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COLLATERAL DAMAGE ★ AIZEN SOSUKE FT. ICHIMARU GIN

DAY ONE ➵ aizen had you wrapped around his finger long before gin ever realized it, reducing you to nothing but his mindless little plaything. now, in las noches, he keeps you close—just to make sure gin stays in line.

cw ➵ dark content, possèssive!aizen, dub-con, angst, coeřcion, cućking(?), fořced submíssion, some aizen x gin if you squint, manipúlation, face fucķing, exhibitíonism, humilìation, deep-throàting, asphýxiation, mild body worship, nípple play, unprotécted sèx, fingéring, dírty talk, squírting, creàmpie, gin cúms untouched

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The heavy door's groan as it swung inward immediately seized Gin's attention. His casual swagger faltered ever so slightly as he strode into Aizen's private sanctuary, finding a scene that struck him like a physical blow.

There you knelt amid the opulent bedding, clad only in your undergarments as you lavished open-mouthed kisses and caresses across Aizen's bare torso. Your hair was tousled, skin sheened with a thin sheen of sweat from your exertions already. Harsh pants spilled from your parted lips, glazed eyes alight with feverish desire you openly directed towards Aizen's indolent sprawl.

For a stunned instant, Gin could only gape openly at the lewd tableau - his mind whiting out as a barrage of memories overwhelmed him:

You, gazing at him with such profound warmth and tenderness through the nights spent tangled in passion and vulnerability together back in Soul Society. The sweet timbre of your laughter mingling with whispered endearments and shared sake during quiet evenings. How utterly shattered your radiant light had become the day Gin forced himself to sever the bond, knowing the inevitable toxicity of his chosen path would only continue poisoning your brilliance the longer he selfishly clung to you.

He relived every agony tenfold in that crystalline moment - the anguished aftermath of his callous rejection all those weeks ago. Leaving you heartbroken and your future unknown in the desperate hope it would safeguard you from the seething miasma of treacheries shortly to unfold.

Yet the harsh reality now unfolded with pitiless clarity: not only had his brutal efforts to shield you failed, but your untainted essence had been utterly defiled in the meantime. This debauched, wanton creature lavishing open desire upon Aizen's frame could not possibly be the same woman Gin loved so fiercely. Not with the glazed cast of your eyes and utter lack of recognition or compassion shining through.

No...you'd been reduced merely to the basest form - a compliant vessel for brimming need and visceral craving alone. Leaving precious little trace of your former soul glimmering through the lustful husk left in its wake.

Gin's chest constricted with the violence of a collapsing star as he fought not to openly rail against this sick parody playing out before him. His hands clenched and released in twitchy spasms at his sides, nails scoring shallow crescents against his palms.

Then Aizen's rich, cultured baritone slithered through the miasma with lethal languor: "Welcome, Gin," he greeted, utterly unperturbed by the interruption. “How fortunate that our performances align so perfectly this evening.”

You paid the former captain's words no more heed than a favored pet acknowledging their owner's voice in passing. Simply continued trailing wet, shameless kisses down the taut lines of his abdomen and lower still with blissful absorption.

“You’ve arrived just in time to see the opening movements of this overture,” Aizen practically purred, long fingers idly carding through your tousled tresses. His slitted regard flickered over to where Gin had frozen like a moth in the wake of an open flame.

“Surely this reunion is bringing back some fond memories for you as well, old friend?” he crooned in silken tones dripping with dark suggestion. “After all, we wouldn’t want you to feel excluded from our deepening collaboration, would we?”

At that insidiously loaded reference to your past with Gin, your glazed eyes flickered up towards his rigid figure for one suspended heartbeat. A fleeting glimpse of spark flickered behind your unfocused irises, almost hinting at an ember of lucidity briefly emerging through the lustful fog clouding your awareness.

Then Aizen uttered a low, dismissive chuckle as he gripped a handful of your hair in rebuke, hips shifting up towards your open mouth with lewd suggestion. Instantly, your brief flicker of cognizance evaporated beneath the renewed glaze of need absolutely transfixed upon pleasuring your captor further.

"Your timing remains as impeccably wretched as ever, it seems," Aizen intoned in that edged purr, locking Gin with a bold stare brimming with dark promise. “Though I suppose I should feel some gratitude that you chose this important moment to join us rather than arriving after the main performance has already peaked.”

A fresh bloom of visceral disgust lanced through Gin's hollow core at the sadistic implications laced behind each aristocratic murmur. He swallowed hard, willing his nails not to draw blood from his clenched fists as you delved forward into Aizen's cradle without hesitation. Subjugating whatever dormant soul still dwelled behind your eyes towards the primal carnality dictated by your new master.

“Try not to wither like an innocent virgin, Gin,” Aizen crooned, smoky eyes glittering with unveiled menace. “After all, you’re far more intimately familiar with my lover’s particular skills and energies than most. So surely you can appreciate how well she applies herself so selflessly to alleviating certain pressures these days.”

Despite every fiber of his being screaming at Gin to surge forward and physically tear you away from Aizen's depraved grasp, he remained utterly frozen in place. The veiled threats and sinister implications laced behind his former captain's words rendered him temporarily paralyzed.

Aizen seemed to revel in Gin's helpless silence and the anguish playing out across his features. With the utmost casualness, he began discussing imminent plans - troop deployments, securing territory, the expansion of his Arrancar army. All the while, you continued lavishing open-mouthed attention and caresses along his torso and lower abdomen without the slightest hint of shame or restraint.

"As you can see, significant preparations must be made in securing my reign over Hueco Mundo before we can turn our focus elsewhere," Aizen stated coolly, even as his fingers tightened in your hair to guide your mouth lower.

A muffled moan slipped past your lips yet you pressed eagerly onward, determined to satisfy whatever depravity Aizen demanded of you. Gin's hands clenched and released sporadically as he watched the lewd display, his throat feeling as if it were closing up. How rapidly you had descended into this vacant, needy state hellbent on fulfilling Aizen's every carnal whim.

"Of course, maintaining firm leadership and loyalty from my subordinates will be paramount," Aizen continued in that same clinical tone utterly juxtaposed by the wanton tableau playing out before Gin. "I have little patience for...wavering focus or insubordination from those who swore to follow me into this new world."

His gaze lasered in on Gin then, eyes glittering with dark promise as one hand gripped your shoulder to hold you in place. The other tugged insistently at his hakama, freeing his fully stiffened cock with shameless liberty to prod against your swollen lips.

Gin swallowed hard, unable to tear his eyes away as your mouth parted without hesitation, enveloping the thick length in a searing wetness that made Aizen grunt low in his chest. Your eyelids fluttered but remained heavy-lidded and utterly transfixed upon your current purpose.

"So I ensure complete obedience by sating certain...indulgences, shall we say," Aizen practically purred, his voice taking on a deeper, rougher edge as you began bobbing in earnest motions against him. "This approach breeds the utmost loyalty with few exceptions, as you can see."

