Chapter 7

Author's note: The long awaited GrimmIchi moment you guys have been waiting for, though maybe not in a way you guys expected.

Don't do it. Ichigo warned himself.

He looked over the edge of his window, his ears falling back against his head.

"Come on," Grimmjow whispered loudly, Ichigo looking down to him.

Too late.

He jumped, his paws extended far in front of him, his lithe cat body twisting, the air rushing against his fur and loud in his ears as gravity pulled him down.

His paws touched the ground.

He shivered, his body encased in a puff of smoke, Ichigo walking out with a frown.

"Wasn't so hard, was it?" Grimmjow asked with a smirk, Ichigo looking back to his home worriedly.

What was he doing?

He looked down to the grass, kicking a sunflower that was pressing against the front of his shoe.

"Come on Ichigo, this was going to happen one day," Grimmjow tried to comfort his frayed nerves as they walked to his car, Ichigo feeling a sinking feeling in his stomach.

Why did he feel like he was going to regret this?

The drive was a long one, Ichigo bouncing his leg the entire time, his favorite song by Hollow Hearts blasting, the music only adding to his frayed nerves till he was biting his nails.

He didn't know if it was from fear or excitement but Grimmjow noticed, touching one of his hands to his. Ichigo was shocked at first but gave him a small smile.

It was comfort he needed. Grimmjow gave him a wide smile before returning his hand to the wheel, a glint in his eyes. Ichigo failed to see it though.

Ichigo was nearly jumping in his seat when they got to the parking lot of the large stadium where the concert was to be held, unbuckling when Grimmjow parked and took the keys out of the ignition, the car's low purr dying away.

"You ready?" Grimmjow asked, Ichigo nodding before opening his door. He looked back when Grimmjow grabbed his hand, frowning as he looked to him.

"Stay close to me alright? It's easy to get lost in there," he told him, Ichigo nodding his head before letting his hand slip from his.

The feeling that traveled up his arm was foreign to him and weird, Ichigo shaking it away.

Grimmjow got out then they walked towards the large stadium, a long line of people who lacked tickets yelling to be let in, their eyes wild and their desperate hands pushing, the red rope neither of them seemed to find the ability to pass.

"Do you have tickets?" a tall dark skinned doorman asked, Grimmjow nodding, his hand holding onto Ichigo's as he gave the two tickets, the doorman giving them two bracelets before unhooking the red rope from the golden pole, Ichigo and Grimmjow passing through.

Ichigo looked back to the people behind them as they passed through the doors, seeing familiar eyes.

Orihime?

He wasn't able to confirm it though because the doors closed, Ichigo staring at them for a moment before looking forward when he heard the numerous yells and screams. They had to pass through the lobby first, the yells and screams getting louder.

It seemed like the walls were made to be sound proofed, but what was transpiring on the other side of these walls would not be muted, the sound of a guitar being struck ringing shallowly though with authority through the lobby.

"Hurry it's beginning," Grimmjow urged, him and Ichigo beginning to run towards the large white doors.

"Bracelets?" the guards there asked, Grimmjow and Ichigo raising their wrists to show the pink bracelets they were given.

When the doors opened and they walked into the large room, Ichigo couldn't believe his eyes.

The stadium seemed to reach thousands of miles away, the stage far yet extremely close, his eyes roaming over the many people who jumped and screamed, crammed tightly yet not seeming uncomfortable in the least.

His eyes locked on the three people on the stage.

Breath taking was the first thing that came to mind.

Szayel was standing a few feet to the side of Nnoitra whose fingers were flying over the strings of a black guitar, red, green, and white lights flashing behind them, the low beat of sticks against a drum a low purr throughout the large stadium.

Ichigo released a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding.

"Are you motherfucker's ready!" Nnoitra screamed, Ichigo finding himself screaming yes with the rest of the people around him, feeling Grimmjow's hand slipping into his.

He became quickly distracted though, jumping along with the rest when he began to sing.

"Yourself alone, in your falling coffin to hell! Burying you alive, you fucken whore!"

Ichigo felt as if he lacked control as he sang along, his hand held securely in Grimmjow's.

"You walked into my life and thought you could change me, thats why your in your coffin now! Six feet below me!

Burying you alive!"

Ichigo could care less when someone bumped into him, his free hand in the air as he jumped in place, an energy he hadn't felt in a long time seeping into his bones.

But the song ended all too quickly.

"How are you sick fucks feeling now?!" Nnoitra yelled, Ichigo screaming out his reply.

