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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 5

Ichigo jerked awake to the soft touch along his cheek, and he swatted at the hand, growling and pulling the pillow over his head to hide. The sudden movement caused his muscles to scream out from being overused the night before. He groaned, hearing the slight muffled laugh from Aizen who was sitting beside him on the bed. Unwanted memories slowly surfaced to remind him why he felt so beaten. Damn, he was still so tired and felt hung over. It was probably an after effect of the drugs.

"Don't hide. Shy doesn't become you," Aizen said, yanking the pillow away. It wasn't much of a fight as Ichigo lost his grip on the pillowcase.

"Can't you leave me alone?" Ichigo groaned again, turning his face to the mattress to hide from the daylight creeping in the room. His head felt like it was stuffed with cotton, and that cotton in turn was filled with spikes that were making his temples throb. Everywhere. Dammit, he hurt everywhere.

"I see you need Orihime's assistance this morning."

"No, I'll heal on my own," he muttered, pulling the blanket tighter around himself. He was still nude, and felt so dirty he thought he might vomit, but he just didn't want to move to wash. Besides, sore or not, Aizen would probably just dirty him again, so why bother?

"And why is that? Afraid for her to see you so humbled perhaps? Or maybe you're afraid she'll know Loly fucked you until you couldn't speak anymore?"

"Shut up!" Ichigo's hands bunched in the blanket to stop their desire to pound him.

"I told you that your anger would grow, and I was right. You never fail me, Ichigo."

"Oh, I'm so glad," he responded sarcastically. He sighed. "Why are you bothering me now?"

"You're coming with me today."

"What?" Ichigo turned his throbbing head to look up at Aizen who was clean, dressed and so awake that it pissed Ichigo off even more. "Why? You never take me around while you're out."

"There is something I'd like to show you."

"No thanks, I'll be going back to sleep now..., Master," Ichigo said, pushing his face back against the bed, unsuccessfully trying to will his headache away. Aizen made an annoyed sound, and Ichigo felt the blanket being yanked off his body. "Dammit, fuck off!" He curled up, shivering in the morning chill of the room.

"You force me to go to such measures," Aizen said and pulled him up by his hair.

"Fuck," he groaned, stomach lurching as he was pulled off the bed without a chance to recover. He grabbed at Aizen's wrist and stumbled along toward the bathroom where he was being dragged. Aizen booted the door open and pulled him to the filled bathtub and pushed him in. The sunk in tub was large, and his head went under for a moment with the surprise push. He sat up quick, sputtering and rubbing at his face. His head pounded more acutely and he gripped it, clenching his teeth until it subsided. Panting he looked up at Aizen, tempted to throw water in his smirking face.

"You look like a drowned rat, and you smell like an orgy. Wash."

"Whose fault is that?" Ichigo said, blinking water from his eyes.

"Yours."

Several different curses came to mind. "Yes, Master," is what he said. He washed his hair first, fingers massaging his scalp to try easing the tension. It helped a little, and the hot water was loosening his muscles. He really couldn't look at Orihime after last night. Not so soon anyway, so he would deal with his own abused body this time, unless Aizen denied him even that. He could vaguely remember Loly laughing and saying she was going to tell Orihime every little sordid detail. Hoping she had been lying would be pointless when he knew the arrancar would not bother lying about something that would give her so much pleasure.

Ichigo held his breath and dunked his head under to rinse the shampoo from his hair, staying under as long as he could before he burst back up with an intake of breath. Unfortunately, Aizen was still there watching him. He liked to watch him bathe sometimes, and for some ridiculous reason it felt more like a violation than when he was taking him in bed. Bathing was supposed to be a private thing. He had never even liked using the bathhouse much back when Seireitei still existed.

"You do look good wet," Aizen said, watching him lather up.

I'd love to gouge your eyes out. "If you say so," he said softly. He quieted a hiss of pain when he shifted to wash his privates and backside. It had been a long while since he had been severely sore down below. They really had used him to hell and back.

"I'll send for Orihime."

"I said no," Ichigo growled low with the pain, sitting back in the water to rid himself of the soap.

"Don't contradict me. Finish up." With that he left Ichigo alone, and he heard the door open and shut seconds after.

