Author's Note: okay so! This story is gonna keep rolling with smut, cuz I realize I've been a little too focused on the angst and the plot. Let me know if Ichigo seems too OOC in this chapter. I tried. Lol

Oh! And there's a short switch in POV halfway through, but just go along with it.

Lies Open Prison Doors

Chapter 9: Felatio Marathon

Ichigo spent the next week trying to keep himself busy. Half the time he used recreating his old workout routine to keep his muscles and joints from going stiff; The other half he spent doing other necessities—like eating the sparse two meals shoved through his slot, sleeping (fitfully due to an unsettling amount of recurring erotic-nightmares), relieving himself after waking, and then jerking off before going to sleep. During each action he kept his mind busy as well, trying to think of his next move.

His overall goal was to get another opportunity to kill Grand Fisher, but he needed to do it without getting caught. That was usually his specialty, but he didn't have any of his special gadgets nor his greatest weapon of all: the element of surprise. Ginjou's disappointed voice echoed in his head

'Now Grand Fisher has his guard up. Good fucking luck getting to him now.'

He's right. Now that he knew Reaper was here, it won't be so easy to approach him.

To add to his frustration, he had no idea what was going on beyond the solid metal door of his cell. He hadn't seen Kenpachi or Ikkaku since that first day he was thrown in here and the daily guard that handed him his food would ignore his questions.

He even tried to ask if he could get a chance to shower… No such luck. So Ichigo had to do his workouts buck naked to keep from sweating in his only pair of clothes.

At least his face didn't hurt anymore. Whatever it was that Yumichika used—it certainly did work fast. The only injuries that were still clearly visible was his split lip, the rough scratches on his palms, and the cut along his cheek. The small slit that had been on his throat, courtesy of Zangetsu, was gone and even the bruises were nonexistent now.

Ichigo released a soft pant as he lowered himself for the two-hundredth time. His shoulders burned and a familiar sting wrapped around his bicep in the complicated pushup. He had his feet spread and braced on top of the cot's frame and one hand placed firmly on the ground. He popped himself back onto the sheets with a grunt then took a moment to catch his breath.

He always felt better after a good workout, even if only a little, and it helped focus his mind. Maybe he also felt a little annoyed at Ginjou's 'rusty' comment and wanted to get himself back into top fighting shape, not only to spitefully prove him wrong but also because he'd felt way too sore after both the auction and the white fight.

Not that a week of intense workout would truly make a big difference. If anything, he was probably wasting energy.

But he needed to keep himself busy.

After his embarrassing break down in front of Zaraki, Ichigo actually felt a lot… lighter? He was still antsy and impatient, but he also wasn't emotionally pent up anymore. It was a strange bundle of feelings to keep contained; like trying to hold a swarm of bugs while they crawled and dug between your fingers.

Shff…

Clack…

Ichigo quickly climbed back into his stale clothing when the hall's entrance opened and closed. Then he heard multiple footsteps heading towards his cell.

The week was finally over!

When his door wasn't immediately opened, Ichigo found himself impatiently marching back and forth along the far wall. He could hear rustling on the other side of his door followed by quiet mumbling, but none of the voices sounded familiar to him.

He paused in his endless loop of pacing when the long slot in the door opened.

Ichigo's brows furrowed into a tense scowl. He'd already eaten breakfast and lunch today, so why—

"Inmate #156." One of the guards spoke loud enough to be heard through the door. "Put your hands through the opening until both wrists are completely visible."

An annoyed huff escaped flaring nostrils as Ichigo realized what they wanted. Did he really need to be handcuffed?

Peeking through the slot, Ichigo could see that there were at least four different guards standing just outside.

Red flags.

Lots of red fucking flags.

Deciding not to push his luck, Ichigo did as he was told. He didn't want to give any of these men a reason to add points to his record. Ichigo knew it was a slim chance to get out within his original 8 months, but he was willing to swallow his pride to keep it.

He may not have a shot with Inoue anymore (he'd come to terms with his feelings about that in the last week), but he still had to think about Neliel and Rukia. He was still willing to try for them.

Ichigo pulled his arms back and retreated a few steps when the short cuffs were locked around each wrist. The door unlocked and then swung open to reveal a total of five guards. One of which he recognized as Maki. He was behind the group though, and seemed reluctant to be there.

The ringleader of the group was a man with average height and even more average cropped black hair. His eyes were pale blue and narrow, but what caught Ichigo's attention was the vertical scar etched across the left corner of his mouth.

His nametag read: Cang Du

"You've been released from solitary, inmate. You'll be rejoining general population." The man explained in a firm voice. "But," He quickly added, effectively stopping Ichigo as he opened his mouth to reply, "Before we do that, I heard you've been inquiring about shower privileges." No expression accompanied those words, but a small lilt of amusement could be heard in his voice.

Ichigo's guard had already been up, but now he felt his gut clench with dread.

"That's okay. I'd rather just go back to my cell." Ichigo tried to find a way out of this, but he already knew it wouldn't be that easy. He wasn't surprised by Cang's response.

"Nonsense. You must feel gross in those clothes. All dirty… and sweaty." He raised his hand and trailed two fingers up the length of Ichigo's throat, gathering a small dab of said sweat and dirt. Ichigo steeled himself not to react to the strange touch. He kept his gaze locked on the pale blue eyes staring right back at him. "I also heard from Maki that you like it rough. Is that true?"

