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Extra long bc it's been a month :^)
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Aizen was strange. This wasn't exactly news to me, but it was true.
We met every meal and afternoon. He never ate. I don't know if he even needed to eat because he didn't so much as look at his food while I cleaned my plate in minutes. I would lick the crumbs if I didn't care about my image around him. In the afternoons he would make me sit next to him or in his lap while he filled out paperwork, all of it in a foreign language. I had suspicions that this wasn't about Las Noches, but rather something larger and possibly more evil. Besides this, he was pretty predictable. He only called for me twice at random times, both in the dead of night.
I barely saw Grimmjow anymore, but because he was always gone I could sleep in peace. Between this and the regular meal intervals, I was rapidly gaining back the weight I didn't know I had lost while being here. I was a prisoner, but things could have been worse.
Grimmjow, on the other hand, was experiencing the opposite. When I did see him(which was rare), the bags beneath his eyes were etched deep into his skin and he had a general air of exhaustion.
Right now he was sprawled out on the bed, obviously tired but making the normally awkward position seem natural and languid. Feral, almost. I sat on the floor because he took up almost all of the space and also because he had a look in his eyes before he closed them that spoke of intense frustration.
"Stop staring at me. And don't tell me you weren't." He spoke quietly, like it took a significant amount of effort to piece together the two sentences. Leaning against the wall in front of the bed, I shrugged a little.
"Just wondering if you're a tired man or a corpse. Either way you smell and look horrible." He sighed, sounding like an old dog when it lays down to rest.
"Stop trying to be witty with me."
"Then stop being so cryptic. What are you doing that's taking all the life out of you?" He sighed again, longer this time. I didn't have trouble believing what the girl said in the tattoo parlor about Aizen and Grimmjow being close. They were practically the same person sometimes, and both were dramatic.
"Just know it's to get your dumb ass out of here." I rolled my eyes.
"Your dumb ass is what got me in here in the first place."
"You shouldn't have been messing around with people like us, especially at your age."
"Is there an acceptable age to get into illegal activity?" Grimmjow sat up at that and glared at me. I stiffened slightly-instinctively-and tried to remain at ease.
"I could kill you boy." He stood and he was still intimidating despite his drained appearance. He walked over to me and stood close enough for our chests to just touch. I had to look up to make eye contact with him.
"I could slit your throat and not even Aizen could save you." Grimmjow's hair had grown, I noticed. It wasn't much but it was long enough to rest on his shoulders and hang in front of his eyes. He smelled like smoke and very faintly of cologne.
"You wouldn't." My voice was quieter than I would have liked.
He leaned down and kissed me, gently biting my bottom lip so I couldn't immediately pull away. In all honesty, I probably wouldn't have anyways. It wasn't the worst kiss I had ever received(and it was probably the nicest kiss I had gotten from Grimmjow) so I waited a few more seconds before tilting my head back and breaking the kiss. I realized his hands had wrapped themselves around my waist and he was giving me a look that I knew way too well.
"Oh no," I said, looking to the sides of him for the better escape plan option.
"I, that didn't mean," He groaned and let his hands fall from my sides. I realized my heart was beating at a pace too rapid to be normal and I don't know if it was from the reminder of multiple situations in the past that had ended poorly and started around the same way or from the kiss.
"I want you. Believe me." Grimmjow sprawled out on the bed again and I was left pressed against the wall, not sure if I wanted to kiss him again or run.
"I'm just too damn tired to do something about it right now." The noise of a phone's ringtone filled the room and Grimmjow shifted onto his side, pulling a small flip phone out of his pocket. He checked a message and stood up again, cracking his neck.
"Don't you have somewhere to be? Somewhere as in with Aizen?" As if on cue, there was a soft knock at the door. It was the small blond man with violet eyes that escorted me to Aizen. He never spoke, but he never really needed to. It's not like I tried to make conversation either.
"I'll see you later."
I stared at his back as he left in the opposite direction.
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"You're quiet today." Aizen rarely spoke, and it surprised me enough to break my train of thought. I was sitting next to him but close enough for our sides to almost be touching. His free arm was wrapped loosely around my waist while the other scribbled something on a piece of paper.
"Well it's not like we ever talk."
He didn't answer and further proved the validity of my reply. I sighed and rested my elbows on the table. Sometimes I was here for hours watching him do this. I don't get why he wants me to be here for it but I'm not in the position to question anything. Aizen isn't one for small talk either.
