Lies Open Prison Doors

by GrimmIchiForeva

Ichigo Kurosaki tries to settle down and live a normal life. But when cops come knocking on his door, his past finally catches up to him. It doesn't seem like the end of the world at first: Just serve the 8 months in Karakura and get out, but then he winds up in a Max Prison called Hueco Mundo instead where he runs into his crazy ex. Warnings and Pairings inside. Yaoi

15. Chapter 14: A Lil' Favor PRT 2

Author's Note: Buckle up buckaroos! This is gonna be a long ride! But an enjoyable one—I hope!

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Lies Open Prison Doors

Chapter 14: A Lil' Favor

(PART 2)

Unbetad

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"So! You ready to cooperate now..?"

Ichigo blinked and had to look away as he slowly nodded. He couldn't meet the other man's victorious gaze while admitting defeat like this. He allowed himself to be pulled up into a sitting position and watched as Bazz-B placed the phone to the side, keeping it within arms reach but unconcerned about it now. He knew that Ichigo wouldn't let anything happen to that device if it meant saving his daughter.

"Now then, Pet." Bazz-B scooted closer with obvious excitement before settling himself directly in front of Ichigo, their knees bumping together from their seated positions. "Take my clothes off."

Ichigo wrinkled his nose at the command but didn't argue.

' Just get this over with. Do it and get the fuck out.'

He quickly pulled the man's zipper down and reached for his sleeves. He had to shuffle closer and lift himself up onto his knees so he could pull the fabric off each arm.

"What's the rush—Ey! watch the hair!" Bazz-B sputtered when the shirt snagged along his mohawk as it was roughly yanked over his head. "Alright, alright." He snatched the other's wrists when Ichigo hastily reached down to tug at his boxers, which were still stuck in the bottom half of his prisonsuit. "Just take off your shorts and lay back for me."

Bazz-B hopped off the bed to stand up so he could easily slide the rest of his clothes off while Ichigo flopped backwards and dug both heels into the bed to arch upwards. He yanked down the band of his boxers and kicked them away. Now they were both naked and Ichigo couldn't stop the embarrassed blush from forming even though a scowl was still locked on his face. Not only did he feel exposed and vulnerable, but his heart stuttered in his chest when he got a good look at Bazz-B.

There was really no denying the man was attractive. If he didn't have such a shitty personality-Ichigo might have been... 'eager'.

Chestnut orbs traced the outline of each well defined muscle along smooth skin, then he paused to stare at the man's generously sized cock—which wasn't even fully erect. Ichigo instantly remembered the taste of it, and how heavy it felt against his tongue from when he was forced to service the man and his little cronies. All of that paired with such a wicked smirk… Ichigo knew he shouldn't be gawking. It would only boost the man's already inflated ego, but he was having trouble not soaking in the handsome features.

His thighs pressed together with a nervous shudder once he noticed evergreen eyes doing the same thing to his own naked body. With a gulp, he bent both knees to hide his own dick's reaction to the attention. Bazz-B chuckled, making Ichigo's blush worsen, but then he suddenly turned and strutted towards the desk. Ichigo averted his gaze when he got a clear view of the man's well defined ass. Bazz-B was unabashed as he leaned over to open the top drawer. He instantly found what he was looking for but took his time turning back around with the item.

Ichigo caught the small object before it hit his face and held it up for inspection. It was a small, circular, crystal jar with some kind of pinkish liquid inside.

"It's lube." Bazz-B clarified. "Go ahead and prepare yourself." He crossed both arms and that smirk of his finally fell as he sunk back into the chair.

Ichigo hesitated until he was strangely reminded of Grimmjow and when he used to make him do the same thing. With that in mind, Ichigo felt a little more comfortable. He pressed himself back against the thin blanket and slowly spread his legs before popping the container of lube open. It didn't have much of a scent, but as he scooped up a generous dollop he noticed how slippery the substance was. He set the rest aside and closed his eyes before finally reaching down to prod at his own entrance. If he kept his eyes closed he could pretend it was for Grimmjow, just like their usual quickies before a mission.

Fuck, he missed that.

Ichigo skipped the first finger and went straight inside with two. To keep himself distracted, he reached down and lightly tugged at his own dick. The half-hard member stirred in his grasp, especially when he imagined blue eyes watching him instead of green.

Bazz-B licked his lips then popped them open to take quick, excited breaths as he watched slick fingers slide in and out of that tight ring of muscle. Such an enticing view, especially when Ichigo arched his back and then the tiniest gasp escaped parted lips. Bazz-B reached down to lightly caress his own aching cock as it pulsed in anticipation. He didn't know how long he could wait to finally be inside the beautiful creature laid out before him. His breath hitched when Ichigo added two more fingers, stretching and straining against his own tight muscles as he spread them apart.

Ichigo's brows furrowed into a hard scowl when he felt strange all of a sudden. His skin tingled while a suffocating heat enveloped his entire body. The intensity of it grew and swelled until Ichigo felt like he couldn't breathe. His strokes faltered then slowed to a stop when his erection became too sensitive to even touch. Ichigo peered down with hooded amber eyes to see the head of his cock leaking pre and there was a barely noticeable tremor in the muscles along his legs.

Something was wrong .

His gaze snapped back to the small container of lube and realization slammed into him like a train.

Bazz-B's mystery lube was the same exact color as that fucking auction drug. He shouldn't be surprised. Ichigo internally berated himself for not being more cautious… But even if he did piece it together sooner, it's not like he could've said 'no'. Ichigo's gaze trailed towards the screen to see Inoue and Nel sitting peacefully on a bench, just laughing and enjoying their time together.

Ichigo gritted his teeth and forced himself to look away as another random wave of arousal slammed into him. Precum slowly dribbled over his fingers to pool around his tightening sac.

There was no way that this was the same drug Bazz-B used before… The heat that was gradually consuming him now was so much more intense. Was it maybe the way he was applying it?

"You're startin' to feel it, ain'tchya?" Bazz-B's voice was thick with arousal and a pinch of amusement as he watched Ichigo toss and turn, orange brows scrunched in confusion.

"Nnn... Did you really need to use this stuff again...?" Ichigo growled after swallowing the needy groan that tried to claw its way out. He wanted to ignore the feeling as he continued to stretch himself, but even THAT was becoming too much. "I was already... willing ... Ungh! Haah.." Ichigo hissed in frustration and finally removed both hands from himself so he could lie flat on the bed. There was a dark chuckle in response and Ichigo tilted his head in its direction but instantly looked away when he caught the motion of Bazz-B's hand moving up and down. The bastard was thoroughly enjoying himself and it was making Ichigo feel a little sick. "Do you always resort to drugging your victims..?"

Ichigo clenched his eyes shut and every muscle in his body tensed when he heard a small squeak from the chair followed by footsteps. Then a cold hand landed on his left knee. Another embarrassing sound forced its way up and managed to squeeze out of his throat when cool fingers traveled up his leg to caress his hip, careful to avoid his overly sensitive erection.

"Well..." Bazz-B spoke conversationally, like he wasn't busy jerking himself off to Ichigo's naked, squirming body, "You're right—I normally use the shot for more unwilling conquests," Funny how the word 'victim' was completely sidestepped, "But this lube right here," He paused in his ministrations to carefully pick up the little glass jar next to Ichigo's hip and reapplied the lid, "It was actually created by our own scientist here at the prison. Have you met Dr. Aizen, yet?" He saw how Ichigo instantly glanced down at his own lube soaked fingers with wide eyes, then his handsome face twisted with dread. Bazz-b's smirk was back. He soaked in Ichigo's expression like it was a sweet-smelling candle and kept talking, "The idea for the stuff was mine, but I had to... 'commission' Sousuke for it. And boyyyy, does he get the fuckin' job done! This stuff is about 20 times more powerful than that shot." He placed the item back inside his desk before spinning back around, erection swaying and bouncing from the motion.

As he was about to rejoin the flustered male, he halted when a loud voice boomed throughout the cellblock.

"Hey! The fuck you doin' here!?" Bazz-B recognized the deep, distinctive accent of Gerard, a man with large muscles and an even larger ego. Everyone else must have heard him too, because all other sounds ceased and they waited quietly for a response.

"Outta my way, shithead. I want a word with your leader."

Ichigo immediately sat upright and his nerves tingled with unbridled excitement. The new voice was a good distance away, maybe near the end of the hall, but there was no mistaking Grimmjow's familiar growl.

Bazz-B recognized it as well. His shoulders sagged as a frustrated sigh seeped from his lungs. "Mannnn... Don't do it, Blue..." He grumbled under his breath.

"Get lost, pipsqueak. Boss is a lil' busy at the moment—if ya know what I'm sayin'." Gerard's voice snapped back.

"Like I give a shit." Grimmjow's guttural rumble had Ichigo's blood pumping and heart slamming against his ribcage insistently. He bit his bottom lip so the strange sounds wouldn't slip. Whatever the hell was in that fucking lube was really beginning to work its magic, and just the thought of being touched had Ichigo's entire body vibrating with a pleasant hum. "And call me 'pipsqueak' one more fuckin' time, you sack of shit. I dare ya."

"Woah, woah, woah." A different, softer voice spoke this time, but it had a dark edge that made Ichigo wary. "Last I checked, you're not King anymore. Right now you're just another Vasto Lorde who seems to be forgetting his place."

A few moments of silence dragged on and Ichigo found himself cringing in anticipation. He could only imagine the expression Grimmjow must be wearing; Nothing like the irritated looks he graced Ichigo with, but something much more chilling.

The loud ' SMACK ' of skin hitting skin had Bazz-B jumping to his feet. He slunk his way towards the doorway and carefully shifted the sheet, just enough to peek outside. His gaze instantly snapped to the only patch of blue in the hall and he clicked his tongue in irritation as he watched Gerard, one of his top guys, pick himself up off the ground.

The blonde-haired male dusted himself off before reaching up to cradle his jaw. Once back to his full height, he immediately lunged at Grimmjow, who sidestepped with one foot stuck up to trip the bigger man. Gerard was a pretty big guy, not quite as gigantic as Zaraki or Yammy, nor as tall as Nnoitra, but he was covered in enough thick muscle to resemble a viking. His reach was so long that he had plenty of time on the way down to latch his hand around Grimmjow's elbow, dragging him down as well. He thought he'd have a better chance since he outweighed the smaller male, but Grimmjow was a well-trained 'dog of war'. He knew how to get around disadvantages.

Bazz-B felt an amused snort coming on. Honestly, it was kinda dumb of Gerard to take their fight to the ground, because it completely negated his height advantage. He watched Grimmjow twist himself into a better position from beneath Gerard's overwhelming mass, impressed when none of the stitches along his chest tore open. Relying on his good arm, Grimmjow thrust a palm up under Gerard's elbow, jarring his shoulder, then he reached up and over the muscular neck to swing down into a firm guillotine headlock. The vertebrae along the man's neck popped as he adjusted his hold but Grimmjow didn't relent. A quick jerk, a twist, and streeeetch.

