Bleach Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Desires ❯ Primal: Aizen ( Chapter 11 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Bleach x Inuyasha

These are one shots - possibly more shots, depending on how favoured the story is - involving various characters in Devil Within

Trying to figure out what is the most favoured pairing with "captions" of what could be.

WARNING

yaoi - male x male, hinted..

Intro: The emotions felt were so primitive... without thought... primal

Sex was the easiest means of manipulating other beings. And for a master manipulator like himself, the act of sex was almost child's play in Sosuke's mind.

Particularly when the other was so agreeable.

This thought trickled through his mind as the brunette stripped the other of the lightweight clothing that the slender, smaller being, was wearing. The shirt came first exposing pale almost colorless skin to his dark eyes though that skin itself was beginning to gain color at the rush of blood beneath the thin sheath, a flush that was making the other seem more alive than half dead. Still the other was immaculate. Aizen could see the other's ribs underneath the shadow of the arms and there was hardly any muscle present, a thin wiry muscling that professed something of a reliance on speed and agility rather than the brute strength needed in hand to hand combat.

Sosuke himself preferred not to get his hands dirty but had kept himself fit for the simple reason that one could never tell when a well planned scheme, a plot, could slip up through the antics of others. If he had to, he could fight like any other and viciously at that.

But it was by keeping ones like this insolent child complacent that made sure his own fighting would be a last resort.

The mewl was a sound somewhere caught between pleasure and pain as his teeth closed upon the perk nipple biting down hard enough to undoubtedly hurt… any tighter and his teeth could have pierced through the delicate skin. That gave birth to the sound of pain. It was the feel of his tongue first lapping at the perk little stone that the nipple had became and then snaking out between the loosening gap of his teeth to follow the encircling ridge of darker skin surrounding the nipple that drew the sound of pleasure from the other's throat. Fingers tightened within his chocolate brown hair, fingernails scraping hard enough that they could have drawn blood had they not been blunted down from the other's constant habit of biting at the digits.

His hands sliding around the other's slender, lighter frame, a touch that would have been reassuring if it had come from anyone but Sosuke himself… his fingers hooking over the other's bottoms. There was a sound of protest, muffled as teeth sank into the other's bottom lip, and yet there was no denying the hesitation within the other's barely opened eyes. Hesitation that told Sosuke the other wasn't quite under the thrall and yet not quite strong enough to break free of the hold that Aizen had woven. But behind that hesitation was desire that was quickly budding… like so many others Sosuke's persona appealed to the other for the simple base fact that the weak relished been in the presence of the strong.

The fearful sought the fearless.

It was so easy.

No it was pathetic how easy the other had become in been manipulated. Oh certainly the other was capable of working out the plots that Aizen himself had thrown over Soul Society however that was simply due to the fact that he had included the other in his plans. Something that Tousen had never had the literary of claiming though it wasn't simply because the 9th Captain, former 9th Captain, was blind that Aizen had excluded the 9th in his plans. More it had to do with the fact that he had always had an affinity for the 3rd Division… and as such had moved to have his lieutenant placed there.

His lieutenant who was wriggling beneath Aizen now, in a blatant demand for more.

-.- -.- SCENE CHANGE -.- -.-

"It is strange to see you here, Shinigami."

The voice was a low rumble, slow and baritone, and certainly fit the King of Las Noches. Baraggan had always considered himself with that position even if it had been overhauled by that brunette Shinigami, the rogue Captain that had turned so many of his fellow Hollows into Arrancar and Espada. A part of Baraggan still rebelled at the presence of the brunette Shinigami for the man had more or less thrown Baraggan out, out of home and power, and yet somehow even that transgression seemed to be well in the past.

His attention instead was focused entirely upon the tiny figure, and the being was small, that had appeared behind his throne with all the insolence of the brunette though not quite the same arrogance. This one was not like the brunette in this second Shinigami was female not male… and not arrogant for it seemed that this particular Shinigami knew when to show respect. On either side Baraggan could feel his Fracción watching the female Shinigami waiting for the rouse of bowing, for the female had dropped to one knee, to be forsaken and an attack to be dealt upon his person.

