Wicked Truth
By Spunky0ne
(Thanks to Picklez80 for requesting a Shirosaki/Ichigo/Byakuya story!)
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After Byakuya's loss to Ichigo at Sokyoku Hill, the Kuchiki leader has a nocturnal visitor who makes a stunning accusation. What happens next is deliciously wicked, but nothing is more wicked than the truth Byakuya is avoiding…yaoi, mpreg…Hollow Ichigo/Byakuya, Ichigo/Byakuya, Renji/Tetsuya)
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Chapter 1: Night Terror
Kuchiki Tetsuya stood quietly within the darkened Kuchiki Manor gardens, his blue eyes scanning the mist and his senses piqued and looking for any signs of unnatural changes in the reiatsu around him. His tall, black Arabian stallion stood nearby, head down and his mouth cropping grass, but his senses as sharp as his shinigami master's.
With all that has happened, with Aizen's defection…knowing he is out there and plotting against us. It's hard to relax.
"Hey," Renji's friendly voice called out from the wooden walkway that ran along the main building of the estate, "are you on duty right now, or are you just not able to sleep?"
Tetsuya studied the numerous bandages that still covered Renji's battered form.
"I am just finishing up my shift," he answered quietly, "I was about to go to bed, but it looks as though your refusal to stay in bed as the healers told you to is catching up with you. You're bleeding again."
"Huh, it's okay. It's not that bad," Renji huffed, shaking his head, "And I can't sleep anyway. I might as well do something useful. Besides…"
He glanced in the direction of Byakuya's bedroom and a look of guilt covered his face.
"It's my job to protect him."
Tetsuya smiled.
"Byakuya-sama is well protected," he said, sounding amused, "You needn't cause yourself to bleed to death to show how sorry you are for betraying him."
The guilt on Renji's face intensified.
"That's right. You've been watching," he sighed, "You were aware for a long time, just like he was, weren't you? You probably don't think very much of me, do you? Turning on my own taicho like that. Maybe Aizen's more evil, but I tried to kill Byakuya too."
Renji blushed and a little laugh escaped him.
"Not that I actually did any real damage to him."
"Byakuya-sama was proud of your effort to challenge him in his support of Rukia-chan's death sentence," Tetsuya said softly, "That was not a betrayal."
"No," Renji agreed, ignoring s streak of blood that leaked onto his bare arm, "The betrayal is in the fact that I plotted against him before Aizen ever came along. I hated him for taking Rukia away and I got so angry that I became obsessed with growing stronger, so that I could beat him in a fight and make him give Rukia back to me. That fight might not have been a betrayal exactly, but we were gonna fight like that, one way or another."
"Yes," Tetsuya agreed, "and Byakuya-sama was not blind to that."
"And that didn't bother him?" Renji asked in a pained tone, "It doesn't bother you? I wanted to hurt him."
"Do you want to hurt him now?" Tetsuya asked calmly.
"Wh-what? No!" Renji exclaimed.
He cringed apologetically at how loud his voice sounded.
"No," he said, more quietly, "I don't want to hurt him. I hope you believe me when I say that."
"Why?" Tetsuya asked, looking at the redhead curiously, "Why would it matter to you what I think?"
"W-well, you're close to him," Renji stammered, the flush on his skin increasing, "You are his cousin and you are a real protector, not someone who turned on him and wanted to hurt him. You saw me at my worst, just like Taicho did. I feel like I should apologize to you too."
Tetsuya let out an amused breath.
"What you should do is let me heal you," he said, shaking his head, "You are leaking blood all over, Renji-san. Let me take you back to your room and take care of you."
Renji glanced in the direction of Byakuya's room, wearing an uncertain expression.
"Ah…"
"No one will get past Arashi," Tetsuya promised, "He and I were not hypnotized by Aizen, so we won't be fooled by an illusion. It's all right, Renji-san. Byakuya-sama will be safe. Come."
Tetsuya fell in alongside the redhead, leading him back to his room. Arashi continued to stand guard in the gardens, looking aloof, but perfectly aware of the state of things around him. Even so, he missed the moment when a little stream of reiatsu leaked out of the room where Kurosaki Ichigo laid, healing and sought Byakuya's open garden doors.
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Byakuya laid, curled around several pillows, resting in the only position that seemed comfortable, given the damage his body had taken. He slept deeply, under the influence of a powerful pain block and completely unaware of the reiatsu that leaked in through the garden doors, then slowly thickened and took on a pale, white form that, if colored, would have looked like Ichigo's. The white hollow form kept golden eyes fixed on the sleeping noble as he moved closer.
Kuchiki Byakuya.
