I'm quite excited to be getting back into this... its been a while. Feels weird to be excited over the story again, but anyway.
Much love to Zerolr for all the brainstorming and suggestions with these two lemons. And to Skiggle for giving me my groove back; I really feel like I could take on the world. Seriously could not have set down these two chapters (or any other chapters after these) without you guys commenting on the crapload of notes i gave you. It means a lot you're both so into this and help me along with it. It really does.
I'll give you my full scattered braindump on this at the end, for now just enjoy the shameless smut continuation. It is one of the last full on lemons, so i'mma make it a good one. Well... i'll try to anyway. I can do nothing but throw words together and try.
There's some reference to the backstory and the prologue in this one though, so if you haven't already caught it, i suggest reading the prologue. You don't have to, but i advise it. Stuff might make more sense. Or you can just read it if you want pure AiGin sap straight from the tree... either way, its up to you if you wanna go back and read it.
Anyway, enjoy the chapter. As always, comments are welcome but optional. But just don't feel like you have to make a comment though if you don't like it. I don't need to know that, and there are better stories than this to comment on if you don't like this.
Chapter 47: Won't you remember me? II
"You're mine."
Aizen barely had any time to react at all before his lips were captured in yet another deep and intense kiss, while Gin's words echoed around and around his head, repeating themselves over and over and somehow stirring up strange emotions in him that seemed so familiar that to him it was like they only existed yesterday, despite the fact they were completely foreign. Gin's tongue plunged down into his unguarded mouth and forcefully wrestled his tongue into submission, his fingers slowly entangling themselves into Aizen's thick hair as Aizen resisted, and then, after deciding resisting was useless, finally decided to give in. To surrender.
It was useless. His body was acting of its own accord without even him knowing why. He was like a salmon unable to fight the current sweeping him away down the river and into the sea.
He couldn't resist it any more. The strange urges were just too strong to ignore. And things had already progressed so far already without him being able to stop Gin's advances...
"Why?" he thought, Gin's tongue fully dominating his mouth now,"Why can't I... resist this?"
Gin pulled away from his slowly, breaking their lip contact so slowly it was almost painful. Gin looked at him with an affection he never even knew, but Aizen couldn't meet his gaze; feeling nothing but embarrassment as Gin's soft eyes were upon him in such a state of submission. Although the pleasure of it was undeniable, and being with Gin did excite his body, his thoughts were with someone else and how she would be affected by what he was doing. And a sudden shame came over him the more he thought of the adultery he was committing, of what he was permitting to be done to him. Because, after all, Aizen was not built to submit to anyone; he was made to dominate.
He was brought out of his reverie however, when Gin suddenly shifted his hips and thrust them forwards, sending odd shivers of pleasure through his whole body. Gin dug his fingers further into Aizen's shoulders as he brought them forwards again, a little moan of pain escaping him as he built up momentum and began to settle into a steady pace, ignoring the pain he was in. Gin's body was actually quite unprepared for this sort of activity after some few months of Aizen's neglect, but he carried on regardless of the pain it caused. But Gin liked the pain. Because it was Aizen hurting him, he liked the pain. He would embrace the pain if it made Aizen remember him. Because Gin never would, and never had, let anybody but Aizen hurt him this way.
A quick gasp escaped Aizen's throat as Gin shifted his hips, a shudder coursing its way up his spine and sending chills right through him, which didn't go unnoticed by Gin, who just gave a satisfied grin.
"You like that, Aizen-sama?" he asked, a playful smile gracing his features. "Cuz there's plenty more where that came from."
He shoved his hips forward again, angling his hips in such a way that after a short time Aizen hit his sensitive spot, so that he too shook with pleasure. Moaning simultaneously with Aizen as his back arched and he leaned his head back, taking it in. It had been so long since Aizen had last taken him like this that these pleasurable sensations seemed like a dream. His hands on his lover's neck, the touch of his naked skin against his own... somehow it didn't seem real. Like it was an illusion. A fantasy.
Yes, that was it. It was a fantasy.
But it was a fantasy Gin wanted more of. A fantasy he wanted to make into reality. Even if Aizen didn't remember him now, he certainly would remember later on once he'd had his way with him. And Gin had already decided that it was only a matter of giving him a little shove in the right direction – a little reminder of just how good it felt to be with him - to coax those memories of their time together out into the open again. No matter who got hurt in the process. Yes, Gin would tempt him, like the serpent tempted Eve, and then Aizen would be his. Aizen would belong to him again... and life would be like a waking dream. Like this fantasy...
