I have betrayed everything I have ever known by shipping this pairing and writing this story. I'm officially going to hell. Enjoy my sinning!
How long had it been? Kira couldn't quite remember when everything had changed so drastically. He remembered staying after work late one night-- later than usual, anyway-- and being very grateful when the pile of papers dwindled into nothing; remembered leaving his quiet, simple office as he always did (neat, perfect, orderly); remembered feeling a strange yet familiar presence as he headed toward the sake house where he knew Ikkaku and Renji and probably even Hisagi were already gathered.
Then it hit him. Like a sword to the chest or a punch to the face or-- ohgoditwasreallyhim. Ichimaru Gin, the traitor that had stolen so much more than Soul Society's trust-- most of it, or at least some of it-- in his time there. He was there, not directly in front of Kira with that grin, that smirk, on his face; no, he wasn't flashy like that. He hid in the shadows, but Kira knew he was there. He remembered it like it was yesterday-- had it been yesterday?
Things were tense, but tolerable, and then he came, he ruined it all. Kira was relaxing almost, though ready to bolt at any time, and then Aizen appeared. Calm, relaxed, assured as ever, but intimidating. Definitely imposing. Kira remembered it like it had just happened. Maybe it had.
No, he had been captured long before today. Long enough, at least, for his hair to lose its sheen and the stubborn streak he had built up in the lack of Ichimaru's constant presence to be, once again, crushed out. His fingers lightly grazed the empty sheathe at his side and he also remembered that. Somehow, he had lost Wabisuke, left him back in Soul Society. No, hadn't left, had been forced to leave by Ichimaru. "Ya won't need that where yer goin', Izuru" he had said, then promptly opened a gargenta to the other side.
That didn't matter now. Not Wabisuke, not the sake house, not even his friends. Kira had been captured, albeit perhaps a bit more willingly than he should have been (though, really, who would try and go up against Ichimaru and Aizen alone?), and taken to Hueco Mundo. It was Ichimaru's request and Aizen had accepted rather pleasantly, so Kira was taken and locked away in some sort of holding cell. He hadn't seen much of either his former captain or the Espada leader since then. Whenever then was.
The door that led down a lengthy flight of stairs to Las Noches' prison creaked open, a burning ray of light cutting through the prison bars to fall slanted across Kira's wide-eyed face. A figure, broad-shouldered and imposing, blacked out against the single source of light in the dark, white-walled prison. And suddenly it was gone-- the light, the freedom-- and all that remained was a condescending and villainous glint in deep, chocolate eyes.
Aizen descended the steps slowly, haughtily, letting the recognition of his presence sink in and the fear overwhelm his captive. His smile, generally warm and deceptively benevolent, now twisted into a sinister and malicious smirk that stretched across his face. He paused once he reached the base of the steps, the frightened and hesitant look on the younger shinigami's face filling him with a sense of animalistic temptation to dominate the other even more.
"What's wrong, Kira-kun?" The warm, gentle voice did little to block the chill of the dank cell, nor the undeniable shudder that crept up Kira's spine at the man's presence. No sooner did Kira realize that Aizen had moved to only mere feet away from him, right on the other side of the bars, than he was speaking again. "I apologize for the inhospitable welcoming, but we had to make certain you wouldn't try to escape while we settled a few issues. I'm sure you understand."
Kira didn't respond, his shaky gaze locked on Aizen as the latter withdrew a key from his robes and unlocked the cell door. The thought of escape didn't even cross through Kira's mind as, instead of standing aside to let him out, Aizen drew closer to him, stepping inside of the small cell. Blue eyes watched as the Espada leader kneeled down in front of him and grasped his chin roughly between firm fingers and tilted his head upward.
"Gin seems to have taken more of a liking to you than I thought," Aizen said, no bitterness or jealousy in his voice. "And it's no secret how you feel about him."
"I don't-" Kira began quickly, but was paused with a single finger pressed lightly against his lips.
"Shh," Aizen murmured. "Relax, I only came here to assure that you'll behave yourself. I wouldn't want Gin becoming distracted all of a sudden." Kira felt the finger pull away from his lips and went to speak again, but was silenced a second time-- this time by a pair of lips covering his own.
Taking advantage of the younger one's shocked state, Aizen's hand came to tug Kira's sash loose. His fingers quickly found their way under the blonde's hakama, wrapping firmly around the sensitive flesh of Kira's member. The lips pressed against his opened in a sharp gasp and he seized the opportunity to deepen the kiss, slipping his tongue in and licking every inch of the sweet mouth. Long, pale fingers came to grasp desperately at his wrist and he tightened his hold on the length.
