Why Aizen and Ichigo? Aizen is evil and heartless. There's no way Ichigo would ever fall for a bastard who threatened to kill all his friends and family.
Why Grimmjow and Ichigo? Sure they like don't completely loathe each other's guts what with the "saving" and all but really come on! I mean maybe they could be like friends or something but love? Tch, yeah right!
Why Kenpachi and Ichigo? Sure it makes more sense than Aizen or Grimmjow (with Kenpachi being one of the good guys and all) but still Kenpachi only wants to fight and kill-he couldn't care less about anything else.
And Nnoitra? Wow you're really f*cked in the head huh? What the hell does that freak have that Ichigo would want anyway-certainly wouldn't be his looks. Or his personality for that matter.
How can you sit there and call yourself a BLEACH fan when you don't even follow CANON? It's pretty obvious to anyone with a brain that Ichigo belongs with Rukia or Orihime-yeah that's another thing-why do you call her Inoue all the time? You're jealous aren't you?
And then you sit there and type on your little keyboard about how a straight masculine guy like Ichigo is actually a sappy, whiny little gay boy who enjoys having things up his ass. You need help seriously. Not every damn character in every damn series is gay.
Maybe Next time when you pick up your pen or your fingers touch the key board you'll remember that you'll never be Kubo-sensei!
Nah really and all this time I thought I was. Why are Disclaimers so ridiculous?
Dedication: Bonne Nuit for always being there when it counts!
Warnings: Spelling, Grammar, Punctuation, AU, OOC-ness, AiIchi, OthersIchi, etc, etc, etc….
Shades of Orange
Part 9
SHOW SOME SKIN
In the last chapter…
"So why am I really here?"
The man stood up and walked towards him.
"Every creature desires to know about the unknown, even you."
"So what is this like some prequel to the seduction process or something?"
Why did he care?
What was he searching for?
Was he hoping to prove both himself and the one inside himself, his other personality, wrong?
Did he want Aizen to show him just how much of a seme he was capable of being?
The answer was…
YES.
The smirk had returned to the man's face, he was nearing closer and closer to Ichigo now.
"Perhaps."
And Now…
(Aizen)
Aizen reached for Ichigo's hand, pulling the fluffy white glove off. Turning it so that the palm was facing up, tracing the lines and grooves—bringing the boys' hand to his mouth, coating the finger tips with his warm saliva.
A sharp inhale. The boy began to squirm. Tried to pull his hand away from him.
After a few minutes, Aizen pulled the tips out of his mouth but did not release his hold on the boys' hand.
Deep chocolate brown eyes met cinnamon and coffee colored ones.
If he were a lesser man, he'd pounce.
But that was not the way Aizen Sousuke did things.
Voice dripping with desire. He asked the question.
"Tell me Ichigo-kun, when was the last time you touched yourself?"
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(Ichigo)
It was growing almost increasingly difficult to continue sitting here. Why was he still here? How many hours had passed? When had he decided that it would be a good idea to relax? Now he was perfect bait.
Why was he squirming around? It only made matters worse. He already felt restricted in the tight white fabric. if Aizen didn't stop what he was doing Ichigo would—
Huh?
Had the man just asked him a question?
"What?"
He watched, as the man enunciated each and every word.
It was almost as if his lips were moving in slow motion.
"When wasthe last time you touched yourself?"
Ichigo's eyes went wide and he blushed in mortification.
Even with all the things the older man had told him with in the last hour or so, he still didn't feel comfortable to be talking about something so personal.
"I—Don't ask me something like that!"
"Why not? There is nothing wrong with—
"Yes there is! That kind of thing is private. You don't just bring it up in casual conversation."
"Why does it upset you so much?"
"Because I-" he trailed off and tried to distance himself from the man as much as possible. "It just is okay?"
"You should not deny yourself from feeling pleasure Ichigo-kun. You should embrace it entirely, only then will you be truly happy."
Aizen the all knowing. Seriously where did the man get all these lines, these lessons of life? It was—
"What the hell are you doing?"
The man was upon him again, touching him, not staying focused on one particular place—roaming his body, seemed to be searching for something.
Mumbling about zippers.
Zippers?
"Ah."
The sound of triumph.
Ichigo shivered as Aizen's cool hand met the first revealed piece of his flesh.
He was going to kill Rukia for making him go commando today!
He had to put a stop to this before the man pulled the zipper on the bunny costume down even further.
He had a slight advantage because unlike most costumes with a zipper up the back, this one had two zippers, one on each side. Luckily Aizen had only discovered one so far.
Ichigo could turn away from the man, jerk violently against the hold and then flip over the back of the couch and race out the door.
