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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 14

Ichigo woke up, head fuzzy from sleep. He lay still, eyes focused on a long extinguished candle that was melted to ruin. He knew Orihime was still there beside him, and awake by the sound of her breath. Aizen wasn't there, his reiatsu further away in the halls of Las Noches. Ichigo wondered if his absence was of some importance. He also wondered where Grimmjow was and how his family was doing. He wanted to ignore the obvious fact of her presence, but he couldn't.

"Ichigo."

He rolled over. "Hey," he said softly.

She had the sheet pulled up over her breasts and her hair was spread out over the pillow. Her eyes were soft and unsure, her lips full and slightly pouted. She was beautiful, desirable, and the sweetest person he knew, but he was just not in love with her. They both knew it.

"Where did Aizen go?" she asked, whispering even though they were alone.

"I don't know. I never do when he goes." He swallowed. "Are you okay, Orihime?"

"I'm alright. I'm a little sore." She blushed.

His eyes softened more. "Orihime, this isn't what I wanted for you."

"I know. You don't have to say it."

"Yes, I do. Aizen is a manipulative bastards. He planned this.."

She put a finger to his lips. "I'm not that naive, Ichigo."

He sighed soft and took her hand in his. "I'm sorry."

"I'm not." She rolled to face him more. "I got to be with you at least."

"Orihime.."

"I know this won't happen again, Ichigo." She smiled soft, without a trace of sadness. "I'll be okay." Her eyes softened. "Ichigo, there's something I have to ask."

"Yeah?"

"Are you in love with Aizen?"

"What?!" He sat up, the sheet falling off his body to leave him exposed. "It's just an act. That's all." He looked away.

"Ichigo.."

"I love Grimmjow."

Orihime blinked. "Oh."

He sighed soft. "He and I see each other every time we get the chance," he whispered and looked back at her.

"I had no idea," she said soft and sat up, letting the sheet fall as she touched his arm. "I know I'm not experienced, but when I watched the two of you together last night, I thought I saw more than just a master and pet."

Ichigo closed his eyes. "He said I'm not a pet anymore."

"Yes, he let me remove your brand," she said softly and moved behind him, her breast pressing to his back. "I saw love in his eyes, Ichigo."

"No, it's...I'm a possession for him to show off." Her slim arms came around to hug him soft and he took comfort in her embrace. He felt lethargic and warm as he rested there with her, feeling the need to talk. He needed to vent soon before he burst.

"You can talk to me," she said soft, her voice lulling him further.

"In the beginning, I always fought when he took me as much as I could. It was strange. He never injured me, no more than feeling sore after. You know as much as that. You were always my healer." His voice was a soft and slightly reluctant, but he kept going. "In time I would just relent and let him without a fight, and soon I craved his touch. He made me feel so good, and it pissed me off."

"Oh, Ichigo," she whispered, hugging him to her breasts more.

"Even after all he's done, I wanted to feel him touching me," he continued, the touch of her against his skin a welcome feeling. "I still do." His hands shook. "How can..I fall in love with my rapist? I keep telling myself I hate him, and part of me does, but.."

"Ichigo.."

"You're right, Orihime," he said. "I do have feelings for him. How fucked up is that?"

"Emotions are a wonderful thing," she whispered and moved around him. "I don't regret my feelings for you." She straddled over his lap.

"Orihime, wait.." He wasn't sure it was right to make love to her again when the emotion wasn't there. When she ran a hand over his groin, he stirred to the touch, his body betraying him as it always did. It didn't take Orihime long to get him to full arousal, her small hand working his cock boldly, the shyness from last night obliterated.

"I want to feel you inside me," she whispered and shifted over his groin, lowering herself onto his cock, hissing slightly.

"Does it hurt?" he gasped, stilling her hips with firm hands. "Stop if it does."

"It's okay." She smiled and rocked slow over him, arms around the back of his neck. "Mn."

"Orihime." He groaned, breath rasping. She felt so damn tight. He hugged her body, lips latching onto the side of her neck, sucking her skin, teeth teasing just enough to make her shiver. He moved a hand back around to cup one of her breasts, thumb flicking over the hard rise of a nipple. "You feel so good," he praised her, voice husky against her ear.

