So I know a lot of people are hating me right now because of how this story is going. I'M SO SORRY. D: Don't hate me, I promise you that there will be no brutal rape scenes or rape scenes at all. Everything is consensual. This will not turn into a AiIchi story, but there will be some AiIchi parts in it. Aizen plays a major role in this story and you will understand why in this chapter as well as the next. Also Anons can now review, I didn't notice that it was disabled, so sorry. It's fixed now. Thank you Racey, you are the best beta in the world!
Warnings: A little Grimmichi sexy time, hints of sex between characters
Pairing review: Grimm/Ichi, Nnoi/Shiro, Aizen/Ichi
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach
Chapter 05: The Devil and his Betrayer – Part 01
"You sent for me, Aizen?" The young boy spoke. He stood in the middle of the dark forest, looking straight ahead at the demon his father despised with all his being. He concealed his face with a dark hooded overcoat.
"Yes, Ulquiorra has told me you have some information about who betrayed us?" The concealed boy stared straight into his demon's silver eyes. He refused to show any sign of weakness. He wasn't afraid of such a monster. He could be brought down, like any other demon of his kind.
"That depends. If I will be safe from any harm, I can give you all the information you need." The demon gazed at the hooded figure that once was loyal to him. He never knew he would betray him so easily. Just to save a measly human. Incubi weren't supposed to care about anyone but their own. The demon sighed. He should have never trusted a hybrid.
"Of course you will be safe. I have no reason to slaughter you. Now, give me what I desire."
"It was me, Aizen. I'm the one that told Seireitei council that you should be banished. When groups of Seireitei incubi began to disappear, I blamed their disappearances on you and your followers, claiming that you let your worshippers feed off of them and kill them." The boy chuckled with satisfaction. "And you know why I did it? I despise you and everything you stand for. You shame the race and give a reason for people to want incubi dead. My father would be furious if he knew what went on behind his back. My mother told me as an Espada, I am meant to protect those who need to be protected and I refuse to let you give the incubi a bad name. You and yourhorrid worshippers need to be banished."
The demon continued to gaze at the hooded figure. He knew he had been betrayed by this boy, but he had needed to know why. Before the child could do anything, Aizen flashed in front of him. His hand shot forward, gripping the top of the boy's face with the palm. He squeezed, making the boy scream out into the night, putting pressure against the child's temples and hooded eyes.
"Let me tell you something. I may not be able to kill you, but I can take away everything you hold dear. Everyone you love and everything you worked so hard to achieve. Would you like that? Not remembering who you are and whatyou stand for?" Aizen lowered his lips to the whimpering child's ear. He licked the shell of it, loving the way the boy shivered, before chuckling low and dangerously. "I wonder if you would be able to survive not remembering much from your past, bits and pieces lost and irretrievable memories of your beautiful, royal succubus mother and that strong Espada father of yours, never to be seen again. I think I would like to challenge that theory."
Aizen pulled the hood off of the young teenage boy, showing off unruly and unkempt bright blue hair. He removed his hand from the boy's eyes and the boy looked up at the demon defiantly, tears rolling from his big azure eyes. His mother always told him to be strong. He was an Espada and he was stronger than some lowly demon like Aizen.
He watched with wide eyes as the skin on the demon's forehead began to peel back, revealing a third eye. The eye blinked open and gazed down at the boy, before the normal purple sclera flooded with black and the silver pupil changed to gold. Light flashed from it, blinding the boy's eyes and making him scream in pain. He continued to scream, his eyes wide and frozen. His memories of being around his mother disappeared as if they were neverthere before. His father's stories about the rest of his family and lineageshattered right before his very eyes. He tried to hold onto a memory, the memory Aizen, but the demon quickly removed it.
