Ulquiorra handed Grimmjaw the collar before turning back to Ichigo, who was bruised, bleeding, and covered in cum beneath him. After a brief taste of the fluids that were quickly congealing on the young man's skin, he pulled him to his feet and led him to the adjoining washroom. Neither one said a word until they were in the shower and Ulquiorra attempted to start washing Ichigo.
The young man jerked away, "Thanks, but I can do that myself." His tone was unusually scathing. Ulquiorra gave him an impudent glare before pushing him against the shower wall with a hard thump. Ichigo felt his forehead smack against the tile and he briefly saw stars. He was out of it long enough for the espada to start washing him.
He started with the soul reaper's back and the scar that Grimmjaw had given him. "You know, you don't really belong to Grimmjaw," he began. "At least, not in any way that you should be expected to recognize."
Ichigo spat back, "I'm not retarded."
"And he knows that but there is a part of him that really believes that you do. He's too attached to the old ways. If you hadn't let him give you this," he ran his nails over the marred flesh, "he could make no such claim."
"Tch, in case you forgot, I really didn't have much choice in the matter…not that my hollow could've stopped him even if he wanted to."
"Would you like a choice now?" Ulquiorra asked genuinely. If that was all the young man wanted, it was the least he could do…especially since he wasn't going to relent until he got what he wanted anyway.
"It's a little late for that, don't you think? I mean, you already fucked me, what choice is there left for me to make?"
"You could choose not to be Grimmjaw's anymore," Ulquiorra offered offhandedly.
"You already said that 'his claim' doesn't really apply to me so what difference would it make?"
"And see how much good it did you? I'm offering you a way out." There were a couple of reasons for Ulquiorra's seemingly compassionate offer, the least of which was compassion.
"How?" Ichigo suddenly started to take him seriously.
"Allow me to mark you," he replied simply.
Ichigo blinked in disbelief. "What? Are you crazy? That's not any better!"
"Of course it is. Regardless of what Ichimaru says, I am sure Aizen-sama is not pleased that Grimmjaw brought you here. He didn't want you to be bothered with such things ever again. Grimmjaw does whatever he wants but I obey our master's wishes. Let me claim your body and he won't touch you again unless it is in battle…at least not intentionally," the espada bargained with the most tactical reason he'd given himself for wanting to do this. The other two reasons were purely emotional on his part and though he was thoroughly disgusted with himself for them, he was still in the mood to indulge. The primary reason was simply because he wanted to and the other, to infuriate Grimmjaw.
"The first time wasn't intentional but it still happened," Ichigo replied through gritted teeth.
"What did you say?" Ulquiorra suddenly turned him around to look him in the eyes.
"I said that the first time wasn't intentional. That stupid helmet interfere with your hearing or something?"
"It was an accident?"
Ichigo cocked an eyebrow. "Yeah. He was spacing out and I snuck up on him. As soon as he turned and looked at me, I knew something was wrong…but I had no idea what and it was already too late."
Ulquiorra laughed a little. All this time, he'd been giving Grimmjaw credit for finding someone outside of their hierarchy to mess around with only to find out that it happened because Grimmjaw was distracted by his own condition. And, as much as that last fact irritated him, it put him at ease to know that Grimmjaw had not ditched him on purpose. Not that it changed anything.
Even with Ichigo's limited experience with Ulquiorra, he could tell that laughter of any sort coming from this being was practically unheard of and usually a cause for concern. The sound made his heart jump up into his throat. "What?" he asked with distain.
"Oh, nothing. So…" he closed the gap between their bodies, vaguely pretending to still care about washing the young man, running his soapy hands around his shoulders and down his arms, and licked a few water droplets off the side of his face, "are you going to let me?"
"Look, I really don't need another reason for people to ask me weird questions when I go swimming so…no, I'd really rather not," Ichigo sarcastically spat though, because of the proximity of the other man and the intimacy of his touches, he could feel his body beginning to stir again, damn teenage hormones. The espada's tongue on his skin was having a particularly dangerous effect on him.
Ulquiorra could feel the boy starting to react to him again. The hollow in him was right, this boy's body was very sensitive. It made the espada want to toy with him even more, especially now that he had some of his sense back. "That's really too bad," he planted soft, sensual kisses along the soul reaper's jaw and down the side of his throat. "I know the perfect spot too."
