Chapter 2 :::A Mistake:::

…And as the two lovers, once more, moaned and thrashed in the pale moonlight; another watched high above them from the shadows. A small device was cleverly concealed on the "Guest's" cell wall, made by himself, and known to only one other. The machine was fashioned for the sole-purpose of spying on the 4th Espada from afar, without him or the girl's suspicions.

Yes, Aizen watched as Orihime gave herself, once more, to Ulquiorra without reserve nor hesitation. He watched warily as Ulquiorra's mouth clamped down on hers while his arms embraced her with a tenderness that none would believe him capable of giving. Aizen never had any misgivings of his assignment of his fourth to the human girl, not one, until…now.

At first, anger filled him at the site of his ward being taken by his most-trusted of Espada. But then, he began to culminate the night's events into his own schemes, new machinations began to form. Yes, all knowledge was power. This information would prove useful should Ulquiorra fail him further.

Although Aizen never had any real plans for the girl, seeing her enraptured like this by anyone other than himself, was unsettling...was it jealousy, perhaps? How odd. The fact was, he had every intention of disposing of her body after Soul Society was lured here by her siren call for rescue. He knew they would follow her, regardless of any who believed her to be a traitor. He had even planned to use Ulquiorra as executioner. But now?

Aizen watched the monitor connected to her room with awe. He watched as Ulquiorra moaned into her neck and tightened his grip on her waist while she writhed on top of him in ecstasy. Aizen ran his fingers longingly along the glass monitor, eagerly watching the live feed. He had visions of himself deep within her…him, in place of Ulquiorra.

It could have been him, had he only invested the time…He abruptly made a fist. She was simply too irresistible to ignore. How had he missed all of this? How could he not have seen it before? She was the ideal "Beauty" for his favorite "Beast." He had been foolish to assume that Ulquiorra was immune to her because he simply had not shown any previous interest in the opposite sex. She was his antithesis, the same way the moon basks in the rays of the sun. She was everything he was not, how could Ulquiorra not have been drawn to her? It was inevitable, and Aizen felt himself the biggest fool for having not anticipated it.

Aizen thought back to his previous time spent at Soul Society. He thought back to Momo, his former most-valued servant. He kept her in thrall to him, always. She was blindly faithful and loyal to her bitter end and beyond because she was so deeply besotted with him. And now his current most-valuable was in thrall…to another.

Aizen heard Ulquiorra declare himself to the young woman, "From now until the end, I must see you, hear you, feel you…always." …His 4th Espada declaring himself to a human, the very idea caused him to erupt in fits of laughter. He was so taken back, he failed to notice the approaching figure with the ever-sadistic smile.

"What is so funny, Aizen?"

"Ah, but it must be seen to be believed, Gin."

Gin looked down at the monitor and saw Ulquiorra kissing Orihime's stomach tenderly while she ran her fingers through his hair with her eyes closed, softly moaning his name. Gin chuckled slightly and tapped the screen.

"Does this really surprise you, Aizen? I'll admit, I'm only surprised in that he didn't ravage her the first night. I know I would have…well, me, and every other Man in Hueco Mundo you'd have assigned to her. That he managed to suppress himself this long from her is to be commended, don't you think?"

"I must say, I hadn't given the two of them like this, much thought. I originally installed the surveillance only as a means to ensure her survival until she outlived her use to me, nothing more. …What am I to do with you now, Ulquiorra?" Aizen said to himself as he watched his Fourth spooning his sleeping prisoner.

"So you actually mean to tell me you've no plans for them?" *chuckle*, "How unlike you."

"Now, now Gin, I never said that…in fact, I have something very special planned for these two. It's so fitting, it's practically poetry."

"You simply must tell me," Gin said with a twinkle in his eye….

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