Necrophobia (Bleach, Aizen/Kira)

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Title: Necrophobia
Author: hate_heraclitus
Recipient: Frincess
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Aizen/Kira, implied Gin/Kira
Warnings: Humiliation, mindfuck, dubcon, graphic sex, disturbing.
Summary: Aizen knows Gin wants to be the one to break Kira but he enjoys seeing how far he'll bend.

Kira rubbed at the marks on his neck. They didn't go away. Gin and his strange kinks. He'd choked him until he nearly passed out.

Whatcha crying for, Izuru? You've gotta face your fears.

The trouble with fear of death is, it's a fear you can only face once. And all other lesser fears, like, say, Aizen appearing from nowhere with one of his magic sword tricks, paled in comparison.

"Captain Aizen," Kira said, pulling his uniform tighter around his neck. "What can I do for you?"

Aizen brought himself behind him in one step. Close enough to hug, kiss or kill. "I want you to undress."

"Why?!" Kira said, then caught himself. "I mean, why is that, Captain Aizen?"

"Because I want to see you naked."

"What... What for?"

"I'd like to see my Vice Captain's handiwork."

"Sir, I have no obligation to-"

"You know, Gin tells me how much you protest when he plays his little games with you. But he also tells me that it's all part of the fun. For him and for you. So don't be tiresome."

Kira glared and removed the top half of his uniform. He stepped out of his sandals to stand in socks on the floor. Aizen stepped even closer when Kira's hand paused over the trousers. Aizen hooked his finger in the tie.

"Are you wearing underwear?" Aizen asked.

Kira blushed and watched Aizen's hand toy with the knot that was all that was keeping him covered. "No."

"Gin ridded you of that habit quickly." Aizen undid the knot and watched Kira's clothes fall away. "He's been very busy," Aizen said, approvingly. He ran his finger over Kira's body, connecting a bite mark on his hip to rope burn around his thigh. Kira stared dutifully at the floor as Aizen examined him.

"Sit on your bed," Aizen said.

"Yes, Captain Aizen."

"Now. Lie on your front."

Kira rolled over and pushed his red face into the mattress. Aizen's breath tickled his back as his hands pawed at his buttocks.

"You're impeccably clean," Aizen said, and dipped his tongue into the crevice of Kira's ass. "You've been making sure you're always prepared for Gin's appetites."

Kira balled his hands into fists. Why would Aizen attribute everything about him to Gin? Gin always complimented him on his cleanliness, of course, but he'd always been that way. He still had soap under his nails form this morning.

"Are you angry, Vice Captain Izuru?"

"What do you want, Captain Aizen?"

"I'm here to help you with your fears. Gin expects more durability from his playthings. And I hate to see my subordinates dissatisfied."

"I'm not a plaything."

"No?" Aizen lifted Kira up a little, to fondle him. Kira flushed with shame as he reacted to the touch, hardening in Aizen's hand. "Then what are you?"

"I'm-" Kira pushed his ass back into Aizen.

You really love being fucked, don'tcha?

I'm what? Gin cares about me? That was such a childish thing to say. Aizen would laugh.

"I'm not," he said. "I do those things with Gin because I want to."

"I'm sure you think that. Pull the sheet back, Izuru."

Aizen wrapped an arm around Kira's waist as he shuffled forward to do so. He reached out and drew his hand back as he saw movement under the sheet. What had Aizen brought in here? He steadied himself on the arm around his waist, clearly it was there to restrain him.

"Go on," Aizen said.

Best to get it over with. Kira grabbed the edge of the sheet and yanked it down. He bolted as soon as he saw what was under it. But Aizen was there to restrain him, of course. The movement had been a hand, gripping the mattress to pull itself forward. Kira stared, the image simply not making sense for a moment. He was under the sheet. Exactly as he was now, completely nude, but this him had a cut on his scalp. As if someone had hit him on the skull with the edge of their sword. It bled furiously, like head wounds do, leaving his hair a sticky mess. The stricken expression was so familiar, it was like looking in a mirror.

Kira screamed until Aizen clapped a hand over his mouth. Kira watched, eyes strained wide open as his mirror image opened his mouth and let out small, whimpering sounds. Kira whined behind Aizen's hand.

"Shhh..." Aizen said.

Kira shut his eyes against the sight of himself half-dead like that. Be rational. It's not real. It has to be just another illusion created by Aizen's sword.

Yeah, he got me a few times with that sword o' his. Be nice to my captain, eh, Izuru?

Kira tried to squirm out of Aizen's grip. He couldn't do it by force, but maybe he could make himself too wriggly to keep ahold of. Aizen uncovered Kira's mouth and shoved Kira forward by the back of the head. Kira's cheek slapped against the chest of his replica. The replica heaved out a few unhealthy gasps and brought his hand toward Kira's face. Aizen let him scream this time, let him scream his throat raw.

"Are you quite done?" Aizen said.

Kira turned his head and opened his eyes so he could stare pleadingly at Aizen.

