Summary: The basic gist of this story is that Ichigo is captured and is lusted over by the Espadas. Aizen finally decrees that the fighting must stop and allots each Espada one night with Ichigo. It's Szayel's turn!

Author Comments: I had no idea Szayel would be so much fun to write! He's probably one of the only characters in Bleach who portrayed..er...sluttily and still be in character :D

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or any of the characters (or this stuff would be real!)

Szayel paces around the operating table, examining his prize with glinting golden eyes. The handcuffs he had invented were all well and good for those Espada less well-equipped as he was, but he had discarded them the moment he laid his hands on Ichigo, opting instead to strap the teenager, spread-eagle, onto his operating table. "Well aren't you a manly one." He purred, leering at Ichigo's crotch.

Ichigo didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the ridiculousness of the situation. He had the feeling that Szayel was somewhat of a lewd man, a pervert if you will, but being strapped in so vulnerable a fashion on an operating table made Ichigo feel as if he was going to get sliced open and dissected. Quite frankly, he wasn't sure which option he preferred. Long fingers were tracing over his body, examining his naked body delicately as half-lidded amber eyes peered at him lustily. "Well, you seem to be in perfectly good shape." The scientist said abruptly, turning from him. "We shouldn't delay." Walking over to a tall, ominously-humming machine in the corner, Szayel picked up several strands of wire and a roll of tape, and began taping the wires to Ichigo's body.

"What are you doing?" asked Ichigo uncomfortably, squirming away from Szayel's fingers, which were prodding at him to make sure he had taped the wires to the right spots. Ichigo could already feel a slight tingling through the wires, even though the scientist hadn't turned anything on yet.

"You'll see." The scientist gave him a creepy smile before sauntering over to the wall. He ran his fingers casually along the control panel, tracing buttons and skipping across levers, before flipping a black switch with indifference. Instantly, Ichigo was consumed by desire; he was being intensely stimulated through his pleasure points, his body thrashing and bucking on the table. He was suddenly, painfully erect, his cock dripping onto his stomach, and he had never needed to come so badly in his entire life.

"Nghhh! E-enough, stop! Ahhh!" The scientist continues to stand motionless, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, his delighted eyes taking in just how delicious Ichigo looks at the moment: his face flushed with both embarrassment and desire, his strong, tanned body arching sensually under the stimulation. A few more minutes pass before the scientist finally reaches over and flicks the switch off. Ichigo sinks back onto the table, gasping for breath.

The scientist steps closer and licks his lips, admiring his handiwork. "This will probably be enough to keep you hard for few hours, at least." Ichigo can definitely believe it. Not only is he harder than he's ever been in his life, he feels like his nerves are on fire. A slight stroke of Szayel's finger on his stomach is enough to make him twitch and moan slightly. Ichigo attempts futilely to struggle free of his bonds when Szayel steps away, but the scientist ignores him, as he is methodically stripping off all his own clothes. When he turns around he's completely nude, his pale, slender, lean body in full view. To Ichigo's surprise, the Espada is already almost as hard as he is, from the anticipation of waiting.

Szayel stops to take a swig of a neon green liquid in a beaker before striding over to the table again. "To enhance...the sensation." He tells Ichigo, before grabbing a jar of clear oil. Climbing onto the operating table, Szayel places the jar down delicately beside Ichigo's head before straddling his waist. He dips two slim fingers into the oil, swirling them around the jar to make sure they're properly coated, before gently working one into his own entrance. "Mmmmm..." The scientist is half kneeling above Ichigo now, prepping himself with one hand while supporting his weight with the other. He starts moaning shamelessly as he slides a second finger in, pumping them in and out of his ass, stretching himself urgently. The scientist makes sure that Ichigo has a nice, clear view of him fingering himself, and while Ichigo doesn't like to admit it, it's incredibly hot and he finds himself panting as he watches guiltily.

Having finished prepping, Szayel reaches down and grabs Ichigo's cock, rubbing it slowly across his entrance. "Do you like that?" He asks Ichigo breathlessly, smirking at the flushed shinigami.

"Fuck off," snaps Ichigo, his face hot from the embarrassment of the situation.

"A rebel until the end, hmmm?" Szayel purrs. He strokes Ichigo lightly with his fingertips, and then abruptly impales himself on Ichigo's cock.

"Ahhhh! Fuck!" Ichigo manages to stop himself from coming immediately by the tiniest thread of self-control (as a matter of fact, he probably would have come already if he hadn't spent the past day being endlessley sucked off by Aaroneiro). His cock is being harshly squeezed by Szayel's hot, tight, velvety warmth, and fuck, everytime the scientist so much as breathes Ichigo can't help but groan.

