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

18. Chapter 17: Billion Dollar Head

Unbeta'd

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Ichigo tried to keep the emotion off his face when he looked back to see Keigo walking—no, more like skipping, behind him. Despite the pain he had to endure for his new 'mark', Keigo seemed pretty happy to have it. And that's because he knows Ichigo would never do anything bad—nor LET anything bad happen to him.

That mark was a clear WARNING for anyone stupid enough to lay their hands on him: Ichigo's property.

And over the span of one week, Ichigo has earned enough 'cred' to scare off most inmates. But there is always someone dumb enough to try . Ichigo hopes nothing will happen, but if something did , he had no qualms with setting the asshole straight.

Keigo knew this and was damn-near ready to flaunt it.

Ichigo didn't have the heart to remind him it was only 'temporary'—He sure as hell didn't plan on staying here.

For now though... His gaze flickered between the cute little dimples carved in Keigo's cheeks.

Guess it wouldn't hurt to let him have this moment—he's earned it.

Ichigo shook his head to hide a small, fond smile and continued leading his new… entourage . There were questions that needed answering. And to avoid unwanted ears listening in, he decided to use his cell. It might not be the most secluded spot, but it was the only place he could think of that didn't encroach on anyone's territory.

He slowed to a stop in the open doorway to his cellblock, and took a moment to inspect each man following him.

Kokuto… His visible eye drooped with boredom, yet still curiously roamed. No hesitation, or any emotion, crossing his face; completely unconcerned. Ichigo was beginning to suspect that dealing with Aizen must be so terrible that the rest of this prison felt like a 'walk in the park'. Ichigo's fingers clenched reflexively, though he tried to ignore it.

He switched his gaze to Grimmjow's pets, who were giving off mixed signals.

DiRoy looked rather content, just grinning to himself as he walked alongside Keigo. Yylfordt had no real expression, but he kept cautiously eyeballing Ichigo; like he expected Reaper to attack them at any given moment. Shawlong took up the rear, a deep frown marring his long face.

Keigo was the only one making any eye-contact.

Shrugging, Ichigo continued until he was finally back inside cell #56.

He was slightly disappointed to find it empty: No Grimmjow, and no Renji—he couldn't even remember the last time he saw the redhead. Perhaps at lunch…? He certainly wasn't in the Training Room just now. Every other Shinigami had been there for the 'meeting'.

Not that it mattered.

Ichigo turned to watch the others filter inside. Keigo immediately flopped, face-first, onto his own bunk with a content sigh. Kokuto took his example and plopped down on the opposite bunk—Ichigo's to be precise.

Ichigo didn't care enough to do anything about it, until the curious inmate started snooping through his basket of shower supplies. With an exasperated sigh, Ichigo snatched the item away only to kick it underneath the bunk. He saw a flash of amusement cross Kokuto's face before it disappeared and then he was back to being a nosey lil' shit—even lifting a nearby pillow to see if anything lay beneath. Ichigo shook his head and waited patiently for the others to settle before speaking.

"I'm not sure how Grimmjow ran things here.. and I don't know what he expected from any of you, but I'm going to make this VERY CLEAR: I don't care. This place is sick. As far as I'm concerned—you don't belong to me. You're not my p—..." Ichigo refused to say it. He crossed his arms and let silence fill the room, allowing his words to really sink in. Keigo was lounging on his back, both hands tucked under his head, undisturbed, because he already knew all of this.

Grimmjow's Pets, most noticeably Yylfordt, relaxed at the news.

"Wait… So… Ya don't even wanna do a 'test-drive'?" DiRoy's voice held a playful lilt. His chin lifts to expose his throat, one hand reaching up to finger the raised tendons in a teasing manner. He jumped with a loud yelp when Shawlong leaned over to smack his unsuspecting nutsack. Hard knuckles collided into the sensitive area with no mercy. "Shit! C'mon! I was only joshin'—I swear!" DiRoy squeaked, upper half bent over to cradle his abused middle.

Yylfordt flipped a long strand of golden hair over his shoulder then wondered aloud, "You're not even going to tell us what to do? You won't boss us around ?"

Ichigo shook his head once in a firm 'No'.

"Ah! Disappointing!" DiRoy exclaimed, throwing his head back and releasing a dramatic groan of outrage. "And here I was hopin' you'd give us some badass assignment. Maybe even teach us a few secret fightin' techniques." He chopped at the air in a sad mimicry of Karate. Shawlong went for another sac-attack, but DiRoy was ready for it this time. He blocked the hand then countered with a solid punch to the thigh. He managed to pinch a nerve and Shawlong's leg buckled.

"Why would I do something like that?" Ichigo's face scrunched in bewilderment, arms uncrossing and body leaning away like DiRoy had some kind of 'dumbass-disease' and it was contagious.

"'Cause it's what Grimmjow does." DiRoy explained easily, a silly grin plastered on his face. "To HIM we're more like Sparring Partners . All he eva wants to do is FIGHT." He chuckled like that was amusing to him, but Ichigo found himself frowning in confusion.

"He spars with you?"

"Yup! Usually has us doin' some crazy exercise drills right 'bout now."

Ichigo's scowl cracked. Memories of Sergeant Jeagerjaques' daily exercise regiment trickled back, and his muscles ached. Grimmjow's drills made workouts like PX90 and 'Insanity' look like a day at the spa.

"So… Uhm.. Has he ever taken advantage of you?" Ichigo asked but DiRoy seemed to be contemplating a little too hard, so he simplified it to, "Has he raped you?"

There was a fine line between 'rape' and 'flirting' when it came to Grimmjow. His idea of flirtation was pretty aggressive —to the point that someone on the outside might think it's nonconsensual, but Ichigo was perfectly capable of defending himself. Not that he'd ever say 'No' to Grimmjow's advances… and even if he DID, he was 100% confident the man would never cross that line.

At least, that's what he used to think. Before the Bazz-B incident.

Ichigo also half-expected Grimmjow to take advantage of this 'Pet system'; He's seen the man chase down new recruits like the squad was his own personal brothel. To be fair, that was back when Ichigo first got recruited himself.

"No. He hasn't 'taken advantage' of us." Yylfordt answered for DiRoy.

Ichigo never noticed his own expression soften, shoulders sagging in slight relief, but the others shared an amused glance. Keigo shifted to lay on his side, head propped up and a huge grin devouring his face. They watched as Ichigo waded through his happy memories of Grimmjow, but then DiRoy had to open his big mouth.

"Hell—With a body like that, wouldja really call it 'RAPE'?" He wiggled his brow suggestively and laughed as Ichigo's scowl snapped back into place. Lightly-freckled cheeks flooded with scarlet, encouraging DiRoy to keep talking, "To put yer mind at ease—M'pretty sure the only time he raped anyone was today. Bazz-B's punk ass got what was comin' to 'im though."

There was an audible gasp and all eyes shifted to Keigo, whose own hazel orbs were practically popping out of his skull. "H-huh!?"

"Ya haven't heard..?" DiRoy chuckled lightly when the Pup's shock-stricken face rotated side-to-side. "Well! Ya might be glad t'know Hotshot got NO mercy from us—that's f'sure. Grimm got'm nice n' bloody 'fore the guards showed up! As for the rest of the Quincy, some of 'em 're prob still laid out in C Wing."

"For real..?" Keigo looked flabbergasted, though clear excitement plucked at his vocal chords. "No way! I mean—Yes! Holy shit—best fucking day ever! Hahah!" Keigo crashed back onto his bed, both fists pumping in the air, but then he winced and rolled onto his stomach with a hiss of pain. Before Ichigo could ask what was wrong, Keigo reached up to lightly finger his nape, reminding them of the fresh, and sensitive, tattoo hidden beneath his collar.

"Yes, uh, well, anyway—" Ichigo fumbled as he tried to drag the conversation away from Bazz-B, before they were gossiping like a bunch of old biddies. "Just to reiterate, I don't see you as 'bitches' nor do I want 'sparring partners'. You three are free to leave." Ichigo nodded his head at DiRoy, Shawlong, and Yylfordt, then swept his arms in the direction of the hallway. All three men looked back and forth between themselves, having some sort of silent conversation. They shrugged and one of them took a step forward.

"What if we don't WANT to go..?" Shawlong spoke for the first time, his voice deep and powerful—yet soft, like the rumbling of a stampede in the distance.

"Yeah! 'Sides! Didn't ya JUST say ya weren't gonna boss us 'round." DiRoy butted in, his boyish face sporting a long, teasing smirk—trying to compete with Grimmjow's; whose slightly lopsided one flashed white fangs and stretched wide enough to look unhinged .

DiRoy.. keep practicing, buddy.

"No offense–but I don't know you, so I don't trust you.. And I have some questions I'd like to ask this one. Alone ." Without looking, he pointed a thumb at Kokuto.

Yylfordt scoffed and swung his head to whip long strands of hair from his face. Then he said, "We have great respect and appreciation for Grimmjow—everything he's done for us.. there's no way we could ever repay him." His voice softened during the honest admission, and both of his comrades were nodding in agreement. He placed a hand over his chest and bowed his head respectfully, "But it's obvious Grimmjow holds you in the highest regards. So if you ever need anything… What's ours is yours . You can trust us."

Ichigo shook his head with a snort of disbelief, but it was half-assed. He just couldn't believe that Grimmjow, the wild adonis who could have anyone he wanted , held him in such 'regards'. Especially after what he did to Pantera—AND YES, Grimmjow said it wasn't a big deal… but Ichigo won't allow himself to be forgiven so easily.

"How the hell is it so 'obvious'!?" He snapped, recalling Keigo and Kensei making similar observations during lunch.

"You want examples? A'ight. Bet. For one, he demands updates on you every fuckin' night.." Orange brows lifted in surprise and DiRoy released a snort-riddled laugh, "Working the gossip-chain is more tedious than ya might think—but gettin' information on YOU? Pfft! Easiest fuckin' favor I done all year! 'Sides that, Grimmjow's priorities have certainly changed since you showed up." DiRoy ducked his head to dodge an incoming head-smack from Yylfordt. "What? It's true! His original plan was to attack Bazz-B AFTER Yhwach left. And, not to mention, he used up his one and only favor to switch cells. Luppi is STILL bitchin' 'bout it! He won't admit it, but he's jealous of you. S'why he hates yer guts." A finger aimed at Ichigo and chocolate eyes rolled. Luppi's jealousy was stupidly obvious, although it was nice to have his suspicions confirmed.

" Besides... " Yylfordt commandeered the conversation after he managed to cuff the back of DiRoy's head, "There's no need to kick us out—We already know you're trying to infiltrate Sousuke's lab… Soon—Maybe even tonight ." He didn't need a verbal confirmation; Ichigo's wide-eyed stare and slack-jawed expression was enough to know he hit the nail on the head.

"Sousuke's lab?" Keigo's voice was cautiously quiet, "Why in the world would you wanna go there ..?" He crawled out of the bunk to stand between Yylfordt and Shawlong then glanced around nervously, as if he expected secret cameras to pop out of the ceiling.

Ichigo pretended not to hear the question, and instead paced back and forth angrily.

"Grimmjow TOLD you? Motherfu—He questions MY trust then blabs about—" DiRoy jumped forward, hands waving desperately to catch his attention.

"Naw, man! Naw! Hold Up! Grimmjow didn't say nuttin'!" His lips pulled into another grin, "But NOW we know it's true—and sounds like ya already told Grimmjow 'bout it~" Ichigo's shoulders sagged with realization.

What a cheap trick!

How the hell did he fall for it..?

And, dammit, he should really stop accusing Grimmjow of snitching.

Kokuto quietly leaned away to avoid getting smacked when Ichigo's arms flew over his head. A loud, aggravated groan bounced off the walls and echoed down the hall. Ichigo made another attempt to calm himself, hands dropping to twist ruthlessly in orange spikes.

FUCK!

"Must be whatchya two were whisperin' 'bout in the canteen. You guys're NOT subtle—AT ALL." As DiRoy's confidence grew his strange accent thickened. If Ichigo had to place it, he'd guess DiRoy spent a good portion of his life in Las Noches: The only other big city in this state besides Seireitei. It was a cut-throat way of life in Las Noches—a dog-eat-dog type of city. Merciless. You had to be bold and outspoken to make a name for yourself. Ichigo was only familiar with it because Xcution received a fair amount of work from there. DiRoy's personality was starting to make sense, but that didn't make deciphering his fast-paced speech any easier. "Yanno, a'first I thought ya were doin' it on purpose: like yuz askin' for help without askin' for help. Yanno what'm'sayin'?"

