Initiation Indignation
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
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5,640
Reviews:
5
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Five for the Drive
Title: Five for the drive
Author: chibi-zoe
Series: Bleach
Pairing: Aizen x Hitsugaya
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: OOC-ness
Summary: Toshiro has just been promoted to Captain and discovered that they have an initiation ritual where he has to spend one night with each of his fellow captains.
Waking up in Aizen’s bed, Toshiro is momentarily disorientated. Glancing around, he racks his memory as to what took place the previous evening. He remembers walking up the Fifth Division, and greeting Hinamori, before being escorted to the Captain’s private chambers. There was tea already set out, and Aizen was kneeling at his desk catching up on some paperwork. Toshiro clearly remembers sipping the tea and waiting for his host to finish.
After that, he has hazy memories of sitting around making small talk and chatting about their fellow captains, and then of climbing into Aizen’s bed and falling straight asleep beside the kindly man. Somehow this doesn’t quiet gel with how he feels this morning. His body is telling him that he most definitely got laid last night. Idly rubbing small circles into his lower back, he lets his mind drift, trying to pinpoint the exact moment when his memories go fuzzy.
Strangely enough, he remembers having an awfully explicit dream. A dream where Aizen demands complete submissiveness from him, treating him like a marionette and directing his every move, it is so vivid that he can even recall the taste of Aizen’s cum in his mouth. Rolling his tongue around the edges of his teeth, he wonders what this means. Was the experience so shocking that he willingly blocked it from his mind, or is it something more sinister.
Trying to remember more of his dream, Toshiro shudders at the remembered feel of a hand covering his mouth and nose, cutting of his air supply just to hear him choke. Running a distressed hand through his hair, he winces as he brushes a sore spot. In his dream it is where Aizen roughly grabbed him and threw him onto the bed. He is sure that he bounced twice before coming to rest against the headboard. Crawling along the bed, he examines the decorative wood, looking for indentations or imperfections.
Finding nothing, he shuffles off the bed and reaches for his robes. They have been washed and freshly pressed. Toshiro has the distinct feeling that this is because hot tea was spilt all over them. His dream and his fuzzy memory both agree on this point and his racks his brain to remember what it was that they were talking about at that moment. Something about their zanpaktou’s, but Toshiro can’t quite recall exactly what.
He vaguely recalls Aizen offering to show him something, but after that his memory skips straight to the spilt tea. Shaking his head to try and clear the fuzziness, he puzzles over the odd gap in his recollection, before deciding that he can think about it in his own office just as easily. Smoothing the last fold in his haori, he turns to the door reaching out with his hand. Before he has a chance to touch it though, the door opens to reveal a smiling Aizen.
Walking back to his office, Toshiro wonders why it took him so long to get ready this morning. After all, he and Aizen only drank some tea and then went straight to sleep. Picking up the pace as much as he dares, he doesn’t want to be caught running along the walkways, he hurries to his own Division. He is sure that his Lieutenant will have tea ready for him, and hopefully he can beg a few painkillers off her as well for his aching back.
Author: chibi-zoe
Series: Bleach
Pairing: Aizen x Hitsugaya
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: OOC-ness
Summary: Toshiro has just been promoted to Captain and discovered that they have an initiation ritual where he has to spend one night with each of his fellow captains.
Waking up in Aizen’s bed, Toshiro is momentarily disorientated. Glancing around, he racks his memory as to what took place the previous evening. He remembers walking up the Fifth Division, and greeting Hinamori, before being escorted to the Captain’s private chambers. There was tea already set out, and Aizen was kneeling at his desk catching up on some paperwork. Toshiro clearly remembers sipping the tea and waiting for his host to finish.
After that, he has hazy memories of sitting around making small talk and chatting about their fellow captains, and then of climbing into Aizen’s bed and falling straight asleep beside the kindly man. Somehow this doesn’t quiet gel with how he feels this morning. His body is telling him that he most definitely got laid last night. Idly rubbing small circles into his lower back, he lets his mind drift, trying to pinpoint the exact moment when his memories go fuzzy.
Strangely enough, he remembers having an awfully explicit dream. A dream where Aizen demands complete submissiveness from him, treating him like a marionette and directing his every move, it is so vivid that he can even recall the taste of Aizen’s cum in his mouth. Rolling his tongue around the edges of his teeth, he wonders what this means. Was the experience so shocking that he willingly blocked it from his mind, or is it something more sinister.
Trying to remember more of his dream, Toshiro shudders at the remembered feel of a hand covering his mouth and nose, cutting of his air supply just to hear him choke. Running a distressed hand through his hair, he winces as he brushes a sore spot. In his dream it is where Aizen roughly grabbed him and threw him onto the bed. He is sure that he bounced twice before coming to rest against the headboard. Crawling along the bed, he examines the decorative wood, looking for indentations or imperfections.
Finding nothing, he shuffles off the bed and reaches for his robes. They have been washed and freshly pressed. Toshiro has the distinct feeling that this is because hot tea was spilt all over them. His dream and his fuzzy memory both agree on this point and his racks his brain to remember what it was that they were talking about at that moment. Something about their zanpaktou’s, but Toshiro can’t quite recall exactly what.
He vaguely recalls Aizen offering to show him something, but after that his memory skips straight to the spilt tea. Shaking his head to try and clear the fuzziness, he puzzles over the odd gap in his recollection, before deciding that he can think about it in his own office just as easily. Smoothing the last fold in his haori, he turns to the door reaching out with his hand. Before he has a chance to touch it though, the door opens to reveal a smiling Aizen.
Walking back to his office, Toshiro wonders why it took him so long to get ready this morning. After all, he and Aizen only drank some tea and then went straight to sleep. Picking up the pace as much as he dares, he doesn’t want to be caught running along the walkways, he hurries to his own Division. He is sure that his Lieutenant will have tea ready for him, and hopefully he can beg a few painkillers off her as well for his aching back.