Dancing Lessons Redux Chap. 6

A/N: Finally, here is the threesome. Those of you who know me have probably already figured out who it is with. If you only want AiIchi, you can read to the first scene break and skip the rest. The threesome lemon is in the second scene. And yeah… after this chapter it will be AiIchi exclusively. I just had to put my three favorite characters together at least once. My apologies to those of you who don't swing that way.

Warnings: yaoi, het, threesome, lemon. Do not read if you are under 18 or do not like any of these.

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 7/29/2011.)

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Ichigo shook his head to clear the dizziness out of it as he walked up the front entrance to Karakura High. It had been another nearly sleepless night for him. Aizen hadn't left his room until it was nearly dawn, and when he started yawning uncontrollably, had simply smirked and handed him a pill.

"Better living through chemistry," Aizen said with another smirk. "Don't worry. As one of my Espada, soon you won't even need much sleep. After the next couple of treatments and some training, this will all become much easier."

Ichigo obediently swallowed the pill, and shortly afterward he felt a renewed burst of energy. He had skipped breakfast and walked to school with no problems, but he was still a little unsteady. Aizen's words to him at the end of the night did not make things any easier. It was all quite unsettling.

—I am in the process of gathering sufficiently powerful men and women to join the ranks of the Espada, Aizen had told him as they lay in his narrow bed, thoroughly satiated, and, at least on Ichigo's part, incredibly sore. Within the next few weeks, I will bring you all to a training camp where you will learn to use your new powers in my service.

"New powers…" mumbled Ichigo, still too hazed from sex and drugs to think clearly about all the implications. —Will we all be telepathic?

—Not necessarily. The process releases innate abilities within each individual, powers that you already have the seeds of now. Each of you Espada will manifest a unique ability. Ichigo sensed Aizen's smile. It will be quite interesting to see how each of you develops.

—What else will I develop besides telepathy?

—Some of your abilities I can predict; others I cannot. There are still some mysteries to this process and how it interacts with the human mind. You see, I developed parts of it, but certain secrets… I stole. So I am not totally familiar with its effects.

Ichigo turned to glower at Aizen, who only returned him a mild smile. —The man who first invented this process, what he called the Hougyoku process, is quite a genius. Urahara Kisuke. You will no doubt be encountering him shortly. Aizen paused to run his hands over Ichigo's torso slowly, causing the young man to shiver. Unfortunately, our path to complete control of this world has obstacles, certain individuals who for some reason fail to believe in my ability to bring peace and justice to all. Ichigo could sense no fear, only dark amusement, in Aizen's thoughts. They have banded together to oppose me. So you will need to develop your powers to their peak strength in order to fight them.

—Do these people also have… abilities? How am I expected to fight them?

—Well, for one thing, you will learn how to use your mind as a weapon. You should be able to strike against our enemies purely by will alone. His mental voice sounded languid, satisfied. With your training, you will learn to control that power; how to restrain it when necessary, how to extend it to strike multiple enemies, how to reach out at a distance.

—When you say 'strike at enemies,' Ichigo said with some hesitation, do you mean, uh, like kill them?

He felt Aizen's laugh rumble deep in his chest. —Are you still clinging to the shreds of a conscience, Ichigo? the man asked in a mocking tone. Then his voice became serious. That will be part of your training. Should you only wish to incapacitate them rather than kill, that will be at your control. And I do not intend to send you out to kill indiscriminately, Ichigo. That would be wasteful, and I am never wasteful. His tone had become smug. I intend to defeat our enemies through intelligence and guile rather than brute force. Then his voice turned chilly. Nevertheless, you must remember that if I order you to kill, you must obey.

Ichigo shivered, and Aizen had tightened his arms around him. —Don't worry too much, Ichigo. I promise I will not make you uncomfortable… He had laughed again. At least, not in the way you fear now.

Ichigo shivered again in memory as he climbed the wide front steps of Karakura High. The entire conversation had been very unsettling. It all made Ichigo nervous whenever he thought about it too deeply.

Then he shrugged to himself. It was too late to think about it anyway. He had agreed to obey Aizen. It was obvious that it was too late to back out, even if he wanted to, which he definitely didn't. A subversive thrill ran though him at the thought of his position as Aizen's subordinate and lover. All that really mattered now were his own sensations and desires and his utter infatuation with the man. Who really cared about world domination or politics?

