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Ransom	By : Raicheru Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 4818 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of the characters in the Bleach universe. I am not making any money from this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Part 1
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
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A/N: There’s a bunch of plot points in here that I didn’t explore and a few holes I didn’t fix because I didn’t want to. It’s just quick read and hopefully a fun little ride.
Part 1
Ichigo sighed as he put the last of his groceries away in the fridge of his small apartment. Today had been just another day, the same routine. He tried not to think about how he’d be doing the same thing tomorrow too. Not that he wanted doom and destruction to plague him every waking moment. He just wanted something more, something a little different. Of course, he wasn’t sure exactly what that might be. He went to school, spent time with his family and friends and then went home so he could do it all again the next day.
Sighing, he rested his forehead on the cold surface of the fridge door. He needed to go see his dad later tonight before the police benefit gala. It was a yearly police fundraiser and as one of the city’s top inspectors, Isshin Kurosaki and his family had to make an appearance. But if he tried to hook him up with a girl one more time, Ichigo was going to flip out. Every time he turned around, his dad was trying to introduce him to someone so he could ‘start working on the grandchildren.’ He loved his dad but he had his limits. He’d do his duty and go to the gala. And then he’d wish his dad a safe trip when he flew out of town that night for an important court date. That was it.
Everyone expected Ichigo to follow in his father’s footsteps or maybe even surpass him. But not before he’d gone to college. His dad had been very firm on that since he hadn’t had the chance to go himself. Isshin had gone into the academy right out of high school and started his career. Ichigo was studying literature at the university right now and while he enjoyed it, he wasn‘t sure what he‘d do with his degree. He knew he didn’t want to be a cop but he wasn’t sure how he’d tell his dad that. And even though Isshin had never said so, the expectations were there right around the corner waiting to pounce on him. Along with all those unspoken rules about all the things he should or shouldn’t be doing. Ichigo shook his head and sighed again.
He supposed that’s why he did what he did in his personal time. There was no expectation from himself other than enjoyment. His lips twitched a little as he thought about his extracurricular activities and things started tingling down below. Wouldn’t it be a scandal if anyone found out about his personal exploration in the bedroom. Ichigo sobered a little at that last thought. As much as his dad irritated him, he’d never do anything to endanger his career or make him look bad in the public eye. He respected him too much to do that. Ichigo would live the rest of his life in boring obscurity doing what he was told if it meant keeping that from happening.
But that wouldn’t stop him from indulging himself in his own home. Ichigo headed to the bedroom as he started unbuttoning his over shirt. He toed off his shoes next and stumbled out of his socks along the way. He had a driving need to be naked right now, to be touching himself in a way nobody else would because he was afraid to tell anyone how he liked it. It would be rough and hard, his touches firm and grasping as he pushed himself over the edge. Sometimes he tied himself up first. Not enough that he couldn‘t get loose on his own, just enough for that feeling of being restrained. Actually, he’d been doing the bondage thing a lot more often lately. It wasn’t quite as satisfying without that extra spice.
He wasn’t sure why he liked it but it was an incredible turn on that just did it for him. At first, he‘d felt so much shame. Like he shouldn’t enjoy things like that. He’d been raised to be a good boy and he was afraid of tarnishing that image and ruining all the work his parents had done. It had taken quite a while to get over that but it wasn’t hurting anyone. And it wasn’t like he had an illegal addiction like drugs or alcohol. It was just a slightly immoral pastime that was nobody‘s business but his own.
Ichigo paused in the doorway of his room when he saw the window that looked out on the alley behind his building. It was open and let in the sounds from outside. He didn’t live in a bad neighborhood necessarily but he didn’t remember leaving the it open. It usually remained closed and locked since it opened up onto the fire escape. After all, there was no reason to be stupid. He went over and shut it before pulling the shade and throwing the room into shadow. In the dimness of his darkened bedroom, he slid his hand up under the t-shirt he wore.
