As compensation for not updating in about three months, I made this chapter extra long. (^-^)/
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Warning: Strong language, some OOCness, violence/gore, sexual content.
This is a special warning: there's some disturbing content in this chapter towards the end. You have been warned, so no complaints please. As this is a fictional story, it shows nothing of my actual beliefs or practices for that matter.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, if I did then Grimmjow and Ichigo would be together having mind-blowing sex every second.
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Grimmjow's gaze darted back and forth between the two men. He couldn't stop the confusion from worrying his features. Rolling the name the brat said a minute ago in his head, he wondered why it sounded so familiar. It hit him as he remembered a piece of information Szayel had given him a few days earlier. Ginjō was the leader of a gang named Xcution, a group of regular people seeking the public's attention. The shut-call never made it his business to bother with them as they'd never really caught his attention. From what he did know about them, Xcution were just a bunch of crooks who made it their job to steal from individuals; not caring if they were rich or poor. Sort of like a twisted Robin Hood. There were times when they were responsible for bombings at power plants, shopping malls and on two occasion's hospitals. But the cerulean eyed male thought that they were nothing more than fame seekers. Whatever they did, they always left their name behind so that people would know it was Xcution accountable.
Looking at the Ginjō person now, the Sexta Espada had to admit that the guy wasn't very impressive. Looks wise that is. Ebony coloured locks which was slicked back in waves brushing the top of his broad shoulders. It was impossible to tell his eye colour but he would have guessed shit-brown. A black jacket with a white collar stained with dust and blood and black jeans which had a silver chain hanging from one of the pockets. Overall the guy had a smug face that hinted that he knew something that no else would ever know. Grimmjow loathed people who looked like that. Sure the Szayel had that look on his face all the time but he had a damn good reason to. But instead, the shut-call had this moron looking at him like that.
"Why are you here?" Ichigo hissed, barely able to control the resentment in his voice.
The dark haired male chuckled and took a step forward which only had the oranget raise a hand in warning. Taking the hint, the other man took a few steps back.
"A little kitty told me that you and Shirosaki ditched the meat suit, so I came to get it. It's the least I can do for you. What are friends for?"
Glancing at the blue haired male through the corner of his eye, "Did you mention to anyone that Shiro left?"
"No", was the curt reply.
"I've got a lot of friends Ichi, so don't go pointing at anybody. Shouldn't you be glad that I came for you? Wasn't I the one you came to all the other times when you needed to be watched?"
The brown eyed male tensed but remained quiet. The shut-call noted the reaction but couldn't put his finger on why. Glimpsing between the two males again, there was something about the whole situation that just didn't feel right.
"As much as I'd love to stand here and continue this staring contest, I think all of us should get a move on", Ginjō said peeking at the watch hidden by the jacket sleeve.
"And why would I go anywhere with you?" Grimmjow sneered.
"Because you either come with me now or you're not going to leave this place for a real long time."
"Grimmjow", Ichigo muttered under his breath so that only the shut-call could hear him. "I don't know what's going on but we'll take this chance to leave. If we stay then Aizen will vamp up the security for sure and we won't be able to leave for a long while."
Thinking over the words, the blue haired male sighed before gesturing to the man opposite them to lead the way. The Xcution leader gave the two inmates a toothy smile which came off more paedophilic than it was meant to. Ginjō turned to the door behind him and kicked it, holding open as the others passed through it. He motioned them to keep walking straight, lingering behind them like a shadow. There was a silence between the trio despite the chaos happening around them. Another explosion went off, rocking the building causing the oranget to stumble slightly. The dark haired male reached out and steadied him. A hand caught his forearm and the other briefly skimmed over his waist. The shorter male flinched violently and lashed out, striking his helper's face. Ginjō yelped and cradled his face, checking to make sure that his nose wasn't accidently broken. Grumbling, the raven haired male pushed passed to the front, not sparing either of them a glance.
The shut-call was beyond perplexed at the sudden action. He'd already guessed that there was a bit of a past between Ichigo and Ginjō but it was killing him to know why the former was so aggressive towards the latter. From what the Xcution leader had said earlier, it seemed like he was normally the one in charge of the brat's body when he pulled the disappearing act. Did that mean that he man took it as badly as he did? Yet it seemed like he was the one who always looked after the body willingly. So he didn't have issues with it and neither did the brat; so what was the problem? The oranget tripped, the other male helped him then bam! Hit in the face. The younger man didn't seem to mind when he touched his arm but did when touching his lower body.
