Breaking In The Reins

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or any of its characters. I'm not some poor college student, far from it actually, but I'm not willing enough to lose my estate just because of a lawsuit.

Warnings: Mansecks, violence, language, spoilers (I just throw that in to save my ass because I tend to ramble), yaoi and non-con.

Pairings: IchimaruKira, KyourakuUkitake, AizenIchimaru

Notes: Holy crap, this keeps getting longer and longer. I think I've gone too far sometimes but the reviews just keep pouring in and they inspire me to continue. Thanks everyone. Long chapter by the way. I kinda got wordy.

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Kira found it hard to ignore his division's fukutaichou when the silver haired man gave him that look, a raised eyebrow above a pair of brightly smiling eyes, the lids closed as they always were but the man's mouth was a wide grin that resembled that of a stalking snake. He tried very hard to obey the brilliant vice captain, but on days like this, when the paperwork was finished and the lower subordinates were running through their drills, the blond shivered as the other shinigami watched him.

“Naa, Izuru? How come you're shakin'? It's not cold today.”

The boy's frightened blue eyes lifted from the spot he had been staring at to look upon his sempai's face, the shivering finished for a moment because he hadn't wanted to seem weak in front of the powerful fukutaichou.

“It's not cold, Ichimaru-fukutaichou. I was just thinking of something that scared me, is all.”

“Scared ya? Is my little third seat afraid of somethin' around here? Is there a snake in the bushes that I can't see?”

It was as if the elder man had read his thoughts and Kira balked slightly, swallowing noticeably before getting up, bowing and running off, heading towards the third division's training grounds. Eager to watch him, Ichimaru followed, finding a comfortable position under a tree with heavy foliage. He stretched out and rested his back against its thick trunk, his arms crossed over his belly with his fingers laced together.

Nine squad members were practicing their swordsmanship skills amongst each other and when Kira arrived they greeted him with raised hands, stopping what they were doing to divvy up into pairs. Gin watched with jealous eyes as a rather good looking boy paired with the third seat, attacking him viciously enough to put the elder shinigami on alert. His smile faded until the blond suddenly started to fight back, grunting with exertion, his uniform flaring out with each subsequent strike.

The secondary subordinate's eyes widened as he was beaten back by the slim swordsman, quickly falling onto his backside and holding his arms up in defeat, his sword lying beside him in the dusty soil.

“I give, Kira-san!” He was smiling as he gave up, slowly taking himself back to his feet. “You're getting much better! I remember beating you easily less than a week ago.”

“A lot of practice works wonders. Thank you for noticing though.”

He smiled broadly and tipped his head a little, a friendly gesture he used with his closest of comrades. Over the raven haired member's shoulder, Kira noticed his captain sitting beneath the tree, his smile fading immediately and turning into a slight frown, suddenly embarrassed because he was being watched, and because the elder shinigami had bothered to follow him at all.

“Why don't you go practice with Tandai-san until midday break, Kaoru-san? He could use the sparring help. His one on one skills are a little rusty.”

“Of course! Catch you later then!” The larger man waved as he ran off, slapping said rusty swordsman on the back and causing a brief scuffle before the two men calmed down and began sparring, Kira's gaze heading towards Ichimaru again, catching the fukutaichou's stare and scowling.

It was embarrassing to be watched so intently and he was loathe to allow his comrades to know what sort of relationship he had with their vice captain, however vague and semi-consensual it was. He hadn't exactly been forced into the situation in the indoor dojo, but he wasn't proud of what had happened either. His devotion to the elder shinigami only ran so deep and as far as he was concerned, devotion and love were two different things.

“Can ya come here, Izuru?” Came the call from the once again smiling fukutaichou. “I've got somethin' to ask ya.”

The boy trotted over with his head down, bowing politely in case any of his fellow members were watching, wanting to show the perfect attitude of a high ranking officer, especially when greeting one of his absolute superiors.

“What is it, Ichimaru-fukutaichou? I've got to run the others through their drills until after lu-”

“Just come with me. I've got somethin' planned for the afternoon.”

