Warning: Slash (malexmale), harsh/strong language, adult content, mild violence, criminal activity. (Do you have to put angst in the warning?) There is rimming (it's the first time I've done it, and I don't think I did well)
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, or it's related characters and themes. I do not receive any type of compensation for these stories. Further more these stories are fiction and are in no way related to any real person or event (to my knowledge).
Chapter Seven: One Step Forward, Two Steps Back.
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Ichigo looked at the door to the basement. Aizen had gone down stairs about an hour ago with some of his 'family members'. Ichigo wasn't sure what they would doing, but Aizen had told him not to go down stairs. Ichigo had figured that whatever was going on was business for Aizen, and figured to stay out. Although he was very curious.
Ichigo was sitting at the table, eating dinner, staring the door, a chip half in his mouth. He was itching to open the door, to figure out what Aizen did, how he ran his business. After all he was one of the most powerful men in the criminal underworld.
The door handle turned and Ichigo jumped, blushed and looked down at his plate.
Aizen stepped out of the basement, with a group of his men who all gave their hellos to Ichigo before heading for the door. It had been seven weeks since Ichigo had started living with Aizen, just during the duration of his trial. Orihime had been more then happy to take care of the twins, saying that it was about time that they got a female's touch in growing up. Ichigo had seen them every other day just to make sure that they were alright, and helped them with their homework.
Aizen stood behind Ichigo's chair, with his hands on Ichigo's shoulders. Ichigo leaned back and looked up at Aizen with a smile. "What is it?"
"I'm just looking at you," Aizen said. Ichigo tilted his head a little and Aizen leaned down and pressed his lips against Ichigo's. Ichigo reached up and tangled his hand in Aizen's hair, kissing back. Ichigo moaned, and pulled away from Aizen and stood up slowly, knocking his chair out of the way. Aizen smiled and ran his hand up Ichigo's shirt, pulling it over Ichigo's head. Aizen kissed down Ichigo's neck, and sucked on his collar bone. Ichigo tangled his fingers in Aizen's hair, bitting his bottom lip to keep from making any sound. Aizen moved his lips back up Ichigo's neck to his lips.
"C-Can we take this upstairs?" Ichigo asked and Aizen looked at him. Ichigo turned away to hide his blushing face. Aizen chuckled and licked Ichigo's ear.
"If you'd like," Aizen said placing his hands on Ichigo's hips.
"I'd like," Ichigo said pulling away from Aizen and made his way up the stairs. Aizen followed a few steps behind, so he could watch, well Ichigo's behind. When they finally got to Aizen's bedroom, Aizen wrapped his arms around Ichigo's waist, stopping him from walking any further. Aizen kissed the back of Ichigo's neck. "What are you doing?" Ichigo asked standing on his toes and grabbing Aizen's arms as they tightened around his waist.
"What does it look like?" Aizen asked.
"I don't know, I can't see behind my -ah, fuck, head," Ichigo shivered when Aizen bit his neck.
Aizen chuckled and ran a hand down to the top of Ichigo's jeans and slowly undid the button. "Well, tell me what it feels like," Aizen said.
Ichigo moaned when Aizen's hand slipped into his jeans and rubbed against his half hard cock. "W-well," Ichigo whimpered shifting his feet, pressing his back in to Aizen's chest. Aizen chuckled again and rocked his hips forward, "Sos-Sosuke!" Ichigo cried in surprise. "You're h-hard," He said, his blush traveling down his neck.
"Because of you," Aizen said. Ichigo looked over his shoulder and Aizen pressed their lips away. Ichigo slid his tongue over Aizen's lips, making the older man groan and press his tongue against Ichigo's. Aizen pushed down Ichigo's pants and his boxers so they pooled around Ichigo's feet. Ichigo's body shivered when Aizen took his cock in hand. "You're really sensitive aren't you Ichigo?" Aizen asked with amusement.
"Bastard," Ichigo muttered. Aizen pulled away and Ichigo looked at him.
