The Broken Souls of the Seireitei

A/N: Thanks for all the reviews. Still no job. Smex and more smex for this chapter. You can blame Jennifer for wanting to take me to Happy Hour at El Cancun, but I worked on this all morning. I may add more, or just go to pt 3, not sure. Sangria time!






“Jinta-kun, stop!” Ururu wailed, trying not to drop her overnight bag. After much bribing, threatening, and currency exchange, Tessai agreed to take Jinta and Ururu to a local hotel to spend the night so that they wouldn’t see Aizen. Usually Urahara made it so that either the children were away training, or even sometimes he would slip off to a very remote location, perhaps in Karakura, Hueco Mundo, (or even Seireitei if they were especially daring) to meet Aizen, but the recent request from Byakuya and Ichigo threw him off kilter and he had no time to plan.

“Oi! Get it together!” Tessai screamed, struggling with his own bag. Jinta had made himself comfortable beating Ururu in the head with his bag, still not forgiving her for making him pee himself previously. Tessai glared at Urahara, who gave him a meek smile.

“Thank you Tessie,” Urahara said sweetly. Tessai grunted and mumbled a few words that made Jinta threaten to tell on him as he shoved the kids into a nearby car.

“Why do we have to leave, Urahara-san?” Ururu yelled from the car, trying to dodge Jinta’s relentless punches.

“So he and Bad Guy can have sex in the ass!” Jinta answered, making Tessai whirl around.

“What did you say?!!“ The kido master roared, making the children shrink back. The last thing Urahara saw before the car disappeared down the road was Tessai’s hand come over the back seat to smack the obstinate boy. He laughed almost sadistically as he could hear Jinta squealing long after the car disappeared. He knew that they would be alright; Tessai had long ago mastered the feat of driving with one hand and beating children with the other. He was taught the Shaolin technique by Isshin, who had told the man it may be periodically necessary to jack the kids up to concentrate on driving.

He closed the door and straightened his haori. Aizen would be there at any moment. His stomach flip flopped anxiously and he sat on the futon before standing and leaning against the wall. He sat back down, rearranging the pillows. He frowned and stood again, nearly stepping on Yoruichi.

“Damn it, either sit or stand! You can’t do both, and you’re making me anxious!” She cried out, jumping on the table. Urahara looked at her and sighed rubbing his hands together.

“He’s gonna get mad when I tell him I’m going back.”

“Probably.”

“I don’t want to fight with Sousuke.”

“Then don’t.” Yoruichi sounded annoyed, flopping her tail back and forth. Urahara sighed again, sitting down gingerly. Yoruichi ‘meowed’ and jumped into his lap, nuzzling his neck.

“If you fight with him, just try to be fair. No bringing up anything that has happened beyond the last ten years.” Urahara frowned. His best material was nearly a century old.

“But he doesn’t fight fair!”

“Neither do you, Kisuke. Both of you throw horrible things in each other’s faces and you both walk away almost hating each other. That’s why he would go to Gin.”

Urahara flared up. “So it’s my fault he fucked Fox Face?”

Yoruichi laughed. “Say that fast five times.”

Urahara growled in frustration and shoved Yoruichi from his lap. He contemplated stepping on her, but the door bell rang. He took his hat off and tossed it, smoothed his hair down and checked his breath before stepping to the door and opening it.

Aizen, who had his back turned, faced Kisuke as he opened the door. He was simply stunning. He was in a black and green pinstripe suit with a lime colored button down shirt underneath the jacket, and a smartly folded small lime green handkerchief tucked into the breast pocket of his suit. He had a small vase of roses with him, and his seductive brown eyes glittered the moment he set his eyes on Kisuke. Urahara felt sort of embarrassed and extremely underdressed. At least he had shaved.

“Sousuke-chan,” Urahara murmured, swallowing and eying his off and on again lover.

“Kisuke-chan,” Aizen replied in the same sultry tone, leaning over and kissing him softly and chastely on the lips, making Urahara blush. Aizen traced Urahara’s jaw line with a finger tip, biting his lip when he saw the man close his eyes at his touch.

“You shaved, Kisuke-chan.”

Urahara smiled, his eyes still closed. “You noticed, Sousuke-chan.”

