Twisted Fates

A/N: Plot bunny/Fic request

Warnings: YAOI M/M pairing, and m/m sex scenes, some non con, and some dub con. References childhood sexual encounters and abuse. Graphic descriptions of violence.

Undecided pairing, leave a review with good ideas. :)

Chapter One

By His Choice

He was beside Sōsuke Aizen because he wanted to be. He loved him, of course. If he didn't love him, he wouldn't be at his side after all these years. However, it was times like these that Ichigo found it difficult to remember that he was Sōsuke's everything. That's what he told him, anyway, when they were alone. He couldn't remember a time before Sōsuke, to be honest. He had taken him in when he was small, and he and the others had raised him to be his second over the Arrancar. He'd always known his position, beside Sōsuke in every way. The Arrancar was perhaps the underworld when it came to the moderately sized town of Karakura Town. It was no Tokyo, of course. However, it contained some very influential business, and thus offered an opportunity for someone to take over and control these things. Of course, Sōsuke Aizen had ties to the larger organizations, one could not run such an operation without these ties.

He didn't want to do this, of course, but Sōsuke needed him to do it. It wasn't the first time, of course. He glanced at Sōsuke. He had the small smile on his face and looked at the man that he was talking to again.

"Are you sure? I've got several of my professionals in the next room?" he asked the large man named Yammy Llargo.

Yammy had recently been recruited into the Arrancar. He was the leader of a very small group of mercenary soldiers that Sōsuke wanted to become enforcers. Over the years he had grown his organization to encompass many aspects of the world of illegal enterprises. He ran a very successful drug ring, headed by a large, lethargic man named Zommari Rureaux. His contracts and hits for hire section was headed by an impassive, pale man named Ulquiorra Cifer. This group also doubled as cleaners. The extremely successful sex trafficking ring had been headed up by a man named Barragan. He was an older man but he was sharp minded. He truly believed that the decay of the human condition led to people using his services so voraciously. Those were the professionals that Sōsuke was referring to in the next room. A couple of Yammy's other men had already went over to take advantage of the offer.

There were others, but those were the only one's present in the room while Sōsuke negotiated with Yammy. Then, when Sōsuke had given him everything in the deal, and said that they could take advantage of either one of the escorts in the next room, or the selection of drugs that had been put out, Yammy had glared at Sōsuke and pointed to Ichigo. Ichigo swallowed a bit nervously, half hoping that Sōsuke would tell him no, that he was not free for anyone to use, but he knew better. Sōsuke did everything for the organization, and that included letting others use Ichigo when they requested it.

Ichigo understood why, though. It was simple. He was very visible to anyone who had dealt with Sōsuke. He was always at Sōsuke's side, and it was quite obvious by the way Sōsuke spoke to him and would sometimes pull him onto his lap in the middle of meetings what Ichigo was to him. A lot of people wanted to see how far Sōsuke was will to go to secure their alliance. At least, that's what Ichigo told himself. He always put it in the frame that he was Sōsuke's lover, not his property or his toy. Even if he told him he was both those things. He didn't mean it. He said he loved him too, when no one was looking. He had to put a face on for these other people. That's what Ichigo told himself each time something like this happened. However, as Sōsuke ramped up his activities, it was becoming more often.

"Your professionals aren't your second in command and personal fuck toy," Yammy said, smiling at Ichigo. "I figure if you're serious about this, you will be willing to part with your slut for a few minutes."

Ichigo swallowed. He was used to the way other people saw him. They didn't know what they were like alone, though. So he couldn't show how much it hurt him every time someone called him these things. It hurt even more when Sōsuke did it.

Sōsuke glanced at Ichigo. "Go on, boy. Whatever he likes," he said, smirking still.

Ichigo nodded quickly, knowing that if he didn't, Sōsuke would definitely not be happy, and that would lead to complications later. He still had the scars from the last time Sōsuke had been angry at him. It wasn't like it happened often, and when it did happen, he deserved it. He had agreed to the life he was living because he loved Sōsuke more than anything. He would do anything, even die, for him. So, that included proving their seriousness by going through with this type of request.

