His teeth are sharp.
The eyes that are slits sharper.
Rukia holds her breath, gasping only softly at the shame of the act.
He suckles on her tiny breast like a babe.
But, it isn't shame-not really. Rukia can't claim to hold that anymore when she's cast it all away with the harsh feel of the wall of the storage building cutting into her back.
It's pleasure, titillation of her senses that makes her breaths become shorter as those teeth circle, clinching a nipple in a love-bite. It hurts but his tongue swirls over the pink flesh and her eyes close in ecstasy.
He knows how to build up cities and tear them down with a touch.
Rukia thinks she's like that, being simultaneously torn down and built up again. Rising and falling. Repulsed and magnetized. It takes less of her will not to scream the disgust she feels and more to inhibit the soft mewl as he drops between her legs.
Inhibit- now that was a strange word.
She's lost her morality- maybe she never had it. What's wrong and right blurs but she thinks it's better this way. Rukia doesn't want to think of abandoning Renji- knowing the intense disappointment of her Nii-sama. She's a failure in every sense of the word.
But, he knows.
He makes her feel better.
"You're so beautiful, Rukia-chan..." he pauses with admiration she wants to believe. Slowly he kisses the inner flesh of her thigh; she wants to laugh and call him baka, but she can't. Not when she's so desperate to believe it.
His kisses go deeper.
Rukia should be blushing, refusing like the Noble the world sneers she is.
But, she doesn't. Her small hands fist through his silvery hair, her head falling back.
Rising on the peaks of bittersweet bliss
His lips, his tongue, his teeth.
The man is all sharp angles. Sharp red slits that hungrily watch her responses. Narrow, slick pink tongue darting in her most secret places. Rukia would never say it, as she mounts her climax, but it's those little flicks.
Those slight laps and licks that send her over the edge.
Instead of whiteness, red tints her vision.
White is pure like Sode no Shirayuki. Red is the color of his eyes.
"Feelin' better, Rukia-chan?" He towers over her, his shadow hindering the mid-afternoon light.
Rukia can't answer.
She feels...
"Same time." She avoids looking at him. Capable of even deceiving herself, she knows she can't fool him.
The grin is back, but it's lost something. "Sure. Whenever you feel down...just let old Gin take care of ya!" He laughs slightly mockingly and once again he is Gin Ichimaru the Captain of Squad three and she is Rukia Kuchiki an unseated officer from Squad thirteen.
Ichimaru doesn't say goodbye, leaving her to pull together the ragged shreds of whatever pride she has left.
Which she does in silence.
Why did she do it? Why does she let him play these games?
Rukia knows the answer, but cannot make herself speak it aloud.
She's fallen for him.
-Finis
Disclaimer: don't own Bleach. Pity, I wouldn't have killed off Gin. :(
AN: set pre- beginning of Bleach. Thanks for reading :)
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