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God is Dead

Title: God is DeadFandom: BleachPairing: Aizen/UlquiorraRating: NC-17Warnings: spoilers, BDSM themesSummary: 'He did not fear his master, although he knew he should; this was why Aizen-sama favored him the most.'Feedback is loved. ♥ Pointing out of typos is appreciated.pimped @ bleach_yaoi, kurosaki_clinicand what the hell, here's some mood music for you. If you're into that kinda thing. ;o[Smashing Pumpkins - Love] ||| [Nine Inch Nails - Wish]Sure-footed he came through the door, but his steps slowed and hesitated as he entered, just as he always did when he noticed there was no one else in the room. No one except himself and the man seated across the room, watching him from the dais with those cold, calculating, deadly-beautiful eyes.Ulquiorra closed his eyes for a brief moment, sensing if there were any others nearby. He knew without having to check that they were alone, utterly, like the last two souls on earth. Or not earth, rather. Maybe heaven.Its just us, Ulquiorra, spoke that deep, velvety voice, the one that, in his mind, followed him all day long, purring into his ear, tingling his senses.Aizen-sama, he spoke, his own voice falsely confident; that was how Aizen loved to play this game. The air in the chamber, usually stretched taut with ambition, bloodlust, and a tight sort of anxiety, grew thicker, making it seem as if the walls were closing in on him. The aura emanating from the throne itself was predatory, avaricious, and Ulquiorra felt the invisible chain tighten around his neck.Come closer, the voice commanded, and Ulquiorra obeyed without a second thought. He did not fear his master, although he knew he should; this was why Aizen-sama favored him the most.What do you need of me, Aizen-sama? he knelt before the dais, feeling those magnificent eyes staring at him hard, controlling his body with their gaze.I was wondering if you wouldnt mind entertaining me for a while, Ulquiorra.Of course, sir. Ulquiorra raised his head to meet Aizens gaze.Master, Aizen corrected him, voice as gentle as his eyes were hard.Of course, master, Ulquiorra bowed his head once more. Whatever you wish is mine to fulfill.Come here, the order was so sharp that any other arrancar wouldve winced. Not Ulquiorra. He raised his head up once more and ascended the steps with a steady gait, eyes stuck knowingly to the floor. He felt Aizens gaze sweep over him like a cool wind, making the thin, infinitesimal hairs covering his body stand on end. Goosebumps formed beneath his garb, cells aflame beneath the surface of his skin with apprehension.He came to a stop before where Aizen sat back on his throne like the mighty king he was; one arm propped up on the thrones arm, holding his head beneath the strong chin, the other resting lazily by his side, lazy like his position was, slouched over and legs propped open. Ulquiorra thought he looked like a god among kings.Aizen raised his free hand and indicated with a curl of his finger for Ulquiorra to move as close as possible. Ulquiorra knelt obediently, crouching down between his masters legs. A soft smile curved at the corners of Aizens mouth as his hand, cold as ice, swept gently over Ulquiorras face.Ulquiorra closed his eyes, holding back a gasp. If he had a heart, he knew itd be racing uncontrollably right now. And yet still, his expression remained calm. The pad of Aizens thumb swept over his bottom lip.Such a lovely child, Aizens voice was a lions soft warning growl, a throaty drag of syllables intended to render its victim stiff with terror.Ulquiorra opened his eyes. Aizen pushed his thumb into his mouth and gripped the chin beneath with his other fingers, effectively grabbing Ulquiorras lower jaw in his hand. Ulquiorra felt the tip of Aizens thumbnail dig into his gum beneath his tongue, and the metallic taste that told him he had drawn blood.Aizen jerked his hand a few inches upward, making Ulquiorras neck snap painfully. Still, he did not blink. Aizen gripped down hard for a moment before letting go with a dismissive push. Ulquiorra felt saliva drip down his chin, and watched as Aizen wiped his blood and spit onto his own robe. Ulquiorra thought briefly how he wished Aizen had used his own robe; Aizens was not worth soiling with his own cold blood.Aizens posture showed no change in emotion, but Ulquiorra could feel a familiar savagery tighten the air around him.Undress, Aizen ordered, almost sounding impatient. Ulquiorra rose to his feet and complied. Aizen stopped him once, reaching out for his sword as Ulquiorra meant to put it aside with the rest of his garb. You might be needing that, he said with a cruel smile. Ulquiorra handed it over with a droning yes, master. He knew he most likely wouldnt; it was all part of the game.The cold air in the room bothered him not at all, the blood beneath his skin already near-freezing in temperature. His white skin, prickled with goosebumps, shivered not from the cold, but from the almost-violent approval he could feel in Aizens stare. Aizen gave voice to that approval in a barely-audible hum, but the desire Ulquiorra heard in that simple hum was enough to stir the beginnings of arousal, twisted and depraved.Aizen rose momentarily from his seat, and at first Ulquiorra thought he would approach him, but instead he walked behind his throne, reaching for something; Ulquiorra realized what it was before he saw it. Aizen approached him then, and with