Hey folks, you can blame Sword Art Online for this not being up yesterday, picked the first DVD up and watched it. Brilliant. Looking for other suggestions for something new to watch - Going to try Ouren High School Host club suggested by the lovely Lady LRC.

More angst ahead, which will make some of you happy - you weird people, hang on i wrote it... ;-)

Others preferred my more natural version, one saying it was more realistic but there is a very good reason for that, and it finished the story without Aizen getting his ass kicked via Gin and Kisuke with Starrk helping. (Spoilers!)

Anyway i hope you enjoy this one as much. Ichigo's perspective for the first time!

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Chapter 12

"I need to make a call. Unless you think your step dad can come down."

"Why do you need to speak to Starrk?" Grimmjow was starting to get a bit panicked, which in him meant anger most of the time.

"I need to contact the police but since your dad is already involved it might hurry things along a little. Can you call him for me?"

Grimmjow did as he was asked, handling his phone gingerly when the tender skin protested. Starrk wasn't happy about being woken but he said he'd be at the school as soon as possible. Grimmjow heard his name getting called out in the classroom and Gin poked his head out to see who it was. Upon hearing it was Nnoitra, Grimmjow asked if his friend could come in. Gin called the boy in and the lanky male took his abandoned seat, wincing in sympathy as Grimmjow showed him his hand.

"Want me to get you home? Shinji is waiting for me but I can tell him I'm busy tonight. I know you are feeling shit."

"Something is happening; Starrk is on his way in. I'd call Shinji and just tell him to go home; I don't know how long we'll be."

Nnoitra did as he was told, frowning in confusion but willing to give his best friend the benefit of the doubt for now. Starrk didn't take long and he was shown into the classroom by the receptionist before she left. Gin had them all sit at the workbenches in the classroom before he spoke to them.

"I'm sorry for pulling you from your work Mr Starrk but your son has been telling me something rather startling, I've got my child protection officer on his way as well because I think we have a major problem."

As if by magic the classroom door opened, a hand still knocking as the other turned the knob revealing one of the school guidance teachers and fellow chemistry teacher Kisuke Urahara. The mop of blond hair hung over his face and his white lab coat covered a green outfit that hadn't been in fashion in over twenty years.

"Gin, you asked me to sit in for a meeting?"

"Yeah, you know Grimmjow and Nnoitra?" He was the boys' guidance teacher. "This is Grimmjow's step father Coyote Starrk." He didn't need any more of an introduction; everyone knew the name Starrk in the area. "This is about Ichigo Shiba; I think we have a problem."

Gin had Grimmjow tell the men what he'd said earlier, expanding in parts when he needed to explain. He went into Ichigo's reactions after his physics classes as well as his dislike of being treated like a prostitute. He had to let them know of the boy's job, he couldn't lie and Starrk raised an eyebrow, wondering which club would hire an underage dancer in his town and Grimmjow speculated that he'd thought it was someone from his job until Vega had made his comments in the shower room. Somehow the boy knew someone was taking advantage of Ichigo and he decided to cause trouble with the information.

"Well we can have a little word with Ggio Vega tomorrow and find out what he knows but that doesn't tell us why we are all here right now Mr Ichimaru." Kisuke Urahara was hiding his mouth behind his clasped hands as he spoke.

"I overheard something on Friday that Sousuke explained away, but it still niggled at me. The boy screamed, apparently he just trapped his hand in a pneumatics pump but the pneumatics kit was still in the store. I didn't push the issue at the time and Sousuke had locked the door into his room from the store cupboard so I could speak to him until after the boy had gone. There is no mention in his plans about a project with a senior boy nor is any kit out on Friday afternoons for a special project." Gin walked over to his desk and booted his laptop up, switching the projector on to show the rest of the group. "That boy shouldn't have to do any sort of catch-up project, his test scores are in the top five, and that is with changing schools and a foster home back ground. Do you have any records of Sousuke advising the boy needed extra assistance in the subject?" Gin displayed Ichigo's entry scores and his class ratings on the projector screen before turning to the boy's guidance teacher. Kisuke shook his head, his usual mocking look changed into a more worried one.

