I'm back! With hopefully some good grimmichi. I read an amazing fanfic, and it inspired me to write a little. So, part 2 of rumors and shirt collars! I'm liking this little series, and I hope you do too.

Grimmjow: *looking over fanfic Why am I always an ass?

Ichigo: Because you are one and I do not own bleach or any of its characters-

Raven: You are so much better that way!

Grimmjow: O.o IS THAT WHAT YOU THINK OF ME?! *sonidoes away

Raven: COME BACK! I DIDN'T MEAN IT TO BE BAD!

Kenpachi: I swear, you make him more uke every chapter…

Raven: WHA?! NOOO! *sobs and runs after grimmjow I UNDERSTAND! IM SORRY!

Kenpachi: *watching raven run after grimmjow …so emotional… Well, since they're all gone, Warnings!

Warnings: Mentions of rape, angst, cursing, violence, drugging, a (hopefully) seme-like Grimmjow, slight gore, yaoi-Consensual this time!-, smut, nudity, the shower, and more that Raven didn't catch. M for mature!

Ichigo: That's a hell of a ton of warnings…

Kenpachi: *finally notices Ichigo You're here? When did you get here?

Ichigo: *crosses arms I've been here the whole time, dumbass.

Kenpachi: You're here…and Grimmjow is Gone….*evil smile

Ichigo: *starts running

Rumors and shirt collars, part 2

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"Really?! That's why you're raping me? This?! Rukia drew a chappy on me and I couldn't scrub it off in the shower last night! What the fuck did you think it was?!" He collapsed underneath me, totally giving up.

My rage was completely diminished and I carefully pulled out of him, trying to ignore the blood that followed. "So yer a virgin?"

"Not anymore, thank you!"

Shit. Shitshitshitshit. I had messed up big time. I wasn't going to forgive myself for this.

Ichigo was lying limp on the ground, the only thing holding him up was my firm grip on his hips. The wound on his shoulder was rapidly staining his shirt a deep red, enhanced my the moonlight filtering through his window. If I didn't deal with that soon, it could get infected. I quickly ran all the possibilities of how to clean him up through my mind and ended up with one good one.

Scooping him up in my arms, I slung him over my shoulder carefully, flicking a switch on the reiatsu suppressor to make us invisible once again.

"We're taking a shower."

Of course, I knew where his bathroom was and, thankfully, it was almost right next to his room. Doubly thankfully, nobody questioned why Ichigo was taking a shower in the middle of the night.

After checking the water to make sure it wasn't too hot or cold, I pulled Ichigo off my shoulder and stepped into the spray of water.

He was still conscious, but not doing so well. The blood stain was bigger and his eyes were distant, not really focusing on anything. His head kind of lolled to the side a little bit, exposing his neck and the rapidly smudging rabbit drawing.

"Hey."

His head shifted a little, and he looked at me with slightly more focused eyes.

"Ya have to turn around so I can clean off tha blood."

He didn't answer. And the blood stain wasn't getting any smaller.

I turned him around myself and pressed his head against the shower wall, tearing off his shirt.

"You have a bite mark on your shoulder and I have to clean it out before it gets infected." He started struggling a little and stopped when I moved in close, my member brushing his abused entrance. He whimpered the tiniest bit.

I massaged his free shoulder in what I hoped was in a relaxing way. I didn't want to scare him, but I had to clean him up. "Relax. It will hurt a little, but relax."

I opened my mouth and licked the wound I had made, dipping my tongue into the deep teeth marks to clean out the crusty blood. His shoulder tensed in alarm and I stopped, waiting for him to calm down.

"J-Just hurry up and clean it!" He shoved his shoulder back, taking me off guard. I wasn't able to pull my head back in time and my mask brushed against one of the indentations. I winced at his small sob of pain.

I rubbed his hair gently. "Hold on. I'm almost done."

Quickly finishing my task, I took a moment to savor the taste of his blood. Even dried, it was a delicacy. One that I would never taste again.

I shrugged off my own jacket and rinsed off, cleaning Ichigo's blood and sweat off of me.

He stood awkwardly in the corner, as far away from me as he could get.

I moved over to him slowly, making no sudden movements. Even so, he cringed when I got close. I pulled his neck close and kissed him on the lips, a chaste kiss that I hoped told him I loved him.

As I pulled on my hakama, my heart felt like it had stopped.

I was a flat line hospital patient.

As I slipped Pantera into my belt, the door opened. Ichigo was standing in the doorway, a towel around his waist. He had an empty look in his eyes.

I couldn't take it anymore.

My sonido disturbed his curtains and they brushed against my leg as I ran away from the one I loved.

…

" What the Fuck!"

My garganta wrenched while I was traveling through it, spilling me out onto the meeting room table.

"Grimmjow."

Fuck. Aizen.

"I appreciate your eagerness to go out and annihilate the soul reapers of karakura, but please notify me when you open up a garganta."

I wanted more than anything to crush his fucking skull right now, but I had to hold myself back. From the way he wrenched me out of the gargatna, his seal could still be there. If he died, I wouldn't be able to use gargantas anymore.

Not that I had anywhere to go.

"And try your hardest to stay in uniform."

…

Timeskip: Two years later. A little recap: Ichigo was 16 when this story began and Grimmjow was around 20. Now Ichi is 18 and Grimm is 22. Consider this fanfic to be in a little awkward space of time after episode 140.

Ichigo comes close to me. He is naked. So am I. Both of us are hard. I pull him close by the hips and he grinds our members together. I moan, blink, and hear a scream.

Suddenly, Ichigo is under me, bleeding and crying. I'm buried inside him. He is trying to get away from me. I look around and I'm in his room. He turns his head to the side and I can see the rabbit drawing on his neck.

All around me, voices scream: Mistake! Failure! One stands out in particular. It whispers into my ear rather than yelling.

'Not even able to control your own lust. You truly are a beast, your soul and thoughts simply a farce. In the end, you are a hollow with fancy colors."

I bolt awake panting, clutching at my chest.

I can sleep if I want to, but lately I've been pulled into dreams, nightmares that torment me with my guilt.

I haven't seen the outside of Hueco Munso in two years.

My hair has grown even longer and more unkempt. Pantera tells me I'm starting to get a mane like his. I ignore him.

Today we have a meeting. Tesla, Nnoitra's fraccion, had to tell me because I killed all of mine, starting with Di-Roy.

He didn't get a new bed.

Running my hand through my hair, I decide to walk to the meeting room. It's long, but I had time. All the time in the world, actually.

The sands in Las noches haven't changed.

My walk is all too short. The meeting room's doors tower in front of me. I still don't get why Aizen made them so big. They're a pain in the ass to open. This gives me an idea.

I strut through the smoking hole in the wall, my reiatsu pouring out.

"Welcome Grimmjow. Now that you are finally here, the meeting can start."

I look at the meeting table, which has an indent from where I spilled onto it 2 years ago. It was empty. Judging by the reiatsu traces, the last time anyone had been here was the last stupid meeting.

"Okay Aizen, what the hell is going on?"

He smiled this coy smile at me.

"I checked the garganta levels, and it seems you haven't made a trip to karakura in quite some time."

My body stiffens a little at the word karakura.

"So? What the hell are you going to do about it?"

"I am going to reward you for being such a good subordinate. With-"

He waves his hand over his lap and something appears, once hidden by his reiatsu. I choke on my own words.

"The prize of killing Ichigo Kurosaki."

Ooh, another cliffie.

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