Pairing: Grimmichi
Plot: Ichigo had never really found an interest in sport, save martial arts, of course. He is about to know the true meaning of 'supporting your colours'.
Warnings: YAOI! LEMONS & LIMES! BxB! Foul Language. OOCness, my bad.
Disclaimer: No I do not own Bleach, but if I did … OMG *drool*. You get the picture.
Key: GrimmIchi - Normal
GrimmIchi - Flashback/Thoughts
GrimmIchi - Hichigo speaking
Baring Your Colours
Part IV
The situation was not looking promising at all.
His neck was a mess of his blood and Grimmjow's saliva, the bite mark standing out prominently against the white of his uniform and the slight tan of his skin. Even though Ichigo couldn't see the mark itself, he knew exactly what it represented.
Grimmjow had staked his claim, in one of the most violent ways, on Ichigo's body. In front of Aizen Sosuke no less. It only added to the steadily growing list of qualities that Ichigo began to hate. Grimmjow was reckless and full of unnecessary need to dominate everything. His pride would be the end of him if he kept pulling stunts like this.
Aizen's eyes had not left his neck, as if deciding how he was going to deal with the mark, probably in the most painful of ways. Ichigo prayed that he wouldn't get the blame for it. It wasn't like he wanted Grimmjow to bite his neck.
You so wanted it, King.
It was damned demeaning having a gaping wound that came from someone else's mouth, Grimmjow-bastard's no less. Even if he had to tell himself that.
If the room had been uncomfortable before, Ichigo didn't now what the hell it was like now. It was so far past awkward that Ichigo couldn't even be embarrassed. The temperature of the room had dropped to freezing; a shiver ran down Ichigo's spine whilst he struggled to keep himself from shivering. He also avoided direct eye contact with the former captains.
Ichimaru was just standing there smiling, watching the scene with a vague interest from behind Aizen. A basic summary for Ichimaru Gin: An empty, poisonous smile.
However, it was Ichimaru Gin who finally broke the deathly silence. 'Aizen-sama, what do you wish to do?'
Without looking away from Ichigo's marked neck Aizen gave his orders. 'Take Kurosaki-kun back to Grimmjow's quarters and have him clean up and change. I have to speak with the Espadas.'
'Hai, Aizen-sama.' Gin waked around Aizen to Ichigo's side, looking back to watch Aizen still staring at Ichigo' neck. 'This way Kurosaki-kun. It woudn' be a good idea to stay 'round here at the moment. Let's take you to Grimmy-kun's room.'
Ichigo followed after him back along the large room obediently. Ichimaru may be very creepy, but at least he was talking sense. A thought that sounded very wrong in his head.
I don't like him King. This can only lead to something worse.
What are you rambling about now?
He said you have to change right?
What's that supposed to mean?
Then Hichigo was silent. That's what Ichigo hated about him most. Not only did he reside in his soul, he wouldn't even reply when he was spoken to. He loved being purposely difficult, just to piss Ichigo off even more.
The walk back was sill quite quiet, with Gin making comment here and there about Las Noches. Ichigo didn't take it in though; his mind had been left behind in the room with Aizen and Grimmjow.
Grimmjow …
Ichigo reached a hand up to the bite mark on his neck, and drew it back cover in blood. Still bleeding … What the hell does he have for teeth? Knives? He breathed heavily, an action that was noticed by Gin.
'It's not all that bad, Ichi-kun. At least no yet.'
'What's that supposed to mean?'
Ichigo mentally hit himself. Giving in to impulse was going to get him killed if he didn't stop himself blurting things out like this.
Gin stopped and turned to face Ichigo, his smile not as wide as before. Ichigo thought that it was probably impossible for him to frown properly.
'Nothing, Ichi-kun. We're here.'
Ichigo looked up to indeed find the large double doors with the giant gothic 6. Gin pushed the doors open and gestured him inside. Ichigo moved reluctantly, not letting Ichimaru leave his sight. Walking over to the white couch, he turned and sat down, still staring at Ichimaru.
