Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN THEM! In reality, they seem to own me. I've woken up countless nights from rather erotic dreams, only to find Aizen-taichou and his Espada army standing there watching me. It's an illness that needs serious medical attention but I'm unable to find any. Try discussing possible sexual hallucinations with your doctor and see where it gets you.

Warnings: Mansecks, adult language, blood and other gory goodness, creepiness of the Third Division variety, possibly disturbing. Come on, it's the Third Division. There's gonna be naughtiness and general depraved behaviour. They're not thugs like the Eleventh Squad, but they're just as sexually charged. Ichimaru/Aizen, Ichimaru/Kira, Kira/Renji, mentions of Renji/Byakuya and one other, possibly crack pairing that's yet to be revealed.

Notes: This fic will be multi-chaptered, beware. After much consideration, I've decided that it needs to be broken up into smaller chapters instead of one enormous fic. I've been dabbling in the world of Bleach for only a short time and during that time, the Third Squad has slowly crept its way into my heart. Ichimaru Gin's sickening sweetness and utter depravity, and Kira Izuru's frightening degree of loyalty, despite his underlying fear of the snake-like taichou. I've included Aizen Sousuke in the main pairings, mainly because it's post-Soul Society arc and his involvement with Gin in the past intrigues me. Plus, Aizen's so delightfully fucked up, he reminds me of me. -snerk-

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Ichimaru Gin was jealous.

Less than a month in Hueco Mundo and already the tediousness and irritating situations dragged on his nerves. The everlasting brightness, white light and white...everything else boring his forever smiling eyes. He needed colour, something besides the varying shades of grey he woke up to each morning. The uniform of the Espada, the white haori to wear over his already dark shinigami clothing doing nothing to lighten his mood.

Even the small suggestion he let slip to his former captain went unanswered. What exactly was wrong with red uniforms? Or at least a red haori over the black yukata? Red was such a lovely colour, he had whispered to the brown haired taichou, the colour of blood. And strawberries.

The soft spoken perfectionist had only chuckled quietly and rolled over onto the younger shinigami, bruising Gin's flesh within the grip of his large hands and deft fingers, harshly breathing against the other's ear as he claimed him for a third time that night, intent on driving himself into a more complete state of relaxation, the utter bliss that came from a long but well deserved and satisfying night of lovemaking.

Though in reality, the elder man pondered, it was hardly making love, the acts committed between himself and his former vice-captain. They were more of a violent meetings of souls, a vicious circle of demands and sacrifices, usually ending with the silver haired shinigami in a sated heap, snoozing in a soiled mess of sheets and his own precious bodily fluids.

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The eternally cheerful Third Division taichou wandered the halls of Aizen's palace within the land of the Hollows, idly nodding to the various Arrancar that inhabited the same residence, smiling as politely as he always had, only losing said happy visage while approaching the furthest room in the long corridor, his self-imposed nemesis hiding behind it, no doubt still wallowing away mentally, taking in his new surroundings and newly constructed form. Arrancar were such odd things, Ichimaru mused, curious about them and yet oddly loathing of their entire existence.

He lifted his right hand and rapped loudly on the wooden frame of the sliding door, waiting somewhat patiently for a reply and upon hearing the quiet acquiescence, slid the barrier aside and stepped into the immaculately furnished room, immediately spying the young Espada member as the boy had risen to greet his visitor.

"Ichimaru-sama."

It was a formality the silver haired taichou would have normally told the other to forget, but considering that it was the young Arrancar and not a welcome friend, he chose to accept it, wanting the other to feel as if he were still a higher being than himself, even if he was still allowed to speak down to the dark haired creation, as if he were a child and not a powerful force in Aizen's illicit army.

"Ohayo, Ulquiorra-kun. Sousuke wants to see you. He's got information for you about...something or other. Don't keep him waiting."

