Breaking In The Reins

Warnings: Language, violence, yaoi, shonen-ai, mansecks.

Pairings: AizenIchimaru, KyourakuUkitake and IchimaruKira.

Notes: I'm still plugging along everyone, trying to keep these chapters coming as quickly as possible. Thank you to all my lovely reviewers. I'm so thrilled to come home to find your praise in my inbox. I really am.

---------------------------------

News hardly spread fast within Soul Society, but the news that was told to those people who mattered, circulated like a brushfire. It wasn't a case of one man telling two friends and those friends each telling to friends and so on. It was more or less whispered within the confines of each individual squad house until the news because commonplace.
In the case of Aizen and Ichimaru, the news was now considered to be old. With Ichimaru and Kira, it was an entirely new point of interest.

In the gardens that acted as the central pivot between the spokes of the division houses, Kyouraku sat with a book of poems open on one knee, the other skillfully balancing a small cap of sake, his dark but warm eyes peering out from under his hat at the various passersby that happened across his path. His gaze was caught by the third squad's young blond but Kira turned his head politely, not wanting to be spoken to. He had heard the rumours surrounding himself and his division's fukutaichou and he was embarrassed to say the least. The somewhat perverted and openly romantic captain would not have been a good piece of conversation for the day.

“Naa, Kira-chan. Are you running away from me?” Came the lilting voice, a smirk playing on the elder man's lips as the boy's back stiffened and he halted in his tracks. “I just want to talk to you for a moment. Surely you can tolerate an old man like myself for a simple moment?”

The smaller shinigami's shoulders slumped and he turned to walk over, smiling wanly and bowing out of respect once appearing before the other's feet. Shunsui hadn't even gotten to his feet, choosing to remain on his backside in the cool grass.
“Was that so hard, Kira-chan?”

“No, Kyouraku-taichou. But I'm on an errand for Ichimaru-fukutaichou and he told me not to dawdle.”

The brunet captain hiccuped and tossed back the leftover sake in his cup before looking up and smiling with his eyes closed, trying to seem as non-threatening as possible but no doubt still frightening the boy. Kira's bouts of fright and nervousness were well known in Seireitei but his shinigami skills were still remarkable enough to garner him a favoured seat in his division.
“Is Ichimaru kind to you?” He asked softly. “Is he everything you always wished a vice captain would be?”

The blush over the blond's nose was obvious against his pale skin and it made Shunsui frown slightly, hiding it under his hat as he lowered his head. There was no doubt that the corrupted fukutaichou had begun his own ordered corruption.

“Of course! He's valiant and devoted to Aizen-taichou. His skills are as good as any of the other vice captains' and he's even a nice person on a personal level..” He caught himself before he said anything else, afraid that he had already said too much.

“Does any of that matter when he is secretly a snake to be feared, little one?”

The blond's brilliant blue eyes widened and he gave the larger man a curt bow and scurried off, heading towards his previous destination and ducking inside the small shop, its sign declaring that it sold herbs and other methods of healing. Shunsui knew the shop well as he had visited it for his lover on more than one occasion, also knowing that in the back room of the little place, there were oils and other items of sexual interest unknown to the general public. Need to know basis, the shopkeeper used to say.

There was no doubt in his dirty mind that the boy was in there for both sets of items, his visible skin free of marks suggesting rough play but there had been no sightings of the elusive silver haired vice captain for the past week or so and people had begun to talk. The most prominent idea was that he was laid up in bed after having been reprimanded by his captain for insubordination.
Usually in which case, Unohana-taichou and her loyal healers would visit the squad house and fix the broken shinigami right up. To her knowledge, Ichimaru was in good health, even though he hadn't been seen for days. The question in Kyouraku's mind echoed as he emptied his sake bottle and closed his book, his long legs unfolding from beneath him so he could stand, giving a little stretch. He spoke out loud to no one in particular, more a mumble under his breath than anything.

“If he's broken, why wouldn't they call the med-team to fix him? What is Aizen trying to hide this time?”

------------------------------

“Are you about ready to get up, Ginyanote? I believe Kira-kun is returning as we speak.”

The curled bundle of blankets shifted and a silvery head peeked out, a loud groan of exertion coming from the pained fukutaichou. He had been in bed since being forced into unconsciousness by his wicked captain, a given punishment for not doing a task as simple as falling asleep.

