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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 18

Dammit!

Grimmjow pushed himself out of the crater that Tosen had blasted him into. The bastard wasn't playing any games. The two arrancar were dead, leaving he and Gantenbainne to fight him alone. The ex-shinigami had hit hard and fast as soon as he was in fighting distance. He jumped out of the pit and ignored the painful gash in his side as it sealed up and healed over.

Dammit...dammit.

Grimmjow looked over just in time to see Gantenbainne getting a beating. He was getting cut faster than he could heal, his white clothes drenched with crimson. They had to take him out, but it was easier said than done. Out of Aizen's fucking side kicks, Tosen was most powerful. Blind, yet able to fight like he had one hundred pairs of eyes. He was a worthy and dangerous opponent, but there was no time or room for honor here.

Grimmjow attacked toward his back while his attention was focused on Gantenbainne. Tosen's zanpakuto swung around and blocked his blade with barely an effort. Grimmjow pushed against his defense, but was thrown back with a fearsome shove. He saw Gantenbainne get kicked across the sands as he landed ungracefully to the ground, grunting with the impact.

"That was a dirty attack, Grimmjow. I'm rather disappointed in you."

"Excuse me for not giving a fuck!" Grimmjow spit blood and brought his sword up again.

"I've already killed two of your arrancar. Must I make it a third?" Tosen pointed his zanpakuto directly where Gantenbainne was laying. "Come back to Las Noches with me now and he won't die."

"I'm supposed to believe that?"

"Take my word or not, either way it doesn't matter to me. Just make your choice quickly."

"Don't listen to him, Grimmjow," Gantenbainne said with a groan as he pushed himself back up on his feet. "He's blowing smoke up your ass."

"I do not make light threats. I will kill him."

"You bastard," Grimmjow said through clenched teeth.

"Shall I take your arm like I did before as well?"

"You can try!" There was no more thought; just action. Grimmjow's reiatsu flared, his release coursing through his body. Sand flew up around the three fighters from the power of the change.

"I see. You've made your choice. Very well."

"Damn right, fucker!" Grimmjow roared at the ex-shinigami, the shockwave throwing Tosen off his feet and high in the air, his body hurling across miles of sandy earth.

"Shit, Grimmjow," Gantenbainne said. "It won't take him long to make it back."

"I know. We have to take this lackey down. Release now!"

"I will, but go first."

"What the hell are you talking about? We fight now!"

"I fight, you go!" His body was finally healing from the short reprieve from battle.

"No way.."

"You know you have to go! In your current state, you have the speed to get ahead and keep searching for the shinigami!"

"I can't leave you alone with this!" Grimmjow argued.

"So little faith in my power?" Gantenbainne released, armor shaping itself over his arms and shoulders in an arch. Dragra unsealed, the pointed daggers changing to monstrous dragon heads. "Grimmjow, he is already returning. This is my choice. I'm not planning on dying, but if I do, don't make it be in vain. Find them and stop Aizen."

"Ganten.."

"Go!"

Grimmjow growled, gave him one last look, then fled in the opposite direction. Tosen was closing the distance fast, but he was faster, lean muscled body racing across the desert at a speed that could match his lover's. Ichigo. He wanted to know he was alright, needed to see him again. This was the way to his need. Find them. Find them quickly. Time was becoming too short.

Gantenbainne stood ready, glimpsing Tosen as he rushed forward, sword raised for attack. He blocked the assault with an armored arm, and punched at his body, missing by inches as Tosen shifted from the blow. He threw out a orange blast of energy that was also avoided with a mere shift in movement. He was quick, but Gantenbainne was sure he could land a blow, no matter how long it took.

He avoided Tosen's zanpakuto, and spun around his body, throwing a fist back. Tosen caught his arm, the armor straining as his fingers dug in and flipped the large arrancar over onto the sand. Gantenbainne rolled to avoid a booted foot to the chin, and stood to face him again on even ground. The bastard was strong for his size, but when it came to reiatsu, size didn't matter a damn bit.

He circled Tosen. The man didn't even bother to follow his movement, just stood there in wait. Gantenbainne lifted his right hand that was encased in the dragon's head, a high powered orange blast seeking it's target. Tosen was gone, then right behind him, the shot missing it's mark and exploding apart a lone withered tree in the distance. The zanpakuto cut across his back, the armor cracking with the force of it. He jumped and landed apart from Tosen and glared.

"Where did Grimmjow go? He seemed to be in a rush."

"We're supposed to be fighting, not talking, Tosen."

"Not much of a fight so far. Is this the extent of your power?"

"Don't get cocky. I won't go down so easy."