It could work. He just had to time it correctly.
All thoughts of escaping left his mind when fingers danced along his ribcage before dipping lower and meeting his hipbone.
He gave another sharp inhale at the sound of a second zipper this one was higher up by his chest.
There was a loud ripping sound.
Ichigo did not want to think about what it meant
()()()()()()()()
(Aizen)
Caramel creamed colored nipples met his dark heated gaze. He hadn't had the time to fully appreciate them that night in the taxi, but now he would lather them with undivided attention.
()()()()()
(Ichigo)
The solution came to him—he would lie there like a limp rag doll and not utter a single sound.
The man would eventually grow tiered of his lack of participation. He would shove him out the door and—
Moaning loudly was not part of the plan. Pressing his chest closer to the man's mouth was not in the script. Feeling blood rising to his nether regions was not—
He could fight this! He could fight—
Letting out a louder moan, practically a howl this time was entirely out of the question
Damn it!
He was not enjoying a single minute of this—he did not find the man's tongue to be sinful and heavenly all at the same time.
He did not guide the man's hand down to his clothed cock—he did not
/'Lovely mantra ya got goin' there King./
The inner voice was laughing at him.
But Ichigo simply did not care because none of this was real—none of this wa—
"Father have you seen my—OH MY GOD!"
A new voice reached his ears, pulling him away from the pleasure he was trying so desperately to deny was even happening.
It sounded like a female.
He wanted her to go away, leave him alone to—NO! This was his chance—with the female now here he could—
Warm sticky fluid coated the bottom half inside his costume.
Damn it not again. He hated walking around with wetness clinging to his skin and this material was the worst.
Maybe he could take a shower in Aizen's bathroom before heading home.
/Sure that's a wise idea King?/
/I'll lock the door.'/
/Hmm and somehow I doubt that would keep em' from comin' in./
/Yeah well then I'll let him join me so long as he keeps his hands to himself./
/Good luck with that one King. Sooner or later, he's totally gonna claim your tight lil' berry ass./
()()()()()()
(Aizen)
"Damn it father! Take your mouth off that cheap slut for a minute and pay attention to me. I'm your daughter."
Aizen did not want to pull himself off the boy but he could only take so much of Hinamori's whining.
He looked over his shoulder and at the girl, wishing that his glare could rip the flesh and bone right off her body.
"Hinamori I do not know where your yellow sweater is, now leave."
She knew better than to snap out demands at him. Knew better than to pester him with foolish questions.
"What? That thing is more important then me?" The girl scrunched up her nose in distaste. "It doesn't even look normal. No one but a freak has hair that color."
"Silence."
"But father I—
"Do not make me repeat myself Hinamori."
The girl opened her mouth, snapped it shut and stormed off.
()()()()()()
(Ichigo)
Ichigo had caught the tail end of the conversation and sat up with a frown on his face. "That wasn't very nice, you shouldn't treat your daughter like that."
Aizen rounded on him, the last of the irritation in his eyes fading away and becoming something Ichigo was more familiar with.
The man grasped his chin and tilted it upward "Do not lecture me on my parenting skills, Ichigo-kun."
And then he captured his mouth in a kiss.
The kiss was—it was almost as if Aizen was mapping out every corner, tongue brushing over teeth, gums, the roof of his mouth, everywhere, not missing a single spot.
Hands had found there way on to his body again, pulling the fabric of his costume, ripping it even more, exposing more of his flesh.
He let out a yelp when Aizen's hand closed around his cock, stroking it slowly, the warm fluid acting as a lotion to his overly sensitized flesh.
He could feel the man grinning against his mouth. He wanted more. Needed more.
And then just like that, the stroking stopped and Aizen pulled away from him.
"So how about some lunch?"
Was the bastard kidding?
Who could think of lunch at a time like this?
He didn't want to eat.
He wanted—
/Patience is a virtue King, I'm sure he'll play patty cake with ya bod again. But maybe you need ta motivate him in ta doin' so./
/Motivate him how?/
/Oh I'm sure ya can think of somethin'/
/Why should I? He's the one who started this?/
Ichigo wanted to scream in frustration.
He hated being toyed with.
He told Grimmjow as much when they hooked up last night.
Well it wasn't a hook up per se but he made it quite clear to the blue haired male that he did not want to be jacked around.
/Certainly didn't stop ya from jackin' off though eh King?/
/That was different. And it's not like I did it in front of him./
/Nah that'd been ta much ta hope for but hey ya could always start now?/
/Not happening. I don't even know Aizen that well/
/King ya realize ya sound like an idiot don't ya? I mean ya went home with Kenpachi, a man ya just met-/
/That was different./
/Right and I'm ole' Saint fat one./
/It's Saint Nick and what the hell does that have to do with anything?/
/The point is King ya preach on and on about how ya aren't ready for A, B, and C but then ya turn right around and do D, E and F—well perhaps not F yet but-/
"Did you enjoy yourself Ichigo-kun?"