The hem of my shirt lifted slightly as he snaked his hand beneath it, tucking his thumb into my pants and rubbing small circles on my skin. It used to faze me when he did this but it didn't now. He did shit like this a lot: touching me until I showed signs of discomfort and then pulling away, like he wanted to see me squirm. It wouldn't surprise me if that was exactly why he did it.
We sat like that for a few minutes and I watched him fill out what looked like an application for something. When Aizen reached the end of the page, he slid his whole hand into my pants to cup my hip and made eye contact with me when I looked up, startled. Like I said before, Aizen was predictable. He never did random shit like this.
"I suppose you've questioned why I made this deal with you at least once by now, Ichigo." When I faced him I realized he had trapped me in with his arm. All of him was too close for comfort and I couldn't pull away.
"I just thought you liked what I brought to the table." Even if he was getting way too intimate with me and his hand was almost all the way around my ass, I wouldn't back off from what was obviously a challenge. He smirked.
"It's that, yes. But," My breath got caught in my throat as Aizen lifted me up and laid me on the table, smoothly trapping me there before I could move away. I was sitting directly on his papers but I really doubt he cared. He seemed much more interested in sliding his hands into at least seven places where they should have never been. I would have screamed or something if I could have found my voice.
"You're also surprisingly attractive, especially when you're in pain."
I was about to punch Aizen in the throat when he moved off of me, allowing me to stand.
"Come with me. If you don't your friend with the red hair will pay first." I followed him, albeit reluctantly.
At the back of the massive room I always met Aizen in was a small door that led to a rather plain room with white walls and a blue carpet. A dresser stood across from the bed that dominated the room. He closed the door behind me and slid his arms around my waist, hooking his thumbs into my pants.
"Have sex with me."
"Hell no!" I pushed him off me and placed the bed between us as quickly as possible. He made no move to come after me and the smirk didn't even fall from his features(not that it ever did). Something was up.
"Touch me and I'll scream, I swear. I'll make you pay for it too."
"I don't think you have anyone to scream to but your threats are amusing. I'm not going to force you to do anything either."
Aizen sat down on the bed, resting his hands in his lap. I didn't move from where I was, watching him warily. When I realized what he meant I let out a small groan. The deal.
"Please." My voice was smaller than I wanted it to be. He didn't stop smirking.
"Don't make me do this. Anything but this."
"I'm not making you do anything, Ichigo. It's all your choice." I couldn't swallow the lump in my throat. The idea of being that intimate with Aizen willingly made me sick. I didn't have a choice with Grimmjow but I did here, as weak of a choice as it was.
And yet, despite every cell in my body begging me to run, I nodded.
"F-fine."
It didn't take Aizen more than five seconds to pin me against the wall and kiss me at a harsh downward angle, hands shoving my pants down so they could rove over my skin. Inside, I was screaming and resisting every urge to push him away while I clenched my fists and tentatively kissed him back. I felt everything I was wearing on my lower half fall in a heap around my ankles. When he pushed me down onto the bed and straddled me I began seriously panicking. The panic happened before he opened the bedside table and pulled out a few choice objects too(not that they really decreased my level of anxiety).
Said objects included a pair of handcuffs, a condom, lube, and a knife much larger than the last one I had seen him with.
Aizen must have caught my terrified gaze because he chuckled quietly, leaning down to kiss my neck and whisper into my ear.
"Hold your wrists together behind your back for me, will you?"
He got off me and I did what I was told. It made me want to puke from the wrongness of it, letting this man render me helpless while he possessed a rather large weapon. At the same time I would let Aizen gut me with said large weapon before other people were brought into this situation because of me. I struggled to not pull away as I felt the cold metal of the cuffs on my wrists, wincing as he tightened them just a fraction over the line of painful.
Obviously satisfied with his work, Aizen pushed me up against the wall behind the bed so I could sit up and face him. He got off the bed and undressed himself slowly. I don't know if I mentioned it before, but Aizen always wears a suit. Always. I bet he sleeps in one too, a pajama suit with his initials embroidered over the pocket. It really fit him honestly, no pun intended. He seemed like a professional man beneath the numerous layers of smugness.
Taking his time unbuttoning his shirt, I looked everywhere else in the room besides his chest. Shrugging off the shirt and sliding his belt from his pants, he clasped the end with the buckle in one hand and tugged on the leather with the other. I tried very hard not to think of all the things he could do with that belt and failed rather miserably.
