Life on the streets and in the box had left several indelible marks on Ichimaru Gin's life. Perhaps the clearest and most readily noticed being his inability to sleep soundly and fully. He mostly dozed, hovering between waking and sleeping, his mind drifting off into elaborate daydreams that precluded by never really led to sleep. He listened to Hei's breathing in the thick silence of the room, wanting its low, steady rhythm to lull him to proper rest, but no. Despite the warmth of the body pressed up against him, the full satisfaction of his orgasm still thrumming through his body in ever decreasing waves, sleep eluded him, it teased him, but Gin was too used to his restlessness to be bothered. Beside him, Hei seemed to sleep deeply and without any of the nightmares of the past.
He awoke to one of the more restful spaces of half-sleep to a slow and careful movement against his body. Skin against skin, the whisper of the sheets, a small dipping in the mattress beside them. It was Hei stirring, but not in the same way as before. There were not the small jostles and shifts of sleep, but rather something more cautious, more deliberate.
Without warning, Gin reached out quickly, one arm wrapping tight around Hei's waist, his narrow hips, and pulling the young man close to him once again, turned slightly so to whisper. As he spoke, his lips brushed against the shell of Hei's ear. "Yare yare, Hei," his tone admonishing. "Where are you going without even a whisper? Do not tell me that you have grown tired of this, naa?"
It simply hadn't occurred to him to stay until Gin woke up. Hei had woken up, slightly disoriented until the memories of the night before had come rushing back, reminding him where he was, and that the warmth at his back was the man he served, the man he owed his life, the man he-
Dangerous ideas, he thought, frowning and pushing them away.
Shifting, trying to slide out from under Gin's arm had woken him, and Hei knew that he should have known it would have, but he was still startled when Gin pulled him back. In his mind, the mood from the night before should have dissipated, should have vanished like dew beneath the heat of the sun. But Gin's lips at his ear, the arm around his waist told him that it hadn't. Or, at least, not entirely.
I haven't, he wanted to say. He wanted to tell the man that he was more comfortable there than any other place he had ever been. But he didn't. "Aa, I didn't want to wake you," he murmured softly, purposefully not saying the man's name, not knowing where they were between 'Ichimaru-sama' and 'Gin' at the moment.
"I do not sleep, Hei," Gin said quietly, his breath tickling the side of the young man's face. "You will learn that quickly enough." A hand moved across the front of Hei's body, palm barely grazing the skin of his chest, his arms, the flat plan of his stomach, before finally moving to turn him so he lay prone once again on his back. Gin crawled slowly on top of him, finding a space there between his warm thighs, one hand tickling a path down his chest, the other bracing himself besides Hei's head. Gin smiled and drank deeply from the young man's expression. The faintest widening of the eyes, and indication of surprise, but why? Surely he had made himself clear enough the night before, but perhaps, there were still lingering doubts in his second's mind. His grin widened.
Silver hair falling down into his face, the sinew and muscles of his thin arms taut and moving slightly beneath his pale skin, Gin held himself up to look down at Hei, eyes moving across his body and his face. "You have not answered my question, naa? Ara, you are always so careful to make sure that I do not ask twice."
It was an interesting reverse of their position from last night, Hei thought, staring up at the other man. But now, in the morning light, Gin was as in control-of the situation, of himself, of Hei-in a way that Hei hadn't been even when their positions had been reversed. He fought not squirm beneath Gin's body and beneath his gaze, and had to swallow-his mouth suddenly dry-had to lick his lips, as he tried to remember how to string coherent words into speech. He clutched at the sheets, not knowing what else to do with his hands.
"Iie," he murmured finally, trying to speak around his pounding heart, which seemed to have taken up residence in his throat. "I haven't grown tired of this... Gin."
Gin made a soft sound, a tiny cooing in his throat at the mention of his name. It was not unlike the sound one would make when luring a skittish cat, offering it small noises of encouragement, of praise, for every hesitant step it took in the right direction. Their bodies pressed so tight together, Gin imagined that Hei could feel the noise hum between their skin; it set his nerves alight once more, an echo of the previous night's passion. Between Hei's thighs, Gin could feel himself grow slightly hard against the young man's belly. He grinned. "Tch. You are too skittish this way, naa, Hei."
