Quiet Protector

Chapter Eleven

Contracts and Protocol

Imelda looked up and nodded as Kira and Hisagi came into the room with Ichigo. She nodded to him as he distinctly avoided her gaze. Narcisse had just left a second ago, barely missing them.

"Welcome, sit, please," she said, gesturing to the seats in front of her.

Kira sat and pulled Ichigo to sit beside him. He was still looking off from the recent incident. The sedative hadn't entirely worn off and he was still somewhat lethargic. Hisagi, as well, was flushed still and looked like he was fuming.

"Something has happened to disturb you," she said and looked between them.

Hisagi shook his head. "This stupid fucking bitch at this store and her asshole of a security guard tried to get Ichi to go in the back, claiming they wanted to 'help' him from being abused. He had a panic and we had to give him some of the stuff," he said and reached over to put one hand on Ichigo's knee.

Imelda sighed deeply. "I'm afraid that such things are unavoidable. I usually shop online. Sales people in the upscale stores are too uppity for my liking, and generally, I gain attention," she said and gestured to her large breasts. "I don't wear revealing things in daily life, of course, but still, people are often rude and forgetful of personal space."

Kira nodded and grabbed Ichigo's hand in his and smiled at him. "But we got through it, and now we're here," he said and nodded to her.

"Very well, now, let's begin. Normally, a person does not take on a sub like this," she said, glancing between them. "Normally, there is a period where a Dominant and submissive spend time together, build the relationship, possibly using a temporary collar to indicate their current attachment, but nothing formal. There may be an initial agreement or contract, but nothing as detailed as a Consideration. Think of that as a dating phase of the relationship. Now, the next phase, the one where we are beginning, is the Consideration phase. Because we know that Ichigo needs this desperately and now, we will do this. The consideration period should not be less than four to six months, and then the submissive should decide if they desire a permanent collar. They usually choose their own for the permanent collar, while the Dominant usually chooses the consideration collar."

"So, the collars are literal and symbolic," Hisagi said thoughtfully.

"They are. They show possession of the submissive to others. A collared submissive should not be approached by unattached Dominants, and if they are, there are definite consequences. Now, in cases of a poly group, there are different ways to handle it. I'm understanding from everything we've done so far that you wish to share ownership of Ichigo?"

"I'm not sure I'm comfortable with the word owner," Kira said, squeezing Ichigo's hand. "I mean, I don't…"

"The term is not used for the reasons that you feel uncomfortable with it," Imelda said and smiled gently at him. "You must understand, the submissive wants, no really needs, to feel owned. The word in common thinking is negative, as we think of owning people as slaves in the sense of the slaves of our past. This type of ownership is different. This ownership is desired and agreed upon. Think, if you will, that you feel alone and unwanted in the world. You have no firm grounded, and you believe that nothing in the world is right for you. However, when someone reaches out and says that you belong to them, you feel like you have purpose. This is more than just simply telling somewhat what to do. This is protecting, nurturing, and loving," she said and saw that Ichigo's eyes were starting to look less sleepy.

Kira nodded. "Okay, alright, I guess…" he muttered.

"Contract is what we are here for, and this is essential to the health of Ichigo's relationship with you two. Now, I've gone through all of your lists and I've got a good idea of what your wants are, and Ichigo's of course. So now we sit down and decide what goes into this Consideration contract. Because of the situation I am an intermediary out of necessity. I will oversee your training, and I will make sure the contract and protocols are adhered to, and there is a clause in the contract that allows Ichigo to at any time contact me and make changes to this contract," she said as she pulled a laptop from under the desk and opened it.

Hisagi was a little overwhelmed. "This sounds so formal."

"It is to keep everyone safe and happy," she said and flipped through the papers. "It would seem that there are some areas that you will have to adjust a bit for Ichigo's needs. This is normal. There are certain things that Ichigo has indicated that he wishes that neither of you indicated you wanted. Now, I will have to find out why this is, whether it is a hard limit, or if it is simply something you are afraid to engage in because of Ichigo's experience. Those will be different, because if it isn't a hard limit, we need to explore ways to fill his needs."

Ichigo felt his mind somewhat coming back into focus as the sedative started to wear off. He looked up and back down, unsure of what he was supposed to do.

