Highly Unlikely

Title: Highly Unlikely

Author: Kokuchou Kayou Studios (R. Brightside and BrucesGirl)

Pairing: Ichimaru Gin/Hitsugaya Toshirou


“MATSUMOTO!!!!!!”

The scream erupted throughout Soul Society as Hitsugaya Toshirou entered his office and found it littered with sake bottles from Matsutmoto’s latest ‘all nighter’ with Kira Izuru. She only twitched, and he sighed in frustration and left the office, his white robe flowing after him, only hindered by the large Zanpaktou strapped to his back, too long to strap to his slender waist.

The boy prodigy was something of a stoic role model for anyone, his large, green eyes reflecting the light not unlike the Kuchiki heir steel blue depths. He grumbled to himself as he sat down on a bench in the Captain’s courtyard, a tiny, slender hand running through the white spikes. Now, not only did his office look like a pig lived under his desk, but also, he had a mountain of paperwork, taller than him on his desk. Double damn.

Ichimaru Gin had been minding his own business as he heard Toshirou's pubescent roar all the way from his own office, where he had been busily stamping and signing his paperwork, as he'd given his little Izuru a day off. He deserved it, after all - he'd been working very hard for him, day and night, in and out of the office, for weeks, and he was much too tired.

Although, judging by the 10th Captain's screech, Rangiku had been at the sake again, which meant that his fukutaicho had been dragged into it all somehow. He strolled into the courtyard, at which point he spotted the young prodigy, and he grinned widely, having known to keep his Riatsu curled tightly around him.

Silently, he moved behind Hitsugaya, and wrapped a slender hand around the young captain's face, covering his mouth and giggling gently before whispering deadly soft into his ear: "Boo."

Hitsugaya stiffened, but immediately recognizing the soft, feminine scent of his rival, he flexed slightly, and then rolled his eyes as he shoved the hand away from his mouth. “I’m not in the mood.” He growled.

“Go get your fukutaicho out of my floor.” His green eyes flitted up to the sly, fox-like grin that spread over the other male’s face, not enjoying the way he was practically leering at him, and his voice was even annoying with that one small word.

“Go away.”

Toshirou stood and went to walk away, but a shiver went up his spine, and he chose not to turn his back on Ichimaru, and he turned to face him, his emerald eyes narrowing. “When you go get Kira-fukutaicho out of my office, do me a favor and keep your hands off of Matsumoto.” The youth sniffed haughtily and cross young arms across his chest. Even as old as he was, Toshirou still acted like a child.

Gin couldn't keep the giggles contained, even as he tried to pout, failing quite miserably, having to bite his finger to stifle his snickers. He used his other hand to ruffle Toshirou's hair, flattening it in the one way he knew the child prodigy hated, so that it covered his emerald green eyes and stopped him from seeing clearly. "Mou, mou, Toshirou-chan... Still as kiddy as a'ways, ne?"

He bent over to peer into Hitsugaya's face, still giggling helplessly. "Ne, ne... Iss'a wonder ya know alla this adult stuff, Hitsugaya-taicho. Or has Rangiku bin teachin' ya how ta use tha' tongue in yore mout', 'n allabout whatcher dick is for, too. 'R, is it too tinsy to see yet, huh?"

If Hitsugaya would have been a kitten, he would have fluffed and hissed at Gin for insulting him with such notions. “First of all,” he growled, “You can call me Hitsugaya-taicho.” He stepped back and slapped the hand away from him, running his hands through his hair and making it stand up correctly again before crossing his arms over his slight chest.

“Second of all,” he warned, “If you ever talk about Matsumoto in a disrespectful way again, I’ll cut your tongue out and hang in the tallest rafter of the tower for the bats to eat.” His green eyes narrowed, and a hand reached back to lay on Hyorinmaru’s hilt, his fingers just twitching to pull his Zanpaktou out. “And third, if you ever insult me again, I’ll kill you.”