The boy continued to scream as he felt his mind being frazzled. The blinding light died down until there was nothing but darkness. Aizen looked down at the boy lying on the ground, passed out. He lowered himself to pick him up bridal style andstarted walking down a pathway in the forest. The boy slept peacefully and Aizen smiled at how vulnerable he looked. He always did have a soft spot for him, even if he was a serious threat.
Aizen walked and walked until he came to a cliff surrounded by nothing. The forest had died off a few miles ago and beneath the cliff was a void of blackness. This was where the incubi world ended and below was a drop straight to Earth. Aizen reached his arms out, the teenage boy's limbs dangling from gravity. He eyed the teenager's features. The demon really guessed the boy was more human than he was incubi. He felt bad that the child would never remember what he was, but it was better this way.
"Goodbye…Prince Grimmjow."
He let the boy drop and watched him vanish into the black void. He hoped that they would never again cross paths, because if they did, a great battle would commence.
3 weeks, two days before Coming of Age Ceremony
Ichigo sat in his studio, painting an array of grays and blues against the canvas. He wasn't sure what he was doing, but he just let his hand flow. Grimmjow was laid out on the couch, taking his normal afternoon catnap, the rays of sun beating down on him, making his hair shine and his handsome face glisten. Ichigo looked up and gazed at his personal Adonis, the man's chest bare, exposing a great amount of tanned skin wrapped around chiseled muscles. He was like some kind of God and he made the simplest things look extraordinary.
Ichigo wondered what it would be like if Grimmjow was an incubus like himself. They probably wouldn't be in the mess they were in right now, but the blunet always seemed to have an incubi mentality to him. He was confident, strong, and gallant. He had unworldly, manly beauty that most people didn't see in normal humans.
He stared at Grimmjow, picturing him with large curvaceous horns peeking through long blue locks. He would be sitting on a golden throne, probably bored out of his mind, but he would look gorgeous all the same, shirtless and wearing white pants that hung low around his hips. Jewels draping from him like most of the wealthy and powerful royal incubi. Women and men would be surrounding him as they fed him fruits right from the vine.
Ichigo chuckled to himself. It would definitely work on Grimmjow. He rose from his stool, setting his paintbrush down in a cup of water and made his way over to the couch. He didn't want to disturb the amazing scene, but he had the urge to touch Grimmjow. He hoped the blunet wouldn't mind being touched by an incubus covered in spots of paint.
He climbed over Grimmjow, situating his legs on either side of his hips and leaned over his chest. He smiled down at the content and vulnerable look on the man's face. Lowering his head into the crook of the man's neck, he breathed in his spicy aroma. He started to make circles across the man's bare chest, waiting for him to realize Ichigo was above him.
He whispered the blunet's name, happy when he heard a groan as a response. The man didn't open his eyes, but Ichigo felt arms wrap around his waist and squeeze him subtly.
"Berry, that tickles." Ichigo looked up to see the man's eyes were still closed, but he seemed to be drifting in and out of sleep. The orange haired man smirked as he got a devious idea. He began to lower himself between Grimmjow's legs. He undid the drawstring of the man's cotton pants and pulled them down, until they were completely off. He threw them onto the floor and slipped back in-between Grimmjow's legs, pushing one of them aside.
Ichigo gazed with mirth at the excellent piece of artwork situated between the man's strong thighs. Lying limp and slightly curved, Grimmjow's cock looked like a masterpiece. Ichigo thought it should be lying on top of a violet satin pillow because of how royal it looked. He could feel himself drooling as he took the cock in his hand. This wasn't the first time Ichigo had seen, felt or even tasted the blunet's cock, but he couldn't deny how good it was, like sweet caramel.
He could feel himself getting a little hot at the thought of Grimmjow in his mouth and he moaned. He pushed himself closer to the cock, letting his breath ghost over the underside. Grimmjow let out a soft moan at the feel, but still stayed in his unconscious state. Ichigo stuck his tongue out, quickly tasting Grimmjow, before he ran his tongue up the underside. He swirled it around the head, dipping it into the slit and licking the precum that dribbled out.
