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- 1-Overtime
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Although Ichigo promised himself that he was so over blind dates, he
couldn't resist the latest one his best bud Rukia was
dangling before his eyes: a certain Mr. S.

Being completely clueless
about who your date would turn out to be is one thing, but having a letter to
work with adds an irresistible touch of mystery, and Ichigo
found himself grudgingly agreeing to meet the mystery man that evening for
drinks. But was S the first letter of his name? Was he a doctor? A lawyer perhaps? Ichigo was half
sure that S simply stood for Suffering, as the three previous Rukia-sponsored blind dates have been.

Ichigo clicked open his computer's
message box and typed a note.

Message to Rukia: Any other clues? Could he be a �Snag� or probably a �Suicidal�
person?

Buzz!

Message from Rukia: I think he's a dickhead, but that should be a good thing, right? Ichigo, I told you, I don't know him either (invisible
smirk on Rukia's lips), and he's just highly
recommended by Renji.

He burst out laughing as
his boss, Aizen-san; a cranky, 27-year-old senior
accountant stepped out of his office. He stopped momentarily at the door and
glared at Ichigo, before walking off in a huff to
bark a flurry of orders to his three secretaries at the office.

Nothing refreshing, Ichigo thought. The day Aizen-san
actually bares his teeth in a smile and not in a deep, frothy growl will be the
day Ichigo will actually believe in modern-day
miracles. Nanao, the company president's long-time
assistant, insisted that before the little bitch-ahem-his ex-girlfriend
of 7 months dumped him four years ago, Aizen-san
actually sported a sunny disposition. But the memory of a bubbly Aizen was hazy and whenever Nanao
would bring it up in defense of him, all of the other secretaries would snort,
groan and start filing their nails.

Ichigo's face turned deep red.

�Busted
again!
Better get back those figures now before his boss fires him for
Laughing-Like-Madman-During-Office-Hours. Certainly those were grounds for termination in Aizen's book.� Ichigo
thought, rolling his eyes. At the same instant, Aizen-san
chose to make an abrupt turn to head back to his desk.

"Kurosaki-san,
the Arrancar account. On my desk.
By nine tonight." He lingered a bit longer, as if
the urge to ask what was so funny was tormenting his inner being. But the
stiffness of his face prevailed, and he retreated, tight-lipped back into his
office.

Message to Rukia: #&m
$#!!! Monster Megane Aizen
strikes again! Have to finish a cargo plane-load of paper by tonight! What will
happen to Seductive S?

Half an hour later, as Ichigo was waist-deep in spreadsheets and fax
transmissions. And so it was just like any other day as he, Kurosaki Ichigo, was working like a slave in the office. Sure, the
job pays the rent, clothes him and feeds him, not to mention being able to save
some of the pay in the bank, it was all worth it. Ichigo
didn�t hate doing overtime as much as he did now, honestly, what he hated the
most was doing unexpected overtimes which always landed on days like today. And
much to his displeasure, it was days like these, when he wished that he could
just waltz in his boss� office and with all pride and dignity, and announce his
deepest regret for having to leave the company because his boss was an ass who
had a 3-meter pole shoved up his butt.

�Nope, that would still
be too nice�� Ichigo thought irritably.

Buzz!

Message from Rukia: Hey, Renji says �S� will wait
for you at the bar, don't be too late!

A dark cloud settled over Ichigo's head.

�Stupid Boss with No Life
seemed to be dead-set on zapping out all the entries in my social calendar just
because he practically lived in his office.� Ichigo
muttered under his breath.

He suspected that he might
have already installed a bed and shower in there somewhere because he never
seemed to leave it, and today, he was almost sure he had a mini-kitchen in
there as well.

Message to Rukia: Remind me to resign ASAP! I can't believe I've worked for him for
three whole years�it's no surprise I haven't even gotten laid in my entire 25
years of existence!!! What a dickhead! And remind me to strangle Renji for introducing me to Byakuya-sempai�s
associate. Because of him I might die a virgin!

