Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Seireitei Monogatari ❯ Bloodlust ( Chapter 19 )

Title: Bloodlust

Pairings: Aizen/Renji

Characters: Aizen, Renji, with mentions of Gin, Hinamori, and Kira

Rating: M

Warnings: Weird, weird, weird. And dark. With blood. And M/M.

Words: 476

Description: Useless as a pawn but entertaining as a toy. He wondered when Renji would finally break.

 

 

Blood was such an eerily, erotic color… or so Aizen Sousuke had come to learn. Spilt to the ground, it quickly faded to a dark brown around the edges, a bright splash of crimson in the center. Spattered across a person's skin, it tanned just right, and like the boy on the bed in front of him now, it was like art. Garish streaks of scarlet injury the same exact color as his hair.

Renji really did have the best hair, a lovely shade of war-spilt blood.

 

He tangled his fingers in it sometimes when he was holding the boy's head back, baring a throat for the plundering of his lips. He left marks those days, pulling up blood until it pooled just beneath the surface, just enough to match the scratches left behind by his fingernails.

 

He was so stubborn, so willful, and Sousuke had taken great pleasure in attempting to break him, in trying to snap that biting spirit. The boy screamed so prettily; he just couldn't help himself sometimes. A scrape of a fingernail across a bared back, drawing up lines that faded all too quickly for his liking. Marks left behind by his teeth, deep enough to cause the blood to well up in ruby droplets.

 

Night after night, three or four times a week, he would find his way to Renji's room. Just to hear those wonderfully erotic screams, just to watch beads of the sanguine fluid disappear in strands of hair the exact same shade. And when the morning came, as he slipped back into his own clothes and stalked into the dim, the best part was the knowledge that the boy would never even know.

 

Vague impressions of a happening slipping through his memories, a dream that seemed too real to be a dream; perhaps even a nightmare that disappeared in the light of the dawn. Renji would recall that and nothing more. Such were the wonders of an illusory bankai and a tiny, whispered spell of healing.

 

The boy was much too dangerous, too rebellious to make a useful pawn, not like his sweet, faithful Momo-chan or Gin's devoted Izuru. Still, there was much use to be found in Renji Abarai, and Sousuke took his pleasures late at night. And if the boy woke up in the morning with a faint impression of something that might or might not have been real, it was all the better.

 

Those strange, half-hidden and confused looks from beneath the boy's lashes when he thought no one noticed were amusing to Sousuke. When he was alone, he even allowed himself a good laugh about them. Useless as a pawn but entertaining as a toy.

 

He wondered when Renji would finally break.

 

After all, screams wrenched from that boy's throat were very enticing. And Sousuke planned on enjoying them as long as possible.

 

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