Hey guys! I'm writing this early because I got reviews and it made me feel happy and motivated! This chapter is looking citrusy. Really acidic as well, much more so than the last one. I'd say the last chapter was more of a lime chapter, but this one appears to resemble a lemon... Hope you like. :D I tried hard, so it'd be a pity if you didn't.

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Disclaimer: Hm... I guess someone could write a fanfic for their own works, but that'd be kinda weird... So no, I am not the creator of Bleach and therefore have no claims set on it. Clearly Hichigo would be much more of a major character if I did. Again, idea belongs to Animefreak646, K? Onward to the story!

Finally, the chapter!

Chapter 4: Tortured

Shiro was irritated, pacing back and forth in the room his King called "home." His kitten simply glared up at him, not bothering to ask what was upsetting him. If he wasn't going to ask then Shiro would simply have to tell him. "X equals the opposite of b plus or minus the square root of b squared minus four ac all over two a!"

"What?" Even though Grimmjow had promised himself that he wouldn't give this bastard any satisfaction of his verbal responses, he simply had to respond to that. What the heck was the hollow saying?

"That's what I said! Can you imagine sitting there, just waiting for the end of the day, yearning for it and all you hear is some stupid quadratic equation being repeated over and over again all the long day? Stupid King couldn't even memorize it! I got it the first time, but him, no. He had to be slow! I even offered to tell him it during the test so he wouldn't have to think so much about it before school and do you know what he called me? Unreliable! I hate that that stupid son of a gun!"

"You and me both then."

It was a rather petty thing to be so upset about, but how could Shiro not? He was going to go insane if he had to sit inside his sideways prison any longer. He had frustration that had been building up all day and he needed to take it out. It was nice having a toy that he could play with, if only he could play with him whenever he wanted...

Grimmjow feared what his captor was thinking. He was currently staring at him with a frightening look in his eyes that could only be described as lecherous. It was very frightening indeed.

"At least I had something to look forward to. As did you, my kitten. Don't think I've forgotten how naughty you were Yesterday. You should know that disobedience does not go without punishment." He stalked towards his Grimmy-cat who was inching towards the wall, knowing better than to run, but not wanting to accept what was going to happen to him. "Are you afraid, Grimmy?" Shiro asked, taunting his pet.

Grimmjow thought of possible responses. If someone had asked him that just last week they would have lost their head and had they addressed him "Grimmy" he'd have them tortured for weeks. What made now any different? Oh yeah, he was powerless. Still, why was he allowing this annoying prick to get the satisfaction of seeing him in some extent, submissive? What he said in response was definitely not the smartest thing to say. In fact, it was probably the worst thing to say, for the words that passed through his bared teeth would lead to his own demise. "Do your worst."

Of course Grimmjow realized after the fact that he probably shouldn't have said that and saved himself some pain and possibly even some pride, but his personality was just like that. He was a fighter and would be till the end.

"Oh, I will. Just remember, you asked for it kitten." Shiro smirked down at the form on the bed. His words had been fearless, but his eyes showed his true emotions. Fear was in their depths. The icy blue pools hid many feelings. Defiance, shame, sadness and pain. The one that interested the Ichigo's hollow the most was the saddening look; what did it mean? Perhaps it was because he was about to be raped? There seemed to be something deeper. Shirosaki didn't ponder it for long, whatever was wrong with his pet didn't matter to him.

He had played and replayed this moment over in his head, trying to decide what the best approach would be, what would have a more lasting affect, and what would allow him to get the most out of the experience. Only when the opportunity had come for him to decide what he wanted to do did the answer become obvious. Instincts. Use them.

Shiro grabbed Grimmjow's ankles and pulled him out of his sitting position, from the wall onto the flat of his back on the bed. He strattled his captive, knowing that he was going to enjoy the experience when his kitty shuttered beneath him. Yes, this was going to be good.

First he stole his pet's lips, abusing them as his own crashed harshly upon them.

It was obvious that Grimmjow was having an inner struggle. His mind telling him one thing, his body telling him another. He desperately tried to block out what was happening to him, but he exceeded to no avail. He felt his body taking the abuse and liking it. He felt himself in pain and having the feeling that he was going to be sick. He felt weak. Useless. He couldn't even fight back. All he could do to try to save his pride as much as he could was try not to moan or gasp. Try to keep all the sounds inside, trying not to let them pass through his bruised, bloody lips. Even this he couldn't do.

It took him a few seconds to realize that the loud rip he had just heard was his pants. That was not good. Not good at all. The weight of the situation only then crashed down on him. He was sore and without any of his reiatsu, laying on his enemy's bed, unable to escape and about to get raped. Why him? Why did he have to be so good looking? Never before did he think his alluring features would be a curse rather than a blessing. Yet there he was with a maniac who had made sure his intent was very clear.

"I see you're liking this, kitten. It's suppose to be you punishment. No matter, I'll punish you in other ways later, ways that will not be this enjoyable."