Yammy grinned and stood slowly and Ichigo swallowed. The guy was almost seven feet tall if he didn't miss his guess, and he had rippling muscles everywhere. He supposed the guy was a soldier for hire, so he'd have to have those features. Ichigo slowly walked around Sōsuke's seat. He took off his suit jacket and laid it over his arm and looked at the brutish man. He couldn't help but gasp when the brute's hand shot out, grabbing him by the arm. He smiled and drug him over where there was a small sofa table. The others went about their own business, texting and whatever they did. He winced as he was slammed down over the table.

Yammy grabbed a handful of his vivid orange hair and wrenched his head backward and leaned over to speak in his ear. "I hope you're well used to this, boy. Because I'm impatient," he growled and Ichigo swallowed. Shit, he thought to himself. He knew that meant the ass wasn't going to take any time preparing or use anything.

"If you pass anything communicable to my boy, Mr. Llargo, and I will personally remove your cock and balls, so I would consider that before you fuck him without protection," Sōsuke said, sighing. "Any damage you cause will be compensated for, as well."

"Don't worry, I don't fuck often, only when there's something to prove," he said and let go of Ichigo's head. "And don't worry, whatever I fuck up, I'll pay for."

Despite his insistence that this was just a part of the job, Sōsuke never gave himself to these people. But he supposed the head of something like this couldn't be dominated in such a way or he'd lose face. He felt the button and zipper on the suit pants snap as Yammy grabbed the back of his slacks and yanked them. That always hurt, he thought as a pain shot through his stomach from the pressure. He immediately felt the guy against him and his eyes bulged a bit when he pressed enough to breech him.

His hands gripped the sides of the small table and grit his teeth together. "Sōsuke, I can't…he's too much…" he panted, feeling that he was well beyond his comfort level as he forced himself inside slowly. "I can't…I can't…"

"You're fine, quit whining," Sōsuke said from his position in the chair nearby. "You've taken more before, you're quite the fuck slut, remember?"

Ichigo wanted to tell him, yes, he'd taken more before, but with prep and lube. This was completely different. He felt him finally reach the point that he was fully seated and Ichigo through his nerves were just going to explode. His size was enough, but the unprepared or lubricated entrance had definitely ripped something because there was a radiating pain that went beyond the obvious one. Then, of course, he began in earnest, pulling back slowly and slamming into him hard. His face bounced off the table, and he was almost grateful because it dazed him a bit, making this horribly long encounter a little bit better. At least he had some narcotics in his room because he was going to be sore for a week after this guy was done with him. At least after this Sōsuke was going out of town to Tokyo for a week, so he would get a break and a chance to recover from this. He felt dampness down the inside of his thighs and he figured he'd be in for a trip to Szayelaporro after this.

He leaned his head to the side and bit down hard on his forearm to distract himself when his head cleared. Even through the sleeve of his shirt, he bit down enough that blood blossomed on it. This, of course, was the reason his left arm bore a pattern of self-inflicted bite marks. It took him forever but finally he slammed hard into him, bouncing Ichigo's face into the table again. He tightened his grip on his hips hard enough that Ichigo yelped and thought if he didn't let go, he was going to be covered in even more bruises. Finally, he pulled away and Ichigo simply collapsed backward as he slid down off the table to the floor.

He panted and looked up at Sōsuke who was, as usual, not looking at him. He swallowed hard because he was feeling more than a little light headed. He got enough wits to push himself to stand and pull his ruined slacks up and held the front of them together. He had to look professional, even after that. He picked up his suit jacket and put it on slowly, covering the blood blossoming on the white shirt.

"Alright, Aizen. You got what you want. When the boys are done fucking your whores in there, we'll get our things and move into the compound," Yammy said as he did up his own pants.

Sōsuke stood slowly. "Very well, I'll be out of the compound on business for the rest of the day. See Kaname Tōsen, he deals with the living arrangements. Ichigo here will be in charge otherwise, but I believe he should rest a bit after the intensity of his activities this morning. If you need anything the rest of the week, he'll be in my main office upstairs."

Ichigo didn't like the look Yammy turned on him, but Sōsuke continued, as he expected. "However, Mr. Llargo, let me be very clear. Today's arrangement was my allowance. You will not get another such opportunity. More than anything, Ichigo is mine alone to command, so I will give you one warning. He is more than capable of dealing with you should you make unwanted advances on him. He is very well taught. And I will follow up on the threat to castrate you if you dare touch him while I am gone."