"Lay on your stomach with your ass in the air," Aizen ordered.
"Hell no," Ichigo snapped. "Why would I do that?" He asked turning to face Aizen who had begun to unbutton his shirt. Ichigo took a shaking breath, his eyes following Aizen's fingers. Ichigo swallowed when Aizen let his shirt fall to the floor revealing a tanned toned torso and a Japanese style dragon which head rested on the left side of Aizen's chest, while it's body went over his shoulder and down his back, it's tail curling around to rest on Aizen's fourth second ab on right side of his body. Ichigo was tempted to touch him, but to nervous to.
"It'll be easier this way, since it's your first time," Aizen said, Ichigo's eyes snapped up to his face.
"I-I'd rather not be...." Ichigo blushed and looked down, which caused him to blush more realizing his pants and boxers were pooled at his feet. "I want to see your face, Sosuke,"
Aizen smiled and place a hand on Ichigo's neck, and the teen looked up. "Alright then, but while I prepare you, lay on your stomach," He said, and pressed his lips against Ichigo's.
"Oh..." Ichigo managed, his eyes lidded heavily when they finally broke apart.
"Go get on the bed," Aizen said.
"What are you doing?" Ichigo asked walking over to the bed.
"Don't worry, I'll be right back," Aizen promised disappearing into the bathroom. Ichigo swallowed and ran a hand down his chest as he climbed onto the bed and laid on his stomach, his arms folded under his head. Aizen came back quickly, and stopped in the doorway to admire what was displayed for him. He chuckled finally and walked over to the bed and knelt down, setting the condom and lube near the edge and leaned over Ichigo. Aizen started trailing kisses from the back of Ichigo's neck, down his spine, sucking on random spots which made Ichigo moan and shift. Aizen kissed back up Ichigo's spine, reaching over and grabbing a pillow and lifting Ichigo's hips slowly. Ichigo put his hands under him, and shifted so he bent his knees under him as well as Aizen put the pillow under his hips.
"I-It'll get dirty," Ichigo whispered and looked over his shoulder at Aizen who leaned over and kissed him softly.
"I don't care," Aizen said huskily before licking across Ichigo's cheek, and down his neck. Ichigo moaned clutching the sheets loosely. Aizen licked down Ichigo's spine as he moved back down. Aizen's hands going onto the pale globes of Ichigo's ass as he reached Ichigo's tailbone. Ichigo gasped and jerked away when Aizen's tongue prodded his entrance.
"W-what the h-hell," Ichigo whimpered when Aizen pressed his tongue against his hole again.
"Sh sh, it'll feel good, promise," Aizen said and Ichigo shivered from the hot breath moving against him.
Ichigo went to speak, but it came out as a surprised moan as Aizen's tongue pressed into him. Ichigo pressed his forehead against the bed, clutching the sheets tighter. "F-feels slimy," He mumbled and Aizen hummed pressing his tongue deeper then swirled it. Ichigo moaned and closed his eyes. Aizen slid his index finger carefully in along with his tongue and Ichigo arched into the pillow under his hips with a whimper.
Aizen pulled his mouth away, to kiss the small of Ichigo's back. "You're doing good," He whispered slowly thrusting his finger in and out of Ichigo before pulling out, and pushing two back in. Ichigo's breath hitched and he tried to pull away.
"S-shit...." Ichigo turned his face away from the mattress and gritted his teeth.
"Almost done," Aizen said spreading his fingers. He added a third finger, and began searching for Ichigo's prostate.
Ichigo's breath became heavily and he reached under himself and stroked his limp cock, trying to ignore, the pain of being stretched by Aizen's fingers.
Aizen knew he hit Ichigo's prostate when the teen gave a surprised cry of pleasure and began timidly yet eagerly moving his hips against Aizen's hand. Aizen chuckled, watching his fingers disappear inside Ichigo's body. He was pleasantly surprised that Ichigo was being as vocal as he was, even if it wasn't much.
