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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 7

Ichigo looked at the familiar skyscrapers and wondered if this was a dream. It had been so long since he'd been inside his own soul, that he was unsure and light footed as he stepped along the smooth surface beneath his bare feet. A soft breeze ruffled his hair and he closed his eyes with a peaceful smile, feeling perfect serenity. It felt like home.

God, I want to stay here forever.

"But you know you can't, Ichigo."

"Zangetsu," he whispered and opened his eyes to look at his zanpakuto that stood before him. "I haven't been able to hear you in so long."

"I've always been with you." He smiled soft. "You were too brainwashed into thinking that collar could keep us separated to hear me."

Ichigo looked down. "Not very wise for a shinigami."

"You are so very young," Zangetsu said, fingers slipping under Ichigo's chin to tilt his face back up to look at him. "But you are learning more as each day passes."

"Am I really? I haven't held you in my hand in over three years. I haven't fought, brandishing you to protect anyone."

"It's like riding a bike. You never forget," Zangetsu said with a slight shrug of his shoulder.

"Is that silly analogy your great words of wisdom?" Ichigo asked, crossing his arms.

"Hm. No, that is just fact, Ichigo. A shinigami never forgets."

Ichigo slowly lost his smile. "You're right, but I feel so useless."

"I know, but don't falter from your training."

"Oh course I won't," Ichigo said with a slight edge to his voice as he walked along past Zangetsu. "I have no plans to lose this time, old man."

Zangetsu smiled, appearing beside him to walk along. "I have no doubt in your ability."

"Don't you? I lost the first time."

"All warriors experience loses."

"The destruction of Soul Society and my home resulted in my loss. So many deaths, all because of me," Ichigo insisted, eyes pained with grief.

"If you think you were the sole reason for defeat, then you are a fool, Ichigo."

Ichigo smiled sadly. "Then I'm a fool."

Zangetsu shook his head. "Too much at risk to put on such a young man's shoulders alone. You weren't ready."

"So I've been told."

"By someone wise, no doubt."

Ichigo smiled and thought of Grimmjow. "In his own way, yes."

Zangetsu gave him a knowing smile. "Your feelings grow for him."

"You know about Grimmjow?"

"How can I not? I'm with you, Ichigo, always."

"Then you know everything about Aizen too." Ichigo looked away shamefully.

"Some would have broken long ago, but not you, Ichigo. My Master is too strong to fall."

"But I did fall."

"You picked yourself back up," Zangetsu insisted firmly. "You will not fall again."

Such strong conviction. Ichigo couldn't ignore or deny it. Just being able to come here showed his growing strength. He looked back to his zanpakuto and smiled, feeling electric pulses of power even as he stood there. The blade that he was so familiar with materialized in front of his eyes, hovering and waiting for him to take the hilt in his hand.

"So long since I felt your weight." Ichigo took the offered blade as Zangetsu smiled before him.

"Well, you say you haven't wielded me for so long. Shall we spar?" A twin blade appeared in Zangetsu's hand.

