"NNOITRA!" Tesra wailed frantically as he tried to run to his master, but the door slid shut, trapping him on the other side and silencing all noise of the ensuring battle. No matter what the desperate Arrancar tried, the door would not budge.
Aizen's eyes glinted with amusement as he watched the usually composed Fracción fall apart before him.
"Please! Let me help him!" The Fracción begged as he beat and scratched at the door with his fists, to no avail.
"No," the Shinigami stated firmly, amusement now gone. "Nnoitra will live. Now is the time for you to come with me."
After a moment the Arrancar's assault slowed down, and he hung his head against the door in defeat. No… no! Nnoitra… I have to help him. I can't... I can't let…
A flash of spiritual pressure assaulted Tesra and forcefully pulled him from his thoughts and onto the ground. As the pressure lifted he gasped and alarmingly turned to Aizen, who held his hand out to the fallen Arrancar, a deadly smile on his face.
"Now Tesla, you know I don't like to be ignored. It would be in your best interest… and Nnoitra's, if you follow my commands."
That got the Fracción's attention, and he felt his insides twist with dread as he stared into Aizen's merciless eyes. This couldn't be happening. But the message was clear… he could, would hurt Nnoitra. Because of me.
Precariously the Arrancar reached out a gloved hand to grasp Aizen's offered one, having no other choice, and was effortlessly pulled to his feat.
But Aizen didn't let go. Using Tesra's momentum, he continued to pull the unsteady Arrancar toward his body until he met his lips in a light kiss, snaking his other arm around the Fracción's back to prevent escape.
As soon as he felt Aizen's lips touch his own, the Arrancar's eyes widened and he yelled out in shock, jerking away from the contact immediately. Aizen's arms still held his body in place, but Tesra used his free hand to push at the Shinigami's chest to get as much distance possible.
He tried desperately to speak, to clarify his actions, but words wouldn't come. The consequences of what happened were freezing the words in his mouth. Now there was no denying the truth. The dots connected in Tesra's head, no matter how much he loathed the idea.
I will be forced… to betray… Nnoitra… The thought alone made him pale, and pushing became more desperate.
And Aizen just stood there, smiling, doing nothing about the Arrancar's frantic escape attempts. Tesra stared pleadingly into Aizen's eyes, but the Shinigami's gaze only offered a cold mockery of his struggles, seemingly delighting in the Fracción's discomfort.
Then, abruptly, he was released. Tesra immediately fell back against the wall, breathing heavily, fear clear in his brown eyes that searched Aizen for his next move.
But none came. The Shinigmai only turned and headed down the long hallway, casually, as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
Tesra did not want to move. He knew following Aizen would seal his fate, but a backwards glance from the Shinigami forced his limbs into action. The Arrancar hurriedly fell into step behind the deity of their world, and it took all his self-control to remain composed.
There was surely a way out of this… something, anything, he could do. But no solutions came to his distressed mind. He had heard rumors of this occurring before, stories of Aizen setting his ambitions on various Arrancar around Las Noches, never seeming to assault the same one twice. Yet no one ever confirmed the fact, and Tesra thought nothing of it, until now. Now… when the threat of invasion upon all he held sacred was looming right over his head, and would surely destroy his reality. Why me? He questioned hopelessly to the chaotic void of his consciousness. Was this really all an effort to get to Nnoitra? Something told Tesra it wasn't, but what could Aizen want with such a plain, useless, insignificant Fracción such as himself?
"We've arrived," the grievously pleasant voice drifted into the tumultuous thoughts of the Arrancar.
The intrusion caused Tesra to halt, and his focus snapped back to the Shinigami who stood before him, opening a rather grandiose door and holding his arms out invitingly. How long had they been walking? The Arrancar realized he should have paid more mind to his surrounds, they had passed various other doors on the way… maybe one of them could have led to an escape…
"Please, come inside. Make yourself comfortable, and remove your boots at the door."
