Chapter Two
All New Instincts

Naughty bad Grimmjow :P

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Moving down the hallway back towards his room, Grimmjow scowled. That meeting had been a complete waste of his time. He didn't need updating on Ichigo and his friends. He'd fucking been there for god's sake. But there had been Espada who hadn't known, and for their sake Aizen had called the meeting. It wasn't so much that the twisted Shinigami cared whether they knew or not – it was more a chance for him to gloat over another victory, as if he'd done all the work. Bastard. He'd also asked how breaking Ichigo was going, to which Grimmjow had given him an incredulous look and said it had only been half an hour.

But now that he was on his own, the sixth Espada smirked. He'd found just the thing to keep Ichigo in line, and it was beneficial to himself too. He hadn't realised how sexually charged he was until he'd felt Ichigo, hard and squirming beneath him. There had never really been time for sex before, or even the desire. Only fighting. But now Grimmjow was lusting after it, and it even served a purpose. Aizen would get what he wanted, and Grimmjow would get pleasure out of it. Everyone wins, thought Grimmjow with a dark smirk.

He entered his room to find Ichigo in the exact place he'd left him – led down on the floor by the door. He was about to yell at the red head when he realised that he'd changed into the Arrancar uniform.

"Heh, looks good on you." Grimmjow muttered. Ichigo didn't respond. Didn't even move. "Oi, Shinigami."

"What?" Ichigo muttered. His eyes were fixed determinedly at the floor, glaring holes in it.

"Get up."

"No." Grimmjow caught hold of his chain and yanked him up by his throat, causing Ichigo to gasp in pain. "Fucking hell!" he snapped.

"It wouldn't have happened if you'd just obeyed me." Grimmjow muttered, smirking. He pressed the Shinigami up against the wall with his body, successfully trapping Ichigo's hands behind him. Just thinking about all the things he could do to the red head on the way here had made Grimmjow hard, and he pressed his erection into Ichigo's groin, making Ichigo grit his teeth. "You shouldn't fight against this, Shinigami." Grimmjow muttered, hand unzipping the front of his jacket and fondling him. Ichigo bit his lip. "Think about it. You're trapped here. Your two friends are probably dead by now and the Shinigami won't risk their necks for you. Even if they did, there's no way in hell they'd be able to break in here." He leaned forward, teeth scraping Ichigo's neck, making the other shudder. "Just submit. It'll make things a lot nicer for you." He chuckled against Ichigo's skin, his breath tickling the red head. "Well?" he leaned back to smirk at Ichigo, waiting for an answer.

"Go… to hell…" Ichigo muttered, glaring at Grimmjow. The Espada sneered, showing pointed fangs.

"That's fine with me. I love a good fight." He muttered. In one swift movement he pulled the chain hard enough to break it, and yanked Ichigo over to the bed with the remaining length.

"No… no!" Ichigo yelled, trying to resist the pull as much as he could. But Grimmjow pushed him down onto the bed stomach down, undoing the collar and capturing both the Shinigami's wrists with it before tying them to the headboard. Ichigo was thrashing around crazily and nearly threw Grimmjow off of him, but the Espada latched on to him with his legs and growled. "Let me go!"

"As if." Grimmjow muttered, pulling down Ichigo's hakama to reveal his rear and legs. The sixth Espada licked his lips. "You should have fought me naked. You've got a nice ass."

"Don't do this…" Ichigo muttered. His demands becoming more of a plea. Grimmjow moved away from Ichigo long enough to strip off his own clothes before coming back. He spread Ichigo's legs and positioned himself between them, waiting. "PLEASE DON'T!" Ichigo cried in desperation. Grimmjow smirked. That was what he'd been waiting for; the red head was so scared that he was pleading. Perfect. And with that, he thrust hard, fast and deep into Ichigo, sheathing himself completely in his tight warmth. Ichigo let out an anguished scream, burying his head in the pillow as Grimmjow started to thrust in and out of him. The feeling was amazing for the Espada. It gave him such a rush to be inside Ichigo. To be dominating him. To be winning against him. He quickened his pace as waves of pleasure flowed through his body, washing away all the tension that had been building up all day. It felt incredible , the tightness, the slick feeling of blood as he tore at Ichigo's inner walls, even the small pained cries Ichigo was giving out. This was the best feeling in the world, even better than fighting, and Grimmjow lost himself in the moment, pounding into Ichigo as if it was everything.