Gin had followed him and shut the door. He didn't move from his spot for a while, just stood there watching Ichigo with a look that Ichigo couldn't decipher. Even though he was smiling, it appeared that he wasn't in the least bit happy.
'Ichigo …' He stalked over to Ichigo slowly. 'Take off your clothes.'
Not again …
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Grimmjow could feel the blood lust reeking off the usually calm Aizen in waves, crashing on to him with tremendous force.
'Grimmjow, your behaviour just now was appalling. Do I have to remind you that you are not to harm our guest in any way?'
Grimmjow gritted his teeth in annoyance. Ichigo was his; he'd do whatever he wanted to him! Plus, Ichigo's neck had looked so tempting right then. So smooth and scar-free, if anything he was doing the kid a service. Which he would be returning …
An array of filthy things came into his head that Ichigo could be doing to his other head. And he liked it, he like it a lot. As long as Ichigo fought back. Even though it had been a fine display, Grimmjow hadn't enjoyed the first time as much as he thought he would.
Then second time was a whole other ball game. Ichigo had been aggressive; he had attacked him and made Grimmjow chase him down. Even when he was pinned to the bed he wouldn't stop. It had done wonders to his ego, only to have Ulquiorra smite it back down.
His anger at Ulquiorra just reminded him of how much he wanted to mess with Ichigo. But then again, he wouldn't have been able to mark Ichigo in front of Aizen then … and he didn't regret it one bit.
Out of all the Espada, Nnoitra was the only one that he could get on with, sort of. They had similar personalities, but when it came to anything to do with strength they were fierce enemies. Nnoitra hated how people would pity him when he lost, and Grimmjow hated those who would look down on him, including Nnoitra. They were the same in that respect, and their reason for joining with Aizen. So they could fight to their hearts content.
Grimmjow turned to see that shit-eating grin on his face and smirked at the knowing expression. That bastard …
'I called this meeting to inform you of your new missions. Ulquiorra. Yammy. I want you to search Karakura town for anyone with high reiatsu and report back. Nnoitra. Grimmjow. You will be going around all of the Human World and, shall we say, release your anger on to the world, but stay away from Karakura Town.'
Grimmjow found this odd. Aizen wanted them to go and reveal themselves and cause absolute chaos around all of the Human World, but avoid the one little town that Ulquiorra was going to.
'What's so special about Karakura?' Nnoitra asked.
'It is where the spirit mile is, I don't want to execute my plan prematurely. We must wait for the Hogyoku to awaken. Also,' He paused briefly, eyes flicking to Grimmjow, 'The subject of Kurosaki-kun. You may not take him with you to Karakura with you. He shall remain here under another Espada.'
Grimmjow's anger level was rising. Ever since Aizen mentioned Ichigo's name, Grimmjow was irritated. No worse than that.
He was worried.
Who the hell would Aizen put him with? Not Nnoitra or Ulquiorra or Yammy for that matter, they would be on the mission. Grimmjow's mind was whirring to try and figure out Aizen's objective with this new move.
'He will remain under Starrk. You may all leave. Ulquiorra, Nnoitra, Grimmjow, Yammy. Your mission begins tomorrow at dawn.'
Starrk. What the fuck is he thinking? Still, dawn wasn't that far away …
With that he Sonido-ed all the way to his quarters, pushing past everyone and dodging various Ceros from Nnoitra and Ulquiorra. He ignored Tousen's warning of respect as well, smirking.
The corridor before his room was quiet, but as he got closer to the room he started hearing things.
'Ahh! S-Stop it! Argh! Don't touch me there! Grimmjow might- '
'But he ain't here is he, Ichi?'
'T-That – that's not the point! Mhhmn! He's coming back!'
'Not for a good while. Why, are ya ashamed?'
'I don't want him coming in here and seeing you – Argh – you of all people doing – doing that!'
