Chapter 3: The Rendering
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(Thanks so much to Phantom Trainer (And the next chapter is here. I will do doubletime working on the next as well!), Shima-Taicho31 (Ichi won't be so happy about the first few times, but he'll warm up gradually...), Hisuiryuu (You've got that right. DX But there are some things that will change his feelings, coming soon.), Kyuumihaira (I think he wants someone else to be the chosen one for a change!), Mitsukini Haninozuka (You've got it!), Enjali (It would be nice for Ichigo to loosen up and get a little nasty, but that will have to wait as Aizen works his charms...), GrimmIchisgrl (I have a nasty little Aizen obsession too. Ichigo will soon feel more like the lucky boy he is!), Sariniste (Heh, I don't think you have to worry about bad boy Aizen being locked up any time soon. He's a slippery guy! Ah, and thankfully, this website seems to have fixed the problems with the notifications. I finally got a bunch yesterday and have been getting them as expected today.), AmazingLion29 (Here's that update...and more is coming soon!), Tee (Here you go!) and Sonia (Yup! Here you go! I'll have another soon.) Enjoy the new update. Love, Spunky)
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"This is all moving really fast," Ichigo said, shivering under Aizen's possessive hands.
He pulled away and sat up, placing a hand over his pounding heart.
"I feel kind of sick."
"You weren't expecting something like this," Aizen said calmly, keeping his distance, but looking steadily into Ichigo's almost panicked eyes, "It's not surprising that you are unsettled. I...have a feeling that won't be a problem for long."
"How do you figure?" Ichigo asked warily, "You'll just wait until I pass out or something?"
"I hope it won't come to that," Aizen said, smirking, "but that's not what I meant. Look."
Ichigo's eyes followed to where a glow had arisen beneath their flesh. Each man's torso pulsated gently and Ichigo felt a deeper panic set in.
"Something weird is happening! I feel...strange. When I look at you..."
Ichigo paused, staring as the light seemed to stream into Aizen's hypnotic eyes, freezing him in place as the elder man kissed him again.
"Listen, Ichigo, you will hear them," Aizen said quietly.
Ichigo's eyes slid closed and he began to hear whispers that seemed to echo all through his unsettled mind.
Shiba Ichigo...I am glad you are here.
"Reiou?" Ichigo breathed dizzily, "What is this? Why is this happening?"
This is your fate, Ichigo. This is what resulted from taking my life with your sword stroke. Now, you will bring life to my next incarnation.
Ichigo sank deeper into his reverie as Aizen watched closely.
What do you mean, your next incarnation? Ichigo thought, You mean, the baby we're making?
He felt a swirl in the reiatsu around him, then the touch of Aizen's hands as he laid Ichigo down on his back again and began to run his hands over the younger man's soft skin.
I mean the king you are making, Reiou's voice answered, Let me explain how this will happen. Aizen Sousuke has been chosen by me to father my new incarnation. I know, as you do, that he is a treacherous man, and that he is dangerous, both to you and to the new king. You must keep this in mind as you progress. I saw in a vision that Aizen would be born, and that I needed him to bring about a change in our worlds.
Ichigo frowned inwardly at the odd words.
You needed a villain? he inquired.
Yes. Sometimes, it seems, it takes a great force of some kind to instill change. Sometimes the forces of good are enough, but sometimes, what is needed is a great evil force. All of this keeps our worlds in balance.
Ichigo let the words play in his mind for several minutes.
I think I understand, but I don't know if I agree.
He felt the warmth of a very human smile.
That is understandable. You grew up in the living world, not a palace, and you have been called upon repeatedly to act as a powerful force of good. Why would you consider that sometimes evil is necessary? In any case, I saw the potential in Aizen, and I protected him from death, knowing that he would grow into the evil betrayer of Soul Society.
Ichigo's eyes narrowed.
Are you feeling better now about having killed me? the king's voice asked, Again, I understand. You went through many painful trials because of that simple manipulation. I know well that if Aizen had been killed by Central 46, you would still be in Karakura Town, growing up a normal teenager. What I did, disrupted your life in many wicked ways.
