Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach in anyway but am inspired by the work created by Tite Kubo
Author's Note: Possible OOC behavior, this is AU after all, but I'll do my best to keep them in character. Thanks to al2010 for the suggestion and trust to write an AiHime plus the scenario idea. I've NEVER written Aizen before so please forgive me if I don't get his tone quite right. Again, I ask for a little leniency since this is AU.
Five Lives, Five Loves: A Series
An exploration into the idea that Orihime Inoue did indeed have five lives but instead of loving one person each time she met a different man who stole her heart. AU and just for fun. Rated M overall because most likely there will be some fun lemons to be had.
The Dangerous Man: Sosuke Aizen – Rated M for sexy time
Orihime looked in the mirror apprehensively attempting in vain to cover her ample cleavage which was currently spilling out of the severely low cut top her best friend Rangiku had made her put on. Said bombshell admonished her, "Hime! Stop tugging on it! You're going to loosen the fabric and it won't fit right!" Sighing out a slight whimper the orange haired woman complained, "But Rangiku! You know I'm not as comfortable with showing my body like this as you are! I mean, it's a lovely top but…"she trailed off unsure how to proceed without potentially hurting her friend's feelings.
Crossing her arms Rangiku huffed out, "Fine! If you're going to pout about it we'll find you something else. Here, take it off!" Orihime wasn't happy to have annoyed her friend but quickly did as she was told, Rangiku grabbing it out of her hands and throwing it unceremoniously to the floor. Rooting around her rather large but still overstuffed closet the blonde found another option. Still searching around the base of the closet Rangiku's muffled voice called out, "Hime, take off those jeans! I found the perfect ensemble and it will show off those gorgeous legs of yours!"
Blushing at the compliment and orders to strip further Orihime nonetheless complied. They were running out of time before they were due at the event and could absolutely not be late. Pulling down the skin tight material she kicked the pants to the side to join the discarded top and waited patiently for Rangiku to give her what Orihime determined had to be her final outfit. She still had to do her hair and makeup!
Turning around Rangiku produced with a flourish a bright red strapless short dress. "This will look amazing on you, no ifs, ands or buts! Put it on while I get my makeup kit then sit your sexy ass down in that chair!" Orihime blushed further but did as commanded. The dress fit her like a second skin it was so tight but at least it covered her chest save for a small amount of bust showing at the top. That much Orihime could handle, she was after all excessively well endowed so some visible bust was inevitable, particularly when borrowing Rangiku's clothing. Personally Orihime would have rather stuck with her own clothes of a simple pair of dark wash denim, white v-neck top and pink jacket. But the moment her friend had opened her door she'd scolded her for "not trying hard enough."
"You need to look sexy and sophisticated for an event like this, not like you just got out of high school Hime," she'd exclaimed tugging her bewildered friend into her room to change. Now here she was wearing a dress that made her look like a vampy vixen when she felt like anything but that. However, Rangiku had a point; if you want something different you have to do or maybe in her case be something different. A tug on her hair pulled Orihime out of her musings as Rangiku began styling her hair into loose curls that fell down her back. The final touch was a black rose hair clip to fasten her angle cut bangs to one side. Next she applied mascara, produced a smoky eye look and ended with a lighter pink lipstick.
"You have such captivating eyes Hime, we needed to make them the focal point of your face," Rangiku commented as she finished the dusting of a very, very light blush to her cheeks. She knew the girl would be blushing enough on her own throughout the night. Bending down she slipped on black strappy heels to her friend's petite feet, took her hand and stood her up in front of the full length mirror. Orihime gasped; even she had to agree she looked really good tonight!
"See? Just takes a bit more effort to really knock'em dead sweetie! Ok, I'm going to touch up my makeup and then we can go in my car," Rangiku said smacking Orihime on the butt making the girl squeak. She allowed Orihime to borrow a small black clutch containing her ID, cash, breath mints and lipstick for touch ups.
"Go ahead and keep the lipstick doll," Rangiku offered as she maneuvered her bright blue Camero out of the parking garage onto the street, "It looks better on you, besides I have a ton of makeup I haven't even used on me yet!" The bashful girl thanked her and soon they were both singing along with the radio as they made their way into the city.
