The First Time

Aizen's quarters were massive, one large room with a hallway to the side that Ichigo assumed was where the bathroom facilities where. Bay windows opened out onto a moonlight garden. Tea lights lit the path to a circular fountain with three posed flower maidens in the center, pouring water from their baskets. The room itself was the same white on white at the rest of the palace, with the occasional highlight of black. The feeling of the room was crispy and clean, almost clinical. The garden appeared to be lovely but it didn't put Ichigo at ease. He was nervous about being alone with this man he had just met, one of the first vampires he'd ever seen. He wasn't sure what to expect or how to act. Acting casual seemed ridiculous, but he didn't want to appear to be frightened. In truth, he was a little excited, the man who was leading him exuded calmness, class, and mystery. His actions were that of a high nobleman, something out of a movie Ichigo had once watched where the people all wore white gloves and hats and rode around on horses in the English countryside.

Aizen led him to a pile of cushions near a lit marble fireplace. Ichigo reclined on a gray pillow and accept the glass offered to him, sniffing at it before taking an exploratory sip.

"I have some tea if you'd prefer," Aizen said, noticing the slight wince at Ichigo drank the sake.

"I'm not much of a drinker. I'm still pretty young," Ichigo said with a laugh. "I'd love some tea."

Aizen spent several minutes preparing the tea himself. He enjoyed the soothing nature of the task, and chose his favorite tea set to serve Ichigo. He handed Ichigo a small hand painted cup. "This tea is called Tieguanyin. It is very rare and very expensive, but it is my favorite. It's an oolong tea from China," he explained, inhaling the aroma deeply before taking a cautious sip. He didn't need to be worried though; he always allowed tea to seep at the perfect temperature and never burned himself. He glanced over at his guest, glad to see a small smile on his face. Aizen imagined that the boy didn't smile that often, not that he minded. The boy's frowns were adorable enough. It was more sincere than the fake smiles that some of his comrades always wore. His second in command, Gin Ichimaru, always wore a smile, a very dangerous smile that went from mischievous to deadly as fast as a cobra strike. "Are you enjoying it?" Aizen asked the boy.

Ichigo nodded. He wasn't a connoisseur of tea by any means, but he enjoyed a cup when it was cold and crisp outside like it was on this autumn night. The fire roared pleasantly, the tea tingled at his tongue, and he began to relax into the soft cushion at his back.

"Tell me about yourself," Aizen said.

"I'm 19," Ichigo said. "I just started college. Like I said I'm studying zoology."

"Minoring in what?"

"I'm not sure yet. I love art and literature, so something along those lines," Ichigo said, sipping at his tea.

"Family?" Aizen queried.

"I have a father and two younger sisters. I'm estranged from my dad though," Ichigo explained. "He always blamed me for my mother's death and I was always scared I would accidentally hurt my sisters, so when we had a big fight just before I left for college I left things the way they were. I do see my sisters occasionally, but not for more than a couple of hours."

"You have nothing to be afraid of," Aizen said. "There are many ways of controlling yourself. In fact, since you've said you haven't been drinking blood, I imagine you have more control that the average vampire."

"So…are there a lot of places like this? Collections of vampires? Palaces?" Ichigo asked.

"Not like this. There are small groups here and there, clans of vampires. There is only one Las Noches though."

"So you're the top dog?" Ichigo asked, looking at the man across from him. He could believe it. The man was all control and poise. He could see him as a ruler, as a king.

"Yes," Aizen answered succinctly.

"What about this man that I look like? Kaien?" Ichigo asked.

"Let's not talk about that right now," Aizen said, reaching out with his hand and lowering Ichigo's cup, looking at him intently. "Just know that there are many vampire clans and that he is from one of the most powerful."

"Do you think we might be related?"

"No," Aizen said. Ichigo gasped at how close Aizen had gotten so suddenly. He hadn't even seen him move. He gulped, breathing in Aizen's smell, the smell of tea mixed with mint.

"I…um…" Ichigo stammered.

Aizen drew his thumb across Ichigo's jaw line, raising his lips up. He gently brushed them with his own lips, not fully kissing him. "Tell me, have you ever been touched before?" Aizen asked, seeing Ichigo's nervousness.

"N-no," Ichigo breathed.

Beautiful, Aizen thought to himself with a smile. "Due to how long we vampires live, it is extremely rare to find a virgin among us," he said, rubbing his teeth gently along Ichigo's neck, not piercing the flesh.

Ichigo began to feel warmer. The skin that Aizen touched began to tingle. "What are you doing?" he asked.

