Cherry Lips
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Chapter 4
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I was going to update yesterday, but it was my birthday so I didn’t think anybody would mind waiting an extra day.
Just so everyone knows, I’m not making up the events for the Hachioji Matsuri festival because I wanted it to be as authentic as possible.
Beta’d by WarriorNun- thank you!
Cherry Lips: Chapter 4
Renji, Rukia and Ichigo’s other friends were beginning to get a bit anxious. Ichigo was more than just a bit anxious, he was irritated, pissed, agitated and a teensy bit scared. Not that he would admit to it.
Aizen called him to talk about their plans to go to the Hachioji Matsuri festival, which it turned out, was going to be a three day date for them. Aizen wanted them to see all of the events together and wouldn’t take no for an answer.
Ichigo wanted to go in just pants and a t-shirt, but his friends thought that it wouldn’t be feminine enough so he was forced to wear a skirt and a long-sleeved top. Aizen picked him up in front of Rukia’s apartment yet again, but this time they both walked to the festival which was close by.
Ichigo tried to ignore the arm that was laid comfortably around his back while they watched the Taiko drum beating. Aizen seemed to only half heartedly pay attention and instead stood behind Ichigo and wrapped his arms around him while resting his head on top of Ichigo’s. Ichigo tried to ignore their position, but it was hard when Aizen kept running his hands up and down Ichigo’s sleeved arms and pressed against his back.
After that, Aizen took his hand and led him to the ice sculpture exhibit. Ichigo knew how…couple like they seemed and could feel himself turning red as Aizen entwined their hands and pulled him closer. Ichigo tried to keep his mind on the beautiful and elaborate sculpture of dragons and lions and other mythological creatures. The exhibit ended at six, and then Ichigo was left to the mercy of Aizen who took him out to dinner.
It was just a simple family diner this time, and the couple running it seemed to know Aizen rather well. The motherly woman even pinched his cheek and cooed over how cute of a couple they were before leaving them to their own devices. The atmosphere was cozy and comfortable and Ichigo finally found himself relaxing a little as he sipped his sake and waited for the food to come.
“I find myself curious, Ichigo.” Aizen murmured as he studied the orange haired ‘woman.’
“About what Sousuke-san?”
“How many times must I ask you to call me Sousuke?” Ichigo turned red but didn’t say anything. “But to answer your question, I am curious as to why you agreed to go out with me in the first place.”
“Eh!?” Ichigo’s eyes widened at the chosen topic of conversation and found himself floundering for an explanation.
“You knew who I was, yet you agreed to go out with me despite not being interested, correct?”
Ichigo sheepishly nodded.
“I knew so at the time, but I wanted to be selfish and take you out anyways despite your discomfort.”
Ichigo swallowed a little harshly and felt his Adam’s apple bob underneath the small scarf he had around his neck.
“But then you continued to agree to dates, so I wasn’t going to complain. Yet you are still a little uncomfortable around me.” Aizen reached out and took Ichigo’s hand, caressing his wrist and staring into his eyes.
Ichigo realized then that he probably could have turned down Aizen and gotten away with it unscathed in the beginning. But not now. Not when Aizen seemed to actually like him and believe that Ichigo held the same interest, whether through arrogance that nobody could dislike him, or simply assuming that these dates meant Ichigo felt something.
“Yet you shy away from my touch so often…” Aizen trailed off as he moved closer to Ichigo and pressed a very light kiss to his lips before pulling away immediately. Ichigo turned even redder and fought the urge to reach up and touch where he was just kissed.
He mentally winced once he realized that Aizen was waiting for him to respond. “I’ve just never really been in a relationship before.” Not really a lie, which made it easier to say. “I’m not used to such advances…”
Aizen seemed satisfied with this answer and leaned back a little in his chair. “I thought someone as beautiful as you would be more experienced, but I must admit that I am happy to hear that.”
“Er, right.”
“I would’ve thought that your parents would arrange for marriage interviews though.” Aizen commented. His eyes still firmly fixed on Ichigo’s face.
“Well my father thinks that I should be able to choose my own husband, and it’s not like he has a large business which needs to carry on the family name.”
“Ah, well that explains why I wasn’t able to find anything on the Zangetsu family.”
Ichigo went cold as he realized that Aizen had in fact tried to find more information on him. “Yeah…We’re not really well known.”
“And your mother also feels like you should find your own husband?”
Ichigo winced and looked out the window to avoid Aizen’s gaze. “My mother passed away a few years ago.”