He nodded. Because even though this man was a bastard he felt no need to lie. Just was quite irritated that it had come to an abrupt halt.
"Good. Now touch yourself."
WTF?
/Damn King I should win an award for basically guessin' what he wanted ya ta do next/
/Yeah well I'm not doing it./
/Suit ya self but I don't wanna hear ya complainin' later over ya own stupidity/
"Um can I just use your bathroom and go home?"
"No you aren't in any condition to go anywhere, Ichigo-kun."
"And whose fault is that? You get me all—
"Excited?"
"Yes! And then you just stop."
"And that frustrates you?"
He wanted to wipe that arrogant smirk off the man's face once and for all but all he could do was sit there and glare.
"Finish it!"
/I doubt makin' demands will work on this guy. If ya want ta get a lil' ya have ta give a lil' King./
/I'm not touching him!/
/'Fraid his cobra will bite ya?/
/Cobra?/
/Has all the blood rushed into ya brain ta King? Don't be such a dumb ass/
/I'm not touching him!/
()()()()()()()
(Aizen)
The boy was demanding that he finish it.
That bottom lip jutting out, begging for attention.
Begging was not necessary.
All he had to do was ask.
Simply ask for more.
"Look at me."
He was not hypnotizing the orange haired youth. There was no longer a need for that course of action.
Half way through his story, the youth had fallen.
And he would continue to fall.
"Push the rest of the costume off your body."
On wobbly knees the boy slowly rose to his feet and pushed the fabric down to his ankles.
"Bend at your knees and step out of the pants."
The boy shivered and bent that shapely behind of his.
Awarding Aizen with a preview of what would come all in good time.
"Walk over to the fireplace and lie down on your side."
The boy opened his mouth but no sound came out. He appeared to be lost in thought, stopping his movement entirely.
Still stubborn even at this point?
Kurosaki Ichigo was something special indeed.
()()()()()()
(Ichigo)
/Don't tell me ya are thinkin' bout that damn dream again/
/Well there was a fireplace in it/
/Yeah but he was also sittin' in some throne like chair and ya had a freakin' feathered buried in ya ass/
/Still its-/
/This is pointless. If ya don't make up ya stupid mind soon I'll come out and make it up for ya. Would ya like that?/
/No I would not! You'll just turn me into some wanton slut/
/Don't be stupid. I'm just gonna tell em' that ya want ta take this to the bathroom/
/Yeah right and the moment I get full control back over my mind, I'll find my body covered in cum and blood. No thanks./
/What's the big deal? Sides lil' blood never hurt ya before/
/Renji said-/
/Ya friend is a fuckin' dumb ass right get it through ya damn skull. Think 'bout it, whoever ever the redhead hooked up with, the guy probably didn't even know what his was doin' but the man you're with is different. He's got years on him, don't ya think he's mastered the skill by now?/
/Well-/
/Want ta cling ta ya cherry lil' longer? Fine, tell em' that/
/No! I mean yes I mean. Look I'm tiered of waiting but at the same time I-/
/King no one said ya gotta marry the guy/
/Rukia and Inoue think I'm going to/
/Who cares what they think? Their nothin' but horny fangirls, 'course they want ta see ya get hitched. Chicks love weddins'
/But-/
/Time is wastin' King. Ya either do it or ya don't/
/I—I can't/
/Shut up and listen ta me. Now once ya are lyin down on ya side, close ya eyes and imagine ya are alone. Then just let loose, everyone will get what they want and I can finally get some peace/
/Peace? You're the one who decided to drop back in unannounced/
/Hey I appear when ya want me ta appear. Don't act like ya are not grateful/
/Why Aizen? I mean why couldn't you root for me and Grimmjow or me and Kenpachi or hell even me, Byakuya and Shuhei? I wouldn't mind sharing/
/King are ya kiddin' me? That's like comparin' apples ta oranges. Butter ta sour cream 'sides this guy lives like a freakin' celebrity/
/I don't care about shit like that/
/Yeah ya do. Deep down ya want to be wined, dined and catered to. Aizen is the most ideal for that/
/He's also arrogant, quite possibly unstable, violent and-/
/Ya lovin' every single minute of it/
/Last night you said/
/Last night was last night. Just like the night before the last was the night before the last. Ya need ta stop tryin' ta fool ya self King./
/I'm not fooling myself. Sure Aizen is interesting and attractive but he also has a bunch of people livin under this roof? What the hell would happen if I moved in? Would I become some sort of new age Betty Crocker?/
/Ya would like that wouldn't ya King?/
/Well maybe I mean NO I WOULD NOT! Stop doin' that!/
/Look King nothin' is officially set in stone. Ya are just explorin' ya options remember?/
/Yeah./
/Well then get to it/
/You're right. I can—this won't mean anything. I'm just going to enjoy/
/Exactly/
/You know if you were a human I'd kick your ass./
/Yeah and I'd fuck yours!/
/Can you just focus for a minute/
/Ya brain is mine, King/
()()()()()()
(Aizen)
He was not testing the boy.
