WARNING – Rated M for a reason! This chapter contains yaoi smut. If you do not like yaoi then please do not read any further. However those who do enjoy smut, please read and review
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Chapter Two: Combining forces!
"At the moment we don't know much Head Captain." Hitsugaya sighed, "All I can tell you at this time, is that the substitute shinigami Kurosaki Ichigo has been kidnapped by Aizen with no form of Zanpakto to help him fight his way to freedom."
"Can I speak to the Zanpakto in question?" The Head Captain asked as more of a statement or order than a request.
Tensa and Shirosaki both stepped forwards together and stood in front of the large screen, looking at the elderly man plainly.
"You intend to rescue your master?" the Head Captain asked the duo, already knowing the answer.
"Of course." Tensa replied, "We will protect Ichigo with our lives if it is necessary."
"We'll even go ta Hueco Mundo 'nd get 'im back." The hollow added firmly.
"You understand how dangerous it is for you to go to Hueco Mundo, to Las Noches, just to retrieve one shinigami?"
"Without Ichigo, neither of us would exist." Tensa said sternly, "We will go to the end of the world to keep him safe and you will not sway our minds!"
There was a long moment of silence in which the Head Captain looked at the pair, and then he looked around suddenly towards his fuku-taichou and murmured something too quietly for them to hear. The pair glanced at each other for a moment, before looking back at the screen hopefully.
"You will not be going to Hueco Mundo alone." The Head Captain told them as a senkaimon opened in Orihime's front room, "Abarai Renji, Kuchiki Rukia, you will both accompany Zangetsu and Shirosaki to Las Noches, along with Kuchiki Byakuya and Unohana Retsu. You will also take Kurosaki's friends. Hitsugaya, Matsumoto, Kira, you will return to Soul Society." He told them as the Captain of Divisions Six and Division Four stepped out of the Senkaimon.
"Taichou." Renji greeted as he moved and stood just behind his captain obediently.
"Nii-sama…" Rukia murmured as she looked at Byakuya.
Tensa and Shirosaki looked around as the white haired captain took his fuku-taichou and the fuku-taichou of Division Three back into the Senkaimon and back to Soul Society, and then looked fleetingly at their convoy before looking at each other. Shirosaki sighed quietly, "What a troublesome King…" causing Tensa to chuckle very quietly under his breath.
The group looked back at the screen and nodded as the Head Captain gave them their orders: get Zangetsu and Shirosaki Hichigo to Kurosaki Ichigo and rescue the substitute shinigami from the traitor, Aizen Sousuke's grasp.
Ichigo woke with a jump, gasping as he felt a throbbing pain in his head. He sat up slowly and frowned, wincing as he got to his feet and looked around. He faltered at the unfamiliar room before everything came back to him and he sat down again quickly. He swallowed and covered his face with his hands and swore loudly.
He looked at his hands suddenly and frowned as he saw two metal bands, one around each of his wrists, he swallowed and tugged at them carefully and sighed as they seemed strong. He slumped a little and ran a hand through his mess of orange hair, wondering where Zangetsu and Shirosaki were and if they were both alright.
He leaned back against the wall before he looked around the room again. There was a large arch shaped window which revealed a pitch black sky outside; the walls were white as far as he could tell in the poor lighting as was the ceiling and he believed the floor. His eyes travelled to the scarce furniture of the room, a white coffee table with dead flowers in a vase, a white sofa with white cushions and a white wood bed with… Oh such a surprise, white furnishings. He shook his head, knowing instantaneously this was most definitely Aizen's choice of decor.
He sighed heavily and got to his feet again slowly, he looked down at himself and was at least glad that he was still wearing his usual shinigami attire, however he felt bare without the presence of his hollow in his mind and his Zanpakto on his back. He put his arms around himself, somewhat self consciously. He dropped his head slightly and stared at the floor.
He spun around suddenly as he heard locks clicking at the door and dropped his arms down, balling his fists in case he had an opportunity to fight his way out. His eyes narrowed as they door opened steadily and he swallowed in anticipation of who had come to visit him. His jaw clenched as he saw blue hair.
"Grimmjow." He realised with a scowl returning to his face.
"Yo… Shinigami." The blue haired Espada said with a large feral grin stretched across his face, "Ya enjoyin' the high life?"
His scowl deepened, "Oh yeah… Yeah its fantastic thanks." He replied sarcastically, "What do you want Grimmjow?"