It irritated the ever-vigilant and loyal Arrancar, the way Ichimaru spoke so informally about their lord, his instructions always in varying degrees of mistake. Certainly the shinigami-turned-comrade hadn't given his closest subordinate such vague directions?

"Hai, I will go right away, Ichimaru-sama."

The larger man grinned more broadly than before, stretching his lower face impossibly before leaning forward and patting the young creation on the uncovered side of his head, a gesture normally left for animals or small children. It was just another reason for the green eyed boy to hate his lord's favourite being. he may have only been 'alive' for the last two weeks, but that did not automatically classify him as a child. While realistically, Ulquiorra hadn't been a child for decades.

"That's a good boy. I'll be waiting with him so don't dawdle now!"

The usual flurry of activity that followed the snake-like shinigami was absent but Ulquiorra still felt as if he had been under intense scrutiny while in the elder man's presence, as if he was being analyzed and tested on his ability to adapt or adjust to the other's oddly creepy demeanor. Sighing, he donned his zanpakutou and left his rooms, stalking the hall towards Aizen's throne room, the light around the cracks of the sliding door already giving him an idea of what the man's mood would be like, the brightly shining rays varying in their brightness and dimness, as if they were breathing instead of simply shining.

The doors slid open automatically, chimed in with his personal makeup, allowing the regal former captain his privacy unless one of his most trusted subordinates came to see him. The helmeted Arrancar obediently dropped to his knees and gave the other man the respect he was due, keeping his head down and face hidden, hiding the scowl he felt cross his delicate features as he caught a glimpse of his summoner, the young taichou draped over Aizen's lap and curling a hand in the man's flimsy bangs. Their displays of affection had become more pronounced the more Ulquiorra had paid attention to them and it ultimately sickened him to see them thus inclined.

"Ulquiorra."

The boy lifted his head and deadpanned a sterile look, his strong face, the sickeningly sweet Gin had said once.

"Hai, Aizen-dono. You called for me?"

"I've received word that the new Arrancar that I've created are ready to be trained. Do I have your cooperation in this endeavor?"

The stoic male nodded and bowed his head again, signaling his allegiance before daring to look up a second time. "Of course, Aizen-dono. Anything you desire."

The eldest of the leaders raised a hand and waved the boy away, waiting patiently as he backed out and through a flourish of white fabric and the light slam of the large doors, left. Ichimaru was unable to suppress a giggle and earned himself a light glare from the Fifth Division captain.

"What has tickled your fancy this morning, Gin? Certainly nothing Ulquiorra has done. He behaved as he should have, to the letter."

The younger shinigami sighed out loud and moved to sit up, more comfortable straddling the larger man's lap than lying draped across the man's legs and the uncomfortable arms of the great throne.

"Maa, that's why I'm laughing, Sousuke. He's so formal. He even called me Ichimaru-sama in his quarters."

Aizen smiled warmly before winding both arms around the smaller form, holding him tightly against himself as he claimed his lover's lips, dragging a whined moan from him, his teeth worrying Ichimaru's lower lip as delicately boned fingers clutched at the material over Sousuke's shoulders. The Hueco Mundo overlord loved how easy it was to garner a reaction from his former fukutaichou, each whimper and pained moan slipping from him eagerly eaten up as they alone sustained the formerly bespectacled leader.

He pulled away only when he was satisfied that Ichimaru had been thoroughly lashed by his skilled tongue, lapping lightly at the now swollen lips each time the younger man started to speak again.

"Ichimaru-sama is your title to him, as well as the others in my army, Gin. No matter how close they become to you. I want them to believe in our strength. No familiarity. Familiarity breeds contempt, or so the mortal saying goes."

"Mmm, contempt I've already had to deal with. I'm not very well liked around here."

This little realization had the elder man staring slightly, his left hand idly running through Ichimaru's hair, the other's soft purrs belying his feeling of being hated within the Hollow world.

"What do you mean, Gin? No one has tried anything against you, have they? They're not insolent enough to even think it."

