A/n – I've put an Heirverse chronology/story list on my profile, so if you're curious or want to read more, everything should be easy to find rather than you having to trawl through my huge stories list.

On this: NSFW at all. In the slightest. Actually I am not sure this whole fic is safe for work given the age gap between them and how very May-December their relationship is. Oh well. I will go down with this ship anyway.

The opening scene I write for G. For the penis comment.

Chapter 13: Two can play this

Gin let out a loud moan when Sousuke's mouth engulfed him and those gorgeous lips moved from the tip to the base of his hard cock. That tongue licking all the way down the shaft of him and then back up again.

"Oh gods," Gin rasped again, "Oh gods, oh gods-" his fingers grabbed the sheets under him, fisted in the pillow under his head, "Aizen-sama! Fuck! You- you- oh, shit. Good. That's so-"

Gin groaned again and arched his back, letting Aizen work his magic. Gods, if he's like this, it's no wonder they all want him!

Gin leant his head back, moaning, gasping, panting. Trying to form words and failing. Unable to even form a complete sentence, only breathless profanities and Aizen's name. Feeling the man's mouth devour the full length of him over and over, sucking in a breath as heat speared him right through to his core and spread right down to his extremeties. It felt good. So good. So damn good.

"Sousuke," Gin moaned, "Sousuke... You- fu-fuck-"

He knew he was babbling, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was Sousuke pleasing him. Sousuke's mouth around him, sucking long and hard. Gin wanted it to continue, wanted more of this new pleasure consuming him, so he lifted his hips up off the bed. Bucking them up so he could meet Aizen's mouth, his throat. He wanted to grab a handful of his dark hair and... but a strong hand pushed him back down again. Those gorgeous lips leaving him with a soft pop.

"No," Sousuke told him. The tone was soft, yet Gin knew the words were an order. "Lie still."

Gin swallowed, catching sight of the hungry, demanding, possessive look in Aizen's deep chocolate eyes, and did as he was told. Aizen smiled at him, and he was immediately rewarded for his obedience with Aizen Sousuke's skilled lips and dexterous tongue resuming their task. Gin shuddered with the pleasure of it. Desire licking its way up his spine. Gin could feel those lips run smoothly up and down the length of him, adjusting to his shape. He could feel that warm, wet tongue licking up him, trailing around in slow circles around the very tip of him. One of Sousuke's hands firmly pressing his hip down into the mattress, keeping him still while the other grasped the base of his hard cock. Each sensation serving only to add fuel to the fire consuming him from the inside out, and tether him to the man currently giving his body pleasure. The man's spiritual energy circling around him, keeping him pressed down even if there weren't any other devious restraints.

Not that Gin wanted any of this to stop, at all.

He moaned again as the man hummed around him, and spewed out yet more profanities.

"Oh, shit." he gasped, "Fu-fuck tha's good. Sousuke... Sousuke... oh. Oh, gods..."

He could hear Aizen's little hum of amusement, keenly aware of the vibrations it sent through him. He was also keenly aware that was his first complete sentence since the man had started pleasing him, which was probably why Aizen was so amused. But the thought became irrelevent when those lips and tongue became more insistent, increasing the rhythm, sending jolts of pleasure through Gin's body. Pushing him further and further towards the edge of the world.

"Sousuke!" Gin gasped, delirious with lust. The pleasurable sensations making him breathe heavy and hard. His fingers gripping the sheets like his life depended on it. "Oh, oh gods."

Gin could feel the pleasure building up inside him, curling around the base of his spine, filling his stomach, and pooling around his groin. It kept pouring into him, filling him up and sloshing around inside him. He had a vague thought that when it filled him completely it would have to go somewhere – but the idea was dismissed when Sousuke's hand, the one on his hip, moved to rest on his navel. Along with the sensation of being taken deeper into Sousuke's throat, which was enough to push him into oblivion. His vision whited out, and with a loud moan and one final cry of "Sousuke!", Gin came fiercely into the man's mouth, pumping out what felt like an endless amount of cum before his body went limp. He sank back into the mattress, chest heaving, as he tried to catch his breath. Panting hard.

"Wow," Gin sighed, "That was... an experience."

He was answered with a soft chuckle as Sousuke crawled over the bed to lay down beside him. "I should say so," he smiled lazily, "You only managed one complete sentence."

Gin turned his head to face him, a smile on his lips and a laugh in his throat, "Didn' realise you were keeping track."

Sousuke's smile morphed into a smirk as he gazed across at Gin. Gin had a fleeting question in his mind about what happened to the fluid he'd emptied out into Aizen's delicious and highly skilled mouth earlier – but since the man hadn't even left the bed, the logical conclusion was that he'd swallowed it all.