Ichigo's face twisted with defiance and he opened his mouth to argue, but Yylfordt intervened, "It's not hard to put together. Think about it, what else could you possibly want to know from HIM?" He motioned to Kokuto, who has yet to share his thoughts on anything so far. "He's been in Psych Ward all this time; what else could it be? Unless you two know each other..?"

After some hesitation, Ichigo shook his head 'no'; He remembered feeling a pang of familiarity when he saw Kokuto's photo the first time, but after meeting face-to-face… Ichigo turned to scrutinize the man's features one last time, but no memories sprung forth. And Kokuto gave nothing away.

Ichigo disconnected himself from the conversation to replay the last 24 hours. DiRoy and Yylfordt made it sound like the whole damn prison was privy to his plans. How many people have seen and heard the same things they have?

How many of them could fuck it up ?

Answer: Every single fucking one.

DiRoy took a nervous step backwards. He could feel the anger radiating off of Ichigo, "F-Fo real! You was askin' 'bout Psych Ward RIGHT afta they took White—and it ain't a secret yuz guys're fuckin'~" He tried to lighten the mood by playfully thrusting his hips.

Ichigo understood why Yylfordt and Shawlong smacked him around so much now. DiRoy wasn't just loquacious—the man had no concept of the term 'Silence is Golden'.

If Ichigo wasn't too busy trying to keep his emotions in check, he'd be fulfilling the urge to punch everything and everyone in sight .

"Oh…" Keigo's face fought a losing battle with an incoming blush. 'To help out White.. That's why he's doing all of this...' The memory of White and Ichigo together after the Auction—the embarrassing noises he heard behind that sheet... They would be forever ingrained in Keigo's eardrums—especially the long, drawn-out moan during Ichigo's climax. That one still haunts his wetdreams.

"So… You heard some stupid rumor that we had sex, then you all think I'll risk my FREEDOM for the guy? That's it ? I've only known White for A WEEK! There's no way that's enough—" Ichigo was stunned into silence when an arm suddenly snaked around his shoulders. His head snapped left to find Kokuto staring him down.

"Ha! Nice try—but that short guard said ya fought off the Quincy to save this guy, " He identified Keigo with a flick of his wrist then unexpectedly added, "A nobody ."

Keigo flinched like the word actually stung. Hazel eyes narrowed in outrage and he took a quick step forward.

A jolt of excitement pierced through everyone else and Ichigo nearly grinned.

Was Keigo about to defend himself?

They watched and waited with interest.

Keigo tried to take another step forward, but his feet felt glued to the ground. He peeked over at Ichigo, who was subtly nodding his head in encouragement, but Keigo's bright fighting spirit was already waning. The cowardly man averted his gaze then retreated like a kicked puppy.

'Hence the name 'Pup', I suppose…' Ichigo sighed to himself. What the hell..? Keigo has a courageous side, he's seen it.. but it must be a rare occurrence.

"Is Scaredy-Cat ova there your boyfriend?" Kokuto asked, a taunting smirk on his face that dared either of them to fight him. Tempting, but Ichigo managed to keep his anger on its leash (a leash that has certainly seen better days). Ichigo glared up at the man before shaking his head. "No? Just a friend then?" He nodded, then he tried to take a step back, to distance himself from Kokuto's overwhelming presence.

Ichigo frowned and tried again, but the arm around him remained unyielding. Kokuto tightened the already bruising hold; hard enough to make Ichigo's joints creak under the pressure.

The orangette gave an unimpressed scowl; he didn't appreciate this… threat , or display of power, or whatever the hell he was trying to accomplish.

Judging from the sheer force, he knew he wouldn't be winning any arm wrestling contests with this guy. He frowned and mentally listed off all the ways he could escape, in case he needed to. His gaze settled on the man's exposed throat, targeting his adam's apple. It was just begging to be punched.

Kokuto playfully jostled Ichigo, to lighten the underlying threat, then he addressed the other inmates with an amused chuckle, "He fights off the most untouchable gang in Hueco Mundo, for a friend .. and Mr. Hero wants us to believe he won't rescue one of his lovers."

Ichigo's face instantly turned lobster-red and his spine stiffened with rage.

Lover?

One of?!

This Kokuto guy was turning out to be a real prick.

Ichigo had to stomp down the urge to yell profanities. Taking a deep, calming breath, Ichigo completely ignored the L-word, refusing to even entertain the notion, and focused instead on the nickname that was used; real proof that Kokuto and White spoke to one another—because only Zangetsu ever called him 'Mr. Hero'.

DiRoy stuffed both hands down his pockets then rocked back on his heels with a thoughtful hum. He considered letting Ichigo continue his glaring contest with Kokuto, but he was bored. He decided to keep the conversation going, "Everyone knows you're just a big-bad-softie, but tha's only part of it. We figured yuz sneakin' into PsychWard 'cuz a' ya walkin' 'round with Kisuke. That kook's been lookin' for a volunteer to deal with Aizen, and you're the only sucka he's convinced afta what happened to Ulquiorra. Poor guy couldn't hack it.."

"'Hack it'? As in…?" Keigo wondered, not exactly sure how the phrase was being used.

"AS IN," Yylfordt answered roughly, "Ulquiorra tried to hack his way through the lab's security. He's pretty good with stuff like that—likes tinkering with electronics. I'm pretty sure that's what he got arrested for. Something about hacking random bank accounts with his phone. Ballsy motherfucker… Unfortunately, Aizen caught him in the act and he got transferred to Psych Ward—as punishment ."

"We don't know what happened to him after. He won't talk about it—not that he'd talk to 'trash' like us anyway." Shawlong scoffed through his nose and Ichigo's eyebrow twitched. The note with 'Trash' written on it flashed across his mind, pissing him off all over again. "Ulquiorra doesn't talk to anyone 'less he deems them 'worthy'. But he wasn't always like that…" Shawlong admitted with downcast eyes, as if he were remembering a time when Ulquiorra was more of a chatterbox.

Ichigo had trouble picturing such a thing.

"S'cuz he got put in the Dark-Room his first year," Was Kokuto's invaluable input, "And get this! When Doc finally let him out, he said he could SENSE things around him—like some kinda BAT. 'Course, in my humble opinion, I think they marinated him in the dark a little too long…" Kokuto chuckled under his breath, like everything he said was fucking hilarious. He then leaned in to whisper in Ichigo's ear, "Extended sensory deprivation does.. strange things to a person..." There was a sympathetic twinge in his voice, like Kokuto knew from experience.

With a disgusted snarl, Ichigo bucked his shoulders up, knocking Kokuto's arm away.

A disappointed frown tugged at the man's lips. Kokuto assumed a fellow killer might share his twisted sense of humor. Guess he was wrong…

"What the hell're ya talkin' about? Dark-Room? Wha's'at?" DiRoy demanded.

"It's a horror beyond your imagination, kiddo." Kokuto straightened to his full height and looked down at the shorter male. DiRoy bristled with indignation but Kokuto carried on, "Although… It ain't as bad as the Testing-Room. Now that's horror…" Kokuto reached up to lightly finger the cloth over his eye. He caressed the soft material as he zoned out, suddenly stuck in the past; bitter, painful memories clung to him like tar—sticking and dragging him down the harder he fought. His voice sounded hollow as he spoke, "White argues with me.. Says the Play-Room is worse, but it ain't all bad. He's sucha prude. If he'd just relax and let it happen.. wouldn't be so bad."

"Kokuto.. That's enough." Ichigo spoke up, wanting to break away from the grisly images being brought to light. Horrible suspicions and appalling theories of what went on in these so-called 'Rooms' flooded his mind.

Kokuto kept going, like Ichigo hadn't said a word, "But tha's why he's Aizen's FAVORITE—he always fights back. Every single time … hear him struggle.. and scream.. and beg for —" Solid knuckles punched the rest of that sentence out of his mouth, and the following gut punch made sure Kokuto swallowed any words that might come next. Ichigo's nostrils flared and glowing irises flashed a vibrant auburn-red.

Clearly Sousuke has ruined this man. All that remained was a melted glob of insanity—not that Zangetsu was any better, but Kokuto felt more… gone.

FAR gone.

Which made him unpredictable. The twisting grin that split his freshly bruised face only solidified that thought.

"That's enough …" Ichigo repeated more forcefully.

Kokuto straightened, hands hovering innocently on either side of his head. He stayed like that until Ichigo came to his senses and retreated.

"God DAMMIT." Ichigo growled, more to himself than anyone else.

CKLANG. CKLANG. CKLANG.

The slamming of a baton against metal bars.

All eyes snapped to the entrance and, seeing the guard uniform, Ichigo quickly wrestled down his anger. He didn't want any points for fighting—if the guard came by a second sooner… Ichigo's luck was bound to run out one of these days.

Then he was blinded by a flash of light as it bounced off a shaved head. His muscles relaxed and he nearly sighed in relief.

"Ikkaku," Ichigo greeted with a fond smirk, which was reciprocated. "Tell me you have some good news." He just about begged, ready to get this fucked up day over with.

Ikkaku's expression shrunk until it disappeared. Instead of answering, he stepped aside, revealing the inmate behind him.

Fucking Bazz-B …

Ichigo's anger and frustration returned in a quick rush.

Apparently the man took a shower, because his usually bright pink hair was now a dark red, and his mohawk drooped limply to one side. Evergreen eyes flashed as they locked with burning chocolate, but there was no smirk present this time.

Keigo gulped and took a long step backward to hide behind Shawlong. Even after hearing what happened to Bazz-B, Keigo couldn't help it—this submissive behavior was beaten into him a long time ago. His instincts were reprogrammed to cower before his 'master', and it was a hard habit to break.

"We should talk." Bazz-B suggested, sounding cool, calm, and collected.

Ichigo's only response was a firm glare, showcasing his reluctance to have ANY sort of conversation with the man.

Bazz-B's shoulders slumped—his tough-guy persona starting to crumble; The weight of everything that happened was slowly crushing him.

"For real—no funny business this time. I swear." Bazz-B sounded sincere, but this could just be another one of his schemes. "Hear me out and I'll give you your stuff back."

See?

"Hand 'em over, then fuck off and die." Ichigo demanded, lips pulled back in an angry snarl. He heard Keigo's terrified whimper and it actually snapped him out of it; the boiling emotions dissipated, little by little. All because he didn't want to scare away his timid friend.

"That's kinda harsh…" Bazz-B grumbled, voice very close to a mope.

Ichigo rushed forward to hiss right in his face, "Harsh?! From the first moment I saw you—what you were doing to Keigo—" He gestured to said brunette without turning away, "I already knew you were scum, and you've shown me over and over again that it's all you are! So fuck you. You'll get NO sympathy from me." He shoved at Bazz-B's chest for emphasis and was satisfied with the breathless grunt he received.

Ikkaku coughed into his fist to get Ichigo's attention and shook his head, a clear warning to keep his hands to himself. Ichigo glanced at the guard and reluctantly took a step back.

Bazz-B rubbed at his chest with a frown, "Tch. Then how're you n' Blue-Boy doin'? Cuz he did the same shit to me—went through my entire gang to do it too! You shoulda seen Gerard's face. Fuckin' messed up, man..."

"Don't you EVER compare yourself to him!" Ichigo's fist shot up but he quickly curbed the instinct. He lashed out with words instead, "You're not even half the man he is. You deserved every second of what he did to you, and the reason WHY he did it was a helluva-lot different. Only a SCUMBAG would take advantage of someone weaker for their own entertainment."

Damp hair swept against Bazz-B's cheek as he glanced away, but he didn't seem all that choked-up about it.

"Yeah, sure, the 'why' is different, but so's the 'how'."

"What do you mean?" Ichigo glanced at DiRoy when he heard the man snort in amusement. Ichigo never saw what happened to Bazz-B… His frown deepened when the image of Grimmjow's cock, caked in dry blood, flashed across his mind.

"That fucker—he just… Well, let me put it this way. You were unwilling—so was Keigo, I get that, but 'least you guys would've enjoyed the ride. No pain—so to speak." Bazz-B lifted his chin, as if that was supposed to make Ichigo feel any better. But it was about the weakest argument he could've made.

Ichigo was unimpressed, "... I stand by my statement: 'You deserved every second of it'. Just because you slapped on some lube and took your time … You… You selfish sonuva—you threatened my family and—"

"God damn! I get it! I'm an asshole—I mean, shit, It's the reason I'm here in the first place!" Bazz-B threw up his arms with an aggravated snarl, "But, ya know what? I AM here, and I'm doin' the time for it."

"Yeah, 'doing time' in luxury compared to everyone else! Your own bed, a TV, a cell phone, and don't get me fucking started on your 'pets'." Ichigo's voice rose to match Bazz-B's and he found himself in the man's face once more. Their foreheads only inches away as they glared back and forth.

