Author's Note: Alright this is where things start to get spicy... lol. If this is taken down, I'll set up an account on AO3, because I like how this is turning out. I'll keep the same username too and I might even move Star Brothers there as well.
Anyway
Enjoy!
Lies Open Prison Doors
Chapter 5: Auction
When Ichigo woke back up, the first thing he noticed was his shoulders and wrists burned like hell. It took Ichigo a couple tries to peel his eyes open. Once he did, he looked up to find his wrists were in a set of cuffs. The handcuffs were wrapped around a shower head and they were the only things holding him up. His bare feet drug along the floor and his body was facing a blue-tiled wall.
"Dammit…" Ichigo hissed under his breath, but he couldn't hear it. He took a deep breath through his nose as he pressed his forehead against the cool ceramic. counting to three in his head, he fought through the burn in his shoulder to pull himself up. Once he was far enough, he planted his feet beneath himself to relieve the tension. He then shook his head, which helped unclog his ears.
And that's when he heard voices.
"Going once, going twice…. SOLD! Congrats, Twiggy."
Ichigo whipped his head to the side to look over his shoulder. His eyes went wide at the amount of people he saw. Nnoitra stood out above the crowd as he pushed his way forward. But he wasn't the only familiar face.
Before Ichigo could start picking out names, his focus was sucked back to Nnoitra when the man continued walking forward, but he wasn't headed towards Ichigo. No, he went to one of the other showerheads on his left. A familiar blonde with long, hip-length, wavy hair hung from the appliance in handcuffs, just like Ichigo. It was the same exact blonde who came off the bus that brought them here. If he remembered right, it had been Nnoitra that shouted dibs on the blonde in the yard that day. Guess he's a man of his word…
To make matters worse, the poor guy was also completely naked.
Feeling his chest clench, Ichigo hesitantly looked down at himself. He felt his skin crawl and his face go red when he realized he was also naked.
"What the FUCK!?" Ichigo snarled and felt new energy course through his veins. His first thought was of his transfer papers. They must still be in his prison suit—that or Bazz-B, that fucking prick, had them. "Where the fuck are my clothes!?" Ichigo tugged down on the cuffs, making his wrists sting, but he ignored it. The showerhead rattled loudly, but didn't give a single inch as he tugged and yanked at it. He was trying to rip the whole fucking thing from the wall, but it was surprisingly sturdy. He planted a foot against the wall for leverage and gritted his teeth as he pulled with all his might. The tiles around the showerhead finally started to crack and Ichigo was sure he could've gotten out if he wasn't interrupted.
"My, my, you sure are a wild one."
Ichigo snapped his attention to the same man who had spoken before. He was tall with brown hair that fell in soft waves. He had a long, scruffy face and dark, tired eyes stared back at him.
"Who the fuck are you?" Ichigo grumbled once he finally stopped pulling at his restraints.
The man gave him a small smile before lightly bowing his head. "My name's Shunsui, but in here I'm known as the Auctioneer."
Ichigo felt his gut twist. He was afraid of that…
"So this is an auction?" He spoke loud enough to be heard over the quiet hum of the other inmates still gathered behind him. He glanced over the man's shoulder to watch as Nnoitra uncuffed the blonde, who was still unconscious, and then threw the naked man over his shoulder before walking away.
Fuck.
Shunsui turned to see where Ichigo was looking, and decided not to answer when he noticed the realization lighting his face.
Ichigo's first thought was of Keigo. That poor guy had to go through this shit? Is this how he wound up being Bazz-B's bitch? he recalled the asshole saying he'd 'BOUGHT' Keigo... No wonder the poor guy always seemed so scared.
"Alright! We have one more left!" Shunsui suddenly said in a strong voice, making the others shut up and turn their attention to him and Ichigo, unfortunately. Ichigo tensed when he could feel their gaze sliding up and down his body, and it made him sick to his stomach. "For the main event, we have a special treat for you." Shunsui continued with a large grin. "The newbie that's been quite the hellraiser. He still doesn't have an official nickname, so for now we'll call him Fruit—since that seems to be the overall theme of his nicknames." A few chuckles passed around the crowd of at least 50 inmates.
"What's the starting bid?"
Ichigo's nails dug into his still healing palms when he heard Bazz-B's voice, but Ichigo ignored the pain. That motherfucker was going to die a slow and painful death for this…
"Ah, ah, ah~ Not so fast." Shunsui wagged a finger at the man. "We have rules here." He paused to make sure everyone was paying attention, as well as for dramatic effect, "Since Fruit has decided not to join a gang, he IS a stray. And only strays can be bought and sold." Wowwww. Ichigo really wished he'd known THAT. His cellmates were a buncha fucking assholes. "HOWEVER!" Shunsui said firmly. "This particular stray just so happens to hold the title 'King'."
He heard multiple 'Boos' echo across the crowd and some people growled something negative, but Ichigo ignored them. There was nothing he could say to defend himself because he didn't know anything about this.
"I know, I know." Shunsui rose his hands and motioned for the others to calm themselves. "But rules are rules. In order for someone to take the title, there needs to be at least ten witnesses and the King must fall unconscious. Oh—and weapons are forbidden." He explained while slowly pacing behind Ichigo, who was hiding his red face against the wall. "So! Moral of the story—someone needs to take his title before he can be sold." Shunsui paused and looked over the crowd of eager faces. "Who will be the first challenger?"
A couple of random inmates jumped forward, but then two giant hands grabbed them by the back of their jumpsuit and tossed them back towards the crowd. The giant Vasto Lorde guy that Ichigo had met in the bathroom the other day stepped forward.
"So you want the first try, Yammy?" Shunsui rose a brow at the large man as he stomped his way forward.
"I'll be the first and last." Yammy grinned, his body practically radiating with confidence. "That title is mine." He lifted his hands to crack his knuckles and then rolled his beefy shoulders. Ichigo took a deep, calming breath as someone else came up to his right. The man reached up and uncuffed him with practiced ease. Ichigo almost wanted to ask if he could get some boxers before they got started, but Yammy didn't give him any time to speak.
The second he was free, the man swung his giant fist at Ichigo's head.
Even with his system still foggy from the sedative, Ichigo managed to duck out of the way. Multiple tiles cracked and chipped beneath the man's enormous fist, making Ichigo cringe. Yammy was slow, but quite powerful. Ichigo turned and quickly shuffled backwards as Yammy continued to swing at his head. This guy was really aiming for a quick knock out—which made him predictable.
Ichigo ignored the multiple eyes staring at him, or rather at his ass and privates. He shook off his embarrassment with a snarl.
He needed to end this.
Ichigo ducked below Yammy's outstretched arm when his punch missed once again and then swerved around behind him. Ichigo knew that he couldn't overpower the man, so all he could think to do was jump up on his broad back.
"'Ey! The fuck! Get offa me!" Yammy spun to try and throw Ichigo off, but the smaller male held firm*. Yammy attempted to reach back and grab the little pest clinging to his shoulders, but his muscles were too thick. "Get your dick offa me, Fruit. I'm just here for the title." Yammy huffed out a breath as he tried to twist his body.
Ichigo reached around Yammy's neck with one arm and then locked it in place with the other. He held on as Yammy struggled to pry himself out of his chokehold, but it was too late.
The guy was stubborn, Ichigo could give him that. Yammy tried to spin him off again and he even stumbled backwards to slam Ichigo up against the wall. Ichigo winced when his head smacked right into one of the showerheads, but he wasn't going to get rid of him that easily. Yammy's desperate attempts gradually slowed until he finally collapsed to his knees. Blood pooled in his face as his circulation struggled to keep him awake. But after another ten solid seconds, he was out for the count.
Ichigo clenched down and didn't let go until he was convinced Yammy was unconscious. He climbed back to his feet as his chest heaved. Yammy had almost managed to get him off a couple times. He needed to catch his breath after that.
