Prize of Victory | By : NovaAlexandria Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 87205 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 8 |
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Warnings: Rape, Anal
As usual, Yammy told him nothing about what was going on, but something had definitely been going on. He had felt the battle and watched the flashes of kido and cero’s from the main walls of his estate.
He had wanted to go personally, even without Senbonzakura he still had all his other natural abilities to fight, but Yammy’s orders to remain here had been direct and Claim enforced.
The battle had lasted for quite some time and despite his hardest wishes he didn’t feel Yammy’s reiatsu waiver in the least to indicate the Espada might be close to being defeated.
Granted Yammy’s death would only insure he would not have to face that particular Arrancar again. If he wanted to live he would have to be Claimed, so said Aizen-kami’s law. There was no guarantee a new Master would be better, but Byakuya couldn’t see how it could possibly be worse.
To his surprise when the battle had ended Yammy had not returned home right away. He had braced himself, mentally prepared himself, for being forced to serve his Master, but the demand had not come. In fact it was late afternoon two days later when he had finally seen the Espada.
Lunch was a surprisingly silent affair and Yammy seemed rather distracted about something, grumbling consistently under his breath. For the first time in years Yammy more or less ignored his presence.
A page arrived near the end of lunch to announce it was almost time for the meeting. Yammy grunted and stood up, only now seeming to pay attention to him.
Yammy grasped his chin between two massive fingers and forced him to look into his eyes.
“When I get home you will be in my bed.” Yammy ordered and then leaned in to force his tongue down Byakuya’s throat.
As unnerving as a silent Yammy was, Byakuya definitely preferred it to this. The kiss, if it could be called that, didn’t last for long before Yammy let him go.
He traced Yammy’s reiatsu to the 1st division and noticed that every Espada and the Taichou permitted to keep working were also either already there or soon to arrive. It would also seem a fair number of the fraccion and those acting as Fuku-taichou were also in attendance.
Clearly they were having another meeting and if the meeting was anything like the other meetings Aizen seemed to favour, they would last for several hours.
He would have plenty of time to return to Yammy’s chambers to fulfill his order. During the battle a few days ago he had caught traces of Karin’s reiatsu lashing out. This would probably be the only time he would get a chance to meet her and find out what she knew about the situation.
He headed to his chambers and changed into clothing more suitable for walking the streets before heading out to the Estate. He still kept one ‘eye’ on Yammy’s reiatsu, for it would be just his luck that the meeting would be a surprisingly short one.
He made it to the estate and knocked on the door, waiting patiently for it to open. The young woman who answered it was not one he recognized.
“Who are you?” She asked gruffly, crossing her arms and eyeing him up and down.
He pulled out a pen and paper and wrote out his answer.
‘Kuchiki Byakuya. I have come to see Kurosaki Karin.’
The woman frowned as she read the paper, looking at him out of the corner of her eye oddly.
“One moment.”
The door closed and he heard the sound of it locking. He traced the unknown woman’s reiatsu to where he knew Karin was, and in moments he felt her coming his way. The door opened and she invited him in politely.
“Byakuya-san, I was honestly expecting a visit from you. We just put on a pot of tea, can I interest you in a cup?” She offered politely.
He nodded his head and followed her to the dinning room of her suite.
“If only her brother could have even half of her politeness.” He couldn’t help thinking.
Orihime and the unknown woman were both there, as was Hana; who appeared to be concentrating on learning her numbers on a piece of paper. Ajuga was laying on her stomach on a blanket not far from Hana, watching the older girl’s pen move across the paper in apparent interest.
“Byakuya-san.” Orihime greeted him warmly with a smile.
He gave her a nod of his head in greeting. She was looking well since the last time he had seen her. Which, when he thought about it, wasn’t actually that long ago.
He took a seat and nodded a thanks to Karin as she handed him the chalk board and chalk he had used last time, as well as a cup of piping hot tea, just the way he liked it.
“Byakuya-san, you already know Orihime. This is Tatsuki, a close friend of ours.” Karin introduced.
