Cherry Lips

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Some readers who follow my other stories may have noticed that the chapters are longer. I intend to keep them this way because it makes the story flow a lot better and I plan to put a lot more detail in Cherry Lips then I usually put into my stories.

Beta’d by WarriorNun- thank you darling! And quit giving me plot bunnies, damn it.

Cherry Lips: Chapter 3

Classes were very stressful for Ichigo that week, which was understandable. He tried to concentrate on his studies but his mind kept going back to Aizen and their next date. His friends were worried about him and Renji had started talking about ways of ‘dealing’ with Aizen that kind of freaked him out.

“Kuchiki-san would agree with me! That man needs to be taken out before he hurts you!!!”

“Stop being ridiculous, Renji.” Ichigo grumbled and slumped over the table where he was trying to do his homework. “I’m sure that the bastard will not ask me on another date after this one, especially when he knows I’m not going to put out. And Byakuya wouldn’t help you anyway.”

“Byakuya is as protective of you as Rukia is, you know that. And besides, what if he tries to make you!?” Renji slammed his fists on the table and his face turned red in a way that would look comical if it wasn’t for the seriousness of their discussion.

“He’s had plenty of opportunities to do so and he hasn’t.”

“But still!”

“Renji, I appreciate your concern, but none of this is helping me.”

“Sorry, sorry.” Renji mumbled and draped his torso against Ichigo’s back. “Hopefully this date will be the last one.”

“Tch.” Ichigo shrugged Renji off and stood, stretching his hands above his head and going to the kitchen to make some tea. “Of course it will be…what would a guy like Aizen see in me anyway?”

“Yeah, what would he…” Renji mumbled to himself and stared after Ichigo who wasn’t listening. He stepped up behind Ichigo who was filling the kettle with water. He wrapped his arms around the smaller man and inhaled his hair.

“You’re such a dork, Renji.” Ichigo said and pushed the other boy away. Renji gave a feeble smile and stepped away.

“Takes one to know one.”

“Shut up.” Ichigo grumbled.

His cell phone vibrated in his pocket and his heart began to beat a little faster. He gulped and looked at the number which he didn’t recognize. Aizen. Despite his anxiety he tried to answer it cheerfully. “Yo, Zangetsu speaking.”

“Hello, Ichigo-kun, this is Sousuke.”

Ichigo gulped again.

“Oh, hi Sousuke-san, I was wondering when you were going to call.”

Aizen chuckled and Ichigo glared at Renji who was miming shooting somebody. “The play showing is The Love Suicides at Amijima, are you still available to go?”

No! “Yeah, sure. What time is it at?”

“Seven, but I’ll pick you up at five for dinner. Dress formally, but there is no need for a kimono.”

“Alright, that sounds great.” There was a slight silence and Ichigo hurried to fill it. “Well I’ll see you then-”

“Are you busy?” Aizen asked, sounding far too amused.

“Er, no, not really…”

“How has school been?”

Was Aizen making…small talk?

“It was okay I guess…”

“You guess?”

Damn it, the bastard knew that this was uncomfortable for Ichigo.

“Finals aren’t for a couple of months so the workload isn’t too bad.”

“Hm.”

“How has your work been?” Ichigo shot back and scowled when Aizen laughed.

“It’s fine, although my mind has been a little preoccupied with a certain berry.”

“Don’t call me that.” Ichigo muttered and Renji elbowed him lightly, shaking his head frantically.

“Oh?” Thankfully Aizen seemed more amused then angry. “Would you rather I called you Ichigo-chan?”

“Just Ichigo is fine.” His face heated up slightly and he turned away from Renji so the red head wouldn’t see his reaction. “But I really need to go over this class work so…”

“I understand…I’ll call you later.”

“Later, Sousuke-san.”

“Just Sousuke is fine.”

Ichigo bit his lip to keep from snapping at the man who turned his own words against him and wondered why Aizen got to him so much.

“Night.”

“Sweet dreams, Ichigo.”

With that, the Yakuza hung up. Ichigo’s eye twitched as he fought not to break the device that had aided Aizen in contacting him.

“Er…there’s still a chance he really doesn’t like you. Maybe he’s just being charming so that he can-”

“Fuck me?”

Renji winced and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “It’s just a date, right? And girls don’t always put out so quickly…so he can’t expect you to do anything like THAT.”

“When has that ever stopped a guy from trying to get some?” Ichigo asked with a sigh and took a sip of his scolding hot tea, wincing slightly. “And what am I going to wear!?”

Renji eyed Ichigo and smirked. “You’re sounding more and more like a woman every day.”

The red head suffered mild burns from where Ichigo dumped his tea over him.

Orihime unfortunately didn’t have any sort of clothing that would be appropriate for the fancy date, so Ichigo had to turn to a different source. Someone whom he NEVER wanted to ask a favor from…

Ishida Uryuu. The freak had some sort of fetish for women’s clothing and Ichigo knew that he would jump at the chance to clothe Ichigo.

