Alright, so this is the most OOC that I'm going to let my characters get. I hope it's not too much because I know how much of a turn off that can be but I just couldn't help myself. I tried to not let it get out of control and I hope I was successful. Please, let me know!
Ichigo only had a few words for the mod soul before he left with Grimmjaw. "Don't go anywhere or say anything to anyone until I get back. Got it?"
Kon nodded obediently, too stunned to do much else, as the pair turned and left.
"Grimmjaw," Ichigo turned to the espada as they traveled toward Los Noches. He had the same look as he did when he said the teal-haired man's name right after he'd regained control of himself the last time they'd seen one another, "You can knock me out if you want but I'm still going to ask. What the hell? Why are you doing this?"
"I don't feel like carrying you there this time…so I think I'll leave you conscious," Grimmjaw half-teased. "I have a debt to repay and you are the only currency accepted. Don't worry, we'll get ya back where ya belong as soon as he's finished with ya."
The espada's assurances had little effect in soothing the soul reaper. "So you're really just going to give me to that one espada and he's gunna fuck me like you did?"
"Pretty much, though I can't say it'll be like I did. He and I enjoy different methods but the result is the same."
Ichigo shot him a look of repulsion and disgust.
"So, your better half up for it?"
Ichigo chuckled, "He wants to know if this guy'll look just as vulnerable and needy as you did?" the soul reaper sniped back. The fact was, that his hollow was fully prepared for it and already taunting the young man about the helplessness of his situation.
Rage flared behind bright blue eyes as Grimmjaw eyed the weakened soul reaper.
"My hollow told me all about it. It's pretty fucked up. He said you don't have any control over it, that you're just like some sort of animal…like a cat in heat." The soul reaper's words were condescending.
Grimmjaw rolled his eyes. These were things he already thought about and at great length. He slapped Ichigo on the back of the head hard enough to make him stumble. "Don't you think I know that? Fact is, though, there's nothing you or anyone else can do about it." The espada sounded unusually resigned before his slight grin returned. "Besides, all that doesn't mean that we can't have a little fun with it."
Ichigo scowled but before he could reply, Grimmjaw grabbed him by the collar of his soul reaper robes and pulled him close, their bodies nearly touching. He couldn't help gasping at the sudden contact and blushing at the feeling of the arancar's breath on his skin, his hollow supplying him with the memories of how good the same simple thing felt when he had been beneath the larger man.
"You don't get it. That's okay. It doesn't really matter. Now, shut up. We're here." Grimmjaw was tired of the shinigami's questions and mildly revolted glares. At the very least, he could stop one of those without striking the boy.
They were about three halls away from Ulquiorra's quarters when Aizen appeared before them. "Grimmjaw, what do you think you're doing?"
Ichigo gasped at the sight of the former captain and instinctively took a couple steps backward. Had the other two arancar not been so adamant about Aizen's pity for him during his first visit to Los Noches, he might have been inclined to say or do something. Though he hated the very idea of being pitied, this was one occasion he was willing to make an exception. So, he stood a few steps behind Grimmjaw with baited breath.
"I'm sorry for sneaking out, Aizen-sama," he began but was cut off.
"That's what you said last time this boy was here. You also promised that you wouldn't do it again," the former captain reminded harshly.
"This is different," Grimmjaw attempted to defend.
Aizen cocked an eyebrow in a gesture of his disbelief.
"He's not for me."
Again, the master didn't speak, wordlessly bidding the espada to speak with a mere look of impatience.
"I got him for Ulquiorra. He has the fever."
The brunette didn't quite know how to feel about that. Sure, Grimmjaw had disobeyed a direct command but he didn't do it for his own sake? That was certainly a twist. Just as he was about to speak, Ichimaru emerged from the shadows a few feet behind the pair.
"I thought that's what this is for," the silver-haired man ran his fingers along the scar Ulquiorra left.
"He wants the shinigami."
"How can that be? He hasn't left Heuco Mundo in the last month and this boy hasn't been here since the last time you brought him here." Aizen's patience for this matter was beginning to run thin.
