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Warning: Aizen/Ichigo action! (That is right, that time has arrived at long last!)

Chapter Eight:

Ichigo yawned and covered his mouth with his hand as he tosses the remnants of his homework aside, setting the pen down on the table as he decided that being smart wasn't as fun as he has always thought it was, it meant more work than being an idiot and the work was harder as well. Damn, sometimes life was just no fun at all.

Shaking his head, the strawberry got to his feet and plodded into the kitchen, checking the time and smiling to himself as he saw it was almost time that Aizen clocked off work. He sighed slightly as the thought faded from his mind and he ran a hand down his face.

"What am I doing?" he breathed, 'He is the enemy, he tried to kill my friends, he would have killed me if I had interfered with his choices... And yet here I am... Smiling at the idea of him coming home to me and I am trying to convince my friends that he is a good man! Shit I must have lost my mind... I... I can't believe this... What is wrong with me? What if he is just manipulating me? What if... The smiles, the touches, the lunches and the long talks are all just... Fake? He thinks he can befriend me and convince me to return his powers? Oh God... What if I made a mistake? What if I am putting everyone at risk what if... What if...'

Dropping his head onto the kitchen counter the strawberry squeezed his eyes tightly shut and fought back the wave of unease that he felt. He always followed his instincts and if his instincts told him that he could trust Aizen then he ought to listen to them. Yes, he should listen to them and silence the evil little shit who was whispering counterproductive thoughts in the back of his head.

Plastering a smile back on his face, Ichigo filled the kettle and flicked the switch, watching as the contraption began to work and heat the water; meanwhile he set up two mugs and popped the tea bags in them, followed by the sugar. He turned his back on the counter and leaned against it, looking across the room towards the connected lounge; another sigh escaped him as in the silence those nagging uncertainty arose despite his battling willpower trying to quash them.

He knew he was playing with fire, his own feelings were no longer obeying his head, his heart was running away with itself and was leaving him with all these complicated... Emotions that he couldn't even truly understand. He wasn't certain why his heart sped up when Aizen walked into the room; he couldn't be certain why his face flushed when they drew close together; he couldn't even contemplate why he felt embarrassed and stuttered around him like a stupid love struck teen age girl and... Oh... Oh no...

The answered slapped him in the face like a harsh open palm from an angry woman. He swallowed thickly and ran a hand through his hair and down his face, squeezing his eyes shut for a long moment as he swore.

'I'm falling for him.' he thought tersely before he shook his head in disbelief, 'Oh my god I really am falling for him!'

His face went scarlet at the realisation before he bolted from the room just in time to hear the front door open; one look at the brunet's face was enough to send Ichigo reeling as he bolted up the stair case and shut himself in his bedroom, locking the door securely and sinking down to the floor, covering his face with his hands as he dealt with the sudden shock of having his first crush, who happened to be his former enemy and the man he had once been charged with stopping at all costs, even death.

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Aizen blinked as he saw the look of horror on Ichigo's face as he walked through the door and he stared at the stairs as he watched the young man sprint for freedom as soon as his legs would carry him. Opening and closing his mouth for a moment, he hoped severely that he wasn't the real cause and that it had merely been bad timing. At the same time he strolled into the kitchen and set his bag on the counter, looking at the unmade beverages and hesitated as the perfect opportunity to enact his plan flashed like lasers in the forefront of his mind.

He licked his lips as heat swelled in his chest before he took a deep breath and let it out again, making the tea slowly and calmly before he reached into his pocket and pulled out the pot of blood red crystals he had procured from Urahara Kisuke, popping the top off them. Closing his eyes, he mulled over his thoughts. If he went ahead with this it could shatter everything he had worked towards, befriending Ichigo and getting these... Peculiarly unfamiliar feelings of belonging were not something he wanted to sacrifice. But at the same time...

His hand jolted and he swore as a lump of crystals dropped into one of the mugs. He could have face palmed right then and there but resists, just. It seemed he would have no choice but to go ahead with it now; for better or for worse.

A few minutes later, and several stirs of the tainted drink to ensure all the crystals had dissolved, the brunet carried the two mugs up the stairs and stopped outside of the bedroom door, he had heard the lock click while downstairs and knew he would have to sweet talk the strawberry into opening up.

