Chapter 2

Ichigo stood quietly in front of Kenpachi's desk, his eyes stoic as Kenpachi let his apprentice out of the room.

"Do you know why I called you here?" Kenpachi asked as he sat behind his desk in his leather chair, Ichigo's eyes looking to him but quickly retreating back to the wall.

"No, sir," he replied, Kenpachi sighing as he put a half way done cigarette between his lips, leaning back and taking a deep inhale as the bells in his hair jingled, exhaling deeply, the smoke escaping through his nose like he was an enraged bull.

"Renji was injured today, was he not?" Kenpachi asked, his one unconcealed eye watching him, daring him to act upon his darker desires.

Ichigo swallowed.

"Yes sir," he finally replied, Kenpachi nodding as he took another deep inhale, removing the cigarette before sighing.

"Any news on his condition?" Kenpachi asked, Ichigo shaking his head.

"I was informed to report here ASAP, sir," Ichigo replied, Kenpachi nodding.

"Until report of his condition is confirmed, I want you to stay away from the Royal," Kenpachi ordered, Ichigo's stoic expression cracking as his lip raised in a slight snarl.

"Why, sir?" Ichigo asked, Kenpachi grinning.

"I know more than anyone what you want to do to him, Ichigo. But Yamamoto's order's were to gain information, not eliminate the cargo," Kenpachi told him, Ichigo clenching his fist but remaining silent.

"Return to your quarters Ichigo, rest. There is a lot more vampires in need of decapitation," Kenpachi ordered, Ichigo exhaling deeply.

He bowed deeply and turned, leaving the room.

Kenpachi's grin fell.

He stood from his seat, putting out the cigarette in the ashtray on his desk.

He had a meeting with this so called Royal.

Shiro grunted when he was thrown into his cell, his body aching as his body tried feebly to heal his many bruises and wounds.

His burnt wrists were the slowest to heal, Shiro panting as he sat up, looking to his wrists in the dim lighting of his cell.

They looked gruesome and disgusting, his usual white skin now a black char color.

He sighed, his usually cool skin feeling overheated, sweat sliding down his temple.

He removed his shirt, gritting his teeth when his wrists protested against his movements, ignoring the pain as he put it onto the dirty floor.

He laid down, resting his head on his vest like shirt, exhaling as he tried to slip into slumber.

He would heal faster that way.

He was about to slip under the waves of slumber when he heard his cell door open, his eyes snapping open as he got to his feet, grunting when he was pushed against the wall, the cell door closing loudly behind whoever had entered.

A menacing grin was really the only thing he could see as a hand fastened around his neck, his esophagus on the verge of collapsing.

He looked up to the small grey eye that stared down at him as he remained calm.

He didn't have to breath, it was just habit.

"What do you want," he asked in a hoarse voice, the man in front of him grinning wider.

He didn't respond.

Shiro narrowed his eyes, grabbing the guys wrist, his black claw like nails digging into his skin.

"Let go," he ordered, the man chuckling.

Shiro's eyes widened when he slipped his hand down his pants, a flash of fear passing in his eyes.

"You have killed many of my best men," the man growled as he grabbed his cock, Shiro grunting as he punched his chest, the mans hand removed from his pants as he stumbled back.

The man grinned insanely.

"I shall give you the same pain you dealt them."

Shiro jumped into the air when the man lunged towards him, landing behind him and backflipping when the man turned and grabbed for him, grunting when he landed in a crouched position in front of the cell door, his head snapping up as he glared angrily at the man before him.

"What is your name?" Shiro growled, the man watching him closely as he stood.

"Kenpachi," he told him as he reached into his pocket, Shiro narrowing his eyes, taking a step back.

The cold brass met him at his back.

Kenpachi took out a collar laced with holy inscriptions, Shiro growling as the collar began to grow lightly in awareness of his presence.

"You will not enjoy this," Kenpachi told him as he advanced, Shiro's body heating up as the glowing collar tried to force him to submit.

A vampires encagement spell.

He was panting in exertion just to keep standing once Kenpachi finally made it to him, his body shaking as he fought against it.

"This will not be over quickly," Kenpachi whispered as Shiro fell to his knees, a slow grin spreading his lips.

Shiro fell to the floor when the collar was put on him, gasping when his head smashed onto the floor, his vision blurring.

Kenpachi walked behind him and raised him onto knees, his arms useless as his pants were pulled down.

His throat was sealed closed so he couldn't protest when a finger was pushed into his anus.

He closed his eyes as the finger was pushed further, Kenpachi chuckling behind him.

"It seems like the Royal is not so clean as he appears to be," Kenpachi chuckled when he withdrew his finger, cum staining his finger.