He was helping the boy along.
For one could not truly find pleasure until they let go entirely.
"Relax your muscles."
It was careful instruction. Almost a whisper. Or like a song really.
He would not move from his position just yet, the boy had to find his comfort zone first.
()()()()()()
(Ichigo)
/I can still hear him. This is not working/
/King seriously don't make me come out. I swear I'll make ya body jump the man/
/You wouldn't dare/
/Betcha ya Ass I would)
/ I'm tiered damn it I just want to-/
/If you whine 'bout goin home right one more time I will come out and position ya tight virgin ass right on top of his cock./
/You can't do that/
/I can and I will/
()()()()()()
(Aizen)
"You have a beautiful body. I don't understand why you are feeling so uncomfortable."
It was comical really to see the boy scowling so viciously even while he lay there naked as the day he was born.
"Earlier when you were on the couch, you bent your body in—
"Stop making those kind of comments!"
The blush had returned.
"Why? Does it embarrass you?"
He knew damn well that the boy was embarrassed. Which is why he kept teasing.
"Yes!"
"Well now that could be a bit of a problem."
"Problem?'
"How can we move on to the next step if you refuse to get past the first one."
"I'm naked aren't I? I think that's a pretty damn big step especially since I only met you once."
"Yes you are quite naked aren't you? And your body is crying out for release but you refuse to give it—"
"You're the one who—
"Me? I have no control over your body, Ichigo-kun."
"Yeah but you—"
"I what?"
"You still have your clothes on."
"Oh? Is that what this is all about it? I see. Well then perhaps I should take them off?"
"You should."
"Very well but one on condition."
"What condition?"
The youth was glowering at him. He was so tempted to capture that mouth once again but—
"That you watch me the entire time. Your eyes never stray from my own. Can you do that Ichigo-kun?"
"Yeah I can," the boy crossed his arms, a slight cocky smirk on his still reddened face "Go ahead and strip old man!"
"29, hardly makes me an old man."
"I know but—
"But?"
"Now look whose stalling? What's the matter old man? 'Fraid ya won't meet my expectations? 'Fraid ya won't be able to perform?"
It was most peculiar how cinnamon and coffee orbs flashed gold for a moment.
Interesting.
()()()()()()
(Ichigo)
/What the hell Shirosaki!/
/Hey King don't get so pissy, think he liked my lil' taunt or should I say ya lil taunt/
/That wasn't me. I would never—
/Shut up and enjoy-/
/Fine!/
Aizen was not rippling with muscles like Kenpachi. He did not have a perfect six-pack like Grimmjow but the man did have—
A natural sheen (which made Ichigo pause for a moment)
A glow? The man did appear to have a certain glow on his skin
And it didn't have a damn thing to do with the lighting coming in through the large window or the electric fireplace.
"In some ways one might say I am above the rest of humanity."
Suddenly those words sounded less arrogant and more like a fact.
Still no need to dwell on it, moving on—
Smooth and hairless (which Ichigo could appreciate since he did like a clean look—Kenpachi being the only exception to that rule—not that Kenpachi was dirty but—well he had a certain cave man type quality to him—probably the wild grin and hair and wait!
Stop and focus.
Aizen. Right now he was with Aizen so his focus should remain on—
Aizen had a good three or four inches on him in terms of height, their body types were quite similar, the man's torso was lean, lithe, reasonably muscular. He had pronounced shoulder blades (that could explain why he filled out a suit so well) powerful thighs and sturdy calves, his legs seemed to flex naturally much in the way Grimmjow's abs had NO!—stop thinking about others—focus on Aizen
Right so the overall package was simply luscious?
Would that be the proper word?
Well anyway the man was sexy in a way that was very different from Grimmjow and Kenpachi—
Aizen was truly in a lot of ways in a league of his own.
Ichigo wasn't an expert but at least now that he saw the man in all his naked glory—some of his nervousness eased away—
It was comforting to know that all though there might be some discomfort, Aizen would not tear him.
Not that he was going to have sex with the man.
