The Dining room in the Laaarge Castle…
"I am aware that Ichigo is here." Aizen's smooth voice swept around them. "Take your paw off him Grimmjow." Aizen flicked the jabbing hand away. "Ichigo, finish your meal, I will deal with you later."
Ichigo expression of panic, spread a smile across the sixth face. He crossed his arms and looked at Ichigo with a smug grin.
…
Aizen felt aware of Ichigo's unease as they walked silently from the dining rooms into their suite. They walked past the usual baskets of washing, today there were two instead of the usual one, but it didn't occur to Ichigo what was going on until it was too late. Ichigo noted the rooms had been cleaned whilst he was gone. It seemed almost clinical now, but it didn't look finished. The cleaning hollow stepped out of the bathroom his trolley full of the usual items they cleaned with.
"Wait." Aizen ordered the creature and it stood awaiting its command to leave.
"Ichigo…" Aizen turned to him instead. "Remove your clothes." The tone was not one Ichigo ever minced with. He put the child down and looked nervously towards the hollow who didn't seem intent on giving him some privacy in his own rooms.
He stripped down to his underwear and with a beet red face removed that too. The hollow took the items and placed them on his trolley. Aizen followed the hollow to the door and securely locked it.
Ichigo had made his way to the closet and opened it to find it empty.
"What?" He said his unease at being naked forgotten momentarily.
"They have been removed." Aizen said coldly. "I have had the room stripped of anything you could use as clothing."
"What!" He turned around startled. "Are you kidding me!"
"No. Ichigo I do not find this a joking matter. Indeed when I found you, you were engaged in a precursor of a fight with Grimmjow. It is purely for situations like that that the measure was required. Without your clothes you will not be able to leave the rooms. Would you prefer that I bind you to our bed?"
"For how long are you going to do this?" Ichigo tempered his responses these days and facing an angry Aizen wasn't a time to challenge him at all. He was just waiting for it to boil out to the surface. Maybe if he could placate him somehow. He wished for something anything to hide himself from the mans gaze right now.
"Until I see fit."
"I am sorry Sosuke-sama that I upset you." He lowered his voice to a submissive one and looked down at the mans feet.
"Why then do you test my patience so?"
"I truly did not intend to, we were hungry." Aizen noticed the slight tremble to the boy as he took his chin his hand. "Sosuke... I promise I won't leave the rooms again… Being naked like this…"
"Suits me just fine." Aizen finished his sentence for him and kissed him on the lips softly. "Its for your protection Ichigo that I have to treat you like this. When you have pleased me sufficiently, I shall reconsider."
Everywhere that Ichigo went for the next few weeks seemed to mean that he had to sleep in the bed that had no covers, or that Aizen was a hairs breath from him, causing him to run into him or just brush against him. He made no allowance for the sickness Ichigo was suffering or his dignity by calling all his meetings in the suite and letting the boy wake up each time a group of leering Espada. The humiliation was just as he wanted it to be and Ichigo felt himself drowning further inside himself.
"Ichigo." Aizen sat on the sofa reading his book and looked down at Ichigo who's head was nestled on his lap. The powerful man stretched along the sofa's length, Ichigo's body between his legs just resting. The boy certainly had no idea the affect that his constant naked body was doing to him alone, never mind the way his fingers were tracing along the seam of his pants. It was a simple thing and Ichigo was not even aware of what he was doing. For his own part, Ichigo was bored, chilled and so seeking warmth and quite tired having stopped Masaki pulling out all the lower shelves of books for goodness knows how many times today.
"Erm?" He adjusted his head as Aizen stroked the tendrils of red hair leaning against him. He stilled instantly feeling the mans erection press through his against his cheek.
Again?
