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After the Defeat
By : AriaDream
Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male
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Starrk was very carefully monitoring his surroundings. He didn’t want any of the numeros seeing him doing this.

It had only been two months but his belly was starting to swell. Just a bit, a gentle curve, but it was obvious what was happening there. With the growth of his potential offspring came a warm, fuzzy maternal feeling. It was like nothing Starrk had ever felt before and it was a very pleasant feeling. But it didn’t have a target yet. The child was still inside his body and only needed his passive support at the moment.

Shunsui, on the other hand, needed far more than that. Starrk was quietly and unobtrusively directing the feelings towards him. He didn’t want Aizen to know what he was doing, though. He thought it was quite likely his overlord and god would order him to have no further contact with the shinigami outside of matings. It behooved him to be cautious.

Certain he was unobserved, Starrk quickly made his way into the cells. There were a few more prisoners, now. There was nothing he could do for them and he tried to ignore them, hoping none of them would say anything about Kyoraku’s special treatment. He didn’t see why they would, but who knew?

Shunsui saw him coming and was regarding the tray in his hands curiously as Starrk opened the door. He carefully shut the door behind him before coming further in. He’d already forgotten to completely close it once and Kyoraku had tried to distract him before making a break for it. It had been pathetic, really, but Starrk didn’t want a recurrence. He didn’t enjoy humiliating Shunsui.

“What is this? It smells good.” Shunsui said and Starrk smiled as he removed the cover. “Oh kami. For me?” Shunsui said, a little stunned as Starrk nodded and glanced over the contents of the tray. It was a nice, hearty breakfast of eggs, toast and bacon. There was a little terrine of butter, glistening temptingly.

“For you. I tried the numeros into preparing two breakfasts for Aizen.” Starrk said lightly as Shunsui laughed. “I know they’re not feeding you too well.” They were feeding the shinigami here prisoner’s rations, bread and water with a bit of cheese and vegetables. The latter two were strictly for their health. None of it was meant to actually taste good. None of it was really enough, leaving the prisoners hungry. Shunsui looked at the food for a moment, a troubled look crossing his face.

“Starrk, I don’t mean to be ungrateful. But can I share this with my fellow prisoners?” He asked softly and Starrk knew why he was asking. There was no one beside him. If the food was going to get to the others, Starrk would have to carry it. The Espada bit his lip.

“…I don’t… it’s one thing to help you. Helping the others…” That didn’t seem right to him. But Shunsui was giving him such a pleading look. Starrk nervously ran a hand over his belly, feeling the growing pup there. “…” Suddenly capitulating, Starrk nodded his head with a sigh. “At least it will be eaten faster.” He muttered to himself. Then he could leave the cells more quickly and get rid of the evidence. Shunsui chuckled softly. “Hmm.” There was only one plate though. That was a problem.

Starrk finally used the two slices of toast as vehicles for the other food. He buttered them first, of course. That left Shunsui with no toast but Starrk left him all the bacon, just bringing eggs to the other two shinigami. One refused to talk to him, just accepting the food warily but the other spoke.

“Why are you doing this?” He said and Starrk wondered who he was. The blonde hair was vaguely familiar and he was reasonably certain he’d seen the man in the final battle.

“Because Shunsui asked me to.” Starrk said with a small, crooked smile. “And if you want any more information you’ll have to ask him.” They could speak to each other, in these cells. There was a soft laugh.

“Coward.” Shunsui said teasingly and Starrk growled at him, but without much heat.

“You want me to tell him then?” Even in the dim lighting he could see the man shrug. “Fine… I am pregnant with his child.” He said bluntly and saw the shinigami’s eyes widen. “And I would like the sire of my pup to survive to see it.” He still had no idea of the gender. It was impossible to determine this early in the process. The man across from him swallowed before nodding.

“You are a Beta?” He asked and Starrk blinked, surprised. Shunsui hadn’t known anything about that. The man saw his surprise and smiled, faintly. “I used to be in the Fourth Division. We have a reasonable amount of contact with the Twelfth and I happened to hear about it one day. I was curious, so I asked.”

“Oh. Well, I wasn’t a Beta but I am now. Aizen is attempting to breed new forces.” Starrk said before trying to feel the man’s power out before giving up. He just couldn’t tell with the collar in the way. What did Aizen want these prisoners for? This one had enough power to mate with the numeros, though. Or was Aizen trying to gain information? If so that would be very unpleasant for the shinigami.

“I see.” The man looked towards Kyoraku’s cell but said nothing more. He could guess the breeding hadn’t been voluntary. Starrk left then, going back to retrieve the dishes. Shunsui had finished everything, including the butter. He smiled, a touch sadly, at the sight of that. Eating butter straight usually wasn’t a pleasant experience but right now, it was food that would help fill his gut. Starrk took the tray.

“I’ll try to steal some other things for you. I can’t try this trick again.” The numeros would wise up to him quickly and he couldn’t chance that. Shunsui nodded, understanding flashing through those grey eyes.

