Sorry this took so long in the works but I just gave birth to our first child, our little Zoë Lyn, on March 18th so I've been kinda busy. lol. Anyway, please enjoy. I hope it was worth the wait.
"Awww, what'd ya do that for? He looked like a lot of fun," Ichigo's hollow playfully complained as Grimmjaw began to climb on top of him and paw at his body.
Grimmjaw's reply was a heated growl as he began to remove his clothes.
"It's okay," the hollow in Ichigo's body brought an uncharacteristically gentle hand up to Grimmjaw's flushed cheek and ran his fingers down and along his jaw, marveling at the way the arancar's lips twitched in response. "I know what yer after…even if the King doesn't get it."
Grimmjaw paused for a moment, giving the hollow beneath him a suspicious look. "You know?" he asked as he returned to disrobing.
The hollow gave him a lecherous grin and smiled before chuckling just a bit.
"What?" the espada wasn't in the mood to be laughed at.
"Oh, it's just the King. He can't believe I'm lettin' ya do this. He thinks I should be tryin' to fight ya off…but your sad-faced friend warned us against that and after the wonderful things he did to get us ready for this, I've decided to honor his request. But don't you worry your pretty little head about him," he lifted his hips up off the mattress to make contact with Grimmjaw's erection as it emerged from his pants, "Pinky's accessories here seem to have done the trick."
Grimmjaw chuckled at the little nicknames Ichigo's hollow had given to his comrades. It amused him so much that he was hardly irritated at being called Ulquiorra's friend. Regardless, he was not there to make small talk, not that he was one for small talk in the first place, so he finished removing his clothes and tossed them carelessly to the floor.
That was when the hollow noticed something very interesting, there was the fading scar on Grimmjaw's neck. He reached a careful hand up to the wound and traced it with his fingertips, "What do we have here?" he asked knowingly.
The teal-haired arancar jerked away at the gentle, but invasive, touches. "That's none of your concern," he forcefully dismissed.
"Now, that's not what I asked you. Who gave that to you? It's very nice," the hollow complimented, licking his lips. When he didn't receive an answer, he started to guess. "Was it one of those two that was just here? They seemed to know quite a bit about you. I bet it was one of them, they both look like biters."
Grimmjaw, growing irritated, didn't reply. Instead, he concentrated on undressing.
"Or maybe it was one of those captains. Does he make you call him Aizen-sama even when he's fucking you?" the hollow continued to taunt until Grimmjaw punched him in the stomach but only hard enough to knock the wind out of him.
"It was Ulquiorra," he informed in a dark tone.
Even as the hollow gasped for air, he didn't relent, "You mean sad-face? I hope you paid him back for a wound so fine."
When he was finished undressing, he leaned down over the hollow, taking a moment to look over Ichigo's body. He knew that this would be is only opportunity to really take in the sight of the young man. He was sweating, but not as badly as Grimmjaw, and his skin was flushed. The espada was surprised by how ready the soul reaper-turned-hollow looked. The way he was looking up at him dared him to continue and he was partially erect. At first, he didn't think there was anyway the young man would so willingly do this with him, for him but it appeared that Ulquiorra was right, this kid definitely had some sort of personality disorder. However, at the moment, Grimmjaw couldn't bring himself to care more than that he was pleased that some part of the soul reaper understood and didn't seem to mind helping.
"Nice, isn't it?" the hollow bragged, stretching slightly to show off the soul reaper's toned features.
Grimmjaw just smiled before using a handful of orange hair to pull the young man's head back. The hollow gasped at the sharp movement but didn't try to push away for more than a moment before yielding. It didn't hurt that in that moment, Grimmjaw began licking the beads of sweat from the side of his neck, making sure to taste as much of the soul reaper's skin as possible. "You like it so much, why don't I give you your own?" the espada breathed into his neck.
At that, Ichigo shivered inside himself and his hollow squirmed wantonly.
To keep him steady, Grimmjaw moved his hands to the soul reaper's hips but just before he could sink his teeth in, the hollow spoke.
"I have a better idea," he whispered as he moved and clamped his teeth down overlapping the existing mark. He bit as hard as he could but only managed to barely break the skin. He fully expected to have the tender flesh of his throat torn by Grimmjaw's fangs anyway, so why not? To is surprise, the espada just chuckled and slowly pulled away when he finally released the pressure. "So, how do you want me?" he continued to make friction between their bodies and trace random patters on Grimmjaw's sweat-slicked skin with his fingertips.
