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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 34

Uryu and Orihime both felt Aizen approaching before he knocked on their door. It was a unwanted visit, but one Uryu wasn't exactly surprised about either. She looked startled, her hands fidgeting in the pleated skirt he had made her. He took her arm gently and ushered her back as if that would keep her from any harm. He strode to the door to answer, not wanting to keep the man waiting. The smile on Aizen's face was neither warm or friendly.

"Ishida, nice to see you again."

Uryu felt his skin crawl, but kept his expression neutral, giving him a slight nod. "Aizen." He stood in the doorway, intentionally blocking his path.

Amusement was obvious in his eyes. "Aren't you going to ask me in?"

Internally, Uryu cursed him. "Sorry, of course." He moved aside to let him step in, looking back at Orihime to make sure she was okay. She looked pale, but she stood up straight and looked to Aizen, not showing the fear Uryu had just seen moments before.

"Sorry to intrude, my dear," he said to her. "Ichigo saw fit to drink himself into a stupor last night, and I'm sure he'll be regretting it when he wakes up. Would you mind going to see him and give him a bit of healing?"

"Oh, okay." Her shoulders relaxed a little, and she even gave him a ghost of a smile.

Uryu was sure it wasn't that simple, and Aizen confirmed it swiftly. "Go ahead to our quarters and wake him if you wish. I'm sure he'll be happy to open his eyes to such beauty. Also, take your time, I have something to discuss with your other half here."

"Uryu.."

"It's okay, Orihime. Go on," he said calmly, feeling anything but on the inside.

"Yes, dear. No need to worry yourself," Aizen added and waved her along to the door that still stood ajar.

She stood unmoving for a moment more before she left, looking back at Uryu with concern in her eyes one last time before she closed the door shut behind her. The silence was uncomfortable, close to feeling claustrophobic as Uryu moved to the small kitchen to make tea like he would for any other guest. Mainly he just wanted to keep his hands and mind busy and try to ignore the fact that a man that had sexually tortured him for hours was standing at his back like a icy shadow.

"You're looking healthy, Ishida. Time with Orihime has done wonders for you," Aizen mused as he watched him.

"Being free of that psychopath played a part in that," Uryu said back, not even trying to hide the loathing he still felt for Mayuri, even after his death. He didn't like the sound of the chuckle Aizen answered with. "What did you want to talk about?" he pressed, wanting to get whatever it was over with.

"There are a few concerns that need to be discussed," Aizen said.

Uryu kept his back turned to him, watching the tea pot closely, willing the damn thing to heat the water up faster. He wasn't pleased with this as it was, but now he was growing more disturbed. What concerns could he possibly want to talk about with him? He was probably angry about losing his freak scientist, that Uryu was sure of, but what else did he want? Uryu reached to get the tea cups, but Aizen beat him to it, reaching around him, his chest close against his back. His body shuddered involuntarily with the undesirable contact.

"You seem nervous," Aizen said as he set two cups down lightly on the counter before he finally moved. Uryu let out the breath he was holding. "Could it be that you remember every second of our time together that day I was forced to punish you?"

Was this some kind of sick joke? He gripped the side of the counter, eye focused on the cross that hung from his wrist. If his objective in coming here was to piss him off, he was succeeding. Uryu wanted to release his bow and attack him, shoot him right in his cocky face, but he knew he would be too slow. He only tensed up more when Aizen's hand slide over his hip.

"I wouldn't suggest it," Aizen said, continuing to read his body language with such ease that he might as well have been reading his mind. "Now turn around. I want to see your face, not the back of your head."

Uryu turned and forced himself to look Aizen in the eyes, head tilted up slightly at the taller man. His height was not so much, but his power alone made him seem a giant in that moment as they stood there, one waiting for the other to talk or attack. Aizen's hand moved to his wrist, tracing his fingers over the cross. That action only made Uryu's disgust deepen.

"What is it that you want from me, Aizen? Furious at me for killing your insane lackey?"

"Insane he may have been, but he was very useful to my cause. One of the few that was completely loyal to me."

"I'd kill him again if I could. I don't regret it," Uryu said.