"Wowww!" Shunsui clapped slowly with a grin. Ichigo peered over his shoulder to send the man a seething glare. "Guess you have the title for a reason." Shunsui seemed to sense Ichigo's urge to punch him and took a few steps towards the others to distance himself. "Anyone else ready to challenge him?" He motioned for his buddies to drag Yammy's limp body into a corner before addressing the rest of the inmates.
They didn't seem as eager to jump forward this time. And who would after seeing Ichigo take out that mammoth of a man?
"Are you fuckers done!?" Ichigo growled and crossed his arms. "I'm not joining a stupid gang and I'm not being anyone's stray, or pet, or bitch, or whatever the fuck you wanna call it!" Ichigo has reached his breaking point. "I also don't give a flying FUCK who runs this place!" Ichigo paused to allow anyone to argue back, but they stayed silent as they watched the handsome orangette throw his tantrum. "But if I'm really some kind of King then can't I at least fight in some goddamn BOXERS?"
A low hum of laughter made its way around, slowly eating at the silence. Even Shunsui was chuckling at the side.
A voice in the back rose up, "Boxers would just get in the way for what we've got planned for ya." A familiar head of red hair made its way forward and Ichigo scowled. His own cellmate was going to challenge him then?
Renji rolled his shoulders and then cracked his knuckles as he grinned, "Yammy said he was just here for the title… I'm actually here for the opposite." His grin tilted into a smirk as he let his gaze drop. "Just sucks that I gotta bruise that body~"
Ichigo fought off the incoming blush and raised his fists. If Renji wanted to have him, then he was welcome to try.
Renji was a little faster than Ichigo first expected, but still not fast enough. His build was thick, but not bulging, which made him more flexible than Yammy. Ichigo also noticed that Renji had some training under his belt. He moved with purpose and had managed to get a shot at his ribs, which were still a little sore from his fight with Bazz-B. Ichigo retaliated by quickly spinning on his heel with his elbow up high to crack it against the redhead's temple. Renji tried to dodge it, so Ichigo wound up elbowing his face instead, but it was still effective.
Renji reeled back as he held his nose. With a low hiss, he wiped off the small trickle of blood that had dripped down. "You're gonna regret that…"
Ichigo blinked in surprise, but braced himself when Renji charged at him like a goddamn football player. He tried to kick Renji's leg to knock him off balance, but the redhead was already too close.
Ichigo felt the breath rush from his lungs when his back hit the floor. Renji's heavier body pinned him down, crushing his chest and making it hard to breathe.
"Fuck." Ichigo raised his forearms and crossed them to cover his face as fists rained down on him. This was almost the exact same position he'd had Grimmjow in that first day—only there were no guards to step in this time and he was face to face with his opponent.
Ichigo kept up his defense as Renji continued to try and get a good shot in. Gradually, the punches began to slow. Renji was running out of steam and Ichigo had to pick his timing carefully. He waited until he felt Renji sit back, winding up for another strike, and quickly sat up. Ichigo spread his knees so that the heavier man had nothing to catch his fall as he toppled the man over until he'd lost his balance.
Renji reached out to pull Ichigo down with him, but he'd been expecting that. Ichigo took hold of the other's thick, tattooed arm and twisted his body to wrap both legs around it then jerked him into an armbar.
Granted, it was an uncomfortable position while naked and there was no avoiding his balls being pressed against the man's elbow, but Ichigo had the advantage now. He continued pulling back and then down on the arm until he heard Renji hiss in pain.
The man thrashed and struggled and tried to flex his way out of the armbar, but Ichigo wasn't about to let go anytime soon.
"Motherfucker!" Renji growled when he felt his shoulder pop out of its socket. "Alright! Alright!" He cried out while kicking his legs towards Ichigo, but it did nothing to stop him. "Fuckin' hell! I give!" Renji sucked in air through his teeth as he tried not to whimper in pain, but Ichigo managed to tear a choked sob from the man when he wrenched the already dislocated arm.
"FUCK!" Renji shouted through the pain until he finally went still. Ichigo blinked and peeked up to see that his redheaded opponent had blacked out and finally released him.
Ichigo got back to his feet and didn't say a word as he glared at the crowd. He noticed Shinji's blonde head near the back, his pearly whites visible as he grinned. He almost seemed proud, as if he'd been betting on Ichigo to win the whole time.
Ichigo frowned when he realized he probably could have avoided this whole situation if he had just taken up Shinji's offer to join his group. Maybe he'd even still have his stupid transfer papers.
Ichigo relaxed his fists and took a deep breath. He let his gaze flick across the inmates until he locked eyes with Bazz-B. With the adrenaline still pumping in his veins and his muscles feeling nice and warmed up, Ichigo's ego reared its ugly head.
"So was this your big plan?" Ichigo goaded with a smirk. "To drug me, drag me here, and have everyone else fight for you?"
Multiple eyes turned to watch Bazz-B's reaction. He knew better than to back down from a fight with so many big names watching. Bazz-B rolled his head to stretch his neck and then took a step forward while cracking his knuckles.
"Careful what you wish for, Pet."
The crowd parted as he walked with a confident smirk. Once he was close enough, he suddenly sped forward on light feet.
Ichigo was barely able to dodge the punches aimed at his neck and face. He leaned away and tried to distance himself, but Bazz-B was a lot faster than he remembered.
Apparently he'd only been playing with Ichigo last time they fought.
Ichigo choked on his next breath when a powerful fist slammed into his gut. He reflexively doubled over but then Bazz-B lifted a knee straight for his face. Ichigo just barely managed to get his hands up in time to soften the blow, but it still fucking hurt.
"Get 'im, Hotshot!" A voice called from the back of the crowd, and that seemed to rile up the rest of them. Until now the other inmates had been content to just stand there and watch silently.
"Yeah! Punch that fruit out!"
"Fuck'm up!"
"Wooo!"
"Twenty bucks on Hotshot!"
"I'll bet against those odds. Fruit can take 'im."
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Bazz-B snarled without even looking back. He kept his eyes trained on Ichigo as he waited for the other inmates to quiet down.
Ichigo took this chance to take a few steps back to catch his breath, but he frowned when he realized that he'd backed himself right up against the wall.
Not good.
He was cornered now.
"Hey." Bazz-B turned his head to address Shunsui, AKA the auctioneer, while still keeping his eyes pinned to Ichigo. Shunsui hummed to show he was listening as he and another inmate dragged Renji's unconscious body to the same corner as Yammy. "You know the rules better than I do, so tell me somethin'—" Bazz-B began with a face devoid of emotion. That look was starting to give Ichigo a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. "Do the rules say anythin' against fucking the King unconscious."
It was silent for a moment and Shunsui didn't reply until they finished dragging Renji away.
"Mmmm… Well.. as long as there's no weapons, it's one on one, and he goes completely unconscious, then I don't see why not."
Ichigo felt like his whole world spun and his heart slammed against his chest.
"You've got to be kidding me."
Even with a gun to his head Ichigo would never admit it, but the devilish smirk sent his way did wicked things to his libido. Why was he attracted to crazy?
Ichigo shook off that train of thought when he felt heat stir in his abdomen. He didn't want to get a boner, especially when the man just threatened to rape him unconscious.
"Back off." Ichigo rose his lip in a snarl as Bazz-B stalked forward, still grinning. His threat did nothing to stop him. Ichigo quickly ducked out of the way when a hand reached for him. "I said back off."
"Shhhhh~~" Bazz-B hushed as he slowly boxed him in by placing both palms on either side of Ichigo's shoulders. The poor orangette felt trapped and a shiver crawled across his skin when warm lips pressed against his ear to whisper, "Ya know I prefer not ta fight… If you don't struggle, then I'll promise ta make it good for ya too~" That sounded a lot like what he said to Keigo before trying to rape him as well. Ichigo cringed when Bazz-B pressed his hips forward to connect their middles. Ichigo reached up to push him away, but Bazz-B quickly pinned his wrists to the wall above his head. "Don't fight and I'll even think about givin' back those papers." He grinned at the seething glare he received for that.
