Categories > Anime/Manga > Bleach > On A Dark Path, He Walks
Disclaimer: I DON’T OWN THEM! –holds up a hand carved porcelain Hollow mask resembling that of Ulquiorra- I do however own this. I’m a freak, I know. I even wore it to do my groceries this afternoon. That’s right, phear me.
Warnings: POSSIBLY DISTURBING. Adult language, adult situations. Mansecks/oralsecks. Spoilers for everything up to the current episode/chapter.
Notes: Ok, part 2. Thanks to a dear reader, I’ve decided to keep this going and work twice as hard to get it out before the weekend, due to my eagerness to keep the fic going and my inability to say no to people. >_<
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After finding the young blond fukutaichou standing outside of his division’s headquarters, Renji had taken him out for dinner and then spent the last four hours of their night out feeding sake to the skittish shinigami, intent on getting him drunk so he could at least sleep soundly. The nearly undetectable bags under the boy’s eyes worrying the taller man.
Even though he had had almost twice as much as the other, the redhead was better at holding his liquor and easily carried the smaller swordsman back to his quarters, tucking him in and lying beside him to simply watch the boyish face as Izuru twitched in his sleep. He was adorable when his eyes were closed, when they didn’t stare sadly at the other vice captain. It pained Renji to see his friend so hurt but reality set in sometime before one that morning when the elder man fell asleep as well.
The sixth division fukutaichou woke first when the sun poked its warm tendrils under his heavy eyelids, groaning out loud as the previous night’s drinking caught up to him, his tongue feeling as if it were made of cotton and his head throbbing with the beginnings of a nasty headache. He rolled onto his side and remembered as he looked around, that he wasn’t in his own room. The warm, slowly waking form beside him reinforcing the realization.
He flinched as the other threw the covers back and sat up with wide eyes, turning to face him with a look of utter happiness and devotion, inwardly groaning as it instantly melted into sudden shock.
“Renji-kun! What are you…I thought you were…ohh my head…”
Izuru dropped back against the pillows and curled up a bit, giving away his disappointment at finding a man in his bed that wasn’t his beloved taichou, tears again forming at the corners of his eyes. With a light cluck of his tongue, Renji slid closer and pulled him against himself, running a hand through the blond’s hair and acting as uncharacteristically as possible, a feat his comrades would find surprising, they being so used to his harsh demeanor and sharp tongue.
“Easy, Kira. I shouldn’t have stayed but I didn’t want to leave ya alone last night. I’m sorry if I upset ya.”
The smaller form forced his hands between himself and Renji’s chest, looking up with wet eyes and a tiny smile.
“It’s ok, Renji-kun. I shouldn’t be so distraught over him anymore. Maybe moving on would be a good idea…”
It was the most intelligent thing the boy had said in weeks, making the auburn haired fukutaichou feel better about the situation. Maybe forgetting that snake of a captain was best for Kira. Simple ignorance.
“Aa, sounds like a plan. Listen, I’ve gotta hurry and get to work but I can meet ya again for lunch ne? If you’re feelin’ up to it, just meet me at the commissary, ok?”
He grinned widely before letting the other go and crawling to his feet, slipping the straw sandals on and tying them securely before picking Zabimaru up from the floor and giving Kira a brief wink, his muscled form gone in a flash of shunpo.
The young blond stretched and gave a loud yawn as he shifted around the bedroom, changing out of the clothes he had fallen asleep in and switching back into a clean uniform, securely tying Wabisuke to his obi and stepping into his sitting room for a moment, admiring his neat and orderly chambers. He was nearly anally neat and it suited him, his mind kept busy with cleaning as opposed to brooding, for the most part anyway.
He noticed his small houseplant needed a drink as he was preparing to leave and stepped back into the kitchen to get a bit of water for it, barely making it to the kitchen door again before he dropped the cup and listened to the ceramic item as it shattered on the wooden floor, his eyes wide and his knees shaking noticeably. Was he mistaken? Could the reiatsu he felt suddenly belong to the one person he valued most?
