Escape through Surrender
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Escape through Surrender
Pairing: Aizen/Byakuya
Warnings: D/s, bondage, light S&M.
Note: This is a sequel (or second chapter, if you prefer) to rosella_rising @ LJ's as of yet untitled fic (http://rozella-rising.livejournal.com/20992.html?view=182272#t182272). She kindly let me take her idea and write this. It makes a lot more sense if you read hers first, but if you are just here for the porn, that's okay too. All you need to know is that Byakuya is in Karakura town on a kind of vacation from himself. I highly encourage you though, if you have time, to read rozella_rising's story.
Escape through Surrender
By: Ryokosp21
Byakuya left the bar at closing time. Although he had laid off on the alcohol hours before, he had not wanted to leave. All those bodies pressing close to him, much closer than anyone would dare to in Soul Society, combined with the dulling warmth of the alcohol coursing through his veins made him forget himself, his memories and troubles, everything. It was a most welcome respite from it all. No one knew him here. No one expected anything from him. He could be whomever he wanted, could lose himself in the crowd. Just him, just Byakuya, his officious last name left off. And even if he had mentioned it, no one would have cared. They didn’t know his family, didn’t know about Shinigami or Hollow or of the upcoming war at all. He was free here, and that was almost as intoxicating as the alcohol itself.
The walk back to his rented room was long, with him stumbling and almost falling several times. He wasn’t as drunk as he had been a few hours previous, but was still pretty intoxicated. His reiatsu was down to a mere fraction of what he normally possessed. He was glad it would not matter here since he couldn’t have fought a battle even if he wanted to.
Byakuya hesitantly climbed the stairs in the hotel, having to carefully think about each step he took. He was relieved no one he knew could see him like this. He would not be able to bear the shame of it if they did. Fumbling slightly in the unfamiliar pants on his gigai, Byakuya finally managed to extract his keycard and let himself into his hotel room. He stumbled into the dark space and shut the door behind him, making sure it was locked. He didn’t bother to turn on a light. All he wanted to do was lay down and sleep. Feeling his way along the wall, he found the bed and flopped down onto it, kicking off his shoes and socks before rolling over. If he was going to be drunk, by god he was going to go all out with it.
He was just about to doze off when a warm chuckle skirted the edge of his awareness, causing a jolt of adrenaline to surge through his system. His eyes snapped open and he quickly sat up, reaching for a sword that wasn’t there. Across the room, by the window, there was movement, a clicking noise, and the room was flooded with light. Byakuya squinted against the sudden brightness, trying to determine exactly who was in the room with him. Gradually he made out the brown hair and deceptively serene face of Aizen Sousuke and his eyes widened in surprise. If he had been anyone else, his jaw would, no doubt, have dropped. But he was Kuchiki Byakuya, and even on a binge of escapism, there were some things he would never do. His only other reaction was his hand tightening slightly around the comforter on which he was sitting. He tried to raise enough reiatsu to leave his gigai, but found he could not. That was odd.
Aizen moved closer to the bed and chuckled again. “You should know better than that, Byakuya. It’s useless to resist my kidou, especially when you are in such a vulnerable condition.” His voice sent shivers down Byakuya’s spine. Surprised at Aizen’s words, he lifted his shirt and looked down, finally noticing the small ring of yellow reiatsu encircling his torso. It was thin and flat, close to his body. Now that he was looking right at it, he could feel the humming energy next to his skin, but before he hadn’t noticed it at all. Had his senses truly been dulled that much? He frowned.
“When….” he trailed off, not bothering to finish his sentence, knowing Aizen would understand what he meant. His reply was met with the briefest of smiles from the other man.
“While you were dozing off, of course,” Aizen said, stepping closer until he was at the foot of the bed, mere inches from Byakuya’s feet. He paused for a moment before reaching down to fondle the other man’s calf, pushing his fingers under the cloth of Byakuya’s pants until they were met with his bare skin.
Byakuya flinched away from the contact, bringing his legs closer to him. “Don’t touch me,” he said, his voice low and if one could believe it, faintly uncertain. Aizen only smiled, sinking down on the bed and shifting over until he was closer to the man. “All this time I’ve been trying to forget, but you won’t let me, will you?”
“You will always belong to me,” Aizen replied, his low voice like steel as he leaned in and suddenly gripped Byakuya’s inner thigh near the erection that was already starting to form. Byakuya shuddered, closing his eyes as the other man scooted closer to him, parting his legs and sliding in-between until he was level with Byakuya’s crotch. He sucked in a breath and opened his eyes.
“You are a traitor to Soul Society. You left them, left me.” He tried to get away, but was stopped by Aizen’s firm hand on his waist.
