Strawberry Indigo. [Aizen X Ichigo].

chapter 4

Aizen's promise held true. For a week, at the very least; he hadn't been interfered with.

Just like Ichigo had first hoped, things hadn't really been that different from the times that he had stayed in soul society– apart from the mass of arrancar that seemed to enjoy staring at him or the perverted comments from Grimmjow and Nnoitora. Ichigo was comforted by the fact that he wasn't being treated as a prisoner, but more like a guest. Sure Ichigo had sat in Aizen's bedroom, he hadn't been given his own, often wondering when it would be when said man would return and sure, Ichigo often found himself queasy at the very thought that Aizen could see his every movement, but in the grand scheme of things, he really had no choice but to put up with it, why doesn't he try to escape? You ask, well he had tried several times the first few attempts only seemed to amuse Aizen, but the more he tried to escape the more Aizen became irritated enough that he threatened to kill Ichigo's family and friends, and Ichigo promised to stay in Las noches as long as his friends and family were unharmed and healthy.

Ichigo had met up with an arrancar each day that would take him to various places that he wished to see around hueco mundo, may it be the training room, or the library. With the exception of the vast sands of hueco mundo, Ichigo was given the grounds of the entire Las noches to explore.

Yes much better than being locked in a dungeon with little food and water.

Aizen was somewhat of a mystery to Ichigo. The orange haired teen was somewhat confused as to why the rogue shinigami was so adamant on him joining his side–of course Ichigo wasn't oblivious to know that he was powerful but something told him that maybe there was some other motive for the dark haired shinigami's wishes.

Ichigo seriously felt as if he was being courted by Aizen; the somewhat superior shinigami was a wonder of strange gentleness and patience, although Ichigo could distinctly remember Renji  mentioning how normal the rogue shinigami had seemed during his stay in soul society, so Ichigo was somewhat weary of Aizen. In a way it freaked Ichigo out more than anything as Aizen steadily grew more affectionate as time
passed. Aizen seemed to enjoy holding him close to his own body and running his hands through his bright hair as he placed affectionate kisses to his forehead, and holding his hand as they walked through the passageways of Las noches, and talked of Shakespeare and his sonnets. Sure, Ichigo still threw insults at every possible chance he could, but none of it seemed to affect the other; he would simply chuckle and place a small kiss to the corner of his mouth, much to Ichigo's chagrin. Hichigo seemed to find the whole situation quite hilarious and claimed that he was happy that his King had finally found someone to 'fuck him into the mattress and relieve all the stress'  Ichigo had refused to talk to him for a week after that particular comment.

Now, as Ichigo found himself once again within the company of a somewhat amused Aizen as he watched him read the same page for the sixth time, the butterflies that seemed to live within his stomach finally erupted into life once he looked up to meet the gaze of the other.

"What?" Ichigo questioned in a suspicious tone. Aizen seemed to be studying him extra closely today and it was slightly unnerving to say the very least.

Aizen raised an eyebrow in retaliation. "Does my watching of you make you uncomfortable, Ichigo-kun?"

Ichigo closed his book and rubbed the bridge of his nose as his typical scowl deepened, "you know that it does. Why bother asking?"

Aizen looked down on the smaller male and smiled before wrapping his arms around his middle and burying his face in the wild mass of bright orange hair. "Because I enjoy your reactions."

"O-oi, let go!" Ichigo blushed deeply and pushed away from the rogue shinigami who tightened his grip in retaliation and breathed in deeply.  Ichigo fidgeted and silently prayed that the other would get bored soon and leave him alone.

"No. I enjoy cuddling with you, Ichigo-kun." Aizen pulled his face away to look into the teens eyes  and smirked wickedly at the deep blush that adorned his face. "My oh my, Ichigo-kun, do I make you feel uncomfortable when I do this?"

"Yes!"

"Well," Aizen said as he dragged the boy into his lap after taking his seat once again, "is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable?"

"How about letting me go, you pervert! I swear that you are just as bad as Urahara!" Ichigo screeched and tried desperately to crawl his way out of the other male's embrace.

"You know that isn't going to happen, Ichigo-kun."

The redhead shivered at the lust filled tone the other male was using. Ichigo desperately wished that something, anything, would happen to get him out of this mess. "Ichigo," Aizen whispered, his hand beckoning the teen forward towards him. "Come lean back against my chest."

The said redhead blushed and fidgeted, desperately trying to think of something that would persuade the other to halt where this particular train of thought was heading. Aizen must have become impatient as he eventually pulled the teen towards him so that Ichigo was pressed snugly to his chest.

Aizen turned his face into the teen's neck and allowed his warm breath to hit the slender column of flesh. Ichigo shivered and tried to pull his face away, but only succeeded in pressing his back harder against the other.

"Ichigo," Aizen touched his thigh and pressed a kiss to the place where his neck and shoulders met. "I've kept this slow since I didn't wish to force you into anything that you would be uncomfortable with. But I find that your reactions to my ministrations are quite," he paused to run hand up Ichigo's chest and made a satisfied sound at the sound of the teen's breath hitching. "Arousing."

Ichigo whined pitifully at the sensations that Aizen's experienced touch was giving him. Dammit! He didn't want this to happen!

"P-please stop."

To Aizen's merit, he did pause quickly to assess the teen. "You know that it needs to happen sometime, Ichigo. You made a deal."

"I didn't agree to get molested!" Ichigo cried as he struggled against the tight hold of the other. "If I wanted to get felt up I would of gone to getaboshi!"

Aizen appeared unfazed. "Nevertheless, you promised."

Ichigo let out a shaky breath to cover up the feeling of dread. He had known that something like this was bound to happen sooner or later, he just wished it had been the later.

As Aizen brought a hand up to caress the plane of Ichigo's chest once more, Ichigo found himself wishing that he knew at least some sort of kido.

"Ichigo," Aizen breathed into his ear, the moistness of his voice hitting his inner ear and sending a shiver down his spine. "Let us find out what sort of sounds you can make."

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Renji: and that's a wrap people, we finally did it.

Ichigo: I don't think this was the hard part.

Renji: what do you mean? We had to stop 6 times to stop Aizen from already fucking ya into the mattress.

Aizen: what's bad about that?

Rukia: nothing! *Fangurl twinkle in her eyes* 😍 Aizen x Ichigo is adorable.

Ichigo:  *moves away, and starts edging towards the door*

Aizen: Ichi where do you think your going?

Ichigo: 😗 🤔🙄 look! *Frantically points* a distraction!
*Runs out the room*