"Asshole," Ichigo muttered in his absence, soaking a bit longer before he got out and dried. He brushed his teeth and gargled the bad taste from his mouth, but he could never get rid of that ghostly bitter taste that was always there since becoming a slave. Until he killed Aizen, or until he died himself, he figured it would always remain there.

He hung the towel up and went back in the room to pull a fresh pair of pants on and slipped on some shoes. He grabbed a loose fitting shirt and looked at it. He was rarely allowed to wear one, but he felt like he deserved a little bit of comfort after what the bastard had put him through. Ichigo put it on and sat on the chair with a soft sigh while he waited. He didn't want Orihime to have to do this anymore. Healing injuries from battle was what her power was meant for, not for this redundant purpose. He grit his teeth as he tried to get comfortable sitting, but finally just stood with annoyance. His head still ached and he really wanted to just lie back down. He was about to do that when he felt Grimmjow's reiatsu.

"Ichigo." His voice came from above and Ichigo looked up to see him jumping down from the high window of the room. "Are you okay?" Ichigo noticed he was shaking, and the decisively cold look in his eyes.

"As okay as I can be," he said soft. "You shouldn't be in here. Aizen will be coming back soon."

"I know where he is, I just saw the fucker," he growled.

Ichigo took a step back. "What's wrong?"

He moved close and put and arm around Ichigo. "I heard Loly talking to Orihime this morning." Ichigo felt the closeness of his body and couldn't help but sag against him. "I'll kill them."

"Don't try anything. Not right now, Grimmjow." Ichigo tilted his head up and into a soft kiss. It was enough to make him forget about the filth of last night, and his mouth parted to get a better taste of his lips. Grimmjow obliged him, crushing close against his body and deepening the kiss. Their tongues danced and darted quickly against each other in a hurried embrace. They both knew haste was all they could afford this time.

The kiss was much too brief, but Ichigo pulled back. "I'll strengthen," he panted soft.

"I know, but they test my patience."

"I have no patience left, only determination," he said and pulled reluctantly back from his soothing body.

Grimmjow smiled. "Aizen will never break you."

"No, but maybe I can make him think he has." He didn't have a chance to explain when Grimmjow became more alert, nose in the air. "He's coming back, isn't he?" He could feel it now himself.

"Close, yes," Grimmjow's said, his own reiatsu fading even as he still stood there, hiding it with ease. "I will see you when I can. Do not fear for Orihime's safety. I watch over her." He smirked, stole another kiss, then leaped to the window and was gone before Ichigo could breathe a word of parting.

Grimmjow excited him in a way Aizen never could and his heart was still thudding from the brief encounter. Ichigo touched his lips, able to feel the warmth that his secret lover had left behind. Aizen's reiatsu was coming closer, along with Orihime's that was like a warm beacon of light. The high that Grimmjow's visit had given him faded back into shame now the he knew for sure that Orihime had been told.

Ichigo sat back down on the bed as they came in, and he kept his eyes averted from his friend. She was a soothing aura to be near and when she came over she touched his face soft, urging him to look at her. He relented and met her eyes. She gave him a small smile and gently pushed him back so he would lie on the bed. He lay back, watching her with searching eyes. She was quiet, perhaps because Aizen was staying close by. He wanted to speak, but wasn't sure what he wanted to say. Sorry? She would just shake her head and tell him not to be silly. Her shield came over his body and he relaxed, feeling the healing effects almost immediately.

"I still find her power extraordinary, don't you, Pet?"

Ichigo's face warmed with hatred and he turned his head away from Aizen's direction. Aizen calling him Pet at any time was infuriating, but it made him sick when he did it in front of Orihime. The bastard knew it got to him, and Ichigo knew that was exactly why he was doing it. It couldn't be any more comfortable for Orihime either, but she remained diligent in her healing, ignoring Aizen all together.

"You're very quiet. You know to answer me when I ask you a question."

"Of course he appreciates my talent," Orihime said steadily. Ichigo's eyes widened and he looked at her. "It's probably one of the only comforts he gets being with you." Her voice didn't waver, and her body was rock still as she kept her shield in place over him. The only sign that she was nervous was a slight quiver of her lip, but Aizen wouldn't be able to see it from where he was standing. She had never, to his knowledge, spoken out of turn to Aizen or anyone here in Hueco Mundo. Using Loly on him had not had the desirable effect Aizen was probably expecting with Orihime either.

