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Betrayal
By : Kazeshini
Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male
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Summary: The story takes place after Aizen is betrayed by
Partos; Aizen realizes that perhaps he doesn�t know everything, and is consumed
by the feelings of doubt. How is he to know who will betray him next?

Pairings (so far): Aizen/Gin, Grimmjow/Nnoitra,
Starrk/Halibel

�Warnings: The story contains Yaoi
(male/male), Het (female/male), and is generally Lemon flavored. The story also
contains offensive language and violence.

A/N: Hi all **Waves** This is my very first Fan
Fiction I wasn�t sure if it was adult enough to be here at first, but then I
realized there is minimum of one smex scene per2000 words� lol. Like I said,
this is my first ever story, so I�d really love to hear what you think of it,
good & bad. Please R&R.

*Names, titles and honorifics will be used in the Japanese style, so, to
avoid confusion, they will introduce their last name first, and the first name
last.

Many thanks go out to my fantastic
Beta from FF MCrind!

Betrayal

Chapter One; Banquet.

Nobody knew that the betrayal of Patros and kin had made Aizen uneasy. To those around him, it
seemed that Aizen didn�t care at all about the loss of soldiers, the attempted mutiny,
and the undermining of his authority� It seemed that way to all, except one, a
certain sliver haired ex-captain. To him it was painfully obvious Aizen
was irritated by what had transpired. The evening after Patros� death, Gin had
been called to Aizen�s wing, where Aizen proceeded to hammer his frustrations
into Gin�s normally welcoming posterior. A week of punishment and Ichimaru Gin
wasn�t sure he could handle much more condemnation� But what was he to do?
Confront and refuse an already ignitable man?

Gin contemplated his situation while laying in a bath of
healing aid potions. It was the only place he felt any relief. He sighed
closing his eyes, slowly sliding his body down the ceramic tub to dip his head
under the water. Coming up, he decided it was time he talked to his lover.

�Hello, Gin�� came the calm voice which this week, sent a
different kind of butterfly through Gin�s stomach.

�You look, comfortable.��

Gin looked up at his lover with his usual slited eyes and
wiry grin. The brown haired shinigami stood over him next to the spa-sized
bath.

�Hey�a.�

�Do you mind if I join you?� It wasn�t really a question
because he�d already begun removing his kimono.

Gin sighed internally as the brown hair man stepped over
him, sliding his naked body down alongside him. He had to feel grateful for
small mercies� at least they were submerged in the right solution.�

Aizen smiled, leaning in to place a soft kiss on Gin�s
cheek. �It�s alright Gin�� he whispered with his honey voice, sliding his hand
up the former third captain�s thigh.

He was surprised by Aizen�s gentle kisses, which were now
moving slowly along his jaw and down his throat. Water lapped at Gin�s chest
when Aizen�s hand moved up to stroke his growing member. Gin hissed at the soft
caresses, with even softer nips and kisses along his earlobe, he tilted his
head away to allow the progress back down his throat.

Aizen increased the pressure of his strokes. Gin moaned, after
a week of fucking so brutal that he hadn�t come once, his dick ached for this
attention.

�Mmm�� Aizen hummed as he
watched, smiling at his lover�s lustful reactions.

�Ohh� Sosuke.� The silver haired
man whimpered as heat flooded through his body.

Water began to splash over the pair as Aizen�s jerks
increased and Gin�s hips rocked into the motion. He was pulled into a
passionate kiss, their lips parting immediately. Gin tried to equal Aizen�s
fervor, but was distracted by the tightening pleasure thrashing between his
legs.�

�Mmh!� the groan muffled into
his lover�s lips.

Aizen pulled away to purr in his ear. �That�s a good
boy�come for me��

Gin�s head fell back; he loved it when Aizen spoke to him
like that. His lips parted while his nails unconsciously dug into the larger
man�s sculpted chest, complying abruptly with a sharp, half choked moan.

As Gin�s shaky breathing slowed, Aizen ran his hands over
his lover�s fine body, nuzzling into his neck, pushing wet hair aside with his
noise.

�Hmm, ya� seem in a betta mood.�
Gin sighed.