After all the brunette male had never mentioned of another, a fourth, associate of the Shinigami race.

"Why 2nd Espada?" The woman's voice was soft. "Are you truly surprised to see another Shinigami here when there are three already inhabiting your formal castle?"

A sense of anger rippled through Baraggan but it was an anger that felt suddenly too strong, too intense, and not quite of himself. He was like the others certainly in that violence was the best way of dealing with the unknown but he had always prided himself on been capable of maintaining some control, some relational thought rather than acting on impulse. Anger wilted into concern and a sense of way caution… this was not some weakling then despite the almost non-existent spiritual energy.

But that didn't keep his voice civil. "What do you want Shinigami?"

"Sosuke Aizen." The voice was low, the head not lifting from starring at the ground.

Baraggan paused. Had this one come to kill that insolent brunette. "Aizen doesn't answer to anyone. Who are you girl to demand his attention?"

This time the head raised, a pair of piercing too-bright blue eyes meeting Baraggan's own gaze. "Who am I? I am…"

-.- -.- SCENE CHANGE -.- -.-

Las Noches was interesting. There was no denying that… nor his new toys.

Breathe escaping through pursed lips as the fusing, and there was no other word for what the purple haired Arrancar that Baraggan Luisenbarn had sent with her… Charlotte something or another… waited at the massive doorway she couldn't help but smirk slightly. Really some things did not change. The man she had come to see was always intent on using images, of using one's perceptions against them… manipulating the mind into believing what they saw as real. What could be nothing but a dump, or a prison, seeming to be a castle with the implementation of walls and some scenery. She could have laughed if not for the bulky Arrancar's presence.

How long would it take an intruder to know their way around this place. She had been capable of locating the old king of Las Noches because of her own unique abilities… which had sensed the reverence given to Baraggan by his followers. "You can go now."

She could tell the Arrancar was about to protest and didn't even bother in hiding the grin now as her energy flared out in response to the unspoken challenge. Eyes flashed wide before with a jerky dip of the head the Arrancar departed… how would Baraggan take to knowing she was no weakling was something that she wanted to see. And yet there was something else she wanted more than watching the 2nd Espada literally freak upon learning that there was another powerful Shinigami within his former kingdom.

Pain… sharp pain… that was the sensation that ran through Gin Ichimaru as his much smaller, more slender and lightweight, frame was rocked with each thrust of the brown haired man within him. It had begun as it always had and the brunette had been gentle, well as gentle as Captain Aizen could be when the other wasn't consumed with maintaining some façade, but that had faded so quickly. The thrusts were brushing and harsh, driving the brunette so deep within Ichimaru that the silver haired Shinigami was certain if he wasn't used to the intrusion something would have torn horribly under the invasion.

That was the thing. The brunette had not even bothered in giving Gin even a chance of protest, or to prepare him. Rather the second that the silver haired Shinigami had found himself stripped of his clothes he had found himself on his back on the massive bed, large hands hooking his legs over the other's shoulders and leaving him completely off balance. His shoulders pressing against the mattress if Aizen moved any closer a part of Ichimaru felt that he was end up been almost standing on his head, for expect for his shoulders themselves very little of his torso and none of his hips and lower half was upon the mattress. It left him open, and more vulnerable to the pain.

But his soft yelps of pain didn't seem to matter to the brunette… no if anything the sounds only seemed to spur the brunette on.

So caught up was he within his own pain, his cyan blue eyes clenching shut, that Ichimaru jumped at the sudden feather soft touch against his chest. It was a gentle caress so soft that if not for the grazing bite of fingernails Ichimaru was more than willing to believe that it was a figment of his imagination… his mind confusing the touch of Rangiku rather than the male inside him. Stretching him painfully… but submission was something that Ichimaru knew well around the brunette… for it was a means of keeping alive, seeming not to be a threat for his own cruel cunning.

