a/n: hey folks I am evidently back on my bullshit with this :) Been sitting on a good chunk of this story for a WHILE now and I figure it's time to post this. Started writing in December 2019 XD conveniently posting for Spunky0ne's and Timewaster123456789's birthdays. I hope they and everyone else enjoys.

As always all characters are of legal consenting age. Enjoy the fic and reviews are always appreciated :)

Just note this chapter is a little nsfw after about halfway.


Chapter 1: Exploration of Uncharted Territory

Gin kept his eyes trained on Sousuke as the man carefully held up the clear drinking glass currently serving as a vase for the sprigs of peppermint and the miniscule branch of white poplar. Though it was more of a twig, really. A twig hastily sourced from the garden. But its message came across, so Gin couldn't complain. Especially not when Aizen was smiling at it like that. All giddy and happy like he just couldn't believe his luck.

Gin watched as his partner's eyes flickered back onto him, the smile widening and softening, and Gin instinctively brushed some strands of silver hair behind his ear, smiling shyly back. Face still hot, but less so now. He'd made Sousuke happy and all the blushes in the world were worth that.

"I know the perfect place to put it," Sousuke said, striding over to the window.

"Where?" Gin asked.

"Right here," Sousuke answered, striding over to the windowsill and placing his now 'vase' of flowers by the window. And by a pure coincidence, right by the kettle, and where he kept the tea.

"So they get enough light," Sousuke told him. Gin smiled. And so that you can see it everyday when you make tea, he thought.

"Good choice," Gin agreed. "Plants gotta have enough light."

"Exactly," Sousuke smiled. "Otherwise they'll die. There are some exceptions of course, like the night blooming gladiolus or cereus, but most plants bloom in the light."

Gin nodded, agreeing, but he was intrigued about the night blooming flowers. To his knowledge, which admittedly wasn't very much, flowers were things that looked pretty and only thrived in the daytime. Like people did.

"Night blooming flowers?" he asked, hoping Sousuke would enlighten him. And maybe teach him a little about these night blooming flowers.

"Ah," Sousuke said, "I'd forgotten you don't know much about flora." He softened his smile. "There are some lesser known flowers that only flower under moonlight," he explained, again assuming the role of a teacher gently easing his student into a lesson. "Such as the Night blooming gladiolus, or the Night blooming cereus, but that's a cactus I haven't come across yet. At least not in the wild… I'll have to find you such flowers sometime. They do make quite a spectacle."

Gin smiled. "That'd be really nice," he said, and he watched as Aizen's smile lit up his whole face.

"Yes. Yes, it would," Aizen answered.

Gin's smile turned shy again and a gentle warmth tinged his cheeks at that. But thankfully, Aizen didn't draw any attention to it.

"Come on," Aizen said. "Let's go and have some tea I can tell you some more about the night blooming flowers."

Gin nodded, beaming at him. "Grand plan. Help me make the tea?"

"Of course," Aizen smiled. "Happy to be of assistance."

They spent the best part of the afternoon talking about plants and flowers. Well, Aizen talked. Gin just listened. And after their mugs of tea were empty, Gin cuddled up to him on the sofa, and the conversation drifted onto other topics. Ebbing and flowing naturally the way a good conversation should. Punctuated by jokes and laughter in all the right places.

It was a conversation neither of them wanted to end. Just like every other day and night they'd spent together.

If only every day could be like this. If only things could be simple, and all the self-doubt didn't exist.

If only the voice didn't exist…

Aizen pushed that dark thought away and held Gin closer, kissing Gin's silver hair. Making Gin laugh.

"Sousuke!" Gin pretended to whine, but Sousuke just chuckled.

"What?" he asked, feigning innocence. "I can't kiss you?"

Gin's cheeks flushed that delighted shade of pink again and his fox tried to hide his face in his chest.

"No…" Gin said, voice muffled. "I mean yes, but…"

Sousuke chuckled at his Gin again. Ah, still so shy, but that's what I love about you.

"Then what?" Aizen asked, gently, trying to coax Gin out of hiding. "You can tell me."

