Ichigo was frozen in place as the blond left him to saunter into the living room to lay again across the sofa. He just stood there staring. Nnoi was cooking, it seemed, the smells coming from the kitchen causing Ichigo's stomach to audibly protest despite his attempts to keep it quiet. Shinji looked up and smiled gently, surprisingly gently.

"You can sit down, Ichigo, right?" he asked.

Ichigo nodded and moved over and sat stiffly on the smaller loveseat by the couch, his eyes on his hands.

Nnoi poked a black haired head from the kitchen. "Are you sure yer a whore, boy? You don't act like one."

Ichigo bristled, his fists clenching at his sides. "Not like I had a choice in the matter."

Shinji frowned and moved toward him, causing him to flinch slightly. Shinji stopped and stared at him for a moment. "What do you mean? You signed a contract, hell of a contract by what I saw…"

Ichigo didn't want to tell him. He hadn't told anyone. Sure, Renji and Grimmjow knew, but they'd gotten the information from someone else. He'd never spoken the words himself. Most the time when he opened his mouth it was to have it fucked or to scream obscenities at his "clients". He hated it more than he could say. Yet here he was, loaned out like some library book, being asked the very thing he'd never been asked before.

"I was ten," he said tightly. "I didn't know what I signed."

He didn't see Nnoi put down the pan he was stirring and quietly turn off the stove and come over to kneel behind him. He didn't even really see Shinji moving closer to kneel in front of him until his long thin fingers wrapped softly around his fists. He looked up suddenly, tears glistening in his eyes.

"Oh, no wonder Renji wanted you out of there. I take it he knows this? And Grimmy too?" Shinji asked softly.

Ichigo nodded, feeling a couple wayward tears slip from his eyes. Why was he crying? These were just two more who wanted to fuck him senseless with no regard for his own wants and desires. Just like all the rest, except Renji. And Grimmjow. Maybe, he wasn't sure about the aggressive blue haired man.

He nearly jumped, feeling his hair being pet from behind, and turned to see the lanky brunette with a soft smile on his face.

"How did that happen?" he said, his previously rough and garish voice now soft, almost velvety.

Ichigo didn't want to talk, really. But the pressure on his hands increased, and Shinji moved forward, close enough that he could feel his breath, warm and moist. Nnoi's soothing hands seemed to relax him, perhaps for the first time in weeks.

"My pop was in trouble. Th-they were supposed to kill us, me and my twin sisters. When they came to the house he pleaded with them, and finally this guy looked at me, and his face twisted into…into…I don't know, and he said he'd make a deal. We sign some papers, and when I was nineteen, I'd pay the debt. Pop didn't want to, I know that, but I didn't know anything. So we signed them, the bad guys were gone, and it was okay. But I'd catch him looking at me sometimes, with sorrow in his eyes. When I turned eighteen he started drinking, a lot, and by the time my nineteenth birthday came around, he was gone. Then they came, that night, and drug me away, my sisters, god my sisters. I still hear them screaming. Our uncle Kisuke came over and tried to calm them, but he didn't help me, god he just watched with tears falling from his eyes and I'd never seen him cry."

He stopped to take a hitching breath as those hands moved to his shoulders and back, rubbing away the pain, or at least trying to do that. "It…it wasn't bad at first. Madam Shiba, she was nice, and she understood I didn't want to be there. Sh-she explained the contract I had to fulfill, whether she liked it or not. It had been dropped in her lap by her boss, some guy named Aizen-sama. If she didn't comply, her whole house would be shut down and her…her…whores turned out on the street." He stopped a minute. "She loved us, though, and when no customers were around, she treated us like her kids. Sh-she never called us whores then, never. She told us…told us we were worth more than our contracts…and…and keep our heads up. That, that it would be over some day. But she never looked at me when she said it, like she knew something terrible, you know?"

By this time, Shinji had moved close enough to wrap his arms around the orangette's waist, garnering a gasp from him. Nnoi gently leaped over the back of the sofa to sit beside him, and pulled him against him in a desperate feeling hug. He released him and stood, sighing deeply, and returned to the kitchen to finish the dinner he started. Shinji held him a second more then let go, looking up with wide thoughtful eyes. He patted his knee softly then went into the kitchen with Nnoi.

