Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
Pairing: Ikumi x Aizen!
Warning: Lemon!
How Aizen Spent His Summer Vacation
Shortly after the final battle...
Soul Society
"Hmm...no."
The air around everybody became so tense that one would need a chainsaw to cut through it. The man who spoke looked out at the assembled captains and lieutenants of the Thirteen Court Guard Squads; or at least, what was left of them.
Despite the terrible injuries sustained in his battle with the X Stern Ritter, the new Head-Captain Kyoraku was on his feet. Tilting his hat up, he glared at the man before him. Part of him predicted this but he'd hoped that things would turn out a different way. "You still have nineteen thousand, nine hundred and ninety-eight years left on your sentence."
"I'm certain we can consider my assistance as community service."
"I'll be sure to tell Central Forty-Six to shave a few decades off your sentence for good behavior. You're going back to Muken, Aizen."
Tilting his head to the side, the treacherous Soul Reaper merely looked at the pitiful group assembled. As soon as Yhwach had been slain and his remains taken away by Ichibei Hyosube, Kyoraku had scrambled any remaining captain who could still stand and hurried back to the Soul Society when he'd learned the Sosuke Aizen had been incapacitated during the battle against the Quincy king. To his disappointment, Aizen had regained consciousness before they arrived and made it abundantly clear that he was not getting into another chair.
Kyoraku tensed. Of the remaining captains, only he, Byakuya Kuchiki, Toshiro Hitsugaya and Shinji Hirako were still standing. The rest were either dead or incapacitated. The only lieutenants standing were Renji and a reanimated Izuru Kira. Rukia had taken Orihime to Squad Thirteen to tend to her injuries. Momo was technically capable of combat, but Kyoraku was not pulling the pin on that grenade and ordered her to remain at Squad Four to help treat the remaining lieutenants.
Nearby was also Ichigo Kurosaki and Uryu Ishida, the pair who defeated Yhwach. Ichigo sat on a piece of rubble while watching everything unfold, his Quincy friend staring intensely at Aizen while standing next to his friend. While their presence was reassuring, Kyoraku knew that Ichigo was too exhausted to fight a monster of Aizen's caliber and he had no clue how Uryu's Antithesis Schrift would fare against the might of the Hogyoku still fused to the traitor.
Shinji stepped forward. "Sosuke, you know you aren't in any condition to put up a real fight. Even you look as bad as the rest of us." His eyes glanced at the massive hole in Aizen's chest as well as his severed left arm.
"Ah, good to see you again, Shinji Hirako. Or should I say Captain Hirako? I never thought I'd call you that again. The Soul Society has become more forgiving than I thought if they allowed you and the other Vizards to return."
"Happy to disappoint you, Sosuke."
"Now, now. Back to the topic at hand. Aizen, what are you planning on doing? You can't possibly be planning on continuing to kill the Soul King again."
The traitor shook his head. Ichigo scowled when the man's eyes locked with his. "No, I believe that's already been done for me. To think he of all people would beat me to my goal." He smiled in amusement when Ichigo gripped his Tensa Zangetsu blade tightly. Uryu pulled out his Quincy Cross and prepared to summon his bow. Turning back to the other Soul Reapers, Aizen stated his intentions plainly. "There is nothing left in the Soul Society for me to conquer. Hueco Mundo has nothing to offer me either. I believe I'll exile myself to the World of the Living and live there from now on."
"...HUH?!" Of all the things Aizen could have said, nobody was expecting him to simply pack it in and leave.
Kyoraku was too cautious to simply take the man at his word. "I'm afraid I can't let you do that. As much as I like the idea of you going away and never coming back, your spiritual pressure is too powerful to let you near normal Human beings. And there is no way I'm going to allow you to even try to create the Oken."
"You just heard me, right? I have no intention of creating the Oken and slaying the Reio now that he's already dead."
"Like anyone would trust anything you'd have to say!" shouted Toshiro. The captain had shrunken back down to his normal size but was still ready to throw down if it came to it.
"That's quite the curious outfit, Captain Hitsugaya" said Aizen, noting the Quincy outfit he was wearing. "And your spiritual pressure feels quite off, as if most of your life force has been shaved away. Whatever happened to you during the battle?"
