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The Pet	By : Dudette Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5559 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Pet: Chapter 2
Chapter warnings: NC17, noncon

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�Nii-sama!� Rukia exclaimed, sounding both relieved and alarmed as he was shown into the room she was sharing with the ruuyoka girl, Inoue Orihime.

He nodded stiffly as response, even such a minor movement caused a twinge of pain to run down his neck and make his tired body ache. Rukia showed him to the dining area where some pillows was laid out around a low table, and they sat down to converse.

He didn�t speak much, and he was glad that Rukia was unable to see through his usual quite. While his younger sister talked, and the human woman sometimes joined in, he let his eyes wander over them � discreetly looking for signs of that Aizen wouldn�t have kept his promise. The promise he had made shortly after their imprisonment.

/�I have a proposition for you, Kuchiki-taichou,� the traitor had said, as he was lounging in his chair with a cup of wine. His eyes were fixed on Byakuya�s, and neither was willing to be the one to look away first. Byakuya�s only response had been a gracefully lifted eyebrow.

A small smile had touched Aizen�s lips.

�My arrancar, though they have taken the form of shinigami, are as you�re well aware of, still hollows. As such their strong point do not tend to be restraint. Unless I command them otherwise of course. They are in many ways no better, or worse than any other beast-controlled by their instincts and needs and..�

�Speak of this proposition of yours, traitor, or leave me be. I grow weary of the sound of your voice,� Byakuya had interrupted, and fought down the urge to rub his temples to try and still the headache that was growing there.

�Very well,� Aizen had smiled and stood up from his seat. �I like that about you, Byakuya-kun, you�re always straight to the point. It makes it an interesting challenge to have a conversation with you.�

Byakuya had not winced as the traitor had moved to stand behind him, but he couldn�t keep his body to tense up when Aizen kneeled down behind him-so close that he could feel the heat of his body though they didn�t touch.

�Your sweet sister, and Orihime-san, is both abmiable young women. You have seen the way in which my arrancar looks at them have you not?� He didn�t wait for a reply he knew he�d never get. �The only reason they haven�t acted upon their instincts yet, is because I have ordered them not to. Do you know why that is?�

The last words were whispered into his ear, and he hated the way the warm breath felt against his skin.

When he didn�t answer, Aizen grabbed a violent hold of his hair and pulled his head back roughly.

�Answer the question, Byakuya-kun,� he hissed in his ear.

Byakuya�s hands had closed into fists in his lap.

�No.�

�No, what?�

�I do not know your reasoning behind giving such an order,� he ground out, careful to keep his voice low and steady.

He had been rather certain he had felt Aizen smirk against his ear.

�My reasoning is simple, Byakuya-kun, though some might call it despicable. I have no interest in your sister or her little friend, but you� you�ve always interested me,� the traitors hand had snaked around his waist, and had slipped inside Byakuya�s dirty shinigami jacket to caress his chest and stomach. The Kuchiki heir�s eyes had widened as the implications of Aizen�s words had sunk in. �I could take you now, without much effort. You know that.� Aizen had said, obviously referring to the fact that Senbonsakura had been removed from his side. �But it�d be painful, and probably not very pleasant for either of us. At any rate I hate the idea of having a partner who�d be adverse to participate in the act. And that�s where my proposition comes in: If you submit to me, obey my command, and do what you�re asked to please me, your sister and her friend remain untouched- if however you refuse��

Byakuya had recognised that approach of course. By giving him a choice, which in reality was no choice at all, Aizen was hoping to not only to make him submit his body but also his will. He was making him aid in his own rape.

And he had nodded his consent./

��nii-sama��

Byakuya blinked slowly, looking up from where his gaze had been fixed on the table in front of him. Rukia was giving him a concerned look.

�Are you alright, nii-sama?� she asked as he met her gaze.

�Yes, Rukia,� he replied slowly, looking around as if searching for the human girl.

�I asked Inoue to go ask Grimmjow to bring us something to eat,� his sister said, never taking her gaze off him. �I wished to speak to you alone, nii-sama.�

He nodded, as if telling her to continue, although he was rather certain what she was about to say. He waited for a few moments, letting her form whatever questions she wished to ask.

�You�ve been beaten,� she said slowly, eyeing the bruise that still marred his brow.