A choked noise, somewhere between horrified grief and visceral disgust, tore itself from Gin's throat at the blatant display. His vision swam, unable to properly process the sight of your mouth thoroughly debased upon Aizen's cock with mindless fervor and submission.

This hollowed, complicit shell could not possibly be the same passionate, caring woman who used to grace his arms every night with gentle kisses and soulful endearments. It simply wasn't possible for your essence to be so thoroughly stripped away, your spirit violated and remade into Aizen's personal plaything like this.

“Why not stay a little longer and observe more closely how thoroughly committed my subordinates are?” There was no missing the naked taunt dripping from Aizen's voice now as he held Gin's gaze pointedly. “Unless this level of required loyalty makes you question your own dedication to our cause moving forward?”

Gin sucked in a ragged breath through his nostrils, vaguely aware of how Aizen watched his painfully twisted reaction through hooded eyes. Of just how broken down and reduced the sight of you in this state left him. No, he couldn't withstand further defilement of your essence on top of everything else.

With intense effort, Gin managed to pull his gaze away from the horrific display. He took a stumbling step backwards, sheer force of will keeping his reeling legs beneath him as he turned towards the exit. Leaving you whimpering around Aizen's cock like a mindless animal seeking satisfaction and approval from its depraved master.

"I believe you've...illustrated your point rather effectively, Aizen-sama," Gin bit out in a voice kept carefully even yet drained of all inflection. "I shall review your plans in more detail and await further instructions."

Aizen's eyes glinted dangerously at Gin's attempt to retreat. With an almost casual flick of his wrist, he gripped your hair tighter, eliciting a muffled whine of discomfort from around his thick shaft.

"I wasn't dismissing you just yet, Gin," he stated coolly, stalling your obedient ministrations by holding you firmly in place. “In fact, I insist that you stay so we can thoroughly explore the full extent of my lover’s commitment.”

Gin felt his stomach twist into fresh knots at the blatant vindictiveness radiating from his former captain. Clearly, Aizen derived perverse satisfaction from exerting such degrading dominance in front of his eyes. Yet he found himself rooted in place once more, unable to simply turn away as Aizen's fingers tightened their grip in your tresses nearly to the point of pain.

"You forget how intimately familiar I am with your...attachments, old friend," Aizen crooned, dark velvet promise dripping from every word. “I know you wouldn’t dare risk anything harmful happening to my dear lover.”

His eyes bored into Gin's, both confirming the threat and basking in your helpless obedience in equal measure. With your mouth effectively trapped around his cock, Aizen thrust his hips upward in a harsh pumping motion - forcing the thick shaft deeper until your eyes watered and you choked out a soft gag.

Gin clenched his fists hard enough for nails to score his palms, unwilling to grant Aizen the satisfaction of seeing him further crumble. He remained frozen, forcing himself to stare straight back as his former captain ruthlessly face-fucked you without the slightest hesitation or reprieve.

"That's it, keep those pretty eyes on me," Aizen growled in what almost sounded like tender encouragement. His thumb traced the hollowed curve of your cheek, feeling the outline of his cock stretching your mouth full. "Let our dear Gin watch how well you service me, beloved."

A few stray tears leaked from the corners of your eyes but you showed no signs of resisting, holding your obedience steady as Aizen plunged in and out with mounting aggression. Gin swallowed hard, feeling lightheaded from the visceral brutality he was being subjected to.

"I could order you to take those skilled little lips and tongue elsewhere, couldn't I, my love?" Aizen's rich timbre had gone low and rough with arousal. He released his grip on your hair to instead grasp your chin in an iron vise, guiding your mouth up and down his length with renewed ferocity. "Perhaps let you pleasure my most loyal soldiers one by one. Let them see how much you truly love serving your new master."

Your answering moan reverberated along the shaft filling your mouth, utterly affirmative even as fresh tears carved glistening tracks over your flushed cheeks. Aizen groaned in what sounded like dark satisfaction, his skin gleaming from exertion.

"Then again," he panted, pumping his hips in short, vicious thrusts that had your throat rippling and eyes rolling back, "that would mean sharing your talents with all those others when I prefer having you all to myself. Don't I, my dear?"

With a rougher growl, Aizen suddenly threw his head back, tendons standing out in sharp relief as his pelvis pistoned up without mercy. Gin stared in helpless numb revulsion as he took what he wanted from you with ruthless, animalistic savagery - choking whimpers and all.

Just when it seemed you might succumb to unconsciousness from the onslaught, Aizen's entire frame went taut as piano wire. His eyes rolled back as his seed tore free in deep, grunting pulses - spilling thick and hot straight down your quivering throat as you frantically swallowed every rope.

Aizen held you pinned, utterly motionless except for the spasms of rapture wracking his form. Not until he visibly shuddered and sagged backwards did his grip relent, allowing you to pull away with a desperate wheeze of air.

The silence that followed rang with all the finality of a guillotine slamming home. Gin felt utterly disassociated from reality as he stared at the vile display - his former captain slumped in satisfied repletion while you shuddered in a crumpled heap, throat no doubt burning from the brutal assault.

Yet through it all, your eyes remained glassy and averted, not a shred of cognition sparking the lifeless husk of obedience Aizen had molded you into. Simply wheezing and waiting for whatever fresh depravities your depraved master had in store with mindless resignation.

Eventually, Aizen shifted and raised one contemptuous eyebrow towards where Gin lingered. His penetrating stare cut straight to the shattered remains of Gin's splintered soul as if he could see every hairline fracture spiderwing outward there.

"Gin." Aizen's voice cut through the weighted silence, smooth as velvet yet laced with steel. "Don't be so eager to flee just yet. Come, have a seat."

He gestured languidly to a chair positioned just before the bed. Gin's gaze followed the motion, taking in how Aizen had shifted to gather you against his chest in a parody of tenderness. One long-fingered hand stroked idly through your disheveled hair as you remained slumped bonelessly against him.

"There, that's better," Aizen murmured, his deep timbre almost soothing if not for the lingering darkness lurking beneath. “My lover seems to have fully exhausted herself in her efforts to reinforce my authority, at least for now.”

He looked down at your lax form, eyes glinting with something akin to fond possession. A stark contrast to the ruthless disregard displayed mere moments ago.

"Isn't that right, beloved?" Aizen crooned, tipping your chin up with deceptive gentleness. “You’ve pleased your lord greatly with such devoted submission. Though I suppose I have my dear Gin to thank for providing such inspiration as well. Isn’t that so, old friend? You certainly had a significant impact upon my lover, though not quite as profoundly as she had on you, it seems."

A tiny, wordless murmur slipped from your parted lips - a faint whimper of mindless affirmation aimed to grant your master's praise. Gin felt something inside him wither at the sound, chest constricting painfully.

Aizen's penetrating stare snapped back towards him then, lips quirking in a small, satisfied smile that somehow made the hair prickle on the back of Gin's neck.

"Please, make yourself comfortable," he insisted with an indolent wave. “I get the sense that no matter how thoroughly I showcase her loyalty tonight, a part of you still clings to nostalgic delusions about your past… relationship, shall we say?”

