Tite Kubo is the awesome creator of the amazing characters used here. I'd like to thank him because he lets us use his characters for any fanworks...
Pairings: Ginjô x Ichigo, Aizen x Ichigo.
Genres: Alternative Universe, Romance, Angst
Rating: M
Warning: Yaoi, slash, violence, blood.
Deep thanks to SakaSandora who has kindly accepted to beta that story because I'm not a native English-speaking person.
Prologue: Old Memories
Ichigo watched that trial once again, he couldn't help himself. He just had to watch it every time he was around the TV screen as he still didn't believe it. He let his fingers wander over his face trying to make sure he wasn't dreaming as he watched that trial. Even though it was painful to watch, he enjoyed watching it. He knew he was making himself suffer, but he wanted that suffering.
He watched once again that scene and he noticed new details, new faces. He sighed as he saw that stupid trial running once more. He watched every gesture carefully, listened to every speech and every spoken word. He closed his eyes slightly to be sure he understood them as if they were part of his instincts.
He listened once again the prosecutor's low and dry tone and Ichigo grew to hate that man once again. He despised Yamamoto Genryûsai even more than before. That man had ordered so many people to be sent to jail without thinking of the other people's wishes and desires. That man didn't listen to the advocates at all, he sent away all these people without a second thought.
Ichigo knew Yamamoto was the best prosecutor they got, and had been for years, he was perfect for that role. He didn't let his feelings show during the trials even though he had a natural sense of justice. That man knew how to apply laws differently in trials. Ichigo tried once to challenge him in that area, Yamamoto jerked Ichigo out of his office right after and Ichigo got a new reputation as a law breaker.
In all honesty, Ichigo didn't care about his reputation, that wasn't the most important thing in life after all. He preferred his family and his friend's opinions more than anything else. Even though he didn't pay attention to his reputation, he disliked it when people wanted to start trouble with his loved ones. Everyone admired that special trait and no one dared to threaten the redhead's loved ones.
Ichigo focused on the screen and watched, again, the man who stood in front of the judge. The trial revolved around that man. He threatened lives, Ichigo frowned at that accusation. He knew there was something wrong with it. Ichigo couldn't believe Yamamoto allowed such a decision to be made. It was completely unfair, although he did understand Yamamoto's decision.
In the end, it was over. They did everything to make fall Aizen from his throne. He sighed slightly because he knew he couldn't do anything more for his former foe. Foe... He hated that word, he preferred to say friend, even in that case. He knew it was the right word. He looked at the window and only then did he see how late it was.
He watched the half-hidden moon in the sky, one he associated to that almost defeat. He hated Aizen for what he did to these people, even though he wished to understand him more. He hated compassion, that was a sign of weakness! He stood, turning off the T.V. only to remember that day.
He listened to every witness who saw Aizen in his darkest side; it was such a painful task for him. He preferred to deal with other issues, such as family issues, yet with Aizen, it was something else. Aizen was a famous CEO, he owned a good part of the country and he knew, thanks to Aizen's reputation, he would pay that back in full.
He clenched his fingers over the pillow he held and stood to wait for his lover. He knew he shouldn't make him wait any longer. Ichigo smiled, he had gotten the immense fortune to meet someone such as him. That person helped him to build himself up and he helped Ichigo to feel better after Aizen's case. That case was hard to bear and he was glad it was over for everyone – and for him.
He closed his eyes and tried to think of something else – something happy. He thought a lot about his encounter with his lover, such a pleasant memory! He laughed softly when he remembered his surprise to see someone like that in town; he should go to those other areas more often. He had to meet some drug dealer to get information about another case when he had met his lover instead.
His lover helped him out a lot in regards to looking for the information he needed and Ichigo smiled when he remembered the night when his lover saved him from death. For once he could rest on a kind shoulder. He let minutes pass in order to be able to appreciate the pleasure of patience, because he knew patience was needed to appreciate fully some presents.
He almost jumped when he heard someone crack the door open. He breathed out a sigh, allowing the slight tension running through his body to leave. He didn't need to turn around to know who was behind him; his lover was always here at this time. He didn't like to be late even though his job was quite exhausting. Ichigo felt his lover's breathe on his shoulder and felt soft kisses over his neck.
