Chapter 2

"What?"

Keigo felt weary as Nnoitra grinned wide, the beer in his hands shaking as he tried to calm his nerves. Nnoitra however did not let him relax, the man still the maniac Keigo had always known him as.

"Do it, or I'll kill ya. Grimmjow already gave me the go ahead if ya decline." Keigo gripped his beer harder, lowering his eyes to the floor to try and calm his erratic nerves. He couldn't block out Nnoitra however, the man's presence demanded attention and submission.

"What about Ichigo?" Keigo asked softly, trying hard to not let his nerves make his voice shake. He heard Nnoitra shift, fighting to not flinch away when he heard his maniacal laugh.

"Ya know Grimmjow. He'll do as he pleases with the neko. He told me however, to thank ya for bringing him." Keigo flinched at that, hoping to the gods Ichigo would never learn about this. He hadn't been lying about the 3 million yen, though how that debt had accumulated had not been the truth. Keigo rubbed his arm, feeling a shiver run through his bones like his skin was paper.

It had been an accident, and he had hoped that being former friends with Grimmjow would have saved him from this hell. The blue haired man now though, was not the man he had known in his youth. Keigo remembered him as a man who wished to travel the world, the one who would tell him stories of where he dreamed of going. Keigo had only been in elementary school then, the teenage Grimmjow seeming so mature and mysterious.

What had happened to him for him to become like this?

"Yes or no?" Nnoitra repeated, a playful tone in his voice. The playfulness however was not harmless, the taller man getting off on the idea of taking Keigo's life. He could bathe in blood if he had been allowed, and the smaller man knew it would be his if he didn't tread carefully.

Nnoitra had never changed.

"Yes."

"Tch." Nnoitra's fingers stopped the playful caresses of his gun, the playful tone to his voice slipping away.

"Fucking twat. Grimmjow will have a team come by in a week to go over what ya will have to do." Keigo felt small as Nnoitra stood, his heavy steps almost shaking the floor as he headed to the door.

"What about Ichigo? I'll be paying you back in full! Leave him out of this!" The words slipped out before he could stop himself, Nnoitra clicking his tongue as his one eye targeted Keigo. His grin nearly split his face, the feeling of absolute fear nearly forcing Keigo to throw up.

"He's your collateral."

….

His reflection in the mirror didn't really look like him. Ichigo wrinkled his nose at the thought, turning on the faucet and splashing cold water against his face. He fought back the shiver it caused, quickly turning the dial for hot water. He placed his fingers under the stream as he waited for it to warm, his eyebrows knit together as he tried to fathom what had just happened.

Keigo was so fucking dead the next time he saw him.

Ichigo could still taste Grimmjow in his mouth however, his words playing in his head.

"Don't try to run Strawberry. Ya don't want me to break your legs ne?"

Ichigo cupped his hands under the warm water, slurping it into his mouth before gurgling to get rid of the taste. He spat it out before wetting his face again with the warm water, turning off the faucet and grabbing the towel placed down on the sink. He wiped harder than necessary, hoping in vain that maybe it would wake him up. He looked at himself again in the mirror, blinking his eyes hard to see if it worked.

He sighed when nothing changed, placing down the towel and opening the door. He looked to Grimmjow who sat at his large desk, his demeanor concentrated and indifferent. It was a large contrast to the maniacal man that had came into his mouth, the lack of his madness only making Ichigo feel more on edge.

How unstable was this man?

When he spoke it caught Ichigo off guard.

"I will have one of my men escort you back to your apartment. Expect to be picked up and taken to the club tomorrow night." Even his voice sounded different, the business like tone a drastic change. Ichigo wasn't sure how to respond, though he didn't have to as Grimmjow threw in more words.

"Whatever money you make, you will be allowed to keep 25 percent. The rest will be put towards the debt." Ichigo scowled, hiding behind it as he tried not to let it show that he was indeed, terrified.

"I don't know how to dan-strip. At a club or on a pole." Ichigo nearly jumped out of his skin when he broke Grimmjow's concentration, the tilt of his head almost appearing inquisitive if it weren't for the way his eyes undressed him.

"Take your clothes off." Ichigo couldn't stop his face from heating up, his scowl still in place as he tried to determine what would happen if he did. His hands shook as he quickly started to unbutton his shirt, his ears going flat against his head as he felt something akin to shame.

"Slowly." Ichigo's blush only darkened as an aroused fear swelled through him. His scowl was less threatening with his blush, the twitching of his flattened ears taking away from it as well.

