This took forever I know, but I have a decent reason why. The enter button on my laptop broke so I couldn't use it AT ALL, but now it is fixed…partially. But anyway, here is the chapter and I hope you enjoy it. (Hopefully it was worth the wait)

Grimmjow and Ichigo snapped their heads round to the source of the noise, Grimmjow letting out a moan.

"You have to be fuckin' kidding me."

Ichigo stared at the familiar pale face. He had been at the bank earlier…He had set it all off. Ichigo tried to move, but his muscles were so heavy and stiff, the simple movement of moving his head had been extreme effort. The efforts of struggling had warn off on him…he was exhausted.

"Nice to see you too Grimmjow." The pale face grinned, stepping towards the pair.

"'Fraid I can't say the same." Grimmjow grunted, lifting himself off of Ichigo. He took hold of his waist instead; Ichigo complied.

"It's funny Grimmjow," Shiro put a finger to his chin, looking curious, "I never considered you the type."

Shiro bent down and looked at the familiar orange head. He couldn't deny the envy that he had for Grimmjow. Grimmjow had found him before he had.

"Type?" Grimmjow sighed, already irritated.

"I never considered you a rapist." Shiro chuckled, stroking the chin of the exhausted orange head. His eyelids were drooping and he noticed the small rivulets of sweat on his forehead. He didn't seem to be putting up that much of a fight; Grimmjow must have drugged him on the journey back.

"I am not a rapist!" Grimmjow huffed. Sure he had kidnapped Ichigo and molested him a bit, but he wasn't a rapist. That kid was hard, or was at least heading in that direction.

Shiro looked back at Grimmjow, "You sir, are a rapist." He said matter of factly.

Grimmjow sighed, "Suit yourself."

"Let me g-go…"

Shiro and Grimmjow looked down at what had made such a tiny noise. Ichigo was shuffling, slowly; still trying…

Grimmjow sighed, "No one's got out'a those bad boys before." He gestured towards the knots on Ichigo's wrists and ankles. Grimmjow gave him a small pat on the arse before lifting him up onto his shoulder. He most certainly wasn't going to fuck him on the ground…he had more class than that.

A wall maybe?

Grimmjow felt a gaze boring into the back of him. He looked over his non-Ichigo occupied shoulder and saw Shiro still standing where he had left him.

"Are you checkin' out my legs?" Grimmjow grinned.

"Nah." Shiro said. Grimmjow was about to turn…

"I am above that."

Grimmjow quirked an eyebrow. He was about to tell the white head that he would get his share later, but Shiro beat him to it.

"I want some."

Grimmjow grinned, turning to face the Mr-not-so-subtle

"You'll get your share." He reassured him.

"I have no doubt about that," Shiro smirked, "but I'm talkin' about sleepin' beauty over there." Shiro pointed a pale finger at Ichigo.

Grimmjow's smile disappeared.

"I don't think I heard you right."

"Oh, you heard me loud and clear."

Grimmjow looked at Shiro. Shiro looked at Grimmjow. Ichigo moaned. Both ignored him.

"You serious?" Grimmjow asked. He looked Shiro up and down; he had always wondered what it would be like to have him as a fuck pal. The idea was appealing, but the idea of sharing...not so much.

Shiro walked directly in front of Grimmjow grabbing his free hand and placing it on his crotch.

"It's not me you should be asking." He winked. Grimmjow's eyes widened, he could feel him hard through the leather.

Shiro could still see the small doubt in Grimmjow's eyes, the selfish bastard. Shiro wanted some of Ichigo too. Having Grimmjow with the package just happened to be a lucky bonus. He did have one hell of an arse on him…

Shiro leaned into him and purred seductively into his ear, "you can take his rear if I get the rest."

Grimmjow gulped, feeling the blood flow downwards at the pale mans words. He gave him a curt nod, the biggest grin growing on Shiro's features.

"Let's do this thing!" Shiro slapped Grimmjow on the rear, before leading the way...