Ichigo forced down the small blush that tried floating to his cheeks. He sculpted his face into the perfect scowl and said nothing. Cang finally retreated his hand then rubbed his thumb against the tips of his fingers, inspecting the grime he'd collected.

"Come on, guys. Let's get his majesty all washed up." Cang gestured for two of his accomplices to grab Ichigo. When the orangette snarled and started to struggle, Cang quickly reached for his belt. Ichigo's limbs stiffened and tensed painfully when the sharp prongs of a taser stabbed him in the abdomen. When the weapon retreated, Ichigo's whole body sagged. For a moment, the hands around his arms were the only things keeping him up, but then he managed to plant both feet beneath himself. "Every time you struggle, you get tased." Cang's face remained stoic as he watched Ichigo's expression morph from angry, to frustrated, to pissed off, and then to reluctant submission.

Ichigo gritted his teeth at the victorious glint in the other's eyes.

This motherfucker…

He didn't struggle this time as he was pushed forward. He noticed Maki's eyes were downcast and he hung back as the group started making their way towards gen pop.

A few inmates that had been loitering around their open cells scattered when they noticed the group of guards marching through. Cang and the others paid them no mind, and the inmates paused when they noticed Ichigo was in the middle of them.

"'Ey… King's back." He heard one of them whisper.

Ichigo's anxiousness spiked when he realized they were in C Wing and the restroom was within sight. His chest constricted and he had to stop himself from pushing back as they got closer and closer.

But then they passed right by it.

Wait… Isn't that where the showers were?

Ichigo grunted as a hand shoved at his shoulder, forcing him to pick up the pace.

Soooo, whatever they were about to do had nothing to do with showering… or maybe they were heading to one of the other restrooms instead?

That last thought got crushed when they turned down the next hall that led straight towards the yard. He frowned and glanced sideways to look through the tall windows traveling along the hall. He could see straight into the yard and immediately noticed a row of inmates gathered outside. They were settled against the fence in a long, single line. Some were leaning against the chains while others chit chatted with their neighbor. They all seemed to be waiting for something… or for someone, he supposed: Bazz-B's pink mohawk stood out like a beacon among the line of men, and Ichigo sneered when their eyes locked. The wide grin on his face told Ichigo that he had something to do with this.

Chestnut eyes blinked in surprise when he was shoved passed the yard entrance to a completely separate door that he'd never noticed before. It was painted the same bland green as the wall and there was no knob, just an indented handle in the metal, so it was easy to miss.

Cang fished an ID card from around his neck and inserted it near the handle in order to unlock this particular door. He told Maki to stay behind and keep a lookout as he and the others walked through.

Ichigo locked eyes with the raven-haired guard and saw him purse his lips and mouth a small apology before closing the door behind them.

Chestnut eyes squinted in the sunlight for a moment to adjust before finally taking a good look around. It was just a small fenced in area that was separated from the yard. Like their own little backyard that was about 6 paces wide on each side. He also couldn't help but notice there were no cameras...

The fence that separated this mini yard to the regular yard was where the inmates had gathered. Ichigo could see Bazz-B's smirking face clearly through the chainlink and he had an urge to punch the long fingers he saw peeking through.

Bazz-B's buddies were all gathered around as well, some of which he recognized from the rape-incident with Keigo.

Ichigo's sour expression slipped into curiosity when one of the guards came forward and unlocked one of his cuffs but not the other. The man then backed away to let Cang take over. Hanging from the main guard's hand was a large hose that they managed to squeeze through the fence. The hose was connected to a pump a few feet away. This wasn't your regular garden hose either. Instead of a small, squeezable clasp and adjustable knob to choose the pressure, there was a thick lever near the opening that cranked back.

"Strip down to your boxers." Cang commanded. When Ichigo didn't move, he added "Don't want your clothes to get wet, do ya?" He raised the hose and drummed his fingers against the handle for emphasis.

Ichigo still refused to move.

His body had been on display way too much for his liking. He hated being put in these situations and it seemed to be a never ending occurrence here. Especially with Bazz-B involved.

Ichigo snuck a glance towards the bright-haired nuisance to see that stupid smirk still plastered on his face.

Cang's lips tightened with impatience.

"If you don't do as you're told," He slung the hose over his shoulder as he reached into his chest pocket to pull out a small notebook, "I can easily write a report to add points. Even Captain Zaraki won't be able to save your precious record if I hand it straight to the warden..."

Ichigo's lip rose in distaste and he sent another seething glare before finally conceding. He grudgingly unzipped his prisonsuit and then shook it off, one limb at a time. Once he had the shirt over his head, that same guard from before stepped forward to grasp the handcuff still dangling from his wrist. Ichigo kicked both articles of clothing towards the far corner of the mini yard just before the cuff was slapped on his other wrist.

At least they let him keep his boxers on…

"Now then…" Cang waited until his buddy was back behind him before shrugging the hose off his shoulder to aim it straight at Ichigo. "Hope you're thirsty." The scar wrinkled as a tiny smirk twitched across the man's lips.

Ichigo closed his eyes and braced himself when Cang pulled on the lever. There was a short 5 second delay as the water pumped from its source. The wait was just long enough to cause a little suspense before water exploded from the opening. Air left his lungs like he'd been punched in the chest.

It was fucking COLD!

"God da—"

Ichigo choked and turned his head when Cang aimed the strong spray at his face. The force of the water almost toppled him over but he straightened his stance and slowly backed up until he was braced against the chain link fence.

