Title: Rest

Author: Alexis Sacrifar

Pairing: Aizen x Gin

Genre: General

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. If I did, i'll have banned the anime.

Summary: Even leaders need a rest now and then.

A.N: Apologies for the long away... i've been busy and rather out of the entire inspiration thing. What brought me back today, was that I was cleaning out old boxes and I found old scripts! So what else to do with them... you can guess. I hope there aren't any changes to FF majorly. D: Though, if I am ever writing any, uhm, fanfictions, they'll be put into my LJ. Ask me for it if you are interested.

Gin turned at the soft click of the door behind him, to see Aizen standing before it, looking at him with a kind smile on his lips, and felt a cold shudder run down his spine. Not again. It was still early, and surely Aizen couldn't possibly want to bed him now, could he? Just thinking about it turned his stomach, and although he ingested nothing, he still felt like throwing up. He didn't need to be reminded of what he had to go through – not when it was still physically hurting him. Nevertheless, he carefully schooled his face into his usual curious nonchalant expression.

"Gin."

He thought the way that he only spoke his name made it sound more like an order.

"Yes, Aizen-sama?" He was determined not to let his fear show through, as Aizen made his way over, wrapping his arms around his neck, pulling him into a soft, deep kiss, while the other hand ran through his silvery tresses, toying with it. Gin, on the other hand, merely accepted the embrace and allowed Aizen to do whatever he wanted.

It wasn't quite unexpected that when Aizen finally pulled away from Gin, it was to pull the silver fox towards the bed – but what was, was that he didn't push Gin down and start the whole routine of wasting uniforms, but instead, sat down, and made Ichimaru do the same, which both slightly comforted Gin, as well as unnerved him.

"Aizen-sama?"

"Shh." Aizen hushed him up, closing his eyes and leaning against Gin, his voice taking on an exhausted edge. "Let me rest."

"Are you alright?" Gin anxiously checked his ex-taichou's temperature. Aizen never acted this way, which was surprising. Not this human, never, preferring to play the evil overlord that he is.

"Just tired – it's nothing," the man murmured, snuggling into the crook of Gin's shoulder that had Gin blinking at the uncharacteristic gesture.

In a matter of seconds, the leader of Huenco Mundo was fast asleep, his breath evening out, relaxed. Gin scrutinised him curiously, even though there really was nothing to be curious about, reaching out to tentatively brush a few strands of hair away from his face, drinking in the for once calm, relaxed expression of his ex-captain. Noting the slightly exhausted look in his face, Gin sighed and gently dislodged Aizen from his shoulder and lowered him down onto the soft bed, surprised that the man did not even stir. Perhaps he trusted in Gin not to hurt him, or was sure that even if he tried, he would never succeed.

True to say, Aizen had hardly taken a proper rest in months, and it was just natural that he would be feeling exhausted by now. Lying down next to the sleeping man, Ichimaru pulled the covers over them, content to be in this calm atmosphere that they shared now, and just by watching Aizen sleep, as he played with the soft brown hair of its master ( yes, despite its hard gelled up look ).

After all, peaceful moments like this were hard to come by nowadays.

~end~

A.N: Computer spazzy. Forgive me for any errors... Do NOT buy a macbook. Get a macbook pro, or better still, DESKTOP.