Lonely Nights
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Adult +
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Lonely Nights
Okay, this is definitely by far the strangest fic I’ve ever written. Once again, done for the Bleach kink meme on LJ. As such, this is a PWP.
SUMMARY: Even evil geniuses need a day off, especially when they wanted to get laid. With no one around to lay, Aizen takes matters into his own hands. Literally.
PAIRING: Aizen x his gigai
WARNINGS: yaoi, sex, bondage
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Bleach and am making no money off of this.
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LONELY NIGHTS
By Neko Oni
Aizen was bored. And extremely horny, after perusing Gin's vast collection of pornography which covered a wide array of subjects, every kind of kink immaginable. Really, it was more of a library than a mere collection. It was a cornucopia of kinks. To make matters worse, he'd then gone surfing on the internet (a future world dictator did have to keep up on current events, afterall) and found several extremely odd communities on a site called livejournal that contained kinks never even thought of before. He bookmarked the page for Gin, then went to look for someone to help him with his...well, the hard, evident 'results' of so much porn.
However, his favorite partner, Gin, was already off playing with Ulquiorra and Grimmjaw, Tousen was no fun, and he didn't fancy any of the Arrancars. They were just tools,soldiers in his battle for world domination. He could go work on said world-conquering-plans, but even evil geniuses needed a day off. Especially when they wanted to get laid. It was frustrating when there was no one around *to* lay. He could always take care of it himself, but using his hand wasn't any fun.
Wait a minute...
Take care of it himself...
"I even amaze myself sometimes." He murmured to himself, smirking as he went to his bedroom and opened his walk-in closet. There, way in the back, was in a dusty box, was his gigai. It was his artificial body from his captain days in Soul Society. He coughed as he blew the dust off the lid, then took it out of the box. It was still in prime condition, a perfect replica of him when he'd served Soul Society. Its hair was neatly brushed in the old style, and the nerdy, black rimmed glasses were perched on its nose- yupp, everything was the same, right down to the French Maid's dress.
Woah. Yeah, he'd forgotten about that. But that had been a fun night. He and Hinamori had gotten their mod soul candies mixed up- Hinamori's artificial soul ended up in his gigai, and his artificial soul ended up in hers. While they had been off fighting hollows in the real world, their gigais had been doing a little roleplaying. He just wished they would've had the thoughtfulness to videotape themselves.
Aizen wondered if they still had their mod souls switched. He pulled his gigai out, dusted it off, then dug around in the bottom of the box. Yupp, there it was, a small, round pink little candy. Hinamori's aritificial soul. It would have to do. He popped it into the gigai's mouth.
Immediately, the gigai's eyelashes fluttered coyly. "Aizen-taichou!" It crooned, pulling it's glasses down seductively and giving a girlish giggle. "Why, taichou, did you miss me?" It giggled like Hinamori, reaching out and stroking Aizen's obvious, raging hard on. Aizen moaned at the rough touch, tilting his head back. Oh, yeah, this was definately better than his own hand. His belly coiled tightly and he grabbed the gigai, shunpoing out of the closet and tossing it roughtly on the bed. He needed release, and he needed it now.
"Oh, Aizen-sama..." His gigai purred, licking his cheek and twining its arms around his neck. It bucked its hips, grinding their erections against one another. Aizen frowned- HE was the supreme lord ofHueco Mundo, future ruler of heaven, earth, and hell. The gigai was his property- it needed to know its place was at its Masters feet. Preferably licking peanut butter off his toes.
Aizen licked his lips at the thought. The gigai was pulling on his white robes now. With a feral growl, Aizen threw it forcefully onto the bed, crawled on top of it, and chained its hands to the bed post. And yes, he did keep chains on his bed for the many, many occasions he needed them. He then chained the gigai's ankles spread eagle to the other end of the bed. All through this, his gigai lay submissively under him, bowing to his wishes. Aizen smiled.
"What would you like to to do me now, Aizen-sama?" Aizen stepped back and admired his handy work. The dress had to go- he ripped it off, his gigai moaning as his short fingernails raked over its skin. Aizen licked at the pale flesh, biting and sucking alternativley, teasing nipples with his tongue, as the gigai writhed helplessly, bound by its chains, under him.
The gigai moaned, arching its back and screaming Aizen's name. The shinigami traitor worked the gigai until it was ready to come, panting and sweating in its chains. It cried his name helplessly in whimpers that Aizen delighted in turning into tortuered screams. Satisfied, Aizen pulled away- each whimper and plea for him to continue was music to his sadistic ears.
Rady to really get the party started, Aizen took his own clothes off, then, fully, gloriously nude he went over to his desk where he kept his favorite toys and pulled out a jar of peanut butter. He licked his lips in anticipation of all the dirty, naughty things he was going to do with his gigai. The only thing that would make it better would be a video camera. He'd have to remember that for next time.
Smirking, he unscrewed the lid, then frowned. He looked like a baby somebody stole candy from. Or like Hitsugaya after somebody took watermelon off him. The nights glorious plans came to a crashing halt. "W-we're out of peanut butter..."
