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Chapter Fourteen
They were on the train back to Tokyo when Grimmjow breached the subject. They were both traveling incognito, floppy hats pulled over their attention-getting hair. Ichigo was flipping through a magazine, some silly celebrity news thing, when Grimmjow brought it up.
"You know," Grimmjow said. "It wasn't that hard to open you up that time in the park. Were you sleeping with someone else while you weren't seeing me?"
"Renji and Zaraki," Ichigo said, not even looking up from the page he was on. "And Byakuya."
There was silence for a long minute. Then. . . "Shit. I didn't realize you were such a slut."
Ichigo scowled and glared at Grimmjow out of the corner of his eyes. "Look who's talking. And Zaraki and Byakuya were kind of a package deal. All of us happened to meet up, and they ended up really hitting it off. What about you, who did you sleep with while I was gone?"
"Just Margera," Grimmjow replied. "And only once. Well, by once I mean one session, not just one time. It was, you know, multiple times over the course of several hours."
Ichigo blinked at the name before he remembered where he had heard it before. "Margera? The Margera Ulquiorra claimed you sexually assaulted in high school?"
"Yeah," Grimmjow said, looking somewhat uncomfortable to be discussing it. "After you mentioned his name, I thought a lot about him, and I realized that I needed to go apologize to him. So I tracked him down. Luckily he works in Tokyo, drawing characters and graphics for hentai games."
". . . Okay." That hadn't really been what Ichigo was curious about. "Grimmjow, what did you need to apologize for? What happened between you two?"
Grimmjow actually sighed. He didn't look particularly happy to be discussing it, but it seemed like he was going to spill the details. "Back in high school, Margera was this skinny, quiet kid in the art club. One day he just upped and joined the football team instead. . . which was fine, you know, cause he was a decent player. Well, one day I find out why he joined the football club, because I find one of his sketchbooks. And it's full of sketches of me. At the time I was going through a lot of shit and I took it out on him. I pretty much forced him into a sexual relationship, knowing that he liked me, and I was real cruel about it too. I pretty much treated him like a fuck toy."
"Really," Ichigo said, rolling his eyes, "that doesn't sound like you at all."
"Oh, shut up," Grimmjow said. "You're the one that wanted to hear this story, don't go getting all sarcastic with me. Point is, I liked the kid and I treated him like shit. So one day he tells me it's over and I get mad. Things got out of control. . . my friends ended up getting in on the action and I didn't do anything to stop it, even though I knew he wouldn't like it. Unlike you, he didn't enjoy a crowd."
Ichigo scowled.
"That's when Ulquiorra showed up."
"And Margera forgave you?" Ichigo asked. "When you went to see him recently?"
"Yeah, well, he wanted to have sex with me, right?" Grimmjow grinned smugly at that. "Hey. Is that why you were mad at me? Was I treating you badly?"
Ichigo shrugged. "Kind of. Maybe. I mean, you could stand to be less of a jerk all the time, you know? You said some stupid stuff that day, and that's why I got mad. I think you were right with what you said before, we're both too hotheaded."
"Yeah. Okay. We can work on that." Grimmjow looked down at Ichigo, frowning at what the other man had in his hands. "Why are you reading that trash, anyway?"
"I want to see how much coverage these sex tape rumors are getting," Ichigo said. "This magazine only gave it two paragraphs, so I don't think it's too bad so far."
"What are you going to do about that tape?" Grimmjow asked. "You know I don't really give a shit if it goes public or not."
"I figured," Ichigo said, scowling at his boyfriend. He guessed he could call Grimmjow his boyfriend. His parents already were, and it was becoming clear that Grimmjow already thought of them as having that kind of relationship. "I'm going to find out who's trying to distribute it, and I'm going to make sure it never sees the light of day. I don't want that sex tape out there where my sisters can see it."
"Ichigo, unless there's something you want to tell me, I don't think your sisters are going to want to look at your sex tape."
"That's not what I mean," Ichigo said, wishing he could wipe that little smirk off Grimmjow's face. "I don't want it out there to embarrass them. And myself."