They stood there for a moment, gazing at each other the same way they did the first time their eyes had met so long ago in the Seireitei. Yoruichi ran between Aizen’s legs and purred, begging for attention. Even as despicable of character Aizen could be, he was always nice to her. It may have been because of her closeness to Urahara, or maybe because he genuinely liked her, but nevertheless, he never treated her coldly or politely ignored her, like he did with Momo, Kommamura, others.

“Yourichi-sama. How are you?” Aizen asked softly, picking her up and cradling her to his chest. Yoruichi purred contently, enjoying the scratches behind her ear. Urahara broke his trance and moved to the side so Aizen could come inside, closing the door behind him.

“These are for you.” Aizen set Yoruichi down gently and handed him the small green marble vase with the roses inside. Urahara blushed again and took the roses, inhaling their scent before placing them on the table.

“Thank you, Sousuke. I don’t have anything for you…I’m sorry,” Urahara mumbled, running a hand through his disheveled hair. Aizen smiled and reached for a blonde lock of hair, twirling it over his fingers.

“That’s not how we operate anyway. No tit for tat, right?” He leaned in and gave Urahara an Eskimo kiss, wrapping his arms around him. “I’ve missed you, Kisuke-chan. I’ve missed seeing you…touching you…making love to you,” Aizen whispered, licking the shell of Urahara’s ear.

“You tease me so, Sousuke. You say you’ve missed me, but this makes only three times you have visited me since you left the Seireitei. Surely you could steal from Ichimaru-san and Tousen-san more often maybe?” Urahara panted, Aizen’s hands running over his chest.

Aizen ‘hmphed’ and withdrew, sitting down on the futon. “You always want to ruin the mood, don’t you?” He asked, stretching out. Urahara looked over at him dispassionately and opened the front door again, motioning for Yoruichi to leave. Last time Aizen came, Yoruichi watched, and Urahara couldn’t help but think maybe that was a slight reason as to why he hadn’t come back. Then again it was always easier to cast the blame on someone else, it was an acquired skill from the Seireitei.

“Why did you make Miss Kitty leave? She could have joined us,” Aizen said, his brown eyes turning a seductively darker shade. Urahara walked up behind him and started to massage his shoulders, his heart pounding at the small whimpers coming from his lover.

“I want you all to myself,” Urahara murmured, kissing Aizen’s neck softly. His golden curls tickled the man’s cheek, and rich laughter came from both of them as Aizen grabbed the shabby jacket and pulled Urahara into his lap. They rubbed each other passionately, basking in the familiar feel of each others’ arms. Their lips met, and the kiss was deep and loving, the kind of kiss that would be shared by two people who had loved each other from the beginning of time. Urahara hungrily leaned into the kiss, grinding himself on Aizen’s crotch.

Aizen noticed how the man was acting and pulled away, concerned. He and Urahara usually took their time when it came to affairs of the heart, and it felt like he was trying to hurry up and fuck, like he had something else to do. “Kisuke-chan…what is wrong?” He looked into the watery blue eyes, genuinely concerned. Urahara was really the only person Aizen had cared about, ever. If the man had as much as a stubbed toe, he wanted to know about it.

Urahara clutched at him, nearly sobbing. “Say you won’t hate me, Sousuke.”

Aizen narrowed his eyes. “What have you done to make yourself think I’d hate you?”

Urahara swallowed, trying to steady himself. “I’m going back.”

Confusion spread on the former captain’s face. “Going back?” Then he understood. His eyes widened and with a look of disgust he moved as far away as he possibly could from Urahara. The blonde started to cry, burying his face in his hands. Part of him was grateful that their bond had not waned or even broke due to the recent stress, but he could have swore that ‘hatred’ had just cast a fleeting glance in his direction.

Aizen glared at him. “So is this really why you lured me here? Were you planning to seduce me and convince me not to attack Seireitei? Or were you going to make love to me and then kill me? What happened to you never wanting or needing to go back? Why now? Why now after I‘ve-” He stopped ranting and sighed, running a frustrated hand through his hair.

Urahara looked at him, tears still running down. “After you’ve what, Sousuke? After you left? You don’t give a damn about me, Sousuke! It was always only about the research and your own damn ambitions. You only offered me a place in Hueco Mundo because you don’t trust that fruity scientist Grantz! Besides, you are still pissed that I got all the credit for creating that mod soul.”