Tugging down his pants and slipping everything off, including his shoes and socks, Aizen pulled me into his lap by my thighs and wrapped the belt around my back so I had to stay there. He puled me close enough for my head to rest on his shoulder.
"Do you want to tell me what that piece of work on your hip is," he whispered into my ear.
"Or should I just assume Grimmjow did it himself?"
Shit. Shit. S h i t.
"I, it's not," Aizen pulled my head back by my hair and slapped me three times; hard and one after the other. My face stung more from the shame than the slaps.
"Do you think this is a game Kurosaki? That you can bounce Grimmjow and I between you and choose whichever one offers the better deal?" He placed both hands at the junction of where my hip meets my thigh and scratched me, going all the way down my pale skin and stopping at the knee. I hissed at the pain and avoided looking at the red lines on my legs, gritting my teeth. Aizen pulled back and held my chin so I had to make eye contact with him. He was smirking but there was no mirth in his eyes.
"You're not as different from us that you would like to think, Ichigo."
I had fallen into a strange sort of comfort with Aizen over the course of our meetings and it was a fatal mistake on my part. It made me cooperate when he felt me up, when he kissed my neck. I didn't moan but it felt good in a disgusting sort of way. Underneath it all I was still seventeen and starving to be touched like the way Aizen was touching me.
He pushed me up against the wall again, legs splayed wide for him to move in between them. Kissing me fiercely, I felt him trail his non-lubed fingers up one thigh while the others probed at my entrance with not half the gentleness as the others. I groaned quietly when he pushed them into me, one after the other too quick for comfort. He was stroking me with his other hand but all of it was too rough. It hurt.
Either Aizen could tell he was hurting me or he was getting impatient because he grabbed my hip hard enough to leave bruises that formed right after he let go and jerked me down onto my back. I yelped and squirmed as his fingers shifted inside me. All of me was covered in a layer of sweat and the metal from the shackles was digging into my wrists and I couldn't get rid of the overwhelming sense of panic and dirtiness in my mind. It was worse than whatever I would call what Grimmjow and I did the first few nights I was here because I had agreed to it.
"You're gorgeous like this, you know. All tied up and nowhere to go." Aizen bit my ear, then my neck, and trailed small bites down my chest until he was kissing and sucking the skin between my hipbone and my groin. None of the bites hurt and I wish they had so I could have enjoyed them less.
I got my wish around ten seconds after I thought this when Aizen pulled his fingers out of me and lubed up his condom wrapped cock, which was at least as large as Grimmjow's and definitely too big to fit comfortably inside me. He pulled me back up into his lap and was an inch from pounding into me when I let out a noise that sounded like a whine and a yell of the word "wait". It was evident that he wasn't pleased to stop but he did so anyways, his left hand immediately flicking to the knife and pressing the blade against the small of my back.
"I," Unwarranted tears filled my eyes. Aizen brought the knife around to my chest and made three small but deep cuts over my left hipbone. He then maneuvered me over his dick and thrusted up sharply, burying himself in me in a few quick thrusts. Any noise I would have made to indicate the discomfort I was in was cut off by him biting the tender skin beneath my adam's apple. Hard.
"Shut up." He started a rapid but not painful rhythm, enough to either make me want to stop or go even further to make this pleasurable. It was being teased in the worst way possible. I bit my lip to avoid making any noises that would betray how I felt, not that it mattered. The intense hard on I had right now said more than enough.
"Do you really think you can tell me what to do?" I swear that man had known where my prostate was all along because he shifted me on his dick and rubbed against the spot so hard I came a little and gasped.
"All this resisting Grimmjow because you didn't want to be a whore and yet here we are."
That statement hurt me bad, badly enough to counter the intense pleasure Aizen was causing to bounce around in my pelvic area. He was right. I was a whore. I felt him grab my dick and stroke and despite his grip still being too tight I moaned. I thrust up into it. I panted into his shoulder and cried out when I came.
"Are you going to fuck Grimmjow now too? I'd bet you would do it because you like it, not because you want something from him as well."
All of it felt good, too. It felt terribly good. I was unspeakably dirty.
Aizen groaned and his grip on me went slack, so I assumed he came.
"Get the fuck out of here, whore." It was the most uneloquent thing I had ever heard Aizen say. I had no qualms with following this order and left as soon as I got both legs into my pants.
