Prize of Victory

Warnings: M/M, Rape, Oral, Anal, This is a darker chapter and I will not be offended if the reader decides to skip it. Next chapter we go back to Karin and Grimmjow.

Chicchai= little, tiny, wee. Intent is Little

Slate grey eyes opened slowly from his meditation in his private garden. The only two good things that had happened after the war were; Rukia had managed to escape, and he had managed to keep his estate, even if it technically did now belong to his…..Master.

The thought of such a brute ruling the ancient Kuchiki estate was enough to send all of his hairs up in horror, but the stumbling imbecile had actually done no damage in the last five years.

“At least no damage to the property.” Byakuya corrected himself.

Yammy had eaten half the staff as an example to the other half on the first day. As for the rest of the elders, well, they wouldn’t be nobles if they didn’t know how to adapt to the next person in power and they were actually PROUD to be housing the 0 Espada, their new lord’s strongest warrior.

As for him. He was now the families ‘liaison’ to their ‘house guest’ and they didn’t care what Yammy did to him as long as their guest was kept happy and not eating the rest of the staff.

“Kuchiki-sama, our Lord request your presence.” One of the servants announced from the edge of the garden.

Despite himself he flinched, but rose calmly to his feet and followed the nervous servant to the quarters Yammy had claimed for himself. Thankfully, his own had been left undisturbed and it was the only real peace he got other than his private garden and at the family shrine.

Yammy was on the porch, looking out over another private garden attached to his quarters, and was currently eating enough food to feed over a dozen. The servant bowed at the door and scuttled away, leaving him alone with the Espada.

“That you, Chicchai Hime?” Yammy grunted with out turning around.

He felt a slight tick at the nick name Yammy had bestowed upon him, but nevertheless brushed his reiatsu against the Espada‘s in answer.

“Good, get over here. This estate is as boring as listening to one of Szayel’s science lectures.” Yammy grunted.

Byakuya approached the Espada and kneeled on the cushion set to the Arrancar’s side. With a grace born of nobility he reached a delicate hand out to refill Yammy’s cup of sake.

Yammy seemed to take great joy in treating him like some sort of Geisha. Even the clothing he was forced to wear were designed for a woman. Thankfully he wasn’t forced to wear any makeup or their traditional clothing.

Sake served, he shifted slightly so the instrument already waiting for him was now before him. Delicate hands reached out once again and started to pluck the strings.

No words were exchanged between them and the music was only changed when Byakuya had to refill the other’s saucer. Eventually Yammy finished the large meal and clapped his hands once.

Servants rushed in to clear the table and replace the jug of Sake with a new one before they all scurried out, leaving the two of them alone once more.

“That is about the only good thing about this place.” Yammy grunted before turning his heated gaze to the other. “Know what the other is?”

“Me.” Byakuya answered the question silently, but outwards remained serene.

“Always the silent type since that day.” Yammy grunted. “Haven’t spoken a word in just about five years now. You know what?”

Byakuya didn’t answer, he just continued to play and vainly hoped the other would lose interest.

“I think I like that, Chicchai Hime.”

He hated that nick name more than he hated anything else he could think off. He would sooner have Ichigo disrespectfully shout his name a million times and declare his love for Rukia than have to listen to Yammy call him that.

Yammy smirked at him and Byakuya realized he had let his guard slip and showed a spark of emotion.

“You know what else I think?”

“No. I don’t want to know.” He mentally answered and he felt that spike of fear run up his spine.

“I think that even if you refuse to speak, I can at least elicit some sound out of your throat.” Yammy grunted, running a large thumb across his cheek.

He shuddered despite himself and his hands stilled on the instrument as he desperately fought to regain control before the other noticed, but it was too late.

Yammy leaned in until his mouth was scant inches from his ear.

“Say one word to me, Chicchai Hime, and I wont ask for it.”

Byakuya felt his whole body shudder at the promised pain, but could not get any words out. It was impossible to speak. Szayel had made sure of that five years ago when Yammy had giving him to the scientist for a day when he had angered the Espada.