He gave her the slightest nod of his head in greeting while she said she was pleased to meet him. They enjoyed a moment of silence before Karin broke it.
“Hana-chan, why don’t you go play in the garden?” Karin suggested.
“Can I pick flowers for Okasan?” She asked innocently.
“Of course. Just don’t trample them and be careful not to damage the main plant. You know how hard Ukitake-san works to keep the gardens in shape.”
“Hai. Can ‘juga-chan come too?” She begged.
“Maybe when she is older and can walk on her own.” Karin answered.
“ ‘kay.”
Hana put down her pen and skipped out the dinning room door to the garden on the other side. Tatsuki picked up Ajuga while Karin turned her attention to him.
“It would seem the Locust things that Ukitake-san mentioned have penetrated here as well. They seemed pretty mindless, like a normal Locust just a million times larger. Their carapace was pretty strong, but not impenetrable.
“Grimmjow’s Hierro was easily as strong as that armour. In fact, I had an easier time getting through their carapace than I do getting through Grimmjow’s Hierro. They didn’t seem to have any special abilities outside of sheer numbers.”
He took in the information. As expected he had never heard of these creatures and there was no record of them that he could find in the Kuchiki records. Of course, now that he had more data he could set the staff to assist in his research.
If there was anywhere in Soul Society information on these things might exist it would be in the science division. Somehow he doubted he would be able to get information out of them.
However, if he recalled correctly, Karin was frequently there with Ajuga. Perhaps she could get some information from the scientist. He wrote his question out and passed her the board.
‘Is there a chance Szayel might be able to find something in the former 12th divisions archives?’
“I have no doubt he’s been looking. I can ask tomorrow when I see him. Ajuga-chan is overdue for a check up.” She smiled warmly at her daughter.
He nodded his head in thanks and took a sip of his tea. It was more than he could hope for. They spent the rest of the afternoon in surprisingly pleasant conversation. It was somewhat relieving to be away from the estate and his so called family.
What few fond memories he had of the place had been tainted over the last six years by Yammy’s influence. Thinking of the Espada reminded him that he had his orders, and he had already tempted fate long enough with his extended visit.
Byakuya didn’t want to think about what Yammy would do to him if he wasn’t waiting for his master as directed. With great reluctance, he excused himself. Karin escorted him to the front door with a promise to see what information Szayel had learned of the creatures, if any at all.
After hesitating for a brief moment, he wrote out two letters, handing them both to her. She read them both over, looking up at him in surprise. One invited her to bring any information she might learn to him at the Kuchiki Estate, the other was orders to his staff to permit her to see him.
They wished each other farewell and he headed home, even though the estate hadn’t really felt like home in years.
“Kuchiki-sama, a bath is ready for you.” One of the servants bowed as he walked through the main gates of the compound.
He hadn’t been expecting that, but made no protest as he followed the servant to the large bathing chambers attached to his Master’s suite. On the way he passed one of his uncles that seemed relieved to see him.
“No doubt Yammy has left orders for his return.” He thought sourly.
He was thoroughly cleaned and dressed in a simple yukata to keep warm in while awaiting Yammy’s return. He had no desire to wait in his Masters room like a trained dog, and instead retreated to one of the many gardens.
The sun was long since set when he noticed Yammy’s reiatsu heading back to the estate. His movements showed none of his reluctance as he returned to his Master’s suite. He kneeled on the edge of the large futon and waited.
He didn’t have long to wait. Yammy stormed into the room, and while he didn’t necessarily seem furious, he was clearly displeased about something.
“Bloody Aizen-kami. Ulquiorra is his better bitch. He should send that flying rat to deal with the problem.” Yammy sneered in frustration while stripping and disappearing into the near by bathroom. “When I get back out I expect you to be wearing a lot less than that, Hime.” Yammy’s voice barked from out of sight.
The sound of running water reached his ears as he undressed and set the yukuta and his scarf neatly aside.
“At least the brute should be clean.” He thought with forced optimism.
