A/N:

This is a very mature fic IMHO, unless you think that multiple smuts scattering around with multiple pairings are suitable for children. Second, I don't think this fic is dark, but I will not classify it as something very lighthearted. Therefore, children under the age of 18 are advised to stay away.

Third, there is a mention of homosexuality, but NO actual Yaoi material presented or anything explicit. This is a HET fic with Aihime as a main paring, minor pairings: Aihina, slight AiGin onesided, slight Ichihime onesided. Before any of you ask, NO threesome, NO Yaoi of any kind.

Last, this time I want to write something for pure joy, to see if it will be more original if I do not have a plot. So this is how I gave birth to this story, I watched this one show online and when I watched a scene about roommate conflict, I kind of remembered my time when I shared a dorm room with my roommate :(. I thought it would be interesting to have Aizen and Ichigo as a roommate, it's intriguing, so I wrote the first paragraph, then I thought my Orihime had to be in it, I have never wrote anything without her. So I wrote and wrote and the plot just came after that. I continued to write and the plot just kind of opened in front of my eyes, and when I looked back, I was at chapter 7 or something like that, and I had something I could call a plot, but I had no idea how it would end, but I thought I could publish this story, so I called my beta for help.

It's so fun, I think I'll let my characters decide it, how they want their stories to be ended, otherwise I'll be bored and stopped writing if I know the ending.

The bad side of this type of writing is it's not perfect or well polished with beautiful words, I just wrote what was on my mind, so excuse me if you see flaws, I did beta this story so hopefully grammar and spelling will not get in your way.

Before I forgot, the wonderful Black Diamond07 made my dream come true by betaing this chapter in just one day. Amazing! Bravo.

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Ichigo knocked on the door, sweat coated his face in nervousness. Although he was already 18, he still had this apprehension of meeting new people, especially one that he would spend most of his time with. The door opened, and a slightly older man with mahogany eyes and chestnut-brown hair looked at him with a calculate yet amused expression on his face. Ichigo blushed, cursing himself for being drawn to another male, but he had to admit the young man in front of him was devilishly handsome and extremely charming. Something about him kept sucking his reason and wit away, making him stare at the older man in awe. The man gently smiled at him.

"You must be Kurosaki Ichigo, nice to meet you. I'm your roommate, Aizen Sousuke."

To hide his embarrassment, he scowled and shook the other man's hand, "I'm Kurosaki Ichigo, nice to meet you."

And that was how they first met.

Despite his rather ruthless and rough look, Ichigo actually was a very shy man with few friends. All of his friends had gone to different universities. He chose Seireitei University because it was famous for its medical field, of which he was interested in.

At first, he thought that Aizen was a great gentleman who was perfect in every way possible. He was polite, always asked before he did something that would potentially affect Ichigo, like inviting friends over, or using alarm in the morning. Aizen considered every little thing to make sure that Ichigo's life was as comfortable was possible. He was a very clean and neat person, so Ichigo almost never had to do the cleaning, which he was grateful for since he needed to concentrate on his rather tough studying. Sometimes, Aizen even cooked for him and they ate dinner together twice a week when they didn't have any obligations at night. Aizen was the best cook ever, he almost was as great a cook as his mother. Everything seemed to be perfect... except for this little thing.

Aizen sometimes liked to invite his friends to stay overnight, and when he first asked Ichigo, he agreed without hesitation. What could be wrong for Aizen to have his friends stay over? He would be bothered a little bit if his girlfriend stayed over, but Aizen's friends were all males, there could not be anything wrong, could it?

Except that seeing another male half-naked with a towel around his waist in his bathroom early in the morning was not exactly what Ichigo approved as an ideal situation, or seeing his roommate kiss and caress another male when they thought that he was not around.

Now he was not a conventional type and he completely understood and respected Aizen's privacy as well as his preference in choosing a partner. However, he had to admit, he was not in the least very comfortable with it. It was the same as having a girlfriend over, except it created this bubbling uneasiness in his stomach. He was grateful that they only shared the apartment, not the room. For one, he would immediately move out if Aizen and his friend got intimate in the same room. Also, he was scared of Aizen. Ever since he discovered this little secret of the number one student of the school, he had this tendency to leave whenever Aizen was around. Maybe he was a conventional type after all. Although he was called by many of his friend as asexual, he was not. He was straight, he just waited for the right person to come and then he would protect and make her happy.

