(FIC) From Roleplay to Reality
Title: From Roleplay to Reality
Author: Eumenides (flowerofsin)
Rating: NC-17 overall
Pairing: Gin/Tousen!Aizen, Aizen/Gin/Tousen
Warnings: none
Summary: Fantasy gets eclipsed by reality. No spoilers.
Part One
Walking the halls of Las Noches, Gin sought out a reitsu familiar to him. Peeking in through the opened door of one of the common areas, Ichimaru found Tousen as he'd expected, standing before the large window as if peering out and beyond as was often his habit. Gin often wondered about this behavior, since it wasn't as though the man could physically see the scenery at which he appeared to be gazing. Upon noticing that Gin was hovering near the adjacent doorway, Kaname turned toward the other shinigami, his face its usual placid mask.
“Hey, Tousen,” Gin began as he strolled into the room. “want to share some sake with me?” He raised the bottle he held to shake it gently, its contents swirling audibly.
“I'm not much for drink,” Kaname answered. He frowned slightly as he walked past Gin toward the door. “I wouldn't be surprised if it was laced with something, knowing you.”
Gin frowned, his voice only partly filled with mock hurt as he turned toward the other shinigami. “Aw, how mean, Tousen!”
Tousen paused in the doorway, turning to cast sightless eyes over his shoulder. “The truth is often cruel, Gin.”
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“I don't think Tousen likes me,” Gin said suddenly the next day as he sat on the couch near Aizen, breaking the companionable silence as the two had their tea.
Aizen's tea cup paused on its way to his lips at Gin's words before the shinigami replied, “I doubt that he hates you, Gin.”
Gin leaned heavily against the back of the couch as he watched Aizen sip his tea. “'Not hating' and 'liking' are two different things.”
Aizen chuckled before setting his cup back onto its saucer that rested on the low table before them. “It might be all those pranks you've pulled on him over the years.”
“It's not like I meant anything by them,” Gin insisted. “I've pulled pranks on just about everybody.”
“Kaname isn't the kind of man who enjoys being teased, Gin,” Sousuke told his companion. He cast a thoughtful gaze at the other shinigami. “It's not like you to be concerned about something like this.”
Gin glanced at the other man before leaning over to stir his tea, seeming to find the swirling liquid of great interest by the way he was gazing at it. “It's not that I'm concerned or anything,” he insisted, “but we're the only shinigami here. We should get along, shouldn't we?”
“Of course,” Aizen replied, wearing his usual pleasant expression. It irked Gin that he couldn't always tell what lay behind it.
“He's always going off by himself,” Gin continued. “It's almost like he's trying to be an outsider here.”
“Well, he was like that in Soul Society as well for the most part,” Aizen pointed out.
“Yeah, but he's even worse now,” Ichimaru insisted. “It's not good when you think about it. We should be more united, shouldn't we? So I try to be sociable, but Tousen just rejects any attempt I make. It's annoying! I'm no example of virtue, but I'm really not that bad of a guy,” he finished.
Aizen made a sound of agreement as he sipped his tea. Feeling the weight of Sousuke's stare and the even expression he wore, Gin had the sneaking suspicion that he was being analyzed.
“I had no idea that you felt lonely, Gin,” Aizen remarked finally. “I suppose that I should be more attentive than I have been.”
Gin sighed. “That's not what's bothering me,” he insisted. Aizen often had a roving eye, but this was something he had long since accepted about the other man. Monogamy wasn't a word in Aizen's vocabulary.
“Then what-?” Aizen paused mid sentence as something dawned on him. The realization made a smile bloom on his face as he chuckled, irritating Gin beyond end. “I had no idea that he was your type, Gin,” Sousuke said, his voice laced with good humor. “The two of you are almost complete opposites in a way.”
Gin sighed, seeing no point in denying what the other man figured out. “You don't have to be so amused about it.”
