dark color

"silver."

The hand resting on the armrest trembled suddenly, then closed tightly.Under the pale skin, only blue blood flowed slowly.Aizen stood there without moving.There was a deathly silence all around, only the sound of each other's breathing intertwined gently across a long distance, one after another.

Ichimaru Gin turned his ear, quietly and greedily listening to the familiar sound of breathing, and suddenly closed his eyes.In the next second, the hand on the armrest was gently wrapped in the other palm.

"silver."

The man repeated his name slowly and gently.When he was a teenager, there was always someone who would gently hold his hand when he was stubborn and refused to fall asleep, and then called that name over and over like this...

The young man curled up into a ball on the oversized chair, his whole body trembling unconsciously.

"Silver, open your eyes."

Aizen took his other hand covering his eyes, and his tone was softer than ever, as if coaxing a child who couldn't find a home.He bent down, and the shadow formed by his whole body enveloped him, as if something warm melted into the air bit by bit through the distance between the two.

Breath is audible.No matter it is such a temperature or such a voice, it is unique to Aizen. The things engraved in his memory, even after hundreds of years, are still as clear as yesterday.

"Master Aizen has not lost his memory."

He was stiff and authentic, and the tone that had been maintained for hundreds of years suddenly collapsed.Just like the promise back then, only in front of this person, he is the original pure and cruel Ichimaru Gin.

"Yes."

Aizen answered him in the affirmative without any hesitation.

"Master Aizen is still alive."

"Yes."

He opened his eyes, looked at Aizen, and saw a expressionless self in those familiar brown eyes.The trembling of the body stopped, and he slowly grabbed Aizen's hand, "At that time, I decided to destroy the world of souls."

His wrist was almost broken, but Aizen looked at him calmly, not moving or struggling.

"It's Urahara Kisuke's fault. If it wasn't for him, Aizen-sama wouldn't have disappeared."

Ichimaru Gin said slowly, with crazy resentment appearing in bloody eyes, "There are also Central Room 46, Captain Yamamoto, and Shisanban, those hypocritical guys, they should all be damned!"

"kindness."

Aizen still responded like this, as if what he was talking about was not a major event about the death of countless people.

"I established Xuye Palace, and I created a lot of troubles. I made Urahara Kisuke have to escape to the present world..."

Yin spoke slowly, but his expression became excited, "But, no matter what method I use, they still gradually forget Lord Aizen! There are fewer and fewer people who remember Master Aizen! They should be damned!"

The original pair of red eyes that Aizen couldn't help but marvel at gradually turned into a layer of dead silence. Gin Ichimaru held his hand and asked him inquiringly, "...they should all die!"

"But I'm back, Silver,"

Smiling, Aizen lowered his head and kissed his forehead full of comfort, "I'm right here..."

The raised hair reflected the moonlight, trembling slightly in the night air.

"Aizen... my lord..."

The temperature printed on his forehead was so real that the young man opened his eyes wide, as if only by doing so could he be sure of the truth of the person in front of him.The scene of that day has been circling in his mind for hundreds of years-the man closed the door in front of him, and then there was not even a trace of spiritual pressure left.For several years, decades, and hundreds of years, he has been carrying such fear without knowing it, and only regards it as resentment towards the Soul World, and then lives numbly and for a long time for revenge, day after day.However, such feelings have all exploded today.Just thinking of that scene made him tremble with fear!

If all of this is not illusory... Gin Ichimaru's dazed mind gradually recovered, and then he also followed the example of the person in front of him, curling the corners of his mouth bit by bit.

Aizen said: I am right here.Ichimaru Gin smiled and narrowed his eyes, but that smile was as cold as a devil, and he seemed to be able to smell the smell of blood scattered in the air little by little. "So,"

He leaned over and pressed his cheek against Aizen's warm chest, "Prove it to me."

The positions of the two were completely reversed.After saying that, Ichimaru Gin pulled Aizen down violently, and turned over deftly.Lying on top of Aizen, the youth's red eyes looked straight at him, seeming to contain some kind of obsession.

"silver."

Lan Ran called out, but the young man covered his mouth all of a sudden, and looked at him very closely.

"Shh~~" In the silent room, Ichimaru Gin curled his lips and exhaled lightly.Then he moved his hand and put it on Lan Ran's ear, while the other hand began to rub against his neck.Slowly and greasy, five fingers slid across the adam's apple that rose and fell with breathing, and the slightly throbbing carotid artery, then went down the throat and slid in through the slightly opened placket.