"I know you would. The proud Quincy that you are." His fingers slipped tighter around Uryu's wrist and he lifted his arm between them until the cross dangled and swung before both their eyes. "Proud and strong, but I am not Mayuri, and you do not have a chance of killing me." Uryu grit his teeth as his fingers dug in. "A proud and strong Quincy you may be, but you are hundreds of years too early and nothing more than a human with a few magic tricks up your sleeve. You and I both know this. It's just a sad fact that you must live with."

Uryu's eyes narrowed as he kept his voice in check. He did not want to give the bastard the satisfaction of whimpering in pain, even as he squeezed so hard it felt like his bones were grinding together. "What do you want?" he said through clenched teeth.

"I want your loyalty, Ishida."

"W...what?" Aizen smiled just as the tea pot whistled in a high pitch. Aizen released him and swiftly took up the tea pot and began to tell Uryu exactly what he was going to do.

~~~

Orihime thought only of Uryu, worried from the moment she left their room, and even beyond as she healed Ichigo of his hangover. She and Ichigo spoke about the things that had transpired recently, like Urahara being locked up in the prison. It didn't seem possible for him to be in that situation. She remembered Urahara being one of the strongest shinigami she had ever met, and knowing he was wasting away in a cell make her heart ache. The whole situation seemed even more dire now. It was only a matter of time before they started hunting down the others again.

Ichigo wasn't as troubled about it as he used to be. It unsettled her to see him talk about Aizen with love in his eyes. Ichigo was supposed to be their hope, but that hope was slipping further away from them the longer he was in contact with Aizen. Grimmjow's return, and even Hichigo's release had not doused Ichigo's growing love for the man. She was afraid, and she couldn't even tell Ichigo. He was the reason for some of her fear. She didn't want to believe the man she once loved was turning into something that could embody evil. Aizen was just that. Evil, cruel and coldhearted to his very core.

When Aizen came back, he let her go on her way. She passed him, eager to get back to Uryu, but what he whispered to her as she passed sent a chill through her that she couldn't understand. "Ishida really loves you. More than you can possibly know." She just smiled nervously as she rushed out the door, neglecting to even say goodbye to Ichigo.

Orihime ran all the way back, not sure what to expect, but praying he was okay. When she went through the door, he was sitting quietly on the sofa, his thoughts so deep that he didn't notice her until she said his name. When he looked at her his eyes were blank, but they came alive in a split second. Still, she remained anxious. She asked what happened, but he shook his head and told her not to worry. Neither of them was in trouble and wouldn't be as long as they did not try to cause some kind of uprising. Orihime did not hold such illusions as things sat now. They needed Ichigo for that and he was...lost.

She also suspected he and Aizen talked about more than he was letting on, but she didn't push the issue, clinging to him when he pulled her close for a hug. He kissed her and her worry lessened, slipping to the deepest corner of her mind. He didn't speak as he led her to the bedroom where he stripped her down, hand and mouth caressing her skin, arousing her as only he could. He made love to her, slow and tender at first, then frenzied, his thrusts jarring her body until she was crying out, over and over.

By the time he climaxed into her, they were both gasping for breath and bathed in sweat. He tried to move, but she held him there atop her, running her fingers through his hair. Her loins throbbed pleasantly as he softened within her walls. Only when his breath had calmed, did she let him move. He pulled her against his side and she spooned his body, resting her head on his chest. The sound of his heartbeat lulled her as her eyes closed. She felt his hand caress over her hip then over her belly and she smiled.

"I'll never let anything happen to you, Orihime," he whispered. "I promise."

"I know," she whispered back. A sweet vow to make, and he had said similar things before, but now the dread was slinking it's way back to the forefront of her mind like a bad omen. In time she drifted as he held her close, her dreams a strange twist of past, present and future, all of it dark and foreboding.

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Uryu lay there, cradling her body to his, listening to her breath slow into that deep place of sleep. Orihime wasn't a fool. He could tell she knew something was wrong, but at least she hadn't hammered him with questions. He owed it to her to be truthful, but this... He wasn't sure he could confess what he must do to keep her safe. He snuggled her close, looking at his Quincy cross that still graced his wrist that ached from Aizen's grip and thought about what that bastard had said once more.

"Sit down, Uryu."

"The tea.."

"Sit."

Uryu did as he asked, sitting at the small kitchenette table. Oddly, Aizen finished up the tea for him, humming low as he did so. It was eerie, watching a man that was practically a God moving around in a kitchen as if it came to him naturally. He was more anxious about what exactly Aizen had meant about loyalty.

