L'indigo a Embrassé La Princesse

(The Indigo Kissed Princess)

Kapitel Sieben: Siebte Begegnung: Der Kuss von Gott

.Chapter Seven: Seventh Encounter: The Kiss of God. I don't own Bleach…not even the Clorox Bleach :(

The road you chose.
Told me you loved me.
Told me 'no'.
Take your time, I'm only dying.
Patiently, I kneel here dying.
Curse the blind you curse the blind.
Deep inside is where it lies.
Don't mind me.
I'm only dying.
What got me into this mess that devoured me.
Lies and deceitful actions keep promising.
Darling don't lie.
-Eyes Set To Kill

AUTHORESS' WARNING: This chapter contains subjects one would not find suitable for those under the age of the appropriate age group. (I sound old don't I? I mean IM not even old enough for this! I feel so hypocritical….) Anyway, if you believe you are old enough to read this chapter, go ahead, but I do NOT wanna have a lawsuit if your parent/guardian comes in and finds you reading this then beats you with a belt or a stick.

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DoremonBeta by the lovely

Aizen's room was quite large. It took Orihime a good amount of time just to find his bed. You see his room isn't just one room. No, it was a collection of rooms. Each one with a different purpose. The first room she walked into, aka the room Ulquiorra ditched her in, was the main room which she decided to call it that. It was quite large. That was an understatement, it was huge. It was as big as her room and bathroom combined. There were three couches, two along the farthest back wall and one in the middle of the room facing the door she had just arrived in but a little more to the left, a device sat right behind the couch, and it looked like a projector, like the one Miss Ochi uses in class. Her bloodshot eyes looked over the machine. Contemplating on what he watched. He didn't seem like Gin, so it probably wasn't hentai. Or was it? Looking particularly shifty, the teen quickly walked over to the device. One could practically hear the 'Mission Impossible' theme playing in her mind. Looking it over real quick she pressed a button that said "On" and looked to the wall with anticipation. It took a moment but soon the machine began to whir and a light shone on the white stone. Once she saw the video of herself when Ulquiorra and Yammy came to the Human World, she fell back with a squawk and looked back to the machine before jumping up and hitting the "On" button again. She sighed in relief once the video was off. "Wh--what was that?!" Scooting away from the stalker machine she walked through the closest door.

This room was what she assumed was his actual bedroom. He had a pretty large bed. It was a western style that was against the wall and had black silk sheets. She never thought he'd have black sheets, maybe a dark maroon but black didn't seem his style. To be truthful she expected it to be white. Even the pillows were black, they weren't at big as her pillows but they were big enough. When she looked around once more she took notice of the bookshelves that covered each wall fully up until they hit the arch in the roof. Orihime was at a complete loss for words. There were so many books, thin books, large books, books of the same colors showing that they were a series. The only part of his room that didn't have books was where his bed was. The Princess finally noticed that all the crying she had done made her eyes quite droopy and hard to keep open. Deciding that a tour was not what her tired body needed, the princess dragged her feet to the large bed. Once she slipped off her shoes and laid back did she notice that she was in Sousuke Aizen's bed…and that she was his property now. Orihime just stared at the moonlight shining onto the bookshelves, and began counting the ones that had a metallic colored spine that glowed a contrasting color. After the 24th book her eyelids began to cover her gray orbs and she slowly let herself be consumed by sleep.

But…not before she heard someone chuckle in the darkness of the shadows.

He chuckled against her neck. The deep vibration tingling her skin. Gorgeous did she looked in the moonlight. The silver light illuminating her gray eyes, making the salty water spilling over them shine. How gorgeous indeed. The Lord's long fingers enclosed around the zipper of the teens jacket, tugging it down and then pulling the article of clothing farther down her arms by her elbows, partially to get it out of the way and partially to restrain her. He savored the sight of her exposed collarbone and shoulders. The way her clavicles protruded out slightly, the way her neck pulsated when she swallowed. How each simple and natural move complimented her beauty. His mouth found it's way to her shoulder, the soft and partially wet lips surrounding the thin convexing dip in where her shoulder met her clavicle, and sucking slightly. He successfully elicited a short groan, or was it a moan, from the teen beneath him when he let his perfect teeth graze her skin. With a precision hand, he ran a finger over the seam of her strapless dress, letting his trimmed fingernail graze her skin. Removing his mouth and pulling her forward into a sitting position, he unzipped the white garment in a quick pull. The Lord let her fall back into the black silk sheets and heard the soft sob that escaped from her lips. Leaning back down he let his cheek set upon hers and whispered sweet nothings as he pulled her dress down slowly with a skilled hand. Once and a while letting his pinky skinacross her milky skin as he dragged the article down to her knees. Creamy white skin shone in the moonlight, portraying each curve and dip on the teens magnificent body. Each shadow beautifully rendering the way her stomach muscles clenched as he ran his hand across her skin, tracing four faint scars and stopping short on her ribcage. He used his two fingers to trek across her each softly protruding rib. His index finger stopped short on her white and pale blue lace bra, covering her fully developed bosom. As his lips pressed to the pulsing vein in her neck he dragged his nails faintly down her torso and to her hip. He smiled to himself as he felt her arch her body when he slid his finger under her hakama ever-so-lightly. She turned her head and gritted her teeth, her arms trying to get free from the bonds of her jacket. In a flash he had her face in his hand and turned her head back to look at him, his dark eyes glowing with anticipation. The Lord pouted, like a little boy having to go to bed early, before kissing the girl on the cheek.

