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How Did This Happen!?	By : Tenkiuma Category: Bleach > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 3500 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Chained!?
- 2-Master!?
- 3-Choice!?
- 4-Who!?
- 5-Decision!?
- 6-Begin!?
- 7-EVIL!?
- 6
- 7
Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own Bleach...If I did there would be more yaoi~ and Aizen-sama woulda kidnapped Ichi-berry and had his wicked way with him ;)
Warnings: THE LEMONY YAOI GOODNESS IS IN THIS CHAPTER~! XD
Summary: Ichigo wakes up chained and shirtless! What the hell happened? This is AU.
Pairing: Aizen/Ichigo
How Did This Happen! cover:
tenki-chan. deviantart .com/art/How-Did-This-Happen-244991885
hope you like looking at it as much as i enjoyed drawing it! :3

Yakuza~ (yay mafia~! lol XD) ( I looked it up and this is what I got and I kinda tampered with the system to help me so its a little off XD)
Kumicho (Aizen Sousuke): This is the supreme boss of the whole organization. He is the boss of administration issues and concerns and general in military affairs. (All in all he is a BA SOB)
Saiko-komon (Tousen Kaname): The senior adviser. He deals with the administrative matters and the legal stuff. The Shingiin (law adviser) and the Kaikei (accountants) are under him. This position is equal to the Wakagashira
Wakagashira (Ichimaru Gin): This is the first lieutenant. He deals with the military aspects of the group (and in Gin's case surveillance cuz we know our lovable fox can't help but eavesdrop). This position is equal to the Saiko-komon
Shateigashira (Starrk Coyote): This is the 2nd lieutenant. Basically he's the third in command. He is kinda like the Wakagashira's assistant. If the Wakagashira can't lead in military for some reason then it is up to the Shateigashira.

Author's Note: OKAY SO I IS SO SOSOSOSOSOSO SO SORRY about how late this update is! My muse ditched me and went on vacation (that bitch) and i was jus stuck in some writing rut for awhile along with college work X.x BUT my muse returned to me and i started writing this LEMONY GOODNESS~ for you all! And then it took awhile to make sure it was perfect (i like re-read this thing like 8 times). So i hopez you all forgive me for how long this took and imma try to get my schedule planned out so i can organize exactly when to update...ALSO~ this happens to be my longest chapter i've ever written~ YAYZ~ 6,320 words of pure unadulterated SMUT! With a little bit of fluffyness at the end ;) but just a few fun little things i wanted to say:
ME: In this fun little chapter Ichi-berry-
Ichigo: DON'T CALL ME THAT!
ME: -has some little themes~ The first being~
Ichigo: Complete and utter DENIAL
ME: And the second being~
Ichigo: Aizen = EVIL
Aizen: *chuckles in amusement*
ME: Also~ I have decided to give Aizen-sama a favorite tea in this story and it's~
Aizen: Green Cherry Tea mixed with Yamazaki Single Malt 18-Year-Old Whisky when I find my Pet particularly annoying
Ichigo: ...Tch. Jackass...

THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED!!!! THEY ALWAYS MAKE ME SO HAPPYZ!!!!! PLZ REVIEW~!!!! I LUFFLES THEM SO!

I barely had time to register the collar clanging to the floor before I had somehow found myself blinking rapidly at a white ceiling with quite the smug bastard straddling me. He stared down at me as he yanked his red tie loose, the eyes of a predator glinting with the soft light. I stopped the nervous gulp making its way to my throat and ignored the squealing hormones acting like rabid fangirls over how (totally not) hot that was.
I suddenly felt very much like prey.
Involuntary shudders ran through me as long graceful fingers glided down my sides, following the slight curves of muscle, leaving a pleasant tingling trailing in their wake. Though I wouldn't be caught dead admitting anything the owner of those hands did was pleasant. Definitely not. I glared into those eyes with my trade mark defiance (even as that little voice of mine began questioning why I was still showing defiance to this god-like man).
While mine were constructed of defiance formed to conceal nervousness, his were dark, violent, and heated. Not at all like his normally cold gaze full of sophistication and general bastardness. I (secretly) liked them better this way. Warm. Like rich dark chocolate. Swirling. Melting.
