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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 15

"Grimmjow, how long are we going to play this cat and mouse game? Aizen will be expecting us back." Gantenbainne said.

"I know that," he answered, looking across the dark sands with a tepid expression. "He can keep waiting."

"You know he will get impatient."

"I'm not concerned."

Gantenbainne sighed and looked over at the other two arrancar that were traveling with them. They had been searching for the small group for over two weeks now. They all knew the plan. Just keep pursuing without actual capture. That was what Grimmjow had said, but they couldn't just keep running around the desert without results. To make matters worse, reiatsu had flared recently from an underground source. It was distinctly shinigami reiatsu. Even Grimmjow had been shocked by the sensation.

"That reiatsu we felt is a problem."

"Maybe not so much of a problem," Grimmjow said. "If there are several shinigami still alive, that gives us an even bigger advantage over Aizen and his crew."

"The shinigami will never trust us after what happened."

"We'll just have to get them to listen."

"Is that the plan now? Go after them to seek help?"

"Exactly."

"Grimmjow, I want Aizen dead like you do, but to rely on the shinigami is foolish."

"How is it foolish? They of all others should want to destroy Aizen." Grimmjow kept his eyes focused on the landscape beyond. "They have to listen. Besides, I can't go back. Not now."

Gantenbainne stood beside him, staring at the same nothingness that Hueco Mundo had to offer. The calm that had been present since the end of the war was wavering, the ripples more distinct. He knew Grimmjow was also counting on Ichigo, but he had not even mentioned the young shinigami since that day his reiatsu swept over the land.

"Don't you want to get back to see Ichigo?"

"That is the thing I'd like to do most, but I can't. Since that day I've had a bad feeling. It's best we stay away."

"All of us?"

"You're with me, Gantenbainne. If Aizen suspects or knows what's going on, and I think he does, we'll be captured and killed. Knowing Aizen though, it would be much worse than simple death."

"You didn't have to say that," Gantenbainne said and looked back at the other two.

"Then you see my reasoning more clearly about searching for the shinigami?"

"As crazy as the idea is, yes." He looked up at the coal colored sky. "It bothers me though."

"What?" Grimmjow asked.

"Where did they suddenly come from? I thought all the shinigami were killed."

"There was never any proof of that. Yes, we saw some killed, but the numbers didn't add up."

"Why would he keep them alive?"

Grimmjow shook his head. "I don't know. We can ask them that when we find them."

"That won't be easy either. They've been hiding their reiatsu well since it happened."

"Then we better get moving and search harder," Grimmjow muttered and waved his hand sharply to get the other arrancar moving. "Lets go."
~*~

Ichigo stirred the food around on his plate absently, barely tasting the last bite he had taken. He was preoccupied with questions that Aizen had yet to answer. So many shinigami still alive. The waves of reiatsu that had come from somewhere down below Las Noches only a few weeks ago still shook him. Rukia, Renji and so many other familiar energies that he had thought long dead had come back like an old friend.

Of course he had questioned Aizen in a frenzy the moment it happened. In the annoyingly calm way of his, Aizen had just assured him he would explain in time. As of now, he had not. When Ichigo would bring it up, Aizen would push it aside and lure him into other matters, and every time it would lead to them fucking until they were both physically spent and gasping for breath.

No amount of sex would stop Ichigo from thinking about what was happening. He could barely sleep at night, sometimes his heart aching to see his friends. He had been so sure they were all dead, but he had thought that about his family too until Grimmjow told him different. Every time he was sure he had Aizen figured out, something else would throw all of his certainty out the window.

"Are you not hungry, lover?"

"Huh?" Ichigo looked up from his plate and looked at Aizen across the absurdly long dining table. He found it ironic that they had such a intense, physical relationship, but sat so far apart to eat together.

"You aren't eating," Aizen said and sipped from his wine glass. "Are you not pleased by the food?"

"It's fine," he answered and picked again at the meat.

"Then what's troubling you?"

Ichigo's mouth opened slightly and he stared at Aizen with exasperation. How could he just go day by day and act like nothing happened? He had kept this huge secret from, not just him, but every arrancar in Las Noches. None of them had said as much, but Ichigo could tell by the looks on their faces that they were as shocked as he. The only ones that didn't seem to be surprised were Gin, Tosen and Mayuri. They must have been the only ones aware of the living shinigami.

"Is that a serious question?" Ichigo asked as he dropped his fork on his plate.

"Oh, I see. You are still troubled over your shinigami friends."

"You think?!"

