|If All Bleach was Yaoi
Author: Arden Tenjou PM
Collection of stories, mostly one- or two-shots, about different pairings all through Bleach. Huge number of pairings including: Kyouraku x Ukitake, Kensei x Shuuhei, Ukitake x Hitsugaya, Ikkaku x Yumichika, Kenpachi x Ikkaku, Byakuya x Renji x Ichigo, and various other parings for Ichigo and Aizen.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Humor - Renji A. & Ichigo K. - Chapters: 10 - Words: 35,700 - Reviews: 18 - Favs: 27 - Follows: 26 - Updated: 12-31-12 - Published: 08-09-12 - id: 8409806
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Aizen and Grimmjow
Kurosaki Ichigo once remarked that all he felt in the blade of Aizen Sousuke was loneliness. He was the first one to ever notice; and it was at the moment of Aizen's defeat. Someone who has never known loneliness can never understand the loneliness of being thought to be something one is not. The loneliness of no one understanding one's pain. Because when that pain is not shared, it continues to grow, until it warps all other emotions and eventually drives one to violence and perversion.
Aizen Sousuke never thought of himself this way. He found it laughable that no one noticed how powerful he was, or that the personality he showed them was nothing more than a façade. And he would never admit to the empty feeling that filled him up as each day went by, as if he were slowly becoming a hollow while still living. He would never admit to this, because admitting its existence seemed that it would make it real. So he smiled.
And on his journey to the very pinnacle of power, he came to know several individuals whom he himself took part in creating. To them, he was able to show many things which he did not care to show to others.
The first who caught his attention, and was at the same time often the object of his ire, was a formerly panther-like Vasto Lorde, called Grimmjow Jaggerjack. When Grimmjow became aware of Aizen's strength, he submitted to him completely. However, complete submission to Aizen and complete submission to Grimmjow meant two different things. Aizen would tell Grimmjow to do something, and he would start to do it and end up doing what he wanted anyway. That was not what Aizen called submission.
Then there was Grimmjow's polar opposite, Ulquiorra Shifer. In all aspects but one, Ulquiorra was among Aizen's most loyal, dutiful, and most importantly intelligent and capable subordinates. His defect, if he had one, was his coldness. Something in his heart was missing, and because of that he occasionally did things that Aizen did not like; for example Aizen pretended not to know about Ulquiorra's additional level of resurreccion. The fact that he hid it in itself displeased him.
Most importantly, there was Coyote Stark. But like Ulquiorra, there was much that Stark held back from everyone. It was this part of him that Aizen desired, for it presented a challenge. There was something else. Stark understood something no one else around Aizen did: what it meant to be truly alone. Stark knew even better than he did. Aizen knew he had to have Stark nearby him from the very first day he met him.
When arrancar swore their loyalty to Aizen individually, they were instructed on one rather strange aspect of Aizen's otherwise impeccable leadership; if they did wrong, one acceptable form of punishment was being taken to Aizen's bed. Not everyone was thrilled with this. But when the choice was that, annihilation, or banishment, most agreed.
The first time Aizen took advantage of this particular bylaw was, unsurprisingly, with Grimmjow. In this particular case, Grimmjow had been ordered to prevent a group of feuding Vasto Lorde from coming to blows. Instead, Grimmjow merely took the best one as his opponent while he let the others kill each other. Not only was Aizen displeased, but he was doubly disappointed because Grimmjow was so powerful; it was no use being powerful and completely irrational. So it was even more important that Grimmjow be put in his place.
It was late evening, not that one could tell with the constant light inside Las Noches, when Aizen summoned Grimmjow to his sleeping quarters.
With his typical rebellious look, Grimmjow entered the room without knocking and closed the door behind him. "Aizen-sama," he said. Though there was no change from his normal voice or expression, Aizen could see, amid his usual anger, a trace of trepidation in his proud blue eyes.
Aizen smiled. "Come in. Have a seat." He indicated the bed which lay behind him.
Grimmjow's expression intensified slightly as he followed Aizen's gaze to the bed. He looked at it for a time. But eventually, either his fear or his loyalty toward Aizen took over, and he approached Aizen and the bed.
"Do you know why you're here, Grimmjow?" Aizen inquired, as Grimmjow sat down. Aizen stood over him, merely smiling.
Grimmjow glanced away. "Because I disobeyed you."
Aizen considered. "Not precisely, no." He placed a hand behind Grimmjow on the bed and forced him to retreat and lay down on his back as he spoke. "I don't believe you intended to disobey me. You are here because you let your ego get in the way of serving me. Do you understand?"