After a moment of pause and a nervous swallow, Tesra did as told and gravely walked into the room, his stomach dropping the minute he took in his surroundings. What foolish thoughts. I cannot run from Aizen.
This was the last place he hoped to be taken to, yet he knew it was the destination. Behind him, the door was secured shut and Aizen took his time to hang up his outer white coat on the hook and remove his shoes.
With a sudden touch, Tesra found the Shinigmai directly behind him, attentively leading him further into the room. He stopped before the bed, his hand lightly sliding along Tesra's back before leaving him altogether to carefully lay his Zanpakutó on its stand and gracefully sit on the end of the bed.
"What do you think of my personal quarters? Is it to you liking?" Aizen spoke to the blond standing a few feet away, his arms outstretched as to show it off.
Tesra didn't know what to think as his worried eyes explored the room, while simultaneously watching the Shinigmai from the corner of his vision. It certainly was massive, as the rest of Las Noches tended to be. The bed, King sized, if not more, took up much of the left wall and was adorned with alluring emerald green bedding. There were two more doors on the right wall, as well as a couple vases of flowers here and there, but the most noticeable feature of the room was the extravagant window upon the far wall. Delicately, it framed the imposing moon of Hueco Mundo if beheld at the right location, and bathed the room in a brilliant natural glow.
"Ah, the window," Aizen said, following the Arrancar's line of sight. "Feel free to take a look outside, the view is breathtaking."
Tesra couldn't bring himself to move. A part of him wanted to look, to see their world from such a height, a height he could never reach… because he would always be behind Nnoitra.
But that is where I belong.
"There are few who are given chance such as this, an opportunity to stand at the top, if only for a fleeting moment."
The words only made him feel sick inside. Tesra tore his eyes from the moon and forced them back to the piercing gaze of his tormentor, which seemed to stare into his very soul.
"I… I do not understand Lord Aizen, why…"
"I would choose you?"
Tesra could not say anything.
Unhurriedly, the Shinigami rose and made his way to the Fracción, drawing out the short distance surely to distress Tesra's beating heart.
Don't come any closer. How he wished for the power to speak out in such a way.
"You are beautiful…" Tesra jumped as the voice came from behind him, his eyes widening. He had never been graced with such a compliment, yet it brought him no happiness.
Aizen gently brought up a lock of the Arrancar's blond hair from his back, lifting it to his face an inhaling the scent. "… But it's not only that which draws me to you."
Tesra tried to step away, but the moment the thought entered his mind a threatening hand grasped his right shoulder, freezing him in place. Nervous beads of sweat were forming, and he felt one escape down his face as the Shinigami released his hold and began to slowly circle the Arrancar, like a predator closing in on its prey.
"I have never witnessed a being with such… innocent, unwavering loyalty to another that is neither fueled by debt, fear or selfish reasons… Why do you follow him so blindly despite all he does to you?"
"I… he doesn't…" How much does Aizen know?
"Do you like it?" he said now, a smirk in his voice. "Being beaten and abused, treated like nothing more than the dirt on his boots, does it excite you?"
"No! I—that's not—" The Arrancar was trembling now, his fists clinching slightly as he struggled though his emotions.
"That's not what? What he does? Do you think I don't know?"
"You don't!" Tesra yelled, a shocked expression taking over his features as he began to regret his outburst. Where had all this anger come from?
The Shinigami stopped in front of Tesra, his eyes squinting dangerously, before a treacherous smile again lit up his face. "You hold an emotion most hollows have lost—"
The Fracción gasped as he suddenly found himself shoved against the wall, trapped in place by imposing hands on both sides of his head and a brown glare that swallowed his own eyes.
"—And I wonder…" Aizen leaned down, his lips brushing Tesra's ear. "…If I can destroy it."
A paralyzing fear shot through his body, and the Arrancar found it impossible to move, to even breathe. Aizen raised his head again to stare into the wide eyes of his prey and seemed to relish the absolute fear that radiated from the blond. His left arm supporting his weight on the wall, the Shinigami raised his right and lightly dragged his fingers across Tesra's shoulder blade and around his collar before letting his grip rest around the Fracción's neck.
