Chapter 4

"Do you have my reports?"

Ichigo nodded glumly as he handed over the completed packet, his body sore and his mind exhausted. He had indeed not left early, though as he sat at work at half past noon, he wished he had. A loud yawn escaped before he could stop it, his supervisor raising an eyebrow.

"Late night?" He inquired, Ichigo nodding as he stretched his arms over his head.

"I thought for a moment you weren't coming in," his supervisor chidded, Ichigo rolling his shoulders to try and roll away his pain.

His shoulders were so sore…

Shinji had trained him to the bone the night before, teaching him about the mechanics of the pole, to how he should hold it. He managed to learn how to twirl on it, and use his legs to grip it. He was by far no means a pro, though he did find the act kind of fun. It was an exercise in it's own right. Shinji was a pro however, and during the last hour of Ichigo's training he showed him his own moves.

Ichigo was blushing the entire time he watched him, Shinji using the pole as if it was air. If it hadn't been there, he could have easily been flying. His body had relaxed in practiced ease, and Ichigo was mesmerized the entire time. He wouldn't admit it but he took notes, from the way he gripped it with his thighs to how he arched his back to gain or reduce his speed.

It was… erotic.

After the show Shinji sat down with him, a little out of breath though beaming with a pleased grin.

"That is how you do it Ichi!" The use of the nickname was a great difference to pet, and Ichigo allowed it with a smile of his own. Before letting him leave however, Shinji advised him to dance in the mirror naked, pointing out to him that he was too self conscious. Ichigo would have disagreed, but Shinji had already kicked him out.

The blonde was something else.

"I was getting over a cold," Ichigo sufficed, his supervisor nodding knowingly. He looked over the papers he was given, giving a curt nod when he found them acceptable.

"Make sure to take care of yourself, I hear winter is going to come early this year." Ichigo nodded as his supervisor leaned in, Ichigo's ears twitching at the prospect of possible gossip.

Not that he himself did it.

"Want to go for a smoke break? I know you don't smoke, but you look like you need it." Ichigo thought about it, standing up from his seat with a groan. He arched his back and relaxed with a sigh when it gave a satisfying pop.

"Yeah, it's been a rough week," Ichigo supplied, his supervisor nodding before running the papers to their boss quickly. Ichigo waited patiently as he looked to his computer, frowning when he received an email with an unknown tag. He pursed his lips before looking around, most of his co-workers eating lunch as they typed away at their computers. Ichigo leaned down and grabbed his mouse, clicking on the email.

He flushed when he saw it was from Grimmjow, wondering how in the god's name he got his work email. He read over it carefully, his breath catching slightly.

'My Strawberry Toy,

Shawlong will pick you up after you get off work, and bring you to my office. There are urgent matters we must discuss. Try to avoid me and I'll send my men to retrieve you.

Grimmjow.'

What the fuck?!

How did he know where he worked?

Ichigo read it over again, wondering how the tyrant could write such a put together sentence. He had imagined he would type up a choppy email, however it seemed to reflect his business like mood. It was like when he was about to punish Ichigo, and right when work called, he snapped into a man he couldn't recognize. Ichigo thought of it like a switch, which in that case he had to give him a credit.

As part of the Yakuza, though it was a major gang ring, they were professional. Maybe he was a businessman before he was a insane brute.

Or maybe the other way around?

"Kurosaki?" Ichigo looked up to see his supervisor had completed his task, closing the email and grabbing his coat. They walked outside together, a steady stream of rain pouring outside.

"Here." Ichigo took the cigarette he was given, letting his supervisor light it before taking in a deep drag. The smell brought back memories, Ichigo closing his eyes as he leaned against the building wall.

"So, why were you really not in Tuesday, Ichigo?" Ichigo opened one eye, glancing to his supervisor. The shorter man had the cigarette resting between his fingers by his side, his eyes staring out into the rain. Ichigo took a moment to admire his black hair and slim features, his glasses resting low on his nose. Though he tried to appear nonchalant, Ichigo could see the stress in his face.

It had been a stressful year for everybody.

"Got into a fight," Ichigo told him semi truthfully, the man raising an eyebrow as he glanced to him from the corner of his eye.

"I thought you grew out of that," he commented, though there was no real heat behind his words. The two used to hate each other, even going as far to brawl during their times in high school. Uryuu got a good job quick however, while Ichigo barely managed to get one at the Love Hotel. Life had moved on for them both, and while Ichigo struggled to balance his life out, Uryuu had succeeded in doing so years before him. It was a testament to the man's strength.

