Bleach - [AiGinTouUno]
Written for tsukishine as part of this meme!
A dark hand encased in a bright, fingerless glove traced along the hilt of its owner's blade. Tousen, long accustomed to sightlessness, had grown to live in a world where other senses defined that which surrounded him. The silence was eerie in the cool room where he stood. It had been full of energy just minutes before. Energy and the stench of fear.
But now all that remained was the soft, gentle breaths of his two companions and himself. The reek of blood had begun to swell in the still air, accompanied by the smell of less pleasant odors, like sliced intestines, exposed contents filling the air with a gut-wrenching scent.
Tousen's shoulders shook slightly from the effort. The sweat that had felt so cooling during the slaughter now seemed to trap the heat within him as the white haori clung to his muscled frame.
His head rose as he heard a laugh, the creak of a seat.
"'at was easier than expected." A childish, constantly hungry drawl filled the still air, mingling with the scents that flowed freely. A satisfied purr of sorts followed it. It seemed almost grotesque when matched with the taint that seemed to cover everything.
"Gin, we can't linger," Aizen's commanding tone, normally so indulgent to the former fifth division vice captain's whims, gave no leeway for Gin's play.
"Right, Aizen-taichou," Gin whispered, the creak of the seat beneath him was the only warning the normally astute ninth division captain had before he felt the ghosting of Gin's fingertips on his hand.
"Put yer blade away, Kyuuban-taichou-han," Gin chided, "Ya only got friends 'ere now. Well, ya 'ad enemies, but they're the wrong kinda dead now."
Tousen nodded, his breath still coming thickly to his lungs. Why was it so hard to breathe now? Especially now, when he was one more step closer to achieving his justice. He drew in another shuddering breath as he sheathed Suzumushi. The blade had gone strangely silent as it met the flesh of the corrupt legal body of the Seireitei.
He had killed them, yes. But, Tousen knew this was how it needed to be. They had stagnated. They no longer were capable of doing what was needed for the good of all. Not when there were souls in Rukongai living in squalor, forced to spend the remainder of their afterlife stealing to survive. It was despicable. Social order did not change through careful law, skitting around the whims of the noble class. He'd taken justice into his own hands, forcing the change to come, carving out the path of justice with his blade, with the two bloody hands that still felt the ghost of the third division captain's touch.
Tousen shivered, rubbing his hands together as Aizen began to outline the need for one of them to man the empty legal offices at all times. To be there to monitor the other captains. To be there to give pertinent orders and continue the masquerade of function.
Once they had the hyogoku, that rested inside of the adopted daughter of Kuchiki, they'd be able to proceed with the new order to the Seireitei. Of all the deaths that would occur in their bloody revolution, this was the one that unsettled Tousen the most. How could the creator of this? The genius who had pushed the Soul Society free of the bonds of archaic injustices and helped move them forward from the Soul Society of old, where brutal, classless things such... Tousen stopped his thoughts. He had to remain focused on the voice of their leader.
Aizen's serene tone had long been a comfort to the captain since joining his division as a freshly graduated student. It felt weird now, in this cool room, full of the stench of the blood of their leaders... Former leaders, he corrected himself. He crossed his arms over his chest, frowning pensively as Aizen's gentle voice, somber and low, outlined their intentions. He wasn't expecting the trace of a hand along his back. Gin's slender fingers, that familiar, yet condescending touch, made the muscles in his back rise like the hackles of an animal.
"We 'ave one last test, Kyuuban-taichou-han," Ichimaru drawled, easily removing Suzumushi from Tousen's side and leaving it rest on the blood-splattered desk, "We brought a friend a' yers. Dun worry. She dun know a thing. Aizen-taichou's sword is useful like 'at."
Tousen's already tense muscles, drew back even further, "...Re...tsu?" he whispered.
"Very astute, Kaname," Aizen assured him. And then Tousen felt it, the final reiatsu in the room as he heard a painful sound. The sound of a body's collapse against the ground along with a soft, muffled and bit back cry.
Tousen began to shiver with anger, "Aizen... Ichimaru..."
A sharp pain as Gin's fingers sunk into the firm flesh of his neck, "Ah, ah, ah, Kyuuban-taichou-han... She's safe. Very safe. She can't even move ta' 'urt 'erself. An' you'll be 'ere to make sure we treat 'er all nice-like an' such." Gin's free hand traced lower, lingering at the top of Tousen's hakama, massaging it gently. Tousen closed his eyes, "Ichimaru..." Gin shook his head, a soft, demeaning laugh from his lips.
A crumple of fabric drew Tousen's attention as Aizen knelt by the shivering figure, tied expertly into submission. He stroked her pale flesh with the large warm hands that normally held such kindness. Cupping a large round breast, usually so well hidden by her braid and shihakushou. Aizen began to massage it slowly, hands strong from years of swordsmanship. He drew her motherly figure against himself reaching down to the exposed tenderness between her legs. Tousen cringed as he heard the wet sound as Aizen's fingers sunk into it. What had they done to her?
