It hadn't been soon, far from immediate, but Kira slowly relaxed into his position in Las Noches. A week had passed since Aizen had met him in his cell, a week of recovering, avoiding, and thinking. Of course, not all contact could be dodged and some corners didn't conceal the flutter of his (now white) hakama as he turned quickly upon seeing the approaching leader. All in all, though, the more Kira tried to avoid Aizen, the less he found he wanted to.
During the act, it had seemed like Aizen was just another Ichimaru-- cold with a lack of passion that raised questions of his ability to feel at all. He wasn't like that, though, Kira realized, not at all. The saying went 'the eyes are the windows to the soul' and Kira had hardly missed the irony of never gazing into his own captain's eyes. That was frightening enough, but Aizen--oh, Aizen was on a different level completely-- could keep his eyes open. Open eyes, still staring, still burning, yet still deceiving. What a man, what a monster, one must be to be able to be so open-eyed and deceptive. No, Aizen wasn't like Ichimaru at all, and Kira thought he must prefer Ichimaru.
The true horror is the deception you cannot see.
During that week, though it was hard enough to count the days in a place with no sunrise or sunset, Ichimaru had visited Kira more than once. He hadn't outrightly said it, but Kira could tell his former superior knew what happened and felt threatened by it. Kira tried to reassure him, as subtly as he could, that he still belonged to Ichimaru as much as anyone, but it was to no avail. They both knew, Ichimaru perhaps better than anyone, that if Aizen wanted something, Aizen got it. They were also lucky, though, because there were few things Aizen truly desired and Kira (at this point) remained out of that category. Luck, though, always ran out eventually.
Kira knew today was the day that his luck ran out. Knew it from the moment he heard the unfamiliar knock on his door. Knew it from the moment he opened that door and saw Aizen's broad-shouldered and imposing figure looming over his own.
"Aizen-sama," he murmured, bowing. "Is there something I can do for you?"
Aizen smiled, like always, warm and inviting. He stepped past the younger shinigami and took a quick look around the room. He hadn't expected Kira to decorate any, having nothing to decorate with, but he was mildly amused that nothing seemed touched or out of place. Amused, but pleased.
"Have you made yourself comfortable here?" He turned as he spoke, awaiting an answer that could only be awkward and uncertain.
Indeed it was awkward; Kira himself was as such in the other's presence. "Yes, sir," he responded slowly, cautiously. He wasn't sure what prompted Aizen to come to his room, instead of simply summoning him to the throne, but it felt out of place to have the other shinigami there.
"Good." Approaching the smaller man, he brought a hand up to tilt Kira's face upward. The hesitant, almost fearful look he was given made him smirk-- this person was so timid, so fragile, so easily broken. It caused him to question the finesse in which Ichimaru had handled the blonde, to not have reduced him to broken pieces.
That was no matter, though. The longer Kira stayed, the further Gin slipped from his grasp and the more he disobeyed orders. Not that the silver-haired one was ever obedient, not in the way Kira would be, but sooner or later he fulfilled every wish Aizen imposed upon him. Lately, that quality had diminished to barely tolerable, and while punishing Gin might have seemed the most simple and direct method of correcting this flaw, Aizen was never one for simplicity or obviousness. No, he would take a roundabout method that would end up teaching Kira and Gin both a lesson.
Kira remained silent and steady, his eyes never wavering from Aizen's; trapped, perhaps, in the charismatic gaze. This man-- he should hate this man, who took Ichimaru away from him and harmed Hinamori (in more ways than one). And yet...
Lipsandtonguesandhandsandhips.
Aizen claimed Kira's mouth with his own, easily and silently. His fingers pressed with bruising force into the pale cloth adorning the blonde's hips. A faint murmur of protest rose from the younger one, but it went ignored and quickly died off. His tongue pressed past parted lips and delved into every crevice it could. One of his hands reached up to tug at the light locks of hair, pulling Kira's head back into complete submission.
Shivers raced up and down the younger one's spine, his eyes shut tightly against the reality of the situation. Half of him resisted the forceful affection with every fiber of his body, but the other half couldn't help but be absorbed into warmth he had never felt before; kindness he had never known, as false as it may have been. Aizen's tongue caressing his, his hands rubbing slowly up and down his sides, fingers tangling firmly in his hair.