"So do you..."

Ichigo jerked softly. Something was wrong. Her soft body felt harder than it should be, and heavier atop his lap. His hand slid up her back to touch her long mane of soft hair, but he couldn't feel it. The room started to feel too warm, his body sweating lightly against hers. She moaned again, but it was much too deep to be her musical like voice.

"Ichigo."

"Aizen!" he gasped out, eyes wide when everything around him became clear in a matter of seconds.

"Amazing isn't it?" Aizen said, rough hands pushing him back on the bed, hips grinding to get Ichigo's cock deeper inside him. "The power of Shikai."

"You bastard," Ichigo's voice shook from the shock. The deception had fooled him too easily, emphasizing further that he still wasn't ready to fight Aizen. "Where is she?!" He groaned anew when Aizen moved over his arousal faster.

"Orihime is safely in her room now. Do not worry yourself." His breath was coming in short bursts, body glistening with sweat. "I do apologize for using that illusion to get the honesty that you just displayed, but I found it was with reason." His eyes narrowed as he leaned over Ichigo more, hips rocking rhythmically. "Grimmjow, hm?"

"Aizen, I.."

"Do not ruin the mood with lies, lover."

"I wasn't going to," Ichigo groaned, thrusting up to meet him, cock hugged tight within his walls. He wasn't sure what he was going to say. Wherever you are now, Grimmjow, please stay there.

Aizen licked over a nipple. "He touched what is mine, Ichigo. Am I expected to ignore that?"

Ichigo closed his eyes, turning his head against the pillow to avoid his gaze further. "So, I am just a possession?"

"No," Aizen growled and gripped his hair, demanding attention. "Look at me."

Ichigo looked as both their bodies stilled their desperate movements. "You can't tell me when you took me that love was in the equation, Aizen. You wanted to see how far you could push me until I broke."

"I never thought you to be a fool, Ichigo, even at your young age. You are correct." He loosened the grip on his hair, fingers brushing soft through the locks. "I've always been fascinated by you. I already told you how I watched your progress."

"Yes, fucking pervert," Ichigo said, frowning slightly.

"Perversion had nothing to do with it. It was scientific in nature, Ichigo. A half human, half shinigami child was sure to catch attention." He shifted slightly atop him.

"Ah!" Ichigo felt his face flush when Aizen smirked at his pleased yelp. His cock was still firmly fitted in his ass, the both of them connected by needy flesh.

"The perversion you speak of came later," Aizen said and slowly started to ride his cock again. "But you already know that."

"Yes," Ichigo gasped, flesh responding to exploring fingertips. Guilt plagued him. He bathed in the pleasure even as he worried what would happen to Grimmjow. He had to believe that Grimmjow was strong enough to take care of himself if Aizen came after him. Aizen wouldn't have to go after him at all if he came back to Las Noches soon, unaware that Ichigo had let their secret slip. He damned himself and his emotions that this evil man had stirred within him. Life would be easier if he could feel nothing at all.

Aizen's legs tightened against Ichigo's sides as he rolled to put his young lover above him. Ichigo moved easily with him, hips pumping strong and steady to take what Aizen had been taking from him for so long. Aizen let loose with an encouraging moan, legs curling around his waist and locking at the ankles behind his back. His sneaky hands ran along Ichigo's chest, fingers gripping his stiff nipples to twists and tug at his leisure.

"No," Ichigo hissed and grabbed his wrists, pushing them back on the bed. "You're mine this time, not the other way around." His hips froze as he glared down at Aizen's smirking face.

"You want to put me in my place?"

"Yes."

"You want me to beg?"

"Yes."

"You want to make me scream?"

"Yes!"

"You want me to let you do what Grimmjow allows you to do to him?"

"Ye...."

Aizen chuckled. "Do you seek to make me more jealous and angry that he's put his flesh against yours?"

"Do you thrive on being a complete dick head?!" Ichigo jerked his hips sharply, delving deep and violently into the reaches of Aizen's body. "Don't talk about him now," he growled.

"No, it is not the time," Aizen said, panting harder with each thrust. "Show me what you can do."

