"Succumb" (GinRuki, Rated PG-13-R)
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skellywagTitle: "Succumb"
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
skellywag
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: GinRuki
Rating: PG-13 to R depending how you tilt your head
Warnings: Mindfuck, sort of, and a slightly chan-like feel, even though Rukia is completely of age (which is why I'd potentially up the rating to an R, even though nothing happens). Oh, and creep-factor, because it's Gin we're dealing with. Srsly.
A/N: My first Bleachfic. Of many. :| I apologize for the lack of porn. I really was intending to write some, but it just wouldn't work. I blamesnuzzie.
"Oh no… Rukia-chan's all by herself…" That sly, oily voice seemed to slide up her spine, and the girl suppressed a shudder. "Where is her nii-sama, I wonder…"
Rukia slowly turned to regard the man, keeping her face neutral. She'd recognized the unique, slangy drawl of Third Division captain Ichimaru Gin almost immediately, so her initial shock was already under control. Her voice didn't even shake as she replied, though it was more subdued than normal. "Nii-sama needed to speak to several of the other captains, and asked me to wait here." Well, that was more a euphemism than anything; Kuchiki Byakuya never asked for things to be done.
"Sounds like he'll be gone a while," Ichimaru commented, his already unsettling grin somehow managing to widen. "It's jus' not right, t' leave a lady by herself. Come with me. We'll have some tea while ya wait."
"Thank you for the offer," the girl responded politely (how she managed it was a secret even to her). "But I was told to wait here. Maybe some other time."
Gin wasn't stupid; he knew she was unsettled. His tone was terribly amused as he persisted, seizing her by the upper arm and physically guiding her towards his quarters; he knew she wouldn't resist him. "Don't worry 'bout it, Rukia-chan. I'll have ya back 'fore your nii-sama even knows yer gone. If'n I don't, I'll tell Kuchiki-san it's my fault ya were missed."
Rukia let herself be pulled along, a sinking feeling descending. Her stomach was in knots, feeling as though she had very recently swallowed several large snakes. The man's grip on her arm seemed to weigh physically upon her, bringing her down, sending a thrill that permeated through her.
When they arrived, and Ichimaru slid open the door to his rooms, Rukia realized she'd been bracing herself for the worst. She felt the strangest bit of disappointment as she stepped inside and looked around. The rooms, or at least the one she was in now, were shockingly ordinary; she'd been expecting to find the small furry carcasses of animals dangling from the ceiling, or something equally disturbing. In spite of the surprisingly normal setting, however, Rukia's heart leapt into her throat when she heard the soft snap of the door sliding closed behind them. Her eyes were wider than usual when she turned to face Ichimaru-taichou, as if to counter the fact that the man's eyes were always impossibly narrow, calculating.
"Sit," Gin offered, waving a hand at a number of cushions situated around a kotatsu. Though the man's tone was pleasant enough, he noticed Rukia hadn't even considered protesting. Kuchiki Byakuya wasn't the only one who issued veiled commands.
The tea was already steaming from its pot, an obvious indication that this whole thing had been completely contrived by Gin, but he pointedly ignored that fact as he sat down at one side of the kotatsu, adjacent to the one Rukia had chosen. He watched with interest as she managed to cringe away from him without actually moving. He couldn't resist mentioning it. "Do I make ya nervous, Rukia-chan? Do ya think I might bite ya?" he asked, gaze locked on her as he poured their tea. His grin widened, razor-sharp.
Rukia couldn't hide her flinch this time, though she apparently hadn't done well enough the last time, either. "No!" she objected lamely. "Why would I think something like that?" She wrapped her hands around her teacup, absorbing the heat from it with an air of desperation. Her blood seemed to be running unnaturally cold.
A silent moment passed in which the female shinigami kept her eyes locked on her teacup, miraculously managing to take a sp, but the quiet was too strange, too unnerving. She raised her eyes to Ichimaru, and found herself instantly lost in the intensity of his gaze, though she could barely see his eyes.
