Prisoner of War

AN: Again, italic is past memory. Don't worry, I'm not doing past in every chapter, but it may come up from time to time. Also, even though the main pair in this fic is Aizen/Ichigo, you'll see that more is thrown into the mix with this chapter. Read to see. And thanks for all the votes and reviews. It's much appreciated.

Chapter 3


Uryu Ishida had always been a serious teenager, most times looking brooding and disinterested in most things. He had rarely joked or smiled, even when their small group would just hang out between battles alongside the shinigami. Ichigo sat and watched him from across the table. He was already fair skinned to begin with, but now he looked ashen, frail, and just plain tired. Time had given him another inch taller in growth, and his hair was longer around his face that looked slightly older with the testing he endured almost non-stop by Kurotsuchi. He did not look old by any means, but his eyes were a story of hardships only a old man should have; not a young man of eighteen.

"You're looking well, Ichigo," he said softly, hands folded together on the table. Ichigo eyed the metal bracelets that were locked snug around his wrists. He too had his power nulled so he couldn't have a fraction of a chance to fight back. Uryu followed his gaze and sighed.

"Uryu, have you felt any different, like you could break through that barrier?" he nodded at the bracelets as he spoke.

"No. Why do you ask?"

Ichigo explained softly to him, still feeling the shock that he hadn't known his power had been overcoming the block. Uryu listened intently, nodding here and there, but his expression never changed. In was unnerving really, like he was talking to a zombie. He hadn't seen him this bad since they were taken captive.

"That's interesting," he said when Ichigo was through, then fell silent again.

"Uryu, talk to me please."

"About what? Escape plans? Or maybe we can share our stories about what is done to us. Would that be a good idea?"

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I didn't mean to upset you."

"No, Ichigo. Don't apologize, I'm just a bit out of it." He remained still on his chair like a mannequin.

"Stupid question here, but are you feeling okay?"

"I..," he swallowed, "I'm afraid you'll laugh."

"Uryu, I haven't laughed about anything in three years. Give me some credit here."

"Fair enough," he whispered. "Kurotsuchi thought it would be funny to inject me with an aphrodisiac before he sent me here for our visit." He visibly shivered and his pale cheeks went pink. "It's kicking in, and I'm inclined not to even move. It tends to slow the effects if I try to be still."

"Damn," Ichigo whispered.

"He's used it on me before, but not when he lets me roam. I never know what the crazy bastard's intentions are."

"I'm sorry."

"Ichigo, you say that every time I see you. Stop apologizing for what you can't control."

"Bad habit, I guess," he said and sighed soft. In truth he couldn't help but say he was sorry. He still felt guilty for losing even now. He watched Uryu with soft eyes, not seeing a trace of his old self. The cold confidence that he'd had when he first challenged Ichigo was actually missed. He wanted to see that again, not this lost man that seemed without hope or initiative. Now Uryu was a puppet dancing to a Master's strings, much like himself.

Ichigo never asked Uryu what was done to him on a daily basis. It would be callous and intrusive to even think of questioning his friend that way. Ichigo had heard his screams more often than he wanted to remember. It was a horrible sound, full of pain and heartache. Uryu had told him once that if Orihime wasn't there to reject, he would most likely be a hollow by now, wandering aimlessly throughout Hueco Mundo. Ichigo watched his cheeks get redder, and knew that Kurotsuchi didn't just use him for testing, but also for sexual gratification. It was clearly obvious.

Uryu looked at him more closely. "You really came close to breaking the hold of your collar?"

Ichigo nodded, grateful that he seemed more interested now. "Too bad I realized too late."

"Your reiatsu has always been incredibly strong, Ichigo. Just think, you were fifteen when you became a substitute shinigami. Now you're older, and a full shinigami. It only makes sense that your power would strengthen."

"Full shinigami," Ichigo muttered and looked across the small room they had been placed in to talk. He could remember the day clearly, down to the last morbid detail. He had only been a captive for a week when Aizen had decided to bring up the subject of his mortal body.

"Tell me, Ichigo, do you feel any different?"

"Dirty, used, full of hate for you. That covers only the surface of how I feel right now, you bastard."

Aizen laughed it off with a wave of his hand. "Well, I didn't expect you would feel like a winner." He shook his head, smirking. "Such a sore loser."

"Fuck you! Why are you asking me a stupid question like that?!"

Aizen yanked him up by his hair, forcing Ichigo close against his body. "You're the one that gets fucked. Don't forget that, my Pet."

"Let..go!"

