Author's Note: Hey there!! Sorry it took me so long ta update! I was havin'...slight problems, with this chapter. Jus' with how ta put all the pieces tagether, in order ta eventually git where I want ta end up. But, it's all good! So...i really hope ya all enjoy this new installment! This is my favorite chapter, so far. I'm sorry ta say, but there'll only be one more chapter after this. Maybe two, if yer lucky.

Before i forget...I'd like ta thank my personal Nnoitra-sama, once again, fer always keepin' me on track, an' being such a spectacular friend. Yer Szayel-chan loves ya!! -mwaah!!-

Disclaimer: Do i own Bleach? No, i dun own Bleach. Why would ya think i own Bleach?

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Traitor – Chapter 2

Ichimaru sat cross-legged on his bed, staring absently at the wall. The paperwork he'd been assigned to complete lay forgotten on the large oak desk set up against the opposite wall. Gin's face was white, as was everything else in the room. The only color present was the warm blood flowing out of his open wrist; spotting the sheets, and staining the knife in his hand.

He'd received word about an hour ago, that the Ryouka had infiltrated Hueco Mundo, and were making their way towards Las Noches. There were sure to be more Shinigami on the way, as well. There was no more time.

The war had begun.

Gin fell back into the pillows, and held his numb wrist above his head, letting the blood drip onto his face. He couldn't do it. He couldn't kill Aizen Sousuke – not the man he'd come to love so much. So, he would kill himself, instead. It would be better than living with the shame of knowing he had failed at what was quite possibly the most important mission ever given to any Shinigami. He couldn't stand the knowledge that, because of his mistake, all his friends might very well die! He wished that he'd never been given this assignment – then he wouldn't have fallen in love in the first place, and he wouldn't be responsible. He just wished he could have seen Sousuke one last time, before he went…

As his consciousness began to fade, Gin thought he saw the silhouette of a man in his doorway, moving swiftly towards him. Before his foggy mind could begin to register this, however, his eyes drifted shut, and all went black.

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Bright.

White.

Everywhere.

Gin forced his eyes to open against the blinding light, and took a moment to let the crimson orbs adjust. Slowly, the room came into focus, and he looked around, taking in his surroundings. He was in the infirmary.

"Ah, good. You're awake."

Gin flicked his eyes to the corner of the room, and glared at the pink-haired scientist who had spoken. "Szayel Aporro…why am I still alive?"

"Tousen-sama brought you to me," Szayel sighed, and sat himself down in the chair beside the bed. "He felt the sudden drop in your reiatsu, and went to see what had happened. Then he brought us both here, and ordered me to fix you up. So, I did."

"…ya shoulda let me die," Gin grumbled, turning his gaze to the wall.

"You shouldn't have tried to kill yourself," retorted the bespectacled young man. "Why did you do it?

"I dunno…jus' felt like it?"

"Please don't lie to me, Ichimaru-sama. I can tell there's something wrong; you're not smiling."

"I…" Gin closed his eyes, and sighed. The man was right. And there was no point in putting the mask back up now. "I jus'…I'm afraid."

Szayel nodded, waiting for him to continue.

"I'm afraid…ta lose him. I dun…I dun want him ta die!" For the first time, Gin opened his eyes fully, and looked at the Octava Espada. His crimson orbs were filled with pain and confusion.

"You love him…Aizen-sama," Szayel whispered, his voice soft and understanding. "I too…love someone. I love him dearly, but I don't know really how he feels about me…just that he likes me enough to fuck me every chance he gets. For all I know, he could feel absolutely nothing for me; I might just be a source of free sex, to him. So…I know how you feel, Ichimaru-sama."

Gin stared at the pink-haired Espada in amazement. So, even Arrancar could feel love? This sure was news to him. And he had to admit; he found it slightly hard to believe. But at the same time, this new knowledge comforted him, in a way. At least now, he knew he wasn't alone in his pain. There was someone else here, who was hurting in the same way. Well…almost the same way. Surely, Aporro wasn't guilted with the knowledge that he would have to kill his lover. But still….it was a relief. Now, even if he couldn't die, Gin would at least have someone to talk to, should he need it.

"…Who is it?" he finally asked, having snapped out of his solitude of thought.

Szayel looked at him, apprehension flashing in his eyes. He'd never trusted Gin. But then again, he had just saved the man's life… Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to tell him this one small detail.

"Nnoitra-sama…it's Nnoitra-sama."

Gin nodded. It made sense. Those two had always seemed close. Back in the days when Nnoitra was the Octava Espada, and Szayel was merely his Fraccion – no wait… 'merely' might be incorrect. Perhaps they'd been lovers then, as well. Whatever the case, Szayel had always been unquestionably loyal to Nnoitra, though not quite to the extent of Nnoitra's dog Tesla. Szayel actually had quite the mouth on him, and a frightening tendency to argue at every given chance. Hmm…maybe that's where all those bruises he frequently sported came from. Nnoitra had never tolerated disobedience very well. Gin couldn't help but snicker at this thought.