It was so easy when you just thought of things the right way.

To make sure no one asked him any embarrassing questions, he affixed his customary scowl on his face before he entered the school. He realized that he had no clue what had gone on in school during the days he was gone, and what's more, he didn't care. He was Aizen's now, and he could do whatever the fuck he wanted. Anyone who messed with him could go to hell. He sauntered up the hall to his locker like he owned the school. A couple of his friends grinned at him and asked him where he'd been, but he ignored them. No one questioned him further and he smirked to himself. Bad behavior had its perks.

Across from his locker, he noticed Inoue talking with her friends. Her fall of auburn hair was especially glossy and beautiful today. Time for some more of the bad behavior he had been planning. With a salacious smirk plastered on his face, Ichigo walked up behind her and swung his arms around her suddenly, burying his face in her hair. "Mmm, you smell good today, beautiful," he murmured.

Orihime squealed. "Kurosaki-kun!" Tatsuki and Chizuru were grinning at Ichigo. As she turned around to face him, Ichigo's jaw dropped in surprise. In the few days since he had seen her last, Orihime's appearance had completely changed. Instead of the fresh-faced, wholesome look he had always known and loved, she was wearing makeup that made her eyes look sultry, and her lips were painted bright red. His eyes traveled down her throat and further, where a gold chain dipped into a scandalously low-cut top that exposed a great deal of her ample bosom.

Ichigo just stood there with his mouth open. At first it was distressing merely because it was a change; but as he continued to stare at her, he realized that Inoue looked downright… hot. She had never dressed this way before, and he felt a flush creeping over his cheeks as he found it both appealing and somewhat shocking. His aching loins stirred and he had to stop himself from just grabbing her and ravishing her then and there.

"Kurosaki-kun," said Orihime in her soft voice, sounding just like herself, and he tore his eyes away from her cleavage to look at her face.

She was blushing bright red as well. Meanwhile, Tatsuki and Chizuru had doubled over with laughter.

"You should see your face, Kurosaki," chortled Tatsuki.

"Yeah," added Chizuru. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"Inoue…" said Ichigo, "What…" He trailed off and gestured at her clothes.

Orihime blushed again, lowering her eyes. "Aunt Rangiku gave me a makeover," she said. "She said it was time that I stopped looking like a schoolgirl." She raised her eyes timidly to Ichigo. "Do you like it?" she asked, hesitation and doubt filling her voice.

Ichigo scraped his chin off the floor and managed to close his mouth. "Uh, yeah, Inoue," he said, going beet red. "I, uh, love it." Then he gathered himself together. He wasn't a virgin anymore; why was he blushing like one? He grinned, reached forward, and took Orihime's face in his two hands. "You look… really hot, Inoue." His eyes traveled up and down her body, appraisingly.

He half expected Tatsuki to punch him, but she was grinning with approval.

Ichigo lifted one arm and propped it on the wall behind Orihime and gave her his best suggestive leer. "So, Inoue," he purred, "how'd you like to spend some time together after school, studying."

She blushed again, glanced sidelong at Tatsuki and Chizuru, and then looked up at Ichigo. "I'd… I'd like to, Kurosaki-kun." She swallowed. "Uh, we need to talk anyway."

He smirked at her. "Good. See you after school then. I'll walk you home." He swaggered off, smirking.

As he approached his classroom, his head full of lecherous fantasies about his longtime friend, he suddenly remembered his promise to Aizen.

"Shit!" he said aloud. He didn't dare disobey his lord and master. He was about to find a quiet corner where he could pull out his cell phone when he remembered the telepathic contact. Would it work from this distance? He decided to try.

—Aizen? he asked, reaching out into the void the way he had before.

He felt the familiar presence of his teacher. —Yes, Ichigo?

—So, uh, Ichigo began, a little belligerently, is it okay with you if I go over to Inoue's house tonight and, you know, uh…

He received the mental image of Aizen raising an eyebrow. —My, aren't you the insatiable one? he asked. I suppose I'm not satisfying you if you need to go elsewhere.

