Yeah, so this is chapter 4, which I started writing at midnight because I couldn't sleep. I'd like to thank thepaintedring and EienKohaku for giving me some good ideas without realizing it. You guys rock!
It had been about a month since Ichigo had arrived in Los Noches, and he didn't want to leave. Not when Kenichi and Aizen had sex with him almost every night and lavished him with affection. Their ways of showing affection were different, though. Aizen would simply hold him and caress him while murmuring sweet words into his ear. Kenichi, on the other hand, was more forward, kissing and sometimes groping Ichigo.
Not that Ichigo minded. He enjoyed it, actually. And now that his friends and family were here (Aizen sent for them), there was more to do. But the majority of his time was spent with Aizen and Kenichi, and it was those moments he loved the most.
But what Ichigo failed to notice was Grimmjow's jealousy. Grimmjow had been watching Ichigo ever since he came to Hueco Mundo, and it burned him inside to know that he couldn't touch him. It burned him even more to know that while he couldn't touch him, Aizen and Kenichi could. Whenever Grimmjow saw the kid, he had the resist to urge to drag him off somewhere and screw him so hard the kid forgot all about Kenichi and Aizen. But that would just get him in trouble. So he forced himself to resist the urges, the primordial cravings.
However, they wouldn't go away. In fact, they grew stronger. Until one day, he decided that he didn't care about punishment. He wanted the kid and he wanted him now. So he laid out plans and waited.
Ichigo was walking down the corridors, having recently been with Lillinette, who wanted some extra help forcing Starrk to get some work done (Rukia, her usual assistant, was off somewhere). But something felt off. He felt as if somebody were watching him.
He snorted. It was probably just Kenichi, waiting for a chance to jump out and grope him. So Ichigo ignored the sensation and kept walking.
Next thing he knew, a hand clamped over his mouth and he was dragged off to a dimly lit room. The door clicked shut behind him and the hand was removed from his mouth. Ichigo whirled around to face his captor. "What was that for?" He demanded.
His captor turned out to be Grimmjow. "I just wanted to screw ya before I lost my chance." He said with a mocking grin.
Ichigo's insides turned to ice. "What?" He asked, not sure if he had heard correctly.
"I said I want to screw ya." Grimmjow repeated; a malicious glint in his eyes.
Ichigo backed away slowly. "Hang on!" He protested. "Don't I get a say in this?"
"No." Grimmjow growled. "And don't give me any crap about being with Aizen and that Kenichi guy; you're nothing but a toy to them."
"You're lying!" Ichigo said, but he was beginning to doubt. What if Grimmjow was right?"
"No I'm not." Grimmjow snapped. "I know for a fact that Kenichi was getting bored in bed so Aizen suggested adding you. You're nothing but the extra zing to their sex life."
Ichigo felt his heart sink. Part of him wanted so badly for Grimmjow to be wrong, but another part of him kept thinking What if he's right? But Ichigo's mental conflict was cut short by Grimmjow pouncing on him and pinning him to the floor. Ichigo squirmed madly, trying to free himself, but Grimmjow held him in a position where he couldn't move much.
Luckily for Ichigo, the door banged open and he was saved. "GRIMMJOW!" Roared a familiar voice. Kenichi. Ichigo shivered at the murderous intent that laced Kenichi's voice. He had never seen his bed-mate angry. And right now, Kenichi was more than angry, he was furious.
Grimmjow scrambled off Ichigo and backed away as quickly as he could. But not quick enough. Kenichi had his Zanpakuto out so quickly that Ichigo didn't even see him draw it. "Ravage," Kenichi growled out. "Akane-kaze!"
Ichigo watched in awe as wind gathered around the sealed blade and whirled around it. The sword itself changed into an elegant scimitar with a red hilt and blade and a black, crescent-shaped guard. A black tassel hung from the hilt, dancing in the wind that the sword had produced. This was Ichigo's first time seeing Kenichi's Shikai. Sure, they sparred a lot, but they only used Zanjutsu and no enhanced moves.
"Kenichi." Aizen's voice was controlled, but there was still anger evident in it. "Put down Akane-kaze, I will deal with Grimmjow. You need to take care of Ichigo."