It disrupted a lot more than that, Ichigo thought tersely, It changed the course of thousands of lives.
It also meant that the taichous were able to reach the spirit dimension so that they could fight the quincy king. And think of quickly Soul Society would have fallen without you to brace Ywach.
Ichigo sighed skeptically.
That could be the case, or there could have been someone else who could have made a difference. Who knows all of the possibilities. Even someone with future vision doesn't know everything. Ywach learned that the hard way.
He did, the king agreed in an affectionate tone, Ichigo, I know what I am asking is difficult.
You're asking me to lie down with the betrayer of Soul Society, the one who tried to kill my friends.
Everything that is happening is necessary to bring about the presence of the one who can balance our worlds. And the important thing is that he will be...
I hope not like Ywach or Aizen! Ichigo fumed.
Because of the balance of forces you and Aizen Sousuke will provide, my new incarnation will be a balanced individual, and should consider all things of importance in making his decisions. He will not be a slave to others, but a calm caretaker. He will have your good heart and conscience and great power that will come from both you and Aizen.
Ichigo couldn't help but keep to his skeptical nature.
You sound pretty sure of that, but...what if he's more like Aizen and doesn't listen to his heart and conscience? Then, we're in as much trouble as with Ywach.
The king's voice remained calm and untroubled in Ichigo's mind.
All will be well. As long as you have a hand in the new king's fate, Ichigo, he will reign with goodness and wisdom.
I guess I have to trust you on that, Ichigo concluded.
Relax now, the king directed him, Allow the prism to take over. This will shield you somewhat from Aizen's evil.
Ichigo felt a swell of power light the prism inside his torso, and although he remained aware of what was happening between Aizen's body and his, it felt more distant, as though it was happening to someone else. As Aizen coaxed his thighs apart and slowly entered him, the king's voice soothed Ichigo and continued to explain.
The hogyoku in Aizen Sousuke is responding to my desires and is causing Aizen's body to send a large amount of raw transcendent reiatsu into your body, where it is gathered into a spirit chamber that is forming inside you. As the chamber gathers the reiatsu, you will lose your own powers and your body will focus solely on rendering the reiatsu to make the new king. The reiatsu can't be placed in you all at once. Even your considerable strength isn't enough to handle it. Instead, you will accept the reiatsu in a series of matings, rendering between each joining. When the last of the reiatsu is placed, you will render it and bear my new incarnation. I warn you, Ichigo. Aizen is both necessary to this task and the greatest threat to it. But you will make the difference in what happens to the new king. Make your choices carefully.
Ichigo gazed up into Aizen's eyes, watching as the hogyoku flared in his midsection, and those brown eyes filled with unnatural golden light.
This light is the marking of my power. Do not fear it.
That's easier said than done...
"Has he stopped speaking to you?" Aizen asked suddenly, jarring Ichigo back into full awareness.
He gasped at the harsh feeling of invasion, and the residual pain of his first penetration. He stared, wide-eyed, up into Aizen's powerful gaze, groaning as he sensed the heavy, transcendent reiatsu that was soon to be moved from Aizen's body into his.
"Ichigo, are you all right?"
He panted for a moment to catch his breath, then nodded wordlessly. Aizen's eyes intensified, the golden light growing until it blinded Ichigo and left him helpless in the other man's arms. Aizen moved and flickers of pain lanced through him, and Ichigo tensed sharply, causing a sharp reaction in the man on top of him. Rather than warning him to proceed more slowly, it seemed to rile his hips into moving with more speed and greater force. Ichigo gritted his teeth, quivering uncomfortably and closing his eyes against the painfully bright light. Aizen's body rose and fell swiftly, plunging downward roughly, pulling almost free, then plunging in harder. Oddly, with each hard thrust, he seemed to touch a place inside his more youthful partner that made Ichigo moan and thrash, nearly forgetting his reservations in the burgeoning hunger for more of those pleasant, tickling touches.
