Trapped against Shiro's warm chest in the darkened office, Ichigo silently prays that someone will barge in.
No, not just someone.
Grimmjow.
Ichigo stiffens as he feels breath ghost across the nape of his neck, sending shivers down his spine, his way too hot skin breaking out in goosebumps.
"Don't yer worry Ichi, no one's gonna interrupt us in here," Shiro husks, leaning down to lick slowly at the smaller Neko's neck.
Ichigo hisses and tries to jerk out of Shiro's iron hold, because even though his body is beginning to heat up and react to the other male, his mind sure as hell doesn't want this pervert having his way with him.
"I like this feisty side of ya, ya know. If ya wanna bite and scratch, yer more than free too."
Ichigo yelps as his neck is roughly bitten just above his collar, so hard that he feels warm blood trickle down his neck and under his shirt.
Ichigo digs his claws into the arm around his middle, his heart hammering in his chest as he starts his struggles to get free anew.
It seems Shiros not only a pervert, but he obviously enjoys pain too.
It makes Ichigo feel sick.
The hand around his middle moves, shifting down to palm at his crotch, earning a low whimper from the orange Neko.
Ichigo's claws dig into Shiro's arm harder, and blood begins to seep through the albino's white shirt, but all Shiro does is groan loudly, his fangs skimming across Ichigo's stinging neck as he starts to fumble with Ichigo's belt.
Ichigo tries to buck as hard as he can, but all it gets him is some low growls from Shiro, and the males obvious arousal bumping hard against his clothed backside.
And he's soon starting to realize, he's not getting out of this one, not this time.
No one is going to come this time and get Shiro off of him.
He's going to get raped, maybe even pregnant...
He doesn't want that, not with Shiro, but as far as Shiro's concerned, the decision is not in Ichigo's hands, and the smaller Neko will be taking whatever he's damn well given.
Once Shiro gets Ichigo's belt undone, he pops the buttons of his jeans easily enough, slipping a hand inside the orangette's underwear and grasping at the now half hard erection.
Ichigo gasps against Shiro's palm, before he growls and sinks his fangs into the flesh as hard and as deep as he can.
He expects Shiro to at least be taken aback by the sudden painful and rough action, but he doesn't even flinch against him, only grasping Ichigo harder.
"See, now yer gettin into it, ain't ya?"
The fuck he is, he just wants to get the hell out of here and back to Grimmjow.
Back to safety.
He's an idiot for leaving the office when Grimmjow told him to stay.
And now he's sure as hell paying for it.
Ichigo trembles as Shiro skilfully begins to work his claw up and down the shaft, making it grow fully erect in the process.
The distinct taste of blood in his mouth is not helping his churning stomach, and he's almost willing himself to throw up, because maybe that'll disgust the albino so much that he'll leave him alone.
Shiro suddenly growls, much louder and like a wild animal, and begins to as good as tear Ichigo's jeans and underwear off, exposing his lower half completely.
Shiro uses the bleeding claw still clamped over Ichigo's mouth to keep him in place and from escaping, even though Ichigo continues to try in vain with his own claws to pry it off.
"I'm gonna fuck ya now Ichi, gonna cum in that tight ass so much yer gonna be filled with my cubs," Shiro leers next to his ear.
Ichigo's brown eyes bulge, and his desperate but useless struggles start anew as Shiro starts to tear his own pants and underwear down eagerly.
He feels the albino lick at his neck again, as something large and foreign prods at his now wet entrance.
This is it, he's gonna get raped and impregnated and there's fuck all he can do to stop it.
He's weak...he's pathetic, just like all those other male Neko's back at the home told him.
BANG!
The door to the office is kicked open, the door banging harshly against the wall from the sheer force.
Shiro doesn't jump back from a trembling Ichigo, just grasps onto him harder, growling possessively and baring his fangs at the unwelcome intruder.
"The fuck do ya think yer doin to Grimmjow's Neko, ya lil dickwad?"
Nnoitra, looming in the doorway, and Tesla crouched and hissing by his owner's side, stares angrily at the albino.
"The fuck does it look like ya lanky dip shit, now fuck off before I rip yer throat out!" Shiro orders.
Nnoitra only smirks in response, glancing down at Tesla, who's own fangs are bared and his ears and tail pricked up on high alert.
