zukomyprince
07-30-2007, 11:20 PM
suspense driven, first person, heavy smut, NON yaoi, menage a trois …Aizen, Gin and an OC Arrancar in Hueco Mundo...OC is written so ANY girl can read this and feel like she is the focus of the story!!
this was written in response to a pic of Aizen (http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/55725455/) that spacecat drew...and then encouraged me to write what i thought about it...heehee
you can read the entire story at fanfiction.net (http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1227133/)...but because of the mature material...i cant post all of it here until i get an admin ok...but here are the first few chapters....hope you like!!!
CHAPTER 1
Rounding the corner quickly, my feet tattoo a quick pattern to the stone floor as I hurry to the room at the end of the corridor. The disc clutched tightly in my hand and my orders for its immediate delivery still ringing in my ears, I slow only once I am a few steps from the doorway. Taking a deep breath to still my racing heart, I step into the Control Room. Bowing deeply I announce my arrival.
“Arrancar 18, Padilla Mija , with the report from…o my…gomen-asai…I… I didn’t mean to interrupt you Aizen-dono, Ichimaru-sama.”
Both of the gods of my world turn away from the control console to face me. Feeling slightly queasy at my own foolishness for not waiting to be asked to speak, I look at the floor waiting for permission to continue. I clasp my hands together in front of me and I can feel the slight clamminess in my palms. I can feel their calm looks on me as I count my breaths to try and still my nerves. The spirit pressure of the two of them in the same room was suffocating if you don’t concentrate. After what seems like an eternity I see through my eyelashes that Aizen waves his hand in a gentle dismissal and casually says,
“Not at all Mija-kun, I’m sure you have a very important reason for interrupting Ichimaru-san and I… please, continue.”
Swallowing down the concealed scolding, I nod and take a few steps closer.
“I have the report from Karakura town that you ordered this morning.”
At the prompting of his outstretched hand I walk the disc over and place it in Aizen’s hand, my fingers brush his for a mili-second and the shock of it shoots up my arm. Locking eyes with him in surprise, he smiles a lazy smile before he moves back to sit at the computer to look at the info on the disc.
“Wait right there while I look this over, you will deliver this to Zaerapolo when I’m done with it.”
“Hai!” I quickly respond.
I enjoy the lingering warm feeling from that smile for a few moments.
But just as quickly the tension in the room becomes so thick as to be edible. Aizen is completely absorbed in the report and I’ve been ordered to stand within a few feet of Ichimaru, who suddenly has nothing better to do than to stare at me. Doing my best to ignore his infamous gaze I study the buttons flashing on the console.
Too casually he moves away from the wall he has been leaning against and walks behind me. Aware that the skin on the back of my neck is exposed due to my ponytail and the reverse collar of my Arrancar outfit…I can feel the little hairs on my neck begin to stand on end as nothing happens. He is so quiet it is as if he has disappeared, I focus on not moving either, in denial of how close he is to me. As the seconds drag into a full minute, I began to plead in my head that Aizen can speed read. Now the skin on my hips, exposed from the cut of my hakama’s, is beginning to crawl and still nothing happens. I feel his breath a second before I hear him loudly whisper,
“Just how long are yo’ willing to stand still for Aizen-sama?”
My eyes fixed on Aizen’s back I think I see him slightly stiffen across the shoulders. Trying to lighten the moment a tad I answer with a touch of sweetness in my voice,
“As long as Aizen-dono commands me to”
I can feel his breath move across my neck as he switches ears in which to torment. Shivers shoot down my spine as a man I worship leans into my body.
“But what if I command yo’ to move?”
I definitly see a slight movement of Aizen’s left arm this time.
Time stands still as the shivers drop like lead weights into my stomach and churn as I realize the trap I am being pushed into.
Damned by Aizen if I do, damned by Ichimaru if I don’t.
Not needing either of them wanting my blood, I hope to use the only weapon I have against stronger males…
flirt like all hell.
Make ‘em laugh and then escape while they were still chuckling. I hadn’t survived this long surrounded by powerful men, used to taking whatever they wanted by force, without learning a few survival tactics. I again use sweet in my voice but this time I add some sass too, as I reply,
“And just how did you want me to move Ichimaru-sama?”
Relief washes through me as I hear his light chuckle.
“Oi, 'lil miss 18, so the reports are true, yo’ is the expert at escaping the awkward moment.”
The sassy grin on my face is wiped clean at the sudden touch of his finger on my spine. My eyes go wide as I mentally scream my frustration. Racking my brain for a way to salvage the moment, I don’t notice Aizen turn around in his chair until he speaks,
“Do you know what we were talking about before your abrupt arrival, Mija-kun?”
