Chapter Forty One

Szayel walked down the hall toward Grimmjow's office and stopped in front of the secretary's desk, waiting patiently to be noticed. Large green eyes stared up at him and he smiled, a large part of him wanting to elicit the heat in those eyes he knew was there when Aizen fucked this young man. That would be only too fun.

"Is Mr. Jaegerjaques still in his meeting?" He asked politely, reading early on that this young man preferred manners almost above all else.

"No, I believe he is finished. One moment, please." Ulquiorra bent over his phone and pressed the intercom button. "Mr. Jaegerjaques, Mr. Granz is here to see you."

"Send him in." Grimmjow's terse voice came through the speaker and Szayel couldn't resist a smile. Either things hadn't gone well with Ichigo or something else entirely had dampened his mood.

As soon as the door was shut behind him, Szayel spoke. "You told him the windows were tinted didn't you?" He asked with a smirk as he retook his seat behind the computer.

Grimmjow grinned, instantly remembering what he and Ichigo had just done. "Didn't take much convincin'. The fuck you do, go downstairs and watch?"

"I didn't go down there for that express purpose but you know as well as I do that a show like that is not one you pass up. He's quite cute while in the throws of passion I must say."

"Yeah. Hands off." Grimmjow grunted.

Szayel smirked. "Yes, you've said that quite a few times already." He said with a cocked and slightly pouty brow. It wasn't as if they had never shared before. "C'est la vie. Shall I get back to work?"

"Don't you have something to say? I can see it in the way yer practically jumping out of yer skin." Grimmjow commented as Szayel began to type. The man was almost as pink as his hair with excitement.

Szayel smiled widely, almost manically. "It's nothing. I think perhaps tonight I might find myself quite entertained though."

Grimmjow frowned and grunted. If Szayel wasn't bragging about it then he really didn't want to know.

"Let me go you freak!" Renji shouted as he pulled at the ropes again.

"I don't think that is such a great idea. After all you just threatened my life moments ago. It would be poor judgment on my part, don't you think, if I were to let you go now."

"I don't care! Let me go!"

How was it, Renji thought to himself for the umpteenth time that night, that he always got himself into such bad positions? Sure, he didn't exactly make the best decisions in his life, but this? Did he really deserve this?

After running into the pink haired man he had blacked out and woken in a small room that was cold as ice. He was shivering and the single bulb that hung from the ceiling showed his breath steaming out in front of him. He hadn't been tied up then but had promptly passed back out after the cold was just too much for his body to handle. When he woke a second time he was in a smaller room, though warmer this time. A blurry figure was seated in front of him, arms crossed over a thin chest and long legs crossed at the knee.

"You've finally woken. Now the fun can begin."

That was when Renji had noticed the ropes that held his arms tight behind his back. That was when he realized he was naked and some weird bar thing was attached above his knees, spreading his legs awkwardly. That was when he realized he was fucked. Completely. Royally. Fucked.

"No. I think someone needs to learn what it means to be in this kind of life. It seems you are as green as it gets, young man." Smile dropped and gold eyes flashed as Szayel stood and approached him. "I will teach you what it means to interfere with ma famille."

He dropped to his knees as he slipped a latex glove over his thin fingered hand and reached for something in his pocket. Renji tried to pull back from him but found it difficult to move in his position.

"Don't worry. This will help things run smoothly." Szayel held a large pill between the pointer and middle fingers of his gloved hand before reaching behind Renji and pressing it to his virgin behind.

"Wh-what are you doing?!"

"Shh. Give this a couple minutes and you won't even care any more." That said Szayel pushed the pill inside Renji as far as he could get it before pulling his finger out and standing, pulling the latex glove off his hand with a snap. "Enjoy the last few minutes you have of your self control." He said with a smile as he left the room.

Renji stared after him, panic setting in for the first time as he felt the suppository melt inside him and his heart begin to race. He felt hot, tingly, and had the uncontrollable urge to touch everything around him just to see if it felt the same way it looked. He licked his lips and closed his eyes. He knew this drug; knew what it could do to a person. He had watched and babysat his brother multiple times while on this drug, though he had never tried it himself.

"Fuck." He let out with a shaky breath as the effects began to take over. Giving him the pill the way he had insured a swift and intense high. Renji just hoped he wouldn't go insane before the pink haired freak got back.

