Chapter 6

How Ichigo found himself under Grimmjow screaming his name, was not how he expected this to happen. It had happened so fast, and he wanted to slap himself for giving in once again. He would facepalm if his hands weren't busy in that soft, silky blue hair.

What he was expecting to happen was for him to be clear with Grimmjow, and tell him that he would not having anything to do with him besides pay back the debt. When rewinding and looking back at the situation, he quickly realised how this escalated.

…..

"Why did you move me in with you?" Ichigo questioned as he sat in the backseat of the car, Grimmjow sitting next to him with a disinterested look on his face. Even though the blue haired man seemed to hunt him down, he didn't immediately try to do anything.

If anything, it was possible he came because he was tired of work.

Fucking brat.

Grimmjow glanced to him from the corner of his eyes, a small smirk pulling away his frown.

"I thought it was obvious," Grimmjow teased, Ichigo scowling as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"No, it's not. I was told I would only have to pay back the debt, not live with you." Grimmjow chuckled, sliding a hand through his hair before giving Ichigo his full attention.

"Paying rent takes away money. You want to pay me off as quickly as possible, ne?" Ichigo was relieved to know that it was about rent and not having him close by to fuck, uncrossing his arms slowly.

"I do, but-"

"And ya seemed to enjoy my dick as well." Ichigo's cheeks heated up as he stuttered, his eyes going wide. Ichigo snapped.

"I did not! I didn't want any of that!" Ichigo growled out, his ears twitching angrily. He became more angry when Grimmjow laughed, his blush darkening as he threw a punch without thinking. Ichigo was surprised when his fist was caught, Grimmjow's smirk now a scowl. The neko yelped when he was pulled over the mans lap, yelping when he felt a sting against his clothed ass. His tail turned over, opening his ass for more.

However Ichigo froze in the presence of pain, almost hearing Grimmjow grin at his reaction.

"You didn't?" Grimmjow purred, Ichigo roughly twisting out of his grasp and moving to press against the door. Ichigo tried to keep his scowl in place as he glared at Grimmjow, the blue haired man seeming to enjoy his angst.

"We're here." Ichigo jumped out before Shawlong could open his door, nearly shaking in anger and arousal. He tried to ignore his semi hard member and looked up to the house they stopped in front of.

Ichigo gaped.

He suddenly felt like a peasant.

The house was more like a palace, standing at three stories. The house was all white wall that appeared to be nearly porcelain and the roof was a dark grey, the front door looking as if it would take five men to open it. Floor to ceiling windows were on either side of it, only making it more daunting. Rooms that appeared to be closed off by shoji's were hidden behind tall beautiful trees, only adding to the palace like feel.

The second floor was made to look more open, a long hallway acting as a balcony. There was a table to a corner with some chairs, overlooking what appeared to be a garden. There seemed to be only shoji's for the doorways, and a stairway that led up to the third floor. The third floor roof was a little bit larger than the first and second floor, hiding a lot of decor.

It was fucking beautiful.

Ichigo jumped when he was hugged from behind, a heated groin pressed against his ass. The neko tried to pull away with little success, a warm tongue lapping at his twitching ear. Ichigo gasped from the sensation, feeling Grimmjow's breath as he growled softly into his ear.

"Still want to go back to that shit apartment?" Ichigo's cheeks became red as he felt the groin grind into his ass, his stomach warming as his semi became a full raged bulge in his work pants. Ichigo twisted hard to get away, Grimmjow using the force of his turn to lift him off the ground bridal style. Ichigo wrapped his arms around the blue haired devil's neck so he wouldn't fall, quickly letting go when Grimmjow grinned.

"Put me down!" Ichigo yelped, Grimmjow chuckling as he carried the struggling neko to his new home. Ichigo was caught off guard when the doors were opened by a shaggy haired man, Grimmjow carrying him into the house easily. Ichigo gaped once again before he could stop himself.

Inside was beautiful, white walls accentuated by black furniture. There was a spiral staircase to the left, a large dalmatian printed couch to the right. It was placed in front of a TV that covered the wall nearly from floor to ceiling, a round black coffee table placed between them. It was placed on top of a dark blue carpet, though the rest of the floor was made from mahogany.

