Chapter 4

"Rukia, is Mr. Jeagerjaques married?" Ichigo got over his cold quickly, Grimmjow seeming to make it vanish. Even so, what they did made him wonder about his true motives. What did Grimmjow want from him?

"Why do you ask?" Rukia asked as she finished washing Eiji's hands. It was naptime, the clock reading one in the afternoon. Ichigo was tired himself, having used most of yesterday to go around and do some errands. He got the box of condoms, but he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to do something like that with Grimmjow again.

"Just curious, I overheard someone in the elevator say he was divorced." Rukia got Eiji some paper towels, her face pulled down into a frown.

"They had not divorced yet, but their going through the process." Ichigo frowned, his hand clenching into a fist.

He lied to him.

Ichigo grit his teeth, Rukia laying Eiji down.

"I'm friends with his wife. She's a real nice girl." Ichigo took in a deep breath, looking to Chiharu who had started crying.

"I want my daddy!" She cried, sitting up on her mat. Rukia went to her aid, gently laying her back down and rubbing her back as she shushed her softly.

Ichigo went into the kitchen, getting the bleach and some paper towels. He cleaned the table slowly so it wouldn't make any noise, Ichigo frowning as he thought back to yesterday.

He didn't only lie to him but he used him. Ichigo felt angry at himself for giving in so easily, for indulging himself with a man he hardly knew.

He couldn't have just told him no?

Ichigo grit his teeth as he remembered how easily he let him do those things to him, his hand tightening around the paper towels. He stopped when he realized he had been wiping the same spot, sighing softly in irritation.

He knew avoiding him was pointless, but he had to stand up for himself. Boss or not, he refused to be his toy because he couldn't get any from his wife.

"God, I swear she just cries more everyday." Rukia sat down in a chair, rubbing her temple. Ichigo sighed himself, cleaning the table fully before putting the bleach away. He threw the paper towels away, sitting down next to her. It had been a long day and they were both tired.

"Why are they divorcing?" Ichigo asked, Rukia shrugging. She stretched, resting her head against his shoulder. He let her, his own eyes closing as he exhaled softly.

"He cheated on her. But to be honest, she had been cheating on him a lot longer." Ichigo opened his eyes, staring off into space. The babies had fallen asleep, the usually alive room seeming empty, almost dead.

"They never wanted to be together, they were forced to marry by their parents." Ichigo frowned, looking to the side.

Could he really be mad at him if that was the case?

"They didn't even have sex, the entire time they were married. Mr. Jeagerjaques was gay and Harribel didn't want to make him do something that he wasn't comfortable with."

Ichigo was wondering why Grimmjow felt no guilt in doing those things. Even so though, he had lied to him.

Ichigo stood when he looked to the clock, the time having passed by quickly. He wasn't paid for overtime so he didn't feel like staying, going to the office.

He couldn't hold much anger against him, but even so he wanted to find a reason to.

"He has a boyfriend, did you know that?" Ichigo stopped a few feet from the door, his eyes narrowing.

After it all, he was just a booty call.

"I expected as much. Rich men have straying hands." Ichigo left with a frown on his face, his eyebrows knitted together tightly. Grimmjow was nothing but a low piece of unwanted, shit faced, scumbag. Ichigo looked down to the floor, pressing the button for the elevator.

He had a boyfriend all this time, but even so he tried to pursue him.

Renji was right.

He had to be more careful.

"Ichigo."

Ichigo looked up sharply, his eyes narrowing when he saw Grimmjow. He walked into the elevator, keeping his eyes on the floor. Grimmjow didn't get off, Ichigo knowing he had only came to see him.

He was in no mood.

"I would find it appreciative if you didn't touch me anymore." Ichigo pressed the button for the first floor, not wanting to be stuck in the garage with him. He already knew where it would end up.

He felt Grimmjow's eyes on him, his body burning under his gaze.

"Oh really now?" Ichigo gasped when he grabbed his arm, his body pulled flush against his own. Grimmjow grabbed his chin, Ichigo gasping when he kissed him. He pulled away with a gasp, Grimmjow pinning him against the wall.

"Stop!" Ichigo gasped, Grimmjow kissing him again. Ichigo pushed him away, gasping as he glared at him.

"Don't touch me."

Grimmjow frowned in confusion, the elevator dinging. Ichigo fixed his clothes, the doors opening.

"Goodbye Mr. Jeagerjaques."

Ichigo walked out the elevator, leaving Grimmjow behind.

:::+:::

Ichigo grunted when he picked up the bag of rice, putting it on the table. Renji was fixing some meat, the two actually able to have friend time for once. Renji was always working and Ichigo was always running errands. They had made a deal before they became roommate's.

