I know I leave mistakes in each update, but there is probably more than ususal as I feel real crappy right now. Thank you everyone who goes out spreading their germs when they should stay indoors and keep it to themselves!
It was hard to explain just at what point Ichigo was at. Blackness wasn't so dark anymore. There was shadow now. Not shadow that showed the shapes or depth, there was none of that; just an absence of darkness really. Blurs of light passed across his vision, nothing discernible, they were just like a suggestion of something else. Nothing was concrete until his other senses came into play. It was much like Ishida junior had once said about his fashion – grey is the new black; well, textures, touch, sounds and smells were the in thing replacing his colour.
Fingers fumbled over braille numerals on the lift pad. A code entered to enter the place he had been forced to call home. The sound of the doors opening after a short upward journey let a world of smells and odours flood him. He defined a lot of things by both scent and odour. To him they were separate things now, much like snow to an Inuit. A scent was light and flighty, there one moment and gone the next. Odour was earthy, something entirely part of a whole and usually more permeating. The apartment was undeniably male; the odour of its own lingered quite strongly with an undercurrent of cleaning fluids that were used daily.
His feet slid from the Velcro fastened trainers he wore. Socks were discarded too. Memories of bare feet being his biggest ally were helpful.
A waft of light floral scents drifted by as his feet took him into the dwelling and got stronger as he neared the apex of the corridor. Ichigo was not to know of the simple things Stark had suggested to make his movements around the apartment easier. To the left, the flowers were replaced by coffee, right aftershave probably signalling the bedrooms where Sosuke had dressed today and ahead the more intense bloomy waft was the lounge. Between those there were other rooms and Ichigo would learn that how intense a smell meant how close he was to the primary rooms with a second bedroom and study between them.
Making his way, with bag slung over his shoulder, to the bedroom towards the luring aftershave, Ichigo found that scents were not the only new thing. Subtle flooring changes also occurred. There was a mat of differing texture at each doorway, the largest of the mats meant a main room, smaller meant lesser room.
Was it 30 or 35 paces to the bed? He couldn't recall right now & so with a guiding hand outstretched before him and another persevering with the damn white stick, he headed into the room and quickly with a recount found the bed was actually 27 steps. He slid the bag from his shoulder and dropped onto the mattress with little to no noise.
"Stark?" Ichigo called unsure if he was followed.
"Yo!" The man called someway off down the corridors. He'd brought the other bags and was following Ichigo at a much slower pace, giving the orange haired man a chance to be independent.
"Sosuke isn't home?"
"Dint he say he had a meeting or sumink?" The voice grew louder as it rounded the doors and shortly after a grunt signalled the bags joining his first one on the bed.
"I just hoped…" Ichigo said wistfully.
"That coffee smells good. Let's chill then."
…
Ichigo heard the lift before it even came to their floor. The sound of the machinery caught his attention and he was on his feet and heading in that direction, if somewhat timidly, after already walking into a table today.
The lift doors parted and Aizen Sosuke would have been hard pressed to hide his excitement at seeing Ichigo back in his home. But this was Aizen we were talking about and his show of excitement as that barely registered smile. Of course his heart was racing slightly faster, his palms itched to hold Ichigo, and his body had an entirely different greeting in mind. When his rich brown eyes locked onto the young man coming into view, his smile widened.
"Sosuke!" Ichigo knew it was him by the stronger waft of aftershave.
"You seem a little eager." Sosuke eased a soft chuckle from his lips as ichigo's searching arms reached around his middle. With a one armed hold back he reciprocated.
"Erm." Ichigo nodded into the shoulder he rested his head on.
"I'm sorry I wasn't able to fetch you." Aizen breathed into the mass of orange hair and taking aboard the discernable waft of his lover. He pulled back just so and lifted Ichigo's chin wanting so much to feel those pink plump lips against his own.
Life was literally being imparted to Ichigo through the heated writhing tongue tangled with his own. The taste of each other had been too long, even if was only this morning before Sosuke went to work, but there was so much conveyed in the simple joining. Ichigo was needy, co-operative yet demanding; whilst Aizen was assured, dominant and giving. It was as if they were promising to be protector and princess all over again.
Aizen pulled away from the lightly flushed face of his treasure and smiled whilst rubbing his thumb over the boys lower lip. Ichigo turned his head keeping that soft probing against him. He couldn't get enough touching right now, he felt he'd explode and go mad without the calming, reassuring presence of his alpha.
"Let me shed my work attire and we can eat together for a change? What can I smell?" Sosuke wrapped his free arm around Ichigo's waist and hugged him as they moved along the corridor to his study where he could finally put down his brief case.
"Just a vegetable casserole."
The main rooms had been re-explored with Starks help. But Ichigo was unsure of his footing in this room having never even seen it when he had his sight. The guiding hold around his middle abandoned him when Aizen went to clonk his brief case on the desk top and so Ichigo stood still on the spot.
"Stark gone for the day?"
"Only just. He wasn't going to go, but I said he should."
"I pay him to stay."
"Your housekeeper's Mono's here. She's been very kind."
"Alright I give in, you do seem to still be in one piece." Aizen's words drifted to Ichigo with the hint of humour in them and he responded with a light smile. The older man smiled too at the warmth in Ichigo's face. "But just hold still for me one minute." The room was only lit by the overhead light and that wasn't enough. Aizen's fingers flicked the switch on the wall lights and stepped back closer to his companion.
"What are you doing?"
"Looking at you."
"Why? Have I dribbled something down my chin?" Ichigo began to run the back of his hand over his face but it was stilled by a firm grip on his wrist.