"He hasn't seen him yet. I was…going to surprise him. Apparently, he developed an…interest in him last time," Grimmjaw explained.
"That's very thoughtful of you Grimmjaw," Ichimaru chided. "Perhaps since you kidnapped this human for purely selfless purposes, we could let you finish what you're doing before you are punished for your disobedience."
"What do you think?" Aizen suddenly asked Ichigo.
He hadn't been expecting that. The very idea that his opinion would be considered hadn't crossed his mind. "I think all this is really fucked up," he managed.
Aizen gave the boy a sympathetic nod but before he could agree, Grimmjaw pulled a metal ring from his pocket and quickly put it on the soul reaper.
"Damnit! What the hell? You don't know…" was as far as the soul reaper got before the mask finished forming and the whites of his eyes were inked out, leaving shimmering gold staring back. "And I think…" the twisted version of Ichigo's voice began, "I think you'd better let me go find sad-face before it's too late. And don't let the King fool you. He enjoyed what that bastard did to him, that's why he's so pissed off."
Unfortunately for Ichigo, Tousen was not there. He had better things to do than stalk Grimmjaw. "Okay. Grimmjaw you will report to me once this boy is back where he belongs."
"I'll make sure he's on the up 'n' up," Ichimaru offered as he began to follow the pair on to Ulquiorra's quarters. Before knocking on the door, he turned to Grimmjaw, "As amusing as all this is, this is the last time I'm bailing you out." After that, he had the teal-haired arancar stand out of sight, just to be on the safe side.
"Who is it?" Ulquiorra's voice had an unmistakable edge to it.
Ichimaru looked at the hollow in Ichigo's body expectantly but he said nothing. "Go 'head," he encouraged, "Unless you've changed your mind…"
"Who is it?" the voice inside the room asked again when it received no answer.
"I don't have a name," he informed, though it sounded more like a complaint.
"What?" Ulquiorra spat in disbelief, his temper getting the better of him.
"It's Ichimaru. Please come out for a moment," he finally replied.
Reluctantly, the fourth answered his door. If it had been another hollow he would have tried harder to avoid leaving his quarters but he could not bring himself to argue with one of the former captains. Gin particularly enjoyed watching Ulquiorra's expression when he did finally answer his door. At first, there was significant anger and frustration but as soon as he laid eyes on the ryoka boy, now with the energy of a hollow, it suddenly changed. It looked like his entire body flushed and his breath caught in his throat.
"Wh-what are you doing here?" he demanded.
"Isn't that obvious?" the hollow closed the gap between their bodies leaving their faces only centimeters apart. "I'm here for you. I hope I'm not too late," he mock pouted, already able to tell that he was just in time.
"But you're not supposed to be here…" Ulquiorra tried to push the other hollow away but his actions lacked conviction as the heat of the young man's body began to seep through his uniform.
"It's okay. Aizen-sama wishes to thank you for how you handled this boy last time." Ichimaru informed giddily.
"Ai-Aizen-sama?" The green-eyed arancar blinked in incomprehension but wasn't going to argue.
"Yes. Now, you two have fun," Ichimaru waved as he left them.
"How…did you get here?" Ulquiorra asked as he felt himself being pushed backward into his room once again.
"Your bitch brought me," the hollow growled into the espada's ear.
"Who?" his questions grew shorter as he felt his body temperature continue to rise, blurring his senses.
"Grimmjaw," he barely answered before the sixth appeared in the still open doorway, finally getting a good look at the pair, their bodies pressed together. Ulquiorra looked absolutely dizzy with incredulity and impending pleasure. That look was all the thanks he needed.
"G-Grimmjaw?" he repeated in disbelief at both what the hollow was saying and the appearance of the sixth at the sound of his name.
"Yes," the hollow purred into the side of his neck, sending shivers up and down his spine, "he snuck into the real world and disobeyed your master just to bring me to you. You've trained him well."
