Ichigo forced himself to breathe in and out. The lack of oxygen had been clouding his brain. Don't make the first move. He told himself calmly. If this is a fight about strength, then I have no chance!
Ever so slowly, he turned around to face his opponent. Now that he had his wits back, it was easier to move. He spun to find himself face to face with someone familiar.
Gin jabbed at his shoulder with his short sword lightly. "Took ya long enough," he cackled.
"What do you want?" Ichigo snarled without real anger; he just wanted to get out of this alive. He briefly wondered how he didn't recognize the other's voice.
"Oh nothin' much," Gin replied innocently, twirling his Zanpakuto. "I could ask you the same thing," he glanced around. "Isn't this the private quarters of Espadas numbers five, three and one?"
"I was told to find the fourth espada," Ichigo lied quickly, thinking Ulquiorra would be the least likely person to kill him.
"Okay then!" The traitorous shinigami chirped. His silver hair swished to the side as he turned his back. "By the way, it's the door to your left," Gin laughed before backing off.
Not sure what to believe, Ichigo was forced to enter the door to his left. The other man was still watching him through narrowed eyes as he opened the door. Once he was in, he slammed the door shut and locked it.
"Now whadda we have here?" asked the occupant in the room. A hand grabbed the back of his shirt and tossed him deep within the depressing room.
Ichigo landed on his feet. Barely. He looked up surprised; this didn't sound like Ulquiorra. Upon further inquiry, it didn't even look like Ulquiorra. In front of him was a tall skinny man with an eye patch. It looked like the eye patch Kenpachi wore also.
"Are you his fraccion?" He asked bravely and flinched when a hand snagged his hair. A sneering face was pressed close to his own, examining him like a science project. Ichigo was about to fight when the other person stuck out his tongue. For a second, it seemed like a mocking gesture.
"Nnoitra," He grinned at him. On his tongue was a gothic five. Nnoitra let go of the younger man's hair and pushed him back, making him stumble.
"Fifth?" Ichigo said dumbly. "Where's Ulquiorra?"
Nnoitra peered at him through squinted eyes. Or eye. "I heard yer conversation outside with Gin." He rasped, his tongue flickered back into his mouth. "Yer not very bright now eh?"
Not feeling very bright at the moment, Ichigo scowled. "Why are you here in Ulquiorra's room?"
"Gin specifically told you that this floor was private quarters for Espadas numbered five, three and one. Ulquiorra's four." He said disdainfully and smiled crookedly when the red-headed Shinigami finally caught on.
"He lied to me." He growled furiously, making Nnoitra roll his eyes at his naïve mistake.
Ichigo was bent on going outside and pummeling the smiling fox who was probably eavesdropping at the door. He was stopped by a giant hand that clocked the back of his head. It stung.
"Where do ye think yer goin'?" The fifth espada asked, casually blocking the doorway where now a faint chuckle could be heard. He crossed his arms and stared amusedly at the boy, fuming in front of him. So easily tempered. Nnoitra thought to himself, languidly taking off his top.
Ichigo froze with his hand still out stretched towards Nnoitra's now shirtless chest.
"I'm going to find Grimmjow to give him a piece of my mind." He replied warily and Nnoitra chuckled. Ichigo took a step back, feeling the sharp reiatsu cracking in te air.
"No…Yer gonna stay with me," he hissed, reaching for Ichigo's waist. He fluidly clipped the teen below the chin, successfully stunning him when he tried to resist.
Ichigo's head snapped back when he was hit. Blood filled his mouth when he bit himself and found himself falling backwards. A second later, he was hoisted upon the giant's shoulders and was being carried into the vast room. It was a plain white room like any other except for the huge bed in the corner. The ceiling was arced into a concave pyramid that had a chandelier hanging from the vertex.
"'Sis is yer new home," Nnoitra sneered, tossing him onto the bed. He watched as Ichigo bounced twice before stopping and sitting up.
Ichigo glared vehemently at his new captor and had a brief flashback of what happened earlier. He plopped off of the bed and onto his feet again.
"I'm going back to Grimmjow's room," he said firmly to see that the fifth espada was laughing. Ichigo had amused him. Swell. "Tell me what's so funny," he demanded impatiently.