The words seemed to drip with layered suggestion and taunting as Aizen's larger hand soothed gentle patterns along your back almost absently. Gin remained frozen, nails biting into his palms hard enough to draw blood as he weathered the onslaught of anguish those observations unleashed.

“I find it difficult to comprehend why my embrace of certain…desires stirs such pain within you,” Aizen stated with infuriating mildness. “Unless you desire a more intimate look at the pleasures her completely transformed self can now experience?”

Gin's tongue felt thick and useless in his mouth, unable to formulate any kind of response even if his screaming instincts didn't warn such would be grievously foolish. Aizen seemed to take his mute stillness as inexorable invitation, lips curving higher as he smoothed your hair back from your brow in an entirely disingenuous caress.

“Ah, I can see that you finally understand what’s happening,” he mused with evident satisfaction. "Tell me then, Gin... are you not even a little curious about what making love to this obedient, devoted creature looks like from a different perspective? One where you are not the one performing, but the one watching?"

Gin remained frozen, trapped beneath Aizen's piercing stare as his former captain's lips curled into a small, satisfied smile.

He paused, eyes glittering with dark promise as he seemed to gauge Gin's reaction. When Gin failed to respond, Aizen's smile widened fractionally.

"Surely you must have thought about it while you were making love to her yourself," he continued in that terribly mild tone. "What it would look like for me to take her apart with every bit as much thoroughness and devotion as you once did. How utterly beautiful she would look spread and writhing beneath me, taking my cock with the same eager abandon and unreserved surrender as she did yours. I'm sure the thoughts crossed your mind even when you tried so valiantly to ignore them."

Aizen trailed off, letting the blatant implication hang heavy in the air between them. His fingers carded almost absently through your disheveled tresses as you remained a boneless, glassy-eyed weight against his chest.

Gin swallowed hard, still rendered mute and frozen by the entire depraved situation. Part of him recoiled in visceral disgust at Aizen's suggestion. But another part, one he didn't dare acknowledge even to himself, felt a traitor's spark of dark curiosity and arousal flicker to sickly life at the prospect.

Aizen seemed to read that reaction in the tense lines of Gin's body. His smile remained triumphant, untainted by any remorse or decency as he pulled you nearer in a parody of tenderness.

"Come now, surely you're not going to leave without taking a moment to properly savor her exquisite form," he purred, fingers sliding down to caress the exposed expanse of your chest. Your eyelids fluttered and another faint, wordless moan escaped. "I know you can't have forgotten how responsive she was for you. I'd hate to think that I'm the only one benefiting from these pleasures now."

He cupped your breast, calloused palm stroking in firm motions over the hardened peak. Your breath caught and eyes slid shut, lips parting with a soft, needy whine as Aizen lavished shameless attention upon your sensitized skin.

"It's been a while since I've been able to indulge in a night alone with my lover," he continued with a touch of regret, fingers rolling and plucking insistently at your nipples. "The demands of my position often require me to remain focused and distant. It would be a shame not to capitalize on the rare opportunity to take her apart as slowly and completely as I want, don't you think, Gin?"

His eyes locked onto Gin's, the unspoken challenge clear as day. Yet despite the revulsion clawing its way up Gin's throat, the sick spark of morbid curiosity refused to be smothered.

Aizen's gaze flickered over the warring emotions playing across Gin's face and his smile widened fractionally. One hand continued teasing and tormenting the stiffened peaks of your breasts, making you writhe and pant against his chest. The other reached down to tug your thighs open, revealing the dampened satin of your panties clinging to your flushed folds.

"She's so wet, it's obscene," he practically purred, fingertips tracing the outline of your swollen clit through the soaked fabric. "It must have been a while since I last gave her a proper fucking, and I'm afraid we're both paying the price now."

His fingers continued stroking along your drenched folds, making you keen and shift restlessly as the tension continued winding tighter. Gin remained frozen, eyes riveted on the shameless display and the growing damp patch forming around your panties.

"But we have time enough to remedy that tonight," Aizen said, almost to himself. He leaned down to place a lingering kiss against the hollow of your throat. "I think it's only fitting that you watch, Gin. After all, you were her first, weren't you? So it seems only appropriate for you to bear witness to the extent of her transformation now."

The words sent a sharp pang stabbing straight through Gin's gut. The reminder that you were no longer his, not in the ways that mattered, only deepened the gaping wound inside his chest. He remained frozen, his pulse thundering in his ears and hands trembling.

Aizen seemed to take his lack of movement as a form of consent, for he simply gave a small shrug and shifted. Before Gin could react, his former captain had torn your panties off and flipped you around in his lap so that your back pressed against his bare chest. Your legs draped limply over the outside of his thighs, spreading you open in full view.

"There," he said, satisfaction and hunger ringing clear as he tugged the soaked satin aside to bare your glistening slit. "Is this a familiar sight, Gin? I'm sure she used to let you do all manner of things between these supple thighs."

His fingers slid through the slickened flesh, making you moan and arch in his lap. Gin remained frozen, helplessly captivated by the sight of Aizen's fingers sinking inside you. Of how the thick digits glided in and out, coaxing you further into arousal and need.

"You're so tight, beloved," Aizen murmured, his breath brushing your ear as he pumped in and out. "Perhaps my attention has been required elsewhere lately. It will be a pleasure to remind you of just how generous and attentive your master can be."

With a soft grunt, Aizen suddenly pulled his fingers free. He raised them to his lips, deliberately licking the glistening juices from his skin with slow deliberation. A low groan reverberated from his chest, almost guttural in its intensity.

"I always forget just how good you taste," he rumbled, eyes falling half-lidded. "I could spend hours savoring the sweetness of this cunt, but I'm sure you'll have to excuse me for wanting a more complete appreciation of you right now."

With that, Aizen shifted your limp form again, arranging you so that your back arched against his chest. His large hands grasped your thighs, tugging your knees further apart and baring your dripping pussy to Gin's horrified stare.

"I hope you don't mind sharing, Gin," he practically crooned, his breath tickling the shell of your ear. "She’s so perfect, it would be a shame to deprive the world of the pleasures she has to offer. Don’t you agree?"

Gin remained frozen, torn between nausea and dark fascination at the sight of you splayed before him. Of your head lolling against Aizen's shoulder, lips parted and chest heaving with shallow breaths as your dazed gaze remained fixed on the ceiling.

"It's truly a shame that you didn’t appreciate this gorgeous body fully during your time together," Aizen mused, lips caressing the curve of your throat as he spoke. "If you had, perhaps I wouldn't have needed to take such drastic measures to ensure her absolute devotion. After all, the only reason she's here right now is because she knows her lord needs her to be completely and utterly loyal."

"That's...not true..." The words slipped free without Gin's conscious volition, a desperate attempt to deny the painful reality he was forced to witness.

Aizen merely arched an eyebrow in cool amusement, his eyes glinting dangerously. He slid one hand up your body to grip your chin, holding you immobile as his lips brushed the shell of your ear.

