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Between the Lines
By : etherpants
Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male
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Kyouka had somehow transformed the stark living room into something out of a classy love hotel ad. The darkened room was drenched in red light and golden flickers of candles lit generously about. The glass coffee table held a bucket of ice chilling two bottles of Pinot Grigio and Don Perignon. A few stem glasses and a glass bowl holding a mountain of hulled strawberries sat near the drinks and the vintage turntable crooned out some mellow, sultry jazz.
Aizen noticed the pained look on Ichigo's face and embraced him around the shoulders, leading into a small slow dance across the carpet. "Is everything alright?"
"My threshold for romantic gush tonight was surpassed the moment I stepped in that café," Ichigo grumbled, clumsily following the sway to the music.
"Any place or time we might meet, we must make it the perfect setting and perfect hour to be together. For only the gods know whether our fates shall ever intertwine again.
Ichigo felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. Aizen Sousuke quoting one of Abel's most famous lines in his deep baritone caught him completely off guard. Hesitantly, after taking a moment to recover, he responded with Elsa's quote, "Any time and place is already perfect, as long as I am with you."
Ichigo nearly melted as Sousuke replied with a smirk and a kiss nearly as intense as the one that Sousuke had attacked him with when they came in earlier. But when Aizen had jumped him when they got back to the apartment Ichigo had been more mentally prepared for it. Meditating on what was going to transpire tonight during the long car ride home gave him time to focus. However, after Kyouka's interruption he lost all of that focus. As Sousuke's hands swirled teasingly at his waist then slid under his shirt to caress his bare back as the kiss deepened the anxiety Ichigo was experiencing amongst the sensations was too high. Gasping for air he broke the kiss and backed away a bit, too afraid to meet Sousuke's concerned gaze.
"I'm gonna…go freshen up for a minute."
"Take as long as you need."
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As Ichigo splashed water on his face in the bathroom he couldn't stop his hands from shaking . What he hadn't mentioned earlier is sex wasn't something he thought about a great deal either until recently. He certainly knew the mechanics of it, of course. There had been numerous mandatory lectures from his father in the Kurosaki household before he left for school on the topic. Though not so much mandatory as much as more than once he had woken up strapped to a chair with his goat-faced dad lecturing with a set of slides and a film strip that looked like it predated WWII. By the time the puppet show came around Ichigo had figured out how to escape his restraints and kick the idiot in the face before running as far as his legs could carry. Isshin had been "open" enough to make sure to cover homosexual intercourse along with his female anatomy lessons since Ichigo refused to give input on what kind of lessons he needed.
Despite all that, a strange curiosity had overcome him soon after his second date with Sousuke that affirmed that this was really going somewhere and it wasn't just an elaborate prank. A delicious ache would form in his body anytime he imagined the author with his shirt undone, or perhaps just waking up with his chestnut hair tousled and eyes heavy with sleep. Ichigo had barely ever touched himself through his teen years. After the first time he had been ashamed and there wasn't much else that had stirred him enough afterwards to repeat the gesture; hence figuring he was asexual.
However, these small fantasies of the celebrity who had taken interest in him brought on a desire Ichigo had never experienced until now. After a couple weeks of satisfying himself to these mostly innocent images in his head Ichigo's imagination started to grow. He imagined what he might look like coming out of the shower. First in a bathrobe, then a towel, then just under the blanket of steam that hazed the room. With long stretches between when he could see Aizen in the flesh his fantasies started getting more elaborate.
The first was a particularly heavy one where Aizen was his English professor who needed to keep him for some "detention." Then he was an eccentric billionaire who kidnapped him and had his way with him on a private island somewhere. Ichigo's most potent fantasy, however, involved Aizen as an elusive hypnotist that took a repressed, but easily enticed Prince Ichigo against his will. After recovering from what he had done to himself after that particular time, Ichigo knew it was time to think about where this was all headed. He felt ashamed for imaging such a noble, talented man in such positions, but they were only harmless ideas inside his head, right? Besides, there was something to all of them that somehow suited the well-mannered scholar so nicely. He couldn't put his finger on it.
He needed to know more about this foggy path he was headed down. Research proved difficult. Despite how vivid his own fantasies were getting he had great difficulty reading other people's thoughts on the topic of intercourse between two men. His research had been…enlightening.
Ichigo looked at himself in the mirror. It was a bit humiliating that after all those fantasies he thought he could go through with this. But now that the situation was before him and very real he suddenly couldn't work up the nerve. He knew he was ready, but there was some wall that kept him from taking that leap.
Edging his jeans down, he figured getting more comfortable and relaxed might help. His hands were beginning to lose their tremor as he folded his jeans on the counter. Ichigo looked himself over the mirror, now not wearing more than his black boxers and a wine-colored shirt, the buttons undone more than halfway. Maybe if he looked ready his mind and body would follow suit.
