Chapter Six
A/N Okay, so for those of you who weren't interested in reading the Shinji/Yumi/Ikkaku stuff, you got out voted. Sorry ;p There are two parts to that scene, both of which are surrounded by ampersands(&) Enjoy!
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Yumi watched the excited glance of the man on the ground below him and gave a half smile. He did so love this kind of thing even if it was slightly less than a beautiful way to do things. Shinji had grown on him in the small number of years they had worked at the club together. So much so that when he had drunkenly admitted the flame he held for his best friend that would never be reciprocated, he jumped at the opportunity to "help". Ikkaku, a surprisingly obedient lover, was quick to comply with whatever he wanted.
Yumi knelt down in from of Shinji and lifted his chin, looking down at the half hard member between his legs and smiling winningly before his pale violet eyes met his honey ones. Turning halfway to reach into the bag he pulled out a flexible leather cock ring and held it up to the blonde's face.
"Tell me how bad you want this." He said in a breathy voice.
Ikkaku, still crouched behind Shinji, grinned manically at Yumi's tone and half wished he was the one to receive his special brand of treatment that night. For such a slight man he was one of the most aggressively dominant males he knew. Sexually that is.
Yumi crooked a finger under Shinji's chin and repeated himself.
"Please. Just, do what you want."
Ikkaku shook his head at the request and hoped that Shinji knew what he was talking about. Yumi did tend to go a bit overboard when given so much leeway. With a smile Yumi slipped the cock ring on Shinji and dove back into the bag to retrieve the other half of this particular toy. Pulling out a long golden chain he chuckled when Shinji whined softly. As he attached one end of the chain to the leather, his fingers dipped to fondle his balls, tickling the soft skin and bringing his arousal to it's fullness. With a quick glance behind the blonde Ikkaku nodded and grabbed the back of Shinji's head, pulling and forcing the blonde to arch his back. Yumi smiled and ran his hand almost lovingly over the thin torso before him. He most often preferred muscled men but the thin blonde held more than a little appeal.
With Shinji in a prone position Yumi reached up and pinched one of his nipples between his fingers, rolling it to bring it to the pert state that was needed and grabbed the thin chain. The end of the chain split into two, each end sporting padded alligator nipple clamps. Attaching one end to the now stiff nipple Shinji bit his lip and closed his eyes as his other one was prepared for the same. As soon as they were in place Yumi dipped his head and caught a bit of the chain between his teeth, tugging and smiling at the strangled sound that escaped the thin blonde. Leaning back to admire his work Yumi spoke to Ikkaku.
"He did say I could do whatever, didn't he?" He questioned, knowing the answer already but wanting to play a bit at it. Ikkaku nodded his head. "Let him go for a bit and grab the upper arm restraints. Then fix him up with the spreader bar."
Ikkaku smirked and let Shinji go, digging in the bag and bringing out what looked like a strange small corset. Returning behind the smaller man he wrapped the leather around his upped arms and began to tie the two pieces together with a leather cord, forcing Shinji to stick out his chest. As soon as he had it as tight as he could without hurting him, Ikkaku grabbed the spreader bar and attached it to the ankle cuffs. Now completely unable to move Shinji looked up at Yumi and gulped at what he saw. He licked his lips and reached once more for the riding crop he had discarded earlier, letting it trail up Shinji's chest and over his sensitive nipples.
"Almost. Almost perfect, wouldn't you say, Ikkaku?"
"Almost." Ikkaku agreed with a nod of his head, never taking his eyes from his lover.
The next thing pulled from the bag made Shinji squirm. Yumi held it up to the light to examine it, smiling as he ran his long fingers over it.
"Hmm, what shall I do with this, I wonder?"
Glancing down at Shinji as he stood and walked around him playfully, he toyed with the object. After briefly staying out of Shinji's sight, watching him squirm in anticipation he decided not to keep him waiting for it much longer. Holding out his hand Ikkaku handed him a slim bottle of lube and he quickly spread it over the object before crouching down behind Shinji and placing one hand in the middle of his back, forcing him forward. Without warning he placed it at his entrance and pushed, the cone like shape making it easy to slip inside without too much force. Shinji's body stiffened slightly before he forced himself to relax, letting the plug slip all the way into place. With a dark chuckle Yumi turned a dial on the end of the plug and reveled when Shinji cried out softly, wiggling his ass a bit.
Walking back around to face him he smirked at what he saw. "And now the teasing can begin."