“You could have come with me, should have come with me,” Aizen replied, the hand on Byakuya’s waist shifting to his belt buckle. He pulled it loose and undid the clasp on Byakuya’s pants underneath, slowly, torturously, sliding the zipper down past his growing erection.
Byakuya sighed and shuddered as warm hands pushed themselves past underwear and wrapped themselves around his cock. “I am Kuchiki,” he breathed, “if I do not uphold the laws, who will?”
“You are my Kuchiki, and you follow only me,” Aizen said, one hand pulling Byakuya’s underwear over his cock. He fisted the organ in his other hand as he brought his hot mouth down over the tip, using his tongue to paint circles with the pre-come there.
“Yes…” Byakuya agreed, barely suppressing a moan. He sagged in defeat, wilting back on the bed, granting Aizen full access to his body. Every time they saw each other, it was always the same questions, the same answers. It was a game they played, one Byakuya always lost.
Aizen leaned back and smirked at the noble, swiftly reaching down to pull Byakuya’s pants and underwear down to his ankles. Byakuya kicked the offending garments the rest of the way off, closing his eyes and spreading his legs for the other man. He turned his face to the side in a classic gesture of submission, baring his neck as he waited for the other man to make his move. Aizen was a rough lover, preferring to completely dominate his partner than to share any of the power of the act. It was surprisingly consistent of him, actually, and just what Byakuya craved about him. Aizen was his drug, his guilty pleasure, and he couldn’t get enough.
In an instant, Aizen was on him, pulling his shirt until the buttons popped off, his mouth immediately attacking the side of Byakuya‘s neck, all teeth and tongue, hot and fast. Byakuya’s eyes rolled back into his head as the other man simultaneously groped his ass, inserting one slick finger into the tight opening there. He had no idea when Aizen had gotten the lube ready, and he didn’t care. Aizen pumped his finger into Byakuya’s ass a few more times, spreading the slickness around inside before inserting two more wet fingers to join the first. These were soon withdrawn and replaced by the far thicker hardness of Aizen’s cock. He pressed it teasingly at Byakuya’s entrance, slowly sliding inside as he moved to chew on the noble’s earlobe.
Byakuya moaned softly, his cock twitching as Aizen both drew blood on his ear and slid himself fully inside. He wrapped his legs around the other man as Aizen pumped into him excruciatingly slow, his hips undulating underneath the conquering man, silently begging for more. He wanted it hard and fast, wanted to bathe in the glorious feeling of giving up all of his control. Aizen drew away from his ear, smearing blood down Byakuya’s chest with his lips as he backed away. He chuckled as if he knew what Byakuya was thinking, what he wanted. Aizen whispered incantations that left Byakuya’s hands bound together above his head and his legs tied closed, feet to butt, on each side of Aizen’s body. He looked down on Byakuya and smirked. The possessive look in his eyes combined with the delicious pressure from the reiatsu bindings was enough to make Byakuya shiver, his cock twitching with need.
It seemed this was all the indication of pleasure Aizen needed. He gripped the bound man’s hips hard, nails digging into the noble’s skin--sure to leave marks--, and began a fast pace, his cock slamming into Byakuya’s ass hard enough that he nearly hit the headboard with every thrust. The pleasure of relinquishing control to the other man, of knowing that he was absolutely helpless was intense, and it wasn’t long before Byakuya came, back bowing, white jets of semen shooting out to mingle with the blood on his chest. Aizen had much more endurance than that, and he kept going for some time, long enough for Byakuya to grow half-hard again, before coming hard, his nails scoring Byakuya’s hips as he filled his ass with the proof of his dominance. A soft grunt was the only other indication he felt anything.
After a moment’s pause, Aizen pulled out and slid off the bed.
“Remember who you belong to, Byakuya, and don’t make any more mistakes by defying me further,” Aizen said, one hand squeezing the noble’s cock, causing him to moan. He stood up and released the kidou holding the other man captive, watching as Byakuya’s legs shook as he unfolded them.
Byakuya nodded in response, his eyes closed. It was always the same between them.
“I must be going. Until next time…” Aizen said, tucking himself back into his pants as he made his way to the door. Byakuya supposed he should thank him for not opening a portal in his room, but he was just too tired. He lay there panting lightly, trying to decide if he had enough energy to get up and take a shower.
He rolled on his side, his eyes narrowing as he got up and wobbled off in the direction of the bathroom. It was going to be hard to explain the damage to his gigai. Byakuya felt embarrassed and shamed just thinking about it.
A big thank you to rozella_rising for letting me run with her original idea ♥ My muse loffles you.
Sooo....I finally wrote real Aizen/Byakuya smut. Let me know what you think :D?
I’m really not trying to make Byakuya a total bottom here. He just has some needs, as any powerful man might, that can only be fulfilled by Aizen IMO.