Soft lips explored my jaw and a tongue darted out to lick the crease of my mouth, followed by the nibbling of teeth on my lower lip, demanding entrance. I scowled up at the smirk the hot bastard gave me and was imagining how amusing it would be to not allow that sinful appendage to taste my mouth when suddenly an evil hand tweaked my nipple and the only thing worse than that slight pain was the embarrassing pleasure that came with it.
A surprised gasp escaped me, which the bastard took as an invitation to invade my mouth. My body arched into him (of its own accord certainly) as those fingers continued to attack my apparently sensitive nub, feathering touches, circling, pinching. His tongue invading my mouth with wicked precision. And (to my utter annoyance) he tasted pretty fucktastic with his intoxicating spicy and sweet flavor, almost masking the slight hint of cherry.
His tongue masterfully evaded my attempts to battle him with my own tongue and he explored my wet cavern, tasting me with satisfaction, finding a spot that had me instantly moaning into his mouth and him chuckling into mine.
Needless to say, as first kisses go, that was pretty fucking intense. And I did actually like it. Not telling him that though, that was for damn sure.
He broke the kiss and continued sucking and nibbling along my neck, finding every sensitive spot with the ease experience granted him.
My breathing quickened at the ministrations. Everything felt weird. But not necessarily a bad weird. And heat kept coiling like an agitated snake in my lower stomach, almost painfully, shooting straight to my groin.
Breath ghosted teasingly along my heated skin, inducing tremors, until finally stopping at my hard nub. I looked at him through bleary eyes and he glanced up at me with a devilish smile before suddenly giving it a quick lick and taking it into his mouth.
My eyes fluttered shut as the wet heat completely surrounded my nipple and caused a serious blow to my restraint. His tongue circled it agonizingly slow. A loud moan could be heard and I realized distantly that it came from me. I fisted the sheets and bit my lip in an attempt to stop that embarrassing sound, which awarded me with a comment from Aizen, naturally.
"Tsk tsk, Ichigo," he began with amusement clearly in his voice. "I happen to enjoy hearing that adorable voice of yours." He ran a finger lightly across my lower lip. "So I suggest you refrain from suppressing those delicious moans."
I glared up at him. So it's all about you, huh? He obviously caught the thought because he narrowed his eyes with annoyance. "That, my pet, was called an order. If you wish to continue biting your lip in such a manner than I will gladly start biting as well." And, before I could even think about asking what he fucking meant by that, I found out. He returned his attention to my chest and proceeded to bite down on my nipple, hard.
"Ah fuck!" My hands, with a mind of their own, clenched tightly to the shoulders of his dress shirt as my cursing transformed into a groan, from pain or pleasure I simply didn't know and didn't want to know for that matter. And the evil chuckle of pleasure (and did I say evil?) didn't help…but it never did, did it? His tongue gave a last swipe to the abused nub before he looked down at me with obvious amusement.
"I believe that you, my dear boy, are a closet masochist," he seemed particularly pleased with himself after discovering that piece of information. Jerk. Handsome sinful asshole!
"And I believe you are an openly evil sadist," I replied with an embarrassingly shaky whisper. I took a deep breath, trying to get that annoying shakiness to leave me alone.
"Ah, indeed," he said in a dark whisper, grazing his fingernails across my abdomen, chuckling at the involuntary shudder it produced.
"And that was definitely pain, not pleasure." I replied, along with "bastard" under my breath, but he didn't hear that last part or just chose to ignore it. I was thinking the later. Selective hearing bastard.
"Hmm~? Now you are just in denial," he uttered, with mock disappointment, as if he just caught a child stealing a cookie before dinner and hiding it behind their back. "I, for one, am under the impression that you rather enjoyed yourself, regardless of your constant protesting and pouting."
"Don't know what you're talkin' about," came the annoyed mutter as I glowered at the ceiling (I most certainly wasn't avoiding eye contact, not me).
"Really now?" He asked as his body weight shifted off of me. I glanced back from the very interesting ceiling to locate the sneaky bastard. He was now lying farther down, on his chest, and beside me. His chin rested on his fist as his amused eyes gazed at my eyes (not) avoiding him. The long elegant fingers of his other hand idly making patterns along my abdomen, circling my bellybutton and fanning out to trace other invisible designs (which was not pleasant at all, most certainly not). I ignored how my muscles quivered beneath his light touches and the fire racing through my veins.
