[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: Dear God. We’re back. Not too many chapters left to go, and we apologize for the wait. We love you all, and we want you to know that we love all the reviews we’ve gotten… even the stupid ones.

Chapter 34: The Battle to End All Battles (Part Two)

Grimmjow had been waiting for a while for the two of them to pass, and met eyes with the bleached Ichigo as he passed. He’d been keeping himself discreet from the rest of the Shinigami, most of them too absorbed in their battles with ‘weak’ Hollow and Arrancar to really pay attention to him, flitting in the background as he searched for the brat.

Ogichi’s eyes narrowed at the Sexta espada, and he held Byakuya just a bit closer to him, his lover still weak at the knees and asleep from their sex, exhausted from the way he’d been treated. Had he remembered his reiatsu as one of the ones that had been skimmed across Byakuya’s skin, Grimmjow would have been dead.

But with the information he’d gotten from the silver-haired Shinigami before… this one would take proper care of Byakuya. Grudgingly, he handed his lover over to the blue-haired Espada, and snarled something about a long, painful castration, gripping Grimmjow briefly by the throat.

“Aizen’s thatta way, brat. Don’t worry about this one, I’ll take proper good care of him.”

Byakuya clung to Ogichi for a bit longer before he allowed himself to be pressed against the sixth espada, his eyes glancing up into Grimmjow’s blazing depths. Really, in Byakuya’s mind, while Grimmjow reminded him painfully of Zaraki, he was the most beautiful of the espada, his wild nature and desire for life far outweighing anything any of the others could show.

“You…” He remembered Grimmjow vaguely, his muddled mind remembering the harshness of his voice, his hands, and the vicious movements of how he’d handled Ulquiorra when he’d been beneath Byakuya, quietly writhing in his stoic pleasure.

Then why, after all that, did Ogichi just readily hand him over to the bastard? Byakuya felt mild annoyance, his body too tired to actually encompass being pissed off at the moment. His fingers tangled in the front of Grimmjow’s vest, shocked to find that the sections of skin pressed against his chest through the thin layer of white he wore was so hot.

The warmth soothed him, and Byakuya attempted to straighten himself with no avail. Damn being so delicate!

“Stop yer wrigglin’.” Grimmjow grumbled, shifting him so that he was slightly easier to carry, and straightening him out in the process. “C’mon. ‘m gonna get ya to th’ ‘enemy’ lines, an’ then ‘m gonna bolt it before yer buddies come an’ try to whoop my ass.”

He took off, then, passing by one captain, two captains, and then weaklings the rest of the way. He knew that somehow Ogichi had found out about his dirty little secret, and he would pay for it later, but it would be worth it. He had a favor to return, after all.

Very discreetly, he snuck into the makeshift tents for the 4th division, and lay Byakuya down on a spare bed close to the entrance, punching him gently in the arm.

“Hang in there. He’ll be back before long.”

With a flare of his reiatsu, he was gone, leaving the entire 4th division bewildered and looking directly at Byakuya.

~*~*~

"Sousuke, stop fussin' o'er me." Gin was getting alittle annoyed tat he was being cleaned away and probed at if Sousuke wasn't going to fuck him raw, but he had prove to be much too gentle for that. "Sousuke! Tha' tickles..."

The silver-haired man managed a light giggle as his lover's surprisingly gentle hands ran up his sides, making his aching arousal twitch, and still he got no attention. "'m fine, sto' i'. Ulquoirra's watchin', don' ge' all sappy." The creature sitting at the end of their bed with those big, sad eyes was looking at them longingly, and only Gin knew why.

He'd begun to crave the warmth that humans emitted, and had become rather reclusive, simply needing that warmth that Byakuya provided for him. He would prove necessary in the long run, no matter what he did - just so long as he did something. "Sousuke! If ya'ren' gonna fuck me or wha'ever, then sto', a'righ'? Ya've ma'e me 'ard."

Aizen ignored the other’s struggling as his fingers brushed down Gin’s sides, frowning at the swelling of the broken ribs before sighing at the other’s lewd comment. “It’s not my intention to turn you on,” he grumbled. “I can’t believe you let him do this to you.” His dark eyes and extraordinary face always seemed to carry a compassionate expression, not always a lie as compared to how he fussed over Gin like a man would fuss over his favorite pet.

