Chapter 10

Author's note: I have been making Ichigo a lot more level headed in this story than he originally is, but since this is my story, I could make him a leash guided cock sucking whore and nobody can really do much. But I don't own him sadly, but it's nice to think about.

Ichigo growled, pulling on the chains that held him down to his bed, Grimmjow nowhere to be seen. He had awaken this way, probably Grimmjow's pitiful way of keeping him subdued so he wouldn't do anything irrational. Ichigo growled. Smart, but not smart enough.

He grit his teeth and put all of his strength into breaking the chains around his wrists, screaming out as the metal dug into his skin. He heard the metal of the bed frame creak but it seemed tougher than the chains, refusing his will. He fell back limply onto the bed, panting as he closed his eyes. Okay, a tad smarter than what he thought. He doubted Grimmjow was even home with how silent it was in the house, sighing as he looked to the chains on his wrists. At least he wasn't dumb enough to use rope again.

With little to do all he could really do was think or go back to sleep, but sleep was the last thing on his mind. He sighed and looked to the window. The sun had gone down a long time ago and the stars had taken their place in the sky, shining bright in the dark. He looked away. Not even the stars could change how he felt right then. When he had been sold, he thought he knew what he was being put in to. He thought he knew what to expect. He had been wrong. He had never thought he would be slaughtered if he disobeyed or ran away, punishment had been the worst of his worries. Stories of how cruel owner's were used to tarrify him but he had trained so hard to become stronger, yet he always managed to always be almost there. Why didn't he just kill him already?

Grimmjow sighed as he opened the front door to his house, blood stained on his white shirt. They had not found the neko girl, rumors of her meeting up with a rebelling gang in America spreading throughout the company. If that was true then she was out of their reach for the time being, America a place that was never too fond of them. But with time they could negotiate for her if Aizen felt that was to be necessary. Till then, all they could do was let her run free. That didn't sit well with him.

But she was not his main problem. His main problem was the angry, homicidal neko in his house. His life was just too exciting.

Grimmjow frowned, sighing as he walked to the stairs. He could hear the low growls Ichigo made and to be honest he was not to keen on going to his room and finding out if he wanted to play nice. Grimmjow went to his room and took a quick shower to clean off the blood and threw away the clothing, the blood stains were never going to come off anyway.

He threw on a pair of sweats and a wife beater before leaving his room, heading for Ichigo's room. He would need to deal with him sooner or later. He opened the door and was immediately greeted with a murderous snarl, but he chose to ignore it as he walked in fully and closed the door behind him.

"What innocent neko did you murder today?" Ichigo hissed, Grimmjow knowing he smelled the blood of the neko that replaced Aizen's old pet. He hadn't killed him, but not wanting him to run away as did Rukia, some precautions were called for. So Grimmjow chose not to respond to his accusation, instead walked over to Ichigo's bare tied down body, a permanent frown on his lips.

Ichigo watched him very closely with narrowed eyes, hissing angrily when he ran a hand up his thigh.

"Don't touch me," he growled, yelping when he grabbed his balls, threatening to squeeze them.

"Don't talk," Grimmjow replied in a rather calm voice, Ichigo growled lowly but did not utter another word.

Grimmjow didn't release him, sliding his other hand up his stomach, careful to not cause any damage to it if he carried a child. They would find out soon but until then he would refrain from doing so. He leaned down and slid his tongue into his belly button, Ichigo gasping as his cock hardened just slightly.

"If you think pleasure is going to make me change my mind then you're wrong!" Ichigo gasped in one breath, Grimmjow pulling away as he squeezed his balls just slightly. Ichigo bit his lip till he broke the skin, blood trailing down his chin. He wasn't going to cry out for him.

"I suggest you don't speak another word," Grimmjow told him, letting go of his balls. Ichigo nearly cried out in relief, lying limply as he panted through his nose. His father had prepared him for pain like that, something external that could easily be ignored. Now only if Grimmjow never fucked him.

"Usually when I break a neko, bondage is not usually involved," Grimmjow told him as he came from the closet, Ichigo staring curiously at the box that he had never noticed had been in there. The sentence he had uttered before had not made much sense to him to begin with so when a small grin spread on his lips, he was confused.

Ichigo growled when he pulled out a blindfold, pulling on the chains as he snarled and hissed at him, going still when he grabbed his balls again.

"Shut up," Grimmjow ordered, Ichigo panting angrily as he released him and put the black blindfold over his eyes. In the dark he could see perfectly, but with this there was not a thing he could see, growling lowly. He didn't like where this was going.

He heard Grimmjow rummage through the box, his anger twisting to unease. He felt slightly vulnerable now that he couldn't see and that made his stomach twist painfully, licking the blood on his chin.

