Summary: There is no real summary to this story, but the basic gist is that Ichigo is captured and given to each of the Espadas for one night. First up, Aaroneiro!
Author Comments: So I had this idea of pairing Ichigo with each of the Espadas, right, but I wasn't sure whether to start from Yammy or Aaroneiro (neither are very hot, and I want to find a way to create each scene WITHOUT rape, because that's too easy and also kind of disturbing). But I figured if I started from the Ninth Espada I'll get to Grimmjow faster (yay)! And also I kind of found a way to make Aaroneiro work. Still not sure what I'm going to do about Yammy, but I'll cross that bridge when I get to it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or any of the characters (or this stuff would be real!)
Ichigo can feel the hot gaze of the hungry green eyes as they sweep over his body intimately, and he blushes so hard he feels like his face might melt off. He is, after all, quite naked. He twists his hands again, testing the light restraints binding his wrists together, but the cuffs don't give an inch no matter how hard he struggles. He supposes that he has Szayel Aporra Granz to thank for these bonds. Although they feel light, they seem to be quite sturdy and are programmed to move wherever an Espada commands. Right now, he is standing in the middle of the room with his hands cinched above his head, the cuffs floating serenely in midair. He is forced to stand, exposed, as Aaroniero Arruruerie paces in a slow circle around him and examines every inch of his body.
He doubts that this is the Ninth Espada's true form. During the few days he spent imprisoned, Ichigo had noticed a strange occurence: most of the Espada had fangirls (or fanboys, in Harribel's case). Female arrancars didn't seem to care if an Espada was murderous, cruel, or even downright insane. If the Espada were decent-looking, they had fans. The cold bastard Ulquiorra had some. Starrk had some. Grimmjow had many. Hell, even Yammy had a few. The arrancar standing before him had aqua eyes and chiseled features, which, as Ichigo had grudgingly concluded, were similar to his own. By all logical reasoning, this guy should've had just as many fans as everyone else. But he had none, which put him on the same level as the old geezer Barragan and made Ichigo both suspicious and uneasy by turns.
Ichigo tenses up when he hears Aaroniero's footsteps stop behind him. Then, without warning, a white gloved hand wraps around his waist, pulling Ichigo flush against the Espada. Ichigo can feel his face flame as his back presses against a rather prominent hardness, and to his horror, his own body starts to respond. He tries to will himself to calm down, but it's pretty much impossible; he is a teenage boy after all, and his needs have been neglected for a while now, with Inoue's kidnapping and all. And the man behind him isn't exactly unattractive, if that is indeed what he really looks like.
"Is this seriously what you look like?" Ichigo manages to ask, before he has to arch away from a white-gloved hand that is trailing dangerously up his inner thigh. The hand pauses, fingertips rubbing slow circles on his thigh.
"Not exactly." Aaroneiro murmurs from behind him. "But I must admit that there were some ideas I did not fully take into consideration when I assumed this form. You see, assuming human form seems to leave me vulnerable to certain...human needs as well..." And without warning, a gloved-hand clamps down on Ichigo's jaw, holding his head in place as the Arrancar buries his nose in Ichigo's hair and inhales hungrily. Ichigo can't hold back a groan as a hot mouth envelops his ear, tracing the ridges and teasing the lobe before moving down to ravish his sensitive neck, and as the hips behind him press insistently into his own, he can barely stop himself from thrusting into the empty air. Then just as suddenly as it started, the sensations and the presence behind him disappears. Ichigo shakes his head, trying to clear it, and suddenly finds himself being dragged through the air by his restraints before landing solidly on his back onto the Espada's bed.
Ichigo flexes his arms, trying to get his elbows beneath him so he can raise himself up, but his bonds are still holding his hands above his head and remain as immobile as if pinned to the white comforter Ichigo is lying on. Straining to sit up (he feels so damn helpless like this) he can see the smirking Espada striding towards him, pulling off his right glove as he approaches. Ichigo tries to clamp his legs shut and scramble as far up the bed as he is able, but he doesn't have much time to react before strong hands grip his thighs and force his legs wide open. The Espada stands there for a minute, smirking down at him, before his eyes fall on Ichigo's heaving chest. Slowly, deliberately, he leans down and licks a trail from Ichigo's navel to his chest before enveloping Ichigo's right nipple with his mouth. Ichigo can't hold back a shaky groan a warm tongue teases the sensitive peak, and then jerks and cries out as Aaroneiro's ungloved right hand starts to work on his other nipple, pinching and teasing with his fingers until Ichigo's nipples become so sensitive that he isn't sure he can stand further stimulation. The Arrancar is kneeling between his legs, and everytime Ichigo moves the head of his erect cock brushes oh-so-teasingly against the Espada's hard abs, and he feels like he's going to die.