Tousen heard the muffled cries as clear as day, perhaps even clearer than Retsu or Aizen could. He clenched his hands into fists as Gin coaxed him into a shameful erection. It was wrong that those slender fingers of a man he considered his ally could... do this to him. He leaned against Gin, wanting so badly to fight back. Where was the justice? What was the goal of this? "It ain't tha' first time," Gin soothed, mockingly. Tousen didn't notice the off-key note to Gin's voice as he was freed from the hakama. The pale hands tightened once more on the dark flesh of his member, coaxing it, working it. Tousen felt the sweat from before rise on his skin as Unohana let forth a moan, mouth now free from its bindings Tousen could only assume.
But for what purpose he didn't realize until her mouth was forced onto the erection Gin had prepped. Gin chuckled, fingers digging deeper into Tousen's neck, "Fuck 'er, Kyuuban-taichou-han. An' leave 'er. This'll be the last night you'll get 'er after all." His free hand guided Tousen's hip into an awkward semi-thrust, smile twitching at the gagging noise Unohana made.
Tousen stiffened, but nodded slowly, obeying the other captain's whims. Every night he had shared with her before this seemed to be twisted with each thrust, each stifled whimper from her. He felt Gin's body hot against his own as Gin pressed against him, capturing Aizen's lips, guiding Tousen through each thrust. Aizen let out a contented sound deep in his throat, drawing Gin closer, fingers threading through his hair possessively. Tousen frowned as Gin tensed at that and then relaxed, coaxing Tousen onward through the act.
The thrusts grew faster now as his body seemed to hunger for it more than anything. Unohana's shivering made it all the worse. It was subtle. Had it been anyone else, it would have gone unnoticed. Tousen reached forward, fingers tangling through her hair and feeling a hot tear slide down his cheek. Her mouth, warm about him was a cruel torture of the utmost degree, but pressed between Gin and Aizen, there was little he could do. He needed to fufil his justice. It wasn't yet complete, but still...
When he came, Aizen's hands yanked Unohana away from him. "Ya did well, Kyuuban-taichou-han," Gin panted, drawing easily away from Tousen. Tousen nodded, fighting to keep a stoic expression on his face, fighting to keep the calm he needed to overcome this.
He heard Retsu's panting, soft and gentle although the bindings certainly wouldn't be against her tender flesh. He'd have to give her up. He couldn't touch her again... Not after this. He closed his fists and his eyes. He had his justice. This was just another price to pay. But why was it starting to feel as if it weren't worth it?
A dark hand encased in a bright, fingerless glove traced along the hilt of its owner's blade. Tousen, long accustomed to sightlessness, had grown to live in a world where other senses defined that which surrounded him. The silence was eerie in the cool room where he stood. It had been full of energy just minutes before. Energy and the stench of fear.
But now all that remained was the soft, gentle breaths of his two companions and himself. The reek of blood had begun to swell in the still air, accompanied by the smell of less pleasant odors, like sliced intestines, exposed contents filling the air with a gut-wrenching scent.
Tousen's shoulders shook slightly from the effort. The sweat that had felt so cooling during the slaughter now seemed to trap the heat within him as the white haori clung to his muscled frame.
His head rose as he heard a laugh, the creak of a seat.
"'at was easier than expected." A childish, constantly hungry drawl filled the still air, mingling with the scents that flowed freely. A satisfied purr of sorts followed it. It seemed almost grotesque when matched with the taint that seemed to cover everything.
"Gin, we can't linger," Aizen's commanding tone, normally so indulgent to the former fifth division vice captain's whims, gave no leeway for Gin's play.
"Right, Aizen-taichou," Gin whispered, the creak of the seat beneath him was the only warning the normally astute ninth division captain had before he felt the ghosting of Gin's fingertips on his hand.
"Put yer blade away, Kyuuban-taichou-han," Gin chided, "Ya only got friends 'ere now. Well, ya 'ad enemies, but they're the wrong kinda dead now."
Tousen nodded, his breath still coming thickly to his lungs. Why was it so hard to breathe now? Especially now, when he was one more step closer to achieving his justice. He drew in another shuddering breath as he sheathed Suzumushi. The blade had gone strangely silent as it met the flesh of the corrupt legal body of the Seireitei.
He had killed them, yes. But, Tousen knew this was how it needed to be. They had stagnated. They no longer were capable of doing what was needed for the good of all. Not when there were souls in Rukongai living in squalor, forced to spend the remainder of their afterlife stealing to survive. It was despicable. Social order did not change through careful law, skitting around the whims of the noble class. He'd taken justice into his own hands, forcing the change to come, carving out the path of justice with his blade, with the two bloody hands that still felt the ghost of the third division captain's touch.
Tousen shivered, rubbing his hands together as Aizen began to outline the need for one of them to man the empty legal offices at all times. To be there to monitor the other captains. To be there to give pertinent orders and continue the masquerade of function.