Ichigo was tired and irritated and the week wasn't even half over yet. Grimmjow had been so busy lately at work and Ichigo had been flooded with school work and upcoming tests that they hadn't had more than five minutes of alone time where they weren't completely exhausted or sleeping. He had been on his way back to the condo to get some studying done when he changed his mind and told Shawlong to take him to Shinji's. He had only seen him at work recently and had noticed that though Shinji was happy, in a way that if anyone pointed it out he would flush and deny his own happiness, they barely had any time together anymore. He was beginning to miss him quite a bit. As he made his way up the stairs to Shinji's apartment he thought fleetingly that he should have called first before just showing up but shrugged it off when he reached the door and knocked loudly.

At first he didn't hear anything and was about to knock again when he heard a loud thud and Shinji saying something that sounded like, "Get the fuck off me asshole, I hafta answer the door." Ichigo was in the middle of smiling when Shinji wrenched open the door and looked up at him, his face flushed and shirtless.

"Oh, Ichi. Hey." He said breathlessly as he shut the door behind him.

"Busy?" Ichigo asked with a smirk, wondering who Shinji was with and feeling slightly ashamed at his own curiosity.

"Uh, well… kinda…." Shinji stammered, crossing his arms over his chest and wincing slightly when he brushed his nipples.

Ichigo glanced down at Shinji's attire, or lack there of and smirked. He still had his pants on though they were unbuttoned and barely staying up on his thin hips. He wasn't even wearing any socks. But what surprised Ichigo most was the thick black leather collar with the heavy metal ring in the center that he wore. He frowned at it curiously and lifted his hand, hooking a finger through the ring and tugging gently.

"What the fuck is this?" He asked in a low voice, tilting his head to the side and leaning forward so that he could be heard.

Shinji on the other hand wasn't sure what he should do. Ichigo was pulling on his collar like a practiced dom and damned if that didn't turn him on. He swallowed and felt his cheeks heat as he looked once more into those big brown eyes. He was so fucked. He realized it was probably in part due to the fact that he had just had every exposed inch of his body licked and nibbled only moments ago, but having Ichigo so close was making him hotter than he already was. Damn it, he thought he had put those feelings behind him. For the most part.

Nnoitra sat on the floor in the middle of the room with an open suitcase filled with Shinji's sex toys. It was surprisingly big and a few of the items even he didn't recognize. They had been picking through them, for fun Shinji had insisted, and debating on what items were the most fun to use. Nnoitra picked up a neon pink gag and smirked before glaring at the door. What the fuck was taking that bitch so long? Granted it had barely been a minute, but still! He didn't understand why the door had needed to be answered in the first place since they had been quite busy at the time. To him it was like answering the phone while pounding your dick into someone's ass. Stupid. Standing up he took three steps to the door and yanked it open in time to see Shinji blushing up at Ichigo while Ichigo looked to be pulling him close for a kiss by the ring on his collar. Nnoitra felt the anger boil in his veins at the slightly irrational thought process and he reached out before either of the young men even knew he was standing there, grabbing the ring and yanking Shinji inside the apartment behind him.

"That's mine!" He said before slamming the door in Ichigo's face.

Ichigo stood there with his mouth open as he listened to the two men argue behind the door. Well now he knew who had been making Shinji's skin glow for the past week.

"What the hell was that for?" Shinji raged.

"We were fuckin' busy! Why the fuck didja answer the door?" Nnoitra shouted back.

"Wh… I had ta!"

"No ya didn't! Now get on the floor so I c'n finish."

"Fuck you! I don't have to do anythin'…."

There was a thud against the front door and Ichigo took a step back, not sure why he was still standing there listening. He was half surprised the door didn't fall over with as loud as the sound had been.

"Ya know what? I found somethin' good fer ya that'll make my job a helluva lot easier." Nnoitra's voice purred through the door and Ichigo heard Shinji whimper. Okay, time to go, Ichigo said to himself as he turned and walked slowly away. He really didn't need to hear whatever was coming next.

Inside the apartment Nnoitra finished fastening the gag behind Shinji's head and leaned back to smirk at him, licking his lips as his violet eye took in the pink ball and Shinji's pink lips wrapped around it.