Ichigo looked up to see Grimmjow's face, his expression expectant and his arms folded over his chest as a smug smirk tilted his lips. The smaller man grit his teeth as he slowly unbuttoned the rest and took his shirt off the rest of the way, letting it drop to the ground. He reached for his belt, unhooking it and dropping it to the ground as well.

Ichigo nearly jumped when Grimmjow stood, his long strides quickly bringing him to Ichigo.

"Slowly," he whispered, Ichigo unable to stop the shiver that ran through him. He undid the button of his pants, his fingers shaking as he slid down his zipper. Grimmjow watched with hungry eyes as Ichigo pushed them down to his knees, taking one leg out before pulling his pants off the other. Ichigo was down to his boxers now, Grimmjow dully noting the tan that covered his body.

He tanned naked did he?

Ichigo reached for the hem of his boxers, Grimmjow raising a hand. The neko felt the urge to cover himself, the humiliation too much as he waited for Grimmjow to say something, anything. He could feel his tail twitch in agitation, his ears flat against his head as he moved an arm over his chest.

Grimmjow however, was rock hard from seeing the neko bare. His body was fit, lean muscle accentuating his arms and pelvis. He had the beginnings of abs, mere images of what he could have. Grimmjow took a few strides back, sitting on the edge of his desk as he admired his new found interest.

"Pretend I'm your first client. Dance for me." Ichigo became impossibly red, his tongue slipping before he could catch himself.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" He spat out, Grimmjow's aroused smirk falling.

"Why don't you find somebody else to do your perverted fucking fantasy!" Ichigo growled out, something flashing across blue eyes. The taller man reached into his coat with a small chuckle, pulling a gun from it like magic. He turned off the safety, Ichigo's tail puffing out as he took a step back. Grimmjow's maniacal grin returned, his tone almost playful. His eyes dared Ichigo to say something again, dared him to do anything besides what he was told.

"Dance. Or I can shoot ya knee caps and sell ya body to whoever's willing to pay." Ichigo's anger was replaced with fear, letting his body become loose as he rolled his hips. The man never lowered his gun however, watching Ichigo's as he moved with uncertainty. Ichigo closed his eyes if to only calm himself, trying not to think about the gun pointed at him with every intention of disabling or worse, killing him. He tried to play a song in his head, moving his body with the tune.

"Good boy," Grimmjow purred, standing up from his desk. Ichigo nearly jumped when he felt a heat behind him, Grimmjow's footsteps surprisingly light. Something cold rubbed against Ichigo's stomach, a shiver of fear running through him as he realized with dread that it was the gun.

Grimmjow's other hand was warm however, lightly pressed against Ichigo's hip as he pressed his groin against his backside. He moved with Ichigo, a soft groan puffed against Ichigo's ear. The hand slid up around to Ichigo's back, grabbing his tail with a surprisingly gentle grip. The pull however wasn't gentle, a sharp yelp escaping Ichigo's throat.

Grimmjow moaned at the sound of the neko's pain, moving the gun down his stomach to his goal. His gun was stopped by the erection jutting out from the neko's groin, Grimmjow chuckling as he rubbed his gun against it.

"Ngh!" Ichigo moaned, the taller man surprised by the noise. He pressed harder against the neko, making him feel his own straining erection. The neko pressed back against it, Grimmjow groaning as he pulled on his tail harder. Grimmjow was suddenly disarmed though, pushed back against the wall as Ichigo quickly put distance between them.

Grimmjow was stunned for only a moment, a slow chuckle falling from his lips.

What a clever neko.

"L-Let me go." His voice was shaking, his hands barely able to hold still as he attempted to aim the gun at the taller man's chest. Grimmjow grinned, his erection only straining harder at the idea of being at the end of his own gun. Grimmjow relaxed against the wall, regarding the neko silently. He made a motion with his hand to the door, the neko slowly gathering his clothes from the floor.

"We are on the 30th floor Strawberry. Do ya think ya can get all the way down before I can signal for my men to kill ya?" Ichigo's tail was low to the ground, his eyes darting to the door as he tried to think of how he even got up here. He had been unconscious when he was brought up here, and he didn't know how large this building actually was. He didn't know if there would be an elevator outside the door, or even if the stairs were close by. He was in yakuza territory however, and he could bet his life there was probably a receptionist. If he shot the gun off and left, it would instantly look suspicious. If he left without immobilizing Grimmjow first though, he would be swarmed and killed before he could even set foot outside the building.