�Yes.�

�Badly?�

�To some extent.�

She was frowning, looking at him with piercing eyes as if she tried to break his skull open and read his mind, but unless he willingly gave her the information she thought she needed she�d never get it. Of course he�d never tell.

She was chewing on her lower lip in frustration, and he recalled that Hisana would do the same. Must be a family trait. How odd that he had never noticed it before. Of course he had gone to great length to avoid his sister after adopting her, and even on those occasions when he was unable to avoid her all together, he�d still avoid looking at her too closely. Her face; for a long time it had been a bitter reminder of her older sister. With some surprise he realised that that bitterness no longer assaulted him when he now looked upon her, and he couldn�t help but wonder when it had stopped.

�You look tired,� she tried again, obviously hoping that he�d volunteer some information. He wouldn�t.

He didn�t answer, merely looked up to the barred window. The sun was setting, he could tell by the almost orange light. He dreaded the night to come. It had been two days since his last encounter with Aizen, and those arrancars he had sent to teach him a lesson, and he feared that his respite had come to an end.

Rukia seemed inclined to continue her interrogation, but in the same instant the ruuyoka girl came into the room, closely followed by a sour looking arrancar with blue hair. He was carrying a large tray in his hands, but the look on his face and the stiff line of his shoulders clearly said that he did not appreciate being treated as a servant.

When the food was being served it was all he could do not to lunge at it and stuff his mouth full. He hadn�t been eating since sometime before the incident two days ago. He suspected it was another part of his punishment for talking back to the traitor.

Despite his hunger he ate slowly of the offered food, and made sure that there were no signs of his hunger for Rukia�s watchful eyes to pick up on. Not long after they had finished their meal the blue haired arrancar returned.

�Hey, Aizen wants to see ya,� he said rudely at Byakuya�s back, but the Kuchiki heir couldn�t help to feel some relief at the fact that this arrancar didn�t refer to him as �pet� in front of his sister.

Byakuya sighed inwardly.

He had known his respite was over.

Without any visible signs of effort he stood up from his seat.

�I shall see you at a later time, Rukia,� he said.

Rukia was already on her feet, a tense look on her face. �Yes, nii-sama.�

He could feel her eyes on his back when he exited the room.

He wasn�t lead to the throne room where the traitor played king and god on top of his seat of stone, but instead the blue haired arrancar showed him through several winding corridors until they reached an area he was familiar with. Without a word the arrancar opened the door and practically shoved him inside the room and closed the door with a bang.

Aizen wasn�t there, Byakuya noted with surprise that didn�t show on his face, but he wasn�t a cretin and he knew that the other man would soon make his appearance. While he waited he stood perfectly still in the middle of the quite uxorious room where Aizen slept. He folded his hands in the wide sleeves of his shirt and tilted his head, pricking his ears to foresee the traitor�s arrival.

Not long after he heard approaching feet, and sure enough the door opened mere moments later.

�Ah, you�re already here, Byakuya-kun,� Aizen said, walking into the room to stand in front of him. �Did you have a good time with your sister? I am sorry if Grimmjow dragged you away too early, I did let him know to let you finish your rendez-vous first.�

Byakuya kept his tongue, and kept his gaze locked on the wall.

From the corner of his eye he noted that Aizen smiled.

�I have a task for you,� the traitor said, and Byakuya clenched his hands into fists in his sleeves.

*

This was not what he had been expecting, Byakuya thought, and he wasn�t certain how he felt about it. He knew he hated it of course, but had a hard time to decide if this was better or worse than what he had been expecting to begin with.

With more force than necessary he threw the rough brush back in the bucket of water, making the water splash over the rim. He dragged it back out, and continued scrubbing the floor. Had he been anyone other than a proud Kuchiki he�d most likely been cussing.

At least he was alone, for the time being, since Aizen had left for �some business�. He was hoping said business would keep the traitor away for a long time, and make him too tired for any of the physical activities the vile man always craved from him.

Still, in some backward manner, being treated like some housemaid and doing chores much below his stature was worse than anything else the traitor had done to him so far.

�Mah, Byakuya-chan, this ain�t how ya usually spend yer days is it?�

Byakuya�s entire body went rigid, and the low chuckle coming from behind him witnessed that the other man had seen it too. He forced himself to relax, and sat back on his heels.