"Please me." He ordered. Ichigo sat himself on his elbows and stroked on hand across the strained fabric. Aizen let his head fall back against the arm of the sofa and breathed out a long pleasant sigh. Ichigo tugged on the sash and slid the waist of the trousers down just enough to free the upright erection. With tentative movements Ichigo slid his tongue down its length and nipped at its bases gently. A guttural moan escaped Aizen's lips as Ichigo slid the length into his mouth, flattening his tongue to take the full length to the back of his throat and using it to coax a firm grip around the shaft. Aizen shuddered his hips upright and pressed Ichigo's head down. He bucked and rode the boy like a navie too suddenly wrapped up in the fire in his groin. Ichigo snorted air through his nose frantically and turned his mind away from choking. "Sit on me!" He cried out already too close to coming. Ichigo let his legs dangle over the side of the sofa and lowered himself down onto the length to sit on his masters lap. Aizen's hips worked him upwards and Ichigo slammed himself down hard, their breathing erratic and horse.
With a muffled cry Aizen released himself into Ichigo and lay there panting harshly for a moment, his limp member twitched inside Ichigo.
"Not enough." Aizen breathed into Ichigo's neck. "Hold yourself Ichigo. Let me see your release."
As ever favouring his right hand Ichigo obeyed and wrapped a hand around his erection and hiding his reluctance, began to pump away.
Aizen admired the boy and his strained face, he looked beautiful, he looked even more fuckable with that lustful expression. The sound of his breath and the motion of his thrusting resonated through his lap and his own erection stirred inside the tight cavern of Ichigo's ass.
Ichigo whimpered as he felt the fullness returning. Aizen grinned as a knock on his door sounded. Ulquiorra, Stark and Grimmjow stepped into the room. Their amused faces watched the boy rock on their masters lap, whimper and moan as he ground his erection to compliance. He shuddered as his seed splashed up his chest and over his hand. He leant into Aizen's chest as he calmed until the smug laughter of Grimmjow entered his consciousness. Ichigo whipped upright his face only registering shocked embracement.
Oh even more fuckable now. Aizen thought. "Ahh gentlemen, I hadn't forgotten our meeting." Aizen said as Ichigo buried his head in Aizen's haori.
Yet More Months Later…Naked Punishment Over…
Ichigo held Masaki in his arms. She was tired and he spoke to her as if she was old enough to understand all his ramblings. At a year old, she didn't understand at all, but she always appeared content at the sound of his voice. For once he had been allowed a walk outside his room guarded by Ulquiorra.
They were nearing the rooms when Szayel appeared from Aizen's room next door.
"You are to come with me." He said with his creepy smile.
"Why? I thought everything was fine!" Ichigo felt a state of panic rising. He'd endured the tests this morning; his pregnancy with twins seemed to be progressing fine. The sickness was horrendous, but they didn't care about that.
"Aizen-sama is not happy."
"But he said he was! He let me go for the walk because he was!" Ulquiorra had grabbed his arm by now as the teen seemed to rise in his agitation. Outside his room, he did not want to lose his charge.
"One of them is female." Ichigo's eyes opened wide in horror. "He does not wish to have female children." It all made sense all of a sudden. The way Aizen could threaten her life so easily, he never took notice of her unless he was about to crush her skull or strangle her in a fit of threats to get Ichigo to conform. "Ulquiorra will take your daughter. You will come with me."
"NO, I'm not handing her over!" The child began to cry, her fingers clung to the fabric of his haori.
"Your choice human. Either you let her go, or Aizen will kill her. She is already a distraction he does not want to have. Killing her would be no bother to us."
Ulquiorra let go if Ichigo tugged at the child's waist as Szayel clipped the restraining bracelet around a resistant wrist.
"NO, DON'T DO THIS… DON'T TAKE HER AWAY!" Ichigo screamed. "IF YOU HURT HER, I'LL KILL YOU!" The simple thud to the back of his head saw him crumple to the floor unconscious. The child screamed, thrashing around in the tight grip that held her.
"What do I do with a child?"
"Take her and put her in that bed thing. She'll wear herself out screaming and fall asleep…" Szayel summoned his subordinates to pick up the body on the floor. "Or failing that, use a sleeping kido."