Still aware of Ichimaru’s light touch on my neck, my mind is unable to process Aizen’s words and I just stand there dumbly looking at him. With the smallest of smiles Aizen continues,
“Control.”
Still suffering mental freeze as the finger lightly strokes the ridges of my spine; I look around the Control Room and nod my attempt at understanding. Yes, ok I got it, they were in the Control Room and were discussing control…now would you please save me from the impending doom I feel on my neck!!!
Aizen’s smile widens as another chuckle comes from Ichimaru, but there is no wash of relief for me with this chuckle though. The finger and breath remove themselves from me and I can feel my ability to breath, return. But Ichimaru continues his observance of me, one foot from my back.
Badly feeling the need to escape, I mentally chew my lip as I debate asking for the report and in turn, my exit. Throwing caution to the wind I blurt out,
“Aizen-dono if you are done, I can deliver that report for you.”
With the slightest narrowing of his eyes, Aizen completely ignores me and continues as if I hadn’t spoken,
“Control… and the things it allows you to do.”
Aizen rises and comes closer to me, to where all I can do is stare into his eyes. When he is an arms length away, he gently takes my chin in his hand. My stomach completely sinks as I began to understand the undercurrents of the room.
I am today’s play toy.
I just hope I survive the honor.
The understanding must have shown across my face, for all the sudden Aizen flashes me his 1000 watt smile.
CHAPTER 2
“Come Mija-kun”
And with those words, Aizen turns and walks towards the door. My foot, out of habit, was moving before I even realized it. But the voice of Reason screams out in my head, to halt.
What was I doing? Was I really gonna follo…
My internal argument was interrupted by the lightest of touches on my neck. Ichimaru’s palm rests gently upon my skin, yet I can feel the weight of the impending meaning. For a heartbeat I continue to debate with myself, and then I felt the slightest of pressure increase on my neck.
And with that, I follow Aizen’s broad shoulders out of the room.
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In the white stone hallways I am able to quickly fall in step behind the leisurely pace Aizen has set. Ichimaru takes up station walking beside me and to the casual observer it looks like we are on our way to a staff meeting.
I sneak a peek at Ichimaru, out of the corner of my eyes; he has his trademark grin in place and the casual walk of the unworried. I clasp my hands together in my long sleeves so as to stop the shaking.
The voice of Confidence was now beginning to argue with the voice of Fear within me.
I am a powerful Arrancar…in line to test for a spot as an Espada…I can defend myself if need be, states Confidence.
Whatthefuck!!! Are you crazy!!! This is Aizen-dono and Ichimaru-sama…you would lose your head before you even laid hand to your hilt! shoots back Fear.
Its just sex…what’s the big deal? Lazily inquires Analytical.
JUST SEX!! DID U HEAR WHAT AIZEN-DONO SAID??? There is no way this will be JUST sex!!! rants Fear.
Doubt of course chooses this moment to make an entrance and ask Maybe we are all wrong and this is nothing?
ShutTheFuckUp BAKA!! Fear screams back. I slam a mental door shut on all of them and turn my focus towards Sol Zarita.
Can we defend ourselves against them, my friend?
My zanpaktou turns a jaundiced eye towards me and states, We will be destroyed.
A deep shudder vibrates through my soul power as my zanpaktou finally voices the obvious.
Again sneaking a peek at Ichimaru, I see his grin widen.
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Realizing that the internal war within me is becoming obvious through the fluctuations of my rieatsu, I quickly regain my focus and control. Following Aizen around yet another corner in the maze of never-ending white hallways, Acceptance whispers quietly to me,
There is no way you can fight your way out of this, therefore we focus on surviving, surviving with as much honor as possible.
My backbone stiffens as I feel a trickle of strength come back.
This is sex, you have handled men in these situations before, and that’s what you have to think of them as…men…not gods.
Aizen turns and steps through a doorway.
Ichimaru follows, not even pausing to look and see if I will.
Swallowing a lump in my throat, I enter.
Five steps in, I stop and with head held high and hands clasped, I paint a look of pride on my features.
Aizen continues on across the massive bedroom to a long table where there is a hot tea service waiting.
They had expected to come here all along.
I refuse to swallow the lump that has reformed and continue to look blankly ahead. Ichimaru is still by the doorway, and he begins to slowly slide the door shut. The whisper of the lock clicking in place makes my knees want to knock, but I refuse to allow them to.