"You-"
Kyoraku put his arm in front of Toshiro to keep him from attacking. "I would have thought you'd have learned by now, Captain Hitsugaya, not to let him rattle you," chastised the Head-Captain. "But going back to the point. We can't let you enter the World of the Living."
"Oh, I'm sure Kisuke Urahara and Mayuri Kurotsuchi can. Isn't that right?"
The assembled captains turned to see the scientists walking towards them, Ichigo noticing that Kisuke had bandages over his eyes and was using his zanpakuto as a white cane. "I had a feeling you wouldn't go quietly back to Muken, Aizen."
"Of course you did. You're perhaps the only person here who can readily anticipate me, Kisuke Urahara."
"I resent that statement." Mayuri Kurotsuchi stepped closer, his outfit still in ruins after the fight with Pernida. Ichigo and the others couldn't help but notice what looked like a brain stuffed into his robes. "If exile is what you seek, Sosuke Aizen, then I'd be more than happy to test the limits of my scientific prowess on you."
Kyoraku scowled. "You can't be serious."
Kisuke sadly nodded. "I'm afraid we all have no choice but to acquiesce; for the moment, anyway. You knew when you took him out of Muken there was a chance you couldn't get the genie back into the bottle, Head-Captain. His imprisonment didn't weaken him and his wounds haven't affected his power at all. Right now, I don't believe anyone but Ichigo can take him down again."
"It's rather simple, Head-Captain." Mayuri pointed a finger at Ichigo. "Kisuke informed me about how he placed Ichigo Kurosaki's father, the former Captain Shiba, into a Gigai that effectively rendered him powerless. In addition, we also have the data from the Gigai he placed Rukia Kuchiki inside in an attempt to render her Human and strip her of her powers."
"An interesting idea," Aizen noted before glancing over at Ichigo. "But I hope you don't plan on tying Ichigo to me like you did to his mother and father."
"Please. As if I'd torture him like that. Know this, Sosuke Aizen..." Kisuke's voice became as threatening as he could make it. "When we stuff you into a Gigai. We are going to make sure you never escape it."
Aizen merely smiled. "I look forward to watching you fail."
Ichigo finally spoke up. "Aizen. Just what do you plan on doing when you get to the World of the Living?"
Tilting his head to the side, Aizen looked over at the young man and said the first truthful thing anyone felt he'd said before. "Honestly, Ichigo, I don't really know. I believe I'll do as you normally do and wing it."
Days later...
Karakura Town
The summer sun beat down on the cozy town of Karakura. Down the street walked a man that nobody had ever seen before. Dressed in a white suit, matching white hat and an eyepatch, Aizen casually walked down the road while trying to decide his next move.
As he walked, he looked down at his hand and flexed it. Kisuke and Mayuri had been true to their word. The Gigai they'd gladly stuffed the traitor into was keeping his powers completely suppressed, letting him mingle with Humans without disintegrating them. A sly smile stretched across his face. He could feel the effects of the Gigai doing its best to keep his power contained and diminished. Aizen had no doubt that if he wished it, he could easily overwhelm Mayuri and Kisuke's technology with his sheer power and destroy the Gigai from within. The man was half-tempted to give it a try just so he could see the look on Mayuri's smug face.
But he decided to table that idea for the moment. Aizen had more pressing issues to deal with: he needed to find a place to live.
Kisuke made it clear that under no circumstances was he to come near his shop, the homes of Ichigo's friends or Karakura High School, else he'd feel both his and Ichigo's wrath. Aizen was willing to go along with Kisuke's demands for the moment. However, that still left Aizen with a big problem, one he hadn't thought of when he decided to come to the World of the Living.
Aizen was both jobless and homeless.
Food wasn't an issue to the traitor. Even in a Gigai he was still essentially immortal. Yet despite giving him the Gigai and clothes suitable for someone of his demeanor, Kisuke refused to provide any form of documentation for Aizen's new life, not even a fake birth certificate. Without any key forms of ID like a social security card or drivers' license, Aizen wouldn't get a job or even so much as a credit card. And without a credit score, no sane person would lease an apartment to the man.
Despite being in a Gigai, Aizen still had access to his zanpakuto, something that chafed everyone else. While the man was tempted to see if he could use Kyoka Suigetsu to try to hypnotize people to get what he wanted, carrying around his sword in broad daylight wasn't the smartest idea.