Even in that position he seemed to radiate an overwhelming authority. I swear this was the only man that has ever successfully been sophisticated and comfortable at the same time. This further convinced me he was actually an evil demon sent to torture me. No way in hell he was human. Definitely too devious. And did I mention evil?
"Yea, really." I practically growled out, annoyed with the conversation in general and where it could possibly lead to, like my potential masochism. Which totally wasn't true, by the way. Absolutely not…I think…well I definitely knew he was a sadist (the bastard didn't even deny it). But now he was just talking with that mouth that only said sinful things and caused me to get all confused in his circles of manipulative words. I swear, he loved to hear himself talk…and the only thing that irritated me more was that I found I fucking loved to hear him talk too, damnit!
While I was ignoring the fluttery sensation in my stomach as fingers traced my lower abs, he was thinking up evil, evil plans. I knew this because, before I could even piece together that perhaps taking my eyes off him (and looking at the delightfully interesting ceiling) was a bad idea, he had already acted (more like attacked, pounced, ambushed…need I go on?).
During my (not) avoidance of him in general, his hand had been, unbeknownst to me, travelling farther away from my chest and closer to…well…somewhere else. Like say, my pants, just for example.
A finger had found its way to the base of the erection I was blatantly ignoring and stroked upwards on the white silk pajama pants. My eyes widened with surprise at the sudden pleasure. I was barely able to stop my hips from bucking, my neglected arousal wanting to prolong the touch it was finally receiving.
"Nn-ah!" was the embarrassing response I gave to that action. Damnit! How dare that finger do something so evil! I curse you demonic finger! And just as I was about to glare daggers at him, it happened again with more pressure…And an added chuckle.
"My pet, you shouldn't lie when it is quite so obvious." Another stroke and another moan. Fuck! It was definitely against the law to be such a smug asshole! I was sure of it. Look it up. "Your body seems to be adorably truthful. Perhaps I should ask it once more if you are truly enjoying this?" At his words his hand wrapped loosely around my clothed member as his thumb pressed down on the head.
"Ah!"
My hand flew to cover my mouth as the most embarrassing mewling escaped it. Unfortunately, it could still be heard through my fingers, according to the satisfied smirk that appeared on Aizen's face. I hate you and your stupid fucking smirk! I swear!
"Shall I take that as yes?" Was the smug inquiry. His thumb pressed down harder, his nail sliding into the slit teasingly.
"Mmm~ gah!" How the hell am I supposed to talk with you fucking doing that! "St-stop that!" Which happened to come out more as a strangled cry than the strong demand I wanted it to be. Damn.
"Hmm~?" His thumb relented, but his hand began to stroke up and down. Unbearably slow. I bucked my hips in his hand, no longer trying to stop. My defiance was officially in tatters and, to my horror, it felt amazing. My own hand was even impressed. There was just something so arousing about not being able to control the strokes, about being so vulnerable to someone else, so…revealed. But there wasn't enough friction. Wasn't nearly enough. And that was my main concern. Damn pants.
So I surrendered. Un-fucking-believable! If anyone asks I'm going for complete denial.
"Ah! P-please~! N-nngh!" I gasped out as another wave of heat seared through me, hoping that he somehow knew what I wanted. Needed. Even if I didn't.
"A-Aizen!" (And I obviously wasn't thinking clearly. Bastard was his official title). I dimly realized that the first time I ever used his name was in the grips of pleasure and stored that to the back of my mind to annoy me later and promised to never to it again.
Bleary, unfocused eyes met ones full of lust and amusement, an eyebrow raised…maybe he was questioning why I used his name too…shoulda went with bastard…definitely.
"I find myself immensely enjoying your lust filled voice as it implores its Master, Ichigo," the way he said my name was now enough to get me to outright moan and I was too far gone to even comment on the 'Master' remark. But damn, that voice! My name just sounded so vulgar, so sinful, as Aizen whispered it. As if it alone was a murmur of sensual pleasures permitted only to dark rooms and silk sheets. Such a voice could easily command the most innocent of angels to plummet willingly into his seemingly sweet embrace.