But perhaps next time they crossed paths?
Next time?
Who said there would be a next time?
"So about that shower?"
"I can not allow that because you broke your gaze away from mine Ichigo-kun which means I win."
"Look—damn you I just want a damn shower!"
()()()
Aizen had led him outside—now Ichigo was quite literally freezing his ass off.
This was ridiculous.
Perched on a bench in an utterly ridiculous pose. Back hunched, shoulders curled inward, hands placed on top of his crossed legs.
"It's c-cold out here."
"You wouldn't even notice the temperature if you just let go."
"You keep saying that! Look I—
Aizen was beside him almost in a flash, body turned towards his own. One hand at his lower back, the other on his chest, eyes dark and intense.
"Forget about the cold. Concentrate on the heat and really let your body feed off of my warmth."
Ichigo had half a mind to ask the man if he ever considered becoming a professional voice actor for Aizen had the sexiest bedroom voice—anyone with a healthy libido would wet his or herself.
And speaking of wet—Ichigo could feel it returning, the familiar sensation of pre-cum leaking from his quickly rising erection.
He tried to ignore it and just focus on the warmth, curl closer to Aizen, get lost in the heat—
()()()
(Grimmjow)
He normally didn't make it a habit to replay his encounters with Kurosaki Ichigo but that is exactly what Grimmjow had been doing for the past well however many hours it had been.
Close.
He had been very close.
He had had Kurosaki right where he had wanted him.
The younger male was beautiful with the way his coffee colored eyes rolled back, the way that perfect mouth opened in a silent moan. Once he relaxed, stopped worrying about being caught and kicked out of the movie theatre, he really let himself go.
The taste of Kurosaki was delicious just as Grimmjow had always thought the orange haired male would probably be. But he couldn't recall ever tasting something so sweet until now.
"Come to the mountains with me."
"The mountains?"
The orange haired male was cute when he had that confused expression on his face.
"Camping. You, me, some hiking and some other things." His tone was purring and suggestive.
Kurosaki seemed to really be considering his words. Orange brows furrowed in concentration, a slight blush on boyish cheekbones. He was playing with the hem of his shirt, offering a nice teasing glimpse of his taut stomach.
Grimmjow enjoyed the moment but then again he enjoyed everything that Kurosaki did.
He had half a mind to just drag the younger male into the restrooms— take him right there in one of the stalls.
/Another time for now I just want to enjoy whatever he's willing to offer/
"I-
Coffee and cinnamon met his own electric blues, seemed like Kurosaki was searching for some kind of answer?
"What is it?"
"Why me?"
"Why you? Are you serious?"
"I'm dead serious Grimmjow. I don't want to believe the rumors but I won't let you fuck me over either. If all you are aiming for is a way to put another notch in your post, then I want no part of it. But if you are genuinely interested in me well then I might go camping with you someday."
"Kurosaki I don't plan to fuck you over. I just plan to fuck you."
"That is not good enough."
"You are the world's shittiest liar did ya know that Kurosaki?"
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
Kurosaki's nostrils flared. The fine muscles in his forearms twitched. "I'm not a liar."
"Yes you are. You're not looking for a relationship, you're looking for release." A grin "And I can give you release."
"You asshole! I—Get the fuck away from me!"
"No."
" Grimmjow if you don't get the fuck away from me right now I'll—
"You can punch and claw and bite all you want Kurosaki, it won't change anything."
Brown eyes red and misty "W-Why are you doing this? What the hell do you want from me?"
"Save the dramatics Kurosaki, it won't work on me."
He wasn't trying to piss of the younger male (well maybe a little since getting Kurosaki all fired up was one of his favorite past times) but he didn't mean any real harm by it.
"You are not a chick Kurosaki. You're not gonna break from a good hard fucking session. I've seen the way you interact with that Abarai guy, you have a high pain tolerance, in fact," Grimmjow circled the younger man's nipple through the fabric of his shirt with his fingers right before he gave it a sharp pinch. "You like a little pain."
Kurosaki was full on snarling now, blunt fingers digging and clawing.
"That's right Ginger, give me a good scratch."
The sound of a high-pitched whistle pulled Grimmjow from his memory.
"We're here."
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(Kenpachi)
"You brought him breakfast in bed?"
"I'm still trying to figure out why he let the guy into his master bedroom with out the actual fucking going on."
"Don't you two have a model shoot or something to go to?"
"He's the model I'm just—
"The stage announcer, yeah I know."
"Aw that hurts, it almost sounds like you don't want us here."
"Don't you miss us anymore captain?"
"I'm not your captain anymore. That was a long time ago."
"Oh you wound me."
A snort "Acting was never your talent."