"Is this the only thing you're afraid of?" Aizen said, quite unconcerned. "You're not afraid of Gin. Or me. But this..." Aizen stroked Kira's hair, just where the scalp was bleeding on his replica.

Kira let his eyes focus on Aizen. "No," he said. Aizen hadn't finished with him yet, maybe he could keep him talking. Maybe Aizen didn't really intend to crack his skull open and leave him here for dead, but that wasn't a risk he wanted to take. If he kept him talking, Gin would come eventually. And Gin would stop that, right? "Why did I have to be naked for this?"

"I find people are more obedient when they're naked," Aizen said. "With the exception of Gin."

Kira covered his crotch with his hand, underneath him. It was impossible not to think of Aizen ordering his subordinates to strip. Gin and Tousen. Hm. Aizen certainly liked to surround himself with handsome men, whatever he claimed his real purpose was. And now he couldn't stop thinking about what the three of them got up to.

"Mm," he bit his lip and rubbed his hand over his cock. That had certainly taken his mind off what was happening.

Aizen shifted, so Kira could feel a very significant heat against his buttocks."Whoever thought you'd be like this behind closed doors?" he said, shifting his uniform so his cock was pressed bare against
Kira. "It's a pity I have to keep things from Hinamori. No doubt she'd presently surprise me too."

Kira twitched, brought out of his thoughts at the mention of Hinamori. Even if all he could do was quietly disapprove of the way Aizen treated her. Aizen didn't seem to notice. He simply grabbed Kira's hair and pulled him into a kiss. He was surprised by how normal and gentle it was. Gin was a biter.

"You're so lovely," Aizen said, pulling Kira's arms behind his back so he had full control of them. "You look almost delicate, less so when I can see all of the musculature here, but when you're wearing your uniform... The other men here must see that as an invitation to think you're weak, They must always be trying to dominate you."

"No, sir."

"Really? You never find that they question your authority? Or try to touch you to show that they can?"

"I'm not sure what you're getting at, sir."

Aizen positioned the tip of his cock against Kira's hole, just ready to enter. "Of course you do, Izuru. Don't be naive. It's an old-fashioned view of what represents dominance," Aizen said. "But I'm sure it's still as effective."

Ah.. Gin liked to tease him like that sometimes. D'you watch the other boys when you bathe? Do any of them watch you? It seemed a lot more sinister coming from Aizen, somehow.

"Of course not," Kira said.

"No, I suppose they wouldn't. You have quite the formidable captain."

"I'm a vice captain, sir. No one has any reason to doubt my authority."

"You're a vice captain who's so afraid of death he'd do almost anything," Aizen said. With that, he thrust into him. There was that familiar soreness as his body settled. It had to pinch at Aizen too, he'd had nothing to ease his way inside except pre-come. Not that it would bother Aizen. It never bothered Gin and Aizen was considerable stronger. Kira moaned, forcing himself to stay still so he could stay just feel him inside him for a little while. That intimate sting would be there the whole time. Kira rocked a little, to aggravate it.

Aizen released his arms so suddenly, Kira fell forward and landed with his hands splayed on his fake body. He eyes opened in shock for just a second and saw the replica making small, silent pleas. No... It's just a sword. He tried to place his hands differently but Aizen had already shifted. He was at a better angle now, the one Gin used when he wanted Kira to feel him for days afterward. Aizen plunged into him, thrusting deeper.

Kira let out a helpless little moan. He could feel his hair under his left hand, the tacky patch of blood.

"I'll cure you," Aizen said, between the noises of enjoying Kira's body. "Put your hands around his neck."

"No!" Kira snatched his hands away as Aizen tried to pull them, and landed flat on his face. Aizen thrust into him a couple more times while he was down, face stuck to the replica's skin.

"So your subordinates are right," Aizen said. "You are a weak vice captain."

"That's not what they think," Kira said, struggling back up.

"They certainly have a lot to say about you when you're not there to hear. You'd be shocked at the things I overhear..." Aizen took both of Kira's hands in a solid grip and placed them at the replica's throat. "You'd be even more shocked if, one day, they decided to do those things to you."

Aizen continued to move. Kira rocked back into the motions, as came naturally to him. The absolute repulsion fighting the need to be full and fucked. Aizen curled Izuru's hands around the replica's throats.

"'You aren't going to scream for me again?" he said, voice breathier but just as composed.

Kira shook his head and squeezed the throat in front of him. It felt a lot more delicate than he'd thought. Was he really that easy to kill? It tugged at his hands, but the touch was as soft as butterfly wings. Kira squeezed tighter, watching his face struggle for air, then twisted his hands and snapped his neck.

"Well done..." Aizen said, reaching around Kira to find him completely flaccid again. "A shame," he said. Aizen orgasmed with a long, luxurious groan and pulled out of him so that Kira felt the still-warm sperm leak onto his leg. He finally returned to look the sword to look like what it was and lifted it away from the bed.

"Death only happens once," Aizen said. "You should fear life, and all the things that can happen in it."