a/n: I had too much fun with this. unimaginative title is unimaginative and its a bit cracktastic and i giggled like an idiot working on the whole thing. Yeah, i had fun :)

A Game scene I couldn't work out where to put but wanted to write and share anyway. May or may not include it we'll see how stuff pans out.

Notes: Light, happy, fluffy and silly. Early Heirverse because I'm AiGin trash and the source of the Heir-infection. But this can definitely be read alone if you don't wanna read my whole monstrously long Heirverse series.

Inspired by this drawing by Kitamura Koume because their style is gorgeous:

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Truth or Dare

Rangiku sauntered back into the living room of the apartment she shared with Gin. Proudly placing the large bag of candy on the coffee table. Gin raised an eyebrow. He had to admit it, he was pretty impressed.

"Damn, Ran. I didn' think ya'd actually do it."

"Yeah," she said, smugly brushing the hair off her shoulder. It was getting longer. Gin kept telling her to cut it, since long hair could only be a detriment in combat – but she said she liked it like this and that was that. And Gin of all people in the world knew once she'd made up her mind about something there was no talking her out of it. Though it didn't stop him from trying.

"Zaraki taichou was pretty mad, though. Didn't think I'd ever get away from him."

Gin had to chuckle. "Well, whaddya expect goin' stealin' lil Yachiru's candy stash like that?"

Rangiku kept the smile on her face as she sat on the sofa beside him. They'd been playing a high stakes game of truth or dare for years now, and the latest one Rangiku had to complete was stealing Yachiru's candy, thus invoking the wrath of Zaraki. The dares were pretty tame when they'd begun playing the game as children, but, not to be outdone by the other, the dares had grown more and more outrageous. Each one more ridiculous – and potentially life-threatening, like Rangiku's provoking of Zaraki taichou - than the last. And since the both of them hated losing, they completed them, and the cycle continued.

"Gotta say though," Gin told her, grinning proudly, "Yer shunpo skills've vastly improved."

She huffed a breathess laugh at that. "Yes. Well. I have you to thank for that, don't I? Considering it was either shunpo fast or get eviscerated."

Gin lifted his mug of tea to his lips, "I s'pose." he grinned. "A'ight, s'your turn ta ask me now."

Rangiku sank down into the sofa and thought, Gin supposed, of a dare that would top his. Though it wasn't likely. It had been funny though, watching her run and shunpo like her life depended on it. Of course, he'd been ready to step in if she needed real help, but still, he'd had fun watching. At least until Zaraki had grown hopelessly lost following Yachiru's directions. Then Gin got bored and went home to wait for her to show up.

"Ya got one yet?" Gin asked when the silence stretched on for several minutes.

Rangiku only sighed, "You know what? I'm too tired to think of a crazy dare right now. Just wait til I get my breath back."

Gin's grin broadened. This would give him time to think of a dare to top whatever Rangiku came up with. "A'ight." he said, feeling generous. "S'a game a truth or dare right? So if ya aint gotta dare, I'll pick truth."

Immediately Shinsou started snickering. Are you sure that's a good idea?

S'aright. Aint nothin Ran don' already know bout me life anyway. Gin told his zanpaktou, sipping his tea again. Ignoring the remark.

"Well..." Rangiku purred, "There is something I've been wondering."

"What?" Gin asked, calmly drinking his tea.

Rangiku paused a moment, thinking. "Do you love Aizen-san?"

Immediately Gin choked on his tea, caught unawares by the question.

"And have you told him yet?"

Shinsou started cackling loudly and Gin coughed, tea dripping from his face. "Ya what?!"

"You heard me."

Gin wiped the tea off his face with his hand, cursing her to the seven hells. Cursing himself for foolishly picking 'truth' instead of just waiting.

I told you. Shinsou told him. Heat rushed to his face and he cleared his throat in an effort to regain at least some dignity.

"I aint answerin' that." he told her, as firmly as he could. Which was hard, when his face was the colour of an angry red sun.

Rangiku only giggled at him. "Your face answers it for me." she teased, "But are you sure you won't tell me?"