"I told ya I only got a couple hours free taday so be a good little bitch and take yer pants off, ne?"

Shinji rolled his eyes as his hands reached for his zipper and Nnoitra almost laughed. He bent down and slid his tongue over the stretched mouth before grabbing the ring on the collar once more and using it to toss Shinji on the couch. Shinji glared up at him defiantly and Nnoitra finally laughed.

"Ya look kinda hot with that thing in yer mouth and that look in yer eyes. Now let's mess up that hair a bit too." He said as he crawled over the top of him and sank his teeth into Shinji's chin.

Shinji's eyes rolled closed and his breath puffed out through his nostrils as a low groan purred in the back of his throat. Nnoitra chuckled as he pulled his own pants off awkwardly.

"That's a good bitch. Purr fer me."

Shinji whimpered when their naked flesh touched and he arched into Nnoitra. None of what this man said should have turned him on like this but there was no denying it in the moment. He could do that later.

The next week was like one giant trial for Ichigo, starting with the events at Grimmjow's office Monday afternoon. Ever since he left the office he and Grimmjow had barely had more then five minutes alone together and it was mainly because of that pink haired asshole. Every time Ichigo turned around he was there, fiddling with the computer, helping Grimmjow through paperwork after work, staying for dinner on night's when Nnoitra wasn't expected to come home, which oddly enough was most nights anymore. He wanted to pull his hair out. Wanted to scream at the man to go the fuck away. And God! if he touched Grimmjow's arm one more time Ichigo was going to fucking snap; going to break something. Preferably both. He didn't even care at that point what or who it was, as long as he could break it into dust.

It was Friday evening and Szayel and Grimmjow were pouring themselves over a stack of papers, sitting too damn close as far as Ichigo was concerned. He wanted to spend the evening with Grimmjow, alone, doing he didn't care what just as long as Szayel went away. A part of him realized he was being completely irrational and selfish, that Grimmjow was having some rather major problems at work and that Szayel was just helping, but he couldn't stop the thoughts from forming in his mind. And he hardly had an outlet for it, what with Shinji being so busy at the club and with his frequent liaisons with Nnoitra. Ichigo was still reeling a bit from seeing the truth before his eyes on that one. He wasn't sure quite how to feel about that really, hadn't Shinji hated that man almost as much as he hated Grimmjow? If not more. But as long as Shinji didn't get hurt he supposed he had no room to talk about it. That all bothered him a bit, but not nearly as much as Szayel.

He finished up his studying for the night and stood, making his way to the kitchen and making sure to send a heated but unnoticed glare at a pink haired head. Grimmjow had ordered Chinese takeout so there hadn't been a need for Ichigo to cook that night, which actually pleased him a great deal. Cooking for Szayel pissed him off even more and he was just about at his breaking point as it was. Glancing at the clock Ichigo's scowl deepened and he wrenched open the refrigerator to grab a beer. It was way past time for Szayel to leave.

"Hey Grimmjow. Are you two almost done?" He had tried his best not to interrupt them while they worked but this was ridiculous. It was nearly ten at night. The workday had ended five hours ago.

"Huh?" Grimmjow looked up, his hair disheveled from the multiple times he had run his fingers through it in frustration. "Oh, fuck. I didn't realize it was so late." He stretched his arms over his head and leaned back in his chair as far as he could, his spine cracking in several places.

Szayel let his eyes roam over his chest appreciatively, his tongue flicking out slightly at his upper lip. Ichigo almost jumped over the table at that look but somehow held himself back. He was actually quite proud of his restraint this entire week. Proud that he hadn't snapped the fuckers neck in two with a giddy smile on his face. Grimmjow groaned and leaned forward again, running his fingers once more through his hair and then over his face. He looked tired, dark smudges under his eyes and skin slightly sallow. A big part of Ichigo wanted to force him to stay in bed and sleep while he filled him with good food but he hadn't said anything on the matter. Mostly because the thought of forcing Grimmjow to do something like that while he played happy homemaker made him want to laugh and vomit at the same time, a curious conflict of emotions if there ever was one.

