Ahahah...hahah...ha... please don't kill me.
I just realized that I haven't updated this fic in THREE MONTHS. If you all hate me now, I wouldn't blame you... *laughs nervously*
Well, um... yeah... onwards?
Aizen sat back in his chair, fingers languidly tapping its armrest. He smirked, his head laying back as he sank into a more relaxed position.
"My, my. You sure are in a good mood today, Aizen-sama," the reedy voice echoed through the large study, its teasing undertone not lost on the brunette. Hazelnut eyes flicked over to the lanky figure hidden in the shadows, Aizen still not losing his content smirk.
"Gin."
A thin snigger could be heard, the mentioned man moving forwards slightly, his slitted eyes never-blinking. Cocking his head to the side, Gin smiled impossibly wide, with none of his teeth showing. Many a time this smile would frighten their workers, most claiming that the silver-haired man was the devil himself. His employer, on the other hand, found him intriguing and considered the man a trusted confidant.
"Sooooo? How'd your little 'chat' go? The berry scared out of his wits yet?" the fox-faced male cocked his head to the side, seeking an answer from his boss.
Aizen linked his fingers, resting his chin on the inter-locked digits. His smirk widened. "He…intrigues me."
Gin laughed loudly, moving forwards to lean cockily against the brunette's priceless mahogany desk. "Meaning that he's a good fuck?" They knew each other well; there were no walls or rules of etiquette barring the two, even if they were apparently 'employer' and 'employee'.
"Well…yes." A loud snigger. "And…no," the man said, "He is stubborn, but that only seems to add to his allure."
"Meaning…?"
"He is extremely…scrumptious." The silver-haired male smiled wider, turning his head to the large doors to his left. Maybe…
"No, Gin. He's off limits." Aizen chuckled, knowing full well what the other's thoughts had been.
The silver-haired man frowned, the creepy smile seeping off his face. "Awwww! But whyyyy? He looks so yummy!" he whined, nasal voice entreating. "You never had any issues with sharing before…" Thin lips pursed into a pout, looking very out of place against the sharp features of the man's face.
"Maybe another time, Gin. But this…I want to have him to myself. When I said that he interests me, I meant it," the brunette stated, causing his friend to regain his slight smirk.
"Sooo, watcha gonna do?"
Hazelnut orbs, usually devoid of emotion, burned with a strange light.
"Simple. I'll break him."
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Ichigo stared blankly at the wallpaper on the other side of the room. Flower, flower, leaf, flower, leaf…he groaned loudly, the sound almost like a strangled sob. Why? Why? Whywhywhy? Everything was so messed up.
He sure as hell didn't want to submit to thatsadistic bastard, but…did he have a choice? Karin…Yuzu…even Goat-face…they meant the world to him. Wasn't it his role to be the protector?
But still…he would not –no– he could not just surrender to that man.
Tugging harshly at his chain, brown eyes searched the room for options.
There must be another way.
…But how?
A loud grumble emitted from Ichigo's stomach, causing him to grip his stomach. "How long has it been since I last ate…?" he muttered to himself, wincing slightly.
With a scratching noise, the gold-painted handle of the entrance-door rotated, causing honey-brown eyes to flick up towards the far wall.
He was really starting to despise that door.
"What the fuck do you want, Aizen?"
His 'captor' raised his eyebrow, mock-sighing as he sauntered in. "Now now, Kurosaki-kun, haven't we been through this already?"
Ichigo's mouth curled into a wry smile. "Yeah, but who said I was listening?"
The snarky response only seemed to amuse Aizen, a deceptive smirk forming on his face.
Flinching, the red-head resisted the urge to shudder. Was the man ever pissed?
"Tell me, Kurosaki-kun," the brunette purred, eyes narrowing. "Are you hungry?"
Ichigo's expression morphed into a slight grimace as he grit his teeth stubbornly. "No…," he hissed, blatantly ignoring the gnawing at his stomach.
The other smirked.