“Oh, I’m sorry for your loss.” Aizen looked slightly surprised at the information which was an unusual expression for his face. Ichigo felt slightly more endeared to him to know that Aizen was actually sorry.
“It was many years ago.”
“I suppose that explains why you aren’t as feminine as some women; you had no mother to be a role model.”
Ichigo scowled slightly and wondered why he felt irritated by the proclamation when he wasn’t a woman and therefore shouldn’t want to be more feminine. Aizen picked up on his ire and laughed. “I don’t mean that in a bad way, of course.”
“Right…” Ichigo huffed and was very glad when the arrival of food broke their conversation. He pause mid bite when he felt Aizen nudge his foot against Ichigo’s leg and nearly choked. Was the man trying to…play footsy with him?
Ichigo shifted his leg away but Aizen followed. His foot went up and up and “Ah!”
He luckily managed to shift away just in time so the Yakuza wouldn’t feel something that most definitely wasn’t on females, but he also let out a rather embarrassing squeak which made other diners’ heads turn. Aizen smirked and Ichigo’s temper flared. His own foot ‘accidentally’ shot out and he kicked Aizen in the shin. Aizen only winced slightly but his smirk vanished as he eyed Ichigo with interest.
“That’s what I like about you, Ichigo-chan.” Aizen mused and studied the ‘woman’ across from him with a smile. “You’re not the type to go down without retaliation.”
“Hmph.” Ichigo ignored him for the rest of the meal. Aizen looked slightly put out, but that didn’t stop him from taking Ichigo’s arm at the end of the meal and walking him home, or rather, to Rukia’s apartment.
“Do I get a goodnight kiss?” He asked and turned Ichigo to face him, moving his hands down to Ichigo’s lower back.
Ichigo frowned but didn’t push the other man away as he bent down and lightly brushed his lips over Ichigo’s. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow around 3 for an early dinner before the Minyonagashi parade and the Mikoshi parade.”
Ichigo nodded and Aizen kissed him lightly once more before walking away to get picked up by Jeagerjaques. He wasn’t particularly excited for the folk dancing parade (Minyonagashi) or the parade with floats and portable shrines (Mikoshi), but it was something that he might have gone with his father and sisters’ if they were in Hachioji.
But he didn’t really want to go with Aizen. He hated how he was forced to date the Yakuza, he hated the charming persona said Yakuza put on for the world, and he hated that he kind of liked the manipulative bastard. And if this was what liking someone felt like, he never wanted to do it again.
Ichigo went anyways, despite his reservation, and he could almost say that he had a good time if it wasn’t for the end of the date. Aizen was escorting him home after the Mikoshi ended at nine, when he decided that a heavy make out session was a great thing to do in the park at night.
“Mph!” Ichigo gave a surprised grunt as Aizen tugged him closer and sealed his mouth over Ichigo’s.
It started out (somewhat) innocently enough, but Aizen’s sly hands slid down his back and grabbed his ass, making Ichigo jump and hit Aizen hard in the stomach. “Asshole!”
It was one of the few times that Aizen looked genuinely surprised and startled. “Ichigo…”
The orange haired man didn’t give him a chance to talk as he stormed away and left Aizen in the park. “Bastard…” He muttered to himself as he walked home, sending people scattering. He didn’t even bother going back to Rukia’s to change, he just wanted to fall asleep on his bed and hope that Aizen wouldn’t call him.
His stomach twisted painfully at the thought of what he did. If he pissed Aizen off too much…he didn’t even want to think of the consequences. Not to mention, he just realized that he actually liked the asshole. If Aizen knew that he was a man he probably would have let the man grope him in the middle of the park.
Ichigo trudged up the steps to his apartment and felt slightly better at the familiar sight of Renji pigging out at the table.
“Aren’t you back early?” Renji asked around a mouthful of food, sending crumbs everywhere. Ichigo smiled a little and hit him on his head.
“At least swallow before speaking you idiot.”
Renji rolled his eyes but did so. “Why are you back early?”
“He groped me.”
Renji winced. “But he didn’t find out, did he?”
“No, but…” Ichigo trailed off but Renji seemed to get the message and threw an arm around Ichigo and nuzzled his hair.
“Just give the word and he’ll never bother you again.”
“Get serious.” Ichigo elbowed Renji off of him and went to the next room to take a shower, never noticing the brown eyes watching both of them from the balcony.
Aizen Sousuke easily slipped back down the fire escape and landed lightly on the ground. So the other apartment wasn’t where Ichigo lived. She lived with another male.
