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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 36

Gin was never one to be surprised by anything, and when the muscled wall of arrancar barred his path to the dungeons below, he was not in the least shocked. Being denied was enough in itself to know his assumptions were correct. He merely smiled at the mountain of a man and promised to return at a later time before he turned and went back to meet Grimmjow with the news, or lack of. From what he had shared about Uryu's frazzled, and very bloody appearance, it was rather obvious what had occurred.

Boredom was something Aizen detested, and with boredom brought out his more sadistic side. It was commonly known by now that one of Aizen's hobbies, as it were, was to toy with what he considered his personal playthings, and Uryu Ishida was the guest of honor now that Ichigo was more the Lord's equal. Pity for the poor boy after being Mayuri's test subject as long as he had been.

It wasn't impossible to guess who's blood it had been. The only true prisoner being held within the dungeon walls was Kisuke. Gin had expected Aizen to be suspicious from the moment he stepped back within Las Noches with Tosen's neatly wrapped head and chained prisoners in tow. No plan was apt to fool Aizen completely, yet Gin agreed to go along with it. Alternatives were nonexistent and time was growing shorter for all of them. Through it all, Gin kept smiling, the reptile within him pleased and rampantly eager for the battle that undoubtedly lay ahead.

"It took you long enough."

Gin shut the door behind him. "Really, I wasn't gone for very long, Grimmjow. You never have learned the meaning of patience." He walked casually to the sofa and sat, relaxing in the manner of a man whom was just having a friendly visit. "You wouldn't want to lose another limb for jumping the gun, now would you?"

"I will fucking ruin you!" Grimmjow made a move towards him. Hichigo stepped in his way, looking just as pissed, but more calm than Gin expected of the hollow.

"Did you see Urahara or not, Smiley?" Hichigo asked, keeping his hand rooted against Grimmjow's chest.

"No, I did not. The guard insisted that I was not allowed. I could have cut him down, but I'm not ready to get on Aizen's bad side just yet. He already has his doubts about me as it is."

"All the more reason to stop sitting around, don't you think?" Grimmjow said.

"We have to wait for the right moment. End of argument. Besides, I don't have to see Kisuke to know something happened to him. Though he's not dead. Aizen wouldn't want that."

"How can you know for sure?" Hichigo asked.

"Aizen would have killed him himself as soon as we arrived that day instead of putting him in a cell. He's keeping him alive for a reason."

"Maybe I can get Ichigo to have a look," Hichigo suggested.

"I wouldn't trust him with that." Gin's smile widened.

"I trust him more than you," he remarked.

"Perhaps you aren't as stupid as I once thought then."

"He's not stupid, asshole," Grimmjow grumbled. His fingers kept flexing into hard fists, but he kept his distance all the same.

"Does this mean you've given up on your happily ever after with Ichigo, Grimmjow? You seem to have grown attached to his pale twin here." He leaned in his seat to watch the both of them. "I'm curious. Does his ass feel exactly the same as his Master's?"

Grimmjow went for him again, but the hollow stopped his advance for a second time. The espada wasn't happy about it, but he backed off with a string of curses, pounding down a glass to pour himself a stiff drink. Gin felt a twinge of amusement, but it really didn't give him much joy. He was just as anxious as they were, but he couldn't let it show. The last thing he wanted was for anyone to like him. That would just cause more complications that he didn't want or need. Prodding Grimmjow to anger wasn't helping matters either, but it did pass the time.

"Once Ishida is in a position of privacy, perhaps I can question him on the matter," he suggested. "He is the one that was hands on with the current situation."

"I'm sure Aizen will be keeping tabs on him," Grimmjow said with a sneer.

"Most certainly, but he will be easier to get to than Kisuke at the moment." He stood to leave. He had no more information to give and even Hichigo with his neutral facade was most likely tiring of his presence. That did amuse him, but he saved his humor for another time. "If anything of importance happens, I will let you know. I'll assume you'll give me the same courtesy if either of you find or hear something of interest." He gave them a little wave as he made his exit.

Hichigo rolled his eyes when he was gone and went to join Grimmjow for a drink. "That guy is a thorn in the ass," he said as he took the glass Grimmjow handed him.

