What we do in the Shadows

by Mysticalbeingwithuntoldpowers

Summary:

Aftermath of going along with Ichigo's wish. Aka how Urahara and Aizen's life are spiralling out of their careful control without them noticing.

Maybe Reiatsu addiction was really a thing after all...

Chapter III based on prompt from uraichi week day IV: I am yours to command, use me as you please
Which is so on par for this whole series.

Chapter 1: The aftermath of banging your friend and the resulting mess

Over a week had passed since Aizen had invited himself into their private affair and despite the lifechanging event (it’s not every day that your friendship of centuries become one of lover’s), it was radio silence from all parties involved. It was as if he had dreamed the whole thing, which, even if he was out of it during most of their intense lovemaking, was completely out of the question. There was enough clean up and soreness afterward to make it very tangible. Regardless, it was business as usual in the Soul King Dimension. Ichigo was fulfilling his responsibilities and more or less using him as he pleased and Aizen was in his office working on books and codes of law. Nothing had changed. 

He wasn’t about to bring the subject either, it was the other’s two idea in the first place. He had been a great experience, better than he expected, but if Ichigo was satisfied with this, he wasn’t about to argue in favor of repeating it. He still wasn’t sure how he felt about the dichotomy of being so vulnerable in front of a known sociopathic predator who seemed almost tender with him. Moreover, if this continued, he had very mitigated feelings about being on the receiving end of someone else than Ichigo. Aizen and him have always seen each other as equals... Sex positions had no importance to him as long as it felt good, but he knew his friend and his perceptions on power dynamics. They were very unhealthy to say the least.  

He wondered if his lack of enthusiasm stemmed from possessiveness or not? Jealousy was too harsh a word to describe what he was feeling. He knew Ichigo wasn’t his, probably never would be and that was fine. Moreover, Aizen only saw sex as fulfilling some sort of checkmark toward his objective of having more control. There was no way either of them wanted a relationship together or with him. He was probably overthinking this as usual. Life was still great, and he dared hope that it would continue to be for the foreseeable future. He’d never been this carefree.  

Hence, while he was writing an introductory memo to start some correspondence with the too-curious- for-her-own-good Arrancar who intrigued him so much during her last visit, someone politely knocked on his door. He could of course tell it was Yoruichi, (even masked, her lack of aura was unmistakeable) but he nonetheless appreciated the polite gesture. It must be for something she cared about if she decided to use conventional methods to get access to him.  

“Come in, dear, what brings you here to bother this humble shopkeeper?” 

With an eye roll as she jumped on her desk to sit. “You haven’t been a shopkeeper for over a decade, Kisuke, you really should stop with the appellation. It’s annoying. To answer your question, I was passing by to give your roommate some documents referencing some obscure Shihouin’s tome and wanted to see how the other two lovebirds in this palace were doing. Ichigo hasn’t gotten tired of you yet?” 

He knew she was just kidding with that sentence, there was nothing in her tone that indicate that she suspected something, but in lieu of his recent trail of thoughts, he couldn’t prevent an almost imperceivable flinch (fucking hell how much did he miss his paper fan these days) at the question. “We’re good, best sex of my life to be honest, why?” 

Of course she noticed, it was her... His best friend was nothing if not incredibly perceptive, his quick positive reply wasn’t enough. She pounced on his telltale reaction, sensing possible juicy material to torment him with. Throwing her hands in the air in exasperation. “Okay, that confirms it. I was just fishing, but who are you trying to fool. Something suspicious is definitely going on and you are going to spill the beans. Aizen had a similar tell when I mentioned your name in passing and that must mean he is incredibly unsettled if I can read him” and she casted a soundproof kido around the room, wiggling two fingers while mumbling the incantation under her breath. “It’s just you and me, and you’re a dumbass with personal relationship, talk. What happened? Did you finally confess to Ichigo? Or even better yet, I’m above-than-mortal-feelings Aizen had admitted his crush of centuries on you. This would be the best shit ever, I never thought he would with his pride and arrogance and the sort of monstrous ego he carries around. I always thought he was even worse than you with emotional self-reflection.” 

“WHAT!!! NO!!! Aizen? What the fuck Yoruichi.” his fierce denial came from the heart. “Did Lisa lend you her stack of yaoi again? Stop teasing me.”  

“What did I say, a bunch of idiots you both are. When we had that discussion after I’ve recovered from that Quincy’s poison, I was very resentful about all the lies but now I see it. Aizen never respected anyone but you. Spill, c’mon. You’re itching to unload, I sense it.” 

Pffft... The Shihouin heiress was one of the most stubborn persons he knew, there was no way he could escape if she had decided that he had to share. Urahara sighted deeply in resignation before answering. “Nothing of the sort. You and Tessai, what a pair, how many times must I repeat it. Ichigo and I are good friends, nothing more. I am deeply grateful that I can serve him in this capacity as well. There is nothing to confess.” 

She shrugged, surprisingly not insisting further, “Okay, dear, if you say so, continue with your denial, it’s not as if you don’t have millennia ahead to figure it out. Anyways, to be honest, despite his care for everyone, I strongly suspect that our fair monarch is too broken inside to reciprocate your devotion. Division II kept an eye on him a few years back after the war and, as you know, the reports didn’t portray a happy go lucky young man. He does seem more stable since he has gotten his hook on you, which benefits the three realms in the end. Beside my advice for safe sex and to keep your secret stash of reiatsu pills well stocked, I don’t want to get involved further.” 

Dismissing the concern, “It’s under control, don’t worry.” 

“That said, your attempt at deflecting isn’t working, Kisuke.” Jumping down in front of him with an accusing finger, “What’s up with Aizen and you.” 

Passing a hand through his hair to figure out how he could put it delicately, Kisuke came out empty. There was no denying that he had begged to be fill, craving the escape of reiatsu overload. He had been fulfilled beyond his wish that day. He still had vivid fantasies about it, it had felt that good. He wasn’t ashamed, maybe simply a bit puzzled about how he had ended up as a human sandwich between the two most powerful being in the universe, so he decided to shock his friend instead. Maybe found amusement in how ridiculous all of this was. Thus, it was with a serious tone that he admitted: “I sucked his dick.” 

The crude words were totally worth it. His very libertine friend choked on her saliva, reduced to silence in between her coughs, recoiling in shock. Her face was hilarious. He laughed out loud at her expression of horror. He continued, adding more. “Ichigo was there too if you want to know the details. Actually, I’m pretty sure it was his idea.” 

Now, she sounded almost in awe. “Holy Shit, Kisuke. Aizen and Ichigo....” Her eyes had never been this wide as she continued to stare as if rearranging her mental picture of him. “I’m not sure if I’m fascinated or grossed out.”  and after a few seconds of absorbing the news, her curiosity won.  

