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Umm… this was not how I wanted it to be at all. Sigh. Oh well, I hope you like it anyway.
Aizen x Ulquiorra x Starrk
Art
Aizen like to make an art out of the way that they lay together, on nights when the need became too great and the Espada crawled to the domain of their King to offer themselves in his bed. He liked to lie them both down and attend to both of them with perfect symmetry, one hand for each of them, moving and teasing whist he sat regally between them, fully dressed, as they writhed and panted under his knowing touches and dragging nails.
He would draw away quickly just as they were both about to climax, and smile at them, knowing that they would understand what to do. He slid off the bed as he watched them kiss, side-by-side. Neither would move on top of the other, really move at all, and though Starrk entwined their fingers all three of them knew that they were waiting for their Lord to return to them.
Aizen stripped himself with an unromantic swiftness and formality as he watched pale limbs glow white and blemished in the moonlight. They both had matching marks; on inner thigh and jut of hip, on the underside of ribs and soft triangle between collar bone and neck. In a line down their body: Starrk's on his right side, Ulquiorra's on his left.
Aizen liked the fact that the two looked so different- that was, in fact, the reason he had chosen them for this honour. Ulquiorra was wiry, but had the slenderness of a child, and Starrk was broader, taller, and altogether thicker. They looked striking, kissing but not touching, except for their single hands- their other hand was occupied, preparing themselves for their Lord.
Both were ready, but tonight he chose Ulquiorra first, because the need was greater in Starrk's eyes, and he liked to be cruel to them, so they did not get ideas about where they stood.
He thrust inside of him with little concern for what pain it might bring, and was gratified to see that the Espada had bitten his lip to stop from calling out aloud. His head was rested on Starrk's knees, eyes staring upwards and glazed.
All words were forbidden here; all sound would break the spell, and was punishable.
Starrk stroked Ulquiorra into completion, knowing that Aizen would not do so. There was a strange loyalty that had sprung up between the two about this, but Aizen paid it little attention. Ulquiorra's eyes finally closed as he came, his breathing perhaps a little ragged, but no louder than normal.
Then- in the art of perfect repetition, Aizen finished himself buried deep inside Starrk, who came both to the feeling of their Lord and to the cool hand of his fellow Espada.
Aizen allowed them a moment to linger, on either side of him, as he thought that, had there been an artist in the true sense of the word near, they would have made a beautiful picture. A God and his worshippers; he lay on his back, each of the other two on their sides, curled and facing away from him, the marks of his ownership pointing upwards.
An absolute work of art.
A moment was all they had, and knew it. They stood and dressed again, before slipping quietly away with an expression on neither of their faces, nor even a backwards glance.
They went their different ways outside of the door, and spoke not a word.
It was as Lord Aizen commanded.