"I fucking knew it." Ichigo hissed as he squirmed, but then he forced himself to stop when he realized each little movement he made was only adding friction to their middles. Bazz-B slowly let his hands fall so that he could lightly trail his fingers up Ichigo's thighs, reminding the orangette just how naked and vulnerable he was.
That didn't stop him from fighting Yammy and Renji though.
Bazz-B took the opportunity to sneak his hands around narrow hips to grab Ichigo's ass, but that seemed to finally snap him out of it. There was no way he was just going to stand here and let this man have his way. Not even for the stupid papers. Ichigo knew what he had to do next, but he almost felt bad about it.
"Guh!" Bazz-B choked on his next breath and collapsed to his knees. Ichigo instantly hopped around the fallen man to distance himself in case he tried to punch him in the dick or something. "That was a cheap fuckin' shot…" Bazz-B growled as he gently cupped his balls. He coughed and leaned forward until his forehead was pressed against the cold tiles. His long pink mohawk getting all messed up as it dragged across the wall.
Ichigo lifted his fists threateningly as he watched Bazz-B slowly climb back to his feet. Ichigo knows that he should have just finished the man while he was down, but he just couldn't bring himself to kick someone after kneeing them in the sac.
Maybe he hit him a little too hard…?
When Bazz-B finally straightened back to his full height, he looked up. The rage that simmered beneath his gaze had Ichigo regretting his last few decisions.
Oh shit! Ichigo turned as Bazz-B sped forward and ducked beneath the punch aimed at his cheek. Ichigo continued turning and swung his arm up, catching his opponent by surprise. His fist connected with the man's chin, knocking him off balance. Ichigo then hooked his leg around the one that Bazz-B was leaning on. All it took was a light push against his chest to knock him over at that point, but Bazz-B pulled him down as well by snatching his arm.
Falling on top of Bazz-B was like stepping in a bear trap. He took his powerful limbs and wrapped them around Ichigo and then twisted so that he was on top. Bazz-B kept Ichigo pressed down against the floor as he repositioned himself. He scooted up until he sat across Ichigo's chest and kept his arms pinned down with his knees. Ichigo struggled and squirmed with all his might.
"This is for stealing my bitch." Bazz-B announced before punching Ichigo right in the cheek. "And this is for the cheap shot." Ichigo didn't make a sound as he was hit a few more times, one even landing on his left eye. "You learn your lesson yet?" Bazz-B cooed down at his captive once he finally stopped assaulting the man's face.
Ichigo blinked and then looked up at him with eyes half-lidded. "You hit like a pussy." Ichigo smirked as he sucked up a mouthful of blood and then spit it directly at the man's face.
Bazz-B had not been expecting that and leaned back to wipe the blood from his cheek. Ichigo had been waiting for that and swiftly lifted his lower half to wrap his legs around the man's chest. Ichigo squeezed his powerful thighs against Bazz-B's shoulders and pulled him backwards until his arms were finally free.
Bazz-B had underestimated how flexible Ichigo was and all he could do was blink before he found himself spun around and thrown sideways to the floor. Ichigo used the back of his prison suit to hold him down as he started his own assault. Whenever Bazz-B would lift his arms to cover his face, Ichigo would just switch his aim to unprotected ribs.
"Fuck you guys and your stupid rules!" Ichigo snapped as he continued punching.
While Ichigo was busy letting out his anger and frustration, Bazz-B reached into his pocket with one arm still trying to protect his head. Ichigo didn't notice what the man was up to until it was too late. His lip rose in a sneer when there was a sudden sting in his thigh. His fist paused midair and he snapped his gaze down to see that Bazz-B had stuck him with a small syringe.
"You piece o—"
Before Ichigo could draw attention to what just happened, Bazz-B quickly shoved the item back in his pocket and then pushed himself up, not really bothered by Ichigo's extra weight on top of him. Ichigo lost his balance and went to stand, but his legs gave out under him.
Whatever was in that syringe worked really fucking fast. His skin instantly began to tingle and his arms felt heavy. Ichigo opened his mouth to yell at Bazz-B, but the man punched him in the chin before he could get a word out. Next thing he knew, Ichigo was pinned face down on the ground with his privates smashed against the tiles.
Fuckkk!
He was still completely conscious and he didn't feel groggy or sleepy, so it definitely wasn't a sedative like the previous drug. Instead, he was burning up on the inside and his limbs felt like they had anvils glued to them.
Bazz-B snickered under his breath as he let one hand trail down to grope the bare ass beneath him. Ichigo growled when he felt a thumb slip between his cheeks to spread them apart.
"You fucker…" Ichigo squirmed, but his struggles were growing weaker by the second. His skin vibrated with every touch and he flushed in embarrassment when he realized his dick was hardening against his wishes. Pink lips fell open with a shuddering gasp when Bazz-B pressed his thumb down to push against his puckered hole. "G-get... off..." Was all Ichigo was able to choke out. When a whimper escaped his throat, Ichigo realized he was no longer in control of his own body.
He really wanted to know what the fuck was in that syringe.
"Oh, don't worry, pet. I'll get off~"
Ichigo would've rolled his eyes if he could.
To the crowd of inmates it must've looked like Ichigo just ran out of steam from his previous fights and Bazz-B had the upper hand now.
Ichigo somehow managed to push his hands and knees underneath himself and he tried to crawl away. Bazz-B just laughed at the feeble attempt and placed a firm hand onto Ichigo's shoulder blades, pinning down his upper half. Ichigo clenched his teeth and hissed when the thumb that had been teasing him pushed inside. It kept sliding in until it was completely buried and then curled to press directly on his prostate.
Seriously? Was this guy some kind of expert rapist—if there even was such a thing.
"There ya go." Bazz-B practically sang when he heard the gasp fall from Ichigo's trembling lips. "See? Ain't so bad, right? I told you I'd have you on your knees by the end a' today." Bazz-B ignored the seething glare and then pressed down harder on his prostate just as Ichigo opened his mouth to talk back.
"Nggh!" Ichigo choked. He reached back to try and push him off, but his hand was just swatted away. He tensed at the sound of Bazz-B unzipping his suit. He looked over his shoulder with wide eyes and up into the shadowed, grinning face hovering over him. This was getting much too real for his liking. "No! You bastard." Ichigo tried to muster up enough energy to throw the man off, but Bazz-B just pushed all his weight down on Ichigo to keep him still.
And then all at once the weight was gone.
"You fu—!" Bazz-B's curse was cut short.
Ichigo slowly turned onto his side, panting from the effort. He could actually hear his own heart as it slammed against his chest. Ichigo looked up and realized his vision was beginning to blur. All he saw was a blob of white holding up a blob of tan and pink.
He assumed it must be Zangetsu and he was proven right when that familiar metallic voice reached his ears.
"You okay, carrot?"
"P-peachy…" Ichigo stumbled over his words as he tried to shake off the drug. It only seemed to be getting worse though. He carefully climbed back to his feet and then limped forward on weak legs. He probably looked like a newborn calf trying to walk for the first time.
He managed to get close enough so he could see them clearly. Zangetsu had his hand wrapped around Bazz-B's throat and was lifting him off the ground. How strong must this guy be to pick up a full-grown man like he was holding a cat by its scruff?
Bazz-B's face was about the same color as his hair as he struggled to breathe. Ichigo wanted to laugh, but he kept his cool and struggled to bring his hand to Zangetsu's shoulder.
"Put'm down. 'E 'as my papers n' I wanna know where." Ichigo's words were slurring together now. He could barely stay standing.
Zangetsu looked Ichigo up and down with inverted eyes narrowed, but he shrugged and did as he was told—for once.
"Aw c'mon, White! Ya can't just butt into a fight!" One of the inmates in the back called out, making the others raise their voices too.
"Yeah, c'mon!"
"We were enjoying the show!"
"Get outta here, White!"