Ichigo couldn't help asking, "Where?" with a notable level of genuine curiosity in his tone.
"I'm glad you asked," the espada pulled back to watch the orange-haired teen's expression as his hand traveled down from the shoulder it had been resting on, over his tan chest and stomach, and past his semi-erect length. It ended up between Ichigo's legs, a couple centimeters from his balls, resting there for a moment before pinching the boy on the inner thigh.
Ichigo yelped at the sudden pain and then again when he felt his knees buckle because of the sensation. He blushed at the intensity of his own reaction. Sure, his hollow seemed to know what he was doing when it came to things like this but Ichigo was inexperienced and it was starting to show. He was unaccustomed to and could barely handle pleasure of this kind in and of itself with any level of composure so, the exquisite combination of pleasure and pain that Ulquiorra provided him was nearly mind blowing for the young man.
All this didn't mean that, even though his body was betraying him, when Ulquiorra caught him he wouldn't push away. In fact, he pushed the arancar away with all the strength he could manage. No matter how good it felt, he knew this was so wrong that he couldn't even fathom how one of his friends or loved ones would react if they ever found out.
"What? You were worried about other people seeing it…or do you make a habit of showing off that part of your leg?" Ulquiorra teased as he resumed his task of making the young man as presentable as possible for their master. That meant cleaning out the large scratch marks on his torso. Seeing that it was going to take more than a good rinse to do the job, he knelt down to take a closer look as he gently rubbed soap into the wounds.
Ichigo winced. The scratches were still painfully fresh and the soap stung his torn flesh.
At that reaction, Ulquiorra gave him an expecting look but when there was no reply, he prompted, "What's the matter?"
"That shit stings! Just rinse 'em out…I'll take care of it later," Ichigo offered.
Ulquiorra appeared thoughtful. "Perhaps you prefer the same method as Grimmjaw," he barely said as he washed away the soap so that he could continue using his mouth.
Ichigo flinched, that damn tongue again. It took all of his self control not to push the espada's head a little lower so that he was licking an equally sensitive, but much more pleasurable, area. This did not go unnoticed. Well, it was difficult for Ulquiorra to ignore the teen's member as it hardened before him. When he began to whimper, the espada couldn't help reaching a hand up to start stroking him.
The soul reaper gasped, "No, please, don't."
"I'm sorry but I'm not going to send you to our master like this. He would think I neglected you and that would be most unfortunate for me."
Ichigo wined but that was all the protest he could manage before Ulquiorra moved and started teasing the head with his soft, parted lips, his breath tickling the flesh and causing it to engorge further in his grasp. "Damnit," he hissed to keep from moaning.
Ulquiorra barely held back a chuckle, knowing that might put the soul reaper on the defensive again. Instead, he pulled the head into his mouth and gently suckled it. That got him the moan he wanted. He much preferred the sounds he was making now, rather than the twisted version of the young man's voice that distinguished the control of his hollow personality, as it reminded him of the timber of the voices of lower hollows. That was saying quite a bit since he had greatly enjoyed the strange sounds the hollow would make. When Ichigo finally failed to stop his hips from jerking, he pulled away.
Ichigo made a not-so-small sound of frustration. The teasing was almost too much for him. His head was already spinning and the arancar had hardly done anything to him. Luckily, his hollow was already sated so he kept his mocking to a lazy minimum. He was pulled out of his daze when Ulquiorra spoke to him again.
"Grimmjaw will be back any minute now," he commented, his hand still working the young man's shaft.
Ichigo just nodded, unable to form a real reply or even bring himself to care.
"I don't think you understand what that means. He'll be furious if he finds us like this," he grinned for just a fraction of a second before tonguing the slit.
The next words out of Ichigo's mouth took them both aback for a moment, "Then you'd better quit teasin' me and finish me off."
Ulquiorra smirked. "I don't think there's time for that. He's about to enter my chamber. It will only be a matter of seconds before he finds us," he exaggerated. In actuality, he didn't really care if the sixth watched them again and the idea that he would indeed be at least peeved made him enjoy the moment even more. However, it made the situation less than ideal for the orange-haired boy in his grasp. "He can't do anything to me," he nearly bragged, "but, in his anger, he may forget about your weakened state and accidentally kill you."