Lifting his gaze from the broken pottery, Kira stared into the other room, the furniture neatly free of clutter, each table decorated tastefully with his favourite things, mostly knick-knacks he had been hoarding since he was a child. His one true collectable however, sat with his legs crossed and his arms draped over the back of the low couch, a westernized piece of furniture the boy had paid dearly for but secretly loved, as it was a comfortable place to sleep when he felt that the bed, both his own and Ichimaru’s, were too big for just himself. They were just too empty.
He took a hesitant step forward before falling to his knees, bowing low enough so that his forearms rested on the highly polished hardwood, his forehead pressed against it as well as he showed his guest the utmost respect. His slim frame shook with excitement and his smile was hidden at the moment but was certainly there nonetheless.
Kira felt rather than heard as the snake-like shinigami stood and padded over to him, hunkering down on his haunches and resting one outstretched hand atop his head, earning himself a pained whimper from the boy, the third division vice captain lifting his head only when he was certain that his guest wasn’t simply a hallucination, the hand on his hair feeling warm and comforting.
“I…Ichimaru-taichou?” His eyes were wet again and he sniffled out loud, ignorant of pride and dignity as his lord had returned to him. “Is it…really you?”
A slow nod of the silver haired shinigami’s head and the boy was up on his knees instead of bowing, throwing his arms around the man’s neck, completely forgoing proper manners.
“I knew you’d come back for me! I knew you wouldn’t leave me forever!”
His squeals of delight made the elder swordsman smile even more broadly as his own arms left their lengthy white sleeves and wound around the boy's back, cuddling the smaller form against him, his smile was sinister, something he prided himself on. No matter how terrible things got in the world, he could smile and still think of himself as the lesser evil..
“Yare, yare, Izuru. It’s only been a month. You make it seem like I left you for an entire year.”
Kira pulled away and gave Gin a sad look, tears rolling down his high cheekbones, heavy sobs wracking his tiny body.
“Sumimasen, Ichimaru-taichou. I’m just…very happy that you returned.”
Shinsou’s master chuckled and let go of the shaking fukutaichou, again rising to his feet and replacing his lanky form on the couch, offering with both hands a place for the boy to settle, waiting with a grin as the blond climbed up and straddled his lap, much the same way as he himself did with his own lover. Kira clung to him again then, both arms around his neck and his face pressed against Ichimaru's neck. He had always been cuddly, especially after being berated for a simple mistake or flaw in his performance during a mission and the elder shinigami relished each moment afterwards.
Though he hardly tolerated a whining child, he felt as if he owed the boy his little cry and allowed it to work its way out of his system, his mind running through too many possible situations to sour the moment by arguing about Kira's sadness.
He didn't have to wait long as the boy sat back from his body and wiped his face with the backs of his sleeves, looking to the silver haired swordsman with a smile and eyes that didn't seem quite as sad as they usually did.
"Saa, feeling better now, Izuru?"
"Hai, Ichimaru-taichou. Sumimasen."
"Now, now, don't apologize for my mistake. I'm just a horrible person for leaving you alone."
He was playing on the other's loyalty and he watched excitedly as the blond perked up with a shocked look on his face, shaking his head and bowing it a bit as he blushed slightly.
"Iie, taichou! You're not a horrible person! You just had plans that...didn't include me."
Bingo! That was the phrase he wanted to hear. "Would you like my plans to include you, little Izuru?"
Kira stared, his mouth agape and his voice a hushed whisper, not believing his ears as the playful captain smiled knowingly at him.
"Y...you mean it, taichou? I can come and be with you again?"
The very idea of leaving his life as a shinigami behind didn't even register in the young subordinate's mind, his happiness at being remembered and loved again by his captain blocking out everything else. He was talking social suicide, something that would have him banned from Seireitei and the entirety of Soul Society if he so chose to go through with it. Ichimaru nodded to his question and choked slightly as the boy's arms again circled his neck, holding tightly enough to cut off his air supply.
"Hai, taichou! I'll come with you!" The blond squealed, ignoring the idea of quietly accepting and giving in to his light haired lord. "But...I have to leave everything behind don't I?"
