Hi! This is my first fic, so be gentle. However, i would really love to hear your reviews - and please, do be honest, i want to improve :)

Later chapters do get pretty sexual, so be aware of that! Also, it's yaoi.

What else do i need to say? Enjoy, i guess :D

Ichigo awoke slowly. He was groggy and dizzy, and felt… Wet. As he opened his eyes it became apparent that he was lying in what seemed to be a bath. He lay still, allowing the warm water to lap at him as he wondered what the hell was going on.

"Awake at last?" A man's voice said.

Ichigo jumped, and struggled into a sitting position. What stupid situation was he in?

"Don't worry." The man said quietly. He looked unhappy about something, and did not once look at Ichigo. There was a hollow hole in his neck, but Ichigo hardly even noticed this in his current state. "Put these on and then come outside." Ichigo stared after him as he left the room. He recognised the clothes the man was wearing, as though he'd seen them on someone else. If only he wasn't so groggy, he'd remember where that white outfit was from.

Ichigo forced himself out of the bath tub, feeling nauseous as he did. After sitting down for a while, he continued with the arduous task of dressing. The clothes that had been left for him were the same as the man's, white with black edging. The shirt did not do up and was rather short, so Ichigo's whole toned torso was exposed. He left the room, head still pumping and eyes hardly able to focus. The man was waiting outside. He peered into Ichigo's dazed eyes with concern, his brow creasing endearingly. Then, sighing, he took Ichigo's arm and began to lead him down the empty white corridors. Ichigo stared up at the huge ceiling, which seemed as far away as the sky. It was a long walk, and Ichigo's mind was unscrambling. Things were becoming sharper, and he was beginning to make sense of his thoughts. Suddenly his fear kicked in at the strange situation, which was clearly not a good one. His eyes darted to the man, panicked. It was then that he remembered the outfit. Before he had time to even think about escaping him, he was pushed gently into a room.

"Ah, there you are Starrk. You took your time. How is he?" A man's voice rang in Ichigo's eyes. He sounded amused.

"Sorry, Aizen-sama."

Aizen-sama? Ichigo stared at the long table, the only feature in the room. He felt a deathly sickness when his eyes fell upon Grimmjow, sat at the table with 11 others.

"No!" He shouted. He reached for Zangetsu, hands clutching at the air where he should be, feeling completely pathetic without him. It was hopeless. They were going to kill him.

Aizen stood up. "Welcome, Ichigo. We're so glad you've come to stay with us." He watched, a smile playing at his lips as he watched Ichigo's desperate expression.

"What is this? What are you going to do to me, you bastards!" He yelled, trying to replace his fear with anger. He knew it was futile. Without Zangetsu, he was completely at the mercy of the Espada.

Starrk sighed deeply and went to sit down at the table. Ichigo turned to try and force the door, but it was gone. He banged against the wall, driven into madness by fear of the table behind him.

"Stop that, won't cha?" A hand turned Ichigo round, so that he was nose to nose with the creepy, silver haired Gin. He stared at his slits of eyes, momentarily forgetting his fear as he wondered if Gin could actually see him through them.

"Are you feeling calmer now, Ichigo? Please, have a seat." Aizen eyes twinkled amusedly as Gin steered Ichigo to a large white chair on a sort of stage beside the table.

Ichigo had a chance to look around as he became calmer. There was no point in going mad right now. Starrk had the same unhappy expression set upon his face, his brow still creased with concern. Grimmjow was grinning at him maliciously. He noticed the two Espada that had come to the world of the living and almost killed Chad, Ulquiorra and Yammy. Tousen was seated on Aizen's right hand side. The rest he did not know. Aizen must have seen him looking at the unfamiliar faces for he said "They will introduce themselves to you later. For now I must explain to them why you are here."

He stood, smirking, and his eyes sparkling at the situation. "As you know, my Espada, this is the substitute Shinigami. He is here entirely for your pleasure. From now on, Ichi-kun," He turned to smile sweetly at Ichigo, "You are our play thing."