She stood before the door, heart pounding and a cold pit of terror in her stomach. She wrung her hands in nervousness, not wanting to go any further but knowing she had to. Closing her eyes, Ichimin Kumorigachi thought back to what had sent her to stand in this exact spot before these doors, and sighed.


"A what?"

Ichimin was in her room, sprawled on her bed, and staring at Ulquiorra as if he were mad. The lachrymose Espada was silent a moment, before repeating himself. "A summons. Aizen-sama wishes to speak with you in private." He told her (yet again). Ichimin stood, already nervously fiddling with her sleeves. Did Gin tell him about her losing an eye? It really wasn't any sort of big deal; it was fixed, and Ichimin didn't blame Grimmjow like she wanted to, and knew she should. Just didn't really feel like it, which was really, really odd. She lifted her eyes then, and noticed that Ulquiorra was staring quite blankly at her, and she hurried past him because he was getting kind of creepy with his thousand-yard stare of the damned.


And now she was here, reaching forward and laying her hands on the doors. If Aizen were expecting her, she probably wouldn't have to knock. Pushing, the doors opened and Ichimin stepped inside, to gape at the room as the doors shut a little too quickly for comfort behind her.

A gorgeously decorated table was in the center of the room, and the very first thing Ichimin stared at was a bouquet of vivid red roses on the center of the table. The color was so intense that it clashed against the white room as a sign of their life, that there was an outside world with sunlight and birds and grass and life.

"Hello, Ichimin. I'm glad you could make it." Aizen's voice attracted Ichimin's attention back to him, in the center of the room. It was a silly thing to say, really; everyone in Las Noches was slave to Aizen, and at his beck and call. Of course she could make it. She could always make it, just like everyone else. Ichimin bowed her head respectfully, as she knew she should.

"I'm sorry for being so late, Aizen-sama. I was a bit...well, nervous." She admitted, hearing him chuckle in response.

"You aren't late, Ichimin. Though nervousness is a bit extraneous; we're good friends, aren't we?"

Ichimin was silent, still too nervous to do much, and definitely not to meet his eyes. "Y-yes, Aizen-sama." She mumbled, before hearing him sigh very gently. "It is customary to meet the eyes of one you speak with, is it not?"

Ichimin raised her head, chancing a glance to see if he was displeased and found him smiling amusedly. She began moving to the table as he waved her over to a seat. She sat down and poured them both tea, nearly instinctually. Her hands were shaking, very slightly.

"Of course, Aizen-sama. It's just...forgive me for saying, but now you're a bit less...approachable." She murmured under her breath, holding out his glass of tea for him. It was more than a bit unnerving to be sitting right across from Aizen, the Lord of Las Noches himself. And despite not wanting to, she could see past the warm smile and through to his eyes, devoid of any sort of warmth. He chuckled a bit, hands still over hers and if anything, closing in a bit tighter on them. "I understand completely, Ichimin." He told her, and she lowered her eyes again with a bit of a vapid smile on her lips. The cup was pulled from her hands and set aside, and before Ichimin could track what was happening, he had her chin tipped up gently and their faces were separated by mere inches. And Aizen continued to smile, though the nature of it and the look in his eyes showed more intent than false warmth.

"Ichimin, didn't I tell you to meet my eyes when we speak?" He asked her in a soft, yet still commanding voice. The table was thin enough for him to hold her there easily, and watch as Ichimin blushed so brightly that it would be incredibly difficult not to notice it. She attempted to speak, but no sound came forth as he waited quite patiently, one of her hands still held in his. With Gin she had been uncomfortable; he had basically molested her, though she couldn't say that the stimuli wasn't pleasant. But with Aizen, it was as if her heart hearkened for him, and his touch felt absolutely electric. It was entirely odd, completely off-the-wall. She hadn't felt anything more than close friendship back in her days conspiring in Seireitei. But now that she thought about it, maybe this incredibly nervous feeling was some sort of...she could only relate it to affection that she wasn't consciously aware of.

She was brought back to her senses by feeling his thumb brush over her cheek, and hearing him speak again.

"Not going to give me an answer?" Aizen queried lightly, before moving her forward gently, even closer. His lips brushed against hers as he spoke, quietly.

"How rude."

Leaning back enough to see her expression, he knew that she must be connecting with feelings of wanting him from the time before he remade her completely, and must have been stunned by them. It was very amusing to see her suddenly be hit by lust she didn't know she had, at the touch of a man she considered far above her in rank and class. Ichimin was finally beginning to speak, and Aizen noted that her breath was gently shuddering as she inhaled and exhaled.