"Got it. And you've got people working on it, right?"
Ichigo nodded. "And I'm going to meet Aizen today when we get back, to see if he can tell me who the culprit might be. It did happen in his office, after all."
Grimmjow frowned at the mention of Aizen's name, but he didn't say anything about it. Ichigo knew that Grimmjow didn't like Aizen. Grimmjow was so selectively possessive. . . maybe it had to do with the person, Ichigo thought. Grimmjow certainly never seemed to mind when it was one of his own friends who was interested in Ichigo.
"Do you want me to come with you?" Grimmjow asked.
"I can handle it. Besides, having you there would probably make things even more difficult."
"Probably," Grimmjow said, a grin on his face.
Ichigo went back to flipping through the magazine and Grimmjow didn't say much during the rest of their train ride. It didn't take that long, anyway, and soon they found themselves back in Tokyo. Ichigo didn't have much time to spare before his meeting with Aizen. Just enough to shower and change, then it was off to Brand X, his hair air drying in his company car.
Once he got to the building, Ichigo was led upstairs and into Aizen's office right away. Then man greeted him in a black on black pinstripe suit, smiling as he offered a hand.
"Ichigo. It's so nice to see you again."
Ichigo nodded as he shook Aizen's hand, feeling somewhat embarrassed over the circumstances that led him back to this office. "Thanks for seeing me. I'm really sorry about all this, by the way."
Aizen nodded and gestured for Ichigo to sit down, doing to same himself. "Yes, well, I can't say I wasn't surprised to discover what you and Grimmjow had been up to in my office. I take it you two are together."
"Yeah," Ichigo agreed. "I guess that cat's out of the bag now."
"I also take it that you're keeping it a secret for the sake of Grimmjow's career."
Ichigo nodded. That was partly it. . . though it probably had to do more with Ichigo's sensibilities than it did with Grimmjow's. Grimmjow could care less who knew, as long as he could still play football. And Rangiku didn't seem like she was going to break his contract over something like this, though Ichigo couldn't say about the other team managers. But if Kazuhito Tadano could play baseball in Japan (eventually) after his gay sex tape scandal, Grimmjow could most likely play football.*
"Yeah. So I'm really glad that you're willing to meet with me like this. Have you managed to find out anything about who could have leaked the tape?"
"Well," Aizen said, "we keep security footage for about two weeks before it's overwritten. In two weeks, several dozen security guards pass through the control room where the footage is kept. Furthermore, any employee can submit a request for footage. All they have to do is give the control room the time and location they want, and the footage is found for them."
"Even for your office?" Ichigo asked. "Considering how high up you are in the company, I'd think the only person who had access to security footage of your office was. . . you."
Aizen's slightly spreading grin confirmed to Ichigo what he had just been thinking.
"You're the one who leaked the rumor," Ichigo said, frown growing.
"Bravo, Ichigo," Aizen said. "I knew you were an intelligent man."
"Why?" Ichigo asked, not really understanding why Aizen would do something like this. It's not as though he had any kind of vendetta against Grimmjow. He had hired the man for a lucrative advertisement, after all.
"I'm a man who's used to getting what I want," Aizen replied. "And I believe that I told you before. What I want is a date."
"You're kidding," Ichigo couldn't help but say. His voice was rising in pitch with every syllable, disbelief clear in his tone. "You'd wreck someone's career and subject them to public humiliation over something like a date? What the hell is wrong with you?"
"I suggest you don't speak to me in that manner," Aizen suggested, looking as calm as ever. "After all, I can go ahead and release the tape over the internet whenever I feel like it."
Ichigo slammed his teeth together, anger boiling underneath every inch of his skin. But it was counterproductive, right now, to get angry. "I'll sue for invasion of privacy."
"I don't think you can have any reasonable expectation of privacy," Aizen said, "when you're in someone else's office. Even if the courts do find that your privacy was breached, what of it? Some employee will end up taking the fall, and he'll have to pay you a fine. The tape will still be out there on the internet, and you won't be able to do a thing about it."
"This is fucked up."
