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Breaking the Ice	By : Tsun-chan Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1925 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Breaking the Ice

Part Two

Turquoise eyes slowly opened, before quickly closing again. Moaning, the white haired boy rolled over and nuzzled deeply into the pillow beneath his head. As his mind was finally waking up, he quickly remembered that he was not in the comfort and safety of his captain's quarters. Bolting upright, his eyes scanned the chamber he was imprisoned in. Sitting in the chair by the table was the former third squad captain, Gin Ichimaru. Smiling creepily, as he always did, the former captain spoke.
"Vicious on the battlefield, cute and cuddly when sleeping."
Blushing madly, Hitsugaya leaped from the bed and roughly grabbed the silver haired man's collar. "Even without my zanpakutou I can easily castrate you!" Releasing his hold on him, he noticed that there was a tray with empty bowls sitting on the table. Fixing his gaze on the bizarre sky out the barred window, he spoke softly. "Thanks for watching over me."
One ice blue eye popped open at this. "How could I just sit there and watch you suffer?" Ichimaru mumbled back as a light blush crossed his face.
Hitsugaya's eyes quickly scanned the room looking for anything that could help change the subject. It was then that he noticed something was no longer missing. "I'm relieved to no longer be naked," he sighed out. This just caused the creepy smirk to once again cross the silver haired man's face. Ignoring it, the tenth squad captain continued, a more serious look on his face. "Why was I brought here? What could Aizen possibly want with me?"
"Because you're cute and cuddly while sleeping."
Turquoise eyes pinned him down with a harsh glare. "No jokes, I want the truth."
Ichimaru frowned. "I'd rather not say."
"We can do this the hard way if you'd prefer," the smaller boy began cracking his knuckles.
Sighing, he looked away. "Aizen intends to… break you…"
"Humph," he grunted. "I doubt he'll be able to." He paused. "I've got a lot of self-discipline. Not to mention I don't hold any valuable information, so it's rather useless of him to try."
"It's not for information."
"Then what is it for?"
Ichimaru stood and headed over toward the door where he merely knocked once. As it slid open he looked back at the white haired shinigami. "Pleasure," he merely stated before exiting.
Hitsugaya raised an eyebrow, completely confused by what the former captain meant by that. He would find out soon enough just what Aizen was after, whether he wanted to or not.

"Ichigo!" Rukia called out to him as she finally found him on his way home from school.
"Rukia?" a rather surprised orange haired teen called back. "What's up?" he asked as he stopped and allowed the much shorter girl time to catch up.
"Aizen," she panted. "He's made his first move."
Growling, Ichigo's fist tightened around his bag's handle. "What did he do?"
"Not here," she quickly responded. "The others are waiting for us to return."
"Others?" he raised an eyebrow.
The raven haired shinigami merely grabbed his wrist and began running at top speed toward his home. Once they arrived, she jumped up through his bedroom window and allowed Ichigo to go through his front door. Quickly kicking off his shoes at the entrance, he quickly walked down the hall and up the stairs to his bedroom. Upon entering his room, Ichigo was highly annoyed to see so many shinigami stuffed into his tiny room. Tossing his school bag aside, he maneuvered through the group to sit on his bed.
Crossing his legs, he snapped, "Why are all of you here in my room?"
"We need a base to plan our counter strategy peacefully," Yumichika responded.
Sighing, Ichigo turned toward Rukia. "What did Aizen do?"
"He took Taichou," Matsumoto, who was sitting in the corner, sadly answered.
"Toushirou?" he questioned.
Ikkaku nodded. "It happened about three days ago. Shortly after midnight, according to Kurotsuchi-taichou."
"All that was left behind was his captain's haori and his zanpakutou," Renji added while leaning against the closet door.
The substitute shinigami cupped his chin thinking. "How can you form a counter strategy to get him back if you don't even know where he is?"
"Our intelligence reports that Aizen's base is most likely in Hueco Mundo. As for specifics, we'd have to find that out on our own I'm afraid." Rukia frowned. "However," she continued, "We have been ordered to merely watch over and protect Karakura town from a potential invasion. If Aizen is to strike, we believe this town will be his target."
"Any idea as to why?" Ichigo asked.
"Unfortunately, that is all Soul Society knows at this time," she replied.

