Chapter 3
He just can't stand it anymore! It's only been a couple days and he's already been driven crazy. Outside his mind, the Espada watch his every move and tail him whenever they feel the need… which is all the time! Inside his mind, however, Shiro complains on massive levels about how he never would've fallen beneath Grimmjow. Getting hit on all sides, Ichigo just can't take it. He's lying in bed when Grimmjow waltzes into the room, curious cyan orbs glancing at the Shinigami as he tilts his head in question.
"What the hell's your problem?" he murmurs.
"I hate you," Ichigo mutters in reply. "I hate you. I hate the Espada. I hate the Shinigami. I hate my inner Hollow…"
"Hating the world, huh? My kind of daily activity."
"This place is so fucking boring!"
"Yeah… It wouldn't be if you could actually do something without a Zanpakto," the Sexta remarks scathingly.
"Well excuse me for being so strong the Shinigami wouldn't train me in Kido!" Ichigo snarls.
"You weren't strong, you were just too uncontrollable," he offers lightly.
"… You really don't want me liking you, do you?"
"Liking has nothing to do with sex," Grimmjow waves off. "I don't need you to like me, I just need you to put out."
"I don't want to put out!"
"See, this is where we differ in opinion," the teal haired Espada states as he flops down on the bed beside Ichigo. "This is Hueco Mundo, not the real world. This place is ruled by animals, not moral. Sex is for breeding and killing time, not because we love each other. Sometimes we prefer a lover, but we just don't feel that deeper bond."
Ichigo doesn't like the sound of that, frowning deeply. He's part human, he's always dreamed of falling in love and starting a family… Grimmjow shouldn't be able to take that from him! The very thought leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.
"… You're evil," Ichigo growls. "You're the worst person ever!"
"I'm the embodiment of destruction, what'd you expect?" he scoffs. "As I was saying… This is the wild! If you want to make it here, you have to learn the rules. The rules are I'm the alpha, you're the beta. I'm right, you're wrong. If, on the off chance, you happen to be right… I will never admit to it in a million years."
"That's a surprise," Ichigo snorts derisively.
They're stretched out on the bed now, Grimmjow's arms tucked behind his head and Ichigo's draped over his stomach. The metal collar is getting constricting, irritating Ichigo's throat with it's cold grasp, and he's tempted to pull at it.
"I'm not done, damn it, keep your comments to yourself until I am… or just don't talk, that might be better," Grimmjow growls. "Where was I? Oh yeah… you're never right. This is a give and take relationship. You give me what I want and I take it."
"Are you sure I can't back out of this?" Ichigo sighs miserably. "I'm really not liking how this is going."
"The beauty of this is the fact that it doesn't matter what you like, choices are made by the alpha. I protect you, you lay down for me…"
"Wait… what?" Ichigo frowns. "You what?"
"I protect you," Grimmjow says slowly. "What, are you dense?"
"No it's just… nobody does that," Ichigo scowls. "Nobody gets hurt because of me."
"What the hell? I didn't say I'd get hurt for you, I said I'd protect you. Unclog your fuckin ears!"
"I'm listening!" Ichigo snaps as he sits up. "It just surprised me!"
"Whatever," Grimmjow waves off. "Lay down before I decide you have too much energy… I don't think I have to tell you where that's gonna lead, right?"
Ichigo lays back down, grumbling to himself before tugging at the collar on his throat. Grimmjow notices it, glaring at the orangette as he fights with the band. After a moment, he sighs and reaches over. The vibrant haired male flinches away, though Grimmjow's finger is hooked beneath the band before he can scoot back.
"What the hell is this thing, anyway?" he mutters.
"How the hell should I know?" Ichigo growls. "I was unconscious when they put the damn thing on!"
He gasps as the Sexta yanks him closer harshly, the two nose to nose as he growls dangerously at the smaller male. Ichigo holds his breath, eyes wide as they're forced to look deeply into the depthless cyan.
"I don't mind you playing feisty, but I don't appreciate the mouth. Learn your boundaries quickly, because I won't give you another warning," he hisses out. "Understand?"
"… You're an asshole," Ichigo breathes out venomously. "If I wanted an abusive boyfriend, I would've stayed in Karakura."
