Chapter 10

Author's note: I'm tired.

Ichigo took in a sharp breath when Nnoitra looked to him.

"The verdict please?"

Ichigo looked to the jury, his bottom lip sucked between his teeth.

A lady dressed in a gray suit stood up.

"We find Nnoitra Gilga, under the count of for sexual assault and rape of Ichigo Kurosaki and nine other's, guilty."

Ichigo swallowed thickly.

"Under the count of second degree murder, we find Nnoitra Gilga, guilty."

Nnoitra's grin grew.

"Under the count of manslaughter, we find Nnoitra Gilga, guilty."

Ichigo sighed in relief and sat down, his hands shaking as his lawyer put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing firmly.

He walked away, Ichigo looking up. He froze when he saw Nnoitra advance towards him, sitting back in fear.

Two cops ran up, grabbing his wrists but they couldn't take him away before Ichigo could hear his final words.

"Ima come for you," he chuckled, the cops pulling harder on his wrists, Nnoitra taking a step back but seeming unfazed.

"Ima rape you again and again."

Ichigo's eyes were wide with fright, his body frozen.

"Ima kill Grimmjow and make you watch!" he cackled maniacally, Ichigo's body shaking as he was finally pulled away by four cops, Nnoitra laughing loudly, a shiver running through everyone in the room.

Ichigo held back a shiver when he looked to him, his grin ever present.

He had been sentenced to thirty years in prison, Ichigo not feeling the time alone was enough. He wanted him dead.

He got up though, limping to Grimmjow who walked briskly to him, hugging him tightly, kissing his forehead.

"You did good beau," he whispered, Ichigo smiling into his chest. He pulled away, sighing.

"Wanna go celebrate?" Grimmjow asked, Ichigo shaking his head, still slightly shaking.

"I just want to go home," he replied, not feeling he had the energy to do any celebrating. A five month old case just came to it's end, at the last thing Ichigo wanted to do was party about it. Sleep sounded way better.

Grimmjow grinned, looking over his shoulder as Isshin walked up to them, Yuzu and Karin next to him. They both looked tired, this court stuff obviously not appealing to them.

"I wanna go home," Karin grumbled, Isshin grinning as he hugged his son.

"You did good," he told him, Ichigo holding him tighter before letting him go.

"Mr. Kurosaki?" Isshin looked to Grimmjow, nodding.

"May I take your son out for a date?" he asked, Isshin looking to Ichigo who grinned in an almost pleading manner.

Isshin sighed.

"Fine, but have him home by sundown," he ordered, Grimmjow standing straight with a serious frown.

"Yes sir," he replied, Isshin snorting before turning away, Yuzu and Karin following after him.

"I told you I wanted to go home," Ichigo pointed out blankly, Grimmjow nodding as he relaxed.

"That's why you are coming over to my place," he told him, Ichigo shaking his head but following obediently.

They left the large establishment, Ichigo shaking away his fear as his cold skin was warmed by the bright rays of the sun.

He sighed in contentment and relief, but even so, a small shiver crawled up his spine.

He looked over his shoulder, but there was only the building.

"Ichigo!" Grimmjow called, Ichigo looking back to him, realizing he had stopped in his advancement down the large stairway that led up to the courthouse.

He shook his head, quickly advancing down and to Grimmjow's side, taking his hand when he offered it.

Holding hands was awkward for him but he kind of liked it, letting go of Grimmjow's hand when they got to his car, Ichigo waiting till he unlocked it before pulling open the door and hopping in, slamming it to cut off the presence he felt. Once he took a deep whiff of the interior of the car that smelled strongly like Grimmjow and felt the seats warmth, the presence evaporated.

He sighed deeply, resting against the seat as he let his eyes close in a moment of bliss.

When Grimmjow got in and closed his door, Ichigo looked to him drowsily, his fatigue catching up with him.

"Can I sleep?" he asked groggily, Grimmjow chuckling as he put the key in the ignition.

"Sure, but don't get mad when I wake you," he told him before buckling up, Ichigo sighing as he did the same.

He rested his head against the seat, his heavy eyelids finally shutting with the promise of slumber.

Grimmjow looked to Ichigo, his lips hiking up into a small smile when he saw he had already fallen asleep.

His smile fell.

When Nnoitra had went close to him earlier, he had saw how he had froze up, like he was incapable of fighting back. Grimmjow tightened his hand on the wheel.

He was going to make sure he would never do that again. He didn't want Ichigo afraid of anyone, even Grimmjow himself.

He let out a deep breath, forcing himself to loosen his knuckle white grip on the wheel.