"Not exactly. It's a feeling, that's all. Just a hunch." The smaller man nuzzled into the hand that had stopped petting him and whined softly, more like a pet to the grand taichou than a lover. "The Arrancar trust and fear you. Even Kana-chan seems to strike more fear into their nonexistent hearts than I do."

The Fifth Squad captain chuckled softly and went back to petting the other, amused with his childish antics, the use of Tousen Kaname's name in such a way making him smile warmly. If the blind shinigami had heard him though, an argument would have certainly ensued. He was formal to a nearly anal degree and secretly loathed Ichimaru, a hatred barely contained when he was in the company of his comrades.

"Ah, sou ka. Well there's nothing to fear from me, Gin. You know that well enough."

A quiet chirrup of agreement before a noisy shuffling of heavy material. "Hai!"

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"Kira, how many times are ya gonna stare at that thing before it starts to stare back?" Abarai Renji asked loudly, his voice echoing slightly in the dark recesses of the Third Division headquarters, the squad's fukutaichou kneeling in front of his desk, using his own instead of Ichimaru's for fear of mussing anything. "It's a fuckin' wall, not a mirror."

The slighted blond turned his head slightly and peered at his childhood friend with something akin to pain, his already sad looking eyes seeming even more so as Renji felt a familiar stab of sorrow etch its place onto his heart. He always seemed to say the wrong thing at his the wrong moment.

"Ah, gomen. I didn't mean to sound so harsh."

"It's alright, Renji-kun. I was about to go for lunch anyway. Would you like to come with me?"

The redhead stepped over and offered his hand so the smaller boy could lift himself more easily, tugging too hard on purpose and catching him against his chest, laughing out loud as the friendly little trick had seemed to catch the boy off guard ever since their academy days.

"Sure. I'm starvin' anyway. Kuchiki-taichou's an ogre to work for on Thursdays. I think I'll be dreamin' of paperwork tonight."

The young Third Division fukutaichou smiled adorably and started off towards the commissary, choosing to remain within the headquarters instead of leaving to go out into Rukongai, his slightly higher upbringing forcing him to stay where he felt the most comfortable. Plus, he had found it quite hard to adapt to strangers surrounding him ever since his captain left. He felt...isolated. Exposed.

To Renji, his friend seemed more withdrawn but oddly enough, more talkative. He had brought it up once and through watering eyes the blond had told the Sixth Division vice-captain that it was his way of keeping the silence away. He was so used to having long conversations with Ichimaru-taichou that the absolute quiet irked at him terribly. Even though he said little and managed to listen mostly. Renji had nodded and pulled the slowly cracking boy into his lap, holding him close until the sobs had passed, something Izuru was thankful for, and which the redhead didn't seem to mind. They were friends after all.

After gathering their meals and going back outside to eat, the boys settled against a large tree, a habit from ages ago and broke into the neatly made but basic obento boxes, eagerly munching away amidst a friendly silence. This, Izuru found, he could tolerate. He wasn't alone and it wasn't technically quiet. The gentle clacking of Renji's hashi each time he missed a morsel of food was soothing to the high spirited but shy shinigami, the heavy nose-breathing of the larger man making him feel more relaxed than usual. It was true he valued the other's presence but because of his captain's betrayal, he found that confiding completely and admiring someone else again, hurt far too much to even consider.

"Naa, Renji-kun?"

"Hmm?"

Chopsticks clicked almost annoyingly against the side of Kira's box, a nervous habit if ever Renji saw one. "Do you think he's ever gon-"

"Don't ask it, Kira. I don't wanna have to answer it. Kuchiki-taichou says no, but I don't really know myself."

The younger man, wide-eyed and nearly in tears again, nodded and stopped his nervous twitching, going back to finishing what little lunch remained, neatly tucking everything away when he was finished and leaning his head back against the tree's trunk, sighing out loud and curling his knees to his chest.