Grimmjow swallowed. "Yes."
Aizen sighed, smiling softly. This was his most dangerous kind of smile. "I don't believe you do."
Slowly, his hand began to roam Grimmjow's exposed chest. The Espada flinched and looked down with a flicker of anger.
"You see, with your type of intelligence, something doesn't really sink in unless it's driven into the body by force."
Aizen gripped Grimmjow's neck and forced him to meet his gaze. Grimmjow's eyes fluttered, and they were filled with something rarely seen there: fear. Aizen leaned down over him and spoke so closely that his breath touched Grimmjow's cheek.
"So I'll drive it into you. As many times as it takes for the lesson to sink in. All right?"
Grimmjow struggled for words. "I…" he murmured.
Aizen chuckled. "Well, I ask you, but it's not as if you have a choice."
Then Aizen's hand abruptly went down Grimmjow's pants. Grimmjow gasped, trying not to show his anger for fear of Aizen's wrath. He grabbed Aizen's upper arms with trembling hands, silently urging him to stop.
Aizen's touch was not as forceful as his personality. He had decided beforehand that it would be more fun to see Grimmjow break down in pleasure than in agony. It would also make Grimmjow more loyal to him in the end. So he moved his hand gently and breathed softly into Grimmjow's ear.
The cat shivered, but soon enough his cock began to react. Grimmjow began panting, his face filled with confusion as if he didn't comprehend how he could be reacting this way. Aizen smirked.
After a few moments, Aizen sensuously licked Grimmjow's neck. The animal gasped through his teeth.
"What is it, Grimmjow?" Aizen asked, speaking softly into his ear. "You look confused. Haven't you ever felt pleasure from another person before?"
He expected a snarling retort. What he got instead was a heavy blush, and a mortified expression as Grimmjow tightly closed his eyes. Aizen raised his eyebrows. Interesting, he thought.
"If that's the case, then all the more reason I should be gentle. This time."
Grimmjow's eyes flew open. He hadn't expected there to be a second time. Neither had Aizen to be honest, but the idea that Grimmjow was a virgin truly intrigued him. He wondered how fast and how far he could make this proud man fall, and soon he was consumed with the idea.
He kissed Grimmjow's neck several times. Then he sank his teeth in and sucked hard. Grimmjow practically leapt, letting out lascivious sounds without his own awareness. His fingernails gripped Aizen's back, threatening to cut through the fabric of Aizen's clothes. Aizen merely smiled and breathed in the scent of Grimmjow's skin. He inserted his tongue in Grimmjow's ear.
Then Grimmjow did something utterly adorable, as he gasped and moaned softly. His hands that had been gripping Aizen's sleeves and back, inadvertently began to pull Aizen closer. He seemed to losing the fight against feeling.
"Grimmjow," Aizen whispered, as he briefly stopped touching Grimmjow. "Give me your hand."
Grimmjow looked at him hesitantly, then lowered one hand from Aizen's back. Aizen turned it over, and placed it over the bulge in his pants. Grimmjow's eyes widened. Aizen merely smirked, as he lightly rolled Grimmjow's hand over his erection.
"Now do it yourself," Aizen said. As he did so, he freed his cock from his trousers.
Grimmjow swallowed, showing a trace of panic. Aizen was loving these innocent reactions from him; it was something he never would have anticipated. Hesitantly, Grimmjow touched Aizen's cock. Aizen waited patiently, as Grimmjow worked up the courage to wrap his hand around it.
"Just like you would do it to yourself," Aizen murmured.
Grimmjow closed his eyes, panting lightly. At first his touch was jerky and awkward, but when Aizen's hand returned to Grimmjow's cock, he began to let go of his embarrassment. His heavy breathing returned. He still had a complicated expression on his face, but he had definitely stopped fighting him.
"Good boy. I'll give you a reward."
Aizen licked Grimmjow's upper lip and then covered his lips in a kiss. Grimmjow moaned against his mouth, obviously confused, and his hand stopped moving.
"Keep your hand moving, or you don't get a reward."
Grimmjow blushed heavily, and Aizen briefly wondered if he would start to fight him here. But Grimmjow's hand began to move again, and so Aizen returned to kissing him. Grimmjow was obviously inexperienced, letting Aizen do most of the work. But when Aizen stuck his tongue deep inside his mouth, he moaned loudly and Aizen felt his cock stiffen. He has a sensitive mouth, Aizen remarked to himself. He teased the inside of Grimmjow's mouth to his contentment.