"Open your mouth," Grimmjow ordered, Ichigo reluctant. He didn't speak or open his mouth, only panted through his nose in defiance. He wasn't going to do as the motherfucker said.

Ichigo gasped when Grimmjow kissed him, his tongue thrusting into his mouth. Ichigo groaned, pushing his tongue against his to dislodge it. He didn't want him touching him anywhere.

Ichigo gasped when he bit his bottom lip, Grimmjow quickly pulling away before putting something in his mouth with a small push, Ichigo's eyes going wide behind the blindfold when he realized it was the ball gag he had used on him the first time they had sex, the meaning of bondage becoming very clear in his mind. He began to struggle again in slight panic when Grimmjow pulled away, smelling his arousal. He had been so concentrated on being angry that he had forgotten how crazy Grimmjow really was and what he could do to him, the bed frame creaking but still stubborn.

"Be still," Grimmjow ordered, Ichigo arching his chest with a muffled whimper when he squeezed his balls, his hands clenching into fists. Grimmjow released him and Ichigo laid back limply on the sheets, his cock betraying him, unbearably hard from his harsh treatment.

Grimmjow did not comment on it but instead put something around his shaft, pushing it down to the base. Ichigo arched with a muffled cry when it began to vibrate, his toes curling as he thrashed. He wanted to beg right then to make it stop but the gag was in his mouth, his eyes shut tight as he moaned.

"I always wondered how you would react to this," Grimmjow purred, Ichigo on the verge of screaming when he flicked his tongue against the head of his cock. Such a torture he had never experienced and he wanted to stop, tears building up in his eyes though he tried to not let them fall.

The chain's rattled and his pants were heavy as Grimmjow ran his hand up his thigh, Ichigo almost eager for his touch though he would never admit it.

When the vibrations stopped Ichigo could hardly breathe, sweat clinging to his skin as he laid limply on the bed.

"Good boy," Grimmjow purred even though he didn't take off the ring, Ichigo whimpering as a tear escaped.

"It'll be over just as soon as you give in," Grimmjow assured him, Ichigo opening his eyes even though they were covered by the blindfold. No matter what he did, he wouldn't give in.

Ichigo panted, drool having dried and started again to slide down the side of his mouth, the gag having yet to be removed. Grimmjow was between his legs, his tongue sliding over his anus. Ichigo did not know how long it had been but his body ached from pleasure that was slowly becoming pain, his cock and stomach starting to hurt from not being able to release. He arched with a gasp when Grimmjow inserted a finger into him, his breath warm on his stomach as he pushed it farther inside him.

Unwilling to give in, Ichigo had endured more than he thought was possible, and the more he resisted the more aggressive Grimmjow got. Bruises covered his body and whip marks covered his chest, legs, and arms, his torso having been avoided. He could feel blood seep down his skin and even feel some dry blood as it became sticky and disgusting on his skin. He had healed only for wounds to be reopened and to be so close to release only be denied. Yet he couldn't find the will to give in, or give way to his anger. He would never be able to forgive Grimmjow for what he did to his people.

Ichigo arched with a muffled groan when Grimmjow thrusted into him, his entire body shaking. Drugs had been used earlier and his body was still very much sensitive and hot, so the intrusion to his body had only added to the heat, Ichigo only able to shake.

"I admire your spirit," Grimmjow husked into his ear as he thrusted into him, Ichigo biting down onto the gag as he released choked moans, tears wetting the blindfold.

"Just give in," Grimmjow whispered into his ear, Ichigo arching as he shook his head frantically.

'I won't!' he yelled in his head, pulling on the chains with a muffled sob when he thrusted deep and pressed against his sweet spot.

'I won't!' he yelled again in his head, the chains creaking.

Grimmjow dug his fingers into his hips as he thrusted harder and deeper, Ichigo screaming behind the gag when he came dry, becoming light headed.

"Give in," Grimmjow grunted into his ear, Ichigo sobbing as he could hardly take anymore. If he just gave in now, just at least till he could cum, it would be fine. Just for now.

Ichigo took a deep breath and nodded, hoping Grimmjow would know what he meant.

"See, that wasn't so hard was it?" Grimmjow husked into his ear, Ichigo sobbing in relief when Grimmjow removed the cock ring.

The chain's broke with a loud snap, Ichigo sobbing as he wrapped his arms around Grimmjow's neck. He thrusted deep and Ichigo's claws dug into his skin, his cock twitching.

"Cum. Cum now," Grimmjow growled into his ear, Ichigo arching against him with a muffled scream as he came, his claws digging into his shoulders. It felt unreal as if it went in slow motion, Ichigo throwing his head back as his vision turned white. The light blinded him as he released Grimmjow, falling back limply onto the bed. Grimmjow panted over him, his cum sliding down Ichigo's thighs.

