Conversations In The Dark Chapter 21: Traitor?, a bleach fanfic

A/N: I'm not saying this could or would happen, only that I'm a total pervert and it's fun to think about, lol. Inspired by the doujinshi Gentei Mi Kaijo. There's two versions, the first is the more mellow version Ichio!Muse made me write cus of what he did to Toushiro!Muse in the second one. Sappy bastard felt bad.

Ichi!Muse: Hey, Moon! BAN-

Me: -flee-

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Hitsugaya ground his teeth, his humiliation unbearable. Caught, bound, and blindfolded by the enemy. This had to be what hell truly was.

They'd used some sort of kido to seal his reiatsu and were currently leading him somewhere- not too gently, either. Whoever was doing the leading must be quite tall- he kept tripping over his own feet attempting to keep up.

Ultimate humiliation.

His body connected to the floor. They must be at their destination. He knew that for certain when the blindfold came off.

It was obviously a bedroom. Would they be holding him here? No, it was too nice for a prisoner.

The one who'd brought him here, likely a low level Arrancar (and yes, quite tall, the bastard), had Hyorinamru. The taichou had expected some line of cursing from his psyche, but so far, the dragon was staying silent. Hitsugaya wasn't even entirely sure the other half of his soul was still there. It wasn't unheard of that zanpakuto would abandon thier wielders in situation such as these, but if that was the case, that asshole wouldn't have his sword; it would have dissipated to nothingness. The silence could still be a prerequisite, though; Hyorinmaru wasn't answering any of his calls.

"Kurosaki-dono will be in shortly. Wait here quietly until then."

The white brow furrowed, teal eyes widened. "Who... did you just name?"

"Oh, right. You shinigami," he spat the word, "think he died when he killed our previous leader. He didn't."

"That's enough," a new voice voice said, and the taichou's head turned sharply at the mildly distorted, but familiar, tone.

"Kurosaki-dono!"

"Out."

"Yes, sir," the nameless Arrancar said humbly, bowing and closing the door as he went, leaving the prisioner's zanpakuto by the newcomer's feet. Hitsugaya wanted to say something, anything; but he'd long accepted that his lover had met his demise in the battle that ended almost a year prior, made his peace with the taller's passing, and now, to see him alive and well (in a manner of speaking) right in front of him... It was more than just a little disconcerning. He looked a little different, though. His hair and skin a few shades lighter, two red marks across his right cheek, and dressed in attire fitting Hueco Mundo. The idiot was an arrancar now, not a vizard. What had happened to him?

"What's wrong?" the other grinned, picking up Hyroinmaru and laying but it and his own zanpkuto against the bed. "You seem upset."

"You kidnapped me, you moron!" the shorter suddenly roared, throwing his nerves aside and kicking back on to instinct, familiarity. "Why the hell would you do that? Why the fuck would you pretend to be dead at all?"

"I am dead, though."

"You know what I mean," was the low growl. "You were content to let us think you'd faded from exisitance when in reality, you were taking over the enemy camp."

"It's kinda big for a 'camp.'"

"Stop changing the subject."

"I really don't think the one who's tied up is in any shape to be giving orders," the taller smirked.

"I'm not the one with anything to hide."

"What makes you think I have something to hide?"

"You're evading my every question and you have yet to call me by name."

"You always were too sharp for your own good, which is why I'm doing both."

"My own good?" he repeated. "What the hell are you on about?"

The taller seemingly collapsed, kneeling down in front of his prisoner, head down. Almost cautiously, he reached around the shinigami to untie him. Stunned, Hitsugaya didn't move. Eventually, the orange haired male began to speak once more. "I'm sure you've figured out what I am now," he muttered. "And what will happen if I call you by name."

"You're an arrancar," the taichou stated dipolmatically. "And if you didn't want that to happen, you wouldn't have kidnapped me."

"Release," the other murmured, placing his hand over the tensai's heart, and Toushiro felt his reiatsu begin to strengthen again. When had this moron learned kido? "There are many things I want. I may have none of them."