"Quiet," he ordered, the entire stadium going silent in seconds, Ichigo panting from the adrenaline in his veins, his eyes wide as he stared up at the trio like they were gods.

Nnoitra didn't say a thing for a good two minutes, creating a suspense that sent shivers up Ichigo's spine.

"Are ya'll ready?"

The stadium burst with screams.

Another song began, Ichigo holding back his scream when it was his favorite song.

"Shatter me! Hide behind your empty face! Tell me lies, nurture my beautiful denial!"

Ichigo closed his eyes, feeling the lyrics in his soul.

"My perfect denial, nurtured by your sweet words. Don't touch me because I don't want to die!"

Ichigo felt a tug on his hand.

He turned, looking to Grimmjow who was looking to him, Ichigo feeling his face heat up.

Was he blushing?

He was drawn back to Nnoitra though, his eyes darting to Neliel. Her hair was put into a high ponytail, her pink tattoo barely visible to him as the shadows partly consumed her, her green hair distinct and vibrant even in the darkness.

He felt his heart stop when she looked up for the briefest of seconds, her eyes locking with his. But she looked away just as quickly.

Ichigo shook his head.

He knew it was irrational to believe she was actually looking at him, since he was all the way at the back, but when she looked up it had felt as if her eyes literally bore into his own.

He wanted to get closer.

"Come on!" he yelled at Grimmjow over the music, pushing past people and squeezing between sweaty bodies, panting from excitement as he forged to get further up in the crowds. The entire time Grimmjow never let go of his hand.

When Ichigo got to the middle of the crowd his hand almost slipped from Grimmjow's, the song that Nnoitra had began to sing ironically fitting the situation.

"This song, Falling, is for all you sick fucks out there," he said in a low growling voice, Ichigo looking back as he tried to regrasp Grimmjow's hand, not seeing Grimmjow himself.

"Baby don't let me fall, not into the everlasting darkness. Hang on, grasp my hand! Become my light as I fall, into the hole!"

Ichigo pulled on the fingers he was barely grasping, seeing Grimmjow finally.

"Hold me close, tell me sweet lies as I die tonight! Ghosts in the walls are my demonic shadows!

Baby don't let me fall, not into the everlasting darkness!"

Grimmjow pulled him towards him, Ichigo pushed by someone in front of him, pressed into Grimmjow's chest. He was sweating now from the packed bodies that were all conducting heat around him, sweat sliding down his temple as he looked up to Grimmjow. He was staring back.

Ichigo swallowed thickly, heat rising into his cheeks as he pulled away, his hand securely locked in his again. But he was then pulled back into his chest, Ichigo taking in a sharp breath when another source of heat caused him to shiver.

He could feel the sweat sliding down his neck, Grimmjow's breath wafting over his skin, making the sweat cold.

Ichigo looked back to Nnoitra, pulling away from Grimmjow's chest, his earlier destination remembered.

He wanted to get closer.

He began to move again, Grimmjow's hand once again held in his, his ascent slow but gradual.

"Silence!" Nnoitra bellowed, Ichigo's eyes wide as the bodies around him became still, his ascent made easier as everyone stared up at the trio with wide, awed eyes.

Ichigo froze when Nnoitra's eyes locked with his. His long finger pointed at him.

"Orange hair, come up here!" he bellowed, Grimmjow long forgotten. People made room for him, looking to him enviously. Grimmjow's hand was no longer in his but Ichigo was to hypnotized o care, Nnoitra reaching down and helping him onto the stage.

"You ready to sing you sick fuck!" Nnoitra bellowed, Ichigo grinning shyly but nodding.

Nnoitra grinned back at him, Ichigo freezing when his hand touched his lower back, sliding away slowly when he went to go get his guitar he had put down. Ichigo looked to Grimmjow, all of a sudden not to happy about being up here.

He was grinning but for some reason it looked forced.

"Sing bitch!" Nnoitra yelled, Ichigo doing so.

"What if I fell to the floor, breaking down in your sweet embrace, what would you do?!"

This song he was singing was an oldie of Hollow Hearts but it was secretly one of his favorites, Ichigo screaming and singing at the top of his lungs, pumping his fist in the air, people doing the same as him. He wasn't as nearly as good as Nnoitra but it didn't seem anyone cared, Ichigo feeling like falling to his knees as he got to the highest part of the song.