"Aizen-sama sent me to get you." He said with a shrug.
"He… Did?" he asked uncertainly, "I only just woke up…"
"He has cameras in every room." He replied with another shrug.
He wrinkled his nose in distaste, "Really? What a pervert…"
Grimmjow chuckled throatily before he grabbed his arm and walked him out of the room. Ichigo struggled a little at first before realising even if he escaped Grimmjow; there were the other nine Espada, the Arrancar, Gin, Tousen and Aizen preventing him leaving and he had no Zanpakto and no means of escaping Hueco Mundo. He sighed at this thought and allowed himself to be led to Aizen's room.
Aizen looked around with a small smirk as he sensed the Sixth Espada's reiatsu approaching his room and swivelled his chair around so he was facing the door rather than the open balcony and rested his chin on his knuckles as he waited.
A few moments later, there was a knock on the door before it opened and the blue haired subordinate half dragged Ichigo into the room and stood him before Aizen.
"You are dismissed Grimmjow." He said with a slight smile, but with a tone which refused disobedience. The blue haired Espada left promptly and shut the door behind him.
Ichigo looked at Aizen carefully, wondering what was about to happened to him, he was sure he wasn't going to be killed after all if that had been the plan the Espada who had kidnapped him could have slain him when he had fallen unconscious. Or when he had been thrown at Aizen's feet. Or when he had been sleeping. They could have killed him at any time. So why was he still alive if they were going to kill him?
"Are you afraid, Kurosaki Ichigo?" Aizen asked, abruptly drawing the orange haired shinigami substitute from his thoughts.
"No." he replied honestly, certain he saw a flicker of amusement in his eyes.
"I didn't expect that." He murmured more to himself that the other.
Ichigo watched carefully as the former captain got to his feet and walked towards him, he forced himself to stay still as he was approached. He kept his head facing forwards as he felt the former captain circle him, feeling more and more like a piece of meat or a fish in a bowl. He licked his lips as they dried and looked out of the window, wondering what his friends were doing, and not for the first time hoping Zangetsu and Hichigo were alright and were coping without him.
Aizen observed the troublesome orange haired male from every angle as he walked around him slowly, watching how his pulse throbbed in the side of his neck as he face frontward; watching how still he remained except for the light breaths which moved his chest and shoulders ever so slightly. He saw great tension on his back and shoulders, almost as though he carried the weight of the world. He glanced at his mass of long-ish orange hair and briefly wondered if it was as soft as it appeared.
He walked away suddenly and into the small kitchen, putting a pan of water onto, "How do you like your tea Kurosaki Ichigo?" he asked from the other room, leaving the orange haired male confused.
"Uh…" he turned around slowly and looked through the door at him, "Black… One sugar…"
"Very well." Was the short reply as he heard water bubble.
Ichigo nibbled the inside of his lip as he watched him and wondered if maybe this was some strange dream. He couldn't help but feel there was something strange about being offered tea by the enemy. He folded his arms and maintained his usual frown as he watched him preparing the tea. If he was being completely and utterly honest, he was totally confused. He had expected to be bound, gagged, blindfolded, maybe even beaten and tortured as an enemy of this man… But instead found himself being made a cup of tea by him, with only reiatsu suppressant bands around his wrists. He thought for a moment and decided he would probably have been able to deal better with the torture.
A few moments later, Aizen walked back into the main room with two cups of steaming tea on a small tray and set said tray on the coffee table. He pulled a cushion over and took his seat, picking up his tea and held it in his hands to warm them as he waited for the substitute shinigami to do the same.
Feeling slightly uncomfortable, Ichigo hastened to drag a second cushion over and sat down promptly, clearing his throat as he crossed his legs and reached for the tea. He picked it up and inhaled deeply, trying to inconspicuously detect any hidden substances in the liquid.
Aizen watched him carefully and raised an eyebrow before he smirked as he heard him inhale, "Do you usually sniff tea, Kurosaki Ichigo?" he asked calmly as he sipped his own beverage.
Ichigo faltered and looked across at him, "No. But to be fair it's not you I usually have tea with. I think I have a right to be suspicious."
"Ha… I suppose you're right there. I'll let you off."
Ichigo shivered inwardly, recalling why he deeply disliked this man. Not only had he set up Rukia's execution and nearly killed him when he had tried to protect her, he believed he was better than everyone else. Ichigo hated people like that; it was hard enough to get along with Ishida at the best of times, but Aizen? No… He went too far too often. And here he was saying he'd 'let' him off. It ruffled Ichigo's feathers like little else could; he took a deep sip from the tea and swallowed, looking away from the former captain and around the room.