Aizen pulled his fingers out and grabbed the condom, tearing the package with his teeth. "Turn over," He ordered huskily and Ichigo slowly did, one arm falling over his head, the other resting on his stomach. Ichigo's eyes were lidded heavily and dark with lush, his chest rising and falling quickly, and his cock dripping pre-cum heavily. Aizen fitted the condom over himself, then grabbed the lube and coated himself with it. Aizen tossed the bottle, it made a soft thud as it hit the floor and rolled.
Aizen moved over Ichigo, falling between the teen's long pale legs easily, then pressing their lips together passionately, he ran a hand down Ichigo's left leg, and cupped his hand behind Ichigo's knee, lifting it to his waist. His free hand going to Ichigo's hip, and holding tightly. Aizen finally broke the kiss and looked down at Ichigo.
"Are you ready?" Aizen asked carefully lining himself up with Ichigo's prepared hole.
Ichigo nodded, wrapping his left leg around Aizen's waist. Aizen pushed in and Ichigo's back arched and he gasped, Aizen stopped, less then half way.
Aizen kissed Ichigo's jaw to distract him. He could see the tears slipping from Ichigo's closed eyes, and kissed then away. When he felt Ichigo relax, Aizen started moving again. Ichigo's jaw clenched and he whimpered, when Aizen started to stop Ichigo spoke. "K-keep going," He opened his eyes and looked up at Aizen.
Aizen did, sliding the rest of the way in, then stopped. Ichigo let out a strangled breath, and dropped his head back against the pillows. Aizen stroked Ichigo's cock which had started to go limp, and sucked on Ichigo's chest.
Ichigo took one last deep breath, and reached up, taking a fist full of Aizen's hair and making the older man look at him. Aizen stared into Ichigo's glazed eyes for what felt like hours before pressing his lips briefly to Ichigo's before lifting himself off Ichigo's chest and pulling out almost completely, then thrusting back in. Ichigo moaned, bitting his lip.
Aizen quickly found a steady fast pace, shifting his angle until Ichigo cried out as his prostate was hit repeatedly.
Ichigo started to loose his breath, he pressed his head back into the pillows, his mouth falling open. Aizen nipped at Ichigo's jaw and neck as he thrust.
Ichigo wasn't loud, he kept trying to cover his mouth with the back of his hand to silence any noises he did actually make, and Aizen eventually pinned Ichigo's hands over his head with one of his own hands.
"S-Sosuke- ngh!" Ichigo moaned.
"I wanna hear you," Aizen said, getting his point across by snapping his hips harder then he had been before, which made Ichigo arch his back and cry out.
"... e-embarrassing," Ichigo panted out, opening his eyes to stare hazily up at Aizen.
"I don't care," Aizen growled before attacking Ichigo's mouth with his own, he started to loose his pace. Ichigo started rocking his hips shamelessly and erratically against Aizen's abs, telling the older man he was close to cumming as well. Aizen pulled his mouth away from Ichigo's deciding to suck harshly on Ichigo's pale stiff nipples instead.
Ichigo began moaning and whimpering, struggling to get his hands free of Aizen's grasp, and Aizen let them go. Ichigo reached down and began tugging harshly on himself, the other hand tangling in Aizen's hair.
"S-Sosuke!" Ichigo cried out, his feet pressing into the bed as he came. His body tightening almost painfully around Aizen who grunted Ichigo's name as he came as well.
Ichigo fell limply on the bed, his stomach and thighs trembling, his chest rising and falling rapidly and heavily, his eyes closed. Aizen slowly pulled out, looking down at Ichigo with a small smirk on his face. Aizen sat back on his heels and pulled the condom off himself and tied it at the end. He moved to lay next to Ichigo, pulling the limp teen against himself, and wrapping his arms protectively around Ichigo.
"... I... love you S-Sosuke," Ichigo said breathlessly. Aizen looked down at him, brushing his wild orange hair from his face.