OWARI
SUMMARY: Even evil geniuses need a day off, especially when they wanted to get laid. With no one around to lay, Aizen takes matters into his own hands. Literally.
PAIRING: Aizen x his gigai
WARNINGS: yaoi, sex, bondage
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Bleach and am making no money off of this.
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LONELY NIGHTS
By Neko Oni
Aizen was bored. And extremely horny, after perusing Gin's vast collection of pornography which covered a wide array of subjects, every kind of kink immaginable. Really, it was more of a library than a mere collection. It was a cornucopia of kinks. To make matters worse, he'd then gone surfing on the internet (a future world dictator did have to keep up on current events, afterall) and found several extremely odd communities on a site called livejournal that contained kinks never even thought of before. He bookmarked the page for Gin, then went to look for someone to help him with his...well, the hard, evident 'results' of so much porn.
However, his favorite partner, Gin, was already off playing with Ulquiorra and Grimmjaw, Tousen was no fun, and he didn't fancy any of the Arrancars. They were just tools,soldiers in his battle for world domination. He could go work on said world-conquering-plans, but even evil geniuses needed a day off. Especially when they wanted to get laid. It was frustrating when there was no one around *to* lay. He could always take care of it himself, but using his hand wasn't any fun.
Wait a minute...
Take care of it himself...
"I even amaze myself sometimes." He murmured to himself, smirking as he went to his bedroom and opened his walk-in closet. There, way in the back, was in a dusty box, was his gigai. It was his artificial body from his captain days in Soul Society. He coughed as he blew the dust off the lid, then took it out of the box. It was still in prime condition, a perfect replica of him when he'd served Soul Society. Its hair was neatly brushed in the old style, and the nerdy, black rimmed glasses were perched on its nose- yupp, everything was the same, right down to the French Maid's dress.
Woah. Yeah, he'd forgotten about that. But that had been a fun night. He and Hinamori had gotten their mod soul candies mixed up- Hinamori's artificial soul ended up in his gigai, and his artificial soul ended up in hers. While they had been off fighting hollows in the real world, their gigais had been doing a little roleplaying. He just wished they would've had the thoughtfulness to videotape themselves.
Aizen wondered if they still had their mod souls switched. He pulled his gigai out, dusted it off, then dug around in the bottom of the box. Yupp, there it was, a small, round pink little candy. Hinamori's aritificial soul. It would have to do. He popped it into the gigai's mouth.
Immediately, the gigai's eyelashes fluttered coyly. "Aizen-taichou!" It crooned, pulling it's glasses down seductively and giving a girlish giggle. "Why, taichou, did you miss me?" It giggled like Hinamori, reaching out and stroking Aizen's obvious, raging hard on. Aizen moaned at the rough touch, tilting his head back. Oh, yeah, this was definately better than his own hand. His belly coiled tightly and he grabbed the gigai, shunpoing out of the closet and tossing it roughtly on the bed. He needed release, and he needed it now.
"Oh, Aizen-sama..." His gigai purred, licking his cheek and twining its arms around his neck. It bucked its hips, grinding their erections against one another. Aizen frowned- HE was the supreme lord ofHueco Mundo, future ruler of heaven, earth, and hell. The gigai was his property- it needed to know its place was at its Masters feet. Preferably licking peanut butter off his toes.
Aizen licked his lips at the thought. The gigai was pulling on his white robes now. With a feral growl, Aizen threw it forcefully onto the bed, crawled on top of it, and chained its hands to the bed post. And yes, he did keep chains on his bed for the many, many occasions he needed them. He then chained the gigai's ankles spread eagle to the other end of the bed. All through this, his gigai lay submissively under him, bowing to his wishes. Aizen smiled.
"What would you like to to do me now, Aizen-sama?" Aizen stepped back and admired his handy work. The dress had to go- he ripped it off, his gigai moaning as his short fingernails raked over its skin. Aizen licked at the pale flesh, biting and sucking alternativley, teasing nipples with his tongue, as the gigai writhed helplessly, bound by its chains, under him.
The gigai moaned, arching its back and screaming Aizen's name. The shinigami traitor worked the gigai until it was ready to come, panting and sweating in its chains. It cried his name helplessly in whimpers that Aizen delighted in turning into tortuered screams. Satisfied, Aizen pulled away- each whimper and plea for him to continue was music to his sadistic ears.
Rady to really get the party started, Aizen took his own clothes off, then, fully, gloriously nude he went over to his desk where he kept his favorite toys and pulled out a jar of peanut butter. He licked his lips in anticipation of all the dirty, naughty things he was going to do with his gigai. The only thing that would make it better would be a video camera. He'd have to remember that for next time.
Smirking, he unscrewed the lid, then frowned. He looked like a baby somebody stole candy from. Or like Hitsugaya after somebody took watermelon off him. The nights glorious plans came to a crashing halt. "W-we're out of peanut butter..."
OWARI