Pairing: Grimmichi

Plot: Ichigo had never really found an interest in sport, save martial arts, of course. He is about to know the true meaning of 'supporting your colours .

Warnings: YAOI! LEMONS! BxB! Foul Language. OOCness, my bad.

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Baring Your Colours

Part XII


'Stay with me. Please?' He punctuated the sentance with a small mewl of delight when Grimmjow slipped back by his side. Grimmjow pulled the soiled sheets out from under them and wrapped his arm around the slim waist of his pet.

He sighed with fustration when he saw Ichigo had passed out for real that time and drew the smaller body towards him. Licking away Ichigo's come from the boy's chin he wondered why the hell he had granted the shinigami his company afterwards, before he promptly fell asleep.

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He didn't flinch at the large banging that came from the central doors. He hadn't been expecting a meek knock, not from this person anyway.

'You wanted to see me, sir?'

He hadn't been expecting any use of his name either, so things were, naturally, as they should be. He remained looking out onto his domain, letting the ever agitated Espada sizzle whilst he waited. It would be good for him to calm every so often, as his ragged temper managed to lose him several subordinates and a vast amount of Las Noches in the process. Only one remained, though he didn't care for what reason. It was not important what his Espada got up to during their days, just as long as it didn't disrupt his plans.

Still not turning around, Aizen addressed the ever foul-mouthed Espada, 'I would like you to go and find our honoured guest. We have much to discuss. You'll find him wandering the halls around your quarters, I believe.'

'Yep. Standing right outside your door, Nnoi-kun.' Came an overly cheerful voice from the shadows. As was accustomed, even Nnoitra Jiruga, Quinta Espada, found Ichimaru Gin to be creepy. Even more so than Aaroniero Arruruerie, and that was saying something. The way he smiled all the time in that almost vulpine way and the fact his eyes were always concealed in that disturbingly cheerful way.

But he was a man and he was powerful, so Nnoitra didn't have a problem. The thing that stuck out the most though, was that Gin didn't pity him one bit. If Nnoitra stepped out of line, Gin would be the first person there running him through with his zanpaktou.

'Sure, I'll get the kid and bring him here, sir.'

'Oh, and Nnoitra? Let the sleeping cats lie.'

Nnoitra grinned extra maniacally, catching the not-so-subtle double hint.

Whilst he found certain common traits in the Sexta and himself, they were in no way friends. So this presented a most welcome oppurtunity to show the blue bastard where he ranked around here.

It also helped that the berry in question looked fucking tasty and Nnoitra was craving the sweet juices that would come forth from his prize-to-be. Nnoitra knew how possessive Grimmjow was over his 'prey', so upstaging him and getting the kid to submit to a man like Nnoitra would tear him apart with rage. Nnoitra wasn't afraid of the challenge; he craved and lusted a battle of any kind. And if the berry-boy was going to get him one, then so be it.

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The large black 5 on the equally large double doors had Ichigo racking his brains. He couldn't remember who the 5th Espada was, or if they had even been introduced to start with. He didn't know how, but he sensed that it wasn't Ulquiorra. The guy was creepy, but Ichigo definately knew he was of a higher rank than Grimmjow. Ichigo figured that the person one rank above Grimmjow would be enough to piss the bastard off.

Ichigo had left the, admittedly, sexy oaf in the bed an hour ago. Finding his way through the corridors had been difficult enough, then he was deciding which was the best way to procede from here.

Originally, his plan had been that if he waited in the area for long enough, he would have been dragged in to the main room by the 5th Espada or one of his Fraccion to see why the hell he had been lurking around the area. But on arrival he felt, with his majorly improved reiatsu sensing abilities, that there wasn't anyone there. Or anywhere around for that matter.

Although, he did have the feeling that he was being watched very intently since he had left Grimmjow's quarters. He hadn't minded at first, knowing that at some point someone would have to approach him to either drag him back or take him somewhere else. He had been hoping that Aizen was behind the eyes, watching his every move to have someone come and get him. He had carried on with no such luck.

Luck ...

Well he was most definately missing out in that life department. This whole messed up situation was just a run of bad luck. The main case, of course, was being here in the first place. Here, being Las Noches, Hueco Mundo. And, to his even worse bad luck, his plan to dig himself out of this rut involved him degrading himself further. Knowingly sending his body out to be brutally assaulted just so he could get further up the ladder.

God he sounded like a whore, whose only way to get a prommotion was by sleeping with the boss.

