Here it is! Chapter Ten! I am reaaaaaallly glad to say my writer's block has gone and as such… We have our longest chapter yet! I hope you all enjoy it, and thank you to everyone who has continued to support me even though the last chapter was not as good as its predecessors. I hope this chapter fulfils your hopes and I'd love to hear your thoughts as always ^_^
WARNINGS: Lots of Yaoi!
Chapter Ten: The Broken King:
They watched with wide eyes as Chad, Inoue and Rukia were carried away below them.
They glanced at each other, "Let's follow them." They said at the same time and began silently crawling through the vents, following Grimmjow's reiatsu hastily.
They found their way and finally peered through another vent opening as Grimmjow's reiatsu stopped moving.
"Holy shit!" Shiro exclaimed quietly as they saw that below them, in a humongous room Kuchiki Byakuya, Abarai Renji, Ishida Uryuu, Chad Yasutora, Inoue Orihime and Kuchiki Rukia were knelt before Aizen Sousuke and another chair which was facing away from everyone, their hands were bound behind their backs and they were all weaponless. With the Ten Espada stood just behind them.
"My dear Espada… You've done very well." Aizen smirked and looked down at the captured trespassers, "Very well indeed."
Byakuya gritted his teeth, glaring up defiantly at man, "Aizen." He called out in a cold tone, "What is the meaning of this disgrace?"
Aizen looked down at him and merely smirked, "What on Earth do you mean my Dear Byakuya?"
"I mean what is the meaning of this?" he repeated, tugging at the handcuffs around his wrists.
"Oh… That." He smirked wider but didn't answer.
"Aizen! Why were we spared?" he said with more force, his eyes glinting.
Aizen sighed, "Because I don't intend to kill you yet." He said as though it was obvious.
"What is that supposed to mean? Aizen!"
Instead of answering, he sat back in his chair and considering his thoughts for a moment before he rested a hand on the arm of the chair beside him and he slowly turned it around to face them.
Everyone gasped, including Shiro and Tensa who were still looking from the vent above the room.
In the chair was a mop of long orange hair, chestnut eyes, lightly tanned skin and lean muscles.
"Ichigo…" Tensa breathed as he looked down at his and Shirosaki's master.
"King…" Shiro murmured at the same time as the black haired Zanpakto spirit.
Ichigo was staring with glassy eyes at the same spot, he looked almost hypnotised or just plainly not there; he still had the reiatsu suppressant bands on his wrists and a black collar around his neck. He was dressed in the traditional Las Noches white, the top layer was a knee length coat which was zipped up to his clavicle; with the collar turned up around his throat and the sleeves were tight to his skin but flared around the wrist. The only other articles of clothing that could be seen were a white hakama, sandals and black socks.
Ichigo's friends stared at him, waiting for him to stir and realise that they were there. But he didn't. He just didn't appear to see anything. Or anyone. It was heartbreaking to see the strongest willed person in the world so broken and lost, and practically drove Inoue to tears.
Up in the vents Tensa and Shiro both slumped, staring at their missing third, Tensa could feel the albino beside him shaking with anger, he watched his pure white hands balling into fists and relaxing again, before balling once more.
Tensa rested a hand on his shoulder comfortingly before pulling him closer and hugging him tightly. He rocked him gently as they continued watching and listening to what was happening down below in the room.
"Ichigo is quite well… and he will be well looked after here. There is no need for your further involvement." He said smugly, looking at the orange haired male for a moment before looking back at Byakuya and the other members of the group of prisoners.
Tensa transformed into a Zanpakto suddenly, "Go get our Ichigo, Shiro." H told him, his voice echoing like it was being call down a tunnel.
Shirosaki nodded and kicked the vent open suddenly, he swung out of the hole and shot towards Aizen, "BANKAI!" he roared, "GETSUGA TENSHOU!"
As he cleaved the white and red light towards Aizen with a yell, but before it could even get close to him Ulquiorra appeared and lifted a hand. He held the light in place, but his feet began slipping and he was forced to use his other hand as well before he finally rammed against the light and sent it cascading back towards Shirosaki.
Shiro sliced through the counter attack and shot forwards again towards Aizen, however, Ulquiorra reappeared and grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, tearing Tensa Zangetsu from his hands and throwing him to the floor.
With a clatter and a grunt Tensa transformed back into his human form and growled, yelping as he was yanked around and forced to kneel, his hands bound behind his back with reiatsu suppressing handcuffs. Only a moment later, Shiro was on his knees beside the Zanpakto soul.
