Sinner

A/N: I’m sorry about how late this is, but I’ve had a lot of stuff going on, so please forgive me. I’m exhausted at the moment but I will write the personal responses to reviews in the morning, so check back ok? I really hope you guys enjoy this!

Ja ne

P.S. Do you guys have any idea how many red squiggly lines there are after Ichimaru is done talking? UGH!

Ah, now that I'm more awake, I can actually respond to my lovely reviews. *Huggles reviewers* You all belong to me now!

Arina Shiori: Thank you so much! I also completely agree with you. I think the best thing about a story is the build up (unless it’s PWP) and it ruins the foundation it jump too quickly into things, so I like to take my time to actually build up their relationship. Anyways, you rock! Your review made me insanely happy.

ShadowandFlamePanther: I know what you mean! Writers usually portray Ichimaru as either a sadistic rapist or this lovely dovey OOC creature. I like a nice balance, and that’s why I fight so hard to keep them in character and yet human. I hope you’re still enjoying the story!

Sean: Heh, on the ass is an even better idea…er, could someone draw that? Anyways, yeah, I thought it was about time things got a bit frisky.

p-sama7: Honestly, I want to leave what soul society is doing kind of in the background for a bit as I set up Gin and Toshiro’s relationship…or that could just be an excuse because I’m not sure exactly what I’m going to do with the other Shinigamis yet, just ideas. I can try my hardest to make you love my story more! Is it working yet?

Machealis: Heh, your review rhymed. It made me giggle. Hope you enjoy the new chapter!

young_saiyan: Don’t review about not reviewing chapter 6, I’m just happy to see your review. Heh, have I succeeded in making “willingly” one of the sexiest words in the English language? Yes! Mission accomplished! I’m happy to render you speechless, I hope this new chapter ha the same affect. Thanks, love!

Name: You are not the first person to call me a tease, and I’m fully aware that I totally deserve it. Oooh, but now that I’ve got you all hot and bothered, what shall I do with you? *leers* heh, I hope to produce quite the brain melting lemon, though I really hope I don’t buckle under the pressure. Ugh, wish me luck!

Vaseline: Your review had me giggling like crazy! I don’t even know you, but I could picture you actually saying it to me, so I was in my room laughing like an idiot when I read it. “Crazy good” is one of my favorite ways to be described. You are made of awesome, may I keep you and add you to my collection? *puppy dog eyes* mmm, Vaseline.

Nusku: Oh yes, Gin will treat him VERY nice! Heh, thanks babe, for the review!

madam-malia: *glomps* I love you! Be my penguin! Yes? I wish I could give you this long response about how much yours and Rubedo Jr.and Catarotta’s reviews mean to me, but there are no words to describe how motivated you guys keep me. This story stays strong because of reviews like the ones you give me! You guys are my review stars...shut up, I’m allowed to be corny. Oh yes, I am all about the imagery! And don’t sell yourself short, I think your writing abilities are amazing!

Catarotta: You’re not horrible, you rock! And you already know how much I love your reviews, so I will patiently wait for them as long as it takes. I can’t wait to hear from you again. Your opinion really means a lot on this story.

Noah: Yes! I’ve hooked another one! God, I love this job. Is the combination of things you normally wouldn’t like oh so delicious? Thank you for calling me a genius! That is always a plus to hear…I wish I would have been a genius when it came to math in high school, though…

Enslavement_Thesis: Thanks, typos bug the crap at of me, but I’m always in such a rush that I overlook them sometimes *smacks hand* bad, TillThatTime! Heh, I’m glad you are enjoying the story and it always means a lot to hear that someone else likes your writing style.
Yakaji: You know, I’m really not into het, but I really do like this Gin/Ran pairing, I wouldn’t mind reading it actually, if you don’t mind. I’m glad you noticed the white, red and black motif throughout the entirety of the story. I really think those colors have a deep connection to the characters in the fic and I really wanted to keep the subtly symbolic tone, so I am very glad that you noticed it. I know Hitsugaya is probably like 70, but I wanted to really bring out that vulnerability in him, because I figured it would enhance the overall quality of the story. I’m all about using symbolic imagery in a story, it’s just my style of writing, so it rocks that you seem to enjoy and pick up on it as well. I was also worried that people wouldn’t like that I kept everything so desolate, even though that was the angle I was going for, so thank you very much for the reassurance! I hope you continue to like it, and thank you for putting a smile on my face.

