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Prize of Victory	By : NovaAlexandria Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 87205 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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The front half of this chapter actually has bearings on the plot. You can stop after the meeting if you don’t want to read what is possibly the darkest scene in this story, and it is dark. The scene break is very visibly marked.

Warnings: m/m, oral, rape, possible mob enticing scenes

It was unusual for Yammy to have servants other than Byakuya tend to his needs, but that was precisely what was going on while he was expected to stand still while another group saw to his needs.

This only happened a few other times he could think of and quickly checking the date he realized it was due for the yearly meeting with Aizen-kami to insure the Claims were being kept up.

It was a few weeks earlier than Byakuya had anticipated, but he was pretty sure that was exactly what was going on. He was dressed in the richest silks and the scarf Yammy had ordered him to wear at all times was wrapped several times around his waist like a secondary Obi.

His hair was brushed out and each strand studiously checked for any damage at the tips. A small amount of makeup was added, mostly to his lips and cheeks and seeing his reflection made him want to kill himself.

He did not need makeup, that was for insecure women, but force it on him they did. His nails were cleaned, trimmed, and a thin layer of clear coat added. Since he no longer had his Kenseikan his bangs were held back by two sakura petal clips on either side, a gift from his Master he would sooner crush beneath his feet but admittedly feared the consequences of performing such an action.

When they felt he was ready, dressed in the full layers of his kimono like a rich noble woman, much to his disgust, he was led to where Yammy was waiting for him.

The brute had taken a shower so at least he smelt clean. Even his greasy hair was soft and in its usual ponytail. His small beard was trimmed and combed and Byakuya swore his mask fragment was even polished to a shine.

He was wearing a white overcoat made of the same material as Byakuya’s scarf, a gift to their Master from his family, one they had forced him to present. He still wore his typical white Hakama and black belt, but they were also now made from the finest materials available.

“There you are, my Chicchai Hime.” Yammy smirked at him.

No matter how hard he willed it, no black hole came to swallow the Espada up. He stopped before his Master and inclined his head. Yammy was not above punishing him in public and the last thing he wanted was a punishment from the Espada followed by a lecture from his family on proper behaviour befitting of a Noble.

He tried very hard not to remember the first year under this creatures rule and once again could only feel relief that Rukia had managed to escape this fate, even if it was with Kurosaki.

“Let’s go.” Yammy ordered.

He fell into step behind the other as he was led out of the Estate and towards the old taichou meeting room. They were the second to arrive, Harribel and Toshiro were already there, sitting side by side in their usual place when meetings were called.

Barragan arrived next, but he only had Soi Fon with him and not Yumichika. Byakuya frowned inward as he wondered about the meaning behind such a thing. Soi Fon took her place kneeling on the pillow provided on the floor behind her master while Barragan took his usual place.

Yammy threw himself down in his chair while Byakuya copied Soi Fon, but instead of against the wall behind his Master he kneeled beside him, spreading the expensive silk around him before becoming as still as a statue.

Ulquiorra arrived right behind them without Orihime and Byakuya suddenly suspected this meeting was about something else other than to confirm the Claims. Grimmjow arrived after Ulquiorra, and behind him came Nnoitra, also without his pet.

Byakuya was now positive this meeting had to be about something else, but all other thoughts froze when Szayel walked in next. Byakuya’s eyes slid over the pink haired Espada to land on the red head following behind him.

He felt his soul clench every time he saw his former Fukutaichou. Renji walked like a ghost, his eyes unseeing, his body covered in thousands upon thousands of scars from the many varied experiments Szayel had run on the man.

Renji’s entire soul felt wrong to him, and had since the second meeting years ago. There wasn’t even a glimmer of light in those eyes, let alone one of recognition as the red head also kneeled on a cushion behind his master, eyes staring blankly at the floor.

Starrk and Ukitake arrived next. Like Toshiro and Harribel they sat side by side at the table. Unohana was the last to arrive with Gin flanking her. She sat to Aizen’s left while Gin kneeled behind her on the floor.

Byakuya was an intelligent man and realized quickly the only prisoners here were those of Taichou level. Something was going on and Byakuya couldn’t help but to wonder what the hell it was.