"Get him, Tesla."
Before Shiro can get his bearings and at least try to cover himself up a bit, Tesla leaps over the metal desk between them and tackles the albino, sending them both crashing to the hard office floor.
Ichigo jumps back and covers himself with his hands, watching as the two Neko's growl and hiss as they scratch and claw at each other wildly.
Although Tesla is smaller and not as built as Shiro is, the blonde Neko is surprisingly ferocious and quick in his swipes, leaving Shiro covered in bloody scratches as the pair continue to scrap just like wild animals.
Ichigo feels something warm slip over him, quickly realizing it's Nnoitra's long black trench coat, as the other steers him back from the scrapping Neko's and to the other side of the office.
"Are ya okay?"
Ichigo nods, clinging to the coat and keeping his head down.
Nnoitra strides back over and pries off Shiro, who has just managed to get the upper hand on Tesla, and throws him down onto the floor a few feet away.
"Jeez enough already! Stop it ya fuckin idiots before ya kill each other!"
Shiro snarls and jumps back to his feet, wiping away blood that's seeping out from a deep scratch in his cheek on the back of his sleeve.
Nnoitra sneers in nothing short of complete and utter disgust at the albino.
"Get yer fuckin clothes back on and piss off back to yer owner, before I throw yer nasty ass out the fuckin window."
Shiro narrows his black eyes, and it looks as if the albino is going to go for Nnoitra instead now, but he seems to change his mind, grabbing his pants and tugging them back up.
He casts one look over at Ichigo before he leaves, smirking slightly before stomping from the office.
Nnoitra sighs irritably, examining the various scratches on Tesla, mainly on the blonde Neko's face and arms.
"Lil prick, he got yer pretty good."
Tesla whimpers, nudging his head against Nnoitra's outstretched hand.
"But I did good, Nnoitra-sama?"
Nnoitra smiles down at him.
"Yeah, ya did real good Tesla, I'm proud of ya."
Tesla grins, licking at Nnoitra's hand happily.
Nnoitra glances back at Ichigo.
"Ichigo?"
Ichigo keeps quiet, his eyes choosing to stare at the floor instead.
"What on earth is going on, Shiro just ran past our offices covered in blood-"
Ulquiorra is stood in the doorway, his emerald eyes widening as he first spots a dishevelled Ichigo, and then a bloodied Tesla and Nnoitra.
"What happened here?"
"It was that lil fucker Shiro again. Lucky I was takin a de-tour to my office with Tesla and I glanced through the small window of the door and saw that prick tryin to fuck Ichigo. Needless to say, he left real quick with his tail between his legs."
Ulquiorra quickly glances to his left at someone outside of the door.
"Grimmjow, it would be best if you didn't-"
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY!"
Grimmjow pushes past Ulquiorra roughly, his narrowed eyes instantly finding Ichigo, and he bolts over, putting his hands on the Neko's shoulders.
"Ichigo, are you okay? What did he do to you?"
Ichigo averts his eyes, not saying a word.
Grimmjow growls, and when he finally notices Nnoitra's black trench coat covering Ichigo, his eyes widen in understanding.
Ulquiorra instantly senses trouble, and he strides over, his eyes locked on Grimmjow.
"Grimmjow, please keep calm, whatever has happened we can sort out without resorting to more violence, especially as it will most likely cost you your job here," Ulquiorra urges.
Grimmjow's hands tighten on Ichigo's shoulders, to the point that Ichigo yelps and stares up at him warily.
Grimmjow's face is thunderous, his right eye twitching uncontrollably and his teeth barred, and with a snarl he abruptly lets go of Ichigo, spinning on his heel and stomping from the office.
Ulquiorra curses, racing over to the door, and casting one last glance over at Nnoitra.
"Nnoitra, take care of Ichigo while I make sure Grimmjow does not go on another murderous rampage."
Nnoitra nods in agreement, and Ulquiorra rushes from the room.
"GRIMMJOW, COME BACK HERE AT ONCE YOU DAMNED FOOL!"
"FUCK OFF ULQUIORRA, I SWEAR IF YOU GET IN MY GOD DAMN WAY I'LL FUCKING MURDER YOU TOO!"
Ichigo cringes at the harsh shouting, but it soon dies away, the pair obviously moving too far away to be heard from in here.
