Chapter 7
Author's note: I started back to school and the work is getting heavy, though I will try to update more. For now, here is the long awaited chapter!
Humiliation.
That's what the neko felt as he stood in the adult store, Grimmjow talking to the store assistant as if this was normal. The younger woman listened intently, taking out a couple small boxes and placing them on the counter. Ichigo pretended to be indifferent but looked at the different types of collars, all of them looking tacky and for kinky play.
Grimmjow raised eyebrow agreed.
"We need something streamlined, not with spikes and shit," Grimmjow drawled, Ichigo surprised he even knew what streamlined meant. He acted as if he didn't particularly care though, keeping his infamous scowl in place.
"Is it for him?" The lady asked, walking up to Ichigo when Grimmjow nodded. Ichigo eyed her and her big tits down with a frown, a small voice in his head wondering what it would be like to motorboat them. He fought the urge to blush as she reached up to his ears, rubbing them softly.
Ichigo would have smacked her away, though the action gave him a very good look at her breasts. Not that he liked women, but he did have a weird, fascination with breasts.
The woman huffed as she pulled away, touching a finger to her chin. She tilted her head, her orange hair falling over a shoulder.
"You would look good with leather…" She mumbled to herself before walking away, not even bothering to ask Ichigo what he thought about for a collar. He bit back any remarks he had as he once again acted indifferent, feeling Grimmjow's eyes dig into his head. When the lady ducked into the back he finally glanced over to the brute, seeing amused blue orbs.
Ichigo wished he could punch him.
He walked away from the blue haired brute and looked at things on the shelves, freezing when he saw an 11' dildo. He stopped to stare in near panic at it, wondering how anybody could get the monster into themselves. It wasn't even nice looking either, extremely veiny and almost deformed looking.
Grimmjow had it's it's girth but was probably about nine inches, and was definitely less veiny. He had a long vein that ran on his underside, that felt rather good against his….
The fuck!
Ichigo shook his head as he suddenly realized he was thinking about the assholes cock, walking away from the monster to look at the smaller vibrators and nipple clamps.
"I have just the collar!" The orange haired lady came from the back, holding a box that was a bit smaller than the others. Ichigo didn't want it to look as if he wanted to see, but didn't want to be collared by some ugly collar. He ignored Grimmjow as she opened the box, showing a sleek collar.
It was made of leather and the chain clip was a plain silver, and a small sapphire sat above the clip. It was simple and cute, though Ichigo would never admit that.
"What leashes come with it?" Ichigo's head snapped to Grimmjow, his eyes becoming wide saucers.
"No."
Grimmjow glanced to him, though he wasn't surprised in the least. The lady pouted for some reason, her eyes holding a question though she stayed quiet. Grimmjow did not.
"We're getting you a leash Strawberry. It's either that or handcuffs." Ichigo blushed fiercely, his humiliation reaching new heights. He didn't know what to say, wanting to scream and plainly state that he wasn't a fucking pet. The woman hadn't second guessed their relationship, though she clearly thought it was a dom/sub relationship.
If Ichigo tried to explain to her he was being forced by a thug she just might laugh it off.
Ichigo chewed his words, trying to find something to spit out that would fix this situation. He tried to think of which would be less humiliating, though he really couldn't. Ichigo instead threw his hands into the air and marched out of the store, more angry than ever.
He didn't see the grin the blue haired man had, or the weird pout on the orangets face.
Ichigo pulled open the stores door and stormed into the weirdly sticky air, seeing a few kids walking home from school. Ichigo saw Shawlong smoking a cigarette and stormed over, the taller man giving him a bored stare. Ichigo calmed his approach, wanting a yes from the weird man.
"Can I get a cig?" Shawlong took out the pack and popped one out without question, Ichigo taking it and letting him light it. He took a long drag and leaned against the car next to him, blowing the smoke into the air. Neither talked as they smoked their cigarettes, Ichigo's mind racing with rage while Shawlong seemed to just be bored.
Ichigo tossed his cig right as Grimmjow walked out, a wide grin on the mans face. Ichigo didn't bother to ask as he waited for Shawlong to open the door, sliding in and crossing his arms. Shawlong closed the door before opening the door for Grimmjow who stayed relatively quiet besides the large shit eating grin.
Ichigo wished he would die.
