Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. I'll take ownership of Kakinoku Kemiko, though, although I'll never use her again.

Author's Note: Hello! Long hiatus! I'm back! (kinda) I just found time to finish this chapter, so yay. I hope people will like! I've been pulling my hair out the past two weeks, while Bleach has been on break, cause I need my Bleach fix... Argh. So, yeah, without further ado, lets continue on the journey of Gin's torturous ministrations!

"Ai-zen-Tai-chou!" The Third Division Captain called out singsongingly as he barged into the Fifth Division office. Although he was earlier than he had been the past few days, he had assumed that his former Captain would be in the office, finishing up paperwork that had to be done before the end of the weekdays. He was quite surprised when he was faced with an empty office, yet again.

"This is quite odd." he said softly to himself, his smile practically gone from his face. He made his way towards Aizen's desk and the stacks of papers there. Placing a hand on the pile, he crumpled up the first few sheets between his fingers and pushed the rest off the top and into the wastebasket next to the desk. Sighing, he turned and sat on the desk. Even messing with Aizen's things was getting to be such a bore. He hadn't had a proper conversation with him in such a while that he was just getting irritated now.

As he settled himself down to wait for his Captain, he heard a faint squeal from the bedroom, that he couldn't possibly believe belonged to Aizen. Curiosity piquing his interest, he lept off of the desk and deftly landed in front of the sliding door between the office and the bedroom. He placed a ear on the thin sheet cautiously, afraid of what he might see if he just barged in. Perhaps Aizen had a secret hoard of cats in his bedroom? Gin shivered. He hated cats. He had to fight plenty of them for food back when he lived in Rukongai, and he could do without seeing another cat in his life.

Another squeal. Gin cocked his head. What could it be?

"A-Aizen T-Ta!-Taichou~" he heard loudly, and that was definitely not a cat. Or Aizen. He frowned. Was there actually another person in there?

"Hush, Kemiko." he heard Aizen's voice say softly.

Gin opened his eyes in a fury. Kemiko. Kakinoku Kemiko. He recognized that name. While he had still been the Lieutenant of the Fifth Division, she had been the 9th Seat, who had followed Aizen around as much as she could, she seemed to worship him so much. Gin had taken a dislike to her the first moment they had met, as he saw her as an annoyance that could keep his Captain from him.

And now, she was in bed with Aizen. Gin clenched his shaking fists and closed his eyes. Breathing deeply, he urged himself to keep his calm, and to resist barging into the room.

But wait. Gin paused. Aizen could always tell when Gin came near him, could always sense his reiatsu. There was no way he wouldn't have planned Gin coming in at that moment. And he could have enticed the girl for just that reaction from him at that exact timing.

Gin ground his teeth and left the room, his hands still clenched. As he passed through the doorway, his smile appeared back onto his face, as a brilliant idea appeared in his mind. Two could play at this game. And he knew just the willing player.

"Izuru!"

The Third Division Lieutenant heard that ever familiar voice call out to him from behind. He had been walking the streets of Seireitei with Abarai Renji on their time off, and hearing his Captain's voice was the last thing he had wanted at the moment. Not only did it mean that he would be tormented a bit, but it also meant that he would be aroused at the mere presence of his Captain, something he didn't want to show in front of his old Academy friend. Sighing, Izuru turned with Renji and faced his suddenly appearing Captain.

"Ichimaru Taichou!" Izuru said cheerily, smiling slightly. Gin placed his hand on Izuru's head, patting him.

"Little Izuru, there's a game Ah want ta play tonight, will ya join meh?" Gin asked, his smile growing, almost as if pleading silently for a yes. Izuru hesitated. Captain Ichimaru's games weren't always the best of sport, and sometimes they even ended up with him hurt. But still-

"Of course, Taichou." Izuru said, bowing slightly, releasing himself from Gin's grasp. Gin lowered his hand to under Izuru's chin and lifted his face, so that they were looking directly at each other's eyes.

"Seven tonight in tha courtyard." Gin whispered, bringing his face close to Izuru's, their lips almost brushing. Izuru closed his eyes at the feel of his Captain's breath on his lips. Oh, how his heart was pounding. Patting Izuru on the head again, and with one step of shunpo, the Third Division Captain disappeared.

