Fanfiction - Bleach - Taken away chapter 6
Title: Taken away
Rating: PG-15
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own insanity, and I make no money with this... or in any other way >_>
Summary: When Aizen left Soul Society he took Ukitake with him. He needed something to pass the time with, so now Ukitake is his sex-slave.
Pairing: Aizen x Ukitake, Gin x Ukitake
Author's Note: No beta! many, many mistakes. deal with it... -_-
Warning: Yaoi, OOC
Aizen pulled his toy up off the bed and into his arms. “What have you been doing lately?”
Ukitake swallowed. How could he know? Does he know? “Doing? I have absolutely nothing to do here.” Aizen raised an eyebrow and Ukitake continued. “There are people in charge of filling my bathtub, taking my clothes off and helping me in, helping me bathe and dressing me. All I’m allowed to do on my own is eat and use the bathroom.”
A smirk spread across Aizen’s face. He leaned closer to his toy, wrapping his arms around him. He pressed a haste kiss against his neck. “Well, back when you refused to eat there were people in charge of force feeding you.” He chuckled and cupped Ukitake’s face in his hands looking into his eyes.
“My espada are better warriors then your former comrades, the division captains. And I had one of them ordered to force feed you. My dear, I’d say you are special in a way.”
“In a way? Like I’m a princess or something? Your sick fantasy.”
“Like you are mine!” He pushed Ukitake back onto the bed. “And as such you are treated as a priceless possession in such a special way.” He climbed over the stunned and dazed body. He leaned to kiss Ukitake’s lips but as the other turned away he kissed his neck and jaw line instead. “But what I truly want to know is...” He pinned Ukitake’s hands over his head, “How come you’ve regained your nerve.”
Ukitake bit his lip. After his talk with Gin he did start retorting again, he got a little overconfident. “I have nothing to lose.”
“Oh, but I think you do.” Aizen chuckled viciously. He got off the bed and called for one of the servants.
A young woman with empty soulless eyes walked in and bowed to Aizen. She didn’t seem one bit concerned that a man lay sprawled on the bed. Ukitake recognized her as one of his maids. Most of the servants left to take care of him were female and unlike the servants in the rest of Hueco Mundo who were dressed in dark greenish-gray, his wore light shades of golden and blue.
Across the large room Aizen walked over to her and gave her some silent instruction. Experience alone was enough, but instinct too told Ukitake something was amiss. Aizen looked back and smiled at the eyes fixed upon him from the bed. “Don’t worry.” He said as the maid left the room. “I’m sure you will unreservedly enjoy this.” Then he too left the room.
Ukitake got up and fixed his clothes back together. Aizen’s hands were always on him when they were close. Seemingly Aizen simply enjoyed touching him. Frowning he walked over to the mirror and undid his hair. Long white strands came loose over his shoulders and down his back. He sighed wondering what Aizen meant.
A few minutes later, still sitting in front of the mirror, Ukitake heard the doors open. Led into his room by the maid Aizen sent out was Gin. The expression on Gin’s face was the same as ever, one of amused anticipation. But Ukitake knew all too well there was so much more to it.
“Why are you here?” He kept his voice cold and official.
Gin curiously looked around the room and strolled right pass Ukitake to take a seat. Once down he finally answered, seeing Ukitake’s eyes were still upon him. “I was summoned here.”
Ukitake raised an eyebrow.
“By your master.” Gin smiled.
A lump formed itself in Ukitake’s throat. He went pale. Was that it? Did Aizen find out? He shook his head. It couldn’t be.
Gin noted something was wrong. Ukitake being annoyed was one thing, but looking worried and unnerved was another. Not daring to ask or change his expression, Gin returned to curiously observing the room, praying Ukitake would get a hint and not try to discuss their previous encounter out of possibly panic.
He needn’t worry, Ukitake too read the situation. Aizen thinking there is still something he could lose, telling him he will like something and then sending Gin to his room and leaving them alone.
Ukitake forced his eyes back to the mirror and grabbed a hair brush; all the time feeling Aizen’s eyes might be on them. After a while he called for his maid. The one that came to him wasn’t the one the brought Gin to his room, not the one he needed.
