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Unstill Nights

"Uhn… Yamete kudasai. Please stop. I can't stand this anymore," he begged. He gritted his teeth and tightly clutched at the sheets of the bed. His body was bathed in sweat. The bed sheets were equally soaked. He was trying hard not to buck his hips to get more pleasure from the hot cavern encasing his pulsating member.

"You – " he stopped speaking and gasped, arching his back off the bed, head thrown back, eyes closed as he savored the ecstasy and pleasure he felt at that moment having the head of his penis gently nibbled and sucked.

His lover laughed at his reaction. He moaned. The vibrations snaking through from tip to end of his cock were enough to send him off the edge. He took a deep breath as if trying to cool his highly heated and impassioned self. Feeling his member being freed from its prison, he heaved a sigh of relief. The action made him aware that he was still as hard as a rock.

He muttered a fetid curse. And yelped.

His cock was being sucked in a delightful manner that one might a spoon surrounded by a sweet treat. He hissed. At the rate things are going, he's going to go mad if he does not find his release soon.

A hand started caressing his inner thigh. Coupled with the sensation of a tongue lapping at the underside of his cock incessantly, his control snapped.

He buried one hand in his lover's silky locks and bucked his hips to intensify his own pleasure.

He felt a tingly sensation coursing from the middle of his belly to the tip of his dick. He closed his eyes and cried out in bliss. He finally found release.

Gin came awake with a gasp. His eyes anxiously studied the ceiling and the surroundings as much as the dim light could illuminate. He patted the bed, the pillows, and looked at the sheets. He gave a sigh that reverberated throughout the room. He was on his own bed, in his own room, all right. What had transpired moments ago, thank heavens was just a dream that has repeatedly visited him for countless nights.

"Not a dream, no," he hastened to correct his own thoughts. "A nightmare."

How he wished he'd never have to sleep a wink again. Or have a second of idleness. He does not wish to be able to remember that moment of weakness, when one thing led to another.

Gin laid his right arm over closed eyes, trying to go back to the realm of unconsciousness. "No matter if my sleep is riddled with nightmares. I will not allow him to see how much affected I am," he vowed.

He sat up in bed and reached for the glass of water on the nightstand on the left side of his bed. It was mercifully cold. In a few seconds, he relieved the glass of its contents down to the last tiniest drop.

The glass was still coated with numerous beads of moisture. He rubbed it across his forehead, making a path to his neck, ending at the hollow at the base. It felt like heaven. Almost. His body was still feverish, swathed in sweat. He felt sticky all over. The results of the dream, he had no doubt.

He started to get up from his bed, intending to take a bath. The morning is still hours away. But he knew he would not be able to go back to sleep, much less an uneventful slumber.

Entering the bathroom, Gin shed the kimono he went to sleep in on the tiled surface of the floor. He turned on the shower knob and was immediately assailed with bitingly cold water.

Ducking his head under the spray, he leaned both hands against the wall on the sides of the shower, sighing, contemplating on the events that led to his breaking down and ultimate embarrassment.

"I shouldn't have given in, shouldn't have allowed myself to be sweet-talked," he murmured to himself. "Now I must pay for that one mistake for all of my nights."

Gin fell silent, continually allowing the rivulets of water to cool his heated body from the top of his head to the tips of his toes.

The door to the bathroom swung open. He pretended not to notice the entrance of the newcomer although his hairs seem to be standing to attention. Instead he grabbed a soap from the rack in front of him and started lathering his neck and torso.

He could hear the other person breathing heavily. Footsteps started making their way to him. He paid no heed. Next thing he knew though, the newcomer's chest was plastered against his back. The man's breath was hot on his neck. Goosebumps broke through his body. He had to check himself before he started to shiver and he let show how his presence bothered him.

Closing his eyes, he hissed, "What do you want now, Aizen?"

Aizen chuckled, pressing himself closer to Gin, letting him feel his hardness. "You might want to answer your own question."

Silence fell. Neither of them spoke a word, uttered a sound. Only the spraying of the water is audible. And their labored breathing.

Aizen splayed his left hand on Gin's chest, pinching a nipple. The other was covering Gin's hand which was, incidentally, frozen at the juncture between his thigh and penis. "I have come to remind you. Don't think I'll let you off the hook easily, Ichimaru Gin."

"I don't need any reminding from you!" he venomously spat, shaking off Aizen's hand.

"Just making sure," he shrugged.

He stepped away from Gin. Spying a bunch of towels neatly stacked in a wooden stool outside the shower are, he snagged one and started drying himself. He then took the soap from Gin's hand and put it back in its place.

"Rinse yourself and get dry and sleep some more," Aizen ordered.

"I'm not your pet!"

"Remember, Gin, remember."

Aizen's voice was full of malice as he left Gin to simmer by himself.

What is it that Aizen wants Gin to remember which the latter wishes to forget? Stay tuned if you want to find out. Teehee… ^_^