Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ The Seireitei Seraglio ❯ Payment Before Pleasure ( Chapter 5 )

Tite Kubo owns Bleach. I don't. Enough said. I make no money from this.

 

Payment Before Pleasure

 

Aizen finally left. It had taken too long for Gin to persuade the self proclaimed `god' that things were bad and that he'd watch over Ichigo. He'd had to promise not to touch the kid, but what did that mean? When was the last time he'd kept a promise, or even aimed to keep a promise? Why should he deny something he wanted? He wasn't in the habit of denial. It seemed like a dumb idea. Anyway, if the kid touched him first, that meant he was interested and then nothing mattered.

 

He heard Aizen ordering the lurking Espada to go away and rubbed his hands together. This was working out exactly as he'd hoped and now he had the boy to himself, until Aizen returned. If he was lucky, the toy would agree not to mention anything they did to Aizen.

 

Moving stealthily he approached the bed, wanting to touch and experience the hot body lying there.

 

“So, I suppose you want to fuck me too?” Ichigo said as he sat up, clutching the sheet to his chest. His voice tired and filled with disappointment and he looked petulant and not in the least interested in anything Gin might have to offer.

 

Gin kept his smile firmly in place and nodded. “I always like to sample what Sosuke's trying, just like he slips his dick into anythin' I've had.”

 

“You mean he manages to get inside before he comes?” the sarcasm in Ichigo's voice couldn't be ignored.

 

Chuckling, Gin sat on the bed. He remembered the number of occasions he'd felt a mixture of relief and frustration at Aizen's ineptitude. When he'd tried to mention it, Aizen had ignored him and told him he didn't know what he was talking about. The man could never admit to any failing.

 

“I'd be sore if he's managed to fuck me as many times as he's tried and he's such a lousy screw. I'm sick of being face down and under all the time,” Ichigo complained as he let the sheet slide down his body slightly. “I tried to suggest something else but he won't let me talk, just kisses me and tells me he knows best. I want to see what's happening or at least feel something.”

 

Gin reached out and stroked the boys face. The words had indicated that his attentions would not be rejected and why not take advantage? His cock was throbbing hard and he didn't mind which way it happened.

 

Close by there was the sound of steel on steel and then a large thump reverberated through the building as it shook from the impact of something heavy falling, or more than one thing. The door was wrenched open and Ulquiorra appeared at the side of the bed.

 

“Close the door behind you, fool. Do you want everyone in here?” Gin commanded, his eyes fixed on the kid.

 

“Get away from him Ichimaru. I brought him here, I want him,” Ulquiorra said, his hand on the handle of his blade.

 

“Is that big guy dead?” Ichigo seemed curious. “Declaring love one day, dead the next. Life's short,” he shrugged uncaringly.

 

“If he'd not dead, he soon will be. He's been cut into three pieces,” Gin said after looking out the door. “I didn't know anythin' could make you act like this. You are actin' like green eyed jealousy,” he snickered loudly.

 

“Get out of here, Ichimaru or you will end up in four pieces,” Ulquiorra told him, his eyes fixed on the kid. Gin had never seen his so focused on anyone before.

 

“Four's an unlucky number. You know that,” Gin sneered at the Espada.

 

Before Ulquiorra could reply Ichigo said, with a laugh, “I think three was unlucky for that guy. It might be for others.”

 

That comment made Gin stiffen and he shared a glance with Ulquiorra. Did the object of his lust mean to insult him, or was it unintentional?

 

“Why fight anyway? Get a female or two here and you can both have me, but I want a woman. After that guy pawing me I want some soft sweet flesh,” Ichigo reclined on the bed, his eyes shooting from one man to the other. He smiled confidently, aware they would go to any lengths for him.

 

His brain spinning, Gin wondered what to do. He wanted the guy, but he was demanding females as a price for allowing them to fuck or be fucked by him.

 

“Loly? Menoly?” Ulquiorra sounded unsure as he mentioned the obvious choice.

 

No!” Gin and Ichigo said together.

 

“Saw them, don't like them and I heard you talking about what they were doing. You're not even sure about them so why do you think I'd want them?” Ichigo informed them both, his mouth forming a pout.

 

“Halibel?”

 

“Is that likely?”

 

Both Gin and Ulquiorra gazed at Ichigo with longing. He was being such a tease, denying them unless his demands were met.

 

“Is she saw him, maybe…..”

 

“Get her here,” Gin ordered the 4th Espada, his authority evident. “And her female Fraccion. That might work.”

 

“She prefers women,” was the very quiet reminder. “And she's fighting. She might not appreciate the interruption.”

 

Ichigo stretched and drew both their attention as he raised his arms above his head, the sheet sliding down ever further. It was now pooled around his groin. He was so damned hot.

 

Ulquiorra swallowed hard as his lust filled gaze was fixed on the young Shinigami. “I'll be back soon. Don't touch him Ichimaru, or I'll tell Lord Aizen.”

 

“Spoilsport,” Ichigo laughed as he waved vaguely. “Hurry back, with the women.”

 

Gin locked the door carefully and walked quickly back to the bed. “A quickie?” It was a question full of hope, but he knew the chances were slim.

 

The contemplative gaze was cool as the boy shook his head with determination. “I made a deal and to do anything now would break the deal. I'm going to wash; get the guy's come off me. It's making my skin itch.” Wrapping the sheet around him he went to the bathroom and Gin heard the lock snap into place.

 

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