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I Am The King	By : HollowedRose Category: Bleach > General Views: 9190 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 11 - Threat
With his reiatsu suppressed and an injured body, Ichigo couldn't fight back even if he wanted. Grimmjow felt every shudder of the body he was pressed against and he relished the other's fear towards him. Even though a really small part of him still remembered he wasn't allowed to do what he wanted to do next he kept ignoring it. One moment he had the Shinigami trapped between his body and a wall, the next he was on top of him on the bed, sinking sharp fangs into his shoulder and at the same time forcing the Shinigami's legs apart with his right knee.
His left hand was busy holding the Shinigami's arms above his head while the other one was free to touch the soft skin of the whimpering form beneath him. After a while he removed his fangs from the delicious flesh and licked his lips, enjoying the taste of the blood against his tongue. It was sweet and tempting, and in truth no matter how much he consumed he knew it would never be enough but his desire to have his cock inside the Shinigami was stronger. He grabbed the hem of Ichigo's hakama and pulled hard and fast, the material ripping with a loud noise under the strain.
Ichigo stopped moving altogether and his beautiful brown eyes suddenly opened. Grimmjow noted they weren't looking at him. It didn't seem like he was looking at anything in particular for that matter. If anything his eyes looked dead. Grimmjow's eyes fell next upon those soft tempting lips and he couldn't help himself from pressing his own against them, at the same time thinking how nice they would feel wrapped around his cock. If it wasn't for that bastard Ulquiorra interrupting him earlier...
"SHIT!" screamed Grimmjow and jumped away from the bed like he'd been burnt.
He had almost lost himself to his desire and was about to do something that would lead to his certain death. Perhaps he had even less control than he imagined when he was around the Shinigami. His eyes darted towards the frozen body on his bed. He wasn't moving, wasn't even shivering anymore, he almost looked dead, the opened, dull eyes still unfocused.
He moved closer to inspect the damage he had done. The bite looked deep but it wasn't anything serious. He'd also have to find new clothes since he destroyed the Shinigami's hakama.
"Fuck!" muttered Grimmjow when he noticed how the ripped hakama revealed the Shinigami's hips better, making him even harder than he already was. He wanted nothing more than to rip off the rest of it and fuck the Shinigami so hard into the mattress that he wouldn't be able to walk for a week.
But he couldn't.
"Get off my bed, NOW!"
Ichigo wasn't reacting at all.
"Fuck!", screamed Grimmjow in frustration, grabbed the Shinigami by the foot and yanked him off the bed.
Ichigo's ass was the first to hit the floor and he screamed. He couldn't remember how he got on the floor since the last thing he remembered was Grimmjow molesting him on the bed. Had he been so frightened earlier that his mind proceeded to shut down in order to protect what was left of his sanity? Although he was confused, he didn't fail to notice Grimmjow's ominous presence looming over him. He was almost too scared to look up. He raised his head slowly and his breath hitched at the view of the Espada's bulge beneath his white hakama, his body suddenly beginning to shiver once more.
The Espada wasn't saying anything, he wasn't even moving. He almost looked like he was made of stone. After swallowing the lump in his throat he continued looking up until he was met with a furious expression on Grimmjow's face.
Ichigo recoiled at the sight, the combined pain of his stinging ass, the throbbing shoulder and the constant feeling of getting stabbed in the chest making it hard for him to supress another pained scream..
And what the hell was Grimmjow doing, wasn't he about to rape him again? But most importantly, why did he stop? A thought suddenly crossed his mind and he got up, pain be damned, his mind set upon putting as much distance as possible between him and the Espada. He noticed the door was opened and slowly and fearfully limped towards it. He knew there was no way to escape Grimmjow but he couldn't stop himself from trying, especially after his failed suicide attempt. He still wanted to die, but then again, he had hesitated earlier, so he wasn't sure what he wanted anymore. At that moment though he didn't want to end up on his knees sucking Grimmjow's disgusting cock. Somehow he was sure that was what the Espada wanted, otherwise he wouldn't have ever stopped.
"What are you doing?" said Grimmjow sounding highly amused.
Ichigo didn't answer, he couldn't. He was too scared to even speak.
"I asked you a fucking question!"
This time he sounded annoyed, but Ichigo still couldn't stop, nor answer.
"If you make another step towards that door I'm gonna rip your freakin' head off!" snapped Grimmjow.
"I wouldn't mind... better than sucking you off," weakly muttered Ichigo and kept going, after finally managing to gather a tiny shred of courage within him to speak.
"Of course you wouldn't, you just tried to kill yourself. Don't assume I didn't realize what you were doing, and don't think you'll ever get a second chance. If you EVER again even attempt suicide I'm gonna kill your entire fucking family. Believe me when I say that it won't be a quick death, I'll make sure they suffer. And don't think I'm gonna stop there, your Quincy friend, the one who comforted you, I'm gonna fuck him so hard he'll end begging me to stop, just like you did. I'll make sure he'll perfectly understand what you went through," said Grimmjow knowing exactly how the Shinigami would never end his own life if it meant others would die or suffer because of him. The idiot was too kind.
