Hello folks! So new story, and yes this has been done before: poor abused Ichi getting saved by Grimm, hell i've done it a few times but this had a few twists in it you might not see coming.

Warnings and disclaimers:

Don't own Bleach, its characters or plot lines but own the following torture and fluffy angst. Will have non-con/dub-con (in this chapter btw) as well as yaoi, BL, hot guy on guy sex. explicit domestic abuse will feature at the start. If any of these upset you please don't read the story, you're only going to get upset more.

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Anyway on to the chapter

Phoe
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Chapter 1

There are three things in life are historically stressful: marriage, divorce and moving house. Grimmjow had never experienced the first and therefore the second thankfully but that third one had happened all too often in the last seven years. He'd been close to that first one once upon a time but it ended, funnily enough coinciding with the start of that seven year period. If he was honest, that breakup was as close enough to a divorce as he'd ever want to get, making him shy away from serious relationships ever since.

Another box full was labelled and stacked with the growing pile in the living room. Grimmjow laid it delicately enough for a box full of unbreakables, as in not very. Straightening, Grimmjow held back the old man groan he so wanted to let out but he knew it wasn't worth it. Thirty had come and gone a few years ago and had left friends. His bright blue hair had a few greys in it now, the colour being very forgiving thankfully; Grimmjow's father hadn't shown until he was well into his fifties. His face was still unlined and his body was still strong, his age just adding more definition and muscular lines to his youthful figure. He didn't look his age but he definitely didn't look nineteen. Thirty four and some change wasn't the end of the world even if some of his friends liked to deny their triple decade ages.

"Dad, I need more boxes!" The shout came indelicately from his daughter's room, the girl's voice able to carry through brick walls, just like her mother.

Grimmjow rolled his eyes before grabbing two more flat packed boxes and heading to his child's room. Opening the door he sneered at the mess, the girl dancing round her room as she picked items up individually and placed them into one of four boxes lying open on the floor. At the rate she was going, she might be finished by Christmas, bearing in mind that it was February. "You hollered for more boxes?"

Nel turned at her father's voice, a smile splitting her beautiful face. She pulled one earphone from her ear, leaving the other in place as she headed over, bare feet padding on the floor. She was dressed in a white vest and black leggings with a pale denim shirt open over the top. The shirt was one of Grimmjow's and she had the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. It was an outfit he would never allow her out of the house in, Grimmjow of the opinion that leggings were the equivalent of tights and therefore needed something over the ass. "Thank you Dad." She leaned in, her long green pony tail training over her shoulder to brush against his as she pecked him on the cheek. She took the boxes from him and popped them open before laying them on the ground. The earphone went back into its place as the girl proceeded to move other objects around.

"Nel," he said her name a bit louder than normal to get her attention. The girl turned around with her earphone pulled again, an enquiring look on her face. "We have tonight to finish this, I told you to start earlier. The van will be here first thing in the morning and we have to pack up before we drive. It's a five hour drive and I'd really like to be able to stop on the way and still get there on time to unload in day light."

The girl rolled her eyes in true teenage style. She was turning sixteen in three weeks and was convinced she knew everything and that her father was truly there to just ruin her fun. She loved him deeply and knew her mother had given her up without a thought. If her father hadn't taken her and raised her, she didn't know where she'd be. "It'll be done Dad. Two more hours."

Grimmjow nodded his head, closing the door as he went back to packing up the bathroom. He lifted the toilet brush and the cleaners stored behind the toilet pan into the box at his side, the plunger joining them. He looked into the cabinet, grabbing the last of the bottles inside to pack them. He counted eight nearly finished bottles of girly shampoo; eight! It was a female mystery that led to this phenomenon, not finishing the old one before starting the new one. He'd asked his daughter, ranted at her more truthfully at the countless bottles open around the bathtub rim. He asked her just to throw them out if she didn't want that brand any more but her response had been 'what if there is an emergency?'

A shampoo related emergency? Some end of the world, apocalyptic moment where all that is needed is endless amounts of left over shampoo. Well he'll be proud of his daughter if she saves the world with her shampoo left overs.

The box was not full when he finished but he closed it up anyway, lifting the black sharpie out of his back pocket to label the box on all sides and the lid so he knows which room to put it in. He had moved twice before someone gave him that tip. He also had a 'first' box for both himself and Nel with their most important thing in it and they would go into the car for the trip. Grimmjow had his phone charger, his sleep trousers and the remote control among other things and he had no desire to find out what was in his daughter's box.