"You…find that funny!?" Szayel scoffed, obviously offended.

"No, no….forgive me," Gin amended quickly. "I wasn't laughin' at ya…jus' a memory tha; came ta mind."

"I…see."

Both men continued to stare at one another, the awkward tension in the room growing by the second. Neither could think of what to say next, and seeing as both relied heavily upon conversation to keep them sane, they seemed to find themselves in quite the predicament. After a few minutes, Szayel coughed quietly, and Gin turned away, to once again stare at the wall.

"…Szayel…?"

"Hmm…yes?" The scientist looked up, to find the ex-Shinigami's eyes on him once more. "What is it, Ichimaru-sama?"

"Does…does Aizen-sama know…'bout what I did…?" Though his lips were turned up in his trademark, carefree smile, Gin's eyes were wide, and fearful. Szayel sighed.

"Yes. I'm sorry, but Tousen-sama has informed him."

"Shit..." Gin shook his head, and ran a hand through his silver hair. "I'm in fer a world of shit."

"But…you love him, right? So, even if he's cruel, you don't really mind, so long as he's with you?"

"Yeah… Is tha' how it is with ya? I mean, how ya feel 'bout Nnoitra?"

"Mmhm," Szayel admitted, nodding once. "So…if you don't mind, then why are you so worried?"

"Well…I guess I jus' dun want him ta be angry at me. B'sides, he's gonna make me tell him why I did it. An'…I dun wanna do tha'. I really dun."

"Well…why did you do it?" Szayel asked once again, still confused.

"I…" Gin looked down, unsure of how much he could reveal. "How…loyal are ya, ta Aizen-sama?"

Szayel blinked, taken aback by the unexpected question. "I…follow his orders, but…I feel no obligations toward him, if that is what you mean…"

"Well, I am loyal ta him. Far more loyal than I should be. It didn't start out like tha', though…"

The Octava Espada's eyes widened, as his advanced mind put the pieces together. "You're a spy." Gin nodded once, confirming the deduction. "But you fell in love with him, and now you feel more loyalty to him, than to the ones who initially sent you here. Is that right?"

"…yes."

"And you…were supposed to kill him. Am I correct?"

"…yes."

"But now you've fallen in love with him, despite knowing what you had to do. So…you tried to kill yourself, to make up for it?"

"Yes!" Tears were starting to form in Gin's eyes; something that no one had seen, not since his days as a street-urchin in Rukongai. "I'm s'posed ta kill him, once the war starts! An' it's started! But I can't…I can't do it..!! He's too important ta me! An' it ain't fair, b'cuz if I dun kill him, I'll be betrayin' my friends!! An' everyone might die, B'cuz o' me!! Because I can't follow my mission through!"

Szayel stared at the older man, dumbstruck. He…had not expected Ichimaru to actually tell him anything. Especially not something of that caliber. This…was a lot of information to take in. Gin's shoulders were shaking by now, and he was fighting to overcome the sobs that wanted so desperately to escape his mouth. Szayel opened his mouth, but closed it again, finding that he had no words in mind to speak. Instead, he reached forward, and placed a gentle hand on the man's arm.

"…I won't tell anyone," the scientist finally managed to say. "Everything you just told me, will stay between us. You have my word. I believe that you are sincere in your feelings, so…I see no reason to betray the trust you have placed in me."

At last, Gin managed to pull himself together, and a smile formed itself on his lips. But this smile was not part of any mask. It was real, and filled with gratitude. "Thanks, Szayel. I'm sorry I broke down on ya like this. I must look like a complete idiot…"

"No, you really don't," Aporro assured him. "Any behavior can be excused, in the name of love. Your actions are completely understandable. For me, at least. I…cry at least a few times a week, myself. It really does make you feel better afterwards. Am I not wrong?" He smiled.

"Nah, yer right," Gin laughed, patting the younger man on the back. Just then, the door opened, and Aizen himself entered the clinic, stopping to stand over Gin, a deceivingly gentle smile upon his lips. Gin's face fell, and he looked down quickly, his hands tucked into his lap.

"Szayel…could you leave us? I would like to talk to Gin in private."

"Yes, Aizen-sama," Szayel replied softly, nodding once to Gin, and exiting the room. Once the door had closed, Aizen sat down on the bed next to his subordinate. The silver-haired male jumped slightly, when Aizen grabbed his chin, and forced him to look at him.

"What were you thinking?" he asked, his tone bordering on anger, though having the pretense of being mere concern.

"I…" Gin gulped, and decided to try again. "I wasn't thinkin', my lord…"

Aizen frowned. "I find that very hard to believe, coming from a man whom is always lost in thought. 'You weren't thinking'? Do not lie to me, Gin. It will only bring you more trouble."

Gin sighed. He knew lying would get him nowhere. Lowering his gaze to the floor, he whispered "I did it b'cuz I'm scared…"

"Hmph. So you're a coward, then?" Aizen tightened his grip on the younger man's chin, and pulled him forward so they were practically nose-to-nose. "You're afraid of being killed by your old friends, so you decide to take the easy way out? You know better than most, what I think of cowards…"

"N-no! I ain't scared fer me, Sousuke-kun!!" Gin defended desperately, using Aizen's given name, in hopes of getting through to him.