At the same time Grimmjow hung his head the front door opened and Nnoitra walked in followed closely by a nervous looking Shinji, but Ichigo's eyes were elsewhere. Szayel's hand had traveled up Grimmjow's back soothingly and his fingers were on the verge of threading though that thick blue hair when Ichigo's control finally snapped. Before he knew it Szayel was pressed into the wall behind him, Ichigo's hand on his throat and a feral sneer on his lips, beer forgotten and pouring its frothy contents on the kitchen floor.

"Keep yer goddamned hands off him." He said, his voice dangerously low.

Everyone in the room froze and stared at the two with wide eyes. Grimmjow continued to sit in his chair, one hand on the back and his body half turned to look at the pair. Nnoitra was surprised to not only see Szayel there but at seeing Ichigo freak out and Shinji… Shinji knew what was coming. He hadn't seen that exact face before but he still knew what it meant and he hoped that Szayel would keep his mouth shut for his own sake.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?! Let go of me at once!"

"You promise me you'll keep yer hands to yourself and I might think about it."

"Oh for the love of God. Are you serious? Look, little boy, I can touch whomever I want and you can't say a damn thing about it. So just…."

Whatever Szayel had been about to say was cut off when Ichigo's fist slammed into his face. Szayel fell, sliding down the wall and grabbing at his face as blood poured from a split lip. Ichigo seemed to radiate violence and before anyone could stop him he was on Szayel, hitting him once again. Shinji sprang into action, seeing that no one else seemed inclined to do so, and ran across the room, hooking his arms under Ichigo's and pulling him up and off the pink haired man.

"ICHIGO! Stop it, Ichigo."

He was panting and his fists were still clenched, aching to hit that smirking face again. Szayel sat up, dabbing the back of his hand to his mouth and frowning at the blood stain left behind.

"You hit me."

"Yo, Grimmjow, a little help here before yer boyfriend kills someone." Shinji said, barely holding Ichigo back at this point.

Grimmjow blinked stupidly at him once before shaking himself from whatever stupor the short fight had cause and he stood, placing a hand in the middle of Ichigo's chest and pressing. Ichigo's head snapped in his direction and the heat in his eyes died a little.

"Don't mind me, I'll just sit here and bleed." Szayel said, still dabbing at his bleeding lip.

"The fuck cares 'bout you?" Nnoitra felt he had stayed quiet long enough and decided to add his two cents.

Narrowed golden eyes turned to him as Ichigo shrugged Shinji off, now embarrassed by his actions, and pushed away from Grimmjow.

"Ichi." Shinji started, cut off when Ichigo shook his head and slipped into his shoes. He had to get out of there.

"Are you sure you want to leave him alone with me again. I might just attack him." Szayel snapped out and he stood, brushing invisible dust from his clothing.

Ichigo went still with his hand on the door handle before shaking his head again and flinging it open.

"Ichigo." Grimmjow said, his voice deep and commanding.

Ichigo didn't listen and slammed the door behind him as he left, too angry and embarrassed to face anyone in that room. He leaned against the door for a moment and took a deep breath before pushing off and heading down the hall. He couldn't believe he had just done that! Attacking Szayel like that out of no where. But those hands… those hands were too close to Grimmjow's hair. Too close to everything that didn't belong to him. Grimmjow was his damn it! His alone! As he rode the elevator down he stared blankly in front of him, realizing that he sounded just like Grimmjow had before they had made their relationship official. He sounded like a possessive asshole. With a groan he left the building and headed for the near by park.

Shinji frowned at the door for a moment before he spun around and glared at Grimmjow.

"What the hell was that all about?!"

Grimmjow shrugged and looked over at Szayel with a frown. "Did you say something to Ichigo?"

"I said nothing to that young man that you haven't heard. I was being nice to him as far as I knew. He just attacked me out of nowhere."

"Ichi wouldn't do that. Ya had to 'a done somethin'." Shinji said, scowling at the man in glasses and seeing him in a different light than he had previously.

Szayel glared as he wiped more blood away from his mouth. "I didn't do anything. I'm going home, Grimm. I'll see ya later."

Szayel gathered his stuff and made his way to the door, brushing past Nnoitra and ignoring the hiss that came from the taller man. He stopped to slip his shoes on and as he did so he looked up at Nnoitra and smirked.

"How was prison, Nnoi?"

Nnoitra sneered. "Ya want more 'a yer face broken tanight, fuck hole?"

