Dancing Lessons Redux Chap. 3
A/N: Thanks to all of my readers and reviewers and the many people who favorited this or put it on story alert! Even though it's been a while since I updated, I'm amazed by the response. I'm very glad people are enjoying this story. In this chapter, there's some actual plot development as well as more smut. There will be no torture or non-con sex because Aizen is too awesome to stoop to something like that...
Pairings: Aizen x Ichigo.
Warnings: yaoi, lemon. Do not read if you are under 18 or do not like yaoi. You have been warned.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or Kelsey L Leigh's Dancing Lessons. All characters are 18 years or older in this story.
(Originally posted 7/7/2011.)
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Aizen watched as Szayel finished strapping Ichigo's naked body to the hospital bed. He ran his eyes over Ichigo's well-muscled body, the young, taut flesh, the fine features of his face beneath all that bright orange hair, the sweet and sulky mouth that was almost irresistible. As the pink-haired scientist moved to a bank of equipment at one side of the bed and began running through some tests, Aizen leaned in to Ichigo's full, slightly parted lips and began kissing him thoroughly. Ichigo moaned and returned the kiss sluggishly, even though he was still unconscious.
Aizen smirked as he straightened. Ichigo had responded to him during the kiss, and Aizen reached down to swirl his fingers along the youth's skin lazily. Ichigo moaned again and struggled briefly against his bonds.
"Hmm, he responds to you on an entirely visceral level, doesn't he?" Szayel had paused in his work to watch Aizen playing with his captive.
The brown-haired man's eyes were dark with pleasure. "Of course."
"Are you completely sure he'll remain under your control? You moved pretty fast with this one. What if he rebels?" Szayel quirked an eyebrow as Aizen idly traced a path with his fingers down the sides of Ichigo's torso and watched his subject's breath catch.
"He won't rebel." Aizen met Szayel's eyes over the bed. "And if he does, I'll destroy him." His deep voice was casual and Szayel had to suppress a shudder. Everyone who knew Aizen's true nature was terrified of the man. Szayel busied himself with his work. He himself had witnessed how Aizen disposed of rebellious or suspicious subordinates. It was purely terrifying. He reminded himself that he was a brilliant scientist who was extremely useful to Aizen and his ambitions. He decided to change the subject to a more pleasant topic.
"So how's life in high school?" he asked, smirking.
Aizen smiled. "Ah," he sighed, "it is pure delight, all that raw, youthful energy… so unformed… so malleable." His eyes turned once more to Ichigo lying bound on the bed. "I could have taken my pick of dozens of suitable young things, all lusting after me. But this one…" he trailed his fingertips once more over Ichigo's face, watched the boy sigh and turn his face into Aizen's palm. "This one pleases me above all others. Not only does he have a lovely body, but he is strong-willed, fierce, and intelligent." He smirked at Szayel. "And oh yes, lived by a rigid moral code."
Szayel noted the past tense and grinned lasciviously at his master. "That must have been fun. How long did it take you to corrupt him? Not too long, I expect, as that is your specialty."
Aizen chuckled. "All it usually takes is a single night. In this case, of course, there were a few weeks of preparation in the classroom." He smiled down at the unconscious boy. "Unrequited lust can have a powerful disintegrating effect on moral fiber."
The pink-haired scientist chuckled in response as he continued with his work. "Did you find other suitable candidates?"
"Yes." Aizen's voice was lazy and caressing. "Several, as a matter of fact, most with ties to this one. Indeed, I plan to pick up the next one tonight."
"Good," said Szayel. "I'll make sure to be ready."
There was silence in the room for a few minutes as Szayel completed his preparations.
"There," he said. "All done." He inclined his head and his voice sobered. "When would you like me to begin the procedure, Aizen-sama?"
Aizen's smirk vanished. "At once. I want to be contacted immediately if there any difficulties. And notify me about half an hour before he regains consciousness. I want to be here when he wakes up."
Szayel bowed his head as the other man swept out of the room. "It shall be done exactly as you wish, Aizen-sama."
