*Extra Note: A reader commented that there weren't any line breaks in this (guess they didn't transfer properly from my original file to here) so I am reposting this with the correct breaks. So if you've read this before, no part of the story has changed.

Author's Note: So…yeah, it's been forever and a day since I wrote anything, I know. Life's been crazy, what else can I really say? Anyway, this chapter took forever, especially with the sex scene. I thought that'd be pretty easy, but nope, I was wrong. I really don't know how other authors do it. Hopefully mine is ok. Anyway, without any further ado, here's Chapter 2!

XOXOXO

"H...Hueco Mundo?"

Ichigo couldn't wrap his mind around it. They were in Hueco Mundo? That was thousands of miles from Karakura. Fuck, they were closer to Africa than they were to home! How had they traveled that far and not noticed? Those drugs must have messed with his memory more than he thought. The only way off Karakura, which was part of an island country, was by ship or plane, and he didn't remember either of those!

He shuddered. The gaps in his memory were disconcerting. But back to the current problem.

"How the fuck did we get to Hueco Mundo?"

Ah, Shinji was just as mystified as he was. He looked over at the blond, gently taking one of his hands in his own, their panicked and unsure eyes meeting in mounting anxiety.

"Tch, how should I know? I don't even know where you came from, not that I really care. Now shut up, I'm fucking tired."

Gold and brown eyes glared at the blue-haired prince, who was unfazed and just leaned back in leather seat, crossing his arms over his chest as he closed his eyes.

"Wake me when we're getting close, Kenpachi. Until then, I don't want to hear a peep out of you two."

Ichigo continued to glare at him, but took the time to examine him; he was also more than aware the huge guard next to Shinji was watching them closely.

Grimmjow Something-or-other (seriously, what kind of last name was that?) gave off a very powerful aura; though being a prince, it had probably been instilled in him.

His skin was tan, most likely from a lifetime in the country's hot sun, and his face had a rugged quality to it. Strong cheekbones, a defined jaw and an elegant, but muscular neck made up his regal profile. His eyes were closed now, but Ichigo could still see their brilliant blue, like icy sapphires. The man's hair was a ridiculous – but frustratingly gorgeous – shade of summer-sky blue that cascaded down his back to brush his hips. The top of his head was covered by a clean white turban, but several rebellious strands peaked out and rested across his forehead. An oval brooch holding a huge sapphire and framed with tiny diamonds sat in the middle of his turban, strands of more sparkling diamonds running from the bottom of the brooch and wrapping around the back of the headdress. It was quite beautiful actually, and Ichigo found himself wanting to lean forward and inspect the jewelry even closer.

The man's clothing also had an elegance to it, being made of a very light but silky looking cobalt fabric that had intricate gold embroidery around the cuffs, hem and collar of the shirt he wore. Ichigo wasn't sure what the shirt actually was; it ended just past the man's knees, buttoned down the front to his sternum and had a stand-up collar; the buttons were gold, of course. Pressed, straight pants of the same material were underneath the strange garment, the same embroidery at its hems. And the man's shoes! They were deep blue slippers that were heavily embellished with more gold patterns and dotted with glimmering gems. They had enough bling on them to make Cinderella jealous.

Yeah, definitely clothes a prince would wear.

Brown orbs cast a glance at the huge man near the door. His clothing was much simpler and he wore a lot less than Grimmjow did. The man, Kenpachi if he heard right, only wore plain black slippers and very baggy black pants held up with a blue sash the same color as the prince's eyes.

A gentle squeeze to his hand caused Ichigo to look back at Shinji, who scooted closer until their hips met.

"Ichi, seriously, how the fuck did we get here?" he whispered. Ichigo didn't miss the fear that had crept into his voice.

"I really don't know, Shin," he replied just as softly, glancing between his friend, Kenpachi and Grimmjow. "I hardly remember anything after we got caught in Karakura. I don't remember being on a ship or plane at all, and I sure as shit didn't know we had been traveling this long." With the stops Ichigo knew they had made, it must have been closer to two weeks they had been held in captivity.

"Me either! This is fucking crazy! And what the hell could a Hueco Mundo prince want with us?"

Ichigo just shook his head, his own anxieties creeping in further as he held Shinji's hands tighter. "I dunno, Shin. I really don't know."

He wasn't sure how long they had been sitting in the car, but Ichigo was starting to get very anxious and pissed off. Seriously, Kenpachi hadn't said a word since they left the auction house, and Grimmjow had just slept the whole damn time. The orangette wasn't too happy no one had tried to explain where they were going or what they were expected to do when they got there.