And then it was gone. The warmth, the affection, and the euphoric feeling of being a god's object of-- even temporary-- attention. Kira blinked a few times, waking back up to reality, and looked up at Aizen. His lips remained partly open, but his mind was far from forming any words to spill from them. He panted lightly, the kiss having been too involved not to take his breath away, and waited for Aizen to speak, to move, to kiss him again.
"That's enough for now," the gentle voice chided. He placed a hand atop Kira's head and smiled down at the younger one. He couldn't help but find amusement in the slightly disappointed slumping of Kira's shoulders; this would be easier than he thought.
Kira stood still as Aizen moved around him and left the room, as unexpectedly and quickly as he had came. Why had he stopped? Why hadn't Kira wanted him to stop? For as long as he could remember, Kira had wanted nothing and no one but Ichimaru. He had hardly even looked at another since his involvement with the fox-faced man, but Aizen had changed that so quickly and so effortlessly. It left him to question his loyalty to the very person he had sworn he would live and die for. But that, Kira mused, was exactly what Aizen did. Though, he wasn't certain that his knowledge of this would stop the events that had already been set into motion.
Of course they wouldn't, foolish boy. Aizen will have his way and you will suffer for it. But you like the suffering, don't you? Don't you?
Voices spoke to him-- no, just one voice-- demeaning him further, exploring every dark thought and weakness he possessed. His hand clutched tightly at Wabisuke's hilt, head bowing in shame. The hissing voice wasn't wrong and he made no move to deny it.
Out in the hall, Aizen strode assuredly from the room just in time to catch Ichimaru arriving. The two gazes-- one close-eyed and the other openly confident-- locked for only a moment, neither man pausing for the brief conversation that took place.
"Aizen-sama, what ya doin' all th' way out here?" For Kira's room was from any place Aizen should have been.
"I was simply making sure our guest was fitting in."
Ichimaru didn't comment further, already at Kira's door. The grin slipping from his lips, he pushed the door open to see Kira still standing in the same spot, head hung low and unfocused eyes staring toward the floor. It seemed, as he had suspected, Aizen had done much more than a simple check up. Of course, when was Aizen ever simple?
"Ya don't look like yer makin' yerself at home." He waited for Kira to jump, as expected, and spin around to face him. By the time the uncertain blue eyes met his own, his grin was spread thin across his face once more.
"Ichimaru-sama." It had been a quick transition of titles from -taichou to -sama. It made sense, though, since neither of the shinigami had a right to associate themselves with Soul Society anymore.
Instead of replying, Ichimaru shut the door behind him and approached Kira. Before the younger one had a chance to react, he locked his arms around the thin waist and pulled Kira against his body. "What'd he do t' ya?"
Kira blinked a few times, unable to process the question. What did he do? Aizen, he meant, of course. The blonde then realized that he probably looked a mess and was jumpy enough to lead any suspicions to certainty. Besides, he was pretty sure Aizen's scent still hung heavy in the air around him. Still, Kira was hardly ready to go and confess that he'd been raped and certainly not ready to admit the reasons why. At least, the reasons Aizen had given him.
"It was nothing," he finally said, eyes never breaking from Ichimaru's.
"Ya gonna lie t' me now?" the silver-haired man asked, catching Kira's chin in his grip. He tilted the other's head upward and crushed their lips together in a cold kiss. His tongue easily snaked through Kira's lips and forced the blonde-- his blonde-- into submission.
Kira was going to object, saying that whatever Aizen may have done wasn't important, but he hadn't had that chance at all. Ichimaru ravaged his mouth while hands groped his body and forced him backward until he came into contact with his bed and was pushed back down onto the mattress. The kiss broke for only a moment, just long enough for Ichimaru to straddle his hips and yank his head up by his hair into another, deeper kiss.
The dominant male felt his subordinate-- still, really, because Kira would never be anything else but that-- shudder underneath him and gave a grin of satisfaction. Whatever damage Aizen had done, it wasn't enough to pull the boy from his grasp, not fully, and a thread was all he needed to control his marionette. Pressing it further, Ichimaru ground his hips into Kira's and heard a soft moan slip between heated kisses.