"I think we need to have a word with the boy in question. He is reluctant to discuss anything however; he is worried about the legalities of his living arrangements." Starrk had to then explain the situation to the staff, Nnoitra knowing most of it from his best friend. "I am looking into solving the boy's living situation with the foster home, legally he can't take responsibility for the girls before he is eighteen but is someone else has their duty of care, they can live together. It is far from being sorted however, and I can't get the boy to listen to me." Grimmjow looked at his step dad in shock, not realising how much the man was doing for his ex-boyfriend. Starrk just shrugged at Grimmjow in return. "I like the kid, he's been through a lot but still faced your mother down; anyone with the balls to do that when she's gone harpy is worth a bit of trouble." Grimmjow just grinned at the phrase, remembering Ichigo trying to get him off the hook the day he'd borrowed the Mercedes to take Karin to the hospital.

"Right I'll pull him out of class tomorrow and talk to him, see if he'd willing to disclose anything to me that he might not want to admit to a policeman or his ex-boyfriend. Does he have Physics tomorrow?" Nnoitra told them that they did. "Fine, I'll pull him then and keep him out till after the bell. What if he's not willing to talk to me, we need more than circumstantial evidence and the worries of an ex to drag a professional's career down."

Grimmjow frowned, not liking where this is going. "So there is suspicion that a teacher is hurting a student and that's not enough to get the guy arrested?"

"Not if the kid isn't willing to point the finger and there is nothing tying the teacher to the event. Even if we pulled Ichigo in and performed a rape kit on him against his will, if it was Friday it happened it would be too long to get evidence to pinpoint the attacker." Starrk didn't like these facts but he had to point them out. "If he's not going to cooperate then we need another witness or physical evidence."

"Please tell me you're not suggesting we wait till Friday and grab the kid then after it happened again." Gin was horrified at the suggestion. "Or will we go all Cops in Action and set up cameras in the room to watch it happen." Grimmjow's frown deepened at the thought of Ichigo having to go through anything again.

"No, I can't in good will allow a boy to be sexually abused just for evidence. But if we can catch him before it happens then all the circumstantial evidence and Grimmjow's story will be enough. But hopefully Ichigo will speak to someone before that and we can stop it from happening. I'll send a police officer to the school to speak to this Vega if I can't come myself tomorrow alright. We'll see what happens after that."

Grimmjow went home with his step dad, Nnoitra getting a lift to his house on the way. The adults had said to try not to worry, that they'd do their best for the boy but that didn't mean it would be a happy ending. Ichigo still dumped him and the boy still wouldn't speak to him.

Grimmjow sent him a text that night, just a general check-up but didn't think he'd get a reply. When his phone buzzed he jumped for it.

-Hey Ichi, I just wanted to make sure you were all alright.

-Hey Grimm. I'm sorry this happened this way.

-I wish you'd speak to me. I'm sorry I shouted at you.

-I don't think I can talk about it. I'm alright; I just need to get on with things.

-Alone?

-That's the way it's always been.

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Ichigo put his phone down on the bedside table planning to ignore any other texts from his ex. That thought made him curl up more into his covers. He hadn't changed them since Grimmjow slept in them and he could smell his lover in the fabric, making him clasp them closer. He wasn't upset with the other, he knew he deserved worse than getting called a whore. He had actually become one to hide his secret.

He had recognised that teacher the moment he walked into the man's class. It wasn't that he knew everyone who frequented the club but he knew the ones to avoid, the ones with the wandering hands and eyes, the ones that promised more with their gaze as they left a tip. He'd seen the slicked back brown hair with the slimy smile a few times before his first physics lesson but the man in the classroom was almost a different person. His hair was looser, his smile friendlier and everyone seemed to love him. The others in the class would joke around with him and he'd laugh and it made everyone smile. He didn't have discipline issues and the class just seemed to get on with their work.

All except the new kid. Ichigo knew the people in the class didn't care for his attitude towards their beloved teacher and even Nnoitra had told him to lighten up on the glares. The taller boy had chummed up to him when Grimmjow started to date him, after he'd finished buying lunch for the boy anyway. Ichigo had discovered Nnoitra had an issue keeping up in class sometimes; it wasn't that he wasn't smart enough; it just went too fast for him. A little more time was all he needed to get it and the orange haired boy had paused sometimes just to re-explain a few things or correct his mistakes before they ruined anything. Nnoitra had even snubbed the teacher a few times when the man had come over, feeling the discomfort in the other at the adult's closeness. Aizen was always perfect in class, the perfect teacher, perfect professional but then he asked Ichigo to wait behind after a lesson.