"May have?"

Finally, the taller lifted his head. "I brought to you to me rather than going to you for a reason. Seireitei would lose its collective shit if I ever went back as I am now."

"That's crap. The sotaichou would-"

"Have me hunted. I tried to go back when I regain consciousness. I was attacked."

White brows furrowed as the tensai figured out what the other was talking about. A few days after the war was over, he had heard reports about an arrancar trying to get into Seireitei. "They... didn't recognize you?"

"Would you have, had that moron not call me by name?"

"Of course," the shorter scoffed. "You don't look that different."

"There's another part to the reason I brought you here; it was to give you a choice. And I won't call you by name until after you've made it."

He could already guess what was coming, but stayed silent.

"For awhile, I didn't think I had it in me to ask this of you, but...I guess I'm more selfish than even I thought. Would you... stay with me here? Or will you go back to Seireitei?"

Hitsugaya paused, then stood, the other's heart sank- until he heard the sound of fabric ripping. His head snapped up, hazel eyes widening at the sight of the shorter pulling his haori in half, then letting the pieces fall to the floor. "Have someone bring that to the soutaichou. He'll know he needs to find a new taichou."

Ichigo suddenly felt an immense lack of air in his lungs; the shorter knelt in front of him again. "Call me by name," he whispered.

"You're sure?"

"As if I care what you look like, what you are. You're still my idiot in there. Call me by name."

"Ah," the other breathed, the command electric in his ears and going straight to his groin. "Toushiro."

A chill went down the tensai's spine. He attacked the other's mouth, as if trying to consume him.

Neither had been with anyone since they'd been separated, nothing else was noticed except the familiar sight, smell and taste of each other.

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Alternate version

IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIH

Hitsugaya ground his teeth, his humiliation unbearable. Caught, bound, and blindfolded by the enemy. This had to be what hell truly was.

Ultimate humiliation.

His body connected to the floor. They must be at thier destination. He knew that for certain when the blindfold came off.

It was obviously a bedroom. Would they be holding him here? No, it was too nice for a prisoner.

The one who'd brought him here, likely a low level Arrancar (and yes, at least 5'9", the bastard), had Hyorinamru. The taichou had expected some line of cursing from his psyche, but so far, the dragon was staying silent. Hitsugaya wasn't even entirely sure the other half of his soul was still there. It wasn't unheard of that zanpakuto would abandon their wielders in situation such as these, but if that was the case, that asshole wouldn't have his sword; it would have dissipated to nothingness. The silence could still be a prerequisite, though; Hyorinmaru wasn't answering any of his calls.

"Kurosaki-dono will be in shortly. Wait here quietly until then."

The white brow furrowed, teal eyes widened. "Who... did you just name?"

"Oh, right. You shinigami," he spat the word, "think he died when he killed our previous leader. He didn't."

"That's enough," a new voice voice said, and the taichou's head turned sharply at the mildly distorted, but familiar, tone.

"Kurosaki-dono!"

"Out."

"Yes, sir," the nameless Arrancar said humbly, bowing and closing the door as he went, leaving the prisoner's zanpakuto by the newcomer's feet. Hitsugaya wanted to say something, anything; but he'd long accepted that his lover had met his demise in the battle that ended almost a year prior, made his peace with the taller's passing, and now, to see him alive and well (in a manner of speaking) right in front of him... It was more than just a little disconcerting. He looked a little different, though. His hair and skin a few shades lighter, two red marks across his right cheek, and dressed in attire fitting Hueco Mundo. The idiot was an arrancar now, not a vizard. What had happened to him?

"What's wrong?" the other grinned, picking up Hyroinmaru and laying but it and his own zanpkuto against a wall. "You seem upset."

The other made no reply, only picked the taichou up by the bindings around his wrists, dragging and sitting him unto the bed.

"Kurosaki! Answer me!"

"I am," the taller replied, then then yanked the belt that held the tensai's uniform in place loose.