Empathy wasn't something Aizen felt but suddenly he knew how Kisuke felt when he had to go into exile, forced to start his life over from scratch. Aizen didn't feel much sympathy for his enemy but he had to admit: being broke sucked.
"Hmm...I suppose I'll just have to figure out a way to-"
Rounding a corner, Aizen bumped into someone carrying a large stack of boxes. "Yow! Watch it!" shouted the woman, landing on her ass as the boxes spilled onto the ground.
Not fazed by the impact, Aizen brushed himself off and held out his hand. "My apologies. I didn't see you there." The woman took his hand and Aizen helped her up to her feet. "Are you alright?"
Dusting herself off, the woman reached down and grabbed her hat off the ground, brushing off the dirt and putting it back on her head. "I'm good. It'd take a lot more than that to keep me down. Mind helping me pick these up?"
Aizen begrudgingly knelt to pick up some of the boxes, all the while getting a better look at who he bumped into. "Do you have a name, Miss..."
"The name's Ikumi. Ikumi Unagiya." The tall woman had long black hair tied in a ponytail, wearing a purple and white sleeved shirt with her name imprinted on it and black pants. As Aizen handed her another box, Ikumi held out her hand. "What's your name, stranger?"
"I'm Sosuke Aizen." The rogue shook her gloved hand before handing her the last box. "That looks quite the load. Are you a delivery worker?"
"Of sorts. I run odd jobs and right now I'm delivering these to a client." Aizen followed her as she walked down the street with her cargo in tow, doing her best to avoid bumping into more people. "It's been pretty hectic for me the past few weeks. My one helper quit because he's leaving for college soon so I'm left to work by myself." Ikumi simply groaned. "Damn Ichigo..."
The name made Aizen's eyebrow raise. "You wouldn't happen to be referring to Ichigo Kurosaki, would you?"
Ikumi's eyes widened in surprise. "You know Ichigo? I hope he's not the reason you're wearing an eyepatch."
"No, that was from someone else. Ichigo and I are acquaintances, of a sort. I was a colleague of his father back in the day. I've known Ichigo since he was born," said Aizen with a smirk, remembering Ichigo's face the last time he said that line.
"A colleague of Isshin's? So you're a doctor?"
"More of a scientist. But that's all in the past now. I'm afraid I've had a bad run of luck the past few years," Aizen said as he walked beside her. "I've lost just about everything besides the clothes on my back."
Ikumi looked at him a little sadly. "Well, if you're looking for a job, you can be my assistant since Ichigo's gone. At least until you get back on your feet."
Aizen thought about it for a moment. The irony of having to take Ichigo's old job was not lost on him. While such labor was beneath someone like him, he didn't have many options at the moment.
Not only that, but looking at Ikumi's curvy body, Aizen couldn't deny she seemed better company than the likes of his Espada. "If you're offering a job, I accept."
Holding the pile of boxes awkwardly, Ikumi once again shook Aizen's hand. "Then your first job is to help me lighten the load."
"And the second?" asked Aizen as he started to take some of the heavy boxes from her.
"Ditch the suit and get ready to sweat."
A few weeks later...
Smoke filled the loud, dingy bar. Aizen sat on a barstool and sipped his glass of whiskey, dressed in a white shirt and black pants. One of the unfortunate perks of godhood was that alcohol had no real effect on him so he couldn't get drunk. The taste of whiskey was bitter on the traitor's tongue. Quite frankly he much preferred to sit quietly with a glass of hot tea.
But even he had to adhere to social norms; one of which being getting drinks with his boss.
Sitting on a barstool next to her new employee, Ikumi downed her glass of booze. "Whew! Nothing better than winding down after a hard day's work with a good drink." Ordering the bartender to refill her glass, she held it up in front of Aizen. "Cheers!"
Giving a courteous smile, Aizen raised his glass and clinked it with hers. "Cheers." Taking his glass, he finished off the rest of his whiskey and set the empty glass down on the bar.
The past few weeks had given the former Soul Reaper an appreciation for his old methods. Back when he was in total control of just about everything, he would leave any physical tasks to one of his minions while he did as he pleased. He could tell that it would be a long time before he could rest easy and indulge in his own machinations again.