Ichigo, due to the fact he got paid more, paid off the bills, and they split rent. Renji bought the food and other bare necessities.

Ichigo sighed, wondering why he had to do all of the hard things. He picked up a cup, cutting open the bag. The rice poured into the cup, Ichigo closing it with his hand when the cup was full.

"Why do you buy such big bags of rice?" Ichigo asked, Renji flipping him off.

"So we don't run out, baka!"

Ichigo chuckled, putting the bag away. They cooked in silence for a long while. Ichigo liked when they had times like this. They just seemed to know what to do, not once bumping into each other. When it was all done, they sat down together.

Ichigo mixed some rice with egg, eating it with some fish. He was eating happily, but he realized that Renji wasn't eating.

"What's wrong?" He asked, Renji looking down to his food.

"I did laundry yesterday." Ichigo wondered what he had found, Renji looking to him.

"Did your boss come over?" Ichigo paled. He swallowed thickly, looking away as his cheeks burned.

"I found semen all over the sheets. I guessed you could not have done that alone." Ichigo looked back to him, holding onto his bowl tighter.

"He came over. I swear though, it won't happen again." Renji sighed, putting down his bowl he had yet to touch.

"Ichigo I'm not your lover, you can fuck whoever you want. I just worry."

Ichigo looked away, leaning back in his seat. He had never been careless, always fearing the worst. He knew why Renji worried though, the memory almost as clear as day.

He wasn't as naive as before though, he could protect himself.

"If you decide to be with him, I won't say a word. But, be careful." Ichigo nodded, Renji standing up when there was a knock on the door. Ichigo stopped eating and left to his room. He laid down, about to go to sleep when he heard a very familiar voice.

He closed his eyes.

...

"Is Ichigo here?" Ichigo walked out his room and looked to Renji who raised an eyebrow, Ichigo swallowing thickly. Renji looked to him, Ichigo looking away.

Ichigo sighed, walking to the door and looking to Grimmjow who stood there.

"Renji, I'll be right back." Ichigo exited his apartment, closing the door behind him.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, Grimmjow raising an eyebrow.

"I'm your boyfriend," he told him flatly, Ichigo frowning. He looked down the hallway, smiling to the old lady who walked past them. She ignored him.

"Follow me." Ichigo walked back into his apartment, Renji looking to them. Ichigo ignored his stare, taking Grimmjow to his room. Ichigo closed the door, going over to his closet.

"Who's the red head?" Grimmjow asked, Ichigo moving the books and grabbing the box. He opened it to make sure the necklace was still in it, closing it before handing it to Grimmjow.

Grimmjow frowned in confusion, Ichigo crossing his arms over his chest.

"I'm not your boyfriend." Grimmjow looked to him, Ichigo deciding to tell him the small detail he was told today.

"I'm not going to be your booty call, Grimmjow. I won't be your latest toy when you get tired of the old one." Grimmjow narrowed his eyes, Ichigo narrowing his own.

"A little birdy told me I wasn't your only boyfriend." Grimmjow raised an eyebrow, Ichigo waiting for him to speak up.

"Is this all this is about?" Ichigo frowned, becoming outraged. All this stuff wasn't something he threw over his shoulder, it wasn't something any person should take lightly.

"You're a disappointment." Grimmjow smirked, putting the box on his dresser.

"I have many friends that are boys." Ichigo growled, tired of being lied to and mocked. He turned away from him, a hand suddenly going over his mouth. He yelped, but it was muffled by his hand, Grimmjow licking his neck.

"Nobody knows I'm going out with you, Ichigo. When someone says I have a boyfriend, who do you think they meant?"

Ichigo didn't want to believe him, his breath hitching when he licked his neck.

"Let all your worries dissipate Ichigo. Enjoy what I give you." Ichigo felt his hand slip up his shirt, his eyes fluttering closed.

"Let my affections overflow and fill you till you forget about everything else."

Ichigo opened his eyes, moving quickly out of his embrace. He panted softly, his pants feeling to tight. He wouldn't succumb to him though, not again.

"I'm not your booty call, Grimmjow." Ichigo felt weak when he stared at him, remembering the pleasure he gave him.

"I don't have to call, you come to me." Ichigo was outraged, throwing a fist. Grimmjow easily caught it, Ichigo gasping when he turned him so his back was against his chest. He held onto his wrist, Ichigo gritting his teeth when he grabbed his chin.

