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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 37

Uryu grimaced, but kept silent. He had felt much worse in his life, so a little bit of glass lodged in the palms of his hands was nothing to get worked up about. Orihime was being as gentle as she could be with the tweezers, digging out the stubborn pieces. Droplets of blood splattered the bathroom sink along with dismissed slivers of glass. It hurt him more that she had to do this, but she worked on his hands with steady skill, not disgusted by the cut flesh and gore. A soul as sweet as her's should not be so accustomed to seeing blood and violence, but it was the world they lived in and they had all been poisoned by it one way or another.

"Almost done," she said as she dropped another shard on the porcelain.

"I'm sorry about this," he said.

"I won't ask what happened," she said, going after the last piece. "When you're ready to tell me, I'll be here to listen."

"You should know, but it's complicated."

"When you're ready. The look in your eyes tells me you're not. It can wait."

He closed his mouth on the subject and let her finish. Aizen had been very clear he didn't want him to tell her. His only option was to obey. She had to dig deeper for the last stubborn shard. She pulled it free and made a soft sound of satisfaction. He had to smile a little. She would have made a great doctor if she had been given the chance, though he never knew what she wanted with life before all this ruined their futures. She ran warm water and rinsed his hands of blood, giving them a second check in case she missed any pieces. Once she was satisfied, she healed his wounds, the task taking moments.

"Thank you."

"You're always welcome," she answered and slid her arms around him for a warm hug. He held her close, nuzzling his nose against her fragrant hair. He felt filthy inside, but she was able to lessen the weight of it. "You look tired. You should lay down," she suggested, touching his cheek, thumb running soft along his skin.

"I don't think I can sleep right now."

"I'll make you some tea then, okay?"

"I think I'll wash up first."

She left him to it and he washed the sink out first to keep her from having to clean up anymore of his mess. By the time he stepped under the hot shower spray, his eyes were burning with tears. It was his third shower of the day, and somehow he still felt dirty. The numb shock had finally worn off and he didn't want her to see him like this. He didn't sob, but the tears spilled, mingled with the water and steam. He closed his eyes and he could see the blood, hear the screams. He had done that to a man that he had once known as a comrade of sorts. Not close, but familiar. The worst part of it all had been the look in Urahara's eyes, like he was silently telling him it was okay, that he knew he was doing this under duress. Even in that extreme situation he could see the truth of what was happening to him.

He didn't want to be asked to do it again, but knew he would if Aizen told him to. His vision blurred and he wanted to scream out in frustration. He was stuck in a trap far more binding than Mayuri had ever put him in. Another game of hunter and prey, except this time he would not get his teeth into the hunter's throat. Aizen was a far superior beast to what Mayuri had been, his cunning sharper than any blade. No, he was a caged pet, doing as the master bid him. A sea of darkness surrounded him. He just hoped he would not become consumed by it, making him a retched shadow of what he once was. He was already heading in that direction, and it terrified him.

He shed the last of his tears and washed quickly before she came to check on him. He didn't want her worrying more than she probably was already. He stepped out of the shower and grabbed the nearest towel. He patted it gentle on his chest before he remembered he didn't have the nipple rings to worry about anymore. He hadn't told Orihime yet. There had been a more pressing matter when he had come through the door with his hands wrapped up.

He finished drying and tried not to remember Aizen's touch when he had removed the piercing from his penis. He had claimed it was a reward for his work. Uryu knew it was just another form of control in the guise of sympathy. The absence of the piercings only made the reality of what he had done strike harder. Maybe that's what Aizen really had in mind when he had removed them. Maybe it was just another excuse for the controlling bastard to touch him. The thought made him equally angry and ill. Uryu just didn't want to think about it anymore today.

Hair dripping, he left the sultry bathroom with the towel wrapped around his waist. He intended to burn the clothes Aizen had given him, but he would do that later. Orihime had set out fresh clothes for him on the bed. A small gesture, but it lifted his spirits a bit more. She was always doing little things like that. He wanted to get her away from this place, but nothing he could possibly come up with was a reasonable option. There was nowhere to go. This was it. He sat on the edge of the bed and his body felt heavy with exhaustion. Sleep had not come easy the last few nights, and tonight would be no different.

"Uryu, the tea is ready." She appeared in the doorway with a cup in her hands. "Feel a little better?" she asked.

"Much." He ignored his weary limbs and looked over at her with a shadow of a smile.

"Good." She sat the cup down and her eyes lingered on his chest. "Oh, they're gone."

