Crude Belonging

When he awoke his whole body felt stiff and sore, from the side of his face to the lower part of his backside. It was also cold, lying naked upon the cover of the bed with no source of warmth. For a long time he just lay there, memory of what had happened replaying within his mind. Those rough touches, his own response and... Ichigo felt disgusted with himself, at the weakness he felt and the brush of fear against his heart. Somewhere within his mind he could feel his inner dark fume with anger, whispering not so kind names and callings. This was all a big fiasco, if he'd ever known any.

Finally fed up with contemplating things he forced his body out of bed, swinging legs over the edge and flinching as pain radiated up his spine from the sudden movement. He shuddered as something trickled out of him, feeling his stomach twist brutally. He felt sick. Wrapping the sheet around him he stood and headed into the bathroom, taking another shower. The warm water felt good, easing his aching muscles and he relaxed. Face tilting upwards, mouth hanging open to catch some water. Swallowing it, not caring that it was warm.

He washed clean, fingers shaking as they dipped between his cheeks and scrubbed his backside clean. Stickiness clung to him, taking a moment to get off. It was sore but felt better, not as bad as his nose which ached furiously in his face. Ichigo could imagine he had a nice, dark bruise in his face. There was no way to know, the whole place lacking mirrors or reflecting surfaces. Going over the rest of his body he found fingerprints around his hip area, dark and irritated. A few more visible then others.

This was sick.

Having dried off he found that his shinigami outfit was gone and the bed was made. No sign of any blood anywhere in the room, this freaked him out a little. Wondering how he could've missed that someone entered the small place while he was showering. Even the dirty sheet he'd dropped on the bathroom floor was gone, meaning someone must have seen him showering. He couldn't help but flush in embarrassment.

With a sour expression he slipped into the white and black outfit hanging in the closet, the material was surprisingly soft and comfortable, and buttoned up. It sat like a second skin across his chest, the collar pressed uncomfortably against his neck and all in all the whole piece covered him completely except for his hands and head. There was a pair of sandals he slipped on, preferring them to walking around with bare feet against the cold floor. He could catch a cold. God forbid, he thought with sarcasm.

Walking over to the window he looked outside, a seemingly endless desert stretched out beneath the window. Looking like an ocean of sand. It was depressing to look at.

The door clicked open behind him and he turned around, finding himself staring at Ichimaru Gin again. His fingers itched to punch that smirk off his face once and for all, but instead he clenced his jaw and turned around, keeping silent. Lips forming a stubborn, straight line, brown eyes narrowing. Somewhere in the back of his mind he felt the hollow shift, itching for some blood and pain. This however was a former captain, not some rookie shinigami and he still missed Zangetsu.

"Ohayo, Ichigo-kun" the other purred and slid inside, keeping close to the exit. "You look a little worse for wear today, though I must say that outfit really brings out your eyes." the smirk widen further, something the red head had almost thought impossible. The other seemed disappointed that there was no come back, sighing in disappointment and stepped aside. Leaving the door ajar, letting his back face Ichigo. His heart sped up, mind buzzing. Eyes darting to the taller male, to the door and then back to the other again. What was this?

"I usually have some fun with every fresh catch we get here Ichigo-kun" he hated the others use of his name, biting his lip to hold back a growl "but it seems I won't be allowed to play with you. It's saddening. So, we'll do this instead. If you are still here when I turn around, I will kill you. If I catch you within five minutes, I will kill you. If I catch you within ten, I will take both your legs. If I catch you within fifteen minutes I take your arms. Do you understand this game yet Ichigo?"

The reiatsu inside the room flared, the teen could easily distinguish excitement and even a touch of lust within the heavy force pressing against him. It wasn't hard to understand, the other would chase him and hurt him when he caught up. Reward would only be less pain. How could he not understand? His legs shook, quivered lightly.

"How long must I stay away for you to not touch me at all?"

A brief silence.

"Hmm, you'll just have to take a chance Ichigo-kun, and wing it."

He didn't need much more then that and within the next heartbeat he was out through the door, using shunpo to move as far away from the other as possible. It was tricky, the teen unused to the twisting and turning corridors which forced him to pause and stop many times. Finally happy he slipped out of the ability, pulling all of his reiatsu to him in an effort to hide. Somewhere behind him he could feel the other's reiatsu as he moved in on him. His heart thundered inside his chest, it hadn't even been a minute yet! And he took off again, running like a mouse in a labyrinth with no idea where he was going.

The stress was starting to get to him, adrenaline having pumped through his blood for a long time now as he'd been hunted through the white hallways. There was no way to tell how long time had passed since he'd left the room, it all seemed like an eternity but he realized it could also be five minutes. His sense of direction and time was off, sweat trickled down the sides of his face as he paused behind a corner and rested for a moment. A while ago the threatening reiatsu of the former captain had disappeared, probably concealed like his own and probably done so better.

It was hard, trying to hold in his massive energy while fear threatened to break his hold. It was a frail hold.

Hearing something behind him he shot forward, straight into a fist connecting with his stomach. With a muffled groan he fell backwards, onto the floor. Grinding teeth while trying to handle the pain, finally it left and he looked up to see the smirking face of Gin. The foxy face looked like it'd hit jackpot, a tongue peeking out between thin lips to lick them. Ichigo felt his own lips dry and mimicked the action.

"How fun this is, breaking people's hope. Let's see, it took me twenty four minutes and sixteen second to catch you. This means I get an eye for my efforts, how nice..."

