Hey everyone, thank you so very much for reviewing! Sorry about the grammar mistakes or what not in the last chapter, I fixed what I saw. I'm in a good mood, cheerful and all. I decided that now (even though it's on the verge of being the middle of the night) would be the perfect time to write a little Grimm-kitty torture. Sadistic? Maybe just a bit... I'm going to be really busy with math because I'll be doing two chapters a week for the next few weeks. Then I have a test and hopefully I'll be able to skip move onto the next level of math so that I can study as much as I want! Yes! Hem (cough)… sorry for all those who took the time to read that. Here's the chapter…

Disclaimer: I used to be so bad with writing these. I don't own Bleach. Nor do I own this story idea. Story idea to Animefreak646 and Bleach to Tite Kuba or something like that, figure out the Bleach one, cause I can't. In any case I don't own it.

Third Chapter: Tempted

Grimmjow felt so disgusting. So used. Not to mention weak. He was laying in the middle of a substitute shinigami's bed being abused. It felt as if his will to fight had been drained from his body. That scared him. His will to fight was the thing that made him who he was. It was him. Yet as he laid there, his body betraying him, he found it useless to struggle.

"Come on kitty, don't you have any more fight left in you?" Grimmjow didn't respond to the hollow sitting on his chest. "I thought that you'd be more fun. You certainly put up a tough front. Oh well, I guess you get what you get." Shiro leaned down and kissed Grimmjow, nipping at his lips. The espada made a sound that was akin to gurgling. "Sorry kitty, did you have something to say?"

"B-Bastard…"

Alt start (Shiro's POV (goes back a bit))

Shiro looked down at his captive, grinning. He appeared battered and broken. It was obvious that he was resisting the steadily growing urge to give up, but he was getting pretty close. That was not good, nor bad. It would be bad if his little Grimm-kitty gave in too soon. Before he had a chance to do what he was really looking forwards to. He wanted to feel his kitten's writhing, sweaty, blood-covered form beneath him and he was very intent on getting what he wanted.

"Come on kitty, don't ya have any fight left in you?" he taunted, trying to trigger something inside his prisoner. He didn't want him to give up. At least not yet. That took all the fun out of it. He had chosen Grimmjow because he looked fun to break. Had he known that he would give in so easily then he wouldn't have bothered. It was so out of character for the teal-haired espada to just give up. Surely he had something up his sleeve…. "I thought you'd be more fun. You certainly put up a tough front. Oh well, I guess you get what you get." He leaned down and kissed Grimmjow, nipping at his lips, hoping to set off some sort of rebellious response.

The espada below Shirosaki make some sort of gurgling sound and he pulled up. "Sorry kitten, did you have something to say?" He looked down into his captive's defiant eyes.

"B-Bastard…"

Shiro grinned triumphantly. "So the panther isn't quite broken yet!" He raked his nails across his captive's bare, already torn and bloody chest, causing Grimmjow to sharply gasp for breath. He then ran his tongue across the smooth surface, licking up the blood. "Good. I was getting worried." He carefully removed Grimmjow's hakama, resisting tearing it off, wanting to leave that for the next night when he'd have his real fun. He just wanted to give his Grimm-kitty a little taste of what was to come.

Grimmjow's struggling increased drastically from what it had been before. His legs shot out in different directions, his feet flexed. He was fighting. Maybe not very much, but still, he was fighting all the same. Yes, tomorrow night would be fun. Shiro made a silent promise to slip some sort of tranquilizer into something that Ichigo was sure to eat or drink before he went to bed. There would be no interruptions.

Grimmjow's struggling were all for naught. He was in no position to fight against Ichigo's powerful inner hollow. Shiro easily slipped his kitten's boxers off, revealing his hidden treasures. Yes, he was right to choose the sexta espada. It was obvious that Grimmjow was aroused. That would just make it more fun to play with him.

Shiro wouldn't take off his own clothes. No, he would barely even touch his kitten, if that, but he would make Grimmjow want him. It might be a challenge, but if it was then it was all the more worth taking. It would be hard to resist. Impossible, even. He knew that it would be a good punishment for his kitten and it would make his own pleasure greater later on. So, all in all it would work out for the better, but boy did he wish he could just let loose then and there.

Grimmjow was trying to crawl away, Shiro noticed with amusement. Of course the espada had already tried this numerous times. Shiro had wrapped the end of his pet's leash around his arm and with a swift tug; Grimmjow was back at his mercy.

"No escaping, Grimmy, we're just getting to the good part."

"Yeah, and what part is that?" There was obvious fear in the espada's eyes, but he had managed not to let any seep into his voice.

"You should know by now; I'm not one to talk, I'd rather do." The only reason why he voiced this to his captive was so that we would tense in anticipation, which he did. He most certainly was promising. Shiro wrapped the leash around the top of the bed and then moved down to the lower part of Grimmjow's body. He ran his tongue across the hard member, triggering a response. Grimmjow gasped slightly and barely suppressed a moan.

