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He hated this situation. He hated himself for getting caught up with that horrible man. He hated that he let that same man use and abuse him like it was nothing out of the ordinary. He hated the way Ichigo's kisses were so soft against his neck, making his skin prickle at the unfamiliar sensation of kindness. The orange haired man's entire being was too much for Ishida, the absence of stinging pain or words filled to bursting with hatred and scorn left the Quincy empty and wanting for something more.

He hated what Aizen had done to him. He hated how addicted he had become to that foul excuse for a human being, and how Aizen knew full well what he had done to him. Tightening his grip on the shinigami's back, Ishida trembled in anger at his inability to enjoy what was standing right in front of him. Ichigo whispering if he liked that so breathily in his ear only fuelled Ishida's silent rage. He was trapped, and it was all Aizen's fault.

That man would just barge in Ishida's tiny apartment, smelling of booze and cigarette smoke, collapsing on the couch like he lived there. It had been a mistake that both of them had met, drunk and horny one night in some club Ishida could no longer remember save for the man he brought home from it. They had forged some sort of relationship, made from Ishida's hard earned money and Aizen's quicksilver tongue. He had fallen into the other's man's mind games without even realizing, and now he was paying the price for it.

He was a slave to Aizen, there was nothing he could do to stop his path to destruction aside from savouring his impending mental destruction. Ichigo was supposed to be a stopper, everything was supposed to correct itself with Ichigo; he was Ishida's unknowing saviour. Yet his touches were not what Ishida's body wanted, what his mind needed, and soon Ichigo also ended up as an oblivious pawn in Aizen's game.

So when Ishida bid Ichigo good night and walked inside his cold apartment to Aizen sneering at him, he knew he had lost, utterly and completely. His body ignored his mind, and before he realized it, his arms were wrapping around Aizen's neck, pulling the taller man in for a rough kiss. His body panged with happiness as the other man abused Ishida's mouth, this was the paradise Aizen had given him, and there was nothing Aizen could not give him.

Apologizing to Ichigo in the furthermost reaches of his mind, Ishida let Aizen consume him completely, his hatred ebbing. When all was said and done, he would wake up tomorrow to Aizen gone and multiple texts from Ichigo. Ishida would text the orange hair man back, saying he hated this situation, saying he hated himself for getting caught up with that horrible man, before painstakingly deleting every letter he typed one by one.

Ishida would not let his last chance at salvation be corrupted by Aizen, no matter how much he suffered for it.