It didn’t make him feel any better as he returned to kneeling on the edge of the large futon. He could still hear Yammy cursing, even though he couldn’t quite make out the words.
When the Espada returned to the room his hair was down from its usual ponytail and soaking wet. He was completely naked and his body glistened slightly in the candle light.
“Aizen-kami has assigned me a mission.” Yammy grunted as the larger male approached him. “I should be gone for a week or so. You know what that means, my Chicchai Hime?” Yammy asked.
“Somehow I doubt I am going to enjoy the answer.” Byakuya thought coldly.
“It means we have to get a weeks worth of pleasure in one night.” Yammy smirked at him.
Byakuya was right. This was most definitely not going to be a pleasant night.
“We have no time for dilly dallying.” Yammy pulled out a bottle of oil from the drawer in the dresser. “Turn around and get into position.” He ordered.
Byakuya turned about on the bed and tried to get his body to relax as he presented himself to the other. He winced in pain as an oil coated finger jabbed painfully and mercilessly into him. Tenderness was not something Yammy seemed very familiar with.
Byakuya gritted his teeth as the other roughly thrust his finger in and out of him. He heard a grunt from the other and dared to look back to see Yammy had his other hand wrapped around his full erection, spreading oil and pumping himself up. The head was an angry dark red almost purple color and Byakuya was quick to return his attention in front of him.
Byakuya couldn’t help but to gasp as the finger was removed from his rear shortly before massive hands grasped his hips. With no words of warning Yammy forced himself in, earning a soft cry of pain from his victim.
“I never grow tired of hearing you pant for me Hime.” Yammy groaned. “Let me hear your sweet voice crying for more.” Yammy commanded with a particularly harsh thrust that almost felt like it would break Byakuya’s back and rip him in two.
A pained cry was torn from his throat, causing Yammy to laugh and thrust brutally back in again. Byakuya squeezed his eyes shut to try and hold back the tears that threatened to spill at the pain and humiliation he was enduring.
“I want to hear you Hime.” Yammy laughed before bringing his face next to Byakuya’s. “Sing for me, my Chicchai Hime. I want to recall the sound of your voice while I am gone.” Yammy whispered in his ear before nuzzling his neck, mask fragments scrapping against Byakuya’s skin.
Another cry was ripped from his throat as Yammy thrust in harshly again.
“Louder.” Yammy laughed, accompanied by another painful thrust.
He couldn’t help the tears that fell freely, tears that Yammy was all too willing to lick up, leaving a wet trail over half of his face. Another harsh thrust pulled another strangled sob from his throat.
Byakuya just wanted to die as another strangled sob was torn from his throat, echoing through the halls. He tried to muffle his cries, but Yammy kept a firm grip on him over the Claim.
The binding wasn’t to make him scream louder, but to drop his defences. Without his defences he might as well have had a child’s emotional control. If he was still capable of speech he would have been begging the other to stop by now.
He went into shock long before Yammy finished with him. His voice and eyes were completely shot from crying and sobbing. He was no longer on his hands and knees, in fact the only reason his rear was still in the air at all was because Yammy was holding him up. The only sound in the room now was Yammy’s grunts of pleasure and the sound of skin slapping against skin.
“Don’t tell me you are done, Chicchai Hime.?” Yammy demanded with another sharp thrust that earned a bit of a whimper.
Yammy suddenly pulled out, confusing Byakuya despite the shock his body and mind was in.
“Don’t think anything of this, Chicchai Hime. But I want to see your face.” Yammy snarled while flipping him over onto his back.
Byakuya’s eyes widened as his knees were forced up by his head before Yammy plunged back in without the slightest hesitation. He turned his head to the side, but Yammy grasped his chin and forced him to look at him.
“Open your eyes.” Yammy snarled.
The jerk on his reiatsu was almost painful and his eyes shot open to stare dully up at his tormentor. Dull, slate grey eyes gazed hatefully up into small, beady, black ones. Yammy roared with laughter and set into an aggressive but even pace again.
“Yes. Let me see your fire Hime. I must admit I thought you would have broken years ago. I will definitely be pining for you when I am gone. I almost wish you could come.”