"I'm not your boyfriend, I'm your mate," the Sexta points out as he pushes Ichigo back. "There's a difference. You see, a boyfriend will hit you… I'll fuck you till you can't move. The later is how a Hollow puts their beta in their place. You can see why I don't bother with many warnings, right? It's far more pleasurable for me to just get on with the punishment."
"Hmm… yep… just like my last boyfriend," Ichigo sighs miserably. "Why do I always attract the abusive assholes."
"Okay, first off… Wait… Someone else touched you?" Grimmjow snarls as he sits up.
"They tried," Ichigo muses out loud. "Apparently, I'm only weak when it comes to an enemy taking advantage of the fact I can't move!"
"Stop your bellyaching," Grimmjow states with a roll of his eyes. "I already told you it wasn't rape, I didn't go that far until you asked."
"That's… it isn't… you totally… Ah! I hate you!" Ichigo growls as he sticks a pillow over his face in frustration.
"You realize that in Hueco Mundo, that really means something along the lines of 'I seriously enjoy everything about you, but I don't want to admit it'… right?" the Sexta grins.
"… Okay, how you're making things up," Ichigo's muffled voice states.
"I don't have any reason to."
"Except the fact you enjoy mind-fucking me."
"Hmm… fucking you is far more enjoyable than with most."
"I hate you so much," Ichigo sighs beneath his pillow.
Grimmjow grins at the ceiling, looking back over at Ichigo and debating whether or not he has time to molest his mate before heading out. Unfortunately, he doesn't have the time to do much… but that doesn't mean he isn't going to annoy the hell out of his unwilling mate anyway. With a sinister chuckle that has Ichigo's body tensing, Grimmjow rolls over onto Ichigo.
"What the hell!" Ichigo shouts as he throws the pillow to the floor. "Get off…"
Grimmjow growls in warning and Ichigo shuts up quickly, knowing that without his Zanpakto he wouldn't stand a chance in a fight against the Sexta. Grimmjow leans down and sucks on Ichigo's neck, just below his earlobe. The orangette whimpers, trying hard to keep what little pride he's managed to hold on to… pride that's slowly getting beat down by an over possessive Espada. Grimmjow's hand slips into the vibrant haired teen's hakama, wrapping sure fingers around Ichigo's member. With a wicked grin, he starts to move his hand and nibble at the smaller male's earlobe.
"Ah!" Ichigo gasps. "G-Grimmjow, stop."
The Sexta chuckles, pumping him faster and harder as those throaty moans slip from between pink lips. Grimmjow presses his own lips hard against Ichigo's, sucking on his bottom lip before slipping his tongue within that hot cavern. He squeezes the now stiff member in his large hard, swallowing the moan from Ichigo before pulling away. The dazed orangette stares up at him, wanting and shivering in his lust.
"Welcome to the wild," Grimmjow grins widely.
He leans down and kisses Ichigo once more, completely moving away from the other to leave him cold and aroused. Ichigo stifles the whine when the teal haired male walks out of the room, a bounce in his step as he whistles to himself. The vibrant haired growls in frustration, as his head falls back to the pillow and he forces himself to calm down.
In Seireitei, the Taicho are even more furious with Kurotsuchi. Though their curiosity is quelled momentarily with Grimmjow's short but sweet explanation of alpha and beta, the triumph is ruined by Grimmjow's molestation of their substitute Shinigami. Yamamoto levels a stern and heavy gaze upon Kurotsuchi.
"I hope you had thought of some way to extract our substitute Shinigami from Hueco Mundo," he growls out.
"… Well… Nemu is taking care of it," he states with a nod.
"I am?" Nemu wonders monotonously.
"Yes, you stupid girl!" he snaps. "This never would've happened if you hadn't of forgotten to leave Kurosaki's Zanpakto with him! You'll fix your mistake, or I'll disassemble you!"
"Yes, sir," she sighs. "I will retrieve Kurosaki myself."
"You can't go alone!" Renji snaps. "I'll go with you, okay?"
"What about me!" Rukia snaps.
