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The Pet	By : Dudette Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5558 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Pet

Chapter
warning: NC17, noncon, rape, abuse

*

The sounds
of flesh thrusting against flesh could be heard through the door to the big, scarcely
furnished room. Every now and then the slapping sounds would be accompanied by
a moan or groan, or a muttered cuss.

Manio
Hurencas was blushing heatedly where he stood guard outside his master�s throne
room. Not for the first time since Aizen-sama had gotten his new pet did the
young arrancar curse his extremely sensitive hearing. He hated to admit it but
the sounds were making him a tad� uncomfortable� in more ways than one. One
part of him wished he could yell at them to stop doing what they were doing,
another wished he could walk in there and join in- the way the story always
seemed to end in those human magazines Noitra-sama had found in the human
world. Of course those stories were of men bedding women, not men bedding other
men, but he was fairly certain that there wasn�t all that big a difference. The
same parts seemed to what mattered.

More or
less�

Aizen-sama�s
pet was getting louder now, and Manio could hear his master�s voice urging the
hostage shinigami go louder still. Sometimes Manio couldn�t help but suspect
that his master derived some sort of perverse pleasure from knowing that he was
standing just outside the door-able to hear most of what was said and done.

�� that�s
it� scream just like that�� he heard Aizen whisper to his pet. His voice was
husky and strained. The pet gasped loudly, and then groaned almost as if in
pain. ��I always knew you�d make a good whore� I love the way you scream for
more��

��not by
choice�� came the strained reply.

Manio�s
eyes grew wide. The pet hadn�t talked back to Aizen-sama in a long time,
knowing the punishment would be severe. For a few, long moments all sounds from
the room stilled. Manio pricked his ears to try and distinguise the slightest
noise that would reveal what was happening on the other side of that door.

Then came
the sharp sound of a punch, followed by a gasp for air, and then thumping and a
crash as if someone had been thrown to the floor.

Slow footfalls
against the stone floor. Then the sound of another punch.

�� I never
did expect you of all people to submit� of course, that�s the best part�� came
Aizen-sama�s voice, sounding oddly content. �Now suck.�

There was a
long pause, then a sigh of contentment. ��Good pet.�

The sounds
were replaced by slurping noises, and the low voice of Aizen-sama as he
whispered out his approval. After a little while the sounds grew more rapid,
and then came a gagging sound, followed by a deep groan from Aizen-sama.

��That was
very nice. I do hope it wasn�t too much for you,� Aizen-sama said after a
while, only sounding slightly out of breath.

An icy
silence was his only answer, and Manio could hear his master chuckling.

�Manio,
would you join us in here?�

It wasn�t
really a request but an order, but it was spoken in that deceitfully warm tone
of voice that instantly made you trust the man speaking. Manio obeyed without
hesitation and opened the door.

It wasn�t
surprising finding that Aizen-sama already had his clothes on. Manio had a
sneaking suspicion that the man rarely took off more than necessary, if
anything at all. The clothes on the figure on the floor weren�t in very good
shape though, but the pale man avoided his gaze and kept his eyes locked on
some spot on the other side of the room. The white fingers were clutched to
what little clothes was still hanging on his slender frame, obviously trying to
cover himself as best he could.

�Yes,
Aizen-sama?�

The tall
brunette smiled at him warmly.

�I�d like
you to take my pet back to his room and clean him up, Manio.�

�Yes,
Aizen-sama,� he bowed and walked into the room, carefully collecting the
remaining pieces of clothing that was strewn around the room. Aizen-sama let
him, all the while with a small smile on his lips.

�You should
be grateful, pet,� he addressed the shinigami. �That Manio here has such a
tender heart as he lets you dress before exiting. Why don�t you say thank you?�

Again it
wasn�t a request, but an order.

The dark-haired
shinigami raised his chin, slowly looking over at Manio. His eyes were like
steel.

�Thank
you,� he said, not an ounce of emotion in his voice.

*

The
shinigami�s face was expressionless as a mask. Pretty to the point where Manio
sometimes doubted he was really a he and not a she. Of course he had seen the
proof by now, several times, but it still amazed him. When the shinigami had
first arrived here at Hueco Mundo Noitra-sama had been leering at him, until he
realised he was indeed a man. The tall, lanky arrancar had walked away
muttering under his breath about �fucking deceitful shinigami shit.�

Wordlessly
Manio continued to wipe the shinigami�s brow where the skin had broken. The
bleeding had stopped, but the bruises would remain for quite some time and the
split lip probably hurt some. The shinigami didn�t seem to care much, but Manio
figured it wasn�t so odd given the fact that the man was (despite his pretty
face) a trained shinigami.

�I shall
bring you some new clothes,� Manio said, putting the cloth aside and standing
up.

The pet
didn�t reply, merely kept his gaze locked at that invisible spot somewhere
towards the corner of the room.