"Alright, first things first, Ichigo, we are in a contract meeting. What this means is that protocols do not apply and you may speak freely without repercussions from either of your Dominants. Do you understand this?" she asked him.

Ichigo swallowed and looked up. "Okay," he said finally. "I…I'm not sure what I'm supposed to say."

Imelda smiled again. "I know, love. Let's go forward. Now, on your papers you indicated some very strong needs you wanted filled. I would like to hear from you why you believe to have them, and if they are from Master Black's treatment, or if they are your own needs. Either is fine, of course, but understand that they may change over time if they are from recovering from Master Black's treatment."

"Okay, I understand," he said and bit down on his lip.

"Go ahead, dear. Here," she said and handed the listing to him.

Ichigo's hand shook a little and he looked between Kira and Hisagi. "Okay, um, I…I want the bindings. Like when I sleep and all the time. I want to feel something against me," he said and nodded. "I like…I know it's weird, but I like knowing the consequences and all the rules for everything. I don't like not knowing what is going to happen. I…I hated when the rules seemed to change with my uncle, and with Master Black it was nice that I didn't have to wonder what was going to happen."

"That's fair," Imelda said. "You said you liked some of the punishments on the list. Tell me, what in particular do you feel you should receive things like punishments for?"

Ichigo glanced nervously between the two of them. "I just…I like…I don't know. Whatever they want. I don't mind a lot of the stuff that Master Black did, not really, but it was just that it was too much and too fast," he said with a sigh. "I mean, the flogs were nice, sometimes, depending on what they were. I didn't like the crops or the canes."

"So you like thuddy play," Imelda said with a nod.

"Thuddy?" Hisagi asked with a frown.

Imelda nodded. "Generally with flogging, there are two main types, thuddy and stingy. Think of the type of impact something makes when it hits something else. I'll show you the basics of flogging soon, but things like crops and canes leave a very distinct stinging sensation on the skin. Thuddy flogs will be more on the impact side rather than the stinging of the skin. Thing of the difference between slapping your hands together and punching a fist into the other hand. One stings, one has a thudding impact. That's perhaps the simplistic way to explain it.

"Ah," Kira said with a nod.

"Go on," she said and glanced back at Ichigo.

"Um, I like the soft touchy things," he said. "Just…Master Black he didn't really do them. I saw the others…and it looked nice."

Imelda thought for a moment and tried to understand what exactly he meant by soft touchy things. "Do you mean sensation play things? Like wax, lotions, wheels, and the like?"

Ichigo nodded a bit. "Yeah, and…and…" he started but when red in the face.

Imelda rolled her eyes. "And the sexual interactions?"

Ichigo swallowed. "I…I…I kinda liked some of it…like if he didn't try to make it hurt me," he said softly. "But I don't know because he never did anything that made me feel good. So I guess I don't know until…until I do things again," he said and glanced down again.

"Okay, then in the contract, we'll indicate that sexual activity is a soft limit, and to be used only with care, would that be acceptable?" Imelda asked. Ichigo nodded and she began to type into the form.

"Now, protocols, Izuru, Shūhei, these will be mostly for you to determine and Ichigo to approve or not. These are the rules, if you will, that you will set for Ichigo to abide by. You've heard that he likes to know for sure what is going to happen, so these will have to be very specific," she said and looked between them. "Protocol goes as far as you wish it to go. Bedroom only, or all the time. Ichigo, the first question about protocol is for you." Ichigo looked up at her with widened eyes. "How much control do you wish for them to have? Do you wish it to be only exhibited in 'scenes', or arranged times that you will become submissive, or all the time, including in the outside world? This is called a total power exchange, which Master Black used a type of, called a limitless slave arrangement. He did it incorrectly and without a contract, however."

Ichigo looked down. "That's fine. The whole thing, that's fine. At least for now, I just…I need to know what to expect."

Imelda nodded. "Alright, then, what sort of protocols will you have in place? These are things that you will expect done that when they are not done will garner a punishment."

Izuru glanced at Shūhei. "I…I don't even know what it would be…"

"Okay, with this type of relationship, it could be mundane things. Will you want him to have assigned tasks around the home? Will he walk beside you or behind you? Will there be restrictions on him as far as where he goes and who he sees? Will you insist on anything like chastity devices? Will you have set rituals for each day?" She said with a looked at both of them.