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Back out in the living room Aizen had changed into a bathrobe and reclined on the sofa and enjoying the music with a freshly poured glass of champagne in his hand. Ichigo was comforted by the expression of gentle desire in Aizen's eyes as he reentered the room. Ichigo felt a chill down his spine as his eyes looked him over in approval. Sousuke stood and gently smoothed back Ichigo's hair and placed a kiss on his forehead. Resting their heads together he murmured, "If this is too much, let me know. I want you to be as ready as possible."
Ichigo gulped dryly and sighed a ragged breath. "No, everything's perfect. I've gotta take the training wheels off sometime."
"Now now, you make it sound like an obligation. The last thing I would want would be for you to feel I'm imposing on you."
"That's not it, I've wanted this for a while now, but finding the courage is harder than I thought it would be. Not to mention you haven't exactly been available to help."
Ichigo saw Sousuke's frown and scrambled to correct himself. "Wh-what I mean is-"
Sousuke placed a finger on his lips, "It's alright. I know you didn't mean anything by it. It is the truth after all and it hasn't been fair to you. You're young and should be free to explore what this world has to offer, rather than being tied down by a complicated relationship."
"Too bad because if I'm going to be tied down to anyone it'd be you."
"I suppose it's my duty to make sure you don't regret those words," Sousuke's smirk returned as he threaded his fingers through Ichigo's hair and pulled him in for a kiss. Ichigo closed his eyes as their lips parted and the familiar sensation of soft lips and tongue brought him back to a comforting mindset.
For minutes they just stood there enjoying the soft swirl of the kiss and the heat of each other's bodies. The way the man's kisses trained his inexperienced mouth wordlessly, or how flawlessly his fingers caressed bare skin to tease, but not so much he had to break the kiss. Ichigo found every touch making him want to whimper in delight and each kiss sweeter than the last. The longer they kissed the more blatant it became that Sousuke was not as innocent as he had let on. In fact that was an understatement. As inexperienced as Ichigo was he could tell this man had refined himself in the art of intimacy. The realization overwhelmed Ichigo's already frenzied mind.
"I thought you said you hadn't had a lot of relationships." Ichigo gasped out as he broke the kiss, trying to catch his breath.
"I was talking about high school, Ichigo." He could hear the slight tone of amusement and scheming. "Sudden wealth and prestige does wonders for one's appeal and look on life. All you need to know is before the night is over I intend to use quite a bit of that experience on you."
Ichigo's mind was perplexed as to why he was okay with this realization where only a few minutes ago a kiss was sending him into a panic attack. With a thrill of excitement sudden making him weak kneed, he realized somehow the Aizen from his fantasies was now before him and very real.
Aizen marveled at how much his presence affected the boy. It was making it difficult to keep his already weighty ego and excitement in check. How many young girls' heart had this boy unknowingly break? It only made his pride and hunger swell to see his devoted soon-to-be lover completely undone. Ever since he laid that small, chaste kiss upon that flawless cheek that night of the signing his mind was made up. He had everything a mortal man could want. Riches, fame, admiration and all his previous lovers wanted to have a piece of it. Not Ichigo. The orange-haired young man in his arms cared for none of that and looked past all of it and straight to himself. The purity of Ichigo's devotion was absolutely refreshing; it almost made him regret the things he wanted to do to his body. Almost.
Of course, it wasn't as if he didn't have a hand in Ichigo's healthy sexual appetite. When they had first met, in real life that is, he could not detect an ounce of sexual inclinations in any of the boy's mannerisms. Aizen had taken care to cultivate and nurture that part of the boy's nature. Carefully placed touches here and there during dates, well placed words on the phone. All had been timed with care to ease Ichigo comfortably into this weakened and willing state. Aizen sudden felt a surge of heat wondering if Ichigo even began to realize how he was about to be ruined for any other, whether man or woman.
Tenderly he lowered the boy until he reclined down the full length of the sofa. Catching him off guard Aizen's eyes went wide as Ichigo embraced him around the neck and pulled him in for a desperate, loving kiss. His tongue timidly played along Aizen's, testing the strange, but exhilarating sensation of tongues slowly caressing and sharing moist heat. His smirk of delight was hidden in the kiss as he moved to lie atop the boy. Their ministrations were suddenly interrupted by the beeping of the microwave off in the kitchen.
"Ah, that would be for me," Sousuke stated nonchalantly, untangling himself, leaving Ichigo splayed and dumfounded on the sofa. He blinked in confusion and sat up to hear the microwave door open and shut. Sousuke reappeared stirring the leftover bowl of melted chocolate with the pastry brush.