Ichigo stopped moving the moment his family was mentioned. The horror of what Grimmjow could do to them making him feel sick. And Ishida... no, he couldn't allow Grimmjow to put Ishida through the same thing.
There it was, death, his last chance of escaping a living hell, being taken away from him.
His feet were already numb from losing too much blood due to the cuts but what was worse was how it felt like they turned to jelly after hearing Grimmjow's threat. He slowly dropped to the floor and buried his head in his hands, not wanting to show Grimmjow his defeated expression.
"Get up and let's go," said Grimmjow and Ichigo flinched at the annoyed tone.
He didn't need to leave to room to rape him so Ichigo couldn't stop but wonder why he wanted to go somewhere else.
"Either you get up and follow me or you end up with my cock down your throat, your choice," continued Grimmjow knowing he couldn't let the Shinigami bleed to death since that would mean he'd get killed afterwards.
Ichigo didn't need to be told twice. He got up with some effort and stayed like that. Once Grimmjow was in front of him he stopped, suddenly grabbing Ichigo's hakama, who was too shocked to even move, and tied it clumsily so as to not fall down. Then he motioned him to follow. Ichigo couldn't believe he was leaving the room, just as he had desperately wanted before, but even though he'd be out he couldn't do a thing to escape. His feet stung each time he took a step, and by the noticeable bloody footprints he was leaving behind he knew he was badly cut. With such injuries he couldn't walk very fast and he knew Grimmjow was barely restraining his anger at having to slow down because of him. He was wondering why he even bothered, since nothing could stop him from turning around and backhand him across the face like he had done before.
He flinched and closed his eyes when Grimmjow suddenly stopped though, almost as if expecting to get hit but nothing happened. He opened his eyes and looked at Grimmjow, noticing how tense he seemed.
"If you parade your meal like this all over the place then someone is gonna end up stealing it from under your nose," said a voice that Ichigo did not recognize.
"What do you want Nnoitra? I'm not in the mood for your games," snarled Grimmjow.
It was then when Ichigo noticed the tall and extremely skinny Arrancar approaching Grimmjow and stopping right in front of him.
"Games? What games? I'm just sayin'," spoke Nnoitra and walked around Grimmjow then stopped in front of Ichigo.
Before Ichigo even had a chance to move an inch Nnoitra grabbed him by the throat and lifted him in the air.
"Leave him the fuck alone Nnoitra," said the 6th but made no move to stop him.
"Maybe I'm curious to find out how he tastes like. I can see you have already indulged yourself," said Nnoitra and licked his lips.
Ichigo looked at him in horror, realizing the implications of what Nnoitra was saying. He was going to get eaten, which was disgusting, but then again he'd escape Grimmjow... but still... eaten?! His instinct kicked in and he started struggling weakly.
"Go right ahead... if you want Aizen to kill ya."
Both Nnoitra and Ichigo stopped moving, equally surprised.
"Oh, I see," said Nnoitra and released the iron grip he had on his throat, Ichigo dropping to the floor with a loud thud, successfully managing to muffle the cry that was about to escape his lips when his ass hit the ground.
It was bad enough that Grimmjow saw how pathetic he could be, so he definitely did not want others to see that side of him. Perhaps he still had a bit of dignity left, hidden deep down inside his soul. Getting back up on his feet took longer than he wanted to but he couldn't help it, he was in too much pain. Nnoitra was still looking at him, amusement showing in his uncovered eye.
"So where are you taking him?" asked Nnoitra.
"To get his cuts treated. He broke the mirror in my room and tried to kill himself," answered Grimmjow since he saw no reason in hiding it.
Ichigo's breath hitched at what the 6th Espada had said. He figured it was the bastard's room but he didn't know for sure until he heard it from Grimmjow himself. At least Nnoitra had passed him by and was walking away. The guy was a creep, and Ichigo hoped to never see him again.
"Oh!" exclaimed Nnoitra and turned around just as Grimmjow was about to move. "I don't know if you've noticed or not, but your pet is bleeding like a bitch," said Nnoitra and started laughing. "Perhaps you should do something about that too."
And with that Nnoitra left.
Ichigo was too embarrassed to even say a word. His face was red with shame and anger. He turned his head and strained to look at his ass, noticing for the first time he was bleeding pretty badly. Because of all the cuts he had on his feet his body felt cold and mostly numb so he didn't really feel when his ass started bleeding so freakin' much! He was bleeding before but not enough to stain his hakama too much. As much as he hated being in Grimmjow's room there was nothing he wanted more at that moment than to run back in there and hide so that no one else could see him.
He looked at Grimmjow, expecting him to laugh, but he didn't. Instead he turned around and continued walking.
Ichigo was torn between following him and risking meeting other Arrancars who'd make fun of him, or going back to Grimmjow's room, but if he went back to the room then he'd most surely end up with Grimmjow's cock down his throat, and even though he knew sooner or later that Grimmjow was going to make him suck his dick whether he wanted to or not, he decided it was best if it happened later and not sooner.