While Bazz-B was busy rubbing his throat and trying to catch his breath, Zangetsu quickly, but carefully, stuck his hand in the man's pocket to retrieve the empty syringe. Zangetsu then turned to face the crowd with the item raised high for them all to see.
"This is why I stepped in." He then turned to face Shunsui with furrowed brows. "Didju really not fuckin' see him use this?"
The Auctioneer shook his head as he scratched at the scruff along his chin.
"I did not…" The older inmate sighed through his nose and then raised his hand. Zangetsu placed the small item into the man's waiting palm and then turned to Ichigo just before he wobbled over. Ichigo felt another gasp rip from his throat when Zangetsu placed a cool hand atop his heated skin.
He was way too sensitive right now and it was starting to become a real problem. He tried to cringe away from the feeling, but Zangetsu had a firm hold of his arm to keep him from falling.
"This auction is over." Shunsui announced with a frown. He ignored the groans and rounds of 'boo's. "Get out. The guards will be coming in to clean up this mess," He gestured to Renji and Yammy's unconscious bodies, "And they'll add points to anyone still in here when they do."
That alone made the inmates quickly depart. Ichigo blinked his eyes and felt his brows furrow—he could've sworn he saw a familiar blob of blue mix with the crowd, but it was gone the next instant.
The only ones still in the room were Zangetsu, Ichigo, Shunsui, and Bazz-B.
"You've got a lota nerve steppin' in like that, White." Bazz-B spat as he took a step towards the exit. Before he could pass them, Ichigo snatched his elbow.
"Where're they?" Ichigo demanded, brown eyes almost black with rage.
Bazz-B wasn't intimidated. He shrugged and then ripped his arm from Ichigo's weakened grasp. Before Ichigo could growl at him again, he turned his pockets inside out and held up his palms. "I ain't got'm on me. You think I'm stupid or somethin'?" Bazz-B frowned and then immediately turned to make his way towards the exit. Ichigo wanted to say something, but he didn't bother. Byakuya wouldn't be here to collect the papers until tomorrow, so that gave Ichigo a little time to figure out what to do about him.
"I dunno wuhs 'is fuckin' probum, but—" A wave of dizziness crashed over Ichigo again and his legs gave out. Thankfully Zangetsu still had ahold of his arm and pulled him back to his feet. "Da fuck was'n tha' thing?!" Ichigo slurred once his equilibrium was back and pointed to the syringe still in Shunsui's hand. He was frustrated that his speech was deteriorating by the second.
"Ehhhhh…" Zangetsu spoke up first and actually looked a little guilty as he scratched the back of his head. "That's partly my fault I guess…" He looked up with a cheeky grin when Ichigo narrowed his eyes. "That particular drug is actually made 'ere at the prison, but I'm the only one who can sell it. I just happened to sell 'im some yesterday cuz he likes to use it on his bitches..." When Ichigo still continued to glare, Zangetsu added, "I promise I didn't know he was gonna use it on you!"
Ichigo wasn't sure why, but his bottom lip jutted out in a pout. He usually refrains from making such faces, but he still had little control over his own body.
"Poor Keigo…" Ichigo mumbled under his breath, but they were close enough to hear it.
"Yeah… I heard you stole the Pup right out from under Bazz-B. That's probably why he's targeting you, ya know." Shunsui pitched in as he pocketed the empty syringe.
Ichigo tried to lift his hand to wave the man off, but he could barely move his arms. Instead, he turned to address Zangetsu, who was now looking at him with a large grin.
"I forgot ya freed Keigo. You got some kinda hero complex 'r somethin'?"
"Ya know… yer not da first person t'say dat…" Ichigo couldn't stop the grin from spreading his lips. Now that he wasn't in danger of being raped or beaten unconscious, the drug was actually beginning to feel pretty damn good. "You shtill did'n answer m'question," Ichigo said while tilting his head towards Shunsui and the item now in his pocket. "Wuh's IN it?"
"Don't worry 'bout it, Mr. Hero." Zangetsu teased. "It'll wear off in about…" He rolled his eyes up towards the ceiling as he thought. "Four hours, give'r take."
"Fuuuuuck…" Ichigo groaned and then unconsciously leaned into Zangetsu when the floor tilted once more. "THAT long?" He complained, but he didn't say anything when Zangetsu wrapped an arm around his shoulders to hold him more securely.
"Let's find ya some clothes, Mr. Hero." Ichigo could barely hear him now through the drug-induced haze. He couldn't help the giggle that bubbled from his throat. 'Mr. Hero'... He liked the new nickname—It was certainly better than carrot anyway.
"Oh wait." Ichigo snapped and sluggishly turned in Zangetsu's hold until he was facing Shunsui. "Is this it? Am I gonna hafta worry 'bout this nymer?" Ichigo licked his lips and tried to say the last word again, "anymore."
Shunsui couldn't help but laugh out loud. He really, truly, honestly couldn't believe what he was witnessing. This inmate—this NEWBIE—just took out a couple of Hueco Mundo's top fighters, out of the hundreds of inmates in this place, and he even managed to make Bazz-B look like a wimp. Oh but that's not all. The scariest out of every single one of them, the infamous psychopath known as White, was actually coddling the newbie.
He even saved him for fucksake!
They all knew that getting in Bazz-B's way is one of the worst decisions you could ever make in this prison. As long as his father was the Warden, then he was untouchable. White was probably one of the very limited number of people that could get away with pissing him off.
But White had strangled Bazz-B to save some guy that hasn't even been here a full week yet.
Shunsui couldn't really blame him though. Despite the bruises that peppered his face and the split lip, Ichigo was still quite handsome. A 10/10 in anyone's book of eye candy. His fights were also amazing to watch as well.
Renji and Yammy would probably disagree...
"I can't promise that Bazz-B won't try something like that again, but don't worry… King." Shunsui bowed his head to pay his respect. "You don't have to worry about the auctions. I can't speak for everyone else, but you've proven yourself to me. As long as you keep that title of yours, I'll be here if you need any advice." After everything Ichigo just went through to defend himself, he deserved it. Once Shunsui straightened back up, he smirked at the small little dust of red that spread across Ichigo's cheeks. He assumed the man was enjoying his new naming—But what he didn't realize was when he said 'King', all Ichigo could think of was... well… who else but the man with wild blue hair and a cobalt gaze that was just as sharp as his canines. He thought back to the flash of blue he saw before and wondered, if that was Grimmjow, then why didn't he…?
Ichigo huffed through his nose and almost laughed at himself. Was he really just wishing that Grimmjow would have saved him?! Hah!
Ichigo nodded his head in response to Shunsui as the man gave him a small salute before taking his leave. Ichigo tried to banish Grimmjow from his already cloudy thoughts as he turned back around. He didn't want to think about that asshole when he was whole the reason Ichigo got arrested in the first place.
"Alright. Let's get you outta here before the guards show up…" Zangetsu helped Ichigo move forward. The orangette felt kinda bad because he honestly had little control over his own movements. He didn't want Zangetsu carrying him the whole way, but he could barely put one foot in front of the other. The pale man didn't say a word though as he walked Ichigo forward until he could prop him up against the sink. The guy even helped him with his clothes, much to Ichigo's embarrassment.
Surprisingly, Zangetsu didn't make a single pass at him or try to grope him in any perverted way.
"Now I've seen everything."
Both males shot their heads towards the exit—Ichigo being just a little slower in doing so. They blinked when they were blinded by a shiny bald head.
"Mann…" Zangetsu grumbled as Ikkaku crossed his arms over his chest with this big shit-eating grin on his face.
"Did you two just fuck?"
Ichigo's face felt like it was about to melt off as all the blood rushed to it. He was so glad he was back in clothing again.
"Tch. He wishes." Zangetsu jutted his thumb at Ichigo, making the man blush more, if that were possible. "He's just not feelin' too good so we're… gonna…" Zangetsu trailed off when he saw Ikkaku's lips drop into a serious frown and then he was storming forward.
