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WARNINGS: Yaoi (Man x man), molestation, poorly written seduction, sexual talk...etc. Basically the usual from my stories. If you are under the legal age for viewing adult material or do not wish to read the former themes, I suggest that you do not continue reading any further. OOCness. A perverted Aizen. An angry Shirosaki who takes pleasure in torturing his King.
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Chapter two.
Ichigo awoke in a room what must have been at least several hours later after he had been so easily knocked unconscious earlier. The room was lavishly furnished with various pieces of furniture placed orderly around the sides. The bed that he lay on was at least queen sized and covered with black silk sheets- that Ichigo hated to admit felt nice on his overheated skin- and was the main attraction of the room. Together with the bookshelf in the corner indicated that the owner of the bed was educated and had at least some class.
Ichigo paled with the realisation of whose room he was currently occupying: it could only be the potentially most hated person in Soul Society, the one and only-
"Ah, Ichigo-kun, you have awakened from your slumber."
-Aizen Sousuke.
Ichigo shot up from the bed and grasped the closest thing that he could find (an expensive looking lampshade located on the bedside table) and wielded it as a weapon, eyes narrowed and pinpointed directly onto the figure of the rogue shinigami.
Aizen didn't move but simply chuckled.
WHAT. THE. FUCK!
"I suggest that you put the lampshade down before you break it, Ichigo-kun," Aizen appeared his usual calm demeanour and sat down at the edge of the bed
"Why the fuck would I do that! You'll do something!"
Aizen chuckled again. "Ichigo-kun, if I wanted to, I could have done so whilst you were sleeping so peacefully in my bed."
"That's true, king." Shirosaki so dutifully added through their mental connection. "He may be a bastard, but at least he hasn't done anything yet."
Ichigo had to agree with that.
"Yet being the operative word." Shirosaki snickered.
Ichigo shivered in fear. Now that was a horrible thought.
Meanwhile, Aizen was enjoying the provocative sight of the teen shivering so deliciously as he sat upon his bed. The bedsheets had fallen off of the teen's muscular shoulders and now pool around that curvy waist, exposing far too much skin that surely could not be legal. And that shiver. Oh how the rogue Shinigami would love to see the boy shiver and moan under him as he quickly turned him into a mass of sheer pleasure. He could imagine it now; he would first caress every inch of that tanned skin-
"Aizen, what the hell do you want with me?"
Oh how he could manipulate that sentence to his will.
"I believe that I have mentioned it already, Ichigo-kun." Aizen noted that the teen was still unaware of how tempting he really was. Under his gaze, Ichigo shifted slightly, causing the bedsheets to slip even further up his thigh, exposing more of that lovely skin.
"You never mentioned why though," Ichigo said, his face twisting into that adorable scowl that Aizen had gotten used to seeing over the course of his monitoring. No, it was not stalking. Monitoring, protecting, ensuring that what was his was not being touched by another.
Aizen smirked and sat down on the end of the bed. Ichigo's body immediately went taut with tension and his hands went to pull the sheet back up. What a shame.
"Ichigo-kun," Aizen murmured, turning his face so that he faced the teen. His darkened eyes met frightened amber. "I believe that you already know why it is that I have brought you here."
Ichigo stumbled for words and fidgeted with the corner of the sheet. Ah, how adorable indeed.
"N-no." Honestly, Ichigo did have some sort of idea as to why the traitor had brought him to Hueco Mundo, but he certainly wasn't about to admit it any time soon.
"Really?" Aizen questioned, bringing one of his hands up to rest on the bed. He shifted his body so that he was now leaning over the bed whilst still being physically one it rather than sitting. Ichigo's eyes widened considerably and immediately went to back up against the headboard.
"Y-yes!" Ichigo said, his voice raising slightly in pitch.
"God ya are such a woman, King." Shirosaki said humorously. "Maybe I should be calling ya 'Queen', instead."
Aizen smirked again as he noticed the teen withdraw into his inner world, no doubt to scold his hollow about some remark that it had made. Taking the opportunity, Aizen crawled up the bed so that he hovered directly over the teen, his face mere inches away from the others. The rogue Shinigami could feel the warm breath of the other ghosting over his lips with each exhale that the teen took.
