Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Face Of Death ❯ Face Of Death ( Chapter 1 )

Author's Note: I don't own the characters of Bleach nor do I make any claims on them. All rights remain with the creators/owners. The song lines are from a tune called Face of Death (blind rage mix) by the band Suicide Commando and all rights for the song remain with them.

 

Face Of Death

 

Gin whirled and danced around the large room, his delighted laugh ringing through the chamber. A small smile twitched Aizen's lips up in genuine pleasure. He liked seeing his lover lose himself in his tightly held desires in more places than just the bedroom. Gin pirouetted, his haori flaring around him, flecks of blood dotting the white fabric. He glided up to Aizen and slowly opened his eyes, pleasure making them glitter.

 

“When you said I could play, I never dreamed you meant like this, Aizen-sama,” Gin said as he trailed a bloody hand down Aizen's cheek.

 

Aizen smiled softly and stroked his hand over Gin's hair. “I told you I like seeing you indulge your desires. You're always so very eager for me after you get to play. A small price to pay now to have you begging me to violate you later.”

 

Gin's smile turned lecherous. “You spoil me terribly.”

 

Aizen took Gin's hand and kissed fingers that dripped with blood. “Go finish playing, pet. We can't stay here too long. We have a schedule to keep.”

 

Gin gave a mock pout but placed a heated kiss on Aizen's lips before turning back to the remaining members of the Central 46 Chamber. Half the people were already dead, pools of blood starting to dry around them. The other half continued on with their conversations as if nothing was happening, oblivious to the deaths going on right next to them. Such was the power of Aizen's shi-kai.

 

Gin approached one of the judges and smiled. The man noticed him for the first time and frowned. Gin held his zanpakutou up in front of the man, a look of pleasure crossing Gin's face at the wide-eyed stare. Gin smirked and dragged the blade delicately down the man's cheek. A thin red welt appeared in the wake of the blade but no blood was drawn.

 

“Wha… what are you doing, Captain?” the man stuttered remaining perfectly still, his eyes straining to follow the path of the blade down his face.

 

“Having a little fun,” Gin said with a grin that made the judge swallow hard.

 

“Stop what you're doing this instant.”

 

Gin turned his head to look at his co-conspirator and lover, cracking his eyes open again and licking his lips. Aizen's cock throbbed from the rush of blood at the naked lust in Gin's face. Death was a powerful aphrodisiac for them. Aizen hummed softly in anticipation of the activities he'd soon be enjoying with his lover. The night was turning out to be even more promising than Aizen initially thought.

 

“Mmmm, Aizen-sama, you know, the best part of killing someone is the look on their face,” Gin said in a lust-tinged voice as he made small cuts in the judge's clothes.

 

“The look? What do you mean, pet?”

 

“It's that look…. Not when they're threatened. Not when you hurt `em. Not even when they see the knife. It's when they feel the knife go in,” Gin grinned as he stabbed the judge lightening fast in the throat with his zanpakutou.

 

The judge scrabbled at the wound, slicing his fingers open on the razor sharp blade and making gurgling noises as he choked on his own blood. Gin's smile stretched wide even as blood sprayed from the dying man to speckle his hair and face. Aizen admired the way Gin looked when he laughed softly in delight, blood spattering him. He drove the blade further into the judge's neck. Aizen thought Gin was beautiful when he gave his passion full rein.

 

Gin danced gracefully around the room killing the judges and wise-men, a bright, friendly smile on his face. A flush of pleasure touched his cheeks adding a little colour to his normally pale complexion. Aizen was sorry to interrupt the obvious delight his lover was taking in his play but, they had a schedule to keep and timing was everything if the plan was to work exactly the way it was supposed to.

 

“Time to go, pet. We have places to be and a murder to stage.”

 

Gin sighed heavily. He'd been having such fun. Even though he understood why Aizen was calling a halt to his activities, Gin disliked having his pleasure cut short.

 

“I'm sorry but, we're almost out of time here, pet. You know what to do.”

 

Gin sighed again and shrugged. “Ikorose,” he said softly. His zanpakutou extended and speared through the few remaining members of the Central 46 Chamber. With the killing done, Gin sheathed his blade and approached his lover, giving him a heated kiss.

 

“Did you enjoy your gift, pet?”

 

“Mmmmm. You always come up with the best presents, Aizen-sama,” Gin said in a low voice, pressing himself to his lover and kissing him again in thanks.

 

Aizen stroked Gin's hair, smearing droplets of blood through the silvery strands before brushing a gentle kiss over Gin's lips. The face of death stared back at him, love and lust showing in equal measure in eyes the colour of fresh blood. Aizen was pleased with himself for giving Gin a gift he'd obviously enjoyed so much. He knew it was the thoughtful, little things between lovers that often meant so much.