"Here you are." Aizen sat a cup in front of Uryu and took his own to the seat directly across from him and gracefully sat, his eyes sharp and focused. Uryu ignored the cup and the throb in his wrist, staring back, hands folded on his lap, absently touching over his cross. Just knowing it was there made him feel a little better. Stronger and calm, as much as he could be.

"You were speaking of my loyalty," Uryu said, voice much lower than he meant it to be.

"Let me tell you about my subordinates, Uryu." He took a moment to take a sip of tea. "Tosen. He was very loyal. From the very beginning he wanted to be part of my cause. He respected me, took orders with no question, but then he started to do something that angered me. I find that even after his death, it still displeases me." He chuckled as if it was a joke and sipped more tea.

"What did he do?" Uryu said, playing along. He didn't have much of a choice.

"He questioned my relationship with Ichigo, one too many times."

"Is that why you wanted him dead?"

"Part of the reason, yes, but no that wasn't exactly why I made the decision. He was taking much too long to perform a simple task I sent him out to do, so I had to send Gin to get it done. It just felt like Tosen's loyalty was waning before then, even if he himself didn't realize it was."

"I see."

"Do you?" Uryu averted his eyes. "Perhaps not," Aizen added. "Aren't you going to drink your tea?"

Uryu felt numb as he moved his hand and lifted the cup to his lips to sip. He barely tasted it as the warm liquid spilled over his tongue. He drank it all in three swallows, increasingly troubled by Aizen's presence and the fact that he talked about killing people so easily for minuscule things. He hated being this close to him.

"Thirsty I see." Uryu looked down at the empty cup as he sat it back on the saucer. "Perhaps you need something stronger?"

"We don't have alcohol."

"I can remedy that. I'll have a few bottles of my best wine sent over for you and Miss Inonu," he said nonchalantly.

"That's not necessary."

"I insist." The cold smile on his lips reached his eyes. "Now, on to what I was talking about. Gin, he is...what he is. A snake. Oh, he does what I ask without question, even more so than Tosen did, but there is something there behind that smile of his the reeks of betrayal. With Gin though, I've seen that in him from the beginning. I find him very useful and worth the risk, but as of late I have to evaluate how much the betrayal is overcoming the loyalty. You understand what I'm saying?"

"I'm not sure I want to." Aizen stood and Uryu felt his back go stiff. If he had pissed Aizen off with his answer, he couldn't tell, but he couldn't see his face anymore when he walked around to stand behind his chair. Uryu wanted to move, but he thought it would be best to stay where he was. He was brushing his fingers over his cross again without realizing it, like a priest deep in prayer. He felt the weight of Aizen's hands press on his shoulder and he bit the inside of his cheek, telling himself not to jerk away. This game was going farther than he would have liked.

"Gin was promised Orihime long ago, but I said he had to wait, let her blossom a little more. I had my reasons. I wanted Ichigo to take her virginity. You may be asking yourself why I would want that." His hands massaged his stiff shoulders as he spoke. "Truthfully, I just wanted to watch him fuck her." His laugh was filled with delight. "Quite the aphrodisiac that was."

"Don't talk about her like that!" Uryu's anger got the better of him and he attempted to get up and yank away from his touch, but Aizen roughly pushed him back on the seat and his body bumped the table in the process, causing his cup and Aizen's to fall off the table. The shatter of the china was like the sound of bullets in the small quarters of the room. Aizen's hand slide around his throat to emphasize his warning.

"Be. Still." His hand lingered until he was satisfied, trailing it back to his shoulder where it held firm. Uryu knew he could kill him at any time, as simply as stepping on a bug if he wished. He didn't want to die. What would happen to Orihime if he did? "That's better. Wouldn't do to have you stressing yourself so much."

"Why are you doing this?"

"It will become clear soon enough. Let me ask you this. Gin came to see you two before he left to find Tosen, did he not?"

"Yes, he came by," he answered.

"Did he say or do anything I should know about?"

"Like what?"

"It's a simple question."

"I don't know. He was as vile as any other time I've been around him." This line of questioning was strange to be sure. From the feel of Aizen's tightening grip on his shoulders, he wasn't happy with the answers he was getting.

"How did you break your limiters, Uryu? Surely you had to be able to, killing Mayuri as you did, and what you did was obviously planned."

"I just...did it. I'm assuming my reiatsu had finally strengthened enough to overcome them."

"Did Gin even once touch them when he came to see you? Do tell me the truth. Doing otherwise would be very bad for your and Miss Inoue's health."

Uryu remembered it very clearly. The memory still disgusted him. "Yes, he touched them. He...licked them."

Aizen laughed. "That sounds like Gin." The strength of his fingers lessened on his shoulders and he went back to rubbing them. Uryu just wanted him to stop, but sat frozen. "Did he say anything about your sweet Orihime?"