Working for Ikumi was a bit irritating. Aizen could easily understand why Ichigo chafed at the idea of working for her. The woman wasn't one for taking any backtalk and her insistence on taking any job that was flung her way meant that he would have to contend with the most menial of tasks. And the way she changed attitude when her son, Kaoru, was quite jarring the first time he saw it; and he thought he was the one everyone called two-faced.
Still, it was clear that Ikumi appreciated Aizen's help and was even kind enough to give her new employee a place to stay until he could afford an apartment. Considering the past two years had seen him trapped in Muken, crashing on Ikumi's couch didn't seem that bad.
Aizen frowned when Ikumi ordered another glass. "Are you sure you should be drinking this much?"
His new boss merely shrugged before downing the glass of whiskey. "Life's for the living. Besides, I'm a big girl. I can handle my alcohol just fine, Sosuke."
Two Hours Later...
Opening the door to her darkened home, Aizen carried his new boss into her home. Aizen was bristling with annoyance; he'd had to carry Ikumi on his back all the way home from the bar. As he closed the door behind them, Aizen could swear he could hear Gin snickering from the depths of Hell.
"Mmmmmhhh..." Ikumi rubbed her cheek into the back of Aizen's neck. "You know, anyone ever tell you how warm you are?" she drunkenly slurred.
Aizen sat her down on the couch. The house was empty besides the two of them since Kaoru was over at a friend's sleepover. "Perhaps you should hold off that fifteenth glass of whiskey next time," he lightly chastised as he sat down next to her. As a former captain, such sloppiness would have earned her a harsh reprimand. But right now all he could do was just carry her back home.
Turning her head, Ikumi stared intently at her employee. "I've got a better question: how come you don't have a hot date tonight, Sosuke? A ten out of ten like you should have babes lining up around the block. You've certainly got the suave, debonair attitude down."
"I could ask the same question. Why not try to find Kaoru a new father?" Aizen sat back on his end of the couch, propping his head on his hand while looking at his drunken boss.
Leaning back on the couch, Ikumi merely gave a shrug. "Haven't got the time. Between having to run the shop and taking care of Kaoru, I've hardly the time for dating. Ichigo gave me enough trouble hunting him down half the time," mumbled the drunken Ikumi before her inebriated gaze turned to Aizen. She'd noticed when they first met just how handsome the strange man was but had been too preoccupied with her work to really focus on him.
Something Leaning forward, Ikumi put her hand on his knee. "You know, we are alone..." she slurred with a seductive tone in her voice.
Aizen raised an eyebrow. This was certainly becoming interesting. "Oh? You'd have an affair with your own employee?"
"We're both off the clock right now, aren't we?" Ikumi pressed her warm body against Aizen's chest, chuckling while laying her head on his shoulder. "Right now I'm just a woman alone on the couch with a stud of a man."
There wasn't much hesitation on Aizen's part. While he did not intend on seducing Ikumi when they met, the man certainly wasn't going to turn down a beautiful woman like her if she was giving herself to him freely.
Ikumi certainly made a better woman to lay with than Momo or Loly.
Aizen's strong arms wrapped around the woman, holding her close. As he took off her hat and tossed it to the floor, Ikumi wrapped her hand around the back of his neck and leaned in for a drunken sloppy kiss. The taste of whiskey was strong on her tongue as it slipped into Aizen's mouth. Running a hand up her back, Aizen swallowed her lewd moan while he entwined his tongue with hers.
"Mmmmmh!" Ikumi deepened the kiss, grinding her hot body against his, her breasts smooshed against his hard chest. The two lay on the couch, making out lewdly while Aizen held Ikumi in his arms. Feeling hot in her clothes, the dark-haired woman sat up, settling herself on the man's lap. Smiling back at Aizen, Ikumi reached for her shirt and quickly tugged it over her head. Ikumi's tits bounced in their bra as she whipped it off and tossed the useless garment to the floor. Deft hands reached around Ikumi's curvy waist, Aizen easily unclipping Ikumi's black bra and setting her huge breasts free. Aizen casually tossed his boss's bra to the floor before he indulged himself on Ikumi's chest.
