Adult-FanFiction.org : Bleach

Prisoner of War	By : horrorgal Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 57808 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, nor the characters. I do not profit from this story.

Chapter List
- 29
- 30
- 31
Chapter 30

Ichigo ignored the gritty dust that covered his hair and clothes. A bit of dirt was the least of his concerns as he and Hichigo stood before Aizen in the throne room. His lover had been shrouded in cold silence since he curtly ordered them both to accompany him there. He had yet to take his hand off the hilt of his sword, his grip on it purposeful and solid.

Ichigo could not read his intent, but his own was sure. He was angry, and now that Hichigo was free it had only intensified. Aizen had locked part of him away, undoubtedly with the goal of keeping him there forever. When it came right down to it, he was prepared to defend himself and Hichigo.

"Don't worry, King. He's not about to do something that stupid," Hichigo said aloud, not bothering to keep their conversation secret this time.

"Excuse me?" Aizen said and moved to Hichigo, nearly nose to nose with him. Ichigo stood rock still, watching the exchange with interest. Something about Hichigo's calm, in turn, calmed him as well. He knew what Hichigo said was true, even though he didn't know the reason. Destroying the seal and breaking him out of that prison had accelerated their connection to a even higher level than before.

"You heard me, Lord Aizen," he answered in blatant mockery of the title. The backhand was swift and Hichigo's head rocked back with the impact, yet he laughed it off as if he'd been smacked by a mere child. Ichigo felt a stinging sensation and warm blood on the corner of his lip. He gently touched the cut that had formed and his fingertips came away crimson. He now understood what Hichigo was talking about.

"Ichigo, I..." Aizen's harsh demeanor crumbled as he reached a hand to touch his cheek. He endured the caress, but wouldn't meet his lover's regretful gaze. His eyes fixed on his Hollow to see the wound that matched his own.

"He can't kill me, or you would die too. It goes both ways for us. If you go, I do."

"You're much more talkative than I remember, Hollow," Aizen said with a sigh and sat on his throne. "Things would have been much simpler if I could have destroyed you."

"Nah, you were just gonna let me be Mayuri's pin cushion like four-eyes was," Hichigo said, wandering past Ichigo to move about the room.

"What?" Ichigo needed no other confirmation than Aizen's scathing look he was giving Hichigo as he moved freely about.

"Yeah, Ichigo. You were pretty out of it when Mayuri ripped us apart. We were both still weak at the time. Fucker already had that damn collar around your neck. Lover boy here wasn't around for that part. He was probably too busy getting toys ready for his playtime with you."

"You really do talk too much," Aizen said coldly, drumming his fingers on the armrest.

"I want to hear what he has to say," Ichigo responded, moving closer to Hichigo.

"Mayuri realized it first. Bastard gave me a smack across the face when I talked back, and he noticed a identical cut form on your cheek. You didn't wake, but I knew you felt it from the sound you made. I wanted to rip that fucker's guts out, but he was able to force me into some glass case that dulled my reiatsu even more. Then snake eyes and the blind one came to take you out of there. Didn't know what Aizen wanted you for at the time, but it was obvious after I started to feel what he was doing to you." Hichigo's eyes narrowed as he looked over at Aizen.

"You were going to let Mayuri have him?" Ichigo glared at his lover. "And once he told you about our connection, you just locked him away like I'd never find out about it?!"

"Locking him away was the only option. Count yourself lucky I chose it!" Aizen sneered.

"No! You had another option. You could have let him stay with me. He's part of me and you ripped him out like he was garbage!" Ichigo snapped back.

"You wouldn't have him at all if not for me!" Aizen roared furiously.

"What?" Ichigo whispered. His anger tipped over to confusion as Hichigo pressed close, cheek pressed against his for comfort. Ichigo shivered with the contact once more, arm going around to pull him even closer. "What did you mean by that, Aizen?"

"Getting harder to keep secrets now, isn't it?" Hichigo said, watching the man's shoulders slouch as he sat there on his throne.