"Come here Strawberry." Ichigo didn't even bother to budge, his inner humiliation and rage mixing dangerously as Grimmjow took the collar out of it's box. Ichigo saw the hand before it grabbed him, slapping the larger hand away. If Grimmjow was shocked by the action he didn't show it, instead his hand moved faster and Ichigo was suddenly pinned to his legs with an elbow to his spine.
The neko gasped for breath as he tried not to fight to hard, his lungs nearly screaming for air. Grimmjow swiftly put the collar on and tightened it, the action taking less than a second. Ichigo sputtered, the blue haired man grabbing a handful of orange hair and pulling Ichigo up sharply.
Cold metal touched his throat.
Ichigo's eyes went wide as Grimmjow gave him an angered glare, his usual grin almost missed. Ichigo swallowed thickly, feeling his adam's apple hit the gun sharply. Ichigo held back a whimper, Grimmjow's eyes narrowing with the slightest hint of murderous rage.
"You never raise a hand to your master." Ichigo just held his stare shakily, feeling a thrill go down his spine. Ichigo tried to squash the feeling, not wanting some depraved side of him to get off by this. Grimmjow saw the glint in his eyes however, even though it was brief it made Grimmjow's member throb.
Grimmjow's weighted stare shifted to the gun against tan skin, forgetting for a second they were in the car. He slid the gun down that graceful neck till it touched a hard collar bone, cocking off the safety. Ichigo didn't dare move, his hair still firmly grasped in a tight grip. He fought a shiver as the tip of the gun went into his shirt, teasing him with the possibility of many things.
Grimmjow tore the shirt open, buttons flying across the backseat. He faintly heard Ichigo gasp, pressing the cold metal right above a noticeable bulge in tight work pants.
"Do you want me to shoot you?" Grimmjow asked breathily, the words coming out a lot lighter than he had anticipated. The neko stayed quiet however, though the shaking Grimmjow felt was unmistakable.
The tranced man lifted the gun so the front of the gun ran along the length, almost as if Grimmjow would shoot it off. Grimmjow didn't however, pushing the gun into the belt loop before pulling enough to make Ichigo gasp.
"I want to see you bleed Ichigo." Ichigo couldn't stop the shiver at his name falling from those hips, his member aching in his pants. He wanted to be touched so badly, anything to relieve the pressure.
'Let him hurt you…. You know you need it…'
Ichigo leaned forward and kissed the blue haired man, moaning as the hand in his hair pulled hard enough to probably pull out chunks. Ichigo didn't know or particularly care what he was doing as he slid onto the blue haired man's lap, the gun moved and pressed against his backside.
Ichigo undid his belt and pushed down his pants, having too forgot they were in a car with a surprised audience.
Grimmjow slid his gun between tan cheeks, Ichigo arching away with a gasp as he moved off the lap just long enough to kick off his pants. Grimmjow was eager, the change in attitude one he hungered for.
The neko was nasty when he was faced with danger.
Grimmjow moved swiftly, trapping the orange head neko beneath him on the seat. He tucked the gun into his holster, one hand grabbing the throbbing length and the other going to Ichigo's mouth. Grimmjow forced two fingers into that parted mouth, the neko sucking and licking them with muffeled mewls.
Grimmjow thrust his fingers into the warm mouth before pulling them away, pushing a wet finger in the puckered hole between tan thighs slowly. The neko thrust his hips down against the intrusion, brown eyes foggy and ears flat against spiked hair.
Grimmjow stroked the neko quickly as he inserted another finger, aiming for that spot that made the neko scream. Ichigo arched off the seat when he found it, a choked moan escaping. Grimmjow held back his groan as he sucked a nipple into his mouth, biting hard and nursing the possible bruise with soft licks.
Ichigo grabbed him by the back of the head, pushing him against his chest as he arched. The neko looked so appetizing, so delicious, so good.
Grimmjow felt himself throb in his pants, wanting to be pounding deep into the smaller body. He controlled himself though as he slid over to the other nipple, leaving a wet trail of kisses in his wake.
Grimmjow felt the warmth pool on his hand before the neko yelled out, his grip tightening as he nursed the orgasm slowly. Ichigo was shaking against him, his eyes slowly clearing. Grimmjow still had his fingers up his ass, nursing the orgasm as well.
Ichigo shook with an aftershock, a small moan escaping as he tried to fathom what had just happened. When Grimmjow pulled his fingers out and released the soft member, the only sound was Ichigo's ragged breathing.
Grimmjow sat up, looking to the collar around the neko's throat.
