Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Daydreams Come True ❯ Gin Ichimaru 2 ( Chapter 14 )

Tite Kubo owns Bleach. I just borrowed the characters.

 

Warning: Lemon.

Gin Ichimaru 2

 

Gin smiled on the inside as he walked away from the gate. That had been slightly entertaining. Only slightly. The confrontation had been little more than a slight stretch for him. The main thing was that it had distracted him from his thoughts. Aizen was right. The kid, Ichigo, was not dead. Was Captain 6 losing his touch? How did the kid recover so quickly from a reportedly mortal wound? Probably something to do with Urahara. But it wasn't only one kid. Urahara had put together a rescue party of 4 teenagers. What was the fool thinking? Human teenagers against the might of Seireitei? Even if they managed to break through the barriers or get through the gates, how could they hope to survive? Did Aizen expect Gin and Tosen to help? If only Aizen wasn't so paranoid. If he let Gin know a little more about his plans it would make it easier. Knowing that the hollows were involved was one piece of information Aizen could not withhold. It would not have been possible. Gin was there when the initial contact with the hollows was made. Since then, Aizen had been very reluctant to share information, unless it was essential.

 

He should go back to Aizen and make his report. Thinking about Aizen reminded him of their most recent conversation. He'd lied and thought Aizen had been fooled into believing the lie. Saying he didn't care if Aizen made good on his threat had forced that careful mask Aizen wore, to slip, just briefly. Aizen was hard to read, but for a second it seemed that he had accepted Gin's lie. Then blazing anger replaced the acceptance. The anger made Gin consider that perhaps, this time, Aizen would leave Ran alone. Just as Gin had been forced to leave her alone. The longing for his friend remained. The desire for his lover had never faded.

 

After seeing her, when he's been summoned to her captain's office, he'd drunk far too much with Izuru, trying to forget. His dreams that night had disturbed him. It had started with him holding Ran hard against him. Her face was turned up to his and they were kissing with the remembered passion and longing. He tasted her sweetness and her strength. For a brief moment he felt the peace that had eluded him since he became enmeshed in Aizen's schemes. The dream had changed to a violent nightmare full of blood and pain and the death of Matsumoto Rangiku at his hand. He rubbed his face and shivered at the memory. Of course, she wasn't dead. He hadn't killed her. All he'd done was try to kill his emotions and her friendship.

 

He walked slowly, without purpose. He didn't want to report to Aizen. He didn't want to see Aizen again today. He could wait for his report. Gin stopped and stretched. Smiling he remembered the expression on the kids” face as he pushed him back so easily past the gate. That would probably be the only fun he had all day.

 

If only he could absent himself for a little while from the games and politics. Being a captain was had enough. He enjoyed playing the complex and subtle political games that were the lot of captains, but the games with Aizen were more difficult. Gin might be talented at the subtle management of others, but Aizen was a master.

 

Gin decided to return to his division via the scenic route. A time apart from others might give him the necessary space he needed. Contemplating his future he walked slowly back to his headquarters. “What future do I have? It's all uncertain. I know that I will be leaving Seireitei. After the slaughter of the Council of 46, I can't remain. At the time it seemed so logical, now I have trouble remembering the reason. Damn Aizen! Damn him to the innermost circle of Hell. I've lost so much and gained so little. The promises are there, but the reality is so unpalatable. I wish I could talk to Ran again without fearing Aizen's interference.”

 

Raising his eyes from the ground he thought he saw an apparition. “Gin,” the apparition said. She stood there, as the sun lit her hair from behind, making it appear as an aura around her head.

 

“Captain Ichimaru,” he replied automatically as he drank in the sight of Ran.

 

Ran smiled at him uncertainly. “Have you seen my Captain, Captain Ichimaru? I haven't seen him all day.”

 

“No. I haven't seen your captain,” Gin replied. He couldn't take his eyes from her face. She was still smiling at him.

 

“Sorry, to have bothered you, Captain. If you see him, could you tell him that I'm searching for him?” Ran turned away. “I miss you,” she whispered.

 

Gin thought about her words. He missed her, she missed him. Maybe there was a way he could talk to her, under the guise of something else. “Assistant Captain Rangiku, I think we need to talk, privately.”

 

Ran turned to face him and raised an eyebrow. “A private talk?” Her voice was amused but cool.