"Then…what are you afraid of, Gin-chan?" the brunette asked, his voice low and sultry. And instantly, Gin knew what was coming. But still, he couldn't tell him. He just couldn't! "I'm waiting."

Gin whimpered softly, and averted his eyes as best he could.

"Hmm…can't tell me?" Aizen frowned, and lifted Gin into his arms, standing, and walking out of the room. Briskly, he made his way to his private chambers. "Well, it is you that will suffer for your disobedience."

Gin cringed at the cold tone of the older man's voice. He was afraid. For the first time since their first night in Hueco Mundo, Gin was dreading this primal interaction with his lord. He had never seen Aizen so angry in his life. Though while the brunette didn't appear outwardly upset, Gin could feel the deadly surge in the man's reiatsu.

The instant they entered the room, Aizen threw Gin carelessly down on the bed, and all but ripped his uniform from his lithe body. He reached into the drawer of the nightstand, and pulled out a length of wire. Flipping Gin onto his stomach roughly, he forced the smaller man's arms behind his back, and began to wind the wire tightly around his wrists, uncaring that the metal was digging harshly into the tender flesh. Gin grit his teeth against the pain, unwilling to make a sound. He knew if he complained in the slightest, his lover would only make things harder on him. However, the man did love hearing him scream, but there would be plenty of that soon enough.

After tying the wire to secure it in place, Aizen made quick work of his own robes, letting them drop unceremoniously to the floor. Lifting Gin's hips up into the air, he spread the younger man's legs wide, and positioned himself in front of his entrance.

"I will not be gentle. I will not prepare you. This will be more painful than anything you have experienced before," Aizen whispered harshly, before plunging in, and taking him dry. Gin screamed in agony, feeling himself tear over and over again, as the man he hated to love pulled out fully, only to ram himself back inside with formidable force. Soon - but not soon enough - Gin could feel his own blood lubricating his tight passage, which made things a little easier, but not much.

Aizen tightened his grip on the younger man's hips, digging his nails into the soft skin as he held Gin in place. The whole bed was shaking by the sheer power in his thrusts, and poor Gin could do nothing but take it. This was, by far, the most violent sex they'd ever had, and the pain really was like nothing he'd ever felt - just as Aizen had said it would be. Gripping the young man by his silver hair, Aizen pulled Gin up into a sitting position, and holding him against his chest - his arms trapped awkwardly between them- as he continued pounding into the fragile body without a sliver of mercy.

Gin had to suppress a moan, as Sousuke bit down harshly into his shoulder, teeth tearing ruthlessly into the pale flesh. Instantly, blood welled to the surface of the abrasion, and began to flow freely down his back. Ichimaru whimpered softly, as Aizen began licking and sucking at the wound, lapping up the warm red liquid, as if it was the sweetest candy.

By this time, his wrists had started to bleed, having been worn raw from the unforgiving wire. This was the fist time Aizen had bound him, so Gin couldn't help but struggle against his restraints. This, of course, only succeeded in worsening his injuries.

Suddenly, a burst of white took over his vision, and Gin couldn't help but cry out loudly in pleasure, as Aizen found his prostate. The brunette smirked, and continued to angle his thrusts so as to keep hitting that spot, making his little lover pant and moan like a whore. Despite what Aizen had said; Gin was enjoying this. Though he'd never admit it, he loved being treated roughly. The feeling of being completely dominated by the older man turned him on like nothing else ever had. He cherished the pain…the pain reminded him that it was real, and it wasn't all just a fucked up dream that he would eventually wake up from.

The pressure was building in the pit of his stomach, and Gin wasn't sure how much longer he could last. Aizen had continued his ministrations on his shoulder and neck, and the sensations were driving Gin mad. It was when the brunette reached around him, and began pumping his cock out of time with his thrusts, that Gin was sent over the edge. The silver-haired male cried out in ecstasy, as his essence spurted out of his body, further staining the blood-soaked sheets. He collapsed back against his lover, chest heaving violently, and gasping desperately; struggling to bring air back into his lungs. Aizen thrusts a few more times, before gasping Gin's name, and filling him with his seed; his hold on the younger man tightening significantly. He pulled out, and removed the bloodied wire from his lover's wrists, before laying down, and pulling Gin tightly against him. Gin sighed, and hid his face in the brunette's neck, unwilling to meet his eyes.

He remembered back to their first time. Aizen had been so gentle, so loving, but all Gin could think was "I hate this man."

Now, as Aizen had viciously taken him dry for his disobedience, the only comprehensible thought in his head was "I love this man."

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Author's Note: So!! What did ya think? I bet ya weren't expecting tha', were ya? -laughs evilly- Well, hopefully ya weren't expecting it.... Ah, well...i hope i surprised at least some of ya. Please read-and-review, an' lemme know what ya think! Love ya all!!!!

-hugs an' kisses-