Breaking In The Reins

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or any of its characters. Please stop asking to borrow them. I've had to steal them for myself so you guys should have to too. -laughs-

Warnings: Yaoi, shonen-ai, non-con to a degree, language, crack, man-secks.

Pairings: AizenIchimaru, KyourakuUkitake, hints of IchimaruKira.

Notes: Dude...chapter three already. Special thanks go to everyone who have supported me in this. The crack just keeps coming, ne? I suppose it's better than canonically accurate Bleach blather. Who wants to read that? -looks around- Ok, ok, so some of you do. Doesn't mean *I* have to like it.

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At the window, Aizen watched with a smile.

“You're a good boy, Ginyanote. You'll behave for me now, won't you?”

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In addition to sleeping back in his own designated room and not being able to accompany his taichou during division meetings, Ichimaru was given the unsightly task of delivering messages and paperwork throughout the fifth squad, handling Aizen's personal requests as well as the division's formal mission papers. His most hated of all the fukutaichou duties.

“Gin.”

The young shinigami looked up and then set his work aside, shuffling to his feet and moving to stand beside Aizen's desk, his head bowed slightly as he still wasn't completely comfortable around the elder man since his reprimand.

“Hai, Taichou?” He was handed a tightly wrapped scroll, tied with a violet ribbon. An obvious personal message, given its delicate nature and beautiful wrapping.

“Deliver this to the thirteenth division and upon your return, visit the barracks and bring me Hinamori Momo and Kira Izuru.”

Ichimaru took the proffered item and bowed, turning on his heel and hurrying out, breathing heavily as he pounded down the corridor. He knew he could hesitate in returning just yet but the elder man was hardly a new comer to timing his subordinates, his usual schedule immaculate and set down to the minute.
He frowned and dashed to the last of the squad house offices, appearing in the doorway and bowing politely to the seated captain, Ukitake's smile widening as he motioned for the other to come in, the smile wavering somewhat when he noticed the boy ducking out of view of the full length mirror that hung on the door to the kitchenette.

“Has Sousuke sent you on another errand, Ichimaru-kun? He's so demanding of you lately.”

“Not really. Aizen-taichou's very good to me, Ukitake-taichou. “ Shinsou's master blushed as he spoke and stepped forward to hand over the rolled object, moving back to a respectable distance and waiting as the ill captain read it.

“Tell him I'm touched by his offer but I'm unable to join him for tea this evening. I've got plans with Shunsui.”

“Kyouraku-taichou?”

“Mmhmm. I'm sure Sousuke will understand.”

The elder shinigami's smile unnerved the young vice captain but he gave a small grin in return, bowing again as he made as if to leave, his back half turned, avoiding the left hand side of Ukitake's desk entirely. There was no mirror on the right.

“Ichimaru-kun?”

He whirled around and peered at the other, his eyes smiling slits as they had habitually become.

“Why don't you ever open your eyes anymore? Your skills have remained the same, despite your obviously self inflicted lack of sight. Can you explain it to me by chance?”

Gin shook his head and bowed again, turning to take off and speaking as he walked away.

“I open them when I've got nothin' in front of myself to reflect in. Your eyes are a dark colour, Ukitake-taichou. I'd have to see myself reflected in them as I spoke to ya. Gomen ne.” And he gave no other explanation.

The frown on the other shinigami's face darkened into a scowl, angrily slamming his fist into the desk, rattling his teacup. He knew the boy was being manipulated by Aizen but even with proof, he couldn't actually confront the fifth captain about it. How the leaders ran their squads was entirely preferential.

And the scratches on Gin's cheeks and neck. He had seen them, he was sure of it. They weren't just his imagination. If he was being treated so poorly, why then did he continue to obey the maniacal captain? Was it love or blind loyalty?

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“He was marked? Like tattooed?”

A heavy, exasperated sigh. “No, Shun. Marked as in scratched and bruised. His wrists were as purple as wisteria and the scratches on his neck were especially inflamed. As if they were left to become infected and weren't treated immediately after being received. I'm afraid that Sousuke's taking advantage of Ichimaru's undeniable loyalty.”

“He's using him, in other words.”

Ukitake nodded and sighed softly as he rested back against Kyouraku's chest, enjoying the soft pillows the lazy captain had placed around them. He had had a bad coughing fit that morning and was subsequently being babied by the larger man, a habit of Shunsui's and a secret thrill to the sick shinigami.

“Using him in ways unmentioned, though you and I both know what I mean when I mention it.”

Kyouraku chuckled and kissed his lover's hair, nuzzling in it and savouring the light tea scent that he would forever justify as Ukitake's personal...something.

“We do indeed, Jyuu-chan. But we've been around long enough to recognize this as a problem, not just a twisted kink.”

“Exactly.” Ukitake shifted and moved to stand, only to be tugged back down by a sleeve, landing back on the other captain's lap with a grunt. “Shun?”

