Breaking In The Reins

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or any of its characters.

Warnings: Non-con, yaoi, language, angst, mind fuckage, Ukitake angst. I'll say OOC Gin, but who knows, maybe he actually does some of these things in private.

Pairing(s): AizenGin, unresolved UkitakeKaien.

Notes: This will be the final chapter. I'd like to thank all of my reviewers and supporters for sticking by me during this crazy trip. Especially those who supported my odd pairings and even encouraged me to write more based upon them. I luff j00 all so much.

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“Can ya move it over there, Izuru?” The silver haired shinigami asked from his plush divan, the piece of furniture he specifically asked for when redecorating his new office. “Right there!”

He hopped to his feet and gave the small side table a little nudge, putting it just where he wanted it, turning to smile brightly at the blond. The boy returned it shyly and went back to bustling about with the various boxes and inventory containers the former captain had left behind. The other man had been a good captain to the squad but he left without complaint once the soutaichou had asked him to step down.

The ever present threat of a possible problem haunted Kira but instead of festering over it, he chose to serve his new captain to the best of his ability and perform his fukutaichou duties accordingly. The nightly visits the silver haired shinigami made to the division barracks caused him to take up residence in a private home but oddly enough, the rent was paid for by the division and nothing Kira did could get him an explanation. After the first argument, which had ended with both captain and vice captain asleep in the same bed, the fact was never brought up again.

Kira was happy to be able to serve his captain as the elder man commanded in relative privacy, which cut down his embarrassment quite a bit. Renji had taken to teasing him each time he saw the small bruises lining the blond's neck and collarbone. Izuru could do naught but blush and stammer an excuse.
It was still taboo after all, for him to be engaging sexually with his captain. He was sure it was still wrong in everyone's eyes but after being taught it and seeing his former captain doing it to Gin, he could only assume that it was somewhat normal behaviour.

Ichimaru was happy to visit his fukutaichou as often as he pleased and wallowed in the job of marking the boy, thrilled when the marks were seen, admired and commented upon.

Though he loathed the fact that his lover's brash friend assumed it was a *woman* doing all the marking.

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Unnerved by the fact that his utmost desire, to love and be loved in return by his young vice captain, had been spoken of so badly, Ukitake frowned in the darkness of his bedroom, the heavy blinds drawn tightly to shut out the bright midday sun. His head ached from a vicious migraine and despite the tea he had consumed and the warmth of his bed, he couldn't shake it.

A knock at his door shook him from the broody reverie he had placed himself into, dark chocolate eyes lifting just enough to peer at the wooden object as if it were an enemy and not just an innate object.

“Come in.” He spoke softly, following it with a heavy cough that ached his head terribly.

The bright face of Jyuushirou's fukutaichou appeared in the doorway and stepping to the window, the man swiped the curtains out of the way, filling the room with irritatingly bright sunshine. He turned around and continued to smile, his hands fidgeting with the hilt of his zanpakutou.

“What is it, Kaien? Do you have something to say or did you only come here to increase the tempo of my headache?”

“Are ya okay, Taichou? Besides the headache, I mean.”

Ukitake blinked, still amazed by how empathic his vice captain seemed to be. Like the vigilant fourth and fifth seats in his division, Kaien always seemed to know when something was wrong. Tossing his hair a bit to settle it back over his shoulders, Jyuushirou straightened his yukata and coughed lightly into his curled fist, the lack of blood making him feel slightly better.

“I'm fine, Kaien.”

“I don't mean health wise. How are ya dealin' with Ichimaru-taichou's stuff? I uh...heard ya talkin' to Kyouraku-taichou about it this mornin'.”

A deep seated sigh issued from the aged shinigami and he sat down on one of his plush chairs carefully, crossing his legs demurely and smiling as the other moved to kneel at his feet, close enough to touch but distant enough to be proper.

“I'm glad that Ichimaru is away from Sousuke, Kaien. The corruption should cease now. Shunsui agrees with me but he's promised to watch over Kira as much as he can. I'm more worried for him now, because he's at the low end of the spectrum. As my concern had been for Ichimaru, during his time as fukutaichou.”

“And what about Kira now though? I've been kinda worried about him since I heard what was goin' on between him and his captain.”

