Wicked Dreams

I totally, utterly and completely blame copper for this one. I mean, first she dangles two paragraphs of AiHimeIchi of her new fic which convert me to this ot3 and then I read the whole part and im like "Where's the rest? Cause this has the potential to be HAWT." And shes like "Throw me some ideas" and I end up writing three paragraphs and going " . . . damn it all, now I wanna write a whole damn one-shot!" So thank you copper for dangling such a delicious bait in front of my Muse. She loved writing this one.

And that said, This is AIZEN x ICHIGO x ORIHIME

Love to Thail as always for being the person who tells me that what I was wrote was alright.

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She wasn't quite sure how it ended up like this.

Tears of shame, humiliation and pleasure ran down her cheeks as Ichigo's fingers gently and hesitantly rubbed against her sex. She wished she could just bury her head against his shoulder as she bucked against his long fingers but Aizen's grip on her face kept her in front of Ichigo. His voice whispering in her ear, "Do you enjoy the feeling of his fingers in you dear Hime?"

How did she end up caught between her love and her captor? Why were they being forced to follow his orders?

His voice was low and seductive and she imagined that the serpent who whispered to Eve must have sounded exactly the same, "Was it just like how you imagined it would be?" She whimpered, biting her lower lip to keep the moan from slipping out as Aizen's tongue slowly ran over the shell of her ear. Her eyes opened at the low growl that came from in front of her. Hazy gray peered into lusty brown as the shinigami glared at the ex-captain. Aizen chuckled, more amused than angry as his fingers slipped down to join Ichigo's.

"Does it irritate you that someone else other than yourself is touching her like this?"

The substitute shinigami's expression darkened in anger (and maybe some possessiveness but she was sure that she had imagined that…right?)

She cried out as Aizen's fingers gently rubbed against her pink nub before gently tugged at the highly sensitized flesh. Did it really matter how she had gotten into this situation? She could barely remember to breath as it was.

"Does it annoy you that you are not the only one who gets to see these expressions on her lovely face?"

Ichigo's fingers replaced Aizen's as he ground out a reply, "You touching her makes me irritated."

Another amused chuckle from the ex-captain as his fingers slipped lower to slide against the slick wetness of her entrance. The girl whimpered as his fingers teased her entrance by shallowly entering her silky heat before retreating.

"Open your eyes."

Almost lazily and with effort she opened her lust heavy eyes to find Aizen's finger's hovering before her lips. She glanced back, her eyes wide with trepidation as he ordered her, "Lick them clean."

Her mouth fell open in shock and her face filled with fresh color as she gaped at him and them at his fingers. His grip of her throat tightened considerably as his voice turned silky as he repeated, "Lick. them. clean. Orihime."

She nodded frantically and fought back a cough as she was able to freely breathe again. She swallowed nervously as she eyed the slick fingers in front of her. She leaned forward, ready to take the long fingers into her mouth when Ichigo leaned forward and before she could blink, had taken Aizen's fingers into his mouth.

Orihime's mouth fell open as hot, desire filled eyes locked with her shocked gaze. She couldn't stop the sharp and sudden rush of heat that flew through her as the boy she loved licked her desire clean with such deliberate care and concentration. A small smirk came to his thin lips as fresh wetness coated his fingers as they teased her entrance.

She moaned softly as one finger slowly eased into her tight heat. Her auburn hair falling against her shoulder as Ichigo slowly began to pump his middle finger into her wetness. Her trembling fingers ran over his arms before burying themselves into his thick tangerine hair. He sighed at the feel of her feather light caresses across his chest and let his free hand wander up to caress her breast.

Aizen's hand came to rest over Ichigo's – guiding him, teaching him to pleasure the blossoming woman in front of them. Ichigo's emotions were all over the place as he watched Orihime's face twist in pleasure. To be doing something this private in front of such a person and only because this cruel captor was forcing them too, it made him sick to his stomach. But if by his actions, he could prevent any harm befalling this gentle girl he knew, he was willing to do it. He just hoped that the gentle healer would one day forgive him for listening to his baser instincts.

He leaned forward, bending until his lips hovered over her neglected breast. He eyes the puckered pink tip and wondered momentarily if he should lick it or suckle on the pleasure spot…

"Suckle her."

Dark hazel looked up into cold brown before shifting to gaze into embarrassed gray. Pleasure and embarrassment flitted through her expression as he kept his gaze locked with hers as he leaned forward the last inch. The delicate whimper that fell from her swollen pink lips went straight to his groin as his lips closed around the puckered nipple.

