Entry tags:
- aizen/ichigo,
- bleach,
- fic,
- gen
Fic: (Bleach) - Prompted by blue_eyesgirl
Title: Strawberries
Recipient:![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
blue_eyesgirl
Pairing: Aizen/Ichigo
Words: -1000
Prompt: Strawberries
Rule: No non-conomfgwhy?!
"It's..." Ichigo began.
"Dull."
Oh yes, that was exactly what it was. It was dull. Las Noches had to be the most boring place he'd ever been to, and that even included Karin's poetry recital at the library. Of course, Aizen would interrupt him when he'd come up with something interesting to say to fill the silence. Now he had nothing at all, and the silence that fell in the vacuumous hall was if anything, twice as crushing as before.
"Do we seriously have to just sit here all day and do nothing?" he finally asked, before the silence became so thick that it actually stopped him from speaking. Aizen liked long silences, and Ichigo had begun to think that he was not entirely occupying his body in those moments; rather that his mind had wandered elsewhere and he was having fun drifting around as a nothingness of spirit entity while he, Ichigo, was left sitting on the step underneath his throne being bored to death.
"Why?" Aizen asked, lazily. "Can you think of something interesting to do to fill the time?"
He could think of several interesting things to do to fill the time...but admittedly very few of them involved Aizen. Now Grimmjow on the other hand...
"Ichigo?"
Ichigo looked up, startled, to find Aizen presenting a single red fruit toward him.
"Oh," he said, blushing, "No, thank you."
"I wasn't offering you a choice, Primera."
With a sigh, Ichigo reached for it, growing agitated when Aizen pulled it away.
"With your mouth, I think, since you dared to refuse it before."
His mouth... That required moving onto his knees at Aizen's feet, which he still wasn't comfortable doing even after all this time. When he'd done that, he looked up, tilting his chin and biting into the strawberry as Aizen held it tightly. He leant back, pink juices dribbling down his chin. Which, of course, he couldn't just wipe off. The last time he'd done that, he'd gotten in great trouble for staining these horrid white clothes.
Aizen reached down with his other hand, pulling him up into his lap. "You're young," he said, "I have absolutely no doubt what kind of passtimes you consider to be more interesting than sitting still." His lord lowered his own face to Ichigo's, licking away the strawberry juices from his chin, only briefly pausing to brush his lips over Ichigo's. "And I, Primera, have done them all. Everything that your mind can think of, and a good number of things that you'd have never thought of. It might be interesting to try them all out again with you..."
Ichigo shivered. Aizen made it sound incredibly tempting; his voice rumbled like the purr of an expensive car, and his eyes smouldered like hot coals. Really, it was impossible to resist, but Ichigo had never made it easy for him, and he wasn't about to start now.
The Primera Espada bent down, taking the strawberry in his mouth, before also taking the finger that had been holding it, too, licking at it with his sticky tongue. He closed his own eyes, but it was all for show, really, and when he opened them again and drew back, he was delighted to see that he had actually flustered the stoic God of Hueco Mundo. There was a red flush to his neck that simply hadn't been there before; more obvious against the white of his clothing.
"Just which one of us is the teenager now?" Ichigo asked, sweetly, a sticky pink smile spreading over his face.
Recipient:
blue_eyesgirl Pairing: Aizen/Ichigo
Words: -1000
Prompt: Strawberries
Rule: No non-con
"It's..." Ichigo began.
"Dull."
Oh yes, that was exactly what it was. It was dull. Las Noches had to be the most boring place he'd ever been to, and that even included Karin's poetry recital at the library. Of course, Aizen would interrupt him when he'd come up with something interesting to say to fill the silence. Now he had nothing at all, and the silence that fell in the vacuumous hall was if anything, twice as crushing as before.
"Do we seriously have to just sit here all day and do nothing?" he finally asked, before the silence became so thick that it actually stopped him from speaking. Aizen liked long silences, and Ichigo had begun to think that he was not entirely occupying his body in those moments; rather that his mind had wandered elsewhere and he was having fun drifting around as a nothingness of spirit entity while he, Ichigo, was left sitting on the step underneath his throne being bored to death.
"Why?" Aizen asked, lazily. "Can you think of something interesting to do to fill the time?"
He could think of several interesting things to do to fill the time...but admittedly very few of them involved Aizen. Now Grimmjow on the other hand...
"Ichigo?"
Ichigo looked up, startled, to find Aizen presenting a single red fruit toward him.
"Oh," he said, blushing, "No, thank you."
"I wasn't offering you a choice, Primera."
With a sigh, Ichigo reached for it, growing agitated when Aizen pulled it away.
"With your mouth, I think, since you dared to refuse it before."
His mouth... That required moving onto his knees at Aizen's feet, which he still wasn't comfortable doing even after all this time. When he'd done that, he looked up, tilting his chin and biting into the strawberry as Aizen held it tightly. He leant back, pink juices dribbling down his chin. Which, of course, he couldn't just wipe off. The last time he'd done that, he'd gotten in great trouble for staining these horrid white clothes.
Aizen reached down with his other hand, pulling him up into his lap. "You're young," he said, "I have absolutely no doubt what kind of passtimes you consider to be more interesting than sitting still." His lord lowered his own face to Ichigo's, licking away the strawberry juices from his chin, only briefly pausing to brush his lips over Ichigo's. "And I, Primera, have done them all. Everything that your mind can think of, and a good number of things that you'd have never thought of. It might be interesting to try them all out again with you..."
Ichigo shivered. Aizen made it sound incredibly tempting; his voice rumbled like the purr of an expensive car, and his eyes smouldered like hot coals. Really, it was impossible to resist, but Ichigo had never made it easy for him, and he wasn't about to start now.
The Primera Espada bent down, taking the strawberry in his mouth, before also taking the finger that had been holding it, too, licking at it with his sticky tongue. He closed his own eyes, but it was all for show, really, and when he opened them again and drew back, he was delighted to see that he had actually flustered the stoic God of Hueco Mundo. There was a red flush to his neck that simply hadn't been there before; more obvious against the white of his clothing.
"Just which one of us is the teenager now?" Ichigo asked, sweetly, a sticky pink smile spreading over his face.
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rather that his mind had wandered elsewhere and he was having fun
Probably one of my favourite lines XD poor Ichigo *pats head* I love how you have Ichigo fighting back because he doesn't want to make it easy as opposed to not wanting it at all :D
Thank you so much again <33
wishes to see more of this XDno subject
And I added Aizen/Ichigo to my tags, so maybe there will be moreno subject
mwahaha I have infected you >D I would love you forever if there was more XD