When he finished, Grimmjow was a mess, completely overtaken by pleasure and starting to forget himself. His eyes were lidded and hazy. A trail of drool dripped out the corner of his mouth. Aizen was very pleased.
Suddenly, he moved off of Grimmjow for a moment, and then straddled him over his chest. Grimmjow watched with trepidation, but he did not fight. Aizen smiled down at him and lifted his chin.
"Your mouth seems almost as sensitive as your cock," Aizen said. "Maybe this is a better reward."
Without waiting for permission, Aizen thrust his cock inside Grimmjow's mouth. The Espada's eyes widened, and he let forth some desperate moans, whether desperate to stop or desperate from pleasure, Aizen didn't much care. Either way, it was extremely exciting.
"Mind those teeth," Aizen said, smiling.
Grimmjow looked up at him with baleful eyes, moaning slightly. Grimmjow really wasn't sure what was going on.
"Start by moving your tongue," Aizen said.
Grimmjow blushed heavily. Then, hesitantly, he began to run his tongue along Aizen's length. Aizen breathed in contentedly. Grimmjow's expression became more lascivious as his tongue became bolder.
"Very good," Aizen said, remarking him affectionately as he touched the side of his face. "Now take it deeply."
Without waiting for a response, Aizen forced his cock deep inside Grimmjow's mouth. The Espada twitched, his eyes widening as he stared up at Aizen. Drool was dripping out of his mouth. Aizen thrust lightly a few times and then began to bang the back of Grimmjow's throat like a machine gun.
Grimmjow moaned loudly, staring up at Aizen in confusion, but when Aizen looked back, he saw Grimmjow's cock dripping precum. He wasn't wrong about him having a sensitive mouth. Aizen didn't stop what he was doing. Instead he grabbed Grimmjow's head in both hands to deepen the angle at which he was face-fucking him. Grimmjow's eyes rolled back, his moans continuing. Then those moans began to build in intensity, Aizen began to feel the inside of Grimmjow's mouth twitching, and in moments, Grimmjow cried out loudly as he sprayed his own chest with cum.
Aizen smiled at this. "My, my," he said, running his hand along Grimmjow's chest. "A very sensitive mouth, then. But it's time we found out about your other hole."
So saying, Aizen grabbed a confused Grimmjow by the waist, flipped him over and raised his ass high so Aizen could look at it. Grimmjow was still a bit confused, but by now he was panting and very malleable. He probably would have done anything Aizen told him. So he barely made a noise when Aizen pulled down his trousers.
"Now, you aren't human, so I don't suppose you really need this, but let's play it safe for now." So saying, Aizen produced a bottle of lube, and with it he coated Grimmjow's entrance.
Grimmjow looked back at him in confusion, but did not stop him. Aizen didn't give him much time to wonder, and slowly inserted his finger inside him. Grimmjow gritted his teeth. Aizen paused at that, his expression just managing to hide his displeasure. Perhaps facing away from Aizen was lessening some of Grimmjow's trepidation, because he seemed to have remembered his pride. Aizen could tell, he was not going to make a sound if he didn't have to.
Aizen's eyes narrowed. But as was his wont, he did not voice his discontent. At least, not directly. Instead, while softly moving his finger inside Grimmjow, he ran the index finger of his other hand against the line between Grimmjow's balls. At one point he stopped at the middle of Grimmjow's taint, and pressed down hard, knowing this would indirectly stimulate his prostate. Grimmjow's whole body convulsed for an instant, and a strangled grunt came out of him. By the time he recovered, he was trembling, and the arms holding up his torso seemed very weak.
Aizen smirked and lightly caressed the area again. Gradually he moved his finger down, over Grimmjow's balls, and slid it gently along his cock. Grimmjow's hips were shaking. Aizen could finally hear his breath start to quicken. Then he took his finger away. He felt Grimmjow relax, and right at that moment, he flicked the tip of Grimmjow's cock hard with his middle finger.
"Ggh!" Grimmjow cried, throwing his head back. And whether he wanted to or not, a slim trail of cum leaked from his cock.
"Grimmjow," Aizen said, in a tone that was dangerously soft. Grimmjow tensed. "Your voice is so pretty. Let me hear it again." Grimmjow glanced back at him, suddenly afraid again. Aizen smiled subtly. They both knew that was not a request.
And yet Aizen also knew that being forced to shame himself was bound to raise Grimmjow's ire. In fact, that was the whole reason for this exercise. To make Grimmjow angry, and then teach him that that anger could never be used against Aizen.