“I need you to call the other girl here.”
“Which one master?” The girl asked. Ukitake figures he probably asked a dumb question. There were quite a few of them serving him.
“I believe he means the one that was sent to fetch me.” Gin commented.
Ukitake nodded and after a short bow the servant girl left the room.
“I must say, your servants look much better then the rest in Hueco Mundo. Mine look downright depressing. So do Tousen’s and Orihime-chan’s.”
“Maybe your master knows he makes my life miserable enough all on him own so he sees no need in making my surrounding any more oppressing then they already are.” Ukitake answered in an annoyed tone.
“Maybe it’s love.” Gin grinned.
Ukitake fought back the impulse to stride over and punch Gin right in the ever smiling face. Instead he laughed bitterly. “In that case maybe it’s in my best interest to get him to hate me.”
“That wouldn’t do any good princess.” grin disappeared off Gin’s face. Silence fell upon the room like autumn’s heavy fog as the two just looked into each other’s eyes. Fearing to speak the words threatening to come out, fearing to come closer and doing their best to mask their feelings from the empty room.
Doors opened and with a small smile of contentment there as always, Aizen walked in.
“Now, now, what’s with the uncomfortable silence between two old friends? No memories to reminisce?” He looked from Ukitake who was trying to hide his trembling hands in long sleeves to Gin who has put on him best face of bewilderment.
“What do you want?” Ukitake asked just a bit too defensively. “Wish to rub in how my former lover betrayed me?”
Aizen silently walked over to Ukitake and tried to hake his hand, but when the other pulled away he grabbed him by the arm and pulled him towards Gin, once close enough he pushed his toy forward. Ukitake would have fallen on his knees had Gin not caught him in his arms.
Gin looked into Ukitake’s eyes but the other quickly looked down. “Oi, oi, this not a nice way to treat your doll.” He looked at Aizen, grin back on his face.
“Tell me Gin.” Aizen smiled. “How did you treat him?”
“Eh, that is a bit too private. If you are referring to what I think you are.”
“Let’s say I am. Tell me about it please.”
In Gin’s arms Ukitake started trembling. Gin was sure Aizen could see that but couldn’t see that he tightened his grip on Ukitake when he felt him tremble. He didn’t really mind talking about it. Had it been only the two of them there he would gladly give Aizen all the details. But talking about it with the one he was to talk about in the presence did seem just a bit cruel.
“Or even better,” Aizen chuckled, “Show me!”
Eyes widened in fear, Ukitake pushed himself out of Gin’s arms. He looked at Aizen. “You’re sick!” Disgust was more evident then fear in his voice. “Don’t even think I will go on with this.”
“You really have no say in this whatsoever.” Aizen stated calmly.
Panicked Ukitake looked from Gin to Aizen. Would Gin go along with this? Gin smiled and walked behind Ukitake. He leaned against his back and wrapped his arms around his waist. He smiled at Aizen.
“I’d love to show you how I treated him.” He licked behind Ukitake’s ear. “But you know, if this one doesn’t play along it just won’t be as it was. I never raped him.”
“I see.” Aizen got up and walked away. “Then I will leave. You two play nicely then.”
“Like hell! You see all that goes on in here!” Ukitake yelled.
“I just got bored of you.” Aizen said with a smile. “I guess it was inappropriate to ask that of Gin, but I thought I might like it.”
Ukitake was utterly confused. “What do you mean?”
“You stay here until we are done with Souls Society. But I don’t need you for anything other then that. This will still be your room, or if you will feel better you could go to Gin’s room.” He walked to the doors. “That is, if Gin wants you.” He closed the doors behind him.
Ukitake stared at closed doors, hand raised and finger still pointed at the place Aizen stood when he yelled at him, not entirely sure what to think. Behind him Gin held a face of anger until Ukitake turned around to look at him.
He smiled at Ukitake. “I just love how sweet you look when you are confused.” He let Ukitake out of his arms.
“Does this mean he won’t touch me again?” Ukitake asked hopefully.