"You should have let me bust him in the mouth," he said, his anger still not completely gone. In fact he looked even more infuriated with his absence.

"What good would that have done? You both would have battled it out and trashed the room, and we didn't need that kind of attention right now."

"You can't tell me you didn't want to rip that smile right off his damn face," Grimmjow said and downed his drink.

"Of course I did, but it would have been pointless. He's just a mind fucker. I know, because I am one, or was with Ichigo back in the day."

"What do you mean?"

"Stirring shit in his inner world. Fighting with him, but I was really training him. Had to put up this big front though, like I wanted to kill him." Hichigo smiled. "He was so green back then. Mind fucking him was easy." He took a drink with a satisfied sigh. "Then I literally wanted to fuck him."

"So, Gin wants to fuck us?" Grimmjow said jokingly and laughed.

Hichigo smiled. He preferred seeing his Kitten in better spirits. "He has to keep up that mysterious and vile air. I understand, because I did for a long time. Still, I won't trust him completely. Which means he's really fucking good at it, or really hiding something. Either way, we have to work with him, so try to blow off his attempts to get to you."

"I'll try, but you didn't see Uryu. He looked almost as white as you, and all that blood."

"Whatever happened, Urahara is a strong guy. And Uryu, he'll still have his pride. Whatever he did, it's because he wasn't given a choice. That I'm pretty sure of."

"I hope you're right."

"Maybe I should still try to ask Ichigo though. I'm sure he could check on what's going on."

"No, not yet. We'll give Gin a few days. If he doesn't come back with anything, then try."

"....I miss talking to him. He's part of me, and I of him, and I can't even fucking get close to him." Hichigo ground his teeth and took the bottle to pour himself more. "Aizen is going to destroy him if we don't get this shit done." He looked at Grimmjow and saw the same pain mirrored in his blue eyes.

"Aizen won't kill him."

"That's not the kind of destruction I'm talking about, and you know it."

Grimmjow took the bottle and went to the sofa to sit without answering. He didn't need to. Hichigo followed and sat beside him, sharing the rest of the bottle between them. It barely gave him a buzz, but at least he felt warm, and a little bit horny. Horny was always good, and being they couldn't do much else but wait, he welcomed it. He pushed the empty bottle out of the way and straddled over Grimmjow's lap and looked him in the eyes.

"Gin doesn't need to know shit, but you can answer me." Hichigo leaned in, nibbling on Grimmjow's bottom lip. "Do I feel just like Ichigo, or.."

"Yes, but you feel different at the same time," Grimmjow muttered soft, letting out a soft breath against his lips. "Ichigo is himself, and you are you." Hichigo sucked on the fingers that Grimmjow pressed to his mouth, sliding his tongue around and between the digits. "Yeah, get them wet, you're gonna need it," Grimmjow purred, thrusting his fingers against his hot tongue. He chuckled, a husky sound, as he pulled his fingers free and saw a string of saliva. He had gotten them soaked. His other hand yanked the back of Hichigo's hakama to expose his ass, his wet fingers following, sliding over warm flesh to his opening. In his straddled position, it was easy to find the puckered bud that waited for him.

"Not even gonna undress me first, Kitten?" Grimmjow's answer was a firm press and slide of his fingers. Hichigo hissed and rocked his hips slow, his hard cock pressed firm against the cloth of his hakama. The friction was feather light compared to the rough thrust of Grimmjow's fingers. He let out a low groan and licked over Grimmjow's partially opened lips, grinding down against his hand. His lover's tongue met his own, sharing the taste of the alcohol they had consumed together.

"Mn, ease up or you're gonna snap my fingers off," Grimmjow said with a soft growl in the back of his throat. He gripped Hichigo's hip, curling his fingers inside his tunnel, pumping them in and out as deep as he could. His muscles hugged and clenched as he massaged his inner walls, fingertips hitting against the hard marble that was his prostate. Hichigo's breath went ragged and he cursed in reply, digging his nails in the back of Grimmjow's neck.

