Characters/Pairing: GinxKiraxRangiku
Prompt: "The Ghost in You"
Rating: M
Warning:spoilers, slash, het, smut

When he kisses her, she tastes of sake and sweets. She moans into his mouth, her fingers soft and sure as they walk over his skin, pressing them closer together. They move together in a familiar rhythm, one that seems to be missing half the beats, but Izuru steadfastly ignores that and deepens the kiss.

Rangiku is warm and soft in all the right places. She knows just how to touch him, just how to make him squirm and ignite a fire deep in his belly. He loves to card his fingers through her hair, let the silky strands slide through his fingers. He loves to watch her eyes darken with lust when he kisses down her abdomen, peppering his mouth over her breasts and stomach, tonguing her belly button. That always makes her squirm, sometimes laugh.

He likes to hear her laugh. Kami knows they haven't done enough of that lately.

His hand slides along her thigh and Rangiku lets him slide against her, sliding deep inside of her in one slick thrust that makes them both moan. She clutches at him, her slim fingers and nails digging into his back, her legs wrapping around his waist. Izuru gasps into her throat, licking up the smooth column, tasting sweat while surrounded by the subtle perfume she always wears.

He doesn't move, just throbs inside of her, and it takes a moment for Izuru to realize just what he's waiting for: another hand to join the fray. He's anticipating, hoping, waiting for those elegant fingers to drag down his back, for a slimmer, warm body to press against him from behind, to circle long arms around both Izuru and Rangiku in a firm embrace.

That touch never comes, it can't come, not anymore, and Izuru plants an apologetic kiss on Rangiku's collarbone. She makes a noise, a rumble of understanding in her throat, and Izuru starts to move, long and gentle thrusts that build the fire between them into a low, hungry flame. Her nails drag down his back, light scores that seem desperate to replace the missing sensation of long, caressing fingers.

They saw nothing more than allowing quiet gasps and moans, both acutely aware of the missing presence, the missing factor that adds an element of off-rhythm to their movements. But even that unease doesn't prevent their bodies from responding, from Rangiku clenching around him and Izuru coming with a shudder that travels from head to toe in waves of dizzying pleasure.

Izuru collapses in her arms, in a sticky, sweaty tangle. He can hear her heatbeat beneath his ears as he hooks one arm around her waist, drawing her tightly against him. And he waits, always waits, for the arm to throw itself over the both of them and the heat to lie against Izuru's exposed back.

Izuru waits a long time for something that's not going to come, Gin's absence presence here more startling than the empty captain's seat in the third division.

Characters/Pairing:GinxKisuke
Prompt: backstabber
Rating: M
Warning: spoilers, slash, language, prelude to smut

"Do you regret it?"

Gin's fingers pause in the midst of tracing circles on Kisuke's back, an action which makes the shopkeeper growl in annoyance. "Regret what?" Gin asks.

Kisuke, head pillowed on arms folded under him, hums low in his throat. "Betraying Aizen." His voice sounds conversational, but Gin knows better than that, knows Kisuke better than that. There's something deeper here.

His fingers drag down Kisuke's back, tracing the line of his spine, before he leans over and presses a kiss to the back of Kisuke's shoulder, where a bite mark from earlier lingers. "Is it a betrayal if ya were never loyal in the first place?"

Kisuke chuckles, a small shiver racking his body as Gin's fingers dip lower, across the curve of his back and heading toward the left of his buttocks. "Good point."

Gin's lips trace a scar, an old sword wound that's become pale and thin over the years. "Ya believed it though. Didn't ya?"

"What?"

"That I was a traitor."

Kisuke is quiet for a moment, and Gin's fingers continue to roam over skin that's both warm and soft, only slighter darker than his own. He traces the curve of Kisuke's buttocks, dragging a finger down the crease and teasing Kisuke's entrance.

He watches as Kisuke's hands clench and unclench against the covers, a sure sign of his building arousal. "You were just a kid," Kisuke finally says.

"I was an adult where it matters," Gin reminds him, letting his fingers rest on the ring of muscle, tracing the twitching pucker and causing Kisuke to push toward the faint touch.

Kisuke makes a sound of disgust in his throat. "And that's where Aizen and I differ." He turns his head, gray-green eyes dark with arousal and fiery with something else. "I'm glad you ripped his heart out."

Gin chuckles and leans in, close enough that his breath puffs over Kisuke's lips. "My aren't we a bloodthirsty one?"

"Don't pretend you don't like it," Kisuke says wickedly. "So you better make good on your teasing and fuck me senseless." He punctuates his demand with a wet, biting kiss that makes Gin's body throb, a demand that he doesn't mind obeying one bit.

