"Mm... I've half the mind to take you now." The man's voice became a throaty growl, the flick of a tongue curving along the shell of his ear. The teen exhaled sharply, unaware that such a sensation could feel so damned good. Yes, he was a boy on the verge of turning fifteen in a couple of months, but that didn't mean the mysteries of the adult world had opened up fully to him.

He blushed a delightful shade of pink, cheeks burning beneath the subtle caresses.

They were on the middle of the sidewalk for God's sake! What if...

"No one's going to interrupt us." The devil cooed, in answer to Ichigo's unspoken thought. Startled, amber eyes widened, hands halfway rising to ineffectually press against the firm, unyielding chest. He quickly discovered he didn't want to push him away. "What the hell do you mean by that? Did-did you just read my thoughts-?"

The rising panic in his voice came solely from the fact that there were some he didn't want to be known. Those that made his nights sweaty, the sheets wrapped torridly about his hips disguising the half-hard bulge between his legs. Natural. It was only natural that a boy his age would be subjected to early-morning lust attacks.

He wouldn't admit to himself though, that it was a man.

..whom had fueled his fantasies.

"I-I have to go.." his mumble felt a little weak. "I'm expected to go straight..home." That wasn't necessarily true as his dad, in an effort to be 'more fatherly' or 'inspire more trust between his children' namely try to pump his son about romance and girlfriends. Hadn't issued a specific curfew. Ichigo prayed the devil didn't know that, but of course the devil knew everything.

Another chuckle that caused his stomach to do weird flip-flops, floated over his head. "Ah, now. Do not lie to me, Ichigo-kun. I know every little thing about you...and I know especially you will not be missed for a little while yet." The sentence seemed incomplete, as vague as the waves of the heat flickering on the sidewalk. The road had become eerily silent, as if no one but them two inhabited the world.

"This..is your doing, isn't it?" he wasn't afraid. More curious as to the extent the man could do. Was the devil more powerful than the Gods? The question bordered on heresy but suddenly he wanted to know. Grasp the magnitude of the being he had contracted his soul to.

"It is.." a tiny hum, the slightest shifting, the grasp becoming more possessive. Beneath the teen's startled eyes, the concrete and sunlit world melted away, unmoving though he was, held motionless by the arms that encircled him, there was a ripple in the air.

A sense of movement beyond a step.

Ichigo could feel his heart pounding beneath his shirt, drumming in his ears. The colors were the last to fade, gray, orange and gilded sky became darkness and grey. White walls arose around them, a monolith of gigantic proportions resembling a palace in ancient days was built up.

Five great towers stood like sentinels in each of the four cardinal points, one in the center spiraled high to the red-streaked sky. Not a living thing stirred, yet Ichigo had the sense that there were life forms, beings beyond humanity's comprehension dwelling in the blighted land. Like in his books.

"Welcome to my home, my dear Ichigo-kun." The note of possessiveness hovered around his name.

"Where are we?" The teen asked suspiciously, stepping back from the man's arms, leaving it felt, the warmth behind. He began to shiver just the slightest once he had done this.

"Banmaden, lowest realm of the Jigoku-kai." Came the response crisply. "It'll be your home as well..." darkness shimmered in the brown eyes slanted to his face, secretive, hungry. The trailing off was delicate, the subtle reminder present. "..once our agreement has been fulfilled."

Two short months. Nervously Ichigo licked his lips, his school bag dangling uselessly over one shoulder as a reminder of the world he would be leaving behind. Strangely...it wasn't as disturbing as before. The knowledge that in sixty-one short days, he was abandoning everyone and everything he had known for fourteen short years. Yes, he would miss his mom terribly..but it was for her as well as for his sisters that he had made the sacrifice.

Ichigo had seen now, coming to the rare understanding that few were blessed to gain. That it had been worth it. No matter what he would suffer later on...waking up to his dad's unorthodox way of a wake-up call in the morning, going downstairs to his mom's cooking and her radiant smile and the girls greetings...every little thing taken for granted, Ichigo would always treasure.

When the devil extended his hand, the long elegant fingers slightly curled, saying with a smile in his voice that gave the boy pleasure to simply hear; "Come. We will..ah, converse more inside."

He went without hesitation.

(*)*)*)Living world(*)*)*)

The tiny cheerful little hum faltered on her lips.

