"A trip?"

Ichigo looked up at him questioningly from where he lay, his face pressed against Aizen's chest. Black and white sheets were coiled up around his waist, his hair mussed from long fingers running through orange strands. It was the morning after their confrontation, and they were lying together in the soft dawn sun as it slipped through the blinds. The marks upon Ichigo's skin told of a different type of confrontation which had occurred the previous night, one of a more physical type, his bottom lip swollen from bites, fresh and fading marks marking the tan skin of his neck.

"I thought it might be nice to get away for a few days," Aizen regarded him through long eyelashes and murmured as he stroked his fingers lazily through Ichigo's hair, "while we have the time."

Ichigo looked thoughtful for a moment, head cocked against his lover's chest, front teeth scraping over his bottom lip.

"Okay… Yeah." He smiled, the consideration suddenly gone from his face. "Yeah, that sounds nice."

"Good." Aizen smiled softly as he caught Ichigo's chin with his long fingers, gently pushing up to persuade Ichigo's lips to brush with his own.

And with that they had decided to act upon Shinji's suggestion. It had been as easy as that.

Now it was just two weeks later, the beginning of the autumn break, and they were driving away, windows down to combat the heat shimmering against the glass. They had left immediately after classes had ended and Aizen's tie fluttered in the breeze sweeping in through the open windows of the car. The wind ruffled brown and orange strands as it moved effortlessly through their hair. Ichigo let his head fall back against the headrest of his seat, his eyes closed in contemplation of the wind. Aizen snuck a sideways glance at him as he bathed in the breeze and didn't even bother biting back the soft expression which crossed his face. It felt nice; it felt… right.

The radio hummed out some soft music that flowed over the two of them without really registering. Aizen watched the city disappear in the rear-view mirror as they left the wards of Tokyo behind, the metropolis fading as they headed towards the mountains. They were heading west out to Lake Kawaguchi, to a cabin Aizen owned. How it was that a teacher could afford to keep a holiday cabin by the Five Lakes Ichigo couldn't help but wonder, but he had made a promise to Aizen not to pry too much for information, not until he was ready to divulge. Aizen's trust was hard earned, he knew that, and he would do what he could to deserve it.

And when that day came, maybe he would find the trust enough to tell Aizen his secrets too.

Ichigo sighed softly, enjoying the warmth of the autumn light bathing his face as he stretched out in the seat. He felt familiar fingers intertwining with his own and let his eyes flutter open lazily to regard the man next to him. He smiled, and felt the car get a little warmer.

They arrived there late afternoon, at a small but expensive looking cabin on the shores of the lake with gorgeous views of Mt. Fuji. Ichigo stepped out of the car with the wide eyed look of a city boy, taking in the view of the mountains across the lake. They had driven past the more touristy areas with the holiday cabins, boat docks, hot spring bath houses and climbing base camps. Ichigo's attention had been piqued during that leg of the journey and Aizen realised that this was likely the first time he had ever been to a place like this, perhaps even the first time he'd been out of the city. His stomach tightened a little as he reminded himself how young Ichigo was, only recently an adult and still naive to much of the world. He envied him somewhat for that. If only Aizen had had the opportunity to have been so sheltered things would have turned out so differently, he would have turned out so differently.

He shook his head slightly, sending those thoughts away as he stepped out of the car to wrap his arms around Ichigo. The redhead brought his hands up to grip gently at Aizen's arms and leaned his head back into the embrace. Aizen placed a gentle kiss at the base of his neck, his lips smiling against the skin.

"So, what do you want to do first?"

Ichigo ran his fingers through the warm soapy bathwater as he leant his head against the rim of the bathtub. His legs were folded up in the small bath that belonged to the cabin and he sulked silently.

He had wanted to walk down the road to visit one of the hot spring bathhouses, but Aizen had grumbled at the suggestion. Sharing a public, naked bath with strangers and tourists had not been top of Aizen's activity list for the holiday and no matter of pouting would convince him. Not yet anyway, there was still plenty of time and Ichigo reckoned he could get him to come round. He had gotten rather good at manipulating him, or at least Aizen had been letting him think so.