Another dark cloud settled
over Ichigo�s head as he remembered how he got his
job at Seireitei Associations in the first place.

It was Renji
who got him in the company, or to be precise, it was his boss, who happened to
be Rukia�s brother, Kuchiki
Byakuya, who also happened to be their sempai in
college recommended him to his associate who was at that time looking for a
replacement for their retiree.

But don�t get Ichigo wrong, oh no, no, no� Ichigo
didn�t land on the job just because of the connections. That was just a part of
it. As you can see, Ichigo was one of the prides of
the college he went to along with Renji. They had
high grades and both passed the board exams with flying colors, not to mention
being top notches. And so the question pops up, how come he didn�t get to work
in Byakuya�s company? Well, it just so happened that
after graduation, his father presented him a round-trip plane ticket for a
European tour as a graduation present. And that is why he wasn�t able to grab
the position along with Renji in Kuchiki
Inc.

Message from Rukia: Hey, Ichigo don�t forget to tell me all
the juicy details if ever you get laid! And if you can, a video of you getting
screwed would be highly appreciated� (Invisible �yaoi-fangirl�
twinkle in Rukia�s eyes.)

Message to Rukia: Yeah, yeah whatever�

Ichigo blushed beet red as major sweatdrops formed on his head when he realized what Rukia had just said in her message.

�Damn that woman and
her perverted yaoi-fangirl mentality!� Ichigo thought as he cautiously looked around to check if
Monster-Megane Aizen was
lurking around as he quickly typed a follow-up message.

Message to Rukia: You can just dream about the video because that isn�t gonna happen.

Message from Rukia: So that means you�re not leaving me out on the hot, juicy, steamy
details? Yatta!

Ichigo�s eyes almost popped out of its
socket as he resisted the urge to bang his head on the computer monitor.

Message to Rukia: Just shut up and go back to work!

At promptly five in the
afternoon, the office secretaries and other staff began packing up for the day,
chattering energetically as they gathered their bags and shut down their
computers. The too-lively conversation about the prices of salmon and eel and
what Ayumi Hamasaki and
Home Made Kazoku album was currently on the racks in
the malls was giving Ichigo a headache. He tried to
shut off the noise, but a migraine was creeping in, making it harder for him to
concentrate. He had a long way to go, and as he watched the minutes tick away
on the large wall clock, he felt his dislike for Monster-Megane
Aizen turn into pure, unadulterated hate.

The rest of the world had
a social life but he, Kurosaki Ichigo, junior
accountant and the unfortunate underling of a monster did not.

Rukia strolled up his desk, hauling a
large file case plus a lunch bag, looking sympathetic.

"Don't work too hard,
okay?" Rukia said. "And don't make S wait
too long, although if he's any self- respecting man, he has every right to
leave the place after say, two hours of waiting." Rukia
smiled, tapped Ichigo on the shoulder, and left.

And the clock ticked on.

6:30.

6:45.

7:15.

7:55.

8:10.

8:45.

And Ichigo
went from desperate to panicky, to resigned and bitter, to half-demented with
hate for his boss who showed no signs of emerging from his office. Ichigo had tossed his coat over his shoulder as one side of
his white long-sleeved shirt had come un-tucked. His orange hair was slightly
disheveled. All traces of hope that S might still be at Vaizard�s
had left him. As he neared completion of his assignment, he swore venomously
that by 9 p.m. sharp he would burst into Aizen's
office and slap him silly with the Arrancar file and
accompany it with a flying kick and a sweet kick ass resignation speech.

9:10.

Ichigo gathered ten thick folders in a
tight embrace, with some of his fingers of his left hand clutching the handle
of his briefcase and marched to Aizen's office. He
stopped at the door and made a mental run-through of his speech for Aizen-san that as of today, the abuse will stop: no more
dumping of last minute assignment's or it's sayonara to the company. Ichigo nodded to himself. Yes, he would tell him that. And
no amount of his personal troubles can move him to stay with the company. He
was no longer willing to put up with beings merely pretending to be human.

