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Ransom	By : Raicheru Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 4819 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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- 2-Part 2
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Ransom- Part 4
Three weeks passed. Aizen’s trial was underway but it was progressing well and Ichigo’s dad had come home. Ichigo had gone back to his stay in his apartment. While he loved his family, he was glad to be back in his own space. But it had taken a while to get his stuff sorted out. Everything had been dusted for prints and he’d spent hours cleaning every surface. His place had been searched after the ransom demand was sent and all of his things were out of place. As if it wasn’t invasive enough to have someone break in here in the first place. Ichigo wasn’t really afraid but he’d changed every single lock out of reflex. If he was totally honest with himself, he actually wanted to see Grimmjow again. Shaking his head, he dismissed the thought as stupid. It was over and that was that.
His face twisted in a frown and he kicked the foot of the bed irritably as he headed to the closet to change his shirt. He hadn’t been able to use any of his toys or even touch himself at all since he’d come home. Nothing he did seemed to excite him the same way and it was making him frustrated. It just didn’t feel quite right. A little voice in his head kept yelling that it was wrong which was an incredible turn off. And the rest of the time, he couldn’t help but compare his own experiences to what had happened during his captivity. He doubted he could ever top himself there. He snorted and laughed a little. Top himself. The adolescent humor of the thought made him chuckle despite himself as he pulled a clean t-shirt on.
It turned into a frown again when his phone rang. He just wanted to be alone right now and he didn’t recognize the number on the display. But when he answered, the voice on the other end shot straight to his dick.
“Hey there, Sweetie.”
Ichigo shifted as his pants suddenly became more snug and he cursed himself. Weeks of not being in the mood and all it took were three words from the other man to set him off.
Grimmjow chuckled. “You shouldn’t frown so much, it’ll wrinkle up that gorgeous face.”
Ichigo darted away from the window suddenly and frowned harder when he realized the shade was down. How the hell could he see him? His paranoia shot right through the roof as he thought about hidden cameras. Had he put some in here? There was a deep, throaty laugh over the phone that made him shiver.
“You’re probably freaking out a little at the moment. But no, I can’t see you. I can pretty much guess what you‘re doing. You do frown a lot.”
Ichigo regained what little composure he could. “I didn’t think you were interested in my face, Grimmjow.” There was a moment of silence when the other man heard his name.
“Hmmm. You’re full of surprises.” Hot damn, Ichigo had finally been the one to surprise him for once. “So. Whatcha doin’?” Grimmjow asked conversationally.
“Uh.” Ichigo wasn’t really sure what to say to that as his thoughts went blank. “I don’t know?”
“Really. You don’t sound too sure of yourself there.”
Ichigo took a breath. “Well, you kind of caught me off guard. What do you want?”
“What do you want?” Grimmjow’s tone turned seductive and sly, like he knew how personally frustrated Ichigo had been lately.
“Why?”
There was a small huff on the other end of the line that might have been irritation. “You’re a lot of work, you know that? I’m trying to get you to invite me in, moron. I don’t feel like breaking in this time.”
Ichigo swallowed. “Are you serious? Why the hell would I invite you in?” A little voice in his head told him it was because he wanted those hands on him again but he told it to shut up.
“Because I know you.” The seduction continued as Grimmjow’s voice drawled over the phone. “I know what you like. And I can guess that lately you’ve been a little personally. . .disssssatisssfied.” His hissed the word quietly and Ichigo’s hardened length thrummed in response.
“What do you know?” he asked, his mouth suddenly dry. “Have you been watching me? Again?”
“No. Do you want me to?” It was clear from the playful tone, that Grimmjow was enjoying this and Ichigo found himself frowning again.
“If I invite you in, will you leave me alone?” He knew it was a stupid question as soon as he asked it. And how could he even offer something like that? He was a cop’s son. He knew better.
“Let’s find out.”