His hand trailed down the younger one's chest and stomach before following a familiar trail of soft hair under his hakama. His fingers grazed Kira's member and felt the body under his tense only for a moment before responding favorably toward the touches. Indeed, Kira was still definitely wrapped around his finger and that was all he had needed to confirm.
For the second time that night, wanted (needed?) touches disappeared from his skin. Kira looked up, face flushed and body occasionally trembling with small waves of desire, to watch Ichimaru carefully. His throat was too dry to speak and even if he could have, he wouldn't know what to say to keep his superior from turning and leaving him. After all, Ichimaru's back was too familiar a sight for Kira to disown that quickly.
His door shut, Ichimaru having left without a word, and he collapsed back onto his bed. His eyes traced faint patterns on the ceiling, created by the pale light spotting in through the window, as his mind raced to make sense of anything that had happened that evening. All he could surmise, though, was that Aizen and Ichimaru were somehow conspiring to drive him insane, sexually or otherwise. Not that he didn't believe that had been his ex-captain's intentions from the very beginning, once he realized how maleable Kira's personality was.
Closing his eyes tightly, Kira's body refused to move upon his command and he quickly succumbed, muscles relaxing as he drifted off into an uneasy sleep.
The next month passed like a frustrated blur for Kira. He felt like the prize of some sort of competition between Aizen and Ichimaru. The two had, on several instances, attempted to convince him that the other was no good for him. They both had their strengths-- Aizen his charisma and pure intimidation and Ichimaru his tight grip on Kira's heart-- but neither succeeded in fully claiming him. It was confusing, also, to try and determine why either was so intent on making him theirs. Such curiosity sparked an awkward conversation one day over tea.
"Aizen-sama." Kira had thought long and hard how to phrase his questions appropriately, and finally came to a conclusion: There was no proper way. After all, as far as he knew, the game between the two older shinigami had yet to be acknowledged. He could tell, though, when he saw them together, that there was a tension that had never existed before.
"Hm?" Casual and comforting as always, Aizen's gaze penetrated Kira's weak defenses almost instantly. "What is it, Kira-kun?"
Looking down to his half-empty cup of tea, Kira quickly took another drink as if would steady his nerves any. "Why do you want me?"
Aizen raised an eyebrow, studying the smaller shinigami for a long moment before taking a sip of his own tea. "Whatever made you believe that I want you?"
Nearly wincing at the harsh words, though not unexpected, Kira thought to rephrase his question. "Then why do you keep me?"
"Do you wish I wouldn't?" A small smile graced his lips as he saw the blonde hesitate. "If it's your desire, I could always return you to Seireitei and let them handle you." The threat of exile from every place he'd known to call home combined with what Aizen was sure was a growing fondness for the god-like man and the boy's response was almost expected.
"I didn't mean anything like that," Kira said quickly, now becoming nervous. "I was just curious."
"Be careful," the chocolate-haired man warned. "Curiosity killed the cat, after all."
Sensing that the saying wasn't to be taken lightly, Kira willingly retreated back into silence with a short nod.
Deep brown eyes watched as the frail shinigami concerned himself fully with the cup in his hands and Aizen decided, for now, to leave him in peace. The boy was easy enough to deter-- he was by no means stubborn-- and it made for easily avoiding any questions that shouldn't be answered. Despite always seeming rather open, Aizen honestly detested those who pried too much about certain things; matters that were better left unknown to most.
Kira had undoubtedly noticed his efforts to pull him away from Ichimaru, as he had noticed the silver-haired man becoming annoyingly stubborn in destroying those attempts. It left him to question why he bothered with the issue at all. Waiting was boring after so long, though, and Aizen wished for some entertainment. Kira had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time and caught his attention. It was unfortunate, he mused, that the boy wouldn't survive his and Gin's increasingly-heated game of possession. More unfortunate, though, that he would be bored again so quickly. Perhaps by the time Kira had gone fully insane and needed to be done away with, his interest in Gin would be renewed. One could hope.
Poor Kira, Aizen doesn't have much faith in him, does he? Then again, looking at how unstable he already is, I wouldn't, either. I'm not too sure where this fiction is heading, but I guarantee Aizen's interest will deepen to more than just a passing cure for boredom. Please review~