Concentrating so much on the shouting, Ichigo doesn't notice Tesla shuffle over to him, only feeling a soft lick on his cheek before he see's the bloodied blonde Neko staring at him.
He flinches's back immediately, thinking he's going to get tackled, but Tesla just stares at him, a gentle smile on his lips.
"It's okay, Shiro won't be coming back any time soon. Do you want to come back with me and Nnoitra-sama to his office? He can take a better look at that bite on your neck."
In all honesty, Ichigo just wants to go back home and curl up in bed away from everyone and everything, but there's no way that's going to happen right now.
"I guess..."
Tesla smiles widely, his tail swishing around in the air happily.
"Good! Do you want me to carry you?"
"No no I'm fine! I can walk-"
"Don't worry about him Tesla, yer the one who's still bleeding ya moron!" Nnoitra scolds, and the blonde Neko whines.
"Sorry, Nnoitra-sama..."
"Stop sayin sorry, ya ain't done nothin wrong,"Nnoitra grumbles, before striding over and scooping Tesla up into his arms.
Tesla nuzzles against Nnoitra's grey button up shirt, sniffing at it before sighing contentedly.
"Come on then Ichigo, I need to have a good look at both of yer wounds while Ulquiorra tries to reign in the big bad kitty."
Ichigo scoops up his jeans and underwear, but he finds they're both full of claw marks, so he just leaves them on the desk, fastening the long trench coat around himself before following Nnoitra back to his office.
BANG BANG BANG
"SHIRO GET YOUR FUCKING ASS OUT HERE RIGHT NOW YOU SNOT NOSED COWARD, OR I SWEAR I'M GONNA BREAK THIS FUCKING DOOR DOWN AND THEN RIP YOU TO SHREDS!"
Ulquiorra glances around the corridor anxiously.
"Grimmjow, please just come with me and calm yourself down before you do something you will regret-"
"I WON'T REGRET SHIT! I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE UNTIL I GET MY HANDS ON HIM AND WRING HIS SCRAWNY NECK!"
Grimmjow snarls in frustration and thumps on the door again, the door shaking under the strength of his fist.
BANG BANG BANG
"SHIRO I'M SURE AS HELL NOT GOING ANYWHERE SO COME OUT AND FACE ME LIKE A FUCKING MAN ALREADY! IF YOU DON'T I'M GONNA BREAK THIS DOOR DOWN!"
Ulquiorra shakes his head, retrieving his phone from his pants pocket and bringing it up to his ear.
"Yes, please get up to the third floor as fast as you can, preferably before Aizen get's here. Yes, it's Grimmjow again, and he's about to strangle Shiro, so please do hurry."
Ending the call quickly, Ulquiorra puts the phone back into his pants.
BANG BANG
"Grimmjow, Starrk is on his way up here, so I suggest if you do not want to get another broken nose and wrist you stop this foolishness at once!"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY, STARRK CAN KISS MY ASS!" Grimmjow roars over his shoulder.
Ulquiorra holds his hands up in defeat.
"As usual, there is no reasoning with you when you are like this."
"WELL WHAT THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO IF THAT WAS ORIHIME THIS PERVERT HAD TRIED TO RAPE AND NOT ICHIGO,HUH? JUST SIT DOWN AND CALMLY DISCUSS IT OVER TEA AND FUCKING BISCUITS?"
"Well..." Ulquiorra trails off, a deep frown set on his usually stoic features.
"YOU'D DO EXACTLY THE SAME AND WANT TO BEAT HIM TO A PULP, SO IF YOU'RE NOT GONNA HELP ME BREAK THIS DOOR DOWN JUST PISS OFF!"
After watching Grimmjow thump mercilessly on Aizen's office door for a few more moments, Ulquiorra takes a silver key out of his pocket, holding it out in front of him.
"It may be easier with this."
Grimmjow turns away from the door, staring wide eyed at Ulquiorra and the offered key.
"What are you-"
"Take it, before I change my mind."
Without any more hesitation, Grimmjow snatches the key, turning it in the lock and then throwing the door open, growling like a wild animal as his eyes dart around the room.
Shiro is lounging back on the desk chair, his eyes narrowed at Grimmjow as he approaches the desk, shoving it out of his way in one swift move before wrenching Shiro up by the Neko's torn shirt collar.