"Can't talk 'bout havin' Pets when you got 'em too, ya hypocrite!" Bazz-B instantly shot back, pointing at the rest of the men inside. Ichigo's face twisted with frustration, because he didn't WANT them to be his (or anyone's) pets. The fact that Bazz-B already heard about it shouldn't surprise him either.

How the fuck does anyone keep a secret in here?

When he didn't respond right away, Bazz-B continued, "And, what, ya think all that fancy stuff came for FREE? Motherfucker—I paid my dues! I'd like ta see YOU put up with my fucked-up family!"

"Gonna give me a sob story? Really!?"

"Tch… Look, man… You've been here long enough—lemme ask ya this; Can you really blame me? After everything you've seen—and I know, I KNOW, I played a big part in the bullshit, but I wasn't the only one. Right? I never started the whole 'Auction' thing. I just bought and sold pets like everybody else. The Shinigami are the ones who started it. Those 'RULES' we all follow, the 'King title'—that's their system, and it's been goin' on for a LONG time." Bazz-B explained, completely serious. Ichigo turned to lock eyes with Yylfordt and almost sighed when the man gave a reluctant nod, confirming Bazz-B's statement. Ichigo blinked, brows pinching in thought.

"Yeah.. That seems pretty obvious after seeing their 'Training Room'... but, like I said—You'll get no sympathy from me. Now hand over my stuff." His fingers relaxed from the tight fist then curled commandingly, palm up and waiting.

Bazz-B turned his head away, like a petulant child, but then shook it with a small laugh. "Fine, but on one condition."

"I'm NOT having sex with you." Ichigo takes a long step backwards, body stiff with rage.

"The more ya resist, the sweeter it tastes, but nah. That's not what I want." Bazz-B's arms crossed as a grin snuck onto his face.

"Fffffuhh…. I'm tempted to just beat you unconscious and take everything by force." Ichigo eyed his fist longingly—what he wouldn't give to punch a hole through this asshole's sternum.

"And that is why I don't have 'em on me."

"Typical…" DiRoy scoffs and Ichigo remembers Bazz-B doing the same exact thing with his Transfer Papers.

That seemed to be his go-to plan: Snatch and hide stuff away until he could talk his way out of trouble. Frustrating, but it had its advantages.

"Knock me out then we're gonna have this whooole conversation over again. Actually—Go ahead. Hit me. Get it outta your system. I know you wanna." Bazz-B leaned forward, cheek turned invitingly. Ichigo caught Ikkaku's eye and was expecting the man to shake his head again, but the guard shrugged.

"If he's asking for it, then m'not gonna stop ya." Ikkaku stretched back to look down both ends of the hall. When nothing caught his eye he returned to lean against the bars with an excited grin.

Ichigo let out a long, drawn out groan. All the aggression stuck in his chest seeping out like carbonation from a bottle.

"Shit… I can't even be mad. At least you're not as dumb as the others seem to think."

Bazz-B, as well as everyone else, blinked in surprise. They were ready and eager to see the smackdown, only to be sorely disappointed.

"I'll take that as a compliment. Sooo…? You finally gonna hear me out?" There was actual hope in Bazz-B's voice.

"Can't believe I'm saying this, but alright. What do you want?" Ichigo relented with a scowl.

"Lemme join your gang." Bazz-B said and Ichigo wasn't the only one confused.

"You started a gang?" Keigo blurted, eyes wide and curious.

"What…? No—I don't—There's no gang!" Ichigo felt like he'd just been forced to swallow stupid-pills, and his poor brain was doing its best to reject them.

"Even better. Start one, and I'll be your… uhh.. wuh's it called—First mate?" Bazz-B tried, grinning like an idiot.

"We're not pirates." Orange brows scrunched with rising disbelief.

"Co-captain?"

"We're also not a middle school softball team…"

"Underboss!"

"Absolutely not."

"... Deputy?"

Ichigo didn't bother wasting his breath on that one.

"... Aw c'mon, man. It would be so fuckin' EASY for you to start one!"

"I didn't join a gang when I first got here so what in the world makes you think I'd start my own?!"

"Fine… I was afraid it would come to this…" The grin drooped and Bazz-B took a deep breath through his nose. He let the air out slowly—just for suspense, then said in a clear voice, "Let me be your pet."

Silence consumed the cell after that incredibly unexpected request. The only one who didn't seem all too shocked was Ikkaku; scratching his chin and nodding as if he expected Bazz-B to ask.

The look on Ichigo's face said it all, but he went ahead and verbally expressed his incredulity, "You're insane… Why would you want to be my… I mean—Why ME? I hate your fuckin' guts! Besides, how could you be mine and lead the Quincy at the same time? How would that even work?"

Ichigo couldn't believe he was even humoring this request.

Bazz-B lifted a hand to massage his temple, an aggravated noise leaking past his lips. "Man OH MAN.. You really don't get it, do you? My time in the spotlight is over, Sunshine. What Blue did… In front of my whole Gang, in front of my pets… He RUINED me. The Quincy have turned their backs! And my father is leaving any day now; my usefulness has run its course… I can't rely on his protection. WHICH MEANS, everyone I pissed off—pretty much the entire prison—The MOMENT he leaves… It won't stop at rape. I'm fuckin' dead."

"..." Ichigo's gaze dropped to the floor as he mulled that over. On some level he already knew it would happen.

Eventually…

Gradually..

But Bazz-B made it sound like everything would come crashing down on him any second. He looked over to lock eyes with Keigo, but the brunette was staring at the floor, fists clenched at his sides—Ichigo couldn't tell if he was angry, sad, or disappointed. Probably a combination of all three.

Ichigo tilted his head upwards, humming in thought. He nonchalantly stretched out a heel then rocked his toes back and forth. He tried, with all his might, to muster up the smallest, most miniscule, amount of sympathy he could for this sleazeball.

Bazz-B caught on quick, "Yeeeah. I know what yer thinkin'.. 'You deserve it', but yanno what..? I'll admit it—I'm a manipulative piece of shit, but 'least I've never killed anyone."

Low blow… A rather unnecessary one at that. But it got a chuckle out of Ichigo. "Heh… You're such a weasel…"

"I've actually been called that before," Said with a casual shrug. Bazz-B allowed Ichigo to ponder his proposal. Really think it over. But Ichigo wasn't going to throw away what little time he had left—not over nonsense like this.

He needed his stuff back, now .

"Sooo… You think that being my.. pet… will protect you."

"Yup. Rules're rules… You'd have to make it official—tattoo n' all that, but I swear , dude, if you let some schmuck knock you out... Ya better not let your guard down for even a second, KING..." Bazz-B narrowed his eyes with a sneer. The thought of being passed down to some weakling-It was enough to make him nauseous.

"... If I let you be my… pet ," Ichigo makes a face at the word so Bazz-B cuts in.

"You don't have to call it that—Bitch works fine."

"Okay, if—IF—I let you be my.. 'bitch', you will give me back my stuff, you will leave Keigo alone ," Ichigo waited for Bazz-B to nod before continuing, "And if I tell you to do something—you fucking do it. No games, no hidden agendas, no 'funny business'... Got it?"

Ichigo never saw the way Keigo peered through his bangs to glare at Bazz-B, but of course the object of his ire saw it. That small spark of hate only served to jump-start Bazz-B's crazy smirk back into existence. Before Ichigo could notice the interaction, Bazz-B captured his attention by stretching out a hand. Then he said, "Sure thing, Master."

The title made Ichigo's skin crawl and nose wrinkle, but he still reached for the handshake. He used a strong grip and demanded firmly, "Don't call me that."

Bazz-B bowed his head submissively and corrected himself, "You got it, Boss." He choked down a laugh as he took his hand back, only to stuff it inside his right pocket. There was some rustling then the hand was back, fingers stuffed with Ichigo's missing items. Evergreen eyes glimmered when Ichigo visibly short-circuited. The brain-fried man didn't even breathe for a few long seconds, like his internal systems needed time to reboot.

"You had everything in your pocket this whole time…?"

Bazz-B made sure to keep the amusement out of his voice, "Yup."

Ichigo's glare jumped to Ikkaku, who lifted both hands innocently, "I swear I didn't know—And 'sides, you never told me what to look for. So how the hell was I supposed to know ? "

Dammit. He had a point…

It took another couple seconds before Ichigo finally returned his attention to Bazz-B, "Thought we agreed 'no more funny business'.." He sounded deathly serious.

Bazz-B gulped and attempted to diffuse the ticking time-bomb that was Ichigo's inevitable rampage, "Yes, but that was before you agreed! And that's why I'm givin' 'em to you now …. I know you're a man of your word." Ichigo still looked pissed off, "You're doin' me a real solid—S'long as I'm your pet, I PROMISE, no more messin' around. If you got my back, I got yours. Cool?"

He seemed honest and genuine, but after that twisted little trick, Ichigo was going to assume everything that came out of Bazz-B's mouth was a fucking lie. Keeping that new advice to himself, Ichigo lifted his palm and waited for Bazz-B to return his possessions before saying, "Fine. Do I have to be there when you get the tattoo?"

Bazz-B shakes his head, "Nahh.. The Shinigami know your Mark?" His smirk widened when Ichigo glanced over to his other 'Bitches', who Bazz-B guessed were already marked.

DiRoy, never one to shy away, lifted his shirt to show-off the fresh tattoo at his right hip.

Evergreen eyes shifted to Keigo when he caught the brunette sneaking towards the exit.

"Hey, Keigo. You okay?" Ichigo asked once he also noticed the escapee. Keigo flinched and hid his face behind his bangs again, though he at least paused to acknowledge the call.

"Y-yeah… M'just gonna… I… I'll be back in a bit.." He didn't give Ichigo's curiosity a chance to kick in; he quickly scooted past Bazz-B and Ikkaku. Then he was gone.

Ichigo made a mental note to check on Keigo later—worried that this new deal with Bazz-B might have put a rift in their friendship. But he didn't have the time to chase down and explain every little detail to Keigo—not right now. He needed to move on. He glanced down to make sure his mother's ring and the fake card-key were among the items, then he counted the rest and was satisfied to find everything there. Pocketing the items, he pinned Bazz-B with a sharp glare and said, "Go get the stupid tattoo then sit in a corner and behave yourself. "

"As you command~" There was a mocking undertone to Bazz-B's voice, but it wasn't enough to make Ichigo snap.

Bazz-B was learning how to bob and weave Ichigo's spats of anger—he might even become a pro, given enough time with the feisty male.

"C'mon, I'll make sure ya get to Tessai in one piece." Ikkaku offered with a shrug. He pushed off the bars and gestured for Bazz-B to follow. The inmate shrugged as well but he made sure to lock eyes with Ichigo one last time before turning to follow, and it must have been a trick of the light, but it almost looked like there was real gratitude in his gaze.

Deciding not to dwell on that, Ichigo threw a parting wave over his shoulder to Kokuto and the others before marching out.

It felt good to have his stuff back, especially his mother's ring, but this supposed 'victory' was corrupted by Bazz-B's smirking face. To make things worse, his thoughts kept backpedaling to what Kokuto said; The horrible things Zangetsu could be going through at this very moment. What were those 'Rooms'? He felt a disgusted shiver curl along his spine.

He'll tackle that issue if given the opportunity.

Ichigo made slow progress down the hall, having to dodge inmates trying to get in his way. He made sure not to react whenever they used 'King!' or 'Reaper!' to get his attention.

He wasn't a King.

And he wasn't Reaper.

Not anymore.

Ichigo was forced to come to a complete stop when four inmates pressed shoulder to shoulder, creating a solid wall of muscle.

"King! We wanna challenge you for the title." One of them demanded, but Ichigo wasn't in the mood for this.

"Get outta my way. Now." Bloodlust dripped off each word and his fists clenched, knuckles turning bone-white.

They acted like they didn't hear him at first, but then something in his expression finally made them kowtow. Their eyes dropped to the floor and didn't come back up. Ichigo's gaze was so sharp that it sliced right through their bravado, severing away the testosterone that fueled their stupidity. Confidence successfully shook, the inmates stepped aside.

Ichigo huffed an agitated breath, but his glare softened.

That's what he thought.

Ichigo's chin lifted and his stride gained a small spec of swagger; Not enough to be smug, but to leave the others feeling.. small.

The inmates in the hall, the ones close enough to witness Ichigo's sour display, nervously scurried into their respective cells. Whispered warnings rippled down the hall and echoed back and forth until each of them knew not to interact with Ichigo at the moment.

