Tales of a Broken Society

Title: Perfection
Subtitle: Gentle Perfection
Fandom: Bleach
Club/Contest: Drawn From a Hat
Pairing Number: 3
Pairing: Aizen/Hanatarou
Category: Smut
Word count: 2,287
Requested by: StormRaven
AN: Smut! *does happy dances* I hope you enjoy and review. Yes? Pretty reviews are loved on. Oh, while I’m thinking about this, when I have them, updates will come on Wednesdays.

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I do read them, but since I’ve gotten poked at, I’m thinking I’ll respond to all reviews in the forums for now on. *licks everyone* I’ll leave a link there if I do.

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It had amazed him just how easily the little healer had joined them. There was still a week before the others were to arrive, but little Hanatarou, seventh seat of the 4th division had arrived early. Aizen was curious as to why he had come early but wasn’t willing to ask the rather skittish male before him, especially in front of his men.

“Hanatorou-san,” Aizen greeted softly, “welcome to Hueco Mundo. I wasn’t expecting you, but I am glad you are here. I do hope your trip was good and you didn’t have to wait long.” Soft doe eyes turned to him as lean, small hands clenched the back pack to a small chest.

“Yes, thank you, Aizen-sama,” Hanatarou replied quietly, bowing to him before looking around. “I hope that I’m not making a nuisance of myself.”

“No, you are not,” Aizen soothed, moving to stand next to his new guest. Placing his hand onto the small of the medics back, Aizen led his new healer into the castle and down a wing. “We actually just finished your quarters and the healing wing. I haven’t had the chance to set it up, but I hope you don’t mind doing so. This way things are as you want it. There will also be several fraccion under your command.”

He had to smile at the startled, bright eyed look from Hanatarou. It seemed as if the healer wasn’t expecting that. Wondering what Soul Society had done this time, Aizen promised himself that he would find out what was going on amongst the idiots to drive so many away and into his arms, so to speak.

“That’s fine. I thought you had a main healer though,” Hanatorus said, soft voice tinged with curiosity, pulling the over lord out of his thoughts, making him look down again. Stopping before a set of doors, Aizen shook his head, a smile dancing over his lips.

“No, unfortunately not. I do have healers who know what they are doing but none of my Espadas have shown the proper ability of healing,” Aizen explained, getting a nod from the small healer.

“I see,” Hanatarou hummed before the doors opened, Stark stepping through them.

“The stuff is here,” the lazy male drawled before slinking off with barely a look to the newest shinigami, leaving the two standing there, blinking.

“That was Stark, my first Espada. You’ll find that he doesn’t do much beyond sleep, but he is fiercly protective of those who he commands,” Aizen explained. Looking down again, he smiled, hiding the shiver of lust that went down his spin at the sight of a small finger stroking a plump bottom lip. “Shall we go inside and look around?”

“Please,” the healer replied, looking to the still opened doors. Walking inside, he was pleasantly surprised to find what could be considered a modern clinic.

The walls were a very soft blue color while privacy curtains hung from the ceiling and several doors led to private rooms and various store rooms that were full stocked. Aizen enjoyed the expressions that fluttered over the sweet face as Hanatarou looked around, occasionally muttering to himself. It was looking like the young medic liked the center. That pleased the ex-shinigami while bringing this thoughts back to why the male before him was here nearly a month early.

Moving from the doorway, he walked over to a smaller door, drawing Hanatarous attention to it.

“This is one entrance to your personal quarters. There are two visible doors and four not so visible doors to them and only I and, soon, you will know them,” Aizen explained, opening the door. He figured that it would be a good idea to talk with Hana about why he was there so early in his quarters.

Following the tiny mal down the short hallways and into the bedroom, Aizen made sure that the door was closed behind them. Watching Hanatarou look around the rather large room, occasionally twitching this or that as he walked, he moved over to a recess in the wall, drawing those sweet eyes to him again.

“I had privacy curtains installed in each room just in case someone comes by and you wish for them not to see your main sleeping area,” he explained, growing warm at the sweet smile that spread over the small face. “Hanatarou-san, can you tell my why you arrived here nearly a month early?” he asked, trying not to startle the small man as he sat down on a couch.

The medic looked a bit nervous as he sat down on the settee next to him. lean hands picked up one of the light green pillows next to him and he started to stroke over the fabric as he tried to figure out what to say without sounding like a coward.

“It’s gotten worse in the last few weeks for those who support Ichigo and his friends openly. It is not so bad for those who have the status or power, but for those who have neither, it makes it hard to do our work without having to resort to hiding in the tunnels,” Hanatarou started, sighing softly. Aizen blinked in surprise at that fact before he started to wonder why Ichigos friends and allies were being targeted.

“Was Ichigo-sans plans found out?” he asked, leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees. Hanatarou shook his head quickly, squeezing the pillow in his arms tightly.

“No, no. No one knows about them. At least not those who aren’t supposed to know,” the healer replied, looking to the man next to him with a dark frown. “Rather they blame him for you going bad and turning on Soul Society,” he explained, his voice soft.

“They’re trying to blame a very powerful shinigami, one who would have one the war for them , for me going bad?” the over lord asked, eyes alight with mirth.

“Pretty much,” was chirped, making Aizen burst out in laughter. “It was a big reason why Kurosaki-kun decided to join you.”

“Outside of seeing the corruption of them,” the large brunette purred, nearly smirking.

“I have a feeling…” Hanatarou hummed, standing up and checking the doors.

“A feeling?” Aizen asked, raising an eyebrow at the rather lusty look he got from the small medic.

“That I’m going to enjoy working for you,” was the sweet reply from Hanatarou as he moved back to the couch. “See, while I was in Soul Society, I was never allowed to be me, the real me that is. Yes, I’m naturally shy but I’m also very strong and have had to work twice as hard to get any where. Being the child of two taichos can do that to a person I suppose,” he continued. Sitting back down, he smiled shyly at Aizen.

