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High Tea
By : etherpants
Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male
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There was a knock at the door.
Ichigo's eyes flew open.
Shit shit shit shit shit.
The doorknob rattled. Ichigo gathered up as many sheets as he could and slid them up to his neck. He curled up trying to pretend he'd been asleep. But as he did the upper side of the his thigh landed in the cooling patch of moisture he'd left on the inside of his untied hakama. Ichigo winced in disgust but tried to stay calm.
"Come in..." he muttered in the best sleepy droll he could muster. The door creaked open and a small voice answered.
"Oh. Sorry to wake you Ichigo-sama."
It was just one of the arrancar maids. Ichigo exhaled an exasperated sigh of relief. But then he felt bad because it must have sounded like he was annoyed.
"Um...just letting you know that your regular bath is under repair right now so I drew it a spare down the hall," she said timidly.
"Huh? What's wrong it was working fine yesterday," Ichigo grumbled and sat upright, making sure the sheets were still covering him.
"Oh...um apparently Nnoitra-sama sneezed when he was passing by and fired off a Cero."
Ichigo rubbed his face and sighed. He must have shunpoed by too fast earlier to notice any damage.
"Alright which room am I looking for?"
"Just head to the left and then a right it's the second door. Once again I'm sorry for the intrusion," she murmured before bowing and closing the door again.
For a few minutes he just sat there and finished catching his breath. Cracking his back Ichigo finally swung his legs over the side of the bed. He had planned on going straight to sleep. But he never slept well coated in sweat and grime and...other stuff.
Taking a quick peek out the door there was indeed a fairly decent sized smoldering hole near the door to his private bath. An annoyed look spread over Ichigo's face. The bastard Nnoitra had probably was hoping that he'd been in there at the time.
Quickly he threw on a white robe and headed down the hall. As he walked Ichigo bit his lower lip a tad. There it was again. That same disappointed feeling Ichigo loathed, but felt nonetheless every night after evening tea. Did he subconsciously want Aizen to walk in on him like that? Hell no. Fuck no. Why was he even considering it?
Anyway. Second door? Ichigo looked down the hall he was directed to. There were three doors on both sides. Which side was he supposed to use? Glancing back and forth Ichigo noted that both were identical. Stuffing his hands in his pockets he just went with the one on the right since it was in the same block as his bathroom.
As he swung the door open a warm steamy puff of air flowed out to greet him. Ichigo inhaled the fragrant air and sighed with a content smile. It was heavy with ginger and something else he recognized, but couldn't place. The bathroom wasn't much different than his own. Except a good portion of the ceiling slanted and opened into a large skylight, the stagnant moon serving as a fairly decent light, tinting the white stone a soft blue.
Shutting the door he discarded his robe on the shelf. The scent seemed to be coming from the area with the tub. The maid must have prepared something exotic to make up for the inconvenience. He made quick work of scrubbing himself clean with the soaps and seated shower off in the corner a little giddy to try it out.
He rinsed and made his way to the other section with the fragrant, steaming bathwater filling the large tub sunk into the white stone. Clean and already feeling a hell of a lot better than before Ichigo sank into the water and sighed. It was nice and scalding just the way he liked it. Back home he always let his sisters use the bath first so it was almost lukewarm by the time he got it. Getting his own hot bath was one of the few pluses of dealing with life in Las Noches.
Ichigo let his head rest back, eyes closed and a dreamy smile plastered over his lips. For once he could rest in nirvana and forget his worries over his friends and family. For once he could forget how he was being tossed around like a prized pawn in some mad man's chess game. No blades could cut him. No fist could reach him. No spells could mar him. No pushy friends, enemies or stuffed animals could make him miserable.
Seriously what's in this water? He thought realizing he hadn't felt his at peace well...ever. Ichigo splashed some up from the lucid, steaming surface and let it fall on his head, damping the drying orange locks and tasting a bit on his tongue.
He paused. That can't be right.
Ichigo cupped some of the water in his palms and took a long sip.
