Business first - Bleach is not mine. Lolita is Vladamir Nabokov's. Not for profit, all for fun. Because c'mon, If I owned Bleach, this wouldn't be called "heirverse". This would be called "canon".

a/n: Some lighthearted silliness fuelled by caffeine and late night writing sessions. An AU in which Gin is a lot older than he is in bleach canon. so 17-ish, or the rough shinigami equivalent because I don't even know how it works out with the lifespans. Legal consenting age anyway at least where I'm from. Lolita references are only here because i liked Nabokov's writing style.

Notes – set in my heirverse, but can be read alone. Written because a lot of the later Heir chapters are killing me and I need some happy. AiGin all the way because I am utter trash. cat and mousey-ness, sexual situations, smut later on, attempts at humour (well I laughed), swearing, Aizen being an absolute fucking pervert, the author regrets fucking nothing.

Game

It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.
- Vladamir Nabokov (Lolita)

Chapter 1: The Best Laid Plans

His eyes were on the pages of the book in his hands as he sat on the communal garden bench, though Aizen Sousuke wasn't reading. The words had long ago blurred together and his focus drifted off into a higher realm of thought. The book was more of a prop now, really. Part of the show. A disguise. Oh, he'd come to the garden for some peace and quiet, with all the best intentions of reading. But all that halted when he saw the boy with his lady friend. Then the facade of the studious vice captain came to pieces and suddenly he was that lecherous old man Humbert drooling over his Lolita at play in the book he was pretending to read. The only difference being that the object in his eyes was the young boy, instead of the girl. Thankfully the book, the illusion he was even reading it, kept his secret.

At least the glasses help, Aizen-sama, the light voice of his sword giggled in the back of his mind. And the book. What would they say if they caught you leering at the young ones and weren't even pretending to read?

My dear Kyouka, you wound me. I am merely observing.

Liar.

He did not answer her. They were talking, laughing about something. And Sousuke was too caught up in watching that mouth curl up into a grin, and then a soft smile. Watching those eyes crinkle as he laughed, and listening to the cackles of amusement floating through the air.

Kyouka Suigetsu sighed loudly. Frustrated.

Why do you not just go up and talk to him instead of leering from afar?

I cannot do that.

You can. Just put on that big fake smile you do and go get him. It will be easy.

He held the book higher, ignoring his zanpaktou. He'd seen the boy and his friend before. In some of his lectures, and the boy had made himself memorable to him with his consistent high marks across all areas. He even remembered the day they'd met.

He was due to start covering some lectures, and had taken the files home the previous evening. Perhaps it was because he needed to play the act of a good teacher, or just thoroughness on his part, but Sousuke made it his business to know the names of all the students he taught. He sat looking through their files before his first class, taking names and learning what their abilities were. If they could be useful, or were wastes of space. But Gin had intrigued him from the start. High marks across the board. A sharp wit. Although when Sousuke did meet him in class the next day, he didn't think he could ever forget how all the air seemed to leave his lungs and his confidence failed when he introduced himself to the class the moment he locked eyes on that gorgeous silver haired masterpiece. Or the snickers of his classmates as he had to cough to clear his throat.

And Gin's smile had widened just a touch while his teacher played the bumbling nerd.

When I am captain, he remembered thinking, watching his silver haired beauty scribbling away three rows away from him, brows furrowed in concentration and slender, beautiful fingers loosely holding his pen, I will have him as my second. And Kyouka Suigetsu had reminded him to take one step at a time. To walk before he could run.

Of course, it hadn't taken very long before Sousuke imagined those beautiful fingers holding other things. His hands, for one. And something else much further down. Which was about when the bubble of hot poison moved from his brain to his loins. Transforming him into Humbert Humbert, and Ichimaru Gin into his Lolita.

It hadn't taken long, either, for Sousuke to claim him as a subordinate. Hirako had raised his eyebrows, but didn't comment.

"I don' think he likes me." Gin said. Perceptive as always.

"No matter." Sousuke smiled, placing a hand on Gin's shoulder. "I'll deal with him, later."

"How?"

"Oh, I have my ways."

The woman's laugh brought him back to the present moment. Shrill and high, not at all like his Gin's laugh. Though it served as a reminder to live in the present and not in the past. Because how could he enjoy watching his Gin now if his mind was elsewhere? He renewed his focus. Pushed those invasive thoughts aside, for now.

"So, come on, Gin." she cooed. "What do you think of our new teacher?"

"He's alright." Gin replied. A shrug on his shoulders.

"Alright?!" She screeched. All excitement and loudness. "He's totally hot! I mean, if you like that bookish nerdy look."

Gin frowned. Brows furrowed, shoulders hunched. Clearly not amused by her schoolgirl antics. "Ran, ya know yer talkin about my new vice captain, right?"

"Oh yeah. He handpicked you for the fifth division, didn't he?"

"Yep."

Sousuke could not help the quiet smile at Gin's pride in having secured such a position. One that Sousuke had offered himself, no less. Surely this was a good sign of things to come.

"Ah, you're so lucky, Gin. I'd love to get handpicked by one of the vice captains. Especially Mr Hottie."