Grimmjaw smirked and sat back on his heals. He didn't know where this side of the soul reaper came from but he was sure glad it was there. A willing partner, especially one so handsome and so submissive, was something he did not often question. "Turn over," he ordered in a husky voice. Immediately, the body beneath him complied, rolling over before raising himself up on his knees and elbows, effectively pressing their bodies together once again. The espada wasted no time in grasping the hips and positioning his cock at the warm, now slick, opening. He was half a second away from sliding himself inside when the hollow pushed back and started the process for him. Once the motion was started, Grimmjaw couldn't help finishing it. He growled at the tight heat and continued at a relentless pace from there.
Meanwhile, Ichigo was left with nothing to do but observe and experience, screaming at his hollow all the while. He was yelling so much that it was starting to distract his hollow, something that caused him great irritation. "Quit yer whinin'! It's not like it hurts. That's what you were afraid of, right?" the hollow mentally yelled back.
"That's not the point! How can you let him do this to us?" Ichigo continued to rave, his mental state nearing hysteria.
"Didn't ya hear them? He needs this! Look," he slowly turned his head, looking over his shoulder at Grimmjaw. The espada was on his knees behind Ichigo with his hands digging into his hips, a not all together unpleasant feeling that made the soul reaper sick to his stomach. His teal hair was becoming matted down with the sweat that now covered his entire body in a thin, glistening sheen. His face was taught, just like every other muscle in his body, and his lips were parted, allowing his groans of pleasure, of need fulfilled, to easily escape. His eyes were half lidded and glossy with lust. The look in his eyes was similar to the one he wore earlier, during their chase, but this time those teal eyes weren't as angry. They looked…vulnerable but just as needy. At that realization Ichigo felt a part of himself give in. It appeared that Grimmjaw really did need this somehow, in some twisted way. Who was he to judge that?…and, as much as he hated to admit it, he was grateful that some time had been taken to prepare him, at least physically, for what was happening to him. He knew if they'd just turned Grimmjaw loose by on him, by now he would be bleeding profusely. As it were, what was happening actually aroused him, in spite of himself, as much as the whole situation disgusted him.
"I see yer startin' to come around," the hollow continue to tease inside Ichigo's head, "Not that you weren't already starting to before they let me out."
The teen inside would have blushed if it were possible. There was no way he would admit it, even if it was true.
"That's okay, I won't make you say it. We both know the truth anyway. Here, check his out," the hollow prompted before reaching back with one hand to grasp one of Grimmjaw's wrists.
Ichigo flinched inside himself at the tension that could be felt even with just that small touch as his hollow, with what little strength he possessed, tried to pry the hand off his hip.
Grimmjaw growled and held even tighter, fingers digging hard enough to leave bruises and cuts where his nails dug in.
"Now, now," the hollow said through gritted teeth and between ragged breaths, "don't be like that. I was just gunna make a suggestion."
With that coaxing, Grimmjaw loosened his grip enough for the hollow to move his hand to his unattended erection. He felt his hand being wrapped around the soul reaper's anxious length and begin to pump somewhat in time with the pace he already set. He scoffed, "You wanna hand job? Do it yourself." He went to pull his hand away but found his fingers laced with those of the hollow beneath him.
"Come on, it's common courtesy when you fuck someone in the ass that you give 'em a reach-around," he nearly spat. "Besides, I just got the King convinced this isn't so bad…do this and I'll guarantee he'll like it."
Grimmjaw, already too far gone to argue with the hollow, grasped the hard length already in his hand and began to roughly message it. He was rewarded with a throaty moan that rang in his ears and the rapturous feeling of the young man's body reacting to him. As he drew closer to his climax, he leaned down over Ichigo's body, covering it with his own and increasing the friction between them.
The sudden movement and the new angle that it provided made the hollow beneath Grimmjaw gasp, even the presence of the teen trapped inside his own mind groaned at the sensation and found himself nearly begging for more. The hollow buried his face in the soft mattress, arched his back, and bucked back against Grimmjaw. From there, their motions became frantic, almost erratic and they both teetered on the edge of release, wanting it so badly but at the same time not wanting it to end.
The soul reaper-tuned-hollow could feel Grimmjaw's breath on his neck, the sensation caused him to shiver. This did not go unnoticed by the espada. "If you come before me and that collar breaks, I'll fuckin' kill you," he growled into the young man's ear.
The hollow growled back in response and bit into the sheets, trying in earnest to hold himself back. "You'd better not take too much longer then. This body is more sensitive than you can imagine…" he had more say but trailed off into a muffled mewl.
