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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 28

Their bodies moved against each other, the motion so rough it bordered on violence. The sweat building between them was a slick sheen, the heat almost feverish in it's level of intensity. It was a war of sorts; a battle of the flesh and mind, growling and grunting like the wildest of animals while clawing for dominance. The bed creaked beneath them, so loud that Ichigo was sure the damn thing would bust. Aizen wasn't being gentle, but Ichigo didn't want him to be. He needed to feel the pain as much as the pleasure. He hissed and groaned each time the man thrust into him, digging his nails in his back to urge him on, begging his lover to take him harder. His leg was lifted up roughly, and the cock slamming into his body slid deeper. He yelled with a burst of pleasure, jerking and grinding his hips in desperation for more. Aizen teased him, slowing his thrusts, only to slam hard once more, back and forth as he played a cruel game with his aroused body.

"Fuck," he groaned mournfully when Aizen pulled free of him, leaving him with that strange empty feeling. "Why did you stop?"

"Be patient," he said, moving him over on his hands and knees. Ichigo squirmed at the feel of his slick tongue running up his spine. "Mn, you're filthy."

Ichigo murmured a curse, arching his ass up impatiently. "I'm waiting."

"You're nice and opened up for me now," Aizen said, hands spreading his ass rough, teasing a finger around his used entrance.

"No thanks to your lack of lube, you bastard," Ichigo gasped out when his fingers invaded him, the tips of them flicking at his prostate.

"You got me wet enough with your mouth," Aizen teased with his seductive voice as much as his probing fingers that rhythmically manipulated his sweet spot without mercy. "Don't deny that you love it."

"No," Ichigo groaned against the pillow, arching his backside to his ministrations even more, "I'm not denying it," he rasped. "Just don't stop again."

Aizen's teeth grazed over his ass, nipping at his skin, his fingers keeping up the pleasurable toying. Ichigo knew he could keep him this way for as long as he wanted, and he embraced the prospect as he always did, his body alive with the thrill. He spread his knees open wider, voice cracking when his lover's free hand came beneath him to trace over his throbbing erection. The steady pulse between his legs was maddening and equally exhilarating. Aizen had not teased his body so deliciously in a long time. He cursed, voice rasped with lust when the pressure against his prostate lessened.

A single finger traced up and down the underside of his length, running from base to tip. Ichigo grit his teeth to keep from whimpering with need. His fingers pressed hard once more, scissoring vigorously against his sensitive prostate. Ichigo muffled his shout against the pillow, while his legs trembled with the spastic jerk of his hips. In a fleeting moment he thought of Uryu and Orihime. The reason for this heated session was still lingering in the back of his mind, but talk could come later and he thought of it no more. Right now the only thing he could focus on was Aizen. Him and only him. He didn't struggle against it, didn't question himself as he often did while they had sex. He loved Aizen. It just was, and he didn't have the will to fight the back and forth battle with his emotions any longer. He looked back over his shoulder at Aizen with raw intensity, silently begging.

Aizen made a pleased sound and pulled his fingers free of him to position himself behind Ichigo, hands curling on his slim hips to still his wanting movement. The entry was much less painful this time, but Ichigo cried out still, basking in the sensation of his hard flesh pushing inside him so slow that it was almost agonizing in itself. Ichigo felt the hot press of his body cover him, their sweat mingling as he began to thrust slow and deep. The feel of his lips inched their way over the back of his shoulders and to the back of his neck where he bit down soft and sucked. His skilled hand was already back to work, stroking over his cock, thumb brushing the leaking slit on the head with each passing.

Ichigo held onto the headboard, body rocked by each urgent thrust. He hung his head, keeping his ass arched to his lover, unable to move his lower body much more than soft needy jerks. He was captured completely, Aizen's presence more binding than any chain or collar. What was savage only moments ago was now tranquil, Aizen's thrusts steady, but unhurried as his free hand roamed up over his chest and gently rested against his throat. His fingers pressed under Ichigo's chin, urging him to lift his head from it's hung position. He accommodated him, lifting and tilting his head back slightly. Lips caressed just under his ear and hot breath tickled over his skin as Aizen spoke soft words, most lost to Ichigo through his deepening delight of the flesh.

The hand roamed lower again, fingertips tracing over muscle and tightly raised nipples. Ichigo groaned his name, his voice cracked and breathy as he felt Aizen pinch and tug one of the hard nubs between his fingers. His whole body felt like it was throbbing, the pulsing sensation ruling over his senses. Wet heat flicked at his earlobe before teeth bit soft and playful, just as his nipple was twisted enough to sting. The pulsation between his legs increased and he realized Aizen's hand was no longer stroking him, but holding him tight at the base to keep him from climaxing. Ichigo swallowed back his urge to beg, and instead savored the hot aching it brought him. It gave him a twisted kind of joy. Even now a shadow of that long ago pet he was remained, like a spirit that roamed after death.