Ginger and...chamomile?
Oh shi-
"Well what a pleasant surprise."
Ichigo whipped around sending sloshes of water along the floor. His eyes got impossibly wide eye the sight of the one and only Aizen leaning against the divider. He was sopping wet without a scrap of cloth save the towel draped over his arm. And brunette hair was dark and damp, hanging straight and longer than usual from the weight. Ichigo watched a large bead of of water glide sluggishly from his slender neck down his firm chest, gaining speed as it trickled down his toned abdomen straight to-
"I...I...I...wrong...I wrong...bath," Ichigo stammered out. He tore eyes away from the object of his fantasies and whipped away again. He clutched his sides feeling his once serenely calm heartbeat pounding painfully, wanting to escape from his chest. He sunk back into the water practically up to his eye. Shit. His body was reacting before he could even fully comprehend what was going on. His robe was still back at the entrance and the only towels sat in a basket near Aizen's feet. Maybe he could run for it but that would be difficult without showing off his...appreciation for the sight behind him. Guess my only option is to ask politely...
Just say it. Ichigo thought frantically to himself Just say 'Could you please turn around so I can take my leave? There must have been a mix up I'm sorry for the intrusion' The uncharacteristic formality of it might throw him off or amuse him enough that he would let him bow out without an issue. But every time the words found their way to his tongue they got choked back by something.
Of course Ichigo could only imagine the response he'd get. "Alright Ichigo if you just want a different point of view." Aizen turned and Ichigo snapped his head around confused. He found himself laying his eyes on his beautifully sculpted back with all its intricate musculature leading his eye down to deliciously tight-
The sound of padding feet approached. Ichigo stiffened. Shit. I'm getting stuck in fantasy at a time like this? He clenched his eyes shut as he heard the footsteps stop behind him. He prepared for the older man to slide into the tub and draw his body close. Ichigo decided he'd feign a struggle to seem disinterested but eventually submit and let his body entangle with the older man's in the luscious heat. Instead he heard two small splashes. He opened an eye in confusion. It seemed that Aizen had only sat behind him on the floor, feet dipped in the water to his sides.
Ichigo jumped a bit as he felt wet hands rest on his shoulders. His thumbs glided firm but slow over the boy's shoulder blades. Making Ichigo grunt just a bit as he felt the tense muscles crackle a bit as they were worked to a relieving softness.
"My my. Even after a soak in my favorite calming tea bath you're still quite tense, Ichigo," Aizen stated simply as the heel of his hand worked into the base of his neck.
"Strengthening your body without taking measures to stay limber are pointless unless you want to end up a brute like Yammy."
Ichigo said nothing, it was still a tad overwhelming. He forgot how much he'd missed Aizen's company. The initial panic of the situation settled into butterflies flitting warily in his gut and he realized how much he'd missed them too. Though he expected their reunion to be a significantly more civilized setting. However, he was having trouble finding a way to complain about getting a deep massage from his master as they relaxed naked in the bath. Ichigo wanted so badly to confess his feelings for the man behind him but part of that made him feel like he would be admitting defeat.
With a sudden sharp pain Ichigo grunted between gritted teeth then sighed as a substantial portion of his left shoulder suddenly freed up. He shook it out, testing the feel, as Aizen focused on the other.
"Thanks..." Ichigo muttered getting flustered again that he still didn't know what to say. He shifted his legs around underwater. The combination of the present situation and the strong slick hands working at his back weren't helping him hide his...enthusiasm.
For one who planned and expected every possibility Aizen was quite disappointed in himself that he hadn't thought up this very scenario himself. Many factors had made him what he was. A dislike for surprises was one of those. However, the sight of Ichigo submerged nude in his bath, flushed with heat and a rare air of serenity throughout his being had been one surprise he welcomed quite earnestly.
Still it was all too easy. There was no thrill of the challenge with the boy cooperating so well.
"You're awfully quiet tonight Ichigo. Something the matter?"