The red head beneath him was in turmoil. He was in so much pain that he could hardly think, and it was made worse by the occasional shot of pleasure that coursed through him, cutting him like a knife. He felt himself getting hard, pressing into the bed painfully as Grimmjow thrust into him.

"God, you're so tight…" the Espada muttered in his ear as a hand snaked around him to grasp his erection.

"Don't…" Ichigo whispered, quiet enough that Grimmjow didn't even hear. The red head was beyond shouting, beyond even coherent thought as he was pumped in time with Grimmjow's thrusts. The pleasure was overriding the pain now and Ichigo couldn't bear it. He felt disgusted with himself, and ashamed that his body was reacting to Grimmjow's hand. He felt his groin tighten as Grimmjow came inside him, and with a few more pumps he came too, all over the sheets. Grimmjow was panting behind him, a deep smirk on his face. He'd never felt so alive, and yet so content. Ichigo didn't make a move. His eyes were dull and lifeless, the light in them extinguished.

"I'm going to enjoy using you." Grimmjow muttered, stepping away from Ichigo. He stretched, eyes never leaving Ichigo's prone body. He chuckled. "You're covered in blood and junk. Get down to the showers and wash yourself. They're down a floor on the left. You can't miss them." He undid the chains binding the red head's hands and Ichigo soundlessly stood up, shakily pulling up his hakama and stumbling over to the door. "Don't be long." Grimmjow warned. "Just remember. There's nowhere else to go. If you get back here quickly I won't fuck you again tonight." Ichigo flinched slightly before leaving, disappearing from sight. Grimmjow smirked.

"Are you sure that's wise, letting him out by himself?" a voice asked from the hall. Ulquiorra appeared in the doorway. "Aizen-sama will hold you responsible if…" he stopped, eyes darting from Grimmjow's naked form to the blood stained bed. "What have you done?" Grimmjow raised a brow, making no move to cover himself. Ulquiorra's eyes narrowed.

"I'm doing what Aizen-samawanted me to." Grimmjow hissed. "I'm using whatever means I want to break that bastard's spirit." He crossed his arms over his naked chest and smirked. "You want to question my methods? Then you tail Ichigo. You see, he'll go straight to that shower and come straight back."

"There is no way you could have broken him already."

"Jealous?" he asked, smirking. Ulquiorra had always been given the job of breaking people in the past. It amused Grimmjow to no end thinking that behind those emotionless eyes, Ulquiorra was jealous of Grimmjow getting such an important job. "And Perhaps I haven't broken him properly yet." Grimmjow muttered. "I know right now he's just in shock, but I'll do it. You'll fucking see." Ulquiorra's eyes narrowed ever so slightly more before he moved away from the door without a word.

Ichigo showered in silence. There was no one else in the Espada shower, leaving the red head alone in the empty room to wash away the blood and try to make himself feel cleaner. But the dirt felt like it was on the inside, and no matter how much he scrubbed, there was no way to get it off. He could still feel Grimmjow's hands touching him, could still feel the Espada thrusting into him. The feeling disgusted him. A single tear slipped down his cheek only to be washed away with the water, and no more fell. Ichigo had never been one to cry. At times like these he wished to god he was though, because keeping the feelings inside like he did killed him. They caused him so much pain that he would gladly crawl into a ball and never move again.

As he turned the shower off, he thought of running. But he had nowhere to go, no reiatsu thanks to the band on his arm, and no one to help him. He tried to think of a plan but failed. There seemed to be nothing he could do. With a heavy heart, he dressed in the Arrancar uniform Aizen had set him, and shuffled back out into the hall way, heading for Grimmjow's room.

