Author's Notes: Um… I've yet to write something angsty, so here it is! I've been planning this since right after Exposed! was done, but ended up writing Neglect first. I've recently had a friend who was raped, and so this is kind of me letting out my feelings on the matter. Hope you enjoy it! It's a two-shot, by the way, so after the next chapter I will not be updating, so there's no use asking :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach… If I did, I'd make Grimmjow's and Ichigo's fight last longer than three episodes! Lol. I also didn't come up with some of the ideas in this fic. One idea belongs to someone else, can't remember who, sorry…
Warnings: Story is GrimmIchi with noncom UlquiIchi. Story contains rape and mentions of torture and sex, so don't read if you're under 17 please!
'God damnit!' Ichigo's mind screamed as he ran through the white sand of Hueco Mundo with Nel tucked under his arm and Inoue's hand firm in his other. He had just managed to find and free Inoue and get away from the subsequent fight with the Arrancars who were supposed to be protecting her in the absence of Ulquiorra when he felt their reiatsus spike; it was obvious his friends were engaged in a battle and he was missing it. So he had grabbed the two females and ran as fast as he could, using Nel and his own memory to guide him back outside the maze of a fortress.
Ichigo grit his teeth and, ignoring Inoue's cries for him to slow down, kept up his pace. It was damn hard to run in sand, he had discovered, and he wanted to be part of that battle. He had the feeling that something was going to go wrong. Using Inoue as a guide since he still sucked at sensing reiatsu unless it was in front of him, smacking him on the face, he maneuvered their way through the dunes. He could hear the battle before they ever saw it.
Sounds of clashing and yelling and cursing reached their ears and Ichigo sped up, much to Inoue's annoyance. He climbed his way over another dune and as they cleared the top Ichigo froze. Looking down, he could see his comrades, all engaged in a ferocious battle with the Espada.
"Kurosaki-kun!" Inoue cried.
A movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention and he turned his head, only to catch a face-full of someone's fist. He cried out as he fell to the ground, automatically letting go of Nel and Inoue so he didn't drag them down as well. A large, warm body fell on top of him and he recognized by the contour and shape of the flexing muscles that it was Grimmjow Jeagerjacques, Sexta Espada and personal sex god. Ichigo resisted the urge to smile (partially because it hurt to do so, damn his lover's punches!) and shoved Grimmjow off of him, rolling with the Espada as they tumbled down the sand dune toward the other Shinigami.
Ichigo ended up on top, sitting on Grimmjow's hips and smirking down at his blue-haired lover. Their eyes met for a split second and Grimmjow smirked back at him and, maintaining eye contact, ground his hips slowly into Ichigo's, enjoying the slight flutter of the boy's eyelashes before he bucked his hips to get the Shinigami off him. Ichigo grunted as he rolled off, landing on his aching and bloody shoulder that had been torn up while he was trying to save Inoue. Grimmjow frowned as he watched Ichigo struggle to stand, taking a moment to observe his lover's injuries. It would be difficult to hurt Ichigo any more without causing him to pass out from blood loss, but they had agreed that if it ever came to this, they had to hurt each other and pretend like nothing was happening between them.
Ichigo stood, firmly holding Zangetsu in his hands as he watched Grimmjow wearily. Grimmjow just grinned at him and slowly pulled out Pantera. Instantly, Ichigo's eyes lit on fire, something Grimmjow secretly enjoyed seeing, especially in bed and battle, and the carrot-top attacked. Grimmjow lazily brought Pantera up to block and they jumped apart. The Espada was about to comment on Ichigo's slowness just to get the kid riled up when suddenly the kid moved, swinging his ridiculously huge zanpakuto in a wide arch. Grimmjow jumped back to avoid it, but the sword sliced a shallow cut in his cheek. He brought his long, bony fingers up to gather some blood onto the pads and licked them, savoring the metallic taste.
Ichigo flinched and said, "Grimm, that's gross!" Grimmjow just laughed at him.
"I told you before, Ichi, I have a fetish for blood. Why do you think I always get so horny after we fight?"
