On A Dark Path, He Walks

Disclaimer: I DON’T OWN THEM! The Espada came and took everything I owned in return for being loyal to Aizen-sama. Though Grimmjow and myself got to use the bed before it was destroyed. Right after he and Ulquiorra soiled it up real nice…

Warnings: Barely there mansecks. Adult language. Adult situations. Possibly disturbing. Angst.

Notes: Whoa, where the Hell did that come from?! Ukitake-taichou’s a traitor?! Wowie! Gotta love plot twists eh? I had it in mind for a long time and that seemed to be the best time to reveal it. I hope everyone enjoyed the loveliness.

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“Ukitake-taichou is on our side. It seems your list of trustworthy comrades dwindles with each passing day.”

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Renji could hardly believe his ears and he groaned out loud as unconsciousness overtook him, the pain in his burned body only adding to the discomfort before everything thankfully went black. He couldn’t feel himself being carried as a nameless arrancar hefted his large form over one strong shoulder before dumping him onto a rather large bed, the room as simple as the other Espada’s quarters and private as well, something Aizen had guessed the redhead would prefer.

The same would have gone for Byakuya but upon Ukitake’s guidance, the dark haired nobleman was left in Renji’s room, laid upon the bed as well and securely locked in from the outside. According to the white haired traitor, the two men were lovers and it would be most interesting to put them together instead of splitting them up for questioning.

Leaving them there, the young arrancar smirked and headed back into the depths of the white compound, knowing full well what went on up on the highest floor of the grand building. Their lord was a deviant and throughout the ranks of arrancar and Hollow, not one creature dared doubt his abilities in both leadership and sexual prowess. In short, the man was dangerous.

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The atmosphere in the throne room was less than cheerful, regardless of the meeting between the former lovers, Ukitake and Gin. The elder man stared from his former bedmate to the beautiful blond boy beside him, smiling warmly and receiving a shy nod and a light blush from him. So innocent, he thought. Perfect for the snake-like captain.
His gaze drifted up to the high throne where the brunet shinigami was descending the side stairs slowly, his zanpakutou brandished in full view should there be a conflict of any kind. The ill taichou doubted there would be but with inwardly seething rage, he held his tongue and continued to smile.

“Your loyalty intrigues me, Ukitake. I was certain that you would stay as far from me as you possibly could. My disappearance should have been a godsend to you.”

The former fifth division captain smiled like a snake ready to strike, his eyes open and the few wisps of hair that touched his forehead bounced lightly as he stepped down the last few stairs. The energy was almost tangible in the room as the two men squared off, Kira’s eyes wide as he watched them, slipping closer to his captain and even moving to kneel as he buried his face against Gin’s shoulder. The silver haired shinigami could only grin adorably as his lover’s stared each other down.

“Your disappearance was a mystery, Aizen. I could have stayed in Soul Society by myself for another thousand years but I chose to return to Gin.”

“Aa. I see that. But what of Gin’s new toy? What could he possibly do with you that he doesn’t do with him?”

It angered the white haired shinigami, to be talked down to as if he were a naughty child.
“The boy is none of my concern.”

Gin moved now, sensing Kira’s uneasiness with the current situation, whispering softly into the fukutaichou’s ear and giving the boy’s behind a gentle pat as he bowed and left, watching with a mindless little smile as the blond scurried back to his rooms. He got up out of his pillowed seat and walked over to the pair, acting as jubilant as he possibly could to at least dispel some of the animosity that charged like electricity between them.

“Yare, yare, what’s this fight about now?”

Ukitake turned to regard the silver haired captain, feigning indifference to his calm demeanor before returning his glare to the more dangerous of the three, mostly ignoring the other man’s question.

“I’m only here for Gin, Aizen. You, mean nothing to me. You were once one of my most beloved friends, but since your arrogance and deceit took two of my closest comrades, I’ve found myself unable to forgive you.”

The taller man only smiled and turned on his heel, heading away from the light haired pair to deal with the intruding sixth division members.

“There is nothing to forgive, Ukitake-taichou.” The chill in his voice unmistakable. “What I did, I did for the furthering of my own plans. Your subordinates were of no importance.”

The cold words came as a surprise to both Ukitake and Gin, hurting the longhaired shinigami more but it also struck the grinning taichou as well, having dealt with the fukutaichou and his wife’s deaths alongside his then-lover. Grimacing slightly, the fox-faced former captain turned from the two and made as if to leave, suddenly angry with Aizen for being so obviously and purposely cruel, despite his evil nature.

