Prisoner of War

AN: Okay, this is a yaoi story, but in this chapter there is going to be a bit of Het. I do tend to write both. Actually I write Het, Yaoi and Yuri. Yaoi is just a good percentage of what I write. Also there is "Moresome" in the chapter. I ran out of room on the story's description area to put all the warnings on it, so any other things I will put in author notes above the chapter.


Chapter 4


When Grimmjow left Ichigo in his room, Aizen still had not returned from his business. What that was, Ichigo had no idea, but it was always a relief when he wasn't around. It gave him time to think and regroup his emotions. Right now they were turbulent. He was still confused by Grimmjow's affections for him, and his thoughts on Aizen. Ichigo had assumed all the arrancar were faithful followers, but that clearly wasn't the case.

Minutes ticked by like hours, so he worked out, then took a shower to keep himself busy. He wanted his zanpakuto, but Aizen predictably wouldn't let him touch it. Zangetsu was sealed away somewhere in the palace like his hollow was. Hichigo, as Ichigo had come to think of him. Crazy as it was, he missed the hollow being there. He was part of his soul, just as much as Zangetsu was. Ichigo may not have known his mortal body died, but if either Zangetsu or Hichigo were destroyed, he was sure he would feel it instantly.

Dinner was brought at the regular time by Loly, a female arrancar that he had seen several times since being taken prisoner. Orihime had mentioned how cruel she had been to her while in captivity during the war. According to Orihime, she had even attempted to kill her, but Grimmjow had intervened. The woman didn't speak as she set the tray down at the table. He watched her from across the room, always mindful to keep his distance from them when they entered. She barely looked at him before she left him to his meal. He looked at the food and frowned slightly. He wasn't really hungry, but he sat anyway. Keeping his energy up was too important. He ate and thought more about what it was he would have to do. Building his reiatsu and hiding the fact that he was would be a challenge.

Ichigo was halfway through eating before he realized something wasn't right. The fork slipped from his fingers, clattering to the floor, and he blinked when his vision went blurry. He went to stand and the room went hazy and gray. He just grabbed the table in time to catch himself before he fell face first to the floor.

"What the fuck?" he muttered soft, tongue feeling thick, slurring his words.

"Ah, it's taking affect." Aizen's voice behind him. "You really should sit."

"What..did..you do..to me?" Ichigo's heart beat faster and he stumbled away from the table like a drunken man.

"Teaching you another necessary lesson. I need you relaxed to get you ready."

"What...lesson?" Ichigo muttered and stumbled toward the bathroom in the hopes of locking himself in, but he fell halfway there, panting for breath. His muscles didn't want to work anymore, and his head felt strange, making it hard to think straight.

"Don't you worry about that right now. It will take some time to get things ready," he said, sounding pleased with the nights upcoming events. "That drug will wear off soon enough. It's potency only lasts for about twenty minutes before it starts to evaporate. It's one of Kurotsuchi wonderful inventions. Tasteless so it's perfect for hiding in food." Aizen chuckled and moved about the room behind him.

Ichigo attempted to crawl to the bathroom, but he could only manage a few inches. He lay there helpless with his eyes closed, listening to Aizen's movements around the room. The bastard was even humming a cheerful tune as he set up the area. When he heard chains rattle, he opened his eyes and looked at the far off door again, cursing it for being so far away. Who was he kidding? Even if he was able to get in and lock the door, Aizen would easily get through.

"Almost done, my sweet," Aizen said with a soft chuckle, amused by his own twisted sentiment.

"Go fuck yourself," Ichigo said, his voice still slurring slightly, arms shaking as he tried to push himself up from the floor. It was no good, and he slumped against it again with a sigh. He was easy prey this time, only able to fight with words, and that would only fuel Aizen more. Of course, anything Ichigo did seemed to fuel the ex-shinigami.

"I do love when you say, fuck. Always so colorful when it slips past your lips, Ichigo."

"Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you," Ichigo said wearily in response. He wished he could see what Aizen was doing, but he was having trouble even turning around to have a look.

"Now, what have I told you about saying that, hm?" Aizen's voice went hard as stone.

Ichigo swallowed against the bitterness. "I'm the one that gets fucked," he said soft. Ichigo shuddered. He could tell Aizen was seriously pissed about something. He knew because his mood would go up and down, fluctuating randomly when he was exceptionally furious. Those were the times he would get the worse punishments, and tonight was going to be one of those night.

"That's right." Ichigo felt his hot breath against his neck, jerking when Aizen bunched his hand hard in his hair. Again he was taken by surprise, not sensing Aizen hovering above him until it was too late.

"Don't," his voice cracked, unable to even yell properly from the drug's effects.

