Warning: Yaoi (boyXboy) Rated M for mild Violence, langue and lemon (later chapters).

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own any of the characters or the anime Bleach.

Toushirou's POV

"Patter patter patter patter…" The furious storm billowed outside and showed no sign of stopping on this dark night. The occasional lightning that was followed by a booming thunder would rip through the never ending darkness. I sat at my desk doing the paper work that Matsumoto never does and leaves me to do it while she gets drunk as hell. I wonder why we even get subordinates if they never do the work they are assigned. Then again she's one of a kind. I look out the window one last time and decide that Matsumoto probably isn't going to come back in this weather and start to clean up my work space for tomorrow.

Just as soon as my shirt was off and I was in my room with nothing but my boxer, I heard the front door open along with the sound of rain hitting the wood floors. A vain popped in my head at the thought of what a mess that was going to be trying to clean that all up. I can't believe Matsumoto was this stupid to go out in this storm just to come back here. Baka. I quickly put on a black t shirt and some pajama pants with a black and white checkered pattern on it before venturing out to the front hall way. There was no one in it besides a long trail of water and… blood? Worry starts to get the better of me when I can't sense her presence anywhere and the thought of here being dead entered my mind. "Matsumoto? I call out as I start to follow the trail of liquids until it leads to my office that I had not left to long ago. Carefully I open the door and to my surprise I don't see Matsumoto but instead a man who I can't figure out who he is because he is sprawled on the floor with his face covered his silver bangs.

My eyes widen at the sight of those silver locks as they remind me of a certain ex-captain that had died not to long ago. My heart started to pound faster and faster as I reached forward with my small hands and when I barely touched his shoulder, I could feel my heart skip a beat. I quickly grabbed the shoulder and turned over the body so I could now see the face of the silver haired man. My knees buckled and I had to bite my hand to cut off the strong sobs that now threatened to overcome me as I felt the hot tears stream down my face in rivers. I thought it would never happen but those blue orbs opened one more time before he raised his hand and grabbed the hand the was placed upon my mouth. Gently and slowly he removed my now bleeding hand and I couldn't help but let those sobs cut through the air like daggers as I finally cried after the death of Ichimaru Gin. These past few weeks I had never cried nor let any feelings escape me after his so called death and kept the bottled up until they finally over flowed today.

"Toushirou… Help me…" Gin begged as I just realized that there was a big wound from Aizen that he had injured not too long ago. I quickly wiped away the tears as I got up from my sulking and decided that now is not the time to cry rather it is the time to act. I quickly run over to the first aid kit that was in my drawer and then over to my bathroom to grab a hand full of towels and then a bucket of hot water. Lastly I go into my bedroom where I get the biggest clothes I could find that might fit the silver haired ex-captain and a huge blanket I remove from my bed. Quickly I removed the soaking clothing and replaced them with the dry ones I had just gotten except for a shirt. Now grabbing a towel I dip it into the water before placing it on the wound. That's when I realized that someone had stitched it before he came him but they must have torn due to the storm billowing outside.

With some pliers I picked out the remaining stitches before I replaced them with lots of struggle coming from Gin. Lastly I wrap the wound with bandages for safe measures and so the wound won't get infected. Now buttoning up the white sleeping shirt that I had grabbed for Gin, I notice that he had fallen asleep due to the pain of the operation. Struggling a bit, I get Gin onto my back and slowly lead him over to my room and then onto my bed. After tucking him in I head back into the hall to clean the mess he made and then I went to the couch in my office to think about things.

So Gin is not dead and I am the only one who knows this of my knowledge. I just rescued him and for a reason I don't know, I cried when I saw him with an emotion of… relief? What does that mean though… from what I remember; we hated each other so much… Then why? My eyes widen in shock a second time that night when I realize that the tears are pouring from my eyes once again for the relief that the same man I used to hate is now alive again because I rescued him. Why didn't he die that day? Why the fuck is he here, sleeping in my bed while I should have turned him in or killed him the second I knew it was him. As if I was in a trance, I picked up my sword and headed to Gins side where I placed the blade against his neck. I looked at his peaceful face as he slept away, unaware of the dangerous blade pointed at his throat. But didn't he try to stop Aizen…? At the last second I pulled back the blade so it was now sheathed and laying against the bed before I too climbed into the bed and snuggled up to the side that was not injured. 'Why is heat so comforting?' was the last thing I thought before I drifted into sleep.

Toushirou's POV Morning

I bolt up in my bed as I woke up remembering the nights past events. I quickly look to my side to see Gin still peacefully sleeping next to me and the storm still billowing outside. Damn… Won't the storm ever end? Shaking the sleeping soul reaper, he swatted my hand away as I could feel a vain pop on my head. Now shaking harder than before those blue orbs opened again and I could feel my heart skip a beat. A light blush tinted my cheeks as all we did for what seemed like forever was stare at each other's eyes before Gin finally broke the silence, "Hi, how have you been?" Anger filled my face as I looked at this asshole in the face.

"That's all you have to say after you walk in here after everyone thought you died that day? Since you want to know, I've been fucking great until you showed up last night. You're so lucky I didn't just kill you in or turn you in to the head Captain." I shout at the annoying soul reaper. Suddenly Gin grabbed both my wrists and pushed them above my head against the bed while he climbed on top of me so he was now straddling me. As close as he could get he leaned down until he was as close as he could get before our faces touched.

"Then why didn't you kill me or turn me in to the head master?" The hot air from every word coming from his smirking grin added to the heat that was already gathering on my face to form the brightest red. "Do you know why I went here instead of going to someone else?" I shake my head as I started to feel my head spin at the accumulating heat. "It's because I... love… you. Always have." Gin finished and before I could react to his shocking statement, he closed the gap between our lips and connected them. Before I gather my wits, he slid his tongue into my mouth, shattering that last bit of control I had before I melted into the kiss. We then broke apart after he let go of my hands and laced his through my hair. "Toushirou." Gin said with lust filled eyes as he leaned in to connect our lips once again.

Now that my hands were free from the bastard; I punch him square in the mouth so hard he flew off the bed and onto the wood floor of my bedroom. He looked up at me confused while rubbed his sore jaw. "What the fuck? Touch me again pervert and I won't hesitate to through your skinny ass out of here back into the storm." I scream as I get out of my bed and leave the room to go and start making my breakfast before I have to venture out in the damned storm to find out if we are working today. I looked back to see Gin following me with his usual grin in place.

Doing my best to ignore the guest at my table, I start on the eggs keeping in mind to add two more than usual for the pest. Interrupted from my thoughts, Gin asked me a question, "Why did you cry for me last night?" My cheeks flare red at the memory from last night reenters my mind.

"I cried because I was pissed that you didn't die bastard!" I yell in my defense.

"They didn't look like tears of anger but rather tears of relief and happiness." Gin corrected with great accuracy.

"You wish, dumbass." I say refusing to tell him that he was right and I was for some unknown reason happy that he was alive. Why do problems continue to chase me when this annoying pest is involved? Why am I involving myself farther with this guy when I know he brings me nothing but trouble? Most importantly, how the hell am I going to hide this bastard from the rest of the soul society?

Thanks for reading my story! Please review, should I keep going on with this story or not? It's not going to be really long, probably around 10 chapters give or take a few. A new story for a new year!