"All vampire fangs are slightly poisoned," Aizen said. Ichigo drew back sharply. Aizen chuckled as he drew him towards him again. "It's not a bad thing," he explained. "We don't feel our own venom, but on others it acts as both an antiseptic and aphrodisiac. It lessens the pain of the bite and brings greater pleasure to our…subjects…"

Ichigo was glad he hadn't used the word "victims". Still, "subjects" made humans seem lower than vampires. Ichigo wondered if vampires viewed themselves as a class above.

"Wait a minute, aphrodisiac? You're drugging me?" Ichigo asked.

"It's a natural drug, the same as using pheromones," Aizen said in his calming voice. "Besides, having drunk Starrk's blood already blasted you with enough chemicals to put you in a temporary high, not to mention he bit you as well, touching you with his own fangs and venom."

Ichigo could definitely feel the cocktail of chemicals surging through his blood now. He had been fighting it before, trying to focus on the fire, on the tea, anything other than Aizen's long white neck, gracefully arching and just waiting to be pierced. He felt like his fangs were pulsing, he kept opening and closing his mouth to stretch his jaw and tightening throat.

"Ichigo," Aizen whispered into his ear, causing him to shudder. "Ichigo, do you want me to touch you?" he asked in his subtly seductive voice.

Ichigo merely nodded, closing his eyes at Aizen's voice. He heard Aizen give a low chuckle, felt teeth on his neck again, Aizen's fingers running around his neck. He felt a slight tug on his shirt and opened his eyes. He helped Aizen remove it, realizing he didn't want to get blood on his favorite band t-shirt, from a local band his best friend Chad played in called "The Surefire Thing". He tried not to tremble telling himself he was shivering from the cold, although cold never really affected him. Aizen hands moved across his chest, caressing him, then went around his back, pulling him closer. Ichigo allowed himself to be moved, not convincing himself that he was fully going to give in, but realizing he was at least curious to go along with it for now. His hormones wouldn't let him withdraw yet. He needed to know what it was like, not only to be with another person, but to be with another vampire. The kiss with Starrk had been great. Kisses always seemed odd to him, something he both longed for and didn't know what the big deal was with. But feeling Starrk's lip on his own, feeling his tongue lap gently at his lips, had been wonderful. It was the beginning of entirely new sensations for Ichigo.

Ichigo hadn't been paying attention so he gasped when he felt Aizen kissing at his chest. Aizen was holding him in place, but he arched his back at the touch. Aizen again was running his fangs along Ichigo's skin, driving Ichigo even further into lust. He gently kissed at Ichigo lips, tugging at his bottom lip as he left, going down to the neck. He careful plotted his course, his fangs entering Ichigo just above where his neck and shoulder met. Ichigo gasped and clung to Aizen. He could feel Aizen began to suck at him, warmth and heat filling him, lust beginning to completely cloud his earlier intentions of not going very far with this strange vampire he barely knew. Instead he was fondling Aizen's lower back, getting the courage to go lower and cup and his ass, encouraged by Aizen's groan at his neck.

Aizen pulled him onto his lap, never leaving his neck, slowly sipping at Ichigo's blood. Ichigo was getting light headed but felt a spike in his blood pressure at feeling Aizen's hard erection press into his ass.

Aizen finally pulled his fangs away, kissing at Ichigo's neck, deliberately seeking out points that made Ichigo gasp and clutch at him. He gave a low groan as he heard Ichigo call out of his name.

The first time is always one of the strongest, Aizen thought. Ichigo's first full bite and I get him all. He loved the flushed look on Ichigo's face, the clawing of his hands as he tried to figure out what to do with him, his increasingly frantic noises.

"Do you want me, Ichigo?" Aizen asked in that hypnotizing voice of his.

Ichigo groaned.

"Do you want me to take you, Ichigo?" Aizen asked, whispering in his ear.

"…Aizen…" Ichigo called out softly.

Aizen smiled and stood up, easily taking Ichigo with him. He carried him to his large mahogany four poster bed, draped with sheer white fabric along the edges, piled high with pillows. Ichigo looked up at Aizen as he was gently laid down, his eyes wide, his blood coursing through his veins and roaring his ears. To Aizen, Ichigo looked completely delectable, his mouth open as he panted, his flush spread across his cheekbones and the ridge of his nose. He had never had anyone reject him, and he had known that Ichigo wouldn't be the first. If he had given him problems he would have used other means of convincing, but as it turned out, his berry was already ripe for the picking, a tender morsel ready to eaten up.

