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Betrayal
By : Kazeshini
Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male
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Betrayal

Chapter Two; After Party

The remainder of the dinner went as
expected; dully. Aizen was never foolish enough to allow large quantities of
sake, so most returned to their castle wings to retire. However, a select few continued
the celebrations in their own way�

When the Primera Espada wandered
back into his room, he was greeted with a pleasant surprise.

�Hey there,� He said throwing his
zanpaktou on the closest couch, slowly making his way over to the king-sized
bed.

Laying seductively across it,
wearing only a black thong was Halibel, propping herself up on an elbow.

�Hey yourself,� She teased as he
reached the bed.

�This is a surprise.� His eyes raked
over her body, as he removed his gloves and placed them on
the bed-side table.�

��and just look at you�� He said as
she rolled onto her back with an alluring grin. He leant in to run a finger
down her body. His touch leaving a trail of goose bumps, as his coarse fingertips glided against her soft, warm skin.�

��just how I like you.� He said as
her body arched into his caress. ��wanton.�

He paused as his eyes met with hers,
lifting his hand from her body to rub the back of his neck.�I thought you said
we weren�t going to do this anymore?�

�If you�d prefer I leave�� She swung
her legs over the edge of the bed to sit up. Stark moved in front of her,
grabbing her shoulder with a soft growl.

�I didn�t say that.� He said as he
knocked her knees apart with his own to move between her legs. He slowly began
to untie his kimono. �I was just curious.�

�Well, I already had to break my
mask for the dinner� so I might as well enjoy dessert.�

Pushing his kimono open to kiss his
abs, she ghosted a hand over is clothed groin, and he hissed at the teasing
touches.

�Who am I to deny you that?� His
previously smug voice was slightly shaken by lust.

�He looked down at her sitting on the edge of the bed, the breath
from her nose tickling his stomach. ��But that doesn�t answer my question.�

Shifting back slightly so she could
meet his gaze while he stood over her. �I could answer your question��
She leant back in to pull at his belt, allowing her to run her wet tongue along
his lower stomach, ending the motion with a moist kiss below his hip. �Or I
could occupy my mouth in other ways��

It had been a long time since Stark
last had sex, not that he didn�t have opportunities with other arrancar, male
and female. But it was always too much hassle for Stark to keep a lover.
Halibel only came to him because he didn�t chase her, and he was the only
arrancar she knew wouldn�t inform the whole of Las Noches about their
encounters. Besides, Halibel only had one love, and she died a long time ago.
After the death of her lover, she swore that no arrancar would take her love�s
rank but her��

Halibel bit into his firm, muscled
stomach, his hands tightening on her shoulders. She ran her other hand up the
inside of his leg, again, only teasing his groin until she reached the belt of
his hakama, letting it fall to
the ground.

His hard cock swung
freely in front of her face and she smiled to herself, she had never really
liked the male body, but Stark really did have a beautiful cock.

Gently, she kissed
the tip and began to lick the already leaking cream. Stark moaned, his hands
moved to the back of her head. She knew him well enough to know he would snap
soon and force himself into her mouth.

�Arh ah, don�t be a
bad boy Stark�� She teased, speaking with her lips to his head so the vibration
flowed onto it.

�Mmh, Halibel come on
baby.� He almost whined, threading his fingers through blonde strands.

She smiled up at him
before plunging his full length into her mouth. Stark gasped and bucked into
the motion, causing Halibel to choke a little, this only made his actions worse
as the muscle in her throat spasmed around his cock. He thrust hard, gripping
her head. Halibel choked violently this time.�

�Oh, fuck that feels
good.�

The blonde�s hands
seized his hips to stop the motion, grateful for her strength. She pulled away
to catch her breath and glared up at his wild grin.

�Sorry baby.�

She stood slowly and
smiled softly back at him, so that he didn�t really see the hard swift slap
that caught his left cheek.

�Shit. That hurt!� He
said rubbing his cheek.

�Sorry baby.� She mocked.
He knew she hated it when he called her baby. It sounded like the title
an adolescent �Jock� would give to his ditsy girlfriend. The very notion made
her skin crawl. It also had connotations about their relationship that she
strongly discouraged.

Stark narrowed his
eyes at the beautiful woman before him. He loved her lips; they were so soft
and full. He knew she hated that Aizen would request she remove the upper
portion of her mask for formal occasions, but Stark was grateful because it
meant he could see those perfectly sculpted lips. Plus, he would never dare try
such a stunt while she had the upper portion attached. He shuddered internally
at the thought of the damage she could do with that jagged mask�

�Halibel leant in to kiss his reddened cheek,
and began placing small kisses further up his jaw until she reached his ear.
She lifted a hand to the other side of his face and slid it to the back of his
neck, pulling him down to her. Her tongue found his ear as he slipped his hands
around her waist, closing the gap between their bodies.�

�I want you inside
me��

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�Elsewhere the sixth Espada stalked in the general direction of his
section of the extensive palace. His mind was a hash of confusion. Was he
getting parranoid? The temperary loss of his arm and rank had affirmed his
mistrust in the shinigami lord of Las Noches but maybe he was looking
for things that weren�t there. None of the other espada seemed concerned with
the evening�s dinner. Though, he was seated the closest to the oppressor (as
Grimmjow thought of him), aside from his bitches�

Grimmjow scowled to himself, what
difference did his proximaty to the man matter in seeing his intentions, and
what was the feeling that had made him uncomfortable? He was getting
angry and he knew it must have been broadcast within his reiatsu because every
pathetic weakling in sight was fleeing.

