Chapter 2

Author's note: So this story is a Bleach story and any reference to Inuyasha is because I just finished an Inuyasha story and am trying to adjust names again in my head.

"So your getting married?" Ichigo rolled his eyes as Karin sat down next to him at the table, Yuzu silent as she ate her dinner. A week had gone by since that fateful day, and in that week he had been prepared for his marriage. He had been told what to wear, and sent shopping when he didn't have it.

He was told what to eat, and so much other crap he thought his head would explode. To escape he had stopped answering the calls from the wedding planners and from his father, who had gone out of town to get him everything he needed. Ichigo was mentally exhausted and didn't like it in the least.

"I guess it can't be that bad," Yuzu commented, Ichigo raising an eyebrow as he looked to her. He bit into his apple; glad there was nobody there to smack his hand when he spoke with his mouth full.

"How? He's rude," Ichigo pointed out, remembering how the blue haired man had practically jumped on him to prove a stupid point. Ichigo took another bite of his apple, licking away the juices from his bottom lip. Tomorrow morning would be the day of his wedding, but he wasn't intent on going for the worth of shit.

"Well, at least we know now he likes you." Ichigo shot a glare at Karin who stuck her tongue out, Ichigo rolling his eyes as he finished his apple and threw it away, walking to the cabinet to get something else to eat.

"Ichigo!" Ichigo ducked, his father's foot stopping inches from his face. Ichigo spun around, putting his father into a headlock.

"Stop doing that old man!" Ichigo growled out, his father slapping his arm as he tried to get free. Ichigo let go once he felt his point had gone across, looking up when he heard someone clear their voice. Ichigo frowned in annoyance when he saw it was the wedding planner, the man frowning with the same amount of annoyance.

"Ichigo come with me," the wedding planner ordered, Ichigo following obediently despite his dislike of the man. The wedding planner led him to his car, Ichigo getting inside when he told him to. The older man stood a few inches shorter than him, his golden hair long and pulled into a ponytail over a shoulder.

He was more Ichigo's type than Grimmjow, but they annoyed each other too much to ever want to get together. Ichigo never bothered to learn the guys name, never finding the time to care.

"Ichigo, do you know why I am here?" The guy asked, Ichigo looking out the window as he tried to be indifferent.

"I am here because you are getting married, not because I want to be." Ichigo snorted, the man stopping at a light.

"I never even bothered to know your name, isn't that proof enough I don't care?" Ichigo questioned, the wedding planner quiet for a second.

"The name's Shinji. I swear, all you nobles are the same," Shinji tsked, the words getting a reaction.

"I'm nothing like them!" Shinji was caught off guard by Ichigo's sudden yell, the neko seething as he looked away from Shinji again. He had lived his entire life as himself, he was not just a copy of one of those stuck up nobles.

"I'm me," Ichigo whispered, Shinji pulling over and parking the car. Ichigo gasped when his arm was grabbed and he was pulled into an unexpected kiss, his stomach rolling with disgust and his form bursting out as he pulled away and hissed in anger. Shinji smirked, wiping his mouth.

"He marked you good," Shinji said with a chuckle, Ichigo quickly suppressing his true form as he tried to calm himself. He felt violated, unlocking the door to get out.

"Wherever you go Ichigo, he will find you. Never forget that." Ichigo stopped moving, panting softly as his mind raced. He turned to face Shinji who raised an eyebrow, Ichigo crossing his arms over his chest.

"What do you mean he marked me?" Ichigo asked softly, Shinji taking the car out of park as he continued to drive again.

"You're a fertile Ichigo, your essence is only half of the puzzle. The alpha comes in and puts in the other half. That's why we have to see if we can arouse our partner's because if we can't than we can't connect. He not only aroused you, he forced a temporary connect." Ichigo frowned in confusion, Shinji looking to his face before looking back to the road with a smirk.

"He basically made any other male incapable of arousing you." Ichigo looked away from Shinji, clenching his hand into a fist. He wondered why people like him had to play so dirty.

"He probably knew you would try to run," Shinji told him, Ichigo remembering that fateful morning when he tried to get Grimmjow to leave. Ichigo sat back in his seat, feeling a little bit defeated. Shinji saw this, clearing his throat softly.