"Yes well I have many other talents."
"Being beautiful is not a talent."
"Being beautiful is an art form."
"And beauty is all you have."
Kenpachi let out a loud boisterous laugh. It was good to see his two former cadets again. Yumichika and Ikkaku were not your standard couple.
They did love each other. They also lived together. But they didn't have fluffy pet names and other terms of endearments for one another.
They expressed their love through playful jabs and mocking laughs.
Next to his daughter, Ikkaku and Yumichika were the closest companions Kenpachi had.
It was not because he was an antisocial person-rather it was because he simply could not tolerate the majority of man kind.
His ex wife was special, his daughter was special, Yumichika and Ikkaku were special and Ichigo well—he was very special.
Kenpachi was looking forward to spending more time with Ichigo.
He was counting down the moments to when he would finalize the seduction, make the orange haired youth his.
He was excited. And perhaps on the brink of newfound love—Kenpachi did not love easily nor was he one to use the word 'love' so casually but there was just something about Ichigo—something about the youth that set him apart from all others.
"So when do we get to meet the strawberry?" Ikkaku asked right before he slurped down the rest of his soup.
"Ugh, Ikkaku must you make such a noise while you eat?"
"This is how men eat Yumichika, you should be proud," to further prove his point, Kenpachi picked up his own soup bowl and downed the contents.
He found Yumichika's horrified/queasy look amusing.
Always such a priss.
Kenpachi imagined for a minute what it would be like if Ichigo were that prissy.
He would place his napkin in his lap and cut his steak into tiny little pieces, carefully chew each piece slowly, savoring the taste. He would dab at the corners of his mouth with his napkin, place the fork and knife back on to the empty plate. Rise from the table and push the chair in. Send a saucy wink in his direction and then sashay towards the living room—or better yet the bedroom.
Yes the bedroom where he would then strip out of his clothes-leaving only black lacy panties and stockings on. Then he would crawl onto the bed and-
"Earth to Kenpachi!"
Kenpachi wasn't the type of man who would get lost in a day dream, he normally would never zone out—
"It's a lost cause Ikkaku. I'm afraid our dear beloved ex captain is no longer with us."
"The strawberry must be something special then because I've never seen our ex captain have such a dopey looking grin on his f—urk!
Kenpachi loved to brawl. Loved to get a little bloody but he usually wasn't violent with Ikkaku or Yumichika unless they gave him a reason to be—accusing him of grinning like an idiot was a good enough reason.
He lifted the cue ball up by the collar of his shirt, raising him a good few inches off the ground.
"Nice going Ikkaku, you've awakened the beast."
()()()
(Ichigo)
Did he faint?
Is that why he suddenly found himself staring up at a dome ceiling?
How long had he been here?
Whereever here was.
No scratch that! It was not a matter of where but more like how he had wound up wearing a bathrobe.
And not just any bath robe but Aizen's bath robe.
There was no way Ichigo could mistake the silky red material on the inside of the plush white robe.
No way he could mistake that cool winter scent mixed with the rich undertone of brandy and something that he couldn't quite place.
/Fantin' and I thought ya couldn't get any lamer, King/
/Look can you just go away for awhile. I need to do this on my own-whatever this is."
/Fine. Wake me when ya stop bein so damn lame./
There was silence. Absolute silence in his head.
Nothing but the sound of his own breathing and the faintest drops of water.
Wait! Water?
Bathrobe and water?
No. Surely he hadn't blacked out that much. Forgot what happened?
The idea of being seen as vulnerable, weak or less manly was not appealing to Ichigo in the least.
It wasn't even about the teasing comments. It wasn't about the unexpected but not always entirely unpleasant encounters.
Ichigo just wanted to—
'What do I want?'
To be seen as an equal.
To be treated as an equal.
Not as a pet or a toy.
He did not wish to be used, abused and spat back out.
Call him a sap or an old-fashioned heart and soul but bonds were important to Ichigo.
Even if things did not work out with Aizen, he did not want it to end on bad terms, live with regrets asking what ifs.
Ichigo knew it was ridiculous to wrack his brain so much-knew how dumb it was to keep dancing around and be so indecisive.
When was the last time he truly let himself enjoy well… anything?
He had always been the type to put friends and family before himself and he would continue to do so as was his nature.
But he also owed it to himself to just be himself, without the interference/influence from others.
'What do I want to do right now?'
Well right now he still wished to take a shower
For Ichigo getting into a hot shower was a lot like a drug-not that he knew much about drugs except for that one time…
Rukia nicked a baggy from the headmaster's office (what a headmaster was doing with drugs in the first place? No one could be sure nor did they really care—Rukia simply said. 'Let's blaze up!' or something like that.