Grimmjow nearly stopped walking as everything suddenly made sense. They had had an intimate relationship. Though he wasn't completely sure it was 'had' but he wanted to be so, especially since he wanted to claim the brat as his own. Disregarding the fact that he tried to kill him earlier, he wanted the amber haired male much more than he had originally thought. Hell, he wanted to have another go with Shirosaki. But what annoyed him was the fact that he allowed himself to mess around with the kid. He may be a ruthless murderer with no regards to human life whatsoever but he had his standards, contrary to what many believed. Firstly, he didn't sleep with people who were taken. He knew what it felt like to be the one who was cuckolded; an experience from his old life taught him that. Even with his reputation as a wanted man, it didn't mean that women and men didn't stop throwing themselves at him. He still had enough decency to find out if the person was taken. Secondly, he didn't sleep with anything that breathed. Though there was a point in his life, when he was probably around sixteen but that was chalked up to hormones. After that moment of stupidity, he got better at controlling his sexual urges.
Ichigo was just as lost in thought as the blue haired male. He wasn't sure of how to react to the whole state of affairs. The appearance of Ginjō was startling. He hadn't seen the man in over two years and was content in keeping it that way. Things between them ended on a rather bad note, only because of the Xcution members couldn't keep their damn hands to themselves. The oranget nearly lost his life and it bruised his relationship with Shiro for a while. Old Man Zangetsu only came to hated him even more which he was sure that he deserved but didn't really care. It was around that point when the white haired male would vanish for days at a time. The longest he was gone for lasted a little over three months, filled with loneliness and lack of killing. After much grovelling and relinquishing his body over, he was finally forgiven though with some mistrust which still hung around. Then he couldn't even be bothered with Ginjō anymore. He had trusted the man; with his damn life but it seemed that paying the price he did for the protection wasn't worth it anymore.
Whoever told Ginjō of his location knew what his plan was. There were only two people he told about the breakout and that included Grimmjow. That meant the other had clearly been unable to keep his mouth shut. Even if he did tell Xcution, how did the other male know he left his body? There must be someone watching his eye move and that thought alone unnerved him. He hated being watched more than anything, especially by unseen forces. Ichigo didn't know what was in for the Xcution leader by helping him escape but he damn well made it a priority to find out.
The ebony haired male opened the last door; exposing the trio to harsh rays of sunlight, accompanied by thick smoke clouds and the scent of sulphur. Two bright pink vans were parked in front of them, the backs door wide open.
"Let's go. I don't wanna stick around for the cops to show up. You know that I don't do well with that kind of confrontation, Ichigo", Ginjō said as he strolled towards the vans.
Glaring at the Xcution leader, the oranget followed him to the vehicles. Grimmjow cast the younger male a look but it was ignored as the other strolled towards the vans. Another door opened revealing the rest of the Espada along with two Xcution members. Ichigo forced himself not to flinch as the younger of the two stared at him, his brows twitching. The powerful group sent a look to their blue haired leader who in return gave them one that told them he would explain later. The shut-call motioned for them to get into the vans. They split themselves in half then filed in, not a word being passed between them. Once everyone was in, the doors closed and they began their high speed escape, leaving a burning Las Noches in the background.
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It had taken exactly three hours to reach the Xcution headquarters which was located a little outside of Karakura, deep inside the woods. The place was in fact a large European-styled mansion that looked as if it had been abandoned for years. Most of the paint on the outside had been peeled off; some windows were planked up while others just remained broken. In order to see the manor, they had to pass through a rusted metal gate that swung back and forth despite the fact there was no wind. Pass that, the vans drove down a long, stretch was tarmac surrounded by beautiful sakura trees. The road ended in a roundabout which had a broken and painted fountain. Overall, the Espada's first impression of the place was that though it was secure, none of them were looking forward to hiding out in a dump.
Once the vehicles halted to a stop, the doors of both the vans and the house flung open. Nnoitra was the first to exit, cursing loudly as he did so. A look which was a cross between murderous and pure irritation itched into his eyes. He sent an accusatory glance to the Espada leader as the man jumped out, who paid no attention to his subordinate. After the ride they just had, neither was sure that they could keep their killing intent at bay. They were followed by Ichigo, Zommari and Starrk. They went into the first van back at Las Noches, deciding that it was the best group themselves according to size. Their driver had been Ginjō, who for some odd reason kept peeping through the rear view at the oranget, which only irked Grimmjow.