"It's your fault." Aizen got up, coming around to lean on his desk next to Ichigo. He reached his hand to trace along the side of Ichigo's face, but the younger man flinched away from the touch. "I don't actually want a date. I want a night. One night to do whatever I want with you. You didn't think I'd let you go after you so brazenly had sex on my desk, did you? The expressions and noises you were making on that tape, it was as though you were taunting me."
"You're a sick bastard, you know that?"
"Am I? Am I any more so than you or Grimmjow? Think about it, Ichigo. If I don't hear back from you by Friday, I'll have someone release the footage."
Aizen was walking towards the door, but Ichigo was frozen to his seat. It wasn't until the door opened that he forced himself out of the chair. He all but stomped past Aizen, bumping into his shoulder on the way.
"Take care, Ichigo," Aizen called after him. "I look forward to hearing your decision."
It was a blur as Ichigo drove himself home. He couldn't believe that Aizen was actually doing this. He had already done a lot of damage, all for the sake of this obsession he had with getting into Ichigo's pants. Soon enough Ichigo found himself back at his apartment, jamming his key in the door and slamming it open. Grimmjow looked up from where he was reading a sports magazine, startled by the noise.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Grimmjow asked.
"Aizen's the one who has the tape," Ichigo said. "He's going to release it unless I sleep with him."
"I knew that bastard was no good. There's no way in hell I'll let you fuck him."
"I can't just let the tape get released!"
Grimmjow scowled at that. "What the fuck are you saying? You're saying you want to fuck him?"
"No. . ." Ichigo seemed to deflate. He frowned as he plopped down into a chair opposite Grimmjow. He didn't want to sleep with Aizen, but he didn't want the tape to get out there either. "I don't know."
"I can go beat the footage out of him. He doesn't seem that tough."
That would be great. Ichigo could just imagine the headlines if Grimmjow got arrested for assault and battery. "No. That won't be necessary."
Ichigo buried his head in his hands as he stared down at the wood grain embedded in his table. He wondered if it would really be that bad if the tape was released. . . then he realized that, yeah, it really would be. He didn't want everyone on the street to know him as the guy in Grimmjow's sex tape. He couldn't take that kind of mortification. He was wondering what to do about the situation when his phone rang. He looked down to see Gin's name splash across the screen.
"It's Gin," he said, and Grimmjow only nodded as Ichigo disappeared into the bedroom to take the call. Ichigo flipped open the phone as he fell onto his back on the bed. "Perfect timing. Did you find out anything?"
"Well," Gin began, "it seems as though no one's shopping the tape around after all. Whoever started the rumor was lying about that. None of the usual suspects in pornography distribution have gotten so much as a call."
"Yeah," Ichigo said. "It's because they're not interested in making a profit. The guy I know at Brand X, this executive Aizen, he's the one behind everything. He's going to release the tape to the internet unless I have sex with him."
"Oooh," Gin said, sounding highly amused. "Scandalous."
"Gin. Help me out a little here. I don't know what to do."
"And Grimmjow said you weren't allowed to sleep with him?"
Ichigo scowled. "Why are you and Grimmjow so messed up? Why is that scenario conditioned on Grimmjow's permission?"
"Just saying," Grin replied. "Look, I'll go talk to Aizen. I'll do a little. . . convincing. So you just leave everything to me. And Ichigo?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't. Worry. Let me handle it."
Ichigo began to protest, but Gin hung up on him. He tossed his phone onto the bed and stared up at the ceiling. He wondered if dying his hair black would help him avoid being recognized. When he finally sat up he saw Grimmjow leaning against the doorframe, staring at him.
"What did Gin have to say?"
"He said he'll take care of it," Ichigo said. "But I really don't know what he can do."
"If Gin says he can take care of it, I believe him. Gin's a pretty resourceful guy, I bet he has a few tricks up his sleeve."
It was true, Gin didn't often say things that he couldn't back up. Ichigo sighed. He figured he didn't need to think about it until Friday anyway.
Gin ended up calling back on Thursday.
"Good news!" he said, cheerfully enough.