The guy who thought he was gonna just execute the king. Yeah, you thought it would be so easy, didn't you? It almost was, wasn't it? I mean, you coulda cut him in half that first time, when you were so much stronger than him and I wasn't awakened yet? What a gentleman you were to just strike a fatal blow and walk away. What a prince…
You shoulda been more thorough, shouldn't you? You shoulda killed him then, not showed him mercy. Then, he would've just disappeared. He wouldn't have gotten into your head like he has.
The hollow studied Byakuya's pale face closely.
Yeah, he's in your head. You don't want to, but you like him, don't you? You feel guilty now for trying to kill him, not just that once, but a whole lotta times. And each time you failed. I bet you didn't even know why. But, you know what, little prince? I know the real reason why you failed. I felt the cut of your sword and it told me everything! You may be a prince, but you wanna be a rebel. And that's why…you like him.
The hollow climbed onto the bed and glared down at Byakuya's resting form. To his surprise, the noble's eyes opened suddenly and looked quietly into his still glaring golden ones.
"Hiya," the hollow greeted him, "I wasn't expecting you to wake up. Between me and Aizen, you got pretty fucked up, didn't you?"
He laughed at the guarded look Byakuya gave him.
"Are you here to kill me?" the noble asked softly, his voice deadly calm.
The hollow shrugged.
"You tried to kill the king," he said, matter-of-factly, "You'd kinda deserve it if I did kill you, but you're in luck, little prince. The king doesn't want you dead anymore. He liked your little sob story about your wife."
Byakuya stiffened and a slender hand shot out from within the covers, taking hold of the hollow's throat.
"Do not disrespect my late wife!" the noble snapped.
The hollow smirked down at him.
"Cheeky, aren't you, even though we both know you haven't got the strength to hurt me right now."
"Ichigo was injured too," Byakuya pointed out, still holding on to the hollow's throat, but not compressing.
He made a sharp sound of surprise as the hollow's hand wrapped around his wrist and tightened, then it tore Byakuya's hand away from the hollow's throat and held it tightly. The hollow's other hand wrapped around Byakuya's throat and the hollow crawled onto him, straddling his trapped body and glaring down at him.
"Turnabout's fair play, right?" the hollow snickered, "By the way, you asked my name before?"
"Y-you said that you did not have one," Byakuya said, clenching his teeth.
"I don't, really," the hollow admitted, "but you can call me Shirosaki. You know, he's Kurosaki, the dark one, and I'm Shirosaki, the white one."
"You're Ichigo's inner hollow."
"Nothing gets past you, does it?" Shirosaki sneered, "Of course I'm his inner hollow. Who else would I be?"
"Why are you here?" Byakuya asked, flinching as the hollow's fingers tightened on his throat warningly, "You said you are not here to kill me."
"That's right, I did," Shirosaki agreed, blinking slowly, "I guess I was curious after the king stopped me from killing you and took over to finish the job, himself. Crappy job he did, by the way. You still look alive to me. But you're tough. Even a sword through the heart didn't kill you…although in all fairness, there wasn't much of a heart for it to pierce, ne? Or…is that just what you want people to think?"
Byakuya stared up at the hollow silently as Shirosaki released his throat, but remained poised on top of him and glaring down at him.
"I don't think the king told you," he said, his eyes narrowing, "but whenever Ichigo's sword cuts someone, he and I sense what's in their sword and what's in their heart."
Byakuya continued to look back at Shirosaki wordlessly.
"You like him because he's a rebel."
"I do not."
"Liar!" the hollow hissed in his face, "You have some rebel in you too, don't you? Although, you keep a pretty good lid on it, usually. But, when you fought Ichigo, you couldn't hide it…not from him and not from me. You like that Ichigo's a rebel…You like that about him, because you used to be like that."
"I am a noble son. I am committed to…"
"Yeah, outside, you're a perfect, stinking noble prince," Shirosaki agreed, "And if that was all there was to you, I would just ignore the fucking king's orders and kill you right now. But…there's more to you, isn't there?"
"Get off of me!" Byakuya snapped, stiffening, "Get away from me!"
"Whatsa matter?" Shirosaki sneered, his reiatsu intensifying around him, "You scared?"
"I am not afraid of you."
"Oh yeah, you are, but not because you're scared of dying. No, not you. You're scared of me for another reason."
"I told you to get off!" Byakuya shouted.
He blinked in surprise as the cry failed to bring any reaction, either from the house security or his own attendant, who was well attuned to his reiatsu and should have responded.
"What are you doing?" the noble demanded, "My staff should have responded."
"Your staff is responding," the hollow teased him, stretching out on top of him and lacing their fingers together as Byakuya struggled against the hollow's powerful reiatsu, "But I don't think that's what you meant. You wonder why they're not coming to help you? I'll tell you why. You don't want their help."
Byakuya glared up at the golden-eyed invader.
"I do not know what you mean."
"Oh yeah? Tell me what this means, Prince Byakuya."
