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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 21

Neither of them spoke as they sat across from each other. Gin waited for Aizen to begin, content to let the man think as he absently stirred sugar in his tea. This was not a casual meeting. It was obvious why Aizen had called for him, but he did not ask, and Aizen did not explain. Tosen had not returned with the prisoners. Gin watched the outward calm on Aizen's face, but he was annoyed. The tap of a finger, a soft drawn out sigh, and the continuous stirring of the tea he had yet to taste. Such subtle things, but Gin had studied this man well over the years. It was easy to spot his anger, even when he hid it.

"You know why I called for you, Gin?" Aizen asked, not bothering to even look at him when he finally spoke.

"Tosen has not returned."

"Indeed." He tapped his spoon on the rim of his tea cup. "I expected more efficiency from him on this matter. Perhaps I was wrong."

"Perhaps, but the espada know this land well. Tracking them may be difficult."

"Are you defending Tosen's delay?"

"No." Gin chuckled and cracked his eyes open to stare at Aizen. "Just stating a fact." He tilted his head. "Is it interrupting your plans?"

"Not so much, but it troubles me. I wanted Grimmjow brought in quickly."

"Eager for his death?"

Aizen stood and walked the length of the room, then back again. He continued to pace in quiet thought, hands clasped behind his back. Gin let him contemplate the situation without further interruption, losing himself in his own thoughts. The atmosphere of Las Noches was becoming thick with urgency. An end was approaching that all were unsure of. All except for Aizen, who had the air of certainty in every action and word he spoke. Gin could understand why he had so much confidence. He had done what he set out to accomplish before. Gin could recall everything. Every battle and death, every anguished cry of pain and the deep red color of blood.

"Are you angry with me?" Aizen asked as he stopped in the middle of the room, back turned to him.

Gin stared at the back of his head. "Do I have a reason to be?"

"Orihime. I promised her to you, did I not?"

"Promises are often broken," Gin answered with a shrug.

"You so readily accept it."

"I have followed you from the beginning, Aizen, and will continue to do so. If I am not allowed to have the woman, I will get my pleasures elsewhere. Simple as that."

"I am pleased you say those words. You are truly my most loyal, Gin," Aizen said and turned to look at him with a smile. "I know the young woman reminds you much of Rangiku. Even your fondness of the enemy shinigami did not shake your loyalty to me and our cause." Gin watched him quietly. "I let Ichigo have her that night as a test. I wanted to see what your reaction would be. You did not protest like I thought you might. I was delightfully surprised."

Gin smirked. "I still want her. I just know my place, Lord Aizen. I am your servant, and I will not cross the lines you place."

"Very good, Gin. Which is why I ask you to do something for me."

"Anything."

"You will have Orihime. First though, I want you to find Tosen. If he is not in custody of Grimmjow and on the way back to Las Noches, I want you to kill him. Then find Grimmjow for me in haste and return. Think you can do that, Gin?"

"I can."

"No questions. I like that." Aizen watched Gin as he stood from the table. "Unlike you, Tosen has been questioning my actions way too often for my taste. I don't like being questioned by my subordinates in such a way that borders on suspicion."

"Of course, Aizen. I will do what needs to be done." Gin bowed slightly. "I will not fail you."

"I know you won't. Be on your way as soon as possible. I'm eager to have Grimmjow back home." His eyes flashed with hatred as he turned to leave the room.

Gin watched him go with a smile, then turned to exit out the other door to prepare for the trip. The smile slowly left his lips, but his expression remained as it always did. The most observant would not be able to read his intent. He could be as soft as a kitten, or as cold as a reptile. One never knew which until it was too late, and that's the way he liked it. He wandered down the hall to make a short stop before he left on his mission. He knocked on the door he stopped at and smiled when he was greeted by the lovely young woman who looked at him suspiciously. She was a beauty, and Aizen was right. She did remind him of Rangiku in physical aspects.

"Can I help you?" Orihime asked, not quite opening the door all the way, her head the only visible part of her.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" He raised his hand and pressed against the door, the forceful push rousing a sharp gasp from her lips.

