Author's note: This fic was inspired by a yaoi picture of Grimmjow and Ichigo. Grimmjow is sleeping while Ichigo is sitting, a hand on his head and fingernail marks on his back. It's an awesome pic, go look it up!
Fucking damn it, this hurts.
It's pretty funny, really. I did this to save him from being tortured and broken into little pieces. And now I'm being tortured by the fucking shinigami I brought him to. You'd think they'd have some gratitude, but no. Oh, who am I kidding? Of course they're torturing me. I have lots of useful things I could tell them. It's still pretty funny, though.
I'm not laughing.
I hate that clown faced freak. The other one, that woman captain, she just wants information. She'd stop if I told her what she wants to know. That other fucker couldn't care less what I have to tell him. He wants to take me apart and see how I work. Reminds me of Szayel. He'll never stop, no matter what I do.
My wrists hurt. These fucking chains. I wish they would let me sleep. It's getting so fucking hard to concentrate, but every time I start to drop off that damned sound wakes me up. Just another torture, and it fucking hurts.
I hear someone coming. It's the woman, I can tell from how she walks. Time for another session. What will it be this time, electrical shocks? Pressure points? She's damned good with the pressure points. I thought I was good but she's leagues past me.
I wonder if he knows I'm here? But why would he care. I might think he's my mate, but he thinks I raped him. And I guess I did.
I guess I did…
The past.
"Never would have guessed you'd be so cute like this, Kurosaki." Grimmjow grinned down at the orange haired shinigami. He was well roughed up, not surprising at all. Nnoitra had gotten to him first, and the kid had managed to kill the unutterable bastard, but then Grimmjow had arrived. It had been tempting to kill the brat, and even more tempting to have him healed to make it a fair fight, but he'd finally succumbed to a different temptation and taken the kid prisoner.
After that, things had gotten interesting. Aizen had demanded to know his plans for the bitch and Grimmjow had finally told him. That had seemed to amuse him, and he'd given permission, not that Grimmjow needed that bastard's permission for anything. Well, he did, but he wasn't going to admit it. And with that permission he'd gotten Szayel to make up some nice little trinkets to keep the boy in his place.
The collar he was wearing was amazing work. It looked like a thin black band, without any kind of lock or key. Only an Espada or Aizen could remove it, and it kept the kid's reiatsu in check. He was also wearing silvery little bracelets that could be placed together and, with a small command, locked to each other or any other surface. That made restraining him child's play. Of course, Grimmjow could have held him down just with his hands, but then it would have been hard to follow through on the rest of his plans. And oh, did he have plans.
"Fuck off, you bastard! I'm going to get out of here and save Orihime!" Ichigo snarled and amused blue eyes met determined brown.
"You think so?" Grimmjow said lightly, hands in his pockets. The shinigami was half-naked already, his lovely upper body completely exposed. His hands were held behind his back and locked onto the floor, so he wasn't going anywhere. "Because I think you're about to get fucked, Kurosaki." The kid looked confused as the Espada above him began to pull off his jacket. Then he started on his pants and Kurosaki started to get a clue, from the panicked expression.
"Hey, wait! What do you think you're doing?" He demanded. Grimmjow just sneered and considered Ichigo's pants. They were so ragged they were hardly worth saving anyway, so he ripped them off in one smooth move. "HEY!"
"Shut up." Grimmjow said absently as he noticed Kurosaki wasn't wearing any underwear. Convenient. The kid was well hung, too, although he wasn't aroused at all. But that would change soon. Grimmjow grinned to himself as he got out a bottle of oil and spread it on his hands before fondling the pretty flesh. "You do look nice like this, Kurosaki." He casually held the shinigami's hip down with one hand as he tried to get away.
"Grimmjow, stop it! What the hell? I thought you wanted to kill me!" Ichigo was starting to look panicked now, squirming away from the unwelcome touch. Grimmjow just smiled as he saw the 'unwelcome' touch was getting pretty welcome, to the teen's body anyway. "Get the hell off me!" He yelped as Grimmjow grinned and suddenly mounted him, grinding their erections together. "I'm only sixteen." That was as close to a plea as he'd ever heard from the shinigami and it didn't impress the Espada.
