Content warning: lemon, m/f.


Angina/Symphony


Chapter 54

Halo


Plundering the sanity from the insane,

And providing appearances in black;

Carefully swept in decadent spheres

But faces in this world always remain darkened.

For I know the secrets and lies

Behind all truths

Knowledge is power, and the power is mine

It's all mine.

-The Insight and the Catharsis, Dimmu Borgir


Aizen smiled to himself as he undressed his queen.

It wasn't long before she was completely naked in front of him, lying on his bed. The dim grey moon of Hueco Mundo seemed more bluish tonight, illuminating her subtly. He could see the lines of her ribs, the peaks of her hipbones. Renata's hair fell long and dark over her shoulders, obscuring the small pert breasts he'd so admired in the human world. Aizen remedied that when he lowered himself onto the bed next to her, sweeping the tangled curls away.

'Please tell me you had the cameras removed before I came here.' Her erratic breathing had steadied a little.

'Of course,' Aizen replied lightly. 'I'd hardly give the likes of Szayel and Grimmjow the privilege of seeing this.' He ran a hand down her side, gratified at the slight gasp he induced.

She would be the youngest he had ever bedded, younger even than Gin had been during their first time together. Aizen recalled it, his lieutenant's pained and lustful gasps, the way Ichimaru's eyelids had opened as the younger Shinigami finally came.

Renata's body was so wonderfully sensitive to his ministrations, her responses so wonderfully vocal. Aizen slid his hand down the inside of her thigh, entering her with his fingers again, smiling for a second time. 'Shall I educate you in the many ways a man can pleasure a woman, my dear?' he asked her.

'Oh God - yes.' Her hips jerked upwards, and Aizen took the opportunity to roll on top of her.

He kept his right hand between her legs, kissing her neck. The pulse in the fragile vein beneath his lips proved too much temptation. Aizen's teeth caught her skin, and he tasted blood.

He wondered briefly if it was Renata's young, still-developing body that gave her blood that slight sweet taste behind the usual metallic saltiness. Renata let out a moan.

Did she have a masochistic streak in her, or did she enjoy the pain because he was the one inflicting it? Aizen suspected it was the latter. After all, Renata was like him. And Aizen himself had always been inclined towards sadism rather than masochism.

Her small hands were on his back, eventually coming up between them to run over his chest. She was gradually becoming less cautious. Her fingers were running over every inch of bare skin they could find, grasping at him with childlike hunger.

Aizen decided to be obliging. He let himself react physically to Renata's attentions, letting her know what pleased him. He knew he would want a repeat performance of this long-awaited night, and he intended to make his queen into a capable lover.

Her fingertips circled his nipples again, experimenting, pushing gently. Aizen allowed his eyes to close, and a gasp to escape his lips into her neck. He hadn't expected to become quite so aroused quite so quickly. She was pleasing him more than sufficiently. Aizen knew she had been correct.

Renata certainly wasn't the only one who was growing impatient.

The fingers of his right hand retreated, moving down her thigh to clasp her knee again. Renata's eyes fluttered open. 'You're teasing me,' she accused, a tremor in her voice.

'On the contrary.' Aizen lowered his head, brushing the tip of his nose against her collarbone. 'You've demonstrated remarkable proficiency at this, my dear. What I'm doing now is rewarding you for your progress.'

He kissed down her breasts, pausing to marvel at them again. They seemed to fit perfectly into the palms of his hands, as though she'd been made for him. Aizen regretted momentarily choosing not to light the bedroom. He kissed each nipple lightly, briefly, unable to admire the colour of them, deep delicate strawberry pink.

He kissed her stomach, ribs, hipbones. He licked her navel, feeling her squirm. Aizen could tell she wanted to ask what he was doing, and wondered how long it would take her to remember what she'd seen Gin do.

Parting her legs with his hands, he paused for a moment to press his mouth against her right thigh, kissing down the side of it. That was enough of a delay, Aizen decided.

Moving his head between her legs, he traced with his tongue what he had stroked with his fingers just moments before. Renata let out another cry, and Aizen's hands went to her hips, pressing them down against the bed.

It was rare that he ever bestowed this pleasure on a partner. Aizen wondered if Renata knew just how privileged she was. Of course, she would be returning the favour at some point in the future. The thought made him pause for long enough to smile.

'Sousuke - I'm -'

Aizen allowed himself to look down the length of her body. Renata's lips were parted, eyes looking down at him. Her pupils were dilated, cheeks dark in the dim light of the bedroom.

He could scent musky female arousal, taste her on his lips and tongue. She was close to orgasm, and Aizen knew then that it was time.

He stood, moving away from the bed, and Renata sat up. Even through the thick haze of desire on her features, she looked confused. 'What -'

'This,' Aizen told her, 'is your reward.'

His hands moved to the sash of his pants at his waist, letting them fall to the floor. Aizen couldn't stop the smile, a wolfish smile, spreading across his face as her eyes widened.

He heard the gasp of wonder, saw her lift herself off the bed to stand in front of him. They were both naked now. Aizen resisted the urge to run his eyes over her body, instead watching her studying him.

She still had the eyes of a wolf. Renata's gaze wandered over his chest, arms, shoulders. Then Aizen saw her look below his navel and blush, virginal even now. Clearly the male sex was a mystery to her. Nevertheless, the look in her eyes was curiosity rather than fear, desire rather than alarm. She finished her inspection, a longing stare at his legs.

'You're beautiful.' It escaped her in a sigh.

