A/n: We own nothing. Though TDW owns Cherry.

Notes: Suggestive nsfw-ish stuff. Slyest Heirverse hints/alludes, and AiGin because Wolfie is trash :)

Summary: Aizen and Gin settle into Las Noches.

Under the Crescent Moon

(by Spunky0ne and TheDrunkenWerewolf)

(In the desert, near Las Noches – Neliel tu Odelschwanck)

"I've got you now!" Pesche's nasally voice laughed as he scampered after a squealing Nel, "You can't hide from me."

"Or me!" Dondachakka added cheerfully.

Nel ducked behind a tall pillar, scooting around the edge as the two ran by without seeing her. She gave a little giggle as they skidded to a stop and looked at each other for a moment, before starting to run around, looking behind other pillars, rocks and small dunes to try to find her.

"Heehee!" she snickered, covering her mouth.

She continued to watch, marveling at how long it was taking the two male hollows to figure out how she had gotten away. Gradually, she grew bored and sat down in the sand, playing with the bits with her toddler sized fingers and toes.

"Man, they're taking too long," she sighed, "Maybe I should give them a little help finding me. It's no fun if they never do…"

She waited a few minutes longer to give them another chance, then she stood and dusted herself off. She was just about to start after them, when a tearing noise filled their ears, and Pesche and Dondachakka began to call her name more frantically.

"Nell-sama!" they shouted, flailing their arms and running around more wildly as a black space opened up in the dark sky above them, and three golden lights descended through them, angling towards the fortress of Las Noches, "Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

A loud sound of impact shook the ground as the two ran into a tall, blue-haired hollow that was heading for the fortress. Pesche and Dondachakka wailed as they bounced off the stronger hollow's reiatsu and went tumbling away, leaving the blue-haired hollow glaring after them.

"Idiots!" he sneered, baring his white teeth.

"Grimmjow," the toddler hollow greeted him, both of them ignoring the antics of Nel's comrades, "so you saw it too?"

"Yeah," the sexta Espada growled softly, "he's made his move…finally."

"Hmm…"

Grimmjow looked off into the distance, where several other hollows were heading into the fortress.

"Why don't you take those two morons and go hang out at my place?" he suggested, "You don't want that bastard, Nnoitra coming after you, do you?"

"Eh, if Aizen-sama is here to stay, then he'll be pretty busy with that," Nel answered.

"Suit yourself," Grimmjow said irascibly, "Don't say I didn't warn you."

He left the three looking after him as he walked into the fortress, following the powerful lure of the three shinigamis' strong reiatsu. He found Aizen in the throne room, sitting at the head of the meeting table, with the blind shinigami taicho on one side of him and the snaky, silver-haired taicho on the other.

"If it ain't the betraying bastard brigade," Grimmjow muttered under his breath, "Well, if he's strong and he helps us kill shinigamis, I'll follow him."

He had to grudgingly admit that the brown-haired shinigami taicho was impressive, especially now that he seemed to have shed the quiet scientist exterior he had worn while making his mark on the hollow world. Now, he had a leaner and more sinister look to his handsome features. The glasses were gone, and his eyes no longer looked tranquil, but instead, seemed to bore through the sexta Espada and the others who joined him at the table. The effect was both exhilarating and chilling, and it warned Grimmjow to watch his back as he (figuratively, of course) got into bed with Aizen.

Of course, I'm not as brave (or is it stupid?) as that silver-haired fox who is always with him.

Grimmjow shook his head, trying to figure out exactly where he placed Gin in the grand scheme of things. He was certainly powerful…deadly and ruthless.

He's like a hollow, but with no hollow hole. The bastard is dangerous to everyone. I'd say even Aizen, himself, should watch his back if he doesn't want a dagger in it.

He frowned at the familiarity of Gin's gestures, his wide smile and the casual way he spoke to Aizen, even when there were others around.

