Business first: Phantom of the Opera and Love Never Dies (the POTO sequel) mentioned are not mine. They belong to Lord Andrew Lloyd Webber.
Much love to all my wonderful readers and reviewers. I am happy people are enjoying my little story. I love reading all your comments so much.
Notes: sap, angsting (because its in the heirverse), and sexual fantasy. Nsfw at the end. Author being complete AiGin Phantom trash. Sly, slight references to Heir.
Chapter 5: What do you want?
Once Aizen left them, and was well out of sight and earshot, Rangiku let out the little squeal she'd been suppressing.
"Ahh, Gin, you've got a date tonight!" she sang, gently swinging Gin's hands from side to side. And Gin had to laugh despite himself. At Ran's giddiness. At his own odd feeling of giddy excitement at the scheduled dinner with Aizen. At the ridiculousness of it all, because Aizen would never be serious about him.
But Ran's normally right about people in love. The thought occurred to him. Could he be serious about me? And what about me? What do I feel?
Gin shook the thoughts out of his head. Those were things to be answered alone in his own room, not here with Rangiku. Besides, the man was a player. He reminded himself. It was pointless to feel anything about him. But then, why the giddiness? Perhaps Rangiku's excitement was infectious. Yes, that was it.
"I do, don' I?" he answered her, a smile plastered on his face, despite his reservations on the man.
"Ouu, you're excited." she teased him, which only earnt her a little scowl as he gently swatted her hand away.
"Oh, shut up. I aint excited." 'sides, I'm only bein' toyed with. I gotta remember that.
"Yeah." she said, a smug smirk on her face now. "And the sky is green."
Gin shot her another scowl, only drawing out another teasing laugh from her.
. . .
Sousuke could not believe his luck as he made his way back to division five. Trying hard to keep his mask of calmness in place to hide his giddiness. To keep himself from laughing.
I can't believe it. He said yes. We are going out tonight. This is perfect. And if he just so happens to have a little too much wine and tries to seduce me, well...
He could feel Kyouka Suigetsu bristling at his side.
You keep this up and you will drive him away forever. She hissed at him.
Will you relax, Kyouka? Sousuke told her. Not at all eager to listen to an encore of her lectures on common decency and what constituted appropriate behaviour. I won't do anything he doesn't want me to. I will be a perfect gentleman around him. I will be on my best behaviour.
That answer seemed to mollify his sword, and Sousuke sighed with relief. Things truly were difficult with an uncooperative zanpaktou. Even basic things.
How about you just be yourself? She asked gently.
Myself?
The question brought him up short.
He thought of the carefully constructed mask he'd created over the years. All the false words he'd spoken to get what he wanted. To work his way into a position of power. All the lies he'd told his countless lovers to get them into his bed – that he loved them, they were beautiful, they were the only one he ever wanted – only to leave them after a night of sating his need because it was far too dangerous to get attached to anyone. No wonder the boy was repulsed by him. He knew exactly who Aizen was.
Player. Breaker of hearts. User. Liar.
No wonder Gin didn't like him.
He stopped walking for a moment, listening to the birds in the trees as the realisation hit. Suddenly feeling very small. He'd have to do a lot of convincing and so much work to get Gin to warm to him.
But he never could resist a challenge when one presented itself to him. And he always got what he wanted in the end. Always.
And he wanted Gin. Badly.
But most of all, he wanted Gin to smile at him. To look at him with love.
The thought of it caused that warmth to spread through his chest like wildfire again, and curl it's tendrils along his limbs. He imagined seeing that look on Gin's face would feel very different from seeing the looks of adoration his other lovers gave him. They all loved him stupidly, blindly. Not knowing they were a piece in his games. He had a feeling Gin would be different.
And our hands fit so perfectly together, as if they were crafted to hold each other. And he made no effort to disengage them.
That last thought made his heart stop. Yes. Of course. When he'd taken Gin's hand in his, Gin had made no effort to pull away, to extricate his fingers from Sousuke's grip. None whatsoever. The knowledge made his breath catch in his throat.
Yes. He must like me a little bit, to allow such a thing.
Somewhere in the recesses of his mind, Kyouka Suigetsu sighed softly. All her anger evaporated. Oh, Sousuke, of course he does.
Sousuke sighed and took a few steps over to a nearby tree, leaning against the rough bark. Trying not to smile and failing dismally. He covered his mouth with his hand to hide it, since smiling so much would only invite prying questions, but thankfully no-one was around to see. No-one to put his mask on for. So he decided to allow himself to indulge such giddiness, and even allowed a little laugh to escape his throat.
Yes. Gin still liked him. The game was still on. He was still a player and Gin a piece to be moved and manipulated. Rolled between his fingertips.
But is that what I want? Really? Another game?
That was the important question. What did he want?