He whined at the taste of Grimmjow's cum and slipped his mouth over the cockhead, which made the blunet moan deep and his hips jerk upwards. He began to suck on the skin hard, pushing the cock farther into his mouth before taking some out again. Every two inches he pushed down, he would pull back an inch until he got a simple rhythm going, bobbing his head on Grimmjow's dick as he kept the man's hips rooted to the couch with his hands.
"Ahhh," Grimmjow moaned, his body quivering with pleasure. He didn't know what was happening, but his cock was enveloped in a cavern of tight, wet heat and it felt fucking amazing. He felt something suck on the side of his cock before it was engulfed in wetness again. He groaned and reached his hand out to whatever was at his cock. His fingers ran through a soft chaos of locks and he gripped them, earning a moan from whatever it was. The suction started to speed up and he gripped the hair tighter pushing it closer to the patch of blue curls. His eyes flew open and he mumbled a string of curses when he felt fangs pierce the skin of his cock. "OH FUCK!"
He swiftly raised his self onto his elbows to look down at Ichigo still bobbing his head in the man's lap, looking up at him innocently. The orange head's pupils were gold, swimming in a sea of black and the little brown horns were out. Grimmjow watched on as he saw Ichigo's tail for the first time swinging side-to-side in the air. It was black and thin with a small heart-like shape at the end. "Fuckin' hell, Ichi," Grimmjow moaned as the little demon continued to suck him off. He watched as Ichigo slipped his cock out of his mouth with a quiet 'pop' and ran his tongue down the underside before slipping one of the balls into his mouth.
Grimmjow threw his head back and closed his eyes at the sensation of one of his balls rolling around in the smaller man's mouth. "Mmmm." He could hear Ichigo moaning around a mouth full and his dick twitched at the sound.
"Shit, I'm gonna' cum." Ichigo whined when he heard conformation from the blue haired man that he was going to climax. He wanted more of Grimmjow's cock. His slipped the ball sac out of his mouth and went back to work on Grimmjow's cock, sucking on the head, before digging his tongue into the slit at the top. "Put it back in ya' mouth." Ichigo shivered at the growl that came from the blunet, but did what he was told. He slipped the man's cock back into his mouth and began to bob his head again. He watched as Grimmjow's muscles tightened in his belly, before he heard the bigger man grunt his name and felt a string of hot delicious milky cum squirt onto his tongue and down his throat.
He lapped up every drop, swallowing it, before pulling the limping cock from his mouth. He licked the sides of his mouth, before pressing a kiss to Grimmjow's cock. The bigger man just sat there panting, staring down at the little demon, his eyes a little unfocused and his brow sweating.
"Why…why do you always…insist on doing things to me while I am sleeping?" Ichigo just smiled slyly and crawled his way up Grimmjow. He was still horny and needed the blue haired man to help him. He started to remove his paint stained top and slipped his small cotton shorts off. The blunet gazed up at Ichigo's lithe small body and raging, dripping hard-on. The smaller cock was quivering and looked like one touch to it would make Ichigo come.
He reached his hand out and flicked his finger against the head of Ichigo's cock, earning a scream of pleasure. He was so glad Shirosaki wasn't there or the man would be rushing down here to see what was going on.
"Grimm, I'm hot."
"That you are berry. So fuckin' hot."
"Fuck me."Grimmjow's eyes went wide with horror. That wasn't the response he was thinking would come from the demon's mouth. He did want to fuck the little strawberry, but he didn't know if it was a good idea. He stared up into Ichigo's eyes and saw that he was watching him intently.
"W-we can't do that, Ichi, you know that."
"I DON'T CARE, FUCK ME!"The couch shook under them, making Grimmjow wonder what the hell was going on. "I need to feel you inside me, Grimm. I don't want to give myself to Aizen. I want you. Claim me, please." Grimmjow was conflicted. He didn't know what to do. Should he really be doing this? Ichigo would be leaving in a couple of days and all the time they had spent together that week, the demon had not talked about being claimed. So why now?