"He said something about you telling him she was his."

"Indeed." Aizen said.

"I can't remember much else. The whole thing was just unpleasant," he said, thinking the same about his current situation.

"Don't worry, you've told me enough to satisfy my curiosity." Aizen touched his hair, the caress far too intimate for his taste.

"You aren't going to give her to him, are you?" Uryu asked.

"I had planned on it, but lucky for you, Gin decided on his own that she belonged to you. Strange, don't you think? Gin has been going on about her since we brought you all here, and all of the sudden he just lets her stay with you."

"Maybe he just changed his mind," Uryu suggested, feeling relief and confusion at once. Surely Gin hadn't done that out of the kindness of his heart.

"If only that was plausible. I'm not stupid enough to believe a man like Gin would just give someone as enticing as her up." He sighed, as if distraught about it. "Then there was that issue with how he brought Urahara and Grimmjow back in chains, with Tosen's head in a bag. They might as well have all had big bows on them. It was too perfect. Too staged. He has yet to give me the whole story of how he accomplished this grand entrance he made."

"What exactly are you saying?" Uryu said, chilled by the way Aizen was dissecting the whole scenario.

"I'm saying, I no longer trust Gin to any extent. I knew it would happen eventually. I just didn't know exactly when or how it would occur." He brushed Uryu's hair behind his ear, the touch like a lover's. Uryu moved his head slightly, unable to endure it any longer. Aizen was not bothered by his distress, tracing his fingers along the side of his neck instead. "Out of all the shinigami that are now loose in my domain, he brings me back the one that has always been a enigma. Urahara is a genius, parallel to me. The man even managed to make me believe I had killed him, and I'm the one that's supposed to be the master of illusion."

"What does any of this have to do with me?"

Aizen heightened Uryu's unease as he leaned down, lips close to his ear. "I found over the years that loyalty does not truly come from respect, the sharing of beliefs or even power alone. No, it's fear that can make them loyal beyond measure. I've never trusted the arrancar and espada. They were a means to an end for me. Nothing more. The only one I trust completely in this moment is Ichigo. His love for me is the concrete that solidifies it. You though, I think we can come to a wonderful arrangement that can make me trust in you as well."

"Why would you want someone as weak as me in your favor?" Uryu muttered. He didn't see himself as weak, but Aizen was right. He had no chance against him.

"I do like your spirit. The Quincy were a very proud people, and I see it in you."

"What do you want?"

"Urahara will not answer my questions. Ichigo even spoke to him, but he was no more successful."

"Wait. Ichigo went to question him for you?" Uryu turned his head to look at him and regretted it. Aizen's face was close, but he felt compelled to keep eye contact.

"No, he went to see him without my knowledge, but I found out. Urahara was not abundant with information. I think he does not trust Ichigo, because he knows how close he is with me. You on the other hand, despise me."

Uryu's lips thinned. "What difference does that make?"

"See, I like that. You didn't try to deny it."

"Are you going to get to the point?"

"As you wish. I want you to visit Urahara. Get him talking, let you in on any secrets he might be holding. I want to know why he's really here." Aizen's eyes were filled with such fury that it made Uryu look away again. "You will do this. If not, I'm afraid I'll have to do to your lovely lady what I did to you, and I'll make you watch."

"Don't you touch her." Uryu's stomach felt like icy, loathing and fear collided within him, but what could he do but obey?

"I won't, as long as you do everything I say. You will not speak to Ichigo about it. You will not tell Orihime. Is that understood?"

Uryu swallowed against the gorge he felt rising. He hated Aizen. Loathed him. Wanted him dead. "I understand," he said, his voice a rasp. His throat felt too dry, and the room was much too hot. Aizen appeared satisfied and stood back up to give him space.

"You should clean that up before she gets back," Aizen said and gestured towards the broken cups and spilled tea on the floor.

None of it felt real. It was like he was moving in slow motion as he got up and knelt to the floor to pick up the shards. Aizen was content to watch him in silence as he went about the task. He tossed the ruins in the trash and wiped up the tea in matched silence. Only when he was finished did Aizen speak again.

"Oh yes, before I go." Uryu turned to look at him. "Your perception probably isn't strong enough, and it is probably too early for Orihime to tell..." He stopped a moment, as if mulling over what to say.

"What?"

"I should really wait, but I can't seem to contain myself." He looked directly at Uryu and grinned. "She carries your child in her belly. I could feel it's reiatsu already." Uryu leaned against the counter for support. He wanted to believe he was lying. "Congratulations," Aizen said. He left him to his thoughts and to the sound of his retreating footsteps.