Characters/Pairing:Aizen, Ukitake, Shunsui
Prompt: pre-The Beautiful Lie
Rating: T
Warning: hints of abuse, language

Shunsui, insides twisting and heart hammering in his chest, chews on his bottom lip and chooses his words carefully. "How did you say this happened?" he asks, softly and without accusing, knowing that the wrong inflection, the wrong hint of disbelief will send Sousuke scurrying away from him before Shunsui can so much as help.

Sousuke frowns, watching him with eyes that are so similar to Shuurei's, but doesn't jerk his arm away from where Shunsui is carefully applying antiseptic and a bandage. "I fell," Sousuke replies curtly, sounding far too grown up, far too adult for Shunsui's liking. "It was an accident."

'Bullshit,' Shunsui thinks, with another rising tide of anger, one that makes his reiatsu vibrate, the floor tremble, and calms immediately when another hand settles on his shoulder and squeezes briefly.

"You should be more careful, Sousuke-kun," Jyuushirou says, all soft smiles and warm eyes, concern banking behind every gentle word. "We don't like to see you hurt."

Sousuke nods, eyes falling away, and Shunsui swallows over a lump in his throat, forcing himself to gently apply the last of the bandage and smooth it over Sousuke's too thin arm and too pale skin. He dutifully pretends that he doesn't see other marks, other bruises. Some new, some fading, and far too numerous.

Shunsui reminds himself that he's not a murderer, that Sousuke will hardly thank him for going out and destroying the man responsible. He wishes he were a stronger man, wishes there was something more he could do than apply bandages and antiseptic and a safe harbor, if only for a little while.

He smiles, rises to his feet, and pats Sousuke gently on the head – always gently, in case there are other bruises he can't see – and not for the last time, wishes that Sousuke was his son in all things, not just in the deepest corners of his heart.

"Did you bring that book again?" Shunsui asks.

Sousuke nods, slipping out from under Shunsui's hand to retrieve said book from his bag. It's probably too advanced for someone his age, but Sousuke has never let a little thing like that stop him. He's reading, better even than they could have expected.

"I'm useless," Shunsui whispers, so quietly he knows only Jyuushirou can hear him.

Jyuushirou doesn't speak; he doesn't have to. His presence is comfort enough. And when Sousuke returns, book in hand and ready to try reading it himself all over again, Shunsui smiles, bigger and brighter, with genuine affection. This may be all he can do and he prays to any god who will listen that it's enough.

Characters/Pairing: GinxIchigo
Prompt: romance
Rating: T
Warning: slash, prelude to smut

He stands in the doorway and watches, breath held, and perfectly motionless, his reiatsu so tightly confined within him that Ichigo swears the loudest thing about him is his heartbeat. It's not so much that Gin doesn't like to be watched, but that Ichigo enjoys watching his lover when Gin doesn't know he's being watched. His movements are freer, less showoff and more personal.

Gin doesn't have Shinsou, but that doesn't stop him from keeping his skills fresh. The plain katana that they bought years back cleaves smoothly through the air, each movement fluid and precise, almost like a dance. Long, pale limbs, Gin's eyes closed as he breathes in and out, lost to the motions.

He's beautiful like this, a thought Ichigo keeps to himself because Gin doesn't like to be called beautiful or reminded of his good qualities. Maybe because he doesn't think they are true or that he deserves such compliments. Or perhaps such things are reminders of unhappy times in Rukongai where attractiveness was a curse and not a blessing.

So Ichigo watches, barely breathing, barely moving, heat coiling in his belly, and affection washing over him.

The katana whips through the air, a whisper of movement, as Gin finishes the last of his round and comes to a rest. He pauses, arms down, katana dangling at his side. Ichigo can only see his back, but he knows that Gin's eyes are closed as he mediates, slowly encouraging his breath to a calmer rhythm.

"I knew ya were watchin'," Gin says, his voice floating softly into the silence.

Ichigo feels his lips curl as he pushes himself off the door frame, quietly unfurling the tight hold of his reiatsu so that he no longer feels so stifled. "I can't help myself," he replies as Gin returns the katana to it's sheath and sets it on the stand above the mantle.

Gin slants a look at him from the corner of his eye. "And ya call me the pervert."

Yet, he doesn't protest when Ichigo slides an arm around Gin's perpetually small waist, tugging the former traitor into an embrace. Gin is damp with sweat, exertion brightening his pale cheeks with a hint of pink. Ichigo doesn't lean in for a kiss however, his lips wandering to the hollow Gin's throat, right below his ear where he's particularly sensitive. He feels Gin shiver, a purr of appreciation rumbling in the former captain's throat.

Ichigo's fingers slide under Gin's shirt and tease up his back, tracing the line of his spine. "I'm not a pervert, just a man who knows what he wants."