“You can’t be caught, I understand.” He said and Starrk nodded. “You should go. The… interrogators will likely be here soon.” He glanced towards his fellow shinigami. “And Halibel might come for me at any time.” He said, resigned to his pain. Starrk nodded again. He’d known that this was one of Shunsui’s weeks with Halibel. There were two more days left, then Starrk would be able to bring the man to his quarters again.

“I’ll be back later.” He promised softly. Perhaps it was insane, becoming this attached to a prisoner. Aizen would dispose of the taichou as soon as he outlived his usefulness. But he was still the sire of Starrk’s pup and he couldn’t help but feel compassion for him.

He would have to think of more little things he could do for the shinigami. There had to be something.

Starrk tapped the syringe, getting rid of a bit of dirt. Then he looked up as there was a soft chuckle from the bed.

“You know, I think I don’t really need that.” Shunsui said with a small smile and Starrk’s eyes widened as he stared at the man. “It does have a pleasant effect but it takes so long to wear off and I feel dizzy for a while. I would rather go without it.”

“…” Starrk hesitated, wondering if this was some kind of trick. But Shunsui was still chained to the bed. Even if he was left undrugged, there was nothing he could do. Then he bit his lip. The shinigami was offering him… what? Consensual sex? Something close to it, at least. “Are you sure? I – I don’t want to hurt you.” He said then winced as Shunsui suddenly laughed. It was a jagged, pained sound.

“Hurt me? Oh Starrk… you’re being an idiot.” He said with a more normal chuckle and Starrk nodded with a sigh. “Come here. I’m ready.”

“…Alright.” Starrk glanced around, looking for a good place to put the syringe. Finally he dropped it on the end table. Then he climbed onto the bed and began to explore the furry body of his mate. Starrk honestly loved the body hair. It made him almost feel like Shunsui could be a hollow, an animal type. That feeling was enhanced by the wonderful, musky scent of Kyoraku’s body. Starrk knew what pleased the shinigami now and he nuzzled the man’s throat, finding a good place to suck. Shunsui groaned softly and Starrk lifted his head, meeting hazy grey eyes. But they were hazed only by lust now, not the drug. That gave him a strange feeling.

“Starrk, you are handsome.” Shunsui murmured and the Primera blushed before kissing him. It was sweet and tender at first, but quickly turned feral as they set their desires free.

“So are you.” He replied, feeling a bit breathless. “I wish you could touch me.” That was his fondest dream now. The thought of those big hands on his body, pulling him down and dominating him with powerful Alpha intent… Starrk wondered when he’d embraced being a Beta. Because that was definitely Beta thinking. There was a pause before Shunsui smiled at him. It was bittersweet.

“Perhaps someday, eh? Let me suck you.” He said seductively and Starrk blinked. He’d never asked the shinigami for that but the thought made his breath come quickly. Moving up, he positioned his cock so it was in front of Kyoraku’s face. He had to position himself but the shinigami willingly took the heavy member into his mouth. Starrk gasped at the wet heat, something he had truly never experienced, enfolded his cock. Why was Kyoraku doing this? It all seemed so sudden… but then the pleasure wiped away any thought. Starrk had to hold himself back ruthlessly. In this position, Shunsui had no control. It was up to him.

He was whimpering, his eyes glazed with pleasure when he suddenly realized he was getting too close. If he came inside Shunsui’s mouth there was a real danger he might choke. Starrk pulled back sharply but it was a touch too late… he came, splattering his cum all over Shunsui’s face. Starrk froze, feeling horrified as he met amused grey eyes.

“I admit, no one has ever done that to me before. It’s surprisingly sexy.” Shunsui murmured as Starrk blushed violently. “Why don’t you clean it off? With your tongue.” He suggested as Starrk looked around for some tissues. Then he looked at the man beneath him, his eyes wide.

“R-Really?” He asked breathlessly and blushed again as Shunsui laughed. Tentatively going down, he flicked his tongue out and tasted his own cum. It… wasn’t bad. Rather sweet. Reassured, he began to clean the other man off, running his tongue over the plains of his face and pausing on his beard. The feel of those bristly hairs under his tongue… was that supposed to be arousing?

It took a while for him to remove most of the evidence of his accident from his mate. Not all of it… that would only be possible with a bath, but they would have that later. They kissed again and Starrk was sure Shunsui could taste the salty, sweetish flavor of his cum on his tongue. But from the way he deepened the kiss, he didn’t mind. Starrk groaned, his body recovered and registering more interest. He wanted this…

Moving down, he positioned himself before grasping Kyoraku’s cock. It was hard and throbbing and his mate groaned in pleasure as he lowered himself onto it, taking the firm flesh inside himself in a single, smooth move. Starrk’s breathy cry mingled with Shunsui’s moan as he started to move, riding the shinigami with practiced ease. He was getting good at this. He knew exactly how to make it feel amazing… breathing heavily, Starrk looked down into the shinigami man’s face. For the first time, Shunsui was really looking at him, really seeing him. And the lust on his face… Starrk felt a deep warmth inside. He was giving the man this feeling, and he wanted it. That meant something to him.