Ichigo scowled at nothing as he walked down the hall, scaring a couple of freshmen who scurried away unnoticed. —That's not it and you know it, he said, sulky.You told me it was all right with you as long as I asked permission first. He felt vaguely guilty and sensed Aizen pausing to enjoy the emotion suffusing his young protégé.

—Why do you want to sleep with her? asked Aizen in a neutral tone.

Ichigo flushed. —Well, he muttered, looking down at his feet. I still haven't officially broken up with her, and, uh—

—And, now that you are tasting your new-found freedom, you were curious to see what it was like to sleep with a woman before you break her heart and lose any further opportunity to score with her, Aizen put in smoothly, a slight smirk in his mental voice.

Ichigo turned bright red. —No! No, it's not like that. I don't want to hurt her, he insisted. She's practically my oldest friend, and she's always had a crush on me, and, uh… it would make her happy if we finally slept together, he finished lamely.

Aizen laughed out loud. —Ah, Ichigo, it's so amusing when you delude yourself. There was a pause. But no, I have no objections if you indulge yourself with her today. As it happens, I have no duties for you after school this time. His mental voice darkened. As long as you realize that I am granting you an exceptional favor, and I shall expect payment in return.

—Uh, yes, of course, Ichigo said hurriedly. I understand completely, and, uh… thank you, he finished with unusual humility.

Aizen chuckled again and cut the connection.

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Ichigo watched Orihime put the key into the lock of her apartment door with a slightly shaking hand. He grinned at her as she opened the door, feeling lustful excitement about what was about to happen. The entire walk home he had been keeping his hands off her by sheer force of will, his lewd fantasies causing his erection to strain against his pants as she walked down the street in that short, tight skirt with her breasts bobbing under her blouse. She seemed a little nervous, though, he thought. Maybe she still wasn't used to dressing that way. Orihime pushed open the door and they walked in.

Ichigo entered her modest living room and stopped short.

Aizen was reclining at his ease on her couch, his face wearing its customary smirk. He was dressed all in black again, elegant slacks showing off his long legs casually stretched out on the couch, a black silk shirt partially unbuttoned at the throat, exposing his slender throat and part of a well-muscled chest. Ichigo felt anger replace his chagrin. His face darkened. "What are you doing here?" he demanded.

Orihime rushed forward, her hands fluttering. "No, no, it's okay, Kurosaki-kun," she said. "I asked Aizen-san to be here because I had something important I wanted to tell you."

Ichigo spun to face her, fury on his face. "And so you asked a teacher to be here while we talked about something between the two of us?"

"Now, Ichigo," cut in Aizen smoothly. "That's no way to talk to Orihime." His voice held a slight hint of menace in it, and Ichigo swallowed and stepped back from where he had been advancing on Orihime.

She looked relieved. "Uh, Kurosaki-kun," she began apologetically, "I, uh…"

He looked back at her, his face now filled with confusion. "But Inoue, I, uh, thought we'd have some time in private. Isn't that what you wanted?"

She bit her lip. "Well, you see, I wanted to tell you, uh…" She trailed off and looked at Aizen helplessly.

He smiled at her warmly. "Go on, Orihime," he said.

Ichigo looked from one to the other. "What's going on here?" he demanded.

"Shush," said Aizen. "Let Orihime speak."

He looked back at her. She was wringing her hands now. "Uh, Kurosaki-kun, I wanted to tell you that, uh, I've met someone else." She looked away.

"What?" Ichigo blinked. He was taken aback and felt his mouth drop open in surprise. That was the last thing he would have expected her to say. Although he couldn't deny that his ego felt bruised that she would dump him, he also realized that he felt relieved. Despite everything he had been picking up from Aizen, it wasn't that easy to set aside a lifetime of moral values and callously plan on using and betraying a lifetime friend.

He closed his mouth and firmed his lips. It was better this way, he realized. He looked at Orihime, who now appeared as though she were about to cry, and said gently, "It's okay, Inoue. I think it's for the best. I, uh, I'm interested in someone else too." He colored, and avoided looking at Aizen, who was smirking again.

Orihime let out a long sigh. "So you're not angry at me?" she asked in a small voice.

