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Aizen Sousuke / Ishida Ryuuken NC-17 The Worst Betrayl
Title: The Worst Betrayl [Request]
Author/Artist: Kageisuke
Pairing/Characters: Aizen Sousuke / Ishida Ryuuken
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): pr0n-y, but not too explicit considering it's me who wrote it;
Disclaimer: Not mine, and you should be glad.
Summary/Notes: For Cheza, aka![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
xxtorturedxx. She requested this a long time ago but I just started to get into the writing groove again after all that GrimmHime. D:
The shinigami was following him, but what was he supposed to do? He could hear the flapping of his coat in the wind behind him. You would think a captain would be above stalking, but apparently not. He ignored the irritating noises coming from the person behind him and went home and up to his room.
He climbed the stairs and opened his door to find the man already there, sitting in his desk chair and idly looking at a few papers that were on his desk. He ignored him and dropped his book bag on the bed and began to rifle through it for something.
"Did you forget something?"
No response, just more shuffling. It stopped suddenly as he pulled out a book. He sat and opened it to a book-marked page and it fell quiet.
Aizen rose from the chair and glided over to look down at the book from above in curiosity. Ryuuken slid over and tilted the book down so the shinigami couldn't see. He ignored the smile the older man was giving him as he sat next to him and resumed peering over his shoulder.
Ryuuken was patient up to a certain point. If the shinigami wanted to look, he didn't much care, but the tiny inklings of warm breath on his neck bothered him and the warmth spreading over his face bothered him even more. He was just about to close the book when a finger slid in to mark the page as a hand gently pulled the book away. His fingers tightened on the pages right before they slipped completely from his grasp. He turned his head slightly to glare at the man.
Aizen paused in his pulling to stare back at the young Quincy. He raised his other hand and brushed his thumb over a reddening cheek before lightly taking hold of Ryuuken's glasses. A hand immediately let go of the book and he grabbed it before it could slap his away.
"Ryuuken," he said softly, putting the knuckles to his lips and kissing them gently. He slid the book free from the slack hand as the young man looked away. "Ryuuken," he whispered softer still and turned his face back towards him, sliding glasses down and off a still slightly scowling face. They clicked lightly as he pushed in the legs and set them down on the desk nearby.
He could see the fuzzy outline, and a few vague hints of where things should be. It came suddenly in sharp focus as Aizen leaned closer, eyes locked on his. He didn't move, but stiffened when lips softer than he would have imagined brushed over his. Eyes searched his for consent and he looked away. Another gentle pressing of lips, a thumb ghosting over his palm, another hand lightly drawing up his neck to tangle itself in silver hairs.
He closed his eyes.
Ryuuken could only vaguely remember waking and giving Aizen his coat back. He recalled how cold it was as the night air assaulted his naked limbs and coasted under the cloth of his boxers. When Souken had called him, he had put his glasses on and slipped back into his clothes, admittedly a little wrinkled from being in a heap on the floor. He put recent events out of his mind as he walked down the stairs to answer his father's call. At the look on Souken's face, he felt a little apprehension. When his father looked that way, it was definitely serious...
He fired the arrows rapidly at the shinigami that was easily dodging around them. He stared with blank eyes as Aizen made up excuses for what had happened. He heard none of it for a very long time, just felt the ghosts of touches over his skin. Hot lips over his and a tongue plunging into his mouth.
"You knew," Ryuuken said accusingly. He paused for a brief second as he relived the pressure and the feeling of fullness when Aizen had... when he had... He gave a minute shudder and fired another arrow. "You distracted me while you shinigami killed off-"
"I wouldn't let you go."
"It wasn't your decision to make!" His fingers trembled as he let another arrow fly free. He was getting tired because of the infrequent use of his powers, and the memories of his desire and firm yet gentle hands gripped onto his hips confused him. A hand wrapped around him gently and stroked in time with his eventual destruction. The almost painful pleasure as his back arched and he screamed into Aizen's waiting mouth.
"I can't apologize for a decision I had no hand in making," Aizen said, stepping to the side. "I won't apologize for not wanting you to die."
"Excuses," Ryuuken hissed, last arrow falling short as the bow released and faded away. Aizen grabbed his outstretched arm as it fell and pulled him closer. "Just excuses!" He took in a shuddering breath as a familiar tongue ran over his teeth before sliding in. Aizen's tongue ran down his body leaving a wet trail behind it. He shifted at the probing fingers. They were forgotten as the moist heat of a mouth closed over him. He gave a choked cry and trembled, fingers digging into the man's scalp as he struggled not to shout out.
He pushed away and Aizen let him fall from his grasp. "I won't tell you I'm sorry for what I couldn't control," Aizen murmered, "but I am sorry for this…"
Ryuuken fell to his knees and stared up at the shinigami captain with faded eyes. "Goodbye, Ryuuken."
Fingers nudged gently at the spot he had only read about and his entire body spasmed. A moan ripped from his throat as he thrust upwards into Aizen's mouth. It was stroked again and he let out a short yell. The constant torture lasted until he came, releasing into Aizen's mouth and sinking back onto the bed. He felt the other man swallowing before letting him slide from his throat. Soft kissed traveled up his body until one landed on his lips.
"It's just the beginning."
Ryuuken dropped forward as Aizen disappeared. He wrapped his arms around his stomach and shook. "Aizen!"
"This is just the beginning, Ryuuken."
Notes: I partially changed the events leading up tothat bastard Aizen sitting down on the bed. I also glazed over much of what happened because I wanted Ryuuken to remember it in a kind of haze. Don't know why, just how I felt he should remember it... I also de-clothed him and made him redress, as he wouldn't walk downstairs in nothing but his boxers when Souken called him. I kept that time hole vortex as it suited my purposes...