Aizen's slow thrusts intensified once more, rough and steady with the sound of slapping flesh. Ichigo's legs trembled and he nearly yelped when his prostate was continuously grazed with each rough slam of his cock. Aizen held him, hand no longer toying over his chest, but clasped tight as if to keep him from slipping away. His lover breathed a few more soft words against his ear, then pressed his face against his neck with a deep, almost agonized groan. The pleasure swelled and Ichigo felt his lover tense before he let out a pleased growl with his release. He slammed into him harder than before, hand vigorously stroking his length.

"Come for me, Ichigo," he said raggedly, sounding demanding and pleading at once.

Ichigo reared up, grasping the headboard, cheek pressed against the cold wood. Every muscle strained and he yelled when he felt the pleasure overtake him. He closed his eyes tight, listening to the wet sound of slapping flesh before he spilled over Aizen's stroking hand. He cursed, hips jerking weakly as his hand kept up the strokes until he had nothing more to give. Aizen kissed over his back before he pulled out, leaving him with the empty feeling yet again. He sprawled beside him on the bed, looking like a attractive mess covered in sweat. Ichigo smiled as he let his body relax, laying on his stomach to catch his breath, reaching over to play his fingers through Aizen's messy hair. He liked it when it fell over his eyes.

"I do love you," Aizen muttered softly.

"I love you too." He moved his hand to his body, feeling over his heated skin, enjoying the sensation of his chest rising and falling with each breath he took. It was hard not to notice his muscles tense up with his caress.

"Do you really love me, Ichigo?"

"Of course I do." He eased up to look closely at him. The afterglow of sex did not disguise the unease of his expression. "Is something wrong?"

"Mn, perhaps I am just getting impatient with the return of my soldiers I sent out for your...other lover." He frowned as he said it.

"Aizen.."

He sighed. "Do not trouble yourself. I just have a lot on my mind, that's all."

"You have been preoccupied lately." Ichigo pressed close against his side and kissed over his chest. Aizen gently stopped him with a press against his shoulder. Ichigo was speechless a moment, watching him and trying to make sense of his abrupt attitude. He didn't look angry, or even worried really. His eyes showed a confused sadness. "Aizen?"

"Hm?" He blinked and looked at him as if he just noticed him there. His expression cleared and he sighed as he reached to brush stands of hair from Ichigo's cheek.

"Is this about Uryu and Orihime?" he asked. "I promise you, they won't cause trouble. Uryu did what he had to.."

Aizen waved the rest of what he was going to say off. "I am not concerned. Neither one of them will be punished, unless they try something else to displease me," he added in a warning tone. "Besides, you are right. I am impressed with how the Quincy handled himself against Mayuri in such a weakened condition." He pulled Ichigo down into a warm embrace. "No, I will not punish them," he said again, planting a kiss on his forehead.

Ichigo lay his head against his shoulder. "Then what is bothering you?" Silence met the question. Ichigo didn't like it, but he wasn't sure he should push. He just lay there cuddled against him, listening to the soothing sound of his breath. It could be any number of things, and he checked off several ideas in his mind, including that maybe he found out he was conversing with Hichigo. He had his doubts, but it was a possibility.

"Can you not hear the call?" Aizen said.

"Hear the call? What do you mean?"

"The Hogyoku. It has been calling to you for some time now," he answered calmly.

Ichigo eased up from the comfort of his lover's arms as he tried to process what he was saying. The Hogyoku was calling him? He shook his head in denial, more to convince himself than Aizen, but there was nothing to convince himself of. He heard nothing unusual. No sound or words in his mind. Hichigo had even been painfully silent all day, so silent that Ichigo was sure his Hollow was blocking him.

"I ask again. Do you hear the call?" Aizen sat up beside him, hand warm on his back.

Ichigo shivered, feeling a numbing chill come over him. It was fear. "No, I don't hear it," he said with as little emotion as he could. "And I don't want to." He looked at Aizen and that odd sadness was still there. "Maybe you're wrong. Why would the Hogyoku try to converse with me?"

"I have tried to question it, Ichigo, but there is no clear answer. As of now I am still the Hogyoku's master, but I'd be a fool not to acknowledge the pull it has when you are near. For now it is content," he said, placing his hand on the middle of his chest, "but it grows weary in my charge." Ichigo looked where Aizen's hand lay and reached, placing his hand over his. Nothing. No, there was something, like a electric humming sound, very faint, but there. He jerked his hand away, relieved when the sound vanished. "You heard it that time?" Aizen's cool eyes searched his face. His hand dropped and Ichigo looked at his chest where the Hogyoku lay hidden under the skin. He'd only questioned Aizen once in passing about why the Hogyoku sealed itself, hidden from view. The answer had been simple enough. It preferred to be there when it's power was not being used, but Ichigo was beginning to wonder if that was really the whole truth.