Ichigo didn't know what to think. His body was tingling at the warm touches. Renji had held him like that. But from the way these two acted earlier, he'd expected to already have been used and tossed aside. He wondered how Renji could be friends with such calloused people. But why had they changed the moment the elevator door shut? He heard murmured discussion in the kitchen, punctuated by a slap, and Shinji's exclamation of pain. He came out of the kitchen holding his hand frowning.

"Why you gonna go hit me every time I try to taste something? I'm hungry, and those wooden spoons hurt!" he said, flopping on the couch with folded arms.

Nnoi stuck his head out the door. "I'll show you how much they hurt later, bitch, while you scream my name."

Ichigo felt a flush run up his body. He honestly didn't know how to feel at the moment. Shinji just glared at the kitchen. "We'll see who's doing the screaming, bastard! I'll be the one fucking you into the bed tonight."

The dark head popped out of the kitchen. "Not if I get you pinned down first."

Shinji huffed, flipping his hair. "Yeah, right, just because yer fuckin' legs are longer."

"Ain't the only thing that's longer!" came the muffled reply from the kitchen.

Ichigo didn't think his face could get any redder or hotter. Shinji glanced over, noticing his discomfort. Had this kid really spent three months working as a whore? He was still blushing bright red hearing the banter between Nnoi and him. Ren-ren, what have you done? he thought, sighing. Leave it to that soft hearted bastard to get tangled up in this mess. Shinji knew the name Aizen. He knew that name very well. And he knew that if Aizen had personally overseen this kid's contract, there was going to be hell to pay when he found out that someone else had him. For the duration of the three months, no one, not even Aizen who had the contract drawn up, could remove him from Renji's side. And if Aizen had this kid sign at ten years old, it would be certain that he wanted him for himself. What better way than to turn someone into the life of whoring and breaking apart their whole self-image? He was going to have to warn Renji and Grimmjow, because this was going to get bad very fast.

He sighed as he heard the dishes clattering as Nnoi put out dinner. He smiled. Definitely smelled wonderful, as always. Nnoi was surprisingly an excellent cook. He glanced at the blushing boy.

"Let's go eat before Nnoi comes after both of us with those nasty wooden spoons of his!" Shinji said with a smile, trying to lighten the thundercloud that was sitting over the kid's head.

Ichigo nodded and followed the blond, noting how he literally sashayed into the next room, hips rolling back and forth. He vaguely wondered how he could walk like that without his back aching. Shinji pulled out a chair and let him sit, then pulled one out for Nnoi as he heard the kitchen phone ring.

"I'll get it, lover," he said, planting a kiss on Nnoi's cheek as he headed into the kitchen.

"Hello, love hut, Shinji speaking."

Renji's voice was tight on the other end. "Shinji, what the hell…"

"Ren-ren, do relax. Do you honestly think we'd do anything to hurt the boy?" he said sighing deeply. "How long have we been friends? I've figured out already what the game is, okay? And that's why I wanted him here tonight. You need to settle down and chill out. Your aura is all fucked up and it's going to mess the kid up."

The silence stretched out for a moment. "I know, but you didn't have to be such a dick in the lobby."

"Well, Ren-ren, what do you expect? I'm lettin' ya live here for free and you drag in an obvious whore, which by the way I never thought you would ever go to by the way so I'm assuming Grimmjow drug you kicking and screaming," he said with a grin.

There was a noncommittal grunt on the other end. "Look, Renji, I already got the story from the kid, and I gotta warn you, this is gonna be trouble. Big fuckin' trouble."

"What the hell do you mean? I've the three months, and Shiba's gonna renew it at the end."

"If she can, you dolt. Do you know who wrote the contract? Sōsuke Aizen. The kid was picked by Aizen him-fucking-self. You know what that means, or are you completely stupid?" Shinji said, hissing the last bit into the phone.

