Chapter 4

Ichigo shivered when he first woke up, feeling something cold on his thighs. He didn't want to get up though, his lower back hurting as if someone had put a needle between one of the vertebrae in his spine. He was uncomfortable even though he laid on his side, opening his eyes sluggishly. The sun shined but since he faced away from it, it hurt considerably less. He blinked, looking around the room he vaguely realized wasn't his own. A frown pulled at his lips. He knew now why he was in pain. Images flashed in his mind, his chest and head hurting as he thought back to the events of yesterday night, fisting his hand in the sheets. He couldn't believe himself. He felt to calm as he sat up, wincing with a hiss when his back protested, his arms shaking as he tried to keep himself up. He felt sick. He punched the sheets, growling. He fucken gave in! He lost to him just because of pleasure!

"You shouldn't move so much. It had been you're first time, had it not?" Ichigo's eyes snapped to the relaxed form of Grimmjow, his eyes watching him contently as he leaned against the door's frame. Ichigo snarled at him, his claws extending. He was going to kill him nice and slow, let his blood stain the sheets and hear him pitifully gasp for breath like any useless human. Grimmjow smirked.

"You enjoyed it so well last night. How responsive you were," Grimmjow reminded him, Ichigo snarling as he got up to his knees, the blanket barely covering his lower regions as he raised his hand, cracking his knuckles with a snarl.

"I though you're kind became submissive after being claimed," Grimmjow teased, Ichigo baring his fangs as his ears laid flat against his head.

"I wouldn't submit to you're kind! I'd rather be burned at the stake!" Ichigo spat, Grimmjow grinning as he walked fully into the room and to the bed, Ichigo growling at him in warning.

"Really?" Grimmjow asked in a purr, Ichigo ducking when he reached for his hair, punching him in the stomach before leaping, tackling him to the floor. It hurt when he straddled him but he could care less as he wrapped his hand around his neck, his claws pressing lightly against his neck, threatening to sink deeper and tear out his throat. He was too angry at himself and Grimmjow to let anything be repeated. Grimmjow met his eyes, his grin slowly falling.

"I am not letting you degrade me again, you insufferable human," Ichigo snarled, pressing his claws just that much more, Grimmjow taking in a sharp breath.

"You love to sink your claws into me, don't you Ichigo?" Grimmjow asked, not bringing up the events of last night with his claws so close to tearing his throat out. He was not stupid enough to provoke a neko in this state. Tamed or not, they were still very viscous when pushed too far.

"Shut up," Ichigo hissed, Grimmjow taking in a sharp breath when his claws broke through his skin, feeling his blood trail down skin. Any deeper and he wouldn't have a chance to fight back. He took a chance, lifting his leg and pressing it against his groin, Ichigo's death grip loosening enough that his claws weren't sunken into his flesh, Grimmjow pushing him off him, Ichigo standing up and stumbling back, bending over slightly as he hissed.

Grimmjow touched a finger to one of the punctures on his neck, flinching before letting his hand fall back to his side. He grinned, chuckling as he looked up to Ichigo, picking up the rope he had thrown last night, Ichigo snarling as he backed up a step. Grimmjow grinned wider, looking animalistic.

"You should have murdered me when you had the chance."

Ichigo writhed, tugging on the rope that held his wrists to the bed frame with a whimper, Grimmjow's finger's digging into his hips as he bobbed his head.

"Ah!" Ichigo moaned, digging the heel of his feet into the bed as he bucked into his mouth. Grimmjow pulled away, his eyes burning with humor and lust, running his tongue up his shaft. Ichigo groaned when he began to tongue his slit, his eyes closing as he growled.

"You seem pretty willing now," Grimmjow teased as he lifted himself, Ichigo watching him with wide fearing eyes as he crawled up his body, slinking between his thighs. He turned his head away when he tried to kiss him, shivering when instead he ran his tongue up his jugular vein.