Ichimaru goes to join Aizen at the table. As Aizen hands him a cup of tea, he comments,
“See the long walk is necessary so as to allow time for them to defeat themselves.”
With a long look at me over his tea cup, Ichimaru responds,
“Oi, so I noticed."
Breathe in, breathe out is all I can concentrate on. Don’t let my body betray my emotions.
After taking another sip of tea, Aizen continues,
“Anticipation is a powerful weapon to destroying resolve. They always seem able to think up things that are almost as bad as what happens…almost.”
My breath catches slightly but I keep my focus, breathe in, breathe out.
Aizen studies me thoughtfully for a moment and then persists,
“But Mija-kun is by far the most powerful to date, so although you could feel her rieatsu fluctuating, it seems like she hasn’t melted into an emotional puddle like the others did."
Still just breathe in, breathe ou….DID HE JUST SAY OTHERS!?!
Panic claws its way up my throat.
THE RUMORS ARE TRUE!! screams Fear.
I mentally kick Fear back into the closet it had escaped from and again slam that door shut.
No, this is just another ploy to break me, I can’t let it work. I need to surprise them somehow. I can’t just play into their hands. If it is true about the others being a complete mess, than I need to be the opposite. I need to play Aizen at his own game. I can feel Sol Zarita beginning to flame from the increase of my resolve; she is ready to fight if I need her. But what do I do? I need to…to…
I turn my head and look at Aizen in the eye, and smile.
“I’ll take that as a compliment Aizen-dono”
Gin ducks his head and chuckles, while Aizen quietly replies,
“As well you should Mija-kun.”
Aizen lowers his head a tad and his eyes begin to bore into mine. I feel the surge of power hit me but Sol Zarita, true to her word, is in front of me and bears the full brunt of the spirit force. Gasping, she mentally relays to me she will only be able to help hold him off for maybe half a minute or so. I itch to have my mask move from the top of my head to cover my face, to be able to hide behind the power of it. But I realize fighting would be useless, I am using this time simply to make them realize that I wasn’t going to be weak about all this. But we all knew I had maybe fifteen seconds left.
What could I do to gain a foothold of control here?
This is going to be about power and control, through sex. Those other females who went missing were obviously weak, Aizen had said they hadn’t even made it this far. I only have a few more moments. Sol Zarita is taking deep ragged breaths, any second now I am going to have to bear the full brunt of his spirit power, and I won’t be able to move.
What to do, what to do?
The epiphany hits me like a ton of bricks.
this was written in response to a pic of Aizen (http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/55725455/) that spacecat drew...and then encouraged me to write what i thought about it...heehee
you can read the entire story at fanfiction.net (http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1227133/)...but because of the mature material...i cant post all of it here until i get an admin ok...but here are the first few chapters....hope you like!!!
CHAPTER 1
Rounding the corner quickly, my feet tattoo a quick pattern to the stone floor as I hurry to the room at the end of the corridor. The disc clutched tightly in my hand and my orders for its immediate delivery still ringing in my ears, I slow only once I am a few steps from the doorway. Taking a deep breath to still my racing heart, I step into the Control Room. Bowing deeply I announce my arrival.
“Arrancar 18, Padilla Mija , with the report from…o my…gomen-asai…I… I didn’t mean to interrupt you Aizen-dono, Ichimaru-sama.”
Both of the gods of my world turn away from the control console to face me. Feeling slightly queasy at my own foolishness for not waiting to be asked to speak, I look at the floor waiting for permission to continue. I clasp my hands together in front of me and I can feel the slight clamminess in my palms. I can feel their calm looks on me as I count my breaths to try and still my nerves. The spirit pressure of the two of them in the same room was suffocating if you don’t concentrate. After what seems like an eternity I see through my eyelashes that Aizen waves his hand in a gentle dismissal and casually says,
“Not at all Mija-kun, I’m sure you have a very important reason for interrupting Ichimaru-san and I… please, continue.”
Swallowing down the concealed scolding, I nod and take a few steps closer.
“I have the report from Karakura town that you ordered this morning.”
At the prompting of his outstretched hand I walk the disc over and place it in Aizen’s hand, my fingers brush his for a mili-second and the shock of it shoots up my arm. Locking eyes with him in surprise, he smiles a lazy smile before he moves back to sit at the computer to look at the info on the disc.
“Wait right there while I look this over, you will deliver this to Zaerapolo when I’m done with it.”
“Hai!” I quickly respond.
I enjoy the lingering warm feeling from that smile for a few moments.
