Sinner

A/N: Yay! Another chapter! I am glad all of you guys are liking this fic. I really enjoy writing it. Yet, I just wanted to make sure and say something. I…don’t do rape. I just can’t bring myself to do it. The closest I can willingly get is dubious consent. So if you guys were expecting this to be a non consent fic…er, sorry. Please keep reading anyways? Alright, on to the reviews!

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Esther: Oh, trust me, I don’t plan to ever stop writing. Not when there is more Yaoi that needs to be produced into the world. I’m glad that you are liking the set up for the relationship. I am even happier that you like my reading at all. Thank you so much!

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Friend

Ichimaru watched as Nnoitra’s slender fingers fumbled with the tie around the small taicho’s waist. The once purely white haori that Hitsugaya wore was now covered and smeared in the captain’s blood. Once a seeming symbol of purity and now just as soiled and tainted as everything else in this hell of a world. Ichimaru would have figured it to be rather poetic if he had a taste for a such a thing.

His condescending grin stayed firmly in place as he watched the boy desperately try to fight the espada who was working quite joyously on undressing him. He continued to eye the child’s appearance, noticing how the blood that trailed tauntingly down his baby cheek had also found its way into his shock white hair, matting it and discoloring it the same is it did to his captain’s robe. Hitsugaya was breathing harshly in apparent panic and overwhelming fear, no longer worried about not acting like the child everyone viewed him to be, and only desperate to retain that innocence that being a child brought. And those eyes, those bright green eyes, were wide, helplessly desperate and…

Planted directly on him. It was as if Hitsugaya was almost…pleading to him.

Ya wanted ta be a man, Hitsugaya-taicho. This is wha’ happens when ya play with tha big kids.

He broke the eye contact that he held with Hitsugaya and instead let his slitted eyes wonder across the meeting hall. While his eyes scanned over every arrancar in the room, all the arrancar had their eyes focused unwaveringly on the struggling child prodigy in the center. Some faces were cold and just as vacant as they always were, only watching because it was expected of them, while others watched with a type of carnal glee that one might look on a helpless dog with just before they kicked it in the ribs. But most of all the emotion that he saw in those hollow eyes was…lust. It was not often that something so innocent and pretty was presented so deliciously helpless in front of them.

Some even began to adjust their pants, there hungry eyes never leaving the show. Ichimaru had the oddest feeling that he just perhaps wanted to viciously rip their eyeballs out of their sockets. In all actuality it wasn’t that uncommon of an urge for him, but it was what was causing the emotion that was the most puzzling. He pushed the feeling aside, his grin only widening.

Finally his gaze came to rest on his leader. Like everyone else, Aizen’s focus was in the center of the room, watching the display take place with a sadistic satisfaction hidden behind that warm and welcoming smile. Ichimaru expected no less from his eternal captain.

Ichimaru’s focus was ripped back to the center of the room by a small whimper, followed quickly by an outraged cry. “I’ll kill you Aizen! I swear it! Dammit…dammit, stop!” Hitsugaya’s voice was rasped by this point, tightened with desperation. He continued to struggle, never fully submitting, his pride not allowing him to.

“I’ll advise you against making threats in your position, Toshiro-kun.” There was a sharp smack heard throughout the room, and green eyes went impossibly wide as Hitsugaya’s head was forced to the side, his cheek already reddening as a small and pathetic cry of shock and pain fell from his parted, bloodied lips. Nnoitra only laughed cruelly as he continued with his task, the white and soiled haori falling forgotten to the floor. “Now be a good boy and be quiet.” Aizen finished, his voice as kind and unfazed as ever.

Ichimaru was not enjoying the show quite as much however. Of course, it was definitely a delightful bonus to see the little taicho bared before his eyes, discarded of those heavy robes that hid his tiny yet toned body from sight, but it wasn’t necessarily a view that he wanted to share with everyone else in the room, and Hitsugaya had such lovely skin that it was a shame to see it welted and reddened from the abuse that the espada’s hands could bring. He found himself not nearly as pleased as he would have liked. He was well aware of what this feeling was however. They called it jealousy…perhaps even possessiveness. Ah yes, he seemed to be slightly possessive of the child taicho.

How troublesome.

He felt something inside him snap as one beautifully paled shoulder was revealed to him- and the rest of the occupants of the room- reddened slightly from the blush that had undoubtedly spread its way over Hitsugaya’s entire body.

“No.” Hitsugaya’s voice was soft, barely heard over the somewhat quickened breathing of the espada in the room, but it was no less distressed then before, perhaps even more so now. And once again those eyes were on him. Looking at him as if he somehow could, or would be willing to help. Looking at him as if Ichimaru Gin had not stabbed countless people in the back hundreds of times over. Those eyes were far more trusting then they should have ever been when directed at him, and he found it to be disgusting, amusing and rather adorable all at once.

But it was enough.

“Aizen-sama?” Ichimaru called out in his usual cheery voice. Aizen held up a hand for a moment, ceasing Nnoitra’s attempts to undress Hitsugaya, and turned his attention fully on Ichimaru.

“Yes, Gin, what is it?” Aizen asked in a pleasant voice, but no less pointedly.