"I love you to Ichigo,"
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Ichigo woke up to an empty bed and rolled over, which jarred his lower half and made him grit his teeth. He looked over at the clock on the bedside table.
8:23 a.m.
Ichigo sighed and ran his fingers through his hair and forced himself to sit up. He looked down on the ground, wondering if he should even bother to get his pants, or just get into the shower.
He decided to go for his pants, he wanted to find Aizen more then he wanted to get clean at the moment.
Ichigo forced himself out of bed and went over to where his pants and boxers had been discarded on the floor. He grabbed his jeans and put them on carefully before heading towards the stairs, slowly pulling up the zipper. He got to the last step when he heard Aizen's voice, and the voice of a man named Stark, Aizen's second in command.
".... Everyone has already been taken care of as far as the jury, we've paid off seven of the twelve, the judge has been given some incentive as well," Stark said.
"What about prosecution?" Aizen asked.
"Somehow they've managed to put the one A.D.A not on our pay roll on the case, so there's no way to get him to drop the case," Stark said.
"What about going over his head?" Aizen asked.
Ichigo frowned, 'What did you think would happen? Of course Sosuke is gonna do this illegally, its who he is,' Ichigo thought rubbing his arm. Ichigo looked down and sighed running his fingers through his hair. ' Not that I care that he's doing it illegally, just that he doesn't seem to trust me enough to fucking tell me. After all it's my trial, I'm the one who's gonna get fucking screwed if it by some one in a fucking million chance that it ends badly'
"Ichigo,"
Ichigo jumped and looked up at Aizen and Stark standing in front of him.
"Good morning," Ichigo muttered blushing. Stark cleared his throat and turned his head respectfully away, although he had been staring openly, noticing that there was dried cum on Ichigo's stomach.
"Good morning Ichigo," Stark said back politely.
Aizen pulled off his shirt and pulled it over Ichigo's head. "What are you doing out of bed?" He asked.
"Looking for you," Ichigo admitted.
"I'm just taking care of some business," Aizen said. "Why don't you go upstairs and get cleaned up, then we'll go get brunch,"
"Alright," Ichigo said, leaving the 'I know when I'm dismissed' to himself.
Aizen nodded and Ichigo turned around and went up the stairs slowly and into the bathroom. He shut the door and took off Aizen's shirt and tossed it against the door before going to the shower and turning the water on as hot as he could. Ichigo scowled and his brow furrowed as he kicked off pants and got into the scalding water and closed his eyes tightly.
'It's not like I'm innocent, I'm a fucking car thief, and I already know he's doing shit that's illegal, why won't he just let me in already?' Ichigo thought bitterly, not noticing the door opening, or the footsteps on the tile. Soon the shower door slid open and Aizen stepped in behind him, adjusting the water so it didn't burn, but was comfortable. Ichigo didn't look at him, just grabbed the bottle of soap and started pouring some on his hand. Aizen grabbed his wrists.
"Look at me," Aizen said.
"No," Ichigo said stubbornly. Aizen sighed and wiped the soap off Ichigo's hand, then took the bottle from him, and pouring more into his own hand before setting the bottle down, and lathering the soap between his hands and started to wash Ichigo's back and shoulders.
"Why are you so angry? Is it because you woke up alone?" Aizen asked.
"No," Ichigo said brushing his hair from his eyes.
Aizen sighed rubbing Ichigo's hips, trying to get the teen to turn around. "Then what's wrong?"
"You won't tell me anything," Ichigo said finally giving in and turning around.
"I don't want you to know anything," Aizen said washing Ichigo's chest.
"Why not damnit! I can take care of myself," Ichigo snapped.
Aizen looked at him, but didn't speak. He grabbed the shampoo and poured some onto his hands before starting to work it into Ichigo's hair. " You have your sisters to think of now," Aizen said and Ichigo's eyes narrowed. "You can't be stealing cars or street racing, or any of the other crap that you have been doing,"
"What about you? How come you can, but I can't?" Ichigo asked stubbornly. Aizen hummed, gripping Ichigo's hair, and making the teen tilt his head back. Ichigo hissed and glared up at Aizen.