"Ichigo, why are you so persistent about this now? You had all week to ask me."
"Because the closer it gets to me not being around you anymore, the more I realizethis needsto be done. Plus, my heating period isapproaching." Grimmjow's eyes flashed with understanding. He knew that wasn't a good idea. He wondered if that was why that Aizen guy wanted Ichigo so abruptly. He knew Ichigo couldn't get pregnant, but since he was the submissive kind of incubi, he went through heat like most succubi did. "Grimm, I don't want to be with Aizen, I want to be with you. Only you. Make me completely yours."
Grimmjow stared up at the lustful demon. He wanted nothing more than to fulfill Ichigo's wants, but he didn't know if he should. "Ichi…I don't know."
Ichigo's eyes flashed dangerously and he leaned down closer to Grimmjow's face. The man stared wide-eyed, not sure what Ichigo was doing. He started to feel dizzy and his body started to feel like it was completely on fire. Ichigo ran his hands up Grimmjow's chest, before he gripped the back up of the blunet's neck. He pulled him closer and captured his lips in a rough kiss. If Grimmjow wasn't going to give him what he wanted, he was going to take it from the bigger man.
He started to grind his hips down onto Grimmjow's, making sure to rub hard against the blunet's hard-on. He pushed his lips off of the blunet's and pushed the man farther down onto the couch, making sure to dig his nails into the man's chest. The man below him was panting and his eyes were dark from lust and completely glazed over. Ichigo didn't want to do this to Grimmjow, but he refused to be claimed by anyone but the blue haired man.
He reached behind him and gripped the base of Grimmjow's cock, making the man moan in his dazed state. He angled the bigger man's cock to his puckered hole and rubbed against the head, hissing at the feel of Grimmjow. He let the cockhead slip pass the first ring before he slammed all the way down, whining at the feel of being full.
Panting, he looked down at Grimmjow's face. He was caught between looking confused and turned on at the same time. Ichigo whispered his name before lowering his lips to the blunet's and pressed a soft kiss against them. Golden eyes looked into azure eyes and Ichigo wasn't sure if he had done the right thing. Grimmjow wasn't being his normal cocky and dominating self. He was in a semi-vegetated state, not realizing what was going on.
He didn't want Grimmjow like this. He wanted the man to understand what was happening and be involved in the act itself. He placed his hands on the sides of Grimmjow's face and leaned his forehead against the other man's. He immediately regretted using his powers to control the blue haired man and just wanted his Grimmjow to come back to him.
"Grimm…wake up." The blunet just stared up at him, unmoving. "Grimmjow!" Ichigo yelled. He was starting to come down from his sexual high and slip into a panicked state. His body shook with fear at what he might've done to his blue haired lover. It felt totally different from the time in the library where he could just slap Grimmjow back into his normal state. The man's eyes looked different and his breathing was way too shallow.
"Come on, Grimm, wake up." He softly slapped the man across the cheek and nothing happened. He slipped off of him, making the blunet's cock fall against his stomach. Ichigo lowered himself to his knees on the floor and continued to stare into Grimmjow's eyes. He didn't know what to do. He had never been in this situation before. He bit his bottom lip trying to figure out what to do, when he heard the front door close.
He looked up hoping it was Shiro. He heard footsteps and called out his brother's name, but nothing came from the hallway. Ichigo started to panic even more. "Sh-Shiro?" The footsteps stopped for a minute before picking up again with the same speed. He stared wide-eyed when he saw Ulquiorra advancing towards him. "Help him. Please help him. I don't know what happened." Ichigo scrambled to his feet and grabbed the dark haired man's forearm and tried to drag him over to the blue haired man.