Aizen looked at him gape-mouthed. He pointed a shaky finger in Urahara’s face. “You know that isn’t true,” He hissed angrily, his eyes darkening further. “You fucking left me behind, Kisuke! See, this is exactly the shit I’m talking about. You can’t own up to your own mistakes. We were both scientists! We both did the research! And I would have owned up to my part of it! I would have,” He whispered sadly, looking into Urahara’s eyes.

Urahara shook his head, wiping away tears. “Would have, could have, should have, but didn’t. You didn’t stand up for me, you didn’t admit anything! You let the council shit on me and didn’t say not one word!”

“What could I have done at that time? I wasn’t even a captain then, and Shinji knew something was going on! I was in the middle of my hollow research! I told you to not be so overzealous! I told you to be careful and you weren’t!”

Urahara turned to him, red-faced. “I never put my research before you. Never.”

Aizen swallowed the lump in his own throat. “You are absolutely right. You never put your research before me. But you put Yoruichi before me. You put Hiyori before me. You…you…” Aizen trailed off, not trusting his next words.

Urahara stared at him. “You wouldn’t have come even if I’d asked you to.”

Aizen’s nostrils flared. “How do you know that? Did you ever ask me? Did you ever ask me how I felt about you being exiled? No, you, four eyes and Catwoman just bounced and left me flat. You can’t come talk to me, but so quickly once I’ve gone you will go run back to the Seireitei and hide behind Yamamoto’s skirt, despite what that old bastard does. You know he doesn’t give a damn about you, Kisuke. Do you really think it will be better there now? It’s worse!! He doesn’t care about any of them! Do you know he refused to punish Kurosuchi for raping his own lieutenant? Don’t you realize the hell you are about to return to?”

“YES, I KNOW! I’M GOING BACK TO KILL HIM!!” Urahara screamed, wrenching himself from Aizen’s lap. He stumbled over to the window, chest on fire. Aizen watched him for a moment and stood.

“Just leave,” Urahara mumbled, burying his head in his forearm. He sobbed even harder when he felt Aizen behind him, holding him around the waist.

“Sousuke,” He whispered, turning around to give him another passionate kiss.

“Why are you going back? Kurotsuchi is no longer your responsibility, and hasn’t been for awhile.”

Urahara sighed and pulled away. “Kurosaki-chan and Kuchiki-san came to ask me to be a champion for the Quincy.”

Aizen thought for a moment and looked at him coldly. “An offer you couldn’t refuse? What was your incentive? Byakuya? Ichigo? Shinji?” The jealousy in his voice was heavy.

Urahara felt a drop of sweat run down his back. The years had done nothing but improved his lover’s instincts. “No. I requested Lisa and Hiyori. When I defeat Kurotsuchi the division will be mine again, and Hiyori was the only second I ever had. I’m fond of her, just like you are of Ichimaru-san.” He chuckled at the face Aizen made. “And also, Hirako-san probably won’t let them come without all of them coming with.”

Aizen nodded and sat back down on the futon. “So you were planning on all of the Vizards to come back with you. Were you thinking of me when you hatched this plan?” Urahara shook his head. “Wow. Well, you have actually done me a favor. I had been meaning to talk to Shin-kun. To…apologize,” He said with a wry smile. Urahara shook his head again and joined him on the futon.

“Talking to Shinji would be a bad idea. You could say you ruined his life.”

Aizen’s eyes blazed. “You could also say I turned him and those other brats into fucking gods.”

Urahara would not back down. “Only because you were too scared to turn yourself into one.”

Aizen laughed. “Me, scared? When has Lucifer ever been scared? Not even when he was dropped from heaven was he scared.”

Urahara smiled. “Would you say in my case that Paradise was lost?”

Aizen shook his head. “Not lost. Usurped, I think, would be more intelligible. But then, when were we in paradise?”

Urahara gave him a sultry look. “When I was inside of you, that was paradise for me,” He murmured, nuzzling Aizen’s tender neck. He smiled at the breathy sigh he heard and began kissing Aizen again, slowly around his jaw and neck before coming to his lips again.

Aizen returned the sweet kisses, the blood in his gigai obviously pooling around his crotch. His anger had quickly subsided, and he almost had to chuckle at his lover wanting to run and go play hero, and so boldly at that. Usually Urahara did his business in the shadows, using those around him as pawns to be strategically placed as needed. Aizen learned many of his current manipulative ways from him.

