I'm so sorry for how long it has taken for me to update this newest chapter, I recently got the results of my first A level exam and it got me kinda depressed for a while. But I'm glad to say I'm not cheered up and back on form!
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WARNING: Scenes of a VERY sexual nature and LOTS of Yaoi!
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Chapter Twelve:The Secrets Untold:
Gin watched from his seat in the security office and smiled widely as he saw Stark go into Ichigo's room, with a curious glance Gin turned on the audio feeds and sat forwards slightly.
"Ichigo… We need to talk… I need to tell you something… Something about Aizen."
Stark's voice drifted over the feeds and made a frown form on Gin's face, he thought about it for a moment before he pressed the intercom and summoned Aizen.
As soon as his brunette boss appeared and stood up so that he could take the seat; the pair curiously observed what happened next.
On the other end of the camera and audio feeds, Ichigo was stood staring at Stark in confusion, "Tell me what?" he asked with a frown, "Stark, are you alright? You look clammy… Maybe you should sit down…"
"No!" he half shouted, "I'm fine! I have to tell you this… And I don't think you're going to like it… You might want to sit down yourself…"
Ichigo jumped as the usually placid man yelled at him, sitting down quickly and staring at him with wide eyes.
Stark met his gaze and swallowed, "Early on this evening… I… Saw…" he looked away and faltered, balling his fists, "I... Saw…" he slumped in his seat and let out an exasperated breath, "I saw Gin bringing in an assortment of different collars. I'd be careful if I were you." He forced a chuckle and scratched his head at the lame lie.
Ichigo blinked and gently tugged the collar around his neck, "Oh… You had me worried for a moment then… I thought it was going to be something really bad." He laughed weakly.
The Espada forced a smile and stood up, "Yeah… I'm sorry to have worried you… I guess I was bein stupid…"
"Oh… Not at all Stark…" Ichigo replied, though truthfully he suspected the brunette wasn't being totally honest with him.
There was a moment of awkwardness between them before Stark ran a hand through his own hair and sighed, "I'll leave you to get some sleep." He said bluntly and left without another word.
Ichigo frowned as he saw him leave and folded his arms, rested a hand under his chin in thought, "I wonder what he really wanted to say…" he murmured under his breath.
He shook his head and sighed gently, walking into his bedroom and getting changed into his pyjamas before snuggling under the bed covers and falling asleep quickly.
Meanwhile, Aizen was grating his teeth furiously as he watched Stark leave his pet's room. He couldn't believe Stark would go so far. He was clearly more dangerous than he had first thought. He turned away from the screens and pressed the intercom button, "Ulquiorra. Come to the security office immediately." He growled.
Only a moment later the number four Espada entered the room and bowed to Aizen and Gin, "You called for me Aizen-sama."
"Yes." His eyes narrowed, "Arrest Stark Coyote and throw him in the cells with the other prisoners." He told him coldly.
Ulquiorra's eyes widened for a moment and Aizen was sure he saw him gulp at the prospect of arresting an Espada who was stronger than him, "Yes. Aizen-sama." He said soon after his hesitation, "I'll do so right away."
"Good." Aizen nodded and watched him leave.
"I actually thought 'e was gonna refuse ya Aizen-taichou…" Gin smirked as the door shut, "Wha' would ya 'ave done then?"
"Gin." Aizen murmured in the same cold tone.
"Yea' Aizen-taichou?" the silver haired male replied with a confused frown.
"Shut up. If you value your life." He growled, glancing once at his subordinate before he stalked out.
Gin stared after him and opened his eyes slowly, he swallowed heavily and blinked before returning to the abandoned seat and closing his eyes again, "I only asked fer goodness sake." He muttered but froze as a portion of Aizen's reiatsu filled the room. He looked around and faltered slightly before slumping against the desk and watching the screens.
As he left the shinigami's room, Stark ground his teeth angrily. He couldn't believe he had chickened out. He was ashamed of himself. He sighed heavily and slouched down the corridor with his hands in his pockets and his eyes half closed sleepily. He would just have to try again in the morning.
"Stark Coyote, by order of Aizen-sama, Lord of Las Noches, you are hereby under arrest." Ulquiorra's placid voice drifted towards him and made his eyes snap open, he didn't even have chance to turn around to face the fourth Espada before his arms were grabbed and pinned behind his back by cold metal cuffs. He staggered as his reiatsu was sealed instantaneously and swore profusely as he was kicked hard behind the knees and sonido-ed at high speed away from Ichigo's room.
