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Trust in my King	By : Yaguchi Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 1514 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Trust in my King
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MISC:
Written for Ginnyseta at LJ with the prompt �I wish I
could trust, �cause I would trust in you�. Beta�d by Lilmisfits8811.

EDIT - Thanks, B.A.Z. for the heads up! I don't know what Kubo-san will choose, but I'm changing it because it's more correct.

~*~

I don�t really get the whole being scared for
other people thing. It�s a load of shit that�ll just grey your hair down and at
the end of it; you�re no better or worse off. Why bother?

��

So I�m pretty sure I wasn�t scared for him when
he was fighting that weird non-human guy. Maybe I was scared for myself or
something � hell, that fucker looked like he was gonna work his way through the
lot of us.

��

When he came back all beat up but okay, I was
probably just glad because come on � if someone waaaay
up there in rank like Grimmjow could survive that kid, then we�d all be okay. Maybe not
me personally, but...yeah. We had a chance.

��

It was good that he survived. He may be an
asshole, but we need the higher-ups, right? No other reason for it. We need the
Sexta just as much as we need the damned Primero and yeah
� he lived. That counts for a lot.

��

A lot.

��

He stills above me in soundless release. I�ve
already come � he�s a little slow tonight but I don�t think it�s safe to piss
him off and taunt him about it. He takes only moments to come in me before he
slaps my hands off of his sweaty sides. He rolls away onto his side with his
back facing me. The black six stares at me from his tanned back.

��

It�s all so fucked up.

��

I�m sore. A lot more sore than normal and I
wouldn�t be surprised if some of the wetness down there is blood. The fucker�s
scratched me and bitten me and I might not walk straight for a while. And he
isn�t even laughing about it.

��

�The...the hell is wrong with you?� I ask,
trying to catch my breath. My orgasm had been pain but it was still an orgasm.

��

He says nothing. He doesn�t even twitch.

��

�You won!� I growl, waiting for his angry
response � the rebuke my fucking pathetic low rank deserves. �Get over yourself
and � �

��

He turns over and grabs my throat so fast that
I don�t even realise it until his thumb is digging into my windpipe. He snarls
into my face and ignores my flailing legs as I try to get him where it hurts.
I�m only half-hearted though.

��

When he�s alive like this, I feel alive.

��

�Won?!� He roars. He lifts my head up by the
neck and slams it back down onto the bed. �Won?! You think that just because
I�m alive, IT MEANS THAT I FUCKING WON, YOU STUPID CUNT?!�

��

It doesn�t mean that. I�m not a dumb shit-for-brains.

��

He lets go of me and leaves me to suck in air
and choke. He sits up and curses me in a stream of vicious cuss words. I glare
at his broad back and want to scratch it up � tear into his pretty fucking skin
and let him know I�m not just some doll he can fling around.

��

But I can�t. I know my place, and I know he
could � and would � crush me without a second thought. It�s why he�s so cool,
right?

��

Yeah.

��

I rub my neck and stare at the way the moon
highlights his muscles. They made the human chick heal him but he still looks kinda bruised.

��

�I wish I could trust,� I croak from my injured
throat. ��Cause I would trust in you.�

��

He�s silent, and I wonder if he�s even here, in this room. Maybe he was
thinking and he didn�t hear me � in which case, good! I�d be in so much fucking
shit if he heard me, anyway. I�m overstepping my bounds and relying on the hope
that I�m good enough entertainment to not be killed.

��

He begins to laugh.

��

I don�t know whether to join in or get angry. I
choose to just stare at the sadistic fuck, my neck bruising beneath my
fingertips.

��

He looks over his shoulder at me and his blue
eyes flash. �Sure you can trust in me,� he smirks. �You can trust in me to fuck
you raw. Then you can trust in me to fuck you over.�

��

I can trust in him to do both at the same time,
actually.

��

�I can trust you to always be the same and do
what you say,� I agree, but the words sound wrong when they come out. I
backtrack over them but I can�t figure out what I said wrong. He seems to have
noticed something wrong too, because he frowns.

��

�Hey,� I say, and only just realise that I�m
still completely naked and just sprawled out in front of him like a fucking
concubine. �Aizen...�

��

�Just shut it, Apache.� He rakes his hand
through his messy blue hair and falls onto his back.

��

�I�ve been asking people,� I blurt in a rush,
wanting him to just shut the fuck up and listen for at least a second. �And
they�d rather have a hollow king than a shinigami
one! Someone just needs to...�

��

I�m appealing to his ego. But then, that�s how
I first got here. In his bed. Hell, I didn�t get here
because I�m oh-so-skilled or amazingly sexy.

��

�What kinda game you
playing?� He drawls, but he isn�t cussing me out. That means he�s interested.

��

I move over to straddle his waist and he grips
my thighs. He looks like the laziest bastard in existence with his
heavily-lidded eyes and mussed hair. I rake my nails down his chest and over
his nipples. His blue eyes darken and I feel his cock stirring against my ass.

��

I�m still hurting but I take him in quickly and
easily. I slide down the length of him until our skin is sticking together
again, the sweat from the previous round still not quite dry. I start to pump
myself up and down his cock, adding extra bounce because I know that jackass
likes �the tits to bounce too�.

��

He doesn�t seem to notice. He pisses me off
sometimes.

��

I make sure he�s actually looking at me � at
me, not through me � because I don�t say nice shit lightly. �I think of you as
my king,� I tell him.

��

The sincerity of it might have been lost,
seeing as I was riding his cock and all, but hey.

��

He grins and raises me up by my hips until he�s
barely within me. I try to drop myself back down but he holds me there. That
grin is so shit-eating that I want to break his teeth and he laughs when I
clamp my thighs against his sides. It pisses me off and I dig my knees in.

��

He slaps my ass with a quick, achingly painful
snap of his hand. Angry tears spring to my eyes and I manage to slam myself
fully down onto him. It�s sudden and we both pause. I start to rock in his lap
and he closes his eyes.

��

Those dumb sluts Loly
and Menoly probably do this for Aizen.
They think he�s our king. I snort and ride Grimmjow�s
shaft until it hurts again.

��

Yeah. If I could trust, it�d definitely be in
my king.
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