Ichigo nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard the knock on the door. Holy shit, he was right outside. Should he answer? Before he was finished asking himself the question, he was already walking toward the door and unlocking it. He knew his eyes were a little wider than he wanted them to be when Grimmjow smirked at him from where he was leaning against the doorjamb in the hall. The other man hung up his phone and put it away as he let his smile widen.
“Miss me?”
Ichigo had to swallow before he could answer and even then, he only managed to nod and step back. He resisted the urge to check the hall to see if anyone had seen him come in. It was nobody’s business but his own. As he closed and locked the door, he felt Grimmjow’s hands slide around his middle as he wrapped his arms around him from behind. The warmth of the body pressing up against his back made him moan quietly and lean back into him. This was what he’d been craving. When Grimmjow suddenly tightened his grip and nearly lifted him off his feet, he gasped and let his head fall back to rest against the other man’s shoulder.
“This is wrong,” Ichigo breathed as seeking fingers slid down towards the waistband of his pants. He said it more because he thought he should than because he believed it.
“Why?” Grimmjow bit the edge of his ear.
“Well. . .” Ichigo squirmed in his grip as he was dragged back further into the room. Good question. But he couldn’t quite think of a good answer. Not when Grimmjow cupped him through his pants. He thrust into the touch and shivered when the other man chuckled into his ear.
“That’s what I thought.” Grimmjow sighed for a moment and sounded almost serious. “I’m not going to hurt you. I meant that when I said it the first time.”
It brought a few questions to the surface and Ichigo couldn’t help but ask. “Why didn’t you kill me?”
“Why didn’t you pick me out of the lineup at the station?” Ichigo didn’t have a comfortable answer for that so he didn’t say anything for a moment. He wasn’t sure how the other man knew he’d been there but he supposed it didn’t matter.
“You said you didn’t want to hurt me but that didn’t stop you from touching without asking the last time.” Ichigo couldn’t quite keep the accusation out of his voice. But he made no move to pull away. Grimmjow nuzzled his neck and continued to explore him with his hands. Well, at least he asked this time. Sort of.
“Couldn’t help it. Too good an opportunity to ignore.” He huffed and Ichigo could almost see him sneer. “But don’t worry, I’m not into any of that seriously messy or sadistic shit.”
“Good thing. I don’t really like pain,” Ichigo murmured as his eyes nearly closed. Well not serious pain anyway. A little discomfort mixed with the pleasure was oddly arousing and he wasn’t sure why.
“But you do like it a little rough.”
“Ung, yeah.” Ichigo tested Grimmjow’s grip and twisted a little only to have the other man hold him that much tighter. He let out a small satisfied sigh.
“You like that, don’t you?”
“Uh-huh.” Ichigo reached up and gripped Grimmjow’s hair in his fingers which earned him another spine quivering chuckle.
“C’mon.” Grimmjow licked a long line up the side of Ichigo’s neck. “Let’s get started.” He pulled him back and dragged him towards the bedroom, his nipping licks becoming heated and a little harder. He almost threw Ichigo down onto the bed before following and pressing him down into the mattress. They sat like that for a few quiet moments as if they were both contemplating whether or not they were really going to do this again. But then Grimmjow was gripping the hem of Ichigo’s shirt and pulling it up and off.
He dug his fingers lightly into his back and dragged them down. Sliding his hands down around his hips and under his the front of his jeans, he unhooked the zipper and worked them down. It left the redhead completely bare as he lay on his stomach. Ichigo peeked over his shoulder almost shyly. He remembered when he’d first taken the blindfold off and how it had irritated Grimmjow. But right now, the other man was grinning down at him, seemingly pleased with the coy display. He was still smiling as he pulled Ichigo’s hands behind his back and secured them with the handcuffs he’d pulled out of his pocket.
Ichigo wasn’t sure he liked the cold metallic feel of them as they pressed into his skin. They weren’t so tight that they hurt but he had to admit he liked the leather cuffs better. These clinked softly as he tested them. Grimmjow’s fingers stroked softly down his spine.
