Come Back Alive to This Place – Chap. 4
Warning: Lemon in this chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. All characters are 18 or older in this story.
(Originally posted 9/29/11, edited 11/12/11.)
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Orihime had slept, exhausted from her ordeal. When she woke up, the porthole was dark, and the lamp above her head had been lit, casting its soft yellow light around the cabin and making all the wood paneling glow. She sighed. If it had not been for her situation, she would have enjoyed the cozy atmosphere and the adventure of being out on the open ocean. But as it was, her mind kept trying to figure a way out of the trap without endangering her family and friends. Her heart sank again as despair at her captivity threatened to overwhelm her.
How could Lord Aizen, whom everybody believed to have been a good, kind man, have turned out to be such a rogue? As she wondered, the idea struck her that what she needed most now was to understand her captor. There was really nothing else she could do. She would have to… cooperate with him, figure out what made him tick. She needed that information before she could decide what strategy to take next, how to keep both herself and her friends alive. Her heart began to pound again, but this time with excitement at the new possibilities and the chance of satisfying her curiosity. Aunt Rangiku always said that no one was better at figuring out what was going on than her… and that nothing made her happier than the unraveling of a good mystery.
Her musings were interrupted as the door opened and Aizen entered the room again, smiling at her as he noticed she was awake. The laces on his black velvet shirt had been further undone at the front, drawing her eyes unwillingly to his well-muscled chest and the gold chains glinting against the smooth skin of his throat. He sat down on the bed beside her and began unbuckling his high black boots. "Did you sleep well during your nap, my dear?" He picked up her hand in his warm one and brought it to his lips, his eyes on her face.
She shivered again at his touch. But she couldn't help herself. "Well enough for being kidnapped and kept here against my will." She couldn't stop the glare, despite her new resolve to cooperate.
But Aizen only chuckled as he moved closer to her. "I know. It's an intriguing situation, is it not?" His smile was dark. "I must say, I've never found myself in such a position before. I find it quite… fascinating." Idly, he reached out one hand to toy with her hair, running his fingers through her curls, a possessive gleam rising in his eyes.
"What? You mean you're not usually in the habit of kidnapping innocent girls?" Her voice was tart. "Isn't that what pirates and villains are expected to do? You're falling down on the job."
He laughed again and paused, studying her. "You're not altogether what I expected either."
Her brow furrowed. "What did you expect?"
He didn't answer right away, but rose with a fluid motion, went to one of the cabinets in the wall and, taking a tiny golden key from a pocket, unlocked a small drawer. He began undoing the cuffs on his satin sleeves, removing the cufflinks, sliding rings off his long fingers and placing them inside the drawer. Orihime noticed a faint blue glow pulsating from the drawer, and curious, shifted her position slightly so she had a better view of the contents of the drawer. The glow appeared to be coming from what looked like a large blue jewel the size of a walnut. She quickly averted her eyes as Aizen turned back toward her, closing the drawer so it latched with a small click. "From a pampered princess of the Seireitei? Well, more hysteria, more crying… perhaps a bit of fainting." He gazed at her, one brow raised. "Certainly more boring. The women of your class are typically so… shallow and unintelligent." His face creased with mild distaste.
Orihime gave a wry frown. "Well, I'm pleased I meet with your approval," she said, unable to keep a note of sarcasm from her tone, even as an inner voice chided her for her brashness. "Can you at least tell me more of what's going on then?" Again unbidden, this time a note of pleading entered her voice.
He gazed at her with a speculative expression. "Still curious, eh?" He raised one brow. "I can tell you this. I—and my allies—are preparing for a major offensive against Seireitei. The ruling council and that fool Yamamoto have completely underestimated the strength of the pirates of Las Noches."
"No doubt encouraged by Lord Aizen's sage advice about the power of Seireitei and the insignificance of any pirate fleets, as you yourself said to me." The tartness in her voice was fueled by her worry for her family and her people, defenseless in the Seireitei now.