Pulling up to the front of a brick and mortar building Rangiku extracted herself from the vehicle and dropped its keys into the waiting hands of a young valet who'd barely kept his jaw shut at the sight of her. The blonde was truly a bombshell in her very low cut black sequin dress, the hem hitting high above her knees. With sky high silver heels she looked amazing. Orihime giggled as she watched her friend mercilessly flirt with the poor boy. "She really is too much sometimes, but I'm so glad she's my friend!" Orihime mused. The two women walked arm in arm under a marquee advertising "Speed Dating Event – Ladies Night" into the Soul Society Lounge. Since this was the women's event they didn't have to pay a cover charge.
"Identification please, ladies," the deep baritone voice of the bouncer requested politely. Orihime looked up at his face but couldn't quite make out his eyes through the shaggy brown hair. His skin was dark and she guessed him to be of Spanish decent.
"Here you go Chad," Rangiku cooed having read his badge. When he reached forward Orihime's eyes widened as she caught a glimpse of a gun at his hip. His jacket had hidden it up until that moment. Noticing her gaze she was surprised to see him smile genially as he assured, "No need to worry." She shook her head, cheeks flaring a bit for having been caught staring which made him chuckle slightly but he said nothing more. Handing them back their ID cards he opened the door, encouraging them, "Have a good time," as both women smiled with slight nods of thanks.
"Geez, if he's anything to go by tonight should be great!" exclaimed Rangiku. Orihime found herself nodding in silent agreement. The man certainly was handsome and so polite, especially for being a bouncer! Moving further into the lounge they saw a number of men and women already milling about with drinks and appetizers in their hands. Moving to the bar Rangiku leaned forward catching the eye of the tender with little difficultly.
Sauntering over to them the blonde haired bartender drawled out, "What'll ya be havin' this evenin' ladies?" Smiling sweetly Rangiku ordered them each a mudslide both being big fans of coffee and chocolate. "Comin' right up," he advised turning back to the large assortment of bottles. A few minutes later he set down the drinks before her. As Rangiku went to retrieve money from her clutch he held up a hand, "First round's on the house darlin', keep that green to get another sexy something." He winked, earning a giggle from the fellow blonde.
"Why thank you…"Rangiku trailed off and he supplied, "Shinji." Taking the drinks in hand she repeated, "Thank you Shinji, I'm sure we'll be seeing more of you as the night goes on."
"Certainly hope so doll face," he countered lowly. Orihime was always blown away by how confidently Rangiku could flirt and tease men. Anytime she tried she either ended up stammering like an idiot or going catatonic and looking like a scared deer in headlights. She sipped her drink, blinking slightly at the heavy handedness of the alcohol. Either they were very generous in this place or this bartender gave a little something extra to the women he liked.
Before Rangiku had opportunity to respond to him a voice rang out, "Shinji! Stop flirting with the event patrons!" Turning their attention forward the women noticed another woman standing with her arms crossed at the top of a set of stairs. Orihime gaped at her, never having seen someone so exotic looking before. She was dark skinned with purple hair and bright yellow eyes. "She must be wearing contact lenses!" thought the orange hair, unable to stop staring as the black pant suit clad woman descended to their level.
"Sorry boss, you know I can't help myself sometimes," Shinji shrugged but did return to serving the other attendees. Throwing him a little wave Rangiku moved to stand next to Orihime just as the purple haired woman reached her.
"My apologies, he knows the rules during nights like these," she said lowly, her eyes still showing annoyance.
Rangiku shook her head, "Oh he's harmless, plus I don't mind a little attention from interesting men." Finally the woman smiled, extending her hand, "Where are my manners? My name is Yoruichi Urahara, my husband and I own the Soul Society Lounge."
Widening her eyes Orihime swallowed her sip of drink quickly as she took the proffered hand shaking it as she said, "Really? Wow, I mean, this place is great! This is our first time here. Oh my name is Orihime and this is my best friend Rangiku." Having moved to shake Rangiku's hand Yoruichi replied, "I'm glad you like it so far Orihime, hopefully you both enjoy the speed dating event, they have been a big hit so far since being launched six months ago."
From atop the stairs came a male voice, "Ladies and gentlemen, if you would please ascend to join me, we will get situated for this evening's event to begin." Looking up as she followed the two women ahead of her Orihime's eyes took in the speaker. Wearing a white and black pinstripe suit, a hat sitting low on his brow obscuring his eyes he exuded a calm confidence, a small smile playing on his lips. As their hostess reached his side his arm shot out around her waist. "That must be her husband," Orihime decided, smiling at the simple show of affection between them.
