16/01/2009 22:23:00
D'amor
Gin hugged his knees, gazing out of the large cemented window. The moon was perched in the permanent spot, just a little easterly towards the horizon. The bath water was warm, but not too hot, skimming on the brink of coldness. Exactly how he liked it. Sweet scented roses floated around the huge grey basin, a stark contrast to the bleakness it usually showed. Aizen's handiwork. Elegant and minimalist.
Aizen… taicho…
'Can I come in?'
His voice was smooth as always, but Gin wouldn't give in to the luring. He wouldn't become the second Hinamori.
'Nah… best if you don't.'
'Actually, I think it's best if I did.'
The door slid open at Aizen touch – high technology was something he reveled in – and he walked in, a towel draped over his legs. Gin's brow furrowed as the older man gently slipped into the bath. There was more than enough room but –
'Why are huddled in the corner, Gin? You can't possibly be scared, could you?'
How Aizen could say such minx truth mixed with complete utter bullshit evaded Gin. Even so, he turned around and shifted a little closer. Despite his misgivings, his breath caught in his throat as he caught sight of Aizen looking with that stare. That kindness in his iris, that small twitch of a smile, which in his current state, Gin was sure would bring down armies. Hair mussed in an array of nonchalance.
Gin gritted his teeth. How easy it would have been for anyone to fall under his spell. He hastily pushed the water's currents with his toes and edged away from Aizen. But he would have none of that. Aizen gripped Gin's wrist, and pulled the younger man into a full embrace, wrapping his arms protectively around him.
'Why are you shivering? This water is ideal for the climate… What are you thinking…?'
So kind… but so sadistic. How could these two be melded together?
'Yer holding me too close, na… Sure I like this an' all but…'
Yes, they were lies. Aizen saw through that, no question. But Gin couldn't possibly admit how hard his heart was thumping… he couldn't possibly admit how nice it felt to feel his naked creamy chest pressed against his cheeks, those wide arms, so well built, so unlike his own… This closeness…
'It's all a lie, ain't it?'
Aizen blew softly at a few grey locks obscuring his closed eyes. There was no sign of that Cheshire smile.
'But you want it to be a reality.'
'But it ain't one.'
'I can make it one. For you, Gin.'
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Expect another ficlet. Really soon. –apologizes profoundly for Black Marionette- It simply isn't coming. :( It's like AiGin is calling me and I must abandon all projects. I won't, of course.