It was the most immediate chain-of-communication he'd ever witnessed.

DiRoy's comment about gathering information on him being so EASY was starting to seem like an understatement.

Ichigo sighed. He was in desperate need of a distraction.. Feeling a little lost and uncertain, he turned to his list of 'shit to do before lockdown'.

Let's see. Something simple…

He should probably look for Grimmjow. Let him know that the Gym was taken care of. However… Ichigo winced because he could already imagine the man's sharp, cobalt eyes narrowing with suspicion. Then he'd growl a single word.

'How?'

And Ichigo's promise to be honest was already biting him in the ass. If he told Grimmjow how he willingly agreed to a 'Triple F', it would be the catalyst to another time-consuming argument.

Ichigo was not in the mood for one of those.

He'll just talk to Grimmjow later. He had a few hours left before lockdown anyway.

Thinking of the 'Triple F' though.. Fighting Shinji sounded like a convenient way to take his anger out on something. The guy was a bit on the skinny side, but he was no pushover—Shinji could handle it.

OR..

Ichigo slowed to a stop, right as he reached Cell #60

He couldn't see inside because there was a large, white sheet obscuring the entrance.

Flustered warmth crawled up his neck, remembering what that sheet meant . The only other times he saw it—first with Zangetsu and then with Bazz-B.

For a moment he wondered if Kensei was lurking inside by himself, waiting for Ichigo to come and 'Play'... But then he heard quiet voices arguing. They were familiar, but too soft—he couldn't make out any words.

Feeling paranoid, Ichigo glanced around to make sure he was alone. There were a few inmates huddled in the deadend (possibly 'lookouts'), and two guards posted by the entrance, but Ichigo was about as alone as he could get.

His ear brushed the soft fabric of the sheet as he leaned forward.

"—last time. Wouldja knock it off! I can't handle another 'I told you so' speech. So DROP it… " That sounded like Shuuhei.

Ichigo was surprised to find him out of Medic so soon. He had the urge to peek inside and see how bad his injuries were, but he held himself back.

"Fine.. Alright.. Just.. M'worried 'bout you." It was Kensei's voice, but such nice words sounded foreign to Ichigo.

"Tch. You must be goin' soft in your old age…" Shuuhei laughed and Kensei's deeper chuckle joined.

"Fuckin' brat… Oh! By the way—You n' Red missed a VERY exciting meeting."

"Oh yeah? Did Boss-Yama go on another tirade?"

"Nope. Surprised ya haven't heard yet—your best friend, Reaper, was there."

A choking sound followed and Shuuhei tripped over his next reply, "R-Reaper was there ? And I missed it? Mannnn….. Cheh.. 'Best friend'? Yeah right—we ain't even friends..." Shuuhei sounded pretty crestfallen about that.

Kensei's rumbling laugh flooded the cell.

"You're not? Huh, guess I imagined the worried look on his face when you came limpin' out. Dude was even throwin' up middle fingers at Cang!"

A long, embarrassed groan, "He saw that..? Fuuuuck." There was a short pause then, "Wait. He was worried?"

"Pft. More than that—had to hold'm back from helping yer sorry ass. Probably woulda killed Cang if I hadn't stopped'm. S'why I figured you two were all buddy-buddy."

Somewhat exaggerated, and technically it was Maki who put an end to the tension, but it wasn't necessarily a lie. Ichigo could still feel the spot Kensei's hand pressed, like a warm imprint left on his chest

"Huh… That's weird—I've only talked to him like 3 times? Maybe?" Shuuhei paused and let out a wistful sigh, "But ya know wuh's funny—and I know this is gonna sound stupid… I've been following Reaper's stories for so long that it feels like I've known the guy for years."

Ichigo wanted to scoff but choked down the sound, consciously trying to stay inconspicuous. There was just no way Shuuhei knew him; not if conjecture and exaggerated stories were his only source of information.

Ichigo's smirk softened to a grin; despite their interactions being so brief, he liked Shuuhei. He didn't know much about the guy, but it was enough to grow a bond. First impressions started out rough, of course, but seeing Shuuhei (mostly) naked, moaning and writhing in pleasure while taking it up the ass—that's gotta cross some sort of boundary . Right?

Ichigo felt his cheeks burn, images of Shuuhei and Renji together scrolling through his vision like a roll of film.

"I'm sure I've heard the same stories 'bout Reaper—but everythin' Ichigo does, and the things I've heard him say… It's never what I expect. He's strangely noble." Kensei's voice snapped him out of his recurring flashbacks.

"Ya might know the 'public' stories—but those're all dramatized by reporters . The best stories are the ones ya only hear when ya ask the right people." Shuuhei sounded sincere, like he knew exactly what he was talking about.

"Wooww. Look't you all serious !" Kensei mocked, his tone too aggressive to be considered teasing . "So ya think you know'm better, huh? What the hell couldja know!? His kill rate? Favorite weapon? The Gadgets on his belt? Quit being a fuckin' fanboy, man."

Ichigo almost let out a laugh. Kensei was narrating his own doubts—not word for word, but close enough.

"I know you won't believe me… but if not for Reaper—I wouldn't be here."

Orange brows furrowed and a whirlwind of guilt swirled in his chest.

Not again..

"Hold up," Kensei sounded just as confused, "You mean like White? He gotchu arrested too?"

"NO! No! Nonono." Shuuhei corrected, loosening the knot in Ichigo's stomach. "I meant 'here' as in 'alive'! I wouldn't be alive if not for him… Reaper saved my life."

Reaper… Saved?

"Wuh..?" Kensei blurted, flabbergasted. "Why is this the first time I'm hearing this?"

Shuuhei went quiet after his strangely oxymoronic confession, but neither Kensei nor Ichigo rushed him. As much as Ichigo wanted to know more, he used the break to rummage through his memories. If he saved Shuuhei then that means they met before. Right?

Kensei wasn't nearly as patient as Ichigo.

"Wait a sec.. Didja know he was Reaper this whole time?"

"Well… I had my suspicions—but only after Peacock gave him that haircut. Bright orange hair is pretty fuckin' rare. But I was never SURE—'cuz you're right, he acts way too noble to be mistaken for Reaper… And I was too gutless to ask."

"Hm…" Kensei hummed, "Soo… Does he remember saving your life?"

"I doubt it… It was more of a Right Place, Right Time sorta thing—He didn't 'rescue' me. We never actually met. I knew better than to show myself... M'not a moron," Shuuhei explained, dashing away Ichigo's uncertainty, "You remember that story I told ya? The one 'bout my scars…" He must be referring to the three face-long scars over his eye.

"Yeah. Ya said it was a car accident; Driver had a heart attack—crashed, rolled down a cliff, glass flew out n' cut your face. Am I right?" Kensei recounted easily.

"Mhm.." Shuuhei hummed in approval, nodding slowly, then his voice took a guilty turn, "That's the believable story I told you. It's the one I tell EVERYBODY. Oh, quit frowning like that. I just got sick a' being called a liar."

"Uh-huh… Fine. I won't call you a liar, but ya better start talkin'. Else yer gonna hurt my feelings."

"WHAT feelings?" Shuuhei shot back, and Ichigo's next breath turned into an amused snort. Luckily the sound went unnoticed under Kensei's cackling.

"Smartass! A'ight, c'mon—Out with it. How much of it did ya make up? I betchu weren't even in a car!"

"Actually, it was a limo." Kensei must have made a face at that, because there was an offended noise from Shuuhei. "SEE!? You think I'm a liar too!"

Quick footsteps made Ichigo's entire body jump with shock. He looked around, desperate for an escape, but there was nowhere to run or hide.

Heat scorched across his face—being caught eavesdropping ( again ) was like a kick in the nuts to his pride. And he wasn't sure how much more his poor pride could handle...

Fortunately the footsteps disappeared, replaced by a yelp and squeak of metal springs. Shuuhei must've been pulled onto the bed. Now there was rustling and struggling, followed by grunts and growls of resistance.

Shuuhei eventually signaled the match was over by releasing a long, suffering sigh.

It was pretty clear who the victor was.

Ichigo wanted to assume they were still wrestling, but the sounds took an erotic turn. A soft, breathy moan permeated the air, enveloping Ichigo's senses like a gentle mist, dampening his resistance. Then Kensei's voice returned—louder this time.

"I didn't call you a liar. Alright..? … We cool? … Answer me." The demand was enforced with a warning growl and Shuuhei obeyed.

"Yeah, yeah. We're cool…"

"Good. Now. Tell us the true story. I wanna know, and m'pretty sure he wants to hear it too—ain't that right, Ichigo!?"

… Huh?!

Ichigo's heart convulsed and his entire nervous system sputtered in surprise, short circuiting his poor brain. A thin layer of sweat broke across his nape and there was another strange choking sound. He assumed it was from Shuuhei.

"W-what?"

Once the shock wore off, Ichigo gave a sigh of defeat. He got caught—probably because he was standing in front of the doorway like an absolute moron, leaving a big, dumb-dumb shadow against the white sheet.

Not his proudest moment, to say the least.

Swallowing what little pride he had left, Ichigo shifted the sheet aside and ducked inside. The hallway's harsh light dimmed as the sheet fell back into place, but the cell was lit well enough by itself.

Ichigo glanced around curiously. The room didn't look how he pictured. The two bunks, instead of being on opposite sides of the room, were pushed together and shoved against a single corner; Connected legs tied up using long strips of cloth—upgrading the size of their bunks to a double. More comfortable, but Ichigo wasn't sure how Kensei shared the room: Whether he had it all to himself—like Yumichika, or maybe he got cozy with 3 other cellmates.

Kensei and Shuuhei were the only ones inside at the moment. Both males strewn diagonally across the bottom bunk, using the space to its fullest. Shuuhei's long frame was pinned beneath the other's heavier body, trying desperately to wriggle free. No success. Kensei's melon-sized biceps alone would be enough to compress the air from his lungs.

At least Shuuhei seemed just as embarrassed as Ichigo.

"Whatcha say, Ichigo? Wanna hear the story?" Kensei was grinning ear to ear, clearly content with the chaos he curated.

Ichigo walked forward, keeping to the empty side of the room. After a few steps he stopped to lean casually against the wall. When he spoke he used a tone that showed he was in no mood for games, "Before that…" His gaze switched to Shuuhei, who was staring at him with wide eyes, "Are you alright? I didn't expect to see you out of Medic so soon…"

Shuuhei insistently nudged at Kensei until the larger male relented. Once free, he tucked, rolled, and scooted right off the bed to jump to his feet. He then leaned against the metal frame, unconsciously mimicking Ichigo's nonchalant pose.

Now that he was rightside up, and closer, Ichigo could see the knuckle-sized marks all over his face: one on his temple, another over his '69' tattoo, and a few dotting his jawline. The red splotches came from ruptured blood vessels while dark purple marked the beginning of bone-deep bruises. Lips were still split down the middle, but they looked much less swollen. Ichigo also noticed the finger-shaped bruises on each wrist.

All Cang Du's handywork.

"M'fne." Shuuhei's voice cracked so he coughed into his fist to clear it, "I'm fine."

"You sure?" Ichigo attempted one last nudge for information, but Shuuhei was having none of it.

"Enough about me! What're you even doing here? Is your 'date' with Bazz-B over already ? Figured he'd keep ya busy 'till lockdown…" Shuuhei regretted his cold and snappish tone, but he was too busy reeling with shock. He felt completely caught off-guard, dammit!

Ichigo lightly shrugged in response. The incident with Bazz-B seemed like such a long time ago now—and Grimmjow's 'hostile takeover' should be front-page news. Meaning, there shouldn't be a single person in Hueco Mundo who doesn't know what happened.

Did Shuuhei not listen to gossip? Or perhaps…

"How long were you in there with Cang?" Ichigo didn't miss the grimace, so he calmly added, "I won't ask again if you really don't wanna talk about it." He gave the poor guy an 'out', which seemed to do the trick.

Shuuhei relaxed.

"...They cornered me after lunch." Orange brows furrowed and chestnut eyes shot towards the hallway—probably in search of a clock, but the sheet was in the way. "It's almost three o'clock." Shuuhei supplied reluctantly, already predicting what Ichigo might say next.

"Three…? He was 'punishing' you for HOURS?" Some pity found its way to Ichigo's face, and it triggered an angry scoff.

"I said I'M FINE!" The anger got canceled out by a chuckle. "Don't worry 'bout me.. Seriously. There's a nurse here named Hanataro—the sweet angel that Karma felt kind enough to bless me with—" Ichigo remembers the small, soft-spoken nurse with dark hair who gave him his initial physical, "He hooked me up with some Grade-A Morphine! I'm feelin' great. No pain whatsoever. I promise." Shuuhei smacked his own chest, palm and muscle colliding with a solid 'thud'.

