I'm in love with a delinquent.
Chapter three.
Disclaimers: I don't own Bleach.
Warnings: Uhh, language, sexual content, the usual.
Again, I'd like to thank everyone who's been reading this story. ;u; It truly does make me happy to see it getting reviews. Ah, also, I'm gonna be putting up a SzayUlqui oneshot soon! If you guys could check it and see what you think, that'd be lovely.
"Eh? Szayel, did he pass out?" Grimmjow heard Nnoitra's inquisitive voice from around the corner of the hallway, and he paused for a moment. He turned his upper body slightly to face that direction, deciding not yet head that way in case it turned out to be something he didn't care to involve himself with. Nnoitra had Szayel were as bad as he was, they bullied and did a few other awful things to people. But Grimmjow was a delinquent himself so he didn't bother with half the shit they were involved in. "I mean, you barely cut him. He couldn't have passed out from blood loss."
"Who cares?" He heard other reply with a gleeful giggle of sorts. He heard a faint sound of the rustling of fabric. "You've heard how many people outside of school talk about Ulquiorra… And now we have the opportunity to do it ourselves. After we get the money from his did, they'll be begging at our feet!"
Grimmjow snorted derisively. Figures that they'd be torturing some kid for money benefits. Sounds like something rotten they'd do.
He started to walk back down the hallway when it clicked-
Wait…
Ulquiorra!?
The blue-haired man turned sharply back around, rushing without hesitation to the changing rooms.
What he saw… Disgusted even the likes of him.
Both Nnoitra and Szayel were kneeled on the concrete ground, rushing to remove their pants. And in front of them, bare from the waist down, was Ulquiorra Schiffer, his unconscious face smeared onto the tiles below. The two men were uncaring to the fact, as they were too preoccupied with their hands invading his ass and legs.
"What the fuck, guys!?" Grimmjow growled at them, stomping forth to grab Nnoitra by the shoulder and wrenching his back.
"What?" The man retorted, jerking out of his grasp. "This isn't the first time we've done this to kids here, boss. You know that."
"Yeah." Szayel piped up. "What's the big deal? We're gonna get a lot of money for this one!"
"No!" Grimmjow spat. "Ulquiorra is off limits. He belongs to me and me alone. If I see either one of you trying to rape him again, I'll castrate you with a rusty blade I haven't sharpened in years."
They both blanched and immediately started to pull their pants up.
"Oi, oi… You could have stopped at 'He belongs to me', you know…" Szayel said nervously, a mocking pout on his lips.
"Yeah, Grimm. We know better than to purposely piss off the guy in charge."
"Shut the fuck up." Grimmjow ordered. "And get the hell out of my sight before I decide to actually beat the shit out of you."
They obeyed, quickly abandoning him in the changing rooms with the unconscious boy on the floor.
The blunette sighed, and he started to put the boy's clothes back on. His eyes didn't ignore the cuts and bruises they left on him, but they also noticed the faded scars and older bruises on his pale skin.
Was someone other than those two idiots abusing Ulquiorra…?
Grimmjow scowled deeply. He didn't want to think about that right now. So, instead, he crouched down beside the boy and unlocked his phone, sending a text to the only other person he knew he could trust with Ulquiorra.
"What happened, Ulquiorra-kun?" His father, or step-father really, stared at them as Murcielago lead him into the apartment.
"Just some bullies at school, Otou-san. It's nothing."
The man's amber eyes narrowed and he stood from his seat on the couch. "I'll go patch him up, Murcielago-kun. Thank you for getting him home safely."
Murcielago nodded, hesitantly leaving his brother alone with their personal monster.
"Talk to me, Ulquiorra." There he went with his faux concern again. This man always did his best to sound like he cared, to come off as a concerned parent, but Ulquiorra could always see through his deception.
"Nothing happened, Sousuke." He bit back, "A couple of boys cornered me and tried to do something, but a… Another boy came to stop them. Nothing happened. It's not like they threatened to use me as a hostage to get money from you or anything like that. Because it would be completely and totally ridiculous if people tried to get away with something like that, right?" He had faltered in his words for a split second, as he had almost referred to Grimmjow as a friend.
But the very idea would be preposterous.
The other man seemed to ignore his biting words.
"Let me dress your wounds." A pair of large hands moved to unbutton his shirt. Ulquiorra stiffened, but he didn't budge. He watched as his shirt was tossed carelessly on the floor, he could feel those amber eyes burning his milky white skin as they surveyed his body.
"I'll go get some bandages. Wait here."
Ulquiorra nodded, keeping his eyes strictly on the floor.
Aizen Sousuke had raised his older brother ever since their mother was still pregnant with Ulquiorra and their biological father decided to abandon them. He was always kind according to Murcielago, but once their mother died, he changed drastically.
