Here is chapter six my dear friends! I apologise for how long it's taken for me to write it but I've been writing scraps here and there whenever I could!
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WARNINGS: Scenes of a sexual nature, and of course… YAOI!
On with it!
Chapter Six: You should NOT have done that:
Ichigo woke with a long strangled groan of pain. He lifted his head slightly and looked around slowly, feeling ripples of pain in his ribs, back, groin and face. He blew out a short breath as he recognised himself to be in Aizen's front room and swallowed slightly.
"Ah. Kurosaki Ichigo you're awake at last… Was your 'sleep' alright?" Aizen asked as he walked towards him slowly.
Ichigo looked up as he felt tight binds around his wrists and faltered as he saw he was tied to the ceiling. He swallowed again and kicked his feet slightly as he dangled, trying to get his bearings, "W… what… No! Nnoitra… Where…" he stammered in confusion.
"Ah yes… Nnoitra… Don't worry he has been punished for his actions. He should not have beaten you like so. But I have had you checked over and there will be no last damage so long as you don't try to escape again." He smiled slyly, "Kurosaki… How did you escape your room?"
"I… The door was left on the catch when… Grimmjow came in…" he murmured.
"When… Grimmjow 'came in'?" he repeated with a small frown, "What do you mean?"
Ichigo faltered and swallowed heavily, "He… Came to see me… Before…"
Aizen's eyes flashed with a sudden understanding, "What did he do?" he half growled.
"He… It was…" he wavered at the expression on his face and gulped and hesitated again.
"TELL ME!" Aizen roared suddenly, his reiatsu washing over Ichigo and making him flinch.
"He had sex with me!" he blurted out, mainly out of fear of the man's sudden change.
There was an immediate silence in the room. Aizen stared at the strung up orange haired shinigami with his lips parted very slightly. Ichigo stared back at the brown haired shinigami traitor with wide eyes and a fearful expression.
The chains clunked and Ichigo dropped from the ceiling… And into Aizen's waiting arms. His wrists were unbound, though the reiatsu suppressing bracelets remained in place; Ichigo looked up at Aizen as he was pulled close to his body and felt them flash-step.
In a heartbeat Ichigo was sat sideways on Aizen's lap with the latter's arms still securely around him, it was… A comforting gesture, yet one which made him even more worried than he had been beforehand.
"A… Aizen… What are-?" he broke off as a hand brushed his cheek and lifted his chin. He found himself looking up into Aizen's eyes and swallowed, blushing softly at the unexpected movement. Aizen leaned in closer until they were nose to nose; he looked down at the berry head.
"Did you… Want to have sex with Grimmjow?" he asked almost silently.
Ichigo opened and closed his mouth several times before he sucked in a sighed, "No… I didn't… But he wasn't going to… Take no for an answer…" he murmured quietly.
Aizen sucked in a sharp breath and closed his eyes, Ichigo wondered if he was trying to control him temper when his eyes flicked open again, "I… Apologise." He murmured, "He should certainly not have forced himself upon you. He will be dealt with severely. Are you alright?" he asked.
Ichigo stared at him, deciding it was some sort of trick and he was just trying to convince him that he was interested, "I… I'm fine…"
"If you're sure…" he murmured and smiled weakly, closing the distance between them and pressing his lips to Ichigo's.
Ichigo's eyes widened again in surprise but he relaxed, and gave in; parting his lips and letting his tongue into his mouth. He shivered as he felt Aizen's tongue brushing against his and flicked his own back against his. He whined softly and panted slightly as Aizen pulled back after a few short moments. He looked up at him, inwardly ashamed of how this man made his body react and how he made him feel.
"Now… I believe I promised to punish Grimmjow for his indiscretion and criminal actions towards you… I would rather you not see it so if it is all the same… I shall have Ulquiorra escort you back to your room." He smiled, "And Kurosaki Ichigo… Should you feel the need to try to escape again… Try not to get caught after only five minutes."
Ichigo's eyes widened. He was mocking him. He was mocking him. Who the hell did he think he was? It was hardly his fault Nnoitra had decided to come out to play! He hadn't asked to be kidnapped! He certainly wasn't grateful for it! Damn this man! Who did he think he was to mock him!
Ichigo opened his mouth to snap an angry retort but was cut off by the door flying open. His head snapped around at the same time as Aizen's and they both looked at the intruder, Aizen murderous for the interruption and Ichigo murderous for having his thought train cut off so abruptly.
"Aizen-sama! Aizen-sama!" the low level Arrancar, who in Ichigo's eyes resembled a giant beach ball with purple hair and yellow eyes, ran forwards and dropped onto one knee before the pair (and threatened to roll across the floor due to his shape), "My deepest apologies for interrupting you Aizen-sama!"
