[Dicontinued] Fire and Ice

Title: Fire and Ice

Author: Kokuchou Kayou Studios

Pairings: Kurosaki Ichigo/Kuchiki Byakuya, Others…As We See Fit!

Summary: Ichigo is called to replace Renji as Vice Captain temporarily. Sparks fly between Byakuya and Kurosaki, and they aren’t necessarily the nice sparks.

Warnings: Yaoi, UST, Angst

Disclaimer: We don’t own Bleach or Ichigo or Byakuya because we are not Kubo Tite. If we were guys, this wouldn’t be half as much fun.

Note: Yay! Update! Anyway, enjoy this bit of smut.

Also, anyone going to Akon is more than welcome to contact BG-sama or Brightside-chan in order to complete our plans for a dinner. We already have a few attending, not to mention the fact that BG-sama is a Ranger and will be there as an emissary as well.

Can’t find BG? She’ll be the only Matsumoto-fukutaicho there. *laugh*

Chapter 30: The Howls of Absolute Fury

Gin made a soft noise of content after Aizen had finished petting him as if he were a household cat, and he stretched out across Aizen's lap, cuddled firmly against his lover's chest. "Aizen-sama, I go' some info recen'ly that'cha migh' like." He pushed Aizen's hair back into place, it having fallen out during their romp. He had grown to like it better this way, even if he had once decided on something very different later.

"I 'ave a 'formant tha' tol' me 'bout the Kurosaki an' 'is Hollow." He slurred out, making a noise like a contented kitten, draping himself limply over the throne so that he was looking at the wall rather than at his lover, amusing himself with his own flexibility. "'E was fuckin' Byakuya-sama - t'e Hollow." Gin giggled softly, his wide smile plastered back on his face.

"'E's attached ta 'im. We got evidence ta back it up. My little Izuru 'as bin observin' everythin' real close, jus' like I tol' 'im."

Aizen’s face didn’t register surprise as he stood and brushed his lips across Ichimaru’s hair. He paced when he considered things, walking through the halls of the palace, not really caring to the stares of the Espada as he strode quietly. But here, in the throne room, his thoughts and feelings took the form of words as he considered them, plans forming and falling from his lips to Ichimaru, even though he didn’t trust him as much as Gin would have liked him to.

He glanced up to his lover, who was haphazardly sprawled on the throne that Aizen occupied with boredom, and he paused his steps. “Perhaps Kurosaki-fukutaicho would accept an extended invitation if he were coming for a different reason than to join our side?” His handsome face reflected the false compassion that it usually did, and he smiled tenderly at Gin. “Maybe we should invite Kuchiki-taicho to dinner this evening, my love.”

Gin stretched out once more, slipping off Aizen's throne to stand upright, his smile turning to a grin. "If my info's righ', Aizen-sama, Kurosaki is ou' wit' Hisagi-kun an' Abarai-kun 'dis evenin'." He snickered softly, one lithe hand coming to his mouth to muffle the noises of amusement. "So Byakuya-sama shoul' be a' 'ome." He carefully summoned reiatsu to his fingertips and pulled the pixels that made it up downward, the squares pulling apart with a loud ripping noise an awful lot like a zip.

"Af'er you, Sousuke." He purred softly, bowing to his lover and motioning to the dark doorway he'd made. They both knew Seireitei would be unprepared for their arrival, no matter how blatant they could be with their entry, and a singled out Captain would hardly be knowing of their arrival.

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Byakuya was sleeping quietly on the futon in his room, body stretched out under silken covers and warm comforters that seemed to meld themselves to his beautiful body. Jiku had been rather worried when his master had gone to bed so early, but it seemed with the upcoming confrontation, and the previous couple of days, Byakuya had been exhausted, depressed, and rather listless.

The man had requested help stripping down to nothing, preferring to sleep nude this evening which was not quite out of the ordinary. Jiku had combed his raven hair until it shown in the dusk and had rubbed Byakuya’s aching back down with the usual jasmine oil the nobleman preferred. He’d even sat with him quietly until the steel blue eyes had fluttered closed and the man’s breathing had evened out.

In his sleep, Byakuya’s energy rested around him, untainted, unconfined, and content, and everyone who was attuned to him in Seireitei knew when he slept. Especially Renji and Ichigo.