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As soon as he was sure the youth was asleep once more, Grimmjow made his way to his pseudo office on the other side of his living room and plopped in the chair. Things had gone well for him earlier, but a little side trip had forced his to neglect several of his so called normal duties. Unfortunately for him one of his duties in the organization was to keep the peace in his district. Yesterday someone had tried to infiltrate, selling drugs in an alley outside of his own territory. Swift word had trickled down to his ears and he personally went to fix this little problem. The offender, already found out and rudely being held by Grimmjow's men, was in a small room, roped down to a chair and gagged with a dirty cloth. When Grimmjow entered the room he couldn't help but smile, his former self would have loved to be the one to take this guy down, ruff him up a bit before slapping him in that chair, but he was still glad he got to be the one to do this part of things.
The man looked up at him when he came in the room, glaring indignantly and shouting around the gag. Grimmjow shook his head and pulled a supple leather glove from his coat pocket.
"I think it might be best if you just shut the fuck up, or I won't bother asking any questions and we'll just take this to the part where I hurcha."
Quieting down but still glaring, the man did his best to lean back into the chair, away from Grimmjow's approaching figure.
"Now if I take the gag out yer not gonna start yelling again are you?" Grimmjow asked even as his gloved fingers untied the knot at the back of the mans head.
As soon as the cloth fell the man spat at Grimmjow, missing his face by mere centimeters.
"Fuck you, you have no right…."
Not able to finish the sentence for the fist that was suddenly planted in his face he cried out and fell silent.
"I got no right, huh?" Grimmjow grabbed the front of the man shirt, slowly being covered in his own blood from his weeping nose, and jerked him forward. "Those are some pretty fuckin' gutsy words coming from someone who was clearly out of his own district." With one more punch to the man's gut Grimmjow straightened and resisted the urge to keep beating him. How dare he spit at him!
"Who's are you?" When the man didn't answer Grimmjow chuckled. "Okay then, maybe if we break a few things you'll be willing to talk, ne?"
"North district." The man muttered and Grimmjow raised his eyebrows.
"What the hell are you doing over here, besides trying to peddle yer drugs?
When the man again refused to say anything one of the men who had been holding him came up behind him and grabbed his hand, pulling one of his fingers back until it popped with a sickening crack. The man screamed and panted.
"Why are you here?"
"No reason, I was in the area and someone asked me if I had anything, that's all!" The man cried out.
"Hmm, why don't I believe you?" Grimmjow asked, a sadistic grin spreading across his features. Another finger broke, followed by another scream of pain.
"Please, I swear. That's all it was."
Grimmjow opened his mouth to say something when his phone rang and he cursed before pulling it out and stepping away from the others.
"Yes?" He asked in the most polite tone he could muster.
"Grimmjow, long time so speak. How the hell are ya?"
Grimmjow frowned at the voice and stepped out of the room. "What the hell do you want, Ichimaru?"
"Maa, so rude. Jus' thought I'd give ya a call since ya got one 'a ma men in yer clutches."
"You sent him out here then? Pretty brave considering the last threat Aizen gave ya."
"Nah, he was actin' on his own, I assure ya. I ain't got business in yer district, ya know tha'."
"Good, then you won't mind if I kill him then."
"So rash! Ya think yer boss would like that very much? I might be a bit upset if ya were ta kill off one 'a me guys. Might be forced ta say somethin' 'bout it."
"Fuck you, you really think Aizen would sit back and let this go?" He leaned up against the wall and crossed his free arm over his chest. "It's gonna cost ya to get this asshole back. Even more to keep my mouth shut about it."
There was a sigh on the other end of the line and the voice that spoke again was far less amused than it had been previously. "So how much ya wan'?"
As they worked out the negotiations Grimmjow stepped back inside the room.
"Pleasure doin' business with ya, Ichimaru. I'll be lookin' forward to our exchange."
"Ya drive a hard bargain ma friend. But I would 'spect no less from one 'a Aizen's men."
With that Grimmjow hung up and turned to the man in the chair, his grin menacing. "Looks like ya get ta go. Of course, whatever we had planned for ya won't be nearly as bad as what yer boss has in mind."
The man paled visibly and shook his head. "No, please. Just kill me. Please! Don't send me back!"
"Shaddup! Get him in the car, we gotta meet for the exchange."
The transfer had gone off without a hitch, exchanging a briefcase full of money for a half conscious man seemed a bit ludicrous to Grimmjow, but he knew that to stop any kind of all out turf war it needed to be done. As soon as they were gone he went back to the office and ordered his secretary to make a deposit in his off shore accounts.
