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Title: Fire and Ice

Author: Kokuchou Kayou Studios

Pairings: Kurosaki Ichigo/Kuchiki Byakuya, Others�As We See Fit!

Summary: Ichigo is called to replace Renji as Vice Captain temporarily. Sparks fly between Byakuya and Kurosaki, and they aren�t necessarily the nice sparks.

Warnings: Yaoi, UST, Angst

Disclaimer: We don�t own Bleach or Ichigo or Byakuya because we are not Kubo Tite. If we were guys, this wouldn�t be half as much fun.

Note: Hey guys, sorry it�s been so damn long. BG-sama moved and had to get set up on her net, and Brightside-chan�s been in Boston. But no worries. We�re back!

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Chapter Chapter 29: The Preparation and Reprimand

As soon as Ichigo arrived back in Seireitei, a very timid Hanatarou rushed over to him, and informed him of the meeting that had been called just minutes ago. What a warm welcome. He was at the gates just as Shuuhei entered the building, and he patted him on the back gently, giving him his silent sympathies.

His Riatsu had settled into an even pulse, no disruptions from the Hollow, who had sunk so far back into Ichigo�s mind he couldn�t even feel him any more. Even Zangetsu couldn�t find him.

But, as they stood in the line as was instructed, Ichigo was called forward, and he bowed low in front of Yamamoto-taicho-dono, wondering what on earth he had done this time. But, then again, perhaps it was good news, like it had been last time. He could feel the eyes of each captain and vice captain on his back, even feel the brooding Riatsu of his father as he stood at the end of the line.

Yamamoto�s squinted eyes rested on Ichigo with no uncertain amount of affection, and everyone seemed to visibly relax. The fire Zanpaktou was tapped on the floor, and everyone quieted abruptly from their murmurs as the old man offered a kind smile to Ichigo.

�You assume your duties with Hisagi-taicho today.� He gave Ichigo a robe, beautifully sewn on the back, sleeveless, black laces down the front inside of white, and he bowed slightly. �Please present this to your captain.� When the robe folded out, Shuuhei�s eyes widened. A captain�s robe for the 9th Division.

�Stop staring, boy.� Yamamoto growled severely. �Come get your robe and retrieve your Vice Captain.� Shuuhei approached Ichigo nervously, causing Yachiru to issue a giggle from Kenpachi�s shoulder.

Ichigo held the robe out to Shuuhei, and as he slipped on the captain's robe, the orange-haired Shinigami punched him lightly in the arm with a wide smile, congratulating him softly as they walked back to their position in the line of Shinigami. As the soft murmur died down, Yamamoto cleared his throat.

"As you all know, we were attacked by our three former Captains only a few days ago. We have gathered our information, and we have found that our former 12th Division Captain was working under Aizen, and was going to give him the Quincy that he held. And, as soon as Ishida Ryuken is healed, we will be using him to open our portal to Heuco Mundo. All squads will be dispatched, each one with an appointed 4th Division unit." He paused, giving room for argument, and let his eyes dart to the empty 3rd and 5th spaces. Poor children.

Meanwhile, Byakuya was suddenly enlightened by something he�d never noticed before. When Ichigo and Shuuhei mingled together, it was painfully intimate and aware. They apparently knew each other extremely well, and this was beyond what dealings they�d had in the real world when the Bountou had terrorized the humans.

No. Then, something Ichigo had said about his mysterious lover flashed through his mind, and Byakuya found himself scowling.

He doesn�t bottom.

Everyone in Soul Society knew that Hisagi-taicho didn�t bottom for anyone. Even Kaname Tousen who�d once been his captain and lover. It all began to fit together as Ichigo and Shuuhei interacted, their closeness setting off warning bells and flags like a Christmas tree inside of the heir�s mind, making his steel blue eyes flash in anger.

Ichigo and Shuuhei.

And Ichigo had bottomed.

There was no argument, but Byakuya and Shuuhei had locked eyes, and Kira gulped nervously. As they stared each other down, the meeting went on, the small intricacies of the operation going in one ear and out the other as they engaged in their own private battle, neither willing to look away.

