Ichigo screamed for what felt like the hundredth time, Grimmjow had been pounding his ass into the mattress for what felt like hours, but was probably more like 5 minutes. The sheer amount of pain searing through his ass, up his spin and down his legs was making him want to throw up. On the other hand his body was on fire from the divine pleasure he was receiving every time Grimmjow smashed into his prostate.
Ichigo was disgusted in himself, felling so good as his enemy raped and degraded him, he was such a foul creature. Grimmjow was grunting and moaning each time his cock slid back into Ichigo's now bloody and torn back entrance.
"Please god stop...just let it end, please" he whimpered and continued to moan out little pleas that went unheard. Ichigo just wanted it all to stop, the pain, the pleasure, all of it, he couldn't handle his pride being so utterly pummelled like it was now.
"Ugh-fuck yea, you like that don't you, ya dirty fucking slut" Grimmjow grunted out after Ichigo had let out a rather loud moan, more out of pain than anything else, but it's not like Grimmjow would stop to think about that.
Ichigo could feel the tight coil of release burning in his cock, ready to let loose as he felt himself begin to fall over the edge of unwanted ecstasy. Ichigo let out a strangled cry as Grimmjow plunged his cock in faster, feeling the carrot tops realise was close. Suddenly their eyes locked cyan and chocolate staring into each other.
Grimmjow kept thrusting for a few minutes, not really seeing anything other than the pain in Ichigo's expression. Until he was suddenly shocked into stillness as he came inside the orangette, starting to finally see what the soul reapers expression was. Utter hopelessness paired with pain, disgust and defeat.
Grimmjow realised that within the few dozen minuets that he had violated the carrot top he had torn him down faster than any battle they had engaged in previously. And he didn't like it. He felt a deep burning in the pit of his stomach, one that had nothing to do with sex.
Whatever it was, it was enough to make the bluenette tear his eyes and his now limp cock away of the boy and rip the chains out of place. Allowing Ichigo to lower his arms and legs and stretch out completely on the bed, legs slightly bent as it was too painful to put pressure on his thighs and ass. Ichigo's legs trembled, his breath still shaky with fear and arousal, he whimpered a little in what sounded like relief but also a little like disappointment.
Grimmjow tucked himself back into his pants, not bothering to fix the Kurosaki boy up, the only thing on his mind now was getting out of the room that still held the boys small moans. The sudden confrontation of the boys gaze had made him realise his actions. He had just harmed the prisoner that was supposed to be healing, it wasn't much but it was at least a small cover for his guilt at hurting the boy.
He looked over at Ichigo again; he had blood covering his thighs from the gashes Grimmjow had inflicted. The blood was running down his legs, covering his calf's and feet almost to the extent of them being completely red, blood dripping on the bed and funnelling down his thighs into his already bloody rear area. Ichigo's neck, shoulders and collar bone area had feared no better than his legs, the skin was inflamed, bruised and raised as if it had been torn at many times, and had many scratches from Grimmjow's sharp teeth.
There were a few trickles of blood that flowed from some of these scratches, but all of this wasn't what made Grimmjow cringe. Ichigo's entire right side and neck area was completely covered in sticky half dried blood. This only worked as a frame for the magnifically large purple and black bruise that was flourishing over the entire expanse of Ichigo's shoulder and halfway up his neck. Grimmjow wondered how on earth the human hadn't passed out after all the torment inflicted upon his body.
Right in the centre of said bruise was a deep wound that seemed to be in the shape of Grimmjow's large maw. Rather than bleeding the injury seemed to be clotted with what looked like thick black blood, which must have meant it was very deep indeed.
The shoulder itself looked slightly odd, as if it was caved in on itself, Grimmjow concluded that he must have snapped the boys collar bone when he bit down harshly. Feeling sick, he took a few steps back towards the door, causing Ichigo's eyes to be drawn to him. He had previously been staring blankly at the ceiling with a dead look on his face.
A spluttered gasp left Ichigo as he tried to say something and after a slight coughing fit that looked extremely painful as it shook through his abused body, he tried again. "K-kill me" it was so quietly said that if Grimmjow hadn't had enhanced hearing he would have missed it.
Fear bubbled up inside of him, which was shocking in itself because this wasn't something he should be afraid of. Grimmjow didn't like this, he was confused at the emotions that rocked through his body from the broken statement. Rushing forward to handcuff one hand to the bed Ichigo flinched and curled away from him.
Angry at his feelings he leaned down to the orangette's ear once again, Ichigo struggled to get as far away as possible whimpering slightly.
"Tell anyone that I did this and I'll make sure next time will be ten times worse" Grimmjow snarled quietly, Ichigo shuddered and started to sob. With that Grimmjow was satisfied that he wouldn't talk and promptly left to head off to lunch, trying not to give the berry a second thought.
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After lunch Ulquiorra instructed Grimmjow and Szayel to bring the prisoner before Aizen and the rest of the Espada in the meeting room. Grimmjow broke out into a light sweat as he walked with Szayel to the infirmary. Hopefully Szayel wouldn't connect the dots and pair him as the reason for Kurosaki's injuries.
Wishful thinking that was. Walking through the infirmary door Szayel sharply hissed "what the fuck happened?" Who Szayel was asking wasn't clear but neither Grimmjow nor Ichigo bothered to answer. Grimmjow looked at the boy with a hard stare and Ichigo began to tremble, Szayel looked from the boy to Grimmjow and back again.
"You did this, didn't you Grimmjow" Szayel stated rather than asked.
"What? No! As if I would get that filthy soul reaper blood all over me" Grimmjow sneered.
"Lair, I know it was you" Szayel said calmly looking at Grimmjow, Ichigo still trembling on the bed and trying to stay as far away as possible from both men.