Ulquiorra grabbed Ichigo by his wrist and ignored the pleas from the orange haired man. "You disobeyed my orders and you did something utterly stupid. I can't believe Aizen-sama wanted me to bring trash like you back with me." He threw Ichigo to the ground and made his way over to the blue haired man. He looked down at him and something flashed into his mind making him frown. "Prince…Grimmjow," he whispered.
Ichigo sat with his eyes about to fall out of his face at what the dark haired man had just whispered. Prince? Why did he call him a Prince? "Are you going to help him?"
"No, we are leaving."
"What! We can't just leave him like this. HELP HIM!" Ulquiorra turned his head to look down at the orange haired boy. Ichigo was panting and had tears rolling down his face. "DON'T LOOK AT ME, HELP HIM!" He turned his full body towards Ichigo and began to advance on him. Ichigo tried to back away hitting the legs of his easel and making it tip over. He scrambled to his feet again and quickly backed up, his feet trudging through the dirty paint water. Ulquiorra flashed before him and grabbed him by the throat, raising him from the ground.
"You are coming with me." Ichigo's legs flailed in mid-air as he gripped Ulquiorra's wrist. He scratched the pale skin, but it quickly healed itself.
"Pl-please don't…d-do this." Ichigo flicked his eyes to Grimmjow who seemed to be breathing normally again. "Gri-Grimmjow," he rasped out. Said man flicked his eyes up to the sound of Ichigo's voice, but made no motion to move. Ichigo flicked his eyes back down to Ulquiorra, seeing him whispering something under his breath. He started to notice the world around him fading and he began to struggle again. "GRIMMJOW!" he screamed with all his might. "GRIMMJOW, PLEASE WAKE UP, HURRY!"
He watched as a fuzzy vision of Grimmjow started a coughing fit and raised himself into a sitting position. He turned and looked in the direction that Ichigo was fading to, but it was too late for him to do anything. "Grimmjow!" Ichigo screamed one last time before he disappeared completely.
Ulquiorra descended onto the white concrete floor of a large throne room. He dropped Ichigo, making him fall to the ground, coughing and trying to get his breath back. He shivered at the coldness that surrounded him and realized that he was still naked. He raised his eyes and looked around the large quiet room, before lowering his eyes back to the ground.
He couldn't believe he had hurt Grimmjow the way he did. He bound his hands into fists and ground his teeth. "You did nothing to him. I told you that I would be watching you." Ichigo whipped his head towards the direction that Ulquiorra standing.
"What?" Ichigo hissed lowly.
"I was watching you and paralyzed him before you could take your actions too far."
"HOW COULD YOU!" Ichigo yelled at the stoic man, his voice echoing throughout the room. "How could you do that to him?"
"You are Aizen-sama's. You are not allowed to dirty your body with such a person." Ichigo looked back down at his balled fists. If he belonged to anyone, it was Grimmjow.
"You called him a prince. What did you mean?" Ulquiorra flinched at the question, but ignored it completely.
"I will go inform Aizen-sama of your arrival." Ichigo listened as the dark haired man's footsteps echoed before disappearing. He sat on the floor and took in his surroundings. The place was dark, even with every single inch of the place stained in a stark white. He had never been in a sterile place before. The hospital in his neighborhood had more personalization then that place.
He looked around some more and noticed a giant staircase in the middle of the room. It led to a large marble throne and his thoughts trailed back to when he thought about Grimmjow being royalty. Ichigo now wondered if that was really the case. The man did seem inhuman, but he acted as a human through and through. Ichigo frowned at his thoughts. He was probably just making an excuse so that Grimmjow could come take him away from that evil place.
"Ahhh, here's th' lil' tangerine Aizen-sama has been talkin' about." Ichigo looked over his shoulder to see a tall demon gliding his way. The demon had silver hair, squinted eyes and a smile that would even creep a clown out. Ichigo almost thought he was a fox demon by the way his face looked. Knowing the way incubi crossbred, he wouldn't be surprised if that was what this demon really was.