Ichigo groaned. His head was pounding. He tried to bring a hand to his head, but found neither of his hands available. Slowly, he turned his aching head to see what had his hands in place. Ichigo's eyes widened. Chains were wrapped around his wrists, holding them to a head board. Ichigo looked around finding he was placed in the middle of a king sized bed. He tested his ankles…they were bound too. The night's events suddenly came rushing back to him; explaining his current situation.

"Shit…" He murmured.

Ichigo looked back up to the chains; tugging at them. His muscles felt stiff, but no longer weak. Strength was seeping back into his body; he dented his facial features as his face twisted in frustration. Why were they so fucking tight? The chains were digging into his skin; to the point where it was now becoming uncomfortable.

When Ichigo brought his gaze away from the metal clinging to his wrists and back to the rest of the world surrounding him, he froze.

The spectacle in front of him…it was quite a show.

Grimmjow…and the pale man from earlier…no wonder they hadn't noticed him. Ichigo could feel a blush crawling across his face and down his neck. He shouldn't be looking, but…he just couldn't turn his gaze away. They were both topless…their hair a mess. Each was wrapped around the other, clearly finding other ways to pass the time.

Ichigo bit his lip; this sight shouldn't be rubbing off on him like it was. This was wrong…he had to get away before they noticed…

"We got ourselves an audience Grimmjow…" Shiro whispered against the others ear. Grimmjow froze; he looked over his shoulder to find what Shiro had said to be true. A huge grin grew across the bluenette's face; a twinkle in his eye.

"It seems we have." Grimmjow smirked, turning his body round to head towards the orange head. He revelled at the sight of fear running through Ichigo's eyes. Grimmjow was going to enjoy this.

"Hold 'im." Shiro grunted, leaping on to the bed in one swift movement.

"You don't have to tell me." Grimmjow murmured as he grabbed hold of Ichigo's thighs, which were already kicking frantically against the chains.

"Get off me!" Ichigo yelled, now fighting back with full strength. Shiro cackled in return, amused by his pathetic efforts. He leaned into Ichigo's ear;

"Do you really think I would agree to that so easily?" he purred. Ichigo shuddered, his breath tickling against his ear. It took a moment for Ichigo to realise that the pale man had already made short work of his belt.

His eyes widened, he hadn't even noticed.

Shiro winked at him in return. "The name's Shiro."

Ichigo instantly looked away.

"Let's get rid of those silly clothes now, shall we Ichigo?" Shiro beamed, noting the nametag that had caught his eye.

"Don't touch me!" Ichigo spat. Once again he thrashed himself against the chains, throwing himself as far as the chains would allow him to from one side to another.

"Now, you are just makin' this difficult for both of us." Shiro tutted; he moved himself so he now straddled Ichigo's waist. Instead of removing the items of clothing carefully, Shiro ripped them apart; away from Ichigo's skin. Ichigo didn't need his clothes…he looked better without them anyway.

"Stop it!" Ichigo screamed, closing his eyes as tightly as he could.

Grimmjow winced at the volume of noise.

"Oh shut the fuck up!" Grimmjow grunted, letting one of his hands free to rub his aching ear. Big mistake. Ichigo's free leg sprung up, the chains although restricting him to go far, made it far enough to meet Grimmjow's stomach. He let out a short grunt.

"Why you l'il…" Grimmjow growled, he crawled onto the bed and over Ichigo, shoving Shiro out the way.

In a matter of seconds he had the remains of Ichigo's shirt rapped tightly round his mouth; tying it in a knot.

Ichigo bit into the material, his drool starting to soak into the remains of his shirt.

"Mmmm!" Ichigo mumbled loudly against the material.

Grimmjow smirked, satisfied with his work. "What was that?" He beamed.

"Mmmmmmmmm…mm!" Ichigo replied.

"Take off these?" Grimmjow pointed down at Ichigo's trousers. Shiro looked across at Grimmjow from the edge of the bed, now realising what he was playing at.