Ichigo held his hands down, fingers clasped around his. Aizen started this with his damn illusion, but he was going to finish it. He leaned his body back, just enough so his stomach wasn't brushing Aizen's cock for that added stimulation. He wanted Aizen to know how it felt to be teased. This first time alone could not make up for it all, but it would be a start. He slowed his thrusts, watching his face for reaction, listening to his sounds to guide him.

Aizen still had that cocky expression, but his smile was not quiet so obvious now. Ichigo watched closely, arching his lower body, groin pressed to his ass. He wanted to pound him, but he wouldn't; not yet. He let go of Aizen's hands, giving him a warning look so he would keep them down. If need be he would tie him up. Ichigo smirked at the idea, his loins giving a pleased pulse of desire.

"Having sinful thoughts?" Aizen asked.

"Maybe," Ichigo answered, grabbing his lover's legs to put them over his shoulders roughly, his cock shifting to the deepest point he could get in the tight heat of his tunnel. Aizen groaned, eyes losing some of the cool facade to go hazy with lust. "Be still, and keep your hands away from your cock," Ichigo ordered before he started to pump his hips again.

"I do like this bossy side," Aizen said. "Don't hold back. You've earned it."

"I've earned it?" Ichigo asked, leaning down close to Aizen's face. "After all you've done, I think I've earned a whole hell of a lot, plus interest."

"Then, make me pay." Aizen licked his lips.

Ichigo took him, doing everything he could to feel justified. Through the ache of sore muscles, and the spending of sweat and seed, he still could not feel redemption for his time as a trapped pet. He did not think it was possible to take back all Aizen had done, even with all the time in the world to attempt it. Pleasure and lust was what he focused on. The feel of his body and the sound of their voices mingled in ecstasy. It was bittersweet, this bond they now shared. Hate and love. Two sides of the same sword.

~*~

"Wake up, Quincy."

Uryu groaned, curling up into a ball. "Go to Hell."

"Already here, boy. I said wake up!"

Uryu felt the smack across the back of his head and jerked upright. He didn't even have the energy to glare at Mayuri and just stared at him. The shinigami grinned and pointed at the table he'd been strapping him to everyday to drain him of sperm. Uryu shook his head venomously, stomach rolling at the thought of being forced through that again.

"Going to be stubborn again?"

"Haven't you taken enough?" His voice cracked, throat much too dry to put much strength to his words.

"I need more."

Uryu closed his eyes. "What are you using it for?"

"I'll tell you when the time comes." His nails traced over Uryu's cheek.

Uryu shuddered and jerked his head away. His stomach flipped again and his eyes widened. Oh no. He got off the bed and half ran, half staggered from the room and out into the hallway. Mayuri was yelling behind him, but he could care less what he was saying as he ran for a door to the outside. Sunlight assaulted him and he pushed through and tripped, almost falling before he righted himself and rushed onward. He made it to the sand and fell to his knees, gagging and retching. His stomach was empty of anything, so no relief came, only the pain of coughing and gagging. A shadow blocked out the sun that was beating down on him. He ignored the presence, gasping for breath.

"Are you alright?" Nemu asked.

He kept his head bowed. "Stupid fucking question." He panted, chest burning as he took lungfuls of air to try clearing his foggy head.

"But an honest one."

"Fuck off!"

The shadow moved further over him and he felt her small hand touch his back. She had a caring touch, but he knew better. She was even worse than Mayuri for acting like she actually felt sympathy for him. He crawled away and fell again when he tried to get up. He cursed under his breath. He was too weak to even stand. He felt like a lame horse that needed to be put out of it's misery. He thought about how powerful and graceful he had once been and wanted to scream until he lost his voice along with everything else.

"You need time to rest and recover," she said behind him.

"So he can drain me again, right?"

"He has plenty of sperm for his experiment. Now he's just trying to break you a bit more. I guess it's working."

He looked over his shoulder at her. "He's been chipping away at me since the end of the war. I think it's understandable if I'm crumbling." He frowned, looking at her as if she were some kind of alien.

"I know," she whispered. "I'm sorry."

"Are you?"

She tilted her head as if confused. "Of course I am."

"Could have fooled me." He attempted to stand again and managed it, swaying on his feet. "Stop pretending. I already feel sick enough."

