A/N: I worked really hard on this chapter and I posted it pretty fast! I hope you enjoy. Still looking for a Beta though so if anyone wants to volunteer, please, please, PM me.
Disclaimer: I DO NO OWN Bleach.
Grimmjow wasn't in the happiest of moods. Aizen had Ulquiorra escort him back to his room as though he couldn't find it himself. Then he was warned by Ulquiorra that he could not harm the boy in anyway unless ordered to.
Grimmjow curved his lips up in a sneer as he remembered the memory. He had dropped the unconscious shinigami in front of Aizen and had been sent away without another word. No acknowledgment that he had gone single-handedly into the human world where half the Gotei 13 now lived. Ichigo should now belong to him. It was himself that brought along the little bastard, why the hell should Aizen take what is his?
Thinking possessively was the only way for Grimmjow to view the world. Everything he found and liked was his; he was the king. No one can undermine a king.
A knock on the door jerked him from his thoughts. Ignoring it, he pushed himself out of bed started towards the bathroom.
The knocking was consistent, becoming louder and louder every rap.
With a snarl at the back of his throat, Grimmjow opened the door to reveal a small,
arrancar. Grabbing the shuddering thing by his mask (curled around his chin) he lifted him high into the light. Examining closely, he realized that the creature was Ulquiorra's fraccion.
"What the fuck do you want?"
The arrancar took a deep breath and said, "Aizen-sama wishes you to meet him at the main entrance because he wants you to do a very important task and his majesty says that it has something to do with Kurosaki Ichigo and also—!" The little thing spoke very fast as though it was the last thing he was going to say. In fact, it was the last thing he was ever going to say. A few seconds later, he was just a pair of smoking legs as a cero blasted through him.
"Che, what a bother," Grimmjow kicked the burnt remains out of his room before using sonido to zoom downstairs.
Aizen was not sitting in his chair for once and was standing next to a very defiant looking Ichigo. Ulquiorra was on his other side glancing emotionlessly at Grimmjow.
"Where is Jun (1)." The stoic espada asked without really asking.
"You mean that puny thing? He was bitching around so I got annoyed with him. I think you know what happened." Grimmjow leered back.
"…" The pale espada looked Grimmjow in the eye but didn't say anything in front of Aizen who was watching them amused.
"Jun was supposed to lead you to here," Aizen smiled, "But it seemed that you got here alright."
"I know where everything is Aizen-sama, I hate that you don't trust me to not get lost." Grimmjow scoffed.
"It isn't you getting lost that worries me…It's your behavior. I feel that less and less arrancar live on the third floor now, which by coincidence is where you live." Aizen paused, and then looked back at Ichigo with a fake smile. "We are rudely ignoring our guest here."
"Hell if I'm your guest," Ichigo rounded on Aizen. "Tell why the fuck I'm here."
"All in good time Kurosaki-kun," Aizen replied.
Ichigo opened his mouth to retort.
"Perhaps you can ask your hollow," Aizen mused.
Ichigo froze. "How much do you know about my hollow?" he asked slowly, aware that his hollow within him stirred at his mentioning. He watched numbly as Aizen laughed but he was mostly alerted by his hollow's voice.
"Hey king, looks like you're in a tight spot." The hollow whispered.
"King, I do not like to be called 'the hollow', I'm male."
Shutupshutupshutupshutpup.
"...Anything to do with him!" Grimmjow spat.
Ichigo glanced up alarmed.
Grimmjow continued ranting. "I am not going to baby-sit him, isn't he a little too old for that?"
"Grimmjow," Aizen broke in, "Perhaps I should rephrase it." In a whisper that Ichigo couldn't hear, "Kurosaki-kun is loyal to his friends. We need to break his ties with his friends in order to get him to be loyal to us." Aizen checked to see if Grimmjow was listening. "I need someone to…convince him to stay here. We can't have him escaping every chance he has, too many arrancar live here for him to ever step out of Las Noches. He'll be in great danger if he gets caught outside." Aizen waited for all that to sink in.
After a long silence, "So…you want me to break him?" Grimmjow asked slowly, cautious for the real intention.
"The term breaking is not one I would use but for the purpose of our discussion, yes, I need you to break him."
"Not looking to good for ya, king." His hollow whispered in his head before retreating back into the inner world.
"Where are we going?" Ichigo asked, a few feet behind Grimmjow.
The teal-haired espada didn't answer. He didn't even show that he heard the question.
"Where are—" Ichigo was cut off as he was slammed against a wall by a calloused hand that grabbed his mouth.
"Oi Shinigami," Grimmjow purred playfully, watching with glee as fear flashed across the teenager's face. "Think you could shut up for just a few minutes? We're almost at my room. Then we can sing, play with each other's hair or whatever you shit-eating humans do. (2)
The said shinigami slapped away the hand pinching in his cheeks. "If you think so lowly of me since I'm human, why did you bother bringing me here?"
"You're gonna have to ask Aizen." Annoyed by all the questions, Grimmjow increased his pace until he reached his room.
"Home sweet home."
Grabbing Ichigo by the collar, he threw him across his vast room. The boy groaned in pain as he landed on the hard floor momentarily winded while Grimmjow grinned maliciously at his own power.
"Here's the thing Shinigami, I hate questions." The Sexta stated. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he walked slowly forward and shutting the door with a kick.