It was just a brief skim of fingers over his abdomen but it made his muscles quiver. Things tightened down below and he let out a shuddering breath as he imagined what he might do to himself. There was plenty of time before he had to be anywhere so he could get out his toy box and play a little. His collection wasn’t huge or anything but it was enough for him. Ichigo enjoyed penetration and he had a dildo and a couple of plugs. He hadn’t quite gotten up the nerve to use the inflatable one that vibrated. He’d bought it on a whim but was a little intimidated when he pulled it out of the box. But he’d get to it eventually. There was just something about the idea of something being pushed inside him that made his breath quicken. And that tight fullness made him hot and achy in all the right ways.
He had a couple of gags too. He wasn’t sure why, but he loved the sensation of something in his mouth while he jacked off. He blushed a little at how that could be taken out of context. It had started out as a practical choice because he was mildly embarrassed by the sounds he made and muffling them made it easier on his conscience. But then he found he just liked it and started using them all the time. It was erotic somehow, stifling his own speech. Sometimes, he imagined that it was someone else doing those things to him. Tying him up, touching him, forcing pleasure on him while he writhed helpless on the bed, his cries muted and sexy sounding. Ichigo’s body shuddered as some choice images came to mind.
He’d always been a little worried about some of his preferences. Aside from the fact that he masturbated on a regular basis, he had all those dark fantasies and part of him wished they would really happen. Wasn’t that wrong? Or sick? That he enjoyed the thought of being bound and forced to orgasm again and again?
Before he could get into that bag of emotional issues, he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. Then he was suddenly caught up in a grip of steel as an arm wrapped around his waist and another across his throat. He kicked instinctively and bucked in his attacker’s grip. There was a flood of embarrassment as he felt his half hard member grow more rigid at the rough handling. Some small part of his brain was getting right into all those dark fantasies that he was just obsessing about. But this was not the time to be aroused no matter what he‘d be thinking about before now. This was real and this was serious and he should be kicking this guy‘s ass.
Turning his head a little, he could see a hooded mask and shades obscuring the intruder’s features. Ichigo twisted and drove his elbow into his side, smirking as he heard a pained grunt from behind him. The man’s rough chuckle sent shivers up his spine. Ichigo ignored it and managed to twist again and throw him off. There was a huff of surprise before the other man rolled to his feet and came at him again. Ichigo backpedaled and went for the door but he tripped over his shoes in the hallway and ended up stumbling.
The other guy was instantly on him and he scrambled to keep out of his reach. But he still ended up pinned to the floor on his back with his attacker’s weight on top of him. The shades had been knocked off and Ichigo was suddenly lost in the most intense blue eyes he’d ever seen. Even in the low light, they were amazing. He had a second to register how stupid it was to let himself get distracted before he shifted and tried to knee him. Ichigo managed to twist himself onto his stomach and tried to crawl away as he kicked back. His attacker grabbed onto him and they rolled and grappled on the floor. The guy ended up pressed up against his back with his legs wrapped around Ichigo’s knees. No amount of bucking loosened the hold and he continued struggling even as one of his arms ended up trapped beneath him. Ichigo took in a breath to yell just before a hand clamped over his mouth.
“Uh, uh. Quiet, Sweetie.”
Ichigo let out a muffled groan but cut it off abruptly as he felt something hard pressing into his hip from behind. Did he have a gun? Heat flooded his face as he realized he wasn’t the only one aroused at the moment. A heated kind of panic set in and he was distracted enough that he made no move to block the man’s other hand when it came up holding a soaked cloth. It was pressed firmly over his nose and mouth and he belatedly tried to turn his face away.
“I know you like it a little rough and I’ve love to play some more, but I‘m on the clock here,” the stranger murmured, his voice low and almost unnervingly seductive. “Nighty-night.”
The cloth had been soaked in something acrid smelling and Ichigo tried not to breathe it in. But his attacker’s free hand slid down his body and cupped him through his pants. He gasped in surprise and sucked in a breath full of chemicals that made his head swim. A pathetic whine escaped him as he clutched weakly at the other man’s hand and tried to pull it away. The grip on his groin kneaded playfully, making him buck and squirm on the floor. His vision faded as he heard his captor chuckling again and the last thing he remembered was feeling his whole body go loose. And those eyes. They followed him down into unconsciousness and drowned him in blue.