Ichigo knocked on the door as he tried to
balance the files in his arms.

"Ichi?" The voice on the other side of the door called out.

�Ichi?! The nerve of
this sub-human non-life form!� Ichigo thought menacingly as he
managed to grunt, "Yes."

"Um, come on
in."

"I can't open the
door. No free hands. Help." He rolled his
eyeballs again just as the door swung open.

Ichigo gasped as his eyes were glued to
the man in front of him. The sub-human was dressed in a cute-looking work
shirt. �I must be running a fever from all that work. No�This guy in front
of me can�t be him. He looks totally different from Monster-Megane.�

True. The man in front of
him had the most beautiful angled eyes he had ever seen. His hair brushed back
making him look so sexy. It was like the man in front of him was a walking,
talking sex-on-legs for crying out loud!

Ichigo, wide-eyed and confused, resisted
the urge to demand; however, randomly flying in his thoughts was "Who
are you? What have you done to the Monster? Where did you get your shirt? What's
your cologne?"

The man before him spoke
first, "You look...harassed."

"Nine p.m. Here. Files." Reduced to monosyllabic grunting, Ichigo became suddenly and painfully aware that he looked
like shit. And the man in front of him looked quite nice. And he smelled nice
too.

�There must be really a
shower inside.� Ichigo thought.

He scanned the
room�amazingly neat�the folders all aligned� the shades drawn�mood lighting,
hmm, nice�flowers on the table?! His eyes rested on a bouquet of red and orange
tulips resting on the table. The man who was in his boss� office quickly walked
over to the flowers, took them, and gracefully handed them to him.

�For
you.� Aizen said with a smile.

Ichigo dropped the folders he carried,
and looking more confused than ever, stared back to him.

"Oh my God," he
muttered weakly. "Who are you? Where is Aizen-san?
What is your name? What is that fabulous scent?"

"Me?" He began
to mirror Ichigo's confused face. He spoke
hesitantly. "My name? Seriously Ichigo, you couldn�t have possibly forgotten the name of
your boss now would you? But just for the sake of answering your question, it�s
Aizen Sousuke. And it�s Bulgari for men."

Aizen�s voice was warm syrup, sending
delicate shivers up Ichigo�s spine, and it was then
when realization hit him like a wrecking ball to the head�S is for Sousuke!!!� Ichigo remembered
little else as he moved towards him as he stood like a brass statue. He sniffed
his collar, closed his eyes and let his nose travel towards his neck, rested
his face on the tender skin just below his ear.

�You look good without
your glasses.� Ichigo commented.

�I only use them when I�m
in front of the computer and thank you.� Aizen
replied.

Aizen put a large, warm hand on the
small of his back, and began massaging the small of his back. Ichigo brushed his cheek with his and smelled a hint of
mint in his mouth. Aizen cupped Ichigo�s
cheek in his hand and pressed his lips against his subordinate. The simple
kiss, the mere pressing of their lips morphed into a full make-out session. As
their lungs screamed for air as Aizen broke the kiss,
leaving them both breathless.

�Let�s get out of here.� Aizen said as he quickly picked up the folders lying on the
ground then discarding them on his desk. After which he grabbed his suitcase
along with his car keys as he took Ichigo�s hand and
quickly led them to the elevator. In the elevator, they continued kissing each
other until they reached the parking lot.

�Where are we going?� Ichigo asked as Aizen ushered him
inside his black Ferrari.

�My
place.� Aizen answered him as he sat in the driver�s seat and
revved up the engine ad drove out of the almost deserted parking lot. He,
however, did not miss the scarlet blush staining his soon to be lover�s soft
cheeks.

The two arrived at Aizen�s flat within 10 minutes. Yet those 10 minutes were
excruciating considering both of them were two healthy men with hormones
burning for each other.

Once the two had gotten
out of the car, Aizen quickly grabbed Ichigo by the wrist and gently tugged him in the elevator
and in to his flat.