"I'm sure."

"Cuz ya know if you don't, you have to pick dare'."

Gin scowled at her. "Fine. Dare. Whatever."

"Alright." Rangiku smiled. "If you're sure..."

"I'm sure." Gin repeated, in a tone that brooked no argument as he took another sip of what was left of his tea while she sat thinking.

"Ya got one yet?" he asked again.

"Oh, I've got one." she purred, nothing but mischief in her voice. Gin quietly braced himself for his task, knowing that grin promised the worst.

"I dare you..." she began, climbing up onto her knees on the sofa to peer closely at his face. "To kiss Aizen-san!"

Gin blinked. Kiss Aizen-sama? That was it? He had to admit he was surprised. He'd been expecting something really naughty or really embarrassing. Like 'go slap Aizen's ass', or 'go and seduce him in front of everyone', or even 'grab his crotch'.

He was shocked she'd chosen something so tame compared to the other possibilities. Although, Gin was thankful for it.

Go an' kiss him? That'll be easy! I've been kissin' him often enough.

"Ya want me ta go an' kiss him?" Gin asked. Just to be sure he'd heard it right. Trying hard to suppress his grin. This would be his easiest dare ever.

"Yup." Rangiku nodded. "In the office. Where everyone can see."

Gin's smile shrank and died with that additional information. Ah, maybe not my easiest dare ever, then.

"Ah- In front of everyone?" Gin asked, in a small nervous voice. Because Gin had only ever initiated their kisses in private. And now he had to kiss Aizen in the middle of the damn office? In front of everyone?!

"Yup. In front of everyone." Rangiku grinned malevolently. "Passionately."

Gin scowled at her, face beet red now.

"Unless of course, you're chicken and admit defeat," she added smugly.

Gin swallowed thickly. Shit. She got me.

"O' course not!" Gin protested, "I aint no chicken."

Rangiku's grin widened considerably. "Oh, good." she cooed, "Then you won't have any problems kissing Aizen-san in public, will you?"

Gin frowned. "No." he muttered. But she only laughed lightly.

"Great!" she beamed back at him. "Let's go, then."

Gin glared after her as she happily hopped off the sofa they were sharing and practically skipped to the door. Waiting for him to follow her when she opened the door.

"Well, come on then," she called to him. "Unless you're chicken."

Gin sighed, frustrated. But there was nothing he could do about it. There was no way in hell he was going to let Ran beat him over something so easy – he'd never live it down. And he'd never hear the end of it, either. 'why didn't you kiss Aizen-san? I'm sure he's disappointed', and just generally accusing him of being him a chicken and lording her victory over him. And okay, maybe he did want to kiss Aizen-sama – just, not necessarily in front of the entire office.

So there really was nothing to do but heave himself off the sofa and follow her out.

. . .

If Gin thought he was nervous before, that paled in comparison to how nervous he felt now, standing several feet away from his lover working at his desk. Hiding out of his line of sight just outside the office doorway. He swallowed again, trying to convince himself that going in there and kissing the man was nothing. Hadn't he already kissed the man enough times to lose his shyness about it? He should have. Hell, they'd even made love already. A simple kiss was nothing!

Well, it could be nothing, if not for the audience of people in the place. And Aizen taichou's open door policy, so anyone who wanted to look in and see could do so. That made things a little bit more awkward. He'd only just grown comfortable initiating things when they were alone... But Gin was determined not to let Rangiku win this. He would not be undone by something so trivial as a kiss.

Shinsou snickered in his mind again. Oh please. You know ya wanna kiss him.

Shut up. Gin snapped back. Just... I got this.

Of course you do, Shinsou replied. Thankfully leaving him to it. Gin smiled. At least Shinsou had confidence in him even if he had none himself.

"Well, there he is." Rangiku whispered, "What are you waiting for? Get in there."

Gin frowned at her. "Yer enjoyin' this, aintchya?"

"Oh of course," Rangiku told him, "I love watching you two get all mushy." She winked at him and he shook his head.