Sousuke felt anger and betrayal clench his chest and had to fight to regain control of his emotions. His pretty Ichigo had a boyfriend. That would explain why she was so nervous around him and hesitant to date in the first place. She might have been afraid to reject him because he was Yakuza, but that didn’t lesson the odd sensation coiling in his gut.
Ichigo Zangetsu was his, and some redhead trash wasn’t going to stop him from getting her.
…
Ichigo did indeed get a call from Aizen who apologized for his behavior and asked if Ichigo was still willing to go to the festival. Ichigo reluctantly agreed and headed over to Rukia’s house yet again to get ready for another date. He was surprised that Byakuya hadn’t yet complained about him being over there all the time, or even quirked an eyebrow at Ichigo dressed in women’s clothes. Of course there was always the possibility that he didn’t care enough to make a comment.
When Aizen showed up, he was acting a little strange. Instead of the usual driver, Aizen himself was driving and he seemed a little distant.
“Is something wrong Sousuke?” Ichigo asked, furrowing his eyebrows and hoping that the man wasn’t angry at him for the scene yesterday.
Aizen said nothing in reply to the comment and instead kept his eyes on the road with a slight frown on his face.
“Sousuke…where are we going?” Ichigo asked a little bit nervously, noticing for the first time that they were no where near where the festival was supposed to partake.
Aizen once again said nothing and Ichigo was beginning to get even more nervous.
“Stop the car, I want to get out.”
They were going 80 kilometers per hour even though it was a 40 zone and it was most definitely not an expressway.
“Sousuke…”
“Who’s the redhead?”
Ichigo’s frown became even more pronounced. “What?”
“The redhead in your real apartment. Who is he? Your boyfriend?”
Ichigo could feel the waves of killing intent coming off Aizen and realized that Aizen had in fact followed him home and saw Renji…automatically assuming that Renji was his boyfriend but not finding out the real truth.
“It’s not like that Sousuke!” Ichigo protested and braced his feet on the floorboards as they came screeching to a stop in what Ichigo realized was a love hotel. “What are we doing here?”
“Don’t even try to escape, I own this hotel.” Aizen grabbed Ichigo and forcibly dragged him out of the car and threw him over his shoulder.
“Stop, you asshole!” Ichigo screeched and pounded his fists against Aizen’s back, who grunted but didn’t stop him from going into the hotel and ignoring the odd looks they were going.
“Aizen-sama.” The hotel workers bowed to Aizen and completely ignored his live, screaming cargo that was hell bent on being put down.
“YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!!!”
At this point Ichigo didn’t care about pissing of a Yakuza lord who could easily kill him. He wanted away from the man who seemed to be intent on getting Ichigo to a room in a love hotel, which meant sex. Sex which he didn’t want.
“PUT ME THE FUCK DOWN!!!” Ichigo screamed as he was carried into the penthouse suite and then thrown on the large, over the top bed.
He tried to get up to scramble away but Aizen caught him and threw him back down. “Ichigo…why don’t you like me?” Aizen asked seriously but kissed him before he could get a word in edgewise.
“Ngh…” Ichigo squirmed and tried to get away but Aizen grabbed his arms and pinned them to the bed with one hand.
“Like me, like I like you.” Aizen commanded and took Ichigo’s earlobe into his mouth and sucked slightly.
“Stop it!” Ichigo gasped out and then jerked as Aizen undid his pants and moved his hand down his pants. “STOP!!!”
But it was too late. Aizen froze as he felt something that was decidedly not female, giving Ichigo the chance to yank away and run toward the door, fixing his pants and he made a break for it. Nobody followed and nobody stopped him.
He got about six blocks away before he collapsed in an alley and drew his knees to his chest, sobbing as he wondered how everything could go wrong over something that was so stupid in the first place. Why did he have to like Aizen Sousuke? And why did Sousuke have to find out that he was a guy, not a woman as he thought?
…
In the hotel where Ichigo had left him, Aizen was sitting on the bed he had planned to make love to Ichigo Zangetsu in, drunk out of his mind and asking himself the same questions. Beautiful Ichigo Zangetsu (if that was her- his real name) was a male. A magnificent, beautiful male with brown eyes that flashed with emotion and looked so nice with his orange hair…
Sousuke shook his head a little to dispel the thoughts. Of all the women that he could have finally felt something for, why did it have to be a man?
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So now Sousuke knows. And he found out in such a bad way! I know a lot of readers thought that Sousuke already knew about Ichigo, but I thought that was too predictable and not nearly as dramatic.