"You never learn." With cold indifference he pulled Ichigo by his hair over to the leather straps and chains he had attached to the ceiling. Ichigo slapped weakly at the cruel arm pulling him along, but he might as well have been hitting him with a feather. He was roughly tossed up on the straps that lay on the floor. He still tried to fight when Aizen began wrapping his wrists and ankles in the device, but it was a struggle to even move his limbs. Aizen ripped his pants off him once he was strapped down, and smirked with satisfaction at his work.

"Let me out of this," Ichigo said, voice having a little more strength, even as his stomach quivered with the unknown of what Aizen was going to do.

"I don't think so," Aizen said then tugged the pulley to raise Ichigo's captured body so he was hanging in the device, swaying slightly with the upward motion. The leather straps that supported his back were just barely enough to keep the weight of his body off his limbs. "I said you were to be punished, or did you not hear me?"

"I didn't do anything," he insisted, and twisted around weakly in the bonds.

"Denying only makes your punishment worse. You know this," Aizen said as he tightened down the pulley once he was satisfied with the height he had Ichigo hanging.

"Dammit," Ichigo hissed softly, wondering if he had been foolish to trust Grimmjow after all. He had desperately wanted to believe the espada was on his side, but now he was beginning to wonder if it too had all been a test set up by Aizen.

"Who do you belong to, Ichigo?" Aizen asked, watching him as he opened a bottle of wine. Ichigo opened his mouth to answer, but turned his head away instead. "Ah, stubbornness wins over again." He poured a glass. "Answer me."

"You're going to do what you always do no matter what I do or don't say!" Finally his strength was coming back, not that it did him much good now that he was bound up and swinging freely. He inwardly curse and wished for another dose of that drug just so he would be less aware of Aizen's touch.

"Accommodate me with an answer, and I'll go lighter on you."

"Liar!"

"Very well." He took a drink. "I will say it for you." He set the glass aside and walked over to look down at him. Ichigo avoided his gaze, jaw clenching tight. "You have, and always will belong to me."

"No!" Ichigo spit in his face, and was filled with a sense of redemption when Aizen scowled and lost his cool expression for a split second. His hand slowly came up and wiped the saliva from his cheek, and in the next instant Ichigo felt sharp pain when Aizen backhanded him hard enough to throw his head back. He groaned, blinking away the stars in his eyes. He felt warm blood on his lips, and absently licked it away, turning his head back to look at Aizen.

"You want to test my patience?"

"I want you dead!" Ichigo spat out.

"You'll remain disappointed." Aizen gripped his hair to keep him in place and leaned over to lick the blood from his lip. He tried to pull away, but to no avail, and he was subjected to his vile tongue lapping him clean. "Mm." He pulled back and smiled.

"What did I do this time?" Ichigo asked, bracing for the answer with fragile calm.

"I had an interesting conversation with Kurotsuchi when I got back today." He ran his fingers over the brand on Ichigo's chest. "He told me what you were doing to Uryu."

"What?" He hid his relief that this wasn't about what had happened between he and Grimmjow, but his confusion shown through.

"Do you want him so badly?"

"It's Kurotsuchi's fault! He had Uryu drugged up."

"I'm aware of that. Unlike you, Kurotsuchi is very forthcoming with me." He tugged a nipple, twisting it hard until Ichigo couldn't help but hiss along with the sting. "So, that aside, you have not gotten my permission to touch another, or in turn should anyone be touching you. You're my property, understand?"

"No, I'm not property!"

Aizen frowned. "Must I brand my name on you as well to prove my point?" His hand slide under to cup Ichigo's ass in a firm grip. "Perhaps right here?" Ichigo gasped. "Then surly everyone would know your ass is mine."

"Don't."

Aizen smiled. "This time you are safe from that extreme."

Ichigo gave silent thanks. "Then what are you going to do to me?" Aizen chuckled soft, pulling a syringe from his pocket. Ichigo eyed it and shivered. "What is that?"

"This is a good dose of that aphrodisiac your friend had pumping through his veins. Thought maybe you'd like to have a taste of what he was going through."

"Aizen, don't."

"Call me Master, Ichigo." He grabbed his hair and pushed it straight into his neck, quick and efficiently.

"No."

"Too late." He smiled soft, thumb pushing the plunger down to inject him.

Oh no. Ichigo watched Aizen move away to dispose of the needle, and shuddered. He could remember distinctly how Uryu was, and he didn't want to be in that situation at all. He was already subjected to teasing until he begged, but this was going to be real hell.

"While we wait for it to kick in, lets talk." That usually meant, be quiet and listen, so Ichigo stayed silent and watched Aizen come back over to his side. "When Kurotsuchi told me about your...discretional behavior, it made me think that maybe I should take one time and not be so selfish. As you know, I am a very possessive man when it comes to what is mine."