Slowly, carefully, Gin bent down to kiss Hei, his lips lingering above his second's for a passing moment before finally pressing down fully and parting. The softness of Hei's mouth enveloped his tongue, it yielded to him gratefully, the same as the rest of Hei. Gin pulled away, reluctantly, and licked his lips to savor the taste of Hei's spit; a slight blush rose to his pale cheeks. "You must be strong for your commander, naa?" He laughed. "Fill yourself with resolve, Hei. Here and out there and always."
"Aa, sumimasen, Gin," Hei whispered, his eyes fluttering slightly at the press of Gin's lips. His mouth opened with a soft sigh beneath the other man's, a rush of disappointment hitting him when Gin pulled back. He leaned up, following the man's lips with his own. Almost in response to the press of the other man's erection, he felt his own cock start to get hard.
The man pulled back farther than he could follow though, and he eased back down to the bed, looking up at Gin, wondering what his commander would do next.
"Ara ara," Gin raised an eyebrow in amused surprise as he felt Hei's erection grow flush and hard against him. "When I said resolve, Hei, this was not quite what I meant, naa?" A merciless giggle escaped his lips as he pushed his body down into the young man's, sliding along its length until finally their two cocks rubbed up against one another hottly. Gin hissed, throwing his head back to expose the the curve and sinew of his throat, and with an urgent hand, wrapped his strong fingers around both of them as best he could, giving a rough thrust of his hips, causing them to slip from his grasp. "Tell me, Hei," he whispered roughly, his head lolling over his shoulders as he shoved against him again with his hips. "Tell me what you want."
Lowering himself down now, he pressed his body fully against Hei's, his mouth again hovering above his lips, the words catching on a sharp hitch in his breath. "You know what I want Hei. I want you." Another hard thrust, his hand still struggling to stroke them both together. "Like this. With me."
Beneath Gin his body arched, like a finely crafted bow drawn back by the most expert of archers, pressing up against the other man. His mouth opened to answer the man's question-because that's what Gin wanted, after all, no matter how distracted Hei might be-but the only thing that came out was a soft moan, escaping him like a sigh. He tried again, only to be answered by another of Gin's thrusts, stealing another moan from his throat instead of an answer.
Forcing his hands to release their grip on the sheets, Hei slid them over Gin's chest and down until they found his hips. Gripping them to hold the man still for a moment, he groped desperately for the answer he knew the man wanted and the one he wanted to give. "I want to be here with you," he murmured finally, his voice soft and just a little breathless. "I want what you want, as always." Without thinking, he spread his legs further-settling Gin securely between his thighs-and going so far as to raise one of them to drape it over the back of Gin's legs.
Gin chuckled as he felt Hei's thighs tremble as they spread father apart. The gesture sent chills of delight down his spine, that rush that came with knowing that Hei was still willing to submit himself completely, his eagerness and submission still complete. Releasing his desperate grip around both of their two cocks, he reached back and, with his fingers, pulled Hei's leg up and closer around him, his calf now pressed up against Gin's side, his foot coming in contact with the his back in an even rhythm as Gin continued to grind their hips hard against one another. Leaning down for another kiss, he hummed against Hei's lips -- tongue teasing, teeth scraping -- feeding him morsels of breath with each growing thrust -- tiny gasps and shuddered moans passing between them. "Ara, Hei," his voice a throaty whisper, the words smudged. "I like the way you feel."
In all honesty, Gin was rather surprised by the depth of his own appetite. He had spent the fallow years since Rangiku indifferent and disinterested in sex, but now, here with Hei, he was consumed by a ferocious longing. Something completely foreign to him and all-consuming, more so than the sweet lull of violence -- something elusive and enticing, something visceral in its seduction. In some ways, it eclipsed his former lover but not completely, and together both Hei and Rangiku hung like two moons across the dark sky of his desires.
"Ara, If I could," he continued, his words uneven along with his breathing, "I would keep you here, naa? No famiglia, no houses. Just you and me and this, Hei."
