The Citadel.

A vast kingdom that stood at the center of eternal space and time; where the nights were always sprinkled with trillions of stars, graced by the moon which rose full and beautifully blue on most evenings. The mornings here were always bathe by a dazzling light, and the surrounding city, clean and gleaming, was as endless under the canopy of sky above it.

The twin Life Rivers flowed on either side of this magnificent setting: the Pure Sea to the right; the Dark Sea to the left. Both contained the drowning mass of souls that either entered the Gates of Hell or Heaven that weren't really too far off, or got cycled back into the dimensions so that, as new beings, they could live their share of a lifetime before they came back here.

But as for the citizens here, they lived in relative peace, without fear nor trouble as the land provided not only an excess for them but also protection, assurance...and everything their old lives had not. Smiles never left faces and were never stolen because of common grief. It was where everyone lived the joy they earned, likewise earning in a similar way a forgetfulness of where they had been before they came home. In the Citadel, passing on was celebrated as a continuance and not an end even as one finally breathes their last.

"Good morning, my Lord," the voice of his general was always a welcome note to the peaceful silence, and it echoed down the halls on either side of the great balcony where he often chose to observe his kingdom early mornings.

He was the God of this Realm. A being so powerful, he could manipulate the dimensions at whim, although he never did so without good reason.

"The Arcana?" the Lord asked without turning a head.

"Dispatched to the trouble. The realms will be purged before sunset. Unless there should be other plans you have in mind?"

The higher being stood. He cast dark chocolate brown eyes at his General who maintained his lowered head in complete and total reverence, even as the two other occupants of the room mumbled nonsensically from where they slept, shifting in each other's arms, in the vast velvet-clad bed where they lay within the large chamber of the god's personal quarters.

Aizen-sama knew the General really paid no mind as it was apparently normal in his visiting routine, that is, to see the two beauties there, and splendidly naked. Often, as he entered by means of the secret doors to meet his Lord early mornings, he sometimes catches the gods in the act of coupling.

He would quietly wait out in the balcony until they finished, merely listening to the groans and pants and all the delicious sounds the three made with a practiced control; a developed trait that bordered more on deference and knowing the act was naturally commonplace...

"As a matter of fact, I do Kaname," the god noted how the man had braided his hair in gold and royal blue, and don on the more beautiful of his robes which were entirely non-sleeved on both arms and revealed his dark, muscled shoulders. Must be Grimmjow's idea. The Zero Arcana was his General's lover, after all.

"We will need my silver for it, however," Aizen-sama faked an expression of disdain, massaging his temples as if this was all causing a headache. "...he is exhausted."

Kaname smiled. This only meant one thing then.

"We destroy the string," he stood straight now, looking into the eyes of his god who met his stare with much confirmation.

"Yes," Aizen smiled rather too evilly, far from the benevolent God of the Realm that his citizens know him to be. "Burn it, destroy it...your choice my dear friend. But keep it clean. I don't want Gin to put in much effort to clear the detritus left by such substandard dimensions."

The General knew his Lord well. He had an obsession with perfection, and his standards for beauty were as high (not to mention, as unreachable as) as the Dimensional Cylinder that stood extending its reaches into infinity in the Throne Room.

The people in the Citadel in fact were perfected so that they suited his taste. And all dimensions along with them had to be constantly re-manufactured, demolished and rebuilt into harmony. Well, except for three...but they were an entirely different story.

"Aizen-sama..."

One of the figures in the bed was reaching a hand blindly into the air, fingers clasping at nothing, something out of a habit as he dreamed of things Aizen knew well about. And the other figure who had him in his arms trembled almost close into waking, as he was always disturbed by this.

Time to tend to the flowers of his life, and his General took the cue to exit the High God's presence altogether when the other stood from his seat. Kaname had an army to command...and realms to diminish.

"As you wish, my Lord," the General bowed before turning and disappearing the same way he always came in.

Aizen took slow strides to the side of his magnificent bed, ornate, decorated and meticulously hand-chiseled by the artisans of the land, a gift when he was selected his eternal partner. It was heaped with an excess of silk, satin, velvet...all the most comfortable and expensive of fabrics, finely-woven, some entirely fragile and spilling in long, misunderstood lengths to the carpet. He also especially liked the fact that all four of the bed's posts were draped in his royal colors, his favorite colors, and that under its canopies' grandeur, there they lay...his favorites.

Ichigo, his strawberry, seemed to have lapsed back into the realm of godly slumber, once more snug in the arms of his silver beloved like a child to a parent. And Gin, as sensuously feline as ever, had his arm protectively yet loosely around him.

Both slept. Both beautiful. Both with the curves, muscles and stunningly gorgeous features that could make lesser beings shiver. Something that delighted Aizen very much.

"Wake up, my precious ones."

A hand reached down as the god settled silkily on the surface of the bed, his weight handled with no problems by the furniture. He run it appreciatively on one then the other's body, tracing the amply-named God's Lines, the marks of their godhood, and getting heartfelt, unconscious sighs from both as his palm ghosted over the exposed flesh.

