As a courtesy, Ichigo stripped down to his undershorts and put on a bedrobe before leaving his room. Early on, whatever he wore upstairs always ended up folded and laundered in his room the next night, with any blood stains and clothing tears repaired. He hated thinking about Hanatarou or some other servant dealing with the fallout of his nightly feedings. After feedings he always woke up in his own room and he was still unsure if it was Aizen who carried him down or some other servant and he was getting tired of it. Their feedings had become more and more intimate and it had only been a month since they began, he didn't understand why he couldn't sleep up there the rest of the day.

Ascending the staircase he thought over his hemomancy lesson and how it had actually been nice to spend some time with someone besides Aizen or Hanatarou. His servant was pleasant enough, when he wasn't busy with chores he offered to play board games or discuss any question Ichigo had about his new vampiric lifestyle, but often he had a difficult time dropping formalities. Meanwhile the king would spend the whole night training him, other nights he could only spare an hour to run through sword drills or some other technique with him, but he always made sure there was time for him every night. The level of devotion to his teaching had surprised Ichigo a little at first. He had suspected when they had moved forward with this plan it was only lip service to keep him placated and safe in the tower. Training with Aizen was grueling, but even the king seemed surprised with how quickly he was picking up swordplay and how to utilize his true Gift now that it had been unlocked.

Every night he stayed her he knew he was still a prisoner, Ichigo would never forget that fact. Yet despite himself…

Ichigo opened the door and Aizen was waiting in the chaise, reading by the window as the flurries began to pick up into a heavy snowfall. He tilted his head up from the book and gave him one of those smiles.

"I will be right with you, I am almost finished."

Yet despite himself...he was falling madly in love.

Locking the door, Ichigo walked over across the enormous room and leaned down to plant kisses on his chestnut hair, taking in the scent of sweat and woodsmoke. Among the many things Ichigo began to learn about Aizen, one of the most important was never interrupt him while reading. So he continued his soft kisses as he began to untie his robe, his veins already thrumming again from being so close. The sound of the book snapping shut was followed by Aizen leaning his head up and meeting his lips. They stayed like that for a moment and Ichigo reached down to caress his neck and chest as Aizen cupped his cheek. The kiss broke and Aizen took hold of Ichigo's locket, guiding him to the front of the chaise.

"What were you reading?" Ichigo straddled his legs, now only in his undershorts, pulling at the sash of Aizen's bedrobe.

"A collection of short stories and poems themed around Blood Moon. It took a great deal of effort to strike deals that would allow for printing presses to be imported into the mountains, but now that we have them Hueco Mundo is experiencing a rather splendid literature surge." The king reached up and thumbed at his nipples, pert in the cold air. With a pleased smirk he cupped the large mounds, massaging into firm muscle.

"Oh great, Blood Moon, any passage in particular that stood out?" Ichigo leaned into the touch and gasped as those hands traveled down to his hips, pulling him forward as their bulges pressed together.

"Yes in fact. Though I do not imagine you want me reciting poetry now, would you?" Aizen sat up and wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him in tighter and brushing his lips along Ichigo's chest. The possession he had fought off only hours earlier had ended up draining more of his vitae that he anticipated. He felt the pulse beneath his lips and clawed for every ounce of control he had to not just tear straight in and devour that beautiful fluid.

"Probably not. I would just roll my eyes and shut you up like this." To punctuate his point Ichigo wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled the king in for another wet, hungry kiss. He was starting to get the hang of kissing without accidentally biting tongue. Bloody kisses were still delicious, but drinking too early left him too tired to enjoy the rest of the feeding. Aizen returned the kiss tenfold, nearly clawing at his back until Ichigo moaned into his mouth.

Aizen began to rise, still holding onto him like his existence depended on it. Ichigo wrapped his legs around his waist, not daring to break the kiss for a second. His back hit the bed and their lips finally parted leaving a long strand of saliva between Ichigo's pecs. Aizen thrust forward, grinding their eager members together again.