"Are you certain?" he asked, voice pitched low and hypnotic. "Or is this the truth you tell yourself because the alternative is simply too painful? Either way, it hardly matters now. Because no matter what lies you try to convince yourself, the truth is that you're here right now."

Aizen's fingers traced down the side of your throat, pausing just above your racing pulse.

"Witnessing this transformation," he continued, the dark promise of every word making the hairs rise on the back of Gin's neck. "This is the reality, no matter how much you would prefer otherwise. So why not enjoy the show? It's not often that I allow others to see such a side of me."

With that, Aizen slid his free hand back between your spread thighs. Gin remained motionless, unable to tear his gaze away from the sight of his former captain's long fingers tracing through the soaked folds with deft, practiced motions.

"But you’ve always been special to me, Gin," Aizen mused, almost idly as he rubbed circles around your clit. You writhed and whined, hips bucking instinctively. "I suppose it's only fair to indulge you in return for the entertainment you've provided over the years."

Gin felt his pulse quicken, skin prickling with visceral awareness. He felt strangely removed, like he was witnessing events from the far side of a screen. And yet the arousal curling in his belly couldn't be denied, especially when his eyes lingered on the sight of your hips rolling in helpless response.

He could remember what it felt like to make love to you, the way your body quivered and tightened around him when your pleasure crested. The way you would clutch at his shoulders and moan his name, a sound that never failed to fill him with a rush of tender possessiveness and satisfaction.

Soon enough, his body betrayed him and began responding to the blatant eroticism playing out before him. His cock stirred, blood surging in a sickening rush of warmth. Gin gritted his teeth, shame and self-loathing clawing at his insides even as his cock hardened further.

"I know what you're thinking, Gin." Aizen's dark, velvet baritone cut through the haze, his fingers stroking over your drenched slit with agonizing slowness. "But what's the harm? I can say for certain that you’re the most deserving to see this particular performance. Perhaps you need a reminder of the way your lover responds when she is loved thoroughly and completely?"

He punctuated the taunting question by sinking two fingers into your quivering cunt, pumping in and out in a leisurely rhythm. You moaned and arched against him, your hands sliding up to clutch at his wrists.

"You look beautiful like this, beloved," Aizen rumbled, his voice gone thick with arousal. He turned his head to press his lips against the side of your throat. "Will you let me make love to you now? It's been far too long since I've had the pleasure of feeling your tight little cunt around my cock."

Your answering whine sounded needy and desperate, the words not penetrating your mindless arousal. Still, it seemed to satisfy Aizen as he withdrew his fingers. Instead, he hooked his hands under your knees and lifted them upwards, forcing your legs wider apart.

The obscene display made Gin's throat go dry. His pulse thundered in his ears as his traitorous eyes remained fixated on the sight of Aizen's hard shaft poised and ready between your parted folds. His former captain's gaze flickered over to him then, eyes glinting in dark satisfaction as if he could sense the exact moment Gin's control began to shatter.

"Enjoy the show, Gin," he practically purred, lips curling upward. With a low growl, Aizen thrust his hips forward, spearing his way inside with a single stroke.

Gin flinched at the same time you gasped and arched, head falling back against Aizen's shoulder. He remained frozen, unable to tear his gaze away from the sight of you taking his former captain's cock with mindless abandon.

The sight was mesmerizing, a terrible parody of the way Gin had made love to you in the past. And yet there was no mistaking the way you writhed and moaned, the way your thighs tensed and back arched in response to each deep thrust.Gin could almost feel the phantom sensation of you pulsing around him, your body welcoming his own in the familiar dance.

The memories only served to heighten the shameful arousal curling within him. Gin's cock throbbed and hardened, straining painfully against his uniform. Precum beaded from the tip, staining the fabric even as he grit his teeth and tried to ignore the aching heat.

"She feels incredible, doesn't she?" Aizen's rough voice snapped him back to the present. The other man had fallen still, hips flush against yours as he held you pinned with your thighs splayed obscenely. His expression had grown darker, almost wild as his eyes bored into Gin. "I imagine you can still remember what it felt like the last time you were inside her, when her cunt was wrapped around you and begging for release. But that's nothing compared to this."

He punctuated the taunting statement with a sharp thrust that had you gasping and rocking forward. Your chest heaved, flushed and glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. Your eyes were still dazed and empty, but there was no mistaking the lust and arousal etched into every line of your face.

"I've spent countless nights learning the secrets of this gorgeous body, memorizing every way she loves to be touched," Aizen practically growled. He rolled his hips up, the motion sending a shudder through your frame. "And she has responded to each and every one with the utmost devotion and loyalty."

"Why are you doing this?" Gin finally found the strength to rasp, his throat aching with the effort. "Why do you have to do it in front of me?"

The question had haunted him since his arrival. Aizen's expression shifted then, eyes glinting and a small, smug smile tugging at his lips.

"I told you, didn't I?" he said, his tone infuriatingly mild once more. "I'm simply rewarding the one who has been most deserving. And perhaps reminding you of what could have been, if only you had shown the proper amount of initiative. But it's too late now, and I find that I quite enjoy the fruits of my labor. She's everything I hoped for and more."

Gin's hands clenched into fists at the implications. Something inside him felt raw and frayed, and the longer he lingered, the faster the thread was unraveling. He couldn't escape the memories, the visceral reminder of how perfectly you'd responded to his touch, to his kiss, to his very presence.

It had been different with Aizen. There was no denying that, no matter how hard Gin tried. Whereas you had melted into his embrace and returned his love with every breath, there had been no trace of those old feelings within you whenever Aizen had touched you. Only blank, glassy-eyed acceptance and mindless obedience.

His heart broke wondering what Aizen must’ve done to you to strip you of the emotions and desires that had made you who you were. The ones that had made him fall in love with you, that had inspired such fierce loyalty and devotion from him.

"What did you do to her?"

Aizen seemed to consider him, expression contemplative. The silence stretched and the air grew thick with tension.

"Nothing beyond what was necessary," he said at last, his voice carefully measured. "It was the only way to ensure her complete and total devotion. To make her understand that her master was the one and only thing she should concern herself with. And I can assure you that she has been nothing short of grateful for my efforts. Isn't that right, my love?"

"Yesh… my lord…" Your soft, slurred murmur was nearly inaudible, yet the sound sent a sharp pang through Gin's chest. His breath caught, stomach churning as his eyes flickered back to where your head lolled limply against Aizen's shoulder."whatever you say… jus’ wanna be good for you…"

"Shh, my love," Aizen soothed, his fingers carding gently through your hair. "Be a good girl and come for me, won't you? Show Gin just how beautiful you are when I fuck you properly."

"Please… mhm, anything for my lord..."

You keened and arched, nails digging into his forearms. Aizen groaned, the sound guttural and hungry as he resumed thrusting. His hips slammed into yours in a frenzied pace, making your breasts bounce and breath come out in soft gasps.

The sight was mesmerizing. A visceral, carnal display of dominance and ownership, one that Gin had no business being privy to. And despite the disgust and self-loathing warring in his gut, the heat continued rising. Gin could feel his cock pulsing and straining, a wet patch forming on the front of his uniform as he fought not to come.