Kensei gave an impressed whistle.

"Morphine? You lucky fucker. They only give that to people who're DYING…" Kensei's tone was accusatory but playful at the same time.

Shuuhei shrugged, arms weaving across his puffed up chest, and smooth lips curving into a seductive smirk. "What can I say? He's got a huge crush on me! And I ain't afraid to Honey-Pot."

"Hah! Who else you been baitin'? WAIT! Don't tell me that's how ya got the discount from White. He have a crush on you too?"

"Noo..." Shuuhei sounded pretty disappointed about that, "I tried , I really did." He sent Kensei a smirk as he said, "But you know White never agrees to sexual favors." Kensei smacked his lips in response but said nothing. Shuuhei returned his attention to Ichigo, "I think it was like 6 years ago—White n' Yammy got into this huge fight. MuscleHead was MOCKING him for being 'Reaper', and you can already guess his dumb-ass was 'bout to get stabbed. I stepped in, 'fore it got too crazy, and explained that White can't be Reaper. 'Cuz his last known kill was too recent—at the time anyway. People called it the 'Billion-Dollar-Head'."

"Billion-Dollar-Head..?" Kensei echoed, expression matching his skepticism.

Ichigo's scowl didn't crack, but he recognized the name.

It was his very first solo mission.

Well, it wasn't so much a 'mission' as it was a 'TEST'. He wasn't allowed to use any resources from Xcution—a precaution in case he 'fucked up' again… His mask and weapons being the only exceptions. Ichigo had to complete everything on his own—prove that he COULD. He wasn't even told what the mission was .

The only thing Ginjou told him was, 'If you want more information then go find the Master Bounty Broker in Seireitei.'

Imagine Ichigo's surprise when the person turned out to be his own cousin, Kukaku Shiba. He's STILL not sure if they did that shit on purpose… Ginjou MUST have known…

While Ichigo was busy drowning in his frustrations, Shuuhei used the opportunity to regale them with the tale.

"Some slick bastard managed to trick an entire group of elite assholes into investing $350,000,000. He took the money and fled. Pfft, the guy honestly thought leaving the country was gonna save him... Now—and this is the fucked up part; the people he stole from offered up even MORE money for his HEAD. $650,000,000. Added together equals One-Billion . Of course, ya only get the full amount if ya catch him fast enough—before he can spend any of it," Clearly this wasn't Shuuhei's first time telling the story, "And holy hell! Couldju imagine that much money? Shit—ANYONE would contemplate murder. Me included." At least he was honest. Shuuhei then tilted his head towards Kensei to ask, "What 'bout you? Would you kill a guy for a billion bucks?"

A slow smirk curled Kensei's lips but he remained comfortably reclined as he answered, "I've done worse for less."

Shuuhei snorted, "Figures…" Then he went back to the story, "The thief was so desperate, and scared shitless, that he hightailed it to Italy. Tried to claim 'Sanctuary' in the Holy See. I mean… I'll give'm points for imagination. Heheh… But obviously it didn't help. They found his body in a confessional booth, and when I say 'his body' I mean ONLY his body. His head was gone. There were prayer beads in one hand and Reaper's Card in the other. The stolen money was never found." Shuuhei waggled an eyebrow at Ichigo. "Soo~?"

Ichigo's emotions were currently on lockdown, but he allowed a small smirk to graze his lips. He knew what Shuuhei was asking; He wanted to know if Ichigo kept the money AND the bounty: The full Billion.

It was certainly tempting; Opening that briefcase and seeing so much money. It hadn't been in bills—that would be ludicrous. He'd be transporting pallets full of bills. Which only further paints how much money was involved: A legendary amount. Instead of cash, it was all conveniently compressed into cashier's checks. To make things even EASIER, each check was written out to 'cash'.

So. Fucking. Simple .

How that guy managed to convince a group of men to make those checks—Ichigo had no fucking clue.

He spent the rest of that day debating what to do with the money. He could've quit—cashed the checks. Buy Goat-Face his own hospital, equip it with brand new equipment, maybe even hire some assistants to help out—or hell! His dad could just retire! Karin and Yuzu would go to any school they wanted. Ichigo could buy his own damn island if he so desired. Live a life of luxury.

In the end, every cent went to Xcution.

Because money was never a priority to him. Ichigo was content knowing that each day brought him closer to killing Grand Fisher.

This was all before Nelliel, of course.

Instead of answering, Ichigo praised Shuuhei's detective skills, "I'm surprised you know that story. Pretty sure that one got wiped from records. Investigators and reporters got silenced with plenty of 'hush' money—It's why you can't read about it anywhere, because no one wrote about it. Those 'elites assholes', as you called them, wouldn't want their names sullied like that. Yet you managed to dig it up…?"

Shuuhei smirked at the compliment but then shook his head in disappointment. He wanted to know what happened to all that money!

Ichigo watched sympathetically as the man wrestled with his own curiosity. A resigned sigh left Shuuhei and he backed down. Ichigo decided, right then and there, that he wouldn't mind getting to know Shuuhei better. The man was inquisitive, but not pushy, and he had a strong sense of morals; based on the way he came looking for Ichigo to put an end to Zangetsu and Grimmjow's fight.

So, making up his mind, Ichigo decided to disclose a piece of information that only few people knew.

"What's strange is… you knew exactly how much was stolen. Only people subscribed to Kukaku's 'Bounty-List' knew that. And you gotta be a professional hitman to join."

"Huh…" There was a curious twinkle in Shuuhei's gaze, "Kukaku? I've heard my brother mention that name before. Doesn't he pay bounties, r' somethin' like that?"

Ichigo couldn't hold in the soft chuckle, "Kukaku is a Master Broker, and she does more than just pay bounties. She creates, distributes, announces, tallies… I mean, look, if there's a hit worth taking—Kukaku is the person to see. And she just so happens to be a relative of mine." Ichigo grinned at the surprise reflected in both of their faces. He then tilted his head and asked, "If your brother knows her, then he must be a member. What's his name?"

Shuuhei absently fiddled with his zipper. He figured if Ichigo felt comfortable enough to share information about his own family then he could do the same, "Kazeshini."

Recognition immediately crossed Ichigo's face and he let loose a nasally scoff of utter disbelief.

"No way! You can't seriously be related to that madman. He's INSANE."

"You DO know him." Shuuhei burst into laughter. He always got that kind of reaction from people—his brother was a difficult man to understand, let alone get along with. Between the constant maniacal laughter and overwhelming narcissism, It was nearly impossible to decipher a genuine personality underneath.

Wait a minute…

Kazeshini and Reaper know each other …?

And that asshole never mentioned it?

Gritting his teeth, Shuuhei practically spat out his next question, "How'd you guys meet?"

Ichigo's scowl returned but he waved his hand dismissively, "Oh, he and I used to race—see who could cash in their next bounty first. An old fashioned rivalry kinda thing. I assumed he did it 'cuz he thought beating me would help his 'infamy'. Or something silly like that. I don't think we ever had a real conversation—unless talking smack counts, because he did A LOT of that."

"Tch… Yeah, he's insufferable." Shuuhei agreed with a slow nod, frown still glued to his face.

Kensei observed their interaction with interest, but he was beginning to feel like a third-wheel. Shifting until he was seated on the edge of the bed, he interjected, "Hey Shuu, ya still haven't told us how ya got that discount from White."

"Oh, yeah." Shuuhei perked up a bit and went back to finishing his first story, "Well, because the 'Billion-Dollar-Head' was never public, Yammy didn't believe me. I tried some other arguments and he eventually gave up. White... Hah... He never said 'thank you', but he offered me a price-cut . Told me I could choose ONE item to get a discount on—I chose H, 'course. And I can't even tell ya how much money I've given to him over the years."

"Too bad he'll never get to spend it…" Was Kensei's quick, and sobering input.

Ichigo winced, sympathy and guilt stabbing him all over again. Shuuhei saw this and tried to distract him by changing the topic, "'Ey, ya never answered my question. What're you doin' here?"

Chestnut eyes jumped to Kensei and this time lightly freckled cheeks turned bright red. Shuuhei twisted around to eye his silver-haired master suspiciously, "What the hell'd you do?"

Kensei kept his mouth shut and motioned at Ichigo, a gesture translating to, 'I ain't sayin' diddly-squat! YOU tell him' .

Ichigo lifted both hands and signaled silently back, expressing his own reluctance. He then pointed to Shuuhei and tilted his head towards the exit, wordlessly asking if they should kick him out for this next part.

Well, if Ichigo was giving him a choice…

Kensei made his answer perfectly clear by wrapping an arm around Shuuhei's middle, surprising the smaller male. His back hit the bed with a small bounce before flattening against the sheets. Kensei casually crawled over him, dropping his weight down in a sensual roll.

Shuuhei snarled when his chin was grabbed and bared his teeth in warning, but Kensei paid it no mind. He sealed their lips together forcefully. The smaller male squirmed and tried to wiggle away but his struggles gradually slowed to a stop. His lips loosened with each demanding prod of Kensei's tongue, and the fingers anchored to his jaw didn't leave until he was eagerly kissing back. Lips smacked and moved like a synchronized dance. Sucking, licking, sliding, and parting for breath in a steady rhythm. Like they've done this a thousand times before.

Shuuhei's hands switched from pushing and shoving to grabbing and pulling. One hand lifted to tug at silver locks while both legs clamped around his waist.

The switch from reluctant to needy was sudden, but Ichigo had to remind himself that Shuuhei's system was saturated in Morphine. Every wet swipe of Kensei's tongue and the friction against their middles must feel pretty good. Ichigo could see it in the way dark eyes rolled upward before fluttering shut. Kensei's fingers journeyed down to grope the firm mounds of his ass. He palmed each cheek until he had the man squirming impatiently.

Ichigo was unable to look away. The way they were both responding and moving together, it was hypnotizing.

Eager fingers tugged at zippers. They wrestled off each piece of clothing until both men were out of their suits and shirtless. Shuuhei's suit slid across the floor and Kensei, the greedy bastard, was already tugging at his boxers. Both of Shuuhei's hands got busy sliding over the other's body, thoroughly mapping each little curve and solid indent. Hard and slightly intimidating muscles wrapped perfectly across Kensei's broad back.

Ichigo's eyelids slumped with lust. His sight narrowed down to pinpoints, locking on Shuuhei's fingers as they caressed and kneaded the shifting musculature; Kensei's hard-earned strength showcased across his entire body, presented in the most delicious way. Blunt nails scraped down shoulder blades, leaving light-pink trails and eliciting a pleased growl.

That tiny bit of pain must have triggered something, because Ichigo saw a flash of teeth. Then there was biting, nipping, and gnawing across every inch of skin within reach.

Ichigo's own teeth clamped over his bottom lip to mute a needy groan. His body was burning from the inside out, like the blood in his veins was being replaced by streams of lava.

He heard Shuuhei's moan hitch in pain then go quiet, only to return louder than before. Kensei swooped in to devour his mouth, tongue delving inside before their lips even made contact. The muscle roamed freely, swirling and claiming Shuuhei's entire mouth.

Their lips parted with a subtle 'pop'.

The smaller inmate was nothing but a panting, blushing puddle beneath, and Kensei's dark chuckle was drenched in satisfaction. Eyes, hooded with desire, looked up to find Ichigo halfway across the cell, taking one cautious step at a time.

Kensei smirked, "You waiting for an invitation?"

That was really all the 'invitation' he needed.

Ichigo's eagerness to join came as a surprise, even to himself, but he was feeling pent-up after today's… shenanigans . He got a small sliver of satisfaction from Zaraki and then from Grimmjow, but it was nowhere near enough. His body needed something more.. thorough .

Kensei quickly grabbed Shuuhei's face, index finger and thumb digging into either cheek. He forced him to look and they both watched as Ichigo reached for his own zipper. The suit opened with a steady 'ziiip' that sent nervous bolts of electricity down Shuuhei's spine.

Was Reaper about to join them ?

He watched with bated breath as Ichigo continued to undress. Smooth, unmarred skin revealed inch by glorious inch. The suit came off first, plopping to the floor to pool around his ankles. Then off came the shirt, exposing a taut stomach and slim pelvis that formed a satisfying 'V'. If only the boxers weren't in the way…

Shuuhei, head clouded with a combination of lust, pleasure, and morphine, lifted his hips to shamelessly grind against Kensei. There was no containing his excitement.