He kept the details on how their original interest was to gain better control over the throne for the long term, how unspontaneous Aizen’s manipulation to get there had been. He personally had dropped the objective a long time ago to enjoy the hedonistic pleasure of oblivion, so he focused his narration on how Ichigo and Aizen had seemed interested in each other physically and how he didn’t object. They were both extremely good looking and captivating after all. It wasn’t hard to admit. 

He concluded with “It’s just sex, Yoruichi, nothing has changed. Look at us for example.”  

She seemed unconvinced at his affirmation, “Maybe for you... By the way, I can’t believe I share a partner with him, it’s the stuff of nightmares. Damn. How selfish of you. True emotional damage here... hahaha... But joke aside, Aizen isn’t like us, Kisuke. I don’t think he ever had fuck buddies before or had a modicum of respect for who he was with. I’m sure you haven’t heard from him because he is trying to process and badly handling it. But who am I to care, right? As long as it doesn’t affect the running of the realms and the wheel of reincarnation, I’m gonna stay in my corner with my popcorn to witness the great Aizen’s meltdown. I can sense it. You’ll see.” 

“Whatever, I think you’re delusional, but even if that isn’t the case I don’t care. As you said as long as the job get done. What we do in the shadows only concerns us. I’m sure there is no need to emphasize to keep what I said in confidence. It would tarnish Ichigo’s image. There was enough concealing done to erase the multiple mediatic disasters on the aftermath of his ascension, we don’t need another scandal. I know me and Sousuke are tolerated at best simply because it would be too much of an inconvenience to try to get rid of us. We aren’t noble like our King after all, old mentality dies hard.” 

“This isn’t my first rodeo, Kisuke, shut up, I taught you all of this. Pffftt... As if... Still it’s going to be fun, I’m telling you.” and it’s with a huge, malicious grin that she left in a hurry, punching him on the shoulder as goodbye.  

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Another week went by with nothing more than a greeting in passing from Aizen. Urahara was starting to think that maybe Yoruichi had stumbled onto something. This was very unhabitual. Their palace was big enough that they didn’t see each other every day, they were also the type of personalities to be very focused and involved when they had a project, but over two weeks of avoidance was a bit suspicious especially in consideration of recent events. Everyone knew Aizen liked to have an audience for his monologues...  He was often the recipient, lending an ear to his theorizing. They had spent many a night speculating and planning how to handle various issues with Soul Society. 

Thus, one morning after coming back from an errand, he had subtly prompted Ichigo on the matter of their roommate's reclusivity to see if it was only his perception, but the other wasn’t there often enough to notice anything strange, and he hadn’t pushed further. However, as he was about to return to his lab, teasingly, Ichigo had hinted that if he was curious why didn’t he visit himself? Who was doing the avoidance, right? He had also confirmed that he wasn’t gonna suddenly become jealous. He wasn’t insecure about his prowess in bed especially with how many he came on his cock every time they had intercourse. Ichigo’s confidence that he would always come to him for his needs was undeniable, but there was nothing he could say to deny the accuracy of the affirmation. His partner had finished the conversation with a light kiss on his cheek, in good humor, concluding that if ever him or Aizen wanted more of the same he had no problem providing and if they ever wanted to try something on their own than please let him know so he could watch.  

Exiting the room, Urahara had questioned for the billionth time where did the fumbling, innocent teenager had disappeared to, but all of this was very typical of Ichigo’s attitude toward sex, so he had shrugged it off, internally screaming at his own turmoil of emotions.  

Chapter 2: Maybe Reiatsu Addiction is really a problem...

Another week had passed in absolute radio silence from his illusive roommate. Urahara was starting to think that the other was so emotionally constipated that he would have to do the first step to initiate a discussion or at least find an excuse to force him to be in his presence. He was about to find some pretext, probably the timely convenient new proposition by the Kuchiki that needed their input, when Ichigo resolved the matter for him.  

He had tasked them to assess the new potentials for the Gotei as to promote new lieutenants since they had not found suitable candidates after the losses of the wars. He wanted their opinion because he believed some captains and noble houses were pushing for aspirants that weren’t ready; basing themselves on personalities they like (or other less ethical factors) instead of strength and competence. His King had clearly stated that he’d rather have empty seats for a bit longer than placing inadequate people that would be a nuisance for centuries to come (taking the second division lieutenant as his prime example). He also wanted the process to be as fair and impartial as possible without his direct involvement so he wouldn’t be accused of favoritism later. No one would ever associate Aizen with a need to cater to people (unless they wanted to die) and as for him, there was no candidate he knew personally.  

It had been less than a decade since they had fulfilled the vacant captaincies, mostly promoting from already established figures. Akon had been the most recent one (replacing Mayuri) after Isane's advancement so there were still divisions missing a second seat including his. No one had believed it (including himself) when his ex-third seat, the introverted that a lot of people easily dismissed, had asked to pass the captain test following the execution of his predecessor. Since then, despite his numerous attempts, Urahara had not discovered how he did it or what his powers were. His ex-collaborator was taking a particular joy at teasing him with his once-in-a-lifetime secret he didn’t have to share with his mentor. He guessed that was probably a bit of karma for all the times he did the same to others. Nevertheless, deep-down he was proud of Akon’s accomplishments (on second reflection, he probably stole his bankai-in-three-days idea, which showed some resolved and guts). Thus, Kisuke was quite satisfied that his legacy as the first President of the Shinigami Research and Development Institute would continue with someone who had the right spirit to be in charge of it. Mayuri hadn’t been subtle enough despite being the oldest of them three. With him and Shutara gone, there weren’t that many people left that were interested in talking about science at his level. It was regrettable, but Ichigo had been firmed on his decision to remove Kurotsuchi from his functions and that had been it.  

Over the years, no one else from the twelfth division had been willing to take more responsibilities to support their new captain or be made a more public figure (attending meeting and socializing) that would waste time better spent on their own specific scientific indulgences.  Therefore, they had three positions to fulfill with the addition of the seventh and eighth division. From what he understood, they were about ten candidates that were being considered. 

Anyways, all of this wasn’t very important in consideration of being forced to interact with Sousuke for several prolonged periods of time. It was one thing to initiate a casual chat about a work matter (like he intended) versus the awkwardness of standing next to him for hours knowing that the other one wasn’t as unshakable as he first thought. Or was he? It was easy to assume that he had imagined his beatific expression and tender caresses because he had been so fucked out of his mind. Maybe his subconscious had imagined affection when there wasn’t any? Since he hadn’t seen his one-time lover in person after the event, it was hard to assess...  

It would be impossible to tell regardless. They both have centuries of training in poker faces and pretending; fooling everyone around them. He was confident in their abilities to ignore the lingering tension, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to. After that conversation with Yoruichi, he was more confused than ever. Aizen having a crush on him for decades? How absurd. Totally ridiculous. He was even starting to think that Ichigo was manipulating them to force a confrontation, but to what effects? What would be the point? How paranoid was he? Ichigo didn’t care either way, he made that clear. Sex was sex. He was overthinking as usual.  

