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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 6
Ichigo wasn't sure what he had been expecting to see when Aizen pulled him into a room filled with junk. Well, at first that's what he thought it was. On closer inspection, he recognized items that he had seen several times before. Some things shocking him into speechlessness. He saw Urahara's hat that was half covering Kon's stuffed lion body. The mod soul was no longer there, like most that had perished.
"It's like a visual ode to the dead, don't you agree?" Aizen said and picked up a book to blow dust off of.
"You're sick," Ichigo whispered, but couldn't stop himself from looking at the property of long dead friends.
"I call it being sentimental."
"You're a murderer, and all these things are your trophies. Nothing more." New anger burned to his core. Aizen's soft smile only added to his appalled anger.
"If you want to look at it that way," Aizen merely said and handed over the book.
Ichigo gave it a wary look. "What is that?"
"The reason I brought you here."
"You could have just brought it too me. Why drag me here?"
"I thought seeing all this might give you time to reminisce." He smiled and looked around the cluttered room. "Nostalgia. Isn't that something you humans love? Oh wait, you aren't human anymore, but you never really were completely."
"What the hell do you mean?" Ichigo looked to the book that was being offered again and suddenly just wanted out of the room.
"Have a look. You'll find it very insightful."
Ichigo forced his hands not to tremble and took the offered book. It was leather bound, and in good condition other than the lingering dust and slightly curled edges. There was no title or markings to be seen. He opened the cover and saw the familiar handwriting of his father. His name was on the first page, indicating that it was a diary or journal of some kind. Ichigo closed his eyes and snapped the book closed.
"What's wrong? Don't you want to read it?"
"No."
"Don't be silly," Aizen said and took the book from his limp hands, opening it to a random page. "I suppose I'll read some to you then."
"Don't"
Aizen ignored him and read on. "I'm getting married today to my beautiful Masaki. I'm the luckiest man on the planet right now." Aizen looked at Ichigo and smiled. "Isn't that sweet?"
"Shut up."
He flipped through to another section and went on. "I'm a father today. My handsome son has come to the world to be with us. Ichigo. A strong name for a strong soul. His reiatsu is already incredible for such a small thing."
Ichigo looked up. Reiatsu? How did Dad know about reiatsu?
More pages were flipped. "Masaki has been taken from us. I didn't know something could hurt so much. Ichigo trying to take the blame only makes the cut deeper."
"Stop it," Ichigo whispered.
More pages turned. "Grand Fisher has shown himself again, and to my amazement, I found that my son has become a shinigami. The pride I feel is too strong for words. I'll be speaking with Urahara to find out just how long this has been going on. Knowing Urahara as well as I do, the bastard has probably been aware of Ichigo's power all along."
Ichigo looked at Aizen. "You have no right." His eyes burned with unshed tears that refused to spill.
"I'll just go to the end." He flipped to the middle of the thick journal. "Well, as far as he wrote anyway," he said and smirked.
"Bastard!" Ichigo flew at him with a fist swinging, but Aizen grabbed and halted the force of it with one hand, flipping Ichigo on the floor, then pinning him down swiftly like a lion taking down a deer. "Let go!"
"Silence or I'll gag you, Ichigo," Aizen purred, pressing over him to keep him still. He read on. "The battle will be starting soon in Karakura Town. I'll join in the fight alongside Urahara if I'm able. My son is in the thick of battle now in Hueco Mundo. I have faith that he will help defeat Aizen and his followers. I believe it's time. When the fighting is over, I'll tell Ichigo that I'm a shinigami. He deserves to know about his heritage." The book was closed with a snap of finality. "Eye opening, yes?"
A punch in the gut was more like it. Silently he laid there in his prone position, Aizen hovered above his body. His own father had been a shinigami, and he had never known. It explained everything, but the knowledge was much too late and bittersweet. Why hadn't his father told him sooner? It could have made things so much simpler if he had known the truth. He obviously had his own reasons for keeping quiet. Ichigo just wished he knew those reasons for keeping something so important a secret.
"Speechless, I see." Aizen muttered from above. "Can't say that I blame you. Imagine if your father had told you. Maybe it could have changed the course of the war. You could have surely become more powerful with your own shinigami father training you. He was a captain in the past, by the way."