"I will never be willing to the likes of you," Ichigo gasped, arching with a cry when he inserted a finger into him, shaking as his nipples hardened.

"Oh yes you are, all you need is something in you and you become a willing slut," Grimmjow husked against his neck, Ichigo hissing when he swirled it around, his insides still very much tender.

"Let's see how eager you really are," Grimmjow whispered, rising up onto his knees. Ichigo shook his head frantically, on the verge of begging. But he refused to beg to a human. He would sooner have his throat slit.

When Grimmjow's cell rang and his eyes turned to it, Ichigo was prepared to pray to the gods for giving him such a distraction as a blessing, falling limply onto the sheets, panting as Grimmjow got off the bed to get his phone from his pants pocket.

Grimmjow answered the phone, frowning before leaving the room, Ichigo waiting till he closed the door to begin trying to get himself free. He could probably lock himself in the bathroom and wait till Grimmjow just gave up. He pulled on the rope, his claws extending even though they could do little for him in this situation. He was about to get his first hand free when Grimmjow entered the room, his frown of displeasure turning into a grin when he saw what Ichigo had been up to.

"I don't see why you try so hard, you will never be able to hold in for long," Grimmjow chuckled, Ichigo snarling.

"Yew I will!

Grimmjow shook his head, walking fully into the room before closing the door behind him.

"No, you won't."

"Would you mind repeating that?" Nnoitra picked up a young neko girl by her short black hair, her one none swollen grey eye holding deadly intent.

"She tried to escape, so Aizen asks you punish her," Nnoitra repeated, Grimmjow frowning as clenched his jaw. Damn Aizen, always making him do all the dirty work. He stood up from his chair with a sigh, the young neko flinching when he ran his nails down his desk, the screeching noise it caused hurtful to any neko's ears. He was surprised she didn't begin to cry pitifully like the others.

He stood in front of her, her nose scrunching once she got a whiff of him. He couldn't smell as good as them, but he was very much sure he smelled of sex and blood, and after Ichigo marked him when he bit his shoulder earlier, though he doubted he had realized he had, he must smell almost overpoweringly of him. Good, let her smell the shame of a fallen one of her kind.

"A woman's face shouldn't be ruined till the beauty beneath is near unrecognizable ," he tsked, hooking a finger under her chin and lifting her gaze, running a finger under her swollen eye, the girl wincing.

"What's you're name?" Grimmjow asked, knowing it might be a tad hard for her to talk with the busted lip she sported. Aizen had not been pleased.

"Rukia," she rasped, Grimmjow nodding his head, releasing her.

"I normally do not strike women, but since I am getting paid for this..."

The girl grunted, Nnoitra holding her up so she wouldn't fall back when Grimmjow punched her in the stomach, her eyes watering from the pain.

"You see, if neko's ran around wild," Grimmjow started, punching her again in the stomach, hearing one of her rib's crack, putting a hand over her mouth when she screamed.

"No, shsh," Grimmjow hushed her, the girl sobbing into his hand.

"If we let you run wild, what would happen? Other neko's would attempt the same thing. Now we don't want that, do we?" he asked her quietly, Rukia shaking her head, closing her eye with a sob.

Grimmjow pulled his hand away from her mouth, pulling out a gun from his back pocket, the girl tensing when he clicked off the safety.

"You're struggle ends here."

Ichigo's ear twitched when he heard a faint noise, turning in the bath as he looked to door. Like usual it was locked, but even so, Ichigo knew Grimmjow was not afraid to knock it down. He just sat there for a moment, holding his breath as he stared at the door, any minute expecting the knob to be turned. After five minutes and nothing happened Ichigo relaxed, slinking back into the water. He had already washed up, so now he was just sitting in his own filth, the water cool against his body. He didn't care though, not wanting to get out in fear Grimmjow tried to jump him again. He seemed addicted to his body ever since they had sex for the first time which had been a week ago, Ichigo's body learning to adjust to his absurd hunger, even though he was never going to get used to it. He didn't want too.

