Author's Note: Hey guys!! First of all...i am SO sorry i took so damn long ta update! I've been....lazy..... -shifty eyes- An' had slight writer's block. I feel ashamed!!! -smacks head on desk- I was originally goin' ta add more ta this chapter, but i couldn't fer the life of me, figure out what else ta put in. It just seemed...too short. So, i let my girlfriend pre-read it (as always), an' asked her if she had any suggestions, but she said it was good the way it is. (Thanks babe!!) So...i hope she's right. I still think it could be better, but..i trust her judgment. Enjoy!!

Disclaimer: If i owned Bleach......ya know what? This is stupid. We all know i dun own it, so this is pointless.

Warnings: See Prologue.

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Traitor – Chapter 3

Gin's POV

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This was Hell.

It's been four days since I tried ta kill myself. It's been four days since I've been allowed outta my room, now empty of anythin' I could harm myself with. An' worst of all, it's been four days since I got ta see Aizen-sama.

I'm lyin' on the floor - never could get used ta them beds - an' jus' starin' at the ceiling. I got nothin' better ta do. There ain't nothing left in this room, but the bed, a few books that I already read dozens of times, a fridge with food an' water, an' me. Not even a quill ta wright with. Apparently I could stab myself with it. That's what Tousen says, anywho.

My ass still hurts from tha' night, but it serves as a friendly reminder. At least I know he wants me. Which means that no matter how long I got ta stay in this room alone, he'll come back fer me. I'll get ta see Aizen-sama again, soon enough. That's the only thought that keeps me from goin' insane, I reckon.

But a couple times….there's a dark thought that's been crossin' my mind. A terrible thought, that makes my blood run cold. What if the Shinigami got here an' surprised 'em? What if they wasn't surprised, but there was too many of 'em, and our guys got the bad end of the stick, so to speak? What if…'What if they're all dead?'

No. I already told myself, I ain't gonna think like that no more. Surely, if the others were….gone…then our old friends woulda definitely found me by now, an' woulda done away with me. So no. They ain't dead. They can't be. Aizen-sama'll be back fer me, fer sure. I just know…

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Normal POV

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The lock clicked, but the inhabitant of the room did not stir. Aizen entered with purpose, shutting the door tightly behind him, and strode forward towards the tatami mat in the far corner. He could just make out a lump under the blankets; obviously Gin's still sleeping form. Quietly, Aizen sat on the edge of the bed, and ran a hand through Gin's soft, tangled silver hair.

"Nn…Aizen-sama…?" Ichimaru blinked his eyes open wearily, and a soft smile spread across his face. "Ya…came back."

"Why would I not, Gin?" Aizen asked, frowning. "This was a punishment, not a death-sentence. Surely a smart boy like you should have been able to figure that out. The whole reason you're in here, was because you tried to die without my permission. So why would I take your life from you?"

"Ehh…" Gin blinked, averting his eyes. "I dun know… Cuz ya was mad at me?"

Aizen smiled softly, and cupped Gin's cheek with his hand, tilting the younger man's face towards him. Gin felt a pleasant shiver run down his spine, as those piercing brown eyes captured his gaze, and he was once again drawn into the depth of their beauty. Closing his eyes, the silver-haired male exhaled softly, and leaned into the touch. Oh, how he missed it; having Aizen's hands on him. He reached his lanky arms up around Aizen's neck, and pulled him down for a hungry kiss. Aizen chuckled, and wrapped his muscled arms around the youth's thin frame, pulling him flush against his body, and holding him close. He quickly took control of the kiss, plunging his tongue deep into Gin's eagerly awaiting mouth. They stayed like that for a moment, their tongues entwined, until it came the time to breathe. Aizen was the first to pull away.

"So…I take it you missed me, Gin-chan?"

"Yeah, I missed ya. It's so…so…so borin', being all alone all the time!!" Gin pouted, and folded his arms over his chest. This was a side of him that only Sousuke had ever had the pleasure of seeing. His true side, and all the true emotions he really felt. "It ain't no fun."

