Opening my eyes, I look up at Aizen. The seductive smile of assured power plays along his mouth as he smugly looks down at me. He looks to Ichimaru and gives a nod of assent, tossing the end of the obi to him.

The movement releases my arms from above my head and my limbs scream out in protest as the blood rushes back to the muscles.

Ichimaru immediatly pulls out of me and leans back on his knees. Picking up the end of the silk sash, he pulls on it, bringing my arms to him and raising me off of Aizen. Ichimaru gets off the couch and turns, walking to the raised platform bed across the room, pulling me behind him by way of the silk. I trip along behind him, stumbling as the intense tingling of muscles reawakening cause me to grit my teeth from pain.

Stretching out on his side on the divan, Ichimaru pulls me to him. Laying on my back beside him, I turn my head to watch Aizen, as Ichimaru lets his fingers play. I feel Aizen inside of me still, the connection within me is so strong. He is returning to the couch from getting a fresh cup of tea. As he sips at it, he looks at me over the rim of the cup and the satisfied smile in his eyes causes a twinge deep within my soul.

Ichimaru's fingers move to the knot at my wrists and releases them. With a sharp intake of breath, the blood hastens back into my numb fingers. I snap my head to look at Ichimaru, questioningly. He massages my fingers with his own, waiting for the warmth to return to them. He is looking at my hands while he works, but all of this has surprised me and so I am watching him, looking for some sort of reason for these actions of his.

"Better?" he asks

I nod slowly, Distrust plastered all over my face. He smirks in response and raises himself above me. Lowering his head to my neck, he slowly moves my legs open with his knees. I squeeze my eyes shut and gather fistfuls of the sheets in anticipation of Ichimaru entering me, but nothing happens. A quiet voice in my ear asks,

"Relax, the worst is over now, ne?"

His silky hair tickles my cheek as he moves beside me. I can smell the scent of him in it as I turn to look at him. But he buries his face further into my neck and as the warmth from his breath spreads from my ear to my neck, one of his hands gently strokes my neck, before moving into my hair and soothingly smooths my tresses. I relax the tiniest of amounts as he begins to lightly kiss my jawline. He moves down to tease my collarbone with his lips as I loosen up a bit more. His hot mouth moves even farther south and I arch slightly under the wet warmth of him.

The feeling of my nipple in his mouth makes me shiver, repeatedly.

The gentle nipping at my breasts makes me quiver, repeatedly.

By the time he comes back up to my ear with his skillful tongue, Pleasure and Lust have very happily taken control of me.

"Better?" he asks again.

I nod slowly, Desire plastered all over my face. He smirks in response as he slowly pushes into me. He breaths in sharply as my tightness gives way to warmth enveloping him and as he moves within me he continues to stroke my hair. I close my eyes letting a small moan escape as he slowly pushes against sensitive flesh. He wraps his strong arms under and around me, gripping my shoulders tightly as he begins to thrust into me deeply. He again buries his head into my neck, as we both breathe together matching each time he enters me. He takes one of my hands and wraps it up onto his back, wanting me to hold him. As he lights fire onto the skin of my neck with his mouth, I voluntarily raise my other hand up to hold onto him. And for a short while, we move together, in synch.

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Ichimaru raises above me onto his hands as he continues to thrust. I have long since lost myself in the waves of Pleasure and I don't even notice the shift.

His hands move to tighten around my neck as he plunges into me over and over. My eyes fly open in shock. I reach up trying to remove his hands, I grab at the bands of steel locked around my windpipe, I try to breath, but to no avail.

Fear and Unfairness are screaming at me that he betrayed us.

Analytical sits there unsurprised.

I see spots as my vision starts to darken. As my hands scrabble at Ichimaru's trying to dislodge his grip, I croak out

"But you said….you…said….I w…would survive …"

Ichimaru's hands bear down onto my throat more and his grin widens.

"Its not personal, lil miss 18, jus' training"

I have gone from having the time of my life to fighting for it.

My vision has gone black around the edges and Survival is hollering for reinforcements.

Rage and Anger snap their leashes and coming rushing to answer the call. Adrenaline joins them and the three of them release the Hollow within me from its cage.