“Hai, Sousuke. I'm just kinda sore..”

A warm hand laid on his head and the young fukutaichou rolled onto his side and nuzzled it with his cheek, flipping into the persona Aizen associated with a pleased pet. He was confident that Ichimaru would be as loyal as he had hoped for and his plans for further domination had only just begun.

“You deserved it, Gin.”

“I know.”

“Then stop complaining and get yourself out of bed. Do you really want Kira-kun to see you in such a state?”

That got him going. The covers few back and the slim shinigami was on his feet, shivering slightly in the chilly air and hurrying to the bathroom. He finished his business quickly and then dressed in the fresh change of clothes Aizen kept for him, just completing the tight knot around his waist as the blond knocked on the heavy screen. The brunet pointed to the divan where the younger man moved over to and sat down upon , tucking his legs up and running a hand through his hair, Aizen's larger form moving soundlessly to the double barricades and cracking them open enough to see who lay beyond them.
Blue eyes peered at him and he smiled, opening the screens far enough so that he could admit, Kira, the boy's arms laden with packages from the discreet little shop.

“I came back as soon as I could, Taichou. The poultices had to be mixed by hand so the shopkeeper had me wait for a little while. I hope that was all right.”

He relinquished the bags once Aizen took them from him and then he bowed politely, looking up from under his growing bangs at the reclining fukutaichou and receiving a sneaky little grin in return.

“Ya did good, Izuru. Long as ya came back with everythin' Aizen-taichou asked for, that is.”

“Ah, hai, Ichimaru-fukutaichou. I managed to find every item that was required.”

The sound of glass bottles being set onto the dark wooden desk caused the boy to look over, mentally checking off each item and mentally congratulating himself on a job well done. He straightened up again and waited patiently, eager to be off for the afternoon as he had things to accomplish with the rest of the squad but it would be considered very rude of him to suddenly leave without his captain's permission.

“Do you have duties this afternoon, Kira-kun?”

The blond blinked and nodded. “I do, Taichou. We have calisthenics for the remainder of the day. I'm leading them through a new routine.”

“Very good. You may go then. Report to Ichimaru's office in the morning for new orders.” He turned to his young lover with a brilliant smile. “You've got quite a bit to discuss with Kira-kun, haven't you Gin?”

The grinning vice captain chirruped and gave a short nod, lifting his right hand to wave to the boy.

“Hai! Be early, Izuru. I've got lots to teach ya. Make sure ya get lots of sleep tonight!”

Placated by the smaller man's happiness, Kira felt good about leaving and he bowed deeply before doing so, turning on his heel and scurrying off, the screens slid shut behind him and his footfalls echoing loudly throughout the squad house. The moment Aizen's smile faded, Ichimaru's did as well, the latter's returning to his former pout.

“That look won't work on me any longer, Gin. Your given mission begins tomorrow. It's time you created yourself a worthy fukutaichou for the day when you're given a division of your own.”

“My own squad, Sousuke? I like the people we've got under us now though! I don't wanna have to train all new people!”

The elder man moved slowly this time, approaching the divan and settling himself between the vice captain's legs as he cupped his chin, staring into Ichimaru eyes with a deep earthy gaze, one that the younger shinigami could hardly look away from. He gave a small wriggle and lifted his arms to wind them around the other's neck, too engrossed in his blind love for the captain to be truly frightened of him.

Against the boy's neck, Aizen spoke, gently licking at the soft, pale flesh and nibbling along the thick cords, illiciting aroused whimpers and savouring each one along with the light, salty tang of Gin's skin.

“You'll be a beautiful captain, Ginyanote. And you'll have the prettiest vice captain. He'll be so devoted to you that it will practically kill him to be away from you...”

------------------------------

Inspired by his encounter with the young blond that morning, Kyouraku ventured to the thirteenth division's squad house instead of his own, sending word to Nanao so that she knew to drill the subordinates and end the day regularly. He didn't however, give her his whereabouts.

As he stepped into the captain's office without so much as a knock, he slid the screen closed behind himself and slipped his sandals off, padding barefoot to the heavy couch Ukitake kept for his sudden bouts of fatigue. From his desk, the white haired leader rolled his eyes but got to his feet nonetheless, opening a side drawer and producing a sake cup and bottle. The larger man peered over with a lazy smile and tipped his hat off of his head, allowing it to fall to the floor with a light thud.

