Hi all **waves** This is my very first Fan Fiction Betrayal. The story contains Yaoi (male/male), Het (female/male), and is generally Lemon flavored. So if you don't like that kinda stuff you can't say I didn't warn you. The story also contains offensive language and violence, so please, NOT UNDERAGE READERS!
*Names, titles and honorifics will be used in the Japanese style, so, to avoid confusion, they will introduce their last name first, and the first name last.
*I do not own Bleach, and I make no profit from this story. All characters involved in sexual actively are of legal age.
Like I said, this is my first ever story, so I'd really love to hear what you think of it, good & bad. Please R&R.
Many thanks go out to my fantastic Beta MCrind!
Betrayal
Chapter One; Banquet.
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Nobody knew that the betrayal of Patros and kin had made Aizen uneasy. To those around him, it seemed that Aizen didn't care at all about the loss of soldiers, the attempted mutiny, and the undermining of his authority… It seemed that way to all, except one, a certain sliver haired ex-captain. To him it was painfully obvious Aizen was irritated by what had transpired. The evening after Patros' death, Gin had been called to Aizen's wing, where Aizen proceeded to hammer his frustrations into Gin's normally welcoming posterior. A week of punishment and Ichimaru Gin wasn't sure he could handle much more condemnation… But what was he to do? Confront and refuse an already ignitable man?
Gin contemplated his situation while laying in a bath of healing aid potions. It was the only place he felt any relief. He sighed closing his eyes, slowly sliding his body down the ceramic tub to dip his head under the water. Coming up, he decided it was time he talked to his lover.
"Hello, Gin…" came the calm voice which this week, sent a different kind of butterfly through Gin's stomach.
"You look, comfortable."
Gin looked up at his lover with his usual slited eyes and wiry grin. The brown haired shinigami stood over him next to the spa-sized bath.
"Hey'a."
"Do you mind if I join you?" It wasn't really a question because he'd already begun removing his kimono.
Gin sighed internally as the brown hair man stepped over him, sliding his naked body down alongside him. He had to feel grateful for small mercies… at least they were submerged in the right solution.
Aizen smiled, leaning in to place a soft kiss on Gin's cheek. "It's alright Gin…" he whispered with his honey voice, sliding his hand up the former third captain's thigh.
He was surprised by Aizen's gentle kisses, which were now moving slowly along his jaw and down his throat. Water lapped at Gin's chest when Aizen's hand moved up to stroke his growing member. Gin hissed at the soft caresses, with even softer nips and kisses along his earlobe, he tilted his head away to allow the progress back down his throat.
Aizen increased the pressure of his strokes. Gin moaned, after a week of fucking so brutal that he hadn't come once, his dick ached for this attention.
"Mmm…" Aizen hummed as he watched, smiling at his lover's lustful reactions.
"Ohh… Sosuke." The silver haired man whimpered as heat flooded through his body.
Water began to splash over the pair as Aizen's jerks increased and Gin's hips rocked into the motion. He was pulled into a passionate kiss, their lips parting immediately. Gin tried to equal Aizen's fervor, but was distracted by the tightening pleasure thrashing between his legs.
"Mmh!" the groan muffled into his lover's lips.
Aizen pulled away to purr in his ear. "That's a good boy…come for me…"
Gin's head fell back; he loved it when Aizen spoke to him like that. His lips parted while his nails unconsciously dug into the larger man's sculpted chest, complying abruptly with a sharp, half choked moan.
As Gin's shaky breathing slowed, Aizen ran his hands over his lover's fine body, nuzzling into his neck, pushing wet hair aside with his noise.
"Hmm, ya' seem in a betta mood." Gin sighed.
Aizen smiled and stood, stepping over Gin, out of the bath. He grabbed one of the oversized towels from a pile stacked on a shelf and Gin enjoyed watching him run the soft material over his strong body. Slipping on his hakama and kimono, he grinned at the limp body in the water below him.
"I have found the answer to my questions."