"Aizen removed them. Nice of him, right?" he said, wanting to bite his own tongue off for even suggesting Aizen could be anything but evil. He smiled more, but it felt as forced as the words.

She walked over to him. "And this one?" she knelt in front of him and pulled the towel open to see for herself. He said nothing as she healed the small holes in his nipples and at the head of his penis. "There, all better." She looked into his eyes. "You've been crying." She cupped his face and wouldn't let him look away. He didn't deny it. "I love you, and nothing will ever change that."

"I love you too," he said and wondered if she truly would if she knew what he had done, and what he would continue to do to keep her safe.

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Ichigo washed, the water as hot as his skin could take, removing any traces of his encounter with Grimmjow and Hichigo. He didn't regret one moment and would do it again, but guilt had still managed to sneak up on him as he returned to their quarters. He was lucky Aizen was still out when he had returned. He would be furious if he found out. He would probably try to lock Hichigo away again, and really kill Grimmjow this time. Persuading Aizen was always touch and go, but now it was even more difficult to know how he would react.

He dried quickly and went to the bedroom to put on something comfortable, but stopped and changed his mind. He grabbed a set of clothes and dressed, thinking about what Grimmjow and Hichigo had informed him about. He had to go see Urahara for himself to be sure. They were just guessing at what happened. They had no real proof, other than Gin's supposed attempt to go into the dungeon to see him. He didn't want to believe that Uryu would be capable of torturing anyone. None of it made sense.

He finished dressing, but didn't bother with his wet mop of hair as he took up Zangetsu to strap to his back. He was going to get down in the dungeons to see Urahara, one way or another. He left the room in a hurry and made his way through Las Noches. He didn't get very far before Gin blocked his path, oddly coming out from the shadows as if he had been expecting him. He was smiling. Of course he almost always was, as if his lips were permanently frozen like that. There was nothing amusing about what was going on. He made to walk around him, but Gin stepped to block him again, this time putting his hand up.

"Get out of my way."

"If you are attempting to see Urahara or Uryu, I must insist that you change your mind."

"You can insist all you fucking want, but I'm going where I choose to either way."

"Foolish boy. Do you think Aizen will not take notice?"

"I don't care."

"Then you really are a fool. Think before you act." Gin stepped so close that they were almost touching. Ichigo was tempted to take a swing at him, hand edging up to touch his zanpakuto. Gin went on, unconcerned. "When Aizen finds out, who do you think he will be angry at? You?" He laughed and opened his eyes to stare straight into his. Ichigo was stilled by their intensity. The smile fell from Gin's lips as he spoke in a low tone. "Of course you won't be punished, but maybe Uryu will be, or maybe Orihime. Maybe Aizen will find out about your meeting with Grimmjow and Hichigo."

"How do you know about that?"

"Think." Gin frowned deeper. "Think before you act. I warned those two not to speak to you about this yet, but they did not heed me. If you push your way down there, Aizen will find out, and he will question why. Therefore people will get hurt, and it won't be you, Kurosaki. We all know Aizen has been taken by your charms. He'd never dare kill his precious prize, but your friends, oh yes, have no doubt that he will ignore that you want them unharmed if you fuck up and practically tell him you know what he's doing by barging your way into that dungeon!"

Ichigo took a step back and looked away from Gin's heated gaze as he released the hold he had on Zangetsu's hilt, his heart pounding in his chest. "What am I supposed to do? Dammit, I don't even trust you, but this," he said, voiced hushed. He knew he was being truthful and reasonable in this instance, but why? Was he really an ally, or did he just have his own agenda? Either way, what he was saying made sense. He very nearly got his friends hurt or even killed if he had not been stopped.

"For now, act as if nothing is going on. It's all you can do. I'm sure Grimmjow must have told you the plan as well since he and your pale twin seemed intent on getting you involved."

"Yes, Urahara is trying to free the zanpakuto." Ichigo muttered and looked back at Gin, and was disturbed that his eyes were closed again, creepy smile back in place.

"I won't tell Aizen about your little romp with those two, but if I were you, I'd make that the last time. If I saw you, then it's just as easy for someone more loyal to Aizen to see, and they will tell him. Understand?"

Ichigo looked a him, unsure what to think. "Does all this mean that you're not loyal to him?"

"Are you, Kurosaki?" He waited a moment for a answer that Ichigo could not utter. "You have to try to figure that out for yourself then." He turned and walked away, leaving Ichigo with his curious response to puzzle over.