The other van contained Yammy who was the largest of the group and needed the most amount of space. He was paired with Ulquiorra who was the smallest of the gang. Both men were more than capable of looking after themselves. It had been ordered a long time ago by Grimmjow, before they had gotten arrested that the duo to learn to work together as team due to their size difference. This would help them look out for the other and make up for what the other lacked. The cuarto Espada had taken it very badly in the fact that someone had the audacity to assume that he wasn't able to look after himself adequately. But in the end, he did the training and actually enjoyed it, as much as an emotionless person could.
Up at the house, an elderly looking gentleman stood wearing a classic bartender ensemble with an eye patch. He gave a deep bow as the Xcution leader walked passed him. To regular individuals, the man looked completely harmless, almost fragile looking but to Ichigo, he knew exactly what the man was competent of and wasn't about to let his guard down. Not again after the last time. The Espada were almost wary of the older male but didn't let on that they thought so.
"You all must be tired after the affairs of the day", the gentleman spoke. "Please allow me to show you to your quarters during your stay with us. My name is Kutzusawa Giriko but you may call me Giriko-san. Now if you will follow me."
Giriko bowed again and gestured to the door. The other two Xcution's gave the man a curt nod before disappearing inside, not without giving Ichigo another lingering glance. The Espada moved cautiously into the house with Yammy and Starrk at the front. Grimmjow and Ichigo were the last to enter, the former absorbing in his surrounding, looking for the best possible escape route if push came to shove. The oranget on the other hand, directed gaze on the ground, avoiding the intense stare thrown to him by the elder male. As they got closer, the tension began to build in his body until he was directly next to the man.
"Ah! It has been a while Ichigo-kun. I hope this visit is as pleasure-filled as the last", the bartender remarked.
Without warning, the brown haired male slammed his fist into the Giriko's face, causing the man to fly a few feet and collide with one of the many white columns of the entrance. The Sexta reacted instantly by moving out of the direct line of fire then after the hit was delivered, restrained the smaller man's arms behind his back to stop any attempts of continuing the assault. Though he wasn't exactly sure as to why the hit had been thrown – and it was second time that day in which he had no clue as to what was going on – he didn't want to start chaos until he got some food in his system and found out why exactly they had been helped.
"Let me the fuck go Grimmjow! Let me rip that asshole's throat out!"
Grimmjow was close to doing so, not because he was asked but due to the fact that it was Shirosaki who spoke. Hearing that distorted voice was a surprise but that didn't mean he was about to let the man go psycho on an older guy despite his suspicions on the man. Tightening his grip, he pushed the oranget into the wall and spoke rapidly but softly into his ear.
"Whatever it is that happened between you two, let it wait. We have to be patient then you can do whatever the fuck you want."
Shirosaki let out a low growl but nodded briefly and closed his eyes. A moment passed before his eyes reopened, this time brown. Ichigo cast an irritated glance in Giriko's direction before shrugging off Grimmjow, turning around and walking into the building. The shut-call sighed and followed him.
Despite the outside of the place, it was well kept on the inside. No signs of dust were visible to the blue haired male, even with his impressive eyesight. The colours were standard whites, browns and blacks. For a strange reason the place looked like it belonged in fifties USA. It had a jazz lounge vibe but it could have been from the soft jazz that hummed throughout the house. Grimmjow remained silent as he followed Ichigo further into the building. Though he wanted to ask what was wrong, he wisely kept shut and continued to inspect the place. So far he'd counted a total of thirty-seven camera, some along the ceiling while others were concealed with the plants and random ornaments located in the corridor.
They reached a large bronze door which the oranget pushed opened without hesitating and strolled inside. The shut-call slipped in after and whistled as he took in the room. Instead of a regular ceiling, there was a massive skylight that covered the whole roof. It gave way to the setting sun, casting it bright hues of orange and red across the firmament. However, without the added beauty of the glass covering, the contents of the room made up enough. Two metre high bookcases lined with various books, from first editions to the original copies themselves. Above the cases but just below the top, the walls were lined with Zodiac symbols, constellations, alchemy, cardinal vice and virtues, names of angels and demon, gods and goddesses. It was the room of a scholar.