"You're gonna make me spurt in my pants it you keep doing that," he complained, but it didn't sound like a complaint at all. He let a laugh slip though his moans of pleasure. "Don't fucking stop."

"I got an even better idea." Grimmjow slipped his fingers free.

"Asshole!"

"I'm gonna make it good, don't bitch. Get up and get your clothes off. Then I want you to bend over this sofa."

"Hm, alright, but don't stop this time. I hate blue balls." Hichigo moved off him and started to undress as he spoke. "Should we really wait a few days to try talking to Ichigo?" he asked offhand, dropping his hakama to the floor.

"I'm getting ready to do dirty things to you, and you want to ask that now?"

"I know, I'm sorry." He pressed his nude body against Grimmjow and touched over the scar on his chest that Ichigo had given him. It seemed like a lifetime ago. "I want to be close to him, and I know you do too." Grimmjow tried to avert eye contact, but Hichigo wouldn't let him, slipping a hand up to grip his jawbone and force him to look him in the eyes. "You want to see him too, just admit it."

"Fuck yes, I do, but there isn't a damn thing I can do about it right now. Aizen.."

"What about him? He's probably too busy with Uryu to notice if we had a little visit, right? Call me a heartless asshole, but lets take advantage or Uryu's pain to relieve some of our own."

"You want to play a dangerous game," Grimmjow warned, but the press of his erection was doing well to sway his caution. Hichigo answered with a mischievous grin, as if he already knew Grimmjow's decision.

~~~

Ichigo was apprehensive as he made his way to meet up with Grimmjow and Hichigo. Hichigo has said it was important. What it was, he didn't know, and his hollow refused to tell him through their mental link, insisting it would be better face to face. Aizen was busy, had been for the last several days, so the chance of him finding out was minimal at best. Besides, he missed both men terribly. It was worth the slight risk just to see them, if only for a few minutes.

He headed down one of the few corridors that led to several rooms that were used for storage. He had not been there, but maybe a few times since he was brought here to Las Noches. There really had been no need to, but it seemed it had a use as of now. He went to the door that Hichigo had indicated and tapped on it, waiting for a response. The door opened and a white hand darted out and pulled him in the room.

"Hey, King," Hichigo said, as he was pulled further into the room that was full of boxes and unused furniture. The door closed behind them, most likely locked by Grimmjow to ensure their privacy.

"What's this about?" Ichigo asked, slipping his arms around him, breathing in his scent. Their previous reunion had been far too short. He felt Grimmjow press against his back and he found himself comfortably sandwiched between them. His body got the better of him, and all sense left his mind. Damn, but he missed them both so much. He loved Aizen deeply, but the same could be said for Hichigo and Grimmjow. He couldn't control his feeling, it just was.

"Talk can come after," Hichigo said and kissed him. What followed was wordless abandon. They didn't need words, only the euphoria of each other.

The three of them undressed each other with hurried hands, rushing both from desire and the need to take advantage of the short time they might have. There wasn't a bed, or even a plain mattress in the room, but there were large pillows they threw in a pile that worked just as well. Ichigo would have been just as happy to fuck on the floor. He just wanted them both, his desperation growing with each kiss and touch of warm fingertips. They slid down on the mountain of pillows in a tangle of arms and legs, bodies grinding and gyrating.

Ichigo lowered over Hichigo, lips tracing down over his hard stomach, teasing his tongue over the white flesh. He could feel the sensation as if it was being done to him. Their connection was electric, the two of them bound by flesh. Grimmjow's touch was no less satisfying as he felt the espada rub his back and lower over his ass. He felt the warm, slick slide of his tongue toy around his entrance, arousing the tight ring of muscle until it started to pucker for more. He bit back a moan as he spread his legs wider in offering, gasping when his hot tongue darted and teased wildly. He wrapped his lips around Hichigo's swollen cock, taking the hard muscle deep into his mouth to suck on him until he felt like he couldn't hold out anymore.

Grimmjow's erection pressed to his prepared opening and he let Hichigo's member slip from his mouth. His body felt more than alive, the sensations bordering on transcendence of the flesh. He lifted his back side up against him and pulled Hichigo lower, spreading his ivory thighs open to find his opening. The head of the espada's cock teased, not quite pushing in. He arched more insistently, needing to feel Grimmjow inside him after being apart for so long.

"Ichigo, please." Hichigo grabbed at his cock and stroked, his whole body trembling with the shared pleasure of flesh. "Fuck me." Ichigo let out a breath and lowered against him, pressing the head against his anus with a soft thrust. It felt like his body was pulled to him as he slipped all the way inside his warmth with no resistance. Nothing he felt before was like this. He could feel himself thrusting into Hichigo, his tunnel constricting and throbbing like he was literally inside himself and when Grimmjow slid into him it just increased what already felt like the height of pleasure. Connected, the three of them shared what no other could. Their bodies moved as one and Ichigo swam in it all until he was drowning with them, his body belonging to them and no other, if only in this one moment in time.