Benihime was also uncharacteristically silent on the matter. That was also bizarre, she wasn’t one to avoid expressing her opinions. (As he had experienced in the previous months). Her deflecting was even more unsettling than the turmoil of his own mind. It was surprising that she was losing an opportunity to berate him... 

So here he was, under the clear blue sky of the Soul King Dimension, lingering on his balcony, for once unable to dismiss his lingering doubts or put away his unwanted confusion into a drawer never to be open again. He didn’t even understand why he seemed to care so much either. In the unlikely possibility that any of these crazy hypotheses were true, it didn’t change anything. He had no intention of having a committed relationship with anyone.  

Urahara sighed out loud.  

It was at this moment that Ichigo materialized next to him, a hand on his knee, dropping out of the sky. “What’s plaguing your mind, darling. I could hear your exasperation from miles away with how soul deep that noise echoed.” 

Not surprised in the least at the sudden appearance, Kisuke didn’t even flinch. Ichigo was a god after all, he’d gotten used to him bypassing all his training. He waved him off. “It’s nothing.” 

Of course, Ichigo wasn’t fooled or dumb so the immediate inquiring eyebrow that said, ‘really’ louder than words made an appearance, starring at him in disappointment.  

He wasn’t going to further insult his partner’s intelligence by denying that he had been bothered, so he immediately corrected himself. “Nothing to concern you about, I’m overanalyzing as usual.” 

Shrugging, “If you say so. I trust that if it was a security issue, you would have already told me about it. Hence, I can only offer the next best thing, willing to provide a distraction.” And he concluded by winking at him and raising his hand on his lap to grab in-between his legs, making it obvious the real reason for his presence.   

Going along, “Goodness gracious, how forward of you. We are outside, what are you thinking.” 

“C’mon Kisuke, don’t pretend innocence. You like it when I show you who you belong to.” and as he spoke, Ichigo casted a barrier around them with a flick of his fingers while he raised his spiritual pressure, overwhelming his senses in a second. 

At the familiar, addictive sensation sipping through his pores, Urahara stopped his pretend protests, opening his mouth instead to receive a very possessive kiss from his lover. It was indeed the best distraction from his unwanted trail of thoughts. He was lounging in his chair, Ichigo towering over him, back to the open sky, hand still busy massaging his now very awakened dick. He let himself go. He was seeing stars.  

A handjob was definitely what he needed. 

The sash of his yukata had somehow loosened, and Ichigo was now touching him directly, pumping up and down in a rhythm he knew he liked. He moaned at the touch; the sounds covered by the lips and tongue still invading his mouth. In case they were observers, it would only look like they were very close to another, talking, Ichigo obstructing the view with his broad back. Hence, he didn’t mind being on display for his lover when he was released from their embrace.  

Ichigo seemed to appreciate his state of deshabillé, leisurely perusing what he could see of his naked skin, while he continued his hand movements. His smile was radiant and, for a moment, Kisuke was blinded under its shine. However, as minutes went by, it didn’t take long before he realized that Ichigo had no intention of giving him a quickie. He was nowhere near completion, the energy in the air not enough to satisfy his need for oblivion. It was as if his lover was limiting his output despite the kido surrounding them.  

At his annoyed glance, Ichigo caught on and his smile turned more predatory. “Anything to say, Kisuke? Reading mind is still something I can’t do you know. Use your words.” 

What a bastard. Well two could play at that game. It’s not because he chose to be more submissive in this relationship that he was going to beg when he didn’t need to. What an arrogant bratz. Pretending he wasn’t affected as well. Pfft... Ichigo wasn’t immune to visual and physical stimulation; he was going to convince him to finish the job without saying a thing or ending it himself if needed to be.  

Thus, certain of his appeal, Urahara put three of his fingers in his mouth, making a show of covering them with saliva as much as he could, indecent slurping noises breaking the silence. He also raised his knees, feet on the lounging chair. His yukata wasn’t hiding much at this point. Ichigo was forced to release him due to his new position, but he was undoubtedly interested where this was going, bulge very evident in the confines of his very tight jeans. Well, Kisuke hoped that he was uncomfortable enough to finish this quickly. From the golden tingle in his pupils, his lover was liking his initiative since he didn’t prevent him from continuing.  

Hence, he started fingering himself, pinching his nipple with his other hand, all under the appreciative gaze of his partner. Being ogled like this was turning him on, making him feel desirable and treasured. All was good. He could come like this if his favorite drug wasn’t so restrained. By how the young god was wetting his lips in fascination, he didn’t want him to stop fucking himself yet. As he had hoped, the flow of reiatsu coming from his partner was leaking into the air, uninterrupted, surrounding them more and more with lust, reinforcing his pleasure. 

He was already three fingers deep, eyes closed, completely surrendering to the sensations, when he heard Ichigo’s zip come down. Despite himself, he slowed down to stare, his favorite toy now in plain view at face level. After so many times of coming on it, Ichigo’s cock, like his owner, was impossible to ignore. He almost had a Pavlovian reaction to it. His fingers weren’t as satisfying anymore... His hole was already anticipating his master. Nevertheless, he still had a little bit of pride left, so he added another finger to compensate, stretching himself in an attempt at filing his newfound emptiness. He also kept his eye open; having his own show to watch.  

Meanwhile, his lover was masturbating to him, already leaking from the slit. Kisuke was mesmerized by the drops of pearlescent liquid, licking his lips without realizing how much he was giving away by the gesture. However, it didn’t escape his partner, who, taking him by surprise, unleashed the full power of his spiritual pressure on him. Urahara felt back on the chair under the force, drooling in ecstasy, eyes rolling backward. He moaned, suddenly becoming hypersensitive to even the air touching him. This was so good. That’s what he was craving. He needed more. That feeling was simply indescribable. Only with Ichigo.  

He sped up his hand, faster and faster, moving his hips to fuck himself harder and harder, his skin was burning, he was so hot, nothing else matters but chasing that feeling of oblivion found in completion.  

Minutes, hours, seconds, millennia passed, it wasn’t important, he was so close. His hand moved to his cock to finish himself off. He knew he needed just an extra little touch, but before he could reach his goal, Sai (塞, Restrain) was cast on him, and his wrist was pushed away, Ichigo smirking down on him.  

He whined, not coherent enough to express his outrage.  

“I don’t think so, sweetheart. I decide when you’re allowed to come. I see you still need to be taught. How disappointing.” and he combined his words with action; stopping the inflow of lusty reiatsu all around them.  