He smirked when the muscles within his grip jerked insistently, but then a foot kicked out from the sidelines-straight at Grimmjow's face. He took the hit with a stubborn growl then wrenched down harder on the struggling head under his arm. Gerard cursed and swung both fists in retaliation. Grimmjow was able to avoid most of the punches aimed blindly at his head but there wasn't much he could do to protect his torso. At least the close quarters managed to sap Gerard's leverage, softening each blow against Grimmjow's side and stomach.

"Get him offa me, Askin!" The man was fed up with being detained like some rowdy drunk and tried to yank himself free.

Sharp Blue eyes glared up at the aforementioned inmate, whose right foot was up and ready to strike his face again. Grimmjow was forced to use his injured arm to block the kick. With a snarl, he slapped the foot away then swiped at a narrow ankle. Askin hopped backwards before he got caught and stumbled away, but then he started walking around Gerard's struggling body to attack from the other side. This way Blue couldn't grab at his legs without letting Gerard go.

Grimmjow was quick to realize what he was doing and relaxed his arm just as Gerard gave another strong pull, sending him reeling backwards into Askin's cowardly ass. All three of them quickly jumped back to their feet. Once Gerard caught his breath, he let out an enraged roar then ducked his head to charge forward like a bull. Grimmjow grunted when both his feet came up off the floor and his back slammed into the nearest wall hard enough to make a lesser man whimper. He lifted his arm and slammed an elbow down onto Gerard's spine, but the guy barely reacted to the hit. Gerard pulled away while grabbing Grimmjow's prisonsuit. With one strong arm, he lifted Grimmjow up and away from the wall, only to slam him back against it. He repeated this a few times, and Bazz-B worried he might have to explain why there was a giant hole to his father. Grimmjow made sure to lean forward through each rough impact so he wouldn't smack the back of his head, all while trying to pull large, beefy hands from his collar. After a couple failed attempts, he dropped that route to swing his fist at the man's nose instead. Gerard spun away from the incoming fist and used the momentum to toss Grimmjow aside like a ragdoll.

The bluenette sucked in a small, pained breath when his left shoulder hit the ground first and reached up to grab it as he slid across the floor. The other Quincy, Askin, took the opportunity to stomp down on Grimmjow's chest, the heel of his foot digging against his long stitched up scar. Askin put most of his weight down on that single limb to keep Grimmjow pinned to the floor and smirked when he heard a choked groan.

"I can't tell if you're suicidal or just lost your damn mind, Blue." Askin hummed with a contemplative frown.

"Fuck you!"

"Nah... You ain't my type."

Bazz-B shifted the sheet a little further when he noticed the rest of his gang stirring from their cells.

"Hey, what's with all the shoutin'?"

"Yeah, give it a rest! Can't get my nut off with all this shit goin' on."

"Ey… Is that Blue? The fuck is he doin' here by himself?"

It was true. He was truly alone. Not even Luppi, Grimmjow's most loyal admirer, was trailing behind him. Why the hell would Grimmjow charge in by himself? How far did he really think he could get inside Quincy territory before he was stopped? Maybe he really HAS gone crazy..

When Askin lifted his foot, Grimmjow quickly rolled over to push himself up, but Gerard wouldn't let him. The sound of knuckles hitting skin echoed down the hall and continued to grow in volume, especially when the rest of the Quincy joined in on the fun. Who in their right mind would pass up a free shot at the previous King of Hueco Mundo?

Ichigo winced in sympathy. He couldn't see what was happening but he could hear every hard connection of skin along with each sharp intake of breath from Grimmjow.

He was taking the beating like a champ though.

With a scoff, Bazz-B let the sheet fall back into place before returning his attention to Ichigo. Grimmjow was a decent fighter, Bazz-B could admit that, but there was no way he was getting through his whole gang, especially while he was still recovering.

"Your boyfriend's gone insane."

Ichigo was sitting up now and had his knees crossed over each other to hide his shame. He wrapped his arms around his legs and curled into a tight ball when Bazz-B settled down beside him. Ichigo's breath caught when cold fingers brushed over the curve of his spine, caressing his overheated skin and making him shiver.

"He's not my boyfriend…" He managed to huff out while trying to resist the impulse to lean into Bazz-B's warmth.

"Could've fooled me..." Bazz-B reached up with his other hand and threaded his fingers into silky, orange tresses. "The way you two were yellin' and whisperin' to each other in the canteen…" He tightened his grip, forcing a pained hiss to seep between Ichigo's lips, and then he pulled until chestnut eyes were looking back at the wall. Bazz-B leaned forward to hover his mouth over the exposed throat before continuing, "You looked more like lovers having a lil' spat." He bit down hard around Ichigo's adam's apple and relished the long groan that vibrated beneath his teeth. He sucked on salty flesh and let his tongue get a good taste of the skin he'd been fantasizing about. Bazz-B roughly pulled the hair still caught around his fingers until he had Ichigo on his back once again. He then released the throat from between his lips but didn't stay away for long. He slid his face up to press an open-mouthed kiss along Ichigo's temple and listened to the quick pants brushing against his ear before whispering, "To be honest with you, I was starting to get a little jealous." Bazz-B quickly pulled their faces together to attack Ichigo's lips with his own. He was rough and demanding and all angry teeth.

Ichigo placed both palms against the hard chest above him. He resisted the urge to shove the man away even when he felt a hand push his legs apart. Bazz-B hummed as he settled himself between strong thighs that could easily crush his ribs. He had this powerful creature compliant and squirming beneath him, and Bazz-B couldn't remember the last time he was this turned on. With a small groan, he rolled his hips in excitement at the very thought. Ichigo grimaced and wanted to pull away when Bazz-B tilted his head to deepen the kiss but he stopped fighting after he got a good look over the man's shoulder.

The scene on the TV was different now. Whoever was holding the camera had turned their attention towards the playground and their focus was trained solely on Neliel. She still had Bawa-Bawa pinned against her side as she ran around and kicked up sand, her round face pulled into a big smile.

Ichigo choked down his emotions and tightened his resolve.

This was for her .

Don't fuck it up!

Bazz-B blinked in surprise when warm hands snaked up his torso to grab his face. Fingers lightly pressed into the back of his head and tugged at his mohawk, but in a passionate way that had Bazz-B grinning from ear to ear. He grunted but didn't fight back as he was jerked down into another kiss.

He'd never really expected to kiss Reaper so much.

Kissing was just so… personal.

This was for dominance and pleasure—not intimacy , but Bazz-B wasn't going to refuse what was given to him. Plus, he knew Ichigo must be having trouble keeping himself under control with Sousuke's new serum coursing through his veins. Bazz-B never had the courage to test it on himself, but after watching a few of his pets turn into a mess of lustful goo… Well… Reaper was an amazing fighter and he had an extraordinary tolerance, but he was only human.

Bazz-B pushed forward and opened his mouth to swirl his tongue around Ichigo's. He sucked the other's wet muscle between his own teeth and gently bit down to keep him still as he roughly spread those long, tan legs further apart, opening Ichigo up beneath him.

"Shit! Get the boss!"

"This ain't good!"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Bazz-B growled deep in his throat when he heard footsteps running straight for his cell. Were they seriously having trouble with ONE guy?

But… Now that Bazz-B stopped to listen closely, there was too much noise going on out there for it to just be Grimmjow. The running steps were suddenly replaced by a pained yelp, then it went silent. Focus now latched to the only exit, Bazz-B sat up slowly but stubbornly remained between Ichigo's legs. He watched the hanging sheet expectantly... because Askin should be coming through any second to tell him Grimmjow was taken care of… Right?

But it was quiet. Too quiet.

With a gulp, Bazz-B retreated from Ichigo when the sound of footsteps returned, but this time it was more than just one, and they weren't in a hurry. Bazz-B felt dread build in his gut with each echoed step, like a tower of mud getting slapped together one layer at a time.

Thinking quickly, he reached for the remote and managed to click the television off and chuck the device away before the sheet was torn down. There was a loud RIP as the fabric snagged on the metal's edge. A long piece of it hung from the corner while the rest fell away to reveal Grimmjow.

And he definitely wasn't alone.

Ichigo propped himself on his elbows and grabbed a pillow to cover his lower half. It took some effort, but once he was up, Ichigo looked past a bruised and bloody Grimmjow to see Nnoitra, Yammy, Ulquiorra, and a whole list of random faces that he assumed were Vasto Lordes. He gulped and felt his dick reluctantly throb when multiple eyes roamed across every inch of his exposed flesh.

Bazz-B didn't bother covering himself up. He squared his shoulders and crossed his arms with a low growl. His confidence wilted, however, when the Vasto Lordes answered his glower with sadistic glee etched across their uninjured faces. Bazz-B suddenly understood, with a surprising amount of clarity, that the reason Grimmjow rushed in by himself was to be 'bait'. Such a stupid and reckless plan, in Bazz-B's opinion, but it fucking worked. Grimmjow, all by his lonesome, was able to lure ALL of Hotshot's men out of their own cells as well as keep them distracted! The guy looked beat to hell now, sure, but he undeniably had the upper hand… Bazz-B peered through the crowd to inspect the unconscious bodies littering his hallway. Both irritation and disappointment swirled inside him when he realized every single one of them was a Quincy. None of 'em noticed the parade of fuckheads?! He flinched at the sight Gerard's mangled body. Bazz-B only recognized it was him because of the large muscles and few strands of blonde that weren't dyed in blood. The only ones left unscathed were his pets, who were cowering inside a single cell together.

"You realize what you've just done, right? My father will—"

"Shut da FUCK up." Grimmjow took the ripped sheet that was still in his grasp and tossed it at Ichigo without even looking in his direction. The orangette spluttered as it landed on his face but then adjusted the fabric so it covered more of his nakedness.

Bazz-B's teeth gnashed together with suppressed rage as he tried so very hard not to lose his temper. He sculpted his expression into an unimpressed scowl before stepping forward to put himself between Ichigo and Grimmjow. He turned so that he was fully facing his opponent, erection up and proud. His lack of shame helped keep some of them at a distance. None of them felt comfortable approaching and yet their eyes continued to trace over all of the naked skin revealed to them.

"You've got a lotta nerve… But, in a fucked up way, I kinda respect it. So! I'll give ya one last chance ta rethink your next move." Bazz-B kept his arms tucked to his chest as he narrowed his eyes into a hard glare. At least he wasn't smirking anymore, which meant he understood the seriousness of what was happening. "My father will—"

Grimmjow rushed forward, making Bazz-B's jaw snap shut, but the bluenette didn't attack. He just bobbed in close like a cobra and said, "Ya know… You're so damn predictable. I told 'em you'd start cryin' for the warden the second ya saw us. You lean on that man WAY too fuckin' much. All you are is a fuckin' daddy's boy." When Bazz-B stayed quiet, Grimmjow backed up just enough to let the man breathe. "Now then… Let's get somethin' straight." He lifted a single hand and snapped his fingers, signaling his men to pile inside the cell and form a broken circle around them.

Ichigo didn't make a single sound; Not only to concentrate on what would happen next but also because he was having trouble focusing on any of his senses; His vision was getting blurry, his throat felt dry, and his skin tingled beyond control. It felt like someone had licked him from head to toe then dunked him in a barrel of PopRocks candy. Not to mention his tender dick throbbed whenever it brushed against the cool sheets. Ichigo tried to blink clear his vision and managed to lift his head so he could stare at the blob of light-blue hair. Goosebumps erupted across his arms and legs when Grimmjow's powerful voice filled the room.

