Hey folks, massively huge chapter cause was being pissy with me yester day and wouldn't let me update so i just kept going. Decided not to break it into two cause the flow didn't stop - and I know i've stopped just as it was getting steamy but it's not time for them to get too sweaty, other stuff has to happen first.
So just to reiterate, M rating comes into it a bit this chapter, remember it's all men too!
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Chapter 4
Starrk returned to the head of the line, purposely not looking in Grimmjow's direction. He knew he was confusing the other, but the situation was more complicated than he had time to explain.
"One day I am going to wrap my hands around that prick's neck see if he likes it." Starrk spoke under his breath but it carried to all of the slaves in the hall, Nnoitra nodding in agreement. The tall slave was looking infuriated, obviously the fact he couldn't protect his master had got to him.
Another car pulled up outside and in walked the red head, wide smile on his face as he pulled his coat off, dropping it basically on top of Barrigan. The noble walked past the line of slaves, not acknowledging any of them until he was in the centre of the room.
"Sir, let me show you to the drawing room. My Lord has stepped out for a moment to see to some personal matters, he will return in a moment. Can I offer sir something to drink?"
Starrk disappeared into the large room on the right, pausing to hold the door open for the noble and the door closed as the man entered.
Nnoitra snorted, running his tongue over his wide teeth as he regarded the closed door. "Ass." The insult was quiet but clearly directed at the master's guest.
Tia turned to the tall security slave. "What really happened, that was getting worse as he stood there."
"That dick Aizen had his arm around my lord's shoulder and when he hesitated over the invite he gripped him too tight. The other hand wrapped round the front and he dragged him in. If he'd kissed him I'd've taken his head off." Nnoitra clenched his fists.
"And that would have done what?" Szayel appeared in the hall, fixing his hair as he walked. "My lord is in with his guest with a few canapés, I did what I could with the bruise though."
"Is it getting worse?"
"I don't know, we'll have to get another sample sent off. He's got another chest infection coming on though, as much fun as they are."
The group around Grimmjow seemed to take that news poorly, each of their expressions darkening. Szayel saw the look on his face and explained for him. "My lord has a blood condition, it means he bruises easily and it gives him the nose bleed when he is stressed. It makes him susceptible to other things too and he's such a good patient." Grimmjow smirked at the sarcasm in the other's voice.
A third car pulled up, a sleek fast one from the sounds of it and a second later Barrigan opened the door for the wide smiling face of Gin Ichimaru.
"My thanks Barrigan."
"You're welcome sir. May I take your coat?" The older butler accepted the heavy red article and gave a short bow before taking his leave.
"Ah, Tia, you are looking lovely as ever, where is your young charge?"
"Thank you sir, sleeping sir. I hope you are well." Tia bobbed a curtsy keeping her face low. The silver haired man nodded back at her.
"Nnoitra, Szayel, you are looking tense, is Starrk in with Ichigo?"
"Yes sir, they are in the drawing room, would you like me to show you the way?" the pink haired slave answered for them, the taller man still fuming a bit.
"I think I know the way. Ah, is this the new slave? The fighter he adopted?" Gin zeroed in on the stranger in the room, approaching him quickly.
Grimmjow stood still, keeping his gaze low as the man approached him. He knew the Count by reputation only and it didn't leave him anxious for the attention.
"What is his name?" Gin directed his question at Szayel, glancing over his shoulder at the pink haired slave.
"Grimmjow, sir."
"Ah, Grimmjow good to meet you. I bet you know who I am though."
Grimmjow's eyes flickered up involuntarily, and he darted them back down as the met the nearly closed eyes of the noble in front of him.
"God he's a gorgeous one. I can't believe Kaname was wasting him in the pits. He could be a stud."
A stud was a slave whored out by his masters, usually to the older ladies of the court, or to the gentlemen. They tended to be the small pretty ones, but a handsome larger male was desired sometimes.
The skin on Grimmjow's shoulders crawled as the man in front of him appraised the view and when he walked towards the drawing room door, Grimmjow almost panted with relief. Nnoitra stepped up next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You did well, Ichimaru can be unbearable. At least he acknowledges us as living beings unlike that Abarai. Come on, we won't be needed for a while let's make a break for it." The tall slave drew him back up the staircase, and to a room three down from Starrk's.