He didn't want to watch, didn't want to be turned on by the sight of Aizen fucking your beautiful, naked body. He didn't want to acknowledge the part of himself that craved you, the part that would give anything for the chance to feel you pulsing around him once more.

It didn't help that the memories continued swirling within him, a cruel mockery of the way things had once been. Of the countless times you'd made love with him, your breathless laughter and soft sighs echoing in his ears. Of how perfect and wonderful it had felt to have your warmth wrapped around him, holding him close and safe.

But that was all gone now, nothing more than a painful illusion shattered to pieces by Aizen's cruelty. You were nothing more than a shell of who you had been, and yet there was no mistaking that his heart still ached at the sight of you. Even like this.

Gin felt the telltale tightness coiling in his gut and he squeezed his eyes shut, trying desperately to ignore the sensations. His breath came out in harsh pants, and he could feel sweat trickling down the back of his neck. His skin felt flushed and prickling, and every muscle in his body tensed and trembled.

A sharp squeal cut through the air and his eyes flew open. You arched and rocked against Aizen, mouth opening on a silent cry as your eyes screwed shut. Your cunt pulsed and fluttered, and a fragrant liquid sprayed over both of your thighs and Aizen's stomach.

Gin watched, transfixed, as Aizen fucked you through the aftershocks. The liquid continued gushing from your body, splattering and coating both your skin and the sheets beneath. It didn't take long for his former captain to reach his peak, hips stuttering and rhythm growing erratic.

A low, guttural groan tore free from his throat. He pressed deep, the muscles in his shoulders and back flexing as his fingers dug into the soft flesh of your hips. Gin could see the base of his shaft pulsing as he released deep inside you, the motions sending a fresh wave of liquid spurting from your abused slit.

Aizen's chest heaved, his expression going slack with pleasure. He gave a few more slow, lazy rolls of his hips before withdrawing completely. His cum leaked and dripped from your swollen folds, and he hummed in satisfaction as he spread you wide for Gin's perusal.

"There, I've given you a thorough demonstration," he said, his voice a deep, husky rumble. "But I'm afraid my dear beloved is far too exhausted to provide you with the same kind of service, so you'll have to excuse us for the night."

With a soft grunt, he lifted you into his arms. Gin remained frozen, his limbs locked in place as the reality of the situation began sinking in. His eyes fell upon your slack, dazed expression, and the pain that sliced through his heart was worse than any wound he'd ever received.

Aizen had taken everything from him. His loyalty, his devotion, and his heart. Even his memories, and the promise of a future with the one person he loved most in the world.

"But… don't worry," Aizen continued, his eyes glinting with a dark promise. "I'll give her plenty of time to recover so you can experience the fruits of my labor for yourself. And when the time comes, I'm sure you'll appreciate just how much more beautiful she is now."

Gin couldn't find the words to respond, couldn't bring himself to speak. His throat felt painfully dry and his tongue heavy.

"After all, there's nothing I wouldn't do for the sake of those closest to me." Aizen paused, eyes burning with an intensity that made Gin's insides freeze. "And the next time I invite you to my bedchambers, you would do well to accept the invitation."

He turned then, cradling your limp form against his bare chest. Gin's eyes fell upon your flushed cheeks and unfocused gaze, his heart squeezing at the sight. It was only then that he became vaguely aware of the damp stain soaking the front of his uniform, the sticky proof of his own shameful arousal.

"Sleep well, Gin."

Aizen's words were a soft, almost hypnotic purr as he crossed the room. Without a backward glance, he left the chamber and disappeared into the corridor, taking the warmth and comfort with him.

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wendiz · 9 months ago

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Y'all I got the goods! And I wasn't even close to getting hit by a car! Big W for all idiots in the world <3 (Anyway woah look at it!!!!)

Gonna go buy the centaur manga I want to read, wish me luck!!!

#babble #gif #I've only read Our Torsos Align but I'm already so excited to see what this series has to offer!!!!!!

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ultrabananapudding · 4 months ago

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In Our Torsos Align we trust 🙏

If you are a fan of beautiful artwork and interesting concepts regarding the relationship between Humans and Non-Humans (that aren't always portrayed as romantic) then BOOM I strongly recommend this Omnibus 🌟

#I've reread this manga like three times already since yesterday when I got it #Even the stories I didn't connect with at first grew on me over time and now I adore them all #And the concepts!!!!#Kinda bittersweet but UGH I LOVE IT #And also the art ofc is beautiful #Here is my yearly gushing of the literature I've been reading 🫡#tumblr #books #our torsos align #manga #omnibus #literature #recommendation #me #captains log

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steviebbboi · 2 months ago

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Hope you’re doing well 😊 Just super curious - but how exactly did Good For It Ari and Reader actually meet? Would love a meet cute Drabble/one shot if possible? Thanks 😊

Hey lad~~~ thanks for sending in this ask!! I really appreciate your curiosity about these Lumberjack!Ari and Reader :) Hoping this lands well, and would love to know your thoughts too!

Pairing: Lumberjack!Recluse!Ari x F!Reader (Good For It)

Word Count: 1.7k~

Summary: How did you and Lumberjack!Ari first meet?

You could read the original fic here.

Disclaimer: ***I don't give any permission for this to be reposted anywhere! Pls do not steal work, plagiarism isn't demureeee***

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Warnings/Triggers: Dangerous mundane situations involving a moving box and a speeding car, slight size kink being actualized, seriously cute and intense meet cute/''love at first sight'' - ish. Mild depictions of reader but nothing too specific.

“Oh no, watch out!” A desperate voice cried out.

Ari merely grunted as his muscular arms arched to catch the weight of the box that almost landed on his head.

The voice from earlier turned sheepish as it spoke again. Ari’s view of the person still obscured by the block of cardboard. “God, I’m so sorry! It fell out of my grip before I realized it! Agh, that must be heavy– here, let me take that from you.”

Ari didn’t bother to respond as he wasn’t too burdened by the task. He easily bypassed the arms reaching out to take the box from him by putting down the package on the road pavement before looking up at the hidden voice.

His breath hitched at the first sight of you. Your luscious hair bundled away from your face in a soft bun, a silky green scarf wrapped around your hair, making you look like a modern day Rosie the Riveter in your white linen button down and denim jeans. Your face was slightly flushed from the initial panic from earlier but seemed to flush for an entirely different reason with Ari’s eyes washing over your silhouette.

Your nerves spiked up slightly with Ari’s silence and blinking eyes. With the box no longer obscuring your view, the tall looming figure of a man was striking, and he was so handsome. His cerulean blue eyes fluttered with long eyelashes that you immediately felt envious of– and his beard adorned face carried a look that you couldn’t really decipher.

Needless to say, you both were mesmerized by each other’s beauty. Unbeknownst to the both of you, this also resulted in the both of you just staring at each other for a prolonged amount of time. The silence created a kind of enchantment that wasn’t awkward nor was it uncomfortable, but more surprising and, weirdly, aligned.

