SHOT #1
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~SLY~
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Disclaimer: I do not own BLEACH. I am merely another obsessed fan, especially for the AiIchi pairing.
A/N so I was brainstorming ideas (much like always) and I thought wouldn't it be kind of fun to make Aizen a Taxi Driver and have Ichigo be his passenger, and then this piece was born. Not quite the way I originally envisioned it but I'm more or less satisfied with this one-shot.
This story is dedicated to BonneNuit because she spins out UKE!Ichi fics faster than any other author.
Warnings: AU, AizenxIchigo, Language, Spelling, Grammar, Punctuation, run-ons, weirdness/crakish, (not horribly OOC actually pretty canon as far as characterization goes at least I think) anyway, brief mention of OthersIchigo and whatever mistakes I usually make in my stories.
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TAXI, TAXI
(Ichigo)
Kurosaki Ichigo never claimed to have the patience of a saint but he was pretty damn patient.
Unfortunately, the same could not be said about his two female companions.
"Please hurry Kurosaki-kun, we're going to miss the train."
Damn. Couldn't a man take a piss in peace?
"I'll be out in a minute, Inoue."
"This isn't the time to pet your monkey Ichigo. We need to go, now!"
Ichigo felt his face grow warm. Honestly who talked like that?
"Shut up Rukia! Unlike you I'm not some sex crazed psycho who has dirty thoughts on the brain 24/7."
The sounds of giggling and whispering reached Ichigo's ears just before the door he was standing behind was kicked open.
"Time to go." the duo sing-songed in unison.
Ichigo had barely gotten the zipper on his pants up before the two girls were dragging him out of the restroom.
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"Hurry Kurosaki-kun, hurry."
"Ichigo move your ass or I'll move it for you!"
"Would you stop bossing me around, I'm not your damn bell boy!"
Despite his protesting, Ichigo quickly ran to catch up with the two girls.
Unfortunately, Inoue had been right, they had just missed the train.
"Damn it!" Ichigo cursed.
"Why don't we just wait for the next one?" suggested Rukia
Ichigo shook his head "No that won't work, we don't have the kind of time," he glanced at his watch. The panther was glowing a neon blue color, which meant it was nearly 6:00 pm.
Inoue let out a girlish squeal at the sight of the pretty glowing panther.
Sometimes Ichigo wondered if his schoolmate was really a 12 year-old girl trapped in a 19 year old girls' body.
"Ooh that is really cute Kurosaki-kun," she gazed up at him fondly "I had no idea you were a fan of the Happy Hollow Franchise."
Rukia snorted, "That's our Ichigo, he just loves Happy Hollows."
"Shut up Rukia! You know damn well that this was a gift from Yuzu."
Silver-blue eyes danced with mirth "Sure, that's what all the boys are saying these days. Tell me again just what was the name of that show you and Renji were so entranced with the other day? Pocky Pals or something?"
"Ooh I love Pocky Pals, especially that one episode where Sza and Lu hooked up, it was so romantic," Inoue sighed dreamily "What's your favorite pairing Kurosaki-kun?"
"I don't have a favorite anything," Ichigo grumbled with lightly pinked cheeks.
Rukia sidled up next to the pouting boy and pinched his cheeks together. "Don't be such a grumpy puss Ichigo, Inoue and I are very open-minded women and we think it's perfectly fine if you're a Pocky Pals fan-boy, right Inoue?"
"Absolutely. Kuchiki-san and I support you no matter what Kurosaki-kun."
Ichigo knew he really couldn't stay angry with either girl.
Seeing as Rukia was his ex (a relationship that had never gone anywhere past hand holding and lightly barely there butterfly kisses on the cheek) and Inoue was his headache inducing but forever sweet longtime next door neighbor.
Both girls were important to him. Just like all of his friends were. If he really disliked it he would've stopped associating with the duo long ago.
Taking another glance down at his watch, Ichigo came to the obvious conclusion. He should've thought of it from the start.
"We're taking a cab."
"A cab as in a taxi?" Rukia teased.