"Ichigo?" he called softly.

No answer.

"Ichigo, have I done something to offend you?"

No answer again.

A loose sigh escaped him as he forced himself to contain his anger at being ignored twice in a row, "Ichigo, please do not ignore me. If I have done something to offend your good nature inform me of it so I can make it right? I would hate for us to fall out and argue after all we have achieved recently. I owe you a great deal and I would be most displeased to think I had in some way sullied your good nature and compassion." he added, 'Not to mention your ass if this damn concoction works,' he thought in his head, his loins tightening in his trousers at the thought.

The lock clicked open and the door opened slowly to reveal a slightly dishevelled youth who's cheeks were pink; his hair tousled and his shirt unbuttoned almost all the way. Aizen offered him his very warmest smile, "Can I come in?"

"Well, if you are just going to sweet talk me all night unless I let you in then yes." the strawberry said, his voice was a little shaky and he quickly retreated away from the door and towards his bed.

"Did my sweet talking not get the desired effect from you?" he asked as he entered, closing the door behind him and trying to ignore the fact that his host's trousers were unzipped, and considering his flushed appearance; breathlessness; hoarse voice and messy hair he was almost certain that his dear host had been in the throes of a self indulged passion – better known as masturbating. He also tried very hard to ignore the fact that as his mind went down that particular trail of thought his crotch was getting painfully hard. He was a very bad man indeed.

"It got an effect alright." Ichigo said, apparently without thinking because his face turned beetroot red as a response and he cleared his throat, turning away and making his already immaculate bed as though he was paranoid.

"I made tea." Aizen added bluntly, not certain he could sustain a longer sentence as he considered what the youth might have been doing on that bed moments before he had interupted. Oh he was a bad man... He was so bad...

Ichigo took the mug from him without speaking and only then noticed his fliers were undone; he cursed and sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeated as he did them up, apparently trying to force some bravado onto his expression in the wake of his mistake; his eyes were closed as he sat down on the edge of the bed and sipped the drink. His chestnut orbs flicked open slightly and he looked at the cup, admiring the slightly different taste to what it was normally like. He preferred this brand.

Aizen's mouth went dry as he watched him take the first few sips and he drew in a breath, downing his own scalding beverage without much attention before he moved forwards and sat beside him; glancing him over from the corner of his eye. It was difficult to tell if the drink was having any effect on him because his face was already flushed, Urahara had described the physical responses to him in great and imaginative detail and he was fairly certain that once it began to work he would know about it.

"How was school?" he ground out, making small talk to ease his fast beating heart.

"Fine... I told the others about your presence today... They weren't happy but as ever they trust my judgement. God knows why they do that..." the strawberry muttered in response.

"Because you throw out this aura of command and leadership, people cannot help but follow that aura and fall under it. You are strong and powerful, anyone in their right mind would bow down to you willingly. Unless they were stronger." Aizen answered knowledgeably, "The same happened with me... You remember Momo Hinamori?"

"Yes I remember her..."

"She fell under the illusion I cast because I was strong and powerful, I radiated command and comfort and she fell for that because she was less powerful herself. The weaker need a strong leader... Damn I'm sounding like I have a complex again aren't I?"

Ichigo actually giggled slightly, clapping a hand over his mouth in confusion before he cleared his throat, "A little bit. But it's okay, I can always put you back in your place afterwards." he grinned.

The brunet felt his heart flip at that smile, it was infectious and he found himself returning it wholeheartedly before he began to feel guilty and almost considered leaving the room so that he would be able to resist the temptation of... Fulfilling his desires when the time came. It was not right. What he had done was wrong. Urahara had made him swear not to use it on Ichigo, and he had broken that promise without considering that strawberry in it at all. He was being selfish and... He couldn't use Ichigo like that.

"Excuse me Ichigo... I just remembered I have left my phone downstairs, I need to wait for an important phone call." he spluttered the lie out, it was barely believable by he didn't linger to hear Ichigo's incredulous response; instead he fled the room, dashing down the stairs and throwing his mug in the sink before he crawled to the lounge and sank into the sofa as the unfamiliar guilt plunged at his stomach and made him feel sickened with himself. What the hell was he playing at?! Ichigo had stuck his neck on the line for him, he had offered him trust and friendship in exchange for nothing and this... This was how he repaid him?!