Kensei groaned and his face dropped to rest between Shuuhei's slender pecs. He turned his head and listened to the heart beating erratically against his ear. His attention snapped back to Ichigo as the man stepped forward, close enough to prop one arm casually against the top bunk. Both Kensei and Shuuhei's eyes jumped to the opposite hand as it brushed down his torso.

Ichigo smirked at the attention pinned to his hand. He kept sliding it down until his thumb hooked into the hem of his boxers.

Each movement was slow. Teasing.

Showing a surprising amount of strength, Shuuhei shoved the bigger male aside to lurch up. Kensei chuckled as he landed against the wall. Shuuhei's knees settled on the edge of the bed as he reached for tempting hips. Ichigo allowed the advance, and if there was any trace of a scowl left on his face then it fell along with his boxers—the cloth yanked off in one swift motion. His semi-hard cock bounced only slightly; it wasn't completely erect yet, but he heard Shuuhei's hum of approval.

There were at least five full seconds of pure admiration where Shuuhei raptly watched his cock harden to full-mast. To get some sort of relief, Ichigo wrapped a hand loosely around the base to stroke it, pleased groan building in his chest. Shuuhei brushed the hand away and, before Ichigo could complain, pulled him closer. Ichigo's shins pressed against the bottom bunk.

Kensei enjoyed the view of Shuuhei kneeling with his backside aimed at him, upper half spilling out of the bedframe to reach for his prize. He couldn't see Ichigo's face through the top bunk, but heard the gratified moan when Shuuhei finally sucked him in. Slurps echoed in the room as Kensei's eager little pet bobbed his head back and forth with practiced ease.

And godDAMN—he was working Ichigo's cock like it's a rack-of-ribs after a 2 week fasting.

Kensei's head tilted back as he palmed himself. This desperate side of Shuuhei was always such a turn-on—probably because it's a side that rarely shows itself.

But all Ichigo had to do was whip his cock out.

Kensei will never admit it, but he's fuckin' jealous.

Feeling bored, and slightly left out, he divested what little clothing remained. The last two articles were stripped away, Shuuhei accommodating him by lifting his knees one at a time—not once distracted from his task. Kensei then repositioned himself to straddle Shuuhei's calves, bent forward to avoid hitting his head. He ran both hands up his pet's sides then around to tease his nipples. He pinched the perky buds and gave them a savage twist, smirking when he heard muffled choking.

His throat twitched and convulsed as he choked, but he stubbornly kept his lips sealed around Ichigo's cock, refusing to let go. He heard a shuddering breath above and glanced up to see orange brows pinched in pleasure.

Ichigo's neck went lax, forehead dropping onto the top mattress, then he whispered, "Nnn~ That feels good," His hands landed on ebony hair, fingers slipping right through feather-soft spikes. Shuuhei pulled away only long enough to flash a self-satisfied smirk before diving back in, hands rising to caress Ichigo's abdomen. He kneaded the muscles woven across his stomach, fingertips grazing the sexy ridges along his waist.

Ichigo has never compared blowjobs—while receiving one before, but it was hard not to think of Yumichika when those hands caressed him in the same adoring fashion. Like he was a piece of treasure meant to be admired and worshiped. Yumichika's extremely soft lips stood out in his mind—like the guy never went a day without using lip-balm. Shuuhei's lips were more chapped and rough, but what he lacked physically he made up for with enthusiasm and style. Their touches might feel the same but their techniques were vastly different.

He bit his lip in thought then peeled both eyes open, just enough to watch Shuuhei work, admiring his stern concentration and focus. Hands dropped from the man's hair to cup his face. Using the pad of his thumb, he swiped over the three long scars, prodding the rough tissue curiously.

Upon closer inspection, Ichigo could tell the marks were made with a knife. There was just no way 'broken glass from a windshield' did this... They were too straight and clean. It was done on purpose—a threat maybe? Punishment? Ichigo definitely wanted to know more, but he'll wait until Shuuhei's mouth wasn't so busy.

Shuuhei leaned towards the soft caress, seeking more of it—which was gladly given; Ichigo even swiped his other hand across his forehead, brushing dark bangs aside. He then flipped that same hand to stroke the '69' tattoo with the back of his knuckles, careful of the bruise there.

And Shuuhei was practically preening under the treatment.

Not to say he didn't enjoy Kensei's rough and demanding approach—it never failed to rile him up—but Ichigo's gentle petting was a welcome contrast.

Ichigo choked on his next breath when the throat around him suddenly swallowed , forcing the muscles to constrict and squeeze. Then Shuuhei sucked hard—a little TOO hard. Hard enough to make him flinch backward with a hiss.

Shuuhei apologetically pulled away, creating a lewd 'shlurp' as it left his mouth. He blinked up to see Ichigo wincing with one eye squeezed shut, but the expression didn't last long. Shuuhei waited until he got a nod of approval before resuming his task, using less suction and more humming this time. He bobbed forward, letting Ichigo's tip hit his tonsils on the way down, never once choking as he repeated the action over and over again. The stimulation to his throat forced saliva to pool under his tongue, making everything wet and slippery.

All thought left Ichigo, finally-his endless curiosity and whirring thoughts shut off completely. He felt the skin around his balls tightening, full and heavy with his impending climax.

"Hah… Fuck. M'gonna come." He tugged at Shuuhei's hair—it was all the warning he could muster. Shuuhei got the hint and pulled away.

"Nope~ You stay right there." Kensei's hand shot into Ichigo's line of sight, engulfing the back of Shuuhei's head to shove him forward. He didn't stop until every inch of that cock was back down his throat. Shuuhei only moaned in response, vibrations fraying Ichigo's nerves. It was enough to make his toes curl. "Swallow, but don't be greedy—you're gonna lemme have a lil' taste." Kensei directed in a dark, authoritative tone. It sent shivers through both men.

Ichigo rocked forward to get deeper inside that wonderful heat, but a chin was already pressed against his nuts. Shuuhei's long tongue prodded the underside, testing and searching for any sweet spots. Shuuhei paused every now and then to swallow, possibly bruising his own throat in the process, but the pleased sounds spilling from Ichigo were worth it. Though they were kinda quiet.

Shuuhei wanted Ichigo to really 'let go'.

Determined, he flattened his tongue and rolled it in waves, sloshing the saliva and precum that collected inside his mouth. The squelching sound it created was incredibly obscene .

A long moan punched from Ichigo as he came. Most of it shot directly down Shuuhei's throat before Kensei yanked him back by his hair. The last little spurt landed on his face, nearly catching him in the eye.

Kensei manhandled the smaller male until they were both on their side. Then he licked up the remnants of Ichigo's cum across his face. He paused to suck and bite at the tattoo, deliberately aggravating the bruise he knew was there. Shuuhei hissed in both pain and annoyance.

Ichigo immediately ducked down to glare at Kensei, instinctively reacting to the distressed sound. Kensei noticed this and chuckled before hooking a hand under Shuuhei's knee. He lifted the limb and pulled it aside to give Ichigo a good view of his straining erection—As if to say, 'He likes it. See?' Small beads of precum leaked from the tip, dripping down the side, over bumps of veins, and collecting in neatly trimmed pubes.

Ichigo's anger withered and his blush was back. Lidded chocolate orbs locked onto Kensei's hand as it moved. Sliding up, down, and around, pinching, scratching, and grabbing until he had the man groaning in bliss.

"Quit teasin' n' put it in already." Shuuhei eventually snapped, but he was ignored.

If Kensei wanted to tease—good luck trying to stop him.

Just to prove that point, he slid his erection between firm cheeks. He rubbed back and forth in a taunting rhythm, feeling Shuuhei's entrance clench in excitement with every pass. He then curled so that his tip caught against the rim; prodding and stretching, but not quite entering. A continual flow of frustrated sounds poured out of Shuuhei and it made Kensei laugh.

"So impatient~ Usually ya like it when I take my time. But you're actin' like a fuckin' brat. It's 'cuz he's here, innit?" He sank his teeth into that stretch of skin where neck meets shoulder, hard enough to emphasize his irritation. He waited for Shuuhei's whine to reach a certain pain-filled pitch before letting go, "Want me to show'm how much ya really like it? Let'm see the perfect slut you are." Kensei yanked on the leg still in his possession, further exposing Shuuhei's lower half and forcing his spine to bend in ways it shouldn't.

"Hngh~ Fuck you! Just do it!" Shuuhei snapped. He grabbed the bed in anticipation, expecting Kensei to thrust inside.

"Nah… It ain't MY dick you're cravin'…" Before Ichigo could protest, Kensei reached out and yanked him onto the bed.

There was an initial struggle from Ichigo while Kensei tried to maneuver all three of them at the same time. The bigger male was stubborn and didn't back down until he was satisfied: With Shuuhei on his back, Ichigo nestled between Shuuhei's legs, and Kensei draped over Ichigo's back, heavy cock resting comfortably in the cleft of his ass.

Ichigo hasn't properly inspected Kensei's equipment yet, but he could feel it now.

And holy hell—maybe (hopefully) his mind was playing tricks on him… Though It certainly felt proportional to the rest of the man.

Kensei glanced down to appraise the cute dimples on the small of Ichigo's back. He licked his lips in appreciation then looked further down to take in the wonderful view of his backside. It looked so good—exceeded his expectations; Muscular but round, firm but supple, and covered in smooth, unblemished skin. Kensei reached down to grope each cheek and chuckled because they fit perfectly in his hands.

Ichigo heard the chuckle but his brain didn't quite process it—too busy adjusting to this new experience. It wasn't completely unfamiliar; Ikkaku and Yumichika certainly helped break him in, but it's a little different with two bare erections pressed against him. His focus was jumpy, unsure of where to stay or when to switch. He unconsciously tried to lean away but Kensei's chest dropped hard onto his back. Ichigo's arms shook under the weight then buckled, collapsing him on top of Shuuhei, who didn't seem to mind. On the contrary. Shuuhei wrapped both legs around his waist, keeping him right where he belonged. Ichigo's muscles quivered and another needy sound escaped his throat.

Cock completely hard again, and pressed up against Shuuhei's, he could feel their blood pumping excitedly through that specific point of contact; as if he were searching for the other's pulse point with his own dick. Ichigo huffed a small laugh at the thought but it morphed into a growl when Shuuhei rocked his hips, grinding them together—creating sweet, sweet friction. Kensei was quick to join, thrusting in time to pin Ichigo's middle between them.

The timid orangette didn't need any further coaxing. He started moving with the motion, getting a feel for the momentum. After a minute Ichigo surged his hips with a little more 'oomph', eliciting a rough moan from all three of them.

Teeth scraped over his neck and Ichigo couldn't contain the excited gasp. Kensei bit down without hesitation and auburn eyes rolled up.

"Hahhhnn. Fuck." Ichigo's own teeth bit at the skin under his lips. He heard Shuuhei's hiss of approval, then he was moving and gyrating with purpose.

Kensei tightened his jaw until he finally heard a whimper. It took a lot more pressure than he expected—he was sure his mouth would be full of blood if he bit down any harder. Usually this was his way of testing pain tolerance, but Ichigo must have different levels of sensitivity; If Shuuhei could suck him off too hard yet take a bite like this without fussing… Kensei inspected the purpling mark then backed off a bit.

Ichigo pulled back as well, following that comfortable heat as it lifted off his back, but a hand grasped the base of his skull and pulled him down into a fierce kiss. Kensei continued to retreat, but the two barely even noticed. They were completely enraptured in one another, hands roving and discovering erogenous zones, seeing who could make the other moan louder. All while tongues warred for dominance.

Kensei secretly smiled to himself at the sight, realizing how much this moment meant to his pet.

He climbed out of the bunk, leaving Ichigo in Shuuhei's capable hands. He paused every now and then to enjoy the show, chuckling because it looked like Ichigo won their little tongue-match. He was delving into Shuuhei's slack mouth, tongue swirling and flicking playfully.

His gaze traveled down to watch Ichigo's ass tighten with every roll of his hips.

Such an enticing view.

Kensei pulled off the top two beds, quietly dropping them to the floor. Both mattresses were sewn together—a strange idea Kensei had a long time ago, but it was useful in times like this; when more wiggle room was needed. Getting a sheet big enough to fit both beds cost him a couple favors, but it was worth it. Kept things clean. He kicked aside the clothing strewn across the floor as he positioned the beds next to the bunk before flopping down.

Kensei went right back to watching the other two and smirked; Their positions had switched, with Ichigo on his back and Shuuhei between his legs. His excited pet was working his way down Ichigo's body, nipping and sucking at random spots as he went. Once face-to-cock he swerved around the length to mouth the sensitive skin next to its base, where pelvis met inner thigh. Ichigo arched his back and released a bubbly moan; it felt ticklish, but Shuuhei used enough pressure and teeth to make it bearable. Then there was a hand traveling lower, curious fingers circling his balls before drifting lower. In one swift motion, Shuuhei deepthroated him and pushed four fingers against his entrance, but only two managed to slip inside.