Ichigo rolled his eyes and reached for both Rukia and Inoue's numerous bags. Part of the reason they were running late was due to the duo deciding they had wanted to do some last minute shopping.
"Hurry up or I'll leave you behind."
"Wait! Kurosaki-kun, don't leave!"
Ichigo resumed his quick pace, knowing the girls wouldn't take long to catch up to him.
"I sure hope they have food when we get there."
"Mm hmm yes like some multigrain pepperoni berry muffins or some coconut raisin potatoes."
"You girls are going to get fact if you keep eating like that!"
Rukia and Inoue stopped walking and turned to glare at him.
Well with Inoue it was really more of a sad frown because Inoue didn't have it in her to get angry—but still
The bottom line was he had angered the women with his comments.
Ichigo knew this but simply did not care.
It was pay back for their earlier teasing. Plain and Simple.
"You'll apologize if you know what's good for you Ichigo!" Rukia thrust a 12 inch wide ruler (which had seemingly just appeared out of no where) toward his face in a threatening manner.
Ichigo eyed the object warily before calmly removing it from the raven-haired beauty.
Rukia stomped her feet like a child just then and Ichigo felt his face crack a smile.
'This is the girl who once captured my attention like no other.' he thought fondly.
"Stop grinning you idiot!"
He felt the girl bop him on the head with something bulky. Looking over he noted that it was her sequined handbag.
Byakuya would not be happy to know that a gift he had given to Rukia was being used as a weapon.
Ichigo snorted at the thought of Rukia's prim and proper (but ridiculously sexy) brother before Inoue's voice cut into his thoughts with a cry of "Quick over there, it's a taxi!"
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(Aizen)
"Hm what do we have here?"
Aizen Sousuke adjusted his rear view mirror so he could get a better look at the 3 figures heading towards his taxi.
Well, technically it wasn't his taxi so much as it was borrowed.
He was really a man of high society and usually traveled around in private jets and limousines.
But even high society types such as himself, could grow utterly bored with the same routine day in and day out. And so he had decided to switch things up a bit.
Earlier that same morning, he came up with a plan.
He would mingle with the commoners for the next 24 hours and what better way was there to mingle with commoners than by becoming a taxi driver?
And so he made a few calls, gave his personal chauffeur the day off and before 9 o'clock had rolled around, he had picked up his first passenger.
The first passenger had been a woman in her mid-thirties, not a single feature on her face had captured his attention. Once he dropped her off at her stop, three teenage schoolgirls had climbed into the backseat, giggling and smacking gum in an obscene manner. They had pressed their cherry painted lips up to the foggy glass and left kiss marks all over the freshly washed windows.
After the trio departed, an elderly woman and her pet rooster had entered and shed feathers all over the upholstery.
Throughout the rest of his day, Aizen had driven around nearly every type of lower class female scum and annoyances imaginable around. Not stopping even once, as members of his own species (males) had made a move for his borrowed taxi.
Burrowed or not, Aizen refused to mingle with male passengers (their foul stench nearly overwhelming even from twenty blocks away) – until tonight that, that is.
The 3 figures had finally gotten close enough to the borrowed vehicle. A trio of college kids, 2 female, 1 male. The girls were pretty enough. The first girl was tall with long auburn brown hair and large breasts. The second girl was shorter with wispy blue-tinted bangs and shoulder length raven colored hair.
The third, the boy…ah now he was a sight.
A scowl marring his face, shockingly bright orange hair (which had been revealed once he had lowered his hood) Cinnamon and coffee colored eyes and a rough but still seemingly boyish jaw-line. Body built like that of a swimmer or perhaps a track runner?
Toned and Firm.
Positively Delicious.
It had been awhile since Aizen had last felt like playing with something that most definitely was not his.
He smirked. He was going to make sure that this was a night the boy wouldn't forget.
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(Ichigo)
"Good evening," came the greeting from a rich and smooth baritone voice, " And what is your intended destination?"
