Ukitake smiled at the younger man sitting before him, his face pleasant as he allowed his eyes to wander over his beautiful subject.  Byakuya sat upright and tense, his shoulders squared, and his face blank, a look that Ukitake had long ago become accustomed to, one that meant the younger man had a request that he didn’t want to make, but he had ( Read more... )

So, this is something I've been working on for a few days now. 
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