"That's stating the obvious," Ichigo said and shivered for no apparent reason, then realized the drug was already working on his nerves.

"Indeed," Aizen said and chuckled soft, watching him. "As I was saying, I thought maybe I could take this night to share you."

"You wouldn't," Ichigo said and tugged weakly at the straps.

"Oh, I will." He grabbed his chin, and forced a kiss, sucking Ichigo's tongue. Ichigo whimpered, the simple caresses sending trickles of pleasure over his skin. He wasn't accustomed to being drugged like this. Aizen never needed to go to those extremes, always relying on his practiced touch to get him unwillingly aroused. He closed his eyes tight, trying to fight the sensations, but he was too lost in the haze. Aizen released his tongue and pulled back to smirk. "Looks like it's kicked in," he said and trailed his forefinger over Ichigo's chest that was rising and falling with hurried breaths.

"You won't," Ichigo insisted, gasping as his fingers trailed and worked over his skin. His body was getting hot too quickly as the drug took total control. He shivered again, nearly yelping when Aizen rubbed his palm over his stiffening cock.

"Won't I? You're mine, which mean I have the say on who is allowed to touch you." His fingers brushed over his balls, watching Ichigo's reactions. "I love your expression. It must be what you look like when you are feeling true lust."

"No, this isn't real," he moaned, unable to stop himself. Uryu had been right. It was like being on the verge of a constant orgasm.

"It's more than real, Ichigo," he purred, playing his fingers through his pubic hair. "Your body is begging to be fucked."

"No," he gasped soft, shaking his head slightly in denial, even as he tried to arch more to Aizen's touch. Aizen moved his hand away and laughed when Ichigo groaned in frustration. "Master..please." Too hazy, too good. All he could do was let his body take over every sensation and thought. Ichigo was trapped in his own bodies desire for lurid actions, coiled in the snare of rampant lust.

Aizen smirked. "You are deliciously beautiful this way. Filled with so much sexual desire that you can't even think enough to fight anymore." His finger circled around his anus.

"Ahn."

"You want it?"

"Yes," he whimpered.

"You're ready. Gin, Loly, you may enter!"

Ichigo woke to the realization that Aizen was completely serious about sharing him, yet his body continued to want, so he listened instead to the heat of carnal desire. With lidded eyes he saw Gin enter along with the female arrancar. Gin was grinning as usual, and Loly was expressing a much deeper interest of looking at him than when she had brought his drugged food in.

"Well, doesn't he looked all nice and wrapped up? Pretty enough for a bow," Gin said and chuckled.

Ichigo swallowed, too aroused to even curse him. He needed to be touched, had to be or he was sure he would die from the powerful urge. Aizen smiled and nodded to them silently. Loly licked her lips and slipped off the already barely there clothes she had on. He watched her, the sight of her naked breasts stirring his loins to a harder state of arousal.

"Looks like Ichigo approves, my dear," Aizen said, tracing his fingers over his twitching muscle, sending Ichigo to whimpering for more contact. Loly smiled, making a show of fondling her own naked flesh. "Join the party, Gin."

"Getting there," he answered, pulling off the rest of his clothing and tossing them aside. Ichigo's heavy eyes looked to Gin, taking in the build of tight muscle and the pale color of his skin, much like Uryu's.

"Shall I tell you why I chose these two to share you with, Ichigo?" Aizen asked. He moved around the room, setting up candles and lighting them to add to the glow of the moonlight filtering through the window. Night had fallen in Hueco Mundo, covering the land in a darkness that matched the clouding haze of his mind. Ichigo expelled a trembling breath, the only answer he could manage to give his Master.

"He's not very mouthy now, I see," Gin said and laughed, drinking some wine. Loly chuckled along with him, sitting back on the bed to watch Ichigo hanging there. Ichigo blinked, only catching a few words of their conversation. It was hard to keep up when all he wanted was to be taken.

"Yes, he almost seems humbled now," Aizen agreed, walking over to Ichigo's side once again. He was also free of clothing now, towering over his trapped body with confidence and power. "Ichigo, I thought it fitting I should let Gin have you this night, because I won't let him have Orihime. I figure it's only fair. Don't you agree?" he asked and ran his fingers around the head of Ichigo's cock.

"Yes," Ichigo gasped in response to the touch more than the question and squirmed for more.

"And you've become so understanding, Ichigo. Such a good boy," he purred, tugging soft on his foreskin. "As for Loly, she hates our dear Orihime as you know. I thought maybe if I let her have some playtime with you it would be fitting. Fuck the man Orihime loves as a way to punish her without physically damaging the poor girl. Makes sense right?"