He carefully pulled off the rest of Ichigo's clothing, the boy helping slightly, but more or less lost in the sensations as Aizen continually caressed and rubbed at him, both with his hands and with his fangs. Ichigo was beginning to feel on fire, from the chemicals blasting through him and from the tips of Aizen's well trained fingers, prodding and pulling him exactly in the most erotic of ways. Ichigo was putty in his hands; barely thinking as Aizen moved his body around and became to prepare him.

Ichigo gasped slightly as he felt Aizen's finger in him, but didn't feel any pain, Aizen having discreetly pulled out some lube from a nightstand near his bed and coated his fingers before entering. The second finger was uncomfortable, and the third more so, but still not painful because of cocktail of pain relieving drugs having been released into Ichigo's system. Even so, he imagined the next part would hurt, and he tried to not brace himself, tried to relax. Aizen smiled seeing the boy in front of him on hands and knees stiffen, he leaned forward and bit at his neck again, this time on the other side. Ichigo arched his back and Aizen made his move. Ichigo didn't even feel him until he was pressing in, being distracted by the pain and pleasure of the bite. He groaned at feeling himself filled and his insides tugged at. It was an unpleasant feeling, his walls stinging and his muscles pulling in new ways. His lower back ached.

"Just a moment," Aizen assured him in his velvety voice.

How did I wind up here? Ichigo wondered. I never planned on letting it go this far, at least not immediately. What if he doesn't even like me and is just using me? What about Starrk, why did he kiss me? Why did he seem like…Ichigo was drawn from his thoughts as he felt a small movement within himself; Aizen testing the waters to see if Ichigo had adjusted to his length yet. Ichigo groaned at the feeling, but not in pain. Aizen smiled to himself and began to pick up the pace, thrusting in a slow rhythm that tortured the boy. Finally Aizen changed angles to search for the boy's prostate. Ichigo cried out and Aizen knew he had found it.

Ichigo felt embarrassed by his noises, his moans and cries of passion. He didn't have to worry though, Aizen found everything about the experience delectable. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been with a virgin, at least a vampire virgin. Vampires were always better than humans, being able to take much higher levels of both pleasure and pain than their mortal cousins. He knew that even though it was the first time for Ichigo, he'd be able to hold out for quite a long time, especially with someone like Aizen behind the wheel. He tried to make it as good of an experience for Ichigo as possible, knowing that he wanted to take Ichigo for a permanent lover, at least for awhile. With Kaien gone, he had been bored. Kaien's shapeshifting had offered a lot of fun in the bedroom, but in the end it was still the same person. This was a new experience, and he was enjoying it very much. He also knew that since Ichigo was new, he wouldn't be expecting to suck Aizen's blood, something he had never let a lover do. It was something that had been an issue between him and Kaien. It allowed far too much control over him and it was far too intimate for Aizen to ever allow it. The transfer of power, although slight, wasn't something he ever wanted to participate in. In fact, he had never been bitten. Changing over had been fully on his own power, and he didn't want to relinquish any of it, even temporarily to a lover.

Ichigo had long been past any pain and was thoroughly enjoying himself. Aizen knew he'd still probably be sore later so he decided to end things, picking up the pace of his thrusts, hitting Ichigo's prostate on every move. He reached forward to grab onto Ichigo's throbbing arousal and began to stroke it in time with his thrusts, feeling Ichigo gasp and writhe beneath him. Finally, Ichigo came, gasping for air, feeling like he was going to pass out.

Ichigo felt like he was pouring out his entire self onto the sheets as he ejaculated, pumping himself out over and over again until he was empty and exhausted, but still riding high. He felt Aizen shudder slightly as he clamped down on him, and felt him come as well, deep inside of him. The two of them pulled away and lay down on the soiled sheets, breathing deeply, completely sated.

Aizen watched Ichigo as he began to get drowsy. He helped the sleepy boy clean himself and then left him on the bed to get some rest.

"What do you want?" Grimmjow asked Starrk. Starrk had a wild look in his eye that was unusual for the sleepy man.

In answer, Starrk grabbed the vampire and kissed at him passionately.

"Mmm," Grimmjow moaned, always up for a little fun, especially with such a little used plaything as Starrk was. He gestured for his fraccion to leave them alone, his eyes glittering in the half light. "So what brings this on?"

"Does it matter? I just need to be distracted. I'm…riled up…" Starrk could feel Ichigo's blood running in his veins, feel the chemicals from Ichigo's fangs setting his body on fire. Starrk wasn't really a super sexual creature, but that didn't mean he never felt more primal urges. The kid's blood was something else though, he needed more of it; he needed Ichigo. He felt like screaming. So he did the quickest and easiest thing he could think of and had launched himself at the incubus.