Monica: Oh, there will be much more than a kiss to come, my dear. I aim to please!

Infernum: Actually I do want to be a professional writer. I was actually an English Major before I got accepted into AMDA. Thank you so much for calling my work art. There’s really not a better term I could wish for.

Rubedo Jr.: Don’t worry sweetie, I completely understand about exams and having a hectic life. I don’t mind at all about the delayed review, you just do what you gotta do, and fill my Rubedo-review needs when you can. Heh, I giggled at the line “Ichimaru is slowly worming his way into Toshiro's pants” because it was a bit unexpected from you, and then you added the “and deeper into his mind”, and I laughed harder because it was like “Oh did I say pants? I meant mind, yeah! Yay, psychological!” Oh and you are such a clever little reader, because yes, there is a far bigger threat than the quinto espada, but who might it be?

tifa: Oh no, no, no, definitely not the end. Much more to come. Keep reading, please.

Monika: I love the couple too! And I also want to see more action…heh, too bad I’m the one who has to write it. I’m so happy to convert you. It is my sworn duty to turn people onto the Gin/Hitsugaya couple!

Saca: *blushes* Impressive is such a nice word. *huggles*

Phew, that took awhile!


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He glared icily from his position on the bed at the door to “his” room, wishing silently for it to either burst into pieces so he could get out of this hellhole infested with groping perverts, or freeze over so at least said perverts wouldn’t be able to get in. Neither seemed very likely to happen but Hitsugaya sure as hell tried anyways.

After several minutes of no change whatsoever in the door’s appearance, Hitsugaya flopped back onto his mattress, wincing slightly as pain hummed through his system. The wounds left from his first encounter with the quinto espada still made themselves known, the restraining of his reiatsu causing the wounds to heal at a slower rate then they normally would.

He ignored the pain and huffed in irritation as he turned over onto his side. Hitsugaya usually appreciated solitude, but the complete lack of communication with someone other than Ichimaru was beginning to take its toll on him. He almost wished for the sound of Matsumoto’s overly cheerful voice and the feeling of her breasts plastering his hair to his head.

He felt his cheeks heat at that thought, and he cleared his throat in embarrassment despite the fact that no one was there.

Not for the first time, he wondered where Kurosaki and the others were, he hadn’t run into them when he had infiltrated Hueco Mundo, but they were supposed to be here, were they not? Perhaps they had already retrieved Inoue-san and were back where they rightfully belong, or perhaps…

The latter was not really a conclusion that he liked to think about, but he couldn’t really rule out the possibility of it being true. After all, they had brashly barged into unknown enemy territory. The odds had never really been in their favor in the first place, but Kurosaki was strong, and so were the others, and though he wasn’t likely to admit it aloud, Hitsugaya respected them enough not to jump to any permanent conclusions.

Still, perhaps they were being held captive like he was. Locked in a tiny room, or cell, prisoners of this war that they had been forced into, led on one side by a self-righteous betrayer and on the other, by the people who were betrayed. Everyone else seemed to fall somewhere in the middle, fighting for reasons that kept black and white blurred beyond comprehension.

Alone in this room, without the annoyance of another voice, left too much time to think. Usually, he had to fight for some free time to sort out all of his thoughts, now he only wished to stop thinking. The hours that passed endlessly seemed to bring on questions that he had thought that he already knew the answer to, but the more he wondered, the more that doubt filled his mind.

And even worse, if he wasn’t thinking about Aizen, Seireitei, and the upcoming winter war, he was thinking about the feel of thin lips pressed against his own, and bony fingers tracing and marring the skin of his hips.

With a small squeak of embarrassment and outrage Hitsugaya turned to bury his face in his pillow, noting now that the color of his skin must be verging on the same shade as the watermelons that he was so fond of.

It was ridiculous and appalling, really. He knew that he shouldn’t have been surprised by Ichimaru’s actions. Actually he should have expect that man to do something sooner than he had, rather then wait so long. Maybe that would have made things easier, if Ichimaru would have just took what Hitsugaya knew he wanted from the very beginning, forcefully, painfully, instead of coaxingly and patiently. Maybe then things would have been easier to understand, less complicated, and Hitsugaya could have drawn the line distinctly between what he wanted and what he hated, drawn it clearly between Ichimaru and himself. But that wasn’t the case, and now the situation was shaded in the same gray that everything else seemed to be, and Hitsugaya, though he cringed at the thought, almost missed the color white, because at least then everything had made sense and the ground he had stood on had been level, unmoving, and strong.

