Chapter 2: Face to Face
(In Aizen Sousuke's bedroom in Hueco Mundo)
"Ah," Aizen sighed, relaxing against Byakuya's naked chest as the noble smirked and cooled his fevered face with a cool, wet washcloth, "You are indeed a much lovelier storyteller than Gin."
"Hmmm, I think you only say that because I am not wearing any clothes."
"If I had my way, I would lock you in a tower, like the beast in your story, bind you in kido chains and have my way with you until we were both unconscious. Shall we begin now?"
"You are already nearly unconscious," Byakuya commented, feeding the sick man another sip of hot green tea, "If not for my adherence to the rules of truce we follow when I visit, I would haul you away to the Seireitei prisons and bind you in kido chains, then have my way with you until you lost consciousness."
"Ooh, that is almost enough to make me turn myself in. What a wicked tease you are, my love."
"Who is teasing?" Byakuya breathed hotly in his ear.
"Oh," murmured Aizen, "You want to dispense with the storytelling and enjoy each other a bit?"
"You are supposed to be resting. I will not make love to you until your fever is gone. That should be incentive enough to make you get better faster."
"Hmmm, how about, in the meantime, you heat up that fairytale? So...I, the wicked beast, have locked you up in the tower and you have to stay alone with me until you break the spell..."
"Yes, and meanwhile, back in the Seireitei..." Byakuya went on.
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"Rukia, you have to calm down," said Renji, rubbing his aching head, "We're not gonna be able to help if we can't understand you!"
"Renji is right," agreed Ichigo, glancing at the redhead, who was lying in a hospital bed in the fourth division, "Take a few breaths and tell us what happened."
"Nii-sama!" Rukia wailed, "He was captured by a horrid monster!"
"What are you talking about...horrid monster?" asked Renji, "I was out there, and so was Ichigo, and we didn't see a monster. We don't know what it was that started beating the living hell out of us. Before we go deciding it was a monster..."
"But it was a monster," objected the young woman, "I saw it! It had hair all over it, big teeth and claws and..."
"Sounds like a nasty hollow," concluded Renji.
"It was bigger than any hollow I ever saw," said Rukia, "It wasn't a hollow. It didn't have a hollow hole. I tell you, it was a monster!"
"Heheh," chuckled Ichigo, "Well, Renji and I can beat the shit outta any monster, so don't worry.
"You can, huh?" said Rukia skeptically, crossing her arms, "That's why you're in here instead of out trying to help me save Nii-sama."
"Eh, I don't know why you're worried anyway," muttered Ichigo, "Byakuya is scarier than any hollow or monster! That monster should be scared of him!"
"Would you shut up, you idiot!" snapped Rukia, "I don't care what you say. I saw a monster. He tried to throw me in a dirty old cell, then he let me go and took Nii-sama instead! Now, you two clowns can either sit there looking stupid, or you can make yourselves useful finding and rescuing my brother from that awful beast!"
"Do we get to choose?" quipped Renji.
"SHUT UP AND GET OFF YOUR STUPID ASSES!" roared Rukia, sending the two limping towards the door, tripping over each other to escape the fire-breathing female shinigami, "GET OUT THERE AND FIND NII-SAMA AND DON'T EVEN THINK OF COMING BACK WITHOUT HIM!"
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Byakuya woke to the dreariness of the dark cell he had been placed in, and he pulled the warm coverlet around him and sat in the corner, frowning and wondering what would happen next. He wondered if he would be forced to stay in the small, cold cell in the darkness or if he would get to see the light of day again. The only comfort he had was the memory of the lovely sakura tree that had caught his attention before. He closed his eyes and focused on that tree's loveliness as the hours went by and his heart ached at the silence and loneliness.
Byakuya had always been a quiet sort. He followed the rules, stayed within the lines and steadfastly protected the ones he loved. He expected too, that others would follow the rules, but in the darkness of the cell he was in, all that had gone before had become useless. And it only tormented him to think of home and the family and friends that he had left behind. His heart began to ache painfully for them, and although he wasn't an emotional man, he was slowly brought to tears.
The beast watched his captive through the help of a handheld monitor. He zoomed in on Byakuya's pretty face and studied the quiet anguish he had caused by locking the man away. Usually, Aizen wasn't the kind of man to bother himself with others' emotions, but when he looked at this man's unhappy expression, he felt unhappy too. When he saw the tremble in Byakuya's slender, beautiful body, the shaking of his hands as he brushed the little strands of hair away from his face, and the tears that leaked onto his cheeks, he suddenly didn't want to see the man sad anymore.