“You don’t like those much, do you?”
What was he, a freaking mind reader? “Not really. But it’s okay.” Ichigo sighed and pressed his cheek into the blanket.
“Oh, I think we can do better than that. But they’re just temporary.” Grimmjow leaned down and bit at his shoulder before licking the indentations his teeth had left behind. “Where’s your toy box?”
Ichigo shifted beneath him, suddenly a little uncomfortable. It was still so personal for him even after all they’d already done. “It’s uh. . .” He huffed softly.
“Awww, you’re shy.” Grimmjow laid down on top of him, his clothed body rubbing a little and Ichigo shivered. “That’s so cute,” the other man crooned.
Ichigo huffed again and tried not to be embarrassed. After all, he was handcuffed naked on his bed. And he liked it. A small smile quirked his lips. “Under the bed.” A total cliché really. But every cliché came from somewhere.
“Are you going to be a good boy and stay here for me?”
Ichigo craned his neck a little and shot him a dry look. “Where am I going to go?”
“Just wondering if you’re still game or not.”
If he gave him time to think about it, he might back out. But ultimately, Ichigo knew he wouldn’t. Fixing the other man with a level look, he let get heated and needy which wasn‘t really that hard. “I’m in for the long haul.”
Grimmjow smirked and sat back to pat him on the ass. He got off the bed and reached under to retrieve the gym bag where Ichigo kept his things. There were a couple of small toolboxes, one where he stored his plugs and another where he kept his gags. There was also a bottle of lube, a few lengths of velvet rope and a roll of tape.
“Hmmm. Not a bad collection here.” He eyed Ichigo with a suggestive look as if he were imagining exactly what he’d do to him with every item. It made ripples of heat travel down the redhead’s body. “We can start with some of this and see where we go from there.”
There was no footboard or headboard on Ichigo’s bed so when Grimmjow tied his ankles with the soft rope, he looped the long ends down around the supports underneath. It pulled his legs apart and spread him a little and he rubbed himself against the blanket in anticipation.
“Not yet. Make yourself go now and it’ll be over too soon.” Grimmjow trailed his fingers over the faded bite mark on the inside of Ichigo’s thigh. In his other hand, he held a large cherry red ball gag. Something else Ichigo had picked up on a whim. He’d only used it a couple of times because it usually made him drool. But when Grimmjow held it out in front of his lips, he reached out with his tongue and gave it a tentative lick. He was almost surprised by his own behavior but it didn’t bother him as much as he thought it would. The hum of appreciation from his companion told him that he was headed in the right direction. Opening his mouth wide, he allowed him to gently push the ball inside and buckle it behind his head. It was almost a little too big but the fit was comfortable enough.
Grimmjow’s hand returned to his rear and kneaded a little as Ichigo huffed a soft breath through his nose. He felt his cheeks spread a little before the cool drizzle of lube dripped along the cleft. Something solid rubbed along the slick spot and he turned his head a little to see Grimmjow playing with the inflatable vibrating plug. The one he’d never gotten up the nerve to play with himself. The other man grinned when he saw the look on his face.
“A little nervous?” His smile widened as he squeezed one of Ichigo’s cheeks with the fingers of his other hand. “It’s not really hardcore or anything, probably won‘t even make you go by itself. But it’s a good place to start.” He started to gently slip the tip into Ichigo’s entrance. Deflated, it was relatively small and slid inside easily. He moaned as the delicious feel of it. When it was fully seated inside of him, Ichigo found he was fully hard and almost thrumming for release. And then Grimmjow picked up the little attached bulb and squeezed. The fullness increased and Ichigo twisted his wrists a little, making the cuffs rattle as he bit at the ball in his mouth.