Gin laughed. Sweet and gentle. "Maybe ya would if ya worked a bit harder. Yer test marks last week were awful."

She pouted. "Well, maybe you can help me study?" she pleaded. "I mean, if Mr Hottie doesn't keep you too busy."

Sousuke rolled his eyes behind his book. Of course he knew people made eyes at him. He was used to it. But did this girl have to be so crass about it?

"Course I'll help ya study." Gin said again, all kindness and gentleness. "If ya lay off calling him Mr Hottie. I gotta work with the guy, and I can't do that if I keep hearin' yer lil nickmane in me brain for him whenever I see him. What if I blurt it out by accident?"

The mere thought of Gin saying such a thing to him, even by accident, nearly had Sousuke in a puddle on the floor. Although the years of self enforced acting, playing the role of a wholesome person had given him a superhuman amount of self control. He kept still and listened.

"Ugh. Fine." The girl, Rangiku, he remembered her name now, huffed. Her lips in a pout and her arms folded across her large chest. "I'll stop calling him Mr Hottie. But I really don't see why you would blurt something like that out unless..."

A wide, devilish grin spread across her face. "Unless you like him, too!"

Gin only placed his face into one of his hands, in frustration. "Rangiku." he groaned.

"Oh gosh, you do! " she squealed, "You really do!"

"Scream it a lil louder, Rangiku, I think there's someone in the human world tha' didn' hear ya properly." Gin scowled. "And I don't like him. He's irritating. And besides it's not professional."

She cackled like a witch. "Yeah, you hate him, that's why you sit in the front row in every one of his classes."

Sousuke peered over the top of his book, abandoning all pretence of reading now as he watched his Gin's face flush the brightest shade of red as he tried to defend himself, and failed.

"Only cuz he writes so..." Gin stammered, all scowls and indignant fury, "So small an' crooked an'... an'... I got problems with me eyes. I can't see fer shit!"

His friend was not taken in by any of it. "Gin, his writing is perfect. And your eyes are fine."

That earnt her a scowl. And Sousuke even got a little laugh from his sword.

It's so cute. He has a crush on you. Oh, if only they knew you were watching, Aizen-sama.

Sousuke smiled. Indeed.

She giggled again. I say you interrupt them. Just walk on past and say hello. Wouldn't that make things awkward for them?

Oh, Kyouka, where's the fun in that?

But you'll get to see him fall all over himself because of you.

That is tempting. But I wouldn't want to embarrass him any more than his lady friend already has, would I now?

I suppose.

Kyouka Suigetsu huffed. She always did prefer his direct approaches more, but that was out of the question. At least here and now.

He went back to pretending to read again. Already planning his next move with this new information. Of course, it all made sense now. The looks Gin gave him when he thought nobody was looking. The rapt attention in his lectures from his darling. Making incorrect stances in practical lessons just so he could physically move and correct him. Not incorrect enough to stand out, but enough so the perfectionist in him would notice.

It went without saying that he was used to such looks and things from others. But Gin... Gin ignited something in him. And he'd be lying if he said he hadn't wondered how Gin's skin might feel, or look when heat rushed to his face. How the boy would look and feel bent over his desk, on his back, in his bed and out of it. Against a wall. On the floor. Anywhere and everywhere. Even under the moon and stars.

He was tempted. He had to admit that.

No, not here. He checked himself. My thoughts cannot wander again here. Perhaps later.

Rangiku's laughter quieted down, and the redness faded from Gin's cheeks.

"Say, Ran, if ya like 'im so much, why don' you ask him out?"

She tossed her hair. "Because, I'm with Shuuhei, remember?"

Gin scowled at her again.

"Hey, you know if you keep doing that your face will stay like that forever."

"Don't care."

"Okay, so," she began, ignoring Gin's scowls, "What are you going to do about Mr. McDreamy?"

Gin rolled his eyes and groaned. "Nothin'. And what did I tell ya about yer little nicknames?"

"But you just said-"

"I don't care. Can the nicknames. It's bad enough you takin' the piss without em."

She pouted again. "Fine. But you can't just do nothing."

"I can." Gin told her. "I will."

Kyouka Suigetsu giggled again. Oh, dear. Oh well, he won't need to do anything. Will he? He'll be yours soon enough.

You are awfully chatty today, my mirror princess.

The bell for the next lot of classes tolled in the distance, and Sousuke regretted this little interlude couldn't last longer. However, he did enjoy Gin's long, tired sigh at the thought of more classes in the afternoon. Although thankfully, for Sousuke at least, the next class Gin would be in was his.

"Lunch over already? Damn." Gin rubbed his eyes. Sleepy. "I coulda used a nap."

"Oh, hush up." Rangiku took his hand and pulled him up to his feet. "Come on, you should be excited for Mcsteamy's class next!"

Gin's groan at her comment was audible, and very much enjoyed. Ah, yes. Sousuke thought. My favourite class of the day.

He debated following the pair of them, but decided against it. Instead he would take a leisurely stroll to his classroom and enjoy the sunshine. And plan out the opening moves of his next game. He closed his book slowly. The cogs turning in his head. And the question.

What can I do to make him mine?