Yaay! I'm back alive and kicking, finally getting to publishing the long-shot that's been rotting on my PC for some time now... and memories of Anime Dance Weekend fest still fresh in my head :)

Turned out quite interesting actually, the fest did. Since I was walking around in my first ever cosplay (Espada at that) with number 6 tattooed on my leg, I ended up being called Grimmy through the whole thing :) And there was quite a colorful set of other cosplays as well – shinigami and vampires and stuff... :)

More intriguing thing though was that since I brought a huge inflatable mat to avoid sleeping on cold, wooden floor of the classroom we were stationed in and there was enough space for two people, somehow Ulquiorra usurped the other half so that we ended up sleeping together :) And since there was no way to fall asleep with Renji and Byakuya snoring nearby, the two of us together with Tifa, huddled inside her sleeping bag right next to us were passing time by listening to quite an interesting set of stories about Ulqui's older brother and his boyfriend 'till about 2 AM :) Almost bled to death when she shared the experience of asking him whether he's uke or seme. Pretty much detailed description of „it depends on the mood" answer... *nosebleed*

Anyway... I just wanted to share the experience with you, 'cause it was so much fun and now tune in to this little prologue. It's short, I know, but don't worry it's just meant to lure you into the story :)

Main pairing is favourite Byakuya/Renji, accompanied by little Gin/Aizen right here, Gin/Rangiku and Ulqui/Hime too... Rated M for future chapters. :)

Enjoy!

Aizen Sousuke has been standing on a balcony overlooking the fortress of Las Noches for nearly twelve hours now. He hadn't moved, narrowed eyes the color of hot milk chocolate set somewere beyond its walls where the vast sea of sand drowning in ever-lasting night that was Hueco Mundo stretched as far as an eye could see. The seal has been broken and the gates opened. He could feel it with every fibre of his being. Essence of pure evil, carried by the wind it made even him tremble ever so slightly. If only he could command such power. Power not even the Hōgyoku itself could be compared to, he would truly be the Lord of all. But at the same time he was very well aware that trying to obtain it without considering the matter very carefully would be a suicide even for the god he had become. Unless he would be able to learn how to control it.

"Ya sure it's a good idea, Aizen-taichou?" a voice spoke from behind his back, soft, casual with a pronounced Kyoto accent.

Aizen didn't move, only his lips curled in an amused smile.

"How is it that you've always been able to predict my thoughts even before they formed in my own mind," he turned his head slightly to gaze at the intruder from the corner of his eye. "...Gin?"

Ichimaru bounced off the wall he's been leaning onto for the past few minutes. Short silver hair dangling over his forhead and seemingly closed eyelids he walked lazily to stand at Aizen's side, omnipresent grin spread over hatchet face.

"I Like to call it my special ability." he said.

Sousuke turned to face his former lieutenant, regarding him with curiosity as if he was something of mild interest to him before long slender fingers reached out to cup pointed chin. Ichimaru's eyes opened for a second to reveal two perfect glittering sapphires.

"One of many, I'm certain." he purred and a single strand of dark brown hair tickled Gin's cheek as he leaned in, lips brushing gently against the thin flushed ones.

Ichimaru would accept his superior's demands even if it wasn't for the flow of the massive raw reiatsu crushing on every single cell in his body, charging it like electricity. He didn't need to be reminded of his role in this god's great game of chess. His mouth opened slightly to allow the impatient tongue to slip through, pulling both men into a long, drawn and demanding kiss. Mild taste of blood only boosted the pleasure of it. Lack of any emotions reflected in every stroke of their tongues.

However neither could entirely supress a moan when their lips parted. Unbeliavable as it was given his general appearance, Aizen Sousuke was a passionate man with very little patience when it came to something he wanted. And Ichimaru Gin could be described as a kind of obssession of his, because no matter how long their relationship lasted and no matter how it had evolved since the early days, Gin was the only thing here in Hueco Mundo the former 5th Division Captain could neither entirely control nor precisely predict. And the fact that at any moment Shinsou could strike at his turned back invigorated Aizen's senses, making him want to crush the slim bony frame with his own body and pressure of his reiatsu untill not a single grain of defiance remained and will to betray him lay crumbled under his feet.

But then there would be no one to fulfill the role of the god's jester. And gods didn't like getting bored.

"It has begun." Aizen spoke calmly after a few minutes of silent contemplation over all these things, eyes fixed somewhere beyond Las Noches once again. "How long will it take them to realize what's happening, I wonder."

"Should we give 'em a nudge?" the wide grin spread over Ichimaru's face anew.

Aizen shook his head imperceptibly. "First we need to find the third host and I don't suppose even Soul Society would be that thick-headed as to not ask for our assistance themselves. After all, if it comes to it, they will be destroyed as well as Hueco Mundo and the Material World." his smile widened. "Should they attempt to contact us, I'm leaving the matter in your responsible hands, Gin."

Ichimaru's eyebrows jumped up for a moment. He had his doubts about going back to Soul Society, even though he did his best to detach himself from those people and not just by amusing himself with this slightly confusing and extremely pleasurable relationship with this arrogant, yet in many ways brilliant former captain of his. Set of images flashed through his mind – sky-blue eyes smiling and a warm touch he had almost forgotten. Feelings burried deep within his soul for so long came rushing up, as strong as ever no matter how much he strived to deny having anything of the sort.

"Ya bein' mean, Aizen-taichou. What did lil' ol' me do ta deserve such a thin'?" he could tell Aizen was intentionaly teasing him by putting him in charge of Soul Society-related aspect of the mission and he hated him for that, knowing full well only a single slip could destroy everything.

"I simply have great confidence in your abilities." Sousuke closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before opening them again and Gin could swear there was a smirk playing with his handsome features for just a blink of an eye. "Now, assemble the Espada. I need to have a little chat with them."

Well now, there is definitely something sinister going on again, so stay tunned. Though updates are going to be quite irregular because of much studying and shit like that...

Please review, it gets my spirits up so much! :) Thank you! :)