…
Ichigo woke sore in his bed. He looked around confused for a moment, his mind trying to understand how he was suddenly in bed. A look at his wrists showed the tell-tell signs of restraints, the bracelet gone. His lower back ached and stung as he moved his position.
"You are awake." The voice of Aizen came from the left and he looked at him with a foul stare.
"Masaki?"
"Sleeping. She is quite unharmed." He watched amused as the teen tried to move from the bed, but found he was unable. "We took the precaution of reusing those handy vials of poison that paralyze you. You need to rest. It would be a waste for both of the babies to die." Aizen patted the stomach that as yet barely showed.
"What have you done to me?"
"Merely took away what was not meant to be." He said calmly. "Now I would like you to rest."
"You killed my baby?" Ichigo whispered shocked at the understanding.
"Our." Aizen said.
"How can it be ours when you are so heartless? You are a bastard!" Ichigo wanted to jump out of the bed and sink his fists into that smug bastards face. He wanted to tear him limb from limb. "You even hate Masaki don't you!"
"It is not possible to hate something you care nothing for. I simply feel nothing towards the child."
"I want her. I want her here now!"
"As you wish." Aizen nodded and made a move towards the adjoining room.
"I wish! I wish to be let free. I wish to get out of this fucking hole and go home." He screamed his eyes welling up and tears splattering his speech. "I hate you!"
The slap was harsh but Ichigo looked defiantly at the man who dealt it. He didn't wipe the blood that dripped from the cut lip or remove his hair that whipped into his face. "I will beat it out of you if I must Ichigo. You will love me. You will adore me and worship the ground I step upon." Ichigo's breathing hitched in fear as the man violently discarded the bed clothes. He was naked from his dealings in the labs and Aizen smiled his lust full gaze sliding up and down the helpless form.
"Here." He touched the tender belly and Ichigo winced. "You hold the life of OUR child. Just think of the torment that losing them both would cause you? Not emotionally because you failed, but because of the pain and torture I can put you through as punishment for losing it. Submit and the child lives. Struggle and you independently cause its death."
"Keep your hands off me."
"Ulquiorra will look after that abomination you named after your mother. You will rest until the safety of this baby is assured."
"So get your filthy hands off me."
"Sex does not in itself harm the child Ichigo. So long as there is no undue pressure or violent acts, this child is protected well inside you. I am merely trying to relieve you of your distress." He spoke as he climbed on to the bed over Ichigo's legs. He slid his hands up the teen's thighs and bent to take the soft member in his mouth. Ichigo shook his head and whimpered. He didn't want this. Not like this. Not after losing the little girl.
Aizen's hands however knew how to arouse the teen and soon the erection was stiff in the suckling mouth. His sacs were teased and his entrance, however sore, ached to feel pleasure. Aizen smiled as Ichigo's panting showed how aroused he was. He slid his tongue around the opening slit, nipped it gently with his teeth and then let his tongue trail down the sides. Warm moist lips fastened around the entire length as his finger caressed inside him. He found the spot he needed, causing Ichigo to bow his back letting out a strangled humiliated cry. The groans were a mutilated mixture of pain, pleasure and distress. It was music to the dictator's ears.
His erection pushed into the lubricated hole and his senses filtered in the pained spasms, the whimpered cries.
Ichigo screamed as his orgasm rose too high.
"Sosuke!" His wet warm fluid lashed on his chest and stung at its pleasure. His penance for enjoying the act caused sobs of distress to pour from his mouth.
Aizen juddered as he yanked himself free to spill his own juice over the teen's chest. Such sweet and subtle torture was just the kind he savoured. Ichigo cried, covering his eyes and Aizen smiled.
The next sensation Ichigo felt was a warm damp cloth wiping him clean. It was an act of devotion in the delicate care it took. Every crease and fold of his skin was washed and cleansed. Soft lips touched his pained abdomen and traced their way up to his broken lips. "Sorry." They whispered. "I love you." Over and over before pulling the distraught boy into the firm powerful chest.