"A booty call, Ichigo, actually gives." Ichigo growled, Grimmjow sliding his hand down. Ichigo started to struggle when he slipped his hand into the back of his pants, Grimmjow touching his hole.

"You're wet, do you enjoy this?" Ichigo gasped when he slid a finger inside, Grimmjow kissing his neck.

"I told you to enjoy what I am going to give you, how about we start with this?" Ichigo arched when he slipped his finger deeper, trying to block out the pleasure. He couldn't though, a soft moan escaping his throat.

Ichigo was shaking when he let go of his hand, his hand leaving his pants. Grimmjow licked a trail up his neck as his fingers worked quickly on his pants, Ichigo feeling light headed when they fell to the floor.

Grimmjow grabbed his shirt, Ichigo raising his arms. Grimmjow took it off, Ichigo letting his head tilt back when he slid his hands up his chest. Grimmjow pressed his clothed groin against his ass, Ichigo groaning when he slid his hands up to his nipples.

"Remember when you changed in my car?" Grimmjow whispered into his ear, Ichigo nodding his head.

"I watched everything, I almost decided to fuck you in the car." Ichigo grinded back against him, Grimmjow groaning heavily in his ear. Ichigo had hoped he watched him, Grimmjow kissing his shoulder.

"You ready?" He whispered, Ichigo nodding his head. Grimmjow put him on the bed on all fours, Ichigo looking to him when he started to take off his clothes.

He got enough of his brain back to get a condom from under his bed, Grimmjow taking it without question. Ichigo stretched out, Grimmjow putting on the condom before getting on the bed.

"Grab the bed frame." Ichigo did, panting in anticipation.

"Spread your legs more." Ichigo did, feeling Grimmjow's hand slide over his ass. He gave it a hard slap, Ichigo arching with a moan.

"Why did you believe what others said?" He questioned, Ichigo arching when he slapped his ass again.

"I won't again," he whispered with a shiver, Grimmjow grunting softly.

He looked over his shoulder when Grimmjow told him to, his eyes widening when he saw he had handcuffs.

"Sit in my lap." Ichigo did, feeling his member press between his cheeks. It wouldn't go in though, Ichigo tortured with his heat.

"You won't push me away again, am I understood?" Grimmjow growled in his ear as he handcuffed his wrists, Ichigo nodding.

"Yes..."

Grimmjow moved him against the bed frame again, Ichigo looking down when he touched his member with something cold.

A cock ring?

"Please no," Ichigo moaned in distress, Grimmjow pressing against him. Ichigo bit his bottom lip when he kissed his shoulder, his cock against his back.

"You forgot who was in charge, Strawberry." Ichigo gasped when he pushed into his body with little warning, his body protesting.

"Gentle," Ichigo gasped, Grimmjow grinding inside him. That lessened the ache, Ichigo gasping when he pressed against his sweet spot.

His hand covered his eyes, Ichigo panting when he leaned that much closer.

"It's hot in here." Ichigo blushed, gasping when he pulled out before thrusting back inside. Ichigo felt sweat slide down his back, Grimmjow's tongue lapping it up.

"Don't make a sound, or I'll stop." Ichigo nodded, biting his bottom lip. Grimmjow was so big inside him, Ichigo drooling as he moved slowly in him at first. He wanted to claw at him, wanted to feel him drill deep and hard.

Grimmjow seemed to read his mind, Ichigo holding back a grunt when he sped up his thrusts, Ichigo pushing back against him the best he could.

"Do you want me to stop?" Grimmjow whispered into his ear, Ichigo shaking his head. He arched when he bit down on his neck, tasting blood in his mouth when he bit his tongue too hard as he tried to silence himself.

"I only want this Ichigo." Ichigo whimpered when he pinched his nipple.

Grimmjow stopped, Ichigo gasping when he pulled out.

"What did I say?" Ichigo felt cold, shaking his ass for him to come back.

"Please," he whispered, Grimmjow pressing a finger to his hole.

"Only this."

Ichigo bit his lip when he pushed it inside, Grimmjow instead fucking him with his fingers.

Ichigo came with a moan only for it to be stopped, the act repeated three times before he just couldn't take it anymore.

"Grimmjow please!" He was crying, Grimmjow slowly removing the four fingers he had managed to fit in.

Ichigo gasped when he was laid down on his back, Grimmjow laying over him. He took off his cock ring, Ichigo moaning when he kissed him. Grimmjow spread his legs, Ichigo gasping when he thrusted into him.

He opened his eyes, finding himself alone and sweating in his bed.

Ichigo felt a tingling sensation all over, curling into a ball.

It was just a dream.

He was nothing but his toy, why did Ichigo want him so much?