"Liebe, do you not like this?" She shook her head trying lift her arm up to push him off. Her eyes clenched tighter as a stream of tears fell when he harshly pushed her arm back down.

"S-stop it…Please." Her shoulders shook as she tried to slide the jacket off, but his hand quickly grabbed hold of her elbow.

"Liebe, I go through all of this trouble, just for you. Only for you. Do you not see how much I love you?"

Her breathing stopped.

He shook his hands free of the orange tresses that he had ripped out from her scalp. His sick smile growing with every painstakingly slow moment. Her whimper was cut short as he lifted the girl up by the already-ripping collar of her small brown jacket and threw her on top of the thin futon. He began undoing his old and worn olive green Yakuta, eying the small child with a sinister gleam. Her eyes were pleading silently, yet she knew it was futile …all of this had happened before, it was almost a nightly ritual. His deep brown eyes stared intently into hers as he climbed over her. Large, calloused hands ripped open the small girls school shirt wide open and he shushed her as she cried.

"Shhh, my little Hime. Don't you see how much Daddy loves you?" The smell of sake practically suffocated her as his nails ranked down her small stomach the blood beginning to stream down and stain the white covers.

No one heard her cries.

No one EVER heard her cries.

"Tsubaki, Koten Zanshun!" The fairy maniacally laughed as he sliced the skin of the Lord. His crimson brown eye was cut partially as he was just quick enough to move before Tsubaki went through it completely. The perfect skin on his temple was ripping open right as Orihime saw it as a perfect opportunity to knee Aizen and the gut, ripping her dress that had been pulled down. With an unexpected grunt the Lord fell over his hand over his stomach. The Princess bolted from the bed trying to run to the door before a brush of cold air hit her bare skin. There stood the Lord in front of her with a pout and his hand covering his right eye.

"Liebe? What was that for?" Giving a small chuckle as he smiled a bit. "Second time you have hurt me, I must say I do give you props." He tilted his head before shifting his foot forward, just in case she tried to run again. Orihime just looked down, her eyes filled with tears of pain, sadness, and most of all…hatred. She gritted her teeth and her fists clenched over her bare chest.

"You're scum…" Her voice was small and emotionless, the once bright and cheery soprano now a cold and empty broken bell. "Just like my father!" His hand fell from his face, ignoring the coagulation of blood that had fallen to the floor, some landing on his coat. The blood trickled down his face making him look as if he was crying tears of blood. That arrogant smirk was gone as was the air of his superiority complex. She looked back up to him, the tears freely falling from her bloodshot eyes. The Princess slowly let her hands fall limply to her sides. The white jacket that bonded her arms fell with a scrape to the floor. Her shoulders shook as he she began walking to the now silent Aizen. "Don't say anything about love. You are only after one thing, like my father…you're a disgusting pig. I'll give you what you want because I'm nothing but a broken little girl for the taking… just like my father said. " Her delicate hand reached up to heal the cut on his temple, he still had yet to speak. His cut had healed in an instant and she used her thumb to wipe away the blood. "Why so quiet Aizen-sama?" Her voice was laced with sensuality as she moved her hand down from his cheek to the nape of his neck, pulling him down into a kiss. He was rigid as stone when he felt her other hand work on the zipper of his under coat, pulling it down to the expose his lean torso. She was about to let her fingers graze his tanned skin when he grabbed her wrist in a stony death lock. His eyes were devoid of anything, such a strange thing for him.

"What-what did your father do to you?" The Princess' hands fell from the Lord's body. Her sigh rung out in the thick silence. Orange hair fell forward as the girl looked to her feet, her toes curling on the cold marble. She walked back to the bed she just ran from and sat down.

