Disclaimer: No, I don't own, what is this for, Bleach? I don't own Bleach. Don't I wish I did though.

And holy crap I'm alive! Wow. When I said I was taking a tiny hiatus break, I really never expected it to last this long. But this chapter bugged me. I swear, I've restarted it I don't know how many times, and each time I thought it'd be too long, would be better as a chapter story, or just plain got bored with it. So, I gave up. I'm sticking with a true PWP this time, and I hope ya'll don't mind that. Please enjoy the long-overdo update. And by the way, for those of you reading this, if anyone would like to volunteer as being a beta, I'd greatly appreciate it. Apparently, my mother finds it too expensive to pay for microsoft word for our computers.

Summary: It's Aizen's turn to top Ichigo! Yay! Consentual too. Anyway, this PWP is for Stoic-Genius. I do apologize that it took so long in getting this out, and that it isn't as long as the other chapters. I hope the quality is still as good, though. Oh, and I'm going to go about it just a little differently with the...stuff, too. But it shouldn't be too OOC or different.

Dream Captain

There was the sound of a crash from downstairs. Kurosaki Ichigo winced in reaction as he pulled his pillow over his head, hoping to drown out the sounds of his father's drunkeness. It was the same thing every night. Alcohol to drown out the misery of a lost love and thought-to-be failing family. Shouts of agony to give voice to the troubles in Kurosaki Isshin's mind. Violence as the only outlet to the man's tormented emotions.

Sometimes, Ichigo just couldn't stand it. He wanted to get away. He wanted out of this hell-hole. The only reason he stayed was his sisters. He knew that Karin could care for Yuzu, but he didn't have the strength to leave them. At least, not then.

Now it seemed that could change. Another crash sounded, and Ichigo sat up with a curse. He could hear his father getting ready for bed, his grumblings coming through the floorboards. It was about time to leave. No, perhaps it was past time he left this place. And he knew just who to go to to get away.

There was a plain white amulet lying on his desk. He walked over to it, picking it up. Inscribed on the back was a name in kanji. Sosuke Aizen. Former captain of the Gotei 13, and supposed traitor of the Seiretei and leader of the Arrancar. Ichigo didn't believe that, though. He believed in the...almost innocence of the captain, and for that reason he'd accepted the only way to contact said captain. He'd waited long enough to see the man of his literal dreams.

For months, ever since that first encounter with Aizen Ichigo had dreamt of the brown-haired man, sensual dreams consisting of the teenager losing what was left of his innocence to the spirit. Quick, light touched that quickly turned rough, sweet kisses of imagination and subtle thrusts in a place he'd never dared touch himself. Ichigo wasn't stupid. He knew he was either in love with the sexy enemy or in extremely deep lust. Whatever it was it, it was strong and he welcomed it as the only true emotion he'd ever experienced.

A few weeks back, maybe a month, Ichigo had nearly lost his life to a Vastos Lordes. It had taken quite a bit of Orihime's healing and even some of Hanatarou's powers to keep him alive and bring him back to consciousness. Since then, Ichigo had promised himself that he wouldn't waste any more time. The minute he saw Aizen again, if he ever saw him again, he'd take him. Some way, some how. Whether the older spirit was willing or not, he wouldn't deny himself anymore. Why bother anyway, when there was always the chance he'd die, what with the way he flirted with danger nearly everyday? And it seemed Ichigo would get his chance to experience that dreamed pleasure very soon.

Smiling a little, Ichigo turned over the amulet, letting loose some of his spiritual pressure to seap into it. It was supposed to be a signal, to call to Aizen if Ichigo were "ever in any need of him." And boy was he in need, but probably not the way Aizen had been thinking of at the time.

Almost instantly, there was an answering pulse in the amulet, and Ichigo breathed deeply as the powerful, almost painful spiritual pressure of his hoping-to-be lover washed over him. Just the feel of that power made him hard, aching to be touched by one man and one alone. Oh, he couldn't wait to feel those ghostly hands on his flesh.

"You have a need for me? Ichigo?"

Even the way he breathed his name was a total turn-on. Ichigo shivered in reaction, closing his eyes for a second before opening them. There, before him stood the great Sosuke Aizen. His brown hair slicked back, his amused eyes watching Ichigo's every move. He was wearing that same white outfit from the day he'd disappeared up into the sky with the Menos Grande and two other captains. He'd been hot then, but nothing compared to what he looked like right now, with the moonlight shining behind him like some kind of halo. He was taller, more muscular, and way more powerful than Ichigo. He was perfect.

In answer to Aizen's question, Ichigo walked foreword slowly, his brown eyes trained on those eyes narrowing in awareness the closer he got. When he was within touching distance, Ichigo stopped and gulped. He knew what he wanted to do, he knew how he wanted to do it, he just didn't know if he'd be...received well. Would Aizen push him away? Would he be the giver of pleasure? Or the receiver?

Aizen sensed his indecision and bowed his head at an angle, his breath ghosting over Ichigo's lips. "Do you want something, Ichigo? You know that you have the strength to demand almost anything from me."