With that, the dictator slipped out of the bathroom, and Gin heard the soft thud of his bedroom door.
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"Stark! STARK! Get up you lazy piece of shit!" Lilynette's shouting interrupting the brown haired Espada's peaceful sleep.
Lilynette's frustrations boiled; she had been trying to wake him for what felt like an hour! Her patience broke, storming over to the huge pile of pillows the Espada was sprawled across, and raising her foot to hover over his stomach.
"WAKE- Whoa!" Just as she was about to bring her foot down, it was snatched up knocking her off balance. Lilynette landed on her backside next to Stark, her legs flailing in the air above him.
"Stark! You arsehole!"
Stark sat up and stretched, causing Lilynette to roll off him completely, onto the tiled floor.
"Arh" He yawned. "You're so noisy in the morning…"
Lilynette muttered as she stood and straightened her brief clothing. "Stupid. Good-fa-nothin. Primera."
Stark grinned in amusement, as he scratched the back of his head.
"It's not morning you moron! It's dinner time, and you're already late!"
"Oh, that's Ok Nettie. You can just bring it to me, I don't mind eating here." He said as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
"You idiot. I swear, if it wasn't for me, Aizen-sama woulda' killed your lazy ass years ago… I told ya this morning. Ya gotta eat in the big hall tonight with Aizen-sama." She said as she turned away from him and picked something from her ear.
"Hmm? I don't remember anything like that." He said flopping back into the pile of felt covered pillows. "Are you sure you told me?"
"Whatever, it's fine with me. It's your ass that's gunna fry." She told him in a patronizing tone as she pulled her finger from her ear and examined it closely.
With a sigh Stark final rose and started toward the door, ruffling the small arrancar's hair as he past her.
"Hey! Where are you going?!"
"…can't keep Aizen-sama waiting, now can I?"
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The Primera Espada strolled through the halls of Las Noches, shoving his hands in his pockets. Aizen-sama never waited for anyone. He always arrived late to any sort of gathering; whether it was due to arrogance or Aizen's love for dramatic effect, Stark didn't know, and neither would result in him rushing.
As he approached the entrance doors to the formal dinning room, his ears pricked. There was loud crashing and yelling coming from inside the hall. The doors were opened for him by two low-level arrancar who bowed, not seeming concerned by the noises resonating from within the room. The vast room was the purest white. The walls, the ceiling, the marble floor; everything was a sea of white. Even the giant war table and chairs were colorless. The only color was from those within the room. Seated at the lengthy table were Aizen Sosuke's mighty Espada. All but himself… and the two causing all the noise.
On the floor next to the table, were Grimmjow Jeagerjaques and Nnoitra Jiruga, Sexta and Quinta Espada, retrospectively. Grimmjow thrashed viciously against Nnoitra, who was pinning him to the ground with his lanky body. The black haired Espada's fingers dug into Grimmjow's left cheek as he forced the teal haired Espada's face into the marble. The jawbone mask on Grimmjow's opposing cheek ground against the marble with a high-pitched screech.
"Get the fuck off me you freak!"
"So is this what ya want? HUH?!" Nnoitra mocked. "Maybe I will give ya what ya want!"
"Maybe I'll cram it up ya nose! Howz about that?"
Stark sighed as he took his place at the table, resting his chin in his hand. Szayel, Yammy, and Aaroniero Arruruerie were watching the fight with great enthusiasm.
"Yeah! Cram it up his nose Nniotra!" Bellowed Yammy.
"So, is anyone going to tell me what's happened here?" Stark asked with a bored tone.
Those who were not too enthralled in the battle to hear, collectively averted their eyes to avoid the aggravating answer to his question… Finally, Ulqiuorra sighed and closed his eyes, answering in his deadpan tone;
"It was the last bread stick."
A rush of reiatsu flew across the room, making the silk tablecloth flap, followed by a loud crash; the sound reverberating of the walls, as the impact vibrated about the room.
A malicious laugh echoed around them. "Arhahaha! Just look at you Quinta!"