I have missed this. Ichigo gave the slightest nod, then blades met, ringing with a musical sound that resonated through his body. Ichigo smiled. Like riding a bike. They moved together harmoniously with each meeting of blades, sweating from pores and making muscles burn in a satisfying way. Time was lost to him, but here it didn't matter.

~~~

Ichigo's eyes snapped open as he was awoken from something deeper than sleep. Aizen was coming back. He and Zangetsu felt it, so they had to part ways for the time being. His zanpakuto had literally shoved him out to get him moving before Aizen could come in the room and notice something amiss. He sighed, feeling robbed somehow as he rolled on his side and looked at the door Aizen would soon come walking through. Now that he was back from the recesses of his soul, he realized he had not been there so long. Maybe a few hours at most. Free time was always so bitterly short.

Ichigo's eyes wandered from the door to the journal that was on the bedside table. He had read some of it after the shock had worn off. Most of it was family related. Nothing much about his fathers past was in the pages of slightly messy handwriting. His father had definitely had the writing skill of a doctor. He stopped asking himself why his father had never told him who he really was. He did wonder if his mother had ever known, but he had yet to read anything from the journal that would indicate that she did.

When the door opened, he didn't bother looking Aizen's way. He didn't have to to know his eyes were on him. The door shut quietly and the Master moved about the room doing things Ichigo chose to pay no heed to. He did hear the distinct sound of a wine bottle opening and the liquor being poured, but that was normal for Aizen. Ichigo had rarely seen him drink anything else. When a filled glass was hovered in front of his face, he blinked and looked up at Aizen.

"Take it."

"What's in it?" Ichigo asked, only slightly sarcastic. Since being drugged that one night, he always had a slight degree of unease that Aizen would do it again on a whim.

Aizen smiled. "Nothing, I promise." He kept it outstretched in offering. Ichigo sat up on the bed and took the slim base of the wine glass in his hand, looking at the deep red liquid within. He had only tasted beer a few times before, and a sip of champagne once at a wedding when he was fourteen. "Don't stare at it. Have a taste."

"Yes, Master." He took a small sip, then another. It wasn't so bad, but not something he'd want to drink all the time.

"Good?"

"...It's alright."

"Just alright? This is the absolute best." He laughed soft and poured a glass for himself. "I'm sure with time you can get to enjoy it, like you enjoy me," he said softly and looked at Ichigo.

"Yes, Master," he said again and took another sip.

Aizen took a drink, watching him over the rim. "Mm. I can even compare this rich wine with you, Ichigo."

"What do you mean?"

"The slight bitterness is like your lingering resistance and the sweetness is like your relinquished moans when I break through to your deeply hidden desires."

"Don't talk like it's so simple to get to me." Ichigo looked away, feeling the heat of shame rising on his cheeks. True, some of what he did with Aizen was nothing more than an act, but when he got right down to it, he embraced it.

"But it is simple. It gets easier each time I take you." Aizen came over and took Ichigo's glass.

"Do you just enjoy bringing this up all the time to irritate me?"

"No, just to remind you. I have been busy and it has been a few days since I've fucked you," he said softly, setting their wine glasses aside.

"Bastard," Ichigo said in a way that was hard to distinguish between hate and seduction. Aizen gripped his hair and yanked him up into a hard kiss. Ichigo bit at his tongue, then sucked the wiggling muscle that explored his mouth wickedly. He dug his nails into the back of Aizen's neck, grinding his body against him provocatively. Aizen groaned, and Ichigo smirked into the embrace with satisfaction. Who is seducing who?

Aizen pulled from the kiss, gasping. "Mm, bitter and sweet, yes?"

"Yes," Ichigo answered accordingly, like the obedient slave that he was supposed to be. I'm going to make you suffer when the time comes. He licked his lips, tasting wine and fury.

"Ichigo," Aizen whispered, fingers tracing over his cheek and down to the collar that circled his neck. "I know of your power."

"...What?" Shit, please, not again. He had been so careful when practicing control over his reiatsu.

"I won't continue to make assumptions that you could have never beaten me. Given time, you would have become even more powerful than I." Ichigo looked at him, still unsure, waiting for him to attack with a possibly more powerful collar. "But obviously, I couldn't allow that, so I sent Ulquiorra to..persuade Orihime to come our side with a threat to you and all her friends if she did not. We had to attack quick and furiously." He smirked. "You were growing in strength every day, every hour, every minute."

He's telling me this now? Does this mean he is becoming more trusting? Ichigo could only hope. Aizen wasn't one to get too in depth with him about the past or present for that matter.

Aizen's gaze became more lustful. "Mm, fifteen years is but a blink of an eye for a shinigami, but it was so very long waiting for you to be just ripe enough."

What? Ichigo gasped as he was pulled up roughly, Aizen's lips ravishing his neck, just below his ear. Eyes wide and panting sporadically, Ichigo was lost for words. He wanted to hear more, but he lacked the capacity to speak. Ask him to talk more, you idiot! But, did he really want to have a clearer insight of Aizen's perverse mind? Fifteen years. God. Did that mean Aizen knew all about him since he was born? Aizen growled against his ear, his hot breath sending a shudder of revulsion, and yet, his body still yearned. Fuck, he wanted Grimmjow so bad.

"I've always desired to have you for myself," Aizen said, pressing him back on the bed and sliding up to pin his body.

"Aizen." Ichigo struggled, more in a real attempt to get away this time. Had Aizen been watching him, even as a child? It sent shivers down his spine. He tried twisting away when Aizen's fingers slipped under the waist of his pants.