"I'd rather not."

"Orihime, who is it?"

"Ah." Gin lowered his hand. "The Quincy is with you. I'm surprised Mayuri hasn't come to collect his lab rat."

Uryu appeared behind her. "What do you want?"

"I'm off on a job, you see. I thought I'd come see my lady for a moment before I go."

"I'm not your lady," Orihime whispered, and her pretty eyes narrowed.

"Oh, what a look for such a timid thing."

"Just leave. She doesn't want you here," Uryu said as he eased Orihime aside to face Gin.

"I suggest you let me in, boy."

"No."

"Very well." Gin kicked the door, the strength forcing Uryu back and on the floor with a loud grunt. Orihime cried out and hurried to Uryu's side, frightened eyes on Gin as he shut the door behind him. "Aizen has told me that you are mine now, woman."

Orihime shook her head and moved closer to Uryu's side. The fear was absolute. It's what he wanted to see. It was how it should be, as much as the hate that was in the Quincy's eyes as he glared with venom, even in his weak position. Powerless. Without hope of protecting this delicate flower that he had his arm around in a false shield of defense. The young woman spoke a soft word and her shield came up in defense of them both, doing what the Quincy could not. It was no use. They were not strong enough. Gin's sword was quick to shatter her shield, and he was intimately close to both of them before they had a chance of backing away. There was no safety for them. Not now. Orihime suppressed a whimper against Uryu's shoulder. The Quincy growled under his breath, the angry sound laughable to Gin's ears.

"You are both weak."

"Shut up!" Uryu spat.

"Do you think to protect her, Quincy?"

"I'll do what I have to," he answered, pushing Orihime behind his body to block her from Gin.

"Very brave, but also very stupid," Gin said, his voice low as he smirked. His hands were quick to grab Uryu's wrists. Uryu jerked, repulsed with the contact. His hands were firm with determination. "How can you do anything, when these shackles bind you?"

Uryu swallowed, too shaken to respond when Gin's fingers caressed the bands that cuffed his wrists. He made a disgusted sound when those fingers touched the skin around them, teasing his flesh, only to move over the bands again with soft brushes. Orihime sat in fearful silence against Uryu's back, watching Gin with growing unease. She gasped when Gin lifted Uryu's wrists and pulled them to his lips. His vile tongue slipped between them and slid over each band, snaking around the skin trapped inside them. Uryu shuddered, breaking his silence with a choked yell and yanked his trapped arms away from Gin's grip.

"As long as those bands keep your power at bay, you can do nothing. You understand?"

"Don't you think I know that, you bastard?"

"Well, do something about it." Gin stood with a sigh and looked down at them both with a quizzical expression. "I have to say, I'm glad you were here, Quincy. It made this visit twice as fun." He left them both in confused silence.

Gin moved on, leaving the two behind, satisfied with how things went. There was no other reason to delay his search as he headed for an exit out of Las Noches, his zanpakuto at his side. He did hope Tosen was prepared for what was coming. It would lose some of it's fun if he was taken by surprise. He wasn't going to kill Tosen because Aizen ordered it. He was going to kill him because it needed to be done. The fool. Following Aizen like a true lap dog, even as he questioned what his master was doing. That was what made Tosen such a pathetic being. His sense for justice pushed his loyalty along, further into the madness of what Aizen created. So unsure, yet still kissing Aizen's ass. Gin smirked as his feet touched the sand to start his journey. He was almost disappointed he would miss any of the fun that may go on while he was away.

~*~

"Uryu," she whispered, arms coming around to hug him once Gin had disappeared. "Thank you."

"For what? He's right. I can't protect you." He looked at that metal bands and shivered again, unable to shake the disgust he still felt from Gin's touch.

"But you still tried." She moved around to look in his eyes, hands on his shoulders. "And I want to try to protect you too."

"What are we going to do? They're too strong, and Ichigo is... I don't know what to think. Is he on our side anymore, or is he too wrapped up in Aizen that he just doesn't care?"

"Uryu, don't say that." Orihime settled down close beside him. "Ichigo does care. He's our friend."