“It might be safe to say so. Who know, he could change his mind one day.” But before Gin could say anything else Ukitake had already thrown himself back into his arms, and buried his face in the crook of his neck, sobbing slightly.
“There, there, you always cry so much. Like a girl. That is why these kinds of things happen to you.” Gin smiled and embraced Ukitake, but thanks to those words he got pinched quite painfully. “Hey, no violence!”
Ukitake got out of his arms. “How can you joke about that? Do you have any idea what I’ve been through?” But Gin pulled him back and crushed their lips together.
Ukitake moaned and responded instantly to the kiss. He wrapped his arms around Gin as if gripping onto his own life, tears still cascading from his eyes. Gin held him tighter and tighter as if wanting to break him, he broke the kiss and licked and nibbled Ukitake’s lower lip before tracing kissed down onto the sensitive skin of the neck.
Through soft moans Ukitake whispered “Please. Let’s go to your room.”
Hand on Ukitake’s hip and the other grasping a fist full of silky white hair, lips still on the neck, Gin murmured his approving response, but proved unwilling to release his lover at least enough so they could move.
“Come on.” Ukitake smiled at the younger man’s eagerness. “Let’s just get out of this room, I feel uncomfortable here.” He pressed his hands against Gin’s chest and gently nudged him away.
Gin smiled and nodded, took Ukitake’s hand and guided him out onto the long hallways of the palace.
First thing Ukitake noticed was that Gin’s room was as big and bright as his own, although it had different style of furniture. His room wasn’t made to look like some sort of display case for Aizen’s favorite toy. And his servants did look depressing in those simple grayish-green uniforms. Gin sent out the one servant that was in telling her that he is to be undisturbed.
“I like your room better.”
Gin smiled and pulled him into his arms. “It’s because of the memories you have of your own room. Anyone would like to be treated as if make of gold.”
“As long as they are not used in a way I was.” Ukitake began with a note of bitterness but his voice went soft. “Was. I like the idea of no longer being his sex slave. Although it’s still not complete freedom.” He noticed Gin’s eyes upon his face and added. “But one must really count one’s own blessings I guess.” He made a small smile.
Gin sighed and closed his eyes. He buried his face in the crook of Ukitake’s neck, once again tracing kisses. But Ukitake felt something was amiss. “What is wrong? You don’t seem too happy that you can have me again.” He frowned.
“Like you said, not complete freedom.” He looked into Ukitake’s eyes. “I wish you could be free. I wish you were never brought here.”
Still smiling sadly Ukitake nudged the tip of Gin’s nose with his own playfully before placing his lips over Gin in a haste kiss. “For now, I’m content with this.” He stepped away from Gin, undid his sash and opened up his robes, revealing his bare chest to Gin inviting him.
Gin enjoyed the sight of the slender naked form sprawled on his bed with only moments of hesitation. He crawled over Ukitake kissing a path from his belly up to his neck. His cold hands caressed the soft, silky skin, the touch making his lover moan and arch up.
Ukitake wanted Gin to lean over him, to feel his body press completely against his own. But Gin seamed to have been content with just teasing him. He threw his head back into the pillows and the hand he held at the back of Gin’s neck knitted fingers into the silver hair as Gin pressed his tongue against his nipple, drawing small circles around it, teasing it gently with his teeth.
“Please.” Ukitake breathed, his voice quivering. He took Gin’s hand and brought it to his lips, taking two fingers into his mouth he sucked them and coated them with his saliva. He didn’t mind looking Gin straight into the eyes, no need to bashfully avoid eye contact. “No teasing.” He spoke, Gin’s fingers still touching his lips.
Gin nodded, he positioned himself between his lover’s spread legs and pressed his two lubed finger against the entrance. He kissed Ukitake’s neck as he pushed in, listening to the soft hiss escape the parted lips. He felt somewhat sickened by the fact that there was no need for much preparation like before. Soon the older man raised his hips to impale himself as far as the fingers could go.
Gin supported himself on his arms, not leaning over his lover even when he was fully in, his eyes on the other’s pleasured expression. He ran his hand down Ukitake’s chest to grip his hard member and stroked it in turn with his thrusts. Ukitake threw his head back further into the pillows and brought his hands up to Gin’s shoulders, clasping them. His hips met Gin’s thrusts adding to their force.