"You are frightened," he murmured to her, and he was right. His voice had lost its slangy informality, and Rukia found it more terrifying than the fact that he had shifted to sit right beside her; his proximity and presence reminding her of just how small and insignificant she was. "I don't bite too hard, Rukia-chan…" he all but whispered in her ear. She felt polluted by the very oil in his voice, her trembling hands causing her teacup to rattle upon the polished surface of the table.
However, and this fact horrified Rukia most of all, the snakes writhing in the pit of her stomach didn't entirely feel as though they were angry or fighting, but something else completely. The very idea of it disgusted her to her core. She sat there shivering, looking down at her teacup, wishing she could push him away, but frightened to; and even more afraid that she might not actually want to.
She wasn't moving, except for the uncontrolled quaking of her hands, but for some reason, Ichimaru wasn't drawing attention to that fact. Rukia winced when she realized why. His long, thin fingers ghosted the top of her head, brushing across her hair oh, so slowly. Slipping down the back, parting her hair. His fingers were cold as they stroked almost gently along the warm skin at the back of her neck. Almost gently, because there was far too much subtle menace in the action for it to be truly gentle, so far as she could tell.
And then his hand was gone, disappearing into the massive sleeves of his haori, a whisper of movement in her hair the only evidence that she hadn't imagined the whole thing. In the next moment, the door of Ichimaru's rooms slid open to reveal the other imposing figure in Rukia's life. However, the girl was already so frightened because of the man beside her, she could do nothing more than gaze on her adoptive brother, eyes wide and unblinking.
"Didn't I tell you to wait for me outside Aizen-taichou's rooms?" Kuchiki Byakuya's clear, imperious tones were the same as always: quiet, and almost impossibly neutral.
It was his voice that brought Rukia back, and she quickly rose to her feet, performing a deep bow. "I'm very sorry, nii-sama, I-"
She was interrupted by Ichimaru, who had risen also. He stepped in between the Kuchikis, smile spread on his shrewd face. "Don't blame Rukia-chan. Was me that asked her t' come. Couldna very well refuse a captain, could she?" The casual, slangy tone had returned, and the man's confidence never faltered, not even when the full weight of Byakuya's gaze fell upon him.
"She was given instructions by a captain," he informed the other man coldly. She should have told you of her orders and then obeyed them." The noble gave the slightest inclination of his head, demeanour clearly impatient. Rukia quickly skirted around Ichimaru to join her brother at his side, quailing slightly when Ichimaru's eyes dropped from the other captain to her.
"'Course yer right, Kuchiki," Gin replied, smile never faltering, even as he made his apologies. "Shoulda known better." Even as he spoke to Byakuya, his eyes were only for Rukia.
The Sixth Division captain scrutinized Ichimaru wordlessly for a long moment, and then turned and left, not even bothering with basic etiquette in saying goodbye; clearly the other man wasn't worth it.
Gin watched as Rukia scrambled to catch up with her brother, eyes sharp and calculating, and something else, less obvious. "See ya later then, Rukia-chan!" he called, before sliding closed his door, utterly satisfied.
~~~~~~~~~~
Even days later, Rukia was perplexed. She had been soundly berated by her brother for disobeying his direct command, but not a single word had been said about Ichimaru Gin, nor her being alone with him in his room. Perhaps it simply didn't matter to Byakuya either way, so long as he was obeyed. Her heart sank at the thought.
Since her run-in with Ichimaru, she had taken the greatest care not to spend any length of time in public areas by herself, not wanting to give the man another opportunity to corner her. This had been quite effective, but even surrounded by people, she could feel the chill of his gaze upon her, a completely unwelcome intrusion.
The week of relative peace had lulled Rukia into a false sense of security, so when two all-too-familiar hands dropped lightly onto her shoulders, she completely hadn't been expecting it, not even thinking to have been scanning for reiatsu. Obviously, that had proven to be a huge mistake, and the girl shuddered violently as Ichimaru leaned down to put his mouth right beside her ear.
"What was that, Rukia-chan? You're inviting me to your room? Don't mind if I do…" Ichimaru's voice was soft and smooth, no trace of a drawl. It was like silk rubbing up and down Rukia's spine, nearly obscene. She shivered and continued down to her room, silently begging for someone, anyone to come by this way, but the hall was deserted in both directions, and Rukia was forced to allow Ichimaru entrance to her room.