Gin's pleased hum vibrates against Ichigo's lips before Gin crashes their mouths together in a hungry kiss, all the appreciation that Ichigo needs.

Characters/Pairing: Shuuhei
Prompt: "Numb," Linkin Park
Rating: T
Warning: spoilers

The war is over. Aizen has been defeated, locked away, never to trouble them again.

Tousen is dead. Shuuhei doesn't know why this thought bothers him so much.

Tousen is dead, but he knew this would happen. Tousen was dead long before Shuuhei and Sajin-taichou had defeated him in that final battle. The Tousen Shuuhei had known at any rate. The man who'd taught Shuuhei everything he still knew... that man had died the day Aizen and his traitors had risen into the sky in the hands of a Hollow.

Tousen is dead and Shuuhei is the one who killed him. It's not so much that he can't accept the fact, just that it continues to reverberate, echoing around and around in the back of his head.

He trains harder. He trains until the blisters on his hands pop and bleed and heal and become calluses. He studies kido, memorizes spells he'd never had chance to learn in the Academy, and spends hours casting them one after another until one by one, he perfects them. Some, he even manages to cast without the incantation.

He meditates, spending long hours with his legs curled beneath him, Kazeshini braced across his thighs, trying to communicate with the stubborn zanpakutou. He tries to understand his fears of Kazeshini; he tries to get Kazeshini to understand him. He thinks that maybe, if he tries hard enough, he'll get to touch bankai.

Maybe.

He trains with Renji, who seems to have the same driving need to work himself to the bone. There's a shadow in Renji's face, one that Shuuhei doesn't dare ask about and doesn't think Renji will ever want to share either. Renji's shadow is the same reason he trains so hard.

Renji doesn't ask Shuuhei why he's working so hard either.

There's no looming war on the horizon. There's no encroaching darkness. There's just the usual threat of daily Hollow, but Shuuhei continues to train anyway. He pushes himself, and ignores the place where Tousen died. He goes drinking with his friends and wakes up alone. He trains with his subordinates, and anxiously awaits the day they'll finally assign a new captain for the ninth.

It's time to move on. Tousen is dead and the war is over. Shuuhei trains, because if there's one thing Tousen managed to teach him, it's that he'll never know when someone will stab him in the back.

And Shuuhei hates that Tousen felt Shuuhei needed to learn this lesson personally.

Characters/Pairing: AizenxIchigo
Prompt: "Familiar Taste of Poison," Halestorm
Rating: T
Warning: slash, smut

Everyone probably thinks he was kidnapped or something else equally devastated, Ichigo realizes as he stares out the open window which really lacks a view. What else would explain his disappearance? They probably think he was snatched right out from under their noses, and that even now, he's suffering, being tortured by their worst enemy.

Well, they'd be only half right. Ichigo is being tortured, but not because he doesn't want to be. Scratch that. He isn't keen on being teased like this, driven to higher and higher heights of pleasure but unable to fucking come because of a damn cock ring. But it's not a punishment, it's not some madman's sick idea of making Ichigo bend to his whims.

It is, however, Sousuke's perverted means of making Ichigo beg. And on levels Ichigo will never, ever admit aloud...

He likes it.

Ichigo gasps as fingers pinch his nipple, giving them a hard twist that makes his back arch and his blood pulse in his veins.

"Paying attention now?"

Oh, that smug tone. If it didn't make Ichigo's groin tighten, he'd hate it so much.

Chewing on his bottom lip, Ichigo drags his gaze back toward Sousuke, who is looming over him with eyes dark and dangerous... hungry even. His completely nude, dressed only in shadows and lust, hair wild and untamed around his face. He looks undone, and they haven't really done anything yet.

Ichigo smirks, adding a token tug to the ropes twisted around his wrists. His entire body is coated with sweat, and that slickness makes the twine slip a little. "Maybe you're boring me," he drawls, and feels his belly twist at the challenge in Sousuke's eyes.

"Is that so?" Sousuke all but growls, leaning down to latch their lips together in a kiss so harsh, so violent that it make actually seem like a punishment, until Sousuke sucks Ichigo's tongue into his mouth and teases it gently, Sousuke's tongue moving on to explore every inch of Ichigo's mouth.

Ichigo moans, shivers, and wishes he could drag Sousuke down closer, press their bodies together and finally get some much desired friction. He thinks that if his friends could see him now, their jaws would drop out of sheer disbelief.

They won't believe that Ichigo wasn't kidnapped, that he'd actually left willingly. They can't have imagined that Ichigo has no desires to escape, that he doesn't want to be saved, that he's perfectly happy where he is and wouldn't want things any other way.

a/n: More ficcage on the way!