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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 31

They were different now. Violence. Destruction. Confinement. It can change the person you once were into something unrecognizable, even to yourself. Hueco Mundo was a desolate place, a desert fit only for the dead and twisted. Yet this is the only home they had now. Trapped, now more than ever. Killing Mayuri was only one sliver of accomplishment, no more than one vile creature gone. Hundreds of Hollows roamed the land outside the walls of Las Noches. Was there a future at all in this bleak landscape?

Uryu lay beside Orihime, their nude bodies molded together after their lovemaking. He held her, staring at the ceiling and wondering about all these things and what was going to happen next. Yes, his pride was restored, but there were scars embedded so deep inside him that no amount of healing would ever make them fade. He had to tell himself the past didn't matter anymore. It was what was ahead that he had to focus on, but it was hard to image a happy ending.

Orihime kept quiet beside him, head cradled against his chest, her warm breath against his skin. They had both felt it when it happened. The reiatsu of the Hollow was as distinct now as it was when Ichigo fought Ulquiorra during the war. If that wasn't enough, Gin had returned with Grimmjow, and what Uryu thought felt like Urahara. It couldn't be good for the former shop keeper, and elusive Shinigami. Just another person to be tortured, and probably killed once Aizen got to him.

"Do you think everything is okay?" Orihime asked softly.

"Hard to say," he answered, arm tightening around her body. "Everything seems calm right now."

"Uryu, what if Gin comes?" she said with surprising calm.

That was in the back of his mind since they felt his return. He knew she was terrified, even if she was putting up a brave face. The man had made it no secret what his intentions were when he faced them last time before his departure. He meant to have Orihime, but Uryu wasn't about to let that happen willingly. Even now he wasn't sure if he was strong enough to take Gin on. This fight would be different than his battle with Mayuri. Gin was much deadlier and even less predictable, but he just couldn't sit aside and let it happen.

"If he does, I'll protect you," he said simply.

"Good," she said, "because I'm going to protect you too." She kissed over the star shaped mark on his chest before laying her head comfortably against him again. "Everything is happening so fast now. Do you think Ichigo will do it?"

"I want to say yes, but I'm having doubts. Ichigo has changed, and we both know it. We've all changed, Orihime, but Ichigo more so."

"Uryu, that's not true."

"He loves Aizen. Do you think he could kill someone he is in love with so easy? Even then, Aizen is still powerful. The bastard is the reason we lost everything and the reason we are in this place now."

"I know, but I can't just accept that Ichigo doesn't want to fight."

"I don't want to accept it either, but right now, I have to go with my gut feeling and it's telling me he isn't dedicated to ending this."

"Maybe it doesn't really matter anymore," she said sadly.

"What do you mean?"

"If he decided to fight Aizen and wins, what then? Our home is destroyed, Uryu. Are we supposed to just live in this wasteland the rest of our lives? Even the thought of death is more horrifying. Soul Society is gone."

"Then we both have been thinking alike," he said, feeling even more uneasy than he had before.

"Being here, thinking is all you can do sometimes."

"Orihime, I can't promise you we will ever be able to leave Hueco Mundo, but if Aizen isn't around to run things anymore, I think we will at least have peace again. That alone is enough to fight for. At least I have to hope it will be."

"You just said you don't believe Ichigo will try."

"Yes, that's why I think we'll have to try ourselves when the time is right. I already know most the Arrancar are no longer happy. I heard as much from Ichigo."

Orihime sat up, the sheet falling to her waist as she shifted to look down at him with watering eyes. He was bound by her beauty and rendered silent by her sadness. He reached and cupped her cheek and she leaned to his touch, placing her hand over his. A tear spilled down her face and he caught it with his thumb, gently wiping it away.

"It has to be Ichigo," She whispered. "He's the only one who can."

"Orihime.."

"You know it's true. I'll fight with him when and if the time comes, and I know you will too, but he has to be the one to go against Aizen."

Uryu pulled her back down to hug her body close. "Then we need to hope that the fool will snap out of this damn spell he's under. If not, our future has already been decided."

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Grimmjow dried his hair with a towel as he stepped into the room where the Hollow was sitting quietly. "Go ahead and wash now if you want," he said as he sat with a deep sigh.

"Thanks, Kitten," he said with a smirk as he went into the bathroom.