It makes me wonder what he's got that we don't, Grimmjow mused.

His reiatsu darkened and his lips curled into a disgusted sneer as Aizen touched Gin's arm in what looked too much like a lover's gesture.

Is it that way, then?

Aizen really should be watching his back.

. . .

Across the room from him, Gin's barely opened eyes studied Grimmjow's too easy to read face.

"Oh my," he snickered.

"What?" Aizen asked, turning a brown eye on his comrade and not so secret lover, "Is something wrong, Gin?"

"Oh, no," Gin chuckled, "Grimmjow just looks like he wants to kill something right now."

"Grimmjow always wants to kill something right now," Aizen said blithely, "That's what makes him useful."

"I guess he's less worrisome than Nnoitra."

"Nnoitra knows his place with me. He won't be a problem either."

"Glad to hear it."

Gin looked around at the gathering Arrancars, then leaned closer to hollows' new leader.

"So, what now?" he asked, "We got here just fine, but how are you going to spin this group of backstabbers into a cohesive fighting unit?"

"Oh," Aizen said dulcetly, "you let me worry about that."

He leaned closer to Gin and breathed into his ear.

"You just focus on what we'll do later, after meeting with them, so that we can…settle in properly."

"Ah, I like the sound of that," Gin purred, mentally translating that as test the durability of our new furniture. "I'll get to work on it as soon as we're done here."

"Perfect," Aizen smiled, seductively dragging his fingertips down Gin's arm. Across the room Grimmjow sneered, disgusted at the gesture. Gin watched Aizen's lips curve up into the subtlest of smirks, and decided to enjoy the show as it played out.

"You might be wondering why I've gathered you all here today," Aizen began, at which there was a lot of quiet murmuring, which the smart ones silenced when Aizen raised his hand to call for silence. "I have assembled the strongest among you to act as my swords, my blades," he said, pausing for effect. "my espada," he added, the word rolling off his tongue naturally as if he'd been speaking that language for years. And Gin thought he'd never sounded more like a king than in that moment. Neither had Gin been more impressed by how much power and authority his lover could command. Or aroused, even.

"I offer you safety and a chance to hone your skills in combat, in exchange for serving me in my purpose.

Across the room, Grimmjow snorted, scowling. "Che, an' what makes ya think we wanna serve the likes of assholes like you?"

in the back, Kaname moved a hand to draw his zanpaktou but Aizen stopped him.

"Kaname, that won't be necessary." Aizen said. And Kaname stayed his hand. "Grmmjow," he addressed the dissenting prospective espada, "You have a question?"

"What makes you think we wanna serve you?" Grimmjow asked again. His stature bold and tone defiant.

Aizen smiled sweetly at his creation. "Why, two reasons, Grimmjow," he said, trying to reign in his reiatsu to keep from crushing his soldier. And keep his anger in check. "The first, is the fact that I created you, and the second reason is that I can just as easily un-create you."

He watched, pleased, as Grimmjow Jaegerjaques stood, unmoving, still defiant. Good. This one had some fire in him. This would be useful.

However, as a God, I understand the importance of my creations having free will. So if you decline my invitation to serve under me, you will be free to go. Though I have to wonder why someone who went to such great lengths to preserve his life in the wastelands of Huecco Mundo would be so interested in returning there and throwing his life away with both hands..."

Grimmjow scowled deeply. "Well if that's the case, I'm outta here. See ya, losers."

He smiled again. "Do you not want to avenge your little sister, Maria?"

"How do you know about her?!" Grimmjow snarled, wheeling round to glare at him. Nothing but wrath in his eyes.

Aizen smirked. "I know a great many things, my dear Grimmjow."

"Nobody uses my sister against me," Grimmjow snapped. "Nobody."

Grimmjow proceeded to stalk out of the meeting room, and Aizen called after him.

"Are you quite sure, you won't stay?" he asked. A final warning.

His response was blunt. "Fuck you!"