When they had neared the couple Yoruichi flagged them over saying as they approached, "Kisuke, this is Orihime and Rangiku. It's their first time visiting our little place." Smile widening slightly he took each of their hands, bowing to kiss them swiftly as he said, "Welcome ladies, if you have any questions please do not hesitate to ask either myself or my wife." Thanking them for their kindness the two women continued following the crowd of people into the room.
Before them was a floor lined with tables in two rows, ten on each side and two chairs a piece. A check in booth sat to the right side for the women and another to the left for the men. Breaking into segregated groups by gender they were greeted by hosts who took their purses and coats if they desired to leave them giving tickets for their return. Numbers were given to the men on badges and score cards and table number assignments to the women. They would remain seated as the men made their way around the circuit.
Orihime was assigned to table six while Rangiku was at table ten. The orange hair wasn't pleased at first to be so far from her friend but quickly got over it seeing as she was supposed to be focused on her dates. "Actually, I'd probably be more nervous if she were closer to me," Orihime thought. This was her chance to branch out on her own into something new and slightly scary.
Seating herself she rested her hands on the table, fingers fiddling with nervous energy as she waited for the rules to be given. Once all the women had found their places and the men were arranged in two lines of ten Kisuke walked down the center aisle between the tables speaking up, "Welcome ladies and gents to our third quarter speed dating event, ladies night. As you can see the women will remain seated at their tables while each man joins them for five minutes. Trust me those five minutes go fast so please make use of the suggested questions so you can get quality information quickly! The women have score cards to notate which men they would like to be put in contact with for further interaction at the end of the session. Give your first names only please."
There was a murmur of understanding before he continued, "A bell will sound signaling the time for men to change tables. Please make sure you move swiftly so no one is held up. Men, please make your way to your first table assignments. From there you will move in succession up through the numbers rounding back to the lower when you reach the end, does everyone understand? " Again there was a murmur of agreement.
"Great, then let the dating begin!" As the peal of the beginning bell sounded a digital clock popped up counting down the five minutes.
The first five men Orihime met were nice but no one stuck out to her. She felt bad having to make such snap judgments about people but figured she needed to get over it if she really wanted this to work. Rangiku had talked her into it a month prior, telling her she needed to get herself out there and date again. When she'd complained she didn't have time the blonde was undeterred noting the event was perfect for Orihime because she didn't have to do any of the work finding quality men or wasting time on bad dates. It was a brilliant business move on the owners' part because most often people who came to the dating events would return to become patrons of the bar and dance club downstairs.
When the sixth man of the parade of testosterone sat down Orihime felt her breath hitch; he was stunning! Fiery red hair, brighter than any shade she'd ever seen before, was tied into a low pony tail. He wore a blue button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up revealing toned forearms, well fitted dark wash denim and black boots and a white bandana wrapped around his forehead. Orihime could see tattoos trailing up his strongly corded neck around which hung a necklace that held a charm in the shape of a fanged snake head.
He gave off a laid back but powerful aura and she was attracted to him fairly quickly. Swallowing down her nervousness Orihime opened her mouth, a slight smile on her lips as she extended her hand, "Hi, I'm Orihime." He grinned back as he grasped the offered appendage, "Renji, nice to meet you."
Orihime began to get nervous again. His smile had made him look even more handsome and she was having a hard time maintaining eye contact with this intense gaze. Looking down briefly she grasped at the first question her eyes landed on, "So Renji, which was the first crush you ever had?" The moment it left her lips she wanted to pull the words back; what kind of question was that! She cursed herself for not having marked some better ones before beginning. Forcing her eyes back up she was thankful to see a bemused look on his face.
Taking a deep breath he answered, "Oh that's easy. It was on my very best friend in the whole world. She and I kind of grew up together, bouncing from foster home to foster home together. At first we were like brother and sister but as we got older I started developing feelings for her." Unable to stop herself Orihime said, "That's so cute! Did you ever tell her?"
Her follow up question diminished the light in his eyes slightly but then he shook his head as if to draw himself back out of unpleasant memories. "No, she was adopted not too long after I'd figured out what it was I was feeling. She ended up moving across the country and we lost touch. I haven't seen or spoken to her since we were fourteen."
Orihime's face fell, "Oh, I'm so sorry, I-"however he interjected, "Don't worry about it that was many, many years ago. Anyway, um," he looked down at the questions and asked a different one instead of countering the same one back to her, "Which T.V. program would you never miss?"
