Tell me if you guys see any glaring errors because I just cranked this out in a couple hours.

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"You never talk anymore, Ichigo. Where's all that fire you had a few months ago?"

I barely registered what Aizen was saying. All of my concentration was going into staying conscious, every muscle in my body taut from stress and pain.

My left shoulder had been dislocated, and Aizen's knee on my chest pushed it down and further ripped apart the joint. It hurt to the point that I was positive there was a hole in my lip where I was biting down on it to keep from making noise.

I don't know how long we had been like this, with me cuffed to the bed and Aizen on top of me, but a blackness ate at the edges of my eyes and it was all I could do to not pass out. Fear forced me awake, ringing in my stomach and sending sparks through my cloudy head.

My hips stung, the ache feeling distant and muted. Aizen rubbed my cheek with his thumb, the skin feeling rough, calloused.

"Are you afraid of me?"

The nail of his thumb dug into my cheek, forcing me to look into his eyes. They were like they always were: brown with twin voids in the center. He opened his mouth to say something else, but his jaw unhinged and kept stretching the gaping hole wider and wider. I couldn't move, couldn't breathe.

Aizen swallowed me whole and I woke up with a scream in my throat.

"Fuck," I whispered.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, you're fine, shit…" I rubbed at my neck and sat up in bed, not really caring that I was covered in sweat and that my heartbeat matched the tempo of a racecar engine's pistons.

He was getting to me. I didn't want to admit it because I didn't want to believe it myself, but he was.

My hands wouldn't stop shaking, so I scratched at the soft skin on the undersides of my wrists to give them something to do. Grimmjow wasn't here(but then again, he usually wasn't anymore) so I didn't need to worry about being quiet as I tried to get my body to stop pumping adrenaline.

It had been months since the deal I made with Aizen. I didn't know how many, or even what day it was, but I know it has been a long time. The dreams had started more recently; dreams of Aizen hurting me, of Aizen killing me. One of them was of him killing Grimmjow. I didn't like to think about that one.

The door creaked and I looked at the widening space of yellow light to see a tall silhouette, one with wild hair and broad shoulders. Grimmjow.

"Why the hell are you awake?" His voice was rusty, quiet. I hadn't seen him in a month at least. For a second, I thought I was still dreaming.

"Had to piss." I lied.

He grunted and walked over to the bed, laying back and scratching his stomach. His hair spread out in an arc around him, like the aura angels radiate in old paintings. It reached past his shoulder blades now and he didn't seem to have any intention of cutting it. I doubt he had a say in the matter. Aizen loved pulling my hair, so I could only imagine how he felt about Grimmjow's.

"You're gonna get out of here soon. A couple days or so and you should be free."

What?

I stared at him, my eyes wide with disbelief. The idea of escaping at this point had become merely and idea to me. I had been more focused on living day to day than wasting energy on something like blind hope.

"You're shitting me."

Grimmjow glanced at me out of the corner of his eye and looked away just as quickly.

"You act like you think I've been doing nothing for the past three months. Don't you trust my word?"

After a short pause, he said, "Don't answer that."

I laughed, too shocked to give an appropriate reaction to the news. I still couldn't believe it. The idea of not having to wake up and brace myself for the pain that would come in the following day was so foreign, so unbelievable. I could kiss Grimmjow, I was so elated.

"Could you? Could you really?"

Shit. Had I said that part aloud?

I looked over at him, swallowing a massive lump in my throat. Grimmjow was attractive, especially with his long hair. It gave him a more graceful, lithe, almost feminine appearance.

"Yes, actually."

He tilted his head back to expose his neck and a few hickeys that were almost faded-Aizen's work, most likely- and parted his soft pink lips just enough to let out a tiny exhale.

I crawled over to him, on top of him. He was warm and I could feel the rumbles of his stomach and the rise and fall of his chest beneath my thighs. AIzen preferred me in a loose outfit of sweats, and they were thin enough for me to feel every curve and swell of muscle beneath me.

Grimmjow looked up at me, hardened blue eyes and strong, sure facial features. I leaned down and kissed him slowly, parting my lips so he could take control and our teeth could click together. I felt his left hand on my back, rubbing it gently while the other slid its way up my thigh and stopping at the junction of my thigh and my hip.

It was a sin really, how good it felt to kiss this man when I know he had done so many wrongs. When I knew the wrongs he had done to me. I wanted him, and not in the hungry, touchy way that Aizen overwhelmed me with. I wanted someone to touch me without the intent of inflicting pain, and Grimmjow was giving me all of that and more.

