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Prisoner of War	By : horrorgal Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 57808 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter 11

Ichigo stood listening to the silence of the room, stretching out his senses to detect every single presence that was within a mile of his position. He had gotten better at controlling his reiatsu while still being trapped within the barrier of the collar. Grimmjow was still near, so he must not have left yet to lead the hunters. Ichigo cursed softly and poured himself a drink. He was still angry with his lover for not telling him that his father, sisters and Urahara were still alive. Grimmjow himself had only heard just a week before, but it was something he should have told him right away. He had insisted he wanted to be positive of the information before revealing it. Now he was head of the group that were going to hunt them down.

Ichigo sipped his wine in thought. Of course, he knew that Grimmjow wouldn't bring them in even if he found them. His lover had no intention of finding them at all. Ichigo smiled soft, grateful he had someone to trust in all of this. More and more of the arrancar were distrusting Aizen now. The numbers grew almost daily from what Grimmjow had told him. When the time for battle came, they would need as many on their side as they could get.

He did worry where Chad had disappeared to. Grimmjow had told him right away when he had been brought in, but said that he was no longer in the dungeon now. Ichigo searched, but couldn't feel his reiatsu anywhere. He had the hope that it was only his own block that was preventing him from being felt, and not death that was the cause. The thought of losing his friend twice was just too painful. He looked at his half full glass of wine, then downed it with a silent prayer that everyone he cared about was safe.

Grimmjow's reiatsu slowly started to leave Las Noches, and he knew the hunt had begun. Meanwhile Aizen's reiatsu flared slightly, and was coming nearer. Ichigo could tell by the pulsing that he was angered by something. Great, just what I need. He sighed and poured his royal fucking highness a glass of wine and sat to wait for him to arrive. He was prepared to stroke his ego and a whole lot more to calm the fucker down. Keeping Aizen's trust was a tough job, but it had gone smoothly enough so far. He could even get him to talk in bed about things he never used to. Like the fact that he was planning on having more built onto Las Noches.

When the door opened, he looked over to see Aizen's jaw tight like he was grinding his teeth to the gums. Ichigo stood, tilting his head with what looked like concern. He had gotten good at that too. He didn't flinch when Aizen put cold eyes on him, nor did he back away when he strode quickly over like he might hit him. Any sign of weakness might give something away. Ichigo pressed to his body when he was near enough, hand coming up to stroke his cheek. Aizen groaned soft, turning his head to kiss the palm of his hand softly, the anger fading enough to Ichigo's satisfaction to speak.

"Aizen, what's wrong?" Could it be you didn't really kill my family, cocksucker?

Aizen continued to kiss soft over his palm. "It's nothing, Ichigo."

"It's okay. You can tell me." Ichigo hugged against him, lips against his neck.

"It is nothing of consequence."

"Alright." Ichigo rested against him accordingly, like a proper lover should. "You're tense, Aizen."

"Am I?"

"Yes." Ichigo tilted his head up and parted his lips when Aizen met him with a kiss. "I can feel it. You need to let off some aggression." Ichigo maneuvered near the bed. "Take it out on me." His tongue trailed over Aizen's bottom lip.

Aizen groaned in the back of his throat, pushing Ichigo back on the bed. Shackles were already positioned on the brass headboard and he trapped Ichigo's wrists in moments with the readily accessible bonds. Aizen's hands slid down his sides and caught the waistband of his pants to pull them down and off his legs. Nude, his lover was a vision of lust.

"Lover," Ichigo whispered, returning the sentiment for the first time. He was pleased by the reaction. Aizen's eyes lidded heavy and a low, almost inaudible moan passed his parted lips. He looked to be at the brink of bliss and he wasn't even taking his body yet. You're mine, asshole.

"So exquisite. Like the silky feeling of porcelain," Aizen said softly, running his fingers over Ichigo's chest.

"You'll have me thinking you see me as a fragile doll."

"Never." Aizen smirked. "Not fragile. Not a lifeless doll. Not you, Ichigo." He reached and traced his fingertips over his cheek to his lips. "There were times I thought you would crumble completely, but you've always proved me wrong. Time and time again I would watch your face. It was a mask of tragedy every time I made you feel pleasure. Like you were fighting a inner turmoil with your emotions."

"Aizen." Ichigo arched his body, muscle tight under sensitive skin.

"I will miss that expression, I admit." His hand strayed to Ichigo's abdomen, feeling the muscles jerk under his hand. "But I prefer how you look at me now." He smiled, the tips of his fingers toying in his pubic hair. "You're even more impressive than I ever imagined you could be."