Ichigo swallowed, blood running cold.

"I told you that he's off limits Ichimaru" the familiar voice of his captor was heard, and a shadow fell across the floor from behind him. Twisting his head he saw Aizen towering over him, cooly holding the other shinigamis eyes. After a tense silence there was a disappointed sigh, and he was pulled to his feet by Gin who also patted his shoulder. Smirking.

"Looks like we're stolen of our time together again Ichigo-kun. A good game though, thank you and good bye. For now..."

Then he sauntered away, totally ignoring the two of them like he couldn't care less. The only small sigh that he did was the glare sent across his shoulder, eyes lingering on their forms until he turned around a corner.

A heavy hand landed on his shoulder, the same place that the other had just touched, and he flinched. Brown eyes looking up to meet the other, seeing no trace of any emotion or feeling. The other was guarded, and he wished he could be the same whilst knowing that his eyes were like an open book to what he was feeling. Fingers tightened, gripping painfully and digging into his shoulder. He gasped, finding himself pushed down to his knees. The incredible power of the other flaring and brushing against him, willing him into submission.

"You bastard" he hissed, throwing head backwards until it connected with a wall. It hurt, but not as much as the fingers now threatening to rip through his muscle.

"I thought we went over this Ichigo, how you will address me. Or do you need to be reminded?"

The grip loosened, fading into a firm hold. A thumb running over the brutalized skin beneath the white cloth. The red head bowed his head, focusing on the floor instead of the crotch just in front of his face. The hold shifted, fingers threading into his hair and gripped it softly. Tugging his head forward until it pressed firmly against the other's thigh, pushing into the soft material of the others lap. Aizen rubbed himself against his face, pressing a growing erection through cloth against his face. Ichigo grunted, disgusted, and struggled to pull away. Hands pressing against the strong thighs. Digging into muscle.

The other took half a step back, still holding him close.

"Stop struggling Ichigo, or I'll make you..." the threat sent a shiver down his body. Ichigo forced himself to relax, yet kept his hands against the other. If only to support himself. "Now, take it out and suck it Ichigo" Fingers kneaded against his skull as shaking fingers fumbled with the others outfit, parting folds of cloth to finally touch the hard shaft residing behind them. With quivering breath he pulled out the others arousal, eyes shutting as he touched it. Feeling warmth radiate into his face, tempting. An impatient growl had him returning to his senses. Large eyes looked up, catching sight of a gaze burning with want and lust. The hand pulled him closer, forcing his face in contact with the twitching shaft.

A violent tug of his hair had him yelp, tears forming in his eyes, before he finally wrapped lips around the straining member. Careful to keep his teeth away. The other pushed in, causing him to choke and pull back. Unused to the feeling. Shutting his eyes Ichigo tried again, once more leaning forwards. This time he held the hips still, pushing down and up on the shaft. Warmth spread over his face, down his neck and body. In a try he pressed a tongue against the other, caressing all the way up to the head and across it. Massaging lightly. A heavy groan came from above him, fingers tightening in his hair yet refrained from hurting him.

Up and down. He sucked, hard and soft. Ignoring the thought of what it was he had in his mouth from lingering too long. Opening his eyes he realized he was hard himself, uncomfortably so as it strained against the tight outfit. He shifted, hot and bothered. Just finish this quick. He sped up, sucking and tonguing furiously. Hollowing his cheeks, more. More.

"Enough!"

With a growl the other tugged him away, throwing him against the wall. He groaned but had no more time to take in any pain for he was pulled up to his feet and pressed against the wall, face first. Hands making short work of his pants, tugging them down to his ankles. A hand reached forward, finding his already hard arousal and fisted it. Causing the teen to moan wantonly. Then with little preparation the other entered him, and it hurt even though the other was slick from saliva. The other was quivering against him, thrusting and grinding him against the wall. Strong legs almost lifting him off the ground with each motion, each roll of hips. Gods.

"Say it, say... my name..."

The demand had his stomach twisting in pleasure for a reason he couldn't phantom at the moment. The other slid a thumb across his slit, hands gripping his hip. Slamming harder, once more demanding him to say the name. Growling heatedly across his back and up into his ear, sounding like a wild animal. Vibrating against his back.

"Sosuke, ah... Sosuke!" Ichigo came hard, his own hips pushing into the hand while ignoring the trickle of something against his inner thigh. The hand squeezed, milking him as he was fucked harder. A few more thrusts and the feeling of warmth flooded his senses, the sensation of the other spilling his seed deep within him had him gasping. A small, second orgasm following as his sac tightened and he threw his head back. Howling the other's name through the hallways, reiatsu exploding as the other's orgasm quivered within him.

For a moment they stood like that, sweaty and panting. Large hands held him, pulling his body up against a firm chest as a now limp member slid out of him. Semen running down his leg, probably mixed with blood. He shuddered.

"Good boy, you remember my name Ichigo. For you are mine now, not Gins or Rukias, or soul societies, or Isshins, but mine. The sooner you understand that, the better..."

Ichigo couldn't find it within him to reply, instead only hung his head to keep the other from seeing his hurt and shame. He stumbled as he was let go, knees weak, but bent and pulled up his pants. Holding them up with one hand. Warm fingers brushed against his face but he pulled away. A heavy silence followed, where Aizen just watched him silently. Tracing the lines of the teens face.

"Come, I'll take you back to your rooms now."




Ohh, Aizen you evil man *snickers*