"Ichigo, I talked to your father. I understand your want to not get married. Grimmjow is a trusted friend of mine, and though he's a little rough on the edges he can be tamed." Ichigo had to chuckle a little at that, the man exactly like a wild animal when he encountered Ichigo. Ichigo felt like his prey, and now he knew why.

"I can't say he won't be abusive, but if he ever tries to be tell me. I'll have my husband beat some crap into him." Ichigo's eyes widened in surprise, Shinji taking a turn into the parkway of a bridal store.

"You have a husband?" Ichigo questioned as Shinji unbuckled, Shinji nodding as he opened his door.

"Everything get's better in the end Strawberry," Shinji told him, a teasing tone mixed in with his seriousness. Ichigo frowned at the mention of Strawberry, tired of everybody calling him that. He looked up to the store sign, lifting his lip in dislike as he grudgingly followed Shinji inside.

Ichigo woke up the next morning to his door being slammed open. He sat up quickly, his father grinning as he hauled him out of his bed. Ichigo was pushed into the bathroom, his father telling him to bathe with the oils he had bought. Ichigo sighed as he stepped out of his clothes, turning on the water and stopping the tub.

He looked to the bottles of oil, raising an eyebrow when he saw it wasn't just any oil.

This type of oil people killed for.

Ichigo bathed himself and made sure everything was clean, even inside of him. It was rather uncomfortable to do that, but curiosity made him search deeper than just cleaning. Ichigo rested on his knees, one hand placed on the tub edge as he pushed in two fingers. He winced from the pain, taking it slowly as he stretched himself.

He wasn't entirely sure on what to do but tried to copy what he saw in porn on the internet.

Ichigo moved his fingers in and out slowly, not really enjoying the feeling but not hating it either. He pressed his fingers deeper, twisting his wrist when it hurt. Ichigo put his free hand over his mouth, shaking as he tried to hold back the moan that wanted to escape. He tested the touch again, lurching forward and clamping his eyes shut. His balls tightened and his stomach twisted, the feeling orgasmic.

Ichigo spread his legs some more, pressing his fingers in further to try and bypass that electrical feeling. Ichigo was panting as he pleasured himself, lowering his hand to his member as he stroked himself to completion. His jaw went slack when he came, his eyelids fluttering as he suddenly became weak and tired.

Ichigo pulled his fingers out, washing them off before rising up to his feet. He let the water, oil, and cum go down the drain, wondering vaguely if that was how his first time would feel. Ichigo frowned, wondering now if Grimmjow would hurt him more than pleasure him.

Ichigo shook away the thought as he redressed, leaving the bathroom and heading downstairs to the limo that waited for him. He was driven to a large mansion; Ichigo helped out and led to the mansion doors. A butler gave him a smile, bowing in his presence.

Ichigo was led to a room upstairs, his wedding dress put on the bed. Ichigo hated the thought of a dress, but for neko's it was a tad different. The woman at the bridal store had a whole other room of kimono's for neko, Inu, and Blood C weddings. Shinji had him try on at least ten kimono's before Ichigo found one he liked.

It was black and white, the kimono covered in neko markings. The top kimono layer was black with white neko markings that looked like petals and the symbols of their gods.

The under layer was pure white, and the layer beneath that was a dark blue. He had so many layers he wondered how he would undress later that night for bed. Since he was a noble he would wear the traditional kimono. His hair was brushed out and smoothed down somewhat. Makeup was used to even the color of his skin, all of blemishes brushed away.

A pin was put in his hair, and a dash of eyeliner and mascara gave him the cat like curve his kind strove for. Ichigo looked at himself in the mirror, looking at the person he could hardly recognize. He touched a hand to the glass, looking at his own face with a look of bewilderment. His dresser came to stand next to him, a smile on her face.

"Your beautiful." Ichigo parted his lips, the dresser quickly covering them in a pink lipstick. Ichigo got up from his seat when the clock rang, the time for his marriage now. Ichigo suddenly felt the urge to run, wondering if he could ask his father one more time about taking his throne.

"Shape shift," his dresser ordered, Ichigo frowning as he looked at himself in the mirror again. He was not allowed to shape shift until he got married, and the thought that he would have to do it so soon made him shudder. He concentrated hard, letting his control go.

His energy filled the room and broke through the doors, the dresser quickly overwhelmed and almost brought to her knees. Ichigo's hair became long and flowed down his back, his body covered in the markings of his people. His eyes became dark with yellow surrounding the pupil, his tail splitting into three. His claws grew longer, his canines growing sharper. His ears popped up, the appendages lined with white.