"Aizen, please." Ichigo smiled and arched again. "Use me."

"How can I resist such a needy plea?"

You can't. Ichigo gasped when Aizen's fingers traced over a vein along his erection. His body responded like always. The deeper his hate, the more intense the pleasure. It was an odd feeling. That hate could stoke his fire so much. Maybe it was the thought that one day he would destroy this man that caressed and filled his body.

Aizen's hand slid back up to leave his cock aching for contact, fingers pinching a hard nipple and twisting it violently enough to make Ichigo whimper and arch his back. That cool chuckle sent a chill down his spine, straight to his loins that jerked in response. The bastard knew how to bring out all the senses. Pain and pleasure combined. The candle wax came next. Ichigo watched him take up the lit candle by the bed and followed the drip with his eyes as Aizen tilted the stick above his chest. Molten heat covered his tight, abused nipple and he hissed, body jerking with waves of sensations.

"You love this," Aizen said. "I can do this to you for hours, and you'll beg for more." He tilted the candle again to encase his other nipple with the hot liquid that started to harden instantly on his skin. "I love how you shiver." He moved, a hand pressed to Ichigo's thigh to pull his legs apart.

"Aizen, more." Ichigo hated this part of himself that enjoyed the torment. He had to wonder if Grimmjow would take up the reigns of his perverted needs once they could truly be together. Hot wax dripped over his inner thigh and he groaned with shameless anguish, leg trembling. Aizen wasn't nearly through with him. More splashed over his other thigh and higher near his groin. Ichigo panted, eyes hazy, bracing for the pain that might come if Aizen decided to go any higher with the wax. His balls tightened, cock jerking soft with the prospect.

"You are beautiful this way," Aizen praised, voice husky with his own perverse needs. "Lift your legs up."

"Yes, Aizen," Ichigo panted, bending them toward his chest and up. He waited, eyes closed. Heat dripped over his ass cheeks, and his body trembled, soft hissed and gasps escaping with each drop that covered his skin. Ichigo could feel his anus puckering the longer the splashes of heat continued. Even in the great shape he was in, his legs wanted to fall back to the bed, but he wouldn't let them have a rest. They shook against his chest, and his wrists tugged at the shackles. He licked his dry lips, small sounds he couldn't control coming from the back of his throat.

"Want me to stop?" Aizen teased.

"No, please don't." His voice had taken on the tone that he had become accustomed to hearing. Total lust and submission. Part was a show, but his body could not lie. More. He wanted and needed more.

"Keep those legs up." Wax dripped under his balls and around his anus with sadistic precision. He squirmed, gasping with each new drop. "Your muscles are trembling." Aizen's fingers ran soft over the skin on the back of his legs that wasn't caked with hardened wax. "You're ready to be fucked. This says so." A forefinger lightly circled his anus.

"Yes." Ichigo's cock twitched soft.

"Keep them up," Aizen warned again. The candle's flame was extinguished with a soft blow of air and the hot tip of his tongue danced over Ichigo's opening. Ichigo's lips parted in a silent moan, heavily lidded eyes on the ceiling as he was slowly prepared. Hard wax crumbled, falling off in small pieces onto the bed sheet with every jerk and shudder of pleasure. Something stiff pressed around soft licks and sucks. Ichigo's eyes widened when the thick object pushed past the resistance and inside his walls. The candle.

"Ahn...Aizen." The thick, hard, candle slid in and out, his tongue still working to keep Ichigo lubed for the job. So dirty, and he fucking loved it. He spread his legs more so he could look down to see. He met Aizen's eyes, moaning deep when he shoved the candle in more firmly to reach his prostate. His tunnel hugged and gripped the candle with each thrust. Aizen worked it slow inside him, teasing him each time he came short of touching his sweet spot again. Ichigo's whole body trembled, and he ached to rock to the hard stick penetrating him, but he lay still. It was always part of the game, this torment that thrilled him beyond words and reason.

Ichigo's legs became numb, but he still kept them up and spread without complaint the longer it went on. The candle was turned inside him slowly, pushed and tugged back and forth, just keeping him on the brink of climax. Aizen could possibly keep him that way for hours, as he had proven so many times before, but Ichigo's body had hardened to the endless teasing. His body had become so capable of handling the long hours of deviation, that even Aizen tired before he would. He was secretly amused by the fact. The once squirming pet could now outlast the Master.