As for the furniture, a white oak desk sat to the right, piled with books and papers that looked as if they hadn't been touched in years. To the left were regal-looking chairs and sofa which were currently occupied by the Espada who looked like they'd rather be in Las Noches than in the Xcution base; except for Ulquiorra who was fascinated by the book and walls. Ginjō stood by the lit fireplace, watching the duo that just arrived carefully. Once they entered the circle, the Xcution leader cleared his throat.
"It really has been a while since anyone used this room", he said wistfully.
"Cut the crap and tell me who told you about me."
"My, my Ichigo, don't you want a moment to breathe in the room? It is your room after all."
The sentence didn't faze the orange haired male but intrigued the Espada. "It's not mine anymore. I gave it up when I left you assholes, now tell me what I want to know or I won't hesitant to snapped your arms off."
Chuckling, Ginjō reached into his jacket and threw a package at him. Catching it, he ripped the top off and pulled out the document. Ichigo scanned over each page four times before swearing loudly. He couldn't believe the crap he was reading. Was he finally getting closer to his goal? It was the first time he'd ever gotten something so simple and he could practically do it in his sleep. Crumpling the papers up, he tossed them into the fire and slowly watched them turn to ash.
"So what did it say?" The Xcution leader asked.
"You know what but I am allowed a condition if I am to do this."
"Name it."
"I want Giriko's life."
The demand rang out through the room. Out of everything that the occupants of the room thought, it definitely wasn't someone's life. But the blank look on Ichigo's face confirmed it. Grimmjow guessed that it had something to do with what had happened outside.
"I refuse", was the simple answer given.
"I guess that's it huh?"
Within a flash, Ichigo was in front of the dark haired man, his hand around the man's throat, holding him in the air. The other Xcution members barely had time to react before they were taken out by the cyan eyed shut-call. As for the rest of the Espada, they wore bored looks on their faces at the scene before him.
"You know Ginjō; you owe me after what happened all those years ago. I want my revenge and my payment in the form of Giriko's body."
"He wasn't the only one!" Ginjō coughed out. "There were others."
"True there were others but he was the mastermind behind it and Shirosaki isn't quick to forgive. You should know that."
The Xcution leader seemed to contemplate the idea for a while before speaking. "Fine you can have him!"
Ichigo dropped on the ground and dusted his hands off. "Set him up in one of the chambers."
One of the men taken out by Grimmjow gasped as he struggled to his feet. "Ginjō, you can't let them have him!"
"Yuriko, would you rather I have you instead? Seeing how you were so involved in the activity?"
The boy remained silent as his leader sent out commands through his earpiece to have the older gentleman intercepted and knocked out. The orange haired male cast Grimmjow a look with a raised eyebrow, almost as if asking why he helped. The shut-call returned it with a bored look before turning back to his gang. He needed to talk to them and explain a few things. And he didn't need Ichigo around to hear what he had to say either.
"As fun as this is, we need time alone so you guys can leave", the Espada leader demanded.
Yuriko furious with being ordered around by someone other than his boss opened to his mouth to voice his feelings but was stopped by Ginjō who grabbed his collar and dragged him out of the room. The other member followed at his own leisurely pace, smirking as he did so.
"Find me when you're done Grimmjow." With that Ichigo left the room.
Not even thirty seconds passed before Nnoitra stood, picked up a chair and chucked it across the room where it shattered into pieces. Starrk was already dozing on one of the couches, completely at peace with the chaos around him. Ulquiorra and Zommari were each leafing through various books and comparing occasionally what they found interesting. Yammy was too busy staring at the ceiling to be bothered with anyone else. Grimmjow would have chuckled if he didn't know them. But he could see have tense they were from being in an unfamiliar environment with a rival gang; though Xcution wasn't even nearly their rival gangs, they were nice enough to place them there since the Espada were staying with them.
"I've kept my mouth shut Grimm, now spill. I don't like this little shithole."
Sighing, the Espada leader went on to explain to them the conversation he had with Ichigo, along with the remaining details about Aaroniero's death. He told them about what he had been discussing with Szayel and his evident distrust of the Xcution group.
"Ulquiorra, I want you to contact Szayel and get him to send Tia and Nel to get us in two days time. Starrk, I want you to get every detail of this place, including hidden passages and such. Zommari, I want you to locate the security room and when I give the signal to disable all the cameras. Yammy, I want a head count of every person in this building, meaning if they have prisoners I want to know. Nnoitra, after Yammy has given you a head count of all the people here, find any reason to fight them and test what abilities they may have."