"Disobedience does suit you, but for that, your lessons will be tenfold," Aizen growled and wrestled Ichigo's arm behind his back and yanked up, wrapping his other arm around his throat to subdue him.

"OW..fuck!" He was painfully trapped in his cruel arms.

"Now, again I will ask. This time you will answer without sarcasm. If not, I'll break your arm and leave you that way for a few days before I let Orihime heal you. Understand?"

"I ..understand, but I don't feel anything," he growled. Nothing is different other than being trapped here with you!" His arm got raised an inch more up his back. "Stop! I'm not lying!" His breath was harsh with pain.

"Interesting." He relived the pressure but kept him trapped. "Well, I'll show you why I asked. Grimmjow, bring it in!"

"Grimmjow?" Ichigo whispered. He had thought the 6th espada was dead, along with most the others.

"As you wish, Aizen." Grimmjow walked casually in, dragging a burlap sack behind him. He looked at Ichigo, lips curving into a pleased smile. "Bet you thought I was a goner."

"Perhaps later you can reminisce, Grimmjow. For now, just show him what's in the bag," Aizen said pointedly, holding Ichigo in a more possessive manner.

"Yes, Aizen." Ichigo noticed how his voice contrasted to his body language. He sounded respectful, but Ichigo saw the slight stiffening of muscle and a quick shimmer of anger in his eyes. It was so fast that he had nearly missed it. Then he was bending over to unzip the sack.

"You'll love this, Ichigo," Aizen whispered soft against his ear, lips brushing.

"No," he gasped, jerking his head away slightly, eyes fixed on the scene developing in front of his eyes. Ichigo couldn't decide what was more disturbing. The erection he could feel Aizen had, the surprising sight of Grimmjow, or the mysterious sack he was opening up.

"Be prepared for the smell. It's pretty far gone." Grimmjow pulled the open sides apart swiftly, then stepped back.

"What is..." Ichigo stopped when he saw orange tufts of hair. The head was turned at a weird angle, like the neck had been broken. The skin had a hue of sickly yellow, with splotches of purple and blue around the mouth and eyes. The smell hit him and his gorge rose. He gagged and stared at his dead human body with disbelief.

"What were you expecting to see there, Ichigo? Surly you had to know you died?"

"I..no, I didn't," He closed his eyes and turned his head away from it, disgusted more by the soft way Aizen was holding him now, like trying to give him a sick kind of comfort.

"Well, no matter. No longer a substitute shinigami for you, Ichigo. Now a full shinigami. How does it make you feel?"

He swallowed. "Empty." That gave Aizen a reason to laugh, and Ichigo felt his body shake against him as his arms came more snugly around to hold him still. He had died, like so many others. Only difference was, the others were the lucky ones.

"What do you want me to do with the body, Aizen?" Grimmjow asked.

"Burn it."

Ichigo looked at Uryu. "Well, maybe you're right. Maybe I'll get even stronger," he whispered.

"Then what would you do, Ichigo? Break us out? Where would we go? Our world is a graveyard now." His eyes were pained as he spoke, and he shivered again as the drug took affect of his senses.

"Getting somewhere isn't really my concern. Killing them is."

"You've become bloodthirsty," Uryu said, eyes meeting his.

"Guess that's what happens to a prisoner of war," he said.

"I suppose it does," Uryu breathed and gripped the table with a soft whimper.

"Damn. Uryu, is there anything I can do to help you?"

Uryu chuckled. "Not much you can do." His eyes rolled closed and he gasped. "I think..he gave me a stronger dose this time."

"Oh man." Ichigo got up and came around to slide beside him on the bench seat. It shouldn't be this way. Uryu should still be hard as nails in attitude and strength.

"No, don't touch.." Uryu moaned and shuddered when Ichigo put and arm around his shoulders.

"You're that sensitive?"

"You have no idea." Uryu tilted his face up to look at him, his skin a deep rosy pink now. "Every touch is like a building orgasm." Ichigo swallowed and moved his arm out of respect for his torment, but froze when Uryu pressed closer against him. "I'm sorry. I just..trust you, Ichigo." He shivered. "Help me."

"What?"

"Touch me. I'd rather it be you than Mayuri," his voice cracked. Ichigo looked toward the door that was being guarded, seeing the back of Grimmjow's head through the small window at the top. He took an uneasy breath and looked back at Uryu. His friend's eyes were heavy and glassy with lust, and small shivers kept shaking his lean body. "Please. As hopped up as he has me, it won't take much."