Gin's face fell stoic for only a few moments, eyes opening a crack before his grin broke out again, eyes closing until they were simple slits. "Maa, maa, kuroneko. Such big claws." His giggles spilled out of his mouth once again, his shoulders shaking gently. "...Demo," Gin's grin widened further, eyes opening slightly so that Hitsugaya could see a glimmer of red behind his dye-darkened eyelashes.

"D'you know ha' ta dig 'em in, huh?" Before Hitsugaya could make another move, Gin had grabbed both his hands and held them above his head to the extent that the young captain had to stand on his toes. He greeted the scowl with a wider grin, using one hand to hold him in place and then the other to run a finger teasingly along Toshirou's jawline, still childlike and hardly masculine at all. "I din' t'ink so."

That speed. Toshirou had forgotten that Ichimaru was capable of that kind of movement, and he found himself restrained, his green eyes flashing in ferocity at the sheer impudence of the older captain. At first, he wanted to struggle, but his own physical strength would be nothing in caparison to Gin’s.

He opened his mouth to spit out another insult, but those long, lithe fingers of his rival did the most annoying, most unusual, most arousing thing he could imagine, and they smoothed across the prodigy’s jaw line, making his growl and mewl at the same time, an odd sound coming from the voice of a teenager like Toshirou.

He strained against the hands that held him and he glared up at Gin. “Let. Me. Go.” His Reiatsu shivered around them. There was no doubt about it. Hitsugaya was pissed.

"Ain' the kitty gonna struggle? Yore hissin' at me, yore fur all fluffy like that - ain' much use if ya don' put up no fight." Gin knew that Toshirou would struggle if he pushed him too far - which he had no intentions of doing until he was more relaxed at least.

His hand wove into Hitstugaya's hair, and he gave a gentle yank on it, pulling his face upwards towards his. "Ya jus' need ta age a bit, an' then you'll be a little wildcat, won'cha?" Teasingly, his face lowered much too close to Toshirou's face, their lips close enough to touch, and when they finally did, it was a mere brush as Gin spoke. "Hmm, Shiro-chan? Watch'a gonna do? No claws - ya've only got them teeth left, ne?"

The pull on his hair made the child prodigy growl in rage, and his energy shivered around him in equal anger, but he kept it fairly contained, not wanting anyone to find him in this compromising situation.

His eyes were wide and shocked as Gin leaned down, and in the back of his mind, Hitsugaya made the note that Ichimaru actually smelled good, something of a mix between rain and candy which was something the little ice prince would never turn down.

Those lips brushed against him, and he struggled wildly against the hold, a furious cry of frustration escaping his lips, but he still didn’t say a word as he tried to snap at those soft, sweet lips that had teased his, only getting a mouthful of air. When he got out of this, Gin was so dead.

Gin seemed enchanted by this, leaning in only to get snapped at by those vicious little teeth. "Hou, kuroneko... such a vicious liddle kitten already." He chuckled softly, his sugar-sweet breath ghosting across Toshirou's face. After all, he liked sweet things, often delving into his stash in the office, and today he had chosen a variety of pocky, dark and milk chocolate lingering in the air he exhaled into.

He pulled his fingers out of Hitsugaya's hair, instead cupping his cheek and running his thumbs along his jawline as the prodigy seemed to have enjoyed. "Mebbe I'd be a bi' more likely ta stop teasin' ya if ya'd try be a bit nicer?"

He let his thumb push up against Hitsugaya's lips, nudging them gently as if asking permission to delve inside. "C'mon. Lemme be the firs' ta teach ya how to use that tongue o' yores, ne?"

The white head nearly tipped into the soft hand that smoothed across his favorite place to be touched, and he nearly felt himself relax before he jerked himself back into reality, his lips tightening. Hitsugaya was not amused.