There was a room that seemed to be the kitchen, Ichigo only catching a glimpse of it before he was suddenly being carried up the spiral staircase.

He remembered he should be protesting and started to struggle a new, Grimmjow carrying him to the second floor before dropping him. Ichigo yelped as he smashed face first into the floor, getting onto his knees and rubbing his sore nose.

"Fucker, why did you drop me?!" Ichigo yelled, Grimmjow smirking down at him.

"You told me to let you go."

Asshole!

Ichigo slowly stood up and crossed his arms over his chest, suddenly extremely suspicious. If Grimmjow was just using him to pay back Keigo's debt, why would he bring him here? And why did it feel like he was teasing him, instead of beating the crap out of him?

Ichigo took a step back.

"Why are you not beating me up? Your a Yakuza, your all fucking animals, aren't you?" Ichigo asked carefully, taking another step back. Grimmjow tilted his head to the side, something flashing in his eyes.

"Do you want me to beat you up?" Ichigo scowled, looking around quickly. There was multiple doors, all possibly leading to some crazy place. Ichigo looked back to Grimmjow, the blue haired man's expression suddenly very serious. Ichigo felt his tail go between his legs, Grimmjow's eyes glancing down to it quickly.

"If I'm just paying you back, why are you doing this?" Ichigo whispered, wincing when his voice came out a lot more weakly than he had wanted. Grimmjow licked his lips, taking a step towards Ichigo.

"I was gonna kill ya, but you make me hungry Strawberry," Grimmjow purred, though his tone made the purr sound dangerous. Ichigo's scowl slipped as fear throbbed in his veins, Grimmjow walking over to a black desk with a vase on it. Ichigo watched as he took his gun out of his coat, his throat suddenly dry at the sight of it. Grimmjow casually took off his suit jacket, Ichigo surprised to see him wearing a dark purple dress shirt with a black tie. It went perfectly with his hair, though the black holster that wrapped over his shoulders was surprising. Grimmjow calmly took out the second gun, placing it next to the first.

He could have easily took Ichigo out when he had grabbed his gun in his office.

Ichigo felt his cheeks burn. Had he only been playing with him up until now?

"Tell me Ichigo, how do you think you'll be able to pay me back?" Grimmjow asked seriously, his business tone replacing his usual loose slang. Ichigo blinked, clenching his fists.

"I have a job if you forgot!" Ichigo snapped, Grimmjow undoing his holster and placing it on top of his guns. Ichigo wasn't sure what to do, almost too scared to move. This was the Grimmjow he remembered meeting for the first time, the deranged psychopath that he couldn't read. Ichigo, though he was fearful, was… curious.

It was a stupid emotion to have while in the face of a maniac, but he could feel the tingling of something on his spine. His tail was still between his legs as he fought the urge to go on his knees, fighting his urge to submit.

Ichigo would not submit to him…

But…

The man's presence when he was like this demanded it, the aura around him dangerous and terrifying. He didn't even have to look at Ichigo to install fear, didn't even have to say a word. It was frightening beyond words, but...

Ichigo watched as Grimmjow rolled up his sleeves, his arms dusted with dark blue hair. His face was near blank, though Ichigo could see the bulge in his black work pants. The lack of grinning insanity installed a deep fear in the neko, this side of Grimmjow something he had never seen before. The emotional distance was kind of sexy, Ichigo swallowing thickly as he felt his legs start to shake.

"And how much does that job pay?" Grimmjow asked, Ichigo looking behind him to the many doors.

"8...80,000 yen."

"Your rent? How much is that?"

"40,000."

"So tell me Strawberry, how will you pay me back with scraps?" Ichigo moved back against a door, Grimmjow turning to face him fully. Ichigo slowly grabbed the knob, testing it to make sure he could open it. Grimmjow looked absolutely menacing, his frown slowly lifting into a dangerous smirk.

"Or would you rather pay with your body?" Ichigo felt his face become impossibly hot, the heat even reaching his ears. Grimmjow moved closer slowly, Ichigo's ears going flat against his head as his tail stiffened. Ichigo felt his hand let go of the knob, Grimmjow's eyes demanding his submission. He couldn't breathe, though he felt his breath move between his lips in soft pants. He couldn't make himself move even though he desperately wanted to, couldn't look away from the devil himself.