"I did, I didn't start it," Ichigo replied with finality, taking another drag of his cigarette. Uryuu sighed, taking a drag as well. He leaned against the wall with Ichigo, dropping the subject thankfully.

"Have you talked to Orihime recently?" Uryuu asked silently, Ichigo shaking his head as he blew the smoke from between his lips. He watched it float over to the rain, disappearing from sight.

"Not for a while, though I heard she got a job with Core Magazine." Ichigo saw the man's face scrunch up, his glasses pushed up just slightly.

"I would have never guessed she was into adult manga," the younger tsked as he took another drag, Ichigo chuckling softly as he thought about the exuberant girl.

"She was rather excited to learn I was into men," Ichigo pointed out, gaining a small chuckle in return. She had been more than excited at the news, going as far to buy him a stack of yaoi so he could learn. Ichigo had graciously declined, though those books still sat in his closet, seeing as how she wouldn't take no for an answer.

Ichigo smiled, remembering the way her eyes had lit up.

"I had always thought you two would be together." Ichigo's eyebrow hiked up that statement, gaining a light chuckle from his supervisor.

"Well before you came out anyway…" Ichigo smiled and looked out to the rain, taking in a drag and blowing the smoke out from his nose.

"If I recall correctly, you were in a similar boat as myself," Ichigo pointed out, Uryuu glancing to him as a small smirk pulled at his lips. Ichigo watched him lazilly as he put out his cig before moving to stand in front of him, his eyes hinting at something. Ichigo didn't say or do anything as they just stared at each other, Uryu leaning in just slightly.

"Are you free tonight Ichigo?" Uryu asked bravely, Ichigo's not caught off guard by the question. After his break up they had messed around quite a bit, Ichigo's body thrumming at the feeling. He thought back to Grimmjow's email, mulling over what he should do in his mind. He sighed softly before shaking his head, flicking his cig into the pouring rain. He pushed off the wall to run a hand in the silk like hair, Uryu stepping a bit closer.

Fucking Grimmjow.

Tonight he would mind the blue haired devil, but...

"Not tonight," Ichigo whispered, Uryu's lips tantalizing close. He leaned in just slightly to taste them, feeling the shudder that went through the shorter man. Ichigo pressed a little harder, flicking his tongue out and running it along the plump bottom lip. Uryu wrapped his arms his waist, parting his lips just slightly to get a deeper taste. Ichigo let his tongue slid in, sinking both hands into that silky hair.

Uryu pulled away just slightly, his eyes dazed as he bit Ichigo's bottom lip. Ichigo let a small groan escape, tugging on his hair just slightly. Uryu pulled back and released his lip, Ichigo sorely tempted to just forget about Grimmjow all together.

The last thing he needed though was to have one of his men barge in while he was pleasuring his supervisor.

"I'm tempted to go to Renji instead," Uryu breathed, Ichigo smirking as he nipped the younger man's lip. Ichigo let his hands slip from his hair, smoothing down the mess he had created. Uryu slowly let his hands slip from around his waist, his touch becoming feather light.

"I'll let you know when I'm available," Ichigo whispered, giving him one last kiss before they separated. Right then another coworker opened the building door, stepping outside to catch a quick smoke. The two went inside, giving curt nods to their coworker who nodded back.

From then they only interacted as supervisor and employee, Ichigo handing in the spreadsheets he had finished as he watched time slowly go on by. There was nothing between them however, the two using each other for their own selfish needs. Uryu was by no means a slut, their introduction as adults being as a threesome with Renji after a long night of drinking.

Now the smaller man moved between them, going to them when he wasn't in a relationship. In return he gave Renji the release he needed, and when asked, pain to Ichigo. Though no toys were at Ichigo's place, Uryu had a chest of toys dedicated to giving Ichigo the pain he craved.

Though that information was held strictly between them. Not even Renji knew.

But at work, none of that existed. Uryu only ever called him by his last name here, and treated him as he would any other employee. It was a give and take relationship, one Ichigo had not expected to do such things as an adult.