His teeth latched viciously onto that thumb at his lips, breaking the skin, and then, he spat it out at the taste of blood on his tongue, his emerald eyes flashing with unspoken rage. He was trembling, and he hated himself for it. He was hard as a goddamn rock, and he hated his body for it.

“I’d rather die.” He snarled at Ichimaru.“I’d rather die than let you teach me anything, much less how to use my tongue, teme.”

He struggled against, his hips bucking forward, and then… in the middle of his furious movements, there was sheer, unadulterated pleasure as his arousal brushed against Gin’s thigh. Damn it. “Let. Me. Go.” He repeated.

Gin snickered as Hitsugaya bit down on his thumb, pushing it back into his mouth with more force, wiping the blood away on the ice prince's tongue and ignoring the vicious teeth that bit into the base of the digit.

"C'mon now. Don'cha wanna get rid o' this first?" Gin's thigh stuck insistatly between Toshirou's legs, rubbing at the rock hard arousal. "I betcha'd rather die than know someone was watchin' us, huh?" His grin widened, and he leaned in closer, licking away the blood that the young captain was trying to spit out.

"Yare, yare... vicious liddle kitten." He giggled, his own arousal pressed against Hitsugaya's stomach. "'Can't be that bad, can it? I've been praised by my little Izuru for my skill."

He snarled bucked his lips to get away, and then, that thigh slid between his legs, and his movements abruptly stopped. There was no way that Gin would have known that Toshirou was alive except for the soft, boyish pants that were now against his neck as emerald eyes widened and stared up at him with a mixture of hatred and lust.

Hitsugaya had seen bruises on the pretty blonde on occasion, even deep gashes across his back in the bathhouses when the young officer didn’t think anyone was watching. Now, it all clicked into place, and the young teenager was furious.

He struggled against the hold, disgust welling in his chest at himself and most of all at this man who had taken advantage of so many of his friends. “Bastard!” But there was still that nagging pleasure. He was determined not to give in. No. He refused. “I’m going to kill you.” He hissed.

"'Course ya'are, kuroneko." Gin purred, his smile still present. "He likes it all, yanno." He murmured softly, his voice teasing and annoyingly so. "He begs me to do it even when I don't feel like it. Even when 'e ain' healed right." The thigh continued to move, his eyes opening until Hitsugaya could see the pink-red pigmentation of his eyes completely.

He looked almost truly happy rather than leering when his eyes weren't closed - well, should his grin not have been twisted by the memories of his precious Izuru begging for more pain, for him to fill him as much as he could, to give him as much as he could.

He asked for only loyalty in return - After all, he got his fair share of pain from Sousuke, and so he didn't need to get his fukutaicho to do it for him. "I'll be gentle wit' ya, neko-chan. I know's ya still gots some disgnity left."

Hitsugaya was still struggling, the cold garden wall pressing into his back viciously, the cool seeping through his captain’s robes and making him shiver, forcing him to press his small body against the larger one of his rival, just trying to get away from the cold…how ironic.

He growled as Ichimaru leered over what Kira-fukutaicho wanted, but that was soon drowned out by the sheer pleasure of being rubbed…coaxed…deceived into sweet, straining arousal.

The teenager slowly stopped struggling, and he slumped against Gin, his voice soft and exhausted, furious and yet resigned. “Don’t…” Then, the sweetest noise escaped his young lips, and he paused, shivering taking his body.

Hitsugaya Toshirou whimpered against Ichimaru’s neck, the noise soft and yielding. “Please stop…” He couldn’t help it when his hips rocked forward just a little. It felt too damn good.

Gin cradled Toshiro against his chest with one arm, whispering soft comforts into his ear as he held him away from the cold and continued to rub against him, wondering when it would be safe to let Toshirou's hands down. Possibly never - he knew the young prodigy would go for his throat as soon as he let his hands down.

