It's Almost Easy

A/N: sorry for how long it took me to update!

Chapter is very very angsty and drama filled.

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Although the chapters will come a teeny bt slower they will be less irritating mistakes of mine because of the wonderful Beta caribou.

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Disclaimer: I would usually attempt some very bad humour right about know. But Kubo-sensei has filed a law suit to make me keep my mouth shut and hands off his characters. So after all my scheming I still dont own... :(

Warning: Languge, Lemon, torture, slight gore?, rape, drugs, ermmmm and vouyigerism sorta.

Chapter 10- Our Damnation

Gin walked the familiar streets to the one place he wished he never needed to go. He had just left Ulquiorra's house and the sun was setting, casting a red tinted colour to the sky. It was quite eerie in fact and suited his mood perfectly. He honestly thought he was doing quite well, considering he had spent almost a full day in Shūhei's presence without breaking down completely.

The streets were strangely deserted, usually at this time of the evening people were walking or driving back to their houses after long days at work. But today there wasn't a person in sight, and he felt oddly deserted... and alone.

The silver-haired man buried his hands deeper into his grey jeans' pockets and walked slightly faster, wanting to get to Byakuya's place as soon as possible. He knew Byakuya didn't need him, he wasn't naive. Byakuya was using him for pleasure and he was content with that. At least he was needed, at least he had a place to go.

It made him feel a little less alone.

Even though Byakuya was just like the rest, the raven didn't know who he really was or what he was capable of. But with Byakuya he didn't feel like he was betraying the raven like how he felt with his friends. Because Byakuya didn't care at all.

Gin stopped suddenly in the middle of the street, spinning around on the spot to look behind him.

No one was there.

But he couldn't help but get the feeling that something was wrong, something was definitely wrong,only he didn't know what. Shaking away the feeling of trepidation, he turned around and carried on walking.

'Aizen is making me fucking paranoid. I wonder if I will ever be free of his shackles.'

Gin laughed darkly to himself. He couldn't help feeling like an ungrateful bastard, even though Aizen was making his life miserable. The boss had saved him from certain death. He owed Aizen his life... But even though he walked and breathed, he had never felt less alive, or more alone.

He soon found himself outside Byakuya's house and he knocked lightly on the wooden door. It took a few minutes for Byakuya to come to the door, but as soon as he laid eyes on the long dark hair and hard ebony eyes Gin's mind was clouded with lust. He had been feeling frustrated all day and now that he knew he would be getting sex, he just wanted to bury his cock into the nearest tight heat.

Tonight was the night, no matter how much Byakuya protested he wasn't going to rest until the raven took the stick out of his ass and filled it with something much more satisfying.

"Gin." Byakuya said, stepping aside to let the younger male through.

Gin nodded and walked into the house, making his way straight up the wooden steps to the bedroom. He slid open the shoji doors and waited for Byakuya to enter the room. When the raven floated into the room with his effortless grace, he narrowed his eyes. How was it that Byakuya did that? Looked so dignified and confident even though he had the structure and elegance of a woman. His eyes narrowed further as Byakuya strolled over to the futon undoing his cream yukata on the way, dropping it smoothly to the floor. The raven lay easily on the bed, knowing fully well that the sight of his lean body would drive Gin mad.

"Are you just going to stand there Gin? I take it you did come here to fuck."

Gin cursed under his breath, Byakuya even made crude words sound erotic, it was downright annoying.

"Yeah, I came here to fuck," Gin quietly. "To fuck you, that is."

He almost saw the guards close around the Kuchiki. Byakuya's eyes hardened. "I thought we came to an understanding. I have no intention of letting you do that."

Gin growled in frustratio. "Why the fuck not! You haven't even tried it!"

Byakuya completely ignored him, standing back up and wrapping his yukata back around himself. Gin stormed over to the raven, blocking his path out of the room. He didn't hesitate to take the raven in his arms and crash their lips together; cupping the raven head with his hand. He felt Byakuya pushing him away, but he just kissed harder; bruising their lips.