When the handles linked up with five and twelve, Ichigo shutdown his computer. Some people continued to type away as they aimed for a late night, Ichigo wishing he could indulge in such a luxury to avoid Grimmjow. However he had completed all of the work he had missed, and finished seventy five percent of the work needed to be done today. His boss gave him the go ahead to go since he had succeeded in doing so much, saving him from possible firing.

Nobody could type up spreadsheets like he could.

"I'm giving you one last chance," his boss had cautioned him, looking over the screen of his computer with a irritated scowl. His hair was usually pushed back by white clips, but the long strands were put up into a ponytail today.

That was the sign he was buried in work or hungover, either one making him extremely irritable. Ichigo was lucky to be let off so lightly.

"Mess up again and your gone."

Ichigo had nodded before walking back to his desk, just glad to be in the yellow. He hated being on that mans bad side.

Ichigo sighed as he watched his computer go offline, grabbing his coat and slipping it on. He buttoned up the first four before putting some papers in his bag, deciding to catch up a little more on work if he managed to get out of Grimmjow's "meeting" early enough. He doubted it, but it would be awkward to leave empty handed.

Ichigo closed the clasps and grabbed his umbrella and his phone, slipping it into his coat pocket. He made sure he had his wallet before walking towards the exit, saying bye to a few coworkers he gossiped with before heading out of the large cubicle area and out into the hallway. He walked to the front doors, the doors sliding open so he could easily walk out. He opened his umbrella, taking a step into the rain.

"Kurosaki." Ichigo looked up and saw Shawlong holding his own umbrella, his features stoic as usual. Ichigo had hoped he could have met him a little ways further down as to not make a scene, though thankfully most of his employees had decided to stay overtime. This was the last thing Ichigo wanted any of them to see.

"Grimmjow-sama has ordered me to take you to his office. Please." Ichigo wrinkled his nose when the man opened the car door, Ichigo sighing as he lowered his umbrella and closed it before getting in swiftly. Shawlong closed the door before getting in as well, shaking out his umbrella before closing the door. Ichigo took out his phone as they drove to the other side of town, realizing he had a message from Renji. He opened it, reading it silently.

'You turned down Uryu?'

Ichigo frowned, typing a quick reply.

'I have some things I have to take care of.'

It only took a minute before there was a reply.

'I understand. I'll take care of him.'

Ichigo smiled at the reply, Renji always the one to try and consol the younger man. Ichigo knew he was crushing hard on the black haired man, though due to the nature of their relationship never really spoke up about his feelings. Ichigo felt a sense of normalcy at the thought, forgetting for just a second that he was currently the toy of a deranged maniac.

Ichigo sighed at length, ignoring the glance Shawlong made. He pulled up Uryu's number, typing a short message stating he would be busy for a few weeks. Ichigo put his phone away after that, resting his head back.

What a life.

"Grimmjow-sama has told me you will not be going to the club tonight. He has plans, and he expects you to comply." Ichigo met the driver's eyes in the mirror, grunting softly before looking out the window once again.

"That young man, is he your interest?" Ichigo's eyes widened in shock at the fact that he even knew about that, his shock quickly becoming anger.

"You've been following me?" Ichigo spat, Shawlong keeping his eyes on the road as he spoke.

"Grimmjow-sama has ordered me to ensure your well being, yes." His claws dug into his palm as he tried to remain calm, fear building up in his chest. Grimmjow would make sure he didn't have once of freedom would he?

"I have already informed Grimmjow-sama. He suggests you commit yourself to him." Ichigo didn't answer, Shawlong glancing to him again. The neko's expression was stoic, his eyes averted to the outside world. Shawlong was caught off guard, the usually expressive neko never so quiet or unreadable. The rest of the way they rode in silence, Ichigo getting out without his help. Ichigo entered the sliding doors, the building still empty.

Ichigo walked up to the woman whose voice he remembered, her eyes watching him as if she was waiting for what he would say or do. Ichigo kept himself professional , holding his bag and umbrella in either hand.

"I have a meeting with Grimmjow."

The girl blinked.

Ichigo didn't repeat himself, watching her expression of confusion dwindle into slight interest. She pressed a button on her phone, informing Grimmjow of his arrival.

"Send him up."

Ichigo walked away from her and headed towards the elevator through the slim hallway, pressing the button and waiting patiently. He could tell someone was sneakily following him but ignored it, walking into the elevator when the doors opened with a ding. He pressed thirty and turned to face the closing door, his hand clenching into a fist.

Ichigo was angry.