Ichigo appreciated that because he really didn't want to put this asshole in his place while Sōsuke was gone. Yammy glared at him.

"That skinny little faggot is going to deal with the likes of me?" he said, turning to look at Aizen.

Sōsuke smirked. "You believe, in error, that he is nothing more than my fuck toy? You would be sorely mistaken. There is a reason he stands at my side instead of kneeling at my feet like any other whore. Do not make the mistake many others have about underestimating him. He allowed you to fuck him because I told him to do so. Remember this, or you will regret it," Sōsuke said and moved over to where Ichigo still stood. "Ichigo is everything to me, and that is the first thing you and your men need to remember." Sōsuke leaned over and kissed him gently on the forehead. "Because you will definitely regret making the mistake of approaching him without his permission, isn't that right, my love?"

Ichigo nodded. "Yes, sir," he said, his voice quivering a bit. He wasn't feeling so well at the moment and he really needed a bath. His slacks felt wet, and he honestly didn't know from what.

"He may be my whore, but he is not anyone else's," Sōsuke said, turning back to Yammy with a placid look. "The only time anyone else touches him is when I deem it. Because that's the way this works. One time, that's what you get, any more…well, if he wishes to see you again, he is free to do so. However, considering the discomfort you put him through with this encounter, I would imagine he will not be interested in another liaison with you. A reminder, if you wish to have multiple encounters with someone, you should at least try to make them pleasurable to them."

Ichigo never went to anyone else, no matter how many times Sōsuke reminded him that he could do so if he wanted. He couldn't stand the thought of anyone else touching him that wasn't Sōsuke. It was hard enough when he did this for him. It was all to ensure loyalty, though. He was second in command and he had to do whatever Sōsuke said to do. Sōsuke knew what he was doing. He wouldn't do these things if he didn't need to do them. He knew that. He was certainly glad that he always reminded them that no one was permitted to touch him, even when they found out what he did occasionally for Sōsuke. He did that completely by choice, after all.

Yammy looked at Ichigo again, and Ichigo knew he'd have to deal with him this week at some point. Sōsuke smirked at him, kissing Ichigo's head again. "My love, I'll see you in a week. Let Gin or Tōsen know if you need anything while I'm gone," he said and headed out to catch his plane.

After he was gone, Yammy gave Ichigo a long look. "You can't 'deal' with me, slut," he growled. "I'll be seeing you this week."

Ichigo watched them leave, and leaned back against the wall. His head thumped backward against the wall and he felt queasy a little. He swallowed and pushed up to get his clothes changed. He'd have to see Szayel, though. His insides felt hot, and he was sweating as he walked to their room. He stopped at the door and steadied himself. His vision had tunneled for a moment and he shook his head.

"Ichigo?" he heard and looked up to see Gin, one of Aizen's other advisors.

"Hey," he said, trying to keep from falling into the wall. It was moving and he couldn't figure out why the wall was moving like that.

"You don't look well," Gin said, and Ichigo blinked at him owlishly for a minute. "You're pale, and…"

Gin didn't like the look of the boy when he saw him in the hall. He knew that they had been meeting with a new group they wanted to bring in, and Gin knew very well the sort of appetites these people had. He, however, had never seen Ichigo look so bad when returning from one of those meetings. His eyes scanned him and he realized there was blood dripping from his pant leg. He bit his lip and debated. He had been here so long he'd almost forgotten who he was before Aizen. However, this was the last straw. He couldn't do this anymore. He had to call them in. He had tried to stay under, and he'd done as he was told.

"Don't break cover no matter what happens. No communication. No updates. Do not break cover unless you are certain that you can bring him down."

That had been nearly fifteen years ago as he stood in front of Captain Yamamoto. Yamamoto knew about the upcoming betrayal of one of his best men, Sōsuke Aizen. He knew he had recruited Kaname Tōsen and Gin to his side. This had been coming for a long time, almost another five years before, when Sōsuke had recruited a much younger Gin to his side. He'd stayed under when the little boy was brought in and shoved at Gin by one of the men. He had done everything he could, but he'd been helpless to stop him as he trained the boy as his perfect second. He couldn't break cover. It was the most basic of the rules he'd been given.