"I think he will. I don't want to say I know he will, but he might. I mean, he left everything behind. Fourth Squad's been cleaning his rooms each week like Genryuusai-dono asked. It's probably just for appearances but when I go in there sometimes at night-"

The pony tailed shinigami turned his head to glare at the younger man, receiving a painfully upset look and swallowing before speaking, his voice low and his eyes giving no hint of the friendly man he was less than a few minutes ago.

"You don't still sleep in there do ya? I thought we talked about that and you were gonna sleep in your own room from now on? I know you two were...you know, but it doesn't mean you still have to sleep in his bed."

"I know. I just can't seem to fall asleep in my bed. It's comfortable and all, but it's still missing something."

Renji sighed and nodded, as if knowing what the boy meant, slipping back into his friendly-enough-to-forgo-formalities attitude.

"It's his smell. I notice it right away when I've been sleepin' in Byakuya's bed for a long time and then have to go back to my own place."

Wabisuke's master nodded absentmindedly, realizing for the first time that yes, Renji seemed to be right on the money about his strange problem. It was true that he undressed in the dark and climbed into Ichimaru's bed, tugging the covers around himself and burying his nose in them, enjoying the distinct musk that was his lover. Even after being freshly washed, he still noticed it, even more so if it was hot in the room and he was sweating. The moisture must release more of the hidden scent and some nights, Kira found himself working hard to put his body into a frenzy, making himself sweat through simple movements, or on occasion, more sexual ministrations.

"Yeah, that makes sense, Renji-kun. Arigato."

"No prob. Now, should we head back in case the captains come lookin' for us? My lunch's only so long and Byakuya's kinda anal about me bein' late."

This time Kira stood first and offered his hand, a gesture Renji found to be absolutely endearing, given the difference in their sizes. He took the proffered appendage and pulled hard to lift himself, rewarding them both with a shouted curse and a squeal from the blond as they both ended up on the ground, Kira draped over Renji as if using him as a mat to land on, the redhead's eyes closed as he grimaced.

"Itai, Kira! Pull back next time! Ya could've broken somethin'!"

Giggling, the younger shinigami stood back up and brushed off his clothes, again offering the hand and successfully using it as Renji came to his feet, grinning broadly.

"Atta boy! Just like that. Ne, should I meet you here after work tonight, or do you already have plans?"

The somewhat shorter haired man blushed and shook his head, lightly fingering the hilt of his zanpakutou. "Iie, I don't have any plans, Renji-kun. Once Genryuusai-dono comes to inspect the office, I can leave. He's leaving everything up to the vice-captains in each...abandoned division so it's just a check up on how we're doing. It'll be around five, is that alright?"

The Sixth Squad fukutaichou didn't miss the hesitation in Kira's voice when he mentioned that the divisions had been abandoned but he grinned widely anyway and nodded his head, off in a flash after punching the blond in the arm quite hard, his laughter carrying on the breeze as Izuru shook his head and walked back towards the foreboding Third Division building.

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From his vantage point just inside the doorway to his own rooms, Ichimaru watched the high-ranking Espada as they exited his lover's throne room, waiting patiently for them to go by, each with a smirk that indicated they had been given orders, his smile set in place as Grimmjow passed by and veritably hissed at the silver haired shinigami, earning himself a chuckle and a shake of the immortal's head.

Once the line had finished, the hall was empty again and Ichimaru made his way to the elder man's rooms, nearly skipping with glee and not even bothering to knock as he pushed the doors aside and approached the brunet. He was smiling in the way Gin loved best, his arms open and welcoming.

"Did they get orders to go to Soul Society?" He asked, while again climbing onto the elder man's lap, winding his arms around Aizen's shoulders and planting a firm kiss to the man's lips.

The overlord eagerly kissed back and firmly cupped Ichimaru's ass, squeezing the soft but deliciously pert cheeks. "The living realm. Their orders are to capture Kurosaki Ichigo and that girl he constantly has with him. The healer."