Aizen growled under his breath and lifted Ichigo up, setting him down in the seat, which actually appeared to dwarf Ichigo, "It is fine… Lumina… Did Szayel send you?"
"Yes Aizen-sama!" he replied in a squeak, "Szayel-sama… He spotted the intruders on the cameras! They are fighting with the some hollows about a mile from the palace walls!"
Ichigo's eyes widened suddenly as he caught onto the conversation. Intruders! Intruders in Las Noches… That could only mean… They were coming to rescue him! His friends… His Zanpakto… His hollow… They were coming for him! They hadn't abandoned him!
Aizen's eyes narrowed and his head snapped around to look at Ichigo. He faltered inwardly as he saw a sudden glimmer of hope in the younger man's distant eyes and growled, his reiatsu raising suddenly and crushing Szayel's fraccion into the ground and caused Ichigo to sink in the chair slightly.
"Summon a meeting of the Espada." He ordered, his voice strangely calm given his madly fluctuating reiatsu, "Tell Ulquiorra to bring Nnoitra as well." He added as an afterthought.
"Y… yes… Aizen-…sama…"
"And tell Szayel… The next time he sends someone barging into my room without warning he'll have his precious laboratory shut down." He growled.
"Yes… Aizen-sama…" the round blob of fraccion turned and bounded out as quickly as he could.
Aizen shut the door behind the low level Arrancar and forced his anger down, it would do no good to frighten his captive before due time. He turned and walked back over to Ichigo, "You look pleased at that news…"
Ichigo's eyes snapped up to Aizen's, unsure what to say, "Worried… I don't want my friends to get hurt because of me."
Aizen was no longer listening. He wasn't interested. He walked over to the intercom and summoned Ulquiorra.
In a few moments there was a knock and the fourth Espada entered the room, "Aizen-sama… You called for me?"
"Yes. Take our guest back to his room. Leave a guard of two Arrancar on the door and then join your brothers in the meeting room."
"Yes, Aizen-sama." He replied.
Ulquiorra picked up Ichigo despite his protests. He kicked and thrashed and gripped the doorframe as they passed it, "WAIT!" he yelled and looked at Aizen, "What are you going to do to them?"
Aizen looked around him slowly and smiled a little darkly, "Let things run their course, and see how it turns out."
His eyes widened, "What? What do you mean? Aizen!"
His hands were prised from the door frame and he was carried away without having another answer given to him.
Aizen summoned Gin and Tousen before he pulled on his jacket and headed down to the meeting room. He threw open the doors and walked down the marble steps, his eyes and expression revealing nothing about his state of mind.
He looked across the table, his ten Espada sitting with cups of tea in front of them. He threw a glare at Nnoitra before his eyes fell on Grimmjow's smirking face. He felt a growl rise in his throat but he pushed it back down, "Good evening, my dear Espada." He reached the bottom of the stairs and walked towards the table, "We are under attack." He added calmly as he took his seat and picked up his tea.
He took a deep sip in order to collect his thoughts and calm himself, he set the cup back down on the saucer and glanced to his left, "Kaname… Turn on the projector."
"Yes." The dreadlock sporting former captain replied and pulled the lever beside him towards him and then pushed it down.
As he did this, a hole opened up in the centre of the table and a bright blue light shot up from it. It focused on a group of eight people fighting a large group of simple hollows and Menos Grande.
"There are our intruders: Kuchiki Byakuya, Abarai Renji, Kuchiki Rukia, Ishida Uryuu, Inoue Orihime, Shirosaki Hichigo and Tensa Zangetsu." He told them calmly, taking another deep sip from his tea as he allowed his Espada to take in the information.
"They're… The enemies?" Aaroniero asked after a moment with his dual-toned voice.
"When you said we were under attack, I wondered who the enemy was…" Barragan added.
"My my… They look like a bunch of dead weights." Szayel smirked, "How dull…"
Aizen put his cup down slowly, "You are forbidden to underestimate them." He told them coolly, "Four of them were once labelled Ryoka; broke into Soul Society and fought at the same level as the Captain Classes of the 13 Protection Squads."
"Four of them? But there are only three humans there. Where is the fourth?" Zommari Leroux, Espada number seven asked.
Aizen simply smirked.
"It was Kurosaki Ichigo." Ulquiorra told him.
"Ehh… So they came to rescue their friend huh?"Nnoitra chuckled before receiving a sharp look from Aizen.
"Not just that." The Lord of Las Noches murmured, causing a silence to fall instantly, "Tensa Zangetsu and Shirosaki Hichigo… Are parts of Kurosaki. Zangetsu is his Zanpakto, Shirosaki is his inner hollow. The very same pair that Szayel separated from him on the mission to go and get him from the World of the Living."
