Unrequited love

Gin turned the page of the doujinshi he was reading and sighed, yeah he understood this Edogawa dialect that Soul Society had adopted as its official language but he would kill to read something in his own dialect. All this Konna ni Sonna ni and what not was driving him mad, why couldn’t they use konnai like a sane rational writer? However, despite the language the comic was good, Gin had to admit. He sat in his cubby hole hoping that he wouldn’t have to do any more jobs tonight, he was enjoying himself.

He looked up at the sliding door that covered the hole he was supposed to be servicing. He wouldn’t have to work this damned job if it weren’t for his little…gambling…problem. He grimaced at the thought. One week monitoring that American city…what was it? Los Vegas? After that, his home area of Kyoto and Osaka with the illegal gambling parlors ran by the Yakuza. Then he returned to Soul Society where he went and blew the last of his money and got himself into real trouble. It didn’t take long for him to run through all of his savings then to build up debt. He shook his head, the stress of it all overwhelming him again.

In order to keep his legs and fingers unbroken, he had agreed to work in such a place. He didn’t owe anyone in Soul Society all that much anymore. When his shift ended tonight he could pay off the rest of the debt with his recent pay check from his day job and he had already sworn to himself that he would never even look at a gambling parlor again. He looked down at the doujinshi in his hands and had to grin a bit, at least one good thing had come from that trip- he had gotten his hands on a few pieces of work from one of his favorite circles. Love Scythe had teamed up with Point out and had created one hell of a series. Useless Lover was his favorite doujinshi to date and he had quite a few to judge from.

The bell went off just as he was getting to the good part and he sighed, setting it down on a small desk that was kept in the cubical for just such a reason. He hoped who ever this was wasn’t too well hung. His jaw already hurt just a bit from the last two guys who had been by. When no one shoved themselves into the hole right away, he frowned…it couldn’t be…the teenager. He was probably some pricy thing from a lower royal family because he had money to come here but… He smirked, his mood lifting. That boy always hesitated, having to work himself up to it.

It was him he recognized the pale flesh as soon as it was presented to him. He almost groaned, leaning in to kiss it, offering up thanks to whatever god that looked after hapless half wits like him. The noble was well hung but not to the point that it would cause him pain to please him. However, that was not what he was thankful for, he liked this guy. He wasn’t rough on him, he tasted good and he was easy to tease. He could almost imagine that the man on the other side of the wall was Toushirou because he was still young from the sound of his voice.

He pushed that thought out of his head as he ran his tongue over the underside of that hard length. If he thought of this as Toushirou he would damned himself to suffer a hard on for the rest of his shift. He would NOT be as creepy as the rest of the staff back here who got off on sucking their clients to orgasm. He growled at himself in frustration, too many thoughts made him move too slowly down the man’s shaft, and as a result and he could tell that the guy was getting impatient for more.

He reached up and wrapped his fingers around the base, massaging it hearing the man’s muffled groan. Gin smirked, chuckling when his client bucked his hips. He ran his tongue up and down that hardening length again. There was power there, but whoever he was didn’t put his full power behind that thrust. He held back trying not to hurt him, he could imagine Shirou tangling his hands into his hair and making a real effort not to be too eager, afraid he’d hurt him. “Eager aren’t we?” He mumbled not caring if the person on the other side of the wall recognized his voice or not, he wanted to tease this man tonight.

His words earned him another buck and he sucked the head of the shaft into his mouth, bathing it with his tongue. He traced the familiar paths over the head, reveling in the taste and the smell of him. He pulled back, breathing over the damp flesh. Maybe it was because of the images of sex that had appeared in the doujinshi he had been reading before this client showed up or maybe it was because he could see himself blowing the white haired taichou like this, but it was starting to turn him on. Hell, it was probably that whimper he had heard the other utter, the man sounded so much like Toushirou. It went right to his groin.

Gin let go, letting his imagination take over. Screw it, right? Did it matter if he got off on this just this once? After all, he was only human and he was sucking one hell of a tasty cock here. The imaginary Toushirou on the other side of the wall, because that was who Gin was picturing now in his mind, thrust a bit hard into his mouth. He stroked him and pressed his lips against the head again before letting his tongue flick out and come into contact with whatever bit of flesh was in range.

Just as Gin was really starting to get into teasing the Toushirou in his mind, the thrusting stopped again and he pouted but sucked the length into his mouth anyways taking all of him in that he could. He wished the wall were not in the way, if it were not there he could bury his face in those white curls. He’d look up at Toushirou- really look at him, with his eyes open. He would only open his eyes for Toushirou…he had decided that a long time ago, back when he first realized he was attracted to the other taichou.

“More,” Came a muffled whine. The voice was thick with lust but… Gin nearly choked on the cock in his mouth. “Shit,” Echoed the very thought he had had himself. It wasn’t possible, a man so dedicated to duty and obligation would never come to such a seedy little bath house, would he? Whoever it was on the other side of the wall pulled back and Gin didn’t object. He let the shaft go, his jaw still hanging open, his mind reeling.