"MMMMMMMMM!" Ichigo thrashed with all his might, bouncing against the mattress.

"Well if you insist." Grimmjow gave a dramatic sigh. In one swift movement, Ichigo's trousers and boxers now accompanied the rest of the clothes on the floor.

Shiro crawled swiftly back over to Ichigo, whilst Grimmjow slipped away. He beamed down at the sight in front of him.

"Well ain't you pretty?" Shiro hummed, running his finger across Ichigo's chest.

Grimmjow reached for the collar of his coat, yanking the fastenings loose with a hard tug. On the bed, Ichigo shivered against the touch of Shiro's; his hands and fingers running across his naked body. Ichigo held back from crying out as he felt Shiro's fingers slide lower and lower, creeping over to greet his hardening member.

Shiro's eyes widened in surprise: staring down at Ichigo's manhood. He looked back up to meet strained brown eyes.

"Well you little slut, you." Shiro chuckled, leaning back over to an equally surprised Ichigo, to take a lick of his neck. After a moments thought, Shiro bit down into Ichigo's shoulder, earning a gasp from the orange head.

He was hard! How could he be hard? Ichigo hadn't even realised…

Grimmjow stared down at the display on the bed, making his cock twitch. Quickly he started positioning himself onto the bed, but finding the chains on Ichigo's legs preventing him from getting further. He growled: irritated, trying to find a fucking decent position but the god damn metal links kept twisting around Ichigo's legs.

Shiro continued to lick and nibble at Ichigo's neck and shoulder whilst his hand started to curl around Ichigo's shaft.

Grimmjow tugged at the chains.

Ichigo was in a haze. Why wasn't he struggling? Everywhere felt hot around him. Shiro's touch burned into his skin. What was happening? What was Ichigo doing? It took him a moment to realise he was moaning.

Grimmjow glared at Shiro who seemed to be havin' one hell of a time…he was missing out.

Shiro started to squeeze and gently pump Ichigo, making sure each movement was agonizingly slow. Saliva sneaked past Ichigo's lips and crawled its way down Ichigo's chin, his eyes squeezed shut.

Grimmjow was getting more frustrated and more frustrated.

Shiro smirked, starting to pick up the pace.

"Nnngh…nn-" Ichigo threw his head from side to side, trying to convince himself he wasn't enjoying this.

"OH FOR FUCK SAKE!" A voice yelled making Shiro and Ichigo wince.

The sound of wood and metal colliding against each other, echoed through out the room. Shiro looked back to see a naked Grimmjow heaving and huffing his hands holding loose chains that were no longer connected to a now broken bed frame.

Shiro sighed, "you could of just asked." It was his bed after all. Grimmjow replied with a killer glare. He was fucking pissed, he moved his gaze onto Ichigo, locking on his target. Ichigo gulped, seeing the burning territorial rage in aqua eyes.

Grimmjow needed to claim what was his.

Grimmjow lunged forward ignoring the kicks from the orange head; he dug his blunt nails into Ichigo's waist. In one swift movement he flipped Ichigo over, the chains around Ichigo's wrists tightened, and dug into his skin. He let out a choked sob around the material in his mouth.

Shiro sighed again, bringing a hand through his air. He climbed to where Ichigo's hands were bound, slipping a small key out of his pocket and fitting it into the lock that was ensuring the chains stayed fixed to the bed board. Shiro's working came unnoticed.

A hand grabbed a fistful of orange hair, making Ichigo cry out. Grimmjow pushed; shoving Ichigo's face down into the bed until he couldn't see and couldn't breathe.

The tight metal enclosed around Ichigo's wrists disappeared, the cool air coming to sooth his hot, sore wrists. It came as a relief to Ichigo but he couldn't ignore the fact that he was running out of oxygen. He squirmed underneath Grimmjow's strong hold: fighting for air.