Ukitake arched his back as he came into Gin’s hand, panting hard, eyes screwed shut and mouth open as he screamed Gin’s name. Gin followed him into the bliss of afterglow after only a few more short thrust. They cuddled as Ukitake actually asked to and Gin waited for his lover to fall silently asleep, caressing the long strands of hair and watching the beautiful face drift to dreams with a small smile.
He placed on more kiss on the sleeping man’s lips before he got up and looked into the armchair not far from the bed. “Did you have fun?”
As if slowly materializing into existence, the smiling figure of Aizen appeared in the chair, his head promoted on him hand, looking utterly amused.
“I’d love to show you how I treated him.” He licked behind Ukitake’s ear. “But you know, if this one doesn’t play along it just won’t be as it was. I never raped him.”
“I see.” Aizen got up and walked away. “Then I will leave. You two play nicely then.”
“Like hell! You see all that goes on in here!” Ukitake yelled. He suddenly fell silent; his eyes looked empty, hand still pointing at Aizen.
“Heh, your doing?” Gin looked over at Aizen.
“I will just make him compliant then. You know I could just leave him hypnotized like this and have you fuck him. But that wouldn’t be as it was. Right? So I will just tell him he is yours now and I’ve grown tired of him.”
Gin smiled all the while but felt truly sickened.
“Enjoy tonight. Be careful, I’ll wake him up now.”
Ukitake blinked a few times before he glared at Aizen.
“I just got bored of you.” Aizen said with a smile. “I guess it was inappropriate to ask that of Gin, but I thought I might like it.”
Ukitake was utterly confused. “What do you mean?”
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Author's note:
Now I can officially say what many might have guessed. This story is discontinued!
I’m really sorry. This chapter, I was kinda forcing myself to write it. And is written for all the wonderful people on ff.net who commented and asked for new chapters.
I really didn’t feel like posting a new chapter that would be just an author’s not and get people’s hopes up when they get notified about the new chapter through mail.
Rating: PG-15
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own insanity, and I make no money with this... or in any other way >_>
Summary: When Aizen left Soul Society he took Ukitake with him. He needed something to pass the time with, so now Ukitake is his sex-slave.
Pairing: Aizen x Ukitake, Gin x Ukitake
Author's Note: No beta! many, many mistakes. deal with it... -_-
Warning: Yaoi, OOC
Aizen pulled his toy up off the bed and into his arms. “What have you been doing lately?”
Ukitake swallowed. How could he know? Does he know? “Doing? I have absolutely nothing to do here.” Aizen raised an eyebrow and Ukitake continued. “There are people in charge of filling my bathtub, taking my clothes off and helping me in, helping me bathe and dressing me. All I’m allowed to do on my own is eat and use the bathroom.”
A smirk spread across Aizen’s face. He leaned closer to his toy, wrapping his arms around him. He pressed a haste kiss against his neck. “Well, back when you refused to eat there were people in charge of force feeding you.” He chuckled and cupped Ukitake’s face in his hands looking into his eyes.
“My espada are better warriors then your former comrades, the division captains. And I had one of them ordered to force feed you. My dear, I’d say you are special in a way.”
“In a way? Like I’m a princess or something? Your sick fantasy.”
“Like you are mine!” He pushed Ukitake back onto the bed. “And as such you are treated as a priceless possession in such a special way.” He climbed over the stunned and dazed body. He leaned to kiss Ukitake’s lips but as the other turned away he kissed his neck and jaw line instead. “But what I truly want to know is...” He pinned Ukitake’s hands over his head, “How come you’ve regained your nerve.”
Ukitake bit his lip. After his talk with Gin he did start retorting again, he got a little overconfident. “I have nothing to lose.”
“Oh, but I think you do.” Aizen chuckled viciously. He got off the bed and called for one of the servants.