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Ichigo struggled to open his eyes. His dreams had been disturbing, filled with intense sexual desire and violence. He felt sluggish and sleepy, and he hurt all over, but vaguely, as if he wasn't fully inside his own body. As he pushed himself to wake up, his lids finally opened. The room was brightly lit, but there were no windows. He tried to sit up, but then realized with a flare of anger that he was in restraints. And that he was naked beneath the sheets. The memory of Aizen taking him to his lab, of that freaky pink-haired scientist injecting him with something, suddenly surfaced, together with outrage at how he had been treated. His eyes fell on Aizen, sitting quietly on a chair at the other end of the room.
The man met his eyes. –How are you feeling, Ichigo?
–I've been better, you bastard! What did you do to me? Let me up!
–I'm afraid I can't do that, Ichigo. Aizen smiled. Believe me; it's for your own good. You are still in recovery from the operation, and it would harm you if you started walking around. You need to remain under medical observation for a few days.
Ichigo struggled with his bonds. –What the fuck did you do to me? I never agreed to this!
–On the contrary, Ichigo. Aizen held up a form of some sort. I have your signed consent right here. Don't you remember? His tone was mocking.
Ichigo stopped his silent, furious struggle for a moment to glare at Aizen. The man was sitting, the picture of relaxed superiority, in his chair, eyes alight with amusement as he watched Ichigo. He was clearly enjoying the sight of Ichigo helpless and angry in the restraints. When he noticed Ichigo's eyes on his face, he paused to lick his lips slowly and deliberately. Ichigo flushed as he felt a sudden, hot flare of arousal run through him again. Still, just because the man was beastly sexy didn't mean he had the right to capture him and experiment on him. Unless… he searched his memory again… had he truly signed a consent form?
–Don't you remember, Ichigo? I promised to give you the powers of a god, and you agreed to the experiment.
–What? asked Ichigo, confused.
–Haven't you noticed how we've been speaking? The man smiled, and Ichigo became aware for the first time that he wasn't moving his mouth as he talked.
–What's going on? asked Ichigo, now totally befuddled, as he realized that his mouth was bound shut with some type of device. How could he speak? Was he still dreaming?
Aizen walked over to him, still smirking, and casually ran his fingers through the boy's hair. –You agreed to become the first of a new breed of supermen, Ichigo. We're speaking telepathically. His smile turned dark and lascivious. When I first mentioned it, you became quite excited about the idea of being in permanent telepathic contact with me. The man gently slid a long-fingered hand under the covers and teased Ichigo with his touch.
The boy flushed again even as he felt himself getting excited. He moaned in his throat and bucked his hips against Aizen's hand.
–So, have you calmed down enough to have a civil conversation? asked Aizen. He continued to fondle and stroke the boy under the covers. His touch felt like silk and left trails of fire on Ichigo's skin.
–Mmgh, the boy said. With a rush, all his desire for Aizen had come back, and he no longer cared what happened, as long as he could have the man sexually. Had he truly agreed to some procedure to give him telepathic powers? He couldn't remember; but it was true, if he could be in constant contact with the man he would agree to anything. Briefly, he wondered why he really didn't care about the implications of being telepathic. Right now, he only wanted one thing. His emotions, it seemed, had been turned upside down ever since he met Aizen. He met the older man's gaze with burning eyes. Fine. I agree to anything you say. Only fuck me now.
Aizen's eyes sparkled with pleasure. He chuckled and reached down to undo the device sealing Ichigo's mouth. –I think that's enough profanity, Ichigo. It offends me, and you wouldn't want to offend me, now, would you?
The gag released, Ichigo groaned, and wriggled again in his bonds. – I want you. He could feel himself growing painfully aroused.
Aizen smiled. With one fluid gesture, he threw the covers off of Ichigo and allowed his eyes to take in the arousing sight of the orange-haired youth flushed and panting in the restraints. Then he slowly bent his face to Ichigo's straining mouth and kissed him hard, plunging his tongue into the boy's eager mouth, nipping at Ichigo's lips until he felt them become swollen and ripe under his ministrations. The youth looked at him with intense, sulky brown eyes.
–Take me, he begged. Take me hard.
Aizen chuckled as he removed his clothes and folded them neatly on the chair. Szayel might say the boy was not fully recovered yet for such treatment, but Aizen decided to throw caution to the winds. Ichigo was just impossible to resist, lying there tied up and naked and begging. He was going to take him, and take him roughly, just as Ichigo wanted. He quickly bent down and unlatched the restraints. Ichigo started to sit up.