Ichigo held back any replies that pointed out their current situation wasn't exactly typical, even in their weird student-teacher/captor relationship. He was getting tired of keeping up his mask of irritation. Well, it wasn't exactly a mask. The man seated behind him (so gloriously working away weeks of stress and knots with precise strength and skill) could always find a way to irritate him whether intentional or not. But at the same time Ichigo didn't want to keep pushing him away.
Would it really be that wrong for me to accept these weird twisted feelings? It's not like he's hurt my friends or family. I wouldn't be betraying anyone....He let himself believe.
"It's just...its still pretty early. And yet you decided to go for a bath rather than take time to have tea with me. Even though you're obviously back in the palace from whatever kept you away for so long," Ichigo muttered begrudgingly.
Excellent. His guard is down. Aizen thought with a subtle smirk.
"Well the way you put it makes you sounds rather disappointed don't you think?" Aizen chuckled almost silently as he felt Ichigo's muscles seize up again under his touch. He splashed more water over the teen's drying shoulders before continuing to knead them with his thumbs. "Actually I had just tried to visit a little while ago, but you weren't there. I suppose Gin forgot to tell you that I was returning tonight."
"Sure. Forgot." Ichigo grimaced and sighed in irritation. He must have just barely missed crossing paths with Aizen earlier if he was telling the truth.
"So I decided to have a soak and try again later. And lo and behold I find you here instead. Though I suppose..." Aizen leaned down towards Ichigo's ear and breathed in the heavy mixture of chamomile, ginger and young raging pheromones. "...you could say we're sharing tea as we speak. I do enjoy ginger and chamomile among other mixtures for their varying properties but I must say..."
Shifting around Ichigo's seated form Aizen slid gracefully into the tub. Ichigo's eyes went wide and he tried to back off, but strong hands encircled his waist keeping him seated on the low stone seat.
"You must be the most stimulating additive I've ever tried. Maybe I should request you to my bath more often."
Ichigo felt his heart leap a mile in his chest as he heard those words. After all those months of what seemed like zero interest on the other man's end Ichigo was more relieved than afraid. He didn't want to have to resort to begging. And after a few more months of having to endure being in Aizen's alluring presence it might have come to that.
Aizen took hold of his chin, forcing him to look up into that enrapturing gaze. The thick warm air was suddenly making it hard to breath as it hit Ichigo again how close he was. He took in the sight on his master's glistening, strong body in the moonlight now that he was right before him, the feeling that he should be ashamed slipping away.
A hand slipped down to his hips and drew him gently closer. Aizen held the boy's softening face close to his own and brushed his lip lightly under his thumb.
"Ichigo," he muttered softly. "It's been too long since I've seen you like this."
They sat there silently locked into each others eyes as the water stilled around them.
"I just wanna know one thing," Ichigo muttered, diverting his gaze. "Why did you do it? Why did you have to do that to me the night I was caught?"
Aizen sat back a bit and shifted Ichigo until he was seated on his thigh. His fingertips started working at the rigid muscles in his lower back.
"Hmm...its a fair question at this point. Quite a long time ago I saw your potential and wished to take you under my wing. I just didn't know that I would end up falling for you along the way. With that golden lotus tea I could supersede the inevitable uncertainties you might have had about sexuality and instead just plant my desire in you with the hopes it would flourish and be reciprocated."
"...heh?"
"I needed to make you like me back."
Ichigo just bit his lower lip.
Aizen understood and chuckled.
"And it worked didn't it?"
"Just shut up for once, kay?"
Ichigo's lips crashed against his with a quick fleshy nip before his tongue demanded entry. Without hesitation Aizen allowed it and savored the long awaited sensation of Ichigo's warm, silky mouth. The urge to tease him and make him fight for it was tempting until those arms eagerly wrapped around his shoulders, dragging his body flush with his. Aizen chuckled softly into the kiss, hands slipping from his lower back to rest on his firm rear. Ichigo's body was noticeably and surprisingly hot to the touch, especially in the steaming water. Though Aizen had little doubt in his skill it still pleasantly surprised him how easily he could convince others to believe what he wanted them to; Kanzen Saimin or not.