Izuru stood silently, still lingering in the afterglow of his Captain's presence.

"Oi, Kira!" Renji said, snapping Izuru back into reality. Clearing his throat, Izuru turned back to his friend and fixed his mussed up hair.

"Sorry about that, Abarai-kun." Izuru said quietly as they continued their walk. Renji scoffed.

"Be careful, Kira." Renji said softly, turning back to look at the empty street behind them. "He seems the type to take advantage of a subordinate."

"Don't be absurd." Izuru retorted, angrily. "Ichimaru Taichou isn't a bad person. A bit eccentric, perhaps, but he is a Taichou of the Gotei 13, and he is to be respected, even from people from other divisions."

"Kira," Renji looked at his friend with a slightly disbelieving look on his face. "You must really like him to defend him that far." Izuru blushed and started to stammer.

"Wh-what are you in-insinuating, Abarai-kun?" he asked, fidgeting with his zanpakuto. "I-I-I respect him as my Taichou, but suggesting anything other than that-" The nervous blond found himself silenced quickly as Renji shoved his fist into his face, exasperated. Izuru staggered back, shocked, holding his now bleeding nose.

"I'm not persecuting you, Kira, calm down." Renji said, stepping back and scratching his cheek. "It doesn't matter who you like. I was just surprised." Izuru glanced up at Renji.

"Surprised?" he asked. Renji looked down.

"Yeah, I just always thought you liked Hinamori. Instead, I learn that you just have bad taste in men!" He started laughing.

"Abarai-kun!" Izuru exclaimed, slightly mortified.

"So, has he taken you yet?" Renji asked slyly, elbowing Izuru. The Third Division Lieutenant rubbed his side and stayed silent, looking down and away, a slight blush creeping into his cheeks again. Renji stopped in his tracks. "He's already done it?" he exclaimed incredulously. Izuru frantically whirled around and clamped a hand over Renji's mouth.

"Would it kill you to keep your voice down?" Izuru hissed slightly. He let go and turned back around. "And no. We haven't gone that far yet." he sighed. Renji patted him on his back sympathetically.

"I know how you feel, man. This one girl, in my division, she won't let me bang her until I tell her I love her." Renji shook his head in disbelief at this thought, as Izuru just stared at him blankly.

"How is that relevant to my situation in any way?" he asked venomously. Renji shrugged.

"We're both not getting any. Oh but-" Renji slammed his fist into his palm as he realized something. "I did just hook up with that Ami girl in your division, so I guess- Hey wait!" Renji ran after Izuru as the blond turned away from him, half disgusted and half defeated. "My bad, Kira, sorry, I guess that just made you feel worse." Renji apologized, chuckling slightly.

"It doesn't matter." Izuru kept walking away from Renji. "You're so lucky, Abarai-kun. You don't care what happens, as long as you get to sleep with them. But with my Taichou-" Izuru trailed off. Renji opened his mouth slightly, as if to speak, but closed it as Izuru continued. "I think I love him, Abarai-kun." Izuru whispered. "But I can't tell if he feels the same. I want this to be real, not one of his games." Renji stood back shocked as a tear fell down Izuru's cheek. Sure, his old Academy friend had sunk deeper and deeper into depression over the years for some unknown reason, but he hadn't ever witnessed him to the point of crying like this. Was this really such a big deal? Renji sighed and placed his hand on his friend's shoulder.

"Hey. Don't worry." Renji said, smiling. "I'm sure if he didn't feel the same, he'd have gotten bored with his antics. Besides," Renji's smile changed to one closer to the sinister smile the Third Division Captain always proudly wore. "If he ever hurts you in any way -emotionally, of course, since I'm sure you'll be hurting physically, if you know what I mean-" Izuru shot him a glare. Renji laughed once more, quickly raising his hands up to keep the other guy at bay. He dropped his smile as he became more serious. "If he ever does hurt you to the point where you don't like it, I'll kill him myself. How does that sound?" Izuru closed his eyes and chuckled.

"Thanks, Abarai-kun, for that speech." Izuru said, sighing. "But I can take care of myself." he rubbed his arms. "I think he feels something for me. I can't completely tell, but something is there." Renji chuckled and patted Izuru on the back.