The honk of a car passing by was what snapped you out of your reverie. Ari’s unflinching gaze looking up at you made you suddenly realize the tension that carried over the air for the past few seconds and you shuffled closer to the bottom of the truck nervously.

It was your movement that broke Ari eventually and he was brought back to the present when he saw that you were about to jump down from your position inside the white moving truck. Without thinking, his broad arms reached for your waist.

His touch startled you and with a squeak, your hands landed on his shoulders to aid him in his efforts to help you down. Your torso suddenly flush against his sturdy chest, you could feel your heart fluttering like a hummingbird as you landed in front of him. Ari was now the one looking down at you, your smaller stature making the atmosphere even more captivating.

“Thank you.” You murmured distractedly, feeling so hyper aware of your body’s reaction to this attractive stranger.

“It’s no problem.” Ari said quietly, his eyes soft as he took you in now that you were standing right in front of him.

After a few more moments of silence and looking at each other, you released a small laugh and shook your head a bit, almost like you were ridding yourself of the budding dynamic. Putting out a small hand in between your bodies, you offered your name, a smile, and a handshake. At the sight of your smile, Ari couldn’t help his own small one that formed on his face as he reached forward to take your hand in his large one as he introduced himself back.

The brush of your skin on his felt electric and your breath hitched at how his hand just enveloped yours. You looked up at him again and really noticed just how tall he was– if he wasn’t giving you the softest smile (that you suspect didn’t come easy for the man), you might’ve felt a bit intimidated, but for some reason, you weren’t.

Placing that thought to the side, you suddenly came back to yourself and realized how ridiculous you were being, at how you were feeling. You just met the man a few minutes ago (well, almost dropped a box of cameras on him, more like) and you couldn’t act like a normal person!

With a clearing of your throat, you took a step back to place some space between your two figures. Ari seemed reluctant to let go of your hand but respected the intentional and understandable distance.

Just as you were about to speak again, another horn honked but this time at you. Seeing the incoming car just speeding towards you, you released another squeal of panic and before you could move yourself, a strong arm wrapped around your waist to pull you out of the way. With an oomph, your hands landed on top of Ari’s biceps. You gripped the hard denim of his jacket and involuntarily squeezed his arms in relief as you tried to catch your breath.

“Hey, you okay?” Ari asked you worriedly, a furrowed brow replacing the former soft expression as he also looked past you to check out that car. He looked almost angry at the moving vehicle that was now too far to even catch. Pushing back the scare that overtook your body, Ari’s encapsulating arm around your waist tightened, and you realized that you have never felt so secure with a man like this before.

“Who was this guy?” You thought with your own brow furrowed, so confused by how genuinely safe you felt with this person that seemed to make your nervous system go haywire.

“I’m okay, thank you so much. I didn’t even see that car,” you huffed out a nervous chuckle, feeling embarrassed by your sudden lack of awareness. So caught up in his allure, you felt like a 15-year old girl again.

“He shouldn’t have been speeding.” Ari simply said, his furrowed brows relaxing when he noticed your flushed cheeks.

You let out an agreeing hum and noticed that you were still clutching his arms. You brushed back away from him to carefully extricate yourself from his embrace, “Oh god, sorry! Jeez, I just met you five minutes ago and you’ve already helped me bypass two dangerous situations.” You let out another nervous giggle before moving to the sidewalk to avoid another dangerous incident, less it be boxes or a car.

As Ari followed to stand in front of you, he could feel his own heart calm slightly from its fast beat, relief flowing through his body at the change of pace. “Anytime.” He said softly, the smile coming back as he matched the levity of the space.

Although lightness was brought, some awkwardness also filled the air as you both felt a loss of what to say. Though you both knew that you could just part ways at this point, it was like you both also knew that neither of you wanted to.

After a few moments of awkward smiles and shuffles, you looked towards the boxes and remembered, “Oh! Thanks again, by the way. I’m moving all of this stuff by myself and I guess my arms are starting to feel the result of it.” You chuckled and massaged your own bicep in reflex.

Ari frowned again and looked back into the open truck to see a few boxes left. “Did you need any help?”

Flushing again, you stammered out, “O-oh no, no. Don’t worry, I don’t wanna put you out!”

Ari looked down at you as if he could see right through your awkward rambles and took another look at you squeezing your arms, and merely let out a responding grunt. He took off his jacket to lay it on the bottom of the truck, leaving him in a simple white tee as he bent down to pick up the box that he caught earlier.

With his back turned, you still protested at Ari but also couldn’t help staring at how his toned and muscular arms flexed as he held up the heavy box of your collection of cameras. There was something about the way that he just stood there, ignoring your protests, and waiting for your instruction that made you want to capture this moment.

For some reason, this felt significant and important. The start of something pure and new. Instantaneous lightness made its way into your belly and even through your gazing, you couldn’t hold back a resounding laugh at Ari’s no-nonsense expression. The look, again, made the elevated man seem daunting and unapproachable, but you could only feel soft flutters of giddiness fill you. It’s like a part of you somehow felt familiar with him, as if you already knew him.

As you led Ari into your small townhouse, and later as you ordered pizza as a thank you, the giddiness and momentous feeling didn’t leave you. You talked his ear off about how you were new to the neighborhood, your family and friends, your work– you quickly found out that even though Ari didn’t talk much, his resounding grunts and active ear made you feel the most heard that you have ever felt.

He never made you feel like you were being too much during your conversation, nor did he seem like he wanted to get away. He was quiet, but his presence was present and he seemed like he genuinely wanted to be here with you, it was like he got you too.

You sensed that most people would find Ari to be brooding as he mentioned his small cabin that he owned uptown near the mill where he worked. But he was picturesque leaning against your little island, a vein-covered hand gripping onto the neck of his beer bottle loosely as he brought it to his pink lips. Although he was short with his responses, it wasn’t mean or unkind. His expression still carried that softness from earlier as he gazed at you with wonderment and a gentleness that seemed to fit his face gracefully.

Looking back now, you knew why the moment was important. It was the first time you felt safe with Ari, the first time he saved you.

And it was the first time that you saved him too.

A/N: This was before the whole incident at the mill -- so I figured that this would give some backstory about how Ari kinda just moved through the world. Still recovering from his time in service, but also still a domineering yet quiet presence. Just a testament to how much Reader has kinda changed his purview of life 🥹 in the most subtlest and unexplainable of ways. I love a good "love at first sight" trope- or well, i guess as close to it as it could get!

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goldenhickeysandramen · 8 months ago

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Chemistry

Human beings are inherently social creatures, craving connection and companionship for a fulfilling existence. Sometimes we meet someone with whom we feel deeply connected, whose presence attracts us and generates comfort, emotion and joy. We feel there’s “chemistry”.

For "chemistry" to exist there must be attraction. Not necessarily a physical attraction, but rather an emotional one. You want to spend more time with that person because they make you feel good.

Chemistry doesnt mean two people must be romantically involved... but the lack of it would mean the absence of any possible romance.