Whether he knew it or not Ichigo was already his to take. But for now Aizen focused on suppressing his more dominant tendencies, knowing it would only push his protege's progress a few steps back.
I've been here way to long. Ichigo thought as his tongue exploded the warm crevice, briefly battling playfully with Aizen's once in awhile. He could specifically identify the faint but distinct flavors of Earl Grey and Ceylon. Goddamn had he really been paying that much attention?
A few more soft tugs at his soft lower lip and Ichigo broke the kiss. His breath came in soft pants, a bit dazed he was actually going through with this. His gaze was sleepy, but intense as he rested his forehead against Aizen's. Damp orange locks mingling with darkened brown.
"Say what you will you snarky seductive bastard, but yeah, its true. I want you. I've been waiting for the day where I would kill my last ounce of dignity to end up this close to you. Now what are you gonna do about it?" Ichigo chided, his scowl serious, but not without an air of infatuation.
"Hmm well..." Aizen eased his hips forward a bit with a slight angle, forcing Ichigo's erection to rub up his own shaft, which earned him a shudder from the gorgeous youth on his lap. " I suppose I'll just have to relish in every inch of you thoroughly just to be sure this isn't a clever ruse to charm me into a false sense of trust."
Ichigo snorted a laugh and shook his head a little "Whatever..." He had tried to sound as passive as possible, but the word had cracked a bit with a small needy gasp.
Letting his legs drift up a bit Ichigo wrapped his legs loose around his waist. He ground himself into the touch, not bothering to restrain his groan of bliss. Feeling those firm thighs tighten reflexively at his sides Aizen's smirk widened. He gingerly took hold of their hardening lengths and ran his firm grip into a slow tug upward. Ichigo exhaled a ragged breath. He gazed at the smug man between his legs with heavy lidded eyes. With his emotions now out in the open he suddenly didn't feel much shame indulging in how demonically handsome he was.
Aizen's gaze lowered as he watched Ichigo's needy expression. His eyes were closed, but absent of the angular crease of his usual scowl, his lips parted with small harsh breaths escaping at a growing pace. Ichigo groaned a bit as his head lazily lolled to the side and his eyes fluttered open a bit. Though flooded with lust Aizen still saw that spark of unyielding determination struggling just below the surface.
"Aizen..." he muttered. A thick band of pink flooded his cheeks after a particularly strong stroke making him gasp and tilt his head all the way back.
Delicious. A jolt of carnal excitement suddenly coiled in his gut. Just delicious.
There was a sharp rush of movement and Ichigo grunted as his back was suddenly flat against the floor surrounding the sunken tub. He felt awkward and exposed, the cool air drying his wet skin a stark contrast to the water where his calves were still submerged. But he barely had time to complain as Aizen loomed over him, elbow's resting at either side of Ichigo's head.
With the only light coming from the skylight above Aizen's face was darkened and a faint aura formed in the surrounding moon glow.
Ichigo opened his mouth to say something but the words caught in his throat as Aizen's tongue dragged along the folds of his ear.
"Just...a little further back...ugh yeah there..." Ichigo said as the warm mouth toyed at the strangely sensitive flesh just below his ear. The tiny jolts of pleasure made his neck twitch away from the sensation until firm fingers slid through his scalp and held his head fast in place.
Aizen hummed low in his throat. Ichigo's skin was delightfully warm and sweet. Feeling the boy strain from such tiny ministrations only fed his piquing desire.
Curious, Aizen considered something he hadn't done in quite a long time. Seeing as Ichigo would never tell anybody his mind was made up quickly.
His hands trailed from Ichigo's locks down his well built chest. His mouth soon followed, trailing kisses and licks anywhere he suspected would be sensitive enough along the way. Ichigo sighed and then inhaled sharply as his finger tips grazed inches from his erection. When he felt a delicate breath dangerously close to his moist groin Ichigo's eyes flew open.