To think I was undone this quickly, by this man's evil hand, no less. My damn pants were still on for fuck's sake!
"And since you begged your Master so delectably," he continued in that shudder inducing velvety voice, "I shall allow you to have your treat."
I-I didn't beg! That wasn't begging! That was a…a request! Yeah! That's exactly what it was! And that is what I'm going to keep telling myself. And you better believe I would have shown him the error of his ways if I wasn't turning into a moaning pile of goo in the palm of his hand (and quite literally at that). Because, while I was musing about how I was so not begging, the arrogant prick took it upon himself to remove my pants, and though deep down I was grateful, a louder closer me was indignant. Needless to say you can bet your ass I'm scowling on the inside. Deeeeeep down inside. Past all that moaning and mindless need.
And, if my eyes weren't closed as I was battling the desire to grab him and pull him closer, moaning and bucking into his slow pumping hand, I would have seen the bastard sucking suspiciously on his three fingers with a devious glint flashing through his eyes.
The next time I glanced towards him through my haze of pleasure was because his hand stopped its sweet torture and disappeared, causing me to shiver from the air that seemed so cold without him. He had changed positions without me realizing (sneaky bastard). Though, could you really blame me? I was a tad bit preoccupied (majorly preoccupied). He was now positioned in between my legs, his hands nudging them apart without me resisting, as I was still dazed. One hand hooked under a bended knee, preventing me from scooting away (as if I was in any state of mind to do that at the moment).
He looked much too comfortable there for my liking, almost reminding me why I probably didn't want him there. But that quickly slipped from my thoughts as my delighted hormones discovered he was now a shirtless sneaky bastard (I swear…how the fuck did that happen!) He must be a demon ninja, my mind randomly provided, stuck in some unfocused train of thought. Like that one show…Narutard? Narugo? Hmmm…maybe a cooler character? Like that main villain from that one show! You know, the one with that traitor with the god complex? He was definitely an evil, hot bastard….perhaps they were related…I'll ask later…
Don't even ask me why I thought all that random shit while staring (not ogling, definitely not!) at his godlike form, able to now see the toned muscles I could only feel through his shirt. Aha! My brain obviously short circuited due to this unbelievably hot man currently gliding his fingers along my inner thigh, eliciting moans as heat shot through my already painful erection. Pre-cum beading at the tip, the hot liquid dripping slowly on my lower stomach, seeming to cool even as my skin burned with increasing heat.
The dim light played off his defined torso, framing its perfection as he slowly took in my disheveled form and (embarrassingly enough) found me sneaking glances at him as well. I just couldn't seem to help myself, but quickly rationalized that anyone would look at the handsome yakuza boss if they caught him shirtless. With sweat glistening off his slightly tanned skin as the body heat between them grew. Yeah…it could happen to anyone…and anyone would look…so it's fine if I do too…yup.
With a glimpse to my lips functioning as my only warning, he stole yet another kiss. And, while that devilish tongue distracted me, I distantly felt fingers trail up my inner thigh and stop at an entrance I never even remotely thought about until now (with the exception of that one yaoi Rukia made the guys watch with that one dare…never play Truth or Dare with Rukia…she always wins).
My eyes flashed open as I felt a finger push past muscle, wiggling inside, and my body instantly clenched to try and reject the devious foreign finger of pure evil. It effectively brought me back to my senses.
"The fuck!" I cursed, pissed at the offending finger. Damnit! I tried to pull away, glowering at the bastardly hand holding me in place. The hell man! Not cool.
"Ichigo," was the dark reply I got and mentally cringed as my name sounded more like a threat involving a violent and painful ending. I bit my lip with unconcealed annoyance and glanced up to see his irritated frown and the glare of potential death directed towards me.
"What, damnit!" my glare tried to equal his. Failed, but tried. "You can't just stick your evil finger in someone's ass and expect them not to curse at you! At least give a guy some warning first!" I added that last part because the beginning almost sounded suspiciously like an apology. And no way in hell was I apologizing to some bastard who still had his finger in something that should have things coming out of it only. "Like 'Hey Ichigo, imma stick this here finger up your ass. Don't worry though, it's not evil or nothin'.'" No, I wasn't mocking him…Okay, I was. So sue me.