But just as quickly the tension in the room becomes so thick as to be edible. Aizen is completely absorbed in the report and I’ve been ordered to stand within a few feet of Ichimaru, who suddenly has nothing better to do than to stare at me. Doing my best to ignore his infamous gaze I study the buttons flashing on the console.
Too casually he moves away from the wall he has been leaning against and walks behind me. Aware that the skin on the back of my neck is exposed due to my ponytail and the reverse collar of my Arrancar outfit…I can feel the little hairs on my neck begin to stand on end as nothing happens. He is so quiet it is as if he has disappeared, I focus on not moving either, in denial of how close he is to me. As the seconds drag into a full minute, I began to plead in my head that Aizen can speed read. Now the skin on my hips, exposed from the cut of my hakama’s, is beginning to crawl and still nothing happens. I feel his breath a second before I hear him loudly whisper,
“Just how long are yo’ willing to stand still for Aizen-sama?”
My eyes fixed on Aizen’s back I think I see him slightly stiffen across the shoulders. Trying to lighten the moment a tad I answer with a touch of sweetness in my voice,
“As long as Aizen-dono commands me to”
I can feel his breath move across my neck as he switches ears in which to torment. Shivers shoot down my spine as a man I worship leans into my body.
“But what if I command yo’ to move?”
I definitly see a slight movement of Aizen’s left arm this time.
Time stands still as the shivers drop like lead weights into my stomach and churn as I realize the trap I am being pushed into.
Damned by Aizen if I do, damned by Ichimaru if I don’t.
Not needing either of them wanting my blood, I hope to use the only weapon I have against stronger males…
flirt like all hell.
Make ‘em laugh and then escape while they were still chuckling. I hadn’t survived this long surrounded by powerful men, used to taking whatever they wanted by force, without learning a few survival tactics. I again use sweet in my voice but this time I add some sass too, as I reply,
“And just how did you want me to move Ichimaru-sama?”
Relief washes through me as I hear his light chuckle.
“Oi, 'lil miss 18, so the reports are true, yo’ is the expert at escaping the awkward moment.”
The sassy grin on my face is wiped clean at the sudden touch of his finger on my spine. My eyes go wide as I mentally scream my frustration. Racking my brain for a way to salvage the moment, I don’t notice Aizen turn around in his chair until he speaks,
“Do you know what we were talking about before your abrupt arrival, Mija-kun?”
Still aware of Ichimaru’s light touch on my neck, my mind is unable to process Aizen’s words and I just stand there dumbly looking at him. With the smallest of smiles Aizen continues,
“Control.”
Still suffering mental freeze as the finger lightly strokes the ridges of my spine; I look around the Control Room and nod my attempt at understanding. Yes, ok I got it, they were in the Control Room and were discussing control…now would you please save me from the impending doom I feel on my neck!!!
Aizen’s smile widens as another chuckle comes from Ichimaru, but there is no wash of relief for me with this chuckle though. The finger and breath remove themselves from me and I can feel my ability to breath, return. But Ichimaru continues his observance of me, one foot from my back.
Badly feeling the need to escape, I mentally chew my lip as I debate asking for the report and in turn, my exit. Throwing caution to the wind I blurt out,
“Aizen-dono if you are done, I can deliver that report for you.”
With the slightest narrowing of his eyes, Aizen completely ignores me and continues as if I hadn’t spoken,
“Control… and the things it allows you to do.”
Aizen rises and comes closer to me, to where all I can do is stare into his eyes. When he is an arms length away, he gently takes my chin in his hand. My stomach completely sinks as I began to understand the undercurrents of the room.
I am today’s play toy.
I just hope I survive the honor.
The understanding must have shown across my face, for all the sudden Aizen flashes me his 1000 watt smile.
CHAPTER 2
“Come Mija-kun”
And with those words, Aizen turns and walks towards the door. My foot, out of habit, was moving before I even realized it. But the voice of Reason screams out in my head, to halt.
What was I doing? Was I really gonna follo…
My internal argument was interrupted by the lightest of touches on my neck. Ichimaru’s palm rests gently upon my skin, yet I can feel the weight of the impending meaning. For a heartbeat I continue to debate with myself, and then I felt the slightest of pressure increase on my neck.
And with that, I follow Aizen’s broad shoulders out of the room.
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In the white stone hallways I am able to quickly fall in step behind the leisurely pace Aizen has set. Ichimaru takes up station walking beside me and to the casual observer it looks like we are on our way to a staff meeting.
I sneak a peek at Ichimaru, out of the corner of my eyes; he has his trademark grin in place and the casual walk of the unworried. I clasp my hands together in my long sleeves so as to stop the shaking.