Without a word of warning Stark was tossed like a ragdoll into one of the cells on the ground floor. He hit the ground and grunted as he spat dirt from his mouth, feeling his hands being un-cuffed but the handcuffs were replaced by reiatsu suppressant bands instead.
He winced and remained on the floor for several long minutes before slowly lifting his head. He blinked as he became accustom to his surroundings and sat up; he rubbed a hand down his face as he heard the cell door slam shut.
'Well great… Now you've lost your chance to help him… Good one Stark…' The voice of his Zanpakto, Lillinette flowed into his mind and made him sighed even more heavily.
'Shut up Lillinette.' He murmured sadly.
"You are an Espada are you not?" a regal voice murmured from nearby.
Stark looked up and found that he was in the cell beside one of the shinigami… The captain's cell…
"Well? Are you not one of the Espada?" the same voice spoke, the raven haired shinigami had not moved an inch, save for the quirked eyebrow.
"Y… Yes." He replied with a nod of the head, "I'm Stark, the Number One Espada."
"And what did you do to end up here?" he asked.
"I…" he looked down at the floor, "I tried to tell Ichigo something that would make him hate Aizen."
"And Aizen found out about your attempted treachery?"
"Yes. He must have been watching through the cameras… Now I won't be able to try again." He sighed heavily and rubbed his forehead.
"Why are you trying to help Ichigo?" that was a new voice. Stark looked up and frowned as he saw in the opposite cell was a small male with black hair and piercing blue eyes, was that the Zanpakto? Yes. Beside that cell housed the albino version of Ichigo, the hollow.
He swallowed, "Because Ichigo is… My friend. He is a good person and he deserved better than Aizen." He replied, "And I… Like him a lot." He mumbled.
"Wha'? Ya mean ya fancy 'im?" the albino half exclaimed.
Stark blushed profusely at such bold words, "I… We have been close."
"You… Slept with him?" Tensa asked with wide eyes.
"Once yes…" he said very quietly, "But Aizen punished him for it… He's to be Aizen's and no one else's and it's not fair! He deserves better!"
There was a moment's silence before Inoue spoke, "Kurosaki-kun is gay?"
The other prisoner's all gawped at her and Ishida finally piped up, "Inoue! You mean you hadn't noticed? I was sure the only person who didn't know was Kurosaki!"
"It's true." Tensa nodded, "Generally speaking a person's inner hollow reflects the inner desires of the person they reside in and Shirosaki is a helluva bender." He smirked at the albino.
Stark could see more people were going to comment on the revelation regarding Ichigo's sexuality and he shook his head, "There's no time for joking! Everyday Ichigo is falling more and more in love with Aizen!"
That drew their attention.
"Aizen's a manipulative bastard! And he's making Ichigo fall in love with him!" he told them, "The only problem is I think Aizen's falling for his own plan!"
"What?" Byakuya hissed, "You think Aizen is falling for Ichigo?"
"Yes! Aizen's original plan was to kidnap Ichigo so Soul Society couldn't use him in the Winter War! But ever since Ichigo got here Aizen's been thinking less about the war and more about Ichigo…"
"That's crazy! This is Aizen we're talking about! He doesn't feel anything for anyone!" Renji argued.
"I assure you, he is falling for Ichigo." Stark murmured sadly, "Though I believe there is still time for us to stop Ichigo falling head over heels. He hasn't taken leave of his senses yet; he still suspects Aizen and is still suspicious of him. If we can act before he starts acting like a lovesick idiot then we can still save him."
"We?" Tensa asked with slightly narrowed azure eyes.
"Of course. I wanna help rescue him." Stark nodded.
Tensa frowned at him and looked at Shirosaki; he lowered his voice so the others couldn't hear and discreetly slipped a hand through the bars and took one of the albino's, "What do you think Shiro?" he asked softly.
"I dunno… 'E seems genuine… Bu'… 'E's one'a Aizen's lot." The hollow version of Ichigo replied with a furrowed brow, "Wha' 'bout you?"
"I don't trust him, and he's already admitted he can manipulate Ichigo himself… He slept with him after all." He sighed heavily and squeezed his hand, "I guess there are more of us than there are of him though so if he did betray us… We could take him out."
Shirosaki nodded reluctantly and squeezed his hand back, "Wha'eva ya think is best."
Tensa nodded and lifted his gaze to Byakuya's giving him a small nod of confirmation before he fell silent and rested against the bars and looked at Shiro, talking to him calmly through their mental link.
"Alright, we accept your help." The noble told Stark, "What did you have in mind for getting us out of these cells?"