“Good afternoon.” Aizen greeted them with a warm smile once everyone was seated. “Before I begin this meeting, let us please take a moment to enjoy a cup of tea.”

It was a well known cue and Byakuya rose to pour his Master a cup before pouring himself one as well. He sat back down and nursed his own cup gently. Etiquette demanded he at least took a sip, and he did so. His Master ignored his own cup and after almost everyone took a sip Aizen began the meeting.

“Things have stabilized far nicer than I anticipated, and as a few of you know the divisions have surprisingly grown considerably. The graduating classes were larger than I anticipated.” Aizen smiled softly in pleasure.

“And this means what to me?” Grimmjow snorted, crossing his arms in obvious irritation.

“Ever the impatient one.” Byakuya couldn’t help to think in contempt. “But still an understandable question. What does how the Shinigami division are doing mean anything to the Arrancar?”

“We need a new commander for a fifth division.” Aizen smiled.

Byakuya felt a spike of something race through him. A chance to finally escape Yammy’s grip for at least a few hours a day. Now he knew why Aizen had summoned them. He was asking his Espada to give up one of their pets to return to their post, to run a division again.

“Does anyone have any suggestions?” Aizen smiled warmly at the room.

He begged silently for Yammy to elect him. Pleaded like he had never done so before, so badly in fact that he even made a slight whimper that drew his Master’s attention.

“Are you interest, my Chicchai Hime?” Yammy asked him softly. “If so just say so.” Yammy smirked at him.

Byakuya felt rage race through him. Of course he could not speak, Yammy knew that. In fact, his handicap would make running a division rather difficult. He didn’t care, he would find a way to work around it.

Yammy ignore him though and turned his attention back to Aizen. Byakuya felt his hands clench into fists but he made no other outward signs of his anger or agitation. The room remained silent.

“No one is willing to take a division or let one of their pet’s do so?” Aizen asked.

Silence again.

“If I may be so bold as to make a suggestion, Aizen-kami.”

All eyes darted to Ukitake, the first to break the silence.

Byakuya felt another clench of fear, this time for his senpai. Aizen did not tolerate them to speak unless spoken to first. There was no trace of anger in the man’s eyes though.

“A suggestion?” Aizen prompted Ukitake to continue, taking a sip of his tea as he did so.

“If all you require is someone to lead a division administratively, than might I be so bold as to suggest Ise Nanao, with Starrk-sama’s permission of course? She has all the capabilities and experience to effectively run a division.”

Aizen seemed to mull it over before shifting his gaze to the 1st.

“If she want’s to.” Starrk shrugged, clearly not caring one way or another.

“Get back to me with her answer.” Aizen agreed. “That is all for now. I expect to see you all, and your pets, next week for our regular, scheduled meeting. Jushiro, a word before you go. Starrk, please get back to me with Ise-san’s answer soon.”

It was a clear dismissal and all those who still had a semblance of self looked at the white haired man sadly before being led out by their respective masters.

Okay stop here. Really. The plot elements are done. It’s not pretty ahead and I don't want to hear any complaints if you read it because you were warned.

If anyone wants to guess why Renji is basically a mindless Zombie, you can put in your votes. An explanation is given in later chapters.

Next chapter we go back to our regular cast and Szayel gets his instruction to begin experimenting on Karin and the upcoming child.

They were barely out of the doors themselves before he felt Yammy’s fist clench onto his hair and fling him against a wall with a painful crack.

“Do you so wish to escape from me, Chicchai Hime?” Yammy snarled at him.

“Yes.” He growled inwards while outwards he gave a small shake of his head, keeping his eyes down.

Yes he wanted to escape the Arrancar, but that was only a part as to why he would give anything to run a division again. To have some semblance of pride return to him would be the one good thing to happen since this nightmare had begun.

“I told you nothing of your old life was to remain.” Yammy snarled. “And yet you continue to try and cling to it. Clearly I have yet to teach you your place. Perhaps a visit to Szayel is what you need.”

His eyes darted up to stare at the other in horror at the promise.

Yammy grinned down at him and took a step forward, pinning him to the wall with his mere presence.