He'd become a monster.
He would take everything out on him, whether it be mentally or physically.
Without their mother to protect them, they were at that man's mercy.
It started for Murcielago when he turned fifteen, and Ulquiorra wasn't too far from that age himself.
Of course, there have been thousands of stories of careless parents molesting their innocent children.
What difference would his make?
He might legally be a qualified genius, but he was a true idiot.
Aizen played it off as some sort of loving parent, but at the end of the day, he would always show his true colors.
Ulquiorra could always hear his brother sobbing afterwards.
And then it would be his turn.
Ulquiorra supposed he should be somewhat grateful; he'd managed to keep his virginity so far… The only thing that scared him was thinking about how much longer he could maintain it. How much longer he could avoid the worst of the worst…
One other thing he despised was his so-called 'defensive habit', as his brother had put it when they talked about their issues. Whenever these situations with his father would happen, he would give up. Every. Single. Time. He would just give in, and stop fighting it. It was as if his body couldn't function anymore, and it simply gave out on him.
Ulquiorra was torn away from his thoughts as Aizen returned to the room, a roll of bandages in his hands.
"Come here." Aizen ordered, patting the couch as he took a seat himself. Ulquiorra obeyed, though he was sure to be cautious, and he made sure to leave a good few inches between them as he sat next to the man.
He started to roll the bandages around his arm, his fingers brushing his tender skin as he worked so diligently. But that sort of thing was inevitable, he decided. Maybe his intentions were actually pure for a chance, and he simply wanted to aid his wounded son.
"Pants off."
"…Pardon?"
"You're not a moron, Ulquiorra. Take them off."
He flinched at those bitingly cold words, but he moved to begin removing them from his person. Once they were off, Aizen surprised him by bandaging the wounds around his thighs. But when he finished, he gave a squeeze to the inside of his leg, making him jump sharply.
"O-Otou-san..?"
"Shut up." The other man commanded, his hand traveling up his leg to his boxers, tugging them away with impatient hands that immediately went to grab at his prepubescent nether regions.
"O-t-tou-san, n-no, please, don't..!"
Aizen ignored him, and he continued to rub his traitorously growing arousal with one hand as he pulled him into his lap with his spare. He began grinding himself up against his ass, grunting in his ear while his grip tightened in the process.
Ulquiorra, on the other hand, was not enjoying himself, despite how his body was reacting. Puberty was a bitch, and his father seemed to have every intention of exploiting his fragile state. He was on the verge of crying, desperately trying to prevent the tears from falling, his body trembling sharply when his father's assaults didn't waver.
He soon felt that sickly familiar hot liquid splatter against his backside as the man stilled, emitting a low groan. "Good boy." He sneered, pulling back so that he could observe the look on his son's face. In a split second, he scowled and gripped his chin roughly, harshly enough to bruise.
"Are those tears…?"
"N-no s-sir, n-no…" Ulquiorra was dry-sobbing, doing everything he could in his willpower to try and prevent the tears that stung his eyes from falling. Because, he knew… He knew what would happen if he dared to cry in front of the man.
"'Ch…" Aizen stood from the couch, pulling his pants back on.
"If I ever… See you crying, Ulquiorra. I will not stop." His words were grave and cold as he turned and walked away, leaving him naked and sobbing on the couch.
"…Otouto-chan…"
He glanced up, finding his brother sitting down beside him, a towel in hand. He didn't say anything to Murcielago; he didn't really need to. He merely sniffed absently as his older brother started to clean him up.
"I shouldn't have left him with you."
"We both know that it's inevitable, Nii-sama. It's either me or you. And I… I don't want it to be you. As much as it scares me, I know he hurts you worse. "
"I'm the elder here," his brother protested, "I'm responsible. I can take it."
"You shouldn't have to…"
"Yeah, I know. I know." Murcielago sighed, handing him a clean pair of boxers which he gratefully took. "Let's just go to bed, yeah? No more sad talk." He stood up, offering his brother his hand. Ulquiorra took it, and thus, he was lead back to his brother's room.
Murcielago pulled the blankets over them, and Ulquiorra curled into his arms, where he continued to sob quietly into his shirt. "Wh-why..? Why does this have to happen…? Not only him.. B-but strangers too? I-I can't.. I won't… I-I refuse…!"
"You're easy on the eyes, Ulqui-chan." His brother chuckled quietly- humor was pretty much the only way he knew how to comfort his brother at times like these. "Everyone knows all a guy wants is his own personal princess to protect, hahaha!"
"B-but.. I'm a boy, Nii-sama."
"So?" He scoffed, "You're still beautiful."
"I…. Hardly think so…"
"Well, I know so~" His brother chuckled again, placing a kiss on his forehead. "Now go to sleep, dummy. We have school tomorrow."