Until After
By Spunky0ne
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When evil and purity meet, three promises are exchanged, but what will be the outcome? Can Tetsuya's pure heart calm the fires of a wronged man's wicked rage? Can innocence lost finally be restored if the doors to love are opened?...yaoi, mpreg, some non-graphic light BDSM…Aizen/Tetsuya ficlet
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Chapter 1: Flower Beneath the Falls
(Before Aizen's betrayal)
If there was one thing that was certain, it was that no one in the entirety of the Seireitei, save three men, knew the true contents of the heart of Captain Sosuke Aizen. To his comrades and to his subordinates, he was a gentle and quiet man of science, a well educated man who seemed fascinated with beautiful gardens, the art of calligraphy, and the minds and motives of the people around him. Although a few of his peers questioned how a gentle man could keep such perfect order, all of them knew there was never any question that order was kept fastidiously in the fifth division.
Sosuke Aizen didn't look imposing. While tall, his glasses and warm smile seemed inviting. His voice was smooth, even soothing and his face mostly looked pleasant and untroubled, with just a few stray bits of hair underscoring the softness of his look. His dark brown eyes twinkled easily, and his chuckle was infectious. Most agreed there was nothing not to like about this man.
But only Sosuke Aizen, himself and his two captain accomplices had any idea of the evil that lurked beneath that soft, smooth surface.
Still, being in disguise, hour after hour, day in and day out, over the course of a hundred or so years will take its toll, and now and then…one is bound to show glimpses of his true colors.
Even the master illusionist, Sosuke Aizen.
The unlikely culprit who suddenly snared the concealed traitor stood naked beneath a remotely located waterfall, on the edges of the famed Kuchiki family's sprawling estate. A quiet cabin owned by Aizen stood near enough to account for his presence there, so it was, perhaps, a complete accident both arrived there that day.
Neither man could have anticipated the outcome.
Aizen's brown eyes blinked slowly as he took in the lovely sight of the young man who stood beneath the falls. Even wet, his raven black hair was an unruly tumble of silken strands that leaked rivulets of water onto his soft, pale flesh. Bright sapphire eyes peeked out from under the mess of midnight strands that framed lightly flushed cheeks, a small, shapely nose and, for a Kuchiki, unnaturally full, smiling lips. His body, while maybe a little too slender, radiated with the strength of the young man's reiatsu. Aizen wondered for a moment, if he had ever seen this man before, but one thing he was sure of, was that he had felt the young man's power, at some point…and that fact made him more curious.
He moved closer, his brown orbs glinting with interest as he watched the young man turn to face away from him. The water splashed down now onto strong, slim shoulders and a thin, but muscular back that ended in a delightfully firm, round bottom. The man's legs were submerged in the water, but Sosuke imagined that they must be just as delectable as the rest of him.
But…
What is that on the back of his right shoulder?
He stalked closer, but came to an abrupt stop as he sensed what seemed to be an extension of the man's presence, emerging from the bushes near him. But although the reiatsu felt the same, what appeared in front of him was a tall black Arabian stallion, with eyes as blue as his shinigami master's. The horse snorted and glared at him, but only for a moment before Aizen's sword was out and raised, point down, and his smiling lips invoked the hypnosis ritual.
"Please look upon my sword."
The beautiful stallion froze, staring for a moment. As Aizen's power overtook his senses, the horse huffed out a breath, blinking a few times, then he turned and disappeared back into the brush. Aizen moved towards the waterfall, focusing more closely on the strange marking he had seen on the young man's shoulder. As he closed in, he found he could read the word Itamigiri, then underneath, the name, Tetsuya.
Ah, he mused inwardly, his dark eyes becoming more predatory, this, then, is Byakuya's healer and bodyguard, his cousin, Kuchiki Tetsuya. This is why I know his power.
He stood for a few moments, considering his actions carefully.
Tetsuya's reiatsu is strong. I could take a portion of his soul to feed to the hogyoku. But, I wonder if it would be better not to do so. He could be useful as a spy.
Still considering his options, he moved closer still, so that the young man couldn't miss him when he turned again and their eyes met. But Tetsuya remained with his back turned, and as a little breath of the younger man's sweet scent brushed against Aizen's senses, a wholly different scheme entered the elder man's mind.
His heart flickering at the radiant danger of Tetsuya turning and seeing him, he quietly disrobed and entered the water slowly, using the falling water and brilliant sun as distractions to let him approach. He came to a stop directly behind Tetsuya, invoking his hypnosis this time with touch, as he wrapped his arms around the younger man from behind. Tetsuya started to stiffen, but swiftly relaxed again, settling back against the elder man's chest as Aizen studied him more closely. It was only up close like that, and with Tetsuya still and compliant, that he saw the very fine scars, the remnants of some kind of old injury, that ran along Tetsuya's neck, back shoulders and arms. Even onto his buttocks and legs.