“Ahh...hai. Gomen ne.”

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It wasn't a long distance between the training grounds and the squad house but nevertheless, things became complicated once Ichimaru and Kira appeared before the brightly painted building, a tiny frown working its way onto the elder shinigami's face when he saw the two men standing just outside its front doors.

Kyouraku, friendly as ever, lifted a hand in greeting, his other hand resting at the small of Ukitake's back, keeping him calm as the white haired captain mumbled quietly, angered by the somewhat beaten look Kira carried on his youthful face.

“Oi, Ichimaru-kun! Kira-chan!”

The blond looked at the lazy man with a fake smile, stopping at a polite distance and bowing respectively, Ichimaru's closeness causing him to shiver slightly, his dominant attitude while training the other officers lost as he suffered through his personal harassment.

“Good morning, Kyouraku-taichou, Ukitake-taichou.”

“Good morning!” Shunsui chirruped. “We've brought you a few things to congratulate you on your change in status! Becoming a third seat isn't just an everyday affair, after all.”

Ichimaru tensed and looked from the taller man to his pale lover, feeling the waves of angry reiatsu emanating from him.

“Calm down, Ichimaru-kun! It's just flowers and some sake. I asked around a little bit and according to the tenth squad's fukutaichou, Kira-chan loves his sake.” A pause while he handed over the gifts, the sake warm from being held for so long and the flowers wrapped in bright paper.

“A...arigato. I really don't deserve these...”

“Of course you do! Like I said, an opportunity like this doesn't happen every day!”

The boy nodded again and lowered his head, afraid of having said too much in front of his already suspicious acting captain. The fox-like shinigami meanwhile, had been looking from the eighth leader to the thirteenth and back again, curious about their visit and worried that they had suspected something, however personal his business may be.

“Aizen-taichou is waitin' for us inside so we have to go. Gomen ne.”

He made a move to pass the pair and looked back to his suddenly brightly smiling subordinate, Shunsui's large hand patting his head as if he were a puppy that had done a good job learning his lessons.

“Kira.” He used the boy's family name as opposed to his given name and the blond snapped to attention, almost wetting himself with sudden fright and embarrassment at having ignored his fukutaichou's call.

“Hai, Ichimaru-fukutaichou! Sumimasen!” He turned and smiled wearily at the other two swordsmen, scurrying to catch up to the elder man, hugging his treasures close to his chest and falling into step alongside the other, quickly ducking inside as Gin held the door for him and then secured it behind them.

Behind them, Shunsui stared into his lover's face, upset that Ukitake had remained silent during the entire confrontation, his pale eyebrows knitted in frustration while he ground his teeth together, his back rigid and his body shaking slightly.

“Jyuu-chan, calm down. You're going to cause a-”

The thirteenth squad captain began coughing madly, hacking gobs of red mucus into the sand at his feet, hunching over to prevent stains from landing on his clothes, one hand over his mouth but barely working to contain the wet mess. His cloth was still safely tucked into his sleeve but he couldn't risk reaching for it, for fear of collapsing or coughing onto his uniform, Kyouraku's arm wrapped securely around his waist while the other tugged his hair back gently.

“Breathe carefully, Jyuushirou. It'll pass. It always passes...”

The elder man's concern showed through in the lack of slang terms as he spoke, the hand on Ukitake's back rubbing small circles to further calm him, the hacking coming to an end with a demure but inheritantly gross snort, as the white haired captain spit what remained in his mouth onto the ground, brusquely kicking sand over the mess to both hide his weakness and to cover up the disgusting nature of the illness itself.
He straightened up and took his cloth from his sleeve, wiping his mouth with it and tucking it back, a vague smile on his lips thanking the other shinigami without having to actually voice the words.

“It's all right. I know you're thankful.”

“He looked so forlorn, Shun. Did you see how he jumped when Ichimaru addressed him?”

“Hai, I did. I was trying to see through that, to see how the boy actually acted around him, but I think that was it. There's no friendly banter or conversation between them.”