He decided
to bring the other man something warm, and ended up finding a long white coat
of the same cut as his own, and a set of loose white trousers that resembled
those of Noitra-sama�s.

He came
back to the room, and opened the door, instantly stopping as he took in the
scene displaying in the room.

The pet on
his hands and knees in front of Zommari, with the bulky arrancar�s cock down
his throat, while Aaroniero stood close by, leering like a mad man.

When he had
opened the door two sets of eyes turned towards him, but the pet�s was still
firmly locked on that spot only he could see. Zommari�s thrusts halted
momentarily, but when he saw that it was just someone of such a low rank as
Manio he looked away and continued to fuck the prisoner�s already abused mouth.

�I�m sorry
for interrupting, Aaniero-sama, Zommari-sama,� Manio quickly babbled, bowing.
�I�m merely here to give the prisoner new clothes.�

He could
feel Aaniero�s gaze on him, and he cringed inwardly. Aaniero was one of the few
arrancars that really scared him. The other being Szayel-sama. And Aizen-sama
of course� but he was�t exactly am arrancar was he?

�Hey� how
about you leave them, and go fetch the pretty pet some food. He�ll need it�
unless he gets all full on Zommari of course.� Aaniero cackled happily, and
Zommari threw him a look as his big cock continued to piston in and out of the
pet�s mouth.

Some saliva
had slipped out of the pet�s mouth, and was trailing down his chin and throat.

�Yes,
Aaniero-sama;� Manio bowed again, set the clothes down on the floor and slipped
out of the room.

*

He was
feeling light-headed and dizzy; the big cock that was being shoved into his
mouth and throat at a rhythmic beat was making it difficult to get any air in
his lungs. His hands closed into fists. Useless of course, but the thoughts of
what he�d do to these arrancars - and most of all Aizen
� when he got his sword back made it easier to block out what was being done to
him. A sharp slap across his face dragged him back to the reality he loathed
though. Back to the humiliation and the veined cock being fed
to him.

�Don�t go
drifting off now, Kuchiki,� the arrancar
who�s face he loathed above anyone�s else�s said. �I
want you right here, body and mind, for the game we�ll play.� He bent down to
whisper in Byakuya�s ear. �Or would you rather we
went to visit that sweet sister of yours?�

He couldn�t
keep his gaze to dart to the arrancar�s face, and the
hollow laughed loudly.

�I guess
not. Although, I personally must say that I think she�d welcome my embrace.
Don�t you think? She did love this body.�

The arrancar held out his arms as if to give the shinigami room to inspect him. Inspect the body and face of
Kaien Shiba. The slim, powerful form, the familiar face, the telltale bulge
between the legs that filled Byakuya with a sense of
dread that he tried hard to surpress before the
emotion could show in his eyes. By the way the arrancar
was grinning he knew he had failed.

The hollow
slid a hand down and gripped the bulge through the fabric of his trousers.

�Like what
you see, little Byakuya?�

If only
looks could kill.

The arrancar was laughing again but Byakuya
couldn�t concentrate on that sound. His senses were drifting back to the
intruding member in his mouth. He wanted it to be over. He couldn�t breathe.
Black spots were beginning to flash before his eyes. Still the cock continued. In. out. In. out. Laughing. Pressing his eyes shut Byakuya
felt cold sweat slide down his forehead. He needed to end this.

Clenching
his fists tight, tight enough to hurt, he did the one thing he could think of.
He sucked. Hard. Willing then damned creature to spill
his seed and let him breathe.

Dimly he
could hear more laughing but he ignored it, instead concentrating on sucking
that thick cock as hard and fast as possible. He heard a loud growl from above,
and strong hands closed in his hair, nearly ripping it from its roots. So
close. The cock was shoving faster into his mouth now, making it hard to suck.

He felt the
cock hit the back of his throat forcefully, making him gag violently.

�Fuck�!�
the arrancar exclaimed, speaking for the first time
since he had entered the room. His thrusts were wild now, not only was he
thrusting into Byakuya�s face, but also pulling him
even closer by the hair. ��such� a� fucking�� the arrancar
growled, accentuating each word with a forceful thrust.

Then suddenly
the cock disappered, and Byakuya�s eyes flew open as
he gasped for air.

He gasped
as something warm and sticky hit his face, and the next second he realised it
was the arrancar�s cum. On his
face. In his hair.

��Cockslut.� The one looking like his long dead friend
finished, leering at him.

Byakuya
bent over and was instantly ill. Not that anything came up, he hadn�t eaten in
too long, only bile that splattered on the floor.

The arrancar was laughing.

Author�s
notes: Damn it�s been a long time since I�ve written anything! Must�ve been
years since I wrote a lemon of any sort too�. Feeling a bit embarrassed�
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