"F...Forgive me, A-Aizen...sama..." It came out in a whisper, and Aizen felt her lean forward to close the distance between them again. At that moment, Ichimin saw him lean backwards to his own seat, letting go of her hand and acting like it had never happened. But as he pulled his other hand away from her face, Aizen trailed his fingers along her jawline and down her throat in feather touches, teasing her a bit for good measure as he returned to acting like it never happened and taking a sip of his tea, offhandedly glancing to the door. Ichimin was left damn near shaking in her seat, a brilliant shade of crimson painting her cheeks. Aizen watched her out of the corner of his eye, saw her pick up her glass of tea with slightly shaking hands and take a small sip.

"Very good tea blend. Very flavorful." He commented, and Ichimin just nodded. "Y...yes, A-Aizen-sama." She managed to sputter out, as he gave her a firm look that read, 'What did I just talk to you about answering me?'. He seemed contented with that answer, and silence reigned for a moment before Ichimin gathered the courage to ask a question of him.

"I-If it's not too much trouble, Aizen-sama...what did you call me here for?" She asked somewhat meekly, and saw him smile slyly behind his glass of tea.

"I merely wanted to ask you if you were doing well in Las Noches. If you were uncomfortable, needed anything, were given trouble by one of the Arrancar..."

She noticeably flinched at that last option, before very hesitantly shaking her head. "I'm doing very well here, nothing I need. Don't worry about me, Aizen-sama." The man who would be God noticed with a slight smirk that she had dodged the question entirely, just to avoid lying to him. Her tea and his were finished with very miniscule small talk, as Ichimin very slowly calmed herself down again. Aizen dismissed her, and stood by the table as she stood as well.

"Thank you, Aizen-sama." Her voice betrayed her disappointment with the very small amount of contact that had left her unsatisfied, teasing in the way that Ichimin couldn't tell if he was just playing with her or not. Aizen gave her a slight nod and she turned away, heading towards the door. In truth, she was disappointed. The actions had left her completely defenseless, yes, but the odd, alien reaction to his attentions was something she didn't dislike. Just confused her, wasn't unpleasant in the least.

As she reached for the door, a hand caught the wrist that wasn't reaching for the door and Ichimin found Aizen to be holding her wrist. Ichimin's breath caught in her throat as she was tugged back and pulled against him near fully, an arm around her waist and his hand on her hip held her to him without chance of escape. He still had her hand caught as well, though it was limp in his grip as shock flooded her face again. His face was leaning into hers again, very little distance between them.

"What's the matter, Ichimin? You seem a bit...disappointed." His breath was hot on her face as he spoke, and a sinful smile was on his lips. Ichimin let out the breath she had been holding, as it brushed along his face.

"N...No, not at a...all..." She murmured, very softly, while her hand happened to close very gently around his. He raised it, laying her palm on his cheek and watched her closely. Ichimin very gently brushed her fingers along his skin, tracing the contours of his face with something Aizen recognized (and highly enjoyed) as reverence, near godlike awe. Then again, to her, he was like a god in human flesh.

"Are you sure?" Aizen asked her, leaning in even more and pressing her against him completely. After a moment, her fingertips ghosted over his lips and trailed along his jawline. She seemed conflicted, confused. And her eyes were hazed over in lust, while the combined heat between their bodies pressed together wasn't helping her keep control of herself. He waited, and whenever she wanted to lean forward in an attempt to kiss, he would lean back only enough for her to never gain the contact but keep a teasing distance between them.

"I...I want..." Ichimin mumbled without really comprehending what she was saying, as he gently tipped her chin up to just nearly close the distance between them and watched her with either a seductive smile or a very slight smirk.

"What do you want?" Aizen asked her quite simply, and Ichimin murmured out an answer. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that. What is it that you want of me, Ichimin?" He repeated his question, and she finally breathed out an answer against his lips that he could hear.

"You."

And with that he closed the very small distance between them in a kiss, feeling her hand flatten on his chest, over his heart. Her mind swam, incapable of focusing on anything other than him, how warm he was, the feeling as she moved her free hand to run through his hair, and what it felt like when he ran his tongue along her bottom lip and she parted them. He was very dominant in her mouth, or maybe it was just because she was incapable of doing anything at all, really. And he tasted sweet, like the tea they had both been drinking not five minutes ago.