“Maa, you know me too well, Jyuu-chan. Where would I be without you?”

“Drunk on a street corner somewhere, most likely. Smelling of cheap wine and women.”

Kyouraku held his hands out and took the proffered items, pouring a cup right away and blinking as Ukitake took it from him, downed it and handed it back through a deep grimace. He chuckled and took the empty cup back, refilling it for himself and shifting over to allow the smaller shinigami a comfortable place to rest against him.

“Is that such a bad situation? Women deserve to be loved and good wine goes to waste if it isn't appreciated just as thoroughly.”

“Hai, hai. What are you here for today, Shun? Certainly not to sit and discuss your possible future, should I ever send you out into the cold.”

Noisy slurps answered him and Ukitake sighed softly, shaking his head at his lovers disgusting habits. Friends for more than a millenia and still the smaller man couldn't completely understand the other.

“I was in the garden this morning-”

“What a surprise.”

“-and I watched a pretty young blond approach from the direction of the fifth division. He was heading towards Saitou's.”

The ill taichou blinked and held up a hand, demanding that the somewhat grizzly shinigami halt his words for a moment.
“You were watching girls when you should have been working, Shun?”

“It wasn't a girl, Jyuu-chan. It was Aizen's third seat.”

“Kira-kun? I heard from Kaien that he was valiant and very skilled, but still almost a child, regardless of his status as a graduated shinigami.”

The last little bit of sake was sipped straight from the bottle and irritatedly, Ukitake took it and set it on the side table, his hand held out for the cup as well, it too resting on the high wooden stand. Kyouraku smiled sleepily but kept his eyes on the sickly swordsman.

“He was very pretty, Jyuu-chan. Pale skin like a doll and his body in general was so slim and fit.” He knew it bothered his lover when he spoke about the smaller, slimmer people who resided in Seireitei but he did it in jest. “He's taken though.”

“I would think so. Especially if he was going to Saitou's shop. There's nothing in there except herbal remedies and potions. And the occasional sexual aid.”
The blush that crossed his nose made Shunsui smile more broadly, his right hand winding around Ukitake's waist and drawing him close enough so his neck could be nibbled upon.
“Ahh, Shun..do you know who he's with then? My curiosity is piqued, I'm afraid.”

The elder man chuckled and flipped them over so that Ukitake was on his back and Shunsui was kneeling between his parted legs, the look on the gruff captain's face belying his former silliness.

“Can I tell you in the bedroom, Jyuu-chan? I've got a few other things I'd like to tell you.”

Knowing what the larger man had in mind, Ukitake blushed even deeper but wriggled out of his grasp enough to stand up, heading towards the back door that would lead to his personal quarters, still choosing to sleep in the squad house's captain's chambers instead of his own home set apart from the Court. He was closely followed by the brunet, listening with half an ear at the haunting little tune Kyouraku was humming, a few words dotting the song here and there but never anything recognizable.

He sat on the edge of the high bed and shrugged out of his haori and black kimono, remaining in his hakama and white yukata, his skin almost as pale as the light material. Shunsui undressed completely, without shame, and lifted the pink kimono back over his shoulders as he kneeled beside the smaller man, his hands starting to remove what remained of Ukitake's clothes, much to his sudden amusement. He swatted slightly at the elder man and bit back a moan as he was groped openly, his head falling back slightly and his eyes drifting closed.

“Is this...what you wanted to talk to me about, Shun?” He asked breathlessly.

His coughing hadn't yet begun but it would and from the pile of clothes beside him, he fished out a well stained cloth, clean but forever marked by old blood, and tucked it under the pillow closest to himself. Next to his ear, Kyouraku whispered as he gently moved the white haired shinigami so he could tug the pants from his slim hips, letting them fall to the floor and stepping back so Ukitake could move into the position they both enjoyed so much.

“I want to hear the beautiful springtime love sounds you make, Jyuu-chan. Let me hear them and then I'll tell you what I wanted to say...”

On his hands and knees, the seemingly frail but decidedly strong captain looked back over his shoulder, his chocolate brown gaze causing Shunsui to groan out loud, his demeanor changing to one of lust and conquest, instead of his forever sleepy, somewhat drunken stupor. He made a short trip around the bed and fetched one of the vials Ukitake kept in the bedside table, again taking the kneeling position behind the smaller man and generously coating himself in it.