It was similar inside, except a different colour, the walls a mossy green with the furnishings being a deeper green, with burgundy leather upholstery on the couches. The tall gangly male slumped onto the big corner sofa, patting the seat next to him for the other man. As Grimmjow joined him, Nnoitra loosened his tie off and unsnapped his top button. Grimmjow perched on the edge of the sofa, the current situation not being something he knew how to deal with. The thought of spending free time with another slave was unheard of, the last two years he'd been isolated unless he was trying to kill someone.
Nnoitra reached out and dragged the slave back towards him, leaning the blue haired slave on the comfortable back of the sofa with a long arm draped across the leather. "Relax Blue, you're safe in here. Szayel will get us before we are missed."
The pair sat in companionable silence for a while before Nnoitra grabbed a remote and turned the TV on to a music channel, the low volume just enough to be a distraction. "Come on Blue, ask me whatever you want."
Grimmjow turned his head to the other, frown in place.
"You're wearing Starrk's suit, and allowed to greet guests so that puts you in a new position and it means I'm allowed to talk to you properly. Don't know how you got on the boss's good side so quickly. Master seems to be overly fond of you too."
"He read to me."
"Who Starrk?"
"No, the master, he came and sat outside my window and read a story, something about Hobbits and dragons. I am so out of my depth it's not funny. How do you relearn everything quickly?"
"You been in service all your life?" The other nodded in response. "Me too, I was an orphan sold into a household as a kitchen boy. Then I started having stupid growth spurts and got really clumsy for a few years." The man held up his other hand, gesturing to his fingers with his eye. "I nearly lost two of my fingers after dropping a glass dish and being made to pick it up bare handed." Grimmjow could see the thick scars round the other's pointer and middle fingers. Grimmjow looked back up to the other's face, eyes jumping to the eye patch but not wanting to ask. Nnoitra chuckled dryly, scarred fingers running over the black fabric. "This wasn't an accident. This was a punishment from an old master, one who felt reducing me to single vision was an equal to me damaging his car. Not that I damaged his car, he fell out drunk and slammed the door into a wall, I just hadn't been quick enough to stop it."
Grimmjow winced in sympathy. "Yeah I know how it feels, not that I had an eye taken."
"Did the Baron really have his hand wrapped round your dick making you drop the bottle?"
Grimmjow snorted at the memory, seeming so far away as he sat on the comfortable sofa. "Yeah, he made me serve him topless and would run his hands over me whenever he liked. I was about to pour him a refill when he grabbed me, and I dropped the ugly thing in shock. The next thing I knew I was in the pit. Two years later and I'm here."
"You did well to live for two years in the arena; I've known slave's who've barely lasted one." Nnoitra dropped his arm to the other's shoulders in support, Grimmjow leaning against him slightly. After years of neglect, and a miserable childhood, Grimmjow seemed to be unable to ignore the slightest human contact.
"Well, I thought that fight was going to be my last. I had decided that the day before. Then before it, I'm dragged out of the pit and thrown into a room with the strangest master I've ever met, being told I now belong to him before he tends to me, then hits me. I was so mad I nearly ripped the other guy's throat out."
"Ah ha! That's why he did it then." Nnoitra exclaimed before he sat back smugly.
"What, who did what?"
"The master, that's why he struck you, he must have seen you on the verge of giving in and he decided he'd rather you hated him and live, than die. He is a bit of a strange one I'll give you that."
"Do you care for the master? You all seem to be very close."
"Yeah, I love the master, he's funny and caring; he keeps us better than any slave has ever been kept."
"But you are still slaves, and he still strikes you."
Nnoitra huffed, turning towards the man, trying to get his point across. "The master does not hit us. He has a reputation of being an asshole, and we've helped him get there. He appears to beat us in public, only to scare others away, to make it seem like he's a sociopath just so we are left alone."
"I saw him slap Tia the day of the fight. She was on the floor."
"I taught him myself how to hit without hurting the other. Any bet it made a beauty of a noise but she would have only felt a sting. The master loves us, we're his family."
Grimmjow shook his head, the information seeping into his brain slowly. His hand drifted to the hand on his shoulder and he stroked at the skin there before the long fingers laced with his own. He sat still after that, not knowing how to deal with it. Starrk had seemed like a dream come true, handsome and seemed to like him with his jokes and small touches. The seen in the entry way blew all his fantasies out of the water, the head slave clearly taken by the master. Grimmjow didn't know if it was mutual, or whether Starrk just held him in high regard. The slave had kissed him though, and it had been a damn good kiss for all the length of it, but now he is lying with another man, snuggled up in his arms. Twenty two years of no comfort or compassion from another person and in one day he has basically thrown himself at two strangers.