"Ah, sou. I suppose we won't be going back to Seireitei any time soon then, hmm?"

The elder man stared for a moment before pressing the lightest of kisses to Ichimaru's forehead, brushing his bangs away with one hand to proper land it on the smooth skin.

"Do you miss him so much, Gin? He was only a toy. I've made you new ones. Don't let them go to waste."

The smile nearly faded from the silver haired taichou's face but he perked up regardless, wriggling his hips and making a general whore of himself, moaning softly as he rubbed his groin against that of his brilliant lover.

"Naa, Sousuke. Can we play?"

He enjoyed the slight curl of Aizen's upper lip as he felt the man start to become aroused, his eyes falling closed as Ichimaru dipped his head and nibbled his neck softly, quickly turning the light nips into vicious bites.

The former Fifth Division captain would have none of it however, his large hands gripping Gin's upper arms as he stood and fairly dragged him into the secondary set of rooms, violently tossing him to the bed and undressing as he stalked over, scowling at the younger male as he watched him disrobe as well. Exceedingly lovely. The only words to describe Ichimaru Gin's beauty. Aizen was pleased with himself for choosing such a suitable partner for himself.

On all fours now, the younger shinigami looked back over his right shoulder, leveling a seductive little look upon the larger, more built immortal. His former taichou was the epitome of virility. All muscled leg and torso, the lightest smattering of soft hairs across his chest and on the lowest point of his belly, leading to a thick but neatly trimmed patch that circled his cock and dusted his testicles. Ichimaru wriggled his hips, parting his legs a bit more and lowering his chest to the mattress, the large, Western-style bed creaking lightly as he moved.

Their coupling was hardly ever polite and never kind, but they both savoured it, craved it. The delightful curve of Gin's behind tempting the elder man as it always had, his tiny pucker twitching as his arousal became apparent, the warm erection pulsing powerfully as it hung just against his belly, firm and expectant of release.

With a growl that certainly didn't match his calm and formal appearance, Aizen crawled up to kneel between Ichimaru's parted legs, forcing them even further apart as large hands kneaded the soft cheeks before him, getting a feel for the creamy skin before parting them with sudden excitement and forcing the entirety of his arousal into Gin's tight embrace.

The snake-like swordsman howled his pain and delight, listening as it echoed back from the white walls and gripping the sheets in tight fists. It was always a pain he could tolerate and it made him shudder and weaken slightly, his knees suffering the brunt of Aizen's animalistic claiming. Never had his former lovers ever treated him so harshly before he met his former captain. It was a giddy pleasure for the shorthaired taichou to be used roughly, worked in, raped, whatever it was called at the time.

The formerly bespectacled captain dug his fingernails into Gin's backside and slid himself from the intense gripping strength of his former fukutaichou's inner sanctum, keeping his vocalizations silent. He was not a loud lover but Gin made enough noise for both of them, hissing through clenched teeth until he was so deliciously violated again, crying out sharply and bucking back for deeper penetration.

He knew that his body was irresistible and he used it to his advantage as he tightened around his lover, daringly milking him for his essence as the grip on his hips intensified to the point where he was actually pained by the bestial fuck, his whimpers growing in pitch until he was nearly howling.

There was an odd little quirk about Ichimaru that Aizen had discovered for himself during their first night together in Hueco Mundo, that an absolutely aroused, ready to burst Gin could climax without touches of any kind, the simple but mind numbing pressure against his prostate giving enough stimulation to trigger his release. It was that much sweeter for both of them because the elder man could continue his wicked claiming and Ichimaru could keep both hands buried in the silken sheets, thrusting himself backwards with tiny grunts that endeared him even more to the well-read former Fifth Squad captain.