"No." The answer was soft. "You look beautiful."
Ichigo scoffed at that, it was hardly likely considering his burns. He hadn't had a hair cut since in the hope the orange spikes would grow into camouflage. He knew it was much longer now, three months after his accident, he could feel it when he tugged it down touch the bridge of his nose, the sides hung past his ears and if he brushed the tufts forward with his fingers, he neatly covered all the damaged skin.
Aizen wouldn't deny that Ichigo looked just as stunning with his longer hair, he even preferred it as it gave Ichigo a slightly more rugged look. The contrast of rugged with such an angelic face worked very well.
Ichigo didn't flinch when he felt soft finger pads graze his cheeks. He didn't wince when those fingers began to brush his hair back, even though he suddenly felt very naked. "You don't believe me?"
"I just wish that I don't look like a monster."
"You look beautiful my princess." Aizen whispered, his fingers smoothing over the healing skin. He really would have to give Barragan a bonus, his work on Ichigo was second to none. The skin still showed some signs of burning, but whereas it had been healing between a yellowed mottled puckered craze, it now looked far more even and just slightly lighter than ichigo's natural tone. The uneven edges had been smoothed thanks to sensitive plastic surgery and backed up with state of the art creams, potions and lotions massaged into the areas three times a day. A night mask helped the skin regain its shape and would be needed for only a little while longer. Ichigo's protracted time in hospital had not been in vain. "Every bit as beautiful as before." Soft lips touched against the delicate brow and with feather-like softness caressed every single centimetre of his wounds.
Ichigo clasped the side of Aizen's shirt tightly, feeling himself being eased into a cloud of need he felt for some time. He'd been too wrapped up in getting better, relearning the simple things he'd once taken for granted to think of desires of the heart. Aizen had for their recent past turned more into a father figure than a lover. But this now, this had him aching for contact beyond that. His breathing increased, his temperature rose and his body had to lean into the hardness of the imposing man before him.
"Sosuke." Ichigo whispered. Aizen pulled back slightly, just enough to see the flush of a heated blush, lips pouting wanting and demanding to be kissed, eyes half closed set in a lustful trance. The boys chest was heaving, his body almost at the point of trembling with want.
"My love." Aizen took Ichigo's mouth, his long denial pushing at its limits. He ravaged and plundered whilst his hands held him tight against his arousal, his hips pushing in and up searching for Ichigo's hard member and dancing alongside it.
Ichigo moaned and shivered, he was already at the point of no return, he hardly needed for Aizen to press him into the nearest wall, flies undone and have his member grasped so urgently. It was only several firm pumps and his legs threatened to fail him as he screamed an early climax. Aizen held him fast, through the spasms that rocked his inexperienced body, his ragged breath moaning his love.
Clumsily, Ichigo took hold of Aizen too returning the gesture and riding high that such a powerful man allowed him to. Lips locked again, Aizen rocked his body into the heat of his boy and let his primal need splurt into the boys hand.
They stood some while panting in the wake of their impulsive actions and yet feeling that reconnection that the hospital had taken away lock back into place. They were a couple again and it felt absolutely right to have done what they did.
"If you are going to greet me like this every day, I will be a very spoilt man." Sosuke said leaning in to suckle on Ichigo's lobe.
"We could..." Ichigo bit his lower lip and looked upwards. "...forget dinner." Aizen adored the shy innocent look on his lovers face, but as much as he wanted to follow up their short sweet moment, it was not the time yet. He had to be sure that Ichigo was absolutely ready to take their relationship that bit further.
"I would be a terrible caretaker if I allowed that." He watched the dissapointment register on ichigo's face and knew that the boys confidence still needed quite a lot of bolstering. "You are so tempting that I might never let you leave the bed." He added with a light tone and kissed the boy again. "Now if I don't walk away..." He chuckled. Ichigo felt the weight leave his front and be replaced by a cool draft and it was a feeling he didn't like. Aizen was always a quiet man and without the hard wood floor he'd have no way of knowing that he'd been left alone or not.
Aizen looked back to his lover still leaning against the wall, untucked and looking a little ruffled. "You might wish to tuck yourself back in." Aizen smiled. "At least whilst Momo is still here." Although the thought of her walking in mid fondle would be quite amusing. "However, if you want to stay naked for the rest of the time, I will be only too happy to watch you all day."
"You confessing to being a closet pervert?"
"You've found my secret room haven't you!" Aizen laughed at Ichigo's initial confused frown. "You know where I keep all my damsels in distress and torture them?"
"You'be probably got cell blocks downstairs and a throne room hidden somewhere the size of this place."
"Ahh my boy, you never realised that I wish to be God and rule the world? All villians in James Bond were based on me you know." He'd taken off his jacket and tie and now was able to take ichigo's hand in his own. "Of course you know what that makes you?" He began to talk as they made their way down the corridor towards the kitchen.
"Well either James Bond in a poor attemtp to ilfultrate your empire and get to know your secrets or some dumb tart in a bikini!" Ichigo laughed.
"Remind me to buy you one of those won't you." Aizen laughed again recieving a well aimed punch to his upper arm.
THey arrived in the kitchen, Ichigo knew by the sounds of Momo putting out their plates of food. He accepted Aizen's guidance to a chair and being pushed into the table. Aizen glanced at the long serving housekeeper, she was deliberatly averting her gaze and he had to guess that their little encounter earlier had been heard or seen. He smiled. He always had a fantasy about being watched and somehow he knew that she was just the type of person who wouldn't be able to resist a little voyerism.