He knew most neko's would have learned to accept their mates by now, but Ichigo could never see himself doing so. He didn't want him, even though yes he reacted to his touch, a fact Ichigo had learned to accept, but that didn't mean he wanted to accept his fate. He liked the sex once it came down to it, but seeing himself submit seemed so hard that each time he fought and fought till he couldn't no more. Ichigo sighed, running a hand down his face. He just didn't know anymore.

He sat up when he felt a sharp pain in his gut, the water sloshing over the edge onto the floor loudly as he held his stomach, staring wide eyes at his reflection in the water.

No.

Grimmjow looked up from the gun he was cleaning, his shoulder throbbing lightly where Ichigo had marked him, the feeling reminding him of Ichigo's ass as he squeezed rhythmically around him, a smirk pulling at his lips. He stood up from his bed, leaving his equipment there before removing his shirt, his entire torso and neck covered in gauge. He touched a finger to the mark on his shoulder, bringing it away, rubbing the blood on his fingers. Ichigo was ready. Grimmjow sat back down, grinning to himself. He'll let Ichigo experience the pain of not him being there for just a tad longer. After all, he proclaimed he didn't want it, didn't he?

Ichigo curled into a ball sitting in the tub as he tried not to yell, shivering in pleasurable agony. It hurt but felt so good, his hand twitching as he laid back against the tub, spreading his legs. He didn't want to, but to make it hurt less he knew he had to relieve himself, and he wasn't going to Grimmjow for this. He swallowed, reaching beneath the water. It was cold now but it was not enough to make it go away or make him feel any less hot, gasping when he began to stroke himself. He put a hand to his mouth, gasping as he stroked faster, his cheeks burning a dark red. He looked away from what he was doing, closing his eyes as he panted shakily, already on the verge of cumming. He pulled his hand away, not even sure he could do this himself. It felt so good he was distracted but the pain always brought him back to thinking of going to Grimmjow and asking for help. He stood up, stepping out the tub, feeling hot as he fell to his knees. He panted, his eyes drooped as he put his chest to the cold tile, his hair falling over his face as he reached behind himself.

Grimmjow put the last piece of his gun back in place, reloading it before putting it on the bed. He felt enough time had passed, the mark throbbing till it was near painful now. Ichigo must be suffering by now. He stood up, leaving the gun on the bed, taking off the gauge on his neck, the wounds from earlier already healed, only tiny scars. There was an upside of being a neko's mate. He took the gauge off his torso, letting the bandage fall to the floor, a slow grin splitting his face. He was going to enjoy this.

Ichigo whimpered, sinking his fingers deeper into himself as he tried to touch that sweet spot inside him, his other hand wrapped tightly around himself, moving fast. He had already came twice onto the tile but it never got better, his body only becoming hotter no matter how deep he searched or how hard he stroked. The pleasure was quickly starting to become too painful for him to bare, tears falling down his cheeks as he sobbed. When the door opened he hadn't been expecting it, knowing he had locked it, looking over to see who had managed to enter. When he saw Grimmjow he stopped everything, panting as he pulled away from himself and sat up, looking to him with wide eyes as he scooted back.

"You shouldn't be so stubborn, it will only hurt you more," Grimmjow tsked as he walked into the bathroom, Ichigo flinching as he spread his legs. He really didn't want to but he couldn't take it anymore, whining for Grimmjow to just touch him and make it stop.

"Oh it must hurt so bad," Grimmjow chuckled as he kneeled in front of him, Ichigo lying back on the tile, slipping his hand down his chest with a whimper, raising his hips to draw Grimmjow closer. He felt ridiculous.

Grimmjow unzipped his pants, pulling out his hard cock, Ichigo feeling shameful as he watched it bob as he crawled towards him. He wanted him, inside him right now. Ichigo purred when Grimmjow slid his tongue up his stomach, flicking it into his belly button, Ichigo releasing a moan as he slid his hand into his hair, careful of his claws that chose that moment to extend. He arched as Grimmjow's tongue slid up his chest, flicking a nipple.

