Chapter 5

Waking up with a sore ass was not how Ichigo planned his morning. He glared at the alarm that had woken him, his flingers lingering on it's snooze button. He turned over with a groan, wincing when his ass and lower back ached in protest.

Did he have to go to work?

Couldn't he sleep for a couple more hours?

Ichigo closed his eyes.

He had to go, or he'd really have a reason to be a stripper.

He sighed softly when he got up, not wanting to be fired just yet. He threw the blankets off him and instantly began to shiver, the shitty heater not doing much for him at the moment. It had broken down a couple of weeks before, right at the end of the warm months. Ichigo had contacted his landlord many times, even stopping her in the hallway at one point. She always claimed she would have someone come fix it, though that never happened.

Ichigo had spent a few nights at Uryu's over that time, but now that he was being followed he didn't dare get him more involved than he already was. He would have gone to his father's clinic, but the commute with traffic would be a solid two hours. He was already waking up at five so he could be there by eight. His job was only a fifteen minute walk anyway from this sucky apartment.

Ichigo quickly ran to the bathroom and turned the heater for the water on, shivering as he stared at it for a moment. He felt a light blush spread on his cheeks when his thighs and ass ached, the welts still very much there. After a long bath the swelling went down some, though cleaning himself out was a whole other feeling. After he had been thoroughly humiliated and could efficiently walk again, he left the office with a cackling Grimmjow behind him.

Ichigo wasn't sure if his supposed meeting was to fuck him, but to find his boxers ruined only made him more humiliated. Grimmjow was not one to have a small load, Ichigo was for sure he would never be able to clean himself out properly. His blush darkened at the thought, his fist clenching at his side.

The fucking asshole!

And to think Ichigo begged for his cock, what the fuck was wrong with him? Was it that fucking exciting to be treated that way, that he couldn't control himself?

You just wanted to see his cock again.

Ichigo scowled at the voice in the back of his head, squashing it immediately. Whatever he had experienced with Grimmjow was nothing back then, and it would continue to be nothing. Ichigo nodded his head with finality as he turned out of his bathroom, heading to the kitchen to put some coffee on so he didn't have to worry about it.

"Good morning."

Ichigo screamed in surprise at the tall man standing in his kitchen, a hand over his heart as he tried not to let it hop out of his chest. Nnoitra stood there chewing an apple, seeming rather bored. Ichigo lowered his hand and instantly became defensive, not used to people who kidnapped him just idling in his apartment.

Fucking Grimmjow, could he just have some privacy?

"How did you get in here?" Ichigo questioned with his usual scowl, Nnoitra looking to him with a raised brow.

"Ain't it obvious? I picked the lock ya dumb fuck."

Ichigo's tail flared in anger.

"What do you want?" Ichigo spat, finding the nerve to push past the brute to start his coffee. Nnoitra snorted, swallowing the apple he chewed.

"The boss insitis you live with him." Ichigo stopped in his preparations, feeling a cold shiver go down his spine. He tried to ignore it as he finished preparing the coffee, silent for a long moment.

"And he couldn't send that over an email because?" Ichigo asked irritatedly, Nnoitra taking another large bite. Ichigo turned to face the taller man, glad that last night he went to sleep fully clothed. Nnoitra shrugged his response, Ichigo rolling his eyes as he headed back to his bathroom to put something between them.

He could have probably broke the door in two, though Ichigo would be damned before staying near the man.

"His place is better than this dump," Nnoitra pointed out, Ichigo throwing a glare over his shoulder.

"I was gonna get a better one! But somebody took my money!" Nnoitra raised his eyebrow, the small neko seeming rather balsy that morning.

Ichigo was not a morning person.

"Tell your boss no, now if you would excuse me I have to get ready for work!" Nnoitra laughed when the neko slammed the door, looking to his mostly eaten apple.

"Tch."

He was lucky Grimmjow ordered him not to touch him.

Ichigo listened as the tall man left his apartment, taking a deep breath as he finally begin to undress. He tried to pretend that the man's presence hadn't scared him, though Ichigo could see his hands shaking. He really hoped bombs wouldn't be placed in his apartment, the thought sending a shiver of fear down his spine.

Nnoitra and Grimmjow were made for eachother.