Ichigo shot a concerned look down at the espada still licking his cock between sentences. "What are you saying?"
Ulquiorra lifted the soul reaper's leg and began to nibble on his inner thigh. "Give me a reason to give a shit whether or not he kills you."
The fourth barely finished that thought when, as predicted, Grimmjaw entered the foggy washroom. At first, he only saw the two figures but as he drew closer, recognition began to appear on his features. A snarl formed on his lips and he growled at the sight. Ichigo could feel the teal-haired espada's raietsu flaring madly and in that instant, he believed that Ulquiorra was right. When they made eye contact, it looked like Grimmjaw really wanted to kill him. For a brief second, in his shock, Ichigo thought how much of a relief it was to see the murderous look in the sixth espada's eyes. At the very least, it was more familiar than the other looks he' been receiving and therefore more comforting. However, he was quickly reminded of his situation. He didn't stand a chance in his current state and the angry arancar was drawing ever closer.
Out of panic and desperation, Ichigo finally caved. "Do it," he told Ulquiorra through gritted teeth.
"Hm?" he pretended not to hear or to realized the presence of the other espada.
"He's here! If you're gunna bite me, here's your chance."
"As you wish."
He felt the searing pain of Ulquiorra's sharp teeth tearing at the thick muscle of his inner thigh and cried out not only at the sudden pain but because it had caused him to come, once again, in the fourth espada's firm grip.
Ichigo's outburst was enough to make Grimmjaw move even quicker as he approached the shower and threw open the door. He blinked in disbelief at what he saw. The soul reaper's cum was quickly washing down the drain as Ulquiorra released his grasp on him and withdrew. As he did, he turned to Grimmjaw with a bloody smirk and licked his lips.
Unnerved by the look of triumph that Ulquiorra was sporting, Grimmjaw tore his gaze away and toward the soul reaper as he slowly slid down the shower wall gasping for breath, eyes glazed and a thick stream of blood running down the inside of his leg. He twitched a little occasionally as he tried to gather his bearings and was obviously having a very difficult time.
"Ya sure did a bang up job of getting' 'em cleaned up," Grimmjaw told Ulquiorra as he reached into the shower and grabbed Ichigo by the wrist. He used this grip to withdraw the dazed young man.
Ulquiorra didn't complain. He simply stood and started to rinse himself off. He knew that Grimmjaw was angry but at the same time, he also knew that if he valued his rank, he would not cause any further harm to the boy. Though, the look that Ichigo gave him as Grimmjaw dragged him away could only be described as priceless. He could see the words, "What are you doing? You're supposed to save me from this maniac!" form on the teen's lips but he had too much pride to actually say them. Actually, he didn't say anything until they were at the door, "Don't forget his clothes," he reminded.
Grimmjaw grumbled but gathered them in a bundle and tried to lead Ichigo out of the fourth's chamber. When he looked back to see why the soul reaper wasn't following him, he received a look of shame and incredulity. "The quicker you leave here, the quicker I can take you back."
"At least let me get dressed first," Ichigo shot back, attempting to grab his clothes.
Grimmjaw pulled them out of his reach. "Why? Aizen has to examine you for damage. Do you want to get dressed here just to get undressed again in a few minutes?"
"I don't want to walk around this freaky place naked!" Ichigo stated.
Grimmjaw rolled his eyes, "No one's gunna bother you."
Ichigo stood firm.
"Fine," Grimmjaw grumbled, "here," he grabbed one of the fourth's towels and threw it at Ichigo.
Realizing that it was probably all he was going to get and that it was better than nothing, the orange-haired teen wrapped the towel around his waist and unwillingly followed.
Before Ichigo had time to think, he was standing at the foot of Aizen's stupidly-huge throne in nothing but a towel. He wasn't sure what was more humiliating, what was happening now or everything that happened before now. Luckily for Ichigo, the only other present was Ichimaru who stood at Aizen's side with his usual sly grin. Grimmjaw was also glad that the hall normally filled with arancar was practically empty.
