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Story Title: Nameless

Chapter Title: Blunt

Pairing : AizenXIchigo

Rating: T

Aizen swished down the pristine halls of Las Noches in an ungodly good mood. That boy… Ichigo… he was better than Aizen had hoped. His reactions, his defiance… it all made things so much more interesting. Aizen's other toys were easily broken after a few days, but Aizen was sure this one would last longer… maybe a week if he was lucky.

Aizen happened to swish past the kitchen and then stopped. He needed some tea… and Ichigo probably needed something to eat. But knowing the boy, he'd be difficult… Aizen stepped into the kitchen and sighed, pondering his options. Now he really wished that he had sent Gin into the human world before they kidnapped Orihime to investigate Ichigo's likes… now Aizen had to guess.

He noticed one of the more individualistic arrancar working on something on her own.

"What is that?" He asked curiously. The arrancar jumped nervously.

"U-uh it's ch-chocolate covered s-strawberries," she stammered back, indicating a rack of red fruits encased in chocolate. Aizen grinned.

"Let me know when they are done," he ordered. The arrancar nodded, exhaling a sigh of relief. Aizen sauntered over and poured himself some tea. He reclined, waiting for the strawberries to dry. After a few minutes, the arrancar girl shyly handed him a bowl full of the fruit. Aizen nodded, took the fruit and sauntered off to his room.

When he got there, Ichigo was brooding on Aizen's bed. He was wearing a Chinese style sleeveless tunic, a white hakma and a pair of white gloves. The substitute shinigami threw Aizen a glare.

"There. I'm wearing your clothes… happy?" he demanded sullenly.

"Now that's no way to talk to me… especially when I brought you food," Aizen chided the boy, sitting down.

"Not hungry," Ichigo replied.

"Alright then," Aizen shrugged, picking a strawberry up and slowly taking a bite. "More for me,"

Ichigo stared at Aizen, his mouth watering. Aizen noticed his stares and smirked slightly.

"Do you want one?" he asked smoothly.

"I…" Ichigo trailed off, then shook his head. "No," Almost instantly, Ichigo's stomach let out a grumble.

"Are you sure?" Aizen asked tauntingly, picking up another one. "It would be a shame to let these all go to waste…"

"I…" Ichigo grimaced, as if what he was doing actually pained him. "I'll take one,"

"What do you say?" Aizen asked. Ichigo frowned, his brow furrowing.

"What the hell?" he demanded.

"That's not what I'm looking for," Aizen sighed, shaking his head slightly. "Didn't your mother teach you manners?"

"She's-" Ichigo was about to shout at Aizen, but then stopped. "Please." He muttered.

"Please what?" Aizen asked, enjoying himself waaay too much.

"Please may I have a strawberry," Ichigo hissed through gritted teeth.

"That's better," Aizen smiled, handing Ichigo one of the fruits. The boy took it tentatively, biting off the tip slowly. It had been ages since he last had a chocolate covered strawberry, and he loved them. The taste was heavenly, and it took all of Ichigo's will not to hum in satisfaction.

Aizen watched the boy's face glow as he slowly devoured the strawberry, his soft lips encircling the fruit gently. He licked his lips slowly after biting it, sighing softly. Then Ichigo realized the ex-captain was watching him and threw him a glare. Aizen picked up another strawberry and began to slowly eat it as well, discreetly watching Ichigo grab another strawberry and continue his torturously sexy eating of it.

Did the boy even know what he was doing? Aizen wondered every once in a while, but shoved that idea from his mind. Ichigo wasn't that way… the idea of him actually trying to seduce him, Lord Aizen of Las Noches was just ridiculous. The boy was pure, innocent, white… he was corruptible, but not yet corrupted. No one had claimed him. There was no way he could turn the tables. He was Aizen's, in Aizen's world and (unwillingly) playing Aizen's game. So Ichigo Kurosaki was just naturally…

"Would you quit staring at me, it's really creepy," Ichigo remarked, setting the clump of strawberry leaves in a neat little pile on one side of the bowl.

…Blunt.

Aizen sighed inwardly, and glanced at the substitute shinigami, taking in his clothes. The shirt was nice and form fitting and flattered Ichigo's muscular shoulders and feminine hips. He didn't look blunt at all… well, maybe his hair was a clue. That bright orange refused comformity, it stuck out anywhere, even in Las Noches.

Aizen set the bowl of strawberries aside and sat up so that he was right next to Ichigo, who lay on the bed on his stomach. Ichigo tried to sit up as well to put some distance between Aizen and himself, but Aizen caught the boy's shoulders in the middle of this plan. The god-like man just held Ichigo there, both of them staring at each other. Ichigo opened his mouth to snap at Aizen when he was cut off by another sudden kiss.

Ichigo found that he had a hard time struggling. His body was twisted in an odd position and Aizen… felt warm, not cold and dominating but soft and welcoming, inviting Ichigo to lean on him, to be held. Ichigo managed to maneuver his hips into a more comfortable position and Aizen placed a large hand on Ichigo's back, pushing the boy closer. Ichigo's lips moved slightly against Aizen's, and the older man couldn't help but smirk. Ichigo felt lost, swamped and surrounded by heat and energy that soaked into his skin and dulled his nerves. Aizen noticed the boy had an almost sleepy look on his face, not quite lust but approaching that area quickly. He broke the kiss softly, holding Ichigo close to his chest and stroking his back, a soft smirk carved into his face.

Blunt could be good.