When his last box was put into the living room he sat in his sofa, looking around at his home for the last two and a half years. This had been a good place and they had been settled here. Nel had a good school and he'd finally managed to get a good job, even if it was in the same company he'd been with for years. His moves had all been work related, even the first although it had stemmed from his transfer request after wanting to get far from his ex. His daughter had been uprooted at eight to move across the country, leaving someone who had been basically a parent to her. She still had a picture of her and her daddy even if all other photographs of the man had been removed from common sight. Grimmjow didn't have the heart to throw them out even if it hurt to see them at times. There were some nights where he would have a few too many beers after Nel was in her room and he'd pull the box out from the cupboard, placed on the top shelf to make it difficult to get to but not impossible for his tall frame. The box contained everything from that relationship that really meant something and he could bring himself to throw out. There was a folded t-shirt that was originally Grimmjow's but his ex had loved. It was too short and tight for the blue haired man but his lover had been smaller built than him. The shirt had originally been blue but was so washed out it was almost white and it had a barely there print of the words 'Wayne stock' with the o being a peace sign. It had been one of Grimmjow's favourite movies at the time and was something he had in common with the other. Photos, theatre ticket stubs, gig tickets all sat in the box with no order to them as well as a jewellery box with the chain and ring he had got as a present for his twenty first birthday from the other. The box also contained the ring he'd got the other as a promise, one he'd broken and had the ring thrown in his face for. Breakups were always messy but after being together for seven years and living together for over five of them had meant when it self-combusted, it went nuclear. Things were thrown, a couple of fists as well as other objects and a lot of insults and Grimmjow had left, returning the next day with his friend and a van to remove his things and his daughter. He remembered the expression on his lover's face as he hugged the little girl, both not wanting to release each other. Nel had screamed, saying she wanted to stay with her daddy, saying she hated her dad for making Daddy cry. The man had taken pity on his ex-lover, kneeling in front of the girl and speaking to her quietly, telling her he would always love her and she would always be his little girl. He made her promise to be a good girl for her dad and that it was a bad thing to tell him she didn't love him. The girl had apologised to her father with tears in her eyes and had let the man put her in the car, Grimmjow returning to the doorstep to say goodbye. His friend Nnoitra had stood at the van, leaning against the driver's door with his arms crossed across his lean frame, glaring at the other man with his one good eye.

Grimmjow rubbed the back of his neck as he approached the other, the tears in his eyes at saying good bye to the girl not helping Grimmjow keep his composure. Grimmjow had always hated to see the other cry and was glad the man was fairly unemotional when it came to stuff like that. Even with the other standing on the small porch step Grimmjow was still taller than him, looking down into the red rimmed brown eyes as the other swallowed as he composed himself.

"For what it's worth, I'm sorry."

"Are you? You're the one running across the country rather than trying to sort it out."

"Try? I've been trying; you're the one pushing me away!" Grimmjow felt his anger rise, the same argument they'd been having for months peeking out.

"I'm not having this argument again. It's done, you're gone. Are you at least going to leave me a forwarding address for all your shit? And I'd like to be able to write to Nel."

"I'll send you an email or something when we're settled. I don't want a repeat of today any time soon so forgive me if I don't do it right away."

"She's your daughter, you've made that abundantly clear recently. When she's sick and up all night, have fun and when she comes through to you in the middle of the night because she's had a fright it'll be your job to get up and check her room and stay with her till she falls asleep. But you'll probably replace me quickly enough so maybe you won't have to worry."

Grimmjow scowled at the reprimand and at the reminder of the huge part of Nel's life he was ripping away. The fact that it was devastating the man in front of him as well was poor consolation as he didn't want to hurt the other either. He closed his eyes as he grimaced, opening them to see the beloved brown eyes looking up at him in regret, possibly at what the man had just said.

A hand reached out and gripped at Grimmjow's arm, familiar fingers squeezing for a second before releasing. "Take care of yourself, Nel too. If you ever need anything you can call me, I'll probably pick up. And, I'm sorry too." The brown eyes filled again and the man turned and went into the house, the door closing gently. Grimmjow leaned forward, pressing one hand onto the portal for the last time. He could hear that his ex hadn't got far before his emotions had got to him and was clearly sobbing in the hallway.

"I love you Ichigo." The words were spoken quietly and were full of regret but spoken truthfully before the man turned his back and left.

iiiii

Ichigo was surprised how loud a slap sounded when it hit a face. And other part of the body, even other parts of a head were quieter. He guessed it was something to do with the proximity to the ear plus the resonance inside the mouth cavity and the sound it released was definitely connected to the pain generated by the slap.

It was a sad thing that he could come up with conjecture after being on the receiving end of a powerful slap to the face but the fact was that he was just a bit used to it. Plus getting upset usually meant more strikes and pain and therefore was a waste of time and energy. Two years, three days and six hours. That was how long it had been since his first 'punishment'. He had celebrated the two year anniversary three days ago with a nice ice pack and some painkillers washed down with a beer and had figured he'd been clear for the rest of the week but it turned out to be a short reprieve.

He remembered the first strike. It had been a shot to the face as well, a heavy handed slap that had felt like it had loosened teeth and burst his eye ball but all it left was a swollen cheek and slight bruising to his cheekbone. He remembered sitting on his backside, looking up at the man who was supposed to love him, standing over him with clenched fists. Ichigo's first instinct was to lash out, to inflict a similar amount of pain on his abuser but when he really looked at him he could see the unshed tears in his eyes.

"Why Ichigo? Why would you cheat on me?"

