Prize of Victory

Warnings: M/M, Oral, Anal.

There is a bit of plot at the beginning here before is dissolves.


Byakuya walked down the streets with a born grace. Many looked his way, but he ignored them with years of trained patience. It wasn’t that unusual to see him out of the mansion. Every time Yammy left for a mission Byakuya would take the first chance he got to escape his family home.

He would never call it escaping or retreating. More like taking a refreshing walk to clear the stale air of the estate out of his lunges.

The Arrancar looked at him judgingly, but Yammy’s Claim was very clear to them and they kept their distance. The other inhabitants would either advert their gaze if they recognized him as one of the former Taichou, or looked at him curiously.

Not many men would wear a woman’s Yukata openly. His Kenseikan was in place and he wore it nowadays more because Yammy didn’t like it then because it denoted his rank. He didn’t dare touch the family Heirloom scarf, for it was in Yammy’s quarters and after the use it had been put through on him he was not sure he could ever wear it again, or even look at it for that matter.

The streets had slowly become more active as the years went by and everyone settled into a routine. Women were still mostly absent from them unless they were already Claimed or children.

“Kuchiki-sama, it has been a while.” One of the street vendors greeted him as he approached the stall.

The man did a very good job of not paying attention to the fact he was wearing woman’s clothing, which was one of the reasons he could stand coming to this stall when able.

He greeted the vendor with a slight nod of his head.

“The usual for you today?”

Another slight nod.

The vendor smiled and got his order together, thankfully not making any small talk, another reason Byakuya preferred this vendor. There was little he desired to speak about. There was also one last reason he liked this vendor, a reason he hoped no one would ever find out about.

“I heard from my Sister a few days ago.” The vendor commented offhanded as he started to place the order in a bag. “Turns out her Sisters-in-law are still kicking around after all. Just when she thought she heard the last of them, they both turn up.

“The older one, you know the black haired one? Anyway she seems to have found herself a man. Nothing steady yet, but it sounds like they are getting interested. The younger, not so much.”

Byakuya wasn’t even looking at the man, studying some nonexistent object down the street instead.

“Anyway, you know how older brothers like to react, she hasn’t told him yet. Some bad history between her man and her brother I guess. Last I heard he was just happy to hear from them again. Anyway, have a good day Kuchiki-sama.”

He offered the vendor another nod of his head before taking his bags and leaving, pondering over what he had learned.

“Rukia is still alive and well, that is good to hear. Kurosaki Ichigo’s two sisters are also still alive and trapped here, and by the sounds of it the elder has drawn Grimmjow‘s attention. I have not seen them since the day we lost.” He mused.

The vendor was actually an old friend of Yoruichi’s, and a well informed informant. Byakuya hadn’t stumbled across the man, the man had found him, no doubt at Yoruichi’s commands.

He felt the familiar feel of a garganta opening, and with it Yammy’s return. His day of relaxation had been cut short and he turned his course to head back to the estate. He made it look natural of course, and there was definitely no hurry in his steps to get back.

He did freeze when he felt the Espada suddenly appear behind him. He held still, hoping Yammy wouldn’t start anything in the street. Granted with how quickly everyone was finding someplace else to be there wouldn’t be many witnesses to any humiliation the Espada might put him through. The only ones left on the street were other Arrancar, who were watching the two with obvious hopes of a show.

“What are you doing out here, my Chicchai Hime?” Yammy demanded.

“I was enjoying a stroll through the city, until your untimely arrived.” He thought while cringing at the name.

Yammy grunted, as if just remembering speech was impossible from his pet, and closed the distance between them until Byakuya could smell the Arrancar’s sweat. He did his best to ignore the rancid smell, but it wasn’t easy.

“I also thought I told you I didn’t like these things.” Yammy growled.

Yammy grasped the Kenseikan piece on the top of his head and gave it a jerk, pulling a large number of hair strands with it as well.

The only sign of his pain was a blink of his eyes. Otherwise he made no outward action or noise to indicate his discomfort.

He could practically feel Yammy’s smirk from behind him and only years of training prevent his body from moving in protest or pain as Yammy ripped the second piece from his hair, taking a fair bit of said hair with it as well.

He did cringe with anger and loss as he heard the massive Arrancar crush the pieces in his hand before grasping one of Byakuya’s own hands and depositing the destroyed pieces in it. He stared at them in disbelief before curling his fist around the shrapnel and closing his eyes.

“So you want to wear a fragment of what you once were, Chicchai Hime?” Yammy asked, and there was a hint of malice in his voice that did cause Byakuya to shudder this time. “Fine, I can fix that.”

Byakuya did not like the promise in that voice.

Yammy’s hand enveloped the fore arm of the arm holding the shrapnel and squeezed until the pressure became too much and he was forced to drop the shrapnel to the ground.

“You will have no more need of that. Come, I’ll let you have something that was once yours back, my Chicchai Hime.” Yammy smirked.

It was a direct order and he felt the pull of reiatsu as he was forced to follow the Espada back to the Kuchiki manor, and what more, into the bedroom Yammy had claimed. He did manage to leave his bags with one of the servants while they removed their footwear at the door.

