Finding Home

Warning this is yaoi which means boy x boy if you don’t like don’t read.



AN: Thank you to satterb, Affie, Rysha, and Yakumo for the reviews. Yes I love the thought of Shuuhei being a captain he just seems the honorable type that would fit in well in that role. Happily ever after is the only thing I will write if at all possible I’ll never write something that doesn’t end happily.



Finding Home



Love is always bestowed as a gift --

freely, willingly, and without expectation....

We don\'t love to be loved; we love to love.

      ~ Leo Passacaglia ~



Chapter 24





“Now, I present before you the motion of having Kira-fukutaicho removed from the Gotei Thirteen.” The words boomed through the meeting chamber. Shuuhei glanced around at the other taicho, he didn’t want his friend’s life taken from him. He knew Renji would stick by him but it wasn’t fair to do this while he was in the shape he was. His hands clenched into fists as they hung at his side. It wasn’t right. Yamamoto had no clue what was going on, all he cared about was that there was something not working right and instead of fixing it he thought to cut it out completely. Shuuhei opened his mouth to object.



“I won’t allow it.” a voice stated. It wasn’t boomed across the hall but was spoken in a firm but confident voice. Shuuhei glanced towards the direction of the voice. Gin stepped forward to take a position in front of Yamamoto. One of Yamamoto’s heavy white brows lifted. Gin stood before the old sotaicho, his hands tucked into his sleeves, grin in place. Though his grin was on his face, his reiatsu radiated his firm determination. “I will have no other than Kira as my fukutaicho. If I can not have him as my second, then ya will have my resignation as well.”



The hall was so silent the dropping of a pin could be heard. Shuuhei looked on with wide eyes as Gin dared to state such to Yamamoto. The man could strike him down in a moment and simply replace both taicho and fukutaicho. Yet Gin held his ground. A movement from the corner of Shuuhei’s eye caught his attention. Byakuya had stepped out from his place. “As well as mine.” said the cultured voice. Gin’s eyes widened as his lover took his place beside him.



“And mine.” said Shuuhei as he stepped from his spot, not like he’d had the position long enough to get used to it. Izuru was too good of a friend for him to stand by and let him be railroaded.



“Might as well throw in my resignation as well.” said Kenpachi, “The runt is a little soft for my tastes but he’s got honor and I can respect that.” The fearless man took the position to Byakuya’s right and Shuuhei to Gin’s left. All four men could see the anger brewing beneath the surface in the old man. He didn’t like his decisions to be questioned.



“You four think you aren’t expendable? That you can’t be replaced?” said Yamamoto, the anger rolling off of him in waves. Shuuhei struggled to remain standing and he could see sweat begin to dot Gin‘s forehead, though the grinning man never changed his expression. “You dare to challenge my authority to remove an officer from his post when he is unable to fulfill his duties?”



“I don’t recall anyone saying Kira-fukutaicho is unable to fulfill his duties.” said Gin, his chin lifting in silent challenge.



“Retsu?” Yamamoto barked towards the gentle woman standing silently. Retsu stepped forward and bowed to the sotaicho.



“I believe that Kira-fukutaicho may fully recover from his illness should he be given the proper….motivation.” she said, her gentle voice carrying an underlining strength.



“That would require time and him not being able to fulfill the duties of the position during his absence, I say get rid of him.” All eyes turned towards Kurotsuchi-taicho, Ukitake-taicho‘s eyes were especially hard. Gin promptly walked over to the freakish looking taicho and cracked his knuckles menacingly. Ukitake stepped forward and laid a hand on Gin’s shoulder.



“Allow me, I have wanted to do this for a long time.” Rearing back his hand, Juushiro drove his fist hard into Kurotsuchi’s nose. The man flew through the air and landed a few feet behind where he stood. Juushiro shook his hand as he glared at Kurotsuchi as if daring him to stand back up. The man simply sat there clutching his bleeding nose with his hand. SoiFong burst out laughing at the sight. She had never liked the obnoxious and creepy taicho and when he had grabbed her ass a few meetings ago her hatred had spun to all new heights. She herself had been plotting revenge but this spectacle was even better. The mild mannered Ukitake Juushiro taking out Kurotsuchi with a punch was just priceless.



“Order!” yelled Yamamoto over SoiFon’s laughter, Kurotsuchi’s cursing, and the din of conversation that had broken out among the others. His cheeks were slightly flushed and his eyes gleamed darkly. Slamming his cane down on the marble to bring his point across. The room went silent.



“What makes you think he will recover? What reason do you have to stand up for him?” asked the sotaicho.