"Knock that shit off!" he growled, hearing amused laughter before the sound of the shower starting. Grimmjow still wasn't sure what to make of this. He wanted to talk to Ichigo, but he had a feeling Aizen would prevent that at all costs. It was probably best to keep his distance for now and wait to see if Urahara would be able to work out his idea about the seal holding the zanpakuto.

Gin had cleverly brought them into Las Noches through a entryway that directly passed by the sealed door where the zanpakuto were. They all knew they would not have a lot of time to just stand there before Aizen was aware. Urahara touched the seal for a moment, then merely looked at Gin and nodded for them to move on without a word. He couldn't believe he could have figured it out in so little time. He just hoped the man knew what the fuck he was doing.

Grimmjow listened to the shower running, his mind going in different directions. He didn't want to just sit here and do nothing. He would have a walk around later and connect with the other Espada and see if any of them could give him any idea how things had been going since he left. Right now he just felt useless and lost. Hell, he was even wondering how the big band of Shinigami they left behind were doing right now. <i>Man, I'm turning pathetic.</i>

He closed his eyes and rested his head back on his seat and let his mind drift, trying to relax. He let the sound of the shower lull him to rest, breath soft and deep. Just a bit of sleep, then he could think about all his problems with a fresh mind. He slipped down and welcomed it.

"You're purring, Kitten."

Grimmjow jerked from his semi-sleep and found yellow eyes close to his. "I was trying to sleep, asshole!"

"Yeah, I saw that," the Hollow said, still with that grin pasted on.

"And stop calling my that. It's the last time I'm gonna tell you before I kick you in the ass for it," he said with less venom, unsure he would really be able to raise a hand to him. He was part of Ichigo after all. Dammit, why did he have to look exactly like him? Other than the obvious differences, he was Ichigo's exact twin. He would bet even his cock was the same.

"You look stressed," Hichigo said and stood upright from his crouched position.

"No shit," Grimmjow muttered and rubbed his eyes.

"I know this sucks. I'm not any happier about it, but I'm not going to sit here and be depressed either," he said, watching Grimmjow closely. "We'll figure it all out. We've waiting this long, whats a little more time?"

"That's real fucking optimistic of you, Hollow."

"Sure is for someone that's been locked behind a fucking seal this whole time," he said with a frown. "It's not Hollow. My name is Hichigo. You might want to remember that. Your lover gave me that name."

Grimmjow looked at him and felt his anger melt away. "You want a drink?"

"Yeah."

Grimmjow opened a bottle of wine and poured two glasses for them, handing Hichigo one before he took his own and slumped back in his seat. He drank quiet, watching Hichigo move about the room. There wasn't much to look at. His quarters were just as bland as the rest of Las Noches. White walls, not much in the way of decor. Compared to the cell he had probably been locked in, this room must look like paradise.

Hichigo drank and sat on the bed. It was then that Grimmjow really paid attention to the fact that the idiot had put his dusty clothes back on after his shower. "Hey, get up! You're gonna dirty up my sheets with those dirty robes!"

"Eh?" Hichigo looked down at himself and snorted. "Yeah, sorry about that, but I didn't have anything else to put on."

"Up." Grimmjow went to grab him something to wear, unsure how the fit would be on him, but he needed something clean. "I'm a damn babysitter now," he muttered and he picked a pair of pants and a random shirt, basic garb of the Arrancar in Las Noches. He turned to hand him the articles of clothing and stopped in his tracks when he saw the Hollow before him, fully nude and smirking.

"Those for me, Kitten?"

"Yeah," he whispered. Grimmjow licked his lips, not even trying to hide the fact that he was eyeing his body. It was just as he imagined. Every curve, every muscle, every toned inch of his body was exactly like Ichigo's. The sly smile on Hichigo's lips widened and Grimmjow looked away feeling guilty. He may look like Ichigo, but it wasn't him. He tossed the clothes over. "Get dressed," he said gruffly and picked his glass back up, draining it in two gulps before he poured more. He suddenly felt the need to get good and drunk.

Hichigo slipped the slightly baggy clothes on. "You okay?" he asked with less amusement.

"Just fucking peachy," he said and drank more.

"It's okay you know. Don't need to beat yourself up over it."

"What are you talking about?" He didn't bother with the glass again and just drank from the bottle.

"It's okay to look at me. It's okay to get near me. It's sure as Hell okay for you to touch me."

Grimmjow laughed, but it was not filled with amusement but cold bitterness. "Is that so, Hollow?"

"I said my name is, Hichigo," he said, eyes narrowing slightly.