"Take me away, kill me! Kill me! You say you want me still, but as I break away, you let go! I'm finished with you, and all I wanted was you! Nothing will change! This is who you really are!"

The drums and guitars took place of his voice as Ichigo panted, feeling slightly dizzy.

"Break me down!" he screamed the last verse with conviction, the words echoing in his ears. People were screaming and jumping as he gave the microphone back to Nnoitra, taking hold of him as he jumped onto them. He felt like he was floating, his eyes lidded drowsily. He felt as if he was in a dream, closing his eyes for the barest of seconds.

His throat burned and his body was too hot, his legs shaking when he was put down.

That was an experience he was never going to forget.

He felt someone grab his hand, seeing Grimmjow who was grinning happily. Ichigo grinned stupidly back, looking back to Nnoitra who had began to sing another song, though his eyes were locked on him now. Ichigo shivered.

He hardly noticed when fingers grabbed his chin until his head was physically turned, his eyes meeting Grimmjow's.

He took in a sharp gasp when soft lips pressed against his. His eyes widened, seeming stuck in place. A finger ran over his chin, the nail pressing lightly into his bottom lip. Ichigo put his hands to Grimmjow's shoulders, pushing him away when an aggressive tongue slipped between his slightly parted lips.

He did the only thing that felt necessary. He slapped him.

Grimmjow seemed stunned while Ichigo could only stand there stunned, Grimmjow looking back to him with hurt, though angry narrowed eyes.

He grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the white doors in which they had entered. Ichigo didn't know what to do besides follow him, his legs still shaking but holding. He took in a gasping breath of fresh air when they entered back into the lobby, Grimmjow pushing him.

"What was that?!" he yelled angrily, Ichigo taking a step back.

"You-"

"I what? Kissed you?" Grimmjow was angry yet Ichigo hardly knew why, feeling he should be the one to be angry right now.

"Why did you fucken kiss me?" Ichigo yelled back, Grimmjow only seeming to get angrier.

"Are you fucken blind?" he asked him, nearly seething. Ichigo was confused.

"I fucken like you, Ichigo! Is that to fucken hard to see?" Grimmjow yelled, Ichigo's eyes becoming wide.

"Stop."

The word was heavy, hitting home hard. Grimmjow seemed to sober up, his eyes hardening.

"Were my feelings just a joke to you?" he hissed, his eyes narrowing.

"Were you just pretending to blush whenever I touched you? Was it all just a game?!" Ichigo froze up when he grabbed his arms, holding back a whimper he felt build up in his chest.

"I didn't like you that! We were just friends!" he yelled, pulling away from him, now seething himself.

"I never hinted I liked you! And so what if I blushed? Everyone does!" Ichigo's anger was only being fueled the more Grimmjow got angry, his actions not ones he was properly thinking through.

"I thought we were just friends!"

Grimmjow didn't reply. He didn't yell back or slap him. He just stared at him.

"If that's how you feel," he growled, walking to the doors that led outside.

"Get another ride home!" he yelled over his shoulder, Ichigo's eyes widening.

"What the… You can't do that!" he yelled, but the door slammed closed, Grimmjow already gone.

Ichigo screamed angrily, tears building up in his eyes as he reached into his pocket, only to realize that he had left his phone at home.

He panted as he tried to hold back his tears as he ran to the doors, pushing them open, very few people remaining at the door.

He pushed past them, seeing Grimmjow driving off, screaming for him to stop.

"Grimmjow stop!" he yelled, but he ignored him, driving away. Ichigo ran after him, falling to his knees when he sped away.

"Grimmjow!" he screamed, tears falling down his cheeks. The people at the door were staring at him now so he got up, taking in gasping breaths as he walked to a bench, the bus no longer going to come anyway. He cried right there out of confusion, loneliness, and shock, feeling homeless and stupid.

He hadn't even considered Grimmjow's feelings and felt stupid for it.

He sat there for two more hours, the sound of the concert merely a whisper from where he was. He got up when people started to fill out, sniffling and wiping his tears away with his shirt.

He had to get home.

He walked slowly, his home a good hour and half away. Cars passed by and with each one he would look up, hoping he would see Grimmjow pull up and take his apology and drive him home. He had been walking for a good hour before a car did pull up beside him, but when he looked, he knew that it wasn't Grimmjow's. The window rolled down, Ichigo continuing walking, not wanting to get involved with strangers anytime soon.

"Hey Strawberry."

Ichigo stopped at the distinct voice, looking into the window and his eyes widening when he saw Nnoitra.

