A.N.: This is a request by WhoFeedYasuo.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
Warning: Lemon!
Chapter Two
Days Later….
Karakura High School
Ichigo packed his bags and sighed, knowing his life had become much more complicated. He'd saved Rukia from her execution but now he was in the middle of a bigger mess. Now he had to deal with the rogue Souske Aizen, her two traitorous accomplices and the Hollows now allied with her.
And that kiss….
A shiver ran down Ichigo's spine as he remembered his "battle" on top of the Sokyoku Hill. He'd been given no end of grief by Renji and Rukia who'd witnessed what'd happened. Neither of them had any clue as to why Aizen did what she did, especially with how brutal she was with Renji, Momo, Toshiro and everyone else.
"So, Ichigo," Rukia teased that night as they rested at Rukia's home. "How was it? Did she give you tongue?"
"Dammit, Rukia!" Ichigo blushed as he sat on his cushion. The others looked at Ichigo as he stammered. "This isn't funny! She didn't kiss me!"
"Really?" Rukia teased. "That wasn't what I saw…." She knew that they'd all been through a traumatic time but now that things had calmed down she figured she could poke fun at Ichigo.
"I'm serious!" Ichigo shouted. "She didn't just kiss me, Rukia. She sucked out all of my spirit energy. She completely sucked me dry!"
"Sucked you dry, eh?"
"DAMMIT, RUKIA!"
"Dammit, Rukia…" Ichigo mumbled under his breath as he put his bag over his shoulder. "What the hell am I doing? Getting worked up over a kiss…."
"Someone kissed you, Ichigo?"
Ichigo whirled around in horror to see a grinning Tatsuki. "Tatsuki!"
"So what's this I hear about a kiss?" Tatsuki leaned forward and grinned at Ichigo's embarrassed expression, knowing she heard right. "Did you meet someone over summer break?"
"No!" Ichigo backed up and shook his head. "It's not what you think! I…uh…" he realized that there was no way he could possibly explain what'd happened to Tatsuki, who knew nothing about his secret life as a Soul Reaper. "Well…" he scratched the back of his head and sighed. "A woman…might…have kissed me."
Tatsuki's grin widened. She'd never seen Ichigo this flustered before and if she were being honestshe was enjoying this side of Ichigo which she'd rarely seen. "So was she hot?"
Ichigo's blush intensified when his mind raced backwards, remembering that final moment with Aizen right before she escaped to Hueco Mundo; her long hair billowing in the wind and her soft brown eyes staring back at Ichigo before winking at him, her lips forming a seductive smile at the boy before turning to leave.
Seeing Ichigo's face turn redder told Tatsuki all she needed to know. "Are we going to meet her?" she wondered. She wanted to meet the woman who had Ichigo in such a mess.
"No!" Ichigo adamantly said. "I'm not seeing her ever again!"
Tatsuki blinked. "So you kissed her but you don't plan on seeing her again? That's cold, Ichigo," she chastised.
"She kissed me!"
Everyone still left in the class turned and looked at Ichigo in shock. Embarrased beyond words, Ichigo looked at the floor and quietly walked out of the classroom. Tatsuki couldn't stop laughing all the way home….
That Evening….
Kurosaki House; Ichigo's Room 9:45 PM
Ichigo tucked himself into bed, tired from today. He'd barely said a word since he'd gotten back, telling his sister he wasn't hungry. His dad asked him if he was okay, leading to a very awkward conversation.
"What's the matter, Ichigo?" Isshin inquired when he knocked on his son's door. "You're not one to skip out on Yuzu's cooking."
"I'm fine, Dad," Ichigo said, waving his father away with a hand while he sat at his desk and did his homework. "I've just had a long day."
"Girl troubles?" Isshin guessed. He'd only been joking but when Ichigo stiffened up and his face went red (again), he knew he hit it right on the head. "So you've finally shown interest in women, eh?"
Ichigo banged his head against the desk and groaned in frustration. "Dad…I'm not having girl problems. I just had…an awkward moment." He'd hoped his father would take the hint and drop the subject but when he turned around he saw that Isshin was gone. Poking his head out of his room, he facepalmed at the sight of Isshin pining over his mother's poster.
"Oh Masaki! Our boy has finally fallen for a woman! Oh what happy days!"
Ichigo growled in frustration and slammed the door shut….
Kon was sound asleep in the closet, his punishment for poking fun at Ichigo as well when he'd overheard Isshin's loud ranting. Ichigo rolled onto his side and tried to put today out of his mind. "I'm not attracted to her," he mumbled as he closed his eyes. "She tried to kill Rukia and Renji. She's my enemy." As he drifted off into dreamland, his thoughts once again turned to Aizen's kiss and he sighed before falling into the black void, feeling her lips upon his….
Ichigo stood at the wedding altar, wearing his best suit as he waited for his bride-to-be. His father stood behind him as his best man and he saw Uryu, Chad, Keigo and Renji as the groomsmen. He looked to his right and saw Orihime, Rukia, Tatsuki and Yoruichi as the bridesmaids. Ichigo couldn't help but smile when he saw Yuzu as the flower girl, the younger sister absolutely giddy with anticipation for her brother's wedding day.