He purposely avoided preparing the other, as the thirteenth captain expressly forbid it, usually mentioning something about enjoying the sensation of being taken and not being as breakable as the rest of Soul Society seemed to think he was. Kyouraku was more than eager to oblige, personally enjoying the tightness of the younger captain, of whom he was currently enjoying as he slid in without the benefit of even mentioning it, the hiss from his lover causing him to halt until the relentless wriggling from the slim hips forced him to continue unabated.

Before him, Ukitake fisted his hands in the silky sheets, gritting his teeth and tossing his head to clear the hair from his face, a warm hand ghosting up his side to gently gather the pale strands into a bundle and deftly tie them into a knot at the base of his skull, a gesture he was most appreciative of and one that Shunsui was used to. After all, one has to be good at working with flyaway hair when your own is like a rat's nest and your lover's is like freshly cleaned silk hanging on an outdoor clothesline.

“Mmm, Shun...right there. Just a little bit fas-...yesss, that's it.”

They hardly needed words between them but the sick captain constantly breathed little whispers of encouragement and moans of a naughty nature into the slowly warming air of the bedroom, his entire form rocking from the strength in Kyouraku's thrusts and his own returned ones as he bucked back to demand a greater depth.
On occasion he was allowed to take the elder man but he felt the most comfortable beneath him instead, his chest lowered to the mattress so he could sacrifice a hand to stroke himself, the action bringing on a new height to the pleasure for both of them, Ukitake's eyes squeezed shut from the delightful pressure building inside and Shunsui's mouth open in a light grimace while he savoured the sweet tightness of his lover's sanctum.

He was hauled up onto his knees only as Shunsui held him tightly around the chest and waist, allowing him room to continue to service himself but deepening the cadence of his thrusts as they both neared their collective peak. He could feel the slight rise in Ukitake's reiatsu and his own was like water spilling into the room, filling it from the floor up. He boldly bit down on the side of his lover's neck and with a hoarse cry followed by a shuddering couch, Ukitake came, falling forward but still held by the larger shinigami, his form saved from a crash into the mattress.

He was plunged into a total of four more times before the wine loving captain released as well, removing himself and lying beside his lover as the coughing ceased and peace finally came.

The sheets and the lone pillow which lay before Ukitake were spattered with blood, his coughing raw enough to have caused it. With a gentle hand, Kyouraku got up and lifted the other into his arms, setting him on the end of the bed and shifting him only when it was necessary as he took the soiled sheets from the bed and replaced them with fresh linens, the rag beneath the pillow tossed into the hamper as well. The eighth captain waited as the smaller swordsman crawled back under the covers, smiling as he followed suit and laid against him, curling an arm over his hip to hold him back against himself.

“Now that we're too tired to remember much of anything, are you going to tell me who Kira-kun is with?”

The large hand palmed the flaccidnessof Ukitake's cock in a mock grope, earning Shunsui a growl and a smack to the forearm.

“Shun.”

“Ichimaru-fukutaichou. Aizen's vice captain. I'm sure that's what's going on.”

“How can you be so sure? Maybe it's Sousuke-”

“Ichimaru warms his bed, Jyuushirou. Why else would he be moved up to third seat to report directly to the division's fukutaichou?”

“Maybe he's just that skilled, Shun.”

“Maybe you're too naïve, Jyuu-chan.”

“Did he look upset about it? Did he have that frightened look that Ichimaru had when I saw him last with Aizen?”

The kimono toting shinigami curled himself a little more around the slightly shaking form of his lover, knowing that despite his seeming ignorance of everyone else's relationships, he still felt bad for those who were being taken advantage of.

“Relax, Jyuu-chan. He's fine as long as someone is looking out for him. I'll be sure to keep an eye on him during my travels, all right?”

A muffled grunt came from the white haired captain as he tried to fall asleep, burying his face against Kyouraku's chest, his voice eventually leaking out, but just barely.

“I'll accept the idea once I see that he won't be harmed. I still fear for Ichimaru's sake though. I don't know him as well as I do some of the others but he's got an endearing quality to his smile. Maybe Aizen will be easy on him...”

“Go to sleep, Jyuu-chan. We'll go see them in the morning, how's that? We can even stop by the marketplace on the way in and bring treats and sake as a congratulatory gift for Kira-chan.”

“Hai. Let's do that.”