a/n: I had WAY too much fun writing this one. Hope you enjoy.

Notes: very, very NSFW for Aizen's general perviness. And also for Aizen dirty talking, manipulating, wanting to throw caution out the window, being possessive as all hell, continuing his chessboarding, touching Gin and finding any excuse possible to touch Gin, and testing the control he has.

Again, I had way too much fun. But there's also some mentions of Aizen's glasses that I really enjoy here, too. And Aizen putting his foot in it right at the end.

Pretty much written to "KiLLER LADY" sung by GUMI (by Hachiouji-p and q*Left) ,the english cover of the same song by Razzy and Road, and Wildfire by Circrush :)

Chapter 19: Pinned Under my Thumb

Yes, Sousuke.

Aizen smiled. Gin knew, or at least he must have had some idea, of the effect those words would have on him. Because the smile playing across his darling little fox's face suggested he knew something. A part of him was impressed; his Gin was finally learning how to play the game. The other, greater part of him was very aroused, and wanted nothing else but to pin Gin down, rip off his clothes, and completely control, dominate and roughly take young Gin's virginity right now. Consequences be damned. To make Gin scream his name to the high heavens until his voice went hoarse. Give him so much pleasure and fuck him so hard he wouldn't be able to walk straight for weeks. Preferably on his hands and knees so Aizen could take him from behind.

He wanted to. He really, really wanted to.

But he didn't. He resisted the impulse. Because he'd promised. Because these things couldn't be rushed. Because quick, hard fucks on his couch had long ago lost all his interest and were, quite frankly, boring for him now. No, he had to wait until Gin was ready. Because Gin deserved more than just a quick fuck. He wanted Gin to remember their night together, brand himself into Gin's brain and into his skin for all of eternity, so Gin would remember him even centuries after he left and broke his heart.

And if he were honest, Sousuke wanted more than that, too. But then, he wasn't the honest type.

But nevermind that, it would make the endgame all the sweeter if Gin's night with him was an unforgettable one. When the time came to take a hold of his metaphorical revolver and shoot it into Gin's heart.

Yes... it was a sweet thought. But for now, right now, he had to focus on his next move in the game. Gin had moved his piece, it was time to move his own. Sousuke took in a deep, if somewhat shaky breath to steady himself. To calm some of the desire burning through him from the inside out. Because he wanted Gin's experience with him to be unforgettable, a memory that would never die. Not even after twenty, forty... eighty years. And it wouldn't be if he couldn't control himself now. Although, the way they were now, Gin was making that very difficult for him. He took in another breath, trying to maintain his iron grip of self control.

"Yes," he breathed, "That's perfect."

He planted another kiss onto the skin of Gin's neck, and the action drew out the softest of moans from Gin's throat. He pulled away for just long enough to smile – no, smirk – and whisper again. The warmth of his breath sending a little shiver through his Gin's little body, still pinned underneath him.

"That's perfect, Gin," he said, taking another slow, soft breath, arousal coiling around him. Gin sighed underneath him. "Perfect."

Gin gave out a soft cry as Sousuke clamped his lips down onto his neck again, sinking his teeth into the warm, yielding flesh. Gin's cry morphing into a rather loud, pleasured moan ad Sousuke laid siege to his bare neck. Kissing, sucking, biting. Leaving his marks. Claiming every inch of skin he could reach. Marking what was his, and what would only be his. Oh, others could look. But he'd never in a million years let them touch. Never let them kiss. Never let them fuck what was his. Gin belonged to him. Had done since he'd laid eyes on the boy, and each of Gin's gasps, pants and moans at his touches only reinforced this. As did each of the bruises slowly flowering under his darling's pale skin. On his neck, collarbones, chest. Each one dark and purple.

Sousuke pulled his lips away to look down at Gin beneath him, taking in that look of wild abandon, heaving chest, heavily lidded eyes, skin flushed with the heat of desire and arousal. He couldn't help but smile and admire his work.

Yes, you know, don't you? You are mine and mine alone.

You will be what I make of you.

"Sousuke..." Gin sighed, breathless and lustful. Sousuke smiled down at him, dark eyes smouldering with lust and hunger.

For good or ill, you will be what I make you.