When it was too hard to breathe without getting a lungful of water, Ichigo tried to move out of the way. He was able to catch his breath for a split second before Cang adjusted his aim. With a growl, Ichigo decided to turn himself completely around. He reached up with his cuffed hands and grasped the fence as he tensed and shivered from the cold.

"Lookin' good, Pet!"

Chestnut eyes snapped open and scowled straight towards Bazz-B but then he quickly turned his head back when the spray shifted to his face again. He lifted his shoulders to block some of the spray as it shoved and pushed him around.

Then it was turned off.

Goosebumps erupted across his whole body when a soft breeze ghosted over his damp and raw skin.

"I think I missed a spot on his face, but he keeps squirming." Cang said, that sinister gleam in his eye the only thing to pierce his stoic expression. "Hold him down."

Two out of his three 'minions' moved forward to grab the soaked inmate. Ichigo let a snarl slip, but he reminded himself not to fight back. He was forcefully toppled to the ground and then they pinned him down on his back. Fingers were wrapped firmly around each shoulder and there was a hand in his hair to keep his face pointed upward.

Cang slowly made his way forward, noticing how Ichigo was tense and shaking from the cold. He usually preferred his victims to shake in fear, but this would do… He planted boot-clad feet on either side of the inmate's torso and then lifted the hose once more.

Ichigo felt a small bubble of panic swell in his chest as he looked up into the hose, its gaping mouth almost as wide as his head. A trickle of water dripped down onto his forehead and Ichigo gulped nervously.

Were they seriously about to—

He barely managed to take a quick breath before Cang suddenly turned the water back on. Ichigo kicked out to try and push the man away, but the fourth guard that had been watching on the sidelines finally jumped in to hold his ankles. Ichigo squirmed and thrashed and shook his head, but they each used their full weight to keep him pinned. Every time he managed to free his shoulders and try to sit up, Cang would kick him in the chest while the guard holding his hair pulled him back down.

He was running out of time, he couldn't hold his breath forever.

Ichigo had been waterboarded twice before; First time had been a part of Ginjou's fucked up training, the second was during a higher ranked military prep routine. So Ichigo could comfortably say he could withstand a good amount of torture. Only… waterboarding was normally done on a slanted surface with your feet up high. The incline made it so the water filled your mouth and sinuses but stayed out of your lungs.

So you wouldn't drown.

After a solid two minutes, Ichigo couldn't hold his breath any longer. The pressure of the water forced its way up his nose to stream down the back of his throat. He tried to turn his head once more when his mouth opened automatically.

Fuck!

There was no way he was dying like this.

Ichigo didn't like using this trick too often, especially with so many witnesses—plus the fact it hurt like a bitch afterwards… but what choice did he have? He used the opposite hand to pop his right thumb completely out of its socket and managed to wriggle his hand from the cuff. Luckily they hadn't squeezed the cuffs on the flat side of his wrist so there was enough room to get free. The adrenaline and panic from nearly drowning filled him with desperate energy so he didn't feel any pain as it happened.

Ichigo reached up before the guards noticed his movement and roughly twisted at the hands pinning his shoulders. He then used the hold on his ankles to quickly sit up, wincing at the grip still in his hair. He raised one arm to block Cang's foot as it went to kick him again. He couldn't see clearly after the waterlogging and he was too busy coughing to aim properly when he punched, but he knew he hit something.

The hose hit the ground with a solid CLANK. When Ichigo's vision cleared, he found Cang lying on his side, curled up and gently grasping his balls.

Ichigo removed the hand from his head and turned to roll back to his feet, but he was instantly pushed back down. He was too busy hacking up water from his lungs to stand properly anyway. He spat out a mouthful of liquid and took in deep gulps of air, not bothering to move when more hands pinned his arms down.

"Pfffhahahaha! I told you to keep your guard up, Cang! He likes goin' for those cheap shots!" Bazz-B snarked, "You also remember yer dealin' with a notorious killer, right?"

Ichigo was still panting as he turned his head to look at Bazz-B. He knew what the asshole was doing: Kicking him while he was down by chipping away at his pride.

He hated to admit that it was working. He knew he looked nothing like the rumors portrayed, especially when he was soaked to the bone and practically naked with his teeth chattering between each coughing fit.

To gain back a little bit of dignity, Ichigo quickly grappled his way out of their hold using only his uninjured hand. He then stormed forward until he was right in front of Bazz-B's face. If only the fence wasn't in the way, he'd show this asshole how 'notorious' he really was.

Bazz-B's smirk dropped into a thin line when he found himself staring straight into fiery auburn eyes. This man was no joke; the hate he saw sizzling through that hot gaze… it dwarfed any other look he'd received before. It was almost erotic with the way drenched bangs swept across his vision.

Bazz-B quickly glanced down when Ichigo raised both hands, then he heard the shallow 'pop' as the man pulled his thumb back into place. Ichigo never flinched or made a sound, and that murderous gaze never drifted. A shiver curled up Bazz-B's spine. All of his senses suddenly jolted to life and a rush of warmth tingled across his skin.

"Ya sure you should be attackin' the guards like that? Wouldn't want another point, wouldja?" The smirk was back. "But then that would mean yer scared, right?"

Pink lips pursed and orange brows furrowed. "Fuck you," Ichigo growled.

"All in due time," Was Bazz-B's ingenious reply.

Ichigo tensed when the guards rushed him from behind. They pressed his body firmly against the fence before jerking both arms behind his back.