"Ahh..." Ikumi tilted her head back and let out a deep moan as Aizen's hands cupped her large breasts, the rogue finding them soft yet surprisingly firmer than they looked. His slim arms wrapped around her waist again while he wrapped his lips around her hard nipple. Ikumi felt a shiver run up her spine from the look in his dark brown eyes while he looked up at her. "Mmmmmh! That feels good..." purred the horny woman, grinding against the growing bulge in Aizen's black pants.
Minutes passed as the two adults continued to suck and grind, the dark room filling up with Ikumi's moans. The dark-haired woman could feel her panties getting wet from her growing arousal. Continuing to feel the bulge rubbing up against her clothed crotch, the woman couldn't contain her excitement anymore. Pulling Aizen's head out of her tits, her grabby hands took hold of his shirt and tugged it over his head. "Wow. You must really work out," she said, seeing his fit, toned physique.
Without another word she planted another kiss on Aizen's lips before sliding off of him, her breasts dragging down his hard chest while she slid down until she settled between his legs. Unbuttoning his black pants, she quickly pulled down the zipper and tugged Aizen's pants and underwear off of him. Her brown eyes widened when she just how big of a tool her employee was packing. "Jeez! Are you a man or a breeding stud?" She stared, almost intimidated, by Aizen's huge cock as it stared her in the face.
"You're the boss. You tell me," Aizen said with a sly smile.
Throwing aside her hesitation, Ikumi turned her head to the side and gave Aizen's manhood a long lick, her womanhood tingling from the hot taste of cock. "Mmmmhh..." Licking her way up his long, veiny shaft, Ikumi wrapped her lips around his thick tip and took the handsome man into her mouth.
"Mmmmhhh..." Ikumi's head bobbed up and down, taking Aizen all the way into her orifice. Her jaw started to hurt from how big he was, but the drunken worker paid no mind. Her head bobbed up and down rapidly, Ikumi's mouth having never felt so full before. "Glckkk!" Her eyes stared up at Aizen, the hunger present in her dark brown orbs.
The tingling in her pussy refused to go away. Stuffing her face full of Aizen's cock only made her lust grew more. Aizen's thick taste and scent made him irresistible. The tip hit the back of her throat and the woman kept going, impressing Aizen by how well she could deepthroat him. 'Mmmmmhhh...fuck, he's so big. Can my pussy even handle it?' Her arousal compelled her to find out.
Ikumi pulled her head back, her throat sore after choking on cock. Wiping her chin clean, the dark-haired woman stood up and unclasped her belt buckle.
Aizen sat back on the couch and watched with a small smile as Ikumi stripped naked in front of him. The former Soul Reaper laid back and admired Ikumi's voluptuous beauty, her hourglass figure on full display for him as she pulled down her pants and her soaked black panties. Her long legs were coupled with her wide hips, leading up to her pink pussy crowned by a patch of black hair.
Now naked along with her employee, the horny Ikumi slid onto Aizen's lap. She sighed softly into his lips while locked in another deep kiss. Her arms wrapped around his strong shoulders while he cupped her round ass, his fingers digging into her plump cheeks as he raised her up. "Ooh, it's...big..." she panted as his tip nuzzled her entrance.
The man heard the apprehension in her voice. An expert manipulator as always, Aizen ran a hand up her smooth back while kissing her softly. "Go ahead," he whispered into his ear, his voice as soft and smooth as silk.
A shiver running up her spine, Ikumi gave in to her own drunken lust and lowered her hips. "Ah! Ohh!" Aizen watched in amusement as his new boss cried out as his manhood filled her cunt, her womanly walls getting stretched. He gave a soft, almost inaudible groan once the woman took him all the way to the base. Locked in Muken for so long, the rogue had forgotten just how good a woman felt.
Ikumi almost sobered up just from Aizen's cock in her. Her new employee made her ex-husband, Kaoru's father, look like a joke. "Oooh..." she groaned as she settled herself on the handsome man's cock. The tip rubbed against the entrance of her womb, making her body shiver. Never in Ikumi's life had she ever felt so full before.
Steadying her breathing, Ikumi lifted her hips up and down, her hot breath hitting Aizen's face as she slowly started to ride him. The couch's leather cushions creaked beneath the pair as the woman started to find her rhythm.