When the door to his condo
was shut and locked the two were all over each other once more. They moved
around haphazardly as Aizen led him to his bedroom
and gently pushed Ichigo onto the bed. The room was
dimly lit with the bedside table lamps creating a gentle glow in Ichigo�s skin.

�Do you want this Ichigo? Because once we start, there�s no turning back.� Aizen said as he let his fingers gently run down, from Ichigo�s cheek, neck and to small exposed patch of skin of
his chest making Ichigo�s mind go haywire.

�If this is just for
tonight, then I�d rather not. I don�t want a one night stand and I don�t want
to be someone�s fuck toy either.� Ichigo looked away;
Aizen on the other hand felt his heart swell from Ichigo�s words.

�I don�t want this to be
the only night Ichigo; I want to have you for
eternity.�

�What?� Ichigo�s eyes widened as he looked at Aizen
in the eye.

�What I�m trying to say Ichigo, is that I love you and I want you, I want you to be
mine and mine alone, exclusively.� Was Aizen�s
honest reply.

Ichigo was lost for words as he stared at
the man before him. He could see the honesty in his eyes and felt the
seriousness in his words. He just answered back pulling Aizen
down for sweet kiss.

Their kiss
was like Aizen had imagined. He had always wondered
what Ichigo tasted like, and now he knew. As their
tongues danced, Aizen pushed Ichigo�s
tongue into submission, dominating their kiss as he explored the sinfully sweet
cavern, burning into his mind the taste that was distinctly Ichigo�s;
Ichigo tasted of strawberries and sinful, decadent
chocolate. To Ichigo, Aizen
tasted like peaches, mint and spring.

The two pulled away for
air and latched their lips once again as Aizen began
to unbutton Ichigo�s shirt. He noticed the slight
trembling of Ichigo�s body as he managed to undo the
last button. Aizen broke the kiss once more and
looked at Ichigo whose face flushed.

�Tell me Ichigo, is this your first time?� Aizen
asked as he looked Ichigo in the eye. Ichigo blushed once more.

�Y-yes. This is my first time to sleep
with someone.� Was Ichigo�s honest reply which
shocked Aizen, but nevertheless, the fact that he
would be or technically speaking, is Ichigo�s first,
further excited him making him even more painfully aroused. Aizen
smirked as he swooped down and captured Ichigo�s lips
for a brief passionate kiss.

�If that�s the case, Ichigo, will you allow me to be your first and only one?� Aizen locked eyes with Ichigo as
the boy nodded in consent as Aizen fused his lips on Ichigo�s bruised ones. One of Aizen�s
large hands traveled down the smooth expanse of skin that was currently
exposed. He reached for one of the pink budding nipple and gave non-gentle
tweak making Ichigo gasp. Aizen
took advantage of the opening and plunged his tongue, mapping the sweet cavern,
memorizing and drinking in the sinfully addictive taste of Ichigo�s
mouth.

Aizen pulled away yet again and dipped
his head as kissed and nipped jaw down to his neck leaving screaming red marks
on Ichigo�s beautifully smooth skin. He nibbled on
the juncture of the neck and shoulder, earning him a gasp and delighted purr
from Ichigo who in return clutched his hands tighter
on his shirt, crumpling it. Aizen lifted Ichigo slightly from the bed as he peeled off the navy blue
shirt and laid him back down. Aizen sat back on his
heels admiring the well-toned body of Ichigo.

�Beautiful.� Aizen said, making Ichigo blush
beet red once more.

�No, I�m not.� Ichigo replied turning his head away trying to hide his
blush.

�Yes you are.� Aizen countered as he placed kisses on Ichigo�s
face down to his chest.

Aizen latched his mouth on a dusky
nipple, licking and sucking on it as one of his free hands played with the
other nipple making Ichigo moan and arch his back,
his hands running through Aizen�s soft brown locks. Aizen�s mouth left Ichigo left
nipple and proceeded to give the same treatment to the right as he grinded his
aching arousal against Ichigo�s.

