Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. And I hate Tousen Kaname. I'm so glad he died. I'm so glad he exploded. I'm so glad that Hisagi was the one to kill him. I'm so glad that Aizen could care less about Tousen's death.

Author's Note: Have I mentioned I hate Tousen? Also, I've bought an Aizen Car Freshener for my car. My car will now have the smell of World Domination. And perhaps a bit of a butterfly smell. *snicker giggle*

Okay, so, as my first sexfic, I'm not sure how this will fly by the readers. I'm not really good with details in general, so I'm not sure how good at I'll be at writing this. Truth be told, this will probably be my first and last sex scene, since, although I'm a huge yaoi fan, I'm more of a watcher/reader than a writer. XD

"Ai-zen-Tai-chou!" The Third Division Captain called out singsongingly as he barged into the Fifth Division office. The person standing in front of Aizen's desk turned to the door, sensing the new arrival.

"Of course he would enter at this exact moment." he said, turning back around to face the Fifth Division Captain. Gin dropped his smile, and narrowed his eyes even further, realizing who was already there in the office. He made his way to the desk, ignoring the dark skinned Captain next to him.

"Ichimaru, did you do as I requested in the letter I sent you two days ago?" the Ninth Division Captain asked, turning to the silver haired man beside him. Gin pointedly kept staring straight ahead, ignoring him. He placed his hands on Aizen's desk.

"Aizen-han, d'ya think we could talk without annoying distractions?" he said, giving the brown haired Captain his full blown bloodthirsty smile. Aizen frowned at him.

"Kaname and I were in the middle of a discussion." Aizen said, pointedly. "I believe you are being the distraction at this moment, Gin." Tousen crossed his arms, a faint smile lingering on his lips. Gin frowned.

"Did you hear me, Ichimaru?" Tousen asked, turning to face the Third Division Captain. Gin plastered his mask back on his face and turned to the blind man.

"Are ya talkin' about tha notice ta never enter tha Ninth Division ever again, and ta turn mahself in ta tha First Division fer movin' around yer furnishin's, fer 'disciplinary action'?" Gin pretended to think. "Nah, Ah don' think Ah'll ever comply ta such an idiotic request."

"Gin," Aizen warned. "Rudeness doesn't become a Captain." Gin turned to his former Captain, still smiling.

"Aw, and here Ah thought it was quite mah thing." he said. Sticking his tongue out at the Ninth Division Captain, he turned from the desk and headed back towards the door. Before leaving, he turned to the two Captains staring back at him.

"I'll be back later on tonight, Ai-zen-Tai-chou." he said, placing an emphasis on each of Aizen's name's syllables. Waving cheerfully, he headed out of the door. "Bye bye!"

Izuru.

I gotta find me Izuru.

Gin smiled to himself. In another few weeks, he'd be gone, and he'd lose the chance to take his Lieutenant if he waited any longer. Aizen was meeting with Tousen. That meant they were almost ready. They were going to move on the Central 46 soon. He had to find him, and take him. Tonight.

Gin sighed. Did his boredom know no bounds? He was even beginning to wonder if he was going a bit to far in his joke on his Lieutenant. Perhaps that boy was beginning to think it was real affection from him?

But he couldn't deny that. He knew that he felt something for the young man, although he couldn't bring himself to admit it out loud. No, he was only a tool, and a toy, and nothing more. If he could, he'd bring him with him, but...

Gin shook his head. He had to stay focused. He couldn't allow even the poor boy to distract him from his goals. And for now, he had to follow Captain Aizen. Nothing could get in the way.

Stretching out his limbs, he let his smile crawl onto his face again. Until he found his adjunct, he could go do what he did best, go on walks and watch people. He bounded down the streets of Seireitei, wandering from barrack to barrack, looking for anyone and anything to play with.

"Gonna get mah Izu tonight!" Gin hummed cheerfully.

Izuru sneezed. Was someone talking about him? Shaking his head, he turned back to his class in front of him. The few who were sitting there were awaiting his instruction. He sighed and forced a small smile for them.