Grimmjow reached a hand up, Ichigo wincing away from it. Grimmjow's smirk widened, his hand lowering to the door knob and turning it. Ichigo felt the barrier move from behind him, Grimmjow pressing his hand against Ichigo's chest and softly pushing him.

Ichigo took a few steps into the room, not daring to look around as Grimmjow entered as well. The door was closed behind the taller man, Ichigo suddenly engulfed in darkness. His eyes fought to adjust, Grimmjow's eyes seeming to nearly glow in the dark.

Would he kill him?

Ichigo gasped when he was slapped, the sudden sting making his nerves tingle. Ichigo wasn't even sure how to respond to it, lifting a hand to his cheek. He grunted when his arm was grabbed and he was pressed against the doorway face first, his arm pulled behind his back. Ichigo gasped out his pain when Grimmjow pulled his arm harder, feeling his steady breaths against his ear.

"Would you sell your body to me, Strawberry?"

Grimmjow's voice was low and heavy, the sound sending a shiver down Ichigo's spine. His member begged for more as he panted softly against the door, a sense of thrill shocking him. He arched against the door when his ass was slapped, the healing welts stinging. Ichigo bit his lip as the pain felt like pleasure, his heart pounding against his chest.

Another slap drew out a low gasp, Grimmjow rubbing his ass through his pants.

"Ne?" Grimmjow whispered, Ichigo swallowing down his whine. He tried feebly to clear his mind, wanting to get as far away from the man as possible but also submit. Two hard slaps drew out a moan, Ichigo gasping when he felt himself almost cum.

He heard Grimmjow shuffle behind him, his hand released. Ichigo let it fall limply to his side, closing his eyes as he tried to clear the fog that had controlled him. He was turned to face the blue haired man, his fingers swift as he unbuttoned his dress shirt. Ichigo didn't fight, the cold air of the room hitting his skin and causing goosebumps to flare up all over his body.

Grimmjow slid his shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. His belt was unbuckled, and his pants undone. Ichigo let his head fall back as Grimmjow kissed his throat, the heated kisses slowly going down his body. Ichigo put a hand on his head, arching against him when he nibbled on his hip bone.

His shoes were undone and taken off, his pants pulled off swiftly after. Ichigo groaned as his hard member was hit by the cold air, feeling a tongue lap at the engorged head. Grimmjow didn't go any farther though, slowly kissing up Ichigo's body once again. Ichigo swallowed thickly as he craved to be filled, his ass almost aching for it.

"Please," Ichigo whimpered, Grimmjow spreading heated kisses along his neck and jaw. Ichigo gasped when his member was grabbed and squeezed, the feeling making him stiffen as a yelp escaped his throat. Grimmjow groaned as he finally pulled away fully, all touch ceased. Ichigo was left panting naked and aroused, his legs shaking beneath him.

How did he get to this?

"Get on your knees and sell your body to me." Ichigo swallowed as he fought the urge to obey, his member aching badly. He felt like a whore but enjoyed it, meeting the glowing eyes in the dark.

"I would never," he whispered weakly, seeing the man's grin in the dark.

"Then you may leave. Just like that." The tone he used was sharp despite his grin, Ichigo's member throbbing in response. Ichigo went to grab himself, his hand slapped away. Ichigo bit back his whimper, Grimmjow tilting his head as he watched the neko's inner turmoil. Ichigo let his head fall back, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

He really didn't want to do this.

He really didn't want to give his body away so easily, especially for something he could slowly pay off. He could go back to the club and dance his ass off, earn enough to pay of the blue haired devil within a few months. He could walk out of here and get his place back, explain to his landlord that Grimmjow was a lying lunatic. Or he could go to his father and say he couldn't keep up with the rent.

Selling his body however?

What would be expected of him?

What things would he be forced to do? Wait for Grimmjow to come home and use him every night?

'You'd get to live here. With an amazing dick to fill you every night.'

Ichigo mentally shook away that voice, the voice that held his darkest thoughts. He didn't want to hear what it had say. Though that never meant it went away.

'He could punish you like you deserve.'