He was going to make him happy again, even if he lost him as a beau.

For him, that was worth it.

Grimmjow pulled up into his driveway after a long fifteen minute drive, sighing as he turned the car off. Ichigo awoke from the sudden stop, his eyes opening sluggishly. He yawned wide, stretching out before hissing, Grimmjow frowning.

"It still hurts that bad?" he asked, Ichigo shaking his head.

"It just gets sore from time to time, I'm fine," he claimed, Grimmjow nodding but not really believing him. They got out and this time they didn't stop for a tour, heading straight for Grimmjow's room.

"Can I see your pictures again?" Ichigo asked as he closed the door behind him, Grimmjow loosening his tie, looking over to Ichigo with a frown.

"Why?" he asked, Ichigo snorting as he took his seat on the couch this time. He breathed in, taking in the scent of the room.

It was purely… Grimmjow.

He sighed in pleasure, getting comfortable.

"Because I asked," he finally replied, Grimmjow rolling his eyes even though his lips pulled up into a smirk.

He discarded his blazer, throwing it onto his bed before getting his box of photo's, Ichigo rising up, his legs crossed indian style.

"Here," Grimmjow grunted as he passed it to him, Ichigo taking it like it was a newborn baby, Grimmjow snorting at his act of gentleness.

He went to his closet to change to something else, Ichigo quick to dig into the piles of photos.

They were all done to perfection, Ichigo holding one up of a swan. It's wings were outstretched, it's head turned as it used it's beak to clean it's wings. It's neck appeared fragile but at the same time strong, Ichigo expecting to look up at him any moment.

"This type of thing happens within a span of less than a minute, how did you catch it?" Ichigo asked as Grimmjow walked from the confines of his closet dressed in sweats and a wife beater. He frowned, walking up to Ichigo, resting his arms on the head rest.

"I just happened to take it at the right time," he replied, Ichigo humming in understanding. He had those spare few moments too, though his pictures never came out this good.

He was caught off guard when his chin was taken between soft fingers and lips suddenly touched against his, his eyebrows furrowing as he loosened his grip on the photo. He took in a deep, noisy breath through his nose before pulling away, shaking his head.

"No," was the only word he managed to get out before lips touched against his again, the picture falling from his hand and back into the box. He shifted, the box of photos sliding over his thighs and onto the ground, Ichigo touching a hand to Grimmjow's cheek as he rose up, putting less strain on his neck. He pulled away again when Grimmjow's hand slid up his shirt, his cold fingers brushing over his scar.

"I don't think I can do this," he whispered, Grimmjow smiling before pecking his lips.

"We don't have too," he replied before kissing him deeply, Ichigo sighing into the kiss when his frayed nerves calmed. He was still nervous though, he wasn't used to having such an intimate moment with a man.

And his last encounter hadn't been one he cared to think back on…

He gasped when cold fingers brushed against his nipple, Ichigo pulling away completely. He hadn't even realized his hand had gotten that far, getting off of the couch completely.

"G-Grimm-" he winced at his quivering voice, a small gasp escaping his throat when a hand interlocked with his, pulling him into a hard chest.

Ichigo fought for a second before relaxing in his embrace, his eyes closed as he pressed his face into his chest.

Thump thump.

Ichigo's eyes snapped open at the sound of Grimmjow's heartbeat, the sound heavy but fast. Ichigo instantly calmed, looking up to Grimmjow who pulled him closer.

"I'm not Nnoitra, Ichigo," he whispered, Ichigo swallowing as a feeling of guilt and sadness bled into his heart.

"I know it will be hard," he whispered, Ichigo closing his eyes as he relaxed against him, listening to the sound of his heart.

Thump thump.

"I want to show you what it's really like, Ichigo. We don't have to have sex, but this one thing I want you to feel, the truth of it," Grimmjow whispered, Ichigo shivering against him.

Thump thump.

"A-Alright," he finally breathed, Grimmjow holding him tighter before releasing him, Ichigo swallowing thickly as his fingers lightly grasped his chin, encouraging him to look up. Ichigo took in a deep breath when soft lips pressed against his, the kiss chaste, almost experimental in a way.

Ichigo shivered when a Grimmjow pulled away slightly, his tongue touching his bottom lip. Ichigo swallowed before parting his lips, gasping when his tongue slipped into his mouth.

His thumb lightly pressed into his jaw before rubbing the lax muscle, his tongue carrying a minty flavor, Ichigo wondering if he had even ate anything that morning.

The thought was short lived when the tongue touched against his, lightly probing the dormant tongue into awakeness to play. Hands pushed off his blazer, Ichigo shivering as cold air rushed through his thin button up shirt.