Gin smiled. He started slowly, shifting his hips into the position that created the most intense pleasures, gradually building up momentum with each slow movement. Drawing out pants, moans, gasps, and excited shivers from Aizen as well as himself. Completely taking control of Aizen's body, while Aizen's hands still rested lightly on his hips as he shifted them, their grip on Gin remaining constant even as his hip movements increased, intensifying the pleasures threatening to consume them. Gin, because he was with his love again, and Aizen because of the elicit and unbidden desires being aroused deep in the pit of him. Forbidden desires...
Gin opened his eyes slowly, gradually bringing his head back to look at Aizen again, with a softer groan leaving his parted lips as he brought himself out of his thoughts of fantasy and illusion and back to the present.
"Aizen-sama..." he moaned, breathing deeply as he relaxed his shoulders and slowly – ever so slowly – lifted his eyelids open to allow Aizen to see into the vibrant red hues of his irises, taking down the final barrier between them so he was completely exposed before Aizen. Gin's heart thumped as Aizen's chocolate coloured eyes found his, gazing directly into him, almost hypnotising him. If the eyes really were the windows into the soul, then Aizen's eyes were laying bare every emotion and impulse that came upon him. Gin was completely fascinated by him, and Gin's eyes just drank him in.
His dark, mussed up hair falling ungracefully over his forehead, the smooth skin on his face and neck, his high cheekbones and broad, his strong shoulders and well toned body, and those hypnotising chocolate coloured eyes... it wasn't hard to see why people would fall for him. Even with that bewildered expression on his face and those searching eyes, Aizen was a beautiful sight. And Gin remembered how, like many others, he had fallen in love with this man all those many years ago – decades even – and yet he found it remarkable that even now, he still found Aizen sexy.
Gin smiled at him softly, still half panting as he caught his breath again. Of course, Aizen's looks did help, but it was still the man behind the pretty face Gin fell in love with.
Aizen's eyes just gazed up at him, trying to find some form of answer for why his body was reacting this way. Aizen had never been overpowered in such a way before, so everything was all quite surreal. So surreal in fact that to his eyes, Gin was strangely attractive to him, beautiful even.
It was insane. It was mad. But, even while he was in the throes of that madness and insanity - even amid what was probably pure and utter depravity - he found Gin to be surprisingly beautiful. His pale skin, his vibrantly red eyes, the way his hair the colour of freshly fallen snow fell gracefully over his eyes... the way he shifted those slim hips... it just took his breath away from him. Aizen let his eyes wander down Gin's face, working downwards from his eyes and down his neck and shoulders, resting there on his collarbones. His mind beginning to toy with the somewhat-familiar thought of gently nipping the skin there – little knowing that Gin's collarbones were the spots he liked to gently nip and sink his teeth into before he lost his memory.
His eyes traced up Gin's slender body and up onto his shoulders, with his hands maintaining their grip on Gin's hip bones as if guiding Gin's body into place. It was odd, how he loved Orihime, but felt physically drawn to Gin. He wasn't in love with him, but at the same time Aizen could hardly resist him. He wanted to resist, oh dear gods he wanted to... but every time he tried something just pulled him back. He knew Gin wanted to make love with him, but Aizen wasn't sure if he really could love Gin. Of course, they were having sex, but... to him they were not making love. The sex he was having with Gin was completely different from the sex he had with Orihime. With her it was more soft and gentle – more emotional. More... meaningful. But with Gin, it was rough and wild and intense – more focused on the physical pleasures. Of course, both Gin and Orihime were very satisfying lovers, but with Orihime he felt something that he never could with Gin. Something that went back to even before his memory loss.
"Don't you remember?" Gin asked him, pulling him out of his reverie. A touch of uncertainty in his voice as he spoke to Aizen again. Still breathing slowly and heavily as he looked at him, the smile gone from his features.
"How can you not... remember?"
"I... I don't know." Aizen panted, "I... my body remembers... this... but-"
Aizen made another involuntary noise – something that sounded something like a whimper. Gin tensed around him and Aizen bucked his hips, his body acting upon its own pleasured impulses, almost pushing him over the edge. But despite that, he tried to maintain his composure. Even though right now there wasn't really much composure left - that had already taken leave of him, along with his senses and control over his thoughts and actions. The pleasure was just too intense for him to retain any sense of control.