Aizen smirked and set his cup down once Kurosaki had taken a sip, he could tell by his furrowed eyebrows the younger man was thinking about something which annoyed him, and he was fairly certain he knew what the topic for thought was too. It amused him no end, how this human reacted to words, scenarios and sounds. He sighed slightly as he continued watching the orange haired male before he smirked inwardly as he observed him finishing his tea.
He put the finished cup down and sighed, folding his arms as he wondered what was going to happen now. He faltered as he felt heat beginning to rise in his cheeks and swallowed, shuffling slightly and letting out a long breath. He looked back at Aizen suddenly and saw he hadn't drunk any of his tea. He swallowed heavily again and leaned forwards slightly, panting softly for breath as he felt even hotter than before.
"Is there a problem, Kurosaki Ichigo?" Aizen asked with and amused smirk on his face as he watched the younger man become increasingly more flustered.
"No." he ground out and shuffled in his seat, he glared at the former captain, "What the hell did you put in my tea you bastard!"
Aizen merely smirked and got to his feet slowly, he looked down at the flushed substitute shinigami before he flash-stepped out of sight and abruptly hoisted the younger man to his feet, turning him and flash-stepping him into the nearest wall, pinning him there with his own body and holding both of his wrists above his head in one of his hands, "Have you yet asked yourself why I had you brought here alive? Kurosaki… Ichigo…" he asked quietly, bringing himself and the orange head nose to nose as he spoke.
Ichigo's eyes widened as he found himself in such close proximity with the shinigami traitor and struggled against his iron grip, feeling heat rising in his cheeks as they were brought nose to nose; he faltered at his question and looked straight back into his eyes with his characteristic scowl marring his features, "Of course. I figure you aren't going to kill me unless there is no other choice. Otherwise you would have done so already. You had a lot of opportunities to do so, when Grimmjow and the others captured me, when I was unconscious, even now… Without my Zanpakto and with my reiatsu sealed there isn't a lot I could do to stop you killing me where I stand." He replied frostily, eliciting a low rumbling chuckle from the older man.
"Indeed you are correct Kurosaki." Aizen replied with an amused expression, "So there is more than just brawn to you. I'm glad you seem to have some brains too."
Ichigo clenched his jaw at his words, "So. If you don't intend to kill me, what are you going to do with me?" he asked calmly, not taking his eyes off the other man.
"I'm not sure yet." Aizen replied simply, "But I intend to have a lot of fun figuring it out."
"I'm not some toy for you to use for your own entertainment Aizen!" he growled suddenly and struggled against him again, he faltered and froze as the other merely laughed at his attempts and pressed against him to stop his struggling, tearing a moan from his lips, "Y… You bastard… W… What d… did you put in my tea?" he asked breathlessly.
"Hmm? Just a little concoction of Szayel's." he replied, thoroughly enjoying the way the orange head was reacting to the formula.
"Ngh… Let me go!" Ichigo grunted but felt his breath hitch as his blood sped southwards and bit his lip as he tried to wriggle away from Aizen.
Aizen chuckled and glanced down before looking back at him with a smirk, he leaned in and let his breath roll down the younger man's neck; all manner of thoughts squirming their way into his mind as the orange haired male gasped and quivered. He tilted his head slightly and looked at the substitute shinigami or a moment before closing the distance and crushing their lips together.
Ichigo's eyes flew open at the sudden and unrequested contact and tried to pull away, letting out another gasp as he felt Aizen press their hips, trembling as he felt his tongue slip past his lips and into his mouth. His cheeks darkened as a small moan of satisfaction escaped him and he kissed him back, ripping his wrists free from his grasp and hurling his arms around his shoulders as he pressed against him, ignoring the smirk he felt on the other's lips as they staggered away from the wall.
Aizen smirked as the substitute shinigami launched himself at him and stumbled slightly under the force of his kiss, gripping his hips in a vice hold and yanking him closer, directing him through the furniture with skill and into one of the other rooms, half throwing him onto the large king sized bed and crawling over him. Chuckling slightly as the orange haired male eagerly sought his lips again and he felt strong arms wrap back around his shoulders. He let out a groan and arched down against him, grinding their hips together until he felt movement in the younger man's hakama.