True chemistry between individuals isn't one-sided either; it requires mutual attraction and resonance. It's not merely about one person being drawn to another; rather, it's a dynamic interplay between both parties

There are a number of elements that can give us clues as to whether or not this chemistry exists. These manifestations or elements are visible in the way people interact and occur unconsciously or semi-consciously (i.e.: they are not the product of a voluntary manipulation by either of the parties involved).

These are 10 behaviours that can serve as clues to the existence of attraction and chemistry between two people.

1. Gaze focused on each other

An important sign of interest and connection is the way two people look at each other. When there's chemistry, people tend to look at each other for longer periods of time, showing more attention than when interacting with others. This is particularly noticeable in group settings, where the intensity of eye contact and the length of time people look at each other can reveal an underlying attraction.

2. Pupil dilation

Attraction causes our pupils to unconsciously dilate so that as much light as possible enters the eye, so that we can observe the other person in more detail.

3. Seeking Each Other Out

A telltale sign of chemistry between two individuals is their inclination to seek each other out. Even on a subconscious level, they feel compelled to connect or come across the other person.

4. Smile

Another sign is the fact that two people who are mutually attracted will tend to smile at each other constantly in a natural way, as a reflection of the sensations of comfort that the presence of the other person brings. Moreover, heightened interest often leads to an elevated sense of humour, resulting in easy laughter at positive or amusing remarks.

5. Shared interests

Among the behavioural signs that reveal the existence of chemistry between two people is the presence and/or search for multiple shared interests. In this sense, there is a mutual interest in knowing each other's opinions and tastes, even without a specific purpose.

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6. Extended conversations

When there's chemistry between two people, conversations often flow effortlessly and can seemingly go on indefinitely. It's not uncommon for to lose track of time, engrossed in the interaction.

7. Physical proximity

Another indicator of attraction or chemistry is the physical distance between two people. Typically, individuals drawn to each other will naturally gravitate closer, reducing the space between them. In many cases, they may even enter each other's personal space without causing discomfort. Spontaneous physical contact, such as gentle touches or brushing of arms, faces, fingers, or hands, may also occur.

8. Body orientation

The orientation of feet and body language can also signal attraction between individuals. Unconsciously, we tend to point one or both feet towards the person we're interested in and our bodies often align so that both are facing each other, with shoulders and torsos mirroring each other's position.

9. Imitation

When there's chemistry between two individuals, they often unconsciously mirror each other's behavior. This can manifest in various ways, such as adopting similar habits, gestures, speech patterns, and even modulating tone of voice to align with the other person.

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10. Trust, empathy and willingness towards the other person

It is common that in front of a person with whom we have chemistry we tend unconsciously to be able to trust them more than the rest. In the same way, when there is mutual interest and chemistry it is easier to feel understood by the other person as well as being relatively easier to put ourselves in their shoes and imagine what might be going on in their mind. We are also more thoughtful and generous and devote more time and effort to spending time and/or performing acts that please or help the person we are interested in..

I will add one one last one.

A new one for the records

11. They will choose to enlist together

THE END

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deathworlders-of-e24 · 1 month ago

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Thomas, Engineer

Part 2

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Roomba stood on top of the console as Thomas lay supine below it, working on the wiring above his face, with only his legs sticking out. One of the control stations on the bridge had blown a circuit so he’d been called up to make repairs, crawling under it like it was a normal work desk. Captain Skitch, a insectoid Mergal man, stood off to the side, observing.

“So tell me again, why not have the service drone do this?” The captain asked.

“He’s busy, sir. I need him to push a button and tell me when the other buttons light up.”

“Beep.”

[Request: game pad]

“We got a job to do buddy, you can play later okay?” Thomas said as he twisted two wires together. “Alright, try it now.”

Roomba walked across the control panel and stepped on the flashing button. The rest of the console came to life, lights flashing on and the screen rebooting.

“Beep.”

[Confirmation: Command station is operational]

“Cool, thanks buddy.” Thomas wormed his way out from under the station, dusting himself off once back on his feet. “All fixed Captain, you should be good to go.”

“Good work ensign.” Skitch clapped him on the shoulder and returned to his captain’s chair.

“And you,” Thomas said, turning to the little droid, “thank you for the help Roomba.”

“Beep.”

[Acknowledged]

“Beep.”

[Request: game pad please]

“Oh, good manners buddy. Here you go.” Thomas dug the pad out of the pocket of his jumpsuit and gave it back to the droid. Roomba climbed back into Thomas’s work bag and continued from where he’d left off, the game pad’s tune muffled from the fabric. Thomas grabbed his kit and headed back down to the maintenance decks. He nodded to the other human in the room, Security Chief Ducane, Danny he thought his name was. They nodded back. Seemed like a cool guy. Maybe he’d ask to have lunch or something one of these days.

As he walked down the hall, the two Padrino caught him at the junction.

“Hey Sixer, Mace, how you guys doing?”

“Greetings, Human Thomas. We are functioning nominally, however we do request you explain again why you are trying to change our designations with these…nicknames.”

“Oh, I’m sorry guys, your names are just really long and kinda clunky.” Thomas pointed to the unit on the left. “Like I know your name is actually Unit H663K67Q6 so I just shortened it to Sixer, and yours is Unit M124C11E9 so I called you Mace.” Thomas looked at them for a second. “If you don’t like them I can stop, and I can just use your real names.”

The two robots were quiet for a moment. The lift chimed and the doors opened. The group walked in and asked for the ‘Maintenance deck, please.’ Behind him, Thomas could hear their odd machine language, and guessed they were ‘whispering’ to each other. It sounded like the time his laptop fell in the kitchen sink.

“We are not offended at the use of the ‘nicknames’. We were unaware that our designations were inconvenient for others. It has been logged in our memory now.”

“If the use of these new designations will improve efficiency, then we will allow their use.”

“Really? Thanks you guys, really. I just didn’t want you to think I was being a jerk, you’re kind of the first friends I’ve got on this ship, besides Roomba.” Thomas patted his bag.

They ‘whispered’ again in their machine code.

“Another question, Human Thomas. How were you able to differentiate us a moment ago? We have the same unit design.”

The lift dinged again and the door opened. They started off towards the maintenance locker room.

“Really? You look totally different to me. Sixer has shinier plates on his arms and torso, and Mace, your antenna has these zigzags in it that Sixer doesn’t have. Theres some other stuff too, but it’s not that hard if you pay attention.”

The Padrino stopped and looked at each other.

“He is correct. Reflection variance acknowledged.”

“Agreed. Antenna alignment noted.”

They turned back to Thomas, who was just chuckling. “It’s like twins seeing the differences in each other for the first time, this is cool.”

“Twins: identical offspring born at virtually the same time and share most genetic markers. This is what you are referring to, correct?”

“Yeah, exactly. My nieces are twins, everyone is amazed I can tell them apart. Totally different kids, I tell them.”

The group made their way into the Maintenance Hub, past the locker room. From there, water purification, air cleaning, WARP core fuel injectors, every major system ran through this junction. Thomas liked it in here. The Bridge might be the brain of the ship, but this was the heart, and they were the doctors keeping it beating.