Ichigo turned to feel his lover's strong chest and allowed himself to be embraced by him.
-Nice to see you again Ginjô, I've missed you.
Ginjô smiled softly and he stepped back just to watch Ichigo's face. He didn't show any sign of pain or regrets… good. For once he was able to face what happened two years ago. He smiled softly and kissed Ichigo once again, his lips were so soft and Ginjô enjoyed kissing them. He pulled Ichigo closer to himself to appreciate his presence fully; he needed him just as much as Ichigo needed to feel Ginjô's presence.
They cared a lot for each other even though Ichigo needed more than pity; he was a strong man after all. He allowed himself to be lead in Ginjô's arms though; he needed him to feel his incredible presence. He needed him inside of his body once again.
They started moving against each other and Ichigo felt the need to do this in a bed, yet his desire was stronger than his will power. Ginjô set Ichigo on the sofa and even though he preferred to do so in bed, it was too late. Ginjô was already on top of Ichigo so he couldn't stop what his lover had started.
He sighed when Ginjô pressed their lips together, and tried to fully and truly enjoy his presence. He savored the thought of what Ginjô will do to him very soon; he enjoyed the sex, especially with him. No one could say no to this. Ginjô removed all of Ichigo's clothes and he put himself on his lover's body, he bit his lover's neck slightly and the other man groaned at his pressure on his skin.
He let the man lead in their romp time as he felt shameless fingers entering his hot body. He closed his eyes and savored all the sensations Ginjô sent him from inside his body. He gasped softly when Ginjô used something else to penetrate his thin body. Ginjô thrust several times into the small hole, more and more, and then Ichigo came. He fell on the small couch with pleasure.
-Already tired I see, Ginjô said slyly. You are a poor lover in bed.
Ichigo looked at his lover with fake anger...
-You are such a rough guy in bed...
Ginjô smiled and laughed softly.
-You need some training... in bed.
Ichigo rolled his eyes with a fake displeasure.
-You're a rough coach, love.
Ginjô pressed his lips on his lover's torso with an evil grin.
-Of course, I am.
He started licking his lover's nipples to lead his hot tongue inside his lover's belly. Said loved one groaned once again even though he was tired because of their previous session. Ginjô looked at him with a slick smile, Ichigo indeed needed some training. He laughed over his lover's skin and said loved one moaned.
-Ginjô, I work tomorrow.
The strong and well-built man watched Ichigo casually. He would pay for that sentence.
-Well, I'm sure you may be enduring in bed
Ichigo looked at Ginjô with fake fear and tried to escape the other man's embrace. He fell on the floor where Ginjô swiftly caught him. He did not lose any single moment of their exchange.
-What will you do... coach?
Ginjô took a look at the youngster on the floor who watched him with fake fear and he could guess at the strong desire ruling Ichigo's whole body.
-You'll see, love.
They had sex once more. Then Ichigo came once again and he fell asleep on the floor. Ginjô grabbed their clothes and lifting Ichigo's body up bridal style, looked down to see his face. He frowned slightly when he saw shadows under Ichigo's eyes. He closed his own eyes; he could see that Ichigo had watched that bloody trial again. Obviously He couldn't help himself. Ginjô swore he would burn that DVD very soon.
-You will become mad one day; I seriously think you will, do you know that?
He put Ichigo in their bed and he laid himself close to him, to be sure he wouldn't feel alone tonight. Ichigo thought of that trial far too much for his own sake. He clenched his fists with anger and fear; he would lose his Ichigo one of these days. A sudden thought came to him, should he tell someone close to Ichigo what had happened to him? He didn't know what to do at all and needed time to make sure his decision was the right one.
He let an arm fall over his eyes in order to sleep in a better way. Night was a nice time to think of some severe issues. He could feel Ichigo's thin body trying to know where his lover's was. Ginjô put an arm around Ichigo to make sure he knew he wasn't alone and God knew he needed the company. Ichigo had felt alone since a long time ago.
Ginjô wanted to be sure Ichigo was safe...
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