Ichigo and Grimmjow sat together on the couch, listening to Gin on Ichigo's speakerphone. Ichigo held his breath as he awaited Gin's "good news," although Grimmjow didn't seem to care past just wanting to know what was going on.
"Aizen will settle for a blow job!"
"What?" Ichigo exclaimed, at the same time that Grimmjow said "I don't mind just a blow job."
Ichigo scowled at Grimmjow, eyes glaring, in complete disbelief.
"I'm sorry," Gin said. "I didn't catch that. What's going on?"
Grimmjow mouthed "what" at Ichigo as he shrugged his shoulders. Apparently he had no idea why Ichigo was irritated with his little remark.
"Is that really the best you could do?" Ichigo asked.
"You're not exactly giving me a lot to work with here," Gin replied. "Aizen's a pretty damned good negotiator, and I don't really have any leverage. It's a testament to my abilities that I was able to talk him down this much."
Ichigo turned back to Grimmjow. "And you're okay with me sucking off Aizen? Despite the fact that you seem to hate him?"
Grimmjow shrugged once again. "I know how much you want to get this tape blocked, so I'm willing to sacrifice a little. After all, that's what people do in a relationship."
As Grimmjow grinned in a highly self-satisfied way, Ichigo resisted the urge to punch him in the face. Exactly who was sacrificing what, here? Ichigo was the one who was going to have to give some blackmailing creep a blow job, not Grimmjow.
"Ichigoo~ooo," Gin called out, in a sing song voice. "What's your decision, exactly?"
Gin's voice startled Ichigo from his anti-Grimmjow thoughts. His mind focused instead on the sex tape situation. One blow job. All he had to do was give one blow job, and he'd have the sex tape in his possession. And yeah, sure, he kind of enjoyed sucking cock, and Aizen was a pretty (extremely) good-looking guy, but he wasn't sure he wanted to do it just based on the principle of the thing.
"I don't know," he said.
Grimmjow rolled his eyes. "You fucked me and sucked off half my college football team in order to secure a contract. You can give one measly blow job when it's your reputation and privacy on the line."
"When he puts it that way," Gin interjected, "I don't see how you can still say no."
Ichigo frowned. Both of them did have a point.
"Fine," he said. "I'll do it."
"Good to hear it!" Gin said. "Aizen was optimistic that you would say yes, so he already booked a hotel room. How does eight o'clock tomorrow night sound?"
"Fine, I guess," Ichigo grumbled.
"Good, good. I'll text you the information, so let me know how it goes. And have fu~un."
And with that statement Gin clicked off his phone. Ichigo sighed and flipped close his own phone, then sunk into the couch. He looked over at Grimmjow, but the other man had already unmuted the television and was absorbed in watching whatever sitcom he had on. Ichigo scowled. He guessed he was going to have to take care of this situation himself.
The next night Ichigo found himself in the lobby of a rather fancy hotel, shifting from foot to foot. He was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, so it was no wonder all the patrons were giving him strange looks. If he had thought about it he would have worn something else, but he hadn't known that Aizen would be keeping him waiting for so long.
Out of nowhere an arm came around Ichigo's back and a silky smooth voice whispered in his ear.
"Ichigo, I'm so glad that you made it."
Ichigo gulped. He took a step away and looked up so see Aizen smiling slyly down at him. The man was as handsome as ever, hair perfectly slicked back, tuxedo perfectly draped over that slim yet muscular body.
"Excuse my formality," Aizen said, loosening his bow tie so that it was just a strip of fabric around his neck. "I just came from an event, but I assure you that you'll have all my attention from here on out. Now, shall we go to dinner?"
"Dinner?" Ichigo asked. "That wasn't part of the deal."
"Humor me," Aizen said, placing his hand on Ichigo's lower back in order to push him along. "I'm the type who enjoys a little romance before sex."
It's not as though Ichigo had any room to protest, considering he was in a public place and had already been pushed to the entrance of the hotel restaurant. The host there looked at him from over an upturned nose, as though he was a piece of trash on his shoe. At least, he did until he saw who Ichigo was with.