It was the perfect fit for such a wanton bitch.
"I'm gonna fuck you till you can't walk," Grimmjow drawled with a dangerous grin, Ichigo's red cheeks becoming even redder.
"Or would you prefer I beat you with my gun first?" Ichigo sat up, grabbing his pants and slowly pulling them on. The neko remained silent however, which Grimmjow knew was a sign of his triumph. He looked away from the neko when his cell phone rang, pulling it from his coat and answering without catching the caller ID.
"Grimmjow," he grunted, Nnoitra's voice on the other line.
"Keigo was taken by an opposing gang." Grimmjow frowned at that, wondering just how the fuck he was taken even being under heavy surveillance.
He knew the little fucker would run if he wasn't.
"Who?"
"The Sereniti."
"What of the surveillance team?"
"All but one was killed. He relayed the message."
"What message?"
"Aizen and all those with him are traitors."
Grimmjow frowned at that, ignoring the curious stare he got from the neko. The brute hadn't expected this to happen so soon, swallowing thickly as he tried to determine what he should say.
"Who was the rat?"
"We haven't found one, it could have been possible Keigo was undercover."
Grimmjow looked to the neko, wondering if Keigo would have really dragged his closest friend into this escalating mutiny. It had been raging for some years now, but they knew once a move was made bullets would fly.
"Has Aizen ordered a meeting?"
"Yes, we are to meet within the hour. They got Gin. He is furious."
Grimmjow closed the phone, ignoring the neko before giving an order.
"Shawlong, drop Strawberry off at the house, then take me to C1." Shawlong nodded, speeding up.
"Grimmjow, what's happening?"
Grimmjow grin wildly, trying hard to hide his anger.
"Our fuck date would have to wait."
Ichigo didn't find that comment at all funny, so decided to point out what he heard.
"The person said something happened to Keigo. Is he okay?" Ichigo was angered by the sneer he was given, Grimmjow changing the subject away from the phone call.
"Why would you even care about the runt? Didn't he drag you into this mess?" Ichigo knew what he was doing to try and change his thoughts, and though it usually wouldn't work Ichigo was angry.
Angry because he had dragged him into this, but even more angry that he felt like he didn't have a way out. Grimmjow told him he could pay him off slowly, though he made him go on leave from work, and was keeping him away from the club. There was no way the neko could make money, and seeing all the pieces lined up made the neko sick.
Grimmjow didn't want him to pay him off.
He wouldn't let him leave.
Ichigo felt panic in his gut, the emotion only making him more angry. The blue haired man was too caught up in his talk with Shawlong as he gave instructions to see the anger rise, to feel the humiliation blow off the neko.
Ichigo Kurosaki…
Ichigo, the weak neko who craved pain…
The neko who had found the man that would give it to him.
'You never want it to stop.'
Ichigo shook away the voice, feeling a weird sense of betrayal slide over his panicked mind. Ichigo clenched his hand into a fist, his teeth grinding against each other.
What was he doing?
Why was he allowing this?
Why was he letting all of his father's training go to waste?
Had working in a office made him weak?
Had fear?
Grimmjow looked over to the neko when he realized he was strangely quiet, seeing the blank stare on the neko's face. It didn't belong there, and Grimmjow knew he wanted to replace it with pleasure.
Now wasn't the time however, Grimmjow about to tell Shawlong to not bother to pull into the driveway when he heard the neko's voice.
"You're right. He did."
Grimmjow frowned in confusion at the hollow voice, Ichigo stepping out of the car when it stopped. Grimmjow didn't bother to try and figure out the neko as Shawlong pulled off, leaving the neko alone.
Ichigo felt his throat constrict, really taking in his situation.
Grimmjow was one of the strongest most terrifying gangs in Japan. He was ruthless and evil, and Ichigo wished he had nothing to do with him. But...
Ichigo heard the front door open and walked in on autopilot, heading straight up to his room without a word. He was numb, his mind racing with dark thoughts. The voice in his head grew louder than ever, consuming him till he felt nothing but numb.
Depression.
Ichigo hadn't experienced it as much over the years, always too busy to let the fog consume him. Therapy had been helpful and years of fighting to remind himself he was okay were crushed.
Sometimes nothing brought up the deep fog, but this time he knew. Being Grimmjow's sex slave had its benefits, and as much as he wanted to complain having someone dedicated to him made him feel good. To know that what was between his legs could make a man hungry for him was a turn on, and to be branded with the collar was humiliating but utterly arousing.