“I never knew that. Who are your parents?” the older man asked after debating with himself. As he had said, he hadn’t heard anything about this before he knew quite a few things about the various families and clans.

“Well, Unohana is my mother and surprisingly enough, my father is Urahara. It was a short fling between them, about 50 years before he was banished,” the small male said, scooting closer to Aizen, who was blinking in surprise.

“Well, that’s an interesting development. But why did you go into the 4th when you could have gone into the 12th just as easily?” he asked, watching the lean body move closer. Oh, the little medic was flirting with him.

“I didn’t like the creepy ass who is now taicho,” was the reply. “As for me not being able to be me, outside of being the child of them, I had my clan rules to hold up. Not allowed random lovers, or more than 1. Not allowed to flirt or be loud or strong,” he said, sounding bitter near the end.

“But you’re free now,” Aizen purred as one hand reached up and tugged on short hair, getting a hiss from Hanatarou.

“Precisely,” the smaller of the two hummed, enjoying the tugging on his hair. “Of course, I never followed these rules. I had my lovers and my fun. I was just smart about it. I once played with Gin. That was fun, even if I did have to like about my limp,” he continued, moaning his words as Aizen set about nibbling on his neck.

“I’ve slept with Gin quiet a few times myself. He does know how to pleasure a partner,” Aizen mused, letting go of the slim neck before him. Smirking, the overlord picked up the lean body and tossed him over his shoulder, walking over to the bed and ignoring the squeaks of protest. Tossing Hanatarou down onto the bed, smirking at the rather disheveled look; hair falling around a lean face as dark eyes looked up through the bangs.

“What is going on through that devious mind of yours?” Hanatarou asked, watching as the bigger man kicked off his shoes and worked on loosening his hakama.

“Oh, I figured we’d both relax and indulge a bit,” Aizen purred, smirking at the flare of heat in Hanas eyes. Dropping his top to the floor, his hands dropping to his hakama, he raised an eyebrow. “So, am I going to have to drag your clothes off or are you going to undress yourself?” Hanatarou scrambled off the bed and stripped quickly, leaving his body bare. He was all lean muscle and hidden strength, surprising Aizen just a bit as his eyes trailed over slip hips and groin, smiling in appreciation of the length before him. “Very nice.”

“Thank you,” came the teasing reply as Hanatarou climbed back onto the bed, moving much like a feline. His pert ass swaying back and forth before him, Aizen had to growl as his hands pushed his hakama down before curling his fingers around his half hard prick, stroking it to full hardness. In the mean time, Hana dug around his bag, removing several small bottles and lining them up on the side table. Smirking at the well known bottles, the brunette leaned over the smaller male, breathing lightly into his ear.

“Now, I know you’re Uraharas child. Only one of his would carry around no less than three different types of lube,” he chuckled, watching goose bumps spread over Hanas lily white skin.

“I was taught by him on how to make my own slaves, gels oils and lubricants,” Hana purred in return, lust drenching his voice, making Aizen groan and run a hand over the ass before him. Feeling slip hips wiggle back into his hand, Aizen smirked as he reached over and chose a green tinted oil. Flipping the slight male over, he snickered at the squeak. Holding the bottle up, one thumb flipping the top open as dark eyes once more traveled over the others body.

Dripping the oil onto his fingers, he trailed the fingers of his free hand over the length that bobbed before him.

“I hope you don’t mind something quick and dirty. I don’t think we’d have as much time as we’d want,” Aizen said, his voice pleasant, almost like he wasn’t slowly wrapping his fingers around Hanatarous cock and drawing them upwards to tease the tip. He rather liked the shudder and arch he got when his other hand reached down, a finger sliding into velvet heat easily. His smirk turned predatory at the sounds of pleasure that he got, working finger in and out of the tiny entrance. A second and soon a third was pressed into the lithe body, all the while, the sounds he got was pure encouragement.

Pulling his fingers out with a wet pop, Aizen shifted his bed partner and lifted his hips up, teasing the stretched entrance with the tip of his cock. Watching as Hana twitching his hips in his hands, the brunette finally pushed inside, lips pulling back in a pleasure snarl as a wail escaped from his playmate. The sound sent lust pinging through his body, commanding him to move hard, fast. To take the other and hear his name screamed.

Giving into that urge, Aizen started to move, shifting his angle to stroke over the nerves just right, wringing out a wailing moan. Apparently gin was right that the little medic was loud in bed and tight as a virgin.

Growling as a slim hand wrapped around Hanas cock, Aizen speed up his movements as his bed partner stroked himself to completion. It wasn’t long, for either of them, but the thrusts, the sounds of sex and pleasure filling the room and the pleasure both felt mixed to make them fall over the edge.

As they came down from the high, sticky cum on their stomachs and leaking from Hanatarous ass as they laid on the bed, they tried hard to ignore the feeling of reitsu coming closer.

“Told you we wouldn’t have a lot of time together,” Aizen huffed into soft hair, getting a quiet giggle.

“Should get up, clean yourself and see what they want,” came the sleepy suggestion.

“I should and I shall,” Aizen sighed, slipping out of bed. Stopping to gaze at the medic on his bed, Aizen tilted his head at the sight of a content smile on Hanatarous lips. “I take it you’re happier now?” he asked.

“Yeah, I am. I’m finally free,” the medic replied quietly. Aizen smiled at that and lent down, stroking a hand over Hanas cheek in a soft gesture.

“Yes, you are. Welcome home, Hana-kun,” the over lord murmured softly, watching him fall asleep. Covering the lean body after cleaning up as much as he could, Aizen dressed and left the room.

Things were looking up.