Another thing was that Aizen did not seem to be as good as he seemed. Ichigo, personally did not care of whom Aizen mated, but he was an ethical and righteous person, he knew what was wrong and what was right. Having multiple partners at the same time was not classified as right in his opinion. Moreover, Aizen tended to easily get bored of his partners and threw them like trash after he was done with them. Ichigo got tired of answering the phones of his countless lovers, begging him to hand the phone to Aizen even just once.

This sucked. He should seriously consider moving out, but then one person appeared and changed his life forever.

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It was at seven in the morning when Aizen got out of the bathroom and smiled at him before asking him for a favor, "Hum, Kurosaki-san." He was rather reluctant this time, so Ichigo wondered what was it about that made Aizen somewhat nervous, "Hm, I have a favor to ask you." Aizen was really worried about something for his body seemed to tremble slightly, "Hm, I have a friend I invited over tonight."

Ichigo nodded, rather annoyed, Aizen did not need to ask him about it anymore; he was already used to it.

"I would very much appreciate it if you do not let this person know anything about my lifestyle. That... you know..." He looked at the floor. This was the first time Ichigo saw the confident Aizen feel down for some odd reason. Ichigo was surprised too. Aizen never asked him something like this before. He didn't care what his lovers thought of him before, why now?

Ichigo nodded again and left. He was not a nosy person. Why should he spill out another's lifestyle to some stranger?

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At eight that night, the bell rang and Ichigo opened the door, still a little irritated at

the way Aizen asked him to take care of his friend, but Aizen had helped him a lot of other things, so he should return the favor now.

In the doorway stood a girl.

He closed the door; it must be a mistake. He never had a girl come over in this apartment before, and he didn't remember inviting any of his friend over today.

The bell rang again. He was too rude. He should ask before closing the door, maybe she was asking for direction. Nope. You did not ring the bell in a male dorm to ask for direction. Maybe she wanted to advertise something; very unlikely. You had to have passwords to enter the building. Therefore, they almost never had advertisers before. Maybe she was part of a club or was an employee working for the building. The first very unlikely, the second looked more possible. The bell rang again. He took a deep breath before opening the door again.

Well, she was a girl, alright. Just a normal girl really, nothing special. Her eyes were gray, which was not very usual here, and she had a well...endowed body. She wore a simple cameo pink sun dress, and her beasts were somewhat visible and caught the eyes under the v-neckline. Her hair was more noticeable though. It was a collection of different shades of color, what people nowadays called auburn if he remembered it right. Its color almost looked like his own, except that it...he inwardly blushed...was more beautiful and lively.

"Um,...Hi..."

Shoot. He was too absorbed in analyzing her beau...he meant her appearance that he was staring at her like a pervert. To hide his embarrassment, again he scowled,

"What do you need here?"

No, why did he have to sound so mean? He hoped he did not scare the prett...the girl here, but she smiled back and gave him her hand,

"Hi, I'm Inoue Orihime. Nice to meet you."

He took her hand reluctantly and shook back.

"So, what are you doing here?"

He wished he could do something about his voice to make it softer and friendlier. However, the girl was too busy to control the several shade of red that kept popping on her pale cheeks to notice anything. She rubbed her hands together anxiously before answering, "Well...you know...there is a person call Aizen Sousuke here, isn't it?"

"Yeah, so what's about it?"

What did a girl like her have something to do with that playboy?, he wondered.

"Hm, you know..." She played her fingers together again, "Sousuke told me to wait for him here until he comes back from his internship."

Sousuke? That was weird. As far as he remembered, Aizen never let anyone call him by his first name, even his long time lovers who came here frequently. Anyway, this girl must be the one Aizen told him about this morning. Maybe she was his little sister, but he said "friend", didn't he? And when he said "friend", it meant lover. Shooting her a brief pity look, he jerked his head to the side, signaling her to come in.

As she settled down on the couch, she looked around shyly, "You have a very nice apartment here."

"Want some tea?" He gave her the tea and sat next to her. She smelled wonderful.

