A very cold three days passed between them. Though on some level Grimmjow was able to reason out that Aizen was protecting him, he still couldn't forgive him for containing him. He couldn't accept being told what to do.

He slept on the couch. Aizen was barely home anyway and when he did come in he was exhausted. Grimmjow watched him for a moment, one night when Aizen left the bedroom door open. He saw the utter fatigue in the lines of his body. He knew he should relent. He knew Aizen didn't need the stress of his anger on top of everything else, but he still said nothing in the morning when Aizen passed him in the kitchen, or when a hand slid over his shoulder in a silent gesture.

Then he was gone again. Grimmjow sighed. He was forced to wear the clothes Aizen had purchased for him. Again, the act of control infuriated him even if it had been practical. He descended for the first time in days and went to the casino to get drunk.

He eyed the games. Stark had shown him how to play one or two of them, but he didn't really have a taste for it. However, as the day wore on, he found himself bored. He edged his way into the crowd despite being terribly underdressed compared to the rest of them, and watched. He was sharp, and figured out very quickly how it all worked—not the mechanics of the games so much as the system of the casino in general. Let them win a few, let them get sucked in. Then get their cash. He watched many glances between dealers and security when anyone won too much.

How corrupt, Grimmjow thought. How like Aizen this place was. One big game for him to play. Was that all Grimmjow was to him? A game to be played? And now that game had to be put on hold for serious business. Would he do this every time there was something dangerous?

"Hey you!" He turned to see who was shouting at who and found himself facing two plain clothes officers, pulling badges from their suit jackets and pointing at him.

"What?"

"Turn around." He was shoved against the edge of a card table, the other patrons backing away hastily. "We saw what you did." One man shoved a hand in Grimmjow's pocket. Grimmjow could already tell that he held something in his fist. He sighed when the cop pulled his hand back out, a number of chips clasped in his meaty fist that he'd very obviously already had in his hand. But it didn't matter.

"Stealing from the house. You're under arrest."

"Hey." One of the security that had been watching Grimmjow hurried over. "It's fine. We're not pressing charges."

"That's not up to you. It's up to the owner. He'll have to come down to the station himself and let us know, otherwise we're charging him with theft."

"Come off it." Grimmjow tried but his head was shoved into the table and his hands forced around his back. Cold metal restrained his wrists. His breath hissed between his teeth but he said nothing. There was no doubt what was happening here. These were the two fish in the barrel and they were ensuring Aizen would be distracted. He'd either have to leave Grimmjow locked up or he'd have to leave whatever essential tasks he was doing to come get him out.

Grimmjow met the security guard's eyes. He understood as well. And there was nothing either of them could do. Grimmjow was hauled away from the table, out the doors and into the street. They shoved him roughly in the back of the cruiser. Grimmjow cursed where lay as the car came to life.

Shit.

Grimmjow sniffed back blood. He couldn't wipe it away as his hands remained cuffed at his back.

"You shouldn't have resisted when we tried to bring you in." The officer across from him said slyly. Grimmjow of course, had not resisted, but the pair laid into him anyway when they pulled him from the car and into the station. "Now we'll have to charge you with resisting arrest as well."

Grimmjow rolled his eyes. Games. He hated them.

"What was that? You want me to put you in lock-up while we wait?"

Ugh. Grimmjow wanted to strangle this guy. He was pudgy. Soft features. Disgusting.

"Well, before I do I need to pat you down, make sure you haven't got any weapons or anything, right?"
He'd already had a pat down before he'd come in this room. But of course reminding the fat man of this would do him no good. But when he saw the man look meaningfully to the camera, and suddenly the small blinking light in the corner of it went dead, Grimmjow grew nervous.

He sat stiffly as the man moved behind him and started at his collar, flipping it up, checking for anything beneath. Then he began to undo the buttons. Grimmjow hadn't worn an undershirt. The shirts Aizen acquired for him were too tight for that. So now his chest and stomach were exposed and he cringed as clammy hands felt down his body.

"Damn kid you're fit."

