Blood!

Summary: Keigo got into some trouble with the yakuza and comes to Ichigo for help. When he's followed to his apartment, Ichigo has to make a decision. (Nekoicihi)

"Go away."

"Ichigo!" Keigo cried helplessly, jamming the door with his foot in a desperate attempt to keep the door open. Ichigo raised a fist to punch him out of his doorway, Keigo going down into a bow to avoid it and hitting his head on the door with a loud thwack. Ichigo watched him limplessly fall to the ground, somehow maintaining his foot in the doorway. He sighed in impatience, using his own foot to try and quickly move him out of the way.

"You'd abandon an injured friend!" Keigo cried, Ichigo looking him straight in the eyes with an uninterested stare.

"Yes."

"ICHIGO!"

"Fine fine, but for only a minute."

Ichigo opened his door, Keigo giving him a sheepish grin as he snailed his way inside. Ichigo rolled his eyes, deciding he might as well hear him out a little bit. His scream had attracted some of his nosey neighbors, Ichigo not needing for his neighbor across from him to question his way of life anymore than she did while watering her smelly plants. She was obsessed with his ears and tail, going as far to even grab and pet his tail at one point.

It would have been nice if she didn't look like somebody's grandmother.

Ichigo shivered at the thought, grabbing two beers from the fridge. He looked at his near empty fridge, barely able to hold back a small sigh.

He had a twelve pack of beer and a couple veggies for dinner, his eyes glancing to his rice cooker. He had just received his check anyway, it wouldn't hurt to go grocery shopping after Keigo left.

Ichigo snorted as he closed the door, walking back over to Keigo. The usually animated man seemed almost deflated, Ichigo touching the beer to his cheek.

"Cold!" Keigo cried out, Ichigo's eyebrow twitching in tune with his ear as he wondered if maybe it was best to smack him over the head with it. Ichigo dropped it into his lap instead, the smaller male grabbing it and quickly opening it. His couch squeaked under his weight, Ichigo opening his own beer and taking a deep gulp. Nothing could beat the cool bitterness that slid down his throat, the feeling of relaxation something Ichigo needed badly.

"Ichigo…" The orange head cracked open an eye, the seriousness in Keigo's voice something abnormal. The smaller man was many things, but serious he was not.

"Ichigo I… I got into some trouble. I need your help." Keigo leveled him with his stare, his usual mirth absent, replaced with something close to fear.

"Please tell me you'll help me."

"No."

The smaller man sputtered, his serious facade falling back to his usual animation.

"Ichigo this is life or death! You have to help me! Aren't we friends!"

"Yes, now leave."

Keigo flailed onto the floor, spilling some of his beer onto the floor in the process. Ichigo winced, not looking forward to any more messes the idiot could cause.

"Fine, I'll hear you out," Ichigo grumbled, taking another large gulp of his beer to hide his slight smirk. Though the man still acted like a high schooler, Ichigo was grateful for his distraction. He had been worked to the bone from his boring desk job. All of his hard work and studying, only to be barely able to get a meager office job typing up spreadsheets?

If only his younger self could see him now.

"Thank you! It's kind of a long story so please hear me out!" Ichigo rested back into his couch, wincing when it squeaked again. He really needed to get a new one… Keigo closed his eyes as he took in a deep breath, Ichigo fighting the urge to tell him to get out. How long of a fucking story could this possibly be?

"Well, it all started when I went to the bar. I was meeting up with an old friend, who wanted to play cards. I drunkenly agreed, and-"

"They took all your money and you pretended to have more?" Ichigo guessed, Keigo holding the beer close to his chest like a poor maiden as he nodded sullenly. Ichigo sighed as he stood up, heading to the door to kick him out.

"Ichigo wait! My old friend was in the yakuza! I bet more money then I had and now they're going to take everything I own!" Ichigo stopped short of the door, his teeth grinding together as he dared anybody to lay a hand on the brat. He took a deep breath however, lowering his hand as he tried to process his words.

"Let me guess, you want me to help you cover the bill?" Ichigo inquired, Keigo nodding eagerly. Ichigo sighed, deciding to do his friend this one small deed after all he had done for him. He went to his room, kneeling down to grab the bag hidden under his bed. He had about 900,000 yen saved up for a new apartment and for a rainy day, the only thing stopping him at that point being his job.

He had to find a new one if he wanted to move out of this dump…

"How much?" Ichigo called over his shoulder, willing to part with just enough to help him out. No matter what, he had to go grocery shopping anyway…

"3 million yen…?" Ichigo's eyebrow twitched, his fingers quickly zipping up the bag before he sped walked to the door.

"Get out!" Ichigo yelled as he pulled it open quickly, Keigo flailing himself on the floor again as he cried miserably.

"Ichigo they'll kill me!" He cried, Ichigo walking over to him and stomping on him in a fit of rage.