“I speak as his taicho. I knew he was special from the moment he was placed as my fukutaicho. He is able to rally his subordinates behind him and they willingly follow him. He knows when to fight and when to retreat. I could ask for no better fukutaicho.” Gin finished, his eyes open to stare the sotaicho in the eyes. Gin was determined to let his point be gotten.



“I speak as his friend. I have known him since the academy and he was the glue that held together his squad. He gave confidence to Momo and restraint to Renji. It has always been my honor to be his friend as well as comrade.” said Shuuhei. Shuuhei knew that he would never be able to fully take on the position of taicho if he didn’t speak up for Kira. His presence that night while still in the academy was one of the reasons that he was still breathing and able to take on the role of taicho.



Yamamoto sighed. He didn’t like the idea that four of his taicho were digging in their heels against him and it looked as if the other taicho wouldn’t be hard to convince to lend their support. Shaking his head, Yamamoto spoke, “To have such backing, Kira-fukutaicho must be one extraordinary individual. I have always been as unmovable as the mountain, but even the mountain must bow to the wind that chips away at it. I will allow you to keep your young fukutaicho, but I have some conditions.”



“Such as?” asked Gin cautiously.



“Kira-fukutaicho must report to Unohana-taicho for weekly evaluations until she deems otherwise. He must also reside with an individual appointed by Unohana-taicho. And lastly, I would like to meet and talk with him when he is recovered enough.” said Yamamoto. “Do the terms satisfy you, Ichimaru-taicho?”



“Hai, Sotaicho.” said Gin, his grin in place. The terms were reasonable and Gin had no problems accepting them.



“Very well, dismissed” boomed Yamamoto. Those words said, the old man walked out of the room all the while thinking how much his taicho had grown, a small smile gracing his face. They really were the joy of his life and this little test only proved their tenacity and loyalty. Gin nearly collapsed against Byakuya. That was the first time he had ever stood up to the old man.



“Well done, Gin” said Ukitake. The white haired man clapped Gin on the back. “I would have said something if you hadn’t but I knew it would make more of a impression if it came from someone that cared for him.”



“Thank ya, Ukitake-taicho, that was some punch you laid on Kurotsuchi.” said Gin, bowing to the older man. Juushiro smiled, “He had long been deserving that.” Nodding to both men he left to the meeting hall. Gin allowed Byakuya to lead him out of the meeting hall and into the streets.



“Should we go visit with Izuru? Perhaps Renji has made some progress.” Gin asked. He leaned on his lover as they strolled down the streets of Seireitei.



“I think it can wait until morning.” said Byakuya. He knew his lover was drained emotionally and would do well to simply go home. Upon arriving at the manor, Byakuya ordered the servants to bring a tray of light foods to his room and then dismissed them for the night. Stripping both of them of their uniforms and haori, Byakuya lead Gin into the bedroom. Drawing Gin to the futon, Byakuya pushed down the pale haired man and turned him over onto his stomach. Grabbing a vile of scented oil from the cabinet, Byakuya poured some in his palm and allowed his body heat to warm it. Pressing his hands firmly into the tight muscles along Gin’s back, Byakuya began to work the tension from his lover. Starting at the neck, Byakuya slowly worked his hands down, keeping his touch firm. Drawing a moan from Gin when he reached an especially tight knot of muscle.



“Gods, Bya-kun, that feels so fuckin’ good.” moaned Gin, his body completely relaxed under the ministrations of Byakuya. Byakuya’s fingers pressed along his spine until they reached the curve of his buttocks. Pouring more oil on his hands, Byakuya trailed his finger between the crease, to tease the opening. Gin stiffened for a moment. Up until now, Gin had always topped. Byakuya knew that Gin had been used more than once for Aizen’s personal pleasure and had simply taken the role of bottom since Gin seemed to prefer top.



“I can stop if you want. The choice is yours if you aren’t ready.” whispered Byakuya into Gin’s ear. He really didn’t care whether he was top or bottom, but he wanted Gin to be free from the ghosts that still haunted him.



“S’ok, I know its ya.” whispered Gin, “Just go slow.” Byakuya smiled and continued to tease the pucker with his oil slicked finger until Gin began to push back against him. Byakuya pushed one finger inside. Gin moaned but didn’t pull away. Byakuya pressed kisses along Gin’s spine, tasting the oil and Gin. Byakuya pressed in another finger, but stopped when he felt Gin clench down on him. He simply waited until Gin relaxed, whispering softly in his ear. Gin eventually unclenched his body and Byakuya continued to stretch him slowly. Gin hissed through his teeth at the introduction of the third finger. Gin cried out when his fingers grazed Gin’s prostate, sending shudders rocking through him.