 

“As a captain, it concerns me that you regularly forget the rules of conduct. I think we need to discuss that in private.” The explanation might not be very convincing, but it was all he could think of at this moment. Nearly every time they met, he reminded her to call him by his correct title.

 

As he watched, he saw Ran's face flush and a sparkle of anger appeared in her eyes before she dropped her eyelashes. “I think my captain should talk to me about that. It is the responsibility of my captain to discipline me, not your responsibility,” she said stubbornly.

 

“I want to talk to you about it. I will meet you at your home in 10 minutes. Leave your door unlocked,” Gin instructed. If he could meet her where they were unobserved, they could talk.

 

“Wouldn't your office be more appropriate?” The question came quickly from Ran's lips.

 

Gin quickly devised a reason for meeting at her place. “I do not wish to be interrupted, and I don't wish anyone to overhear our conversation. I trust you understand. Surely you do not wish others to overhear a reprimand.”

 

Ran shrugged. “Okay. I'll see you in 10 minutes.” She walked in the direction of her quarters.

 

Gin watched her leave, hoping that anyone who had overheard their exchange would be fooled. He didn't think it was a good idea to walk with her. It might cause gossip that would reach Aizen's ears if they were seen together, so soon.

 

Cautiously he walked to Ran's home. He shielded his reiatsu as much as possible and was careful to take the least frequented paths in an indirect route. It took extra time to arrive at his destination but he didn't care. Arriving at her door 8 minutes later, he looked around carefully to make certain no one saw him. He pushed the door open without knocking and entered the room. There was fresh tea steaming on the table. Ran stood as he entered. “I made some tea. I remembered the one you liked,” she said, the flush still visible on her face.

 

“Thank you. Sit down, Rangiku,” Gin said as he sat at the table. He sipped his tea. It was the one he preferred; brewed the way he liked it. He enjoyed the fact she remembered his preference and savoured the taste as if sipping a treasured recollection.

 

“I thought the problem was my mode of address to you, Captain,” Matsumoto said quietly. “Perhaps you should call me Assistant Captain.”

 

“It was more that you said you missed me.” Gin looked at her, seeing her flush again, as if he had criticized her.

 

“It was an accident. It just slipped out. You caught me by surprise,” Ran refused to look at him. It was obvious that he had roused her temper.

 

“Those types of accidents are dangerous,” Gin said sternly. That at least was true, but she wouldn't understand how dangerous.

 

Ran frowned. “How can they be dangerous?”

 

“Morale. It's bad for morale.” Gin desperately used the first thing he thought of; making certain his voice retained the teasing quality to disguise his feelings. It would have been bad for morale, if anyone had over heard.

 

“But no-one was there. How can it be bad for morale if no one heard?” Ran protested. Her eyes were clouded with anger, at his seeming attention to insignificant matters.

 

Gin finished his tea. “That's not the point. You don't go around blurting out things like that to captains, no matter how close you once were to them. I don't want to hear about your feelings.”

 

“You should remember, I always say exactly what is on my mind,” Ran said with sincerity.

 

“Yes. That hasn't changed much,” Gin observed. He remembered her blunt honesty amused him when they were younger. Now it seemed dangerous to have that sort of candour.

 

“No one else seems to mind,” Ran said. “And I do miss you. I wish you'd tell me what I did that upset you so much. Why you won't talk to me. Why we can't be friends anymore?” Her voice held sadness and reproach.

 

The conversation wasn't progressing the way he'd planned. He wanted to get closer to her. Giving into his craving, Gin pushed aside reason. Getting to his feet he stood in front of the Assistant Captain and then knelt placing his head in her lap as he had done so many times in the past. Ran tensed. After a few minutes, hesitatingly, she smoothed his hair.

 

“What's going on, Gin? You've ignored me or belittled me for some time now. Only minutes ago you were reprimanding me, and now you put your head in my lap as if nothing had happened? I don't understand.”

 

“I didn't give you permission to call me Gin,” Gin teased taking pleasure in the closeness, the feeling of her fingers working through his hair. He closed his eyes. She was touching him. He had missed her touch.

 

“I didn't give you permission to use my lap as a headrest, either,” Ran said as her fingers traced his jaw line.

 

“But you'll let me, won't you? Or I could start lecturing you about proper behaviour,” Gin said, feeling the warmth of her skin through her uniform. The heat of her skin reminded him of how she felt naked in his arms.

 

“Not that again,” Ran said sighing deeply. Her hands tangled in his hair, fondling him.