Aizen chuckled again. "Too true. They were so foolish to trust my advice, were they not?" He sat down beside her again, lifted a hand in a careless gesture to stroke her cheek with the tips of his fingers. He brought his lips to her ear; his warm breath brushed past her sensitive skin as he whispered, "So foolish to trust me." She was trembling involuntarily, and she felt his lips curve in a smile against her ear. "Nevertheless, that is no longer of any concern to you. You are mine now, and your fate will rise or fall with mine." He drew back to watch her reaction, his eyes sharp and amused as he took in the nuances of her expression.
"Yours?" Again, anger rose in her at his assumption of ownership. "And what truly happened to those members of your family who died in that accident? Was their fate tied to yours?" She bit her tongue, cursing her impulsive streak, once more leading her into trouble.
His eyes flickered, and something she did not recognize rose in them. "Ah. So you have heard that rumor." There was a pause, and then his eyes darkened and a faint smile curved his lips. "They met the fate of all who get in the way of my obtaining what I want."
She drew back in terror, his unspoken threat hanging in the air between them. Her breath had become ragged as she stared at him, her eyes wide. His gaze flicked over her face and body, lingering on her exposed throat, and she saw the heat rising in his eyes again. "Do not resist me any more, Orihime."
She quivered as he bent his head to her neck and kissed her with surprising gentleness, beginning at the shell of her ear and working his way downward to the hollow of her throat, and then even further, to her bosom. The warm touch of his lips was thrilling, overpowering, overwhelming her reason and her good sense as her blood rushed to her face and her body weakened. Part of her mind beat against her, insisting that she fight, scream, somehow attack this criminal, this scoundrel, this… beautiful but evil man who, it seemed, was taking over her body and laying claim to her very soul. It was so very wrong of her to feel this way. She sat, immobile, her skin on fire, her thoughts tangling, her body seemingly unable to take any action to oppose this man, as the tingling at her skin arrowed its way straight to her core, emotions of terror and exaltation mingling inside her in a ferocious and confusing storm. Her mind blurred as she looked down at his head of tousled brown hair between her breasts, felt his soft kisses like warm petals on her skin, felt the urgency of his body yearning towards hers.
At last he sat up, his eyes hazed and throat flushed, that deadly smirk on his face once more as he gazed at her sitting motionless on the bed, her eyes wide and locked on his, her body suffused with thrilling and terrifying warmth. She knew he had felt her treacherous body's submission, and now he was going to take his time with his conquest. He stretched lazily and she watched the muscles ripple on his chest. Leaning back, he began to unlace his shirt, and her eyes were drawn as though on a cord to his long fingers as they undid the laces, exposing more of his well-defined chest lightly dusted with fine brown hair.
She took a tremulous breath. "Wh-where are you going to sleep tonight?" she asked, cursing herself as a quaver entered her voice.
"Why, here, of course, in my own bed." His deep voice was amused.
"I want a bed of my own."
"No." His tone brooked no argument. "You will sleep here, with me."
A little desperate now, she asked, "Why? Why do you want me?"
He smirked again. "You mean, other than that you're a beautiful virgin of noble birth who wantonly invaded my lair in the middle of the night, and willingly placed herself at my mercy?" She flushed. "And that now I'm savoring the delightful and novel sensation of having someone like you completely within my power?" His eyes narrowed as he looked at her, a dark glitter deep within his heavily lidded eyes; he moved closer to her with languid grace, sliding one hand up her thigh under her drawers through the slits in her gown and petticoat. His fingers traced a pattern on her skin and she gasped. "Taking you will pleasure me." His face was only inches away from her now, his huge, beautiful eyes locked on hers, his body pressing against her bosom as his fingers moved teasingly up her inner thigh. "Suffice it to say that I do want you. And I always get what I want."