But anyway yes a real shower would help. Apparently Aizen agreed-why else would the man have carried? Yes carried him into well it didn't look like a bathroom exactly. It was more like a large room with high doomed ceilings, stained glass windows, a swimming pool, a Jacuzzi, a mini bar and a sauna. But surely there had to be a real shower around here somewhere.
Ichigo walked over to the stained glass windows, hoping to get a better look. Glass always fascinated him.
He couldn't quite place the theme. Not dragons (which he had half expected after hearing Aizen's story) but some type of well he wasn't really sure what it could be called—the figures bodies were shaped much like humans but their heads/skulls were anything but human—sitting in a large court room?
"Ah I see the Rebirth of 46 Chambers has caught your attention." (1)
Ichigo turned to find Aizen standing there in a suit and tie bringing to memory the night of when all this 'not so insanity' had begun.
Was he headed to the office?
Somehow this thought really irritated Ichigo.
It had been a weird (but not an entirely unpleasant) day and he did not wish for it to end yet.
Aizen was not smirking-in fact there was no way Ichigo could even identify the man's facial expression-not even blank was a proper description.
Ichigo didn't like it. He quickly decided that he wanted to change it.
()()()()()
(Aizen)
Aizen did not pout. He was not the type of man to cry a river over a simple rejection. He was not the type of man to chase others-he would not chase Kurosaki Ichigo.
Yes it would be a shame to watch the boy walk out the door but—
"Oof!"
Aizen Sousuke was not a clumsy man, he did not stumble or trip and he most definitely did not—
Arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him close, soft lips brushed against his own and then pulled away. Brown eyes half glazed, half flirtatious "Even you're not perfect Sousuke."
He had not expected for the boy to practically purr his name. The orange haired youth was certainly full of surprises-he knew the boy had it in him
(()()()()()()
(Ichigo)
Ichigo lowered himself down to his knees, tracing the pinstripes on Aizen's dress pants with his fingertips. His brown eyes filled with purpose and promise. "I rather like this suit so I'm not going to ruin it."
Fingers moved away from the fabric of the pants and up towards the belt. He hesitated for a moment, brows furrowing and then he shook his head and continued.
A slight tug and the belt fell to the tiled floor with a clink.
Instead of diving right into to it-Ichigo gave the now unclothed flesh a curious sniff.
He didn't care if sniffing was strange. Because this wasn't about Aizen-or Sousuke—or well whatever.
Ichigo was tiered of falling in line, marching to the beat of another's drum. It was time for a change, if he was destined to be the 'eternal uke' forevermore than he should at least be able to set the pace.
It was his body and no one-not Aizen, Kenpachi, Grimmjow or anyone else for that matter would get to fully claim him unless he gave them the go ahead.
Which wasn't going to happen any time soon. Not until Ichigo figured out whom he wished to take a chance with.
It may seem a bit unfair or like he was being a tease but—
'Enough focus on the task at hand!'
The smell was clean just like the rest of the man—it was nice though-almost intoxicating in its own way.
Ichigo wasn't going to fool himself into thinking that he'd be a natural but he always caught on rather quickly-there was no doubt in his mind, he could—
()()()()()()
(Aizen)
The boys' mouth was made for his cock-it wasn't just the lust speaking, wasn't just the image of those pout peach creamed lips sliding up and down his length. The slight fumbles, like the few times when the youth's teeth scraped against his flesh had actually been a major turn on. The boy, clearly a fast learner, had caught on and started scraping his flesh on purpose, then switched it up.
()()()()()()
(Ichigo)
It came out like a particularly harsh wave crashing into a surfer, like a damn bursting open, like a—
Ichigo nearly choked but he was determined to catch and swallow down every single drop.
He felt like celebrating
And then it happened…
Aizen's legs trembled and Ichigo lost focus, some of the liquid spilled, running down his chin. He wiped it a way with a quick swipe of the hand catching it just before it hit his borrowed bathrobe.
/Ya should be proud King, ya did pretty good for a newbie/
/Shut up Shirosaki!/
"So uh so I see the pool and the door to the sauna room but where is the actual shower?"
A smirk "Let's find it together shall we?"
"What?"
"Then we can have lunch in the green house and after that you can go home."
Well that didn't sound too bad—
"On one condition."
"And what condition would that be Ichigo-kun?"
"Hands stay above the waist."
/Really after all that ya still wanna play hard to get King?/
/This is on my terms/
/And everythin' else wasn't?/
/Not really/
/Hmph well I hope next time ya run into the magnificent Aizen-sama ya make up for lost time/
/Why rush?/
/What do ya really plan to hold onto ya virginity all that much longer/
/Until I can make up my mind, yeah/
"Fair enough. Now shall I carry you there or
"I'm perfectly capable of walking. Can you say the same old man?"