The Shinigami across from him flushed and Grimmjow took this moment of distraction to attack. He lunged at Ichigo and watched as the kid brought up Zangetsu to block. Grimmjow grinned and licked Ichigo's cheek before dancing gracefully away. His orange-haired lover growled, though playfully, and lifted his sword high above his head-
How the skinny little shit could heft such a huge-ass sword so gracefully, Grimmjow had yet to discover.
-and just as Ichigo was about to bring down, a white blur grabbed his Shinigami lover around his waist and tackled him to the ground, Zangetsu clattering away to rest a few feet from Ichigo's outstretched arm. Grimmjow watched Ichigo struggle under the weight of his fellow Espada, realizing it was Ulquiorra and that the Cuarto Espada's sword was up against his lover's throat. Grimmjow managed to resist the urge to tear the emo fucktard off of his boyfriend, but only just.
Instead, he drawled, "What the fuck do you think you're doin', Ulquiorra? The brat is mine to kill."
Ulquiorra stood up smoothly, Ichigo pressed to his chest with the sword to his throat, both facing the Sexta Espada. Grimmjow fought to keep his facial expression from slipping as the sword against Ichigo nicked his throat, drawing blood. Ichigo stopped struggling immediately and sucked in a breath, as if he had just realized his position. The Espada's eyes followed the droplet of blood as it trailed down his lover's neck and into his haori before Ulquiorra's voice caught his attention.
"Grimmjow. You are not fighting to your full potential. Aizen-sama has ordered me to capture the brat and you are to come with me to see Aizen-sama as well," the emotionless Espada mumbled in monotone, looking over his shoulder at something. Grimmjow followed the green-eyed Espada's gaze and saw the woman standing with the red-haired Shinigami, looking horrified. Now that he stopped to look, he realized all the other Espada and Shinigami had stopped their fights to watch the event taking place.
Grimmjow snorted, disgusted with their reactions. He knew that if he was ever in the same kind of trouble, the Espada would just let him die. But the Shinigami were supposed to be different; they cared about their comrades. So why were they just standing there, gaping while Ulquiorra had a sword at their trump card's throat?
A cry tore Grimmjow's eyes back to Ulquiorra and the blue-haired man barely resisted the urge to snarl as Ulquiorra's hand dipped to Ichigo's hip in a bruising grip (I couldn't resist the rhyme here lol). He watched as Ichigo tried to squirm away from the intimate touch but the sword at his throat prevented much movement. The fingers tightened around his slim waist and Ichigo let out an uncharacteristic whimper.
More pressure was put on Ichigo's neck as Ulquiorra drew a long red line across the kid's throat. It must've been for real because Grimmjow could see the panic in his lover's eyes as the sword drew across the pale flesh. Ichigo squeezed his eyes shut and his hands, now in fists, twitched, as though they wanted to reach up and stop the Espada but were too afraid those actions would result in his death.
"That's enough, Ulquiorra!" Grimmjow shouted. He felt everyone's eyes on him, especially a pair of worried, warm brown eyes, but he managed to keep his eyes trained on the other Espada's while he talked. "I'm sure Aizen-sama wouldn't want you to hurt his prey."
Ulquiorra's green eyes narrowed slightly at the Sexta Espada's slip up but nodded anyway. A sound from behind Grimmjow told him that the Shinigami had managed to unfreeze themselves and had tried to attack them, only to be stopped by the other Espada they had previously been fighting with. Grimmjow absentmindedly hoped that at least the woman would be able to escape. She was, after all, Ichigo's reason for being here and Grimmjow didn't want his lover's capture to be in vain.
The Cuarto Espada fake turned as if he were going to walk back to Las Noches but whipped back around at the last moment, the sound of a sword slicing through flesh reverberating in Grimmjow's ears. The latter stared, wide-eyed, as he watched the other slit his lover's throat. Ichigo cried out, his hands immediately flying up to the wound in order to staunch the flow, even though he knew it was impossible to stop. Grimmjow watched as Ichigo began to choke on his own blood, drowning in it. He had to do something.
"Woman!" Grimmjow bellowed. The girl that Ichigo called Inoue whipped around at his voice and screamed when she saw Ichigo. "Get your ass over here, bitch!"
