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Betrayal
By : Kazeshini
Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male
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Betrayal

Chapter Six; Know Thy Self

�I was
never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again, and
tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken
-- and I'd rather remember it as it was, at its best, than mend it and see the
broken places as long as I lived�
The particularness of someone who mattered enough to grieve over, is not erased
by anyone but death. This hole in my heart is in the shape of you and no one
else can fit, why would I want them to?�~ Margaret Mitchell

Back in the west communal room, Stark had fallen into a
peaceful sleep while his one-and-only fracci�n rattled about in the adjoining
kitchen. The two rooms were only partially separated by a large breakfast
counter. Lilynette was in the process of raiding the fridge and cupboards for
anything that looked safe to eat, the clatters of her pillaging filling both
rooms.�

�Arh what the hell is all this crap?! Nothing looks edible.�
She held up a glass jar that seemed to be filled with some sort of pickled
hollow essence. �Err�� The blonde stuck out her tongue and held the jar away
from herself before continuing her search.

�I see you�re working hard, as usual� Came a misty female
voice from across the room.

Stark cracked open an eye to see the Tercera Espada standing
just inside the door. He opened his eyes and admired the powerful beauty that
was Halibel Tia. The curve of her long legs and hourglass hips, her tight
stomach, milk chocolate skin and full breasts, were enough to make any man beg
for mercy. Strangely enough, it was none of those things that Stark was most
attracted to, it was her eyes; her clear blue eyes that tore through his soul
and seemed to see his every weakness��

He watched as she moved across the room, the material of her
hakama flowing with the sway of her hips. Halibel walked to the fridge and
pulled out a bottle of orange liquid, which could have passed for juice, but
was in fact, liquefied reiatsu. She turned around to leave and almost walked
into the brown haired Espada, who slipped a gloved hand onto her hip.��

��Hello my beauty��
His husky voice whispered into her ear.

Halibel glanced down at the small fracci�n who was rolling
her eyes at the display, before gently removing the hand from her hip and
ducking around him. He turned to watch as she crossed the room, admiring the
view from his vantage point.

�I trust you have forgotten� there is an Espada meeting
tonight�� Not looking back as she spoke. �You need to pay more attention to
your duties.� The impassive tone lingering in the now silent room.�

As much as Stark was grateful for not having to work hard
for sex with the Espada Venus, it bugged him that she didn�t swoon over his
charm the way all others would�

�Tch, you�re pathetic, ya know that?� The small blonde girl
mocked before taking a swing of reiatsu �juice�.�

�Hmm?� Stark only vaguely heard her as he watched the spot
where Halibel had just left the room.

�Geez�� She scoffed, before kicking him in the arse as she
passed by.

�Arh�� The brown haired Espada sulked and rubbed at his
backside.�

�Better never to have
met you in my dream, than to wake and reach for hands that are not
there��~Otomo No Yakamochi

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The Fourth Espada and his ghost walked in silence through
the white corridors of Las Noches. Shinrai gazed around the huge halls like a
child seeing the world for the first time. She noticed that they had passed
some rooms, which her guide neglected to point out, and assumed he must have
considered them nonessential to her�

Abruptly, the Fourth Espada stopped and faced her; Shinrai
lifted her gaze and stared into the frightening emerald eyes. The pressure of
his reiatsu, even concealed as it was, was remarkable; and his close proximity
for this extended period of time resulted in a constant heat within her
zanpaktou. His voice broke her trail of thought.

�Within Las Noches, there are eight communal rooms� this is
one of the west communal rooms�� His dead tone voice shook her to the core; she
wanted to bow or give some sort of recognition to his statement, but his
piercing gaze felt like it was strangling her, stealing away her ability to
respond.�

He turned and led her into the room. The room was huge, and contained
three oversized, white couches that formed a �u� shaped centerpiece; each of
the couches could easily have accommodated ten adults. Adjoined to this room
were a white kitchen and a large breakfast bar, with metal stools.

Next to the bar, stood a tall man with wavy shoulder-length
brown hair, who was rubbing his backside. Closer to them, stood a small blonde
girl wearing very revealing attire that looked more like underwear than a
uniform.

�Hello Ulquiorra,� The sleepy looking Espada spoke as he wandered
over to them. �Strange to see you all the way out here.� Stark queried as he
stopped in front of the odd couple.

�Stark-sama.� The green eyed Espada greeted his superior
with a slight bow.

Shinrai stood next to her guide, starring wide-eyed at the
somewhat scruffy looking man Aizen had told her was the Primera Espada.

�What�the�where is his heat?� She studied him, a
slight frown pulling at her brow with her thoughts.

�Hello there.� The brown haired man looked down at her with
a tired expression that didn�t seem to match his curiously.

