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Crimson
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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1
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Crimson
It was not like Gin wasn’t used to the sensation.
Even as he looked back now to all those years before, to the times he was Aizen’s vice-captain, there was always this strange, intimidating feeling of power around his master.
Ah, yes. Aizen-sama was indeed his master; Even though it was never officially stated before, Gin had already been completely owned by the other man. His soul, mind and body as well, it all existed just for the other’s sake.
He whimpered, even though he desperately tried to conceal the feeling of pain that was being inflicted on him. A set of pearly white teeth closed on his upper arm, biting hard, enough to break the pale skin and draw blood, the crimson color in perfect contrast to white carnation.
It sometimes felt like simple power-play, but right now, at moments like this, a strange feeling of fondness had been gathering in him, pooling deeply inside. He didn’t understand what exactly it was, he only knew it made him gasp and wriggle and moan.
Another bite, another whimper in shape of a low whine and yet again, the feeling of blood sliding down his arm. There was a strong hand intertwining with his silver hair, pulling hard but not enough to hurt, as Aizen closed his bloodied lips with his own. The kiss was strangely gentle and sensual for a man who liked to see him in pain so much, so Gin accepted it without a second of protest. The coppery taste filled his senses as Aizen’s tongue pushed into his mouth with force, but less brutal then he used to.
Gin knew he shouldn’t trust so much into his Taichou, but ever since they met, ever since Aizen had held out his hand to the lost silver-haired boy, Gin had handed him out his own heart, his own being. The affection did not falter, no matter what the other man did to him. Sometimes he really pushed too far, hurting and dealing pain, as if to test how much his silver-haired fox could take before finally breaking. But Gin endured it, he somehow held on, he followed his orders and never tried to question the superior power of his master. That, in fact, had left Aizen strangely pleased, knowing that he had a strong man as his right hand, his comrade.
His mate as well.
Gin remembered the rare few times Aizen had called him that. He knew what kind of interactions Aizen had with his subordinates, he knew he sometimes got others in his bed as well – Tousen, Ulquiorra and Grimmjow as well – but somehow, on the most primal level of their weird relationship, Gin always knew he came before them.
He cried out softly when Aizen had entered him, with no preparation beforehand and he bit down on his own lip – hard, enough to split it open with a sharp fang – to stop himself from making any more noise of discomfort. The other man smirked, reaching out to run his thumb over the abused lip, smearing the crimson liquid generously over it and down to Gin’s cheek, until the red smudge dried on his skin. Bending down more, Aizen licked the coppery trail, earning himself a moan from the silver-haired man. His hips pulled back as he lapped on the split lip, tasting him, marking him all over again. Gin gasped as the burning length filled him again, tearing him open, hurting but proving yet again, that he was his, he was Aizen’s.
He soon was moved into another position, almost like he was a powerless doll, until his back was strained and legs bent behind Aizen’s back, allowing his Taichou to all but pound into him.
“Taichou...” Gin squeezed his eyes shut, tighter then he used to, while bucking his hips against other man, obediently keeping his hands over his head, like Aizen had ordered him too at the very beginning. Aizen came hard, grunting as he did so, filling him with his release.
Gin wasn’t left hanging and soon enough his Captain’s fist closed against him, only few strokes leading his to climax.
As he had been coming down from heights of his orgasm, Aizen had once again pierced him, latching his teeth hard onto the sensitive skin at side of his neck. A soft cry of pain, like a keening sound of dying bird escaped his lips when he felt the skin split under the vicious bite. Aizen lapped at the wound, drinking from it, almost as if it was some kind of drug keeping him alive.
Maybe it was.
Even as he looked back now to all those years before, to the times he was Aizen’s vice-captain, there was always this strange, intimidating feeling of power around his master.
Ah, yes. Aizen-sama was indeed his master; Even though it was never officially stated before, Gin had already been completely owned by the other man. His soul, mind and body as well, it all existed just for the other’s sake.
He whimpered, even though he desperately tried to conceal the feeling of pain that was being inflicted on him. A set of pearly white teeth closed on his upper arm, biting hard, enough to break the pale skin and draw blood, the crimson color in perfect contrast to white carnation.
It sometimes felt like simple power-play, but right now, at moments like this, a strange feeling of fondness had been gathering in him, pooling deeply inside. He didn’t understand what exactly it was, he only knew it made him gasp and wriggle and moan.
Another bite, another whimper in shape of a low whine and yet again, the feeling of blood sliding down his arm. There was a strong hand intertwining with his silver hair, pulling hard but not enough to hurt, as Aizen closed his bloodied lips with his own. The kiss was strangely gentle and sensual for a man who liked to see him in pain so much, so Gin accepted it without a second of protest. The coppery taste filled his senses as Aizen’s tongue pushed into his mouth with force, but less brutal then he used to.
Gin knew he shouldn’t trust so much into his Taichou, but ever since they met, ever since Aizen had held out his hand to the lost silver-haired boy, Gin had handed him out his own heart, his own being. The affection did not falter, no matter what the other man did to him. Sometimes he really pushed too far, hurting and dealing pain, as if to test how much his silver-haired fox could take before finally breaking. But Gin endured it, he somehow held on, he followed his orders and never tried to question the superior power of his master. That, in fact, had left Aizen strangely pleased, knowing that he had a strong man as his right hand, his comrade.
His mate as well.
Gin remembered the rare few times Aizen had called him that. He knew what kind of interactions Aizen had with his subordinates, he knew he sometimes got others in his bed as well – Tousen, Ulquiorra and Grimmjow as well – but somehow, on the most primal level of their weird relationship, Gin always knew he came before them.
He cried out softly when Aizen had entered him, with no preparation beforehand and he bit down on his own lip – hard, enough to split it open with a sharp fang – to stop himself from making any more noise of discomfort. The other man smirked, reaching out to run his thumb over the abused lip, smearing the crimson liquid generously over it and down to Gin’s cheek, until the red smudge dried on his skin. Bending down more, Aizen licked the coppery trail, earning himself a moan from the silver-haired man. His hips pulled back as he lapped on the split lip, tasting him, marking him all over again. Gin gasped as the burning length filled him again, tearing him open, hurting but proving yet again, that he was his, he was Aizen’s.
He soon was moved into another position, almost like he was a powerless doll, until his back was strained and legs bent behind Aizen’s back, allowing his Taichou to all but pound into him.
“Taichou...” Gin squeezed his eyes shut, tighter then he used to, while bucking his hips against other man, obediently keeping his hands over his head, like Aizen had ordered him too at the very beginning. Aizen came hard, grunting as he did so, filling him with his release.
Gin wasn’t left hanging and soon enough his Captain’s fist closed against him, only few strokes leading his to climax.
As he had been coming down from heights of his orgasm, Aizen had once again pierced him, latching his teeth hard onto the sensitive skin at side of his neck. A soft cry of pain, like a keening sound of dying bird escaped his lips when he felt the skin split under the vicious bite. Aizen lapped at the wound, drinking from it, almost as if it was some kind of drug keeping him alive.
Maybe it was.