"I'm fucking screwed up in the fucking head." he cursed, dropping his head in his hands and sweeping his lightly dishevelled hair off his face, letting out several long breaths as he decided that even if Soul Society were to track him down and kill him... He would have to leave the Kurosaki household. He couldn't trust himself not to try again. He couldn't trust himself not to betray Ichigo's trust. He couldn't.. He wouldn't risk the faith that the young man had placed in him.

Making up his mind on that very course of action, Aizen sat back slowly and closed his eyes as he inwardly plotted how he would make his escape. A sigh left him, it was simple really wasn't it? He would leave while Ichigo was at school and suspected him to be at work. It would be easier if there were no goodbyes. He didn't do goodbyes... Goodbyes were final and cold, they never resonated with joy or promise of being reunited. No... Too many people had said goodbye to him over the years, he would not add Ichigo to that list. He would disappear, even if he never got his powers back...

His jaw clenched at the thought and the spark of anger that rose at the idea of remaining human forever, but he set it aside, 'Ichigo... Means more to be than that. Ichigo is... What is important here. Even if I am to remain human I will do so... For his sake. And perhaps in that one action of selflessness I will find my redemption. For I know now for certain, I cannot find it here, not when there are so many opportunities for me to commit deeds of cruelty and selfishness.' he thought to himself, calming his inner anger and relaxing as he felt it fizz out.

Ichigo had taught him much. Which had been surprising given the youth's age. Regardless of the details, the strawberry had taught him to manage his anger and to stop him lashing out with violence and cruelty. By taking apart what was causing his temper and figuring out why it had been triggered he was able to set it aside and slowly quell it with calm and resound thought. It worked 99% of the time as well, for which he was very grateful. He had so much to be grateful for... He wasn't used to it... But he couldn't deny that he liked it.

He let out a snort under his breath before his whole body tensed as a weight dropped onto him and jolted him from his reclining state; his eyes flashed open for sign of attack but froze as they met a pair of smouldering chestnut orbs. He swallowed hard as he ran his gaze up and down the fine figure of manhood before him, Ichigo himself was seated on his lap.

Aizen swallowed thickly again, taking in the sight of his flushed cheeks and parted lips, sucking in each breath greedily while his eyes succumbed to the tremulous heat pumping through his veins like liquid lava. The brunet felt his own heart rate speed up as he realised that this was indeed the effect of the crystals Urahara had given him and his guilt increased; he opened his mouth to speak but was silenced by the single long finger which pressed against his lips as the strawberry shuffled on his lap to get more comfortable, yet as ironic as it was the movement made the brunet more uncomfortable as he felt the most prominent outline of the other's hardened member grind against his own crotch as he moved.

Sucking in a shaky breath, he reached up and curled his fingers around Ichigo's wrist, pulling his hand away slowly and licking his lips, "Ichigo..."

"Shh..." the strawberry breathed insistently, leaning forward slowly before he placed a sloppy kiss on the other's slightly open mouth.

The brunet's eyes widened at the contact and as much as he knew he should be chivalrous... Such thoughts were evaporated on the fringes of his mind as he felt the warm wet muscle of the young Shinigami's tongue pushing between his lips and into his mouth, deepening the contact as his fingers came up and grasped his hair in his hands.

A surprised moan escaped Aizen's mouth and into the other's and he responded in kind, his arms moving and encircling the youth's waist, pulling him closer as his trousers began to grow a little too tight for comfort and he arched his back slightly as their groins pressed together, chaffing against one and other through the fabric of their constricting clothing.

It was at that moment when all conscious thought left both of their minds and they allowed themselves to be embroiled in passion and desire as heat rose between them and around them, enveloping them both and driving them wild with want. Hands gripped and groped, hair was tugged and lips were bitten in the fiercely growing demands for more access and more response.

The sound of ripping fabric roused them both from their aggression for long enough that they realised that they had begun to literally tear at each other's clothing in an effort to get closer contact before they both slipped back under that bliss of wild uncontrollable lust and damned be the consequences.