Ichigo nodded; his nose brushed against soft lips. The feel of those lips, the wonder in what they would taste like broke the last of his restraint. Bound by his fear no more, Ichigo pushed himself up and finally found out what his dreams truly tasted like.

Aizen almost couldn't contain himself as he waited for Ichigo to make the first move. Years of watching, of waiting until Ichigo's soul was mature enough to handle a relationship of this magnitude. Finally, it was all ending. Finally, he would have this child, and their souls would be complete.

Ichigo couldn't breathe. Literally and figuratively. Somehow, he'd wound up crushed against Aizen's chest, wrapped tight in his arms like someone who mattered. Like he was finally important to someone. Mixed with the intoxicating taste of power and strangely enough, lemon, it was a heady combination, and Ichigo could feel himself going down fast. He actually whimpered when Aizen left his lips, only to return seconds later after a little breathing time.

Aizen was normally the one in control. He liked to be in control. But kissing Ichigo was like taking a shot of whiskey after months of abstinance. He so ached to just take Ichigo right there, on the teenager's bedroom floor, but he didn't plan on letting the kid go anytime soon after finally marking him as his property, and he didn't want to be interrupted once he got started. With a sigh of disappointment he pulled away, restraining Ichigo when the orange-haired teen tried to pull him back.

"W-what is it?" Ichigo panted, afraid that perhaps Aizen had changed his mind about this after all.

Aizen smirked. "I thought that you might like to take this to a more appropriate place. Say, my sleeping quarters in Hueco Mundo? There would be plenty of space." He leaned close to Ichigo to breathe in his ear. "And no one would be around to hear your screams of pleasure."

Ichigo shuddered violently, hands reflexively gripping Aizen's shoulders. That voice promised so much, and he just wanted to get it all already! He felt like he was about to explode, a curious tightening in his chest that only coiled more the longer Aizen touched him. He nodded instantly in response, wanting everything possible from the ex-captian.

Aizen smirked. "Good. Then shall we return to Hueco Mundo? No one will disturb us once we enter my quarters." He pulled Ichigo even closer, his smirk widening at the tell-tale hardness pressing against him. Just wait, Ichigo. I'll have you screaming so loudly you'll be hoarse before the night's through. And I'm going to love every minute of it.

The sounds of gasps and moans filled the cool bedroom air. Aizen had grown used to the effect those loud, hoarse moans had on him nearly an hour ago, but it didn't lesson the impact. Each breathy pant made him hard, every plea for more made him just want to pound into what had to be tight heat without mercy. And he was so close to accomplishing that goal. The last hour and a half had all been preparation for taking Ichigo, preparing his body for something it had never felt before. Aizen shivered as hot, sweaty hands clutched his back and sharp heels dug into his spine. He couldn't take any more of this foreplay. Ichigo was as ready as he was ever going to be, and Aizen couldn't wait any longer to feel the muscles of his love clutching him as tightly as they clutched his fingers. It was promising to be a wild ride.

Ichigo wasn't in any better shape. After an hour of having his sweet spot tortured, only to be left alone just at the point of release, and return later for more play, he was more than ready to get this show on the road. Every second his body was wracked with shudders and his ribs hurt from gasping so much. There were places on his body that he never even knew existed yet they throbbed with pain and pleasure. That delicious, elusive pleasure that he was beginning to crave.

He felt a calloused hand reaching down into him again and tensed, thinking that it was just going to be another play. But those hands grasped his knees, drawing them apart so Aizen could settle himself between them. Ichigo heard Aizen mutter something, but he couldn't concentrate. Something hot and throbbing was pressing against him, stretching him uncomfortably. He shifted, trying to ease the burn, and Aizen's hands grasped him fast, holding him immobile.

"Don't move so much. It might hurt worse." Aizen gasped out, shivering. Ichigo was much tighter than he'd anticipated, holding him tighter than a leather glove. It felt like his circulation was going to be cut off he was so tight. It didn't take more than a few seconds of basking in that tight heat before his more sadistic nature took over, and Aizen just plowed foreword, sinking himself all the way in. After, he held Ichigo tight, in silent apology as he held himself still with all of his control.

There had been a flash of hot pain, something reminiscent of when he'd gotten stabbed by a Hollow before, but it dissipitated fast. Ichigo held tight to Aizen, his breathing shallow as he got used to the feeling of being full. Full of another being, stuffed to the brim but with no feeling of crampness. He felt stretched, a little sore, but it was nothing compared to the flashes of lightening that stole through his body every time he breathed. For with each breath, his body shifted, and the head of Aizen's cock brushed against his sweet spot, promising the return of that pleasure.

He wanted it to come back. He wanted to feel that pleasure again more than anything, and wanted to feel it with Aizen more than he wanted to take his next breath. Ichigo waited a few heartbeats before subtly shifting his hips, up then down, feeling that slight burn return but it was overshadowed by the heat he felt.

Aizen groaned, his hands clenching on Ichigo's hips as if to still them, but he was already moving. His hips were pulling back, almost all the way only to plow foreword, nudging Ichigo's prostate with little force on every thrust. Aizen's already shallow breathing turned erratic as he tried to speak, as he tried to give Ichigo pleasure even as he thought he must be hurting. "Are you...alright, Ichigo? *gasp* Does it hurt?" Against his will but totally following his inner thoughts his hips picked up force, his cock ramming Ichigo's prostate with every solid thrust and sending unbearable heat through Ichigo's body.