The shock was too much for his nerves, the void left behind was too painful mentally and physically. The contrast from the pleasure a moment before was short-circuiting his faculties and senses. He spasmed, body confused, fingers still inside playing with his prostate, foaming at the mouth.  

He was lost, brain dead, unable to form a cohesive sentence even in his own mind, overwhelmed. 

Ichigo took the opportunity to lift him one handed like a rag doll, throwing him against the rail, his chin and arms on the balustrade supporting him. His god settled behind him, cock in between his cheeks. He was exposed to the world, but his mind was blank, unable to think on his vulnerabilities or what he looked like. He craved what he had been withdrawn from, unable to focus on anything else but his need.  

“Don’t forget who you belong to next time.”  

And on those last words, Ichigo pushed inside him in one straight move, raising his aura again. He came on the spot, yelling to the sky, drained. Ichigo continued throughout despite his almost unconscious state, using him as he pleased until he also came an unfathomable amount of time later. He then dropped him on the lounging chair, leaving with a fond kiss on his forehead as he dismissed the barrier around them.  

Urahara closed his eyes, sleep overtaking him despite his state. 

Chapter 3: Two birds with one stone

Notes:

Update based on day IV of Uraichi week's prompt: I am yours to command, use me as you please

Well, he had wanted to stop thinking, that had done the trick...  

Nevertheless, when he woke up still sticky and sweaty, Kisuke wasn’t sure if he was comfortable with how Ichigo had solved his problem for him. His behavior had been even more pathetic than usual toward his partner...  

Thus, while cleaning up, getting hydrated and swallowing up a reishi pill of his own making, Kisuke had some intense reflection of his own. That was a new low of depravity even for him... Any passerby could have seen him on display... Not that he minded per se, (he wasn’t ashamed of his body or a prude), but it was more everything else that was implied with how out of it he was. It didn’t sit well at all... and why was Benihime not intervening? Wasn’t she supposed to protect his soul? But there was no way Ichigo was a threat... Damnit, this was so confusing... 

In addition, since when had Ichigo learn how to use his spiritual pressure to torment him? His strong reiatsu was one of his appeals, but it seemed they crossed another step today. He also wasn’t sure if he liked where they were heading. He was way too reactive for his own good... That had always been an advantage throughout his long life especially as an assassin but, right now, he had to admit that he had been played. But why would the other do that? He never imagined his heightened sensitivity could be used against him this way in a sexual context. How did Ichigo know about it? With the timing and mastery he used, it seemed likely it wasn’t the first time he had done it to a partner... 

To be fair however, there was only his king that could overwhelmed like that, so it wasn’t an inherent risk with anybody else. Or was it? It hadn’t been the case when he experimented with his own previous partners, but it also had been a very long time since he had regular intercourse like he had been having in the last few months. Maybe his body changed? As he grown so accustomed to a mix of both reiatsu and sex that they were now intertwined in his psyche? Needing one with the other to reach his peak? It had been dozens and dozens of times he’d submitted to Ichigo always in the same general pattern. Had he conditioned himself? How could he assess this?  

After what had just happened and how, he wasn’t sure asking his regular lover to have sex with him as a normal human was possible. Ichigo was a god. Moreover, the other had no reason to indulge him. He wasn’t even sure he trusted him anymore even if he said he would. In addition, what if they couldn’t??? How would it impact their relationship? Maybe in a gigai? But was there one strong enough to contain Ichigo? Could he build one? Even if he did, wouldn’t that disconnect the Soul King from holding reality together? Yeah, he wasn’t going to endanger the realms for indulging his personal curiosity about his sex life. There was a limit to what even he would do for scientific pursuits.  

Nevertheless, it would break something inside him if he couldn’t get it up without reiatsu’s help. It would probably displease Ichigo or bother him too. He didn’t want to risk what they had. He was his sun. The worlds needed their king way more than an ex-exile scientist. This wasn’t a good time to trouble his partner with his worries. (He doubted it would ever be). However, he had to be realistic about his condition. Tessai’s numerous warnings about addiction were coming back to the forefront of his mind. He also had read about his possible state on some noble records predating the Gotei in between concubine and master after his long-time friend insisted. Ichigo was so powerful and dominant he was probably not realizing how he was affected, putting it on reiatsu depletion and exhaustion every time he passed out. Which were also factors to consider as well.  

Urahara also remembered how happy Ichigo had been when he had found out he could withstand his full presence the first time they had sex. The young twenty something had even giggled in merriment at the discovery. As if Kisuke had been a great gift from heaven. Since that day, the ex-captain had vowed to himself to satisfy his king as long as the other wanted him. He was his to command, to do as he pleased. Yeah, he wasn’t going to break his promise (even if he was the only who knew about it) for petty insecurities. After what he went through, Ichigo deserved everything he wanted and more.  

So, since that option was out, what should he do? 

He thought about confiding to Yoruichi or Tessai, but discard the idea as soon as it came. They would tell him to stop seeing Ichigo and he didn’t want that. He would also have to justify himself to his sovereign if he started to refuse him and explain why, which was exactly what he wanted to avoid. Hence, not an option either. 

Benihime had been silent since that threesome, probably plotting her next outburst to reprimand him. He didn’t see why, she had been on board with trying something new, but she was a volatile mistress. She couldn’t help for now. He didn’t feel like going into jinzen to confront her and get yelled at. She would show up when she felt like it. It’s not as if he needed his bankai soon.  They were at peace with no enemies.  

A knock at the door interrupted his reflection.  

 A voice he hadn’t heard in weeks stated without hesitation that he was going to wait for him at the entrance of their palace. “I’ve summoned a Tenchuuren (Heavenly Pillar) for our travel, Kisuke, meet you there in fifteen.” and the presence was gone as fast as it came. Yeah, another proof Aizen was avoiding him as much as possible.  

Nevertheless, that had the merit of bringing him back to reality and another one of his problems (the one he was trying to forget in the first place). The next few days were going to be spent in close proximity with Sousuke... 

Arrrghh... the absolute blow to his pride... it’s been so long since they’ve seen each other, what was he supposed to say. Could they keep their exchanges to business only? Probably... knowing them if there was a want there was a way. The issue is that he wanted to know what the other was thinking, but he couldn’t discover it without expressing his own thoughts... Keeping important matters for themselves where what they were known for actually... 

What was driving him wasn’t regret, nor shame, more a certain incertitude on how they stand. Aizen had been his conspirator for centuries, it was hard to see him in another light than that. It was probably the same for his fellow exile. Would the ex-traitor imagine, every time he looked in his direction, how he had begged for his cock, wrecked and out of his mind in blissful pleasure??? He sure did... (maybe he was part of the whole avoidance going on after all...). Or that had already been long forgotten, a casual part of his plan to gain control over Ichigo without another thought to his person? Maybe he had been delusional for the last few days and there was nothing going on. Was it business as usual for the sociopathic brunet? 

