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First time writing Lemon. Oh em gee. Tell me if it was good and I'll do it again.

Glossary: (I chose to put some words in Japanese because the direct translation pales next to the original word.)
Bankai= "Complete Release". The final form for a Shinigami's zanpakuto.
Itadaku= "I humbly recieve (this)." Usually said before a meal and said honorifically "Itadakimasu" but Gin is being casual here.
Itte kimasu= Literally, "I go and come back". Said when leaving home.
Itte rasshai= Literally, "Go and come gack." Said to a person leaving home.
Konbanwa= Good Evening.
Seireitei= Soul Society.

The TV was still on, volume turned down low, the evening news flashing scene after scene of man’s folly. An empty ramen cup was lying on the floor but other than that the place was clean. It was out of respect for Orihime, that Rangiku kept it that way.

She was lying on the floor in nothing but the shirt of her school uniform and her panties. One arm above her head acting as a pillow, she was fast asleep. The window was open and the moon peeped in and illuminated her body. Its soft glow mingled with the television casting a halo around her, as if she were an angel lay dead and forgotten.

She rolled over to her back unaware that she had procured a new admirer. Silently, he stepped out of the window and onto the floor of the apartment. For a few minutes, he simply stood as if wondering what to do or perhaps taken in completely by her unprotected beauty.

Finally, the stranger walked over to her body and crouched down. Gin’s foxy face smiled guilelessly down at her. “Hey, what’s this? I done found me a Matsumoto.” He put his hand on his zanpakuto and pulled it away from him, lying it a few feet away but still within grabbing range. He tilted his head this way and that like a perplexed puppy as he admired what he saw.

When he was pleased with looking at her sleeping form he stood up and surveyed the small apartment. “Not bad, not bad. But where is Little Whitey-chan?” He concentrated for a little while and found that the smallest captain was defeating the set of Hollows that he sent out for him. He giggled and walked over to the futon closet. Silently as a night predator, he laid out the bedding beside Rangiku and started to nudge her onto it. “Go, go, go.” He whispering playfully. The heavy sleeping Rangiku rolled once and when her body found the comfort of the soft bedding she instantly pulled herself on to it and snuggled in. Gin restrained a laugh and went to cover her up but paused when she made a noise.

“Gin,” she whimpered again.

“Hm?” He answered but there was silence after that. She was still asleep and dreaming about him. “Ooooh, what’s this? Ya dreamin’ ‘bout Gin? What’s he doin’?” He leaned in close to her face. She had a look of concern or pain, he couldn’t tell which. Her body began to thrash a little as if she was running or writhing. “That Gin’s bein’ a bastard, ain’t he? I’ll kick his ass, for ya.”
“Gin, I’m coming!” she whimpered, grabbing the pillow tightly and drawing up her legs. For a second, he looked confused but her heavy breathing and sounds suddenly made him fully away that she wasn’t running towards a goal at all; she was in the midst of sexual pleasure. Slowly, a smile returned to his face.

He drew closer to her and leaned in, brushing the hair from her face and touched her nose with his. “Wake up.” He said in a firm voice. Rangiku’s eyes snapped open.

“G-Gin?!” He sat up and grinned broadly.

“Ah, here I am! You summoned Gin and here he came. Whatcha want?” He shrugged innocently. She sat up and stared at him as if he were Hollow suddenly appeared. Her expression was shocked, confused, and blank all at the same time. He laughed and poked her nose. “Whatcha wearin’ such a funny face for? It’s your fault I’m here,” he lied. He had escaped Aizen tonight for the very purpose of seeing his Rangiku, but she didn’t need to know that.

“I….summoned…you?” she asked herself and Gin. “I…” She stopped and blushed remembering her dream. Could it be that her strong feelings carried themselves to Gin and he came rushing to her side? Impossible but…here he was, sitting with his usual grin looking at her. She shook her head and turned her back to him. “Gin…You’re on Aizen’s side, are you not? I…We can’t be together. Go away.”