“Where do you think you’re going, Gin?”

He turned to look back over his shoulder, his eyes open so the red orbs could convey most of his emotions.

“I’m going back to my quarters, Sousuke. Izuru needs to be settled in a bit more.”

“You’ll stay here with your former lover. I have no doubts about your remaining feelings for him. I can feel it in your reiatsu. You practically stink of desire.”

Glaring dangerously, Gin stayed where he stood, his lips peeling back from the permanent grin to bear a perfect set of teeth, the canines longer than normal but still keeping their human qualities, barely reaching his lower lip. He knew better than to openly defy his current lover for fear of being cast out or destroyed, knowing that Aizen was a man who saw power and self-indulgence as better things to live for than love and devotion.
Resigned, he bowed and stood patiently, keeping his eyes on the dark haired leader as Aizen’s roamed over the lithe form of the thirteenth division captain, seemingly trying to garner some form of favour from him.
“Tell me, Jyuushiro-kun. Did the sixth division members know about your relationship with Gin? Did they know how you would betray them in the end?”

“How ridiculous! How would they have known? Wouldn’t they have been prepared for it and not so helpless once it happened? Really, Aizen. You surprise me.”

The twitch in the Espada lord’s face was obvious as he turned away from the other two shinigami, strolling with a clip to his step and throwing the doors open violently, the wooden frames slamming home in their wall slots.

“You walk on thin ice, Ukitake. If you have to keep one thing in mind, let it be this. I let you live the moment you arrived in Hueco Mundo because of your involvement with Gin. I don’t harm the things he loves. Kira-kun is also fortunate because of this reason.
I personally have no love for a captain who cannot save his subordinates when they’re in danger, especially when standing right next to them. Regardless of the situation.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have captives to interrogate.”

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From his current position, all Renji could see was white, his eyes open but the scene before him was a bare landscape, pain arcing across his body as he shifted to sit up, realizing at once that he had been staring at the ceiling of a room smaller than the one he had previously been in. He lifted a hand to grasp his head, grimacing from the all over ache that threatened to become most irritating.
To his right was a small desk and to his left was a large expanse of bed, adorned with his lover, the man’s hair spread out like a fan. He was alive but sleeping it seemed, the redhead’s heart slowing its pace once he noticed that his captain was indeed all right.

Despite the burns on his forearms and chest, Renji got up and wandered the large room, looking for a way out after giving the door a tug and finding it locked.

“Bastards thought of everythin’!” He growled out loud and punched the closest wall, cringing from the pain that lanced through his arm. “Fuck! We’re not gettin’ anywhere this way!”

Soft moans from the bed drew the pony tailed shinigami’s attention and he immediately rushed to his lover’s side, examining him as the elder man tried to sit up, a hand on his head to keep his fukutaichou’s prodding fingers from causing him any further pain. There was a nasty bump on the side and it would swell and become quite uncomfortable in the coming days but to the nobleman, it was merely a reason to regroup and think on their plan.

“Renji?”

“Hmm?”

The regal Kuchiki shifted off of the large and rather comfortable bed to stand, straightening himself and right away noticing that Senbonzakura wasn’t at his side, Renji’s hands moving to grab Zabimaru, which was also missing.

“Kuso…”

“What happened, after Ukitake took hold of me?”

The redhead went on to explain the basics, not mentioning the blow to the head his lover had received from the traitorous thirteenth division leader, walking around, nearly pacing, the length and width of the simple room.
“…and then I woke up in here. They must’ve taken our zanpakutou before lockin’ us in.”

“Sou ka. I think our course of action is obvious. We have to get out of here and find Kira-fukutaichou.”

“He wouldn’t leave Ichimaru’s side. The whole time, he just sorta stood there, lookin’ more blank than usual. I think he’s been fuckin’ spelled or somethin’.”

“That’s less likely than you think, Renji. He’s devoted to Ichimaru. There’s a difference between being brainwashed and being loyal to your captain. I would expect you to be the same with me in a situation like this.”

“Well ‘course I would, but this’s gettin’ out of hand! He tried to fuckin’ kill me!”

“Protecting his captain.”

“Hai, hai, I see your po-“

The approaching reiatsu caused the redhead to silence himself suddenly and move back towards the bed, wishing for a weapon of some kind but choosing to rely on his kidou if necessary. He spoke softly as he crouched in front of the dark haired captain, ready to fight for him.

“I’ll take ‘em, whoever they are. Bastards aren’t gonna catch me off guard a second time.”