“Kira-kun will be fine. Ichimaru will be a good captain and I'm sure that without Sousuke's instruction, he'll lead his division as he wishes and will lead the life he always wanted.”

The brave Shiba scratched at the back of his head and yawned out loud, a normal reaction from him when he deemed any of his captain's news too boring to put up with. Ukitake clucked his tongue and was rewarded by a naughty little wink, followed by a face full of black uniform as Kaien got to his feet, padded over and cuddled the elder man into a tight hug.

“You're too sweet, Taichou. Ya believe in people more than ya should, but I guess it's all right. 'Long as no one's bein' hurt anymore.”

“I think we've seen the end of these problems, Kaien. Don't worry.”

Bowing slightly, the firebrand fukutaichou turned and made as if to leave, ignoring the pulled curtains and rapping twice on the door jamb, a habit brought on by countless generations teaching their offspring about childish superstitions.

“I hope so. I saw Kira in the gardens yesterday and he sure looked happy. He was smilin' and carryin' on with those friends of his.”

“Hinamori-kun and Abarai-kun?”

“Yeah, that's them. I didn't see any marks on him, though the red haired guy sure had a lot of cuts and bruises.”

“Abarai-kun was recently transferred to the eleventh squad and Hinamori-kun is up for the position of fifth squad fukutaichou.”

“Serious? Betcha he's bein' messed up by Zaraki-taichou.” Kaien said incredulously. “And Aizen-taichou's gonna replace Ichimaru-taichou that fast?”

“It seems that way. Though I doubt Ichimaru knows about it yet. It's not exactly common knowledge.”

Ukitake gave his subordinate a pointed look and saluting, the younger man nodded, grinning from ear to ear as he turned and disappeared out the door, eager to get on with his day and sensing that the end of their conversation was imminent.

“I getcha, Taichou! I'll keep it a secret if that's what it's supposed to be!”

The ill captain rolled his eyes and returned to his horizontal position, turning onto his side to avoid the shaft of light that brushed over his body, the specks of dust in the room dancing in the spotlight as prettily as flakes of gold in an expensive bottle of sake.

“It'll never stay a secret as long as you speak that loudly, Kaien. Some days I wonder why I bother...”

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A week later, a week without any incidents to speak of, Gin found himself walking in the deserted streets of Seireitei, wandering the walled paths with a bright grin on his face and his arms tucked into his sleeves. He had long since gotten used to walking with his eyes closed and he missed every obstruction that he came upon, as if using a sixth sense only he had knowledge of. The fifth corner he had taken, by his account and Ichimaru had never been very good with his maths, brought him face to face with his former captain, the bespectacled brunet glaring dangerously, using his superior height as a weapon against the shorter shinigami.

The silver haired swordsman backed up a few paces and as if nothing had happened, continued on around the larger man, treating him as an obstacle still but leaking a noticeable amount of frightened reiatsu. The dirt behind him was scuffed as Aizen turned, speaking loud enough to be heard but keeping his voice low enough so that it wouldn't carry on the breeze.

“How dare you turn away from me, Ginyanote.” He hissed. “Don't forget how much I've done for you over the years. You have no right to shun me as if I'm simply a piece of garbage beneath your feet.”

Gin stopped and turned to peer over his shoulder, his arms falling to his sides, revealing shaking hands that just poked out of the long sleeves. His eyebrows were furrowed and his smile had faded, showing just how upset he was over the sudden situation.

“I'm not shunnin' ya, Sousuke.”

“Lies.”

“I'm not lyin'!” He cried out. “I'm not supposed to talk to ya personally anymore. Least not when we're alone.”

The elder man moved quickly and had Gin around the throat before he could react, breathing heavily against the back of his head while his hands held the slimmer form tightly. Ichimaru whimpered from the forceful grasp and tried to struggle, too defiant to ask to be let go. It was the fight Aizen wanted and he moaned openly, immediately moving into flash step and reappearing in his private squad chambers, a hand clamped over Gin's mouth while the other sought out the thick rope he kept in one of his many drawers.

