Alternate Ending | By : picabone99 Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4112 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Warnings: YAOI, MPREG, anal, fingering, rimming, etc. Don't like, please don't read. NO Non-con, Possible Dub-con (I feel that if it is in your nature to enter into a "heat", then it isn't really dub-con. It is something that happens naturally. But I respect that some might not take that aproach to it and equate it to being under the influence of something.)Aizen finally collasped an hour after Yoruchi had injected Urahara's concoction into him and as soon as he collapsed, his body was swarmed by the Kido corps, led by Tessai. They had his body wrapped and contained in so many various kidos that no trace of Sosuke could be seen peeking out and they quickly hauled his bound body back to the Seireitei so that he could be properly, and permantly, contained. As soon as they left, those who had still been able to fight against the traitor finally allowed themselves the chance to rest, catch their breaths, and acces their injuries.
Feeling something blocking the warmth of the sun that had just been hitting his body where it lay on one of the few undamaged buildings in the area, Urahara grudgingly peeled open an eye to note what happened. He was greeted by the sight of his old friend Isshin standing there looking down at him before the ex-Taicho dropped unceremoniously to the roof beside Urahara. Feeling a bit of motivation, Urahara decided to speak up. "Thanks for taking that hit for me." "Not a problem. It's the least I could do after how much help you've been to me over the years. I can't believe we held out as well as we did against Kyoka Suigetsu. I've got to say that I was expecting a blood bath when I got here and I was shocked that most of the other Taichos were at least able to assist against the bastard once he finally showed up to fight." Urahara let a small, self-satisfied smile show. "Well, I can't take any credit for the luck the other's had in their battles, but I can claim to have had a small part to play in why Aizen's zanpakuto wasn't working quite right. Years ago, I had originally been thinking of a way to take out Aizen's zanpakuto, but then I came to the conclusion that it wasn't the zanpakuto that was the problem, it was the person wielding the blade, so I began working towards something that would mess up the person. I was extremely grateful that I had when it came to light just exactly what Kyoka Suigetsu did. If I had continued working towards blocking a water-type zanpakuto we would have lost today." "So what did you do to the bastard?" Urahara forced his head to roll to the side so that he could make eye contact with an exhausted, and curious looking, Isshin. "I developed a formula that, when injected into the subject, caused the subject to burn though his or her rieryoku five times as fast as it could be replenished. It has the added benefit, or side effect if you want, of tampering with the control someone has over his or her zanpakuto. With the help Shinji and all the Visords gave me, we decided that it was a bit like trying to operate heavy equipement while extremely drunk. Really hard to do, but possible." "Damn," Isshin breathed out. "And it still took about an hour for the bastard to burn through his reiryoku and collapse." The two men didn't say anything further to one another and just enjoyed the rest that they were now able to take, both falling into a bit of a doze as they soaked up the warmth of the sun and ignoring the multiple injuries that had been inflicted on their bodies. Each man knew that the injuries they had, while painful, were nowhere near life threatening and would have to wait to be treated until after the more severe wounds were dealt with. Isshin knew that he could have been of assistance to those treating the wounded, but he had spent so much energy in the battle that he would quickly become a liability if he expended any more energy today and so he just rested near his friend. The noise of approaching footsteps roused Isshin and Urahara out of their respective light dozes, causing the two men to look to the side where they could hear the new person coming from. What met their gaze was a weary, yet pleased looking, Yoruichi. When she saw that she had their attention, she gestured for the both of them to stand up and join her. "I'm glad I found you guys. I've been looking for someone to help me and everyone else I've run into has just been too injured." "What can we do to help you?" "Old man Yamamoto only had three parts to his plan. We got the first two accomplished by protecting Karakura and taking out Aizen. We need to see if the last third of the plan is still in the works." Isshin began moving slowly after Yoruichi as she began to leave the roof, Urahara following right behind him. "So," Isshin began. "What's the last part of the plan? And why did you need help to make sure it's still on track?" "Yamamoto-So-Taicho wanted to make sure that Hueco Mundo didn't destabilize and cause us more problems for who-knows-how-long so he decided that the Seireitei needed to step in and ensure that our new "cousins", the Arrancar that Aizen created, had a stable form of leadership. He worked with the intelligence that Mayuri's Division had supplied him with and selected certain Espada that seemed to have the most honor and had joined with Aizen to honestly try and better themselves and the other Hollows. The ones he choose were battled and defeated, but not killed. During this last battle, Yamamoto was finally able to pinpoint the best bet the Hollows had for a leader. We need to find him. His name, I was told, is Coyote Starrk." The small group had been moving the whole while Yoruichi had been talking and was finally on the rubble strewn ground. "So...what does he look like?" "No idea. I got to the party late because the serum has to be made within the hour it's going to be used. Kisuke got it going and came here. I stayed behind to watch it until I could bring it here and use it." Isshin