"Yeah, so you said." He slammed the bottle down on the table and lurched towards him, yanking him close by the shirt he just gave him. He glared into his yellow eyes, their faces so close he could feel his breath against his lips. "You're a cocky fucker, aren't you?"

"Says the Kitten," Hichigo sneered.

Grimmjow yanked his white hair and the struggle was on, both of them wrestling for dominance. Hichigo's finger's dug into his wrist and his grip loosened with the pressure, and he cursed, staggering across the room with him, trying to keep the upper hand. They bumped the table and the bottle of wine shattered on the floor, the deep red wine like a splash of blood.

Maybe it wasn't intentional, maybe it was, but when they bumped against the bed, they both tumbled on it. Their struggle turned into another kind of fight. Grimmjow pinned Hichigo's wrists and they were kissing, deep and ravenous, both of them needing to fill the emptiness they both had without Ichigo. Grimmjow ripped the shirt off him violently, tossing the rag to the floor.

"You just gave me that," Hichigo joked, gasping and tugging down Grimmjow's pants, using his foot to push them off his legs.

"Stop talking, just fuck," Grimmjow rasped and rolled on the bed with him, getting rid of the rest of the bothersome clothing, feeling over his body that was so delightfully familiar. He ran his tongue over warm flesh, the tone like sculpted ivory. He wanted to fuck him right now, hard and deep, but he held back, lowering down, forcing his legs apart. His tongue lapped and circled his opening, teasing the sensitive area until Hichigo was groaning and squirming under the assault. He wet his finger and pressed, gasping heavy as if he were the one being penetrated. He even felt as tight as Ichigo.

Grimmjow pumped and curled his finger, watching Hichigo's reactions, taking in the similarities and differences between he and what he kept to memory of Ichigo. They were both strong, both with a iron will, and both hot as Hell. Slivers of guilt invaded him, even as his loins ached to be inside him. He started to pull back, mind screaming at him to stop, body burning for him to fuck the Hollow until he couldn't scream anymore.

"Don't..please. Don't stop, Grimmjow." He grabbed for him desperately. "I promise, Ichigo won't be mad. He and I both talked about this already." He smiled encouragingly. "I wouldn't lie. You believe me, right?"

Grimmjow looked into his eyes for the truth and saw no deception, but he still kept frozen, unsure. Hichigo eased up and moved close, hand soft on his cock. It sent a jolt of pleasure, one he hadn't felt in a while. Grimmjow gasped, sliding a hand over his thigh, hips jerking when Hichigo's hand pumped his rigid length. Fuck, he felt so good.

"You swear, you're not lying?" he asked brokenly with the building pleasure.

"I'm not." He eased closer, pushing Grimmjow back on the bed before he straddled over his body. "In fact, in essence, you've already fucked me."

"What?"

"It's true what Aizen said. He and I can feel everything the other experiences. I felt you in Ichigo, and I felt him inside you. I feel his pleasure and pain. He and I are one."

"Can he feel us right now?" Grimmjow stroked Hichigo's bobbing cock, smirking slightly when he visibly shivered and gasped out a pleased curse.

"No," Hichigo groaned, both with pleasure and despair. "Aizen is with him right now, so I'm blocking our connection. I don't like being kept away from him."

Grimmjow soured at the mention of that man's name. "That bastard."

"We'll get our Ichigo back. It's just a question of when." Hichigo lifted his ass, hand gripping the base of Grimmjow's erection. "Until then, we can enjoy each other." He hissed, easing over the hard muscle that stretched him, pain and pleasure combined into waves of gratification. "Now, fuck me like you mean it, Kitten." Grimmjow growled and rolled on top of him, no longer holding back his mind or body, thrusting into his new lover, both of them imagining the day when Ichigo could be with them.

AN: Decided to go back through chapters and fix a few glaring mistakes. For several chapters now I have been spelling Las Noches as Los Noches(wrong). And in chapter 29, I kept saying they were heading back to 'Hueco Mundo', when I should have said 'Las Noches'. They are already in Hueco Mundo. *derp* I also spelled zanpakuto wrong several times for some reason. I fixed a few other problems I noticed too. Still, once I am done writing, as I said before, I will go over again to check everything over. I don't like mistakes in my writing, but it happens. I am not perfect, or a professional writer for that matter. I just like doing it, so guess that's all that matters.

Anyway, hope you like the chapters I have been updating lately. Wow, one a month so far this new year. I'm on a roll or something.

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