gentle, almost-loving movements, offset only by the coldness of his eyes, he tied the black cord around Ulquiorras neck. When he was done, he tipped Ulquiorras chin up and kissed him, sweetly, on the lips.Ulquiorra was led towards the stone white throne, Aizens hand curling the lead of the leash around his hand, tightening his hold. It wasnt that it was necessary, they both knew; Ulquiorra would rip his own throat out from his neck if Aizen so desired. It was just another part of the game; the game of a king. The game of a would-be god.An inaudible gasp escaped his mouth as Aizen pushed him without warning against the thrones right arm. The sharp stone edge dug into his skin painfully, but the gasp wasnt from that; it was from a hardness, familiar and merciless, that pressed against the right side of his rear. Aizen rocked his hips, making the stone scrape away tiny bits of flesh on Ulquiorras chest where he was pressed against it, and then thrusted against him hard once, twice, thrice, pushing the sharp edge into his skin.Aizen pulled him away then, turning him around. Oh my. Did you hurt yourself, Ulquiorra? Aizen rubbed a finger over the cut, making it smart with pain and gathering blood onto his finger. He held the finger to Ulquiorras mouth, which revealed a pink tongue, swiftly lapping it off.Yes, master, Ulquiorras voice had gone softer than normal, as he knew Aizen liked it, liked him. Soft, pliant, obedient, submissive. A perfect slave to his every cruel whim.Mmm, Aizen moaned in approval. Good boy. Youre even lovelier when you bleed. His eyes burned a cold fire as he swept his fingers through the seeping wound, smearing blood across the white torso. The bleeding stopped quickly enough after that, giving Aizen nothing left to play with. Aizen smiled with the knowledge that he could have that chest open again for him with just a single command. But now, there were other ways to play.Aizen sat down, leaning back comfortably on his throne. He dangled the leashs lead between his fingers teasingly, an amused smirk playing across his features as Ulquiorra watched him, beautiful green eyes glancing briefly at his lap.Indeed, his arousal pushed prominently against the front of his pants. But it wasnt time for that quite yet.Down on your knees. With your back to me.Ulquiorras eyes betrayed no visible emotion, as always. It was one of his favorite things about the child, that he could remain so seemingly stoic, even under great heights of pain and pleasure alike. He knelt down on the cold stone before the chair, his small, white ass turned towards Aizen.Bend over, this order was softer, and yet hungry as well. Aizen licked his lips as the childs delicate-looking cock swung between his legs, and smiled as he bent down further, revealing a small, smooth asshole.Aizen pulled on the leash, pulling Ulquiorras neck backwards, and placed a foot on either of his ass cheeks, curling the thin, fragile body into a graceful, breathtaking arch. The cord tightened around the pale throat, making the skin directly beneath it even whiter.Aizen took his feet away, but kept his strong grip on the leash. Touch yourself. With two hands. Ill hold you up.It was undoubtedly an agonizing position, but that was just what Aizen loved. Two elegant, bony hands slid down the lithe body, one atop the arched back, one beneath the torso, between his legs. The first reached expertly for the tiny pink hole, middle finger sliding between the cheeks, as the second reached back to grip a swollen sac, massaging it firmly before sliding a fist around the hardening cock. All the time, Ulquiorra was kept from falling face first by the tight cord around his neck, not tight enough to suffocate, but tight enough to strangle.Aizen let his own free hand cup his hardening erection, and his breathing picked up as the beautiful child before him pleasured himself with slow, sure strokes. A long, slim digit slid in and out, tip to knuckle-deep, and Aizen suddenly had a better idea. He loosened his hold on the leash a little, allowing Ulquiorra to steady himself.Sit back.Ulquiorra turned his head and saw Aizen holding a hand out for him.These will fit better.Ulquiorra understood, and crawled back a couple steps to level his ass with Aizens fingers. Aizen placed one hand, the one still holding the leash, on the small of his back, and pressed two fingers into him with a measured, brutal carelessness.Although he could stave off resistance in his outward appearance, Ulquiorra could not help the immediate tightening of his muscles that pushed Aizens fingers back out of him. Breathing calmly, and steadying himself on his hands, he relaxed, and the second insertion met with absolutely no resistance, save the natural tightness of his body.What Aizen loved best about Ulquiorra was not his beauty, or his obedience, or his unquestionable devotion. It was the fact that the child had quickly grown to love these games as much as Aizen himself did. The others were not so amiable.Ulquiorras love of the game was evident in the increasing jerks of his hips, back and forth, harder and deeper each time, impaling himself on Aizens fingers. Less than a minute had passed and Aizen felt the gorgeous body around him tighten and spasm, and looked between the childs legs to see the splash of his semen onto the stone floor. Aizen extracted his fingers and slid them down to the softening cock, rubbing lovingly over the tip. Like his blood, Ulquiorras ejaculate was