Tesra's breath hitched in his throat, and another bead of sweat slid down his face. He thought for sure Aizen meant to strangle him, and was quite surprised when he heard a dull snap, followed by another, and unexpected cool air assaulted his exposed neck. No! Potential suffocation was preferable to this.
"Please, Lord Aizen … don't…"
Snap.
Snap.
Snap.
The Shinigmai worked slowly and expertly, unsnapping the buttons of his Arrancar uniform one by one. Desperately he wanted to flee, yet his limbs refused to move as if the force of Aizen's stare had power over his own body. "…Don't make me…"
"Don't make you what, my dear Tesra?" Reaching down, Aizen released the last few buttons, never once breaking eye contact with the shuddering Arrancar. Once the top was free, his hand nimbly went up the center of Tesra's body, separating the fabric and stopping only once he reached the Arrancar's neck .
The movement caused an unwanted jolt in Tesra's systems and he was thankful, for a moment, that Aizen choose then to break his gaze and he finally turned his head away, forcing his eyes tightly shut. "Don't make me…nngh-!"
The lips on his neck were completely unexpected, and caused the Arrancar to make a noise of surprise, which immediately he loathed himself for. Aizen continued to gently kiss and nip down his collarbone as it was being exposed, using both his hands to slide down the uniform from his shoulders and down his arms. Once the fabric was free, the Shinigami swiftly threw the top to the side and proceeded to further ravish Tesra's bare chest with his expert lips.
"No- please!" It burned. The foreign touches felt like poison on his skin. How could he let this happen? How could he possibly stop it? Nnoitra… Nnoitra…! His whole body shuddered with fear and unwanted pleasure as Aizen found his nipples, gently suckling and fondling them with his fingers. When his tongue took a new path to trace the faded designs on his person , Tesra finally found the will to move, and the Arrancar's frantic eyes shot open, his gloved hands flying up to shield his naked chest.
No one! No one is supposed to see those!
Aizen pulled back and once again to face the lesser being before him, amusement flashing on his face before turning devious. "How many of these scars were caused by him?"
Again Tesra found emotions boiling up inside which were unusual for him. He was angry. Angry at Aizen for assuming things he knew nothing about. Angry that some of his assumptions were undoubtedly true. But most of all, angry at himself for being powerless to defend the one person who mattered to him, who he would be forced to… No. He would fight as long as he was able.
"I c-can't… I won't… I will not betray Nnoitra!" he cried out, words getting stronger as he proceeded, hands still clutched protectively over his chest. Locking eyes with the merciless, lustful gaze of his tormentor, Tesra realized his words were only empty threats. Aizen always got what he desired. Realization made the Arrancar want to release his anguish and pain, to give in to the emotions welling inside, but years of self-control kept his tears locked deep within. And he needed to be strong. For Nnoitra's sake, and for his own.
"Despite all he had done-" The Fracción cringed as Aizen roughly grabbed his side that still throbbed from his Master's sword, "You reject my attempts at bringing you true pleasure?"
Tesra stared back defiantly and repeated his answer. "I will not betray him."
For a while the Shinigami remained still, his expression unreadable, his hand still digging into the soft flesh of Tesra's bruised side. But then, his grip softened, and his hands glided up to the Arrancar's that trembled desperately to remain strong and composed. One at a time, Aizen pulled an arm that clung to his chest to the open, where he slipped off his black gloves and tossed them to the ground before forcing his arms back to his side against the wall. "It appears you have forgotten…" he drawled out, running his fingers up Tesra'a arms and bringing his head down so that brown hair brushed Tesra's forehead, "… what little choice you have in the matter."