With that he closed the distance between them and his lips were on hers, hard and demanding. She tried to push him away, but her arms were boneless. His fingers dancing between her legs reached their destination and her body ignited. She gasped as though she had been plunged into a shower of sparks, a fire that burned but caused no pain but only delight. As her mouth opened involuntarily against his lips, he took advantage, his tongue entering her and exploring her until she lay helpless against his invasion. His mouth tasted of complex spices; his aroma was heady and intoxicating and her head spun. He pressed her down onto the bed with the weight of his body; her arms lifted against her will to encircle his torso, to clutch at the back of his shirt as the firm muscles along his spine flexed under her fingers; all the while his tongue was delving into her mouth and his fingers were drawing intricate, expert patterns between her legs and slyly insinuating themselves into her drawers.
He was caressing her, taking her intimately, handling her in a way no one ever had. No one else had ever even kissed her, much less dared to approach her like this, to breach all her barriers and possess her, down to the core of her being. Her skin quivered as pleasure bloomed all over her body; as if her very soul had been laid bare and his fingers and tongue were plucking at the roots of not only her body but her emotions. Involuntarily, she relaxed in his arms and moaned against his mouth. As his fingers reached further under her drawers and he stroked her more deeply, unconsciously she thrust her hips against his hand and he laughed deep in his throat.
"See?" he murmured, his voice vibrating against her skin. "It's not so bad after all, is it?"
She was feverish and confused; she found herself clinging to him, unable to decide if her agony was a result of his touch or the lost remnants of her pride. He laid her down on the bed and unfastened the back of her dress, his clever fingers making quicker work of the buttons than she ever had; she was always clumsy with fastenings. As he opened the bodice of her dress, it fell away, exposing the skin above her large, soft breasts held firmly in place by her corset. His fingers stroked her heated skin and she blushed. Then he was rapidly unlacing her stays, and the confining corset she had always hated fell open and away from her body and she could finally breathe. She looked up at him, her eyes wide, as she felt the air cool on her breasts. His deep brown eyes stared down at her, hazed with lust, as his sinful fingers played now with her nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger until they became erect and her breath hitched and he smiled once again. He bent his head to kiss her between her breasts and his curl of brown hair tickled the skin of her bosom. She shivered as he attacked her relentlessly, his hands and lips finding their way everywhere about her body.
Somehow he had undressed himself in the dimness of the cabin, and her clothing lay in a pile on the floor. She had never thought much about being naked; she did not spend much time unclothed as it was typically only during her bath where she was attended only by Tatsuki. But now she was aware of her nakedness as she never had been before, as he looked at her and she knew he was seeing her completely unclothed, completely vulnerable to him, watching her with that glitter in his eyes and that faint smirk on his full lips; and as she looked upon a nude man for the first time in her life and sighed as she saw he was beautiful.
He was tall and well-muscled but lean; when he moved it was with an unconscious grace but an overpowering strength that made her feel weak. She was nervous when she saw his arousal nested in thick mahogany hair, the tip gleaming in the lamplight; Rangiku had spoken to her of the ways men and women lay together but she had not truly understood. He pressed up against her, guided her fingers to his length, sighed with pleasure at her touch as she hesitantly swirled her fingers around him.
She was surprised and embarrassed to notice that she was wet between her legs, but he told her to hush, and said it was normal. He stroked her again with his fingers, fondled her deeply inside until she cried out with intense sensation, not once or twice but more times than she could remember; and then finally he positioned himself at her entrance and she stared up at him in wide-eyed panic; he slowly, slowly, with infinite patience, slipped within her until she enclosed him; it did not hurt as she expected; it felt oddly satisfying, as though she were somehow complete, as though all her life she had been waiting for this one thing, for this one person to breach her defenses and enter her, for this beautiful man to say that he wanted her with an intensity that she had never thought one human being could feel for another; and as his body rose and fell on hers, her own reached up to meet his; his lips sought out hers and she welcomed them; she opened her mouth gladly to encircle him; laid her entire body open to his will, submissive to his demands and his every desire; for she was his; his now and forever; and it was not a taking but a joining as the world went away and she fell into that dark, primal ocean deep within.