"I don't give a shit 'bout you or your daddy complex, so you can quit actin' tough. We ALL know the warden is runnin' for senate next month." His lip curled into a victorious smirk when Bazz-B visibly tensed yet his proud-pole drooped at the same time. "And once that guy sets his mind to somethin', it's gonna happen. SO! Let's just cut to the chase—you are NOTHIN' without your father."

Bazz-B's upper lip rose on one side in a nasty snarl but he kept his comments to himself. He knew exactly where this was going and there wasn't much he could say or do to defend himself—especially with his gang out cold and no guards to back him up. He couldn't even HOPE that a random guard might happen to walk by, because Bazz-B himself told them all to stay the hell out of his Wing—cuz who would be bat-shit-crazy enough to attack HIS cellblock!?

Apparently Grimmjow was.

"My father's not gone yet. And 'fore he leaves I will make goddamn sure you regret this…" Was all Bazz-B could say in retaliation. It was his ONLY lifeline.

Grimmjow barked a loud laugh right in his face then used both hands to shove Bazz-B towards his desk. Magenta brows pinched in frustration when he tripped over the chair but quickly recovered and lifted his fists warningly. He swung at Grimmjow's head when he was shoved once again, but it was easily blocked. Bazz-B felt the back of his thighs hit the desktop, stopping him in his tracks.

Fuuuck..

He was cornered. Surrounded. Trapped. Actual panic, a feeling Bazz-B hadn't felt in a very long time, began to boil his spine, especially once he saw his Pets huddled by the doorway. They still weren't brave enough to go inside without permission, even though their Master was obviously being 'dethroned', but their eagerness to witness what was about to happen wasn't missed by anyone.

"You already knew this was gonna happen when you heard your pops was leavin'." Grimmjow taunted. He gave the man another powerful push, forcing him up on top of the desk. Now Bazz-B wished that he got back into his boxers when he had the chance. "You've made too many enemies by flauntin' your power—your immunity , but that's gonna be gone soon. Was it worth it? Was it worth havin' all this cozy shit!?" Grimmjow swung his arms around Bazz-B's fancy cell for emphasis. "I don't give a shit what Yhwach does to me—He can keep me chained up in solitary fer all I care!" Grimmjow reached up to lock fingers around Bazz-B's jaw, keeping the man from looking away as he continued, "'Cause even if I'm locked away, you already know once 'Daddy' is gone, there're plenty a' other people just itchin' to take you out. Shinigami, Vasto Lorde, Vizard, Arrancar—HELL, even your own fuckin' gang wants you dead!" He could feel the muscles along Bazz-B's jaw clenching beneath his fingers. "You remember that first day we met?" Grimmjow paused to smirk while he let Bazz-B think back to that particular day, "Remember I told ya I'd make you eat my fuckin' knuckles one a' these days. Well, today's the day..." He held Bazz-B's face still as he pulled his other hand back, muscles winding like a loaded spring and fingers clenched into a tight fist.

"Stop!"

Eyes looked up to see Ichigo trying, and failing, to stand on his own two feet. He somehow kept his grip on the sheet to cover his shame, but it was like watching someone wear high-heeled shoes for the first time. Ichigo's face twisted in embarrassment as he used the bed to pull himself up. Surprisingly, it was Ulquiorra who stepped forward first. He had one arm graciously stretched out for Ichigo to grab.

"Jesus… You drugged him again ? What the fuck is wrong with you!?" Grimmjow's fist reared back for an even stronger punch as he glared daggers at Bazz-B, but he was interrupted—once again!

"Grimmjow! STOP!" Ichigo said as he pulled himself back up with Ulquiorra's help. He was still wobbly and had to use the other man as a prop but, oddly enough, Ulquiorra didn't seem to mind.

"What?!" Grimmjow refused to lower his fist a single inch. "You sayin' you want this piece of shit?"

"No…" Ichigo shook his head once and stopped when it made him feel dizzy. He swayed on his feet and would've fallen back if a strong arm didn't lock around his waist. The orangette's skin tingled and his face burned bright red when Ulquiorra's cold skin slid across his heated flesh. He needed to calm down, but it was frustratingly difficult to even stand upright, let alone argue with his stubborn ex while fighting off orgasms with each simple touch. "I don't WANT 'im… but..." A strange sensation jolted through his veins and Ulquiorra's hold couldn't save him this time when his knees buckled. "F-fuck." Ichigo cursed under his breath. A pale hand reached out for him, but he shook his head and waved it away. He tried to speak, but all that came out was a shaky exhale.

Grimmjow wasn't going to wait forever and Ichigo needed him to understand that Bazz-B was off limits to any knuckle-to-face action! Thinking hard, Ichigo lowered himself closer to the floor and peeked under the bed. He reached out to grab the remote where he remembered hearing it drop and slowly drug himself back onto the bed before turning towards the television. Everyone else had to turn around to see what the man was looking at and some of them made a surprised sound.

"Da fuck!? Hotshot has his own damn TV?"

"Duh! Didn't you see it before? 'Sides, everyone talks about it, dipshit…"

"Yeah, but I didn't believe 'em!"

Apparently not many people, outside of the Quincy and his Pets, were allowed to see Bazz-B's cell.

Ichigo turned the TV on and squinted through his blurry vision to see a few shoulders droop and he even heard a hiss of disapproval. Thankfully that meant he wasn't the only one disgusted by Bazz-B's idea of 'control'.

"Huh…?" Grimmjow's brows furrowed when he saw a beautiful, light haired woman displayed to them. She had a warm smile with soft features and assets that any female would kill to possess. Sitting by the pretty woman's feet, down in the grass, was a little girl with sea-green hair that was tied back in a messy french braid.

Were they…?

"Yoooo. That's fucked UP!" Nnoitra's voice cut through the tense silence and captured their attention.

"What? What's fucked up?" Yammy asked what some of the others were wondering. "Who's the chick?"

Nnoitra took a quick glance towards Ichigo to see the emotionally pained look on his face, confirming his suspicions, before answering, "She must be Reaper's old lady, and that brat's gotta be the one he told us 'bout." He gave Yammy and Ulquiorra a pointed look because they were both there when Ichigo revealed his story about taking the baby. "And this piece a' shit," Nnoitra whirled around to point one long, boney finger at Bazz-B, "Is probably threatening to do somethin' to 'em if Reaper don't fuck'm." He paused when most of the men looked over to the accused man with disgust and disappointment. "Ain't that right? Fuckin' coward. " Nnoitra hissed while pressing closer to Grimmjow's side so he could jab at Bazz-B's chest.

Mizuiro, who had been cowering with the rest of the pets, jumped forward and slinked his way through the crowded space. Once he got close enough to see the screen, he immediately knew what Nnoitra was referring to.

Grimmjow looked to Ichigo for confirmation and scowled when he realized the orangette was too busy looking around the bed for something to even notice him. Ichigo reached out both hands and felt around the sheets until his fingers finally landed on the prize. Blue eyes widened slightly when a cell phone was lifted into the air—as high up as Ichigo had the strength to hold it.

"He…" Ichigo's voice cracked so he paused to clear his throat before trying again, "He said... he has ta text whoever is holding th' camera or'll kill my… my daughter…" Ichigo held the device towards Grimmjow, but the man refused to move away from Bazz-B, so Ulquiorra grabbed it instead. Impossibly green eyes inspected the phone critically. He pressed the top button, bringing it to life to reveal a lockscreen. He then flipped it around for Grimmjow to see without the man having to leave his position. Ulquiorra shrugged while Ichigo continued explaining, "S'why ya can't knock'im out… 'least not right now—I need'im conscious so he c'n call off his friend.." Ichigo anxiously gripped the sheet and pulled it closer as his gaze shifted everywhere but at the man he was speaking to. He couldn't bring himself to even look at Grimmjow without shuddering in desire.

A blue brow rose when he noticed the way Ichigo avoided his gaze. Then he watched with a slight smirk as the orangette slowly sunk into bed, like whatever energy he had left was leaking straight through his pores. Ichigo's grip on the sheet dropped, causing it to slide down his torso and pool around his waist—where a noticeable tent had formed. Grimmjow had to tear his gaze away from sun kissed skin and smooth muscles glistening in a thin layer of sweat. Instead, he focused back on the television to glare at the woman.

This is why he's been acting so submissive? To protect some bitch he knocked up? And a brat he calls 'daughter'?

His glare withered when he looked back to Ichigo and his grip on Bazz-B's face loosened as he continued to stare at the sullen man he'd come to respect and idolize—not that he'd ever admit it out loud…

"Soooo… what now?" Yammy crossed his arms over thick pectorals while looking back and forth between Grimmjow and Bazz-B.

With an irritated huff, Grimmjow shoved at Bazz-B's face, forcing him further across the desk. There was no fucking way he was leaving here until this guy knew he wasn't in charge anymore! He couldn't let this sack o' shit get away with this!

"A'ight! Here's what's gonna happen!" Grimmjow barked all of a sudden, making some of the men jump in surprise, but Ichigo was too far gone to react much. Grimmjow tugged on one of Bazz-B's legs and quickly flipped him over so that he was face down. He grabbed a hold of that bright mohawk and pulled while also pushing down on the small of his back to keep him pressed against the desk. "'Ey, put the phone right next to 'im." Grimmjow jutted his chin in the spot he wanted. Ulquiorra shrugged and tossed the device onto the desk, letting it slide into place.

Bazz-B's throat bobbed with a nervous gulp but he kept his mouth shut even as his knees were roughly kicked apart. A hot breath ghosted over his ear, followed by Grimmjow's dark voice, "So tell me, Bazzard ," Said man jerked and growled angrily at the sound of his real name but it went ignored, "Ya ever gotten dicked down 'fore? Or am I 'bout to pop your cherry?" Grimmjow licked his lips in excitement when he felt the body beneath him tense up.

Bazz-B was trying very hard not to let Grimmjow intimidate him, but he couldn't keep a straight face when he heard the suit being unzipped directly behind him.

"Dammit!" He yanked his head forward, wincing at the harsh tug along his hairline, and shook himself to dislodge the hand pinning him down, but Grimmjow was there to stay. "FUCK no! Your dick goes anywhere near me and you'll fuckin' regret it, Blue! I'm ser—" Bazz-B's rant broke off when his face collided with wood then he was snatched up by his hair only to be slammed back down again.

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up." Bazz-B's face met the desk harshly with each word, emphasizing how furious Grimmjow was. He attempted to turn away but yelped when his nose smacked against the wood with a solid crnch . Blood dripped from one nostril to stain his lips and Bazz-B really hoped his nose wasn't broken.

With a roar, Bazz-B lashed out and struggled. Desperate, he swung an elbow backwards, right where he remembered Gerard punching before. He must have hit a bruise directly because Grimmjow's grip faltered. Bazz-B shifted his hips to kick out and ripped the hand from his hair.

"Dammit. Yammy, Nnoi, gimme a hand here." Grimmjow snapped while slamming his arms down on either side of Bazz-B's hip to keep him in place. Nnoitra eagerly jumped into the mix while Yammy scrunched his nose in distaste, but he didn't refuse Grimmjow's command. They each took a spot next to their pack leader so they could grab Bazz-B's arms and pin his upper half across the desk.