"If you're talking about me helping my father.."

"I don't want to hear it."

"I have to do as he says, or he'll suspect."

"Why are you doing this?" He turned to her. "Is it part of his plan? Send you to try acting like you're my friend?"

"No." She stepped closer and he backed up with each step. "Uryu, you're in no condition to be out here. You need to eat, and get some fluid into your body. I'll send for Orihime to heal you." She lifted her arm to reach for him.

"Don't."

"Stop being so damn stubborn."

"Like father, like daughter." He staggered back and lost his footing, falling down on his ass with a grunt.

"Nothing alike." She moved quickly to his side. "Let me take you to Orihime, please. I'll deal with my father. You'll have some time away to heal."

He tried to push her away, but she forced her shoulder under his arm to help him stand. He relented and leaned against her, sighing deep with frustration. She looked sincere enough as she helped him back inside, but he was so damn tired. He didn't know what to believe anymore. For now he would do as she asked, too weak to do anything else.

As promised, she took him to Orihime. His friend gasped when she saw them come in. He figured he must look as bad as he felt. Both of the women made him lay on the bed, and they talked briefly before Nemu left to get him some food. He couldn't quite look Orihime in the eyes. Out of the three of them, he felt like he had gotten the worst of the whole deal. At least she and Ichigo were healthy and strong.

"Uryu, I'm going to heal you, okay?"

He just nodded and stared at the ceiling as the warm glow of her shield came over his body. As his pain ebbed away slowly, he had the courage to look at her more. Her eyes were soft with caring, her lips set in concentration as she healed his ravaged body. Mind not so fuzzy, he thought his initial envy was pathetic now. They all had gone through so much here, each with their own private torture.

"Thank you," he whispered.

She smiled a little. "You're welcome."

"Orihime."

"Hm?"

"Is Ichigo alright?"

"Oh, yes, he's alright." Her cheeks flushed slightly.

"You're blushing."

"What?"

"You're blushing." He looked closer.

"I am not." She smiled.

"Orihime, I know I'm out of it right now, but I know something is up."

"Okay." She sat. "I lost my virginity to Ichigo last night." Her smile faltered a little. "Aizen was there too though. It did make it awkward for me."

"What?" Uryu forced himself to sit up. "Did Aizen touch you?"

"No, only Ichigo. I was relieved really." She folded her arms around herself. "It was like he just wanted to watch."

"He's up to something."

"Hm?" Orihime looked at him and tried getting him to lay back down.

He took her hands to stay her efforts. "Ichigo has told me before how possessive Aizen is with him. It's uncharacteristic of him to just let you and Ichigo be together, don't you think?"

"I guess." She looked down. "I mean, I even woke up in my own bed this morning, so someone must have carried me here."

"These animals do like toying with us," he said, laying back down wearily.

"What has Mayuri been doing to you?" she whispered.

"I'd rather not say."

"Okay, but if you need to talk, I'll listen."

He nodded soft. She smiled a little before she got up to move about the room to clean. He listened to her humming softly. She really did sound happy. He knew how much she loved Ichigo, but what she told him still left a sour feeling in his stomach. Aizen always had a motive for everything he did. Ichigo had to know that too, probably more so since he was around the man the most.

Stuck in bed, all he had time for was thinking. He went back to the matter of Mayuri and what he had collected the sperm for. Scientifically, the only use would be for....fertilization. He suddenly felt ill again. Would that crazy bastard actually use it for that? Uryu tried to think of anything else he'd use it for and couldn't come up with any logical answers. Nemu had to know exactly what he was going to do, so he would just have to confront her. When she finally came back with food and drink, it was the first thing he wanted to ask, but with Orihime there though, he didn't dare. He ate and forced the thought from his mind for the time being.

~*~

"There has to be a way to take these off," Chad said as he looked at his limiters.

"We've tried, Chad. They're sealed somehow without any evidence of a locking mechanism," Rukia said.

"Most likely locked on by the bastards using their reiatsu, and since our own is blocked by the limiters, well, we're screwed there," Renji added.