"Man… that fuckin' hurt…" Cang hissed under his breath once he managed to get back to his feet. He gave his sore balls one last comforting squeeze before righting himself. "Guess I shoulda expected you to get out of handcuffs… good thing I brought these." He pulled out a double lock zip tie as he spoke and then leaned over to wave it near Ichigo's head so he could clearly see it.

When Cang reached down to cuff his hands with the zip tie, Ichigo kicked out with his foot and tried to pull away, but all three bodies behind shoved him flush against the metal fence. They dug their thighs into the back of his legs to spread them apart and yanked his arms upwards until he could actually feel his own shoulder blades.

"Ain't so tough now, huh?" Bazz-B cooed and then he took the opportunity to pinch Ichigo's nipples. How could he resist when they were so clearly displayed for him through the fence's links?

"What did I tell you about fighting back?" Cang hummed and Ichigo paused when he saw the man reach for his notebook.

At least he wasn't about to use the taser again—probably wouldn't be a good idea when they were all standing in a puddle of water.

"Keep it up, Pet. I wouldn't mind if you got stuck here another couple years—more time for us to play~" Bazz-B's delightfully sick voice chimed in.

That finally got Ichigo to calm down.

Fuck!

Unless he felt like his life was in danger, Ichigo couldn't fight back... otherwise he'd be doing exactly what this motherfucker wanted.

Bazz-B wanted Ichigo to fight.

He wanted him to get caught with points.

If it were up to this prick, Ichigo would be in Hueco Mundo the rest of his damn life!

Not if Ichigo could help it.

He forced his muscles to relax—as oxymoronic as that sounded. He didn't fight when Cang pulled the thick plastic around each of his wrists. Soft rounds of clicking could be heard as he pulled both ends nice and tight.

"Aawww… where'd that fire go?"

Ichigo refused to look the pink bastard in the eye. He ground his teeth and clenched his fists when he felt the rough fingers still pinching his nipples suddenly twist. He swallowed the weird choking sound that wanted to escape.

"Hmf…" Bazz-B frowned in slight disappointment at the lack of reaction, but that damned smirk wasn't gone for long. "Well… since you're being so… submissive," He let the word roll off his tongue as his evergreen eyes hooded with excitement. "Get'm on his knees." The command was directed at Cang, but he never looked away from Ichigo's downcast eyes that still simmered with hate.

A firm hand pressed down on the nape of his neck and he reluctantly sunk to his knees. Ichigo kept glaring holes in the cement and refused to look up when he heard the familiar ZIIPPP of a prisonsuit being opened right in front of him. Then there was the rustling of cloth.

Fuuuuck. Fuck! Fucking… FUCK!

"Pssst..! Hey~"

Ichigo still didn't look up. He could already feel his cheeks burning with frustration and humiliation. He knew what he would see if he looked. He KNEW.

"C'mon, Pet. I can ask Cang to forgive ya this time, but if you keep bein' difficult…"

Ichigo huffed under his breath and grudgingly lifted his gaze until he saw exactly what he'd been expecting: Bazz'B's dick.

The man had to crouch slightly to fit it through one of the gaps between the links. It wasn't the longest Ichigo had been faced with, but he was impressed Bazz-B could fit himself through the fence with such a large girth.

"Treat us nice, and I'll even give ya back those papers you wanted."

Ichigo kept his face neutral as he mentally laughed. It was nice to know Bazz-B still thought he had the original papers. However… Ichigo was still at a disadvantage. He didn't want anymore points… Wait… did he just say 'us'?

Ichigo's stern expression finally faltered and his eyes widened when he realized the other inmates—who he assumed were all members of the Quincy, were also unzipping their suits. A few of them whipped their dicks out while the rest just reached into their boxers to fondle themselves. Ichigo gulped nervously at the excited grins he saw.

"Get ta suckin'. The sooner you start, the sooner it'll allllll be over…. but if you're feelin' nervous, I could always give you another special shot~"

He must have been referring to that drug he used during the auction. Ichigo definitely didn't want to go through that again.

Chestnut eyes slowly traveled up, passed the trail of reddish pubic hair to the thin peek of firm muscles he could see beneath the white t-shirt. He continued to tilt his head back until he was staring straight into Bazz-B's shadowed face. The man wasn't smirking anymore. He was looking down at him expectantly with a frown, but Ichigo could tell he was excited from the way his erection twitched and bobbed in front of his face.

Bazz-B was admittedly right about getting this over with… stalling any longer would just piss the guy off, and when Ichigo looked around, he realized the rest of the yard was completely empty. No one to help him, so he couldn't fight back in this situation.

May as well get it over with then...

He shuffled closer on his knees and rolled his tense shoulders before leaning forward. Ichigo opened his mouth and closed his eyes with a scowl. He slowly inched forward until his lips lightly brushed against the head.

He hesitated.

He…

"Oh get on with it!"

Ichigo's eyes snapped open and he choked on his next breath when a hand suddenly grabbed the back of his head and shoved him forward.

"Hey! Watch the teeth, dammit!" Bazz-B closed one eye in a wince as he hissed under his breath.

Ichigo glared and slid his lip up in a snarl to bare said teeth. He then started to bite down on the hard flesh that had been crammed into his mouth. His snarl retreated when the man only seemed to get more aroused at the threat. Ichigo gasped through his nose and tried to pull away, but Cang continued pushing forward until Ichigo could no longer breathe. He felt the way Bazz-B's dick throbbed with delight as he choked, his throat constricting around the head as it nudged against his tonsils.