"It was jus' unexpected is all." Gin answered him, sitting up a little and looking at him.

"The affection?"

Gin nodded, still blushing. "Wouldna thought you'd be so affectionate," he admitted.

Aizen smirked. "Well, I hate to tell you this, but I can be very affectionate when I want to be," he said. Giving Gin a squeeze to prove his point. "Unless, of course, you'd prefer me to be more amorous."

Gin's cheeks went from pink to a bright tomato red.

"No. No, this is fine! Really!" Gin stammered, floundering about for words and possibly cursing himself for blushing like a schoolgirl with a crush – Again. But that just made Gin even more adorable.

"Really? Are you sure?" Aizen teased. "Because I can be more passionate if that's what you want," he smiled. "Just say the word."

He watched Gin try to reign in his blushed and knew he'd catch hell from Kyouka for this later, but it was just too much to resist. Especially when he could feel Gin's heart racing like this.

"Um…" Gin stammered again. Trying to say something. Anything. Heart thumping against the cage of his ribs like some trapped wild animal, desperate for escape. His body feeling hot all over and his breath shaky. Dammit, he'd just wanted to enjoy cuddling and now he was so damn aroused. Curse that Aizen Sousuke! What was it about him that Gin found simply impossible to resist?

Every time the man spoke it seemed to ignite a fire inside him. Was the man a Siren? A Mer-creature from the Deep?

Gin was shaken from his train of thought by that voice again, deep and smooth and hypnotic, full of desire for him.

"Do you want me to kiss you properly?" Sousuke asked. And suddenly Gin released the breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding.

"Yes," he whispered, and was rewarded with another one of those soft, warm smiles that reached right the way up into the older man's eyes. He could really get used to those smiles.

"Then I can certainly do that for you," Aizen answered, leaning in to kiss him. Gin with his lips already parted for him, ready and eager for those lips and that tongue to claim his. When they did, Gin nearly melted into a puddle right then and there. Those lips were soft and gentle, just like always, with a warm undercurrent of desire. Just like always. Okay, Gin could count the number of times Aizen kissed him on his fingers, so there weren't that many experiences to draw from. That and the fact that Aizen was the only person he'd ever kissed like this, so there really wasn't much to go on. But still. There was desire radiating from that kiss and filling his body with heat, and Gin could feel that. He didn't need to be an expert at kissing to feel that.

Or have it spark a mirroring desire inside him.

He closed his eyes and moaned into the kiss, losing himself in the taste of his Sousuke. Feeling the older man's arms pull him closer, and his own hands roaming up to rest on his partners strong shoulders, graduating to his arms snaking around him. Giving himself over to the gravitational pull of his Sun.

"Mmm," he moaned, feeling those lips leave his and slowly trace kisses down his already bruised neck, gasping at the contact. "Sou…"

But he needn't have worried. His already bruised flesh wasn't going to be marked up any more. Those lips were gentle, tender, loving. And still ignited fires and shot electric sparks through him even in gentleness.

"Yes," Sousuke answered, his voice low and seductive. "What do you need?"

Gin swallowed, trying to form words. A difficult feat when the man was filling him up with lust like this. "I need… I need…"

He was sure he needed something. Gin just wasn't sure what.

"Tell me," Sousuke said softly, pausing what his lips were doing for the moment. Oh gods no, don't stop, please don't stop, Gin wanted to beg. But no more words would come out of him. "Need…"

Gods he was on fire now, his whole body was hot, burning coal that Sousuke had set alight.

"What do you need, my sweet Gin?" Sousuke asked quietly, and Gin nearly started melting again. "Do you want me?"

Gin let a pathetic, needy whimper escape him, though not by choice. It would've been humiliating if he wasn't so damn aroused and actually thinking clearly. But he wasn't. He wasn't and he wanted this. He wanted this so badly it hurt, and if Sousuke didn't do something about it soon…

"Yes." Gin hissed, arms and legs now locked securely around his partner. "Gods, yes."