“Perhaps ya could give tha brat ta me, ne?” He threw out casually, his smile never leaving his face as Aizen raised an eyebrow at his request.

“Oh?”

“He’s sucha ornery little thing, ain’t he? Perhaps, I could teach him ta be mo’ polite…privately.” He added on with a very convincing leer. And he saw Aizen’s eyes shine with amusement at the idea of just how Ichimaru could teach the boy to behave. He almost had what he wanted. He just needed one more little push. “Think o’ it as a gift, Aizen-sama. Fo’ bein’ yer oldest and mos’ loyal companion.” Ichimaru knew that last part was a bit much, and Aizen surely did as well, but he understood how Aizen’s mind worked better than anyone else, and he would find Ichimaru’s words more amusing then they actually were.

He let out a light chuckle and waved his hand at Nnoitra, signaling for him to stop his ministrations permanently.

“How very right you are, Gin. Very well, you can have your new pet, but do teach him how to be a proper slave of Hueco Mundo, would you?” Aizen said lightly, beckoning Nnoitra forward, who in turn drug Hitsugaya with him.

“Gladly, Aizen-sama.” He assured, watching as Hitsugaya was led towards him by a very annoyed looking Nnoitra, only to be tossed roughly in his direction. The boy was already exhausted from the brutal treatment he had received, so he began to plummet helplessly to the ground, only to be caught in Ichimaru’s arms just before hitting the cold marble floor. “Careful there, Snowy-chan.” He whispered tauntingly in Hitsugaya’s ear, knowing that only he could most likely hear it. He felt Hitsugaya tense in his arms and emit a low growl, yet unable to keep his head up as it rested unwillingly against Ichimaru’s chest, grudgingly finding comfort there.

Without so much as a thought of the people around him, he hoisted the small boy up into his arms, completely dismissing Hitsugaya’s groans of embarrassment and rage. “It’s either this o’ I drag ya.” Hitsugaya quickly quieted down, reasoning that the alternative was worse.

Ignoring the glares around him from the arrancar that were very disappointed that he had stopped the show, Ichimaru snatched Hitsugaya’s new clothes from Nnoitra’s clenched fists, giving the espada an amused grin and exited into the hall. He began to head quickly in the direction of the room where they would be keeping their new “guest.”

Once inside, he let his gaze wander over the small room. It was nowhere near the size of his own, but that was to be expected, Hitsugaya was a prisoner after all. The only furniture in the room was a twin sized bed, a nightstand and a sink, but it was clean. It could have been worse, it really could have, but Aizen liked to play the nice guy…it worked well when covering up the fact that he was an evil bastard.

He sat Hitsugaya down on the bed, uncaring that the boy’s blood was sure to get on the clean sheets. It wasn’t his problem after all.

He held Hitsugaya by the shoulders, making sure he was steady before he let go, taking a step back to study him. “Ya don’ look s’ good, taicho-brat.” Ichimaru sing-songed, as if he found the entire situation to be quite delightful.

Hitsugaya could only muster a glare for a moment, but it was fleeting and his gaze softened slightly as he opened his mouth to speak. “I…thank you…” He mumbled, his eyes diverting to the ground.

At that moment Ichimaru stepped closer to him, bending down slightly, yet still forcing the short boy to look up at his face. “No need ta thank me. In fact, I wouldn’ if I were ya.” Hitsugaya looked at him with a slightly puzzled expression as he spoke. “I’m not yer friend, try ta remember that.”

Hitsugaya’s expression hardened once more. “I wouldn’t dream of it.” Ichimaru’s grin only grew at Hitsugaya’s harsh reply.

“Good. Now let’s git down ta business, shall we?” with that he reached forward, his hands coming to rest on Hitsugaya’s black hakama.

“No…” Hitsugaya tried to jerk away from Ichimaru, but the older man held fast.

“I could always take ya back out there.” He leaned in close to Hitsugaya’s ear, his breath ghosting over the shell, causing the young taicho to shudder. “All those eyes watchin’. is that wha’ ya want?” Hitsugaya looked at him in disbelief, before slowly shaking his head. Ichimaru chuckled slightly before beginning his task. However, his hands were different then Nnoitra’s had been. Though both had the same goal in mind, Ichimaru’s hands were far more graceful, far more careful. He slowly slid one sleeve off of Hitsugaya’s shoulder, only to gently pull the other one away as well, mindful of the cuts that were there. He let the material slip off of both of Hitsugaya’s slender shoulders, revealing his upper body to his eyes. Hitsugaya’s skin was a snowy white and soft to the touch, flawless besides the cuts that he had received. He muscles were forming nicely and toned, but they weren’t as refined as his own, Hitsugaya’s body was still growing. And those nipples, so small and pink in color that Ichimaru found himself wanting to graze his nails across them, but he restrained himself. Hitsugaya tensed when Ichimaru let the tips of his fingers linger for a little longer then necessary. He blushed under the scrutiny of Ichimaru’s gaze.

“Kuso, get on with it.” He said heatedly, trying to hide his humiliation by looking away. Ichimaru merely tutted at his words, and Hitsugaya was surprised when hands didn’t immediately begin to work on getting the rest of his clothes off. Instead Ichimaru ripped a length of material from the sleeve of Hitsugaya’s haori.

