A/N: The beginning of the end? Probably.

Ichigo closed his eyes tight, willing away the honeyed words slipping into his ears, seeping into his mind. They'd been at this for what felt like hours now. Aizen never seemed capable of normal sex—I can have normal sex with this man?—but sometimes he could muster up some semblance of normalcy, giving Ichigo a chance to enjoy the ride, regardless of the psychological complications.

Today was not one of those days.

Aizen had strolled into his room without a single word and bent him over the bed, pressing his face into the covers as he roughly tugged off the other's clothing. Ichigo tried to help him along the way, if only to try and maneuver into a more comfortable position for his neck. The older man pressed into him without a sound and, suddenly, Ichigo was very glad he had a mouthful of sheets. The man inside of him burned and ached, making him hyper-aware of every little kink and prickle of pain in his body.

He grunted when he began to move, sliding in and out with a deliberate slowness.

This was still normal, all things considered. It was when Ichigo's vision of the room began to slip that things took a turn for the bizarre. He thought at first it was a dizzy spell brought on by his physical stress. When Aizen breathed heavily, an aborted chuckle, Ichigo realized otherwise.

Aizen's thickness inside felt even more uncomfortable, the aching pressing up into his lungs. There had to be something else in him—his fingers? But they were there, firmly pressed into the bones of his hips.

"You haven't asked about them, Ichigo," his voice was in his ear, impossibly close. Ichigo looked over his shoulder, vision hazed, at Aizen. He thought he could make out that trademark smirk, but the man was nowhere near his ear.

"I-"

"Don't you want to know about them? Surely, you're curious." A thrust here, sharp and painful, but he didn't feel Aizen move within him. "Would you like me to tell you about them?"

Ichigo shook his head in the sheets.

"Are you going to live in denial?"

Ichigo laughed, short and wheezy. "I-I'm in denial? You're the one who can't get enough of me and act like I'm under your c-control. Face it, Sousuke, you're head over heels."

Aizen leaned over, his clothed chest pressed against Ichigo's naked back. His breath was back in his ear, aroused and amused.

"I won't argue that, Ichigo." He pressed a kiss to the back of his ear.

Ichigo swallowed down the bile.