"Yes, Gin?" he asked, letting his hand move lazily down Gin's lithe body, slowly tracing from between his collarbones and pausing just as his fingertips reached Gin's stomach and navel. He took a moment to truly savour the moment the unarticulated lust and desire in Gin's expression, in his eyes, before Gin found the words to answer him.

"Don't stop."

Aizen let his hand glide down his Gin's body further, enjoying the little gasp his darling emitted when his fingers pushed down the trousers in the way and curled around his erection. Gin doubtlessly trying to work out exactly when his nether regions sprung to attention. Doubtlessly a little bit embarrassed too, of just how easily aroused he was. How easy it was for Sousuke to wind him into such a state.

"Oh," Aizen answered him, fingers beginning to move slowly up and down the length of Gin's penis. His glasses sliding down his nose as he smirked down at Gin. Tongue licking his upper lip. Glasses, like his self control, his mask, sliding off him. "Don't worry, I wasn't planning to stop."

He jerked his hand, making Gin cry out again, small hands searching for purchase on his shoulders, squeezing him tightly. The glasses slid even further down his face, then, briefly lifting his focus off Gin. An infuriated scowl crossed his features as he lifted his hand away from Gin, sitting up just enough so that he could remove the offending things from his face. He threw the glasses over his shoulder, and then returned his attention to pleasing Gin. Yes, this was much better now he didn't have those distracting spectacles sliding down his damn face every time he moved. He softened his expression again, and resumed pleasuring his Gin again. One hand working its magic down south, while his lips laid siege once again to Gin's neck. The sound of the spectacles clattering to the floor lost in a sea of moans and hungry kisses.

"Sousuke! Oh!"

Aizen couldn't help but grin into Gin's neck. "Yes, that's my name. Although, the way you say it, you can wear it out if you want to. In fact," he paused his hand in its steady rhythmic motions and let his thumb swirl around the tip of Gin's achingly hard cock. Only drawing our yet more moans from Gin, each one growing louder and louder in their volume and intensity. "Feel free to scream it out for me."

"Ah!" Gin's breaths heaved in and out of him, "So-Sousuke... I'm... gonna..."

Aizen jerked his hand again, then moved it slowly from the tip to base of Gin's arousal. Gin moaned again, loudly, a sound Sousuke didn't think he'd ever tire of. A sound that only served to make the fire inside his body to spread, to make arousal pool in his loins, and to make him hard, too. Particularly when Gin's hands ran up either side of his neck, when his slender, beautiful fingers tangled themselves in his hair, pulling with each movement of his hand. Sometimes tugging gently, sometimes pulling hard.

A moan slipped out of Sousuke's throat at one such tug of his hair. His grip of control held over himself slipping. If he wasn't careful, patience would go flying out of the window and then there would be no endgame to speak of. He knew he had to tread carefully, to keep it from slipping further. And the best way to do this was to keep talking.

"Do you know how much your moans are doing it for me, Gin?" he asked, "How much I want to hear you say and scream my name so breathlessly, like my lover?"

Gin's only answer was a breathless sigh of his name that only quickened his pulse.

"Sousuke..."

"Hm. Yes. Like that." Sousuke smiled down at him, "Because you belong to me, don't you?" he asked, enjoying having Gin at his mercy like this. At Gin's attempts to formulate an answer to the question through his lustful delirium.

"Sou... I..."

Sousuke smirked down at his Gin again. Oh, my darling, "yes" is the word you're looking for. You'd be absurd to say anything else, so don't even try. Because I'll get under your skin, if I haven't already. Penetrate your mind. Permeate your thoughts. You'll never be able to get me out of your mind, never forget my touch. My kiss. And don't even think of saying "I can't go on anymore", because we both know you can. We both know you want me as much as I want you. Loathe though you are to admit it... try as you might to deny it...

I'll show you what brilliant ecstasy is like.

You won't be able to forget me.

You will want more of me.

Gin groaned again, delirious with pleasure now. It was clear to Sousuke the boy was close to the edge of oblivion now. That he would do anything, say anything, to get that sweet release Sousuke was dangling in front of him.

Agree to absolutely anything.

And yet Gin thinks he has me pinned so securely under your thumb... how amusing.