Ichigo’s head was pounding and he groaned quietly as he rolled onto his side. What had he been doing? He had a throbbing headache and it was dark. Had he missed the benefit dinner? His dad would be pissed. But when he tried to open his eyes, he found something obstructing his vision. Consciousness returned in a slow drunken roll as he started to remember what had happened. His frustrated exclamation came out in a garbled huff from under the fabric of the gag that was pulled tight between his teeth. A blindfold cut off his sight and his hands were tied tightly behind his back. Ichigo rolled as he tried to free himself and found that his ankles were bound as well.
His feet were still bare from when he’d kicked off his shoes and his shirt was still unbuttoned. He was feeling extremely vulnerable right now and he had no idea where he was. That guy, the one that had caught him off guard and stared at him with those amazing eyes. He’d kidnapped him, taken him out of his home against his will. As much as Ichigo had been getting bored with his life lately, this was definitely not what he’d had in mind. There was a brief flush of embarrassment that it had been so easy. He’d been taking karate classes since he was four and defending himself on a daily basis until he got out of high school. It was so stupid of him to be caught off guard like that.
Ichigo twisted for a few more frustrating moments before finding that he just couldn’t get himself loose. There was such a difference between this and the light bondage he played with on his own. It was tight and confining and he had no control here. At the moment, there was no sexual thrill that came with the restraint. If he was honest with himself, it was actually pretty scary. He lay back and huffed another breath through his nose as he tried to calm himself. Panicking wouldn’t make it any better. But his whole body tensed as the door opened. He forced himself to relax and pretended to be asleep. Quiet footsteps came closer.
“Excellent. Have you made the video yet?” The voice was smooth and slick but also cold enough to make Ichigo shiver where he lay. But he didn‘t recognize it and had no idea who the man was.
“Wanted to wait until he was awake. Figured it would be better to have him alive and kicking to show he was still breathing.” Now that one he recognized. The second voice belonged to the one who’d grabbed him. The one with the iron grip and the voice that made him shiver for a different reason. It wasn’t enough to overcome his anger and fear but it was a completely different reaction.
“Good thought. Get that taken care of but don‘t send it until midmorning tomorrow. Use his phone and send this message with the video.” There was a crinkle that could have been paper exchanging hands.
“Five million? You really think Kurosaki will shell out that much?”
“He’ll do what I want him to. Turn off his phone and take the battery out until you‘re ready. Keep an eye on him.”
The door closed and there was silence for a few minutes. Ichigo jumped when he heard someone move across the floor to his left. So he wasn’t alone. They were going to use him against his dad and ask for money. And they were going to use his own phone to send the ransom video. The worst thing about it was that his dad would give in. Ichigo knew it. There was nothing Isshin loved in this world more than his children and apparently, the man who was giving the orders knew that. Ichigo hated himself just a little bit. He felt so weak and helpless being used like this. He couldn’t let this happen. Twisting on the bed, he swore at his captor and tried to get free, totally forgetting that he‘d been playing possum. A condescending laugh was his only answer.
The mattress dipped as the other man sat next to him on the bed. And then there was a soft touch against the arch of his foot. Ichigo jerked and whined in surprise as he tried to squirm away from the touch. He was a little ticklish and hated it, huffing irritably when he was finally left alone. But he nearly held his breath when he heard a soft metallic sound that was frighteningly similar to a blade being drawn. The cold edge of what might have been a knife kissed his throat and he froze where he lay. The pressure wasn’t enough to draw blood but he didn‘t want to test the theory. The threat of the image must have been sufficient because the blade retreated and there was a click from one of the buttons on his phone. There was a clicking sound that might have been the case opening before it was set down nearby.