The young soul reaper was blushing deeply but that didn't inhibit the intensity of his upward glare when he barely heard Aizen tell Ichimaru that he preferred him unconscious. Ichimaru offered to have him knocked out but Aizen insisted that was unnecessary before nodding for him to proceed.
Suddenly, Ichigo felt the presence of the silver-haired man behind him. He silently cursed himself for flinching. Seeing no new wounds on the boy's back, he slowly, methodically made his way around to face him. He appeared slightly impressed when he took in the scratches on his tan torso. Ichigo could swear that Ichimaru was going to reach out and touch them but he held himself back. Then, he raised his gaze to the young man's face. His smirk grew for a moment when he saw that his lips were quite bruised.
"You seem to be reasonably undamaged…" Ichimaru noted.
"Keh, whatever," Ichigo looked away. He could feel the former captain's eyes rake back down his body. He tried not to fidget and was reasonably successful. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Grimmjaw standing a few feet away. The sixth espada was pretending not pay attention to what was happening.
He wasn't going to say anything to the soul reaper about the towel until he saw the thin trails of blood running down the inside of his leg. "What's this?" he tried to pull the towel away.
That's when Ichigo flinched, gripping harder onto his thin covering. "Back off!" he nearly growled.
"I'm sorry," he wasn't really sorry, but it was fun to say, "but I must assess your damages."
"I'm fine."
"You're bleeding."
"It's nothing."
"Nothing?"
Aizen thought about saying something but he was too intrigued by their exchange.
Grimmjaw also remained silent but only because he really didn't have anything to say.
"It's nothing," Ichigo repeated after a moment of awkward silence.
"I'm afraid I don't believe you," he told the young man in an even tone as he forcefully moved the towel to get a better look. He was more than amused by what he saw. "Not that I have any direct experience with this…but I'd say someone would be slightly offended by you saying that is nothing," he chuckled.
Ichigo turned even redder and tuned away. Then, he remembered something that Ulquiorra said and replied. "It is nothing to me."
"I see. Well, if it's nothing…then I won't worry about it." He licked his lips regretfully and relented. Turning back to the brunette seated at the throne. "He's okay…nothing too permanent."
Aizen nodded in recognition but took a moment of silence to take in the young man and his escort. "Grimmjaw," he turned to his espada, ignoring Ichigo, "After your return, do not trouble yourself with coming back to see me. I have decided not to punish you, as you were acting with a surprisingly selfless purpose. However, if you do anything like this again without first requesting my permission, rest assured that your punishment will be severe."
Surprisingly, that was when Ichigo finally spoke up, "You've decided what? Are you kidding?"
"Excuse me?" he was intrigued, rather than irritated, by the sudden outburst.
"After what he did to me, you're not even gunna yell at 'em? What the fuck?" the teen demanded.
When Aizen only gave them dismissive motions, as he was unwilling to take the time needed to explain his decision to the boy, Grimmjaw grabbed Ichigo and pulled him out of the throne room. Ichimaru walked them to the door and quietly told Ichigo, "It is my understanding that Ulquiorra has exacted a most effective punishment already."
Ichigo gave him an awkward glance before being pulled out of the room. Once the large door was closed, Grimmjaw stopped and threw the soul reaper's clothes at him. After taking a quick moment to wipe away the blood the ran down his leg, he quickly dressed.
Neither the soul reaper nor the espada felt the need to speak until Ichigo saw that they were near the real world. "Don't take me back to my room."
"Where am I supposed to leave ya then?"
"Anywhere else is fine."
"Whatever." He, instead, left the soul reaper in front of his home. Once there, he removed the thin golden bracelets. He fully expected to be attacked the moment the teen's power returned. He was a little disappointed when that was not the case.
Ichigo just stood on the sidewalk staring up at his window. He was pulled out of his thoughts when Grimmjaw spoke.
"Kurosaki, why did you let him do that?" there was a notable tone of genuine curiosity in his words.
"What do you mean? I didn't do any of this. Everything that happened is your fault," the soul reaper replied, not bothering to disguise his bitterness.