Aizen sat up and merely smirked, "I wondered how long it would take before you dropped in and joined us. I must admit… I was somewhat sooner than I had predicted." He taunted.
"Aizen…" Tensa growled darkly, balling his fists.
Shiro glanced at Tensa before looking towards Ichigo again, he faltered and felt his shoulders slump as their berry head failed to remove his eyes from the same spot they'd been on since they'd first set eyes on him.
"What did you do to him?" Shiro asked suddenly, looking back at Aizen venomously.
"Hmm? I haven't done anything to him." Aizen smirked, "Nothing he didn't want anyway."
"WHAT?" the albino exploded, thrashing against the bonds on his wrists suddenly, "I SWEAR IF YOU'VE TOUCHED A HAIR ON HIS HEAD I'LL RIP YOU APART!"
"Shiro!" Tensa snapped quietly, "Calm down." He told him firmly, "You aren't helping anyone by getting over emotional."
With a glare which soon softened, Shiro fell quiet and looked down at the floor, looking up hopefully at Ichigo.
"Ichi…" Tensa murmured, "Stop being so passive! Snap out of it! Face forwards! We are one! The enemy is-" he hesitated as he counted ten Espada, plus two lackeys (Gin and Tousen) and Aizen, "- One organisation!" he decided, "If you want to protect your friends you have to snap out of it Ichigo!"
There was a moment's silence before Ichigo looked around with wide eyes and focused on his Zanpakto, "T… Tensa…" he breathed.
Aizen growled and stormed forwards, back handing Tensa and sending him to the floor. He looked around in surprise as Ichigo stood up abruptly and clenched his teeth.
"Tensa!" the substitute shinigami exclaimed as he watched him spit a mixture of blood and saliva out, "Aizen leave him alone!" he yelled furiously.
The Lord of Las Noches merely lifted a small remote from his pocket and pressed one of the three buttons; Ichigo growled as two ropes shot out from the collar around his neck and wrapped around his wrists. Ichigo lost his balance and was forced to sit back down.
"Take the lot of them to the cells. I'll decide what to do with them later." Aizen ordered as he looked up, "My dear Espada… As proof of my gratitude there will be a meal tonight. Please where casual clothing… This will be a celebration."
There was a rumble of excited chatter among the Espada as a couple grabbed prisoners and helped take them to the cells as ordered. Aizen had never thrown a dinner before, let alone permitted casual clothing. It was all very strange, and very thrilling.
Once the room had piled out, Ichigo was left looking extremely down heartened and worried. He swallowed as Aizen slowly turned around to face him and flinched as he walked over, looking at the floor. He was surprised however when a soft hand slid along his jaw and slowly cupped his cheek; he looked up at Aizen and saw there was no anger in his eyes, merely amusement and perhaps some smugness.
"Come, Ichigo, let us retire for a while." He told him, releasing his wrists from the binds and taking his hand in one of his own. He pulled Ichigo to his feet and slid an arm around his waist, holding him close as he began walking them back up to his room.
Ichigo, however, was seething on the inside and he wanted nothing more than to slap Aizen away and tell him exactly what he thought of him. On the other hand he didn't really want to end up in a fight with the man, so for now he remained silent on the matter.
They entered Aizen's room after a couple of minutes, Ichigo paced slightly before stopping and looking at Aizen deadly seriously, "We need to talk." He told him bluntly.
"Yes I thought you might believe as such." Aizen replied with a nod as he carried a tray of freshly made tea over to his desk. He set it down and took a seat, pouring two cups and adding the necessary condiments and stirring.
Ichigo turned to face him and balled his fists, taking a breath, "Right. First off… What the HELL is this?" he exclaimed, gripping the collar around his neck and pulling at it awkwardly.
"It is a collar Ichigo." Aizen replied and took a sip of tea.
"I CAN SEE WHAT IT IS!" he yelled, "WHAT'S IT DOING ON MY NECK?"
Aizen chuckled and took another sip, "Ichigo… Last night you gave yourself to me completely. I now own you. It is only fitting a pet wears a collar. This way no one else will go near you. This is how it should be."
Ichigo stared and swallowed, "I'm not a pet." He grumbled.
"Oh no of course not." Aizen hid a smirk, "I was merely using it as a reference.
"Do I really have to keep this on all the time?"
"Yes." Aizen replied without hesitation, giving him a deadly serious look, "If you try to take it off I will be forced to punish you. And it will not be enjoyable. At least not for you."
Ichigo swallowed and lowered his hand from the collar, absorbing the information before going straight back on the offensive, "What are you going to do with my friends?"