She turned to watch him slide her door closed, biting her lip in anxiety. "What do you want?" she asked uncertainly, knowing what answer she was likely to get, and inwardly dreading to hear it.
Gin turned to regard Rukia, tilting his head as she asked her question, very fox-like. "Well, isn't it obvious?" he all but purred, slinking up to her and then circling around, a shark that had spotted prey. The intensity of his gaze flitted from her face, to her throat, and then lower, slowly sizing her up. Hakama really weren't flattering; he was curious to see what he might find under hers. Finally, he paused, standing behind her. He could feel Rukia trembling, though he had yet to touch her.
Was she truly so afraid of him? Gin didn't think so. If she were really so frightened, there was very little he could have done to get her here in the first place. Though they hadn't seen anyone along the way, there were any number of people nearby she could have asked for help. No, he didn't think it was fear; he wasn't sure if he'd actually instilled fear into anyone. Disgust, certainly, but Gin thought he was too pale and thin, smiled too often to be truly terrifying.
"You're not afraid of me, are you, Rukia-chan?" the man murmured teasingly, smirking when she visibly started at the question. "You're afraid of the way I make you feel." It was a wild guess, but Gin knew that even if he was wrong, his words would at least unsettle Rukia.
The girl's indigo eyes had gone wide in shock, her mouth a small, round 'o' as she argued against what he'd said, inside her head. No. Gin was wrong. He had to be. His fingers pressed her shoulders, a thumb at the nape of her neck, sliding down her arms. No. Rukia shuddered in revulsion, but revulsion of who? She was no longer sure, and that thought truly did terrify her.
"How long has it been, that you have belonged to me? Do you even remember giving me this power?" Gin wondered if she even understood exactly what he was implying, whether she was ready to hear it. He supposed she probably wasn't, but who would be? There was a pause as he allowed her to consider what he'd said, and as her shivering seemed to escalate, the man leaned in and began pressing deceptively gentle kisses to the side of Rukia's throat.
Her skin was soft and smooth, impossibly pale. Gin wanted to mark it with his teeth, assert physical dominance to match the way he'd mentally overwhelmed her. But he couldn't, not yet. There was still some resistance; he could feel it tensing just between her shoulder blades, coiling like a cat preparing to spring. He began rubbing at the spot with his thumb, trying to smooth away her distrust with a practiced flick of his wrist.
She had been expecting something like this, certainly, from the moment Ichimaru's voice had softened, somehow becoming pleasing to the ear. It was another ploy, of course; it could be no less. Not from this man. For as long as Rukia could remember, he had been something sinister to her, a threat, most definitely. His informality, a leering grin, always so friendly; they were just ways of getting close, closer than you'd ever wanted him to get, but then, he was just being friendly, of course.
How was it, then, that she could be enjoying this, even a little? His mouth was warm and slightly moist on her throat, and she could not but like the way it felt, the warm coil in her belly was clearly traitorous. It was just a touch, though. She still hated him, was resolutely convincing herself of that fact when she felt his hand on her back, and slowly, against her will, her tension and forced restraint began surely to melt away beneath Ichimaru's long, practiced fingers.
She would have had to be completely blind not to realize that, really, the man was right. By her irrational fear of him (for surely there was no justification for it save her deep unease in his presence), she had allowed him possession of her. It was a weakness that it had cost him nothing to capitalize upon. And yet, he was being gentle, though he had no need to be. It shook Rukia to her core. He should have been forceful, violent even, though truthfully she'd never seen him act violently, either… But, he was neither of those things, and Ichimaru Gin continued to ply her fears with a caress of lips on her skin, soothing croons into her ear.
Rukia only realized what she was doing when it was far too late to stop herself. She'd turned to face the man, her deep indigo eyes wide – not with fear, but with understanding. She had done so many things wrong; there was so much of herself that she resented. Guilt was an animal that had begun gnawing at her from the inside so long ago, she was sure she must be hollow by now. And then there was this man, who saw all, and didn't judge. She looked into his face, searched his eyes desperately, and gasped softly when he opened them widely enough to show her their depths.