Another thing that was making Ichigo uneasy was the longer they traveled, the further into the wilderness they got. The auction house had been in the desert, surrounded by sand, and since Ichigo wasn't an expert on the country, he thought the whole place would just be like the Sahara. But as time passed, more and more foliage had popped up, until they had been encased a dense, tropical forest. It wasn't dark within the trees; though the canopy was far above them, light spilled freely onto the dirt path they drove on. Ichigo could even hear birds and other animals, the cacophony of sounds a nice reprieve from the forced silence inside the vehicle. Still, the man was tired of sitting around not knowing what their fate would be. He really wished someone would-

"Aye, Grimmjow, wake up."

Ichigo and Shinji jumped when Kenpachi's guttural voice broke the long silence, surprising the shit out of them and waking the blue-haired prince up.

"Tch," he grumbled, uncrossing one arm to wipe across his face. "How far out are we?"

"About an hour I'd say," the bodyguard replied.

A frown pulled at Grimmjow's lips as he sat up straighter, pulling his arms up to stretch and sighed happily when a series of pops and cracks emanated from his back. The man didn't even bother to open his eyes as he sank back into the seat, letting his arms rest comfortably at his sides while he breathed deeply.

Ichigo waited several minutes, hoping the prince would say something...or at least do something besides sit there while they were on pins and needles.

He waited several more moments before his infamous temper got the better of him.

"Hey!"

Glacial blue eyes cracked open to pin him with a hard glare. Ichigo could have cared less.

"When are you gonna tell us what you bought us for?"

Grimmjow sneered before rolling his eyes, bringing his muscular arms up to cross in front of his chest again.

"Alright, alright, no need to get your panties in a bunch, Orangie."

Orangie? Orangie!? He'd show him Orangie, this pompous little fu-

"I bought you," the blunette studiously ignored Ichigo's menacing scowl to point at Shinji, "for a very special purpose. You will be a concubine for my brother, Nnoitra. I cannot tell you how manyauction houses I had to trek through to find a fucking canine that suited his picky tastes, but you, jackal, are the lucky one."

The blond and orangette just gawked at the prince like he was crazy, which he must be to think anyone in this car was going to be a concubine, much less Shinji.

"Oh, hell no!" the blond yelled, molten gold eyes alight with rage and an undercurrent of fear, his lips pulled back to show straight, blunt teeth; the Seki Seki had yet to be removed. "There ain't no way I'm laying down for some snot-nosed, arrogant piece of shit I ain't never met, prince or otherwise! You can't just fucking buy me and expect me to-"

A strong, tan hand shot out and snatched Shinji by the hair, pulling him from his seat and making him land roughly on the floor in a kneeling position.

Ichigo hastily moved forward, but a different set of arms blocked him. Kenpachi kept one hand on the boy's right shoulder, the other gripping his left forearm securely.

"Now you listen here," Grimmjow growled, his rugged face inches from Shinji's as he leaned forward, his hard blue orbs holding the jackal's gold ones in a serious stare. "I bought you, that means I can make you do whatever I want. I don't know how it is where you come from, but slavery is legal here. It doesn't matter how you got here or who sold you. You were kidnapped? Too bad. Sold off by your family? That sucks, but oh well. You were a prisoner of war and got sold off by the winning side? Well, you're probably better off. Unless you're pregnant, royalty or betrothed to royalty, which I'm sure neither of you are any of those, once you cross the border into this country, you're fair game. That being said, you both should be fucking happy I'm the one that bought you."

Ichigo didn't miss the moment blue eyes locked with his before flicking back to Shinji's again.

"You are both going to live in a palace. A palace! You know how many people would kill to live in one of those, much less in ours? I don't like bullshit, so I won't give you any. This country is harsh and we have some very strict rules and practices, but my family is not cruel, nor are they devious. You will be treated as slaves, for that is what you are now, but you will have respect if you show us the same. We will correct you, but we will not degrade you. Now, get back in your seat and both of you pay attention."

With that, he released Shinji from his grip, allowing him to right himself and sit back at Ichigo's side while Kenpachi moved away from the pair.

Blue eyes surveyed them for a moment before nodding.

"Alright, so now we have your role to discuss," Grimmjow sighed heavily as he looked at the orangette. "I'll admit, I bought you on a whim and I have no real need for another servant, much less a human one."

Ichigo was about to protest when the prince interrupted him; he was getting really tired of that.

"Can you do anything? Any skills?"