Ichigo sank into the warm water and relaxed back, closing his eyes with a satisfied sigh. He opened his eyes and stared up at the peeling ceiling, letting his mind wander.

Grimmjow wanted him to move in with him?

Why all of a sudden?

Ichigo thought back to their activity against his desk, feeling a light blush touch his cheeks.

Was Grimmjow expecting him to live with him so he could fuck him whenever he wanted?

No!

Ichigo shook away the thought, sinking a little lower and bringing his thighs to his chest. He blew a few bubbles against the water, trying hard to forget the night before.

Grimmjow was just playing with him, right?

That was probably why Nnoitra left so easily.

Ichigo nodded before stepping out of the bath, washing his body silently. He looked at all the bruises and marks he had on his body, trying hard not to blush at the evidence of his submission. He scrubbed until he winced, sighing as he grabbed his bucket. He poured the water over his head and hummed softly from the warmth.

These were what wet dreams were made of.

Ichigo stood up to get back in the bath but heard someone knock at the door. He dried himself before wrapping his towel around his waist and walked to the door, opening it just slightly. Ichigo's eyes bugged out of his head when he saw Keigo, his wide eyed amazement becoming a narrowed eyed glare.

"Keigo…"

The smaller man flinched at the growl, Ichigo swinging the door open and grabbing him by his collar. Keigo screeched in fear, Ichigo pulling him into his apartment and slamming the door closed. Ichigo punched him as hard as he could, Keigo falling to the ground with a grunt.

"You fucker!" Ichigo roared, Keigo raising his hands to defend himself.

"I didn't know they would take you too, I swear!" Keigo yelled out, Ichigo kicking him with a growl.

"Like hell! Why the fuck are you associated with the fucking Yakuza!" Ichigo spat, Keigo getting on his knees and pressing his head against the floor.

"Please forgive me!" Keigo whimpered, Ichigo gritting his teeth. He wanted so badly to beat the crap out of the man, but he knew he also needed answers. He felt their meeting had been too coincidental, though mostly he wanted a way to get away from them all. He didn't want to risk going to his father's clinic, not yet anyway.

He had to get Grimmjow off his back.

Ichigo growled out his frustration before grabbing the smaller man, forcing him to look him in the eye.

"Tell me how you got affiliated with the fucking Yakuza.."

"Grimmjow and I grew up together!" Keigo yelped, Ichigo frowning as his grip on the collar loosened. Keigo blinked up to him with tears in his eyes, Ichigo's eyes narrowing slightly.

"If so why did he let the fucking giant shoot you?" Ichigo questioned with a scowl, his eyes burning with anger.

"And why are you able to stand?"

"I can explain!" Keigo cried, Ichigo's scowl becoming a sneer.

"Explain. Fucking explain! I've been tortured the past couple of days, I need a lot more than a fucking explanation!" Keigo's eyes became wide circles of fear, Ichigo throwing him to the floor with a growl.

"Listen Ichigo, they want me to rob a bank! They won't let you go until I pay them b-"

"Why do you owe them! What did you do!" Ichigo yelled, Keigo whimpering softly. Ichigo watched with his ears perked fully, his tail twitching with anger. He was beyond furious that the guy even came to his place, and he was seriously wondering if maybe he should find a new place.

Oh, but with what money?

Ichigo took his frustration out on his coffee, stomping over to his coffee pot and pouring himself a cup. He drank it black and ignored the horrible taste, pouring himself another before tearing open his cabinet to grab his sugar and creamer.

"I started…. I had… I had started doing drugs, Ichi." Ichigo frowned as his frantic stirring became slow as he heard Keigo's small whisper.

"Me and Orihime had been dating secretly, though she was married to her work. When we broke up, I failed to get a job and became homeless. Gr-"

Ichigo brought the cup to his lips, sipping slowly as he tried to listen. His hands were no longer shaking with anger, but he wasn't one hundred percent okay though. At the mention of Orihime, he couldn't help but want to listen more closely.

"Grimmjow let me crash with him, and some of his buddies let me try some dust. Cocaine if you will. I… I got addicted." Ichigo finally turned to face his childhood friend, his eyebrows creased with worry and disbelief.

Keigo, doing drugs?

Ichigo felt a small amount of guilt for not even noticing his friends struggles, though he squashed it as he waited for the rest of the story.