Grimmjow watched Aizen for a time. At length, his eyes narrowed, and his jaw tightened. Aizen smiled. Exactly the wrong response. Yet exactly the one he was looking for. Aizen looked on his subordinate with amusement and a trace of admiration, since one as powerful as he had no need to be annoyed by such petty displays. Finally, he decided to release a fraction of his reiatsu.
Grimmjow's eyes went wide. He began to sweat and pant, and his arms weakened. Slowly, he lost the ability to hold himself up, and his head and chest fell against the mattress. He was panting heavily, eyes wide. Aizen felt a thrill of pleasure from watching him this way. Then Aizen released a fraction more.
Grimmjow went totally still, his eyes now blank. Aizen wasn't sure if he was even conscious anymore. At length, a slim trail of blood trickled from his nose. Aizen smiled again. He skipped two fingers inside him and went right on to three, ignoring Grimmjow's twitching and struggling to breathe. He sealed a bit of his reiatsu, since he wanted Grimmjow conscious for the next part. Grimmjow finally was able to take deep breaths again, although they were fast and panicked. Aizen slowly ran a hand along Grimmjow's spine. Then he shafted him deeply.
"Ngh!" Grimmjow gasped, no doubt in pain. But Aizen knew Grimmjow could take much more than this. And, sadly, Aizen thought to himself, the bullying period was over. Now it was time to bring back Grimmjow's sanity, only to make him lose it again in pleasure.
Aizen gave Grimmjow a moment to acclimatize to having a foreign body inside him, and slowly began to roll his hips against Grimmjow's.
Then, something surprised him. Though he fully expected to have to yank and force pleasure out of Grimmjow, his cat-like espada had relaxed, and started softly moaning. To make sure, Aizen deepened the movement a little.
"Nnahh…" Grimmjow moaned, seemingly still unsure.
Against his will, Aizen felt himself growing harder. He'd never thought he would catch such a cute kitten so easily. Even as he felt Aizen harden, Grimmjow grunted and then breathed out a sigh. Aizen could tell that the pain he had felt was already faded. He smirked a bit. No need to be gentle then.
He slammed his cock into Grimmjow. Suddenly, Grimmjow's normally bratty voice was now sweet and hesitant, and clearly feeling pleasure. Grimmjow's claw-like fingers gripped the sheets, apparently still trying to fight. But Aizen grabbed him around the chest and pulled him up so they were kneeling together. He was fully aware from only touching Grimmjow a little that this action would place a huge amount of pressure on Grimmjow's prostate. The cat wailed and convulsed in Aizen's arms.
For a time, Aizen rolled his hips softly against him, soothing him. Then he said, "This is what submission feels like, Grimmjow. And it's what I expect from you. There. Isn't that better?"
Grimmjow was panting hard, looking conflicted, but eventually he closed his eyes. He murmured haltingly, "Yes…Aizen-sama…"
Aizen grinned. "You're a good boy, Grimmjow. You know I love you."
Then Aizen pounded Grimmjow again. The espada fell more and more deeply into pleasure, and Aizen forgot that he was still giving off more reiatsu than usual. It was having a hypnotic effect on Grimmjow, and his strength was draining fast. Finally, Grimmjow's back arched and his whole body tensed. He filled the room with cries as he had an orgasm that was likely more than his mind could take at that time. He was totally still and silent for a moment, and Aizen could see the light fade in his eyes.
Grimmjow's body went slack in Aizen's arms. Unfortunately, he'd been a bit cuter than Aizen was expecting, so Aizen couldn't just stop there. He let Grimmjow collapse onto the bed, and then turned him over onto his back. Grimmjows eyes were still slightly open, and he may have been mumbling something. But Aizen was thoroughly pleased by this response and continued hammering into Grimmjow. After several minutes, he let his head fall back, and filled Grimmjow's insides with cum.
To his delight, Grimmjow still had his eyes slightly open, although they were totally blank, and he may well have lost consciousness. There was a trail of drool down one side of his mouth, and still a little blood under his nose. His body continued to twitch now and then, and a very faint voice could be heard. Aizen smiled at his cute kitten.
He leaned down and placed a kiss on Grimmjow's forehead. Grimmjow's eyes briefly closed and then opened again, so Aizen could tell he was still conscious.
"How well you've done, Grimmjow. You're going to stay my obedient little kitty, aren't you? And you'll never disobey me again, will you?"
Grimmjow struggled for words for a moment, but was eventually able to mumble, almost unintelligibly, "Yes…Aizen…-sama…"