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Prize of Victory 1.5
By : NovaAlexandria
Category: Bleach > General
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Warnings: Contains Yammy. Need I say more? �locks bunker doors�

The Tenth

He was hungry, annoyed and where was that damned dog when he needed something to kick anyway?

While Yammy Llargo had been hoping that Aizen would let them eat the survivors, some of whom would make a substantial meal, the option of Claiming one of them appealed to him too. He didn�t care why Aizen wanted the remaining Shinigami officers alive. Kami probably had his reasons. At the moment, his biggest �want� was a chance to take out some of his anger on the prancing princess, the one with the pink-petaled blade that had made the colossal mistake of letting him go from �ten� to �zero� during their battle.

The arrogant Taichou had overestimated his own abilities and underestimated Yammy�s bad mood. Sure, the prissy little bitch had made him resort to his last, most powerful form, a fact that Yammy wasn�t happy about. However, the Espada had used his opponent as a doormat, all but wiping his many, many feet on the Shinigami. That the man had survived the encounter made this so much sweeter. He now had the perfect opportunity to put the man he�d defeated in his proper place.

If he remembered things right, �Kuchiki� was the name of a noble family, and as such, the man would be able to keep him well-supplied with food and saké. �Noble� meant �rich,� so that also meant a comfortable place to sleep. None of the other captives had those things, helping Yammy make up his mind. He strode over to the black-haired Taichou with a nasty smile and cracking his massive knuckles together.

�You heard Kami-sama! Looks like I get to fuck your ass as well as beat it,� he laughed as he loomed over Kuchiki Byakuya

The noble looked up at him with obvious disgust, and he opened his mouth, probably to deliver a scathing retort or some other nonsense. Yammy didn�t really care � he had an itch in his hakama and wanted to scratch it as soon as possible. Therefore, he grasped Byakuya by the upper arm and dragged him away from the gathering like a rag doll, hardly feeling the Shinigami�s feeble efforts to break free. The Shinigami may have been physically healed, but he was still weak. Orihime�s healing hadn�t restored his reiatsu. Yammy�s patience was also thin. He didn�t bother leaving the 1st Division, like that hen-pecked fool Starrk or Grimmjow. Instead, he kicked open the door to the first room he found and tossed his soon-to-be-pet against the wide desk of some important person�s office. One of his big hands slammed the door shut behind him.

Turning around, Yammy saw that Byakuya had regained his feet. Those cold grey eyes had finally started to heat up, flashing furiously. The Espada found that funny, though not as funny as the crimson that flooded Byakuya�s face as he shrugged off his vest and then, the rest of his white Arrancar�s uniform. His erection jutted proudly upwards and he was gratified to see the Shinigami�s eyes get bigger by the second. Yammy was far from small and no matter how good the finishing of the Claim would feel, his prize was in for a world of hurt.

That was just fine with the Tenth.

�I would sooner die than let you disgrace me in such a way,� Byakuya finally snarled and raised one hand. Yammy�s reply was little more than a sneer.

�Not your choice.� His hand shot out and grabbed the noble�s wrist before Byakuya�s hand could complete its trajectory. That sent the burst of energy into a corner, where it demolished a portion of the floor and part of whatever had been next door. He caught Byakuya�s other wrist before the Shinigami could send another blast of Kido at Yammy�s head. One meaty paw enveloped both of Byakuya�s hands and he slammed that huge fist to the side and down. That allowed him to use his larger bulk to immobilize his prey.

Only now did he finally see some fear creeping into those grey orbs. It grew greater the longer he leered down at the bitch. So did his desire to see Byakuya bleed. The Espada tore the rest of his victim�s tattered shihakusho away, including the man�s fundoshi. The only items left on him were his sandals and tabi and with what Yammy had in mind, those wouldn�t get in the way.

The body beneath him was finely made, sleek muscles covered with smooth, pale skin. Yammy was going to enjoy plundering it again and again. The fool was struggling, trying to escape what he was about to do to it. It was time to teach his property how futile fighting him would be.

Yanking his fist a second time brought Byakuya to his knees and Yammy caught the man�s jaw between his other thumb and forefinger. He jerked down and wrenched the Shinigami�s mouth open. Without further ado, the Espada shoved his thick cock past the noble�s lips and straight down his throat. His flesh cut off a scream and his victim�s struggles intensified. Yammy easily held Byakuya�s head in place, relishing the sensation of a warm, wet tongue trying unsuccessfully to push out the offending member. Groaning lewdly, he began to thrust, repeatedly hitting the back of the gagging Shinigami�s throat.

With a frantic tongue working him and a pair of pretty lips wrapped around his length, Yammy almost forgot about the Claim. It was easy to lose track of time, watching the growing panic on his bitch�s face, which had taken on a grayish hue from lack of air.