He wanted... he closed his eyes softly and thought again of Gin. His little Lolita. His darling. He recalled the feel of Gin's hand in his, instantly evoking an absolute replica of him on the underside of his eyelids. A ghost in natural colours. His shyness, the heat in his face, breathless voice, the tinge of pink on Gin's cheeks while he prattled on about Gin's hand and how they fit together perfectly and thinking all the while that yes, they were made to be together.
The image morphed, changing, and he imagined Gin's smile, soft and clinging, under heavily-lidded eyes gazing at him across his bed. Their bed. He imagined gently, quietly, pulling Gin into his arms and kissing those soft lips. Tasting that warm, wet tongue. Coaxing the softest of moans from that lovely throat.
He sighed with content and opened his eyes again. Less sure of what he wanted now than he'd been earlier. He wanted Gin, that much was certain. But in what context? A one night stand? A fling to pass some time? As a toy to play with, to break his heart for amusement like he'd done to so many others before him?
He wanted...
He sighed again. Perhaps there were no words for what he wanted. None that he could form, anyway. But after playing mind games so convincingly and for so long, he supposed he lost the ability to form such a concept even in his thoughts. There was only a vague feeling that all of those scenarios somehow felt... wrong. That he couldn't, try as he might, imagine himself smashing Gin's heart to pieces, or only being with Gin for a night. Even if one night was all Gin was supposed to get, because any more than one night with anyone went against all the rules of the game.
He turned his thoughts to his zanpaktou, hoping for answers, but she remained silent. And he knew then that he'd have to work it out on his own. What he wanted, what he didn't want... he'd have to work those things out with a lot of wine and time.
For now, though, he'd just play the game and see what happened.
Sousuke pushed himself off the tree and started walking again, wishing he could skive off work and leave his captain, Shinji, to fend for himself. He was really not in the mood to deal with that asshole today. Especially not after such a perfect encounter with his darling Gin. Captain Hirako would would doubtlessly make some jibe or cutting remark that would destroy his good mood. In fact, he'd rather just go home and have a nice, hot cup of tea and play on his new grand piano for a while. Maybe even finish off the aria he was composing.
Oh, fuck it. They will survive one day without me.
He quickly turned and changed the direction he was walking in. heading for home instead of division five, where a pot of tea and an unwritten song called out to him. If anyone noticed his absence, then they noticed. He'd just tell them he wasn't feeling well and had to go home. He was sure some of his students in Gin's class could attest to that.
. . .
Sousuke set the pot full of still steaming tea on the table and sat on his armchair, utterly content. He held his mug in his hands and relaxed into the comfortable chair. So glad he'd blown off his duties as a vice captain, at least for today. Tomorrow he'd have to return to them, which would no doubt bring about more stress, but at least for the remainder of today he could relax and unwind.
He held his mug in his hands, letting the warmth seep into his skin, and took a sip, allowing the tea to warm his body from the inside out. It had nothing on the warm feeling Gin gave him, of course, but it was still very pleasant. And an excellent way to end a very stressful day.
He drank the tea slowly, savouring the flavours as he worked out the next notes to his song in his head. Picturing the pen moving across the empty score sheet. Perhaps he could play it for Gin when it was finished. Gin did like music. And from what he'd heard from Rangiku earlier today – while pretending to be immersed in a trembling book, waiting for the opportunity to approach – they'd been to see the Phantom of the Opera together at the theatre. Sousuke smiled to himself. His little darling had excellent taste. Phantom had one of the best musical scores and storylines around. He was sure he had some of the songs lying around here somewhere. Perhaps he could play it now to pass some time before Gin came to meet him.
He set his tea down and picked up a worn leather folder he kept on the little shelf under his coffee table, where he kept his musical scores. He opened the folder and thumbed through the songs. Most were his own compositions, though some were songs he'd collected over the years. Beethoven. Bach. Mozart. Lord Andrew Lloyd Webber's works were more recent acquirements, so they were near the back. Love Never dies. Beneath a Moonless Sky. Angel of Music. Point of no Return.
Ah, here we are, Music of the Night. He smiled to himself again. Perhaps I should take Matsumoto-sans advice and seduce my Gin by playing it for him. There's a good idea. I could bewitch him, like the Phantom did Christine. Be his angel of music.
The next thought came unbidden, but it caused a wide smile to creep it's way across his face.
I could make him mine.
He turned his eyes down to the notes of the song in his hands. It was one of his own arrangements, a re-conceptualisation of the original melody, made to add some spice to it, because the original seemed too simple without a voice to sing the words. So he'd filled the silences with notes and little embellishments to give it depth and breadth and life.
Strangely enough, now he thought about it, Matsumoto's comment had been true; he'd had Gin in the forefront of his mind when he composed this arrangement. And many other songs besides, while drinking tea and smoking cigarettes. For the first time truly understanding the Phantom and how someone could inspire the creation of such beauty.
I wonder if he would sing it for me, he thought idly, While I played the notes.
He slid the score back into the folder and, glancing at the clock on the wall. Four o clock. There was plenty of time to pass until Gin arrived. Enough time to shower and change ready to go out with Gin, and then finish his aria. He might even play a couple of songs if Gin was running late, but he doubted it with the eagerness of Gin's friend to set them up with each other. But it always paid to plan ahead.