It felt strange, being here. No-one knew who they were here. They had gone for a walk down by the lake and held hands and nobody cared, nor really noticed. They had gotten a few sideways glances sure, old prejudices ran deep even around here and the age difference was noticeable if not overtly striking, but that didn't matter. Not to him.

At Ichigo's insistence they had wandered down to one of the docks and hired a rowboat to go out across the lake as they took in the remains of the day. They had rowed out to the middle and floated there awhile, Ichigo's head lying in Aizen lap as they watched the sun start to go down behind the mountains. Lying there with his eyes shut there was nothing but the gentle motion of the waves beneath him, the soft slapping sounds they made as they kissed the side of the boat, and those fingers stroking aimlessly through his hair. He wondered if he had ever felt so at peace as he did in that moment, when the world seemed so small and far away from the two of them sitting in that boat.

The bathwater lapped up over his nose as he sunk fully into the water, eyes closed, holding his breath. He floated for a moment, trying to recapture the feeling of that calm as the water enclosed his body.

The last two weeks had felt like being in the eye of the storm, a soft tranquility of time following their argument and all the history that had been dragged up along with it. It was nice to have no conflict going on for once, unsettling, but nice. Trusting someone without full disclosure was difficult for Ichigo, and he could tell that it was for Aizen too. But neither had any desire to push. The truth will out, as always.

Through the echo of the liquid that filled his ears he heard a knocking on the bathroom door. He resurfaced, hair dripping as he remembered how to breathe.

"Come in." He spat water and sunk huffily back into the water to just above his chin, looking up and pouting as Aizen entered the room.

"Good bath?" He enquired, brown eyes racking across Ichigo's body.

"If we had gone down the road we could both have been in the bath." Ichigo grumbled. Aizen just chuckled as he leant against the rim of the bathtub behind him, mussing at Ichigo's damp hair. The redhead felt like sinking back into the water again, his cheeks flushed slightly at his own nakedness with the bubbles beginning to dissipate. It had been about a month and a half since they had started sleeping together, and they been intimate many times since. Aizen had a voracious appetite, and Ichigo soon discovered that he was all too happy to feed it. But he still flushed, still got nervous and silly around him sometimes. Aizen didn't seem to mind, in fact he seemed to find it endearing, but it bothered Ichigo nonetheless.

"That's true, but then we would have to contend with the company of other people." The hand that had been mussing his hair slid downwards, fingers curling along the line of Ichigo's collarbone. "And I'd have to look at you, not being able to touch." Aizen chuckled again, but his voice was heady and serious when he spoke. "I've never been very good at exercising restraint."

Ichigo felt his breath catch in his throat as the hand slid down further. He knew what game Aizen was playing now. His teacher's hand slid beneath the water, still tracing a downwards pattern on his skin. "And there would be all those naked old men, all looking at us. Looking at you." A thumb flicked over Ichigo's nipple, making him hiss through his teeth. Aizen's voice was heady when he spoke, each word slipping from his lips like a dark promise, "I don't like other people looking at you."

"I-I'm sorry." Ichigo sighed softly as Aizen rolled the bud between his thumb and finger. He was playing the game now too, being the submissive. It didn't exactly come naturally to him, but he found it easier to play the part with Aizen. He had the kind of personality that dominated everyone around him without ever saying a word, demanding a quiet, unyielding respect from his surroundings. Ichigo would never submit in an argument or a fight, but during sex it was different. Being like that with Aizen was exciting and, though Ichigo would scarcely admit it, really very enjoyable.

"I don't think you are though love." Ichigo would've protested the pet name if not for the other hand that had joined in now, tracing along the curve of Ichigo's jawline. A nail racked over his bottom lip and Ichigo felt his lips part in a gasp. "I think you like being watched, hmm?" Fingertips moved from his nipples to brush the hair beneath the redhead's waist and Ichigo felt his body stiffen in response. "Maybe we should go down to the bathhouse, let them all watch. Would you like that?"