"That makes it seem like he really is a slave…" Kira said with a concerned face.

"It is what he has requested, structure, Izuru. That's what he desires. The structure and expected consequences," she said with a soft look at them.

"Um, I guess…um…maybe cleaning the kitchen after meals?" Shūhei said as he looked between them. "I mean, Izzy cooks most the time, but that could be something that he could help with and know what to do…"

Kira nodded. "Okay, and no chastity devices, Master Black used them and I don't think he liked them."

Ichigo shook his head. "N-not really…"

"I guess you know, making the bed could be another one. And making sure his school stuff is all done. So, like no grades less than a B would be fair…" Kira said thoughtfully. "Um, taking care of himself will be a big thing, so care routines, managing his anxiety and the knee issues, so no skipping appointments or medicines. I think he should be able to see anyone he wishes, with the understanding that we know where he is all the time. Have check ins while he's away from us."

Imelda typed a bit and looked over to them. "Now, what is your choice for what he will call you both?"

Kira and Hisagi exchanged a loot. Kira shook his head. "I'm…not sure."

"Sir and Master are the most common, with Daddy, Owner, and variations are also common," she said.

Kira noted the flinch in Ichigo when she said the word Master. "Not Master," Kira said. "I mean, Sir is okay, but I want him to decide what to call us."

"Very well, I'll indicate Sir as an option for now, and amending later for a more permanent choice," she said and typed it in. "Now, do you have a name you will use for Ichigo? And any that you don't wish to use?"

"Not slave," Shūhei said. "And nothing degrading," he added, glancing at Kira.

Imelda smiled. "There are lots of options and they can change depending on situation. We'll for now indicate those that will not be used. Ichigo, which names would you prefer not to have your Sirs use?"

Ichigo swallowed. "Um, Slave…s-slut…that kind of thing. Um, but that's it."

Imelda nodded and typed in a few things. "Alright, so what I've done for this consideration period is indicated the hard limits that each of you indicated. I've indicated Ichigo's needs, and I've indicated the things that are yet to be worked through. There is a matter of what is considered scene names. So names that are used between you three and while you are among others. For instance, Aizen's name of Black, mine of Cybelle."

Shūhei frowned, thinking for a bit. "Um, let's see…"

"Storm Reaper," Kira said with a smirk at him. "You got that thing for storms and wanting to sit in the middle of them, and the whole death thing you went through for a while."

"We don't talk about my emo phase," Shūhei muttered but nodded. "Okay. I like it. Now what about you…." He said thoughtfully. "I got it. Penance. Penance…um…yeah. Since you want to make everyone be responsible for their actions and stuff."

Kira stared at him. "Okay, I…I guess that works. And Ichi-ai?" he said looking at him.

Ichigo shrugged. "He never called me anything that wasn't those bad things," he said softly.

"Kurosaki," Kira muttered. "Kuro means black," he said thoughtfully, but saw the immediate reaction to it. "How about…Nightfall?" he asked thoughtfully.

Ichigo looked at him. "Um, I guess…"

"Do you like it or not?" he asked with a smile.

Ichigo shrugged. "Kinda…"

Shūhei smirked. "Twilight."

Ichigo looked at him and nodded. "That's…that's nice…"

"There, then, we've got it," Kira said. "So now what do we do?"

Imelda printed the contract out and handed them each a copy. "Read over it, and if you agree, sign all three, you'll have a copy, I'll have a copy, and the last one will be for Ichigo."

A few moments later, they had gotten all of that taken care of and Ichigo looked a bit out of sorts still. "Are you okay?"

Ichigo nodded. "Yeah, I just…I'm just coming out of the sedative stuff..."

Imelda smiled at them. "Alright, now I will caution you. Before we have a chance to work on techniques, I highly recommend that neither of you attempt anything that might hurt your sub. Feel free to explore other things, if he finds himself ready to do so. And as a present for you, I will have tags for you each crafted with your names one them. Ichigo's of course will be for his collar. Now, he should have two types of collars, a discreet one and a scene collar. The same with the cuffs. Here's an address to a place that sells both. I would like you to go there and choose these. Now, this isn't a permanent collar, so don't worry a lot about that."

She stood up and led them back into the main club where Karin and Yuzu were waiting. They jumped up and came over when they saw them. "Hey, everything go okay?" Karin asked.