"Of course. You'll be given everything you need once you're settled in. Aizen-taichou said he'll look after everything for you."
The boy balked suddenly at the mention of the betraying fifth division captain, not even realizing that his own taichou had also betrayed the others, personally considering Ichimaru an unwilling pawn in Aizen's evil plan.
"A..Aizen-taichou?"
"He's excited for you to come back with me, Izuru. He's been sorta upset with me for whining about leaving you behind."
Kira was struck dumb. His captain had missed him? Honestly missed his presence enough to cause an argument between the two older men? He swooned lightly and held tightly to Gin's uniform, suddenly noticing that it was different than a traditional captain's haori.
"Will I get to dress like you too, taichou? I...like the way it looks on you."
He was endeared by the boy's honesty and the pink blush that crept over his cheeks sent a carnal surge to his loins, the light shift in his position not going unnoticed by the younger shinigami. He slid from the elder man's lap and kneeled on the floor, small hands brushing aside the white overcoat and working at the waistband of the man's hakama, freeing the awakening flesh and obediently attending to it. It was the least he could do for Gin, given that the mischief-making captain had come back for him.
Ichimaru shuddered and let his head fall back, thrusting his hips shallowly into the warm cavern, one hand carding through the soft hairs at the base of Kira's skull, the other gripping the couch cushions with malice, nearly shredding the soft material as he clawed at them. However timid the blond was, he excelled in the lingual arts In the past, he had the ability to bring his captain to orgasm within a matter of minutes and against Gin's reasoning, managed to do so again this time.
He came with a muffled grunt, too busy grinning down at the blond to open his mouth and voice the ecstasy he felt, his body thrumming with energy. He cupped the boy's face and forced him to stand, pulling him forward and kissing his damp lips firmly, slipping his tongue into the violated space to taste himself, a fetish of the snake-like captain. He was a whore for the taste of ejaculate, always eagerly attending to Aizen whenever he was beckoned or simply in the area when the brunet taichou wanted sexual gratification.
Kira kissed back as if he had never been left behind, sweetly moaning until he was released, his blush now more pronounced but still as endearing to the elder man.
"Come, Izuru. We're going now. Aizen-taichou expected me to be back within the hour."
"Ano...now? But I was supposed to meet Abarai-..."
Gin's fading smile caused him to correct himself, moving to his feet and bowing politely.
"Sumimasen, Ichimaru-taichou. I'm ready to leave."
The former captain grinned widely again and hefted his sated self up, again resting a hand on the boy's lowered head as a yellow light surrounded them both, not a Hollow beacon per se but something similar, a way to travel between Hueco Mundo and Soul Society without arousing suspicions, both bodies slowly fading into transparency.
"Good boy, Izuru. I knew you wouldn't fail me."
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For almost an hour, Renji waited outside of the third division headquarters for Kira, giving up when the rest of the squad’s member came back from lunch and informed him that the fukutaichou hadn’t left the building, nor any of them see him on the way back through Seireitei. It bothered him immensely, especially considering the other shinigami’s tendencies towards moodiness and depression, all of which revolving around his missing captain.
Disheartened and a bit worried, the redhead ventured into the blond’s rooms, gaining access through the sitting room window and looking around in disbelief. He wasn’t there either. It was hardly like Kira to blow him off without notice. Huffing angrily, Renji slipped back out and returned to his own division, his mood lightening somewhat at the sight of his lover doing paperwork. It would be the last of it for the week and being a Friday, the entirety of working class shinigami looked forward to a restful weekend.
“Naa, Kuchiki-taichou?”
“Yes, Abarai-kun?”
“This’s gonna sound kinda weird, but is there any way for Hollows to gain entry into Soul Society without us knowin'?”
The elegant Kuchiki put his brush down and sat back, resting both hands, crossed over each other, on top of the large oaken desk.
“No. It’s nearly impossible. The alarms sound and the whole of Seireitei is alerted to their whereabouts.” He looked curiously at his young lover, concerned by the strange question. “Why do you ask?”