He didn't feel he could overpower Grimmjow, the man's body covered in muscle. It almost made him look as if his shirt was too small, his pants loose despite the design of the shirt. He was more than likely trained to fight, while Ichigo had just barely started taking sword training classes at the dojo for a way to vent his stress. He was outnumbered and overpowered.

Ichigo grit his teeth.

No matter what he did, he was trapped unless Grimmjow gave him permission and didn't call reinforcements.

"Slide the gun over to me, and I'll let this go," Grimmjow offered, Ichigo squaring his features as he sized up Grimmjow once more.

Maybe if he used the gun like a bat…

"Ya should know when your defeated Strawberry," Grimmjow seemed to tease, Ichigo acting without thinking. He darted towards the larger man, raising the gun as he prepared to hit him with it. Ichigo was suddenly face first against the wall though, easily disarmed within a few seconds. His clothes fell to the floor, Grimmjow chuckling as he grabbed the neko's tail again. He pulled hard enough to make Ichigo scream, the sound satisfying to Grimmjow's ears. He grabbed a handful of orange hair and pulled him away from the wall, Grimmjow pleased to see his pain filled expression.

He was so aroused from being on the receiving end of possible death, his erection almost hurt as he dragged Ichigo to the desk by his hair. The neko gasped in pain when he was placed over it chest first, his ass forced to turn up as he stood on his tippy toes in an effort to move with Grimmjow's sharp tug of his hair. Grimmjow groaned as he pressed his erection against the upturned ass, pulling back on his hair and watching the neko arch deliciously.

He dropped his gun to the ground as he pulled the boxers down, giving the neko's ass a hard slap that echoed around the room. Ichigo was panting through clenched teeth as he tried not to scream, his eyes shut tight as he let a small whimper escape.

Grimmjow was about to slap him again when his phone rang, his maniacal grin falling into an irritated scowl. He released Ichigo but kept him pinned to the desk with his groin, reaching over and pressing the speaker button.

"What?" He spat, a sugary voice replying on the other end.

"Grimm-chan, Kenpachi is here! He say's its urgent!" Grimmjow growled his affirmative before ending the call, releasing the smaller man before picking up his gun. Ichigo slid to the floor with a whimper, his abdomen aching and his head throbbing. He shakily pulled back up his boxers as Grimmjow moved around the desk, opening a drawer and grabbing a folder. He slammed the drawer closed, Ichigo flinching as he saw him move back towards him. His tone was business like again when he spoke.

"Get dressed and go home Strawberry. Tomorrow night I will have you trained by one of my employees. If I so much as here you tried to run…" Ichigo gasped when his hair was grabbed again, his head snapped back. He glared at Grimmjow with slitted eyes, fighting the tears of humiliation that tried to corrupt him.

"I'll kill you, and your friend Keigo, ne?" Ichigo grunted when he was let go, Grimmjow walking over to his clothes and throwing them at his feet.

"Get dressed, quickly. I don't have all day." Ichigo obeyed without a word, his hands shaking as he buttoned back up his shirt. His erection stood proud however, his humiliation only making it harder.

"Kinky are we?" Grimmjow teased, Ichigo not responding as he tried to will it away.

Keigo naked…

His neighbor in a bikini…

His father in a bikini…

His member slowly went down with that one, Ichigo holding back his sigh of relief as he pulled on his pants. He had no shoes however, taken before he could put them on. He looked up to Grimmjow, the blue haired man watching him with a glimmer in his eyes. He kicked the slippers by his door, opening the door and taking a few strides out before he was suddenly gone.

Ichigo breathed a sigh of relief as he walked over to the slippers, slipping into them before realising they were way to big. He tried to ignore that as he walked out of the office, the first time since had been abducted. He looked around, expecting dead bodies and thugs all around.

Instead the place was rather clean and spacious, seeming to almost be a waiting room. There were a few chairs pressed against the far left wall, a small round table placed there with magazines placed on top. To the far right was a desk shaped as a half circle, a woman sitting there reading a magazine with boredom. Two elevators were against the wall in front of him, a sign that read exit above a door with green glowing letters tucked into a corner. It was so quiet compared to hell he just experienced, Ichigo unsure of what to do.

The lady looked up to him, her features almost on the verge of being gentle. Her hair was cut to her jaw, her eyes two different colors, one being blue and the other amber. She was a sight to behold in her own right, Ichigo wondering if that sweet voice had been hers.

"What are ya looking at?" She spat, Ichigo quickly deciding that no she wasn't. He didn't look away however, setting his features into a scowl if only to make him feel less vulnerable.