"Thank you, hm..."

"Kurosaki, Kurosaki Ichigo"

She flushed, "Nice to meet you, Kurosaki-kun."

Somehow being called Kurosaki-kun made him feel warm and cozy inside. People usually called him Kurosaki, or just Ichigo, some polite ones called him Kurosaki-san, but to be honest, he was never called Kurosaki-kun before. Suddenly he wanted to get closer to her, to smell her once more. Unconsciously, he shifted his body to the left, closing their distance. His blood rushed through his vein as he was about to place his arm around the back of the sofa, right above her shoulder. He shook his head inwardly and withdrew his arm. What was he thinking about? Taking advantage of a girl he just met. Maybe he should find a girlfriend to calm down all of these urges. However, he doubted there were any girls that could stir him the way she did. Something about her made him at ease, like he would not have to worry about anything with her around. He wished they could sit like this...forever.

Suddenly the door opened, and Aizen's eyes swept around the room, searching hurriedly for the girl. As he curled his lips into the unfailing charming smile, she immediately stood up and reached out for him, which made Ichigo feel a sting somewhere in his chest, and he eyed the couple intensely as they hugged each other in happiness. Come on, it was not like they had not seen each other in a long time; they surely met each other every day, right? What was with that long hug? And they looked like they would never see each other again if they parted.

Aizen held Orihime's hand in his and told Ichigo,

"Kurosaki-san, let me introduce you two. This is my girlfriend, Orihime."

He looked at her lovingly and smiled again.

Hm, this was weird. Aizen never introduced his boyfriend to him before. Now, a girlfriend might be different, but Aizen sure was more serious in this girl than any other of his friends.

"Are you hungry?", Aizen asked while stroking her hair gently.

She shook her head, "I had dinner already, thank you. Are you hungry?"

A smirk crept through Aizen's lips, "Looking at you is enough to feed me for three days."

Urg, get a room already.

And they did just that.

"Let's not bother Kurosaki-san any longer. I'll get some snacks for us while we watch the movie." With that, he led her to his room.

Ichigo sighed. Now he regretted wishing them to get a room. He traced his fingers mindlessly around the sofa's arm. She looked so innocent. Would she be like Aizen's countless lovers, searching for a one night stand of the school's sexiest man. Ichigo knew that girls kept throwing themselves at Aizen, but he barely ever took a second glance at them. Others thought that was because he was a motivated student who cared only for his future and did not want to waste his time on trivial things like dating; and that he was a gentleman who looked for serious relationship only. On the other hand, his indifference to girls, but still utterly polite to them made him even more desirable. Ichigo was stalked many times by several girls and had to hear their begging about setting up a meeting with Aizen or being asked to give more information about the famous older man. Only a few knew Aizen's abnormal taste in sex... Maybe he got bored of it and wanted to try something new. If so, what would become of the girl? Ichigo shook his head. That was none of his business. Maybe they just watched the movie, and Aizen would take her home after that. Maybe...

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Orihime laughed at the scene. It was so hilarious. She wiped her tears away and noticed the way Aizen moved his hand up and down her bare arm; it was nice. She could feel the heat on her face as now she was aware of their proximity. She never had a boyfriend before, so she did not really know what couples usually did when they were together, but Aizen looked like he had a lot of experiences, so she just let he set the pace. Aizen was special... She never felt like this before...Maybe it was love...

He pulled her closer, and she could feel his breath linger on her neck. She could hardly steady her breath as her heart was beating like crazy against her chest and electricity ran through her spine. She relaxed in his arms and let him caress her as he pleased, then his lips were on hers and she welcomed it with her trembling lips. He gently pushed her down on the bed and deepened the kiss. As she opened her mouth and he wrestled his tongue with hers, she felt his hand on her breasts, and she flinched a little bit. He never touched her on her sensitive body part before. She heaved and tried to break the kiss.

Hurt in his eyes, he released her and turned his head to watch the movie again, "I'm sorry. I can't control myself when I am with you." However, she could feel the anger in his voice. She moved herself slightly further away him. Why would he be angry at her? She didn't do anything wrong. She was not ready for this, and that was it. If he really cared for her, he should respect her more.