His annoyed frown that usually meant death to anyone who happened upon its presence twitched down more, if that was possible, and probably signaled the beginning of the apocalypse.
I shifted slightly, trying to ease that uncomfortable feeling as it slowly began to ebb away. Take your finger outta my ass you bastard!
He finally sighed in exasperation, taking his finger out. Thank you! Geez! "How exactly did you presume we were going to partake in the losing of your virginity, Ichigo?" Then a wicked smirk erased the frown and I knew I was in deep shit.
"However, I have seen the obvious error in my ways," he said with mock sincerity. "I believed that I would need to be gentle with a virgin, but it seems I was wrong in assuming you, a virgin, needed preparation. Clearly the virgin-"
"STOP SAYING VIRGIN DAMNIT!" I interrupted as my face heated with a blush I was sure was permanent. I hate you! Hate hate hate hate hate hate hate you to infinity!
"-knows best," he continued on, blatantly ignoring my outburst. Bastard. "And now that we are through with this misunderstanding I shall, as you would so politely put it, commence in 'fucking' you."
I paled considerably at that last comment. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! Aizen-fucking-Sousuke, the prude of the year, just said 'fucking'. I have a feeling all my cursing finally made him snap. How fucked does that make me? My eyes watched as fingers began unbuttoning his pants and grew wide as they acknowledged the fact his erection was making a considerably large bulge against the fabric.
"N-now w-wait just a sec!" I spluttered frantically, panic at that bulge of evil (everything about this man is pure evil) causing me to shoot up, grab his wrist and stop him mid-unzipping. I gulped as his eyes just narrowed at my hand with displeasure. "L-Lets just be reasonable 'k-kay? No reason to act rashly!"
After what seemed like eternity those narrowed eyes lifted towards me and I almost swiped my hand back. His eyebrow then rose, silently waiting for me to say more. Problem was I didn't really know what else to say. My brain only provided me with that quick concession before panicking and blanking out on me.
"What else do you want me to say?" I mumbled irritably, not really feeling like putting my choice curse word at the end of the sentence, just in case he decided to act on that promise of 'punishment' my little voice conveniently reminded me of. I glanced away from the intensity of his eyes, but didn't release his wrist, determined to make sure it didn't continue removing his pants while I wasn't looking.
"Hmm~? You stopped me for a reason, yes?" he asked with clearly faked confusion. Asshole! I swear! Infuriating bastard!
"Y-yea…I did," was my growled out response. He is fucking with me on purpose! Damnit!
"Well~?"
"Y-you know…" Damnit damnit damnit! He better not ask what I think he's gonna ask!
"I'm afraid I don't. Please do enlighten me, virgin." I could hear the amusement in his voice. Sadistic bastard.
"Well…umm…" How exactly do I word this! Fuck! I glared at him as if lasers would shoot outta my eyes, wishing he might turn to ash so I could make my escape. Unfortunately, that didn't happen.
"I see. If that is all then, where was I?" he acted like he was thinking about it for a moment. "Ah yes, I remember now." His hand went for his zipper regardless of the hold I had on it. No damnit!
"Stop damnit! FINE! Okay okay! Shit! You win! You win!" I said quickly, willing the hand to stop. And it did, to my relief.
"Yes~?" Was his smug reply. I think I want to hit him…No.I know I want to hit him.
"Geez, you enjoy torturing people don't you?" An annoyed huff escaped me.
A light velvety chuckle caused me to shudder involuntarily and he regrettably noticed due to the grasp I had on his wrist. He definitely stored that information for future evil plans.
"Indeed. It just so happens to be a favored hobby of mine." Of course it is. I mentally rolled my eyes at him.
The hand holding me in place began stroking the bend underneath my knee and down my thigh, eliciting an unsteady gasp from me. "However, you should not change the subject, Ichigo. I believe you said that I 'win.' If so," he continued with that infuriating smirk of his growing. "Then I would very much like to have my prize."