So, he'd have to find a strip of fabric to tie his wrists together, but for now, this would have to do. "Poor liddle neko." He murmured softly, laying a gentle kiss against Hitsugaya's neck, and then on his jaw, waiting for the teenager to thrash out at him in fury. "Trapped, ain' ya? But don't i' feel good to relax?" He purred, tongue rolling over Hitsugaya's sensitive jaw. "Don' i' feel good to submit?"

Hitsugaya whined. It was a soft sound, childish and full of frustration and annoyance. Damn him. He felt his head tilt to the side, giving Ichimaru access to his neck, all the while, his emerald eyes glared daggers at the man, wishing his death with everything that he was. “F-Fuck you!”

The foul language slipped from the teenager’s mouth in its crudest form, meant to insult, but it was breathy and soft, not at all how the white haired captain had meant it. His fingers curled against the hand holding his arms above his head, and not realizing the incredibly sexual picture it made, he rolled his hips forward, arching his back and straining against that blasted hand. “Let me go!” His voice now held a tinge of fear to it. It felt so good and it was so disgusting. “Please…someone could see…”

Gin snickered softly, balancing Hitsugaya against the wall briefly before he let his arms down, holding him tight to his chest and continuing his insistent rubbing, turning them so that he lay on the wall instead. “Maa, maa, kuroneko…”

He tilted Toshirou’s head back so that he could see him properly, and leant in, the young captain balancing precariously on his knee as he did so, supported only by the fox-like captain’s thin arms. “Wanna go s’mewhere more private, hmm?”

He smiled broadly as if to tease Toshirou, but when he lips pressed gently but insistently to the younger captain’s lips, it seemed hardly a tease – it was more undeniably sexual than the rubbing of Gin’s thigh.

Hitsugaya shivered. Again. Those lips were against his, and even while he devised many different ways to slowly torture and kill Ichimaru, his lips parted, and his young, delicate, inexperienced tongue met Gin’s in an almost timid fashion, shocked at how good it actually felt, rather than disgusting and slimy.

Toshirou gasped softly into that kiss, his fingers tangling in his own captain’s robe as he fought submission, his emerald eyes fighting to stay open and glaring. But that damn kiss was so intense that it was making him harder, making him whimper into it every time he rubbed against Ichimaru-teme’s leg.

“Damn Foxface…” He growled into the kiss. “Get me the hell out of here before I kill you.” Hitsugaya snapped. “If someone sees this, I’ll slit your throat.”

Gin pulled back slowly, his tongue teasing Toshirou lips gently as a single flash step took him to his office, and with little difficulty opened the door and closed it behind them, holding the young Captain with one arm quite easily.

He was glad for the soft fire that he kept alight always in the corner, because then perhaps Hitsugaya may not complain about his predicament so much. He pushed the white-haired teenager against the wall gently, and delved in for another kiss, the virginal tongue that pressed against his gently so much more arousing than Izuru's eager, much more skilled tongue.

He slipped Toshirou robes off one shoulder, running his hand over the wonderfully smooth, unscarred chest, and he couldn't help but compare it to Izuru's battle and bed scars. If only his face weren't so young, so that his morals wouldn't be screaming at him. Ah, well, that was for later.

It was when Toshirou was finally standing on the floor that he realized his predicament. Ichimaru was easily twice his size, not bulky, but taller…older. He suddenly felt like a child next to the skill and the touches that were smoothing down his shivering, slight chest. Even for a child, his muscles for nicely defined but not adult.

He whispered an insult as gin rubbed his hand over a pale nipple, making the little white haired captain gasp and writhe slightly, his hands pressing against the wall behind him. Hitsugaya’s emerald eyes flitted up to the rare occasion of seeing the red depths of the other captain’s eyes, and he gave pause.

When Ichimaru’s eyes were open, he wasn’t smiling, and shockingly enough, he was rather beautiful. “Just get it over with.” He growled. “I’ve got work to do at the office.”