Ichigo moaned desperately as he slid down to his knees, his member throbbing in discomfort. He was on his hands and knees, his member begging for release. He tried to think of anything to make it go away, but the presence of the man distracted him. He could feel the eyes dig into his head, could feel his presence like a whip.

It was intoxicating.

"P-Please," Ichigo whimpered, Grimmjow chuckling as he got down to one knee. Ichigo gasped when his hair was pulled, his eyes forced to meet the electrifying blue. A low growl that sent Ichigo's body into hysterics slipped past those grinning teeth.

"Sell your body to me. And I'll take off a million yen." Ichigo felt his arousal shift towards near pain, reaching a hand towards his member. It was slapped, a pathetic whimper escaping.

"Grimm please!" Ichigo nearly cried, his bottom lip shaking. Grimmjow pulled harder on his hair, Ichigo gasping as he felt his member leak heavily.

"Then tell me what I want to hear Strawberry."

'You know you'll love it.'

Ichigo couldn't handle it anymore.

"I'll sell myself to you just please!"

Ichigo suddenly found himself on his back, Grimmjow unbuttoning his pants, the sound of his zipper making Ichigo choke out a sob. He didn't dare touch his cock though, Grimmjow spitting on to his fingers. It was not nearly enough lube though neither cared, Ichigo crying out a sob as a finger was pushed into his body. He arched off the floor in need, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

Grimmjow grit out a curse as he quickly added a second finger, stretching and relaxing the orange haired neko. Grimmjow suddenly remembered he had the lube in his back pocket, taking out his fingers gingerly and grabbing the bottle. He popped open the cap and squirted some onto his fingers, sticking them both back into his neko.

It was a good thing he reminded himself.

Ichigo moaned, bucking his hips as much as he could to make them go deeper. Grimmjow groaned, deciding enough was enough. He once again pulled away his fingers and slathered the remaining lube on his cock, hissing softly.

Ichigo nearly screamed when he was finally being filled, the member burning inside him as it slowly ventured deeper with light pushes. Ichigo let out a strained moan as he gripped the man with his thighs, his body not fully prepared. He tried to relax around it as it ventured deeper, feeling a shock zap from his stomach to the back of his head when the bundle of nerves was touched. Ichigo instinctually bucked, pushing Grimmjow in most of the way.

The blue haired man leaned over him, his forearms placed on either side of Ichigo's head. Ichigo delved his hands into the blue hair, the spiked locs not stiff with gel. Ichigo groaned as Grimmjow started to thrust, Ichigo screaming out in pleasure. The friction of Grimmjow's stomach was enough to make him go over the edge, Ichigo screaming his name as he came. Grimmjow was only getting started though, his member sliding over his pleasure spot with light kisses.

Ichigo couldn't tell if he was breathing as he screamed the man's name, his lungs burning and his head fuzzy. He was sure he had probably ripped from the lack of prep, though the pain only added to his pleasure. He was quickly becoming hard again, his eyes closed tight as he begged and screamed.

How it all came to this, was a mess. Ichigo thought he would pass out from it all, feeling the tears that spilled down his temples. He wanted more, but his skin was stubbornly in the way. He wanted Grimmjow to forever be inside him, to never stop giving him this pleasure. He was babbling in broken japanese, confessing how good it felt. Demanding the man to never stop, to keep his cock deep inside him.

To only fuck him.

Ichigo arched when he felt his body on the brink once again, Grimmjow's breaths coming out harsh as he snapped his hips forward fast and hard. It was maddening, leading Ichigo to a pounding orgasm. His cock twitched before he covered himself in his semen once again, feeling a thick spurt hit his chin from the force of his orgasm.

Grimmjow wouldn't stop though, Ichigo arching his back as he screamed wordlessly. The scream tore out Grimmjow's orgasm, the blue haired man cursing under his breath as he filled the smaller man. Ichigo was suddenly held against the man's neck, the embrace tight as he felt the hot spurts deep inside him.

Ichigo let his fingers comb through the blue locks, his post orgasmic high making him feel calm and relaxed. Grimmjow let his weight fall on top of him, his member still deep inside the neko as he gasped for breath

. Ichigo listened to his breaths even out, the two of them too tired to do much else. Ichigo felt the member twitch inside him, Grimmjow groaning softly as he rose up slowly. Ichigo shivered when he slid out of him, feeling the semen slip out of him.