~~~

Uryu watched her sleep, hand light on her stomach. He had two people to keep safe now. He only had to betray people he considered friends to do it. If Orihime found out, would she hate him for it? She muttered in her sleep and he wrapped his arms around her protectively. She was worth more than anything, even his own honor.

He fell into a fitful sleep, filled with dreams of violence and sorrow, scenes moving so fast that he could scarcely keep up with what he was seeing. Bodies lay scattered over Hueco Mundo, the blood so thick that even the dull sand became a dark red. Smoke rose into the pitch black sky, and screams of anguish echoed from everywhere. Hell itself could not be worse than this. He saw him then. Was he the one responsible for this carnage? Ichigo walked towards him, sword dripping with gore from the fallen, chest bare to show the glow of the Hogyoku that resonated there.

"Ichigo?" His voice sounded muffled like being under water, yet he could breath.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Ichigo asked, voice a sinister mixture of his own, the Hollow and what had to be the Hogyoku. The grin on his face stretched farther than it should have been possible, his teeth sharp like that of a wild animal instead of a man. His eyes.. The yellow and black of his eyes. "Do you like what we have done, Uryu?" Uryu's voice caught in his throat. He couldn't move, eyes focused on the blade that rose above him. "I'll make you beautiful too." The sword arched down towards his face, and all he could do was scream.

Uryu jerked awake, heart hammering in his chest. Orihime wasn't beside him, and he soon understood why as he shook off the nightmare. He heard her in the bathroom vomiting. He sat up. "Orihime?" His voice was a croak.

"I'm..okay.." The toilet flushed and he heard the sound of the sink and her brushing her teeth. He rubbed his eyes, groggy and chilled from the dream that was now losing it's hold. He tried to remember what it had been about, but it was floating away faster than he could keep up with.

He cleared his throat and pushed to sit on the edge of the bed. "You sure you're okay?" he asked again, voice stronger this time.

She came out, looking a little pale, but just as beautiful as ever. "I'm okay. Just woke up with a bit of a upset stomach, but it's passing now."

Uryu knew what it probably was. Should he tell her, or let her figure it out on her own? He looked at her and knew he had to. Could she be happy, having a child in this world? He wasn't even sure if he was ready for this, but they would do what they had to. "Orihime, come sit down. I have to tell you something."

AN: Sorry for another long wait. Again, I didn't go in depth with the sex scene, only because it tends to bother people if it's a yaoi based story, plus I didn't see the point in having a long drawn out scene of it anyway. This chapter wasn't really about the sex. Thanks to those that are still reading this story that is taking me ages to write. I appreciate it.
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