"Why do you call me that?"
"Well you are old, technically."
"I think you just say it to get a rise out of me."
"Hmm well considering what I just did—
"Feeling more confident now are we Ichigo-kun?"
"Well I'm no Aizen Sousuke formally know as Sigwald Alaric but give me time."
"Please never mention my birth name again."
"Only if you promise to stop ruining my underwear."
"Oh? But you weren't wearing any underwear today."
"True but that's only because," the familiar flush of red returned, "Any way just don't do it okay."
"How about for every pair I ruin I'll buy you 20 more."
"Let's shake on it."
"I've got a better idea," dark browns glittered "Spend Christmas Eve with me."
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Is that a yes?"
"I'll think about it."
"That will do for now. Follow me."
()()()()
"She was blond with bronze toned skin, her eyes reminded me of poison ivy. She seemed perfectly normal, a house wife who took pride in taking care of her home and her teenage daughter. I never would have believed that she would raise her hand to the girl until I saw it with my own eyes.
She said she was on a new medication, it was messing with her mind, making her act out of character. I did not care to hear her excuses. I had seen more than enough.
I contacted my father's lawyer and arrangements were made and I had my second daughter. Now naturally I wasn't foolish enough to believe that I could raise all three children by myself so I started dating…
"And that's when you met the love of your life?"
They were in the green house having a late lunch just as Aizen had proposed earlier.
The man was sharing another part of his story.
"Not love but a special bond nonetheless. Simca-chan looked so very different I almost did not recognize her at first. She had a son of her own. He was so serious for a child. Face so white, eyes so green, I'd almost mistaken him for some type of life like doll at first.
Simca-chan had a fascination with mannequins, enjoyed painting their hands with polish, dressing them in wigs and rich fabrics, the boy looked like one of her prized dolls. It was pretty clear that even at that young age he was most likely sexually confused."
Ichigo snorted. "Gee, wonder why."
"We were vacationing in Greece when she was shot in the head. Died instantly. Shiffer-kun had no desire to go and live with his father so he became mine."
"So you're saying that even children can't resist you is that it?" Ichigo was teasing the man but there was some truth to it blended in.
"Some thing like that, yes."
"Hmm so what about the other 4?"
"Let's save the rest of the story for next time."
"What afraid you'll run out of stories?"
"No I'd rather hear more about you though."
"What's there to know? I already told you-
Ichigo didn't get to finish his sentence because Aizen leaned over and silenced him with a kiss.
He felt that familiar drunken sort of swoon wash over him.
()()()()
Ichigo let out a yawn while Aizen was towel drying his hair-why he was letting the man do it he honestly couldn't say but after all he'd done with the man, a simple assist in drying his hair was nothing.
"Where are my friends?"
This time he really was ready to leave.
He couldn't wait to go back to his dorm rooms and just pass out for the rest of the day. He glanced down at his panther watch, it was glowing a bright yellow, which meant it was well past noon.
"They left a little over an hour ago."
"What?"
"Calm down," a teasing smirk-no not a smirk but a smile- "They left a message for you."
Aizen passed him a sparkly pink piece of parchment, it was folded in quarters.
Ichigo unfolded the paper and read.
The first part was from Renji
Sorry about the shit I put you through man, I was wrong. Heading to the Pocky Pals concert, I'll bring you a T-shirt or somethin'
~RENJI~
The next part was from Inoue
Kurosaki-kun,
I really didn't want to leave you behind but Kuchiki-san felt it would be best to let you have some alone time with Aizen-san. I completely agree.
Remember to be safe =)
Inoue
The last part was from Rukia
Ichigo, you idiot! Next time tell a girl when you plan to hook up with someone else. Playing the field is fine and dandy but in the end, you need a nice stable husband, Aizen-sama.
Oh and before you say I told you so, I was wrong. But how was I supposed to know that the silver fox was just a friend, turns out he's smitten with the little blond chef, Kira-kun. Any way don't do anything I wouldn't do although I know you already have you naughty boy. Smirk.
I'll leave a spare key under the welcome mat
~Rukia~
TBC
"Ah I see the Rebirth of 46 Chambers has caught your attention." (1)
I like making references to canon!BLEACH sometimes, the difference is this: In my vision Rebirth 46 Chambers is like 46 Chambers but with half hollows running it, not shinigamis. It's kind of like what would have happened if hollows/half hollows ran Soul Society. Shrugs. I'm weird. Don't like it well…you wouldn't be the first to tell me as much
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