Gin lay on his back, his breathing slowing down to its normal rate again, and watched the world around him come back into focus. He reached to find the fabric of his yukata and pulled it across his body to cover his nakedness before rolling onto his stomach with a contented sigh.

"Well, that was a nice way ta start my day." he grinned.

Sousuke gave him another light laugh, "Yes, I imagine it is."

"It's certainly an improvement over yesterday." Gin gave his bed companion a lazy, warm smile of his own. "Cooked breakfast, comfy bed..."

"And me."

Gin raised his eyebrows at the smugness in his voice, at the smirk, but he only smiled mischievously in return. Deciding to play along with this little game.

"And you." Gin agreed, watching the older man's smile widen with satisfaction.

"Though as much as I'd like to stay in yer bed," Gin told him, "I do need ta get a shower."

Sousuke gave him another of his soft smiles. "Of course. I'll get you some fresh towels and clean clothes. The bathroom is down the hall on the right."

"Thanks," Gin smiled, quite looking forward to feeling clean again and wearing some clean clothes. "I guess I'll wait here while ya get th' towels and some clean clothes."

"Alright." Sousuke smiled warmly, gently caressing Gin's cheek before moving to get off the bed. Gin watched him stand and walk over to the wardrobe in the corner of the room and take out a fresh towel, then search through the neatly folded clothes to find something that would fit Gin's small frame.

"Hm, I should have something in here that will fit you. Let me see if I can find you something..."

"S'alright. Take yer time."

Gin watched him for a few moments, gaze fixed on those broad shoulders and his strong back. And those very skilled lips that not so very long ago had been...

Gin felt heat rush to his face at the thought of it, and tried to push the thought aside. He couldn't let Aizen see him go pink again. It would only invite more teasing, and laughter. And besides that he needed to stop blushing like a teenage girl in front of the man anyway. Better if Aizen didn't see it.

"Aha, here." Aizen's voice brought him back to reality. "This one might fit you."

Gin watched, intrigued, as Sousuke strode back over to him and handed him a large white fluffy towel, and a casual yukata. A dark blue thing with narrow white vertical stripes down it. Sousuke held the clothes out to him, smiling.

"It might be a little bit big on you, but it should suffice until I can wash your own clothes. I'll leave you to wash and dress. You can use my bath products. I'll be downstairs when you're ready."

Gin nodded. "'kay. I'll go shower now."

"Sousuke grinned at him. "Take your time." he drawled, giving Gin a quick kiss before leaving Gin to his own devices.

. . .

Gin shivered as he closed the bathroom door, letting his back rest against the polished wood. He closed his eyes and tried to focus through the conflicting emotions inside him, and theough the reactions of his traitorous body.

"Oh gods," he whispered, "Okay Gin, ya gotta calm down. This's normal, everythin's fine. Yer jus' still wound up from earlier. Jus' calm yerself down an' get a shower." He took a deep breath, in and out in an attempt to settle himself.

He locked the door behind him, so Aizen wouldn't get any ideas and come creeping after him into the shower, and walked into the bathroom. He let his yukata slip from his shoulders and fall to the floor in a pool at his feet and stood, naked, as he examined the bathroom.

It was every bit as elegant as the rest of the house. Cream tiles under his feet, a white ceramic sink with shining silver taps, snd in a corner, a large shower with a glass door and walls. Gin opened the door and stepped inside, noting again it was clean and spotless. Had it been cleaned recently? He wondered. But then he thought that this was Aizen-san, so of course it had been, since the man was always so clean and tidy and organised.

Once he'd closed himself inside the shower, Gin turned on the hot water and let it warm and roll over his skin. He let it relax his muscles and ease his mind. Despite his best efforts, though, Gin's thoughts drifted back over to his earlier activities with Aizen-sama, and the way that gorgeous mouth of his has sucked and stroked and teased... and that tongue. Oh, that tongue...

It was Shinsou's snickering that interrupted that train of thought.

Are you quite sure you don't need a coldshower instead, Gin?

Gin frowned, choosing not to respond. But Shinsou changed his tune.

Well, thatwas certainly an enjoyable way to begin your day, wasn't it?

Gin couldn't fight the grin creeping over his face. I aint gonna lie, Shin, it really was. Though it wasn' supposed ta happen. It was a miscalculation on my part.

Psh, 'miscalculation', Shinsou snorted, Please. You wanted it. You can't lie to me, Gin, I ama part of you after all. You loved having him order you and tell you what to do.