"How do we know he still is, Orihime? For all we know, Aizen has done something to his mind."

"I can't let myself believe that," she said, pulling her legs up to her chest to rest her head on her knees. "He's changed, but I can still see the old Ichigo when I look in his eyes."

Uryu slipped his arm around her, unable to say anything to that. He rarely got to see Ichigo, and lately he hadn't seen him at all. He was usually trapped in Mayuri's lab. The thought of what was there made his stomach sour. He didn't think he could stand seeing what remained of Nemu and whatever if was that she carried in her belly. It was something that was part of him, and that alone gave him nightmares. The last few days he dreaded that Mayuri would come to collect him, imagining that he would have news of the birth. Orihime touched his cheek and he met her eyes. It was enough to stop his worries for the moment.

"Let's get off this floor," she said and stood, helping him up. "Did you get hurt when he kicked the door?"

"Just my pride, but it gets stepped on daily here."

"You still have your Quincy pride. They can trap your power away, but they can never really take that part away from you, Uryu."

He looked at her and marveled at her innocence. No longer a virgin, but still had the presence of purity. He was scared for her. Gin would eventually come back and force her to do what he wanted, and if that happened, she would become just as broken as he. Even in this place, she remained a bright light, smiling and full of hope. He doubted she was always happy, but she was able to battle through her sadness. He wouldn't be able to stand seeing her torn to pieces. As much as he wanted to protect her, he knew he would not be able to stop it. It wasn't right. None of this cruel torture was right. How could they all have failed to prevent this horror? She smiled a little as she took his hand, and when she eased toward him he turned his face away from the kiss she was seeking.

"Uryu."

"I'm dirty."

She sighed and put her hand on her hip. "I heard that nonsense from Ichigo once. I'm not going to hear it from you too."

"Orihime.."

"Uryu, I mean it."

"I'm not sure what to say then," he said, unable to stop his smile at how irritated she looked with him.

"Is it that you don't want me?"

"No.."

"Is it because you think I am still in love with Ichigo?"

He couldn't meet her eyes anymore. "Maybe." Head down, he listened to her silence. Since she brought him here, they had shared a few soft kisses. He'd be lying to himself if he said he didn't enjoy them, but a part of him wondered if she really wanted him. She had been in love with Ichigo for so long.

"I do love him, but I have moved on, Uryu. I've faced the fact that even if none of this had ever happened, Ichigo would have never loved me back. Not the way I wanted. And I'm okay with that." She tilted her head down so he could see her face. "I had this feeling he always had a small crush on Rukia."

Uryu blinked. "What?"

She smiled. "Yeah. You never noticed it?"

"No, I didn't." He lifted his face to look at her properly.

"Well, girls notice things like that more than boys."

"I guess I was never as sharp as I thought," he muttered and saw her smiling again.

"So, stop giving me excuses and kiss me."

He closed his eyes. "I'm afraid that I won't be able to protect you, but I would die trying, I promise you."

"Don't talk about dying," she whispered and kissed his lips.

Uryu didn't want to think anymore. His lips parted and her tongue didn't hesitate to meet his. His arms locked around her waist as she pressed close against his body. She urged him with small steps to back up to the sofa until his legs touched. Uryu sat back and pulled her body along with him, their lips locked in a more urgent kiss. They both knew time was short, that eventually Mayuri would come back and take him away. The thought made his chest ache, and his mind frantic, but he swallowed the tension away, melting to the warmth of her body. His hand slid up against her blouse, lifting the fabric until his fingers brushed soft skin. She pulled from the kiss to pull the blouse off over her head. She was gloriously beautiful, and his lips were drawn to the swell of her breasts, his kisses trailing over her warm skin.

Uryu heard the soft snap of her bra before she pulled it free of her body. She gasped a few soft words of encouragement and he latched his lips around a hard nipple, lashing his tongue over the raised nub. Her scent was like flowers and he breathed her in, tasting her flesh as his tongue swirled around, seeking to please her as much as he could. She straddled his lap tighter, her moans heated as her hips rocked to create a pleasant friction against their loins. Uryu groaned, panting hard against her breast. He was already hard and the piercing was being rubbed against his pants in a way he hadn't expected, trickles of pleasure throbbing around the head like he was close to climax with every rock of her body.

