DISCLAIMER: DON'T OWN BLEACH, NEVER WILL. I JUST OWN THE IDEAS AND I'LL LEAVE IT AT THAT.

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Chapter 7

Gin thought he would have it easy. But the red head was one pigheaded son of a bitch. All the silver headed man was asking for was information. Any information regarding Shuuhei's new flame. Was there anything wrong with that? Obviously there was or else Renji would have sung like a canary. Or so he thought.

Curiosity drove him to the red head. Shuuhei 'n 'im're tight, like brothers, yanno. 'e belongs righ' in m' tattooed kyouhai's inner circle. He had been curious, well, because he wanted to find out how anyone could be more beautiful than his Izuru-chan. Oh, well, time fo' anotha' tactic then. All he had to wait for was the opportunity.

Fate did not mind giving him a break a few days later. He caught sight of Shuuhei and Ichigo in the coffee shop. Well, well, well, if it ain't my kyouhai 'n 'is li'l plaything.

"Yo, Hisagi-kun! My, my, watta pleasant surprise dis 's!" no one could really tell if the smile he was wearing was sincere or something he wore just to creep people out.

The other man reluctantly waved back. "Hey senpai." he would never ask that fox face to join him, not when he has Ichigo by his side.

The silver haired man almost jumped for joy. Finally, the break that he was wishing for! He was almost skipping as he approached the couple's table. I would fin'ly meet th' proverbial devil 'imsel'.

The first thing Ichigo noticed about the approaching man was how absolutely discomfiting he was. Everything about the man made the berry squirm inside. It was as if doom itself was fast approaching, but he might just be exaggerating.

The man invited himself to sit with them. Tension was swirling thickly in the air, but Gin reveled in it.

"By the way, this is Kurosaki Ichigo. Ichigo, this is my senpai, Ichimaru Gin."

"Nice t' meet'cha, Ichigo-kun." The silver haired man offered his spindly hand. Ichigo reluctantly took it, and forced himself to smile, uncomfortable though he was.

"Same here."

No wonder my Izuru-chan's jealous as hell. Strawberry. 'E sure's delectable as one too. Wonder 'f 'e tastes like it, hmmm? Mebbe I would like just a little taste…I don' think li'l Shuu would mind; after all we did share Izuru-chan fo' a time.

Izuru was surprised by the insistent knocking on the door. Who could it be? He stopped rearranging the books on the shelf and stood up to answer the door. It was Gin.

"Yo, Izuru-chan. Would you mind making room for me tonight?"

"Gin! But I don't think…"

The man pushed the door open wider and let himself in the apartment. He gently closed it behind him. His normally closed eyes was opened a fraction of an inch, so that one could catch sight of the ruby orbs hidden underneath. The blond took a few steps backward, suddenly frightened and weak-kneed in anticipation. He felt all sensation go up and down his body, his pants tightening uncomfortably.

"Awww, Izuru-chan, you hurt me. Ya know I always made room fo' ya, no matter wat." His voice was low, seductive and dangerous. He took a few steps closer to the younger man.

The blond's breath hitched, he knew what was coming. He felt his vision spin; he suddenly found it very hard to breathe. Gin had done this before. If the silver haired man was in this mood, it would be very hard indeed to resist him. And if Izuru was correct, he would be sore as hell in the morning.

Each man tore the other's clothes from the other's body. Wet, sloppy kisses were exchanged. No preparation was done, the pain all the more made it wickedly pleasurable.

Even on his knees and with his face pressed against the mattress, his sweat soaked blond hair plastered on his face, all the younger man could feel was Gin's ruthless thrusting. But God, does it feel oh so good. He barely could hear the man murmur dirty sweet nothings to his ear as his prostate was hit with every thrust. He barely heard himself moan and whimper so shamelessly, all he could feel was the man inside him.

"Gin, oh, Gin… please… mmmnghh… more… more… mmmnghh…"

"Hah, mmmnghh, yer so slutty, Izuru-chan…" Gin's voice was so low; it could barely be a whisper. "So," thrust, "ya", thrust, "want mo'", thrust,"huh?" thrust,"I'll give", thrust, "ya," thrust, "mo'", thrust, "then." With each thrust, a delirious moan was the answer. A hand reached for the blond's neglected cock and started to pump.

More sweet, dirty nothings invaded his ear. Izuru felt himself clench then unclench, releasing his hot seed unto the duvet, his favorite one. Gin thrust a few more times before coming himself, coating the younger man's insides with his very essence.

Izuru collapsed with the force of his orgasm then rolled over to face Gin. The silver haired man stayed kneeling, the eerie grin back on his face. Yet the red orbs were still visible. The blond man was panting, a slight panic touching his nerves. He swallowed all his nervousness though.

"Bu' we're no' finished ye', Izuru-chan." His hands rested on each side of the blond's head. Then he crashed his lips onto the other's, demanding more. But the younger man managed to wrench his lips away.

"Gin… please…"

"Please wa', Izuru-chan?" the younger man never had the chance to answer; Gin crashed his lips onto his again, this time more insistent. The older man nipped his lower lip and then thrust his tongue in, exploring his mouth as if it was the first time. He tried pushing the man away, but the man held on tightly as he could. Before he knew it, the silver haired man had hooked his legs onto his arms and eased his cock into him.

Their rhythm was erratic, and it was more for fucking and getting fucked into the mattress. But it served its purpose. Both men reached their peak once again, the smell of sex abound in the small room. The blond man soon fell asleep, his gentle breathing almost a non reminder of the activity of the past couple of hours.

Gin remained awake though. He only had the courage to admit that he loved Izuru in the security of his head, and what he had just done was to punish him for still loving that tattooed freak. He had hated Shuuhei for being the blond man's first love, first everything. Even if he now had the blond by his side, he still thought his kyouhai had not been punished enough. And Ichigo was just the perfect weapon. He thought it unusual though, why would Shuuhei fall fo' someone who awfully looks like him. 'S dis some kinda narcissistic crap? I wonde' how it feels t' love a mirror image o' y'self? Mebbe if I tasted Ichigo, would I taste Shuuhei too?

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a/n: it's been a while and i'm glad i was able to finish this chapter while i'm on vacation. i mentioned a couple of chapters back that it was difficult for me to write Gin so i consulted my best friend evil chibi urd for ideas about this chapter. she gave me a few (in fact, the idea of falling in love with a mirror image of yourself was hers, plus giving Gin a believable reason to do the things he does was also hers) and i tried to weave those into the story to blend in as seamlessly as possible. i really hope that it gives you guys a more human view of our favorite fox face.

until the next chapter then.