Warnings: D/s, bondage, light S&M.
Note: This is a sequel (or second chapter, if you prefer) to rosella_rising @ LJ's as of yet untitled fic (http://rozella-rising.livejournal.com/20992.html?view=182272#t182272). She kindly let me take her idea and write this. It makes a lot more sense if you read hers first, but if you are just here for the porn, that's okay too. All you need to know is that Byakuya is in Karakura town on a kind of vacation from himself. I highly encourage you though, if you have time, to read rozella_rising's story.
By: Ryokosp21
Byakuya left the bar at closing time. Although he had laid off on the alcohol hours before, he had not wanted to leave. All those bodies pressing close to him, much closer than anyone would dare to in Soul Society, combined with the dulling warmth of the alcohol coursing through his veins made him forget himself, his memories and troubles, everything. It was a most welcome respite from it all. No one knew him here. No one expected anything from him. He could be whomever he wanted, could lose himself in the crowd. Just him, just Byakuya, his officious last name left off. And even if he had mentioned it, no one would have cared. They didn’t know his family, didn’t know about Shinigami or Hollow or of the upcoming war at all. He was free here, and that was almost as intoxicating as the alcohol itself.
The walk back to his rented room was long, with him stumbling and almost falling several times. He wasn’t as drunk as he had been a few hours previous, but was still pretty intoxicated. His reiatsu was down to a mere fraction of what he normally possessed. He was glad it would not matter here since he couldn’t have fought a battle even if he wanted to.
Byakuya hesitantly climbed the stairs in the hotel, having to carefully think about each step he took. He was relieved no one he knew could see him like this. He would not be able to bear the shame of it if they did. Fumbling slightly in the unfamiliar pants on his gigai, Byakuya finally managed to extract his keycard and let himself into his hotel room. He stumbled into the dark space and shut the door behind him, making sure it was locked. He didn’t bother to turn on a light. All he wanted to do was lay down and sleep. Feeling his way along the wall, he found the bed and flopped down onto it, kicking off his shoes and socks before rolling over. If he was going to be drunk, by god he was going to go all out with it.
He was just about to doze off when a warm chuckle skirted the edge of his awareness, causing a jolt of adrenaline to surge through his system. His eyes snapped open and he quickly sat up, reaching for a sword that wasn’t there. Across the room, by the window, there was movement, a clicking noise, and the room was flooded with light. Byakuya squinted against the sudden brightness, trying to determine exactly who was in the room with him. Gradually he made out the brown hair and deceptively serene face of Aizen Sousuke and his eyes widened in surprise. If he had been anyone else, his jaw would, no doubt, have dropped. But he was Kuchiki Byakuya, and even on a binge of escapism, there were some things he would never do. His only other reaction was his hand tightening slightly around the comforter on which he was sitting. He tried to raise enough reiatsu to leave his gigai, but found he could not. That was odd.
Aizen moved closer to the bed and chuckled again. “You should know better than that, Byakuya. It’s useless to resist my kidou, especially when you are in such a vulnerable condition.” His voice sent shivers down Byakuya’s spine. Surprised at Aizen’s words, he lifted his shirt and looked down, finally noticing the small ring of yellow reiatsu encircling his torso. It was thin and flat, close to his body. Now that he was looking right at it, he could feel the humming energy next to his skin, but before he hadn’t noticed it at all. Had his senses truly been dulled that much? He frowned.
“When….” he trailed off, not bothering to finish his sentence, knowing Aizen would understand what he meant. His reply was met with the briefest of smiles from the other man.
“While you were dozing off, of course,” Aizen said, stepping closer until he was at the foot of the bed, mere inches from Byakuya’s feet. He paused for a moment before reaching down to fondle the other man’s calf, pushing his fingers under the cloth of Byakuya’s pants until they were met with his bare skin.
Byakuya flinched away from the contact, bringing his legs closer to him. “Don’t touch me,” he said, his voice low and if one could believe it, faintly uncertain. Aizen only smiled, sinking down on the bed and shifting over until he was closer to the man. “All this time I’ve been trying to forget, but you won’t let me, will you?”
“You will always belong to me,” Aizen replied, his low voice like steel as he leaned in and suddenly gripped Byakuya’s inner thigh near the erection that was already starting to form. Byakuya shuddered, closing his eyes as the other man scooted closer to him, parting his legs and sliding in-between until he was level with Byakuya’s crotch. He sucked in a breath and opened his eyes.
“You are a traitor to Soul Society. You left them, left me.” He tried to get away, but was stopped by Aizen’s firm hand on his waist.