"Captain," Ichigo whispered and blinked.
"But, that's all in the past now. Today and the future is what matters." His hand brushed through Ichigo's hair gently, even as he kept him pressed to the floor.
"Did you kill him?" Ichigo whispered and turned his head to look back at Aizen, eyes narrowed.
Aizen smiled. "Of course I did it personally. And do you know what I told dear Daddy before I took his pitiful life?" Ichigo frowned. "I told him I was going to take his son and make him my little bitch."
"I'll fucking kill you!" Ichigo turned his body, throwing his fist back and connecting with Aizen's jaw. Aizen swayed with the force of the blow, but was already moving back to get a hold of his arm. Ichigo twisted and pushed him off, scooting along the floor to get some distance before he stood defensively, fists up.
"My, you're quick today," Aizen said, watching him with cool eyes. "Lot of fire too. I love it."
"Is that why you wanted me to know? To get me worked up?" He backed away when Aizen took a step closer. "Answer me!" His fists were his only weapons. His eyes searched frantically through the clutter to see anything of use. He kept looking back at Aizen who walked slowly around, calm and unconcerned. Ichigo felt inadequate, nude and weaponless against Aizen's power. He had connected that punch, but he was wondering if Aizen had merely allowed it as a kind of game. No, that wasn't it. He could feel his own inner power flaring up. Aware of it, he hid it before Aizen could even start to notice.
"That could be the reason." Aizen shrugged and picked up a long dead rose. "Maybe I wanted to break your will just a little more." He looked at Ichigo with a soft smile. "Like it or not, you are mine. You will remain that way, and the longer you are with me, the more accustomed you will become."
"No."
"You already bend to my will, even as you deny it. You have nothing else, Ichigo. I'm it, and you need me."
Ichigo shook his head. "I have Orihime and Uryu."
"Merely shells of the the friends you used to know. They both lost their wills long ago. Orihime has blind faith in you, and Uryu is just a sack of flesh being tested day after day. I'm sure that boy has prayed for death."
"Stop talking about them like they don't matter!" He grabbed a vase and threw it. Aizen batted it aside and it shattered against the wall.
"Was that really necessary, Ichigo? That vase did nothing to you."
"Stop patronizing me!"
"But it's so easy to do." Aizen moved forward again, and Ichigo lashed out, throwing another punch that missed the mark this time. He tried to pull back, but Aizen was quicker and grabbed his arm to pull him close. "You love this."
"No, I don't!" He struggled as he was taken to the floor again, legs kicking definitely.
"A part of you loves the pain, craves the chains, desires me dominating you." He smiled and lowered his hand to cup Ichigo's cock that was already hardening. "You see? You need this to survive now."
"Ahn.." He shook his head against the floor, hands gripping the cloth of Aizen's jacket.
Aizen will never break you. That's what Grimmjow had said not more than a few hours ago.
No, but maybe I can make him think he has. Ichigo looked at Aizen and let out a slow breath, hips arching to silently beg for more of his touch.
"See, isn't that better?" Aizen stroked over his length slowly, thumb teasing the tip.
Grimmjow....
"You may hate me, but that doesn't stop your need." Aizen's free hand pinned his wrists above his head, and Ichigo struggled only a moment before he relented to his dominance.
Grimmjow, yes....
Ichigo trembled and closed his eyes, fantasy taking him to a place of peace. It's was Grimmjow's touch, not Aizen's brushing over his flesh. It was becoming easier to imagine the one he really wanted. He wanted Grimmjow's lips against his own, needed to feel his hands touching every inch of his body until he was begging for more.
"Open your eyes and look at me."
Why? Ichigo obeyed and met his eyes.
"Who are you thinking about?"
Shit! "What do you mean?"
Aizen smirked. "Don't think I'm a fool, Ichigo."
"I've always thought you were a fool, what difference does this make?" Ichigo said truthfully. Probably not so smart a time to be so forthcoming when Aizen had him pinned and vulnerable. Predictably, Aizen was not amused. His soft strokes on his shaft turned into a tight squeezing hold around the base of his cock. "Let go!" His voice shook with the first hot pulses of pain.
"Who were you fantasizing about!"