The Kuchiki finally managed to push Gin off him, "Leave at once Gin, and don't even think of coming back."

But Gin had no intention of leaving, not until Byakuya submitted to him, he would not leave without getting what he wanted. And at that particular moment all he wanted was to fuck Byakuya so hard he forgot his fucking name.

He charged at the raven again, sealing their lips together. Byakuya struggled and they knocked objects to the floor. But none of that mattered because Byakuya was starting to feel a fire light inside him. Soon he was pressing back against Gin, rocking their groins together. The room was filled with desperate pants and groans. Gin pressed Byakuya back down onto the futon and continued to suck a trail of dark bruises down Byakuya's neck.

Ichigo shivered as he felt a cold breeze wash over him. He slowly came to, remembering what had occurred before he lost consciousness. He shivered again, but this time not from cold but from dread. The back of his head hurt, where he had been struck by Kouga. But he resisted the urge to groan in discomfort and tried to assess as much information about his surroundings without opening his eyes.

He could hear two other people breathing deeply either side of him and knew that it had to be Shinji and Shūhei. The room was quite warm with only a slight draft managing to get in.

The most uncomfortable thing was that he knew he was naked and sitting on a hard floor. He knew he hadn't been violated -yet- because he felt no pain. Besides, Muramasa would want him fully awake to make the experience all that more horrible for him.

Suddenly he heard a door open and some people enter the room.

"They should be waking up soon," he heard Muramasa say, for he could tell that emotionless voice anywhere.

He didn't hear anyone reply but he knew there was someone else in the room by the slight rustling of clothes walking past him.

All of a sudden he heard a gasp from beside him and he knew Shinji had woken up. Slowly he opened his eyes and came face to face with a man he had never seen before. A man who made his insides turn to stone.

The man had dark brown hair brushed immaculately back from his face, and he had the most piercing eyes he had ever seen. He almost felt like those eyes could see right into him and read his deepest and darkest thoughts.

He faintly heard Shūhei wake up as well beside him, but even though his sense of foreboding grew the longer he looked into those taciturn eyes, but he could not look away.

Finally the man spoke and his voice was hushed and calm, like the sound of death.

"My name is Sosuke Aizen. It seems that you, Kurosaki Ichigo, have caused quite a stir," he said, his eyes not once wavering from the redhead's face. "But no one can say I am not merciful." Aizen flicked a strand of hair away that had fallen over his eye and turned away from the three seated naked on the floor. The room they were in looked almost like a prison, but a prison Ichigo had never seen before. The room was completely bare and the walls completely white tiles, and a mirror taking up nearly a whole wall. The floor was white stone. Aizen paced the room and his shiny black shoes echoed around the confined space. He paused, turning back towards the three. "Despite what you may think, I do not have much need of you and honestly I have more important things to do than tediously punish you for whatever crimes you have done to make Muramasa so furious. There is one thing however that I cannot let go, and I know one of you is responsible, so one of you will not be set free. However the others will be allowed to walk out of here unharmed," Aizen said.

Shinji growled and clenched his fists, "What the hell do you want from us? We don't even know you!"

"That is true, however you know someone who is every important to me, someone I cannot and will not allow to leave me. I know that one of you is in a romantic relationship with Ichimaru Gin, if you tell me which one of you it is, I will allow the rest of you to leave."

As soon as Gin's name was mentioned Shūhei froze. His world narrowed down to one thing. Gin and Aizen.

Gin knew Aizen.

He couldn't comprehend. How could Gin know someone like this? Was Gin one of them, was Gin...

But it all made sense didn't it?... and it all made sense. The way Gin acted, the way Gin avoided him. Gin wanted him, he knew Gin wanted him and he always held back for some reason. Could this be it? Gin's Dirty little secret.

But...how could Gin know someone like this? He started to wonder if he ever knew Gin at all...

"None of us are with Gin," he said coldly, fighting the emotions raging through him. He gasped in shock as he received a kick in the face from Aizen's hard shoe. He slumped to the floor and spat out the blood that had welled up in his mouth.

"Do not take me for a fool, it will be the last thing you do. I know it is one of you, and you will tell me now!" Aizen barked.