"The art of haiku is very beautiful. Each poem consists of seventeen syllables, five in the first line, seven in the second, and five in the third. Normally, haikus are used to express wonder and feelings about natures and the natural world around us, and recently, in the Gensei, people have taken to writing haiku about almost anything. Here's an example of an haiku." Izuru pulled out a sheet and pinned it on the board behind him.

It read:

Life before our eyes
Flees before there's anything
Missing the best things

A few giggles. Izuru looked up and cleared his throat, a little peeved. Why take this class, if they weren't going to take it seriously? He tapped his brush on his desk in front of him.

"In haikus, there are cutting words and reference words. The reference words are the main points in the poem, while the cutting words are-"

He was suddenly cut off by the door to his classroom sliding open. Izuru turned to see who could have possibly interrupted his lesson.

"My apologies, Kira Fukutaichou!" a young boy in the Academy's uniform said, sitting in seiza in front of the door, bowing his head. "But I was told to bring this note to you." He stood up and fished a piece of paper out of his kosode, handing it to the young instructor.

"Thank you, Migire-kun." Izuru said politely. "But next time, please knock, or call out before you suddenly open the door." He took the note and dismissed the boy, turning his attention to the paper in his hand.

He opened it, and noticed the untidy scrawl that was his Captain's handwriting.

Meet me in the office today after you're done with your lessons, Izuru.

Without any change in expression, Izuru tucked the note away, turning back to his class. But he could not hide the sudden redness in his cheeks. A few of his students whispered amongst each other. Izuru cleared his throat. Now was not the time. He had to focus on his lesson.

"Where was I? Oh yes, cutting words. Those are the..."

After a long day at the Shinou Academy, the Third Division Lieutenant finally left the classroom. His was a small class, but the kids taking it didn't seem to understand the importance of haiku was to the heart. Sure, they didn't need it much for fighting, or protecting or whatever else they had to do as shinigami, but it was just to let out the feelings. He had to make them understand that.

Sighing, he made his way to the Third Division barracks. He would have liked to have gone drinking with the other Lieutenants, as it was their day off, but he had other things to attend to. A summons by his Captain to the office on his day off from the work of being a Gotei 13 officer could mean only one thing.

The game.

At least, he hoped it wasn't a game. But that was all he could call it. His Captain's tortuous game in which Izuru was forever the mouse to that man's cat. He sighed again. As much as this heavy feeling toward his Captain was overwhelming his body, he didn't think he could take another hit to his heart.

And he was losing this game.

He would give in time and time again, to be his Captain's plaything. It was as if everything else disappeared, and all he could focus on was the thin framed beautiful man that was on top of him. Izuru felt a shiver go up his spine as the mere thought of that man's wonderful body came into his mind. Oh, how he wished he could be held by that man.

He clutched his arms around as a strong wind started to blow. It was getting colder, as night started to fall, and he wanted to get inside as soon as possible. His Captain was waiting, and he didn't want to keep him alone in the office for too long. Who knows what he would do to the poor furniture or paperwork that he had left in there, when he got bored. Izuru felt a moment of dread. He could just see him coming back to the office to find it in shambles. Sometimes, Izuru sighed, Ichimaru Taichou is just like a caged bobcat. We can't let him out for fear of destruction of the things around us.

It only took a few more minutes to reach the barracks. Opening the huge gate, he used his shunpo to arrive quickly to the office and threw open the door. Inside, Captain Ichimaru was settled at his desk, his arms being used as a small and bony pillow for his head. Izuru allowed himself to smile. He had worried for nothing. His Captain was sound asleep, just like a little kid. He approached the desk and stood there to the side of him, looking at his peaceful looking face. He couldn't hear any breathing, but the small quivers in those silver bangs let him know that he was still alive. His Captain sleeping was probably one of the most wonderful things he could have witnessed.

He moved his hand to his Captain's face, to brush a few of the stray bangs out of the way. As he touched Gin's cheek, the face on the desk suddenly smiled broadly and Gin sat up. Izuru withdrew his hand quickly in shock. Had he been awake this whole time?

"Ah had gotten bored of waitin' fer ya, Izuru!" Gin said cheerfully. He grabbed his arm. "Come here." He pulled his adjunct onto his lap, just like he had done at the beginning of the week and kissed him full on the lips. Izuru closed his eyes and let himself get carried away again, literally, as Gin picked him up and started for his bedroom. He slid open the adjacent door to the Captain's bedroom and tossed Izuru onto his futon.