The hand in his squeezed, the arm around his shoulders tightening slightly. "What's up? You've gone all quiet and tense."
Grimmjow just shook his head, pulling his hand free gently and sitting forward. "Nothing, just a bit confused still."
"Ooo, that's an icy breeze coming from that cold shoulder, did I do something wrong?" Nnoitra sat forward, mirroring Grimmjow with his forearms on his knees; he made sure to lean his thigh up along the other man's and press their shoulders together.
Grimmjow exhaled loudly, standing up and walking over to the wall, hiking one leg up against it, arms folded over his chest. No you didn't do anything wrong, I'm sure here it's alright to sit close and hold each other, but,"
Nnoitra got up, sensing the emotion in the other hovering between fury and fear. "But what, what are you afraid of?" He walked over to the man, standing close but not touching. Grimmjow looked up at him, pressing the palms of his hands on the wall behind him. "I get it you're not used to being chummy with your fellow slaves, but I can tell you like it when I touch you." He leaned in, one long fingered hand ghosting down the side of the other's face.
Grimmjow snatched the hand of his face, holding it between them. Fury laced his words, making them harsher than he initially meant. "Can you tell I've never been touched before as well? Can you see that the only time someone has ever laid hands on me is to push, scratch or hit me? Then there's you, and Starrk and even the master, touching me, stroking me and speaking to me kindly, feeding me things I've only ever dreamed of; that palace you call a bathroom and then you each having rooms like these to call your own? How can this be real? How can this be happening?" Grimmjow was shouting, frustration pouring out of his skin.
"You want to know that this is real? Let me show you." Nnoitra pushed the joined hands against the wall at the side of Grimmjow's head before pushing his lips onto the other's, diving in with force, taking Grimmjow's breath away. He broke away for a moment. "If no one has ever touched you, let me be the first. I promise not to bite, too hard anyway." He captured the lips again enjoying the fight that came this time, the other man pushing to dominate the kiss.
Grimmjow felt his blood boil at the other's words and deepened the kiss, sweeping his tongue into the waiting mouth, toying with Nnoitra's own long thin tongue. Long fingers pulled at his tie, yanking it down so the top buttons could be popped on the blue haired man's shirt, exposing his sharp collar bones. Nnoitra nudged Grimmjow's head over with his straight nose and licked his way down the now exposed throat till he could wrap his mouth around the big muscle at the base. He sank his teeth in, not enough to break the skin, but enough to make Grimmjow's knees weak. A knee pressed between his legs, giving him a bit of support but also giving him stimulation where he needed it most. The leg moved gently, rubbing him exactly the right way and made him drop his head to the shoulder in front of him.
Nnoitra stopped his attack on the collar bone, grinning down at the wanton look on the other's face. "Not all touches are bad, some can be good," Nnoitra ran his nose along Grimmjow's jaw line, nuzzling at the hollow under his ear. "And some can be amazing." He pressed his groin against the other man's, both feeling the evidence of their acts rubbing against the other, bringing a low groan from them both. Nnoitra lessened his grip, backing away gently before pressing a gently peck on the slightly bruised lips. "I don't want to pressure you, but know the offer is always there."
Grimmjow stood staring at the other man, still panting, clothes akimbo and probably bruises on his neck from the overzealous kisses.
"Something you probably should know about this household, we share everything, including ourselves, freely. If you are not interested then please say so, no one here will force you to do anything you don't want and a few here don't take any pleasure from each other except companionship; but I don't want you to think you are alone here."
"So, you and the other slaves couple together?"
"Not just couple sometimes, the beds are quite big after all; sometimes a triple can be fun." Nnoitra winked at him as he fixed his top button and tie so they lay neat once more.
Grimmjow attempted to do the same but felt like he was totally mussed still. Yet another idea to get his head around, but he couldn't get the image of himself, Nnoitra and Starrk all together out of his head.
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Ichigo tried to sigh as quietly as he could, listening to Renji talk about the amount of money he'd made betting on his fighters the other night at the Blood party. He'd even made a small pile betting on Ichigo's new slave, sure his friend would pick a good one and he hadn't been disappointed.