The panic was intense now and it grew tenfold when one of Grimmjow's hands left to finish unzipping. He then heard the movement of cloth against skin.

"For real! Blue! This ain't funny man!"

"You hear me laughin'!?" Grimmjow shot back. Now that Nnoitra and Yammy had control of him, Grimmjow was able to lean back and enjoy the view from his 'throne'. Man it felt fucking GOOD to have this bastard finally at his mercy. He took his sweet time stroking himself to full hardness as he watched his prey thrash in alarm, trying with all his might to break free. He backed off just enough to see how his own dick slid up and between Bazz-B's ass cheeks. He thrust his hips forward and then rolled them so that the underside of his erection passed over the man's tightly clenched hole.

"'Ey, yo… King."

Blue eyes snapped sideways to see one of his men, a small guy with light hair named Di Roy, waving a hand to get his attention.

"What?" He snapped and Di Roy leaned away to point towards the hall.

"Some o' the Quincy are wakin' up."

"Then knock 'em back out!" Grimmjow shrugged indifferently but when he looked back down at Bazz-B's straining body he instantly took it back, "Wait... Better yet—drag 'em over and give his Pets some room. They should all watch what's 'bout to happen to their precious 'Master'."

"Wait, wait, wait!" Bazz-B's voice rose in pitch as desperation pumped his system. "C'mon man!"

Nnoitra grunted and had to lean forward to put his full weight on the powerful arm struggling beneath him. Yammy only huffed through his nose and slowly bent back the arm he was in control of until Bazz-B hissed in pain. Meanwhile, Grimmjow reached down with both hands to spread muscular cheeks apart then bent his knees so that the head of his dick was lined up to Bazz-B's sphincter.

But then he stopped.

He waited for the stage to be set. Askin, whose face was bruised and bloody, and a few of the other Quincy were drug inside and given front row seats to the show.

"Nnoi, let go of his arm for a sec." When said man did, Bazz-B immediately reached back to push Grimmjow away, but Yammy kept him from bending back. "Now then… If you really don't want your boys here ta see you get fucked raw n' bloody," He paused to press closer until the very tip of his prick was just about to push through that first ring of muscle. Bazz-B went completely still, fearing he might accidentally make it penetrate if he so much as coughed. "Then I'm gonna need you to use that phone, call your buddy, and tell'm to back offa Reaper's girls."

Bazz-B sunk against the desk with a small, defeated growl and then reached for his cell phone. He looked like he was about to do as he was told, like a good little bitch, but then he glanced over his shoulder. There was a sharp gleam in those forest-green eyes when they clashed with electric blue and Grimmjow's heart swelled with trepidation.

Fuck!

He quickly reached out to grab the device before Bazz-B could, but he wasn't quite fast enough. There was a sharp CLAKK of fragile metal and glass hitting the wall before it clattered to the floor in pieces; The now useless screen webbed with cracks, some pieces of it wouldn't even turn on.

Blue eyes instantly sought Ichigo's reaction, but the poor man was no longer with them—at least not mentally. He was motionless on the mattress, except for the rapid rise and fall of his chest. He was drenched in so much sweat that the white sheet wrapped around his hips was practically see-through. His tanned skin glowed in the fluorescent light and patches of pink dusted his face, shoulders, and across chest.

In other words, he was a hot mess…

And now Grimmjow had to find a way to help those girls or wind up on Ichigo's hit-list—right next to Grand Fisher.

With a vicious snarl, Grimmjow pushed his hips forward, forcing himself inside Bazz-B's dry entrance. The raw friction tugged at the tight skin of his dick, until he was fully seated inside. "Fuck! Shit!" The Quincy leader cursed through the rough invasion but he knew what the consequence would be for destroying that phone. "You motherfucker! I'm gonna fuckin' KILL you! NO—Even better—I hope she records everythin' done to that little girl so I can replay it for Reaper later! And I'll make sure he knows you're responsible, Blue!" Bazz-B ranted angrily while attempting to ignore the painful sting burning up his insides. Grimmjow's only response was a rough scoff before jerking his hips back. He smirked when there was less resistance this time and looked down to see red staining his cock. With a sick laugh, Grimmjow shoved himself back inside and then repeated the motion until he finally heard Bazz-B whimper.

"If you want me to stop, then ya better have another way of contacting 'em—cuz I can do this all fuckin' day, ya prick."

Bazz-B choked on a pained gasp after a particularly harsh thrust and bit the inside of his cheek to keep any more pitiful sounds from escaping. With all the men he's raped and abused here at Hueco Mundo, Bazz-B never once doubted that Karma would eventually come to collect his debt-but for the punishment to come from Blue !? Mannnnn… Bazz-B should've seen this coming a long time ago.

"Yeah! Well! YOU might have all day, but Reaper's girl only has forty minutes left ta live now." Bazz-B hissed back and then pressed his forehead down against the desk, grinding it there to distract himself from the pain further below. He got a punch in the back of the head for talking back, but he wasn't deterred. A small trickle of blood dripped from his nose to pool right in front of his eyes, giving Bazz-B something to glare at with all the hate he felt in that moment. "Better start thinkin' of excuses to tell Reaper now. Let'm know how you fucked up!"

"Woah. Wait."

Grimmjow paused what he was doing to look up at Nnoitra, who was staring back at the TV with a wide grin. Curious, Grimmjow looked over his shoulder to see two more females on the screen; One a woman with long, ebony hair that was wrapped in a strange front braid and the other a little girl sporting short, bubblegum-pink hair.

"I know how to fix this, bossman!" Nnoitra exclaimed with a smirk before switching his gaze to the short blonde standing beside him. "Tesla, go find Captain Jingles. Quick!"

The blonde nodded and immediately made a beeline to the exit then jerked into a full sprint down the hallway.

"Huh…? Why you gettin' Zaraki involved again?" Grimmjow grunted when he felt the way Bazz-B clenched around him. There was panic in his eyes as his struggles started up again.

Nnoitra returned to holding Bazz-B's other arm, helping pin the man back down as he answered, "That lil' pink girl—that's his daughter , Bro!"

"What?" Yammy took another look at the screen to see the child in question and he rose a thick, orange brow in bewilderment. "Pah. She looks nuttin' like 'im."

"Are you seriously tryin' to compare a girl to that giant sack of muscle? Fuck off, man." Grimmjow actually laughed as he imagined a girly, pink-haired version of Zaraki.

His face fell back into a serious frown when strong muscles squeezed him again and again, as if Bazz-B could actually push him out. Grimmjow hissed and rolled his hips to loosen the man up as he leaned forward, whispering, "That's right, Pet~ Nice and fuckin' TIGHT. Feels so fuckin' good. Might even make me cum if ya keep that up."

Just to be difficult, and to do the exact opposite of what Grimmjow wanted, Bazz-B concentrated on relaxing, but then he sucked in a harsh breath when he realized it was only helping the man go deeper .

"God dammit!" Bazz-B snarled. His fists tightened with rising bloodlust, but there was nothing he could do while so outnumbered. He scowled and slammed his own forehead onto the desk in frustration when small rivulets of what could only be blood began to drip down his legs. Growling, Bazz-B tried to pull himself into his own mind so he could safely plan his revenge. The only comfort he found through the pain was imaging how each of these bastards would suffer. Especially Grimmjow.

"N-nnm! Ah!"

Blue bangs swayed as Grimmjow's head snapped in the direction of that familiar sound. His gaze instantly zeroed in on Ichigo and he scowled at Mizuiro, who was leaning over the orangette with a serious expression on his face. He had one small hand pressed to the other's sweat-soaked forehead and that single touch must have been what Ichigo reacted to. He was squirming and moving his legs restlessly but he still wasn't fully aware of his surroundings.

Whatever Bazz-B used this time, it was much stronger than the usual poison.

"Get the fuck away from him!" Grimmjow shouted, feeling overprotective of Ichigo while he was in such a vulnerable state.

Mizuiro jumped at the sudden order aimed at him and instantly retreated, but he didn't move far. He fiddled nervously with his zipper and refused to look up as he hurried to explain, "He's burning u-up…" He coughed to clear his throat and hopefully chase away the stutter before he continued, "I've been through the same thing before… It's the lube. He needs to cool off—cold water from the showers would help, but he also needs to… uh… release. " A small blush coated his cheeks as he emphasized that last word, embarrassed by the very thought of Ichigo having an orgasm.

Grimmjow looked back and forth between Mizuiro and Ichigo, who had his head thrown back and was panting like a dog in heat. Fuck. The red patches had spread further, making it look like his skin was on fire. Was he having some kind of allergic reaction? Or did this always happen with that particular drug?

"Alright… I believe ya." Grimmjow grabbed Bazz-B's mohawk and pulled until the man was looking straight at the ceiling, throat bared and tendons straining. He then yanked backwards while thrusting forward. Bazz-B winced at the rough treatment but managed to swallow the pained noise that almost escaped. Grimmjow punished the man with a few more attacks before shoving forward one last time. He rolled his hips and rocked his whole body to stretch the other's torn and bleeding asshole, making sure to cause as much damage as possible. Bazz-B couldn't swallow the whimper this time. Grimmjow stayed stuffed inside for a long second before finally ripping away completely.

He left Bazz-B a stunned and bloody mess and then watched as the man closed his legs and curled against the desk. With a satisfied huff, Grimmjow tucked his still hard and blood soaked erection back inside his shorts. He zipped the suit back up as he slowly spun around to face the others, a wicked smirk stamped across his face. Once he was all the way around, he flicked bright blue bangs away from his face then jutted a thumb over his shoulder.

"You guys wanna play with my new toy while I deal with this?"

The dark chuckles and evil smirks he received were exactly what he wanted. Everyone had been waiting for their chance to have some fun, so they didn't hesitate to rush forward and form a line.

Askin, as well as the other Quincy who were forced to watch their leader get anally destroyed, were pushed aside to make room. They glanced at each other and Askin nodded his head towards the exit, but the others were too scared to move. The man rolled his eyes and then waited until most of the Vasto Lordes were busy arguing over who got sloppy seconds to notice him heading for the doorway. Even Grimmjow was too focused fussing over Ichigo to notice the escapee, that or he just didn't care.

Askin thought he was home free and turned to bolt outside, only to run face first into a guard uniform.

"Shit."

There goes his escape plan… But at least the guards were here, so nothing else was going to happen to them. Right?

One blue brow quirked upwards when Grimmjow turned to see what was going on. He and the others froze when they spotted a guard leaning against the bars in the doorway. The man was tall with slicked back, brown hair and cold grey eyes.

Grimmjow narrowed his own eyes suspiciously when the guard didn't immediately jump in to save the day. He wasn't reacting like the newer guards and he wasn't affiliated with any of the gangs in Hueco Mundo—like most of the senior guards; Grimmjow knew this because he liked to keep close tabs on all of the guards, but he couldn't remember ever seeing this man before.

He was a mystery and Grimmjow didn't like the way his stern gaze kept shifting to Ichigo.

Blue eyes sunk down to take a peek at his nametag: Ginjou Kuugo.

"Alright… You have two minutes to explain what the hell's going on before I give Captain Zaraki a buzz." The guard gestured to his radio before crossing both arms.