Grimmjow couldn't believe his ears. Who the fuck was touching his fucking property after he had clearly been fucking marked by him? And why was Ichigo moaning? Those sounds were for his ears only. He was gonna kill 'em, and rip them to shreds. Then he would do the same thing to Ichigo, but from the inside out. He would make sure that his pet wouldn't be able to walk for days!
He barged through his doors and looked around for the fucker and his Ichi-pet to find – no one. The room was completely empty.
The noises, however, continued.
'See! I told you he'd be back! Argh! What part of 'don't touch me there' don't you understand? Mhmn …'
'Really, Ichi? Is that really how ya should talk to yer superiors?'
'Well I do apologise, bastard-sama, but I only answer to Grimmjow!'
There was a pause, a ruffling of cloth and a sigh.
'Wow, he won't be happy hearing that. See you later Ichi, have fun!'
The door to the bathroom opened slowly, to reveal – Ichimaru Gin?
'Gin? What the hell are you doing in my bathroom? What the hell were you doing to Ichigo? I swear if you've done anything I'll- '
Gin's reiatsu rose immediately, crushing Grimmjow to the ground.
'Do ya really want to finish that sentence, Grimmy-kun?' Grimmjow grimaced at the nickname; it did nothing for his pride. 'If ya want an answer to ya questions, just ask Ichi. He'll tell ya. See ya Grimmy-kun, have fun!'
He walked straight past Grimmjow and out through the door. Once the door closed with a dull thud, the pressure on his body lifted. He stood and went over to the door to his en suite. But before he opened it, he paused and walked back over to his bed. He sat on the edge and leant back on his hands.
'Ichi-pet, get our ass out here now! You've got a hella of a lot of explainin' to do. If you don't I'll drag you out and you won't like what I'm planning to do to you, if you don't.'
He heard shuffling on the other side of the door and a deep sigh. The handle on the door turned and it opened.
Grimmjow's eyes widened as Ichigo came out in his new uniform. He felt hot. The images Ichigo was putting in his mind right that second was burning his brain and imagination. However, it also made him think about what had just happened…
'You let, Ichimaru Gin, see you like this! What the hell are you playing at? What the fuck do you think that mark on your neck means?' He got up and stalked over to where Ichigo stood. Ichigo hadn't moved from his spot, he didn't dare. The look in Grimmjow's eyes at that moment was horrifying.
Ichigo knew that he didn't scare easily, but he was feeling true fear for the second time in his life. The first had been after his mother had died and he woke to find her lying on top of him, drenched in her own blood.
Grimmjow reached out and grabbed Ichigo's hair and dragged him over to the large full length mirror on the back of the closet door. He pulled Ichigo against his chest so that he could see Ichigo look at himself in the mirror.
Ichigo's eyes widened in sheer horror at the shocking sight before him. He was unnaturally pale but he seemed to be glowing somehow. The mark on his neck showed up even more against the white of their uniforms. Uniform …
Ichigo's eyes travelled lower as he took in what he was actually wearing.
'What the hell am I wearing?'
'That's exactly what I want to know, Ichi-pet.' Grimmjow's voice had changed; it was deeper and somehow even more deadly. He grabbed at Ichigo's neck and placed his hands where they were before he had first given Ichigo his mark. 'I am dying to know why you think it's okay for you to show this much of yourself,' he brought his left hand down lower on Ichigo's body and groped at his crotch to emphasise his point, 'to anyone who isn't me. Ichi?'
Ichigo gasped at the sudden contact and froze. He didn't usually react that much after one touch. Did he?
'Oh, so I see you've come around to my ways of thinking have you? Such a wanton little pet.' He rolled his hips into Ichigo's ass, and relished at the moan it produced. But he was no where near finished with the interrogation.
'The thing is, Ichi-pet. As much as I like your new outfit, I'd prefer to rip it of you. How does that sound?'