"The fuck happened to you?" Ikkaku demanded as he grasped Ichigo's chin. He not so gently turned the man's face to inspect all the damage he hadn't noticed before.
Whatever Ichigo was drugged with must work like a painkiller because his face felt absolutely fine. It was starting to get a little tough to see out of his left eye though. "Did you do this?" Ikkaku pinned Zangetsu with an accusing look.
Before the pale man could defend himself, Ichigo spoke, "M'fine, Kuku." He giggled at the look he received for using Yumichika's nickname for him. "I jus' wanna lay… dun…" Ichigo started falling sideways off the sink and both Zangetsu and Ikkaku reached out to catch him. Ichigo gasped at the feel of multiple hands on his overheated body. His head fell back and he barely stopped the moan that tore from his chest. The amount of effort it took to act normal had him panting and a slight sheen of sweat was glistening across his face and neck. "Mmn.."
Ikkaku instantly removed his hands, like he'd been burnt, and an actual blush dusted across his cheeks.
"What the fuck was that?" He demanded while inspecting Ichigo's flushed features and dilated pupils. "Are you high?"
Ichigo shook his head in denial but the movement made him dizzy. He found himself leaning against Zangetsu's solid chest for support.
"You know Zaraki is gonna kill me when he finds out about this…" Ikkaku grumbled as he reached up to rub his smooth cranium nervously. "I saw you walking towards Yhwach's office with Toshiro, so I figured you would be okay for a while…" Ikkaku chewed on his lip as he looked down at his feet. "I was supposed to keep an eye on you. I failed the captain..."
Ichigo shrugged his shoulders and he had a big stupid grin slapped across his face. "M'alright! Can't say da same fer tweedledee and tweedledum o'er der doe." Ichigo giggled again as he nodded his head towards the showers.
Ikkaku narrowed his eyes suspiciously at that and quickly jogged to the wall to peer around it. His eyes immediately landed on the two bodies slumped in the corner. Renji was beginning to stir and Ikkaku noticed the way his left arm looked a little out of place. Yammy didn't seem to have any injuries on him, but the giant man was still out cold.
"You did that?" Ikkaku said and his lips dropped into an impressed frown when Ichigo puffed out his chest and grinned. "Well damn… Looks like you weren't the one needing protecting—everyone else did."
Ichigo laughed. It was a deep sound that rumbled through his whole chest and then softened to a content hum. He couldn't recall the last time he genuinely laughed like that. These drugs were really fucking him up.
Ikkaku smirked at the reaction and was about to say something else, but a loud buzz from the speakers interrupted him.
BEEP!
IT'S 11:30 INMATES. You may begin making your way to the cafeteria. It's meatloaf day! Enjoy!
BLPP.
Ichigo's first thought was 'It's only been 2 hours since I first woke!?' But then he felt his stomach squeeze. He forgot how hungry he was… He looked up at Zangetsu with giant chestnut eyes. He didn't even need to say anything because his stomach decided to speak up for him.
GGGGggggrwlllllll…
Zangetsu rolled his golden eyes and then shook his head. "As funny as it would be to watch ya try an' eat meatloaf in the state yer in…" He began with a smirk and it was Ichigo's turn to roll his eyes. "I really think you should try n' sleep this off."
Ichigo didn't need to debate long. He knew Zangetsu was right—he was in no condition to be walking around the prison, so he nodded in acceptance and let the man lead him towards the exit.
"Hey!" Ikkaku snapped when the inmates turned their backs to him. Ichigo could barely lift his head to look over Zangetsu's shoulder, but he managed to lock eyes with baldy. "For the love of god, just please stay out of trouble for the rest of the day…" He begged with a small sigh. Ichigo couldn't help but smirk in amusement but he nodded his head and gave the man a thumbs up.
Satisfied, Ikkaku retreated back to the showers when he heard Renji groan in pain. "Alright, ya big baby. Let's take a look at that arm."
Zangetsu peered out into the hallway and was glad to find it was empty. Most of the inmates were in the canteen now, so it should be smooth sailing to their cell from here.
Ichigo was having trouble focusing on anything. His stomach began to twist and turn and his skin felt like it was melting. He tightened his hold on Zangetsu when a rush of arousal also slammed into him. If Ichigo had to describe the feeling, he'd say it was like getting punched in the gut and blown at the same time.
"H-hurry." Ichigo all but whimpered and Zangetsu quickened the pace. A few guards eyed them curiously but didn't bother stopping them. They knew better than to get in White's way.
When they finally made it back, Ichigo was surprised to find Keigo on his bunk. He was curled up with his knees to his chest, but he instantly popped up when he saw them. Now that the brunette wasn't buried under his blankets or hiding his face, Ichigo finally noticed the large, dark-purple bruise stretched across his temple.
"Did Bu-Bzz… Bu…" Ichigo growled in frustration, "Did Hotshot do dat?" Ichigo pointed to the injury with the hand that was propped up on Zangetsu's shoulder. He frowned when hazel eyes began to swell with tears. Keigo looked down at his feet with a guilty look slapped across his face.
"I…" Keigo swallowed the lump in his throat and shuffled out of the way when Zangetsu moved forward to settle Ichigo into his proper bunk. "I'm really, really sorry, Ichigo." Keigo choked out as he suppressed the urge to sob. "I was the one that told Bazz-B about your transfer… He threatened to…" Keigo swallowed hard and couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence. He hesitantly glanced up at the orangette, expecting to see an angry glare or at least a look of disappointment aimed at him, but Ichigo just blinked with a curious brow raised. "I didn't mean to cause you so much trouble… I'm so sorry."
"Pffff!" Ichigo snorted and then waved the apology off. Now that he was laying down with a pillow under his head, he had a little more energy to move his arms. "You dun need t'pologize." Ichigo's lips were still taking their damn time forming words. "S'not your fault. You—Mnmgh…" Ichigo gritted his teeth as he forced down the strange noise rising from his throat. He clenched his hands in the sheets and squirmed with his head pressed back against the pillow. The tendons along his neck strained and his adam's apple bobbed with the effort to swallow each pitiful sound.
"But…" Keigo frowned at the sudden reaction and eyed Ichigo curiously until he finally noticed the light sheen of sweat that covered his flushed skin. He sagged in realization and then quickly averted his gaze with a blush. Ichigo's hooded auburn eyes were looking straight at him and it made his insides flip. Before Keigo could build up the courage to say anything else, his mouth snapped shut when Zangetsu placed a hand on his shoulder.
"If you wanna make it up to him then take this," he held up one of his money cards directly in Keigo's face, "Get him a bottle of water and somethin' ta eat."
Keigo blinked in disbelief.
Zangetsu never used his money on anyone else before… but here he was—offering up a card and trusting Keigo, of all people, to shop with it. The temptation to take the card and go on a little prison version of a shopping-spree was enticing, but one glance at Ichigo's bruised face and the thought instantly died. He snatched the card and was gone with a determined nod.
Zangetsu stood there and waited to make sure the timid man was really gone, and then spun back around when Ichigo gasped. He watched with hawk-like eyes as the orangette threw his head back with parted lips panting. Long fingers dug at his clothing like it was slowly suffocating him. His lithe body squirmed around but his feet were planted firmly on the mattress. Zangetsu didn't need to ask what was wrong, the large tent in Ichigo's pants clearly indicated the source of his discomfort.
While Ichigo was busy writhing in sexual frustration, Zangetsu quietly took the top sheet from his own bunk and hung it in the cell's open doorway. He tucked the edges into both corners of the metal frame and made sure no one could look inside.
Ichigo clamped his mouth shut to try and stop the insistent noises, but when cold fingers brushed against his face, a long moan vibrated in his chest. He blinked his eyes open to watch as Zangetsu slid into the bed beside him.
Ichigo tensed at the approach and he shifted away at first, but the inmate didn't try anything funny. He just laid there with his inverted eyes pinned to Ichigo and gently stroked his face.