Unfortunately, he didn�t want to lose his load too soon, so he reluctantly pulled out. Byakuya coughed violently as his airway cleared and took a ragged breath. Yammy was now wet enough to do what he wanted. He hauled his prey up, twisted the smaller man around and shoved a trembling Byakuya face-first over the desk. Lifting the man�s hip with his free hand, he used his foot to kick the Shinigami�s left leg to the side and settled into the gap.

�Hope you�re ready pet. Here I come!�

Yammy relished the short, sharp scream as he buried himself in the nobleman�s ass, the saliva providing only rudimentary lubrication. The passageway was tight, very tight, and oh so pleasurable. He was barely able to move at all at first. Then the iron-rich smell of blood permeated the air. The shaking thighs and the smooth ass under him became slick with it, though it didn�t aid as far as pumping. Blood usually made a lousy lubricant, but Yammy wasn�t the one being fucked, so it mattered little to him. The Shinigami panted harshly, attempting to keep silent, though it was only a matter of time before the dam holding back pained cries gave way. No one could stay silent for long under such conditions. The Tenth was enjoying himself, so much so that he didn�t bother starting the Claiming process just yet. There was no rush; it would only take a few infusions of reiatsu to bind the noble to him, so he decided to wait until he was close to completion.

Byakuya�s thrashing slowly grew weaker and the whimpers louder the longer Yammy fucked him, though it took the cessation of movement to remind the Espada that he didn�t want to kill this one. It took no time at all to cast his Claim and he sank his teeth into the meat of Byakuya�s shoulder, creating a deep wound. Fresher, redder blood dripped onto the desk and from there to the floor. The noble didn�t show any sign that he�d climaxed when Yammy had completed the Claim, too traumatized by the brutality of it to display anything other than blank-eyed shock.

The brute pulled out after his cock�s throbbing subsided and took a good look at his freshly-acquired pet slumped across the sullied desk, rivulets of blood and red-tinted semen running down his inner thighs. Sweaty strands of long black hair clung to the man�s cheeks and the only sign the bitch still breathed was the thin, almost inaudible wheeze of air as it leaked from between his barely-parted lips.

�Beautiful,� he growled, retrieving his clothing while his Claim settled. Disgust, mortification and an overwhelming amount of anger trickled into his mind, along with a lot of physical pain. Yammy considered that a good start. Even now, Byakuya had a great deal of self-control. The sooner the Espada shattered that, the better.

Even though it hadn�t taken much energy to enslave the now-former Taichou, it had been a long day and Yammy had put more effort into defeating this particular enemy than he cared to recall. His stomach growled loudly, reminding him that he needed a meal and he didn�t care whether it came in the form of food or a few unlucky souls.

�I�m starved. Take me to your den,� he ordered, jerking roughly on the Claim.

A small, shameful sort of whine emanated from his captive as the command drove him to haul his bruised and battered body its feet. As tempting as it was to force the noble to walk all the way home in that state, Yammy recalled that unlike the Arrancar, Aizen had issues with unnecessary nudity. A quick check of the office yielded an embroidered kimono, still carefully folded in its box. He tossed that to his pet with the unspoken order to put it on. It was tight in the shoulders and from the pattern, the thing had been made for a woman, but if wearing it kept Aizen off his back, so be it. Moreover, his pet looked good in it. If Yammy wanted to partake of his bitch, doing so would be easier if he wore something like that, rather than a shihakusho. The idea grew on him the more he thought about it.

�Well look at you! You�re as pretty as a princess!� he said mockingly. Then Yammy�s eyes narrowed and he jerked his thumb towards the door. �Now, move your ass!�

Byakuya�s body jerked in obedience.

�What have you done to me?� The Shinigami�s voice was still rough from Yammy�s oral assault and the screaming, but it wasn�t broken yet. The fear that had been in check finally joined all of the other negative emotions and the Tenth laughed in triumph.

�I made you my bitch. I tell you what to do, and you do it. If I want you to get on your knees and suck my cock until I fill your mouth with cum, you�ll do it. You�ll even swallow like you love it. You can�t lie to me either. I�ll know it, sweetheart!�

Horror, disgust, frustration and fear competed for supremacy as he forced his slave to lead him through the growing destruction. Byakuya limped along, which only magnified the rush of unhappiness the noble fed him � unable to move at high speed, he had to bear witness to the crushing of the Gotei 13�s supposedly mighty forces. They�d been caught with their pants down, figuratively and from the looks of it, literally, especially when they passed a Numeros who had caught a treat near the gate. The naked woman�s screams kindled such rage in the nobleman and an equal amount of guilt as Yammy�s directive required him to walk past the two, leaving her to her fate.