Silenced reigned, only broken by Shūhei's choked gasp.

"Fine, okay! It's me!... It's me dammit.."

The room fell silent again and everyone turned to look at... Shinji.

"Well now, that wasn't so hard was it?" Aizen smirked, he nodded once before turning away to walk out of the room. "Follow me," he said to Shinji.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" Ichigo butted in, stopping Aizen in his tracks.

"Keep your mouth shut," Shinji growled, scowling at the redhead.

"Don't listen to him; he is just saying that to protect me. It is me that is involved with Gin," Ichigo pleaded.

Shūhei finally got his voice back. He was touched that his friends were trying to step in for him but… "Please stop this guys... just please"

"Shut the fuck up," Shinji growled.

Aizens' eyes narrowed the frustration and he tuned slowly back to look Shinji dead in the eyes. He hadn't anticipated them lying for each other. He slowly walked towards Shinji and knelt down in front of the blonde. Then grabbed Shinji's chin and locked his cold eyes onto the blonde's defiant ones. "So far I believe I have been quite pleasant have I not?" he said smoothly, only to receive a glare from Shinji. "However my patience is not limitless and I believe my patience is wearing very thin. I am going to say this one more time and I expect an answer. Who- is- Gin's- lover." Aizen reeled back when Shinji's spit hit him in the face. "You insolent!"

Shinji couldn't help but smirk as Aizen wiped the spit off of his face. "I already fucking told you it's me. Now let the other two go as you promised."

Aizen pulled out a handkerchief from inside his suit pocket and thoroughly cleaned his face. His expression was calm but it didn't take a genius to know he was livid.

"I was hoping it didn't have to come to this. Gin is a valuable person to me and it saddens me that he will have to be gotten rid of."

The words struck Shūhei like an avalanche. "W-what do you mean... what the fuck do you mean!" he shouted, struggling to get to his feet but his bound limbs made him drop sideways back to the floor.

Aizen grinned internally, "Well if you refuse to tell me who Gin's lover is, the sole reason for Gin's sudden reluctance to stand by my side, I have no need for him. I will kill him."

"NO!" Shūhei roared, his body quaking in panic. He didn't understand what was going on, hell he hardly knew who Gin was any more. But Gin gone forever? "No, please. Leave him alone...It's me I swear it. I swear it, please don't kill him don't..."

"Shū," Shinji breathed.

"No Shin, I won't let him get hurt b-because of me. Please do what you want with me.. I don't give a fuck anymore..." Shūhei slumped to the floor. His body was still shaking in fear and defiance. There was no way he would let his friends take the wrap for him. The clicks of Aizen's hard shoes could be heard on the stone floor as he walked until he was right in front of Shūhei.

"Don't worry I won't hurt you," Aizen said.

Shūhei let out a gut wrenching scream as the knife was dragged again against his cheek. It wasn't so much the pain, even though it hurt like hell. It was more the fact that the person Aizen had given him to was marking him. Every time he would look into the mirror he would remember. Remember what happened in this dark, damp room. The pain, the disgust he felt. He'd remember everything.

"There we are. I've marked you now, pet. A part of you will always belong to me," he heard his tormentor say above him. His vision was blurred, but he could see the dark skin and insane grin. "Gin will have to look at your face and know that you are mine."

"I'm not yours... I'll never be yours," Shūhei managed to gasp out.

He heard the chilling laugh above him and knew that he couldn't take much more.

"It seems that you still have a bit of fire in you. Don't worry, soon you won't feel a thing when you call me Tousen-sama. Soon you will break...they all do."

"Fuck!" Shinji screamed slamming his fist against the wall. "That lying, fucking bastard. He said he would let us go!"

Ichigo who sat leaning against the white tile wall sighed, "Well maybe it had something to do with you spitting in his face. Seriously Shin, what were you thinking?"

Shinji paced up and down the fairly large room. Just before Aizen, Muramasa,and Shūhei left the room they had been unbound. They could have tried to run, but they didn't fail to notice the gun in Muramasa's back pocket. They hadn't been given any clothes to wear and the room was chilly, making goosebumps rise on their skin.

