Warning: the juiciest lemon I've written
Chapter 2:
Five years ago
"It's late, and it's raining. I can't possibly let you go back to the barracks now. You'll get a cold," Aizen said firmly. After returning from a mission, he had invited her to his home to finish their report and have dinner. The house was situated in a forest about 10 miles from the barracks. It was a quaint wooden house with a kitchen, bathroom, living room, office, and bedroom. However, there was a huge backyard which functioned as Aizen's private training grounds.
"Captain, I couldn't impose on you like this," Momo argued. "Besides, it wouldn't be proper for me to stay the night," she insisted with flushed cheeks.
"It wouldn't be proper to let my lieutenant get sick because of social protocol," he countered with a warm smile. He walked over to the small dining area where she sat and put his robe over her, his hands lingering on her shoulders.
"I'll get you some pajamas," he offered before she could disagree. She remained at the table with her tea. He reappeared with a stack of white clothes.
"You can change in the bathroom down the hall," he suggested.
"Thank you," she replied, clutching the pjs to her chest. She went to the bathroom and changed. Since the pants he'd given her practically fell off, she decided to only wear the shirt. Given her small frame compared to his, the wrap style shirt reached her mid thigh. It wasn't immodest, but it wasn't as conservative as her typical clothing. She also let her hair down. Doing a quick check in the mirror, she was satisfied with her appearance.
She went to his bedroom and knocked. He told her to come in. Cautiously, she slid open the shoji door and found him shirtless, only in his pajama pants. She willed herself not to blush. She had seen him bare chested a few times after a particularly strenuous practice, but they were alone in his bedroom. It felt much more intimate than being outside with their colleagues.
She gulped at the sight of his smooth tan skin and well muscled back. However, she frowned when she noticed a newly scabbed wound that spanned the bottom of his left shoulder blade. His skin was red and slightly blistered.
"You're hurt!" she exclaimed. She moved closer to examine it. It was no more than a first degree burn, but it could become infected if it was left untreated.
"It's small, so there's no need to worry about it Momo," he assured her. "Would you mind sealing it and putting some of this ointment on? I can't reach it and would hate for it to get infected."
Momo nodded. "Of course! Can you sit down please?"
He sat on the floor with his back towards her while she knelt behind him. Slowly, she concentrated her energy and hovered a glowing green hand over the burn.
"How did you get this?" she inquired.
"A little training mishap at the academy," he answered.
"I didn't know your calligraphy class could be so dangerous," she remarked.
He laughed lightly. "I was filling in for the kido instructor yesterday before our mission."
"I see. Fire kido gone wrong," she deduced. "If you had shown me earlier, I would have healed you before our mission."
"I didn't want to bother you on such short notice," he explained. She smiled. He was so considerate.
The red skin slowly turned into a fresh pink. She removed her hands and carefully ran her fingers across her work. For a moment, she thought she felt his breath hitch but dismissed it as her imagination.
"How does it feel?"
"A bit tender, but much better," he replied. She opened the small tub of ointment and rubbed a dollop on the healing skin. Aizen sighed with content.
"All done!" she stated.
He turned to face her. "Thank you," he said softly as he moved to caress her cheek. Bespectacled brown eyes bore into hers, glazed over with an unfamiliar emotion.
Suddenly, he pressed his lips into hers. One of his hands cupped the back of her head while the other rested on her thigh. Initially, she was too shocked that her superior was kissing her to respond, but she kissed him back once the nerves faded.
He deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into her mouth, and his hand moving up her thigh. She moaned, and then he pulled away, removing his hands and lips from her.
He exhaled sharply and ran a hand through his brown waves. "Momo, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. As your captain -" he began until she cut him off.
"You don't need to apologize. I wanted you to," she confessed, now looking down at the floor. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that her beloved captain would want her as more than a subordinate. The scholarly man always seemed out of her reach. He was intelligent, kind, and incredibly handsome. She imagined him with someone refined, elegant, and poised like Captain Unohana. She didn't understand why someone as desirable as him would want her, young and clearly inexperienced with men.
He put a finger under her chin to make her look at him. "Are you sure you want this?"
"Yes, but we shouldn't tell anyone what we're doing. I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea." He nodded. While there weren't any rules prohibiting people within the same squad from dating, Momo didn't want others to think she had gotten her position because of her relationship with Aizen. She earned her position through hard work. She also didn't want people to think Aizen was taking advantage of her. She wanted him. "Are you sure?" she countered.
He stood up and offered her his hand. She took it, and he pulled her into an embrace. His forehead rested on hers while his hands took purchase on the small of her back.
"I've wanted you for a while," he admitted. Then, he whispered in her ear, "May I have you?"
"Yes," she murmured. He picked her up bridal style and gently laid her on his bed.