�Leave,� he said, refusing to look back at Gin.

There was a long moment of silence, but he knew that the other man had not left. He could feel his eyes on him.

�Ne, Byakuya-chan, do Aizen let ya talk like that?�

Byakuya clenched his jaws as he heard Gin walk further into the room, coming to stand just behind him.

�I heard last time ya did there was a punishment waiting for ya back at yer room. Aaniero was very happy about it.�

Byakuya�s eyes widened and a flash of shame washed though him like a hot wave. He quickly fought it down. Of course Gin would know. He wasn�t dumb enough to think that not each and every one of these arrancars and traitors knew what Aizen did to his �pet�. Or what he let others do for that matter. With tight lipped determination he raised his head, refusing to let the shame touch him in front of this man.

�And you wish for me to beg you not to tell your master of my indiscretion,� he replied flatly. He had no doubt Aizen would take great pleasure in �disciplining� him.

He heard Gin move, and nearly jumped when he felt the other�s hot breath against his ear.

�Actually, I came to offer my assistance in yer escape,� the former third division captain whispered in his ear.

*

�Kiss me.�

Slowly Byakuya set down the brush and stood up, his knees aching from the last couple of hours of work. He turned towards Aizen, and stepped up to the other man and brushed his lips against his.

He stepped back again and gave the traitor a steady glare.

Aizen took his hands in his, and looked down on them. �I see that you�ve been working hard, Byakuya-kun. Not used to domestic chores I take it?� he murmured, tracing his reddened fingers with his hands. Byakuya fought down the urge to snap his hands away from Aizen�s. Slowly the traitor raised Byakuya�s hands to his lips and kissed them softly.

The Kuchiki heir felt a pang of longing at that action, though not for Aizen but for his own lover back in Soul Society. He quickly pushed that thought away. He hadn�t let himself think of his lover since being brought here, and he didn�t wish to do so now either. It�d make things a lot more difficult.

�You look like you�ve seen a ghost,� the traitor said with mirth, and suddenly tugged at his hands hard so Byakuya stumbled forward. The taller man pulled him flush against his body, and grabbed Byakuya�s hair, and the next second hot lips settled against his. The sixth division�s captain clenched his fists to keep from fight against the other man.

The kiss was hard and full of passion, and Byakuya could feel the other�s arousal against his stomach. He felt sick when the other man�s tongue pushed against his closed lips, demanding entrance, and once the tongue entered his mouth he cringed inwardly at how slippery and vile it was. Like a worm.

Aizen�s grip tightened in his hair, pulling until it hurt, and he knew it was a silent demand for him to participate in the kiss. Without much hesitation he did as he was told, and felt the other man�s grip ease slightly, before his other hand came down to grip his leg and pulled it up roughly. Aizen rubbed his concealed cock against him, against his inner thigh and groin, making sure that Byakuya knew what was coming.

Grabbing his other leg, the former fifth devision�s captain hoisted him up against him.

�Wrap your legs around me,� the brunet growled, when Byakuya at first remained motionless. He did as he was told, and the tall man started walking, still nipping and licking at his neck. The Kuchiki heir couldn�t help but wonder why the man bothered. Did it still the man�s conscious when Byakuya played the role of a willing partner? Or was it something else? Was it just to play with his mind? Make it so that he would blame himself rather than the man raping him?

He didn�t move to catch himself when Aizen suddenly dropped him down on the bed. Looking up he saw the dark, hungry look in Aizen�s brown eyes, and he felt a shiver of dread run down his spine.

�Undress.�

With steady hands Byakuya reached up and pushed back his shirt from his shoulders, sliding it apart and off.

�Caress yourself. Touch your nipples,� Aizen�s voice was low and husky.

Sighing inwardly Byakuya did as he was told, thinking that this was starting to resemble the erotic escapades of the cheap characters in some old romance novel. He faintly recalled reading one he had fond in his mother�s chambers as a child.

Just as the characters in that book Aizen seemed to be finding pleasure in watching as he slid his hands down his chest and played with his nipples, and as he watched the former captain slid a hand down and began to stroke himself.

How pathetic.

The next second he found himself pinned to the bed, a strong hand clutching his throat and pushing him down against the mattress.