A young woman with empty soulless eyes walked in and bowed to Aizen. She didn’t seem one bit concerned that a man lay sprawled on the bed. Ukitake recognized her as one of his maids. Most of the servants left to take care of him were female and unlike the servants in the rest of Hueco Mundo who were dressed in dark greenish-gray, his wore light shades of golden and blue.
Across the large room Aizen walked over to her and gave her some silent instruction. Experience alone was enough, but instinct too told Ukitake something was amiss. Aizen looked back and smiled at the eyes fixed upon him from the bed. “Don’t worry.” He said as the maid left the room. “I’m sure you will unreservedly enjoy this.” Then he too left the room.
Ukitake got up and fixed his clothes back together. Aizen’s hands were always on him when they were close. Seemingly Aizen simply enjoyed touching him. Frowning he walked over to the mirror and undid his hair. Long white strands came loose over his shoulders and down his back. He sighed wondering what Aizen meant.
A few minutes later, still sitting in front of the mirror, Ukitake heard the doors open. Led into his room by the maid Aizen sent out was Gin. The expression on Gin’s face was the same as ever, one of amused anticipation. But Ukitake knew all too well there was so much more to it.
“Why are you here?” He kept his voice cold and official.
Gin curiously looked around the room and strolled right pass Ukitake to take a seat. Once down he finally answered, seeing Ukitake’s eyes were still upon him. “I was summoned here.”
Ukitake raised an eyebrow.
“By your master.” Gin smiled.
A lump formed itself in Ukitake’s throat. He went pale. Was that it? Did Aizen find out? He shook his head. It couldn’t be.
Gin noted something was wrong. Ukitake being annoyed was one thing, but looking worried and unnerved was another. Not daring to ask or change his expression, Gin returned to curiously observing the room, praying Ukitake would get a hint and not try to discuss their previous encounter out of possibly panic.
He needn’t worry, Ukitake too read the situation. Aizen thinking there is still something he could lose, telling him he will like something and then sending Gin to his room and leaving them alone.
Ukitake forced his eyes back to the mirror and grabbed a hair brush; all the time feeling Aizen’s eyes might be on them. After a while he called for his maid. The one that came to him wasn’t the one the brought Gin to his room, not the one he needed.
“I need you to call the other girl here.”
“Which one master?” The girl asked. Ukitake figures he probably asked a dumb question. There were quite a few of them serving him.
“I believe he means the one that was sent to fetch me.” Gin commented.
Ukitake nodded and after a short bow the servant girl left the room.
“I must say, your servants look much better then the rest in Hueco Mundo. Mine look downright depressing. So do Tousen’s and Orihime-chan’s.”
“Maybe your master knows he makes my life miserable enough all on him own so he sees no need in making my surrounding any more oppressing then they already are.” Ukitake answered in an annoyed tone.
“Maybe it’s love.” Gin grinned.
Ukitake fought back the impulse to stride over and punch Gin right in the ever smiling face. Instead he laughed bitterly. “In that case maybe it’s in my best interest to get him to hate me.”
“That wouldn’t do any good princess.” grin disappeared off Gin’s face. Silence fell upon the room like autumn’s heavy fog as the two just looked into each other’s eyes. Fearing to speak the words threatening to come out, fearing to come closer and doing their best to mask their feelings from the empty room.
Doors opened and with a small smile of contentment there as always, Aizen walked in.
“Now, now, what’s with the uncomfortable silence between two old friends? No memories to reminisce?” He looked from Ukitake who was trying to hide his trembling hands in long sleeves to Gin who has put on him best face of bewilderment.
“What do you want?” Ukitake asked just a bit too defensively. “Wish to rub in how my former lover betrayed me?”
Aizen silently walked over to Ukitake and tried to hake his hand, but when the other pulled away he grabbed him by the arm and pulled him towards Gin, once close enough he pushed his toy forward. Ukitake would have fallen on his knees had Gin not caught him in his arms.
Gin looked into Ukitake’s eyes but the other quickly looked down. “Oi, oi, this not a nice way to treat your doll.” He looked at Aizen, grin back on his face.
“Tell me Gin.” Aizen smiled. “How did you treat him?”
“Eh, that is a bit too private. If you are referring to what I think you are.”
“Let’s say I am. Tell me about it please.”