Ichigo's legs tightened around the other's waist as he tore the remnants of his shirt off and tossed it off to the side of the couch, running his hands down his chest and up his sides, sliding his arms around his neck and trailing heated kisses down his jaw and throat before settling in one place and sinking his teeth in harshly, marking him in the most basic and animalistic way. When he heard a hiss and a moan in response his erection grew impossibly harder as a rebuke, he began grinding his hips in a circular motion, trying to feel as much of the brunet as he could without parting and dealing with the annoying clothing that still barred their progress.

With a growl under his breath, Aizen stood suddenly; his hands snapped out and cupped the perfect round globes of the others ass and he gave them a firm squeeze, staggering across the room and slamming him into the nearest wall, reaching between them as he pinned the strawberry in place to pop the buttons on the youth's trousers and pushed them aside, yanking them away and casting them off, banishing them to the coffee table like a scolded child. He ran his hands up his bare legs, groaning heatedly and tipping his head as the other's mouth continued its decent to his shoulder and he let out a trembling breath before he reached up and gripped the other's throat, crushing him back against the wall again and barely noticing that the other's head had cracked off the wall from the force.

Instead he plundered his mouth, half snarling like a feral animal, biting his lips and tongue with fervour and tasting a coppery mixture with his saliva as he guessed he had cut him. Throwing such concerns from his mind he pressed against him, reaching down and palming the front of his underwear, smirking darkly as he heard a shocked mewl from the strawberry he had at his mercy. He tortured him with slow movements, teasing and defiling with every touch and stroke before finally taking pity on his writhing form and peeling away his last article of clothing. He swung the boxer shorts tauntingly for a moment before he let them slide from his finger tips and onto the floor; he glanced between them at the strawberry's privates and was impressed by what he saw, and without warning he wrapped a hand around him and began a slow and steady process of teasing the youth out of his mind.

His plan worked, he knew Ichigo was a virgin who had never been touched by anyone other than his own hand; as such it didn't take long for him to reach his peak and spill his load in response to the presence of a foreign hand at the helm, so to speak. But what he didn't expect was for the youth to still be so energetic afterwards, he was pleasantly surprised when instead of whimpering into a slumber after his climax, the strawberry instead ensnared him into another heat fuelled kiss, shoving him back and pushing him towards the kitchen blindly.

Unwilling to submit to the whims of the younger man, the brunet quickly scooped him up again and turned mid-lift, half throwing him onto the dining table before he pounced, shredding his trousers and underwear like a devil as he crawled over him and ground their hips together. He was again stunned when he felt the youth stir beneath him, but he soon realised (despite his desire clouded mind) that it was most likely due to the unbreakable stamina of the young man's inner hollow, flowing through him as he would in battle; a glance at the other's eyes were enough to confirm it as he watched a trickle of blackness invade his white sclera. As long as he didn't suddenly get jumped by the albino version of Ichigo he wasn't overly concerned. He had heard through the grape vine that Shirosaki was... Very beautiful and very willing to give everything he got ten times over. No ass play for the hollow. Ever.

Drawn back into the entrancing sight that was Ichigo, the brunet panting heavily and traced his lips across the other's collar bones, sucking and lapping at his slightly sweat sheened skin, enjoying the taste of salt mixed with that essence that was the Shinigami. He groan left his lips as his desires to claim the man grew exponentially, along with the hardness of his length. He gripped the other's tanned thighs and lifted them either side of him, blindly grabbing a bottle of whatever cooking appliance he found that was a safe lubricant given his desperation and pouring it generously over his fingers before he turned them to the strawberry and slowly slotted them inside of him one by one.

Heat swelled around them and and within them, Ichigo was keening like a lost kitten as he was plundered and stretched, fingers pumping in and out of him with zeal as he came for the second time already, his mind growing more and more cloudy as his strength dwindled only to be replaced by that of his faithless hollow. The pleasure was intense, and too much to bare, yet he wanted more all at the same time and it confused him beyond measure. Deciding that thinking about it was too much torture on his body at the current moment he merely surrendered, letting out a whimper followed by a cry as the sensitive bundle of nerves within him was struck by the invading digits which were preparing him. His legs tightened around him and his toes curled as he hardened for the third time, miraculously.

Unable to hold back anymore, after having already seen him climax twice, Aizen pulled his hand back and positioned himself at the gently stretched entrance, he eased his girth forward, pushing past the muscles and slipping himself inside. Moaning out and gasping as he slowly filled the willing and pliant body beneath him.