Ichigo shivered as he moved up as well, Grimmjow pulling him into his lap. Ichigo shivered as he rested his sore ass against clothed thighs, Grimmjow leaning back against something and looking up to him. Ichigo leaned down to kiss him, the urge sudden and done before he could overthink it. Grimmjow slid a hand up his back, the other going to his sore hole. Ichigo moaned as he teased it with a finger, deepening the kiss.

At that moment he didn't care what they were to each other. He didn't care about how they had came to meet. All he cared about was the pleasure he delivered, his body sucking up everything like it would die without it.

Ichigo wanted the dick inside him, the tongue to tease him, for the man to only be his. He wanted the pain and pleasure he could give him, to be owned by this man.

Ichigo pulled away from the kiss with a gasp at the thought, his mind snapping out of his haze. Ichigo looked down to that face in the dark, seeing the eyes stare up at him as if he were an incubus.

Ichigo blushed, a long low gasp escaping when his prostate was pressed. Grimmjow kissed his throat and shoulders, Ichigo fighting the urge to grind against that invading digit. Ichigo felt his jaw become loose and his body tingle as the finger pressed firmly and stayed, the pleasure bordering on pain.

"G-Grimm…"

Grimmjow growled softly, biting down onto Ichigo's shoulder and sucking. Ichigo leaned into it, feeling his member twitch weakly in response. He didn't even think he could get hard anymore, his body desperately needing a break. Grimmjow was slowly getting hard again however, Ichigo rising up off the devilish finger. Grimmjow let go of his shoulder with a growl, Ichigo's legs shaking as he rose from the man's lap.

Ichigo fell against a wall, his breath coming out in harsh pants as he leaned against the cold wall. Grimmjow got up as well, walking over to the door and flicking on the light. Ichigo blinked in an effort to let his eyes adjust, looking around to see they were in a large bathroom. Ichigo blushed when he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror over the sink, looking like a whore pressed against the wall with shaking thighs and cum covering his chest.

His eyes moved to Grimmjow when he rested against the sink with a smirk, his eyes bright with post orgasmic glee. Ichigo looked away as he tried to think about what he had done, Grimmjow not moving from his spot or putting himself away. Ichigo's cock twitched again at the sight, an audible shiver slipping from him.

"What do I have to do?" Ichigo whispered, unable to bring out his anger while he felt so weak and sated. Grimmjow's smirk became a grin, Ichigo glancing to him wearily.

"Whatever pleases me," Grimmjow purred, pushing off the sink cabinet and pulling Ichigo against his chest. The neko grabbed onto his shirt weakly, unable to stop himself from taking a deep whiff of his scent.

He smelled so good...

"And never let anyone else touch you. If I see or hear about it, I'll kill them and punish you." Ichigo shivered against him, Grimmjow continuing.

"You are only able to please me, and in return I'll give you pain." Ichigo's eyes widened, Grimmjow sliding a hand down to the neko's ass.

"All you have to do, is ask."

Ichigo swallowed as he slowly pulled away from the man's neck to look up, seeing Grimmjow's menacing grin.

"And wear a collar, one you will never take off. Am I clear?" Ichigo frowned, shaking his head.

"I would ne- ah!" Ichigo gasped when his hair was pulled, Grimmjow's grin becoming maniacal as he glared down at his new toy.

"If you do not wear it, I will tattoo my name onto your throat," Grimmjow threatened, Ichigo staring up at him as he realized once again who he was with. Grimmjow was in fact an insane killer, once crazy enough to kill him if Ichigo upset him enough. Ichigo tried to pull away but he was held tightly, Grimmjow's eyes becoming blue orbs of insanity.

"Do not test me, Strawberry." Ichigo panted softly as he realized his predicament, swallowing audibly.

"Y-Yes Grimmjow."

The blue haired man grinned, slowly releasing his grip.

"Clean yourself up and get dressed. We'll get it now."

Ichigo was trapped in the spider's web.

Author's note: Got work in fifteen minutes, but here you go!