–No, Aizen directed. Turn over. I want you lying on your stomach.
The youth complied instantly, and lay motionless as Aizen refastened the restraints in the new position. Aizen smirked again. Then he slid onto the head of the bed, stroking Ichigo's thick mop of hair as he settled himself into a position straddling Ichigo's head. He leaned back against the headboard and sighed with anticipation.
–Begin, he instructed.
Ichigo strained to lift his head. His eyes were dazed with lust and the cocktail of drugs Aizen had directed Szayel to insert into Ichigo's IV. Aizen groaned with heavy pleasure.
He bucked his hips hard into the boy, feeling him choke, and yanked on his hair roughly, using him for his own pleasure without regard to how Ichigo felt. Yet through the telepathic link he could sense that that was exactly what Ichigo wanted, and that added to his own desire. He closed his eyes. Ichigo was astonishingly skilled for one with so little experience. Of course, Aizen smirked to himself, the youth was highly motivated. He gasped and threw his head back, relishing the sensation of having a gorgeous young man at his command, bound, helpless, and so willing to do anything, absolutely anything, to give him sexual pleasure. He could feel his climax building, and he wound his fingers into Ichigo's hair. A moan tore loose from his throat at the intensity of it all. The boy turned him on like few of his partners ever had. He gasped in ecstasy as he reached climax, the boy obediently watching him with those lovely warm brown eyes.
Aizen couldn't stand it. The youth's submission drove him wild. With another moan, he pulled himself loose from Ichigo's mouth and crawled down over the bed, pausing to trail a long, wet line of kisses all along the youth's torso. He could feel Ichigo's desperate arousal through the link, and he smiled again.
His eyes closed in rapture, sweat soaking his usually immaculate hair, he felt Ichigo's intense passion in addition to his own, and the feedback loop of the telepathic link amplified and magnified his own sensations until he thought his body would burst into flames. This time they came in unison, and the waves of pleasure echoed and reinforced and throbbed over and over again until Aizen felt a rough cry forced from his own throat as the two of them cried out with what sounded like a single voice. He collapsed on top of Ichigo's body, for a moment unable to move, unable to think, scarcely able to breathe. Ichigo lay panting and spent beneath him, dizzy, drifting in and out of consciousness.
There was a click at the door and Szayel entered. He paused at the sight that greeted him: two astonishingly sexy men lying naked on the bed, one atop the other, Aizen's brown hair lying tousled over the mess of spiky orange hair beneath him, the scent of sex hanging heavy in the room. Then he said coolly, "Well, Aizen-sama, didn't I warn you not to play with your toys too soon? I don't think he's quite recovered yet."
"That's enough from you," said Aizen without heat as he rolled over and lay naked and unashamed on the bed beside the now unconscious Ichigo.
Szayel's eyes wandered up and down Aizen's nude body, pink eyebrows raised with approval. "I wouldn't mind joining you myself," he remarked, "but that boy really needs to rest or he's at risk of physical damage, and he won't be able to perform the tasks you have planned for him. You really need to stop indulging yourself, Aizen-sama," he continued with a smirk.
Aizen ignored him as he got up and wrapped a white silk robe around himself. "Try not to drool too much, Szayel," he said drily. "Now, I want Ichigo examined and a report sent to me within the hour." He smirked. "It's time for me to go to school, to impart my wisdom to all those impressionable young minds."
"Of course, Aizen-sama," said Szayel. "Will you be bringing back the next candidate today?"
"Yes," said Aizen, tying the sash of his robe and scooping up his clothes. "Make sure you have a place prepared for them." He held Szayel's gaze with his own. "And I want Ichigo kept sedated and undisturbed. I want his recovery to proceed on schedule, and I want to be the only person he has contact with." He narrowed his eyes. "I will hold you personally responsible for his care. Do you understand, Szayel?"
Szayel suppressed another shiver at the menace in Aizen's tone. "Of course I do, sir. I'm not stupid. No one will touch or have contact with the boy until you return. I will see to it personally."
"Good. I'm glad you understand." And with that he was gone, and Szayel let out a long sigh of relief. Then he bent to his examination of the youth, clicking his tongue slightly at the new bruising and streaks of dried blood on his charge's body. Aizen could be quite rough with his toys.
