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Aizen wrapped his arms around the skinny body next to him, pulling him closer till their noses almost touched.
He felt him flinching slightly, again, but the silver haired shinigami didn't wake up.
Gins dreams were always controlled by the memory of his Rukon days. And even if he told Aizen that it was "kinda fun" to spend the days with his only friend back then - Rangiku -, it seemed as if only the dark parts of these days appeared in his dreams.
Just the pain and uncomfort, caused by hunger, cold, heat or the as desperate as cruel Rukon inhabitants.
And the dreams of the silver fox were always like that, they never changed, they never were replaced by others. And this dreams caused the rare moments during the usual wide and playful smile vanished from his face
But now, when Aizen started stroking Gins back up and down, comforting the tensed muscles and usind a bit of kidou to bring at least a whiff of warmth back into the cooled body, the frowned face softened and with a mild sigh, Gin coiled up slightly and placed his forehead on Aizens chest, a light smile curling the corner of his mouth.
The God of Hueco Mundo leaned forward and kissed the fine silver hair.
Sometimes, he asked himself if he could affect, even change Gins dreams just by his presence and he also wondered, if it was correct to intrude on the younger mans mind like that.
When somebody opened himself to another person, like Gin did to his captain, the only part of his life that still belonged completely to him, were his dreams.
In that case, affecting Gins dreams was a question of special intimacy, maybe more intimate than everything else.
Aizen looked at Gins face, now rather serene and thought that maybe, he shouldn't act like this and accord Gin a last tiny bit of privacy.
But when he looked at that so well known and beloved face at night, with the uncomfortable expression, the furrowed brow, he just couldn't hold back.
He wanted to see that face with an honest smile, wanted to see his vice-capitain happy, maybe it was also an act of selfishness, but still, he was worried.
"Gin?"
Dark eyelashes fluttered open and revealed a pair of greenish blue irises, looking sleepy and a little confused at Aizens face as Gin tried to focus on his captains face and lifted his head from the other man's chest.
"Hmn? What's with that down look Aizen-sama?", he muttered and placed a long pale finger on Aizens forehead.
"Do you like what you are dreaming every night?"
Gin paused stretching himself, surprised, but after a second he smiled widely and closed his eyes again.
"Well, act'ally, I really like ta dream stuff like that, ya know?"
"Really?" Aizen's arms grew lax around Gins body as he looked at the smiling face.
"Yeah..."
The touch on his forehead faded and a hand was placed on his right arm.
"'cause it reminds me ev'ry day how nice it's here."
And a soft chuckle filled the silent room for a moment.
