On A Dark Path, He Walks

Disclaimer: I DON’T OWN THEM! That’s it. No little ditty here because due to Southern Ontario’s massive heat wave, my brain resembles overcooked scrambled eggs right now.

Warnings: Mansecks. Possibly disturbing. Adult language and adult situations. Gratuitous use of naughty words. Randomness that can only be generated by yours truly. Bear with me.

Notes: Sankyuu, everyone! I’m excited to have chapter four ready so soon. Time on my hands and the inability to venture too far outdoors have obviously combined to make me a writing machine. I suppose heat waves are good in some aspects.

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An hour and twenty minutes passed before the out-world party was finally assembled, Renji arriving late and apologizing profusely, his eyes red rimmed and his voice wavering slightly as he spoke his explanation to the first division captain. The aged leader nodded his acceptance of the reason once seeing the state the young swordsman was in and allowed him to step into line, just as Mayuri and Nemu appeared beside the Shobantai-taichou.

Barring unforeseen circumstance, the gateway should work, using the alternate wavelengths of Hueco Mundo’s residual appearance against itself, in an attempt to tear a hole, much the same way Hollows did to gain entry into Soul Society. The tiny device was set up at Genryuusai’s feet and with a flourish only Mayuri possessed, the modified shinigami flicked it on and stepped back, eagerly awaiting its effect.

A blinding light shone from the tiny portal in the top and radiated upwards, immediately and viciously tearing a hole in the sky, heavy crackling not unlike thunder booming overhead. Byakuya remembered it as nearly the same sound as when the young ryoka had arrived with his friends, ages ago it seemed to the nobleman. Things of the past he barely remembered.

One last pulse of the bright energy and a sufficient tear was created, a black nothingness that existed against the pale backdrop of the setting sun. Nothing emerged from the darkness, waves of uneasiness settling around the men’s feet as they shrugged it off.

“The window of opportunity is merely half a day. Twelve hours from this moment, the gateway will close.”

Kurotsuchi-taichou’s voice rang out in the stillness, pulling a light jump from the pony tailed fukutaichou, his mind still elsewhere and barely registering what the odd looking captain said.

“Abarai-fukutaichou. Did you hear what I just said?”

Renji snapped to and nodded quickly, giving a light bow as his attention was again focused on their task.
“Hai, Kurotsuchi-taichou. Sumimasen.”

The elder man sneered slightly and turned to the other two team members, addressing them more quietly, purposely keeping some parts of the discussion secret from the obviously upset vice captain.

“…and then you will return here. Genryuusai-dono has agreed to be present when you arrive, his fukutaichou as well. Both will accompany you to the tower where the detained parties will be held captive until they can be questioned.”

Ukitake and Byakuya nodded in unison, absolutely understanding of the situation and taking in as much information as possible, turning on their heels once the yellow eyed shinigami had finished.

“Understood, Kurotsuchi-taichou.” Came Jyuushiro’s humble reply, still noble even without truly being so, right down to his toes. “Byakuya? Abarai-kun? Shall we go?”

The other two nodded and lifted themselves into the sky, jumping hard to gain the height they needed and immediately catching in the hole’s suction, as if they were on the outside of a great vacuum and were slowly being taken in by the darkness. The first division captain remained where he stood and even hunkered down on the ground for a bit of a rest, deciding that despite his age, he could still sit and wait for his subordinates to return safely. Irritated with waiting, Mayuri simply bowed to the elder man and disappeared, dragging Nemu with him as he headed back to his laboratory. Forget waiting. He was a do-er, not a wait-er.

They passed a giggling mass of bushes but didn’t bother to consider the laughing foliage simply because of what caused it, the thirteenth squad’s third seats sitting neatly beside each other as they watched the clown-like captain brush past. They liked the way he looked only because it was humourous and because they were fairly joined to Ukitake’s hip, he was bound to find them lurking about while their captain went to do his duty.

Decked out with food-based supplies to last them until the next night, Sentarou and Kiyone nestled comfortably together, waiting for their beloved taichou to return to them.

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“Nnnghhh…Ichimaru-tai…chou…”

A whimpered sigh in the overheated room gave rise to naughty occurrences, one small form stretched across a large Western-style bed while the other kneeled atop him, straddling the slim waist and running long fingered hands over a taut, pale belly.

“What is it, Izuru? Do you have something cute to tell me?”

The blond shook his head and bit his lip as Gin pinched his nipples painfully, eliciting a sharp gasp from the vice captain, as well as an upward surge of tiny hips. It was a favourite pastime of the third division captain, to see how long he could taunt the younger shinigami sexually until the boy broke beneath his skilled hands. In their clean lives as captain and vice captain, entirely within the past, it had taken less than a week.

