A Bleach Melody

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach in any way or form, so you know, you know...don't sue me for doing this for a bit of fun. Cause you know...I have like a dime right now to my name. So you know I've made no profit from this.

Seen the ficcy by Anestshia called Therapy (7)? Yeah, this one:
http://bleach.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600011520. Yeah, I made her think up that one. I'm known as Strailo on Y!Gallery.

Anyways, here's the continuation! Yes, enjoy the yummies. And another Bleach from me!! Yay! Sorry you guys. I've been doing trades for arts and Chapter 12 of A Butterfly's Dream, so I'm not meaning to neglect you.

Yes, there is MPreg in this. Yes, there will be one more called Therapy 7C: Glamorus. And yes, I know that's misspelled. Damnit! I'm tired.

Enjoy.

Reviews? *holds out cup and looks cute*


Three months. It had been three months since Ichigo had been sent to Hueco Mundo and three months since he had become Gin and Aizens lover. It was glorious, fun and rather kinky at times.

Gin was softer then he had expected when it came to one on one sessions. Even in the middle of a hall, pressed against a wall, it was still softer then just a quick fuck. Of course, the Arrancar had learned long ago not to walk the other way if they felt their energies fluctuating outside of their room. Ichigo still loved every minute of it, even if he ended up having to call off practice just so he could take a hot bath and be carried around by his foxy lover.

Aizen, he was the one that was the true surprise. With hair mussed and dark eyes sparkling with warmth, the man could make Ichigo melt in front of everyone and cuddle the bigger man. In fact, he did that often during meetings. He would arrive early and then perch next to Aizen before simply sitting in his lap and enjoying the comfort of being held and his hair played with.

Smiling, Ichigo turned away from the window and started to watch the way Yuzu seemed to enjoy being around the various Escapada and Fraccion, especially the females. Shaking his head and turning just in time to catch Karin kick Grimmjaws ass while in a skirt and heels, Ichigo snickered and moved over to sit next to Gin. Once more letting his gaze wonder around, he couldn’t help but snort at the sight of his father threatening to castrate Aizen should anything happen to him while Ichigo was in his care.

Sighing and leaning into the cool warmth that was Gin, he tilted his head up. “Will they be here soon?” he asked quietly. Something else that had changed in the three months here had been his voice and demeanor. He had calmed down, become mellow. Happier.

And it showed in the way he could now control his power. No one had told him his emotions tied into his powers; no one had bothered to tell him. They all expected him to know that fact. He had about strangled Hat and Clogs when he had first come to visit for not telling him. Yourichi he could understand since she too had thought that Urahara had told him.

Since he had become as happy as he was, his reitsu was now easier to control, to pull back and hide. It was also easier to learn how to use Kido and have a very long talk with his inner hollow. They were okay now and they were slowly merging back together as time passed.

“They’ll be here soon, Ichi,” Gin said, his voice just as soft. “No need ta worry now.” Smiling, Ichigo nodded before frowning.

“Do you think they’ll be really pissed off when they find out?” Ichigo asked, one hand smoothing over his stomach as he shifted and nibbled his bottom lip, looking worried.

“They’ll be fine, an’ if they don’ like it, that’s their problem, now ain’t it?” Gin asked in return, getting a gentle smile and a nod from his smaller lover. “Come on, time to greet them.”

“Hai,” Ichigo hummed, standing up and fixing the outfit that he was wearing. After he had started to sleep with Aizen and Gin they had give him a gift. A beautiful outfit that was quite comfortable. It was a mix of a womans short kimono and modern day tight Capri pants with simple slippers. It was easy to move around in and had both Gins and Aizens colors represented. Of course, the obi had been annoying at first, but he had quickly gotten used to it.

Moving to stand next to Aizen, Ichigo smiled as Gin took his other side as the portal from Soul Society opened and people started stepping out. It wasn’t long before he was being hugged and questioned before the Aizen suggested they move to the dinning room for dinner.

Just as dessert was served, Ichigo stood up and moved over to Aizen. He and Gin had decided to drop the newest bomb on Aizen during dessert since everyone would be rather content with how much they had eaten and feeling rather lazy. Clearing his throat he looked around and blushed.

“As most of have found out…I have been sleeping with Aizen and Gin for the last three months,” he started, wincing at the growls that came from a few pissed off semes. Gin had told him he was well sought after. Apparently that was quite true. “Anyways, I have some news for Aizen. Gin knows because he’s the one that dragged me to the medical unit,” he continued, shifting slightly on his feet as he reached out to take the hand Aizen had extended towards him.

“What is it, Ichigo?” Aizen asked in his smooth voice, a note of worry laced in his voice. Tosen was smirking from his place next to his watcher and now lover, Hitsugaya. He knew what Ichigo was going to say. He could feel the difference in Ichigos reitsu, barely there, but still a difference.

“Aizen, you remember how you told me that some males can get pregnant if they were strong enough? Well, it seems like I’m one of them,” he said softly, his voice carrying in the hall. It grew to be silent enough that you could hear a pin drop. “And…it’s officially yours. I’m about 2 months pregnant,” Ichigo continued, flushing lightly before squeaking as he was dragged into Aizens lap and kissed senseless.

“Wait? What do you mean 2 months?” Momo called out, standing up as she glared at the boy that dared to touch her Aizen-sama.

“It means just what I said, that I’m pregnant with Aizens child and will have it in 6 to 7 months, give or take a few,” was the breathless reply.

A thud was all that was heard after that very clear statement before the real party began.