Suddenly, epiphany struck! Maybe that incertitude wasn’t as problematic as he first thought, maybe that was a potential solution to the new issue that what was plaguing him... hmmphh... maybe he could use his fellow immortal as a test subject??? In lieu of his recent worry with Ichigo. But how? Could he go through with it? Would the other be interested? He assumed Aizen could be convinced, but nothing was certain, and he didn’t want to look the fool. There were so many unknown factors... First and foremost, did he even want to? But he needed to be sure that he hadn’t been altered in irreparable ways by all the reiatsu infusions from Ichigo... 

Fuck, what a mess. Would sex between the two of them alter his friendship with Sousuke forever? Was it already too late after what they had done? Clearly, he hadn’t been as unaffected as he would like to pretend; the proof was on how much he had been reflecting on it since the incident. Direct avoidance wasn’t in Sousuke’s nature as well. If he was unimpacted, their relationship would have remained the same and they would have continued to have their regular chitchat. It was much more his own style to bury what had been done and never talked about it ever again. Aizen had a certain emotional bluntness, not mincing his words if there was something to tease him with. He wouldn’t have hesitated to pounce on a new perceived weakness. The fact that he didn’t was telling enough. 

But what if he didn’t bury his head into the sand? What if he continued in that path? Could he seduce his friend to have a comparative of how deep his addiction was running? Without any other feelings than that? He already sorta had Ichigo’s blessing if he wanted to explore that avenue, so it wasn’t like he was cheating or anything. It wasn’t morally reprehensible to pursue that course of action (not that ethic had ever had much impact on his decision process).  

So why was he so hesitant? 

According to Yoruishi, Sousuke always had a crush on him (which he still refused to believe, but it was nonetheless a possibility...). Hence, it tainted his current line of self-questioning; was he preventing himself out of guilt because his own feelings weren't involved? Was he that considerate? That would be out-of-character... Moreover, it wouldn’t be the first time he used his appeal to seduce a target. Sometimes it was the easiest method to fulfill a mission. In addition, it wasn’t as if Aizen wasn’t a total manipulative asshole on his best day. Why couldn’t he be the same.  

Yeah, he needed to be sure he wasn’t irreparably damaged; reassured himself so he could continue to fulfill Ichigo’s needs like he deserved. He had a golden opportunity to find a resolution to both problems at once. He shouldn’t prevent himself out of misplaced negativity because he was scared. He’ll figure how as it goes. He had a few days ahead of him. 

Thus, resolve taken, Urahara jumped down from his window and went to meet his unsuspecting target. There was no way Aizen would have anticipated that move... Maybe it would even be fun to tease him a bit. Put a crack in his immutable ice armor... 

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A few hours later found him still with a lack of idea on how to implement his approach to his co-worker. Any attempt at starting a discussion had been met with the shortest and curtest answer. Not that Sousuke didn’t always sounded condescending and distant, but this felt particularly targeted. This was also very atypical from the always over monologuing ex-dictator especially with him. Since their takeover, their friendship didn’t have to be hidden anymore and he knew Aizen minimally respected him, and he was one of the few he could brainstorm with.  

They had ride together to get down to Seireitei. Aizen had pretexted a review of the candidates’ profile as an excuse, folders in hand to avoid looking at him for too long. But Urahara wasn’t fooled. This was simply pure and evasive actions. The other probably knew that he knew what he was giving away by that attitude and still did it anyways, so it was even more puzzling. They were both well trained on how not to show that sort of weakness to anyone even if they weren't’ enemy.  

He questioned himself again if his chosen path was the right method... Maybe Ichigo had been in a particular, unexplainable mood earlier and he had inadvertently triggered him??? It would explain his extreme behavior. But somehow, Urahara had lingering doubts that it was the case. Ichigo had a dark side that he rarely showed nowadays. However, did he need to go to the extent of seducing someone else to prove something to himself? Maybe it could wait? Was there really an issue? 

But as the saying goes, curiosity kills the cat; that particular falling had always been his downfall. He was more and more certain there was something abnormal with Aizen, so he had to probe to discover what it was. Two birds with one stone! Fantastic. It was his duty to uncover what was plaguing his co-royal adviser, so it wasn’t just solving his own issues anymore.  

Side-by-side, they arrived, directly led by a first division seat to an empty dojo where Shunsui Kyoraku was waiting for them with his ever-present lieutenant.  

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Chapter 4: Experiment

Over the next few hours, they were busy judging the contestants’ kido proficiency so there hadn’t been anytime to refine his strategy concerning Aizen. Nevertheless, it had been an interesting afternoon, extremely entertaining especially for the stir they had caused by their mere presence. It seemed no one but the head captain and his lieutenant had been aware they were coming. Amongst the applicants, there were some faces he’d never seen and other he’d vaguely heard about, but no one was familiar. What had been funny were the reactions of some of the wannabe lieutenant when they realized who was there to witness their performance. He wasn’t egocentric enough to know it was due to him. 

Aizen’s cold and assessing stare of finding you lacking at all times was the perfect test for the ‘working under pressure’ psychological aspect of lieutenanthood. It was probably why he was invited anyways. It wasn't for his charming personality that was for sure. Shunsui was that type of person and so was Ichigo. His co-adviser to the Soul King still had that unexplainable aura, a decade after, for anyone who had survived the Winter and Quincy Wars. The man himself was also self-aware enough to enjoy it and abuse it. He was probably having a lot of fun right now, actually. And so did he.  

Even the captain-commander couldn’t prevent his smirk when he saw one of the candidates crumbled on the floor in fear as soon as the panel was introduced. Obviously that poor person was immediately eliminated...  

With the nine remaining, none of them stood out for their performance. On the other hand, no one did extremely poorly either. Ise had been a fair administrator of the test, and none could shatter her barrier with their best Hado, but no one blew their casting in their face, which was all that was expected for a new lieutenant. Nevertheless, one young lady caught his attention by her absolute lack of reaction at their mention. Even if she was somewhat used to the deceptive layback attitude of their commander in chief, Aizen and him had a reputation after all. Maybe he should have been insulted but he was rather impressed than appalled. Either she was fearless or was missing a screw or two (which didn’t mean she couldn’t fit right in with the high up of the Gotei). It was a name full of Y, yaya yuyu something. She came in looking at her device and chewing gum, waving at them as if they were all friendly when she was named. Did what was required and immediately went back to her phone, ignoring them as she walked out. He absolutely did not mind the lack of formality, and he knew Kyoraku didn’t care either despite his lieutenant’s outrage at the lack of respect.  