Gin snickered gently, moving away from Toshirou to his desk, ignoring the candy he'd hidden in the stationary drawer to grasp for the tub of oil that he saved for office trysts such as these. "Maa, maa... P'r'aps ya shoul'n' trus' Matsumoto as much as ya do wit' yer office, Shironeko. O'herwise ya won' 'ave met me in th' cour'yard, ne?"

He brandished the oil briefly before setting it on the floor as he knelt, pulling away all of Toshirou robes until he was left naked infront of him. "Hou... I was wrong. You can see it." His fingers ran teasingly over the leaking member, licking the salty taste of precum from his fingertips. "Las' chance, Shironeko. D'ya wanna leave?"

The white haired boy shivered as his clothes were peeled from him and his eyes finally drifted closed, too embarrassed to admit that for some reason, the idea of Gin’s crimson eyes licking over his body suggestively made him even harder.

Damn teenage hormones. Hitsugaya’s eyes snapped open at the touch to his arousal, and he bucked up into it involuntarily, a soft, high pitched whine escaping his throat. “Where the hell am I going to go while I’m naked, Foxface?” He snapped.

Even when he snapped, there was a waver in his voice. His young, lithe, pale fingers curled against the wall behind him, and he shivered as Ichimaru looked into his eyes, and he met the crimson depths, struck again by how beautiful he was when he wasn’t trying to avoid any gazes. Like that, he didn’t look like a fox. “Just get it over with.” He whispered. “I don’t really want to be here.”

"'S true, I s'pose." Gin replied, dipping his fingers into the oil and gently pressing at Hitsugaya's opening with a single digit, before worming it's way inside, a brief expression of shock on his face at the sheer tightness of Toshirou’s sides.

He lay his cheek against the young captain's flat belly, his tongue toying gently with his navel, nipping the skin there gently, only enough to leave tiny pink marks, and no-one would see them, so the young captain was relatively safe from punishing gazes and rumors.

His finger found the little spot inside the teen, and rubbed gently at it, and had to hiss as Toshirou clamped his muscles tight around him in the throes of pleasure. "Maa, maa, neko... relax." He murmured softly, his other hand resting against Hitsugaya's thigh.

Hitsugaya struggled at first, trying to get away, and then, that finger squirmed its way inside of him, and all of his movement stopped. His entire body was shivering, convulsing nearly, and his breath was coming harsh, shocked pants. “W-what the hell are you doing?” He gasped softly and flushed as that finger started to move, and little nips brought up barely noticeable welts on his pale, silken stomach, making his muscles shiver and ripple.

When that finger touched something deep inside of him that made his lower stomach tighten and his vision go white, Toshirou cried out in pleasure, his thighs spreading ever so slightly in sudden trust of the pleasure promised to him. “S-stop…” He whimpered. “G-Gin… Stop…” There was no conviction in that voice. It was so good.

Gin made a series of soothing noises, leaning upwards to kiss Toshirou and entangling his tongue with the inexperienced, virginal muscle in the younger captain's mouth, feeling particularly pleased as the muscles began to relax, allowing him to pull back the first digit and worm in a second, burying them both as deep as they could go, and then moving them back and forth slowly, making sure to brush against the tiny bundle of nerves inside him.

He made sure that Hitsugaya didn't back away from the kiss, enticing him constantly so that he didn't make as much noise as he would have done. He made muffled, pleased noises as Toshirou finally relaxed completely, and he made a small note to give the captain some candy before he left. After all, he deserved it, for being such a good boy.

Hitsugaya’s long fingers rose, and they curled against his palms as if though he didn’t know what to do with them, and then, they buried into thin, impossibly silken silvery hair, and they gripped there, soft whimpers escaping his throat. Toshirou’s face contorted in mild pain as a second digit was added to the mix, making him nearly howl out in pain edged pleasure as those two, long fingers collided with that place inside of him that he hadn’t even known existed.

