Outlasting Affection

WARNING if you do not like Yaoi Male X Male Do Not Read; I will not listen to any bull about reading something you didn't like WHEN you were warned C: thank you~

Rated M for language, yaoi (male x male), sexual situations, and violence.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of the characters

Summary: AU (ALTERNATE UNIVERSE): Aizen was out on one of his rare walks. He didn't expect to see the most beautiful boy fighting a group of men with unlimited grace. When the orangette finished the job he approached him with a proposal that was denied time and time again. Not being one to accept defeat, Aizen Sosuke vows he will have his strawberry.

Credit: My nonofficial Beta gave some to most of the ideas for this fic. She is a major AiIchi fan as much as I am a GrimmIchi fan.

~-::-~

Chapter one: Introductions

Aizen was a very busy man; being a boss of Hueco Mundo enterprises. He was standing at 6'1" and his hair was a stylishly slicked back mass of rich coffee brown; one strand hanging rebelliously between his dark chocolate eyes. He was stumped at this point, which wasn't normal for him. Kisuke, his rival, had just recruited three new fighters to his team, the Visoreds. Aizen had obtained two more skilled and able-bodied fighters, but had yet to find the last. He was currently walking the sidewalks of the small town, Karakura. Presently sorting his thoughts as though they were files; half aware of his surroundings. His suited form traversed down the cement pavement.

Behind him, just a few steps back, were two of his workers silently tagging along. The first male was Ichimaru Gin, one of Aizen's most trusted colleagues, despite his sneaky appearance. His eyes always narrowed slits, hiding icy blue pools behind the lids. His silver locks hanging down in his face, while his mocking smile consumed his facial features. A porcelain skinned male walked alongside the foxlike male. The stoic man walked next to Gin with no interest about anything around them except for the man up ahead. He stood at 5'6", his big emerald colored orbs focused. He has shoulder length, pitch black, messy locks.

As Aizen was focused on the matter at hand a pained grunt snapped him out of his thoughts. He looked back to the two men behind him before humming in thought. A startled yell and a sound of thuds on the cement made his curiosity sky rocket. He left his previous trail to follow the obvious sounds of the fight. When he approached the mouth to the alley, he issued an abrupt side step, to which his unfortunate colleague and friend suffered the brunt of the malicious attack. Gin toppled backwards onto the side walk with a body on his, rubbing his head and whining about a warning. Aizen gave no response and to find out why; Gin pushed the brutally beaten man off of him and stood next to Aizen. Following his friend's gaze, his line of sight landed on a teen in the center of this gang fight with his bright orange hair calling like a siren. He was weaving and evading the gang's attacks with such grace it looked like he was gifted by the gods themselves.

The boy looked as if he were doing the easiest of tasks as he slid and ducked away from kicks and fists. He was surrounded by several men; five using their fists and kicks as weapons. The other two held crowbars ready and waiting. The orange haired male leaned back, avoiding a kick at his side. He grabbed the man's leg, and then brought his elbow down on the man's knee with a sickening crack and a howl of pain from the man's mouth.

Two men jolted forward as he dropped the other's leg. The boy with orange locks flipped back catching the one man's chin with a kick. Landing on his hands he caught the other's head between his feet and pushed his upper body up with his surprisingly strong arms to crouch on the man's shoulders. He then jumped about an inch off the shoulders he was perched on and kicked down, locking his knees until the male's torso and head hit the pavement with a thud. The man before who got clipped on the chin was up now, and charged at the teen. With graceful movements he ducked a punch and delivered one devastating blow to the man's abdomen. The male coughed up blood and went to knee the boy, only to make contact with his blocking arm.

One of the two holding the crowbars approached quickly and swung down. Making a split decision, the teen threw himself backwards onto his back, letting go of the man's knee, which now finished its movement but made harsh contact with the crowbar. At the same time the one holding the crowbar noticed he got the wrong target, two sneaker clad feet connected with his chin, making him bite his tongue, which got disconnected at the force. A scream erupted from him before his eyes rolled back at the pain and he collapsed; crowbar clanking on the ground. The teen got up panting slightly, the force of landing on his back making the air leave his lungs.

Two more attacked, and the man with the crowbar attacked from behind. The orange haired teen picked up the abandoned crowbar and swung it back at the man approaching with a weapon, effectively blocking him. The other men punched him and kicked his sides making the boys knees shake. The crowbar wielder swung his arm back and went to swing down, but before he could the teen hit his mouth with his own weapon. The man fell, as well as the orange haired male, the cause being too many sustained injuries to the backs of his knees. The men stood over the boy, kicking him. He then grabbed one man's pant legs, pulling him so he tripped over him and knocked into the other man in front of him. They fell in a heap of limbs with a groan of pain.