'Mmmn … n-n-no. Not again. I-I only just got this one on …'
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Ichigo watched as Gin stalked closer and closer, still unable to comprehend what the former captain had just said. He just replied dumbly, 'Huh?'
'Are you really that incompetent? I said take the uniform off. We've had orders Ichi, and I don't want to be the one ta tell Aizen that ya've been rebelling against his wishes.'
Ichigo just stood there, still watching. Frozen on the spot listening to the underlying mocking tone of Gin's voice. Gin was never favoured among the shinigami in the Soul Society, and the reputation had apparently travelled into Hueco Mundo. The Espadas regarded him with less than tasteful sneers, but held their tongues for fear of punishment.
'Ichi, either you start taking them off or I'm going to have to do it for you. We don't want that now do we, hmm? What would Grimmy-kun say if he founds us like this …?'
Gin stood directly before him now, towering over him slightly. His reiatsu had an ominous feeling to it as it steadily increased around the room. Ichigo began to crumple at the pressure, barely managing to find his voice before he collapsed.
'I will do it, Ichimaru-taichou, there is no need for you to sink to my level.' Although he was, involuntarily, in a submissive position, he made an effort to bow his head. There was nothing he hated more than being submissive to an enemy, but in his current situation he had no choice whatsoever. 'I just have to survive!'
You got that right, King. If you die, I go too, so I'm not about to let that happen. I told you a long time ago, King, that the only person who is going o possess this body will be me! You got that, huh?
It's not like I have a choice at the moment, Hichigo. You won't be getting my body anytime soon!
Hichigo, eh? Since when did you give me a name? It's almost like I'm here to stay. I'll be taking over, King, just you wait. But go with it for the time being, I got your back if it gets too rough.
The words were disturbingly comforting, a thought that Ichigo shook out of his head. Hollows don't care; Hollows don't have hearts to care.
'Please, Gin-sama will do. But get on with it, we have little time before Grimmy-kun gets back No doubt in an awful temper.'
The thought of Ichigo first encounter with Grimmjow raised the hairs on the back of his neck.
"That's how I want you after I come back from a meeting with Aizen. If your not I'll fuck you dry. Understand?"
Ichigo hadn't seen the primitive glint in his eyes, but the feel of those cyan orbs burning holes into him from behind was enough to make him squirm with unease.
'Good, Now I think you should get clean before putting on your new uniform. Go through the first door there and there should be an adequate bathroom. Off you go, time is of the essence Ichi-kun.'
Ichigo did as he was told, entering the, more than, 'adequate' bathroom. Ichigo was sure that it was bigger than his room back home. Though, it was far smaller than the main room of Grimmjow's quarters. Once again, though he didn't expect anything less, the entire room was white, perhaps saving the cold silver of the taps and mirrors. The back half of the room appeared to be a wet room, with a large walk-in shower. Another door leading off to the left lead to, he presumed, was the toilet and the entire right side was a mirror with a few sinks on top of white marble topped cabinets.
Ichigo wasted little time taking of the sterile white uniform he had been forced into wearing, placing it unceremoniously on the floor at his feet. However, he took great care in placing the cyan obi on one of the many white marble countertops. He berated himself for his action and stepped into the vast shower.
Turning the hot tap, he stepped under the water sighing with relief. The feel of the water across his skin and through his hair was soothing. A weight lifted from his shoulders as the water washed away the grime of battle. If only it could wash away the filth on the inside, he thought grimly.
He was done in no time at all, despite his deliberate stalling. He turned the tap back off and reached out for one of the large towels hanging by the mirrors.
'Ichi, you done?' without waiting for an answer, Gin opened the door holding another white uniform. He set them to the side and before he knew it, Ichigo couldn't see.
'Hey! Gin-sama, what are you doing? What is this? Where are you?'
Gin chuckled at his anxious voice. 'My, my, there's no need to panic Ichi. You want to make Grimmy-kun happy, right? Let's make it a surprise for both of you!'