Luckily, that sound was enough to send Grimmjaw over the edge, groaning into the young man's neck before pulling back just a bit to bite down on the flesh just below the soul reaper's right shoulder. When he felt the arancar's member pulse inside him, the hollow lost what little control he could maintain and spilled himself onto the crumpled sheets beneath him. When they were both finished, they remained still, aside from the heaving of their chests. Suddenly, the room grew quiet save their ragged breath and a slight cracking sound. Grimmjaw opened an eye to see that the collar around the soul reaper's neck was damaged and starting to fall apart.
"That was fun. We should do this again some time," the hollow half joked as he felt himself being pulled back inside the soul reaper's mind as Ichigo pushed himself to the forefront of his consciousness.
Ichigo didn't know if he wanted to face Grimmjaw after all that but he wasn't going to trust his hollow with his body any longer than he absolutely had to.
Grimmjaw felt the body beneath him tense and sighed with regret, rolling off so he could lay on his back and look up at Ichigo. He didn't say anything when his suspicions were confirmed, the mask was gone and his energy was returning to it's natural state. His eyes were screwed shut and he was trying to steady his breathing while his mind raced at what transpired and the implications of it all. "Are you done?" There was an edge of vulnerability in his voice that he could not hide.
When he started to shake, Grimmjaw rolled his eyes. "Yeah, you can go whenever you're ready," he offered offhandedly.
Immediately, Ichigo tried to move away from the arancar but Grimmjaw wrapped his arm around his waist and pulled him down next to him in an eerily warm embrace. "I said when you're ready. Look at yourself, you're not ready yet."
Ichigo struggled to find a way out of the arancar's grip only to find that he was still incredibly weak. The collar had broken but the bracelets did not. He whimpered at his own exposure and helplessness as Grimmjaw moved down his body and began lapping at the puncture wounds on the young man's hips. The soul reaper whined at the feeling of the espada's warm, soft tongue obviously cleaning his wounds. Grimmjaw concentrated on what he was doing, nursing not only cuts on his hips but also the cleaning the cum from the boy's stomach before spreading the orange-haired boy's legs and cleaning him there as well.
Under Grimmjaw's administrations, Ichigo began to relax. He was physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausted. That is, until the espada started licking his backside.
"Maybe next time you'll listen to your hollow when he tells you to leave me alone," Grimmjaw teased.
At that, Ichigo gave a worn chuckle.
"What?" he barely paused to prompt the teen.
"If there is a next time, I don't think he'll warn me," he informed dryly.
At that Grimmjaw just grinned a maniacal grin that resembled the one the soul reaper was more accustomed to.
"Grimmjaw," Ichigo was about to ask if what had just happened really had been necessary or if it was all some sort of elaborate and really fucked up scheme but he was interrupted.
"Kurosaki," Grimmjaw began as he moved back up to look the teen in the eyes, "Thank you," he barely spoke before punching the boy in the temple.
As his consciousness faded, Ichigo felt Grimmjaw return to the task of carefully cleaning him. A few minutes later, Ulquiorra returned. He knocked but didn't wait for a response before opening the door. "I was right, you are finished." The fourth had more to say but was cut off by another voice as it entered the room. "Good, he's passed out. That'll make it easier to get him back where he belongs. I see the collar broke, interesting. When did that happen?"
Grimmjaw, who was still in the process of cleaning up the soul reaper, growled at the intruders. "He didn't pass out. I knocked him out."
"Why? He was more than willing when we left him," Ulquiorra was suddenly concerned, well, as concerned as he ever gets.
"It was over and he changed back…he was about to start asking a bunch of stupid questions," Grimmjaw half-heartedly attempted to defend himself.
"I see," the fourth replied curtly. "Well, stop wasting time. Aizen-sama wants him returned as soon as possible."
"I'm not done with 'em yet," Grimmjaw complained.
"Yes you are," Ulquiorra pulled Grimmjaw off the young man's unconscious body while Szayel gathered him up and took him away.
Grimmjaw sat on the ground at Ulquiorra's feet scowling upward in indignation.
"What?" Ulquiorra spat.
Suddenly, Grimmjaw's expression changed. He smirked as he slowly stood. "You're jealous," he accused in a conversational tone. He was immediately rewarded with a reaction from Ulquiorra. It wasn't much but the intense glare that he received was more emotion that he'd ever seen the green-eyed espada show. "You are, aren't you?" he failed to keep himself from laughing.
"He is an inconsequential pain in the ass…not that it matters." He approached Grimmjaw who was still very naked and examined the new bruise on the sixth's neck. "My mark will outlast his anyway," he dismissed though there was still a part of him that was angry about this. "Get cleaned up. Aizen-sama would like a few words with you."
"Grimmjaw," Aizen began. He was seated behind a large, plain-looking desk and Ichimaru was standing next to him.