“Well see, at lunchtime, I’ve been goin’ to third division and eatin’ with Kira-fukutaichou. He’s kinda lonely and we’ve been friends for a long time-“
“The point, Renji.”
The pony tailed vice captain blinked before smiling a bit, happy with his lover’s use of an informal title. “He was asking about whether or not Ichimaru-taichou would come back.”
The younger man didn’t miss the tensing in Byakuya’s strong body. It was the same flinch all members of the Gotei thirteen gave when talked to about their missing comrades.
“It’s impossible, Renji. Unless Aizen has created a way for them to travel unnoticed, the alarms would have sounded.” He lowered his voice a bit but lost none of his former coldness. “Why? Has something happened to suggest otherwise?”
You hit the nail right on the head as usual, taichou. Renji thought with slight anger. Always the bright one.
“Kira was supposed to meet me for lunch and never showed up.”
Knowing the punctuality of the blond as well as any of the other captains, Byakuya felt as if this were a concern, especially since he was in some way connected to one of the runaways and not another simple seated member of the third division.
“I think you should look into it, Renji. Check his living quarters and those of the other officers in his squad. Leave nothing unturned. Something is not right.”
For the regal nobleman to become worried so easily, Renji felt as if something truly were wrong, giving a light bow and turning on his heel to make it back to the blond’s home, shouting orders to the lesser members of his own division to follow. If things got hairy, he could at least use the backup.
Byakuya, having felt the silver haired shinigami’s reiatsu just over an hour prior his conversation with Renji but thought nothing of it because of his belief in the Hollow warning system, leaned forward over his desk and rested his chin on both uplifted hands, glaring at the slightly open door but not upset because of it. His lover was worried after all, and carelessness came with haste.
“What have you done this time, Gin? Are you so foolish that you would come back simply for the boy?”
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From his place beside Aizen in the grand throne room, Ichimaru grinned widely and wagged a finger at the bound blond lying before the high seat, drinking in the look of shock and hurt as he curled his other hand in the hairs at the back of Aizen’s head, leaning far enough into his lap to nearly be on it completely.
Brought to Hueco Mundo and dragged to the former fifth division captain’s chambers, Kira hadn’t argued, still too ecstatic to be with his lord once again, not even flinching as the bright light assaulted his eyes and forced him to lift a hand to shield them.
Then the pain had come, a binding spell that only the best of the captains possessed, snapping his arms down at his sides and pulling them behind his back, dropping him to his knees, his ankles just as bound, if not more tightly than his wrists.
He uttered not a single sound as the two men stared down upon him, trying to still act the proper vice captain to his lord and humbled in the presence of the other man, whom he had liked in the beginning but slowly began to fear as the years had gone on, still impressed by Momo’s ability to remain his fukutaichou for so long.
Gin cleared his throat slightly and refrained from showing any more affection towards the elder shinigami to his right, choosing instead to rise and tuck his hands inside the sleeves of his outer robe, his adorable yet dangerous smile reaching an almost feral proportion before he stepped down the steep stairs and stood beside the prostrate blond, chuckling softly.
From the corners of his eyes Kira suddenly watched people congregating into the large room, though ‘people’ were hardly what these creatures were, most of them carrying distinctly human traits but all of them wearing broken masks of some sort, each one resembling that of a Hollow. He felt his knees start to shake from the sight of them all, grins and stern looks alike, each one eyeing him as if he were a morsel upon their plates.
One in particular stood to the left of Aizen, his bright green eyes and sad looking facial markings making Kira feel somewhat better, judging the creature’s age to be much younger than the rest but seriously doubting his own methods of justification, still shivering until the line up had finished and he was left in sudden silence. Looking back to his captain he whimpered slightly, frightened but not, conflicted emotionally because of the situation and because of whose presence he currently resided in.
Gin only looked down and opened his eyes, a sight the boy couldn’t ever remember seeing before, the red of them dark enough to be blood painted over white crystal, the menacing tone in Ichimaru’s voice sending a shiver down Kira’s back strong enough to make him shift uncomfortably, its icy tendrils biting at his delicate flesh.