"Aizen-san," he said, all rainbows and lollipops now. "It's such a pleasure to see you again. Will you be needing a table for two?"
"Actually," Ichigo managed to interject. "I think I'm a little underdressed for this restaurant."
"Nonsense," Aizen said. "If it really bothers you, I'm sure one of the wait staff can run to the hotel boutique to buy you a jacket."
"No, that's quite alright," Ichigo said, only Aizen was already giving instructions to the host.
A few minutes later, Ichigo was sitting at a booth with Aizen, a no doubt ridiculously expensive jacket draped over a five-year-old t-shirt. He was a little uncomfortable, not just because of the jacket but also because Aizen was sitting right next to him and had an arm draped on the booth behind Ichigo's shoulders.
"What's your drink?" he asked Ichigo, leaning close enough to bring a blush to Ichigo's face.
"Umm. . . beer?"
Aizen raised a finger, and almost instantly a waiter appeared out of nowhere. Ichigo wondered how the hell he did that.
"One Old Fashioned," Aizen said, "and one Delirium Tremens."
"Yes, sir," the waiter said, before scurrying off.
"I hope you enjoy Belgian beers," Aizen said.
"Sure," Ichigo replied, despite never having had one. When he was out drinking, he and his friends usually ordered the cheapest drink there was. "Love them."
Then he blushed even more, wondering why he was trying to impress Aizen of all people. But Aizen was handsome, and obviously intelligent, and smelled really, really good. It was hard not to get nervous with him. In an attempt to distract himself from Aizen's intoxicating cologne, Ichigo reached for the menu and fumbled as he opened it. Then nearly had a coughing fit as he saw what the prices were.
"Oh, come now," Aizen said, his voice teasing. "These prices can't be that much of a shock to you. You must be getting a substantial cut of Grimmjow's salary, so I know that you really shouldn't be a stranger to. . . the finer things to life."
"Money or no," Ichigo replied, "I was raised a certain way. And that way involved local family restaurants and McDonalds, not thirty dollar burgers made out of lamb raised on one particular mountain in the Pyrenees."
"Oh, but what delicious burgers they are," Aizen said, laughing softly. "It must be something about the French air."
"Or maybe it's a magical mountain," Ichigo grumbled, eliciting a chuckle from Aizen.
At that point the waiter came back with their drinks and Ichigo watched as what looked like a ceramic bottle partially wrapped in blue foil was placed before him. The waiter took out a frosted glass, poured the beer perfectly into it, then sat both objects near Ichigo's place setting. Ichigo reached for it and took a few large gulps, finding the taste quite pleasant.
"Are you ready to order, sir?" The waiter said, addressing Aizen.
"At the risk of being presumptuous," Aizen said to Ichigo, his lips pulled up on one side in that devilish smile, "would you allow me to order for the both of us? There's nothing I like more than being able to share my favorite dishes with others."
"Go ahead," Ichigo said. He then watched as Aizen ordered their meal. . . in French. And the waiter, who was obviously Japanese, at least ethnically, nodded and committed everything to memory before leaving to the kitchen.
Aizen smiled and turned back towards Ichigo. "I hope that I've impressed you, if only a little. Though you seem too intelligent to be impressed so easily."
"Do you often take your dates to expensive restaurants, then order for them in French?" Ichigo asked.
"No," Aizen replied, smooth as butter. "Only the ones I hold in particularly high regard."
Ichigo didn't think that was just a line, though he supposed he couldn't be sure. But Aizen didn't seem to be the type to waste his time wining and dining those he wasn't very interested in. He didn't have to, after all. A man like Aizen only had to snap his fingers and women and men would fall into bed with him.
"But enough about me," Aizen said. "I wanted to take you out, after all, so that I could learn about you."
Ichigo wasn't really sure what to say. After all, he was basically just a normal person. But he was saved from embarrassing himself, at least for a few moments, when the appetizers arrived. An entire meal's worth of hor d'oeuvres was set before them, each of them looking and smelling absolutely delicious.
"Bon appetit," Aizen said, smiling, "I hope that you enjoy."
