Summary: Grimmichi fic, yaoi, some rape and abuse, Ichigo is captured and after hurting the captive Grimmjow is charged with Ichigo's care. What will happen when Grimmjow starts to see the undeniably cute and sexy side of Ichigo? What will happen when he feels his feelings start to change? My first fic, so please be kind

A/N – Placed in Hueco Mundo, warnings: rape and abuse, um...character death? Bad language, Yaoi Grimmichi OOC-ness, I'm putting my own little spin on the characters, hope you enjoy it. This chap is a little dark but it gets better so calm down! Enjoy!

"Ichigo!" Rukia screamed.

He could hear her struggling against several restrains that were keeping her from moving forward and attacking. He too struggled to get free as several Espada pinned him down; his Zanpakuto lay off to the side almost smashed to smithereens after the fierce battle.

''GET OFF ME!'' he screamed as Nnoitra and Szayel chuckled as they watched him flail around hopelessly.
He had been fighting with Grimmjow when, after landing a blow across the man's chest that should have won him the fight, he was taken down by a large, and very painful, force to his back. This turned out to be Nnoitra and Szayel's combined effort in taking him down with a blunt shove in the back with the hilts of their Zanpakuto. Needless to say, Ichigo was pissed off. Unfortunately being pinned down and injured, blood was rapidly escaping from the wounds all over his body, some worse than others.
The one in his right shoulder hurt the most, his flailing about wasn't helping matters either. It was rubbing sand into all of his wounds and it stung like a mother. Ichigo was getting weak but he refused to stop struggling. He knew becoming a prisoner would only result in his ultimate end. He could still hear Rukia screaming at him to keep fighting. Exhaustion swept over him and all he wanted was for the abuse on his ears to stop.

His vision was blotting out, little black dots danced their way across his vision, meeting up with more little dots. Ichigo was reminded of a party and giggled a little bit at the thought of the little dots having a rave while he was practically dying. He had stopped struggling by this point and his head fell to the side. He saw Grimmjow lying on the sand with a unknown Arrancar and Ulquiorra standing over him.
Ichigo was suddenly very annoyed at the little dots because he couldn't make out if the Sexta Espada was dead or not. He growled and shook his head a bit, which proved to be a bad idea as it only made him extremely dizzy, the dot party increase in speed. Now his vision was being overrun by the darkness and he was having difficulty keeping his eyes open. Vaguely he was aware of himself being lifted up and moved. He was losing the fight with the darkness that was covering his eyes and all he wanted to do was sleep. Ichigo groaned slightly in pain and fatigue, not sure what was going on around him.

"Just sleep Soul Reaper, if you're lucky you may see the sky one last time before you die" someone near him snarled. Die? He was going to die? Oh that's right, mortal wounds, bleeding, Espada capturing him. How could he forget?

The voice must have belonged to Nnoitra, it held a venom and malice that was unique to him. He couldn't care about that at the moment, he was slipping in and out of consciousness and could barely make anything out.

"We better get him inside, I need to fix up these's wounds if we want him to live long enough to see Aizen" Szayel said.

"Ah well, at least if he gets better I'll be able to fight him again, and this time defeat him for good" Grimmjow was carried over on a stretcher to the vehicle device that Szayel created for collecting the wounded. Placed right next to the unconscious Ichigo, Grimmjow looked at his serene face and snorted, "shit, he looks so fucking useless like that, what a pathetically weak human'' he growled out to nobody in particular. Nnoitra laughed and gave Ichigo a bit of kick, "Stop that Nnoi" Szayel reprimanded giving Nnoitra's leg a bit of slap as he made sure Ichigo was placed correctly on the vehicle.

"Sorry baby" Nnoitra leered and wrapped his arms around the slightly bent over frame of Szayel. His crotch gently bumping the pink haired Espada's ass and sending him a brilliant shade of scarlet, needless to say Szayel's posture went ramrod straight as he moved away from the lanky Espada. Nnoitra chuckled and looked around, noticing the still tied up and screaming girl, he walked over to her, assessing the near hysterical woman.

"Wow, you sure have a good set of lungs on ya'' he jeered, she continued her profanities at him, "GIVE HIM BACK YOU SICK FAGGOT!" Nnoitra frowned, she wasn't amusing anymore.

"Fuck and here I was thinking of setting your sorry fucking ass free, so you could run home and tell everyone what happened " Nnoitra said as he raised his Zanpakuto. Bringing it down in one swift movement the screams stopped. There was a slight thud as her head hit the sandy ground, "fucking bitch" he hissed and walked back over to the group.

Ulquiorra sized him up, "yes she was getting on my nerves also" he stated brushing imaginary dirt of his shoulder.

"Whatever, just one less fucking Soul Reaper for me to deal with" he said with a sneer.
"Good going Nnoitra, I never enjoyed fighting that one anyway, she's such a bore I could probably kill her in my sleep!" Grimmjow laughed manically. He was feeling in much better spirits, his injuries where wrapped up and healing fast. He was also promised another battle to beat the Kurosaki boy and that blasted screaming banshee was dead! Things where looking up! All he needed now was a good fuck, nothing topped off a good day like blowing off some steam into a small quivering body, and he had a few ideas as to where to get it.