It was then that Shunsui in his tender, gentle voice whispered in the Kuchiki�s ear. �You know, he won�t burn up no matter how furious you look.� Byakuya looked out of the corner of his eye at the captain, but Shunsui�s words stopped his glare at Shuuhei, and he waited until the end of the meeting respectfully, and then, as soon as it was over, he moved to leave, not issuing a second look at Ichigo and Shuuhei. Let him have his lover. Jealousy made him want to scatter Senbonzakura and cut Shuuhei to shreds.

Ichigo watched his lover storm away, and couldn't help but shrug, thinking that Byakuya was more angry with him than Shuuhei. He received a hefty pat on the back from his father as they turned to leave, but Yamamoto's voice carried through the hall, calling for them to see him as the last members left.

�In the absence of Kira-fukutaicho of the 3rd Division, and Hinamori-fukutaicho of the 5th Division, I ask you on behalf of the spoken Divisions to become the stand-in captains for the invasion of Hueco Mundo.�

Ichigo�s eyes widened, and he almost choked on his next words. �A-and what about the fukutaicho? Will we be assigned one, or-�

�My second request is that you talk to the Quincy about becoming the stand-in fukutaicho for your divisions. If they refuse to align themselves with us�then the 3rd seat shall be moved up. The Quincy are strong... strong enough to aid us considerably with this."

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Gin had found his time in Hueco Mundo very pleasant indeed. But, it seemed that Seireitei was planning to invade and end Aizen�s rule once and for all. It was a shame � he�d begun to enjoy the bleakness of it all. And since Tousen hadn�t followed them home, it was just himself and Aizen. With only cowering Arrancar to come between them. How perfect.

He strode into the main hall as he had been instructed, pleased to find Aizen sitting on his throne, quite alone. He smiled broadly, stepping towards the throne until he was just in front of his lover.

�Ya wan�ed ta see me, Aizen-sama?�

Aizen was bored as usual, his chocolate, calculating eyes resting on the usual point of bland interest on the wall before his regard turned to Ichimaru who stood in front of him. He was a beautiful creature, lithe, sly, and full of power even though he rarely showed it, and Aizen appreciated his cleverness.

�Yes, what news do you have from Kaname? We haven�t heard from him at all since the portal was closed.�

Truthfully, Aizen knew what had happened. Kaname was dead, although, he didn�t know by whose hand. Beautiful irony was that he could feel who had touched Tousen last, and as much as he hated to admit it, he was almost jealous of Hisagi-taicho. Everyone wanted to reach to Tousen, but the only one that ever touched him was a street mongrel Tousen had rescued from the streets years ago.

Gin sat down gingerly in Aizen�s lap, his legs hanging off the arm of the chair. �Well, see �e wen� ta go see tha� idiot, Mayuri, but Kuchiki-taicho, Kurosaki Isshin, an� Komamura-taicho were all there first. Shunsui killed �im, or sommin�. An� in the end, Komamura killed �im. Pity, really.�

He crossed his legs over, his smile broadening at Sousuke. �Bu� shorely t�at ain�t wot�cha wan�ed ta see me for, Aizem-sama.� He purred, almost sultry as he leaned up, wrapping one arm around Aizen�s neck, taking care to support himself with hardened stomach muscles.

Aizen was not really amused, and his hands didn�t move to touch Gin as he leaned back in the seat, not really hiding his boredom. �Actually, that�s exactly what I asked you here for. Also, did you make note of where Kurosaki Ichigo has taken up residence?� He continued talking shop, but a sense of humor began to sparkle in his dark chocolate eyes, a deceptively tender look in his eyes.

Deceptive.

That was his specialty. His gaze softened, and a slow hand raised and brushed away Gin�s silvery locks from his forehead, making him seem gentle and tender when everyone knew he was not. The Espada feared him. Others respected him. Most did, anyways. Gin usually annoyed him to no end with his ridiculous prattling in his annoying voice.

"O' course, Aizen-sama. Imagine 'im with Kuchiki Byakuya. Ya think the 'Ollow has come out fer 'im?" Gin opened his eyes a smidgeon, showing a tad of red in the midst of white lashes. "...Ya think 'e enjoyed it?" There had been countless rumors of Byakuya's masochistic behavior, and he'd received much of it from his precious Izuru when he visited him.

"'Quincy always seemed ta like it when Isshin-san got rough. Mebbe i'ssommat wit' the Kurosaki genes, ne?" He had learned to respect Aizen - he always had, in fact, and he knew that his voice would grate on Sousuke's nerves, but where he's grown up as a human child wasn't under Aizen's control.