Gin felt another shudder of desire lick up his spine as he recalled that firm, commanding voice. Those hungry eyes smouldering with lust.

No. Lie still.

Gin had to bite his bottom lip as the desire pooled in his groin again. Which only prompted more laughter from Shinsou that he mentally swatted away.

He's a player. Gin reminded himself. I gotta remember that.

Yes, Shinsou agreed. But that doesn't mean you can't play his game and keep his eyes fixed on you and only you.

Gin digested that. Turning his zanpaktou's words over and over in his mind. Play his game? How could he do that? And more importantly, how could he do that if just a mere touch and a well timed command made him incapable of even speaking a full sentence and turned him into a babbling mess. And then there were his kisses that had an even worse affect on him...

Gin sighed. He supposed he'd think of something eventually. Something clever and amazing that would make him the only one Aizen Sousuke would ever look at. The only one sharing his bed. The only one he'd ever kiss and pleasure with that gorgeous mouth of his.

Yes. Gin thought, I suppose I canplay his little game. The question is, how?

. . .

Sousuke hummed a happy tune to himself as he cracked an egg into the frying pan on the stove, making his own cooked breakfast now that his Gin's needs had been tended to. A very satisfied grin spread quickly across his face, the images clear in his mind as he lay the bacon slices beside the egg in the pan to cook. Gin's fingers fisting in the sheets, those low moans and cries of his name, the immediate obeying of his command... all of which were turning him on quite fiercely.

Well, you certainly weren't lying when you said you wanted a taste of him. Kyouka interjected, I assume you got what you wanted, judging from the big grin on your face.

He smiled. "I always get what I want. Surely you of all beings should know this."

Of course, Aizen-sama. It is just nice to see you looking so pleased. You don't usually... give your partners pleasure. At least not with your mouth.

Sousuke thought about it for a moment. Indeed, it was usually the other way around, with his partner of the night pleasing him. He never gave any of them pleasure orally. In bed, he was always a taker, never a giver. And yet, he'd given Gin pleasure that way without a second thought. On a whim, almost. But then – he smiled to himself – the sight of Gin's body exposed for only his eyes, had been breathtaking. And the contrast of Gin's fair skin against the dark blue of his yukata was simply gorgeous.

Aizen-sama, Kyouka called to him, You're burning your bacon.

What?

Indeed, the smell of burning things hit his nose, and he looked down at the pan to find the bacon turning black, and his egg more than a little overcooked. He quickly turned the stove off and frowned down at his burnt meal. Sighing in frustration, he walked over to the bin and scraped the burnt black mess into it. Trying not to listen to Kyouka Suigetsu's giggling at his expense, because he was a man who prided himself on never burning food.

Hehe, it must be love if he made you burn your bacon.

Sousuke only frowned, and put more bacon in the pan to fry, and made himself a bacon sandwich instead of a full breakfast.

He set the plate with his bacon sandwich onto the table and then sat down to enjoy his breakfast. He'd only just lifted the sandwich up to his mouth when he sensed Gin's presence, heard his soft footsteps on the tiled floor of the kitchen, heard Gin's soft voice calling him.

"Sousuke?"

And his eyes darted up from his sandwich to the slender, beautiful figure in the doorway wearing his clothes. He sat, sandwich in his hands, staring across at Gin. The yukata was definitely a bit on the big side. Particularly the sleeves, as they covered Gin's hands totally. But the dark colour suited him, and he'd be lying if he said Gin didn't look adorable wearing it. On him, the garment came down to his knees, and he often wore it when the sticky heat of summer grew too much. But on Gin it fell to his ankles.

Close your mouth, Aizen-sama, Kyouka gently prompted him, You are catching flies.

"Gin," he smiled, "You look nice. I see the clothes fit."

Gin's smile widened at the compliment. "Thanks. It's a lil bit big though. The sleeves are kinda long."

Gin lifted his hand up to show how the sleeve covered his long and delicate fingers.

"It's fine. You can roll the sleever back if they get annoying. Come and sit down."

Gin walked slowly Thought ya'd have a fry up yerself."

Sousuke shrugged. Not mentioning that his attempt of making a fry up for himself turned into a burnt black mess currently residing in the bin. "A bacon sandwich was easier."

Gin grinned across the table at him, "You didn' strike me as a type ta be a lazy cook."

Sousuke smiled. "Only when I cook for myself. How are you feeling, anyway? Has the headache gone?"

Gin grimaced. Obviously his head was still pounding.

"I have some painkillers, if you want."

Gin shook his head. "Nah, I'll be alrigh'. It's goin' off a bit. I just need ta avoid loud noises."

"Alright. If you're sure."