He straddled her and let his eyes roamed her body, paying special attention to her pink lips, flushed cheeks, and toned legs. He leaned down and started kissing her again, but this time he slipped his hand beneath the black shirt to cup her breast. She gasped as his thumb grazed her nipple.
"Has anyone touched you like this before?" he asked, his baritone voice low.
"No," she replied, her breath hitching as his other hand grasped the tie holding the black shirt together.
"Let me know if I should stop," he spoke before completely undoing the robe. Nervous but excited, she tried to stay still as he pursued her body appreciatively with his eyes and hands. He traced the edges of her breasts, the contours of her hips, and the tops of her thighs with his fingers. He buried his face in her chest, teasing the undersides of her pert mounds with his hands while his mouth suckled on each pink bud.
"You're more beautiful than I imagined," he confessed with a half-smile. She was happy that he was pleased, but it didn't quell her nerves. She had never done anything like this, and she was sure someone like him was experienced.
Her eyes met his and fluttered away. She decided to voice her concern. "Captain Aizen, I - I haven't done anything like this, so please just tell me what I should do."
He chuckled lightly. "That's alright. I'll teach you. Lay down and relax as best as you can." She obeyed and relaxed her visibly tense body. She looped her arms around his neck, as he pressed his body onto hers and parted her legs.
Fingers grazed up her thigh to between her legs, parting her lower lips. The sensation was new and entirely thrilling. Continuing his exploration, he commented, "this is where a woman feels the most pleasure."His index finger rubbed the small nub in the center of her pussy for emphasis. "When I can't, you can think of me and satisfy yourself this way," he whispered against her ear. He rubbed her pearl in tight circles causing her to buck her hips.
"Ahhh," she moaned. Her body felt hyper sensitive in every manner. His chest grazing against her breasts and his earthy masculine scent overwhelmed her.
"You can either come by my hands, my mouth, or my cock. Which do you prefer?" He slipped a finger inside of her.
"Mmmm." She was too distracted to answer, much less form a complete thought.
"I can do all three. It'll be a good learning experience for you," he decided as he put another finger in her and slowly thrust in and out of her. She sighed and groaned. Then he began scissoring her. He was stretching her, preparing her for the main event.
He peppered kisses from her sternum to below her belly button. He stopped right above the small thatch of black curls that covered her womanhood. Two fingers parted her, and his tongue licked a long stripe from top to bottom.
"C-captain,"she stuttered, barely able to breath while his tongue probed her. He moved slowly, taking in the sweet taste of her essence for as long as he could. She jolted as if electrocuted when the fleshly organ rubbed her clit. Hands settled on her hips, holding her steady as he continued to delve further into her. Soft brown hair tickled the insides of her thighs.
She looked down between her heaving chest to meet the lustful gaze of Aizen. His brown eyes peered through his long lashes before darting back to his work below. He gently took her clit between his teeth and sucked. Then, two fingers slid into her, pumping in and out. Momo felt a fire growing in her lower belly that threatened to burn her at any moment.
He felt her pulsing around his digits as she got closer. His fingers got faster, and the suction of his mouth became stronger. Finally, the coil in her belly released, and strong vibrations of pleasure wracked her body. She arched her back and cried out as her body shook. After a few moments, it ceased, and her body relaxed.
Aizen situated himself above her with his hands next to either side of her face. He admired the lovely sight below. Momo's body was on full display for his appreciation. Black hair the color of midnight strewn against the white sheets. Her petite but firm breasts moving with every labored breath. Her small waist leading to her toned stomach and slender hips. Finally, her tight slick sex that he couldn't wait to feel around him.
"Would you like to continue?" he asked, completely unfazed by their compromising situation.
"Uh, huh," she affirmed. He removed his pants while she watched wide eyed. It was no surprise that a high ranking officer like himself had a fantastic physique, molded and refined through centuries of training.
She took stock of his muscled abs, strong arms, and powerful legs. Her eyes went wide when they fixed on his thick protruding manhood. It looked smooth yet hard like steel. She turned bright red. She had never seen a grown naked man before.
He leaned down so that his cock was flush against her stomach. Her breath stopped as he positioned himself to thrust into her. Slowly, he lubricated his tip against her weeping slit and groaned at the delicious contact.
He looked up at her and caressed her thigh.
"Ready my dear?" The calm and gentle gaze she recognized returned, and she knew that this was the right decision. There was no other man she trusted more or wanted than her Captain Aizen.
"I am," she answered with a serene smile. He gradually entered her, careful not to hurt her. He sucked in his breath as her body consumed him. Feeling her tense up a bit, he stroked her black tresses.
"You're doing so well Momo," he encouraged with a warm smile.
Now fully sheathed inside her, he waited a few moments to let her adjust to his size. Her chocolate brown eyes looked up at him while she held his face in her hands. She couldn't believe what was happening. He was making love to her. He knew her in a way no one else did.