The doors to the church opened up and music began to play. Ichigo suddenly felt nervous when he saw Byakuya Kuchiki in a suit of his own escorting a woman in a beautiful, white wedding dress. Ichigo couldn't see her face due to the wedding veil, which added to his confusion. He looked over at the guests and the bridesmaids and frowned. All of his female friends were either bridesmaids or in the crowd. Even Kukkaku, Soi-Fon and Unohana were among the guests.
So as Byauya led the bride to the altar, Ichigo had one huge question: Who the hell was he marrying?
"Let us begin," the preacher began. "Ichigo, do you take this woman to be your lawfully-wedded bride?"
Ichigo didn't know what to say. He didn't know who he was marrying so how could he say yes? But everyone was expecting him to say the words so he knew he had to do it. "I…do…."
The preacher nodded and turned to the woman in white. "And do you take Ichigo to be your lawfully-wedded husband?"
Without hestitation, the woman nodded, her face still a mystery to Ichigo. "I do." She took hold of Ichigo's hands and squeezed them. "I take Ichigo to be my husband." At the woman's words Ichigo became pale.
He knew that voice.
Ichigo started to shake with fear while the preacher concluded the ceremony. "Very well then, by the powers vested in me, I hereby pronounce you as man and wife. Ichigo," the old man turned to the shaking young man. "You may kiss the bride."
His hands trembling, Ichigo grabbed the veil and slowly began to lift it. His eyes widened in horror when he saw the face behind the veil: the villainess, Souske Aizen. "You!" he gasped in horror.
The woman smiled wickedly while reaching for Ichigo. "Come now, Ichigo. I kissed you, remember?" she said while cupping Ichigo's face. "I think it's time you returned the favor…."
"I…no…I don't-"
Aizen silenced the stammering Ichigo by pressing her lips agasint Ichigo's, making them man and wife. Ichigo stiffened as the woman slid her tongue into his mouth, enticing his own. Against his own better judgement he put his hands on her waist. He couldn't deny it: it DID feel good. But as they continued to kiss he heard the woman chuckle wickedly.
As the crowd cheered Ichigo suddenly felt that familiar loss of strength and tried to break free. Aizen's kept a tight grip on Ichigo's shoulders and steadily absorbed all of Ichigo's energy like a vampire draining her victim of blood. When she finally ended the kiss, Ichigo was on the verge of collapsing. "Are you ready, Ichigo?"
"Re-Ready?" he gasped, his legs feeling like jelly.
"For our wedding night," she whispered. "We are married after all," the brunette said seductively into his ear, "and don't married couples consummate their marriage?" Smiling at Ichigo's shocked expression, Aizen let go of Ichigo, letting him fall to the ground.
But when Ichigo landed, he didn't feel the hard wooden floor but instead felt the softness of a bed embrace him. Looking around, he saw that he was no longer in the church; his friends and family vanished like ghosts. Instead he saw he was lying on a lavishly large bed covered in scarlet sheets. And that wasn't the only thing he noticed….
Blood rushed to his face when he saw that he was no longer wearing his suit. In fact, he wasn't wearing ANY clothes. Lying on the bed in his birthday suit, Ichigo sat up and looked around. As a soft hand touched his shoulder, he turned his head to see the smiling face of his new bride, Aizen.
"Well, Ichigo," she whispered, still in her wedding dress. Running her hand across his chest, she breathed onto his neck, making his breath hitch and the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, "Shall we pick up where we left off?"
Ichigo shook her hand off and covered himself with a pillow. He glared at the woman who'd tried to kill his friends. "No!" He finally said, working up his nerve. "You're not my wife! You're my enemy! Don't think I haven't forgotten what you've done!" He looked for a way out but saw no doors or windows. He was completely trapped in the room with the villainess.
"What of it?" Aizen bluntly said, reaching behind her to undo the zipper to her wedding dress. "I may be your enemy. But…" she smiled at the blushing Ichigo as she seductively pulled down her dress, revealing her ample chest to him. "Who says you can't go to bed with your enemy?" Standing up, she pulled down her dress and stepped out of it, wearing nothing but white panties.
The maddening fury of Ichigo's heartbeat filled his eardrums as the woman neared him, her eyes sizing him up like prey. She crawled over Ichigo, dragging her breasts across his chest, taking delight in his hitched breath. Tracing his lips with a slender finger, Aizen breathed into his ear. "Well, Ichigo," she whispered, "shouldn't you kiss your bride?"
Ichigo couldn't think. His mind couldn't handle all of this at once. The softness of her skin agasint his. The smell of her perfume wafting in the air. The heat of her breath on his face. The gentle and firm pressure of her breasts. "Ai…zen…." As he looked into his enemy's eyes, he couldn't fight it anymore. Wrapping his arms around her, he pressed his lips agasint hers.