"What the fuck is going on here Ichigo. How do you know these people? How does Gin know these people. I don't fucking understand."

The redhead shifted uncomfortably on the floor. "Well I'm pretty sure you can guess why I am involved with them, you heard what Muramasa said. As for Gin I honestly am as clueless as you."

Shinji stopped pacing and dropped to the floor near to Ichigo. "What do you think they are going to do to us?... Shūhei."

Ichigo could hear the worry in Shinji's voice, but he didn't answer the question.. he didn't know the answer.

They sat in silence for a while, neither really knowing whether it had been minutes or hours since they were first brought there. The room was windowless, having no sense of time made them feel even worse, like they were cut off from the outside world. Like they had no hope.

It was worse for Shinji. Ichigo sort of knew something was going to happen, something bad. But Shinji was clueless, Shinji had just made up with his boyfriend, Shinji had just agreed to go to the beach at the weekend with Nnoitra. Now he had been dragged into a world he had nothing to do with and he was scared. More scared than he had ever been in his life. He was always the one that stood up for his friends and protected them. But now he could do nothing.

'I've failed, I failed Shū... Shit, I couldn't protect him. I'm always the one who protects him. Why did this have to happen? How could Gin do this to him!'

He felt the tears burning at the back of eyes.

'How did this even happen?'

He was snapped out of his thoughts as the metal door of the room ground open. The clanging sound echoed around the confined room. In walked Muramasa and another guy. The guy was bald and evil looking, grinning like a kid about to dig into a bowl of treats.

Shinji jumped to his feet, growling fiercely.

Muramasa ignored him completely. "Take out the chain," he said to the bald man. The man walked round to a corner of the room and opened up a tile in the wall. Inside he pulled out a chain with an ankle cuff on the end. "You," Muramasa said, pointing to Shinji. "Put it on."

"Fuck no! I'm not going near that motherfu-" The bald guy marched up to Shinji and dragged him towards the chain securing the lock around his ankle. "What are you doing?" Shinji screamed. "What are you going to do to me?"

"Nothing- yet," Muramasa said coldly. "I have to teach this one a lesson first."

Ichigo, who hadn't moved a muscle, shut his eyes. He was resigned to the fact that he was going to get hurt and there was nothing he could do to stop it. In this situation he was powerless; any courageous acts would probably just wind up with him dead.

"Stand up, Kurosaki Ichigo," Muramasa said coldly. The redhead dragged himself to his feet and turned to face his oppressor. Muramasa stepped towards him, eyes locked on his chest. "What is the meaning of this?"

Ichigo glanced down at his chest confused; there wasn't anything there apart from... his scars.

"I-"

"If I remember correctly. On our first meeting I spe-ci-fic-ally asked you if you had any scars. Your answer was no."

"I- the first person I worked for didn't seem to mind. Besides I'm not working for you any mor-"

Ichigo head snapped to the side as Muramasa backhanded him across the face. "Your first client was a good for nothing low-life who would fuck a dog if he had no other means. Damn this.." Muramasa growled furiously. Ichigo had never seen him look so angry, "You are worthless like this, and how do you expect me to sell you if you are riddled with scars!"

Ichigo didn't know whether to sigh with relief or be even more scared at the fact that Muramasa had no use for him.

"I planned on leaving no lasting damage, however that is unnecessary now… in fact maybe this situation is good, now we don't need to hold back at all. Shiki, give him the drug," Muramasa said before leaving the room.

Shinji could only watch as the bald guy namely Shiki pulled out a needle and filled it with a blue tinged liquid.

"What the fuck are you doing!" the blonde screamed "Stay away from him, stay away from Ichi."

But Shiki just smiled and stalked over to Ichigo holding up the needle menacingly. Ichigo tried to move as far away from the intimidating man as he could, but he just found himself backed into a corner. Shinji felt powerless, absolutely powerless. Even when he got to his feet and tried to reach his friend the chain he was latched to held him back.