The boy had known something was up, he wasn't stupid and he was wary as he stood at the teacher's desk with his bag on his back, ready to bolt if necessary.

"Sir, you wanted to speak to me?"

"So formal Ichigo, surely things are more casual between us, it's not like I've not seen you in your underwear. Call me Sousuke when we're alone."

"Sir, if there isn't anything you need, I've got another class."

"Oh there is something I need. Think of my shock when I discover my newest student also sells his body at a strip club, something that should be illegal at his age." Ichigo just felt sweat gather at the small of his back, senses jangling all over his body, telling him to run. "I was just wondering about our situation, you clearly are in trouble and I don't exactly want you telling all your little friends you know me out of school."

"Excuse me sir, but I'd hardly be advertising my job to anyone, let alone tell them who comes to the club."

"Excellent, that was what I had thought. Anyway, since we're old pals, I was wondering if you would be interested in a more private relationship; think of it as private tutoring."

Ichigo sneered at the man, turning and heading towards the door.

"Ah Ichigo, I could quite easily let it slip to the headmaster about your little evening activity and you could lose your place at the school. It's hardly like we want our students to be associating themselves with a stripper."

Ichigo turned around, fury on his face. He stalked back to the desk. "Number one: I am not a stripper. Number two: surely if you go and throw it around that you saw my dancing you are going to be in just as much trouble as me, are students any safer around a perv who likes to watch?"

"Possibly, but what I was doing may be frowned upon, but at least it's legal. And if they start any fuss I will just claim they are homophobic and it will drop. Whatever you need the money for, be it your drug habit or your debts, I'm sure they won't go away if you are suddenly without a job or education."

Ichigo froze, the man was right; it might not be seen as professional to visit a pole dance club but it was certainly not against the law and there were plenty of business men who came along and would probably support the teacher's right to such a pass time. If the club owner found out he wasn't eighteen yet all the recommendations from his old employer wouldn't let him keep his new job. He was claiming to be nearly twenty and at college and with his experience and glowing reference he had got the job easily.

"I see we understand each other, good. I enjoyed watching you dance, you have a superb body. I would like to see more of it, on Friday afternoons. We'll call it private tutoring but maybe with all your experience, you could teach me something."

And so it started. Two weeks of allowing the man to touch him, tease him and taste him. The first Friday afternoon had just been hands on, the older man just wanting to feel him. He'd gone down on Ichigo and being a teenager the boy had cum down the older man's throat. He's felt all gross afterwards especially when man had dribbled his cum all over Ichigo's body afterwards, Ichigo just felt dirty and used.

That had led to Ichigo ducking out on leaving Grimmjow after practice, the blue haired boy calling only to hear Ichigo tell him they couldn't get together. Of course then Karin had to fall out of the shitty bed he'd bought for the girls' second hand and he'd only had the one person to call.

That had led to Ichigo between Grimmjow's legs, running his tongue bar over the man's fabulous cock. It was perfect, straight, long and thick with a hint of sweetness to the leaking fluid. Ichigo would quite happily suck on it for hours. Then he finds out the boy didn't know he was gay, which just makes Ichigo glow a bit that he basically turned him. Grimmjow did very well with his first ever blow job and just curling up in his strong arms that night was lovely.

Then the next time he was expected to return the favour, the taste of the other's cock making his stomach turn. He wanted to be with Grimmjow, the man loved him but how could he return the feelings when he was wrapping his mouth around another man?

He'd left that session trembling with the knowledge that the next one would be all the way, Aizen had made it perfectly clear that he'd had enough foreplay. He'd bitten down on Ichigo's dick that Friday, leaving him in pain when the boy wouldn't get hard for him. The pain didn't help the situation and he'd been forced to keep Grimmjow away from his groin until the marks were gone. He'd curled up in his love's arms that night fighting tears of frustration at his situation and realising he had a time limit on this intimacy. He couldn't sleep with another man and still be with Grimmjow, it wasn't fair on the man and he did love him.