"WHAT IN THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ICHIGO?" Grimmjow barks in the albino's face.
Shiro snorts, bringing his white claws up to dig painfully into the hands grasping his shirt.
"I didn't do anythin yer precious lil Neko didn't want me too, Grimmy."
"FUCKIN LIAR!"
Grimmjow rears his fist back ready to pummel Shiro's face in, but out of nowhere a strong hand closes over it, stopping him in his tracks.
"Looks like I got here just in time didn't I," Starrk murmurs, using his other arm to get Grimmjow in a tight headlock from behind and drag him away from Shiro.
"GRR STARRK GET THE HELL OFF OF ME!"
Grimmjow tries to pry the strong arm around his throat off but get's nowhere, the grip only tightening further.
"You know I can't do that Grimmjow, not after all the trouble you caused last time you flew off the handle."
Starrk's tired eyes find a silent Ulquiorra stood near the office door, and he tut's, shaking his head in disapproval.
"And what where you thinking, letting him in here when you knew what he was planning to do?"
Ulquiorra opens his mouth, but Grimmjow interrupts first before he can get a word out.
"He didn't let me in, I fucking overpowered him and took his damn key and let myself in, okay? Now get off of me!"
Starrk doesn't look the least bit convinced, and begins dragging Grimmjow out of the office, Grimmjow kicking and screaming all the way.
"STOP IT YOU MOTHER FUCKER, LET GO!"
Starrk pauses in the doorway, staring at Ulquiorra.
"For now I'll drag him back down to my office and keep him there, but you do realize this is definitely not going to go down well with Aizen, right?"
"Of course, thank you for your assistance,"Ulquiorra replies, his eyes staying locked on the office flooring.
"If you ask me, I don't think you really wanted it," Starrk adds, before dragging a livid and swearing Grimmjow over to the elevator down the hallway.
Well, at least Grimmjow was right about something.
Nnoitra's office is so much more untidy, Ichigo can hardly move around discarded take away boxes and coffee cups, but Nnoitra and Tesla seem completely oblivious to the rubbish piling up around them.
After Nnoitra takes a good look at Tesla and uses the first aid kit in his office to disinfect and patch up some of the more deeper scratches's, he beckons Ichigo over to him.
Ichigo, who has up until then stayed stood near the door, constantly waiting and yearning for Grimmjow to just come back, and hopefully in one piece, shakes his head.
"Uh no, I'll be fine, thanks."
Nnoitra sighs, lifting a slender finger and aiming it at Ichigo.
"Do ya want me to come over there and look at it?"
"No, it's not even that bad, honestly," Ichigo insists.
"Bullshit, get yer ass over here Ichigo before I have to come and drag ya."
Ichigo scowls, baring his fangs at Nnoitra.
"I said I'm fine."
"Draggin it is then."
Ichigo's eyes widen as Nnoitra jumps up from behind the desk and is by his side before he can even react, a slender arm wrapping around his middle and hauling him over to the desk chair.
"Hey, put me down,I said I'll be fine dammit!" Ichigo hisses, but Nnoitra ignores him, throwing him down into the chair and sliding the trench coat down, exposing Ichigo's neck and shoulders.
"Jeez, that looks painful as fuck," Nnoitra comments, producing a disinfectant wipe from the first aid kit and slowly and, surprisingly gently, cleaning the orange Neko's wound.
Ichigo grits his teeth at the pain the action brings, his claws digging into the arms of the desk chair.
Tesla sneaks over to the side of the desk chair, nuzzling against Ichigo's arm.
Ichigo tenses up, staring down at Tesla cautiously.
"Don't worry, he's just tryin to comfort ya cause he can see yer in pain," Nnoitra tells him, and he relaxes a little.
Maybe his first impression was wrong about these two.
They'd both saved him today from being raped by Shiro, and now Nnoitra was cleaning his wound and Tesla was trying to comfort him, so hey, maybe these two aren't as bad as he first thought.
As Nnoitra throws the wipe into a trash can, because yes, there is apparently a trash can in here, and starts to patch up the wound, Ichigo feels comfortable enough to voice his concerns about Grimmjow.
"So, what do you think is going to happen to Grimm? He's not going to lose his job over this, is he?"