 

Gin stated to nuzzle his head in her lap. He was becoming aroused by his contact with her.

 

“Gin, what are you doing?”

 

“I don't know. Getting comfortable. Why, what do you think I'm doing,” Gin teased. She had liked him to nuzzle her once. Maybe that had changed.

 

“I think you're trying to start something,” Ran said her hands stilling. For a brief moment she seemed uncertain what she was going to do.

 

Gin raised his head and looked at her. “Is that a problem?” The uncertainly charmed him.

 

Ran bent close to Gin and looked at him; her clear eyes expressed her unease. “It is, if I have to continue calling you Captain Ichimaru. I don't know him nor do I wish to. I should ask you to leave Captain,” she said.

 

Gin had heard her use those words before, asking him to leave, the first time they made love. “You should, but you won't. For now, you can call me Gin,” he said, picking up a tress of her hair and threading his fingers through it. He enjoyed the feel of her hair in his hands. It felt soft and strong, which mirrored the way he saw Ran.

 

“Why now, Gin?” Ran asked. “Why not yesterday?”

 

To prevent any further questions, Gin kissed her firmly. He remembered the dream as his lips touched hers. He shut his eyes tightly, ignoring everything, except her. She was passive under his lips, not kissing him, not pushing him away.

 

“I really should ask you to go,” Ran said again. She did not sound as if she wanted him to leave.

 

“You can ask me to go later,” Gin suggested as he rose to his feet. He offered his hand to Ran and assisted her to rise placing his foot just in front of hers. As he planned she stumbled a little and fell onto him. He grasped her quickly, as he was anticipating her fall, feeling her body press tightly against his.

 

“You did that on purpose.” Gin decided to accuse her before she could mention his foot tripping her. If he distracted her by the accusation maybe he could confuse her even further. He wanted her confused. If she were bemused she might ask fewer questions.

 

“You tripped me. I fell on you by accident,” Ran protested not resisting the contact.

 

“I didn't trip you. It must have been an accident. A happy accident, but your accident,” Gin observed, holding her closer. Her body fit against him as he remembered. He had missed this contact with Ran and was reluctant to let her go.

 

“You may let me go now, Captain Ichimaru.” Not too convincingly, Ran made the suggestion.

 

Gin kissed her again. First her cheek, then her eyes, the mole next to her mouth and then softly her mouth again. As he kissed her, he released his hold on her, beginning to undo the white sash she wore around her waist. He did not expect her to protest.

 

Her hands covered his, preventing him from undoing the sash any further and she drew her mouth from his. “Captain Ichimaru. I believe I understand your intentions, but I am uncertain of your reasons.” Her voice was cool, with a hint of desire. Never before had she denied him anything.

 

“My reasons? You told me you missed me. I thought I would get close to you, so you wouldn't miss me. I remind you that you fell against me. I could question your reasons for that, Assistant Captain. Was it because you wanted me to do this?” Gin kissed her again, his tongue darting into her mouth and teasing hers. For a few seconds she remained unmoving, allowing him to kiss her, but suddenly she responded with passion. While kissing her, Gin managed to undo her sash which dropped to the floor. Ending the kiss he looked at her, his eyes drinking in her face so close to his.

 

Ran was removing his coat. “I prefer you without the coat. Without it we are just two simple shinigami again. I liked those days. We could spend time together. I yearn for the past.”

 

“Why talk about the past? This is the present. The present is all that matters. This is the moment we have to think about. Ran, take me to your bed.” It sounded like a command, but Ran seemed to deem it a request.

 

“You talk about the present as if that is all there will be. The past will always remain. Gin, why should I take you to my bed?” Ran did not seem ready to comply with his demands.

 

Gin dropped his lips to her throat and ran a line of kisses down to her collarbone. Ran's head fell back allowing him to kiss her firmly at the base of her throat. He remembered that she had enjoyed that in the past. Then he kissed her again on the mouth, insistently teasing her with his tongue. His arms held her close to him, but not too close.

 

As he pulled his mouth from hers, he watched her narrowly to gauge her reaction. Was it sufficient? In the past she would have taken him by the hand and led him willingly to her bedroom by now. This Ran might not be so willing. Her eyes remained closed, her expression unreadable. Taking advantage of the lack of resistance, he kissed her again, needing to taste her, wanting her to desire him in return. He remembered how she liked to be kissed and drew her tongue into his mouth, sucking it gently. Gradually her arms stole around his neck and she began to kiss him in return. Gin continued to kiss her hungrily. No woman had ever affected him the way Ran did.