I nibbled my lower lip as he looked at me expectantly, radiating infinite patience. He looked as if he had all the time in the world to wait for my response and was not currently kneeling between my thighs. His hair was still in place for fuck's sake! With the exception of a few loose rich brown curls elegantly framing his face, drawing attention to the lighter brown eyes…and sophisticatedly arched eyebrows…the dim glow playing off his light tan…trailing his strong jaw…highlighting moist lips from our recent kiss…and damnit stop distracting me!
And I had no idea how he was able to completely disregard the probably uncomfortable erecting straining against his pants…and let's quickly change this train of thought…
I wasn't sure how long he was gonna wait for me but I definitely needed to think of something before he took me without preparation. That just didn't sound like it would end well…at least for me. I continued worrying at my lip as my mind didn't provide any answer I would ever say out loud. Damnit! I just wasn't good at words and he keeps making me answer him! Gah! So aggravating! I was more of an action guy. Words always seemed to come out wrong for me…
A blush hit me full on as an idea formed and I glanced nervously at him trying to find any other option. He was observing my face intently, his eyes flickering down to follow the deep blush as it appeared on my neck and chest. Damn. His staring was so not helping. I couldn't think of anything else on the spot…and I'm tired of this standstill. It's better to just jump right in and hope for the best right? Instead of just sitting here thinking about it forever…
I sighed in defeat as I released his wrist and fell backwards, my back hitting the black silk sheets as they softly rippled around me. Phase One: complete. Tangerine bangs fell in my face with the movement and I had to blow them away from my face.
I scowled up at him. Phase Two: complete. Next was the embarrassing part and I decided that it would be less excruciating if I did it quickly, like ripping off a band-aide. So, before I could chicken out, I spread my legs farther apart, waiting for him to decide if that counted as me telling him to…prepare…me…damn…I can't even think it without blushing! Hmph! Annoying…
A dark smile slowly crossed his face as his eyes traveled down to what he probably saw as an offering. I gulped as I recognized the lust swirling in his eyes renew to a greater intensity. A predator sizing his prey. And liking what he sees. I involuntary shiver (from the cold!) as his eyes return to my burning face.
"Am I to understand this is a case where actions speak louder than words, Ichigo?" Again, my name leaves those lips, stirring a deep fire within me. A hot weight takes my breath away.
A nod of my head is his answer.
"Thus, meaning that, as the inexperienced virgin," he says, putting slight emphasis on the word virgin again. Fucking stop that! A sadistic gleam streaks through his eyes as he sees my scowl deepen and my eyebrows crinkle in annoyance. "You will stop questioning your Master?"
"I guess…" was the grumble I replied with. Hell no! Unless you're right. Which will never happen, trust me on that!
"Well done, Pet," he praises in that 'Mightier-than thou' tone. "You are finally beginning to understand."
I decided it would be best not to respond to that. Somehow kicking him the balls felt like a bad idea with my current…situation. But I will get him! My revenge shall ninja his ass! You can bet on it!
"One a side note," he says as his eyes wander over my body yet again (I would've told him a picture lasts longer if I didn't think he might agree and go find a camera). "I do rather…appreciate…my prize for 'winning.'" Rich brown eyes linger on dark amber ones. "And I find myself quite fascinated with the naivety you show regarding the inadvertent pull you have upon others."
My eyebrow rose in response and he let out a slight huff of air (perhaps an actual laugh instead of a smug chuckle! The world is ending surely!).
"I refer to those lips, pink with abuse. The glistening tears of pleasure that follow to the black silk of my bed, framing your skin perfectly and contrasting nicely with that lovely hair of yours," he brushes bright orange hair away from my face as I just stared at him unbelievably. Is he calling me…hot? "As well as that delectable little pout you always seem to be wearing."
"Pout! This is a scowl!" was the first thing I blurted out and of course he ignores me…
"I would like to also mention the fact that you just spread yourself completely open upon my bed." His eyes drifted between my legs and my member twitched with need. Damn…I can't last much longer… "I also delight in discovering that your hair color is natural." He deliberately avoided my throbbing arousal as he played with the darker orange curls nestled around it.
My legs trembled with the need to close them and the bastard seemed to notice.
"Tsk tsk, My Pet," he said with warning. "I shall take the closing of your legs as a retracting of your action of substituting words. And I will not give you a second chance."
What the fuck does that mea-…Ohh…You know what? I really hate you. "You're evil," I muttered.