"Kuro-mmfft!" he was cut off when two of the other's fingers were rammed into his mouth.

"I'd slick those suckers up good, Toushiro."

It was as if an electric current had just run thorugh his body. Ichigo saying his name always had that effect on him, even his voice had gained a bit of a edge. And now, looking at that sadistic grin, the pleased look in his eyes, TOushiro found the answer to his questions. Doing whatever it was arrancar did to become arrancar had obviously not done wonders for his personality otherwise- his hollow must've been quite the mind job. The Ichigo he knew would never have acted like this.

So Ichigo, being Ichigo, secluded himself from those he held dear. 'But then... why did he have me brought here?'

Hitsugaya's thoughts were cut off when those lean fingers left his mouth, and wasted no time protrudung his entrance. He was forced to fall backwards unto his own back, cringing slightly not only at the pain, but the odd (and somewhat crushed) angle his arms found themselves in. He'd probably only gotten any preparation at all because of Ichigo's part in this new personality. He almost smiled; the idiot was in there, somewhere.

"Ichi..."

"Ready already, are you? Fine with me," the other replied, then removed his own clothing. He wasted no time impaling himself on the shorter.

Toushiro cried out loud in surprise and pain, feeling tears stinging his eyes. Ichigo didn't relent, but leaned down to lick the salty water from his eyes. Teal eyes dared to open and saw the warmest hazel looking back, if only for a second until they darkened again in insatiable lust. The taller pounded even harder.

"Ichi... I..," he heard himself say. 'When did I get so submissive?' he wondered a brief moment.

"You can come," the distorted tone answered.

The shorter bit down on his lower lip as his did come, warming both thier lower bodies with the white fluid. He tasted something in his mouth... blood? 'Bit down too hard...'

The taller still didn't relent. He seemed to be going even harder, in fact. Toushiro writhed beneath him, moaning loudly from the assault on his already heightened senses.

"Ichi- I-I can't-," Toushiro tried to tell him.

A pale, almost white hand glided down his chest to touch his face. "Can't what?" he asked sweetly, then licked the other's lips, tasting the blood on them.

"H-Hurts," he managed to say, though he was a bit unbelieving that he did. What was wrong with him today? How had Ichigo manged to turn him into a writhing, moaning mess of want?

"I'll feel good again in a minute, promise," was the reply, and it was true. Soon, the sensations the taller was creating weren't eliciting pain, but an even more delicious pleasure.

He moaned lowly, then felt the other come inside him. When teal eyes opened to look at him, Ichigo assured him, albeit panting, "Don't worry... I'm not done yet."

He was good on his word yet again. Only seconds passed before the taller got up on his knees on the bed, pulling the other's ass closer to him so that the tensai was at a downward angle, his bound arms his only support; the pounding from earlier continued.

Toushiro felt his climax coming all the faster- whasn't it supposed to be the other way around?- and through heavy-lidded eyes, locked his gaze on Ichigo's.

"Ha..." he breathed. "Ichi..."

"You gonna come again, Toushiro?"

The electric current pulsed through his body at the sound of his name, and did, in fact, come.

All over his own face.

A year ago, he would have kicked Kurosaki off and out of the bed for at least a week for doing such a thing to him. But now... Why was it ok now?

The appreicative look in those hazel eyes? Perhaps.

In battle, Ichigo was always someone to be feared. But now, he had the personality to back it up. He was a far cry from the awkward teenager Hitsugaya had fallen in love with. He wasn't the same person in the slightest.

And that was exactly what Ichigo was trying to tell him now.

Mission accomplished.

Personality fused with an obviously sick, twisted hollow or not, Toushiro could still see Ichigo in there, be it fortunate or not. He moaned loudly, feeling the other reach his peak again as well. He lowered the tensai, licking the warm cum off his lover's face. "Sorry about that," he muttered.

That was why. No matter what new flaws were in his logic, Ichigo was still Ichigo, trying to make everything ok despite the fact it wasn't. The next time those lips dared trail near his, he captured them for his own in a long, wanting kiss.