His wish was granted. The hand gripped firmly in his hair, threw his head back bringing pain with it.

Grimmjow pressed his mouth against the side of Ichigo's ear, biting at the lobe before murmuring;

"This may hurt a bit."

He snapped his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt inside of Ichigo.

Even the gag couldn't muffle Ichigo's scream…

The sound was music to Grimmjow's ears. Grimmjow pushed one knee higher and slid out. He paused for a moment, gazing at the body beneath him, before thrusting in again.

Tears pricked at the corners of Ichigo's eyes, trailing down the sides of his face. It felt like he was being torn in half from the inside out. He felt hot liquid burn his sides, knowing to well it was blood, he was grateful that it at least softened Grimmjow's hits.

A cool hand snaked under Ichigo's chin, forcing him to look up to meat golden eyes. He felt the material slowly fall away from his mouth. He let in a huge breath of fresh air, before crying out when Grimmjow thrust forward again.

"Do us a favour will ya Ichigo?" Shiro ignored Grimmjow. He motioned his head down to what he meant. Ichigo, slowly trailed his gaze down Shiro's now naked body, and saw the evident problem the pale man had.

Ichigo's eyes widened.

"W-what?" He rasped, his throat dry. Shiro frowned. Grimmjow bucked forward. Ichigo let out a deep moan.

Shiro took the opportunity; he grabbed Ichigo's hair and buried his member into Ichigo's cavern. Ichigo nearly choked, surprised on the expected object now in his mouth.

After adjusting, he paused…the let out a shy flick of his tongue at the underside of Shiro's cock.

What the fuck was he doing! Ichigo couldn't understand the situation. The sudden twist of pain and pleasure now coursing through him was overpowering. He couldn't stop himself when he let his tongue dig into the slit.

Shiro smirked, satisfied that the orange head was now playing along. He gripped his orange hair as he threw back his head in pleasure.

Grimmjow smirked at the display ahead of him; he began to pound harder and harder into Ichigo, finally hitting that sweet spot. Shiro realised this a moment later, he hissed as Ichigo moaned around his cock, white stars flashing in front of his brown eyes.

Grimmjow grinned, directing himself so he hit that spot thrust after thrust. Ichigo gasped for air, he couldn't see or think straight. When something hard and warm pressed against his lips all he could was to allow entrance to it again.

Grimmjow could feel himself coming to an end, but wasn't going to be the first. He sneaked his arm round the thin waist; searching for Ichigo's member. He enclosed his hand around him and started to pump in time with each thrust.

"F-fuck…" Shiro muttered, trying to withstand what little control he had left. He tightened his hold on Ichigo's head, but Ichigo didn't notice, all he could feel was the coil in his stomach tightening and tightening; and then he screamed his release.

Ichigo deep throated Shiro as he went into ecstasy. The hot tight walls clamped around Grimmjow, Shiro let out a growl; both released inside Ichigo; their moans synced.

"Swallow," Shiro murmured, Ichigo choked partially, but he obeyed to Shiro's command, swallowing every last drop.

Grimmjow grunted as he pulled out. He and Shiro slowly came down from their high, their breaths heavy. They met gazes for a moment, satisfaction and amusement met in their eyes.

They both looked down to Ichigo, he had curled in on himself and his body was shaking slightly.

Shiro let out a small chuckle before wrapping his arms around Ichigo and placing him into his lap.

"Let me go n-now…" Ichigo whispered. Although his voice was small Grimmjow heard it as well. He quirked an eyebrow.

"D'ya think that's it?"

Shiro rubbed Ichigo's head gently, soothing him into a slumber.

"You're ours now Ichigo." Shiro whispered against his ear.

Okay for now this is the end. I may do another little story, but for now, this one is ended. I haven't checked as best as I could have so I apologise for any horrifying, shocking mistakes...I hoped ya liked it :D

I want to thank yoooou for the favs so far, but a li'l review too please? I would love to know why you liked it :D

I'm nosey like that ;D