The events of the past few nights played in his head, the fear of Grimmjow's insanity threatening to break his cool facade. Even so, he didn't want anything to happen to Uryu or Renji. The fact that Grimmjow had ordered someone to watch him so closely frightened him, and he knew once he saw that maniacal grin his facade would slip. He knew that once he was delivered pain he would become an aroused mess, and if Grimmjow touched him like he did last night…

Ichigo swallowed thickly at the thought, trying hard to steel his resolve before the doors opened.

He wouldn't let his friends be dragged into this.

When the doors opened he walked into the lobby like area, seeing the girl who was once again reading a magazine. He walked past her with not even a word, catching the rude look she pointed at him. He opened the door and entered, seeing Grimmjow sitting at his desk. His eyes glanced up, Ichigo placing down his umbrella and bag against the wall opposite of the door. Grimmjow finished whatever he was typing before pressing a button and closing his laptop, standing up from his chair.

For a long moment, there was silence.

"Keep your men away from my job." Grimmjow's eyebrow hiked up, Ichigo trying to not let his hand shake in fear as Grimmjow walked from behind his desk. He didn't move towards him though, just leaned against it as a smirk played onto his lips. Ichigo continued.

"What I do there, is none of your business."

There was another long silence, Grimmjow's smirk stretching. Ichigo took a step back when Grimmjow burst into a fit of laughter, the sound making a shiver run up his spine.

"You're telling me what to do?" Grimmjow snarled suddenly, Ichigo taken aback by the sudden shift in tone. He fought the urge to run, nodding with less certainty than was intended.

"Yes."

Ichigo grabbed the door handle when Grimmjow started to move towards him, jumping when Grimmjow moved quickly and slammed his hand against the door. Ichigo swallowed thickly, Grimmjow grinning wide like a jackal.

"I own you, Ichigo Kurosaki." Ichigo gasped when Grimmjow grabbed him by the throat, though he didn't squeeze. It was a warning, Grimmjow leaning in till his breath fanned over Ichigo's face.

Ichigo could smell coffee and something sweet in his breath, the smell rather human for the terrifying man. He could smell the hint of cinnamon, the smell rather intoxicating mixed in with Grimmjow's light cologne.

How come he had never smelled it before?

"You got balls, I'll give you that," Grimmjow chuckled, his fingers becoming featherly light around Ichigo's neck. His hand slid up into his hair, Ichigo fighting the urge to shiver at the feeling. He couldn't find his voice though, Grimmjow leaning in till their lips barely brushed together. Ichigo released a startled yelp when his hair was pulled, his head forced against the door.

"Who the fuck do ya think ya talking to!" Grimmjow roared, Ichigo releasing a small whimper at his angered tone. Ichigo yelped when he was thrown by his hair, slamming against the desk painfully. He tried to scramble to his feet, his eyes wide with fear as Grimmjow's grin was replaced with a look of pure anger.

Ichigo quickly got behind the desk to put something between them Grimmjow looking every bit like bull ready to charge.

"I gave you mercy, and this is how you repay me?" Grimmjow growled, Ichigo panting heavily as his tail puffed out and his ears hid in his hair. He pressed himself firmly against the glass, his legs shaking beneath him.

Was this what they meant by he had been in a good mood?

Was this his bad mood?

"You belong to me Strawberry, and if I so much as hear about you being with another man again…" Ichigo tried to run when Grimmjow bolted towards him, Ichigo caught after he had jumped over his own desk. Ichigo was pressed against the glass face first, his mind reeling in fear. He didn't even dare move as Grimmjow panted against his neck, his arm protesting when Grimmjow pulled it farther behind his back.

Would he break it?

"I'll do worse than fucking kill you." Ichigo grunted when he was released, Grimmjow tearing off his coat. Buttons flew against the glass and onto the floor, Ichigo turned to face the angered tyrant. His belt was violently taken off, the quickness of his pants and boxers being pulled down too quick for him to even think to protest.

Would he kill him with his belt?

"S-Stop!" Ichigo choked out, yelling when he was forced against the desk. Grimmjow pressed his hand between his shoulder blades, forcing him down. Ichigo tried to struggle, hearing before he even felt the felt of leather against skin. Ichigo let out a scream in surprise and pain, Grimmjow bringing down the belt again with more force. Ichigo's skin tingled and burned, an unsuspecting moan escaping. Grimmjow didn't stop however, spanking him with his belt until Ichigo was hard and nearly about to come.