"Mmn!" Ichigo shuddered when Aizen toyed hard with the leaking slit at the tip of his erection, only half hearing his coaxing words. He was flying high on sensation, and Aizen was the one pulling his strings.

"I'm glad you agree, Ichigo." Aizen leaned and whispered against his ear. "You'll hate me more in the morning. I'm counting on it, Pet. To be perfectly honest, the more you hate me, the harder my cock gets," he whispered husky, licking along his ear before he stood back.

Ichigo already hated the monster, but the drug wasn't allowing him to show it. He squirmed in the bonds, the leather creaking against his sweaty skin. Gin came forward, standing close between his legs that were spread in the straps. He was still smiling that creepy smile of his. Ichigo trembled, watching Aizen hand Gin some lube to get ready.

"You'll find that he's very tight, Gin. Like a virgin every time."

"I'll just have to find out for myself, won't I?" Gin chuckled and prepared himself with practiced efficiency, coating his cock with the gel. The tube was tossed back to Aizen, and Ichigo wasn't given a moment before Gin thrust cruelly into him. He yelled with the initial pain that came with it, but his body welcomed it. "Oh, you're right, Aizen," Gin groaned soft, pulling Ichigo forward and thrusting with the motion.

Ichigo let his head fall back, moaning as it became more pleasurable. His body felt like it was on fire, and he would willingly burn to keep feeling this sensual indulgence. Gin wasn't a gentle lover, pounding into Ichigo without mercy. Ichigo ached to move against him, but he couldn't the way he was strapped in. Helpless, he hung there. Uninhibited, he wanted so much more. The thick cock pumping in and out of him sent waves of gratification through his entire body, causing him to cry out each time he hit is prostate.

Through his own yells and Gin's harsh breaths, Ichigo heard Aizen invite Loly over to play. He heard a soft response, and a reactive chuckle from Aizen. Too many things happening around him, and he couldn't concentrate on any one thing. All he knew was the pleasure. It was all that mattered. It was all he wanted.

He saw Loly nimbly grab and pull herself up by the chain that was holding up his leather trap. She was graceful in her movements as she looked down at him and smirked. He let out a mournful moan when Gin stopped thrusting. Aizen laughed soft again, running his fingers through Ichigo's sweat drenched hair, saying soft words that Ichigo wasn't really hearing anymore.

"It's okay, baby, we'll take good care of you," Loly said, sliding down over him and easing herself down on his erect cock. "Oh, fuck, he feels good," she moaned, seating herself over him, somehow getting comfortable in his awkward state of suspension. Ichigo groaned with this new delight. He'd never felt a woman before. She was tight, and incredibly warm around his manhood. He absently wondered if Orihime felt the same, and he shivered with the prospect. Again he was filled with sorrow that he could not thrust his hips to rock with her movements. He gasped when Gin began moving again now that she was straddled above him.

"Yes, enjoy him. One night only," Aizen said and laughed, his voice sounding further away. The hazy feeling thickened as he was taken by them both, indulging in the pleasure they were giving and taking from him. Through half closed eyes he watched them, Loly with her head back on Gin's shoulder as she gyrated on his cock, and Gin kissing over her neck as his hips thrust more firmly to impale him. Ichigo yelled, his cries sounding strange to his own ears as he climaxed, unable to stop himself. His two lover's voices rose with his own, and they continued to take him, the drug keeping his body unnaturally aroused.

"My sweet Ichigo, will you learn your lesson after this?" Aizen said, coming back into view above him, eyes calculating and sharp. His body continued to sway with their motion, so completely lost in his own pleasure that he could only moan in answer. "Right now, it's all you can think about. You want this delicious feeling to last forever." Aizen brushed fingers soft through his hair, then cupped the sides of his face. The tip of his cock pressed to Ichigo's lips and he opened up willingly.

Ichigo didn't know how long it lasted. He was used, made to get erect again, and used some more, all the while forced to swim in the pleasure of it. When he finally began to wake to some kind of sense, he was too exhausted to fight and his mind screamed when he could not. He thought of Orihime, and was grateful she had been spared this kind of torment. He thought of Uryu, and shared his pain. Sore and victimized, he finally thought of Grimmjow, and wondered what kind of punishment he would get if Aizen found out about him. No, he had not learned from this lesson, because he was already chanting Grimmjow's name within his thoughts, taking strength from it.

Aizen will die. Ichigo smiled to his Master, showing him respect he didn't feel. Cold hatred turned his heart stony, crushing the hopelessness that Aizen tried to infect him with. When he finally slept, it was gloriously dreamless.