The corner of his mouth twitched up in amusement. "I am well aware of that."
I worried at my lower lip in annoyance. Of course you're well aware of the fact you are an evil evil EVIL bastard! And your hotness will never make me forget that…it'll just distract me sometimes…but not forget!
"That tiny habit of nibbling on your lip is also adorable." I scowled up at him and forced myself to stop biting my lip. That tiny habit of annoying the hell outta me is so not adorable, I fumed mentally. And I'm a guy so quit it with the 'adorable' shit!
"It would have given me great satisfaction to hear you beg," he said with a look in his eyes that I wasn't sure if I hated or liked just a little too much. "However, I happen to be a patient man." LIAR. No way in hell are you a patient man! Well…maybe you are kinda patient…sometimes…but whatever! Everything you say annoys me! Gah! And why the hell am I focusing on that part of that statement! Damnit! What about the, I don't know, BEGGING part! I would never! No way! NO! Definitely not! Unless you wa-NO! Stop it, idiot mind!
And with that inner war distracting me, Aizen, being the utter bastard he was, decided to strike. The only warning I had was the hand that was holding my leg tense and then I was suddenly sliding towards him as his mouth slammed into mine. In my surprise, his tongue quickly teased past my lips to dive into my mouth. His enticing flavor poured into my senses and I took a tentative lick at his tongue, trying to catch more of that taste. And, believe it or not, I actually think I heard a soft moan from the man above me, which made my eyes flutter open curiously. Through a haze I saw what was probably a sight few, if any, had ever laid their eyes on.
Aizen's eyes were as unfocused as mine and full of unadulterated lust and a dark desire. But what really got me was how soft his face looked. There was nothing smug or condescending as he kissed me. And he didn't look evil at all. He looked…human. And hot as fuck, I might add.
For that one second I was able to see an Aizen not fully in control and then harsh fingers brought me back as they yanked my hair to deepen the kiss. My eyes clenched shut from the slight pain as my erection twitched from the weird sensation brought on by the aggressive action.
I was about to lick at that sweet invader again when he abruptly sucked my tongue into the wet heat of his mouth, swallowing the moan that I could not restrain. That taste that was pure Aizen exploded across my taste buds and the soft nibbling on my tongue was eliciting mewls that I could no longer contain. Aizen was undoing me so quickly my head was spinning. Was I just going to let this man dominate me so absolutely?
God help me, I was. And worse yet, I was enjoying it. Drowning in him. Craving him.
When that first finger re-entered I flinched slightly. But instead of pulling away I clung to him. My fists released the unkempt sheets and I desperately grabbed for him. Wrapped my arms around him, happy for the distraction the kiss was providing. And I did the first thing I wanted to do since I saw this man. I twisted my fingers through his hair and delighted in knowing that I caused chaos to something that was before so perfect. It was surprisingly softer than I thought it would be.
He finally broke the kiss and went to attack my neck, sucking, biting and licking on a spot just behind my ear that drove me to near insanity. I buried my face into his neck, breathing in the scent of sandalwood and cinnamon as another finger was added. Scissoring was a new addition to the slow rhythmic in and out motion of his fingers and my breathing hitched with the stretch.
"D-damnit," I cursed as my face burrowed deeper into his neck.
"It will be unpleasant if you do not relax, Ichigo," rough velvet whispered in my ear.
I took a deep shuddering breath, drawing in more of that fascinating scent. "Trying," was my growled out response. Damn. I forced myself to relax slightly and just distracted myself with his scent and the feel of the shoulders my fingers were clutching.
I was almost used to the feeling when a third finger joined in. A growl of annoyance was about to leave my lips when that finger pressed down on a spot that had amazing electricity lancing through me and caused my wilting erection to spring back to life. I arched against him and cried out with the surprising pleasure that made black dots dance across my vision.
"H-holy shit" I gasped out. My mind distantly remembered the lecture during class about prostates, but I had no fucking idea it felt like that. Text books don't give it justice at all.
"Found it" he said in amusement, curling his fingers and pressing on that fucktastic button with a smirk.
"Ah!" I moaned into his neck with abandon, spreading my legs with the unconscious need to make him go deeper. Instead, to my immense frustration, his fingers left completely. A whine (that I'll later deny) escaped me from the feeling of loss.