"How did you bet 3 million yen idiot! How the fuck am I supposed to cover that!" He yelled, Keigo yelling out as he tried to squirm away.

"So this is where the worm went." Ichigo stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes darting to the door which had been left open. One man stood there, his tall lanky form barely able to even fit into the doorway as he entered into Ichigo's apartment.

"Tch. This place s' small." Ichigo's ear twitched as he tried to comprehend who that person was, hearing a small groan from beneath him. He looked down in confusion, seeing his foot over Keigo's face. He quickly removed it, the smaller man gasping for breathe.

"Sorry," Ichigo muttered, turning to fully face the larger man who had been patiently waiting.

Wait…

"Are you from the yakuza?" Ichigo asked rather calmly, Keigo's eyes becoming large as he bolted up.

"Nnoitra!" Keigo practically screeched, the lanky man raising an eyebrow. Now that Ichigo looked at him though, he only seemed to have one eye, the other covered by a patch. His hair was long and slicked back, his mouth almost looking like it spread from ear to ear. His ears fell back just slightly as he felt a sense of danger, the tall man grinning.

"Both of you will come with me. Bring whatever money you have on you now. The boss is waiting for you."

Ichigo wasn't sure what to do, standing, gaping like a fish as he tried to find a way out of being taken as well.

"I can cover a small portion of the bill, but I can't go. I have work in th-"

"Shut up neko. Either come with me, or I'll kill you here." Ichigo froze, his heartbeat speeding up and his tail becoming rigid. He swallowed down his anxiety, trying to hide the fact that his hands had started sweating. He wanted to argue but didn't dare, seeing the part of the gun the man was petting fondly under his sweater.

Keigo stayed silent as Ichigo grabbed his bag of money, the two following the taller man to the car. Ichigo yelped when he was punched, his vision blurring as a bag was placed over his head. He was thrown into the car harshly, feeling Keigo's weight slam against him. He fought hard to keep himself conscious, listening as the taller man got in and the car sped away.

Where were nosey old ladies when you needed them?

His head throbbed and his tail hurt from landing on it wrong, Ichigo holding back a whimper as he tried to assess the situation. He could barely see through the knitted cracks of the bags, his breathing harsh as he tried to convince himself that everything would be fine.

He hadn't been tied up like he had originally thought he would, but what felt like a concussion was making it hard for him to concentrate. Not to mention Keigo, who appeared to be out cold. Ichigo tried to move his legs experimentally, Keigo's dead weight pinning his legs in place.

"Tch. There's only 900,000," Ichigo recognized the lanky guys voice, his body becoming stiff as he tried to pretend to be passed out.

"Boss isn't going to be happy with this. I hope he lets me kill them." Ichigo heard rather than saw the grin the man had, a cold sweat forming on his body. His ears twitched involuntarily, his fingers palming his pocket for his phone.

Shit! He left it in his jacket!

"He might use the neko before that," the driver chuckled, Ichigo holding back a gasp till his lungs burned. He slowly moved his arm to paw at the door handle, relief washing over him when he felt the car come to a stop.

Ichigo turned the handle slowly, hearing the doors lock before he could turn it fully. He yelped when he was punched again, his vision slipping as darkness took him.

…...

"Wake up!"

Ichigo gasped when he was drenched with cold water, trying to twist away on instinct, a pained gasp leaving his lips as he realized his arms and legs were tied to a chair. The bag still covered his head, though he could tell they were in a bright area. His tail was pulled between an opening in the c hair, allowing him some comfort since it had been injured when he was thrown in the car.

"900,000? That's all ya friend can help ya with Kei?" Ichigo's head turned sharply to the voice, his tail twitching in aggravation as he tried to unsuccessfully see what was going on.

"Listen I'll get you your money, just don't bring him into this!" Ichigo tensed when the bag was pulled off his head, his eyes squinting as he tried to adjust to the overbearing light.

Ichigo shook his head, instantly regretting it as his head spun. He tried to focus his eyes on anything, his stare landing on Keigo. He was on his knees, his head on the ground as he pleaded. Tears were falling down his face profusely, a sight Ichigo hadn't seen since high school. He looked around, large glass windows nearly covering all sides of the room.

Were they in a office?

"Are ya hiding more?" Ichigo turned his head to the man talking, his vision clearing to show a blue haired man. He seemed vastly older than he or Keigo by experience, his brows furrowed as he rested his chin on his folded hands which were perched on a large desk. His blue eyes pierced through him, his tattoo's adding an almost feline tilt to them. His teal hair was shocking, Ichigo parting his lips as realization dawned on him.

"You don rememba me do you?" Ichigo slurred with a chuckle, the blue haired man raising an eyebrow. Ichigo fought to hold his head up, the throbbing pain beckoning him to pass out again.