Oh well, at least there was something interesting about her. Most of the other concurrent looked like they came all from the same mold. Robots, the lots of them with no creativity. Maybe there were all intimidated to the point of shyness? Didn’t bode well... Anyways, they had another day to assess. Which, from what he had been explained, consisted of proving they had awakened their Zanpakuto and answering a few questions about themselves. It was bound to be as interesting if he could talk to them directly. He should prepare some good queries to throw them off balance. His god had given him a mission, and he was going to do his best to give him a fair report despite his personal lack of interest in the running of the Gotei. He was counting on the ever-so-serious lieutenant of the first to have the standard ones covered and Aizen to intimidate people just by his presence.  

Thus, he headed out toward the fifth, already planning his tomorrow. He was supposed to meet Shinji and Hiyori for supper. Aizen had his own plan, and he didn’t inquire what they were. (It wasn’t as if the man liked company or had friends...) They weren’t going back to the Soul King Dimension and sleeping arrangements near the first’s barrack had been prepared for them. Hence, he knew he still have all night if he wanted to try his luck. It wouldn’t do to be more suspicious than he already was. 

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A few hours later found him slightly tipsy, looking for his roommate. Knowing him, man was probably reading a book near his bed. He obviously hadn’t told the Vizards about his current predicament, they had already very mitigated feelings about Aizen and him being long-time friends and knowing his own involvement in their exile. He had work very hard to be forgiven and despite their almost mended relationships, Kisuke knew that he would never be able to have their trust ever again. There was no useful advice coming from that side.  

In addition, Ichigo’s attitude toward him was neither something he wanted to share, especially how he was treated earlier... People were thriving under the King’s new reign, Ichigo was a blinding sun, shining and radiant for everyone, and it wouldn’t do to start rumors about his darker nature. He would be a poor show of gratitude considering that he wasn’t even sure his worries were founded.  

He sighed. Every time in came to Seireitei it was the same... There would always be regrets for the actions he had to undertake to replace the Reio with a competent ruler, especially the collateral damages. He doubted Aizen felt the same way, he never did, they had often argued when they were young over the potential consequences of their chosen path, before the wheel started to turn and none of it was avoidable anymore. Even Muken. Years of imprisonment with sensory deprivation and sacrifice for the greater cause... He shivered at what the other willingly endured for the fulfillment of his goals. It took commitment. Aizen would always have his respect for that.  

But was that feeling going to be enough (and his roommate's good looks of course) to go through with what he wanted to test. Kisuke was starting to doubt himself. Aizen had shown no overture whatsoever to his poor attempts earlier... There was a difference between acting in the heat of the moment, mind already blown out with lust versus cold hard seduction to someone he wasn’t even sure wanted to be seduced... 

Oh well, the die was cast; he had to know what was going on between them before it gnaws at his psyche even more. Consequences be damned. 

He was at the door of their living quarters, taking his courage in hand before announcing his presence with a fake cheerful voice. His approach was probably sensed way before that, but why go against expectations, right? “Sou-chan, are you there? I’m back!” 

No reply... Asshole... 

“Don’t be rude Sou-chan. Doesn’t it remind you of when we were seats? Bunking together all night? How far we’ve come...” 

A door finally slid open and Aizen came out, annoyed, passing a hand through his still wet hair, moving his signature lock around. He was wearing a slightly too short navy jinbei, probably lent by their host, obviously ready for bed. “What do you want Kisuke.” 

He stalled. What did he want exactly? He couldn’t throw himself at him... even if it would make thing simpler. That would be showing too much weakness, and he wasn’t that intoxicated... Moreover, there was a good chance he was just going to end up in kido chains for his troubles. Aizen never reacted really well to surprising movements...  

He blurred out to buy minutes and maybe confused the other, still with an exaggerated grin: “You!” 

All he got was an eyes roll... as Aizen turned around to go back inside his room. Unacceptable! Urahara reached forward to grab his arm faster than the eye could see. Serious this time; “We need to talk Sousuke and you know why.” 

Aizen sighed very audibly, and resignedly took a chair and sat, facing him, as Urahara did the same. “So, you finally decided to stop avoiding me, Kisuke.” 

What? Who was doing the avoidance, it certainly wasn’t him. For almost a month now, what the hell. Arrogant asshole. 

He knew he sounded offended but there was no point trying to hide his outrage when he replied. “Don’t project, you barely glance my way when we are forced to cross path, even earlier today.” 

The disbelief was evident. “Pfffttt... That’s what I get for being respectful of your mitigated feelings... I was giving you time to get used to it. We have an eternity after all. You obviously had regrets.”  

Huh??? “What are you talking about. What feelings.” 

The eyebrow of uncredibility made an appearance, raising almost to his vis-a-vis' hairline. “Are you so out of touch with your own soul these days that you can’t acknowledge that? When is the last time you went into jinzen and had a long talk with Benihime? Don’t repeat my mistakes and dismiss your Zanpakuto’s words of advice. Your princess is worth listening too...  

Regardless, it’s none of my business if you want to regress to a pathetic state. We are in for the long run after all; I am confident you’ll climb out of it eventually.  

Nevertheless, it seems I need to dispel your confusion and misunderstanding because you’re an idiot.  After that delightful interlude, for the few days after, your reishi output had weird fluctuations whenever I was nearby, it was probably unnoticeable to most, but you and I aren’t most, aren’t we. I judged you weren’t ready to implement more of our plan, so I withdraw to let you time to get over whatever was troubling you.” And then Aizen put both hands on the table, challenging him. “Tell me that’s not true, Kisuke. You can’t admit you want more, even to yourself, don’t you.” Daring him to contradict his statements by sending him a soul deep stare, his amber to his grey, deep enough he could see the purple glitter of his reishi inside his pupils. That was oddly confrontational but somewhat endearing at the same time. From his perspective, it was obviously the other that couldn’t get enough of him, but Aizen couldn’t admit it for fear of losing face... 

Even if his friend got his analysis of the situation completely wrong, narcissistic asshole, maybe it was an opportunity to test whatever was plaguing him... He just had to suck up a bit of his ego and go with the flow... Hence, Urahara didn’t question his judgement any further and replied. “I still think it’s the other way around, Sousuke, but if that reassures you, I have no problem telling you you’re very attractive right now and that I had a very pleasing experience in my office. Mature enough for you?  Are you feeling better now that it’s out in the open?”  

However, the dubious expression didn’t change. “Don’t use that condescending tone on me, Kisuke. We both know it’s just a front.”  

It was his turn to rolls his eyes... What else was he supposed to do to prove that he wasn’t unsettled at all and sex was just sex. Since when was Aizen this skirmish with other people’s emotions unless it was to protect his own? 

Whatever, it was now or never, he had a golden opportunity without having to explain himself. Enough talking. Thus, convinced of his own rectitude, Urahara, in one agile movement, jumped over the small table to lend into his friend’s laps, hands around his shoulders. Aizen’s own settled onto his waist by reflex, his eyes still plagued by uncertainty. It was very uncharacteristic of him... Man usually radiated confidence. Maybe he needed a bit more encouragement? 