The youth was taken aback by the question, balking as he tried to come up with an answer.

Grimmjow helped him out with that.

"Do you know how to clean? Cook? Do laundry?"

Ichigo flushed at the man's exasperated tone, but nodded nonetheless. "Yeah, I can do that stuff..."

"Alright then," the prince grinned. Ichigo hated that he thought it suited the man much more than his serious frown. "I'll put you under Hanatarou then."

Ichigo could have sworn he noticed the barest of twitches from the bodyguard next to him.

"Now, with that out of the way, I guess I'll have to give you a brief rundown of the rules of the palace. The other servants can give you more in-depth instruction later," Grimmjow continued, relaxing back into his seat.

"First off, listen to your superiors. You," he pointed at Shinji again, "will answer directly to Nnoitra. He will be your owner, so he will tell you what to do." He ignored how the blond's eyes flashed at the mention of having an 'owner.' "If Nnoitra isn't around, you'll most likely answer to Yylfordt, who is his bodyguard and personal servant . With that in mind, if our parents tell you to do something, you do it. No exceptions, unless he directly tells you not to."

Blue orbs fixed on Ichigo next. "That goes for you as well. Our parents are the rulers of our kingdom until I take the throne, so their wishes must be followed. Otherwise, you will take direction for Hanatarou, who is the head servant and cook. I am sure he will be able to explain your duties better than I can."

The prince paused for a moment, seeming to go over what else he needed to impart.

"Since we have the time, I guess I can explain the layout of the palace a bit. Again, once you have met Hanatarou, you will get a tour and further details. Though you, jackal, will likely spend most of your time in Nnoitra's wing."

The blunette chuckled at the twin scowls he received.

"The palace itself has multiple wings. There are three family wings, one for myself, my brother and our parents. Nnoi's and mine are relatively close together, while our parents reside on the opposite end of the grounds. Each wing has its own bathing area, as well as a private one inside the royal bedrooms. There is a formal dining hall as well as a smaller dining area, which we use most often. The servants' quarters are separate, with their own bathing and dining facilities; those are near the kitchens."

Grimmjow paused, his eyes closing in thought. "The grounds themselves are fairly vast. We have several gardens, some for produce and others for meditation and personal pleasure. There are several ponds and rivers that sit within our domain. Many villages surround the border to the grounds; my family likes our subjects to be close so that we may rule properly, while still keeping the domain separate..."

The prince stopped again, looking to his guard. "Anything else I should mention, Kenpachi?"

The black-haired man chuckled, flashing sharp teeth at the young men sitting next to him. "Nah, I think ya covered the immediate stuff. They can figure out the rest later."

Grimmjow nodded, focusing his attention out the window for a moment before grinning.

"Well, boys, no more time for chit-chat, we're here."

Ichigo and Shinji flew over to the window, cramming against the glass to get their first look at the place that would become their new home; at least for now.

Slack-jawed, they took in the immaculate white monstrosity of stone, which sat amongst sprawling grounds of lush greenery and brightly-colored flowers. The palace itself was enormous, and Ichigo fleetingly thought all the residents in Karakura could fit easily within its walls. The structure was a pristine white with rich blue paint accenting the many spires, railings and overhangs. The building should have seemed so out of place within the lush forest, but it just made it look like something out of a dream.

The dirt path they had been driving on led to the front of the palace, where it curved around a massive fountain before the front steps. The polished white stone depicted large cats prowling upon a rocky peak, the basin so large it resembled a swimming pool.

Ichigo couldn't tear his eyes away from the majestic creatures that stood proudly within the sculpture, capturing his attention entirely. It made him wonder...

"Alright boys, welcome to your new home."

Ichigo jumped and turned to see Kenpachi had already stepped out of the vehicle, while Grimmjow was waiting for them to do the same.

With a large amount of trepidation and uneasy, Ichigo grasped Shinji's hand as they scooted off the seat and exited the car. Once outside, they could see more clearly the splendor of the building, leaving them breathless.

They only moved forward after Kenpachi nudged their shoulders, encouraging them to follow behind Grimmjow, who was already ascending the steps. They scrambled after him, not wanting to get lost in this massive place, no matter how reluctant they were to be there in the first place.

The blunette led them up the stairs, through an arched doorway and into an enormous open room that had several hallways connecting to it. The interior was a great contrast to the outside, as the walls were covered in beautiful patterns of deep blue, the pristine white only barely peeking through. The room was decorated sparingly with several small tables against the walls, a few beautifully crafted and painted vases with fresh flowers of varying hues and a large tapestry directly opposite the main door. Again, the subject matter contained big cats, but this time Ichigo could tell they were panthers.