Ichimaru forgot to keep his eyes closed for a moment and red orbs caught sight of the light but infinitely durable rope, an item he knew all too well from his early days under Aizen's tutelage. He looked away and shut out the light with tightly clenched eyes, his breath coming fast as his chest heaved from the force of it. The pillows under his head smelled of the elder shinigami and he blushed slightly as his cock twitched with sudden unwanted desire.

“You know what's in store for you, don't you, Gin? I've told you numerous times how much I loathe betrayal.”

“But, Sou-”

“Quiet! Now, undress and hold your arms out in front of you.”

The smaller form obeyed without question and through a light sob, shifted his hands before himself and held the wrists together after disrobing and held his breath as the ligature was tightened enough to make his fingers tingle. He felt Aizen's weight leave the bed and clothes fell to the floor in soft swishes, a warm set of hands taking him by the ankles and parting his legs, exposing him.

“You've gained a little bit of weight, I see. It looks good on you.”

He punctuated his sentence with a sharp smack to Ichimaru's thighs, giving each one its turn and noticing how the skin barely changed colour from its normal pale hue. The shaking form barely moved as he was slapped, as if he had become used to it at some point in time.

Chuckling, the brunet swordsman let Gin's legs go and climbed up onto the high pallet, parting the warm thighs with his knees and lowering down onto his hands, the wide palms flat against the covers on either side of Ichimaru's head, successfully keeping the other's arms above him as well. Feeling the press of his lover's reiatsu, Gin cowered even more, burying his face in the soft pillows, suddenly arrested from his endeavor by a harsh hand gripping his hair and tugging his head back into a forward facing position, his fingers itching to slap the man away but he knew it would be a worthless effort.

“You won't hide from me ever again, Gin. I won't allow it.” His voice was barely a whisper now but it retained its deep tone, more of a threatening growl than a true whisper.

“I wasn't hidin', Sousuke...”

“Then what were you doing?”

The larger shinigami grunted deeply as he ground his groin against Ichimaru's, purposely writhing against him to both arouse and humiliate him. The third captain gave a single whimper and caught himself doing it, barely sucking the sound back into himself before he arched sharply and dug his fingernails into the pillows, tearing the soft material and grimacing in agony.

Aizen grinned down at his pained toy and shifted his hips, savouring Gin's stressed inhalations. Delightful, he though. Utterly delightful. Not a sound like it in the world.

“Does Kira-kun whimper like this when you take him, Gin? Does he grip you as tightly or arouse you beyond your peak as quickly?”

As if the very notion of raping his former vice captain was his source of excitement, the elder man gritted his teeth and began to fuck Ichimaru violently, leaning down enough to nuzzle at the pale swordsman's bared throat, sharp bites leaving marks that would bruise quickly and fade slowly.

When the devious captain finally released, stroking himself and smattering the other's chest and belly with the warm cream, he laughed. It was a deep chuckle at first but it became more of a sinister sound by the time Gin had rolled onto his side to open his eyes for a moment, staring at the fluffed pillows.

“You may run your division as you see fit and your men may see you as a leader, but to me, Gin, you're only a toy. I could kill you as easily as I fuck you. Do you know why I haven't yet?”

The quietly sobbing shinigami sniffled and silenced himself, wiping his eyes with the backs of his still-bound hands. His back was to the other nude form, the scent of sex and the heated press of strong reiatsu filling the air.

“...no.”

“Because I need you. I've got future plans that involve you.”

Ichimaru lifted his head and stared at the elder man, his eyes slitted open just the slightest bit, giving him a vaguely curious look, recovered from his previous shock because of the demand Aizen forced upon him so often. To lie and allow yourself to brood was useless. To sit up and accept your fate was the move of a noble man.

“Plans, Sousuke? What're ya plannin'?”

Gin cringed when Aizen approached him, his hands held up before him to ward off any sudden attack as much as he could. He clamped his eyes shut as he prepared for a blow to the face, blinking owlishly when he recei9ved a light kiss on the cheek and whispered words in his ear, his resolve melting again over the elder taichou's sudden loving demeanor.

“Absolution. Vindication. Exoneration. They all mean the same thing.”

He smiled at the other's somewhat confused face and cupped the delicate jaw in both hands, rubbing his thumbs over the man's warm cheeks.

“Freedom from Soul Society, Ginyanote. It won't be long now.”