The door slid open and instantly Renji tensed, his left hand raised to begin a kidou spell if needed, red eyes watching the large form as Aizen slid elegantly into the room, a tiny smile on his well-formed face.

“Naa, Abarai-kun. Lower your hand, if you please. I have nothing but respect for the sixth division but your skills are hardly a threat to me.”

Renji growled out loud, a sound Byakuya actually blinked at, never having heard it before and it honestly surprised him that his lover could be so outwardly feral in his anger. He did lower his hand however, not wanting the wrath of the former captain to come down upon himself.

“Aizen. What do you want with us? We only came for Kira, so fuckin’ hand him over and we’ll go.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Abarai-kun. It’s Gin’s call as to what happens to him. It was his decision to go and get him and I’ve left it up to his discretion about how the boy is treated and handled.”

Again the growl came, a snarling yowl as Renji launched himself towards the dark haired taichou, his noise cut off by a sharp bark of surprise as he turned back to see his own captain grasping his sleeve tightly, a look of absolute fear on his face, something the pony tailed fukutaichou hoped he would never have to see again.

“Stop, Renji. His powers exceed yours. Let him say what he has to so we can see what’s in store for us.”

Aizen chuckled and turned to leave, simply not wanting to reveal anything to the two shinigami.
“You’ve both no doubt formed a new opinion of Ukitake. Am I wrong in assuming as much?”

While it was true that Renji had switched directly from being thankful of the man’s presence to loathing him outright, he was worried about voicing his opinion at the present time.
“I’m not sure what I fuckin’ believe anymore. I’m about three seconds from trying to kill you dead, you bastard…”

“Hush, Abarai-kun. I doubt your mood is making your captain feel any better. He’s hardly in a position to be arguing or fighting back, ne, Kuchiki-taichou? Your head pains you, doesn’t it? Your arms itch where the rope was securely tied? It’s all cumulative in the end. The sealed rope which tied you has a residual effect that limits your reiatsu.”

He turned and looked back to the gallant fukutaichou.

“And the barrier which I struck you with works in much the same way. You will both be nearly useless for the next three days. I suggest you take that time to ponder a way of escape. The doors will be locked, the window is barred and you will have no visitors. You especially, Abarai-kun. Kira-kun has made it quite clear that he wishes no contact with you.”

The elder man’s words stabbed Renji like a knife as he mentioned that Kira had refused to even go to speak with him, plus the previous actions of the blond suggested the same, but in a different way.

“Until that time, I bid you gentleman good day. Try not to kill each other. I have plans now, for both of you.”

He was out the door again as swift as a breeze, leaving only Byakuya to groan as his head immediately started to pound anew, his hand clutching at the kenseikan and managing to drag them from his dark hair instead of properly removing them, finding slight relief when they weren’t scratching against his pained scalp. Renji watched and waited until they were all taken out and then collected them, tucking them safely into the pocket in his left sleeve, snapping the clasp shut to prevent them from falling out.

Instead of joining his hurting lover on the bed, Zabimaru’s master sat himself down on the cool floor, curling his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around, easily resting his chin on them and sighing out loud, defeated and feeling terrible because of it. Not one to cry over a bad situation, Renji closed his eyes and patiently waited out the storm, hoping that at least Kira would come, if only to laugh at him. At least he could see his friend again before anything else happened.

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Kira had moved quickly to get back to his captain’s quarters, the bright hallway empty except for the quiet sounds of voices talking to one another, his tampered with mind telling him that it was only his imagination, nothing more. He shivered despite the heavy over cloak he wore and slid into Ichimaru’s rooms silently, closing the doors but leaving them unlocked for the elder man when he decided to return.

It hurt him to know that so many of the captains had enjoyed the silver haired taichou before him but he continued to remind himself that he was still young and by the time he had even arrived in Soul Society, they had all known each other in some form or another.

He sighed as he took the heavy coat off and draped it over the chair Gin had told him to use, the straight back adequate for keeping wrinkles out of the warm garment. His captain was considerate, if nothing else. Even the way he cuddled him close in the throne room and cared for him enough to keep him from hearing what Ukitake had to say. In the end, Kira still had no qualms with the snake-faced shinigami.

Candles snuffed, the blond curled his nude form into the comfortable bed and decided to sleep to waste his alone time, not wanting to sit up and broods over what his captain was doing with the other shinigami, remembering a time when he had caught them together in Ukitake’s home and then was caught by Gin immediately afterwards. How embarrassing it had been for him! He remembered going home and crying over it for the entire night, making it to the office the next morning but he was barely awake.