With a growl Grimmjow threw down the belt, welts covering the neko's tanned ass. Ichigo had started crying at some point, his face pressed into the wooden desk as he tried to take in much needed breath.

Yes.

Ichigo was purring against the desk, his tail turned up and out of the way. Ichigo for a second forgot who had spanked him, completely turned on by the harsh treatment. He moaned when he felt a hand glide over his ass, moving his hips to feel more of that burning sensation. Ichigo pushed his pants and boxers down lower, looking at Grimmjow over his shoulder.

No matter how much Ichigo hated the man, a part of him needed more. He wanted to feel so much more pain, and his lust filled mind could hardly comprehend what he was doing.

He just wanted...

"More…"

Grimmjow blinked, caught off guard by the moan. His pants were uncomfortably tight at the sight of the neko offering himself, his cheeks flushed and his ass red. His hips were swinging back and forth lazily, the sight so absolutely tempting. Grimmjow set his features and picked up the belt slowly, The neko pulling up his shirt to expose his back as well.

For the first time in Ichigo's life, he begged.

"Please… More...:"

Grimmjow forgot he was angry at the neko and tightened his fingers around the belt, grabbing Ichigo's tail and once again bringing down the belt across his back. He broke the skin but Ichigo moaned in response. Grimmjow saw his eyes roll into the back of his head, the sight tantalizing. Grimmjow continued to spank the neko's back, ass and thighs, listening to the cries and moans. When he couldn't take it anymore he dropped the belt again, pressing his groin against the nekos upturned 's anger had dissipated, the harsh treatment of his toy giving him a much needed release.

Some areas were bleeding but Grimmjow only grew more turned on by the sight. He pulled his groin away and ran a hand across the neko's bleeding back, sliding it down that perfectly round ass to his muscular thighs. Grimmjow groaned, his pants too tight.

Why was he wearing them anyway?

He unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down quickly, Ichigo breathing quickly as he wiggled his hips urgently.

"Pull it harder," Ichigo purred, Grimmjow grabbing that swaying tail and pulling hard enough to make Ichigo yelp. Grimmjow shivered and fumbled into one of his drawers, growling when he didn't find any lube but rather some vaseline. He hadn't expected the neko to suddenly become his bitch, but he inwardly told himself to get some.

Ichigo was drooling against his desk, his mind a fuzz of pleasure. He had been given exactly what he needed, his body thrumming and his mind scrambled. A part of him wanted to run out, but his cock was too hard, urgently needing release. One stroke and he would have came. He didn't touch himself though, he wanted to feel this delicious torture.

He was sick.

When he heard a zipper he rose up slightly, looking behind him to Grimmjow. He saw him greasing himself, his tail upturning without a second thought. Ichigo caught the man's eyes however, the need evident in both of their eyes. They held the stare for a long moment, both of them frenzied with lust. Ichigo broke the stare to glance down to the blue haired mans cock. Damn. Ichigo shivered when his cock leaked at the sight of Grimmjow's member, the thing a fucking jackhammer.

Grimmjow moved his fingers to his ass, Ichigo biting his lip as he felt them slip between his cheeks. He turned his head away with a groan, jolting slightly when a greased finger entered him. Ichigo felt a familiar feeling in his stomach that traveled to his throat, always unsure if it felt uncomfortable or good. He shivered as the finger searched deeper, pulling away before it reached that wonderful bundle of nerves.

Instead Grimmjow put in two, searching once again. Ichigo jolted when he touched it, groaning deeply as his member ached with the feeling of almost cumming. Ichigo pushed back against them, Grimmjow spreading them as he tried to relax him enough.

Ichigo let himself shiver and moan with each pass of his fingers, needing more. He arched his back and moved away from the fingers, Grimmjow growling softly as he grabbed his hips to bring him back. Ichigo ground his ass against the large member, feeling it slide between his cheeks but not quite entering him.

"Fuck me," he growled out, Grimmjow reaching a hand down to line himself up. His clean hand delved into Ichigo's hair and pulled, forcing Ichigo to arch. The neko nearly screamed when Grimmjow pushed inside, his cock twitching violently but not releasing. Ichigo whimpered, grabbing onto the edge of the desk and digging his claws into the wood. When Grimmjow started thrusting, Ichigo couldn't control himself.

