WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS YAOI
And it's pretty much one-sided (three guesses which side.)
So if you're squeamish to anything of the like, I suggest you not read this

This is my FIRST YAOI so it's probable that it will suck. I apologize. But even if it does, I ask you to PLEASE read on after this. Because the point of the story isn't the sex; it's the storyline that happens to include some sex. Sorta. Cause this is soft-core. I don't have the ability to write hard-core. I've tried it and it's truly terrible.

Kira looked around the empty and quiet building where he was supposedly going to live for the rest of his life. A desk stood against one of the walls next to a clean wooden chair near a large set of bookshelves. A couch was in the middle, looking somewhat out-of-place. Through a short hallway stood two rooms equipped with new futons that were meant to be bedchambers. Moonlight shone eerily through the high windows. The entire building had a strange feeling about it. Even with his Captain standing next to him, Kira felt rather alone in a place without his friends, or anyone else that he knew.

"Taichou, it's so . . . dead," he voiced as they stood looking in on the smaller bedroom, which he assumed would be his. It was soulless and barren, though neat and clean. There was another chair and desk in a corner and a night table with a lamp next to the new and stiff mattress.

Gin placed a hand on top of his subordinate's head. "Oh?"

"Yes," Kira insisted, "everything looks so . . . abandoned and hollow."

"Is that so . . .?" Gin softly stroked Kira's hair. " Well, what do you say we break it in?"

"Hmm." Kira sighed and drifted off to the touch of his Captain's hand running up and down the back of his head.

"What?" Kira suddenly snapped up, moved his head away and looked at Gin curiously. Gin didn't answer, only continuing the smile with that frightening smirk on his face. "What does that mean?" he repeated, staring into his Captain's face nervously and wishing there were eyes he could read.

This time Gin did answer, but not with words. Before Kira had time to act, Gin grabbed his wrists, forced him backwards over the threshold and pinned him firmly against the wall of the bedroom. Kira's heart raced, eyes widening as Gin's face leaned increasingly closer to his own.

"Taichou, wh-what-?" he started, but lost his thoughts. He could feel Gin's warm breath on his cheek, heavy breathing, unsure if he should hold his own breath. Gin leaned in even closer now, grinning ominously, so close that Kira could see nothing but his Captain's pale skin. Silver hair fell into his eyes, but he did not dare to blink as Gin's moist lips brushed against his own briefly before suddenly changing direction finding their way to touch his neck. He gasped and shut his eyes tightly as Gin kissed it again and again, the wet and cold creating a chill that ran all the way up his spine.

"What – what are you--?" Kira breathed, trying again, but found that he could barely think let alone speak, his thoughts muzzled by a tingling haze. Because he knew exactly was Gin was doing. Gin tightened his grip on Kira's wrists, pushing them up the wall and scraping the surface of his skin. No . . . no, no! This isn't right! He told himself sternly as Gin's lips ventured further down his collar, and he flexed his hands, struggling against his bonds.Taichou . . . why are you doing this to me?

Gin released one of the arms and ran his hand down Kira's chest in order to fumble with the knots on his kimono. "Wai- wait--" Kira stuttered, grabbing a hold of his Captain's wrist. He didn't want to be undressed, to be exposed. Gin simply batted him away, pulling the shirt open quickly and proceeding to gently roll it down its owner's shoulders.

Stop! Kira screamed at him, but thought he was free to push and protest, his hands would not do so; he found he had no will to actively repel his Captain.

The shirt slipped down Kira's arms and fluttered to the floor as Gin released the other wrist and wrapped his arms around his subordinate, running his fingers along the bare spine. Kira inhaled sharply and grabbed Gin's shoulder, surprised at how cold the hand was, clashing with the heat coming off his own body. Gin ignored him and continued to force his lips on Kira's neck, holding him tightly and firmly as he moved on to his chest, kissing it slowly, inch by inch.

"Ah . . ." Kira turned his head against the wall, blushing hard and breath audible, making small noises at the intense sensation shivering through him to the core. "T-taichou," Kira spluttered, writhing in panic as Gin held him tightly, caressing his back and making him shudder. "P-please sto – aahh . . ." He arched his back as Gin's cold hand suddenly traveled down the back of his trousers. He dug into his Captain's sleeve, folding the cloth in his fist, and Gin withdrew his touch. Instead, he tightened his grip on the younger man, carefully pried him off the wall and threw him down onto the mattress.

Kira hit the floor with surprising force, watching as Gin shed his Captain's robe and kneeled down in front of him, crawling closer, thoughts hovering between thrill and sheer terror as Gin pinned him down and climbed on top of him, one leg on either side of his trembling figure.

"Don't," he whimpered softly as Gin leaned over him, placing a hand on the side of his face and stroking his cheek lightly. Using the other hand hold the boy down, Gin pressed himself against Kira's body, chest-to-chest, eye-to-eye, silver hair falling onto Kira's forehead, and finally kissed him.

Kira couldn't breathe. With Gin's lips encasing his own, no air entered him except for his Captain's bitter breath. He writhed, kicking, trying to break free as Gin mercilessly urged onward, slinking his tongue into Kira's mouth, sucking the oxygen from his lungs. Eyes streaming and on the brink of fainting, Kira jerked his head and managed to tear away, choking and coughing. Though Gin was surprised and slightly amused, he didn't let it disturb him, and he proceeded onward.

As Kira lay gasping, Gin practically tore open the boy's uniform sash, tearing the pants to pieces in the process, leaving Kira exposed and shivering. He snapped up to cover himself, face red, completely naked. But Gin pushed him right back down and climbed back on top of him. He seized Kira's wrists to control his arms once more and kissed him again, tenderly but deeply.