"You're trying to tell me you're only a cub? Bullshit. You killed Nnoitra, dipshit. You're more than old enough." Grimmjow was vague on how humans measured age anyway. He had no idea of his own years, and didn't care a bit. All he cared about was the fact that Kurosaki was looking wonderfully fuckable at the moment. Shoving the teen's legs apart, he started to prepare the unwilling boy. It was tempting to just shove it all in, but then Kurosaki would be screaming, and he'd never really enjoyed that sort of thing.
"Stop it! Ah, Grimmjow, god dammnit, stop!" Ichigo was trying very hard to kick him and Grimmjow growled as he subdued the thrashing shinigami with force and leverage. Then he slowly rubbed their cocks together again, getting a soft gasp from the boy before he went back to exploring his ass. "No! I don't want this!"
"Y'know, Kurosaki, what makes you think I give a fuck about what you want?" Grimmjow said as he carefully worked a finger in, past that tight ring of muscle. Ichigo gasped in pain at the foreign intrusion and let out a whine that sent a heady feeling of desire up Grimmjow's spine. "You're a pretty little strawberry, and I'm gonna eat ya." He grinned at the panicked look in the shinigami's eyes, adding a second finger and stretching him carefully.
"N-Not literally." Kurosaki sounded quietly terrified now and Grimmjow frowned before nipping the boy's throat, making him squirm with a gasp.
"No, not literally, dumbass." Although maybe it wasn't the dumbest question in the world. Hollows did eat each other, after all. "Just shut up and enjoy this." A third finger joined the first two and Kurosaki groaned in pain at the uncomfortable stretch. Then he gasped as Grimmjow found his prostate, massaging him and making his member leak small, pearly beads. "You're gonna like it."
"Shut the fuck up and get it over with!" Ichigo suddenly flared and Grimmjow grinned, gripping the boy's hips and positioning him before going inside with a single, rough motion. "AH!" Ichigo arched in pain, but the Espada knew he'd used enough oil. He took his time, just enjoying the tight heat around his member as Kurosaki started to adjust. "Nnn… agh!" Ichigo gasped as he slid out, then rammed back in, nailing the kid's prostate along the way. Then he latched his fangs onto the boy's throat, nibbling and sucking the tender skin. A few drops of blood made their way into his mouth and Grimmjow savored the delicious taste.
Hot, velvety walls gripped his aching cock, and Grimmjow groaned in pure pleasure as he plunged into the boy with abandon, giving his mind over to the rutting. Tears were running down Kurosaki's cheeks and he licked them away, savoring the bittersweet taste of his enemies' pain and pleasure. He gripped the boy's erection, pumping it with every thrust. The kid gasped at the feel of rough calluses on soft, tender skin and Grimmjow could see he was starting to get close. That pleased the Espada, and he grinned wickedly as he ran his thumb over the teen's weeping erection, then gently fondled his sac. Ichigo convulsed with pleasure, his cock throbbing hard as he released between the two of them. But Grimmjow wasn't done, and he kept thrusting into the limp, spent teen. He dug his fingers into the teen's shoulders, raising thin lines of blood as he filled the body beneath him with his hot seed.
They lay there for a moment, just looking at each other. Grimmjow smiled in pleased dominance, savoring the expression on Kurosaki's face. It was a combination of pain, fear, anger and confusion. There were still tears on his face and Grimmjow leaned forward to gently lick them away before he pulled out of the teen. Ichigo groaned at the feeling and he grinned, amused.
"That was as good as I'd thought it would be." Grimmjow said, feeling pleased and sated as he gazed at the body of his new partner. Ichigo just glared at him, tears glazing his eyes. Grimmjow reached down and unlocked his wrists from the floor. "Get to sleep, Kurosaki. Oh, and you can't leave this room unless I let you." That was a function of the collar. If Ichigo tried, it would be like he'd run into a barrier. He'd only be able to leave if Grimmjow took him out.
"I hate you." Kurosaki said bitterly and Grimmjow grinned at the tone. Oh, yes, he remembered that tone like it was yesterday. It hadn't been Ichigo saying those words, though. Not even close.