Gin was the first to arrive, unzipping the pixels as he had done before, but doing so slowly so as not to create as much noise, stepping through the house with a mouse-like quality, knowing where Byakuya's room was from his explorations at the New Years party that had always occurred in the large manor.

He opened the door silently, and knelt beside Byakuya, resting his hand over the delicate lips first softly and then roughly, holding him down to prevent noise. "Shh, Byakuya-sama. We jus' wanna invite you ta dinner. Ain' tha' righ', Aizen-dono?" The captain stood in the doorway with the same broad smile, the door slipping shut. "It is." Gin's energy had bubbled around Byakuya, preventing a distress signal but keeping the same, undistracted reiatsu in the room around them.

But Byakuya didn't need to know anything like that - the distress would just work better with Aizen's plan. "Don't worry, Kuchiki-taichou. You'll be treated appropriately for someone of your status."

Byakuya’s steel blue eyes flashed open, and immediately, he glared at Gin. What in the nine hells could these bastards want with him? He was insignificant in their plans. His lithe hands rose and wrapped around Gin’s hand that had sealed his mouth, and he tried to exercise a bone crushing grip, but the Kuchiki was not a close range fighter, and his strength was nothing compared to the two of these Shinigami.

He glared daggers at Gin, and disregarding his nudity, he bucked, freed a leg, and sent a knee right into the man’s temple just hard enough to free himself and stand up, hand reaching for a sheet to cover himself as he stood panting in the corner of his room, eyes blazing with fury.

“What do you want with me?” He demanded darkly. Byakuya was beautiful, body lithe with muscles and pale, flawless skin that only contrasted against the dark blue sheet he was holding precariously in front of him, clutched in one fist while the other hand remained free to defend.

Gin had grunted in pain as he was sent sprawling into the wall, growling softly as he shook himself free of the sudden anger that had befallen upon him. "Maa... Tha' 'ur'." He stood up, balancing himself against one wall and then advancing towards Byakuya, his angry gaze hidden in his squint. However, Aizen had enough sense to clear his throat loudly, one eyebrow slightly raised at Gin.

However, both captains were momentarily distracted and the door flew open, exposing Renji and Ichigo with Zanpaktou drawn. "Wha-" Renji's sentence went unfinished, an unseen blade cutting through most of his torso and stealing his breath, both lungs punctured and his heart in two pieces. Gin felt blood spattering his face, and he wiped it away, holding his hand to the moonlight and smirking softly, wiping it on the desk that sat beside him.

Ichigo had rushed forward, one hand extended, but he stopped dead, mouth half open and his face the mirror image of one in complete agony and shock as his body split apart, his torso slipping to the ground with a gruesome thud and his legs buckling in the opposite direction. Gin put on a horrified face, his eyes opening. "Aizen-dono, they won't be able to put him back together again."

"I'm aware of that, Gin." Aizen strode forward and tilted Byakuya's head to look at him. "You could have spared this bloodshed, Byakuya. Your servant boy will come rushing in at any moment-" He ripped apart the pixels of Seireitei, pulling a doorway for them. "And you can spare he life by simply following us."

Byakuya had watched the scene with wide, shocked eyes, his expressionless face contorting to pain and then to horror. The last move, ripping Ichigo apart in front of his eyes sent him into a rage, his reiatsu flaring out around him, knocking back Aizen’s hand, and his blue eyes fixed on Gin, and he rushed him, slamming the shorter man against the wall, his hands immediately going to his throat.

The sheet that had been tucked to his waist was splattered with darker blood, and his feet were slipping on the substance on the floor, turning him pale and sick even as he tried to choke the life from Gin. For the first time in his life, Byakuya lost control of his emotions, and pure rage seethed from his entire being, too angry to scream, too full of rage to insult his opponent.

The only intent in his entire being was the intent to kill, destroy, and torture the man who had just killed his precious lover and his Vice Captain. “Bastard.” He hissed. “I’ll break your neck.” Then, Aizen spoke of Jiku, and Byakuya’s eyes widened. He was only a child.

His favorite servant of all, and the thought of him being…ripped apart. Slowly, his hands released Gin’s throat, and he stepped back, his hand going to the sheet again to hold it up. “Spare him, and I will go.” He answered, eyes still filled with rage.