Ichigo had paled, his cheek still throbbing but he reached up to his lover, clinging to his trousers. He professed he'd not cheated; he'd just been speaking to the guys at Renji's party, just being friendly. His lover had sunk to his knees in front of Ichigo, tears finally flowing down his face as he released his emotions.

"Kaname saw you, he said you'd sat on some guys lap and had been flirting with everyone. You danced with some guys and got totally trashed. If you were that far gone how do you know you didn't cheat on me? How do you know someone didn't take advantage of you?"

Ichigo had held his lover, telling him he had made assumptions from a story. Ichigo insisted he hadn't been drunk and had only perched on the arm of Chad's chair when there weren't other seats free and the large half-Mexican was not only one of Ichigo's oldest friends but was straight and had been engaged to be married. As for the dancing and the flirting Kaname had clearly got the wrong impression and Ichigo was only hanging out with his friends in the same way he'd been doing for years.

That argument had stopped that right away, Ichigo now discouraged to hang out with his 'delinquent' friends. He'd gone to Chad's wedding but only because they'd both been invited. Ichigo had basically been glued to his lover's side all night, something that annoyed his friends but he'd just pleaded a strained muscle from a karate tournament.

Karate had become his only escape as well as his cover up. It was the one place his lover didn't follow unless it was a weekend tournament that he had to attend, Ichigo not allowed to go anywhere overnight alone. Two nights a week and one Saturday a month he got to escape and be himself, getting to train younger students as well as spar with people nearer his level, the physical activity taking some of his stress.

Two years later he knew what he was stuck in and he hid it the best he could. No one would believe that a third Dan black belt was a victim of domestic abuse anyway and the knowledge that he got punched and kicked for recreation was a good cover up for the random bruises that appeared on him.

It was the face ones that were the hardest to hide and to explain, a slap to the face looked like a slap to the face and usually his lover avoided such obvious attacks. Arm, leg and torso bruises were not only under clothes, they were quickly laughed off with a story of a young one with poor control or a bad fall if anyone did see them.

And here he was, a Sunday night with about ten hours before he had to be at his work with a swollen cheek and probably finger bruises round his left arm. He looked up through tired eyes at the man he used to love, seeing the usual blend of emotions staring back at him. Guilt, anger, fear and a bit of self-loathing gazed back at him from those murky brown eyes, making him break his gaze and look at the floor.

"Three nights, you've been out three nights this week and I've been alone here, waiting for you. Why would you do that to me? Why do you want me to be alone?"

Ichigo took a deep breath, reminding himself why he had to put up with this and to keep a lid on his temper. The few times he had retaliated, it hadn't ended well. He had self-restraint, it turned out his lover didn't and Ichigo had been thoroughly reprimanded every time eventually beating him to the point he didn't try. What was the point, he couldn't escape so why bring more pain than he needed to. He would have called himself pathetic if he was looking from the outside but he'd pushed away all of his friends to well that there was no one there to tell him.

He drew himself up on his knees, ignoring the stabbing pain from his tail bone from the harsh fall. He wasn't as young as he used to be and his body didn't like hard knocks to the floor. Even his well-practiced karate muscles couldn't break every fall properly. Looking up at his supposed lover, he widened his eyes, knowing the other had a soft spot for them. "Love, you know I don't want you to be alone. I told you I had a dojo meeting tonight, we've got the regional tournament coming up and we've still got to sort out stuff. I told you last week and this morning." Ichigo flinched away as the hand was raised again. "You know I've got to go to work tomorrow, I can't take any more time off. Please don't hit me again."

The hand turned from a back handed slap into a caressing palm running over the throbbing cheek. "Fine, I won't hit you. You know I don't like hurting you, you just don't listen, you never listen. And I found that invitation from Abarai, I thought you might be meeting him tonight. I thought I told you I didn't like him. We agreed we didn't like him."

Ichigo cursed mentally, he thought he'd disposed of the wedding invitation better. "It arrived in the mail. I threw it out."

"So you don't want to go?"

Ichigo shook his head, hands still behind him holding his upper body up. His lover knelt between his legs, hands going to prop himself up over the prone man. "You don't want to go to your old friend's wedding, see all the old gang and dance and drink with them?" Ichigo shook his head again, biting back the grimace he felt as the other nuzzled at his neck. The man was lying over him, their groins aligned and Ichigo could feel that the other was hard, the rod rubbing at his groin as the man started kissing and sucking at his throat. A hand travelled up his t-shirt, nipping at his nipples and raking down his torso. He dropped his head down, a deep frown on his face at the pain being inflicted on him. He wasn't adverse to a bit of pain during sex, he was a bottom after all and a little pain went hand in hand with that but as he was far from turned on this was just unpleasant as always.

He managed to distance himself as his trousers were shed, the other turning his body over, a thick rod rubbing at his rear.

"Scream for me Ichigo." The man plunged into the unprepared entrance, feeling the muscle protest before giving way under his demanding thrust, not even a second of time passing before he started plunging in and out with no thought given to his partner.

"Sousuke!"

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