“I want you, Kisuke. I want to feel you,” Aizen whispered hoarsely, kissing the man deeply, wantonly. “I want you, but I can’t do this. Not now, not with you going back to them.” Aizen reluctantly pulled away, avoiding the hurt blue eyes that watched him.

“I understand. You think this was a plot against you, don’t you?” Urahara said, his hands dropping in his lap. “After all these years, you don’t trust that I’m on your side.”

“It’s because you aren’t. I wouldn’t call you neutral, but you sure as hell aren’t on my side,” Aizen retorted, standing. He ran a hand though his hair and looked into Urahara’s face. It was still smooth and beautiful, unchanged by time. He briefly remembered a time being with Ukitake that after the men had sex, Ukitake had mentioned that Aizen and Urahara reminded him much of himself and Kyoraku. Aizen didn’t know what to make of that comment then, and still didn’t know now. It could have meant a number of things, both good and bad. All he knew was that if he didn’t leave then, he’d never go back to Hueco Mundo.

Urahara looked saddened. “You honestly believe I don’t have your best interests at heart? Who told you about Kurotsuchi?”

“I have spies still in Seireitei. You know that.” Aizen buttoned his jacket and sighed, an apology threatening to leave his mouth. Each step he walked to the door was labored, and he desperately wanted Urahara to run after him and stop him, but those thoughts were totally in vain. Urahara would no more run after him than he would to him.

“Good bye, Sousuke.” The small hurt voice carried over to him, and it was enough to make him lose all resolve. Aizen walked quickly back over to him and pulled him up in his arms, holding him tightly against his chest. They stood, embracing each other for what seemed like hours, their hearts beating against each other.

“I just need to know, the only reason you are going back is to kill Kurotsuchi, right?”

Urahara smiled at the vulnerability in Aizen’s voice. It was tragically endearing, a constant reminder as to why their relationship was so conditional. “Yes, Sousuke-koi. I’m on your side, whether you believe me or not. But I will never follow you or anyone else blindly. You have Ichimaru-san for that.”

Aizen’s jaw clicked and he pulled away from Urahara. The man was right. He needed that blind adoration and faith, and that was something that Urahara couldn’t and wouldn’t give to him. It was both something that was thrilling and painful at the same time, that Urahara refused to submit totally to him, and that is where they and Ukitake and Kyoraku paralleled each other. If but for a slight change in character, they could have been two of the happiest couples to ever stride through Seireitei, but there was that emotional 4th wall, the one that was made from adamantium, the one that burned hotter than the fires of Hell.

“We could have been happy, Kisuke.”

Urahara nodded. “You would have been happy, and I’d be placated. That’s not enough for me.”

Aizen licked his lips and smirked. “I’m not enough for you?”

Urahara boldly closed the space between them and ran a hand lightly over Aizen’s crotch. “Sometimes too much,” He whispered, his eyes sparkling. He continued to play with Aizen through the material, staring into his eyes the whole time.

“Are you going to make me cum, Kisuke?” Aizen’s voice was now light and breathy, his chest starting to heave a bit. He heard the zipper of the pants lower, and looked down to see his lover running a finger over his swollen dick. The head was shiny and dark, raging for attention. The finger was replaced by a tongue, making Aizen shudder violently. Part of him wanted to fuck Urahara’s mouth relentlessly, taking out some of his aggression in a most satisfying way, but he could do that with Gin anytime. He did work his fingers into golden curls and gently guide the man over his swollen need, thrusting his hips slightly into the eager mouth.

Urahara licked and sucked, knowing the best spots to tease his beloved. His tongue danced over the slit, making a lusty moan spring free from Aizen’s mouth. He played with him, treasuring each pearly drop that fell from the rigid shaft. His chin was already partially covered with salty cum, and like a wild animal with it’s first taste of blood, he wanted more. Aizen’s head was tilted to the ceiling, his eyes closed. He wanted this, he wanted Urahara so badly, he had been aching for days. This is what they did. They would hurt each other with their words, and through joining their bodies, they healed their emotional wounds.

“Yes, Kisuke, yesss…” He hissed, feeling himself close to orgasm. He bucked a little harder into the wetness, biting his lower lip. Urahara deep throated him, the only man he had ever done that for, and on the second time the cock his the back of his throat, he felt Aizen’s fingers tighten in his hair, and tasted the thick, salty loads that were blown into his mouth. It took Urahara swallowing twice to clear out his mouth, and some of the cum even managed to slip out the corners of his mouth. Aizen’s heart was thumping in his ears, and he removed his thickness from his lover with a wet sounding noise.