“Now, are you convinced? We can have fun on our own. You’ll see you’re imagining things about my unwillingness.” 

And then he seized his friend’s face between his palms, kissing his partner with all the enthusiasm he could muster. The lips under him remained close, but they were warm, and he didn’t get discouraged. He knew of his own appeal. He hadn’t imagined Sousuke’s obvious attraction on those previous occasions. His future lover wasn’t moving away either. All he got was a deer in the headlight reaction, like that first time when their situation had been reversed, but after a few seconds, the hold around his waist grew firmer and a mouth finally open under his own.  

Their tongue intertwined in a dance as old as time, a fire suddenly ignited within them as their hands got busy divesting them of unnecessary barriers like those annoying sash holding their clothes. From the hard to ignore bulge rubbing his own, it seemed like they were really doing it and sooner than later. Under their passionate embrace, their spiritual pressure was starting to get out of control, flashes of red mixing with sparkles of dark purple. It was flaring like crazy. The total opposite of when he was with Ichigo where his own was subdued completely. Nonetheless, it wouldn’t do to announce to the whole city what they were doing, so he took the time to cast a barrier around the room, Aizen thinking the same while their fingers moved in intricate patterns. Meanwhile, their stare confirmed that they both wanted this with a conviction that left him reeling from the backslash.  

After that, it didn’t take long before skin was touching skin, they weren’t wearing much after all, both their mouth moving to all those newly revealed body parts. Marking, claiming, bruising, something had awoken in both of them.  If there were a few appreciative sounds in the air, then everyone was too busy to know from whom they were coming from. Thus, it didn’t matter. 

His neck was probably already covered in hickeys with how much he was feeling the suction on his collarbone, but that didn’t matter either. With their recovery rate, all traces would be gone in a few hours at most. Hence, Urahara didn’t hesitate to leave his imprint on his lover as much as he wanted as well. Who cared about tomorrow and their responsibilities. This felt good. Different than with Ichigo, but not necessarily in a bad way. He was much more conscious of his actions, deciding where he wanted to put his mouth and hands, appreciative of those nice pecs and broad shoulders under his fingers.  

Suddenly, two hands grabbed the back of his tights, lifting him with no efforts, carrying him in two steps to drop him on a counter nearby. He spread his legs wider in welcome, Aizen moving in even closer like he’d always belonged there. Gone was the ex-criminal's uncertainty from moments before. Their cocks were aligned and both their hands moved in sync to grab them together. Pumping up and down with that amazing friction that made him moan in ecstasy. He crossed his ankles behind Sousuke back, making sure to keep him there. He was so glad (and maybe hugely relieved) that everything was working as it should, precum leaking and helping them slide their hands even better.  

They came like that, almost simultaneously, Urahara’s head falling unto his lover’s shoulder, spent; his brain already drawing results from his experiment. However, he didn’t have time to analyze anything as Aizen grabbed him like a sack of potatoes and threw him over his shoulder, walking decisively toward his bedroom.  

What the hell as he gotten himself into? 

Chapter 5: Denial thy name starts with K

He woke up the following morning even more confused than he had been for the past few weeks. What the fuck happened. How was everything going against all his expectations again. How did he get into these situations? What was he missing? How did his experiment throw factors into the equations he hadn’t even consider? What was he supposed to say or feel now? It was so surprising his Zanpakuto was keeping her resolute disgruntled silence with him. It would have been an ideal occasion for her to throw some scaling comments his way. Oh well. It’s not as if he was looking forward to it.  

When Aizen had such a determined and intent face last night, Urahara was sure he was in for a reckoning for the ages (in the best way). He hadn’t been against it either, maybe curious even. He could admit that, especially after the earlier passionate success and the adrenaline high. However, the reality of it had been a lot different. He wasn’t sure how he felt. Intimacy was not something he ever been comfortable with.  

Before he knew what happened, he had been thrown into a bed (as expected), a strong arm over his waist, a light kiss on his neck as he got snuggled from behind. What?! Spooning? From him!!! He was so shocked at the affectionate gesture, he couldn’t protest, and then, Aizen probably casted a modified version of Shibireyubi (しびれ指, Numbing Finger) on him because he was paralyzed in this position and immediately felt asleep. How else would he explain his passiveness otherwise? Ain't no way he did that on his own.  

The bed was empty when he woke up, dazed and puzzled. Not just the bed, but the entire apartment. Hmmm... That was typical of Aizen’s recent avoidance. However, he wasn’t feeling disappointed at all more like profound relief. He certainly didn’t want to have a conversation on the subject... or at least he wasn’t ready for it. He had enough on his plate already...  

So, he took his shower, got prepared to do his duties, and walked resolutely toward the First, trying to ignore the haunting flashback of a strong bicep on his chest or the pulsating feeling of the Hogyoku between his shoulder blades. He partially succeeded until he had to sit next to his colleague and immediately started to blush. Fucking hell. He was way too old for this shit. Centuries they’ve known each other and work together! It was in moment like these that he missed his fan the most.  

Thankfully, Aizen was doing his regal, cold routine talking with the head-captain, so he probably didn’t notice his telltale reaction. He couldn’t imagine how he could lose face in a more humiliating way. Especially when the other seemingly didn’t seem affected... which fair... it wasn’t as if he was someone easy to read even on his off day. So, trying to decipher his stupid, handsome poker face was not going to be helpful...  

Time to get his bearings. All this unwelcomed tangled was beneath him. He was Urahara Kisuke, Immortal, and Royal Guardian. He had a mission from his King, and he would do his best to satisfy him as usual. Ichigo was counting on him. This should be his priority, not whatever his Machiavellian co-worker was scheming. There was no way all this bullshit fondness was genuine!  

Anyways the door was opening, and it was the perfect opportunity to refocus. The candidates had to sit in front of the four judges and handled in way of demonstration and answers what they throw at them. They were only nine potentials left, so the ordeal would probably be last only today. Nanao was thorough so there would be no botching this, but the rest of them were pretty decisive so it would compensate. He was looking forward to seeing if that young looking cheery Yayu was going to be the same, unimpressed-by-them today.  

The two first candidates were so bland he couldn’t even remember their names. One had been from a minor noble house associated with the Shihouin and clearly expected this to be a formality due to his lineage because he kept throwing who he knew at them and how his connections would help... He could tell Shunsui found it amusing and Sousuke the total opposite. It was exactly the type of person his friend hated the most and why they started their agenda to change things. Ichigo would agree with their assessment. No matter how talented that person was, if he was so insecure as to throw his connections in casual conversation, he was only going to be trouble in the long run and not where they all wanted the Gotei to go.  