"No…" Ichigo bit his bottom lip as Aizen teased him with his fingertips. The hand on his chin moved to trail lazily up and down his chest, and the other dipped lower still. "No I don't." Ichigo squirmed beneath his light touches but refused to give up the game. He turned his gaze upwards to lock eyes with his tormentor and fluttered his lashes mockingly, "You're the only one I want."

"Good." Aizen smirked as his fingers closed around the redhead's cock. Ichigo shuddered and gasped at the motion, letting his head fall back against the rim of the bathtub against which Aizen leant. His eyelids flickered as Aizen began to work him, up and down, teasingly slowly. The brunette leant over him, rubbing their noses together as gently and as teasingly as he held Ichigo's manhood. Their lips brushed without any real friction and Ichigo let out a soft moan of frustration at the denied contact.

Looking up into chestnut eyes, he decided to change the rules of the game. He reached up with both hands and laced his fingers in the other's man's hair, pulling him down to meet his lips. They collided and moved over each other in a harsh, messy motion, and Aizen began to slide his hand faster up and down Ichigo's length. His other hand played lazily across Ichigo's chest, fingerpads circling gently around his nipples.

Ichigo bit roughly at Aizen's bottom lip, catching and holding it between his teeth. Aizen responded by twisting the peak of his nipple sharply, smirking against the half-gasp, half-moan that Ichigo slipped into his mouth as he released the captured lip. Ichigo tugged at the collar of Aizen's shirt, suddenly desperate to feel his skin, but the teacher slapped his hand away.

"Please." Ichigo gasped as those fingers squeezed him ever so slightly. "I want to feel you."

"You will." Aizen promised, planting short, sharp kisses along his neck. "Soon. Not now." He bit down and sucked gently on the curve of Ichigo's neck, scraping teeth against tanned skin as his tongue traced the outlines of his collarbone. Ichigo hissed in protest as he slid his hands round the back of Aizen's neck, nestling amongst the soft hair there.

When it came his orgasm rippled through his body like a shock. Ichigo's hands curled into fists in Aizen's hair as he came, tugging on the brown strands harder than he would usually have dared. Aizen held him tightly as his body shuddered, relishing the soft sounds that gasped from his lips as he moaned through his ecstasy.

Ichigo released his grip on the brown hair with a sigh as his eyelids fluttered in the aftermath.

"Come through to the bedroom when you're ready." Aizen hummed as he pressed a soft kiss to Ichigo's temple and released the redhead, shaking off his wet hands as he stood. Ichigo leaned back against the rim of the bathtub and watched him leave, trying to steady his breathing. The water had gone lukewarm now, and was filled with his sweat and seed. Grimacing he struggled out of the bath upon legs that had turned to jelly and toweled himself off, electric sparks still shooting through his veins and up and down his legs.

An idea had formed in his head during their altercation and now it had latched a hold of him. He grinned mischievously as he realised that he knew just how to get Aizen back. Thankfully he had come prepared.

Exiting the bathroom he padded out into the main area of the cabin, leaving little wet footprints in his wake. Their accommodation was compact but luxurious, or at least as luxurious as Aizen ever got. The colour scheme was the same as his flat, all black and white with flashes of red, sparsely yet comfortably furnished. When they had arrived a fine layer of dust had hugged the interior; betraying just how long it had been since anyone had visited. But apparently Aizen had been cleaning whilst Ichigo was in the bath as the dust had now all mysteriously up and vanished. Ichigo scoffed softly as he ran his fingertips along a pristine work surface, his partner really was ridiculously anal.

Still shaking water drops from his hair, he crossed the living area to enter the bedroom.

Aizen had drawn the curtains shut against the soft outside light as it began to slip from afternoon to evening, thick black cloth cutting the room off from the outside world. The soft haze of light that filled the room found its source in wax: short, stubby red candles dotted across the black varnished bedside table and dresser. Their soft flames flicked slightly as Ichigo closed the door behind him.