A few appetizers and a drink later, Ichigo was much more comfortable with Aizen, and had no trouble opening up about his rather mundane life. Aizen, for his part, was a rapt listener, taking a emingly interest in what Ichigo had to say and asking follow-up questions to stories even Ichigo thought were boring. He was a much better listener than Grimmjow. . . Ichigo briefly wondered if he was with the wrong person before shaking that thought out of his head.
A salad, entree, and several drinks later, Ichigo was feeling more than just comfortable. To be honest, he was feeling a little bit hot. And the fact that Aizen was so close to him, and still smelled so goddamned good, was not helping that dizzy feeling in his head.
"How are you feeling?" Aizen said, whispering the words into Ichigo's ear. "You look a bit flushed."
The feeling of the Aizen's hot breath in the inner channel of his ear sent tingles through Ichigo's body, and made him subconsciously lean closer.
"Mm fine," Ichigo murmured, as Aizen's hand landed on his thigh.
The waiter came back then, to place an ornate glass pedestal topped with small chocolates in front of them. Aizen said something to him before he left, leaving them alone again.
"Bourbon truffles," Aizen said. "Allow me."
Aizen picked up a truffle between his thumb and two fingers and brought it up to Ichigo's mouth. Without even thinking to complain Ichigo parted his lips and let Aizen slip the chocolate within them. His lips closed around the chocolate and the tips of Aizen's fingers, sucking the chocolate into his mouth before pulling away. He bit into it and chewed, tasting the bourbon as it gushed out.
"You have a little chocolate," Aizen said, "at the side of your mouth."
Aizen's fingers ran along Ichigo's jaw, lifting up his chin. Aizen's lips came closer, just brushing against Ichigo's lips before a tongue darted out to lap at Ichigo's skin. Ichigo couldn't help but moan lightly at the sensation. He wasn't sure why, but he was extra sensitive right now. Maybe it was the food, maybe it was Aizen. . . most likely, it was all of the alcohol he had consumed.
At any rate, when Aizen's lips moved up against Ichigo's lips, Ichigo didn't protest. And when Aizen deepened that touch of the lips into a kiss, Ichigo kissed back. It didn't hurt that Aizen was an amazing kisser. He pressed his lips against Ichigo's more and more insistently with each kiss, until they were hot, fevered things. Eventually Aizen used his tongue to trace over Ichigo's lips, which obediently parted, letting Aizen explore every crevice of Ichigo's mouth.
While Ichigo's mouth was otherwise occupied, Aizen's hand moved up his thigh, kneading it until his fingers brushed against Ichigo's groin. Ichigo moaned into Aizen's mouth. But Aizen didn't stop there; his palm cupped Ichigo's rapidly hardening crotch and pressed down, massaging it through the denim of Ichigo's jeans.
Ichigo spread his legs before remembering where they were and who he was with. Hr broke apart from the kiss, however reluctantly. Although it didn't really do much. . . it just gave Aizen the chance to attack his jaw. He pressed kisses up along Ichigo's jaw, until he came to the man's ear. Their cheeks pressed together as he dipped his tongue inside, the moist touch making Ichigo shiver.
Wait. Wasn't he supposed to be protesting?
"Mmm. . .stop," Ichigo moaned, and even if he was drunk he had the presence of mind to realize that he did not sound convincing at all.
"Why?" Aizen murmured, before going back to doing absolutely wonderful things to Ichigo's ear.
"We're in public."
"There's no one here, and the waiters aren't coming back until I call them."
Ichigo managed to look around, and he noticed for the first time that the waiters hadn't sat anyone at any of the tables in front of them. At this point, with Aizen's arm on his shoulder, Aizen's cheek pressed against his, and Aizen's hand kneading his cock, Ichigo was having a hard time remembering exactly why he wanted to protest.
"Wait. . . if you don't stop," he said, voice slightly slurred, "I'm going to come in my pants."
"Oh. We can't have that, can we?" Aizen leaned back and slung both his arms over the back of the bench, a sly smirk on his lips.
Ichigo scowled at the loss of body heat from various vital parts of his body.