Grimmjow had Nnoitra against a now dented wall, pieces of the white concrete crumbling to the floor around their feet. Nnoitra's arm was twisted behind his back, to a degree that looked unnatural to Stark… Grimmjow laughed and waved the small stick trophy around their heads in victory.
"Ya made a mistake challenging- Ugh." The back of Nnoitra's head came flying back, smacking into Grimmjow's nose. The Sixth Espada clutched his face as he stammered back a few steps, the shattered wall fragments crunching beneath his feet. Nnoitra was about to attack again, when the room was filled with an ominous and familiar reiatsu.
"My dear Espada, I hope I haven't kept you waiting." The dark voice rang around the now silent room. Aizen's graceful stride carried him across the room, lover on one side and devoted underling on the other. The three men arrived at the furthest end of the table.
"Are you two going to be joining us?" Aizen's gaze, an intent warning to the two scruffy Espada not seated. The two made their way back to the table, Grimmjow smirking the whole way, bread stick in hand.
The room was silent as the three Shinigami were seated. "I would like to thank you all for accompanying me on this beautiful evening; soon we will rise out of the oppression of Soul Society rule, and relish in the freedom that comes from possessing the highest power." Aizen's bewitched magnetism rolled around the room as he preached about sins of the past, injustice, retribution and the spoils of success…
"Though the ultimate power will be mine…you would do well to remember the regrettable existence that was yours before my arrival…" This final warning and it's linger, a sharp contradiction to the nights pretense.
"Tonight, let us enjoy that which we have already accomplished here in our kingdom. For it is not without hindsight that we will truly appreciate our indubitable future." As if rehearsed, a stream of retainer arrancar poured in carrying huge silver platers and bottles of expensive looking sake, planting a feast of lavish food before the Espada.
Despite the outward appearances, Stark felt slightly uncomfortable with the situation. It wasn't the first time Aizen had 'descended to mingle with the commoners'; nor was it was it the first admonishment, but something about the man he served felt… different tonight. Like there was a strange scent in the air, or a feeling of de-ja-vu...
As those at the table began to eat and the waitpersons retreated, Stark quashed the thought from his mind. If he didn't eat his meal soon, Nnoitra would. For a skinny guy he sure could eat a lot…
His spoon shaped uniform almost hitting Stark in the face as he leant over the table to serve himself more Sōmen; some of the thin white noodles spilling onto the table before reaching his plate.
"Hey you! Bring me some more'a this shiokara!" He called to the end of the table between mouthfuls.
Stark looked up in the direction Nnoitra seemed to be yelling, to notice a figure standing a few meters behind Aizen. The lighting was now that of an intimate restaurant, but Stark never needed lighting to know when someone was close-by. He hadn't taken notice of the particular reiatsu because it was at about the same level as the retainers who stood just inside the doors awaiting any request.
Now that he looked at the owner of that reiatsu, it was clear she wasn't there to serve the shiokara. Her stature was relaxed but he noticed her jaw was clenched, and her face turned slightly away with her eyes facing downward, unfocused, on the slight scuff marks on the floor, her right hand resting on the hilt of a zanpaktou.
"Oi! Ya dense or what?" The Fifth Espada was loosing his patience.
"Must you yell across the table, Nniotra?" Halibel never had much time for Nnoitra's tantrums.
At that moment, Tousen clicked his fingers and someone came hastily from the kitchen door with a fresh bowl of the red, stew-like fermented squid Nnoitra was requesting.
"Shinrai is one of our new-born arrancar, she is assisting me since she is unfit for much else." Aizen informed the group in a non-committal tone that brushed the issue aside. "Thank you Shinrai-san, you may go. I don't think I'll need you for the remainder of the evening."
Nnoitra studied the woman as she left; he would have offered to take her off Aizen's hands if she was more desirable but… she was average at best, and he had enough annoyance in the fracción he had.
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I originally had these first two chapters as one, and then decided it was too long... what do you think?
This is my first attempt at writing so I'm really interested to hear what people think, so pleease review!