Their skin felt so supple, so smooth...both of them as breakable as porcelain yet irrevocably not. Because he knew how they were both powerful, capable. And they were the contrast of each other, just like how the god wanted it.

Ichigo was a flame in his grasp, a total blazing sun in the stellar map of his existence. Gin was his cruel moon, the cold icy breeze that offered him all feeling. They were day and night, fire and ice...both beloved though he is still getting used to the presence of their strawberry. He was just recently added into their collective. Not but three earthly years had passed after he was plucked out of the human world then transported into their land to be changed. Completely.

Another hearty sigh and Ichigo shivered. Aizen teased his pet's half-sleeping crotch through the sheets, and the younger one yielded into it, unashamed. True that he could simply stare at them all day, and he had indeed done so before, but enjoying them this way was far better.

However, now he couldn't decide which body to awaken to have his rising pleasure. Because as he moved his ministrations to Gin's willing body, tweaking a nipple to see, it offered the same desirable reaction. His silver simply arched into the touch.

Perfect...Aizen licked his lips, smiling with satisfaction and lust in his eyes. His member below was humming in agreement as he cleared the enormous pillows around them to better the view.

"Wake up my dear ones...do not make me wait..." a rather impatient order.

"MmmHmmm..."

Both the figures stirred from their places on the bed, disentangling from their hold of each other, eyes slowly fluttering open to see their regal Lord already hungry...Gin was first to take note and grinned sheepishly.

"Good morning Aizen-sama..." he drawled out, stretching.

Ichigo meanwhile rubbed his eyes but only opened one, curiously peering still from within the veils of sleep. He knew the look playing on the god's face before he realized what it was.

"Oh! Good morning..."

Ichigo was finding it hard to draw in his every breath as he was attacked by the complete sensation of ownership, his body was repeatedly and powerfully pounded into by the two greater beings that braced his form from both above and below.

"This...is...too much! Ahh!"

Two cocks buried into his ass in a synchronized fashion, already a well-practiced act as both his Lords often had the tendency to dominate him the same time. At first it was too hard, too painful to be smashed by two together, and often he would find himself bruised and bleeding, stretched beyond fear. But then his body itself adjusted and became accustomed to want this kind of bed play. He wanted to be theirs entirely...totally.

"Harder...hngg! -sama!...More!"

Aizen watched from where he was lying on his back, at the two pulsating bodies on top of him. He decided he wanted to enjoy the view, and did not mind the weight - it was no problem at all - as long as he could see all their reactions.

Ichigo had his eyes clenched, mouth open as he moaned rather loudly, gripping the sheets on either side of Aizen's head, tensing then relaxing only to tense again when they hit the spot inside of him. He threw his head back.

Gin was a panting mess, as slick and sweaty as Ichigo, brows knotted in lost concentration, teeth gritting as he slammed in the same time that Aizen slammed in. Their cocks both seemed to twine within Ichigo's body, like one single organ, rubbing onto each other as their strawberry allowed accommodation for them both. All the way in.

This made Aizen push even harder into the youth, that warmth building within his stomach as he was getting nearer and nearer the edge. And in the brief moment before he plummeted into such explosive bliss, he became even more aware of the little things: of how Gin was also near his own climax; how Ichigo asked his gods to bestow him his own release (to which his silver responded by grabbing the boy's erection and pumping hard, fast); of how the beads of sweat poured anew as almost at the same time...

"Ah gods...!"

...they spilled their seeds in and onto each other.

Aizen thrust into Ichigo with such full force that it made both his strawberry and silver arch, as if he had pulled them with him. Belatedly had he realized how he's now bruised the younger one as his hands maintained their hold on Ichigo's hips. And how he had actually suffused the entire expanse of their bedroom with his thickened and very potent power.

Gin had pulled out of Ichigo first and collapsed. Then Ichigo followed suit, collapsing on the opposite side. Neither of them moved for a while, tired, and Aizen could only hear the other two's light panting, seeing in his mind eye (as his eyes had fallen shut somewhere a while ago) how each of his beauties were trying to even out their breathing.

A quiet slowly settled in as the Citadelian Three settled, the flimsy curtains of the bed having danced with their passion for some time. Aizen was once more putting a leash on his power, mindful how, if left rampant, he could easily destroy this place in one go. Or how he might end up hurting his consorts. That would be even greater shame. It had happened before though, and what a mess he'd made of them both.

For some time, he didn't want to move. He didn't have to. He fisted his hands on the sheets and relaxed. How delicious this simple rest. How completely luscious to get all his pent-up stress released...he smiled before he could stop himself.

"Aizen-sama?" He heard two distinct voices speaking as one.

The Lord of the Realm opened his eyes, staring down to see Gin and Ichigo already propped up on their elbows, looking like two sultry statues in the curtained light of their room. Naked statues of immortal stone.