Ichigo whimpered slightly as he felt himself hardening and lifted himself up against him, hooking his legs around his middle and kissing him frantically as his cheeks continued to burn brightly.
He let out a startled gasp as his captor pulled back suddenly and straddled his lap, shuddering as he felt his obi fall undone under his dexterous hands and his blush darkened as his kosode was pushed open to reveal a toned, lightly muscled chest and abdomen. He swallowed and looked up at Aizen, his eyes widening as the shinigami traitor descended suddenly and bit his collar bone; he arched, letting out a shocked groan which was followed by flurries of more as his mouth trailing down his chest, latching onto one of his nipples for several long minutes, teasing it before growing bored and continuing down to his abdomen. He bit his lip and squirmed weakly as his captors' tongue darted out over his skin and made him wriggle in frustration and anticipation.
Aizen was amused by his prisoners' reaction to his actions, very amused indeed. He had never imagined that Szayel's aphrodisiac invention would work so well or so quickly, nor had he anticipated Kurosaki would be so receptive to its effects. Yes he was amused, and he had the opportunity to vent out some of his pent up frustrations on this young man, which pleased him, though he inwardly was considering going a little easier on him if it was his first time as he suspected it was. He half wanted Kurosaki to come back for more after; seeing the young orange haired male asking to be screwed would certain please him…
He snapped back to the matter at hand as said orange head called his name and he looked up at him slowly, nearly loosing himself instantly in the haziness of the male's eyes. He shook such thoughts from his mind and smirked, "Yes Kurosaki Ichigo?" he replied and flicked his tongue into his navel a second time.
Ichigo had whined as Aizen stopped and seemed to daydream, calling his name several times before the traitor had heard him. He swallowed at his tone of voice and dropped his head back to the bed as his tongue flicked into his navel, shuddering slightly before he looked back down at him, "N… Nothing… You were daydreaming…"
Aizen smirked again at his reaction and crawled back up over him, hovering his mouth near Ichigo's, "I do not daydream Kurosaki Ichigo." He lied expertly and whipped off the younger man's hakama abruptly, followed by his underwear; leaving him completely bear to his eyes.
Ichigo's eyes widened as he found himself stark naked in front of his enemy and tried to cover himself, only to have his hands restrained by one of Aizen's. His blush darkened as he watched those dark brown eyes roam over every part of his exposed body several times over and swallowed heavily.
Aizen let out an inaudible moan as he stared at the younger man's tantalising body and looked up at his flushed face with a wide smirk as he imagined the various ways he could desecrate and defile him. He groaned a little louder and watched dark chestnut eyes flash to his face in surprise and expectation.
Unable to restrain himself any longer Aizen stripped off his white uniform and threw it onto the chair in the corner of the room; he then pounced back on top of the berry head and claimed his mouth forcefully as he curled a hand around his hardened member and moved his hand against him steadily.
Ichigo gasped and moaned weakly into his mouth, bucking into his hand and shuddering slightly as he felt the older man's member brushing against his thigh, he clasped a hand around the back of his neck and pulled him closer, kissing him back heatedly and eagerly.
Aizen smirked slightly against his lips at how desperate he was and complied, lifting Kurosaki's legs up to his waist and looping his free hand around, pressing his fingers against his entrance almost teasingly before pulling them away again and looking down at him, "Have you even been with a man before Kurosaki Ichigo?" he asked, he had little real interest save for his former thoughts about wanting the substitute shinigami to come back of his own accord.
He swallowed at the question and looked up at him, shaking his head, "No…" he replied after a moment.
"Have you ever been with a woman then?" he asked, again with no deep meaningful interest in his answer, yet he had a niggling curiosity which needed sating.
"No." he answered more confidently.
He looked surprised for a moment before concealing it, he hadn't expected no as both answers, "I see. Well we can change one of those answers now can't we?" He said a little smugly and pressed his fingers back against his entrance, slipping one inside of him quickly and kissing his neck heatedly to distract him as he felt his muscles tense at the unusual intrusion.
Ichigo jumped slightly and winced as he felt his finger enter him and tensed before moaning as he felt him kissing his neck, he relaxed slowly and whined from his throat as he lifted his hips against his hand and gasped when his hand started rocking against him in return. He turned his head and attacked his mouth with his own, winding his arms around his shoulders tightly as he arched up against him and moaned brokenly.