Orihime's hips rolled harder and more needy. She craved release, her body working against his groin to reach it. Uryu slid his hand up a bare thigh and under her skirt, looking at her face to see her ecstasy. His thumb brushed over her panties that were wet with arousal. She looked into his eyes and smiled to him before she let her head fall back, arms links around the back of his neck to ride it out. Uryu pushed his fingers past the lace lining of her panties and sought out her clit. It was slick and swollen against his digits as he grasped and rolled it, tongue sliding back over her breasts to heighten her pleasure. He felt the warm gush before her voice cried to him.

"Uryu.." She let her voice go, crying out, sex jerking against his fingers in the clutches of her orgasm. When she finally stopped gyrating, she fell forward, breasts resting against his face.

"..Ori..."

"Oh sorry." She giggled and moved back so he could breath.

"It's okay. I wasn't really complaining." He smiled up at her. "You're so gorgeous. Inside and out."

"You're so sweet." She seemed to melt as she kissed him. "Mn." She pulled back and smiled. "Your turn." She slid off his lap and to the floor before him, her small hands hurriedly working the button and zipper open.

"Orihime."

"I'll try to please you." Her cheeks blushed as she pulled his cock free. Her fingers touched around the head, catching drops of pre-cum and teasing around the ball of the piercing. "Does it hurt?" she asked.

Uryu swallowed, fighting the urge to rock against her hands. "No, not since you healed me."

"Good." She leaned in slow, tongue working around the head, testing the feel of his hard flesh.

He could tell she hadn't done this before. Ichigo had taken her virginity, but she had yet to experience everything that she could. He found himself wishing he had been her first, but he knew that it didn't matter. He was just happy that she had been with someone she cared about. Unlike him. His first sexual experience had been Mayuri taking him by force. He closed his eyes tight to block the memory away, letting himself feel Orihime's warm mouth timidly devouring his cock head. He whispered her name, reaching to caress her hair. Sunlight sent rays through the window in the room, shining against the bands around his wrists. If either of them had been coherent enough through their pleasure to see, they would have noticed the fine cracks forming along the edges of cold metal.

~*~

White on white. Hichigo looked at his hand that was palm first against his cell wall and marveled at the nonexistent contrast in color, other than the stark black of his nails. All white. Probably a joke on Aizen's part, but it was getting less funny with each passing day he was in this box. Hichigo then resolutely stared at the sealed door of his prison and cursed under his breath. These walls were getting real boring. He wondered why he had bitched so much about being trapped in Ichigo's soul. At least he had a wide open space there and blue skies to look at. If he were human, he supposed he would be mad by now, but as it was, maybe he was a little crazy anyway. He was a hollow. A hollow attached to a shinigami's ass.

He slid to the floor to sit, his fingers tapping like seconds on his knee. There was a small bed, a place to clean himself, but not much else. He didn't need to eat or drink. Ichigo's body was his nourishment. He had figured that out long ago. Being a hollow, it was nothing so shocking. Nothing had surprised him since coming into existence, but he had sure gotten pissed off plenty of times. In the beginning it was Ichigo that was his source of anger. How dare this shinigami keep him pressed down and trapped. All he ever wanted was to be free like anyone else. The irony of it all was rage inducing. All that time he had been free. This was what confinement felt like. Pulled away from his one source of companionship and stuffed in this room.

Hichigo found himself thinking about the past a lot, and it was always Ichigo in his thoughts. After time, and several attempts to overtake Ichigo's body, he had come to respect the young man for his strength, even though he would have never admitted it at the time. Then near the end, when it all came down to the point of he and Aizen's battle, Ichigo had been beaten down. Something kept Hichigo from trying to help. He always suspected that Ichigo had finally found a way to completely control him, and if that was the case, the brat had blocked him from helping in the fight. Shit timing on Ichigo's part. He was part of his power, but he didn't want to acknowledge it. That was probably still the case.