That seemed to be the answer he was looking for, because Gin could feel the soft, indulgent smile in the older man's voice.

"That's very good, because that feeling is very mutual."

Gin gasped again right before those lips caught his again for perhaps one of the most intense kisses of his life, or if not then it certainly felt like it. He tried to reciprocate it in kind and in the end was utterly and thoroughly swept off his feet. If Aizen was like this with everyone else then wow. But Gin had a sneaking suspicion he wasn't. For one thing, there was far too much passion and delight in that kiss and his spirit energy to even consider otherwise.

Not that it mattered. All that mattered to Gin right now in this moment was that he had Aizen Sousuke right where he wanted him and all to himself. He could dissect the rest of it later, and just lose himself in the heat of passion with the man he loved, or thought he loved, or could love.

Again, he could analyse it all later. In the comfort of home, with Cherry and a glass of rum. Until then, he'd enjoy the… pleasure of Aizen's company, as if he couldn't get enough, which of course, he really couldn't.

The man was a drug. Hypnotic and addictive, and Gin was high as a fucking kite on him. The way he touched. The way he kissed. The way he knew what to do and what to say even in those heated moments… Gin was sure he'd never get enough. Though not for lack of trying.

Gin's fingers were deeply entangled in the man's thick, mahogany coloured hair, body pressed right up against him. He didn't recall when or how it'd happened, but he'd found himself straddling the man's hips – a very dominant position, he noted somewhere in the far recesses of his lust filled brain. A position he planned to take full advantage of.

Who knew when he'd get another opportunity like this?

So he tangled his fingers further into that thick, brown hair and leant in for another searing, mind-melting kiss. Tongue trying to wrestle Sousuke's for control and dominance. How successful he was, he couldn't really say. But Sousuke let him have his way, which was more than Gin could say for anyone else the man had been with. At least according to the rumours. And they did say all gossip had at least a kernel of truth to it…

It didn't matter though, because Gin was living in the moment, enjoying his now, albeit temporary position of power. His partner moaning softly into hi mouth, much like the purring of a happy, contented cat. Hands firmly planted on Gin's waist and loosely holding him there, as if I'm going anywhere, Gin would've laughed – if he weren't so busy kissing him.

Gin was hungry for him. Passionate. Intense. Sousuke was a drug and Gin was a junkie desperate for another hit. Another high. And that desperation channelled itself through his body, making him need more, crave more than what kisses could give him.

His breathing was heavier now, his body hot, and his mind all fogged up with lust. Hips jerking forward so he could get that delightful friction he craved. Riding the older man's dick through his clothes.

"Gin," Aizen breathed. His voice low and husky. Making absolutely no move to stop him. "Fuck, Gin… Yes, just like that…"

Gin's breaths came heavy as he continued rolling his hips, trying to fill his body's need. Hands lightly gripping Sousuke's shoulders as he steadily and self-confidently followed his urges. The friction only building up the pleasure he felt until he thought he might explode with it.

He moved very un-methodically, but that didn't matter. This felt good and made his heart race and he was with Sousuke where it was safe and quiet and-

A moan escaped his lips as one jerky movement shot sparks through him and made his toes curl. Gods this was good, and Gin wasn't going to stop for anything. He let out a slow, shaky breath and when he refocussed, he was met with a very familiar pair of brown eyes, gazing back at him with a mixture of awe and fascination. With more than a little desire thrown in, Gin met that gaze and could very readily drown in that chocolate sea those eyes seemed to be.

"Sousuke…" he called quietly, but before he could say anything else, those lips were on his again, arms were around him, and those hips he was riding were fucking up into him. Gin's fingers fisted themselves in Aizen's hair again; he had to hold onto something while his world rocked. And very soon Sousuke's moans filled the air and mingled with his own, as the older man pseudo-fucked him on the sofa. So hard that he saw stars and ended up pulling quite hard on Aizen's hair. Coming with a strangled cry of his name.


a/n: start as you mean to go on I guess? anyway reviews are always appreciated especially if you want to see more of this.