"It's I-Ichigo," he replied, not having realized his teeth were chattering from the cold, his mind having been to far away to notice it was as freezing as a freezer outside.

"Hop in," Nnoitra told him, Ichigo reluctant. Nnoitra was a star, a member of the biggest band in all of Japan, and Ichigo felt he could trust him. But when he looked to him with his one eye, that feeling went away and was replaced with something akin to fear.

"Come on, i'll drive you home," he told him, Ichigo frowning.

"Y-You don't even know where I-I live," he pointed out, rubbing his arms to get some type of warmth into his body.

"That's why I have a GPS, now get in, i'm getting cold just staring at you," he told him, Ichigo swallowing before opening the door and getting in.

"Good now buckle up," he ordered, Ichigo doing so with shaking hands. Nnoitra turned on the heater then his GPS, Ichigo telling him his address. He put it in, taking off.

"What happened for you to start walking by yourself?" he asked, Ichigo sniffling.

"I messed up," he replied, Nnoitra looking to him before back to the road.

They drove in silence for a good five minutes before Nnoitra took a wrong turn, heading into an ally that was ten minutes from his house.

"This isn't my house," he said rather blankly even though he unbuckled, looking to the locked door with a frown.

"Nnoi-"

He gasped when he was pulled forcefully into a kiss, his eyes going wide. He grunted when he was pushed against the passenger door, trying to push Nnoitra away as a hand slipped into his pants.

He squeaked when the hand left his chin and wrapped around his throat, the hand in his pants outside of his boxers, pressing hard against his groin, rubbing hard and making Ichigo wince.

"Shut up," Nnoitra ordered when he pulled away from the kiss, Ichigo feeling tears well up in his eyes as he tried to push him away, coughing when his hand tightened around his throat till he could no longer breath.

"Stop please," Ichigo gasped, squirming to get away when skilled hands unbuttoned his jeans, pulling forcefully to get them off, Ichigo hissing in pain when they rubbed hard against his skin.

"You have such a beautiful voice," Nnoitra husked out before kissing him, his pants pulled down mid thigh before his hand ventured into his boxers.

"Stop!" Ichigo finally yelled, fighting to get away as long fingers wrapped around his cock.

"Shut up!" Nnoitra yelled as he released his neck, slapping him.

Ichigo's head snapped to the side painfully, his cheek burning, the warmth of blood slipping down his lip.

Nnoitra leaned forward with a moan, licking the wound he had made, Ichigo hissing as he tried to push him away, his cock hardening against his will as the hand pumped and fisted him, a sob escaping his throat.

An aggressive tongue slipped into his mouth, his sobs swallowed, the kiss painful due to his bleeding lip.

Nnoitra pulled away with a growl, tearing open his shirt with both hands, Ichigo crying out as he slapped him and kicked him, crying out for help and yelping when Nnoitra punched him in the stomach, sobbing loudly as he tried to get away.

Soft lips and a hot tongue attacked his collarbone, sliding down his chest as he tried to push him away, arching with a hiss when teeth clamped down on the protruding bone, harsh sucks introduced to his bruising skin.

"Yeah you like that huh?" Nnoitra chuckled, unbuttoning his own pants, pulling down the zipper before pushing them down. Ichigo become frantic.

"Help somebody! Help me please!" he cried out, yelping when he was slapped and hit repeatedly, covering his head with his hands as his fists seemed to come from everywhere.

"Shut up!" Nnoitra hissed, his cock bobbing as he pulled Ichigo down, his head hitting against the door painfully, loud sobs escaping his throat.

"Shut Up!" Nnoitra yelled, tearing off what remained of his shirt and shoving it in Ichigo's mouth, grabbing both his wrists.

Ichigo's eyes snapped open when he heard the clattering of handcuffs, struggling to get his wrists free from his one big hand but to no avail, the cuffs attached to his wrists, one of his hands smooshed against the handlebar on the side, Ichigo kicking out only to have his legs catched and held, screaming at the top of his lungs when Nnoitra kneeled down, his face close to his anus.

Ichigo felt humiliated as he tried to kick out only to have his efforts appear more like a twitch, arching when a hot tongue slid over his anus.

It was mortifying and disgusting, Ichigo crying out when the long appendage slid in.

"A virgin," Nnoitra breathed against his ass, Ichigo crying loudly as the tongue was put back in.