Ichigo didn't like the sound of that at all. His sarcastic, mocking tone of voice was not helping at all. It made the situation far worse for Ichigo.
He was practically helpless as he was pulled about by Gin. The towel was ripped from his body and some form of tight top was pulled onto his body. He was wrestled to the ground and felt cold hands travel up his legs, pulling some sort of shorts along with them. He began to feel anxious when the hands lingered right at the tops of his thighs.
'Ahh! S-Stop it! Argh! Don't touch me there! Grimmjow might- '
'But he ain't here is he, Ichi?' Gin's voice had changed. He wasn't polite or calm. All Ichigo knew was that it was wrong. Gin was wrong. The way Gin's weight was on top of him was wrong. The seemingly casual strokes and caresses near his crotch were most definitely wrong.
'T-That – that's not the point! Mhhmn! He's coming back!' Every so often, the icy hands would stray a bit too close to his shaft for comfort. The cold of Gin's fingers against the heat of his member made him shudder slightly with a guilty pleasure.
'Not for a good while. Why, are ya ashamed?'
'I don't want him coming in here and seeing you – Argh – you of all people doing – doing that!'
A loud bang came from just outside the bathroom door and a familiar reiatsu flooded his senses. He froze underneath Gin, who continued his ministrations nonetheless.
'See! I told you he'd be back! Argh! What part of 'don't touch me there' don't you understand? Mhmn …' yet another moan broke through his grasp and he hurried to stifle it to no avail. He was sure that Grimmjow had heard that.
'Really, Ichi? Is that really how ya should talk to yer superiors?' Gin was apparently carrying on as if Grimmjow's murderous intent wasn't sweeping straight through the walls and door towards them. Ichigo knew that he may regret it, but the situation was getting dire, he had to save himself – even if it was from the wrath of one Espada.
'Well I do apologise bastard-sama, but I only answer to Grimmjow!'
Gin stopped his movement and stood up, removing the cloth from Ichigo's eyes. His usually grin deflated slightly, a rare look of confusion on his face.
'Wow, he won't be happy hearing that. See you later Ichi, have fun!'
His tone picked up almost immediately, like it was the most natural thing in the world. He exited the bathroom and Ichigo watched at the door swung to a close behind him.
Ichigo sat up and looked at his hands, only to catch sight of four things that spooked him. On both forearms and both calves, were longs cyan bands, each with two rows of D-rings on either side of his limbs. Ichigo wasn't even sure when Gin had managed to put them on him, let alone put the uniform and what was that around his neck …?
'Ichi-pet, get our ass out here now! You've got a hella of a lot of explainin' to do. If you don't I'll drag you out and you won't like what I'm planning to do to you, if you don't.' Grimmjow's deep baritone was laced with a malice and promise to follow through with his threat should Ichigo not comply.
Ichigo couldn't believe what just happened, and judging by the level of ferocity in Grimmjow's voice, Gin probably hadn't said a thing about what he just so happened to be doing to Ichigo's body only a few seconds before.
He got up from his position on the floor to walk over to the door bracing himself for an oncoming onslaught of who-knew-what…
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'And like I said, Ichi-pet, even though I love seeing you in it, I'd rather have it on the floor.'
Grimmjow looked into the mirror before them with a smug look on his face. He saw himself smirking back with a horrified Ichigo looking at his new uniform. Grimmjow noted that by standing next to him, it made Ichigo look so much smaller. Grimmjow could even look over Ichigo's head and still have a clear view; there was absolutely no doubt who the Uke was.
He felt himself get hard at the sound of Ichigo's little whimpers that he couldn't quite hold back. At a particularly loud moan, Ichigo clapped a hand to his mouth, only to draw Grimmjow's attention to the cyan bands on his forearms.
'Well this makes things more interesting, don't you think, Ichi-pet.'
'I thought I said not to call me that!'
