I couldn't help feeling I left this a little unfinished. I hope this pleases...

"I turn them into powerful super-beings and this is what they get distracted by?" Aizen complained.

"Oh? Are the visits from that ryoka boy still bothering you?" the fox-faced man surmised, rising from his seat to walk around the large desk to stand behind his captain's chair. He felt the brunette relax a bit as he ran his long, boney fingers through the leader's hair.

"I hoped that when I heard about the incident with Szayel, that they would be over it…" he began and allowed his comrade to finish for him.

"…but Grimmjaw and Ulquiorra are still preoccupied with him, aren't they."

"It's most insulting," Aizen spat. "I don't really care if they fuck each other, but bringing outsiders into it and then let it become a distraction. Something needs to be done."

"What would you like me to do?" Gin assumed as he continued messaging the older man's scalp.

"No. I think I need to do something myself. I'm just not sure what yet."

"Well, if your children are too distracted by a mere toy, perhaps you should take it from them," Gin suggested.

Aizen laughed a little at that and a moment later replied, "I think I know just what to do," before melting into the attention he was receiving.

"Ah, Ulquiorra, Grimmjaw, please…have a seat," Aizen distractedly instructed while Gin closed the door behind them.

Once seated, Ulquiorra reached up to remove his right eye.

"Nng. Um, Ulquiorra, you needn't do that." He paused, bit his lip ever so slightly before continuing, "I haven't asked you here for your reports."

"Then what is it?" Grimmjaw tried not to sound too demanding. He didn't exactly succeed but it appeared their leader was too distracted to either notice or care.

"Ah…just a moment," he held a finger up, to ask for another few seconds before telling them why they'd been summoned. Then, he did something they didn't expect. He slid his chair backward and looked down at his lap. With a gentle smile he led a certain orange-haired soul reaper out from under the desk.

After a moment to savor the looks of shock and horror from his creations, he spoke to the young man, "I thought I told you, no teeth."

"I'm sorry, Souske-sama," Ichigo replied impishly as he crawled from beneath the desk, revealing that he was totally nude.

Aizen took a sideways glance to enjoy the respective looks of shock on his espada's faces. While Ulquiorra, of course, was trying not to give too much away with his body language, Grimmjaw, of course, was already starting to fume. With an all-too-gentle smile to be genuine, he replied to the young man, "Yes you are."

The arrancar watched as their master took the soul reaper by his vibrant orange hair, pulled him to his feet, around the side of the desk and bent him over. He made sure to smack Ichigo's head on the desk hard enough that the espada could tell just by looking at him that he was seeing stars. But Ichigo didn't complain. He simply gave a whimper and raised his hips suggestively. That was when Grimmjaw's jaw nearly dropped. It did actually drop when he realized that Aizen had not retied his sash and was slipping his still-erect member out of his pants.

When he penetrated the young man with no preparation or warning, he heard a gasp from his espada even through the near-sream of pain that tore from Ichigo. He could swear that he could hear Grimmjaw give a protective growl when he withdrew with blood coating his erection. At that, he threw a dangerous look at the sixth.

When he really started to ride the young soul reaper, sometimes slamming into him hard enough to move the desk a little, Grimmjaw stood to leave but when he was about half way to standing, he felt Aizen's spiritual pressure press in around him, forcing him back into his seat.

Seeing his comrade's failure, Ulquiorra shifted uncomfortably to find that now, he too was pinned to his seat.

"What is the meaning of this?" Grimmjaw demanded but the only reply he received was the screams, and now moans, coming from Ichigo.

This went on for another few minutes until Ichigo spoke. "Aaa! Souske-same, please…aahh…."

Both the sixth and the fourth visibly tensed at the plea.

"No," Aizen firmly replied.

Another few minute went by and the plea was repeated, this time more desperately. "P-please, Souske-same, let me cum!" he begged, tears now forming in his eyes.

"Insolent child," the brunette complained before grabbing a handful of orange hair and hitting the soul reaper's head on the desk again.

This blow nearly knocked him unconscious and his body slackened. Ichigo continued to scream and cry out but was not rewarded with a release. Instead, Aizen rode him even harder until he released himself violently inside. He appeared disappointed, but that was only to cover how pleased he was by the looks of horror that his creatures were now showing.

Again, he took Ichigo by the hair, pulled him from the desk, and threw him to the floor where he lost consciousness. But right before he did, he managed to mumble, "Thank you…Souske-sama…"

The gratitude went unrecognized. Aizen simply tucked himself back into his pants, tied his sash, and sat down at his desk. He gave his espada an even look, "Have I made myself clear?"

"Yes, Aizen-sama," Ulquiorra immediately replied as this was a demonstration that he didn't are to see twice.

Grimmjaw wasn't as quick to reply. In fact, he wasn't even looking at his master. He was fixed on the limp body on the floor just to his right.

"Grimmjaw," Aizen raised his voice, "have I made myself clear?" He would have been offended by the lack of attention if he wasn't so pleased by what the sixth found so distracting.

"Y-yes…Aizen-sama," he barely replied.

"Good. Now go, I tire of this," he turned his chair so that he was no longer facing them and listened for them to take their leave, which was quick to say the least.

When they were gone, he turned back around to see his fox-faced friend smiling at him.

"I think that did the trick," Gin complimented, "but I only said to take their toy." His grin grew wider.

"Yes," Aizen agreed as he recalled his sword from its illusionary state, watching the body on the floor disappear, "but I knew taking their toy would not be enough. I need to break it in front of them to get my point across."