Ichigo had been able to remain silent for most of the visit, Renji more than able to fill a silence, with Gin adding in quick witted remarks to make him chuckle. Starrk had remained in the room, standing at his shoulder like a statue. Ichigo knew his head slave and friend was unhappy with the marks on his neck, he wasn't too impressed with them either but he'd been unable to avoid them; and it hadn't been that hard a grab, his stupid skin bruising like a peach after all. Aizen had been after him for about a year now, the casual glances turned to offhand touches a few months ago and the slight innuendoes were now blatant invitations. Today he'd wrapped an arm around his shoulder, before gripping his neck, twisting his head up like he was going to kiss him. Thankfully they had been alone at the time, even Nnoitra hadn't really seen the exchange before he managed to wrench free, probably giving himself the bruises if he really thought about it.
Apparently since he wasn't perusing any of the ladies who had been throwing themselves at him meant Ichigo was looking for some male attention, and Aizen was so sure he was everyone's' first choice and Ichigo was really just playing shy. A little part wondered how the older man would push his approach, where would he stop if the other wasn't willing but he didn't really want to find out.
Finally the conversation took a different angle but this wasn't any more enjoyable, Renji talking about his new slave, and Gin chipping in with his thoughts. Apparently the silver haired noble found the ex-fighter attractive and congratulated him in his acquisition. Renji then demanded to see him for himself, wanting to laugh and scoff probably, like it was a new horse or a dog. Ichigo wouldn't allow that to happen under his roof and the redhead would have plenty of opportunity to see the slave at events, if he proved himself enough. The first steps had clearly been made and seeing him standing there in the black clothes fitting him like a skin had made him smile, feeling like he'd done something right. He still felt responsible for the man's distrust and was keeping his distance till Starrk was more comfortable with him.
It hadn't stopped him taking old Fawn out to lie in the sun in the late mornings when he was free to read his favourite book from childhood. The first day he'd considered just sitting there, but the dog-eared copy sat on his desk so he'd grabbed it before plonking down right by his window, belting out the first few lines. Anyone would think he was insane to read to a slave but it had been nice and the man seemed content to listen to him. He'd only managed down three times, and only for about half an hour but maybe he'd get some time with him this afternoon.
Renji and Gin took their leave in the early afternoon, both pleading other tasks to complete. Ichigo slumped back into his chair as they left the room, Starrk showing the men to their cars before returning to see his master's feet up on the expensive mahogany table. Rolling his eyes he walked over, lifting the offending limbs before sitting on the table, propping the legs on his lap.
Szayel appeared a second later to clear the dishes, a smirk on his face. Ichigo smiled back before asking what was so funny.
"How to get rid of unwanted guests? Don't feed them at meal times. Makes them run for their own homes like they hadn't seen food for days."
Ichigo laughed quietly. "I always knew you were the smart one here. God do I sound like him ever; even when I'm playing lord, cause I think you should shoot me if I do." Ichigo shielded his eyes for a moment with a hand before balling it into a fist to catch a cough. He pulled a handkerchief out a second later to catch the next series of coughs, lifting his legs so he was able to sit forward. He balled the fabric in his hand to hide it before stuffing it into his jacket pocket. He could feel his lungs were a bit full and sticky but wasn't in the mood for being forced to his bed. A glass of water appeared in front of him, held by Szayel who looked most unimpressed.
Ichigo took it, sipping it gently to ease his throat. "I'm fine."
"And I'm the Countess Shinhoin."
Ichigo grinned back, images of the gorgeous countess flooding his mind. She was well endowed, with skin like dark coffee and long violet hair. Her bright tawny eyes were her best feature, the wicked glint in them promising all bad things. If Ichigo had been looking for some female companionship, he might have taken her up on one of her many offers.
Ichigo stood, handing the water back. "Right I'm going to get out of this suit, try and enjoy the rest of the day. Where did Grimmjow go, back to his cell?"
"No, he and Nnoitra disappeared upstairs, I'm assuming to Nnoitra's room."
Ichigo nodded; glad the new slave was making friends with the family. "How is he doing Starrk, can we get him his own room yet?"
"I would say so, but I still insist on it being locked at night."
Ichigo smiled. "Overprotective much?"
"Rather that than have regrets about being too slack." Starrk ran his fingers down the side of Ichigo's face, tracing the bruises on his neck.
Ichigo dropped the smile on his face, looking at the carpet at his feet for a moment. He looked back up, forcing a half smile on his face. "Can you sort him out?"