"What do y-" Ichigo began to question and shut his mouth at the sweet, glorious fragrance that now flooded the room.
"While you were using the restroom at the café I asked Orihime if I could purchase a bit of that chocolate ganoche you loved so much. She was more than happy to fulfill the request."
With a flick Ichigo felt a warm soothing stroke of the stuff drag from his neck down to his chest.
"Wait!" he began to exclaim. "You can't be seri-seri...ous," he shuddered out as Sousuke took his time lapping up the warm, sweet streak from his skin. Soon his skin was clean again, save a wide streak of glistening saliva.
"When you have made your weaknesses so readily apparent, who am I not to use them against you?" Aizen murmured. Ichigo shivered at the quote, noting he had used Cain's words this time rather than Abel's. Aizen painted a stylized heart over the junction of the younger man's neck and collarbone; then another smaller one around his nipple. Aizen rested the bowl on the coffee table and pinned Ichigo in his place on the sofa. Ichigo gave him a disgusted look, but before he could protest his head suddenly pressed back into the cushion with a groan. Aizen's licks against his skin were surprisingly tantalizing and Ichigo felt like his face was going to burn off in embarrassment. Ichigo's hips twitched as his back arched just a bit from the slow, sweet torment. His eyes went dark and lidded as he watched his idol taste his body.
"E-enough of that," he protested, quickly lacing his fingers into Sousuke's wavy hair, trying to pull him in for a steamy kiss. Sousuke obliged for a moment, enjoying the little sound Ichigo made as he tasted sweat and chocolate in his lover's mouth.
Sousuke then broke the kiss and grabbed Ichigo's wrists restraining them back against the sofa. "Your body made no complaints just now; I fail to see why your mouth should protest."
"It's...it's...just..." he couldn't look Sousuke in the eye, not after enjoying something so…alternative.
"It seems you need more convincing," Sousuke's gaze somehow became even more devious. Before Ichigo realized what was happening Sousuke had taken the satin sash from his bathrobe and tied his wrists together.
"Hey! What's the id-" Ichigo whimpered suddenly now noticing that Sousuke's robe was open, the hard edges of his body now partially showing in the flickering candlelight. He wanted to reach out and touch him, but his new restraint denied him that privilege. Sousuke started kissing down his torso, making a point of avoiding his clothed erection. Taking back the bowl of molten chocolate Sousuke dragged the brush along the insides of his thighs ever-so-slowly. With that Ichigo's resolve started floating away and he let a leg drape over the top of the sofa. It wasn't worth fighting it, now realizing that in a few days his boyfriend would be gone again. Off to some exotic location while he went back to his mundane student life. He would do anything to see that hungry possessive look of his as much as possible, even if it meant letting him cover him head-to-toe in sugary sweetness.
He watched mesmerized as Sousuke knelt between his thighs, kissing and sucking and somehow keeping his legs held fast in place. Without even touching his member Sousuke's ministrations made him impossibly hard. Sweat dripped down Ichigo's forehead as he restrained himself from bucking forward for friction.
As Sousuke diligently cleaned up the chocolate streaks from Ichigo's skin, his fingers started brushing just under the hem of his boxers. They swirled and played lightly, traveling further and further under the fabric until- "Wait!" Ichigo panted, realizing contact was imminent. "I...I..." he stuttered with Sousuke gazing patiently into his eyes, licking a small smear of chocolate from his fingertip.
"Yes, Ichigo? I can stop, you just need to speak up," Aizen would have a hard time stopping now, but he would do whatever was best for Ichigo.
"No, that's not it...I just..." Ichigo glanced away and strained a bit against the satin wrapped around his wrists, trying to get the words out. He gulped and glanced at Sousuke from the corner of his eye. "I was kinda hoping we could try the next part...together. I wanna learn as we go."
Aizen felt a swelling in his chest that he hadn't expected. He stood and grabbed Ichigo's shoulders, forcing him back into the couch with a passionate kiss. Ichigo whined as it caught him off guard and he panted as their lips locked wetly over and over again. The sudden overwhelming passion he felt through his connection from Sousuke might have been the purest he ever felt from the man and it baffled him a little where it was coming from. A line of saliva stretched and broke between their lips as Sousuke pulled away and muttered. "That sounds like a lovely idea." Though his eyes suddenly darkened and a cocky curve appeared at the corners of his mouth. "But only if we can bring the chocolate."
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Fear not. I only broke up this chapter into two because it got too long. It's already up so just click that 'next' button. So much for the one-shot this whole thing started as.
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Between the Lines	By : etherpants Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2760 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleahc or make money from this fanfic

Between the Lines