"Wait you can't be serio-ahh..." Ichigo hissed as the tip of Aizen's tongue dipped into his leaking slit then trailed down the thick vein the pulsed down the underside of his erection. Shakily he propped himself up on his elbows, entranced at the alluring, almost submissive sight before him. Strong hands kept his legs pinned apart, his face a strange mixture of dominance and curiosity as his tongue licked and his mouth sucked gently up the sides of his twitching shaft. Even in such a demeaning position only Aizen could maintain such an air of control.
Ichigo's lids drooped and he groaned sharply as the older shinigami took the whole length between his lips.
Leaning forward Ichigo laced his fingers tight into his wet dark hair. There's no way this can be happening. His chest rose and fell rapidly with heavy pants as his cock was engulfed deeper into the wet, warm depth. A small noise started escaping his throat every time he sucked him in and released him again and again.
After a couple more bobs Aizen took him in as deep as possible and swallowed hard around the thickening flesh. Ichigo suddenly threw his head back in a growl. The electrifying grip of pleasure multiplied throwing him right to the brink of orgasm.
No! It's too soo- His thoughts suddenly interrupted by a sharp, intense throb of pleasure that sent him over the edge. Collapsing back into the floor he cried out as his seed shot out only to be drank up by Aizen's voracious mouth.
"Hmm...a tad quick. Though I suppose its to be expected of someone as inexperienced as yourself."
Aizen stroked out the last bits of juices before releasing the spent organ and stepping back he admired his work. It was mind blowing how much more attractive Ichigo became when he was vulnerable, blushing and sweating, completely exposed for his eyes to feast upon. Well, not quite...
"Now Ichigo. Why don't show me that lovely posterior of yours. I'm afraid I haven't had a good chance to fully appreciate that angle of you before," Aizen's gaze lowered as his tongue darted out a bit to lap up a small drip of the stuff.
Ichigo nodded and waited to catch his breath a bit before he turned over, still a bit shaken. He rested his elbows on the white stone and focused on the water that dripped from his body to join the already growing puddles, trying not to freak out at what he was about to partake in.
Trying to stay calm as the hard slick mass slid mockingly slow up and down between his cheeks.
Trying to subdue his urge to pull away as soft kisses were placed between his shoulder blades.
Trying to relax as Aizen's deep, warm voice gently urged him to, his hands now massaging the tense mounds of his ass.
Trying to figure out whether he preferred this slow tender treatment to the crazed, carnal abuse he'd received the last time.
Aizen slid his thumbs down to that tight puckered little hole and felt a victorious shiver of excitement tighten in his gut. With a soft grunt Aizen pressed the hard, darkened tip smoothly into the clenched orifice. The water eased the entry, but Ichigo still cried out in pain and arched his back.
"Fuck..." he hissed between his teeth feeling the thick organ dig deeper into his body, all the way up to the hilt.
Aizen took the boy's chin and turned him slightly easing him into a wet, open-mouth kiss. Ichigo moaned low and swirled his tongue into the older man's mouth, glad to have something so luscious to distract him from the fading pain.
Hmm...odd...Aizen thought taking a hold of Ichigo's member. He was severely more limp than he should have been at this point. But quickly Aizen's head put together several factors in his head and drew the most logical and rather arousing conclusion. A truly evil spark of temptation egged him on. Even if he was wrong it could only help.
"My my Ichigo..." he muttered, breaking the kiss and brushing wet lips against his earlobe. Slowly he started stroking the softened cock in his hand.
"I would think that virile youth like yourself would have quite a bit more stamina than this..." Ichigo scowled in confusion. But as his half-hardened length was tugged an teased a bit more his eyes shot open wide in realization. There was no way he could orgasm more than twice in such a short period of time. A fresh jolt of embarrassment shot through him knowing the man buried deep in his core could easily deduce why.