"It did," Imelda said. "I will ask that you, and your father, have a good long discussion about the expectations at the home. The situation will seem a bit strange to you at first, but the idea is that your acceptance goes a long way to your brother's healing. Now, Master Penance," she said, smiling at Kira. "And Master Storm," she said and gestured to Shūhei. "You will bring Twilight with you tomorrow for your first lesson in things."

"Twilight?" Karin asked with a frown.

"In this place, your brother will be known by his scene name, as will Izuru and Shūhei. These may change, but this is what they've chosen for now. They may or may not use them at other times. I'll expect you to have both collars by tomorrow."

With that she turned and left, leaving them with a smile. They headed out to the car, and headed toward this store that she had recommended.

-oooooo-OOOOOO-oooooo-

Elysia stood outside the room where her older brother sat waiting for her to come in and talk with her. Like her brother, she cut an imposing figure. Her long hair was done in twin braids down her back almost to her waist. Her height made her stand a head over a lot of other women. She wore a simple blue dress that covered her bosom but had a shape enough to accent the curve of her wide hips. She looked up as the woman named Estrella stood beside her. "Are you ready?"

"I suppose," she said with a sigh as Estrella escorted her into the room with her brother. Her voice, like her brother, was loud and strong. She was like her brother in many ways. However, she was unlike him in the most important ways.

"Barragan." She sat down and stared across at him.

"I see you decided to grace me with your presence. Come to gloat?" he asked narrowing his eyes at her.

Elysia shook her head. "I didn't come to gloat. I came to find out just what the hell you were thinking? I know you have a thing for power plays, but to do something like this?"

"You told me to stop getting women pregnant," he said with a shrug. "I did."

"You raped someone, Barragan. This is not okay."

"I didn't know that he wasn't willing," he said with a roll of his eyes.

Elysia stood then and went around the table. "You didn't know. Did you ask?" she said glaring at him.

Barragan leaned back and eyed his sister. "No, why would I…"

She slapped him hard across the face and cutting him off. "You are not being bailed out. I'll take care of arranging things with your children about the businesses. You put yourself here. You will pay the price for your idiocy."

With that, she turned and went to the door. Estrella got up and followed her out, glancing back at the older man's shocked face. She smirked at the other woman. "Well, he looked surprised."

"I'm a very passive person," Elysia said with a sigh. "But enough is enough."

-oooooo-OOOOOO-oooooo-

Uryū groaned as he came to consciousness. He couldn't remember exactly what happened but he felt like a truck hit him. He rolled over and wondered why his bed smelled funny. It was like lavender. He didn't wash with lavender scented stuff. He blinked, seeing the cover was most definitely his. He wasn't in his bed. He sat up and looked around franticly, remembering someone grabbing him.

"Settle down, sweetie," came a voice he didn't recognize.

Uryū turned and saw someone sitting in a chair beside the bed he was on. He was thin, had pink hair, and pretty golden brown colored eyes. "Um, where…what…"

"I found some asshole trying to shoot something into your wrists. I guess you got rufied before that. So I brought you back to my place because I didn't know if it was safe to take you to the hospital considering the whole thing with your dad and all," he said as he stood up and stretched.

Uryū blinked as he saw his shirt ride up as he lifted his arms. He had a nice stomach, and a pierced belly button with a tattoo under it. It looked like a squid or something.

"Hum, whatcha looking at, sweetie?" he said with a smirk as he put his arms down.

"Uh, the tattoo you have…is that a squid?" he said, trying to look like he hadn't been staring at his belly.

He nodded and pushed his waistband on his pants down enough that Uryū could see the whole tattoo, rolling them down as far as he could without showing more than his pubic area. Uryū blushed slightly because it went all the way down with the tentacles disappearing further down.

"Oh, that's…nice…" he said and looked away.

"You wanna see the rest of it?" the strange man asked and Uryū turned and stared at him. His mouth went slightly dry though.

"Um, I…oh…who are you?" he asked, realizing that he was getting a bit hot under the collar for a guy he didn't even know.

"Szayel Granz," he said and rolled his waistband back up and sat down beside him. "And you're Uryū Ishida. Fashion, from what I hear. I'm in nursing, paramedic right now. So that's why I brought you to my place that I share with my brother," he said and pushed his glasses up his nose with a smirk.