Now, as he sat at his desk at home he scanned a list of financial reports he had neglected in favor of personally dealing with the other matter that day. It wouldn't do to slack in his day job for anything. Flicking on his desk lamp he set to wok.
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After near hours of delicious torture Shinji was about ready to burst. The vibrating plug in his ass alone would have been enough to get him off had it not been for the tight ring around his cock. Yumi and Ikkaku both had spent the rest of the time teasing every inch of exposed skin in any way they could possibly think of. Feather ticklers, the blindfold that had been put in place shortly after the teasing had begun, oils that made his skin over sensitized, and the tiny vibrator that had been affixed to the end of his cock; he wanted to cum so bad that it hurt. The most disconcerting part of it all was that he had slipped up as Yumi was nibbling seductively on his neck while pulling the thin gold chain and called out, "Ichi". Yumi had pulled back with a smile as if he had been expecting that long before and reached for the ball gag he had set to the side. Shinji had closed his mouth tight and shaken his head.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean…."
"It doesn't matter. You agreed to the terms. Do you want to stop now?"
Yumi continued to smile because he knew what Shinji's answer would be. No, of course he didn't want to stop. He wanted to get off. Behind him Ikkaku turned up the dial on the plug and Shinji gasped, giving Yumi enough time to place the gag in his mouth.
"Now how will you say the safety word?" Yumi teased in his ear as he attached it from behind.
There was still a way to get out of it of course, they had set the necessary boundaries before this particular meeting. All Shinji had to do was squeeze the small buzzer that was placed in his hand after the ball was placed.
"Shin-chan. Would you like to cum already?" Yumi cooed in his ear and he nodded enthusiastically.
"Hmm. I suppose I could let that happen, but where would the fun be in that?" He reached behind Shinji's head and unclipped the gag. "I have one job for you to do before I let you cum, Shin-chan."
Shinji nodded again, not caring at this point what he had to do. Yumi smiled and looked at Ikkaku, licking his lips a bit he beckoned him forward. Quick to obey Ikkaku was by his side in seconds.
"I want you to make him cum first. He's been such a good boy tonight. I think he deserves it."
Ikkaku smiled and tried to kiss Yumi but was evaded deftly. With a frown he watched Yumi's hand lower to his pants and undo the button, unzipping the fly in turn and letting the loose jeans he was wearing fall to the floor. He gently pushed Ikkaku to his knees before situating Shinji in front of him. Still blind folded and unable to use his hands, Shinji leaned forward and blindly sought out what he knew should be in his reach. With a little help from Yumi his lips soon found the thick weeping cock in front of him and he eagerly set to work, sucking in deep, long strokes, his tongue flicking over the engorged flesh. In no time Ikkaku came, a low deep groan erupting from his throat as he did so. Yumi kissed Ikkaku deeply and whispered in his ear for him to go relax on the couch while he finished up. Beyond sated at this point Ikkaku did as he was told.
Kneeling in front of Shinji, Yumi grabbing his throbbing cock and pumped it a few times, feeling the pulsing of a false release and grinning. He leaned forward and bit the fabric of the blindfold, lifting it and tugging it off with only his mouth. Shinji blinked at the sudden light and whimpered. It was pass out or cum at this point and he would have welcomed either.
"You're beautiful like this, you know that?" He whispered, pulling the plug slowly from his backside.
As he slowly and gently started pulling most of the items off his body Shinji began to tremble. He knew what was coming and the anticipation was making his head spin. Yumi leaned forward and used his teeth to unclamp the nipple clamps, unclipping the chain from the ring on his cock. As soon as almost everything was off, leaving him only in the cock ring, ankle and wrist cuffs still attached, Yumi pulled him close and for the first time that evening placed a light kiss on his lips. Kissing was usually a no-no during these events and Shinji melted at the simple affection. Not wasting time, Yumi got behind Shinji and forced him face first into the carpet. Taking only enough time to drop his pants, he knelt behind him and slipped inside his stretched hole. Shinji cried out and tugged at his bonds as Yumi began to move, slowly at first before picking up speed. Having waited so long himself Yumi was soon near his peak and leaned over Shinji's back, one arm reaching around to grasp the clasp of the cock ring. Right before he came he release it, Shinji cumming so hard that he immediately passed out.
Yumi sat back on his heels and gasped for breath. Ikkaku came up behind him and wrapped his arms around him, kissing the side of his neck and dabbing at the sweat on his forehead with a dry cloth. Yumi turned his head and kissed Ikkaku, glad for the help as they stood. They looked down at Shinji and Yumi shook his head.
