My idea for this originally started as a one-shot, but it has grown since then. As of now the plan is 3 chapters and an epilogue, but fanfics often have a mind of their own, as I have learned. The second chapter (is much longer) and is mostly finished. I will be posting it sometime soon... but the third, I have no idea how long it will take. I'm going back to college in a week and I'm an extremely slow writer. (My average is probably around a 100 words an hour...) Haha, but it will be done!

This fic takes place sometime between the two flashbacks of chapter 294 of the Bleach manga. I tried to tie in various aspects and quotes from the manga and anime (in future chapters), so keep on the lookout.

So please, read and tell me what you think! I would love to know if you enjoyed it, and I'm always open to criticism and questions.

This story will contain AizenxTesra and NnoitraxTesra
And I give you warnings of non-con, lots of Tesra abuse and Nnoitra's dirty mouth.

Eyes For You

"I'm disappointed… Nnoitra." The authoritative voice rang out in the large room as Aizen turned his throne to face the offending Espada before him. When his eyes fell on the lanky Arrancar standing in the center they narrowed dangerously. "I wasn't aware you had permission to bring your Zanpakutō here."

The 8th Espada scoffed and looked away from the Shinigami, adjusting Santa Teresa resting lazily on his shoulders.

"Well since ya ordered this one to come along," Nnoitra gestured with his thumb to the blond Arrancar standing patiently off to the side, "I had no one to watch my sword."

"Do you know why I've called you here?"

"Yeah."

"I don't believe you do."

The Espada frowned. He just wanted this to be over with, get his slap on the wrist and leave.

Tesra wasn't nearly as unconcerned as his Espada seemed to be. Ever since they had entered the Throne Room, the gigantic doors closing with an ominous thud behind them, Tesra had been plagued with a sense of foreboding he had never felt before. The Arrancar was sure this was about all the unauthorized hollows Nnoitra kept slaying, so why did it feel like something more..?

As Tesra studied at the Shinigami looming beyond them, his contour surrounded by the everlasting night of Hueco Mundo's sky, something felt horribly wrong. His gaze, often casual and indifferent when faced with situations such as this, now held something more… It wasn't anger, or even disapproval… No… what worried Tesra was the scheming, calculating look deep in Aizen's brown orbs. Something, this time, was different.

And for an instant, Aizen's stare shifted and made contact with the blond haired Arrancar, causing his heart to skip a beat.

He knew… Aizen indisputably had awareness of everything going through Tesra's mind… and there was another message in his eyes as well. The meaning eluded him, and with the uneasy feeling it gave… Tesra was certain he didn't want to know.

In a swift fluid movement, Aizen rose from his throne, his eyes glinting with manipulative air that had long since left the Fraccion to stare down at his disobedient minion before him. He began to walk, leisurely, taking his time to descend the stairs and cause every step to echo throughout the room.

"Your disregard for authority has reached undesirable levels and must be dealt with."

Wait a moment… why does Aizen have his sword…? He never has it on him in the throne room… unless…

Closer and closer. Aizen's hand went to Kyōka Suigetsu, his fingers lightly caressing the hilt as he pushed a tiny fraction of the blade from its sheath with his thumb.

Blood. Slicing. Blood. Stabbing. Red pooling blood. Death. Nnoitra-! Before him Tesra witnessed his Espada being tortured in every way conceivable. He blinked his eyes. Gone… everything back to normal but his own racing heartbeat. Aizen still moved toward them, his sword safely sheathed, Nnoitra had not moved. What … happened? Was it the future? His punishment? A trick? Tesra's thoughts were a tousled panic; his body took control, guided by the one clear thought: I must protect Nnoitra.

The Fracciōn leapt from the side and threw himself in front of the taller Arrancar, holding his arms out protectively. Aizen halted with a small unnoticeable smile whilst Nnoitra's eye widened momentarily in surprise before his stare turned menacing.

"Lord Aizen," Tesra held the Shinigami's gaze, his own light-brown eyes filled with determination. "Forgive my insubordination, but please… punish me in Master Nnoitra's place! I—"

The blunt curve of Santa Teresa abruptly slammed into Tesra's side, effectively silencing his words and sending him flying into the wall on Nnoitra's right.