"You an' yer fuckin' shippin' goggles..." he muttered. She only giggled quietly.

"A'ight." he sighed, drawing himself up as tall as he could. "I'm goin' in."

"Good luck," she whispered, and hid out of sight as Gin walked over to his captain and lover, faking a confidence he most certainly did not feel. Feeling her eyes on him as she peered around the doorframe.

. . .

Gin took a deep breath as he made his way towards the man. Trying to convince himself he was being ridiculous, that they were lovers already, that one kiss in public was nothing, that people probably already knew they were together anyway so it didn't matter. Although his nerves and the moths in his belly flying about were doing their best to convince him otherwise.

C'mon, Gin, he told himself, You can do this. Kissin' is nothin'. You've kissed him a thousand times before today. What's one more?

Gin closed the distance between them on shaky legs. Sousuke had just picked up a mug of tea someone had placed on the desk for him and had set down his pen to hold the mug with both hands. Blowing on the hot tea to cool it a little before he took a sip of it. Gin caught the sound of his partner's contented sigh as he took that first sip of his tea – the best sip, as Sousuke often told him – and saw the smile on his face as he approached. Like Gin rolling in was the best part of his day.

"Ah, Gin," Aizen greeted him warmly, only sending the moths in Gin's belly into a mad frenzy. "This is a nice surprise. I thought you were taking the day off to catch up with Rangiku."

Gin smiled back at him. "I am," he said, "I just..." he paused, unsure of his words. "wanted to give ya somethin'."

Sousuke's face brightened at this information, and it made Gin's body all warm and tingly. Made the moths inhabiting his stomach bash against its walls. "Oh?" he said, both amused and curious, "And what are you going to give me?"

Gin felt his knees go weak. Oh gods, don' look a' me like that, I'll go all gooey! An' then I'll lose the game fer sure!

A high, nervous laugh tried to bubble out of Gin at that. But he squashed it down. Well, he squashed it down as much as he could, anyway. Though a little soft laugh did escape him.

"Ahh," Gin began, feeling rather sheepish. Because Rangiku and now probably everyone else in the division were keenly watching to see what he'd do. Including some of Aizen taichou's admirers.

"Jus' somethin' I forgot ta give ya this mornin'." Gin told him. And Aizen's smile morphed into a playful smirk.

"Oh? Really? Well, it must be good because you're turning that lovely shade of pink for me." he teased. Only making more heat rush to Gin's face as he watched Sousuke lift his mug of tea to his smirking lips.

Yer enjoyin' this aintchya? He wanted to retort. But he had to play coy here if he was ever going to do this convincingly.

"Well, I'mma hopin' so." Gin smiled, trying to ignore the fact that it felt like his whole face was on fire.

Aizen smiled at him, then. One of those smug grins that hinted he knew more than he was letting on. One that told Gin the man was only playing innocent.

"Well," Aizen prompted when Gin lapsed into silence. Pausing to grin knowingly at him again. "Only one way to find out."

Gin's whole body heated. "Ah, right. Yes. Uh-"

"Well, I'm waiting. What is it you wanted to give me?"

Gin quietly cursed the older man's ability to reduce him to a stupid, fumbling, blushing mess just by acting coy and innocent and grinning that stupid, shit-eating, 'I know everything' grin at him.

"Jus' gimme a minute." Gin said, taking a deep breath to calm down. Trying to resist the urge to glance back at Rangiku eagerly watching and anticipating from the doorway, hidden out of sight.

"Okay," Gin sighed. Deciding that this should be done quickly – just so he wouldn't have time to bottle it and chicken out. Especially with so many people watching, pretending they weren't looking as they went about their business. So he quickly reached out and took Aizen's face in his hands and leant in to give his lover a kiss. Trying to ignore the older man's stunned expression and jolt of surprise that almost sent warm tea splashing out of the mug and onto his lap. Gin closed his eyes and pressed their lips together, feeling Aizen's cheeks grow hot under his palms and fingers. Keeping their lips pressed together. Hoping Rangiku would be convinced the innocent kiss was a passionate exchange of saliva, before he pulled away.