"I have not yet decided." Aizen told him honestly, "They are technically trespassers. So I should either hold them indefinitely or deport them right back where they came from."
"You hit Tensa."
"That is not a question." Aizen murmured over the rim of his cup.
"Well he didn't deserve to be hit! You had no right!" he shouted.
"I had every right, this is my home." He replied with a slightly narrowed gaze.
Ichigo shook his head and gritted his teeth, "He is MY Zanpakto!"
"Not at the moment he isn't." he smirked slightly and set his tea down, getting to his feet and walking around the table, leaning back against it elegantly.
Ichigo gritted his teeth and trudged over to him with heavily; angry footsteps, "He will ALWAYS be MY Zanpakto! Just because I can't use him at the moment doesn't mean he isn't mine!"
"If you say so… If I'm honest I can't tell whether you're trying to convince me or yourself." Aizen sneered.
Ichigo lifted a hand to slap him, but Aizen quickly and easily caught his wrist and just yanked him against him. He glared up at him, forcing anger into his expression, yet he was easily overcome when Aizen's lips met his.
Aizen kissed him slowly, his free hand cupping his cheek again; his tongue snuck out and brushed the crease of his pet's lips, and with a satisfying gasp from Ichigo the brunette was able to slide his tongue into the other's waiting mouth. He smoothed his hand around to the back of his head and held him closer as he rubbed his tongue over the smaller man's softly; curling their tongues around each others' and Aizen slowly leaned in and pressed against him.
He smirked inwardly as he received a very aroused moan from his pet and turned him, pressing him against the desk and sliding his hands down his slides slowly; withdrawing his tongue from Ichigo's wet confines and kissing a little rougher down his neck, searching for the spot which would make his orange haired human moan. He found it quickly and felt Ichigo weaken against him as he began sucking and nipping at the same spot.
Ichigo panted gently and arched his back, shuffling slowly and sitting on the desk top, winding his arms around Aizen's neck and pressing against him as he groaned loudly.
Aizen smirked as he felt Ichigo harden and quickly stripped the young man of his clothes, tossing them over his shoulder and around the room carelessly. Soon after Aizen's clothes followed, and before long both men were completely hard and naked, pressing against each other and rubbing their crotches together for the delicious friction it caused.
The berry haired young man laid back on the desk, his cheeks, neck and upper chest flushed red as he lifted his legs up either side of the other's hips. Aizen couldn't hold in the smirk this time and sucked three fingers into his mouth, wetting them quickly; the fingers them rubbed impatiently against his entrance, easing one inside of him and thrusting his hand slowly.
Ichigo threw his head back and gasped for breath, lifting his hips and moaning at the intrusion of a second, and quickly a third digit; he arched his back and moaned louder than before bucking his hips impatiently as Aizen's fingers slammed into his prostate and made him see stars.
With a smirk and a long groan, Aizen sheathed himself all the way inside of his pet, holding his position while he felt Ichigo's muscles relaxing around his throbbing member.
Then, he pulled back almost all the way out of him and slammed forwards hard enough to rattle the desk and tear a scream of pure carnal bliss from Ichigo's lips. The substitute shinigami lifted against his forceful thrusts, moaning and wailing with each one as his nerves were pounded within an inch of their life. His legs snaked around the other's waist and pulled him closer as he pushed a heated kiss on his lips, biting his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood before he thrusted his tongue into his mouth and started bucking randomly as he felt butterflies in his stomach.
Aizen pulled back suddenly, flipping Ichigo onto his front and slamming him hard onto the table before entering him again and starting up a fast pace of slamming into him as deeply as he could reach, pulling out to the head of his member before sheathing again. He knew he wasn't going to last long this time, so he slid a hand around and wrapped it around Ichigo's member, fisting him roughly in time with his godlike thrusting.
Ichigo turned to a huge pile of goo very quickly, squirming and screaming Aizen's name repeatedly as he bucked into his hand and onto his member over and over until he began feeling his stomach knotting. He panted and smacked his hands on the wooden desk as his climax approached, moaning and jerking spasmodically.
The Lord of Las Noches smirked widely and threw his head back, bringing a hand back before swinging it forwards and slapping one of Ichigo's cheeks hard, groaning as he felt the smaller man jolt and moan at the contact.
'Huh… So he's a sado-masochist…' he thought to himself smugly as he repeated the action until the cheeks were bright red and stinging.