In some minds, Kira might have been labeled as a whore, for so easily accepting his sempai’s touches and affections. To the eternally grinning taichou however, he was merely ‘my little Izuru’ and a toy to be constantly played with. Only once the boy had been broken and Gin had fixed him afterwards, had the bond become strong enough to endure anything. He had made sure of that.

“Naa, Izuru. There’s no need to lie. Sousuke said I could play with you for a bit. You don’t want to waste my time, do you?”

Kira managed to squeak a negative response and then moaned throatily as Ichimaru’s right hand wrapped around his cock, drawing a pained sound that bordered on a death rattle, a sound the snake-like shinigami hadn’t heard in absolute ages. He purred deeply and leaned down to whisper in the fukutaichou’s ear, rubbing teasingly against him as he thumbed over the sensitive head of the throbbing arousal.

“I like that sound, little Kira-kun. Do it again for me. I want to hear it when I take you…”

As if stimulated by the man’s simple words, the blond came suddenly, arching his back and causing the elder man to stabilize himself, white cream coming to rest on his knuckles and the boy’s own belly. Gin lifted his hand and chuckled as he licked the residue from his slim digits, slurping noisily at them until they were immaculately clean. Anal to a fault, cleanliness was an essential item in his mind. Everything must be cute and clean.

“Ichimaru-taichou…”

“Mmm, you’re so sweet, Izuru. I wonder what Sousuke will think when he finally gets to taste you.”

The younger death god trembled slightly but said nothing, only blushing a darker shade than he already was, his arousal now depleted and limp against his thigh, a sure sign that he was spent. Usually, Ichimaru could get three climaxes from the young swordsman, but considering the stress he was under, once was delicious enough.
The former captain slid off of the shivering form and sat cross-legged beside him, facing away and towards the door. Strange, thought Kira, but his captain had always been a bit different from the others.

The door to his chambers slid open immediately following his position change and he fairly shone with excitement. The once bespectacled captain stood before them, closing the door with one hand while the other deftly untied the uniform obi, releasing the heavier material from himself with a great shrug of his shoulders.
He was broader than Kira had remembered, though he had hardly seen enough of the fifth division captain to make much of a comparison, his chest muscled in the right proportions to the rest of his body, a physique mortal men would literally die to have. As the top half of the outfit came down, so too did the bottoms, slid down thickly roped thighs and strong calves, the man’s feet seemingly the only small thing on his large frame.
The blond shuddered to think of what damage the man had caused in his past as a highly skilled captain.

“Naa, Sousuke! I was just going to come find you!”

“I can see that, Gin. Is he calm?”

The younger captain nodded and slid from the bed, leaving the blond in his relaxed state and slithering to his lover, wrapping both arms around the now naked form and grinding against him, earning a growl and a slap of skin against skin as Aizen gifted him with a vicious smack to his nude rear end. Shinsou’s master only cried out sharply and then moaned, writhing even more as he seemingly begged for it again, his head dipped back and throat exposed to the madly grinning Espada overlord.

Sparing nothing, Aizen leaned forward and captured the thick cord in Ichimaru’s neck between his teeth, biting down violently on it as his tongue licked the pinched skin between his jaws, dark eyes open and gazing upon the delicate form atop the mussed bed. It was obvious that they hadn’t been nude together for long, the scent of sex lacking in the room, as well as the scent of blood. Even to Kira, the knowledge of his captain’s love for bloody play was strong. There was no sex without blood.

A delicately pained whimper escaped Gin’s lips as he bucked against the elder man harshly, in need of more stimulation than he was receiving, his hands curling in the soft hairs at the base of Aizen’s skull. He would never tire of his former captain’s touch and regardless of who his audience was, Ichimaru intended on enjoying him as often as he could.

“Y…you spoil me, Sousuke. But I think Izuru will assume that you’re hurting me.”

Wabisuke’s master lifted his head at the mention of his name and stared at the two captains with wide doe eyes, afraid of interfering and saying anything at all, remaining in his spread eagle position even though shame and humiliation suddenly coursed through his slowly shivering body.

“Let him think what he wants, Gin. He’s a grown boy.”

“Maa, but Sousuke…”

“Gin…”

“Hai, hai. Gomen ne.”

The snake-like shinigami went back to enjoying the encompassing warmth of the elder man as he moved large hands over the bony plains of Gin’s smaller form, slowly backing up as he begrudgingly pulled his hips away from his lover’s core, Aizen’s cock pulsing noticeably from within its bed of dark brown curls.
Saucily, Gin slid around to embrace the former fifth division captain and with one hand on his hip, the other gripped the hot flesh tightly, earning a sharp intake of breath for his efforts, as well as a mumbled curse. He knew that his skills were exemplary but it always gave him a small thrill to so easily arouse and interest the other captain.