Now he was unsure on his own two feet…and he hated it.

It wasn’t just simply the fact that Ichimaru had stolen his first kiss from him- well, it wasn’t really his first kiss, there had been that one time he had grabbed Hinamori’s face and smacked his lips against hers out of some strange curiosity he’d held, but that had been an entirely different sensation that had left him feeling very platonic towards his adoptive sister- or the fact that he could still feel the man’s fingertips imprinted on his skin, as if they had been permanently burned there. It wasn’t even the way Ichimaru had forced and drawn that gasp from his lips or that grasp of his own fingers. No, the thing that really left Hitsugaya reeling was the things Ichimaru had said.

“By the end yer gonna give everythin’ willingly.”

In that moment, with that same calm and cool confidence that Ichimaru always seemed to possess, Ichimaru had told him with those words that there would be no point in taking him, there would be no point in raping him, no point in stealing every kiss, every touch, every lick, every fuck, because everything the man wanted, everything he craved, Hitsugaya was going to give to him, without restraint and without remorse.

It wasn’t a question. It wasn’t a request. It was a statement, a declaration.

And those words…defeated him.

Because in the darkest part of Hitsugaya’s mind, he wondered if they were true.

He hated everything the man was, everything he stood for, but his body arched, and his mouth gasped, and his brain forgot to remind him of what he hated. When Ichimaru had kissed him, for a moment every thought he had and every prejudice and every ounce of hate, had dissolved from his mind until all that was left was the nagging feeling that something wasn’t right, because nothing felt wrong, and it should have.

Ichimaru enticed dangerous reactions from him that left him trembling in the aftermath, and he wondered whether Ichimaru was really the snake, or just the charmer. However, when it came down to it, Hitsugaya really couldn’t see the difference between the two.

So, in the end, if those cruel and gentle hands touched him again, would he submit? Would he prove every word out of the man’s mouth true, if he bent knowingly for the manipulative will of Ichimaru Gin? Would he throw away everything he had always told himself, just to feel the press of a body that both repulsed and ignited every nerve in his body?

No!

Hitsugaya gritted his teeth against the fabric of his pillow as he shouted that word repeatedly in his head, trying desperately to believe in its strength.

No! No! No!

He couldn’t, wouldn’t, cave to that. Not after everything, not after all the things Ichimaru had done to the people Hitsugaya cared about, to the entirety of Seireitei, to him.

“No!” In a flash of rage he grabbed the nearest thing to him and hurled it at the door blindly, letting out a sharp gasp when the pillow was caught by pale, slender fingers.

Hitsugaya stared rigidly at the grinning fox face, doubt washing heavily through his system as those unseen eyes settled tauntingly on him.

“Yare yare, aren’t ya a fiesty ‘ittle kitty.”

“Get out.”

“Tha’s not very nice.”

“Please, just get out.” Hitsugaya tried, softening his voice slightly in order to somehow convey how much he didn’t want the other man there at the moment.

“Tha’s jus’ pathetic.” Ichimaru chuckled, stepping further into the room, his grin widening at the scathing look that was thrown his way.

“What do you want, Ichimaru?” Hitsugaya growled in frustration, flopping onto his back, ignoring the ache in his joints.

“Wha’ a silly question, Taicho.” Hidden eyes watched him as he shifted uncomfortably on the bed, wincing slightly at the sting the slight movement caused. “Does it still hurt?”

Hitsugaya didn’t even choose to answer, but rather just rolled onto his side facing away from the man. He flinched however when he felt fingers on his shoulders, firm but deceptively gentle hands urging him onto his stomach. “What are you doing?” Was the question that fell coldly from his lips, even as he let the man turn him onto his stomach.

“Why, Chibi, I’m helpin’ ya o’ course.” Ichimaru answered back lightly, his tone taunting, as usual. However, Hitsugaya felt his body go completely rigged when he felt lips pressing against the shell of his ear and warm breath dancing along the skin of his neck. “I’m gonna ease tha pain.”