"You're angry," Aizen chuckled softly, waving his fingers over a candlewick, teasing the flames. "I thought you would be happier knowing that some still lived."

"Why do you keep avoiding my questions?"

"There is nothing to avoid, Ichigo. I kept them alive for labor purposes, nothing more."

"I don't believe you."

Aizen smiled and shook his head. "Why would I lie about that?"

"If that was all you were keeping them for, then why the big cover up?"

"Needless information for the arrancar to know, Ichigo." Aizen's cool eyes swept over him. "And I didn't want you having a lot of pointless hope."

Ichigo's jaw clenched as he looked away. "Are you hunting them all down now, like my family?!"

Aizen was silent a moment, his expression neutral as he poured more wine. "Grimmjow has told you much."

"He told me what I deserved to know, unlike you."

"Do not measure my dick against Grimmjow's. It's very...disrespectful, lover." The corner of his mouth twitch slightly with annoyance, but otherwise his poise was untouched.

"I'm only telling you how I feel. How long are you going to keep things from me? Will you ever stop lying?"

"Ichigo," Aizen whispered and stood. "In time, I will tell you all my secrets." He walked the length of the table until he was standing by him, his hand cupping Ichigo's chin to tilt his head up. "Until that time, you'll just have to be content."

"How can you expect me to wait?" Ichigo asked.

"Patience is a virtue."

"Yeah, you know all about virtue. Just an innocent boy, you are," Ichigo said dryly.

"I do love that smart ass mouth of yours," Aizen said and ran his thumb soft over his lips. "And I know what kinds of things that mouth can do."

Ichigo's lips parted, tongue flicking out to tease the tip of his thumb before he sucked the digit in his mouth to suck thoroughly. Aizen's eyelids dipped a fraction, his lips parting with a drawn out breath. His tongue worked, lips leaving the thumb to kiss across his warm palm to the pulse against his wrist. Ichigo's teeth nibbled the taunt skin, warming his flesh further.

"That's good," Aizen whispered, the panting of his breath giving away his desire.

"Too good," Ichigo muttered, lips brushing over the pink marks he left on his skin. "You managed to get off subject again." Ichigo's eyes looked up to his lover. "Are you planning on hunting them all down?"

"One track mind," Aizen sighed softly.

"Just like you."

"Mn...."

"Well?"

"I have not had them pursued yet. Unless they try something foolish like attacking, I will let them run unharmed for the time being." He smiled, hand brushing Ichigo's cheek. "Good enough?"

"For now." Ichigo kept eye contact. "And what about my family?"

"That is another matter altogether."

"How?"

"Grimmjow is leading that group. You know very well they are not in danger from him," he said with a raised eyebrow. Ichigo didn't look away. "Grimmjow on the other hand, needs to be brought in."

"Why?" Ichigo stood to face him on equal ground.

"You have this cute habit of asking too many questions, lover."

"Grimmjow doesn't need to be punished," Ichigo insisted.

"I'm not going to punish him. I'm going to kill him."

"Aizen, no! You don't have to do that!"

"And why shouldn't I? He tried to take you away from me, Ichigo. I cannot forgive that."

"Aizen, please." His voice edged on anguish, and he gripped Aizen's arm.

"You're begging for his life. That alone makes me want to destroy him more."

Ichigo's mind worked frantically. He couldn't allow Grimmjow to die, but what could he do to stop Aizen's resolve. His hand tightened on his lover's arm and he pressed his body forward until they were intimately touching. Aizen started to speak, but Ichigo muffled his words, lips crushing to his in desperation. It was all he could think of to quell Aizen's rage. Their tongue clashed in a frenzy, and Ichigo felt his body being pushed across the dining table with force. The shatter of fine china and crystal wine glasses breaking on the floor briefly rang in his ears, the sound of his own ragged breath softening the noise.

When Aizen pulled back and stood above him with amusement in his eyes, Ichigo froze, gasping with confusion. Aizen picked up a tipped over bottle of wine and drank the remains with a sigh, eyes locked to Ichigo's body. His skin was flushed with warmth, and he became very aware of his own throbbing arousal pressed tight against his pants. Ichigo could see Aizen's own need pressed just as hard, but he made no move to move back against him. He only stood there, contemplating.

"Don't you want me?" Ichigo asked.

"I always want you. When you come at me with such passion, I can barely contain myself."

"I don't understand." Ichigo sat up a bit on his elbows. "Why did you stop?"

"Ichigo, don't think using your body will alter my decision. You're much smarter than that."

"I wasn't..

"You were," Aizen stopped him, raising his hand for silence.

