A/N: Peek a boo! Okay so, I decided (for no apparent reason) to write a story different from my usual love-love comedies. It took me three days to think of a name for this story, three whole fucking days (pardon my language)! Anyways, hope you'll enjoy it :D

Disclaimer: Oh how it annoys me to write these... I mean the name fan fiction basically says it all... Oh, well: I do not own Bleach!

Warning: Bad, very bad language or not, some not good activities, it's a dark fiction compared to my usual stories... I think that's enough of scaring innocent people.


Ichigo's POV

We screwed up. Our rescue Inoue plan was completely foiled. Now all of my friends are in his prison and the bastard himself is right before my eyes, looking at me mockingly.

I clench my hands around Zangetsu and attack. He effortlessly stops my futile attempt to destroy him. I try to move back, but he holds my sword by it's blade strongly and it takes quite the effort to finally distance myself from him.

Aizen turns to me, still wearing his 'I'm superior to you' grin on his face. He suddenly moves so quickly that I fail to react in time and he manages to hit Zangetsu out of my hands, into the other side of the room.

Shit.

I need to get pass him and get Zangetsu back.

Easier said than done…

Before I knew it, the bastard has me tackled to the wall, my arms over my head, sealing half of my mobility options.

I tried to struggle my way out of this position… Unfortunately, it didn't work. The grip on my wrists was too damn strong and I couldn't move an inch.

"Well then, Kurosaki Ichigo, why don't we make a deal?" Aizen suggested in a sweet poisonous voice "I'll let all of your friend go if you become mine."

"Never, you sick bastard!" I refused immediately, none of the deals this mad man ever suggests are good. There's no guarantee that he'd keep his word even if I did agree.

"You don't seem to understand you position," He chuckled darkly "I could just take you in front of your precious friends."

"Bastard!" I glared at him. Did he just seriously say that?! Did he just say that he's going to rape me in front of everyone?!

Aizen's POV

He shot me that look of hate and pure fury. Of course I didn't plan on taking him in front of his friends though, the idea was alluring. Just imagine the blow it would make on him.

I want him.

I have this uncontrollable desire to make him tremble beneath me. Honestly, just the thought of him crying from my touch turns me on.

I tighten my grip on his wrists and turn to the exit, making sure he's forced to follow.

"Hey, where you taking me?!" He asks angrily. What a typical question. I didn't bother to answer. Instead, I shunpod to my room, dragging him along.

I shoved him on the bed.

"W-what are you doing?!" Yet another pointless question escapes his pretty mouth. I looked into his eyes, they were filled with hate, anger, confusion and a small flicker of fear he tried to hide desperately.

I chuckled and put one of my hands on his chest. His heart was beating heavily.

"Do you know what I'm about to do?" I asked just to see what expression he'll make. He glared at me, clearly fighting the distressed expression creeping on his face. Even in the situation where he's about to be made into his greatest enemy's belonging, he still had that defying look in his eyes. It was wonderful.

I moved my hand onto his torso and then slowly slid it over his left thigh. The boy tried to cross his legs when he caught on to what I was planning on doing, but I put my leg in between his. Then he tried struggling to no avail again.

I used my spiritual pressure to destroy his clothes. The death glare I got for this action was simply priceless.

I spread his legs wider and pressed my already hard member at his entrance. He gasped sharply when I pushed inside him. I'm certain it hurts hellishly without the basic preparations. However, I couldn't care less. I never intended for him to enjoy this; all I want is for him to cry, tremble and shiver beneath me, for him to succumb to me.

I thrusted in and out of him with a lot of force, quickening my pace each time, I carefully observed his reactions.

At first, he tried biting his lip, clenching his hands tightly to refrain from making a sound. That didn't last long. He couldn't bare the sensations I made him feel any longer and unaware of himself, he let a moan escape.

A dark red shade covered his nose and cheeks.

After that, he failed to muff even more of the sounds he was forced to emit.

I noticed he was nearing his release. We can't have that happening so soon and easily, now can we? I want him to beg for it. I grabbed his pulsing member and smiled darkly.

"You can't" I indicated my intentions with a simple sentence. His eyes widened a little and then I had another idea.

Without bothering to pull out, I flipped him on his stomach.

"Ah!" He cried out and clenched the sheets as I started slamming into him again.

I could feel his muscles tensing, trying to release the strain from his pulsing erection, but I didn't let him.

"Beg for it." I demanded and he shook his head, allowing me to understand he has no intention of doing so.

It's fine though. It's way more fun to see him crushing his pride when he throughoutly refused, thinking he'll manage somehow. I couldn't help but smile at this thought.

"P-Please…" He mumbled in a weak voice.

"What was that?" I knew exactly what he meant, but I wanted to shatter him more.