Szayel narrowed his eyes but said nothing, opening the door and leaving as quickly as he could. He wasn't an idiot and knew if he pushed his luck any further Nnoitra would hit him and wouldn't be nice and stop until he was unconscious. He was lucky enough to get out without a scratch from that man as it was.

Shinji sighed and looked at Grimmjow who still seemed to be surprised about the whole situation. He would normally have pegged the man to be slightly blood thirsty, egging Ichigo on, but judging by the circles under his eyes he probably didn't have it in him at the moment.

"I'll go look fer Ichi." He said, realizing that he hadn't even had a chance to take his shoes off yet.

"Nah, I should go…." Grimmjow started before Shinji cut him off.

"I really don't think that would be a good idea. Besides, he won't talk to ya right now, he's totally embarrassed."

Grimmjow frowned. "Why would he be embarrassed by that?"

Shinji rolled his eyes. "Ichigo doesn't like to lose control, baka. If ya knew him better you'd know that."

Without saying another word Shinji left and Grimmjow sank to the couch with a groan.

"Fuuuuuck." He sighed. "The fuck you still doin' by the door?"

Nnoitra cocked his eyebrow and plopped on the couch near Grimmjow. "Just a little surprised s'all. First time I see the freak in two years and he's gettin' his face smashed by yer bitch. I have new respect fer 'im now." He grinned and chuckled at the look on Grimmjow's face. "The fuck's wrong with you? Ya look like shit."

"You know what's wrong. After all this shit's cleared up I'm taking Ichigo and we're leaving the country for at least two weeks. Maybe more." He sighed and leaned his head back on the couch. "Why was Blondie with you?"

"I conned him inta comin' over fer the night since he had no work."

Grimmjow chuckled. "What'd it take?"

"Seein' the bitch and knowin' it'd irritate ya ta see 'im." Grimmjow snorted and Nnoitra grinned before turning serious. "Oh yeah. So I learned somethin' taday. Ya know the hit was called off like two months ago?"

"What?" Grimmjow sat up at the news and ran his hand through his hair. It made sense though, if he thought about it, since he hadn't been attacked recently and neither had Ichigo, but he didn't understand why. "Did ya find out why?"

Nnoitra shrugged. "Happened 'bout the same time the brother came inta the picture. Sounds like big bro is callin' the shots now which could be good and bad."

"Yeah." Grimmjow sighed and sat up. "Look, don't talk to Ichigo about all this. Or Blondie. It's just… easier that way. Ichigo knows as much as he needs to and Blondie don't need to know shit."

"Oh yeah, 'cos we talk all the time an' shit. Still tryin' ta talk the fucker inta suckin' me off."

"I so did not need to know that, Nnoi."

Shinji found Ichigo on a bench under a large tree and sat down beside him, not saying a word at first and just letting the night wind in the trees soothe the both of them. It was Ichigo that broke the silence first.

"I can't believe I did that." He said, sighing and dropping his head a bit.

"What the hell happened anyway?"

"He keeps… I mean his hands… always, always touching him! I mean, that's not cool right? I'm not wrong thinking that it's not okay to touch people like that when they are in a relationship, right?"

"Like what, Ichi?"

"Like… like… like at all! Fuck. Always touchin' his arm, or his shoulder, or even his hands. He's not fuckin' Japanese I'll tell you that much. And tonight… tonight he went too far and I just… I couldn't…." Ichigo took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "Grimmjow was stretching and Szayel was checking him out right in front of me and then right as you walked in, like his hand was on Grimmjow's back and his fingers were almost in his hair and I just… I couldn't stand it. I wanted to kill him. I wanted to rip him apart." Ichigo sighed again and slumped on the bench. "I'm such an asshole."

"Y'are not! Idda don't the same thing. He ain't got no business touchin' yer man like that and he probably knows it. Look, Ichi, have ya talked to him about this? Grimmjow?"

Ichigo shook his head. "Nah, he'd just tell me I'm being paranoid or something stupid like that. Or laugh at me and say it's cute that I'm all jealous."

"Well, he don't understand what's wrong, ya know. Doesn't get it at all. So ya need ta say somethin' to him er he's gonna keep lettin' things happen the way they are and nothin' will get solved."

Ichigo sighed again and sat up straight. "Yeah, I know."