The irises were crimson, but that hadn't been the reason for the girl's gasp. His gaze did not bear the weight of her sins, and indeed he seemed only to regard her with warmth. No, that wasn't quite right, and Rukia flushed with dawning realization. There was heat in Ichimaru's eyes, and it seemed to sear into her, leaving her breathless and needy and desperately confused.
His arms slid around her waist, pulling her to him, and Rukia tilted her head so that she could maintain eye contact. She was lost, utterly lost in his eyes. Or maybe she'd finally been found. His smile, always so unsettling previously, was nothing but kind to her, as Gin bent down to kiss her.
His mouth was a resuscitation against her own, though she simultaneously felt like she was drowning. His lips were warm and strangely soft, clearly experienced, and he slipped a hand into her hair, using his touch as a guide to ply her body more fully against him. It was slightly awkward; Rukia was so much shorter than him. However, she seemed hardly to notice, one hand gently rising to the back of Gin's neck. Her fingers were a curious twist in hair as soft as fox fur, and she held him close, her lips parting with barely a suggestion of tongue.
Finally, he seemed to realize his height was difficult for her, because he lifted her off her feet and carried her to her bed, stretching her out upon it. Rukia's heart fluttered and leapt frenetically, her nervousness almost tangible, but Gin merely knelt beside her and leaned in for another kiss; the semblance of the perfect gentleman. However, the girl was no longer sure that that was what she wanted. She remembered how he'd looked at her, deep down into her; she'd never been touched so intimately before, and with just a look.
Rukia reached up and trailed her fingers along the pale white skin of his throat, clearly hesitant. Her touch seemed to surprise him, and he broke the kiss with a raised eyebrow. Then, his smile morphing into something vaguely teasing, he straightened and rather sinuously shed his white, flowing captain's robe in a shrug of his shoulders. Rukia's face heated in the next moment when Gin's haori dropped unceremoniously to join it on the floor. Her gaze was drawn to his flawless porcelain skin, and she sat up, reaching out to touch what she could not take her eyes off of. She knew he was powerful; one could not have reached his position otherwise, but it certainly wasn't obvious from looking at the man.
Rukia's fingers traced the dips and curves of his lightly muscled chest and abdomen; she would be hard-pressed to find more than an ounce of fat on his body. His collarbone and sternum were nearly bird-boned, giving Gin the deceptive appearance of someone delicate. The girl grew braver, and lightly dragged her fingernails across the top of one shoulder, eliciting a curious shiver in the man. His omnipresent smile melted away in the wake of something far more intense.
It was that exciting bite of fingernails on his skin that seemed to bring Gin awake again. His smile had evaporated, and yet he bore no urge to replace it with something fake. He pulled Rukia forward eagerly, her legs parting easily for him as he settled her in a straddle of his thighs. Cupping her face in his hands, the man kissed her again, much of his previous gentleness gone in a torrent of desire. Much to his surprise, however, Rukia kissed him back with a nearly equal fervency, though she was fueled by a great deal less experience. He was momentarily stunned, though his surprise rapidly shifted to self-satisfaction. Gin had enthralled her fully, rolled her mind to his desires. Idly he wondered if she had actually fostered these emotions herself like he had implied she had, or if it was completely his own doing.
At that point, it really didn't matter, because either way, he had won, and now he would reap the rewards.
~Fin.
Author:
skellywagFandom: Bleach
Pairing: GinRuki
Rating: PG-13 to R depending how you tilt your head
Warnings: Mindfuck, sort of, and a slightly chan-like feel, even though Rukia is completely of age (which is why I'd potentially up the rating to an R, even though nothing happens). Oh, and creep-factor, because it's Gin we're dealing with. Srsly.