Ulquiorra couldn't believe what he was hearing and the feeling of the other's hands exploring his body was stealing his words.
"So, you wanna watch while I get 'em ready for ya?" Grimmjaw asked with a lecherous grin as he closed the door.
Ulquiorra bit his lip and nodded helplessly, his eyes glazed with lust.
"I was hoping you'd say that," Grimmjaw half-joked as he pulled the pair toward Ulquiorra's bed. "Strip down, both of you," He ordered.
At that point, Ulquiorra regained some of his sense of self and glared at Grimmjaw. This was his fantasy and he wasn't about to have in ruined by the sixth bossing him around. However, before he could say anything about it, he felt his clothes being pulled off.
He started by unzipping the espada's shirt and slowly pushing it down off his shoulders. With a hungry 'mmm' sound, he ran his tongue along the outer rim of the fair-skinned man's soul chain hole and was rewarded with a heated gasp. "I've always wanted one of these…they're so hot…but in a body this sensitive, the sensation would probably be maddening," he giggled as he moved to the espada's nipples, nipping at each one until it hardened and then teasingly move away.
Grimmjaw found himself quickly growing hard due to the display before him. Ulquiorra was practically melting under the hollow's touches and he was still wearing his pants…well, not for too much longer. The soul reaper-turned-hollow made quick work of Ulquiorra's pants as well as his sandals and socks, making sure to not touch the arancar's erection, simply giving an approving smirk.
Ulquiorra was practically panting by the time the hollow had stripped him and it was obviously taking a fair portion of his self-control not to jump the young man who was now removing his own robes and at an excruciatingly slow pace. He was taking so long that Ulquiorra couldn't simply stand and watch any longer than the time it took to slide the robe off his shoulders and down his arms. After that, the hollow and the teen trapped inside felt the arancar's greedy, wanting hands tearing his clothes off. He, quite literally, felt as though he was being unwrapped…like a present…just as Grimmjaw had said.
Once they were both naked, Grimmjaw pushed them down onto the bed so that Ulquiorra was on his back beneath Ichigo's body. An uncorking sound was heard before some oily liquid was poured onto the soul reaper's ass and quickly rubbed in. Once he was sure that the young man got enough of the oil to be satisfied, he poured the rest down the his crack so that it dripped off his body and onto Ulquiorra's already anxious erection.
With the vile empty, Grimmjaw tossed it over his shoulder before pushing the teen's hips down onto Ulquiorra so that their erections pressed together while trapped between their torsos. They both groaned at the sensation and immediately began grinding their bodies together, complete with a kiss so savage that it made Grimmjaw drool jealously. He let them go for several long minutes before sliding two fingers into the soul reaper's slick opening.
The young man caught in the middle gasped sharply at the sudden intrusion, breaking the kiss and jerking upward so that he rested on his elbows, his lower half still in contact with the fourth espada. His eyes as well as his hips rolled as Grimmjaw fingered him with no sense of hesitation. Ulquiorra was about to complain about the loss of contact until he looked up and saw the face this apparently nameless hollow was making. His lips were moist and parted, allowing his mewls of pleasure to easily escape; half-lidded golden eyes stared down at him, clearly enjoying the undivided attention of both the espada; and his skin was flushed.
The dark-haired arancar, entranced by the display before him as well as the continued feeling of their bodies sliding together, reached up to touch the hollow again. He started with those dusty pink nipples, already standing at attention for him, gently rubbing them for a moment before giving in to his urge to pinch and pull on them. He was rewarded with a heated, "Aaah-nnngh," that begged him to continue until the hollow brought himself down flush with the fairer once again in a crushing kiss.
Ulquiorra brought his hands up to Ichigo's shoulders, neck, and hair. He couldn't help literally clawing at the soul reaper's body as their tongues battled and explored. It felt as though the body pressing him into the mattress was on fire and that his own, normally cold, form would soon catch.