"B-Bastard" He hissed out "You…know…"

"I'm afraid, I don't" It was amusing to tease him. His knuckles were snow white from the frustration of having to say something like this.

"Please… let me… c-cum…" He whispered meekly.

"Who are you asking that from?" I just couldn't resist trampling over his pride more.

"A fucking bastard…" He managed to spat out in a venomous voice.

I squeezed his member tightly.

"AH!" He yelled, cursed and corrected himself "A-Aizen-sama…"

I released my hand from his erection and he came mere moments latter. I thrusted into him a few more times and climaxed inside him.

After I pulled out – he collapsed.

"I…I h-hate…y-you…" He managed to mumble before losing consciousness.

I smiled.

I don't think I'm going to get bored with him any time soon.

~Quite a few hours latter~

Ichigo's POV

When I opened my eyes I saw white.

It took me quite a while to recall what had happened.

The bastard actually raped me!

I decided to sit up. A sharp pain ran from my bottom trough my entire spine. Damn it hurts!

I chose to ignore it.

I looked around this sickeningly white room. There were some clothes on the bed and a note:

The door to your right leads to the shower.

Something cracked inside me. I shred the note to pieces and wobble to the shower.

The lukewarm water felt nice on my aching body. It helped calm my throbbing muscles. I felt something leak down my thighs so; I put my hand on it and looked at what it was.

A white liquid mixed with blood.

I figured the blood was mine so, the other substance was his. I hit my fist on the wall. Disgusting. I felt completely trampled over.

I turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. Dried myself with a towel and wrapped it around my waist.

I went back into that cursed room.

The clothes I was left to change into were white. Jeez, what a surprise…

I put them on.

The bottom was no different from my shinigami outfit, except that it was white. The top however, was a little bit more open than necessary.

Someone knocked on the door.

I didn't bother to respond, after all, this wasn't my room.

The door slowly opened. It was Ulquiorra, one of the people I wanted to see the least.

"Come, Aizen-sama requests your presence." He commanded in a monotone voice.

I didn't move an inch. Why should I go meet Aizen or follow his wishes?

"I have no intention of seeing that mother fucking bastard." I said with despise.

"You don't have a choice here." Ulquiorra grabbed my arm and started dragging me along.

"Let go!" I tried to force him to release me. Unfortunately, I was still drained and aching all over from the little rape activity I had earlier today.

It didn't take long 'till we reached the huge room where Aizen was waiting. To my horror, it was their meeting room… All of the espada were sitting around a massive white table in the center and that bastard was sitting on his throne with Gin and Tousen by his sides.

Wait; are those chains that Gin is holding?

Why would he need something like that?

It didn't take long for me to find out…

I was dragged in front of Aizen and put on my knees. Gin then put those shackles on my neck and both of my wrists.

I felt my spiritual pressure draining. Not only were those chains heavy as fuck, they also sealed of my spiritual pressure! Just great…

"Now we can go and meet your friends." Aizen stated.

"Why?" I asked, not exactly knowing what I hoped to get an explanation for.

"I believe you'd want to say your goodbyes." The bastard chose the most obvious answer, took one of the chain ends in his hand and dragged me to the prison cell my friends were locked in.

"Ichigo!" Rukia shouted, relieved I'm still alive, but then saw the state I was in "What happened?"

I couldn't tell her… I couldn't tell them I was raped and had my powers sealed by Aizen.

"We understand," Renji gave me a sign they won't force me to talk about it "Why'd he brought you here?" Instead my redhead friend asked the question that's been bothering me as well.

"I have no idea." I answered honestly.

"I brought him here to let you know of his fate from now on." Aizen said darkly "And to let you all say your goodbyes."

"What do you mean?" I tried to shake the bad feeling I was having off.

"I'm notifying your precious friends that from today onwards you are my personal slave." He looked me in the eyes while saying this in a cold voice.

I froze, horrified.

I couldn't even hear the angry shouts of my friends, yelling what bullshit he's spouting.

Unlike them – I understood.

I understood what's waiting for me. The slavery Aizen has mentioned will most certainly include horrific nights and moments like the one I experienced today.

I looked at him and saw a devious smirk that confirmed my fears and everything went black.

This is the first time I passed out from shock and horror since my mother's death…


A/N: I don't know what to do?! Should I make this into an one-shot or should I continue it?! Aghhhh, I can't decide! This fic (if I continue it) will definitely draw out my inner sadist and that is not good, because I'm trying to suppress it. Nah, who am I kidding? I'm giving in to my ruined dark personality more and more lately. I should star to seriously worry about this... Pfff! Not. It's more fun at the dark side! Join it, you'll see. But seriously, should I continue this... Meh, I'll try to decide in a week or so. Bye