Experimentally, she bucked her hips. "Like this?"
"Yes, just like that," he affirmed. He responded by thrusting in and out of her, gaining a steady pace. He reveled in her tight passage which was wet just for him.
He leaned down to capture her lips and pressed his toned torso against her breasts.
"Mhmmmm," she moaned.
"Wrap your legs around me," he instructed. She wrapped her legs around him with some help from his hands, completely closing the distance between them. She whimpered at the intense sensation and clawed at his back.
He rested his head in the crook of her neck as he increased his pace. "Momo," he cruned, his voice low and raspy. Hearing him say her name so intimately only increased her pleasure. She tilted her hips upward, so her clit rubbed against his chest with every movement. Her body became hot again, but it felt like she would explode instead of burn.
Suddenly, he grabbed her buttocks and pulled in with every thrust to increase the force and speed. "Captain," she yelped. With every snap of his hips, she got closer to the edge, her sex quiverring. After an especially forceful thrust, she released and he followed suit, his seed filling her. It felt even better than her first organsm since she could feel his own release, and she knew he felt hers.
He pulled out and laid next to her. He wrapped an arm around her waist prompting her to lay her head on his chest. "You were wonderful," he complimented, pressing a kiss to her temple. She beamed at him, grateful for his praise. "Thank you. You were," she momentarily stumbled to find the right word, "perfect."
Looking back, she understood why it was perfect. He had orchestrated everything to make her completely enamoured with him, and it worked. If he could have made it rain, he did. Countless nights together, and she never suspected anything out of the ordinary. In fact, she thought they were getting closer because they were intimate. While his betrayal was immensely painful, what hurt the most is that she fell for a man that never existed. There was never a chance for a happy ending.
She wondered if he manipulated his other female subordinates similarly, seduced them into loyalty and blind admiration. She used to cry often, especially during her pregnancy, when she felt most alone. Her friends were supportive, but she felt like she didn't belong. No one understood her plight.
However, her sad tears became joyful when she held Emiko for the first time. She wasn't alone anymore, and she had a renewed purpose. Aside from her shinigami duties, she would devote her life to her daughter. Single motherhood didn't bother her. She and Emiko had an unbreakable bond as mother and daughter. Emiko was real, not an illusion like her father.
Although, she worried that Aizen could turn her daughter against her because of how he so easily turned her against her friends long ago. He had already taken everything he could from her, but he couldn't take Emiko.
She glanced down at her sleeping form laying across her lap. The moonlight illuminated the luster of her soft brown hair and delicate features.
"What will you tell her?" her captain asked, pushing her out of her deep thinking. They were relaxing on the porch of her house after Shinji came over to do a report. It was common for him to come over to her place to do work so Emiko could be around.
She reached down to stroke Emiko's cheek. "The truth, eventually. I'm afraid she'll hate me for it though," the wary mother admitted.
He scoffed. "She won't. If there's anyone to blame for this situation, it's Aizen. He is responsible for his actions, not you."
Her lips tightened. "We should have never been involved. It was completely inappropriate, and I could have stopped it, but I didn't."
At first, Shinji was shocked when he found out that Momo and Aizen had a physical relationship. While he wasn't surprised that Aizen had manipulated her that way, he was surprised that Momo went along with it. She was a stickler for the rules and seemed like the good girl type. Even though she had never admitted it nor had he asked, he suspected that she had loved him, so she couldn't have denied him.
"But if you had stopped it, would you have Emiko?" he inquired pointedly.
Momo looked down again at her. "No. You're right."
"You don't have to answer if you don't want to, but how long were you and him… um -" Shinji tried to ask, sheepishly scratching the back of his neck.
"Sleeping together? A couple of years," she began. "It started around a year after I got promoted to lieutenant." The blond merely nodded. It wasn't a fling as he had half expected, but then again, Aizen took his time. It was clear that he intentionally used Momo, building up their bond and then betraying her. Still, several years was a long time for someone like Aizen to indulge in such human acts he likely considered himself above.
"Are you going to let Hitusgya try to nullify the contract?" He studied Momo who looked deep in thought.
"Not yet. The first visit went as best as it could. He didn't try to escape or hurt anymore." She sighed and continued, "Emiko liked being with him, so I don't want to keep her from seeing him if she wants to. I know she's only two, but I think on some level she has some sense that they're connected."
People in Soul Society were lucky to have a family member since families tended to be separated by death and seldom reunited. Momo was fortunate enough to have been taken in and raised by her aunt Hana, but she never knew or found her parents. In a way, Emiko was lucky to have both of her parents around, so Momo would give Aizen a chance to get to know Emiko.