It was so strange…
A few days ago Zangetsu held a knife to his throat and had been ready to slice him open. He didn't even seem to care when Ichigo got himself into trouble.
But now…
"Why…?" Was all Ichigo could whisper, his eyes hooded and face still flushed red.
Instead of answering, Zangetsu slid his fingers up into Ichigo's soft orange spikes and then surged forward to lock their lips together.
That tightly wound string of tension that had been weaving its way between them these passed few days finally snapped. Ichigo's limbs moved purely by instinct while his mind was forced to watch from the backseat.
Zangetsu was a little surprised at how heated Ichigo's reaction was—not that he was complaining.
He smirked into the kiss when eager fingers dug into his hair and then traveled down his neck. They then slipped under his collar in search of more skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Ichigo curled his leg up and snaked it around the other's hip to pull himself closer. He opened his mouth, allowing Zangetsu's blue, raspberry flavored tongue to explore. He then took one of his hands and trailed it down until he had a hold of the other man's zipper. He got it down about halfway before his hand was slapped away. He didn't say anything against it once he felt the other shift.
Zangetsu's mouth and tongue never left Ichigo's as he quickly unzipped his front the rest of the way and then kicked the whole damn suit to the floor, along with his shoes and socks. Ichigo flicked his tongue playfully and then tilted his head so he could press closer without bumping noses. Their mouths meshed together and Ichigo inhaled quickly through his nose in pain. His lip had split back open and it stung like a motherfucker. He wrinkled his nose at the coppery taste of blood, but Zangetsu had the opposite reaction. The deep, gravely groan that came from him should not have been that sexy, but Ichigo felt his eyes roll up into his head as a new rush of arousal swelled in his gut.
"Fuck." Zangetsu pulled away with a hiss when he felt hot fingers slip under his shirt to brush against one of his nipples and then pause to pinch it. With another metallic growl, he latched his teeth to Ichigo's throat and rolled them over until he was on top. Ichigo didn't fight the position—quite the opposite actually—he circled his arms around the man's firm shoulders to pull him closer.
Zangetsu hummed around the flesh between his teeth when Ichigo started to thrust his hips up, grinding their erections together. When Ichigo became too flustered and restless, Zangetsu had to put his full weight on top of the man to keep him still.
He clamped his jaw down and waited until he heard Ichigo whimper before finally detaching his teeth, only to lightly nip and suck his way up, tasting the salty flesh. He could feel Ichigo panting against his own neck and the heat radiating off of him was ridiculously high.
Ichigo groaned in bliss when a hand finally reached down to palm at his throbbing erection. He was painfully hard.
All he could focus on was getting off as quickly as possible.
"N-nnmm.." Ichigo pushed at Zangetsu's chest to make him sit up, only pausing for a moment to feel how solid the muscles there were. Zangetsu smirked at the curious fingers prodding their way down his torso as he reluctantly pulled away. He silently watched as Ichigo retracted his hands to reach for his own clothes. He struggled his way out of the top half of his suit and quickly pulled off the sweat-soaked shirt.
Zangetsu leaned sideways until he collapsed on the bed and rolled over to give Ichigo more room to work. He propped his head up on one elbow to enjoy the show. Ichigo didn't bother looking at him as he moved and wriggled his way out of his damn clothes. He felt about 50% better once he did.
"Ya know…" Zangetsu began with his voice low and deep, "Watching you fight naked…" He leaned forward so that he could hover his face over Ichigo's, letting their lips brush against each other. "Was probably the hottest fuckin' thing I've ever seen~" He grinned down at Ichigo and chuckled when the man averted his gaze in embarrassment.
"Shuddup…" Ichigo grumbled and his eyelids fell halfway. He lifted his head to nip playfully at the other's bottom lip.
"Don't tell me what t—" Zangetsu growled deep in his chest when Ichigo silenced him by grabbing a handful of his snow white hair and pulling him down into another soul-sucking kiss.
Deciding that he'd rather fuck than fight, Zangetsu reached down to grab his own boxers. He didn't bother stripping all the way. He merely tugged the hem down just enough to pull himself out. He stroked lazily as he motioned for Ichigo to turn around with his other hand.
Ichigo nibbled on his bottom lip before glancing down to see the thick, veiny appendage revealed to him. He stopped to debate the consequences for a whole two seconds before shrugging. He was too horny and drugged up at the moment to really care about what would happen after. He needed release and he needed it now.
Ichigo pressed his cheek down against the pillow and slowly turned onto his side so his back was facing the other and he was looking straight at the wall against his bunk. Zangetsu took his time caressing Ichigo's heated skin and basked in the little impatient noises he made. Grinning like the cat that ate the canary, Zangetsu took his nails and scratched down the middle of Ichigo's smooth chest to the bottom of his abdomen. He didn't stop until he came to a patch of dark orange pubic hair. The deep sound that filled the room was glorious and Zangetsu rewarded Ichigo by finally grabbing his erection.
Ichigo opened his lips in a silent scream and threw his head back, nearly knocking Zangetsu in the nose. The albino just hummed at the reaction and began to pump Ichigo's cock. Precum was already leaking profusely, dribbling down to coat his fingers. He trailed open-mouthed kisses across the delicious neck straining beneath him and listened to Ichigo's soft pants.
The orangette reached back and dug his fingers into the other's shirt, signaling that he was close to bursting. Instead of letting Ichigo cum like he wanted, Zangetsu removed his hand. He grinned at the death glare he received for that and tried to appease the flustered male by attaching their lips for another tongue dance. Ichigo had to bend awkwardly to accommodate, but he didn't complain as a blue tongue rolled against his own teasingly. He did, however, grunt in both surprise and arousal when he felt Zangetsu's fingers, that had once been jacking him off, slide between his ass cheeks.
Now… Ichigo was no virgin, by any means, not even to anal. With the exception of Inoue and Rukia (Which had been a drunken mistake), Ichigo had only ever slept with men. He usually topped in most cases, but that's not to say he didn't enjoy receiving.
He knew what to expect, but it's been a long time since he's done anything that involved his own rectum.
Ichigo winced and clenched down when Zangetsu pushed three fingers inside all at once. The pain was minimal since the fingers were slick with his own precum, but it wasn't exactly the greatest lubricant.
"Relax…" Zangetsu said in a low whisper. He gently wiggled his digits further inside until Ichigo's grip on him lessened, then he began working them in and out. Ichigo was so overly sensitive. He gasped, and huffed, and squirmed at the pressure building up in his gut. Zangetsu dug his thumb into the side Ichigo's ass. He pressed into the tight muscle there with a circular motion, massaging it.
Ichigo felt himself completely relax in that moment and it allowed Zangetsu's fingers deeper inside.
"That's it. Take it..."
Ichigo's skin prickled at the warm breath that washed over his skin. He slapped a hand over his own mouth when a particularly loud moan tried to escape.
"Heh, there it is~"
Ichigo felt Zangetsu's grin press into his shoulder, but he barely noticed it over the pleasant hum that engulfed his body. Bazz-B had pressed his prostate earlier, but it had been nowhere near this intense. It might have been because he was so unbelievably turned on right now. His dick was weeping. It was about to explode without even being touched.
"Nnnn…" Ichigo whined through his fingers. Zangetsu pressed in harder to see what other noises he could pry from the man. Ichigo did a good job holding back though. Feeling challenged, Zangetsu quickly curled and spread his fingers until he could slide in a fourth.
With a gasp, Ichigo turned his head to stare into the lustful gaze peering over his shoulder. "Fuck me already." Ichigo whispered, eyes hooded seductively.
Zangetsu felt himself freeze up and his own inverted eyes widened at the demand. He had to actually stop to take in the sight of this tempting specimen.
He wondered if Ichigo really understood just how handsome he was. The bruises did little to hide his features; The high cheekbones dusted with a very light layer of freckles, the dark chestnut irises flecked with spots of gold, the sharp jawline, the lightly tanned skin, and even the cute ears that were as red as his blushing cheeks.