He ran the tip of his tongue around her soft flesh before gently suckling at her breasts. His other hand continued to knead and mold her other breast with growing confidence but the same amount of gentleness.

Ichigo switched to her second breast, this time planting kisses around the hard pink tips before taking them under his lips.

Orihime's lips fell open and she couldn't believe the sounds that dropped from her lips like rain from the sky. She didn't think it was possible for her to sound so….wanton. She kept her eyes closed and hands locked behind Ichigo's neck as he nibbled on her breast tips as though he was chewing on fruit. She cried out his name when he slipped a second finger into her silky heat.

She started slightly when Aizen's hand covered her, pulling one away from its comfortable perch and lowering it between her and Ichigo's body. Ichigo's motions slowed down slightly, his attention clearly diverted from his current task as he eyed the conjoined hands that were trailing down his chest.

Orihime swallowed nervously as her hand was forced to move below Ichigo's stomach. Aizen's grip on her wrist tightened when she resisted. She couldn't…he couldn't want her to…

It would seem that he did. Ichigo gasped and then moaned at the feel of her soft touch against his aching hardness. Even though his hakama he could feel the heat of her palm as she cupped his throbbing erection. He leaned forward, his head resting in the crook of her shoulder as her hand hesitantly rubbed against him.

Aizen slowly and almost gently gathered Orihime's hair and pulled it away to one side, revealing the long stretch of pale skin to Ichigo's gaze. He caught Ichigo's gaze before he spoke. His voice cold and hard, contrasting starkly with his gentle grip on her hair, "Kiss her. Leave your mark on her. Let the world know that you took her."

'Now that's a point on which I agree with this sick bastard.'

Ichigo wouldn't admit it out loud but he agreed with his Hollow on that point too. He leaned forward, his lips latching onto her smooth skin as he increased the pace of his thrusts into her wet heat. Her squeak was almost delicious to hear as his thumb deliberately rubbed against her clit along with his thrusts. He just wished that she would move her hands against his aching erection rather than just keep her hand stationary.

Aizen seemed to understand his need and he slowly pulled away the bandages that kept his hakama in place. Without the support, the loose pants almost entirely slipped off his hips. Orihime moaned softly as Aizen forced her hand to touch the revealed skin. His hand covering hers as he made her trace patterns over the skin of his hip, slowly inching towards his throbbing sex. He groaned, the rhythm of his finger's faltering as her soft, trembling fingertips finally touched his hot erection.

He moaned out her name, "Inoue…."

Her face was more red than he could recall as Aizen whispered in her ear, "You see how much he wants you? How much he desires you? Will you not fulfill his desires dear Hime?"

She closed her eyes, twin tear trails making their way down her cheeks as her body slowly approached the oncoming pleasure.

"I never thought you to be so selfish that you would take so much from another person and refuse to give back. Touch him Hime. Give him the same pleasure that he is giving you."

She shook her head, her hair whipping around her before falling down to cover her embarrassed face.

Aizen's hand returned to grip her face, the strength of his grasp forcing her to wince and open her eyes quickly as he whispered, "You will please him. And you will watch as you come around your dear love's fingers like a common whore."

Ichigo opened his mouth to protest but all he could manage was a startled gasp when her small hand was wrapped around his aching member. He heard her barely whispered protest as Aizen's hand covered her hand and began to move it over the naked shinigami's erection.

"I-Inoue…."

He latched his lips to her bare neck, suckling and dropping kisses as she tightened her grip and increased her pace. His fingers were slick with her juices, her thighs open and dripping with her desire as she moaned wantonly at the feeling of being so deliciously stretched.

Her hips were moving against his fingers much in the same way his hips were moving against hers but it was from her lips that a sharp cry fell when Aizen's grip fell on both of their hands. Ichigo's expression was half-way between lust and murderous as he glared at Aizen.

His gaze was as cool as when they had started.

"Take her."

Ichigo's gaze turned slightly puzzled before clearing up. Anguish, reluctance and hesitancy clear on his face as he eyed Orihime and then Aizen. A slow smile came to the self-proclaimed god's face as he leaned forward to whisper in the substitute shinigami's ear, "If you won't, I will."

Ichigo looked in alarm at Aizen before turning back to the panting girl in his arms.

He swallowed harshly before muttering, "You are one sick bastard."

Aizen merely smiled pleasantly.

"I merely wish to see her happy. To make sure that she gets what she wants. Because we all know, you clearly will never give her what she wants unless you are pushed to do so."

