"Let me out!" Silence answered Ichigo's scream... "Fuck!" Tears threatened to fall as Ichigo realized he was screwed; not only was he scared and alone, but (as an added bonus to the awfulness) those who had captured him did the most embarrassing ever-they put him in a dress! A maid's dress with a wig too! What kind of sick bastards did that?! As if being kidnapped and stufed into a box wasn't enough. "Why?" Ichigo mumbled helplessly to himself.

Noises. There were noises outside that drew Ichigo's attention...

"What the hell is this?!" Someone kicked the box, shaking Ichigo within.

"You're a slob Grimmjow, so it's a maid to help you clean."

"What'd you fucking call me, Nnoitra?!"

"I believe he said that you're a slob, garbage." The spirit pressure outside was lively and growing. It made the hair on the back of Ichigo's neck stand on end.

"GET OUT!" The reitsu died down after the roar, everything going silent... then "Che, a slob...maid?" Light flooded into the box as the top was opened.

...GRIMMJOW?! No! What the fuck?! Ichigo barely contained his shock.

"Maid huh? Looks pretty scrawny...well girl, get out of the box already."

"G-girl?" Ichigo stuttered, having a hard time getting out with the fluffy skirts he wore.

"Yeah." Grimmjow snickered when Ichigo caught his foot and fell out of the box onto his face, "How in the world is a clumsy-ass like you supposed to help me?" He said in a sigh, grabbing the orange-haired 'maid's' arm, yanking him to his feet.

"Like I'd want to anyway." Ichigo hissed under his breath.

"What was that?" Grimmjow asked sharply, looming over Ichigo.

"Nothing!" Ichigo was in the territory of the beast at the moment, weapon-less and in a dress...yeah, it was terrorfying.

"Come on! Tell me if you've got something to say!" Grimmjow growled.

This guy was going to beat his ass, Ichigo knew Grimmjow's temper was short and destructive...he looked down, "It's nothing."

An animalistic growl came from deep in Grimmjow's chest, he wasn't letting it go. He was really mad for some weird reason.

"Why are you so angry?" Ichigo murmured, looking over Grimmjow's shoulder for an exit.

"I'm not!" Well yelling like that was certainly very convincing... ... "Let me go!" Okay, time to panick as Grimmjow's hand grabbed Ichigo by the throat.

"No, you're my servant, I'll do as I please with you." Grimmjow's hand tightened, nearly cutting off Ichigo's air supply, "If I want to kill you for example..."

Ichigo had never felt so helpless. His spirit pressure was negated, his zanpaktou was gone, and he didn't have any other weapon in sight. He cursed at himself as he started crying.

Grimmjow watched, his expression unreadable, maybe confusion? "Why are you crying?" Grimmjow asked cluelessly, "You know I wouldn't actually kill you right?" Ichigo couldn't help it, simply crying more. "I said stop crying!" Grimmjow commanded and pushed Ichigo against the wall, Ichigo letting out a strangled yelp, but still the tears hadn't stopped. "Ugh!" The panther dropped him and sulked over to the bed. Ichigo hit the ground, desperately inhaling. "Get up." He looked up as Grimmjow instructed, "Come here." Ichigo panted between his sobs, still frozen on the floor. "COME HERE!" At the roar, Ichigo covered the expanse between them.
Ichigo was trying with all his might to stop crying, it's not like he wanted to be hurt or screamed at more, but it was hard. Too hard. He sniffled pitifully, while Grimmjow observed him. "...please stop crying." That tone was a new one...almost gentle.

"Can't help it." Ichigo wiped at his face.

"...come here. I'm sorry for yelling I guess." This was just getting weird now, and the weirdness apparently forced Ichigo's tear-ducts into compliance.

"Don't touch me..." Ichigo snapped suddenly when Grimmjow grabbed him by the wrist.

"You're really pissing me off, one moment-tears then next you're sassing me?! What the fuck?!"

"Well sorry, why don't you just let me go then?" Maybe this would end well...

"Yeah right. You're my new slave, remember?" Grimmjow bared his fangs.

Then again...maybe it wouldn't end well at all...

Grabbing the wrists of the smaller 'maid', Grimmjow easily took control, slamming the orange-haired kid down under him.

"Wait! What are you doing?!"

"I'm doing whatever I want to." Grimmjow responded, tugging off the bow at the back of the dress.

"Wait! You don't want me!" Ichigo was freaking out, not that he could be blamed for it though.

"And why not, little slave?"

"Because I'm a boy!" Please don't kill me! Oh dear god, what a stupid thing to get killed over.

"What?" Confusion was evident on Grimmjow's face.

"I'm a boy! It's me, hello, Ichigo Kurosaki!" Ichigo responded, already knowing the worst things that could happen.

Grimmjow leaned down and took a sniff, "You don't smell the same." He sniffed once more, "You smell good..." Now here returned the confused face. "You're dressed differently." Grimmjow pulled off the top layer of clothing.

"What are you doing?!"

"Seeing if you're serious."

"Why would I freaking lie!?"

"I don't care, I'll have my way." The soft pads of Grimmjow's fingers found their way to Ichigo's skin, making the 'maid' gasp at the contact. This was weird! "Don't start crying again." Grimmjow's hot breath cruised across explosed flesh, leaving goosebumps in it's wake.

"What are you going to do to me?!"

"Like I said, whatever I want."

Oh no... "Please don't!"

"Too late, I'm already aroused and your struggling is just making me more turned on." What the hell?! What kind of answer was that?!

Lips found their place over soft skin, "Stop it." Ichigo whimpered, but then found himself arching his back, letting out a moan from the skill of Grimmjow's mouth.

"You have quite the lewd body." Grimmjow observed, continuing against the hardly audible complaints. His hands leaving trails of fire over Ichigo's body, fingers rolling over his nipples, making Ichigo spasm as he pinched.

Grimmjow slid a finger inside Ichigo, surprised when Ichigo's 'no' came out more like a "Nyaaa!" His animal-side demanding more of those breathy moans, Grimmjow pushed his fingers in and out of Ichigo, stretching the tight ring, hardly able to control himself when Ichigo clenched around his fingers, crying out more in that sweet voice.

He grabbed Ichigo, flipping the boy face-down, "Relax." He commanded, slowly entering the 'maid', pulsing with desire as Ichigo nearly screamed, his body accomodating the man penatrating him, taking Grimmjow in completely before locking down. "Fuck." Grimmjow had officially lost it, he'd never had his blood turned into lava like this. He slammed deeper into the boy under him, before pulling out and driving back in, over and over, egged on by Ichigo's sharp moans of pleasure.
Finally Grimmjow came as his 'maid' did, leaving both slicked with sweat and panting. "So much for cleaning, now the bed is messed up too..." Ichigo sent a sharp glare at Grimmjow as the panther spoke in good-humor; he didn't find this very funny at all...

The end!

Author's note: Gotta love you some maid outfits, eh?