The others looked to Grimmjow to take charge of the situation, and he did so readily. He stepped forward, "Go ahead! We already sent someone ta fetch'm!" He jutted his chin towards the television, "Zaraki needs to come see this bullshit for himself."

Ginjou had to fully enter the cell and turn around to actually see what Grimmjow was talking about. They all watched the guard carefully as he took a good look at the screen. A deep frown tugged at his lips and grey eyes darkened to a sharp granite.

"Everyone except Bazz-B and Grimmjow. Out. Now ." Ginjou said in a quiet, but deathly serious tone. Askin and the other Quincy instantly took the chance to leave and didn't even spare their poor leader a backwards glance.

Unlike them, the Vasto Lordes turned to Grimmjow to see if they should really leave. The bluenette debated for a moment, wondering if he should keep them around until Zaraki showed up, but then he heard Ichigo making those desperate, needy sounds behind him. He quickly motioned for everyone to leave, some a little more reluctant to go than others. Nnoitra and Ulquiorra especially wanted to be a part of whatever happened next, but they didn't fight Grimmjow's authority.

While everyone else trickled out, Mizuiro refused to leave Ichigo's side; He knew exactly what the man was going through and he wasn't sure if it was such a good idea to leave him alone with Blue and a guard they didn't even know. Bazz-B was here too, but he didn't seem like much of a threat as he peeled himself away from the desk on trembling arms. Ginjou cleared his throat and gave Mizuiro a pointed look, making the guy fidget, but he still refused to leave.

"I'll make sure he's okay..."

Mizuiro looked up to see blue eyes peering down at him. He gave the man a quizzical look that bordered on disbelief. Since when did Blue think of anyone else but himself?

Although...

Now that he was up close, Mizuiro could see the bruises forming on his face and the still bleeding split in his lip.

How could Mizuiro doubt Grimmjow when the man just forced his way through a whole gang to get to Ichigo.

He fought the Quincy !

Mizuiro sighed softly through his nose and looked back down at Ichigo with a new form of respect and even a little bit of envy. He wished he had someone who cared that deeply for him.

"Alright… just don't let him stay like that for too long, he'll overheat." Mizuiro explained quietly as he passed but Ginjou quickly snatched his arm.

"What was given to him?" He nodded to Ichigo and Mizuiro cowered slightly at the demanding tone.

"B-Bazz-B's special lube… I'm not sure what's in it b-but Chad was sent to the hospital after it was used on him… So..."

"Shit. Alright. Out." Ginjou said sharply then released the smaller male's skinny arm. Mizuiro left without another word. Ginjou huffed an annoyed breath at Ichigo's direction before spinning to face the television once more.

Grimmjow cautiously put himself in front of Ichigo to block him from the other two men in the room, but he let his shoulders drop when he saw Ginjou take out a silver flask from his chest pocket.

"Fucking hell… This is the bullshit I've been warning him about. Stupid punk is gonna kill me—worrying about his self sacrificing ass while his family gets caught in the middle. I swear I'm gonna..." His angry rant fell off into irritated mumbling that Grimmjow couldn't make out and then he went quiet after lifting the flask to take a long swig. Ginjou wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and returned the item to his pocket before spinning to face the others. "You said you already sent for Zaraki?" When Grimmjow nodded Ginjou cursed under his breath, making the bluenette wonder why.

Bazz-B was too busy carefully maneuvering himself back into his chair to really care. He winced when cool leather made contact with his raw bottom and he spun the chair around so he could inspect his own torn rectum. He wasn't quite flexible enough to get a good look, but he could see all the blood drying between his thighs. He wiped away the blood beneath his nose, which looked a little bent and swollen, then sent a seething glare towards Grimmjow over the back of the chair. It went ignored.

"We HAD to get Zaraki involved because this dipshit," Grimmjow jutted his thumb in Bazz-B's direction, "Destroyed his own phone and refuses to call off his buddy with the camera. He said the guy is gonna kill Ichigo's girl in the next half hour if he doesn't contact him, but then Nnoi saw that pink girl and said she was the captain's kid. Figured Zaraki could call those two and ask 'em to warn the others." He watched Ginjou's expression carefully as he explained, not understanding how this man seemed to be soaking in the information so easily. Almost like he already knew exactly what was happening and Grimmjow was just giving him extra details now.

"That's only if the Captain gets here in time… Seems like Tesla is takin' his sweet time lookin' for him." Bazz-B snarled over his shoulder but he didn't turn to face them. He kept his arms crossed and green eyes locked on the desk.

Grimmjow was about to rush the man but paused when Ginjou reached into his own pocket. The man pulled out a cell phone and quickly thumbed through the touch screen. After a second he placed the device to his ear and looked up at the screen with a long sigh. Grimmjow and even Bazz-B looked on in disbelief as the kind-looking woman on the screen with long, black hair reached for the purse beside her. There was no sound on the monitor but they could hear the soft, " Hello?" that flitted through Ginjou's phone.

"Hello! Unohana! So lovely to hear your beautiful voice again." Ginjou slathered each word in a sickly sweet tone that was obviously forced. Grimmjow cringed at the act and fought the urge to roll his eyes. The line was silent for a long moment and each of them watched as she pulled the phone from her ear to look down at the caller ID with a frown. Then she pressed her thumb to the screen and only Ginjou heard the soft ' click ' as he was disconnected. She just hung up on him!

Grimmjow would've found the man's expression amusing under different circumstances but right now they needed to fix this before it was too late.

Ginjou didn't seem panicked though. He calmly pulled the phone away and pressed redial then returned it to his ear. He watched Unohana stare at her phone for a second, as if she were debating whether or not to answer. She finally did on the tenth ring.

" I thought I told you I was finished with Xcution, Ginjou. You shouldn't be calling me..."

Grimmjow's eyes slowly widened. Xcution? Isn't that the same assassination group where Ichigo became Reaper? Was he a member as well? The mysteries behind this guy continued to grow by the second, and yet Grimmjow felt like everything was starting to make sense.

"This isn't about that," Ginjou quickly explained before Unohana decided to hang up again, "Reaper got himself in some trouble and he needs your help right now ."

He saw the way her frown deepened and her eyes flitted onto Yachiru before a sigh crackled through the speakers.

" You know I have great respect for him, especially after he saved Ken, so I'd love to help, but I'm—"

"At the park with your daughter, I know." Ginjou cut her off and then jumped right into an explanation, "I don't have time to explain everything, but that little girl with teal hair playing with Yachiru is Reaper's daughter."

" Nelliel?" Unohana spoke aloud in surprise while her back straightened into a tight line. Said girl looked up at the sound of her name and Inoue looked over with her own curious expression, but Unohana just smiled and waved it off. Nelliel gave the nice woman a giant grin and waved back before resuming her game of tag with Yachiru. " How do you know we're at the park? Are you hiding somewhere nearby, you rat?"

Ginjou snorted at the accusation and rolled his shoulders, "Save your angry comments for later, we don't have time. But to answer your question: I can see you and the girls right now because someone is filming you." Unohana's sharp eyes carefully inspected the area while trying not to seem too conspicuous about it. Her gaze roamed until she was looking directly into the camera. "Yes. Right there. Whoever is holding that camera, they're getting ready to hurt Nel and Inoue—Reaper's fiancé."

' EX-fiancé' Grimmjow wanted to correct but he bit his tongue. He just silently watched as Unohana's soft gaze turned into something much more malicious.

" ..."

"Listen… I know you retired for a reason, but I don't think the man threatening them will back off unless you kill him." Ginjou looked to Bazz-B as he spoke, expecting the man to protest, or at least say something against it, but was met with silence. Bazz-B didn't seem worried about his so-called 'friend' at all and Grimmjow couldn't tell if it was because he believed a woman like Unohana couldn't kill anyone, or if he really just didn't give a shit about the guy.

" It's a woman… And she's using her phone to record. Are you sure there's no other way to handle this?"

Ginjou kept his eyes on Bazz-B and pulled the phone away only slightly to talk to him directly, "Last chance, man. If you don't tell your girlfriend to leave Nel alone.. she'll be killed."

Bazz-B winced as he shifted into a more comfortable position but then he crossed his arms and pinned Ginjou with a bored glare. "You kill her and you'll be signing your own fucking funeral."

"What're you talkin' about?" Grimmjow snapped; He could hear Ichigo's restless shifting behind him and it was making him extremely impatient. The sooner they got this over with, the sooner he could help Ichigo and make sure the guy didn't have a damn heat stroke.

"Her name is Bambietta and she's my sister . Honestly, she's a bitch and I could care less what happens to her, but father is actually quite fond of his 'princess'. You kill her and ya may as well be startin' a war ."

Ginjou's grip on the phone tightened and he narrowed his eyes in thought. He knew Yhwach well enough to know the man was no joke. He was extremely ambitious with plenty of wealth and power behind his name… Ginjou's gaze softened when it shifted to Ichigo, a man he spent years shaping into the perfect killing machine, then he looked back at the screen to see Nelliel's bubbly face as she ran across the playground. Ginjou would start a war against the whole world if it meant saving her and his orange haired idiot. A fond sigh seeped through his nostrils. He pressed the phone back to his ear and then said with finality, "Make sure there's no trace left behind."

The line went quiet. He watched as Unohana's head turned to stare directly into the camera and nodded in understanding before hanging up. Bazz-B sat up a little straighter and he watched with bated breath as the woman got to her feet and marched forward. For a guy who said he didn't give a shit about his sister, the man seemed very interested in what was about to happen next.

The suspense was short lived because Unohana snatched the phone as soon as she was close enough and the screen went black.

Bazz-B didn't seem upset or sad that his sister was supposedly dead now, instead he looked utterly perplexed. His nose wrinkled and he leaned back until the chair creaked in protest.

"I don't get it…" He mused aloud while spinning the chair so he could face Grimmjow and Ichigo, but his focus was on the latter. "I mean—I understand the appeal, don't get me wrong; he's a hot piece of ass, but you guys are really willing to destroy yourselves for one guy?" He gestured to the whimpering mess writhing against his sheets.

Both Ginjou and Grimmjow locked eyes with each other for a long second. No words were exchanged, but a sense of understanding passed between them. Whether they liked it or not, both of them were caught in this mess together now. All for the sake of a man who would do the same and more for them.

The soft chime of bells echoed down the hall and all three heads snapped towards the sound. Hard stomps from thick boots followed each jingle as Zaraki's massive frame got closer. A single, golden eye glanced at the unconscious bodies still littering the hallway, but he never stopped to check on them. Zaraki headed straight for Bazz-B's cell and Grimmjow noticed how Ginjou scuttled backwards to tuck himself in the far corner.

"Alright," Zaraki's rough voice pierced the tense silence as soon as he walked through the door, "Cut all the bullshit and tell me what the fuck's… going… on…" His angry snarl slowly trailed off once his eye landed on the only other uniform-clad occupant in the room. Recognition made him grind to a halt and suspicion was his immediate reaction. Eye narrowed and fists raised, he snarled, "What in the holy hell are you doing here?"

Ginjou raised both hands innocently and scrunched his shoulders with a wince. "Woah, woah! Take it easy. I won't be the one to swing first-just so you know."