“You should be thankful, Chicchai Hime, that I am permitting you to keep anything of your past at all. History is history after all. No point in dwelling on it.”

“A statement that just signifies your incompetence.” He couldn’t help but to think viciously.

Yammy walked over to the dresser and pulled something long and white out of it before turning to face him again, a clear wide smirk on his face.

“How would you like to wear this again, my Chicchai Hime?” Yammy asked, waving the white scarf in the air for emphasis. “I remember how much fun we had the last time you wore it. Don‘t you, Chicchai Hime?”

Another yank on his reiatsu forced him to answer in the form of a nod. He remembered all too well.

“I am going to take a shower, when I come out again, you had better be on my bed wearing nothing but this.” Yammy ordered, tossing the scarf to land on the floor before waltzing out of the room.

There was no pull on his reiatsu this time. Yammy was leaving his fate to his own hands in a cruel, if somewhat poor, attempt to mentally torture him. The brief pause before he started to undress was out of anger, and not any fear or uncertainty.

Byakuya was all to familiar with the kind of damage Yammy could do to him and had no desire to spend another month in bed because he was too weak to even stand; or worse, be sent for another visit to Szayel and come back missing even more of what Yammy deemed ‘unnecessary anatomy.’

When Yammy returned he was sitting in the middle of the massive futon with nothing but the scarf wrapped around his waist to try and maintain some semblance of modesty, if only for a few, brief minutes.

The Espada’s hair was still soaked, but at least he smelt like shampoo and soap instead of stale sweat, food and armpit grease.

A wide smile split Yammy’s face as the Espada studied him and he could only hope his master was more into a playing mood than a sex mood. While he greatly detested giving oral pleasure to the walking pile of stinking flesh, it was far less painful than sitting on his hands and knees while the other used his body and left him unable to walk for hours, sometimes even days, afterwards.

“Did you miss me, my Chicchai Hime?” Yammy asked.

“I pity the fact your mission did not fail with your demise.” He thought even as he forced himself to nod once.

Yammy kneeled before him and caught his chin in his hand, bringing his face up so they were looking eye to eye.

“You know, it’s a pity you were born male. Maybe Szayel can fix that.”

He felt terror grip him like never before in his life, and he could not contain it at all. He even managed to make a slight whimper at the suggestion as his body trembled at the idea.

“Oh, you don’t like that idea, Chicchai Hime?” Yammy asked.

He gave his head a definite shake and tried to bring his emotions and body back under control. The threat had greatly unnerved him simply because he had no doubt that the Scientist was perfectly capable of pulling off such a feat.

He would sooner take the ridicules nickname over being forced to endure such a procedure.

Yammy chuckled at his obvious fear.

“Perhaps I won’t ask Szayel to do so then, at least not yet. It depends on the performance you show me, my Chicchai Hime.” Yammy smirked.

Yammy released his chin and lay down beside him.

“Please me.” He ordered.

Byakuya remained still for a moment before moving, settling between the Espada’s legs. He paused for only a second before opening his mouth and taking the other in.

Yammy sighed in bliss and relaxed on the futon. The room fell into silence other than the soft sound of his sucking the other and their even breathing. Time seemed to become stagnate and he really had no idea how long his tongue and mouth pleased the other.

However long it was his mouth was getting sore, as was his back from maintaining the awkward position between the others legs. He felt the other shift shortly before his head was engulfed by the other’s hand tangling in his hair.

He paused, the others length still halfway down his throat. Yammy pulled his head up so he was forced to look at the other. The look of pleasure on the Espada’s face made him look uglier than normal and it was all he could do to not throw up.

“Chicchai Hime. It is moments like this I am pleased I decided to let you live after all.” Yammy chuckled.

Yammy sat up and pulled him to a kneeling position.

“Will you release my hair now, disgusting beast that you are?” He thought in disgust.

As if reading his thoughts, Yammy’s hand released his hair, but only so it could undo the bow he had tied the scarf in to keep it around his hips. Yammy didn’t unravel it from his waist though, but rather took the ends and tied Byakuya’s wrist behind his back with it after looping it once around his legs.

“You have pleased me well today.” Yammy smirked at him. “Perhaps I will permit your own pleasure today.” Yammy laughed.

Byakuya felt like a bucket of ice water had been dumped on him. The only way Yammy could ever ‘grant him pleasure’ was by reinforcing the Claim. With the power difference between them Yammy had no need to constantly reinforce the Claim.

“Would you like that, Chicchai Hime?” Yammy asked. “To be granted pleasure?”

Byakuya didn’t respond, remaining still before the other. He was not one to lie, nor did he wish to anger the other. Anger was something that was easy to come to the Espada.

He felt the pull of his restraints as Yammy dragged him further up the futon, pulling a massive pillow from the head and tossing him over it onto his stomach. His hair fell forward into his face. With his hands restrained behind his back he couldn’t move it aside.

Yammy did it for him, brushing all his hair to one side to reveal his slender neck shortly before clamping onto it with his mouth. One hand held the other above him while the other massaged his rear.

