Remember...don't leave this room.

Bastard. Ichigo fumed at the memory, his legs pressing together, trying to ignore the bulge sticking out the front of his pants. What was the deal with the guy anyway?! He didn't CARE they were both guys!? He twisted from side to side, getting no relief for his little problem-that wasn't so little anymore. Unless... his amber eyes slanted upward, hand snaking out to capture one of the large fluffy-looking pillows piled mountain high against the headboard. Guess someone liked their sleep...

He hoped the Arrancar wouldn't mind--then tossed that thought aside.

Screw him! Ichigo slipped the pillow between his legs, grinding against it furiously. It was that guy's fault he was in this state! Not finish--wait! Inwardly the Strawberry groaned, rubbing his palm over his eyes. Did he just think that Arrancar should've stayed and finished--but then--no!

"Ugh!" he groaned in frustration.

He wasn't gay and yet why was he thinking of silvery gray eyes slitted in lust...and that was most certainly not a shiver that went down his spine either!

Oh, hell with it!

The pillow wasn't working, it was only adding more fuel to the fire so to speak. Ichigo refused to even think it had been the recollection of that Arrancar that had gotten him so hot and bothered.

Certainly, he hoped as he clambered from the bed awkwardly, his erection having grown increasingly more painful by the second--that the small door to the left lead to a connecting bathroom. Walking around the enemy encampment in such a state was just asking for trouble. And he was damned if he was going to touch himself in that room--he didn't want that stormy-gray-eyed Arrancar walking in on him doing something so--He had to shut off his mental chatter. The image it conjured up wasn't as unpleasant as he would've liked it to have been.

Grumbling under his breath, the Strawberry kicked the door closed, finding himself indeed to be in a rather spacious bathroom. He couldn't help but think that whoever it was that had captured him and brought him here-and molested him let's not forget-was someone of pretty high-standing in Aizen's army.

Which was surprising since the Arrancar had come off as being lazy to him.

Ah well, the zipper slid down easily on the razor-edge track, his tan pants dropping to his knees, black boxers along with them. His erection free of its confines, sprung forward proudly as hard as could be. Appearances could be deceiving. He fingered the slit of his cock, pre-cum dribbling out. Another quick glance around and he had ascertained there were towels. Good...he had a feeling he was going to need a long cold shower after this.

His self-induced moans soon spilled out of the thin walls of the bathroom and into the bedroom, the door to the bedroom and finally out into the hallway, where it attracted a most unpleasant sort of voyeur to the inside of the aforementioned rooms.

After all...our little berry-boy did forget to lock the bathroom door behind him...

~*~

His eyes...Stark smiled faintly behind the cover of his hand propping up his chin, elbow balanced on the edge of the table. His scowl...so adorable! He sighed quietly, his little berry was even sexier when angry, and the best part...he didn't even know it!

Of course...there still was that little problem of---

Aizen was spouting idealistic garbage that Ulquiorra to his left, seemed to be drinking in with a fervent gleam in his emerald eye. Grimmjow-was being well--Grimmjow and rolling his eyes every few seconds not so discreetly that Halibel didn't notice. The Tercera was always a quiet one; something the Quinta--hold on...

His attention snapped to the empty seat to the caramel-skinned female's right. "Where is Nnoitora?"

Tosen stood on manners, a fact that irritated most of his comrades and now him mildly. "Lord Aizen is speaking!" the ex Soulreaper hissed. The surprise at being interrupted etched itself into a fine line on Aizen's brow then was smoothed over, his smile indulgent to Stark, "it's alright, Kaname. I'll overlook this once, Stark, I believe you asked about Nnoitora's vacant seat at this meeting?"

Stark nodded mutely, wishing the man would hurry up and answer.

"His Fraccion Tesla came to me before the meeting, begging pardon for his master's absence--"

A suspicion entered his thoughts, "did he say why?"

"No, he didn't. I must admit that--"

"Excuse me," Stark muttered, standing up quickly, he saw red. Again, Tosen's hand slid along the hilt of his Zanpaku-to in warning. Aizen motioned for him to stop, "you may go, Stark." A smile played on his lips; Stark was already halfway to the doors.

"But perhaps in the future... you should stay awake during meetings, my Primera." Aizen finished softly.

~To be continued~

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