Zaraki's upper lip rose and he stepped forward with every intention to—

"Aaah! Nnnngh… Fuck!"

He froze once more in surprise and each little hair along his arms and neck rose with a shiver. He swiveled on his heels and immediately sought out that familiar ball of orange. The large man went straight from blistering rage to flustered confusion to genuine concern and then back. Grimmjow grimaced when all of those emotions were suddenly aimed at him. Zaraki wanted answers, and there was no bullshitting this man.

"To give you the short version: Ichigo's a dumbass and Hotshot likes to threaten children to get what he wants." Grimmjow cringed slightly when the golden eye staring him down narrowed threateningly.

"So why the fuck am I getting dragged into this? And WHYYY is he moaning like that?!"

"You know about a little girl with sea-green hair named Neliel?" Ginjou intervened, and Grimmjow nearly sighed in relief when the Captain's intense gaze lifted from him.

Zaraki turned to face Ginjou with a frown, but his brow rose in curiosity. Instead of snapping, he said, "That sounds like Yachiru's new 'bestest friend'… Hasn't stopped babblin' 'bout her for weeks now."

"Well she happens to be Ichigo's daughter."

Zaraki glanced at said orangette but then his gaze bounced back like a rubberband when Ichigo's back suddenly arched off the bed, showcasing pink nipples that were tight, perky, and just begging to be pinched. Grimmjow could've sworn he saw a splash of color decorate Zaraki's scarred cheeks but he knew better than to point it out. If anything it was just his imagination because it was gone the next second.

"I didn't know that, but it still doesn't explain what the fuck's goin' on."

"And I can explain everything but right now we gotta get this moron cooled off thanks to Bazz-B's rape drug." Ginjou rubbed a hand across his face with a small huff.

"Rape drug..?"

It was Bazz-B's turn to shrink away from Zaraki's glare. The coward couldn't even look him in the eye and flinched when the man took a giant step forward. The Captain only stopped when a strong hand landed on his shoulder.

"Deal with him later—Grimmjow already punished him and it's not like he's going anywhere..."

Zaraki spun with a growl and immediately shrugged Ginjou's hand away. "Don't fuckin' touch me," He hissed.

Both hands rose innocently as Ginjou took a step back.

"I'm just saying we need to focus on Ichigo right now."

All eyes gravitated to said man and brows furrowed in concern when they realized he wasn't moving.

"Shit." Grimmjow immediately knelt down to hover his cheek over Ichigo's mouth. The anxious knot in his chest didn't release until a soft breath ghosted over his ear. He was still breathing, but barely. "We gotta move'm to the showers," Grimmjow said while shifting to lift the man. Both hands easily slipped beneath Ichigo's sweat-soaked body but his grip faltered when the man jolted to life.

"HA-AHHN!" Ichigo threw his head back and trembling limbs latched to whatever they could reach. Grimmjow hissed then winced in pain when strong fingers unintentionally dug into his bad shoulder. He loosened his hold on Ichigo and was forced to drop him back onto the mattress when the wound flared up.

"Fuck." Grimmjow grudgingly tried to pull away, but Ichigo had a hold of him now. He wasn't sure where this newfound strength was coming from. The man could barely even lift his head five seconds ago! Hot lips brushed against Grimmjow's temple then teased across his forehead, making his spine freeze up. Using a little more force than was really necessary, Grimmjow pried away the limbs caging him down and pressed the other man flat against the bed. A needy whine escaped Ichigo as he exhaled and then his eyes finally peeled open. Irises that were normally a soft chocolate hue replaced by deep auburn with flecks of gold.

Ichigo's blurry gaze flickered between each occupant of the room, but he just couldn't concentrate long enough to distinguish who he was looking at.

Except Grimmjow.

Even while under the throes of such a powerful drug there was no mistaking that man. His skin tingled and burned where Grimmjow's hand pressed against his naked chest. A small moan crawled up his throat.

"G-Grimm… I can't… please. " Ichigo could barely hear his own voice through the watery echo that pulsated around him, but he knew what he said.

But please what?

Please help me?

Ravish me?

Kill me?

All those options seemed viable to him right now. Anything to stop this intense heat that was roiling his insides, heating his veins, and boiling his blood until it made him woozy. Someone needed to put him out of his goddamn misery!

"I don't think I can carry him while he's like this…" Grimmjow reluctantly explained once he managed to pull himself away. Ginjou was the first to step forward to take Grimmjow's place, but Zaraki instantly pulled him back with two fingers hooked in the nape of his collar.

"There's no way in hell I'm lettin' you anywhere near him."

"Oh for cryin' out loud!" Ginjou threw up his arms with an exasperated snarl, "I've been working here for months , you dense motherfucker. If I wanted to actually hurt him, then I could've done it weeks ago—better yet, I could've done it last Christmas when I was at his house having dinner with him and his family !"

Zaraki recoiled at the outburst and rose his lip in distaste. "I don't care how buddy-buddy you two are! Even if you were his fuckin' BIRTH father, I still wouldn't letchu touch 'im!"

"Why?!"

Zaraki chose not to reply. He turned and quickly scooped Ichigo up into his arms, making sure the damp sheet was still secured around his middle. He did his best not to react when sunkissed arms wrapped around his neck and fingers clung to his shoulder-length hair. Zaraki could feel the heat searing straight through his uniform as it collected small pools of sweat. They weren't joking about him needing to cool off. Ichigo was truly burning up.

Grimmjow held in a sigh as he watched Zaraki storm out of the cell with the overheating bundle squirming in his surprisingly gentle hold. He'd never seen this side of the captain before, but, then again, he shouldn't be surprised; Ichigo had a strange way of dragging out that side from anyone he crossed paths with.

Except for people like Bazz-B. Ichigo was nothing more than a prize to men like him.

Before following Zaraki down the hall, Ginjou took another long swig from his flask while Grimmjow gave Bazz-B a sly wink as he passed. He didn't look back to see the bastard's reaction, but he could feel those evergreen eyes digging into the back of his skull.

Grimmjow knows he hasn't seen the last of Bazzard Black Ishida, but for now, he let himself feel victorious as he stepped over a still unconscious Quincy.

…

..

.

"Just stick him under the water already."

"He won't let go though…"

Ichigo could hear words but he was too far gone to recognize the voices or even really understand what was happening. All he knew was if he let go of whatever he was clinging to, he'd probably disappear into the black, hungry void surrounding him.

"Then get in there with him!"

Wait… That voice was...

"Grimmjow…" Ichigo whispered, but it was too quiet for anyone to hear over the rush of the showerhead.

"I can't get my fuckin' gear wet!"

Ichigo went to open his eyes but immediately closed them with a groan.

The lights.

Had they always been so goddamn bright?

"Fuck your stupid radio! He's gonna die!"

"Ichigo won't die —he's too stubborn for that, but whatever brain cells he's got left are probably fried up now…"

"Would you quit drinkin' for two seconds and help us out here?"

"Fuck it. It's fine.. Just grab my cellphone and the taser off my belt then move outta the way."

"Ya ever let an inmate take your stuff 'fore, Jingles?"

"Don't start shit, just take it. I'd rather it be with you than with him. "

"What!? You realize I have my own taser, right? I have all the same shit the rest of the correctional officers have… fuckin' moron."

"Alright, alright. Here—gimme that. Now get in the water already, 'nd you —If yer not gonna be helpful then go stand guard r' somethin'! Make sure the other fucktards don't waltz in."

"Fine. But if Ichigo does die, then I'm killing the BOTH of you.. and I will make sure the only recognizable parts left behind are deemed too inappropriate for an open casket..."

After a minute of silence, the echo of his footsteps bounced off misty tiles before it was replaced by a snort of disbelief. Zaraki's voice cut in after Ginjou's footsteps finally faded, "He's not jokin'. Trust me, I hate the guy for a number of reasons, but he gets some respect 'cuz he's killed more people than Reaper and I combined… "

Ichigo's lips popped open in a silent scream and he pulled on whatever, or rather whomever, was trapped in his hold to try and escape the icy touch caressing his back. He instantly burrowed his face against the nearest warm crevice and felt his body curl and shake from the cold.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Gradually, he was moved backwards and then held right beneath the spray. Ichigo whined his displeasure.

"Suck it up, buttercup."

The vibrations of that growling voice could be felt against his cheek and Ichigo knew he must have his face pressed against someone's neck. Then one of those words somehow wormed its way into his brain and unjumbled itself until he recognized 'buttercup'.

Didn't someone call him that recently..?

"Nnoitra?" Ichigo groaned softly and he felt the muscles tense under his hands; muscles that were too broad and thick to belong to a guy nicknamed 'Twiggy'.

"Hmph… Guess again."

Wait. Ichigo knew that deep, rumbling voice.

"Kenpachi..?"

He heard a responding grunt/sigh and winced. Shit. Right! He was supposed to call him Zaraki ... Ichigo pressed his lips against rough skin in a strange form of apology, but the limbs surrounding him only stiffened further.

These smooth strands between his fingers... must be Zaraki's hair… Ichigo never noticed how soft they were before...

Bit by bit, as Ichigo adjusted to the freezing water, he was becoming more and more aware of his surroundings. His limbs still felt heavy, like they were turning to stone, but at least he wasn't melting anymore.

"You good?" He felt and heard the question clearly this time and it was definitely Zaraki.

"N-no." Ichigo groaned in a breathless sort of way. The hold around him tightened, unconsciously forcing a long, shaky gasp to escape. "I can't… Please. " Ichigo pulled himself closer but paused when he felt the erratic thumping of a heart under his touch. He pressed his ear against the spot to listen and it helped calm his nerves. Anything to distract himself from the way his body throbbed in ecstasy.

Ichigo hummed while his hands began to wander, as if they had minds of their own. He felt the slick, wet, scarred skin beneath his fingertips and it made him shiver. Now that he wasn't on the verge of a heatstroke, he felt really, really, fucking good.

"I… I don't know what to do." Zaraki admitted pitifully while glancing over Ichigo's head to lock eyes with Grimmjow, who was leaning against the concrete divider next to the stalls. He was a good ten feet away and was in no hurry to lend a helping hand.

"If it's anythin' like when he's drunk, then he's gonna get all touchy feely, but he's never so far gone that he doesn't realize what he's doin'... If he's touchin' ya it's 'cuz he wants to." Grimmjow shrugged his good shoulder and then crossed both arms. Blue eyes were fixed on them, soaking in every little movement, but all he could do was stand there and grind his teeth when Ichigo's hand dove under the collar of Zaraki's uniform. His hand traveled as far as the clothing would allow while it sought out more skin.

The captain's head tilted back and his one eye locked towards the ceiling. He tried not to respond to each little caress. He really did. The knowledge that Ichigo even wanted to touch him like this was a pleasant surprise, but Zaraki knew better than to do anything while he was drugged .

He should earn some kind of goddamn award for willpower, because he quickly shifted the tempting male in his arms away when he felt the top button of his shirt pop open. Ichigo had to readjust his hold on Zaraki as he was jostled and Grimmjow could clearly see the pout on his face after being rejected so suddenly.