"But what?" Gin asked, feigning innocence as he spoke, clenching around his lover to make him utterly incapable of forming a complete sentence. "Don't you like it?"
"No... it's not that, I just... ah!"
Aizen's breath hitched as another wave of pleasure crashed over him, taking away his ability to speak. Gin just laughed. Although Aizen didn't love Gin the way he was in love with Orihime, he could hardly deny that this felt good. Not that he could have tried to anyway, not with Gin riding him the way he was.
But that was all it was. Just sex. Pleasurable yes, but not making love. He knew Gin wanted to make love with him – that was pretty obvious. But in reality, Aizen only wanted to make love to Orihime.
Because from her, he got something else that he wasn't getting from Gin. Even before... even before he lost his memory he had felt something for Orihime that was different from his feelings for Gin. Even before he lost his memory she had intrigued him and enchanted him in ways Gin never did. He had fallen for her quite hard. Although in quite a different way. Maybe in another lifetime he could have feelings for Gin... maybe even love him... but in this lifetime Aizen certainly didn't think he could.
"You just... what?" Gin asked him, innocently. "what can possibly be distracting you from this?"
Aizen couldn't help but smile a little at his predicament. Really, this scenario would have seemed absolutely ridiculous if it were not actually happening.
"The fact that this is wrong..." Aizen answered him, still breathing harshly. "that this isn't... this isn't..."
Gin's eyes met his again, and Aizen's voice died off.
"So what if this is wrong..." Gin breathed, still looking affectionately at him, giving his lover a good long look at his blood coloured eyes. "it doesn't matter how wrong it is... it was always wrong..."
"Always?" Aizen asked him, his thoughts now more uncertain than ever as Gin smiled and caressed his face with his hand.
"Yes." Gin whispered. "Always."
Speech then failed him altogether. All he could focus on then wereGin's fingers roaming about him. Touching, feeling, exciting his body and pleasing all of his senses at once.
Gin's lips collided with his own, and that was it, he was gone. Gin was suddenly all lips and tongue. Lips and tongue and hands and hips. With Aizen getting caught up in it all.
It was simply too much.
His only escape was to think about Orihime. Push his mind to focus on her, imagine it was her doing this to him... very soon finding himself wanting to say her name. Of course, he didn't say it, and he had to fight very hard to not call out her name while Gin was currently having his way with him. He didn't call her name, but still, it rose up to his lips, right up to the very tip of his tongue as pleasure devoured him, the past and present colliding all about him. And his body responding without him even knowing the reason why.
When Gin finally broke the kiss, they remained close. So close in fact that their noses were almost touching.
"Do..." Gin breathed quietly, making sure Aizen's were the only ears to ever hear him. "do you want me?"
Aizen's breaths were heavy. His mind was hazy. And he was pretty sure he was out of his fucking mind. But still, right then, despite the protests of both logic and reason, there was no other word but 'yes.'
"Then," Gin said, jerking his hips forward to draw out more moans, smiling seductively. "you can do whatever you want to me."
Gin smiled at his own words. At how he was making it seem like Aizen was in control of this, like he was dominating this when really it was Gin who was in complete command. Riding him relentlessly, enjoying the view and revelling in what it felt like to be on top for once. Taking a few moments to savour the beautiful sight before him before deciding to finally push Aizen over the edge and into sweet oblivion with him.
"Mmm... more." Aizen muttered, stuck somewhere in between madness and delirium. "m- more... G-Gin... p-please, ugh... more..."
Gin's smile widened.
"More?" he said slyly, unable to suppress a little laugh. Aizen never usually begged, usually it was him doing all the begging. "Well, if you insist..."
Gin threw his head back and moaned hard, jerking his hips and riding Aizen over the edge and then some. Pants, moans, and heavy breathing filled the air, and Aizen's world moved. Gin had enticed him in, like a fish to water, and now there was no going back.
The tables had suddenly turned without him noticing, and Gin had very, very quickly taken advantage of his lapse in concentration. The world had moved. The chessboard had been flipped around, and now the roles had been completely reversed. The illusionist had become the illusioned, and Gin had somehow crafted his very own illusion and pulled him into it using nothing but seductive words and intimate touches. It was amazing, if not completely mad.
And if he were in his right mind right now, and if this were happening to anyone else but himself, Aizen would have been proud of Gin's manipulative ability.