“You could have come with me, should have come with me,” Aizen replied, the hand on Byakuya’s waist shifting to his belt buckle. He pulled it loose and undid the clasp on Byakuya’s pants underneath, slowly, torturously, sliding the zipper down past his growing erection.
Byakuya sighed and shuddered as warm hands pushed themselves past underwear and wrapped themselves around his cock. “I am Kuchiki,” he breathed, “if I do not uphold the laws, who will?”
“You are my Kuchiki, and you follow only me,” Aizen said, one hand pulling Byakuya’s underwear over his cock. He fisted the organ in his other hand as he brought his hot mouth down over the tip, using his tongue to paint circles with the pre-come there.
“Yes…” Byakuya agreed, barely suppressing a moan. He sagged in defeat, wilting back on the bed, granting Aizen full access to his body. Every time they saw each other, it was always the same questions, the same answers. It was a game they played, one Byakuya always lost.
Aizen leaned back and smirked at the noble, swiftly reaching down to pull Byakuya’s pants and underwear down to his ankles. Byakuya kicked the offending garments the rest of the way off, closing his eyes and spreading his legs for the other man. He turned his face to the side in a classic gesture of submission, baring his neck as he waited for the other man to make his move. Aizen was a rough lover, preferring to completely dominate his partner than to share any of the power of the act. It was surprisingly consistent of him, actually, and just what Byakuya craved about him. Aizen was his drug, his guilty pleasure, and he couldn’t get enough.
In an instant, Aizen was on him, pulling his shirt until the buttons popped off, his mouth immediately attacking the side of Byakuya‘s neck, all teeth and tongue, hot and fast. Byakuya’s eyes rolled back into his head as the other man simultaneously groped his ass, inserting one slick finger into the tight opening there. He had no idea when Aizen had gotten the lube ready, and he didn’t care. Aizen pumped his finger into Byakuya’s ass a few more times, spreading the slickness around inside before inserting two more wet fingers to join the first. These were soon withdrawn and replaced by the far thicker hardness of Aizen’s cock. He pressed it teasingly at Byakuya’s entrance, slowly sliding inside as he moved to chew on the noble’s earlobe.
Byakuya moaned softly, his cock twitching as Aizen both drew blood on his ear and slid himself fully inside. He wrapped his legs around the other man as Aizen pumped into him excruciatingly slow, his hips undulating underneath the conquering man, silently begging for more. He wanted it hard and fast, wanted to bathe in the glorious feeling of giving up all of his control. Aizen drew away from his ear, smearing blood down Byakuya’s chest with his lips as he backed away. He chuckled as if he knew what Byakuya was thinking, what he wanted. Aizen whispered incantations that left Byakuya’s hands bound together above his head and his legs tied closed, feet to butt, on each side of Aizen’s body. He looked down on Byakuya and smirked. The possessive look in his eyes combined with the delicious pressure from the reiatsu bindings was enough to make Byakuya shiver, his cock twitching with need.
It seemed this was all the indication of pleasure Aizen needed. He gripped the bound man’s hips hard, nails digging into the noble’s skin--sure to leave marks--, and began a fast pace, his cock slamming into Byakuya’s ass hard enough that he nearly hit the headboard with every thrust. The pleasure of relinquishing control to the other man, of knowing that he was absolutely helpless was intense, and it wasn’t long before Byakuya came, back bowing, white jets of semen shooting out to mingle with the blood on his chest. Aizen had much more endurance than that, and he kept going for some time, long enough for Byakuya to grow half-hard again, before coming hard, his nails scoring Byakuya’s hips as he filled his ass with the proof of his dominance. A soft grunt was the only other indication he felt anything.
After a moment’s pause, Aizen pulled out and slid off the bed.
“Remember who you belong to, Byakuya, and don’t make any more mistakes by defying me further,” Aizen said, one hand squeezing the noble’s cock, causing him to moan. He stood up and released the kidou holding the other man captive, watching as Byakuya’s legs shook as he unfolded them.
Byakuya nodded in response, his eyes closed. It was always the same between them.
“I must be going. Until next time…” Aizen said, tucking himself back into his pants as he made his way to the door. Byakuya supposed he should thank him for not opening a portal in his room, but he was just too tired. He lay there panting lightly, trying to decide if he had enough energy to get up and take a shower.
He rolled on his side, his eyes narrowing as he got up and wobbled off in the direction of the bathroom. It was going to be hard to explain the damage to his gigai. Byakuya felt embarrassed and shamed just thinking about it.
A big thank you to rozella_rising for letting me run with her original idea ♥ My muse loffles you.
Sooo....I finally wrote real Aizen/Byakuya smut. Let me know what you think :D?
I’m really not trying to make Byakuya a total bottom here. He just has some needs, as any powerful man might, that can only be fulfilled by Aizen IMO.