Ichigo looked at himself in the mirror, seeing only the most angelic of beings. A butler came in to take him, the dresser on her knees by the time he left. Ichigo was not allowed to conceal his power till they fully connected on their wedding night, which was when he would give himself to Grimmjow.

The thought made Ichigo feel jittery, his steps slow as he walked down the hallway towards where Grimmjow waited. They exited to the backyard, which was more of a park than anything else do to its size. Ichigo looked up from the ground, looking to Grimmjow who had shaped shifted as well.

His entire body seemed to be covered in bone like armor, his blue hair long and flowing. His eyes screamed his want for him as his ears twitched as the people around them commented on Ichigo's beauty and power. Ichigo slowly moved towards Grimmjow, the butler staying by his side the entire time.

Ichigo was supposed to keep his head bowed in shyness, but there was none to be had. He refused to submit so easily to this man, his eyes narrowing slightly as their powers clashed. His mind was suddenly flooded with the remembrance of that day, arousal pumping through his veins despite his urge to control it.

This was how Grimmjow felt towards him, he felt this lust for him. Ichigo was a tad taken aback as he stopped next to Grimmjow; the carnal urge to dominant him inside this man enough to make Ichigo wonder if his first night would consist of only pain. Grimmjow bowed and Ichigo bowed in turn, the Nobel clearing his throat as they both straightened themselves.

Ichigo went through the entire ceremony without even looking at Grimmjow, scared of what might happen between them. After they were deemed one, Grimmjow led Ichigo to a table as everybody celebrated. Ichigo sat down on the floor, his legs tucked beneath him as he watched the many people dance and sing.

Ichigo looked to Grimmjow when he felt a hand touch his thigh, their movements hidden by the tablecloth and curtain hanging over their table. Ichigo felt his entire body tense when Grimmjow tried to slip his hand beneath his kimonos, grabbing his hand tightly and pushing it away.

Grimmjow smirked, talking to a few friends that came in to celebrate with them. Ichigo kept his drinking to a minimal while Grimmjow drank like a horse. Ichigo was terrified now, getting up to go to their chambers when the time came. He closed the door to their room softly, looking around to ensure nobody was watching.

He ran to the bathroom and grabbed the bottle of oil there, going over to the bed. He stripped down to his last kimono, getting into bed as he hoped Grimmjow was too drunk for sex and blacked out. He bit off his claws before putting some oil on his fingers, reaching a hand down to prepare himself.

Once again that awkward feeling was there, Ichigo raising his knees higher as he pushed his fingers in deeper. He closed his eyes, searching for that sweet spot inside of him. Putting two fingers at once hurt, the constant pinching as his hole ached for a slower pace distracting him from finding the spot that made him feel good.

Ichigo bucked his hips when he found it though, closing his eyes as he bit back a moan. His hips jerked and his jaw became slack as he played with himself, his member quickly hardening between his legs.

"I see you got started without me." Ichigo's eyes snapped open, his fingers leaving himself as he sat up. Grimmjow leaned against the doorframe, his lips pulled into a large grin that made Ichigo feel like a piece of meat he was going to murder.

"I don't need you for anything!" Ichigo barked, Grimmjow's armor cracking before shattering around him. His body below was amazing, Ichigo looking away when he saw the one part that stood taller than the rest.

Grimmjow was large, his member long and thick. Ichigo's hole throbbed in need, but Ichigo quickly cut it down. Grimmjow moved over to the bed, Ichigo moving away from him with a hiss. Grimmjow chuckled, Ichigo gasping when his ankle was grabbed and he was pulled down harshly.

"Don't resist Strawberry, I'll hurt you," Grimmjow growled into his ear, Ichigo looking away from him as he waited to have his body torn apart. Grimmjow licked his neck, Ichigo feeling his heat against his thigh. He gasped when Grimmjow kissed him, the blue haired man reaching a hand down and pressing a finger into his hole. Ichigo gripped the sheets, moaning as he pushed it in roughly. His kimono was torn shamelessly, allowing Grimmjow to enter him without difficulty.

Grimmjow's finger was easily two of his own, Ichigo pulling away from the kiss and gasping as Grimmjow pushed in a second finger. Ichigo whimpered when he pushed them in roughly, their power's battling as Grimmjow pleasured him.