Ichigo blinked a few times. Had he really sunk so low that he relied on the sex drive of others to get him where he wanted to be? His thoughts flickered back to the night before with Grimmjow and he grimaced.

Before he could stop himself, he was crouched on the floor with his back against a wall. Barely upright and still barely clothed Ichigo's mind shut down as his body gave up. He hadn't realsied how dire his situation was until he had stood outside the 5th Espada's door with plans to rent out his body to get closer to Inoue.

Inoue ... he thought with despair. How would he ever face such an innocent, untainted soul such as hers with such a used, defiled body like his own. He could never imagine her turning him away in disgust, but the pity ...

That he could not bear. To see her eyes fill with sadness and overwhelming pity as she looked upon his broken form. To see tears roll down her angel cheeks when she began to think that it was her fault that he had to go through such torment for her. Ichigo would never, could never blame Inoue for this.

He refused to kick aside his own doubts about the matter. Inoue was so kind and so gentle, that the thought was unimaginable. Ichigo had seen with his own two eyes the pure unadultarated fear in her eyes as she was whisked off into the omnious black of the Gargantuan.

Nothing would deter him from him goal. He was stronger than this and he would make it through this.

Inoue ... so lost and scared. He would get her out of here! No matter what he had to do!

'Oh? Well for once the creepy bastard was talking some sense.'

Ichigo gulped as he noticed the heavy reiatsu flaring around him, cursing himself slightly for not noticing it before. He shot up from his position to look upon the figure before him.

He didn't know whether to sigh with relief or feel even more sickened with his plan. The 5th Espada, or what he presumed was said Hollow, was striding towards him a wide smile on his face. It looked oddly like Shinji's, but that was not important now. What was important was getting the whole thing over and done with so that he could move on.

'I'm Kurosaki Ichigo -'

'I know exactly who you are, short stuff.' Ichigo had to reign in the biting irratation at the name. He was most certainly not short! Though, as the man came closer to him, he was beginning to doubt his own words.

As the man came to a halt a few feet before him, Ichigo took in his appearance with mild horror. He wasn't unattractive, or scary for that matter. It was his sheer size that had Ichigo regretting his plan. He wasn't fat, not at all. In fact, he was impossibly thin for the amount of power his muscles contained.

And there were a lot of hard, toned muscles.

Ichigo, even at this distance, had to look up to look him in the face. He had assumed he was about Kenpachi's height, but guessed again when the man closed the gap between them further. Ichigo didn't doubt that this man would even tower of Kenpachi. Though it was strange to be thinking about Kenpachi now, as the man before him also had an eye patch. It was far larger and covered almost half of his face. His black hair came to his shoulders and his remaining eye was almost slitted.

'I was supposed to be taking ya to Aizen,' Ichigo lowered his head, to hide his annoyance, 'But I have somethin' far more interesting that I'd like ta do before that.'

Ichigo didn't like the leer he was getting from this man. He didn't have a doubt that this was the person he had been looking for, as a quick flick of the man's tongue had given him a peek at the man's rank. Number 5.

Ichigo grimaced slightly as he realised where this conversation was going and what he was about to say and do next. Ichigo fiddled with the clasp of his uniform jacket in what, he hoped, was a suggestive manner.

'Well, I can hardly keep you from such pressing matters.' Ichigo didn't dare look up at the Espada, for fear of sounding unconvincing. Yet, he couldn't resist seeing if his ploy was working and looked up at the man through orange bangs. He didn't know whether to be pleased or disgusted with the reaction.

Hungry. That's what Ichigo saw in the man's visible eye. A hunger that was focused on where Ichigo's were placed and lower. Hook, line and sinker.

'You bet ya can't. Name's Nnoitra Jiruga, Quinta Espada. Memorize it.'

Ichigo bowed, going along with this little act. Hating how he was getting thrilled at the thought of what Nnoitra's look implied. 'Yes, Nnoitra-sama.'

The back of his uniform was grabbed and Ichigo's feet left the ground as he was hoisted into the air with one of Nnoitra's arms. He said nothing as he was carried through the double doors to Nnoitra's quarters. They were almost identical to the ones he had left, though he assumed that the rooms were bigger. Both to accomodate Nnoitra's superior size and rank. I bet that would get on Grimmjow's nerves, Ichigo thought wryly before his was dumped onto the floor.