"I heard..something," he answered low. "It's probably just because you got the idea in my head and I'm just hearing something that isn't there now," he reasoned.

"Do you really believe that, Ichigo?"

"I'm not you, Aizen. I don't want death and destruction, even though you've asked me to do that. You want me to attack some world with you. Why? For what purpose?"

"This isn't about that."

"Isn't it?"

"Ichigo, the Hogyoku didn't want the destruction of Soul Society and the Soul King, I did. It just gave me the power to succeed."

"That thing is poison and I don't want it!"

Aizen sighed. "Calm yourself. If you truly reject the Hogyoku, then perhaps it will stop calling to you. This is not any easier for me, not when I thought I was it's only true master."

"That's where you are fooling yourself, Aizen. That thing has no master." He slipped off the bed and hastily cleaned himself up before he grabbed his pants, jerkily putting them on.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going for a walk." He grabbed his shirt with a sigh. "I just need to think." He slipped it on and looked at his lover. He appeared no more dangerous than a puppy as he sat on the bed, half covered with a sheet, hair messy and falling in his eyes that were soft as they looked back at him. Ichigo was in awe by the sight of this uncharacteristic innocence. All he needed was a pair of glasses and he would look just like he had before his betrayal of the Soul Society. Then the mask shattered once more when Aizen's eyes cooled to their normal intensity. "I do love you," Ichigo said and leaned over to give him a thorough kiss before he left. Aizen didn't stop him.

Ichigo didn't know where he was going. He just walked as if he could get away from all the mounting problems that continued to plague him. That damn Hogyoku trying to inhabit him was the last thing he needed or wanted. If he had ever truly felt fear in his adult life, it was now. He only hoped that Aizen's theory was correct and the Hogyoku would abandon it's call once it knew he had no want of it. He couldn't rely on a theory though. He would just have to be more vigilant of it's intentions when he was close to Aizen. He grit his teeth. The problem was, he was almost always with Aizen. They ate together, sparred together, fucked, shared the same bed. It wouldn't be easy, and he refused to avoid being near him. Wasn't that what he was doing now though?

He sighed as he walked past a few arrancar, barely acknowledging them as he went. At least he knew Uryu and Orihime would be left alone. There was still that issue of Aizen's desire for him to join in on destroying another world. He had agreed to it in due haste on the terms that Grimmjow and the others would not be harmed, and that he could even pick what world to attack. The more he thought about it, the more sick it made him feel that he had agreed to something so morally sadistic. He didn't want to end up being another cruel monster. It wasn't who he was, and Aizen knew that. He wasn't sure he could go through with it when the time came, and it would surely be soon.

"You better not go through with it, King."

Ichigo looked at the sealed door. He had made his way to Hichigo's prison without even having the intention to come here. He touched the cool stone. "Hichigo," he spoke aloud, beyond caring if anyone saw or heard him.

"I was listening."

"I don't want the Hogyoku. I don't want to destroy more innocent lives."

"Yet, you still want him."

"I do," he answered, shamed even as he said it. He put his forehead against the stone door and closed his eyes. "Do you hate me?"

"I never did, Ichigo, and I never will."

Ichigo smiled, pressing his palms against the door as well, getting as close as he possibly could get to his Hollow. He wished he could at least see him. "You fooled me in the beginning when you always attacked me when I entered the inner world."

"Had to train your ass up strong, King. I just wish I could have made you as strong as you needed to be to beat that fucker."

"We can't change the past, and the present might just be too fucked up to fix," he murmured, hand rubbing over the stone. "I think I'm failing everyone again." Hichigo didn't answer, but it was okay. It was probably the truth. "I want to get you out of there."

"I know."

"I will get you out."

"I know."

"Help me, Hichigo." Ichigo closed his eyes tighter and concentrated. He had no illusions he could break the powerful seal, but he had to try, even if it angered Aizen.
AN: Yes, I know, long ass wait again. I am currently working on two other stories and between the random block, and real life stuff, it takes me some time. I will try to get a new chapter up faster than this last time, but again, no promises. lol. Any grammar mistakes, as always, I apologize. Will do a thorough look through the story once it's completed, and I have no idea how much longer that will take me, but I will keep writing as long as I am able to. Hope my regular readers are still enjoying this. Love the support of votes and reviews when you're able. Thanks all.

Spoiler to those that don't keep up with the manga

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Since this is a alternate timeline like fic, (could even be considered a AU) I have not brushed the topic of Hichigo being Ichigo's actual real zanpakuto, and that the fake Zangetsu is actually Ichigo's Quincy powers. I may never even mention it. It may not even be so in my story. I haven't really decided yet. Ichigo may not even find this out until after the story is over. I'll just have to wait to see how I feel about it. When I first started writing this a few years back, as far as we all knew old man Zangetsu WAS his Zan, but we know now that's really not the case.
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