"What do you think? I was his…sex toy. Sora too, before I was born but once he got old enough to fight back my father gave up and waited until I was…'matured' enough. Which didn't take long." She wasn't the girl everyone knew. He realized this. Orihime Inoue had hidden this broken child deep inside her, and shielded it from everyone with her bubbly outside. The Lord watched as she laid back onto their bed and curled against a pillow, choosing to ignore the fact that she was wearing no other clothing beside her hakama and bra. For the first time in ages…he didn't know what to do. He had hurt her and didn't know how to fix it. So he just slowly walked to wear she lay and simply sat beside her, not knowing what he could do. The Princess moved the pillow and tugged Aizen down next to her by his sleeve. "I…I don't blame you. I know this is how you are…I--understand that. " She set a cold hand upon the Lords cheek, tracing a small circle pattern on his jawline. He didn't know what to say. He just looked at her with an empty gaze. "I…l--love you…" His eyes widened, he couldn't have heard her right. She just smiled slightly and moved closer to him. "I…love you Sousuke Aizen." He pressed his lips roughly against hers. Savoring the moment while it lasted. She pulled him closer by his collar and kissed him back with equal force, not wanting to let this moment ever go. She quickly pulled back and blushed profusely. He gazed at her vermilion face and smiled with an eyebrow raised.

"What's wrong?" She looked down at her current state and blushed deeper crimson as she pulled the ebony covers over her exposed body. "Ah, Liebe, there is nothing to be ashamed of." He smiled and chastely kissed her once more. "You're beautiful."

"A-arigatou…" Her face fell as she looked back to the Lord. "I'm sorry for…for your eye." Aizen just shook his head and kissed her nose.

"It's nothing at all, Liebe. I deserved it." Orihime's hands once again found their way to the Lord's zipper. She pulled it down slowly, the small noise from the teeth spreading apart filled the room.

"Orihime? What is it you are doing?" The Princess just looked up with a gleam in her eyes. Smiling at the Lord she put a finger to his nose.

"Now, Aizen-sama, I would think a man of your age would have enough experience in this department." The Shinigami just lifted a perfectly kept eyebrow at the girl. A slight chuckle escaped his lips.

"Pardon me? A man of my age? Are you calling me old?" The girl laughed his question away and pulled him on top of herself. "Now, now, Orihime. You don't want to hurt a 'man of my age'." He leaned down and kissed her deeply, his mouth moving in perfect sync as she leaned upwards and wrapped her arms around his neck. His tongue quickly took control when she opened her mouth for him, letting it run across her perfect teeth and wrestle with her own. She smiled to herself when he moved from her mouth down to her jaw, his warm mouth sucking slightly on her soft skin. His tongue made small circles on the underside of her jaw as he moved downwards to her neck and his hands began to quickly make do with the bra he so kindly left on earlier. While he bit down softly on her collarbone, Aizen threw the unwanted article onto the floor with a quick flick of the wrist. She gave a small gasp as his hand reached up and began to softly knead her left breast. She gave another gasp when his warm mouth enveloped the soft pink bud of her right mound, sucking ever-so-lightly while his expert tongue made her arch her back when it circled her hardening nub. Her hands found his way to his silky hair and began threading through the mahogany locks. She heard him smirk against her chest so she gave a not-so-gentle tug on his hair, and in return his perfect teeth grazed the breast he was having his way with causing her to buck her hips against his. Wrapping his bang around her finger, she pulled him back up into a heated lock of the lips. After a moment she pulled back and began pushing off his coat.

"You're overdressed." Once the unneeded article was off she began sliding down his under coat, the material falling off his shoulders in one fluid movement. His skin was perfect, she took quick notice of how his light tan almost glowed, how his gorgeously protruding muscles rippled as he curved over her, kissing her softly. Her fingertips and nails softly ran down his torso, going over every dip and bump of his abdomen. "You have no scars…amazing…Ku-" The Princess' mouth had been covered by the Lords. He gave her a hard tug on her hakama, pulling her closer. His deep voice rumbled in the back of her throat as he growled into her mouth.

"Never. Utter. That. Name. Again." His eyes darkened as she merely suppressed a giggle before she set her hands upon his hips and massaged them with her thumbs. Her eyes danced playfully.

"My, my I was just going to say kudos." With a gleam in her eyes she slipped her hand inside his hakama slightly, feeling his muscles tighten. Aizen felt her fingertips lightly graze his soft, thin hairs. "Aizen-sama, what…what do you see in me?" He gave a small shudder when her fingers grazed his bulging erection.