"Grimmjow told me somebody would be taking me home," Ichigo told her, the girl rolling her eyes as she dropped the magazine and picked up the phone. She quickly typed in a number, waiting only for a second before talking.

"He's ready, pull out front." Ichigo felt himself bristle at the idea they had been waiting for him, solidifying the fact that he wouldn't have survived long if he had managed to get away. The girl sat back in her seat, picking back up the magazine.

"Take the elevator to the first floor, make a right and go straight down the hallway. The entrance will be the sliding doors. Shawlong will be waiting for you." Ichigo nodded before heading to the elevator, not catching the glance the girl made.

Ichigo looked at all the numbers, his eyebrows furrowing as he realized there were three parts to the basement. He shivered at the idea of what they did in them, pressing the one and feeling relief wash over him as the doors closed. He leaned against the far wall as he tried to hold himself together, almost feeling like he was finally able to breathe enclosed in the elevator.

He finally felt the full extent of the pain he was in, lowering his head as humiliation ran through him again. He could only imagine the bruises he would probably find over his body, his back bone throbbing in reaction to his tail being pulled. He placed a hand against it as he slowly listened to the floors click down, feeling once again the sting of tears misting his eyes.

He shook away the feeling, moving his hand to his abdomen.

His ass burned still from the slap, his abdomen burning to the touch from being so forcefully dragged against the desk. He wondered how Keigo could be friends with such people, his hands clenching at his sides.

He was going to kill him. He wished he had let him die, but then he would have been killed too probably if he had.

When the doors opened he was greeted with silence, Ichigo looking around as he exited the elevator, expecting hell. There were just three long hallways, creating a fork he hadn't expected. He turned to the right like he had been told, the hall lined with multiple doors. Ichigo shivered at the thought of what was hidden behind them, his steps quick as he tried to get out of the building as soon as possible. He entered into a large room, seeing the sliding doors and almost cheering out loud. He was cautious though, unsure if Grimmjow actually intended to kill him rather then let him go. He surveyed his surroundings carefully.

There were two front desks on opposite ends of the room, a woman sitting behind one to the right, and a man sitting behind the other to the left. They were both on the phone, though the woman's voice was sweet, like the one that had called Grimmjow earlier. Ichigo wondered what the one upstairs did if she wasn't keeping track of Grimmjow's schedule, slowly moving towards the sliding doors.

He didn't catch the eyes that followed his every move, or the man who was perched at the railing above him. There were two men talking shop next to a potted plant near the entrance, the beginnings of tattoos peaking through their uniforms. Ichigo watched the doors slide open, quickly bolting out the building. He took in a sharp breath when he was finally free, almost panting as he tried to tell himself he was okay. He looked up when he heard someone clear their throat, a tall man with long brown hair tied back leaning against a car.

Ichigo hadn't realized it, but it was dark out. Maybe two in the morning due to the lack of cars and people about. This man however didn't seem tired or put off by it, his eyes partially hidden from his hat.

The man straightened, opening the back car door and motioning for Ichigo to enter. He did slowly, wincing when his abdomen clenched from the aggravation. He fixed himself into a position that caused the least amount of pain, the driver getting in and starting up the car before smoothly pulling onto the street. Ichigo looked around the car as he tried to avoid conversation, seeing a line of bottled water placed in a slot on the door.

He suddenly realized how thirsty he was, reaching for it and quickly opening it before drinking half of it. He gasped as it wet his parched throat, quickly downing the rest as his body screamed for the fluids. He grabbed another in the slot, drinking it more slowly as he savored it. He looked out the window to see where they were, not even recognizing this part of town. Ichigo frowned as he realized he hadn't been bagged this time, looking down to the water as a sudden fear made him question it's trustworthiness.

"It's not poisoned." The driver's voice caught him off guard, Ichigo involuntarily hopping in his seat in surprise. He met the driver's eyes in the mirror, swallowing thickly as he wondered if he had read his mind.

"I'm surprised you walked out on your own two legs," the driver continued, Ichigo's eyes widening in shock before he could stop himself. The driver continued.

"Grimmjow-sama isn't usually in a… good mood." Ichigo looked away, capping the water only to have his stomach growl.

"Would you wish to stop for take out?" The driver asked casually, the request alarming Ichigo. If he pulled over, would he murder him in the car? What if they poisoned the food? What if…

He shook his head, the driver nodding and becoming quiet once again.

It was that way the entire way back, Ichigo waiting for the scenery to become something he recognized. Once it did he tried not to be to excited, almost on the verge of jumping out when he saw his apartment.