 

“Oh, Gin,” drawing her mouth from his, Ran seemed uncertain what she should do.

“Gin. Why now?”

 

“Why not?” Running his hand down her arm, he linked his fingers with hers. “I can promise you now. We can be together, now.”

 

Ran's eyes searched his face as if hoping to find the answer that he had not given. “You say now, but what about tomorrow?”

 

Gin sighed. He didn't want to think about tomorrow, or even the hours that would pass after this brief interlude. He didn't want to think about the possible consequences of now. He just wanted Ran as she used to be, or at least naked in his arms. “Tomorrow will take care of itself. You never thought of the future. Have you changed so much?”

 

She dropped her eyes at the question. “I haven't changed as much as you. I wanted to remain your friend. It was you who shut me out, Gin and I've had to live with that.”

 

Not wanting to hear any more, Gin kissed her mouth again before she could say anything further. “Let's not talk about the past. Bring me to your bed, Ran,” he said finally as he kissed her cheek and then gently bit her earlobe.

 

“And live with regret afterwards? I never have any sense where you are involved. Yes, Gin, I will take you to my bed, but I know it's a mistake. If only I didn't miss you so much.” The words were uttered with such pathos that he was momentarily taken aback, but continued to hide his reaction.

 

Still holding him by the hand, Ran led him into her bedroom. Uninterested in the furnishings he only looked at the bed. He longed to lay on it with her. “Remove your clothes, slowly. I want to enjoy watching,” Gin instructed Ran his eyes straying down her body expectantly.

 

“And will you remove your uniform, or do you want me to? I remember the days when you would remove my clothes as you kissed me. I preferred that.” Ran was removing her shirt as she spoke. There was an ache in her voice that Gin could not ignore. After she removed her shirt, for a moment he gazed at the flesh exposed. She seemed to have been created to contain all he desired. The warm, pale skin; the generous breasts; the utter femininity of her body, were once again available to him. Gin kissed her and undid her trousers, letting them slide down to puddle at her feet. He touched her gently, fingertips tracing her waistline, the line of her hip. Meanwhile Ran hands were expertly removing Gin's uniform. As soon as they were naked, Gin pulled her close, relishing the feel of her warm skin against his cool flesh.

 

“I never understood how your skin would remain so cool until it came in contact with mine.” Ran was resting her cheek on his chest as he held her. Her breath chased across his skin. “Lie with me, Gin.”

 

Lying on the bed, Ran kissed Gin on the lips and then the eyes. He relaxed knowing that he had these moments. He might squander everything he had already gained, but he was sure that no one had observed him. If he could depart without being noticed, maybe this pause would provide him the contact he required with Ran. For now he was content to be in her bed. He drew her close so they were lying face to face.

 

The vision of his desire narrowed and he could only see the woman he held in his arms, her bright hair spilling across the pillow, her face close to his own. It had been an age since he had held her. It has been too long since he had allowed himself to surrender to desire. While he was with her he would guard his words, but not his actions. They would make love. He would lose himself with her again as he had yearned to do for so long. He would prove his love with actions, but never say the words, for he was again reminded how much he loved Ran. He loved her, but not as much as he craved power. If he had power he could finally declare his love. But for that he would have to kill Aizen. Holding Ran in his arms, Gin again reaffirmed that Aizen's death was essential.

 

He let his hands stroke her back, feeling her soft skin warm his cold hands. He could feel her muscles so much more clearly defined than previously. She had obviously been training, eager to maintain her standard. Kissing her again he felt her body pressed against his. Her breasts seemed to strain against him, inviting his attention. Groaning he let his mouth stray to the creamy skin, feasting on their richness, and promise. Gin felt himself harden even further as his mouth tasted her skin, feeling the tautness of her erect nipple within his mouth.

 

“Gin, oh Gin,” Ran sighed softly, as he continued paying homage to her breasts. Her hands were touching him, with the assurance of experience. Gin stifled a gasp as her hand grazed him slyly. He knew it was not by accident.

 

Enjoying the foreplay, but eager for the sex, Gin eased Ran onto her back, pushing her legs apart as he knelt between them, preparing to enter her. Ran opened her eyes and looked at him dreamily. “Kiss me, Gin.”