Ichigo felt his legs become weak, his hand rising up hesitantly, placing itself on Grimmjow's shoulder. It slowly slid up to his neck then his cheek, Ichigo letting out a soft gasp when his teeth latched onto his tongue softly before it was sucked into Grimmjow's mouth, Ichigo becoming dizzy as his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

He chest was rising and falling rapidly when Grimmjow pulled away, a low groan escaping Ichigo's throat when his teeth latched onto his bottom lip. He pulled away slowly before letting his bottom lip go, letting it snap back against his teeth.

Ichigo opened his eyes.

"What did you just do?" he whispered breathlessly, Grimmjow chuckling softly against his lips.

"I kissed you," he replied, Ichigo shivering at his low octave.

Something wasn't right he knew but… it felt good.

He resealed their lips shyly, wrapping his arms around Grimmjow's neck, having to rise up to his tippy toes to do so. He breathed in through his nose, their kiss becoming more hungry and desperate. Ichigo gasped when Grimmjow began to lead him backwards, his knees bending when his calves touched the bed. He fell down onto the bed, Grimmjow careful as he laid over him, casting a shadow over Ichigo's smaller frame.

He pulled away from the passionate kiss, panting even though either had yet to be touched.

"Ichigo," he whispered, honey brown eyes opening, now a dark brown.

Grimmjow swallowed thickly.

"Can I suck…" he didn't finish his sentence though, Ichigo's cheeks becoming a deep shade of red.

Though he was nervous he felt like this was another step to be conquered, looking into Grimmjow's eyes before nodding shyly.

He closed his eyes when once again cold fingers slid over his stomach, his shirt slowly unbuttoned. He was panting from excitement and slight fear when soft lips pressed against his cheek, the scar no longer strikingly visible. His chest rose and fell quickly as Grimmjow kissed his neck then his collarbone, Ichigo fisting and relaxing his hand rhythmically.

His other hand still had a some what of a hard time doing things, but the thought was unimportant to him as a cold hand slid down his chest and stomach, warm lips and a hot tongue trailing a path after it.

He took in a sharp breath when his hand glided over his ribs, his body jolting just slightly from the contact.

His eyebrows furrowed.

"Do that again," he breathed, taking in another sharp breath when his hand glided over his sensitive ribs, shivering pleasure traveling up his spine. He gasped when lips pressed against his belly button and a hot, wet tongue flicked against his protruding belly button, a knot he knew well forming in his stomach.

He held in his breath when fingers skimmed over his groin, pressing lightly into the bulge there.

"Grimm-"

"Sh," Grimmjow hushed , Ichigo biting his lip as he pressed firmer, his eyelids fluttering in pleasure. He shifted his hips when the hand lifted, Ichigo gripping the sheets when sleek fingers unbuttoned his pants. He turned his head away, taking in quick harsh breaths as the zipper was pulled down, Grimmjow reaching into his jeans.

Ichigo bit back a moan when long fingers traveled through his small patch of hair before they wrapped around his cock. He shivered when he was pulled from his constricting confines, groaning when Grimmjow 's breath wafted over the head of his sensitive cock.

"Do you trust me?"

Ichigo's brain was slow but when the words finally registered he forced his eyes to open, rising up onto his elbows to look down to Grimmjow.

He thought that was a rather weird question to ask at a time like this but the thought was short lived when he saw the desperation and guilt in his eyes, Ichigo frowning, chewing on his bottom lip.

"Yes," he finally replied, the response sounding a lot weaker than he had intended. Grimmjow smiled in relief, looking down to Ichigo's semi-erect member.

Ichigo let his head fall back as his lips finally wrapped around his member.

Grimmjow looked up to Ichigo as he took the head into his mouth, blood rushing to the member, the organ hardening in his hand to full erectness within seconds. Grimmjow smirked against the sum in his mouth, sucking gently at first, letting Ichigo get used to such a stimulus.

He tasted clean, Grimmjow humming in appreciation.

When he had Ichigo falling against the sheets and mewling he lowered himself, saliva sliding down his member and pooling around the base.

He sucked harder, slurping loudly as he bobbed his head, mainly stimulating the first few inches while his hand pumped the rest. Ichigo didn't seem to mind, his soft mewls becoming panting gasps, his hand unconsciously sliding into his hair. Grimmjow didn't mind though, sucking harder as he rose up to the head, pulling away before tonguing the slit, Ichigo arching with a low groan.

