Snow on the Sahara
Snow on the Sahara
Aizen/Gin
Very belated request by nerdygridbug. Prompts: Savouring the moment, abandon, waiting, at midnight, snow on the Sahara.
Gin stood overlooking the desert of Hueco Mundo. The endless night seemed to stretch on and almost give the illusion that at any second the sun would rise, but it only seemed like the moon got higher and higher, brightening up the snow-looking sand.
The silver haired fox could imagine his little lieutenant back at Soul Society, cowering in his room, abandoned, crying for the lost captain and guide. It made Gin smile, that he could have such a power over a person. It made him wonder if this was what Aizen felt when he sat in his white throne, over his minions, even he and Tousen were minions, nothing more than pawns to play in a game of power.
But of couse, he, had different uses other than a simple underling. He was also an outlet. He was the one Aizen went to to pour his frustrations, his needs, his worries, he was the one who would gently caress Aizen's chin and smile in a different way he smiled at Kira.
It also made him terrible aware, however, of the horrible person he was. He knew he kind of man he was, the kind that says kind words while stabbing you behind the back. He knew and he needn't be reminded of it. But Aizen always did when he left soon after their nightly activities, when Gin woke to a cold spot on the bed, whenever his eyes would wander over to his loyal pets, the beautiful ones.
Gin had done the same, and just as he had abandoned that sweet blonde, he expected to be abandoned the same. So every day that Aizen kept him at his side was both a sigh of relief, and a reminder that his time would be close.
Strong arms tightened around Gin, making him catch the air in his throat and hold it.
"Gin."
"Sosuke...." He breathed out, turning around in his lover's arms to nuzzle his neck, while his king left possessive bite marks all over his shoulder.
This was it, the moment that made and destroyed him at the same time. The moment he could call his master his man, and only his. Tomorrow he would worry again until the same arms pulled him close and almost hurtfully tight, but that was fine, he would savour every moment he could enjoy with the man he had the pleasure to call by name.
Because unlike Kira, Gin knew he was disposable.
END
Aizen/Gin
Very belated request by nerdygridbug. Prompts: Savouring the moment, abandon, waiting, at midnight, snow on the Sahara.
Gin stood overlooking the desert of Hueco Mundo. The endless night seemed to stretch on and almost give the illusion that at any second the sun would rise, but it only seemed like the moon got higher and higher, brightening up the snow-looking sand.
The silver haired fox could imagine his little lieutenant back at Soul Society, cowering in his room, abandoned, crying for the lost captain and guide. It made Gin smile, that he could have such a power over a person. It made him wonder if this was what Aizen felt when he sat in his white throne, over his minions, even he and Tousen were minions, nothing more than pawns to play in a game of power.
But of couse, he, had different uses other than a simple underling. He was also an outlet. He was the one Aizen went to to pour his frustrations, his needs, his worries, he was the one who would gently caress Aizen's chin and smile in a different way he smiled at Kira.
It also made him terrible aware, however, of the horrible person he was. He knew he kind of man he was, the kind that says kind words while stabbing you behind the back. He knew and he needn't be reminded of it. But Aizen always did when he left soon after their nightly activities, when Gin woke to a cold spot on the bed, whenever his eyes would wander over to his loyal pets, the beautiful ones.
Gin had done the same, and just as he had abandoned that sweet blonde, he expected to be abandoned the same. So every day that Aizen kept him at his side was both a sigh of relief, and a reminder that his time would be close.
Strong arms tightened around Gin, making him catch the air in his throat and hold it.
"Gin."
"Sosuke...." He breathed out, turning around in his lover's arms to nuzzle his neck, while his king left possessive bite marks all over his shoulder.
This was it, the moment that made and destroyed him at the same time. The moment he could call his master his man, and only his. Tomorrow he would worry again until the same arms pulled him close and almost hurtfully tight, but that was fine, he would savour every moment he could enjoy with the man he had the pleasure to call by name.
Because unlike Kira, Gin knew he was disposable.
END