"E-enough!" Ichigo pleads, trying to push the Espada off him with his knees. There is a warm heat in his abdomen, he's shaking and so ready to come, but he'll be damned if he's going to lose control in front of this Arrancar. Aaroneiro's mouth leaves his nipple, but continues to move down Ichigo's body, sucking sloppily on his stomach and tasting his skin greedily. Just as Ichigo is wondering where he's going with all this, Aaroneiro glances up, looks Ichigo straight in the eyes and then swallows his weeping cock completely into his mouth.
"Fuck!" Ichigo cries, arching off the bed. The obscene, slurping noises that the Arrancar is making makes this scene seem so wrong but at the same time, the hot heat constricting around his cock feels so fucking right. Aaroneiro seems to have no gag reflex at all, ohmygod he can feel his cock rubbing against the back of the Espada's throat. His nerves are humming, his limbs are tense and his entire body is trembling, he's not sure he can last much longer at all, and then Aaroneiro swallows and Ichigo comes so hard that the world tilts for a minute. When he's done, panting and shivering and exhausted, he's not sure where he is for a moment.
Gradually he becomes aware of the fact that his cock is still inside Aaroniero's mouth, and the Espada is still suckling away at him, moaning with pleasure. His cock is still so sensitive from his intense orgasm that Aaroneiro's attentions are both painful and pleasurable, and the overstimulation has him thrashing on the bed, panting. "Nnghh! "S-stop, please!" The Espada sucks at him for another good minute before pulling his head back reluctantly, letting Ichigo's now flaccid cock slide oh-so-slowly out of his mouth, stopping just before the head of Ichigo's member leaves his mouth. Aaroneiro swirls his tongue dirtily around the head, rubbing and tracing the slit with the tip of his tongue as Ichigo groans helplessly on the bed. Finally relinquishing Ichigo's cock, Aaroneiro licks the corner of his mouth and says in a strange, deep, breathy voice, "But I haven't had enough yet."
He gestures sharply to the right, and Ichigo's cuff's twist, forcing him to flip over onto his stomach. The Espada grabs his calves and push them higher onto the bed, forcing Ichigo's pelvis to rise into the air. Ichigo's face flames again upon realizing his position, his ass in the air and on display. Before he can voice his protest, however, he feels firm hands gripping his thighs, spreading him open, and something wet and hot prodding at his sensitive opening, making him flinch. Was that..? Did he just...? Aaroneiro smirks as he leans in for a long, slow, lick at the puckered entrance, and Ichigo finds himself breathing shallowly, mouth hanging open in equal parts disbelief and lust. The Espada laps at him sensually, tracing and pushing against his opening with his tongue. Taking a moment to smooth his hands over Ichigo's shaking thighs, Aaroneiro bends down and thrusts his tongue deep into the teenager, pushing past hot, tight rings of muscle.
Ichigo cries out as the Espada starts tongue-fucking him in earnest, his cock dripping and hard as the hot muscle pumps in and out of his body. "Ahhh!" His hips are bucking uncontrollably, his hands twisted tightly in the bedsheets. He tries to rub himself against the bed, to relieve the burning ache of his lust, but the Espada's strong hands keep his hips just high enough that his cock can't touch the bed. Instead, panting and shivering, Ichigo is forced to endure the slow tease of Aaroneiro's tongue inside him, growing hornier with every passing second but knowing, at the same time, that this foreplay isn't enough to make him come.
Aaroneiro flips him over again, before undoing his own pants. Straddling Ichigo at mid-thigh, he grabs both of their cocks in his right, bare hand and starts to move in hard, rough, strokes. He leans over the teenager, supporting his weight with his left hand. Ichigo moans uselessly, his eyes closed, rocking into the sensation. He's so close to the edge, but the Espada's hand suddenly stops moving. "Look at me." The Espada hisses, and Ichigo forces his eyes open to meet dark green ones. Aaroneiro continues to stare at him while his hand moves dirtily between them, and after a few more strokes Ichigo climaxes hard, spurting his seed all over himself, his fingers clenching at the sheets and his back arching helplessly, knowing that every expression of pleasure flashing over his face is open for the Arrancar to see. Aaroneiro continues to stroke Ichigo's twitching cock roughly, cruelly with his own until he too climaxes with a raspy groan.
Ichigo lays back exhausted on the bed as Aaroneiro runs his tongue along his stomach, lapping up the spilled semen. He continues to paint sloppy, wet patterns all over Ichigo's trembling body with his mouth, sucking at him as if he can't get enough, and Ichigo moans and wonders if it's ever going to end.
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Somewhere in Hueco Mundo, Szayel Aporra Granz glances at the clock, pushes his glasses up his nose, and strides off towards his laboratory with a wicked smile. It was his turn.
How was that? 8D
Aaroneiro's aspect of death is greed, so I tried to incorporate a bit of that into the story. Also, his release command for his sword is supposedly "Devour," but in the anime it was translated as "Swallow (him) whole!" (so he did HAHA). If you liked it, please review!