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I was going to update yesterday, but it was my birthday so I didn’t think anybody would mind waiting an extra day.
Just so everyone knows, I’m not making up the events for the Hachioji Matsuri festival because I wanted it to be as authentic as possible.
Beta’d by WarriorNun- thank you!
Cherry Lips: Chapter 4
Renji, Rukia and Ichigo’s other friends were beginning to get a bit anxious. Ichigo was more than just a bit anxious, he was irritated, pissed, agitated and a teensy bit scared. Not that he would admit to it.
Aizen called him to talk about their plans to go to the Hachioji Matsuri festival, which it turned out, was going to be a three day date for them. Aizen wanted them to see all of the events together and wouldn’t take no for an answer.
Ichigo wanted to go in just pants and a t-shirt, but his friends thought that it wouldn’t be feminine enough so he was forced to wear a skirt and a long-sleeved top. Aizen picked him up in front of Rukia’s apartment yet again, but this time they both walked to the festival which was close by.
Ichigo tried to ignore the arm that was laid comfortably around his back while they watched the Taiko drum beating. Aizen seemed to only half heartedly pay attention and instead stood behind Ichigo and wrapped his arms around him while resting his head on top of Ichigo’s. Ichigo tried to ignore their position, but it was hard when Aizen kept running his hands up and down Ichigo’s sleeved arms and pressed against his back.
After that, Aizen took his hand and led him to the ice sculpture exhibit. Ichigo knew how…couple like they seemed and could feel himself turning red as Aizen entwined their hands and pulled him closer. Ichigo tried to keep his mind on the beautiful and elaborate sculpture of dragons and lions and other mythological creatures. The exhibit ended at six, and then Ichigo was left to the mercy of Aizen who took him out to dinner.
It was just a simple family diner this time, and the couple running it seemed to know Aizen rather well. The motherly woman even pinched his cheek and cooed over how cute of a couple they were before leaving them to their own devices. The atmosphere was cozy and comfortable and Ichigo finally found himself relaxing a little as he sipped his sake and waited for the food to come.
“I find myself curious, Ichigo.” Aizen murmured as he studied the orange haired ‘woman.’
“About what Sousuke-san?”
“How many times must I ask you to call me Sousuke?” Ichigo turned red but didn’t say anything. “But to answer your question, I am curious as to why you agreed to go out with me in the first place.”
“Eh!?” Ichigo’s eyes widened at the chosen topic of conversation and found himself floundering for an explanation.
“You knew who I was, yet you agreed to go out with me despite not being interested, correct?”
Ichigo sheepishly nodded.
“I knew so at the time, but I wanted to be selfish and take you out anyways despite your discomfort.”
Ichigo swallowed a little harshly and felt his Adam’s apple bob underneath the small scarf he had around his neck.
“But then you continued to agree to dates, so I wasn’t going to complain. Yet you are still a little uncomfortable around me.” Aizen reached out and took Ichigo’s hand, caressing his wrist and staring into his eyes.
Ichigo realized then that he probably could have turned down Aizen and gotten away with it unscathed in the beginning. But not now. Not when Aizen seemed to actually like him and believe that Ichigo held the same interest, whether through arrogance that nobody could dislike him, or simply assuming that these dates meant Ichigo felt something.
“Yet you shy away from my touch so often…” Aizen trailed off as he moved closer to Ichigo and pressed a very light kiss to his lips before pulling away immediately. Ichigo turned even redder and fought the urge to reach up and touch where he was just kissed.
He mentally winced once he realized that Aizen was waiting for him to respond. “I’ve just never really been in a relationship before.” Not really a lie, which made it easier to say. “I’m not used to such advances…”
Aizen seemed satisfied with this answer and leaned back a little in his chair. “I thought someone as beautiful as you would be more experienced, but I must admit that I am happy to hear that.”
“Er, right.”
“I would’ve thought that your parents would arrange for marriage interviews though.” Aizen commented. His eyes still firmly fixed on Ichigo’s face.
“Well my father thinks that I should be able to choose my own husband, and it’s not like he has a large business which needs to carry on the family name.”
“Ah, well that explains why I wasn’t able to find anything on the Zangetsu family.”
Ichigo went cold as he realized that Aizen had in fact tried to find more information on him. “Yeah…We’re not really well known.”
“And your mother also feels like you should find your own husband?”
Ichigo winced and looked out the window to avoid Aizen’s gaze. “My mother passed away a few years ago.”