Kira was beside himself with embarrassment and slight jealousy. He wanted to be touched by his own captain even more, not displayed for the other two men as they fondled each other. Sure he was tired, but a touch from Ichimaru was always welcome, even if it was one given to him in anger. His light wriggles against the oddly cool linens caught the younger man’s attention and he chuckled softly as both hands got into the works, one cupping Aizen’s sac while the other continued to stroke him wickedly.

In Sousuke’s mind, the only way to break in a new recruit was to show him the duties he would eventually come to do. With a light growl, the elder man took Gin by the shoulders and pushed him towards the bed, assuming that the red eyed swordsman knew what he expected, having recently done the same to Ulquiorra after he had been created.

“Take him, Gin. I want to see the look on his face when he finally gets what he wants.”

It was like watching a child get reacquainted with a well loved toy, all long fingers and deft hands working the more tender bits on the blond’s tiny body, a swift movement and the boy’s legs were parted and pressed back so that his knees were against his chest and Ichimaru was pressing the heated length of his cock into his fukutaichou’s tight hole, savouring the pained cry as he took him without the benefit of salve.

He hissed like the snakes he resembled, fisting his hands in the pale sheets as he snapped his hips, leaning on the other shinigami firmly enough to keep his legs taut, opening the willing but resisting portal even further. Tears fell from the corners of Kira’s eyes and he sniffled slightly, his arms above his head as he thrashed them on the plush pillows. The pain was significant but the blond tolerated it because eventually, it leeched into an all-encompassing pleasure, one that would soon rock the body of his taichou and allow the silver haired shinigami to mark him with his seed.

Aizen stepped lightly from the center of the room and waited at the edge of the bed, his shins against the end of it as his hands roamed the porcelain white mounds of Ichimaru’s ass, smirking broadly before bending forward and nipping each cheek, parting and bringing back together the firm globes. If nothing else, the young taichou had a wonderful behind, one made for violating. Everything from the gentle slope as it met his back, to the enticing dip where it met his upper thigh. When it was moving rhythmically and jiggling along with his lover’s thrusts, it was an even more delicious sight.

The brunet tugged back on the other captain’s slim hips, pulling him to the edge of the bed and watching with amusement as Gin brought Kira with him, still deeply inside the young body and actually switching his pace to a somewhat more violent one, taking the boy without abandon.

Kira was too engrossed in his claiming that he didn’t even feel the elder man coming up behind his captain, that was until he saw the brown topped head appear over Gin’s right shoulder, the smile upon his face malicious and filled with barely concealed acid. Both of the former fifth squad captain’s hands were over Ichimaru’s shoulders and the position gave little else to the imagination other than the fact that the Espada lord was going to take Gin by force, while he was still servicing the young fukutaichou.

One hand disappeared for a brief second before the light haired swordsman cried out and bucked his hips back, nearly removing himself from Izuru’s anal grip, said hand returning to a pale shoulder as Aizen used them as leverage in his conquest of the sharp tongued third squad captain. The blond shuddered when he dared to look up into Gin’s face, the furrowed brow and parted lips giving him an idea of how exquisite the pain was, bared teeth in even rows and a hiss seething from between them. He had seen the arousal the elder man had been sporting and though it was tempting and utterly delicious to look at, it would most likely be dangerous to any of the man’s lovers.

Clearing his throat with a sound not unlike a snarl, Aizen looked down to the timid vice captain, smiling with his fake ‘Aizen-taichou’ smile.

“Do you see how Gin enjoys my ministrations, Kira-kun? How his body aches for my touch? You will become this way one day. It all depends on how well you learn to adapt.”

The boy blinked and stared with wide eyes, his body betraying his sudden fear by shuddering with pleasure, his taichou’s movements slowing considerably, giving him the perfect opportunity to catch his breath, knowing that it was mere seconds before the snake-like death god would release. He counted to nine and was rewarded with a snarl that echoed back from the white walls, the unmistakable splash of hot seed within him sending a shiver up his spine.

Ichimaru made little noise save for the initial snarl and he allowed his slowly diminishing cock to slip from the fukutaichou’s abused hole, grinning happily at the blood that leaked from him along with his own essence. It made him twitch, the sight of his little Izuru, bloodied though seemingly unharmed, the scent of sex finally permeating the room as he gave the blond a light shove to the hip to indicate that he was to roll out of the way. Kira obliged and stood up instead of remaining on the bed, now curious as to what was going to happen to his captain when he was out of the picture, the sensation of the man’s ejaculate sliding down his thigh itching, causing him to squirm lightly.