Then the teen picked himself up from the ground with small tears in the back of his shirt from scrapping the pavement of the alley. Before the two could recover, the boy kicked them in their temples. They fell unconscious and he turned his attention on the last two. The one with his knee shattered by the teen at the beginning of the fight was already crawling away towards the other end of the alley. The other with the bad knee was positioning himself in a rather aggressive stance. The younger male sighed and approached the man. When he was close enough the man swung and the teen moved out of the way. The man got some good shots on the teen and vice versa. The man made an underhanded move and pulled a pocket knife from his back pocket; He slashed at the younger male as the orangette had to step back to avoid any of the cuts from getting too deep. The teen nearly lost his footing, but recovered only to lose it again when the older man stepped on his foot to keep it in place, making him trip backwards, only to land on the concrete with a pained grunt. The man brought the knife down on the kids arm, cutting deep into the flesh of his forearm. The teen cried out and Gin went to help him, but stopped at his colleague's outstretched arm now in his path. Gin relented because of it and forced himself to watch.

The younger male kneed the man in the groin, and when his face twisted in pain he was kicked off of the boy. The knife remained in the younger man's arm as he staggered onto his feet and trembled slightly. He bit his lip and yanked the knife out of his forearm. The other male recovered from the pain to his manhood and got back to his feet and charged at the boy who dropped the knife. The older man threw a punch at him, which was caught with the boy's good arm. The man went to retaliate, but the teen had already twisted his arm so the elbow was facing him, and lined his fist up with the man's joint. The male's eyes widened when he looked at the homicidal rage burning through those near glowing amber eyes. The boy glared at him with his usual scowl. The teen brought his fist back and rammed it into the joint with a sickening snap, and blood splattered as the bone broke through the older male's skin. The man screamed in agony and fell down holding his arm. The teen just stood there glaring until he had enough of the sniveling buffoon before him, and brought his foot down on the man's head.

The boy sighed once more and grabbed the knife from before, using it to rip the fabric of the man's shirt, making long strips; With carefully applied gentleness, as much as he could muster with one arm, wrapped the deep cut on his forearm with his teeth and other arm. He then walked over to the man crawling away. The male looked up at him in horror, and with a hint of pleading, but the boy showed no mercy, and kicked the man dead in his mouth.

The teen was left panting and limping slightly as he walked over to a few plastic bags against the brick wall of the alley. He picked up the bags and limped over to the entrance of the alley where Aizen, Gin, and Ulquiorra were standing. He stopped when he looked at them, noticing them for the first time. The younger male scowled at them as the brunet smiled sweetly and began to speak.

"Introductions first; my name is Aizen Sosuke. That was quite the performance you starred in. I would like to offer a proposal. How would you like to become a fighter for the Espada? We need one more recur-" Aizen was cut off by the teen's answer.

"No, I pass." Was all he said before he turned heel and limped away. Ulquiorra stepped forward, but Gin grabbed his wrist to stop him.

"My my, can we at least get a name?" Asked Gin to the younger male. He turned his honey brown eyes to the group. The teen had a scowl still etched on his face, so they figured it was his regular expression.

"Why the hell do you want to know..? Tch, whatever. It's Ichigo Kurosaki…now excuse me, I'm going home." Then Ichigo turned and left the group, them watching his beaten but victorious form retreat. Aizen hummed in thought and turned to Gin, who knew already what he wanted. Gin happily made an excuse to leave and walked away from the two to follow the boy. Ulquiorra was trying to figure out what their silent conversation was about, but gave up when Aizen began to walk. He followed and returned to his task of protecting his boss...whether he needed it or not.

~-::-~

I sighed for the umpteenth time that evening as I walked down the street to my home. I only went out to get dinner for myself, and then I get jumped by a bunch of morons. I looked at my arm to see the blood was now bleeding through the strips of cloth that I ripped from that man's shirt. The blood was running down to my elbow, before dripping to the sidewalk as I made my way home. Maybe I should've bought some bandages and thread to stitch my cut from that store awhile back; too late now.

As I reached my street, black started to eat at the edge of my vision. I staggered a bit to the point I knew I wasn't walking in a straight line. Shit shit shit. I thought each step I took; I saw my apartment coming into view through the darkness clouding my line of sight. I tried to hurry up, only to stumble over my own feet.