"Such an obvious answer Liebe." His hands began tugging down her hakama, and he kissed his Queen. "I see everything I have never seen before. You amaze me, truly." He pushed the rest of the article down with his knee and slid it off her ankles and kicked it somewhere off the bed. Smiling, the Lord kissed her once more with a fiery passion, hooking a finger into her undergarment and tugging it down as well. Once the obstruction was gone he pulled back to get a better view of his Queen. How her skin was glistening from the sweat that had started to drench her body, how her stomach was tightening with every inhale and exhale of hair, and the way her hair fanned out around her body like a beautiful halo. It all astounded him how this girl could be so naturally gorgeous. He was at a loss of words. So he let his body do the talking by leaning back down and capturing her mouth. She was quick to return his eager kiss but not before untying the maroon sash that encircled his waist. He decided to help her by getting off the bed for a moment, despite her audible protest, to pull down his hakama and slip his shoes off. He couldn't help but smirk at her expression when she took his body structure in. That look of shock was utterly beautiful. He had lean legs, much like a runners, without the bulging muscles. His hipbones almost protruded as much as hers did, but still had a larger bone structure. She couldn't deny it…he had the body of a God. A moment of silence overcame the two before the rustling of the sheets sliced through the quiet. Aizen had a giddy aura surrounding him and smiled like a schoolboy. His aura growing even bigger as she gasped when his member brushed against her thigh. He bent down and set his lips next to her ears, his breath uncharacteristically labored. "Are you ready?" The soft scrape of her cheek against his caused him to kiss the spot behind her ear and massage her hip affectionately with his fingers. He felt her cringe slightly as his member began to slide into her entrance. Almost instantaneously did he feel her warmth pool into him as he pushed himself into her with one quick thrust. Aizen couldn't help but smirk at the sound of her gasping and the shuffles of sheets as her head found a way to make an everlasting impression in his pillow. He paused for a moment until he felt her body relax, the rustles of his sheets when she let her death grip on them go, urged him to pull out and thrust back in for a second time. Her reaction wasn't as pained as the previous but he could still feel her stiffen at the sensation. When they say 'third times a charm' they don't lie, because when the Lord gave one more push did he hear Orihime give a small moan. He licked away the tear that fell down her cheek and smiled when her hands found their way to his back, urging him on. His thrusts became faster and harder with each one, her cries growing louder and her moans becoming filled with more lust. He shuddered pleasurably as her nails ranked down into his back and gave a small groan when he felt blood trickle down his shoulder blades, outlining his chest as the crimson liquid fell forward. With each thrust he felt her growing closer to her peak, he himself almost reaching his too. His hands gripped tighter on her hips when they both finally reached their end. Orihime gave a cry and pushed her head against the pillow while Aizen gave a moan when his seed split inside her with one last shaky push. His knees buckled and he laid beside her, not wanting to lay on top of her. With a quick pull, the Lord pulled her to his chest. Within a couple moments he felt her body lax and her breathing slow. He soon then heard the soft hum she emitted when she slept and knew it was the right time to leave. Carefully, he pulled his sweat drenched body away from her and cautiously got out of the bed. The Lord walked through a door and was welcomed by gleaming white tile and blue toiletries. If she had only gone to his actual room and not the 'guest' room, he would have his robe that he kept on the rack beside his shower. With a sigh the Lord ruffled his hair and looked in the mirror. A clap interrupted his thoughts and caused him to look at…himself leaning against the door frame.

"What a wonderful show." Aizen Sousuke stalked over to his other by the sink and set a hand on its head. "Kudakero, Kyoka Suigetsu." With the soft sound of shattering glass, the illusion disappeared and all that was left was the blade in the Lords hand. I hope you're not too mad at me. He could practically hear her scowling in his mind. He could've sworn he heard her mumble something along the lines of "I shoulda spit on the bastard when I had the chance."

Of course not Aizen-sama….*cough*asshole*cough*.He felt his lips twitch and his hand shook slightly before sheathing his annoying Zanpakuto. She was better than Momo at the very least. Have I satisfied your voyeuristic needs? Oh, great one? The Lord flicked off the lights and walked out of the bathroom, passing the sleeping teen without even a glance.

Oh, you certainly have. Now that you have finished your part its time for me to start with mine, I thank you.His smile grew with each passing moment as he thought of what was to come and thoughtfully stroked Kyoka Suigetsu's hilt. He walked down the halls, each turn already memorized. Soon enough he was at his destination. When he walked into the room he barely paid notice to Gin looming in the shadows. "How are things going?" The Lord's comrade stalked up to the computer screen beside himself and leaned against his shoulder, bored. Stifling a yawn the Kitsune pressed a key with his lanky index finger and pointed to the screen.

"They aren't toofar now. Heh, 'bout time. They even have Neliel Tu Oderschvanck even though she's a tiny babe now. Some other company as well, including Abarai, and Kuchiki. I give them about three days or four." The Lord smirked down at the younger male leaning on his shoulder.

"Well than, everything is going perfect." He gave a chuckle and watched the screen. His eyes fixated on a certain orange haired teen.

"You're a very scary man, Aizen-Taichou"

"So I have been told Gin, So I have been told."

AN:: Hello….so~~~ who wants ta shoot me? Im sowry…T.T -resident evil girl voice- I've been a bad bad girl…

Okay, no I havent I just got my laptop taken cause my brother needed it. GOMENASAI

Who expected that?! Yeah… that's what I thought! Okay so I didn't think that… but whatever…

I have nothing to say honestly other than: I suck.

Goodbye

Sayonara

Bai Bai

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