DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN BLEACH. KUBO TITE DOES.

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Chapter 1

The Assignment

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In an unidentified building in Tokyo, Japan

10:32am, 27th of May

The tangerine haired man walked into the sunlit room. He was wearing a long black overcoat, a pair of black skinny jeans and a red v-necked vest. He knew he was going to meet one of the top bosses, but he knew this one did not particularly care about how you dressed or how you look. He cared about results. He looked around the room, which was furnished with luxurious leather armchairs and designer consoles. The room also had very large windows overlooking a view of the Tokyo Bay. It was ironic really how peaceful the scene was, and here he was being called for a mission.

"Kurosaki-kun."

The tangerine-haired man nodded in acknowledgement. He did not even hear the man walk into the room. The man in front of him was dressed flamboyantly in moss green velvet jacket which was embroidered with gold and silver dragons on its lapel and cuffs, with a black turtle neck underneath. His long curly brown hair was tied in a ponytail. He looked at him with amusement twinkling in his eyes. The younger man looked as handsome as ever, but he wished he would smile more often. That scowl used to be adorable when he was a teenager. Old habits do die really hard, don't they?

"You do have an idea why you were called, yes?" he said as he handed the younger man an envelope which seemed to be bulging with contents. He then proceeded to sit down on one of the fluffy couches in the room as he sipped champagne.

"Yes, Kyouraku-sama."

"You don't have to be so formal, Ichigo-kun. It's just the two of us." The man sighed in a long suffering manner. "Oh, well. Let's get back to business then. And please do take a seat." He continued as the other man made himself comfortable in one leather armchair. "Your next target is that man", he gestured to the photograph Ichigo was holding, "who happens to be their top associate." The man in the photograph had ordinary features, but the way they were put together made him handsome in an unusual way. The man's gray eyes, which were deceptively calm, looked back at him, as if seeing through him.

"Isn't he good looking?" the man asked, amused. But when he didn't get any reply, he continued, again sighing in a long suffering manner. So serious, this one. He should honestly lighten up! "He personally took care of assassinating the Japanese government's minister of defense roughly five years ago and rumor has it that he had already infiltrated the most influential mafia family in Italy. In short, he single handedly stopped our group's progress. The rest of his information, or at least what we could lay our expertly manicured hands on, are in the packet I gave you. Your assignment is to eradicate him; the top guns have made the decision to put a stop to the madness caused by this lone man." The man sighed once more.

"With all due respect Kyouraku-sama, as you are one of our leaders…" the younger man began.

"Ah, never mind Ichigo-kun, I just think too much. Anyway, do you have any questions?"

"What about the method?"

"The method? We leave it in your capable hands Ichigo-kun. Is that all?"

"Yes sir."

"Well then, we'll meet again in a month. We will get in touch with you as to where and what it time it would be."

The younger man nodded imperceptibly. As Kyouraku watched him stand up and walk out of the room, he thought about how this could go horribly wrong. In truth, he had vehemently objected to sending Kurosaki-kun on this mission. He had no doubt that the younger man was lethal and dangerous, but Byakuya-bo and Gin-kun would have anticipated this move. They would've warned their man. It would do them no good if they lost the best man in their team. But he had to put his faith in Ichigo. He had not failed them… yet.

Kuchiki Mansion, somewhere in Kyoto

9:03pm, 1st of June

Byakuya was sitting at his desk, as usual, practicing his calligraphy. He always said it soothed his mind, not that he needed it now. There was a huge window beside his desk, allowing the moon's rays to shine upon it and on his profile. He was enjoying the peace and solitude this nightly routine gave him, but there was a more invigorating exercise he was looking forward to. He only wished his lover was with him though.

Arms soon wound around him and then he felt cold air brush against his nape as his hair was pulled to one side. Warm wet lips soon took over and made his breath hitch at the contact. Gin. Speak of the devil.

"Were you waiting for me, hime?" he asked as he nuzzled the other man's fragrant long dark hair.

He responded by arching his back and baring more of his neck to his lover's invasive tongue. He then turned his head to meet his lips as one hand reached for that silky silver hair. It was always like this, and he would not have it any other way.

The kisses abruptly stopped, but both men knew it would continue soon enough. But for now, some things had to be said.

"You're late. And didn't I ask you to not call me hime?" storm gray eyes glared at him, yet his creepy grin was intact.

"Ya know full well where I went. So wat'cha bitchin' about?" Byakuya looked away, silenced. "Bet'cha missed me that much, hmm?" Gin started attacking his lover's neck once more, but was quickly stopped.

"You warned him didn't you?"

"Why would I not? He's our top guy anyway. Besides, if they wanted to stop our group, they should've aimed for both of us not him. Stupid old men." and with that, Gin started slathering kisses on his lover's neck once more. He pulled the other man up from the chair he was sitting in, without breaking the kiss. While one hand grasped the dark haired man's jaw line, his other hand worked on untying his yukata. As one sleeve slipped off his lover's shoulder he lovingly caressed the exposed soft translucent skin as his mouth descended to suck on one collarbone. Byakuya arched his back as Gin's sinful mouth descended further south, latched on and sucked the dusky pink nipple. Desperate moans escaped his mouth, he needed this so badly.

"Let's take this t' bed, yeah?" the silver haired man asked, breathless.

Byakuya responded by slipping his yukata all the way off of his body. Gin smirked at the sight before him. His lover was not wearing anything underneath that flimsy covering. He then grasped his lover's face with both hands and attacked his lips with ferocious kisses. He lifted him up and hooked his legs around his waist and proceeded to carry him to the master bedroom.

The dark haired man's breath hitched as his back hit the mattress with a soft thud. He sat up and gave him another kiss while his hands busied themselves undressing his lover. As the last garment hit the floor, both men were practically a flurry of limbs on the bed, wanton voices echoing in the darkened room.

Byakuya was mewling under all Gin's ministrations, hips bucking against his lover's, erection to erection, creating a friction so delicious he almost came. But one hand steadied his needy hips as another reached for a familiar bottle located on the nightstand. Mouths busied themselves in an erotic dance, lips and tongues wrestling for dominance.

Gin popped the cap open and poured a liberal amount on his cock and fingers. He then hooked his lover's long lithe legs on both forearms as one hand teased his hot puckered entrance producing a moan from the man underneath him.

"Ready, hime?"

"Just do it already."

He slammed himself to the hilt, wanting to fuck him so bad, but he had to still himself, allowing his lover to adjust. Byakuya bucked his hips wantonly, signaling him to move.

Their rhythm was fast and furious, Gin snapping his hips to and fro like there was no tomorrow and hitting his lover's sweet spot dead on. The harder he thrust, the louder Byakuya moaned, like a whore.

Gin then hooked Byakuya's legs onto his shoulders, driving himself deeper into him. The dark haired man could now feel his balls tighten, he knew he was close. "… More, Gin, more…" the man panted.

Warm wet seed spilled on both of their flat abs. Gin felt his lover's wall contract, and it drove him crazier. Their rhythm was now erratic, and soon after he came, filling Byakuya to the core. He thrust a few more times; he just could not get enough of that overwhelming tightness. He then collapsed on top of his lover, waiting for their breathing to return to normal.

He flopped on the space next to his lover. His smile was back, though it was a tad less creepy than usual, and his eyes were opened a fraction, showing unique red irises. "We should do that more often." He said as he drew Byakuya closer to him to wrap his arms around.

"We are doing it more times than usual lately."

"That so? Hmmm… maybe we should just keep it up then."

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A/N: I know, I know. I still have not revealed who it was Ichigo was assigned to kill. I'll get there. I promise.