It was Kyouka Suigetsu's voice, quiet in the back of his mind, that answered him. Her tone mischievous, as if she knew something he didn't.

And who says he doesn't, Aizen-sama?

Sousuke ignored her, choosing instead to focus on far more pleasurable and important matters, like the beautiful creature moaning in ecstasy underneath him, trying to just get out a simple word through a thick fog of pleasure and lust.

"Because," Aizen continued, "I can make it very pleasurable, belonging to me..."

He punctuated his sentences, his words, with slow, lazy stroked of Gin's arousal. Listening to the series of erotic moans that left Gin's lips. The little cries of pleasure.

"Do you wish to belong to me, Ichimaru?"

The shift in tone and back into formality was slight, as he slipped into the version of himself he liked to keep hidden. The Aizen Sousuke who liked to control, to dominate, to stake his claim to whatever his heart desired. And right now, what his heart desired most was /ichimaru Gin's body, mind and heart.

"Yes!" Gin cried out, fingers gripping Aizen's thick brown hair. Pleasure filling him entirely, so much so that Gin was about to explode with it. "Yes! Gods, yes!"

Sousuke smiled, very pleased with himself. Feeling Gin's young body tremble underneath him.

"Perfect," he said again, leaning down to claim Gin's lips with his own, truly savouring Gin's soft pleasured moan into his mouth, his fingers deep in his hair. Trying his best to return the kiss with equal passion and fervour. He broke the kiss slowly, giving Gin just enough time to miss it before he sank his lips down onto Gin's bruise-littered neck again. "Absolutely perfect."

Gin moaned softly, music to his ears, as he laid kiss after kiss on the delicate pale skin of his darling. His hand resuming pleasuring his Gin at a more rapid pace designed to bring his little fox to completion to a background symphony of Gin's soft moans and cries and pleasured noises. Noises that brought thoughts of the last time he'd given Gin physical pleasure like this to the forefront of his mind.

Sousuke! Oh, og gods-

I love- I love-

Aizen-sama. Please, touch me.

That was... an experience.

He pictured Gin's soft, lazy smile, full of mischief as he pictured it. And then, oddly, he thought of what his zanpaktou had said.

You don't normally... give your partners pleasure.

He thought for a moment. She's right. I don't. But rules can have exceptions, can't they?

He was pulled out of his thoughts by a loud cry of his name saturated with pure ecstasy from his young Gin. "Sousuke!" and he could feel in his hand the warm, sticky cum emptying out of Gin. He pushed himself up so he could see Gin's face, meet those gorgeous red eyes and see the euphoria in them that came after orgasm. He smiled at the happy, sated smile playing on his Gin's face, even though Gin was still trying to catch his breath. Sousuke released his hold on Gin's now flaccid penis and sat back to admire his handiwork.

Hm. he looks completely debauched like that. Half naked, sweaty, covered in cum, trying to get his breathing under control. And this is just the beginning. I have much more planned for you, my dear Gin. But first, I must win you over. And isn't that the real challenge, really? Getting you to fall in love with me. Gaining your trust.

He listened to Gin, his Gin, sigh softly. Slowly and steadily coming down from his orgasm. Gradually returning to reality. Sousuke let out a quiet sigh himself, willing his body to cool down and his arousal to once again return to its dormant state. Only Gin, it seemed, could get him this worked up. This riled. This aroused so damn quickly. And this without even being on the receiving end of any physical pleasure himself. It was truly an odd sensation for him, although it was not unpleasant. In fact, it made a nice change compared to his usual forays into sexual pleasure with nameless faces and throwaway passions never again spoken of after the morning came. When he said goodbye to his partner of the night and never spoke to them again.

It was different, yes, this feeling Gin brought him. Although it wasn't unwelcome. It was much like all of the other feelings and sensations Gin brought to life inside him. This strange and logically implausible desire to protect Gin, for one. He'd had a taste of that on the night Gin had thrown up his food and all those expensive oysters, and he'd had to carry Gin up to bed.

Watching Gin sleep next to him in bed, he'd felt it again. Stronger this time. And he'd felt quietly glad that Gin was with him, because certainly there were quite a few perverts out there who would be only too glad to take advantage of the situation, and Gin's inability to consent to anything in his drunken state. Not to mention Gin's impaired ability to fight off any unwanted advances from such predators.