“Got something to say, my Chicchai Hime?” Yammy taunted.

He couldn’t help it. He screamed all of his anger and frustration into the man’s face. When he finally had to stop to take a breath Yammy had taken a step back and was roaring with laughter.

“Good, good.” Yammy laughed. “And here I thought I had broken all the fight out of you years ago. Let it all out, Chicchai Hime.” Yammy continued to laugh.

Byakuya glared at him in rage, but didn’t disgrace himself by losing control again. How he wished he had Senbonzakura in hand, how he wished to see the millions of sharp blades skin this disgusting creature alive.

But Senbonzakura was not in hand, and he had learned quickly the strongest Kido he could summon did nothing more than singe the Arrancar’s clothing. He closed his eyes and forced himself to calm down, to regain control.

Yammy’s mouth covered his and before he knew it the other’s tongue was in his mouth while the Espada ground him against the wall, the other’s need digging into his stomach. He tried to push the other off of him while he fought for breath. Just as his vision was starting to waiver Yammy backed off.

“Your mouth or your ass, Chicchai Hime, choose quickly.” Yammy grunted into his ear.

He sank to his knees and quickly undid the ties to the others Hakama before pulling the large member free.   He hesitated only briefly before taking it into his mouth and began to suck, attacking the head with his tongue and trying to get the Espada to a quick release before anyone could see him doing this.

Yammy tangled a hand in his hair and held his head still before he started to thrust into Byakuya’s mouth, setting a pace to his liking and going down the others throat. Byakuya fought for breath and tried not to panic as his vision began to waiver once more.

Yammy knew just how far to pull out to give him that one breath through his nose before blocking his airways again without him loosing consciousness. He struggled for breath and tried to push the other away, but he might as well have been trying to move a mountain.

Yammy picked up the pace and finally sighed before a torrent of seed was shot into Byakuya’s mouth. It went down his throat and he choked, forced to swallow all of it. When Yammy finally finished convulsing he pulled back and Byakuya sucked in lungfuls of air, spitting the remaining seed out of his mouth onto the floor.

“Yammy, must you do such despicable things like that in public?”

Byakuya felt as if a bucket of ice and water had been tossed on him as his startled gaze snapped up to where Szayel was leaning against a wall near by. Renji remained emotionless beside his master, eyes not seeing anything more than the floor at his feet, and even that was debatable.

“What you still doing here?” Yammy grunted, pulling his Hakama back up and tying them off.

“Aizen-kami wanted to speak to me after he was done….. disciplining the fool who dared to speak up.” Szayel answered.

Byakuya took the time to wipe the excess cum from his mouth before gaining his feet again. The two Espada seemed to ignore him and he took the time to study his former Fukutaichou.

It was like someone had cloned Renji and forgot to implement a soul. Like he was a doll just waiting for someone to pick up the strings to move him. His eyes were perhaps the most frightful thing about him as there was absolutely no life in them, almost as if he didn’t have a soul anymore.

His attention was broken when Yammy’s fist slammed into the wall in front of his face. His eyes widened in shock and he turned to face the enraged face of his Master. Apparently his moment of studying Renji had been noticed by his Master, and he was not pleased by it.

“Hay, how broken is that pet of your?” Yammy asked with a smirk.

“Completely of course.” Szayel waved a hand.

Byakuya felt his heart clench again at the gleam in Yammy’s eyes.

“He’ll do anything you tell him to without a moments hesitation?”

“Of course. I can train my pets.” Szayel added with a sniff.

Yammy ignored the barb and instead smirked down at Byakuya before turning back to Szayel.

“Mind if I borrow him for a bit while you are in your meeting.”

Szayel frowned.

“I do not want to have to put him back together again.”

“I won’t be the one touching him.” Yammy assured him.

Szayel studied Yammy for a moment before shrugging his shoulders.

“Very well. You can borrow him while I attend to Aizen-kami’s will. It shouldn’t take long so your time is limited.”

“I won’t need long.” Yammy assured him. “Chicchai Hime, come.   You too red head.”

Byakuya did not like where this was going as Yammy led them from the corridor and into a random room. He studied Renji out of the corner of his eyes, but being out of

Szayel presence seemed to have no affect on the red head.