Those words sounded distinctly seductive and Hitsugaya began to struggle under the other man’s hold, but Ichimaru’s grip remained firm and Hitsugaya froze when he felt those lips once again next to his ear, a slight giggle making itself known, causing Hitsugaya to clench his teeth. “Relax kitten, I ain’t gonna fuck ya.”

“What are you doing then?” The smaller of the two questioned warily, turning his face up as best he could from the position in order to get a look at Ichimaru’s face.

Ichimaru’s features feigned innocence, and he raised one long finger to scratch at his chin in thought. “I woul’ figure anyone woul’ recognize a massage.” Ichimaru said in wonder, before placing both hands on either one of Hitsugaya’s shoulder blades.

“I don’t need-”

“Do shut up now, Chibi.” Ichimaru cut him off with the simple command, and for some reason Hitsugaya obeyed.

He felt like his body was sinking into the mattress as those delicate fingers moved over his back, tracing and pressing along his spine. The wounds still hurt but the tension that Ichimaru was releasing from his joints was causing him to be able to relax into the pain. He heard a soft humming from above him and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as those fingers pressed into his lower back, and he bit his lip as he heard his own whimper leave his mouth.

It felt good, better than it should have, and maybe it was the way those hands were working him into a state of relaxation, but he didn’t even register the feeling of fingers tracing the skin of his hips or his thin shirt being pushed up slightly so Ichimaru’s skin was touching his skin, fingertips leaving goose bumps in their wake.

He did, however, notice when those hands began to dip a little lower than necessary and his body went completely rigged once more. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He questioned, his voice shaking more than he would have liked. However, Ichimaru ignored the question and those hands traveled back up his back as if the incident had never occurred in the first place. However, now Hitsugaya was completely aware of every move that Ichimaru made, and a gasp emitted from his lips as he felt those fingers trace up the sides of his neck, before nails scraped lightly down his back, causing him to arch unconsciously. He felt his blood run cold when he realized that something began to stir in his nether regions.

Oh gods no.

“Ichimaru-” However his statement was cut short when Ichimaru let his fingers travel up his sides, and under his shirt before dipping between his body and the mattress to run briefly over his hardening nipples, earning a whimpering sound from the boy who so desperately wanted to be somewhere else.

He felt Ichimaru shift until he was leaning over him, his warm breath traveling along his partially exposed spine before coming to rest at the base of his neck. “Wha’ is it, Shiro-chan?” and Hitsugaya felt the distinct feel of teeth scrapping along his nape and a small cry escaped him before he could stop it, the pressure already escalating as his hardness pressed relentlessly against the mattress. “Yer body is like a child’s…so responsive.” Ichimaru teased, though his voice had taken on a much darker tone to it. Those words, no matter how embarrassing they were, seemed to shoot like fire through his system, and he realized too late that his hips were rocking into the mattress, trying desperately to relieve some of the pressure that had built there. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly and halted the movement, praying to anyone who was listening that Ichimaru hadn’t noticed. However, Ichimaru was known for his perceptiveness and he gave a startled yelp when he was resolutely flipped onto his back, face to face with the man who had caused all this trouble in the first place.

“It’s not what it-” Hitsugaya tried desperately to explain, his hands shooting down instinctively to cover the bulge in his pants as a heated blush rose on his pale cheeks. However he was cut off once more as Ichimaru snatched his hands and pinned them above his head as his slender body crawled atop Hitsugaya’s own.

“No, Hitsugaya-taicho, I thin’ it’s exactly wha’ it looks like.” Hitsugaya nearly screamed as Ichimaru lowered his hips against his own, and his erection was met with an equal hardness, covered by the layers of Ichimaru’s clothes but still there. Hitsugaya’s back arched gracefully and unconsciously as his body began to seek for more contact, and an almost whine fell from his chapped lips. He felt like he was on fire. He was confused, and ashamed and so fucking hot, and he had no idea what to do, and he made a mental note in his hazed mind to kick his own ass for this later. Ichimaru bent to nuzzle his cheek against his neck, one hand settling underneath his straining back, almost attempting to comfort the body that was squirming so helplessly beneath him. A slick tongue slid against the column of his throat, leaving behind a wet trail, causing Hitsugaya’s mouth to fall open in a silent scream, before Ichimaru spoke once more. “Though I gotta wonder, if yer like this because o’ wha’ I did, or because it was me who did it?”