"You are bold today, Orihime," Aizen said. "So unlike you, my dear." Ichigo took his attention off of Orihime and looked at Aizen to see his face was an expressionless mask.

"It's just the way I feel," she whispered, slowly letting the shield of energy around Ichigo die down as she finished up.

"You are free to have your opinion," Aizen said and smirked.

"Thank you, Orihime," Ichigo said to quell the discussion. He didn't trust Aizen's seemingly accepting attitude. "I feel much better now." He took her hand and could feel her trembling. He would give just about anything to take the fear from her.

"Time to go, Orihime," Aizen said, already opening the door.

"Can't you let her stay with me longer?"

"What for?"

"For some time to actually talk to her. The only time you let her around me is to heal me. Give me something more than that for once!"

"Very demanding today, Ichigo." Aizen crossed his arms and his fake smile faded.

"Ichigo, it's okay. I should get back." Orihime said softly.

"Why, so Loly can taunt you more?" He hugged her before she could get up and glared at Aizen over her shoulder.

"Ichigo, don't make him mad, please. He'll only hurt you again," she whispered in his ear, holding onto him tightly.

I'm the one he should be hurting, not you. And I'm going to make sure it stays that way. He brushed a hand through her hair as he made the silent vow. "Don't worry," he whispered, watching Aizen step outside the door, most likely getting a guard to take her away. "Trust me." He pulled back to look at her terrified face. "You won't be hurt, and for several reasons, but I don't have time to talk about it," he said quickly in a hushed whisper.

"Ichigo..."

"Listen to me. Don't speak out again, for any reason. I don't want the worry that he will change his mind about that."

"Alright, I promise," she whispered, wiping quickly at her eyes that began to tear up.

"I can handle Aizen." He touched her cheek soft. "You still believe in me, don't you?"

She managed a smile. "Yes."

"Good. You just gave me more strength." He smiled soft and hugged her again as Aizen walked back in with a guard.

"Visiting hour is over, dear."

"It's okay," he whispered one last time and let her go, fingers brushing her hand as one last assurance when she rose from the bed to walk over to the waiting guard. The arrancar that Ichigo had never seen before waited patiently. His hair was a dark forest green color, tufts of it hanging over his eyes. Ichigo was reminded of Chad and he felt an old sadness return. He had not seen Chad since the war, and he was never told if he'd lived or died. He had the only option to think he was killed along with so many others.

"Where should I take her, Aizen?" he asked, his voice soft and so unlike Chad's that the slight resemblance was lost.

"To the training field. I'm sure they'll need some healing out there soon enough. They always do."

"Yes, Aizen." Ichigo watched him gently take Orihime's arm. As he went for the door, he gave Ichigo a curious look like he was seeing an exotic being for the first time. The arrancar gave a slight nod to Ichigo, the movement uncovering his eyes that matched the color of his hair. He saw the kindness in them and was touched by a sense of peace. Orihime would be safe with this arrancar.

Aizen was too busy opening the chest against the far wall to notice, and the two slipped quietly from the room to leave them alone. Ichigo looked at his back and stood to wait in silence. He couldn't see what he was searching for, but it was never good, only different levels of bad.

"Strip down, Ichigo," he said with his back still turned, rummaging around.

"I thought you said we were going out," he answered steadily.

"I didn't tell you to speak. Do as I say."

"Yes, Master." So much for comfort. Ichigo took off the clothes he had just put on, setting them aside neatly along with the shoes.

"Now," Aizen said, turning around with a leash in his hands, "shall we go?"

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Ichigo's jaw still ached from where Aizen had hit him. His Master hadn't liked the colorful slew of words he had called him when he forcefully hooked the leash on his collar like he was some kind of animal. Humiliation was a device that Aizen would continue to use, but this was upping the ante to a whole new level. Stripped of clothes and dignity, Aizen walked him through the palace toward an unknown destination. He still hadn't revealed where they were going, but Ichigo was more concerned about his state of undress in such an open environment.