Yes, I remember now. Tetsuya was born in the illegal noble's prison called Itamigiri. He was a prisoner from birth. These markings are from repeated whippings, probably while he was a child.
Hmm…
He breathed in Tetsuya's gentle, sweet scent as he thought.
This is not the time to tempt fate by making a person so close to Byakuya disappear. I want there to be no hint of what I am doing. No, I will not take a piece of his soul either. I would make him a spy, but I sense that his bond with Byakuya, his loyalty to his cousin is too formidable. What then, will I do with him?
"Who are you?" Tetsuya asked suddenly, "Why can't I move?"
Aizen smiled.
Oh, he is something, isn't he? He shouldn't be able to speak.
Fascinating.
"I am only holding you in place to look at you more closely," Aizen answered, using his power to mask his voice and reiatsu, "I saw the markings on your shoulder."
"Oh," Tetsuya said, deflating slightly.
Tetsuya's breath caught and a little shiver went through him as Aizen's fingertip traced along one of the fine scars.
"What are you doing?" he asked in a shaky voice, "Please stop."
"These scars," Aizen said calmly, "I can heal them, Tetsuya."
"No one can heal them," Tetsuya objected, "Everyone has tried."
Aizen's smile widened.
"I haven't tried," he said soothingly, "I am willing to heal them, but you must make me a promise. Will you do that?"
"What kind of promise?" Tetsuya asked warily, "I will not…"
"I won't ask for anything that would be displeasing to you. At least, I don't mean it to be. Tetsuya, if I can heal these scars, will you allow me to blindfold you and make love to you?"
Tetsuya stiffened.
"Let me go!" he gasped, his reiatsu rising.
"You are frightened," Aizen breathed into his ear, sending little shivers down Tetsuya's spine.
"You sneaked up on me and grabbed me!" Tetsuya exclaimed, "Did you hurt Arashi? He should have sensed you! Where is he?"
"Arashi is fine," Aizen said soothingly, his fingers caressing Tetsuya's cheek and bringing a darker flush to the fine pale skin, "I have no reason to hurt either one of you. You've made me curious. You are somewhat of a mystery, Tetsuya, and I love mysterious things. I will not hurt you or your stallion. I will do as I promised and heal these scars," he said, tracing one that ran along the back of Tetsuya's shoulder, "I can tell by the way you quiver when they are touched, the emotion that roils inside you, you want them gone, don't you?"
Tetsuya didn't answer for a moment, but drew and released tremulous breaths, considering.
"They hurt me," he said finally, "They hurt me and no one could erase it."
"Yes."
"Are you going to hurt me too?"
Aizen's lips curled into an evil smirk.
"No, I am not going to hurt you, Tetsuya."
"I know that you could if you wanted to. You overcame Arashi so easily, and I can't break the hold you have over my body. You are obviously powerful."
"I am powerful," Aizen agreed, "but I am also quite lonely. Just a little of your attention could ease my loneliness…so much that I would offer you something of equal value. It is a fair exchange, isn't it?"
"Are you from a powerful rival family?" Tetsuya asked, "You are worried about clan relations?"
"Something like that," Aizen replied, kissing Tetsuya on a damp shoulder, "So, will you give your promise if I give mine?"
Tetsuya hesitated, then swallowed hard and nodded.
"If you make them disappear, I will let you make love to me," he agreed.
"Very good," Aizen said approvingly, pressing up against Tetsuya's back.
He closed his eyes and drew in a slow breath through his nose, inhaling the younger man's pleasant scent as he mentally connected with the hogyoku he had recently created from Kisuke Urahara's notes that he had purloined from Central 46.
Hogyoku, his scars can be healed, ne? It is possible?
The little answering flicker of the hogyoku's power earned a warmer smile. Aizen touched his fingers to one of the fine lines on Tetsuya's arm, making a soft sound of triumph as it shimmered and faded.
"Wh-what is this?" Tetsuya whispered, his heart quickening, "How are you doing this?"
Tears leaked from his blue eyes as, one by one, the old markings shimmered and disappeared. As the last of the markings faded, Tetsuya dropped to his knees in the water, sobbing softly.
"I thought they would never be gone," he whispered, "Orochi said that it meant that even if I got away, I was still just a servant."
He paused and took a steadying breath.
"Is that what I am to you as well?" he asked.
"No," Aizen said, kneeling behind him and kissing the back of his neck, "you are not a servant, Tetsuya. For this encounter, you are my lover, and I am yours."
"But, I don't even know your name."