"What shall it be tonight? It's been awhile since I have tasted your cock. Or perhaps you would like to give mine a try," he said with a smirk, letting his robe drop and pulling off his undershirt.

"Why not both?" Ichigo responded, smirking right back up at him.

"I love how you think sometimes, my sweet Thrall."

Both now undressed, Ichigo's breath hitched a moment as he watched Aizen sprawl across the bed. As many nights as they had shared together, it was rare he saw his Sire quite like this. That powerful body that rippled in the firelight, sculpted from decades of training. That thick cock, hardening in a patch of dark curls. Glowing amber eyes that seemed to seemed to see through his very soul and smile that made him feel like the only thing that mattered in his world. Ichigo shook himself out of his veneration and crawled atop him.

"L-like this?" Ichigo stammered, assuming the position. They had only tried this a couple times before. He let out another gasp as he felt the lick along his shaft and those powerful arms take hold of his thighs.

"Yes, just like that," Aizen responded before taking the shaft deeper into his mouth, his tongue hot and teasing at the underside; Ichigo's weak spot.

Ichigo mewled and leaned down sucking on the smooth, hard flesh waiting eagerly for him. He sucked the soft head for a moment, drinking up the salty drippings from the slit. He then released the tip with a kiss then laved his tongue up and down the sides of the hard, veiny shaft. He had yet to try and suck past his tip as he didn't trust himself to manage the whole thing without scraping it with his fangs. He loved how the shaft bulged out a bit under the head and tapered slightly toward the base. Whenever Aizen took him he always shivered when it stretched him a little more before sliding in the whole way. He hummed to himself thinking about it and sucked in a little bit more than he was used to.

Aizen couldn't stop thinking about how badly he needed to feed and decided to try something a little different, hoping the change of pace would elicit and entertaining reaction that might distract him.

Suddenly Ichigo had to stop and groan as the tongue that had been assaulting his shaft was now licking and pressing, hot and wet against his opening. He started making unintelligible sounds and gave up on sucking and pumped the wet cock in his hand instead.

"R-really? There?" Ichigo whimpered as Aizen pressed in deeper, still rubbing his cock with one hand and spreading his cheeks wider with the other. He was getting dangerously close already as that tongue made him feel things he had never felt before. Ichigo flushed and started pumping Aizen in his fist and licking the head again with more vigor than before. During the few times they had tried this position before Aizen always managed to overwhelm him and he wasn't going to let that happen again.

Aizen hummed with delight at the renewed enthusiasm, savoring both the lavish attention to his cock and the twitching ring of muscle as he delved in deeper. He started to match his speed and rhythm with his strokes and laps until soon they were both groaning in ecstasy as they came together. Ichigo swallowed the thick substance as it filled his mouth, now fully aware of what Aizen had meant about the traces of vitae that flavored it. He rolled off to the side and sat up, flushing at the sticky mess he left on Aizen's chest.

"My mouth was busy, how about you clean up after yourself?" Aizen sat back, reclining on his myriad of pillows. Ichigo leaned in without a second thought and licked up his own pearls of cum. His mouth watered as his tongue traced every mound and valley of that sculpted chest, thinking about the hot vitae that was ready and calling for him. Aizen ran a hand through his sunset hair and chuckled at his worshipful enthusiasm.

"Should….should we just skip to the biting?" Ichigo murmured, leaning into the touch.

"After preparing you so thoroughly and oh so intimately? It's your choice, my sweet Ichigo," he lied, trying not to give Ichigo the slightest impression he was getting desperate. That he had any weakness it speak of.

Instead of answering Ichigo dropped his legs to either side of Aizen's waist, positioning the saliva soaked length against his moist opening. Ichigo grabbed his shoulders and whined as he sank slowly to the base, inch by glorious inch. Aizen felt a thrill as he always did to feel just how much his Thrall wanted him. He marveled as Ichigo's hips moved deliberately and his head tilted back, lips parted with a small moan, his hair almost glowing as always against the firelight. The boy had been strong and agile when he came those months ago on Blood Moon, but under his tutelage he had become even more defined and powerful. Even though everything had been planned so perfectly to bring him here, there were still times like this where he still could not believe he had a creature this magnificent at his beck and call.