"Alright." Ichigo licked his lips, and took another glance at the door. Grimmjow hadn't moved. Ichigo looked down at Uryu. He was wearing a snow white robe, the only attire that Kurotsuchi allowed him to wear. Uryu mentioned once that the shinigami had told him it was easy access to his body, whether it was for tests or sex. The cloth was tented up from his erection, and he could see a small wet spot from pre-cum staining the material. "Relax against me," he whispered.

Uryu leaned more to him, head resting onto his shoulder. Ichigo slid his hand down, pulling the robe up along his legs and over his lap. Uryu was nude beneath and Ichigo felt his face heat up. His erection was jerking and leaking freely. He looked about to burst and he hadn't even touched him yet intimately yet.

"I'm sorry," Uryu said under his breath and moaned again, unable to help himself.

"It's okay." The dark haired young man shivered and moaned louder. "Shh." Uryu didn't seem to hear him, hips rocking on the seat, his voice rising with the need to be touched. Ichigo covered his mouth with a kiss, meant only to smother his needy sounds. He blinked when Uryu's tongue slipped past his lips to eagerly roll around his mouth. Ichigo just went with it, easing his hand around Uryu's swollen cock.

"It didn't take long for you to turn into a slut, did it, little Quincy?" The voice froze Ichigo and he pulled from the kiss and met the eyes of Mayuri Kurotsuchi. His freakish face was inches from his own, and Ichigo jerked away, not able to stand being that close to the man. Uryu shuddered and tried unsuccessfully to get up when Kurotsuchi snatched at his arm and held him down on the seat. "I didn't think you'd succumb that quickly."

"Bastard, you pumped me full of that shit!" Uryu yelled as his body kept shuddering with arousal. Ichigo felt a strange relief to see that Uryu had not lost all of his fight completely. His eyes that were still hazy were now angry with hate for the man gripping his arm.

"You have limits that I will always test, boy." His long nails traced under Uryu's chin, sending his body to trembling again with sensations. Kurotsuchi put his eyes on Ichigo, teeth clamped together in a twisted grin. "Thank you for your participation in my experiment. I wasn't sure that he would ask you for assistance, or even if you would agree when he did. Very pleasing results."

"Keep smiling like that and I'll knock your fucking teeth in, freak!" Ichigo snarled and stood.

"Ichigo, don't," Uryu struggled to say through tremors.

"Please, try it," Kurotsuchi said with a wider grin, making a show of caressing Uryu's flushed cheek. "I would enjoy crushing you into a pulp," he snickered. "You're weak. You didn't even feel my reiatsu when I entered the room."

"Thanks to you because of this ball and chain you created," Ichigo said, touching the cool black metal around his neck.

"That's right, and you'll be hard pressed to overpower that one, boy. If you were lucky enough, I would just make another."

"I fucking hate you," Ichigo said without much force behind it and looked away from the mad scientist.

"Oh, that hurts." Kurotsuchi pulled Uryu up roughly. "That was sarcasm, by the way." Then he abruptly pulled Uryu from the room.

"Sorry, Ichigo," Uryu whimpered before he was taken through the door.


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Ichigo walked along the hall, Grimmjow behind him to take him back to his room. The espada had silently waved him out minutes after Kurotsuchi had taken Uryu away. Ichigo really wasn't ready to go back yet, but he wasn't about to try arguing either. His whole visit with Uryu left him feeling more determined to get free. He wanted to be outside for some fresh air, or as fresh as you could get in Hueco Mundo. He started to turn a corner that led to his room, but Grimmjow's hand clamped around his arm to pull him in another direction.

"What are you doing?"

"Quiet," he growled low, and pulled the confused young man down another deserted hallway. Ichigo went speechless as he was forcibly pulled along. Grimmjow opened a door and yanked him inside before he shut and latched it locked behind them.

"Grimmjow, what is this about?" Ichigo backed away, wondering if Kurotsuchi had ordered him to be punished. Grimmjow walked quick and aggressively against him until Ichigo's back was pressed to the wall.

"Be silent and listen to me," Grimmjow whispered, face so close Ichigo could feel his breath against his lips. Ichigo nodded slightly, figuring it best to just do as he said. "I heard everything you and Uryu were saying. Even whispering, you must be careful of who could be listening."

Ichigo's stomach dropped. "So, you're going to tell Aizen what I'll be trying to do then, right?"

Grimmjow smirked. "No, and don't worry, Kurotsuchi didn't hear either."

"No?" Ichigo blinked. "Why wouldn't you tell?"

"I hate Aizen. I always have."

"Why are you telling me this?" The espada's body pressed against his and Ichigo swallowed, thumping his head against the wall to avoid his seeking lips.