“You're not confronting Sousuke about it.”

“But-”

“No, Jyuushirou.” He looked at the white haired swordsman with a sharp gaze, one that suggested that he was far from drunk and more awake than Ukitake usually gave him credit for. “Leave them both alone. This is a situation best dealt with from the inside and as far as ethics go, Sousuke has the right to treat his subordinates as he sees fit. Yama-jii's decree, remember?”

The ill taichou grumped a little bit but nodded in understanding, begrudgingly allowing himself to be cuddled and nuzzled by the lazy captain.

“Besides, Ichimaru's a big boy, ne? He can take care of himself. He did make it to fukutaichou status after all. No weak minded person could and I'm sure he's smart enough to see what's right and what's wrong. Just give him time.”

Ukitake rolled his eyes a little bit before gasping and biting his lip, his left hand tightening in the folds of Kyouraku's hakama as the right moved down to still the hand that had nonchalantly slipped into his own pants, embarrassed enough to blush even though they were in Shunsui's private chambers. He was constantly being ambushed by the larger man but the consequences of the eighth captain's amorous ways were well worth the trouble of cleaning up afterwards.

He sucked in a shuddering breath and felt the goose flesh rise on his arms as his lover chuckled deeply in his ear, his warm tongue flicking out to tease along the whorls of Ukitake's ear.

“Mmm, Shun..”

“Yes, Jyuu-chan?”

Words escaped the slim captain as he bucked his hips, quickly shifting both hands to the waistband of his pants, wanting them off before he soiled them. Kyouraku obliged him and let go long enough for the dark material to be slid down to his feet and kicked across the room, a louder chuckle followed by a cluck of Ukitake's tongue. Apparently it was amusing for an ill man to have such a demanding body and powerful legs, his hakama more than twenty feet from where they sat and his cock quivering noticeably against his belly.

Not even a second after parting his upper clothing for better access, Ukitake was moaning again, both hands thrown up and over his shoulders to wind around Kyouraku's neck, nearly hanging off of him as he grit his teeth and closed his eyes tightly. The lackluster way that the larger man went about his seductive little tease is what aroused the other so much, barely a hint of a touch here and a ghosted kiss against his temple there. If nothing else, Shunsui could be given a new instrument and could play it flawlessly. To him, Jyuushirou was a well tuned koto and he played him like a true connoisseur.

“Ahh...ahh, Shun!” Came the deep throated cry as the thirteenth captain spilled his seed, bucking his hips and writhing back against the other, his legs parted in an ungentlemanly way, his toes curled just slightly. He slumped into the warm lap and tried vainly to catch his breath, coughing suddenly but bringing himself under control rather quickly. Dark chocolate eyes peered sleepily at Shunsui's dirtied hand as it lifted behind his field of vision, the distinct sounds of licking giving him a good idea of what his lover was doing.

He blushed and wriggled away from Kyouraku, turning around to flash an embarrassed but thoroughly satisfied little smirk, only to have one returned to him by the elder captain, complete with a frugal lick of his lips.

“Naa, Jyuu-chan?”

“Hmm?”

“You taste good.”

The sick shinigami blinked through his deepening blush and crawled closer again on all fours, sliding to his knees as he straddled Shunsui's lap, facing him this time with his arms wrapped around the man's broad shoulders.

“So I'm told.” He kissed the other forcefully, drawing out a low growl, a side of Kyouraku hardly seen by another's eyes. Ukitake pulled away and stared the brunet down, giving his hips a little wriggle and showing a side that remained predominantly dormant because of his reputation for being a gentleman.

“Oi, Shun? Care for another taste?”

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In the brightly lit fifth division barracks, fresh from their most recent training session together, Hinamori and Kira sat enjoying their tea, she kneeling on a thick tatami and he sitting up on a plush cushion. They had begun sharing a room after Renji had left their ranks and became an eleventh divisioner, the situation was a bit harried since they were still so new to the fifth, but they managed to get along well enough.

It was Kira who noticed the young vice captain at their door first, wide blue eyes staring at the man before he got to his feet and bowed, motioning for the girl to do the same, her teacup slammed down and her hakama swishing as she bowed deeply, her chin nearly touching her knees.

“Good morning, Ichimaru-fukutaichou!” They spoke in unison.

The silver haired shinigami stepped in and waved at them to stop bowing, irritated with the formality of being a high class member of the Gotei 13.

“Naa, I'm supposed to take ya to see Aizen-taichou. Are ya busy at all?”

The blond straightened up and blinked at the nonchalant way the elder man spoke but he immediately shook his head. “No, sir. Hinamori-kun and I just finished our training and we were going to retire for the night. We're able to see Aizen-taichou without a problem.”

The slim fuku grinned broadly and turned to leave, peering over his shoulder to the pair. “Come on then. He's kinda impatient when he's been waitin'.”