I can't call for help. In this neighborhood no one knows, hears, or sees anything. One of the most important rules made here that I was warned about is to stay inside after the sun has set. Of course I didn't have to worry about getting beat senseless, because I know how to fight. I wasn't expecting the knife, when I know I should have been, and now I was paying the price for it.

I'm so screwed. I thought as I managed to get a few steps from the porch steps. I lifted my foot, but next thing I knew the dark spread much faster and the world went black.

~-::-~

Gin followed the boy silently. Ichigo seemed to be feeling the effects of blood loss, because from what Gin could see he started stumbling over his feet as though he were intoxicated. The blood started seeping through about fifteen minutes ago, falling and pooling onto the sidewalk. Then the boy had collapsed in front of what Gin could only presume was Ichigo's home.

The fox like man walked over to the teen and sat on his haunches, observing his non-scowling features. Gin's smile grew at the sight of his beautifully handsome face. Giving into the fact he had to help the teen, he made note of where the kid's home was, then lifted Ichigo into his arms carefully, so as not to injure him. He then walked home with the vibrant teen in his arms, while his smile nearly ripped his face in half with its sizable mirth. Ohhh, would his colleague enjoy the surprise when he got back.

When Gin approached the gate outside the mansion that housed the Espada and other workers, he looked around for the man that was supposed to work the gate. His smile faltered when he couldn't see the big man, and he became more than slightly annoyed. What was the point of hiring him for this job when he was never here for it? Gin really wanted to punch the man when he came running over towards the gate, after he pressed the button for someone over twenty times. When the big man came over and unlocked the gates as well as opening them for Gin, he rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment.

"S-Sorry… I went inside for a bit." He apologized sheepishly when he saw Gin's tight smile turned at him.

"I don't know why but I don't particularly care at the moment. Jus' don't let it happen again 'kay Yammy?" Gin ended the last part in a sing-song voice which made Yammy shift uncomfortably. Gin didn't wait for a response; just simply went inside with the teen in his arms.

First things first, he left the foyer and made his way through the big mansion rather quickly to the garden out back. Gin walked through the pathways of the garden to a rather big building that was dedicated for healing and research, and stepped into the facility with his usual grin. The fox like male walked over to one of the private rooms and laid the teen on a soft bed, leaving to find the man in charge.

"Oi, Szayel! Where did ya go? I need ya ta help someone immediately!" He yelled as he walked down the hall. He then bumped into an assistant, whom was carrying a rack of vials; he dropped them on the floor with a smash. The assistant panicked and hurried off to get something to clean the chemicals and glass off the floor. Szayel was there about two seconds later, steaming quite comically. "Oops mah fault, I was jus' lookin' for ya."

"It better be damn well important, because now I have to deal with cat-boy's complaining…" Szayel began to rub his temples as he followed Gin, trying to rid himself of the oncoming headache. He had stressed hours over those concoctions for Grimmjow's stupid felines, and now they were gone because of Gin. They walked into the private room that held the vibrant male, and Szayel sighed when he saw him. "Gin…who is this?"

"This is Ichigo Kurosaki! The future last recruit of the Espada" Gin stated excitedly as Szayel just stared at the teen as if Gin was mental. "Oh don't worry about the details! All ya need ta know is that he got his injures by goin' up against seven men, while three had weapons. Oh! And that that boy won against all of them." Gin enjoyed the sight of Szayel eyes staring in shock at the boy. He must've thought that the boy was just beaten senseless in that fight but oh eye witnesses beg to differ.

"So," Szayel began pinching the bridge of his nose. "He is the new fighter. Who is lying unconscious here. In one of the recovery rooms of the Espada home."

"Of course!" Gin chimed.

"Did he agree for help or accept the offer of the Espada position?"

"Uhh…" Gin paused and rubbed his chin as though he had stubble, and then shrugged. "Not from what I recall; I don't remember him agreein' ta the offer."

"So…in short, you kidnapped him." Szayel sighed.

"…well ya don't have ta make it sound so bad." Gin whined at the accusation and pouted. Szayel rolled his golden orbs and walked over to the teen to begin to treat him. As Szayel assessed the boy, Gin sulked about being ignored. Szayel sighed after a few minutes then turned to the sulking fox in the corner. "If I may interrupt your lugubrious pity party… He has two cracked ribs, a sprained ankle, and as for the cut I will clean and then stitch the gash. You may go now." As soon as Szayel let the last word fall from his mouth he turned back to the boy and took the first aid kit hanging on the wall by the bed. He began to unwrap the now stuck make-shift bandages as Gin stole one last glance and then reported back to his colleague.

Oh would he enjoy this news.