"Yeah, I know you do. Now go to sleep, or you'll be hurting more tomorrow." Grimmjow lay down on his sleeping mat, pretending the sleep. He heard Ichigo move away and listened to soft sobs that finally tailed off into slower breathing. Opening his eyes, he sat up and saw the kid was sleeping beneath the barred window. No blankets, nothing to keep him warm, and as he watched a shiver went through the pale body. "Dumbass." Grimmjow muttered to himself as he stood and quietly walked over to the sleeping boy, draping his blanket over the shinigami. He watched for a moment, seeing the shivers ease and the fitful sleep turn into something deeper. Satisfied, he returned to his mat and picked up his jacket, using it to keep him a little bit warm.
He could sleep through the cold easily enough, but it was always better to be warm.
My ass hurts so bad right now.
I never expected that from shinigami. It's the simplest method to break someone, though, so I guess I should have. Not that they'd dirty themselves with touching my body. No, they used toys and shit. Toys, hah. Toys for a masochist.
Ichigo would probably say it serves me right. No, what am I thinking? He'd be appalled and pissed. He'd demand they stop, because he doesn't do shit like this. That would be kinda funny too, considering what I did to him…
No, still not laughing.
I still hate these chains. My arms are burning, my knees are hurting, my hair is sticking to my face and it itches. I hate the fucking itches. It's like another torture, not being able to scratch. At least they're letting me get some sleep now. Guess they were worried I might die if they didn't. Shinigami can die from lack of sleep, I wonder if an arrancar can? Probably. The clown faced bastard would know.
I want to see Kurosaki again. I want to rub my face over him and lick his skin. I want to know he's okay. He wouldn't understand why, but I still want it. So fucking funny.
Not laughing…
"Rise and shine, beautiful." Grimmjow aimed a kick at the sleeping bundle, grinning as Ichigo made a small sound of protest. Thin daylight was oozing through the bars of the window, but none of it was hitting the teen. "I have your breakfast, dumbass. You gonna eat or should I feed it to the lizards?" That got Kurosaki to move a bit, and wary brown eyes peeked out from under the blanket. "Or eat it myself. This shit smells good." Grimmjow licked his lips, glancing down at the tray in his hands. It was human food, the stuff Aizen and his pet shinigami ate, so it wouldn't do much for him. But it still smelled delicious.
"No." Ichigo growled as he pushed himself out of the blanket, keeping it around his waist, then regarded the fabric in confusion before glancing at Grimmjow's sleeping mat. He saw the surprise and confusion as the teen realized where his blanket had come from, but Kurosaki took the tray without saying anything about it. "Eggs and bacon?" Ichigo questioned and Grimmjow shrugged.
"And tea. I'd'a gotten you coffee, but those bastards don't drink it and Szayel said if I keep raiding his supply, he'll use me for a guinea pig." For some reason, the crazy scientist was addicted to coffee. Probably a holdover from his living days. Ichigo nodded and began to tuck into the scrambled eggs. Grimmjow knew he couldn't cook, so he'd just scrambled them and hoped quantity would make up for quality. There were five eggs in there. Taking a seat on his mat he watched the teen eat, sipping his tea.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Ichigo said uneasily, the edge of his hunger blunted. Grimmjow shrugged, taking another sip of the tea.
"I like looking at you." He said, completely truthfully. Ichigo looked stunned for a moment before giving him a look of anger and disgust.
"Stay away from me, you bastard!" He said with an attempt at a growl and Grimmjow sneered. He'd done better growls than that, back when it was his turn.
"Just eat, Kurosaki." Grimmjow looked up at the window, letting the brat eat in peace. Then he grunted and fished under the mat for a moment, pulling out a battered old magazine and opening it. He caught Ichigo giving him an odd look and grinned. "What, you thought I couldn't read?"
"Um, no. But why are you reading an automotive magazine?" Ichigo asked and Grimmjow shrugged, looking at the pages.
"I like cars." He said briefly and grinned to himself at the look on the shinigami's face. It looked like he was frying some brain cells trying to get his mind around that. "Too bad this place doesn't have any cars. I could do some wicked shit with an engine like that." Grimmjow gazed at the pictures. Sometimes, his hands almost itched when he looked at magazines like this. It was a holdover from his living days, or maybe one of the souls he'd eaten had more personality than most. "Not that it could move faster than my Sonido, so I guess there isn't much point." That left him feeling vaguely discontented, but he shrugged off the feeling and turned to one of the articles. He'd read them all before, it wasn't like he had a magazine subscription, but it was still a way to pass the time. He glanced up to see Ichigo staring at him like he was a new and unsettling species before the teen went back to his food.