He bucked deeper and groaned under his breath, rolling his hips against him before pulling right out and ramming right back into his nerves, making the man beneath him screech his given name as his muscles clamped around him, and he felt the wetness of his release over his hand. Ichigo shrieked and scratched at the desk as he came, spilling over Aizen's hand and before he knew it screaming 'Sousuke' at the top of his lungs.
A few thrusts later and Aizen dipped deeper into Ichigo, releasing hard inside of him and resting down over his back, panting heavily as he recovered. Likewise Ichigo was gasping for breath and wriggling at the faintly familiar sensation of release filling him. He gasped and winced as Aizen pulled back and nearly fell off the desk, being caught by a pair of strong arms.
He looked up at Aizen with heavily blushed cheeks and let himself be stood up properly by the man. Aizen smiled gently as he looked at him and leaned in, kissing him softly before he stepped back and dressed quickly.
Ichigo swallowed at the kiss but limped over to his clothes and started pulling them on.
"I'm afraid I can't ask you to stay this evening Ichigo… I have some important business to take care of elsewhere in Las Noches so you would only be here alone anyway. If you wish I will escort you to your new room, I don't believe you have seen it yet?"
Ichigo looked up at him again and smiled, "Okay… Yes that sounds nice thank you."
Aizen nodded and pulled on his sandals, waiting for Ichigo to be ready before he confidently took his hand and led him from the room, walking down the corridor.
"All of these rooms are empty... I have the entire fifth floor annex to myself, twenty six rooms. I use two of them as libraries, one of them as an office, one is of course my room and another I use for a mini laboratory for use when I'm too lazy to go an invade Szayel's private space." He explained to him as they walked, "And now one of these rooms is yours." He added with a smile.
"This place is even bigger than I imagined." Ichigo smiled shyly.
"Well… Bigger is better. In every way." Aizen smirked as Ichigo's cheeks flushed red, "Here is your room." He said as he pulled him to a stop four doors down from his own room.
He took out a key and unlocked the door, handing Ichigo the key before he pushed open the door and let him go inside ahead of him.
Ichigo was gobsmacked. The room was incredible! Split into a lounge, kitchen, bathroom and bedroom. The lounge was the first room they entered, three of the four walls were blood red and the one remaining wall was cream. There was pale wood flooring down and the furniture was red and cream like the walls. Opposite the door were two sliding glass doors which opened up onto a small veranda.
He curious walked through into the next room, the kitchen. It was large, with an island in the centre. The counters were black marble; cabinets dark pine. The floor was black tiles and the walls were cream.
Marvelling at the stunning aesthetics of the room he quickly scurried, and limped, out and into the next room. It was the bedroom. He felt his breath leave his body. The bed was aligned to be in the centre of the wall opposite the door, the wall which it rested against was turquoise and the three other walls were (yeah you guessed it) cream. Either side of the bed, on the turquoise wall was a photo from Ichigo's home. One was of him and his mother on holiday at the seaside, and the other was of him, his two sisters and old Goat-face.
He walked further into the room, the bed was furnished with millions of white, lime green and cerulean pillows; as well as cream sheets and an azure throw at the bottom of the bed. Beneath his feet was a soft and slightly fluffy cobalt rug and under that was a soft cream carpet. In the corner of the room was a large wardrobe, beside that was a full sized mirror. Beside the bed on either side were dark pine bedside tables with small touch-activated lamps.
"Do you… Like the room?" Aizen asked as he came up behind him and wrapped his arms around his middle, softly kissing down his neck.
"I… I do…" he stammered, "It… its beautiful… And… Perfect… I don't know what to say…"
He smiled against his neck, "Only the best for my pet." He breathed.
Ichigo couldn't help but shudder and decided to ignore the comment, "Thank you… It's wonderful."
"Hmm… You're welcome." He murmured, "And… Feel free to make it up to me tomorrow. Would you like to join me for lunch?"
"L… Lunch… Lunch sounds good… Y… Yeah…"
"Good… I'll come and pick you up about twelve." He decided.
"That sounds perfect." Ichigo replied with a smile.
Aizen wheeled him around and cupped his face, kissing him deeply but softly before pulling back, kissing the sweet spot on his neck once more before flash-stepping away.
Ichigo was left stood there, wondering what the hell had just happened and how the hell he'd just organised lunch with his enemy.
However, Aizen was very contented with the outcome. Things were running smoothly. Smoother, in fact, than he had actually planned. Ichigo was very easy to manipulate, very easy on the eye and absolutely magnificent in the sack.