Ichigo scrambled up, edging away slightly from the oncoming espada. "Here's what I hate, people who are too much of an ass to answer a question properly. A hand slammed across his face, throwing him back to the wall.
"Stubborn aren't you?" Grimmjow advanced. "I'm going to have a lot of fun with you."
"What, playing with each other's hair?"
A kick came flying towards him but this time, Ichigo dodged it. "You're so weak and afraid of losing that you can't even stay in the same room with me unless you take away all my strength. Face it Grimmjow, I'm stronger than you." A fist angled toward his face. Easy enough to dodge until he realized it was a feint. The fist stopped half way and changed direction. Ichigo ducked just in time, the balled fist crashed into the wall instead.
"Pathetic really, all Aizen had to do was to say a few words and you nodded your head immediately. Like a dog." He continued to taunt.
This time Ichigo wasn't as lucky.
Like a charging bull, Grimmjow rammed into Ichigo, fists flying.
Blocking what he could, he knew it was useless to try to escape. Wincing from the pain, it was all he could do to not pass out. A hand snagged his hair and while tightly hanging on it, another hand tore at his clothes. What. The. Fuck.
Grimmjow smirked as his prisoner just realized what was happening. He ignored the useless attempts to escape and pinned his prize against the wall. "Enjoying yourself?"
Covered with bruises and blood and now having his clothes torn off, Ichigo could not have been less joyful.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He rasped, a cough tearing through his throat.
"What the hell do you think I'm doing brat?" Grimmjow shot back, still concentrating on ripping the clothing off the other man. By this time, the vaizard's shirt was shredded into pieces and Grimmjow was now working on the pants.
"God you're so sexy even if you're naïve." The sexta espada chuckled at the shinigami's expression which was now horrified and slightly confused.
"Are you really telling me that no one has ever done this—" Grimmjow palmed Ichigo's semi-erection eliciting a gasp, "to you?"
No reply. The espada shifted slightly, cornering his prey, making him back up towards the bed.
"…You've never touched someone have you?" His words jolted through the red-head whose eye's widened. "Curious?" Grimmjow moved his hand up and down Ichigo's now hard erection.
"Fuck no!" Ichigo squirmed out of reach, disgusted that he actually was curious. Who wouldn't be? He thought desperately.
The Sexta donned a grin at the sight of his frantic captive. "Energized aren't you?" He lowered his voice into a hoarse whisper. "I just love an eager virgin."
"I'm not eager; this is rape!" The man gave small smirk before grabbing Ichigo shoulders and spun him so that his stomach was flat on the bed. Pressing his hard-on firmly against the small ass, Grimmjow let his hand wander and planted it tightly around Ichigo's bony hip. "This is good eh?" The arrancar asked him, roughly caressing his erection.
"Stop…Please stop!" Panic and fear coiled in Ichigo's stomach, making it hard to breathe. It didn't help that a grown man was practically sitting on his back. "What the fuck's your problem?" He sobbed, desperate to run and hide his face.
"My problem?" Grimmjow continued to grind his dick against the other's ass drawing out a whimper (of pain or pleasure he couldn't tell). "You caused it." His hand snatched at the remaining clothing that clung onto Ichigo's waist.
Just as he was pulling on it, the door opened.
Grimmjow's POV
I was just about to start the fun when the fucking door opened. I stared at Ulquiorra who stared back at me. Dammit he's so annoying.
Rubbing my hands against Ichigo's hard dick, I watched for any reaction on Ulquiorra's behalf. Obviously the fucker didn't say anything but I knew as soon as he was alone with the dipshit Aizen, he'd start blabbing.
"Whatddya want?" I snarled.
Third POV
Ulquiorra didn't answer right away. Then, "Aizen-sama requests an audience with Kurosaki Ichigo and he wishes you—" he stared pointedly at Grimmjow, "to stay in your room."
Grimmjow's eyes narrowed. Did Aizen already know of his plans? If he did, he wasn't doing anything wrong was he? Rape was the traditional way of breaking someone, and the easiest way. Well, maybe traditional wasn't the right word but it was still an easy way. Surely he wouldn't get in trouble before he had gotten a chance to use it.
He scowled angrily as Ulquiorra sonidoed out of the room then back again with a pile of clothing.
"Here, put both of these on" the fourth espada tossed the new shirt and pants at the red-head who caught it.
Ichigo stumbled to the bathroom clumsily and came back covered in what appeared to be a white tunic. Grimmjow was pleased that his prisoner was already following orders like he was broken.
"Follow." Ulquiorra commanded in a monotone.
The vaizard was looking flustered but relieved to leave the room. Feeling naked and ashamed, Ichigo followed the powerful espada down the long hallway. He felt sick in the stomach as he remembered Grimmjow's hands on him. He glanced around the narrow hall, trying to search for a mirror. When he did find one inside the room where Aizen was waiting, he closed his eyes tightly and wished for a way to escape.
A/N: Nothing serious yet between them except for hate. Ulquiorra interrupted their fun time together. Oh well, Grimmjow and Ichigo still have plenty of time to bond.
(1) Jun means obedient one. (Suites Ulquiorra huh?)
(2) I am not insulting humans, humans are awesome...We're just looking through Grimmjow's slightly mess-up view of the world.
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