stopped in his tracts and cocked a raised eyebrow Yoruichi. "Well then, how are we going to find this guy?" Isshin was fascinated. If he didn't know better, he would swear that Yoruichi looked uncomfortable and was actually fidgetting as she made her way foward over the piles of rubble. "Um...that actually ties back into the last part of Yamamoto's plan. The Soul Society may need Hueco Mundo as our balance, but Yamamoto-So-Taicho wanted to make sure that the leadership was tied closely to someone we could all trust. So we are looking for one of the Visoreds. The old man had Mayuri run tests on all their blood: finding out who was the most powerful, if they were an Alpha and could sire cubs or were a Beta and be impregnated, figuring out a way to induce a Beta into a heat or an Alpha into a rut so that the chosen leader could mate with them as soon as the serum went into effect. Yamamoto wanted the best pairing to lead the Hollows that he could come up with and wanted to make sure that, whatever sex the best leader was, he had someone to pair them up with. It turned out that Shinji was the most powerful Alpha, but he wasn't needed since Starrk was also an Alpha. So we are looking for the Beta." "Okay. That's actually making sense, in a scary sort of way," Isshin nodded approvingly. "So...who's the lucky Beta that's now mated to the new leader of Los Noches? That's who we're looking for after all." Yoruichi flinched slightly as she dredged up the last of her reserves. Maybe it wasn't so lucky running into Isshin as a helper after all, but she took her courage in both hands, said, "Ichigo," and flash-stepped off like her life depended on it. "WHAT!" XXXXXXXXX Starrk did two things upon his return to consciousness. The first was to send out a miniscule trickle of reiatsu into the area surrounding him. The second was to tighten his arms. The information relayed to him by his reiatsu was promising. It seemed that he, and the delectable Beta that was still in his embrace, had been removed from the field of battle and were currently in a small room, laying on a pallet and unguarded. From what he could feel of his body, Starrk could also tell that he at least, had had some form of field treatment for his injuries. Deciding that it was safe at the moment, Starrk cautiously opened his eyes. Starrk felt his whole body relax at the sight that greeted him. He and his little Beta were in a clean, well-lit room. There was a small window to his left and a door in the wall on his right. Lifting his head up and glancing around further, Starrk was able to see that a small table hosting a vase of flowers was placed against the wall nearest his feet. That small table and vase was the confirmation for Starrk that he and Ichigo were safe. NO one would decorate a prisoner's room. Giving Ichigo another squeeze, Starrk released the other male and carefully manoevered himself until he was clear of the pallet. Rising unsteadily to his feet, Starrk wasn't all that surprised to see that Los Lobos had been taken from him and was nowhere in sight. Glancing down at his Beta, Starrk could see that his mate's zanpakuto had also been removed. Moving over towards the door, Starrk gave it a close examination. It was locked, but that was it. There wasn't anything else sealing the door other than the most basic of locking mechanisms. Starrk felt himself relax completely as the last bit of tension left his body. Wherever they were and whoever had them, wanted them for something other than torturing and death. Deciding that everything else could wait until he met his current hosts, Starrk turned his attention back to the lithe male gracing the pallet. Moving back over to him, Starrk, now that he wasn't giving all of his attention to the room and trying to figure out what intentions their "hosts" had for them, was once again overwhelmed by the scent of a Beta in heat. Kneeling down by the edge of the pallet, Starrk reached out a hand and gently turned Ichigo over until he was flat on his back with his neck angled to show off the claiming mark Starrk had placed on him earlier. Starrk concentrated until he had a small charge of reiatsu pulsing at the end of one finger, then gently touched that finger to his mate's neck, sending the pulse of rieatsu into the mark. Immediately, the scent the Beta was giving off increased exponentially as the smaller male jolted awake and began to writhe on the pallet, thrusting his hips into the air and fisting the material under his hands. As he moved, Ichigo was vocalizing barely audible whines that went right to Starrk's groin and, along with the movements and scent, caused Starrk to harden to a painfull degree. Making eye contact, Starrk wasn't surprised to see that Ichigo's eyes were a swirling mass of glowing black and red reiatsu under heavy lids. Unable to hold off any longer, Starrk ripped off the remains of his clothing and covered Ichigo's clothed body with his naked one as he dove in and captured the full lips of his mate with his own. Starrk attacked the lips like he was a man starving to death and the lips were a life giving feast. Nipping at the bottom lip, Starrk was rewarded by a gasp and immediately thrust his tongue into the hot cavern to map it out. While he was trying to devour Ichigo's mouth, Starrk's hands were busy mapping out the lithe body writhing beneath him. Starrk released Ichigo's lips with a frustated growl as his hands kept getting tangled up in the fabric encasing the Beta. Sitting up until he was stradling Ichigo's hips, Starrk eyed the shiahakusho with extreme disfavor for just a moment before reaching out and tearing the top off, followed quickly by Starrk ripping off the wrappings on Ichigo's torso. Starrk slid down Ichigo's legs and out of the way as he contiued stripping his mate of any and all fabrics. Once that was done Starrk rested on his heels near the foot of the pallet and took in the glorious sight that was his mate. The smaller male was beautifully built: all long limbed and lean muscles with youthful features. His hair was the