Aizen took with one hand and restored with the other. Such a contradiction was confusing and Ichigo couldn't help but lean into this embrace as he yearned for comfort and knew this was his only source. He was a traitor. A traitor to himself.
"Carrying twins must be an additional drain on you." Aizen spoke. "I only want the best for you Ichigo. You understand that don't you? It's all because I love you. You should not drive me to such lengths to show it too you. You really must learn to accept that I know what's best and just do as I tell you."
Mummies Birthday…
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Ichigo, happy birthday to you!" Ichigo was amazed at the sight of a birthday cake complete with 18 candles carried by Aizen and Masaki following at his heels with a huge grin and piece of paper in her hands. He sat himself up in the bed.
"Dappy Burtday!" Masaki climbed up next to him. "Bdow da dandles!" She smiled widely.
"I would but I can't even see them over this lump!" He laughed at Aizen for putting the cake so low his almost ripe belly obscured the entire thing.
"Help blow the candles." Aizen surprised Ichigo again as he spoke to their daughter and even his laugher at her attempts to blow further than her nose. "All of us together, one two three, blow!" They all blew and the candles all flickered and went out.
"Yeah!" Father and daughter cried out.
"Pidture!" She held her drawing of random scribbles for Ichigo to hold.
"Wow, look at all those colours." He smiled at her. "Thank you honey." She knelt and crept up to give him a very wet sloppy kiss. "You taste of icing!" Ichigo said wiping the slobber from his lips.
"We had to ensure the cake was just right." Aizen smiled to the birthday boy. "The cooks were not too happy that we were there getting in the way."
"You did this together?" He accepted the slice of cake.
"And one bath later, here we are." He sat on the edge of the bed eating his own slice with Masaki sticking her fingers into his slice and removing a large finger of Icing. "I have no idea how you get that sticky stuff out of children's hair. I feel someone else may need to rewash her hair." Ichigo just looked at Aizen with a look of utter disbelief. "Eat! I didn't go to this trouble for you to take only one bite."
"I'm just…wow thank you." Ichigo really felt moved at the thought that went into this. For them to have even done it together was another thing.
"We have the day planned. There is a film to see and a special dinner organised. Plus some much needed pampering to be done."
True to his word, a projection of a film appeared on the white walls a while later, a film Aizen must have secured from the real world. They snuggled up together in the bed. The comedy was good therapy for a beached whale of an expectant mother and Ichigo felt good at laughing that much; the first time for months and months.
The treats went on as Ichigo found himself enjoying a luxurious bath with calming spices and blooms added to the water. Gentle foot massages to ease the acute swelling his ankles niggled from and finally when Masaki had gone to bed an elegant candle lit dinner was laid out for them outside on the balcony. A hollow waited on them as if they were at a swanky restaurant and Ichigo found himself eating many exotic foods from around the world with Aizen giving him a full detailed explanation of their history and origin.
Completely sated from the food Ichigo was happy to be carried back to the bed where he had been residing for the past few weeks on Szayel's orders.
"Here." Aizen handed him two elegantly wrapped presents. "Open them." The first, the larger one, was the missing books from of his favorite author, Terry Pratchett.
These would give him hours of amused reading and occupy the long hours to the arrival of this baby. The second was a necklace; just a simple chain of gold. Its simplicity surprised but pleased Ichigo, given as Aizen was for pomp and ceremony.
"A simple token of my love; something for you to wear and have with you always."
He took the jewel and placed it around Ichigo's neck, doing the clasp up and admiring the expression on the teens face.
"This has been an incredible day."
"Good." He leant forward and placed a gentle kiss on the boy's forehead and turned off the side lamp. "I'll let you sleep now." He got up from the bed and went to leave.
"You're not ready for bed then?"
"Is that a problem?" Aizen always came to bed when Ichigo went to sleep for the night. It was a ritual that they had fallen into.
"Well…"
"Well?" Was he blushing?
"I don't sleep very well if your not here." Ichigo admitted hardly able to keep his eyes on the taller man.