"Go on then, Hollow. Tell him all about it since you can't seem to silence yourself," he muttered, looking shell shocked.

"No, I want you to," Ichigo said, stepping away from Hichigo to approach his lover. "Explain to me what you just said."

His eyes were pained as he looked at him. "Ichigo, I.." Aizen sat up in his chair, his words frozen. "Gin."

Ichigo looked at him curiously, then felt it too. It wasn't just Gin. He felt Grimmjow and another familiar reiatsu. He was sure it was Urahara. It had been ages since he felt it, but it was distinct and hard not to remember. He smiled, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders when he concentrated on Grimmjow's. It felt strong. He was safe. For now.

Aizen told him Grimmjow wouldn't be harmed, but he wasn't exactly trustworthy, especially with this current obscure revelation. He wanted to see Grimmjow, and to find out why Urahara was with them, but part of him wanted Aizen to finish first. He deserved to know what had happened in his own past.

"Ichigo, I'll tell you what you want, but for now be patient." He stood and stepped down from the throne in haste.

"I'm coming with you." Aizen looked reluctant, even as he nodded approval. The three of them left the room hurriedly, Hichigo close by his side. "I only ask that you don't interrupt me while I am speaking. Both of you," he said in warning, focusing on Hichigo as he said it.

"Yeah, sure thing, Lord Aizen," the Hollow said with a smirk.

Explain to me again why you love this asshole, Ichigo.

Don't start.

Is it the cock? It can't be his personality.

Hichigo..

I'm just curious, King. I can feel it you know; the way you feel about Grimmjow too. Your heart started beating faster when you felt his reiatsu.

Of course it did. It's been a while and I've been worried about him.

It's not just that and you know it. You really love him.

Yes, I can't deny that.

Ichigo, our connection is so strong that even I feel some love for Grimmjow. I don't know how to explain it. I can tell you this though. The only thing I feel for Aizen is hate.

Ichigo didn't know what to say to that, looking sideways at his twin as they walked along behind Aizen. Physically they felt and experienced the same sensations, being it pleasure or pain, but emotionally they didn't share the same exact feelings as the other on certain things. He hadn't considered or known how problematic this situation would be when he broke Hichigo out of his prison, but he didn't regret it. He felt complete with him there; more relaxed and free.

I get it, Hichigo, but don't cause any trouble. For me, okay?"

I won't. Last thing I want to do is have you mad at me, but what about Aizen? You said you would kill him, Ichigo. Have you really changed your mind?

It's...complicated.

No shit, but that doesn't answer my question.

Not now, Hichigo.

Ichigo cut off the conversation with finality as they stepped in the room where Gin was waiting with his apparent prisoners. Gin was all smiles as he bowed to Aizen in greeting. Ichigo didn't pay him much mind, but noticed the state of Grimmjow. He was dirty, chained by the neck and pissed off. Urahara was in a similar predicament, but his expression gave nothing away as he stood there looking directly at Aizen.

"I do apologize for the long wait, Lord Aizen," Gin said. "You'll be glad to know I disposed of Tosen as you asked." He lifted the bloody bag he was carrying. "His head as proof."

"You've done well, Gin." He looked over Grimmjow and Urahara. "I see you have a bonus. Kisuke can be a formidable opponent. How did you get hold of him?"

"By chance really. When I found Grimmjow, he was with him. I think his time on the run has weakened him, in all honesty."

"Going to keep talking like I'm not here, Aizen?" Urahara said.

"No. I want to know where all the Shinigami are hiding. You're going to tell me."

"I'm sorry, I can't do that." Urahara smiled. "We never stay in one place for long. Always being on the move is the best way to stay undetected. Telling you where they were the last time I knew would prove useless. They'll be long gone by now."

"We'll just see about that," Aizen said, smiling a bit.

Urahara looked away from Aizen to put his attention on Ichigo. "Hey there. You've really grown, Ichigo. Nice to see you're doing well."