“Naa, Izuru. Welcome home.”
Warnings: POSSIBLY DISTURBING. Adult language, adult situations. Mansecks/oralsecks. Spoilers for everything up to the current episode/chapter.
Notes: Ok, part 2. Thanks to a dear reader, I’ve decided to keep this going and work twice as hard to get it out before the weekend, due to my eagerness to keep the fic going and my inability to say no to people. >_<
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After finding the young blond fukutaichou standing outside of his division’s headquarters, Renji had taken him out for dinner and then spent the last four hours of their night out feeding sake to the skittish shinigami, intent on getting him drunk so he could at least sleep soundly. The nearly undetectable bags under the boy’s eyes worrying the taller man.
Even though he had had almost twice as much as the other, the redhead was better at holding his liquor and easily carried the smaller swordsman back to his quarters, tucking him in and lying beside him to simply watch the boyish face as Izuru twitched in his sleep. He was adorable when his eyes were closed, when they didn’t stare sadly at the other vice captain. It pained Renji to see his friend so hurt but reality set in sometime before one that morning when the elder man fell asleep as well.
The sixth division fukutaichou woke first when the sun poked its warm tendrils under his heavy eyelids, groaning out loud as the previous night’s drinking caught up to him, his tongue feeling as if it were made of cotton and his head throbbing with the beginnings of a nasty headache. He rolled onto his side and remembered as he looked around, that he wasn’t in his own room. The warm, slowly waking form beside him reinforcing the realization.
He flinched as the other threw the covers back and sat up with wide eyes, turning to face him with a look of utter happiness and devotion, inwardly groaning as it instantly melted into sudden shock.
“Renji-kun! What are you…I thought you were…ohh my head…”
Izuru dropped back against the pillows and curled up a bit, giving away his disappointment at finding a man in his bed that wasn’t his beloved taichou, tears again forming at the corners of his eyes. With a light cluck of his tongue, Renji slid closer and pulled him against himself, running a hand through the blond’s hair and acting as uncharacteristically as possible, a feat his comrades would find surprising, they being so used to his harsh demeanor and sharp tongue.
“Easy, Kira. I shouldn’t have stayed but I didn’t want to leave ya alone last night. I’m sorry if I upset ya.”
The smaller form forced his hands between himself and Renji’s chest, looking up with wet eyes and a tiny smile.
“It’s ok, Renji-kun. I shouldn’t be so distraught over him anymore. Maybe moving on would be a good idea…”
It was the most intelligent thing the boy had said in weeks, making the auburn haired fukutaichou feel better about the situation. Maybe forgetting that snake of a captain was best for Kira. Simple ignorance.
“Aa, sounds like a plan. Listen, I’ve gotta hurry and get to work but I can meet ya again for lunch ne? If you’re feelin’ up to it, just meet me at the commissary, ok?”
He grinned widely before letting the other go and crawling to his feet, slipping the straw sandals on and tying them securely before picking Zabimaru up from the floor and giving Kira a brief wink, his muscled form gone in a flash of shunpo.
The young blond stretched and gave a loud yawn as he shifted around the bedroom, changing out of the clothes he had fallen asleep in and switching back into a clean uniform, securely tying Wabisuke to his obi and stepping into his sitting room for a moment, admiring his neat and orderly chambers. He was nearly anally neat and it suited him, his mind kept busy with cleaning as opposed to brooding, for the most part anyway.
He noticed his small houseplant needed a drink as he was preparing to leave and stepped back into the kitchen to get a bit of water for it, barely making it to the kitchen door again before he dropped the cup and listened to the ceramic item as it shattered on the wooden floor, his eyes wide and his knees shaking noticeably. Was he mistaken? Could the reiatsu he felt suddenly belong to the one person he valued most?