"Grimmmm…" Ichigo whined and said man automatically stiffened in excitement at the sound. His blood pumped when dark auburn eyes landed on him. Ichigo was using those 'fuck me senseless' bedroom eyes to coerce Grimmjow to do his bidding, but he'd have to try harder than that.

"Nuh-uh. NOPE." Grimmjow's lips popped with that last emphasized syllable and he smirked at the disappointed groan. "I know Mizu—or whatever the hell his name is—said you needed to 'Release', but that ain't happenin'."

Ichigo quirked an orange brow and a sly little smirk crawled across his lips. Grimmjow realized too late that what he just said could be taken as a challenge, and damn Ichigo for being so fucking hard to resist.

Poor Zaraki couldn't see Ichigo's expression while he was busy staring holes into the ceiling, so he got no warning when the supposedly weak male in his arms suddenly shifted. Ichigo pulled himself up by grasping both powerful shoulders and then he twisted until he was fully facing the man. Somehow the sheet managed to stay latched to his waist, even as he wrapped his legs around Zaraki to help keep himself in place.

"Yanno…" Ichigo began, voice still a little slurred, but he sounded more awake. Lord knew what would come out of his doped up mouth though… "Zaraki~ Have I told ya that I'm diggin' the uniform? Looks good." Ichigo swooped in close while dragging his hands up the man's long neck. He felt the warmth of Zaraki's breath as he chuckled.

"You're ' diggin ' it..? Jesus. You really are fucked, ain'tchya?" As if it weren't obvious from the beginning.

"Uh-huh~ You wanna see how fucked I can get, big guy?" Ichigo sassed right back without thinking. Apparently his filter for words has ceased to function. Zaraki frowned and shifted his hands to the back of Ichigo's thighs, right beneath his ass to keep him from slipping. If Ichigo slid any lower, it would be impossible to avoid dick-to-dick contact.

Good thing they were already taking a cold shower.

Zaraki's hold nearly dropped when lips that were still hot, despite the water, pressed a single kiss to his temple.

He couldn't remember the last time anyone touched him so… tenderly .

His initial reaction was to scoff and shrug the affection away, but he felt frozen. Each of his mental stations began to shut down one at a time and, like a domino effect, his legs decided they could no longer support the weight of two full-grown men.

Ichigo couldn't help but laugh. It was a soft, rumbling sound that formed deep in his chest to show genuine amusement. The man caught between his limbs began to sink, as if that one kiss had sucked the life straight out of him. Ichigo tightened his hold as Zaraki's shoulders pressed against the damp, tiled walls, then slowly fell to the floor. Only his feet remained under the spray of the shower but he didn't bother moving as Ichigo got comfortable in his lap. His golden eye closed when he felt those same lips glide away from his temple and past his eyepatch to the very top of his scar. Ichigo followed its path down a long, chiseled face until the scar came to an end at the very corner of frowning lips.

"You gonna help me out, Zaraki ..? Or you want me to stop?"

Zaraki kept his eye shut and didn't say a word, but Ichigo felt rough thumbs circle the sensitive skin along his thighs.

"You're like a goddamn succubus."

Ichigo ignored Grimmjow's comment but hissed in frustration when those big, cool hands that had been sliding towards his waist quickly detached. Each of Zaraki's fingertips were pointed upwards as his hands drifted higher in the air. He looked like he was getting ready to surrender to a squad of policemen because that's how trapped the poor guy felt.

"No. No, c'mon. Don't stop. Please keep going..." Ichigo begged as he wiggled closer. Zaraki actually flinched when hips rolled sensually against his own.

"What about… him… " Zaraki tilted his head in Grimmjow's direction and Ichigo only spared said man a single backwards glance before returning his attention to Zaraki's shirt. He narrowed his eyes at the buttons he hasn't managed to undo… yet .

"Fuck'im!" Ichigo spoke clearly and waved a hand over his shoulder to show Grimmjow that he was being brushed aside. "If he duzn't wanna help, then he can stand back n' watch—jus' like the damn auction! Oh! And j'st like when he stood there and WATCHED me give those blowjobs in the yard. Fuckin' coward." Ichigo ranted while forcefully tugging at the rest of the buttons. Once he finally had Zaraki's shirt open, he peeled the wet fabric from his chest, only to reveal a white sleeveless undershirt.

Dammit. How many articles of clothing did Ichigo need to get through before someone finally touched his dick?!

His face met Zaraki's left shoulder with a frustrated groan. He clung to the man's shirt when one of those large hands finally returned to cradle the back of his neck. It wasn't much, but any skin-to-skin contact was enough. For now.

Ichigo practically purred when a thumb brushed against his throat and then pressed beneath his jaw.

"Speaking of which… That day in the yard with Cang and Bazz-B…" Zaraki began in a whisper that only Ichigo could hear, "I should tell ya that Grimmjow was the one who came and told me about it…"

Ichigo's face slowly rose and then he peeked over his own shoulder to inspect Grimmjow, who hasn't said a single word against his accusations. Chestnut eyes locked onto a split lip stained with dried blood, then his gaze bounced to every little bruise on Grimmjow's once flawless face.

Despite the roughed up exterior, Grimmjow kept his head high and his arms crossed while a cool, confident air surrounded him. Only Grimmjow could make blood and bruises sexy.

"Not that I ain't enjoyin' the attention… It's been a long time since anyone's turned my gears like you do." Zaraki's voice continued, gaining Ichigo's attention even though his gaze stayed locked on Grimmjow. "But I think he should be the one ta help ya with yer lil'... problem. " He jerked backwards and nearly smacked his head against the wall when Ichigo's head whipped back around. Zaraki gulped at the close up view of amber irises peering through drenched orange bangs. They burned like two smoldering embers.

"Grimmjow had his chance."

Zaraki's eye went wide and his thumb unintentionally dug against Ichigo's pulse point when the man surged forward to lock their lips together.

Zaraki kept his lips sealed shut… At first.

Ichigo, the sly bastard, tugged at Zaraki's undershirt until he could slide his hands up the man's sculpted torso and then went straight for his nipples. Zaraki choked on the responding growl that automatically rose when Ichigo pinched the nubs hard enough to make him flinch.

Well, there go his defenses.

The walls have crumbled and Ichigo's tongue was invading his mouth. Zaraki unconsciously tightened his hold and, when he heard Ichigo's responding moan, something in him finally snapped. He scooped the warm body closer and then sat up a little straighter so he could tilt his head and devour the kiss. His hand, which had almost been choking Ichigo, slipped down over the ridges of a clavicle, past the sternum, fingers sliding between hard stomach muscles before stopping at a sopping wet sheet. His other hand rose from the opposite side of Ichigo's hip, hungry for more skin.

The two were so focused on each other that they never heard Grimmjow approach. Zaraki's jaw tightened accidentally when the showerhead shifted away from his feet to dump freezing water straight down on their heads. Ichigo jerked backwards to try and escape but yelped as one of Zaraki's sharp fangs scratched his tongue.

"Son of a bitch…" He carefully rubbed the tender muscle along the roof of his mouth. There wasn't any blood and the painful sting was already gone, so Ichigo shrugged it off.

Zaraki tilted his head and squinted through the stream of water to see intense cobalt eyes flashing down at him. Grimmjow had no expression on his face, but Zaraki knew the man was absolutely fuming.

Grimmjow's lip rose with a sneer as he spoke, "Thought ya had more self-control than that, Captain. "

Zaraki's eye rolled, but he didn't argue. He knew he should return that 'award for willpower' after giving in like this, but could you really blame him? He took one last look at slippery, sunkissed skin spread across a well defined torso. His fingers ached to touch, pinch, and roll those cute pink nipples that were already hard and perky from the cold. Zaraki resisted the urge, somehow, and let his gaze travel back to a flushed face. Pink lips were parted and they looked ready for whatever came next.

Zaraki sighed through his nose.

Before he wound up drowning in temptation again, he lifted the man in his lap and carefully set him aside. Then he pushed himself back to his feet. He avoided Ichigo's scathing glower as he turned to face Grimmjow with a hand raised, palm up and waiting.

Without a word, Grimmjow passed the man his cellphone and taser then watched Zaraki march out, boots squeaking against the tiles with each step. Blue eyes looked down just in time to see the disappointment on Ichigo's face before he slumped forward. The pathetic lump of naked flesh curled into a tight ball of rejection and stayed directly under the water.

Smirking, Grimmjow settled against the wall, right beneath the neighboring showerhead. He crossed his arms with a quiet huff and closed his eyes as he waited patiently for Ichigo to recover more of his sanity.

"Grimmjow…"

Said man kept his eyes closed and his expression neutral, but his skin crawled with an excited shiver. Even though Ichigo has been here—in the flesh—for over a week… Grimmjow still couldn't believe it. After so many years in this dark place, stuck with only fleeting memories of the orange-haired hellion who completely captivated him, Grimmjow was having trouble convincing himself that Ichigo was truly here.

He'd sooner carve out his own guts then admit he actually missed the guy though.

"...Yeah..?"

"Can you help me up..?"

He dropped his hand down and waited for Ichigo to grab it before jerking him to his feet. The orangette stumbled forward on wobbly legs and huffed in frustration when his face collided into Grimmjow's solid chest. He didn't have the energy to push away so he admitted defeat and just let himself collapse. Grimmjow blinked in surprise when damp orange hair tickled his chin. He then hesitantly wrapped one arm around the other's shoulders to keep him up and steady.

It was strange having Ichigo back in his arms. It didn't seem really real until he got a good whiff of the man's unique scent; Under the layer of sweat he smelt like scorching sand on a beach in late summer, with a hint of cinnamon.

He let Ichigo lean on him without complaint and slowly reclined backwards so he could rest his back against the wall once more. The sheet finally dropped to the floor with a wet ' slap!' and Grimmjow felt Ichigo's insistent hard-on press against his hip.

Poor guy was still fighting off so much arousal.

It could take hours for the drug to wear off and Grimmjow couldn't imagine being stuck on the brink for that long.

"Hey…" Grimmjow said it so softly that he thought maybe Ichigo missed it at first, but then he both felt and heard the responding grunt against his collarbone; The same spot where Ichigo's face was currently buried. "Does it hurt..?" A nod followed closely by soft whimpering. "Listen… I will offer this ONCE... and I want you to really think about your answer… can ya do that for me..?"

He snuck a glance down as Ichigo shifted and felt his quick breaths catch when large eyes, brimming with curiosity, blinked up at him. Pink lips pursed nervously but Ichigo nodded his head once again to show he was listening.

Grimmjow took a deep breath to calm his nerves and almost cringed at how shaky it sounded. His emotions were splitting and the hungry monster caged inside him was beginning to stir.

Despite scolding Zaraki for the same fucking reason, Grimmjow watched helplessly as his arms gained a life of their own. They wound around Ichigo's naked body to pull him closer. His control was slipping. Rapidly. If his fingers could, they would be sighing in relief after getting to finally touch the skin they'd been craving.

"I'll help ya cum, but I'm only usin' one hand-That's it! Nothin' else. Got it?" Grimmjow pried his gaze away after seeing Ichigo nod in understanding. He couldn't allow himself to look directly at the tempting siren for too long without endangering his sanity. He already knew it would be impossible to hold himself back if Ichigo kept looking at him like that; cheeks flushed, lips parted, and brows scrunched with aroused desperation.