Author/Artist: Kageisuke
Pairing/Characters: Aizen Sousuke / Ishida Ryuuken
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): pr0n-y, but not too explicit considering it's me who wrote it;
Disclaimer: Not mine, and you should be glad.
Summary/Notes: For Cheza, aka
xxtorturedxx. She requested this a long time ago but I just started to get into the writing groove again after all that GrimmHime. D:The shinigami was following him, but what was he supposed to do? He could hear the flapping of his coat in the wind behind him. You would think a captain would be above stalking, but apparently not. He ignored the irritating noises coming from the person behind him and went home and up to his room.
He climbed the stairs and opened his door to find the man already there, sitting in his desk chair and idly looking at a few papers that were on his desk. He ignored him and dropped his book bag on the bed and began to rifle through it for something.
"Did you forget something?"
No response, just more shuffling. It stopped suddenly as he pulled out a book. He sat and opened it to a book-marked page and it fell quiet.
Aizen rose from the chair and glided over to look down at the book from above in curiosity. Ryuuken slid over and tilted the book down so the shinigami couldn't see. He ignored the smile the older man was giving him as he sat next to him and resumed peering over his shoulder.
Ryuuken was patient up to a certain point. If the shinigami wanted to look, he didn't much care, but the tiny inklings of warm breath on his neck bothered him and the warmth spreading over his face bothered him even more. He was just about to close the book when a finger slid in to mark the page as a hand gently pulled the book away. His fingers tightened on the pages right before they slipped completely from his grasp. He turned his head slightly to glare at the man.
Aizen paused in his pulling to stare back at the young Quincy. He raised his other hand and brushed his thumb over a reddening cheek before lightly taking hold of Ryuuken's glasses. A hand immediately let go of the book and he grabbed it before it could slap his away.
"Ryuuken," he said softly, putting the knuckles to his lips and kissing them gently. He slid the book free from the slack hand as the young man looked away. "Ryuuken," he whispered softer still and turned his face back towards him, sliding glasses down and off a still slightly scowling face. They clicked lightly as he pushed in the legs and set them down on the desk nearby.
He could see the fuzzy outline, and a few vague hints of where things should be. It came suddenly in sharp focus as Aizen leaned closer, eyes locked on his. He didn't move, but stiffened when lips softer than he would have imagined brushed over his. Eyes searched his for consent and he looked away. Another gentle pressing of lips, a thumb ghosting over his palm, another hand lightly drawing up his neck to tangle itself in silver hairs.
He closed his eyes.
Ryuuken could only vaguely remember waking and giving Aizen his coat back. He recalled how cold it was as the night air assaulted his naked limbs and coasted under the cloth of his boxers. When Souken had called him, he had put his glasses on and slipped back into his clothes, admittedly a little wrinkled from being in a heap on the floor. He put recent events out of his mind as he walked down the stairs to answer his father's call. At the look on Souken's face, he felt a little apprehension. When his father looked that way, it was definitely serious...
He fired the arrows rapidly at the shinigami that was easily dodging around them. He stared with blank eyes as Aizen made up excuses for what had happened. He heard none of it for a very long time, just felt the ghosts of touches over his skin. Hot lips over his and a tongue plunging into his mouth.
"You knew," Ryuuken said accusingly. He paused for a brief second as he relived the pressure and the feeling of fullness when Aizen had... when he had... He gave a minute shudder and fired another arrow. "You distracted me while you shinigami killed off-"
"I wouldn't let you go."
"It wasn't your decision to make!" His fingers trembled as he let another arrow fly free. He was getting tired because of the infrequent use of his powers, and the memories of his desire and firm yet gentle hands gripped onto his hips confused him. A hand wrapped around him gently and stroked in time with his eventual destruction. The almost painful pleasure as his back arched and he screamed into Aizen's waiting mouth.
"I can't apologize for a decision I had no hand in making," Aizen said, stepping to the side. "I won't apologize for not wanting you to die."
"Excuses," Ryuuken hissed, last arrow falling short as the bow released and faded away. Aizen grabbed his outstretched arm as it fell and pulled him closer. "Just excuses!" He took in a shuddering breath as a familiar tongue ran over his teeth before sliding in. Aizen's tongue ran down his body leaving a wet trail behind it. He shifted at the probing fingers. They were forgotten as the moist heat of a mouth closed over him. He gave a choked cry and trembled, fingers digging into the man's scalp as he struggled not to shout out.
He pushed away and Aizen let him fall from his grasp. "I won't tell you I'm sorry for what I couldn't control," Aizen murmered, "but I am sorry for this…"
Ryuuken fell to his knees and stared up at the shinigami captain with faded eyes. "Goodbye, Ryuuken."
Fingers nudged gently at the spot he had only read about and his entire body spasmed. A moan ripped from his throat as he thrust upwards into Aizen's mouth. It was stroked again and he let out a short yell. The constant torture lasted until he came, releasing into Aizen's mouth and sinking back onto the bed. He felt the other man swallowing before letting him slide from his throat. Soft kissed traveled up his body until one landed on his lips.
"It's just the beginning."
Ryuuken dropped forward as Aizen disappeared. He wrapped his arms around his stomach and shook. "Aizen!"
"This is just the beginning, Ryuuken."
Notes: I partially changed the events leading up to
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It was like, halfway in, with the book, I'm sitting here going "ooooooo... oh... wait. this is my universe!" XDD; I like the changes tho... waaaaay better~ Aizen had sex with a minor! XO (not really... isn't the age of consent in Japan 13?)
Aah, you've woken up an Aizen/Ryuu bunneh >< *was wondering where it went*
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