"To tell ya the truth, I got no idea. I'm still surprised he didn't get fired after last time."
"Last time?"
"Oh yeah, well without goin into too much detail he ended up throwing a water cooler at one of Aizen's other personal assistants, Tousen, and then ended up in the hospital cause Starrk fucked up his nose and wrist trying to restrain him. I swear Grimmjow's like a fuckin animal himself sometimes."
Worry pools in Ichigo's gut, and a hint of guilt. But what does he have to feel guilty for? It's not like he asked to be molested and then nearly fucking raped, and then he didn't tell Grimmjow to go and kick up a fuss and beat the shit out of Shiro.
But still...if he wasn't here, none of this would be happening right now.
"All right, yer all patched up," Nnoitra tells him, and slides the coat back up.
Tesla puts his face on Ichigo's thigh, staring up at him curiously.
"Are you still worried about your master, Ichigo?"
Ichigo blushes at the word 'master', his ears twitching.
"He's not my master, but yeah, I'm kind of worried about him."
"I'm sure he'll be fine, and Nnoitra-sama can always go and help him!"
"The fuck I will, I ain't gettin involved in that shit storm," Nnoitra growls, putting the first aid kid back in his desk.
"But...you helped Ichigo," Tesla frowns.
"That's different."
"But how-"
"Just be quiet and comfort Ichigo jeez," Nnoitra grumbles.
"Sorry, Nnoitra-sama."
"I told yer to stop sayin sorry!"
Ichigo watches the exchange, before smiling despite his current situation.
Nnoitra may not want to openly show it, but he obviously cares a lot about Tesla.
Could it be...the same way he and Grimmjow care about each other?
Do other Neko's and their owners get those kinds of feelings?
It sure is something to think about.
Locking the office door behind him, Starrk let's go of the still irate Grimmjow, but makes sure to keep his body blocking the door.
"That's quite enough already, just calm down. Isn't getting so worked up tiring at all for you?"
"I don't give a toss about being tired, you should've let me pummel that albino bastard into the next century!" Grimmjow booms, clenching his fists at his side.
"Oh, and why's that?"
"BECAUSE! Because...I can't just fucking do nothing when that nasty little pervert tried to rape Ichigo like that, he needs to be taught a lesson!"
Starrk snorts, a smile tugging at his lips.
"It seems you feel that you need to go and beat up Shiro because you want to get some kind of revenge for Ichigo, but tell me, do you think that's what Ichigo wants right now?"
Grimmjow stares at him in total confusion.
"Huh?"
"Well, don't you think Ichigo would want you to be there to comfort him right now, rather than losing your temper and going on a rampage?"
Grimmjow sighs heavily, slapping a hand over his eyes.
"Fuck, I'm such an idiot."
"I'd be inclined to agree with that."
"Don't fuckin push it," Grimmjow grunts, and his eyes flicker to the door behind Starrk.
"Can I go now then?"
"Why, are you planning on going to finish where you left off?"
"No! I'm going to go find Ichigo, he's probably in Nnoitra's office."
Starrk steps aside, gesturing at the door.
"Then go right ahead, but be warned Grimmjow, if you even go within ten feet of Aizen's office, I'll be forced to break something of yours again."
Grimmjow rolls his eyes, giving Starrk the middle finger before he leaves.
Starrk closes the door to his office, yawning loudly and stretching his arms above his head lazily.
"What a pain, having to deal with these idiots I work with."
Grimmjow briefly checks his own office before heading to Nnoitra's, where he breathes a sigh of relief as he opens the door and finds Ichigo curled up on a small futon, his eyes closed and his chest rising and falling slowly.
Nnoitra puts a finger to his lips as Grimmjow gently closes the office door behind him.
"He jus nodded off, so don't go hollerin yer head off or ya will wake him up."
Grimmjow nods, running a hand through his hair.
"How is he doing?"
Nnoitra gently ruffles Tesla's hair, who's head is now laid on his lap, and glances over at Ichigo.
"He's fine, I took care of the wound on his neck but it's gonna take a while to heal properly, prick bit him real good."
Grimmjow sneers at the thought of Shiro doing that to Ichigo, but manages to keep himself from losing his temper again, taking some much needed deep, calming breaths.
"So, what the fuck did ya do to Shiro?"
"I...I didn't do anything."