Ichigo blinked his eyes when the blindfold was removed, closing his eyes when it proved to be too bright for his eyes, his eyes unable to adjust and protect him in time. The gag was removed next, Ichigo wiping the drool from the side of his mouth with the blanket, extending his wrists when Grimmjow got the key to remove the chains. Once he was fully released he couldn't find the energy to do much besides just lay there, his body shaking lightly.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Grimmjow asked him before kissing his lips, Ichigo sloppy on his part as drawing on the energy to kiss back proved difficult. He panted when they pulled apart, his eyes opening slowly.

Grimmjow looked like he still thrummed with adrenaline, his eyes almost seeming as if they were laced with electricity. He couldn't call upon his anger then, his eyes slowly closing as he became increasingly tired.

Grimmjow frowned when Ichigo fell asleep, sighing as he stood. He had expected to go for another round but knew he had already pushed Ichigo too far. The room smelled of sex and blood so much it had seemed to have set in like a heavy cloud, Grimmjow putting the many things they used away, looking to the chains and bed frame Ichigo had destroyed, sighing as he picked him up from the bed.

He didn't wake up when he cleaned the blood off of him in the bath, his arms and legs healing quickly, leaving only scars behind. Grimmjow could not feel guilt at the sight of such scars, instead feeling a sense of pride.

When he finished he brought him to his room and put him under the sheets, pulling them up to his chin. He looked up when he heard someone ring the doorbell. He threw on some clothes and hurried down the stairs, thinking it was most likely Starrk. He unlocked it and opened it only to come face to face with a gun, his eyes shifting from the gun to the person holding it but was unable to see their face, taking a step back. Before he could even utter a word the trigger was pulled and a quick jolt of pain pulsed through his chest. Grimmjow fell to the ground from the force, blood seeping onto the floor.

Ichigo sat up in bed at the sound of a gunshot, looking around frantically. He got out of the bed and threw on some sweats before running downstairs, putting a hand to his mouth when he saw an unconscious and bleeding Grimmjow at the door, the door opened as a figure ran out into the night.

Ichigo ran back to his room and got his cell phone, flipping it open as he ran back to the stairs, calling 911.

He ran down the stairs and to Grimmjow, slamming the door closed to not start a scene, looking for where he had gotten shot.

"Hello this is-"

"My lover just got shot! He's bleeding and it's not stopping!" Ichigo yelled in a panicked voice, finding where he was bleeding. He was shot in his right shoulder, the wound close to his ribs but seeming to have missed his lungs. He wanted to pray to the god's for the lack of aim the shooter had, pressing his hand against the wound to try and stop the bleeding.

"We are sending someone to you right now. Where was he shot?" the calm voice on the other line asked him, Ichigo trying to calm his breathing as he put more pressure, hearing Grimmjow groan in pain.

"The-The right shoulder, close to his ribs," he stuttered out, gritting his teeth as the loss of blood seemed to not slow.

"Is he conscious?" the person asked, Ichigo shaking his head even though they wouldn't see him.

"He's unconscious and the bleeding won't stop," Ichigo replied in a shaky voice, taking in a shaky breath as he put the phone on speaker and put it on the ground, applying pressure with both hands.

"I need you to make sure he keeps breathing alright?" the person on the other line told him, Ichigo nodding his head.

"Okay," he replied, the person telling him what to do to try and slow the breathing even though he was already doing so. Most of the floor now was covered in blood by the time the ambulance came, Ichigo on the verge of having a panic attack as they pushed him away and got to work. Ichigo fisted his hands as they get him onto the stretcher, following them to the ambulance. Starrk was in the front yard, his eyes surprisingly calm as Grimmjow passed by him on the stretcher. Many people had came out of their houses and stared on, Starrk guiding him to his car so he wouldn't be questioned by anybody. Ichigo's hands were shaking, covered in Grimmjow's blood as he stared out the window, Starrk following the ambulance to the hospital. It was quiet, neither one seeming to keen on talking at the moment. Not even words would be able to comfort him.

Starrk ordered Ichigo to go to the bathroom and wash his hands, talking to the police who had came there for answers. Ichigo shook, his ears standing straight as his tail flared out like he had been shocked, scrubbing his hands till they were red to get the blood off. When he finished and had collected himself as much as he could before he left the bathroom and returned to Starrk who didn't seem to happy being interrogated by the cops.

"Ichigo Kurosaki?" one of the cops asked when he saw him, Ichigo nodding. They interrogated him about everything, growing a tad frustrated when he couldn't identify the shooter. They left once they had what they wanted, Ichigo sitting next to Starrk who looked for once not on the verge of sleep, Ichigo too worried to be mad at him. He put his head in his hands, wishing at the moment tears would build in his eyes but they didn't. He couldn't cry as he sat back, his hands falling to his lap, his left leg bouncing rapidly as he became impatient and scared.

