Pairing: Aizen/Byakuya
Theme: Spell (kidou) at 15minutefic at LJ
Rating: R
Disclamer: I do not own Bleach, nor do I make any profit from this story.
Break
by: Naraku's Dark Soul
Underneath him, Byakuya shifted uneasily. His characteristically stoic nature seemed to have been disrupted, probably because of the kidou currently inhibiting his higher mental processes. Regardless of this, Aizen continued stroking the man's erection, a slight smile playing at the corners of his lips. It had been so easy to bind Byakuya like this, Aizen was truly surprised that the strong warrior had fallen with just a flick of his wrist.
He had often thought of the younger man during those long, cold, lonely nights in Hueco Mundo. Despite having Gin and Ulquiorra as his pets, he couldn't forget the single-minded obsession he had had with Byakuya. Ever since he had seen him when he'd died and been sent to Soul Society, he couldn't take his eyes off the noble. He was so reserved, so controlled. Aizen wanted to break that iron-will, to watch the walls of his defenses crumble to ash as he forcefully took him. It had become an obsession of his, one he was unable to fulfill as a captain in the Gotei 13, but which he certainly could now.
Byakuya let out a moan, almost inaudible, but Aizen heard it as he brushed the slick head of his cock with the pad of his thumb, drawing circles with the pre-come there. This new kidou was far more useful than expected. He would be able to play with his new toy whenever he wanted; Byakuya wouldn't remember a thing. Although he badly wanted to break the man, the thought of taking it slow, of taking him whenever he wanted, was more than enough for Aizen. He would plant seeds of doubt in the Kuchiki noble, leave little marks on his body, whisper suggestions that he would be compelled to obey, leave Byakuya wondering about his own sanity as he sank deeper into his carefully planned trap. It would be a slow corruption, like a river carving its path through stone. This pleasure would be long and drawn out for him, much sweeter than if he had simply broken in his new toy in one night. His half-smile returned with this thought, as he fisted Byakuya's erection and pumped it hard, another moan slipping from between his heated lips.
Beneath him, Byakuya shuddered, his back bowing on the bed as he sprayed his essence all over his chest and Aizen's hand. He fell back to the bed, panting, chest heaving as the white liquid mingled with his own sweat. Still smiling, Aizen knew that one day the Kuchiki noble would willingly come to him. He would be his and I only /I his. His to control and dominate. His toy. His.