Yamamoto sighs, shaking his head as arguments arise within the group. Sometimes he seriously wonders about the maturity level of his Taicho and Fuko-Taicho. He glances over at the screen, trying to find anything to hold his attention while his Taicho duke it out before finding a solution. Ichigo has moved to the bathroom, the orangette staring into the mirror and giving the So-Taicho a good look at his face. Ichigo looks the same as always, fiery and temperamental… but there's an underlying stress within those amber orbs. Too much has been thrown at him recently and now he's been captured by his enemy and forced to be his lover, something that's slowly breaking him. The faster they get Ichigo back to Seireitei for some sort of protection, the better off the younger Shinigami will be.
Ichigo sighs and roams out into the halls of Los Noches, eyeing the other Arrancar warily when they pass. It's no secret that Ichigo was the one who took out Aizen, which only has the Arrancar on edge. Some have even looked at him with the desire to battle, to test their own skills, or to kill him. Ichigo sighs, tugging at the collar about his neck in irritation. He feels like a pet, the collar a symbol of his new status beneath Grimmjow… his owner… his warden. He looks to his right at the feel of a slight breeze, stopping a moment before his feet unconsciously take him toward the open doors. The doors aren't supposed to be open, the Espada always making sure Ichigo can't get outside without being accompanied by one of them… usually Nell, since she actually likes Ichigo. It's only been a couple days, but he's never seen those doors open. Right before he can step in front of the portal to the white sands, a tall lanky male stands in his way.
"Now, now, little Shinigami," Nnoitra cackles. "Ya know yer not allowed out there."
"Get out of my way!" Ichigo snaps.
"Not a chance, little pet. Grimmjow would have a kitten if he found out I let ya out there alone," he snorts. "If yer going out there, I'm going with ya."
Ichigo growls in frustration, stomping his foot childishly before turning and walking away in a huff. Nnoitra's cackling follows him down the hallway, the orangette fuming as he hurries off with no particular destination in mind. He ends up pacing a dark hall not many go down, as he learned yesterday that Szayel's lab is close by and he likes to pull in those within the hall for experiments. Speaking of which…
"Ah! Kurosaki!" the pink haired scientist grins. "I certainly didn't expect to see you outside my lab."
"No one comes here," Ichigo mutters.
"I'm well aware of that… but are you aware of the reason?"
"You experiment on them."
"And if I chose to do the same to you?"
"… Will it kill me?" Ichigo wonders.
"The possibility is very high," the Octavo Espada grins meanly.
"What are we waiting for?" the orangette grins excitedly. "Just make sure I don't survive, or I'll be pissed."
Szayel just stares at him a moment, blinking in surprise. He certainly wasn't expecting that answer, as normally the one he talks to will run away screaming. Ichigo watches him, arms across his chest and foot tapping impatiently.
"Well, if you're not going to kill me than leave!" he huffs. "I don't have time for this, I need to figure out how to get the hell out of here!"
"… Oh, you can't," he answers finally. "Grimmjow won't let you."
"I don't fucking care what Grimmjow wants! I want to go home!" the teen screams as he just gets himself more worked up. "I have a life in the real world! I have a family! I'm just a substitute Shinigami, I'm not even dead yet!"
"… And you think that matters to him… why?"
Ichigo screams in frustration, pulling at his orange locks before beginning to pace in attempt to calm himself. Szayel can't help but let a small smile creep onto his lips, as the topic of the teen has always gotten beneath their skin. To think that such a petite little beta, an amateur compared to their lifetime of experience in survival, could waltz through the sands of their home and annihilate everything they worked for. Grimmjow took it the worst, his ego completely obliterated after his loss to such a greenhorn. It took them almost a year to build him back up, as he was the most powerful of them after the affects of Aizen's Zanpakto wore off. As much as they didn't like being led by a Shinigami, Grimmjow is one of them and sticking together is a much better survival method. Everyone was so appalled and completely shocked when the teal haired feline brought back the orangette, but Szayel saw it coming… he's just surprised Grimmjow didn't jump through a Gargantua and drag the brat back kicking and screaming. Now, with Ichigo stripped of his weapon courtesy of the Shinigami he fought beside, the pink haired male can't help but take advantage of the bitter betrayal. Ichigo stops his pacing, breathing deeply to settle his temper… one that could rival Grimmjow.
"Can you get this off?" Ichigo asks curiously.
He tugs at the metal band around his neck, growling when it seems to only tighten. Szayel hums to himself, pulling Ichigo closer to inspect the band. It's crafted smooth and thin, but he can see the movement of a camera within it. It would be easy enough to get off, however he can sense that it holds reiatsu inhibiting properties… take that off and Ichigo's reiatsu will flare up and suffocate lesser Hollows and Arrancar.