He could clearly see where Ichigo was branded on his lower spine, the stain he had so cruelly imprinted there yet eventually reversed when he made the youth his prince. Gin had a different mark on the same location, but unlike Ichigo's, it was the mark of the better half, the mark of his chosen one, the stain left when the Universe approved their union.

Both of them laid flat on their stomachs, hands rested, their individually curvy asses prominently popped up. Such clean sinews, such satin-like skin. Hair like a blaze, the other, an arctic kiss. Good to sheath himself inside either. Ichigo and Gin each had a different flavor to them that drove Aizen mad every time.

You could see the skin twitching if you look hard enough. Aizen was thinking rather nonsensically, and realized that actually, the two were in level with his penis, which was still half-hard. He could also see lazy trails of semen everywhere - on his chiseled abdomen, thighs, and on both the gorgeous bodies that lay staring with still-hungry eyes at him.

This made him smile, in turn, making the two smile.

"Another round my kittens?" the relentless god volunteered the idea.

"Meow," Gin chuckled, shifting himself so that he can immediately begin to lick his lover's large dick. Ichigo growled, "More..." and proceeded to do the same from the other side.

Two hot mouths. Two entirely amazing beings as insatiable as he was. Aizen first pushed himself up to watch how the two skillfully, artfully, teasingly used their tongues on him, but then tumbled back laughing. The perks of being the master...sometimes there's really no need to put in an effort and the blessings just come.

He could feel himself hardening further with their touch, their incessant licking and pleasuring. He definitely wanted to fuck them both now. Maybe bury himself to the hilt in one then into the other, repeating it again as long as he could.

Yes, more indeed...Aizen hummed, thrusting without a care into the mouth that was first to engulf him, feeling the throat stifle a gag reflex and allowing him to ease in. Well trained. It must be Ichigo.

Blankly he found the other one of his consorts' heads, where possessively he fisted his hand through such splendidly silken locks...

It must already be afternoon in the kingdom, but the gods did not seem to want to get up just yet. After all, Ichigo was still snoozing the moments away, spent, thanks to a string of six non-stop rounds of hot, passionate and utterly mindless fucking.

Aizen was still awake, looking up at the decorated canopy ceiling of their shared bed. He and Gin held the strawberry between them, between a loose heap of velvet and silk, the latter having wound his arms around their youngest as Aizen found a way to hold them both.

Ichigo buried himself happily into the warmth of both the higher gods, admitting one time how safe he is to feel so close to them. Although Aizen could recall how the youth used to have a more horrific sentiment...that before he had accepted all this (simply because he couldn't change anything anymore), he had been scared of him and Gin. But that was already over and done. It was all 'in the past' as the old human expression went.

"Sousuke?"

The God Spear was still awake. And Aizen turned his full attention to him immediately, smiling seductively.

"Yes my love?"

His silver managed to lift Aizen's free hand and press it against his cheek. The god was amused to notice how his palm could cover that entire spot easy, and gently moved his thumb to rub his lover's semi-opened lips. The skin there felt cool, like the breeze brought about when souls flew out from the Rivers to fulfill the Cycle.

For a moment, Gin truly closed his eyes to feel this tender little touch, heaving a sigh of contentment, before he opened his usually-slit eyes slightly and asking Aizen, "Are you pleased?" in a low voice so as to not disturb Ichigo.

"Are you?" the god replied, which wasn't actually an answer, but he too wanted to confirm the same thing.

Aizen moved his hand to play lazy fingers over his silver's shoulder then arm, the soft, electric touch sending small involuntary shivers down Gin's spine. Then it was his turn to take the other's slender hand and brought it up to his mouth. He smelled of last night's scented waters, this morning's sweat and their Ichigo. Sex. And all manner of sweet things pleasing to the taste.

Smiling, Aizen slowly took Gin's middle finger between his teeth and in, sucking at it, tasting him and tasting their strawberry on him. His eyes delved into the other, seemingly asking him to give into another go.

Haven't you had enough yet? Gin quirked a suspicious brow.

Never. And he gave the digit one long lick, making his silver's breath halt. Imagine if this was 'your' cock...

"Honestly," the God Spear laughingly protested. "Ichi-chan's already sleeping."

Aizen chuckled lightly, letting go before he changed his mind and pounced on him, not really caring if the action then woke Ichigo up. That would only mean more for his greedy needs. But twining in between sheets was also a good idea for now. The cold had seeped into the velvet spreads, making their overly-sized bed more comfortable to sleep in. And it smelled hypnotically musky. Even as he pulled the covers over them, it smelled of sex...

"I'm happy. I'm pleased with how it all turned out," Gin admitted after a few minutes, casting the older god one of his more honest, real smiles, slowly feeling his body relax into near-slumber.

Aizen looked at him for a while, then carefully reached a hand just to stroke his hair this time. "Then so am I," he said, moving aside stray silver strands so that he may better see Gin as he was slowly nodding off. He was actually also nodding off...

Aizen-sama closed his eyes.

He heard a small chuckle, feeling his silver snuggle in, shifting Ichigo closer with him. Then silence, as the gods once more settled into sleep together.