First Contact - Encounters
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male › Aizen/Gin
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Worthy
I met him again on another of my solo night walks.
“This is getting to be your death wish, isn't it?” I said, my voice steady and pleasant.
He lounged against a pillar. “I was here until you walked this way, sir. I didn't follow you.”
“Really.” He seemed a little too confident. I decided to take him down a notch. “They do say the best hunters wait while the lesser hunters chase.”
“... I'm not... hunting, sir.”
Smart boy. Didn't mention that I was testing him. He didn't collapse under my sudden surge in reiatsu, but I saw beads of perspiration forming and rolling down the contours of his body. I held back the pressure.
It was still a game, after all. I didn't want a broken toy so early.
“On such a night, shouldn't you be with your lovely lady?” I advanced slowly, my eyes lingering on his lips, his collarbone, his crotch, back to his eyes. My lips parted, just a little for him to see my tongue at the edge of my teeth.
“She's no lady of mine, sir.” He straightened; perhaps he thought he knew what I wanted to do to him.
Instead I walked nonchalantly past him. “What is her name?”
“Matsumoto Rangiku, sir.”
“I see.” I kept walking, and smiled when he began trailing after me. “I will not do anything until you ask.”
“Will you really do whatever I asked, sir?”
I stopped moving and turned my face, letting him view part of my profile. “Is that your way of asking?”
He walked right up to my back, almost timidly in the last few steps. “How do you prefer to be asked then, sir?”
I kept the smile on, the gentlemanly smile my colleagues and compatriots tend to be fooled by.
He ignored the smile as he placed his hands on my broad shoulders, then ran both hands down my arms. My smile disappeared when he laced his long, slim fingers with mine.
To his credit he didn't flinch, but pressed closer. “Is this the way you liked to be asked, sir?”
I inhaled the light scent he wore, pleased by his daring. “Yes.”
He smiled. “Will you ask me for my name?”
Why not play along? It was a game.
I pushed slightly backwards into him, and felt his warm breath on my neck. “What is your name, bold young man?”
“I am Ichimaru Gin.” He made to untangle his fingers from mine but I clenched my fists tightly. He cried out for the sudden pain.
I tugged him closer. I could feel his heart pounding against my back. “You forgot to be polite. You forgot your smile.”
Instantly he was smiling contritely. “I apologize, sir. My unworthy name is Ichimaru Gin.”
“It is not unworthy,” I said, releasing my grip but not releasing my touch. “It suits you very well. I shall call you by your name the next time we meet.”
“Thank you sir.”
“Good evening then.” I let go of his fingers and moved on, not looking back.
“This is getting to be your death wish, isn't it?” I said, my voice steady and pleasant.
He lounged against a pillar. “I was here until you walked this way, sir. I didn't follow you.”
“Really.” He seemed a little too confident. I decided to take him down a notch. “They do say the best hunters wait while the lesser hunters chase.”
“... I'm not... hunting, sir.”
Smart boy. Didn't mention that I was testing him. He didn't collapse under my sudden surge in reiatsu, but I saw beads of perspiration forming and rolling down the contours of his body. I held back the pressure.
It was still a game, after all. I didn't want a broken toy so early.
“On such a night, shouldn't you be with your lovely lady?” I advanced slowly, my eyes lingering on his lips, his collarbone, his crotch, back to his eyes. My lips parted, just a little for him to see my tongue at the edge of my teeth.
“She's no lady of mine, sir.” He straightened; perhaps he thought he knew what I wanted to do to him.
Instead I walked nonchalantly past him. “What is her name?”
“Matsumoto Rangiku, sir.”
“I see.” I kept walking, and smiled when he began trailing after me. “I will not do anything until you ask.”
“Will you really do whatever I asked, sir?”
I stopped moving and turned my face, letting him view part of my profile. “Is that your way of asking?”
He walked right up to my back, almost timidly in the last few steps. “How do you prefer to be asked then, sir?”
I kept the smile on, the gentlemanly smile my colleagues and compatriots tend to be fooled by.
He ignored the smile as he placed his hands on my broad shoulders, then ran both hands down my arms. My smile disappeared when he laced his long, slim fingers with mine.
To his credit he didn't flinch, but pressed closer. “Is this the way you liked to be asked, sir?”
I inhaled the light scent he wore, pleased by his daring. “Yes.”
He smiled. “Will you ask me for my name?”
Why not play along? It was a game.
I pushed slightly backwards into him, and felt his warm breath on my neck. “What is your name, bold young man?”
“I am Ichimaru Gin.” He made to untangle his fingers from mine but I clenched my fists tightly. He cried out for the sudden pain.
I tugged him closer. I could feel his heart pounding against my back. “You forgot to be polite. You forgot your smile.”
Instantly he was smiling contritely. “I apologize, sir. My unworthy name is Ichimaru Gin.”
“It is not unworthy,” I said, releasing my grip but not releasing my touch. “It suits you very well. I shall call you by your name the next time we meet.”
“Thank you sir.”
“Good evening then.” I let go of his fingers and moved on, not looking back.