Szayel lets out a long groan of satisfaction, his slender fingers clutching at Ichigo's waist. "I'm so full." He breathes, his golden eyes slitted with pleasure. "Mmmhh...I want more." Lifting his hips up until only the tip of Ichigo's cock is inside him, the Espada slams himself down again, furiously fucking himself on Ichigo's cock. Ichigo cries out, but Szayel screams in pleasure. "YES!" He shrieks, furiously gyrating his hips. "YES! YES! OH! MMM!" The dirty sound of skin slapping on skin echoes around the laboratory, broken only by the sounds of Ichigo's ragged panting and Szayel's vocal enjoyment.

Ichigo cries out again, feeling a familiar warmth pooling at the base of his spine. He can feel the Espada clenching around him, grinding down on him, and it's almost more than he can bear. Meanwhile, Szayel's shrieks are only getting louder in volume. "OH FUCK!" he groans, "DON'T STOP! FUCK! OH YES! OH YES! I'M COMING!" he screams, and impaling himself once more, comes hard all over Ichigo's stomach, his body jerking and thrashing. The sudden tightening of Szayel's muscles push Ichigo cry out as he climaxes too, and the scientist moans as Ichigo comes messily deep inside him.

Szayel is panting hard, bracing himself on Ichigo's chest. "I haven't been laid in so long." The scientist groans, running his fingers across Ichigo's nipples. Ichigo, to his own embarrassment and horror, is still rock-hard despite the amazing fuck he's just had, and the scientist is still seated firmly on his erection.

Szayel starts to move again, slowly, and Ichigo moans helplessly, his trapped hands clenching and unclenching. The scientist stops for a minute and gropes under the table, fingers searching for something. He jabs at a button, and the top half of the operating table starts to rise, pushing Ichigo into a sitting position. Slowly, Szayel lifts his bottom and Ichigo watches his cock slide out, inch by inch. "You like what you see, Ichigo?" murmurs Szayel, watching the expression on on Ichigo's face. "You like seeing your big, fat, cock" and here Szayel pushes downwards with a loud moan, and Ichigo watches his cock push its way slowly back into that tight hole "- fucking me?"

Szayel starts riding Ichigo again, almost frantically, his head thrown back and his golden eyes glazed with lust. The Espada's pale, lean body is covered in a light sheen of sweat, and Ichigo can't seem to tear his eyes away from the muscles flexing subtly under Szayel's skin as the scientist thrusts his hips downwards again and again. "Not hard enough!" Szayel hisses. He snaps his fingers and suddenly Ichigo is freed from his bonds. The scientist grips Ichigo's shoulders, his eyes burning with desire. "Fuck me," he orders raspily, breathing hard. Climbing off the operating table (and moaning loudly when Ichigo's cock slides out of him with a slick 'pop') the scientist limps over to his lab desk and bends over it, resting his forearms on the surface. Spreading his legs, he looks over his shoulder at Ichigo and purrs, "Well? Are you," he licks his lips, "coming?"

Ichigo, blushing despite himself, slides off the operating table and walks towards the scientist. Gripping Szayel's thighs hesitantly, he starts pushing slowly into the Espada. The scientist moans like a 10 yen slut, his inner muscles clenching with need, spreading his legs even wider. "More!" he cries, his hips bucking wantonly. Ichigo groans at the sensation, and, bracing himself with one hand on the lab station and one arm around Szayel's waist, starts to thrust hard into that hot, tight hole. Szayel keens with pleasure and starts slamming his hips back to meet Ichigo's thrusts. "HARDER!" he screams, clawing at the desk, his legs trembling. "Please! I need it deeper!" Ichigo's thrusts turn savage as he pounds into the Espada, and as Szayel's opening tightens without warning Ichigo comes with a helpless cry, shooting long pulses of semen into the Espada's clenching hole, grinding against the scientist until Szayel throws his head back and screams with pleasure as he climaxes against the lab desk.

Ichigo's legs are wobbly, his body is still shaking from his intense climax as Szayel starts to rock against him again. "I can't anymore!" Ichigo pants, exhuasted. Suddenly he's shoved backwards onto the operating table.

"Oh no you don't," leers Szayel. He flicks gently at Ichigo's erection with his finger. "This hasn't settled down yet, I see. I need to see how long this drug lasts under the stimulus of vigorous sexual activity. Purely for...scientific purposes, of course." The bonds refasten themselves around the frightened shinigami's appendages.

Breathing hard, his pink hair damp and tumbling messily around his face, Szayel fixes a dirty glance at Ichigo with his amber eyes. "Let's see how many sessions we can fit in before the drug I gave you loses its effect, shall we?"

Later

The scientist pulls himself off the unconscious shinigami, staggering over to his lab desk, barely able to walk but with a huge leering grin on his face. Sitting down nude at his desk (wincing a little when his bottom touches his chair) he writes, Six hours. Not bad, but could be stronger...

The ink from his pen smears across the paper as he turns and leers hungrily at the Ichigo, forgetting his report.

***

Zommari Leroux uncrosses his legs, rising contemplatively from cross-legged stance in his quiet meditation room. Although his movements are slow and calm, his golden eyes are burning. It is time.

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