cool to the touch.Aizen could feel his own blood, hot like fire, beat furiously through his veins. He took his hands away, wiped them onto his robe, and sat back. Turn around.Ulquiorra turned, pale face flushed with light pink, green eyes looking up to their master with ill-disguised desire. Even if he could keep his emotions from his face, when it came to Aizen, his eyes revealed all.He reached into Aizens lap knowingly, undoing the tie on his pants and loosening them. Aizen lifted his hips for a moment so he could remove them completely, making him more comfortable. Ulquiorra held himself up on one arm, propped between Aizens legs as he leaned forward and took the sizable erection into his mouth, holding the base in his other hand.Aizens beautiful, deadly eyes sparked with pleasure as soft pink lips wrapped eagerly around him. Like the rest of his body, the childs mouth was cool, but the combination of wetness, friction, and the sweet, pleasing face wanting nothing more than to make him feel good, was more than enough.Ulquiorras throat opened for him, taking the thick cock all the way into his mouth. Aizen held a hand against the back of his head, holding him there, and he stilled as Aizen jerked his hips up, fucking the back of his throat.A few minutes of this, and Aizen found the act unsatisfying. He wanted something tighter, something that would make the child experience this as much as he was. He yanked Ulquiorra back from his hair, his violence a testament to his mounting lust. He pushed the boy from his lap, stood up, and pulled roughly on the leash so Ulquiorra stood up next to him.Aizen thought quickly, deciding how he wanted him. He twirled Ulquiorra half around and grabbed both his wrists, and with the leashs lead, tied his hands tightly behind his back. He then pushed him forward until he knees smacked against the throne, and Ulquiorra climbed onto it, understanding what his master wanted.He knew he shouldnt, but he hastened a quick glance over his shoulder. What he saw tore through him every time; the look of cruel lust that too-closely resembled hatred, and the cold glint in his eyes that sharpened into a crazed ferocity, like a predator feasting on a scrap of meat. It was at that moment when all remaining fear, however great or small, would leave Ulquiorra entirely. His own foolishness for loving Aizen, and the realization that this wasnt just a game, but the very antithesis to the emotions he desired, left him empty and devoid of any sort of concern.Aizen grabbed roughly onto the cord wove around his neck the same moment he thrusted inside him. The force was enough that Ulquiorras resisting muscles couldnt fight, and the deep, gut-wrenching pain wouldve made him cry out, had he been anyone less than himself. And that, at the end of it all, was his greatest consolation; at least he, unlike them, wasnt trash, and Aizen-sama, in his wisdom, knew this to be true.Aizen fucked him mercilessly hard, each and every thrust forceful enough to scrape his knees against the cold stone. A couple times the force was so great he accidentally smacked his head on the back of the throne, poised dangerously close to his face. When that happened, the next thrust would always be considerably more gentle. It shouldnt have sparked a glimmer of hope within Ulquiorra, he knew, but it did anyway.The pain faded into a sort of numbness that eventually gave way to pleasure. It was then that Ulquiorra became aware of his cock, hard and leaking, swinging somewhat comically between his legs, and he wondered what it would be like to stroke himself in time with Aizens thrusts, a mutual pace building towards a mutual pleasure.Aizen made no sound beyond the panting of his breath when he came, and even that was much softer than Ulquiorras own. He emptied himself mostly inside him, but pulled out roughly for the final few spasms, shooting a warmth onto the raw, reddened hole, a warmth that Ulquiorra wished, more than anything, he possessed himself.When he was done, Aizen untied his hands. Ulquiorra stepped off the throne before finishing himself off, not wanting to soil his masters seat.He let out another gasp as he came; he would have to punish himself for that later, letting too much show in front of Aizen-sama. The tiny quip of breath seemed to bounce endlessly off the tall stone walls, magnifying it to untold proportions; the sound of his shame reverberating through his ears. But not just his ears; Aizens and Gins and Tousens, every one of the Espada, and the lesser ones, the trash, the humans on earth and the shinigami in soul society, and the God, untouchable in his domain, the domain Aizen sought above all else. The single gasp could be heard throughout all, and Ulquiorra wanted to erase everything, everybody that heard it, even God, yes, hed kill God for Aizen-sama, and everyone would be dead, and only he and Aizen-sama would remain, a King, a God in his new kingdom, and . . . Ulquiorra knew hed never be spared. His shame saw to that.Ulquiorra, Aizen interrupted his thoughts, and Ulquiorra turned to see his master fully-clothed, and seated once again upon the throne like the king he was.Yes sir.Bring the girl to me. I need to have a word with her.The girl . . . He finished dressing himself hastily, ignoring the thin streams of blood between his legs.Yes sir. Ulquiorra stepped out of the chamber and back into the rest of the world.FIN-------------

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