"Attract a noble 'n then fuck 'em 'till they like i'." Gin seemed to contemplate this, draping himself over the bland throne - bland like everywhere.

Aizen wasn�t bland, however. He was a splotch of stoic beauty on the never-ending monotony of Hueco Mundo, his face shockingly handsome without being disgustingly feminine. Dark, chocolate, silken strands fell down into his face as he looked at the beautiful face in front of him, and he sighed.

A lithe hand tilted Gin�s face up to his, and he growled. �Wipe that fox grin off of your face and open your eyes. I am not one of your lackeys that fall for your cheap, clever tricks, Ichimaru-kun.�

He could fool all the others, but he could never pull a shroud over Aizen Souske�s eyes. The man was too powerful and manipulative to even consider fooling, and the dominant captain would never allow such foolishness to divide him from Gin�s true self. Only he knew what Gin really was.

Gin, when commanded, let his face relax, his eyes opening wider than the slits they usually were to show his wide, hardly oriental eyes, more western.

"I'm honored that ya a�nowledge my tricks as clever, Aizen-sama." He speaks just as loudly as ever, his eyes a soft, pinkish red and after so long of squinting had made them glaze slightly, well on his way to making himself blind.

He looked so much less like a fox, now - he resembled more a man. And only his lover could see that side of him - the beautiful side of him that no longer held semblance to an animal. �Bu�, on anot�er subject, Aizen-sama� I �ave a leak from �ere ta Seireitei. Looks like their tryin� to get t�rough to Hueco Mundo an� star� a war. What we gonna do 'bout it?"

Aizen�s hand ran over a lithe thigh, tracing the muscle beneath the pale clothing, his russet eyes shimmering slightly with veiled lust. Ichimaru had always been a responsive, craving lover, addicted to the pain the bigger, older man inflicted on him, begging for it a time or two. Aizen quietly gazed down at Ichimaru with a seemingly compassionate expression before he roughly grabbed his inner thigh and squeezed viciously.

�Let them come. Don�t tell me you are afraid?�

That same vicious hand ran up the pale haired man�s leg, and he palmed his sex, dark eyes flashing with sadistic desire. The Espada were familiar with the soft cries of pain and passion coming from the throne room, and they didn�t dare enter when Aizen was preoccupied with the light haired man that was always smiling.

Then, he was kissing Gin, the gentle press of his lips against his lover�s completely different from the vicious handling of Gin�s sex.

Gin moaned softly, a shiver running down his too-skinny spine and returning the kiss greedily as it was inflicted upon him. �O� co�rs� no�, Aizen-sama.� He murmured softly, his voice ladled thickly with lust and pleasure as his gentle squirming earned him a more forceful rubbing, making him shudder again, his toes curling in his boots as he shrugged away the shoulders of his robe, exposing himself almost teasingly to his lover.

He loved every second of it, and he showed it with lustful, half-blind eyes, his breaths slow and shuddering like his too pale, too skinny body, suffering of no exposure to sun and little food. The former captain moaned low against Aizen�s mouth, his lips parted and tongue exploring the creases of his lover�s wide lips.

Unlike his own mouth, it was naturally wide, his having been forced wider as a child, leaving only dark scars and faded scarification from stitching. He loved his captain for being so perfect, but despised him at the same time.

He�d never dare say such a thing, however � he valued his life far too much for that. It was odd that between the two of them, they represented every deadly sin, sharing the same ones at the same time.

This time, it was sheer lust and unrestrained avarice that burned in their reiatsu, pulsing throughout the empty room in their intimacy. It made some of the Arrancar worry a bit because their Riatsu was nothing compared to the mixture of Aizen-sama�s and Ichimaru-san�s.

Indeed, the two of them were incredibly powerful together and had impressed all the legions with their close, sadistic, relationship, scaring some of the lesser into submission with just a glance.

Here, however, on the throne, the legions didn�t matter. Aizen found himself enjoying just the simple pleasures of Gin�s lithe, toned body that was wrapped in white silk. His hands dipped into the coverings of his abdomen, and he slowly smoothed over barely defined muscles, enjoying each ridge beneath his fingertips.

His lips turned harsh against the other�s, taking what he desired from Gin and nothing less. He would accept nothing but everything the man had to give to him. With tender, gentle strokes across his stomach, contrasting the kiss, his fingers dipped down into the waistline of Gin�s pants and brushed over his erection.

