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Tales of a Broken Society	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 41133 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Our Sweet Lover

Fandom: Bleach

Pairing: Aizen/Gin/Ichigo

Requested by: nosyrosie16

Word count: 3,074

AN: You see that word count right there? That was hand written. In tiny hand writing. And I’m talking tiny. Like size 10 font handwriting people. Over 4 pages.
How the fuck did that happen?

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Lounging on the bed in the room that he had called his own for nearly six months, Ichigo watched Gin as the man dug around in his closet. He had stated that they were going to do something to help Aizen relax after another long meeting with Yamamoto to go over the new requests. Mayuri was driving them all up the proverbial wall with his repeated requests to study, up close and personal, one of Aizen’s Arrancars. Preferably an Espada.
Aizen’s response was that Yamamoto give Szayel one of his shinigami for any experimentation that he wanted to do. The request had been shut down by both sides.
“What exactly are we doing?” Ichigo asked as he popped a piece of popcorn into his mouth. Gin stood up straight with a pair of pants that the younger male knew were a bitch to get up over his hips, much less off.
“We are going to seduce Aizen-taicho,” Gin chirped happily as he snapped the pants and eyed them. Ichigo dropped the popcorn in his hand back into the bowl.
“I don’t know how to seduce a person. Hell, when you decided I needed to get laid, you gave me sake, got me loose and screwed me into the bed,” Ichigo protested as he sat up on his knees. Gin smirked at the memory of how they had gotten together that first time.
Ichigo had been drunk, barely on the edge of buzzed, and loose, willing to go with the flow of things. The sounds he had made had been sweet, the sounds he had made the second night they had gotten together had been even sweeter. They weren’t seriously, not while things were still so unstable at the moment, but it was close enough for them.
“You don’t have to do anything but be your blushing, arousing self,” Gin purred as he walked over to the kneeling male and gripped his hips, pulling Ichigo over so that he was sitting on the edge, Gin standing between his legs. Cupping the firm jaw, he tipped his friend’s head back and lowered his own to steal a teasing kiss.
Ichigo sighed and wrapped his arms around his companion’s waist as he responded to the kiss, tongue coming out to meet Gin’s, tasting with a barely there touch before it was chased back into his mouth. He clenched at the cloth under his hands as lust lazily swirled through him.
“Come on, sweet Ichigo, trust me in this,” Gin chuckled, licking his lips as he pulled away from the kiss.
“Fine, but not those pants, Gin,” Ichigo sighed, licking his own lips and tasting Gin still there. “They’re a bitch to get on and off and you know it.”
“Deal,” Gin chirped, leaving Ichigo to roll his eyes and go back to eating his popcorn as the other man continued to dig around in his closet. That night at dinner found Ichigo clad in a pair of dove gray jeans that lovingly cupped his hips, ass and groin before falling into a boot cut, and a white shirt with blood red weaving around the neck, wrists and around the bottom hem.
Aizen, Gin and a few of the Arrancar couldn’t stop themselves from stealing looks at Ichigo’s ass whenever he stood to get a new drink, or some new food from the buffet like table. He was rather oblivious to it all as he ate in small batches of food. He knew from previous experiences that spreading out a large meal would help him keep up his energy for a longer time.