He couldn't not do something. They needed to know, but he couldn't go directly to them. He had to go to them through a tertiary contact. He smiled and realized that as bad as this was, this offered him the opportunity he needed to get information across without breaking cover at all. Well, not really breaking cover. He pulled out his walkie.

"Szayel are you busy?" he asked, hoping the answer was yes.

"Gin, I'm in the middle of dealing with something, can it wait?" he asked, harried by the sound.

Gin smiled. "No problem. I'll take care of it on the side. Just a minor medical issue, but I've got a man if you're busy."

"Alright, just make sure they're not Shinigami affiliated," he answered and went back to what he was doing.

Well, technically Kisuke Urahara wasn't affiliated with the Shinigami anymore. Not officially anyway. He looked again at Ichigo. He was obviously in need of medical attention soon. He didn't think Aizen even realized what he had happened. He wouldn't have wanted to see Ichigo actually hurt. What made Gin ache was that Ichigo could walk out of this place and no one, not even Aizen could stop him. He didn't, though. He truly believed that Aizen loved him. And he loved Aizen with everything he was enough to follow any order he was given, even if it meant something like this.

"Ichigo, we're going to get to a doctor, okay? You're bleeding," he said to Ichigo.

Ichigo looked up with a dazed look, and Gin knew he didn't really understand what he was saying. He sighed and reached out to steer Ichigo gently. He looked at Gin with surprise at first but followed without another thought as Gin lead him to the garage. He moved him into the back seat of the SUV he drove, and laid him down, somewhat grateful he had leather seats right now. At least blood was easy to clean off of them. He sighed, adjusting the younger man and his hand came away red. He hoped it wasn't life threatening. He'd definitely seen this before, after all, he dealt with the sex workers on a regular basis. Well, he dealt with the johns that did stuff like this to them. They generally didn't last long after they hurt one of their workers.

He didn't call, of course. That would be traced, but he made his way to the small, out of the way shoten. Kisuke ran a candy store as a front for the lab and medical bay he kept in the secret basement. He pulled in at the back of the place; he knew that he couldn't go in the front. He left Ichigo in the back and went to the door, knocking hard. There was a pause and the door opened to reveal the green clad Kisuke. He wore a kusodo style shirt in green and a bucket hat that was striped in green and white. His gray eyes widened slightly at the sight of the man before him.

Gin wore a pure white three-piece suit, and of course, now it was liberally smeared with bright red splotches of blood. "Gin," he said, staring for a long moment.

"Ah, Kisuke, I am afraid that I need a small favor."

"Well, um, what would that be?" Kisuke asked tentatively.

"There is a lot to my story, and I cannot tell it, so I have to ask you to do what you will after I am gone. For now, I ask you for your help with a situation," he said, smiling broadly from under his fringe of pale bangs.

Kisuke looked at him another moment before nodding curtly. Gin smiled, bowing slightly, and went back to the car. He gently shook Ichigo's shoulder. "Hey, Ichi, come on," he said quietly to him. "Need you to get up if you can."

Ichigo opened his eyes, blinking sleepily at him. "M'kay, we there yet?" he muttered, looking loopy still. Gin was pretty sure that he had lost enough blood, and he also thought that he might be a bit concussed too.

"Come on, son," he said quietly. He grabbed him by the arm and pulled him upright until he was standing up shakily by the car.

Kisuke gasped behind him and Gin knew that would happen. After all, he'd been there when everything had happened. He led him to the doorway and Kisuke turned, leading them wide stairwell that led downstairs behind a hidden doorway. Gin took longer than he liked getting Ichigo down the stairs. It seemed he was no longer dripping blood, but he had lost enough to be worrisome. They got to the bottom of the stairs and it opened out into a large area with a couple medical beds and other medical equipment. A door led to another room off to the side. Gin shuffled the stumbling Ichigo to the first bed, letting him sit down slowly.

Kisuke sighed, staring at him for a moment before going to the door to the laboratory and called into it.

"Rukia, Renji, I need you two, now," he said, summoning both the two young Shinigami agents.