Shiro continued playing with his victim, causing his arousal to skyrocket. Just when it seemed his prisoner was going to reach his limits, the hollow stopped tonguing him. He smirked at the confused, frustrated look that he was receiving. Dawn was coming and he didn't have much time left, but he was certain that he had gotten his point across. Grimmjow was losing slowly and come the next night, he would be begging for Shiro to-

Four strong reiatsus suddenly appeared. Espada. No doubt about it. Damn. "Sorry kitten, playtime's over. Like I said before, we were just playing around until the king was going to wake up again. Sadly that time has come. Yesterday Ichigo was expecting to see nothing in the basement, so it was easy to hide you from him, but today might be different because he might still be suspicious of your yelling… Perhaps I should just hide you under the bed…"

"T-The bed?" It was obvious what Grimmjow was thinking; perhaps that was better? Shiro had thought it out during his boring day of watching Ichigo take tests. His plan wasn't fool proof, but it was pretty close. The hollow gathered Grimmjow's clothes.

"Dress," he ordered, releasing him from the bed. However much he wished to detain his pet from even the right to dress himself, he didn't have much time and he was certain that Grimmjow would put his clothes back on on his own. The espada was, however, reluctant, as if he thought he could buy himself some time and Ichigo would come back before Shiro could lock him under the bed. "If you don't get dressed, then I'll stuff you under there as you are," the hollow warned, smirking slightly. This caused the sexta to pull on his clothes.

Shiro pulled the black handcuffs out of one of Ichigo's desk drawers. He made his way to Grimmjow who had just pulled his jacket on. When the espada saw him coming he tensed and was about to move away when Shiro tackled him. He ignored the fists that were hitting his chest and the feet that where trying to force him off and attempted to grab the wrists on his prisoner. He noted that Grimmjow was still perceptibly aroused. He couldn't help but grin. His kitten was going to go through Hell today…

Shiro managed to hook the handcuffs around the flailing wrists, causing Grimmjow to involuntarily freeze. The hollow then left the still form on the bed kneeled down, pulling some boxes out from underneath Ichigo's bed. Storage boxes. They'd work to his advantage. He rolled up the rug on the floor and then pulled Grimmjow, along with the comforter, off the bed. He wrapped the espada up in the blanket and then stuffed him under the bed. He then shoved the rug under as well. Finally, the ingenious hollow put the boxes around his pet, not wanting him to get stolen during the day. The reiatsu suppressors around Grimmjow's wrists should prevent anyone from being able to find him and if Ichigo happened to look under his bed or feel around all he would see or feel would be boxes. He automatically think that that was as far as the underside of his bed went and would give up his exploration, when really the sexta espada would be just behind those boxes. Perfect.

Shiro pulled the extra comforter out of a drawer that Ichigo rarely ever looked in in his closet and threw it onto the bed. He then jumped into his body and laid down, looking forwards for the night and, for the first time, being glad that Ichigo was strong enough to fend off espada. Hopefully.

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Ulquiorra had wanted to choose those who would go with him carefully, but his mission was quickly known and he had a team by the end of the day. Yami wouldn't be left behind; Nnoitra said that he was looking forwards to meeting someone who could capture the sexta and Szayel; well he could have any number of reasons for wanting to go. Perhaps he thought that this Grimmjow captor would he an interesting test subject? Ulquiorra figured that the scientist would be good to bring along if a fight broke out. Ironically, even though he was the lowest ranked out of the three who were joining the quarto on the mission, he was probably the most level-headed.

The human world. It was the first place they would look. Ulquiorra made sure to make the mission clear. Retrieve Grimmjow, the sexta espada and bring back his captor, injured if necessary. They would not return to Hueco Mundo until this was done. The challenge that presented itself was the fact that Grimmjow's reiatsu had vanished. Clearly the work of someone who knew what they were doing. They would be able to find him, however. It may be difficult, but not impossible. Szayel still had a few tricks up his sleeve and as did Ulquiorra.

The mission goal was to make it back within two days, three at most. This would please Aizen. They needed to succeed. Failure was not an option. Grimmjow would be back in Hueco Mundo three days tops.

Upon dawn that day the four espada sonidoed to different locations in Karakura town, positive that Grimmjow would be there, if anywhere in the human world. They set out, looking for their captive comrade.

Ugh, not very long, but it took me forever to write! So hard! Sorry, no lemon this time. It just didn't seem right yet. Probably in the next one. I have some good plans coming up. Input is always appreciated, as is constructive criticism. If you really want to see something happen, you can always feel free to tell me. No guarantees, but hey, who knows? Review and get a tortured Grimm-kitty plushie! (You know you want one!)

Starkit

-:D Check out "The Unfortunate Closet Mishap", it's the original. This is my version of it with an alternate ending.