Grimmjow grabbed the hair on the back of his head and pushed Ichigo into the mirror. There was a dull clunk as Ichigo's head connected with the mirror and a thin trail of blood ran down the side of his face.
'Unless you hadn't noticed, Ichi-pet, I own you. The proof is right here,' he bit down onto the bite mark again, reopening the wound so it flowed down Ichigo's collar bone, 'and here,' he drew Ichigo back to take in the large gothic number 6 on the top of his uniform, placed on the right side of his chest.
The uniform was scandalous, in Ichigo opinion. The typical sterile white colour with black trimmings, but this was not like his other one. For starters, Ichigo's top was skin tight, only came to the end of his ribcage and was completely sleeveless, putting his shoulders, collar bone and bite mark on show for everyone to see. A single black zip ran from the cyan blue, he grimaced, collar with more D-rings, all the way to his diaphragm. The collar matched with the arm cuffs and leg cuffs that Gin had forced him into. The only thought that was running through Ichigo's head was – bondage. That sick mother-fucker.
Grimmjow stepped back slightly to admire the view from behind, only to find something that mage his smug grin widen to a maniacal level.
'It seems I missed something, Ichi-pet,' He pulled Ichigo around so their chests were tight together, and moved Ichigo's head to face the mirror once more. He laughed as Ichigo's eyes widened and jaw dropped.
Not only were his bottoms skin-tight, white hot pants, with a cyan blue obi no less, they also carried a large gothic number 6 on his right ass cheek.
'Did you really need to put one there? Who is going to see me in this, I refuse to leave this room looking like this.'
Grimmjow let go of the hold on his head and sauntered back over to his bed and jumped straight into the middle of it. He rested against the head board with hs arms crossed behind his head.
'Everyone needs a reminder, Ichi, and especially you do, that you are my property and that's that. We don't need another incident like today, where someone comes in whilst I ain't here and tries to claim you. Understood?'
Ichigo forced the thoughts of those cold touches and the feel of hard marble against his back out of his head, it would be just his luck if Grimmjow happened to be a mind reader. 'Crystal, Grimmjow-sama.'
He didn't know what he was doing anymore. The thought of submitting to the Espada ran through his head like any other piece of information. He was changing and he didn't like it one bit. Something that before would have seemed absolutely insane was appearing to be normal and almost logical. He wondered if that was the influence of Grimmjow's immense reiatsu, but discarded that thought. He didn't need it.
You want it, don't you, King? You're so weak and pathetic!
Shut up! I don't need your opinion on this!
Evidently you do. Your about to let yourself get fucked by someone I could take down with my eyes closed! Let me take over, I'll show this guy …
You'd … do that for me? I didn't know you cared so much, Hichigo.
I-I-I don't care about you! His usual arrogance flickering dangerously close to disappearing. Who could care about someone who keeps them locked up in a city where nothing happens! Did you know it rains blood every time you get hurt, hmm?
Rains … blood? Impossible –
I can assure you it does. My taking over you is in the best interest of this world. Nothing. Else.
Sure it is. Whatever, go ahead. Just don't get us killed. I know you like being the sadist, but submit eventually, and I promise I'll work on entertainment for my Inner World.
Deal, Ichigo …
'Good. Now get over here.'
Grimmjow was so fixated on the swaying of Ichigo's hips, he failed to notice that the shinigami's eyes had flickered to a golden yellow and were not going to be changing back any time soon …
(A/N): For a sort of clearer picture of the bite watch this video and stop when it first says, 'I can't wait for you to shut me and make me feel like badass.'
http :// www. youtube. com / watch? v=Lq3gnV5LURU. (delete the spaces)
There's a really good picture, not draw by me obviously, and it's what I'd imagine it to look like. With a lot more blood …*drool* If anyone knows the artist, sing their praises for me, it's amazing!
Anyway, I hope that you liked this, and the update time. Anything beats 6 weeks, right? Sorry for last time!
Grimmjow will live on, he just has to!
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