They were silent for another moment before Ichigo turned to Shinji and cocked an eyebrow. "What were you doing there anyway?"

Shinji crossed his arms over his chest and sat back. "I'm an idiot apparently."

Ichigo snorted. "So you're really seein' Nnoitra?"

"I'm not seein' him! We're just… fuckin' around fer a while."

"Why?"

Shinji rolled his eyes. "Because he's got a huge cock and he's great in bed." He said without thinking and then grinned when Ichigo blushed.

"I didn't need to know that much detail, ya know."

"Yeah, but at least yer smilin' now. Can we go back? The wind's kinda cold."

Grimmjow stood up the moment Ichigo and Shinji came back inside the condo and the air in the room went tense. Nnoitra almost laughed and put his hands up in the air.

"I ain't touchin' him, I swear!"

He received a glare from everyone which made his grin grow and he grabbed Shinji by his wrist and dragged him to his bedroom.

"C'mon. Let's give the love birds some privacy." Of course that was his nice way of saying, "C'mon, lets go fuck while they fight." But he didn't want any arguments on the way so he went with the former.

Shinji huffed and struggled a bit but soon enough Grimmjow and Ichigo were alone in the living room, each of them trying to figure out what to say.

"So… that was a pretty good punch there." Grimmjow said, trying to lighten the mood.

"Shut up." Ichigo mumbled, not yet looking up from the floor.

"So ya gonna tell me what the fuck that was all about or not?"

Ichigo sighed and sat on the couch. "I don't like him." He said simply, hoping he wouldn't have to elaborate even though he knew he should.

"Why?" Grimmjow said, sitting next to him but not touching.

Ichigo took his time in figuring out what to say As he and Shinji had walked back he had let his mind wander as he decided how to approach this but as always it had been wiped clean the moment the opportunity arose.

"Is he always so touchy feely?"

Grimmjow's eyebrows shot up and he frowned. "Yeah I guess, he's always been like that. I stopped thinking about it a long time ago."

Ichigo turned to Grimmjow and looked at him for the first time, his eyes full of heat and something that he never would have admitted to being fear.

"I don't like it. I don't like him touching you. At all. I tried to be okay with it, but I'm not. I don't want him touching you anymore." He straightened his spine and gulped. "You're mine to touch, not anyone else's."

Grimmjow's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open slightly at the admission. He hadn't expected that but now that he thought about it he should have guessed that something like this would happen. Ichigo had been irritable all week but he hadn't really had time to ask why, and when the time was there he was more interested in kissing or cuddling or sleeping. He took a deep breath and leaned forward to kiss Ichigo's cheek.

"Okay."

Ichigo frowned. "Okay?"

"Yeah. I'll tell him to knock it off. Ya should'a said somethin' sooner." He grinned and pulled Ichigo closer by his upper arm. "Yer kinda cute when yer jealous." Ichigo groaned and Grimmjow laughed. "Nah, really cute. And the look on yer face when ya hit him…." He bit his lip and Ichigo blushed. "Fuckin' hot."

"Shut up."

Grimmjow stood and pulled Ichigo up with him. "Let's go to bed and show those two idiots what it sounds like to have good sex."

"Grimmjow!"

"What? We could have a fuck war."

Ichigo rolled his eyes and tried to pull away but Grimmjow pulled him close and kissed him. "Ya really shouldn't worry 'bout things like that." He whispered, looking deeply into Ichigo's eyes.

Ichigo gave him a sheepish grin and pulled him close for another kiss. "Sorry."

"Don't fuckin' apologize, idiot." He smacked Ichigo's ass and laughed at the look he received. "Let's go to bed."

Ichigo may have rolled his eyes, may have been thinking that things may not have been totally solved with their conversation, but it didn't matter right then. All he wanted was to take Grimmjow to bed and make love to him until they couldn't move any more to make up for the near week of no sex. Linking his fingers with Grimmjow's they walked to the bedroom together, stupid grins placed of each of their faces.

A/N Sooo sorry it took so long to get this out. I didn't realize it was almost a week since my last post. I've been suffering from migraines for a few days so I haven't been able to do much lately. Anywho, thank to loveyourflyingv, Storm and kuroneko826 for prodding my periodically to see if I was still alive and whine for more SBB ;p I hope you all like this chapter!

~Penny