He came to a stop as he filled him; leaning down and kissing his lover passionately, soothing away the discomfort and the pain he was no doubt experiencing. Again he had forgotten the regenerative powers of the strawberry's hollow and without warning Ichigo bucked his lips and pushed him deeper still, tearing a feral moan from the other's throat.

They drove each other wild, as they began a fast pace from the start which only grew faster and rougher as time wore on, their bodies meshing and slapping together in passion and heat as their desires tumbled forth. They didn't remain on the dining table for long, Aizen soon switched their location again, and again, and again. For certainly, if Ichigo remembered any of this in the morning he would never again look at the lounge in the same way again, no wall or surface would allow him to maintain a calm expression instead to be replaced by dark flush as he recalled the perverse and pleasurable positions and places they fulfilled one and other in. Ornaments were knocked flying, books fell from the shelves and the shelves broke under the force of having Ichigo's back banged against them repeatedly; dining chairs were bumped over onto the floor and several pots and pans from the kitchen were sent clanging noisily yet barely masking the sounds they were making.

They tangled together, finally coming to rest on the couch where they began, Ichigo was straddled on top of his lover, bobbing his body up and down repeatedly as the heat grew too much and his third and final climax approached with full speed. Aizen seemed to sense it and he rolled the over, pinning the strawberry beneath him and thrusting into him forcefully, hard and fast with no hesitation and all heat. He snarled slightly wildly as he savagely ravaged the other's mouth, enjoying his taste and the sensations which followed as he felt the younger man's muscles tighten around his length as he came for the third time; he followed after him, releasing into him and letting out a long and low grunt of his name, gasping through the aftermath as he collapsed down on top of the strawberry Shinigami.

The two of them lay sprawled on the couch for some time, neither paying much attention to anything around them as they both dazed in and out of consciousness while basking in the aftermath of their activities. It was a long while later, maybe even hours, when Aizen finally heard the content and continuous light snores of the strawberry beneath him and he realised Ichigo had fallen asleep.

With the cloud of lust finally receeding from his mind, he was able to thing clearly again and his elation was tinged with guilt as he considered how their sexual prowess had come to manifest. A sweep of the room around them forced a sigh from his lips, they had certainly gone all out, animalistic and wild as they had been the devastation they wrought was something that would take a good few hours to clear up.

His gaze roamed back down to the sleeping male beneath him and he felt his heart breaking at the sight of his contented face, he looked so... Perfect. And he had tainted him with his own imperfections.

'Way to go...' he thought to himself as he glumly retreated from the couch and swept the unconscious strawberry up in his arms, bridal style, as he carried him up the stairs and into the bedroom they were sharing; he laid him under the bed covers and tucked him in, kneeling down at his side and brushing his spiky locks off his face, "Oh Ichigo, if only you knew... When you wake tomorrow you are going to hate my guts so badly you might even take your Zanpakto to me yourself. And I wouldn't blame you in the slightest. It would be a lie if I said that this was all part of my plan... Because... Damnations, nothing has ever been less planned for. I can do the maths, the plotting, I can cast aside the end result without caring but I always forget the humane factor. And now that I am human, that factor seems like it will haunt me even more strongly. I could handle you striking me down, but hating me? Hating me is something I do not want to deal with. And I was wrong to do this to you... I-"

"Sousuke..."

Aizen stared as he heard his first name slip from the lips of the sleeping youth and he felt his legs turn to jelly as a result, he swallowed and closed his eyes, hating how weak and vulnerable he was becoming. Perhaps this was the strawberry's greatest weapon, it was not his reaitsu; it was not his Zanpakto... It was his humanity. And his ability to envelope his humanity around the people near him. He had watched him do that to Kuchiki Rukia; to Abarai Renji; to Kuchiki Byakuya; to the Captains of the Thirteen Court Guards; to his Espada; to Gin... And now he too was falling under the suffocating blanket that was the youth's most powerful and most cruel weapon. His humanity.

"Oh for the love of the Soul King... I'm falling for you..." Aizen breathed reluctantly as he hung his head.

"Mm... Love you too..." Ichigo rumbled in his sleep, making the brunet look up in surprise.