"Such discipline makes me proud, Ichigo," Aizen muttered soft, licking over his balls, sucking one in to massage against his tongue. Still, Ichigo's body remained steady, only soft whimpering sounds giving his pleasure away.

Pride? He doubted that Aizen knew what real pride was. The feeling you get when you help the people you care about, that's what pride was to Ichigo, and for this monster to twist that into something so demeaning. He shivered when Aizen's tongue went to sliding up along the underside of his swollen cock to catch warm pre-cum. Yet, here he was enjoying Aizen's own special version of pure conceit. Continuing to use his own arrogance against him had proven to be successful. Ichigo moaned Aizen's name, balls tight and cock aching.

"You can put your legs back down, lover," Aizen said, pulling the candle out and tossing it aside.

"Why did you stop?" Ichigo panted, easing his legs down, feeling the ache as the blood freely flowed back through his quivering limbs.

"I'm not stopping for long," Aizen said. Ichigo watched him get up and take up the glass of wine he had poured for him upon his return. He drank the contents and looked to the half empty bottle. He poured another glass, then to Ichigo's surprised, took the bottle in the bathroom to pour the rest down the drain. It wasn't like Aizen to waste his wine so thoughtlessly.

"Why did you do that?" Ichigo asked, fresh sweat cooling slowly on his skin.

"I assure you, it will not have been wasted in vain," Aizen said and chuckled as he came back over to the bed with full wine glass and bottle in hand. "So many questions, Ichigo." He sat on the bedside, putting the glass to his lips to take a deep drink. He put the wine aside and leaned to Ichigo's lips, red wine pouring into his mouth to give him a sensual drink, rolling his tongue around, drops of some wasting over Ichigo's chin.

His tone is getting edgier. He must have more on his mind then he's letting on. Ichigo kept up the wine filled kiss, then gasped into it when he felt ice cold pressure against his anus. The bottle was still chilled from the bucket of ice it had been sitting in. The thick bottle neck was pushed inside him, rough enough to make him yelp against Aizen's demanding lips.

"How does that feel?" Aizen purred, pulling back to look into his eyes, thrusting the bottle in and out. Words eluded him until only groans of appreciation passed his gaping lips. "Toys get so boring sometimes, don't you agree, Ichigo?"

"Ye....yes," he said, the icy cool feeling new to him, the lip of the bottle brushing his prostate, making his hips jerk a fraction.

"Fuck it," Aizen ordered softly, and Ichigo obeyed, eyes locked to his. He kept thrusting the bottle and Ichigo went with the pace he set, his panting and occasional moans filling the room. Aizen gave him a pleased smirk. "Is it stiff enough for you, lover?" He pressed it firm against his sweet spot, practiced on just where that button was inside of him.

"Fuck!"

"Don't you come yet, and stop moving."

"Ahn..ahhh..." His hips wanted to ignore the last order, but he froze in mid- sway, gasping hard with the effort of holding off a climax. It was almost an impossible task when Aizen kept alternating the bottle from light to hard pressure to test his endurance.

"Just a bit longer," Aizen whispered.

"Yes, Aizen," Ichigo said, clenching his teeth, sweat beading over his flushed skin.

"Hold it.."

"Ahhn."

"Your will is steady." Another firm press and thrust.

"Aizen!" Clear essence flowed slowly from the head. Ichigo groaned, muscles tense, vision wavering.

"Come for me," Aizen whispered in his ear. Ichigo's hips jerked to the final push, balls tightening hard and up against the base of his organ. Hot seed pulsed through and coated his stomach as his back arched stiffly through the painful pleasure of the release. Rasping, hot breath dried his throat as he cried out, his body screaming for more, but he collapsed back onto the bed, feeling like a used heap of flesh.

"You..are so..evil," Ichigo said, swallowing thickly as he lay there with his eyes closed waiting for his heart to stop pounding. He chuckled, not knowing why he did it, only that it felt like he had just won more trust somehow.

"You are stunning," Aizen said softly, kissing over his sweat covered chest. Ichigo let out a soft grunt when he slide the bottle free of his tunnel, leaving him with that familiar empty feeling. "I think I'll keep this bottle."

"Why?" Ichigo asked and opened his eyes to see Aizen looking at it with a kind of sentimental wanting.

"A treasure of sorts." He chuckled at Ichigo's perplexed expression. "I think I nearly fucked you into oblivion with it."

"Not even close," Ichigo smirked. "I've had harder climaxes when your cock is doing the work."