Hitsugaya cringed at those words, his eyes sliding tightly shut, but Ichimaru didn’t give him a chance to respond before he began to lightly roll his hips against Hitsugaya’s own, and Hitsugaya wanted to cry at the delicious friction it created, but instead his head just rolled back, his mouth opening as he just breathed, each sharp and quickened intake of breath causing a high pitched sound to escape unbidden from his throat.

He couldn’t fight this. He didn’t know how to fight this.

Ichimaru just watched his reaction from above, his face the same as always, though his breath had quickened considerably as well. “Jus’ look at ya. Yer flushed cheeks, yer body wigglin’, those cute ‘ittle sounds ya make.” Ichimaru’s pace began to increase as he continued to press Hitsugaya’s hands into the mattress. “Can ya imagine wha’ I coul’ do ta ya with this? Look at me!” Ichimaru emphasized what exactly he was talking about with a particularly brutal thrust of his hips. Hitsugaya’s eyes snapped open and he turned glassy teal eyes to look at the man above him, waiting for Ichimaru to continue. Those were the same words Nnoitra had said to him, but now, as Ichimaru said them to him, they were different. “Where’s tha fight, Neko? Yer completely undone. Could ya imagine if I was actually fuckin’ ya?” Ichimaru leaned down once more, his cheek rubbing against Hitsugaya’s own, before teeth latched onto the lobe of his ear. “Ya’d be screamin’.”

Ichimaru chuckled at the mix between a growl and a whimper that the boy made, and he slowed his pace down considerably until it was just a slow, sensual thrust of hips, amusement and arousal coursing through him as he felt the smaller boy’s hips buck erratically on their own accord as they sought out more friction.

“Ngh, Ichimaru…” Hitsugaya gasped out helplessly and Ichimaru situated both of Hitsugaya’s wrists into one hand as he threaded the other one softly through Hitsugaya’s snow white hair, lowering his lips to the boy’s forehead, before trailing them along the boy’s cheek, ears, neck, to gently nip at the boy’s collarbone, kissing everywhere but the young taicho’s lips, all the while his hips kept up their sensual grind against Hitsugaya’s own, causing the boy to make those delicious mewling sounds that Ichimaru knew he regretted even as he made them.

He nipped at the soft skin of his cheek. “Wha’ do ya want?”

“Ichimaru, ah, ah-”

He ran his tongue along Hitsugaya’s pointed jaw line. “Wha’ do ya want?”

“Stop, I-”

He thrust his hips down hard, almost painfully. “Tell me.”

“I don’t know!” Hitsugaya cried out, tears brimming underneath his eyelashes as he clenched his eyes shut too tightly. Ichimaru, finally, without hesitation, lowered his mouth to Hitsugaya’s. He ran his tongue teasingly along the lips of Hitsugaya’s already parted and panting mouth, his hands sliding to cup a baby soft cheek, his fingertips moistened by the tears Hitsugaya probably wasn’t even aware of. Hitsugaya didn’t respond to the kiss, but rather just breathed heavily back into Ichimaru’s mouth. This kiss was different then the first one, less demanding, more soft, but far more possessive, and when Ichimaru felt a tentative press of Hitsugaya’s tongue against his own, he pulled back. A giggle already falling from his lips. Without hesitation he took one of Htsugaya’s hands into his own, interlacing their fingers, before bringing it to rest against the bulge in Hitsugaya’s pants. He pressed those small fingers against that straining hardness, moving Hitsugaya’s hand back and forth with his own hand, conveying without words the motion that was needed, before removing his hand and leaving Hitsugaya’s palm resting against his own erection.

“Ya will.” He said simply, knowingly, before rising off of the baffled and panting prodigy, adjusting his clothes, and calmly exiting out the way he came.

And Hitsugaya wanted to scream at that retreating back. Wanted to curse him for doing this to him, for leaving him like this. And dark confused thoughts ran rampant through Hitsugaya’s mind as he was left alone once more in that room, but all the while, almost without thought, that hand continued to move against his crotch, stroking roughly as Hitsugaya cursed, until he came hard, biting back a name that he wished he had never learned.