"You would do that… for me ?" Ichigo's voice whispered in disbelief. He still seemed kinda loopy, so Grimmjow wasn't sure how to react when pouty lips curled into a smirk. His breath sputtered to a stop and he squeezed his eyes shut when Ichigo swooped in close enough to let their noses touch. "But ya know what'd be even better than ONE hand..?"

" TWO hands?" Grimmjow shot back. He held in an amused snort while Ichigo slid both hands down his arms until he could grab each wrist. The bluenette cracked a smirk of his own at the desperate touch. However, his grin immediately dropped and blue eyes snapped wide open when Ichigo used the hold to slam both wrists above his head. Grimmjow tried to wrench his limbs from the man's iron grasp, but getting caught by Ichigo was like getting swept up in a tornado; You just clung to whatever you could grab and hoped to hell ya make it out in one piece.

Where the hell was this strength even coming from?! Ichigo should be messed up for at least another two hours.

"How 'bout you get me off with NO hands~" Ichigo purred with a lick of his lips. Grimmjow blinked and felt his brow scrunch in utter confusion when an ominous, metallic ' click ' reached his ears, then something cold replaced the warm fingers around his wrists.

Oh FUCK!

He looked up so fast that the back of his skull cracked against the tiles. He squinted through the pain to see shiny metal handcuffs. The chain was looped together and tied around the showerhead so his arms were forced to stay up. Ichigo must've remembered that lil' trick from the auctions..

"When…? How..? What?*"

Ichigo's smirk grew until it nearly devoured his face. It's not every day you caught Grimmjow Jeagerjaques off guard like this, and the look on his face was fucking priceless.

Grimmjow yanked at the cuffs then used his full weight to try and rip the showerhead right off the wall, but all he did was bend and twist it.

"Ichigo…" His voice was a threatening growl mixed with exasperation. Said orangette didn't reply and Grimmjow felt his face reluctantly warm when he inevitably looked back down to see Ichigo's naked body in all its glory. The man was agonizingly close. Although still doused with cold water, heat radiated off of him in waves. "Uncuff me, asshole."

Ichigo's lips quirked into a mischievous grin as he cooed, "Consider this payback for invading my dreams the last couple weeks, AND for that night you handcuffed me.." He felt Grimmjow sag with contentment. The memories of that particular night flooded his mind-the same night Ichigo revealed his true name and took that first huge step towards trusting each other.

Grimmjow's narrowed eyes locked onto a hand as it slunk lower, but then a soft groan punched from his lungs when he saw it stop to stroke the bare erection pinned against his hip. Ichigo brushed each finger over his own aching cock with soft, lazy caresses, humming in enjoyment. Grimmjow absently tugged on the cuffs and felt his own cock twitch with rising interest. His breathing gradually grew heavy and shallow when all he could do was stand there and watch . And FUCK! If watching Ichigo pleasure himself while being held back wasn't the hottest fucking thing he's done in years.

Ichigo let out a long, whimpering sigh because his skin was still so damn sensitive. He gave his throbbing cock a comforting squeeze before lifting his free hand to cautiously let the tips of his fingers brush across chaotic strands of blue. His touch was light. Hesitant.

When Grimmjow didn't object or move his head away, Ichigo dove right in. His nails lightly scraped along the other's scalp as he finally, FINALLY, got to run his fingers through that thick mane.

Grimmjow's smirk slowly found its way back when he got a good look at Ichigo's expression; the cocky little grin was long gone and replaced by this needy and wanton look.

The man was steadily unraveling and Grimmjow gave a triumphant snort as he graciously leaned towards the hand still exploring his hair.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you missed me, Ichigo ." The name rolled off his tongue with a dark chuckle and Ichigo's responding shudder echoed to each of his limbs. He couldn't form words but he tugged at the strands in his grasp encouragingly: He wanted him to keep talking. "Look at you… I don't even need my hands, do I? Yer leakin' like crazy." Ichigo whined when he looked down to find he was right. Precum drooled from his tip like a broken faucet and coated his entire cock, making it slick and sticky. "You're gettin' off on my voice, ain'tchya? Kinky lil' fuck." Ichigo's strokes sped up and his hips began to move in sync until he was thrusting into his own hand. "I'll bet anything that you gotta think of me every single time ya jerk off." Grimmjow didn't get an answer but fingers tightened in his hair then pulled harshly until he was looking up at the showerhead. Now all he could do was stand there and listen to Ichigo's lewd song. The pants, the grunts, and soft, huffing moans served as vocals while the wet smacking sounds coming from below made a good drumbeat.

Ichigo's hot breath reached Grimmjow's exposed throat before his lips and teeth did. He kissed and sucked and nibbled his way upwards, traveling over a sharp jawline and past pronounced cheekbones. He eventually released the soft hair from between his fingers, allowing Grimmjow to slowly drop his head forward. Ichigo's thrusts faltered when he found himself face to face with striking blue, pupils blown wide with untamed lust. They burned with an unshakable desire to consume .

"Haaah… F-Fuck…" Ichigo couldn't believe how turned on he was. Without thinking, he lunged forward to smash his lips against the other's. He hungrily snatched up a split bottom lip and sucked on the tender flesh, cleaning it of dried blood, but then he paused.

Grimmjow... wasn't kissing him back.

Dammit.

He just crossed a line, didn't he?

Grimmjow offered to jerk him off, but that was only because he was in 'pain'. It didn't mean he wanted to do anything.

Ichigo started to retreat. He nervously licked his upper lip and avoided eye contact as he moved away.

"Sorry… I…" He couldn't bear to see what kind of expression Grimmjow wore. Judging from the tense silence, he was deeply disappointed or at least displeased, but that thought died when a leg suddenly wrapped around his waist, halting him in place. Ichigo blinked and looked back up to see a calm and smoldering expression aimed at him. Amber eyes blinked in surprise when he was pulled back against the other.

"There's no fuckin' way I'm lettin' you run from me again ." Grimmjow snarled in a low whisper. He leaned forward, as far as the cuffs would allow, and used his leg to pull Ichigo even closer to reconnect their lips. He eagerly swallowed the moan that fell from Ichigo, plus every little noise that followed after. His eyes remained half lidded while Ichigo's fluttered shut. Grimmjow used his talented tongue to part greedy lips, coaxing them into a back and forth dance. Once he was sure that Ichigo wouldn't run away, he let his leg fall so he could roll their hips together, allowing his own clothed erection to rub against the other's bare and overly sensitive one.

Ichigo's entire mouth vibrated with a low groan that drifted into a tight whimper. His body convulsed and he curled forward with a choked sob, breaking their kiss to bury his face against Grimmjow's neck.

Then he went still.

Blue eyes blinked in slight surprise and confusion before it clicked. He smirked in realization.

"Did you just cum?"

Grimmjow never actually felt Ichigo ejaculate onto his prison suit, but when the orangette finally peeled himself away, he could see glistening strings of cum bridging the gap between them. An impressive amount, too.

And Ichigo's erection didn't drop a single inch. It was up and eager for more.

"Wooo… That was hot…" Ichigo took a few deep breaths to calm himself as he rode out his pleasure, chasing the high with a satisfied hum. "Now then..." He began, that sneaky grin back on his handsome face, "Let me return the favor."

Grimmjow shivered in excitement when his zipper was swiftly pulled all the way down in one quick motion. He leaned back against the wall and was ready to enjoy the ride, but then he remembered something.

Oh no. No, no, no, no!

Panic struck him by surprise. He instantly twisted away when Ichigo's temptingly warm hands slipped inside his boxers. He could almost hear his own dick roar in protest at being pulled away like that.

"What the hell?!" Ichigo huffed in frustration and reached for Grimmjow's middle, but was evaded once again. "Make up your fucking mind! Do you want me or not?" Auburn eyes caught ablaze and Grimmjow felt like his face might melt from the intensity, but he steeled himself and shook his head.

"You haven't got a goddamn clue how fuckin' bad I want you…" A somber chuckle followed those impossibly genuine words.

Ichigo's fiery gaze sizzled back down to a gentle simmer but his scowl remained intact.

"Then what's the problem?" He reached for the engorged prize hidden beneath pesky clothing, but Grimmjow twisted away AGAIN.

"I know you're hungry for my dick n'all," Grimmjow unleashed one of his most dashing grins to distract the fuming male, but it only fueled Ichigo's attempts at undressing him. "Woah! C'mon! Just trust me—ya don't wanna do that right now! Let's save this for another time, ai'ght?! Fuckin' listen ta me, dammit!" Grimmjow's desperate snarls went ignored and he tried to kick Ichigo away, but there was only so much he could do with both hands still stuck to the showerhead.

When Ichigo finally succeeded and cool air touched his erection, Grimmjow quickly tilted his head upward, grunting when his head smacked against the wall for a second time that day. He didn't say a word though. He quietly glared at the ceiling, waiting for the reaction he knew was coming.

There was a long pause as Ichigo processed what exactly he was looking at. Then he whispered worriedly, "Is that… blood?" He took a step back and lifted his hand to inspect the dried and cracked fluid coating his fingers. "Are you hurt? What happened?"

Grimmjow didn't answer.

Ichigo's foggy memory began to clear as he thought back. Last thing he really remembered before that damn drug took over…

Well…

Oh!

"Is that Bazz-B's blood? Did you RAPE him!? SHIT!" Ichigo didn't give Grimmjow a chance to explain as reality crashed down on him. His thoughts immediately shifted to his family and the knowledge that they might be hurt or possibly dead sobered him faster than any amount of cold water ever could. "You stupid asshole! How long has it been?! He's gonna kill my daughter! Why couldn't you wait until after he fucked me! We had a deal, but now he's… FUCK!" Ichigo slammed both fists against the wall on either side of Grimmjow, but the bluenette didn't flinch an inch. He coolly let his head drop back down, not at all fazed by the murderous glare.

"You done..?" He snipped in a way he knew would get under Ichigo's skin, but he couldn't find it in himself to care. Not while he was getting blue balled after risking not only his own neck, but he offered up his whole gang to the chop block. All for this stupidly virtuous man.

"I'll kill you!" Ichigo's hands snapped up to wrap around the same neck he'd been showering with affection only two minutes ago. His right hand, still covered in cum, slipped until he clamped down. Grimmjow held the other's gaze and refused to show any sign of discomfort, even as it got harder to breathe.

"You're still... a terrible liar…"

Ichigo growled and tightened his fingers until he heard Grimmjow finally choke for air. He released his hold with an angry huff and pointedly ignored the breathless yet patronizing cackle that filled the entire restroom. With a hiss, he shoved the smug bastard flat against the wall.

"Tell me exactly what happened…"

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TBC

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I'm sorry guys but I had to end the chapter here.

Omg

I could've kept going, but I felt it had gone longer than it should have already!

No real penetration in this chapter, I know, I know. Trust me when I say that I'm working towards the orgies-promise.

Lmao

Just a reminder though that this entire fanfiction is created to satisfy my own need for smut AND drama hahaha

At least Grimm and Ichi are back to speaking—or rather groping—terms

*- He swiped the cuffs from Zaraki during that little lapdance and hid 'em between his buttcheeks when Grimm pulled him to his feet. There! I called you out, Ichigo! No secrets from the readers!