Shuuhei quickly lifted his head to meet Kensei's hooded gaze. He continued to press inside as he said, "Ken… Holy fuck…" It sounded like his throat had turned to sandpaper, voice coming out scratchy and rough, "He's so fucking tight . You're gonna love this. Lucky bastard."

Kensei groaned in delight at the thought. He stopped stroking himself to grip the base, squeezing hard enough to calm his nerves.

Hwoo.. His patience was wearing dangerously thin.

"Hop on down so we can get started." He commanded and didn't miss the way Ichigo's own erection bobbed in excitement. Shuuhei fell into his 'pet' role easily. He nudged Ichigo until they both rolled off the bunk, landing on the mattress below. Ichigo continued the tumble until he had Shuuhei pinned beneath him. He looked over to find Kensei leisurely resting on his side.

Feeling daring, Ichigo leaned towards the tempting male. Kensei recognized the motion and met him halfway. Their mouths crashed together in a rough kiss. Ichigo growled when teeth chomped down on his lips, sealing them together for a moment and leaving subtle bite marks. As soon as he let go, Ichigo went to return the favor, but Kensei shoved his tongue deep inside the open cavern—and Ichigo forgot why he was even mad in the first place. Having Shuuhei there to distract him helped. He could feel lips eagerly sucking and nibbling across his collarbone. A tongue glided up and over his adam's apple as a hand reached down to stroke his cock. Shuuhei rubbed the slick precum all over before directing it to his waiting entrance.

Ichigo and Shuuhei both moaned as the head breached, then it was sliding inside. Ichigo dropped his hips all the way down and was glad when Shuuhei showed no sign of pain. He didn't need to be stretched? Then it dawned on Ichigo; Cang must've used him like this. It would explain how he bottomed out so quickly, but Shuuhei wasn't 'loose' by any means. He was tight and hot and felt so fucking good.

Ichigo rocked his hips, gentle and slow, testing the waters.

Shuuhei snagged orange locks in both hands and yanked him closer, "C'mon—I ain't made of glass. Fuck me." He growled in Ichigo's ear before biting it, incisors digging into the sensitive cartilage. Then he pulled, forcing Ichigo's head to tilt in that direction. He kept biting and pulling until Ichigo finally gave him what he wanted. There was a sharp 'smack!' of skin hitting skin.

"Nnnn. S'good." Ichigo murmured, burying his face against Shuuhei's neck while his hips got busy. He built up the pace very slowly, listening carefully for any signs of discomfort. Shuuhei threw his head back and a low groan seeped from his lungs, letting them know that he was fine. Ichigo locked himself into that particular speed, like switching on cruise control, then shifted angles—searching for that spot. He knew he found it when he heard Shuuhei cry out in ecstasy.

"Ah! Yeah! Fuuuuuck. Like that… Just like that. Ohnnghod…. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fnnn. nuh… Huu…" Shuuhei forgot how to speak, lips moving but no words forming; only quick pants and guttural moans able to pass.

Kensei could tell he was very close and decided to slow them down a bit.

Ichigo's hips came to an abrupt halt when he felt weight against his back. He peered over his shoulder to see Kensei's wicked smirk. Then the hands still locked in his hair were replaced by a larger one. Ichigo gulped when his head jerked back.

Kensei kept pulling, forcing Ichigo up onto his hands, elbows locking, neck straining, and spine arching to follow the silent command.

Ichigo's eyes squeezed shut and a humming groan filled the room, thoroughly enjoying the painful sting against his scalp. He was released, all too soon, though he stayed up on his hands—like a good slut, and Kensei actually moaned at that. He ground his hips down, forcing Ichigo to push deeper into Shuuhei and their responding moans nearly harmonized.

There were times when Kensei liked to take his time; make 'em beg for it …

Maybe next time.

Snarling, he leaned back, straight up on his knees. He parted Ichigo's cheeks, exposing that pretty pink hole.

The orangette looked over his shoulder again, body tingling in anticipation. He watched a generous wad of spit drop from Kensei's lips to land directly on his entrance. Then two thumbs dove inside. Giant palms kept his cheeks apart as they pressed down, stretching the hole, testing its give.

Kensei could feel the tight rim trying desperately to close back up, but his thumbs were relentless.

"Ichigo," he started and Shuuhei felt said man's cock twitch in response, "How do ya feel 'bout using lube..?"

"Huh..?" Ichigo responded. It was a perfectly normal question, especially in a situation like this, but the way Kensei asked… it sounded off. It took him a minute to understand WHY he asked.

Because he heard what happened; Kensei knew that Bazz-B used his 'special lube' on him.

A deep, scarlet blush started at Ichigo's chest and climbed its way up to his forehead; Realizing that every Vasto Lorde who helped Grimmjow had seen him . He couldn't even imagine what they saw—He must have looked so pathetic.

Weak.

Helpless…

The word 'Trash' came to mind when he remembered Ulquiorra was there too.

So, what Kensei REALLY wanted to know was if Ichigo trusted him—enough to know he wouldn't drug him like Bazz-B did.

Ichigo appreciated the thought—It was unexpectedly sweet.

However.

"No lube. Sorry, but, I just…" Ichigo trails off, guilt and a bit of shame festering in his voice. Performing this 'Triple-F Transaction' was one thing, but he couldn't say he trusted them—or anyone really.

Kensei didn't seem too offended. He shrugged—it wasn't his ass on the line.

"Alright, then on a scale of 1-10… How much pain can ya handle?"

Ichigo pursed his lips and tried to concentrate on answering, but Shuuhei was getting impatient. Inquisitive fingers and demanding lips explored his front while hips squirmed and wiggled against him. The hot walls surrounding him continually squeezed, pulling him deeper and deeper, and he willingly followed, going as far as he possibly could.

What was the question again?

Ichigo twisted his upper half, just enough to finally get a good look at Kensei's erection, gauging its size and girth.

And yup...

His mind hadn't been playing tricks.

That thing belonged on a horse.

Shuuhei noticed the nervous wince and popped himself up on one elbow. He tugged Ichigo around to face him then pressed their foreheads together, hips grinding insistently, urging Ichigo to move again.

Shuuhei peered around to lock eyes with Kensei. "I'll keep'm distracted, but go slow..." Dark eyes narrowed warningly.

Smirking, the bigger man shifted and removed a hand to aim his cock. His right thumb remained inside to keep Ichigo spread open. He shuffled forward, positioning himself.

Shuuhei purposefully clenched down and tilted his head to meet Ichigo's parted lips, kissing and sucking all over to keep the man overwhelmed. Then he heard a hiss and orange brows pinched in pain. Shuuhei slid a hand up and down his torso then nibbled at his throat to hold his attention. When his fingers caught against a nipple, Ichigo's breath hitched. Shuuhei locked onto that sound. He pinched the sensitive bud and twisted, watching Ichigo's expression very carefully. There was no longer any hint of pain. Kensei made it through that initial stretch.

Ichigo's breathing grew heavy and his eyes clenched shut, unable to process all these different sensations at once; Shuuhei around his cock and fingers tugging at his nipples, paired with Kensei's overwhelming presence and the painful burn behind… It was an interesting combination.

Kensei was still making his way inside—for fuck's sake—would it ever end? At least he was curling his hips to search for his prostate. Ichigo was just waiting for the right angle.

"Holy hell. Nnn… I dunno if I can even fit. You're too damn tight." Kensei complained then he hissed when Ichigo clenched. This would be a lot easier with lube; his skin was getting caught against the drying rim, forcing him to pause and pull out a bit before nudging back inside, but the further he went, the tighter Ichigo got.

"I can loosen him up for ya." A new but familiar voice spoke up.

Ichigo's entire body clamped in surprise, squeezing unbearably tight around Kensei, who growled in response. They each twisted, as much as they could, to glare at the newcomer.

"Fuck off, Renji." Ichigo snapped and continued to turn—like he was about to get up, but then a sharp cry came from below. The new angle caused him to press against Shuuhei's spot, much to the other's delight. Ichigo's hips rolled automatically at the sound, wanting more but surprised when he heard Kensei's own sound of pleasure instead. The movement was unconsciously pulling him deeper, but only one tiny centimeter at a time.

Renji's laugh filled the room, catching their attention all over again.

"Poor choice of words, Spitfire~"

Kensei turned his head to give their uninvited guest a heavy glare.

"I swear, Red, if I gotta pull out just to chase you off—you're leaving in a bodybag."

Renji's silly grin shrunk, but didn't leave. He flicked his head up, making long crimson locks sway as he strolled forward. He then clambered across the bottom bunk, flopped onto his stomach, and crossed both arms to rest his chin on. He got himself comfortable as he watched the three of them. Greedy eyes ogled every inch of luscious skin on display, soaking in the image of Ichigo being sandwiched oh so nicely. Memorizing it—for future use, of course.

Shuuhei, with a smug smirk on his face, leaned sideways to lock eyes with the redhead. He waved in greeting, "Yo~! Where ya been? Ken said ya missed Yama's meeting too."

Renji rolled his eyes but waved back, snickering when he caught Ichigo's shocked expression. The poor guy could NOT comprehend their blasé way of handling these situations.

"Was doin' Shunsui a favor." Renji said with a shrug.

"Thought you didn't do 'favors' anymore."

"Not that kinda favor."

"Okayyy..." Shuuhei raised a brow, prodding for more information without actually asking.

"That's Shinigami business, Pet ." Renji licked his lips at Shuuhei's glare.

Their attention snapped back to Ichigo when the man collapsed, elbows landing heavily on the thin mattress and red-hot face pressing against Shuuhei's neck. Ichigo smothered a loud groan by biting the column of flesh, tongue landing on tattooed skin.

Shuuhei lifted his head to peek over. Ichigo's lower half was arched just enough to see what caused such a strong reaction.

Kensei, the impatient prick, got tired of waiting—he was nearly all the way inside now.

Shuuhei snarled and kicked him, heel connecting roughly with his tailbone. Kensei grunted and actually winced—not from pain, but from the look on Shuuhei's face. His pet was furious .

Sighh… Farewell to any decent blowjobs for the next month.

Grumbling in defeat, Kensei backed up, erection retreating, but they all blinked in surprise when an unmistakably disappointed whine crept out of Ichigo. The orangette was too absorbed in all the different sensations to feel embarrassed about it. Kensei locked eyes with Shuuhei then quickly sheathed himself back in—he didn't even have to force it anymore, Ichigo was practically sucking him inside. Shuuhei's glare softened and a small blush snuck onto his cheeks when he got a good look at Ichigo's face.

"Wow… He's takin' it like a champ!" Renji complimented. The words were meant to be teasing but he was genuinely proud; taking Kensei's dick was no easy task.

"Heh… Yeah. Takin' it a lot better than YOU—cried like a lil' bitch." Kensei snickered, unaffected by Renji's offended glower.

But how could they stay mad with two sexy men making all those pretty noises below.

Kensei pulled his hips back and looked down, relieved when he saw no blood. Patience wasn't an easy virtue for him, especially with Ichigo gripping him like this. He leaned back, opened his mouth, and using his tongue to aim, dropped another ball of saliva. He rubbed it over the visible skin of his cock before pushing back inside. It helped. He could finally thrust without his dick getting snagged.

Not a single complaint came from Ichigo during the process, Shuuhei was doing an excellent job keeping him busy, using every little trick in his arsenal. There weren't many who could compete with Shuuhei when it came to kissing—the things he could do with that wickedly long tongue—Ichigo was learning all about it first hand.

Kensei started at a shallow pace, allowing the others time to adjust, sinking just a bit deeper each time. As soon as his balls kissed skin, he picked up the pace, and Ichigo fell right in line; following him back as he pulled out and waiting for Kensei's thrust before returning to Shuuhei. Their movements were smooth. Fluid. Compatible .

"Hahhh… Fuck." Ichigo's body was humming and vibrating at a level of pleasure he's never experienced before—mind foggy and vision blurry. It was all his body could handle without overloading. But then a sound caught his attention.

A soft smacking…

Ichigo managed to regain control of his body and lifted his head. His face instantly caught fire.

Renji was jerking off .

To make it even more embarrassing, rustic-red eyes were pinned solely on him. The white T-shirt was long gone, exposing all of those tantalizing tattoos. Ichigo followed the dark lines that zigzagged down, his gaze eventually landing right back where it started: following the up and down motion of Renji's hand.