"Well, if you think you're fine, then I'm behind you, even if I don't like him. Although, I'll admit, I was hoping to see an all out battle between you and Hitsugaya Taichou for Hinamori." Renji sighed. "I guess Hisagi-senpai and I have to return all those bets." Izuru looked at Renji with wide eyes before the redhead laughed. "I was just kidding, Kira." Renji patted him once more on the back and walked off towards the Sixth Division, waving over his shoulder towards the slightly smiling blond Lieutenant.

Seven o'clock that night Izuru found himself sitting on the outside corridor facing the courtyard. His Captain was late, of course. But that was part of his game. That was always part of his game, leaving the poor Lieutenant anticipating the night, and keeping him waiting and strung on. Izuru rubbed his arms in the cold. As he sat there alone, many thoughts spun through his head. Why did he allow himself to be strung along like this? How could he go through so much agony and yet still find himself following the man who was behind this torment? Why was this physical and emotional pain so bearable? All his thoughts was ended with one idea.

Because I love him. Izuru shuddered as his groin grew warmer, getting aroused at the mere thought of it. "This is too dangerous." he mumbled to himself.

"What is, 'Zuru?" he heard in the darkness behind him. Izuru clamored to his feet as he recognized the sound of his Captain's voice.

"Ichimaru Taichou-" Izuru breathed, turning towards him. Before he realized it, a beige cloak was thrust onto his shoulders, wrapping around him tightly, similar to the way the Third Division Captain was bundled up.

"There ya go, Izuru." Gin said, smiling softly. "Ah wouldn' want ya ta catch a cold." Izuru clutched the cloak around him, blocking out the wind, a small content smile on his face at the gesture.

"Thank you, Taichou." he mumbled. The silver haired man just waved his thanks away.

"Now then, let's go on a walk." Gin said, wrapping his arm around his adjunct. Izuru leaned into his Captain's side, catching the scent that was Ichimaru Gin. They patrolled the streets of Seireitei, their only company the darkness, the silence and each other. Izuru closed his eyes as Gin led him through the streets, his arm possessively wrapped warmly around him. This was nice.

"Good evening, Ichimaru Taichou!" Izuru suddenly heard from in front of them, two other shinigami patrolling, who exclaimed upon seeing the Third Division Captain walking down the street. Upon hearing their voices, Izuru's eyes snapped open and tried to push away from his Captain, his face turning a deep shade of red. The strong arm of Gin kept him stuck to his side, struggling. The two shinigami started as they noticed the Third Division Lieutentant.

"G-good evening, Kira Fukutaichou..." they said hesitantly as they continued to stare at the couple. Gin simply smiled at them.

"Is there a problem with mah Fukukan?" Gin asked, his grip on Izurus shoulder getting tighter. Izuru bit his lip to keep from calling out. The two patrollers shook their heads and quickly slid away from the two.

As they disappeared from the view, Gin eased up on his grip and Izuru breathed again, smoothing out his cloak. He looked up at his Captain.

"Ta-Taichou?" he asked cautiously. Gin looked down at him, his smile still on his face. "Why would you let them see us... together... like that? Is this already part of your game?" Izuru continued, breaking eye contact. Gin chuckled.

"This is why Ah like ya, Izu. Yer so smart." Gin placed the arm that was around his adjunct's shoulder onto his head and ruffled his hair, still chuckling. Izuru sighed. Of course it had already started.

"So, may I ask where we're going, Ichimaru Taichou?" Izuru asked tentatively. They had gone far past the Third Division boundaries, and only worries of his Captain's mischievousness filled the little Lieutenant's heart. Where was this game going? Gin simply smiled.

"It's just a walk, Izuru." he said slyly. Izuru allowed himself a scoff. It was never simply a walk.