"Ichi…" he breathed. But there was nothing he could do.

Nothing.

Shiki pinned Ichigo against the wall by his throat, the redheads flaying fist and screams didn't faze him as he injected the contents of the drug into the redheads neck.

A lump formed in Shinji's throat and burned. Why was this happening? He didn't understand. Why would anyone want to hurt Ichigo… why? "Chikusho!" he screamed

But he couldn't change anything as Ichigo was thrown to the floor; He couldn't stop Shiki's revolting eyes roaming over the redhead's body. He couldn't save Ichigo from the most ultimate defilement, and nothing would let him escape the failure he felt as Ichigo was raped right before his eyes.. The piercing screams made Shinji's heart clench, He wondered what God he had offended to make this happen.

"Dammit!" he cried out again, falling to his knees and slamming his fist into the floor. But his scream drowned out by Ichigos'. It hurt to hear his friend in so much pain, it hurt to hear Ichigo begging in tears.

"Don't worry, it'll start to feel good any second now," Shiki sneered, "Soon you'll be begging me not to stop."

Tears were streaming down Ichigo's face; no one noticed the change in his eyes, the flashes and flickers of dark anger.

'What's this feeling… why is he screaming… who is doing this?'

Hichigo felt pain on the edges of his consciousness. Someone was hurting Ichigo, but not just with physical pain. Someone was tearing Ichigo apart from the inside out.

A furious rage surged through him, a rage so frenzy filled that he knew he had never felt anything like it before.

Someone was going to feel pain worse than his… someone was going to die.

Then his eyes flashed open and he felt almost blinded by all the white around him. Someone's hot breath was rasping against his face, and someone was thrusting into him with merciless abandon. But… something wasn't right. He felt hot. Too hot, scorching. He wanted to be touched all over. It was possessing, the need. He felt himself losing control, all sense of himself was being dwindled down to the sense of pure need.

A feral growled ripped from his throat and both hands clamp onto the neck of his assailant. Shiki. He squeezed with all his might. He saw the eyes nearly pop out of the bald-man's head. He watched as his assailant gasped for breath. But he just clamped down harder. He threw the man away from him suddenly and rose like a snake to his feet, his eyes flaring in anger. His whole body was shaking from rage and he felt blood dribble down his thigh; worse was the powerful need that he didn't understand.

He looked at the man sprawled out in front of him, writhing for air.

And only one thought registered in his head.

This man raped Ichigo. HIS Ichigo.

He felt a mirthless laugh rumbled up from deep inside him, until he let it out; it echoed and resonated around the room.

He kicked the man in the guts again and again until He could feel bones break beneath his foot. It wasn't until Shiki was coughing up blood that felt a touch bit of appeasement.

He looked coldly at the crumpled form in front of him. Then dropped to his knees and ripped the clothes from the Shiki's body and he spoke for the first time.

"You picked the wrong person to fuck with."

He unceremoniously thrust into the bald mans body and groaned loudly as he finally felt the painful need ebbing away.

"Ahhh," Shiki screamed. "Mura. Help… HELP ME! MURAMASA!" he screamed.

Hichigo dug his nails into Shiki's back and dragged them down, leaving bloody lines in his wake. His groans became growls as he felt his release coming. He slammed in harder and blood dripped to the floor. Shiki's howls didn't stop for a second. Hichigo finally let out a guttural cry as he released and pulled away from the bloodied body.

"HELP me.." Shiki moaned reaching up to the huge mirror in the wall, Hichigo immediately recognising it as a one way window. He had seen many of them in the institute. He knew someone was watching, someone who probably had something to do with Ichigo getting hurt.

He felt even angrier, especially as the aching need came back almost immediately after he had released the ache.

No help came for Shiki and Hichigo decided to send a message to whoever was watching.

He flipped Shiki onto his back and looked the bald man directly in the eye as he slammed his fist into his face. Again and again until both his fists were bloodied and the face in front of him was hardly recognisable.

It wasn't long until Shikis' heart stuttered to a stop.

He felt nothing as the last breath escaped the now corpse lain on the floor.

