Ichigo woke in the morning, or what probably counted as morning with the ever present crescent moon still hanging in the sky, lying on Grimmjow's bed feeling a bit sore. He didn't remember why he was in Grimmjow's bed. The last thing he remembered was being kicked in the face by a pale man with emerald eyes, which explained why his head hurt. But it sure as hell didn't explain the bite marks and bloody kisses that littered his body, he saw as he pulled the blanket off of him. Scowling, Ichigo scooted off of the bed to go wash the blood off of him. Setting his feet on the ground, Ichigo tried to stand only to scream in agony at the pain radiating in his lower back. Unable to stand, Ichigo crumpled to a heap on the floor. It was at that moment that the memories of last night flooded his mind. He remembered everything from Grimmjow crawling up the bed, while nipping and licking him, to himself screaming out in pleasure.

"Bastard," Ichigo hissed with his face flushed in mortification.

Ichigo couldn't believe that he had enjoyed anything that bastard had done to him. Huffing, Ichigo tried to haul his body back up onto the bed, but couldn't as the crippling pain in his back came again sending him back to the floor. A pained hiss escaped his mouth as he lay on the cold floor. He didn't know what to do. Feeling helpless was something he had never liked. Pissed off, Ichigo reached onto the bed for the blanket that had been covering him. It took a couple minutes of blindly reaching around for it before he grabbed it, but when he did he quickly wrapped himself up in it the best that he could. Ichigo didn't have to sit on the floor for long, before Grimmjow sauntered into the room looking mighty pleased with his self.

Grimmjow stopped in his tracks to take in Ichigo's pathetic state on the floor. Ichigo was glaring at the other the best that he could, with images of last night still flashing through his mind. The question that had run through his mind when he had been kidnapped by Grimmjow had definitely been answered last night. Grimmjow's hair was definitely naturally blue.

"Having fun on the floor, bitch?" Grimmjow questioned casually as he walked leisurely towards the orangette.

"Fuck you," Ichigo snarled.

A lecherous grin spread across Grimmjow's face at Ichigo's choice of words. "All ready did that, but if you insist we can have another go at it again. Even though you might want to wait to recover from last night before we go at it again, since that was your first time and all."

"Bastard," Ichigo hissed, clenching his fists. "Why the hell did you do that anyways?"

"It was supposed to be punishment," the blue haired man commented thoughtfully. "I hadn't planned on fucking you in the beginning, until you asked me to. I never have sex with anyone unless they are completely willing."

Ichigo clenched his teeth in anger, since he could find no retort for what the other had said. "What do you want?"

Grimmjow shrugged as he finally stood before Ichigo. "I don't know maybe I'm planning on fucking you senseless while you can't fight back," he said, causing Ichigo to scowl at him before he burst out laughing. "I'm just kidding, even though it's a nice thought. Remember I already said I only have sex with those who are willing, and right now you're pretty far from willing."

Ichigo grunted in response and muttered, "So, you've said."

"So, bitch. What were you planning on doing," Grimmjow asked nonchalantly.

"I was going to go take a bath," Ichigo grumbled, while glaring at the man before him, "but it appears that I'm unable to walk."

"I could help you get there," Grimmjow mused, "but you'll have to ask first."

Ichigo glared at the blue haired man standing before him. His pride refused to let him ask for help from the man who did this to him, but the temptation of a bath was really just too good to pass up. Swallowing his pride, Ichigo did the one thing he would hate himself for doing: he asked for help.

"Would you help me to the bathroom, Grimmjow," Ichigo asked. "Please," he tacked on for good measure.

Grimmjow actually looked startled by Ichigo asking for help, but quickly masked it with a triumphant grin. "See. Now that wasn't so hard, now was it?"

Ichigo didn't say anything in response and just stared pointedly in a different direction. Picking up the temperamental prince, Grimmjow can't repress a small snicker as he carries the smaller into the bathroom. The door to the bathroom had been fixed to Ichigo's relief and Grimmjow's annoyance. Setting the orange haired prince down, Grimmjow starts the younger's bath without a thought. Checking the water's temperature with his hand, Grimmjow deems it perfect before going to put the smaller into the water. Ichigo sulked the whole way to the tub, not in the least liking how weak he is at the moment. The warm water was so wonderful that Ichigo sighed in content and completely forgot about Grimmjow's existence for a couple minutes.

A baleful glare from Ichigo sends Grimmjow out of the bathroom still grinning. Closing his eyes, he concentrates on healing his body's minor injuries. Power thrummed throughout his limbs, and the water in the bath turned a luminous gold for the couple minutes that it took for his wounds to heal. Opening his eyes, he stretched his muscles in the water, glad that the crippling pain was gone from his back. Sitting up in the water, he began to scrub his limbs clean of the dried blood on him. Completely clean, Ichigo got out of the tub and began to towel dry his self, with the towel left on the counter for him. With his back to the door, he didn't notice when Grimmjow walked in.

"Bitch," Grimmjow began, oblivious to the fact that Ichigo is out of the tub already, "do you need help when you're done with your bath?"