Stark smirked slightly, "As it happens… I do have a plan."
The next day, Szayel woke up with a pounding headache; he groaned and lifted a groggy hand, running it over his face and through his hair as he slowly opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling on his room. There was a heavy weight on his chest and stomach; he smiled slightly to himself before it morphed into a smirk as he looked down slowly at the mass of bright blue hair on his chest.
He yawned widely and reached over to his bedside cabinet, knocking over a bottle of lube in the process as he grabbed his glasses and put them on quickly. He stretched and grumbled, rolling Grimmjow off him impatiently and kicking him off the bed huffily.
Grimmjow yelped as he hit the cold bedroom floor and woke with a start, sitting up and looked over the edge of the bed at the scientist with a glare before groaning and holding his head.
Szayel smirked and slid off the bed, pulling on a baby pink dressing gown; tying it securely around his waist. He winked at Grimmjow and picked up the chaos of clothes that were scattered around the bedroom and threw them all on the bed in a heap.
"Shit, Szai… How much did I drink last night?" Grimmjow growled as he slowly got to his feet, not bothering to cover up his nakedness as he stretched.
"Don't call me that Grimmjow!" Szayel pouted and blushed at the nickname, "And about five barrels of sake plus a bottle and half of vodka and one of my own brands."
"Ugh… No wonder it feels like I've gotta herd of elephants storming around mah head." The blue haired male sighed and rubbed his forehead.
"Well obviously. If you incessantly pour alcohol down your neck you are going to feel it in the morning, idiot."
"Aww don't be so mean to me Szai." He whined as he walked around the bed and grabbed him, pulling him closer and kissing his neck heatedly.
Szayel grumbled and went redder as his nickname was used again, "G… Grimmjow… Ngh… G… Grimm…" he moaned at the attention his neck was receiving, "Ngh… Hnn… Grimm… S… Stop… We've got… Work to be getting on with…" he said reluctantly.
Grimmjow smirked against his neck and bit firmly, sliding his hands down his back slowly and grabbing his cheeks through the dressing gown. He smirked even wider as the pink haired male arched and moaned loudly.
Szayel panted slightly as he felt himself stirring and he groaning in frustration before shoving Grimmjow back onto the bed and clambered on top of him, "Oh screw it."
Grimmjow chuckled and grinned, "I'd rather be screwing you Szai."
"Ugh God Grimmjow you're so crude." He rolled his eyes and kissed him deeply and heatedly to silence him.
Ichigo padded around his apartment contentedly, randomly cleaning some bits and pieces up, putting books back on the shelves and dusting away some dirt off the surfaces of tables and the mantel piece.
He smiled to himself and stretched, walking over to the balcony doors and opening them. It was nice to know Aizen trusted him not to go shimmying down the wall… Not that he was that elegant anyway but the thought was what counted.
He stretched and ran a hand through his hair, leaving the doors open as he bounced into the kitchen and poured himself some juice, he took a deep sip of the concentrated orange juice and slowly wandered back into the lounge, sitting down and curling up on the chair.
He frowned gently as he thought back to the previous night, Stark's bemusing attitude and he found himself believing yet again that Stark had not told him what he had intended to. What was it he wanted to tell him about Aizen?
He shook his head and sighed, yawning quietly and taking another sip of his juice. He looked out of the open balcony doors at the mid-day sky and started wondering about his friends, he missed his Zanpakto and hollow, he hoped that they were alright.
He looked down at his hands and swallowed, focusing his power and forcing it out, watching as a very small amount of reiatsu visualised and formed around his hand. He gritted his teeth as a bead of sweat rolled down his cheek and he was forced to release the reiatsu again.
He sat back and panted slightly and sighed, standing up as he finished his drink, 'I need to keep practicing this… Just in case.' He thought inwardly with another sigh.
Ichigo looked around at the clock on the wall and nodded to himself, it was nearly dinner time; nearly time for him to go and eat dinner with Aizen. He headed into his bedroom and removed his current attire, getting changed into his white uniform; he dressed quickly and zipped his shin length white coat up to his collar bone, the rest of the collar stood to attention around his neck.
He sighed and brushed himself down hastily, wasting no time and picking up his room key. He walked speedily out of his room, locking the door behind him and striding confidently down the hallway to Aizen's room as he pocketed his key. He knocked twice on the door before opening it and stepping inside.
His eyes widened slightly as he saw a table had already been laid with a dark purple cloth and several candles. He smiled slightly and walked forwards slowly, resting his fingers against the table cloth and jumping as he heard Aizen behind him. He turned around and watched as the brunette carried out two plates from the kitchen.