Orihime blushed but answered, "Honestly, I'm a sucker for Laugh Hour." Renji smiled widely, "Really? Most girls, er, women I know can't stand that show. I love it!" They spent the remaining two minutes sharing their favorite segments before the bell rang. Renji shook her hand again before moving away. Quickly she wrote down a score of seven, most definitely interested in speaking with him again if for no other reason than to talk Laugh Hour with someone who appreciated her sense of humor.
Another two men came and went, neither eliciting much response in Orihime. Her ninth suitor, however, did. He was tall with dark spiked hair and grey eyes wearing black slacks and white dress shirt. Sitting down he proffered his hand first, a smooth voice saying, "Shuuhei, nice to meet you." She shook his hand and returned the sentiments providing her name. Looking down she again picked from the suggested questions, "How do you spend your spare time, Shuuhei?"
He answered quickly, "I love to read. I'm partial to mysteries and suspense but every so often I'll dabble into science fiction. What's your favorite movie?" He hadn't looked at the question sheet, opting instead to ask a question similar but not the same to hers. This increased his score in her mind as she replied, "Ground Hog Day."
Raising his eyebrows Shuuhei asked, "Really? Why is that?" She smiled, "Well, first because Bill Murray is a comedic genius but the second is because I love the idea of being given a do over, though the excessive continuous loop would get tedious." He agreed and put in his own two cents about second chances. Before long the bell sounded and again she had another potential prospect she wanted an opportunity to get to know better.
Men numbers ten through eighteen passed in a blur, none of them really standing out to Orihime. When number nineteen sat down she felt her heart rate jump a bit. "Wow, this guy is…just wow," she thought, her mind blank of proper adjectives to described the male before her.
He'd flipped the chair around to straddle it, leaning forward easily on its back as his hand reached out for hers. Hair and eyes both bright blue with muscled arms exposed in a black tank top with black collared vest over it, green cargos and brown boots presented a striking look. Grinning in what could only be described as devilishly he rasped out in a low voice, "Grimmjow, nice to meet you." She responded quietly, "Orihime, a pleasure to meet you." Grin spreading wider he repeated "Ori..hime..nice name, suits you princess." She blushed deeply, lost in his azure eyes.
He chuckled, "Did you have a question for me princess?" Blinking she shot out quickly, "What do you do for work?" It was such a basic boring question but she couldn't think with him looking at her like that. Snorting he answered, "I'm a mechanic. Not very glamorous I know but hey, at least I'm good with my hands." He winked as he said this last and she felt her whole body heat up. This man just oozed sexual prowess and it was both exhilarating and intimidating.
"What about you? What's your job?" he asked seeing that she probably couldn't handle much deeper of a question. Orihime answered quickly, "ER nurse, second year, it's brutal."
"Nurse huh? So you're good with your hands too," he smirked. Orihime blushed at his ability to turn the mundane into sexually charged but she wasn't necessarily complaining. Continuing to speak about their professions Orihime learned the location of the garage he worked out of while she provided the name of the hospital for which she worked. When the bell sounded he stood parting with the comment, "The next time I need stitches I'll make sure to ask for you." He grinned again then moved away. Orihime felt like fanning her face and gave him a high mark; she was definitely interested in seeing him again, surprised she was drawn so heavily to such a bad boy.
However, as her last suitor took his seat across from her all other prospects faded significantly. If Grimmjow exuded sexual prowess this man relished in it but he also had a…dangerous feel to him. Deep, chocolate brown eyes smoldered into her grey ones, his tousled dark brown hair making her fingers itch with desire to run her fingers through the soft looking tresses. He wore a black pants suit with red shirt.
Still standing he leaned forward, taking her hand before kissing the top chastely as he supplied in a deep confident tone, "Sosuke, most pleased to make your acquaintance." Goosebumps erupted all over her body and she just hoped her breathing wasn't as loud as it sounded in her own ears. Taking a deep breath the overwhelmed woman exhaled, "Orihime." He smiled and if possible became even more gorgeous. Orihime didn't often think of men in terms of beauty but Sosuke…he was beautiful.
"So, Orihime, on what question shall we begin this fleeting time?" he asked softly as he sat but her mind went blank. She could see him regarding her with speculation as to why she wasn't responding but her tongue wouldn't work past saying her name. Another minute ticked by and she'd yet to ask him anything. "Come on Orihime, ask something, anything," she yelled in her brain and finally spouted out, "Do you believe in love at first sight?"