Those lips on his were insistent, and he fell into the touches, nearly howling in pleasure as the combination of the heady, skilled kiss and the fingers inside of him caused his lower stomach to tighten nearly painfully. What the hell was happening to him.

“Please…don’t…” He pressed his hips down into those devilish fingers, and his hands gripped Gin’s hair again.

“…don’t stop…”

"I don' plan ta, Toshirou-kun." Gin murmured softly, gently wiggling the fingers around inside of Hitsugaya before he began to shed his clothes with his one free hand, his robes hanging off his shoulder precariously, and his chest exposed.

The sight was close to horrific, covered in deep scars and ruts, with bite-marks littering his skin, in some cases small chunks of flesh missing. It was worse than anything he ever dared give Izuru - the poor thing had a delicate mind, he didn't want to shatter it.

He looked up at Toshirou, his eyes gentle as he added the third finger, careful to once again press at the little spot inside the young captain. Perhaps Hitsugaya wouldn't be disgusted by him - perhaps he'd seen worse. But perhaps there was nothing worse than this sight.

The boy was shocked more than anything. Not repulsed. His emerald eyes widened, and Toshirou’s lithe hands stretched out and brushed across the scars, his wide, brilliant eyes darkening as he realized the cause of the scars. It clicked into place again.

“My god…” He whispered. Those fingers brushed inside of him again, and he whimpered out as a third was added, his body stretched as far as it would go without nearly tearing.

The emerald eyes lit with something akin to pity as the puzzle pieces of Gin’s past fell into place, and he brushed his long fingers out over those scars and tugged slowly at the robes hanging off of slender shoulders, pulling the man forward again into a kiss as his body was violated and stretched.

He wanted…wanted something…and he didn’t know what it was… “What are you doing…” He whispered against Gin’s lips. “It hurts…”

Gin stroked Hitsugaya's face gently, his kisses soft and lingering. "Jus' relax." The fox-like captain lifted Hitsugaya off the floor and against his chest, picking up the tub of oil and moving towards his chair, sitting down and placing Toshirou’s legs either side of his (his thighs were so slender there was enough space on the chair) and resumed their kiss.

His tongue was more insistent as he placed the oil on the table and wriggled out of his hakama, exposing his whole, scarred body to Toshirou, scratch marks on his thighs, rips in the skin from deep-digging blunt nails, and a vicious, deep bite mark just above his erection, the skin raised from being dug underneath.

But what was more disturbing, it was far too fresh to be from a past experience. His slender body shifted slightly, his erection thin and long against his stomach, weeping precum slowly. Gin wrapped oil-covered fingers around it, his slowness a habit. "V'ry las' chance, Toshirou-kun. Af'er this, I won' be stoppin'."

The teenager pieced together what was about to happen, and yet, he was no longer afraid. He was still slightly disgusted with Gin, but more than that, there was pity. An amount of sorrow that this man would have been something different if it hadn’t been the scars across his beautiful, lithe body.

Hitsugaya wrapped his arms around Gin’s neck and his body rose, presenting itself artistically, young arms and barely formed muscles straining as he held himself up over Gin’s lap for an offering. “I could have killed you by now.” He whispered. The fact that Hyorinmaru was nicely buried underneath all his clothes indicated he’d stopped wanting to kill Gin a long time ago. “…Why are you stopping?” He whispered.

"Jus' givin' ya a chance ta think." Gin placed his hands on Toshirou’s hips, and positioned him carefully, sticking to the promise he had made earlier to the young captain - he wouldn't hurt him. He slowly, gently, lowered Hitsugaya onto his erection, having to hiss gently as he was engulfed in tight, virginal heat.

He settled Toshirou, holding him close to his chest and whispered soothingly into his ear. He wasn't as monstrous as the young captain believed he was - that's what he wanted to prove. There were certainly more disgusting people than himself in Soul Society, but he couldn't say that. Aizen would surely kill him for it.