Off to the side, Thomas saw Simms the Gally turn and go the opposite way. He motioned in the same direction.

“Thanks again for stopping that Gally guy from getting Roomba and me, I’d hate for anything to happen to him.”

“The Gally’s actions would have set an anomalous baseline in our observations of you,” Sixer said.

“What does that mean?”

“You would have been…upset,” Mace replied.

“Aw, thanks guys. You’re the best,” Thomas said. “Say thanks Roomba.”

The BEEP was muffled, but the translator picked it up.

[Assistance acknowledged]

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It was Thomas’s turn to go outside the ship to do repairs. A ship on its maiden voyage always had a few screws loose, one of which was on a port side window seam. It was leaking a little oxygen, so someone had to go out and get it. A whole section of the ship had to be evacuated because of it. Even a small leak could compromise the integrity of the hull, in a worst case scenario cause explosive decompression. Which is not great in anyone’s opinion.

He’d left Roomba in the capable care of Sixer and Mace, who assured him they’d ‘look after his best buddy.’ He had to go up several decks to the Security Division to get out an air lock, and walking around in the heavy space suit was exhausting. The thing must’ve weighed 100 lbs! Not to mention the kit he was lugging around. Humans had made it all the way to deep space and still didn’t put wheels on all the heavy objects it took to get there.

Thomas was almost to the security check point when the door opened. Someone from the Sed race came rushing out, heading his way. Their uniform said they were part of the security team, so maybe they were coming to help him?

Probably not. The were barreling towards him so fast, Thomas had to shuffle out of the way to avoid getting knocked over.

“Dude, watch it,” Thomas said, struggling to keep the kit up. The Sed just glared at him.

“Stay out of the way, human,” they practically snarled, making the hairs on the back of Thomas’s neck stand up. Neither of them said anything else as the Sed man passed by and down the hall.

“What the hell was that about?” Thomas said once the Sed was out of sight. He’d have shrugged if the suit he was wearing wasn’t so damn heavy.

Eh screw it, got stuff to do, he thought. Thankfully there was a nice Quintin girl at the security check, Coola, who was kind enough to help him get the suit helmet on and hand him his tools once he was in the air lock.

“Thank you so much, that was really nice of you,” Thomas said, shaking her hand warmly.

“Oh it’s no problem. Truth be told, I actually volunteered when I heard it was another human coming to do the repairs. We all think Chief Ducane is wonderful, so I wanted to meet the rest of you humans too.”

“His name is Danny right? I’m glad he’s a cool guy, maybe I’ll come by security sometime, say hi to everyone.”

Coola nodded enthusiastically before ducking out of the doorway. The air lock doors whirred closed, locking him in. An automated voice sounded in the speaker of his helmet, giving a countdown to the outer door opening.

3…

2…

1…

Thomas didn’t think he’d ever get used to the sound of all the air in a room rushing out into a vacuum. He’d been on space walks before, but the sheer absence always made him very uncomfortable.

He clicked on the magnetic boots he was wearing and began the 100 meter trek to the blown seam. He could see it just past a cluster of communications antenna, leaking gases out of the ship. Thomas headed in that direction.

He was making good time. Realistically he could be out there for hours without worry, the tanks in the suit could give him enough oxygen to last the rest of the cycle if he really wanted to sand bag his work out there, but given that out there was filled with nothing, Thomas wanted to wrap this up as quickly as possible.

He’d made it about 3/4 of the way to his destination, right at the communication array, when suddenly his ear piece started acting funny. At first it was just hissing and popping a little, then it started squealing, like microphone feedback right in his ear. Couldn’t take it off, space suit, helmet, needed to breath or he’ll die, but what the hell was this sound? His translator doubled as a radio now, sure, but what out here could be giving him this much interference? It couldn’t be picking up any chatter from the array, could it? That section of equipment was for long distance communication only, controlled by a special console right below it. Especially not with maintenance so close to it, this whole section of the ship was supposed to be empty until the leak was patched, standard procedure. Someone would have to be in that communication center to be using that array.

So who’s making the long distance call?

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Thomas made it back to the air lock after the patch was in place and he’d doubled checked the seal. No more leak, and he was happy to come back aboard the Noah. The ship felt nice and cozy after the deep dark emptiness of space. Thomas had hot cocoa on the brain.

As he made his way back to the Maintenance deck, he thought again about that rogue signal that almost deafened him. If it was the array, somebody would’ve had to get onto the locked down deck while everyone else was gone and into the long distance communication center. If it was the array, of course. It could just be his ear piece malfunctioning for all he knew. But he did know, his ear piece was fine, he’d even just gotten it upgraded by…

Thomas walked a little faster.

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“Beep.”

[Request: game pad please]

“Yeah I missed you too buddy,” Thomas said, patting the little robot on the head before forking over the game. “Everything okay while I was gone guys?”

Thomas had practically ran all the way down to the locker room, didn’t even wait for the lift, he’d just jumped down the stairs. Once he’d made it onto the maintenance deck, he’d spotted the group of 3 robots sitting off to the side. It was almost end of shift it seemed, Sixer and Mace were already plugged in to recharge.

“Entity designated Roomba has performed an adequate job and number of tasks. He was also sufficiently helpful to us as well.”

“Good, I’m glad. Thanks for watching him while I went outside.”

Thomas sat down and watched Roomba scurry through a digital maze on the pad.

“Hey, while I was out there, something weird happened, and I wanted to ask you guys if you could help me.”

“Please elaborate, Human Thomas,” said Mace.

“Well I was out by the long distance array, and something almost fried my ear piece while I was out there. I was hoping you guys could take a look at it sometime, maybe see if there’s anything left of it, or see if the thing is just busted or something.” Thomas rubbed his temple. His head still hurt from the noise.

“Of course, Human Thomas,” said Sixer, “but we’d have to acquire the correct tools. The upgrade we gave to you was merely a simple patch, but to retrieve signal data such as you are describing would require the correct approach.”

“In the meantime, might we suggest informing the captain of the signal? I believe Captain Skitch would be more than capable of answering your concerns.”

“Nah, I don’t want to start a fuss over nothing, if it is nothing. And if it’s not…well it’s probably best to have something to show him, right?”

“Your reasoning is sound. We can take a look at it during the next cycle, if you wish,” Mace said. “For now, we need to recharge or risk occurring a fault.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course guys. You two get some rest, I’ll see you tomorrow anyway. Good night fellas,” Thomas said as he picked up Roomba and set him in his bag.

“Rest well, Human Thomas,” the 2 Padrino said in unison.

Totally twins, Thomas thought, smiling. Hopefully a night of sleep would calm his nerves. Maybe some games would help him relax too. He could try to teach Roomba to play something other than PAC-MAN, though he wasn’t sure how the little droid would hold the controller.

The game pad trilled from inside his bag again.

“Beep.”

[Update: advancement progressing faster]

“My god you are just too cute,” Thomas said laughing as he went to his quarters.

Games. Definitely gonna teach the little droid to play something new. Right after he got some hot cocoa.

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