"Someone has a little bloodlust going on," Grimmjow joked, seeing Starrk's fangs. "Aw!" he cried out as Starrk bit into him deeply. Grimmjow responded by biting into Starrk as well, the two of them clinging to each other before eventually collapsing onto the nearest surface, one of Grimmjow's many overstuffed divans.

"Good lord, what got into you?" Grimmjow said happily later that evening, lounging in Starrk's arms.

"I…still need more," Starrk said, kissing at Grimmjow's neck which was already laced with hickeys and bite marks.

"Of course," Grimmjow replied with a wide grin, pulling the vampire towards him.

Ichigo woke up not nearly as sore as he thought he would be. He wondered what he should do, waking up alone in the large room by himself. Walking to the attached hallway he found a bathroom with a raised bathtub in it. Yeah, that looked like a good idea, Ichigo thought to himself, running the hot water. As he soaked, he wondered what he had gotten himself into.

"Why hello," a voice at the door called in.

Ichigo jumped, trying to cover himself.

"Um, hi?" Ichigo asked nervously.

"Aren't you just adorable?" the silver headed man said with a smile and a lilt in his voice.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Gin Ichimaru. I'm the second in command here. I'm a warlock, like Aizen is," the man explained.

"Warlock?" Ichigo asked.

"Oh, I guess he was a little too busy to explain things to you," Gin said, setting himself next to the bath, making Ichigo uneasy.

"Can you…wait outside?" Ichigo asked.

"Sure, darling," Gin said, the endearing term making Ichigo wince. Gin waited in the doorway, with his back turned. "I left some clean clothes in there for you as well," he mentioned.

Ichigo dried himself off hurriedly and dressed, realizing it was the same type of clothing that everyone else in the palace was wearing, white with black detail work. His was loose fitting pants that tied around his waste with a longer kimono robe that was split down the middle. It was comfortable and Ichigo found that he liked the look, not that he'd wear it out in public or anything.

"There are many type of creatures and humans," Gin said from the doorway. "Beside regular humans there are warlocks, vampires, and various types of demons and other beasts that usually are aligned with the vampires. Warlocks are humans with special powers, but they are still mortal."

"But, you said Aizen was a warlock. He's a vampire," Ichigo stated, drying his hair.

"Aizen is an alchemist. He found a way to change himself, as well as two of his subordinates, me and Kaname Tosen, into vampires without having to be bitten. He was hoping to have the best of both worlds, the strengths of a warlock and a vampire in one body. He pulled it off, and became ruler over the vampires and the creatures that are associated with them."

"I'm human, or part human, or whatever…I've never seen a warlock or heard of anyone with powers," Ichigo said.

"Sure you have, but they're very good at hiding them," Gin said. "Besides, compared to regular humans there are not that many of them. Warlocks run human society though, just as vampires rule the world of the unearthly creatures, the creatures you'd consider mythological. At least, that's how it was. Aizen wants more than that, and it's caused a little bit of a…well, a war I suppose you'd call it."

"Wouldn't I know about a war?"

"It hasn't really started yet. Someone like you would notice odd goings on, I'm sure, but others won't when it's started. We are gaining ground because the warlocks like sticking to their magic; they're all mages and alchemists. Kaname is a necromancer. We vampires however have been moving forward with new technology, embracing innovation. I have no doubt we'll win in the end."

"How old are you?" Ichigo asked.

"Oh, well I'm fairly young by vampire standards, a couple of hundred years old," Gin said. "A baby really. Even the warlocks, although mortal, can live for thousands of years through their magic."

"Wow. So I'll live for a long time then?"

"How old are you?"

"19."

Gin laughed lowly. "Yes, you have a very long life ahead of you, my boy. You're like an infant."

"Thanks," Ichigo responded dryly.

"Oh well, time for you to go out and meet everyone."

"I saw them before, didn't I?"

"Aizen has called a meeting, so everyone will be there. I guess you're being introduced as a new member of the team," Gin said.

"He…didn't talk to me about it," Ichigo said nervously.

"Oh, I doubted he did. He just does whatever suits him and rarely explains himself. But, congratulations on your promotion."

"Promotion?"

"Well, to Aizen's lover."

Ichigo turned red. "I hope that's not my official title," he replied.

Gin laughed. "You really are cute! I'm going to love working with you, doll."

"Can you not do that?" Ichigo said with a groan.

"Something wrong, babe?"

"...great..." Ichigo sighed.

"Let's not be late," Gin said, leading Ichigo to the large meeting room that they called "The War Room".