"You shouldn't sacrifice your well being though," he argued. He was worried about the psychological toll seeing Aizen on a regular basis could do to Momo. Having Emiko and working again had improved her mental state, but he couldn't tell if it was because it served as a distraction. She had never found closure, and having to see him again could put her over the edge.
"What choice do I have? Emiko wants to see him, so I have to take her," she reminded him.
"The contract says that only one of you has to go. As long as Emiko visits, it's fine."
"She can't go by herself, and Shiro-chan and Rangiku are only temporarily accompanying us," she explained.
"I'll go." Before she could respond, he continued, "Focus on your lieutenant duties and training."
"Captain, I can't ask you to do this. He did terrible things to you, and it'll be a huge inconvenience," she protested.
He shrugged. "He didn't do anything to me nearly as bad as what he did to you. And I'm not asking. I'm your captain. It's my job to look out for you." She gave him a watery smile. While Shinji could be a bit disorganized and lax, he genuinely cared about her. "Besides, I lived with Hiyori for almost 100 years. Emi-chan is much better behaved."
She giggled and wiped her tears. "You better not tell her that or she'll kill you." The blond spitfire and her captain got along as well as oil and water. Their arguments always turned into physical violence.
Shinji sighed. "No matter what I say or do, Hiyori will always bully me."
"I wonder what it would have been like if she was your lieutenant sometimes," Momo mused, putting a finger on her lip.
Shinji had a horrified look on his face. "It'd be awful! We'd argue so much that nothing would get done." He gave her a toothy grin. "And I much prefer my current lieutenant, who is beautiful and kind."
Momo blushed and slapped his arm. He flirted with everyone, so she knew not to take him seriously.
"Owww. I take back calling you kind," he whined, which roused Emiko. Her doe brown eyes fluttered open.
"Mmm, kaa-chan." She pulled herself up. She glanced to her left and saw Shinji. "Hirako-san?" He gave Emi a wink.
"Emi-chan, Hirako-san is going to go with you to see your tou-san from now on. I can't go since I've got a lot of work. Is that ok with you?" Momo asked calmly.
Emiko nodded. "Perfect. Now let's go to bed." She picked up the groggy toddler who waved goodbye to their visitor.
Shinji smiled and ruffled Emiko's hair affectionately. "Night. I'll see you soon." As the lieutenant turned to go inside, he added, "I'll take care of the arrangements with Shunsui."
She nodded and gave her thanks. "Thank you Captain Hirako. Good night."
The next day, Shinji spoke with Shunsui in his office about the new development.
"I figured it would be difficult for her to see him again," he began, releasing a puff of smoke from his pipe. "Nevertheless, if she's comfortable with Emiko seeing Aizen, I see no issue with it. I'll take one of the keys from Captain Hitsugaya or Rangiku for you to have. I'd still like one of them to go with you though."
Shinji bowed. "Thank you captain-commander."
"It's no problem. The poor woman has suffered enough. There's no reason for her to open up old wounds." He leaned back in his chair and set his pipe down on the desk.
"I agree," the blond concurred.
"I'd also like you to report anything suspicious about Aizen to me. We can't let our guard down," Shunsui ordered.
"Of course. I'd like to find out for myself if he's up to something. I find it unusual that he'd request to see Emiko or Momo in the first place. He's never cared about anyone except himself." Shinji knew Aizen never did anything without a reason, so he'd like to know the reason behind his request. Furthermore, he wanted to protect Momo and Emiko.
The older captain tilted his head. "Family is family. I don't recall him having any, so it could be something he has an interest in." He paused to adjust his eye patch. "As for Momo, she's a pretty little thing. Aizen might have thought himself above certain human desires, but he's a man as much as you and I. Otherwise, Emiko wouldn't exist." He chuckled while Shinji nearly rolled his eyes.
"Ugh...sure." No one was as philandering as Shunsui except for his former lieutenant Lisa. He liked to occasionally tease Momo, but he didn't chase after every breathing woman like his superior, and Aizen certainly didn't.
"Enough of this serious talk, how about that visit to the onsen I promised you?" the flamboyant captain asked with a grin.
Behind him, a fuming Nanao appeared. "Don't even think about it. You've got mountains of paperwork to sign off on."
Shunsui gulped seeing her remove her glasses to reveal a glare so menacing that Shinji flinched.
The captain-commander apologized quickly. "I'm sorry Nanao-chan! I forgot. I'll get right on it."
"We can go out another time, captain," Shinji suggested. Shunsui reluctantly agreed and mumbled something under his breath about missing out on beautiful young women.
"What was that?" Nanao inquired with a hand on her hip.
"Just lamenting over how much there is to do," Shunsui responded with his most charming smile. His lieutenant didn't look like she was buying it, but she didn't press further.
Shinji took his leave, eager to return to his quarters for some peace and quiet.