Byakuya stiffened and struggled violently as the hollow's smiling mouth clamped down on his, biting erotically at the resisting noble's lips and making a sound of intense arousal at the sweet taste. He rubbed sensuously against Byakuya's trapped form, laughing as the contact between their still clothed bodies made Byakuya's body react. The hollow's tongue plunged into Byakuya's mouth and his fingers caressed the noble's where he held them down.
A shock went through him as he realized suddenly that Byakuya wasn't resisting him anymore…and in fact, the Kuchiki leader was kissing him back.
"That's more like it!" the hollow laughed eagerly, kissing Byakuya harder and moving their clothing out of the way so that their naked bodies rubbed against each other as they kissed, "You do have a wicked side, don't you, little prince! I like that!"
He broke away from Byakuya's mouth and attacked the noble's erect, pink nipples, teasing them until Byakuya's hips rose in protest and he moaned wantonly. Shirosaki slid a hand down the noble's soft inner thigh and laughed again as Byakuya parted them easily. He paused for a moment, considering, then shook his head and grinned.
"I'd hurt you a little. You want it, you know, and you kinda deserve it, but you're still injured, so I'll go easy on you."
Byakuya remained quiet, his dark eyes gazing up into Shirosaki's hungrily as the hollow's wetted fingers prepared him and the hollow made a slow, oddly gentle entry. He kissed the noble's flushed cheek and nipped at his ear.
"Don't expect me to be so nice about it next time," he snickered.
His hips moved and Byakuya's mouth opened in an erotic gasp of shock and pleasure, and his hips rose to meet the hollow's.
"I can kinda tell it's not me you really want," Shirosaki whispered into his barely hearing ear, "but you caught me in a generous mood. I'll take care of ya until he's ready to love you like you want him to, okay? Just…don't tell the king. He'll get mad, and both you and I will suffer a lot more. Get it?"
He didn't wait for an answer, but thrust, hard and fast into Byakuya's eagerly reciprocating body. The intoxicating blend of the noble's sweet scent, the softness and willingness of his body and the little sounds of mingled torment and arousal be made brought the hollow quickly to the edges of his wits. But he held off climax long enough to ensure that Byakuya surrendered first. He put his lips close to the noble's blushing earlobe.
"C'mon now, Prince," he urged Byakuya, "I'm giving you what you wanted. I know it feels good. Your body's telling me that, but I wanna be sure. You know how to show me."
He thrust in more deeply, grinding against Byakuya's hips and grinning as a howl of pleasure erupted from deep within the noble's chest and the evidence of his surrender spilled out onto their skin.
"Sweet," Shirosaki panted, "sweet, sweet prince. Gotta admit I never felt anything like that. H-here's your reward…"
He loosed himself violently, riding out the heavy shudders of orgasm and holding tightly to the likewise affected noble leader. He collapsed on Byakuya's sweaty chest, sighing in contentment.
"That was really something," he panted more softly, "Kinda makes me jealous."
His ringing ears registered that Byakuya hadn't given him a reply, and he frowned and studied the noble more closely.
"Fuck, it was that good, huh? Knocked you right out…though, it's probably just the injuries and the pain block. Eh well, no big deal, right. If you're passed out, you won't remember this…"
He kissed the noble's lips tenderly and closed his yukata, tying it at the waist, then he exited the bad and stood quietly beside it.
"You know, you're not half bad," he whispered, "Kinda stiff on the outside, but like molten lava at the core. Pretty and proper on the surface, but you have a nasty side that I like, Byakuya. See ya around, okay?"
He kissed the noble on the cheek and slipped back into reiatsu form, heading back into Ichigo's room and settling into his master's recovering body again. He retreated to Ichigo's inner world and walked out to where Ichigo's naked body laid, sleeping on the side of one of the cold, glass buildings.
"You're a fucking mess," he huffed, "Don't know how you're still alive after getting cut up like that by Kenpachi, Abarai Renji, Byakuya, Aizen. You've got some spunk…and you don't know it yet, but it's gotten someone's attention. Now, I know you're not ready to deal with it, so I'll tell you what. You go on getting beat up, saving the world and I'll just take care of the prince. How's that?"
"You shouldn't be doing that," old man Zangetsu said gruffly, "He has an interest in Byakuya, even if he isn't ready to realize it yet. You playing with Byakuya could complicate things later."
"Eh, fuck later," Shirosaki said off-handedly, "You know nothing's guaranteed. We could all die tomorrow."
"That's not why you slept with Byakuya."
"Shut up," Shirosaki complained, "It's what they both want, even if they don't know it yet."
"It was what you wanted too. You enjoyed fighting with him. It made you want him sexually."
"What the hell do you know!" the hollow snapped, "Stay out of it! If I want your advice, I'll kill myself before lowering myself to ask."
"You are ridiculous."
"Yeah," Shirosaki snickered, "but I'm the one who got laid tonight too."