The orange head's eyes darted back to his and the teen's breath caught in his throat.
"W-what are you doing!" Ichigo demanded as he immediately tried to squirm his way out from under Aizen. Ichigo began to struggle even more as Aizen brought a hand up to caress his cheek softly, his hand warm against his flushing cheeks.
"I suggest," Aizen murmured in a deep voice as he slowly stroked the soft skin beneath his fingertips, "That you stop squirming before you become completely naked, Ichigo-kun."
"Eh!" Ichigo yelped as Aizen placed a small kiss against the side of his jaw.
"In answer to your question," Aizen said, his hand slowly trailing down the teen's neck, pausing briefly to squeeze gently- earning him a lovely gasp that sent a bolt of lust straight towards his groin- before settling on the exposed chest of the other. "I want you."
Ichigo swore that he must have seriously pissed of karma for the second time that day. What in kami's name had he done to deserve this! This situation was seriously beginning to freak him out... He knew that Aizen would stop at nothing to get what he wanted; his kidnapping was a clear example of this fact. Aizen seriously wouldn't...rape him, would he?
"But do not worry, Ichigo-kun," Aizen said suddenly as if he had sensed the teen's inner conflict, his cheek now pressing against the others softy as his hand pressed fully against Ichigo's chest. "I will not take you against your will."
Hang on, what?
"What?"Ichigo asked incredulously. Not that he was complaining or anything...
Aizen smirked and brought his face closer to his. Ichigo immediately shrank back.
"I want you to want it," Aizen murmured, his left hand resting on his inner thigh. "I want you to want me to touch you, for me to pleasure you until all you can remember is my name," Aizen paused as he let his lips ghost over Ichigo's. "I want to see what noises you make when you cry out in the midst of orgasm."
Ichigo stared shocked as Aizen suddenly pulled away, bringing those hands that seemed to want to touch everything with him.
"But I will not touch you until you are willing." Aizen said as he turned away from the teen that sat in his bed. Aizen's coattails flipped slightly in the nonexistent wind, his head turning slightly so that he could call over his shoulder.
"And trust me, Ichigo-kun, I always get what I want."
With that, the rogue Shinigami left the room with the soft click of the door once again falling into place, leaving a scared and shocked orange head sitting on the large bed.
Aizen's promise held true. For a week, at the very least; he hadn't been interfered with.
Just like Ichigo had first hoped, things hadn't really been that different from the times that he had stayed in Soul Society- apart from the mass of Arrancar that seemed to enjoy staring at him or the perverted comments from Grimmjow and Ichimaru. Ichigo was comforted by the fact that he wasn't being treated as a prisoner, but more like a guest. Sure, Ichigo had sat in his bedroom often wondering when it would be that Aizen would return and sure, Ichigo often found himself feeling queasy at the very thought that Aizen could see his every movement, but in the grand scheme of things, he really had no choice but to put up with it.
Ichigo had met up with an Arrancar each day that would bring him to various places that he wished to see around Hueco Mundo, may it be the training room, or the library. With the exception of the vast sands of Hueco Mundo, Ichigo was given the grounds of the entire Las Noches to explore.
Yes, much better than being locked in a dungeon with little food and water.
Aizen was somewhat of a mystery to Ichigo. The orange haired teen was somewhat confused as to why the rogue shinigami was so adamant on him joining his side- of course Ichigo wasn't that oblivious to know that he was powerful but something told him that maybe there was some other motive for the dark haired shinigami's wishes.
Ichigo seriously felt as if he was being courted by Aizen; the somewhat superior Shinigami was a wonder of strange gentleness and patience- although Ichigo could distinctly remember Renji mentioning how normal the rogue Shinigami had seemed during his stay in Soul Society, so Ichigo was somewhat weary of Aizen. In a way it freaked Ichigo out more than anything as Aizen steadily grew more affectionate as time passed. Aizen seemed to enjoy holding him close to his own body and running his hands through his bright hair as he placed affectionate kisses to his forehead, holding his hand as they walked through the passageways of Las Noches, and talked of Shakespeare and his sonnets. Sure, Ichigo still threw insults at every possible chance he could, but none of it seemed to affect the other; he would simply chuckle and place a kiss to the corner of his mouth- much to Ichigo's chagrin. Hichigo seemed to find the whole situation quite hilarious and claim that he was happy that his king had finally found someone 'to fuck him into ta mattress and relieve all tha' stress.'