"Guh!" Ichigo gagged and insistently jerked his head backwards. Cang held him there for a long second before releasing his hold, allowing Ichigo to pull away with a gasp. He managed to take a few breaths before the fingers were back, but Ichigo shook his head and turned away.

"Fucking STOP! I'll…" Ichigo's voice lowered while shoulders sagged in defeat. "I'll do it… just lemme…" He looked up just in time to see Bazz-B nod at Cang and wave his hand in a 'shoo'ing motion. All the guards took a step back and Ichigo felt a little less tense. He reluctantly placed his lips back around the head of Bazz-B's dick. Now that the panic had subsided, he could taste and smell the light musk of the man he was forced to service, but it wasn't overwhelming. There was a fresh whiff of soap as well.

He showered for this?

How fucking chivalrous.

Ichigo's scowl chipped when he looked up to see the crazy smirk aimed down at him. Locks of magenta hair fell from the mohawk to dangle in his face. Each strand lead you straight towards eyes as green as the deepest part of the woods at night. He looked completely unhinged and Ichigo felt his gut twist.

Not in arousal! He was definitely not aroused by this.

Ichigo tried to look anywhere else as he continued to press forward until the tip reached the back of his throat. His tongue naturally lifted to swirl and rub against the foreign object invading his mouth.

Ichigo's body froze up and he unconsciously gulped when his wandering gaze landed on a familiar head of blue.

SHIT!

Of all the people to catch him doing this, of course it had to be Grimmjow.

Ichigo was surprised to see him out of urgent-care so soon, but the bandages he saw peeking from beneath his suit and the sling strapped to his left arm showed he was still recovering.

Deep blue eyes stared directly at him through the glare of the glass. Grimmjow was inside where the large windows stood, and he wasn't alone.

He could also see… what was his name? Loopy? Lupe?—That short girly guy that'd rushed to Grimmjow during the fight.

Nnoitra was there as well—hard to miss the greasy twig-man, especially while he was grinning like the devil.

Ichigo ignored those two when he found himself sucked back into swirls of glacier blue. He couldn't stop the blush this time. Even with his eyes squeezed shut, he could feel that icy stare locked on him as he continued his work. He knew Bazz-B and his cronies were also watching closely because he could sense their stares roaming across his wet skin.

Ignoring the feelings that were coiling in his gut, he pulled his head back, lips wrapped tightly around the stiff organ. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked hard and then he pressed his tongue into the soft slit at the tip.

"Heh~ you're a natural cocksucker, ain'tchya?" Bazz-B crooned, "Or maybe this ain't the first cock you've sucked."

Ichigo peeked one eye open to glance towards the windows again. It was hard to really tell Grimmjow's expression from this distance and the fence was kinda in the way… but he could see the small glint of fangs.

Was that fucking asshole smirking?!

Unbelievable!

Since he'd already degraded himself by submitting in the first place—and now he was committed to completing his task, Ichigo figured he could make a show out of it. This humiliation might actually be worth it if he got to piss off Grimmjow in the process.

"Fuuu…" Bazz-B's breath left in a shudder and he bit down on his bottom lip to keep from making more noises when Ichigo bobbed his head. Wet lips slid against his dick while a slick tongue trailed along the thick vein beneath.

Bazz-B unconsciously pushed his hips forward. He groaned as he thrusted towards that inviting wet mouth, but then instantly regretted it when his sensitive sac got pinched between the metal links. "Damn!" His hips flinched back but only enough to place a hand between his abused balls and the fence. There was no way he was removing himself from that… that…

Bazz-B's thoughts derailed and his brain short circuited when he found hooded auburn eyes staring up at him. Ichigo's scowl had dissolved into a more heady expression, with cheeks flushed and mouth sucking and teasing his cock slowly—it was perfect.

"Cang, hold his head still." Bazz-B grunted as he gently rolled the tender balls still in his grasp. Ichigo's eyes widened at the demand and he instantly tried to retreat, but Cang managed to sneak back over and had been hovering behind him the whole time. He quickly held Ichigo's head so that Bazz-B's dick was still completely inside his mouth.

Ichigo opened his jaw and popped his lips apart so he could try and push the hard dick aside with his tongue, but it was too deep inside. In the end, all he did was rub the swollen tip against his teeth and along the inside of his cheeks.

Apparently Bazz-B liked that, because he came the very next moment.

Ichigo coughed and gagged as spurts of semen squirted out and then dripped down his esophagus. Once his head was released, Ichigo pulled back and panted.

After today he'd never take air for granted again!

…

..

…

"Pah! THIS is our new King? Unacceptable! I know this kind of crap would never happen to you!" Luppi hissed with a sneer as he looked up at Grimmjow—his true King. Wide, violet eyes soaked in the man's expression: He was snarling so hard that his fangs were bared and his blue brows dropped low into an angry grimace. Not much different from his usual expression, but there was a hint of… disgust? Maybe even a little bit of jealousy?

That last one had Luppi a little concerned.

"That lil' prick is 'bout to get on my last damn nerve." Grimmjow grumbled once his upper lip finally relaxed.

Luppi turned his head to focus back on the debauchery happening outside. The other Quincy that had been patiently waiting on the side were lining themselves into a tight row. They followed their leader's example by shoving their dicks through the fence. He could only imagine what it must look like from Ichigo's point of view: A whole array of hard cocks on display.

A cock-buffet, if you will.

Luppi almost felt a little jealous himself~

The guard, Cang, lifted Ichigo by the zip tie around his wrists and then dropped him down in front of the next waiting dick in line.