“He's been harassed, or at least spoken to about something untoward. If not outright crude. I don't know how Ichimaru acts on a regular day and Sousuke's very loathe to even speak to us about him.”

Ukitake sighed and gave the sand another kick, adding more to his slowly disappearing pile, stepping over it and heading towards the central 46 building and the soutaichou's squad house. Kyouraku followed him, albeit without ceremony, knowing what his lover was about to do.

“You're going to Yama-jii about this, aren't you, Jyuu?”

“Of course, Shun. I know he'll at least listen to me. I want him to know that I suspect, or if you're with me on this, that we suspect something is going on between Sousuke, Ichimaru and Kira. Their divisions may be suffering because of this personal drama. I can't accept that possibility.”

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“You've got to be kidding, Gin.”

“I'm not. They cornered us outside and they left after I had to be curt with Izuru.”

In the sitting room of the fifth division's squad house, the three shinigami stood at odds, Aizen in his formal chair with Ichimaru and Kira in front of him, his hands curled in his lap as if the news wasn't even worth becoming agitated over.

“What did they accuse you of, exactly?”

“Nothin', really. Kyouraku-taichou gave Izuru those gifts but Ukitake-taichou was really quiet. He just kinda stood there and glared at me.”

“Then what's the problem? Your secrets are still secret and mine are the same.”

“But that's not the point, Sousuke!”

The silver haired shinigami was irritated that his personal affairs had even been brought up and the blond beside him was slowly becoming more of a nuisance than he had previously realized. He wanted him, sure, but he didn't want to go about it as his captain had been instructing him to, wanting to be more calm and romantic about it.

“Calm down. I'm certain that everything is fine.” He stood up and walked the short distance between himself and his subordinates, cupping his lover's chin and kissing him firmly, purposely doing it in front of the younger swordsman. “Is there something you want to show me now, Gin? I'm sure that Kira-kun is uncomfortable standing there with his laden arms and light blush.”

Said blush darkened as the boy looked away, embarrassed to bear witness to his sempai's activities without being formally asked to.

“N...no, I'm fine, Taichou.”

Aizen chuckled and patted the blond's head as he stepped away, settling himself back into the high backed, low armed chair, his legs somewhat parted and his face alight with a mischievous smile.

“He's practically shaking, Gin. Give him some reprieve if anything. He'll drop of a heart attack before we even begin to enjoy ourselves.”

“Hai, Sousuke.”

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The doors to Genryuusai's chambers had been barricaded by security but when the pair of guards had seen the eighth and thirteenth division captains approaching, they had backed down, bowing respectively and following the men inside in case something went askew during the meeting. They were used to the squad leaders arriving without notice but the tallest of the duo, a lanky man whom the soutaichou had complete faith in, disliked the way Ukitake had been frowning, his walk a more determined one, as opposed to the slow, elegant way he normally moved.

The squad's fukutaichou immediately came to greet them, bowing politely to the pair and walking before them to the eldest shinigami's formal meeting room, his slim form taking its place alongside the bearded captain to observe the proceedings.

Both Shunsui and Jyuushirou bowed deeply, a smile on the larger man's face while Ukitake could only scowl.

“While both of you honour me by being my most beloved captains, the fact that you have come here together, worries me. What has happened, Ukitake? Kyouraku?”

Addressed first as always, the ill taichou sat back on his heels as he moved to kneel, his haori fanning out behind him, catching Shunsui doing the same from the corner of his eye, the pink kimono large enough to be a blanket one could bury themselves in.

“I've come to you with concerns regarding Aizen Sousuke and his subordinates, Ichimaru Gin and Kira Izuru, Genryuusai-dono.”

“Concerns?”

Ukitake steeled himself, knowing that he would either be listened to, or cast off as being too suspicious.

“Yes, about their personal relationships with each other.” He cleared his throat a bit, trying to keep himself calm as he continued. “While you have been tolerant of the relationship Shunsui and I have engaged in, this is a situation that suggests both that type of idea, along with a distinct fact that Aizen, as well as Ichimaru to an extent, has been using his status within the Gotei 13 to corrupt his subordinates.”