Grimmjaw was obviously displeased by that answer. "I mean," he closed the gap between their bodies for the final tine that evening, "this," he roughly grabbed at the still-bleeding wound on the young man's thigh. "I heard you tell him to do it." There was an air of jealousy that he couldn't hide.
Ichigo gasped at the rough contact and shivered when he realized that Grimmjaw's touches were starting to feel disarmingly familiar. When he recovered, the look gave could only be described as suspicious. "What's it to you?"
"Call it curiosity…" he nearly purred. He was pleased that, if nothing else, he could still make such forward advances toward the soul reaper. Perhaps he'd forgotten that he wasn't wearing the bracelets anymore…no, he could feel the young man's energy fluctuating wildly, as it often did. Well, not that Ichigo was every really aware of his own raietsu unless someone else was pointing it out to him.
Ichigo thought for a moment before formulating his reply. There was no way he was going to tell the espada that he did it out of helpless desperation and because he feared for his life. "I don't like the idea that you think you own me." It was a true statement, just not the ultimate reason.
Grimmjaw sneered. "Well," he stepped away and reopened the tear in space, "I guess I can go back to trying to kill ya now…yer a lot better at fighting than ya are at fucking anyway." He waved as he stepped into the tear and watched it close.
While Ichigo couldn't help but be a little offended by that last remark, his hollow laughed. "You shouldn't take that personally," it began. When Ichigo paused for him, he continued. "He never got to fuck you," he informed pointedly. "And I made a point of not giving him too much 'cause he was so impatient."
"What are you talking about?" he mumbled to the voice in his head.
"He's just mad that we both gave Ulquiorra exactly what he wanted and he only got a good quick fuck outta me," the hollow informed in a bratty tone. "If I'd known that he'd be so good to us this time…I might have played with him a little more last time."
The very idea that that was the reason why Grimmjaw was so angry seemed absolutely absurd. Ichigo sighed, finally unable to maintain the barrier between himself and his emotions. It was a strange feeling that overwhelmed him. He was profoundly confused and felt incredibly used but, at the same time, there was something disturbingly flattering about being the object of desire and jealously for not one but two very attractive male arancar. Ichigo wanted to hit himself when he realized that one of his major hang-ups had been about it being gay sex. However, like most things of that nature, as much as it felt shameful and wrong, it felt equally fantastic and all too right. He shuddered again but before he could continue that line of thought, a familiar voice interrupted him.
"What the fuck are you doing?" It was Kon. He was leaning out of Ichigo's bedroom window and giving him a concerned look.
Ichigo mentally slapped himself before entering through the open window, rudely pushing Kon aside in the process.
"You should be nice to me when I'm in your body…at least not push me around. You could hurt yourself," he joked bitterly.
"Sorry," Ichigo quietly apologized. It felt good to be back in his room even though he knew all too well that he wasn't really any safer there than anywhere else.
Kon blinked in disbelief at how easily the soul reaper apologized. It worried him. "What happened?" he finally asked.
"Nothing," Ichigo denied.
Kon gave him a look of impatience. "Okay, now really. What happened? What the fuck was that all about?" he tried not to raise his voice.
"I told you. Nothing," he replied again in a schooled tone.
"Look, I did what you told me. I didn't see or talk to anybody. I didn't even leave your room. I was really worried about you. The least I deserve is an explanation." Kon locked eyes with Ichigo, pinning him where he stood.
"Thank you," Ichigo replied before retaking his body and instead of putting the soul candy back into the stuffed lion he simply set it on his desk and went to sleep.
Well, he more like passed out from physical and emotional exhaustion and it only lasted a couple hours. Once he was rested enough to function, he awoke with a start. His brain had been replaying his first 'encounter' with Grimmjaw. It'd done this a thousand times before. It was all going as it normally did but when he remembered the final detail, that of him trying to get answers out of the arancar only to be knocked unconscious. That memory by itself wasn't enough to startle the teen awake but it combined with what he'd done to Kon hours before was. He immediately got up and ran to the bathroom to vomit.
Okay...well, please let me know what you think.
Also, I've received suggestions to do either Hollow Ichigo or Szayel next...but I've no idea who they could be paired with (preferably not each other, at least not yet, as much as Szayel might enjoy that). Recommendations are very welcome.