"Though surely you haven't been with anyone else recently," Aizen muttered. He started pulling back, sliding his length to the dark, reddened tip. Ichigo clenched his jaw trying to work through the small bursts of pain that still lingered.
"Which means you must have taken matters into your own hands at some point tonight. Mmm...I wish I could have witnessed that for myself," he purred into his ear.
I suppose I still could. Aizen pondered briefly. I could probably ask Gin for the recording. Taking a firm grip on Ichigo's hips he rocked forward, pushing back into his body and setting a steady pace.
Ichigo felt his gut twist in humiliation. His face burned and no words could escape his lips as his ass was stabbed into again and again with that impossibly hard length.
"I wish I could have watched as you stroked your cock, your face flushed and sweating as you coated your hands in your own shameful nectar. Maybe you suckled on your fingers before curiously sliding them into your sweet forbidden passage."
Ichigo shivered and pressed his cheek down against the cold, wet floor, hands clenching into fists with nothing to grip. That actually sounded like a really hot idea.
His body was being agonizingly pushed beyond its usual limitations. Aizen pressed into his prostate at just the right angle and speed, forcing him to harden again. But now the pleasure was coming in long strained waves, growing gradually more intense as if his body was trying to fight them back.
"And tell me Ichigo..." Aizen nipped lightly at his neck at the spot that had driven him crazy earlier. "What did your sinful head imagine as you fondled yourself?"
"Shut up..." Ichigo grunted. The pounding in his ass settled into a steady rhythm, keeping him painfully just behind the brink of ecstasy. He reached down into the tub to try and push himself to release, but Aizen grabbed his wrists and pulled them up and back. Ichigo yelped as his chest was lifted from the floor.
"Uh uh uh," Aizen tsked. "Not until you share your dirty little fantasy."
"Fuck..." Ichigo huffed as the speed picked up, the cooling water splashing perpetually across the floor as the other man's tensed sac slapped against his own repeatedly. His whole body was burning with heat and an aching overwhelming need to release.
"What wicked image did you have burned in your mind as you-"
"It was you!" Ichigo cried out, panting desperately to keep up with the pace of his body being ravished. "I fantasized about you taking me and fucking me senseless just like this! So just let me come before I lose it!"
Aizen didn't need to hear another word. He pulled Ichigo's back flush against his chest while his free hand pumped at the boy's strained member. Ichigo didn't hold back a single grunt or moan as the cock in his ass pounded away while the vice hand flew at an impossible pace. Finally he threw his head back against Aizen's shoulder as he shot out the very last ounces of seed in his body. The sultry sight made Aizen bite down into Ichigo's shoulder, suppressing a groan as he used his ass to milk and unleash his own climax.
Both sunk back down onto the bathwater, a wet mess of tangled limbs.
"How do you feel?" Aizen asked pressing a kiss to his temple.
"Not...so clean anymore," Ichigo replied, his scowl returning.
So with a couple interrupting gropes and kisses along the way they managed to get each other washed again.
As he shrugged his robe on Ichigo tried to wrap his head around how much their relationship had changed in the span of an hour. What was he to him? A lover? A toy? Ichigo decided he would sleep on it before he let it get to him.
"Don't think you can slack off in your training now just because things have changed between us," Aizen said, loosely running his fingers back through his damp hair. A single clump fell between his eyes like it was magnetized to that point.
"Yeah, whatever," Ichigo mumbled, tying his sash. "As long as I can get some heads up on where this is all going.
"Actually I believe we can begin the process to suppress your hollow soon."
"Wait, seriously?" Ichigo exclaimed, he had almost forgotten about that. Hichigo had been surprisingly quiet lately anyway.
"Yes, but we'll talk more about that later. Tomorrow tea will resume, as planned, and I'll quiz you on the Thirty-Six Stratagems. Sleep well Ichigo," the king of Hueco Mundo kissed him on the forehead and gave him one of those smiles before departing.
Ichigo stood there for a second then smacked his palm down his face. He hadn't even touched that book yet.
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High Tea	By : etherpants Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3116 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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High Tea