The long legs of the Quinta Espada strode past him and came to a halt in front of some white furniture. Nnoitra dropped down onto it, laying his arms across the back lounging into the soft cushion. Ichigo glanced up to see Nnoitra on the over-sized white couch staring straight back at him suggestively. Ichigo had landed, not so gracefully, on his hands and knees. His fall was cushioned slightly by the, surprisingly, soft ground. Looking at Nnoitra, you wouldn't think he was one for creature comforts.

'It's so they don't bitch about friction burns as I pound them into the floor.' Nnoitra said by way of explaination.

Charming ...

Deja vu anyone?

Ichigo decided that this was dragging out far too long for his liking. He just wanted to get in, do the deed and move on. He figured if he was treating this like a, for lack of a better word, mission then he would be able to distance himself from the act and keep his priorities straight. He had, he loathed to say, almost lost track of it the night before with Grimmjow ... and Grimmjow's body up against his as his mind went blank as he rode out - Fuck! On task, Ichigo! Stop thinking about Grimmjow and his hot - Fuck's sake!

'C'mere, berry-boy.'

Focusing on Nnoitra was the priority at the moment, Grimmjow and his cock could fuck off for the moment for all Ichigo cared - and hoped. He remained on his hands and knees, crawling over to Nnoitra in a manner he thought was seductive. Getting Nnoitra's cooperation on this was a vital part of the plan, his mission!

It had nothing to do with the shivers and tingling feeling he was getting across his skin as Nnoitra ate him with his visible eye ...

What the hell was going on? Was he becoming some sort of sexual deviant all of a sudden? Shudder.

Nnoitra couldn't keep the wide grin of his face as Grimmjow's 'obediant' pet crawled over towards him, a very determined look on his face, a bit of doubt as well. But Nnoitra guessed that was fom lack of experience other than anything else. The kid oozed sex appeal, and it made it hotter knowing that the boy had no idea.

Well someone had to show him.

Ichigo arrived between Nnoitra's parted legs, a sultry look in his eyes as he awaited instruction. Nnoitra gave a pointed look at his own crotch, but after gaining no reaction from the boy he made his demands known.

'Suck me.'

Nnoitra saw the boy visibly flinch at the bluntness in his voice, but who gave a shit? It was the kid's job, he better get fuckin' used to it! He obviously hadn't been trained well enough.

Ichigo tried to reign in his reaction to the harsh words, blushing in realisation when he caught on to what Nnoitra had been doing. He took in a deep breath and got to work on the front of the Espada's hakama. The memories of the only tme he had done this before were very hazy and what he did remember churned his stomach as he thought of his stolen and destoryed innocence. The one remaining part of him that he had managed to salvage through the time he had known about Soul Reapers.

When Ichigo came into contact with Nnoitra's member, he couldn't hold back the gasp that rose to his lips. You could definately say that everything was in proportion, and that was taking it lightly.

Nnoitra grinned even wider, 'Liking that are ya, berry? Can't wait to take it can ya?'

'N-No, Nnoitra-sama.' Ichigo couldn't hear the words coming out of his mouth, it was as if he was on auto-pilot. The only thought computing was, the ever blunt question; How the hell is that going to fit ... t-there?

He feared for his back and most of all for his, still not completely healed, rectum. Nnoitra seemed to grasp this little tidbit from the look on Ichigo's face.

'It will fit, berry. You can be sure about that, now get to it!'

Ichigo pulled the white hakama down a few inches, revealing the dark curls at the base of the ever-growing erection Nnoitra proudly displayed. Ichigo lifted himself upright on his knees and leant over Nnoitra's lap. He took in another deep breath before starting the daunting task that was a blow-job on the largest member he had ever had the misfortune to lay eyes upon. He nibbled lightly on the skin exposed to him, taking the hand running through his hair as a sign to continue his ministrations.

Reaching into the white hakama, Ichigo pulled the leaking member, now fully erect, out of it's rapidly tightening confines. Letting it stand proudly in the air before him, Ichigo got to work. Licking a long line from base to tip, Ichigo pressed down on a large vein that trailed up the underside of Nnoitra's cock. He swirled his tongue around the head, coating it with the precome that was already leaking out of the throbbing erection.

The hand in his hair was pushing at the back of his head, silently urging him to take the erection fully into his mouth. Ichigo glanced up to see Nnoitra's head lolling backwards in the pleasure he was experiencing.

Well at least one of us is having fun, he thought bitterly. Though he knew he just had to suck it up and just, well ...

Suck.


A/N Once again leaving it at a not-quite cliffhanger. We all know what's coming next, but will Ichigo get the chance?

XD Oh that was lame. Blame it on too much coffee and extreme tiredness.

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