None asked for what he was going to do, it wasn't their place to. Each member gave either a two-fingered salute or a nod before exiting the room. The blue haired male didn't have to mention anything about being stealth in their mission. They already were, even someone who was as big as Yammy was like a butterfly landing on a leaf. Despite the fact that they all stood out tremulously, they could each blend in with the shadows effortlessly.
"Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez-san I presume?"
He turned around, taking notice of the woman standing in the doorway. She had dark-chocolate coloured with ebony chin length hair. A baseball cap written 'Lakers' sat on her head, heavy set boot covered in dirt and a green jumpsuit. Grimmjow arched an eyebrow in response to her question and outfit. She gestured him to follow her and she slipped out the room. In the air around her, he could smell gun powder mixed with petroleum and paraffin, which immediately meant that she was the one responsible for the bombs at Las Noches. It was strange, seeing as how he hadn't seen her anywhere near the place as they left.
There was silence between them as they walked, not that the shut-call minded but he was curious as to where she was taking him. So far, they made various turns throughout the house, going deeper into it. Soon, the duo arrived at a bolted shut metal door.
"Through here you will find Ichigo. Follow the stairs down and you'll know where to go."
Frowning, he nodded. "Yeah, thanks."
The dark-skinned female cracked the door open and watched him cautiously pass through. She slammed it close behind him, bolting it again before he heard her footsteps fade. Taking her directions, he jumped down the old, wooden staircase whilst keeping an eye on his surroundings. The place had an eerie air about it and somehow it made him feel right at home. Under the scent of fungus and decay, Grimmjow caught the aroma of fresh blood and fear. A growl rumbled in his throat as his animalistic side revelled in the olfactory assault. Lust sparked through his body at the sensation. Following the fragrances, he ran down the collider until he reached the second door to the right, which was left open slightly. Kicking it, he stepped inside and groaned wantonly at the sight before him.
Ichigo had his back to the cyan eyed male, but the other male didn't mind in the little. The oranget had changed into tight white –previously white pants as it was currently stained with blood and matching long sleeved shirt. Grimmjow licked his lips as he took in the round, tight ass exposed to him. Dominance surrounded his form as he busied himself with what was in front of him. Vaguely, the shut-call wondered if this was the moment when he finally got to the fuck the guy.
Moving forward, he smirked as he saw the other occupant of the room strapped down onto a surgical table. Giriko looked nothing like he'd seen outside half an hour earlier. Though the man was already old, probably pushing sixty in the blue haired male's books, he looked almost a hundred with bad plastic surgery. He was stark naked, save for the dishcloth over his genital area. The only areas of his body that had blood were his hands and from what could be seen, he was missing a total of five nails. Sweat plastered his hair to his face, the eye patch formerly worn lay discarded on the floor but the eye it covered remained shut.
"What took you so long?" The brown eyed male asked as he turned around.
"Had some arrangements to make for our departure that's all."
"And when's that?"
"Two days from now."
Instead of answering, Ichigo moved round the body to the table against the wall and picked a syringe. Releasing some of the liquid, he slowly injected it into the IV connected to the Xcution member. The man gave a violent jerk and muffled yell. Chuckled, the oranget withdrew pliers from his pocket and tossed them back and forth in his hands.
"What did you give him?" Grimmjow inquired as he moved forward.
"Some adrenaline, just to make sure he doesn't pass out before I get to the good stuff."
The Espada leader remained silent as he watched Ichigo lift Giriko's hand up and yank out another nail from the man's hand. This time, the scream echoed through the room sending shivers of enjoyment down both killers' spines. Lazily, the amber haired male inched out the remaining nails in the Xcution's right hand. Leaving the last two partly attached, he bent the wrist downwards and slammed in down onto the table hard, so that the nails tore back into the skin. Giriko's bellows of pain became louder, tears in the corner of his eyes and blood mixed with saliva dribbling out the sides of his mouth.
"Would you like to try Grimmjow?"
The mentioned male looked up and wasn't the least surprised to hear Shirosaki address him. What did intrigue him was the fact that both Shiro's and Ichigo's eye colours were present at the same time. He pondered on exactly how much he knew about them compared to how much they knew about him.
Picking the black butterfly knife off the table, Grimmjow flicked it open and moved down to the dark haired gentleman's feet. In a swift motion, he sliced off four of the man's toes leaving the big toe hanging slightly. Giriko gave another scream but it went completely unheard as the other two males stared hungrily at each other. Shiro's tongue ran over his lips before disappearing back into his mouth. When it opened against, it was Ichigo's tongue that repeated the motion over and over. The cerulean eyed male brought the blade up to his mouth and ran his tongue over it, cutting his own appendage as he licked the blood off it.