“Alright boy.” Yammy turned to face them. “You two had a connection in the past, didn’t you?”

“Yes.” Renji’s voice was completely devoid of life, as if a machine was speaking for him.

“What kind?”

“I was his Fukutaichou.”

Yammy’s grin widened.

“How would you like to be the one on top?” He asked with a smirk.

That feeling of dread returned ten fold as he realized Yammy was about to order Renji to rape him.

Renji never answered the question, simply remained silent and emotionless.

“Do it. Take your time if you want and use force if you need to. Please, resist all you want, Chicchai Hime.” Yammy laughed.

Byakuya couldn’t help it, he backed away as he watched Renji impassively strip himself before moving towards him. There was nothing in his eyes, no hint of recognition, no resignation on what he was about to do to his former superior and rival.

Byakuya did not want this. This was more wrong than the things Yammy forced him to do and did to him.

“Renji.” He cried silently, as if hoping the man would hear him and look at him with sorrow, regret or anything that spoke of even a spark of emotion.

No such thing happened and when Renji reached him he simply reached a very scarred hand out to untie the scarf from around his waist.

He couldn’t take this and began to struggle, trying to push the other off of him. It was like fighting a wall and briefly Byakuya wondered just what Szayel had done to the former Fukutaichou before full blown panic set in and he started struggling for all he was worth.

Renji easily overpowered him. Every hit Byakuya landed on the other seemed to have no affect whatsoever. Before he knew it the layers of Kimonos had been stripped from his shoulders and he was as naked as his assailant.

He knew he was stronger than this, but he felt the reigns on his reiatsu and managed to spare a hate filled glare for his Master as the Claim forced him to use only his basic physical strength, which was no where near Renji’s full strength.

He was pinned to the wall and Renji managed to capture both of his hands in one, holding them above his head while Renji used his other hand to guild himself to Byakuya’s entrance.

Byakuya continued to scream in his mind and struggle, than all became still as hot pain erupted from his rear as Renji plunged into him with no remorse. The red head didn’t even pause, just continued to hold him pinned to the wall while he raped his former superior.

Byakuya went limp in the others grasp and panted for breath, silently begging for the pain and humiliation to be done with. He felt his insides tear and blood start to flow down his thighs.   Renji showed no signs of cumming or stopping, just continued to pound into him.

He didn’t even know how long it lasted as he was induced into a pain filled hazed. His body had gone into shock and he was only dimly aware of Szayel’s voice as the former 8th found them and told Renji he could finish.

Only than did Byakuya feel the seed of his former subordinate shoot into him. By this point even the blood from his torn passage had dried and the seed being pumped into him was the only way Renji was able to untangle their limbs.

Without the support Byakuya collapsed to the floor, in complete shock.   It was like a dream as he watched Renji walk away from him impassively to pull his clothes back on and follow the pink haired Espada out of the room without even a backwards glance or moment of hesitation.

“Pick yourself up, Chicchai Hime.” Yammy snorted.

Byakuya managed to find the strength to pull on one of the layers of his kimono and tie it shut with his scarf before Yammy grabbed him around the arm and hauled him up.

“Looks like you need a bath, you reek of sex and blood. A rather interesting perfume.” Yammy laughed.

The walk, or more like drag, back to the Kuchiki manor was all a blurred haze, as was Yammy tossing him into one of the ponds when they got there and ordering the staff to clean him up and have him prepared for the evening.

All he could see were the dead eyes of Renji as he had forced himself upon him without even a single flicker of recognition or emotion. He shuddered and let out a whimper as the servant started to clean the blood and cum from his rear and between his thighs.

He ignored them and shut his eyes, praying when he opened them it would all turn out to be a terrible nightmare and that he hadn’t just been raped by the shell of his former college. When he opened his eyes it was to stare into the disappointed visage of one of his aunts.

In that moment his hatred for his family briefly surpassed that of his hatred for his Master as she started her lecture on how he had shamed them this time.

For those of you that braved this part of the chapter, you got nerves of steel. Now if you will excuse me, I need to double check the defences on my fort before the mob to lynch me arrives.
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