Ichigo frowned, ready to just grab the girls and hail down another taxi. Something didn't seem quite right about this guy,
Inoue on the other hand seemed to have no problem with the man "Ah good evening. We were on our way to Quincy Street, our friend is headlining a fashion show and we were going to show our support but we missed our train and—
As the girl rambled on, Ichigo recalled something his childhood friend, Tatsuki had once told him "Always go with your gut instinct"
Well right now his gut instinct was telling him two things.
1) Men were bad. For every nice guy there were at least 50 bad ones lurking around the corner.
2) This man was clearly no ordinary taxi driver if he was even a taxi driver at all, that is.
It was doubtful. Ichigo wasn't taking any chances. He would not let harm come to his friends.
Inoue was way too trusting. She'd probably hitch a ride with a crazed serial killer just because she felt like being adventurous and loved to introduce herself to new people.
Rukia (who had joined in on Inoue's conversation) was less naïve but she too had her own bad habits. Having grown up around stone-faced men all her life, the raven beauty had convinced herself that every member of the male population were just overgrown puppies underneath.
All bark and no bite, seemingly harmless. Just a few belly rubs and they'd turn to putty in her hands.
Ichigo stepped behind Rukia and hissed urgently in her ear "We need to get out of here, there is something off about this guy."
Rukia ignored him and continued on in the rather pointless conversation about mushroom puppets.
The two girls laughed along with the "taxi driver" and Ichigo felt like ripping his hair out. He glanced down at his watch for the third time that night. The panther was now glowing red.
Ishida was going to kill him.
"Rukia, Inoue enough chit-chat we need to get going."
Inoue jumped in surprise whether from Ichigo's voice or something else, he couldn't be sure.
He watched in horror as the buxom brunette stuck her head inside the open window.
'What the hell is she doing?'
"Is that Higher Ambition I smell?" she asked with excited glee.
"Higher Ambition for men? Isn't that the same cologne Nii-sama wears?" questioned Rukia.
Inoue nodded "The very same one, only I believe this one is from the winter collection, come on Kuchiki-san, take a sniff."
The "taxi driver" didn't seem to have any objections with random girls sniffing him but Ichigo was having none of it!
He pushed the duo to the side and stuck his own head through the window, glaring viciously as he took in the man's features.
Hair swept back with a single strand hanging loose in the front of his forehead (on anyone else, it would have looked beyond ridiculous but this guy—he made it work!) Eyes, sharp, dark, mischievous, rich brown in color. But something darker lurked beneath those eyes—and what ever it was Ichigo was damn sure it wasn't anything good.
The man's face had an aristocratic but young look to it. Broad cheekbones, nose in perfect proportion, lips –Ichigo shook his head, no there was absolutely no need to study the mans lips.
He took in the rest of the strangers' appearance.
In short the man reminded him of the nighttime dramas his mother loved to watch. He seemed well suited for boardrooms, banquets or quite possibly an illegal underground drug ring?
Clothing, color coordinated, perfectly pressed, wrinkle free.
Hands void of scars, calluses and any other blemishes. Nails, clipped and buffed,
'Taxi driver my ass!'
He came to a decision.
"Rukia, Inoue get in the back, I'll sit up front."
Rukia turned to the berry, smirking knowingly "Oh Ichigo you naughty boy," she taunted.
"Naughty boy! What the hell are you talking about? Just get in the backseat Rukia, we're late enough as it is."
"Why are you so angry Kurosaki-kun?"
Inoue's expression looked pained. Ichigo felt like an ass. He softened his voice "I'm not angry Inoue," he attempted a smile, "I just think it would be safer for everyone if you and Rukia sit in the back."
He heard Rukia snort before he felt the tug on his jacket. He groaned as she pulled him away from the curb.
Ichigo glared at her "This is not funny Rukia!"
Silver-blue eyes danced with merriment "Oh actually it is Ichigo, in fact I haven't felt this amused in a long time." She stepped up to him, invading his personal space, as she added in a sing-song voice "Somebody as a crush."
"I – What I do not have a crush!"