"Demon..ology?" Masaki frowned some, setting on the shelf inside the closet a pile of her son's freshly washed clothes. Afternoon sunshine spilled in the window over the bed, neatly made as she had gone in and fixed it prior to bringing the apparel up. Her son would be home soon...

Her frown deepened. Of course Isshin had given Ichigo every right to bring home who he wanted and an allowance to purchase things he didn't necessarily have to show to them...but. Masaki's motherly sensibilities expected to find a dirty magazine or a racy manga borrowed from friends hidden away like this. Stashed in a corner of his closet or between the wall. Her Ichigo was no longer a little boy.

But not this. In her hands the heavy tome was flipped. Thick pages covered with writing and ink drawings of the echelons of the Jigoku and Rengoku. Masaki studied some of the upsetting pictures, her glance falling on the rest.

More of the same.

One hundred nights of Demons.

The Inferno. The famous Italian, Dante's medieval work.

The war between Heaven and Hell.

And others that the covers frightened her. Quickly replacing Demonology neatly atop the rest, Masaki realized he must've been collecting them for a while to have gathered so many. She could only assume he had uncovered them by accident in the morning. But, why the fascination with those creatures?

Being the sensible mother she was, it was difficult to not go rushing out to tell Isshin; Masaki only stopped the impulse remembering in time that her husband was with a patient downstairs. It wouldn't do to interrupt him in the middle of his work over something so trivial. It could wait..she decided, glancing back at the stack of demon books, until Ichigo came home.

Then, she would have a talk with him.

(*)*)*)Banmaden(*)*)*)

"Uhn.." the moan that slipped from his lips startled the teen to near consciousness. He had been going under in a lust-filled fog, the slightest insinuation of the well-shaped hand massaging his groin had him arching wantonly for more.

..like a little slut. The thought persisted, murmuring darkly into his ear, even as his amber eyes lifted, his chin tipping back to the man's face.

"What's wrong, Ichigo-kun?" the devil whom had introduced himself as Aizen Sosuke in the traditional Japanese manner of placing the last name first, whispered, leaning down to brush those sensual lips across his forehead. Ichigo squirmed, blushing even darker. He felt like such an awkward inexperienced thing. Moaning at every little touch, grinding back into the deliciously large swell of manhood behind.

"N-Nothing." The teen pouted, biting his lip as his fingers slipped around the other's larger wrist, leading almost shyly the hand to cup his growing arousal. "C-can I have m-more?" He felt a little ashamed at the hint of need coloring his tone. He sounded tame. On the verge of pleading for the stroke applied to the seam of his crotch. Ichigo heard the quiet hiss of his zipper sliding down, the fabric of his boxers felt tight, lithe fingers easing over the covered head. The reaction was instantaneous.

He threw his head back, his hips longing to roll forward.

Sosuke chuckled musically, kisses laid upon the side of his hair. "You're such an innocent little thing.." More pressure was added, the slow caress beginning as the waistband was dipped into. "There's more to come..."

Ichigo reclined against the man's chest, his legs spread. Sharp pants heaved his chest and left his parted mouth as gasps. The skillful hand ran up and down his length, gradually increasing pace until he was nearly driven mad with the explosive bursts of pleasure jolting his system.

"..Say lover, Ichigo." The burning kisses lavished to the side of his face and throat all fueled the raging fire devouring his body and senses. "And I'll let you come."

The sleek little flicks of the tongue longer than a human's, ran a trail down the line of his neck, curving over his collarbone. The teen flushed with heat, amber eyes shut to the darkness of the inner chamber, whined gutturally deep in his throat, his release halted by the fingers encircling his base.

"L-Lover.." the word slipped from his swollen lips.

"Good boy." Sosuke murmured softly before pumping his aching shaft.

He begged for it.

Silently.

He needed it.

Hungrily.

Like an insatiable beast, he felt Sosuke's erection straining forward, rubbing against his ass. Ichigo ground as hard as he could against it, moaning as he was milked for all he was worth.

There was no doubt left in his mind that he wanted the Devil.

Now wasn't that a scary thought?

-TBC...

AN: Thanks for reading, reviewers from the previous chapter *glomp hugs* love you guys! This chapter took a little longer as I was working on a new fic, Au again with the main pairing being AiIchi ;) look for it coming soon. C:

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