It didn’t hurt. Hitsugaya was prepared for wrenching pain, but there was none. It was only a sheer pleasure as Gin slid inside of him and brushed against that sweet bundle of nerves, leaving him feeling so full that he could have cried from completion. His long, thin arms wrapped around the older man’s neck, and his boyish, soft voice whimpered as he felt himself moved, slid down, and then moved again, making his back arch and his eyes flutter closed.

It was so good. So damn good! On his own, his hips gyrated slowly, his virgin body learning ways to show affection that he’d never known before. His fingers curled into Gin’s shoulders, and he looked down at his own, small, weeping erection, and he blinked. It hurt. He was so damn hard that it hurt, and he didn’t know how to make it go away…. “Itai…” He said softly. “Make it stop…”

Gin murmured soothingly into Toshirou’s hair, one hand wrapping around the weeping erection against their stomachs and the other supporting him as he rose and fell easily. "Shush now, Toshirou-kun." At one particularly harsh squeeze of the young captain's inner muscles, Gin let loose a low moan, unable to help the thrust upwards into the tight insides.

"Don' worry, it'll go soon." He purred softly, running his tongue along Toshirou’s jaw line. "Promise." He smiled gently, eyes open as he rocked his hips upwards to meet Hitsugaya's rising and falling. Soft whispers of Toshirou’s name filled the air as Gin let himself loose from the sadistic monstrosity as he hardly ever did. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he hadn't.

His voice was high. Taunting. Nearly insincere, but Toshirou couldn’t look away from that hand between them, a soft cry of pleasure escaping his throat. He’d never felt…heard...seen anything as arousing or as erotic as those long, pale fingers wrapped around his erection. His hips continued to rise and fall, quicker, harder, trying to get the stimulation on that precious spot inside of him.

Hitsugaya’s pale skin broke out into a sheen of sweat, his enire body shivering from exertions he didn’t know he’d made. “G-Gin…” The name came off of his lips softly, in a childish whimper that increased in pitch and loudness. “M-More…” He wanted more. Didn’t know if there was more than this, but he knew he wanted it. His slender fingers reached up into the silken locks and his lips sought forward for a kiss as the coil inside of him started to tighten unbearably.

“There’s…something…wrong…” He suddenly screamed out, high enough…shocked enough that possibly all the offices around heard him, and they would know that it was not Kira screaming today. His tiny body splashed out watery, clear seed, bragging his age and experience even in his climax. “GIN!”

The fox-like captain groaned low and clearly, barely audible compared to Toshirou's scream. He lifted Hitsugaya off him quickly, the friction enough to send him over the edge, his seed spattering over his desk and Toshirou's back. He sank back into his chair comfortably, licking the clear liquid off his hands.

"Weren' so bad, was i'?" Gin murmured softly, going into his drawer once again to pull out a white peice of cloth, wiping away his seed from Hitsugaya's back and from his desk before returning it, making a mental note to wash it. "I'll teach ya more if ya like." He teased gently, licking Toshirou's jaw softly.

"Come back any time, Hitsugaya-kun." His hand delved deeper into the drawer, and he came across a box of pocky - his last one, infact. "Share?" He held out the box, opening it easily. Strawberry - his favourite flavor.

Toshirou was silent as he backed away, his green eyes wide and shocked. “Bastard.” He whispered. Slowly, almost as if he were comatose, he slid his clothes back on and strapped the comforting weight of his Zanpaktou back to his chest.

He didn’t even look behind him as he exited the office and left Gin naked there, and he ignored the stares of others as he strode down the decks, headed to his own office, his eyes darkened in fury. All of Soul Society heard his roar of ferocity as he slammed open the door.

He blinked. The sake bottles were cleaned up, and all the paperwork had been done and filed, and a note laid on his desk in Kira-fukutaicho’s tender handwriting. A warm bath helps. There was no one to be found in the office, so he sat down and gazed into the hearth, a small flame burning. And as much as he wanted to hate Gin, all he could do was pity him.