“This is ludicrous.” His hand patiently pulled blood sticky robes from the lithe body, and the cleaning cloth was once again dipped in pink water, allowing the darker of the two to wipe away the dried and sticky mess from between his lover’s thighs. “Am I not good enough for you, Gin-kun?” His chocolate eyes rose, grave and filled with rejection.

Gin had wanted Ogichi to hurt him, and that wounded Aizen more than he cared to admit.

"You're perfec' fer me, Sousuke." Gin purred it, sitting up and not caring for the clicks of his ribs as he did so. "Bu' I don' like i' when ya touch someone else." It was a payback, and one that he had enjoyed every moment of. "I don' like i' a' all, yanno." He'd paid more attention to Byakuya than he'd paid to Gin, and that had agitated him - just alittle. "An' I coul' 'ave fergiv'n i', had ya come back ta me an' make me hur' twice as nice as ya had ma'e them." He slipped into Aizen's lap, kissing the corners of his lover's lips. Keep him distracted, keep him unaware. He knew the plan - he just had to work with it, and that was just what he planned to do. "I' makes me agi'a'ed... an' jealous." Gin pouted playfully, resting his hands on the older man's hips. "An' ya won' make i' up ta me now, ei'er? Yer bein' mean, Sousuke." He rocked forward slowly, the friction against his hardened organ wonderful. "Real mean..."

Aizen’s dark eyes were softening, and his long arms wrapped Gin slowly. “Stop it.” He wasn’t in the mood for this. He pulled Gin to his chest slowly, and his eyes rested on Ulquiorra who stood quietly at the foot of the throne as always, only watching, never commenting. This night, however, his green eyes seemed to be focused elsewhere, seeing Gin straddling Aizen, but not really thinking about the issue at hand.

That caught Aizen’s attention, and he glanced down at the Arrancar, a brow arching in question. The green eyes didn’t avert, but Ulquiorra’s face took on a rather uncomfortable expression. “I’m cold, Aizen-sama.”

While no one would have understood the simple statement, the Shinigami did, and so, he kissed Gin’s body and held him close, chin resting on his skinny shoulder as he looked down at the Espada. “He was rather warm, wasn’t he?” Aizen purred softly against Gin’s neck, and then, he licked across his shoulder gently. Gin was naked in front of the Espada watching them, bared lewdly to him, but Aizen only found it arousing. Gin was, after all, such a beautiful creature.

Gin smirked at Ulquiorra, tilting his head and allowing for Sousuke's fondness, which he would have rejected in a pout like this, had it been a regular day. Of course, today was hardly regular. And he knew that Ogichi would bide his time - he just needed him subdued, with his back away from the throne.

"Mmmhmm... We coul' a'ways sen' Ulki here ta track Kuchiki-taicho down. I' woul' lure Ichigo 'ere, no?" He giggled gently, knowing all Ulquiorra could think about was the warmth that the dark-haired noble had emitted, utterly selfish in his thoughts and not seeming to care.

"We'd keep ya warm, Ulquiorra, bu' we're no' warm like Kuchiki-san, ne?" The cold chill of the Hollow world had effected them more than they'd intended, of course, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was that they were here together, and then he could leave and warm himself with his beautiful Izuru once he got back to Soul Society.

Aizen reprimanded Gin for taunting the Arrancar, but he said nothing to Ulquiorra about being cold or wanting Byakuya to stay in Hueco Mundo. His long fingers brushed down Gin’s body, touching each bruise and scratch the Hollow had left, admiring the sheer brutality of Ichigo’s alter ego.

It always seemed that Aizen was looking at everyone with passionate, kind eyes, but Ulquiorra knew differently. Behind the façade of those beautiful expressions, the gentle touches, and the deceptively kind voice, there was a monster, brooding in his own hatred over a power that he’d never possess. His stoic green eyes didn’t deviate as Aizen’s hands became bolder and one wrapped around Gin’s cock.

“Since I am not sadistic enough for you, my dear Gin-kun, would you like me to throw you back to Kurosaki Ichigo for some more punishment?”