"Oh you do Ichigo, its printed all over your berry tinted cheeks right now," she continued in her sing-song tone "You think Aizen-san is hot!"
"Aizen? Who the hell is—
"Ooh I couldn't help overhearing, well to be honest I got lonely," Inoue smiled approvingly "I can see it now, should I phone Ishida-kun and have him and Sado-kun arrange a doubles dinner date for the four of you?"
"A lovely suggestion Inoue, I'll call Nii-sama and Shuuhei and then all 6 of them can go out together."
"Yes that's a good idea but you know what would be an even better idea?" the bubbly brunette paused dramatically " Let's contact Tatsuki-chan and –
"STOP! Inoue, Rukia listen to me I don't have a cr—
The girls weren't even paying attention to him anymore, they were making their way back the waiting vehicle, whispering and giggling amongst them selves.
Ichigo scowled deeply but quickly caught up to the duo, grabbing the door and opening it before Rukia could. He ushered both girls inside, careful to not let the hems on their long skirts catch on the door.
He then went to the front side ready to wrench the door open with more force than necessary but faltered slightly upon realizing this Aizen person had beaten him to it.
Scowl increasing ten fold, Ichigo entered the taxi and slammed it shut.
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(Aizen)
Aizen was highly amused. The boy was better than he had expected.
'My what a magnificent temper.'
The boy didn't seem to be the least bit happy with his current predicament. He alternated between glaring at the red stoplights, his watch and Aizen himself.
"I don't trust you for a minute."
The boy spoke loud enough so he could hear but low enough so his two female companions wouldn't hear. Not that it would have made much of a difference either way, since it seemed the two young ladies had convinced themselves that this boy was to be his future bride.
'A lovely thought indeed.'
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(Ichigo)
Ichigo noticed the man watching his two friends and snarled "Stop looking at them, you old pervert!"
In all honesty the man didn't look a day over 28 but Ichigo didn't give a damn about things like that.
In his eyes, anyone over 20 was a damn pervert! And he was having none of it!
"I'll rip your damn throat out if you even think of touching Inoue or Rukia!"
The man /Aizen/ his brain corrected, didn't seem to be even a tad bit flustered by Ichigo's threat. On the contrary, he looked amused.
'Fucking Bastard!'
"You're very protective of your female companions and I can see why," eyes flicked to the mirror "such beauties."
Ichigo narrowed his own eyes at the man.
"Don't talk about Inoue and Rukia like their some kind of disgusting concubines, you asshole!"
"Concubines? My you have quite the imagination, Kurosaki-kun was it?"
The bastard was toying with him. Ichigo was 2.5 seconds away from smashing the man's handsome face into the steering wheel. Imagined all that lovely blood gushing from that perfect face. Shirosaki (his other personality, who currently lay in hibernation) would be proud!
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(Aizen)
The boy had quite the mouth on him. Foul and Lovely mouth that it was Aizen wished to kiss it but first he had to make sure the girls were completed distracted.
They didn't seem like the voyeuristic types but—one never knew.
Besides which, he had a feeling that the boy was not a fan of PDA. He would want privacy.
So with this in mind…
"Ladies I know it must be incredibly boring back there. Perhaps I could interest you in a movie as it seems we're going to be stuck in traffic for awhile."
Inoue nodded enthusiastically "We'd love to watch a movie right Kuchiki-san?"
"Yes we would. What kind of movie are you in the mood for Inoue?"
"Something with romance and uh dragons maybe?"
"A fantasy film then?"
"Yes only not those really old fashioned films but something more modern day like Enchanted?"
The girls eyes lit up like a child on Christmas.
"Ooh I love that movie!" Rukia gushed.
"Very well. Enchanted it is."
With a click here and a wave there, a large flat screen appeared before the two girls, blocking most of their view of the front. Another wave, and a built in sound- proof wall separated the back and front completely.
That done Aizen could now focus his complete attention on the boy.