"I believe we have an agreement," Aizen continued.
"Here?" Ichigo asked, before hiccuping.
"I see no better time than the present."
Ichigo looked around, but there really wasn't anyone there. Well. . . what the hell? He was horny and drunk, and he kind of wanted to see what Aizen was working with. With one last glance he ducked underneath the table, the long, silk tablecloths hiding him from view. Once he was there he made his way to Aizen's spread legs and kneeled between them. His placed his hands on either thigh, on top of the soft silk of his tuxedo.
Ichigo ran his hands up and down as he eyed the bulge in Aizen's pants, which he had to admit was impressive enough. Not as impressive as Ichigo was used to, but maybe he was spoiled by having Grimmjow around. He reached out and unzipped Aizen's pants. He could see Aizen's boxer-briefs now, could see its slit spreading to reveal swollen, pink-tinged flesh. Ichigo licked his lips as he pulled those boxer-briefs down, as he pulled Aizen's mostly hard cock out of his pants. Too impatient to take his time, Ichigo leaned forward and took the whole thing in his mouth.
He was rewarded for his effort by a low moan that rumbled in Aizen's throat, a noise that sounded almost like a purr. Encouraged, he sucked hard as he moved his tongue as best he could over the underside of Aizen's cock. After a few moments he started to move his head, bobbing it up and down Aizen's long, slim cock. He tried to keep up a gentle suction, and tried with each bob downward to brush the head of Aizen's cock against the roof of his mouth.
Aizen seemed to be enjoying it, from the way his breathing had mellowed out. The man wasn't making any other noises, though, and for that bit of self-control Ichigo was thankful. Aizen's hand came down to brush against Ichigo's cheek, than tangle in the hair at the side of Ichigo's face.
As Ichigo bobbed up Aizen's cock, he stopped for a moment with just the head of it in his mouth. He brought a hand up to stroke the damp, exposed shaft of Aizen's cock, then swirled his tongue around and around the head. Then he moved his tongue to dip in the slit of it, the action garnering a small thrust of the hips from Aizen.
"Sosuke, is that you? I thought I saw you come in."
Ichigo heard the voice coming from outside of the table. He looked out of the side of his eyes, enough to see black shoes under the bottom of the table cloth. But Aizen's hand prevented him from moving off the man's cock. If anything Aizen pushed his face back down, deeper and deeper, until Ichigo's nose was buried back in those brown pubic hairs. Aizen held him there, deep throating him, as he had a conversation with his co-worker slash friend slash whoever the hell it was, Ichigo wasn't so sure. It wasn't until the conversation was finished that Aizen let go, and Ichigo pulled off the cock to stretch his mouth out a little. His jaw hurt, as did his throat, a little bit.
"You should hurry," Aizen said, his voice calm and amused. "The restaurant seems to be closing up."
Ichigo frowned, but he went back to the task at hand. As he held onto the cock at its base, he licked and sucked all along the rest of it. After awhile Aizen's hand came back to grip the back of Ichigo's head, and then he was coming, and making sure that Ichigo swallowed every single drop. Ichigo almost gagged as semen poured down his throat, but it's not like he could move away with Aizen holding him there.
Aizen didn't let him go until he was completely done coming, at which point Ichigo moved away and started coughing. While he was used to swallowing, it's not as though Grimmjow ever forcibly held him down to the point of gagging before. He wiped an errant trail of semen from the corner of his lips as Aizen pulled him up by the arm.
Once he was seated at the table again, Aizen pulled him forward in another deep kiss.
"Are you still hard?" Aizen asked, when he pulled away. "If you'd like, I can help you take care of that."
"That wasn't part of our deal," Ichigo said, though he was having trouble remembering what that deal was exactly or why it even mattered.
"Consider it outside of the deal," Aizen said. His voice was a near purr, and he dropped it lower as he moved his mouth close to Ichgo's ear. "The question is: do you want me to fuck you, or not?"
Ichigo shivered. Why, exactly, hadn't he wanted to sleep with Aizen? For the life of him, he couldn't remember.