Aizen leaned an elbow against the back of the couch, resting his cheek on his upturned hand as he eyed his friend. “I suppose that I can understand the allure. Kaname is a rather attractive man. Even though his personality can be off-putting, it makes one wonder what lies under it.” He smirked, a scene playing behind his eyes. “Reserved people can be fairly... interesting under the right set of circumstances. Having a proud man like that beneath you could be very exhilarating.”
Frowning, Gin glanced over at Aizen. He could just picture the images that had caused that far away look in his eyes.“If it was you, it wouldn't even be a problem. He'd do almost anything if it you asked him.”
Sousuke smiled faintly. “You sound a little bitter about that, Gin.”
For his part, Gin didn't answer, instead leaning heavily against the back of the couch. Aizen canted his head as he regarded him.
“But to be honest, I'm not even sure if Kaname is interested in that sort of thing, regardless of who is doing the asking, judging by his behavior in Soul Society,” Aizen said, “I've never heard of him having much of a taste in men. Or women, to be honest.” He spent a moment considering Gin's downcast expression before he spoke. “It's not like you to be so depressed about something, Gin,” Aizen observed. He smiled faintly at the other shinigami's bowed head. “Gin, look at me,” he instructed in a low voice. “I'll show you how much I like you.”
Puzzled by Aizen's words, Gin turned to gaze at the other shinigami. For a moment, he saw Sousuke's faintly smiling face before his vision shimmered. Gin blinked as if to clear it, watching Aizen's form shift until it appeared to be Tousen that sat beside him. Gin gasped as Aizen wearing Tousen's countenance sidled next to him.
“No way,” Gin murmured, his eyes wide as Tousen's gloved hands grasped his face. Full lips pressed against his mouth. It wasn't one of the demanding kisses of Aizen's that he was used to, but the tentative press of the inexperienced. Gin still felt as though he was rendered breathless by it.
Those lips hovered over over his own, warm breath caressing them as Aizen spoke in a close approximation of Tousen's voice, “It's hard for me to resist when you're so persistent, Gin.”
Still stunned, Gin could only blink as Tousen's face loomed closer for another kiss. Gin couldn't remember a time when Sousuke had used his hypnotic abilities with him for amorous play. Giving in to the moment, Gin raised an arm to wrap around the other shinigami's waist, his other hand carding through what seemed to be dark braids. He deepened the kiss, aroused by the way Aizen allowed him to take control of it.
Aizen broke the kiss to pull back slightly, Tousen's face shy. “I'm not good with things like this,” he admitted. He cast his eyes to the side as if embarrassed. “I haven't had much experience with men.”
“T-That's okay,” Gin answered, playing along. “I don't mind. You know how much I like teaching.”
Gin could see pearly eyes gazing at him through Tousen's visor. “I'd make an excellent student,”the shinigami said, his expression almost coy. “I'm very eager to learn.”
Gin watched as Tousen laid back against the arm of the couch, his braids spilling behind it. A gloved hand grasped the zipper at the apex of his collar, drawing it slowly downward as Gin's eyes widened, exposing a tantalizing sliver of the dark skin beneath. “So please, Gin, teach me about the love found between men.”
Ichimaru couldn't remember the last time that Aizen had bottomed for him. His head swimming at the rare allowance from the man, Gin moved to hover over Tousen's recumbent form. “I'll show you everything,” he promised, leaning down farther to plant kisses on his lips and the exposed skin of his chest. “One on one teaching is my sort of thing,” he murmured against his skin. Gin spread pale fabric to expose Tousen's muscled chest, his lips fastening to a nipple as the shinigami moaned.
Unbeknownst to the amorous couple on the couch, an observer had gazed through the crack in the door to the room just as Aizen had worked his power, shocked at seeing not Aizen but the aloof Tousen grasp Ichimaru and pull him close for a kiss. An observer who stood frozen as Gin's lips trailed down Tousen's chest and belly before reaching their destination, making the dark-skinned shinigami arch and moan. Finally managing to tear herself away from the scene, the blushing Menoly went to seek out her friend to fill her in on the latest in juicy gossip.