"No, of course not, Inoue," he said, putting a hand out to her to reassure her.

As Orihime smiled nervously, Ichigo glared at Aizen. "I still don't see what you're doing here."

"Ah." Aizen gestured to Orihime and she walked over to sit down next to him on the couch. He put his arm around her possessively and began to stroke her hair languidly while Ichigo stared. He lidded his eyes and glanced sidelong at Ichigo. "You see, Orihime is one of mine now." He trailed his fingers along her face and she leaned slightly into him, lowering her eyes and blushing.

Ichigo's eyes widened. "You don't mean—" he began, looking at the two of them sitting so close side-by-side.

"Oh, no, not what you're thinking," Aizen said, smiling once again. "Orihime has agreed to become one of my Espada, Ichigo."

Ichigo's jaw dropped. "B- But," he stammered, "Inoue's no fighter, Aizen-san."

"On the contrary," Aizen said, continuing to stroke her hair with an air of casual ownership. "Orihime has unique powers. And she'll be making good use of them to further my plans."

Ichigo gawked at them both, still bewildered. "What do you mean?" He gestured at them shakily. "Are you two, uh…"

"I said no, Ichigo," Aizen said. "Orihime has sworn loyalty to me as you have, but she is now promised to another. You'll be meeting him later." He caressed Orihime's face gently. "Although… she has admitted her… attraction to me."

Orihime blushed even more furiously. Ichigo stared at her. He knew she had had a crush on Aizen earlier (of course, what human could fail to be attracted to the man?) but what had been going on between them in his absence? He tried to contact Aizen telepathically but the man blocked his communication, shooting him a wicked, knowing glance.

"What's going on?" Ichigo said, his anger surfacing again.

"It's very simple, Ichigo," said Aizen with another dark smile. "You both belong to me now, and as such, I alone get to dictate your… physical and emotional partnerships." He licked his lips and smiled benevolently at Orihime. "Orihime is under my protection now, and I… arranged for her to meet with a suitable match a few days ago, while you were otherwise occupied."

Ichigo glared. "You mean while you had me tied up in that hospital bed, you were arranging my girlfriend's life? You never told me anything of this! Why didn't I get a say in this? And is this what Orihime wants?" He glanced at her, still sitting in the curve of Aizen's arm, now looking a little stiff and worried.

Aizen chuckled. "Ah, Ichigo, remember, you gave yourself to me. As did Orihime. So… no. You don't have any say." He smiled at the woman at his side once again, his eyes half-lidded. "As for Orihime, I decided what would be best for her and she is more than pleased."

"But…" Ichigo stood there, more confused than ever. "I—"

Aizen interrupted. "Do not worry, Ichigo," he said in soothing tones. "I guarantee that after tonight, you both will be quite pleased with the situation." He stood up gracefully with a last squeeze of Orihime's hand. "Please excuse me," he said politely to both of them.

He went into the kitchen and Ichigo heard the gentle clinking of glassware. Orihime was sitting on the couch, staring down at her hands clasped in her lap, her lips pressed firmly together. After a moment, Aizen returned carrying a tray holding three shot glasses filled with three brightly colored liqueurs, one deep red, one orange, and one amber. He was smiling one of his wicked smiles again as he set the glasses on the coffee table. Settling himself once again comfortably on the couch, he lifted the amber glass and toasted them. "Bottoms up," he said, and upended the glass, draining it in a single swallow.

He handed the deep red glass to Orihime with a gentlemanly half-bow. She took it gamely, looked directly at Aizen for a moment, swallowed once, and then gulped the entire contents, choking slightly, her eyes fixed on his. His smile widened as he returned her gaze.

Ichigo picked up the remaining bright orange glass with some trepidation. Aizen had already poured so many exotic and illegal drugs into Ichigo in the short space of time he had known him. The man seemed to derive pleasure from making Ichigo his own personal chemistry lab and playground without even informing him beforehand. Then he shrugged inwardly. He had made his own decision to place himself in Aizen's hands. He was going to go along for the ride, wherever it took him.

He drained the glass.

Aizen smiled like a cat over a bowl of cream as Ichigo set the glass back down. "Good," he purred. He picked up the tray with a languid flourish and took it into the kitchen. Ichigo heard the sink running as he rinsed out the glasses, no doubt to pour the remaining evidence down the drain.