The old man cleared his own throat, a rough sound that usually preceded a lengthy speech. He raised his eyebrows and looked from one man to the other, noticing Shunsui's smile and snorting softly.

“I have tolerated your relationship with Kyouraku because you are both like sons to me, but how does Aizen's situation differ? Is he forcing himself upon someone else? Has he corrupted anyone to a level that suggests traitorous deeds may happen against Soul Society?”

“We feel that Ichimaru-fukutaichou, while old enough to defend himself, is being corrupted at an alarming rate. Already, he's missing whole days of work-”

“Most of this week actually.” Shunsui interjected. “And he wasn't taken to the fourth division's hospital for injuries he recently sustained while in Aizen's private chambers.”

Ukitake turned to stare at the other captain, his eyes wide as he heard that the young vice captain had been injured by Sousuke, a fact he had denied thinking of but the fact that Kira had gone to get salves suggested that the elder shinigami had been hurting him, intentionally or otherwise.

“Before jumping to conclusions, is there any proof you can bring me to corroborate this story? I cannot simply accuse one of my captains of treachery or unlawful exercise without having evidence against him.”

“We'll look into it immediately, Genryuusai-dono. Please excuse the intrusion if we've bothered you in any way.”

The elderly shinigami shook his head and waved at his vice captain to lead them out, turning his back on Sasakibe as he bowed politely and moved the pair to the outer corridor, giving them a brisk goodbye and sending them on their way, the heavy chamber doors closed behind them. Shunsui sighed as if bored with the situation and it irritated Ukitake to the point where he whirled on the taller man, staring at him with an angry look.

“It was almost as if he were brushing us off, Shun! I know evidence is important, but if this were a case between a male captain and a female subordinate, things would be resolved immediately!”

“Maa, but it's not, Jyuu-chan. Come on, let's get something to eat. You look a bit more pale than usual and I know you didn't eat breakfast this morning.”

The white haired captain conceded with a tiny smile and started back towards his squad house, figuring that Kaien would have something to say about his being out all day, despite the fact that he was a grown man without the need for a nursemaid slash fukutaichou.

“That sounds good but afterwards, can we go back to the fifth division? I want to confront Sousuke directly about this. Even if we don't have the soutaichou's immediate support, I want to make sure those boys aren't being harmed any more than is necessary. They're members of the Gotei 13 after all, and I know things happen within the ranks of certain squads that are kept secret, but this is ridiculous.”

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The feral nature of the silver haired shinigami's smile frightened the blond but he was still in that state of mind where he didn't wholly fear the brilliant fukutaichou. He was afraid of their captain, that was obvious enough, and the compounding nature of his presence and Ichimaru's forward attitude made for a horrendous situation.

Gin took the packages from the boy and set them aside, keeping his back to his lover so the elder man could see the look on Kira's face as he touched him, his hands tugging the blond's obi off and lifting his kimono from his waistband, parting it and shoving it over his shoulders, right away ducking his head to lick at the revealed skin, the third seat's neck and chest respectively, preferring the warm pulse points.

Behind them, Aizen shifted in his seat, his depraved nature taking hold as he rubbed at his groin firmly, keeping himself in check as he wanted to watch the others pair for him for a change, choosing to keep his hands off of the pale fukutaichou in favour of watching him seduce the younger shinigami. A startled yelp came from the boy and Ichimaru grinned, purposely causing it again as he bit down on the warm nub of Kira's left nipple, his hands busy in their pursuits as they roamed over his lower body.

He was easy to manipulate as arousal slowly took over, his brow knitted as he bit his lip and pushed at Ichimaru's shoulders, not wanting the comforting touch but feeling as helpless as a child in its parents arms, the somewhat chilly hands making him gasp as they dipped into the back of his pants to grip his backside.

“Easy, Gin. He's obviously delicate. There's no need to be so rough.”

The eagerly smiling face turned to look over his shoulder, the twin crescents of Ichimaru's eyes conveying both happiness and sadness to the voyeuristic captain, a sight Aizen found most arousing.