With a smirk Aizen entered the security office on the second floor, he was pleased to find it was unoccupied, as usually it was the haunt for both Ulquiorra and Gin. Two people who should probably not be locked in the same room, he decided.
He took a seat in front of the main screens, tapping a couple of buttons before he sat back calmly and observed his prisoners in their cells. Usually he wasn't one for keeping prisoners and anyone he could consider a prisoner was killed on the spot. However, if he was to keep Ichigo on side he had to tread carefully. Today had shown him that, he had almost gone too far with striking the Zanpakto soul. He couldn't help but wonder what sort of relationship they had. It was very clear that Tensa Zangetsu and Shirosaki Hichigo were both very much in love with Kurosaki Ichigo as well as each other, however did Ichigo feel the same? Or were they just good, good friends in his eyes?
He 'hummed' gently in thought as he watched Tensa and Shiro talking to each other through the bars, they were huddled as close to each other as they could get with the bars separating them.
He looked at the other cameras and smirked, Rukia and Renji were both talking quietly to each other but were not sat near.
Inoue was pressed against the bars with her arms around her legs, resting her chin on her knees, she appeared calm if not slightly nervous.
Likewise Ishida and Chad were silent, probably both trying to form some kind of escape plan.
And as he would always expect from him, the perfect noble, Kuchiki Byakuya was sat with a straight back, his legs folded neatly and his eyes closed. He didn't seem to have even broken a sweat.
With a satisfied nod he turned the screens back off and sat back, he reclined the chair and interlocked his fingers over his stomach, closing his eyes and relaxing.
He must have dozed off because the next thing he knew was that he could detect Gin slowly attempting to creep up on him YET again. He opened his eyes suddenly and spun the chair around, lifting the blade of his Zanpakto directly against Gin's throat, "You should not sneak up on me when I am sleeping Gin." He warned coolly, lowering his Zanpakto after several minutes.
"Ne Aizen-taichou… Yer so mean ta meh…" he whined in a childish voice, "'Nd afta I went ta such trouble ta get yer a present!"
Aizen's ears pricked at his words, "A… Present?" he repeated, a smirk slowly forming on his lips, "What sort of present Gin? You know I dislike surprises…"
"I promise ya'll like this one!" he grinned with his usual fox-like manner.
"Hmm… What is it Gin?" he asked, curiosity increasing.
"Y'all havta come with meh if ya wanna find out, Aizen-taichou." Gin grinned even wider, "'Nd ya'll havta wear this!" he added, pulling out a blindfold.
Aizen's eyes darkened, "No. I refuse."
"Aww come on Aizen-taichou!" he complained, "Please! I wenta soooo much trouble! Come on!" he half begged him.
It took ten minutes of begging, pleading, and coercing from Gin to get Aizen to agree to the blindfold, and even then, in the end Gin had to swear to go around wearing nothing but a cooking apron for a week and finally he got Aizen to stand up and tied the cloth around his eyes.
"Alright! 'Ere we go!" Gin said as he took his captain's hands and led him out of the room.
"I feel I should remind you Gin… That if this is some remotely unfunny joke you've come up with… I will make you suffer." Aizen half growled.
"Yea' yea' I know." Gin replied exasperatedly, "Yer gonna be eatin' yer words I swear… I expect a nice apology fer ya doubtin' me an all."
"Hmm… We shall see." He muttered.
Gin finally pulled the Lord of Las Noches to a stop and opened a door before leading him inside. The door shut again and Aizen was directed through, what he imagined to be, furniture. Then, another door was opened, this one was a sliding door by the sound of it.
Gin reached up and untied Aizen's blindfold, pulling it away as he then stepped back and allowed Aizen to drink I the view before him with full concentration.
Aizen opened his eyes as the blindfold was removed and blinked a couple of times before he realised where he was.
He was in his own bedroom. He was about to frown in confusion and ask what Gin was playing at when his eyes fell upon his bed and his mouth went incredibly dry.
Long slender limbs, pale; smooth skin, slender body with perfect curvaceous hips; lean muscles and dark raven hair. Kuchiki Byakuya was naked, his wrists bound to the headboard by two lengths of red silk, his ankles bound to the footboard with another two lengths of red silk. His legs were spread to shoulder width and his kenseikan hair clips has been discarded onto the bedside table, leaving his dark satin hair free.
Aizen licked his lips and walked forwards slowly; approaching from the side of the bed and trailing a hand from Byakuya's ankle, up his calf, thigh and over one perfectly rounded cheek. He let out an inaudible groan, "Gin… You do appear to have surpassed yourself. You may leave. You'll receive your reward later." He told him without even looking around.