“Aaaaaah, don’t be that way. Besides, I wants to know what you called me for. Them were some pretty strong feelings. I nearly jumped outta my skin feelin’ ‘em.” He moved in closer and put his thin hands on her shoulders. “I won’t leave ’til you tell me what’s up.”

Rangiku tried not to breath. He was sitting so close she could feel his warmth and her body tightened. He dream kept playing back in her mind and she knew that as long as she was carrying those memories, he voice would betray her and let him know.

He chuckled at her attempts and slid his hands down her arms and rested his chin on her shoulder. He went behind her arms and cupped her breasts, squeezing gently. “If you had held on…a lil’ bit longer, we could be doin’ this all the time.”

“Gin.” She warned firmly, grabbing his wrists. “We’re not doing this, so beat it. If Hitsugaya sees us, he’ll flog us both.”

“Ah, Whitey-chan’s a little tied up-“

“Taicho!” She was about to jump up but Gin held her down by her waist. “What have you done to Hitsugaya!?”

“Nooooothin’. Geez, jus’ keepin’ him a lil busy, is all. I came to see Rangiku and make her dreams come true.” He resumed groping her and she stiffened. So he knew.

She straightened her back and held her head high like and indignant cat recovering its pride. “Dreams are dreams and nothing more. Just the mind assembling information in a way that doesn’t always mean desire.”

Gin pulled her bra back and pinched her nipples. Rangiku pursed her lips and looked straight ahead. “Ah, you’re challenging me! You know I like challenges. When it’s easy, it gets too boring.” He kissed her neck and continued the assault on her breasts. She was holding her breath now. He licked the area behind her ear and flirted with her earlobe before sucking it into his mouth. Rangiku clenched her fists.

He licked and sucked her ear like it was a delicious candy and his hands attempted to stimulate every cell in her large chest. Finally she had to breath and she exhaled deeply. At that time, he slipped a hand inside her panties and found her clitoris and gave it a pinch. She squealed and covered her mouth.

“Gotcha!” He laughed and let her go reluctantly. She whirled around and glared at him. He smiled and waved. “So, are you gonna let me finish what I came here to do or is Hitsugaya gonna have to spend the whole night fightin’ Hollows?”

She watched him recline on the floor and prop his head up with his hand. Her body was eagerly awaiting Gin’s attention. It remembered his hands and their late nights in Seireitei but they’d always saved the love making for the right time, teasing them both. Still, he was the enemy and he’d committed countless crimes and Aizen- he was loyal to him. She’d be sleeping with the devil.

“No. Go home.” She turned around and climbed into the futon, pulling the covers high over her neck. Gin didn’t move for a while and she pretended to fall asleep. She heard him get up and a shadow fell over her face. He shuffled around a bit and turned off the TV. Then he climbed in to bed with her naked. She could tell because he was shamelessly rubbing his naked thigh between her legs. “Gin, go home.”

“I did. I’m here with my Rangiku. Where else is home?” She opened her eyes and he was smiling, eyes wide open. She inhaled sharply but could do nothing else as he pulled her into a kiss. He still loved her. That thought warmed the chill over her resolve and she put her arms around him and hugged tightly. He pulled his mouth away and seemed very serious. She waited for him to say something but he just stared with his green eyes at her and only her.

“Gin?” He kissed her and simultaneously forced her under him. He tugged to free her from her shirt and then here undergarments. She helped as best she could until they were both naked in the futon. “AH!” He pulled away and looked confused. “This is Orihime’s futon. Oh man, she’s gonna kill me if we soil it? Quick, get a towel or something!” He blinked for a few seconds.

“We’ll buy her a new one.” His voice wasn’t cruel but it implied that he wasn’t moving from the spot for such an unimportant reason. Rangiku sighed and ran her fingers and nails up and down his chest. He relaxed and laid on her again to kiss her neck and ears.

She purred and lightly scratched his back, encouraging him. He moved down her body and took a taut nipple into his mouth and nipped it. She squeaked. With his free hand, he massaged the other breast, paying close attention to the nipple. After a time he switched sides, alternating between sucking, swirling his tongue, and nibbling.

