Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Fragile ❯ Chapter 1

Feb. 2nd 09
Dread and resignation were what Suzu was feeling. Dread because this is Aizen-Sama; a deadly and scary individual. One who could easily crush her with his reiatsu alone. A single finger from this man could stop a blade, what chance did a skinny girl with little physical strength hope to have against him? Being alone with this man was like being trapped in a cage with a viper. One false step could be her last.
However if this is what it would take to potentially save the life of someone close to her than she resolved, yes she would do it.
Hands clenching, Suzu swallowed hard and turned to face the Viper.
Aizen had her exactly where he intended her to be. So far the plan went off without fail. Getting rid of the panther was an easy enough task. Knowing how Grimmjow strived to be better, stronger, and what this new development posed, Aizen knew the Sexta would be unable to resist. He really was quite simple minded when it came down to it. Really, all beings compared to him were. Convincing the girl likewise was simple enough. He knew her weakness. Something which many of the lesser beings possessed: Compassion. He, however, had no such weakness. Proven thusly when he stabbed Momo through the chest with his own sword. Admiration is, after all, the furthest thing from understanding.
One glance of the girl told of her struggles. He knew she was fighting her desire to protect the espada and her overwhelming need to flee from him. She was doing an admirable job of seeming composed, but to his heightened senses it was a futile effort. Each and every minute shiver was like a tidal wave of fear crashing over him. It delighted him to an extent that he needn’t even touch her to cause a reaction as strong as this felt. He wondered briefly what would happen when he did, when he would coax her body with his hands, teasing her with his calculated ministrations, bringing her body to life, closer and closer to the edge until finally she would cry out from pleasure and the knowledge that He was the one responsible for such sinful pleasures.
It mattered not he surmised. He would find out soon enough.

Aizen’s slow approach, walking with measured steps, bringing himself closer to his prize was like a predator slowly stalking its prey. He knew she had nowhere to run to, if she was careless enough to even attempt to do so, he could easily catch her and that would be it. So he paced himself, walking calmly step by step to the girl unfortunate enough to receive his attention. His eyes were pinned to her and she surprisingly enough stared back. He suspected it was to appear less frightened of him and be more aware of just exactly where he was in relation to her, though that did little good when he could simply shunpo his way behind her if he so chose. Never the less she maintained eye contact, even when he was but an arm’s length away from her.
Effortlessly he reached out and ghosted his fingertips over her plush cheekbone, causing naught but a small hiss inward as she sucked in a breath. He was so close and yet a reasonable distance so that her personal space was still viable. Slowly, even gently he ran his back turned hand over her cheek, down her neck and around to the base of her throat where her Adam’s apple lay. Smoothly he caressed it with his thumb before his hand traveled lower to slowly unzip her zipper to her uniform top, but just low enough to reach past her sternum. Glancing down he could just barely see the top portion of her breasts, not quite enough to get a feel for how big they were; he guessed by her size they were small. Stepping forwards Aizen backed her up till the backs of her knees hit the edge of the bed and then he lightly shoved her to a sitting position. Once down, he backed a few paces off of the girl and proceeded to shed his white outer jacket.
Suzu swallowed hard once more as she was seated down on the bed. She watched nervously as he removed his outer jacket and it fell to the floor. She watched as he then began to undo his red obi so that he could fully remove his white shirt. It fluttered to the floor and lay in a heap with his jacket and obi.
He was teasing her she knew. More like torturing her with his deft but unhurried undressing, never once taking his eyes off of her. Those eyes, those piercing hazel eyes that bore into her, staring at her soul. He was making her endure this in a slow methodical way, riding out her torment, her betrayal of Grimmjow that much more prominent. He knew she didn’t want this if given any other choice, he knew she was afraid and he didn’t care. He delighted in it. He fed off of it. There was no other pleasure for him than the knowledge that He was in control. That’s why Los Noches existed, that’s why the espada existed. To serve him and act as a conduit for his power.
He was taking forever.
Once he was free of his upper clothes he slowly advanced on her again stopping just in front of her to look down at her. She was not looking at him, this time her eyes cast downwards, though not as an attempt to avoid him. She was deep in thought it seemed. Well that would change. She would not be able to escape him, even in her mind. Grasping her chin he pulled her head up so she was looking directly at him. He brushed his hand over her face once more, cupping her cheek in his massive hand. Slowly his head descended towards hers and chastely he brushed his lips against hers. Not entirely a kiss but still effective enough to make her flinch. Bringing his head back up he noted her wide eyes and the fear shone within them as his lips curved into a smirk. Leaning half way down, lips against the shell of her ear he whispered “Scoot back.”
Gulping Suzu followed his instructions and moved further back on the bed towards the middle, so her feet were no longer dangling over the edge. As soon as she was settled Aizen climbed up to her hovering over her small form, one knee placed in between her parted legs. Suzu had her back down on the bed and her knees up one on either side of his knee. She was breathing heavy and slight tremors ran across her body.
Thinking she was far too dressed for his liking, Aizen grabbed her zipper and pulled it down all the way. It stayed mostly where it was but now a little gap shown and her stomach and navel were visible. Quickly Aizen changed that by parting it with his hands and pushing it down so the only thing it touched was her shoulders where it was held. Her sleeves were three quarter length sleeves so parts of her arms were always visible.
Staring down at her exposed flesh he found he was right in his assumption that her breasts were small. They weren’t entirely rounded but more ovular due to this. Scanning over her she was indeed slim. Some of her ribs clearly shown and her waist was petite and flat. Her flesh was pale and smooth to the touch as he lightly caressed the flat plain of her stomach. He noticed the chill of her body and small quivering that his touch was causing her. As he moved his hands along further up her body, the trembling increased and he could feel it twitch beneath his fingers. Finally he reached the underside of her breasts and carefully glided his thumbs underneath them. He could feel the tension in her body that he was creating with his touches and it pleased him.
Testing her, he moved one hand up fully cupping her left breast, gauging her reaction and he was not disappointed. She jerked her body, trying to push herself more fully into the bed. Liking this result, he did the same to the other, to a similar reaction. Smiling he rubbed his palms around counterclockwise from each other, simply rubbing on them in a non arousing way, testing the feel of them. Suzu had her eyes closed, trying not to think of what was currently taking place, and willing herself not to cry. However when Aizen decided that that was no longer enjoyable, he brushed his thumbs over both nipples, shocking her eyes open and a gasp forcing its way out. He did this for a couple minutes, watching the emotions play out across her face, knowing that she was having a battle with herself, willing her body to not enjoy what he was doing.
Just when she was getting used to his touch, his head came down and his hands disappeared only to be replaced with his mouth. At first he kissed her breast, just lightly touching and then he began to lick her, grazing her nipple in the process. Suzu had a tight grip on the sheets, trying not to moan. Once he found that unsatisfactory he fully encompassed her breast in his hot mouth only to close briefly over it and slide his teeth over her nipple when backing off again. Doing this several times he then began to suckle her breasts, first to one and then the other. Now she was trying not to buck against him, to force her breast more into his mouth. Whatever he would do to one he would later do to the other, always changing his pattern and rhythm. Finally he had had enough and lifted his head, his upper body up from hers. He saw her confusion but he also saw her desire and how much she enjoyed the way he played with her.
As much as she wanted to deny the situation she couldn’t deny how amazingly wonderful that felt. At the same time she felt bad because only Grimmjow should have made her feel that way. As soon as this realization hit her, her heart fell and her eyes misted with the beginnings of tears. No, she would not cry in front of him, she would not allow him the satisfaction. She had already allowed him too much. She resolved that no matter what he did next, she would not give in.