I mentally put a hand on my Sun Princess to steady her.
Just a few more moments, please I softly plead with her.
I turn my whole body and without breaking eye contact, even though I could hear Sol Zarita whimpering in pain from the increased onslaught, I walk towards Aizen. As I get closer to him, it becomes harder for my zanpaktou, who is on her knees now, but still holding. When I am within an arm's reach, I raise up my hand, and put it to his chest. Leaning in to him, I watch his eyes as Sol Zarita begins to scream from the pain of the pressure. I rise up and brush his lips with mine.
He relaxes with a smile and the immediate release from his rieatsu causes Sol Zarita to collapse, but she is safe now.
Of course my safety is now in question.
I move to back away, but his hand comes up to capture my wrist on his chest and effectively keep me in place. I can still feel the physical tingling on my lips where we had touched. His look of amusement isn't comforting, but at least I hope to have killed his fighting mood. I go to look away and find that I can't, his deep brown eyes keep my own. But keenly aware of what happens to people this close to Aizen, I find myself concentrating on where his other hand is, in relation to his hilt.
His gaze holds mine while he seems to search the depths of me. Apparently finding what he wants, he releases me. Resisting the urge to rub my wrist I step back one pace. Ichimaru stands and watches me, along with Aizen. Not sure of what is next, I take another step back. Realizing I was in effect retreating, I stop and assume an air of confidence with my chin held high as I coolly gaze back at the two gods…err…men. I will be damned if I am going to look as scared on the outside as I feel on the inside.
Turning back towards the table, Aizen says,
"Gin"
In an instant Ichimaru captures both my arms behind my back and is calmly holding me against him.
Awww…shit
With a fresh cup of tea in hand, Aizen turns back around.
"Your attitude is refreshing Mija-kun, I must commend you for it. It is going to make this so much more entertaining"
I can feel Ichimaru's breath on the bare skin of my neck and the hilt of Shinsou press into my back. The fact that the physical reaction to having a male breathe on such a sensitive area is warring with the fact that Fear had again escaped from the closet. Mentally chasing Fear away again, leaves only Lust rampaging through my body. And as Aizen sets down his tea and comes closer, I actually feel myself lean back into Ichimaru.
Choose the lesser of two devils, right?
The grip on my arms doesn't lessen, but I can feel Ichimaru lean into me more.
Aizen gently grasps my chin in his hand and brushes his thumb over my bottom lip. Letting his thumb play over my lip a second time, I want to pull back but my head is already against Ichimaru's shoulder and I can feel his breath warm against my neck. Aizen leans down a bit and again captures my eyes with his own and holds my gaze. He comes closer still and then pausing, his lips mere inches from mine, waits. My traitorous mouth actually opens slightly in anticipation, but I dodn't move any closer to him. Then I feel Ichimaru push gently on my back. They are just men…just men, I repeat over and over. I give in and feel my lips touch his, as Ichimaru's brush my neck. Lust screams in triumph.
Heat courses through me as the trail of fire Ichimaru is leaving on my skin with his lips send shivers down my spine. All the while my lips are being gently assaulted by Aizen, which is making my head want to burn. A flame of desire begins to stir deep within me and I can feel Sol Zarita begin to burn brighter. Pulling back suddenly, Aizen looks questioningly at me.
"I see… so it's true. A fire zanpaktou does regain power from …these types of activities. So that's why you approached me."
Fuck…
I couldn't seem to catch a break today.
I bite my lip guiltily and that is all the answer he needs. Ichimaru who had left off his ministrations, reaches around to remove Sol Zarita. With an emotional tearing, akin to having a limb removed, I feel my partner leave me. Ichimaru leaves with my zanpaktou for an adjoining room and I can't remember ever being this far away from her.
Alone with Aizen and unarmed, Desperation stirs deep within my soul. Grabbing my chin suddenly, Aizen smiles brightly,
"That little stunt is going to cost you, Mija-kun"
I bite back the whimper that wants to escape my lips.
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I don't even see Ichimaru re-enter the room. He is just suddenly behind me again. Aizen shruggs out of his heavy white haori and removes Kyouka Suigetsu by the scabbard. Ichimaru follows suit and moves from around me to place his haori and Shinsou on the table. When Ichimaru is behind me once again, Aizen turns and sets both of his on the table behind him also. As he turns back and slowly begins to loosen the knot in the obi around his waist, he says
"You really should be flattered Mija-kun, you are going to be the last in a line of training exercises, to see how much it takes to break a powerful woman, how far you can be pushed, how far you are willing to go …once I own you mind… body… and soul."
The pride that courses through me at the fact that Aizen had called me a powerful woman, surprises me. It was as if I had completely ignored the entire last part of his sentence. Reality slaps Pride hard across the face.
"Come here," Aizen commands.
My foot moves forward a quarter inch before I catch myself. This was it, he was testing me to see if I was still willing to obey him after having the knowledge of what was about to happen. How far was I willing to go? But the facts of the situation were simple. Aizen, the lord of my world, commanded me to do something, and whether I wanted to or not, I would be forced to obey and my life would pay for my refusal.
I let my body obey even as my mind screams out in defiance.
With steel in my eyes I take a step forward.
With my brow furrowed I take another.
And with my back stiff and my chin high I take the final step to being within an arm's reach of him. The warm smile Aizen gives me, makes by blood run cold.
"Now lil miss 18, come over here" the voice drawles lazily behind me. Without turning my body, I look at Ichimaru over my shoulder. He is now standing next to a low couch near the fireplace, with his kimono loosened and opened. The scowl on my face is my best attempt at a negative answer.
"Oi! Such the serious face, it doesn't become yo' at all" he grins back.
Out of the corner of my eye I see Aizen casually lean back on the cool marble table, his right hand mere inches from the zanpaktou's. Visions of Grimmjow's bloody stump for an arm dance through my head.
In a flash I am next to Ichimaru.
My cheeks burn in shame with the sound of laughter in the air.
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My cheeks red from emmbarressment at realizing I had just played into both of their hands, I stand next to Ichimaru and try to find my inner strength again. With one last chuckle dying upon his lips, he leans close to my ear.
"Yo' look so sad…that won't do at'all, whatever happened to that fiery spirit of yo'rs?"
I continue to look at the floor, defeat twisting in my gut.
His hand snakes out and he entwines his fingers into my long ponytail, and pulls, slowly. My head tilts up, and my eyes look at him wildly as the pain in my scalp shoots Fear through me. But the only view he affords me is of his thick dark eyelashes. He pulls until my head is all the way back exposing the length of my neck fully. Moving so as to be between me and Aizen, he uses his other hand to roughly yank at the front collar of my top, ripping the extra material away from the shirt so as to expose my collarbone. I grab at his arm to steady myself and in some desperate hope of stopping him from further destruction of my clothes. Ignoring my grasp of his sleeve, his long elegant finger begins to trace a pattern from my jaw down to the hollow notch just below my neck. I fidget as the skin along my neck is teased. He leans his mouth down to hover right above my exposed flesh. His fingers tighten in the hair on my scalp causing me to gasp slightly from the pain as my eyes water.
"I can make sure yo' survive all this" he whispers
My eyes widen with the implied meaning of his statement,
he would…would protect me?
I completely still my body waiting for him to continue. He lets his finger play down my throat again as I wait.
"I can also make sure yo'… enjoy this" Ichimaru purrs, as he lowers his lips and latches onto my tanned jaw line, nibbling a path to my ear. Teasing my earlobe gently with his teeth he continues,
"All I need, lil miss 18…is yo'r obedience"
He waits for my answer, breathing warmly into my ear.