Though hardly interested in what the blond was up to, Aizen watched with carnal interest as the boy shifted uncomfortably from the odd feeling, knowing what it felt like from the few occasions he had humoured the younger captain by letting him take the lead, situations that Sousuke hardly bothered to remember. Not because Ichimaru was a bad lover, far from it actually. It was a submission to a more dominant power and he couldn’t stand for it. He was the dominant power. No one else.

Free of Kira’s form beneath him, Ichimaru took hold of the linens with both hands and forced himself back on the impaling member, grunting with exertion and throwing his head back where Aizen caught the short silver hair in one tight fist, keeping the other’s head back and using the handhold as a bridle of sorts, a bit of leverage to gauge his thrusts. Gin was hardly going to fight him so why not take him for what he was worth?

The time for fun was over as the once bespectacled captain scratched Gin’s back, letting his hair go to use both hands, digging deep furrows into the delicate porcelain flesh, blood instantly welling to the surface and dripping over the rise of his sides to drip to the sheets below. The red of Gin’s blood was so stark against the white of the well-made linens and Kira gasped at the sight of it, earning himself a harsh glare from the sanbantai-taichou. He wouldn’t be interrupted now by an insolent subordinate, no matter who the boy was.

The former third squad captain was only working towards his lover’s completion and moaned sluttily as he bucked back against the powerful thrusts, lowering his chest to the mattress and opening himself further, ignoring the hissing pain in his back. It was added to by a forearm suddenly catching him about the throat, pulling back so that he sat up on his knees, his hands up and on the object as he cried out, the change in position delightful but painful to his soon to be crushed windpipe.

So was the relationship between the former squad mates, one of anger and deceit, of blood and sex. Aizen preferred it that way and through him, Gin had become nearly the same, preferring pale bodies and young minds to corrupt. The elder man pulled back even harder and gained a choked cry from the smaller man as he came, emptying powerfully and causing the snake-like shinigami to whimper as the hot seed coated his insides. He was allowed to collapse once Aizen let him go and he breathed heavily from the soiled sheets, sliding down to lie on his belly and tucking his face under one raised arm, listening to the deep breathing and heady chuckle of the powerful overlord.

The brunet redressed himself and leaned over the still form of his lover to plant a light kiss to his temple before exiting the room, staring down at the frightened blond as Kira shied away from him.

“You belong to Gin and Gin belongs to me, Kira-kun. There is a fine line separating you and I and if that line is ever compromised in any way, you’ll have the entirety of my army down upon you. Nothing you’ve experienced in life, nor in death, will have prepared you for the Hell you will face. Is that understood?”

Kira fought back tears and looked from his happily sated taichou to the menacing figure before him, ducking his head and nodding profusely.

“H…hai, Aizen-taichou. Sumimasen.”

Satisfied with the boy’s answer, the brunet lifted a hand and patted his head, reverting to the smiling captain Kira had seen many times when visiting Hinamori-fukutaichou, paining him inside because he knew that that life was all a lie. He turned his head away and walked to the bed to sit down, certainly angering the man by ignoring his touch but unable to tolerate it suddenly, finding no reprimand however.
The regal arrancar leader turned from the room and threw the door open, suddenly oblivious to the two naked men inside who were now on display for the Espada standing in the hallway. Grimmjow and Ulquiorra had arrived first, having been mere inches from the silver haired shinigami’s door, listening to the actions happening behind it. They had immediately felt the change in the Hollow world’s perimeter and were about to notify their lord but neither wanted to bother him when he was…busy within.

Aizen stared down each subordinate before settling dark eyes upon the two closest creations, first falling to Grimmjow but deciding upon Ulquiorra for the details.

“Ulquiorra. Report.”

“There has been a breach in the safe zone perimeter, Aizen-sama. In much the same way we interfere with Soul Society, three shinigami have broken through our defenses and have arrived at the outer gates. It has been confirmed that the intruders are shinigami of the sixth division, Kuchiki Byakuya and Abarai Renji. The third is the captain of the thirteenth division, Ukitake Jyuushiro. ”

Sousuke snarled and turned on his heel, barking orders as he walked, the Espada following behind him as Ichimaru peeked out of his door, yawning, half caring about what was going on. The hall was now empty except for himself, clad in only the bloodied top sheet from his bed, the item clinging desperately to his tiny waist. He turned and looked down at the sleeping form curled up on the cleanest part of the bed, the blond swordsman tired out and only beginning his initiation into Aizen’s army.

“So, they’ve come looking for you, Izuru. And they’re close friends of yours, it seems. How exciting.”

He licked his lips and gave his groin a slight adjustment, not aroused but uncomfortable because of the stickiness clinging to him.

“And they’ve brought Ukitake with them. I wonder if that was Genryuusai-dono’s doing. Ohhh, I can't wait to play with my Jyuu-kun again..."