There were some things that were instinctive, he discovered. As Hei's hips rocked forwards to answer the man's movements, he brought his other leg up, wrapping both of them around Gin's slim waist. There was something more to be had, he thought, something more that could between them, but between the kisses that left him breathless and dizzy and the thrusts of Gin's hips that left him delirious, and his inexperience... Well, he wasn't sure what it was, where to go, or how to ask.
He shifted his hands, sliding them over his commander's back and up his sides. His fingers found Gin's nipples, ghosting lightly over them, teasing the man. Still falling back on his lust-filled memories of the previous night, when he had found all the little spots on Gin's chest and neck that could make the man writhe. He wanted to find them again, wanted to hear their moans mixing together and becoming one strangled sound of passion. Breaking away from the kisses, Hei pressed his lips to Gin's neck with each thrust of the other man's hips. "Aa, Gin, with no houses and no famiglia," he murmured softly, lips against Gin's ear and echoing Gin's words, "I would let you keep me here. Because I know this would never stop."
Gin laughed, pressing the side of his face to Hei's hair. Breathing in deep he could smell his skin, his sweat, the heady musk. "Ara," he struggled, his lips parted with another desperate moan. "There are other ways that I can keep you, and claim you, Hei. Things I have yet to teach you." His hands wandered down again, one grasping each of the young man's thighs, and with a rough motion, pushed them farther apart. Their cocks, now sticky and slick with precum, still rubbed against one another with urgency, Hei's openness allowing Gin to grind more fully against him. Hei gasped, and his commander rewarded him with another smile, baring teeth against the curve of his jaw. "Would you like for me to show you, naa? You have had such an excellent teacher."
Before Hei could answer, a small chirp whistled, coming from a pile of clothes sitting near the foot of the bed. In response, Gin made an irritated click with his tongue.
Pulling away, he ran his tongue along he sinewed edge that ran along the length of Hei's neck, allowing himself one last indulgence, the taste of his skin in his mouth. His desire to linger could not be obeyed, not with the possibility of Byakuran or one of the others on the end of the line. As he stood, he reached for his slacks where they lay in a small pile on the floor, and, finding his phone -- flipped it open and pressed it to his ear.
"Moshi moshi," and then a long silence, the muffled sound of speaking coming faintly from the mobile. "Hai." Almost immediately, Gin's fluster, his openness fell away like sloughed skin, his body posture becoming straighter and more alert, his eyes moving back and forth across the wall above Hei's head, as if processing something very important. "Hai, Byakuran-han. Hai, as you say." As he spoke, Gin allowed himself to stretch, a delicious ache in this muscles a sweet remnant from the night before. His body, so pale and thin when stripped of its normal dark suit, betrayed his origins as a street rat scraping together an existence on the streets of New Tokyo. He was, in many ways, still the animal from long ago, a body made for violence and survival. Little more than sinew and bones and cruelty.
Eventually Gin's gaze fell back to Hei who lay in the bed, and with a sharp motion of his hand, gestured for him to get up. It was a familiar motion, almost second nature to them both, it meant business and work was not far behind. "Hai, Byakuran-han, immediately." His eyes though still held a remnant of his previous desire, and as Gin snapped he phone closed again, he allowed his free hand to ghost down across his stomach and chest, fingers grazing along the curve of his still very-evident erection.
He left him desperate and wanting. Biting back the desperate moan that wanted to crawl up his throat, he obeyed the other man's command, sitting up and swinging his legs off the side of the bed. The cooler air of the room did nothing to cool the heat of the desire running through Hei's blood, and he had to turn his eyes from the man standing across from him.
Standing, he remembered that a pair of his pants were somewhere in the front room, abandoned where they had left them the night before. He made a mental note to go find them-as well as his shirt and the buttons that he had popped off the other man's shirt as well. After all, what was between he and Gin now had it's place, and he had a feeling that his commander would say that their living room was not precisely the best place for it.
