Gin x Aizen
Bare
Gin liked to make people reveal to him their hearts. He wanted people to rely on him, to show him their souls, just so he could leave them weak, like raw and open wounds. He made them love him, his pretty little things, until they could do nothing else but exactly what he wanted them to do.
Aizen liked to see people ripped open, leaving them vulnerable and broken in front of him, dependant on him not to pull them apart any more. He made them love him, his lovely innocent things, until they could see nothing else but exactly what he told them to see, could be only what he dictated.
Aizen took great enjoyment from taking them, and ripping them apart.
Gin liked to make them do it to themselves.
They supposed that there were some things wrong with them, in the privacy of their own heads, but these thoughts were never spoken out aloud. Gin knew he would never be able to break Aizen the way he had done so many, although he was not sure what Aizen had in mind for him. Nor did he particularly care- living was for the present, and concern for the future was Aizen's job. They were strange, secretive men, and they never opened up to anyone, never even opened up to each other. But as long as they lay naked together, skin on skin and heat on impossibly wonderful heat, they supposed that it didn't matter.