He groaned when I bit his lip and pushed my hips against his, pushing his right hand beneath my shirt and letting his fingers trail over my skin. The man was already rock hard-but then again, I couldn't say that I wasn't at least somewhat aroused as well.

Yet, when I broke the kiss to pull off my shirt, I felt his hands on my arms. He wasn't gripping hard, just holding me with just enough force to signal me to stop.

"I, don't you want this?" My voice felt small.

"You know of all people that I want you very badly, Kurosaki." I shivered a little when he said my name. I liked the way it rolled off his tongue.

"But if you don't intend on finishing the job, don't lead me on and keep me hanging or I can't guarantee that I'll be able to control myself."

I let my hands fall to my sides, moving to rest my head against my chest and positioning my ear so I could listen to his heartbeat. Grimmjow pushed his hands into my pants, rubbing my hips and paying special attention to the hip with the tattoo.

I asked myself a hundred times, a thousand times why Grimmjow had made me get that tattoo because all it had done so far was piss off Aizen. It was the only thing I had ever seen bother him, and oh God did he hate it. The whole area was a mass of ink and skin and thin white scars from Aizen from where he had cut over and through it. The six was barely legible at this point.

"I want you. I don't know why, but I do." I spoke quietly, not letting my voice travel farther than the space between my mouth and his ear.

"Will you make me feel good? Like that one time?"

Grimmjow slid his hands all the way into my pants to cup my ass and tilted his hips up to meet mine.

"Kurosaki, I'll make you feel great."

God, I was weak. I was so weak. I was starved for pleasure, pleasure I didn't need to scrap together from the few touches that Aizen granted me. I needed the conformation that sex could feel good, that I didn't need to feel scared and forced with hands roaming over all of my parts without my control.

I pushed Grimmjow's shirt up until he took his hands off me and finished the job, pulling off my shirt as well for good measure.

The door was still open, I realized, so I stood and closed it. What I didn't realize was that Grimmjow followed me, pressing his hips against my ass and grinding hard to trap me between him and the now-closed door.

I didn't like it. Being trapped. Grimmjow must have realized when I stopped responding to his touches and let me go. The light clicked on and I saw clearly for the first time the massive scar that covered his chest.

Honestly, I'm not sure how I missed it before. The swells of skin were darker than those around it, with fading lines emanating from the sides and a jagged tip that ended just beneath his collarbones. I ran my hand up the length of it, unable to help myself. Grimmjow rubbed my sides and kissed me again, letting his hands roam over my back.

We grinded against each other with no shame, the dim light accentuating the shadows beneath his eyes and in his collarbones. Grimmjow shivered every time I touched his scar and the line that followed the curve of his spine.

"Kurosaki," He moaned into my ear. I moaned something back that neither of us understood, not that it mattered.

I tugged Grimmjow to the bed and pushed him down onto it, straddling him once again and kissing at his jawbone and ear. He hissed and arched his whole body, moving with great speed to flip us over so I was the one on the bottom.

"Do you want this, Ichigo?" He murmured into my ear before biting down. I whined and clawed at his back, trying to get him to touch me more.

The shuffling of clothes reached my ear before I felt my own pants being tugged down and a hand going right into the area that needed attention the most. I almost screamed from the pleasure it sparked in my groin, pressing my hips up so he would touch my dick harder.

"I didn't hear your answer."

The devilish man pulled his mouth away from my ear and pressed his lips to the very tip of my dick, where everything was sensitive and the inside of his mouth was like heaven. I saw him smirk as I fisted my hands in his hair and tried to get him to take in more of me, an action he happily complied to.

"S-shit, yes! Yes! Just don't stop, please!"

"Well, if you say so," Grimmjow mumbled, the words humming through me and sending me straight to the edge and almost over it. All it would have taken was half a second more and I would have exploded. Grimmjow must have realized that, because he took his mouth off me and replaced it with his hand instead, squeezing tightly enough for me to be unable to cum.

"God, please," I groaned, twisting around and grabbing at the sheets. He smirked and moved so he was straddling my thighs, our dicks just barely brushing each other. Each touch sent chills of pleasure through me that were so intense that my whole body jerked with each one.

What sent me off the edge screaming was when he grabbed both of our dicks in his big warm hand and stroked them at the same time. It wasn't like anything I had felt before, being so much better than whatever I had done to myself to get off and everything that Aizen had done to me combined.