"Why not let 'em come and get 'im back?" Nnoitra scoffed, despite Aizen's glare, "They all look as weak as hell…"
Harribel looked around at the fifth Espada, "Have you not been listening? Aizen-sama told us not to underestimate them."
He rolled his eyes inwardly, "I didn't mean it like that. You afraid?" he smirked.
"What did you say?" she asked coolly, but her eyes flashed.
Nnoitra was about to retort but was cut off by Aizen getting to his feet, "Enough." He murmured sternly, "I have made a decision. We will leave them to their own devises for a time. Don't be insolent or impatient. We will wait for them to come to us." He smiled supportively, "You may leave now. Except Grimmjow… I have something I would like to discuss with you alone."
The room cleared out, leaving only Aizen and the sixth Espada.
Aizen walked around the table to where the blue haired hollow was sat, he pulled his chair out and spun it to face him; as he towered over his subordinate and hitched a knee between his legs and pressed it against him, "I believe you paid our dear guest a visit earlier today Grimmjow."
Grimmjow gasped at the abruptness of his Lord's actions and groaned as he felt his knee pressing between his legs, "Yeah… What of it?" he forced his voice to remain calm.
"Hmm… What happened? Why did you go and see him?" he asked, pressing his hands either side of his head on the chair.
"I fucked his brains out." He replied with a grin.
Aizen's eyes narrowed and he instantly pulled back, "So he was telling the truth." He murmured, looking around at Grimmjow slowly, "I do not recall giving you permission to go anywhere near Kurosaki Ichigo."
"I don't see why I need your permission Aizen-sama." He spat and stood up, "It's not like you own the guy."
Aizen struck him suddenly and pushed him backwards on the table, "Wrong Grimmjow Jeagerjaques." Aizen growled quietly, "He is mine now."
Grimmjow faltered at his words and swallowed, if Aizen had indeed claimed Ichigo Kurosaki as his own then he would be lucky to escape death for his actions earlier on the same day. To trespass on Aizen Sousuke's possessions… Was the worst crime you could commit.
"Well… Grimmjow. I don't hear a response?" Aizen half purred.
"I… Didn't know." He ground out as his lord's reiatsu pressed down on his chest.
"And?"
"I… Apologise… Aizen…-sama…" he panted.
"And how are you going to repay your sin?" he smirked widely down at the Espada.
"H…however… Aizen-sama wishes me to…" he said reluctantly, expecting an ass pounding.
"Good." He smirked, narrowing his eyes slightly, "Get on your knees Grimmjow Jeagerjaques." He added as he stepped back to take his seat again, turning it away from the table.
Grimmjow hesitated as he stood up from the table, glancing towards the door yearningly. He was rewarded by a much larger portion of Aizen's reiatsu piling upon him and sending him to his knees with more force than necessary; leaving a small dent in the tiles.
Aizen sat back in his chair and looked at Grimmjow expectantly. The blue haired male sighed inwardly and shuffled over to him, keeping his head down as he lifted his hands onto his lord's knees and pushing them open a little further; he swallowed and slid a hand up his thigh and pressed firmly against the front of his hakama, rubbing his palm against him and not stopping until he felt him stir inside the fabric. He kept his eyes firmly on the brunette's groin as he watched the material tent as he hardened.
Aizen bit his tongue and smirked as he watched him work, groaning from his throat as he hardened steadily and arched against his hand eagerly, he rested his head back and closed his eyes as he felt his palm grinding against him repeatedly.
Grimmjow glanced up as he heard him moan and watched his head rest back and sighed inwardly, slowly pulling his hand away and deftly untying the small knot in his hakama. He peeled the white material away and tugged his underwear down as well, letting his hardened member free. He hesitated but wrapped his hand around him and began pumping him at a steady pace.
As a hand wrapped around him Aizen let out a sigh, moaning and bucking up into the firm grip of his sixth Espada's slightly calloused hand. He groaned heatedly and bucked repeatedly, reaching down in a flash and lacing his fingers through his blue locks, "Do it." He growled, his eyes meeting his momentarily before closing again.
The Espada was yanked forwards by the hand in his hair and wrinkled his nose slightly at being pushed around so easily by this man. He sighed once more before kneeling up and leaning down over him properly, running his tongue over the head of his member. After repeating the action several times Grimmjow's tongue ran strong, confidant licks up the underside of the organ, smirking inwardly that he at least knew how to pleasure his lord, unlike that young, inexperienced berry.
Aizen groaned from deep in his chest and bucked slightly as he felt the other's mouth close around him completely. His breath hitched momentarily as he felt a long; loud moan ripple around him and he bucked up into his throat, making him gag. He smirked darkly, eyes still closed as he soaked in the intense pleasure.