"I said relax." The stress was gentle, but obvious enough for Kira to drop his hand and his gaze. He looked off to the side as Aizen's firm grip slid up and down his shaft, teasing the head with his thumb. He tried to suppress the shudder that ran down his spine, disgusted with himself for being aroused by the touches that reminded him so much of his old captain.
Aizen's mouth came down to suck lightly on Kira's neck, his teeth grazing the pale flesh as his hand quickly built up speed. He smirked against the skin as he felt the blonde's tension fade away and the smaller body start to lean into his. A soft moan reached his ears and his hand immediately stopped its ministrations, leaving a startled and flustered Kira to once again tense up and look away.
Ignoring the blonde's frustration, Aizen stood before him and expertly loosened his own hakama, letting it drop to the floor. Catching Kira's sights, a smirk played across his lips once more. "Must I give you instructions?"
Kira's gaze darted quickly to the open cell door and just as hurriedly back to the form in front of him. There was no way he could make it; no way at all. Hesitantly looking up at Aizen, Kira rose to his knees and promptly obliged the order. One of his hands wrapped around the thick base as he ran his tongue slowly up the shaft, rubbing it against the head. Aizen's hand came to rest lightly atop his head and a soft groan warmed the air as he took the elder's member in his mouth, sucking on the tip teasingly.
Impatiently, Aizen thrust himself deeper down the boy's throat. He felt sharp teeth bite down on his shaft and gave the blonde tresses a hard yank, smiling approvingly as the hot mouth began massaging his erection, tongue running up the underside of his length. As he felt his member harden fully under the surprisingly-experienced talents, Aizen pulled Kira away firmly by his hair.
"Get up."
Once again, Kira obeyed and rose to his feet, legs trembling underneath him. Before he had a chance to steady himself, the lieutenant was pushed roughly against the nearest wall, his already-loosened hakama pooling around his ankles. Aizen's body pressed against his own, pinning him to the cold wall as a hand came to lift one of his legs up and wrap it around the older one's waist. Tense, nearly frightened, Kira finally looked up to the ex-captain, but remained wordless. A finger prodding at his entrance warned him to brace himself for the coming intrusion.
"No struggle?" Aizen murmured, his mouth resting near Kira's ear, nibbling lightly on the lobe. "Good boy."
And then pain was all Kira knew; blinding and forceful, it shoved its way up his spine to the back of his neck and left him breathless. Of course Kira had been used more than once by Ichimaru, but the fox-faced man had nothing on the god-like one. Immediately, Kira's muscles tensed around the large intrusion and a pained gasp shot through his lips. His hand quickly found Aizen's shoulder and gripped it hard, biting back any further sounds of pain-- pleasure?-- that coursed through his body.
And then Aizen began moving, his hips fluidly moving into Kira's as he thrust deeply into the younger one. The tight heat that surrounded him elicited another soft groan of pleasure and caused Aizen to wonder just how often Ichimaru had been with his lieutenant-- it didn't seem that Kira was too used to his situation. Disregarding the thoughts as obnoxious and invalid, Aizen's mind was sucked back to the hand gripping his shoulder. As he felt Kira slowly relaxed into the rhythm, the pale fingers slipped down and instead clutched at the material of his jacket. Grinning lightly, Aizen petted the blonde approvingly as he gave a particularly hard thrust into him.
Kira's mouth found Aizen's earlobe and began sucking on it, nipping at the warm, soft flesh lightly. His leg tightened around the slim waist and a shudder rocked his body as Aizen's member struck a particularly sensitive spot inside him. Despite the tears that gathered at the corners of his eyes, Kira moaned lightly into the elder's ear. "Ai-Aizen-sama..."
Ignoring the boy's obvious arousal, the chocolate-haired shinigami gave a final thrust and released. He felt Kira slump against him and immediately pulled out, stepping back to let the blonde sink to the floor. He studied the crumpled form for a moment before gathering his hakama and sash and redressing. When Kira's eyes finally met his, he gave no look of compassion or satisfaction. "I hope we have an understanding, Kira-kun." Content with the confused and slightly desperate look he was given, Aizen turned on his heel. "I'll send someone shortly to show you to your room."
Wide, cerulean eyes watched the departing figure return up the stairs as quickly as it had come. That same beam of light fell across his face, now lightly dampened from sweat, and left him in the dark once more. It took a few moments for Kira to realize his entire body was trembling-- from what, he wasn't sure. Painfully carrying out the task of pulling his hakama up and fastening his sash, Kira slumped against the prison cell in a heap of confusion and distress. He idly realized that Aizen had left the cell door open, but was far from thinking of escape plans. Curling up as much as recent activities allowed him, Kira closed his eyes tightly and waited for whatever might come next.
I might continue it if I get any/enough requests? I'm not really sure...who else is smoking as much crack as I am to like this pairing. Er...review?