“M-mm… Sousuke~…” Gin’s head rolled back, his teeth biting into those thin lips of his. “’E on’y did I’ fer infermation, Sousuke. ‘E wan’ed ta know whur Byakuya was… an’ I fibbed. Jus’ a li’le.” He smirked , his hips rocking up. “So when ‘e foun’ ou’, ‘e punished me.”

He moaned at the mere memory of it, two fingers snaking to tease his opening, still torn even as the slow-working kidou stitched his flesh together, creating sensitive scars that made him jerk slightly, his skin heating up.

“He tore me jus’ li’e you use’ ta, Sousuke… I screamed fer you as I came…” He peered at Sousuke with his now open eyes, his smirk growing to a grin. “I remember when ya woul’n’ ‘ol’ back, Sousuke… When ya woul’ jus’ fuck me withou’ warnin’…”

He rubbed at his opening harder, pushing one finger within and letting out a series of wanton gasps and squeaks as the kidou was held up by his finger, wriggling and opening him further, widening the minute tears left.

“O-oh, Sousuke, Sousuke, Sou-suke~!” He sung out for the older man, his back arching as his release spattered his chest and his lover’s hand, his thighs trembling as he did so. “I miss those times, Sousuke-koi… ye’re no’ as bru’al anymore.”

Ulquiorra wanted to climb into Aizen’s lap and lavish the small amount of warmth between the two Shinigami that had captured his attention, but he refrained, watching with quiet, sad green eyes. Slowly, he moved away from the throne, and Aizen watched him retreat into the shadows of the room, his compassionate eyes closing as he raised his hand to his mouth and licked away Gin’s release from his fingers.

“You want me to hurt you, Gin? Isn’t enough enough?” He looked down into his lover’s face, lithe fingertips tracing over the high cheek bones, his dark eyes meeting the other’s crimson ruby eyes. “You would dream of me while another is tearing you apart? Do you know what that does to me?”

Aizen’s hands tightened on the other’s chin, and a terrifying gaze slid into his eyes, mixed with betrayal, pain, and something that could nearly be defined as insanity. He shoved Gin off of his lap onto the floor, and with a flourish, he stood, towering over the slender creature.

“You disgust me. Get out of my sight.”

"Frankly, Sousuke..." Gin stood, and ran his hands over Aizen's chest. "You should get out of mine." His voice sounded sisnister without his heavy slang. "Because I'm the one who rules over this place now. No Tousen to get in my way, and soon, there won't be a you to get in my way either." The silver-haired man giggled softly, and then ran his hands to rest on his lover's rump, the fingers teasing the taught flesh through the fabric of the hakama.

"You're so naive, Sousuke. You always thought that I would be loyal and loving, and you were so very wrong. Because in the end, it was me who planned your death." He was knocked aside by the back of Aizen's hand, and he toppled off the platform, his back hitting the cold stone floor with a thump and a heavy gasp of breath, but none of it mattered to him now.

Aizen’s dark eyes flashed, but the movement of air behind drew his attention. He pulled his zanpaktou only to clash with the Hollow’s, his eyes widening. He was here. With a smirk of victory, he raised his sword for another clash, but in the time he’d blinked, the Hollow was gone.

How was that possible? How did he disappear so suddenly? Aizen’s eyes hadn’t even caught the movement. He felt the air move again, and the hollow was on him, yellow eyes burning with insanity, lips hissing with quiet insults to upset Sousuke’s equilibrium. One of the first things the captain noticed was the sheer power that followed Ogichi through his movements.

Surely Kurosaki had some kind of power over this raging beast.

Aizen grunted as the tip of the hollow’s zanpaktou slashed across his beautiful face, and he smirked. Oh, this would be a grand creature to control. His movements were as graceful as a swan’s, and it had been amazing to blink and no longer see him there in front of himself. How could a mere human have so much power?

He turned to drive his sword into the other’s shoulder, but Ogichi was already behind Sousuke, twisting his blade through Sousuke's chest and creating a hole that Aizen had always been too terrified to create for himself.

Aizen screamed, and with a sharp intake of breath, he covered the wound with his hand, eyes glancing up before he smirked, and the likeness of him faded away. A clone, of course. Aizen wouldn’t be so foolish as to leave himself out in the open while a war raged on around his ears. His voice echoed sharply throughout the throne room, making Ogichi’s eyes narrow.

“Come and find me, Kurosaki, if you dare…”


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