Requested by The Crazy Chick In Black- thank you
Gin x Rukia
Humane
Gin did not play nicely with his toys.
He never had done, never would do.
He teased and he tested and he wrapped cool, white fingers around their necks until they screamed aloud in pain and pleasure, and he always made sure that the two came together, never apart, because the game just wasn't as fun otherwise. He would smile down, all at once an act of love and the ministrations of a torturer, and pressed kisses to her mouth, deep and probing, in the depth of which she could feel the bite of his teeth.
He did not know the meaning of the word kindness.
But it didn't seem to matter: her hands stretched towards him, and she did not know anymore whether she was trying to push him away or pull him closer. She liked to think the former, because it meant she had not fallen so far from grace, but whenever the warmth of his body (and it was so strangely warm, despite how cold he looked) left her skin, she ached for him, and the pain, again.
I want your teeth in my skin.
I want your marks on my body.
I want you to destroy me, if that is what it takes to keep you near.
He smiled down at the fear in her eyes, and found a new understanding to the meaning of play.