By the time Grimmjow finally stopped again, Ichigo was exhausted. Each time they passed another Arrancar they would look at him as if he was nothing more than a piece of fine meat. When they finally stopped he couldn't feel his feet any longer and his white hakama was stained with too much blood. They entered a yet again white room where there was a small female Arrancar sitting on a chair.
She motioned for him to lay on the bed and Ichigo did so, knowing he wasn't going to be able to stand for much longer. Apparently she knew exactly what she was suppose do do because Grimmjow didn't even need to say a word before she started working on removing the shards embedded in his feet. Ichigo thought she was surprisingly gentle, something he hadn't expected at all, since he assumed she was going to purposely cause him as much pain as possible while removing the shards. By the time she was done with his legs and the bite on his shoulder he was one step away from falling asleep.
"Please turn around so I can treat your other injuries," spoke the female Arrancar for the first time that day.
It was then when Ichigo snapped out of his state of sleepiness and backed away on the bed until he couldn't get any further because of the wall. If she was saying what he thought she was saying then he did not want to turn around, definitely not.
"Please turn around," he heard her say again.
"N-NO!", said Ichigo but as soon as he did so he saw Grimmmjow moving fast towards him. He was able to see him but he didn't stand a chance of running away fast enough to avoid getting caught by Grimmjow and to be forced to lie down on his stomach. It was so frustrating having his reiatsu sealed, seeing the other attack but not being able to react fast enough. And now Grimmjow was touching him again, making him feel sick. He was holding his wrists with one hand and pressing on his back with the other. It hurt.
She pulled down his hakama and even though he assumed she wasn't going to do anything else besides checking, it didn't stop him from being terrified. The whole process was horribly long and embarrassing in Ichigo's mind. She cleaned him and probed his anus applying something which appeared to be some sort of ointment with her fingers, making sure she didn't miss an inch of his poor abused canal. The most embarrassing part though was when she pressed something inside of him which made pleasure shoot through his whole body. He barely suppressed the sound of pleasure that nearly escaped his mouth but Grimmjow didn't fail to notice what had happened.
"How about this Shinigami? You do your best at pleasuring me with your mouth and I might just be nice enough to let you feel pleasure next time I fuck you," said Grimmjow, his voice laced with mockery.
"I won't-Ahhh!" started Ichigo but ended up voicing his pleasure when she pressed the same spot as before.
"STOP IT!" screamed a very annoyed Shinigami.
He didn't want to feel pleasure when he was getting finger-fucked by what appeared to be an Arrancar nurse. Luckily for him she was done and soon enough he found himself free from Grimmjow's disgusting clutches. As soon as he was free he grabbed the blanket and covered himself with it, not wanting to be further seen naked by either of the two Arrancars in the room with him. To his surprise, his ass actually hurt a bit less.
"Can I take him now?"
"Yes Grimmjow-sama," said the other Arrancar and bowed, "but if he moves around too much then he'll start bleeding again."
"You're worse than a damn dog, Shinigami. Now let's go," said Grimmjow and grabbed his arm.
"NO! I... clothes... I don't wanna walk around naked... please," pleaded Ichigo.
"You really are worse than a bitch," said Grimmjow and stormed out of the room.
"It's your fucking fault!" yelled Ichigo after Grimmjow closed the door. The bastard had probably heard him but somehow he did not care.
With Grimmjow away he could try to make an escape but what of the Arrancar nurse? She was small and probably much weaker than Grimmjow but she was still much stronger than he could ever be while wearing the reiatsu suppressing collar. As if that wasn't bad enough she guessed his thoughts and spoke before he even decided to either try his luck or give up.
"I wouldn't try escaping if I were you. You don't stand a chance so please don't even attempt to leave, I do not wish to be forced to injure you."
Ichigo had no other choice but to stay there, cursing his own life, Grimmjow, the Arrancar nurse, Aizen, and mopping over his misfortune. He heard the door opening and then someone entering the room.
"Get up and get dressed, here," said Grimmjow and tossed the clothes at Ichigo's head.
He had never before felt so awkward while getting dressed. The nurse wasn't exactly looking at him, as it seemed she was minding her own business, but Grimmjow couldn't tear his eyes away from him. He looked like a hungry beast drooling over its prey. It was scaring the hell out of him so he got dressed as fast as he could, which wasn't easy with both his arms practically useless. The nurse actually had to help him at some point.
"Please do not forget, he mustn't move around too much or he'll start bleeding again. The tears his anal tissue suffered were severe, and even though we have also treated him when Ulquiorra-sama brought him here three days ago it will still take a while for it to heal."
"Yeah, right," scoffed Ichigo and rolled his eyes.
"Excuse me?" asked a very confused Arrancar nurse.
"He's the bastard who brutally raped me. Do you think he gives a fuck about the damage his dick did to my ass? He can't wait to take me away from here so he can do it all over again," answered Ichigo, his bitter voice laced with venom.
"Grimmjow-sama...?" she asked, confused as to why he had brought the Shinigami there if he had no intention of giving him time to heal.
"Mind your own fucking business," said Grimmjow, grabbed Ichigo by the arm and almost had to drag him out of the room since the Shinigami appeared to be reluctant to leave.
And he was, knowing what was going to happen to him once they were back in Grimmjow's room.
TBC
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