She was frightened of their vice captain, but Hinamori followed along behind him anyway, so enamoured with their captain that her fright seemed to disappear. Kira walked alongside her and gave small smiles each time she looked to him for guidance, his gaze almost entirely upon the back of their skinny but powerful fukutaichou. He had voiced his admiration for the silver haired shinigami only to Renji but it was blatantly obvious to the young girl as they walked, keeping silently ignorant on purpose so she didn't embarrass him until they returned to their room.

Gin stopped suddenly at the office door and knocked gently, allowed inside by a soft voice calling out, the door slid open so they could enter. He walked through the broad room and remained standing beside the elder man's desk, expectantly waiting on them, as proper manners dictated that they should step in, bow and then await their captain's orders.

“Come in, Kira-kun, Hinamori-kun. I've got news to share with you, of which I'm sure you're both aware of anyway.”

Kira moved first, his eyes never leaving Gin's face as he bowed to Aizen, straightening up and looking to Hinamori, her face alight with a tiny smile because the elder man was addressing them personally.

“As you know, Abarai-kun was transferred to the eleventh division due to his rather brutish fighting style and lack of kidou skill.” They both nodded politely. “Hinamori-kun. Your fighting style has been well suited for this division and I'm glad to keep you on, though instead of being our eighth seat, you're being moved to fourth seat.”

The girl's face brightened considerably and she bowed again. “Thank you, Aizen-taichou!”

“And Kira-kun.”

“Hai, Aizen-taichou?”

“You're being moved to from seventh seat to third seat. You will be the direct contact between Ichimaru and the rest of the seated officers. Is that clear?”

The young shinigami's one visible eye widened, his new, growing hairstyle shading the other, giving him a mysterious look Gin had mentioned liking to his captain.

“Hai, Taichou!”

“Very good.” Aizen was pleased with their excitement and he gave them leave for the rest of the night, ordering them to return to the main training hall for their new set of duties in the morning. Still in the office, Gin looked to his captain and gave a sudden undignified squeak as he was hauled into the man's lap, settling across it and turning his head as his eyes had opened in fright. He had seen himself reflected in his captain's glasses.

“Now, now, Gin. Why do you struggle against me when I give you everything you want in these sorts of situations? Are you still sore about what I did to you last time?”

The lithesome shinigami kept his head turned and nodded, his eyes now closed so when Aizen gripped his chin with an iron hold and turned his head to face him, he looked to be smiling, his mouth matching his arched eyes now that he could enjoy himself without being seen.

It was a sick twist on his psyche, the fact that with his eyes open, he suffered through the elder man's ministrations, and when they were closed, he enjoyed himself to the utmost degree, taking pleasure from the brunet and shamelessly asking for more.

“I'm not sore, Taichou. Just a little worried about what you're gonna do to me this time.”

A dark chuckle that both froze his blood and set it aflame. “You were disobedient, Gin. I had to punish you.”

He dipped his head and bit down at the soft flesh exposed at Ichimaru's collar, garnering a sharp gasp and a lingering whimper, his teeth breaking the flesh enough to make his young charge bleed, quickly lapping it up with firm strokes of his tongue. He hadn't meant the motion to soothe the fidgety fukutaichou and in the end it didn't, the slim form restlessly writhing as the sensation hurt more than it excited.

“Ahh...itai, Taichou...”

It was the sound Aizen had wanted to hear, purposely repeating the action and receiving the same result, though the end result was much more exciting. His young vice captain stiffened and then fell limp against him, breathing heavily and showing obvious signs of having recently ejaculated. A swift hand slipped down the front of his hakama proved the idea to be true. Aizen's chuckle of triumph echoed slightly in the office and he pulled his hand out, only to wipe it onto Ichimaru's pant leg.

“Go clean yourself up, Gin. You've got a long day tomorrow, training your new subordinate in his new duties.”

Ichimaru climbed off and before padding to the washroom he turned back. “Taichou?”

“He's beautiful, isn't he?”

The smaller man nodded as a blush crept up from his collar. “He is.”

Aizen's voice was calm and soothing, like a powerful creature toying with its prey before obliterating it.
“Do you want him?”

“I do. But...not without your permission.”

“I'll allow you to have him, if you can promise me that you'll treat him as nicely as I treat you.”

“Ya mean...the bites and blood and all the...rough stuff, Taichou?”

“The very same.”

Ichimaru took a moment to process the fact that his captain was giving him permission to pursue someone, the young blond having caught his eye the day he and Sousuke had saved the trio from Hollows in the living world.

“Of course, Aizen-taichou, but you'll have to show me more'n what you have. I don't think I know enough to keep him happy yet.”

The fifth captain stood up and smirked down at his fukutaichou, lashing a hand out to fist in the other's hair, gripping it tightly enough to cause a wince and a grunt of pain.

“I'll show you in due time, Ginyanote.”