I lay back on the bed, pulling my legs out from under him and wrapping them loosely around his waist. Grimmjow put a hand beneath my neck and lifted me up to place his lips carefully on mine, like he was afraid he would crush me if he pressed too hard. I didn't understand how a man could treat me in two drastically different ways when dealing with the same matter. I was caught between wanting more of him and wondering if I should be afraid.

"Am I really getting out of here?" I whispered.

Grimmjow sprawled out on the bed next to me, not bothering to put on clothes.

"I told you I am a man of my word."

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Aizen was sitting on the neatly made bed that I had grown to hate with a burning passion, hands folded and eyes boring into my chest.

"Well? Are you going to keep me waiting all night?"

My fingers played with the hem of my shirt. He had told me to undress for him, and not to take my time while I was at it. I never liked listening to what he said.

He stood after a few more seconds of tense silence, moving in to push me back so my head knocked against the wardrobe behind me.

"I do not have the patience for you right now, Kurosaki. Either you undress or I hurt you. Badly."

I shook my head and tried not to break eye contact. I had never seen him this bothered by my misbehavior. The only thing I could think of was that something Grimmjow did had pissed him off. I would rather Aizen took it out on me instead of him.

The soft flick of his knife coming out of its sheath made me look away from his eyes and stare at the blade in his hand. My skin and that blade were well acquainted, but I still cringed at the sight of it.

Aizen brought the knife up to my face and rested the tip on the bagged skin beneath my left eye.

"What if I actually did some significant damage? Would that convince you to comply to me?"

The tip pressed in very gently as Aizen moved closer, pressing his whole body up against me. He bit the top of my ear, teeth digging into skin.

"What if I hurt Grimmjow as well?"

It took all of my self-control to not have a strong reaction to his words, to not beg him for mercy or punch him in the throat. Instead, I slid off my pants and slowly brought up the bottom of my shirt so he could see that I was listening to his orders.

Aizen smirked of course. He knew everything, especially how to get under one's skin. He watched me pull my shirt over my shoulders and took in the sight of me naked. I fought the urge to hide parts of me and turn my head. Just because Aizen had seen me like this many times before didn't mean it got easier.

"You know what? I've changed my mind." Aizen let the knife fall to the ground and he gripped my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes.

"I would rather not fuck a whore, especially one that still smells like sex"

I felt my face and neck heat with shame. Aizen didn't miss a thing, and he definitely didn't miss the fact that I had been all over Grimmjow not twelve hours ago.

"Get out of my sight."

He slapped my ass while I was stooping down to grab my shirt and I jumped, chills going down my legs. Aizen knew exactly how to hurt me, and he knew that saying that hurt worse than anything he could do with that knife and his imagination.

The click of the door signaled that I was now alone, and I sat back on the bed once I had my pants on.

I wanted to get out of here so badly. I just wanted whatever regular life I had before this. My memories of school and friends had grown faint since the sex with Aizen had started, which was around the same time that days began feeling like slots of a wheel and everything felt the same. The most vivid memory I had was of the red of Orihime's hair, and fireworks on New Year's when we all went out to make prayers. Everything else was blurry and murky and I wanted it back.

I couldn't take much more of this.

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Grimmjow woke me up by shaking my shoulder.

"Hey, hurry up. Grab anything you want. You have five minutes."

"What? What's going on?" My throat was clogged with sleep and the words came out slurred.

"I told you I was getting you out, right?"

That woke me up.

I stood and stretched, staring at Grimmjow's back with very little shame. He was wearing a black tank top, one that accentuated his muscles and surprisingly slim form. His hair was groomed and laid flat against his shoulders.

I walked over behind him and ran my hand up his spine. He turned sharply, grabbing my wrist and glaring at me.

"Not now."

I raised my eyebrows and put my hands up in a sign of mock surrender. Grimmjow was tense, very tense. The last time I had seen him this stressed was when I told him about the deal I had made with Aizen. Then, as he tugged me by my wrist out the door, I noticed the thin black collar that was fastened tightly around his neck.

Aizen.

We walked quietly towards the meeting room, his hand on my wrist and me trying to get him to look at me. After a few moments, he slipped his hand down to hold mine, our fingers laced.

"What's going to happen to you?"

"Doesn't matter." Grimmjow's voice sounded rougher than usual.