Kenichi lowered his sword and sealed it again, but he was still shaking with fury. With a murderous glare in Grimmjow's direction, Kenichi stalked over to Ichigo and grabbed him by the arm, dragging him out of the room. Ichigo let himself be dragged, not wanting to be in the same room with Aizen as he punished Grimmjow.
Kenichi towed Ichigo all the way to their suite, slamming the door shut behind him and pushing Ichigo down onto the bed before pouncing on him and pinning him down. Grimmjow's words about Ichigo being a toy returned to him and Ichigo tried to get away, thrashing wildly against Kenichi.
Kenichi froze, confused by what was going on. Ichigo had never resisted before. "Ichi?" He asked, bewildered. "What's wrong?"
Ichigo glared up at Kenichi, making the older man flinch. "What do you think of me as?" Ichigo demanded.
Kenichi frowned, unsure of what the question meant. "What do you mean?"
"Grimmjow said you only want me because I add more excitement to your sex life." Ichigo growled. "Is that true? Because if it is…"
He was cut off as Kenichi put a finger to Ichigo's lips. "I won't lie to you Ichigo." He said softly. "Originally, yes, you were only something extra. But," he continued. "That's not how it is anymore. We care about you now, me and Sou-kun. You're more than just an extra…you're our cherished third member."
Ichigo was silent, stunned by what Kenichi had said. Kenichi took the opportunity to lean down and kiss him, running his tongue along the seam of Ichigo's lip to ask for permission.
Ichigo gave it, opening his mouth to allow Kenichi's tongue entrance. The skilled tongue explored his mouth, and it was all Ichigo could do not to moan. After a while Kenichi pulled back and began taking off Ichigo's clothes. Ichigo, desperate to see Kenichi's body, began fumbling with his as well, earning a smile from his older companion.
Finally, the clothes were out of the way and the two men could see each other's bodies. Ichigo reached up and ran his hands along the scar on Kenichi's back and Kenichi rubbed his erection against Ichigo, relishing in the moan he produced.
Kenichi brought their lips together again and snaked a hand down to Ichigo's arousal, stroking it slowly. Ichigo moaned and bucked his hips, lost in the heavenly sensations. Kenichi smirked and continued stroking his shaft before licking on his fingers and pushing one in. Ichigo whimpered but tried to relax, and his efforts were rewarded when Kenichi found his prostate and began to hit it over and over, gradually adding more fingers until he had four fingers inside Ichigo. He took them out and Ichigo let out a whine, he felt so empty now.
Kenichi lined up his cock with Ichigo's entrance, but instead of pushing in, he smirked. "Do you want this, Ichi?" He asked.
Ichigo nodded. "Yeah…"
Kenichi's smirk just grew wider. "You'll need to be more specific than that Ichi."
Ichigo whimpered. "You know what I want!" He protested.
"I wanna hear you say it." Kenichi said.
"I…I…" Ichigo began. He swallowed the lump in his throat. "I want you to screw me! Please!"
"You asked so nicely, how could I refuse?" Kenichi purred before pushing his way inside Ichigo. Ichigo whimpered but pain gave way to ecstasy when his prostate was once more hit over and over.
Kenichi increased his pace, now pumping Ichigo's cock vigorously. With a sound that seemed to be a cross between a moan and a shout, Ichigo sprayed his come all over Kenichi's hand. Kenichi moaned as he came too, pulling out of Ichigo and licking come off his hand.
Ichigo lay panting beneath Kenichi, and Kenichi couldn't help but think that he looked absolutely adorable like that, cheeks flushed and legs spread. He smiled as he saw Ichigo nodding off. "Sleep well, Ichi." He said, pressing a kiss to his cheek
Ichigo woke up cleaned off and pressed flush against Kenichi. Dimly he sensed Aizen's Reiatsu and looked over. Sure enough, there he was.
"It seems you had fun without me." Aizen said smoothly, eying Ichigo's naked form. Ichigo blushed.
Kenichi had woken up. "Just a little." He said cheerily. "But now we're awake and you can have your turn, Sou-kun!"
Aizen smirked deviously, and Ichigo groaned inwardly. All he really wanted to do was sleep…
I am so happy that people like this! Thank you for the favorites and the reviews! I will write more, don't worry! (Oh and sorry for not getting to the part where Kenichi's jealous, thepaintedring. I'll do it soon, I promise!) Until then, review but no flaming!