The voice of Confidence was now beginning to argue with the voice of Fear within me.
I am a powerful Arrancar…in line to test for a spot as an Espada…I can defend myself if need be, states Confidence.
Whatthefuck!!! Are you crazy!!! This is Aizen-dono and Ichimaru-sama…you would lose your head before you even laid hand to your hilt! shoots back Fear.
Its just sex…what’s the big deal? Lazily inquires Analytical.
JUST SEX!! DID U HEAR WHAT AIZEN-DONO SAID??? There is no way this will be JUST sex!!! rants Fear.
Doubt of course chooses this moment to make an entrance and ask Maybe we are all wrong and this is nothing?
ShutTheFuckUp BAKA!! Fear screams back. I slam a mental door shut on all of them and turn my focus towards Sol Zarita.
Can we defend ourselves against them, my friend?
My zanpaktou turns a jaundiced eye towards me and states, We will be destroyed.
A deep shudder vibrates through my soul power as my zanpaktou finally voices the obvious.
Again sneaking a peek at Ichimaru, I see his grin widen.
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Realizing that the internal war within me is becoming obvious through the fluctuations of my rieatsu, I quickly regain my focus and control. Following Aizen around yet another corner in the maze of never-ending white hallways, Acceptance whispers quietly to me,
There is no way you can fight your way out of this, therefore we focus on surviving, surviving with as much honor as possible.
My backbone stiffens as I feel a trickle of strength come back.
This is sex, you have handled men in these situations before, and that’s what you have to think of them as…men…not gods.
Aizen turns and steps through a doorway.
Ichimaru follows, not even pausing to look and see if I will.
Swallowing a lump in my throat, I enter.
Five steps in, I stop and with head held high and hands clasped, I paint a look of pride on my features.
Aizen continues on across the massive bedroom to a long table where there is a hot tea service waiting.
They had expected to come here all along.
I refuse to swallow the lump that has reformed and continue to look blankly ahead. Ichimaru is still by the doorway, and he begins to slowly slide the door shut. The whisper of the lock clicking in place makes my knees want to knock, but I refuse to allow them to.
Ichimaru goes to join Aizen at the table. As Aizen hands him a cup of tea, he comments,
“See the long walk is necessary so as to allow time for them to defeat themselves.”
With a long look at me over his tea cup, Ichimaru responds,
“Oi, so I noticed."
Breathe in, breathe out is all I can concentrate on. Don’t let my body betray my emotions.
After taking another sip of tea, Aizen continues,
“Anticipation is a powerful weapon to destroying resolve. They always seem able to think up things that are almost as bad as what happens…almost.”
My breath catches slightly but I keep my focus, breathe in, breathe out.
Aizen studies me thoughtfully for a moment and then persists,
“But Mija-kun is by far the most powerful to date, so although you could feel her rieatsu fluctuating, it seems like she hasn’t melted into an emotional puddle like the others did."
Still just breathe in, breathe ou….DID HE JUST SAY OTHERS!?!
Panic claws its way up my throat.
THE RUMORS ARE TRUE!! screams Fear.
I mentally kick Fear back into the closet it had escaped from and again slam that door shut.
No, this is just another ploy to break me, I can’t let it work. I need to surprise them somehow. I can’t just play into their hands. If it is true about the others being a complete mess, than I need to be the opposite. I need to play Aizen at his own game. I can feel Sol Zarita beginning to flame from the increase of my resolve; she is ready to fight if I need her. But what do I do? I need to…to…
I turn my head and look at Aizen in the eye, and smile.
“I’ll take that as a compliment Aizen-dono”
Gin ducks his head and chuckles, while Aizen quietly replies,
“As well you should Mija-kun.”
Aizen lowers his head a tad and his eyes begin to bore into mine. I feel the surge of power hit me but Sol Zarita, true to her word, is in front of me and bears the full brunt of the spirit force. Gasping, she mentally relays to me she will only be able to help hold him off for maybe half a minute or so. I itch to have my mask move from the top of my head to cover my face, to be able to hide behind the power of it. But I realize fighting would be useless, I am using this time simply to make them realize that I wasn’t going to be weak about all this. But we all knew I had maybe fifteen seconds left.
What could I do to gain a foothold of control here?
This is going to be about power and control, through sex. Those other females who went missing were obviously weak, Aizen had said they hadn’t even made it this far. I only have a few more moments. Sol Zarita is taking deep ragged breaths, any second now I am going to have to bear the full brunt of his spirit power, and I won’t be able to move.
What to do, what to do?
The epiphany hits me like a ton of bricks.