The third, Rinto Atau, refused to talk but used writing and signed language instead... That peculiarity was how he remembered him. Nanao Ise and Aizen (when the fuck had he learned that) had no trouble following but he was seriously considering this as a handicap if the man was to train and give orders to other Shinigamis under his command. How did he do it already as a high seat? At least his shikai was something he had never seen before. Summoning was a pretty common type of Zanpakuto, but any animal shaped you want could be incredibly practical on a daily basis and mid-fight as well if one was fast enough. He must admit that he had fun asking for the most eclectic range he could think of. Shunsui had to stop him when he inquired about an elephant...  

As they continued their interviews, Kisuke reflected that he was really doing his best to found someone suitable for Akon but so far, all his questions on potential research and development aptitudes were met with complete blanked stare... It seemed the Academy wasn’t better than it used to be for developing a questioning mind... It wasn’t surprising considering he had first hand experience as the jailer of those who were too curious...  

Anyways it was as the sixth candidate that Yuyu Yayahara presented herself. And yes, she was still as unnerved as yesterday. The other candidates before had shown some signs of reasonable nervousness but not her. It was really strange that their combined aura did not intimidate her at all... or she had a better poker face than the older Shinigami before... which was very doubtful. She made her think of his own mask of cheerfulness that was his persona in the world of the living but without the mask... She definitely got him curious. Her lack of decorum wasn’t a problem, but he could see how the first lieutenant was deducting points... She had claws for attack and seemed a close-range melee fighter. Nothing too special on that front. Oh well. She did seem to have a fondness for her phone and technology though. That was always a point in her favor from him... Soul Society needed the upgrade.  

All this time, Sousuke and him didn’t exchange a word. Which was fine by him. He didn’t think he could contain his curiosity if they started a conversation. The behavior of his partner–in-crime were beyond any conjecture he could make. Unless Yoruichi had been right? This wasn’t the time nor the place to start broadcasting that they had been intimate and discuss it... or even worse feelings...  

He shivered in discomfort at the thought... Maybe he should shove the whole experience in a faraway mind drawer and lock away the key. Sousuke and him... urgh...no... just no... Maybe he didn’t want to know what the other had to say after all. His test had been conclusive, he could go back to Ichigo knowing he wasn’t rendered helpless down there by his overwhelming and addictive reiatsu like he had had started to suspect.  

In addition, nothing of consequences had happened following how he had been treated by his liege, and he had been so out of it, maybe he got it all wrong... and it wasn’t as debasing as he had perceived. Yeah, he would give his report, Ichigo would smile his approbation at him, they would kiss and have sex in his office, and everything would be well.  

While he was imagining those pleasant images, he was poked by the head-captain who winked at him and fake yawn behind his hand. Oups... Well, the seventh candidate has such a monotone voice.... He pretended to care again.  

Eighth was obviously sponsored by what was left of Central. He could smell the lack of spine and parasitic attitude from miles away. Their panel all give him their most saccharine smiles and a few questions and that was it. How did this person was even considered? Probably Shunsui playing politics and blaming him and Aizen when the person was not going to be promoted. Oh well. That was their role after all. They were unkillable unless something happened to Ichigo or the Soul King Dimension so good luck to any who disagree or try to come after them.  

The last candidate was a giant of a lady, even taller than the captain of the fourth. She seemed very friendly with Ise, maybe part of the Shinigami Women Association? Regardless, she radiated a certain confidence that was hard to fake and that was a big plus in her favor. Surprisingly, (even at his age he should learn to stop stereotyping by appearance) she seemed very intellectually inclined too and he was delighted to learn that she was interested in kido theorems and their day-to-day applications. All hope wasn’t lost for the twelfth! He should definitely introduce her to Tessai! Maybe he could divert his attention from his overprotective mother-henning toward him. Triple win. Yeah, he was going to keep in contact with her (subtly of course, he didn’t want to appear too forward to a young women). That was genius.  

He was rubbing his hands in glee when they got out of their chairs, his previous worries entirely forgotten. His best friend needed new acquaintances, Jinta and Ururu were adults now, they didn’t need his supervision anymore. He was going to arrange something, maybe a personalized tour in the world in the living for future lieutenants? That was generic enough. Hmmm...  

“Kisuke?”  

“Huh?”  

“Are you hungry I asked, but I should probably have inquired if you were okay instead. You seemed, how should I say, rather out of it?”  

“I’m fine.” he answered by reflex, forgotten to process that he was speaking to his new lover. Aizen shrugged, seemingly reassured. “So are you coming, you probably need sustenance as well as I before going back. There is some food down here we don’t have at home.”  

Aizen wanted to spend more time with him? Alone? That was going to be awkward... His brain started to spin out of his control. What did it mean? What is for work related reason? A date? If so, should he accept. Were they officially friends with benefits now? Probably... Did Sousuke intended to court him in the hope for more? Why would he do that. That wouldn’t achieve anything? Did the other think he was going to bend over for him anytime now? Tormenting him for his amusement? Because they didn’t go all the way? Should he blame the alcohol for his lack of judgement and kill any lingered though of a repeat his partner had. Did he want to? He was so fucking confused? Mixed message much? What should he reply? Was sustenance a metaphor for sex? Was he overthinking? They used to have lunch together often before they decided to enact their stupid plan of getting more control over Ichigo. What was Aizen’s angle? What would Ichigo think? Was that even relevant.  

Urrrghhh.... But the decision was made for him when his stomach grumbled in agreement at the invite. Shit. It was true he hadn’t eaten since he woke up... Well, hard to find an excuse to refuse now... He was certain Aizen heard. He was curious anyways, what could go worse than the current limbo of incertitude, right? Maybe it would shed some lights? Or even better, maybe Aizen had decided his unexplained behavior was also better left behind them and they all could go back to how they used to be...  

Thus, a few minutes later, he ended up at a small ramen place, in between two governmental offices, a private one-on-one with the only man he ever shared a bed with (consciously at least) within the last century. Aizen led the conversation, talking about everything but what was between them... It was agreeable he must admit, his long-time friend could be very charming when he wasn’t a condescending asshole, and it did go with the flow not wanting to open a doomed pandora box. After their meal, they went back like nothing ever happened. Kisuke concluded that Aizen also probably wanted to test something out (what could it be was beyond him though) and that was it. Momentarily lapse in judgement better left behind. All good.  

As he knocked on Ichigo’s door to give his report, Urahara put the last two days behind him. He wasn’t addicted to his king’s reiatsu, Aizen wasn’t secretly in love with him, life was great, and he had a briefing to attend to. He was useful and he could indulge in getting lost in the abyss that came with the oblivion only Ichigo could give him. He was in control and he chose this. Everything was fine.

Notes:

Addiction is like dancing with a shadow—it follows your every move, feels familiar, and never let go. At first, it seems like you're leading, but soon you realize the shadow is guiding you, pulling you deeper into the dark.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 3 of Caught in its own Web