Sneakily, the young fukutaichou slipped a hand down under the sheets to gently fondle himself, surrounded by Ichimaru’s things and seemingly happy for the first time in ages, his lips parted and legs spread beneath the silky coverings. It was so naughty of him to service himself while in another’s home, not to mention in another’s empty bed, but simple thoughts about Shinsou’s master had him painfully aroused and ready to burst, gritted teeth and whispered moans the only things he gave to the near darkness of the spacious room.

The bed sheets smelled like his captain. He curled a fistful of them to his face and inhaled deeply, shuddering from the distinctly exotic scent. He could lose himself in them but then what good would he be? A boy lost in a sea of bed linens where the only people alive were himself and his elder lover.

A place where former love interests didn’t come around to ruin things…

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“So Jyuu-kun. Explain yourself.”

The longhaired captain whirled from his place staring at the double doors to glare angrily at his former lover, at a loss on what to do, other than make up with the grinning fool.

“There’s nothing to explain, Gin. Genryuusai-dono asked for volunteers and I offered. There were no suspicions of the agreement because I’m still one of the least obvious captains in all of Seireitei.”

“And still the most modest too.” The third division captain chuckled out loud. “I always loved you because of that, Jyuushiro.”

“Aa, I remember.”

Both men peered at each other in the following silence before Gin walked quickly from his place and wrapped both arms around the taller man, pulling him closely against himself and breathing deeply in his ear, delicate hands rubbing up and down along Ukitake’s back. It was a meeting of lovers, of that there was no doubt, and having been given free reign of who he engaged in coitus with, Ichimaru was eager to re-consummate his love for the thirteenth squad leader.

“Ahh, Jyuu-kun…I want you…badly…”

A shivered moan was all he got in response, the same thing the nobleman had been doing for years, barely speaking as he pushed the younger man away and started to peel his robes off. In the heavy air of Hueco Mundo, and especially the air inside the palace, Ukitake found that he could breathe more comfortably without coughing, odd considering that Soul Society’s air was the cleanest, less dense air available.

Once nude, he wasted no time in moving to the stack of pillows the short haired taichou had been on previously, spreading them around and kneeling on the thickest ones, lowering his head and upper body to the others as he presented himself accordingly.

Ichimaru was beyond aroused and he made good on a promise long ago that he would never forget how his lover liked to be taken, warm hands gripping Ukitake’s buttocks as Gin rubbed his cock between the pert mounds, teasing but for barely a minute before he spread the cheeks wide and claimed the tight pucker violently, earning himself an anguished cry from the elder man.

It was an animalistic claiming, one reserved for punishment and in truth, Ichimaru felt as if he were punishing the other shinigami, if only because he had dared to defy Aizen in the man’s own home, secretly interested in the situation because of the conflict it provided. The short haired death god knew that he wouldn’t last long enough for his lover so he slipped a hand down to stroke him as he pounded away mercilessly, reaching his peak at an embarrassingly quick pace and holding it off as well as he could so that Ukitake could come first.

A choked cry and a powerful buck of slim hips and Gin felt the telltale wetness dribble over his fingers and soil his favourite pillows, frowning slightly as he relented to his own release and calling out almost angrily, he filled the elder man with his essence, bending over his back and viciously biting down at the firm shoulder of his former love. It was a characteristic thing for the snake-like shinigami to do and Ukitake tolerated it as he always had, moaning softly as he came down from his high.

Ichimaru dressed quickly and leaned down to press a light kiss to his already exhausted former lover’s forehead, thinking to himself that he’d have to teach the elder man how to engage in sexual situations for hours on end again, his young body still needing it more than once daily.

“Come with me, Jyuu-kun. I’ll show you to a room so you can get cleaned up and get some rest.”

“Mmm…thank you, Gin.”

“You’re more than welcome. ‘Sides, I’m not gonna be busy for a little while now. Izuru’s probably asleep already.”

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From the end of the hall, Kira’s eyes widened at the mention of his name, stilling his motions a split second too late and ejaculating suddenly onto the clean sheets, wailing his release as Gin had taught him to, his shrill voice carrying throughout the hall and back into the throne room, where Ukitake lifted his head and peered at Ichimaru, receiving a grin that said the younger shinigami knew exactly what had transpired.

“Sounds like Izuru’s being a naughty boy and hasn’t fallen asleep yet. He makes it so easy for me to play with him. He just has to be his innocent, delectable self…”