"Is that so?" Aizen smiled, and twirled a lock of Gin's hair between his fingers. "Well, I do believe that is the point of punishment. It is not supposed to be fun."

Gin sighed, and rested his head on Aizen's shoulder. It had only been four days, but those four days had felt like an eternity to him. He wanted to stay as close to Aizen-sama as he could get. He smiled softly, as Aizen's arms came up to wrap securely around him, one of his large hands stroking Gin's back softly, before coming to rest on his hip.

"Are you ready to tell me, Gin? …Why you tried to take your life?" He pressed a gentle kiss to the boy's forehead, before pulling back to look him in the eye. "The thought of losing you disturbs me greatly, Gin. Are you that unhappy here, that you would rather die, than be in my presence?"

Gin's eyes went impossibly wide, and he shook his head furiously, silver hair bouncing on his head. "Of course I ain't, Aizen-sama!! How could ya think that? I really enjoy bein' around ya!"

"Oh really, now?" Aizen raised an elegant eyebrow, and pushed Gin back on the floor, kneeling between the younger's legs, and holding his wrists down above his head. "And why is that, Gin? Are you that much of a whore," he accented the last word, licking along the smaller man's jaw-line sensually, "that you simply crave my attention, taking whatever you can get? Or would you take it from anyone who was willing to even do so much as look at you? Is that right, Gin? Are you a whore?"

"I…no! I ain't a whore, at all!" replied Gin with a slightly panicked look. "Only ya, Aizen-sama! I'd only ever want ya!"

"Is that so…?" Aizen teasingly ran his tongue across Gin's bottom lip, before drawing back, oh so slowly. "And why is that, Gin? Now that I think about it…you never complain anymore, when we have sex. You used to hate it, as I recall. In fact, you used to hate me. I wonder….is that still the case?"

"I…" Gin gulped, unsure of how much he should reveal. "I dun hate ya, Aizen-sama…"

"Then prove it," the older man whispered in his ear, before capturing his lips in a searing kiss. Gin moaned, and arched his back, allowing for his lover to slip a hand beneath him, and lift him up, only to deposit him on the bed with a soft thud.

Gin squealed in delight, and pulled Aizen down on top of him. Aizen leant forward, crushing their lips together; while his hands began untying the younger man's obi. Pulling Gin's kimono open, the brunette began sucking and nipping down his jaw, neck, and chest, then taking an already hard nipple into his mouth. He bit down, hard enough to draw blood, and was delighted to hear a soft gasp escape his lover's lips.

Moving back up his body, Aizen placed a soft kiss to Gin's mouth, flicking his tongue lightly at the boy's bottom lip. Compliantly, Gin opened his mouth, allowing for his Lord's tongue to slip inside, caressing him softly.

Unable to wait any longer, Gin removed the majority of Aizen's clothing with deft hands, before the older man stopped him, grabbing hold of his wrists, and kissing the back of each hand, in turn. Gin blushed, and looked up at him, confusion flitting across his features.

"Shh…" Aizen soothed, placing a finger against the silver-haired male's lips. Moving into a sitting position, the brunette shrugged off the rest of his clothes, then pulled the boy up to straddle his lap, swiftly sliding two fingers inside him. Gin gasped, and leaned further against Aizen for support. It hurt quite a bit more than it usually would, seeing as he still hadn't healed fully from the last time. He grunted in pain as his lover added a third and fourth finger, stretching the tight ring of muscles wide, moving the digits in and out. When Aizen was satisfied that it was enough, he pulled his fingers out – making sure Gin watched as he licked each one separately, causing the young man to turn a severe shade of red – then spat into his hand, smearing the saliva on his own cock. With one swift motion, he lifted Gin up, and slid the youth back down over his already engourged shaft.

Gin cried out sharply, though he tried in vain to muffle the sound by pressing his face into Aizen's neck. Aizen stroked his back softly, as he thrust his hips up into the smaller body, relishing in the tight heat, and the quiet whimpers that left Gin's lips. He continued to build up a steady pace, until he felt his young lover relax, and start moving his own hips to meet each thrust.