Ichigo's fingers clung tightly to Aizen's muscular shoulders, and he couldn't help watch raptly the erotic movements of that strong, wickedly beautiful body on top of his. Aizen might be the most wicked shinigami, but he was also undeniably beautiful and increasingly able to tap into Ichigo's uncontrollably growing lust. Within moments, Ichigo's reservations, and even his consciousness faded, as his body, controlled by the king's prism inside him, primed Aizen's undulating body for release. When the moment came, light exploded through the two men's bodies and radiated forcefully outward, leaving them in full awareness of the dangers of the power they were manipulating. Neither needed to be told that one wrong move, one mistake, and that power could estroy them. And yet, while being dangerous, it was also a sinful craving, something that tempted and teased them until their passions exploded and the raw reiatsu blazed out of Aizen's body and into Ichigo's.
Ichigo loosed a scream of mingled pain and blinding pleasure, completely losing consciousness as the reiatsu was transferred. He woke sometime later to find himself immersed in the king's healing pool and held comfortingly in Aizen's arms. The wicked shinigami looked down at him with unusually weary eyes, acknowledging Ichigo's pain without uttering a word, then sighing and pulling him to a warm shoulder.
"I was concerned for you," Aizen confessed.
Ichigo couldn't think of a proper reply.
Why would he worry about me?
I thought that I filled you with too much of the raw transcendent reiatsu and that it might overwhelm you. I have stabilized you for the moment and it seems that your body is beginning to render the reiatsu. I need to sleep to restore myself so that I can gather the next infusion of reiatsu to place in you."
Even knowing that it was all necessary, Ichigo started to bolt from Aizen's arms, only to be forcefully restrained as Aizen glared warningly into his shocked eyes.
"Do not panic, Ichigo. Your emotions destabilize the reiatsu in you and make it even more dangerous. You must attempt to maintain calm as much as you can while your body renders the reiatsu."
"Wh-why should I trust you?" Ichigo managed in a shaky voice, "Why should I trust anything you say?"
"Because if the reiatsu destabilizes, then you will destroy us and this place...thereby destroying our worlds and all of those friends and family you care so much about. Think about that before you go on reacting impulsively."
"Fine!" Ichigo snapped, tearing free of Aizen and climbing hastily out of the healing pool. He started to flash step and crashed down onto the grass.
Wondering at Aizen keeping his silence at such a spectacle, he looked back at the elder man, surprised at seeing sympathy in his eyes.
That's right. The king said that I was going to lose my powers. I wonder if...
He gazed back at Aizen, instantly sensing his powerful reiatsu.
Shit...
I have nothing to help me if he decides to kill me. I am powerless and totally at his mercy!
"Ichigo," Aizen said bracingly, his eyes looking calm and brown, empty of the king's golden power that had been radiating there before, "I have no reason to hurt you."
"Yeah, like you need a reason," Ichigo huffed, stumbling back into the palace and to his bedroom.
He slammed the door behind him and collapsed onto the bed, his eyes filling with tears of pain and humiliation as the king's power was slowly rendered inside his powerless body.
I've got no control over anything anymore! The king is using me for this without even asking and Aizen is having his fun with me and there's nothing at all I can do about it. I'm here alone with them, locked away from everything and everyone I care about.
If Reiou wanted revenge, he has it.
He noticed suddenly the tray of perfectly cooked, savory food at his bedside and frowned thoughtfully.
Weird.
No one's here but the two of us. I wonder how this is happening. It must be some strange power tied to this palace.
His stomach turned and he would rather have thrown the food straight into the trash, his anger was so intense.
But if I let my anger take over, the king will never be born, and I won't just be losing myself and my loved ones for a while, I'll lose them forever. So, all I can do is cooperate. It's in everyone's best interests. It's creepy though, thinking that he's going to come after me again. He has to, but I'm sure he's totally enjoying playing with my body and emotions like that. I can't let Aizen get to me.