Lifting his gaze from the broken pottery, Kira stared into the other room, the furniture neatly free of clutter, each table decorated tastefully with his favourite things, mostly knick-knacks he had been hoarding since he was a child. His one true collectable however, sat with his legs crossed and his arms draped over the back of the low couch, a westernized piece of furniture the boy had paid dearly for but secretly loved, as it was a comfortable place to sleep when he felt that the bed, both his own and Ichimaru’s, were too big for just himself. They were just too empty.
He took a hesitant step forward before falling to his knees, bowing low enough so that his forearms rested on the highly polished hardwood, his forehead pressed against it as well as he showed his guest the utmost respect. His slim frame shook with excitement and his smile was hidden at the moment but was certainly there nonetheless.
Kira felt rather than heard as the snake-like shinigami stood and padded over to him, hunkering down on his haunches and resting one outstretched hand atop his head, earning himself a pained whimper from the boy, the third division vice captain lifting his head only when he was certain that his guest wasn’t simply a hallucination, the hand on his hair feeling warm and comforting.
“I…Ichimaru-taichou?” His eyes were wet again and he sniffled out loud, ignorant of pride and dignity as his lord had returned to him. “Is it…really you?”
A slow nod of the silver haired shinigami’s head and the boy was up on his knees instead of bowing, throwing his arms around the man’s neck, completely forgoing proper manners.
“I knew you’d come back for me! I knew you wouldn’t leave me forever!”
His squeals of delight made the elder swordsman smile even more broadly as his own arms left their lengthy white sleeves and wound around the boy's back, cuddling the smaller form against him, his smile was sinister, something he prided himself on. No matter how terrible things got in the world, he could smile and still think of himself as the lesser evil..
“Yare, yare, Izuru. It’s only been a month. You make it seem like I left you for an entire year.”
Kira pulled away and gave Gin a sad look, tears rolling down his high cheekbones, heavy sobs wracking his tiny body.
“Sumimasen, Ichimaru-taichou. I’m just…very happy that you returned.”
Shinsou’s master chuckled and let go of the shaking fukutaichou, again rising to his feet and replacing his lanky form on the couch, offering with both hands a place for the boy to settle, waiting with a grin as the blond climbed up and straddled his lap, much the same way as he himself did with his own lover. Kira clung to him again then, both arms around his neck and his face pressed against Ichimaru's neck. He had always been cuddly, especially after being berated for a simple mistake or flaw in his performance during a mission and the elder shinigami relished each moment afterwards.
Though he hardly tolerated a whining child, he felt as if he owed the boy his little cry and allowed it to work its way out of his system, his mind running through too many possible situations to sour the moment by arguing about Kira's sadness.
He didn't have to wait long as the boy sat back from his body and wiped his face with the backs of his sleeves, looking to the silver haired swordsman with a smile and eyes that didn't seem quite as sad as they usually did.
"Saa, feeling better now, Izuru?"
"Hai, Ichimaru-taichou. Sumimasen."
"Now, now, don't apologize for my mistake. I'm just a horrible person for leaving you alone."
He was playing on the other's loyalty and he watched excitedly as the blond perked up with a shocked look on his face, shaking his head and bowing it a bit as he blushed slightly.
"Iie, taichou! You're not a horrible person! You just had plans that...didn't include me."
Bingo! That was the phrase he wanted to hear. "Would you like my plans to include you, little Izuru?"
Kira stared, his mouth agape and his voice a hushed whisper, not believing his ears as the playful captain smiled knowingly at him.
"Y...you mean it, taichou? I can come and be with you again?"
The very idea of leaving his life as a shinigami behind didn't even register in the young subordinate's mind, his happiness at being remembered and loved again by his captain blocking out everything else. He was talking social suicide, something that would have him banned from Seireitei and the entirety of Soul Society if he so chose to go through with it. Ichimaru nodded to his question and choked slightly as the boy's arms again circled his neck, holding tightly enough to cut off his air supply.
"Hai, taichou! I'll come with you!" The blond squealed, ignoring the idea of quietly accepting and giving in to his light haired lord. "But...I have to leave everything behind don't I?"
"Of course. You'll be given everything you need once you're settled in. Aizen-taichou said he'll look after everything for you."