"No one!" The hand tightened and he yelled with the building agony. "St..op!" His reiatsu flared under the block in response to the pain Aizen was cruelly inflicting. No! He struggled to control the power that wanted to throw Aizen back where he couldn't do more harm. He couldn't let Aizen feel it yet. He hadn't even had a chance to try honing it. Hard as it was, he was able to keep the power from breaking free, hiding it away to a safe place to keep from being detected.
"Tell me now, or I'll take my sword hilt and fuck you with it until you bleed," Aizen said in a much too pleasant tone of voice for what he was doing and saying, making the statement even more morbid. "Remember, I can damage you, only to have Orihime reject it. You may not believe it, but I'd rather not ruin this delectable body of yours, even for a short time, so fucking answer me!"
He's even crazier than I thought! Ichigo gasped, his vision dotting with black shadows. Aizen's hand let off the pressure, but he was still jolted, stomach churning with the urge to vomit.
"Ichigo, you'd be smart to answer. Do it," Aizen said, running his hand over his wilted cock that was throbbing with hot jolts of pain.
"Hurts.." he rasped, eyes watering through the steady pain that throbbed with each beat of his heart.
"Ichigo."
Gasping, he came up with the first name that came to mind. "Chad."
Aizen looked into his eyes quickly. "Have you seen him?"
Ichigo blinked away tears and confusion. "He's dead. How could I?" He groaned, thankful that the sharpness of it was at least gone now, but his privates felt like they had a hot snake coiled around them. Ichigo looked at Aizen, who was muttering under his breath and deep in thought. He shivered through smaller waves of pain, Aizen's soft and careless rubbing over the abused appendage not helping matters.
Aizen looked down at him. "I believe you, Ichigo." He moved closer over him, and Ichigo's body stiffened.
"What?" He wasn't afraid of him, even after the short round of brutal torture he had just received, but being touched in any way was the last thing he wanted.
"If your friend had been anywhere near the palace, his reiatsu would have given him away.
Ichigo swallowed. "Chad's alive?" Sweat from his brow rolled into his eye, causing a slight sting. He blinked it rapidly away, his vision wavering on Aizen's face that had a uncharacteristic expression of caring. It was just plain creepy. He would rather see the expected cold cockiness that was the essence of Aizen.
"Since I became victorious, he's been on the run," Aizen said in a husky whisper, brushing his lips over Ichigo's slave brand. "Along with that little brat Nelliel." His tongue traced the raised welts of the scar languidly.
Nel? She was still alive too? Ichigo was too surprised to even react. He licked his dry lips and watched Aizen's tongue play around his nipple, shivering at the slick warmth pushing at the nub. Please, don't fuck me after what you just did. Aizen's hand went back to rubbing over his cock and he whimpered when soft pulses of lingering pain persisted.
"Still hurts?" Aizen asked low, teeth grazing over the raised nipple. His other hand still held Ichigo's arms above his head firmly in place.
"Yes, it hurts," he growled out, squirming for freedom.
"I do apologize for that, Pet," he said, shifting slightly more against him to stay Ichigo's desperate movements. "After your punishment last night, I thought your infidelities would vanish. Yes, you were only having a fantasy, but I cannot tolerate even that."
"Infidelities? How can you even say that with a straight face?" Ichigo was becoming angry all over again. "I'm not your partner by choice. You force me!"
"There you go, trying to flare my anger again," he said and chuckled. "You only burn my passion brighter, Ichigo."
"Get off me," His legs tried to rise, but Aizen's weight prevented him from moving more than a few inches off the floor. "Don't do this to me now," he groaned, near to the point of begging. The sound of his own helpless whimpering filled his ears.
"Don't worry. I'll make you forget all about the pain, lover."
"You crazy bastard!" Ichigo's mind was still trying to take in all the information Aizen had given him in such a short time. All these years of being aloof about his fathers real identity, finding out a friend he thought long dead was still around and on the run with little Nel. Top that off with a bit of torture, and now the bastard was trying for another round of fuck the slave. And calling me lover?
"That may be so, but I'm the one on top," Aizen said with a sly smile, pulling a pair of cuffs from his pocket. "Be a good boy," he said and moved back off of Ichigo so he could have freedom of movement. He swayed the pair of cuffs promiscuously. "Put your hands behind your back."