"I-It got so bad, I was stealing it. Nnoitra caught me, and after I confessed, I learned I had stole three million yens worth of cocaine. When I came to you, I… I lied because I didn't want you to worry."

Ichigo felt a tightening in his chest at his friends words, hiding his turmoil with his cup. Keigo sniffled softly, Ichigo seeing the tears stream down his face.

"I got clean before I came here though, I swear Ichi I stopped! B-But I di… I didn't mean to drag you into this!" Ichigo looked away when Keigo started to sob, gritting his teeth as he tried to control his own overflow of emotions. He wanted to beat Keigo to a pulp, to hug him, to scream at him till he became deaf. He at that moment though was just…

Tired.

"Stop crying you idiot," Ichigo sighed, more awake now with his large dose of caffeine. He put down his cup and walked over to the crying man on his floor, pulling Keigo up by his shoulder. Keigo sobbed like a baby, Ichigo rolling his eyes.

"Stop crying or I'll really kill you," Ichigo barked, Keigo wiping his eyes as he feebly tried to stop. Ichigo looked down at himself and realized he was still in a towel, sighing softly as he turned away from his childhood friend. His anger had made him forget how fucking cold it was.

"Drink some coffee and relax, I need to get ready for work." Ichigo walked away with that, heading back to his room. He quickly got dressed and walked back out, looking to the time again.

He had another hour to burn, though he didn't feel like staying home any longer.

Everything was just too overwhelming.

"I'm sorry, Ichi." Ichigo looked over his shoulder to Keigo, the smaller man sitting at his table with a cup of coffee in his hands. Ichigo didn't say anything, only grabbed his bag and put on his shoes.

With that, he left.

…..

"Are you okay?" Ichigo looked up to his superior, the shorter man wearing his usual scowl. There was a hint of worry in his eyes though, Ichigo giving him a small smile. It was forced though.

He didn't want to tell him he had done it with Grimmjow.

"Wanna go for a smoke?" He asked softly, the softness only something he used for Ichigo. The neko's ears twitched, giving away his emotion. Uryu motioned with a finger for him to stand up, Ichigo obeying as to not make a scene. They went to the side of the building this time, Ichigo taking the cigarette he was given.

"Tell me what happened," Uryu pushed, Ichigo watching him as he lit his cigarette. He looked at the burning flame, releasing a heavy sigh.

"I…" Ichigo pursed his lips, looking to Uryu who questioned him with his eyes. Ichigo brought the cigarette to his lips, trying to find the right words to explain his situation.

"Did you meet somebody?" Ichigo looked to the smaller man sharply, his supervisor sharper than he had given him credit. Ichigo's cheeks heat up just slightly, as his idea of meeting somebody was more of a contract that could get him killed. Uryu sighed.

"You've been limping since you came in Ichigo, it's obvious." Ichigo's cheeks only became redder at that, Uryu taking a long drag from his cigarette. The silence stretched for a long moment, Ichigo feeling like a inexperienced teenager again.

"Y-Yeah." It wasn't like he had been asked a question, though the quiet confirmation took a large weight off his chest. Uryu blew smoke out into the air, sighing again.

"Is that who picked you up?" Uryu questioned, Ichigo tensing slightly.

Had he seen that?

"Hime the office bitch spread the rumor. I didn't believe it at first…." Ichigo swallowed thickly, blowing smoke from his nose.

"Is he at least famous?" Ichigo gaped at that, Uryu looking to him before chuckling. Ichigo quickly closed his mouth, clearing his throat.

"Why are you so okay with this?" Ichigo questioned, Uryu shrugging a shoulder.

"We agreed no strings attached. We used eachother Ichigo, nothing more. I'm not angry."

If only you knew, Ichigo thought, releasing a deep sigh. Uryu smirked, throwing his cig into the street before turning to the neko.

"Just let me know if he isn't satisfying you," Uryu joked, half serious. Ichigo nodded with a genuine smile, his eyes becoming lidded when Uryu leaned closer. Their lips met for only a second before his supervisor went back inside, Ichigo sighing as he looked down to his cig.

He had imagined that would end considerably different.

He flicked his bud before turning to enter back into the building, stopping when he heard someone clear their throat. Ichigo turned around, seeing Nnoitra stand there. Ichigo froze, his tail becoming rigid as he tried to think if the door locked.