Grimmjow returned to his earlier act, bobbing his head slowly a few times before removing his hand and relaxing his throat, deep throating him. Ichigo moaned but he quickly cut it, Grimmjow raising an eyebrow. He swallowed around his member, earning another moan that was once again cut off.

He rose up, grabbing the member by it's base, flicking his tongue beneath the sensitive tissue of the head, Ichigo tightening his hand in his hair. Grimmjow winced from the pain but didn't comment, taking the member once again fully into his mouth.

Ichigo couldn't cut off his moan this time, the long, deep note resounding in his room like a tuned violin, Grimmjow shivering with a moan of his own. This earned him a whimper, Grimmjow rising up and taking hold of it again, licking every inch of it.

Ichigo was softly bucking his hips now, Grimmjow pressing his other hand to his hip, keeping him still.

Ichigo groaned in protest so Grimmjow got back to work, trying to keep him distracted from the hand that was holding him down so he wouldn't choke him.

Ichigo felt his peak rise higher and higher, sounds he couldn't control falling from his lips. His eyes were closed tight, his mouth open, the moans and gasps of pleasure he tried to hold in falling out uncontrollably. He arched in pleasure as his orgasm grew closer, Ichigo trying to prolong it as long as possible.

"Ima rape you again and again!"

Ichigo arched with a gasp, his brows furrowing as thoughts and memories spilled into his mind.

"uYou're a filthy bitch, enjoying it when someone rapes you."

Ichigo tightened his hand in Grimmjow's hair, raising his knees as his body was on the verge of releasing.

"Ima kill Grimmjow and make you watch!"

Ichigo screamed out his orgasm, tears building in his eyes and spilling over. He kicked Grimmjow away, his body shaking as a sob escaped his throat, pressing his back against the wall as he stared at Grimmjow with eyes of fright.

Grimmjow rubbed his sore shoulder, looking up to Ichigo with a frown. It quickly went away though when he saw the tears, Grimmjow rising up, wiping the cum from his chin.

"Ichigo?" he called softly, Ichigo staring at him with frightful eyes, seeming to be stuck in a dream.

"Ichigo it's me, it's Grimmjow," he soothed as he got onto the bed slowly, Ichigo's bottom lip shaking as he stared at him in disbelief.

"I'm here, Ichigo. I'm here," Grimmjow whispered, the mist in Ichigo's eyes rising. He reached forward, Grimmjow taking his hand with a small smile.

"I'm here," he whispered, Ichigo's eyes shimmering with tears as he let himself be pulled into his embrace, his body shaking in his arms. Ichigo looked down when he felt a hot hardness against his stomach, seeing Grimmjow's erection pushing against his confines almost angrily.

"Grimmjow," he breathed, Grimmjow pulling away with a sheepish grin.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, Ichigo looking back to it, reaching for it. Grimmjow grabbed his hand, swallowing down a disappointed groan when he stopped what he wanted so badly.

He knew Ichigo wasn't ready for that though, and even though it pained him mentally, and physically, he was going to wait for him. Even though it felt he would die in the end.

"No, no don't," he said a little breathlessly, Ichigo frowning but pulling his hand back.

"Are you going to be alright?" he asked, Grimmjow nodding a tad stiffly.

"We should probably be getting you home now," he stated, Ichigo sighing but agreeing. Grimmjow's erection went ignored as they fixed themselves, Grimmjow grabbing his keys before they went downstairs.

"Your father said to call him," his butler told him as he opened the door for them, Grimmjow nodding.

He was secretly hoping he hadn't heard what had happened, but kept his thoughts to himself.

He drove Ichigo home a good half hour early, Ichigo wide awake now. They remained silent though, Grimmjow stopping his car in front of his home.

"When are you coming back to school?" he asked as Ichigo unbuckled, brown eyes locking with his.

"Not for another week," he told him, Grimmjow sighing. That would be the start of a new term, and though Ichigo will be behind, he was just glad he had the guts to still attend.

"Grimmjow?" He hummed in response.

Ichigo bit his bottom lip before leaning in slowly, Grimmjow's entire body relaxing when his sweet lips pressed against his. The kiss was short lived, Grimmjow stuck with neck outstretched, Ichigo getting out quickly before closing the door behind him.

Grimmjow sighed as he watched to make sure he made it inside, his member pulsing in a way to remind him he was still there.

He took the gear out of park and put it into reverse when Ichigo got inside, sighing as he backed out. He would deal with it later.

Author's note: Finally something productive. Jk but anyway, this is my first story that I have ever waited this long to include any type of sexual acts. I am rather impatient I know and just want to get straight to it, but hey, a change of course has really taught me something.