Urahara lay back on the tatami in the living room, giving Aizen serious bedroom eyes. Aizen couldn’t help but be a combination between being amused and turned on.

“Is this the part where I make love to you?”

Urahara smirked and whisked out of his clothing. “No. This is the part where you watch me make love to myself.” Aizen’s eyes gaped as he watched a finger dip into some of the leftover cum on a cheek and watched the strong legs part and that creamy finger play with the pink puckered hole, and he was nearly undone again when he heard that moan, that growl from Urahara’s mouth. With his other hand, Urahara teased his nipples, throwing his head back as he added another finger.

“Kisuke…ohhhmmm fuck,” Urahara moaned, whispering his own name. He moved his fingers deeper inside of him, making Aizen swallow, even though his mouth was dry. Hundreds of times he had asked and forced Gin to play with himself, and even though it was hot and sexy, it had never made him to what he did next.

“Let me fuck you, Kisuke. Please.” The request came strangled and garbled, and Urahara smiled wordlessly, still playing with his asshole. Aizen quickly undressed, erect again. He joined Urahara on the floor and removed the fingers, opting to use his tongue to lube the area. He heard a shriek and then a moan when his tongue pushed past the ring of muscle, and caressed the strong thighs when they threatened to close around his head. He licked Urahara thoroughly and then withdrew, holding his cock in his hand.

“Say you want it.”

“Ohhh…Sousuke-koi. I want you so bad…please fuck me…fuck me…fuck me,” Urahara whispered, sucking on his own fingers. Aizen smiled and entered in one thrust, making the man’s eyes widen. Then, pulling out so that only the head was still in him, he thrust back in, making Urahara whine again. Aizen lifted one of the muscled legs and put it over his shoulder, giving him deeper access. He caught a rhythm and started thrusting faster, pinching and rolling Urahara’s nipples between his fingers. The former scientist moaned and wailed, the tatami creaking below them. Aizen grabbed the neglected length and started pumping savagely, wanting his lover to cum in his hand. He leaned over him, their tongues playing with each other before Urahara lost and allowed Aizen to kiss him deeply.

Urahara moaned, his eyes rolling in his head. Of course Aizen was the best lover he had ever had, and part of him was constantly thinking of stealing to Hueco Mundo to be one of his favorite whores. He couldn’t lower himself to that, just like Aizen couldn’t totally commit to him. It was a subject best not thought of. He clenched his bowels, concentrating on his impending orgasm. It was mere moments before his sticky heat covered Aizen’s hand and also some landed on his chest. He watched the brown haired man lick his seed off of his hand, swallowing the taste down. He felt the warmth of the semen invading his lower half, and smelled the sweat of his lover when he fell over him in exhaustion. He wrapped his arms around Aizen, content to have him lay there on the dirty tatami mat, stroking the muscular back lovingly.

“I have to leave.” Aizen’s voice was filled with regret and sadness, and Urahara kissed him passionately, understanding. He put his thin shorts back on and stood, arranging Aizen’s suit to look respectable again.

“Who told you about Kurotsuchi? Specifically,” Urahara added, fixing the lime green handkerchief. Aizen looked at him and kissed him lovingly.

“You could easily figure that one out. He has a motive, just like you do, although his is much, much more clouded than yours.” He kissed Urahara again and left, secretly glad that Urahara’s return to the Seireitei was for personal reasons, not for a genuine concern of Yamamoto. He turned toward the Vizard’s warehouse on the edge of town, but sensed a familiar reiatsu. He smirked. No need for both he and Ichigo to talk to them at the same time. It would be easier to attack within the walls of the Seireitei. He looked up at the black line opening in the sky, and sighed when the yellow haze was cast on him.

“Thank you, Schiffer Ulquiorra. I’m glad you were paying attention.”

The fourth espada nodded upon seeing his master back into Hueco Mundo. He assisted Aizen in removing the soul candy, and gathered the suited gigai in his arms as he watched his master walk back to his own quarters, and the lack of confidence in his walk was definitely something Ulquiorra noticed, but didn’t comment on. Any time Aizen-sama visited the man in the hat, he always came back sad, and it was best to just stay away.




A/N: Plot development a plenty soon.