When it started to hum and vibrate inside him, he started to squirm and pant softly. But Grimmjow was right. It was incredibly arousing and little waves of pleasure radiated through him but it wasn’t a raging orgasm or anything. Resting his forehead on the bed, he shifted his hips and rubbed himself on the blanket. But the ties at his ankles kept him from moving his legs too much. Grimmjow smoothed his hands down the back of Ichigo’s thighs and squeezed. It made him grunt into the gag as his body became more sensitive to touch.
“I’m gonna go get some stuff out of my car.” He crawled up the bed and threaded his fingers through Ichigo’s hair and tugged gently. “But don’t worry, I won’t leave you by yourself completely.” He set Ichigo’s phone next to his head and pressed a button. Another phone rang and Ichigo could hear the echo of Grimmjow’s laughter over the line. “I wouldn’t want to miss a single moan.” He revved up the vibrator and gave the bulb another couple squeezes, making Ichigo groan deep in his throat. “Be right back, Sweetie.”
With one last pat to his ass, Grimmjow left the room. Ichigo continued to shift and pant on the bed, his low moans echoing and adding another layer to his own arousal. Thank God nobody was expecting him to be anywhere today. He had a feeling he was going to be occupied for a while. Humping his hips against the bed, he rode out an intense wave of pleasure that made him shake. It felt so good. And he really wasn’t afraid. There was a little apprehension because he knew he probably couldn’t get loose without some help. This kind of thing was supposed to require a certain amount of trust and he really didn’t know this man. But instinctively, he knew Grimmjow wouldn’t hurt him. He’d had plenty of opportunities but had never taken advantage of him that way.
When Grimmjow came back, he had that same satisfied grin on his face. It was predatory with enough anticipation to make Ichigo shiver all over again. He was carrying a large bag with him and Ichigo started to wonder what else he had in mind. Another vibrating wave from his backside made him close his eyes and hum into the gag again.
“Damn. Thought I was going to blow right there at my car listening to those sexy noises you keep making.” He sat on the edge of the bed and trailed his fingertips over Ichigo’s shoulder. The touch was electric and he found himself pressing into it. Grimmjow chuckled and rubbed his skin a little more firmly. “You like that?”
Ichigo made a humming affirmative and nodded as best he could while he squirmed. He was almost disappointed when Grimmjow deflated the plug and shut the vibrator off. It was removed with a soft pop and he let out a quiet grunt. And then the other man started rooting around in his bag. He pulled out a pile of leather straps and buckles and set them on the bed before unlocking the handcuffs and putting them away. Ichigo brought his arms up and crossed them on the bed in front of him before resting his head there and watching Grimmjow with what he figured was an impish expression.
Grimmjow slid his hand up Ichigo’s bare back, his own expression thoughtful. It looked like he was about to say something but then he changed his mind. Leaning down toward the foot of the bed, he untied Ichigo’s ankles. But not before trailing a teasing fingertip down the arch of his foot. It made the redhead squirm and giggle behind the gag. Ichigo turned to look back and tried to glare but couldn’t quite manage when Grimmjow smirked at him. His arousal was fading a little bit but he found he enjoyed the playfulness.
Grimmjow started to undress, pulling off his clothes slowly as if he was putting on some sort of show. The heated look never left his eyes when he saw Ichigo watching from his relaxed position on the bed. There was quite a bit to admire with all those rippling muscles that stretched over his frame. Of course he was already hard, the thick length of him standing erect and ready. If Ichigo hadn’t already had him buried deep inside his body, he might have been intimated. As it was, he almost licked his lips in anticipation and would have if his tongue hadn’t been pressed down by the gag.
Grimmjow came forward and knelt behind him before drawing him up onto his knees. He picked up the tangle of black leather and shook it out. There were two thick straps and he fastened one around each of Ichigo’s thighs right where they met his body. They were cinched tight before more attached pieces were drawn up and buckled over his torso, forming a complicated harness. There were silver buckles and D-rings everywhere and the whole rig clinked and creaked a little as Grimmjow expertly adjusted everything so it fit snugly. The straps were padded and hugged Ichigo everywhere like a lover’s possessive hands.