"Of course, we'll have to go and get him his own stuff though, my clothes fit his height, but his shoulders have probably burst the stitching on my black suit."
"He did look good in it though." Ichigo's smile came back full force, remembering the sight of the tanned skin and the brilliant blue hair standing out so much against the pure black outfit. "We can go out tomorrow; I need to replace my pale grey suit anyway. Sort out his room and take not of what he needs."
"You don't have all of tomorrow to shop my lord; I have made you an appointment with the doctor again."
Ichigo rolled his eyes, groaning as he headed to the door to the hall. "Fine, I can leave Tia with my credit card and she can help him get the rest while you take me to the doctors, is that acceptable?"
"Such a child still Ichi."
"Can I point out that if you still think of me as a child then you are a dirty old man?" Ichigo smirked at the outraged face of his friend. He darted out the door, running the stairs as the sounds of pounding footsteps followed him. Starrk couldn't match him for speed, especially with a head start so he knew he could turn to taunt, just a little. "You're just proving that old man status right know you know that right? Don't break a hip gramps." Starrk was halfway up the first set of stairs as Ichigo topped the second, stopping again to glance down at him.
Starrk enjoyed the gleeful look on the younger man's face, still intending on catching the other though. Ichigo's laugh disappeared with him as he headed left and along to his room. The laughter cut off abruptly, ending with a low cry and a thump. Picking up his pace more, Starrk topped the stairs grabbing the corner to turn himself quicker.
Ichigo had been heading to his room, the door lockable even though his first had a key it would prove a bit of a barricade. He turned from the bannister and turned to run flat out, not expecting to see people in the corridor. He ran smack into the newest member of the family, feeling the man's hands grab his arms and his forehead strike the other's chin. The pair went down with a cry, Grimmjow trying to turn to take more of the blow than his master. Ichigo still bounced off the floor with his shoulder and hip, his head saved from more damage by a thick bicep but he didn't move at first.
Nnoitra and Starrk were on the floor next to him in a heartbeat, calling his name as they tried to untangle the two men.
"Ichigo, god, Nnoitra help me get Grimm off him."
Grimmjow hadn't been as lucky in the fall and had struck his head on the hard floor, dazing him slightly. He felt the hands on him, pulling him up and he tried to help, ending up sitting against the wall as his vision cleared. He saw the dipped orange head of his master, one hand clutching at his forehead while the other was being held by his security guard.
Grimmjow's blood ran cold as he saw a tinge of red underneath his master's hand, meaning he'd damaged a noble. He threw himself on the floor, pressing his face to the wood in hopes of avoiding a beating. Words of the other slaves came back to him, of how they would destroy him if he looked at the master the wrong way and then this happened. Accident or not it would still be his fault.
"I'm sorry master."
Grimmjow's quiet plea was heard by the three men, the two slaves fussing over their master, who was knocking their hands away with a rueful grin on his face, it was after all his own fault. He pressed a clean handkerchief against the small cut on his forehead, knowing there was going to be a cracker of a bruise on it later. He felt twinges in a couple of other parts on his body but it was nothing major, he was used to being in some degree of pain from bruises and sprains from his condition.
He turned to the man prostrating himself on the floor, hearing the despair in the other's voice. Seeing the proud slave shaking on the floor he couldn't help himself but to crawl to him and pull him up, drawing his face to look at him.
The cerulean eyes were clearly terrified and he flinched back when Ichigo lifted his hand. Holding his hand for a moment, he paused before running his fingers through the other's hair, down his head before running his thumb over the red mark on the sharp chin. "Are you alright?"
Grimmjow pulled away from the grip, a lifetime of conditioning deafening him to what was said to him. "I am sorry master; I didn't mean to get in your way."
"Hey," Ichigo tried to pull the slave back up, but the other resisted at first. "Hey! It was my fault, I ran in to you cause I wasn't looking where I was going. No one is going to hurt you; no one will touch you again if I can help it." Grimmjow looked up into his eyes, uncertainty in his expression. Ichigo looked up at the other men standing just behind him, Starrk offering him a hand up. The young noble nodded his thanks before reaching down and offering the other man a hand up himself, the slave looking at the outstretched hand like it was a snake. "Come on, I need to get cleaned up, and you could use an ice pack too. Szayel is going to freak." Ichigo finally got the other slave on his feet and they headed back to the stairs before Ichigo felt his knees wobble, a hand going to his swimming head. Nnoitra put a hand on his back to support him.