…

“You will wear the corset.” Ishida said and frowned at Ichigo. The orange haired man knew that it would turn out like this and he was one under garment away from screaming.

“No, I won’t.”

“You may have a petite body, but with this dress, curves are a must!” Ishida pushed his glasses up his nose as he continued to glare heatedly. “A corset will give you those curves!”

“Just pick a different dress!”

“No!” Ishida glanced meaningfully at their friend Chad who stepped behind Ichigo. “Very well, then we shall have to use brute force. For your own good.”

Ichigo yelped as his wrists were encircled by large, dark hands and his shirt was unceremoniously pulled over his head. “This isn’t necessary you guys!”

“I disagree, Kurosaki.” A gleam appeared in Ishida’s eyes as Ichigo’s pants were tugged off (to reveal his lion-print boxers) and held up the black lacy corset. “Hold him still, Sado.”

“Hm.” Chad grunted in agreement and held Ichigo’s hands above his head so he was stretched to accommodate Ishida.

“Hold still, Kurosaki, this won’t hurt a bit.”

Chad turned Ichigo around so that the slim man was facing him and Ishida took the opportunity to wrap the corset around him. Ichigo gasped for breath as the sadist yanked on the string and it tightened uncomfortably around his middle. “Ouch!”

“Don’t be a baby Kurosaki.” Another sharp tug.

“Let me go, Sado!” Ichigo yelled and tried to squirm away from the tall man.

“This is something that needs to be done.” Chad said calmly, but Ichigo could see the small amusement in his eyes.

“I’ll agree to the dress, just not the corset!”

“Almost…done!” Ishida tied the lacing and stepped back to admire his work. “Very nice. Now change into the dress and I’ll make sure it fits correctly. And wear the underwear!” Ishida delicately handed the dress to Ichigo who grumbled and changed into it.

“Very nice, Kurosaki.” Ishida commented and pushed his glasses up his nose as he admired Ichigo.

Ichigo scowled and tugged on the dress which seemed far too short to him. The dark purple flattered his skin tone and his hair while not seeming as ‘bland’ as black. It wasn’t a v-neck so there wasn’t any problems with disguising his lack of bust and it had slightly off the shoulder sleeves to hide the higher neck line.

“It’s too tight.” Ichigo said in irritation and tugged at the clingy fabric again.

“No it’s not. As long as you don’t get –ahem- excited, then you should be fine.”

“That’s not going to be a problem.” Ichigo muttered and looked at himself in the mirror, turning this way and that to make sure that nothing manly showed. “Thanks again for this Ishida.”

“That’s Ishida-kun to you.” Ishida glared slightly and smoothed the wrinkles free from where Ichigo had messed it up. “It looks like only small adjustments need to be made because you don’t really have chest…” Ishida trailed off and began to talk quietly to himself as he fussed with the dress. “I’ll have it ready by tomorrow.”

“Thanks.” Ichigo said again and began to strip the dress above his head, frowning when Ishida gave an indignant squawk.

“Change in the other room!”

“We’re all guys.” Ichigo said and frowned.

Ishida blinked and cocked his head to the side. “Hmph. That is something easy to ignore.”

“Shut up!” Ichigo threw the dress at him and turned around, bracing his hands on the wall. “Now get me out of this stupid thing.”

…

Like before, the night of the date came far too soon for Ichigo. He went over to Rukia’s to change (the petite girl enjoyed tightening his corset a little too much) and Orihime did his hair.

“Ichigo…” Rukia said, frowning at him for some reason as she tugged at his ear lobe. “Your ears aren’t pierced.”

“So..?”

“With this kind of dress and formal wear, you have to wear earrings!”

She rushed into the next room and Ichigo was left staring after her with a rather foreboding feeling. He was right to feel so, because she came back with an ice cube and a needle.

“No way!!!”

“Um, Kurosaki-kun, I think that it’s a good idea…” Orihime blushed and looked to the side.

“You aren’t scared, are you Ichigo?” Rukia smirked, knowing that her question would burn Ichigo’s pride.

“Fuck no!”

“Then what’s the problem?”

Ichigo said nothing and looked from the needle to Rukia’s face. “Fine.”

“Good! This will barely even hurt.”

It did hurt. It made his whole ear burn and Rukia- the bitch- didn’t even give him a second to recover before she did the other ear. “There!” She said proudly as she pushed the hoop earrings into the holes and absent-mindedly wiped away the small beads of blood. “Give it a few minutes and you won’t even notice.”

She wasn’t just a bitch, she was a lying bitch. At least the redness went away before Aizen came to pick him up.

“You look even more beautiful than usual, if that is possible.” Aizen said charmingly and pressed a kiss to the back of his hand. Even the driver, Jeagerjaques, seemed to be looking at Ichigo out of the corner of his eye.

“Thank you, Sousuke-san.” Ichigo murmured and slid into the back seat of the car, cursing that his dress slid up to reveal a few more inches of his thigh. And the bastard Aizen just happened to notice, without bothering to hide the appreciation in his eye.

