Bleach; Aizen Sousuke/Ulquiorra
Title: Passionate Devotion
Author: shinigamikender
Rating: R
Theme: Passion
Length: 353
He'd seen the look of possession, the prideful look of his most loyal allankar. This allankar who'd promised to do anything for him, who'd approached him to tell him and show him just that. It amused him it had come to this. That he had raised those subservient eyes and told him openly of his defiance. That he had refused to do the one thing Aizen had commanded him to do.
Out of jealousy? Aizen mused, fingers tracing along the allankar's slender form, still soft, the boy's body still so immature compared to some of his brothers.
Jealousy. Hollows could feel that. Jealousy, anger, hatred, pain... The second hand slid down to grasp the pale cock of his first and most loyal. He smiled, as the flesh grew stiffer, his normally stoic allankar making a soft sound, a whimper of sorts driven back down like his writhing usually was.
"So Kurosaki Ichigo was trash, was he?" His mouth tracing along the back of Ulquiorra's neck, circling precariously around the allankar's hollow hole, teeth catching maliciously on the hardened rim as his subordinate gave assent to the question.
"Yes, Aizen-sama," the cold voice that had announced the decision so firmly in the face of his brothers trembled with hesitance at the sudden burst of pain. Pale hands, defined only by their size and the black coloration of their nails, shook, grasping for something they couldn't quite find beneath them as they hung by his sides. His body was limp like a doll's in his master's arms, moving only to accommodate for his pleasure.
"Is that so?" Aizen whispered, breath warm on the pain he had given the allankar as his fingers slowly began to pump him.
"Y-" the voice faltered as he writhed under Aizen's touch and he gave up on words and protests altogether.
Aizen's grin grew darker. Hinamori's blind adoration. Tousen's mindless faith. He had used them both and so many others. As the allankar's soft movements awoke his own erection, he wondered just how he'd abuse this jealous devotion. And how it would destroy the pale form that straddled his own.
Author: shinigamikender
Rating: R
Theme: Passion
Length: 353
He'd seen the look of possession, the prideful look of his most loyal allankar. This allankar who'd promised to do anything for him, who'd approached him to tell him and show him just that. It amused him it had come to this. That he had raised those subservient eyes and told him openly of his defiance. That he had refused to do the one thing Aizen had commanded him to do.
Out of jealousy? Aizen mused, fingers tracing along the allankar's slender form, still soft, the boy's body still so immature compared to some of his brothers.
Jealousy. Hollows could feel that. Jealousy, anger, hatred, pain... The second hand slid down to grasp the pale cock of his first and most loyal. He smiled, as the flesh grew stiffer, his normally stoic allankar making a soft sound, a whimper of sorts driven back down like his writhing usually was.
"So Kurosaki Ichigo was trash, was he?" His mouth tracing along the back of Ulquiorra's neck, circling precariously around the allankar's hollow hole, teeth catching maliciously on the hardened rim as his subordinate gave assent to the question.
"Yes, Aizen-sama," the cold voice that had announced the decision so firmly in the face of his brothers trembled with hesitance at the sudden burst of pain. Pale hands, defined only by their size and the black coloration of their nails, shook, grasping for something they couldn't quite find beneath them as they hung by his sides. His body was limp like a doll's in his master's arms, moving only to accommodate for his pleasure.
"Is that so?" Aizen whispered, breath warm on the pain he had given the allankar as his fingers slowly began to pump him.
"Y-" the voice faltered as he writhed under Aizen's touch and he gave up on words and protests altogether.
Aizen's grin grew darker. Hinamori's blind adoration. Tousen's mindless faith. He had used them both and so many others. As the allankar's soft movements awoke his own erection, he wondered just how he'd abuse this jealous devotion. And how it would destroy the pale form that straddled his own.