"If I'm asking, it means that I care dumbass." I stopped in my tracks and tugged at his arm. This time, he looked at me. His eyes were thunderstorms, not really angry at anything in particular, but still raging full throttle.

"I know that Aizen is fucking you." The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them and I clapped a hand over my lips as soon as they left my tongue. Grimmjow had a better reaction than I thought he would, to give him credit. He groaned and let go of my hand, turning his head away from me and covering his eyes.

"Of course you do. My fault for thinking you were in any way stupid or unobservant." I thought it would be bad to mention that I had seen Aizen fucking him, so I stayed quiet. I doubt he wanted to talk about it.

"What's happening now," he starts.

"Is that I'm taking your place. I take all the heat or Aizen comes and finds you."

"No." I shook my head.

"Absolutely not. I won't agree to this."

Grimmjow snarled.

"I told you I didn't care whether you wanted something or not, didn't I? Now get into that room or I'll drag you by your hair like the last time."

We fought for all of forty seconds, ending with bloody lips and Grimmjow's knuckles swollen from giving me a nice bruise on my cheekbone. He pulled me forward by the front of my shirt and he really must have been holding back before when he would throw me around because I couldn't even slow his pace with my resisting.

"Let go of me! I won't let you do this!"

We reached the doors of the meeting room and Grimmjow pulled something out of his pocket. It was a white rag, folded twice over.

"I can drug you for this next part and I will if you don't stop moving around."

With great reluctance, I stood still and Grimmjow wrapped the hand that wasn't fisted in my shirt around my waist to pull me in for a kiss. It was just as good as all the other ones he had given me(post Aizen deal, of course) and I leaned into it, trying not to let him break it. But good things have to end sometime, and I almost groaned at the loss of contact with his skin.

We went into the meeting room together, his hand still around my waist. Aizen sat at the end of a long table in a black suit with a dark blue tie. Next to him stood the Gin, the man who had carried me out of there once when I had been stabbed, and a man with long blonde hair and dark brown eyes. His facial features were similar to that of Szayel. I assumed they were cousins, or something. Maybe brothers, but that was a stretch.

"It's so nice to see you both." Aizen opened his hands in greeting and gestured for Grimmjow to come over to him, which he did.

I watched Aizen tug on the collar around Grimmjow's neck, forcing his head down so he could bite at his neck. Grimmjow gritted his teeth and stared hard at the wall in front of him.

"Ichigo, you are free to go. These fine gentlemen will guide you home. Stay out of our area and you will not have to deal with us again. Your friends, however,"

Aizen's smirk turned into a leer.

"They stay with me."

I wanted to cut the smirk off his face. Gin moved towards me and grabbed my elbow. I pulled myself out of his grip and ran at Aizen, almost within range to give him a good punch to the eye when the yellow haired man tackled me and tugged a blindfold over my eyes.

"Still a fighter! Look at that spunk!" I heard Gin crow, gasping as a foot connected with my ribs.

"Are ya sure ya want ta let him leave like this, Sir?"

I heard shuffling noises, and Grimmjow groaned quietly.

"Blue has always been my favorite color, Gin."

I screamed as hands pulled me to my feet and pulled me away from the sound of Aizen's voice.

"Wait! Not like this! I'll give you anything!"

My head hit the soft cushioning of the inside of a car and I felt a rush of vertigo as the wheels roared to life, Gin's chortling rising up over the screech of rubber on asphalt.

"Like you have something to offer, boy. Don't kid yourself like this."

I gave up on trying to sit up and tried to get my breath back, my head spinning. I felt sick. I had left a respectable man to die.

The car screeched to a halt and I heard the car door open before I was dragged out of it by my legs.

It was raining, and the water soaked my shirt and pants when my knees connected with the ground. The car door slammed again, and I got the blindfold off just in time to see red headlights making a line in the darkness.

The glass doors of my family's clinic showed that the lights were off. I didn't know what time it was, but everyone was probably asleep.

I couldn't bring myself to grab the key that I knew was beneath the top right corner of the welcome mat and instead sat with my back to the doors, letting the rain soak into my bones as I reviewed the situation.

Grimmjow was dead. Or dying. Both, probably.

I was free and it was all thanks to Grimmjow. I had been nothing to Aizen. If anything, I was Grimmjow's downfall.

He had saved me and I had doomed him.

I closed my eyes and let the rain slide over the lids.

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EDIT: 2 people so far have thought this was the end of the story lmao kids we're just getting started prepare yrselves