"Ah, you know," he said with a sigh. "Everyone knows. And now he's trying to ruin my life for turning against him. I don't know what to do anymore," he said as he dropped his head into his hands.

Szayel put an arm around his back. "Hey, shush. You did what you had to do from what I hear," he said gently.

"I should have done something sooner. I should have realized…the hell that he was going through…and my best friend and all those others…" he said and felt tears welling again.

Szayel sighed and reached out to tip Uryū's face up. "Sweetie, don't do this to yourself. You are far too pretty to cry like this."

Uryū felt his face grow hot and he bit his lip. He needed something desperately, and that something was contact with someone. He needed to feel something. So when he felt his heart beating in his chest, he reached out and traced his index finger over Szayel's lips and stared wide eyed at him.

"Sweetie…" Szayel said. "Don't…please…don't play with me…" he said softly. "I don't do one night stands."

"Neither do I…" Uryū muttered and licked his lips for a second. He wanted to touch his lips with his tongue. He wanted to let him claim him. He wanted to be held and treated like a precious thing. "Maybe stupid, maybe won't last, maybe…." Uryū whispered. "But…I don't care…"

Uryū leaned toward Szayel and Szayel smirked. "Well, you are such a little minx, who would have thought it?" he muttered as he leaned in and kissed him. The kiss turned aggressive as Uryū grabbed his face and then threaded his hands into his hair.

Szayel was a little surprised, but he gave back as well as he got. Then Uryū stood up and pushed Szayel down onto the bed. He moved to straddle his lap and ground his crotch down against him. He could feel that Szayel was as interested as he was in this.

"Oh, Sweetie, you going to ride?" Szayel said with a smirk.

Uryū didn't answer just leaned down and continued to kiss him again and again. "Hmm, you have…" Uryū started.

"Side table, top drawer," Szayel muttered as Uryū crawled over the bed to it. Szayel smiled and slipped his pants off as he watched Uryū's ass. "Fuck, your ass is so cute," he muttered and before Uryū got back, he'd moved up and yanked the back of Uryū's slacks down.

Uryū gasped, having just grabbed a condom and the bottle of lube as he felt Szayel's hand slipping between his legs to grab him. He panted a moment as his fingers danced up and down the shaft. "You're all well, Sweetie," Szayel muttered and moved to grab the lube from his hand. "Let's see if we can't make the rest of you just as wet," he muttered as he coated his fingers with it.

Uryū didn't expect the sudden slide of his finger inside him but he let out a pent up moan at it and buried his face into the bed.

"Oh, listen to you. Don't bottom much, huh?" he asked. "I heard you were bi. I think maybe that's why you like to be fucked when you're with guys, huh? Like to feel someone finger your tight ass like this? Like to feel someone make you moan like bitch, don't you?'

Uryū had never thought in a million years he'd be turned on so much by someone saying such nasty things to him. But he was and he felt the second finger slide in and twist. It was fast and hard and the pain was better than anything he'd ever felt as Szayel pushed a third finger into him and started stretching him and gliding his fingers in and out of him all the way to the base of his hand. Uryū was almost nonsensical and he didn't notice the condom being pulled out of where it was clutched in his hand. He'd intended to do this on top, but Szayel had shifted them and now he was too far gone to do anything else.

"You're a little whore, aren't you?" Szayel said to him as he stroked his prostate with his fingers until Uryū felt the orgasm crash over him suddenly. He gasped out as he came hard. "Look at that mess," Szayel muttered. "I think you'll have to lick that up, nasty boy. You made such a mess, so I'll make a mess too, what do you think?"

Uryū gasped as he felt his cock hardening again rapidly. What was wrong with him? He had never been able to go twice like this, but every time he said something he felt a pang of intense arousal lance through him.

"Puh-pulease…" he muttered as Szayel ran his fingers around the rim and teased him.

"Please what?" Szayel asked and slammed his fingers into him hard. "You want me to fuck you? You want my cock in your ass, you little cock whore?" he asked in a growly voice. "Tell me what you want, are you a slut? Do you want it? What do you want?"

Uryū was dripping again as Szayel yanked his slacks the rest of the way off him. He felt him bite his ass and he whined loudly as he did it again on the other side. "What do you want, or are you a whiney little bitch that can't ask for what he wants?" he asked.

