Let it be known that I am aware that the timeline for this story isn't perfect.
But I try to make you feel like you are reading something that was straight from the series, well, sort of.
Chapter 14:
Graceful Treasure
Aizen was displeased finding out that his words would never reach the dark-haired girl, seeing as how she had passed while Unohana had been about. Sousuke couldn't help but feel a slight sadness for the Kuichiki heir. He was on the borderline of a serious melt down with her being ill, let alone her actually dying. Too bad, the youth would have made a decent bed warmer some day if he had never met Hisana. With a sigh Aizen leaned back in his futon, laying his head back on the lush pillows Gin had given him a few weeks before hand. He found them to be quite comfortable to lie back in and focus on his calligraphy. He hadn't had much time lately to deal with the works, as his fuku-taichou was a sexually starving beast. A sexy, hot, unbearably gorgeous beast, but a beast none the less.
The dark-haired man closed his eyes, recalling the last time he had ravaged his lover. The sounds his beloved could execute were beyond any Siren's voice*. Slowly he licked his lips, images of Gin on his stomach filling his senses. He was recalling the youth's lower back arching down toward the mat as his ass was pressed against the elder man's cock, giving a delicious friction inside the smoldering passage. A shiver made its way up the man's spine, earning a slight humming sound from his throat. He sighed again as he sat forward, taking the brush in his fingers. As he started on the second verse he suddenly felt a flinch of reiatsu. He smiled lightly. When had Gin gotten so good at hiding his reiatsu from his superior lover? Aizen played the game, not paying any heed to the soft footsteps on the outside porch nearing his door. Then he paused mid-writing. There was more then just two feet. Someone was with Gin.
"Ai~zen-Taichou..?" Gin singed with a touch of glee and mischievousness. Whatever the Kitten wanted was just a game; that much Sousuke knew. He inhaled slightly before making the decision to play the entire game through. He was more interested in who Gin had brought. It wasn't Abarai or Kira. That much he knew.
"Ichimaru-Fukutaichou?" Aizen inquired with false surprise. He was actually enjoying this little game of sorts. Suspense always made him eager deep inside.
"Hai!" The silver-haired youth slid the door to Aizen's large bedroom open, letting the late afternoon colors and lights wash in and over the chocolate-eyed man. Aizen squinted a moment before his eyes adjusted to two figures shadowed by the light. One was his love, Ichimaru, and the other was a lean youth with black hair. Interesting. Gin tilted his head and gave a look of confusion.
"You're in bed..? That's not like 'ya. You sick or something?" Aizen chuckled softly.
"No, but the comfort of my bed was something I needed when I had heard of the sad news from the Kuchiki Household." Ichimaru stared blankly. Sousuke had honestly wanted to have some time alone to work on his calligraphy and think things over with Tousen, the need for a Fukutaichou of his own, and more pressing, Gin's radiant sex-drive.
"What news..?" Never one to listen to things of importance unless directed to or only if he were personally interested in Gin wouldn't know of the dead girl. Sousuke raised his left hand and pinched the bridge of his nose while he shut his eyes.
"Kuchiki Hisana has passed. Yesterday evening if I'm not mistaken."
"Oh." Not only one to not listen, others deaths found no compassion in the Fukutaichou's heart. Ichimaru recovered quickly, half-turning to the slightly confused-looking boy, grabbing him by the wrist and yanking him forward. He left him a few feet from Sousuke as Gin closed the shoji doors. "New toy, you like?"
"Gin, my boy," Aizen drawled out looking over the youth carefully. The boy had a reiatsu cutting collar on his left ankle, so wonder Sousuke hadn't noticed him until the footsteps. Obviously Ichiamru had not even bothered to hide his intentions with the boy. "You are truly a work of surreal art."
"Nah, I think I'm more fantasy." Gin walked over and gave a grin. "His name's Yuuen Takara. He works fer Tousen-kun." The silver-haired Fukutaichou wrapped his arms around the youth's waist tenderly, yet entirely cold. "Thought I'd take him under our wing, er, wings? For a little bit, teach him not 'ta stutter and what not. Get him some good confidence for life. Have a real nice time together, you know?" He let his chin rest on Yuuen's right shoulder, nuzzling him slightly. Sousuke wondered vaguely if Gin really thought that boy in his arms would survive any training they gave him. Whether sexual or not. Then he smiled at the two before he picked up the small lap table carefully setting to the left of the bed.
"Well? What are we waiting for, Gin? Time to teach." The grin that spread over Ichimaru's face could have easily split his face in half.
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The following evening was rather nice. The sky was a decadent show of colors that started at the horizon as gold and then slowly turned to orange, red, pink, purple, blue and then the gorgeous night sky with white shimmering dots throughout it. The air was crisp if even a little cold. In Aizen's personal quarters the man sat at his personal desk, pressing a small maroon cloth into a basin of luke warm water between his legs. Even with a dead boy sprawled out over Aizen's futon he seemed at ease if not even happy. Gin was already bathed clean and wearing a cream colored kimono as he was squatted looking over the late youth he had brought alive and frightened the day before. Sousuke smiled a malicious smile as he wiped his bloodied hands clean with a damp cloth. Gin was mildly amused by the tear-stained eyes and little perk lips pulled tight into a grimace. After a moment of doing this Ichimaru stood, eyes still kept on the corpse.
"It's gonna' start 'ta stink soon…" The silver-haired youth muttered, if only to himself. Aizen looked up from cleansing his bare sweat and blood-covered chest.
"Then perhaps we should show him to the kind hearted woods of Rukongai, love." Gin's small smile snaked its way in to a wide grin. He turned in his lover's direction.
"You're bad." Gin chimed playfully.
"You're the one who brought him." Aizen responded with muse in his voice.
"Yeah, but I wasn't the one that beat 'em to death either."
"You know full well you enjoyed every time the whip sunk into him making the boy scream." Gin blushed a soft peach color.
"You're still bad." The youth said in a soft tone as he got down on his knees in front of his leader. The elder man let the soiled cloth fall into the basin and then picked the basin up setting it aside his right in favor of the delicious morsel in front of him. Ichiamru placed his hands on Aizen's toned shoulders, holding himself still as he kissed his lovers forehead tenderly. Sousuke smiled softly as he slid his hands up the youth's sides, playfully tugging at the kimono. Gin's lips moved down the right side of his lovers face, kissing delicately and nipping along the way. He found his way to Aizen's earlobe, nibbling on it to get his lovers attention before he whispered. "Maybe we can take a break in the woods, too?"
"Only if you're as good as you're pretending to be right now." Sousuke whispered back just as mocking. With a clumsy smile and quick nip to his lover's ear the youth was up and moving toward Aizen's dressing room. "Where are you off to?"
"Changing into meh uniform." Gin replied from the room.
"Personally the robe looked fine on you." Aizen started with a smile as he got up from the floor and started toward the room to join his Kitten.
"Ain't gonna' wear your bath robe all over Rukongai." The youth stated as he watched his deliciously nude leader enter the room and go to his dresser. Sousuke opened a top drawer and began to collect his attire as Gin tied his hakam about his tucked in tops.
"My, my, what a spoil-sport you've turned into." Aizen muttered as he began to dress himself.
"Don't wanna' spread too many rumors, right?" Ichimaru smiled when he heard Aizen chuckle.
"Right."
Sorry 'bout this chapter. Ended up running it.
Next chapter is the hallow accident with Hisagi, Kira, Abarai and Hinamori. Look forward to Kira and Ichimau's first interactions!
*Siren's voice= In Greek mythology there were three Sirens, all of whom had a gorgeous singing voice which led sailors to their doom.