Orihime shivered as Aizen's cool fingertips gently stroked against the back of her neck, forcing her to raise her sticky forehead from Ichigo's shoulder. She shivered but was complacent as Aizen forced her to move. Her head still fuzzy in the aftermath of pleasure, she barely murmured a word in protest as Aizen forced her to sit on Ichigo's lap with her back against his chest.

She followed the pressure of the ex-captain's hands on her hips as he forced her slick heat to press and rub against the substitute shinigami's throbbing erection. One hand went up to cover her mouth and the other to rest against the back of his neck as they moaned at the feeling of their sexes rubbing against each other. Ichigo's hands slid from her slim waist to her bouncing breasts. He grabbed as much of the firm flesh as he could before kneading them together.

His finger tips flicking teasingly against the protruding tips, making the auburn haired girl grind against him harder and rest her head against his shoulder. The feel of her hot breath against his neck made him drop one hand down to where they were pressed together. His fingers rubbed against her sensitive clit, making her cry out and thrash over him.

Ichigo raised his fingers up to her lips, gently pushing them into her mouth and letting her taste her own desire. She ran her tongue over his long fingers, learned what she tasted like before gently suckling on his fingers. She moaned around his fingers as his length pumped again her with greater force and in time with her shy licks.

His heart hammered against his chest when he took hold of his member and pressed it against her slick and wet slit. She immediately stilled over him, her eyes becoming so wide and so big and so heart breakingly fearful that for that moment he well and truly hated himself for what he was about to do. This was no way for her to….

"I'm sorry Inoue."

"Kurosak-!"

Her voice cut off as he thrust himself in her. He kept a punishing grip on her hips, forcing her to stay in one place rather than wriggle around and increase the pain that he knew she'd be feeling. She was leaning forward, Her trembling hands gripping his wrists in a white knuckled grip as she let out a choked out cry.

She never thought that her first time would be like this. She always thought that it would be in her bedroom, on her bed with the light of a waxing moon falling on the two of them as they played and tumbled amongst the sheets. Not in Hueco Mundo on the floor of the 'throne room' in front of her captor.

She couldn't hold back the painful tears as a terribly burning feeling filled her lower half. She never thought that it could be this painful. She fought to keep her breathing in check. She tried to calm herself down. She tried to force herself to relax so that it wouldn't hurt as much. But the burning wouldn't go away.

She squeezed her eyes shut as a throb of pain went through her as Ichigo shifted slightly. Her eyes flew open when she felt wet fingers press against her deflowered sex. Aizen was slowly, gently rubbing his wet fingers against her clit. Slowly, pleasure spread through from that single spot and overtook the pain. She trembled as his fingers gently pinched the pink nub, causing Ichigo to let out a short, sharp hiss of pleasure behind her.

She shivered yet again as Ichigo's hot breath blew against her ear as he asked softly, "Is it okay to move now?"

She nodded slowly. Her mouth opened in a soundless moan of pleasure and pain as Ichigo slowly pulled out and then pumped back into her. She panted as his pace slowly began to pick up when he noticed that the pain she was feeling was indeed receding. One of his hands moved from her hips upwards to her breasts, tweaking the nipple gently with every thrust making the healer squeak gently.

Orihime felt like she was flying. Free-falling through the sky without a parachute on. Like she was a cloud floating along with the wind. She never knew that her body was capable of such pleasurable feelings.

Orihime slowly opened her eyes only to meet cold brown eyes as they carefully scrutinized the two united lovers. His gaze was drifting from her heaving chest to Ichigo's expression to the place of their joining. She wished that she hadn't felt a jolt of heat go through her at being watched like this but….

"Is this everything you dreamed it would be, dear Hime?"

And then everything shattered.

She blinked in surprise as she looked around her. She looked behind her and her mind scrambled to explain the lack of Ichigo. Her mind spun and for a moment she thought that was going crazy and that she had been hallucinating things when a cool voice from the door spoke, "You should thank Aizen-sama."

Startled grey eyes turned towards the door way. "Excuse me?"

Ulquiorra let out a sign as though he could not believe the stupidity and gall of this one human.

"You will thank Aizen-sama for giving you the dream that you most wished for."

"it…it….was a d-dream?"

"You are aware of the power of Aizen-sama's Zampaktou I assume."
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Why…whats this? I …. Actually…. Managed to write something that wasn't fluffy at all! Will wonders never cease!

What do you think? Was the ending angsty enough? To find out it was nothing but an illusion that Aizen showed her? Leave me a review! :D