"I was going to ask Grimmjow, but he's being an asshole."
"I don't know, Shinigami," he murmurs. "It seems rather complex…"
"Oh, come on," Ichigo says in a tone that comes close to a whine. "You're a super genius, aren't you? You should be able to take apart Kurotsuchi's stuff without breaking a sweat."
"It's not whether I can or not," he huffs. "You belong to Grimmjow. If he wants you to keep your collar on, then you have to keep it on. It's not my choice."
"This isn't fair!"
"I know, being a beta bites," Szayel waves off. "Please vacate my hall, I have work to do and I don't have the time to play with you."
He shoos the orangette away, Ichigo looking slightly indignant through his confusion as he's treated like a child. Once he's out of the hallway leading to the pink haired male's labs, Szayel walks away to return to his work. Ichigo grumbles under his breath as he balls his fists and stomps off to find some other sanctuary.
Grimmjow comes back from his usual rounds about an hour later, Ichigo trying his damnedest to avoid the teal haired male. He knows Grimmjow doesn't like to associate with a select few Arrancar… Nelliel, Hallibel, Stark, and definitely Ulquiorra… so he heads for them. Ulquiorra would be the very last Arrancar Grimmjow would head for, but Ichigo isn't particularly fond of that one either after getting killed by him… so he heads for Nelliel. As he sneaks around the corner, Grimmjow starts to turn the other corner down the hall. His back is to Ichigo, he's talking to someone behind him, so the orangette hurries back down the way he came. The raven haired male is reading in his room when Ichigo stumbles in, the teen shutting the door quickly as he looks for a place to hide.
"You're wasting your time, trash," Ulquiorra sighs. "He'll find you no matter where you hide. Surely you're not stupid enough to have overlooked that fact."
"I'm not," Ichigo growls out quietly. "But I also haven't overlooked the fact, that the longer it takes him to find me the longer I get to be away from him."
"I'll never understand you humans," the other sighs in exasperation. "You go on and on about breeding and once you find a mate you try your best to stay away from them. Don't you know the whole point of breeding is to be with your mate?"
"It's not breeding we go on about!" Ichigo hisses. "Our relationships are more than just sex! Well… in most cases, anyway. It's all the little things we love… the hand holding, the dating, the cuddling, the conversations… Grimmjow is just using me! He could've forced anyone in this godforsaken place down. Hell, he probably could've just looked at them and they'd willingly lay down! But no! He has to fuck me when I can't even defend myself!"
Ichigo hears footsteps hurrying toward the room, clamping his hands over his mouth after realizing he was shouting. With a quiet curse, he searches for an escape route that simply isn't there. There's a knock on the door, and then it opens to reveal a grinning Grimmjow.
"Well, well, look what I found!" he chuckles. "Game's over, Shinigami… I win."
Ichigo glares at the taller male, growling lowly before his arm is in an iron grip and he's yanked out of the room. Ulquiorra can hear the younger male screaming obscenities and insults, threatening for all he's worth and receiving only mocking laughter in return.
"Hmm… interesting," the raven murmurs before going back to his book.
In Seireitei, the Taicho have finally come to an agreement. The group that will retrieve Ichigo is gathered and ready. They're just waiting for the command from the So-Taicho, eager to save the orangette from the worst possible outcome of such an occurrence… pregnancy. Any Shinigami that happens to get caught during this time, has gotten pregnant nine times out of ten. They go through a horrid period of sickness, followed by the most excruciating pain, and finally… death. It's been found that their bodies aren't build for carrying Hollow offspring, as if that isn't obvious. The child rejects them as a parent and takes care of the foreign carrier the only way they know how, devouring them from the inside out. They've never learned how to terminate the pregnancy before the damage is done, it just doesn't matter once the child is conceived, so the best they can do is take note of the time of mating and avoid Hollows at all costs. Yamamoto regrets letting Kurotsuchi conduct his experiment without supervision… not completely mind you, as they've learned valuable information, but just the unsupervised part. He looks out upon those willing to risk their lives for the orangette, surprised to see so many… nearly all. Ichigo Kurosaki has wormed his way into all their hearts.
