Aizen

Chocolate brown eyes that you always trusted, russet hair that you've never touched but at one point in time made you curious, but this isn't the nerdy, gentle taichou that everyone could never believe did any wrong. This isn't the one you trusted, the one you admired as a boy for his beautiful calligraphy and his patience.

This is the one who betrayed all of Soul Society, the one who wanted to make himself a god, the one who doomed your sister to **** and **** you to drag her back. This is the one who stole from you the last bit of trust you had in anyone, the one who destroyed your respect and admiration.

You grit your teeth in response when your limbs still refuse to move. Your voice doesn't work. You can only lie there as he stares down on you, with a twisted smirk, hands reaching up to kindly cup your face, as if he's a lover who hasn't seen you for so very long. You can't help but stare, feel the heat pool in your face as he whispers words that you can't hear, but effects your heart like a dagger being thrust and twisted repeatedly.

He climbs up and his lips press against your temple, one hand brushes away stray strands of your black hair while the other rests on your cheek lovingly as a thumb strokes at your lips. Still, you can't hear his whispers, but his body pressed against yours, a warmth that suddenly envelops you after the icy chill has settled into your bones.

You groan against your will, a sound you do hear, but quiet enough that it could have been anything. A weight against you, warming your chilled flesh, touching your still sensitized nerves makes you seek it out. The face is naught but a shadow again in your mind and you forget, exactly, who it was that had assaulted you in your dream.

His hands spring back to life and he strokes down the length of your body, still pressing close, his lips planting kisses with soft lips uttering what you know to be lies, though you still can't make out what he's saying. Never once do they come into contact with your lips, though something inside you forces you to seek them out. Your body hasn't been of your own will since this began--it doesn't seem to want to change.

He nips at your throat, his tongue drawing little circles that he changes into harsher bites while something lifts one of your legs and something wet probes down at a most sacred place.