"Well this is romantic." He raised an eyebrow as he padded over towards his partner, stretched out nonchalantly upon the bed, book in hand. "What gives?" He paused for a moment to rifle through his bag, retrieving something which he slipped behind his back, out of Aizen's view.

"I thought you might like it." Aizen looked up from his book to return his incredulous expression, a slight quirk at the corner of his lips betraying his inner thoughts. Ichigo was fairly sure he was being mocked.

Crossing the final few steps to the bed, Ichigo scowled and pressed a hand to the older man's chest as he made to rise, pushing him back down upon the mattress. Aizen shot him a quizzical look, but complied. Still wearing only a slightly damp towel Ichigo climbed into bed with him, hooking his legs astride Aizen's waist as he did so. The brunette let the book drop from his hands to the floor as he moved to rest his palms against the top of Ichigo's thighs, slipping under the cloth to knead tense muscle.

Ichigo's scowl darkened, and Aizen found his wrists trapped in a firm grip. The brunette shot him a questioning expression as Ichigo pushed his fingers in between his partner's, forming a lattice of their hands as he pushed them back, away from his body. Leaning forward, he ran his tongue along the curve of Aizen's lower lip, seeking an entrance. The older man complied, his lips parting as he sought to taste the redhead's mouth. Ichigo pressed him, the kiss turning deep, aggressive as their tongues swept over each other. The kiss was so distracting that Aizen didn't quite realise where his hands were going until they got there, pushed gently into position by his partner. It wasn't until a sharp click and the sensation of cool metal against his wrist penetrated his senses that his eyes snapped open.

Ichigo moved his head back, sitting back in his lap to regard him with a curious smirk upon his face. Aizen raised an eyebrow as he regarded his right hand, now cuffed to the metal frame of the headboard by a pair of what looked to be industrial grade handcuffs.

"Well," He murmured, his eyes sliding back to Ichigo's. "This is new."

"I thought you might like it." Ichigo grinned wolfishly as he threw his partner's words back at him. His fingers slid along the curve of Aizen's face before dropping down to begin unravelling his tie.

"Where did you get the handcuffs from?" Aizen sounded much calmer than he felt as he slipped his free hand round to caress the exposed skin at the base of Ichigo's spine. The sudden sensation of being trapped did not sit well with him and the feel of the handcuffs against his wrist was making his skin tingle. He had done things like this with Ichigo before, but he had always been the dominant, the one in control. To give himself over to another person was something that did not come naturally to him, and so something that he did not do lightly.

"I have my sources." In fact the handcuffs belonged to Yoruichi, Urahara's wife. She was a Detective with the Karakura Police Department, one which had a bad habit of leaving pieces of her equipment at the clinic. The handcuffs had been one such piece; Ichigo just hoped that his father did not noticed that he had taken them.

Ichigo's heart was hammering against his chest as he pulled Aizen's tie free from his shirt, still unsure how the older man was going to react to all this. If he gauged the situation incorrectly he risked destroying the bond that they had been building. He slid his fingers behind his back, over Aizen left hand where it lay gently stroking against the curve of his tailbone. He took his teacher's fingers in his own and brought them round to press against his lips. He watched a flutter of emotion wash across Aizen's face for a moment as they regarded each other.

"Is this okay?" Ichigo's voice was nearly a whisper as Aizen's fingertips traced the outlines of his mouth.

"It is if it's with you." The brunette nodded. Ichigo moved to catch him in another crushing kiss, sucking his lower lip into his mouth and biting down upon it softly as he guided his hand to the bedpost. Aizen groaned into his mouth as quick fingers used his own tie to secure his other hand. Ichigo sat back again for a moment to admire his handiwork, looking like he was trying to decide where to go from here.

"Now what?" Aizen's signature smirk was tugging at the corner of his lips as he watched the slightly wary teenager regarding him, like he was slightly unsure of what to do with him now that he had him. Ichigo scowled,

"Now you shut up, for once." He hissed as he moved his mouth to the hollow of Aizen's neck, teeth scraping against the skin there. Aizen shuddered as he pulled unconsciously against the bonds, desperate to touch his partner. So this was what it felt like to get a taste of his own medicine; with Ichigo he found that he didn't really mind it.