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Author: Eumenides (flowerofsin)
Rating: NC-17 overall
Pairing: Gin/Tousen!Aizen, Aizen/Gin/Tousen
Warnings: none
Summary: Fantasy gets eclipsed by reality. No spoilers.
Part One
Walking the halls of Las Noches, Gin sought out a reitsu familiar to him. Peeking in through the opened door of one of the common areas, Ichimaru found Tousen as he'd expected, standing before the large window as if peering out and beyond as was often his habit. Gin often wondered about this behavior, since it wasn't as though the man could physically see the scenery at which he appeared to be gazing. Upon noticing that Gin was hovering near the adjacent doorway, Kaname turned toward the other shinigami, his face its usual placid mask.
“Hey, Tousen,” Gin began as he strolled into the room. “want to share some sake with me?” He raised the bottle he held to shake it gently, its contents swirling audibly.
“I'm not much for drink,” Kaname answered. He frowned slightly as he walked past Gin toward the door. “I wouldn't be surprised if it was laced with something, knowing you.”
Gin frowned, his voice only partly filled with mock hurt as he turned toward the other shinigami. “Aw, how mean, Tousen!”
Tousen paused in the doorway, turning to cast sightless eyes over his shoulder. “The truth is often cruel, Gin.”
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“I don't think Tousen likes me,” Gin said suddenly the next day as he sat on the couch near Aizen, breaking the companionable silence as the two had their tea.
Aizen's tea cup paused on its way to his lips at Gin's words before the shinigami replied, “I doubt that he hates you, Gin.”
Gin leaned heavily against the back of the couch as he watched Aizen sip his tea. “'Not hating' and 'liking' are two different things.”
Aizen chuckled before setting his cup back onto its saucer that rested on the low table before them. “It might be all those pranks you've pulled on him over the years.”
“It's not like I meant anything by them,” Gin insisted. “I've pulled pranks on just about everybody.”
“Kaname isn't the kind of man who enjoys being teased, Gin,” Sousuke told his companion. He cast a thoughtful gaze at the other shinigami. “It's not like you to be concerned about something like this.”
Gin glanced at the other man before leaning over to stir his tea, seeming to find the swirling liquid of great interest by the way he was gazing at it. “It's not that I'm concerned or anything,” he insisted, “but we're the only shinigami here. We should get along, shouldn't we?”
“Of course,” Aizen replied, wearing his usual pleasant expression. It irked Gin that he couldn't always tell what lay behind it.
“He's always going off by himself,” Gin continued. “It's almost like he's trying to be an outsider here.”
“Well, he was like that in Soul Society as well for the most part,” Aizen pointed out.
“Yeah, but he's even worse now,” Ichimaru insisted. “It's not good when you think about it. We should be more united, shouldn't we? So I try to be sociable, but Tousen just rejects any attempt I make. It's annoying! I'm no example of virtue, but I'm really not that bad of a guy,” he finished.
Aizen made a sound of agreement as he sipped his tea. Feeling the weight of Sousuke's stare and the even expression he wore, Gin had the sneaking suspicion that he was being analyzed.
“I had no idea that you felt lonely, Gin,” Aizen remarked finally. “I suppose that I should be more attentive than I have been.”
Gin sighed. “That's not what's bothering me,” he insisted. Aizen often had a roving eye, but this was something he had long since accepted about the other man. Monogamy wasn't a word in Aizen's vocabulary.
“Then what-?” Aizen paused mid sentence as something dawned on him. The realization made a smile bloom on his face as he chuckled, irritating Gin beyond end. “I had no idea that he was your type, Gin,” Sousuke said, his voice laced with good humor. “The two of you are almost complete opposites in a way.”
Gin sighed, seeing no point in denying what the other man figured out. “You don't have to be so amused about it.”