She couldn't believe she actually asked him that but his suave voice replied, "I believe sight can be deceptive, after all, are we not told there is usually more than meets the eye?" Before she could ask him to elaborate the bell sounded. Smiling again as he stood he supplied, "Unconventional as this "first date" may have been I nevertheless enjoyed your company Orihime." Then he had disappeared in the throngs of persons around him. Orihime blinked once before writing down his number as her number one request to meet again.
The women rose to turn in their score cards but even as hers barely touched the table Rangiku was already whispering to Orihime, "Holy crap, Hime, there were some fine men here! Did you find anyone you like?" She squealed at her nod asking quickly, "Ooooo, which one? I noticed you laughing with that hot red head, Renji I think it was?" Again she nodded but before she could speak Rangiku was off again, "Then again that Grimmjow was something else! Though, I know for sure my choice and in fact here he comes!" Orihime turned around to see number three, Gin, walking towards them. Personally his fox-like countenance had creeped her out despite him wearing his white suit and black shirt well.
"Hiya Ran," he said lowly, "Ready to go?" Nodding Rangiku turned back to Orihime whose eyes were wide. She whispered quickly, "Go? Where are you going? You shouldn't go anywhere with him Rangiku, you just met for five minutes!"
Rolling her eyes Rangiku patted her head, "Hime, don't worry so much. I'm a big girl; I can take care of myself. Plus, they screen these guys before they're allowed in. Have fun and don't do anything I wouldn't do! I'll text you when we get wherever we're going." Without another word she turned, took Gin's arm and exited down the stairs with him. Orihime stood motionless shocked her friend had just taken off with a perfect stranger but more so that she just left her without a way home!
"Please tell me she did not leave you stranded here?" The deep voice behind her made Orihime jump, a squeak escaping her lips and turning her eyes again met those of Sosuke. She nodded her head, swallowing to moisten her dry throat, "Um...yeah…kind of. I mean, it's ok, I can just take a cab or something."
Raising one eye brow he responded somewhat sarcastically, "How considerate of her." Stepping closer he leaned down towards her and spoke lowly, a slight smile on his face, "Forgive me for considering your misfortune as my benefit but would you concede to a second date with me, perhaps in the form of drinks and an actual conversation?"
Exceedingly glad she'd not blown her chance with this man (just because she'd picked him as her first choice didn't mean he would reciprocate a desire to see her again) she smiled back and nodded, allowing him to guide her towards the bar where they took seats at a table for two again, but this time Orihime was able to converse somewhat normally, though her nervousness remained present.
Something about Sosuke was alluring but unsettling and the longer they spoke the more she felt no matter what question she asked she wasn't getting the whole story. This thought surprised her because usually on the whole Orihime believed what people told her, some even considering her fairly gullible. However, despite this impression she was still exceedingly attracted to him. It was almost…visceral the way he affected her, more so than Grimmjow had.
Orihime had no doubt most of the answers she received from him about inconsequential subjects were truthful. He lived in a high rise deep in the city near one of his recently acquired business ventures (he had multiple apparently) and was thirty one to her twenty four. Orihime discussed her job and was surprised to find he was fairly well versed in medical jargon. When her face betrayed her surprise he'd advised, "I've spent some time in the medical field as well."
"Is there anything this guy hasn't done?"
His voice brought her out of her speculations, "May I ask what may be a rather personal question Orihime?" She nodded, trying to not focus on how much she loved the way her name sounded coming from his mouth.
"What is a gorgeous woman like you doing at a dating event like this? Surely one such as yourself must have men falling over themselves to get to know you?" His bold compliment made her blush furiously but she forced herself to answer him clearly, "Thank you, Sosuke, but I'm afraid I…I'm just not very good in the dating scene. With my work schedule it makes it difficult to have a normal social life. Plus, when I'm myself I tend to weird guys out I guess." She was mortified to have admitted such but he merely smiled at her honesty.
"So, what, tonight you decided to try to be someone else?" he asked curiously. She sighed, shaking her head, "Not really, you can change the covering but the woman inside remains the same."
Cocking his head to the side he inquired, "What do you mean by that? If it's any consolation you look lovely, more than that, you look exceptionally desirable. Is that not the impression you were working to project?" Again his forward compliments of her appearance without being lecherous heated Orihime's cheeks.
She laughed slightly as she replied, "I'm drowning in student loans so definitely cannot afford clothing like this. My friend, Rangiku, dressed me up for tonight. It's not that I don't appreciate it; I even told myself I should try to change myself a bit, try to expand my horizons. But I didn't want to create false pretenses especially with speed dating. It's all the more important to be open and honest because you have so little time to make an impression."