The boy balked suddenly at the mention of the betraying fifth division captain, not even realizing that his own taichou had also betrayed the others, personally considering Ichimaru an unwilling pawn in Aizen's evil plan.
"A..Aizen-taichou?"
"He's excited for you to come back with me, Izuru. He's been sorta upset with me for whining about leaving you behind."
Kira was struck dumb. His captain had missed him? Honestly missed his presence enough to cause an argument between the two older men? He swooned lightly and held tightly to Gin's uniform, suddenly noticing that it was different than a traditional captain's haori.
"Will I get to dress like you too, taichou? I...like the way it looks on you."
He was endeared by the boy's honesty and the pink blush that crept over his cheeks sent a carnal surge to his loins, the light shift in his position not going unnoticed by the younger shinigami. He slid from the elder man's lap and kneeled on the floor, small hands brushing aside the white overcoat and working at the waistband of the man's hakama, freeing the awakening flesh and obediently attending to it. It was the least he could do for Gin, given that the mischief-making captain had come back for him.
Ichimaru shuddered and let his head fall back, thrusting his hips shallowly into the warm cavern, one hand carding through the soft hairs at the base of Kira's skull, the other gripping the couch cushions with malice, nearly shredding the soft material as he clawed at them. However timid the blond was, he excelled in the lingual arts In the past, he had the ability to bring his captain to orgasm within a matter of minutes and against Gin's reasoning, managed to do so again this time.
He came with a muffled grunt, too busy grinning down at the blond to open his mouth and voice the ecstasy he felt, his body thrumming with energy. He cupped the boy's face and forced him to stand, pulling him forward and kissing his damp lips firmly, slipping his tongue into the violated space to taste himself, a fetish of the snake-like captain. He was a whore for the taste of ejaculate, always eagerly attending to Aizen whenever he was beckoned or simply in the area when the brunet taichou wanted sexual gratification.
Kira kissed back as if he had never been left behind, sweetly moaning until he was released, his blush now more pronounced but still as endearing to the elder man.
"Come, Izuru. We're going now. Aizen-taichou expected me to be back within the hour."
"Ano...now? But I was supposed to meet Abarai-..."
Gin's fading smile caused him to correct himself, moving to his feet and bowing politely.
"Sumimasen, Ichimaru-taichou. I'm ready to leave."
The former captain grinned widely again and hefted his sated self up, again resting a hand on the boy's lowered head as a yellow light surrounded them both, not a Hollow beacon per se but something similar, a way to travel between Hueco Mundo and Soul Society without arousing suspicions, both bodies slowly fading into transparency.
"Good boy, Izuru. I knew you wouldn't fail me."
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For almost an hour, Renji waited outside of the third division headquarters for Kira, giving up when the rest of the squad’s member came back from lunch and informed him that the fukutaichou hadn’t left the building, nor any of them see him on the way back through Seireitei. It bothered him immensely, especially considering the other shinigami’s tendencies towards moodiness and depression, all of which revolving around his missing captain.
Disheartened and a bit worried, the redhead ventured into the blond’s rooms, gaining access through the sitting room window and looking around in disbelief. He wasn’t there either. It was hardly like Kira to blow him off without notice. Huffing angrily, Renji slipped back out and returned to his own division, his mood lightening somewhat at the sight of his lover doing paperwork. It would be the last of it for the week and being a Friday, the entirety of working class shinigami looked forward to a restful weekend.
“Naa, Kuchiki-taichou?”
“Yes, Abarai-kun?”
“This’s gonna sound kinda weird, but is there any way for Hollows to gain entry into Soul Society without us knowin'?”
The elegant Kuchiki put his brush down and sat back, resting both hands, crossed over each other, on top of the large oaken desk.
“No. It’s nearly impossible. The alarms sound and the whole of Seireitei is alerted to their whereabouts.” He looked curiously at his young lover, concerned by the strange question. “Why do you ask?”
“Well see, at lunchtime, I’ve been goin’ to third division and eatin’ with Kira-fukutaichou. He’s kinda lonely and we’ve been friends for a long time-“
“The point, Renji.”