Gin just smirked as he watched Ichigo eat desert, having gone for pieces of fruit that had been dipped in dark chocolate. Aizen was watching from the corner of his eye as Ichigo sat back in his chair and slowly ate his dessert.
The Arrancar filtered out, not wanting to know what the creepy fox like shinigami had in mind by dressing Ichigo up in such a way. Gin just smirked and stood up, walking around the table and coming around to stand next to his friend. Bending over once the younger man had looked up, the sly male stole a slow kiss, making Ichigo moan in surprise as Gin’s tongue snaked in and remapping the sweetened mouth. Ichigo responded to the kiss, his own tongue sliding against the slick muscle.
Aizen shifted at the soft mewl that escaped from their young guest, wondering why the two were so willing to indulge in a kiss in front of him. They weren’t big on public displays, but here they were, making out before him.
Aizen cocked an eyebrow as Gin planted Ichigo onto the table and stepped between long legs. Ichigo’s hands were tugging at clothing, finding an opening to slide under them to tease sensitive skin. The sight made him shift in his seat as his length took interest in the sight before him.
Gin pulled away from the kiss, Ichigo whining and leaning forward to tease a bit of the pale neck before him. “Isn’t he so pretty, Aizen-taicho?” he purred, cupping the back of Ichigo’s head, his other hand sliding under his shirt, splaying his fingers over lightly tanned skin. “He won’t say no to you touching him, Aizen-taicho. After all, you work so hard, dealing with Yamamoto and them so often.”
Aizne chuckled lowly and stood up, Ichgio looking at him with lust blown eyes as he pulled away from Gin’s neck. “Is that true, Ichigo-chan? Would you welcome my touch?” he asked. Ichigo hummed and leant into the hand that reached out to cup his cheek, giving his answer in the move. Smirking, the man leant over, Gin moving slightly to the side, and took his own kiss from the very willing male.
“We should move to your room, Aizen-taicho. You have the better bed after all,” Gin husked, eyes barely opening and gazing at the two men before him. He was right: they were gorgeous together. Ichigo was moaning and clingin to Aizen as the man tasted and teased.
“We should,” Aizen hummed as he broke the kiss. He stroked his fingers over Ichigo’s kiss swollen lips as he turned to look at Gin. “Do I get to play with you to?” he asked, eyes glowing with lust for the two men before him. Ichigo moaned at the thought of the two men together, doing things to each other, knowing without a doubt that it would be a pretty sight.
Gin chuckled. “I think he likes that idea. I have to say that I like that idea myself.” He smirked. “To your room, Aizen-taicho,” he demanded. Aizen smirked at him and hauled Ichigo up into his arms, the younger male wrapping his arms around Aizen’s neck and waist. They were quick to run to Aizen’s room, the door slamming shut behind them as Aizen tossed Ichigo onto the bed. He grabbed Gin around his waist, dragging him close as Ichigo sat up, eyes wide and panting in desire, watching as his two partners came together in a heated kiss.
Aizne tugged at Gin’s hair, pulling his head back to get better access to Gin’s mouth, dominating the kiss. Ichigo moaned as the men tugged and removed each other’s clothes, shoving them to the floor.
“Damn,” Ichigo moaned, watching as Aizen stroked his knowing hands down Gin’s spine. Two pairs of lust blow eyes turned to him, making him flush in need and embarrassment.
“I think our dear partner needs some attention,” Aizen chuckled and pulled away from Gin to strut over to the bed. He smirked as Ichigo ran his eyes over his body, landing on his erect length.