Shinrai was lost in thought and barely heard him. Why was he
different? Why wasn�t he affecting her, he was the Primera!

Ulquiorra glanced down at the dark haired girl with a hint
of irritation for her lack of response to his superior.

�Aizen-sama has entrusted me with Las Noches� newest
arrancar.� He informed the Primera.

Lilynette approached the group and raised an eyebrow at the
new arrival, looking her up and down.

�She looks like she�s gunna snap in two�� The blonde scoffed
before taking a swig of her drink.

�I�m Coyote Stark.� He studied the girl trying to recognize
the feeling she gave him�

��and I�m Lilynette Gingerback.� The
blonde held out her hand; Shinrai tore her eyes away from the Primera Espada
and looked at the outstretched hand.

��

Ulquiorra again glimpsed down at her, before returning his
attention to the chief Espada.

�She has not spoken-��

�My name is Mori Shinrai.� She held out her hand to the
blonde, but jumped and withdrew it when the brown haired man burst out in
laughter.

�Ulquiorra. Did you try talking to her?� He continued to
chuckle in his deep voice.�

Just then, a black moth appeared at Ulquiorra�s side;
grateful for the interruption, he held out his hand graciously to the small
creature.��

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�Love means
exposing yourself to the pain of being hurt, deeply hurt, by someone you
trust�� ~Unknown.

Inside the largest and most extravagant chambers of� Las Noches, two powerful reiatsu�s pushed
against each other, shaking the surrounding atmosphere, making those approaching
the area of the castle quickly divert their paths...��

Gin fell to the bed, panting heavily; the larger body of
Aizen slumped over his back, his breath was uneven but still controlled. The
dark haired man sat up and slid out of the body below him, grabbing some sheet
to wipe the sticky mess from his crotch. He laid himself next to the limp
smaller body and closed his eyes in contentment.

Gin rolled on his side and opened his eyes to gaze at the
man beside him. The euphoria of post climax still lingered in his mind as he
admired the man who he had given his mind, body, power, allegiance and soul
to��

Gin shifted his body into the Hueco Mundo King, and rested
his head against a strong shoulder, while sliding a leg between the other�s. He
lifted a hand and ran his fine fingers along Aizen�s muscular torso; with the
softest touch, he caressed along the defined hills of Aizen�s abs and chest.
Gin�s breathing was still unsteady while he snuggled into the warm chest slowly
rising and falling below him.

�Gin.� Aizen�s deep voice broke the dreamy silence.

�Mmm?� Gin sighed

�You�re sweaty.�

The hand that was trailing up and down Aizen�s body paused
momentarily.

��Mmm, so are you.� Gin�s ever-cheeky tone teased.

�Gin�� Aizen�s voice was dispassionate as always.

The silver haired man removed himself from the warmth of his
lover�s body, and Aizen sat up to grab his hakama; shifting to sit on the edge
of the bed with his back to the other. Gin rolled onto his back and closed his
eyes.

�Where are ya off ta?� He would have sounded impartial any
other, but this man knew him better than any other.

� Aizen stood and
slipped on his kimono before turning to face his lover, he leant in and firmly
took the Gin�s jaw in his hand, pulling him into a dominant kiss. Gin submitted
to the kiss but did not contribute.

Gin watched as the man he had loved and given everything to,
for over 100 years, left without saying a word.

�The hottest love has
the coldest end�� ~Socrates

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In the Sixth wing of Las Noches, the Sixth Espada stood
under a stream of hot water,

his eyes closed while the warm current ran over his naked
body. Grimmjow wasn�t sure how to feel about having succumbed to his body�s
desires. Was he angry, amused, or just not give a shit? Grimmjow settled for
the latter, as he turned off the shower and reached for a towel that was hung
outside the shower-screen. Thinking about shit like that was meaningless; he�d
do whatever he wanted at whatever time it appealed to him. Grimmjow shook the
white towel through his teal hair, before wrapping the material loosely around
his waist and moving to the bedroom. He grabbed a fresh uniform and threw it on
the king-sized bed, which was centered against the furthest wall.

He was about to drop the towel from his waist, when there
was a soft knock at the door. Looking over his shoulder, he frowned at the entrance
to his room. �What?!� he barked at the intruder outside his door.

�Grimmjow-sama, I have a message from Aizen-sama for you.�
The voice was a little muffled through the wall, but definitely female.

��Yeah what?!�

�Grimmjow gave a
small growl when his door opened. He glanced back at the female arrancar
standing in his doorway; she was blatantly starring at him, and a small grin
tugged at his lips. Grimmjow knew he was popular with the female arrancar
around Las Noches; it fed the already well-lit fire of his ego, and he enjoyed
rubbing it in the Fifth�s face whenever he got the opportunity. Most of the
sluts would jump into bed with any of the Espada given the chance, but it was
common knowledge that Grimmjow was well sought after.

