((Alright, obligatory lemon warning.
THERE BE SOME BOMB-DIGGITY BOW CHICKA WAH WOW IN DIS SHINDIG.
And yes, I put that at the top of every lemon chapter that proves important in some way. Enjoy, and recall that in the next chapter, the choo-choo for Angstytown is boarding. That's the plan, anyway. And in case anyone cares at all, I'm going by memory of Aizen's personal quarters from the night when she stayed with Aizen, the night before he faked his death. If I screwed anything up, let me know. And I'm also horrifically self-conscious about my lemon scenes, so if I suck let me know so that I can get better.))

Their kissing didn't stop from the moment he shut the door behind them, having to let her down to lock the door. Ichimin kept a firm hold on him, only breaking for the occasional breath before they were together again. The door was locked and she was pressed against the nearby wall while simultaneously knocking a few things off of a small table nearby, driven mad by the sensations and how he was everywhere to her. Aizen was all she could see, all she could feel. All she could taste.

"Aizen..." She sighed, after they broke for breath again. She was immediately swept up and in a flurry of movement, dropped with a soft plopping noise onto the futon across from the desk. The white Captain's haori covering her, she couldn't recall when he'd put it back on her, was pulled off and tossed aside as Aizen kneeled above her, spending a moment to take in her appearance. Her cheeks were flushed, and her breathing was heavy. Good; she was obviously at his mercy at the moment. And at that moment, she was staring up at him with half-lidded eyes, waiting for him to resume. No use in keeping her waiting.

Ichimin saw as Aizen leaned down close to her again, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist as he pressed against her to resume the deep kisses. His glasses kept getting in the way and so she pulled them off of him, haphazardly tossing them aside to resume the threading of her fingers in his hair. She loved it, and dimly realized that she couldn't actually clearly remember any sexual encounters before this. Oh right. She'd been wasted. That probably explained it succinctly.

Aizen moved to kiss along her jawline, and Ichimin turned her head upwards as he did, and he moved over her throat to kiss her collarbone that had been exposed from the tearing of her uniform in her earlier sleeping. She loosened her hold around his waist as he pulled back enough to lay his hands along the bottom of her shihakusho top, waiting for the go ahead. She adjusted herself a bit, nodding to him to show that she was ready. At the go ahead, Aizen undid the top and pulled it off of her, which was exceedingly easy considering that it was torn in the first place. She was bared to him a second time that night, though in this time she was blushing much harder than before and obviously embarrassed to some extent. Gently he smiled, running a hand over her chest to feel Ichimin stiffen a bit under his touch. It was pleasant to know that she was responsive to this degree of his actions. Slowly Aizen worked, kissing up her stomach and moving upwards to her left breast. A flick of his tongue and she sighed audibly, apparently highly sensitive in the chest area. Moving ahead to gentle sucking, he paid equal attention to her other breast and watched with hidden but great amusement at Ichimin's helplessness under his touch. He could do anything to the woman and most likely, she wouldn't say a word about it. That was good; he would have no problems with her then.

Aizen moved his attentions away from her chest, kissing up to her mouth again and being accepted fully in that respect. She couldn't get enough of him.

"Captain Aizen-"
Ichimin began, before being cut off.
"Call me Sosuke."
Aizen spoke against her lips, and she remained quiet a moment before speaking his name.
"Sosuke."
He was pleased with this, it seemed, because Aizen smiled again and resumed another kiss. Ichimin however felt his hand on her stomach, moving downwards and beneath her hakama. It was a soft pressure on the outside of her underwear, but her muscles contracted all the same at the action.

"May I?"
Aizen requested, and the woman under him nodded with her eyes still closed.
"Yes, Sosuke."

Aizen smiled against her throat as he pressed a bit harder, moving in small tight circles over the area he knew he would get the most reaction from. Ichimin breathed harder, small sighs and moans of his name spurred Aizen on. He could feel a wetness beneath his fingers, but it wasn't quite time yet. He was quite enjoying himself with this encounter; her reactions to him were absolutely priceless. If only Gin could see Kumorigachi now; he would no doubt either be just as amused as Aizen, or be asking them if they wanted a menage 'a trois.

He tugged her hakama down and off, noticing that she must have kicked off her geta and tabi at some point in time earlier. He had done the same. Seeing her only in a pair of thin white panties was empowering to him, knowing that he had torn down the guarded woman's defenses to the point where she would so openly allow him to take her in the most intimate of ways.

Running his hands up her legs, he hooked his fingers under the straps for her underwear and slid them off, dropping them to the side of the futon before returning to Ichimin, noticing that she apparently shaved. Ignoring it, he kissed from her navel downwards, stopping right before the area itself.

