The Embrace of Fire and Ice

A/N: Any inaccuracies of anything is entirely my fault and I'm sorry, if you'd like to POLITELY point them out I will endeavour to fix them. Reviews are always appreciated.
Kakitsume - Fireclaw, Raien's zanpakuto.
Blah = thoughts.

Raien lay on his back on his bed and stared at the ceiling. His mind was full of thoughts of his new captain, thoughts he knew he shouldn't be having. There was something, something about this little boy that drew his attention, despite his desperate attempts at turning his train of though elsewhere, his thoughts always returned to the young white haired genius. Shaking his head he sat up and walked over to the small window. pulling back the blinds he saw the sky was beginning to colour, the sun was beginning to rise. He sighed, he really wasn't going to sleep tonight, was he? Buckling on Kakitsume, his zanpakuto, he slipped out his window.
Rukongai lay before him, memories came flooding back, memories he didn't want to dredge up. But they were doing their job, they were turning his mind away from his captain. As he walked through the streets, he could feel the people around him stirring. He smiled, while the memories generally weren't pleasant, he remembered the times that where he wasn't being beaten or recovering from being beaten. The times where he was running around with the other children, revelling in the sunlight and the freedom. All the scenes around him were so familiar, the cracked paint, the dirt clustered in corners, the skinny homeless children huddling in corners. He made his way methodically through the familiar streets, every turn brought more memories flooding back, both good and bad.
Lost deep in his thoughts he rounded another corner and bumped straight into a rather exhausted Hitsugaya Toushiro. Toushiro looked up, his eyes wide. Oh, Fuck. he cursed. "Uh, Raien, what are you doing here so early?" Raien's eyes narrowed, there goes a hard nights work. Wait, was that a flash of black leather beneath his cloak? Raien's mind reeled, black leather!? FUCKING BLACK LEATHER!?
"Oh, I couldn't sleep." came the short reply, "What about you?" Toushiro paused. crap.
"I couldn't sleep either." he said, nervously scratching his head. Raien nodded, not believing the lie for a moment. "Shall we head back up to the quarters before people think we've gone missing?" Toushiro proposed before things became more awkward, if that was possible. Raien nodded, and the rest of the short journey was travelled in silence.

Back in his room Toushiro raced to get dressed back in his Shihakusho before Matsumoto burst through the door. He was fastening his green sash just as said lieutenant ran into his room, but she wasn't smiling like she usually did. She was serious and almost angry.
"The Captain-Commander has called a meeting." She snarled, "something to do with the Arrancar." Toushiro paused, startled. The Arrancar? Aizen?...Gin?
"What news do we have?" he asked, his voice steady, not betraying his tumultuous thoughts, "Why haven't they sounded the alarm?" he added as an afterthought.
"They haven't sounded the alarm because they want to keep the panic levels to a minimum, supposedly only one actual intruder has been detected."
"One?"
"Yes," she replied stiffly,"one Ichimaru Gin."

Raien looked up from tidying up his futon, something was wrong. He couldn't see anything amiss, but something in the atmosphere of the place changed, something bad was here. Something very bad.

Ichimaru Gin couldn't help but cackle quietly. Oh the futile attempts. He could see them all scrambling to secure their precious Seireitei, oblivious to what he was truly after. He laughed at the old geezer calling together his precious Gotei 13, desperately trying to hide the danger from the 'civilians'. Grinning he watched as a certain white haired captain hurried to join the others, if the little genius had bothered to look up he would have seen Gin standing there, watching. As it was he was so absorbed with not being late the thought never even occured to him. Gin paused, he saw the slight limp the small captain was trying to hard to hide, he saw right through Toushiro's lies, he saw the little boy's double life. Oh, and he knew what started it all, oh, he knew very well.

~Flashback~

Toushiro panted beneath him, his pretty little arse just begging to be fucked. His hands were secured to the bedposts and his mouth gagged. Tears were streaming unabashed from the young boy's eyes as he cried and writhed beneath the penetrating fingers. Gin thrust his fingers in harder, watching in fascination as yet more blood dripped from the boy's abused hole. Curious Gin pulled his fingers out and licked at the blood coating them, Toushiro saw this and shuddered, screwing his eyes shut tighter. Gin's grin only widened at this, unable to hold on any longer he freed his engorged penis from it's confines. Without a moment's hesitation he viciously thrust into the tight body. Toushiro cried out, any restraint he held over his voice lost as he felt he was being ripped into two. Ichimaru only chuckled as the boy's cries escalated, leaning to his shoulders he bit down, hard. Toushiro screamed as he felt tender flesh part for the sharp teeth. "Mmm, Yer such a good boy, ain't ya?" smirked Gin licking at the crimson blood dripping from the wound. But sweet little Shiro-chan wasn't enjoying himself at all, and that just wouldn't do. Gin reached around and grasped Toushiro's flaccid member, eliciting a delicious moan from the young boy's throat. He began pumping his hand in time to his thrusts and before long Toushiro was dripping precum and moaning along with Gin. "Oh, yer a lil slut ain't ya, moanin' like that." Toushiro shuddered and shook his head frantically, nononononono, he didn't like this. He didn't. Despite his desperate attempts before long Toushiro was cumming into Gin's hand and Gin was cummin deep inside Toushiro. Gin pulled out, pleased with his handiwork he cleaned himself up and walked out of Toushiro's room.

~End Flashback~

Oh yes, This was going to be fun.