There was a silence, not even breath could be heard. "Okay, I got it, okay, but it doesn't change a damn thing. He's not going back, not if I can help it."

Shinji rolled his eyes. How did he know that was the answer he was going to get? "Okay, well, you and Grimmy talk it out, okay, we'll keep him here and entertained."

"If you…"

"Ren-ren, when have Nnoi and I ever forced someone to participate with our games when they didn't want to? You didn't seem to mind the last time you played with us," he said, and he could imagine the heat rising in his red headed friend's face on the other end of the line.

He heard Renji swallow. "Okay, just…be careful. I…I didn't know at first that he wasn't acting, okay, and I…"

Shinji didn't have to hear him say it, he knew exactly what had happened. Soft hearted bastard, no wonder he was so protective of the kid. "Yeah, I got it, Ren-ren. I got it."

He hung up the phone softly and laid his head against the cool plastic for a second. As much as he wanted to ravage every nook and cranny of that little orangette, he wouldn't so much as make a move unless he wanted him to do just that. He'd seen too many times at his father's house, the paid "whores" coming from his brother's room, red faced and scared with a sheet or blanket wrapped around them. He brother had never taken no for an answer.

He went back in the next room, plastering a smile upon his lips. And sat down. Nnoi looked up at him questioningly.

"Just Ren-ren, making sure that everything was okay with his little strawberry here," he said, grabbing his fork.

Ichigo looked up. Renji called to check on him? What in the world for?

"Sweetie, go ahead and eat!" Shinji exclaimed, but saw the worried look in his eyes.

He reached over and grasped his hand gently. "Ichigo, you aren't here because we want to use you like you've been used by others. You're here because we want you here, and honestly, to satisfy my own curiosity as to why dear Ren-ren would bring home someone in this line of work. He's far too gentle and caring to have ever visited a brothel before, and he feels obliged to help you if he can. That's just the way he is. And you need to let him because otherwise his guilt is going to consume him."

Ichigo thought for a long moment, remembering the look on the red headed man's face when he realized that Ichigo hadn't been as willing as he thought. The sheer horror in his dark eyes had been hard to miss. He nodded slowly and began eating. Could he actually care about him as a person and not a thing like he'd become? They ate, Shinji and Nnoi bantering back and forth, about sexual stuff and regular stuff. And Ichigo found himself smiling as he watched their antics. Soon, Nnoi cleared the table and they led Ichigo to the couch, and turned on a movie.

The blond snuggled into the couch on his right, and the brunette on his left, both wrapping their arms around his waist. He gasped at the sudden contact and warmth but he didn't push them away. They sat there, watching an action movie, only getting up for some popcorn and sodas halfway through. When it was over Shinji smiled and leaned over to place a kiss on Ichigo's cheek.

"Ichigo, tonight is for your pleasure. And by that, I mean really our pleasure. You don't have to do anything, but if you want, Nnoi and I will be in there," he said, pointing to an open door behind the kitchen. "Only if you want. Otherwise, stay here, or go back to Ren-ren and Grimmy, or do what you want to do."

Shinji stood, grabbing Nnoi's hand and they walked away toward the room. Their bedroom, no doubt. Ichigo didn't know what to do. He glanced at the elevator door on the far side, then back to the bedroom. He wasn't scared, not anymore, well he was but not in the same way. He'd never done this willingly, not even with a girl. Did he want to do this? Did he want to feel pleasure instead of pain? What would happen? Would it keep the hurting in his chest away longer?

Before he knew what he was doing, his feet were taking him to the partially opened door where he heard moaning escaping it already. He pushed it open to find both Shinji and Nnoi completely naked, rolling back and forth on a huge bed, tongues battling for dominance over each other. When he entered, they both stopped and motioned him over with soft smiles. He didn't know what to do so he went to them. Immediately, hands were everywhere on him but unlike before they were soft and fluttery, sending shivers down his spine.