"Ichi, why don't you go to your room and I'll get Szayel to come to you. Grimm and Starrk will go with you; I don't think you should risk stairs at the moment."
The orange haired man nodded his agreement, turning and heading to his room, the large door right at the end of the corridor.
Grimmjow followed the other two into the room, turning in shock as he saw his master's quarters. It made the rooms of the other slaves look plain and simple. The large area was split into three distinct sections; a large bed to the left through an arch way, the centre area was a sitting room with large French doors out onto a balcony and the right hand side taken over by a massive walk in wardrobe. A door to the side of that was slightly ajar and from the tiling on the wall, it looked like the master's private bathroom. Two large dog beds sat just inside the arch to the sleeping area and out of one trotted a large black and white Great Dane, the large head mostly white with one raggy black splodge over her right eye and ear. Ichigo rubbed his hand on his dog's head, the dog leaning against him as her whip like tail drifted back and forth.
Walking over to the couches in the middle, the dog accompanied them and sat at her master's feet, lying across them but leaving her head high enough to be scratched.
"This is Willow; she's Cloud's sister and my champion dog. Not that being a champion makes her any better than her sister."
Grimmjow liked the look on his master's face when he was with his dogs, the large dog closing her eyes as her ears were rubbed. Grimmjow found his lap filled by a large sandy coloured head a second later, the older dog wanting some attention too. He ran a hand over her delicately and heard a low snort from the dog's trainer who was coming out of the bathroom with a face cloth in his hand.
"She won't eat you, y'know Grimm." He smiled as he sat next to the master and cleaned off his face. Grimmjow winced as he was the purple bruise on the man's face, a swollen lump around it. The man's hair covered the worst of it but it wasn't pretty.
Szayel and Nnoitra entered the room without knocking, the pink haired man carrying a bag, Nnoitra holding a basin. "What the hell have you been doing now; didn't I tell you to take it easy today?" The pseudo doctor shook his head as he pushed the hair away from the wound. "Well you don't need stitches this time, what did you fall on?"
"Him." Ichigo pointed at the blue haired slave, Szayel snapping his head round with a fierce look on his face. "I ran my head into his chin to escape Starrk."
Szayel closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before asking his next question. "And why were you running away from Starrk?"
"Cos I called him an old man and bolted."
"Actually he called me a dirty old man."
"Shut up, you'll take it out of context; anyway I ran away and was just telling him that he was too old to catch me when I ran into Grimmjow's chin."
"Did you happen to hit anything else?"
"Eh, no?"
Szayel tossed an ice pack to Nnoitra telling him to treat Grimmjow's bruised chin before bullying the master out of his jacket and shirt to look at his shoulder. Another bruise was blooming there, marring the pale skin. Grimmjow sat, holding the ice pack to his face as his master stripped off his clothes right in front of him. Thankfully the ice pack had a towelling cover, to catch the drool as he watched the lithe form unwrap itself. The man had a balance of toned muscle to slimness that made him breath taking. Starrk held another icepack to the bruise on the shoulder as Szayel ran his hands over the master's legs, stopping as the noble hissed as he prodded his hips.
"You do know this is quicker and less painful if you just tell me where it hurts?"
"Yeah but where is the fun in that?"
Szayel shook his head, pulling the noble up and stripping the black trousers off him. He pulled the patent shoes off the feet to allow the trousers to be fully removed before pulling at the thigh muscle to see the damage. "Well I'll say this, when you tackle someone you really do the job properly, you are going to be sore tomorrow." Szayel pulled a large tube out of his bag, squeezing a ball of green gel out before smoothing it up the thigh. Ichigo hissed and leaned into Starrk, allowing his leg to be lifted and getting some support by tucking his head under the older man's chin. Grimmjow looked at the pair, Starrk's steely blue eyes looking straight into his. The brunette's arm was wrapped around his master, holding the ice pack against his far away arm as the noble pressed into him. Szayel rubbed the gel over the bruised area, underneath the tight white trunks as well, the gel marking the fabric as it touched.
Nnoitra was sitting next to Grimmjow on the sofa, and after relinquishing the ice pack to the other man, he sat with his arm along the back of the chair behind him. It reminded Grimmjow of their actions in the other's room and made him flush a bit. He leaned back, purposefully into the other's arm, just enough to connect with him and he felt the long fingers rub at his shoulder.