"K-Kurosaki-kun!" Inoue rushed over to help her love, knowing that she would probably be re-captured if she did so but not really caring. She dropped to her knees next to the carrot-top and immediately called out her fairies and a yellow shield formed over Ichigo's body. His brown eyes, half-dead, looked over her shoulder at Grimmjow as the cut in his throat began to close. Ichigo coughed as the blood that had settled in his lungs was drawn out by Inoue's powers and suddenly her shield was gone as Ulquiorra grabbed her to prevent her escape as the mostly-healed Ichigo continued to cough up blood.
"If you try to escape, I will kill him," Ulquiorra said in his monotone voice as he held tightly onto Inoue's wrists. The girl just whimpered as she watched Ichigo struggle onto all-fours. "As for you, Grimmjow. You've done most of my job for me by revealing yourself. Aizen-sama will be most pleased."
Grimmjow nearly gaped at his fellow Espada. So this was all a ploy to make him admit his treasonous relationship? No, there had to be other motives for this. He ignored the questioning eyes on his back and mulled over his options in his head. Should he run? No, he couldn't get himself and Ichigo out, and Ichigo would kill him if his Shinigami friends were left. He could fight back, but there was no way he could expect any help from the Shinigami and there was no way in Hell that he would ever ask for it. So his only option open to him was going along with what Ulquiorra said. For now, anyway. So he nodded.
"Understood," was all he said. He knew that if he tried to run, Ulquiorra would be on Ichigo in a heartbeat. So instead he just half carried, half dragged his lover, deeming him unfit to walk since he was still bleeding from various previous wounds and rasping for breath, and followed Ulquiorra and the woman back to Las Noches.
The walk –and it really was a walk, Ulquiorra seemed to think that walking rather than sonido-ing would be more torturous on the humans- was long and silent before the woman interrupted with a worried look toward the carrot-top.
"Um… Ulquiorra-san… Kurosaki-kun isn't fully healed. Maybe I should…?"
Ulquiorra looked back at Ichigo, who was now walking (he did not want to be carried, damnit!) and using Grimmjow as a crutch as he limped along. The Cuarto Espada turned back around and kept on walking, lightly pushing Inoue in front of him.
"No, woman. Kurosaki's physical health doesn't matter as long as he's not dead," Ulquiorra monotoned. Inoue was about to respond to him but Ichigo's groan stopped her. Ulquiorra turned around again with Inoue in time to watch the carrot-top, shaking and groaning, collapse onto the sand. Grimmjow sank with him, putting Ichigo's head in his lap as he checked the kid's vitals.
"Still conscious," the Sexta Espada said. He heard the woman exhale in relief, but ignored her in favor of laying a hand on his lover's cheek. Ichigo's eyes opened and he leaned into the touch.
"Grimm," he groaned in slight confusion, his breathing becoming more labored. Grimmjow looked up at Ulquiorra.
"He's losing too much blood, I think. He won't make it much longer."
Ulquiorra simply stared down at Ichigo for a while before turning around and continuing their walk toward Las Noches. "Then you will carry him and we'll sonido to Las Noches. We'll wait for Aizen-sama's go-ahead before we heal Kurosaki."
Grimmjow growled but picked up his lover anyway and took off after Ulquiorra and the woman. Ichigo groaned in his arms and the Espada wasn't even sure if the kid even knew where he was anymore. He was thankful when they finally reached Las Noches and followed Ulquiorra almost desperately into Aizen's chamber, where the man was already waiting for them.
"Orihime. Please heal Ichigo," Aizen said, smiling. Grimmjow had to fight the urge to wipe that smile off his face. Instead, the Sexta Espada slowly lowered his lover down to the marble floor and watched as the familiar yellow shield encased the kid and worked slowly on reversing his wounds. Grimmjow was too busy watching Ichigo's wounds knit back together to see the Exequias until two of them grabbed his hands and yanked them roughly behind his back.
"Grimmjow. You've become too relaxed," Aizen said with that damned smile on his face. Grimmjow cursed softly, knowing he should have heard them coming. "You were so promising, too. Such a shame you had to prove me right."
"What are you talking about," Grimmjow hissed, tearing his gaze from the now healed Ichigo to Aizen, who was walking toward him.
Aizen grabbed Grimmjow's chin and Grimmjow immediately tried to turn his head away, but the grip on his chin suddenly became crushing and Aizen's reiatsu poured down on top of him, instantly paralyzing him. He could hear Inoue cry out as she crumpled to the ground. Aizen laughed.