Finally the scrape of fork against plate came to an end and Grimmjow glanced up as the teen set down his plate. For a moment he debated just leaving to start his day, but then Kurosaki shifted and the blanket slid down a little, revealing a bit of orange hair before he grabbed it and pulled it back up. The sight kindled his hunger and, decided, he smiled before coming to his feet and pulling off his jacket again. Kurosaki's eyes went wide as the pants came off too.
"Grimmjow… my ass really hurts…" Kurosaki said with a hint of desperation. Grimmjow snorted, kneeling beside him and gripping the shinigami's chin.
"Yeah, it would, Mr. Ex-Virgin." He teased and was pleased to see the kid blushing. "But there's a lot of ways to have sex. This won't hurt a bit… unless you want it to. Do I need to pin you down or are you good?" That seemed to remind Kurosaki that his wrists were free and the kid suddenly tried to punch him. "Okay then."
With the collar rendering him almost powerless, Ichigo really didn't stand a chance. Soon Grimmjow had his arms locked behind him again and Kurosaki growled, then gasped as he took hold of the kid's cock. He was half-hard already, and a bit of oil hastened the process. Firm, smooth strokes soon had the teen keening softly and arching into the arrancar's hands.
"What… what… oh!" Kurosaki jerked as Grimmjow rubbed their erections together, and began to stroke them both at once. The delicious feel of flesh against flesh, the friction softened with oil, was absolutely wonderful. Grimmjow buried his face against the kid's neck, enjoying the heady, masculine scent of his chosen mate. "Fuck… you…" Kurosaki managed to gasp out and Grimmjow chuckled, letting the teen feel the vibration against his skin.
"They always say that…" He said, echoing the words that had been said to him, so long ago. Kurosaki opened his mouth to say something, but Grimmjow silenced him with an open mouthed kiss, sticking his tongue into the teen's mouth. Kurosaki promptly bit him and he enjoyed the pain and the taste of blood. He hummed in pleasure and increased the pace of the stroking. Ichigo gagged and let go as blood filled his mouth. "What, don't like the taste of blood? I fucking love it." Grimmjow groaned as he felt Ichigo's cock twitch in his hand, and saw the handsome boy under him tense and moan, his orgasm coming on quickly. The sight of his lover about to come sent a jolt of exquisite pleasure to his loins, and Grimmjow felt his balls tighten before his own orgasm hit him in a wave of pleasure. Kurosaki cried out as he released, and they came together, spilling most of it across the teen's chest.
"I… hate you…" Ichigo's voice was wavering and Grimmjow wondered if he would cry again. But it didn't matter. He nuzzled the shinigami's throat again, gently nipping the skin and lapping at a few beads of blood.
"Yeah, I know. But the way you say it is gonna change, Kurosaki. Take my word for it." Grimmjow grinned, pulling away from the spent teen. "Go take a shower. I can wait until you're done." Kurosaki needed it more, and he didn't think the kid would be willing to let them shower together. He wasn't going to leave his mate with drying semen all over him while he showered, either. Ichigo sniffed then bolted for the bathroom, giving him just a glimpse of a sweet ass before he vanished into the shower. Grimmjow laughed and lay back on his mat, listening to the water running.
He was looking forward to his own shower.
I told them everything today.
I'm not sure why. It's hard to say, this is what did it. It was just… everything. The drugs, the pain, the sleep deprivation, the rapes… I lost it. I told the woman everything she wanted to know, and answered her questions. I thought I was so tough, and maybe I was. I should ask her if I broke a record.
I'm not sure how long they've been working on me. Too long. I'm still in chains and I still hate them. I wish I thought things were going to get better now, but there's just no way. It'll be the scientist now. Fucking bastard. Not all of his shit hurts, though. Maybe I'll get lucky for a while. Maybe. Maybe not, too.
I want to see Kurosaki, but I can't tell him that. The fucker would want to know why, and the stupid kid doesn't even understand what I did or why I did it. It would put him in danger if they knew.