"Yeah," he said. "Let's go."
With Aizen's hand on Ichigo's arm to steady him, they made their way out of the restaurant and towards the elevator. The elevator door had barely dinged shut when Aizen pulled Ichigo flush against him. Ichigo's arms wound around Aizen's neck as Aizen's arms wound around Ichigo's waist, their lips and tongues meeting in a heated exchange.
They didn't make it to the hotel room. Aizen reached out a hand and hit the emergency stop button before turning his attention back to Ichigo, and Ichigo didn't care enough to mind. He could feel Aizen's cock, half-hard again already, rubbing against his through the fabric of their pants, and the feeling was just oh so delicious. Somehow, and Ichigo wasn't even sure how it happened, Aizen managed to pull his pants off. All Ichigo was aware of was the sound of leather and metal shifting. . . his belt? His zipper? And then like magic his pants and boxers were around his ankles and he was stepping out of them.
"You get me so hard," Aizen said, a breathy whisper against Ichigo's ear. "It's been a long time since I've wanted to be inside someone the way I want to be inside of you."
Ichigo moaned. It felt too good as Aizen pressed back against him, as Ichigo's cock tubbed against the silk of Aizen's tux. Against the hardness that was growing underneath it. He could feel hands grab him just underneath his ass, lifting his legs up. The back of his head hit the wall as Aizen lifted his legs up, and he took the initiative to wrap his legs tight around Aizen's waist. As he moaned, trapped between the cold mirror of the elevator wall and the heat of Aizen's body, two fingers made their way to his entrance.
Aizen claimed his mouth again, stifling the noises that Ichigo made as those fingers sunk deep inside of him. Maybe it was a testament to the copious amounts of sex Ichigo had been having lately, or how drunk and relaxed he was, but his hole spread open easily to accommodate Aizen's fingers. He gasped into Aizen's mouth as they started to move inside of him, stretching him even more.
It wasn't long before those fingers pulled out of him and Ichigo felt the blunt head of Aizen's cock press against there instead. He pulled away from the kiss as his hands twisted in the back of Aizen's tuxedo jacket, gasping as Aizen pressed into him, inch by inch. Aizen licked and nibbled at Ichigo's throat as he pressed in, until he was completely enveloped by Ichigo's hot body.
Ichigo moaned and arched as Aizen began to move, as that cock began to piston in and out of him. Being pressed between Aizen and the wall just made being fucked feel all that much better; like Aizen's cock was getting in deeper, somehow. And his own cock was rubbing against the fabric of Aizen's dress shirt every time, the friction sending shock waves through Ichigo's groin.
As one of Ichigo's hands grasped Aizen's jacket, the other was thrown behind his head, pressing against the wall above him as he tried his best to press back against Aizen's body. Through his half-open eyes, Ichigo could see their fucking reflected in the mirrors that lined the elevator wall. He could see his flushed, wanton expression, so much different than the expression he usually wore when he looked in the mirror. He could see Aizen's head buried in his neck, Aizen's hips and ass as they pressed into him with slow, powerful thrusts. And with each thrust he could feel himself slide up against the mirror a few inches, only to slide back down again as Aizen withdrew.
"You feel so soft," Aizen murmured. "So hot. I think I'll have to spend all night buried inside of you."
Ichigo only groaned, feeling himself get so close. . . it was too much, the physical and the visual stimulation. He watched himself in the mirror as he came, eyebrows furrowing and lips parting in a silent cry. He could feel his cock twitch and spurt semen into the space between them, and, several minutes later, could feel Aizen's seed fill him in turn.
They stayed joined together for a long moment. Then Aizen withdrew, carefully helping Ichigo to place his legs on the floor.
"I think," Aizen said, "we'll have to continue this in our hotel room."
Ichigo could only nod in agreement.

Meanwhile, custom-made Italian loafers sounded through the fifteenth floor of Olympia Towers in Roppongi. A door was unlocked, opened, and closed. The shoes stepped forward over a marble foyer, walking into the open space of a ridiculously large living room.
"Grimmjow?" came a large, booming voice. "Are you home?"
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