Deception Ten: Power Struggle
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 470
Rukia never realized just how foolish she truly looked while wearing Gin's haori.
A powerful sign of status on him, it simply showed her vulnerability, drape across her shoulder and trailing behind her on the floor. Her hands were completely swallowed up by the sleeves, lightly skimming Gin's arms when he touched her—on her orders, of course.
For a moment, she, too, was Captain Kuchiki just like her brother.
Sometimes she made him wait on his knees like a true minor Soul Reaper would, his gaze on her feet as she took the mantle of power—both her womanly charms and the status symbol the haori showed—and enacted her own rendition of "Captain and soldier".
Gin prided himself in his patience, though sometimes it took all of his will not pull Rukia down to the floor and show her what it really meant to be a Captain. But it was worth watching little Rukia attempt to strut around her room, her gaze as cold as her brother's emotionless gaze.
He played his role faithfully, calling her "Captain Rukia", on all fours while she eagerly used the emotional outlet he had given her. He only touched her when instructed, only drew her to the bed when she desired, and only made love to her (what a phrase, "making love", what a lie when it came to Gin) when she finally consented. It was, in a way, heaven and hell all at once.
And Gin couldn't have been happier.
Because eventually, Gin would catch her off guard.
He would kiss her, or brush his hand against her knee, or simply look up at her, and she would step back, unsure. Then he would take control, and Rukia would have to relinquish the haori—and every other article of clothing she possessed.
It was some time during one of these power struggles that Rukia had started calling him by his first name, after yet another successful evening. Or rather, she had whispered it, almost fearfully, glancing worriedly at the open window near the bed. Where anyone could see.
Gin knew for a fact that Aizen rather enjoyed the spectacle, particularly near the end when Rukia clung to Gin like a dying woman, the haori being used as a blanket for them both. When Rukia would gather the last of her dignity and grind her teeth together, her eyes seeming to say I will not let him win, I will not let him win…
There were times during those nights when Rukia had Gin wrapped around her little finger; at others it was the reverse. But either way Gin knew Aizen returned to his private quarters with a confident smirk on his face, glad that Gin was enjoying his role.
Aizen and Gin both knew from experience that there was nothing like a power struggle.