Aizen chuckled and pinned his hips. "You truly know what turns me on, Ichigo." His lips lowered to a stiff nipple.

"No!" A heavy knock on the door froze Aizen's lips and his cool eyes narrowed. Ichigo swallowed, silently thanking the interrupter for having such perfect timing. He needed time to cool off and take in what Aizen had told him, and he couldn't do that if the bastard was thrusting and sweating like an animal on top of him.

Aizen stood, looking none too happy. "Come in!"

Gin entered as Aizen turned to the door. "Aizen, sorry to disturb you, but we have..." He stopped and looked at Ichigo. "Perhaps it would be best to speak in private."

"Very well." Aizen looked at Ichigo. "You've escaped me for tonight, Pet. I have a feeling I'll be busy." He looked back at Gin, somewhat annoyed, but then he chuckled and followed Gin out, shutting the door softly behind them.

"Shit," Ichigo muttered with a slow release of held breath, covering his face with his hands. He wished Aizen would lose the bad habit of telling him mind bending shit right before he wanted to fuck. He sat up, willed his hard on away and grabbed the journal to read more. He was convinced there had to be something else in the pages he just hadn't found yet. He read about family outings that he could clearly remember, and other details the he was already aware of.

"Dammit, why couldn't he have been honest with me," he whispered to the emptiness of the room. He gave up and put the journal aside again, and looked at it with disdain, but his eyes softened before he looked away from it. He thought about how his Dad would always try to get him with those surprise attacks, and how they would fight from time to time. Ichigo smiled and laughed a little. Maybe his Dad had been getting him trained in his own way.

Ichigo absently took up the wine glass again and downed the rest in a few swallows. It wasn't terrible. Actually, it had a very good taste. He looked at the uncorked bottle and smirked a little. He had half a mind to get smashed. He wondered how Aizen would feel about that. He got up before he could think too much and took up the bottle to take a swig.

"Sure you should do that?"

"Fuck!" Wine splashed down his chest when he jerked with surprise from the voice above. Grimmjow chuckled and jumped down with the grace of a wildcat.

"Caught you off guard. You got to work on that, lover."

"Not funny." He put the bottle down. "Your reiatsu is hidden. You cheated."

"Wasn't cheating. I was just testing you."

"Testing me?"

"Ichigo, you're training. I'm helping. You need to hone your ability to sense hidden reiatsu."

"Is that even possible?"

"Of course."

"Hm." Ichigo moved to go to the bathroom to clean the wine from his chest.

Grimmjow grabbed his wrist to stop him and smiled. "Let me." He pulled Ichigo closer and ran his tongue over the wasted wine that covered his skin.

"Fuck," Ichigo gasped soft, turning to instant putty in his hands as his hot tongue worked over him.

"Mm." Grimmjow pulled up for a kiss, rough and needy. When he pulled back, Ichigo tried to follow his lips, but was denied.

"Stop teasing me, you bastard," Ichigo smiled.

"You like to be teased," he said with a smirk, tugging a nipple.

"It's been a few weeks since I've seen you, Grimm. Please, no teasing this time," he whispered.

"Okay," he whispered back and took a tube of lube from his pocket. "Look at me, coming here all prepared."

Ichigo smiled. "Good."

"Show me what you got for me," Grimmjow said, opening the tube with his thumb, grinning all the while. Ichigo slid his pants off, exposing his erection that bobbed slightly with his movements.

"I love it already." Grimmjow squeezed some of the lube over his palm, then moved close, fingers curling around Ichigo's stiff organ to coat it with slow strokes. "I tire of these quickies. I want you to myself," Grimmjow groaned against Ichigo's ear.

"I know," Ichigo panted soft. "I feel the same, but it's all we can risk." His hips pumped eagerly. "We'll have our time when this is all over."

Grimmjow grinned. "Until then, fuck me." He shifted, tugging down his pants. Ichigo watched as Grimmjow bent over, gripping the edge of the desk in invitation. Ichigo let his eyes roam over the curves and muscles, his cock twitching in anticipation. "Now you're teasing me. Get to it," Grimmjow growled soft.

"Payback is a bitch," Ichigo said and chuckled soft, grabbing his lover's hips. "Aizen will figure that out soon enough." The head of his cock pushed against a slight resistance before he slipped into the tight warmth of his lover's tunnel. "Fuck."

"Hard," Grimmjow groaned, ass grinding back to get Ichigo's cock as deep as he possibly could.

"Grimmjow." Ichigo's breath hitched as he began to thrust and pound into his lover. Ichigo wasn't one for cliche thoughts of them being made for each other. No, not at all. What he did know was that it felt damn incredible being inside this man, thrusting with everything he was worth, working to make him moan as he was himself. Aizen could never, and would never be able to fulfill him this way. To that end, Aizen had already lost.

~~~

Aizen stepped into the dank chamber and looked at the bulky young man that was bound by wrist, ankles and neck to the floor by chains so heavy he was surprised that he was upright at all. He was strong, but Aizen already knew that. Dark brown tufts of hair were blocking eyes that were surely glaring at him. Finally caught you. Aizen smiled with cool satisfaction.

"Yasutora Sado," Aizen said and locked the door behind him. He looked back to the new prisoner. "Your friends call you Chad, yes?" He got a soft grunt in reply. "Well, Chad.."

"You're not my friend," he said, deep, yet soft voice filling the chamber.

Aizen chuckled. "Get ready to keep talking, because you're going to answer my questions, one way or another." Another grunt. "Where is Nelliel?" Silence. Aizen smirked, grabbed a whip from a hook off the wall and moved closer. "Once more. Where is she?" Cold silence. Aizen sighed. "Very well."

Outside the door, Gin smiled as the first crack of the whip and a muffled yell reached his ears. Even without the company of his slave, Aizen was sure to have an entertaining night.
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