He stared at Aizen for a quick moment, quietly taking in the older man's shocked expression, his wide eyes beneath those glasses he wore, the tinge of pink in his cheeks as he sat and blinked stupidly at him. At his sudden bravery. For once in his life, totally lost for words.

Gin tried not to grin as he cleared his throat. Considering it a victory and a small revenge for all the times Sousuke had made him flush pink in public over the years.

"Well, I gotta go," Gin said quickly, turning on his heels and walking back out again. Quickly. Forcing his body to move with as much confidence as he could muster. Leaving Aizen, who was still very much surprised, staring after him.

. . .

"Well," Gin huffed when he made it back to Rangiku waiting outside in the corridor. Leaning against the wall, finally able to relax now. "I did it."

Rangiku grinned widely. "You sure did." and Gin allowed himself a triumphant smirk. Yes. He'd done it. He'd risen to Ran's challenge and was still in the game. Now he just had to come up with a dare that would get the better of her. Maybe he could get her to kiss the boy she liked, that Shuuhei she was always going on about.

He was already wracking his brain for ideas when he heard that smooth voice calling him again.

"Gin?"

Gin squeaked, turning nervously to greet the man, who was smirking at him. Again. His surprise gone altogether and replaced with his default 'I know everything' expression.

"Yes, Aizen-sama?"

"You kissed me."

"Ah, yes." Gin answered, suddenly quite nervous again. After all, that very public display of affection was a big step to take without Aizen-sama's approval, and they were supposed to still be keeping their relationship a secret... "Is there a problem?"

Aizen looked at him, shaking his head slowly. Mock disappointment all over his face. "You call that a kiss?" Aizen asked.

Gin flushed beet red. "Yes," he piped, "What else would ya call it?"

"I'd call it a lot of things, Gin, but certainly not a kiss."

Gin fell into silence. Very much embarrassed and afraid he'd upset his partner somehow.

"Aizen-sama?" Gin asked, as the man closed the distance between them with a single step.

"I'll show you a kiss," Aizen murmured seductively. And Gin could feel his heart crash against his ribcage as his lover's hand found the back of his neck and leant in to capture Gin's lips with his own. Forcefully, hungrily, pushing his tongue into Gin's willing mouth for a very deep, very passionate kiss Gin couldn't help but melt – and moan – into. His whole body going weak as Aizen pulled him into his arms and against his warm body, squashed between them. Gin's pale hands pressed against the older man's chest, over his beating heart. A heart that was, Gin noted, beating quite fast. Mirroring his own erratic heartbeat. Gin lost himself in the kiss, in him, and for just a few moments they were the only two people in existence – until Aizen pulled away again and reality homed in again.

Aizen just smiled at him again, looking very pleased with himself. The cat that caught the mouse. Gin couldn't help himself staring.

"That's a kiss." Aizen told him. "If you are going to kiss me, at least do it properly. I thought I'd taught you better than that, Gin."

Gin's face burned. The worst thing was, he couldn't refute the words. Aizen had indeed taught him better than to give him anything less than all of himself to him. To give him half-hearted exchanges like he'd done just five minutes ago in the office. He supposed that passionate kiss just now was a reprimand. A stern reminder not to give anything less than all of himself to their exchanges.

"I suppose I'll have to re-educate you." Aizen mused aloud, and even more heat flooded Gin's face. No, his entire body at the words and all they suggested. "Until then, I suggest you enjoy the rest of your day, lieutenant."

And with that remark, Aizen turned back the way he'd come and disappeared into his office again. Leaving Gin alone to digest that. Or at least, Gin thought he was alone, until he heard Ran's giggling.

"Ohhh, someone's been a naughty boy, ne?" she teased. Which of course, only made Gin's cheeks burn brighter. Shinsou was snickering again at him, too, which only made it worse.

"You shut yer face!" he spouted, and stomped off before she could tease him some more. Though he had an awful feeling he'd never, ever, hear the end of this.