"The FUCK you doin', Tesra?-!" the enraged Espada yelled at his Fracciōn who crumpled to the ground, pieces of the wall littering the floor around him. "You sayin' I'm WEAK! What'd I tell ya… I hate—!"

"You know Tesra… I believe that's an excellent idea," Aizen cut in smoothly, changing his course to head toward the fallen Arrancar. Nnoitra froze.

Relief flooded over Tesra and he released his held breath, coughing a bit from the unexpected pain in his left side. Good… For once, I can protect him… He pushed himself slowly up from the floor, using the wall for support, and peered out from his bangs which had uncharacteristically fallen to veil his face.

His eyes focused on Nnoitra first, and the sight was not something he expected. The Espada had yet to stir apart from his head, which followed Aizen's every move, a look on his face that Tesra had never seen before. Anger? Hate? … Worry? Dread? There was no way… Why…?

Tesra flinched when something touched his forehead and refocused his eyes to find Aizen before him, lightly pushing his disheveled bangs back to their place with the tips of his fingers. When did he—?

"It has occurred to me, my dear Espada, that normal means of punishment have no effect on you." The Shinigami directed his words at Nnoitra but kept his gaze on Tesra, his fingers drifting from his bangs down to his shoulder, where he held the startled Arrancar firmly. "Let's see if that changes when your sole Fracciōn is chastised for your own insubordination."

"Like I'd give a shit!" Nnoitra blurted and took a step toward the pair, a desperate edge barely audible in his voice.

Aizen just smiled. "Come Tesra," he spoke, giving the Arrancar's shoulder another light squeeze before turning and heading toward the entrance at the side of the throne room, the door that was forbidden by most to enter.

Something was very wrong. Tesra was expecting a beating, whipping, thrashing, or even a seize of his rights. The relief he felt earlier had slowly drained from his body, and the Arrancar found standing was an even greater feat. He looked to Nnoitra frantically as he clung to the wall, unsure of what to do.

"Come," the Shinigami's voice rang out again, dangerously.

The threat jerked Tesra from his trepidation and he stumbled to fall behind Aizen, who stopped and beckoned for the Fraccion to draw closer to his side. When the blond complied, the Shinigami placed his palm on the Arrancar's back to nudge him along.

Tesra wanted nothing more than to run away from the touch, run back to Nnoitra. He looked back at his Espada desperately, but a sidelong glance from Aizen told him the consequences of doing so.

"The hell you think—" Nnoitra started walking toward them, reaching out for Tesra, "—You're goin' with MY Fracciōn?-!"

Aizen turned toward Nnoitra suddenly, releasing enough spiritual pressure for a moment to halt the Espada in his tacks. The force felt like a blow to the gut to Tesra, and he realized Aizen's hand had kept him steady. If that energy had been directed at him… the Shinigami could crush him in seconds.

"Why, I'm administering your punishment," Aizen replied to the stunned Espada, a frighteningly sweet smile on his face.

"And you can't do that HERE?" Nnoitra yelled, too angered to care what a thin line he was treading on.

Tesra was panicking. Don't hurt him, don't hurt him, don't hurt him was the only thought racing through his mind and he looked from Nnoitra to Aizen over his shoulder, his captor and own back still toward Nnoitra.

"Oh I could, but audiences aren't really my cup of tea, despite how amusing it would be to watch your reaction." Aizen turned and continued toward the door, pushing Tesra along with him.

The Arrancar looked back at his Espada, his eyes filled with uncertainty and fear of what he had gotten himself into, and begged for forgiveness, because deep in his mind, the meaning of Aizen's actions were coming together, and Tesra was powerless to stop it. It was useless, yet his eyes, unintentionally, screamed out for help from the only one who mattered to him.

Nnoitra growled and charged as they reached the door. "You can't… you can't, YOU CAN'T FUCKIN'—"

"—Ulquiorra," Aizen spoke as he opened the door and ushered a reluctant Tesra inside. "Make sure there are no interruptions."

Just as Nnoitra reached the door, his hand grasping out for Tesra, a green cero blasted his side and sent him slamming into the opposite wall.

"NNOITRA!"