"May I?"
He asked once again, reestablishing that he she had complete control. Well, not really, because she nodded just as he knew she would and immediately arched her back as he began. His mouth was like lava; so hot, and it drove Ichimin mad. She bit her fist, attempting to repress louder groans, until Aizen stopped to take her hands and pull them away from her face.

"I want to hear you, Ichimin. I wouldn't want to have to tie you up."
He smiled to show that it was a joke, and Ichimin sort of smiled back and nodded. She grabbed the material of the futon under her, stiffening as he began again with measured sucking directly where he knew she would react the most from. It was amusing to hear how her breath would hitch when he gave a particularly hard suck, or hear her cry out when he would stop for a moment and begin again suddenly. All of a sudden she cried out again and Aizen felt her tighten in climax. Waiting for her to recover and fall into the white haze, he kissed back up to her mouth again and Ichimin oddly noted the new heavier taste masking the tea flavor Aizen usually held. But she didn't dwell on it long, tugging on and pulling off the belt on his uniform that she had nearly hung herself with on her own uniform last night. Aizen assisted her in pulling the top of his shihakusho off, dropping it in some place neither was particularly interested in. He also helped her with his hakama, and she pulled his boxers off herself. No attention was paid on her part to his size; that sort of thing had never been important to Ichimin, really. She just waited for him, and he complied by pressing up against her entrance.

"Are you ready, Ichimin?"
Aizen asked, somewhat huskily. They had moved to where their faces were close once more, and Ichimin held onto his forearms lightly.
"Do it, Sosuke. Please."
A smirk had to be repressed on Aizen's part towards that last word. He moved slowly, pressing in further until he was completely within her, and she was still a moment while trying to adjust. He kissed her jawline again, moving down to her throat. When he came to the scar, however, she froze and he looked into her eyes.

"Don't you trust me, Ichimin? I won't hurt you."
Ichimin looked at him for what felt like an eternity, before closing her eyes and giving a wordless acceptance. He ran his lips across the long scar, gently, and she didn't jerk awy from him but merely remained still. When she looked to him and nodded a bit, he began a slow rhythm of movement, moving from her throat to hover face to face with Ichimin, both of them breathing heavily by now.

"I trust you, Sosuke..." Ichimin sighed, moving her head forward a bit to press her forehead to his. He smiled at this, already beginning to speed up a bit.
"I'm glad; we're this far already. It's a bit of a bad place not to trust me."
She giggled a bit, before her breathing became pants, and she was groaning his name again. Aizen straightened up, now moving in an attempt to find the area that would drive the woman below him insane. Her legs were locked around his waist, and with her hair splayed out across his bedding, her face flushed and her groans in the room, it was as if she were a completely different person than the woman that nearly committed suicide yesterday night.

She suddenly cried out; he had finally found that area and now focused his thrusts there, seeing her writhe under his ministrations being very fulfilling. He himself was nearing climax, and from how loud Ichimin was getting he could only assume the same. He was at a fever pitch, and immediately before he felt her tighten around him and heard her scream his name, Aizen caught sight of what was in her eyes. She trusted him. She cared for him. No...Ichimin loved him. It was a stupid choice, for the former Fifth seat to have staggered drunkenly into his intricate web of softly spoken lies and caring deceit. He now wanted her beside him, and he was going to have her where he wanted her. Ichimin didn't know it, but the choice had already been made and the plans already set up to carry it out.

Aizen reached his own climax moments after Ichimin's, stiffening and closing his eyes to fully take in the sensation of good sex. He leaned forward and brought her into another deep kiss, remaining in that position for a few precious moments before he pulled out slowly and laid next to her spent form, pulling the sheets over their bodies. He brought Ichimin closer to himself, holding her to his chest and she clung to him equally.

"I love you..."
He heard her say quietly, and while she couldn't see him from having her face in his chest, he smiled differently than normal. It wasn't kind and caring and warm. It was of cold humor and plotting.
"Goodnight, Ichimin."

Feeling her slowly begin to breathe slower and deeper, Aizen was spent himself. But before he would allow himself to sleep, his eyes trailed to Kyoka Suigetsu sitting in the corner by his desk. It would be so easy right now. He could be rid of her, never have to worry about Ichimin Kumorigachi again. The chamber of forty four was under the illusion of life; it would be equally easy to have a false Ichimin continue her duties until he faked his own death. Then she could 'die' as he would, and the two 'murders' could be pinned on the same person. It would be so easy.

"..."

Aizen closed his eyes instead, pulling Ichimin closer to himself and drifting off into a light sleep.

((Well, you guys should be happy. I write this up until two in the morning so that I could start on chapter twelve tomorrow, because I'm psyched about it.
Anyway, the plot gets moving again next chapter and the choo-choo comes soon enough. Next time, guys.))