The tell-tale tightening of Ichimaru's anal grip gave Sousuke an idea of how soon the smaller man was going to erupt and he quickened his pace accordingly, the bed now making more noise than the ravaged young taichou, the sound no doubt echoing throughout the palace halls, giving each of the appointed Espada, who hadn't yet left for the mortal realm, an idea of what exactly went on behind their lord's door. With a strangled cry, Ichimaru came, gushing onto the linens and thrusting back to get the most out of his release, spasming erratically around Aizen enough to cause his peak to crash as well, rough grunts of pleasure punctuating each internal spurt.

Desperate for cleanliness after their sessions, Aizen climbed down from the high bed and visited the bathroom for a brief moment, coming back with a wet cloth and a towel, eagerly cleaning himself then lovingly wiping his essence and a good amount of blood, from the smaller shinigami, smiling at the sated purrs his lover gave. He would have to heal now, Sousuke's fingernails having gouged him quite terribly, his tight sphincter used enough to allow rough sex but still sensitive enough to bleed from the lack of lubrication, something the snake-like immortal ignored in favour of pleasing his older lover.

Gin rolled onto his back and stretched, a distinctly cat-like grace shadowing his pale form before he spread his legs to allow a nesting space for the taller man, Aizen happily tugging the sheets up with him as he settled with a tiny yawn, resting his head on Ichimaru's chest and lifting one arm to curl in his hair, while the other draped over the opposite shoulder. He was content to simply snooze the afternoon away now that his army was accounted for and given their orders, but alas, it was not to be.

The other thing Aizen had discovered, when he was first appointed Ichimaru as his fukutaichou, was that the eternally grinning young Seireitei resident loved to hold conversations after sex. A quirk most lovers would ignore and fall asleep listening to. This day however, it wasn't a conversation the shorthaired Shinsou master wanted. It seemed to be just an ear he craved.

"Naa, Sousuke? I think I'm going to go to Soul Society tomorrow."

Aizen couldn't resist the temptation to ask why, his generally curious nature getting the best of him. "What for, Gin? You have everything here now, isn't that what you told me when we arrived?"

His head lifted as Ichimaru sighed a very heavy, very sad sounding sigh. "I left my fukutaichou behind."

"Kira is no longer your concern, Gin. I've told you that many times. There is only you and I now. Not even Tousen deserves a space in our agenda."

"But…"

"No but's, Gin. You'll compromise the entire plan if you go back now. Besides, what exactly makes him worth endangering the mission for?"

"He was my little Izuru. So obedient and loyal. I loved holding him in bed after we did like you and I just did. He was very soft, Sousuke. And noisy. He made this little noise when he came. It was so adorable. But I don't love him really. Not like I love you."

"Hn. Noted. But as I said before, I've created you many new playthings if you'd so desire to make use of them. Ulquiorra for example. He's very pale and boyish, much like your dear Kira-kun."

"But he's not Izuru, Sousuke."

The elder man ran a hand through the other's hair and sighed, knowing that he wouldn't hear the end of it if he left the situation as it was.

"Hai, hai. I suppose he's not. What do you expect to do about it then, Gin?"

The Third Squad captain lifted his head and peered across his chest to his lover, red eyes wide and staring. "Sousuke?"

"Tomorrow we'll plan a visit to Soul Society. The Espada will be busy and the other shinigami should be preoccupied with trying to keep a handle on them in the living world. What do you say to a day trip?"

"Yatta! You spoil me, Sousuke! Can we play while we're there? I don't know if I can wait until we come back here to play with Izuru. I'm kinda impatient."

"Hai, I know. We'll see when we arrive. Things may become too difficult and we may have to retreat but things should go well. I may just send you, Gin. Alone you might be able to persuade him to return with you."

The younger man was beside himself with excitement, so much that he nearly thrummed with it, his entire form vibrating with suppressed enthusiasm, happily cuddling the larger man.

"Oh, I'm so excited, Sousuke! …Sousuke?" He gave a gentle poke to the brunet's shoulder, resulting in a light groan and a snore to match, giggling lightly before closing his own eyes and resting back on the mound of pillows.

"Oyasumi, sleepy Aizen-taichou…"