Aizen smiled and stood, stepping over Gin, out of the bath.
He grabbed one of the oversized towels from a pile stacked on a shelf and Gin
enjoyed watching him run the soft material over his strong body. Slipping on his
hakama and kimono, he grinned at the
limp body in the water below him.

�I have found the answer to my questions.�

With that, the
dictator slipped out of the bathroom, and Gin heard the soft thud of his
bedroom door.

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�Stark! STARK! Get up you lazy piece of shit!� Lilynette�s
shouting interrupting the brown haired Espada�s peaceful sleep.�

Lilynette�s frustrations boiled; she had been trying to wake
him for what felt like an hour! Her patience broke, storming over to the huge
pile of pillows the Espada was sprawled across, and raising her foot to hover
over his stomach.��

�WAKE- Whoa!� Just as she was about to bring her foot down,
it was snatched up knocking her off balance. Lynette landed on her backside
next to Stark, her legs flailing in the air above him.

��Stark! You arsehole!�

Stark sat up and stretched,
causing Lynette to roll off him completely, onto the tiled floor.

�Arh� He yawned. �You�re so
noisy in the morning��

Lilynette muttered as she stood and straightened her brief
clothing. �Stupid. Good-fa-nothin. Primera.�

�Stark grinned in amusement, as he scratched the back of his head.

�It�s not morning you moron!
It�s dinner time, and you�re already late!�

�Oh, that�s Ok Nettie. You can just bring it to me, I don�t
mind eating here.� He said as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

�You idiot. I swear, if it wasn�t for me, Aizen-sama woulda�
killed your lazy ass years ago� I told ya this morning. Ya gotta eat in the big
hall tonight with Aizen-sama.� She said as she turned away from him and picked
something from her ear.

�Hmm? I don�t remember anything like that.� He said flopping
back into the pile of felt covered pillows. �Are you sure you told me?�

�Whatever, it�s fine with me. It�s your ass that�s gunna
fry.� She told him in a patronizing tone as she pulled her finger from her ear
and examined it closely.

With a sigh Stark final rose and started toward the door, ruffling
Lilynette�s hair as he past her.

�Hey! Where are you going?!�

��can�t keep Aizen-sama waiting, now can I?�

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The Primera Espada strolled through the halls of Las Noches,
shoving his hands in his pockets. Aizen-sama never waited for anyone. He
always arrived late to any sort of gathering; whether it was due to arrogance
or Aizen�s love for dramatic effect, Stark didn�t know, and neither would
result in him rushing.

As he approached the entrance doors to the formal dinning
room, his ears pricked. There was loud crashing and yelling coming from inside
the hall. The doors were opened for him by two low-level arrancar who bowed,
not seeming concerned by the noises resonating from within the room. The vast
room was the purest white. The walls, the ceiling, the marble floor; everything
was a sea of white. Even the giant war table and chairs were colorless. The
only color was from those within the room. Seated at the lengthy table were
Aizen Sosuke�s mighty Espada. All but himself� and the two causing all the
noise.

On the floor next to the table, were Grimmjow Jeagerjaques
and Nnoitra Jiruga, Sexta and Quinta Espada, retrospectively. Grimmjow
thrashed viciously against Nnoitra, who was pinning him to the ground with his
lanky body. The black haired Espada�s fingers dug into Grimmjow�s left cheek as
he forced the teal haired Espada�s face into the marble. The jawbone mask on
Grimmjow�s opposing cheek ground against the marble with a high-pitched
screech.�

�Get the fuck off me you freak!�

�So is this what ya want? HUH?!� Nnoitra mocked. �Maybe I will
give ya what ya want!�

��Maybe I�ll cram it up ya nose! Howz about that?�

Stark sighed as he took his place at the table, resting his
chin in his hand. Szayel, Yammy, and Aaroniero
Arruruerie were watching the fight with great enthusiasm.

�

�Yeah!
Cram it up his nose Nniotra!� Bellowed Yammy.

�So, is anyone
going to tell me what�s happened here?� Stark asked with a bored tone. �

Those who were not too enthralled in
the battle to hear, collectively averted their eyes to avoid the aggravating
answer to his question� Finally, Ulqiuorra sighed and closed his eyes,
answering in his deadpan tone;

��It was the last bread stick.�

A rush of reiatsu flew across the room, making the silk tablecloth flap,
followed by a loud crash; the sound
reverberating of the walls, as the impact vibrated about the room.