The knife delved into the man's thigh, gutting one of his legs in half. Ichigo stretched his body over it, allowing his shirt to soak up the liquid as he gripped the back of the shut-call's head. He guided it towards his own, where he forced their lips together. The kiss was rough, all teeth and tongue. Grimmjow bit down hard on the oranget's wet muscle, sucking the blood that seeped out of it. He could feel wet hands roam across his neck and torso, running over his hardened muscles. If there was one thing the Espada leader got pleasure from the most, it was violence and sex mixed together.
Pulling back, Shiro licked his lips and released a low moan. Smirking, the blue haired male shattered Giriko's knee cap under the weight of his fist. The heterochromatic eyed male grinned and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing to the side. Slowly, he climbed onto the table and sat with his ass directly over the Xcution's genitals drawing a gasp from the man. Tantalising, he rocked back and forth eliciting more sounds of delight from the elder. Grimmjow stared in a combination rage and bewilderment as he watched his desire move. Each and every movement was precise, rubbing and stimulating the man until he could no longer form proper words. The Espada leader couldn't help but feel all his blood travel downwards at the sight. It made him fantasised of what would happen they were finally got together.
"Do you like that Giriko?" Shirosaki hissed. "Does this remind you of what happened before?"
Reached over to the side, he plucked up a scalpel and dragged it across the older gentleman's torso. Expertly, he began carving the man's flesh off, crackling madly as he did so. The scream from before return, his hips trying to buckle him off but his effort was useless as the heterochromatic eyed male grounded him down harder, pressing the blade deeper into his skin. Aroused thoroughly by the image in front of him, Grimmjow grabbed Ichigo/Shiro's face jerking it back and kissed him roughly. His hand snaked around the lithe body resting against, slipping his hands into the front of the man's trousers and gripped his semi-erection. The dual-eyed coloured male groaned and let his head fall back on the other's shoulder.
Giriko shrieked as the scalpel sliced deep into one of the arteries surround his heart. Blood gurgled in his mouth as more poured down his chest, further staining the trousers of the male on top of him. With the addition of the red liquid, Grimmjow's stroked become more fluid and forceful as the oranget's moans got louder. The heterochromatic eyed male dropped the blade next to him and began tearing the skin apart with his fingers. One thing that always set Ichigo and Shirosaki off was sex and blood. Every since he could remember, he could cut himself anywhere on his body then masturbate using the blood as lubrication.
The Xcution member watched the two younger males pleasure themselves over the expense of his life. There was sick part of him that got turned on by the sight of the oranget covered in blood, moaning but it also brought back memories of what he did years ago to the man. Somehow, he could never bring himself to felt shamed for what had happened. It still got him off whenever it entered his mind. Even now, he could recall Ichigo's lifeless body lying on his room. He tied the man down using barbed wire and invited the others to join him as he raped the motionless body over and over again. Then Shirosaki came and instead of backing off, he drugged him and allowed them to have their way with him. The sight of blood running down his wrists and ankles as he fought the restraints only furthered his lust. They pushed the body to its limits, forcing foreign objects where they didn't belong and laughed at the screams of pain echoing through the room.
Once they were all sated, instead of untying him, they left him there. They agreed that they should keep him as a pet, fuck him whenever they wanted. But the idea didn't last a day when they discovered he was gone. None of them knew how he escaped but only that he'd vanished without so much as a trace. And from that day, they all began to count down the days for when Ichigo and Shirosaki would come for their revenge.
"Grimm…more", Ichigo groaned.
Not one to disappoint, Grimmjow paused his ministrations long enough for him to yank down the oranget's trousers to his thighs. Not done yet, he picked up the scalpel and ran it across Ichigo's upper body diagonally. It mirrored his own wound slightly, something that he found incredibly arousing. The blood flowed onto his erection, making globes of pre-cum dribble out the slit in mass quantities. The Espada used his free hand and coated his fingers in the dark liquid until his skin tone was unable to be detected. As his strokes became rough and more slippery thanks to the added body fluid, he shoved three digits up the man's entrance ramming right at his prostate.