The two rolled around on the bed as Aizen led Ichigo into temptation. Aizen ran her hands through his hair, dragging her nails across his scalp and making him moan into her lips. Finding himself on top of her, Ichigo began to explore every inch of her body, losing himself to his teen urges. Aizen's sighs made Ichigo want her more, kissing her neck while his hands slid up her thighs. The woman beneath him started to rub her body agasint his, feeling his hardening cock rub across her stomach.
Sitting up, Ichigo gulped as he stared down at the beautiful woman beneath him. Aizen followed his gaze to her white panties and she traced the wet spot on them with a finger, teasing the boy further. "Go ahead, Ichigo," the brunette whispered seductively. "Take them off."
Gripping the white pair of underwear, Ichigo pulled them off her long, slender legs. Aizen grinned as she joined Ichigo in nudity. Tossing the useless pair of panties away, Ichigo laid down on top of Aizen again, the woman reaching down to grasp Ichigo's hard cock. Spreading her legs, she ran her nails down his back while nibbling on his ear. "I want you, Ichigo," she whispered. "Do you want me?"
"Yes," Ichigo answered without shame. He couldn't care less if she was his enemy right now. He had her beneath him and he knew what he wanted. "I want to put it in."
"Don't hold back," she whispered. Ichigo gripped his cock and pressed the head against the pink folds, feeling how wet she was. He gasped as he pushed into her womanhood, becoming one with his enemy.
"Yessss…" Aizen hissed as Ichigo entered her. "You're bigger than I imagined, Ichigo." She pulled Ichigo into another kiss as he pushed into her, bottoming out her pussy. Wrapping her arms and legs around him, she smiled up at Ichigo. "How does it feel?"
"So tight," Ichigo gasped, feeling every inch of her womanhood wrap around his cock. "It feels so good."
"Really?" Aizen flashed a dirty grin at Ichigo. "What about if I do…this?"
Aizen's walls suddenly tightened around Ichigo's cock, making the young and inexperienced boy throw his head back and gasp in pleasure. "Fuck, that feels good!" he couldn't help but moan. He slowly pulled out of Aizen, enjoying how the woman's face twisted with pleasure while her pussy tried to suck him back in. Both Soul Reapers moaned as Ichigo pushed back in, Ichigo's moan soft and Aizen's loud.
Ichigo went slow, wanting to feel every inch of Aizen's womanhood while his hands cupped her breasts. He couldn't believe how soft yet firm they were, having never touched a woman's bosom before. He absentmindedly wondered if Orihime and Yoruichi were as soft as Aizen.
Aizen dragged her nails across his back, adding to the scratches she already gave him. "Faster," she whispered, continuing to squeeze Ichigo with her muscles. "Harder, Ichigo." She pulled him close and smiled. "Fuck me."
The bed shook as Ichigo willingly obliged. His hips smacked agasint Aizen's as he started to thrust harder and faster, sweat dripping down his back as the tension inside him grew. Every moan that escaped the woman's lips threatened to make him spill over, every time he slid inside her he risked losing himself. Her hands continued to touch him in all the right places, lighting a fire he never knew he had. 'I want her,' he couldn't help but think. 'I don't care if she's my enemy anymore. I want her so badly.'
Aizen quivered as Ichigo sped up, his hips slapping against hers so hard that the sound echoed throughout the room. It was music to her ears. "Yes!" she moaned with each slide into her womanhood. "Ohhhh! You're so big, Ichigo!" She could feel Ichigo bottom out her pussy and she loved it. "Oh! Yes! Yes!" she cried out, her heels digging into Ichigo's back. Her breasts pushed against his chest, making heat bloom in Ichigo's chest as her hard, pink nipples rubbed into his skin.
The young man groaned when he felt his sac tighten, his cock trying to piston its way through Aizen like a drill. Holding on to the woman for dear life, Ichigo felt a burning rush build inside him. "I'm gonna blow!" he grunted.
Grapsing his shoulders, Aizen smiled at how Ichigo's face strained from his waning resistance. "Go on, Ichigo," she said, smiling seductively. "Cum inside me."
The sight of Aizen begging for him to cum inside her was too much for the fifteen-year old to withstand. Crashing his lips against hers, Ichigo blew his load with a loud moan. Aizen followed suit from the feeling of hot cum splashing inside her, her walls keeping Ichigo inside her with a hot, wet vice.
Still balls deep inside the villainess, Ichigo eagerly melded his tongue with hers, lost in his own teenage lust. When he finally broke the kiss, he and Aizen looked at each other "Aizen…I…."
"Ichigo!"
The orange-haired substitute sat up in bed, his face covered in sweat. He looked around and realized he was no longer in the huge bed with scarlet sheets but was in his own bedroom.
"Ichigo!" his sister called down from the kitchen. "Breakfast is ready!"
Wiping his sweaty brow, Ichigo took a deep breath. "That…was…wow…" he breathed, unable to comprehend how he could have so vivid a dream. Then he looked down at his sheets….
"Oh dammit!" Ichigo facepalmed when he saw he had a sticky surprise. "Yuzu's never gonna let me live this down!"
Had Ichigo been more attentive, he would have noticed the small distortion in the air next to his bed that quickly sealed itself up….