Byakuya closed his eyes and tried to shut his mind and body down, but Yammy was all too skilled at preventing that.

“You aren’t trying to ignore me, are you, my Chicchai Hime?” Yammy asked with a hint of anger while giving his rear a solid slap.

He made a small whimper, letting the other translate that into whatever he wanted as he was sure to do anyway.

“Ah, lost in pleasure I see. Well then, let’s see what other pleased sounds I can get out of you, my Chicchai Hime.” Yammy chuckled.

He forced his body to remain relaxed as the other forced his legs further apart to settle between them. He braced himself for the pain, and did wince as something inserted itself into him.

“Is he?” Byakuya thought shocked as he looked over his shoulder.

Yammy had an oil coated finger shoved into him, thrusting it in and stretching the passage. Yammy had never prepared him before, and giving the others length he wondered how much use it would even be.

The finger continued to thrust into him and he ground his teeth at the discomfort. The finger was removed and the familiar feel of the other at his entrance. Once more he braced himself.

“Ready, my Chicchai Hime?” Yammy whispered into his ear.

He gave a slight nod of his head. He was as ready as he could be.

The other plunged in and Byakuya couldn’t help the short cry of pain at the invasion. The other rested for a moment before pulling out and plunging back in with a thrust of his body and reiatsu.

This time the scream that came out was of pleasure and his body trembled as he was overwhelmed with it. He hated this more than anything else Yammy did to him. He hated to admit the other had any redeeming qualities, but there was one thing Byakuya admitted Yammy was good at.

For all of the Arrancar’s impressive strength, Yammy had astonishing, complete, control over it. Byakuya had never been injured due to the others lack of control over his strength.

Another deep thrust, another cry as pleasure poured into his body, overriding any pain he might have felt at the others intrusion into his body. Yammy always knew how to get noises out of him, even with a throat that could not produce syllables.

He tried to stop his cries, tried to silence the screams of pleasure the other pulled from his throat. Each failure tore his already battered pride to further shreds.

Not once did Yammy increase his pace, holding it steady and letting him get the full force of each blast of pleasure and reiatsu. He could feel his own pleasure come to a peek and knew it had to be ending soon. His body could hold no more of the other’s reiatsu.

The cry of pleasure that was ripped from his throat as the other’s teeth tore into his neck and consumed both of their reiatsu’s, along with his blood, was no doubt heard throughout the entire estate.

Yammy shuddered above him, giving a gasp of his own before he pulled out, the last spurts spraying across Byakuya’s back and rear even as the large amount of fluid already in him started to run down his thighs as it was finally permitted to escape his body.

His panted heavily, trying to get his breath back as sweat rolled down his face and body. He would have collapsed if it wasn’t for the fact that he was already resting on the pillow.

A few more squirts from Yammy fell upon him before the Arrancar gave his rear a hearty slap and fell on his side beside him, causing the floor to shake a bit.

“As musical as ever, my Chicchai Hime.” Yammy laughed.

Unlike him, Yammy was seemingly fine and not in the least bit out of breath despite having just reinstated his Claim. It showed just how much of a difference in power the two of them were.

“You are dismissed, you can leave when you want.”

“Than untie me, imbecile.” He thought weakly.

“Ah, you wish to stay with me then?”

He wanted to grind his teeth in frustration, but settled for rolling onto his side and wiggling his still bound hands in a vain hope the other would get the clue and untie him.

“Ah yes, I forgot you were still tied up.” Yammy laughed.

The scarf was loosened from his wrist and he felt the pressure on his shoulders give way. He tried to untangle himself from the scarf and leave, but Yammy stopped him by catching both of his hands in only one of his.

“I think I like that on you, my Chicchai Hime.” He smirked. “You will wear it at all times unless otherwise stated.”

He gave a nod of his head and Yammy finally let him go.

Walking was very difficult as he was so drained from the reinforced Claiming. The pain from his rape was starting to make itself known now that the reiatsu of the Espada was settling down. He did manage to get dressed, wrap the scarf around his waist like a belt, and even make it to his room before his strength gave out and he curled up on his own futon in mental, emotional, and physical exhaustion.

Next Chapter: Nanao and Ukitake visit Karin and Yuzu.

/love all you that reviewed. To answer a few neglected questions I meant to a while back but forgot (bad me):

Most of the time Ulquiorra is in his first release when taking Orihime. I studied his first release pictures and he does have the 'feathers' along his wings. The feather like fur brushing her skin was from those rather long feathers.

Ukitake and Nanao will not get into a relationship. He's the kind of person I can see refusing even if desire was there for she belonged to Shunsui and he would not steal his best friends girl, even after he's dead. He thinks of her more like a younger sister and you do not sleep with family.

We will see Ichigo at one point, and it is going to be a very heart wrenching scene. I thought about including the Escapees more, but really they aren't the story and they don't do much other than hide and plan and that is really boring stuff. They show up when the plot summons them.

Yes you cleaver people, of course Kain is pregnant, but they wont know for another few chapters. Orihime well not be pregnant anytime soon. I do have plans for her and Ulquiorra.