Getting through the gate was a problem, as his pet refused to set foot outside the walls. The Espada remedied that situation by grabbing Byakuya by the hair and pulling him through. Then he shook the Shinigami mercilessly, to punish him for his defiance. The man�s explanation, that there was no gate, fell on deaf ears. Yammy could see the thing and if he could see it, there was no reason for his pet not to see it too.

The Kuchiki den turned out to be impressive. It even had its own guards, though none of these would have made more than a mouthful for someone of Yammy�s power. Still, they�d be useful, if only to bring him food� or be food. He wasn�t picky.

�Kuchiki-sama!� Both guards bowed as he and Byakuya approached and then stared at his unexpected attire. They also eyed Yammy warily, not quite knowing what to make of him. The one on the left cleared his throat and said, �The elders request your presence in the main council chamber at your convenience. There seems to be trouble��

Byakuya cut off the guard before he could finish.

�I will talk with them. See to it the gates are secured, and put the staff on alert.�

�Hai, Kuchiki-sama!�

�The only thing we are going to see to,� Yammy grunted as soon as they were through the gates, �is getting some food.�

�I have duties to my family. I need��

Yammy yanked on the Claim to shut him up, uninterested in whatever these �needs� were. If it didn�t involve his wants, it could wait.

�Your family will be lucky if Aizen-kami doesn�t kill �em,� he grunted. �Now, get me something to eat, damn it!�

With no choice, Byakuya did as ordered, leading him to a room with a low sitting table and summoning servants. Trays of food began to arrive shortly and he tore into what was on them with gusto. The accompanying saké went down smoothly and he had to admit the cooks here were infinitely better than the pathetic Numeros staffing Aizen�s kitchens in Las Noches. He found having his new pet serve him amusing too, especially from a kneeling position. Yammy leaned back on his cushion and opened his mouth wide enough for the noble to hand-feed him a cluster of grapes.

Nothing this good could last, of course. A gaggle of elderly men and women dressed in fine kimonos walked in on them. Their brief silence, brought about by the shock of seeing the family leader doing the unthinkable, was short-lived. They began expressing their unhappiness and Yammy paid them no mind until their screeching got on his nerves. Without warning, he reached over and grasped the nearest Elder by the face. He dragged the shrieking, protesting woman into his personal space and without preamble, bit into her neck. Her surprised cry at being manhandled immediately ended in bloody gurgle. She had very little reiatsu, but the taste of fresh blood in his mouth complimented the grilled beef on his plate. The rest watched, thrown into a horrified stupor as he consumed her, bite by bite and tossed her bloodied clothing to the floor. A shaking servant crept from the corner of the hall and collected it, turning the ruined kimono over and over in her hands. Her eyes never left the menace as he chewed.

�Does anyone else want to interrupt my meal?� Yammy thundered, glowering at the other Elders still in the room. They scattered like rats, leaving him with Byakuya once more. He licked the blood from his lips and fingers, and then slurped a bowl of udon to wash down the coppery flavour. His pet stared at him in queasy disbelief.

�Next fucker who interrupts my meal will be eaten alive,� he warned, and belched loudly, enough for those terrified souls hovering in the hallway to hear it. It didn�t take long for the message to be passed along, servant to servant. With no more interruptions. Yammy ate until he was satisfied, clearing several trays and uncountable dishes.

�You,� he grumbled and pointed to one of the three terrified serving girls tasked with cleaning up the table. The mousy little thing froze, her eyes getting bigger than the dish in her hands. �Forget that and see to it that�� he paused and looked at Byakuya closely. The noble still reminded him of a princess in his current attire, so he decided to make it official, �my Chicchai-Hime is cleaned, healed, and ready for me to fuck in the morning.� The rage and mortification at this new moniker amplified a thousand-fold across the Claim. �And you,� he growled to another frightened girl, �can show me to the best sleeping chamber this place has so I can get some fucking shuteye.�

After the barbaric introduction to his eating habits, the help scrambled as if their lives depended on it. The first girl all but pushed Byakuya out of the hall, apologizing the whole way to her former master and the second bowed so low he could see the back of her neck. The servant quickly showed him to a sumptuous room and he cast off his food-smeared uniform while she replaced the bedding on the futon. She fled before his back hit the mattress, but it didn�t really matter to Yammy.

He�d started out today on a cold stone floor, with only that shit-for-brains masked mutt Kukkapuro for company. Now he had a much better pet, one that could do more than fetch gnawed bones and bark. Closing his eyes, he smiled toothily and stretched, putting his hands behind his head. Tomorrow he�d start training Byakuya some new tricks, to please his new master.

If the bitch knew what was good for him, he�d be a fast learner.

Next up, Aizen.
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Prize of Victory 1.5