Ichigo and Orihime looked at each other. He could see a flush deepening on her cheeks, and felt warmth rising in his own body as the unknown chemical took hold of him.

Aizen returned to the living room. "Now then. I have transportation arranged to my house, as," he smiled at Orihime, "your apartment, although cozy enough for one person, lacks certain amenities that I prefer to have near me during an evening of… group indulgence." His eyes lidded. "You see, Ichigo, just as I promised to let you have Orihime, I also promised you to her." His smile was utterly wicked. "However, it's only fair that I be allowed to sample from the delights you each have to offer." He laughed. "I want you both, and I always get what I want. Besides," he said, as he traced the curve of Orihime's jaw with two fingers, "you're all part of my family now, and I want us all to be… very … close."

Ichigo's belligerence drained away as the effects of whatever he had just drunk began to make themselves felt, and dark excitement suffused his body at the thought of the taboo experience Aizen planned for them. Tingling warmth permeated his body as his muscles relaxed. He stared at Orihime's cleavage again and fantasized about how soft her breasts would feel under his hands. Lust rose in his body and almost seemed to choke him.

The next thing he knew, he was sitting in the back of a limousine, sandwiched between Aizen and Orihime. His heart was pounding erratically and his pants were already tight. Aizen's warm leg was pressed against him on one side, and Orihime was leaning on him on the other. Her sultry eyes were half-closed, and strands of her hair fell across his face. He breathed the scent of Orihime in more deeply, feeling it flood him to his core. He looked down and was treated to an expansive view down the neckline of her dress. It crossed his mind dimly that it was strange that he could be so attracted to two people at once. Then he sighed and decided to give in to the decadent pleasure of Aizen's sexual games.

He felt a warm hand on his thigh, and looked up. The brown-haired man had that wicked gleam in his eyes again. Casually, he slid his other arm behind both Ichigo and Orihime and drew Orihime's head to his. She sighed slightly and her breasts pressed into Ichigo's chest as Aizen kissed her full on the mouth only inches away from Ichigo's face.

The sight only served to inflame Ichigo further. He wondered idly what Aizen had put in his drink… and in Orihime's. Certainly something to dispel her inhibitions, he thought with an inward smirk. She was no longer the demure and innocent girl he had known all his life. She was kissing Aizen back, her lush mouth open, eyes closed, and decidedly wanton noises were issuing from her throat.

Ichigo had a sudden suspicion that Orihime was no longer a virgin either, and that Aizen was responsible. Then rational thought ceased as Aizen began to fondle him with one hand while with the other the older man drew a teasing line with a fingertip into the valley between Orihime's breasts.

Orihime moaned and swung a leg onto Ichigo's lap. He rubbed himself against her, making a sound of pleasure deep in his throat. Then she was kissing him, her mouth on his, tasting of liqueur and Aizen, and Ichigo couldn't help himself. He arched his body into Aizen's hand and grabbed the back of Orihime's neck, kissing her harshly and aggressively as he pushed his tongue hard into her mouth. She sighed and relaxed into the kiss, giving a small sound of blissful pleasure. Their tongues tangled and Ichigo softened, taking the time to explore her mouth gently and thoroughly. He felt, for just a second, a tiny pang, as he had a brief vision what his life with Orihime might have been like if he had never met Aizen. Then that momentary thought was burned away in a rush of sensation as Aizen unzipped his fly and began to delicately stroke his overheated skin.

Kissing his sexy and newly wanton girlfriend whose low-cut top, he noticed, had come undone so that her full, soft breasts were spilling out of it, while being fondled by his devastatingly attractive boyfriend in the luxurious back seat of his limo was almost too much for Ichigo to handle. It felt like all his blood was rushing to his head, and he groaned and almost felt himself lose consciousness.

Then they were in Aizen's garage and were exiting the car. Orihime's top was half off, and her dress was partially torn up the side, exposing one long and shapely leg. She had lost one shoe, and stumbled as she got out of the car. Aizen was at her side, steadying her, and she smiled up at him with a dazed, worshipful look and giggled. Ichigo found it both disturbing and arousing to see blatant lust in her once-innocent eyes. He could barely walk himself; he felt befuddled from drugs and dizzy with lust as he staggered up the stairs behind Orihime and Aizen.