"Then you won't mind…," the tall man turned slightly, motioning with a flick of his hand. A butler entered, hefting a small coffee table and placing it in the centre of the room, out of Ichigo's reach. Following the other was a maid, her head bowed as she placed the tray in her hands onto the newly set-up stand.
Aizen nodded, and with a bow, both were gone. Turning once more to his prisoner, whose eyes were currently narrowed suspiciously, he continued his earlier conversation. "…if I have my lunch here, do you?"
The red-head growled, cursing the other man to the very depths of hell as he stared at the tray. The smell of warm soup wafted to his nose and made his insides clench, the bowl set beside round, juicy fruits and fresh breads that screamed to be eaten.
Fisting his hands, Ichigo forced them to stay still in his lap.
The brunette picked up a red apple, throwing it up before catching it once more in his palm as he turned it from side to side. Honey-brown eyes stayed riveted on the crimson sphere, a small pink tongue coming out to unconsciously lick at dry lips.
"So, still not hungry?"
The red-head forced a strained smile onto his face. Like hell I'd give him the satisfaction. "No, of course not."
"I see…," Aizen mused, a smirk on his lips as he raised the fruit to his mouth, hazelnut eyes gazing down at Ichigo.
Slowly, so very painfully slowly, the brunette bit down, never breaking eye contact with the other.
The red-head almost groaned as his stomach twisted jealously. God that sounds so damn good…
Chewing on his bottom lip, he forced himself to look away.
Cocking his head to the side, Aizen looked questioningly at his captive, chuckling softly as he noticed the brown eyes that glance sideways, darting towards the tray every few moments. "Are you really sure, Kurosaki-kun?"
Strained silence was all he received in reply.
With a smile (which was extremely sadistic, in Ichigo's eyes), the brunette turned around.
"Where are you going?"
He paused, smile widening as his eyelids dropped to half-mast. "Out," he answered.
"Then what are you going to do with that?" Ichigo said, slight apprehension in his voice.
Without turning, the brunette replied.
"I'm leaving it here. That's not a problem, right, Ku-ro-sa-ki-kun?"
Honey-brown eyes widened as the male exited once more, leaving only silence in his wake.
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Hm…
Calculating hazelnut eyes glanced up from the document in the brunette's hands glancing up at the gold-lined grandfather clock situated in the corner of his study. The hour hand pointed towards the gothic '9', indicating that it was well and truly into the night by now.
That should be about long enough…
With a smirk, Aizen stood up from his chair, gliding around his desk towards the large double doors to his left. As he swept past, the brunette picked up the bottle of water on the corner of his desk and entered the other room.
He was glad that he had built an adjoining bedroom to his study – such fun.
The lean body of Kurosaki Ichigo was curled in the centre of the bed, the male hugging his knees as he lay on his side, eyes squeezed closed and jaw tight. At his approach, those eyelids were raised, revealing exhausted honey-brown eyes that gazed desperately, crazily, at everything, and yet nothing at the same time.
"Are you alright, Kurosaki-kun?" Aizen crooned, voice a mockery of concern.
The red-head shifted slightly, wincing as if just that movement pained him. "You fucker," he hissed, throat clogging as he tried to get his words out. "You leave me for hours without anything to eat or drink and you ask me if I'm okay?" Ichigo pushed himself upwards, arms trembling with the effort.
The brunette looked down at him, smile widening. "But you said that you weren't hungry," he said, almost taunting the other.
The struggling male began to make a sound of protest, only to find that all he could manage was a croaking noise, like a half-dead frog. He fell back down onto his elbows, head bowed as his arms collapsed.
Fuck… my throat is completely dead…
Fingers threaded into amber hair, tugging his unresisting head up to meet the other's eyes. "Do you see this…?" Aizen purred, holding up the bottle in his hand.
Ichigo's eyes widened, and he lurched forward, arms reaching for the liquid that was held just out of his reach. Dry, cracked lips opened in a silent plea, the male's leg pulling against the now-taut chain that was fastened around his ankle.
The brunette seated himself on the mattress, his unoccupied hand gripping the red-head's wrist in a vice as the smaller male continued to grapple for the bottle. Ichigo scrabbled across his captor's lap, tanned fingers only just scraping the cool surface of the plastic, Aizen's grasp on his other arm keeping him from reaching further.