"Perhaps not, but you will fall. Then I will finish my duty and capture Grimmjow. Aizen is not very pleased right now."

"Why do you follow Aizen?"

Tosen tilted his head. "Like I would explain myself to a filthy arrancar like you."

Gantenbainne let out a battle cry and moved in, closing the distance, arm back to punch with all his strength. Tosen stood calm, reiatsu flaring just as the dragon started another burst. His body tilted to the side and a strong hand caught the armor, his deadly blade slicing through hard bone, then bit into the flesh that was hidden underneath. Blood sprayed as Gantenbainne's forearm separated from his body. The pain was great, but he kept his senses enough to avoid another slash and jumped back. He gasped, the stump bleeding out onto the sand, the grains soaking up his blood like water.

"Do you see how pointless your eagerness to fight is now?" Tosen dropped the arm unceremoniously.

"Damn you." Gantenbainne looked wide eyed at his fallen appendage. "This won't stop me!" Through the shocked pain, Gantenbainne yelled and built up a powerful attack.

Grimmjow heard the blasts behind him, the flare of cero across the dark sky making all look orange for the briefest of moments. The powerful reiatsu washed over him, even as he distanced himself from the battle. He detested running like this. His claws and blades yearned to rip flesh; to kill Aizen's lap dog in the most painful of ways. Yet he kept running, because he had to. He would not dishonor Gantenbainne's wishes.

Grimmjow's ears focused on sound, able to hear their furious fighting even as miles continued to separate them. He could feel Gantenbainne's reiatsu waning, and he could try blaming it on his swift escape, but Tosen's own was still strong and steady. Grimmjow ground his teeth, fangs digging into his lip until he drew blood. Picking up his pace a fraction more, speed at it's very highest, he pushed on. He opened his sense, seeking even the slightest trace of shinigami reiatsu. Just a flicker was all he needed.

A energy, familiar, yet different. Ichigo's father? It could be no other. He turned slightly east and ran on, latching onto the feeling, panting hard from the beginning traces of exertion. The fight had taken a bit more out of him than he wanted to admit, even with regeneration on his side. The sound of the battle had long faded, but Gantenbainne was still holding on, but just barely. The reiatsu was slowly dwindling. Grimmjow ran on. He couldn't fail. It happened. He stopped, eyes looking off into the distance, a slight rise of mountains on the horizon. Gantenbainne's reiatsu disappeared completely.

"Be at peace, my brother," Grimmjow whispered. "You'll be avenged soon enough." He growled and continued on.

Tosen pulled his zanpakuto from Gantenbainne's lifeless body, using the fallen arrancar's clothes to clean the blood from his blade. Grimmjow had a huge head start, but Tosen wasn't concerned. Half of his job was done already, the rest would go quickly enough. He jumped off the sand and began pursuit once again.

"Where are you?" Grimmjow hissed, still not seeing any sign of the shinigami he was tracking. His reiatsu was strong, but he was having a difficult time pinpointing it. There was another, no, two more. They were close, but spread out. There was no time for this. "Come out! You must listen to me!"

"Bakudou 61, Rukujyoukourou!"

Shit! Luminous bars of light were emerged in his body. He couldn't move. The kido was strong, but not so strong that he couldn't break free. He flexed with a growl. "I'm not here to fight!"

"Hadou 31, Shakkahou - Artillería Carmesí!"

"Fuck!" The blast hit him and knocked his already pinned body to the sand.

"Not here to fight?" Isshin stepped out from behind the rocks, followed by Urahara and Rukia.

"Please, listen. We haven't got time to argue. Tosen is on his way!" He struggled with the kidou binding his body in place. His weakened condition was making it too difficult to dispel it.

"We know he's near, and you're probably with him." Rukia looked to the two men. "They must have finally decided to hunt us down."

"Please! Unbind me. Ichigo needs.."

"What about my son, you bastard?!"

"Please, lets go somewhere else to discuss things. We don't have time for another battle right now!"

"Says the espada," Urahara said and looked off towards the direction of Tosen's reiatsu that was getting closer by the moment.

"What should we do?" Rukia asked. "I still don't have my zanpakuto." She looked quickly to Grimmjow. "Where are the zanpakuto? Surely an espada like you knows where our blades are being kept."

"I...don't know." He honestly didn't, but the Q&A session was taking far too long, and they still had him bound.

"How can you not know?" She glared at him. "He's lying."

"I'm not. Dammit! Why won't you listen?!"

"Because, we don't trust a monster that helped destroy existence!" Isshin said.

"Ichigo trusts me," he said, looking up at him.

"Why would my son trust you?"