"Oh, I assure you, you do," Aizen chuckled, laying a blindfold gently over the younger man's eyes, "Relax, Tetsuya. You will not be sorry that you agreed to this. For this encounter, I want you to do exactly as I tell you. Don't be afraid, just obey."
Tetsuya managed a little nod and rested back against Aizen's chest. He startled as the elder man's fingers found his sensitive nipples.
"Relax," Aizen said firmly, "Don't be afraid. You are going to feel a little pressure on your nipples. This is not meant to be painful, just to stimulate you. Tell me if it becomes painful."
"I will."
He shivered slightly, but held still as something clamped down on one erect nipple, then the other. A little moan broke from his lips as Aizen's fingers teased the area gently. He wanted to stiffen and object as he felt one of the elder man's hand slide something into place in his nether region, but remembering the rules of their encounter, he clenched his jaw and kept silent. The elder man moved to kneel in front of him, then slid his hands down Tetsuya's slim arms, capturing his wrists and guiding them into position behind his back, before binding them with a kido spell.
"May I ask you a question?"
Aizen paused to look at Tetsuya questioningly.
"If I am not beneath you, then why are you binding me?"
"Ah," Aizen said, sounding amused, "the truth is that your beauty weakens me, Tetsuya. By binding you, I am only evening the playing field."
Tetsuya's lips smiled and a little sound of mingled surprise and amusement escaped him. He blushed brightly as Aizen moved in close, in front of him, capturing him by the chin and bringing his lips to the younger man's. Those firm, demanding lips claimed Tetsuya's hungrily, teasing the younger man into a bout of hard, biting kisses that left his own lips tingling. A hot, insistent tongue invaded his mouth, thrusting inside, then touching and tasting him everywhere, as the other man's hands roamed over his body, exploring, teasing, coaxing the younger man gradually into a heightened state of arousal.
Aizen dragged Tetsuya onto his lap, using one hand to hold his soft bottom, encouraging him to rub against the elder man, as Aizen used the fingers of his other hand to begin a slow preparation. Tetsuya flinched at the first touch, but calmed swiftly under the powerful influence of Aizen's deep, soothing voice and calming caresses. He gave no resistance, even when Aizen shifted and began his entry.
As their bodies joined, Tetsuya's lips parted in a gasp, only to be engulfed and amorously devoured by Aizen's. The elder man's hands slid down onto his hips as Aizen laid back in the water, holding and encouraging as Tetsuya straightened atop him and began to grind against him, tightening his thighs around Aizen and panting hard as their movements intensified.
So soft.
So warm.
So very lovely, it is a shame it has to end.
Tetsuya tensed and shuddered, groaning in protest as the restraining ring held him back from completion.
"S-sir, p-please!" he panted desperately.
Aizen continued his hard, fast undulations until he felt nearly as desperate for release as Tetsuya looked. He released the ring suddenly, making Tetsuya gasp and loose a howl of relief and pleasure as they surrendered together to a thunderous release. The bindings on Tetsuya's hands shattered and he hugged Aizen tightly, returning his rough, passionate kisses with equal abandon. They were still in the midst of kissing, when Aizen sent a powerful shock through Tetsuya's slender body and watched as the younger man went limp in his arms.
I wonder, should I drown him? It is dangerous to leave loose ends, but…it is also tantalizing, even rapturous to live in constant danger.
Instead, he rested in the shallows, holding Tetsuya and admiring his now unscarred body.
"Hatred is ugly," he said softly, "You wore that ugliness for many years, Tetsuya Kuchiki. But I have erased it. Don't worry, I don't expect gratitude. I won't be gentle with the ones who hurt me, and some of them are people you care about. Rest easy, then, unaware that the same hands that relieved you of their hatred, will soon end their hatred forever. I couldn't expect someone like you to understand what I am about to do…so live on and forget. Yes, forget that this ever happened."
He lifted Tetsuya out of the water and carried him to the edge, where he laid the young man down on a bed of long grass and left him naked and sleeping. He gave an admonition to the black horse to watch over Tetsuya, then slipped quietly away, content to forget the matter entirely, himself.
Tetsuya woke, hours later and sat up quickly, blinking at the dizzy feeling in his head and the odd ache between his thighs. He reached up to scratch the back of his neck, then froze, staring at his unscarred arm. He studied the rest of his body, poring over every inch, his amazement increasing as he found no sign of the markings that had been there. He searched the area around him, but found no sign anyone else had been there.
"Strange," he whispered, looking up where Arashi stood, cropping grass nearby, "Arashi, did you…see anything? Anyone?"
No master, the stallion's voice whispered in his mind, I watched you bathe and then fall asleep in the grass.
"Huh…strange," Tetsuya said again, gathering his clothes and setting them back in place, "So very odd."
Still mystified, he mounted Arashi and headed back to the main house.