“Shirou?” He whispered, his hand coming up to touch the wall beside the hole. No…it wasn’t him…it just sounded like him. There was one chance in a billion that the man on the other side of this wall was the man that he wanted. He went back to work, tongue traveling fast up and down the length, his mouth taking it in, sucking him down, bobbing up and down. Even though he knew that he shouldn’t, even though he knew there was no chance in hell, he gambled that the other man was Toushirou. He was sucking Shirou off and it turned him on like nothing ever had before in his life. He undid his pants as fast as he could with his mouth busy and pulled himself out.

A long low groan escaped him, vibrating up the cock he massaged with his tongue. Gin repressed his gag reflex again and slid to the base of the shaft, amazed at how long and hard a teen like this could be. That Shirou could be this aroused for him. He stroked himself slow and teasing. He didn’t want to pleasure himself so much that he forgot about the client. All he needed on his last night in this place was for some guy to complain about his services. Even if that guy may happen to be Toushirou Hitsugaya.

“Suck me hard…” His client growled starting to thrust into his mouth for a third time. “Get me off Gin.” Gin nearly choked for a second time that night. Get me off Gin. If that man was not Shirou it was some other shinigami. It was Shirou, it had to be Shirou. His mind wagged war with his senses, his reason told him that it couldn’t be Toushirou, while his senses, his aching hard on told him it had to be the small white haired teen. He realized he had frozen like a rabbit before the hunter. He forced his tortured thoughts away, concentrating on what he was doing once more.

Lick, suck, pull back to lap up the pre that was starting to gather at the tip of Toushirou’s cock and dribble down its length. He used his sharp teeth to latch onto the loose bit of flesh that ran from the phallus to the balls and gave it a playful nip. He did it again, this time he used his lips to draw out the bit of flesh and let it spring back before they moved up to slurp up the head, his lips becoming messy with the pre that his mouth hadn’t collected. He brought his hand up to join in the fun his mouth was having, stroking Shirou hard and fast, drawing the man on the other side of the wall right to the brink of orgasm; surely. He had gotten to know the signs quite well.

“C’mon…for fuck…sake,” The words shot right to Gin’s loins, making his dick jump in his hand. He had forgotten all about stroking himself in favor of making love to Shirou’s cock with his lips tongue and mouth. “Giiiinnnnn” He stopped again, the whiny little moan had done more than shoot to his groin this time. That one cry made him groan and shiver, and made him throb painfully all at the same time. Not just in his crotch, his whole body ached for the other. It was as if Shirou had infected him with a fever, a fever that there was no cure for and the fever pains were sever. He savored it.

Gin licked his lips, tasting Shirou on them before he leaned in one last time. He was going to make Toushirou spill his load this time. He squeezed the length before he wrapped his tongue around it, drawing it back in. He sucked him down, all the way down and past his gag reflex to milk him with his well exercised throat muscles.

BANG

He jumped a bit, startled eyes opening to glance up to the wall above him wondering what the hell that sound could have been. Had Toushirou hit the wall with his fist in frustration? Was he that good…or was he that bad…he had always gotten people off in the past…

“Gin,” That voice held the desperation that Gin felt thrumming from every movement of the other’s hips. He pulled all the way back up to the head of Shirou’s length, hand trailing, squeezing the flesh his mouth had just left; stroking it. With a pleased purr he flicked his tongue rapidly over the slit of the length his own thumb mimicking the movement over his own shaft. “AHHHHHHHH!”

Sticking his tongue out he let Shirou’s load splash over, into his mouth, and dribble everywhere. He loved a mess and he didn’t mind having Shirou’s mess all over him. When Shirou started to soften he groaned and pulled his tongue back in swallowing what had coated it. His eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head at the taste of him.

Gin’s heart raced the taste of the other was still in his mouth and on his lips. He was only working here part time…he had never thought that…that Shirou of all people would come by. Yes, fukutaichou and captains and the lower nobility came here but he had never expected Toushirou Hitsugaya to come to such a place. All this time he thought he had been blowing the cock of some snot nosed brat from a minor noble house but he had really been doing so much more than that.

Tears stung his eyes, he had cried his name. Did that mean that he wanted him the way he wanted him? Did Toushirou dream about him every night and wake up feeling tense and over sensitive to every little touch. Had Toushirou kept himself up nights fantasizing about different sexual positions like he had? His shaft soften slightly at the distressed thoughts that raced through his head…but…it wasn’t gone all the way and he ached for the same release that Shirou had had.

Resting his head against the wall beside the hole he started to stroke himself. He was going to get him…he would find some way to get the other taichou into bed with him. Even if he had to resort to black mail or…or rape….