Aizen sighed, disappointed. "Very well. If that is your wish, then you are free to go."

Grimmjow made his way towards the door and Aizen subtlely glanced at his lover beside him, who took his cue immediately. Instantly drawing his zanpaktou and shooting to kill with Shinsou, piercing Grimmjow right through. A literal stab in the back.

. . .

There was a delay of just a few seconds before Grimmjow fully digested what was happening. "You bastard!" he growled, "You bastard you said we were free to go!"

"I did," Aizen smiled and lifted his teacup to his lips to take a sip of his tea. He set it down in its saucer again before he continued. "I never said anything about Gin being in agreement with me, though."

Grimmjow roared at the smirking fox to Aizen's right. "Fuck you!"

"Tsk tsk, temper, Grimmy, temper," Gin scolded, "Is that any way ta speak to Aizen-sama?"

Grimmjow growled and cursed under his breath. Shit! I underestimated him! Underestimated them both!

He felt the cold steel of Shinsou yanked out of his body and he fell to his knees despite his best efforts to remain upright. But the reiatsu was overpowering, and left him struggling to just breathe, nevermind anything else.

"Thankyou, Gin," Aizen smiled, again with the lover's tone, so full of appreciation for the sly fox-faced man it made him sick.

"Is there anyone else who wishes to raise any... concerns?" Aizen asked, only to be met with a silent room of arrancar.

"Good. You are dismissed."

. . .

Later that evening, Gin was in Aizen-sama's private quarters, laying on the bed waiting for him. His pet fox Cherry on his lap, quite enjoying the fuss.

Aizen must have crept in quietly, because Gin didn't even notice his lover was there until his voice sounded.

"You two look very at home."

Gin grinned at his lover and partner in crime. "Can' 'elp it if the beds so comfy. Ne, Che-Che?"

Cherry yipped in agreement and Gin laughed as he stroked her head. Aizen just smiled and shook his head and joined them on the bed. Sneaking his arms around Gin's body and pulling him close. "You did beautifully earlier," he murmured approvingly, "You were poetry in motion tonight. Mmm I know one isn't supposed to touch the masterpieces in a museum but..." he said, purring and kissing Gin's neck, "I don't think I can help myself.

Gin smiled, though Aizen couldn't see it as the man was behind him. "Psh, please. Flattery won't get ya anywhere."

Aizen laughed softly. "And I have told you – many times I might add - I am merely stating facts... you're a piece of fucking art."

Gin shivered and hummed appreciatively. His lover was feeling a little frisky tonight, it seemed.

But then again, so was he. Especially when Sousuke talked like that. With that low and sensual voice of his. And the way he handled the espada had been quite arousing. Just the amount of power the man had...

"Wont they all resent ya tho'?" Gin asked, "The espada I mean."

"They might." Aizen murmured, far more concerned with ravishing Gin's neck with his lips and tongue. "But I can keep them in check.

"Grimmy hates ya now, I'm sure."

Aizen hummed in agreement. "Yes, but all that pent up rage has to go somewhere... it should be unleashed upon Kurosaki Ichigo and his little friends. It shouldn't be too hard to set that in motion..." he mused aloud, in between kissing Gin's neck and making him shiver in anticipation.

"Oohhh... you're naughty."

Aizen smirked at his lover. "Oh, you'll see just how naughty I can be," Aizen answered, smacking Gin's firm ass. " I wish to test this beds durability and your endurance, so you'll find out very soon."

Gin smirked at the older man. Tsk... ya really should behave ya know." he teased. Aizen just smacked his ass again and laughed.

"Never," Aizen smirked, and pulled Gin in for a deeply passionate kiss.

Gin smiled when they pulled apart for air. "Ya never change, do ya?" he asked.

Aizen just shook his head, grinning, "No."

And then he kissed Gin again, the pair melting into each other's arms as the crescent moon hung in the sky above their marble palace.