"As the King commands." Zangetsu found himself saying with a wicked smirk.
Ichigo didn't have time to regret his decision as he was rolled onto his stomach. He hissed under his breath when his erection got caught between the cold sheets and his heated abdomen.
Strong hands lifted his hips while long legs nudged his knees apart. He felt the blunt head of Zangetsu's dick as it pressed against his stretched hole. Ichigo wanted to push himself up onto his hands, but he was stopped by a firm grip at the back of his head. He sucked in a sharp breath when his face was suddenly pushed right into the pillow.
For one horrifying, drug-enhanced second, Ichigo thought that Zangetsu was attempting to suffocate him. He soon realized that he was just trying to mute his scream as he was penetrated. Zangetsu didn't go slow, he just shoved himself inside—didn't even spit on it or anything. He kept one hand latched to Ichigo's hip and eventually lifted the other from his head when Ichigo finally went silent.
Ichigo dug his elbows into the mattress and gripped the sheets as he threw his head back. All that escaped were ragged pants and deep gasps for air. He looked back to see that Zangetsu had his eyes squeezed shut and his body was curled over him so that he didn't hit his head on the top bunk.
"Fuuuuuckk, yer tight. Goddamn~"
The corner of Ichigo's lip lifted into a smirk when he felt Zangetsu's head drop. He pressed his forehead against the back of Ichigo's neck and a shuddering breath left his lungs once his hips were flush against the firm ass beneath him. But then he stopped moving..
Zangetsu was almost trembling from the effort to remain still. For some unknown reason, he was actually waiting for Ichigo to adjust. All he did was make very shallow thrusts as he rolled his hips, causing his glans to constantly brush against Ichigo's prostate. To also help speed things along, Zangetsu took his hand that was currently bruising Ichigo's hip and slid it diagonally until he could grab both of their balls. He rolled them together and gently massaged them in his palm.
"Oh god." Ichigo gasped as both his spine and dick tingled. "Move, White…" Ichigo snapped with a hiss of pleasure. His eyes were clenched shut, but he made sure to stay relaxed when Zangetsu did as he was told. "Yessss." Ichigo let his head drop back down so he could bite the pillow to keep from moaning.
Zangetsu released their sacs so he could hold Ichigo by the waist with both hands. The whole bunk rattled and the thin mattress slid around the metal frame from the brutal pace. Ichigo sounded like he was loving it though. His sensitive body was on fire from the amount of pleasure coursing through his veins. The pillow did a terrible job stopping the sounds he made, much to Zangetsu's delight.
In fact. He wanted to hear more.
Pale fingers snaked up to weave into bright orange hair once more and Ichigo gulped when his head was yanked backwards. In retaliation, he clenched around Zangetsu's dick hard enough to make his thrusts falter. Ichigo couldn't look back because of the grip in his hair, but he could hear and feel the low moan that vibrated in the other's chest. Snickering, Ichigo tightened his muscles and clenched down as hard as he could. Zangetsu was forced to pause until Ichigo decided to release him.
Last he checked, Zangetsu was the one in the dominant position, but now he realized Ichigo was the one calling the shots.
"Too tight…" Zangetsu tried to sound angry but his growl trailed off into a soft whimper when Ichigo refused to relax. He released the soft orange hair still in his grasp and then slid his hand down the man's beautifully arched back. He continued his journey until he had Ichigo's erection in his grasp. He felt the walls constricting him quiver and then squeeze impossibly tight.
"Fuck, yer hot as hell." Zangetsu stroked Ichigo a few times before placing both hands on the bed so he could hover over the man. "C'monnn~ Ya gotta relax for me…" He hissed under his breath. He tried rolling his hips to get Ichigo to loosen up, but the man had a surprisingly strong grip. Lustful brown eyes gazed back at him with a mischievous glint.
"Wuh's the magic word?"
Zangetsu scoffed under his breath and was about to make a snarky reply, but his eyes rolled into the back of his head and his breath left his body when Ichigo suddenly pulled his hips away and then purposefully clenched down on just the head of his dick.
"Fucking hellll. Okay. Please. Please, lemme fuck you."
Zangetsu felt like his pride just got stabbed, but fuck—it was worth it. Ichigo relaxed all at once and his chest sagged into the mattress. He let out a long groan when Zangetsu quickly sheathed himself back inside. He wasted no time thrusting into the ready, pliant body beneath him. Instead of just brutally plowing into him the whole time though, Zangetsu decided to slowly pull himself out until only the tip remained before sliding back inside. He repeated this a dozen times, all while watching Ichigo's expression change from annoyed to blissful.
But it was-
"Not… enough..." Ichigo huffed out between pants. He reached up to grab the metal stilts that held the bunk together, lifting his upper half off the bed. He braced himself as he growled, "Harder…"
Zangetsu felt his insides coil in excitement and he gladly complied. Ichigo used his hold on the bed to push himself back against Zangetsu's harsh thrusts. His thighs quivered and Ichigo panted at the intense pleasure this new angel brought, his spot was hit with every single gloriously violent thrust. Ichigo let his head dangle as he relaxed his neck. After a second he opened his eyes just enough to see white, long, well-muscled thighs between his own. The other's boxers had fallen down and got caught around spaced out knees, but it didn't matter. Ichigo then looked further up to watch his own hard erection as it swayed back and forth with every thrust, occasionally swinging hard enough to slap against his abs.
Ichigo came with a low groan, his dick bobbing and twitching as he released. At least three different loads spurted from him, one after the other, long streams of semen splashing his stomach and dripping to the sheets.
Zangetsu felt Ichigo tighten around him, but it wasn't hard enough to stop him this time. So he kept going. He didn't stop. Not even when Ichigo suddenly released his hold on the metal frame then sagged into the mattress with a soft whine.
Ichigo's body hummed and vibrated from the intense orgasm. He felt pleasantly numb.
Zangetsu continued to pump into the limp, exhausted man, reveling in the pleasure. He was so fucking close, but he needed something to tip him over the edge.
"Say m'name." He growled, his breath coming out in soft puffs as he panted. Ichigo peered over his shoulder with glazed eyes.
"White." Ichigo huffed, but said man shook his head and slapped a hand across the right side of his ass. Ichigo yelped in surprise and hissed at the sting, but not from pain. His dick, which had yet to fully soften, twitched in excitement when he looked up to see the large hand that had spanked him was poised to strike again.
"My real name." He demanded without stopping his hips. Ichigo's eyes rolled to the back of his head and his lids clenched shut from all the different feelings pinballing inside him. "Say it!"
Smack!
"Yes!" Ichigo keened when he was spanked once more. This was too much for him! Spanking had always been a hidden kink for Ichigo, but the last person to discover it had been Grimmjow.
Ichigo felt his libido spike at the thought of his wild but passionate ex-lover.
With renewed energy, Ichigo quickly readjusted his knees to lift his hips higher and then reached back to grab each of his cheeks to spread them apart. The position allowed Zangetsu to penetrate even deeper.
"Fu-u-u-u-uck." Ichigo practically sang, his voice halting with every forward thrust. "Zan-get-suuu-uu-uo-oo-oo!"
With a strangled moan, said man slammed all the way inside and then ripped himself away so that he could ejaculate across Ichigo's back.
Zangetsu took a moment to appreciate the view-the way Ichigo's hole clenched and winked at him, as if it missed the fullness of his dick. Biting his bottom lip, Zangetsu reached down and pulled up on his still hard, but spent, dick then let it go so the underside slapped against Ichigo's abused entrance, smirking when the orangette gasped and jumped in surprise. Chuckling to himself, Zangetsu enjoyed the mind-numbing orgasm that continually wrapped around his body before finally collapsing onto his side. His chest rose and fell as he gulped down some much needed air.