But it wasn't. And it was him who was trapped within the confines of Gin's little illusion. Trying to think about Orihime while Gin tried to force him to remember things that, as far as Aizen was concerned, had never actually happened between them.
After all, to him it was just an illusion. Not real. But as he already knew, illusions were powerful things. Things that seemed so real when you were actually in them...
Aizen groaned. He tried to convince himself that it was all just an illusion, that it wasn't real... but Gin wasn't going to let this illusion go without a fight. And Aizen soon realised he was fighting a pointless fight.
"Close..." he said, still panting heavily. Realising that the edge was long gone and he had long since been ridden over it. 'Close' was the only word he could even speak right now.
"Then, just come..." Gin breathed quietly to him again, "just come inside me."
"I... I just..."
Gin felt Aizen shudder, and he swore he could have seen a brief recognition in his lover's eyes. Even if just for a second. And Gin swore then that he would make him remember that they were made for each other. And all that they were to one another. He would make him remember. He would make him.
He would make him...
They had been apart for so long... and Gin had ached for it. But he knew that ache would always fade away when they made love. Always. Nothing was going to be different now. Gin always saw the beauty underneath Aizen's mask. Gin always knew the true Aizen. And he knew that if he could just take off his masks now, then he would have that Aizen back again, he just knew it.
If only he could make him remember...
"Do you remember the last time I rode you like this?" Gin asked him, his voice full of seduction as he slowly let his hands wander back onto Aizen's neck and rest there, still quite breathless. "You may not, but I do..."
Gin smiled softly at him, his voice suddenly becoming more dreamlike as he spoke, as if he were telling a story.
"We were under the moon," he continued, "It was summer. We were on our own, outside... far away from everything... we lost all sense of shame..."
Gin jerked his hips forward again and moaned, making Aizen gasp and shudder again. Aizen tried to look away, to avert his eyes, but Gin's slender fingers gently cupped his face and lifted his chin so he could look at him. So their eyes could meet.
"Don't you remember, Aizen-sama? The grass... the trees. You took me under the moon. I took you inside me, just like this... and then, I rode you. The view was spectacular when you called my name at your moment of pleasure. When you showed me what it was like to stand on top of the world..."
Gin gave one final jerk of his hips, and Aizen met oblivion. With one last shudder, he emptied out into Gin, now completely and utterly breathless. Gin came shortly after, moaning out his climax, barely able to catch his breath again.
"Don't you remember?" Gin whispered, panting heavily as his body began to calm and his heartbeat slowed.
Aizen could find no words to say to answer him. He could only look back into Gin's eyes, as if he would find the answer there. At some point in time Gin had already splattered his release over his body, but he didn't care. He was just trapped. Stuck in this weird and wonderful illusion that had made his entire world shift.
"We were lovers, Sousuke."
They looked into each other's eyes for some time, there in the silence. With Gin hoping that the look on Aizen's face was one of recognition and not something else. And Aizen trying to put all of the broken pieces back together in his head, trying to decipher whether this was reality as Gin had said or simply just an illusion. The both of them completely oblivious to the soft footsteps echoing down the corridor just on the other side of the door as they remained perfectly still, with their breathing slowly calming as the footsteps neared the door.
*blushes, dies* God i got so carried away with this one. But hands down though, this is my favourite chapter. I think out of all 75+ chapters... this is definitely my fave. Well, i love it if nobody else does. Especially the bit where Gin talks about the past... i'm not even going to say why. Ahh~ when i write that part in the backstory i'm gonna have so much fun...
I'm so glad all my insiders are all for the AiGin. I don't know what i would do otherwise. But Skiggle summarised it perfectly: "THOLN without the AiGin wouldn't exist, because then they wouldn't want a kid, and then they would never have Orihime being used to be a mom.". If i ever need an excuse for the AiGin, that is the one i will use ^^
anyway. Much love to Zerolr for all her help with the brainstorming that i needed – i couldn't have set out these chapters without her. And also and for suggesting the twist with Aizen wanting to say Orihime's name during the sex. It was genius. But sadly not my genius. And Skiggy too for all the gushing.
I know it was easy to compose. And that the words flowed pretty much nonstop, but it was still a big challenge though, so... do be gentle with me if you comment. Both parts 1 and 2 of this were not without their many difficulties.
And on that note, This was pretty much just setup... so i will leave you to speculate.