“Oh, I’m sorry for your loss.” Aizen looked slightly surprised at the information which was an unusual expression for his face. Ichigo felt slightly more endeared to him to know that Aizen was actually sorry.
“It was many years ago.”
“I suppose that explains why you aren’t as feminine as some women; you had no mother to be a role model.”
Ichigo scowled slightly and wondered why he felt irritated by the proclamation when he wasn’t a woman and therefore shouldn’t want to be more feminine. Aizen picked up on his ire and laughed. “I don’t mean that in a bad way, of course.”
“Right…” Ichigo huffed and was very glad when the arrival of food broke their conversation. He pause mid bite when he felt Aizen nudge his foot against Ichigo’s leg and nearly choked. Was the man trying to…play footsy with him?
Ichigo shifted his leg away but Aizen followed. His foot went up and up and “Ah!”
He luckily managed to shift away just in time so the Yakuza wouldn’t feel something that most definitely wasn’t on females, but he also let out a rather embarrassing squeak which made other diners’ heads turn. Aizen smirked and Ichigo’s temper flared. His own foot ‘accidentally’ shot out and he kicked Aizen in the shin. Aizen only winced slightly but his smirk vanished as he eyed Ichigo with interest.
“That’s what I like about you, Ichigo-chan.” Aizen mused and studied the ‘woman’ across from him with a smile. “You’re not the type to go down without retaliation.”
“Hmph.” Ichigo ignored him for the rest of the meal. Aizen looked slightly put out, but that didn’t stop him from taking Ichigo’s arm at the end of the meal and walking him home, or rather, to Rukia’s apartment.
“Do I get a goodnight kiss?” He asked and turned Ichigo to face him, moving his hands down to Ichigo’s lower back.
Ichigo frowned but didn’t push the other man away as he bent down and lightly brushed his lips over Ichigo’s. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow around 3 for an early dinner before the Minyonagashi parade and the Mikoshi parade.”
Ichigo nodded and Aizen kissed him lightly once more before walking away to get picked up by Jeagerjaques. He wasn’t particularly excited for the folk dancing parade (Minyonagashi) or the parade with floats and portable shrines (Mikoshi), but it was something that he might have gone with his father and sisters’ if they were in Hachioji.
But he didn’t really want to go with Aizen. He hated how he was forced to date the Yakuza, he hated the charming persona said Yakuza put on for the world, and he hated that he kind of liked the manipulative bastard. And if this was what liking someone felt like, he never wanted to do it again.
Ichigo went anyways, despite his reservation, and he could almost say that he had a good time if it wasn’t for the end of the date. Aizen was escorting him home after the Mikoshi ended at nine, when he decided that a heavy make out session was a great thing to do in the park at night.
“Mph!” Ichigo gave a surprised grunt as Aizen tugged him closer and sealed his mouth over Ichigo’s.
It started out (somewhat) innocently enough, but Aizen’s sly hands slid down his back and grabbed his ass, making Ichigo jump and hit Aizen hard in the stomach. “Asshole!”
It was one of the few times that Aizen looked genuinely surprised and startled. “Ichigo…”
The orange haired man didn’t give him a chance to talk as he stormed away and left Aizen in the park. “Bastard…” He muttered to himself as he walked home, sending people scattering. He didn’t even bother going back to Rukia’s to change, he just wanted to fall asleep on his bed and hope that Aizen wouldn’t call him.
His stomach twisted painfully at the thought of what he did. If he pissed Aizen off too much…he didn’t even want to think of the consequences. Not to mention, he just realized that he actually liked the asshole. If Aizen knew that he was a man he probably would have let the man grope him in the middle of the park.
Ichigo trudged up the steps to his apartment and felt slightly better at the familiar sight of Renji pigging out at the table.
“Aren’t you back early?” Renji asked around a mouthful of food, sending crumbs everywhere. Ichigo smiled a little and hit him on his head.
“At least swallow before speaking you idiot.”
Renji rolled his eyes but did so. “Why are you back early?”
“He groped me.”
Renji winced. “But he didn’t find out, did he?”
“No, but…” Ichigo trailed off but Renji seemed to get the message and threw an arm around Ichigo and nuzzled his hair.
“Just give the word and he’ll never bother you again.”
“Get serious.” Ichigo elbowed Renji off of him and went to the next room to take a shower, never noticing the brown eyes watching both of them from the balcony.
Aizen Sousuke easily slipped back down the fire escape and landed lightly on the ground. So the other apartment wasn’t where Ichigo lived. She lived with another male.