When Aizen
was satisfied with his work, he licked down a sweet trail down Ichigo�s chest to his abdomen. He dipped his tongue in and
out of Ichigo�s navel making the latter shiver and
wriggle. He then got off the bed making Ichigo look
at him. Aizen just smirked at Ichigo
as he slowly but carefully removed his clothes. Ichigo
watched the scene before him and thought it to be the most seductive he has
ever seen.

If Ichigo�s
body was toned, Aizen was slightly muscular, bigger
than him and it brought Ichigo to a higher level
excitement. Feeling a little bolder, Ichigo got off
the bed as well as he pushed Aizen to sit as he
kneeled down and took off Aizen�s pants for him.

�Please, allow me�� Ichigo said to Aizen, his eyes
glazed with an unknown emotion as he went down on Aizen.
Aizen�s breath hitched as Ichigo�s
hand wrapped itself around Aizen�s warm member,
stroking it in a painfully slow pace.

�Damn, he�s huge�� Ichigo thought as looked at the thick, seven-inch long
member that he was currently stroking.

Ichigo remembered something he saw on the
film Rukia and the rest of her yaoi-fangirl
friends were watching when he accidentally caught them watching it and decided
to give it a try. Ichigo darted his tongue out and
gave the head Aizen�s member a slow lick before he
took him in whole. Aizen�s breath hitched yet again
making Ichigo look up to see him with his head thrown
back. Seeing that it was a good sign, Ichigo became
even bolder even though he had never given head to anyone before he was
determined to give his best and give Aizen the best
blowjob ever.

Ichigo alternately sucked and bobbed his
head up and down Aizen�s cock making sure that it
glistened wet. He licked the salty precum from the
slit of Aizen�s throbbing cock as gave feather like
licks along his length while gently massaging his balls before sucking on the
head making Aizen moan. Never taking his mouth off Aizen�s cock, Ichigo then pushed Aizen down to lie on the bed as he popped his mouth off Aizen�s cock, he then hesitantly tried to do what he saw in
the yaoi porn video that Rukia
and her friends were watching. He lightly ran his tongue over Aizen�s puckered hole then back to continue his
ministrations making Aizen shudder. Aizen never thought that boy in between his legs knew how
to do that; he just had question Ichigo about
it�later. Aizen�s thoughts flew out the window when
he felt Ichigo deep throat him, Aizen
propped himself back up, his left hand supporting his weight while his other
sliding through those silky orange locks.

Aizen�s balls began to tighten but before
he could even regain control of himself, he fell back on his elbows, hands
gripping the smooth black sheets of the bed and gave out a grunt as he spilled
himself in Ichigo�s warm mouth as the latter swallowed
willingly. Ichigo licked Aizen
clean, and then licked his lips, enjoying the slightly sweet musky taste as he
looked back up at his lover.

�I could call him that
now, right?� Ichigo thought.

�I never expected a virgin
like you to know how to do that.� Aizen said, finally
snapping out of the after glow of his orgasm. �No one has ever made me cum
like that.� Aizen thought as he looked at Ichigo who was sitting on the bed, slightly leaning over
him. Ichigo blushed at the comment and told him about
the yaoi porn video that he caught Rukia and her friends watching.

�Ah, I should send her my
thanks then.� Aizen teased making Ichigo
blush once again.

�Pervert.�

�Am I?� Aizen said as he flipped Ichigo
to lie back on the bed as he kissed him fully in the mouth. He could still
taste himself in Ichigo�s mouth. Aizen�s
hands burned a trail down Ichigo�s chest down to his
abdomen. He quickly unbuckled the belt of Ichigo�s
pants and slid down the zipper as he slipped his hand inside Ichigo�s silky boxers and began to pump him making Ichigo moan within their kiss. Aizen
then broke the kiss, removing his hand from Ichigo�s
cock as he proceed to strip the boy of his remaining
clothing. Once he had discarded Ichigo�s pants along
with the boxers, he began to eye his prize with much fervor, appreciating the
beauty that lay before him.