Ichigo headed back towards the room, more questions troubling him now than when he left. He wasn't sure how Urahara was going to free the zanpakuto, but the man obviously had some kind of plan in mind. Aizen was mistrustful, and he obviously didn't know exactly what was going on. Ichigo had to wonder how long that would last. Why was he using Uryu to get what he wanted? Also, why didn't he just kill Urahara if he was suspicious? Maybe he needed him alive. Perhaps it had something to do with the Hogyoku. Urahara was the original inventor.

He poured a drink when he got back and sat in quiet contemplation, waiting for Aizen to finally make an appearance. He couldn't flat out start asking about what happened today. That was just as bad as trying to go see Urahara. Even going for a innocent visit to see Orihime Uryu would probably look bad. Gin, that bastard. Now he felt too paranoid to go out and do anything in fear of someone taking the heat for it.

He finished a few glasses before Aizen finally arrived. He had a warm relaxing buzz, but he was clear headed enough to look at him and smile just as bright as always when he saw him. He would take Gin's advice, for the most part anyway. He didn't have much of a choice. He offered Aizen a glass and got up to rub his shoulders for him when he sat. His hands worked as he thought about what Gin had said. Was he loyal to Aizen? Ichigo never thought about it in those terms. He just knew that he loved him. Was that really loyalty though?

"Ichigo, are you all right?"

Ichigo's hands had went limp on his shoulders. He looked down to see Aizen looking back at him with amused curiosity. "Sorry, my mind just wandered."

"Sit with me," Aizen said.

"You've been busy lately. Is there something wrong?" Ichigo asked as he took the seat beside him on the sofa. Nothing wrong with asking that. It was a honest question to ask that wouldn't raise Aizen's concern.

"Nothing dire, Ichigo. Just a few issue that needed looking into." He smiled, all charm, the lie coming out so smoothly that Ichigo could almost believe it. At least they were on equal footing in the deception department.

"Are you going back out?"

"Not today. Besides, I think I'd rather be in your company."

Ichigo slide closer, finding it easy to look into his lover's eyes, even after his run in with Gin. He wasn't sure how much time he had left to figure out what was going on before something disastrous happened, but he had to be patient. If Urahara was planning on freeing the zanpakuto, then that could mean the escaped shinigami were closer to Las Noches than Aizen may think. That could be bad. A battle was nearing, and Ichigo feared a fight could very well become a massacre for the shinigami. Unless he could stop it.

He leaned in and kissed Aizen, fingers stroking his hair. Through it all, he still desired this man more than he should. The yearning always returned when he saw him walk through the door, his reiatsu like a potent aphrodisiac. Ichigo stood and walked to the bathroom and started the water for a bath. He expected Aizen to follow and he wasn't disappointed. They undressed, watching each other, their stares as intimate as any touch. They stepped into the filled tub together, lips locked in a kiss that was as sultry as the water that surrounded them.

Ichigo took control, insistently pushing Aizen back to wash over his chest. He could hear the call. The Hogyoku's song was faint, but always there, and it always strengthened during their most intimate moments, a constant intrusion on their pleasure. He knew Aizen had to hear and feel it as well as he could, but he never reacted to the humming. Perhaps he was confident the Hogyoku would stay in it's place after Ichigo had rejected the idea of being it's new master. It was better if Aizen kept in that frame of mind.

Ichigo asked Aizen to stand and turn around for him and he obeyed. Ichigo smiled ever so slightly and washed over his ass, hands massaging and giving attention to the most intimate of places. His fingers teased and washed around his opening as his mind focused on the thing that rested within his lover's chest.

"I know you hear me as I hear you. I hate what you are and what you've caused, but soon, we will have to come to a understanding." He rinsed over his lover's skin, watching the soap slide off him, bubbles pooling in the steamy water. The humming called to him and he shivered at the mingled sound of it and Aizen's low moan. His finger continued to trace around the ring of muscle. His tongue joined in, flicking over the puckering bud.

"Ichigo." Aizen's body slid forward, gripping the tub's edge. "More.."

Ichigo's tongue pressed and lashed at his opening, hands rough along his ass to keep him spread open. His own cock was stiff between his legs, the throb constant and ready for the heat of his lover's body. He felt the tight muscle twitch against his tongue and a moan from above. Ichigo wondered if he could make the great Aizen climax this way with just the tip of his tongue teasing at his tunnel entrance. He wasn't sure he could wait long enough to find out. He slid his hand and pushed a finger into his slicked opening and got another resounding moan of approval.

"Tell me you want me," Ichigo said with seductive authority, fingertip reaching the hard marble that was his prostate.