And I can't have that.
"You are a fool, Grimmjow." Ulquiorra's voice was emotionless as always, but there was clear disapproval in his eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, you've told me that a lot. What's it to you?" Grimmjow said, bored and annoyed. There wasn't anything around for him to kill, and Aizen didn't have any good missions for him, so he was in a holding pattern. That was nice in a way, Kurosaki was close at hand for tension relief, but he was starting to think he'd welcome a food run to get out and about. And he normally hated that shit.
"Does Aizen even understand what he gave you permission to do?" He asked quietly and that question set Grimmjow back on his heels. He'd phrased it pretty crudely, but he didn't think Aizen could have misunderstood. Was he wrong about that, though? Grimmjow's eyes narrowed as he replayed the encounter in his mind. Ulquiorra just waited and watched as the less than intellectual sixth Espada worked it through.
"Maybe he doesn't." Grimmjow finally allowed. "But if he had, maybe he would have said no. And I want to do this." He said and Ulquiorra closed his eyes for a moment.
"That is very foolish. Your instincts will push you to do something rash." He cautioned and Grimmjow frowned. Ulquiorra was right, but he still didn't need the advice.
"Whatever. I'll be fine." He said indifferently. The other Espada walked away, just giving up. A very Ulquiorra thing to do. Grimmjow drummed his fingers against his thigh for a moment then set off purposefully, towards his own quarters. It was time for some tension relief. Kurosaki's ass should be feeling better, it was time to enjoy him again.
And oh, he was going to.
I almost managed to escape today.
I don't give up, ever. Ulquiorra would say I'm a stupid fucking beast, but I don't care. I don't give up.
One of the guards got careless today. I don't think I killed him, but I did strangle him unconscious before I stole the keys. For the first time in a long time, I got out of those chains. Too bad I couldn't get the collar off. There was no key for that, so all I had was my hands and feet and determination.
It wasn't enough. I'm back in the chains again, but I still feel better. I'm not some broken torture toy. I'm still alive and kicking.
I'll get out of here. Somehow.
Grimmjow opened one eye at the sound of quiet sobbing.
He'd thought Kurosaki was getting past that. It had been a few weeks since Aizen had let him keep the kid as a private toy. Tonight they'd had sex, and it had been good. He hadn't needed to lock down the shinigami's hands this time, and Kurosaki's fingers had torn up his back as he'd returned the favor. He hadn't cried during the act. He hadn't cried for days.
But now he was, and Grimmjow could guess why. He was disgusted at himself for giving in. Sick at himself for giving up. The Espada knew exactly how that felt, and that meant it was time for him to do something about it.
Grimmjow slipped out from under the blanket so smoothly and quietly that Ichigo didn't know he was there until he wrapped his arms around the teen. He gently soothed the marks on Kurosaki's back with his tongue as the shinigami jerked with a gasp.
"Why are you doing this to me? Why?" Ichigo sounded like he was about to cry again and Grimmjow frowned. That wasn't something he had experience with, a question like that. A hollow wouldn't need to ask. It was just too fucking obvious.
"Because you're strong, Kurosaki. You're strong, and if I dominate you, I have everything I need." Grimmjow gauged the look on the kid's face and sighed to himself at the confusion. Ichigo didn't get it at all. "You want to know how I feel about you? Shit like that?" Kurosaki seemed to think about it for a moment then nodded hesitantly. "Words, wind, bullshit. I'm no good with words. I like show and tell better." Ichigo's eyes widened but Grimmjow ignored it, sweeping the blanket away and running a hand over a tight, lovely abdomen. Even after being cooped up for weeks, Ichigo was still looking wonderful as hell.
But this wasn't about what he wanted and it wasn't about his pleasure. It was about Kurosaki's pleasure and Grimmjow lowered his face until he was breathing against that soft skin and firm flesh. He gently lapped at the boy's navel, enjoying the taste of salt and the warm, masculine scent that he'd come to identify as Kurosaki. He slowly worked his way down, assaulting every inch of flesh with his tongue and lips before reaching his goal. The teen was at half-mast, and a few slow, seductive licks got him fully upright. Then Grimmjow ducked his head beneath, gently sucking on his warm sac.