Grimmjow dead-panned, looking at the pink haired Espada with a slightly determined glare, he did not want to admit the truth. Fuck. He was at a dead end, he knew that the stubborn nature of both himself and Szayel would result in the pinkette just continuing to stare him down. They looked at each other for a while, Grimmjow suddenly turning sheepish and confirming Szayel's words.
"Just fetch Neliel to help me clean him up and go straight to the meeting room, I'll meet you there" Szayel ordered, Grimmjow could hear his underlying message of 'before I fucking clock you upside the head'.
Needless to say Grimmjow did what he was told and quickly went to find Nel, sent her to Szayel and made his way to the meeting room. He was going to get punished, he could just feel it in the pit of his stomach, and he only hoped that his arm wasn't cut off again.
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All of the Espada were stationed in their respective seats as Aizen sat at the head of the table. They had just gone through the report on how the apprehension of one Ichigo Kurosaki had been accomplished. Ulquiorra had given all the boring details which had nearly put Grimmjow to sleep, and now all they were waiting on was the boy himself.
He felt like the naughty child who was waiting for his inevitable doom after being caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Just then the large door loudly boomed open, Kurosaki was in a wheel chair, clad only in a pair of white boxers and seem to be more or less patched up, but the large bruise on his right shoulder was still clearly visible.
Grimmjow looked away as everyone gawked; murmurs rose up from the Espada as everyone looked from Ichigo to Aizen and back again, as if asking the man what was going on.
"Those are not the injuries he had when he came in Szayel" Aizen said looking inquiringly at the pinkette.
"Yes, you're right about that Sir." Szayel said, sending a glare in Grimmjow's direction.
"Explain" Aizen spoke softly, causing all Espada to fall quiet and wait for the explanation to be given, Grimmjow just felt like he was going to die.
"The boys injuries where sustained after Grimmjow decided it would be a good idea to take advantage of the side effects caused by the healing supplement administered when he arrived" there was quiet as everyone's head swivelled to Grimmjow and waited for the explanation to continue.
"The side affect appeared to make the human aroused and, for whatever reason, Grimmjow thought it appropriate to engage in extremely harmful and forceful intercourse with the boy" Szayel finished. The Espada made slight noises of disgust at the notion of fucking a human, some leered and others just sat in indifference.
Grimmjow just growled and thumped his head on the cold stone table in front of him. Great, just fucking great he thought. Ichigo who had been asleep (or unconscious) when he was wheeled in moaned a sleepy little sigh and opened his eyes.
Only to be met with the curious stares of the 10 Espada and 1 indifferent Aizen. Ichigo seemed a little confused, as if he wasn't sure why all these people with funny hair colours where looking at him. But as soon as his eyes landed on a scowling bluenette, it was quite evident that he remembered.
The sudden realisation on his face would have been laughable if it weren't paired with a blood curdling scream. Ichigo's eyes were thrust open wide in fear and recognition, but then quickly they where scrunched shut with vigour.
He slammed the balms of his hands into his eyes, as if trying to rub out memories of his rape. He was whimpering from fear and apparently pain as he ripped his hands from his face to cradle his shoulder as he leaned forward in a hunch. All eyes swivelled to Grimmjow, most in a "what the fuck did you do" look and others (namely Nnoitra) in leery approval.
Then there was Ulquiorra who just didn't give a fuck about anything. Grimmjow didn't care for the Espada's reaction though, his eyes slowly rising to Aizen's in carefully concealed fear. Aizen was staring him down with a look of disapproval that had a burning to it that set Grimmjow on edge.
"As punishment, Grimmjow, you are to care for the boy until all preparations have been made for his procedure" Aizen voiced out in complete and utter authority. Grimmjow paled the fuck he would! There was no way he was going to be stuck with the boy! The thought at being stuck alone in a room with the boy cowering and sobbing (much like he was now) made Grimmjow's blood run ice cold.
He dared not speak out against Aizen though for fear he might lose an arm...again. This was going to be hard, he whined slightly in a "why me" tone and glanced at Ichigo, who coward away and continued sobbing.
"How am I supposed to hold a prisoner who won't let me get near him?" he asked out loud.
"You should have thought that through before you went against my orders Grimmjow!" Aizen snapped bitterly, shutting Grimmjow up quickly.
With that the meeting ended and Szayel handed Grimmjow a list that would help him care for the orangette, then turning promptly and leaving the room after meeting up with Nnoitra at the door. Left alone with the sobbing (and now trembling) carrot top Grimmjow groaned quietly and started at the ceiling.
Fuck, so this was what hell felt like. He wouldn't admit it out loud but Grimmjow felt horrible for what he had done to the boy. Being faced with the 24/7 company of his victim only promising to serve as a constant reminder to those feelings made him shudder. Sighing he began to slowly make his way over to the boy, as to not startle him.
He made his way over in the boy's direct line of vision, not wanting to 'sneak' up on him. Ichigo was still hunched over holding his shoulder, sobbing and trembling, ugh he didn't want to do this. Annoyance rose within him and all of a sudden he just wanted to fling himself, or Ichigo, off the nearest tower in Las Noches.
Forgetting any kind of discretion Grimmjow walked quickly over and grabbed the wheelchairs handles, making Ichigo freeze and whimper. But Grimmjow just wanted to get back to his allotted apartment section of Las Noches before he hurt anyone or broke any walls so, ignoring Ichigo's whimpering he swivelled the chair and set off at a fast pace.
This was just fucking great. All he needed was a whining, pathetic, cry baby as a reminder of how terrible he was staring him in the face every day. Just. Fucking. Great.
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