The pony tailed vice captain blinked before smiling a bit, happy with his lover’s use of an informal title. “He was asking about whether or not Ichimaru-taichou would come back.”
The younger man didn’t miss the tensing in Byakuya’s strong body. It was the same flinch all members of the Gotei thirteen gave when talked to about their missing comrades.
“It’s impossible, Renji. Unless Aizen has created a way for them to travel unnoticed, the alarms would have sounded.” He lowered his voice a bit but lost none of his former coldness. “Why? Has something happened to suggest otherwise?”
You hit the nail right on the head as usual, taichou. Renji thought with slight anger. Always the bright one.
“Kira was supposed to meet me for lunch and never showed up.”
Knowing the punctuality of the blond as well as any of the other captains, Byakuya felt as if this were a concern, especially since he was in some way connected to one of the runaways and not another simple seated member of the third division.
“I think you should look into it, Renji. Check his living quarters and those of the other officers in his squad. Leave nothing unturned. Something is not right.”
For the regal nobleman to become worried so easily, Renji felt as if something truly were wrong, giving a light bow and turning on his heel to make it back to the blond’s home, shouting orders to the lesser members of his own division to follow. If things got hairy, he could at least use the backup.
Byakuya, having felt the silver haired shinigami’s reiatsu just over an hour prior his conversation with Renji but thought nothing of it because of his belief in the Hollow warning system, leaned forward over his desk and rested his chin on both uplifted hands, glaring at the slightly open door but not upset because of it. His lover was worried after all, and carelessness came with haste.
“What have you done this time, Gin? Are you so foolish that you would come back simply for the boy?”
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From his place beside Aizen in the grand throne room, Ichimaru grinned widely and wagged a finger at the bound blond lying before the high seat, drinking in the look of shock and hurt as he curled his other hand in the hairs at the back of Aizen’s head, leaning far enough into his lap to nearly be on it completely.
Brought to Hueco Mundo and dragged to the former fifth division captain’s chambers, Kira hadn’t argued, still too ecstatic to be with his lord once again, not even flinching as the bright light assaulted his eyes and forced him to lift a hand to shield them.
Then the pain had come, a binding spell that only the best of the captains possessed, snapping his arms down at his sides and pulling them behind his back, dropping him to his knees, his ankles just as bound, if not more tightly than his wrists.
He uttered not a single sound as the two men stared down upon him, trying to still act the proper vice captain to his lord and humbled in the presence of the other man, whom he had liked in the beginning but slowly began to fear as the years had gone on, still impressed by Momo’s ability to remain his fukutaichou for so long.
Gin cleared his throat slightly and refrained from showing any more affection towards the elder shinigami to his right, choosing instead to rise and tuck his hands inside the sleeves of his outer robe, his adorable yet dangerous smile reaching an almost feral proportion before he stepped down the steep stairs and stood beside the prostrate blond, chuckling softly.
From the corners of his eyes Kira suddenly watched people congregating into the large room, though ‘people’ were hardly what these creatures were, most of them carrying distinctly human traits but all of them wearing broken masks of some sort, each one resembling that of a Hollow. He felt his knees start to shake from the sight of them all, grins and stern looks alike, each one eyeing him as if he were a morsel upon their plates.
One in particular stood to the left of Aizen, his bright green eyes and sad looking facial markings making Kira feel somewhat better, judging the creature’s age to be much younger than the rest but seriously doubting his own methods of justification, still shivering until the line up had finished and he was left in sudden silence. Looking back to his captain he whimpered slightly, frightened but not, conflicted emotionally because of the situation and because of whose presence he currently resided in.
Gin only looked down and opened his eyes, a sight the boy couldn’t ever remember seeing before, the red of them dark enough to be blood painted over white crystal, the menacing tone in Ichimaru’s voice sending a shiver down Kira’s back strong enough to make him shift uncomfortably, its icy tendrils biting at his delicate flesh.
“Naa, Izuru. Welcome home.”
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