�Beg.� He growled. �Like a fox does before the slaughter.�

Gin�s gentle simpers turned to begging just as Aizen asked, his words smoother and slightly higher pitched. He had always hated his comparison to a fox, but the word slaughter coming from his lover�s mouth was hardly one to take lightly.

�Aizen-sama� please, Aizen-sama�� He shivered, making every part of him tremble in Aizen�s grip. �Please, use me�� He knew from experience that this was all what his lover wanted to hear � the power over such a large land was intoxicating for him, and the power over people even more so.

�I�m yours, use me, Sousuke�� And the truth, to be told, was that he enjoyed being under Aizen, being abused like this. It gave him a sense of feeling that he�d never had the chance to experience � not even his little Izuru could make him feel this way.

It was intoxicating to hear him. Aizen�s compassionate gaze turned predatory, and as he moved to stand and press Gin back into the padded throne, his hands tore away the clothes that he was sure had thousands of replacements, and his nails dug into pale skin that was already littered with thousands of replacement scars.

He growled darkly and attacked Gin�s mouth again with a heated, sadistic please before slicking two of his fingers with his own saliva. And roughly shoving them into Gin�s body between his quivering thighs.

While most would have just started roughly thrusting, Aizen paused, and his fingers stretched and then curled over the bundle of nerves inside of Gin, watching the younger man�s face as he brought the pleasure that came with excruciating pain. He loved it when pretty Gin begged.

�What do you say if you want me so badly, little fox?� He asked softly.

Gin�s face, although showing signs of excruciating pain, was twisted with ecstasy. His hips rolling ever so slightly, accompanied by a low string of moans and gasps, his inner walls spasming around Aizen�s fingers.

�Use me, Aizen-sama� fuck me, Aizen-sama�� He whimpered gently, his eyes watering at the breathtaking sensations that flooded through him. His lover was never gentle, always cold and calculated, seemingly never paying attention to how he felt, but Gin knew that he was. He got a rise from every emotion, and sometimes, he felt like he was the one in power of the two.

That was almost laughable.

While the idea that Gin was in charge might have been amusing to him, Aizen took great pleasure in watching the exquisite expressions cross his suddenly lax, lusting face. The eyes that shimmered crimson in the dark, bland throne room seemed light like rubies as Aizen stretched Gin portrayed ecstasy, and the simple emotion and pleasure allowed Aizen to continue, not wishing to absolutely destroy Gin unless the younger Shinigami wanted it.

The bigger man leaned over Gin, and releasing himself from his hakama, it was only a slick hand and a sudden rough shove, and he was inside of his lover, pleasure pouring through his veins, thick and heady like molten, glowing lava.

�Ah, you�re tight every time.� Aizen whispered into Gin�s ear. �Tell me, little fox�Do you like it when I hurt you?� He thrust in deep. He glanced down, and he was pleased that Gin hadn�t ripped this time, knowing that the pain would eventually turn to pleasure.

�Y-yes, Aizen-sama�� Gin�s toes had stretched and curled so fast they�d clicked audibly, although drowning out by Gin�s wail of pleasure. �I love it when you hurt me��

The feeling of Aizen�s throbbing organ inside him was alone enough to make him come, but he held back, his back arched into a semi-circle and face twisted into bliss, his inner walls already trembling. Gin knew well that it was punishable to come so quickly � he�d learned that over and over again in his term as vice captain.

He balanced himself on his knees, lifting himself from being ground into Aizen�s hips, until he could feel the head slipping out of him, at which point he pushed himself back down again, letting out a whimpering moan of pleasure, his body writhing at the friction he was subject to. Everything had drowned out, now � not even the blandness of Heuco Mundo was going to stop him from enjoying this, and neither were his thoughts.

Aizen�s cold eyes turned smoldering, dark, and lusty like never before. Gin�s soft, lilting voice and the whimpers coming from it were making Aizen shiver with pleasure, and he became slow and pointed with his thrusts, aiming to bring pleasure and pain at once with each, slow, brutal movement that drove him viciously into Ichimaru�s body.

The Arrancar would have killed for a position like Gin�s, wanting to be underneath Aizen�s body as he moved over them, inside them. However, the former captain�s biggest secret is that he didn�t want to entertain anyone other than Gin in his bed. In his own, cold, calculating way, Aizen loved the fox like bastard.