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Grimmjow was in the room again when I opened the door, sitting up in the bed and typing something out on his phone. I had spent around an hour and a half in the shower before coming here trying to scrub Aizen's hands off of me. It wasn't effective and resulted in reddened skin and a stomach tight from shame. Aizen was still all over me and it felt horrible. He looked up at me and raised his eyebrows.
"Where have you been?" I sat down on the bed and bit my lip, staring hard at the wall. I couldn't take this.
Moving onto Grimmjow to straddle him, I kissed him as hard as I could while grinding on his hips.
"Fuck me."
He wasted no time grabbing me and kissing me back, shifting his hips up to meet mine. The man was already hard but I couldn't say anything because so was I. He pushed me onto my back and bit my ear, moaning as I palmed him through his pants and flat out whined. I would do anything to get Aizen off of me at this moment, as ridiculous as that sounds.
When I started pulling off his shirt however, Grimmjow sat up and grabbed my hands in his.
"What are you doing?" I tried to move closer to him but he had me pinned. Normally I would have fought him more but in this state I couldn't do much besides lay there and pant. Grimmjow looked at me for a few more seconds and narrowed his eyes.
"What did he do."
I turned my head and said nothing. Grimmjow twisted his features into a snarl and pushed me into the bed.
"I'm asking you nicely Kurosaki. What. Did. He. Do?"
"What do you think he did?" I said quietly, my voice strained. Grimmjow took a sharp intake of breath and let me go.
"I will kill him." I grabbed his arm before he could stand.
"Wait! It wasn't like, rape or anything." He stopped moving and looked at me with a cold glare.
"Then what was it?"
"It was part of the deal we made. I," I swallowed hard.
"I let him." Grimmjow groaned.
"You don't "let" Aizen do anything. He gets whatever he wants." He stood and cracked his knuckles.
"You're an idiot Kurosaki, you know that? I can't believe I'm doing this for you."
"Still don't know what you're doing." Grimmjow was quiet.
"It's nothing." He looked at me and I couldn't read his gaze at all.
"Why would you worry about me anyways? Are we friends now or something?" He was right. I don't know why I was worrying about Grimmjow but I was and it was strange.
"Mutual enemy I guess?"
"Something like that." Grimmjow laid back in the bed. I sat at the edge of it.
"I," I swallowed past the lump in my throat.
"You don't have any reason to help me but you are. Thank you for that." At this he groaned and covered his face with his hand.
"Don't say that. In fact don't bring this up again." I looked down at my hands. I don't know what Grimmjow wanted at this point or what his motives were. I just didn't know what to make of him at all. Whatever it was I was too tired at the moment to give it more thought.
I fell asleep fast, no longer caring about sleeping in the same bed as this strange man.
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"This wasn't part of what you said, you bastard." Grimmjow spoke in an angry whisper.
"Does this mean you're backing out?" Aizen was smooth but that wasn't surprising. I tried to hold my breath as I pressed my ear against the door. I had followed Grimmjow to this room, curiosity proving to be stronger than the exhaustion I was feeling at the moment.
"I know you're just fucking with the kid." I laid with my stomach on the ground and peered into the room, the door just barely open. From there I saw Grimmjow pointing his finger at Aizen and snarling. What were they talking about?
"Leave him out of this. If you want me then you can have me but he doesn't deserve it."
What?
Aizen reached up and grabbed Grimmjow's hair, tugging hard. He pulled the taller man down so he could whisper in his ear. Grimmjow gave no indication that he was in pain but his eyes were full of reserved anger and something I couldn't identify. He didn't fight back and I don't know why he didn't because I'm positive he would have plowed him into the wall in less than a second unless something was going on that I didn't know about.
"Prove it then."
He bit Grimmjow's ear and I felt a horrible sense of wrongness in my throat crawling to my stomach and spreading out through my whole body. I watched as he pushed him onto his back, onto a table. Grimmjow let him do what he wanted and when I heard the shuffling of clothes and the sick noise that a fist to a face makes I got up and walked away quickly, not knowing how to feel. I was going to get out of here but Grimmjow was going to end up dead or something close to it.
I didn't sleep when I crept back to the room. I didn't think I had the right.
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Tbh I've been throwing around the plot for this chapter and I'm unsatisfied with what came out. Tell me what you think in a review?