He tried to slide down, his knees losing their will to hold steady, his body doing everything possible to keep a distance between them, but suddenly a powerful grip held his neck, forcing him back up and to the awaiting lips of Aizen that crashed down forcefully onto his own. Tesra refused to give in to the kiss and sealed his eyes shut, hoping it all would stop, but Aizen only grew more persistent, biting his bottom lip, gently at first, but growing enough to draw blood as time progressed. Finally annoyed, Aizen increased his grasp around Tesra's throat until the Arrancar was forced to open with a strangled gasp, hoping to receive air, but having his mouth invaded instead.
It was horrible, revolting, he could taste his own blood. The tongue assaulted every inch of the Fracción's mouth with its warmth, and appallingly he struggled to no avail, the powerful grip holding his neck in place. Nnoitra-! The taste was wrong. The feel was wrong. This was not the 8 clad tongue he knew so well, that mercilessly enveloped his whole mouth down to his throat. No, he welcomed that tongue, and this was not it. It must stop. Their mingling spit was like venom destroying his mouth. Please stop. Destroying his mind. Get out! Destroying his sanity. Before he could comprehend what he was doing, Tesra bit down.
Hard.
And abruptly, the appalling appendage fled from his mouth, leaving the Arrancar coughing and gasping, gulping the needed air and rejecting the undesired tastes from his mouth. Relief flooded him then. It stopped. Thank goodness. His legs wanted to give out from the strain. They could. Nothing was holding him up any longer; his neck was free as well. Aizen wasn't holding him up any longer. Aizen was… Aizen… What have I done? Suddenly he was aware of the dreadfully calm figure that stood before him, radiating a malevolence that contaminated the very air around him, tightening around the Fracción's frail body and causing his blood to run cold. I just… I just…
"Perhaps I should put it a different way."
A force greater and more terrifying than anything Tesra had ever felt before suddenly engulfed him, and he was instantly forced to his knees, a pained cry escaping his throat. It hurts. The pressure increased further and the Fracción was thrown forward, his hands harshly hitting the cold floor and struggling to hold up the rest of his weight. I can't breathe. Tesra trembled violently, trying desperately to hold on, to not be crushed. He wanted to scream, but had no air in his body left to do so. I am going to die. … I do not want… Thoughts were getting more difficult to form. Can't… l-leave… Arms finally giving out, Tesra's face hit the ground, landing in the small pool of saliva that his mouth had lost the ability to retain. Nnoitra…
Blurry, moving shapes that remained of his vision disappeared in fuzzy spots of black and white until that too faded into painless nothingness. Pure darkness enveloped all but the one thing his mind could hold onto… and he ran. He ran and ran toward the figure in the distance, toward Nnoitra, the only thing left he could see. But the more he ran, the further away and slower he became. Falling… he was falling, and as he reached out with the last of his strength…
The world exploded in blinding white and all of his senses were forcefully returned as the ruthless pressure lifted. Immediately his body gasped and convulsed, inhaling the life that had been denied his body for too long. He opened his eyes to a blurry world but abruptly shut them again, his body racked with convulses of pain that caused the Arrancar to curl up into himself on the floor, shivering violently.
Slowly, after what felt like an eternity, the pain began receding to a dull throb and ringing in his ears. His body began to calm, its tremors, breaths and heartbeat slowing down to less erratic levels.
Inwardly Tesra flinched as the Shingimai moved to his level, crouching down, his hand finding the Arrancar's head were he proceeded to pet him like a master comforting his pet. It disgusted him, he could feel the mocking smile burning into the back of his head, but his body remained frozen, everything still disoriented from the assault.
"It is unfortunate I had to punish you that way, dear Tesra, but you must learn your place."
The voice awoke the fight in his body and the Fracción forced himself to move. With immense effort, he uncurled from his tight ball and dragged his body to all fours, his arm's fierce tremors exposing his struggles to hold his weight. Tesra paused, his breaths heavy, his body doing everything in its power to adjust to the new position. I must move… I have to face- As he lifted his head to stare at Aizen and opened his strained eyes, the whole room felt as though it was spinning and he quickly closed them, his head falling to rest in his palm.
"Nnoitra will face much worse if you continue to resist me," Aizen continued, rising to stand at his full height.