"He lasted much longer than I thought he would." He commented as he stepped completely out of his clothes. There was no way he was doing anything until he had washed the sweat and fluids off his body. "Take the rest of the stuff off him and put him on the couch while I shower." He turned and looked up at Ikkaku. "Please."
Ikkaku did as he was told and Yumi wandered off to the bathroom. As soon as the both of them, Ikkaku and Yumi, were cleaned up and the items had been rinse, to be sterilized when they got home, and put away they regarded the sleeping young man.
"Should we leave him alone, Ikkaku?"
"He's a big boy. Let him sleep."
Yumi covered Shinji up and shut all the lights off except the one in the kitchen and the two of them left the house, locking the door behind them.
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Grimmjow woke the next morning when Ichigo's hand smacked him in the face. Startled and a little pissed off, he pushed the hand away and rolled over to face the young man. Ichigo was on his side facing him, his mouth half open and his hair messier than Grimmjow had ever seen it. There was a slight flush to his cheeks and as he watched he realized that the characteristic half frown was missing. As he was now he looked so young; so innocent.
Ichigo's hand, which Grimmjow had only managed to knock away to his chest, moved languidly down to his waist, curing around his hips as his body shifted closer, lips smacking and nose nuzzling Grimmjow's shoulder. As much as he liked this it disturbed him, so he sat up and pushed out of bed, checking the clock as deciding to give Ichigo a bit more time to sleep before he woke him up. Taking a quick shower and dressing for the office he made a quick phone call before going back to his bedroom to wake Ichigo.
As Grimmjow opened the door Ichigo sat bolt upright and yelled out, "Monkeys!" before blinking and frowning at his surroundings. Grimmjow smirked and crossed his arms, leaning up against the door frame.
"Monkeys? Really?"
"Wha…."
"Go take a shower. Clean clothes are in a bag in the bathroom. Hurry up, it's seven thirty."
As soon as Ichigo was finished he dressed and walked into the living room. As he did so Grimmjow threw something at him that he barely caught. Taking a moment to look at it he frowned when he realized what it was.
"What the hell is this?" He asked incredulously.
"My secretary says that works wonders on hiding unwanted marks."
"You want me to wear makeup?!"
Grimmjow grinned and tossed his book bag at him. "I personally wouldn't mind ya showin' that mark off, but you seemed to be a bit upset by it. Besides, if yer on yer way to see your family tonight I figured you wouldn't really want to answer any questions about the gigantic hickey."
Ichigo blushed and pocketed the cover up. "Thanks."
"Whatever. Let's get going, I have things to do."
On the way to his school neither one of them spoke, Ichigo was trying to decide if he should make a short trip to the bathroom to try and apply the cover up himself or find someone who knew what they were doing to do it for him. Someone who wouldn't ask too many questions. As they pulled up the university Ichigo paused, not sure what to say. Grimmjow rolled his eyes and turned to him.
"Well, get the fuck out. I'm in a hurry."
Ichigo rolled his eyes and opened the door, a few heads turning his way as he did so. "Whatever."
As soon as the door was closed the car sped off and Ichigo scowled after it before making up his mind to try and use the cover up himself. The day went by swiftly and in no time school was out and he stopped by his apartment to get a bag together to spend the weekend with his family. Once inside he noticed a note on the wall where his mirror had been.
Sorry, I tripped over the corner of it and it broke into a billion pieces. Buy ya a new one.
3
Shin
He shook his head at the note and set to work. It didn't take long on the underground to get to the side of town he needed to be at and the walk from the station to his family home took less than ten minutes. Not stopping to knock on the door, he walked right in, half expecting his dad to jump him out of nowhere, as per usual. When nothing happened he frowned.
"The idiot has to work all weekend. Big explosion of something. Lots of hurt people…. They needed extra hands at the hospital" A voice said from the couch and Karin, one of his sisters, looked over the back of it at him. "He said to tell you to take good care of us lonesome girls. Or something like that."
"Gee, thanks for the informative message." Ichigo rolled his eyes and set down his bag. "Where's Yuzu?"
"Sleeping. Her headaches are getting worse so I gave her, her pills and made her lay down."
With a pang in his heart his started up the stairs to check on his other sister. She was indeed sleeping, dark circles under her eyes, and pale sunken cheeks indicating that she was far from well. He stared at her for some time, his chest feeling tight as he took her small form in. It wasn't fair that she had to be sick. She was the sweetest person he had ever known, she didn't deserve this. Biting his lip and running a hand over his face he quietly shut the door, his resolve in making the deal with Grimmjow solidified. He would keep it up until Yuzu was well. He owed his little sister that much and more.