The mouth trailed a path of soft bites and harsh kisses along his neck, a tongue sliding behind his ear to taste the sensitive flesh there. Thin fingers flew to the neck of his shirt, unbuttoning as they moved down his chest. Aizen couldn't suppress the gasp that escaped him as Ichigo simultaneously bit down on his earlobe and ghosted over a nipple still covered by cloth. Suddenly the thin shirt was too constricting, he wanted those hands on his skin right now. Ichigo let out a soft noise as he complied, as though he was reading his mind. He pushed the cloth over Aizen's shoulders to pool at his arms and lowered his mouth to the brunette's chest. His fingers dipped lower, tracing lazy patterns against the curves of Aizen's abdominals as a hot mouth closed over the raised bud of his right nipple.

Aizen arched his back into the touch, trying to suppress the soft sounds that escaped him against his own will, trying not to expose the hot need coursing through his veins. He bit his lip as Ichigo's tongue rolled over him, teeth worrying the raised bud to a peak as those fingers threatened to drift even lower. Ichigo pulled back to regard him, his copper eyes shimmering with lust in the soft candlelight.

"Don't." He commanded as he flicked the pad of his thumb against the other neglected bud, watching the tremor of need that flittered across Aizen's face. His voice was rough as his tongue flicked out against the curve of his ear, "I want to hear you moan."

Aizen blinked slowly, trying to recall when Ichigo had gotten so commanding, and why he found that so unbelievably sexy. He'd never really taken point on their sexual encounters before, always willing to let the more experienced man lead. Tight heat coiled in his stomach and suddenly he was at a loss for words. He nodded, his mouth dry with want as Ichigo lowered his head once more.

He didn't suppress his voice when Ichigo's mouth closed over his chest and he felt thin fingers trace his arousal as the redhead palmed his crotch through the fabric of his trousers. He felt Ichigo's mouth smirk against his skin as he caught a nipple between his teeth, but didn't really care. Right then he just wanted his trousers off, wanted to feel those strong hands on his aching flesh. He bit his lip, Sōsuke Aizen had never begged for anything in his life but he was coming dangerously close to giving in then. He almost sighed in relief when he felt Ichigo fumbling with the buckle of his belt, popping open the button of his trousers to allow those fingers better entry.

He lifted his hips as Ichigo slid his fingers under his waistband, pulling down both trousers and underwear and disposing of them off the side of the bed. Ichigo's fingers wrapped around his cock and he had to fight the urge to supress the moan that escaped him. Ichigo's eyes never left his as he started to work him. The redhead moved his fingers painfully slowly, that dark gaze focused entirely on the sensations that moved across Aizen's face as he worked.

"Oh fuck, Ichigo." Aizen threw his head back and groaned, unable to take the slow torture. Ichigo knew that he had him then. He had neverheard the eloquent man swear before, he was never at such a loss for words that he had to. He leaned forward to kiss him hard again, giving his arousal one last squeeze before he moved his mouth lower, kissing a trail down the length of Aizen's trembling torso.

When Aizen felt teeth dragging across his hip and warm breath ghost along the length of his arousal he thought he was going to snap. The urge to reach out and touch his partner was overwhelming, he wanted to push the smaller man down upon the bed and fuck him till he couldn't stand. He knew that Ichigo would release him if he asked, but he would not ask. It was his turn to play this role and he could tell that Ichigo was enjoying being in charge for once.

But when the wet warmth of that mouth closed over his length he had to bite his lip to keep from crying out. Ichigo's eyes snapped upwards at the muffled cry and he smirked around Aizen's cock as he relaxed his throat, pulling him deeper into this mouth. He ran his tongue languidly up and down the side of his length as he set a rhythm, pulling back before pushing Aizen deep inside of his wet warmth. His teacher groaned as he pulled against the bonds without even noticing he was doing so. He couldn't even feel the cold metal biting into his wrist under all that hot sensation as Ichigo worked him, pulling back every so often to swirl his tongue along the tip of his erection. The redhead breathed harshly through his nose and swallowed, dark eyes watching the way Aizen threw his head back at the sensation. He brought one hand down to grasp the base of his arousal, moving in tandem with his mouth as he brought the brunette closer to the edge of his orgasm.