Those things didn't bother Ichigo.
He came to terms with the fact that this relationship was a give and take on both sides.
No.
The sneer.
He knew a person who sneered at him like that before, sneered at him while he held a kitchen knife over Ichigo.
It had been a brief relationship, one Ichigo barely managed to get out of. He had been dumb and naive in high school, thinking that maybe the man in front of him loved him. Even though he never had sex with him, the man enjoyed touching him, making him squirm.
Ichigo had thought it was okay, though now the man was in prison for attempted murder and illicit acts with a minor.
Until that day…
Ichigo pressed his face into the pillow, feeling a million emotions though also none at all. He didn't know how long it had been with him just like that, not moving even as his bladder screamed for release. The sun went down and came up, but he didn't sleep.
He went to the restroom only when it became painful, drinking a little water from the sink before returning to his bed. He didn't even recognize time had gone by, not until he heard the door open and felt a hand slide into his hair.
Ichigo turned over onto his back, looking up and seeing Grimmjow. Ichigo didn't bother to say anything, though he could guess Grimmjow had done something. His usual grin was replaced with a tired scowl, his eyes heavy as if they were replaying a scene over and over.
Ichigo closed his eyes and took off his pants, not bothering to do much else as Grimmjow watched him undress. Ichigo just laid there, unable to find the will to be fearful or fight. He let Grimmjow use him as he pleased, the blue haired man tearing him when he didn't prep him properly.
Ichigo gasped and moaned under him as he was used, the feeling of it making him feel surreal. The blue haired man slapped him, pulled his hair, tail, and ears, bruised him and bit him. He smacked his ass with his gun, making Ichigo cry out in his bent over position.
No words were exchanged however as they used eachother, both of them trying to forget their thoughts.
When Grimmjow seemed to be done blood stained the sheets, Ichigo laying on his side panting softly as his body ached. He looked to Grimmjow when he stood up, seeing the scar on his back. It stretched from one side to the other, almost as if he was nearly cut in two.
Scars covered his entire body but that one stood out the most, Ichigo watching lazily as Grimmjow threw on a pair of boxers.
"What happened?" Ichigo whispered, Grimmjow freezing. Ichigo met the blue eyes when they met his, the beautiful eyes swirling in thought.
"Nothing. Eat something, Starkk told me you've been in here since yesterday." Ichigo nodded, slowly sitting up with a wince. Grimmjow slicked back his blue hair, tension still between his shoulders. Ichigo ignored his pain as he crawled over to the intimidating man, touching a hand to a shoulder. Grimmjow stiffened, Ichigo slowly getting up to his knees and pressing his other hand to a shoulder blade.
Ichigo began to massage the tense area, more out of a need to feel connected to something than an actual desire to. His father was always stressed after a long night of work, and from a young age Ichigo learned to massage away his pain and stress.
His father always smiled around his sisters, but Ichigo saw his pain. The man was falling apart slowly, missing his wife and barely managing to keep the clinic going and bills paid. The thought of him gave Ichigo some resolve, his breath leaving through his nose.
If his father could do that, Ichigo could get through this.
"Keigo's dead."
Ichigo's fingers stopped for only a second before resuming, swallowing down a lump in his throat. The words would take a minute to register, though Ichigo knew when they did he would cry.
Keigo was a stupid shit, but he had been his friend.
"I felt you should know."
What Grimmjow didn't tell the neko was how they found out. Keigo's head had been shipped to them with a note, telling Aizen his time as leader was up. It was a finalized mutiny, and Grimmjow had been sick to his stomach. Parts of the boy came in other boxes, the sight making Luppi throw up.
He wasn't the rat.
Grimmjow had just stared at the terrified face of the boy who was once his friend, remembering the sticky buns he would bring to him when he lived on the street. Though they grew apart with age, Grimmjow tried to always look out for him, until he stole from them.
He felt betrayed, wanting to do anything to make the shrimp pay. When the shrimp went to Ichigo, Grimmjow held the neko in a way of reminding Keigo he had what he held dear.
Now that Keigo was gone, he selfishly wanted the neko for himself.
But….
"You may leave after your month vacation is over. I will supply you with a new apartment."
Ichigo's fingers stopped, Grimmjow moving away from the warm hands.
He needed this war to end before he let the neko go.
At least, that's what he told himself.
Selfish till the end, ne?