Szayel had moved onto the injured shoulder, the menthol of the gel now reaching Grimmjow's nose meaning it was reducing the swelling, cooling the injuries as well as easing the pain a bit. He'd never got to use it before but he knew what it was.
The small cut on the master's forehead was deemed too small to bother with but because of the open would he couldn't use the gel on the bruise, it would nip it too much. Ichigo was left holding an ice pack on his face, staring across at Grimmjow doing the same.
"Did I mention I was sorry for running in to you?"
Grimmjow blinked at him, a noble just apologised to him. He felt Nnoitra grip his shoulder and he glanced at the taller man for a second, no knowing what to do. "Master, I promise I didn't mean you to come to any harm, if there is anything I can do to help you or to make up for it I will." When the master moved towards him, Grimmjow instantly sat forward holding his gaze at the floor between his feet. A pair of bare knees came into his vision, and he drifted his eyes up the long lean legs, tracing his eyes over the toned muscles under the pale skin. He tried to miss staring at the private area of his master, but the skin just outside the boxers was translucent, the veins going up into his groin visible. He scanned over the boxers, the deep red band holding them up sitting below an inny button with a thin trail of dark orange hair disappearing under it. Sharp pelvic bones sat above the elastic, the muscles between defined and leading up to shaped abdominals and then pectorals, a small rosy nipple sitting on each of them. Sharp collar bones led to a narrow throat and up to a face, looking concerned but vaguely amused at the same time. Grimmjow was sure his perusal of his master's body had only taken a half second to process but the look on his master's face told him otherwise.
"You are not listening to me, you did nothing wrong. But I understand that this is my own fault, I made you scared of me, of retaliation." Ichigo pushed himself up using the couch at the side of Grimmjow to help his sore body. He walked toward his sleeping area, the large dog getting up and following him. Pausing at the arch way the noble turned round, hiding his face in the shadow of his hair and of the door. "Starrk, sort him out into his own room, make sure he is comfortable, anything he needs. Please." The noble finished walking away, shoulders' slumped.
Starrk groaned under his breath, dropping his head into his hands. Nnoitra rubbed at Grimmjow's back, trying to ease some of the slave's anguish. Szayel just continued to clean up his kit, throwing the used ice packs back into the basin before turning to the blue haired slave. He tilted his head up, looking at the bruise on Grimmjow's chin for a second before gripping the other's shoulder, first for affection, then used it to stand up.
"I think you'll live. Any other complaints?"
Grimmjow just shook his head, returning the icepack to his throbbing jaw. Szayel raised his eyebrow, clearly not believing him but not willing to push the matter. He made his excuses and left the other three in the room, staring at each other.
Starrk eventually stood up, gesturing to the other two men to follow him. Walking down from the master's room, past his own and Nnoitra's, Starrk stopped outside the next door, pulling a set of keys out of his pocket to unlock the door. A similar room to the two other slaves was revealed, done in greys and cool blues to make the room seem big and airy, slightly darker colours used on the wall behind the bed. The two sofas on the other side had low backs and wide seats, made more for lounging than sitting and were made of a deep navy, contrasting on the steel grey rug under them.
"Well, what do you think?" Starrk turned to Grimmjow, putting one hand on the other man's back to push him into the room more.
"I don't know, what am I supposed to think?" Grimmjow looked around the room, trying to spot some sign as to the occupant, perhaps Szayel.
"Well, if you don't like the colour we can change it."
Grimmjow turned to him, shock on his face. "This is for me?"
Starrk smiled at him as they walked further into the room. Nnoitra grabbed Grimmjow's shoulders, shoving him down as he passed, going to jump on the bed, bouncing up and down on his ass. Grimmjow looked around him, taking in the mirrored robes, three sliding doors, the one in the middle having a patterned panel rather than glass. They faced the bed, covered in a grey marled cover and the sofas across the room, plenty of room between them. A large window sat in the wall at the sofas looking out the back of the house, the dogs' building in view. He realised he was pretty much directly above the cell he'd been kept in. He pressed his hands against the glass, trying to take in the fact he had his own bedroom, after years of sharing barracks, or living in a cage this was unreal, and he wondered for a moment if he'd died that day in the arena, dreaming everything since. He stumbled back from the view, ending up perched on the arm of one of the couches as his brain processed this recent development. A long arm was slung around his shoulders and he was pulled in against Nnoitra's body, savouring the shared warmth from the man. Starrk came and stood at his other side, looking ruefully at the other two.