“Your skin looks so soft.” Aizen reached out and caressed his knee slightly, making Ichigo shiver as a tingle went down his spine and shift away casually.

“Sousuke-san…” Ichigo turned red and looked away from the brown eyes that were staring at him without blinking. Ichigo bit his lower lip at the uncomfortable situation and searched his mind for a suitable distraction. “Where are we going to be eating?”

“There’s a small Italian restaurant near the theater that shouldn’t be crowded. We have reservations for 5:30.”

Italian food actually sounded kind of good. Ichigo mentally hit himself for thinking anything about this ‘date’ to be good, but none the less he couldn’t help looking forward to the meal. Maybe if he pretended that Aizen was just a friend he would be able to enjoy himself.

Ichigo ordered the Pollo Marsala and once again tried to ignore the way Aizen casually brushed against his hand. Although Ichigo thought of Aizen as a cold person, his hand was surprisingly warm and not at all clammy. But that didn’t mean he liked the way Aizen traced patterns on the back of his hand or brushed his thumb over Ichigo’s knuckles.

Dinner was good, as Ichigo knew it would be, and the conversation was reasonably pleasant despite Aizen being slightly touchy-feely. Aizen’s intelligence shined through, but not in a way that it seemed like he was insulting Ichigo’s own intelligence.

The play turned out to be a nice experience as well. Perhaps because it reminded Ichigo a little of Romeo and Juliet, or maybe because he never really indulged in things like that so it made it even more enjoyable.

“I had a nice time tonight.” Ichigo told Aizen as they drove back to Rukia’s apartment.

“I’m glad that you were here to enjoy it with me.” Aizen casually laid his arm over Ichigo’s shoulders and pulled him a little closer. Ichigo froze as fingers caressed his bare arm.

“Umm…”

“There’s no need to be nervous.” Aizen whispered into Ichigo’s ear, sending a warm tickle down his neck that made Ichigo tense. The car stopped in front of the apartments and Grimmjow got out of the car, but didn’t open the door for them, leaving the two alone.

“I-I should go.” Ichigo stammered and reached for the handle but Aizen braced his hand against the window and scooted closer so he was towering over the younger man.

“There’s no need to hurry.” Aizen’s brown eyes gazed into Ichigo’s and he reached his hand up to cup Ichigo’s chin. “Just relax.”

“Wait-”

Soft lips covered Ichigo’s and he jerked back a little in shock. Aizen was kissing him. What should he do!?

Ichigo inhaled sharply as Aizen’s large, broad body pressed over him and his head was tilted to deepen the kiss.

“Ngh…”

Kissing a man wasn’t all that different from kissing a woman, except this way he was completely dominated and not able to control the kiss. Ichigo tried to pull his head away, but Aizen just followed and even began to push the hand that was resting on his knee up his thigh.

Ichigo recoiled violently and gasped for breath. He could feel Aizen smirking against his neck, but the hand pulled away and Aizen gave him some space.

As Ichigo caught his breath and tried to think of a safe way out of this situation, Aizen smoothed out his slightly ruffled hair and adjusted his pants. “Still too fast?” Aizen asked and Ichigo shot him a slightly dirty look that made the man chuckle. “Come with me to the Hachioji Matsuri.” It wasn’t a question.

Ichigo hesitated for a moment and Aizen began to lean in again for another kiss. “Alright!” He didn’t quite shout it, but he did say it rather aggressively. “I have to go now…”

“Yes, of course. I’ll call you.”

Ichigo nodded a little feebly and exited the car on wobbly legs, ignoring Jeagerjaques’ raised eyebrow at his appearance. As he walked up the steps to Rukia’s apartment, he realized two things. One, Aizen knew he didn’t want to date the man and manipulated Ichigo into accepting another date to stop his advances.

And two- he was hard.

He was lucky that neither Aizen nor his driver had noticed in the dark that his dress was bulging and messed up slightly, but either of them could have attributed that to the molestation that was just delivered on his person. But the fact that he was hard was more of a cause for concern for Ichigo. Granted he was young and male so it took barely any stimulation to get him this way, but he was barely even touched or kissed.

Ichigo really didn’t want to be attracted to the smooth, handsome Yakuza man. For one, he was male. Another…he was Yakuza. And charming. Which was even more dangerous then a Yakuza who was the epitome of all things delinquent. He didn’t want to entertain thoughts of attraction to Aizen, but that didn’t mean he denied that Aizen was attractive.

Somehow, he ended up with another date with the man who he didn’t want to be dating and he was hiding a rather important secret from. One that could get him killed if he wasn’t careful.

He was so screwed.

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Here is a general timeline for readers who want to know. From what I’ve read about Japanese colleges, there are two semesters each year for a term: From April to September, and from September to March. The start of this story took place at the end of July, and on August first is the Hachioji Matsuri (festival).

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