Starrk appeared calm but also very disturbed, crossing his arms over his chest, not even sparing Ichigo a glance. Ichigo swallowed, sitting back as he let out a deep breath. They waited for what seemed like hours, Ichigo looking to the clock every five minutes as his fidgeting only increased till he couldn't even sit anymore, pacing or leaning against the wall, Starrk watching him but saying nothing.

"Ichigo Kurosaki and Coyote Starrk?" a man in a white coat asked after a good four hours, Ichigo looking to him the same time Starrk did.

"Is Grimmjow alright?" Ichigo asked, the doctor giving him a smile.

"He is in ICU at the moment. He did very well," the doctor told them, pulling out a folder.

"The bullet just barely missed his right subclavian artery and had severed a vein, which would explain his extreme loss of blood. He is ensured to survive this though and will be fully recovered in not time," the doctor told him, Ichigo letting out a deep relieved breath as Starrk relaxed.

"Is he awake?" Ichigo asked, the doctor shaking his head.

"He had lost a lot of blood, he will need lots of rest," the doctor told him, Ichigo nodding sadly.

"I would suggest you go home for now. We will inform you if he shows any signs of consciousness," the doctor told them, Ichigo sighing but nodding in understanding.

Starrk took him to his place which was rather empty, letting him get the bed while he slept on the couch. While Starrk fell asleep easily after making a few calls Ichigo could not really make anything of, all Ichigo could do was lay there. He couldn't sleep.

He tossed and turned but sleep never took him, Ichigo sighing as he looked to the sun that just began to rise. That's right, it had just been pushing one when all of this started. Ichigo sighed, sitting up as he looked to the door. He went to the bathroom to bathe, feeling as if he was still covered in Grimmjow's blood. He scrubbed his skin till it was red, the water scorching hot and burning him, Ichigo gritting his teeth as he scrubbed harder. Once he couldn't scrub anymore Ichigo just sat there, the water just starting to cool. He sighed, running his hand through his hair.

He didn't know what to do now. He bit his lip as thought back to all the blood that surrounded his body, his almost lifeless body reminding him of his mother. The murder had knocked him unconscious and his mother had fought tooth and nail to protect him, but in the end she was stabbed then raped, her body mutilated, her face twisted into such an expression of pain he couldn't recognize. He had cried next to her body till someone saw them and called the ambulance. But it had been too late.

Her blood had stained a side of his face from where he had placed it and was so strong that he had never forgot the scent, the same way he feared he would never forget Grimmjow's. He looked up when Starrk knocked on the door, slinking a little more into the tub.

"Grimmjow's awake."

Ichigo walked into Grimmjow's room hesitantly, his breath stopping when he saw him. He was sitting up, and besides looking a little ruffled and tired he seemed fine, like the incident never happened. The bandage on his shoulder spoke other wise. Finally he felt he would cry, his bottom lip trembling as he ran to his bed, Grimmjow looking from the nurse to him. Ichigo jumped onto the bed and scared the hell out of the nurse who told him in a panicky voice to not reopen the wound. Ichigo could hardly care as he hugged him, Starrk standing by the door as Ichigo sobbed out words that made no sense.

Grimmjow seemed to be at a loss of words, the nurse sighing once she realized her attempts at removing him failed.

"Ichigo," Grimmjow said with a frown, Ichigo looking up to him as the nurse left, Starrk following her, giving them their privacy.

"Why are you crying?" Grimmjow asked, pushing him away slightly with his uninjured arm.

"I was fucken scared!" Ichigo yelled as he wiped away his tears though they just continued to fall.

"There was blood everywhere and it wouldn't stop and I was so scared!" Ichigo said in shaky gasps, Grimmjow shaking his head.

"I've been through worse Ichigo. This is nothing," Grimmjow told him, Ichigo sniffling as he met his eyes.

"For you it is! I-I thought I was going to lose you and I-I didn't know what to do," Ichigo stuttered out, more tears falling down his cheeks. He couldn't even feel ridiculous for how he acted with the relief that was put his veins, rising up and kissing him.

Grimmjow seemed surprised but melted into it, Ichigo giving him everything he could into that kiss. Ichigo pulled away and smiled like an idiot, laughing happily as he placed his forehead against his. Grimmjow didn't seem completely sure as to why Ichigo acted the way he did but welcomed it. His shoulder burned but most of the pain was dulled by the pills they gave him, Grimmjow tired as fuck and just wanting to go back to sleep. But Ichigo wasn't to keen on letting him, staying with him till the visiting hours were over and Starrk took him to his place. An investigation he told him was underway seeing as how the cops would get nowhere. Aizen was not to happy that one of his employees were attacked, even though he probably didn't even really care. Grimmjow sighed when he was finally alone, resting against the stiff bed.

Getting shot was the least of his worries.