It was a punishment that was almost preferable over what was about to happen.

“No words for me, Chicchai Hime?” Yammy chuckled.

“You are well informed I can not speak even if I desired to.” He thought vehemently.

Yammy chuckled some more and boldly picked him up to sit him on the table before him.

Byakuya made a protesting noise, but that was all he could do as Yammy settled him on the table.

“Just tell me you don’t want to please your Master and I won’t touch you. Just say it, one little word, my Chicchai Hime, and I wont reinforce my Claim.”

Byakuya mentally cursed at him in three different dialects and used a few words that would have left Ichigo gapping at him like a fish and his adopted sister in a coma from shock.

He knew better than to shake his head in the negative or nod in the positive. Yammy would always smirk and interpret it the way that lead to him still being under the Espada. He had giving up trying to communicate with the imbecile four years ago, especially when he had learned Yammy couldn’t even read; or at least he pretended he couldn’t.

His body shuddered as Yammy pulled him a bit closer and brushed the top of his kimono aside to settle at the crock of his elbows. The look of lust in the others eyes was poorly hidden.

“A shudder of anticipation, Chicchai Hime? Are you that desperate to please me? To feel me inside of you?”

“No you imbecile. It is a shudder of revulsion at your oily touch and horrendous stench.” He ground mentally, wishing the other could read his thoughts.

He hated this game and almost wished Yammy would just get it over and done with. He wished more than ever for Senbonzakura to be back in his hands instead of shattered and contained in the former 12th’s labs with the rest of the Fukutaichou and Taichou’s Zanpakuto.

Not that having his Zanpakuto would do anything but delay the inevitable and most likely result in a far more pain filled evening. Yammy was very easy to piss off and he was not the most gentle on a good day.

Yammy pulled the rest of the kimono off and let it fall against the table. Byakuya closed his eyes and tried to imagine he was somewhere else; back in his private garden meditating before another boring meeting perhaps.

His body almost convulsed with disgust when he felt the mouth of the other engulf his neck, bone fragments scratching his skin. He tried to push the other off of him, but lacked the physical strength the other had.

“Eager, Hime?” Yammy chuckled at him, removing his mouth from the others throat.

Yammy leaned back and let the top of his own uniform fall to the ground behind him, revealing a broad chest before reaching down to the ties of his Hakama and removing that as well, leaving them both naked.

“Look at me.” He commanded.

Byakuya felt the pull on his reiatsu and his eyes opened against his will. No matter how hard he tried to resist, he could never disobey a direct order from Yammy. His eyes opened to stare lethally at the Espada.

“You know how I like it, Chicchai Hime. Do not disappoint me.”

It was about as direct of an order as he could receive and his body moved against his will. He felt disgust well up in his throat as he slid off of the table to stare at the large erection of the other.

No time was wasted on shy touches as he settled between the other’s legs and wrapped his mouth around the piece of flesh that would soon be invading his body. Five years of being forced to please the Espada permitted him to take the full, huge length in his mouth and down his throat.

“Breathe. Just breathe, relax, and get it over with.” He consoled himself as he fought against his gage reflex.

The other was huge, corresponding with his massive size and it burned his throat to take the other in. He let his tongue lash at the flesh, trying to spread as much saliva as possible without throwing up at the foul taste.

Yammy groaned and a massive hand grasped the back of his head. It was the only warning Byakuya got before Yammy thrust into his mouth, causing the tip to scrape the back of his throat and Byakuya to try and cough around the length burning his throat.

Yammy groaned some more and held him in place with a single hand while continuing to thrust into his mouth. Byakuya struggled, using both hands to push against the Espada’s legs as he desperately fought for air.

His vision began to darken as Yammy increased his pace and he fought desperately for air. Just as his vision was about to completely fade Yammy yanked his head away. Byakuya gasped desperately for much needed oxygen as his lungs burned.

Yammy didn’t let go of his head and instead picked him up one handed to set him back on the table again. His neck throbbed from having to support his body’s weight, but it was hardly noticed under the wonderful feeling of air filling his lungs.