Hearing the phone click closed, Hei looked up again, meeting Gin's eyes. "Is everything alright, G-" He cut himself off sharply, his lips pulling into the smallest of frowns. He swallowed hard, catching the other man's movements, and forcing himself to maintain eye contact. "Has something happened, Ichimaru-sama?"
Gin smiled, catching Hei's correction -- a slight shift in tone, his pattern of speech, the name. He wondered how well Hei would manage maintaining this divide, how much of the night's fury and passion would bleed into their lives beyond the bedroom door, and how much of that bleed he would allow and enjoy.
"Byakuran has called his captains back to the complex; there is movement," he said simply, this tone matter-of-fact. He tossed his cell phone back onto the bed, and turning towards Hei, gave another suggestive stretch. "I am needed; therefore, so are you." Gin nodded before turning to move across the room, away from where Hei stood. When he spoke, it was with the most practiced nonchalance. "Our business will have to wait until later. You will be mindful to remind me, naa?" He gave the shortest of glances over his shoulder. Showed teeth, as his eyes moved over Hei's body for one last time. "Get dressed." And with a slight bow disappeared into the bathroom.
He awoke to one of the more restful spaces of half-sleep to a slow and careful movement against his body. Skin against skin, the whisper of the sheets, a small dipping in the mattress beside them. It was Hei stirring, but not in the same way as before. There were not the small jostles and shifts of sleep, but rather something more cautious, more deliberate.
Without warning, Gin reached out quickly, one arm wrapping tight around Hei's waist, his narrow hips, and pulling the young man close to him once again, turned slightly so to whisper. As he spoke, his lips brushed against the shell of Hei's ear. "Yare yare, Hei," his tone admonishing. "Where are you going without even a whisper? Do not tell me that you have grown tired of this, naa?"
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Dangerous ideas, he thought, frowning and pushing them away.
Shifting, trying to slide out from under Gin's arm had woken him, and Hei knew that he should have known it would have, but he was still startled when Gin pulled him back. In his mind, the mood from the night before should have dissipated, should have vanished like dew beneath the heat of the sun. But Gin's lips at his ear, the arm around his waist told him that it hadn't. Or, at least, not entirely.
I haven't, he wanted to say. He wanted to tell the man that he was more comfortable there than any other place he had ever been. But he didn't. "Aa, I didn't want to wake you," he murmured softly, purposefully not saying the man's name, not knowing where they were between 'Ichimaru-sama' and 'Gin' at the moment.
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Silver hair falling down into his face, the sinew and muscles of his thin arms taut and moving slightly beneath his pale skin, Gin held himself up to look down at Hei, eyes moving across his body and his face. "You have not answered my question, naa? Ara, you are always so careful to make sure that I do not ask twice."
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"Iie," he murmured finally, trying to speak around his pounding heart, which seemed to have taken up residence in his throat. "I haven't grown tired of this... Gin."
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Slowly, carefully, Gin bent down to kiss Hei, his lips lingering above his second's for a passing moment before finally pressing down fully and parting. The softness of Hei's mouth enveloped his tongue, it yielded to him gratefully, the same as the rest of Hei. Gin pulled away, reluctantly, and licked his lips to savor the taste of Hei's spit; a slight blush rose to his pale cheeks. "You must be strong for your commander, naa?" He laughed. "Fill yourself with resolve, Hei. Here and out there and always."
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The man pulled back farther than he could follow though, and he eased back down to the bed, looking up at Gin, wondering what his commander would do next.
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Lowering himself down now, he pressed his body fully against Hei's, his mouth again hovering above his lips, the words catching on a sharp hitch in his breath. "You know what I want Hei. I want you." Another hard thrust, his hand still struggling to stroke them both together. "Like this. With me."
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Forcing his hands to release their grip on the sheets, Hei slid them over Gin's chest and down until they found his hips. Gripping them to hold the man still for a moment, he groped desperately for the answer he knew the man wanted and the one he wanted to give. "I want to be here with you," he murmured finally, his voice soft and just a little breathless. "I want what you want, as always." Without thinking, he spread his legs further-settling Gin securely between his thighs-and going so far as to raise one of them to drape it over the back of Gin's legs.