~~~

Gin was tempted to play at being a voyeur, but he thought it best to keep his distance after he watched Ichigo being pulled into the room to meet his liaisons. He knew Hichigo and Grimmjow wouldn't heed his advice on getting Ichigo involved. The two of them were far too easy to predict, and that could be bad for them both if they didn't wise up. It wouldn't do for Aizen to find the trio diddling each other in the back rooms. They could thank him later for making sure Lord Aizen would stay occupied so they could enjoy their secret threesome.

When he entered the throne room, Aizen was busy being far too intimate with Ishida, whispering something in his ear that made the Quincy's mouth curve into a grimace. By the look, the young man had been allowed to wash the blood away and his soiled clothes were nowhere to be seen, replaced by basic arrancar whites. The young man in question looked his way when he heard him enter, his expression one of dashed hope. Perhaps he was wishing Ichigo would walk in on his lover being a bit too hands on with him. Aizen followed his gaze as he kept his arm around Ishida and smiled to his subordinate. Gin read nothing friendly or welcoming in it, but that didn't surprise him either.

"Good afternoon, Lord Aizen, Ishida."

"To you as well," Aizen responded. Ishida nodded slightly, but said nothing as he eased out of Aizen's reach. "How is the training going?" he asked as he walked to the bar to pour Gin a drink.

"A fair amount of progress. A select few of the new arrancar look like they might actually be useful." He accepted the glass Aizen handed him.

"I'm pleased to hear it." Aizen poured another glass and attempted to hand it to Uryu.

"I'd rather not have anymore," Uryu said, giving the door to freedom a glance.

"Don't be silly, Uryu. Sit. Relax. Have another drink." He pressed Uryu down on a chair and pushed the glass in his hands. No, this was no request, it was an order. Gin knew it and so did Ishida. Aizen didn't take his eyes off of him until he took a sip. "Good."

"It is good wine. No use in wasting it," Gin said cheerfully. He didn't think Ishida's face could fall any further than it already was. Aizen was indeed enjoying his new toy. He was curious how Ichigo would react to this, but at the moment he was oblivious to his friends torment. Aizen surely meant to keep it that way. Gin took a seat as well and decided to broach the subject of Kisuke head on. "How is our prize prisoner fairing?"

"Comfortably locked away as he should be," Aizen said with a hint of a smile, but his eyes were keen on him. Ishida's head was bowed and he was as quiet as a shy child. At least it was obvious he was regretful and ashamed for what he had done, so not likely he was going to turn into a bloodthirsty fiend. Also, by his shamed body language, it was indeed Kisuke's blood that he had been covered in. How clever of Aizen to use such a tactic. "He will stay there for some time to come. We wouldn't want any more unnecessary death, now would we?" he said, pushing stands of hair from Uryu's cheek as he hovered over his slouched shoulder.

"I'm sure Kisuke will have his uses, Lord Aizen," Gin said with his best smile. The sound of breaking glass grabbed his attention and he saw wine, shards of glass and blood on Ishida's hands and lap. The young man had shattered it in his hands, yet he didn't make a sound or even react to what he had done.

"What a mess," Aizen said with a sigh. "And on your nice new clothes I just gave you." Aizen took his wrists to get a better look at his hands. "You've gone and cut yourself as well." He pulled Ishida up by his arm. Gin observed that he looked more amused than angry with Ishida's small form of rebellion. "Go on home to your lovely lady for today. If I need you for anything else, I'll call for you, Uryu." He gently pushed him towards the doors and they both watched him walk slowly out, leaving blood and wine on the handle as he went.