Kira's mind fogged over. He closed his eyes gently, head tingling, dizzy, unreal to the sensation of Gin's tongue sliding around his own mouth, meeting his own tongue, tracing along the edges of his teeth and palette. His heart pounded in his chest and he could feel Gin's doing the same, mind bursting, screaming, surging, but unable to say anything whilst he was trapped here.

It seemed to last a lifetime. Kira kept his eyes shut tightly through the whole thing, imagining it was a dream. At last, Gin pulled off, the both of them panting hard, gasping for air and thoroughly lipstricken. Gin lay bent with his head over Kira's chest for a moment, regaining his composure and catching his breath before bringing his lips down and running his tongue over the sweaty and heaving body under him, starting from the neckline and slowly moving downward.

"N – stop!" Kira panted at once, writhing, bending his head back. "Sto – ah!" Kira couldn't help himself any longer and let slip a high-pitched cry, though it was not of displeasure. Gin was encouraged and urged onward, bringing his lips and tongue dangerously close to Kira's nether regions. Kira squirmed, the feeling flooding his mind and body, kicking and thrashing about. He bit his lip hard as to not let out a single sound, shuddering, but was quickly overcome, crying out even louder than before.

Gin was pleased. He moved upwards now, licking around Kira's navel, ascending his chest, and up his neck. Kira clenched his fingers, and moaned weakly. As the tongue reached Kira's ear, his eyes began to water, tears trickling down his cheeks. Gin licked away the droplets and still smiling, leaned in closer to his ear.

"Don' cry, Izuru," he whispered, and at once, Kira burst into tears, bitter tears of fear and guilt and pain.

Gin let up, face hovering above the man under him, somehow looking into Kira's blue and bloodshot eyes, smiling softly. He let got of Kira's wrists, moving his hands behind Kira's head, lifting him up delicately, slowly, running his hands down Kira's back, bringing his body closer. Regaining the use of his arms, Kira grabbed his Captain's sleeve and looked into his face, breath lost, pleading silently with him not to carry on. Please.

Gin responded by turning him around and over, flat on his stomach, facedown on the mattress. Kira picked his head up, lip trembling, cold. His arms spread forward in front of him and he instinctively grabbed the bedding tightly, breath staggering, ribs crushed, and vision obscured. He swallowed hard, only able to guess what Gin would do to him now, trying to get enough oxygen to his brain to stay conscious. And then he felt something warm and stiff against his back, brushing against him, teasing him before it penetrated him and his body was on fire.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!!" Kira screamed as loud as his lungs could handle, shutting his eyes, clenching the bedding tighter, the pain unexpected and suffocating. . But his voice was silenced by a hand that stretched over his open mouth. Kira stopped his cry, and Gin spoke softly.

"Hush," he chided gently, nearly inaudible and almost breathless. "Relax. Jus' relax."

Kira whimpered and tried to heed his Captain's words, easing his grip on the mattress, and trying to calm down every muscle in his body. He closed his eyes gently, taking deep breaths, but the pain lingered still, and he tensed up even more. A hand crept across his back gradually, down his arm, and onto his own hand. It held his tightly, and he held it back, knowing that it was Gin's, and suddenly felt a small amount of comfort. He felt something press against him, inside him, breathed deeply, and focused his mind on Gin's hand in his own. As Gin's breath became more rapid and audible behind him, Kira concentrated all his remaining energy on submitting, clutching Taichou's hand still. Even in his discomfort, he could tell that Gin was trying to be gentle.

Kira watched the shadows on the opposite wall dancing around, dizzy like himself, just staring and trying to keep awake. Gin's hand nearly crushed his own as he pushed onward, back and forth, gradually becoming faster and rougher. His own breathing picked up, his face sticky with sweat and tears, feeling Gin's hot breath beating down on his shoulders. He gripped the bedding tighter, put his face flat against it and sobbed quietly, face flushed, gritting his teeth. Gin kept on going. It became more difficult to withstand it each time he moved, gentle or not, pain searing throughout his body no matter how he tried to calm down.

As the first rays of dawn sung through the window, Gin let out a loud gasp, finally satisfied, and crept beside Kira on the futon, exhausted. He'd had better; but that was to be expected, his assistant still had to be broken in.

After tying his robes closed again and catching his breath, he sat up and looked over at the frail figure sprawled out next to him, still and silent. Curious, he kneeled beside Kira's face, which was flushed and sticky with mingling tears and sweat. The boy was out cold, eyes closed tightly, mouth open and teeth clenched, his fists still holding the bedding, damp blonde hair sticking out strangely. Gin smiled and stroked Kira's cheek. Kira twitched but otherwise remained motionless. Contented, Gin made his way to a closet in the back of the room and pulled out a blanket. He unfolded it and spread it lightly over Kira's shivering form before walking briskly to the doorway. There he paused, hand on the doorframe, drumming his fingers for a moment.

"See ya later," he muttered comically before striding out, leaving his Vice-Captain quite alone.

I actually have a few footnotes:

1. At one point, there was a line in which Gin compared Kira to a new pair of blue jeans, but I couldn't bring myself to actually put it in. First of all, it was way too silly. Second of all, I'm not entirely sure Gin knows what blue jeans are.

2. The word "lipstricken" came about from a mispronunciation of "lipstick" in my English class. Afterwards, I had a dispute with my teacher about what it meant. He thought it was something about verbal abuse. I stick by my own meaning, the feeling one has after a particularly memorable kiss. I'm sticking it in my teacher's face by putting it here, though I don't expect he'll be reading it anytime soon.