There was something about Kuchiki Byakuya that suggested that he had already been too sad, and now was even more so, trapped in that dark, cold place.
So, Aizen set down the monitor and walked slowly past the very sakura tree that Byakuya had been remembering to comfort himself. He traveled through the great mansion and up the many steps into the tower. Byakuya heard the beast's approaching footsteps and wondered to himself if things were going to get better, or if they would take a turn for the worse.
He looked up quietly as the lock on the door clicked loudly and the door to the cell creaked open.
"Come, Byakuya," the beast's deep voice growled, "As you have promised that you will not try to leave, I will give you a more comfortable place to stay."
"Thank you," Byakuya answered, rising onto his feet and following the huge beast out of the cell.
He swallowed hard, looking at the beast's powerful body, the broad shoulders, strong back, large arms and cruel looking claws and teeth. And he couldn't help but wonder what the beast had planned for him. He wasn't afraid of being hurt or killed. It didn't seem like the beast wanted very much to do either. And that made Byakuya wonder to himself.
Is he perhaps...lonely?
He looked around the dusty halls and over the dim fixtures and decor that must once have been shining and fastidiously polished. He imagined how once, the great doors at the front of the palace might have stood open and people would come and go, rushing about, here and there. It made him think of home again and nearly brought tears to his eyes, but a moment later, he was distracted from them, when the beast stopped and opened the door to a small room at the top of another tower.
The room was dusty, like the rest of the palace, and was sparsely furnished. But it was comfortably warm and after spending the night in the dark, icy cell, it the bed looked sinfully soft and cozy.
"You should be comfortable here," the beast said, studying his bowed head and downcast eyes, "My spirit servants will bring you food or other things if you need them. Just summon them with the bell that is on the nightstand. You may move around the castle as you wish, but do not enter my tower or private garden. They are strictly forbidden."
"I understand," Byakuya said solemnly.
He watched as the beast nodded and stalked away, then turned to look at the dusty room again. He sighed softly, not enjoying the thought of what it would take to make the place habitable. He thought briefly about summoning a spirit servant, but wasn't sure he wanted to know the sort of creatures that might serve such a one as the beast. Instead, he opened the doors to the room's small balcony and pulled the curtains away to let the sunlight into the room. It was much warmer then, so, being alone, he undressed to the waist to be more suitable for menial tasks and set about his cleaning.
He had no idea at all that the beast was back in his room and watching through his handheld monitor.
The beast's brown eyes took in the lovely sight as Byakuya removed his shirt, baring his slim, muscular shoulders, chest and back. It dizzied him a bit to see such a pretty expanses of soft skin like that. His own body covered in fur, he had almost forgotten the warmth and softness of touching another person's skin. So, he watched closely as Byakuya's softly glowing skin grew damp with sweat while he worked, as his muscles flexed and as he bent over from time to time. He emitted a soft, piqued growl at the feeling that passed through his loins. Byakuya was beautiful enough as it was. But shirtless and bent over, he moved into the realm of heavenly. And although he hadn't really planned what to do with the man before, a number of guilty pleasures came to Aizen's now lusting mind.
He thought about appearing behind the man as he bent over, pressing his hardened genitals against Byakuya's soft, round bottom to show him how he was affecting his captor and to make him shiver to think of what the beast planned for him.
And what he planned for that sinfully beautiful man should, he thought, make Byakuya tremble.
But while wanting to ravish every inch of that lovely man's body, every silken strand of hair, every shapely curve and soft dip of flesh, to thrust his hot tongue between those pretty frowning lips and taste his mouth, to enslave his tongue and hold his hands down, pressing their panting, sweating bodies against each other, it would be no fun if it made the man too terrified. Although, he thought, some fear was useful in letting Byakuya know his place with his new master, with his subservience, he would earn gentler treatment...at least when his beastly master was not in the throes of his passions. Yes, so he had to approach the situation carefully.
He watched the handsome noble with a devilish gleam in his eye, nearly salivating as Byakuya's slender hand reached up to brush a bit of sweat that threatened to leak down onto his porcelain features.
"Oh!" the prince sighed, enjoying the sweet jolt in his belly at the sight, "I simply must have a taste of those delectable looking fingers, brush kisses along those frowning brows!"
He continued to watch closely as Byakuya finished stripping the bed and beating the dust out of the mattress, locating fresh bedding and making the bed, dusting every surface until the entire room was spotless. Aizen tilted his head questioningly wondering, This is a noble born man? Cleaning and dusting? Making his own bed? Doing all of these menial things with no complaint? How oddly endearing that such a one could be so unspoiled. I expected less manners and more bluster, but oh, I do enjoy this man! How can he arouse me so well doing such boring tasks? That was a wise trade I made. That girl would have been crying and carrying on most annoyingly. This man is handling his captivity much more admirably!