"My, my, that boy looks rather catatonic, wouldn't you say?" Gin said.

"Don't worry yourself, Gin. If anything, he is resilient. If not, he would have went mad long ago in Mayuri's care." He sat at the head of the table. "Now, is there more business we need to discuss?"

~~~

Uryu waited and watched from a distance, ignoring the stinging pain on the palms of his hands. He wanted to see Orihime, needed the comfort of her embrace, but he had to do something else first before he could allow himself to go to her. He used his jacket to wrap around his hands as he kept watch, practically counting the minutes. It felt like an eternity before he finally emerged, and thankfully Aizen free.

Uryu followed, meaning to keep a safe distance until they were further away from Aizen's radar, but Gin had other plans and stopped mid step and looked back, his smile unchanged. He waved Uryu to follow and kept walking, to where, Uryu didn't know, but he did as the snake bid him. They seemed to walk on forever, Gin and his trailing shadow. When he arrived to his destination, he stepped outside, or the closest thing that was to it under the dome of Las Noches, the fabricated sun as bright as ever. Uryu joined him, still not feeling safe from Aizen's ears even as the door shut tightly behind them. He really didn't trust the man before him, but he had few options in this place.

"Something you want to ask me, Ishida?"

"Yes, there is."

"I thought so. Well, I'll make you an offer. You get one question, and I get one question, and we both must answer truthfully to each other. Is it a deal?"

Uryu thought it over a moment. "Deal."

"Good. I'd say lets shake on it, but you are unable at the moment." He looked at Uryu's bundled jacket around his hands. "Impressive way to get Aizen to let you leave, though a bit messy."

Uryu ignored that. "Did you weaken my bracelets that day you left Las Noches?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"No, no. One question, remember?" He even wagged his finger like a teacher correcting a student. "My turn. What did you do to Kisuke?"

Uryu felt sick all over again. How did he know he had even been to see him? He thought and vaguely remembered running into Grimmjow. That had to be the answer. He knew lying would be pointless, and he did make a deal, even if it was with a snake. "I... tortured him." Saying it out loud made it even worse.

"I see. What was it you were trying to get out of him?"

Uryu frowned. "One question, remember?" Uryu managed to pull open the door with his bounds hands and leave Gin alone in the too bright sunlight. He'd had his fill of vile men today.

Gin watched him go and chuckled in amusement once he was gone. "Ishida, I do believe I am starting to like you." He waited to give the young man more time to get distance between them before he entered to go take care of some business of his own.

AN: Hey all. Well, it's a new year, and again I hope that I will finish this fic before the next new year, but we'll see how the progression goes. Sadly, I lost a reader. (Not on this site, that I know of) I post on a Bleach yaoi group on Livejournal. I only have a few readers that even comment on that site. I really like Livejournal, but that site seems to be slowly dying out as far as people updating and posting anything. To make a long story short, they were very upset on how I wrote Uryu in the last chapter, and basically told me that they were no longer going to follow my story because Uryu wouldn't do that. They thanked me for my past chapters and went on their merry way.

I wasn't upset, but was a bit surprised. This isn't a happy story full of rainbows and cotton candy. There is death, rape, torture, despair and just violence all around. I do hope my readers understand that these characters are not the same people they once were in this fucked up world they are living in. Would it be OOC if Uryu did this type of thing in a more soft story, like another one of mine, Undisclosed Devotion? Yes, it would be, but that Uryu hasn't been tortured and raped for years. This Uryu is also protecting his lover from torture and the life of her unborn child. So Hell yes, he did what he had to. End of. Uryu obviously didn't enjoy what he did. In fact he hates himself for it. I believe how I wrote it fits the theme of this story, and of course I refuse to change it to please a few people that don't like it.

Anyway, hope I didn't lose any readers here with my choice in storyline. I really do hate to lose any readers who are enjoying my stories. Anyway, comments are appreciated either way.

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