"Ngh! Ye… Yes! Oh fuck… Fuck! Fuck!" Ichigo was screaming any obscenities he could think of, Grimmjow groaning behind him.

"You're so tight!" Grimmjow hissed as he bent Ichigo over the table, pounding his hips hard against the brutalized ass. Ichigo wished he had taken his pants off as he tried to breathe, gritting his teeth as Grimmjow wrapped a hand around his throat. His ass and thighs burned more from the repeated contact, Ichigo trying vainly to push back even though he was restricted. Grimmjow groaned, thrusting harder.

"Oh fuck… your a good little slut," Grimmjow growled out, Ichigo moaning deeply. The neko screamed when Grimmjow tilted his hips and hit his prostate head on, his cock exploding. The first few spurts hit the desk, the rest dribbling down to the floor. Ichigo became near limp at the sudden release, only held up by the cock in his ass and the hand around his throat.

Grimmjow tried hard not to come right then, groaning as he pounded into the body beneath him. Ichigo seemed to get his bearings back enough to shake off his hand, pushing up on his arms and looking to Grimmjow over his shoulder. Grimmjow's teeth were clenched and his eyes were nearly glowing blue slits. Ichigo reached up and grabbed him by the hair, pulling him closer. Grimmjow eagerly kissed the neko, his thrusts becoming uncoordinated and frantic as he pushed his tongue into that inviting mouth.

Grimmjow became entranced when Ichigo dominated the kiss, his tongue merely following in sloppy licks. Ichigo moaned into his mouth, nipping his tongue. Grimmjow unraveled, a heavy groan escaping as he came into the writhing neko.

They stood there panting for a minute, Grimmjow's mind fried and his body feeling light. His eyes were closed as he weakly thrust into the neko, pulling out when he the feeling threatened to become painful and oversensitive. Ichigo fought to not fall to his knees, keeping his hands on the desk as he shook weakly.

What. The. Fuck.

Ichigo blushed fiercely as what had happened finally caught up with him, Grimmjow leaning against him and kissing his neck. Ichigo felt his arms wrap around him, his afterglow ruined by the sudden realization that he had let the man cum in him. He felt it flow down his thigh, his blush becoming darker.

He always used a condom.

Ichigo shivered when Grimmjow bit his neck, sucking it tenderly. Ichigo realized with utter horror, that he was branding him. He tried to pull away but the arms around him held him in place, Grimmjow's usual fierce demeanor replaced by a seemingly oversized cat. He pawed at Ichigo as he left love bites all over his neck, pulling his shirt to the side to leave a trail leading to his shoulder.

"I like you like this," Grimmjow purred against his neck, slowly releasing Ichigo from his embrace. Ichigo couldn't even speak as Grimmjow grabbed some tissues from his drawer, cleaning Ichigo before cleaning himself. Ichigo gasped when he spanked his sore ass, Ichigo gritting his teeth.

"This will not happen again Grimmjow," Ichigo finally managed to growl, Grimmjow chuckling as he pulled up his pants and fixed himself. Ichigo couldn't even move his hands from the desk, too afraid he might fall if he did.

"What happened with calling me Grimm?" The blue haired man teased, Ichigo blushing fiercer as he realized he had been screaming that the entire time. Ichigo took in a deep breath and slowly pulled up his pants when he was sure he wouldn't fall, Grimmjow throwing his belt onto the table.

"Tell me, Strawberry…" Ichigo stiffened when Grimmjow played with his tail, grabbing it before letting it slip through his fingers.

"All those times I beat you, did you get off on it?" Ichigo scowled as Grimmjow moved from behind him, moving to the other side of the desk. He wore a smug grin, the grin actually rather handsome on him.

Ichigo grit his teeth.

Grimmjow leaned closer, his eyes filled with mirth.

"Cause from what I can see, I think you did." Ichigo blushed fiercely, looking away since he still couldn't trust his legs to walk.

"Hm?" Grimmjow questioned with a chuckle, Ichigo feeling his cheeks become even hotter.

"I would never tell you." Grimmjow laughed out loud, Ichigo lowering his head.

What had he done?

Author's note: Well, this was surprisingly long. Anyway, Ichigo is a masochist and seems to have found his sadist. This chapter took a rather different turn then expected, but this story has been doing that to me since chapter 1. Like I said there will be multiple pairings, though I'ma see where that goes. Hope you liked it!