Chuckling Sosuke took a sip of his midori sour before saying, "That may be true, but Orihime, tonight it was up to the men to impress you, not the other way around."
Meeting his eyes and doing her best to hold their powerful gaze she boldly stated, "In that case you most certainly did." He barely responded, lips tilting upward in a confident smirk and she could feel waves of sexual attraction wafting off of him making her feel suddenly fidgety.
It had been quite some time since Orihime had been involved with anyone seriously enough to consider becoming intimate with them but the longer she stared into his deep, brown eyes the more she felt her feminine instincts responding to the rolling thunder he held at bay just below the surface of his calm demeanor.
He'd barely touched her, once on her elbow to turn her towards the bar when she'd agreed to drinks with him and once when he'd helped her get seated. She almost frowned as she considered the only confirmation she had he felt even a bit of attraction to her came from his compliments but even those had been given in an even tone, coolly; stated as facts instead of whispered in adoration. "Geez, Orihime, what do you want from the man? For him to slam you up against the wall or take you on the table in front of all these people?" she admonished herself and then blushed furiously when she realized that was exactly what she wanted!
"Orihime, are you ok?" Sosuke's voice held concern, curious why she'd become so silent with her face flushed. "Perhaps the alcohol was too much for her?" he considered but before he could voice the question she'd sprung up from the table. Completely caught off guard by her behavior, which was something to say as Sosuke Aizen was never one to be surprised, he followed her motion and rose from his own chair. It was a good thing he had too because as she took a step forward on one of the precariously high heels she was wearing the other snagged one of the table legs.
"Oh!" she exclaimed tumbling forward but the next moment she was caught, his strong arms wrapped around her back while her hands slammed against his chest. Orihime's breathing was a bit heavier, the result of both her stumble and because the man she'd spent so much time yearning to touch her actually was. Sosuke, for his part, was momentarily overwhelmed with the feel of her supple body against his firm one. It had been quite some time since a woman caused these reactions in him and he was one part intrigued and one part annoyed.
However, his greatest feeling was aroused which became evident to both of them as he stood her up more firmly but did not relinquish his hold of her, rather tightening his grip around her body, feeling her warmth and inhaling her scent. "Are you ok?" He asked surprised at how husky his voice came out.
Orihime could smell his cologne more from this proximity, a deep musk purely male in every way. Her senses were momentarily overwhelmed as she felt the thrumming of energy emitting from his person and the heat…oh the wonderful heat he radiated. His arms, his chest, every part she could feel was strong and intoxicating. Their eyes had not left one another's since he pulled her to himself and her breath hitched as he leaned forward bringing his lips to within millimeters of her own.
He breathed out, "Orihime, let me see you home." His eyes were hypnotic, his voice low and soothing and his face so trustworthy in that moment with his shield dropped. Absentmindedly Orihime found herself nodding in agreement. Without another word he released her enough to allow them both movement, but kept his hand on the small of her back guiding her through the crowd towards the exit. They'd gathered her purse prior to getting drinks so were able to head directly outside.
As they walked she heard him speaking into his cell phone, "Ulquiorra, bring the car around, we'll be making a stop prior to heading back to Las Noches." Though he'd given her his jacket and stood near to hold off the chill of the evening Orihime found herself shivering but knew it wasn't from being cold.
A moment later a long, black limousine pulled up to the front, the driver getting out once it was parked. Moving to the back door Orihime was stunned by the man's eyes: they were the greenest she had ever seen. He was also the most melancholy man she'd ever seen, not returning her smile, barely acknowledging her presence at all in fact. "I guess he's just really focused," she thought sliding over on the seat to make room for her date.
Once the door was shut and the car was in motion after she'd given Ulquiorra the address of her apartment Sosuke moved closer to her on the bench seat. Orihime's heart was thundering but she would not allow herself to move back.
Leaning down his face was close enough to hers she could feel his breath on her skin and she involuntarily parted her lips as his hands slid around her waist slowly pulling her towards himself. Sosuke's outward appearance was calm but inwardly he was positively thirsting for this woman. Normally a ferocious, almost forceful lover he surprised himself with the deliberation he was taking, but there was something about Orihime that called to him to be gentle, though he could tell once she was warmed up she'd be just as tenacious as him, she just didn't know it yet.