Moments later he heard the door open and close again, leaving Aizen and the Captain of Division Six alone.
Byakuya was panting softly, his face pressed against the soft pillows on the bed; he tugged restlessly at the bonds on his wrists and tried to get free. He let out a small moan as he felt someone's hand run up his leg and shuddered, his hardened member straining as he ground against the bed.
Aizen let out a small groan and brushed Byakuya's hair out of his eyes and looked down at him, brushing his cheek softly before he leaned down and pressed his lips against his shoulder. He heard a whimper rise from the Captain and inhaled deeply, between the strong scent of blossom petal shampoo and body lotion there was a smell of something a lot sweeter, with a smirk Aizen recognised the scent to be aphrodisiac, the same one which he had used on Ichigo the first time.
He groaned and stood back up, stripping off his clothes as fast as he possibly could. The bed dipped as he sat on it and he ran a hand down Byakuya's spine slowly, plunging his fingers into the crevice of his cheeks, he bit his lip and pushed deeper, running a fingertip over the sensitive flesh of his entrance. He smirked widely as Byakuya cried out sharply and bucked his hips at the contact.
Aizen knelt down between the noble's legs and he steadily eased two fingers inside of him slowly and bit his lip as he watched him whining and shuddering beneath him.
He thrusted his hand, dipping his fingers inside of him forcefully as he searched for his nerves, upon hitting them Byakuya wailed and bucked his hips harder, grinding up against him desperately.
The Lord of Las Noches pulled his hand away at last and flipped the noble onto his back so he could see him. He gasped as he looked down at the flushed, pink cheeked appearance of Byakuya. His eyes travelled downwards hesitantly and he smirked widely as he set eyes on the noble's member. He bit his lip and wrapped a hand around him, and started pumping steadily as his other hand lifted his legs up either side of him.
Byakuya looked up at him with hazed over eyes, moaning brokenly and bucking his hips fast into his hand, gasping out for breath as heat continued to flood through him.
The raven haired male arched suddenly and wailed as Aizen sheathed himself inside of him suddenly. There was a moment's pause while he grew accustom to his size before he bucked his hips eagerly pushing him deeper inside of him.
Aizen groaned and began thrusting into him fast and hard, rocking the bed loudly against the wall. They both moaned loudly and bucked their hips against each other.
Byakuya groaned and threw his head back, bucking his hips up against him roughly and wailing as his nerves were bashed each time. He pulled at the binds on his wrists and ankles and groaned heatedly, arching his back and moaning repeatedly. He panted and arched up again, grinding against him and let out a scream like wail as Aizen continued ramming into him over and over again.
Aizen gripped his hips and started yanking him back onto him with each thrust, hanging his head and panting heavily as watched Byakuya's face flush red. He groaned heavily and jerked his hips forwards repeatedly.
When finally raven hair was stuck to glistening white and pink dusted skin, breathing was ragged and strenuous, and the noble and Lord were arching and thrusting together in perfect timing they both felt their climaxes approaching.
Byakuya threw his head back and moaned brokenly, panting and gasping out; rattling the headboard as he yanked at the bonds around his wrists, crying out Aizen's name repeatedly and tossing his head from side to side until his mouth was claimed by Aizen.
The brunette pushed his tongue into his mouth and snapped his hips towards the young noble's and thrusted harder against him, hanging his head slightly as sweat dripped down his face.
Said noble quiver and cried out sharply, arching up off the bed, digging his heels into the mattress as his muscles spasmed around him suddenly and he released over the other's stomach as well as his own. He moaned out loudly and gasped for breath.
Aizen bit his bottom lip and groaned form his throat, holding his position as he released into him after only a few further thrusts. He rested down against the smaller man as he recovered his breath and groaned quietly as he pulled out of him and rested down beside him.
Aizen smirked slightly as he observed how flustered and ruffled Byakuya was, with pinked cheeks, sweat glistening on his skin, bruises on his neck and around his wrists from all the pulling he'd done at the binds.
'Mmm… He looks delectable…' Aizen thought to himself before turning the lights off and lying down to sleep.
Byakuya looked around as the lights turned off and tugged at the binds again, whining almost silently before flopping down against the bed and swearing repeatedly in his head, he let out a huff and dropped his head back down onto the pillows, falling asleep only a few moments later.
A/N: So here is the end of chapter ten! I hope it matched up to your expectations. Please please please review! And as always let me know if there are any pairings you want to see in future chapters!
Thank you all for your support ^_^