Grimmjow's skin burned beneath his touch. Anger boiled in his blood and his hands snapped in their cuffs, trying to get free and at this men.

"Careful. If you do anything I'll throw you in a cell as you are, and I know we have a guy in lockup that would die to have an hour with someone as desirable as you."

The words were poison in his ear. He jerked again when fingers closed over his nipples, when teeth nipped at his ear.

He felt sick.

"So what's it like, huh, being Aizen's boy toy?"

Grimmjow hissed in pain when the man squeezed tight. He began to shake.

"Huh, kid, you don't seem very used to this kind of treatment. Don't tell me he actually goes easy on you."

He backed off but only to move around to Grimmjow's front. He dragged another chair before him and leaned forward planting both fat hands on the top of his thighs. His thumb played back and forth over the tight denim and he leaned in to touch his lips to Grimmjow's.

Grimmjow recoiled at once, slamming his back into the chair. The officer smiled and pushed against his thighs, leaning in closer and pressing their lips together anyway.

"Ugh, get off." Grimmjow moved forward again, trying to shove the man away but he just descended, his mouth on Grimmjow's collar bone. Teeth sank in. Grimmjow went rigid. Then he felt the slurping, sucking motion against his skin. The man drew back from the purple mark.

"When Aizen sees, he'll know. He'll know what we'll do to you every time we arrest you. And we will arrest you, again and again. And again and again he'll have to come for you or leave you here to suffer."

He moved in again and closed his teeth around Grimmjow's nipple until he let out a scream of pain. It would all be hidden by his shirt once it was back on. There wouldn't be anything for the other officers to see.

Grimmjow clenched his jaw as a tongue ran down his abdomen. He wanted to throw up, the sensation disgusting even though Aizen himself had done similar to him. This felt nothing like those times.

Hands found his fly. Teeth bit into his hip. That was it. He was done. His knee shot up and into the man's ribs.

Because the officer had been so close, the impact was minimal, but it was enough to get him off. Then Grimmjow stood. He hadn't been cuffed to the chair itself. He was able to move behind it, his only play in the small locked room. The man grunted and straightened. He was furious.

"Big mistake, kid."

He lunged at him but Grimmjow was quick. He darted to the side then planted a foot on the chair and jumped past him, rolled over the interrogation table and remained there. Now he had a bigger piece of furniture between them.

"Fuck." The officer reached for the baton at his side. It would do him no good if he couldn't get near Grimmjow. "You've done it now, boy." He didn't advance. Instead the officer opened the door just a crack and hissed out. "Get Yoshi."

He waited by the door until a knock came. Again he only opened it a crack until he saw who it was, then his taller, fitter partner from the casino stepped in.

Fuck.

It was over after that. Grimmjow could have continued to evade the first one but now with two of them he had nowhere to retreat. When they got him, he was slammed against the table. The nightstick came down over his back and he hollered and saw spots. Then it pressed into his neck and he was pinned. He was lightheaded, winded. It took him a moment to focus back on the hands hauling his jeans down.

"I was gonna let you off easy this time." The fat one said while the other one's hand pressed down on his lower back, stopping him from moving his hips. "But now I'm pissed."

Grimmjow jerked forward when fat fingers wedged inside of him.

His jaw clenched. He refused to make a sound as this disgusting man finger fucked him.

"Damn, you're tight. How has Aizen not stretched you out yet?" He gripped Grimmjow's hip now as he applied more pressure, jamming another thick digit in and trying to get them deeper. It hurt, bad. It was supposed to and the man was unrelenting, stuffing them in, drawing them out and back. He began to pant from the effort. Grimmjow was finding it hard to breathe.

"I just want you to cry, then I'll stop. I want to get rid that pride of you yours, it's fuckin' pissing me off."

Then suddenly his hands stopped. He withdrew and looked at the baton restraining Grimmjow.

Grimmjow fought. He struggled with everything he had left in sudden panic. A hand clamped over his mouth just as the fat man pushed the cold, hard length against him.

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