“Does it pinch anywhere?” Grimmjow asked, his voice a low purr in his ear. Ichigo shook his head and squeezed Grimmjow’s hand with his own, moaning softly as his length was stroked by skilled fingers. His balls were squeezed gently and he sighed. He felt another set of cock rings slide over his length and nearly smiled. Ichigo liked the snug feel of them and if he wasn‘t mistaken, these ones were a little thicker. Grimmjow took out two large pieces of padded black leather that were covered with more straps and rings. He buckled them over Ichigo’s forearms where they fit almost like bracers. Matching cuffs were secured around his ankles.
Grimmjow’s guiding hands folded him down so he knelt with his knees tucked under his body. The ankle cuffs were secured to his thighs and his arms were folded at his lower back and buckled in place. Ichigo tested the restraints, tugging hard enough to roll onto his side. Despite the tightness of it, the position was pretty comfortable. He lay curled up in the snug embrace of leather and hummed softly at the delicious feel of it. Grunting softly, he squirmed and tugged as he enjoyed the sensation of being restrained.
Grimmjow lounged beside him on the bed while he enjoyed the view. The corner of his mouth curled in a small smirk as he reached out to stroke Ichigo’s hip. He held up what looked like another remote in his other hand and the redhead frowned a little. There was nothing in him right now so he wasn’t sure what it was for. Until the switch flicked and the cock rings buzzed to life. His eyes widened as he let out a muffled grunt of surprise. Grimmjow just laughed before sitting up and rolling Ichigo back onto his knees. He massaged Ichigo’s tingling rear before he pulled out another condom and prepared himself.
He pressed his tip at Ichigo’s entrance and started to slide his way in. He seemed to enjoy prolonging that initial push, the slow, filling glide of it. Ichigo squirmed as the sensations from both up front and behind brought that wave of pleasure rising to engulf him. When Grimmjow was all the way in, he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around him so he could tweak Ichigo’s nipples. The redhead whined as the other man thrust quick and shallow a few times while still rubbing and pinching the hardened nubs. On top of the vibrations that hummed along his shaft, it was enough to push Ichigo over the edge.
Orgasm ripped through him and made him shudder and moan while he jerked in the restraints. The leather creaked and the buckles jingled, the sounds mixing with his muffled cries. And still Grimmjow continued to move. He released his nipples and slid his hands down Ichigo’s arms before getting a good grip on the redhead’s hips. The vibrator was still humming merrily on his aching shaft as the other man’s thrusts became more erratic and deep. Oh, god, it was incredible. Everything he’d wanted and more. Now that he wasn’t afraid for his life, Ichigo found that he loved this. Needed it. And here was someone who seemed to understand that without him saying it.
Not that he could say anything right now with his thoughts being blasted away by the most intense sexual experience he’d ever had. Or with his mouth full of red rubber. Ichigo let out another low, drawn-out moan as Grimmjow picked up the pace and the wave rose to engulf him again. He wasn’t sure how he could possibly come again but he did. Gloriously. His eyes rolled back in his head as Grimmjow thrust deep one last time. When his mind cleared a little, he felt himself being rolled onto his side. A slick hand slid between his legs to find his quivering erection. The vibrations of the rings stopped as they were pulled off of him. Soft, teasing touches along his still hard shaft brought one last small climax before he finally went soft again.
Ichigo drifted in a half sleep as Grimmjow curled up behind him, wrapping himself around his bound body. He was content to lay where he was for the time being. A blanket had been pulled up to cover them both as the cooling sweat on their bodies brought on a chill. He never thought he’d be able to sleep while he was tied up but there was an incredibly secure feeling about it that was oddly comfortable. Sighing deeply, he let himself slip under.