He leaned into the thrusts, growling, moving slowly over him, chocolate eyes meeting ruby red as his lips dipped down for a kiss, taking Gin�s mouth in a surprisingly gentle movement, compared to the vicious, jerking movement of his hips.

Gin was almost taken back by the kiss, so much gentler than Aizen was usually. He was Sousuke�s toy, pain and pleasure both inflicted on him, and he knew he loved the roughness of Aizen�s lips when they kissed like this.

However, he didn�t try to coax a reaction from him, instead reveling in the gentle touch while it lasted, his tongue almost begging for entrance to Aizen�s wide mouth. His gentle whispering moans of pleasure didn�t stop as he did so, moving with the strong hips that so often pushed him into stone walls or the sheets of a cushy bed.

He knew everything that Aizen�s body could do, and he prided himself on it, often taunting the Arrancar behind his lover�s back about how well Sousuke fucked, right down to the very last detail. And as their hakama would tent, he�d flash step away, giggling mischievously.

Aizen was quickly nearing his end, unusual for him. Usually, their sessions would last hours into the dreary night, bringing the Arrancar to the door outside of the throne room, to listen for Gin�s soft, plaintive cries that would echo throughout the hall. Tonight, however, the cries seemed to be different. Aizen was in a gentler mood, it seemed, mixing more pleasure with the pain, even stopping in his routine to kiss Gin which was nearly unheard of.

He whispered softly in words that Gin probably wouldn�t understand.

Then, Aizen realized that in the back of his mind, as cold, cruel, and horrible he was to all, Tousen�s death affected him, and he mourned in his own way, feeding from Gin�s body like a man starved for affection for millennia.

�Oh, gods� Gin�Come. I demand it�� He commanded his lover in his deep, rumbling voice, his entire body shivering as he felt his own release begin to crash in his veins, making his movements even more rough. �Gin��

The fox-like Shinigami trembled in Aizen�s grip as he was pummeled harder into the throne, the pleasure making his high voice drop an octave in a way even he was unsure he could make, gripping Aizen�s forearms with ecstasy, his head thrown back as the pain was almost all but drowned out, forcing strangled cries of ecstasy from his mouth, the sounds throaty and beautiful in their own right, even if they were completely alien to the man making them.

It almost scared him, the fact that he didn�t know things even about himself. His voice rose again, however, as Aizen thrust directly into a place he�d almost forgotten about, and he came with an uncouth scream of his lover�s name, sans formality, his back arching into a perfect bow and his hands clenching tight around the triceps in his grip

Aizen came much quieter than his little lover, barely making a sound as he poured himself out, tensing above Gin like a beautiful, tragic statue. He clung quietly to Gin, shifting them so that Gin was in his lap, cradled against his chest almost like a baby while Aizen rested his chin on his head and inhaled the sweet, floral scent of the white hair that tickled the tip of his nose.

He spoke the words that he knew Gin dreaded to hear. �Kaname is dead.� Aizen really shouldn�t have cared. In fact, he really wasn�t sure that he did, but there was something about the blind man that had warmed at least something in his heart.

In the end, all Aizen wanted was peace�and the means to obtain that was power.

Gin let himself be cradled, his arms wrapping around Aizen�s neck as he spoke, making a soft sound of discomfort in his throat, and closing his eyes against his lover�s neck, the scent of vanilla overwhelming him, but not to the point that he was unaware.
�Grimmjow�ll be happy, �m sure.� He murmured in reply, almost feeling a sense of loss with Aizen in mourning for Kaname. The blind man had always hated him, but he had been fond of him, even if he hadn�t shown it.

Gin made a sound of disapproval, slipping his robes back on correctly and shifting to get his hakama back up his thighs, correcting Aizen�s uniform while he was at it. After all, now that their noises had stopped, Arrancar were free to enter and make their reports at their leisure.

Up Next: Chapter 29: The Howls of Absolute Fury

His breathing shuddered slightly as Byakuya spoke his name, so very overjoyed that he was remembered by the one he had treasured in his heart all these years. He pressed his lips to his former lover's shoulder, much to Aizen's amusement. This wasn't intended to be a punishment from the start. It was more of a voyeuristic act, just to see how nicely Byakuya would moan if positioned like this�

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