As quickly as it had returned, the fight fled his body and was replaced with a cold dread so intense that he nearly collapsed to the floor again, the horror of the situation finally bearing all its weight on his feeble form. He couldn't. He would. Of course he would. That wasn't even a fraction of Aizen's power. Nnoitra is in danger. Because of me. Because I'm foolish. Why did this have to happen? It's all my fault. Please don't hurt him… I can't let… please don't—
"It's time we stopped playing this foolish game. Get on your knees." The gentle voice that had spoken as though it was scolding a disobedient puppy had abruptly become commanding.
But the words felt to be miles away. He could hear them… yet his body would not move, could not move through the waves of thoughts and emotions, as though he was trapped in an endless abyss. Nnoitra… Nnoitra! I'm so sorry! I'm too weak. I can't get away. I have to… I have to protect you.
Roughly, Tesra's hair which had become drenched with sweat, clinging to his face and bare back was suddenly grabbed by the scalp, the large fingers entwined in the golden filaments before yanking the Arrancar forcefully to his knees. He whimpered weakly but otherwise gave no other struggle; his mind lost in its own void, trying desperately to ignore what he knew was coming next.
His open eyes refused to focus and acknowledge the fate before him, instead becoming blank, empty pools that distinguished nothing but movement and shapes. The grip on Tesra's scalp suddenly tightened, and the Fracción found his body being pulled closer until his lips were pressed against the warm, forbidden appendage of Aizen. His mind cried out, but it was so far away that he gave no reaction, neither opening his mouth willingly nor closing it off. No… please… Nnoitra…
"I believe you know the consequences of biting now, correct?" Aizen sneered, his only warning before forcing Tesra's mouth over his full length. The Arrancar gave a muffled gasp and tried to jerk back, but the strong hand on his head prevented escape and soon his body calmed again, yielding to Aizen as he guided his mouth over his hardening member.
…Forgive me. This was worse, so much worse than before. He couldn't stand it, it was all wrong. But bearing through the unwanted was the only way to save Nnoitra.
But Tesra still refused to respond, and soon Aizen grew impatient. "Tesra…" he said warningly, his voice tingeing with a deeper tone than before.
'Suck it, ya fuckin' pig. Take it all!' The growling voice echoed in Tesra's memories, and suddenly his mouth reacted on its own, knowing just the right way to use his tongue and lips to bring the utmost pleasure to his master…
To Nnoitra…
And then it felt wrong, the vision vanished and his unfocused reality returned to the Shinigami tormenting him. I'm disgusting. He could never forgive himself. How could I dare to imagine Nnoitra in this monsters place? It felt worse than giving in to Aizen, and he couldn't allow it to happen again.
Tesra's mouth had ceased its work, his mind once again halting his actions. Expecting Aizen to retaliate, he was surprised when the Shinigami pulled out of his mouth instead, completely unsatisfied, leaving a trail of saliva behind.
"That'll do for now, Tesra. The fun is just beginning," the Shinigami said huskily, leaning down to give the Fraccion a deep kiss, assaulting his mouth once again.
A painful twinge assaulted the Arrancar's stomach with the words. Of course it wouldn't be that easy, he would still… would still… and his body, of course it would betray him. He could already feel the arousal growing within, and he hated it with every fiber of his being. So he did not kiss back, refusing to obey his body's increasing programmed responses, getting lost again in his despairing mind.
Yet Aizen was indifferent to Tesra's unresponsive behavior and blank eyes, and gently took one of Tesra's hands in his own, pulling him to his feat and them guiding him to the bed where he stopped before it, leaning to speak in Tesra's ear while nipping playfully at his lobe, "Now that your chastening is over…I want you to enjoy it too."
I don't want to enjoy it.