The redheaded bully was trying so hard to fluster Ichigo—make him resist or lash out somehow, but Ichigo was already two steps ahead; giving his dick this wanton, hungry, look that flustered Renji instead. A powerful surge of lust hit, like a punch to the gut, and his strokes picked up speed. Ichigo licked his bottom lip then pinned it between his teeth, and Renji's dick actually twitched. A reaction he instantly regretted because it gave the orangette an unnecessary confidence boost.

Renji's eyes narrowed when he smirked.

Fucking Smirked!

Rolling off the bunk, Renji landed on his knees, right next to the spitfire. He shifted to aim his cock right in front of those smirking lips.

"Renji…" Kensei warned.

Red's ponytail whipped around as he turned his head. He drawled while crossing his arms, "What ?"

"I'm 'bout to fuck you up—and not in a good way…" Kensei growled, and the angry grit to his voice was doing wonderful things to Ichigo's libido.

"But he—" Renji choked on his next breath. They both looked down to see orange hair where Renji's dick should be. "Nghh~ Didn't think that would actually work…" A soft groan fell from his lips and he pressed his hips forward. Ichigo didn't care. His body was being satisfied in ways he never would've imagined. The sensations were overwhelming yet welcoming, like being tickled to death—you can't help but die happy.

Kensei sighed and forced himself to slow down (an almost impossible task) all so Ichigo could bob forward without straining his neck.

"That's hot." Shuuhei whined through his own pleasure. He could see Ichigo's cheeks sinking in with each suck and there was a slight bulge in his throat where Renji's cock made itself at home. How he managed to get front row seats to a show like this, Shuuhei had no clue, but he was here now and wanted to take full advantage.

Renji chuckled and grabbed fistfuls of orange hair. He didn't miss the quiet moan that traveled up Ichigo's throat. He didn't bother waiting—his hips already thrusting, hoping to make the handsome brat choke.

No such luck.

Ichigo relaxed his throat and focused on breathing through his nose whenever it pulled away. This obviously wasn't Ichigo's first face-fucking, and that just revved Renji up even more.

"So, Spitfire… Does your Fiance know how much ya love dick?" Angry auburn eyes glared up and lips pulled back, showing off pearly whites. Renji's entire torso tightened; a mixture of excitement and fear coiling his insides. But, even at the risk of having his dick bitten off, he continued, "Bet your precious Fiance never seen ya look like this—pretty sure I heard ya whimperin'. Ya want it that bad, huh? M'gonna guess they either have a tiny prick, or none at all."

Ichigo tightened his jaw just enough to make Renji's hips stop. Inked-in brows furrowed in dread. He squeezed his eyes shut and went still as a statue. Ichigo's focus was eventually stolen away by Kensei and Shuuhei, who were both moving, grinding, thrusting, and ravishing him.

Lips brushed his cheek then a voice spoke in his ear, "Ignore him.. He's just jealous 'cuz he'll never be able to satisfy anyone enough to get his own Fiance. Just a selfish bastard." Shuuhei's playful tone and teasing words killed the anger before it could settle. Then he went back to his task of driving Ichigo absolutely insane with pleasure.

When the threat of teeth withdrew, Renji looked down and groaned when he saw the blissed out look on Ichigo's face.

"Hell yeah… That's it... Suck harder… C'mon, that all you got? ... Nngh. Fuck yeah-There ya go~" Throwing caution to the wind, Renji thrusted and yanked Ichigo's head closer, burying himself to the hilt. He could feel the throat convulsing and twitching around him as he came.

Ichigo's eyes crossed—unfocused, lids drooping, and nose buried in coarse red hair. He swallowed every drop of Renji without a problem—his body unbelievably relaxed and pliant, going with every motion. Receiving and returning every ounce of pleasure.

Renji fell back against the bottom bunk with a laugh, cock slowly wilting until it landed on his thigh.

"That was quick!" Shuuhei smirked at the middle finger thrown his way.

"You're one to talk…" Kensei snorted, "Been ready to bust yer nut since ya hopped on his dick.." He grabbed Shuuhei's calves and pulled until both men were further up his lap; Shuuhei's backside resting just above his knees and Ichigo wedged snugly against him.

Ichigo's upper half dropped forward and he tucked both hands under Shuuhei, craving more skin to skin contact, even as he braced himself.

And that's when the real fun began.

Kensei pulled Shuuhei back with every forward thrust, making the orangette croon with pleasure. Thankfully, for Ichigo's sake, he wasn't aware of the sounds he was making—no longer aware of anything anymore.

"Mngh…"

Ichigo opened his eyes just in time to see Shuuhei's face slacken, eyes glazing over and mouth hanging open as he climaxed. He came hard enough to hit Ichigo's chin with the first spurt.

Kensei felt the muscles in Shuuhei's legs go limp, completely drained of energy. He chuckled and slowed long enough to smack his knee and say, "'Ey, scooch out."

Ichigo's forehead scrunched in confusion at the command, too out of it to realize Kensei wasn't talking to him. Shuuhei, attempting to do as he was told, started to move away but a strangely possessive growl arose from deep inside Ichigo's chest. That earned him a few raised eyebrows.

Ichigo didn't even notice.

Shuuhei gulped nervously as he looked up to see Ichigo's shadowed face hovering above him. There was a murderous—animalistic—expression there. It felt cold. Dangerous. Though there was still lust present, the passion gave way to need. Eyes that were once a rich chocolate color deepened to fiery red. All subtle details, but they were enough to make a shiver crawl up Shuuhei's spine. It was a reminder that this gorgeous man between his legs was the real deal. A true killing machine: Reaper.

Ichigo's fingers dug against his waist as he slammed back inside, and Shuuhei's jittery moan spurred him on.

They were all angled just right—every time Ichigo pulled out he sank deep on Kensie's cock. He moved back and forth, pinballing himself between both incredibly satisfying sensations until he finally came.

Kensei's hands landed on either side, forehead dropping to rest against Ichigo's back. He grunted when the muscles around him became impossibly tight, almost forcing him out.

No one moved as Ichigo caught his breath—not that they could move.

Shuuhei waited for the scary 'killer vibe' to dissipate before patting Ichigo's neck affectionately. The orangette blinked back to awareness. Looking down, he stared at his hands like he didn't recognize them at first. When he realized the bruising hold on Shuuhei was HIM, he immediately let go, a gasp popping out. Regret was forming so Shuuhei quickly reached up to pinch Ichigo's cheek. Troubled eyes looked down at him hesitantly. Shuuhei sighed through his nose but then he shared a small, rare, smile.

"Hey... S'all good.." His voice was soothing and Ichigo melted with a relieved sigh.

Besides, if Shuuhei was honest with himself, seeing that darker side of Ichigo... Mm~ It turned him on more than he'd like to admit. Still grinning, he pulled Ichigo down by his cheek and gave him a short, grateful kiss on the lips before crawling away. He winced only slightly as the softening cock slipped out. All the abuse his body endured today now catching up to him.

Once out of the way, Kensei was finally able to do what he does best.

Ichigo squeaked when he was suddenly flipped over, Kensei still buried inside. Powerful arms hooked under his knees then lifted him up. He was dropped down in one pelvis-rattling slam, and fuuuuck—felt so good. So full. Ichigo held onto wide shoulders to keep himself steady as he was lifted and brought back down using an impressive amount of strength. Then hips were thrusting savagely, making Ichigo's entire body jerk and jump upward. His legs slid from Kensei's forearms to the crook of his elbows.

Ichigo's head fell back with a gratified moan. He couldn't tell if he was hard again, but it didn't matter—not when his prostate was getting beat around like a punching-bag. His back met the mattress roughly, knocking a grunt from his lungs. His thighs were shoved apart—spread as far as they could go. Ichigo dropped his hands to the bed when his knees got pinned to either side of his head.

Quiet pants and pleased groans were the only sounds coming from Kensei, all drowned out by Ichigo's constant moaning. Kensei dove down into that maddening heat with ferocious snaps of his hips. The man seemed to have an endless supply of stamina, much to Ichigo's joy and chagrin.

Curious to see what else he could get away with, Kensei released one knee to place a hand over the other's throat, thumb settling under his jawline. Then he squeezed. Ichigo's hand flew up to grab his wrist, purely on instinct, and every muscle in his body tensed, but he didn't pull away. Kensei pressed down with his fingertips, cutting off circulation—but careful not to choke.

Ichigo felt his whole body grow light and hazy, like all the air in his lungs got replaced with nitrous. There was a soft ringing in his ears. Then the hand was gone, and every sensation came rushing back at once, including the blood to his head. His back arched, nearly bending in half, and his cock jumped and twitched with an orgasm, though nothing came out. He's been pumped and sucked dry thanks to Shuuhei.

Kensei groaned and his rhythm faltered as he also came, orgasm hitting him in a soothing wave.

Ichigo's brain wasn't quite functional yet, so he didn't notice Kensei's head as it snapped towards the entrance. Shuuhei and Renji were both up and staring at the same spot, but Ichigo didn't know why until the ringing in his ears faded.

Voices.

A lot of voices.

They were drifting from the hallway, but no words stood out—No shouts, no chants, no whistles being blown. Just loud chattering.

"What's going on?" Kensei demanded and Renji, who was already back in his clothes, hopped towards the doorway.

Ichigo blushed when he realized Kensei hasn't left yet; going limp, sure, but still a sizable intrusion. Ichigo clenched down to help remind him, and Kensei's head whipped back around. He pinned Ichigo with a cruel smirk as he rocked his hips side to side.

"What? Ya think we're done here?"

Ichigo scowled to show he wasn't interested in 'round two', but his traitorous cock twitched and made a valiant effort to stand once more.

"Hey, Ken…" Renji called. They looked over to see the redhead leaning halfway out of the cell. Kensei grunted to show he was listening and Renji asked, "You happen to know Blue's release date?"

Kensei blinked, confused, but answered anyway, "After that White Fight, he should have 12 years left."

"He get remission?"

This time Shuuhei spoke up, "What the hell're you talkin' about?" He limped towards the entrance and pushed the sheet further aside. He stuck his head out then immediately looked back at Ichigo, "Uhm… You should probably come see this…"

The voices were getting louder, and there was a mixture of excitement, surprise, and outrage.

Ichigo's stomach twisted into anxious knots. He didn't bother waiting for Kensei to move; he locked his ankles around the man's back then, using his whole body, gave a hard shove—knocking him over. He used the momentum to keep rolling until he was on top. He heard Kensei groan in excitement and his hips stuttered upward. Ichigo even felt his cock throb, but there was no way he was getting distracted again. He needed to know what Renji and Shuuhei were talking about.

If it had to do with Grimmjow, then Kensei could wait.

And yet, Ichigo smirked at the disappointed hiss as he stood to his feet.

Kensei sent up a silly, but satisfied, grin once he saw his own cum dripping down those long legs. He tilted his head to follow the sight as it walked away, and Ichigo didn't miss the opportunity to give him a show; bending over at the waist to grab his prisonsuit. Ichigo chuckled when his teasing roused a soft growl, though he ignored the sound. He snatched up some toilet paper to wipe away the drying semen between his legs and on his chest, then he flushed it all down the toilet. Before he put his suit back on, he made sure all the items that he JUST got back from Bazz-B were still there. He didn't bother with boxers or a shirt—just zipped himself back up.

"I already fuckin' toldju! I ain't leaving 'till I talk to him! Get yer fuckin' hands offa me! Where's Ichigo!?"

Said orangette spun around, wide eyes looking past Renji and Shuuhei to see a flash of light-blue hair.

Then cobalt eyes locked on him for a split second.

Just a second .

But it was long enough for Grimmjow to recognize him, to know where he was... and who he was with .

'Angry' didn't even begin to cover the expression that twisted across Grimmjow's face. Those bright eyes were glowing with absolute fury, but then he was gone, dragged away by multiple guards.

Ichigo jogged forward, ignoring the twinge of pain in his lower back. He dashed out of the cell, but before he could join the large crowd of inmates following Grimmjow, Shuuhei grabbed his elbow, stopping him in his tracks. Ichigo turned, scowl in place and shoulders tense, but he blinked when a hand reached up to scrub at his chin.

"Ya missed a spot…" Shuuhei chuckled and Ichigo's face went red, remembering the splash of cum that had been there before. It was funny, and just plain unfair, how Ichigo could find a way to be bashful even after having sex with them. It was too fucking cute. "C'mon. Let's go to the yard—If he's really leaving then we can catch him on his way out." Shuuhei grabbed Ichigo's wrist and started leading the way, eager to help.

Renji shrugged and followed behind, hands stuffed deep in his pockets and an excited hop in his step.

This day just kept getting better and better.

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TBC