The driver pulled in front of his apartment, Ichigo opening the door but stopping when he spoke.

"I will pick you up at exactly 6pm tomorrow night. Be ready by then." Ichigo nodded before getting out, closing the door and watching as the car drove away as if he hadn't just been almost murdered by the yakuza. He slowly walked back up his apartment steps, the door slightly ajar. He was prepared to see his belongings stolen, only to find it the exact same way he left it.

The only thing missing was his nosey neighbor. He looked behind him to her door, wondering if maybe they had gotten ridden of her or she was too scared to peek. He walked into his apartment and closed the door, his stomach growling once again.

He had to go grocery shopping.

Ichigo went over to his cupboard and grabbed some noodles, his body moving on it's own as he tried to satisfy the need. He heated up some water for them, looking around his apartment once more, expecting somebody to walk out of somewhere and shoot him dead. Or a bomb to go off. Ichigo walked to his room as he waited for the water to heat up, checking everything to make sure nobody was hiding anywhere. He checked his bathroom next, his body aching at the sight of his bathtub.

He closed the door though, needing to sate one need at a time. He felt off, wondering if maybe if everything that had happened had in fact, been a dream. He looked to the time on the oven, it reading 12:31 am. He couldn't even tell time had passed in Grimmjow's glassed room, his mind more worried about the mad man he was stuck with. He took off his shirt, his stomach thankfully not bruised but still sore. He took off his pants and checked his tail, seeing some bruising around the base but otherwise fine. He sighed softly as he walked around his apartment in his boxers, wishing that all of this would be over when he woke up in the morning.

He poured the water into his bowl of noodles, lowering the lid as he waited for them to become the right texture.

Such a mundane thing after all he had been through.

Ichigo ate them quickly when they were ready, taking off his boxers as he headed to the bath. He got lucky in that department since it was rather spacious and he could control the temperature, though he did lack a shower. He didn't mind as he turned the dial to let the water warm, looking down at it as his eyes started to gloss over.

What had happened today?

He grabbed the bucket next to the bath and gathered some of the water, pouring it over himself before he began to wash his body. He looked for bruises or gashes, his body seemingly unharmed even though it didn't feel that way. He made sure to pay special attention to his tail, the poor appendage having gone through more than he had anticipated. His ears twitched as he gently massaged them, the action relaxing his erratic nerves. He gathered some more water in the bucket and poured it onto himself, shivering as he felt the warmth of the water already.

He stepped into the bath with a heavy sigh, sinking into it and bringing his knees to his chest. Ichigo stared at the wall silently, unsure of what to do.

He let his head fall back as he tried to think, think of why the hell this had all happened to him. He thought of Grimmjow and his nearly seemingly erratic mood swings, Keigo and where he was now. He thought about if whether or not Grimmjow knew where his father and sister's lived, or if cameras had been placed in his apartment.

And if Grimmjow's actions toward him meant anything, the very likely possibility of intercourse. Ichigo put a hand to his face as he thought of how he had got aroused by his own disgusting humiliation, how much he enjoyed the pain and fear of being dominated in such a way. It wasn't as if he hadn't known about his kinks, he had been in a relationship up until a year ago.

Ichigo chuckled grimly, thinking of the man who had shown him the ways of intercourse. Ichigo hadn't even known about his kinks till the man offered the idea of roleplay, introducing Ichigo into a world he didn't know existed.

And now…

Ichigo let his hand fall into the water, watching the ripples it caused. He sat in there until he began to prune, his body relaxed and heavy. He didn't bother to put clothes on after he dried himself, nearly stomping to his room as every footfall brought him closer to falling. He fell onto his bed and weakly threw a cover over his body, the uncomfortable bed feeling heavenly. Right when he felt he was falling, a sudden thought struck him.

He had work in four hours.

Author's note: I usually don't write such long chapters (Yes I get to the conclusion too quickly) though I liked it so I'll keep it up. I didn't want Ichigo to be a sissy la la in this story, and let him keep some of his dignity. This is already a weird story for me, this chapter went a whole different way then what I was expecting, but here you go. Yes I am aware Grimmjow is being a bit *bat shit fucking insane* but I didn't want it to be a simple love story. I have no idea where it's going once again, so hopefully we can find out together! I put Ichigo as enjoying it, cause I kind of feel in the anime he is always throwing himself into battles to get stronger, always in the way of danger. I really don't feel a sane person would do that willingly. But meh! /\ ('^')/\