The woman ogled, wide-eyed at the half-naked Espada before
her; his sculpted shoulders were broad, and the refined muscle of his back
flowed divinely down to narrow at his waist and dip just before his hips. He
turned to face her with a small grin that made her feel like her knees might
give-way, before she watched a bead of water run down his exquisite torso, to
the chiseled �v� just inside his hips.

She swallowed and resisted the temptation to shake her head
to clear her thoughts, looking at the ground instead. �Ai-Aizen-sama has
requested your presence in his throne-room in one h-hour��

He walked slowly over to the blushing woman, stopping a foot
in front of the trembling frame. He lifted a hand and gradually ran a forefinger
down her throat, down her cleavage, before beginning to shift some of her
kimono back.

��is that all?� He questioned in a husky voice.

Her lips parted to let out the breath she had been holding,
before she swallowed and nodded.

�Good!� He snapped before shoving her back and slamming the
door.

He turned and chuckled to himself before dropping his towel
to get dressed. �Wonder what that despot wants now?!� He mused as he slipped on
his jacket. �Such a pain in my ass��

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In Aizen�s grand thrown-room, the dictator sat in a
luxurious white suede-covered chair at the base of his throne, smiling while he
looked down at the small girl kneeling before him. Beside him stood the dark
figure of his second most trusted ally; the dark haired man stood silently with
his hands behind his back.��

�How much longer will it be until you can completely
interpret the Soul Song of each Espada?�

Shinrai frowned with her head down; the truth was she might
never be able to perform such a task.

��It�s difficult to say my lord�I�m not sure it�s even
possible.� Shinrai was hesitant in her answer but it was useless to lie. She
bit her lip as she considered the day�s events.

�My lord� I met the Primera today� I cannot lie to you. I
believe he must be too powerful for my zanpaktou� or� She shook her head. �I�m
not sure, it was like my sword didn�t even register his presence.�

�Don�t worry about the Primera for now� I know why he
troubles you.� He looked down at her without any intentions of explaining his
statement.

�Surely after spending the day with the Forth you have a
better idea of your capabilities, at least for the Fourth?� Touson questioned
impatiently.�

Shinrai shifted uncomfortably. �I won�t know until I have
released and searched his song my lord.��

Aizen lifted a hand from the arm of his chair and raised his
palm.

�Well then� let us see, shall we.� His dark tone shook her
core, she knew this was coming but that hadn�t made it any less
frightening.� ��Show me.�

�Yes, Aizen-sama.�

Shinrai stood and slowly removed her blade from its sheath;
the sound of metal scraping against metal rang around the extensive room. She
slowly approached his outstretched hand and bought her blade to her opposing
forefinger. Quickly, she ran the finger along the blade to create a small cut
across the digit. Blood pooled immediately around the wound and she held the finger
above Aizen�s open palm. A single drop of blood fell without a sound to the
middle of his hand, before Shinrai moved back to her kneeling position and
laying the blade in front of her.

Gripping the hilt with one hand and bracing herself against
the floor with the other, she closed her eyes before she spoke.

�Kiku, Traici�n.�

�

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Kiku = to hear, to listen, to ask.

Traici�n = Betrayal.

Hi guys, hope you enjoyed this chapter, sorry it�s been a
while since I updated.

NovaAlexandria- I�m really glad you enjoyed it,
especially because I am a fan of your work :D To your guesses, close but no
cigar! I spos I understand people not wanting to make it publicly know they
enjoy some of these stories, but seriously, I wrote it! I�m hardly going to
judge! Lol. Thanks for the reassurance though :)

Panda-pon- I�m happy to hear when people enjoy it (as all
writers are I suppose) so thank you :D I would be glad to write you a Nnoitra x
Szayel Oneshot :D I�m not sure how long it will take to put together, because
when I do get the chance to write, I like to work on Betrayal. I�m thinking� a
bit less than a month� Only because I have promised another Oneshot so I�ll be
a busy girl!

�In
saying that, I�m going to have to withdraw my offer of Oneshot requests to
others until I finish the ones I have. Sorry- First-in, best-dressed :D (I hope
that�s not an Aussie saying that nobody will understand�)

Cheers, Kazes.
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Betrayal	By : Kazeshini Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1343 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach and I make no money from this story

Betrayal

Thank you to my Beta MCrind, without whom, this story would not be possible:D

Betrayal

Chapter Six; Know Thy Self

�Love meansexposing yourself to the pain of being hurt, deeply hurt, by someone youtrust�� ~Unknown.

Thank you to my Beta MCrind, without whom, this story would not be possible
:D

�Love means
exposing yourself to the pain of being hurt, deeply hurt, by someone you
trust�� ~Unknown.