"Hotshot's always been a prick… Don't know why you're lettin' it bother ya now." Nnoitra piped in, still grinning from ear to ear as he watched what could only be described as a felatio marathon.

"Keh! I ain't talkin' 'bout that punk. I expected this kinda shit from Hotshot, but Ichigo… he's just lettin' those weak ass motherfuckers touch'm!"

Grimmjow punched at the bulletproof window with his free hand in frustration. The others outside were too far away to hear the soft THUNK from the glass.

"I thought ya hated that fruit…" Nnoitra teased as he placed one of his boney elbows atop chaotic blue tresses.

Grimmjow's gaze slowly dropped and his lips stretched into an uncomfortable sneer. He wasn't really sure what to say to that.

"Of course he hates him!" Luppi, the annoying little shit, forced his way into the conversation. "He's the one who took his title! Now we gotta take orders from that fat, hairy, beast." He cringed at the thought. "He's also the reason those Shinigami finally grew some balls." Luppi snapped while gesturing to Nnoitra's side where he'd been shivved the other day. "This bitch doesn't deserve to be called 'King'." He scoffed while pressing against the glass to glare daggers at said 'bitch'.

"Tch…" Grimmjow shook his head to shrug off Nnoitra's elbow before looking back up to see that Ichigo had been moved to the next inmate waiting in line. "He looks fucking pathetic right now, but... if anybody 'ere deserves that title…" He trailed off for a moment and picked at the sling around his arm to distract himself as he admitted, "He's the only one I'd step down for."

"Bet he's also the 'only one' you'd bend over for too, eh?" Nnoitra mocked with a smirk.

Without looking, Grimmjow quickly reached up to smack Nnoitra's injured side with the back of his hand. The tall man curled forward with a gasp and his knees buckled slightly at the sudden pain. While Nnoitra was busy hissing threats under his breath, Grimmjow looked back outside. He tensed when he realized Ichigo was staring back at them.

Even from this distance he could see the trail of cum dribbling from the corner of his mouth. That orange bastard purposefully looked him straight in the eye as he stuck out that seductively long tongue to lick his chin clean. Then he opened his mouth to willingly suck the new cock staring him right in the face.

Fucking hell!

Grimmjow was torn between strangling the prick or fucking him until he couldn't remember his own goddamn name.

Both. He'd do both.

"That's it. I'm gonna kill 'em." Grimmjow's face was blank as he spoke, like a calm before the storm. He started marching his way towards the doors to the yard, but Nnoitra quickly stopped him with a solid grip on his uninjured shoulder. Furious blue eyes snapped up to glare at the taller male. "The fuck?"

"Dude. You just got outta the hospital yesterday. Ya sure you wanna be pickin' a fight with the Quincy and a buncha guards?"

"Tch! I only need one good arm* ta fight! I'll fuck 'em up 'fore they—" Grimmjow felt his sudden anger deflate as he glanced towards the yard. That one dark-haired guard that had been shifting Ichigo around was now peeling off the damp boxers that still clung to his hips. Wet fabric rolled into a tight wad around sun kissed thighs and Ichigo's growing erection bounced up once it was free. Pale fingers slowly slid up slick legs until they were wrapped firmly around a narrow waist. Thumbs dug into the firm muscles in soothing circles and the guard scooted himself forward until he was practically draped across Ichigo's back.

Grimmjow couldn't take it anymore. He went to rush for the door again, but Nnoitra still had a strong grip on his shoulder.

"Hold up. I think I got a better idea. C'mon, you." He spun Grimmjow around like a revolving door and then herded him down the hall.

Luppi stayed for a moment to stare at Ichigo a little longer, his violet eyes narrowed in thought. He glowered at the 'false' king with deep seated envy curling in his gut.

This pathetic slut wasn't good enough for his King. The guy may have earned a lot of stars for saving Grimmjow during the white fight, but there was no way Luppi would stand aside for a bitch.

"Hmph!" Luppi turned up his nose at the scene then spun on his heels to follow the other two.

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Ichigo watched as the terrible trio left and he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. He'd caught the smaller one's death glare before he also walked away. He could assume what the look was for, but he'd just ignore it for now. Besides, it was pretty hard to think about anything else when you had a dick in your mouth. His jaw was starting to cramp and his neck felt tense from bobbing back forth. This sucked… both literally and figuratively.

And now that Grimmjow wasn't watching, the task had lost its flare. Any arousal he'd felt before was beginning to wane. Only Grimmjow had that uncanny ability to set his insides on fire by only looking at him.

Ichigo jolted and the man he was sucking hissed when he accidentally bit down. It wasn't enough to really hurt, but the man still growled a warning.

"Muhhf." Ichigo grunted around the hard flesh when another finger suddenly entered his ass. He leaned back and retreated his mouth to glare over his shoulder. Cang's expression remained stoic as he wiggled his digits and pressed further inside. "The fuck do you think you're doing?" Ichigo hissed.

Cang gave him a bland look while blinking pale blue eyes.

"Stretching you. Obviously…" He drawled, but then he tilted his head and ducked forward to whisper in Ichigo's ear. "But that's right~ I forgot you liked it rough. My bad."

Ichigo's heart stuttered in his chest when the fingers suddenly retreated and then he was pushed forward. His chest and the side of his face pressed fully against the fence. The erection he'd just been sucking on was straining against his parted lips. Cang encouraged him to suck on it by yanking his hair and then pushing him towards it.

What's with this guy in the shoving and hair pulling? Ichigo was afraid he'd have a bald spot by the time they were finished with him.