"Wh-who are you?"
"You can jus' call me Gin. I'm a fox demon." Figured. "Now les' not dawdle. Aizen-sama would like to see ya' as soon as possible." He reached out for Ichigo and the orange haired man grabbed his hand. He blushed when he noticed Gin was openly staring at him.
"D-do you have anything I can cover up with?" Gin just smiled bigger and turned on his heel, making his way towards the door.
"Nooppe!" he sing-songed. "Now come along and follow me." Ichigo quickly made his way after Gin, trying to cover his private parts. He followed behind him as they walked down a large, winding and confusing hallway. Everything looked the same to Ichigo and if he didn't keep close to Gin, he knew he would get lost.
"Uhm, what is Aizen like?" Ichigo asked after awhile. He didn't want to admit being afraid of the place or the man rumors said was the most difficult demon to figure out. He'd never seen Aizen in person, but he had heard other incubi fawn over how absolutely handsome and charming he was.
"He's actually not as bad as people say he is. He does have a temper though." Ichigo swallowed the lump in his throat. He thought he should probably never make him mad. After walking for a little while longer, they reached a large violet door. "Ah, here we are!" Gin raised his hand and knocked and they both waited for the doors to creak open. Ichigo watched with astonished eyes as the room looked totally different from the rest of the place. He followed Gin into the room and the door shut behind him.
He could hear giggling coming from the bed and wondered what was so funny. Gin stood in front of the bed and Ichigo stood next to him. He wondered what they were waiting for until he started to hear moaning coming from the bed. His face turned beet red and he could feel the lust swarming around in the room. His body started to unwillingly react to the smells of sex and the lust emitting from a female demon. He could tell it was a female because they always smelled different.
He watched the silhouette of a strong back as the woman's screams started to become even more pleasured. Her breathing was irregular and he could smell the sweat in the air. Ichigo's body started to quiver and he could feel his dick twitching with excitement. He needed to be far away from this room as soon as possible. He started to back away and Gin watched him with amusement.
He started to make a break for the door when a voice pierced his mind. [Ichigo…where do you think you are going?] He froze in place and glanced around the room trying to figure out where that velvety voice was coming from. He heard the voice chuckle low before it spoke again. [Don't you want to stay and enjoy what I have to offer you?]Ichigo wanted to scream at the voice that was making his knees turn to jelly, but his voice didn't want to work. He just shook his head no. [Don't be like that. Come back over and enjoy. I know your body can't deny what you want.]
Ichigo found himself walking back over and standing next to Gin. His dick was fully hard now and every moan coming from the bed was making it harder for him to think straight. He needed to be in that woman's position. He needed to be pleasured that way. [In due time, my little tangerine.] Ichigo shivered as the voice massaged his senses. He watched on as the woman started to giggle again. A tall dark haired woman stepped out from the closed off bed. She was wearing hip hugging white harem trousers and a white bikini styled top. Jewels dangled from her ankle and jingled as she shimmied her way out of the room.
"You may leave, Gin. Make sure to get Ichigo some clothing while you are out." Ichigo almost melted at the voice. It was much stronger and silky when it wasn't speaking in his mind.
"Of course, Aizen-sama." Ichigo watched as Gin sauntered out of the room, leaving him alone with the man he had yet to see. He turned his attention back to the bed and watched as it shifted.
"Ichigo, come over here." He swallowed and slowly made his way over to the bed. He watched as a tall man came into view. Ichigo did have to admit that the demon before him was almost as handsome as Grimmjow, but there was still no comparison. Grimmjow was still the most beautiful man he had ever seen.
"Grimmjow, huh? I guess Ulquiorra was right." Ichigo glared at the demon defiantly. He couldn't believe he was taken from his lover to be with this man. Aizen just smirked at the little fiery demon. He was going to have so much fun with him. He stood from the bed, making Ichigo back up to be farther away from him. "Don't be like that, Ichigo. You don't have to be afraid."