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Back inside that massive building that was home to the Espada, Szayel had finished patching up the Kurosaki boy and cleaning Grimmjow's injuries. He had ordered bed rest to the bluenett and had promptly chained him to the bed in the infirmary, right next to Kurosaki.

"Friggin' pink bastard" He grumbled and pulled at the chain on the bed, Szayel had said it was necessary because he was as, quote 'insolent as a child no older than 2' and claimed Grimmjow wouldn't listen to his orders. After a slight struggle, Grimmjow huffed back down onto the bed and stared at the ceiling.
A minute or two passed and he sighed. The clock could be heard ticking in the corner, and he briefly wondered why they had a clock at all. Another few minutes passed, he sighed again. Fuck he was so bored. He was already mostly better anyway, this bed rest idea was stupid. A spluttering cough sounded from the bed next to him and his head wiped around to stare at its occupant.

Ichigo was waking up, his eyes blurry and out of focus, mumbling something along the lines of chicken soup and not wanting to get it stuck up his nose. God knows what that means must be something they do in the human realm Grimmjow thought. Thankfully Kurosaki had been chained to his bed also (many more chains than was probably necessary), so at least Grimmjow wasn't at risk of this chicken soup being shoved up HIS nose anytime soon.

Grimmjow stayed still and quite not wanting to bring forth the rage that would undoubtedly plague the carrot top as soon as he discovered his situation. Grimmjow observed Ichigo with genuinely curious eyes, he'd never seen the boy other than when they fought, and he had always been curious about humans. Ichigo looked at the ceiling and then to his left, then over at the door near the foot of his bed and finally noticing the chains that bound him down.
He gurgled and whimpered as he half heartedly pulled at the chains, did they hurt? Or was it simply an expression of hopelessness? Probably the latter Grimmjow thought. Ichigo looked again at the door and to his chains, clearly he was still a bit slow after losing so much blood (and just waking up), and hadn't thought to look at the right side of the room where Grimmjow lay on his bed, watching him with wide sky blue eyes.

Ichigo started to pull harder at his chains and moaned out in frustration when not much happened, he then relaxed and sighed harshly. The boy had a brilliant blush across his face and was breaking out in a slight sweat. That wasn't normal was it? Humans don't usually act like that, maybe he'd gotten sick from something in the air.
What if he died from it! Then the Espada wouldn't be able to take him to Aizen! He had to call someone! But how! He was chained to the fucking bed! Fucking Szayel! Ichigo moan again, this time loudly and with gusto, startling Grimmjow out of his thought process, he looked over and saw the boy was...moving slightly. His hips where slowly moving in an almost circular motion on the bed, almost like he was...rubbing himself against the chains.

What the fuck was happening? Kurosaki did know that chains don't loosen like that right? Grimmjow felt around for any spiritual pressure leaking out too see if the boy was trying to escape somehow but was met with nothing. Grimmjow had never heard of humans moving around on the bed when they were sick, weren't they just supposed to...lie there and...act dead-ish..? Grimmjow didn't want to make a noise and startle the boy in fear of what he may do; he had heard once from Stark that when a human gets sick it could make you sick to.
He didn't know exactly how it worked but the way Stark had said it wasn't a pleasant thing to encounter, and being chained to the bed only made him a sitting duck. Ichigo's movement had gotten stronger and his moans louder and more heated, his entire body was shaking and he seem to be getting no relief in the fever that was coursing his body. And that's when Grimmjow saw it; Kurosaki had a large bulge in the sheet covering his nether regions. Relief washed through his body as he realised he wasn't in any immediate danger, humans got horny too it seemed. This being his first time witnessing such a display, it had confused him. The sexual displays of Espada where similar more to that of animals than of humans, so it was no surprise Grimmjow hadn't had a clue as to what was happening.

Just at that second, Szayel walked through the door, Grimmjow wiped his head to Ichigo who appeared no less flustered but seemed to be feigning sleep to get out of the embarrassment. Szayel walked to Ichigo and looked at his face, with a concerned grunt he began to check the boys temperature and other vital signs.

Upon noticing the bulge in Ichigo's pants and the moan that slipped through his lips each time Szayel brush some uncovered skin, he chuckled. Grimmjow had been watching Szayel's action since he entered, "what's wrong with the little piss ant?" he asked with a smirk.

"It appears that the serum I administered to make him heal at a faster rate has some side effects, not to worry though it should ware off soon" Szayel smiled slightly as he walked around the bed and over to Grimmjow.

"I know how easily you get bored, so you should have rested enough for your wounds to be almost completely healed, but try not to get into any fights for a while, nothing too strenuous okay?" he reprimanded, with a nod Grimmjow slid into a sitting position and winced a bit at the movement. It didn't hurt but everything was stiff and the one gash on his chest was sending little zings down his arms.

"Lunch will be ready soon, and after that we will be taking the prisoner to Aizen" Szayel stated as he left the room. Grimmjow looked at the door as his muscles relaxed and he stretched lightly to rid himself of the stiffness that plagued him.