Cang curled his other hand around Ichigo's side to grab his erection. Ichigo flinched and his mouth opened in a silent gasp at the touch. He distractedly began to suck and lick the shaft in his face while he was smashed against the fence. He closed his eyes and tried to relax when he felt both hands retreat, only to grab his ass. Thumbs slid between his cheeks to spread them apart.

Cang took a moment to appreciate the view before using one hand to tug at his own pants. He unzipped and pushed down the calvin klein trunks he was wearing until his straining erection was finally released. He then held it in place as he shifted closer.

Ichigo kept his eyes closed when he felt the tip press against his entrance. He let his mind wander and tried to pretend it was someone else about to take him.

Ichigo peeked one eye open curiously when he felt Cang tense up. He leaned back on his heels and blinked both eyes open when the hand latched to his ass disappeared. He watched over his shoulder as the guard jumped to his feet and then quickly tucked himself back in his pants.

And that's when he heard it.

The soft jingling of bells.

Apparently everyone else heard it the same time he did because the erection he'd been sucking retreated, along with the rest. Everyone was panicking as they readjusted their own clothes. The three other guards that hadn't participated yet, and were still fully clothed, moved forward to drag Ichigo to his feet.

"Outta the way, Maki…"

Ichigo heard Zaraki's growling baritone through the metal door. Apparently Maki didn't put up a fight, because the door opened that next second. The guards had managed to unroll his soaked boxers back into place and wiped the remaining cum off his chin before Zaraki stepped into the mini yard. Maki remained by the doorway and only his head could be seen as he peeked around the corner.

Zaraki took a good look around.

Ichigo noticed that Bazz-B and his goonies were gone. They booked it as soon as they heard Zaraki's bells.

Fucking cowards!

So all that remained were the guards and one sopping wet Ichigo.

"Hey captain…" Cang started, that stoic expression expertly carved onto his face, but there was a nervous twinge to his voice. "Just got done hosing down the—"

Zaraki was having none of it. He grabbed the smaller man by the front of his shirt and easily lifted him off the ground.

"Did I fucking ask you a question?" Zaraki hummed, his one visible eye narrowed dangerously. Cang kicked his legs in the air and wrung his fingers around the hand holding him up as he shook his head. "Then keep your lying mouth shut." He turned and chucked the man aside like a piece of trash. He then turned to glare at the other three that were cowering by the fence. He took a moment to remember each of their faces before jutting his thumb towards the open door.

They instantly took the chance to escape. Cang took his time getting up and dusting off his pants before also leaving.

Ichigo felt the tension in his body leave. He was still a little… flustered… but it was starting to go away now.

"See? Why can't I strike that kind of fear into these assholes?"

"Cuz you're too goddamn nice." Was Zaraki's immediate reply.

Ichigo huffed through his nose and tilted his head to look up at the man when he stepped closer. Zaraki raised a hand with his pointer finger up and then swirled it in the air, gesturing for Ichigo to turn around. The orangette hesitated a moment but then did as instructed. Zaraki reached for his pocket and pulled out a small switchblade that he used to cut off the zip tie.

Ichigo turned back around while rubbing his wrists, which were a little red, but it was nothing to complain about. He glanced up at Zaraki but then his gaze dropped nervously. After their last meeting, he felt surprisingly… vulnerable around this man.

No one besides his own father had ever seen him cry before. He and Zaraki had gone on missions in the past, so they knew each other well enough. There was camaraderie and the type of trust you needed to survive life and death situations, but he never really thought of Zaraki as a friend before…

"Tell me what happened."

Ichigo shrugged his shoulders and kept his eyes down as he said, "Oh ya know… just another day in paradise."

Zaraki looked like he wanted to press further, but he relented—thankfully. Ichigo's gaze slid back up when the man took a step back. He looked tired. Dark bags hung beneath his eye and his shoulders slumped with exhaustion.

"Get dressed and I'll escort ya to your cell."

Ichigo pursed his lips but didn't argue. He walked over to the far corner and shoved himself back in his dry clothes. He shook his head to wring out some of the water before turning to follow Zaraki out. As they walked, he patted his pocket to make sure his mother's ring was still there. He felt the indent but had to reach in and feel the small metal object for himself before he could relax.

He also still had that reporter's business card.

"Oh hey!" Ichigo spoke up while Zaraki closed the door behind them. "Out of curiosity, do you know why those reporters were here?"

"Reporters?" Zaraki echoed curiously, but then he 'ah'ed in understanding. "They mighta been here to interview Yhwach." Ichigo scowled as he tried to connect the dots. Why would a major news company interview a prison warden? His question must've been written all over his face because Zaraki continued, "Yhwach is going to be running for Senate this year. He's been talkin' about leaving for some time now."

"I see…" Ichigo hummed thoughtfully but then he let the topic drop. They were silent the rest of the way to his cell. Most of the inmates they came across stayed out of their way and Ichigo knew he was being scrutinized, but he ignored them. Thankfully the cell was empty. He hoped Keigo was okay, and he assumed Renji must be somewhere nearby if Grimmjow was walking around with those stab wounds. Then there was Zangetsu…

"Uhm…" Ichigo started as he glanced towards the man's empty bunk.

"If you're worried about White, then don't be. Sousuke convinced Yhwach to have him transferred back to Psych Ward."

Ichigo almost felt relief at the thought, but then his gut twisted. He remembered how wary Zangetsu was about getting sent back. He hid it well, but Ichigo could tell he was scared of the place.