"Clever." Aizen's gaze darted to Gin, promising him his revenge, and took Byakuya by the forearm, leading him through the passageway like a father would lead his child through the dark, the gentle thudding footsteps approaching the room with the door still wide open.

Gin, pouting, followed them through, but the door didn't close quickly enough not to let the screams of a horrified child echo all the way back to Hueco Mundo, leaving even Gin with a gentle shudder to run along his spine. But, even that was cured with the knowing Byakuya would get his punishment for depriving him of air, even if it was for only a few seconds.

Byakuya didn’t drop his chin as he was led down the halls of the palace in the drab, dreary world, his steel blue eyes meeting several familiar faces. He didn’t like this place in it’s nondescript elegance, and he found himself stiffening as even a few of the Arrancar passed and brushed their pale fingers along the expanse of his body, no doubt earning a glare or two from Aizen.

Byakuya was beginning to shiver from the cold, the sheet wrapped around his waist not enough to keep the cold at bay in this place, and he began to cough lightly, his delicate body revolting against him because of the punishment it was being put through. “Aizen, I’m cold.” He growled. Byakuya’s voice was not any more submissive than it ever was, but the shivers that were wracking him were actually starting to hurt. “I need clothes.”

Aizen ignored him until they reached his quarters, at which point the former captain, with his deceptive smile, placed a hand on Byakuya's back, pushing him through the door and closing it before Gin could come through, earning him an indignant huffing sound from the other side of the door and the footsteps as his lover angrily stormed away. The door having closed, however, the room was much warmer, one of the only heated rooms in the desolate place.

"Is this to your liking, Kuchiki-sama?" He unzipped his jacket, the padding much more than that of Shinigami’s robes to keep the cold from Hueco Mundo seeping through. The hakama was enough to keep him aired, although he planned on ridding himself of those quite soon, too. "However... I will have to be harsh with you. After all, no one aside from myself is allowed to touch Gin in such a manner as you did previously. It was rather out of character for you to behave in such a manner, I must comment."

“Your bastard accomplice killed my vice captain and Hisagi-taicho’s vice captain.” Byakuya glared. “How is it out of character for me?” He wouldn’t admit the truth to this bastard that he was in love with Ichigo since it was none of his business. He couldn’t help a soft, sighing deep breath as the warmth of the room wrapped around him, and he nearly relaxed before realizing with alarm that Aizen was unzipping his jacket.

It wasn’t too much of a shock, really, the room was warm and inviting, much like his own mansion, but it was the gaze in those impossibly passionate chocolate eyes that had him taking a step back, the backs of his thighs colliding with a western style bed in the middle of the room. “No matter what you do to me…” Byakuya growled with more conviction than he felt, “…You won’t get what you want from me.”

Aizen chuckled softly, advancing further towards Byakuya until the captain fell backwards. "You should know by now my persuasive abilities are much better than many perceive."

With his smirk, so very deceptive, he leant in close, his lips hovering just about Byakuya's as his hand wandered elsewhere, one delving under the pillow above the all-but-stoic captain's head. He felt hands on his shoulders trying to push him away with hardly any strength, and he couldn't help but smirk, his one spare hand scooping Byakuya's wrists into a painfully tight grasp before silk bonds, attached to the headboard, were slipped around them, holding the captain's wrists above his head.

"And I think you'll find that I am much better at getting what I want, Byakuya." He had eased himself between the captain's legs already, his nails digging roughly into the unmarred skin enough to draw blood. "But you know, Byakuya... there was no reason for you to take it out on Gin."

His smile was vicious as he pulled Byakuya's legs further apart, the same silk ties binding his ankles apart. His mouth neared the captain's ear, lips parted. "Because it was me who killed them." He purred out, his hands rough as they moved across the naked body. "Kyoka Suigetsu was the one who ripped you precious lovers apart."

Byakuya roared in fury, suddenly lunging against the binds just to be pressed back into the bed by the other’s weight, and his steel blue eyes flashed his fury. Ichigo. Renji. Blood. Suddenly, the reality of his situation came crashing down on him, and his glare lessened into a wide eyed, shocked stare. Blood. It had been everywhere.