Aizen smirked against his mouth and quickly eased a second finger into him, thrusting more forcefully for a moment and curling his fingers into the small ball of sensitive nerves within his captive, earning a sharp gasp from the younger man followed by a long whining moan. He pulled his hand back abruptly and heard a groan of frustration leave Kurosaki's lips. He chuckled and lifted the other's legs a little higher, letting them wrap around his waist again; he then leaned over him and pressed his member to his entrance, thrusting into him with one quick movement, moaning breathlessly as he felt his warm, tight muscles tighten slightly around him.
Ichigo threw his head back as he felt the larger invasion and gasped shakily, letting out a flurry of moans and groans as he became accustom to the sensation. He bucked his hips impulsively and hummed contentedly as he forced him deeper, kissing his neck eagerly and rocking against him.
Aizen groaned under his breath and pulled back, slamming into him rapidly as he felt him relax around him, he kissed the berry head back heatedly, moaning into his mouth and likewise swallowing the younger male's moans as they poured out in streams.
He sped up slightly after a few minutes and changed his angle slightly, thrusting into his nerves roughly, gasping at his reaction and moaning, hanging his head slightly as he started pumping his hardened member again.
The orange haired substitute shinigami wailed, arching his back up off the bed and bucking his hips eagerly against his thrusts. He clawed at the bed sheets beneath him and moaned loudly; curling his toes as he felt an unfamiliar knot forming in his stomach. He gasped and threw his head back, feeling Aizen's lips descend onto the bear flesh.
Aizen bit firmly on the skin of his neck, hard enough to leave a well placed bruise. He pulled back slightly and balled his fists around the sheets beside his head and rocked his hips roughly as he felt his muscles twitch around him, he smirked inwardly at the expression on his face and rolled his hips teasingly before jolting again.
Ichigo let out a long wailing moan as his muscles spasmed suddenly and he released over his stomach and Aizen's hand; he arched up off the bed and dropped his head back, groaning breathlessly as he felt Aizen continue to slam into him before holding his position and releasing deeply into him. He bit back a whine as he shuddered against him slightly and slumped down on the bed exhausted.
The former captain groaned as he finally released and watched the expression on the younger male's face, he smirked inwardly and slowly unsheathed himself from Ichigo and laid down beside him as they both recovered.
Aizen looked around slowly as Ichigo's breathing slowed suddenly and smirked widely as he saw the sated young man had fallen asleep. He chuckled out loud and stood up; he stretched and disappeared into the en-suit bathroom to shower.
When he returned from the quick and refreshing wash he stood and observed the orange haired shinigami as he pulled on a fresh hakama, throwing his previous uniform into the wash basket. He tied his kosode loosely and walked over to Ichigo slowly. He leaned down over him and tilted his head as he watched him sleeping soundly.
He straightened abruptly and walked over to the intercom system on the wall, pressing the button, "Ulquiorra. My room, now." He ordered before strolling back into the other room and tossing the cushions back in the corner. He seated himself behind his desk and waited patiently for the knock on the door to arrive.
Ulquiorra arrived quickly, as always, knocking on the door before entering as he was greeted. He bowed slightly to the Lord of Las Noches before straightening and looking directly at him, "How may I be of service, Aizen-sama?"
"Take Kurosaki Ichigo back to his allocated room and prepare him a new uniform." He replied, gesturing towards the open bedroom doors and the still stark naked substitute shinigami.
"Yes, Aizen-sama." Ulquiorra said without hesitation, it wasn't like he was over unused to removing sleeping guests from his master's sleeping chambers after all.
Aizen watched as Ulquiorra used sonido and left speedily with Ichigo and smirked once again, sitting back in his seat and turning his chair so he was facing the open balcony doors. He chuckled darkly as he studied the twinkling stars in the sky and wondered how long it would be before he heard word from the shinigami, wanting Kurosaki Ichigo back. He wondered how long it would be before he showed them… the Kurosaki Ichigo they knew was no longer alive.
"Are ya enjoyin' yerself Aizen-taichou?" Gin asked from the doorway.
"Gin…" he murmured in amusement, "Hmm… I suppose I could be feeling some emotion similar to that… Yes."
So, here is the end of chapter two! I hope it was satisfactory in the yaoi department, from here on in there will be more, with multiple pairings (mostly involving Aizen though).
I've so far really enjoyed writing this and reading the reviews I've received, hope I can keep you entertained as the plot evolves!