Grimmjow hated being made to gag, yet it seemed to be something Aizen loved. Aside from being forced to bottom whenever in close intimate contact with this man, being made to gag was the thing he hated most about intercourse with him. He couldn't see ANYONE ever making Aizen bottom. Although… He had dreamed of being the one several times.
He was brought back from his thoughts by being made to gag again; he tried to pull away but the hand on the back of his head prevented him from doing so. He inhaled deeply through his nose and managed to gain control of his reflex, settling for moaning strongly around Aizen's member. He dragged his teeth against his flesh and swirled his tongue around the head of his hardness eagerly.
Aizen drew in a sharp breath and moaned out freely, bucking into his throat and holding him down a final time as he released into his mouth. He released Grimmjow from his grip and took a moment to recover before pulling up his underwear and hakama, retying the latter and standing up, "I'll forgive your insolence this time Grimmjow Jeagerjaques." He smirked and with a crack, flash-stepped back to his own room.
Grimmjow had gagged as Aizen released into his mouth and was left with little choice but to swallow the liquid. He fell back on the tiles and panted heavily, wiping his mouth in mild disgust. He growled and watched Aizen leave; balling his fists. He got to his feet and brushed himself down, turning sharply and stalking out of the meeting room.
"Getting yourself in trouble again… Grimmjow?" Szayel purred from just outside the doors, flicking some strands of pink hair over his shoulder, "If you need to let out your frustrations… My bed's empty right now…" he smirked and flitted away.
Grimmjow blinked at the scientist's forwardness and couldn't help the slightly wild smirk reappearing on his face at the thought, "Hmm… Guess he must be bored…" he murmured to himself and sonido-ed after him.
Meanwhile, Ichigo laid back on the sofa in his room and stared up at the ceiling, contemplating the mass interest most of the dominant (and slightly crazy) males in Las Noches seemed to be fixated on him.
On the way back from Aizen's room, Ulquiorra's efforts to return him to where he belonged had been thwarted first by Aaroniero, then Nnoitra's fraccion Tesla and finally the first Espada Stark. Though to be honest, Stark had merely been asleep and sprawled out across the corridor. But when he'd woken up he had gawped at Ichigo as if he was the most stunning thing he'd ever seen.
Ichigo was ashamed to admit he had found Stark fairly attractive as well.
He sighed heavily and looked towards the window. He couldn't shake his fear that his friends were going to get badly hurt by Aizen or his Espada…
"FUCK!" he roared and got to his feet, punching the wall with enough force to leave a crack, "Fuckfuckfuck!" He chanted and felt his hands shaking slightly as his eyes welled up.
He slid down the wall and pulled his knees up into his chest. He dropped his head onto his arms and let out a sob. He hiccupped and rubbed his forehead and closed his eyes, blowing out a long breath before his eyes snapped open as he sensed a familiar reiatsu coursing through him.
"T… Tensa…" he breathed and got to his feet suddenly, he ran over to the window, he hoisted himself up and looked outside towards the sands, he panted gently and looked about as far as he could in every direction before he stepped back down and turned away from the window.
He clenched his jaw and took a deep breath, closing his eyes. He balled his fists and relaxed himself, slowly allowing himself to sink back, sink and relax, sink and relax…
He could hear the wind bashing gently against the buildings.
He could feel the hard, yet not uncomfortable, floor beneath him.
As his eyes opened he found himself looking up at the clouds.
He smiled at the familiarity.
His inner world. He'd thought it lost. But he was here. All that was missing was Zangetsu and Shiro.
Ichigo smiled and stood up, looking around; his eyes narrowed on the pole which was sticking out of the ground, it registered in an instance that it was the same pole which his dear Zanpakto usually stood upon when they met here.
He walked towards the pole and gasped as he realised it was no such thing… it was the hilt o his sword… it WAS Zangetsu!
Without hesitation he gripped the hand and began to pull. After a moment or two the large lade came free and he was holding his old faithful firmly once again.
He jumped and looked around, finding himself back in the Las Noches room without his Zanpakto in his hand. He only faltered for a moment before he looked down at his hands.
His eyes flew wide as he saw ripples of black and red reiatsu seeping out from under the reiatsu suppressing bracelets. He felt a smile etch its way onto his face as he finally had his reiatsu back, it wasn't all of it. It was NO where near all of it… But the fact he had even some of it gave him all the will power and resolve he needed.
"Tensa… Shiro…" he whispered to himself, "I won't hold back."
A/N: And there it is! Chapter Six is done! Chapter Seven may take a few days to write as I am back to college this week, so it will be a tighter schedule, but… I promise to make it worthwhile!
ALSO – If you wish to have any particular pairing featured in future chapters, please tell me in your review and I will make it come true! (Obviously I can only work with the characters so SORRY if any of you dream of running off with your favourite dribble worthy characters). Till next time!