His fingers curling in the older man's hair, Gin tilted his face up to place tender kisses along Aizen's jaw, and neck, and everywhere else he could reach. He was pleasantly surprised when Aizen – removing one hand from his hip, to cup his cheek – tilted his head up, to kiss his lips softly, sucking the boy's bottom lip into his mouth, and nibbling on it gently. Gin moaned, and pressed his hips down on his lover's erection, taking him in as deep as he could. He knew he was ready to cum at any second now, but he wanted this moment to last.

"Cum for me, Gin-chan," Aizen whispered huskily into his ear, sending shivers down his spine. "Show me how good I make you feel. Tell you how much you love it when I fuck you like this."

These words alone were enough to send Gin over the edge. So when Aizen reached a hand between them, and began pumping him violently, he knew that he couldn't hold back any longer. Throwing his head back, Gin came into Aizen's hand. "I love…I love ya, Aizen-sama!!!"

Aizen's eyes widened slightly at his lover's unexpected words, before he suddenly grinned wickedly. Closing his eyes, he bit down hard on Gin's collar-bone, and emptied his seed into the other. After taking a moment to catch his breath, Aizen pulled his now limp member out of Gin, and lay down on the bed, holding the boy tightly against his chest.

Ichimaru lay still in Aizen's arms, his head buried in the other man's neck. He could not believe he'd just said that. Aizen was never supposed to know..! This wasn't good… In all truths, he was afraid of how the older man would react to the news.

"What…did you just say, Gin?"

The silver haired youth gulped, and raised his head a bit, though still not meeting his Lord's eyes. "I…said I love ya, Aizen-sama."

"Hmm? What's that? I couldn't hear you."

"I said I love ya," Gin replied, not daring to look up. He didn't know what Aizen was playing at, but whatever it was, he knew it wouldn't be good.

"Say it again, Gin," Aizen commanded, his expression blank.

"I love ya, dammit!!"

"…liar," the brunette admonished coldly, before backhanding his subordinate across the face. The sheer force of the slap sent Gin tumbling across the room. With a harsh cry, he hit the wall, and fell limply to the floor. He let out a small grunt as he tried to sit up, but before he could move more than an inch, Aizen had hoisted him up by the shoulders, and slammed him back against the wall.

"I ain't lyin', Aizen-sama!!" defended Gin, his voice trembling. "I wouldn't ever lie ta ya 'bout somethin' like that!"

"You do not love me, Gin. You respect me; you obey me; but you do not love me."

"Dun say that, Aizen-sama..!" Ichimaru pleaded. "I woudn't say it if I dun mean it! Ya know me better'n tha'!"

"Do I, Gin? Sometimes, I don't know," replied Aizen, shaking his head slowly. "Why did you follow me, Gin? Why did you come with us to Hueco Mundo? You didn't have to. You could have backed out."

"No, I couldn't have. Ya woulda killed me, had I even expressed the idea." Gin grinned, despite the frustrated tears still making their way down his face. Aizen acknowledged the words with a small nod.

"Is that the only reason?"

"Yup." Gin's smile faded. "I didn't love ya then, but I do now, I promise ya tha'. I've loved ya fer a long time. Please, please dun call me a liar no more, Aizen-sama. I swear I ain't lyin' ta ya. I swear it!"

"If you are that insistent, then I will believe you," whispered the brunette softly, releasing his hold on Gin. Before the boy could hit the ground, Aizen swept him up in his arms, and carried him back over to the bed. Gently laying him down, Aizen pulled the sheets up and tucked them around Gin. Placing a kiss to the younger man's forehead, he whispered; "I have work to do. You sleep now. You need it."

"But...I ain't sleepy, Aizen-sama.." Gin pouted, stiffling a contradictory yawn. Aizen chuckled, and left the room, once again leaving Gin alone.

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Author's Note: Well now!! I really hope this installment wasn't too disappointin' fer ya all... I like the contents, but...i'm still very ashamed for the length. Or lack, thereof.

An' now fer the bad news. There will only be ONE chapter remainin' after this. Chapter 4 will be the end of "Traitor". Now with tha' said, i sure hope ya all stick around fer the end.

Cheers!