He suddenly remembered it caked the bottom of his feet and stained the sheet that was almost pulled off of him, and he was suddenly frantic to have it away from his skin. Away from him. Hopelessness settled into his heart, and struggling suddenly became a mute point. Renji and Ichigo…they had been the break from his monotony and depression, and without them, his life was a pointless circle to serve no one but himself.

He quietly laid back in the pillows, the usual stoic gaze giving way to a completely empty stare, blue eyes focusing no where in particular as he stopped fighting and lay back. “Do what you wish to me.” Byakuya bid Aizen. “I am nothing.”

Aizen chuckled, pulling away the sheet from Byakuya's hips. "See? It wasn't so hard to submit to me." He murmured softly, using that same sheet to wipe the blood away from the soles of the nobleman's feet and then tossing it away.

"Now..." His lips brushed across previously forbidden flesh, followed by his fingers. But forbidden flesh was all of it, the only chance he'd ever gotten to touch the nobleman being the fleeting passes in the hallways where his fingers would 'accidentally' brush against Byakuya's. "...Let me hear how loud you scream. It seems our informant was slightly vague on those details, after all..."

His fingers clawed along Byakuya's spread thighs, leaving dribbles of blood much deeper than fingers could leave. "So I want to know first hand just how well-pampered you are...mongrel."

Byakuya didn’t even flinch as the blood dripped off of his thighs onto the white, non descript sheets. His eyes grew cold and distant, and he leaned back into the pillows, his shoulders relaxing and his fingers stretching out in a placating manner, giving up his only aggression.

Without Ichigo, Byakuya found himself indifferent to what happened to him, and it was apparent in the way his entire body seemed to go from rigid and aggressive to relaxed and defeated. The Kuchiki heir had never admitted defeat, but even now, the pain that wrenched through his body from the nails of his enemy didn’t even compare to the misery that had set itself firmly in his heart. In all of his existence, Byakuya had never been so lost.

So defeated.

In the end, it was a strawberry headed boy that defeated him, not with violence, but with love.

Aizen's eyes narrowed, and he sat back for a moment, examining the far away look in the distant eyes of the Kuchiki heir. Well, this would certainly be one way to award the Arrancar that had remained loyal to him, and a way to please his lover after being so cold. He clambered off the bed, and walked toward the door, glad to see Ulquoirra walking by at that precise moment.

"Ulquoirra." Those cold green eyes turned to him, and his soft, airy voice rang through the empty hallway.

"Yes, Aizen-sama?"

"Attend to Kuchiki-sama. Make sure he's well prepared for your brothers." The Arrancar bowed, and Aizen disappeared off into the hallways, taking his jacket with him. Now to decide upon which Arrancar to award. The dark-haired man moved through the doorway with grace, closing the heavy wooden slab behind him.

"As of Aizen's orders, I shall be attending to you and making sure you are prepared." This was hardly trash that lay before him. It was a nobleman, as was obvious by the ornaments in Byakuya's hair. "I'm sorry for your loss." He murmured quietly, knowing well where Aizen kept his lubricant.

It was hardly a secret.

He pulled the small tube from under the pillow, coating his strangely long fingers in the thick fluid, and pushing a single digit into the exposed opening, saying nothing more. He knew well who Aizen would be choosing - but it was best not to think of that.

Byakuya didn’t even look mildly worried as the Arrancar entered the room. He seemed to be a beautiful creature, full of the same arrogance Byakuya himself possessed, but at the same time, there seemed to be a lack of life in those impossibly empty emerald eyes.

The whispered condolence was only a mere echo in his mind, but when the finger pierced inside of his body, Byakuya actually felt a light appreciation that this Arrancar was not hurting him as Aizen had so obviously wanted to do, and he allowed himself to relax further, fingers twisting quietly into his palms, tingling and tinting blue from the binds he was subjected to.

He didn’t care.

The Arrancar before him hit that spot inside of him, and before he could stop himself, Byakuya let loose a low, throaty moan, a tiny reminder that he was still human.

Ulquoirra almost jumped at the throaty sound of appreciation from Byakuya, never once having heard such a noise. He had always been silent during this kind of treatment, never finding it pleasurable, and Grimmjow making enough noise to compensate for the both of them and maybe another. Such an odd... human thing. Upon seeing that Byakuya's fingers were slowly tinting blue, he looked the nobleman dead in the eyes.