A while later, he surfaced sleepily as he felt himself loosening up. The creak of leather and clinking buckles filled the air as the harness was slipped off of him. The gag was pulled out and a cloth dabbed at his mouth where he’d drooled a little. And then to his embarrassed surprise, he was gathered up and cradled in Grimmjow’s arms. He was still half asleep and wasn’t inclined to be any more alert than he already was. So he rested his head on the other man’s shoulder and sighed. And then he was being lowered into the warm hush of a full bath. Ichigo hummed softly as the hot water soaked into his muscles and he started to relax even more.
The biggest selling point of his apartment had been the huge bathtub. There were times when he wanted a good long soak instead of a shower. Through eyes that were half closed, he watched Grimmjow slip into the tub with him. He’d never taken a bath with someone else and decided that it wasn’t that bad as he leaned back into him. The water foamed with some of the bath salts he’d gotten for his birthday and the soft scent of them made him relax even more. Ichigo drifted in and out with the soft touch of experienced hands sliding over his skin. He sighed again and sank a little deeper in the water, enjoying the gentle ripple of arousal that peaked with a gentle wash of pleasure. He let his eyes close again as the warmth pulled him back down into sleep.
When he woke the second time, he was back in bed. The sheets had been changed and he was alone under the covers. He felt a small stab of disappointment and rolled onto his back so he could stare at the ceiling. That had been so good. Probably a bad idea but really good. Rubbing a hand over his face, he considered his options. He should forget all of this and go back to his ordinary life but he was pretty sure that wasn’t going to work. He supposed he could call Grimmjow since he had the number in his phone now. But that would probably sound needy and Ichigo didn’t want that. But he knew the longer he waited, the harder it would be to do anything at all. Picking up his phone from the bedside table, he searched for the last call and hit redial. He was startled to hear the echo of the phone ringing from somewhere in the apartment. Footsteps came down the hall and a now familiar blue-haired head peered around the doorframe with a brow raised.
“Need something, Sweetie?” Grimmjow grinned when he saw his surprise.
Ichigo frowned at the name he kept calling him but felt his heart trip in his chest in pleasure at the same time. He fumbled his words, suddenly a little uncomfortable. “Uh, no. Not really. I was just. . .”
“Paranoid that I’d left without saying goodbye?” Grimmjow chuckled when Ichigo blinked at him. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily. And I was only gone for twenty minutes.” He held up a box of takeout and Ichigo’s stomach gurgled in response. But he hesitated to get out of bed. He was naked under the blankets and the nearest clothes were across the room. It was odd. Now that they were just talking with nothing else getting in the way, he was a little nervous for some reason. As usual, Grimmjow seemed to pick up on the reason for his discomfort. “Would it make you feel better if I tied you up for dinner?”
Ichigo sneered and flipped the blankets back before stalking over to the closet. But he was fighting a smile as he dressed while Grimmjow laughed from the doorway. A challenge had always been the best way to get him to do anything. When he walked over to the door, he plucked the takeout and chopsticks from Grimmjow’s hand. He took a deliberate bite of noodles and beef while trying to hide his surprised pleasure. It was his favorite. Grimmjow watched him for a moment with that thoughtful expression on his face again. After Ichigo swallowed, the other man leaned in and kissed him. It was a soft touch of lips but he deepened it as his tongue flicked out. Ichigo found himself opening his mouth a little and letting him in. It was probably the most intimate moment they’d shared so far. But it was nice.
When they pulled apart, Grimmjow brushed a strand of hair off Ichigo’s forehead. He didn’t say anything and actually looked a little surprised. But he recovered quickly and turned to head toward the kitchen. His voice trailed down the hall when Ichigo didn’t immediately follow. “It’s gonna get cold if you keep standing there looking like a moron.”
Ichigo frowned again before letting his expression pull into a smirk. He wasn’t sure where this was going to go but he wanted to find out.

A/N: I ended up being obsessed with this idea for a couple of weeks and it wouldn’t leave me alone until I wrote it down. But I like the result so I can’t complain too much. I think I’m going to try for at least one more chapter.
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