Uryū was almost beyond words at that point. "Fuck me…please…hard…" he finally managed as he received several hard thrusts from Szayel's finger. "Please…"

"You a slut, then? You going to be my slut from now on?" Szayel asked as he licked and pit at one pale cheek then the other. "You going to keep that cute little ass just for me?" he muttered and forced his pinky into the tight entrance.

"Ahh," Uryū moaned as he felt him stretch him out more. "Yes…yes…your slut…just yours…" he moaned.

"Hmm, never thought I'd have my own personal slut," Szayel muttered and pulled his hand out of him. "But I'll take you, I guess," he said and lined his cock up and slammed into him hard.

Uryū had never been taken with such aggression before but he was almost cumming again. He felt Szayel's hand reach around him and gasp his cock as he almost came just from his penetration of him.

"No, no, sluts don't cum unless they're told," Szayel said into his ear and began to bite and suck on his neck. "I'm going to mark you as my bitch," he muttered. "Then no one will touch you."

"Yes…" Uryū gasped out as Szayel leaned up again.

A few moments later, though, Uryū felt his hand in his hair and he pulled him up by his hair. He yanked him up to suck on his throat as he kept up a hard and fast rhythm. Uryū felt his was close again but he wasn't going to go, he wasn't…not until he was told to… He finally felt like he couldn't wait.

"Can't…please…" he moaned out as he felt the sharp pain of him biting him on the juncture of his neck and shoulder. "Gonna go…please…"

Szayel smiled and pulled his face around and paused buried to the hilt inside him. He locked him into a long, ravaging kiss at the angle and then threw his head forward. Uryū gasped and fell forward onto his arms and almost to his belly. Szayel began an even more punishing pace and then paused again.

"Cum, slutty little bitch," he said and Uryū nearly yelled out as he went over harder than ever. He felt Szayel's hands dig into his hips and he felt like the world was opening up and then crashing around him.

The world stuttered and moved and he blinked and was staring up into those golden brown eyes again. He panted and wondered what was supposed to happen now. He'd just suddenly decided to sleep with a guy he just met for no other reason than he needed something besides the pain in his heart. He felt Szayel stroke his hand over his head and remove his glasses. He was surprised they'd managed to stay on.

"You good?" Szayel said softly as he ran his hand down his neck where he was peppered with bites and suck marks. "Got a bit carried away…but you seemed to like it…" he said as he ran his fingers over a spot that he tilted Uryū to look at. It hadn't broken the skin, though, so he nodded. None of the hickies looked too dark, so he'd done a good job of that.

Uryū smiled and nuzzled his face into Szayel's chest. "Yeah, I don't…I don't usually sleep with someone that fast…" he whispered.

"You needed it, Sweetie. But…you know…I was serious about not really doing one night stands," Szayel said as he ran his hand down Uryū's back. "Lemme check you real quick, Sweetie," he said as he flipped Uryū to his stomach.

Uryū gasped and tried to turn over but Szayel pressed a hand to his hip as he ran his fingers over the red bites on his ass. He slipped his hand down and felt to make sure he hadn't hurt him. He knew he had enjoyed the rough treatment, but he certainly didn't want to have torn him. That would definitely mean being less likely to get him in bed again. He nodded and moved to sit up again. He pulled the cover up and over them both.

He realized that he was half asleep. Szayel kissed his forehead gently and sighed. "I'd like it if you stayed around," he said softly.

"Yeah," Uryū muttered. "I think I like being your slut," he said as he slipped into a deep sleep.

Szayel blinked and smiled a satisfied grin. There was a knock at the door and before he could say anything, Illfordt opened the door.

"Fuck, Szayel really?" Illfordt said wrinkling his nose and glaring at Szayel. "It smells like hot sex in here so bad…seriously, did you guys really just fuck? You've known him for less than a day and most of it he was unconscious!"

"Guess some guys have all the luck," he said with a smirk. "He initiated, don't look at me like that!"

"You sure he was out of the drug influence?" Illfordt said and put his hands on his hips.

"Yes, I'm sure. He was clear headed and besides, it's been over twelve hours since he was dosed. He's a slutty little thing too, surprise…" he muttered.

"Szayel…you fairy fuck…" he said and turned and left.