He slowing got to his feet, trembling almost uncontrollably.

'Why is my body acting like this… what have they done to me? It aches….. it hurts and it won't stop. It seems like the more I climaxed the more it comes back stronger… fuck , I need more, fuck what did they do to me…. I need.'

He slowly looked around the room and spotted a blonde male crouching down in the corner, waiting for him almost like a gift. He stepped closer to the Shinji and with each step the blonde looked more and more terrified.

….

"I-Ichi?" Shinji whispered. He couldn't grasp what he had just seen. It was so…. disgusting. He knew Ichigo would never do something like that. He couldn't say he felt bad about the dead body lying on the ground. But it was as if Ichigo didn't recognise him. It was as if he was a different person.

Then he remembered… he remembered what Ichigo had said about having a split personality and that meant maybe Ichigo didn't recognise him.

That meant maybe Ichigo didn't recognise him at all.

…

Hichigo looked at the terrified person in front of him, he knew the man wasn't a threat in fact he had a distinct feeling that this person meant a lot to Ichigo. But he couldn't stop himself. He couldn't stop the need in his body. He needed to take, to touch. It hurt too much not to.

And yet he couldn't bring himself to do it.

He couldn't do it.

"Fuck…" he said, taking painful steps backward "Stay away… stay the fuck away from me or … I'll hurt you… I don't want to but.. I don't think I can control myself."

Shinji looked up with wide eyes. "Ichi?"

"I'm not Ichigo, I'm Hichigo… I know… Ichigo likes you… you didn't hurt Ichigo. I don't want to hurt you but-"

Shinji didn't know what to do, Ichigo- no Hichigo's whole body was trembling. But what could he do?

Muramasa watched the whole scene through the one way window.

"Well fuck me sideways, he's actually resisting the drug… He seems different than before though…. it's strange," Kouga said.

Muramasa paid him no attention, his eyes were fixed on the redhead in the room. He had never been so intrigued with a person before. The Kurosaki was merciless with Shiki and killed him without even batting an eyelid. Was this really the person that had come into his office and asked to sell his body? The redhead's whole aura had changed, and it was cold and dark.

It was fascinating. And the fact that he had not taken out his desires on the chained down blonde was even more intriguing. None of his subjects had resisted the drug before. But then the Kurosaki always seemed to do the exact opposite of what he expected.

The new drug he was developing was strong though and once they got it onto the black market it would make a fortune. He knew it was only a matter of time until the redhead gave into his desire and too blonde. The drug would last for days and the longer Ichigo resisted the worse it would get. It was only a matter of time.

He would teach Ichigo that nobody messed with his business and get away with it.

He watched as the Kurosaki's spasming body suddenly started towards the window. He knew Ichigo couldn't see him and yet it felt like the redheads cold, golden eyes were burning into him. The redhead stopped when he was standing directly in front of him on the other side of the window. He watched as slowly Ichigo dragged his bloodied hand down the window, leaving behind a trail of red.

Grimmjow lay back on the black couch in Ulquiorra's basement. Ichigo had left with Shinji and Shūhei to go back to their flat and Gin had also left. But the basement was still filled with noise as Nnoitra and Starrk arm wrestled. Nel was cheering for Nnoitra and Hal for Starrk; it was quite amusing to watch. Nnoitra's face was red as he tried with all his might to win, whereas Starrk looked calm with a slight smirk on his face.

Surprisingly Grimmjow didn't feel really into it though. He knew it was because he was missing Ichigo, which was also odd. He wasn't exactly the type of guy who continuously thought about their other half and texted them every five minutes. But he couldn't take his mind of Ichigo and he was so happy every time he thought of the redhead; that he couldn't keep the goofy smile off his face.

He stood up from the coach and turned to Ulquiorra who was reading a book on the seat beside him.

"I think I'm going to head home," he said.

Ulquiorra just nodded not looking up from his book. "See you tomorrow then, don't you dare be late for our lesson, Ukitake-sensei will probably pick us to go first as he already thinks we are just time wasters."