“Relax, kid. I’m not going to hurt you.” There was a touch on his knee and Ichigo tried to scoot away but his captor leaned over and pinned him down. He felt the weight of him pressing down across his waist. “What’s your hurry? You’re not going anywhere,” he purred. Despite the circumstances, Ichigo felt the sound tickle along his skin in a way that was slowly pushing his fear aside. He tried to ignore it.
He swore at him again but his garbled protests just made the other man laugh. His heart was tripping in his chest and it was only made worse by the heat he felt coming off the body that was pressed against his. He felt himself respond and more heat spread up his neck to flush his face with embarrassed warmth. He shouldn’t be getting hard, shouldn’t anticipate, even wish for the man to touch him more. He shouldn’t want some stranger to slide his hand up under the shirt that was riding up on his torso, exposing his abdomen. Ichigo flinched when he felt fingers graze his midriff, the touch just a whisper against his skin not unlike how he’d touched himself before.
He was mortified by the small mewling noise that escaped the gag and wanted nothing more than to sink down into bed and disappear. The man traced idle patterns around his navel, making him squirm and huff on the bed. His pants started to become uncomfortably tight as his hardening flesh pressed against the zipper from the inside. There was a low chuckle as the weight on top of him increased.
“Don’t be coy,” his captor murmured. Warm breath brushed his throat. “I know what you do in the dark when you think no one’s looking.”
What he did in the dark? He couldn’t mean. . . Ichigo’s emotional discomfort soon overcame the physical. He’d been watching him?
“I see you’re a little confused. Let me show you what I‘ve seen you do.” The fingers at Ichigo’s abdomen spread flat over his skin, the palm of the man’s hand pressing firmly against his belly. When the tips dipped just below the waistband of his jeans, Ichigo jerked on the bed and arched his back a little but he wasn’t sure if he was trying to get away or move into the touch. His captor continued. “Yeah, like that. You tie yourself up and go to town. But always alone. What’s the matter?” He continued his gentle explorations as he spoke. “I doubt you’d have trouble finding a partner.” A warm tongue lapped at the skin just below the hem of his shirt and Ichigo groaned. The man blew gently across the wetness, making it chill instantly in direct contrast to the heat his hand was creating below. “No, you’re just shy aren’t you. A little ashamed maybe? But you want it. Don‘t lie to me.”
Ichigo’s pulse was still on overdrive, his heart fluttering. He tossed his head as the man continued to lick and nibble at his abdomen. Heat coiled in his belly and flooded his groin making everything tight. He shouldn’t want this. A stranger was working his way toward raping him and he wasn’t even putting up much of a fight. What the hell had happened? A few minutes ago, he’d been afraid but now all he wanted was to for this to continue. The fear was still there but it was just adding a little zing to his already tingling senses.
“Hrnph. . .” Ichigo bucked his hips into the other man’s hand as he slipped it lower and curled his fingers around his trapped erection. A few quick jerks and he was staining the inside of his jeans. The quick flush of orgasm made his whole body tense almost painfully but it faded again almost instantly. And then he was laying on the bed panting and feeling so low and dirty. He couldn’t believe he just let him do that. A stranger had just jerked him off and he’d spilled himself almost instantly.
“Hn. That was quick. You’re kind of a lightweight, aren‘t you.” The weight on Ichigo increased as the other man leaned further over him. “I know you can last longer than that,” he whispered, his breath feathering over Ichigo’s cheek. “We’ll just have to work on it.” There was a quiet beep. “Shit,” the man murmured as the weight disappeared suddenly. “Hold that thought.” And then the bed dipped again and he was gone, leaving Ichigo to wallow in his confusion and mild self loathing.
He lay there quietly for a while as the warmth in his pants faded to a chill dampness. His wrists were sore from where he continued to try and twist his way free. It was a pathetic effort but he needed to be doing something, anything but laying here feeling oddly guilty. Gritting his teeth and biting at the gag, he shook it off. He wasn’t getting anywhere like this so he needed to try something different. Inching his way across the bed, he felt the edge with his knee and managed to slither down to the floor. He grunted quietly when his forehead grazed something hard, probably a bedside table. Not enough to daze him but just enough to hurt a little.