The dance had been fun; even kicking the idiots' asses had been enjoyable. And seeing Grimmjow dressed up as well as getting to dance with him had been more than worth it. He had so wanted to allow Grimmjow to fuck him in the corridor but he'd felt a stab of pain as the other thrust into him clothes so he knew he wasn't healed yet.

And of course Grimmjow spotted the bruises on him, Aizen's long fingers leaving marks as they grabbed at him the day before but they had been explained away easily. The week's detention had been nearly enjoyable, getting to steal kisses in between teacher errands but then that dick had watched them on the Thursday, eyes promising the deeds of the next day. Grimmjow wasn't stupid and he'd been able to see the tension between the two but again it had been explained away.

Friday had been awful. The day leaving him tense as it crawled past, Aizen's lewd glances during class and PE, with Vega starting on Grimmjow. How the boy had found out about his dealings with the Physics teacher he didn't know but it just made the inevitable even more dreading. Grimmjow was pissed but over lunch he managed to calm down. It probably helped when Ichigo let the L word slip out of his mouth. He'd been thinking of it for a while now, calling the other that in his head that he just said it out of habit.

Then he spent two hours in his physics class being teased and violated by someone he was supposed to trust. He'd been made to go down on the man at first, Aizen wanting to last as long as possible when he got inside that he wanted to cum first. Aizen then spent a long time on Ichigo's body, biting and licking the tan skin as he gave himself time to recover. He bit and sucked at Ichigo's dick, making it hard even though the boy fought it. Eventually Aizen grabbed Ichigo off the bench he'd been made to lie out on before he was thrown against it with the edge digging into his hard abdomen as his legs were spread from behind. Aizen was good enough to prepare him a little, sticking his tongue up Ichigo's ass was probably more for his own pleasure but it helped remove the possibility of initial damage at least. He thrust in fully, hilting before starting up a punishing pace without giving the boy a moment to adjust. Ichigo screamed on the initial penetration but Aizen banged his head on the bench in warning against any more noise. He lay there, taking the punishment with his lower back starting to scream at him as well as the edge of the bench bruising his skin. Aizen's pace faltered for a moment and the man reached around, gripping onto the wilting cock of his victim, not happy the boy had softened. He adjusted the angle of his thrusts and the boy wailed quietly as his body couldn't fight the reaction to pressure on his prostate. Aizen pumped his member, making him cum over the bench and floor before dangling on the bench as Aizen rode his orgasm, using it to draw out the man's own. He was left after that, having to peel himself off the bench as Aizen tucked himself away and left the room without a word. Ichigo made his way to the sink and used the water and paper towels to clean himself up a bit, wincing at the rough paper on his abused hole. The towels had a pink tinge to them showing he had taken some damage but he wasn't surprised. His stomach had a red line on it and he quickly tidied himself up, shuddering as his abuser came back into the room.

"I enjoyed that little exercise but I think this is going to have to end between us. Another teacher heard us and I wouldn't want us to be caught." He pulled Ichigo in for a kiss, holding him cruelly. "Well, maybe one more wouldn't hurt but we will have to make sure you don't make any noise this time. Doesn't that make you happy? Only one more and we can go back to just being teacher and student."

Ichigo bolted out of the room when the teacher released him, wanting nothing more than to be in Grimmjow's arms. He was fit and strong and there was nothing the slightly taller teen could do that he couldn't but he still felt safer in his grasp and he certainly slept better with the strong arms around him.

But that had come to an end. Grimmjow had saw his disgrace, and called him on it without mercy. He couldn't blame the other, he had cheated on him after all and though he didn't want to he had consented to save his family.

Grimmjow wouldn't be able to forgive him when he found out what had happened but even the marks on his skin were enough to disgust him. He had appreciated the text, glad there was some part of Grimmjow that still cared, even if he didn't love him anymore.

That thought made Ichigo cry himself to sleep, this time all alone and with no arms to comfort him.

Tissue anyone? Is it sad that my own story makes me upset? Hope everyone is ok with the direction of the story and i didn't upset all the ones who preferred the other chapter 11.

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