Maybe he could run…?

"Grimmjow is an insistent fuck, I hope you know." Ichigo raised an eyebrow, Nnoitra grinning wildly as he reached a hand into his coat. Ichigo fought the urge to run, relaxing slightly when the taller man took out a piece of paper and not a gun.

"He demands you reconsider." Once Ichigo took the paper Nnoitra walked off, scaring the shit out a woman on her phone. Ichigo swallowed thickly, eyeing the piece of paper like it was a snake. He unfolded it slowly, his breath catching in his throat.

'Ichigo,

I informed your landlord you are moving out today, and have moved your belongings to my home. Shawlong will bring you after work.

Grimm'

…

Mother fucker!

Ichigo tore up the piece of paper with a growl of anger, scaring some people who were walking by. He ignored the whispers as he stormed back into his office building, going to the bathroom in hopes to calm himself down. He stomped in and wet his face, scrubbing hard as the words played behind his eyes.

He hated him he hated him he hated him!

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

"Kurosaki?" The neko looked up from his needless scrubbing, his boss standing next to him. Ichigo blushed as he grabbed some paper towels, clearing his throat. His boss's hair was once again in a ponytail, Ichigo swallowing thickly before giving a quick apology.

"If you have time for these antics, get back to work." Ichigo bowed before quickly walking out, walking back to his desk. He sat down with a sigh, getting a worried look from the woman across from him. Ichigo ignored her and booted back up his computer, swallowing back his anger.

Insistent his ass, the man was like a spoiled brat who wanted everything.

Ichigo wanted to growl at the fact he had given in so easy anyway, wondering if maybe this development could have been avoided if he had just not been turned on by pain. He couldn't even remember where his perversion had stemmed from, only that his ex helped him realise it.

Ichigo's thoughts slowed as he remembered the man, looking to his computer screen as he numbly typed away.

He had been kind, sweet, strong, and so cool. Ichigo remembered the first time they had ventured into the bedroom, his ex having been more practiced while Ichigo had still been a virgin. It was painful and awful to be truthful, but after some exploration, it had quickly become good. He never could hurt Ichigo like he wanted to be hurt though, always stopping before he traversed too far. None the less he showed Ichigo to the world of pain, and Ichigo had really thought they would last.

That was, until he found him with another guy in their bed.

Ichigo grit his teeth, once again in his cycle of anger. He tried not to think about either as he worked, not even wanting to think about what he would see when he was dragged to Grimmjow's place.

The pervert probably had a mirror on his bedroom ceiling.

Ichigo snorted at the thought, sitting back to crack his neck. He blinked when he saw something blue out of the corner of his eyes, sitting up straight as he tried to pinpoint it again.

His jaw dropped.

Grimmjow was talking with his boss as if they were old friends, the two laughing at something. The entire office wasn't sure if they should relax or be frightened at the laughter, scared of more work being piled onto them. Ichigo swallowed thickly and slowly got up from his seat, taking a step towards the bathroom.

"Ichigo your off for the day!" His boss ordered, Ichigo's tail twitching. He slowly turned to face his boss and Grimmjow, ignoring the look the blue haired man gave him.

"Thank you," Ichigo replied with a bow, straightening up and collecting his things. His boss bowed to Grimmjow before heading back to his office, the entire office relaxing at the smile on his lips.

They were all dying with their workloads. Even Ichigo was starting to feel the stress.

The neko slowly put the necessary papers in his bag to catch up on work, trying hard to ignore the man who watched him. He could feel the lewdness in those eyes, his clothes feeling like saran wrap.

Ichigo saved some files before booting down his computer, glad to see Uryu walk up to him. Ichigo gave him a bow, his tail tilting up in slight excitement to have the man as a distraction.

"I need your reports by friday," Uryu ordered, Ichigo nodding before grabbing his bag.

He turned to finally face Grimmjow, trying hard to ignore his stare as he walked towards him. He brushed past him to get to the hallway, Grimmjow chuckling softly.

"No thank you?"

Ichigo bit his tongue as his face turned red.

Author's note: Back in school, though it is done. Yes I know I left it on a cliffhanger! The insanity was a little toned down, but it'll be back next chapter!

He hated him!