“Look at you, Chicchai Hime. Sweating and panting for me already. Well if you want it that bad.” Yammy laughed.

“ Please. No.” He whimpered to himself.

Yammy used a single hand to flip him onto his stomach and pull his legs off the end of the table. His hips ached as Yammy moved between them. The Espada’s waist was too wide for Byakuya to comfortably wrap his legs around.

“Relax, relax, relax, relax.” He chanted to himself, trying to force his body to go limp as he felt the large head of Yammy at his entrance.

Yammy plunged in and Byakuya screamed as he felt himself stretched to the point a small crack appeared and started to leak blood.

“That’s my Chicchai Hime. I knew you could speak.” Yammy laughed.

“Breathe, breathe, breathe.” Byakuya chanted as he forced his lungs to take in air.

Everything from the waist down was awash in agony. He couldn’t even feel the small trail of blood begin to trek down his thighs.

“Speak to me, Chicchai Hime. Let me hear your voice.” Yammy laughed as he pulled out and plunged in again with a sharp thrust that crushed the other against the table.

Another scream was torn from his throat. Yammy laughed and pulled out again. Another thrust in, another scream ripped through his lips. It continued. Thrust, scream, pause, thrust, scream, pause.

Yammy knew just the pace to set so he could appreciate the agony of every, individual thrust. Eventually his throat became too raw to scream anymore and his body started to become numb with shock.

As soon as Yammy could barely get whimpers out of him anymore he picked up the pace. Byakuya’s hands clenched painfully as he waited for the Espada to finally finish with him.

The hot cum that exploded into him burned his torn insides painfully and he let out a whimper. Yammy convulsed above him before sighing and pulling out.

A river of fluid more red than white gushed out of the now unplugged hole and ran down his legs. Later he would be sickened, but right now he was just enjoying the cold air brushing over his abused rear and lightly easing the pain.

He winced as Yammy jabbed a finger into him and presented the blood and cum covered finger to his face.

“Looks like you milked me dry again, Chicchai Hime.” Yammy laughed before wiping the finger off in Byakuya’s hair. “My dear, dirty, Chicchai Hime. Looks like you need a bath. Shall I summon someone to assist you?” Yammy asked politely.

This time Byakuya did nod weakly. He knew from experience if he didn’t Yammy would leave him laying on the table, broken and abused until he found the strength to move himself or someone found him.

“Yo Bitch, come clean my Chicchai Hime up.” Yammy bellowed as he pulled his clothes back on.

The door slid open and someone approached. Yammy strutted out of the room, leaving the two of them alone.

“Kuchiki-sama, can you walk?” The assistant asked politely.

He shook his head in the negative. Right now he couldn’t feel anything but pain from the waist down. He couldn’t even feel the table digging into his hips or the liquid slowly starting to dry on his thighs over the agony of his lower back, which felt like it had been snapped in two.

He felt the other wrap the kimono around his body and help his limp arms through it. Somewhat dressed he was assisted off the table and he let out a whimper of pain at the movement. He made it too the hall before his vision went completely black.

When Byakuya regained consciousness he was in his room tucked firmly into his futon. His rear and hips ached from the abuse, but dully and no longer so sharp. He was wrapped in a lose hospital gown and he could still feel the lingering traces of reiatsu from whomever had healed him. He was once more completely clean and his hair was still slightly damp.

“Yammy-sama was well pleased.” A voice drew his attention to one of his distant aunts. “You have done us proud.”

He turned his gaze away from her and glared at the ceiling. If he could speak the words he would say to her would not be fitting of even the lowest ranked noble.

No more words were exchanged between them for the message she had wished to depart had been done so. She left without another word. The words had been meant to console him, but instead all it did was rise bile in his throat. Byakuya and Yammy



We torture the ones we love, neh?

/hug to the few that reviewed last chapter. Kazes, if you sent that email I never got it. As usual if you see any errors please point them out.

Next Chapter: Karin meets Ukitake and Nanao and her special abilities well start to be revealed.