He almost smirked as memory recalled what her ditzy friend had told her about the men being screened. True as that was it didn't necessarily mean they were all safe. People can lie, can create what they want to be found and he was a master of manipulation, deception and false pretenses. As he maintained eye contact with Orihime what he saw almost made him laugh. He knew she wasn't intoxicated enough with alcohol to not realize what was happening; she was allowing this to happen. She had no clue that while he appeared to be just another business man he was really a crime overlord nestled in the heart of the metropolis, a seemingly benevolent benefactor when nothing could be further from the truth. He could destroy her in one of hundreds of ways should the desire possess him and yet she trusted him to hold her gently.
"Foolish girl," he thought darkly. But the longer he stared into her grey orbs he began to realize she was dangerous in her own right. He could see she inexplicably held the power to make him care. Until now women had just been a means of either entertainment or tension release; fleeting and passing through with no pretenses of romance or emotions.
Truthfully he'd attended the stupid dating event to spite a former lover who'd condescended to speak of him in terms of affection not to his approval, knowing word would reach back to her about it through mutual gossip mongering "friends". There was more than one way to skin a cat after all and she was one of the worst felines in his harem. However, as he looked at the beautiful butterfly who had fallen right into his web he determined he would not drain her dry before taking her wings to display as a trophy. He had her right where he wanted her and knew exactly how to keep her there. It just surprised him that he wanted to.
Orihime wasn't sure what was going on in Sosuke's mind but she remained silent, trying to keep her breathing regulated despite the pulsing in her veins. Finally he spoke, whispering over her skin, "Orihime, you asked me earlier if I believed in love at first sight. I didn't answer you properly for concern of being offsetting but I can't contain the truth any longer. I never believed in love, at first sight or ever, until I met you."
Her eyes widened before shutting as he closed the distance between them and kissed her. His lips were warm, molding to hers perfectly making her sigh in contentment. She felt his hand trail up from her chin into her hair. Once it had reached the back of her head he pulled increasing the pressure of their kiss, fusing their lips together. Parting his mouth he swiped hers with his hot tongue and she opened her mouth welcoming him in. He led the kiss, teasing her tongue before taking it full in his mouth and sucking. Orihime had never been kissed so thoroughly, so passionately and it made her moan loudly.
Deep in her mind she knew this couldn't be real; he hadn't meant the words he'd just spoken. But as he continued kissing her, molding her flesh and kneading her muscles she felt her will bend to his. People had always accused her of living a life too full of fancy so now she decided to get her fill of fantasy, the consequences be damned. She said she'd wanted different and it didn't get any different than what was happening right now. Despite a slight fear of the unknown and shock at her own actions she gave into her hormones allowing herself to be swept up in the sea that was Sosuke Aizen.
Wrapping his arms around her waist again he pulled her towards him as he rotated in his seat. Pushing up her dress he mounted her upon his lap, never breaking the kiss. As she settled over his hips Orihime could feel the evidence of his arousal against her and it ignited her further. Becoming bolder she ran her fingers roughly through his hair, feeling a deep rumble of approval emit from his strong chest. Pulling back he inhaled deeply before running his tongue across her throat making Orihime gasp out. Her flesh was positively vibrating in response to everything he did to her. Teeth nipped her shoulder as his hands ran up and down her body.
Orihime could feel her panties getting soaked just from his attentions to her neck and desperately wanted to feel more of him, for him to touch more of her. Wrapping his hands in her hair he pulled her head down to meet his eyes to hers. If she thought they were smoldering when she'd met him they were completely ablaze now, his lust for her very evident. Without a word he turned her in his lap so she was draped over him, her head leaned back on his shoulder.
With agonizing slowness his trailed his hands up her thighs grasping the hem of her dress which he pulled up while continuing to lavish attention to her neck. Orihime was breathing heavily, her arousal screaming for more. Once she was more exposed he moved one hand up to the band of her underwear while the other slid up her waist to cup one breast. Hitching her breath Orihime waited in anticipation for the contact she so desperately sought in her nether region.
Again with slow deliberate movements Sosuke dipped below the threshold of her panties grazing his fingers against her wet sex. Orihime groaned out, frustrated at the slow pace he'd set, and heard him chuckle at her consternation. She could tell he was enjoying torturing her.
In a raspy voice Orihime breathed out, "Please Sosuke, please." Moving his hand from her breast he clasped her neck firmly, nipping her ear before running his tongue over the rim of it and speaking in a low seductive tone, "Orihime, if we precede further you are mine, do you understand?" He punctuated his point with a quick swipe over her sensitive nub and she cried out, nodding furiously. She'd agree to anything so long as he just kept going.