"And?" Aizen asked, regarding the fourth Espada with his usual calm, understanding, and yet obviously fake smile. Ulquiorra was unsure of what to say next. He had reported Grimmjow's actions to Aizen as soon as he had left the other's room, but Aizen seemed unperturbed by it.

"Aizen-sama… you meant for this to happen?"

"Not specifically." Aizen admitted, "But I did give Grimmjow permission to break Ichigo in any way he could. If this way works, then so be it."

"But…"

"I told Grimmjow to keep him physically healthy. I never said he had to be mentally healthy." Aizen said with a cruel smile. Ulquiorra paused for the briefest of moments and then nodded.

"As you wish, Aizen-sama. I just thought I should report it to you in case it went against your wishes."

"And I admire your loyalty, Ulquiorra." The Espada bowed and left the room.

"Well now, that sure was an interestin' conversation." Gin murmured from beside Aizen.

"It wasn't exactly what I had in mind, but…Grimmjow certainly has put an interesting twist on things." Aizen smiled.

"I know that look, Taicho. Ya best get ya mind outta the gutter when I'm standin' right here." Aizen chuckled.

"You're the only one I'd ever allow to talk to me in such a way."

Grimmjow had changed the bedding by the time Ichigo came back, and was fixing a new chain to the headboard. Ichigo eyed it warily as the Espada turned to look at him. Hungry teal eyes combed every inch of the red head's body, making Ichigo shudder.

"Fucking stop it." Ichigo managed to choke out.

"Still got some fight left in you then?" Grimmjow asked. "Good." He pulled Ichigo into the room and shut the door, slamming the red head back against it with his body pressed against him. Ichigo's eyes widened.

"You said…" Grimmjow tutted.

"I suppose I did." He moved away from Ichigo and the Shinigami let out a sigh of relief. "You stay here, I need a shower. When I get back, I expect you to be naked."

"What?!" Grimmjow smirked.

"I said I wouldn't fuck you. So there's no reason to be scared about not having clothes on is there? You do what I say and I won't have to punish you." He said, leaving the room. Ichigo mouthed wordlessly in shock.

The thought of Ichigo being naked when he got back kept Grimmjow aroused through his entire shower, and the Espada smirked to himself. Maybe bringing the Shinigami back alive hadn't been such a bad idea after all. Scratch that, it had been the best idea Aizen had ever had. He dried off quickly and tugged his hakama on, swinging his jacket over his shoulder and heading back to his room – he didn't think he'd ever been so excited to go to his room. Hollows were things of instinct, and although Arrancar were a step up from that – in that they were fully capable of rational thought and emotion – that base instinct was still a large part of them, and Grimmjow was feeling that now. The instinct to claim Ichigo and screw him senseless. But he had to resist. Aizen wanted him to be subservient, and Ichigo would never be subservient if Grimmjow didn't keep his word – the red head would have no reason to obey him if Grimmjow didn't hold up his end.

He found Ichigo in bed when he returned. It seemed that Ichigo had tried to dull down his humiliation as much as possible by covering himself with sheets – too bad that it was exactly where Grimmjow wanted him. He stripped off his hakama again and moved towards the bed, watching with sadistic pleasure as Ichigo's eyes widened in fear.

"What are you doing?" Ichigo snapped.

"Relax." Grimmjow whispered, flicking the light switch. The room was engulfed by darkness, with a small sliver of moonlight coming through the window, just bright enough for Ichigo to see vague shapes. Grimmjow slid into bed behind Ichigo on the wall side and smirked as the red head quivered slightly. Ichigo was turned away from him, facing the sofa, so Grimmjow draped an arm over him under the bed covers, low enough to lightly brush Ichigo's penis.

"Fuck off!" Ichigo yelped, bolting out of the bed. Grimmjow caught his arm and pulled him back.