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(Ichigo)
Ichigo was still dreaming up different scenarios in which he could use in order to beat the shit out of the fake taxi driver when it hit him-he hadn't heard a single peep out Rukia or Inoue in quite awhile.
Suddenly fearing the worst, Ichigo snapped to attention and turned around only to find a large wall now blocking his view from the backseat.
'What the hell?'
He pounded on the wall with his fists "Oi, Inoue, Rukia are you guys okay?"
No answer. He pounded harder and shouted once more "Answer me!"
"They can't hear you Kurosaki-kun."
Ichigo whirled around and snarled viciously at the man "What the hell do you mean by that?"
The man was moving his lips but nothing was registering.
Before Ichigo knew it the worst-case scenarios had come to mind.
Had Aizen gone completely against all of his warnings and put his hands on the girls? Had Rukia and Inoue been drugged and dumped off on the side of a road somewhere while he had just sat here and day dreamed? What if Aizen sold them off to one of his Yakuza associates? Were Inoue and Rukia now rotting away in some fucking dungeon chained to the wall like…
"You really shouldn't frown so much Kurosaki-kun, its not healthy."
Aizen's voice cut in on his thoughts.
He sounded so fucking casual, so sickeningly at ease with everything, while Ichigo was about to lose his damn mind!
No—he had lost it and now his hands were around the mans' neck, squeezing tightly, cutting off the air supply "Now you listen you to me you sick fuck, if you don't pull the car over right now and tell me where my friends are I swear to god I will kill you!"
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(Aizen)
The boys' strength was incredible.
It made him even more delicious.
Aizen had no interest in the weak still-
He wanted to make something quite clear.
He had absolutely no interest in the two women sitting in the backseat. He had tried to explain this to the boy a few minutes ago but it seemed the boys' thoughts had been elsewhere.
Carefully, easily, he pried the boys' hands away from his neck, meeting that angry (slightly crazed) gaze head on.
Smirking just the slightest when the boys' gaze flickered and changed into something softer.
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(Ichigo)
For reasons that he couldn't explain Ichigo suddenly felt light headed. Kinda fuzzy and warm. Just what the hell was-? He pulled away from the man and frowned down at his hands.
He settled back into his seat and let out a sigh.
Less than a split second later…
'Damn it! Why does it suddenly feel so fuckin' stuffy in here?'
Clearly no longer in his right mind (assuming he had one to begin with) Ichigo found himself taking off his winter jacket and his long sleeve mesh shirt. Leaving himself in nothing more than a tight fitted tee and his corduroy pants.
Then, against his will (because he is quite sure that if he was in control of his body, he would not be doing this) he leaned over and rested his head against the man's shoulder.
'This is rather nice. This person, Aizen, is quite comfy.'
A few minutes later, a hand is stroking the back of his neck, then sliding up to card fingers through his forever-unruly orange hair.
'Nice. Very Nice.' Ichigo smiles 'Mother does this too.'
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(Aizen)
The boys' hair was unexpectedly soft and truly an incredible color.
Aizen wondered not for the first time that night if the color was natural.
It was possible, rare but possible.
Only one way to find out.
'Now how should I go about this?'
A smirk.
'It would be best not to startle the boy. Slowly, gradually, a nice even tempo. Make him fall.'
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(Ichigo)
The hands (when had a second one been added anyway?) were drifting down to his neck again but it felt different somehow. While not entirely comfortable with the switch, Ichigo found he really didn't have the desire to stop the man. He shivered a bit but reasoned that it was probably because he had discarded half of his clothes—nothing else.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Shirosaki had woken up and was now bitching
This ain't normal, stupid King, snap out of it!
Ichigo ignored it.
He knew how out of character this was for him. He was not the type to sit there ideally and let some "fake taxi driver" stroke him like a kitten. He was not the type to let out a sigh of content as warm lips danced along his collarbone. And he damn sure was not the type to squeal in surprised delight as hands made their way inside his shirt!
Hell he'd never even gone out on an official date. (Even when he and Rukia had hooked up, they had never gone out alone, always having one or several of their friends tag along.)