By the time he reached Aizen's huge bedroom, the other man had already pulled Orihime into his lap and was fondling her. She was sighing and writhing at his touch. Most of what remained of her clothes were scattered on the floor.

Ichigo grinned lasciviously as he wrapped his arms around them both. "Mmm, Inoue," he murmured, "I see Aizen is already having quite an influence on you." He heard her giggle.

She turned to him, her eyes heavy-lidded and hazy, and rubbed herself against him. "Oh, Kurosaki-kun," she whispered, "if you knew how much I've been longing for this…" She let out a long, pleased sigh. Then their lips met once more and Ichigo's tongue swept into her mouth.

Aizen smiled indulgently at both of them. "To think of all the years the two of you were afraid to act on your desire for each other." He laughed. "Now do you both understand how much better it is to allow me to make all your decisions? I am the only one who knows what's best for you. You see," he continued, "if you stay with me, you will receive everything you desire, and we will stand on top of the world together."

Orihime sighed. "Yes, my body and soul belong to you, Aizen-sama, and are for your purpose and use, always," she slurred.

Aizen gave Ichigo a dark glance as he lifted Orihime and tossed her onto his large bed. She giggled again and spread her legs invitingly, gazing up at them through lowered lashes. At the sight of her sprawled naked on Aizen's elegant bed, the white of her skin and pale gold triangle of hair contrasting with the dark, blood-red sheets, Ichigo felt the heat at his core intensify. He growled and shed his remaining items of clothing and joined her on the bed.

Aizen paused to enjoy the sight of the two formerly innocent teens cavorting brazenly on his bed, their firm, young flesh bared at his command and on display for his amusement and use. He crawled onto the bed and pressed himself against Orihime as she wriggled and moaned. Ichigo was flushed and panting, his orange hair dark with sweat, his skin a lovely shade of rosy red, his eyes half closed as he stroked his fingers through Orihime's hair and kissed her over and over again and the noises in her throat became louder and louder.

Finally they broke apart and Orihime cried out, "Take me! I want both of you to take me now!"

Aizen met Ichigo's eyes which were burning with something indescribable and he laughed.

Then Ichigo took Orihime's hips between his palms, and she sighed and clutched him, her throat tangling with clotted moans.

Aizen's lips were warm at his ear. "Ichigo, I have been taking Orihime for my pleasure for the last few nights. I've claimed her as mine. Remember that you take her now at my command."

Ichigo wanted to glare at his lover, but instead he only groaned. Aizen took hold of Ichigo's head roughly and gave him a brutal, demanding kiss over Orihime's shoulder, biting down on Ichigo's lower lip until the youth tasted the coppery tang of his own blood. He growled like an animal, slamming his body against Orihime's and gripping Aizen with a bruising ferocity. He could feel himself on the edge, rising higher on a wave of pleasure, higher… until the wave crested and he gasped, feeling Aizen joining him in climax while Orihime cried out between them.

Orihime squealed and gasped and finally lay still, quivers rippling over her body, cradled in between the two men. She was smiling, a look of unadulterated bliss on her face as her eyes gradually closed and she sank into sleep.

As Orihime's breathing quieted, Aizen's gaze fell upon Ichigo and his eyes narrowed. A predatory smirk spread over his face and Ichigo could already see what was coming. He could not repress the thrill coursing through his body at the thought of Aizen focusing entirely on him now. The brown-haired man leaned over and started kissing Ichigo hard and possessively on the delicate skin at the base of his neck, sucking and nipping hard enough that Ichigo knew it would leave marks.

Then Ichigo heard a noise at the door of Aizen's bedroom. His heart suddenly pounded in his chest, and he looked up to see a tall, muscular youth with bright blue hair leaning on the doorjamb, a brash, dangerous grin on his face, almost a snarl. He wore a short jacket that exposed a well-built midriff over tight designer jeans. Brilliant blue eyes with a hostile edge bored into Ichigo.

"Tch. Somebody's having too much fun. What are you two doing with my woman?"