He whimpered quietly. It was so close… just a few more centimetres…
"What is it that you wish for, Kurosaki-kun?" the other murmured lowly, licking a trail up the side of the red-head's face. Shuddering, the smaller male bent his neck unconsciously. Yet, glassed honey-brown orbs refused to stray from their prize, Ichigo seeing nothing but the precious liquid that would quench his painful thirst.
He stretched forward even more, desperately reaching.
"Please…,"he whispered – no, begged.
Aizen smiled deviously. "Well, since you asked so nicely…"
Flicking off the cap, the brunette brought it to his lips, much to the red-head's shock. Confusion reigned on his face, before his eyes widened as his chin was gripped, the other's mouth suddenly pressed to his.
Ichigo's mouth was forced open, water flowing through into the orifice and down his throat, making him moan at the sensation. Some of the clear liquid flowed out the sides of his lips and down the side of his chin, dripping down onto his shirt. His fingers threaded through Aizen's hair, pulling him closer as the red-head's tongue swept through the other's cavern, trying to scrape up every single drop of moisture.
He wasn't sure what he was doing. But he didn't care. All that mattered was soothing that excruciating feeling.
"Ngh…" both men pulled away from their lip-lock, the smaller male staring dazedly up at hazelnut orbs as he panted slightly.
Amused, the brunette licked up the trail of water dripping off Ichigo's chin, the other only shivering subtly in response. "More…" he pleaded, reaching once more for the bottle.
Soon, a liquid-filled mouth sealed onto his, the red-head eagerly opening his lips. This time, it was Aizen who deepened the kiss, his experienced tongue quickly pushing down the red-head's exhausted limb.
Their tongues continued to tangle for a while, Ichigo pushing away after a while to gasp for air.
"Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?"
The red-head didn't even bother to reply, brown eyes already straying to the source that promised him more water, more soothing of his throat. Tanned fingers curled around the plastic, and the other male loosened his grip, allowing him to tug it away. Ichigo tossed his head back, hastily gulping down the rest of its contents in only a few swallows.
The brunette continued to watch on, eyelids lowering as an evil smirk formed onto his face.
If only he was always this eager.
The red-head drained the last of the water, shoulders sagging in relief.
A hand came up to run through Ichigo's auburn hair, Aizen leaning in to rest his forehead against the other's. He could feel the red-head stiffening as he suddenly realised the compromising position he was in, seated in the brunette's lap. Chuckling lowly, he moved to the side, warm breath ghosting over the male's ear.
"Are you hungry?"
With his all-consuming thirst gone, the stabbing, hollow feeling in Ichigo's stomach was becoming all the more obvious. And Aizen knew that.
Muscles tensing as he prepared for the worst, he nodded cautiously. His mind was finally beginning to think clearly, and for that, he was thankful. It was never good when the brunette offered something. Ever.
And yet, he had no choice but to be obedient – he needed to eat, lest he faint from hunger… or worse.
"Well then…," the taller male purred, voice turning into a barely audible murmur as he whispered into the red-head's ear.
Honey-brown eyes widened to the size of saucers as Ichigo's hands, still gripping the now-empty bottle, began to shake.
"What are you willing to do for me?"
There wasn't much smut in there, but I actually think that this is my favorite chappy so far- dunno, it might just be because this had always been a fan-girl fantasy of mine... perved, I know XD
But anyway, besides that, I have two questions for you all (if you would care to answer them).
~ Is there anything in particular that you want Aizen to do to Ichi in the next chappy (be as perved as you want; trust me, you can't beat me in that area XP)?
~ Do you guys have any idea as to plot line (complications, relationship changes, etc.), or are you all just cool with it being random smut without any real meaning (which is nice too ^.^)? ('Coz that's where it's heading right now... I haven't been building much of a storyline at all... *scratches back of head nervously*)
So please Review or PM me to tell me your opinion; I probably won't be able to progress the story much unless I have a central theme (or lack of it, if that's what you guys want o.0).