Byakuya flipped Gin over and pulled his legs around his hips. Leaning down, he sucked Gin’s lower lip between his own. Gin arched against him causing moans to erupt from both of them as their erections rubbed against each other. Byakuya trailed his lips lower leaving a damp trail in his wake. Reaching his nipples, Byakuya ran his tongue around the rim before sucking the nub in his mouth. Gin trembled against him. It had been so long since he had given up control. Byakuya seemed to know exactly what he needed. Biting hard, Gin whimpered in need as the pain sent his senses reeling with pleasure. He had always liked it a little rough but had never wanted to force Byakuya into those types of games should his lover not desire it.



Pulling Gin’s legs high on his hips, Byakuya lined up his erection with the newly stretched entrance. Gin stiffened again and his eyes clenched shut almost as if he was waiting for the pain. Byakuya lifted a hand and dragged it along Gin’s clenched eyes and through his pale hair. Gin slowly began to relax again.



Byakuya began to ease inside. Taking it slow so to cause the most minimum of pain to Gin, but stopped about half way in when Gin’s eyes seemed to go blank. Taking a hand he ran his hand gently across Gin’s skin in an effort to soothe. Gin felt the erection entering him and for a moment he flashed back to the many times Aizen had nearly ripped his body apart. He shuddered, then he felt a hand soothing along his skin. Opening his eyes he saw Byakuya, his eyes, not the cold brown of Aizen, but a warm steel color that seemed to radiate love. Gin reached up and ran his hand through Byakuya’s midnight black hair that fell just past his shoulders. His fingers, hardened with calluses, traced the scars that dotted Byakuya’s chest and abdomen almost as if seeing them for the first time. Byakuya moaned and slid the rest of the way in. Gin gasped and shut his eyes at the feel of Byakuya in him.



“Look at me.” whispered Byakuya in a strained voice. He felt as if he was about to burst. The pleasure of being with Gin always took his breath away and now to be allowed to enter him was almost more than he could take. The clenching of Gin’s muscles on his shaft was nearly sending him over the edge. Taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself, Byakuya stared into Gin’s eyes as they opened.



“Are you alright?” asked Byakuya praying that the answer was yes, he feared he might die if he was forced to stop now. Gin nodded and his hands clenched on Byakuya’s arms as he arched his body against him. Byakuya allowed his head to fall back at the pleasure. Drawing his hips back and adjusting the angle, Byakuya pulled out then slid slowly back in. Gin arched high as Byakuya’s shaft pressed against his prostate. Repeating the action, Byakuya moaned at the erotic look on Gin’s face. His head was thrown back, his neck arched, a fine sheen of sweat coated his body, Byakuya knew that he had never seen a more beautiful sight.



As Byakuya set a slow pace, Gin clawed at his hips in an effort to force him into a harder more demanding rhythm. Byakuya ignored the pleas and continued slowly until he felt Gin’s body clench around him. The extra pressure sent Byakuya over the edge of reason. Pulling back, Byakuya began to slam into Gin, drawing keening sounds from the other. Gin clenched the satin sheets as the pressure built inside of him. It was more than he could bear. Reaching between their bodies, Gin grasped his erection in an effort to relieve the building pressure in his loins. The pressure reached the pinnacle and a final thrust from Byakuya sends him over the edge. Arching high, stars flash behind his eyelids as his body spurts thick white cream across his abdomen. Byakuya feels Gin’s orgasm and quickly withdraws and brings a hand to grasp his erection.. With three hard strokes he releases his seed across Gin’s abdomen, mixing the two essences. Gin runs his hand through the fluids on him thoroughly combining the two. Byakuya collapses beside Gin, and grabbing a cloth from the bedside table wipes both of them clean, before burying his face in Gin’s neck. Gin sighs and lets his mind drift in the aftermath of one of the most powerful orgasms of his life.



“Bya-kun, ya are the other side of my soul. Thank ya for standin’ with me today.” whispered Gin, running his fingers through the dark hair spread across his chest.



“I would never leave you to face demons alone, whether they be demons of the past or the present.” answered Byakuya. Gin sighed and reaching down pulled the coverlet over them both. Settling against each other they we both pulled into sleep.



TBC



AN: MMMMM I love me some Gin and Byakuya. I just had to throw in that lemon. I’m more of a fan girl for those two than any other =p I hope you enjoyed. Until next time.