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In all honesty, Gin was rather surprised by the depth of his own appetite. He had spent the fallow years since Rangiku indifferent and disinterested in sex, but now, here with Hei, he was consumed by a ferocious longing. Something completely foreign to him and all-consuming, more so than the sweet lull of violence -- something elusive and enticing, something visceral in its seduction. In some ways, it eclipsed his former lover but not completely, and together both Hei and Rangiku hung like two moons across the dark sky of his desires.
"Ara, If I could," he continued, his words uneven along with his breathing, "I would keep you here, naa? No famiglia, no houses. Just you and me and this, Hei."
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He shifted his hands, sliding them over his commander's back and up his sides. His fingers found Gin's nipples, ghosting lightly over them, teasing the man. Still falling back on his lust-filled memories of the previous night, when he had found all the little spots on Gin's chest and neck that could make the man writhe. He wanted to find them again, wanted to hear their moans mixing together and becoming one strangled sound of passion. Breaking away from the kisses, Hei pressed his lips to Gin's neck with each thrust of the other man's hips. "Aa, Gin, with no houses and no famiglia," he murmured softly, lips against Gin's ear and echoing Gin's words, "I would let you keep me here. Because I know this would never stop."
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Before Hei could answer, a small chirp whistled, coming from a pile of clothes sitting near the foot of the bed. In response, Gin made an irritated click with his tongue.
Pulling away, he ran his tongue along he sinewed edge that ran along the length of Hei's neck, allowing himself one last indulgence, the taste of his skin in his mouth. His desire to linger could not be obeyed, not with the possibility of Byakuran or one of the others on the end of the line. As he stood, he reached for his slacks where they lay in a small pile on the floor, and, finding his phone -- flipped it open and pressed it to his ear.
"Moshi moshi," and then a long silence, the muffled sound of speaking coming faintly from the mobile. "Hai." Almost immediately, Gin's fluster, his openness fell away like sloughed skin, his body posture becoming straighter and more alert, his eyes moving back and forth across the wall above Hei's head, as if processing something very important. "Hai, Byakuran-han. Hai, as you say." As he spoke, Gin allowed himself to stretch, a delicious ache in this muscles a sweet remnant from the night before. His body, so pale and thin when stripped of its normal dark suit, betrayed his origins as a street rat scraping together an existence on the streets of New Tokyo. He was, in many ways, still the animal from long ago, a body made for violence and survival. Little more than sinew and bones and cruelty.
Eventually Gin's gaze fell back to Hei who lay in the bed, and with a sharp motion of his hand, gestured for him to get up. It was a familiar motion, almost second nature to them both, it meant business and work was not far behind. "Hai, Byakuran-han, immediately." His eyes though still held a remnant of his previous desire, and as Gin snapped he phone closed again, he allowed his free hand to ghost down across his stomach and chest, fingers grazing along the curve of his still very-evident erection.
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Standing, he remembered that a pair of his pants were somewhere in the front room, abandoned where they had left them the night before. He made a mental note to go find them-as well as his shirt and the buttons that he had popped off the other man's shirt as well. After all, what was between he and Gin now had it's place, and he had a feeling that his commander would say that their living room was not precisely the best place for it.
Hearing the phone click closed, Hei looked up again, meeting Gin's eyes. "Is everything alright, G-" He cut himself off sharply, his lips pulling into the smallest of frowns. He swallowed hard, catching the other man's movements, and forcing himself to maintain eye contact. "Has something happened, Ichimaru-sama?"
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"Byakuran has called his captains back to the complex; there is movement," he said simply, this tone matter-of-fact. He tossed his cell phone back onto the bed, and turning towards Hei, gave another suggestive stretch. "I am needed; therefore, so are you." Gin nodded before turning to move across the room, away from where Hei stood. When he spoke, it was with the most practiced nonchalance. "Our business will have to wait until later. You will be mindful to remind me, naa?" He gave the shortest of glances over his shoulder. Showed teeth, as his eyes moved over Hei's body for one last time. "Get dressed." And with a slight bow disappeared into the bathroom.
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