�Are you just going to
stare at me?� Ichigo asked. Aizen
chuckled at his younger lover.

�My, my, someone�s in a
hurry. Don�t worry love, we have all weekend.� Aizen
said with a smirk as he leaned down to capture Ichigo�s
lips in mind blowing kiss.

His ran his hands down Ichigo�s hips and caressed his thighs as he spread them
wider. Aizen continued his ministrations as he leaned
down lower; his face now inches away from Ichigo�s
throbbing cock.

Aizen said placed kisses near the base Ichigo�s fully erect member.

�Aizen��

Aizen placed a finger on Ichigo�s lips.

�Sousuke,
call me by my name. I want to hear you call out my name.� Aizen
said as he continued his torturous ministrations on Ichigo.
�Tell me Ichigo, what do you want?� Aizen said as he licked the tip of Ichigo�s
cock before licking it once again from the base up to the tip making Ichigo arch his hips for more contact. Aizen
pulled away making Ichigo cry in the loss.

"S-Sousuke�please� stop� teasing
me!" Aizen smiled. To see Ichigo
like this, begging for him, was more than he could handle. Kami-sama,
it aroused him more. He dipped his head back and licked Ichigo�s
cock, earning him a loud moan of pleasure from the latter. Aizen
then took in Ichigo�s cock in his mouth and began to
suck him gently at first and adding more pressure to it little by little. Ichigo clutched the sheets as he tried to close his legs
but to no avail, Aizen�s hands were like steel as he
pinned them apart.

Waves of pleasure was
building up inside of Ichigo, he was close to
reaching a highly pleasurable state of nirvana as Aizen
continued to suck him, his head bobbing up and down, his eyes fixed on Ichigo�s very priceless expression. Ichigo
writhed and mewled under Aizen as his hands clenched
the sheets tighter. He moaned and threw his head to the side, and all of a
sudden, he couldn't hold it any much longer, he arched his back and cried as he
came into Aizen�s greedy mouth. Aizen
sucked it all up and licked him clean. Aizen smirked
at the sight before him. Ichigo�s breath came in
small quick gasps, his head thrown aside, his eyes half lidded, his mouth
slightly open and his skin glistening with sweat. Aizen
crept slowly to Ichigo as he placed soft kisses along
Ichigo�s face then fused his lips on onto his with
much fervor. Ichigo gladly returned it with the same
intensity.

�We�re not done yet love,
we haven�t even gotten to the best part yet.� Aizen
whispered in his ear. Ichigo shivered with delight
and anticipation. Aizen then got off the bed to
retrieve the jar of Vaseline from the bathroom and quickly returned to the bed
where his lover was waiting for him. He quickly unscrewed the cap and slicked
three fingers as he set the jar aside.

�I�m going to prepare you
now Ichigo. This is going to feel a bit weird.� Aizen said as his finger teased the puckered hole of Ichigo�s ass before inserting it inside Ichigo�s
tight hole making it slick. Feeling the tightness around his finger made him
even harder and desperate, but he to be patient since he didn�t want to put Ichigo in so much pain. Aizen
then slid his finger in and out before adding a second finger as he began to
stretch Ichigo�s tight entrance. Ichigo
cried as his hips bucked at the intrusion, Aizen
gently soothed his discomfort by whispering sweet nothings into his ear before
finally finding that sweet spot making Ichigo cry out
in pleasure.

�Sousuke,
please�please do that again.� Ichigo moaned. Aizen gladly obliged, rubbing the soft nub as he gently add
a third finger inside Ichigo�s ass. When Aizen was sure that Ichigo was
ready, he took the jar of Vaseline once more and slicked himself, hissing at
the cold sensation against his heated skin. Aizen
then placed one of Ichigo�s legs on his shoulder as
the other hooked itself around his waist as he positioned throbbing cock
against Ichigo�s puckered ass.