“Sweet kami, please move faster Starrk.” Shunsui begged, thrusting up into him desperately. Starrk laughed and pinned his hips down, moving at his own pace.

“No. I want more than that from you…” He murmured, his voice full of his own lust. Shunsui groaned in frustration as Starrk kept up that slow, tantalizing rhythm. But gradually the Espada built it up, allowing him more freedom. Finally he released the man’s hips before moving at a deliciously quick, powerful speed. “Shunsui!” Starrk panted as his eyes glazed over. That heavy organ inside him was doing such amazing things to his insides… “Shunsui!”

“Starrk.” The way his mate said his voice, so heavy and full of need, put him over the edge. Starrk cried out as his body was rocked with a powerful orgasm, the pleasure seeming to radiate all through his belly. Shunsui stiffened, cumming inside him with a hoarse cry. Starrk closed his eyes and savored the moment, feeling wonderful and happy and free. It was like all his cares and worries were just gone. There was nothing but this moment.

“Ah, Shunsui.” Starrk murmured as he came down from the high. “We should have a bath.” They were both very dirty. Starrk began undoing the chains, not thinking twice about it. They had done this so many times before. He completely missed the way those grey eyes flickered towards the bed stand, the same intelligent assessment that he’d once faced on a battlefield. He helped Shunsui to his feet without a second thought before turning away.

Starrk did notice, though, when a needle suddenly tore through his back. His eyes went wide as he staggered forward, the drug already fully injected into his system. He turned to look at Shunsui, who just looked at him regretfully.

“I’m sorry, but I must escape.” He said as Starrk’s breath began to come short, in terrified pants. That was strange because he wasn’t really feeling afraid. No… he was feeling intoxicated, off balance, but behind that a very strange feeling was growing. Starrk licked his lips before panting again. Shunsui tried to dart past him but Starrk grabbed his arm, his gaze fixed on the shinigami’s neck, the pulse he could sense there. Then his rational mind intruded and he realized what was happening.

“You… moron… the drugs… are for shinigami…” Starrk managed to say, although from the look on Shunsui’s face he couldn’t understand. “Not… arrancar…” Drool slid down the corners of his lips as Starrk looked at the food in front of him hungrily. He wasn’t supposed to eat it. Why? It was becoming hard to remember. Grey eyes went wide just before Shunsui attempted to kick him in the crotch. The blow hit but Starrk ignored it, hardly even feeling the pain. He just leapt at Kyoraku, knocking him down and pinning him with the strength and weight of his body.

Whimpering in desire and need, he began to lick and suck on the shinigami’s throat. Shunsui was struggling against him but the pain of it hardly registered. He dipped his fangs into that pleasantly sweaty skin and tasted the richness of the blood, the power of the man beneath him. He could have torn the throat out, taken the blood and the soul in one powerful, delicious rush, but what fun would that be? Starrk wanted to savor this. So instead he fastened his lips over that minor would and began to delicate, glorious process of sucking out the shinigami’s soul. The scream under him was meaningless. All that mattered was the beautiful power on his tongue.

The nature of Starrk’s hollow body was all that saved Shunsui. The drug wasn’t designed with a hollow in mind and his body was energetically clearing it out. Starrk had only taken a small fraction of the shinigami’s soul when he suddenly realized what he was doing. Frantically fighting himself, he tried to regurgitate. That made Kyoraku arch in a different kind of torment, as the torn fragment of his soul was returned to him. It would still be faster than letting his body make a new one, Starrk knew. Souls could regenerate but it was a time consuming process and the medics would certainly notice that Kyoraku had been soul sucked. This way, they might not. Starrk felt ill, his whole body cold and shaking as he realized what he had almost done.

“Oh kami. Shunsui, I’m sorry.” He whispered as he stroked his mate’s face. Shunsui was barely clinging to consciousness. “…Although I shouldn’t be sorry. This was all your fault. Didn’t you think that the drug might do something different to me?” He asked, not expecting an answer. He was surprised when eyelids fluttered and Kyoraku gave him a soft, weak chuckle.

“I… did. Just… had to take… the risk…” He breathed and Starrk stared at him for a moment before closing his eyes. Of course he would feel that way. Even if he weren’t being treated with such brutality, Shunsui was a taichou. He needed to get back to Soul Society to report.

“You realize that this is a pocket dimension and your powers are sealed. Even if you got away from me your chances of escaping are practically nil.” Starrk said before shaking his head. Shunsui knew that, too. He just had to try. “I’m getting you a bath.” He desperately needed it now. And Starrk was going to keep him all night. Not for Shunsui’s sake, but to give his soul some time to mend. The damage would be less obvious in the morning. Starrk hoped so, at least.

He didn’t want to be forbidden to see the shinigami.
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After the Defeat	By : AriaDream Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3355 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach nor do I make any money off it.

After the Defeat