"H-howw long h-have you been there?" a breathy voiced asked, Grimmjow looked over at Ichigo with a smirk taking in the even redder face than before, must have finally realised Grimmjow thought.

"I've been here all along Kurosaki" he leered.

Grimmjow didn't know if it was possible but Ichigo seemed to turn ever redder and almost melted into the bed. He just looked away from Grimmjow and his body continued to shake, every now and then a small whimpering moan would accidentally slip out and Ichigo seemed to melt even more into the mattress he was chained to.

A wicked grin crossed Grimmjow's face as he had a small but extremely brilliant idea. He slid off his bed as quietly as he could and padded silently over to the carrot tops bed. Careful to remain undetected he bent himself closer to the boy so his lips where just above his ear. He let his breath ghost out slowly, Ichigo shuddered but didn't look around. He must have thought it was a breeze, Grimmjow chuckled silently. He leaned closer and took up the boy's ear lobe with his teeth, Ichigo reacted perfectly.

Gasping loudly and trying to face Grimmjow, Ichigo grunted as Grimmjow promptly put a hand on Ichigo's cheek and shoved his face back off to the side. Grimmjow hummed in approval, fuck how he loved to dominate, to push someone into submission wether they wanted it or not. His cock twitched into life slowly as Ichigo arched his back slightly and whimpered.

Grimmjow continued his little romp with the boy's ear, his mouth sucking and licking as Ichigo rolled his hips up trying to find some friction for his raging hard on. Grimmjow smirked and chuckled lightly placing his hand over Ichigo's hard cock, Ichigo moaned loudly.

"G-Griiimmjjooww" he whimpered, it went straight to Grimmjow's cock making him moan. What had started out a mere joke at the boys expense was hurdling somewhere that the Sexta was unsure of. Regardless it felt good and that's all the prompting he needed to continue. Pulling back and nibbling a little on the lobe before tearing his teeth harshly off with a small growl.

Ichigo whimpered and shook all over; it seemed that he liked that, desire driven and ready for more Grimmjow climbed onto the bed and straddled Ichigo with his hand on either side of the carrot tops head. Their hard cocks brushed against each other through their clothes and they both shuddered and moaned. Grimmjow nipping at the skin between Ichigo's neck and shoulder, making his breath hitch.

"S-stop.." Ichigo whispered, "please", Grimmjow froze for a few minutes, out of shock at the weak plea and then a leery smile spread itself across his face. His face was still buried in the crook of Ichigo's neck, so he was sure that Ichigo feel the leer across his neck.
Ichigo was the one who froze, and his breath hitching in what must have been a knowing half sob.

"Do I fucking look like the kind of piss weak person who needs your permission to fuck you senseless?" he snapped viciously. Grabbing Ichigo's jaw and squeezing harshly Ichigo let out a whimper and his eyes shone with unshed tears. Whether it was out of pain or pleasure was undetermined but Grimmjow didn't care.

He was going to take what he wanted, he couldn't care less about the boy beneath him, he was just a place that he could shove his dick.

"I'm going to fuck your tight little ass Kurosaki and I'm going to make you wish I'd killed you when I had the chance" Grimmjow whispered dangerously into Ichigo's ear. Ichigo was sobbing freely now, what a pathetic piece of shit Grimmjow thought as he began to strip the boy of his clothes, and loosen the chains constricting the boy's body.

"P-please d-don't" Ichigo cried, despite his words his cock was still hard and dripping and he was still breathing heavily and moaning slightly.

"You won't be getting any sympathy from me, you piece of trash Soul Reaper" Grimmjow grunted as he too stripped himself of clothes. Lifting the boy's hips so they were lined up, he held tight as Ichigo struggled trying to shimmy his hips away from Grimmjow. Struggling desperately to try and get of the bed, away from the thick 8 inch cock that Grimmjow was trying to ruthlessly shove in his entrance.

They grappled for a while, but in the end Grimmjow had replaced the chains so that they held down the boys arms and held his legs tight on either side of his head. Ichigo was whining in pain from the tight chains around his legs and the pleasure from his cock rubbing his stomach. Grimmjow growled viciously at the sight, ready to mount the boy and ride him into oblivion.

He bit around the boy's neck and shoulder area in a primal display of dominance and scratched long cuts into his thighs in harsh desire. Ichigo screamed loudly enough to make Grimmjow pull away slightly, still trying his best to struggle away from Grimmjow's nails and mouth. This only resulted in Grimmjow punching the boy in the jaw to try and placate him from struggling. Ichigo whimpered and screamed again as more bites and scratching where placed upon him but struggled less.

Grimmjow's eyes morphed into an angular animalistic glare as he bit hard enough to draw copious amounts of blood from Ichigo's shoulder. Causing Ichigo to scream loudly once again, Grimmjow shuddered at the taste of rusty blood tinged with something that tasted curiously like strawberry and ruthlessly plunged his throbbing cock into the tight heat that was Ichigo Kurosaki.

Review please, constructive criticism is welcome
Love Usakko