Hellllo. ^^; This smutty little number is brought to you courtesy of Gaia! Well, not really, but it originated from a request that I received in my shop on there. I hope you enjoy!

Kira tugged his scarf tighter around his neck as he hurried down the streets towards the 3rd Division. Seireitei was under attack-- not from an enemy or even an ally, but from nature herself. Snow whipped around the fragile lieutenant as gusts of freezing wind pelted freezing rain into his face, reddening it to an uncomfortable degree.

The heavy material of the shinigami's uniforms did a good bit to protect them from the cold elements, but the severity of the blizzard that had fallen upon their society was far from kind. It was times like this Kira was a bit envious of Hitsugaya, whose element seemed to rely on frost and bitter cold. The scarf was tugged a bit snugger against the blonde's neck once more as he made the final dash toward his office.

Ichimaru, warm and cozy as ever, grinned as his subordinate finally returned from the frozen land outside their doors. Relaxed and poised behind his desk, he sat up a little straighter as Kira entered, that sadistic grin never leaving his lips.

"My, my, Izuru. Yer sure bundled up. Wasn't too cold outside fer ya, was it?" He watched Kira shake off the patches of snow that had gathered around his shoulders and shrug off his outside coat and scarf before standing up.

"It was fine," Kira assured him, standing at attention a few paces away from the elder's desk. His calm yet stiff-backed posture had always given Ichimaru an uncertain feeling and that feeling had yet to dissipate.

"Come 'ere," Ichimaru ordered, stepping around his desk. He motioned the hesitant blonde over, the grin from his lips slipping a tad bit.

"Is there something else I can do for yo-" Kira's inquiry was cut off by the loud smack of flesh on flesh. His head whipped to the side and his eyes widened just the tiniest bit. Slowly, with a shaking hand, he grazed his cheek with a few fingers. The cold weather had frozen his skin, and the burning sensation that came with being back-handed set his face on fire. Pushing the pain to the back of his mind, his expression changed immediately from stern to submissive; his shoulders hunched forward just a tad and his face fell.

"Good boy," Ichimaru purred, running his fingers through the blonde locks of hair, knocking loose a few rouge snowflakes that had escaped the initial brushing off. "Now run on home, s'gettin' late."

"Yes, sir," Kira murmured in a low tone, his gaze cast to the ground like it always did whenever Ichimaru was so close. From behind a desk he wasn't nearly as intimidating as he was mere inches away. Quickly, and without any complaint, Kira backed away from his captain and tugged his coat and scarf back on. In a flash, he was gone from Ichimaru's imposing presence.

A short time later, Kira was once again covered in snow, but this time under the security of his own roof. He sighed to himself, relieved to be home and away from all the stresses that the 3rd Division brought him. In particular, all the stress that Ichimaru brought him. His fingers prodded at the reddened skin of his cheek as he studied himself in the mirror. Ichimaru hadn't hit him too hard, so at the very least, it wouldn't bruise. Still, if Renji or Hinamori (or god forbid, Matsumoto) were to see this, he wouldn't be able to explain it easily. Anyone who knew the 3rd Division knew what likely happened behind closed doors.

A knock on Kira's own door startled him and he hurried to open it-- who would be coming to his place so late at night, and in such awful weather?

"Ai-Aizen-taichou," Kira stammered, immediately bending into a bow. "What brings you here so late? Please, come i-"

"I appreciate the effort, Kira-kun, but there's no need to bother with such formalities when we're off-duty, yes?" Aizen gave a small chuckle, the kind that immediately made a fool out of Kira's actions and caused the blonde to simply nod and step aside.

"Can I help you?" Kira asked, confusion lining his face. Aizen had yet to move from the wintry storm outside, and though he was bundled in Seireitei's finest clothing, it had to be chilly.

"Actually, I was wondering if-" The captain paused and tilted his head to the right a little, studying Kira's face. "My, my, Kira-kun, what's that?" A gloved hand came out to trace the reddened hand print on the lieutenant's cheek.