He felt the body below him shudder and pulled back, crawling up the length of Aizen's body to press their foreheads together, staring into pupils dark and blown with lust as they both panted. Ichigo's towel had fallen away at some point, neither of them knowing quite when that had happened, and he ground their uncovered erections together. Aizen growled in frustration, he needed to be inside of Ichigo right now and it seemed that the feeling was mutual as Ichigo began fumbling in the bedside cabinet for the lubricant. He pulled back with a small bottle in his hand and leaned in to ravish his partner's lips as he popped the cap open, drizzling a generous amount over his fingers as their lips clashed again.

Normally Aizen would prepare Ichigo but, with his hands bound as they were, that task fell to the redhead this time. He pulled back from the kiss to watch Ichigo's face contort in pain and pleasure as he stretched himself out, ready to take him in, and thought that might have been the sexiest thing he had ever seen. Ichigo's teeth sank into his shoulder and he shifted, positioning himself above Aizen's quivering arousal.

The older man let his head fall back against the bed frame as Ichigo slowly lowered himself onto him, his eyes threatening to roll back as he was enclosed in that familiar tight heat. A strangled groan from Ichigo snapped him back to reality and he realised that his partner was just as tightly wound as he was. He pulled against his bonds uselessly, not caring how he looked right then. He needed to touch him.

Ichigo responded by leaning in to take his mouth as he started to move, pulling Aizen in and out of his body with increasing neediness. Ichigo set the pace, as frantic as it was Aizen knew it must hurt at least a little but the younger man didn't seem to care as he moved above him. His hands grasped at Aizen's shoulders for stability as he balanced there, fingernails digging in hard enough to break the skin every time his thick erection slammed into that place that made stars dance behind his eyes.

Aizen couldn't hold out for long, he had been wound so tightly that he was surprised he didn't snap when he found his release. Ichigo anticipated it, pushing down so that he was pulled deep inside of the waiting body as he came. He cried out and shuddered violently as he rode the waves of what may have been the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced. Ichigo sank on top of him, eyes still dark and body quivering with anticipation. Aizen's gaze pulled him in for a messy kiss as the shockwaves started to ebb and fade.

"Release me." Aizen growled against his lips, his voice rough and dark. Ichigo complied, shaking fingers fumbling with the knots in the tie and the keys in the lock of the cuffs. The moment they were off Aizen rolled Ichigo over onto his back, fingers grasping his still straining erection, working him hard as his mouth assaulted the redhead's chest. It didn't take long for him to come, spilling himself into Aizen's hand with a strangled howl. Their foreheads pressed together as Ichigo shook in the wake of his orgasm, both men panting heavily as they tried to catch their breaths. With one last deep kiss and sigh Aizen rolled off of the smaller body, flopping down on the bed next to Ichigo.

They lay there in silence for a moment, each struggling with fluttering heartbeats and feelings. It wasn't until Ichigo propped himself up on his elbow and leaned in to press a soft kiss against Aizen's lips that the brunette finally spoke,

"No-one's ever done that to me before." He murmured, his voice quiet and amused in the warm flickering light of the room.

"Are you mad?" Ichigo suddenly looked worried, like he'd crossed some invisible line that neither man recalled drawing.

"What?" Aizen reached up to cup Ichigo's cheek in his hand, silently thrilled by the way the redhead leaned into the touch. "No of course not. I'm just... Surprised." More at himself than he was at Ichigo. Surprised that he let someone dominate him. Surprised he let someone get so close that he trusted them to have him at his mercy. Ichigo laughed softly.

"I can deal with surprised." He murmured as Aizen's fingers slipped along his cheek. His eyes danced mischievously as he caught one of those wandering fingers in his mouth, biting down softly before drawing back. "I think we're both going to need to have a bath now."

Aizen just smiled.