"Our time is getting shorter," Urahara chimed in lightly. "I'm sure we could fight Tosen, but I'm a little more interested in getting answers from this one right now. We should go back underground."

"I'm not moving until he answers me," Isshin said to Urahara, then he looked back down at the trapped espada. "Now tell me. Why would my son trust you?"

Grimmjow looked directly into his eyes. He could feel the strength of this shinigami, and the concern for his son only concreted that strength to another level. This was a touchy situation, but he couldn't lie, and if they delayed any longer, there would be a battle. He sighed and simply told the truth.

"I'm his lover."

Shocked silence from all involved. Rukia stood there with her mouth slightly open. Urahara raised an eyebrow and looked at Isshin who had balled both his hands into solid fists. The espada lay there quietly in wait, eyes locked to Isshin and no one else. The first punch came hard and fast against his chin, the second on his left cheek, the third to his right eye.

"Isshin!" Urahara ran over and had a difficult time staying any more jabs against the half conscious espada.

Shit. It was Grimmjow's last conscious thought before his lover's father kicked the side of his head and knocked him into the dark.

"He's out, enough!" Urahara pulled him back.

"I'm not done!"

"Yes you are!"

"We really need to get back down below," Rukia insisted, finally finding her voice again.

"She's right, we'll be able to hide our reiatsu better once we get there."

"Maybe I don't want to hide mine," Isshin said, sneering down at the espada, then looking off toward the ever nearing reiatsu that was picking up speed.

"It's not the time, Isshin. We need to keep asking him questions. Maybe we can figure out how to get the zanpakuto back," Urahara insisted.

"Shinigami don't run. I'm tired of running like this," he growled.

"I know." Urahara's eyes softened. "Times have changed for us though." He let Isshin go. "Call it, preparing, not running."

Isshin sighed, then leaned down to toss the unconscious espada over his broad shoulder. He nodded to them and followed as they headed back down to meet back with the others. Rukia used kido to blast their entrance so Tosen would not follow. Perhaps it would work, perhaps not. Either way, he would probably search for them now that he had sensed them near.

They ran through the cavernous tunnels toward the camp. They would have to move everyone before they began the interrogation. Isshin intended to be the one to do it. As a father, it was his right. He fought to keep his anger in check, fingers digging into the leg of the espada he was carrying. He could deny it to himself and say the espada was deceiving him with a cruel lie about Ichigo, but that would not erased the truth that was in the espada's eyes when he said it. I'm his lover.

What have they been doing to my son?

~*~

Ichigo was in bed, nude because that's what his lover liked. He wasn't tired, but laying down was all he could think of to do. After talking to Hichigo, he had trained with some of the espada. He visited Orihime to see how she was. He didn't want to feel like it was awkward, but ever since Aizen manipulated his senses and used her image, every time he saw her felt strange to him. Maybe that was partly Aizen's intent as well. Make him feel uncomfortable around the people he should feel closest to.

They had talked for a while. She told him how Mayuri had taken Uryu away. That damn bastard. He wanted to help Uryu get away from the freak, but he didn't know how. To top it off, he had so much on his plate now. His thoughts had been on Grimmjow almost every second of the day. No idea to help his dire situation had come. He couldn't let him be killed.

Ichigo stared at the wall, on his side and unmoving. Maybe telling Aizen he wouldn't see Grimmjow anymore would be enough. He sighed. Of course that would be too simple. It was a case of Aizen's pride at stake here, and something so simple would not satisfy him. Ichigo groaned and rolled on his stomach, face pushed against the pillow in frustration.

Need some more release, King?

No, Hichigo. Be more helpful. Can you think of anything to help me out about Grimmjow? Anything at all?

Lets see. Four dark walls, sealed door, very little as in ways of necessity. Well, fuck me, King, I'll be right out to help.

Thanks for the sarcasm, asshole.

Heh, it's my job.

Ichigo closed his eyes tight, face resting against the soft pillow. This was how pathetic the situation was. He was asking his trapped hollow for help. He was feeling more powerless by the minute. Weariness pressed upon his shoulders. Maybe if he rested, things would become clearer. His body relaxed more and he turned his head in a more comfortable position to try and get some sleep.

I'll help you relax, Ichigo. Hichigo whispered the words in his mind. I can do that much for you.

What do you mean? He knew exactly what he meant, but he wanted to hear the hollow say it. He swallowed when he felt his cock jerk, the sensation of ghostly fingers grasping and stroking light.

Gonna make you cum all over yourself, the voice purred. Don't touch. Let me do all the work this time.

"You really are a dirty bastard," Ichigo muttered, hands gripping hard on the sheets.

You too, King, and I fucking love it.