The thought he had next surprised him from head to toe.
I want...to do something for him.
But what?
He wondered as he watched Byakuya go into the bathroom and wet a washcloth. He soothed the hot, sweaty expanses of his skin, then sent another sweet jolt through Prince Aizen's loins by discarding the rest of his clothes and stepping into the hot, steamy shower in his bathroom. Aizen smirked as the monitor he held moved and adjusted, affording him a beautiful, close up view of Byakuya's heavenly body as the man let the water rain down onto his naked chest and back, where it ran down over white breast and tantalizing pink nipples, along a slim white belly, into his navel and out again, while more drops went sliding down his straight back and curving with his firm, round bottom, meeting the drops from the front to dance down his pretty, white thighs and..."
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(Back in Hueco Mundo)
"Wh-what are you doing?" Byakuya gasped, halting the telling of his tale as he was dragged out of bed and into Aizen Sousuke's still too hot arms, "I told you that..."
"Oh, my dear, dear Byakuya," Aizen purred, "Fever or no fever, I won't let you get away with such delectable descriptions without you also demonstrating."
"But...!"
"And also, I desire a bath to cool my body and to get some of this dastardly sweat off of me. You don't mind, of course, right?"
"You...!" Byakuya objected, only to be silenced by a blazing, feverish, open-mouthed kiss.
They were at the end of the hall and already entering the bathing room. Aizen set the flustered noble on his feet at the edge of the huge pool, then stopped his next objection as well, with another deep plunge into Byakuya's still objecting mouth. Blushing furiously from the scathing intensity of Aizen's kisses and his indignation, Byakuya nonetheless recognized the uselessness of trying to convince an aroused Aizen Sousuke to do anything any but his own way. So he accepted the offer of a fever-warmed hand and accompanied his lover out to the large rock waterfalls in the center of the bathing room.
Aizen wrapped his seething body around Byakuya's, bringing hot lips to the noble's ear and licking and nipping the sweet lobe before teasing it with hot breath.
"You were saying?" he said, watching as the water rained down onto Byakuya's body, just as he had been describing in his story.
Byakuya started to speak again, and again described in careful detail how the beast-prince watched while his noble captive slowly washed himself. But, as he spoke, Aizen's fever-heated body and flaming hardness pressed up against his back, and the former taichou's hands slipped around Byakuya's slim waist to fondle his quickly awakening genitals. In moments, the noble began to suffer from shortened breath, and the words of the story faded.
"Oh my!" said Aizen, smirking, "Byakuya, are you catching my illness? You look terribly flushed all over!"
Byakuya's mouth opened, but all he could emit was a breathy moan as his lover's fingers played over the sensitive skin of his sac, then slid back and threatened invasion of his also blushing entrance.
"Ah!"
"Is this part of the story?" Aizen inquired, wrapping a hand around the noble's thick, damp member and stroking languidly, while he positioned himself to enter his dazed lover from behind.
Byakuya's breath caught as he braced his hands against the wet rock under the waterfall and bent forward, yielding wantonly to the hands that part his thighs, then guided Aizen's eager member to his entrance. He reeled as that painfully hot appendage touched first, then took him in a single, hard thrust. He felt Aizen's body come to rest along his back as the man's strong hands gripped his hips and the two men moved together in a heavy barrage of heavy, grinding thrusts. The noble's knees weakened as their bodies continued to move as one, both straining to reach that lovely pinnacle of pleasure. The head of Aizen's penetrating member found the center of pleasure inside the noble, touching off a mind-numbing climax that nearly swept him off his feet. He thought he would melt as his feverish lover's even hotter than usual seed filled him in sweet, seething pulses, leaving him barely on his feet, and all too pleased to comply when Aizen dragged him down into the shallow water to finish their lovemaking with a storm of hard, biting kisses. They rested then in the warm shallows of the bathing pool, with a weary Byakuya, still panting softly where he curled around Aizen's body and laid his head on his lover's shoulder.
"I owe you an apology," Aizen whispered, licking his ear, then nibbling gently at his pale throat, "I was less than gentlemanly, interrupting your story like that and ignoring your admonition to wait until after my fever broke to make love to you. I was terribly rude."
"You were," Byakuya whispered back, letting his body relax completely and starting to drift off, "but I suppose I can continue the story, once we have rested a bit."
"Rested," Aizen said slyly, "and had another tumble, ne Byakuya?"
"You are impossible!"
"I love you."
"You are forgiven."