“Ya won’ be needin’ it no more anyways.” He said pointedly before heading over to the sink in the corner and filling the bowl that had been placed beside the sink, along with medication, with some water. He made his way back over to Hitsugaya and knelt in front of him. And Hitsugaya couldn’t help but look on in disbelief as Ichimaru slowly wet the torn material, only to wring it out and place it almost gently against one of the many cuts on Hitsugaya’s chest. Hitsugaya let out a hiss at the contact and Ichimaru giggled. “Hush, o’ I might jus’ have ta treat ya like the baby ya are.” Ichimaru teased. Hitsugaya growled in response and in retaliation Ichimaru pressed down harder than necessary, causing Hitsugaya to let out another hiss of pain.

After that they were silent as Ichimaru continued to clean and treat his cuts and Hitsugaya watched him work. At one point, Ichimaru let the cold material run over Hitsugaya’s nipple and the silver haired man let out a chuckle of delight when Hitsugaya jumped in surprise and the bud hardened involuntarily.

“Bastard.” Hitsugaya grumbled and then fell silent once more. It was only after a few more minutes of the gentle cleaning that Hitsugaya became curious enough to ask the question that had been bothering him. “Why are you doing this?” He questioned softly. Ichimaru paused in his ministrations to look at Hitsugaya, who, even when he was kneeling, was at his eye level.

“I could jus’ let ‘em git infected and let ya die. It don’ bother me none. I jus’ figured ya’d wan’ ‘em clean, ne?”

Hitsugaya nodded hesitantly, not really liking the answer but figuring it was the best one he was going to get.

Ichimaru carefully wrapped the tips of fingers underneath Hitsugaya’s slim jaw, tilting his head up as he began to clean the blood that was caked there. Hitsugaya sat transfixed as Ichimaru worked, staring as best he could at the slowly moving digits. The silence between them was far more comfortable then it should have been.

“Mah mah, such baby soft skin…” Ichimaru mused as he glided the damp cloth over Hitsugaya’s cheek. Hitsugaya couldn’t help but blush once more.

“I understand why you are doing this, but…” Hitsugaya hesitated as Ichimaru studied him with those unseen eyes. “Why are you being gentle? I wouldn’t expect it from you…”

“I can be rough, if tha’s wha’ ya wan’.”

“What do you care what I want?” Hitsugaya snapped, his icy glare set back in place.

“Really, I don’. If I wanted ta, I coul’ rip away yer clothes an’ fuck ya ‘til ya screamed. O’ better yet, I coul’ git one of tha espada ta do it fer me. I jus’ don’ feel like it… O’ maybe perhaps I am jus’ a caring person.”

Hitsugaya gaped at the other man for a moment, shocked by his words, though he really shouldn’t have been. This was Ichimaru Gin after all. “I hate you…” Hitsugaya knew the words were childish, but they left his mouth faster then he could stop them.

Ichimaru only snorted at the remark. “Ya soun’ like yer tryin’ to convince yerself.” He said simply before pulling the boy to his feet. Hitsugaya had to hold onto the sides of his hakama to keep it from falling completely to the ground.

“What are you doing?” Hitsugaya questioned, mildly alarmed.

“Ya didn’ like me treatin’ ya nice, so I won’.” with that he pulled away Hitsugaya’s hands that were holding his hakama up, and began to slide it down the boys legs, resting his hands on Hitsugaya’s slender hips in the process. “I’ll continue ta undress ya like they did in tha hall.”

Hitsugaya gave a soft cry as his hakama pooled at his feet, leaving him exposed in front of Ichimaru, only left with his underwear to block his most private parts from Ichimaru’s eyes. “Gods, stop! Ichimaru!”

“wha’s tha matter now? There’s jus’ no pleasing’ ya, is there, Shiro-chan?” Ichimaru said the words like a cruel joke as he hooked his thumbs in the material of Hitsugaya’s underwear, preparing to pull it down only to hesitate at the end as he took in Hitsugaya‘s appearance.

Hitsugaya was shaking violently, and as Ichimaru looked down at him, he noticed that his eyes were squeezed tightly shut and the word “don’t” was forming silently and repeatedly on his cracked lips. His skin was even paler than usual and this time there was no blush on his soft skin, no hint that perhaps he didn’t hate this as much as he let on. Hitsugaya Toshiro was terrified, absolutely fucking terrified. It was a pathetic sight really.

Ichimaru clicked his tongue in mock disapproval as he pulled away, detaching himself completely from the still trembling boy. Hitsugaya slowly opened his eyes in confusion, and Ichimaru merely walked passed him, picking up the clothes that had been discarded on the bed and tossing them at the child.

He began to make his way towards the door, only stopping to call back over his shoulder. “Git yerself dressed, Hitsugaya-taicho. Call it a gift from a friend.” He let a soft laugh escape him for the benefit of his own joke, before stepping outside of the room, shutting the door and locking it behind him, leaving Hitsugaya to stand in the middle of the room, clutching the worn and plain material in his small hands.