Moan for Me

Yami's hot flesh tore through Ulquiorra just as effictively as if it were a zanpakuto, causing the larger Espada to groan in pleasure as his suprior gasped for breath beneath him from the hot white lights that errupted behind his tightly closed lids. Aizen loved it, watching just how much he could degrade Ulquiorra by turning him into such a whore. Aizen knew it didn't bother him, or at least it bothered him very little at all since it was meerly a body and Aizen was his god, it was a sacrfice that he was willing to make to please him. Decima pulled out again, shoving himself completely back into ghostly pale boy, slowly becoming more vocal from the pain seering through his insides. It was easy enough to mask pain on that occured outside, but once you got passed the outter defenses, the smaller hollow couldn't help but release the occational gasp of agony. Yami continued ramming into him over and over again, Ulquiorra's tight, hot body something that Yami hadn't had in a long time. Aizen knew why, who wouldn't pass the oppurtunity to beat or take Ulquiorra when given the chance, each of his espada having a grudge with the small boy, simply because he followed the rules and made the others seem like trash whenever they spoke.

Yami had jumped at the oppurtunity when Aizen offered him a just reward out of Ulquiorra. He'd seen the small espada preform much more painful acts for Aizen, and it wasn't just the anticipation of getting to feel what his god Aizen always got to have. Ulquiorra was Yami's suprior, he was the numero Quatro and never broke his composer for anything, the chance to break him like this was enough to get any of the Espada to act out of character. He knew Grimmjow was left dumbfounded when Aizen had told him. The teal haired sexta growled so low in his throat that you could have assumed him an animal. It was because Grimmjow wanted to kill Ulquiorra or worse more than anyone. Grimmjow had always wanted the chance to rub it in his face, force him to his knees, anything to get Ulquiorra to respect him. He thought he deserved that from the little whorish lap dog. The idea of forcing Ulquiorra to his knees caused Yami to push harder into the boy, grabbing onto the edge of the broken table to get more leverage for the next thrust. Maybe he'd let Grimmjow have seconds if Aizen agreed to it, but he wasn't sure he wanted to share this prize. His red eyes flared a little watching opaque skin beneath him tense every time he pushed into him, his thin lips parting to make a small noise of pleasure but none ever escaping. He had to be enjoying this, Yami knew it. Look at his perfect white skin, fists clenching and unclentching as Aizen watched them, shifting against his cock, any minute now he could hear him cry out in esctasy, cumming all over between their bellies.

He licked Ulquiorra's cheek, and for a moment emerald slit eyes opened and and met his, sure that if it wasn't for his lord the boy would easily have torn off his manhood and shoved it up Yami's ass just to prove that this was by no means making him the stronger Espada. He could feel him around him, tightening every muscle just as an attempt to maintain his composer. Little whore. He did everything Aizen told him. What if Aizen had told him to act of out character? Moan, scream, pant, act like the whore he really was, Yami wouldn't have cared because as far as he cared he was still taking Ulquiorra, but that was no where near as satifying as raping him like this. His unmoving form shaking from the pain as he was taken over and over, tensing and hoping that at any second Yami's cock would be causing him pleasure instead of this ravenous torture, it was almost better than him wanting it. Just getting Ulquiorra to scream and seeth at him through those emotionless, angry eyes, only to have him turn out begging him for him to push harder was something he could never have hoped for. Oh and Yami could push harder, he would push harder. Ulquiorra was a perfect little toy, Aizen had it right. Never giving in to what he really felt because he could mask all his emotion; pains and pleasure with that simple stoic cover. He was going to make him ache for it by the time he was done...

Fire like lava poured through Decima's veins, attempting if he could in some way, to hold his own climax back until he could get the boy to at least moan once. Aizen saw it all over him and wore a face of contentment watching his toy restraining all motions to pull away or jerk the bastard off him. Obviously Yami's thoughts got away with him, his expressions and howling laughter as though he thought that Ulquiorra actually wanted any of what that lug was doing to him. He saw Yami's gaze fall over his toy's mask; how easy it would be to break, studying the small form beneath his massive pounding one. Too much of anything could break the will, even just a small crack in that will would be enough, and all Yami needed was him to moan and after that he'd undoubtably cum faster than Aizen could kill. Stupid fool, he smirked as he watched him pull out and leaned closer to examine his conquest, stopping as he stared at the tightly closed emerald green eyes, Yami's feroious red ones drifting from his mask, down his jaw, down his neck and stopping at the hole that was just over Ulquiorra's collar bones. Quatro was staring at him now, his usual stoic expression masking over his sweat sheen and tussled appearance. The onslaught had ended and the brute hadn't taken everything for Ulquiorra yet, but he saw it too as the other Espada reached out and raked his thumb nail into the hole in his chest, causing seering pain to go through his small body. The most tender place on a hollow's body, the hole and the mask. Just that motion was enough to cause him to shudder in pain, his body actually quivering.

That was the end of it. Yami grinned from ear to ear, shoving into him without reagard, aching to pound into him and hear him make that shudder of pain and pleasure, again beginning to pound into Ulquiorra,
raking his nails through the hole in his neck like it was a scratching post. It didn't take long before his self control cracked, and Aizen couldn't be sure if the smaller boy moaned from pain or from the sheer sensation of having that last place in his body penetrated. Ulquiorra certainly had a strange sense of feeling. He frowned as he watched Yami laugh, drawing blood from him, his body racked with pain and some twisted kind of pleasure. The same kind that he got from Aizen when the boy did his job right. He moaned like the whore he was. The beautiful whore. His whore. Yami shoved himself into the boy as hard as possible his cock throbbing before spilling into him. Aizen smiled as he knew his little Quatro would play the part, watching him part his lips and moaning so convincingly that Yami had to lean down and bit one of his pouted lips. White slick fluid dripping out of the younger espada. It was funny the way Yami was looking at him now , like a beast that had just decided that later on he'd be coming back for more, as though Ulquiorra would want him too. Aizen wouldn't stop him though, nor would Quatro, this was like a promise of congratulations from now on. Aizen knew him well enough that from now on he was sure that Yami would come to him for pleasure and no doubt the smaller Espada would lend a hand. It was after all to him, just a body. He did all he did in the name of his lord, and keeping Decima happy would in turn make Aizen happy.

He nodded once in approval as Ulquiorra looked at him between gasps for breath his features still unmoving. He glanced once more at Decima before telling him to leave, moving smoothly like a feral cat to the side of table that had been used. He grinned before shoving his own fingers into the hole in his neck, rubbing and scratching the insides and causing Quatro to gasp and moan for him without trouble, Aizen's name on his sheer white lips. He knew the rules well . Always please your god. Ulquiorra would have gotten off on that big lout's performance if Aizen had told him. Such a good whore. He was so perfect, so obidiant, and never once questioned acts like this. Aizen leaned down and bit the side of the hole in his neck, one hand reaching down and grasping his member firm in his hand. He was a good toy, and just as always he deserved his reward as well. It didn't even take him five minutes to get the boy off, knowing every trick there was about his Espada, having him wriggling beneath him and begging for release, he only ever begged Aizen. Aizen sucked gently on the place just beside his hollow mark. Slipping his fingers into Ulquiorra's mouth, making him clean off what remained on his fingers from the boy release.

Finally content, Aizen stood without another word, walking out of the room and leaving his Quatro there to remedy the moment, and get his pants back on if Decima hadn't torn them when he threw Ulquiorra down on that table. Gin joined him at his side as though nothing had occured.

Perfect little whore.