"Worry not, my Pet," he said with a chuckle as he sat back up to unzip his pants and bring out his sizeable erection. "You will not be empty for long."
My eyes widened at the size and how it was so not as small as his fingers. How the fuck is that supposed to fit in there. He squeezed lube from a small bottle on his hand and began covering himself, frowning slightly as the probably cold lube touched his arousal. When he finished he threw the bottle of lube that had magically appeared (seriously does he keep it in his pocket or something?) over the side of the bed.
A shudder danced along my skin as the head of his member was directed to my stretched entrance, my nerves warring with the anticipation of that searing pleasure returning.
He pressed passed the ring of muscle and I took a sharp intake of air as his shaft slowly impaled me until he was fully seated with a look of pure satisfaction on his face. Bastard. It's not like he had a giant dick in his ass or anything, unlike some people!
I clenched my eyes shut to block out the pain, but that only seemed to make me focus on it more. "H-hurts…" I mumbled. Fuck! I fisted the sheets tightly. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! Stings like a son of a bitch!
I felt Aizen lean down and gently (and uncharacteristically) kissed a tear clinging to my eyelash. "I believe I told you to relax, my dear boy" he whispers in a voice heavy with lust and need, licking away a fleeing tear as my eye opened to meet his. "And breathe."
Then, he started moving. Slow thrusts at first and I decided that listening to him was a good idea (for now), so I tried to relax, relearning how to breath. The hand massaging my side in soothing motions definitely helped. My arms reattached themselves to him as he began to nibble at my collar bone and I found myself back to his neck, breathing in his intoxicating aroma.
A sudden deep thrust found that bundle of nerves that I recently discovered I loved.
"A-Ah! Th-there!" I moaned, lost in pleasure as another thrust hit my prostate with perfect precision. I didn't even realize when I wrapped my legs around him and dug my heels into his back, trying to get him to hit that spot harder, faster. He probably did though.
I met his thrusts with powerful ones of my own as I felt my release closing in on me, moaning louder when Aizen's hand snaked its way to my bordering painful erection and began to pump his hand to the rhythm of his thrusts.
"Nnng! Oh God! I-I'm gonna-!" I cried out, as I felt my balls tighten and then the dastardly hand that was giving me such delicious friction wrapped around the base of my length, denying my release. I gave a frustrated whine and glared at the man responsible for the hand's actions and saw him smirk while a bead of sweat dripped along the side of his face, trailing his jaw.
"I do not believe my title is 'God'. Though, I do enjoy the compliment," he said with obvious amusement and slightly labored breathing. "However, that does not mean you can cum without your Master, Ichigo."
Then the sadistic bastard continued his thrusts with a quicker pace, nearing his own release. Every time he slammed against my prostate I let out a moan, damning the hand that was firmly wrapped around my erection.
Apparently I have telepathy or something, because as I willed it to move it slowly started pumping my length again, and I finally climax to the soft whisper of "Come for me, Ichigo," the warm cream landing on my chest and his hand.
Not a second later I heard a groan as Aizen's orgasm filled me further and I shivered as the liquid pushed slightly on my prostate. I watched with hooded eyes as he pulled out of me, grimacing at the weird feeling of liquid slowly trickling out and making a cold trail down my inner thigh.
I was officially sore and extremely tired as the after-sex-euphoria began to wear off and my eyes were closing of their own accord.
"You cannot be thinking of going to sleep on my bed in such a state," I heard rather than saw the slightly amused tone that was probably accompanied with his usual smirk of superior awesome-ness.
"Hn" was my tired reply as I stifled a yawn. I was so not getting up, dude. An amused snort followed that elegant reply.
"Very well then," he sighed, sounding like he was yielding to a child. I felt hands around my shoulders and legs as Aizen picked me up bridle style. And I was too tired to be indignant about it (and think rationally) so I nuzzled my face against his chest and gave another unintelligible reply.
"I will indulge you this once, my Pet," he said as he began walking in the direction of the bathroom. "Now, sleep."
The last thought that crossed my mind before unconsciousness dragged me away was that it wasn't quite so bad falling asleep to Aizen Sousuke's soft heart beats.
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