. . .
He trudged through the hall and up the stairs to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him and opening the glass door to the shower. He turned the water on, to give it time to warm up before he got in, and slowly peeled off his uniform, throwing it onto the floor. Glad to be out of the dirty thing. His socks and boxers soon followed. Naked, he took a deep relaxed breath, and stepped under the hot water, shutting himself in and letting it relax his tired muscles and soak his body. His mind drifting off as the water dripped down his skin.
Naturally, his mind sought Gin again, and set to imagining all the possible scenarios that could play out following their evening together. One such scenario involved a morning shower together. And made him wonder what Gin looked like, under those new black clothes...
He could imagine it clearly, already aroused at the thought...
Gin's deft fingers were working to untie the knot holding his black uniform, the garment sliding off his pale shoulders, his smile seductive and full of promises.
"Shower with me?" Gin asked, dropping his trousers. Sousuke looked at him, smiling. Gin's words were a question, but the demand was clear: make love to me in your shower.
"Of course."
Sousuke followed his darling into the shower, closing the glass door behind them while Gin turned on the water. Jumping at the temperature.
"S'cold." Gin said, shivering a little. It always did take a while to warm the water up. "Warm me up?"
Aizen smiled down at him, playing the innocent. If just for a reaction. "Oh? How?"
It was Gin's turn to smile, now. Quietly, lifting his slender arms up and around Sousuke's neck, he pulled the man in for a deep, lingering kiss. Making sure to press his naked body against him so Aizen could feel his erection against his skin.
"You know how."
Sousuke groaned and leant his forearm against the tiled shower wall, arousal in full effect.
Fuck. Just thinking about him makes me hard. It's a good thing I have extreme levels of self control around him, otherwise I'd be in trouble.
But there was no need for restraint here in the privacy of his own home. No-one was watching him now, so he gave in to it. He let his hand move to grip his hard and aching cock and started stroking it slowly, biting his lip, building up a pace as the rest of the fantasy unfolded itself...
He removed his fingers from Gin, having thoroughly prepared his darling for him, enjoying the gasps and groans and soft noises Gin emitted. He lifted Gin's body up by the hips and pinned him with his back against the tiled wall before plunging his arousal into Gin with a grunt. Gin's arms around his neck, clinging to him for support. He leant in and kissed Gin again, pushing his tongue in to taste his darling's warm, wet tongue. Coaxing out more soft moans as the hot water rained down on them, plastering their hair to their heads.
When he broke the kiss, Gin's breaths were heavy, his chest heaving as it had the time Aizen took his hand.
"Sousuke." Gin panted, his voice a breathy whisper. "Fuck m- ahh!"
Sousuke smirked. His thrust had been well timed so Gin's demand had become a strangled cry of delight. He paused for a moment, savouring the look of ecstasy on Gin's face, knowing that only he would be able to draw such sounds from Gin. That only he would be the one to send Gin to a land of ecstasy like this.
"More." Gin breathed. "Harder."
The sight of Gin's face flushed with heat, coupled with the feeling of Gin's walls tight around him made Sousuke definitely willing to comply. He pulled out almost completely, and then slammed back into Gin. Repeatedly. Setting a relentless pace because he didn't have the time or patience to start slow. Enjoying each and every one of Gin's moans of pleasure – no, ecstasy – and the way Gin's beautiful fingers tangled themselves in his dark, wet hair. Only able to say Aizen's name. And the word fuck.
"Sousuke," Gin cried, delirious with the pleasure, not even caring who heard, "Ah! Sousuke. Fu-fuck. Sousuke! Fuck!"
Hearing his beautiful gin moaning his name with such passion was enough to drive him wild. He lowered his lips to Gin's neck and started kissing and sucking the soft flesh, seeing what other delicious sounds he could pull out of Gin while fucking him against a wall.
"Mmm, oh, Sou..."
"Yes, Gin?"
"S'good. Do that s'more."
He repeated the action, sucking hard enough to leave large bruises. And Gin made some sort of noise that was a cross between a hum and a moan. Whatever it was, it was music to Aizen's ears.
He thrust into Gin's welcoming body a few more times before Gin camped down around him, climaxing with a loud, strangled cry. Spraying semen up Aizen's stomach. Gin's whole body shuddered, and his grip on Aizen's hair tightened and pulled while his free hand clung to Aizen's back. Sousuke followed shortly after. A few more groans and and thrusts later, he fell into oblivion after Gin, pumping out into his lover, panting and breathless...
Shuddering with his release, Aizen returned to reality with a sigh. He'd have to clean the shower again now, but at least his mind was clear again and his evening with Gin wouldn't be tainted with such bodily reactions. At least he hoped so, anyway. With a contented sigh, he reached for a sponge and some body wash, and set to cleaning his body. Grateful he'd chosen to shower first.