"I'm sure."

Sousuke smiled across at his Gin and took a bite out of his sandwich. If only every day could be like this, he thought, enjoying the feeling of Gin's eyes on him.

Who says it can't be? Kyouka asked him. The question bouncing around the insides of his skull. It's only you who's saying it can't be. There's really no-one standing in your way but you. If I had my way, you'd be together like this every day and be happy.

Sousuke frowned. Yes, well, you can't, he told her. Knowing full well that sword spirits were forbidden to interfere in such matters. You know my reasons. I'll have to leave here eventually so it is best if I do not develop any attachments.

He heard his zanpaktou huff indignantly, but otherwise remain silent. Good. He'd had quite enough of her nagging for one day.

"What're you thinkin' about?" Gin inquired, snapping him out of his thoughts. "Ya looked real serious there."

Sousuke's gaze lifted up to meet Gin's. "Oh. Just a little disagreement with my zanpaktou. Nothing for you to worry about."

But Gin's expression told him that he didn't buy that explanation for a second.

"Ya sure?" Gin probed.

"I'm sure."

"Alright." Gin conceded, deciding to let it go, for the moment, "But ya know, if ya ever wanna talk 'bout anythin', ya can always talk ta me."

Now, that answer surprised him. Though it wasn't an unwelcome surprise. A warm and soft smile passed his lips.

"Thankyou, Gin. I'll keep that in mind."

He glanced up again and caught sight of the brightest grin on his darling's face, and that absolutely made his day. It also told him that gin wanted to be his sole confidant, and Sousuke couldn't help the warmth that spread through his chest at the sentiment.

"Anytime, Sousuke." Gin replied, watching as Sousuke ate his sandwich.

"Your house is lovely, by the way." Gin told him,

Sousuke smiled. "You haven't seen the garden."

Gin looked very pleasantly surprised at this. "There's a garden?"

"Of course there is. Let me finish my sandwich and I'll show you."

. . .

"Oh, wow." Gin gasped as he stepped out into the garden. "It's beautiful. Did you do this yourself?"

"Most of it." Sousuke told him. "The rose bushes at the back were already here when I bought the house. I'm thinking of getting a koi pond installed."

Gin looked around the lovely green space. It was very spacious, with a patio by the back door with a table and chairs, with a small pair of pruning shears resting on the table. The fence at the far back was unpainted, and a splattering of flowers grew all the way along it, interspersed with bushes that held roses of all colours. Red, yellow, pink, and white. There was a red acer tree, too, by the brick wall at the side, thick with leaves.

"I didn't know you gardened." Gin told him. To which Sousuke just smiled.

"There's a lot you don't know about me."

Gin smiled, "I know you like me."

Sousuke had to chuckle at that. "That is true."

Gin's gaze drifted over the colourful flowers around him, and wondered how long it had taken to get the garden this beautiful.

"What kinda flowers are these?" Gin asked him. "I dunno much about flowers."

He felt Sousuke walk over to stand next to him, and felt the man's hand settle on his shoulder.

"That's okay. I'll teach you."

Gin, being uneducated in the classification of flora, always thought flowers were just flowers. But the gentle gardener began to educate him and correct his ignorance.

"The purple ones there are iris." Sousuke told him, pointing to the purple blooms, "the yellow ones scattered between them are daffodils. There-" his finger moved across the flowerbed, Gin's eyes following it, "-those multicoloured ones by the fence, the ones that look like little spears... those are gladioli. Traditionally the flower of the gladiators."

Gin grinned at him. "So, if ya gave me one of those, would that be you sayin' im yer gladiator er somethin'?"

He watched Sousuke smile knowingly at him. "It might mean that," he said, "But it could also mean something else depending on the context." He paused, waiting for Gin to decipher his words before he continued, "But if we are discussing the language of flowers..."

He let his hand fall from Gin's shoulder and walked over to the metal table on the patio to pick up a pair of small handheld pruning shears. Gin watched him take them over to the small cluster of red flowers growing by the fence and kneel beside them just a few paces away. "Then I think perhaps giving you a red tulip would be more appropriate."

He held the stem of the tulip at the middle, so the flower wouldn't fall into the dirt, and snapped the shears closed around the base of the stem, seperating it from its roots. Rising carefully to his feet, he strode the few paces back over to Gin, smiling gently as he held the freshly cut flower out to him.

"For you."

Gin reached out and took the flower hesitantly, their fingers gently touching as the vibrant red flower changed hands.

"Oh... Thankyou," Gin replied softly.

He hadn't known it then, in that moment, but Gin was holding onto a declaration of love in the language of flowers.