Sousuke felt anger and betrayal clench his chest and had to fight to regain control of his emotions. His pretty Ichigo had a boyfriend. That would explain why she was so nervous around him and hesitant to date in the first place. She might have been afraid to reject him because he was Yakuza, but that didn’t lesson the odd sensation coiling in his gut.
Ichigo Zangetsu was his, and some redhead trash wasn’t going to stop him from getting her.
…
Ichigo did indeed get a call from Aizen who apologized for his behavior and asked if Ichigo was still willing to go to the festival. Ichigo reluctantly agreed and headed over to Rukia’s house yet again to get ready for another date. He was surprised that Byakuya hadn’t yet complained about him being over there all the time, or even quirked an eyebrow at Ichigo dressed in women’s clothes. Of course there was always the possibility that he didn’t care enough to make a comment.
When Aizen showed up, he was acting a little strange. Instead of the usual driver, Aizen himself was driving and he seemed a little distant.
“Is something wrong Sousuke?” Ichigo asked, furrowing his eyebrows and hoping that the man wasn’t angry at him for the scene yesterday.
Aizen said nothing in reply to the comment and instead kept his eyes on the road with a slight frown on his face.
“Sousuke…where are we going?” Ichigo asked a little bit nervously, noticing for the first time that they were no where near where the festival was supposed to partake.
Aizen once again said nothing and Ichigo was beginning to get even more nervous.
“Stop the car, I want to get out.”
They were going 80 kilometers per hour even though it was a 40 zone and it was most definitely not an expressway.
“Sousuke…”
“Who’s the redhead?”
Ichigo’s frown became even more pronounced. “What?”
“The redhead in your real apartment. Who is he? Your boyfriend?”
Ichigo could feel the waves of killing intent coming off Aizen and realized that Aizen had in fact followed him home and saw Renji…automatically assuming that Renji was his boyfriend but not finding out the real truth.
“It’s not like that Sousuke!” Ichigo protested and braced his feet on the floorboards as they came screeching to a stop in what Ichigo realized was a love hotel. “What are we doing here?”
“Don’t even try to escape, I own this hotel.” Aizen grabbed Ichigo and forcibly dragged him out of the car and threw him over his shoulder.
“Stop, you asshole!” Ichigo screeched and pounded his fists against Aizen’s back, who grunted but didn’t stop him from going into the hotel and ignoring the odd looks they were going.
“Aizen-sama.” The hotel workers bowed to Aizen and completely ignored his live, screaming cargo that was hell bent on being put down.
“YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!!!”
At this point Ichigo didn’t care about pissing of a Yakuza lord who could easily kill him. He wanted away from the man who seemed to be intent on getting Ichigo to a room in a love hotel, which meant sex. Sex which he didn’t want.
“PUT ME THE FUCK DOWN!!!” Ichigo screamed as he was carried into the penthouse suite and then thrown on the large, over the top bed.
He tried to get up to scramble away but Aizen caught him and threw him back down. “Ichigo…why don’t you like me?” Aizen asked seriously but kissed him before he could get a word in edgewise.
“Ngh…” Ichigo squirmed and tried to get away but Aizen grabbed his arms and pinned them to the bed with one hand.
“Like me, like I like you.” Aizen commanded and took Ichigo’s earlobe into his mouth and sucked slightly.
“Stop it!” Ichigo gasped out and then jerked as Aizen undid his pants and moved his hand down his pants. “STOP!!!”
But it was too late. Aizen froze as he felt something that was decidedly not female, giving Ichigo the chance to yank away and run toward the door, fixing his pants and he made a break for it. Nobody followed and nobody stopped him.
He got about six blocks away before he collapsed in an alley and drew his knees to his chest, sobbing as he wondered how everything could go wrong over something that was so stupid in the first place. Why did he have to like Aizen Sousuke? And why did Sousuke have to find out that he was a guy, not a woman as he thought?
…
In the hotel where Ichigo had left him, Aizen was sitting on the bed he had planned to make love to Ichigo Zangetsu in, drunk out of his mind and asking himself the same questions. Beautiful Ichigo Zangetsu (if that was her- his real name) was a male. A magnificent, beautiful male with brown eyes that flashed with emotion and looked so nice with his orange hair…
Sousuke shook his head a little to dispel the thoughts. Of all the women that he could have finally felt something for, why did it have to be a man?
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So now Sousuke knows. And he found out in such a bad way! I know a lot of readers thought that Sousuke already knew about Ichigo, but I thought that was too predictable and not nearly as dramatic.
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