"G-Grimmjow – ah – " Kurosaki groaned and fingers tangled in soft blue hair. "Wh-What are you – oh!" He went back to the kid's pride and joy, gripping the base and treating it like an ice cream cone he really wanted to eat. No, a pretty strawberry lollipop. He could lick it all off. "Grimmjow!" Ichigo sounded breathy now, undone by the pleasure. It was a wonderful sound and he responded by taking Kurosaki's cock into his mouth, as far back into his throat as he could. "Agh!" The kid arched and nearly choked him, until Grimmjow gripped his hip, holding him still. Tossing his cookies all over the brat would not be remotely sexy.
He slowly sucked, torturing Ichigo with the sensations. His throat was hot and tight, and from the kid's whimpers and gasps it was one of the best things he'd ever felt. Grimmjow hummed softly, letting the vibration torment his mate. Kurosaki surged up against his hold and Grimmjow gagged, but managed to take him in all the way. It hurt and it was a little hard to breath, but he didn't care. This wasn't about him.
When the kid came, it was fast and unexpected. Grimmjow almost choked again before managing to swallow it, milking the kid for everything he had. When he was sure Kurosaki was done he pulled away, breathing hard and wiping off his lips. He looked up and met confused, glazed brown eyes and sat up, leaning over to give the shinigami a kiss. It was deep and lingering and he was sure Kurosaki could taste his own semen on his lips.
Grimmjow was half-hard from the spectacle and Ichigo paled as he glanced down and saw it, but the Espada just patted him on the head and lay back down on the mat, facing away and pulling the blanket over himself. There was a confused silence behind him and he smiled to himself before dropping off to sleep.
This was progressing nicely.
The drugs are killing me. Literally.
I stopped breathing today. I couldn't draw a breath, and it was fucking horrible. I was panicking and trying so hard to pull it in, but I just couldn't. Then that bastard put a mask over my face, getting some kind of machine to do it for me. He must've been expecting it. Clown faced fucker.
It's getting to the point where I almost want to die. Not quite, I still have some life left in me, but… almost. I wonder if I could find a way to kill myself. I'd have to get free again and they're being pretty damn careful after last time.
At least I can sleep. Clown face isn't doing any 'endurance testing' these days. Not sure what he is getting out of the experiments and I really don't care. He's another like fucking Szayel, loves to hear the sound of his own voice. Unfortunately, he can talk and experiment at the same time. So I'd rather not listen to the fucker.
Kurosaki, where are you? I saved that bitch for you. Can't you do anything for me? Even a quick death? Ah, he probably doesn't even know I'm here.
And I can't let clown face know he'd care.
It wasn't totally chance that Grimmjow overheard the conversation.
Ulquiorra's warning had gotten to him more than he wanted to admit. So he'd taken to lurking around, keeping an eye on what Aizen and his pet shinigami were up to. So he happened to overhear them discussing Ichigo's eventual fate.
"…Should be nicely broken by now, with that beast Grimmjow raping him every day. What are you planning for him, Aizen?" That was Gin talking and Grimmjow's eyes narrowed. He wanted to snap the bastards neck. He sure as hell didn't understand what the Espada was up to.
"He should be almost lost to despair by now. I think I'll have to reclaim him from Grimmjow soon, and begin his transformation into an arrancar. I'm sure the Espada will be insufferable about it." Aizen sounded bored at the thought and Grimmjow ground his teeth together in frustration. Ulquiorra had been right. The bastard didn't understand a fucking thing.
"Just offer him a replacement. I bet the idiot would like Abarai Renji, and a mere fukutaichou wouldn't be too hard to catch." Grimmjow had heard enough. Making a snap decision, he walked out purposefully, towards the storage lockers. He needed to get some stuff.
He spent all day making his preparations. If anyone had been watching, it would have been obvious what he was up to, but everyone thought of him as a hot headed idiot. Planning wasn't supposed to be in his vocabulary. Ichigo looked at him curiously as he came in several times and dumped stuff on the floor, but the kid didn't question him, just flipping through his automotive magazine.