A/N: My first Bleachfic. Of many. :| I apologize for the lack of porn. I really was intending to write some, but it just wouldn't work. I blame
snuzzie."Oh no… Rukia-chan's all by herself…" That sly, oily voice seemed to slide up her spine, and the girl suppressed a shudder. "Where is her nii-sama, I wonder…"
Rukia slowly turned to regard the man, keeping her face neutral. She'd recognized the unique, slangy drawl of Third Division captain Ichimaru Gin almost immediately, so her initial shock was already under control. Her voice didn't even shake as she replied, though it was more subdued than normal. "Nii-sama needed to speak to several of the other captains, and asked me to wait here." Well, that was more a euphemism than anything; Kuchiki Byakuya never asked for things to be done.
"Sounds like he'll be gone a while," Ichimaru commented, his already unsettling grin somehow managing to widen. "It's jus' not right, t' leave a lady by herself. Come with me. We'll have some tea while ya wait."
"Thank you for the offer," the girl responded politely (how she managed it was a secret even to her). "But I was told to wait here. Maybe some other time."
Gin wasn't stupid; he knew she was unsettled. His tone was terribly amused as he persisted, seizing her by the upper arm and physically guiding her towards his quarters; he knew she wouldn't resist him. "Don't worry 'bout it, Rukia-chan. I'll have ya back 'fore your nii-sama even knows yer gone. If'n I don't, I'll tell Kuchiki-san it's my fault ya were missed."
Rukia let herself be pulled along, a sinking feeling descending. Her stomach was in knots, feeling as though she had very recently swallowed several large snakes. The man's grip on her arm seemed to weigh physically upon her, bringing her down, sending a thrill that permeated through her.
When they arrived, and Ichimaru slid open the door to his rooms, Rukia realized she'd been bracing herself for the worst. She felt the strangest bit of disappointment as she stepped inside and looked around. The rooms, or at least the one she was in now, were shockingly ordinary; she'd been expecting to find the small furry carcasses of animals dangling from the ceiling, or something equally disturbing. In spite of the surprisingly normal setting, however, Rukia's heart leapt into her throat when she heard the soft snap of the door sliding closed behind them. Her eyes were wider than usual when she turned to face Ichimaru-taichou, as if to counter the fact that the man's eyes were always impossibly narrow, calculating.
"Sit," Gin offered, waving a hand at a number of cushions situated around a kotatsu. Though the man's tone was pleasant enough, he noticed Rukia hadn't even considered protesting. Kuchiki Byakuya wasn't the only one who issued veiled commands.
The tea was already steaming from its pot, an obvious indication that this whole thing had been completely contrived by Gin, but he pointedly ignored that fact as he sat down at one side of the kotatsu, adjacent to the one Rukia had chosen. He watched with interest as she managed to cringe away from him without actually moving. He couldn't resist mentioning it. "Do I make ya nervous, Rukia-chan? Do ya think I might bite ya?" he asked, gaze locked on her as he poured their tea. His grin widened, razor-sharp.
Rukia couldn't hide her flinch this time, though she apparently hadn't done well enough the last time, either. "No!" she objected lamely. "Why would I think something like that?" She wrapped her hands around her teacup, absorbing the heat from it with an air of desperation. Her blood seemed to be running unnaturally cold.
A silent moment passed in which the female shinigami kept her eyes locked on her teacup, miraculously managing to take a sp, but the quiet was too strange, too unnerving. She raised her eyes to Ichimaru, and found herself instantly lost in the intensity of his gaze, though she could barely see his eyes.
"You are frightened," he murmured to her, and he was right. His voice had lost its slangy informality, and Rukia found it more terrifying than the fact that he had shifted to sit right beside her; his proximity and presence reminding her of just how small and insignificant she was. "I don't bite too hard, Rukia-chan…" he all but whispered in her ear. She felt polluted by the very oil in his voice, her trembling hands causing her teacup to rattle upon the polished surface of the table.
However, and this fact horrified Rukia most of all, the snakes writhing in the pit of her stomach didn't entirely feel as though they were angry or fighting, but something else completely. The very idea of it disgusted her to her core. She sat there shivering, looking down at her teacup, wishing she could push him away, but frightened to; and even more afraid that she might not actually want to.