Ichigo didn't touch himself, but he couldn't help but work his hips, his stiff length rubbing against the bed beneath him. He panted soft, groaning when he felt the phantom finger slide inside his entrance. The digit pressed just right where it needed to. Hichigo knew his body perfectly, because they were one and the same. He knew the hollow could feel him just as intensely. Fuck, it was too much.

"Ahn." Ichigo rolled over on his back, eyes on his cock that was bobbing and leaking at the tip. It was so erotic, even more so than the last time. He kept his hands away from his cock, but he slid them over his chest and over his stomach and back up again. His hard nipples stood erect. He took them between thumbs and fingers and twisted them just enough to sting, sending more jolts of pleasure to his pulsing cock.

King. Hichigo hissed, then groaned and chuckled. Tell me how this feels. Then there was silence again.

Ichigo waited, legs open, hips pumping comically at thin air, but he didn't care how it looked. The sensation of warmth surrounded the tip of his cock and he gasped, eyes wide. It felt like he was getting sucked off, but that was impossible.

Well, we are flexible, King.

"Holy fuck," Ichigo whimpered, hands going back to grasp at the headboard, hips working faster. The invisible mouth went lower over his head and down his shaft.

If I had known about this connection, I would have been playing with you years ago, King. A soft muffled groan.

It was strange, the things you can say and do while in the depths of pleasure. Ichigo kept muttering, urging Hichigo to do more, to take him in the way he was able. His legs shook, his breath hitching and deep. He gripped the headboard tighter to stop the urge to touch back. Hichigo wanted to do it all. He would let him. He let out a gasping laugh. All the times Hichigo had tried to take him over in battle came back to him. He always fought against that, never wanted it, but this, he wanted more.

Want you so bad, King.

"Ha..." I heard that again. Don't deny you said it this time.

Not denying anything. Yeah, I want you. The mouth worked up and down with more vigor.

Ichigo groaned, balls tight under his cock. Drops of pre-cum spilled and slid down the swelled length. Grimmjow entered his thoughts. This wasn't cheating, was it? Maybe he already was cheating with Aizen. Grimmjow had no idea he loved the man that had caused all their problems.

Don't bring the mood down with that shit, Ichigo! You love Grimmjow more, no matter what you might think. I am part of you in every way, and I can read your emotions like a fucking book. Fuck Aizen! You know what you'll have to do one of these days, and it's coming soon!

Ichigo hissed when he felt another finger slip roughly into his ass, the digits slamming and rolling against his prostate. Hichigo's emotions were reaching him as well, the flare like a coming storm. The growing pleasure was making him shake helplessly on the bed, the sweat making the sheet cling to his backside.

Grimmjow will be cool with me, Ichigo. I'm part of you. Fuck, I practically am you. Aizen can't fucking claim anything like that, can he?!

"Mn!"

That possessive prick would get pissed if he even knew you were playing with your own hollow. Grimmjow wouldn't. That's just scratching the surface on the difference between them!

Aizen's reiatsu was nearing.

Hichigo,..he's coming.

And so are we. A breathless chuckle. Wrap those fingers around your cock and let him see you cum. And you can have your own little dirty secret that it's me that did it.

"Ahhh!" Ichigo grabbed his cock, the slick feel of his pre-cum coating his palm as he started to stroke. Aizen stepped inside the door, his eyes fastening on his lover. He pushed the door shut and kept watching, the look in his eyes already predatory with lust, his lips curved in a pleased smirk.

"I've been wanting you all day, lover. What a delicious scene to walk in on. Do it. Let me see you climax."

That's right, King. Let the fucker see. Harsh gasping.

"Ah...fuck!" Ichigo jerked, the hot spurt shooting through his tip and over his pumping hand. Hichigo yelled with him, their climaxes as one.

"Beautiful," Aizen whispered. "So incredibly beautiful."

Hear that, King. We are beautiful when we're shooting a load.

Ichigo smirked, looking from the mess on his hand to Aizen who was walking over to join him on the bed, the look in his eyes pure lust. Ichigo licked the spent seed from his hand, enjoying the fact that it made Aizen groan.

Don't go, Hichigo. Stay in my mind.

I'll never leave.

Those words were more than comforting. They gave him strength.

AN: Hey all. Blah, I am so bad at writing fighting scenes, so if that sucked, I am so sorry. Also I had to do research for the kido, hope I got them right. And I also had to look up what Gantenbainne's release was like. It's been so long since I watched those particular episodes. Pain in the ass, I say. lol. I dread what I may have to write later in this story as far as battles and fighting goes. Anyway, hope you all like. Until next update!
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