Woo, my first Bleach fic. I've got another, more lighthearted Ganjyu/Hanatarou and Kira/Gin one coming but for now here's some angsty Kira drabble. No spoilers here, since I'm not that far along in Bleach.

WARNINGS:
1. Gin/Kira pairing. So, smut. Because this pairing rocks.
2. Slightly gritty subject matter.

disclaimer:
I do not own Bleach. If I did, Kira would be wearing orange jammies. With stripes. (big grin)


Grind my Face in the Dust One More Time

You were my light, ever since that first day, you've blinded me. I never thought I'd get so close to you, but now that I have, I feel like I've walked in too deep. The waterline tickles the top of my head, I watch mindlessly as the little bubbles holding my life drift away to the top. Your hands, hands like ice that caress and bruise and prick my skin, they hold me down, under the black water.

Duty. The one word that for so long drove me forward, brought me hurtling towards you full of dreams and hopes before you ground my face into the ground with a new one: pain, and another: pleasure. Under your command, these two battled, fighting my senses for dominance until I was so dizzy I couldn't tell the difference. Only the magic of your fingers could bring out this wild thing inside me, made me I realize that I'd tried to take a sip from the river and fallen in.

Her thin calloused hands and his big bronzed ones tried to pull me out, but every time I got enough air you asked me, with that playful grin across your razor thin lips
Do you want to be saved?
And I'd be choking all over again.

No one else ever understood me, to them I was always a 'hard worker' and a 'dedicated student'. They told me so much I started to believe it myself.

But when you first whispered in my ear
Good boy...
your skinny body crushing against mind, our bones grinding together; and my spine turned to ice, every time.

You're always smiling, whenever I can see your face, that grin that would send the devil running with his tail between his legs. Even when I can't see you, I know you're somewhere, deep in the water, holding the chain around my ankle just waiting to pull me back in.