Shiro grit his teeth at the words he had spoken, a face flashing in his mind but it was quick to disappear.

He heard the rustling of pants being pulled down and hoped for sleep to take him then as a hand ran up his back.

The intrusion burned as he tried to stretch and accommodate his cock, Shiro gritting his teeth as he fisted his hand.

"I'll humiliate you in the worst of ways," Kenpachi cackled as his hips touched to his ass before he pulled out again, not letting Shiro adjust as he began a brutally slow though hard pace that left Shiro's insides raw, his nose flaring at the scent of his own blood as he was torn inside.

He sped up when he started to find pleasure out of his acts of cruelty, Shiro only able to grunt as his body was rocked from his thrusts, the pain that shot up his spine with every thrust making his vision spin.

The friction burned in the most horrific of ways, Shiro gasping when the collar was removed, Kenpachi grabbing his hair and forcing his face into the dirt so he wouldn't be able to escape as he thrusted harder into him, Shiro biting his lip, blood trickling down his chin as he tried to hold back his cries, only pained grunts able to be heard .

"You're nothing but a lowly slut."

Ichigo stopped when he heard Kenpachi's voice, his eyes stoic as he listened to shallow grunts and the slap of skin against skin.

The guards had been ordered to stand outside the dungeons doors but with some persuasion he was granted permission to pass through.

He frowned.

He walked further into the dungeon where the Royal was held, his steps light.

He peered into the cell, careful to not go past the holy seal that was placed outside the cell doors, his eyes narrowing.

Kenpachi had the Royal on his knees as he thrusted into him, his back to him as forced himself into him repeatedly like an animal.

He spotted the collar on the ground, realizing how Kenpachi got the Royal in such a position.

He felt something spike in his chest but it wasn't sympathy when he saw the Royal's clenched fist, his burnt wrist ruining the natural paleness of his skin.

Ichigo turned away.

It seemed like Kenpachi beat him in the revenge section.

He ventured back up the dungeon stairs, the shallow grunts slowly fading back into the secret parts of the dungeon.

He could care less what Kenpachi did to the Royal, but he doubted raping him would get him in the mood to speak.

And plus, if he couldn't touch the Royal, then neither should he.

A slow smirk slid onto his lips.

A fist slammed down against a wooden desk as Rukia growled, Kenpachi unfazed by her anger as she stood, Ichigo leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over chest.

Let the trial begin.

"Your specific orders were not to touch him," Rukia hissed as she stood in front of him, Kenpachi looking down to her with stoic eyes.

Kenpachi did not reply.

"You are lucky Yamamoto bends in your favor, Kenpachi, or I would have you executed for disobeying my orders," Rukia hissed angrily at him, her eyes snapping to Ichigo.

"As for you, your orders were no more different than his! Inhumane or not the fact you witnessed it while going against orders is enough to get you punished!"

Rukia nearly shook with anger, her cold eyes burning with fire.

She sighed, leaning against her desk.

"But, we still have use for you two so neither offense will be acted upon. Both of you shall return to your rooms. For now, unless told, you two are to have no contact with our cargo. Information is information and I can't have that tie severed. Dismissed."

Ichigo and Kenpachi bowed before turning and leaving, Ichigo not caring to confront Kenpachi anymore on the subject.

It was a matter of the past now.

Shiro awoke with a start when he was dumped into a pool of warm water, his skin burning as he rose to the surface, gasping when water was replaced with oxygen, Shiro coughing before looking around, seeing the orange haired girl with the large bosom sat by the tub he was put it, Shiro panting as he glared back at her, his lower back aching as he sat up more properly when it became apparent Rangiku wasn't going to do anything.

"We need you at your best before we can interrigate you again," Rangiku told him as the door opened, the dark skinned female entered, a towel wrapped around her dboy.

Shiro narrowed his eyes.

"She will assist you with whatever you need," Rangiku told him as she stood, Shiro looking back to her.

"Why are you doing this?" Shiro asked angrily, Rangiku smiling.

"We have to keep you alive as long as it takes to get our answers," she told him before she turned to leave, Shiro looking back to the dark skinned female who walked towards him, the towel falling from her fingers.

"Relax," she told him as she stepped into the tub, pulling her hair over one shoulder, her smooth thighs sliding over his calves as she moved closer to him.

"Drink," she ordered as she pressed closer, her nipples hard from the cold atmosphere pressing against his chest.

Shiro swallowed when her neck was exposed so carelessly, his back aching as he rose up, sliding his tongue over her jugular vein, feeling for the pulse before he closed his jaw, his fangs pressing into her skin.

Her body stiffened but she didn't fight him, her eyes closing as he drank deeply.

He was going to need it.