His cock was hard though, his body loving the attention it was given. Ichigo's mind did not though, screaming for Grimmjow over and over in his head, arching when the long tongue touched something deep inside of him, his body shaking as a muffled moan slipped from his throat.

Nnoitra pulled away, laughing at Ichigo's response to such a stimulus.

"Lets try something bigger shall we?" he asked, Ichigo shaking his head frantically as he tried to pull away, Nnoitra rising up.

One of his legs were placed on his shoulder, Ichigo using all he could to try and kick him away, kicking him the face with the heel of his foot.

Nnoitra released a slew of foul words, glaring down at him angrily.

Ichigo cried out when he slapped him hard enough to break the skin of his cheek, blood pouring down his flesh.

Ichigo whimpered, his neck sore as he sobbed, Nnoitra reaching down and aligning himself up with his anus.

Ichigo arched with a scream when he entered him, his body froze from the pain as he pushed into him slowly, Nnoitra laughing as he let his head fall back, fully sheathing himself.

Ichigo groaned in agony, feeling too full and sick, his head hitting the passenger door with a thud, his eyes closed as tears slid down his temples, seeing Grimmjow in the darkness.

I'm sorry.

Ichigo arched when he pulled out before thrusting back in, crying out in agony, pulling against the cuffs as his spine felt on the verge of being pushed out of his own body.

"Ssap!" his muffled scream went ignored, Nnoitra releasing a purring growl as he fastened the pace, leaning down and licking his bruised collarbone before taking his nipple between his lips. Ichigo could do nothing but sob now, his head turned away as he closed his eyes tight, just hoping now he would finish soon.

He could feel the knot in his stomach tightening, his sick body on the verge of an orgasm with every tap of Nnoitra's cock against that sweet button inside of him. Ichigo's sobs began to mix with moans, his body rocking with every thrust now, the pain dousing his pleasure only for it to be reawakened with the prodding brushes against his sweet spot.

After what seemed forever Ichigo arched with a growling scream, cum spurting from the head of his cock in thick jets.

Nnoitra licked his neck, chuckling in his ear.

"You're a filthy bitch, enjoying it when someone rapes you," he chuckled into his ear, Ichigo tightening his thighs against him when he sped up his thrusts till it hurt, Ichigo crying out now with each one.

He felt dizzy and on the verge of fainting when Nnoitra came into him, feeling disgusted with what now filled him and himself.

Nnoitra pulled out, Ichigo still sobbing, feeling thoroughly violated, Nnoitra watching as his cum slid from his anus.

"You were nice and tight, I just might come back, now that I have your address and all," he chuckled, sticking a finger into Ichigo's leaking anus.

He cried out in pain, pulling the cuffs and trying to kick out only for his legs to feel like jello.

"I should leave you with a parting gift yes?" Nnoitra asked, reaching into his glove department, pulling out a pocket knife.

Ichigo started screaming, Nnoitra flicking out the blade.

"A simple N should do," he said more to himself, pressing the knife just above his hip bone.

Ichigo screamed when it sank in, piercing his skin, Nnoitra carving an N into his flesh like he was giving him a tattoo.

Ichigo was covered in blood and cum now, his vision blurring as the wound bled profusely. He had cut deep, making sure it would scar.

"There we go," Nnoitra said proudly, undoing the cuffs and pulling up his pants, not caring for Ichigo's even though he took the shirt from his mouth.

He opened the door and pushed him out, Ichigo falling head first onto the concrete, landing on his arm wrong and screaming.

Nnoitra closed the door, starting up the car.

Then there was only silence, despite Ichigo's pitiful sobbing.

His arm was twisted, painted a nasty purple.

For the longest all Ichigo could do was lay there and cry, hoping someone would stumble across and help him.

After what seemed to be an eternity he managed to gain the energy to get up, taking in quick hyperventilating gasps, pulling up his pants with his one good arm.

He finally managed to stand, holding back his sobs as he forced himself to walk, heading for home.

It took twice as long as it should've, Ichigo ringing the bell over and over, hoping that someone would hear it.

Yuzu did, her drowsy eyes going wide at the sight of her brother, screaming for their father as she caught Ichigo when he fell, dragging him into the house, Karin and their dad running to see what had happened.

Ichigo could only see blobs now, his body covered in blood and cum, his sense of hearing dulled and slow, his body becoming limp as he let himself fall into slumber.

Grimmjow...

Author's note: Yep. Ichi got raped. If you want to know what his singing voice was like, look up Lust for Blood by Camui Gackt & Nippon Crown