A/N: Yeah I know what ya think. "Can't she write anything else that these stupid `Aizen-x-Gin-doujinshi-to-fanfic´….and no. I can't ;P.
It's not like I don't have the imagination…believe me, I have^^ but I just can't. I have tried but nope…so I thought I would just go with this…until I don't have any doujinshi left TToTT
Well, hope ya will enjoy and please reviews. I really loves those reviews^^ Thank you to ya all.
Big thank you too anglia8. Sorry about the missing part. I hope it´s okay now. And really, I ya see a reeeeaaaally bad mistake, feel free to tell me about it...okay^^
Oh I nearly forgot. Sorry about the gramma and stuff, ya know the routine. And I don't own bleach, the characters or the story. I'm just the one who…well…writes it down…. ^^"
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That guy's a set of eyes lookin´ at me.
Eyes wherein the feelin´s of missin´ someone, passion, desire ta protect, `n lust fer conquest´re jumbled in conflict.
Also, becomin´ visible from time ta time, doubt.
"Since when did somethin´ like this…where were ya keepin´ it?" Gin held the sleeves out on his new kimono. It was several sizes to big. And it was orange. He was sure that it mate him look skinny and, if possible, paler.
"Yes, just like I thought, Gin." Aizen smiled and chuckled. Clearly enjoying the fashion show his fox was showing him. "This scarlet color, it really suits you. You can wear it as a dressing grown."
Gin found it hard to smile back, since he felt quit uncomfortable like this. He didn't mind when Aizen undressed him, but lately Aizens new hoppy was to dress Gin up like a doll.
"What? It's fluttery like a goldfish, huh?" Gin waved with the sleeves.
"Ha ha! Like a goldfish? That is good." Aizen leaned back against the couch. Gin didn't smile.
"…it ain´t like I hate goldfish, but…"
"Oh? And why is that?" there was a special tone in Aizens voice. Something Gin couldn't put a finger on.
"Well, they ain´t tasty, right?" Aizen smile disappeared and he looked serious at Gin.
The sudden change in Aizen face made Gin open his eyes. He rubbed his neck in discomfort.
"I ate it lots as a kid `n still can't forget that horrible taste. There's nothin´ in them, just claw-like bones ta choke on." Now Aizen laughed.
"That can't be helped. Goldfish were made for loving, not eating."
"Makes me dislike `em even more."
"Is that so? But I like that facet of goldfish. Come." It was an order. Gin stepped back. This was always a dangerous move, but sometimes it was rewarded. Like in this situation. "Come closer, Gin." Aizens voice was gentler now but it was still an order. He held his hand out to Gin.
What was the point of refusing? Since he was longing for the touch of Aizens hands like nothing else? Gin walked towards Aizens opened arms.
Aizen held him firmly on the waist while he held Gins left arm and began kissing it. Aizen slipped his right hand down Gins legs and then up under his new kimono.
Gin scratched himself behind his ear and smiled.
"Didn't we finish doin´ it just a lil´ bit ago…?" Aizen opened the kimono and licked Gins pale stomach. He couldn't help but smile when he saw all the bite marks on the fox's chest. He licked every one of them and then ran his hand over Gins stomach.
"What are you talking about? Just a bit ago? An entire day has passed since then. Take a good look at the moon. It's perched in the exact spot it was last night."
Gin looked out of the window. The dessert of Hueco Mundo was shining under the black moon. He was right, like always.
"I can't remember somethin´ so trivial. `Sides, I passed out fer a long while after that. That's why my sense of time's—" Gin was cut of when Aizen pulled the kimono down to his waist, pining his arms to his waist, and roughly shoved him down on the couch.
Aizen clambered on top of him, still pining Gins arms against his waist.
"What does any of that matter? Except that you're brimming with energy now, correct?"
"That's not…" Gin tried to wrap his legs around Aizens waist but Aizen only pressed them down. "That's not what I was sayin—nrh" Aizen pressed a finger on Gins lips.
"There, there, be quiet." His voice was filled with dark lust. How Gin loved that voice. But when the older man sounded like this, it was a sign that this was going to be a long night.
"Talkative goldfish are very unromantic. Or are you implying a desire to be gagged by a bit?" the thought itself was very tempting but since Gin had experience with Aizens form of `gagged´, he found it better to be quiet.
Aizen smirked.
"Good boy. I wonder if it's a result of the training…" he spread Gins legs wider and began sucking and licking on Gins chest. Slowly, very slowly. He wanted to hear his fox moan and then scream in pleasure…or pain. It didn't matter to him.
Gin moaned. He turned his head away from Aizen. He was still tired from last time, but he didn't dare say nor do anything.
Gin had to bite down on his hand when Aizen sucked on his nipple. This was too much.
Aizen got bored with the lack of response. He grabbed both of Gins thin wrists and pinned them above the younger man's head. The couch creaked underneath them.
Gin understood and kept his arms above his head so Aizen could remove his hands. Aizen grabbed his jaw, holding his head in place. He licked Gins earlobe. Making him moan again.
"You lack flexibility, Gin. It's okay to let that voice out more."
"Ah…though…" Gin smiled "goldfish don't cry, right?" Aizen turned Gin head and flicked his tongue around his ear.
"They do. With an extremely good voice." Gin squeezed his eyes together. More that normal. His only defence was to turn his head away. This gave him time to gain his breath.
"Yer sayin´ nothin´ but lies." Gin felt how the kimono began to stick to his body. "Hey, lemme undress. The kimono's gonna get all messed up."
"Hmm? Don't let that be of any concern." Aizen wrenched Gins head back and sucked on his neck and collarbone. "Go ahead and defile it as much as you'd like." Aizen lifted his head "that's why I gave it to you after all."
Gin opened his eyes. Somehow, it always came down to Aizen on the top where he said something that brought back the memories of that time.
"Really, ya got such bad preferences."
Aizen smiled and kissed Gin gentle on the lips. And then it began.
TBC