He gasped for air, and instinctually clawed at the hand pressing against his windpipe.

�Crack!�

Black spots exploded before his eyes. Suddenly he could breath again, and he rolled over on his side, coughing. A bit disoriented he reached up with one hand and touched his mouth, finding blood there.

Had that bastard just punched him?

Suddenly ha felt hands on his hips, and gasped again when he was flipped over on his stomach.

�Your famous poker face isn�t as flawless as you believe, Byakuya-kun,� Aizen hissed in his ear, and the Kuchiki groaned when something � probably a knee - pushed hard against his back, again making it difficult to breathe. �I�ve spent a lot of time in your presence, and I know the signs. I know what you�re thinking.�

The knee at his back was pressing down harder, forcing the air out of his lungs and even as he gasped loudly for breath he couldn�t get any air into his lungs. His vision was starting to go blurry, and the black spots were back� he felt light headed and dizzy� and then it all went black.

He must have passed out for a moment he realised when he next opened his eyes, but he didn�t have the time to further contemplate the matter as he felt hands running up his thighs, and firmly grip his cheeks, spreading them. When had he been stripped naked?

The next second he felt the other man pushing into him, and he bit back a cry, his hands fisting the sheets.

�Awake again?� the brunet murmured close to his ear, and grabbed his hips, pulling him up on his knees. �You should be grateful; I even took the time to prepare you.�

The man wasn�t lying, but Byakuya felt nothing close to gratefulness for the false consideration. He longed for the pain. With this man he didn�t want to feel anything but pain.

Slowly the traitor began to move within him, and the Kuchiki heir bit his lower lip when he felt him brush against his prostate.

His fists pulled at the sheets even harder, something he knew Aizen noticed when the man gave off a low rumbling laugh and slid a hand down touch Byakuya�s unwillingly stiffening cock.

He stopped himself from demanding the other man to stop, knowing that it�d just make the other enjoy it even more. He hated this. He didn�t want this. His lover�s face flashed in front of his eyes, and he pushed it aside, along with the shame.

Aizen pulled roughly at his hips, thrusting harder into him, every now and then hitting his prostate and sending bolts of nearly painful pleasure through his body.

Byakuya closed his eyes, trying to will it all away, but in the same instant the other snaked an arm around his chest and pulled him upright, until he was sitting in the other man�s lap. The other man groaned in his ear, rolling his hips a little.

�Don�t try to drift off, Byakuya-kun,� he said huskily. �It kills the fun.�

Aizen�s hand slid down Byakuya�s chest, pinching his nipples lightly before running over his flat stomach and wrapping around his length.

A shiver ran down his spine, and he drew in a sharp breath as the other man began to move his hand up and down.

�Hmm� nice�� he heard Aizen murmur. �Moan for me��

This was what he hated the most. That the other man made him moan and cry out for him when he didn�t want to. Even as a willing partner he had never been a particularly vocal lover.

Aizen bit down hard on his earlobe.

�Moan.�

And he did. Both in pain and pleasure, but it was the lather which made him want to gag.

�Again.�

And he did it again, gasping when the other man pulled him up and thrust into him forcefully- hitting his prostate dead on, making Byakuya fall forward and land on his hands. Aizen took full advantage of the position, once more grabbing his hips as he started pounding into him, pulling him back roughly to make him meet his thrusts.

�Touch yourself,� Aizen ordered. With a shaking hand he did as he was ordered, biting his lip again to not cry out as he came.

Aizen continued to slam into him, pushing his head down against the mattress, until he too came. Once the older man�s grip lessened on him Byakuya fell down on the bed, feeling numb and exhausted, both physically and mentally. He couldn�t move either, since Aizen�s heavy body was still lying on top of him.

As he laid there on the bed, feeling the traitors seed run down his leg, he considered Gin�s words earlier: ��I came to offer my assistance in yer escape�� His former colleague hadn�t elaborated his statement, but had instead just stood up and left. Was he playing with him? Or was he really willing to help? His mind was telling him that there was no way the former third division captain would do such a thing� yet there was� if he was to be honest with himself there was a sliver of hope in his heart.

How pathetic.

Hope was for fools.
Author�s notes: hmmmm� slowly the plot slither into the story :P
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