“Ah, he has a wonderful cock, doesn’t he?” Gin asked, chuckling lowly as he came over to the bed, sliding up behind Ichigo. His hands busied themselves by lifting Ichigo’s shirt up and off of his body, tossing it aside with a smile. “He knows how to use it to make you scream and beg for more to.”
Ichigo shuddered with the words, leaning back into the solid body behind him. Aizen was standing before them, stroking his length slowly as he watched long legs spread, Ichigo still kneeling on the bed and Gin’s hands working on slowly opening the gray jeans. Once they were opened, the long fingered hand dipped down to tease the hard length he found, making the younger male moan and brown eyes flutter shut as he was stroked slowly.
“Now that is a pretty, pretty sight,” Aizen growled. Ichigo was rolling up into Gin’s hand when he pulled his length out, his own hands holding onto Gin’s arms in a tight grip. Walking forward, Aizen reached out and ran a finger over full lips, Ichigo sucking it into his mouth and lathing it with his tongue. “I believe I know what I wish to feel first if our dear Ichigo is willing,” he chuckled, voice heavy with his lust.
“He is a quick study for things that he enjoys or thinks important,” Gin chuckled, licking a stripe up the side of Ichigo’s neck as the lean body rubbed and shifted against his own. “And he does enjoy having a thick dick in his mouth. I think I’ve ruined him for any woman that may want him.”
“Like I almost did with you?” Aizen purred, leering at Gin as he removed his finger, getting a whine of complaint. “Let us remove the last of his clothes. It is far from fair that he has been allowed to keep his pants after all.”
“Yes, Aizen-taicho,” was the rolling purr as Gin gave the cock in his hand one last stroke before letting go and urging Ichigo to stand. Aizen pulled the red head into his body and sealed their lips together as Gin worked the pants down long legs.
“Better,” Aizen hummed as he broke the kiss and stroked a thumb over one flushed cheek. Gin pressed up against Ichigo’s back, his hands reaching down to cup the sweet ass, fingers brushing against the twitching entrance.
“He’s so very ready for us,” Gin chuckled as he barely dipped his finger past the muscled ring. “Then again, it may be because I teased him earlier,” he mused as he continued to slide his finger into the slick heat.
“So naughty, Gin, leaving him wanting,” Aizen chuckled as Ichigo pressed his hips back into the finger, moaning at the of pleasure of it. “Has he ever taken more than just your fingers and cock?” he asked as a hand crept around and one of his fingers slipped in next to Gin’s.
Ichigo gasped lowly at the feeling, body twitching. Both men had calluses from their constant handling of their zanpactou’s but Aizen’s were slightly thicker than Gin’s thinner ones and felt different to a point. “Guys,” he whined, clinging to Aizen’s arms, eyes glazed as he tried to shove his hips back.
“Shh, don’t worry, Ichigo, we’re gonna give you what you need,” Gin cooed lowly as they worked their fingers in and out of the grasping body. “Do you remember when I fucked you and I had that toy opening you up alongside my cock?” he asked. Ichigo moaned as he remembered that night, eyes turning to look over his shoulder. He could well remember how Gin had turned him into a moaning puddle of need and lust before opening him up with a toy and fingers, taking him as the toy had stayed in him.
“Tonight, you’ll get to feel that with a real, thrusting cock,” Gin purred, Ichigo’s eyes widening as he shuddered hard. A long fingered hand tangled in his hair as the finger in him left his body. “For now,” his silver lover said, tugging on the locks, “show Aizen-taicho how good you are with your mouth.”