"Because, I'm untouchable," Aizen said.
Ichigo stared into Aizen's eyes. "How long will it last though? Eventually someone's gonna take you down," Ichigo said and Aizen chuckled.
"Then I'll deal with it when the day comes," Aizen leaned down and sucked on Ichigo's neck. Ichigo bit his lip to fight back the moan that started to form on his tongue.
"You don't make any sense, you know that right?" Ichigo mumbled shifting his eyes. "You don't have to do anything more then tell me whats going on, that's all I wanna know. What you're doing, meet your men, you've met my team, it's only fair,"
"No, it's not," Aizen said. "Your team was four teenagers boosting cars, mine has hundreds of men and women, businesses, political organizations and people who's lives would be ruined if I was every brought down," Aizen said.
Ichigo raised an eyebrow. "Just because I'm not some big time crime boss doesn't mean that people weren't affected by me getting arrested. For one My life was fucked up, so were my sisters' lives. Chad is still trying to pay of his grandfather's medical bills, which he can't now because his fucking part time job doesn't pay well enough for him to live and go to school and pay the damn bills. Orihime is now working three jobs to replace the one she lost when I lost the shop. Ishida's father sent him to Tokyo to live with his aunt because his father was ashamed that his son was friends with a criminal," Ichigo snapped and slapped Aizen's hands away from his hair and rinsed it himself. "Don't forget all the people who's cars I fix so that they can race in order to pay for themselves to live," Ichigo mumbled. "And if I remember correctly, you have taken a hit, it may not be big or even matter, but since I can't work, you can't race cars, and if I remember correctly, it's a past time of yours Sosuke," Ichigo turned his back on Aizen.
"Don't get a big head," Aizen said wrapping his arm around Ichigo's waist. "I'm making everything go away, and you'll get your shop back like nothing ever happened. In fact I'll buy you a better one, bigger with more equipment,"
"I don't need your help getting a shop, I can take care of myself believe it or not, I've been doing it for a while now," Ichigo said stepping out of the shower and grabbing a towel which he wrapped tightly around his waist. Aizen got out as well, wrapping his towel rather loosely around his waist.
"Why are you so angry? Most people would be happy to live with me, to be under my protection, my care," Aizen said.
"I'm not most people," Ichigo said rolling his eyes. "I like being independent," He said. "But I also like being equal or even better then everyone else. And with your fucking coddling me, and not giving me any say, or even fucking telling me a damn thing, you're acting like I'm below you," He turned to look at Aizen. "So, are you going to tell me what the hell you're doing, or am I not equal to you at all?" Ichigo asked. He bit his bottom lip and fiddled with the button of his jeans, waiting for an answer.
"I've never been equal with anyone before. My lovers were only that, lovers, they had no dealings in the rest of my life. All they saw was the bed, nothing more," Aizen said.
Ichigo swallowed. He gritted his teeth, and balled his hands into fist, and lunged at Aizen, punching him in the jaw. "Then fuck you," Ichigo hissed and rushed out of the bedroom and down stairs where he stuffed his feet into his shoes and ran out of Aizen's loft. He hopped on to the first bus he could and got across town to Orihime's place. Thankful that Friday was her day off from all three jobs until night.
He knocked heavily on her door, and stuffed his hands in his pants pockets waiting for her to answer.
"Ichi," Orihime said in surprise when she opened the door. "Are you alright? You look like you're about to cry," She said.
"Can I come in?" Ichigo asked.
Orihime nodded and moved aside, letting Ichigo into the house before closing the door. Ichigo toed his shoes off then went into the living room and flopped heavily and very ungracefully on the couch. Orihime sat next to him.
"What happened?" Orihime asked looking at Ichigo.