In Gin’s arms Ukitake started trembling. Gin was sure Aizen could see that but couldn’t see that he tightened his grip on Ukitake when he felt him tremble. He didn’t really mind talking about it. Had it been only the two of them there he would gladly give Aizen all the details. But talking about it with the one he was to talk about in the presence did seem just a bit cruel.
“Or even better,” Aizen chuckled, “Show me!”
Eyes widened in fear, Ukitake pushed himself out of Gin’s arms. He looked at Aizen. “You’re sick!” Disgust was more evident then fear in his voice. “Don’t even think I will go on with this.”
“You really have no say in this whatsoever.” Aizen stated calmly.
Panicked Ukitake looked from Gin to Aizen. Would Gin go along with this? Gin smiled and walked behind Ukitake. He leaned against his back and wrapped his arms around his waist. He smiled at Aizen.
“I’d love to show you how I treated him.” He licked behind Ukitake’s ear. “But you know, if this one doesn’t play along it just won’t be as it was. I never raped him.”
“I see.” Aizen got up and walked away. “Then I will leave. You two play nicely then.”
“Like hell! You see all that goes on in here!” Ukitake yelled.
“I just got bored of you.” Aizen said with a smile. “I guess it was inappropriate to ask that of Gin, but I thought I might like it.”
Ukitake was utterly confused. “What do you mean?”
“You stay here until we are done with Souls Society. But I don’t need you for anything other then that. This will still be your room, or if you will feel better you could go to Gin’s room.” He walked to the doors. “That is, if Gin wants you.” He closed the doors behind him.
Ukitake stared at closed doors, hand raised and finger still pointed at the place Aizen stood when he yelled at him, not entirely sure what to think. Behind him Gin held a face of anger until Ukitake turned around to look at him.
He smiled at Ukitake. “I just love how sweet you look when you are confused.” He let Ukitake out of his arms.
“Does this mean he won’t touch me again?” Ukitake asked hopefully.
“It might be safe to say so. Who know, he could change his mind one day.” But before Gin could say anything else Ukitake had already thrown himself back into his arms, and buried his face in the crook of his neck, sobbing slightly.
“There, there, you always cry so much. Like a girl. That is why these kinds of things happen to you.” Gin smiled and embraced Ukitake, but thanks to those words he got pinched quite painfully. “Hey, no violence!”
Ukitake got out of his arms. “How can you joke about that? Do you have any idea what I’ve been through?” But Gin pulled him back and crushed their lips together.
Ukitake moaned and responded instantly to the kiss. He wrapped his arms around Gin as if gripping onto his own life, tears still cascading from his eyes. Gin held him tighter and tighter as if wanting to break him, he broke the kiss and licked and nibbled Ukitake’s lower lip before tracing kissed down onto the sensitive skin of the neck.
Through soft moans Ukitake whispered “Please. Let’s go to your room.”
Hand on Ukitake’s hip and the other grasping a fist full of silky white hair, lips still on the neck, Gin murmured his approving response, but proved unwilling to release his lover at least enough so they could move.
“Come on.” Ukitake smiled at the younger man’s eagerness. “Let’s just get out of this room, I feel uncomfortable here.” He pressed his hands against Gin’s chest and gently nudged him away.
Gin smiled and nodded, took Ukitake’s hand and guided him out onto the long hallways of the palace.
First thing Ukitake noticed was that Gin’s room was as big and bright as his own, although it had different style of furniture. His room wasn’t made to look like some sort of display case for Aizen’s favorite toy. And his servants did look depressing in those simple grayish-green uniforms. Gin sent out the one servant that was in telling her that he is to be undisturbed.
“I like your room better.”
Gin smiled and pulled him into his arms. “It’s because of the memories you have of your own room. Anyone would like to be treated as if make of gold.”
“As long as they are not used in a way I was.” Ukitake began with a note of bitterness but his voice went soft. “Was. I like the idea of no longer being his sex slave. Although it’s still not complete freedom.” He noticed Gin’s eyes upon his face and added. “But one must really count one’s own blessings I guess.” He made a small smile.