Cyan eyes blinked in confusion at the sight of Ichigo toweling drying himself without a problem, before a lewd grin spread across his face at the sight of Ichigo's bare backside. Grimmjow didn't get a ton of time to stare at Ichigo, as the smaller quickly covered his self with the towel, but it was long enough to get a good glimpse at Ichigo's ass.

"It would appear that I don't need any help from you," Ichigo said, moving around Grimmjow to get out of the bathroom.

"So, it appears," Grimmjow commented, watching the sway of Ichigo's hips.

"Quit staring at my ass, you perverted bastard," Ichigo snapped, grabbing some of Grimmjow's clothes.

Striding back to the bathroom, Ichigo pushed the taller man out of the room before shutting it in Grimmjow's face. Grimmjow blinked once as he stared at the closed door before him. A moment later when the door opened again, Grimmjow was still standing there. Ichigo scowled at the blue haired Allterant blocking the doorway. Grimmjow on the other hand ignored the prince's scowl and allowed his eyes to leisurely look the other over. His mouth twisted into a feral grin at the sight of his clothes hanging loosely onto the smaller man's body.

"As much as I enjoy the sight of you wearing my clothes, we should probably go get you some that actually fit you," Grimmjow sighed dramatically. "Plus, I wouldn't want anyone to see you like that. They might try to take you from me, and I am quite possessive of things that belong to me."

Ichigo's face pulled into a snarl at those words and he was sorely tempted to kill the man before him. "I don't belong to you or anyone else! How many times do I have to tell you that before it gets through your thick skull?"

Grimmjow snorted as he moved closer to the prince, forcing Ichigo to back up until his back collided with the wall behind him. The blue haired Allterant positioned his arms around the smaller like a cage, cutting off any attempts that Ichigo might have made to escape from him. His lips curled up into a feral smirk that brought out the feline qualities in Grimmjow's face. For Ichigo that smirk was a sure sign that the taller was going to do something that Ichigo was definitely going to hate. Even as Grimmjow brought his face closer to Ichigo's, the prince refused to show that Grimmjow's advances were actually kind of freaking him out. So, he forced his self to stand straight and stare defiantly back into those azure eyes.

Grimmjow's smirk widened before he quickly darted his mouth towards Ichigo's neck and bite down on the soft flesh there. He bite down harsh enough to draw blood as he sucked on the skin there, creating a hickie. Ichigo brought his arms up to push the older man off of him and opened his mouth to yell at Grimmjow, but his brain wouldn't cooperate with him. So, Ichigo stood there with his mouth lightly open and his hands trying to figure out whether to push or pull the blue haired menace closer to him. After a few more seconds, Grimmjow finally released his hold on Ichigo's neck.

"You are mine, Ichigo Kurosaki," he growled possessively, the sound coming from deep within his throat.

Ichigo didn't say a word; he just stared at Grimmjow as Grimmjow moved away from him. Finally allowing Ichigo to move away from the wall and put some space between them.

"I am not yours," Ichigo shouted, his face beet red and a hand covering the bloody love bite on his neck.

Grimmjow flashed a devastating smile that showed off his sharper than average teeth at Ichigo. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, bitch."

Ichigo felt like ripping his bright orange hair out of his scalp at that moment and screaming in frustration. Why this man couldn't get it through his thick skull that he didn't belong to him or anyone else for that matter, was beyond his compression.

Grimmjow stopped in front of the door to his room and looked back at his possession impatiently. "Hurry up, bitch. I don't have all day to wait for your slow ass."

Ichigo growled low in his throat before following his captor out of the room to wherever the man was taking him to.

...

As it turned out Grimmjow had taken him to a woman named Tier Halibel and her 'sisters': Emilou Apacci, Franceska Mila Rose, and Cyan Sung-Sun. Halibel was a tall woman of few words with messy blonde hair and green eyes. The other three women in the room contrasted greatly with one another, leaving Ichigo to wonder how they got along with one each other. Ichigo had been ushered into the room and swarmed by the smaller three women, while Halibel had stood back with her arms crossed over her rather abundant amount of cleavage.

The three women chattered excitedly away to him as they measured his body. They seemed to be rather happy about meeting another submissive male, considering all the awkward questions that they asked him. Many of the questions turned Ichigo's face bright red and he was afraid he was going to faint before this was all said and done. It was a good thing in Ichigo's opinion that they hadn't let Grimmjow stay in the room with them. He was sure he would've died of embarrassment if Grimmjow had stayed in the room with them.

As Ichigo was letting to the women measure him for his new clothes, he gaze wandered over to Halibel to see she was still observing him quietly. Her eyes glinted with knowledge that she knew Ichigo wasn't what everyone believed him to be. And suddenly Ichigo was scared that she might know that he was a Deceiver. If she did know he hoped she wouldn't say anything to anyone about it. Quickly looking away from the tall amazon like women, he tried to distract his self with what the other women in the room were doing around him. Sadly though it wasn't working to well, especially when he swore he could feel the woman's steady green predatory gaze.

A/N: I know its been awhile since I've updated this story and I'm really sorry about that, but anyways what do you think so far? And I'm sorry there isn't much going on in this chapter. Oh, and Sinful Addiction will be updated sometime in the next couple days. Reviews and all that good stuff greatly appreciated!