As Adrenaline surges through me, I slip my knee up from under Ichimaru's leg and my Hollow roars in defiance as I jam my knee into Ichimaru's ribs and feel the crack of bone. He grunts at the pain and shifts to the right. My hands punch at the junction of his left elbow, his arm bends in a natural reflex and loosens the pressure on my neck momentarily, giving me a chance to gasp for air. With Ichimaru off balance a bit, I shift my right leg up to again attack. He whips his left hand off my neck to block my incoming knee. The Hollow growls and I lash my hand out at him with my nails at the ready, but he whips his head back to avoid my claws. Ichimaru rears back releasing my throat and I miss his face, but leave four long scratches down his chest as I gag at trying to breath fully again.

Ichimaru looks down at the blood welling up on his chest, as my chest heaves with the effort of breathing. The feral smile that slowly creeps across his lips raises the hackles on the Hollow within me. He looks at me and as I see his blood red eyes flash open for the very first time. My Hollow stares back, unwilling to back down.

I heave my hips to try and roll out and escape, but he rocks back, riding the move and keeping me pinned. This time when I try it, I whip my leg up as he leans back and I catch my foot around his neck and pull. The move makes Ichimaru rock back far enough that I flip my upper body over and I push up and climb out from beneath him. I grope wildly, attempting to crawl across the bed away from him, but I feel his hand clamp down on my ankle and he pulls me back to him. I snap my head around to look at him over my shoulder, at the same time I kick my free foot at his face. He blocks it and clamps his other hand around that ankle too. I scrabble for purchase in the sheets, clawing for some way to stop from sliding towards him. He yanks both of my feet towards him and falls heavily onto my back. The wind gets knocked out of me, since my breathing is still labored and I can feel the stickiness of his blood on my back.

"Oi, we can do it this way if yo' prefer"

His hands move to adjust my hips as he keeps me buried in the sheets with the weight of his body. I turn my head to the side so as to be able to gasp for air and I can see Aizen on the couch smiling broadly as he enjoys the evening's entertainment.

I flex my arms readying myself to push away from the bed. As Anger and Rage surge through my limbs, Ichimaru plunges into me. The momentary shock of him being inside of me tightly makes me pause. He whips his hands up to grasp my arms, pulling them back alongside me so as to take away positioning for me to maneuver. His knees push out further against my thighs, spreading me to the point where my hips are straining, on the brink of pain. With his weight bearing down on me, I have to work just to breath. This position is causing him to press downward and farther in, and the increased sensitivity along with the building friction makes my body wet his. Ichimaru's own breath comes in ragged gasps in my ear, matching his powerful thrusts, as the smell of sex fills the air.

Fire is raging through me while Lust wars with Pride as to who will control the Hollow.

Again and again he buries himself deep into me from behind, while his lips and teeth work at my ear. His hot breath and wet tongue play havoc on the skin. My long golden hair has come loose from its ponytail and it has long since tangled around my face. I shake my head trying to clear my nose and mouth of hair and sheets, the motion combined with his rocking makes for extra friction, and I gasp unexpectedly.

"Say it" he commands into my ear.

His voice surprises me, but more so his request. I shake my head in reply, not understanding what he means.

"Say my name…remember yo'r payment…say my name…and I'll let yo' live" he pants, as he continues to push inside me over and over.

His arrogance annoys me to no end and I grit my teeth in defiance, not wanting to give him any other pleasure in this. How could he say he would let me live? He just tried choking the shit out of me. I'd be damned I would call out to him.

I feel the darkness in my soul stir as Aizen squeezes my spirit with his own. I physically gasp from the pain inside of me, as my rieatsu is strangled by Aizen's. He releases me and the warning is understood.

"Ichi…maru" I choke out.

"Naw…say my name like yo' want it… call out for me… call me Gin" he hotly replies against my neck.

Why the hell would he want me to call him by his first name? The ache in my spirit serves as reminder so I put the question aside along with my struggle with Pride. While he continues to stroke himself inside of me, I barely whisper,

"Gin"

He moans softly and buries his face into my soft golden tresses.