Days of talking about escape had come up fruitless, and ones that seemed somewhat doable ended with half their numbers being wiped out. Word had spread along through whispers and hurried meetings. Everyone was eager to go with a plan that made sense. Problem was, they were already running out of ideas. Chad wanted to do something good out of letting himself get captured. Getting them all out of here safely would be a start.

"I'm sorry, guys," Chad said softly.

"For what?" Renji asked. "You didn't put us here." He slapped Chad's back with a smile. "We'll find a way out, don't worry."

"How?"

"I have no fucking idea."

Chad smirked. "At least you still have a sense of humor."

"Hard to lose it when you have shit like that to laugh at." Renji pointed.

"How am I supposed to stay beautiful in these conditions," Yumichika moaned as he desperately tried to get his hair to lie flat, Ikkaku watching him with a raised eyebrow. "Oh, this is such a nightmare," he whimpered as he tried to comb out a tangle with his fingers.

"Tsk, just let me shave it off," Ikkaku said, pulling out a sharpened cutting knife. "You can look strong, just like me," he added, running a hand over his bald dome.

"WHAT?!"

"Come here. It won't take long."

"That's not funny!" Yumichika was off and running, zig zagging through groups of shinigami with Ikkaku on his tail who brandishing the knife with a huge grin. Laughter peppered the crowd as they all watched on.

Chad smiled. "I see what you mean." He looked father into the cavern and watched one of the lumbering hollow making the rounds. "Still, hard to keep laughing with them around."

Rukia followed his gaze. "Yes, and it doesn't take much to agitate them."

As she spoke, one of the hollow screeched when a loud eruption from one of the cavern walls sent rocks flying through the air. Some shinigami leaped to avoid hurling boulders, while others watched wide eyed at this new development. The hollow converged toward the mystery hole, roaring with the disturbance. Chad was up and running that way, deaf to the calls from Renji and Rukia. Soon enough they were running with him.

"What the hell is going on?!" Renji tried yelling over the roars and scattered shouts around them.

The closest hollow to the hole screamed, it's roar turning into a death cry as it was split in two. It dissolved as two others ran forward to attack. Chad neared enough to see the other attacking hollow fall to the same fate, their heads split open by an, as yet, unseen force. Rukia halted beside him, Renji on the other side, the three of them watching along with all the other shinigami.

Rukia gasped soft. "Is that....Urahara's reiatsu?"

Chad smiled. "Yes."

Urahara jumped through the hole, arm already moving with grace, slicing a fourth hollow with his zanpakuto as it ran head long at him. Isshin wasn't far behind, leaping up and ripping through another like butter. It all seemed to move in slow motion, but only took a few minutes before all the roaring died along with the hollow.

"That went well," Urahara said, sheathing his zanpakuto.

"Well, look at this," Isshin said, grinning broadly at the gathered group watching them.

"Dad, is it safe?" Karin asked as she climbed through the hole with Yuzu.

"Yeah, honey. Nothing but friendlies left."

"It shinigami peoples," Nel said, as she climbed over to plop to the ground. She ran to Isshin, climbing up his kimono to sit on his shoulder, little hand entwining in his hair. "You gets them all, Big Daddy?"

"Damn right," he told her.

"What took you so long?" Chad asked and went over to hug the girls, looking at the two men and Nel with a smile.

"Sorry," Isshin said, eyes soft. "We've been running from arrancar harder since you got taken." Isshin's eyes roamed over the shinigami. "I wasn't expecting this, but it's an encouraging sight."

"So many," Karin whispered and looked around.

"Urahara, can you take these off?" Chad walked to him, showing the limiters on his arms.

"Hm." He touched the cool metal, head tilting slightly. "A limiter for reiatsu?"

Chad nodded. "We all have them."

"No wonder we didn't sense you all," Isshin said.

"Hmmm." Urahara ran his fingertips over one of the bands and the metal snapped apart. It fell to the ground with a clank and rolled to a stop against Renji's foot. "Oh, I am good!" Nel squealed and clapped her little hands, bouncing on Isshin's shoulder. Excited voices filled the cavern, mingled with happy laughter and cheers. "Isshin, give me a hand here. We need to free them all and I'm guessing we'll have little time before more hollow come, or something worse."
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