"No more playin' around, Izuru." Gin muttered, as he climbed on top of his Lieutenant. "Ah've gone hungry long enough." Izuru's heart skipped a beat at that. Did that mean what he thought it-

Within moments, their clothes were off, and they were at it again, humping on each other, Gin's hands and lips wandering all over Izuru's body. As his mind started to go blank, Izuru couldn't help but think of the wonderful sensations he had been feeling the past week. It had started out so rough, but day by day, Gin had gotten so much more loving and soft. Perhaps that meant it was more than a game now? Maybe his Captain actually loved him now?

Izuru yelped slightly as he felt Gin's fingers slip into him underneath. He hadn't expected it to come that fast, a bit of foreplay had been skipped. But he tried to relax as Gin moved his two long fingers around inside of him, widening his toy for the bigger piece.

Their lips were clashed together, and Izuru couldn't help but moan into Gin's mouth. How did this man know how to make someone feel so good? Gin broke away, smiling softly.

"Here we go!" he said loudly and cheerfully, as he positioned himself at Izuru's entrance. Izuru clentched at Gin's body, preparing himself for the worst. Gin smiled again as he entered his Lieutenant slowly.

Izuru let out a small sigh of relief. It didn't hurt as much as he thought it would have. Oh it hurt like hell, and it had taken a while for him to adjust to Gin's length, but he had been expecting his Captain to forcefully ram him the first time. The Third Division Captain had eased in, inch by inch, thankfully, as Izuru bit his lip, trying not to feel the fiery sensation rising up his spine. Pretty soon, Gin was completely inside his adjunct, his teeth clenched as he kept his own sanity between the tightness of the man under him.

"At least Ah have the pleasure in knowin' Ah was tha first." Gin breathed into Izuru's ear. At the sensation of feeling his superior's breath in his sensitive ear canal, Izuru gasped and clentched his muscles, squeezing around Gin's tightly engulfed member. The silver haired man hissed. Oh that had made both sides feel so good.

"Ah'm goin' ta move now." whispered Gin. Izuru nodded his head slightly, not trusting his voice. He scrunched his eyes shut.

Supporting his upper body fully with his thin and muscular arms, Gin pulled out slowly so that only the tip of his erect member was inside. He eased himself slowly back in, not wanting to break him yet. Izuru whimpered softly as he was filled yet again. Gradually, Gin picked up his pace, getting more and more into the rhythm of thrusting into his Lieutenant. Izuru was yelping loudly now, without another care in the world.

And, without any kind of warning, Gin hit that sweet spot within him. Izuru screamed out in pleasure. He clutched the sheets of his futon and panted, as Gin grinned evilly. He slowed down and pulled out, before angling himself and thrusting back in to hit the same spot once more. Izuru let out a loud wail each time, as the wonderful feeling creeped up his spine.

Just as he thought he would let go of every feeble thought he had in his mind with one more hit, Gin pulled out and stood up. Izuru paused, and then flopped down onto the futon, exhausted. Of course. His groin was in pain now, as the buildup had almost gotten to the point of where he could ejaculate. He exhaled slowly, trying to alleviate the feeling. As it didn't seem to be going away, he moved his own hands down to his completely perking member and stroked it, trying to coax himself into finishing. He wouldn't allow his Captain to see his true hurt feelings. Just keep it together.

Gin turned away and fixed himself. He picked up his shihakushou and put it back on, loosely tying his obi, and throwing the kosode over his shoulders. He moved to the sliding door.

"Taichou." Izuru said weakly, as he worked on himself. Gin stopped and turned around, his smile all but gone. "I love you." the Lieutenant said desperately, as if just saying it would bring him back to his bed. Without a change in his face, Gin turned his back on his adjunct again and slid open the door.

"Ya fool." Gin muttered, as he left, the door closing behind him with a snap.

Tears started to stream down from Izuru's already tired eyes, as he brought his other hand down to his groin. He couldn't hold back any longer. He pumped harder, still crying, and mumbled the same thing over and over again.

"I love you. I love you. I love you, Ichimaru Taichou."