His eyes widened further as he saw Aizen was wearing an apron! He had been cooking?
"Don't look so surprised Ichigo." Aizen smiled, "I can cook even if I do not usually bother to."
"I… Sorry I didn't mean to seem so shocked. I just wasn't expecting it… And the apron was a hell of a shock too!" he smiled and laughed gently.
"Ah… Yes don't tell anyone else about the apron." Aizen joked and set the plates down on the table and place mats.
Ichigo took a seat and looked at the food, "Wow this looks amazing!"
"Thank you." The brunette replied as he fetched them both a drink before sitting down, "I thought, considering the large meal last night, a light dinner would be best."
"Absolutely. And this is great." He said again.
They paused conversation for a moment as they began eating, Aizen poured Ichigo a cup of tea and then himself a cup; the substitute shinigami tucked into his dinner which consisted of ravioli on toast with a small selection of salad.
Ichigo took a sip of the warm tea and sighed happily, "I was hoping I could talk to you about something actually…"
"Of course, what is it?"
"Um… After you left last night Stark came to see me." He admitted quietly, pausing to swallow a mouthful of soggy toast, "He was acting a little odd… Really jumpy and agitated. Do you know if he's okay?"
Aizen frowned, "He did?" he feigned surprise, "No… As far as I know he's perfectly well… Maybe he just had too much to drink?"
"Mmm… Perhaps." He sighed, nibbling his lip.
"What did he want?" Aizen asked.
"I'm not really sure… He just kept stammering and mumbling. He said something about you but… He wasn't making a lot of sense." He sighed, scratching his head.
"I see…" Aizen shook his head, "I'm sorry I don't have a clue what might have been wrong other than perhaps he was drunk."
Ichigo nodded and sighed again gently, "Okay. Thanks anyway." He smiled and soon after, finished his dinner. He sat back and sipped his tea as he watched him.
Once Aizen had finished he smiled over at Ichigo and sipped his tea, he slyly slid his foot up the inside of his calf and up his thigh slowly. He watched as Ichigo's cheeks flushed and smirked faintly as he pressed his foot between his legs and rolled it against his member until he felt movement.
Ichigo gasped softly and bit down on his lips, his cheeks flushing dark red as he stirred in his hakama, hardening slowly against his foot. He stood up suddenly and walked around the table, sitting down on his lap and kissing him heatedly.
Aizen smirked against his lips and cupped the back of his head, slipping his tongue into his mouth and moaning out gently; he ran his other hand down his chest and pressed it between his legs firmly.
Ichigo whimpered and ground against his hand and down on his lap, pulling back and panting heavily for breath. He blushed gently and leaned back in, kissing him between breaths and gasping out as Aizen stood up and carried him over to the sofa. As Aizen sat down Ichigo let out a groan as he was seated firmly on his lap again.
The brunette shinigami unzipped Ichigo's jacket and pushed it off, letting it fall to the floor, closely followed by his kosode and obi. He leaned in and covered his neck and shoulders in love bites, making the orange haired male moan in pleasure.
Soon after, Ichigo ridded Aizen of his own coat and kosode, scraping his nails down his chest restlessly as another bite was added to his neck. The pair rapidly ripped away each other's hakamas and underwear, leaving each other completely nude.
Ichigo lifted a hand and pressed his fingers against Aizen's lips, he swallowed and hesitated, "I… I want to be more active… Rather than just… Letting you do everything…" he murmured, "I… Would like us to… You know… Have… Fun…" he blushed heatedly.
Aizen smiled and nipped at his fingers, "Alright. I don't mind what you want to do… Take charge for a little while." He offered uncharacteristically.
Ichigo blushed and nodded, kissing him deeply and heatedly, reaching down and wrapping a hand around Aizen's member and pumping him slowly. He nipped his tongue playfully and steadily started kissing along his jaw line and down his neck.
Shyly, very shyly, Ichigo shuffled down off of Aizen's lap and knelt down in front of him; he glanced up at Aizen, his cheeks pinking adorably in embarrassment and apprehension before he leaned in; running his tongue over the head of his hardness before flicking his moist muscles from tip to base and back up again and then taking him into his mouth inch by inch.
Aizen gasped in surprise but smirked inwardly, resting a hand on the top of Ichigo's head and arched his back gently, easing himself deeper into his mouth.
Ichigo gagged slightly around him as his member but moaned a moment after and started bobbing his head rhythmically up and down, swallowing him deeper into his throat before he released him from his mouth with a loud 'pop' sound.