"Like that?" Grimmjow purred, Ichigo gripping the pillow beneath his head as he threw his head back with a cry of pleasure. Grimmjow grinned, Ichigo feeling his cheeks and body erupting with heat as Grimmjow's fingers passed by his prostate. Ichigo's hips bucked and he threw a hand over his mouth, a muffled moan escaping his throat.

Grimmjow pulled his fingers out, pouring a little more oil over Ichigo's hole that was already red from their little play. Ichigo was panting, his knees raised as he whispered for more. Grimmjow put some oil on his member, rubbing it in as he looked over his kinky strawberry neko. Ichigo gasped when he was raised, his legs moving clumsily as Grimmjow positioned him so Ichigo's back was against his chest.

Ichigo was confused when his arms were grabbed and held behind his back with a large hand, Grimmjow grabbing his member and lining himself up.

"Tell me Ichigo, how do you like it?" Grimmjow asked, Ichigo gasping out in pain as he started to push in. Grimmjow let go of his member as he sank in unbearably slow, grabbing Ichigo's chin and lifting his head. Ichigo's jaw was shut tight as he grunted with each push and pull, Grimmjow not even halfway in yet. Grimmjow frowned, snapping his hips forward to lessen the pain.

Ichigo cried out in pain, Grimmjow turning his head as he planted his lips over Ichigo's. Ichigo whimpered into his mouth, shivering against him as his body tried to adjust. Grimmjow kept his hips still as Ichigo slowly adapted to the sudden intrusion, his hips jerking slightly in need to pound into the tight heat.

Ichigo had definitely been a virgin, and the thought made Grimmjow purr. Ichigo fell limply against him as his body finally relaxed, pulling away from the kiss to pant as his entire body burned with the need to want the intrusion removed but pulled in closer.

"I'll kiss it better," Grimmjow purred, Ichigo gasping as he was pushed forward some. Grimmjow pulled his hips out, Ichigo gritting his teeth when he pushed back in roughly. Grimmjow groaned in pleasure, Ichigo's eyes brimming with tears from the pain. Grimmjow let go of his arms and pushed him down into the sheets, Ichigo lying there propped on his knees.

He gripped the sheets as Grimmjow pulled out again, trying hard not to cry out in pain as he pushed in and hurt him. Ichigo turned his face into the sheets, wanting to pull away but unable to.

Grimmjow raised his hips, pulling out before pushing back in roughly. This time Ichigo couldn't stop the cry of pain, Grimmjow grabbing onto the back of his neck as he groaned. Ichigo wondered if this was how it would always be, tears wetting the sheets as Grimmjow pulled out again. Ichigo gripped the sheets and cried out when he felt his member bypass his sweet spot, the pleasure an anchor compared to the water of pain.

Ichigo lurched for it, Grimmjow pulling out and thrusting in faster as he found a rhythm. Ichigo tried to keep his hips positioned in a away that he felt the pleasure, the pain and pleasure mixing into something that made his stomach burn and his body convulse. Grimmjow seemed indifferent to his pain though, brutal in his drunken state.

Ichigo cried out when he came, Grimmjow cumming into his body with a groan before pulling out. The brute fell down next to him, almost unconscious. Ichigo slowly collected himself, tiptoeing to the bathroom and closing the door. He locked it for good measure, turning on the water for a bath. He sobbed softly as he took off his torn kimono, his pride broken as he got into the rising water slowly.

He could hardly sit down; his body feeling violated and bruised all over. Ichigo brought his knees to his chest; his true form seeping away as his body and soul was tied to Grimmjow's. Ichigo sniffled, seeing blood staining the water. He felt like a virgin woman, his fears having been right. He vowed to never let Grimmjow touch him again, cleaning himself with shaking hands.

He wondered if this was all worth having an heir for the throne as he turned off the running water, angry at his father for letting him be hurt in this way. He had been bullied a large portion of his childhood, but nothing compared to this pain. Ichigo had been used, and it made him feel dirty.

He got out when he felt less violated, putting a towel over himself. He unlocked the bathroom door, looking to Grimmjow who was fast asleep on the bed. Ichigo couldn't even bare to be near him, going over to the couch and lying down. It was uncomfortable, but he would sooner sleep here then be stuck near Grimmjow again.

He wished to never have sex with him again.