Ichigo groaned, his neck arching to push his head into the pillow under him, his body following the motions of Aizen's by instinct rather than thought. This was so much better than he'd thought. Already the coil was tightening to unbearable portions, his weeping member throbbed with painful pleasure, and his nails dug into Aizen's shoulders as he moved further towards that end they both desperately sought. It wouldn't be long now; he could feel it. "Onegai....harder! Sosuke!" He shouted, arching up as his whole body tensed and white cream shot from his cock. It burned his and Aizen's chest, and some even landed on his cheek.

Aizen grunted as Ichigo's muscles tightened around him. Ichigo may be done, but he wasn't even close to being finished. He pulled Ichigo up by his ribs, holding him close as his thrusts gained in speed and force, pushing the subsitute shinigami against the headboard to gain some stability on the shaking bed. He kept going, pushing through muscles that almost seemed to be resisting to pound into that hot tightness, only to pull away and move foreword once more. Ichigo was screaming out with every motion, his body already pushing itself into another orgasm the more he moved. He hadn't thought it would be this good.

Sure, Aizen had taken Gin on more than one occasion, but Gin tended to act too slutty, and Ichigo's virgin body was perfect for the war-seasoned ex-captian. On the next harsh thrust, Aizen caught Ichigo's chin and raised it, planting their lips together and kissing the younger as if this was their last chance to do so. He caught the scream from Ichigo as he climaxed again, letting his own hoarse shout escape as he felt his own pleasure ripped from his body. His seed filled up that twitching hole, some escaping down the teen's thighs, and Aizen shuddered, sucking a limp tongue as he felt his body ready itself for another round. It was going to be a long night.

Ichigo moaned softly as he felt Aizen harden again in his body. He didn't know if he could take another mind-blowing set of the best experience of his life. "Again?" He whispered, his voice already going hoarse.

Aizen chuckled, but it sounded forced as his body began to move once more, less harshly but still just as deeply. "I've finally got you in my bed, Ichigo. *groan* I'm not stopping until you know who you belong to. Trust me, you won't be able to walk tomorrow."

Ichigo allowed Aizen to roll his sore body over onto his hands and knees, and practically keened when Aizen's member slid back inside him. It just felt so good, even though he was sore. He didn't know if he could handle the pleasure, but he'd certainly try.

Aizen rolled over, his arms seeking the only other occupant of the bed. When all he grasped was cold sheets, his eyes shot open and he glanced around. Where was Ichigo? Had he left in the morning, after both had finally passed out from pleasure-overload? His eyes darkened. Well, even if Ichigo did try to leave, he'd just find him and bring him back, tie him to the bed, and remind the teenager just who was the seme of the relationship.

In the middle of his dark thoughts, Aizen heard a knock on his bedroom door and stood, a barely noticable limp to his step as he answered the door. Ulquiorra stood there.

"I thought you would like to know, sir, that your pet had breakfast a little while ago and is currently resting in the mess hall. I have informed the rest of the Arrancar that they are not to mess with him for the duration of his stay." The green-eyed Hollow man spoke emotionlessly, watching as Aizen put on his robe.

"Thank you, Ulquoirra. The knowledge is welcome. Szayel hasn't tried to experiment on him, has he?" He stepped out into the hall and made his way to the Hueco Mundo castle mess hall with Ulquiorra followed a short distance behind him.

"He tried to when he first saw the boy and felt his spiritual pressure, but Grimmjow and I managed to calm him down. The matter you requested last night, about the twin female children and the father has been taken care of."

Aizen nodded and stepped into the room. There was Ichigo, lying on his stomach on a long couch, reading what looked like a magazine. The ever-adorable Nel Tu, who had adopted Ichigo sometime in the past, was watching tv, waving her arms excitedly. But Aizen's attention was stuck on Ichigo, who chose that moment to look up and treat him to a rare, true smile. Aizen grinned back and went foreword, making himself comfortable on the couch and pulling Ichigo onto his lap.

He could tell that life wouldn't be the same ever again here in Hueco Mundo. The Seiretei Gotei 13 would probably come after them, especially now that their strongest freeloader had switched sides. The Arrancar would finally be introduced to a peaceful life now that their leader had found a mate. And Aizen himself would be free to live happily, seeing for once only to his own happiness and Ichigo's, of course.

It wouldn't begin right away. It wouldn't be without further bloodshed to stop the wars. But it would happen. And they were the start of it.

Aizen smirked, catching one of Ichigo's hands with his own. On two seperate, different colored fingers light winked off gold. It was the start of a brand-new beginning.

You know, I just don't like this. I don't think. And I hope that lemon wasn't a signal of perhaps myself losing my touch? Gosh, I hope not. Anyway, again, I'm very sorry about the long wait. And I have many, many ideas for this couple, so you might see a few new stories popping up later with them as the main couple, but who knows. But! Please leave me reviews, and I'll try my hardest to get to the next request!