Kira visibly winced and shied away from his superior, shaking his head. "It was an accident, I wasn't watching where I was going and..." And what? Ran into the back of someone's hand? Kira was never good at lying to those in positions of power, mostly because it was shameful to do.

A suspicious eyebrow quirked toward the blonde. "And...? Kira-kun, you don't need to lie to me, you know. If something is happening, you should report it immediately. Is it someone from your division?"

Kira didn't respond immediately, casting his gaze to the ground. Sanbantai was known best for the loyalty of its occupants, and so for Kira to accuse someone of a lower seat of striking him was odd and cause for suspicion in itself. But he couldn't rightly say that Ichimaru had done it, that would go against his own loyalties to his captain. Then again, to knowingly lie to his superior... Kira was trapped.

"It's easy to tell by the look on your face," Aizen began, catching Kira's attention, "that it was someone of higher standing than you. Was it Gin?"

Busted. Kira knew by his own expression that he needn't say any words to clarify. His widened eyes, riddled with guilt and a hint of fear, said all that was needed. He bit his bottom lip lightly and gave the tiniest nod, hoping that perhaps it would go unnoticed. It didn't, of course, but it wasn't Aizen who responded to the confession.

"Maa, Izuru, ya told on me." Stepping from behind his former captain's back, Ichimaru's pensive face appeared. "Didn't I tell ya not t' say anythin'? Ya don't listen too well, do ya?"

Frozen to the spot, eyes much wider than before, Kira could do nothing but stoop into a low bow. "I-Ichimaru-taichou, I-I..."

"Now, Gin," Aizen chided, amused by the whole scene, "don't upset the boy too much so that he can't even speak."

Each word spoken hit Kira like a ton of bricks. Aizen had tricked him, plain and simple. Had he and Ichimaru set something up? Why? He stood from his bow when ordered and glanced between the two captains, waiting for one of them to speak.

"Say, Aizen-taichou, whadda ya do when yer subordinates ain't listenin' properly? Do ya smack 'em around a bit, 'r just get rid of 'em?"

Aizen frowned slightly, a bit disapprovingly at his former subordinate. "Gin, don't discuss the boy's future in front of him. It's inconsiderate."

"Never been one fer formalities, really," Ichimaru countered, frowning in thought. "S'ppose I could tell 'im t' go wait in 'is room?"

"It's too late now," Aizen pointed out. "You might as well get it over with."

Finally turning to his lieutenant Ichimaru nodded. "Well, Izuru, ya told on me. Aizen-taichou's got that way about 'im, doesn't 'e?" Kira nodded. "Ya know ya gotta make it up t' me, yeah?" Another nod. "Got any ideas on how t' do that?"

Kira shook his head slightly. "Wh-whatever you decide, Ichimaru-taichou."

"Good boy," Ichimaru murmured and let himself in to the cozy home. "Thank ya, Aizen-taichou."

"Don't be too rough on him, Gin," Aizen said with another chuckle before disappearing into the blizzard.

"'e sure does seem worried 'bout ya."

"Y-yes, sir." Kira's stomach was turning and flipping and doing all sorts of things that stomachs probably shouldn't be doing. He felt, at that point, like Ichimaru might do anything to teach him a lesson. Possibly even send him straight to the 4th Division in critical condition. He waited for what felt like the longest time until Ichimaru finally made a move.

The fox-faced captain shrugged off his outer wear and made his way deeper into the home, glancing around. It wasn't his first time in the other's house, but it had been a while-- apparently Kira didn't change his surroundings too often. Everything was in the same place as before, which made it much easier for Ichimaru to navigate to the bedroom, Kira in tow.

I had to cut it off here because...well...I needed something to post as an example for my shop and...well... the next part fits into no standards set in the ToS of Gaia (that means it's smut). So read on!