Where is all this coming from? He wondered, This mess of feelings?

But that was a question he could only answer later, alone, and with much thought and reflection. And alcohol. For the moment though, he returned to the present moment, focusing on his current situation. And Gin.

Plenty of time to solve that problem later.

"Damn," Gin panted, smiling up at him. He returned the smile, only to hear Kyouka Suigetsu giggling in his head.

Do you need a cold shower, Aizen-sama? She teased, Or perhaps a bucket of ice? A large one?

Sousuke's smirk only indicated she was right. I might, he answered her.

"Yer good at this," Gin told him, and Sousuke's grin only widened.

"Well," he said, keeping his tone playful and seductive. "I've had a lot of practice to perfect my skills."

The frown that quickly replaced Gin's lazy, satisfied smile told him immediately that this was the wrong thing to say. Absolutely the wrong thing. And Sousuke remembered all too suddenly that Gin absolutely loathed the fact that there had been others before him. That there might be others after him.

A small wave of panic washed through him at this, and his mind scrambled around for the words to say to negate this. To banish the frown from Gin's face and have it replaced with that smile he loved again.

Quick, he commanded himself. Say something.

"Although," Sousuke added, "This was the first time I've been quite so... aroused... giving someone pleasure like this."

He let Gin digest this, the frown on his darling's delicate features replaced with a look of both confusion and concentration. Sousuke watched him puzzling his words out with anticipation. It seemed to take a little while for the words to sink in, so Sousuke decided to help speed things along a little. He took one of Gin's hands – small, fine fingers in his rough and calloused ones – and guided it, palm first, onto the bulge between his legs.

"As you can see." he smiled. And finally, finally, things in his darling's mind clicked firmly into place. He could tell because those cheeks flamed red again, those gorgeous red eyed widened, and those lips fell into a little 'O' shape as the realisation dawned on him.

"Oh," Gin gasped quietly, "Oh, is... is it really the..." Gin paused between fragments of his sentence. Fighting to get words out through the heat of embarrassment. "Firs' time?"

Sousuke just smiled, very much enjoying this. "Yes," he aid, quite matter of factly, as if he were merely confirming common knowledge. Like the sky is blue and gravity makes things fall downwards. "It is."

He released Gin's hand and let Gin settle it down by his side again. Watching very closely as the little smile of satisfaction tugged at the corners of Gin's lips, pulling them upwards. Feeling a smile mirroring the exact same sentiment play across his own lips.

"I've told you," Sousuke added, "You're very desirable. I know you don't really believe me, but it's true."

Gin looked up at him, taking all this in, as if this were news to him. He would have laughed, if Gin hadn't looked so endearingly innocent.

"It is?" Gin blinked up at him, and Sousuke couldn't tell if his expression and tone were genuine or a fabrication of innocence designed to toy with him. He decided to believe it was genuine. His Gin wasn't that cunning yet.

"Yes," he said, tenderly caressing Gin's face with a hand that wasn't covered in sticky fluid. Smiling gently, warmly, tenderly down at his darling Gin.

He'd have reasoned with himself that he was acting, but even he couldn't tell at the moment, the line was becoming so blurred. It was hard to keep up with what was real and what was false.

"It is."

And then he leant down again, claiming Gin's lips with his, gently pushing his tongue into Gin's mouth for a passionate and soul-stealing kiss. Feeling the delightful sensation of Gin's slender fingers tangling themselves in his thick hair again, feeling Gin softly moaning into the kiss. Feeling that stirring of heat inside him again, and storms rising up under his skin when his Gin kissed him, returning his passion. As if he were the ocean and Gin the moon. The passion, the spark between them raging inside him, like a stormy sea, spreading like a wildfire, reducing all other thoughts and feelings to ash and dust.

Only Kyouka Suigetsu's words rang out as the only coherent thought not drowned in passion. Her voice thickly saturated with amusement and mischief, and just a hint of sarcasm, as if she knew something he didn't as she watched events between the two of them unfold.

Who says he doesn't have you secured so firmly under his thumb, Aizen-sama?