Aizen said nothing in reply. He waited for her to continue, the smile still on his lips.

'Lord Aizen,' she said, looking up at him. She stepped forward, tracing a hand over his face, down his throat and chest. Aizen made no move to stop her going further. 'Sousuke.' Her fingers moved along his hipbones, hesitating. Aizen wondered for a moment if she was going to shyly ask permission, as many other women had before her.

Wordlessly, Renata's left hand curled around his erection, fingertips exploring. She leaned into him, breathing warm against his earlobe. 'Make love to me.' It was a demand, not a request. That came as no surprise, really.

Aizen knew what she was like.

'As you wish, my queen,' he replied. With one swift moment, he had caught Renata under the thighs, lifting her so that her legs were around his waist. Aizen captured her mouth, his kiss hungry and bruising.

She was his equal in all ways save one. The chess game had been the most accurate representation of it. Aizen and Renata were locked in unending stalemate, neither capable of forcing the other to submit. He had been planning strategy after strategy in a similar war over two hundred years, his opponent his Zanpakutou.

This, the most trivial of ways, showed the only aspect of Renata that would ever be submissive to him.

But Aizen intended to thoroughly enjoy her submitting to him while it lasted.

He pushed her down onto the bed, positioning his hips. Renata seemed to know what was coming, and closed her eyes as if to tense herself. She had probably heard that the first time wasn't without pain.

Aizen slid into her.

He saw the flinch, her eyes opening. Aizen expected her to tell him it hurt, to ask him to stop.

Then a smile spread across her lips, eyes fluttering shut. 'Mmm…again.'

Aizen made both of them wait before he thrust into her a second time, a little deeper. 'Beg for me,' he ordered.

Renata laughed huskily. 'I'll never beg you to do anything, Sousuke. Not even this.'

'Is that so?' Aizen jerked his hips back, body overtaking hers in another thrust. He felt her groan of desire and frustration, her fingernails biting into his back. 'I know what you want,' he whispered in her ear, taunting and tempting. 'I can feel how much you want me. All you have to do is plead for mercy, my dear. It's really very simple.'

'I won't -' Renata gasped as Aizen pushed in again harder. Instead of increasing the pace, as he did whenever Gin finally gave in and begged his captain to fuck him senseless, Aizen kept the thrusts long and slow and irregular. He could feel his own frustration building up, but was compensated by the dark gratification sexual dominance always gave him.

Her cries gradually turned into whimpers of lust again. Renata even tried to take the lead, pushing her hips upwards against his in an attempt to give herself release. Aizen stopped that in its tracks, his legs pinning down her own. He knew it wouldn't be long now, and he was proven correct.

'Sousuke…'

'Yes?' he inquired, pausing.

'D - don't stop,' she whispered, and Aizen could hear the plea in her voice.

'I'm afraid that's not good enough.' He moved his hips backwards, as if to pull out of her entirely.

'Please.' The word escaped her unwillingly.

'Hmm. I think not. Once more, with feeling, my dear.'

Renata bucked her hips, an expression of frustrated agony on her face. 'Please,' she panted. 'Please - harder. Faster.'

Aizen had no desire to tease her - or himself - any longer. He gave her what she wanted, his hips making short, sharp motions. He thrust deeper and harder into her every time he moved, letting out the occasional noise himself. The animalistic pleasure of it was overtaking him.

Renata's muscles contracted around him. She let out a long shuddering gasp, eyes bright with ecstasy, her orgasm growing dangerously close to triggering Aizen's own.

The thought of pulling out of her now, hard and unfinished, displeased him to say the least. Fortunately, Renata's sound of deep pleasure turned into another groan. 'Sousuke - more - please -'

And Aizen obliged her. He gave into his own consuming lust, going harder even than he did with Gin. She came a second time, letting out that same sharp cry, and Aizen held himself back with difficulty.

Then, on the third, he came with her. That brief moment of mental absence, senses heightened with unbearable pleasure, seemed to last a fraction longer than it usually did. Aizen buried his face in Renata's hair, feeling dominance and her submission to him all over again.

She lay under him, limp and exhausted, occasionally letting out a short puff of breath into his shoulder. Finally, she spoke. 'So this was what I was refusing to give in to.'

Aizen chuckled. 'Indeed. Did I exceed your expectations, my queen?'

Renata's hands were brushing his hair away from his face. 'I never had any expectations to begin with,' she said. 'I didn't see the point in forming something which would be so easily shattered.'

Aizen looked down at her, saw her eyes shining no longer with pleasure, but intelligence. 'What about your expectations for me? Was I good at it?' she asked.

'You,' Aizen told her, 'pleased me thoroughly.' He pulled himself out of her, rolling onto his side. Something about his queen, young and physically fragile and still flushed with the exertion of lovemaking, made him draw her into his chest. 'I assume you wish to sleep here tonight.'

'So you'll want to do it again.' Renata ignored his last words. She had tucked her head underneath his chin, murmuring into his neck.

Aizen waited a while before answering. 'Once is hardly a means of education, Renata,' he reprimanded her. 'I would be a poor teacher indeed if I gave you only a first lesson. Besides that -' He paused. 'I enjoyed tonight far too much not to repeat it.'

She let out a pleased sigh at that. Aizen felt it as she drifted off to sleep, deciding to permit himself that luxury as well.

No, this was unlike his stalemate with Kyouka Suigetsu. This stalemate was dynamic rather than static, a harmony rather than a discord.

His earlier analogy had been correct. This was a dance, not a war.