"Like fuck, do I look like I was born yesterday? Tell me ya didn't fuckin kill him at least."
"I'm serious, I didn't do anything to him, even though he more than fucking deserved it."
Nnoitra quirks an eyebrow, his mouth hanging open.
"Yer shitin me, right? Why the fuck didn't ya do anythin?"
Grimmjow rubs the back of his neck, swallowing thickly and not answering.
It takes a few moments for Nnoitra to connect most of the dots, but when he does, he smirks coyly.
"Ah, I see. Well, bout time ya got ya priorities straight if ya ask me."
"Yeah well, I never asked you. I'm going to call a taxi and take Ichigo home, I don't give a fuck what Aizen does but no way in hell is he staying here for the rest of the day after this shit."
"Tch, I don't blame ya."
Grimmjow strides over and gently scoops up the sound asleep Ichigo into his arms, and thankfully he doesn't wake up, nuzzling into Grimmjow's chest.
Nnoitra get's up and opens the door, and Grimmjow pauses in the doorway.
"Look, don't even think I'm gonna thank you for any of this you lanky fucker."
Nnoitra snorts, leaning on the door.
"Give me a break fuck face, as if I want a thank ya from ya of all people, unless ya wanna make me puke."
Grimmjow smirks, before heading off down the corridor with the worn out Neko in his arms.
Back in his own office, Grimmjow tries to put Ichigo down while he calls for a taxi, but the Neko digs his claws into his shirt, whimpering in his sleep, so Grimmjow stops, managing to dig his cell phone out of his pocket and call while keeping the Neko against his chest.
As he's about to leave the office and wait outside, someone knocks lightly on the door.
"Come in."
Ulquiorra comes inside, shoving his hands into his suit pockets.
"How is Ichigo doing?"
"He's fine, I think, he's been asleep since I got back though, must be worn out from stress or something."
"I see."
Grimmjow stares at Ulquiorra, and he's known the other long enough to know something's definitely up.
"Ulquiorra, what's bothering you?"
"I'm fine."
"You know you're not fooling me, so out with it."
"What you said earlier...it unnerved me."
Grimmjow tries to remember what the hell he was shouting about in his fit of rage, but it's kind of a blur.
"About what?"
"When you mentioned if it had been Orihime instead of Ichigo. I...it...I don't know why I feel so...strange," Ulquiorra questions, his brows scrunching together in worry.
Ulquiorra has never been one to be very emotional, in fact, the only real affection Grimmjow's ever seen from him is towards Orihime, so it's uncomfortable for him to watch the other begin to gnaw at his lip as the frown on his face deepens.
Yeah, him and his big mouth, blurting out stupid shit in anger and upsetting his friends in the process.
Nice one, Grimmjow.
"Ulquiorra, look I shouldn't have said that okay, it was stupid of me, just try to forget about it okay? It didn't happen to Orihime, so you have nothing to feel sad about."
Ulquiorra closes his eyes, letting out a heavy sigh.
"You are right, I apologize for bothering you with this. I will explain to Aizen what happened, but I cannot guarantee things will go as smoothly as they did last time."
"By the way, about the key thing..."
"That was blatant stupidity on my part, I would not expect you to lie for me if Aizen enquires about it."
"You fucking idiot, I wouldn't just drop you in it like that anyway," Grimmjow huffs.
"Oh, Nnoitra informed me you are leaving for the day, should you need anything you can call me," Ulquiorra states, and holds the door open for Grimmjow to carry Ichigo out.
"Yeah, thanks Ulquiorra."
Phew, so much drama, it's becoming like a damn soap opera!
And I got to bring Starrk in, who I've never actually wrote before, so I tried my best to get his character spot on! And I wanted to show that no, Nnoitra's not always a dick and he has some kind of feelings XD
I actually wasn't expecting to get this done just yet, but I stayed up into the early hours of the morning because I got inspired to finish it, my bad!
And, since I was so mean with the last chapter and that nasty cliffhanger, I decided it's only fair I give you guys a big hint at something which will be happening in the next chapter.
Can you guess?
The first big bit of GrimmIchi smut, yay! I know you guys have been waiting for it, and you won't be waiting for much longer now :)
Thanks for the reviews, favourites and follows, and I hope you enjoyed the latest chapter!