Aizen's mouth moved down; assaulting every inch and crevice of the Arrancar's neck, sucking once he found a deserving spot and leaving a mark of his own. His free hand snacked along Tesra's back to lightly push down and, traveling with him, lead the Fracción until his elbows hit the comforter so he was leaning over the bed. Leaving the confines of his neck, Aizen trailed his hands along the Arrancar's back, leaving a trail of kisses until he reached the boundary of the other's pants. Pausing momentarily, he licked around the edge before clutching the fabric in both hands, teasingly pulling them down until they fell to Tesra's ankles, leaving him completely exposed. The Shinigami leaned in again to the Arrancar's bare back, finding his nipples and pinching them lightly, resting his head on his shoulders, his breath hot on his neck. "I want to hear you scream my name."
The steady tremor of Tesra's body was the only response Aizen received. Burying his face in the bed, the Arrancar shut his eyes tightly, willing away the rest of the world, unable to accept that he was on display and vulnerable to anyone other than Nnoitra. His body gave an involuntary jerk as a cool finger invaded his body, stretching him out, but he forcefully relaxed again, his body taking over, knowing exactly what to do. So Aizen means to prepare him? Tesra laughed bitterly in his head. It was unneeded, as Aizen surely was aware…
His thoughts froze as he felt the fingers leave him, having completed their duty while Tesra was distracted, and he felt Aizen position himself at his entrance, gripping his hips firmly. The brief astringency that had taken over his mind began to crack, and the anguish flooded in more vigorous than before. No no no no no-! It was really happening, and there was absolutely nothing he could do to stop it. Briefly he considered ending his life, but the thought was quickly rejected. Aizen would not have allowed him… and… he knew he wasn't strong enough to follow through. But… if Nnoitra wanted to kill him for this… that would be okay, right? The thought brought him little comfort. He did not want to leave his Master's side… but more than that…
Aizen eased himself in, giving a low grunt as he held back, letting the Fracción adjust to his size.
He did not want this. Tesra whimpered and jerked under the Shinigmai, his thoughts rudely interrupted by the invading force which now penetrated him completely. He had never felt so violated and disturbed in his life, and he hated how Aizen made sure to be as gentle and… pleasing as possible. But he would fight and deny the sensations as long as he could.
Over time the Shinigami's rhythm increased, and expeditiously he found the Arrancar's prostate and sent ripples of pleasure through his trembling body. Tesra gripped the bed fiercely and bit his lip, doing everything possible to distract his mind and ignore his body's pleas to cry out. Nnoitra… I could never beg for forgiveness… not after this… Relentlessly Aizen assaulted him with pleasure, but Tesra was determined to hold out. I'm so sorry… Then, to his horror, Aizen's hand slipped from his waist around to his front, gripping Tesra's own throbbing erection and pumping it in time with his own. No, no-! Why! Despite all the Fracción's efforts, his body betrayed him and began convulsing wildly, shuddering from the pleasing sensations before he let out a strangled cry, releasing his seed on himself and Aizen's hand.
No longer able to hold back, Tesra surrendered to the despair, all barriers in his mind shattering as tears finally streamed down his face, tears he thought he no longer possessed. Nnoitra, Nnoitra, NNOITRA-! Please! Please… forgive me-I… With a grunt Aizen finally reached his own orgasm, his fingers tightening their grip on his waist, filling up the trembling Arrancar before pulling out, holding himself steady on the bedpost momentarily before straightening up and tucking himself back in his clothes. Without the Shinigami to hold him up, Tesra collapsed to his knees, half on the floor and half on the bed, his hands clutching at the bed as he tried to hold himself up. I-I… I lo-love you, Nnoitra! He froze with the unexpected realization, the thought griping his heart with unbearable agony. Why did he have to realize that now? It hurt so much. Nnoitra would never accept him, especially not after… Aizen…
It does not matter, Tesra decided. He would do whatever he could for Nnoitra, even if the other wanted nothing to do with him anymore. Shakily he rose to his feet, pulling up his pants along the way, his tears drying before he raised his head. It would do no good to worry now, it was over. Aizen was done, he could finally leave. He could return to… panic overtook him the next instant, memories of the last moment with Nnoitra recalled startlingly. Oh no, no no! I have to hurry! Stumbling away from the bed, the Fracción clumsily fell to his knees before his uniform, grabbing up the fabric in his still trembling hands and slipping it on both arms. As he stood hastily and turned, fumbling unsuccessfully to button his top, he found himself petrified in place, his eyes locking with Aizen's own unreadable expression.