Aizen applies enormous pressure to my soul again and I gasp out loudly,

"Gin"

Ichimaru groans as he shoves into me one last time, arching his back stiffly and grips me tightly. Shudders rack his body again and again, as he finishes. I hold still, not wanting to let myself join him. Lust screams in mutiny at being so close and yet not being allowed to crest again. I tighten down on my resolve and concentrate on breathing as the warmth of him spreads through me. As he began to relax, he hangs his head limply against my shoulder, breathing deeply. I hear the whisper of a name I don't recognize escape his lips before he finally relaxes fully upon me.

Enough was fucking enough! Was he really saying someone else's name as he finished with me? Sensing his momentary weakness, Pride cracks the whip and my Hollow lets loose a massive roar inside of me.

I knock my head back towards his, the ensuing crack of mine against his, causes me to see a few stars, but the pain is nothing compared to his and he head lolls a bit. More pain as my hips crack as I whip both my knees up further, momentarily escaping him. At the same time I push up against my palms, which although under me, didn't give me much, but its enough to wiggle. With him slightly out of position I buck my hips back at him and he is finally a few inches away from me. I quickly bow my back pushing at him so that he is forced to shift away from me. As he pulls back, I follow his movement up and back with my elbow, aiming for his temple. He leans back farther and dodges it. I allow the move to flip me all the way around so I am facing him again. On my hands and knees I breathe heavily, Adrenaline, Rage, Anger and Survival stand with me as my Hollow and I prepare to make our final stand.

I wait as both of the gods watch me.

I wait for the white hot pain of a zanpaktou.

I wait for the burning of kidou.

I wait for them to decide my fate.

Ichimaru puts his hand to his head and gives a little shake, looking back at me with his eyes crinkled up in bemusement, his grin crawls back onto his face again. Aizen stands and stretches, letting the white dressing kimono settle around him before reaching for the zanpaktou's. With Kyouka Suigetsu in hand, he snaps it loose from its sheath with his thumb, and moves toward the bed. Tossing Shinsou to Ichimaru, he watches me as Ichimaru slides his zanpaktou loose with a metallic ring. The firelight glints off the naked blades as well as our skin, as a cold shiver runs up my back.

"Mija-kun, you can choose…Shinsou or Kyouka Suigetsu…which do you want to service you last?" Aizen asks.

Both of them stare at me as my Hollow mentally snarls back at them. Inside my soul, Aizen strokes my spirit safely within the barrier with me and my Hollow can only pace outside the wall.

Aizen smiles winningly and says,

"It's your choice, although I must say, the others have always chose Gin's, I don't know why though."

Turning to Ichimaru, he continues,

"Do you think because your blade is smaller than mine Gin, that they feel it's less threatening?"

Ichimaru cracks a perverted smile and returns in like,

"Well now, Sousuke, maybe we shoul' compare lengths when mine is…released, ne?"

The joking between the two of them frightens me more than the swords. The fact that they couldn't care less about what was going to happen to me here shortly, chills me to the core.

Ichimaru looks at me and continues

"Although it could be jus' be that they prefer the …" he cocks his head slightly and lets his gaze move meaningfully to the warm liquid trickling down my thighs,

"…feel o' mine"

Aizen grins back at him,

"True… but mine lasts so much longer"

Ichimaru turns back to smirk at Aizen's quip.

Rage shrieks at Ichimaru for implying that I liked the feel of him.

"AIZEN" I blurt out.

"Aizen-dono" I quickly amend, as both of them turn towards me, all business again.

Hell if this is going to happen, I might as well get a shot in at Ichimaru's pride. I narrow my eyes and glare evilly back at Ichimaru.

"Ah, Mija-kun, I knew you would be excellent practice. See Gin, resolve, power, beauty …and brains," Aizen purrs.

Ichimaru nods and smiles a small knowing smile. He leans forward on his hands and knees, reaching across the bed to me. I rear back with Shinsou's approach. He lowers his zanpaktou to the sheets and curling a finger in my hair he leans in further to whisper in my ear,

"Good job, lil miss 18, I told yo' I make sure yo' survive the training, ne?"

Rubbing the golden silk of my tresses between his fingers one last time he leans back again and my eyes are wide with the questions swirling through my head from what he has just said.

But Aizen raises Kyouka Suigetsu and I look to see my death approaching in a bright light. My head swims and all goes black.

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I awake in the morning in my quarters, sore in every spot imaginable and no clue as to why.