Bloody Kiss
Author: haruyan
Title: Bloody Kiss
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Gin/Izuru (but it could be any)
Summary: For the bleachedblackk fic exchange. For
beautifvl_flaw
He always made me bleed. Even without meaning to, he always drew out that precious liquid out of my body and watched it stain my clothes, the floor, the desk, the futon...
I wondered if it was some form of fetish, but I realized that it was just looking for submission, of my body and soul, and he made that clear through the pain he would cause me. Pain mixed with pleasure, extreme pain, intangible pain....
Even his kisses were painful. He'd nibble and bite my lower lip until it bled and then complimented me on how good my lips looked stained with red.
He was a sick bastard, oh but how I loved him...
Even a simple paper cut was sensual; even when I was in the arms of another, I would beg and pleas for their thrusts to be harder until my insides teared and there would be a mixture of red and white in the end.
Sick. I was sick but he'd made me that way.
Memories of sweet whispers and cold nights in warm arms crossed my head as I lay there. Bleeding and dying this time, to protect Karakura and Soul Society. I knew who was the enemy, so why was I remembering him so fondly?
He stood over me, licking his lips in delight. Is this turning you on you sick fuck? I bet it is. I hope it is.
He kneels and mutters how he always knew that red fitted me so very well, and kissed my bloody lips again, his taste and the taste of my life mixing together.
As the kiss becomes more passionate I bite hard and he recoils with a choked cry, surprised at my actions. His lip is bleeding that ugly color and I smirk back at him.
"Red is so not your color...."
Pay back's a bitch.
END
Title: Bloody Kiss
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Gin/Izuru (but it could be any)
Summary: For the bleachedblackk fic exchange. For
beautifvl_flaw
He always made me bleed. Even without meaning to, he always drew out that precious liquid out of my body and watched it stain my clothes, the floor, the desk, the futon...
I wondered if it was some form of fetish, but I realized that it was just looking for submission, of my body and soul, and he made that clear through the pain he would cause me. Pain mixed with pleasure, extreme pain, intangible pain....
Even his kisses were painful. He'd nibble and bite my lower lip until it bled and then complimented me on how good my lips looked stained with red.
He was a sick bastard, oh but how I loved him...
Even a simple paper cut was sensual; even when I was in the arms of another, I would beg and pleas for their thrusts to be harder until my insides teared and there would be a mixture of red and white in the end.
Sick. I was sick but he'd made me that way.
Memories of sweet whispers and cold nights in warm arms crossed my head as I lay there. Bleeding and dying this time, to protect Karakura and Soul Society. I knew who was the enemy, so why was I remembering him so fondly?
He stood over me, licking his lips in delight. Is this turning you on you sick fuck? I bet it is. I hope it is.
He kneels and mutters how he always knew that red fitted me so very well, and kissed my bloody lips again, his taste and the taste of my life mixing together.
As the kiss becomes more passionate I bite hard and he recoils with a choked cry, surprised at my actions. His lip is bleeding that ugly color and I smirk back at him.
"Red is so not your color...."
Pay back's a bitch.
END