Nnoi grabbed the hem of his shirt and slowly slipped it off of him, leaving Shinji to rain soft kisses down on his belly and chest, stopping to lavishly worship at each of his pink nipples that had become painfully hard under his ministrations. Nnoi was in his hair, and then pulled his head onto his lap, leaning in to kiss him gently, his tongue flicking over his lips, requesting entrances so patiently. It took a moment but he opened his mouth and found it pleasant to have it gently probed by Nnoi's incredibly talented tongue. How long was his tongue? He began to squirm as it felt like his tongue was everywhere in his mouth all at once. Was everything about this guy long and lanky? He blushed furiously at the thought, causing both men to lift up and stare at him.

"Nnoi, honey, I think that tongue of yours has him hot and bothered, what do you think?" Shinji said with a grin, and Nnoi leaned over and let his tongue loll out of his mouth, and to his surprise it was tattooed with the number five. And it had to be the single longest tongue he had ever seen, literally extending below his chin in a long point. No wonder it felt like the guy was about to lick his way into his esophagus.

"What's the five for?" Ichigo asked, suddenly extremely curious.

Nnoi grinned. "The five incredible things I can do with it. And I'll be mighty pleased to show you all five tonight if ya will let me."

Shinji positively giggled. "Oh my, you must really like this little sweet strawberry to go all five ways on him. You're privileged, sweet berry."

Once again, a full body blush took Ichigo over wondering what in the world these two perverted males were talking about. He couldn't even think of that many ways to use a tongue to pleasure someone. Shinji winked suggestively. "I've never known a man who can make you come so hard with just his tongue. He's fuckin' magic."

Nnoi grinned, swiping his lips with that same marked tongue. "Let's see, we've had number one already. On to number two, shall we?"

Shinji scooted up and wrapped an arm around his thin shoulders and then dove down into a full open mouthed kiss and began to ravage him completely with is equally talented, though not as long, tongue. He felt Nnoi then, that incredible tongue tracing over every dip and curve of muscle on his abdomen and sides. Then he felt his jean button pop and there was a moment of hesitation as he waited to see what the orangette was going to do. When Ichigo only deepened the kiss with Shinji, he felt Shinji nod almost imperceptibly; seemingly indicating that it was okay for him to continue.

He didn't really notice that his pants and boxers had been pulled off until the rush of cold air on his newly naked body made him shiver. But soon his legs were covered in warmth as the long, lean man wrapped them up in his arms, pulling him to his chest. There was a rustle, and a light cover was pulled over them all to shut out any chills until their body heat made up for it. He was so intent on kissing the blond above him, when that same tongue made its way to the crease of his inner thigh, he gasped suddenly. It was like being bathed by his tongue. Before long he was sweating and flushed, and the cover was gone, and Nnoi was leaning up to kiss him.

"Two," he said softly. Ichigo shuttered, arching his back slightly as he ran his tongue down the mid line of his body. "Oh, Shinji, look, can you believe he's naturally that color?" Shinji sat up looking down curiously at the tight curling orange hair at his pelvis.

"Just like Ren-ren and Grimmy! How interesting!" Ichigo looked up suddenly. "Well, yeah, both of them are naturally that color."

"You've…you've done this with them?" he asked quietly.

Nnoi smirked, running his tongue up to his chest again. "Not at the same time, that'd be weird since they're brothers." He then ran it back down, this time taking the time to lick at the soft orange curls below. Before Ichigo knew it, that tongue was running up and down the whole of his hard length. He gasped into Shinji's mouth, who had resumed pulling soft moans from him. After a few intense moments when he thought he would come all over them, Nnoi stopped and pushed himself up on his arms. "Three."

"That was just three?" he moaned, not sure he wanted to know what four and five were. He heard the chuckle from Nnoi as he lapped at his body. He couldn't understand how someone could possibly lick and do that with their tongue without getting tired.

Shinji moved then to pull Ichigo's upper body in his lap, brushing softly at his orange locks and laying kisses along his neck. Just then, before he knew what hit him it seemed that Nnoi's tongue was again busy, this time with his extremely sensitive and never touched testicles. He arched at the strange sensation as he used his tongue to get the most sensational sounds out of him. His member twitched at the touch and he found Shinji giggling. "Four," he whispered in his ear.