He had never felt the urge to kiss her. Nor had he ever wished to explore her special feminine treasures.
Even just the thought had felt weird, wrong some how.
He had been a lousy boyfriend. Honestly never deserved Rukia in the first place.
He had often wondered deep down in the most secret depths of his heart if he had every truly thought of Rukia in a romantic sense or had he just been using her as a Byakuya stand in?
Wondered if Rukia knew and secretly resented him for it.
And what about Inoue? He was well aware about the crush his lifetime next-door neighbor had on him.
Perhaps he should've just hooked up with the girl and made her happy?
But no, the very thought had repulsed/still repulsed him to this day. It would be like dating his sister. Wrong in every way.
It hadn't stopped there.
Throughout his 19 years of life, especially during his early teens, members from both sexes had set out in hopes of seducing him.
And he had shot down every single one of them.
Even here now in the present day, Ichigo had a gang of admirers/stalkers.
There was no other way to describe the group. They were foreign exchange students who wore matching jackets, had similar tattoos and enjoyed getting a rise out of him.
The first of which was Starrk, a lazy eyed narcoleptic who had no qualms about breaking into his dorm room and snapping pictures of him while he slept.
The second was Ulquiorra, a seemingly expressionless individual who wore way too much damn eye shadow and often blackmailed him into cross-dressing.
The third, Halibel, a female exhibitionist who enjoyed pulling down his pants at every turn.
Fourth, came Nel, another female who thought it was cute to talk like a baby, dress like some character in the Amazon and thrust her humongous boobs in his face.
And last but certainly not least, Grimmjow, a foul-mouthed, blue-haired, half-Canadian senior who just wouldn't take no for an answer and constantly attempted to feel him up in between classes.
'Course Grimmjow was, if Ichigo was going to be completely honest with himself, attractive and often the star in a few of his wet dreams but still...
According to rumors
Grimmjow also had a bad habit. He liked to play. Ichigo refused to be anyone's toy!
'That's right. I'm not a fucking toy!'
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(Aizen)
Everything had been going well—according to plan.
The writhing, the gasping, the whimpering.
But then—it had stopped and the boy seemed distracted.
Then distraction turned to anger.
The youth had ripped himself out of Aizen's arms and snarled viciously.
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(Ichigo)
"Don't fucking touch me you perverted asshole! I don't know what the hell you just did to me a few minutes ago, some kind of mind trickery or something—don't really give a shit but you'd better not do it again or so help I'll—
Without warning, deep pools of brown. Rich deep pools of brown suddenly seemed to be the only thing that mattered. Whatever Ichigo had been rambling on about seemed distant, unimportant.
The only thing that mattered was the owner of those deep pools of brown.
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(Aizen)
The boy looked drunk.
Eyes glazed over.
Body swaying back and fourth, back and fourth before falling into his lap.
Aizen was reminded of a puppy or a kitten just then.
He amused himself with a vision of the boy wearing a set of fluffy ears and a tail for a few minutes.
Then he lifted the boys' head up out of his lap and finally claimed those lips.
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(Ichigo)
If Ichigo had known kissing was going to be this good, he would have done it ages ago. He can't stop the moan slipping from his mouth.
The sensations running through him, ah nothing can properly describe it.
The feeling of a warm tongue sliding against his own, he's nearly jumping out of his seat and into the man's lap.
But that would be too embarrassing. Even through his lust filled haze, Ichigo had enough common sense and control not to let these strange, new impulses over come him.
And so he pulls away and roughly wipes the back of his mouth with his hand.
He scowls when he realizes that he can still taste Aizen. Scowling more fiercely at said bastard who once again seems entirely too amused with the situation.
He makes the mistake of meeting those deep brown eyes once again and before he knows it…he's falling
Once again strange urges over come Ichigo. His skin is on fire, his mouth is dry, and he's getting hard.
A split second later (barely a blink!) he finds himself being pushed down, pinned underneath the man.
And all he can think is
'I want this!'
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(Aizen)
The boy is squirming, gasping, panting and begging for some type of release.