"I take it you two got close?"
Nnoitra pulled him in a bit closer, smirking down at his boss. "Just being friendly boss, that's all. Tried to explain to him how we work around here, but didn't want to scare him too much."
Grimmjow looked up with an eyebrow raised. "You told me you all get together in orgies, and you didn't tell me everything?"
Starrk snorted, slouching down on the arm next to Grimmjow, meaning he was pressed right alongside the man. "Don't listen to him too much; you can do whatever you are comfortable with, with whoever you are comfortable with." Starrk reached out and laced his hand with Grimmjow's. "I hope I could be included in that group at some point."
"Why?" Grimmjow aimed the question at Starrk initially, but then opened it up to both of them. "Why are you bothering with me? If you have each other, and more, whoever, why would you include me?"
"Seriously, have you never looked in a mirror?" Nnoitra looked incredulously at the blue haired slave, whose shoulders slumped majorly when he said it. Nnoitra used his long fingers to lift the face up to his. "It's not just your face, or your body. It's who you are, you have been through quite a lot, and you still have bite to you. Plus there is your face, and your body." Nnoitra smiled wolfishly at him, easing the jibe slightly. He pulled the other in for a closed mouth kiss, just to feel him.
Grimmjow tilted his head, inhaling the other's scent at the same time. He was pulled away by the man on his other side, and straight into a lip lock with him, Starrk cupping the side of his face, sweeping his tongue along his lips. Grimmjow happily parted them, tasting the brunette properly for the first time. Nnoitra didn't sit idly; he pulled the suit jacket off the other, tossing it onto the low table at the wall, throwing his own after it. He pulled the blue haired man's body flush with his, angling his front towards Starrk as he started opening shirt buttons, pulling his tie down. Once he'd opened enough to give his hands free range, he yanked the shirt off a shoulder, exposing the tanned skin to his mouth once more.
Grimmjow felt the long cool hands of one man from behind him as the warmer ones from the man in front ran all over his body. The hard body behind him pressed harder, his ass pressing hard into the other's groin. Starrk threw one leg over the arm of the couch, pressing his front to Grimmjow's and aligning their private areas better. Nnoitra pulled his face away from Starrk's, filling his mouth with the long thin tongue as the previous occupant licked a path down the exposed neck, not stopping till he hit a dusky nipple, drawing it into his mouth. Grimmjow arched into the other, rubbing himself on both men as he moved, drawing a groan from them both. Nnoitra pulled Starrk up, pushing the grey jacket off the man and pulling him by the tie towards him. They kissed heatedly over Grimmjow's shoulder, their hands still exploring the new body. Both of them felt the smooth silky patches of scar tissue covering a lot of the torso between them, the man had been fighting for his life for two years after all.
Starrk pulled away, looking at the two faces, flushed with blood, and smiled. He turned to the newest lover, running a gentle hand through his hair. "You ok with this? I don't know what you are thinking, what you are wanting."
"I don't know what I'm thinking, or what I want; except that I want you, both."
Starrk pulled him in for another quick kiss. "Well we can definitely give it a try, could end up a bit violent depending on the roles." He pushed his stiff rod into the man in front, pulling him in by a hand wrapped round his ass. He brushed his knuckles over the third at the same time. "So tell me Grimm, are you a giver, a receiver, or do you like a bit of both?"
Grimmjow dropped his gaze, embarrassed at his lack of experience. He knew what the other was asking and he knew that he wanted to sink his dick into the other; he just felt with his history he should take the submissive role.
"Virgin." Nnoitra spoke fairly quietly, but as there was no other noise in the room, it felt a lot louder. Starrk snapped his face at the smirking black haired slave before returning his face to the other.
Grimmjow just wanted the ground to open up and swallow him, he'd been angry when he'd blurted out to Nnoitra that he'd never been touched before and he was mortified.
"God that's hot. And since you don't know, you'll just have to try it both ways to see what you think. It's a good thing too, cause Nnoitra prefers to be a giver; I'll take either role but to be honest," Starrk pulled his new conquest close, pressing his lips against the other. "I have imagined the feeling of you plunging your dick into me so much, I think I might just cum when you get close."
Please review, this is the longest chapter I have ever uploaded, plus my first three way is blossoming - scary thought!