"Good girl," he purred and finally she felt his fingers make contact with where she wanted them most. He rubbed her firmly, trailing circles around her most sensitive area making her writhe against his hand before inserting one, then two fingers into her dripping center. "Sosuke, oh god" she breathed out and he smiled into her flesh before opening his mouth to suckle her neck as he pleasured her.
As she moved against him his erection twitched, longing to bury itself into her hot, sweetness but he wanted her begging him for it. So with ragged breathing of his own he kept up the slow build of her passion, marking her neck with his teeth as his hands continued caressing her his second having returned from her neck to her breast, cupping, fondling and pinching through the tight fitting material of her dress.
Eventually Orihime was so wound up she thought she was going to cry from the need of release. Panting loudly she said, "Sosuke, please… I need you…"
"Ok Hime," he whispered in her ear. Pushing her up slightly he unzipped her dress, helping her to push it down to the floor of the limo. Unclasping her bra Sosuke flung it to the side as she pulled the now drenched panties from her body. Raking his eyes over her form he was exceedingly thankful he'd opted for midnight tint and sound proofing in the car. He was going to make her scream.
Orihime quickly unbuttoned his shirt, Sosuke smirking at her eagerness. Leaning up from his seat he pulled the material from his body pleased to see her appreciative look of longing at his bare chest. He was a prideful man and made sure to keep himself in top physical condition. Unbuckling his belt and pulling down his zipper he divested himself of his pants and boxers in one motion, his erection springing to attention and garnering Orihime's. He could see her eyes widen as she took in his size.
"Hime," he called making her meet her eyes to his again. He pulled her up from where she rested on her knees before him and cradled her into his lap. The vision of her in that previous position had given him great pleasure but that would wait until later, for now all he wanted to do was claim her completely as his own.
Kissing her deeply he ran his hands all over her body again, reveling in the feel of her silky skin and enjoying her returned touches, the exquisite feel of her tongue against his and the little noises that escaped her when he did something she particularly liked. Shifting again he lay her down on the bench seat, hovering over her, his cock bumping gently against her core making her moan in anticipation.
After one last deep kiss he pulled up and looked into her eyes. Growling possessively he pushed forward, his erection burying all the way to the hilt in one motion and making Orihime cry out in ecstasy, "Sosuke!" Grinning he pulled back and slammed into her again, each time the impact of his thrusts being punctuated by her cries of pleasure ranging from words of encouragement to his name. Leaning down he captured one of her pert nipples in his mouth sucking firmly as he continued to drive into her.
"Sosuke, oh god, Sosuke, yes! Yes!" Her voice called out to him over and over and he couldn't help loving the sound of his name spilling out of her mouth.
When he pulled back up to watch her face contort in rapture at his efforts he marveled to feel the more tender emotions he thought he'd buried deep inside himself begin to awaken, if slightly. He was a man with blood on his hands, ruthless in his pursuits for his own gain. A part of him knew he'd found someone who saw through his mask and yet...and yet here she was, writhing below him as he drove her pleasure higher and higher.
He was a dangerous man but he was also selfish and had no intention of giving up this woman now that he had her.
During this reflection his speed of movement within her supple body had increased, Orihime screaming out his name over and over. Covering her body more fully he sucked and bit at her neck while continuing to pound her senseless. "Oh god, oh god, oh god," she cried making him smirk to himself, "God? Yes indeed, I will become a god among men and she…she will be my goddess."
Rising again he pulled her legs up to rest her ankles against his shoulders, the penetration going even deeper in the new position. Orihime was so far gone she wasn't able to make noise anymore, that is until he reached down and stroked her. Eyes shooting open she met his gaze as the strongest orgasm she'd ever experienced in her life crashed like a tidal wave causing her to scream out, "Oh my god Sosuke!" Her crescendo helped him reach his own and his spilled forth within her, warming her from the inside out. Both of their bodies were covered in sweat as her legs collapsed down off his shoulders.
He remained in her for a moment as his hardness decreased. Leaning over her once more he brushed her wet bangs out of her eyes, the flower clip having been flung somewhere within the confines of the car. In a low, commanding voice he asked, "To whom do you belong to, Orihime Inoue?" Orihime smiled up into his face, "I belong to you Sosuke Aizen."
Author's note: Ok, so how did I do? I hope I kept enough of Aizen's underlying dangerous persona while writing him just a little bit more human since he's not shinigami in this. Hope you liked it al2010!