Nnoitra's laughing halted abruptly. "I know what ya did with Aizen." He said randomly, ignoring what Ichigo had demanded. "Grimmjow's not gonna like what you did."
"I didn't do anything!" Ichigo shot back furiously, forgetting his urgency to escape. "He forced it on me!"
"So ya admit it!" Nnoitra crowed triumphantly. "I knew that bastard woulda taken advantage of ya. Betcha enjoyed it too."
Ichigo held up an obscene gesture with his hand furiously before stomping his way to the door. He only made it half way before an iron hand gripped his wrist and wrenched him up in the air. He dangled for a second held only by his wrist and balked from the face inches away from his.
"Did you just…show me the finger?" Nnoitra's face, white from anger, rammed Ichigo up against the wall and pinned him there. The hand constricting his wrists tightened and Ichigo gritted his teeth in pain.
"Tell me you're sorry," Nnoitra hissed. When the teen remained silent, he tightened his grip, crushing the bones he was holding.
Pain jolted up Ichigo's arm, incapacitating him. He almost about to spit out a reluctant apology.
With a deafening boom and several cracks, the door was blasted open by a raging cero. A battered Tesla, who was standing outside obediently, was flung into the room. Dust flew through the opening and in stepped Grimmjow, looking pissed. He glanced around the half destroyed room with narrowed eyes and his cold gaze landed on Ichigo who was still in Nnoitra's grasp. He didn't say a word but bared his teeth at the both of them.
Nnoitra smirked and promptly threw Ichigo backwards like one would do with a ragged doll. He landed flat on his back and the air was knocked from his lungs.
"What are you going to do?" He drawled cockily with a growing grin. "Throw ceros at me like you did with him?" He jerked his head at the crumpled Tesla who choked out a pitifully apology.
"I don't give a shit about you," Grimmjow drawled back, just as arrogant. His calm quickly façade faded and he suddenly menacing. Patience was never his style. His fists were raised when someone interfered with a soft hiss.
Tousen strolled into the room with a disappointed looking Gin.
"Come on, they're just kids…" He was whining to the blind shinigami, who in turn, ignored him. "Let them have a bit of fun on their own!" Only to be ignored again.
The Sexta espada shot a cold look at Nnoitra before signaling to Ichigo. Once he saw that the dazed shinigami was off his feet and walking, he turned around and stalked out of the room.
"Now you show up," Ichigo snorted and ran into Grimmjow when the other man stopped suddenly. A sharp hand closed around his bicep and wrenched him along.
"You don't need to do that!" Ichigo protested weakly, not quite strong enough to pull away. Grimmjow didn't break a stride. The ominous silence was starting to annoy him.
He was startled when he was yanked forward and kicked into a room. He stumbled before straightening up and glared. The small of his back ached from the rough treatment.
"You can at least act grateful," Grimmjow spat, speaking for the first time since they've started walking. He entered the room also and slammed the door loudly.
"Why should I act grateful?" Ichigo shot back and Grimmjow's eyes narrowed infinitely. "If you didn't kidnap me," he continued, jabbing his finger at the other man. "I would not have ended up in situation in the first place."
"Listen you piece of shit," Grimmjow replied, grabbing the offending digit and bending it backwards. "I just saved you from a lot of humiliation and this is how you thank me?"
"Thank you," Ichigo scoffed sarcastically and winced when his finger was bent back even more. He could feel the demon's hot breath wash over his face.
The other man unexpectedly smiled.
"Lets continue from where we left off," Grimmjow said edgily. "You had your fun with Aizen," He shoved the teen on to the couch. "Now it's my turn." He finished hungrily, his eyes raking his prize.
Ichigo scrambled up disbelievingly. First Grimmjow wants to have some fun. Then Aizen decides to toy with him, then Nnoitra and then Grimmjow captures him—again—.
"You're never going to touch me again," He said. Even as the words left his mouth, he knew it was a hopeless lie. He knew he had no chance of escape this time.
Ichigo tensed up when the espada approached him slowly, smugly. He waited until the smiling figure was right on top of him before drawing back his fist and throwing a sharp punch. Ichigo's eyes widened in surprise a split-second before his hand landed on his target. Grimmjow didn't ever bother moving.