He wanted to ask Ichigo, but he didn't want to come forward right now. That bastard Aizen had come to see him again, most likely enjoying his body. He and Ichigo had been working on their connection, blocking and connecting to each others sensations and emotions. It was easy to do now, even in this sealed room. His eyes narrowed to slits when he thought about it. That prick putting his hands all over King's body like he owned it. What stung more was that Ichigo thought he was in love with the guy. It was more like a sickness than a real emotion. That's the way he saw it, but he hadn't said as much to Ichigo about it, not outright anyway. Hichigo wasn't sure what love was. He knew anger, hate, rage; all the hostile emotion a being as he was could have. Love though was a mystery to him. He knew he wanted Ichigo, in the physical sense. He wanted to really touch him, wanted to know what his face would look like while he fucked his brains out. At least Grimmjow had gotten that on the side. He growled soft, less angry that he had touched Ichigo, but there was still that jealousy.

"I'm not jealous," he muttered to himself, but it felt like a lie the moment it left his lips.

What are you going on about?

Hichigo frowned a little when Zangetsu's voice filled his head. Fuck off, old man.

Unfortunately, I cannot. I am as connected to you as I am to our Master.

Master? Heh, I don't call Ichigo that, but feel free to do what you want.

Perhaps you would rather call him something else?

I prefer fuck buddy.

Colorful as always.

You should be used to it by now.

I'm more than used to it, Hichigo. In fact, your absence from Ichigo's soul has made this place too damn quiet.

Not like either of us were given a choice. They ripped me out of him, remember?

The memory is all too clear, yes.

I kinda like being out though. Would be better out of this fucking room. He looked at the white ceiling, his yellow eyes thoughtful. I do have this intense feeling inside me though, like Ichigo and I need to bond together again. It's eating at my brains and it's annoying me.

What you are feeling is correct. You two do need to be in contact again. Ichigo's strength has tripled since the lost battle, yet he still cannot defeat Aizen as he is. He needs you, Hichigo, to concrete his power.

Thanks for the info. Now how the fuck do I get out of here?

I don't know.

Fuck!

Have you tried to break free using your reiatsu?

What do you think? Fuck yes, I have.

All I can suggest is that you keep trying. I'm not sure if Ichigo would be able to break through the seal Aizen has engaged. Urahara would probably be able to break it, but he can't just walk into Hueco Mundo without being seen.

Well, hat and clogs better find a fucking way if he's my only hope of getting out of here. He punched the floor, knowing it was a long shot. None of the living shinigami were probably even thinking about getting him out of here as it was. Aizen has to die, old man. He needs to pay for all of it, but for what he's done to Ichigo... I want to fucking tear him apart. Help me out of this prison.

Soon, Hichigo, we will find a way.

No matter how long it takes. Hichigo looked at his hand and grinned. One day I will know what his blood looks like on my hands..our hands.

Zangetsu didn't speak, but Hichigo felt the old man's approval through every pore on his body. Even zanpakuto could be driven by vengeance. In that passion, zanpakuto and hollow were bonded, fueled to seek retribution for the one that mattered most to them both. Ichigo would be free of Aizen. It was only a matter of time.

AN: Yes, I know. It's been forever since I updated. The good old block got me again. Plus, I am not feeling well. Pain has a way of taking away concentration on the things you like doing most. I do hope this chapter is alright. I wasn't completely happy with it. I was honestly just glad I was able to write something. I hate making my readers wait. I know that feeling when I'm into a fan fiction I love and have to wait for updates. Again, if there are any typos, I apologize. Once this story is finished, I will most likely go back and make any corrections.

I wanted to make the scene with Uryu and Orihime longer, but I had some complaints before from some reviewers that they were turned off by the het sex. (Back in that chapter with Loly. Of course, that could have been because they hated Loly. lol. And who could blame them?) This is a yaoi based story, so I guess I can understand that. Personally, I love het, yaoi and yuri. I'm not picky. :) My next Bleach fic will probably be het. **Shrug* Who knows. I have to get through this one first.

Anyway, hope this chapter is liked. I know it's not my best though. :(
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