Yammy suddenly paused and looked at him with a contemplative look. Byakuya felt his eyes grow wide in horror at the thought of being dragged along on the brute’s mission. It was bad enough being raped in his own estate, but being raped on the dirt of an unknown road was even more sickening.
Yammy smirked down at him, still fully imbedded in the other. There was clearly something glittering in the others eyes, a promise that what ever he chose to do would greatly influence on what Yammy was about to do or order.
“Shall I bring you with me, Chicchai Hime?” Yammy asked.
He gave a definite shake of his head. He had no desire being anywhere near the brute, let alone going on a mission with him.
“Than let me hear your sweet voice gasping in pleasure that I might recall it then.” Yammy ordered.
This order was NOT accompanied by a pull on his reiatsu and Byakuya felt his tear weary eyes widen in shock as he realized that he had better start pretending he enjoyed this violent rape if he didn’t want to be dragged along Yammy’s mission.
Yammy resumed his thrusting, earning a whimper of pain from him. No matter how hard Byakuya wanted to remain here, he could not bring himself to gasp or wither in false pleasure. He refused to break that far for the bastard.
After a good dozen thrust, Yammy pulled out of him once more, leering down at him.
“Allow me to assist you a bit, Chicchai Hime.”
Byakuya had just enough time to brace himself before Yammy plunged back in, and with the physical intrusion a rush of reiatsu plunged into his body. A gasp of pleasure was forced from his lips and his body arched up into his assailants.
“That’s more like it.” Yammy laughed.
Another thrust and wave of reiatsu earned another sob of pleasure from him. The invasion of reiatsu fully broke him out of his shock and despite the fact his voice was beyond hoarse from the hours of crying he had done earlier, he was still able to get some noise out.
He became lost in a haze of agony and pleasure. Pain from the weight and forceful thrusting of the other and pleasure from the others reiatsu invading his own.
He gave off a strangled sob as he felt himself come over the edge, small spurts of his semen splashing between them. Yammy let lose another roar of laugher shortly before leaning forward and sinking his fangs into Byakuya’s neck, dragging in a mouthful of blood and a combination of their reiatsu.
Yammy came hard in him, his semen burning his heavily abused passage. When Yammy finally did pull out of him a red river gushed out. Byakuya felt like his lower back was broken and he found he couldn’t move his legs at all.
He lay on the futon in a daze, unable to move, let alone think. He was only dimly aware that Yammy got up and went into the bathroom before returning. He flinched when Yammy rolled him onto his stomach and nearly jumped when something warm and hot began to message his abused rear.
He couldn’t bring himself to do anything more than lay there as Yammy cleaned him up in a surprisingly gentle manner before pulling them both under the blankets.
“Rest, Chicchai Hime.” Yammy whispered harshly into his ear. “You will need your strength when the sun rises if you are to properly see me off.”
Byakuya squeezed his eyes shut at the promise of more pain to come in a few hours.
If all goes well, you are all just biting at the bit for Yammy’s death. I hope you all enjoyed Byakuya’s interactions with Karin and the others.
Thank you so much to for those that took the time to review. Just a friendly reminder that Anon. reviews are turned on so you DO NOT need an account to review and I love to hear from you.
It looks like the whole thing will be kept together than. Today I hit page 802, this chapter ends on page 399. I really wish I could draw because I would love to do a portrait of Karin, Grimmjow and Ajuga (her child form not the baby form she is in now). In all my searches I have only ever seen one picture of Karin and Grimmjow. I drew a crappy picture of her teenager form, but I really can’t draw very well. It’s more of a reference picture for me.
This weeks question: If you had a choice in how Yammy would die, how would YOU kill him? I haven’t decided yet on how he will die (hardly a spoiler since we all know he has to die at some point) so who knows, maybe I will use one of the idea’s suggested.
Next Chapter: We go to Szayel and Karin and Karin’s last ability is revealed. One that has been alluded to and will now be confirmed, much to Tesra’s embarrassment.
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