"I can hardly believe that, Taichou." Izuru started ticking off on his fingers. "Two months ago, you had a sudden urge for a night walk with me, and we ended up at the 10th Division office. I don't even want to know what you did to Hitsugaya Taichou's office. Then, there was the walk three weeks ago, to the 11th Division, although I still have no idea how we got out of that one alive. Last week, it was to the Kidou Corps barracks, which was just a completely odd trip in general." Izuru took a breath. "So it makes me wonder-"

"We're here." Gin said, smiling wider. Izuru paused and looked up. They were outside the eastern wall of the 5th Division. "Ya talk too much, Izuru." Gin said, placing a finger on the younger shinigami's lips. With a swift jump, Gin lifted Izuru up, and held him princess style, and leapt onto the wall, running cat-like along the barrier until they reached the outside corridor of the 5th Division office. With one bound, Gin landed deftly on the corridor still carrying Izuru, his cloak fluttering in the wind.

Gin opened the office door quietly and placed Izuru down, walking around to the sliding doors to the Captain's bedroom and sliding it open. Izuru hissed.

"Taichou! Pleace don't wake Aizen-san!" Gin merely chuckled and grabbed Izuru's arm and dragged him into the empty room. Humming cheerily, Gin took off his cloak, pulled off his adjunct's and threw them both into a corner. Izuru stared blankly. Why was it empty? Where was Captain Aizen? As if reading his thoughts, Gin chuckled again.

"Goban Taichou-san is out tonight. He let slip durin' tha Taichou meetin' this mornin'. So," Gin drew Izuru closer to him. "Ah can do whatever Ah want ta ya here, and no one'll interrupt us." Izuru stammered. It hadn't occurred to him as to why were they in the Fifth Division Captain's bedroom, anyway. His Captain couldn't possibly be thinking of-

As Izuru tried to recover his thoughts, he was suddenly pulled down by Gin onto the futon that Gin had just pulled out of Aizen's closet. With one exclamation, Izuru fell on top of Gin, their noses almost touching, their breaths on each other's lips. Izuru froze as he gazed into his Captain's eyes, those beautiful clear blue eyes. Everything else faded away as he started at the vastness of those orbs. It no longer mattered where they were. It was the two of the, on a futon, and there was an endless possibility of what they could do together at their fingertips. Izuru grinned cheesily.

"Ya seem eager fer somethin', Izuru." Gin purred, licking his lips. Izuru could feel the heat radiating off of the other mans' tongue, and he opened his own mouth to breathe, struggling to keep his composure. Using this as an invitation, Gin leaned forwards and plunged his snakelike tongue into the blond Lieutenant's open and waiting mouth.

Moments passed, and Izuru felt he would pass out from lack of air, his passion in kissing the man underneath him completely throwing away any thought about breathing. At last, when he felt his breath would have been taken away (quite literally) all together, the silver haired man pulled away, a satisfied smirk upon his usual grinning face.

"That's not nice, Taichou. I almost thought I was going to die there." Izuru panted.

"But ya didn'." Gin retorted, still smiling. Izuru sighed. No use arguing. He lied down completely on Gin's thin but muscular frame, resting his head upon the older man's chest. He could hear the heart beating.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Izuru frowned. They were just locked into a passionate wresting match of their tongues, and he himself was out of breath. How could Gin not even be slightly out of rhythm with his own heartbeat?

"Somethin' the matter, Izuru?" Gin asked, lifting his adjunct's chin up so he could gently kiss him on his lips, his nose, and his neck. Izuru moaned slightly as Gin let his hand wander down his body.

"N-no, Taichou, nothing's wrong." Izuru said. He couldn't bring himself to say anything about it now, not if he wanted to-

"Good." Gin said fiercely, flipping over on the poor adjunct, so they had changed positions. Izuru's head hit the hard pillow as Gin leaned down and kissed him forcefully again, grinding down on the slowly perking member. Izuru felt his whole body flush, warm with the overwhelming sensation that was his Captain's ministrations.

Keeping their lips locked together, Gin pulled at Izuru's uniform, tugging at the obi and nudging the hakama down. He grabbed the lapels of his subordinate's kosode and yanked outward, exposing a pale, bare chest. Gin pulled away and licked his lips again, hungrily. He leaned down to Izuru's heaving chest, licking down his sternum and suckling his nipples. Izuru sucked in his breath, trying his hardest to keep from squeaking out. They were, after all, in a different division, not to mention said division's Captain's quarters, where they weren't supposed to be. What if someone heard him and came by?