He squirmed around looking for anything that might be sharp enough to cut the ties at his wrists. But his grasping fingers didn’t find anything no matter how he struggled. Huffing irritably, he bent his knees and arched his back trying to reach his ankles. Maybe he could work his hands around to the front so he could untie the gag and maybe chew his way free. But the door opened, making him freeze.
“Che. Somebody’s been busy.” His captor chuckled like it didn’t matter. He didn’t sound angry at all, just amused. His footsteps got closer and Ichigo instinctively tried to wiggle away from him. But he didn’t touch him immediately. He was doing something by the bed, making the springs creak as he moved. Ichigo continued to move across the floor but didn’t get far before he was retrieved like a package. A hand hooked under one of his elbows and another under one of his knees. He let out a muffled howl as he was lifted bodily up off the floor and dropped back onto the bed hard enough to bounce. Before he could roll off the other side, he was pinned down again. “Not so fast. We haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.”
Ichigo made a helpless sound in his throat and twisted where he lay. He couldn’t even see and it was frustrating him really badly on top of everything else.
“Now,” the other man said as he leaned up and licked the shell of Ichigo’s ear. “Where were we?”
Not again. He wanted it and he didn’t. Ichigo was so mixed up inside and he wasn’t sure what he was going to do. This guy was just supposed to watch him and here we was taking advantage of his helplessness. He rolled Ichigo onto his stomach and sat on the curve of his butt, making him shiver again. But to Ichigo’s surprise, he cut the bindings on his wrists. Ichigo immediately pulled his hands up and ripped the blindfold off before twisting his head around to look at his captor.
He saw the eyes first. That piercing blue that pinned him as much as the weight that held him down. Than man’s hair was the same color but a few shades lighter. A few careless strands fell over his forehead. Under different circumstances, he might have been attractive. There was surprise in the man’s gaze that sharpened into annoyance and Ichigo found his face turned away and pressed hard down into the pillow.
“No peeking.” There was a huff of irritation before the other man’s breaths slowed and became more relaxed. “Hn. I suppose it doesn’t matter.” He leaned down and pressed Ichigo down further into the mattress. “If you try to testify against me, I’ll tell them exactly where all the bite marks are.”
Bite marks? Ichigo sucked in a breath when his captor gripped the hem of his shirt and yanked it up with enough force for the fabric to burn against his skin. The motion pulled Ichigo’s arms up and he was quickly rolled over onto his back again. The dizziness caused by the motion left him dazed enough to allow the other man to slip something over his each of his wrists. His hands were then pulled away from him toward the corners of the bed. Ichigo looked up to see that he’d been effectively tied to the bedposts while his legs were still tied together at the ankle.
He jerked against the new restraints and huffed in frustration. The ties were thick and soft so they weren’t cutting into his skin, but they were strong enough that he knew he wasn’t going anywhere. After giving up there, it took him a moment to realize that he was also naked from the waist up. Thumbs smoothed over his nipples and he felt that terrible, wonderful heat begin to grow again.
“Complain all you want, you know you love it.” His captor was straddling his legs, kneeling on the bed above him. He leaned down and bit Ichigo’s chest, his teeth indenting the flesh around his left nipple. That would certainly leave a mark. How would he possibly be able to explain that and keep his dignity? He flushed in anger and embarrassment as the man above him chuckled. “See, now you’re getting it. If you tell, I’ll tell. And what would people think if they knew that you enjoyed every minute?”
Ichigo groaned in his throat and hated that he agreed with him. At least a little bit. There was no way he was going to tell anyone about any of this without hating himself. He let out a little whine as his jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped. The other man slowly worked the denim down over his hips, pulling them down to the middle of his thighs. Heat flooded Ichigo’s face again. He’d never been naked in front of another person before, at least not like this. But the blue haired man made no move to touch him there yet. He just gazed down appreciatively for a moment before getting up and going into the bathroom.
Now was his chance to escape but the bindings were too tight. What the hell was he going to do now?
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