"Down. Now." He snapped. Ichigo scowled, getting back in. he couldn't do anything else with Grimmjow's tight grip around his arm. "That's better. I said I wouldn't fuck you. I never said I wouldn't play with you a little." He said, smirking. Ichigo tensed up as he felt the Espada's hand trail down from his shoulder to his thigh, before moving around to grasp him teasingly. Ichigo sunk his teeth into his own hand to block out a deep moan that was threatening to come out. "Don't act like you don't like it." Grimmjow muttered, smirking.

"Why are you doing this? You hate me!" Ichigo snapped.

"So?" Grimmjow asked, as if it were the most natural thing in the world to fuck and fondle people you hated. Ichigo stayed silent for a while, trying to keep his breathing under control, disgusted with himself as he started to get hard. He felt Grimmjow's erection press against his ass and he shuffled away.

"Don't… you'll break your word." Grimmjow cursed under his breath.

"Then why don't you do something about it, eh?" he muttered. Ichigo froze.

"What?"

"I'll take you to see Inoue tomorrow." Grimmjow said, smirking. Ichigo blinked.

"Really?"

"Do you want to?"

"Yes." Ichigo muttered.

"Then suck me off." Ichigo's breath hitched. "Go on. It's not sex, is it? It's just…"

"I know what it is! And no!" Ichigo snapped. Grimmjow tutted. He pressed his erection against Ichigo's ass again.

"Then I guess you'll be sleeping with that all night. And you won't be seeing Inoue at all. Last time I saw her she was in a state too. I don't think she's eating properly, or getting enough rest…" Ichigo ground his teeth. He felt physically sick. Either way now, he'd feel terrible. Dirty and used if he agreed, and guilty and worried if he didn't. What if Inoue was seriously ill? "Such dark circles under her eyes too, and the marks on her arms-"

"Alright!" Ichigo snapped, "Alright…" he repeated, sounding completely defeated. Grimmjow smirked. He didn't actually think Ichigo would give in so easily. "But you have to promise to take me there tomorrow, and no more fondling tonight!" Grimmjow chuckled, turning to lie on his back, resting his head on his arms.

"I promise." He said, kicking the blankets off to expose his erection. Ichigo was a lot easier to manipulate than he'd previously thought. Ichigo felt hollow inside, and violently ill at the same time. The only thing that saved him was that he wouldn't be getting any pleasure out of this, and that he would be able to see Inoue tomorrow. With a shaking hand, he took hold of Grimmjow's length, running his tongue from the bottom to the top. The Espada purred in approval, eye sliding closed as Ichigo ran his tongue over the head of Grimmjow's erection before swallowing it whole. He couldn't believe he was losing all his firsts to this vile monster.

"Good at this, aren't you?" Grimmjow purred. Ichigo held back the urge to bite down as hard as possible. He ran his tongue back up the Espada's length, gently sucking as he went. Grimmjow let out a deep moan, watching as Ichigo's head bobbed up and down on him, revelling in the feeling of the red head's hot wet mouth. It didn't take long for him to come, and he held Ichigo's head in place with his hands as he did so, forcing him to swallow it all. Ichigo's eyes squeezed shut in distaste, finally pulling away, wiping his mouth frantically. Grimmjow let out a content sigh.

"Such a good whore." Ichigo scowled, feeling dirty and violated all over again. "Come on… lie down." Ichigo did so, facing away from Grimmjow. The Espada smirked, turning away from Ichigo, towards the wall. He'd allow the red head his privacy tonight. His privacy, and his dark thoughts.

Ichigo closed his eyes tightly shut against the outside world. Was this really what his life consisted of now? Was this all he ever had to look forward to? Trapped in this dark, evil world with a demon of a man who abused him for fun? Giving sexual favours in return for seeing Inoue?
What would Grimmjow bribe him with next?
Would he even keep his word? Ichigo felt stupid for blindly trusting Grimmjow's promise now. his pushed away his thoughts as best he could and drifted into a fitful sleep, where he was raped yet again by a monster who hated him.

Poor Ichigo… so completely fucked. :(

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