"Spread your legs wider," Grimmjow husked against his nipple, the little nub tightening as his warm breath wafted over it, Ichigo whimpering as he spread his legs wider, spreading his cheeks, exposing the puckered rose of his anus, Grimmjow smirking as he licked his neck, grabbing his cock. Without lube this was going to most likely hurt him, but in this state, Grimmjow didn't believe Ichigo actually cared. He pushed past his tight ring of muscles, the thick head popping in, immediately soothed by Ichigo's hot insides. Ichigo gasped, letting go of one ass cheek before wrapping his arm loosely around Grimmjow's neck, arching with a cry as he slid deeper.

"Grimmjow! Oh god!" Ichigo gasped when he pulled out some then thrusted back in, never fully sheathing himself. Ichigo wanted to claw at his flesh but refrained from doing so, not wanting to make him lose too much blood than be unable to continue having sex. Ichigo grunted as he slid up on the floor with each thrust, looking down to where he and Grimmjow connected, seeing how his body so eagerly clung to him, feeling slightly embarrassed. But that was wiped away when his prostate was touched, closing his eyes tight as he arched.

He felt too hot, to good, and in so much pain, clawing at the tile and creating a screeching noise that hurt his ears, Grimmjow wincing as he thrust brutally, Ichigo pushing him off him. Grimmjow landed on the tile with a grunt, glaring at ichigo. But his glare was wiped away when Ichigo crawled up onto his body, sitting up and straddling, moaning sweetly as he ran his hands down his chest. Grimmjow gulped, staring at the display with unbelieving eyes. If this was how a neko acted when in heat, he hoped it would never end.

"I want you inside me," Ichigo moaned, lifting himself as he bit his lip, spreading his cheeks as he impaled himself on Grimmjow's cock, groaning as the head of his cock touched his prostate. Grimmjow grit his teeth as he put his hands on Ichigo's waist as he rose and fell, his head falling back onto the tile as he groaned.

"I feel so hot," Ichigo purred as his head fell back, his claws lightly pressing against Grimmjow's chest as he rose and fell faster, Grimmjow grunting every time his ass touched his hips, beginning to buck his hips as he he pulled him down and harder and pushed him up higher.

"Grimm I'm gonna... I," Ichigo moaned, shaking his head frantically as he stilled against him, throwing his head back with a cry as he came. Grimmjow looked up to him. Ichigo's hair was just beginning to dry, droplets of water mixing with sweat, his chest arched, his ribs slightly protruding from beneath his skin, his neck seeming appetizing as he exposed it. He was the visage of sex, and that only drove Grimmjow to hunger for more.

He lifted Ichigo, his cock freed with a pop, his cock still insufferably hard. He stood up, Ichigo held in his arms as he kicked off his pants, both of them plainly naked as Grimmjow walked to Ichigo's room, Ichigo writhing weakly, heat radiating from his skin like he was a furnace.

"Inside," he whimpered, Grimmjow grinning as he kicked open the door, careful not to hit Ichigo's head as he walked in, throwing him onto the bed. ichigo landed in a crouched position, his claws digging into the blanket as he hissed.

"Shut up," Grimmjow ordered with a grin, walking up to the bed, Ichigo lying on his back as he spread his legs, also spreading his ass cheeks if Grimmjow didn't get what he wanted. Grimmjow chuckled, grabbing his hip as he pushed into him, ichigo mewling as he tore at the sheets when he thrusted hard.

"Harder!" Ichigo whined, Grimmjow grinning broadly as he pulled him down every time he thrusted in, drawing loud mewls and moans from his throat. However long this lasted, he was going to enjoy every minute of it.

Author's note: I write about too much sex lol, it should die down a little in the next chapter though...hopefully. Grimmjow and his crap need to be seen more now that Ichigo is finally his willing lover. Kind of. He still hates him. But sex is sex.