The feeling of his skin beginning to tear due to Ulquiorra's attentions caused the hollow to cling to the arancar beneath him, an involuntary action born from both pain and pleasure. This was when the fourth was reminded of the soul reaper's weakened state. He smirked into their kiss as he recalled the feeling of the young man weakly trying to fight him the first time only to have him yield so completely to his will like this. Either way, the young man's boldness in spite of his severe lack of strength was intriguing and, in this state, arousing.
The hollow gasped and broke their kiss again when Grimmjaw finally hit his prostate. Inexplicably angered by the disconnect, even though he appreciated what it meant, he began to use his teeth, biting at the soul reaper's already swollen lips and making them bleed before frantically lapping up the droplets that emerged.
Neither heard Grimmjaw chuckle before he grabbed the nameless hollow by Ichigo's messy orange hair and rudely pulled him up onto his knees and away from Ulquiorra. The sixth would have feared for his safety at the look the fourth gave him, that is, if he hadn't been using the object of his desire as a human shield. The green-eyed arancar growled and narrowed is eyes.
Grimmjaw smirked, licking some of the blood off the young man's lips, "Aizen-sama will be upset if you damage him too much," he chided, remembering the harsh words of warning their master had given him.
"I don't care," Ulquiorra snarled as he grabbed the sixth espada by the collar and threw him off the bed. He landed a few feet away with a hard thump. With Grimmjaw out of the way, he pushed the soul reaper down onto his back and climbed on top of him. They took a brief moment to take each other in, the room silent save their ragged breath and Grimmjaw's grumbling. Ulquiorra ended the moment by dragging his nails down the soul reaper's chest, starting with simply scratching but as he drew lower they gradually became angry red gashes. The fourth espada's eyes danced as blood again began to leak from the new wounds.
The hollow as well as the soul reaper trapped inside groaned at the sensation and resumed writhing, this time below the espada instead of above him.
Grimmjaw couldn't believe what the was hearing, Ulquiorra didn't care? At that, Grimmjaw realized how much it turned him on when Ulquiorra said things that he would regret later. He must have been deep in the fever to say something like that. He chuckled at the idea and began to slowly crawl back toward the bed.
Ulquiorra saw the motion out of the corner of his eye. "I was going to make you leave…but I changed my mind. However…if you come even an inch closer, I will throw you out," the fourth warned, barely taking his eyes off his prey.
"Aw, come on. That's hardly fair. After all I did, don't I deserve a little fun?" Grimmjaw tried to sound as hurt as possible but because of his arousal, he just sounded greedy.
"All the fun you deserve can be had from that distance," Ulquiorra informed flatly before returning his full attention to the body beneath him.
The only warning the hollow received that he was about to be penetrated was the way the fourth espada lifted his hips but when it happened, his body reacted before he could even think, back arching, legs wrapping around, head flying back.
Taking only a moment to steady himself, the dark-haired arancar bit his lip as he buried himself in the hollow and whimpered at the sensation. There was no resistance other than the natural tightness of that sweet ring of muscle and the more than occasional spasms that wracked the young man's body when the espada struck his prostate.
Grimmjaw, unable to interrupt a scene so hot and unwilling to test Ulquiorra's threat, sat back and reached an eager hand into his pants to begin attending to his much neglected erection. Neither seemed to notice.
Ulquiorra was too focused on the moaning young man beneath him to remember that Grimmjaw was even still present. That changed when he heard the nameless hollow chuckle. It was the same, partially distracted chuckle that he'd heard the other make before. He couldn't help asking, "What?" through gritted teeth.
"It's just the King…" the hollow dismissively mumbled.
He'd nearly forgotten about the other personality, the normally dominant personality of that damned soul reaper. Cocking a curious eyebrow but not stopping or slowing his pace, "What's he saying?" he asked in a husky voice.
"He's yellin' at me…says I'm moanin' like a whore…wants me to knock it off…" he managed.
"You are," Ulquiorra informed. "But don't stop," he growled.
Their strange pillow talk caused a moan from Grimmjaw and their attention was turned on him. Suddenly, he grew self-conscious but since they weren't stopping, he saw no reason to.