Everything left his mind again as Gin found the slightly stiff member underneath the hakama folds. Izuru yelped as those cold hands closed around him. Gin chuckled and stroked at it. Izuru stammered and muttered incoherent sounds of delight, as his erection grew, his Captain's hand becoming wet with pre-ejaculate. Izuru scrunched his eyes closed and tried his hardest to keep his voice in check. Oh, how he wished he could just cry out his Captain's name.

"Izuru, open yer mouth fer me." Gin whispered onto his neck. Without opening his eyes, Izuru obediently opened his mouth, wondering what his Captain had wanted. Without any other warning, Gin plunged a two of his fingers into his subordinate's mouth, and Izuru almost gagged.

"Ha-Haihou?" Izuru tried to say, difficult with the obstruction in his mouth. Gin grinned at him.

"There are goin' in ya, Izuru, ah need ya ta get them nice and wet fer me." he said, his voice holding back laughter. With a shiver, Izuru closed his eyes again and went to using his tongue around his Captain's fingers. He winced slightly as he licked the silver haired man's sharp nails, cutting his tongue slightly, adding blood to the saliva. Satisfied, Gin withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his tongue, licking at the small wound, Izuru flinching a bit more at the touch. As Gin distracted him with his tongue, he brought his now lubricated fingers down to Izuru's entrance and put pressure on it. Izuru gasped in Gin's mouth as the long, slender fingers pushed its way into the adjunct's quivering opening.

"Taichou~" Izuru whimpered into Gin's mouth, before kissing him more deeper and fiercer, trying to keep his mind off of the intrusion. Gin was taken aback for a moment before gladly joining in the passion vigor that Izuru was finally showing outwardly. Keeping Izuru's tongue and mind occupied, Gin pressed in deeper, until suddenly, a sharp gasp from his Lieutenant was heard. Gin smiled inwardly. Ah ha, he found his spot. He brushed his fingers on the same spot again, and once again, Izuru arched his back slightly and pressed into Gin's fingers. His kissing became more frantic as he became more and more aroused and he was nearing completion every time Gin tapped that same spot, moving his fingers up and down inside the blonde.

"Taichou, I'm gonna-" Izuru breathed as he fell into a spasm one more time. Opening his eyes slightly, Gin reached for Izuru's fully erect member and grasped it tightly. Izuru cried out, as he was stopped, the tension rising in his horribly. "Please, Taichou~" Izuru whined, starting to tear up at the pain. Gin smiled again and leaned back in to kiss him, his left hand wrapped tightly around Izuru's length, not letting go, not giving him a chance to release himself, while his right hand was thrusting inside Izuru, hitting that sweet spot every time.

No longer able to stop himself, Izuru cried out loudly, his voice ringing through the whole Fifth Division, all his frustration and pain and ecstasy coming out in one big scream.

Around the time dawn was breaking in Soul Society, the Fifth Division Captain returned to his office. Sighing, he removed his haori and folded it up, placing it on his desk. Oh how he wanted to rest his eyes. He took his glasses off and rubbed his temple. It had been a long night, and all he wanted was to close his eyes for only a few minutes before the next day started.

Sighing again, he brushed back his hair, his usual scholarly look being swept away as he relaxed into his usual self. He opened the sliding door to his room, to find a surprising scene. There, in the middle of the floor, in his futon, the Third Division Lieutenant was laying sleeping, passed out and naked. Slightly shocked, the brown haired man stood in the doorway, speechless. For only a second, he wondered if he had walked into the wrong division. But no. There was no way he would have done that. So this could only mean one thing.

Gin.

He exhaled, irritation creeping into him, as he looked over the poor looking boy. He was completely naked and sweaty, and was grabbing at the sheets, mumbling in his sleep. The Captain walked over to him and looked down at the blond Lieutenant, his eyes as cold as ice, glinting in the fire light. So this was Gin's retaliation for this morning. He had expected something childish, but nothing like this.

He smiled slightly. This thing must be what's been keeping his attention lately. And here I thought he was just wavering in his loyalty, he's been so childish lately. He chuckled. I should never doubt myself. He exhaled once more, keeping his composure, and left the room, with the young shinigami resting until the late morning.