Conquest

Conquest
by: Ryoko (Naraku's Dark Soul)


The feeling of the hot, wet mouth on his cock was almost more than he could bear--especially considering whom it belonged to. One gloved hand threaded through blonde strands, Szayel shuddered as Il Forte took him deep into his throat.

It had started out a game to the Espada, a battle of wills. What would his ignoble, worthless brother do when backed into a corner? This thought was entertained for a short while before Szayel discovered his sibling’s weakness. Once the Espada had that to hold over the older man his victory was assured, although not quite in the way he had previously imagined.

They had never been close in life, not as Hollow nor as Arrancar. Or so Szayel had thought. Once it became clear the thick veneer of distain Il Forte displayed was as illusory as Aizen’s benevolent smile, Szayel was more than happy to take advantage of him. Naturally, he viewed his brother as nothing more than an object, a convenient solution to an eternal problem, but he was exceptional at hiding his true feelings.

It had not been easy to convince the ever-distrustful Il Forte of his supposed affection. Il Forte knew him, really knew him the way no other being in existence could claim to. Still, Szayel eventually overcame his sibling‘s doubts. It was no surprise; Szayel had always known he would come out the victor. Il Forte did not possess his keen intuition, substantial intellect, or his superb grasp of the art of deception, after all. He was doomed to fall under Szayel’s influence. The fact that it took so long was simply from a lack of interest on Szayel’s part.

With Il Forte sucking his cock, he could see what he had been missing. It was a wonder it had taken him so long to figure it out. Still, Szayel supposed every genius must have an occasional lapse in clarity. Not everyone could be as faultless as the ruler of Hueco Mundo. That pinnacle of perfection was hard to attain, though Szayel knew he came close.

Mouth quirking into a smirk, Szayel relished the feeling of the conquered man’s mouth and eager tongue as he worked to please. A few more strokes of the talented muscle had Szayel coming hard into the other man’s mouth, groaning and pulling blonde hair tight as the Fraccion took all he had to give.

Coming down from his high took longer than normal, and Szayel was forced to consider perhaps Il Forte did have some use after all. The thought stripped him of his slack jawed-expression, returning his smirk to its rightful place.