Aizen's eyes suddenly darkened, and the hand that was holding the other party tightened a little.Sensing this change, Ichimaru Gin smiled, and suddenly stuck out her tongue, licking Aizen's lips very provocatively.

"Humph……"

It wasn't the person being teased that made the sound, but Gin.The arm on his waist was suddenly exerted, which made him groan.Aizen's breathing was still not loud, and there was no sign of it being heavy, but Gin Ichimaru, who was lying on his body, clearly felt that his frequency had changed.

"turn out to be……"

Aizen looked into the other party's dark eyes for some reason, "What you want is such a proof."

His deep voice was slightly hoarse, sounding like a fatal temptation.Ichimaru Gin lowered his head in fascination, "Aizen-sama, don't you want to?"

The man in front of him smiled, and the combination of handsome facial features became a kind of evil and temptation that people couldn't take their eyes off... "If this can make you believe it."

He was about to move, but Yin stopped him.The young man didn't speak, but his next actions showed his determination.Forcibly pulling Aizen's hand up and holding it down, Ichimaru Gin lowered his head and gently bit the edge of the clothes with his teeth.

"Tear--"

The sound of cloth being torn is very clear in the dark night, and it is also very sensational.Aizen didn't resist, just lay quietly on his side and let him do whatever he wanted.With a smile in his brown eyes, his gaze rested on the young man's neck, which was revealed by the raised head.The fair neck was exposed to the moonlight, its lines were graceful and fragile.

The Grim Reaper's clothes were originally very thin, and Aizen remembered when he took over the clothes from Kuchiki's house, but he didn't expect it to be damaged in such an occasion.He curled the corners of his lips and said softly, "Silver, let me go."

The arm that was holding him trembled, Yin stopped moving, and looked at him with red eyes.

Pleasant emotions came up little by little, but it wasn't because of the current affair... Yin's eyes were more beautiful and pure than anyone else, even at this moment, those eyes attracted him deeply, Clearly reflected his shadow.Ichimaru Gin looked at Aizen expressionlessly, his smile had long since faded away, revealing his truest expression.In the final analysis, their natures are so similar, whether it is unscrupulous or unethical, what is deeply imprinted in the eyes of both of them at this moment is the same emotion.plunder!Contrary to the gentle appearance, what is hidden in their souls is such cruel and cruel things.However, Gin Ichimaru chose to honestly reflect this feeling to him, while Aizen chose to bury it deeply.

Aizen smiled very gently at the young man in front of him, but easily broke free with both hands, and pressed his head down with a rough movement that did not match the smile.

"Well!"

After intertwining lips and tongue, Yin let out a short cry of pain, and Yin quickly reacted.The red eyes added a hint of darkness, and the fingers that were searching on the opponent's bare chest quickly accelerated.The clothes slipped to the ground and blended into the night lightly and soundlessly.

Skin to skin, Silver bent down, letting her hair intertwine with the other's.The two exchanged body temperature in the dark, but it was not so much a sex as it was a war.When the body temperature passed, Ichimaru Gin obtained the proof of existence, and Aizen seemed to have found what he had left behind in those hundred years...

The panting sound became more and more intense, and the parts that were pasted together were burning crazily.Ichimaru Gin looked at Aizen's eyes stained with desire, without blinking.Suddenly, he wiped away the sweat that was flowing down his cheeks... A smile suddenly appeared on his expressionless face, so pure that it would never be stained with other things, and it was full of joy and satisfaction.Aizen had never seen such a smile before.So he was stunned for a second, and then felt...

Ichimaru Gin sat down abruptly, and the smell of blood filled the whole room at once, but it mixed with the faint smell of blood before, and quickly became undetectable.But the young man didn't care, he moved mechanically, the expression on his face remained unchanged... Such a satisfied smile... "Silver, stop."

The smile on Aizen's face disappeared, and it became even uglier after feeling the bloody smell in the room, "You..."

But his remaining words were silenced, so he could only frown and look at the silver-haired young man.

"Lord Aizen..."

Yin leaned over and hugged him, the homeless child finally found his home, the red eyes staring at him reflected the owner's most sincere wish as always, "It's not...fake."

"……what."

Aizen paused, his expression blurred by the faint moonlight.The man with the gentlest smile didn't smile, he just stretched out his arms and hugged him back silently.

"I am back."

"……Welcome back."