"Indeed." Aizen smiled and set the bottle aside. "Still, when you were in the throes of pleasure, I could have swore I felt your reiatsu flare." He looked at Ichigo questioningly. "Did you feel it?"

"All I felt was a massive orgasm," he said nonchalantly. "Do you think....is my collar failing again?" No, he's testing me. I had control, nothing was let out. Was he absolutely sure though? His wrists were still shackled in place. The feeling in the room became more foreboding as Aizen took up his glass and drank the rest of his wine silently. He was still clothed, not a hair out of place. A stark contrast to Ichigo who was a sweat, cum, and wax covered mess.

"I wonder," Aizen mused softly, looking at the empty glass that he held. "Is it time, Ichigo?"

"Aizen?"

"You're confused. Understandable. I'm not being very coherent, am I?"

"Aizen, is there something you want to talk to me about?" He waited a moment to no response. "If you think my collar is losing it's hold, then tell Mayuri." That was the last thing he wanted, but he had to keep this false loyalty intact.

"No, I don't see the need." Aizen said softly.

"Then, what is it?" Ichigo watched him.

"I wasn't completely honest with you, Ichigo."

"About what?" He didn't like where this was going.

"I am the leader here, so if any of the arrancar or espada perishes, I will know."

Ichigo's expression didn't change. "Makes sense."

Aizen smirked soft. "Loly is dead. I've known from the moment her reiatsu vanished. The only thing I don't know, is who did it." He looked at Ichigo scrutinizingly. "Do you," he said, touching Ichigo's cheek, "know who killed her?"

Ichigo blinked. "What?"

"I don't think you'd be able to in your restrained condition," he said, tracing fingers over the collar. "But when I felt that flare of power reveal itself, well, you can see why I'm rethinking things."

"Aizen."

"Silence!"

Ichigo was jolted with the shout and sudden chill. He had to tread as lightly as he could now. Certainty was no longer a factor, but with Aizen, maybe it never had been. Aizen stood and started to undress in eerie silence. Ichigo watched, fighting the urge to pull at the shackles that still bound his wrists. He kept telling himself that he had not let any of his reiatsu loose, but he just didn't know for sure now.

"There are very few people I trust, Ichigo," Aizen said softly, turning his cool gaze back to him as he slipped up on the bed. "One of them is you. Is that trust misplaced?" he asked, nose to nose with Ichigo so he couldn't look away from his eyes.

"No," he said without pause or waver.

"I hope that's true." His hand slide over Ichigo's side delicately. "Because when I find the one responsible, you're going to kill them."

"Kill?"

"Don't worry." He pushed Ichigo's legs open and pressed his cock to his used opening. "When I remove your collar, it will be easy," he purred and slipped inside his body with a firm thrust.

"Ah!" The first entry hurt like always, his girth stretching his walls. "Aizen."

"I believe in you, Ichigo. Don't disappoint me. You know how I get when I'm disappointed." He slide his hands under both of Ichigo's legs and lifted them to rest over his shoulders, cock reaching deeper inside with the move.

"I...know..," he panted out hard as Aizen leaned and put pressure against his legs to pin him more. Ah...fuck.." His body was curled, ass and lower back lifted off the bed. He wrapped his ankles around the back of Aizen's neck and groaned.

"Then, you won't disappoint me." Aizen's palm pressed to his cock, rubbing it against his taunt abs, hips pumping to assault his prostate.

"I won't disappoint you," he moaned, silently cursing himself. The thought of killing someone to keep Aizen's trust made him ill. It felt like he was spiraling out of control. All the talk and lure of the body was over. Aizen wanted more proof of his loyalty, and he wasn't sure that he was ready. He whimpered when Aizen's thumb pushed and rubbed the slit at the head of his cock vigorously.

"We shall see when the time comes." His groin pushed harder against his ass.

"Mn." Ichigo watched his face, and hated that he couldn't read what Aizen was thinking. Plus it was hard to ignore the insistent cock that was probing his insides, and the teasing way Aizen's hand was playing at his leaking cock head. His head pushed back against the pillow that was under it, eyes closing tight to try getting a sense of control. If he had let his reiatsu slip before, he didn't want to make a second mistake.

"Don't," Aizen said simply, thrusting hard enough to make Ichigo open his eyes to attention.

"What?" He shuddered, eyes wide, feeling sweat rolling down his sides.

Aizen's eyes narrowed slightly. "Don't....hide from me."

"I'm not," he gasped when Aizen's fingers curled tighter around his length and stroked firmly, but controlled to keep him on the brink.

"Let yourself go, Ichigo," he said with cold awareness.