Warning signals instantly went off in the Arrancar's head, and his heartbeat thundered in his ears. Is he not done? Did I do something wrong? He should never have let Aizen out of his sight, let his guard down.
"It seems I underestimated you. You have won." The Shinigami took a step forward, and Tesra unintentionally took one back, sensing danger thick in the air.
What? How could he say-!? A glint caught his vision and Tesra's eyes were drawn to Aizen's right hand, his breath hitching at the sight of the dangerous blade that shone with the reflection of the moon. He means to kill me! No, no… this can't be… I can't leave Nnoitra!
"Even now… the fear in your eyes…" Aizen continued to advance, causing the Arrancar to retreat in terror, wincing when his back hit the unforgiving wall. "…Is not for me. You only see Nnoitra in those lovely eyes of yours." His left hand stroked the Fracción's check, staring into his eyes like a mother admiring their child, before his grip fell to his shoulder, holding the blond in place firmly. "Such dedication should be rewarded, correct?"
Tesra's eyes widened in alarm as he felt something sharp on his skin, and looked down in horror to find the trip of Kyōka Suigetsu hovering precariously above his fiercely beating heart. The blood rang in his ears, the sweat falling down his face as the fear of death made his body fight to remain composed. He looked back up to Aizen, searching for any form of compassion, but the Shinigami only had taunting eyes and a sickeningly sweet smile. Still, he had to try something. "L-lord Aizen, w-wait—"
"For your prize..."
To Tesra's relief, the blade left his heart, but the fear instantly returned when he felt the metal lightly drag across his chest, tracing his collarbone until the blade rested briefly on the right side of his neck, sending another tremor of dread throughout his body before the sword continued up and around his neck, coming to rest on the turquoise marking on his trembling check.
"You will now mirror the one you see most," Aizen said hauntingly, smile ever present on his lips, raising the blade horizontally until Tesra's wide eyes could focus only on the metal tip suspended dangerously close to his cornea.
Instantly the Arrancar tried to jerk away, panic overtaking his whole body, but the Shinigami only tightened his grip on his shoulder painfully, releasing a diminutive amount of spiritual pressure until Tesra found he could not move save for his violent breathing and shaking from the strain of it all.
"I would refrain from moving, I wouldn't want to accidentally go too far," the Shinigami mocked, hovering a few moments longer before slowly piercing the Fracción's eye, drawing out the pain as long as possible, guiding the sword as deep as it could go without causing harm to other essential parts of his body.
Tesra screamed.
He could not control the wail that left his mouth, no matter how tolerant of pain he had grown under serving Nnoitra. It was one of the most excruciating things he had ever experienced, as far as he could remember; second only to the pain of ripping away his hollow mask.
Only when Tesra silenced did Aizen begin to pull out his Zanpakutō. Blind with pain, the movement caused the frightened Fracción to jerk away, causing the sword to cut even deeper into the skin surrounding his destroyed eye. Blood cascaded down his face, mingling with the semi-clear liquid that once made up his eye.
Aizen released the Arrancar and stepped back with a cruel laugh as he collapsed to the floor.
The pain would not stop.
Moaning and whimpering in a fetal position, the Arrancar grabbed and rubbed futilely at his eye, trying desperately to cease the white-hot pain throughout his skull. After what could have been anywhere from five minutes to an hour, the onslaught of pain lessened to a slightly more tolerable level, and his body stilled its frenzied movements to leave only his uncontrollable shuddering and two hands pressed possessively to his damaged eye.
"You are dismissed."
Lots of Nnoitra in chapter 3, promise! It will take me a while to get it out, so hang tight until then? (:
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