Broken
Prolog
Hueco mundo was a special kind of hell for squad 8 captain Shunsui Kyoraku, mostly because of the lack of sake' if he was totally honest with himself but really with all the sand everywhere he was miserable and probably would still be so even if buzzed. Ukitake had stayed behind to help guard the wounded in the camp, mostly lower ranking soul reapers and most of them not even seated officers, and Kyoraku was currently perched in a tree (or what passed as a tree here) and was using his high vantage point to look out for pesky menos. The Gillian variety had been plentiful since they'd gotten here, hence the wounded back at camp, though they hadn't yet found a pattern to their appearances or what they seemed to be after. Aizen was still up to kami knew what, and the fact that he'd been quiet for so long even with captains in his territory didn't sit well with Kyoraku; he had a bad feeling that he couldn't shake and it had been plaguing him since well before they'd gotten here.
He glanced back towards camp which was no more than five miles away and everything seemed quiet but the unease he felt only worsened and he narrowed his eyes as he straightened; he made his way back slowly just in case his feeling was right and he was walking into an ambush, but when he entered the campsite what he found was even worse. Bodies were flung everywhere, the temporary shelters they'd been in were crushed, and the most bone chilling of all was the white outer robe and shihakusho of the squad 13 captain Jushiro Ukitake which had been carefully hung on a large bone white stick as a taunt. Kyoraku rushed forward without thinking but whatever had done this was already gone, and as he frantically scanned the bodies for a head of familiar white hair he felt both hopeful and sick when he didn't see Ukitake among the dead
'They took him, possibly alive, but why?' he tried to block out the looks he'd seen Aizen give to Ukitake more than once before his betrayal, the ones the squad 13 captain had been blissfully unaware of that spoke of lust among other darker things, but they swam before his eyes and he hunched over and fought the urge to throw up 'If he touches one hair on your head, Ju, I will eviscerate him,' he thought as rage filled him and he turned towards the large building in the distance with new purpose 'Hang on Ju, I'm coming,'
Chapter 1
Ukitake felt the sting of claws in his back but he hardly flinched, the scars there had built up pretty thickly over the last few months, and when the male behind him rammed his cock into his ass Ukitake clenched his jaw to hold in the whimper that he knew would only further arouse the creature. Arrancar, the humanoid hollows, as well as adjuchas, the more animalistic hollows had all come through here at one time or another but Aizen was by far the worst. All fucked him in one way or another, but Aizen refused to leave until Ukitake was broken and bloody on the now rare occasion he decided to come and play. He'd been a constant for the first week of Ukitake's captivity but a large tremor had rocked the building and Aizen had been less frequent since then. The hollow behind him quickly finished, it seemed that most of them did once they were inside him, and got bored with Ukitake's lack of reaction so he slapped his ass once and left as Ukitake slumped a bit.
He was currently chained by his wrists which were held above his head in the center of a white room that was splattered with his blood, and he'd been that way for days if his sense of time wasn't totally messed up, so his arms had long since fallen asleep and his feet were barely touching the ground. He chanted kido spells in his head to ignore the sound of cum dripping from his ass and onto the floor, his spirit energy sealed away before he'd awoken that first day so he wasn't able to actually use any of the kido he knew but it helped him stay sane. The rest of the day passed in relative quiet, but after what Ukitake sensed was probably dinner time the door behind him swished open and Ukitake waited to see what would happen next and he felt his skin go cold when a familiar pink flowered kimono that was stained in blood and shredded practically beyond recognition was tossed into his line of sight. It landed on the floor with a wet plop and Ukitake could only stare in disbelief as tremors shook his body
"Shunsui Kyoraku, captain of squad 8, and a dear friend of yours as I recall," Aizen said from behind him, his footsteps slowly drawing him closer though Ukitake was beyond hearing him now as several tears escaped his eyes "finally, some emotion!" he exclaimed then his face hardened again "And all it took was me killing your best friend," Ukitake's gaze snapped up to Aizen's face, seeing the sparkle of triumph in his eyes, and he let out a cry of denial as he crumbled. He sobbed brokenly for hours, then just as he was starting to calm down he'd see Kyoraku's blood stained kimono and the dam would break again. One of the arrancar let him down at Aizen's order at some point but Ukitake stayed crumpled where he'd fallen, not flinching when Aizen rammed his cock down his throat, and even swallowing what he'd before been spitting out as his mind completely shut down.
The man he had loved for decades was dead; there was no more reason for him to fight.
Kyoraku burst into yet another empty room with a curse and turned to hurry to the next one, this damned place of Aizen's was the size of a city by itself and with all the dangers lurking here even after that bastard's defeat it had been talked about not so quietly about the soul society just leaving it to the hollows as nature intended.
The only problem with that was Kyoraku was still convinced that Ukitake was in here somewhere.
Yamamoto had granted him three days to search for the missing captain and Kyoraku was currently on day three and a half, only still searching because the old man had probably forgotten about their agreement or he himself wanted Ukitake found. Kyoraku got to the end of yet another hallway and kicked in a door, relieving a bit of the anger he felt but not by much, and he was about to turn away but his eyes darted to the side and he froze when he saw the form hunched there. Ukitake was so white he practically blended in to the room, the only reason Kyoraku had even seen him was because of a smallish bruise on his hip that looked to be in the final stages of healing. His hands were bound behind his back and he was lying on his side facing away from the door, and when Kyoraku rushed to him the other man didn't twitch a single muscle making Kyoraku fear the worst
"Ju!" he called in a panic and knelt behind the other man, fear a living creature in his chest until he reached out a shaking hand and found warm flesh. He carefully untied his wrists, noting with no small amount of rage all of the scars that littered Ukitake's back, and when he flipped Ukitake over to look at his face he felt his already cracked heart fracture further when he saw the vacant look in Ukitake's eyes. The squad 13 captain's body was here, but his mind appeared to have completely shattered "Ju, can you hear me?" he asked as he helped the other captain sit up but it was as if the other man were a soft warm doll, he didn't move a muscle on his own, and when Kyoraku lightly patted his cheek to see if he'd gain a reaction he got nothing. He gathered Ukitake to his chest with a sob, relief a bitter sweet feeling as he stood to his feet a moment before a hell butterfly came into the room with old man Yama's decision that they were out of time "I found him," he croaked "I'm bringing him home,"
Head captain Yamamoto listened to the message a hundred times before Kyoraku stepped with Ukitake through the senkaimon that brought them home, his heart breaking as a parent who'd lost a child, and he feared as he watched Kyoraku walk towards the squad 8 barracks that he might soon lose them both. He'd known for a long time of their feelings for each other, and as things were Ukitake would never be himself again and Kyoraku was smart enough to know it. The squad 8 captain had fulfilled his duties by bringing Ukitake home, and Yamamoto could only pray that Ukitake would show some sign of recovering or Kyoraku was as good as dead right along with him.