Ichigo knew he wasn't talking about sexual release, but in that moment, it was one and the same. The bastard knew, denying would be futile, so he screamed. Waves of energy surrounded his body, undeniable pleasure took over all else. Aizen groaned above him, hips slamming harder, hand milking his spurting organ. So good. It felt so damn good to let his pent up energy loose. Damn him!

"Good..yes....good," Aizen rasped above him, hips still working. "Such power...mine."

"Aizen....please!" Ichigo pulled and heard the metal of his shackles sing with the strain.

"Break free!" Aizen growled. "Show me!" He eased back, letting the pressure off of his legs, hips still working to impale his body without mercy.

"I..," he started, meaning to deny that he could, but he pulled again and felt the metal break free. Aizen was yanking him up to straddle over his lap even as the shackles fell to the mattress in worthless pieces.

"Magnificent," Aizen breathed against his ear. "Magnificent in every way."

"Mn!" Ichigo gripped Aizen's strong shoulders, working his hips to ride over the stiff cock that filled him. He couldn't think, only feel with each jarring gyration. He loved the sounds of slapping flesh, the hot skin against his own, and the pleased groans of the man that held him. Why? The uninhibited release of his reiatsu was taking over. After being caged so long and keeping it secret, it was too delicious not to taste.

"Yes, savor it," Aizen urged through haunting moans of bliss, falling back on the bed and letting Ichigo tower over his body to sway and thrash his hips. "Yes."

Ichigo's head fell back with a deep moan, drowning in the ocean of power that he was creating. In the deep reaches of his soul, he prayed he could swim free. There was a life preserver. One with a handsome face, cold smile and black heart. No choice. He reached out to the devil that still claimed him.

~~~

All within Las Noches and those beyond in Hueco Mundo could feel the unique reiatsu that was Ichigo Kurosaki. A dam was broken and all reacted in some way to the source of energy that made itself known.

Zangetsu looked up to blue sky surrounded by towers and felt the tremble. A tide was turning.

Hichigo stood with his hands to his sealed prison door, head tilted, eyes closed.

Uryu closed his eyes and turned his head as a needle began a descent to his neck. He gasped when it hit him and his eyes snapped open. Mayuri halted the needle, a whisper of a crude smile on his lips.

Orihime sat up from a troubled sleep. Tears spilled down her cheeks, joy and sadness combined.

Gin smirked like a man with a dirty little secret, too amused to notice the troubled look on Tosen's face.

Grimmjow halted the arrancar with a raised hand and looked back at Las Noches with wide eyes. So soon? What was happening? He growled low in his throat, hungry to rip Aizen's throat out.

Urahara looked at Isshin, wind whipping his hair lightly around his shocked face. Yuzu took Karin's hand and met her sisters eyes. Isshin stood frozen, blinking lightly when Nel patted his face soft with a squeal of happiness.

Chad stood with a soft grunt of surprise and looked over to Renji and Rukia who both stopped their conversation when they felt the familiar energy of their friend coming from high above where they dwelled in the lower caverns under Las Noches. Every shinigami that surrounded them couldn't deny whose reiatsu it was. His name passed the lips of all above and below.

Ichigo.

~~~

Ichigo collapsed on top of Aizen, soothed by soft words and a caressing touch. He took in every touch, smell and taste, breathing soft in the dark comfort of his arms. He was too shocked to speak, so his hurried thoughts were his own.

"You've succeeded," Aizen whispered and kissed his sweaty temple.

Ichigo's lips parted to ask what he meant, but it fell short when he saw the broken pieces of his collar on the mattress beside their sated bodies. Perhaps he should have felt elation for his accomplishment, but this was not what he had envisioned. Aizen was not supposed to know, but he did. Aizen was not supposed to be pleased, but he was. Right now, all he felt was defeat.

AN: Sorry about the wait on an update all. I have been feeling ill lately, so it's taking me more time to write. Hope this chapter is acceptable. Also, I noticed I made a flub up on some facts in earlier chapters. I noticed my mistake when Bleach went back to the main storyline online. It had been so long that I forgot that there is no sun in Hueco Mundo, but I have written it like there is a night and day there. I had forgotten that only Las Noches has that illusion of sunlight. DOH! I will do one of two things. Go back and edit the small little mess up, or just leave it the way it is. It is just a fan fiction after all, but I got annoyed with myself that I did that. Anyway, again, thanks for all the votes and comments!! Updates may take longer unless I start feeling better soon. Sorry!!
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