This is a fanfiction afterall... And btw, don't own Bleach...

In the Veil of Darkness

"Tsk."

It's funny how even a tiny sound can convey a great feeling of distaste.

He had been observing Gin since the fateful day of rebellion and conquest of Hueco Mundo. And he did not like what he had so far observed.

Outside appearances deceive. He himself was a testament to that age-old adage. And now so is Gin. Only he, Aizen Sosuke, knew what was really going on beyond the cheerful, yet icy, exterior of Ichimaru Gin. And he intended to take matters into his own hands. Literally.

It was completely, utterly useless that he had begged to retire to his chambers early. He lay on his bed for hours grasping at elusive sleep that allowed him to touch his hand to it but danced away the moment he tried to capture it. Like a woman teasing him, challenging, daring him to catch her.

He cursed. That was one area of his memories that he did not care to visit. But the more he tried not to remember, the more often those long buried (or so he thought) memories popped up unbidden into his consciousness.

Call him weak, but hell, he'd rather not venture there because of the pain.

Urgent knocks on his door broke his reverie which he – though he did not want to admit it – was thankful for. "Who could it be in this ungodly hour?" he complained.

He opened the door, ready to blast away the head of whichever dumbass dared to bother him. Just as Gin was about to raise his hand, his eyes fell upon Aizen's smiling face.

"Ah! Roundin' up your comrades and minions, eh? What's the fuss so late at night?" he commented drily.

"Drop it," Aizen's tone was firm with command, making it clear that he will brook no disobedience, even from one he would call friend.

"Eh? Don't know what ya talkin' 'bout," Ichimaru's eternal smile slipped into a frown, his forehead creasing.

"I said drop the pretense, Gin. You don't have to keep it up when you're alone with me," Aizen calmly explained.

He became somber. He should probably invite Aizen in but –

"May I come in?" Aizen interrupted his mulling.

Not willing to risk insulting hi, Gin invited the former 3rd squad captain in.

Quitely, Aizen snuck up behind Gin.

"Would you –"

"Allow me to help you forget her," Aizen said in his ear, his hands caressing Gin's arms.

A jolt of shock, a shiver of pleasure. Those were what he felt when Aizen blew in his ear and gently nibbled the sensitive lobe.

His eyesight became hazy; a soft moan escaped his barely parted lips. Not a single thought in his head but of the myriad of sensations.

Aizen undid the bow that held close Gin's robe together. His hand slowly trailed a burning path from his chest at the tantalizing curls at the base of his manhood. He took off the robe and allowed it to pool at their feet.

The brown-haired ex-captain then took care of his own clothing, letting them fall to the cold marble floor. Aizen turned Gin to face him and raised his face to him. He started to nibble on the delectable lower lip, sucked it, and earned for himself another lustful moan. Finally, he claimed his lips with a searing kiss.

He drew Gin closer in his embrace, his arms going round him, not willing to let go as he plundered the former's mouth. He thrust his tongue in, urging the other man to respond.

When a moment ago Gin's arms were limp by his sides, they were now exploring the contours of Aizen's body. As if they had a mind of their own, his hands came to rest at Aizen's hips.

He responded to Aizen's kiss with fervor like a drowning man wishing to experience one last bout of ecstasy before he sinks. He grinded his hips shamelessly, his own hardness to the other man's.

He didn't know who led whom to the bed but the next thing he became aware of was of him pinned to the bed beneath Aizen Sosuke.

Gin pulled Aizen's head to him. Becoming aggressive he kissed him with the fervor of all his pent-up, unconsumed emotions.

One hand was entangled in lush brown locks. The other freely roaming and experiencing a body once prohibited and had never touched in such a manner before. His hand came to rest on one smooth butt cheek. Overcame by a feeling of impishness, he playfully gave it a pinch.

Extricating himself from Gin's lips and embrace, Aizen barked "What in the world did you do that for?" looking really pissed.

He made the mistake of looking into Gin's passion misted eyes. He stopped in mid-tirade. The eyes he saw were different from those he was used to seeing after they left their own world. Gin's eyes were devoid of those haunting emotions that he hated to perceive. In their place was something impish, childish almost.

"For that you're going to be punished."

He bound Gin's wrists with one hand. That done, he proceeded to suck at the indentation at the base of his throat.

Gin lay there. Almost helpless, allowing the other man to hold the reins. He was willing to go wherever he would be led.

His breaths were starting to come out as short gasps. It felt like his whole being was on fire. If this didn't stop soon, he didn't know what would become of both of them.

Aizen started a slow, fiery trail from there to his nipples. Puckering, begging to be given lavish attention.

Gin arched slightly his back off the bed. He moaned as one sensitive bud was deliciously bitten. He pressed on Aizen's head, giving him an insight as to how pleasurable his punishment was to him.

A complaint was on the tip of his tongue when Aizen stopped his sweet torture on one rosy bud. But he was immediately silenced when the other was given the same attention.

It made his heart soar. The knowledge that it was he, Aizen Sosuke, causing Ichimaru Gin to moan the way he was doing.

The thrumming of the blood on the lower part of his anatomy was becoming more and more insistent. This, coming to his attention, made him stop his ministrations.

He released his hold on Gin's wrists. Purposefully, he wedged one knee between the pliant man's legs. He pressed his own erection against Gin's belly, making him aware of how far gone they both were.

He held Gin's face between his hands, looked into his eyes, reveling in the lust and passion most evident. He thumbed the lips that had become swollen with his kisses.

"Gin," he breathed the name raspily. "I'm giving you this chance."

It touched him that he would ask even though he was almost at the edge. "If I said I didn't want this to go on, would you allow me to leave?"

"No. Hell, no."

"Then why did you ask?"

"Because…" he racked his brain for an answer. Finding none, he cursed.

"Take me, Aizen," an impassioned voice whispered in his ear.

He groaned.

He spread further Gin's legs to ease his entry. Wrapping them around his waist, he thrust into Gin's hole.

Oh, how tight he was. It felt like he was designed to accommodate him and only him.

He began to move in a slow rhythm, allowing his body to get used to his length. Building, slowly building, stoking the crackling fire, fire of desire and lust consuming them both.

Gin took the liberty of stroking himself in time with Aizen's thrusts into him. Somehow, at the back of his mind, a voice was telling him that it wasn't proper, what he was doing. Who the hell cared about propriety when he was in heaven?

He moaned as Aizen hit that one sweet spot inside him.

"Do you like it? Tell me," Aizen demanded.

"Yes, oh, yes."

What sweet ecstasy, this. Why had he not tried it until now? But then, he knew the answer. He still had her before.

Another thrust sent him rocketing near the edge. He could feel it. He was, no, they were almost there.

Continuing his ministrations, he clutched at Aizen's back urging him to bring them both to fulfillment. He stiffened. With one more thrust, they both shuddered. He could feel Aizen's seed in his whole and his own in his hands.

Aizen slumped and lay spent by Gin's side.

"Sleep. Take your rest. I'll gradually vanquish her from your thoughts," he murmured to the already sleeping form of Gin.

Whew... I finally finished another chapter. 3 simultaneous uploads. Hallelujah!

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