But the touch didn't belong to Aizen. The hand was too small and too gentle, Aizen only touched him to inflcit pain… a pinch of the nipple or even twisting the delicate nub and yet this sudden stranger touch was soft, delicate and almost teasing. Fingernails brushed against his right nipple, not pinching but rolling it enough to cause him to shutter at the sensation. It was such a change that Ichimaru wasn't sure if the sound that escaped him was pain or pleasure… he decided a little bit of both for the soft touch only served in Aizen shoving deeper.

Almost possessive.

"Itsumodoori kagyaku," the feminine voice was sudden. Not only in that Ichimaru had never heard it before but also in its accusation of the brunette always causing pain, been sadistic.

It was that voice which caused Ichimaru to open his eyes… though he didn't believe the sight before him now.

The woman was not a figment of his imagination… there was a woman on the edge of the bed, leaning forwards with one hand splayed wide across the mattress as a means of maintaining her partially slouching position. A thick tangled mane of black hair, it was of the darkest black and nearly swallowed within the surrounding shadows, hung in drooping ringlets around her face… making the soft rounded features seem somehow harsher than they really were. Her skin was lightly tanned and amplified eyes of such a piercing blue they seemed capable of reaching into one's very soul.

He didn't recognize the voice but he knew this woman.

She had been a hundred and fifty years ago, before the incident that had caused the former Captains and Lieutenants who would later become Vizards to flee, Captain of the 3rd Division. A part of Ichimaru vaguely recalled that the woman had been sought after by many, she was known for her power and her potential and her vicious intelligence which was capable of besting even some of the geniuses of her own day and age… she had graduated with Kaien Shiba and could best that one in almost anything though the Shiba was a prodigy.

This was the owner of the accursed zanpakuto Kureijii Akuma, which translated into Crazy Demon and was rumored to have the power of amplifying an opponent's emotions until they knew only that sensation… magnifying pain, anger, and grief until rational thought was non-existent. A wicked zanpakuto.

And she was supposed to be dead. What should have been a regular training incident, a Hollow elimination task force to integrate a half dozen new soldiers into the 3rd Division, had become terribly wrong and twisted when more Hollows had materialized within the forest. The 3rd Captain was well known as possessing the sort of spiritual energy, wildly fluxing with her own emotions, that was capable of attracting Hollows and it was for that reason she had been Yamamoto's student to learn how to control that unnaturally high spiritual energy. Which had remained subdued until then.

By the time the 4th and 5th Divisions had reached the scene, following the heels of the first dispatched 9th Division… the 3rd Division had been decimated. The 3rd Captain dead… though Ichimaru recalled that the body had never been found.

There was no mistaking those blue eyes, they had been well captured in the photos that had portrayed the previous 3rd Captain.

"Kagome…" The brunette's voice was little more than a low growl, even as the former 5th Captain drove back into Ichimaru and tearing a cry from Gin's throat.

A cry that concealed the need in the Captain's voice.

She grinned slightly feeling the spike in arousal, the rolling need, that cursed through the man's veins as a large hand settled upon her right hip... her closest limb though the brunette's focus didn't quite leave the wriggling mewling mess of silver haired Shinigami that was pinned underneath the larger male.

Poor Gin.

It was obvious that the brunette had never given the silver haired Shinigami any sort of affection, just taking whatever Sosuke wanted when he wanted it… and her successor was craving a little pleasure. But Kagome was willing to give Gin that pleasure… if only to teach her substitute just why he was nothing more than second pickings. And just why she had and always would be the brunette's second in command.

Pairing: right now Aizen x Ichimaru - touch of Kagome present

This is a TWO piece - otherwise it'd be too long... Primal 2 will be the real stuff

AUTHOR'S NOTE

As Fanfiction seems to be fussy, the chapters are taking a while to show up

Fanfic - under the penname OutofCompleteControl.