It was absolutely wonderful to see how much a success his plan had been to make Ichimin more content with her life here, with having any sort of attention from him at all. Aizen was more than certain that she would've been extremely content with helping warm his bed at that moment, as the real memories hidden away only rose the love she held, and not the bitterness. This was only compounded when Ichimin raised a leg and set it around his waist, pulling him even closer against her. He tugged her hair as he ran his hand through it, and instinctually she tipped her head back a bit and gave him a better angle. Gently he broke the kiss, seeing her eyes hazed over in desire with satisfaction.

"Who do you serve?" Aizen asked her in a satisfied, knowing tone as he trailed a hand from her hair and against her neck, gently.

"You." Ichimin mumbled, keeping a good hold on him.

"Who do you worship?" He murmured against her skin, brushing his lips down her throat to feel her shudder.

"You." She replied in a near groan, closing her eyes.

"Who is your God?" She felt him tug down the zipper of the front of her shirt, very slowly and brushing his fingers along her newly-exposed skin as he did, stopping just above leaving her topless.

"You." Ichimin sighed, backstepping as he pressed her against the nearest wall and very suddenly and simultaneously gave her a hard nip on her exposed shoulder and gave what felt like a hard thrust against her, getting a pleasant gasp in return and her nails digging in tightly into the material of his white coat and his back. She arched her back as much as she could against the wall, her neck craning back and giving him more access.

"And tell me Ichimin, proclaim who you desire."

She didn't speak for a moment, and he gave her a hard grind in punishment for not responding quick enough. He ran his tongue up her neck as she gave a loud moan because of it, deciding that now was a good time to answer.

"You, Sosuke!" Ichimin had no idea why she had randomly called him by his given name, when they weren't as close of friends as he and Gin were, and this was the first time he had ever done something like this. He didn't seem to care about it at all, and in fact, it seemed to be exactly what he had been looking for.

"Do you want me?" He already knew the answer, but no harm in some teasing as she gave a slow nod and murmured out something like a 'yes'. Aizen smirked just a bit, pulling Ichimin up into his arms. After going this far, it would be just cruel to leave a woman without satisfaction. And she was so eager, too. Sure, all she had towards him at the moment was lust, but since this little encounter, he predicted that all her old positive feelings would return as well, and he would have the old Ichimin's affection with none of the disadvantages of her being so difficult to control. He leaned down to speak against her cheek, slyly.

"Well, I suppose I could make the time. If you insist so very much, of course." Aizen murmured against her skin, and in a few shunpo, was at the bedroom door. Opening it, Aizen disappeared inside and shut the door, Ichimin in tow.


"Holy shit, you see those tits?"

"Yeah, pretty fuckin' nice."

Nnoitra Jiruga and Grimmjow Jeagerjaquez were kneeling on a bed in somebody's room, staring through two holes in the wall (Zanpakuto shaped, oddly enough) at the scene happening in Aizen's bedroom. The only problem with watching pretty damn nice real-life porn was that he didn't have anything to fuck.

A glance was paid over to a distracted Grimmjow. And with a sadistic grin, Jiruga pinned the Privaron down on the bed and began jerking at the former Sexta's hakama, to the other's loud swearing, and violent fighting.

"Get the hell off of me, you sick fuck!!"

"Shaddap bitch, we're gonna do it my fucking way!!"

Grimmjow fought, kicked, bit, punched, and Nnoitra did the exact same thing. They rolled off the bed and onto the floor, Nnoitra set on rape and Grimmjow set on not being raped, and goring out Jiruga's other eye in the process.

"I'll fucking murder you in your sleep!"

"Stop fucking squirming, you little bitch!"

They fought hard, and relatively loudly, Nnoitra almost having his goal-

"Well, ya two look like ya havin' some real fun, eh?"

Both Arrancar looked up to see none other than Gin Ichimaru leaning against the doorway, smiling as sadistic as possible. They both froze for a moment, before Jeagerjaquez took advantage and kicked Jiruga in the face before flipping onto his feet and sonidoing to the door, past Gin and as far away as possible while swearing at the top of his lungs about a psychotic fucking bastard. Gin was staring at Nnoitra as he stood, now giving the same glare at him.

"Di'n know ya were into that."

Nnoitra shrugged, walking quickly past him.

"Any port in a storm." He muttered, already sonidoing after Grimmjow as Gin walked in the room sighing. As the door shut, Gin thought he heard the yowl of a certain former Sexta getting pinned up against a wall and then cut off suddenly, and Ichimaru shrugged it off with a sigh at looking at his bed and hearing what was going on in Aizen's room.

"Jiruga tries to rape Jeagerjaquez in my room, and on my bed, no less. I'll have to get them back for that one. And damn it all, those two're at it again. Loud as hell." He muttered the last part, getting ready for bed.