Grimmjaw waited for his master to continue knowing anything he said would inevitably get him into more trouble, as it usually did. It was much easier to bite his tongue at this point.
"For what purpose did you sneak into the real world without my permission?" They both knew he already knew the reason but he liked asking the question and he liked to see what sort of answers he would receive when he did take the time to ask.
"I needed a quiet place to think," Grimmjaw replied simply.
"I see. Los Noches is a very quiet and peaceful place. Why couldn't you just do your pondering here?"
"There were too many other hollows around…I couldn't think straight," he managed.
"Would you care to elaborate on that?" the brunette asked knowingly of the teal-haired arancar before him, his sixth espada.
"Not really," he relied, his eyes downcast.
"Not really?" the master repeated incredulously.
"Not really, Aizen-sama," he tried again.
Suddenly, something Grimmjaw didn't expect happened. Ichimaru came to his rescue, "Now, don't toy with him like that. You know he can't help what happened."
Grimmjaw rose his head in shock to look at Ichimaru, trying to see if the white-haired man was serious. Apparently, he was.
"If he hadn't snuck out, it wouldn't have happened n the first place," Aizen reminded.
"Aizen-sama, I'm sorry for sneaking out. It won't happen again," he tried to promise in a feeble attempt to get all this over with sooner.
"You're right it won't. No hollow is permitted to leave Heuco Mundo when they are in that state to ensure that nothing like this ever happens again." Aizen finally let his anger over the situation override the amusement that he'd found in it earlier.
"Yes, sir," Grimmjaw tried to comply. Normally, he would have been more insubordinate, more obstinate but given the reason for the situation, he just wanted to get it behind him as quickly as possible.
"And I examined the boy," Aizen's unnerving grin threatened to return. "I thought I told you he was not to be harmed. He was bleeding in several spots when Szayel showed him to me. I was told that he was compliant, did he change his mind?"
"No, Aizen-sama, he was willing."
"Then why was he damaged."
"I'm sorry, sir, I couldn't help myself. I was cleaning the wounds when they took him from me. They didn't let me finish," he half complained.
Aizen cocked an eyebrow and looked to Gin for his assessment. The fox-faced man simply gave an encouraging nod, not saying a word. The leader sighed in resignation. "You may go," he waved Grimmjaw off.
He gave the slightest of bows before quickly leaving the room.
"You're not gunna punish him?" Gin asked in disbelief.
"You said yourself that he could have helped what happened. I just feel a little sorry for that ryoka boy."
"He should be thankful to you. From what it looked like in Ulquiorra's report, Grimmjaw was about to tear that boy to shreds when his mask broke and he couldn't re-summon it. You did him a huge favor."
"I'm glad you think so."
Ichigo awoke with a violent start in his room the following morning. His mind was racing as he looked down at his hands, finding that the bracelets were gone. Had that just been some awful nightmare? At that thought, he heard his hollow giggle. "Shut up," he mentally scolded, out of habit more than annoyance. He shifted in his bed, he certainly didn't feel like something that traumatic had just happened to him. The hollow giggled again, this time sounding even more amused. "What?" Ichigo finally demanded.
"They took good care of ya, that's why you're not sore."
"You're saying that was real?" Ichigo asked, still in denial.
"Of course it was. You couldn't possibly dream up something that wonderful. Go look in the mirror, you'll see."
Reluctantly, the teen got out of bed and went over to his mirror. He breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't see anything.
"Pull your pants down a bit," the hollow suggested.
"I'm not giving you a strip tease," something strange that his hollow often asked for when Ichigo was alone in front of a mirror.
"Keh, I'm still too tired from last night," the twisted voice half joked, "Just pull 'em down a little bit," he encouraged.
Ichigo grumbled but did as the hollow asked to find several large hand-sized bruises his hips with matching cuts and scratches. His eyes grew wide as he turned to examine the wounds, flushing as the memory of how Grimmjaw's strong hands felt on his hips.
This time the hollow didn't giggle, he outright laughed. "And that's not even the best part!" he raved.
The young man felt his heart skip a beat as he slowly continued to turn. He had to crane his neck to see it, but it was there, a large angry bite mark just below his shoulder. A half hearted, "Damnit." was all he could manage before returning to his bed. He did eventually get his hollow to do some explaining, like why, exactly, that had been necessary, in the hopes that he would ease him. However, when it was all said and done, he didn't really feel any better about it and had to settle for just accepting that it had happened and that it was over, his only consolation the fact that Grimmjaw left his mark in a fairly inconspicuous location.
Okay, that's it for now. Should there be more?