The few arrancar that passed their way either didn't look, or only took quick glances in his direction. The discretion didn't last as long as he would have liked and a few openly smiled at him, eyes roaming over his body in a hungry way. He felt like a helpless lamb surrounded by ravenous wolves, and perhaps that was what Aizen wanted with this little outing. It was also giving him a clearer insight on who still followed Aizen blindly. The ones showing tremendous interest in Aizen's plaything had to be the most loyal breed.

"Well, don't we look tasty today?" Gin's voice grated his nerves, but he kept his mouth shut as Aizen stopped walking him along to greet his fellow traitor.

"Yes, he is exceptionally pleasing to the eye today," Aizen said in response and chuckled.

The two started talking about random things that didn't interest Ichigo, so he let his eyes roam over the area they were in. He'd never been on this side of the palace before, and he mentally took account of every door, window and hall for future reference. One door was larger than the others and was chained closed, and he could feel the energy of a ward that surrounded it.

King? That voice he knew so well, but hadn't heard in so long. Heh, gonna answer me, King?

Hichigo?

Yeah, I'm here.

Ichigo looked at the two men who were still conversing about business. They can't hear him.

Of course they can't hear me, King. I'm part of your soul, not theirs.

Ichigo blinked. They removed you from me, how can I still hear you?

I felt your reiatsu as soon as you were near enough, and I just connected with your mind. Easy.

Easy, Ichigo thought and glanced at the two again. Now that he was more aware, he could feel his hollow's reiatsu under all that energy keeping him trapped away behind the door. He made sure not to look in the direction of where Hichigo was being held. He didn't want either one of them to notice his awakened awareness. Have they done anything to you?

Nah, they just muscled me in here after they ripped me away from you and they keep me monitored. I got it easy compared to you from what I've heard.

You've heard?

Voices reach me now and then if any arrancar are near enough, and they talk a lot. Also, Grimmjow has come to talk to me.

What has he told you?

That one day soon, you and I will be free. Then we will punish those that have put us here. Sound good to you, King?

Ichigo had to make himself not smile. Sounds damn good.

Heh, thought you'd say that.

Hichigo?

Yeah?

Where is Zangetsu? Ichigo made a show of wrapping his arms around himself as if he felt vulnerable the longer they stood there, and it had the desired effect. Gin chuckled, and Aizen smirked and went on talking to Gin.

Locked away in another area, but he's still with you, King. A zanpakuto is always with their Master, right?

Right, he whispered in his thoughts, wishing that he could hear the old man. Ichigo touched the collar around his neck and knew it was what was keeping Zangetsu's voice from reaching him. Maybe some of it was his own belief that he couldn't talk to his zanpakuto. He desperately tried to remember the dreams he had before his collar was changed for the stronger model he now wore. He could just recall fury, and the need to make Aizen pay with his life. No, there had been something telling him to control his reiatsu and at the time he ignored the plea, too intent on killing Aizen in the dreamland that was within his mind.

You okay, King

I heard him. I just didn't know I was hearing him. He felt foolish. If he had listened, Aizen would have never found out his reiatsu was growing in strength. He looked down at his own nude body and sighed. Hichigo, why are you helping me. I mean, we've not exactly been the agreeing type with each other.

You told me once I was part of your soul. We both want the same thing here, Ichigo.

Yes.

Aizen must be destroyed, and we're going to do it, King. You and me together with that old bastard Zangetsu backing us up.

One day, Ichigo agreed and looked back up at Aizen who was having parting words with Gin. The silver haired bastard gave Ichigo one more smile before he walked off.

I'd like to break my foot off in his ass, Hichigo whispered in his mind with a deep laugh. Ichigo looked back down as if shamed by Gin's look and bit his lip to keep from laughing with his hollow. Aizen touched his shoulder and chuckled soft before yanking the leash to get him walking again.

"Come along now, the day will not wait."

"Master?"

"Yes?"

"What's behind that door?" He looked at Aizen with a innocent curiosity.

Aizen stopped and ruffled his orange hair. "Nothing that you need to know about, Ichigo. All you need to worry about is keeping me in good spirits. Understand?" He tugged the collar and jerked Ichigo roughly to walk on.

Our day will come, King, he heard his hollow say before he was taken from the view of the warded door. Ichigo looked at Aizen's back and smirked coldly, the seething hate of it reaching his narrowed eyes.
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