Enjoyable? Enjoyable? How on Earth was this enjoyable? It was friggin' torture, that's what. Not any enjoyment on Grimmjow's part. He felt like he was going insane! Just because his body was messed up, as was any other guy's, did not mean that he was enjoying the experience! Yeah, he was going to go and put it on his top ten favorite experiences list. 'Hey, what's your favorite experience?' 'Oh, that one time that I was raped by my enemy's hollow. It was fantastic.' Like Hell!

Wait. Did he just say that he'd punish me in ways less enjoyable later? He was planning on just keeping him like some sort of dog on a leash forever? Or till when? When he got bored and decided that he just wasn't any fun anymore? Surely Aizen would send someone to look for him? No. Why would he do that? Grimmjow knew that he was the least respectful to the arrancar king. 'Course he didn't regret it one bit. Why would he want to follow a shinigami? Sure, he had made him stronger and for that he was thankful, but he had also taken his place as king of the hollows. That was unacceptable!

Yes, it was thoughts like this that always got him into trouble. Grimmjow was forced to focus his anger elsewhere when he realized that Shiro had removed his own pants now. This was not looking good for him. How had it come to this? Grimmjow closed his eyes, afraid of what was to come.

"Scream for me, Grimm-kitty," Shiro whispered into his pet's ear. With that he flipped him over so he could have easy access. Grimmjow tried to struggle, but he was completely out of energy. There was no getting out of what was to come. When he felt pressure at his entrance he tensed, was this really happening? When an unwanted object violated him and every fiber in his being burned in pain he knew that it was. The pain was unlike any other that Grimmjow had felt before. Sure he'd swung that way a few times, but never before was he the uke. The force with each thrust caused an unbearable pain to shoot through him, making him feel like he was on fire. He didn't think he'd survive. And this was just the beginning?

Grimmjow's mind became a place occupied by two feelings. Pain and pleasure. They were fighting for dominance and left him with a sickening middle feeling. He tried to think about which he would rather have win, doing anything to get his mind off of what was happening to him and how he kept making sounds that he would never normally make, sounds for weaklings. Sounds that he had made fun of others for making. He decided that it would be best it he was not in this situation. If the pain won then he was certain he die. If the pleasure won... Well, that would certainly destroy him. It would eat him from the inside out. But if neither won and he was left with this terrible half pain half pleasure feeling... he was positive that he'd go insane.

Shiro was enjoying every moment of this. It was just what he needed. Why he hadn't thought of it earlier, he didn't know. He was engulfed in his own pleasure. His own satisfaction. But his satisfaction wasn't get at it's peak. Grimmjow hadn't screamed yet. He hadn't cried out the name of his master. This simply made Shirosaki more excited. He loved a good challenge. No way in Hell he was going to let go of his new found treasure. He wanted to keep him forever. He was so much fun!

Grimmjow moaned underneath Shiro. So that's how it was. Pleasure won. What did that mean again? Oh yeah, he'd be eaten from the inside out. Hopefully not literally. He felt his cock pulsing, why did he have to be affected this way? It was wrong. It was disgusting. Sickening. He was getting closer and closer to the edge and he didn't think he could take it much longer. Gosh, he was going to die if this lasted any longer.

Shiro knew that he was going to come soon, he also knew that his pet was probably close as well. "Scream my name kitten, scream to the world who your master is!" It was hard to get out and he was certain that most of his words were barely even considered English, but his kitten had understood. He tried to protest, but simply moaned instead. With one last thrust, Shirosaki came and as did Grimmjow. Synchronized, how amusing. To Shiro's dismay the espada didn't shout his name out for the universe to hear. He hardly even screamed. Playing tough, ey? Well then, let's play...

Grimmjow was panting heavily, covered in substances he's much rather not think about. His arse throbbed when Shiro pulled out and sudden lack of thick cock made his feel anxious. As if he was empty. What was wrong with him? He should be thanking the heavens that it was finally over. But he could not. He tortured beyond belief. He had screamed despite all his will not to. He was weak. He was nothing. He felt pure hatred burn within his chest. How dare that hollow make him feel this way? He didn't have much time to think about it his anger, though. He felt many familiar reiatsu's near by as darkness began to edge at his vision. Finally they were coming for him...

Yeah, I'm evil. Sorry. Also, sorry about the shortness. It just seemed like the right place to end and I'm totally tapped out. I meant to end the chapter with Ulquiorra, in fact I'm so tempted to write it right now, but alas, I will not. I hope that that satisfied you guys to some extent. The next chapter is going to be interesting, feel free to make predictions and requests as they are always appreciated. Reviews inspire me to update sooner! That chapter was much too hard to write, but I managed it just for you guys. So hard. I hope it turned out alright. Thanks for reading my story! Until next time!

Starkit

-Here is where it turns it begins to morph into the alternate ending of "The Unfortunate Closet Mishap". Hope you guys like it. Predictions are welcome.