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My _ _ _ _ _ Valentine

By: MarinLiliz
folder Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating: Adult
Chapters: 11
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Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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My Indolent Valentine

The very first drabble I wrote for this series. Then I flipped a coin to find out the posting order. And another first, Aizen/Gin, I've been meaning to write them for so long.

Oh, stalk away Anise, around here you seem to be the only one;] Thanks for reviewing.

Enjoy and don't be shy, leave your thoughts, corrections and/or suggestions.
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MY INDOLENT VALENTINE

Gin walks, indolently, up the cold, white corridor of the Las Noches palace to the large, wide room where Aizen-sama usually holds his meetings. He saunters into the room, grinning his Cheshire grin, as he spots a thoughtful Aizen, sitting in the monumental throne.

The Arrancar leader seems to pay him no mind, but asks, “Do you need something, Gin?”

“No, Aizen-sama.”

“Do you want something?” he asks, again, this time his frosty eyes, thawing as he looks at Gin.

“No, Aizen-sama.”

Gin walks, languidly, to the sitting form of his mentor, stopping when he reaches the throne, his hands placed on either side of Aizen-sama, resting on his head on the ample shoulder; his hand, rising, to ghostly pass Aizen-sama’s face and slowly descend to his chest, finally resting on the strong knees.

Aizen stays motionless, enjoying the lazy caresses.

Gin leans in and peck’s Aizen’s perfect nose, while idly playing with the loose strand of hair, that stubbornly keeps falling to the stern, majestic face, but that strangely adds to the god’s charm and charisma.

Gin slips down and rests at Aizen’s feet, his head laying on the deadly Adonis’s lap, while large hands pet and scratch his hair in slow numbing, hypnotic movements. Gin purrs contently, his smile never leaving his lips.


February2008©MarinLiliz
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