"Will you try to struggle, Shinigami?" He wormed another finger inside the nobleman, looking almost shocked at the warmth encased around his fingers. This was so strange - he'd always hear Grimmjow mumbling about how cold blooded they were, and this sheer warmth was so odd to him that he simply had to feel more of this warm skin. His cold fingers drifted over the heated skin, jumping softly whenever Byakuya would twitch in response to his gentle touch.

The nobleman didn’t understand why this creature was being so gentle with him. The only mixture was the unending pleasure mixing with incapacitating despair, making the Shinigami captain nearly buckle. As long as Aizen had been cruel to him, Byakuya could look away and ignore the pain, as long as he concentrated on the misery in his heart, but now, there was only pleasure coming from this strange, beautiful Arrancar whose eyes seemed curious and empty at the same time.

Then, fingers, cool fingers, ghosted over his pale, beautifully defined muscles, and Byakuya arched sharply into them, a low moan escaping his throat against as he subconsciously pressed his hips down into the fingers that were stretching him so gently. He panted softly, his cold steel eyes looking directly into the Arrancar’s eyes. “W-Why…”

Ulquoirra's hands drifted over the blood on Byakuya's thighs, the coolness of it almost startling. Even in the warmth of this room, this captain's blood was cold? The curious Arrancar leant down and lapped at the cuts, drawing back sharply as the coolness melted away into searing warmth. Like fire against his tongue. He clasped one hand to his mouth, still not showing emotion aside from curiosity as the burning faded away.

His fingers continued to work on opening up the nobleman's entrance, sure that whichever espada that would open the door would not be as kind as to stretch it beforehand.

"...It's strange." Ulquoirra answered, breaking eye contact with the nobleman to rove along the body, eyes finally settling on the erection that dribbled translucent fluid, watching it as more spilled from the tip. In curiosity, his thumb ran over the fluid, surprised to see that it too was warm to the touch. What strange creatures these humans were.

Or were Shinigami no longer human, just as Arrancar were no longer Shinigami?

Just as Hollow were?

The door creaked open, and four footsteps followed, which Ulquoirra hadn't been expecting. Grimmjow and Arronio... that wasn't what he'd expected, either. The two espada strode to the bed, inspecting the beautiful nobleman that had been tied there, Grimmjow with interest, and Arronio with something akin to pity. However, his face being covered as such, it was hardly noticeable. Grimmjow couldn't help but snicker, tilting Byakuya's head towards his.

"Itadakimasu."

As his lips sealed against the nobleman's, the two other espada had to look away. Grimmjow, of all espada to be chosen. Ulquoirra knew the true brunt of his sexual appetite, and he too felt pity for Byakuya. He felt a tapping finger on his shoulder, and moved out of the way for Arronio, who took over his job, leaving him watching just as Aizen and Gin were.

Byakuya went into a series of struggles, suddenly renewed from his sorrow by the other’s lips that he couldn’t seem to get away from. He bit Grimmjow’s lip viciously, and he kicked at him, and struggled against his bonds to no avail, his grey eyes filled with viciousness. “Get away from me!”

The fingers pulled out of his body, and Byakuya couldn’t help but shiver and moan delicately, hips arching up, searching for more. He was allowed his desire as soon as he nearly begged for it, and he gasped softly as that place inside of him was brushed over and over again by experienced fingers. Grimmjow had been bucked back enough by Byakuya heaving body that the third came into view, and Byakuya’s eyes widened.

He was a horrible thing, the mask devoid of any personality or beauty, but the fingers inside of him were so damn gentle that Byakuya couldn’t help his body’s reaction. He bit at Grimmjow’s lip again and he snarled at him wolfishly before dissolving into a another moan from those fingers. “St-Stop!” He whispered. “Stop this foolishness…” It was only torture.

"I did tell you, Byakuya." Aizen had taken a seat, Gin sitting on his lap and watching with eager, sadistic eyes. "You will be punished for harming Gin. This is your punishment."


Up Next: Chapter 31: The Revelation and Reason

The creature beneath him tightened around his cock, and the nobleman let loose a cry, tinted with anguish and happiness in one. He was so filled with pleasure that he lost himself in it, drowning out the pain and misery of Ichigo’s death for a split second as he spilled himself inside of the pretty Arrancar beneath him. Byakuya panted hotly into Ulquoirra’s neck…

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