“Maa, but I'm bein' nice, Sousuke. I'm not hurtin' him at all.”

It wasn't easy for Ichimaru to keep up his facade but he tried very hard, wanting to please his lover and secretly enjoy the blond, wanting him on a personal level but not as Aizen had intended. He would make a beautiful fukutaichou, of that there was no doubt, but to Gin, devotion and love came with being kind and gentle with his belongings, not reckless and cruel as his own captain suggested. To be told to be careful with Kira confused him. Hadn't Sousuke wanted him to be rough and tumble with him? To make the boy see just who was boss and that disobeying him would lead to certain doom?

“Well, if he's going to make noises like that, maybe you should be a little bit harder on him.”

Ah, there it is. That domineering nature Ichimaru had come to both fear and desire.

“'Course, Sousuke. Whatever ya want.”

A visible shiver ran the length of Kira's back and he pushed a little bit more firmly on the elder man's shoulders, not trying very hard to get him away but certainly showing some resistance, his eyes widening as the bespectacled leader ordered more sadistic treatment. Ichimaru immediately dropped to his knees and pulled Izuru's hakama down with him, the boy's fundoshi revealing a somewhat interested arousal and he chuckled as he mouthed over the light material, licking at his treat and wetting the cloth thoroughly.
Satisfied with how he had teased the boy, Gin tugged the underwear out of the way and took the entirety of Kira's cock into his mouth, burying his nose in the sparse golden curls at the base of the long but slim member. He moaned but was drowned out by the blond's shout of surprise, Aizen's own groan telling him that he was uncomfortably aroused and was denying himself the pleasure of touching his own manhood.

Though the smile on Aizen's face, and the loud bout of laughter he broke into, made Ichimaru feel incredibly good, especially when Kira lifted his arms and carded his fingers through the fukutaichou's silvery locks, the ultimate sign that he had broken the blond and had gained himself a pliable, willing toy.

The third seat's hips bucked slightly, not enough to choke the elder man but enough to suggest that he was truly enjoying himself, his fingers warm on Ichimaru's scalp as they massaged gently. His eyes had been closed since the vice captain fell to his knees and he opened them to look at the brunet taichou, a hissing moan coming from the elder man as he locked gazes with the blond, an erection obvious through his pants.
A light blush crept over the bridge of Kira's nose and he tore his eyes away long enough to cry out as he released suddenly, his knees giving out but luckily, he was being held up by Gin's arms around his hips. The slim fukutaichou crept back to his feet and licked his lips, lowering the boy to the floor where he sat on his backside and breathed deeply, quickly walking to his lover and kissing him hard, allowing him a taste of the third seat through a throaty purr.

Aizen turned his vice captain to see the damage he had done, the blond's exposed skin glistening with sweat while he busily tucked everything back to an almost proper state, standing back up and tying his belt with practiced precision.

“See how beautiful he is, Gin? And he's all yours now.”

“Sousuke?”

“Go on. Take him to your quarters and let him get comfortable. I have a feeling that we're not going to be alone for very long.”

“Hai!” The fukutaichou chirruped. “Ya wanna come with me, Izuru? Maybe have a little snooze?”

He hopped off of the elder man's lap and took the blond by the arm, not dragging him but having to scoop him up as fatigue took the boy over, carrying him out of the sitting room and into the main corridor like a groom carrying his bride over the threshold.

“I can feel your reiatsu, Ukitake. Are you on your way here with that suspicious and angered aura? You, who've been in love with your fukutaichou ever since you first laid eyes on him? You couldn't have him could you? Your consolation prize, your dear friend Kyouraku, fills the void, doesn't he? Who are you to berate me for my actions?”

He chuckled menacingly and rested his chin on an upturned hand, waiting patiently for the inevitable confrontation.

“'Pride go'eth before the fall', or so the living world saying goes. Did you know that pride is a shackle, Ukitake? Eventually, it'll restrain you with a rusty lock that can't be broken open. Only failure and worthlessness await you then.”