"Don't worry I'll be there. Tell the others I said bye."

"Isn't Nel going home with you?"

"Nah I think she wants to stay here with Hal."

"Okay, Ja."

Grimmjow left the basement and started the short walk towards his house, whistling contently. It was dark outside now so he walked fast; it wasn't a good idea to stay outside by yourself at night no matter how badass you are.

When he got home he let himself in and looked around the house for his father. Byakuya wasn't in the living room kitchen. He looked in the other rooms downstairs before figuring Byakuya was probably in his room.

As he walked up the stairs he heard moans coming from Byakuya's room. He smirked to himself, tiptoeing past his father's room.

'I swear he get more action than I do,' he thought to himself.

Just as he was passing the room to head towards the bathroom he heard something that made him blanch and freeze.

"That's it Byakuya.. F-fuck you're so tight.. so good. Fuuuck!"

That voice he would recognise anywhere. That voice of the person he would trust with his life.

He felt sick.

'No... it must just be someone that sounds like him. Gin would never... Not with my own father. He wouldn't. That's just…'

"Tell me Byakuya... ngh.. haah. Good. Does it feel good...? Fuck, I'm gonna come."

The slapping of skin against skin grew louder and Grimmjow stood rooted to the spot, eyes wide in disbelief. He had to know, He had to know if it was true. Without even thinking he slid the shoji door open and looked into the room.

"Yes, Gin... ngh. GIN!"

There was he father on his hands and knees, head tilted back. Gin thrusting erratically as they both cried out. Grimmjow could hardly register what he was seeing. All those times when Gin would suddenly disappear... was this what he was doing... ? The bluenette felt sick,his best friend was fucking his father. His best friend that looked him in the eye and laughed with him every day… was fucking his father.

Gin finally felt that there was something wrong, he turn his head and swore under his breath when he saw Grimmjow standing in the doorway, a glazed look of pure anger on his face. They stayed like that for a few moments just staring at each other as Byakuya panted, blissfully unaware of his son's presence.

"Grimm-" Before Gin could even finish his sentence, Grimmjow grabbed him by his silver hair and yanked his away from his father. The blow that connected with Gin's temple was hard enough to make him black out temporarily.

"You fucking BASTARD!" Grimmjow screamed, raising his fist to do some more serious damage. However Byakuya who had finally become aware of the situation gripped his wrist.

"Grimmjow you must calm down," Byakuya said, face flushed with embarrassment. He couldn't not believe his son had seen him in such a position.

"DON'T touch me!" Grimmjow yelled. He was so angry his whole body was shaking, He dropped Gin to the floor and rounded on his father. "What the FUCK are you thinking?"

Byakuya looked down at the floor, unable to look his son in the eye. "I-"

"Leave him alone," Gin said pulling himself to his feet. "None of this was his fault. I came onto him."

Grimmjow lashed out again unable to control his fury and catching Gin on the cheek. "How.. WHY would you do that...? I thought you were my friend... what the fuck man. How would you like it if I went and fucked your father?"

Gin spat out the blood from his mouth and thought about saying how Grimmjow knew perfectly well that he had no family. But when he looked into Grimmjow eyes, so full of betrayal and confusion, he felt an immense guilt. "I'm sorry, Grimmjow," was all he could say.

Grimmjow saw the sincerity in Gin's eyes, but it didn't matter, the anger over shadowed any compassion he would have felt. "OUT," Grimmjow said simply turning away from his friend.

"Grimmjow, please."

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!" he shouted, baring his teeth. "If I catch you here again Gin, I won't be responsible for my actions," he growled threateningly. Gin knew the bluenette was not kidding. He quickly rearranged his clothing and started out of the room, he looked for some reassurance from Byakuya but the raven had his head turned away from him.

He left the house with a sad smile on his face.

'Just like always... I fuck up everything that actually means something to me. Seems like I'm destined to be alone.'

The burning touch of broken trust,

Hurts more than broken bones.

~GlassSkiin

A/N : well if that isn't an action pack chapter I dont know what is.

The next chapter is called Lies and Liars

Thank you for reading!