Aizen's body shuddered as he released a shaky breath. "I want you. Please." His body begged just as much, his backside arching up more to rock against his hand.

"You'll have me." The song grew in pitch, reaching out to him like a mythical siren to coax him to his doom. "The day may come for us. For now, quiet yourself," Ichigo warned and was pleased with the Hogyoku's slow retreat to it's minimal hum. He took a breath, his body burning with a new lust. He had control of Aizen and the powerful force the resided inside of him. Such a rare and intoxicating moment. His finger roughly rolled and pressed his sweet spot and he let the sound of Aizen's cries wash over him.

Ichigo's tongue traced over his back, easing upward above his arched over body. He pulled his finger free and pressed his arousal against the tight opening, hands pulling back on Aizen's hips. His lover rasped a curse and held onto the side of the tub, groaning in mingled pain and pleasure as Ichigo eased slowly inside him. The tightness surrounded his cock, Aizen's inner muscles hot and clenching as he began to thrust.

"Spread your knees more," Ichigo said softly, breathing hot against his ear, shifting with him in the tub. Aizen didn't speak, but panted harshly with a submissive moan when Ichigo thrust deeper and faster inside him. The water rippled and splashed lightly with their rocking motion. Ichigo's hand brushed over Aizen's rigid cock, teasing the shaft with his fingertips. His other hand pressed against his chest, right over the spot where the Hogyoku sat embedded inside him. He could feel the pulse of it, along with Aizen's beating heart, so within reach that he could take it at any moment if he wished.

The only thing he wanted to take at this moment was Aizen's body. He held onto him, hips working fast and deep, his need blindingly wild. He could feel his cock pulse in his hand and in seconds Aizen was crying out to him as the climax took him. His tunnel quivered and gripped around Ichigo's cock as he spilled over his hand and in the water. Ichigo didn't climax, but slowed to a stop as he held Aizen close to his body. His hand still lingered over his chest, fingertips brushing over his wet skin.

"Why did you stop?"

"I'm not going to," Ichigo said and pulled himself from his body. "Let's get out of the water first."

The both of them left the bath to drain, drying with thick towels as they moved on to the bedroom. Ichigo felt another twinge of guilt as the thought of his meeting with Grimmjow and Hichigo crossed his mind. He was confused as to who he was feeling guilty about. Who was he betraying? Aizen, or Grimmjow and Hichigo. His mind and body were equally at odds when it came to the three men, but here he was watching the movement of Aizen's nude body as he walked ahead of him and his lust stirred deep. His erection was throbbing, the need for release pulsing through his groin.

Aizen started to turn to meet his gaze, but Ichigo pressed in behind him, hands running over his hips. His stiff cock rubbed against his ass as he kissed over his neck that was still damp with moisture. The tip of his tongue tasted his skin and teased at the curve of his ear. He tugged the lobe with his teeth as he rocked softly against his backside. Ichigo controlled his voice, holding back a moan as he reached around to cup Aizen. He smiled against his skin, pleased to feel he was already becoming aroused again, his flaccid penis jerking and hardening under his touch.

"You're very dominate today," Aizen said with a soft breath. "I like it."

"Good." Ichigo pushed him forward on the bed and roughly pulled back on his hips to get him on his knees. Aizen shifted willingly enough, light laughter mingled with harsh, excited breaths. Ichigo pushed into him, rougher than he had in the bath, fingers digging into his hips. Aizen's husky laughter receded into pleased moans, his hands gripped against the sheets. Ichigo didn't hold back, hips pumping hard and steady, the sound of slapping flesh a rhythmic beat. The hum of the Hogyoku rose in tempo once again, stimulated by their coupling. Ichigo didn't try to quiet it this time, too taken my the pleasure of his lover's body. Tonight, he just wanted to feel. He let his mind and body go, the hum and Aizen's moans filling his ears like a seductive chant.

AN: I would like to thank the following readers for commenting on my last update. ellen fogle, Vamphyre, gollumsfriend and Namira. I'm pleased that you are still following this story of mine and I always appreciate the feedback. I don't always expect you to review, but it's just nice now and then just to know people are still enjoying it. I've been writing this going on 5 years now and I'm hoping I can manage to get it done by the next new year at least.

To Namira, my regular livejournal and fiction livejournal links are listed on my bio. I don't even update either one anymore. The group I update my story on though is bleach_yaoi Link: http://bleach-yaoi.livejournal.com/

You have to be a member to even see the posts though. Honestly, hardly anyone ever even posts on there anymore. Saddening really. It just seems like LJ has been dying out the last 3 years or so.
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