"Oooh! Ohhh fuck! Fuck!" moaned Ikumi. Aizen's hands continued to grope and tease her ass, giving it a harsh smack to spur her to move faster; his red handprint visible on her soft booty. Putting her hands behind her head, Ikumi moved her hips faster. "Fuck! It's so big!" groaned the drunken woman, untying her braid to let her black hair spill down her back and shoulders.
Aizen mostly kept quiet as Ikumi rode him. He wasn't the kind of man who'd moan incessantly while in the middle of sex. Instead, he sat back with a satisfied smile as Ikumi rode him like a stallion. Her bouncing tits caught his attention, compelling him to cup her sensitive breasts and start groping them. Ikumi rolled her head back and cried out when his thumbs pressed against her hard nipples.
Ikumi felt every sensitive spot in her pussy being hit all at once by Aizen's cock. Her mind grew fuzzy as the huge manhood continued to grind against her g-spot. Her toes curled as the pleasure pooled inside of her until she couldn't hold it in any longer. "Fuck! I'm...I'm going to come!" she grunted, moving her hips as fast as they could go. "Fuck! Fuck, I'm coming!"
Feeling those tight walls around his cock grip him in a hot and wet vice, Aizen put his hands on Ikumi's curvy waist and slammed her down onto him once more, the tip kissing the door to her womb while she climaxed like a whore.
Ikumi was still light-headed from her orgasm when she felt Aizen lift her up off of his cock, turning her around so that her back was to him. "Oohhh..." Her eyes rolled backward when her employee/lover pulled her back down onto his cock. Wrapping his arms around her waist, Aizen took Ikumi with him as he laid down on his side. His hand gripped his boss's soft thigh and lifted up her leg, letting him fuck the woman at a deeper angle.
Now in full control, Aizen pumped in and out of Ikumi, the couch shaking from his quick pace. Within minutes he reduced Ikumi to a moaning mess of a woman. "Yes! Fuck me! Ohhhh! Fuuuck!" Ikumi's cries of pleasure filled the dark room, her body tensing in Aizen's arms while she was brought to a state of constant orgasm. She didn't think she'd ever feel this good again and didn't want him to stop. "Fuck! We should have done this the day we met!"
"I agree," Aizen said softly. His free hand snaked around to rub Ikumi's clit. He smiled with satisfaction when Ikumi tightened around him again, their sweaty bodies grinding together. Yet despite the calm face he put on, even he was starting to reach the end of his rope. Gripping her thigh even tighter, Aizen began to thrust into her as fast as he could, grunting hard into her ear. Without a second thought as his tip crashed against the door to her womb, Aizen gave a small groan and let loose inside of the woman.
Neither cared very little as Aizen came inside of Ikumi. The woman was too drunk and fucked silly to care about any consequences and the rogue Soul Reaper wasn't sure he was capable of spawning children. After all, he doubted that Mayuri and Kisuke would want to risk the man's progeny becoming just as big a threat to the Soul Society as their father.
'Then again, Isshin was in a special Gigai and look how that turned out. Perhaps I will stick around to see if I can produce an offspring,' he thought to himself. Ikumi was a good woman to stay with and he didn't have many other options at the moment. Getting her pregnant would be a nice way to make sure she kept him around.
As soon as Aizen pulled out of her, Ikumi turned around and snuggled with her new lover, pressing her head against Aizen's shoulder while he held her in his arms. The two stayed like that for a while as they cooled down before Aizen decided that he was sick of sleeping on the couch. Sitting up, he picked Ikumi up bridal-style and carried his woman to her bedroom. Kicking the door shut behind him, he laid Ikumi down on the bed and laid down beside her.
Aizen's intent had been to just put her to bed and go to sleep himself, figuring out some new plan in the morning when they woke up. However, his plans went out the window when Ikumi's eyes snapped open and she put her hands on his shoulders, pinning him to the bed while crawling back on top of him. "Oh no, you don't." The would-be god felt a shiver run up his spine when he saw the devious look still present in her eyes. 'I believe I may have made a miscalculation...' Grabbing Aizen's legs, Ikumi eagerly settled herself on top of him and prepared to ride him amazon-style. "We aren't nearly done yet. You've got my engine going and I'm ready to party. I'm about to take you around the world tonight, Sosuke!"
That night Aizen realized he'd made a mistake in underestimating Human women.
Because while his soul might have been immortal, his hips were not.
The End