Folding his arms behind his head, Hitsugaya flopped down on the bed and merely stared at the ceiling. 'What did he mean by pleasure?' he wondered. The former third squad was always mysterious. The only one who seemed to really understand him was Matsumoto. Hopefully, his vice-captain was doing well enough without his presence to guide her.
"Knowing her, she's either moping about or shirking her duties," he sighed before rolling over to stare at the wall.
A frown appeared on the young shinigami's face. Just what could Aizen be after? He hoped that Soul Society had at least found Aizen's base thanks to his carelessness. He wasn't naïve enough to believe that there would be a group sent purely to rescue him. No, the captain-commander didn't think like that. Sure Hitsugaya was a valuable captain, but he could not risk losing any men. If it meant losing a captain to ensure that an entire division would be spared, so be it.
The captain decided he would just sleep. After all there wasn't much else for him to do. Slowly his eyes slid closed and just as he was succumbing to the surrounding darkness, he was snapped back to consciousness as he heard the door slide open. Startled, the white haired boy jolted upright and turned quickly to see who had entered his "cell". Turquoise eyes widened considerably as they fell upon a brunette shinigami.
"Aizen!" he growled, a dark glare on his face.
A smirk appeared on the former captain's face as he slowly walked toward the much shorter boy. "Toushirou," he cooed. "Or would you prefer I call you Shirou-chan?"
"It's Hitsugaya-taichou to you!" he snapped while taking on a defensive stance.
Aizen stopped his approach and merely smiled. "Do you honestly think you can stop me?"
"I may not have my zanpakutou, but that doesn't mean I can't at least defend myself!" Thrusting his left palm forward he shouted, "Hadou no nanajuusan; souren soukatsui!"
Frowning slightly, Aizen countered. "Bakudou no sanjuukyuu; enkousen."
The kido shield effectively blocked Hitsugaya's attack. Not wasting any more time, the brunette charged in the moment the attack dissipated. Hand outstretched, he successfully grabbed the boy's arms and pinned them above his head against the wall. His smirk returned the moment the white haired shinigami began struggling.
"What is it you want from me!" he shouted, continuing to struggle. "I'm of no use to you!"
"You have plenty to offer me," Aizen replied, lowering his head to stare deeply into turquoise eyes. "For example," he said as his left hand slowly travelled down the boy's body, only to stop at his backside. He squeezed the supply flesh for emphasis.
"Don't!" Panic overtook Hitsugaya's normally calm demeanor. This was not what he had expected. The worst he predicted was being brainwashed.
"I've always admired your beauty, Shirou-chan," the brunette cooed seductively.
With that, he closed the distance between their mouths and forcefully invaded his mouth. Aizen quickly jerked back, a glare in place, as a small trickle of blood ran down the corner of his mouth. Wiping it, he punched the boy's cheek, successfully causing the young shinigami to lay on his stomach.
"I guess we're doing this the hard way," he growled, still angered that the boy bit him. Roughly ripping the clothes off Hitsugaya's backside, the brunette grabbed his pale hips and pulled them upward.
Still reeling from being punched, the white haired boy fought back tears as backside was exposed to his greatest enemy. He could hear fabric rustling behind him, and bit his bottom lip, knowing what would come next. Although he had mentally prepared for it, nothing could have physically prepared him for the sheer pain of being entered forcefully with no sort of lubrication whatsoever. Hitsugaya cried out from the burning sensation.
Aizen moaned in response to the loud cry. "Scream as much as you like. No one will help you."
Biting his lip once again, pale hands held onto the sheet for dear life as he was mercilessly thrust into again and again. As much as he tried, he could not keep the tears at bay, as they began to spill over.
"Please stop," he begged as he felt something wet run down his legs. No doubt that it was his blood.
The former captain moaned again. His thrusting became faster and more erratic. Hitsugaya could only assume that he was nearing his end. After a few moments, the brunette grabbed his hips painfully tight and thrust as deep as he could; moaning loudly as he did so. Still clenching the sheets beneath him, the young shinigami released his hold on his lip and merely stared on lifelessly.
Slowly pulling himself out, Aizen smirked at a job well done. He had obviously asserted his dominance over the boy; he just didn't think it would go so smoothly. Letting go of the white haired boy's hips, he watched as they limply fell to the side. Hitsugaya lay on the bed, in a near fetal position; his backside covered in blood and the brunette's seed slowly leaked out of his entrance.
"Can't wait to do this again," he said before exiting the room in the same way Ichimaru did.
It felt as though an eternity passed before he heard someone entering the room, his teary vision too blurry to make out who it was. He remained unmoving even as the person approached him on the bed. Suddenly, something wet and warm was pressed against his backside, and the boy instinctively flinched away from the sensation. A soothing hand gently touched his side, before the sensation returned once again.
"Shh," the person soothed. "Aizen put me through this same torture when I was young too."
"Ichi…maru?" Hitsugaya spoke slowly.
"Yes," he replied tenderly. "I'm just going to clean you up and then I'll leave."
Closing his eyes, the tenth squad captain attempted to sleep. The sensation of the wash cloth slowly faded from his mind as he succumbed to the sweet bliss on unconsciousness.
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