color of flames and was currently fanned out around his face. Starrk was especially captivated by the visual proof of the Beta's arousal as it bobbed and swayed everytime Ichigo moved, drooling copious amounts of precum across the Beta's well-toned abdomin. Unable to hold himself back any longer, Starrk released a strangled grunt as he bent down and encased the Beta's dancing piece of flesh with his mouth. Starrk hummed around the fleshy mouthful in appreciation of the taste that hit him. Keeping his mouth firmly attached to his prize and one hand on Ichigo's hip to keep the smaller male from bucking up to hard, Starrk manoevered himself until he was settled between the long legs of his mate. Once he was in place, Starrk then used his free hand to gently fondle his mate's full, heavy sacs while, at the same time, giving an especially hard suck to his mouthful. Feeling his little mate's body tense up, Starrk quickly pulled off of his treat with a lewd sucking noise. Starrk was gratified by the whine of dissapointment that immediately assaulted his ears. Starrk slid the hand that had been pining Ichigo down along the leg it was nearest to until he reached an ankle, at which point Starrk then lifted the leg by said ankle until the leg was firmly over Starrk's shoulder and drapped down his back. Starrk grabbed a harsh breath at the sight of his mate's most sacred place winking at him as it was fully exposed to his extremely interested gaze. Trailing the hand that had been playing with his Beta's sacs downwards until a single finger was lazily encircling the delicate pink pucker, Starrk held his breath as he gently pushed his finger past the muscular ring that was guarding the entrance to Starrk's personal Nirvana. Starrk let out a harsh groan as it felt like his finger was practically sucked into the depths of his mate. Pulling it out a bit, Starrk was pleased to note that the little one was producing sufficient natural lubrication to make the mating much more enjoyable. Starrk knew that some Beta's failed to produce enough natural lubrication during their first heat and he was relieved that he didn't have to try and find a substitute. He was also pleased to discover, upon the application of a second finger, that the Beta's entrance was stretching easily, just as it should. As Starrk watched in fascination as his fingers, one-by-one, dissapeared into the depths, Ichigo began to make a keening noise and started to buckle down on the long fingers breeching his body. Starrk was startled out of his appreciation for the sight when Ichigo let out a screech of pleasure following a change of finger positions by Starrk. Intrigued, Starrk crooked his fingers again and pressed against the little nub he had felt. He was instantly rewarded by another scream of pleasure as well as Ichigo beginning to mumur for more as he bucked his hips. Removing his fingers, Starrk used the lubrication clinging to them to coat his hardened length before positioning it at the winking entrance. Quickly thrusting his hips foward, Starrk found himself buried deeply in the tightest, hottest confines he had ever been lucky enough to find. Grabbing Ichigo's other leg off of the floor, Starrk let his mate adjust to the sudden intrusion only long enough for the leg to be brought into position and wrapped around Starrk's waist before Starrk was pulling back and, just as quickly, snapping his hips back again. After only been a few moments Starrk decided that a change of position was needed since he was failing to get the response he craved. Moving until he was kneeling with his toes bent and bracing him, Starrk then grabbed Ichigo around the hips hard enough to leave marks and lifted his bottom half up a bit. This changed the angle enough that when he snapped his hips foward he was finally rewarded with the pleasured scream he was looking for. Starrk kept this position for the two of them as he worked to bring the both of them to completion. Starrk, some time later, feeling the hot sheath he was embedded in begin to tighten around him and feeling his knot beginning to form to keep his seed locked deep within his mate, knew that they needed to change positions again and lifted Ichigo into a more vertical placement. Still thrusting into the tight heat of his mate, Starrk gently used one hand to manoever Ichigo's face until it was nestled in the crook of Starrk's neck at which point Ichigo seemed to come back to himself a bit and began to sniff and lick at various locations on the skin before him. Starrk felt Ichigo bite down on him and push reiatsu into the wound just as Ichigo's tight, hot depths tightened even futher as wet heat splashed against Starrk's stomach. Starrk let himself follow his, now official, mate's example as the feeling of foreign reiatsu washed through him and the muscular sheath milked him of all that he had to offer as his length swelled in place and prevented any seed from spilling out. Exhausted, Starrk collapsed backwards, bringing Ichigo with him as he held onto his mate. Laying there, trying to regain the breath that he hadn't even known that he was missing until now, Starrk couldn't have been happier. His chosen had marked him back, signaling that they were now mates. And his mate was obviously extremely powerful as evidenced by the fact that he was still very much alive even though he was so close to Starrk, who wasn't even dividing his power at the moment. Nuzzling into his mate's flame-colored hair, Starrk found that he was almost unbearably exicted at the thought that when they had cubs, he would have even more companionship. As he thought this, Starrk's buried member, which was no longer swollen, gave an interested twitch and began to swell and firm with blood again. Perhaps, Starrk thought hazily as his blood quickly fled southwards, I should just make sure that my little one is thoroughly mated. I would hate for the little one to have any doubts about my intentions to him.While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
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