Ichigo sighed and looked away. "What do I have to do to change your mind?"

"I can think of nothing, lover." He grabbed Ichigo's chin and turned his head to meet his eyes. "Perhaps you will think of something to persuade me otherwise. Who knows, an opportunity may arise when you least expect it."

"What do you mean?"

Aizen only smiled at the question. "You have some time. I only just sent Tosen out to collect Grimmjow this morning."

"What?!" He pushed off the table, knocking more dishes to the floor in the process. "Call him back!"

"I will not, Ichigo." Aizen straightened his clothes with a look of regret.

"Aizen, please..

"Do not beg me on this matter," he said firmly. "You are stronger than that."

Ichigo frowned. "Alright, I won't beg."

"That's better." Aizen kissed against his stubborn lips. "Think about what I said. Something helpful may arise to save Grimmjow from his fate." His hand ran over Ichigo's hip. "As much as I'd like to take you, I haven't got the time right now. I have a meeting with Mayuri that I cannot pass up."

He left the room and shut the door quietly behind him as he went, leaving Ichigo to puzzle over his cryptic words. He wondered what kind of opportunity Aizen was talking about. It could all be just false hope. Aizen would very well kill Grimmjow no matter what Ichigo did to stay his sword. The state of his emotions only made things more difficult. Even with the threat to Grimmjow's life, he was still in love with Aizen.

You are one messed up puppy, King.

Shut up, Hichigo.

I'm part of you, I should know. Just sayin.

Instead of insulting me, help me. He sat heavily on his chair, looking at the mess on the floor with distaste.

I can't from where I am.

I know. Ichigo sighed and rested his head back on the chair, unable to relax or think. His loins still throbbed from lingering arousal and he cursed himself for his own perversion.

You're all stressed, Ichi. His hollow sounded amused.

No shit. Grimmjow is going to die because of me, and I can't do anything about it.

Well, like the man said, you got time. Maybe you can stop it.

How?

No idea.

Ichigo growled in frustration and slammed his fist on the table, toppling over the empty wine bottle to the sound of more shattering glass. He closed his eyes, feeling lost like he had so many times. Hope came and went. He was happy to know some of his friends still lived, but now he was scrambling to keep from losing Grimmjow.

King..

"What?" he muttered.

Things will work out.

"....Maybe." Ichigo took a slow breath, urging his body and mind to relax. Going hysterical over a situation was not his style. He had to think.

King.

"Hm?"

You're horny.

Thank you, Mr. Obvious.

I can feel it.....I always feel it.

Ichigo's eyes popped open. "What?"

When you're aroused, I am. When you cum, I do.

Stop fucking around!

I'm not.

Oh..man... I didn't know that..

Like I said, I'm part of you, King.

Ichigo closed his eyes again to shut out the light. I'm sorry.

Hey, I'm not complainin. It feels good.

..Pervert.

Part of you. His teasing voice rang through his ears. Come on, King. I got this rod throbbing between my legs just like you. Lets take care of it, huh?

Ichigo's lips parted, the tip of his tongue slipping over them as his hand lowered to rub over the front of his pants. He was still rock hard, and part of him imagined Hichigo had kept him that way.

King.. His voice sent off a breathless sound.

Shut up and stroke, Hichi.

Ichigo pulled his cock free, keeping his eyes closed to enhance the experience. The chair creaked as he shifted more comfortably, thumb teasing over his cock head before he started working his hand up and down in a slow rhythm. He could hear his other half panting. It made him shiver, feeling a new kind of excitement. Maybe it was nothing more than glorified masturbation, but he had never felt anything like this. It wasn't imagination. He could also feel Hichigo's pleasure.

"Fuck," he gasped, working his hand faster, his hard flesh sliding smoothly over his sweaty palm.

Fuck..is..right..ahhn.

Ichigo chuckled soft at his hollow, urging him with a moan. His other hand joined in, his fingers slipping around his balls to feel their tightness. His hips jerked, hand working with increased vigor. He wasn't going to last long, but he needed the release so badly.

I want you, Ichigo...

"Ahn!" Ichigo trembled, the pleasure working through his stomach to his loins. Hot semen dripped over his fist and he shivered through the orgasm, biting down on his lip to keep from yelling out a second time. Eyes still closed, he swallowed, panting hard as his arousal dwindled away.

Did I just hear you say you wanted me?

Heh. Maybe you just came so hard that you were hearing things, King.

"Hmph. Whatever you say, Hichigo," he muttered and lifted his hand to look at the cooling seed that covered his hand. A breathless chuckle was the only response he got.
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