He felt Aizen's reiatsu pass close by somewhere and shivered involuntarily, half expecting the door to open and for Aizen's eyes to be made golden and dangerous with the king's power again.
But that's stupid. He has to have time to build the power again. And my body has to finish rendering the reiatsu he placed already. It'll be a while.
The thought allowed him to relax slightly, and he climbed onto his bad and sat quietly, looking out into the gardens and eating mindlessly. The placed reiatsu still burned slightly inside him, but he could feel as the hours went by how it calmed gradually and became more manageable.
I wonder how many times he'll have sex with me, Ichigo wondered, It hurt. Some because it was my first time and some because it was him doing it to me. He wasn't trying to be rough or anything...still, it hurt. Especially when he came into me. The raw reiatsu hurts like hell when it's put inside me.
Ichigo swallowed hard and focused on finishing all of the food left for him. Upon finishing, he walked out to the quiet gardens and soaked in the healing pool, feeling Aizen's dark eyes watching him from a distance, although the man didn't approach him directly.
I kind of wondered what it would be like to have my first time with someone.
For some reason, he couldn't hold back tears at the thought.
This reiatsu rendering is messing with my head.
I never imagined that the first person to be with me would be him. I never really pictured anyone, male or female. I don't know what I wanted or what I expected to be like. Maybe it's better that I didn't have romantic dreams about it, because it wasn't romantic at all. It hurt, and it didn't help that it was with someone who has never really loved anyone.
More tears leaked down his face and dripped into the bubbling water.
"Ichigo, are you all right?"
Aizen's sudden words made him jump and turn his head away.
"What are you doing here?" he growled, "I can feel that the reiatsu in me is still..."
"It's not that," Aizen assured him calmly, "I sensed your reiatsu becoming disturbed and if you will remember, it is my task to manage your reiatsu and emotions so that the king's reiatsu doesn't overwhelm you."
"No one's getting overwhelmed!" the ginger-haired man snapped angrily, "Maybe you don't give a damn that we're locked in here away from everyone we care about. Oh wait...Aizen Sousuke doesn't need anyone. He wouldn't miss anyone. You're probably perfectly content here, using me for sex and hurting me. It's good revenge for me beating you, right?"
"I am not enjoying having a front seat to your suffering. No," Aizen answered.
"You loved watching Rukia suffer...and Renji, Byakuya, Toshiro and Momo. That's the way you are. I don't think that's changed."
"I haven't changed," Aizen admitted, "but then, I never placed you alongside them in my thinking, Ichigo. You have been special to me since I caused you to be made. Our lives have been tied together from the start...or haven't you realized."
"You make it sound like some big, lifelong romance!" Ichigo spat, "The only reason I'm doing this is because there's no choice and no one else who can. I don't care about you and when this is over, I hope they take you back to Muken and dump you there for good. You've never caused me anything but agony, and I don't think you're about to change your ways now."
"You misunderstand," Aizen said, moving closer and sitting down beside him on the bed, "We are connected, Ichigo, and the sooner you stop resisting that, the less tormented you'll be."
"Being connected to you is torture," Ichigo insisted, pulling away as Aizen reached for him, "Just leave me the hell alone. It's enough I have to let you fuck me. Cuddling would just add insult to injury."
"But you need to be held," Aizen said with certainty, "Ichigo, part of the reason you were chosen is because of your heart. You are trying to deny because you're being defensive towards me. But that is dangerous."
"I don't want to be held by you," Ichigo said in a pained voice.
"I know, but...there is no one else and it needs to be done."
Ichigo let out a shuddering sigh, forcing down another bout of tears. And for some reason he couldn't fathom, he didn't move or breathe as Aizen's arms wrapped around him and pulled him close.
He's right.
I need to be held.
I would have thought it was a weakness, but it's just an undeniable fact, and as long as he's not hurting me, I will have to accept him.
But I won't forget the king's warning. Aizen is dangerous. At any time, this man could turn deadly. I will accept my task and I will let him comfort me...but unless I want to die...
...I can never trust him...