The short dark haired woman and her taller red haired friend came in, concerned looks on their faces.

"What is it, Urahara?" Renji asked, glancing over and seeing someone he and Rukia both recognized.

"What is he doing here? You need to call…" Rukia started to say.

"Hush, there's not time for that. Rukia, grab a bag of Type O blood, Renji, get saline and antibiotic infusions," he said, and the other two agents realized there was someone sitting on the medical bed beside Gin.

"Gin?" Ichigo asked, turning to look at him for a moment. "What's…where are we?" he said, blinking. "Don't feel so good, was going to take a bath…" he muttered, putting a hand on his head.

Kisuke headed over and looked at him, tilting his head up and looking in his eyes. "Ichigo, I need you to take off that jacket," he said carefully. "And the shirt."

"Hmm, don't mess up my jacket," he muttered, shrugging his jacket off. "My best one, had to wear it for the meeting today…but bastard messed up the pants. Stupid asshole," he muttered, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt.

"Here, let me," Gin said, going down the buttons quickly. Ichigo giggled. "You're faster than Sōsuke at getting my clothes off, and I thought he was quick," he muttered.

At the name, Kisuke looked at the two of them, feeling bile rising in his throat. "Okay, lay back," he said as Rukia and Renji came back with the IV stands. "Renji, get it set up, quickly now," he muttered.

Gin helped Ichigo lay back, then pulled his legs up on the table. Ichigo's head lolled to the side where Renji was running the line for the blood back. He smiled at him.

"Who're you?" he asked, confused as well.

"Um, Renji," he said quietly, not recognizing this person that Kisuke seemed to know.

"Oh, that's nice," he said. "Gin, if I don't get cleaned up, and Sōsuke comes home…" he muttered.

"He's left for the week, remember?" Gin said, watching as Kisuke threw a sheet over him. "You're in charge until he gets back."

"Oh yeah, fucking bastard gonna try to do something, I know it, gonna have to put my foot up his ass when he comes trying to get to me again. Bastard thinks I can't take his ass down, might be fun after this…why's there more pain? Oh yeah…" he muttered, looking away. "Think something got hurt, Gin, that's no good…we at Szayel's?" he said, looking around, seeing the short woman who was putting an IV into his arm.

"Szayel was busy, Ichi," Gin said, standing there and watching as Kisuke got things set up. "This is an acquaintance of mine."

"Hmm," Ichigo said. "Ouch!" he muttered as Renji put in the line for the blood.

"Sorry, that's a bigger stick," he muttered as he wrapped his arm in gauze.

"What happened to him, Gin?" Kisuke asked, glaring at him.

"Oh, I can tell you that," Ichigo muttered, looking over. "Bastard was too goddamned rough, that's what happened. Fucker, I hope he tries something, and Sōsuke will cut his nuts off. One time shot, but that asshole won't be able to keep to that," he muttered as he looked at the blood bag, fascinated. "Wait, did I lose too much blood? Wow, that fucker messed me up...explains why the room keeps spinning."

"Yeah, Ichi, that's right, so my friend is going to check you out, find out if you need sutures," he said.

"Whatever," Ichigo muttered, starting to fade a bit. Gin looked at Kisuke.

"Yes, there's a mild sedative in the infusion," Kisuke said, pulling the sheet up and sighing. "Renji, give me the clothing scissors, I don't want to jostle him by trying to get these off."

Renji nodded, grabbing the bunted tipped scissors to him. Kisuke deftly cut down the front of each leg of the pants, peeling them off his legs. They were soaked almost through in blood, and Kisuke sighed, reaching for a cleaning cloth, wiping down most of his legs and cleaning most of the blood off of him. He dropped the sheet down again over him. He looked at Gin, asking for an explanation.

"I can't…" Gin said. "I can't. I'm sorry. Whatever he says…that's different, but if I say something…" he shook his head. "I'm doing what I can in my position and it might be too much as it is."

"It might be too much?" Kisuke said, almost losing his temper. "You bring him to me, and it might be too much? Why didn't you bring him to me sooner? You're a traitor to everything we ever believed!"