"Is Psych Ward… bad?" Ichigo cringed at the way he asked. Of course it was bad!

It must be worse than what Ichigo was thinking though, because Zaraki seemed reluctant to say anything.

"It's…" He shrugged and stuffed his hands in each pocket as he continued, "not for everyone. Sousuke runs the place, so I don't know too much 'bout it, but I imagine it ain't a good idea to piss him off while you're there… And White has never NOT been on his bad side."

Huh… Ichigo would need to ask around about that.

"Oh yeah, speaking of Sousuke," Ichigo lowered his voice and waved the man closer before saying, "Is there a reason he'd want you fired?"

Zaraki recoiled at the question and his lip rose in a snarl.

"What're you talkin' about?"

"Well, when I was trying to get my transfer signed, the guy said he'd do it if I agreed to sign a witness paper to get you in trouble." Ichigo decided not to mention the other two parts of that particular deal.

"That sonuva…" Zaraki lifted his hands, long fingers curled into tight fists. "That bastard knows that if Yhwach gets voted into the senate then I'd be the one taking his spot as warden. And that sneaky devil is tryin' to weasle me out!? Fucking—" Zaraki cut himself off before he could start raving and strangled the air like he had his hands around Sousuke's throat.

Ahhhh… So it was a power struggle.

Best to probably stay out of that.

"Well… If it makes you feel any better, I didn't sign the thing. And if you have a chance to be warden, then you totally have my vote." Ichigo grinned up at Zaraki, which seemed to help. The man sagged, in what looked like relief, and then reached up to ruffle damp orange hair.

"ICHIGOOOOO!"

Said man tensed and automatically lifted his fist when he saw a body rush him from the corner of his eye. He immediately regretted his reaction when he recognized who it was.

"Shit! Sorry Keigo." Ichigo lowered his fist and winced guiltily when he noticed the red mark on his cheek. Keigo didn't seem to mind though, he was still grinning at him like a kid on christmas.

"I heard you were back! This is great!" He rushed forward again, and Ichigo didn't fight back this time when arms circled around him in a firm hug. Keigo even nuzzled his face against his collarbone, forcing up a small blush. Ichigo saw Zaraki's smirk and scowled at the man. Keigo gave a solid squeeze before finally releasing him. "Man! You missed a lot this week! The—" Keigo snapped his mouth shut and his eyes nearly jumped out of his own head when he finally noticed the other occupant in the room.

Had he really not noticed Zaraki's hulking form before? "U-uhm…" Keigo anxiously shifted until he was hiding behind Ichigo, and the captain's smirk only grew.

"Heh… Don't get your panties in a twist, Pup. But I'll leave you two ta catch up. Later, buttercup." Zaraki chuckled and waggled his fingers in a teasing wave goodbye. Ichigo continued to scowl as the man took his leave. He could feel the way Keigo sagged in relief and a soft breath left him in a rush.

"Man… that guy is scary."

Ichigo rolled his eyes as he turned to face his cellmate.

"You have no idea how scary that guy can be." Ichigo had flashbacks of the vicious way Kenpachi tore apart his targets. For him, the messier the better. "But anyway, what were you saying? What happened this week?"

Keigo gripped his arms and bounced in excitement as he spoke, "Oh yea! So! Since White has been gone and Blue was getting stitched up, the Shinigami are back in charge! The Vasto Lorde got kicked out of kitchen duty—not without a fight of course… there's been a buncha riots and fights over territory…" Keigo grimaced as he recalled all the shouting and stabbing he witnessed while cowering under the tables in the canteen. "B-but things should calm down now that you're back."

Riots and fights over territory? Well that explained why Zaraki looked so tired. Poor guy's probably been busting in heads all week!

"Why would they calm down..?" Ichigo wondered aloud.

"Oh, well, cuz you're the King, duh."

An exasperated sigh escaped Ichigo and he lifted a hand to rub at his temple. He wanted to tell Keigo that, just because he had the stupid title, it didn't mean he would be playing godfather to a bunch of freaks and criminals.

"Whatever. Anything else happen while I was gone?"

'Anything to do with Grand Fisher!?' He mentally shouted, but didn't have the nerve to ask.

Not yet…

He liked Keigo. He truly appreciated the guy's friendship and everything... but Ichigo hasn't forgotten that Keigo was the one who told Bazz-B about his transfer in the first place. Granted-it was given up under duress-hence why Ichigo couldn't trust him. At least not enough to reveal his interest in Grand Fisher.

"Hmmmmm… Oh! Yeah! Since White got moved, we have a new cellmate. Well… not new I guess, since he's been here. But uhm… yeah… he's…" Keigo trailed off with a nervous chuckle and he looked up to avoid eye contact.

"Who is it?" Ichigo's senses were on high alert. The way Keigo kept his mouth shut made Ichigo's insides twist with dread. "WHO?" He demanded loudly, making Keigo jump.

"Uhm…" The brunette gulped as his gaze shifted. Ichigo's body stiffened when the man pointed behind him, towards the cell's door.

Ichigo's muscles were so tense that his body turned almost robotically. His eyes were wide and his face burned a dark shade of red when he locked eyes with Grimmjow fucking Jeagerjaques.

"Hey roomie. You and I need ta have a lil' chat…"

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TBC

*- I hope you guys noticed how much I've tried to make this alternate universe similar to the anime. I always thought that Grimmjow losing his arm was hilarious in the anime, but I can't magically have him grow a new arm in this story—so hence the stab in his left shoulder instead.

Close enough, right?