Feeling the need to get some air, she stood up and left the room, murmuring "bathroom" for him to hear before she closing the door. At the hall, she saw Ichigo still sit on the couch, watching TV. His eyes met hers and she saw something like relief as he nodded his head and turned his attention back to the screen. That was weird. What should he be relieved of?

As she returned to the room and sat next to her boyfriend, she could still feel the intension in the air. Should she tell him she wanted to go home now? Aizen turned his eyes toward her with a hint of sadness, then he said in his low voice, "I'm sorry, Orihime." He put his hand on top of hers, "I always wanted you, I wanted you the first moment I set my eyes on you. I know I'm a terrible person, but I cannot help myself." He stroked her hair, "Your hair, your eyes, your smell, your smile, you haunted me even in my sleep. All I wanted was to be close to you." He then pulled his hands back, "Orihime, I want to become one with you, body and soul."

Her head was so dizzy now. She did not know what to do anymore. She could tell that he had tried to restrain himself from touching her for the past two months that they were dating, but she was scared. She had never been in a relationship before. She didn't know what to do or react, but she knew it when she wanted something or not. Ideally, she wanted to be close to a man only when she was married. Her mother was a free spirit who indulged herself in physical pleasure, and as a result, her father vented all of his pain in gamble and alcohol. Her brother took her away when he was eighteen and was able to support himself and take care of her. However, after that, he too left this world. His death insurance, a heritage from a wealthy distant relative, her part time jobs, and scholarships were what helped her to get by and be able to attend college. She could not follow her mother's footsteps and ruin her future.

He looked so sad and lonely.

She remembered the day she first met him. He looked like a lost cat, all wet and anger; so cute.

She remembered the day she first brought a genuine smile onto his face.

She remembered the day he brought a true smile on her face.

She remembered the time they walked together, holding hands, on the endless road, never wanting to part.

She remembered the their first kiss.

And more and more.

In fact all what she could remember was him.

He stood up and held her hand. "I'll take you home."

Her legs moved on their own. Her hands moved on their own. Before she realized it, her lips were on his, her arms locked around his neck. As he explored her, showering her body with love, her back was pressed against the bed, and he was on top of her. As they kissed passionately, he buried his hands in her hair, then slowly moved one hand down the back of her nape, staying for a while, then continued to move it down her arm and softly traced it up and down before breaking the kiss and looked at her, asking for permission.

She did not answer but locked her mouth with his. While she concentrated on the more spiritual part, he decided to make his move down her body. Carefully placed his hand on her breasts, he tried to cup one of her mound with his hand, but it was a little too big to fit all of it in his large hand, so he just massaged it lightly, molding it thoroughly, earning pleasant sounds from her in his mouth. Then he broke the kiss and began to trace his lips down her neck, making her gasp in surprise. His hand took her other breast and worked the same magic on it. She dug her head deep into the pillow, leaving him more access on her neck. At first, he just kissed it lightly, then he sucked on the veins that were most visible, making her mind fly over the sky. How did he know exactly what to do to make her feel like in heaven?

A dark thought struck her, and then she realized he must be a very experienced man who had perfected his technique with multiple partners.

Her heart sank. Could it be that she was just another one of his experiment? A plaything. Tears found their way to her eyes, and he stopped. "I'm sorry. Let's stop this. I'll never do this again. I rather not touch you ever again than to make you cry like this. I just want to make you happy, to make you smile. I'm sorry that I'm so selfish."

"No, I can..."

He kissed her forehead, "Let's stop. I don't want to do something that will make you regret later. I don't want you to be bounded with me unwillingly."

He cupped her face, "You are my sun, Orihime." He kissed her again then lifted her up and took her out of the room.

As they passed the half-asleep Ichigo, Orihime noticed something strange on his face. He looked...more relax...more at ease...like he was very happy about something. The movie he watched must be very good to make him feel this cheerfully. She would ask him the title so that she could watch it with Sousuke later.

A/N: You probably could see how excited I am, writing this story. The chapters will be short, ranging from 2000-4000, not over 4000.

So please let me know how you feel about this story if you have a chance. Just the same as I cannot wait to share with you this story, I cannot wait to hear what you think about it. Like always anonymous review is enable, and the review button is just below. Constructive criticism is welcome.