"Thanks," he said, unsure of what else to say. There was so much he wanted to ask, but his throat felt too tight. He felt Grimmjow's eyes on him and he turned his head to make eye contact. He wanted to kiss him, hug him, say welcome back even, but he just stood in place. Aizen would forbid it, and might even lash out at Grimmjow for it. It was bad enough seeing him in chains. "Aizen, you promised me," he said softly.

"That I did," he said, stepping over to stand directly in front of Grimmjow. "I'm going to allow you to live. Be grateful I want to keep my lover happy, but I warn you now, if you step out of line, touch Ichigo again, or try to betray me in any way, I will kill you without restraint. Am I clear?"

"Fuck you.."

"Grimmjow, just agree," Ichigo said pleadingly. "For me." Grimmjow's eyes flickered his way, looking none too happy about what he was being presented with. "Please," Ichigo said again, aching to at least touch him after being separated for so long.

Grimmjow looked away. "Fine."

"Tell me you understand," Aizen warned, "without the attitude."

"Yes, I understand, Lord Aizen," Grimmjow said with surprising calm, but his eyes were cold and stormy.

"Good. Gin, release him and give him his sword back."

"As you wish, Aizen." Gin broke the lock and handed him back his blade off his back. "I'd be appreciative if I were you, Grimmjow. Lord Aizen is being very generous." Grimmjow's jaw tighten as he took his weapon back, but said nothing.

"As for Urahara, I want him collared and put in a cell. He is to be guarded at all times. This one can be very tricky," he said, watching Urahara with a keen gaze. He took the bag and looked inside. "Put Tosen's head on a spike outside the palace. Let it be a warning to anyone who opposes me."

"As you wish, Lord Aizen. It will be done," Gin said, taking the head back and leading Urahara away towards the holding cells.

Aizen put his attention back on Grimmjow. "Since you're being so cooperative, I'll allow you to have the Hollow." He grabbed Hichigo's arm and shoved him to Grimmjow.

"Hey!" Hichigo stumbled into Grimmjow and glared back.

"Look at it this way. You can't have Ichigo, but you can have his unsavory copy to amuse you." Aizen chuckled, his mood much improved. "Just be gentle," he added in warning. "You hurt him, Ichigo feels it."

"Heh, and it don't bother you Ichigo will feel anything that's going on with me?" Hichigo said. "I find that hard to believe."

"And I find it hard to believe you both can't somehow dull that connection when you wish it. Am I mistaken?" Aizen looked deep into Ichigo's eyes.

"...Yes, we can do that," Ichigo admitted.

"Fuck sake, King. Why'd you tell him that? He didn't know shit, and you just gave that away!"

"I'm trying to keep everyone I care about alive here, Hichigo! Besides that, Aizen isn't going to allow anything to happen to you that would hurt me. No amount of blocking each other would stop me dying if you did." He watched Grimmjow. "And I know Grimmjow wouldn't hurt you."

"No, I wouldn't," Grimmjow said, refusing to look at Ichigo directly.

"Then it's settled," Aizen said, arm slipping around Ichigo. "Come, you can have a bath and I'll tell you what you want to know, lover. Alright?"

"Okay." He walked off with Aizen, looking back over his shoulder apologetically at the other two men that he loved.

"I really hate that asshole," Grimmjow said with a low growl after they disappeared. "I won't rest until he's dead."

"Take a number," Hichigo said. "If you guys have some kind of plan, I want to know what it is," he muttered and looked at the Espada.

"You look just like him," he said. "I can't decide if that's good or bad."

"You can think about it while we wash up. We both need it. Lead the way, Kitten."

AN: OMG. A chapter out that wasn't a 6 month wait from the last one. The world must be ending or something. Well, Grimmy is back, Hichigo is free and now Urahara is in a cell. Just going to have to wait on what happens next, and to see what Grimmjow thinks of Hichigo's nickname for him. :D
- 29
- 30
- 31
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Prisoner of War