Once they had the hyogoku, that rested inside of the adopted daughter of Kuchiki, they'd be able to proceed with the new order to the Seireitei. Of all the deaths that would occur in their bloody revolution, this was the one that unsettled Tousen the most. How could the creator of this? The genius who had pushed the Soul Society free of the bonds of archaic injustices and helped move them forward from the Soul Society of old, where brutal, classless things such... Tousen stopped his thoughts. He had to remain focused on the voice of their leader.
Aizen's serene tone had long been a comfort to the captain since joining his division as a freshly graduated student. It felt weird now, in this cool room, full of the stench of the blood of their leaders... Former leaders, he corrected himself. He crossed his arms over his chest, frowning pensively as Aizen's gentle voice, somber and low, outlined their intentions. He wasn't expecting the trace of a hand along his back. Gin's slender fingers, that familiar, yet condescending touch, made the muscles in his back rise like the hackles of an animal.
"We 'ave one last test, Kyuuban-taichou-han," Ichimaru drawled, easily removing Suzumushi from Tousen's side and leaving it rest on the blood-splattered desk, "We brought a friend a' yers. Dun worry. She dun know a thing. Aizen-taichou's sword is useful like 'at."
Tousen's already tense muscles, drew back even further, "...Re...tsu?" he whispered.
"Very astute, Kaname," Aizen assured him. And then Tousen felt it, the final reiatsu in the room as he heard a painful sound. The sound of a body's collapse against the ground along with a soft, muffled and bit back cry.
Tousen began to shiver with anger, "Aizen... Ichimaru..."
A sharp pain as Gin's fingers sunk into the firm flesh of his neck, "Ah, ah, ah, Kyuuban-taichou-han... She's safe. Very safe. She can't even move ta' 'urt 'erself. An' you'll be 'ere to make sure we treat 'er all nice-like an' such." Gin's free hand traced lower, lingering at the top of Tousen's hakama, massaging it gently. Tousen closed his eyes, "Ichimaru..." Gin shook his head, a soft, demeaning laugh from his lips.
A crumple of fabric drew Tousen's attention as Aizen knelt by the shivering figure, tied expertly into submission. He stroked her pale flesh with the large warm hands that normally held such kindness. Cupping a large round breast, usually so well hidden by her braid and shihakushou. Aizen began to massage it slowly, hands strong from years of swordsmanship. He drew her motherly figure against himself reaching down to the exposed tenderness between her legs. Tousen cringed as he heard the wet sound as Aizen's fingers sunk into it. What had they done to her?
Tousen heard the muffled cries as clear as day, perhaps even clearer than Retsu or Aizen could. He clenched his hands into fists as Gin coaxed him into a shameful erection. It was wrong that those slender fingers of a man he considered his ally could... do this to him. He leaned against Gin, wanting so badly to fight back. Where was the justice? What was the goal of this? "It ain't tha' first time," Gin soothed, mockingly. Tousen didn't notice the off-key note to Gin's voice as he was freed from the hakama. The pale hands tightened once more on the dark flesh of his member, coaxing it, working it. Tousen felt the sweat from before rise on his skin as Unohana let forth a moan, mouth now free from its bindings Tousen could only assume.
But for what purpose he didn't realize until her mouth was forced onto the erection Gin had prepped. Gin chuckled, fingers digging deeper into Tousen's neck, "Fuck 'er, Kyuuban-taichou-han. An' leave 'er. This'll be the last night you'll get 'er after all." His free hand guided Tousen's hip into an awkward semi-thrust, smile twitching at the gagging noise Unohana made.
Tousen stiffened, but nodded slowly, obeying the other captain's whims. Every night he had shared with her before this seemed to be twisted with each thrust, each stifled whimper from her. He felt Gin's body hot against his own as Gin pressed against him, capturing Aizen's lips, guiding Tousen through each thrust. Aizen let out a contented sound deep in his throat, drawing Gin closer, fingers threading through his hair possessively. Tousen frowned as Gin tensed at that and then relaxed, coaxing Tousen onward through the act.
The thrusts grew faster now as his body seemed to hunger for it more than anything. Unohana's shivering made it all the worse. It was subtle. Had it been anyone else, it would have gone unnoticed. Tousen reached forward, fingers tangling through her hair and feeling a hot tear slide down his cheek. Her mouth, warm about him was a cruel torture of the utmost degree, but pressed between Gin and Aizen, there was little he could do. He needed to fufil his justice. It wasn't yet complete, but still...
When he came, Aizen's hands yanked Unohana away from him. "Ya did well, Kyuuban-taichou-han," Gin panted, drawing easily away from Tousen. Tousen nodded, fighting to keep a stoic expression on his face, fighting to keep the calm he needed to overcome this.
He heard Retsu's panting, soft and gentle although the bindings certainly wouldn't be against her tender flesh. He'd have to give her up. He couldn't touch her again... Not after this. He closed his fists and his eyes. He had his justice. This was just another price to pay. But why was it starting to feel as if it weren't worth it?