A sickening crunch alerted Ichigo before knife-like pain jolted up his arm and he fell over, clutching his broken hand. Through agonized eyes, he saw that he hadn't harmed his captor at all. In fact, Grimmjow was almost jovial.
"My mask is harder than your human bones combined." He sneered at him before reaching out and tearing Ichigo's shirt in half.
"This is beneath you!" Ichigo seethed, is heart was hammering against his chest. He could barely breathe when his zipper was pulled off slowly. Feeling foolish and thoroughly humiliated, he pulled back his other fist.
An irritated hand snapped up and wrapped around his neck. Ichigo instinctively grabbed onto the wrist of the person choking him. He was only a few seconds from blacking out when his throat was released. He fell back wheezing when he realized that he was completely naked. Almost. He still had his boxers on which relieved him slightly.
Grimmjow looked at his flushing and livid prey. Blood pumped furiously to his lower regions. He had been most entertained when the redhead had tried to fight. Even if it was a pitiful attempt. He reached out and hooked the teen's collar, pulling him into a sitting/ slouching position.
"Look at me when I fuck you." Grimmjow purred huskily. Beneath him, Ichigo uttered an involuntary groan and immediately snapped his mouth shut. He started to panic when burning fingers slipped into his boxers, his one remaining piece of clothing left. His face was bright red with a mixture of anger and mortification. All the same, he felt his cock twitch traitorously.
"Please stop…!" He finally said his voice breaking. Ichigo sweated profusely, his chocolate brown eyes imploring.
Grimmjow grinned triumphantly. He was making progress. Without answering, he pulled off the remaining length of the boy's underwear, exposing the swollen member. It hardened more when Grimmjow rubbed against the shaft.
"You look like you're enjoying this." He chuckled at Ichigo's suddenly murderous face. His own hard was throbbing madly, pleading for release. He was glad that the teen was still putting up a fight though. It made things more fun.
Ichigo opened his mouth to snarl but his vision tilted when he was punched in the temple. He grunted when his legs were raised high in the air. Only then did he realize how much trouble he was in. A fiery, raw pain tore through his body and Ichigo let out a strangled scream.
"You'll get used to it," Grimmjow laughed, pushing all the way to the hilt. The tight ring of muscle contracted on his dick instantly and he relished the heat. Letting in to his animal instincts, he sank his teeth into his strawberry's neck. He delightedly licked at the crimson liquid. Before he could completely lose control, he pulled out again to slam back in.
Ichigo gritted his teeth, not from pain this time but pleasure. His hips rocked in motion of the thrusts, another betrayal from his body. He didn't risk complaining though, he didn't think he could open his mouth without screaming.
Another hit. This time, Ichigo saw stars when he bucked his hips. Grimmjow seemed to realize that he hit the right place at drove in at the same angle to hit his prostate.
Locking his eyes on his feast, Grimmjow grabbed his adversary's cock, smearing it with pre-come. Laughing manically as he did so, he pumped with his thrusts. He was close. They both were.
"Tell me who your master is." Grimmjow panted, his thumb rubbed against Ichigo's head insistently. He felt his dick harden and leak in anticipation.
"Fuck you!" Ichigo spewed out through his pain and Grimmjow chuckled harshly.
"That's the spirit." His tone grew callous when he pushed in again into the hot warmth. "Say my name when you come." He tightened his grip on Ichigo's dick until it was unbearable.
"G-Grimmjow…Ngh!" He inhaled when his prostate was hit again, his orange hair matted with sweat. The hold lazed before it became rigid.
Grimmjow forced his way through the tight, dripping hole one last time before coming with a grunt. He grinned fleetingly when he felt Ichigo stiffen when he came after. He pulled out, disappointed at the loss of heat around his now limp cock.
Pushing away from the gasping teen, he flopped down on the floor lazily.
Ichigo tried to get up hastily. His back flared and he fell on the hard floor with a groan and passed out.
Grimmjow turned his head at the unconscious teen lying next to him. For the first time in centuries, he felt his stomach twinge in regret at the mess he made. A second later, he shook his head angrily and stood up.
Leaving Ichigo on the floor, he walked into a separate room where a bed laid. Jumping on to the mattress, he dozed off. He dreamt about a certain Shinigami lying eagle spread on the sands of Hueco Mundo. Bloody. Dead.