“I believe that I will lay on the bed. If he’s any good, it will be a good idea to be lying back instead of standing. This will also allow you to open him up for us,” Aizen stated, tapping the underside of Ichigo’s chin with a finger before laying out on the bed. His prick stood proud, twitching as he watched Ichigo crawled over to him, eyes locked on the hard length before him.
Coming to kneel before Aizen, Ichigo reached out and curled his fingers around the base, lowering his head and taking the tip of it into his mouth. They both moaned, Aizen at the wet heat, Ichigo at the taste that slid over his taste buds. Gin chuckled lowly as he came to sit behind his companion, fingers slick with a special oil that he would pulled out when they planned to play rough. Or in this case, when Ichigo was going to be stretched open by two well endowed cocks.
As Ichigo worked his mouth, teeth and tongue over Aizen’s length, making him growl and bury his hands into soft locks, Gin slipped two fingers into him, pressed a kiss to one cheek when he got a low moan. Continuing to work them in and out, he was soon easily able to add a third finger into the tight body.
“Gonna slide in a toy now, Ichi,” Gin warned as he pulled his fingers free. As Ichigo pulled his mouth off of Aizen’s length, Gin slipped the dildo into the entrance that winked at him. The sweet moan and arching hips pressing back to take in more pulled out a moan.
“Continue with my length, sweet one, so Gin-kun can continue to open you up for us,” Aizen said, voice a rolling purr. Ichigo groaned and turned his focus back to the cock before him. He had to admit that feeling the thick cock slide over his tongue and down his throat was perfect to him. The rich scent of the other man surrounding him made him fall into a pleasured haze, barely feeling when Gin introduced a finger in alongside with the toy. He just pressed back and gazed up at Aizen through his lashes, the other man watching him with dark, desire shining eyes.
“Such a good boy, Ichi-chan,” Gin cooed as he worked a second finger into the stretching ring of muscle. Slowly spreading them, he made sure to tweak the toy, a keen escaping Ichigo as Aizen groaned at the vibrations around his length.
“I do suggest you hurry, Gin,” Aizen ground out, amazed at how good Ichigo was with his mouth. “You’ve been teaching him your damnable tricks,” he moaned, head thudding against the head board.
“Just a few,” Gin admitted as he slipped a third finger into Ichigo. “He’s almost ready, Aizen-taicho,” he promised, continuing to tease open the entrance before him. Finally pulling his fingers and toy out of Ichigo, he grabbed the oil jar and shook it with a lust filled look to Aizen as he used some of the oil to slick his cock.
“Finally,” Aizen grunted. He was ruffled and flushed, his chest heaving as his eyes flashed with his need. Ichigo and Gin both moaned at the looks that they were getting, the younger of the two crawling into Aizen’s lap and taking a deep, need filled kiss. Gin growled and pressed him between their bodies, his cock finding the stretched ring of muscles and sliding inwards easily. Ichigo moaned softly, body twitching around him as he was shifted forward and Aizen’s prick was placed at his already filled entrance.
“In me, damn it,” Ichigo snarled, eyes flashing as he tried to press down and take Aizen’s cock into him. With a smirk shared between the two men, Gin and Aizen pushed him down to take both lengths into him fully, getting a choked off keen from him as he twitched. Ichigo’s body was burning with the stretch of the two lengths in him, pulling low moans from him as he slowly relaxed around them, eyes sliding shut as he rested his head on Gin’s shoulder.
As they waited, Aizen leant forward and sealed his lips over Gin’s in a breath stealing kiss as their hands roamed over whatever skin they could reach. The hips twitching and soft sounds of need pulled them away from their kiss to look at Ichigo, finding him watching them with a smile on his lips.
“Ready for us to move?” Aizen asked as he swiped his hands down over slim ribs. The roll of Ichigo’s hips prompted them to start moving, taking turns in pulling out and sliding back in as he moved with them. His hips would push back into Gin’s thrusts before rocking forward to meet Aizen’s, the friction and pleasure forcing more sounds out of him, his skin flushed and slicked with sweat.
When Gin started to stroke his hardness in time with their movements and Aizen’s cupped his balls, it was the beginning of the end for him. The coil started to tighten with each thrust and stroke to his body, spreading heat outwards as he came closer to the edge of his climax. With a swipe of Gin’s thumb, Ichigo screamed his pleasure and came over the other man’s hands as his body tightened around them, twitching and jerking.
Aizen growled and bit at Ichigo’s neck, his hands coming down to clamp onto Ichigo’s thighs, hips working upwards as he came, cock twitching. Gin groaned into the back of the sweat covered neck before him as he added his own cum to the slick entrance. Slowly they came down from their highs, Ichigo limp against Aizen’s chest and panting heavily. The two me gently pulled out, their younger lover mewling and shifting as their cum slipped out of his body in a sticky slide.
“We should clean him up and soak in my tub,” Gin said as he slicked his fingers with a bit of their combined seed, licking it off with a small smirk.
“We should,” Aizen replied as Ichigo slowly came to, blinking sleepily up at them with a lazy smile, not completely there. “Our dear Ichigo does deserve to be spoiled silly for helping you get me to relax.”
“Indeed he does,” Gin chuckled as they stood up from the bed, Aizen holding Ichigo as the younger male stretched.
“Spoil me because I’m sore now, damn it, and it’s both of yours fault,” he grumped good naturedly, sounding happy about the fact and getting low laughs for it.
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