"Oh, someone still wants to play?"

"If you untie his wrists so his shoulders don't give out, yes."

A small, apologetic smirk crossed the other's face, untying the ropes. Hitsugaya hissed in pain while he brought his arms forward again.

"There's something else I should give back to you as well."

"Oh?"

Ichigo leaned down again, to kiss over the other's heart. Then, laying his hand over the same spot, whispered, "Release." The shorter felt the ties on his reiatsu unwind.

"When the hell did you learn kido?"

"I didn't. I'm just a hell of a lot stronger than the guy that cast it on you."

"Oh. Right." The white haired male really didn't want to find how just how powerful Ichigo was now if he was stronger than a guy with the ability to kick his own ass. "Might I take this moment of coherency to ask you something?"

"Sure," was the easy going reply, rolling off his lover and laying with his head propped up on his hand.

"Why the hell did you kidnap me?"

A grin. "Doesn't make any sense, does it?"

"No. Not even for you."

"Ouch."

"You obviously faked your death because your personality was unstable, not wanting to hurt anyone."

"So why, when I'm so afraid of myself, would I bring my lover to the very place I was hiding? Against his will, no less?"

A single nod.

"I'm selfish; I always have been. I want everything, but not everything."

"You're losing me, Kurosaki."

"Sorry. Explaining my logic gets weird for me. I don't want the world, but I do want what I want. I didn't want to hurt anyone, so I stayed away- but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop wanting you. Not just sex, stop making that face. I missed having you around; I missed you."

"So, of course, the obvious conclusion is to bring me to you."

"He's got it."

"Your subordinates need to learn some manners."

"You don't know the half of it. I'm surprised. I didn't think you'd be talking to me, let alone joking with me, after what I just did to you."

"My reiatsu's back and my hands are free- it's payback time."

"Score. But before that, I have a question for you."

"Which is?"

"How long are you staying?"

The white brow furrowed.

"I made you come here, yes, but I won't make you stay. You're free to leave anytime."

"But I can't come back."

"...No. It's too dangerous and I doubt the soutiachou would approve field trips to Hueco Mundo."

"Ah, that is where we are."

"That moron didn't actually blindfold you, did he?"

"He did."

"That bitch is toast. One sec, I'll be right back."

Rolling his eyes, Toushiro took the other's wrist before he could leave.

"What?"

"Leave him for me torture. I'll need something to do while you're recovering."

The light orange brow knitted together this time. "Recovering? From what?"

Teal eyes glinted mischievously. "What I'm about to do to you. But first thing's first," he said diplomatically, sitting up to remove his haori. Grabbing by the spilt end, he continued to tear at it straight down the middle.

"Toushiro...?"

Somehow, he ignored the shudder that went down his spine at the word, continuing his work.

"But what about Hinamori? Matsumoto? Your work?"

"Dead, dead, and a lifetime with you sounds better than a lifetime with a desk."

"Shit... Soul Society lost a lot of people, didn't they?"

"And a name was just added to the list," the tensai said nonchalantly, handing the other the now-tattered haori. "If you have one of those idiots bring that near Seireitei, the chotaichou will know he need a replacement for 10th Division much sooner."

"10th Division. Not 'my' division?"

"It's not anymore."

"Toushiro, this is where Hollows come from! Where they still come from! You're going to sit there and tell me after little to no consideration, you're perfectly fine with coexisting with beings you've fought against your entire life?"

"I would stand, but I don't think I can after what you just did to me."

Ichigo arched an eyebrow, then sighed.

Something clicked in the shorter's head. "You really didn't think I'd want to stay, did you? Get all your fantasies out of the way, did we?"

The other's cheeks flushed slightly. "Not... all of them...," he admitted, then smiled. "Thanks, Toushiro. I haven't felt this sane all year."

"Well, as glad as I am that I am assisting you in keeping your fragile grip with reality, how about you find out about a few of the more picturesque situations in my head?"

"I like that plan."