Gin snapped before he thought. "I'm not a traitor!" he gasped, biting his lip and looking away. "Dammit. Just fucking fix, him and let me go back because if I don't, there's going to be hell to pay for everyone," he said, walking away before he thought and standing against the doorway.

Kisuke had a patient, so it didn't matter. He yanked out both the stirrups on the table making both Renji and Rukia stare. They'd never seen him use them. "Help me, I have to get him in this and see what damage has been done," he said, sighing.

Renji glanced at Rukia and nodded, helping move him downward on the table while Kisuke positioned him. He pulled the sheet up and turned on the hanging light, muttering under his breath. Renji and Rukia stood beside the two IV stands quietly, seeing that Kisuke was angry more than they'd ever seen him. Granted, they'd only been sent to work with him for their paramedic training before they were deployed out to their divisions.

By the time Kisuke finished and sat back, removing his gloves, the blood and saline bags were almost empty. He shook his head. "Come on, help pull him back up," he said, standing and pulling his legs out of the stirrups as Renji moved him back up on the table.

"Give him a few minutes to wake up, Gin, then you can take him back, since I'm assuming you won't leave him with me," Kisuke said, looking over at him.

Gin came back. "He won't want to stay, Kisuke. I'm sorry, he…he won't leave."

"Why?" Kisuke asked.

Gin shook his head. "I can't…it…"

Ichigo muttered, eyes opening and blinking up at a red headed man who was watching him. His head still felt funny, but he slammed a fist upward and flipped backward off the table, landing in a crouch. "Oh, fuck," he muttered, dropping to his knees, holding his stomach and swaying.

"Dammit," Gin muttered. "Do you ever think before you punch?"

"Oh, hey, Gin, where's…why…" he said, looking around, realizing he was completely naked. "Why am I naked?" he whispered, looking over at the surprised faces of Kisuke and Rukia. Renji stood up, wiping blood off his mouth where Ichigo had nailed him in the jaw.

"Szayel was tied up, you needed a doctor, you had a bit more blood loss than was healthy," he said, watching the others. "This is an old acquaintance of mine, Kis…um, better we don't share names, eh?"

Ichigo nodded. "Fucking hell, I'm going to beat that fucking bastard into the ground the next time I see him," he muttered. Rukia came closer, holding out a long gown of some sort.

Ichigo took it and slid it over his head, using Gin to stand up. "Fuck, that bastard, I won't sit for a fucking week," he muttered, shifting on his hips. "Fucking take him and fucking with a goddamned baseball bat, big ass mother fucker," he muttered. "Ow…" he groaned.

"Um, we should go, you need to be back before something comes up," Gin said, steadying him. "Are you going to tell…"

Ichigo looked at him. "Don't you say a fucking word about this to Sōsuke," he growled out. "I'll fucking handle that piece of shit bastard myself. Even if I have fucking goad him into a fight."

Kisuke spoke up. "Um, you don't have to go back," he said. "You can stay here."

Ichigo frowned. "Why the hell would I stay here?"

Renji spoke up next. "You look like hell, you've got bruises and someone…"

"Fuck off," Ichigo snarled. "I do exactly what I want to do when I want to do it. So don't give me any line of shit," he said, wobbling a bit. "I'll do anything he asks, and I won't let him find out I got hurt because of something he asked me to do."

Gin wanted to scream at the bull headed boy that he didn't ask him to do anything, that he told him, ordered him, anything, but he knew Ichigo wouldn't listen. "Come on, I need to get dressed and look somewhat presentable by dinner, otherwise, they'll be questions," he muttered, glaring at the three of them. "And you didn't see me, got it?" he said as Gin helped him up and out of the building.

Kisuke watched him go in silence. Renji was about to say something but Kisuke pulled out his phone, causing them both to wait.

"Sir, it's Urahara," he said with a strange tone to his voice. "I found Kurosaki. He's in Aizen's compound. He's one of theirs." There was a long pause. "Yes, I'll be there with a report within the hour."

Kisuke put his phone away and looked at the two young agents. "What's going on?" Renji asked him.

Kisuke shook his head. "You know about the defection. About three years before, though, one of Shinigami captains had his wife murdered and son kidnapped. That is the boy they kidnapped almost thirteen years ago. He was nine at the time."