"Okay." Grimmjow looked out the window. It was nighttime, and most of the arrancar would be asleep. Not Ulquiorra, but he was pretty sure the bat would look away. "Come here, Kurosaki." The teen hesitated a moment but then gripped the blanket, using it to shield his nakedness as he walked over. He'd never bothered to get the shinigami any new clothes, and that still seemed to bother him. Grimmjow just snorted in amusement and reached out, unsnapping the collar in one quick move.
"Wh-what?!" Ichigo looked at the collar on the ground wide eyed, then blinked as his sword appeared in his hand. For one moment Grimmjow thought the strawberry was going to attack him, but Ichigo just gave him a look of shock and confusion. "Why?" He sounded completely lost and Grimmjow grinned at the expression.
"It's a prison break. Isn't it obvious, Kurosaki?" He opened one of the bundles and tossed the shinigami some clothes. They were generic Espada uniforms, meant for the numeros. Ichigo looked at the white cloth like he couldn't believe it was for him. "C'mon, put it on. Unless you like being naked now."
"Shut up." Ichigo muttered before turning away and dropping the blanket. A useless effort, since it gave Grimmjow a beautiful view of some stunning ass cheeks. But he was too busy to appreciate it anyway, gathering up his meager possessions. "Why would you help me get out? Is this some kind of trick?" Kurosaki asked and Grimmjow snorted.
"No fucking trick. Why would I need to trick you?" Grimmjow looked at the teen for a moment, wondering if he would understand. Probably not. "Aizen's going to turn you into an arrancar soon." Ichigo flinched. "He thinks I'll have 'broken you in'. He doesn't understand shit. He'd have to torture the living shit out of you, and he'd do it. I'm not going to let that happen. You belong to me, not him, and I don't let go of my things."
"I don't belong to you!" The teen flared and Grimmjow wanted to roll his eyes. "I belong to myself, you asshole!"
"You can belong to yourself and me at the same time, dumbass. Now come on." He tossed a bag over to Ichigo who looked at it in confusion. "That's food and crap, in case it takes a while to get you to safety. Now are you ready or not?"
"Wait, what about Orihime? I came here to save her!" Ichigo protested and Grimmjow grit his teeth with a small hiss. That… was bad. Ulquiorra would look away from him escaping with his own mate, but the bat would damn well not look away if he tried to get the woman. She was his responsibility. On the other hand, would Ulquiorra expect Grimmjow to go after her? Not a fucking chance. He might think Kurosaki would, though.
"This is giving me a headache." He muttered, rubbing his head. All that thinking. "Look, she's being well treated. Aizen has uses for her and Ulquiorra looks after her. If we try to get her out and the bat catches us, all the Espada will be onto us like a pack of rats. And Ulqui could probably do for us himself." Grimmjow took one look at Ichigo and realized he was wasting his breath. The kid had that way too familiar, focused, stubborn expression. The one that kind of reminded him of himself. "You are a fucking idiot and you're going to get us both killed." Grimmjow lamented, but he somehow couldn't be angry about it. That kind of idiocy was definitely his thing. "Fine, we'll go get her. But she better not be your girl or I'm going to be pissed." Kurosaki blushed then and muttered some quick and sincere denials. That assuaged Grimmjow's momentary jealousy and he grinned before ruffling the teen's hair. Kurosaki slapped his hand away with a scowl.
"You're so weird. I don't understand you at all, but I'll take your help." The teen said quietly and blue eyes met brown. Grimmjow shivered to himself at the intense feeling in those drowning brown eyes. "You'll have to explain this to me later. And no more show and tell."
"Yeah? How about pictograms?" Grimmjow pulled out a white cloak and tossed it to Ichigo, who pulled it on and put the hood over his hair. That pleased the Espada. The teen clearly understood that his neon orange hair would attract attention.
"They'd be obscene." Kurosaki muttered as they left the room. "Can you take these bracelets off?" He offered Grimmjow a wrist and the Espada blinked.
"Oh yeah." He took them off, but put them in his pocket. Unlike the collar, which Kurosaki would never put on again willingly, these little things could have some nice uses. "Now come on, let's go get the woman."
"Her name is Orihime." Kurosaki sounded offended and Grimmjow did roll his eyes.
"Whatever, don't care." They walked in silence then and he was glad. They didn't need to be babbling the whole way.
Sneaking past Ulquiorra was going to be tough enough as it was.