"I know where you've been going when you leave Hueco Mundo," Aizen said, enjoying the way Grimmjow's eyes widened as he struggled under the immense pressure. "You're going to accompany Ichigo to the dungeons for treason." Aizen just smiled wider and walked out of the chamber doors.
"Give them a few moments, then take them away."
Grimmjow grunted as the ex-Shinigami's spiritual pressure was lifted. He met Ichigo's chocolate eyes as the carrot-top helped the woman up. Grimmjow tried not to get jealous as the woman fretted over his lover. They stared at each other for a moment before Ichigo practically shunpo-ed to him, crushing him in a hug, his arms wrapping around Grimmjow's waist, hands fisting in his jacket.
Grimmjow felt Ichigo sigh against his bare chest and he draped his arms around the younger man's hips, burying his face in the orange hair. He loved the feeling of Ichigo's even breathing on his collarbone; it signified that his lover was alive and well, and he knew he didn't want to go through thinking he was dead again. After all, if he was dead, they couldn't fuck.
"Ichi," Grimmjow breathed, using his index finger to tip the kid's face up, meeting his lips with his own. The two lovers ignored Inoue's gasps and deepened the kiss, tongues sliding sinfully over each other as one of Ichigo's hands slid up into the Espada's blue hair. Ichigo moaned quietly into Grimmjow's mouth and then suddenly they were ripped apart by Stark and Ulquiorra.
"That's enough, you two," Stark said with a yawn, holding Grimmjow by the back of his jacket. Ichigo cried out as Ulquiorra yanked him up in the air, a hand curled around his throat. His hands flew up to his neck, trying to free himself from the choking hold. Grimmjow snarled, but Stark held him back.
"You will do what I tell you, Kurosaki, from now on. Understood?"
"U-Unders-stood," Ichigo gasped. Ulquiorra dropped him hard on the marble floor and he winced, rubbing his abused throat. The Cuarto Espada picked the kid back up and dragged him down to the dungeons roughly, ignoring his cries of pain while Stark followed behind with Grimmjow and Inoue.
After a few minutes of walking, they reached the end of their journey. They shoved Grimmjow and Inoue into one cell and Ichigo into another, locking the doors. Ulquiorra stood in front of Inoue and explained to her that if she so much as healed anything without his permission first, they were going to hurt Ichigo. Inoue could only nod; her nature wouldn't allow her to hurt anyone, especially the man she loved.
As soon as Stark and Ulquiorra left, she crawled over and looked out of the bars at Ichigo.
"Kurosaki-kun, are you okay?" She asked softly.
"I'm fine, Inoue. You? Grimmjow?"
"We're fine," Grimmjow answered before Inoue could open her mouth. Which reminded her…
"Kurosaki-kun, you and Grimmjow-san… You were kissing in the chamber earlier." There was some silence, and she could practically feel the heat coming off of Ichigo's face, even though they weren't anywhere near each other.
"Um… Yeah. We've been together for a while now," Ichigo replied softly, not looking at her.
"Well… I'm happy for Kurosaki-kun. Grimmjow-san makes Kurosaki-kun happy, so that makes me happy too."
Grimmjow snorted. "God, you guys are too fucking cute."
"S-Shut the hell up, asshole!" Ichigo screeched, pointing a finger at his lover through the bars.
Inoue just shook her head as an argument flared up.
Inoue had no idea what time it was when she woke up the next day. She looked around; it took her a second to realize that it was Ichigo's screaming that woke her up.
Wait a minute, Ichigo's screaming?
She bolted up against the bars and screamed herself, shocking her cellmate awake. In seconds he had joined her, and they watched (because it was all they could do) as a knife was pulled out from between their friend's ribs. Ichimaru grinned, holding the bloody knife as if he were trying to decide where to stab Ichigo next.
Author's Note: So I'm eye socket deep in finals papers… My current project is a 10 page paper for Modern East Asian Civ class, but since I'm already on page 6, I decided to take a break and upload this! I don't know when I will be able to update next, but when I do update it will probably be Exposed!, so sorry. There is only one more chapter for this story though.
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