With an amused grin, Ichigo slumped down and stretched out his legs to lay flat on the bed, his own chest heaving. They laid there in silence for a long minute, just enjoying the aftermath. Once they caught their breath and were fully relaxed, Ichigo lifted his head long enough to turn the other cheek so he could look towards Zangetsu. The man had his eyes closed and arms crossed behind his head. His lips were slightly parted as he took in deep, calming breaths. It almost looked like he'd fallen asleep.
Ichigo tested that by shifting closer and then pushing himself up to hover over the other man's face. Zangetsu was obviously awake; When he felt the mattress move, his eyebrows rose and he peeked one eye open to glance up at Ichigo. He saw the curious look shining down at him and closed his eye with a smirk.
"If ya wan' another round, ya gotta gimme a sec."
Ichigo didn't have the energy to be embarrassed and just scoffed with a roll of his eyes. It felt like the drugs were starting to wear off—even though it's only been about 40 minutes since Bazz-B stuck him.
Now that his body wasn't tingling beyond his control, the injuries on his face were starting to become apparent. At least his mind wasn't foggy anymore and he could move freely. It seemed that even though he wasn't completely immune to the drug, he still had a pretty high tolerance. It was better than nothing, he supposed.
"Actually, I wanted to ask you something…" Ichigo was glad that he could talk normally now.
Zangetsu didn't bother opening his eyes. He just stretched his body with a satisfied groan and relaxed on the bed. "What?" He grunted.
"Am I really the king of the whole prison? I still don't understand how that works…" Ichigo scratched his cheek as he laid back down on his stomach. He wanted to know as much as he could—that way he didn't wind up in another auction situation. "I'm just curious. Like—What can I do?"
Zangetsu debated whether or not he should say anything, but the euphoria he felt made his lips loose.
"A King is a King… You can pretty much do whatever the hell ya want." Zangetsu scratched an itch behind his ear as he spoke, "You're still an inmate, so ya gotta be careful 'bout the guards. BUT, ya've got Baldy and Zaraki wrapped 'round your finger so you should be fine. As for bein' King a' the whole prison… Eehhh…" Zangetsu shrugged his shoulders, "Shunsui is a high ranking Shinigami and he has a lot of influence, so if he's callin' you King, then the rest of the Shinigami will follow." He raised a hand to swirl it in the air as he continued, "The Quincy… wellll… Hotshot is the leader, and he obviously hates yer guts, so you won't be able to boss them around."
Ichigo crossed his arms as he soaked in the, for once, useful information. It was good to know that Zangetsu was a talker after sex.
"What about the Vasto Lordes? Who's their leader?" Ichigo asked and his curiosity soared when Zangetsu finally opened his eyes to lock gazes with him. "It's Grimmjow, isn't it…?" Ichigo grumbled with a frown.
Zangetsu huffed through his nose. "No. He's just a puppet. Ya took away Blue's only power your first day here."
Ichigo felt gratified to know that he'd really fucked over Grimmjow's control. He might be attracted to the man, but he still hated his fucking guts.
"You didn't answer my question." Ichigo rose a brow expectantly and Zangetsu smirked.
"So demanding…" He joked, but his frown returned when he finally answered. "Their leader is some big, hairy dude who calls himself Grand Fisher."
Zangetsu tensed up and a small squeak escaped his throat when he was suddenly grabbed by the front of his shirt and then pulled up to stare into narrowed eyes glowing with fury. He blinked and just observed Ichigo's face as his expression changed from pissed off, to confused, and then back to pure rage.
"Grand Fisher… he's here!?" Ichigo demanded and when Zangetsu didn't immediately reply, he shook him a little. "I fuckin' knew there was a reason the warden mentioned that bastard! How long has he been here!? Where is he?"
"Woah, woah, woah!" Zangetsu swept his arm up to slap away Ichigo's hold on him but he remained sitting up so he could stare directly at the flustered man. "What's got you so riled up?"
"Answer me." Ichigo snarled without letting up.
"Fine!" Zangetsu snapped and raised his hands in defeat when it looked like Ichigo was ready to start swinging. As much as he would like to fight the orangette, he was still trying to enjoy his post sex high. "Yes, okay?! Grand Fisher is here, but he's usually locked up in solitary. He rarely leads the Vasto Lordes anymore since Blue started calling the shots, but I heard he'll be in the yard today before lockdown…" He watched skeptically as Ichigo slumped forward and stared down at his own clenched fists.
He was so quiet all of a sudden…
"Ya know…" Zangetsu began when the other just continued to mope in silence. "You seem to know a lota people in this place. You sure that comin' here was an accident?"
Ichigo finally looked up at that and his brows furrowed into a scowl.
"What do you mean…?"
Zangetsu shrugged his shoulders and frowned as he inspected his nails. "Look, I dunno what you did to get here or why yer papers were all fucked up, BUT, I know that this place is crooked as fuck. There can only be so many coincidences until it starts gettin' suspicious…"
Ichigo chewed on his bottom lip in thought while rolling the tip of his tongue against the cut there. He said nothing so Zangetsu continued talking.
"I meannnn… Ya just happen ta know the Captain? And Blue is your ex—Who just so happens to be in a gang led by someone you obviously know as well… what'd they do to piss you off anyway?"
Ichigo looked everywhere except the other man's curious face. Usually he'd try to change the subject or ignore the question all together, but he found himself actually debating his answer. He wasn't sure why, but he felt like he could trust this man. Despite the rough start and the strange development in their so-called friendship… Zangetsu was starting to grow on him.
It was still too soon though.
"What? You want me spilling all of my secrets in some heartfelt confession?" Ichigo joked with a cheeky grin. "The sex was good, but it wasn't that good."
Zangetsu mockingly put a hand to his heart as if he'd been offended, but then he smirked.
"Is that a challenge?"
Ichigo fought off the heat that sizzled and coiled in his gut. Zangetsu leaned forward and brought his face close to the other's. He desperately wanted to bite that swollen bottom lip Ichigo had just been nibbling on, but he was interrupted by the sound of a baton slamming against their cell door.
"Knock, knock!" A voice called from behind the sheet that still hung in the doorway. "Prisoner #156! C'mon out!"
With a groan of annoyance, and slight disappointment, Ichigo crawled over Zangetsu and hopped out of the bunk. He rose his lip in disgust when he felt the dried cum on his back and stomach crack and peel against his skin, but he ignored it. He put his clothes on as quickly as he could before finally ripping down the sheet to reveal the dark-haired guard from yesterday, Maki.
"Yeah…?" Ichigo asked, and he frowned when Maki's eyes widened at the sight of him.
"Hah! I've heard some people like it rough, but damn." Maki joked while gesturing to Ichigo's injuries, but the inmate just shrugged it off.
"What do you want?" Ichigo mumbled irritably, making the guard sober.
"You've got a visitor." He gestured for the inmate to follow. "So we better hurry before visiting hour is up."
Ichigo looked back to see that Zangetsu was laying back down on his bunk, just watching him.
"I'm not done asking questions." Ichigo said sternly. Zangetsu rolled his eyes but then sighed.
"Fine. I'll be here when ya get back, Mr. Hero."
Ichigo chose not to comment and just nodded before turning to catch up with Maki. At first he thought his visitor must be Byakuya, since their phone call didn't end well… but that guess faded when they passed the private visiting room Byakuya had used before. Instead, he was led to a larger room that was split in half by a wall of bulletproof glass. There was a long shelf and a concrete bottom that traveled along the lower half of the glass. A line of phones were attached on either side.
There were a few people already inside, each speaking through the phones, but most of their faces were blocked by the dividers that jutted out between each seat. This way the inmates had a little privacy.
"Go on, you've got about twenty minutes." Maki lightly shoved Ichigo forward, but the orangette didn't say a word. He just continued walking and peered into each booth until he locked eyes with painfully familiar grey ones.
Inoue...
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TBC
* I honestly can't help but think of that scene in Princess Bride with Andre the giant lol
I know this was supposed to be more GrimmjowXIchigo centric, but I really enjoy writing Zangetsu. don't worry though, Grimmjow is important