He looks beyond flustered.
Cheeks a brilliant red, eyes a mist of want, need, irritation, frustration.
Sweat is running down his brow and underneath his chin.
He's mumbling incoherently and trying desperately to relieve some of the pressure.
Another moment and the poor thing will surely mess his pants.
'Hm better put dear Kurosaki-kun out of his misery, then.'
A simple unsnap and a quick unzip, a tantalizing glimpse of orange poking out from tiny midnight blue briefs.
Aizen is more than pleased with the sight.
'Beautiful.'
Wasting no more time, he swoops down.
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(Ichigo)
Ichigo's world flashes a brilliant white. He blinks and honestly doesn't really know what happened.
Or more accurately how it happened.
One minute he was strangling the fake taxi driver and the next, he's clumsily pulling his clothes on.
Aizen is watching him and something tells Ichigo not to look him in the eye
But…
Even knowing this he finds himself looking and then he can't look away.
Doesn't want to.
Shirosaki is hissing violently
'I told ya not to look him in the eye ya stupid fuck!'
Ichigo knows and yet he still finds that it is not easy to pull away from this man.
'King snap out of it or I swear I'll come out and crash this cab into the nearest tree.'
Ichigo shakes his head. It hurts. He studies Aizen and wonders not for the first time that night if the man has some kind of weird trippy mental control over him.
He shakes his head again.
'No. That's beyond fuckin' cheesy—even for me.'
'Yeah not even you are that big of a sap King'
'No I'm not, this is—this is just all those years of teenage neglected hormones catching up to me.'
Still even with these thoughts, against his better judgment Ichigo finds himself hastily scrawling his name and number on the back of an old receipt and handing it to Aizen (along with the cab fare) before catching up to Inoue and Rukia, who are happily chatting about some prince and a cell phone and whatever else silly girls talk about.
His underwear is wet and he grimaces. It is not a comfortable feeling, even if the moment leading up to it had been amazing (well some of it anyway)
Ichigo scowls. He wouldn't even have this problem if Aizen hadn't insisted that he keep his underwear on.
'Bastard had no problem getting me all worked up, making me think he was going to do more than just tease me through the fabric until I exploded!'
'Yeah but think about King he did ya a fave I mean, ya don't have any idea where his mouth might have been ya know!'
Even though they were technically one in the same, Ichigo felt the need to nod in agreement.
'Yeah guess you're right!'
'I'm always right, I'm you after all.'
'I did enjoy it though!'
'Yeah a little too much. Aren't you forgetting one thing though?'
'What?'
Shirosaki cackled 'Well Aizen mighta been kind enough to leave ya underwear on but ya might want to call your doctor since ya know his tongue was down your throat and all.'
At the reminder, Ichigo felt heat rising to his cheeks.
Shirosaki cackled louder.
'Ah shut up already would you?'
Shirosaki did not stop.
'It was just a kiss!'
'That was more than just a kiss King and ya know it!'
'Yeah but—
The cackling returned.
'Fine damn it! I'll contact Ishida's old man tomorrow and get a quick check up.'
'Why go through all the trouble when ya could just ask the ole' man tonight.'
'Screw that! There is no way I'm letting goat face anywhere near my mouth or any other sacred place. It's bad enough he's forcing me to dress as a reindeer for his stupid office party.'
Shirosaki cackled wildly before falling silent completely.
Ichigo paused and looked back. The taxi is still there which means Aizen is still there, which means he's probably looking at the number which means-
"Come on Kurosaki-kun, Ishida-kun has been waiting long enough."
"Yeah hurry up and say goodbye to your lover Ichigo, I want some crab cakes."
Inoue and Rukia's voices reach his ears, bringing Ichigo back to the present.
Scowl firmly back in place, he stomps his way down the street and joins the duo.
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(Aizen)
Aizen folds the piece of paper in half before placing it into his breast pocket.
He pulls away form the curb, amusement dancing in his eyes.
"Well shall meet again, Kurosaki Ichigo."
FIN