Chapter One: Rape
"Get a hold of yourself Ichigo!" Grimmjow yelled as he was roughly pushed on the bed. "Shut-up, I'm tired of you giving me mixed signals, so I'm taking things into my own hands!" Grimmjow looked at Ichigo in horror as he was roughly groped and stripped, completely naked for Ichigo's drunken and lustful gaze. For the first time in his life Grimmjow actually felt fear. Ichigo was someone he'd come to trust. He gave up his duties to Aizen to be with him, and this was how he repaid him. He had to get out of there fast before something bad happened. He tried pushing Ichigo away, but he was again roughly pushed down with Ichigo holding both of his arms above his head with his left hand, while the right roughly stretched his unprepared hole. 'Shit when did Ichigo get this strong?' When Ichigo added a second finger, Grimmjow snapped out of his thoughts. "What the fuck Ichigo, this isn't the type of relationship I wanted to have with you!" "…" When Ichigo didn't respond, Grimmjow knew for sure Ichigo didn't care anymore and that his fate was sealed. Ichigo removed his fingers from Grimmjow's now abused entrance and slowly unzipped his pants, all the while taking in Grimmjow's horror filled face. "I'm your first aren't I Grimmjow? Should I be rough or gentle?" Gimmjow averted his gaze to the wall and said nothing. "No answer? Well I guess I'll choose for you, and I choose to be rough!" Ichigo positioned himself at Grimmjow's entrance and forcefully pushed past the tight ring of muscles all while Grimmjow's screams shattered the silence they were wrapped in. Ichigo was true to his word, showing no sign of being gentle as he thrust in and out of Grimmjow, taken in all the screams of pain as they seemed to fuel his lust. Ichigo gave a few more thrust as he came, releasing his seed deep inside Grimmjow. Pulling out as he collapsed beside Grimmjow's abused and broken body. When Grimmjow knew for sure Ichigo was asleep he slowly stood up, feeling the blood trickling down his legs and opened a Gargantua. Leaving the person he thought he once loved to sleep on a bed covered with blood.
Grimmjow slowly made his way through the halls of Las Noches, trying to be as quite as possible while at the same time trying not to disturb the other Espada, when a soft monotone voice broke him from his thoughts. "What happened to you Grimmjow?" It was Ulquiorra Schiffer.