She wasn't moving, except for the uncontrolled quaking of her hands, but for some reason, Ichimaru wasn't drawing attention to that fact. Rukia winced when she realized why. His long, thin fingers ghosted the top of her head, brushing across her hair oh, so slowly. Slipping down the back, parting her hair. His fingers were cold as they stroked almost gently along the warm skin at the back of her neck. Almost gently, because there was far too much subtle menace in the action for it to be truly gentle, so far as she could tell.
And then his hand was gone, disappearing into the massive sleeves of his haori, a whisper of movement in her hair the only evidence that she hadn't imagined the whole thing. In the next moment, the door of Ichimaru's rooms slid open to reveal the other imposing figure in Rukia's life. However, the girl was already so frightened because of the man beside her, she could do nothing more than gaze on her adoptive brother, eyes wide and unblinking.
"Didn't I tell you to wait for me outside Aizen-taichou's rooms?" Kuchiki Byakuya's clear, imperious tones were the same as always: quiet, and almost impossibly neutral.
It was his voice that brought Rukia back, and she quickly rose to her feet, performing a deep bow. "I'm very sorry, nii-sama, I-"
She was interrupted by Ichimaru, who had risen also. He stepped in between the Kuchikis, smile spread on his shrewd face. "Don't blame Rukia-chan. Was me that asked her t' come. Couldna very well refuse a captain, could she?" The casual, slangy tone had returned, and the man's confidence never faltered, not even when the full weight of Byakuya's gaze fell upon him.
"She was given instructions by a captain," he informed the other man coldly. She should have told you of her orders and then obeyed them." The noble gave the slightest inclination of his head, demeanour clearly impatient. Rukia quickly skirted around Ichimaru to join her brother at his side, quailing slightly when Ichimaru's eyes dropped from the other captain to her.
"'Course yer right, Kuchiki," Gin replied, smile never faltering, even as he made his apologies. "Shoulda known better." Even as he spoke to Byakuya, his eyes were only for Rukia.
The Sixth Division captain scrutinized Ichimaru wordlessly for a long moment, and then turned and left, not even bothering with basic etiquette in saying goodbye; clearly the other man wasn't worth it.
Gin watched as Rukia scrambled to catch up with her brother, eyes sharp and calculating, and something else, less obvious. "See ya later then, Rukia-chan!" he called, before sliding closed his door, utterly satisfied.
Even days later, Rukia was perplexed. She had been soundly berated by her brother for disobeying his direct command, but not a single word had been said about Ichimaru Gin, nor her being alone with him in his room. Perhaps it simply didn't matter to Byakuya either way, so long as he was obeyed. Her heart sank at the thought.
Since her run-in with Ichimaru, she had taken the greatest care not to spend any length of time in public areas by herself, not wanting to give the man another opportunity to corner her. This had been quite effective, but even surrounded by people, she could feel the chill of his gaze upon her, a completely unwelcome intrusion.
The week of relative peace had lulled Rukia into a false sense of security, so when two all-too-familiar hands dropped lightly onto her shoulders, she completely hadn't been expecting it, not even thinking to have been scanning for reiatsu. Obviously, that had proven to be a huge mistake, and the girl shuddered violently as Ichimaru leaned down to put his mouth right beside her ear.
"What was that, Rukia-chan? You're inviting me to your room? Don't mind if I do…" Ichimaru's voice was soft and smooth, no trace of a drawl. It was like silk rubbing up and down Rukia's spine, nearly obscene. She shivered and continued down to her room, silently begging for someone, anyone to come by this way, but the hall was deserted in both directions, and Rukia was forced to allow Ichimaru entrance to her room.
She turned to watch him slide her door closed, biting her lip in anxiety. "What do you want?" she asked uncertainly, knowing what answer she was likely to get, and inwardly dreading to hear it.
Gin turned to regard Rukia, tilting his head as she asked her question, very fox-like. "Well, isn't it obvious?" he all but purred, slinking up to her and then circling around, a shark that had spotted prey. The intensity of his gaze flitted from her face, to her throat, and then lower, slowly sizing her up. Hakama really weren't flattering; he was curious to see what he might find under hers. Finally, he paused, standing behind her. He could feel Rukia trembling, though he had yet to touch her.