"Are you afraid of me, Ichigo?" Grimmjow smirked again, and pulled his face away a fraction.

"No," he said, and meant it.

Grimmjow looked pleased. "I've always known how powerful you really were. Even back when I first saw you. You aren't like the other shinigami in many ways."

"Not so powerful. I lost." Grimmjow gripped his chin, firm, but not painful. "What?" Ichigo gasped.

"Your power still grows. Those shinigami may not feel or believe it, but I know you will become even more powerful." Ichigo watched him silently, uneasy, yet intrigued. "I will tell you something else." His fingers reached up and traced over the collar. Ichigo could back away no further when he tried, and could only downcast his eyes to watch his hand's movement. "This new collar not only blocks your reiatsu, but it cannot be sensed by anyone here now."

"What?"

"I overheard Kurotsuchi talking to Aizen. He said that since he had to make a more powerful block, that sensing your reiatsu would become impossible."

"Uryu would have noticed that and told me."

Grimmjow shook his head. "Your friend has been weakened since being subjected to Kurotsuchi's whims. The boy rarely notices anything." Ichigo thought of how Uryu was acting, and knew Grimmjow was telling the truth.

"Even though you hate Aizen, still, why are you telling me all this?" he whispered and looked up at him, again thumping his head back when Grimmjow moved his face close.

"Aizen has lost some of his charm with most the arrancar that survived the war, but yet we still show him honor and respect out of fear. There is no doubt that he is extremely powerful. I think the shinigami were right, and you were meant to defeat him. You were not given the luxury of time to hone your strength, and you failed."

"That word again, " Ichigo muttered, and looked away from him. "We're still enemies, Grimmjow. You all destroyed my world and soul society."

"The arrancar's true goal was not total destruction. That was what Aizen's goal was." He grabbed Ichigo's chin again to turn his head to face him. "We were following because he had power."

"Just take me back to my room now, Grimmjow," he whispered, frowning, confused and shaken.

Grimmjow shook his head. "No, not yet. Aizen is busy conducting business elsewhere."

"What else do you want?"

"Aizen shouldn't have you. He doesn't deserve you." Grimmjow cupped his cheek and pressed his lips to Ichigo's before the young man knew what was happening. His lips parted to protest, but it only invited Grimmjow's slick tongue inside to explore. He pushed against his chest, but he was like a brick wall pressing in on him. He turned his head and the kiss broke, only because Grimmjow allowed it to. "I want you," the espada rasped against his ear. Ichigo shuddered. "If you were mine, I would never just take from you like Aizen does," he insisted, grinding his groin against Ichigo's.

"Grimmjow," he groaned, the grinding motion waking up his flesh. He shuddered again, but it wasn't like with Aizen; that disgust for himself as well as his Master. He was genuinely getting aroused, and it was a incredible feeling. "Yes," he gasped before he turned his head back and stole his own kiss, tongues meeting with equal fury, dancing and delving passionately. His hand lifted to Grimmjow's face to touch over the hard bone over his cheek, satisfying his curiosity of how it felt.

Grimmjow's hands were at Ichigo's sides and yanking down his pants in seconds, freeing his erection. Ichigo, not to be outdone, lowered his hands and tugged the espada's pants open and reached in to wrap his fingers around, hot, hard flesh. He stroked as a willing lover would, rocking his own hips and moaning with approval when Grimmjow mimicked the touch on his cock.

"Wrap your legs around me," Grimmjow said, not ordering, but more as a soft request, helping to lift Ichigo up when he brought his legs up to comply.

"Fuck," Ichigo whispered, resting his head and back on the wall, pinned by Grimmjow's body, their cock pressed snug together. This was a twist he had never expected to happen, but he enthusiastically rolled with it, jerking his hips when Grimmjow's hand pressed their cocks together to stroke. There wasn't a single piece of furniture in the room for them to use, but Ichigo wasn't feeling any bit of complaint as shudders of pleasure took over.

"You're mine, Ichigo," Grimmjow panted over the slapping sound of flesh. "Any time he takes you, any time he says you belong to him. You will know it's really me you belong to. And I belong to you."

"Yes," Ichigo gasped, hand joining to rub over their joined cocks, hips jerking for a climax that was already threatening to overwhelm him. Ichigo growled and gripped Grimmjow's hair, pulling his lips to his for a hungry kiss that didn't break until they were both crying out, their seed spending hot over their hands. In the back of his mind Ichigo wondered if he should really be trusting this espada. After all, he had been part of the destruction of his world. In the end, he was too lost in pleasure to think at all.