Aizen instantly lifted Ichigo to his feet and laid him on the seat of the sofa, he leaned over him and pumped him quickly, slicking his fingers in the younger man's eager pre-release. He leaned over further and swallowed his member into his mouth as his slick hand slid around and he circled his entrance teasingly, abruptly slipping a finger into him and curling it into his nerves instantaneously; in quickly succession he added a second and third finger and started rocking his hand roughly as he sucked his hardened organ with force.
Ichigo squirmed and moaned out loudly at the dual pleasure, bucking his hips and gasping as he hit the back of Aizen's throat, grinding out an apology as the man gagged around him. He moaned brokenly and panted, crying out sharply as his nerves came under assault of his fingers.
Within moment Ichigo came hard, spilling his release into Aizen's mouth, he slumped against the sofa and panted heavily, whimpering as he felt Aizen swallow around him and consume his release.
Aizen leaned up and kissed him chastely, lifting the young man's long legs around his waist. He leaned over him and pressed the head of his member against his entrance, easing into him slowly and groaning out as his walls tightened around him.
Ichigo tensed at the intrusion but relaxed quickly and moaned loudly as Aizen sheathed himself fully inside of him. The brunette panted gently for a moment before he pulled back and slammed back into him, picking up a fast pace of ramming himself into his prostate over and over again.
The berry head wailed, throwing his head back and clawing at the back rest of the sofa as he bucked his hips and cried out Aizen's name heatedly, yanking him down into a forceful and half desperate kiss.
Their hips snapped together repeatedly, Aizen continued to pound into his pet's sensitive nerves, biting firmly at his neck and darkening an already present bite mark.
Aizen pulled back and lifted Ichigo up, turning him onto his front and pushing him over the back of the sofa, slamming back into him as he knelt up on the seat. He gripped his hips and yanked him back onto him as he snapped his hips forwards.
Ichigo threw his head back and half screamed Aizen's name as his second climax approached; he bucked his hips out of pace with Aizen's manic thrusts. Digging his nails into his own palms and drawing blood as he moaned brokenly and loudly.
Aizen reached around and pumped his member in time with his thrusts, groaning heavily and kissing down his spine as his own climax approached.
Ichigo threw his head back and bucked into his hand, screaming 'Sousuke' first name at the top of his lungs as his muscles spasmed around him tightly and he released over his hand.
The brunette groaned and dug his nails into his hips as he bucked into his tightening muscles as his climax hit, released deeply into him and riding out his orgasm. He rested down against his back and panted heavily as he recovered.
He pulled back gently and eased out of him and pulled him down against him as he lay on the sofa. He put his arms around him and panted softly as his breathing returned to normal.
Ichigo blushed and laid against him happily, resting his head down on his chest and closing his eyes, "That was… Wow."
"Yeah… It was very wow." Aizen agreed with a light chuckle.
There was a crackle around the room suddenly as the intercom system awoke and Szayel's voice echoed over the system, "Aizen-sama, I'm sorry to interrupt you but there has been a serious problem in the cells."
Aizen sighed but frowned, "What is it Szayel?"
"One of the prisoners supposedly had a serious fit… We've had to bring them up to the laboratory so that I can treat them." The scientist replied.
"What? Who was it?" Ichigo exclaimed in a panic and suddenly sat up.
"Aizen-sama?"
"Answer him Szayel."
"It was Tensa Zangetsu."
Ichigo's heart stopped for a moment as he heard the name of his Zanpakto and his face paled, "I… Is he… Going to be alright?"
"Well that is what I am about to find out. I'll report my findings later on." With that Szayel cut the connection and silence filled the room.
"Ichigo." Aizen murmured, cupping his cheek, "Ichigo? Go on. Go and see him."
"Really?" he asked tearfully.
"Of course. He is your Zanpakto. You should go and see him. If you need anything don't hesitate to tell me." Aizen nodded.
"Thanks."
Within moment's Ichigo had ripped on his clothes and sprinted from the room, running as fast as his legs would carry him down to the laboratory. Ichigo ran to the doors and nervously pushed one open, heading inside, fully of worry and downright horror that his loving Zanpakto was hurt.
Stark sat back in his cell and sighed, looking over at Byakuya and nodded, "Everything is going according to plan."
"That's good to hear." Byakuya agreed, "Let's hope Tensa and Shirosaki can get through to Ichigo."
A/N: So here is the end of Chapter Twelve, again I am very sorry that it has taken so long but I do hope it was worth the wait :)
Please review, you all know by now I love to hear what you have to say. Until next time x