“Ah, I think they’ve gotten bigger. I think I’ll say away longer and maybe they’ll be as big as mountains.” She rolled her eyes and pushed his head away from her chest and to her crotch. “Konbanwa! Or should I say, “Itadaku!” He dove right in, holding her legs apart with his hands. Rangiku whimpered and squeaked. If Gin did anything good with that mouth of his it was this. He hummed a little tune on her clit and plunged two fingers into her vagina.

“Gin! Ah…I-…Oh…” she tried to make a coherent sentence but the sensations were overloading her brain. “I’m going….I’m….going to!” He stopped and sat up. “…What….are you doing?” She threatened. Where was her Haineko? She’d kill him.

“I’m savin’ it.”

“Saving it???”

“Yeah.”

“FOR WHAT!”

“This.” He pointed to his firm, throbbing cock. She made face of pure disbelief.

“Get back down there, Ichimaru, and finish what you started!”

“Naaaaaaah. I’m savin’ it.” He did however run his fingers rapidly back and forth over her clit. She moaned and held his wrist to make sure it didn’t go anywhere. “Ready?”

He snatched his hand away, positioning his cock for entry. He poked her hole a few times before sliding all the way in. “Aaah, tadaima!”

“Don’t say such weird shit when we’re doing this, Gin!”

“Gomen ne,” he put his hands together and bowed. He smiled and began rocking his hips, eventually moving his hands to hold her legs. “Oh, this isn’t Matsumoto’s first time? I’m heart broken,” he said with no conviction in his voice. She just glared at him and said nothing to the subject.

He seemed to take his time, humming again, watching himself with mild interest as he slid in and out of her. He was torturing her but that was half the fun…for him. She’d get all worked up and then he wouldn’t have to hold back because she’d ask him for it.

“Gin…What are you doing?” she asked finally.

“Fuckin’ ya.”

“…Couldn’t you be more enthusiastic?”

“Yep.” He tilted his head to get a better view, ignoring Matsumoto’s looks of distaste.

“….Gin?”

“Hm?”

“You’re going to make me ask, aren’t you?”

“Could make ya beg, but I just want ya to ask?”

She sighed and wrapped her legs around him sitting up to see him face to face. “Gin…I’m asking you.”

“Askin’ me what?”

She gripped his shoulders and put her forehead to his. “To go all out. Make me scream. Show me no mercy. I’m asking Ichimaru Gin to make me his.”

“Oooooh, why didn’ ya say that!” He grinned and rubbed her back. His eyes slowly opened and his seriousness returned. “….Bankai.”

Rangiku looked at him equally serious. “You’re weird.” He threw her on the futon and began to work a furious pace on her groin. He braced himself with his arms on either side of her and she gripped him tightly, her face twisting his pain and pleasure, the same as it had in her dream. “Ah! GIN!” He said nothing but stared at her his worked to please her. Her nails dug into his skin. “Gin….I love you. Don’t ever leave me again! If this is your home, then stay!”

“Can’t….” Not yet, he thought. Her eyes welled with tears and she pulled his head down for a kiss. Their tongues could not match the pace of their bodies but they fought with each other for dominance. As she reached her climax she raked her nails across his shoulders and tightened her legs around his waist drawing him deeper into her. They stopped kissing and Gin pulled her legs apart. “…Hitsugaya should be on his way back.” He stood up and grabbed his clothes, dressing.

“Gin…” His expression was completely somber but it was as unreadable as any face his made. He grabbed Shinsou and attached it to his waist.

“Well….I’m goin’. See you again, Ran-chan.” He walked over to the window and climbed up.

“Itte rasshai….Gin.” He looked back at her sad face and smiled.

“Itte kimasu!” He jumped down and hid as Hitsugaya arrived. He went in through the very same window that he had come out of.

“AH! MA-MA-MATSUMOTO!”

“Hitsugaya-sama, I’m so lonely, why don’t you come and let me make a real captain out of you,” she teased.

“WHAT! NO, IDIOT!” He climbed back out the window and to the roof. Gin grinned.