Nnoi pushed himself over him again and snuggled into his chest suddenly. "We're going to give ya more pleasure than you can stand. I can tell that ya've never had much a'it. Sex ain't just about fuckin', this is what it's about. And I enjoy pleasing more than anything."

Suddenly his body dropped down again and he renewed his licking and lapping around his thighs and cock. Then he suddenly threw both Ichigo's legs over his shoulders and surprisingly plunged his tongue into him. At that moment, he nearly came unglued, lifting his body as far as he could with both Nnoi holding his legs and Shinji holding his upper body. He'd never felt anything like it. That thick wet muscle proving and pushing inside of him was like nothing he'd ever felt before. His breath caught and if Shinji hadn't reached down and tightly encircled the base of his straining cock he would have come right there.

"Shh, just wait, sweet berry, let him get you ready," Shinji whispered and a fear blossomed in his heard. Ready? No, he didn't want that, he started to say but that sinful tongue pressed deeper and something fired bright sparks in front of his eyes as he humped his body against the tight hand encircling his cock. Then it was gone, and pushed up again with a wicked grin. "Five."

Ichigo was panting so hard he didn't see Nnoi reach for something beside the bed and smelled a soft strawberry scent suddenly. He looked down to see him squeezing something onto his fingers. He frowned, not knowing what it was.

"Sweets, you've never had anyone use lube on you?" Shinji asked, frowning. Ichigo shook his head as he locked eyes with Nnoi.

Suddenly, he felt Nnoi's questing fingers, and before he knew it one had slid effortlessly into him. He gave a gasp but it didn't feel bad, not like it usually did. Soon it was joined by a second finger, and both worked around inside him in such a splendid way that he forgot the twinge of pain as soon as a third finger joined it. Shinji held him close and kissed him with abandon as Nnoi worked his fingers in and out, gently stretching the space to allow for Shinji's girth.

"Now, here, Shin," Nnoi said, practically panting. Shinji took the bottle and scooted back a bit, and slicked himself up. Ichigo looked down with wide eyes. "I can't take that…"

Shinji smiled. "Don't worry; you're in control, okay?"

He carefully positioned himself underneath the now shivering orangette and pressed against the tight opening. But it was slick with lube and he slipped easily inside the space with only a minor whimper from the boy. "See that's not so bad is it?"

Ichigo shook his head and sought to push himself all the way down, very slowly, but steadily. Shinji was leaned up against the headboard, legs wide, and supporting his hips as he dropped down. When he was fully seated he breathed heavily. He had to think that Shinji had the thickest cock he'd ever felt before. It wasn't long like Nnoi's, good lord it had to be the longest one he'd ever seen, but it was thicker. The full feeling was overwhelming when Nnoi dropped his head down in one motion and swallowed his cock all the way, nose brushing the orange curls.

The sensations were almost too much as Shinji started bucking his hips under him, slowly pushing into that soft, sweet spot that made the world explode in his head. Then Nnoi taking him into his throat, sending waves of pleasure every time he reflexively swallowed around him. He couldn't believe the sounds that he was making. He'd never made these sounds. Wheezing, squealing, and panting. Shinji picked up the pace, smashing into that spot unerringly every time, and soon, he and Nnoi were working a back and forth rhythm with perfection. Nnoi would go up when Shinji would thrust in, and Nnoi would go all back down when Shinji pulled back. It didn't take long before his back arched and he spilled his seed straight into the deepest part of Nnoi's throat. A second later he felt Shinji buck sharply and he felt the familiar feeling of being filled. But this time, no shame was associated with it. Nnoi pushed up after a passing lick at his now flaccid member, and Ichigo realized he'd come without anyone ever touching him while he was sucking him off.

Nnoi smiled, moving up Ichigo's body as Shinji slowly slid out of him. He grabbed the cover behind him and smiled as Ichigo's face had already fallen into a deep sleep, the scowl gone. Nnoi looked over at Shinji and winked.

"I think that went well."