"I'm not afraid. I just don't want to be here." Ichigo watched with determined eyes as Aizen stalked his way. The orange haired demon unconsciously let his eyes rake over the man's bare chest. He was strong looking and his chest was well defined. His harem trousers sat low on his hips, showing off a deep V shape and a patch of dark brown hairs that descended behind the pants.
He could feel his face heat up at the thought of what was behind those pants and fidgeted to himself before looking away. "Ichigo…" He looked up to see Aizen directly in front of him. Those silver pupils wrapped in violet, looking down at him. He felt the man's hand on his face, and tried his hardest to flinch away, but couldn't. "Let me tell you what is going to happen."
Aizen dropped his hand from the boy's face and sauntered past him to a small table, topped with various filled bottles and glassware. "For the next few days I will show you around the castle, so that you may get acquainted with your surroundings. Afterwards, we will consummate our relationship during your heating period and I will claim you as my queen and mate." He reached for a large bottle of red liquid and pulled the topper from the bottle. He poured the liquid into two wine glasses before setting it back down onto the table, pushing the topper back inside.
Grabbing the glasses he made his way back over to the naked boy and handed him a wine glass. Ichigo took it and looked down at the swirling red liquid. "We will attend the Coming of Age ceremony and we will announce our marriage to the rest of the clan leaders, as well as the elders."
"But I don't want to be with you. I want to be with Grimmjow."
"Would you like to hear something interesting about your beloved Grimmjow?" Ichigo frowned as he looked at the man sitting in a white high back chair that was situated next to the bed. "Grimmjow Jeagerjaques, son of Nicholas Jeagerjaques, King of the Espada." Ichigo's eyes went wide with surprise. Grimmjow really was a prince and he had never told Ichigo about it. "Grimmjow is considered to be a hybrid, just like you, Ichigo. He is half incubi and half Espada human."
Ichigo's body shook at the information. All that time, he could have been with Grimmjow, but the man never talked about who or what he was. Grimmjow could withstand anything Ichigo dished out to him because he was just like him, but the blunet acted as if he didn't even want Ichigo. He acted like a normal human and didn't tell him anything.
He looked back down at the glass of wine in his hands. He felt like he was going to be sick. He had never felt so betrayed in his life. "I…I can't be-believe he never told me. I can't believe he acted like he was just some…human."
Aizen smirked at the defeated look on Ichigo's face. He had him right where he wanted him. He set his glass down and rose from the chair. He made his way over to Ichigo and placed his hand on his chin, raising his face to look up at him. "Ichigo, don't let yourself be hurt by someone like him." Ichigo watched as Aizen's eyes flashed and began to change colors. "You have me now and that's all you need. I would never lie to you or betray you." Ichigo started to feel dizzy and the glass began to slip from his fingers. Aizen caught it before it dropped to the floor. He set the glass down on the table next to him.
"Agree to be mine and every moment from now on will be filled with as much love and desire that your heart can take." Ichigo's eyes began to change colors as well as he continued to stare into Aizen's. He smiled down at the boy before softly pressing his lips to the smaller demon's. Ichigo sighed against the smooth lips of Aizen and pushed himself closer. "Do you agree, Ichigo?"
"Yes," Ichigo whispered. Aizen raised the hand that wasn't on Ichigo's chin and placed it at the middle of the boy's back, right where the neck connected. His pressed his hand firmly against the skin and his hand started to glow a deep purple color. Ichigo screamed at the burning feeling that he felt.
"Just relax, Ichigo, it will be finished soon." He lowered his lips back to the boy's to capture the screams of pain. Aizen pushed harder massaging the skin before pulling his hand away. A small circular mark was left. It was purple in color and had a small Chrysanthemum right in the middle. He pulled his lips away from the smaller male's and gazed into the gold surrounded by black orbs. "You are mine now."
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