Aizen leaned an elbow against the back of the couch, resting his cheek on his upturned hand as he eyed his friend. “I suppose that I can understand the allure. Kaname is a rather attractive man. Even though his personality can be off-putting, it makes one wonder what lies under it.” He smirked, a scene playing behind his eyes. “Reserved people can be fairly... interesting under the right set of circumstances. Having a proud man like that beneath you could be very exhilarating.”
Frowning, Gin glanced over at Aizen. He could just picture the images that had caused that far away look in his eyes.“If it was you, it wouldn't even be a problem. He'd do almost anything if it you asked him.”
Sousuke smiled faintly. “You sound a little bitter about that, Gin.”
For his part, Gin didn't answer, instead leaning heavily against the back of the couch. Aizen canted his head as he regarded him.
“But to be honest, I'm not even sure if Kaname is interested in that sort of thing, regardless of who is doing the asking, judging by his behavior in Soul Society,” Aizen said, “I've never heard of him having much of a taste in men. Or women, to be honest.” He spent a moment considering Gin's downcast expression before he spoke. “It's not like you to be so depressed about something, Gin,” Aizen observed. He smiled faintly at the other shinigami's bowed head. “Gin, look at me,” he instructed in a low voice. “I'll show you how much I like you.”
Puzzled by Aizen's words, Gin turned to gaze at the other shinigami. For a moment, he saw Sousuke's faintly smiling face before his vision shimmered. Gin blinked as if to clear it, watching Aizen's form shift until it appeared to be Tousen that sat beside him. Gin gasped as Aizen wearing Tousen's countenance sidled next to him.
“No way,” Gin murmured, his eyes wide as Tousen's gloved hands grasped his face. Full lips pressed against his mouth. It wasn't one of the demanding kisses of Aizen's that he was used to, but the tentative press of the inexperienced. Gin still felt as though he was rendered breathless by it.
Those lips hovered over over his own, warm breath caressing them as Aizen spoke in a close approximation of Tousen's voice, “It's hard for me to resist when you're so persistent, Gin.”
Still stunned, Gin could only blink as Tousen's face loomed closer for another kiss. Gin couldn't remember a time when Sousuke had used his hypnotic abilities with him for amorous play. Giving in to the moment, Gin raised an arm to wrap around the other shinigami's waist, his other hand carding through what seemed to be dark braids. He deepened the kiss, aroused by the way Aizen allowed him to take control of it.
Aizen broke the kiss to pull back slightly, Tousen's face shy. “I'm not good with things like this,” he admitted. He cast his eyes to the side as if embarrassed. “I haven't had much experience with men.”
“T-That's okay,” Gin answered, playing along. “I don't mind. You know how much I like teaching.”
Gin could see pearly eyes gazing at him through Tousen's visor. “I'd make an excellent student,”the shinigami said, his expression almost coy. “I'm very eager to learn.”
Gin watched as Tousen laid back against the arm of the couch, his braids spilling behind it. A gloved hand grasped the zipper at the apex of his collar, drawing it slowly downward as Gin's eyes widened, exposing a tantalizing sliver of the dark skin beneath. “So please, Gin, teach me about the love found between men.”
Ichimaru couldn't remember the last time that Aizen had bottomed for him. His head swimming at the rare allowance from the man, Gin moved to hover over Tousen's recumbent form. “I'll show you everything,” he promised, leaning down farther to plant kisses on his lips and the exposed skin of his chest. “One on one teaching is my sort of thing,” he murmured against his skin. Gin spread pale fabric to expose Tousen's muscled chest, his lips fastening to a nipple as the shinigami moaned.
Unbeknownst to the amorous couple on the couch, an observer had gazed through the crack in the door to the room just as Aizen had worked his power, shocked at seeing not Aizen but the aloof Tousen grasp Ichimaru and pull him close for a kiss. An observer who stood frozen as Gin's lips trailed down Tousen's chest and belly before reaching their destination, making the dark-skinned shinigami arch and moan. Finally managing to tear herself away from the scene, the blushing Menoly went to seek out her friend to fill her in on the latest in juicy gossip.
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