Fuckin� cowards.��

Lost in his own thoughts, he didn�t notice the reiatsu
behind him until it was slamming him into the wall. He gave a small huff as the
air was knocked from his chest.

�Arh, what the fuck Nnoitra?�

The dark haired man pressed his body against him, leaning in
to breath in the scent from the blue haired man�s neck.

�Hey, kitty.�

Grimmjow struggled to push him away, but his hands were
smashed into the wall beside his head. He shook his body violently thrashing
against the taller man.�

�Ya crazy son-of-a-bitch, get the fuck off me!�

�Ya know I love it when ya play hard ta get.� He growled.

Grimmjow couldn�t help pausing for a moment, forgetting
himself when the words sent heat rushing through his body�

Coming to, he began fighting again.

�What�sa matta with my little pussy cat tonight?�

Grimmjow snapped. �Don�t call fuckin� me that!� He gave a
hard thrust against the man, forcing him back enough to get his right hand
loose. At the same moment, he swung, his fist connecting hard with Nnoitra�s
face. Nnoitra fell back a few steps, more out of confusion than the punch. He
bought a hand to his mouth when he tasted the metallic flavor of his own blood.

�What the- ya cut my fuckin lip!� He looked up to see
Grimmjow already walking down the corridor, his hands shoved in his pockets. Shock and anger covered Nnoitra�s expression as he watched the blue
haired man leave.

�Grimmjow!�

Grimmjow was too pissed off for Nnoitra�s bullshit tonight.
He didn�t like to think about anything they did together unless he really
needed to lose a load. Most of the time he wanted to blast the fuckers head
off, but shit, the guy could give an incredible blowjob.

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��

The next day Stark woke feeling well rested. A slight smile
tugged at the corner of his lips when the memories of the past night came
flooding back to him.

Moving inside her hot, wet body; her begging for him to take
her harder, stuttering his name. The memories shot straight to his groin,
reminding him of the main reason it bothered him she never stayed the night�

�Won�t you stay?� Stark spoke to her back as she dressed.

�No.�

�But, you make such a nice pillow.� He smiled though she
could not see it.

�I have duties in the morning, and so do you.� She stated
bluntly as she turned and walked to the door.

It was always like that with Halibel. The moment they were
finished she would act as if nothing had happened, and leave like a business
transaction had taken place. It didn�t really bother Stark as it might have
others; it made things easy, but it was a pain not having her there in the
morning to take care of the morning-after, the night-before, semi-lob-on.

He stretched as he sat up and felt the half dried remnants
of last night on his skin protest. Damn he was gonna have to take a bath� what
a pain�

�Oh, gross!� The small blonde fracci�n burst into his
room.

�It stinks like sex in here! Please tell me you
haven�t been sleepin� in a wet patch all day?!� Lynette recoiled at the idea
and held her nose.

�Well, no not really�� Stark said sleepily rubbing his eyes.
�A wet �patch� denotes a small area; this is kinda the whole bed��

�Ohh yuck! Go and have a bath, I need ta cero a bigger
window in ere, before I throw up!�

�Honestly Lynette, you�re so dramatic.� Stark headed toward
his en-suite bathroom as the small arrancar rushed about the room opening
doors, playing up the actions as much as possible.

Stark did feel better after a wash and relaxing in
the warm bath. He sighed and allowed his mind to wander, remembering all that
had changed in his life-after-death, specifically after Aizen�s arrival. The
Shinigami had improved his lifestyle, that�s for sure, and his power had
definitely increased� but sometimes he wondered, at what cost? Most days he
could have taken or left the whole over-throwing of Soul Society. Sometimes he
couldn�t help noticing that Shinigami controlled Hueco Mundo more now than
ever. What was the difference? Besides that, they were still dead. It all
seemed like a lot of trouble for not much change, not that he would ever admit
any of this.��

�

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In another section of the castle, a small figure sat in the
corner of a dark room rocking slightly back and forth with her knees drawn
firmly to her chest. She had almost become accustom to the pain now. How long
had it been? In this room, it was difficult to say� Now, all she needed to do
was interpret the memories, decipher the piercing screeches that clawed through
her brain with every attempt to connect, to see. Aizen had promised her, he
promised the pain would go away, he promised� she reminded herself as she again
shakily reached her hand down to the zanpaktou on the marble floor beside her�

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Hey guys! Thank you to Errihu for
the review, and you know what they say� ask and thou shall receive :D� I know these smexs are a bit teasing but I
promise there is real stuff coming :D So, what do ya think? Is it any good? I�m
not easily offended, and I�d love some constructive feedback. Cheers, Kazes.
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