Aizen thrusted up into Ichigo's movements, savoring the delightfully tight passage. Ichigo's sounds were almost as sweet as his blood. Their pace quickened as they moved together. Aizen grabbed him waist and pushed him onto his back, bending Ichigo's legs over his shoulders as he began to pound into him faster and faster, the last bits of his control now shattering with every motion and cry that fell from Ichigo's lips.

Ichigo didn't even fight back and let him take control. It was always bliss when he could let himself forget everything except the incredible pleasure that punctuated every feeding and the promise of delicious blood, waiting and begging to be consumed. Ichigo's muffled cries and the sound of slapping flesh filled the room. The angle was perfect and he nearly screamed as Aizen's dick made him come without even touching himself. Aizen groaned as his filled Ichigo to the brim and finally gave in, clamping his fangs deep into his thigh. His instincts did not ease until after many many long sweet moments of devouring this favorite meal.

Ichigo lay there and shuddered, the feeling of his Sire drinking from his veins almost always felt like a long slow climax. He basked in it, waiting until Aizen finally finished and healed the damage. Ichigo supposed he should pay closer attention since he was working on wound healing as well, but was certainly not in the right headspace for magic. Once he was released Ichigo sat up and bit into his bicep. He found he preferred areas where he felt he could get a satisfying mouthful of flesh. The flavor was a bit different this time. He couldn't quite describe it but there was a noticeable change from what he had been drinking all this last month. More watery perhaps? The warmth filled his chest nonetheless and once he was satisfied he collapsed onto the sheets.

"You okay?" Ichigo murmured with a yawn. Trying to hold onto wakefulness before the vitae overwhelmed him. "You taste different tonight."

"It has been a taxing week. You need not worry." Great. Ichigo's palette could now discern the strength of his vitae. Aizen sighed and healed over the bite himself.

"You can talk to me if you want…" Ichigo muttered, curling up deeper into his side. He knew Aizen probably didn't see him as someone he could entrust his true thoughts and feelings to. Ichigo was certainly hoarding his own secrets as well. But maybe he could coax him into spilling just a bit more of what was hidden behind his perfect facade. As infatuated as he was he still needed answers.

"Someday, maybe I could.." Aizen started to reach over to cast his sleep spell, but Ichigo furrowed his brow and meekly swatted at his hand.

"Not this time okay?" Ichigo sighed.

"What do you mean?" Aizen lowered his hand.

"That thing where you say something ominous then use hemomancy that makes me shut up and go to bed. Can I just stay here today?"

Aizen sighed and played with that sunset hair, gazing down at his gleaming, brown eyes behind heavy lids. He was hiding an absurd amount of secrets from his Thrall, he needed to continue to cultivate his affection in the off chance one of those secrets were to be discovered. He had carried Ichigo down to his own room to sleep every night after feeding, mostly to cover up one of his lesser secrets. But perhaps he could risk it tonight with the right preparation. He kissed the top of his head and rose to pull the drapes over the window, blocking out the sunrise on the horizon.

"You win," AIzen said, returning with a smile and pulling the covers over the two of them. Ichigo snuggled against his chest and was asleep almost instantly anyway. Aizen chuckled and draped an arm over him and cast the spell anyway to at least make him stay asleep. As he drifted away as well, the illusions crafted by his Curse faded, revealing a veiny scar, burned across his chest, another over his left eye, and a third that covered most of his left hand.

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Enjoy a quick smut chapter. For a little while I'll be focusing mainly on aizen's backstory prequel 'Mask of the Moon." I want to include my quick crummy pencil illustrations with every chapter but haven't quite figured out how to do that with formatting. Maybe an imgur gallery? We'll see.