Gin sighed and closed his eyes. He buried his face in the crook of Ukitake’s neck, once again tracing kisses. But Ukitake felt something was amiss. “What is wrong? You don’t seem too happy that you can have me again.” He frowned.
“Like you said, not complete freedom.” He looked into Ukitake’s eyes. “I wish you could be free. I wish you were never brought here.”
Still smiling sadly Ukitake nudged the tip of Gin’s nose with his own playfully before placing his lips over Gin in a haste kiss. “For now, I’m content with this.” He stepped away from Gin, undid his sash and opened up his robes, revealing his bare chest to Gin inviting him.
Gin enjoyed the sight of the slender naked form sprawled on his bed with only moments of hesitation. He crawled over Ukitake kissing a path from his belly up to his neck. His cold hands caressed the soft, silky skin, the touch making his lover moan and arch up.
Ukitake wanted Gin to lean over him, to feel his body press completely against his own. But Gin seamed to have been content with just teasing him. He threw his head back into the pillows and the hand he held at the back of Gin’s neck knitted fingers into the silver hair as Gin pressed his tongue against his nipple, drawing small circles around it, teasing it gently with his teeth.
“Please.” Ukitake breathed, his voice quivering. He took Gin’s hand and brought it to his lips, taking two fingers into his mouth he sucked them and coated them with his saliva. He didn’t mind looking Gin straight into the eyes, no need to bashfully avoid eye contact. “No teasing.” He spoke, Gin’s fingers still touching his lips.
Gin nodded, he positioned himself between his lover’s spread legs and pressed his two lubed finger against the entrance. He kissed Ukitake’s neck as he pushed in, listening to the soft hiss escape the parted lips. He felt somewhat sickened by the fact that there was no need for much preparation like before. Soon the older man raised his hips to impale himself as far as the fingers could go.
Gin supported himself on his arms, not leaning over his lover even when he was fully in, his eyes on the other’s pleasured expression. He ran his hand down Ukitake’s chest to grip his hard member and stroked it in turn with his thrusts. Ukitake threw his head back further into the pillows and brought his hands up to Gin’s shoulders, clasping them. His hips met Gin’s thrusts adding to their force.
Ukitake arched his back as he came into Gin’s hand, panting hard, eyes screwed shut and mouth open as he screamed Gin’s name. Gin followed him into the bliss of afterglow after only a few more short thrust. They cuddled as Ukitake actually asked to and Gin waited for his lover to fall silently asleep, caressing the long strands of hair and watching the beautiful face drift to dreams with a small smile.
He placed on more kiss on the sleeping man’s lips before he got up and looked into the armchair not far from the bed. “Did you have fun?”
As if slowly materializing into existence, the smiling figure of Aizen appeared in the chair, his head promoted on him hand, looking utterly amused.
“I’d love to show you how I treated him.” He licked behind Ukitake’s ear. “But you know, if this one doesn’t play along it just won’t be as it was. I never raped him.”
“I see.” Aizen got up and walked away. “Then I will leave. You two play nicely then.”
“Like hell! You see all that goes on in here!” Ukitake yelled. He suddenly fell silent; his eyes looked empty, hand still pointing at Aizen.
“Heh, your doing?” Gin looked over at Aizen.
“I will just make him compliant then. You know I could just leave him hypnotized like this and have you fuck him. But that wouldn’t be as it was. Right? So I will just tell him he is yours now and I’ve grown tired of him.”
Gin smiled all the while but felt truly sickened.
“Enjoy tonight. Be careful, I’ll wake him up now.”
Ukitake blinked a few times before he glared at Aizen.
“I just got bored of you.” Aizen said with a smile. “I guess it was inappropriate to ask that of Gin, but I thought I might like it.”
Ukitake was utterly confused. “What do you mean?”
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Author's note:
Now I can officially say what many might have guessed. This story is discontinued!
I’m really sorry. This chapter, I was kinda forcing myself to write it. And is written for all the wonderful people on ff.net who commented and asked for new chapters.
I really didn’t feel like posting a new chapter that would be just an author’s not and get people’s hopes up when they get notified about the new chapter through mail.