"No way!" Ichigo kicked Aizen in the chest and rolled to get up. Aizen was on him before he was even on both feet, manhandling him to the floor. His arms were pulled back roughly, and he tried to yank a wrist from Aizen's grip when he felt the cold metal touch his skin.
"Stubborn as I expected," Aizen said, panting a little from the kick to the chest. "Why do you fight so much, when in the end you'll always be moaning like a bitch in heat."
"Go fuck yourself!" Ichigo yelled when the first cuff snapped shut around his right wrist. His reiatsu flared to defend him yet again. <i>Fuck!</i> If it kept doing that he'd surely lose control of the energy. Aizen could not find out. Ichigo pushed it down into the depth, panting against the floor as his other wrist was securely locked behind his back.
"Now, I think you'll behave," Aizen said, running a finger down his spine.
"Yes, Master," Ichigo panted, doing the only thing he could do; submit. Aizen pulled back on his hips to get him up on his knees, and he slid up without a fight, cheek pressed to the floor. His cock was still aching dully, and when Aizen's hand reached around to rub he hissed between his teeth.
"The pain will subside. I didn't damage you, Ichigo." Aizen's lips planted soft kisses along his spine.
"Felt like you were ripping it off," Ichigo said, biting back another whimper of pain.
"I'd never do that to you," Aizen purred, running his lips to the cleft of Ichigo's ass. "Besides, if you ever make me that angry again, I'll just hurt someone you care about instead." He forced Ichigo's knees wider apart, spreading him further into vulnerability.
No. Ichigo gasped. Did he mean he'd hurt Orihime next time? He couldn't mean that, but who else besides her and Uryu were being held captive? Maybe Aizen had a few more secrets that he had not disclosed to him. It was a reasonable assumption that Aizen kept most things from his slave. The slick feeling of Aizen's snaking tongue disrupted his thoughts. Ichigo shivered as the wet, fleshy muscle wickedly flicked over his opening. Dirty bastard. His legs quivered uncontrollably, and his wrists pulled at the cuffs.
"Your bud is already opening," Aizen purred, circling his forefinger around his saliva slick entrance.
"Aizen," he panted. The hot tongue delved back in, fingers running over his ass to spread his cheeks more. The room was getting warmer, and so was his body. A sheen of sweat coated his skin as Aizen's tongue toiled and played him into a whimpering mess. Hot blood flowed through his cock, the pain still speaking, but it was drown out by the pleasure. Aizen's lips moves to his balls, massaging on the sensitive skin, pulling one into his mouth to suck. "Ahn." Why did it have to feel so good?
"Mm," Aizen groaned around a mouthful, playing his hand up along Ichigo's rigid cock.
"God..ahn." As Ichigo melted with the foreplay, cheek pressed to the dusty floor, arms and legs aching from the position he was in, he came to a disturbing conclusion. He enjoyed rough and kinky sex. He just hated the man that had molded his body to crave it. A finger pushed inside him smoothly, his ass clamping around the probing digit. His breath came out ragged with his increasing desire.
"So tight," Aizen muttered, biting soft over his ass.
"Master," Ichigo moaned, more for Aizen's ego than the pleasure. If fantasy couldn't get him through his sessions with Aizen, then maybe making the cocky fucker think he only wanted him could work to Ichigo's advantage. Trust was what he had to work for. Time was what he needed to build his strength. If getting pounded by this vicious psychopath was what he had to do to survive and win, so be it. His lips curved in a secret smile. "More, please. I want your cock."
"Yes, after so long, you're finally learning," Aizen breathed, pulling his finger free. Ichigo panted, listening to the swish of clothing being removed behind him. When Aizen's cock pressed and slide into him, Ichigo moaned, welcoming the pleasure it brought, using it to fuel his hate for the son of a bitch. In time, maybe he could learn more of his dear Master's secrets, all the while working to take his sorry ass down.
"Fuck," Ichigo moaned and smirked, pushing back against Aizen's hurried thrusts, imagining the day when he would be free, knowing that the once great powerful Master would die wondering how his slave got the best of him.
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