�I want you to look at me
when enter you, I want to see your face when I claim you. Are you ready?� Aizen said in a husky voice as Ichigo
nodded.

�Yes.�

With that, Aizen slowly slid effortlessly into Ichigo�s
slicked entrance. Aizen�s mind became hazy at the
feeling of the tight heat; it was like having a velvet clamp engulfing his
cock. He slowly pulled back out before slamming back in making Ichigo cry out, throwing his head back when Aizen�s cock brushed against his prostate. Soon the two
found a pace that had them rocking in a sea of pleasure. Aizen
rocked back and forth setting a steady rhythm as Ichigo
lifted his hips meeting Aizen�s every thrust. Ichigo�s expression was priceless sending Aizen further to the edge as he took a mental picture of
it. Both moaned each other�s names as Aizen reached
for Ichigo�s weeping cock and began to stroke it
matching it with their rhythm, and with every thrust, both were close to
reaching climax.

�Ichigo,
you�re so�fucking�tight.� Aizen groaned as continued
to thrust harder and deeper into Ichigo. He sucked on
Ichigo�s collar bone making sure to leave bruises for
everyone to see, marking him as his own. Ichigo
mewled with Aizen�s every touch and kiss on his skin.
He felt like his body was on fire and cried out Aizen�s
name with thrust.

Ichigo�s other leg slid down as he wrapped
it along Aizen�s slime hips. He knew that he was close
to his release as tried to spread his legs a little bit more to accommodate Aizen�s every thrust, his heels pushing Aizen
further to deeply penetrate him. Ichigo clawed the
black sheets as Aizen nailed and pounded him hard
onto the mattress.

�Sousuke�I�I�m
gonna cum.� Ichigo
breathlessly moaned and cried out. White lights flashed before his eyes as his
body tightened and shuddered as he spilled his seed on Aizen�s
hand, over their chests and on the bed sheets.

�ICHIGO!� Aizen
cried out when Ichigo�s rectal muscles bringing him
to blissful state of euphoria as he bit down not to gently on the junction of
his neck putting claim on Ichigo as his warm seed
spilled within the velvet walls of Ichigo�s ass.

Aizen mustered what strength he had left
as he pulled out from Ichigo making the latter
whimper at the loss; his seed slowly leaking out along with the some blood that
proved Ichigo�s unclaimed virtue until then.

As the two
lay side by side basking in the afterglow of their previous activity, Aizen gently gathered Ichigo in
his arms, spooning him from behind.

�Ne,
Sousuke, tell me, how long have you had feelings for
me?� Ichigo asked as he leaned within the warmth of Aizen�s embrace.

�Ever since the day I
first met you. The day you arrived in our company. I
only had eyes for ever since that day.�

�What?! That was like three years ago?!� Ichigo exclaimed as he shifted to face his lover.

�I know. Why do you think
I�ve been hanging around you so often, constantly giving you overtimes and such?�
Aizen said as he gently massaged Ichigo�s
lower back.

It was then when
realization hit Ichigo the second time around that
night.

The constant attention Aizen was giving him; the cursed overtimes that incessantly
made him curse his boss to seventh hell for zapping away most of his social
life.

�But how were you so sure
that I swing to a totally different music?� Ichigo
brows furrowed.

�I can just thank and give
all the credit to Abarai-kun and Kuchiki
Byakuya along with his sister for all the very
valuable information. I even managed to get Abarai-kun
to set you up with a blind date with me.� Aizen said
with a smirk as he prepared for a second assault on beautiful boy in his arms.

�S-Sousuke! W-wait� y-you mean�aahh...�

�Don�t worry Ichi� like I said earlier� we have all weekend.� Aizen said in between fondling and kisses.

And the sounds mewls,
moans and purrs echoed through walls of the bedroom for the remainder of the
night.

And yes, Ichigo�s last thoughts were:

�Maybe overtime isn�t
such a bad thing�And I�m definitely going to strangle Renji
later.�
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