Was she truly so afraid of him? Gin didn't think so. If she were really so frightened, there was very little he could have done to get her here in the first place. Though they hadn't seen anyone along the way, there were any number of people nearby she could have asked for help. No, he didn't think it was fear; he wasn't sure if he'd actually instilled fear into anyone. Disgust, certainly, but Gin thought he was too pale and thin, smiled too often to be truly terrifying.
"You're not afraid of me, are you, Rukia-chan?" the man murmured teasingly, smirking when she visibly started at the question. "You're afraid of the way I make you feel." It was a wild guess, but Gin knew that even if he was wrong, his words would at least unsettle Rukia.
The girl's indigo eyes had gone wide in shock, her mouth a small, round 'o' as she argued against what he'd said, inside her head. No. Gin was wrong. He had to be. His fingers pressed her shoulders, a thumb at the nape of her neck, sliding down her arms. No. Rukia shuddered in revulsion, but revulsion of who? She was no longer sure, and that thought truly did terrify her.
"How long has it been, that you have belonged to me? Do you even remember giving me this power?" Gin wondered if she even understood exactly what he was implying, whether she was ready to hear it. He supposed she probably wasn't, but who would be? There was a pause as he allowed her to consider what he'd said, and as her shivering seemed to escalate, the man leaned in and began pressing deceptively gentle kisses to the side of Rukia's throat.
Her skin was soft and smooth, impossibly pale. Gin wanted to mark it with his teeth, assert physical dominance to match the way he'd mentally overwhelmed her. But he couldn't, not yet. There was still some resistance; he could feel it tensing just between her shoulder blades, coiling like a cat preparing to spring. He began rubbing at the spot with his thumb, trying to smooth away her distrust with a practiced flick of his wrist.
She had been expecting something like this, certainly, from the moment Ichimaru's voice had softened, somehow becoming pleasing to the ear. It was another ploy, of course; it could be no less. Not from this man. For as long as Rukia could remember, he had been something sinister to her, a threat, most definitely. His informality, a leering grin, always so friendly; they were just ways of getting close, closer than you'd ever wanted him to get, but then, he was just being friendly, of course.
How was it, then, that she could be enjoying this, even a little? His mouth was warm and slightly moist on her throat, and she could not but like the way it felt, the warm coil in her belly was clearly traitorous. It was just a touch, though. She still hated him, was resolutely convincing herself of that fact when she felt his hand on her back, and slowly, against her will, her tension and forced restraint began surely to melt away beneath Ichimaru's long, practiced fingers.
She would have had to be completely blind not to realize that, really, the man was right. By her irrational fear of him (for surely there was no justification for it save her deep unease in his presence), she had allowed him possession of her. It was a weakness that it had cost him nothing to capitalize upon. And yet, he was being gentle, though he had no need to be. It shook Rukia to her core. He should have been forceful, violent even, though truthfully she'd never seen him act violently, either… But, he was neither of those things, and Ichimaru Gin continued to ply her fears with a caress of lips on her skin, soothing croons into her ear.
Rukia only realized what she was doing when it was far too late to stop herself. She'd turned to face the man, her deep indigo eyes wide – not with fear, but with understanding. She had done so many things wrong; there was so much of herself that she resented. Guilt was an animal that had begun gnawing at her from the inside so long ago, she was sure she must be hollow by now. And then there was this man, who saw all, and didn't judge. She looked into his face, searched his eyes desperately, and gasped softly when he opened them widely enough to show her their depths.
The irises were crimson, but that hadn't been the reason for the girl's gasp. His gaze did not bear the weight of her sins, and indeed he seemed only to regard her with warmth. No, that wasn't quite right, and Rukia flushed with dawning realization. There was heat in Ichimaru's eyes, and it seemed to sear into her, leaving her breathless and needy and desperately confused.
His arms slid around her waist, pulling her to him, and Rukia tilted her head so that she could maintain eye contact. She was lost, utterly lost in his eyes. Or maybe she'd finally been found. His smile, always so unsettling previously, was nothing but kind to her, as Gin bent down to kiss her.