 

Gin bent his head and kissed her, as Masumoto wrapped her long legs around his back.

Taking this as encouragement, Gin plunged into her. Her heat, her welcoming moan, made him almost lose his restraint and give into the urge to just take his pleasure, but he wanted her to enjoy this. To distract himself, Gin kissed Ran again, licking her tongue, sucking her bottom lip, while his body kept thrusting into hers. He could feel how tight she was around him, how hot she was. Mentally he tried to distract his thoughts. It had been too long since he had last sought release.

 

Ran was reacting passionately to his thrusts. Her hands, her body seemed to goad him on. He was losing himself in her again. Her moans were loud and urgent as she moved against him. He could feel her tightening around him as her climax grew closer.

 

With a shudder she came, releasing a breathless sigh, encouraging him to reach his orgasm. He felt the sensation overwhelm him and revelled in the feeling. He'd missed this.

 

For a few moments he relaxed. As his mind started working again, he realised he'd made a mistake. He'd put them both in danger. Seeing her so unexpectedly had made him forget the importance of distancing himself from Ran. He had been vulnerable because he had been thinking about her. In order to prevent this becoming a larger problem, he had to do something, without hesitation or compassion.

 

Finally, opening his eyes, he saw that Ran was observing him, closely. “I love you, Gin.” Four simple words that he did not want to hear. Not now. Those words bound her to him and would make her an easy target for Aizen. Thinking quickly he worked out a plan. He knew what he needed to do.

 

“Oh? That's a pity.” Gin freed himself from her arms, left the bed and began to dress.

 

“A pity? Why is it a pity?” Ran sounded confused. He glanced at her and noticed a worried frown furrowing her brow, as she lay looking at him.

 

“It's a pity you had to say that. Sort of spoiled the mood for me,” Gin lied. “I'd hoped that we might do this again, but you had to talk about your feelings. I told you that I don't want to know.” He knew the reaction she would have to his studied insolence.

 

“But I thought….” Ran seemed determined to continue talking.

 

“You thought. Thoughts aren't real. You have to have facts. The fact is: I wanted sex. You were there. We had sex. You didn't say no. You led me to your bed. You asked me to lie with you.” Gin was being purposely harsh. He had to try to make her dissociate herself, to keep her safe.

 

“You bastard, Gin! You made me think…. I almost believed….” Ran began to rage at him as his words struck home painfully.

 

“I think you mean “You bastard, Captain Ichimaru”. I didn't say anything that could make you believe this was anything but sex, Assistant Captain. It was all right, as sex goes. Thanks. I'll be leaving now. Bye-bye.” Gin walked to the door, ignoring the angry words Ran hurled at his back. Opening the door, he checked to make certain no one observed him.

 

Slipping out of the house, he began to walk back to his Division. After a few streets he stopped, alerted by the summons to the Emergency Captain's meeting by the loud bells and announcement. Sighing he changed direction. “Not another meeting and more captains. What's the “Emergency” this time? Probably something about the ryoka. I'm not really interested.” He wandered in the general direction of 1st Division.

 

As he grudgingly made his way to the source of the summons, Gin thought about the reason for the meeting. “I'll go collect a Hell Butterfly and instruct it get the alarm rung a short time after I enter the meeting. Heck, I'm sure that someone's going to be unhappy at my little game with the kid at the gate. I don't want to listen to the lecture for longer than I have to. Why did Ran have to tell me about her feelings? I hope the little act I put on, managed to push her away. I can't afford to let her sidetrack me again. I won't think of her. Got to think of the plan. Got to work out a way to gain the power, but free myself from Aizen. I don't count Tosen. Aizen included him to make up the numbers.”

 

As he mused, Gin collected the Hell Butterfly. It was quick work to pass on the message and impress the time delay that was essential. He knew that he would be asked questions he couldn't answer without some compromise with the truth. The interruption had to be soon, but not too soon. For forms sake he would have to appear to be ill at ease and reluctant. Mentally shrugging, he wondered who would be the main questioner. He knew he'd manage to slip past this problem, as he's evaded problems in the past.

 

Stretching his mouth into the accustomed grin he released the Hell Butterfly, just before he reached the door of the Captain-General's office. Hopefully the interruption would cut short this meeting before he became too bored with his questioning by the captains. “I'll pretend ignorance to hide the lies I have told and will continue to tell,” was his resolve.

 

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