"Hm?" The man questioned, Ichigo forcing his eyes to meet his own.

"Love hotel," Ichigo mumbled, the man's lips pulling down into a deep frown. Realization slowly dawned though, a maniacal laugh leaving his seemingly fanged mouth.

"I remember you Strawberry," the man replied with a grin, standing up from his seat and walking over to Ichigo's prone form.

"Your the one with the amazing mouth…" Long fingers wrapped around Ichigo's chin, forcing him to look up and meet his eyes.

"The names Grimmjow. Now answer, anymore money Strawberry?" Ichigo shook his head meekly, his eyes glancing to Keigo when a gun cocked. His eyes widened when he saw the lanky man point a gun at him, his heartbeat speeding up as panic set in.

"Don't!" He yelled, grunting when Grimmjow tightened his fingers on his chin, meeting his eyes when he shook his head to grab his attention.

"Give me a reason not to kill him. I'm sure he told you he owes 3 million. And you only have 900,00. Tell me Strawberry…" Ichigo looked from him to Keigo, his breath coming out harshly as he started to panic. Grimmjow let go of his chin, his fingers grabbing a twitching ear. Ichigo yelled out when he pulled it, forcing his head back.

"Answer me! Or you can die with him!" His grin was so maniacal, so fucking frightening. Ichigo swallowed back a whimper, feeling a few tears try to stick to the sides of eyes.

"Anything! Just name it and I'll do it!" He cried out when he heard the gun go off, followed by Keigo's scream. Ichigo grit his teeth as he felt sobs build in the back of his throat, looking to Keigo sharply who was holding his bleeding thigh.

"Keigo!" He yelled out, grunting when his chin was grabbed and forced to look at Grimmjow again.

"Anything?" Grimmjow parroted with a wide grin, Ichigo nodding fiercely. He felt the chuckle like a shock wave, the taller man standing up straight and fixing his suit.

"Nnoitra, patch him up and return him home. It seems his friend here will be paying it off for him. See ya later Kei." Ichigo strained to watch Keigo as he was dragged away, Grimmjow slicking back his hair.

"Ever done stripping before?"

The question caught Ichigo off guard, shaking his head no as Keigo was finally dragged fully out the room. Ichigo gasped when he was slapped, his chin grabbed again. His eyes were filled with fear and repressed tears, the blue haired man shaking his head roughly.

"You have a tongue, use it. Or would you rather I cut it out?" Ichigo's eyes widened in disbelief, wondering why he had ever thought it would be okay to suck off the guy when they met. It had been his last day working at the love hotel before he transferred to the company he was at now, and to think he wanted to leave with a bang.

He had been a virgin then, new to the world of pleasure. Now he was 20, though to think the blowjob had blown their minds so much they had both remembered each other.

If he was willing to do that with a man he didn't know, what else would this monster be okay with doing to him?

His father always said he was attracted to the wrong crowd.

"No. I'll do it just don't hurt him," Ichigo replied, Grimmjow chuckling as he took a knife from his pocket. Ichigo wondered if he would be into pain play, flinching away as he leaned down over him. He only however cut his ropes, Ichigo rubbing his wrists as Grimmjow cut his feet free as well.

"Good, get on your knees." Ichigo was taken aback by the request, quickly looking around to see they were alone in the large office. He swallowed thickly as Grimmjow unzipped his pants and pulled out his girth, slowly getting down to his knees.

He could do this. It was either this or Keigo's life.

Ichigo gasped when his hair was grabbed and he was forced onto the member, choking as he tried to adjust his throat to the girth. He grabbed onto the man's legs, a small whine leaving his throat as his throat was rammed. Grimmjow stilled his head, Ichigo taking in much needed breath through his nose. He closed his mouth around the girth, trying to relax his throat as he dug his fingers into his thighs.

"You can dance for me then, Strawberry. I expect you to be able to pay me off soon." Ichigo looked up, caught off guard as he saw Grimmjow watching him. Grimmjow's fingers loosened in his hair, allowing Ichigo to bob his head without fear of being choked to death. Ichigo closed his eyes, slurping to lessen the mess as he sucked, applying pressure across the length he could take. The rest he stroked with a hand, pulling away to lick the tip with his tongue. He opened his eyes when Grimmjow pulled his fringe, forcing his head back. His mouth gaped open as he panted, Grimmjow's member resting on his bottom lip.

His pants were unbearably tight.

He was attracted to the wrong crowd.

He was surely to die because of this.

"And your body will do nicely…" Ichigo kept eye contact as he released his hair, Grimmjow smirking as he grabbed his member and lightly slapped it against his mouth.

"Now suck it like you did that night. Then maybe I'll take care of you."

Author's note: It's been a long while since I've actually wanted to write, hopefully you guys love it. Not really sure where I'm going with it to be honest.