Kisuke had sunk further into the abyss of misery, his wounds a dull pulsating agony constantly reminding him of his loss. He couldn't believe how far he had fallen, especially to Aizen, the thought making him sick to his core. He'd let everything get in the way of his senses, he'd pushed himself to exhaustion. Escape just wasn't an option anymore.
He flinched as he felt the hauntingly familiar feeling of arms wrapping around him. The victor had come to collect his prize, the scenario of a sick game that Aizen had played, and won. Kisuke knew far too well that it was over this time. Sousuke gently lifted the trembling blonde into his arms before summoning a mass black tear in the space before him. Kisuke watched as he felt his vision blurring, he kept fighting to keep himself from fainting, it was too difficult, the darkness began obscuring his sight. He tried to use any strength he could manage but his body was too beaten, unable to even move and his consciousness was fading rapidly. He started seeking comfort, his eyes drifting shut as he cuddled into the close warmth.
Opening his eyes warily he sat up, not feeling the same fear waking up as he did the previous times. He glanced over his wounds, they were near completely healed, the torn rags once covering them replaced by fresh white bandages. He rubbed his eyes, lazily removing the sleep as he yawned and looked around the room. He froze "I'm back here again?" The words spoken silently to himself as he looked down at the sheets draped over him, they were the same black sheets he remembered from his first visit to this room, a visit relative to that of a nightmare.
He nearly jumped as he heard the door handle turning, only seconds before he caught sight of a familiar white haori, his body instinctively tensing in anticipation, high hostility pounding within. Sousuke stepped into the room, holding what looked like two cups and a teapot. He quietly walked towards the bed-side table. "Good morning, Kisuke." His greeting left unanswered he glanced at the blonde while placing the steaming hot tea down, his eyes seemed unbelievably different to the cold intimidating glare of the night before.
Kisuke watched as the tea was poured into the two cups, still silent and alert, he flinched moving back slightly as Sousuke handed him a cup, the scent of the fragrant tea almost welcoming, calming him. He gratefully took the cup with a soft reply of gratitude, grasping it tightly, the warmth spreading through his hands as he held it. Being extremely critical he didn't try it, he wasn't prepared to trust anything at the moment, and that was what he deemed the wisest decision. "So, You're going to give me the silent treatment?" Sousuke grinned gently as he took a slight sip of his own tea.
The blonde negated the conversation for now, he had nothing to say without it being something he might regret later, his hostility still ever-present and consuming. Instead he was deciding if he should now try the tea, the temptation shifting in his mind, his throat was dry and sore, most likely from all his previous weeping and sorrow. He decided to take the risk as he took a sip, it didn't have a strange taste, nothing different to normal tea, that didn't ease his paranoia. He continued having small sips as he intently watched Aizen. He wasn't going to give away any opportunities.
"Well, your friends were safely released, and I assume you noticed your wounds are healed." Sousuke shifted his position, hoping for a reply, the silence slowly began to creep back into the bleak room again, as no words dared to shatter it. Kisuke realized all he was presenting was a cold, indifferent stare. He changed his expression though it was contradicting his true mood, he wasn't going to thank that man for healing him, after all he had caused the pain. "I guess I should thank you for not hurting them." He glanced up, breaking the present silence as the words were softly spoken, their eyes meeting with a mixed reaction convulsing between them.
"I had no desire to harm them, my goal was to re-capture you Kisuke, nothing more. So don't thank me." Aizen set down his cup on the table before moving in closer, he lied beside the blonde this time, not receiving any reaction in return. Kisuke had concealed his emotions, he'd let them bleed out too much leaving him feeling hollow, he needed to regain restraint and self-control.
Sousuke took the lack of reaction to his advantage, he seductively ran his hand down the blonde's chest, his fingers gliding across warm, soft skin, his hand constantly moving lower, a sly smile re-appearing. Kisuke couldn't deny a reaction any longer as he quickly tried to get some distance between them, he jumped back and out of the bed, stumbling and almost tripping as he did. He knew there was no escape, the outcome was inevitably in the brunette's favour, even if he went for the door, the garganta device was long out of his reach, his luck had run out.
He was a mere metre away from the bed now, backing away as he watched Sousuke stand up and take slow, unphased steps towards him, his expression remaining unchanged. Still an intimidating smirk. Kisuke hit a wall, unable to retreat any further. Hands gripped his wrists and pressed them against the wall just above his head, trapping him in place. His eyes slowly drifting up to meet dark chocolate-brown, shock changing his expression into fear.
"Surely by now you realize it's over, you can't escape." The dark gaze piercing as the sharp words impaled the blonde's resolve, he searched for an answer, a witty response...anything. Instead he remained silent, struggling to break the grip as the brunette leaned in claiming another victory. Trailing his tongue across the blonde's neck, he stopped and kissed the sensitive, pale skin delicately, a slight grin of satisfaction spreading over his lips as he continued pressing light kisses across it.
Kisuke shifted uncomfortably as the feather-light kisses sent chills down his spine, he realized one of his hands was near free. He swiftly broke the grip and pressed his free hand against Sousuke's chest, trying to achieve the distance he desperately desired. The brunette paused before his eyes made contact with the grey-green pools of dismay before him. "That was rather rude, I was busy" his smile reappearing as he toyed with the situation.
"You're a sick bastard" Kisuke's reply nothing but a harsh snarl as he pressed harder against the body suffocating him, his efforts yet again to no avail, one hand was not enough to free himself.
Dark eyes fixated on him as his wrist was thrown violently back against the wall, he winced in pain as the vice-like grip tightened. The brunette picked up where he left off, continuing the passionate assault. He started nipping and sucking at the delicate, fair skin leaving red marks in his wake before trailing lighter kisses across a poorly shaven jaw line, slowly working his way to the lips he craved, desire burning deep within him. He ran his tongue across the blonde's lips before he stole a deep kiss, biting down hard and invading his victim, memorizing him while picking up the faint taste of tea. Slowly he began releasing the kiss before swiping his tongue over his own lips "You taste divine, Kisuke." The words spoken seductively like velvet, caught in the cavernous echo of the room, a grin slowly drifting across his features as he lifted the panting victim's chin so their eyes met "But now I have a question for you...Will you succumb to me of your own will... Or will I have to take you by force?"