Ichigo mewled loudly at the triple threat of pleasure assaulting him. With the hard beating of Giriko's heart under his fingers and Grimmjow's hands fondling his most intimate areas using his blood, it was difficult for him to control his body. As he dug deeper into the older gentleman's flesh, he snapped any capillaries or veins that got in his way to the heart. The brown eyed male could have easily ripped the organ out but he wanted to prolong the torture the man received. The Espada leader began to move his limbs at a blinding pace. He bit down painful on the tanned neck exposed to him as the younger male tensed before releasing his seed all of the Xcution's chest. It took him a few moments to completely empty himself.
Glancing down, the heterochromatic eyed male swirled his finger in the semen and blood before cleaning it off in his mouth. Grimmjow watched as he repeated the process a few times then slide his mouth onto the oranget's and tasted the new favour on his tongue. He felt lust spike through him at the tang Ichigo's seed mixed with blood. It was something he would gladly drink for the rest of his life. At that moment, he wanted to remove the orange haired male's trousers and fuck him over the dying man's body but before he even got a chance to act, Ichigo straightened up and jumped off the table.
Shiro licked his lips as he grabbed the hem of the shut-call's shirt and tugged it over the man's head. He pushed his lips to Grimmjow's, remaining him of the difference between kissing him and King. The dominance battle was something he looked forward to every time their mouths met. Even though he could be considered an old game, it sparked differently every time, despite the fact that the cyan eyed male always won. Sometime he let him and other times he tried to win. Either way, he only wanted to have the man.
With quick work of his hands, he yanked down the Espada's clothing and dropped to his knees. The heterochromatic eyed male rubbed his face against the straining erection, kissing it occasionally as he did so. Grimmjow braced his hands on the table behind and groaned. If there was something he was dying to do with the brat it was to fuck his mouth without any remorse. Ichigo reached up, snatched the blade and brought it to his mouth. Sticking his tongue out, he slashed across it. The Espada watched in fascination as the blooded appendage wrapped around him and pulled him into a deep throat. A growl rumbled in his as he buried his fingers in the damp orange locks and began thrusting into the inviting mouth. Normally it would have taken him a while to get off but the addition of blood had him going to crazy.
As he gazed down, he saw those two different eye colours looking back up at him, mouth full off his large erection. The sight was enough for him to pick up the pace, driving hard into the younger male's mouth. He could feel the head of his dick bouncing off the back of Ichigo's throat and the way it contracted each time. A hand came up and massaged his balls, pinching them slightly in the process. The oranget's free hand still held onto the knife, leaving small scratches along Grimmjow's thigh. Soon, all too soon, Grimmjow howled as he shot his load straight into the back of Ichigo's throat. He was surprised that the man didn't even gag; he just swallowed it all down like a pro. Even after he finished, the heterochromatic eyed male continued to suck on his softened length for a while before withdrawing.
In a fast movement Ichigo stood, forced his hand straight through Giriko's chest and ripped out his still beating heart. He threw a satisfied grin in Grimmjow's direction who in return gave him a scorching kiss as he plucked the organ out the other's hands. When he pulled back, he tossed it in the air and began playing with it as if it were a ball.
"That was fun", he smirked.
"Fun?" Ichigo scoffed. "If you thought that was fun, just wait until we fuck and kill together."
"You never fail to amuse me Ichi. Only you know how to make torture look like sex."
Grinning, the amber haired male picked up their abandoned clothing. "Natural born gift I suppose. Let's go so they can come clean up our mess. We have much to discuss."
"And by discuss I hope you mean sex."
The only response Grimmjow got was a laugh that made him mirror Ichigo's grin as they strolled out the room.
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Ichigo sighed tiredly as he entered the room Ginjō assigned to him for the duration of his stay. He bluntly refused his old room as it held memories he didn't want to think of again. As he and Grimmjow walked through the many hallways, they came across Ulquiorra who requested a word with the Espada leader and they disappeared together. Though he was looking forward to their 'alone time' he knew that whatever the cuarto wanted to discuss had something to do with their departure. The oranget wasn't sure how long it would take them or how long it would take the blue haired male to find the room, so opted for a quick shower while he waited.
"Did you enjoy my little gift Kurosaki-kun?" A voice within the room called out.
Turning slowly, Ichigo glanced at the man seated near the window. "I should have known it was you behind this; Urahara Kisuke."
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As my finals are coming up, I won't have must time to write. Though, I will try to complete the next chapter within my spare time.
Thanks for reading and let me know what you think! Any errors you notice let me know so I can change them.
Until next time! (*￣▽￣)ﾉ