A
malicious laugh echoed around them. �Arhahaha! Just look at you Quinta!�

Grimmjow had Nnoitra against a now
dented wall, pieces of the white concrete crumbling to the floor around their
feet. Nnoitra�s arm was twisted behind his back, to a degree that looked
unnatural to Stark� Grimmjow laughed and waved the small stick trophy around
their heads in victory.

�Ya made a mistake challenging-
Ugh.� The back of Nnoitra�s head came flying back, smacking into Grimmjow�s
nose. The Sixth Espada clutched his face as he stammered back a few steps, the
shattered wall fragments crunching beneath his feet. Nnoitra was about to
attack again, when the room was filled with an ominous and familiar reiatsu.

�My dear Espada, I hope I haven�t
kept you waiting.� The dark voice rang around the now silent room. Aizen�s
graceful stride carried him across the room, lover on one side and devoted
underling on the other. The three men arrived at the furthest end of the table.

�Are you two going to be joining
us?� Aizen�s gaze, an intent warning to the two scruffy Espada not seated. The
two made their way back to the table, Grimmjow smirking the whole way, bread
stick in hand.

The room was silent as the three
Shinigami were seated. �I would like to thank you all for accompanying me on
this beautiful evening; soon we will rise out of the oppression of Soul Society
rule, and relish in the freedom that comes from possessing the highest power.�
Aizen�s bewitched magnetism rolled around the room as he preached about sins of
the past, injustice, retribution and the spoils of success�

�Though the ultimate power will be
mine�you would do well to remember the regrettable existence that was yours
before my arrival�� This final warning and it�s linger, a sharp contradiction
to the nights pretense.�

�Tonight, let us enjoy that which we
have already accomplished here in our kingdom. For it is not without hindsight
that we will truly appreciate our indubitable future.� As if rehearsed, a stream of retainer arrancar poured
in carrying huge silver platers and bottles of expensive looking sake, planting
a feast of lavish food before the Espada.

Despite the outward appearances,
Stark felt slightly uncomfortable with the situation. It wasn�t the first time
Aizen had �descended to mingle with the commoners�; nor was it was
it the first admonishment, but something about the man he served felt�
different tonight. Like there was a strange scent in the air, or a feeling of
de-ja-vu...

As those at the table began to eat
and the waitpersons retreated, Stark quashed the thought from his mind. If he
didn�t eat his meal soon, Nnoitra would. For a skinny guy he sure could eat a
lot�

�His spoon shaped uniform almost hitting Stark in the face as he
leant over the table to serve himself more Sōmen; some of the thin
white noodles spilling onto the table before reaching his plate.

��Hey you! Bring me
some more�a this shiokara!� He called to the end of the table between
mouthfuls.

Stark looked up in the direction Nnoitra seemed to be
yelling, to notice a figure standing a few meters behind Aizen. The lighting
was that of an intimate restaurant, but Stark never needed lighting to know
when someone was close-by. He hadn�t taken notice of the particular reiatsu
because it was at about the same level as the retainers who stood just inside
the doors awaiting any request.

Now that he looked at the owner of that reiatsu, it was
clear she wasn�t there to serve the shiokara. Her stature was relaxed but he
noticed her jaw was clenched, and her face turned slightly away with her eyes
facing downward, unfocused, on the slight scuff marks on the floor, her right
hand resting on the hilt of a zanpaktou.

�Oi! Ya dense or what?� The
Fifth Espada was loosing his patience.

�Must you yell across the table, Nniotra?� Halibel never had
much time for Nnoitra�s tantrums.

At that moment, Tosen clicked his fingers and someone came
hastily from the kitchen door with a fresh bowl of the red, stew-like fermented
squid Nnoitra was requesting.

�Shinrai is one of our new-born arrancar, she is assisting
me since she is unfit for much else.� Aizen informed the group in a
non-committal tone that brushed the issue aside. �Thank you Shinrai-san, you
may go. I don�t think I�ll need you for the remainder of the evening.�

Nnoitra studied the woman as she left; he would have offered
to take her off Aizen�s hands if she was more desirable but� she was average
at best, and he had enough annoyance in the fracci�n he had.

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