Ichigo refused to talk to him for a week for that particular comment.
Now, as Ichigo found himself once again within the company of a somewhat amused Aizen as he watched him read the same page for the sixth time, the butterflies that seemed to live within his stomach finally erupted into life once again as he looked up to meet the gaze of the other.
"What?" Ichigo questioned in a suspicious tone. Aizen seemed to be studying him extra closely today and it was slightly unnerving to say the very least.
Aizen raised an eyebrow in retaliation. "Does my watching of you make you feel uncomfortable, Ichigo-kun?"
Ichigo closed his book and rubbed the bridge of his nose as his typical scowl deepened, "You know that it does. Why bother asking?"
Aizen looked down on the slighter male and smiled before wrapping his arms around his middle and burying his face in the wild mass of bright orange hair. "Because I enjoy your reactions."
"O-oi, let go!" Ichigo blushed deeply and pushed away from the rogue Shinigami who tightened his grip in retaliation and breathed in deeply. Ichigo fidgeted and silently prayed that the other would get bored soon and leave him alone.
"No. I enjoy cuddling with you, Ichigo-kun." Aizen pulled his face away to look into the teen's eyes and smirked wickedly at the deep blush that adorned his face. "My oh my, Ichigo-kun, do I make you feel uncomfortable when I do this?"
"Yes!"
"Well," Aizen said as he dragged the boy into his lap after taking his seat once again, "Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable?"
"How about letting me go, you pervert! I swear that you are just as bad as Urahara!" Ichigo screeched and tried desperately to crawl his way out of the embrace of the other male.
"You know that that isn't going to happen, Ichigo-kun."
The orange head shivered at the lust filled tone the other male was using. Ichigo desperately wished that something, anything, would happen to get him out of this mess.
"Ichigo," Aizen whispered, his hand beckoning the teen forward towards him. "Come lean back against my chest."
The said orange head blushed and fidgeted, desperately trying to think of something that would persuade the other to halt where this particular train of thought was heading. Aizen must have became impatient as he eventually pulled the teen towards him so that Ichigo was pressed snugly against his chest.
Crap, he really wished that he could escape. But is he were to, his friends and family would die...
Aizen turned his face into the teen's neck and allowed his warm breath to hit the slender column of flesh. Ichigo shivered and tried to pull his face away, but only succeeded in pressing his back harder against the other.
"Ichigo," Aizen touched his thigh and pressed a kiss to the place where his neck and shoulders met. "I've kept this slow since I didn't wish to force you into anything that you would be uncomfortable with. But I find that your reactions to my ministrations are quite," he paused to run a hand up Ichigo's chest and made a satisfied sound at the sound of the teen's breath hitching. "Arousing."
Ichigo whined pitifully at the sensations that Aizen's experienced touch was causing him. Damn it! He did not want this to happen!
"P-please stop."
To Aizen's merit, he did pause to quickly assess the teen. "You know that it needs to happen sometime, Ichigo. You made a deal."
"I didn't agree to being molested!" Ichigo cried as he struggled against the tight hold of the other. "If I wanted to be felt up I would have gone to Getaboshi!"
Aizen appeared unfazed. "Nevertheless, you promised."
Ichigo let out a shaky breath to cover up the building feeling of dread. He had known that something like this was bound to happen sooner or later. The teen just wished that it had been the latter.
As Aizen brought a hand up to caress the plane of his chest once more, Ichigo found himself wishing that he knew at least some sort of Kido.
"Ichigo," Aizen breathed into his ear, the moistness of his voice hitting his inner ear and sending a shiver down his spine. "Let us find out was sort of sounds you can make."
End of chapter.
A/N: I'm so sorry! I sort of trolled you there, dear reader. PLEASE DO FORGIVE ME!
I have a mass bulk of work that needs to be completed soon so I wanted to get something out for you to read. The continuation of Aizen's perverseness will be continued in the next chapter.
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