His mouth was a resuscitation against her own, though she simultaneously felt like she was drowning. His lips were warm and strangely soft, clearly experienced, and he slipped a hand into her hair, using his touch as a guide to ply her body more fully against him. It was slightly awkward; Rukia was so much shorter than him. However, she seemed hardly to notice, one hand gently rising to the back of Gin's neck. Her fingers were a curious twist in hair as soft as fox fur, and she held him close, her lips parting with barely a suggestion of tongue.
Finally, he seemed to realize his height was difficult for her, because he lifted her off her feet and carried her to her bed, stretching her out upon it. Rukia's heart fluttered and leapt frenetically, her nervousness almost tangible, but Gin merely knelt beside her and leaned in for another kiss; the semblance of the perfect gentleman. However, the girl was no longer sure that that was what she wanted. She remembered how he'd looked at her, deep down into her; she'd never been touched so intimately before, and with just a look.
Rukia reached up and trailed her fingers along the pale white skin of his throat, clearly hesitant. Her touch seemed to surprise him, and he broke the kiss with a raised eyebrow. Then, his smile morphing into something vaguely teasing, he straightened and rather sinuously shed his white, flowing captain's robe in a shrug of his shoulders. Rukia's face heated in the next moment when Gin's haori dropped unceremoniously to join it on the floor. Her gaze was drawn to his flawless porcelain skin, and she sat up, reaching out to touch what she could not take her eyes off of. She knew he was powerful; one could not have reached his position otherwise, but it certainly wasn't obvious from looking at the man.
Rukia's fingers traced the dips and curves of his lightly muscled chest and abdomen; she would be hard-pressed to find more than an ounce of fat on his body. His collarbone and sternum were nearly bird-boned, giving Gin the deceptive appearance of someone delicate. The girl grew braver, and lightly dragged her fingernails across the top of one shoulder, eliciting a curious shiver in the man. His omnipresent smile melted away in the wake of something far more intense.
It was that exciting bite of fingernails on his skin that seemed to bring Gin awake again. His smile had evaporated, and yet he bore no urge to replace it with something fake. He pulled Rukia forward eagerly, her legs parting easily for him as he settled her in a straddle of his thighs. Cupping her face in his hands, the man kissed her again, much of his previous gentleness gone in a torrent of desire. Much to his surprise, however, Rukia kissed him back with a nearly equal fervency, though she was fueled by a great deal less experience. He was momentarily stunned, though his surprise rapidly shifted to self-satisfaction. Gin had enthralled her fully, rolled her mind to his desires. Idly he wondered if she had actually fostered these emotions herself like he had implied she had, or if it was completely his own doing.
At that point, it really didn't matter, because either way, he had won, and now he would reap the rewards.
~Fin.
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on 2007-09-02 04:20 pm (UTC)No, seriously, this is wonderful, Skelly. It's so creepy and eerie and kind of hot.
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on 2007-09-02 04:56 pm (UTC)*grin* I'm glad you liked it though. <3 Bleach characters are fairly complicated to write. Though that may just be because I've never done it before.
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on 2007-09-03 06:59 pm (UTC)Omfg, just tell me if you think it was effective. You've read more Bleachfic than me.
Considering I've only read one ever.
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on 2007-09-03 07:15 pm (UTC)But yes, yes. It was quite effective. Creepy as all hell, etc. etc.
Geez. So PUSHY.
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on 2007-09-03 07:50 pm (UTC)YAY. <3
>.> You should know that by now.
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on 2007-09-03 08:07 pm (UTC)XPPP ♥
Oh the hard life I lead. Woe is me, etc. etc.
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on 2007-09-03 08:09 pm (UTC)This is why, when I write my RenRuki, it's going to only be a short ficlet. Wouldn't want you to choke on too much sap...
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on 2007-09-03 08:14 pm (UTC)You WOULD write a bunch of sap specifically for me to choke and DIE on. How could you. ;___;
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on 2007-09-03 08:30 pm (UTC)I ONLY DO IT BECAUSE I LOVE YOU. I KNOW HOW YOU LOVE YOUR FLUFF.