"I'd rather not talk about it right now," Ichigo said laying on his side with his head resting in Orihime's lap.
She hummed. "That bad huh?" Orihime asked.
Ichigo took a deep breath. "I'll tell you how bad once it settles,"
Orihime just hummed again and ran her fingers though Ichigo's hair, and turned on her t.v., turning it to early morning cartoons and leaned back to get comfortable. "I actually got Karin to wear pink the other day," Orihime informed. "She looked like she wanted to scream until I told her I wouldn't make her wear it,"
"I slept with Sosuke," Ichigo blurted out.
"Well duh Ichigo you're staying in his one bedroom loft where el- oh... Oh!" Orihime looked down at Ichigo, but he was staring at the t.v., watching the superhero who's name he couldn't remember fought an evil clone of himself. "And?"
"It... it was amazing," Ichigo said.
Orihime nodded. "Well Aizen could only be great, he's had so many lovers he could probably say he's connected to half the city," Orihime said absently rubbing her fingers through Ichigo's hair again. "Are you upset that your first time was with him or is it something else?"
Ichigo rolled over so his face was against her stomach and closed his eyes tightly. "Both," He muttered.
"Why's that?" Orihime asked rubbing Ichigo's cheek.
"I don't know," Ichigo nearly screamed. "I don't know if I'm angry at myself for thinking that it'd be more, or at him for making me think that," Ichigo muttered. "I mean, I should've known. Sosuke's nothing but a bachelor and it's not like I'm anything special. I think I just.... never mind," Ichigo rubbed his temple.
Orihime sighed. "Just rest," She said. "Can I get you anything?"
"Painkillers would be great," Ichigo muttered.
"Alright, I'll be right back," Orihime said slipping from under Ichigo's head and going down the hall. She came back a few minutes later with a glass of water and a few pills which Ichigo took gratefully. "Wanna crash in my room? I'll get you some of my brother's pajama pants to sleep in, or I'll see if a pair of yours are still floating around her somewhere,"
Ichigo nodded numbly and followed her into her room and flopped on the bed. Orihime left him again and Ichigo tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable again, but was unable to.
When Orihime came back Ichigo felt like screaming. "Your sisters are staying at a friend's place for a sleepover or something. They are staying the whole weekend and going to school from there on Monday, so you won't have to think of something to say until Monday afternoon. When I get off work tonight, I'll drive you to your apartment and you can stay there if you'd like. I'll still watch your sisters," She said as Ichigo changed.
They'd known each other for a long time, and had seen each other naked before so it was not uncomfortable for them. Ichigo crawled under the covers.
"Thanks Hime," Ichigo muttered and Orihime smiled.
"Someone's gotta be your mom Ichi," She said. "I'll let you sleep now," Orihime left the room and Ichigo rolled over again and soon fell asleep, but it was fitful.
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End of Chapter Seven
Oh god! I swear there is something here that hates me! First my computer starts crapping out, so I go to get it fix, when I get it back My muse ( Fifi the homicidal pixie) decided to go on vacation to Jamaica to meet Mary-J. (not cool, she didn't bring any back .) And now I've got another problem. My dogs decided now would be a good time to eat, and yes I said EAT my power cord. And the only reason my laptop isn't dead at this time is because my cousin who has the same laptop as me, is visiting and allowing me to use his. So yea, I don't know what/who I pissed off (not like I've been trying) but it's a pain in my ass. I had a warranty to cover fixing my laptop, but I don't think said warranty covers dogs eating the power cord. I'm used to my muse running off for unknown limits of time, but usually she's better about getting me back to work, and right now she's not.
So what I'm trying to say is that I might have to take another break until I either get another power cord or something. I am so sorry for all this crap that's been going on. (It's completely Fifi's fault, she upset the Voodoo) I promise that when this has all blown over, I'll make up to you, but I don't get paid again until the 23rd of this month and even then I don't know if I can afford to replace the power cord, but I will try.
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