The hollow turned to see Grimmjaw sweating and watching them trough jealous, half-lidded eyes while his hand worked frantically in his pants and his breath came in gasps. The sight made his cock twitch and he could feel that it wasn't just him getting off to it, the teen trapped inside was also reacting to the sight. "Mmmm…that shut 'em up," the hollow giggled.
Ulquiorra leaned over Ichigo's body and whispered into his ear, "I love making him do that. He's great fun to watch."
"Does that mean I have to take care of myself then?" the hollow pouted.
"Don't you even think about it," Ulquiorra said as he took the only untouched erection in the room into his hand and gave it a squeeze.
The hollow gasped, "You might want to wait to do that…I'm so close already…I'd hate to," he had more but was cut off.
Ulquiorra continued to message as he spoke, "Don't worry about that…I've been told that problem has been fixed." Szayel had happened to mention that detail one afternoon a few weeks ago. At the time, Ulquiorra simply took it as a comment about his work, made in passing, or the eighth's way of rubbing his situation with Grimmjaw in his face. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he made a note to himself to thank the pink-haired espada and to ask just how involved he was in Grimmjaw's scheme. Judging by the boy's accessories, quite a lot.
That was all the hollow needed to hear. As soon as the words sunk in, which did take a moment, he let go of any self-control he managed to maintain and let himself succumb to the pleasure of what was being done to him. It made his toes curl and he began to claw at the bed sheets, twisting them in his fists. He quickly felt the effects of his reaction when Ulquiorra pulled back up and began to slam into him even harder. He was thrusting so hard that he felt himself sliding toward the edge of the bed, not that he could bring himself to care, that is…until his head fell off the edge and the sudden rush of blood to his brain caused him to see stars and lose himself in Ulquiorra's firm grip. The sensation was so intense that it left him mumbling and shaking afterward.
Grimmjaw, still on the floor nearby, was captivated by the scene and the strangled moan that the soul reaper-turned-hollow gave as he came was enough to create a sympathetic reaction within the sixth, who came with a grunt, soiling his pants.
The espada held the submissive body beneath him in place until he too came, hard inside the young soul reaper.
Once spent, Ulquiorra dropped the boy and slumped forward over his body. His breaths came in deep gasps as he watched and waited to see if the soul reaper's personality came back. When he finally lifted his head to slide a little further back onto the bed, the fourth saw the same gold on black eyes and partial bone mask.
"Szayel did a good job with these," he commented to Grimmjaw who was still sitting on the floor, also regaining his bearings. "Thank him for me when you give them back," he instructed as he moved to remove the collar.
"No need to be doin' that just yet," the hollow coaxed, leaning away from Ulquiorra's outstretched hand. "I still got some play left in me…"
Ulquiorra just laughed, "I don't doubt that. However, I am quite finished with you," he informed as he unhooked the thin gold ring from the young man's throat.
"Damn it! Oh, well…" No matter what the hollow said, he was spent, only bargaining for another round so that he could stay in control of Ichigo's body that much longer. But, when push came to shove, he easily relented and retreated to the darker places of the soul reaper's mind.
Ichigo, once in control of himself again, looked back and forth between the two espada, anger and shame poorly hidden on his features. He felt even more violated than last time. At least last time, with Grimmjaw, it had been some sort of accident that neither one of them could have helped. It had been Grimmjaw's moment of need and even though he was an enemy, if Ichigo was the only person who could help him, he would have. As he had time to reflect on the bizarre encounter, he realized that if they'd talked to him about it, he would have, with only minimal coaxing, willingly gone into that room with the sixth espada. This was different, much different.
"Grimmjaw…you had no right to do that!" the young man weakly accused.
The teal-haired man shrugged and stood, adjusting his uniform to best hide the all too obvious stain that was forming. "You're mine and I'll do with you as I please. You're just lucky I didn't do something like this sooner," he scoffed before turning to Ulquiorra. "I'm going to get changed. You have until I get back to get him cleaned up for Aizen."
"Take your time."
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