The tapestry took up most of the wall and hung from a sturdy golden rob. The scene depicted five panthers dispersed within a rainforest. One rested lazily in the branch of a tree, another was sprawled out on a rock by a stream. One could be seen peeking out of deeper foliage, crouching low to the ground as if to strike at some imaginary prey. A fourth cat stood off to the side, not hidden, but not quite in the spotlight. The last panther was the main focus, as it stood proudly at the center of a clearing in the forest. It was the largest cat, as well as the only one that looked out at the audience. Ichigo found himself once again hypnotized, but this time his attention was captured by wise, brilliantly blue eyes.

"Oi, human!"

Ichigo jerked, silently scolding himself for losing focus in this place again, and turned to see Grimmjow scowling at him. "Stop staring and come on."

Ichigo glowered at the prince's back as he fell in step with Shinji again, who shot him a worried glance. He just shook his head at his blond friend and followed the older men as they navigated the many connecting hallways.

After too many turns and corridors to count, the prince stopped off to the side of an open doorway and gestured to Ichigo.

"These are the kitchens. Hanatarou should be around here somewhere." He smirked over at his bodyguard. "Why don't you go get him for us, Kenpachi?"

The grin that took over the man's face scared Ichigo and Shinji into taking a step back. He practically ran into the room, making the orangette and blond stare at each other in confusion before they were shocked by a high-pitched squeak.

"Kenpachi, please! Let go of me!"

The dark-haired man grinned proudly as he came back out carrying a small man over one shoulder, clearly enjoying himself. The smaller man was squirming uncomfortably, obviously trying to get down.

"Hanatarou."

The man stopped moving when Grimmjow spoke, peeking over his shoulder at the prince in alarm.

"R-Raja Grimmjow! I'm sorry, I didn't know you had summoned me," Hanatarou apologized hurriedly.

The blunette waved it off, gesturing lazily to the two men behind him. "Don't worry about it, Hanatarou. Anyway, we have two new residents. The blond is Shinji, he will belong to Nnoitra."

The younger man quickly looked at the aforementioned blond. The trepidation in his stare did not make either youth feel any better about the situation they were in.

"And the orange-head is..."

"Ichigo," the teen gritted out in annoyance.

"Yeah," the prince picked up, not caring that he'd forgotten his name. "He's a human and will be working under you. I just wanted to drop him off before I took Shinji to Nnoi's room."

Hanatarou squirmed again before Kenpachi finally put him down, making the short man squeak again when he openly groped his ass. Ichigo blushed right along with the poor fellow, who quickly moved away from the giant and went up to Ichigo.

"H-hello, my name is Hanatarou, as you know. It's a pleasure to meet you, Ichigo. I will do my best to help you adjust here."

Ichigo nodded awkwardly and shook the offered hand, making a note that this fellow was probably not a bad guy.

With that introduction out of the way, Grimmjow grabbed Shinji's arm and gestured to Kenpachi to follow him. "Ok, time to get down to business. You need to get cleaned up and changed before Nnoitra gets back."

The blond stumbled as he was dragged along, looking back at a startled Ichigo.

"Hold on a minute! You can't just haul him off like that! When am I gonna see him again?"

The prince paused and glanced over his shoulder in annoyance before he sneered, "First off, I can do whatever the hell I want, if you haven't picked that up already. Secondly, he belongs to Nnoitra, so if you want a play-date with your friend here, take it up with him, 'cause frankly, I don't care. And thirdly, he'll be staying in a different wing from you, not another country. Calm down and shut up, because you'll be seeing him before you know it."

He left a stunned orangette in his wake as he resumed his trip to his brother's side of the palace. He didn't have time to help some dumb human get over his separation anxiety.

XOXOXO

Shinji was fucked. Truly, royally fucked; no pun intended.

He was currently chained to a humongous four-poster bed in the middle of an equally massive room.

This place is big enough to fit my entire fucking house, he thought absently.

After Grimmjow had pulled him away from Ichigo, he had been led through countless more hallways before they stopped in front of a large, intricately-carved wooden door. The blue-haired man had gone inside to fetch his brother's main servant, who turned out to be a handsome blond man named Yylfordt. With quick orders to make him 'presentable,' the prince had left along with his bodyguard.

Shinji scowled to himself. Yylfordt had been nice enough, professional but compassionate in a quiet manner. He seemed to understand Shinji's plight when he told him the story of how he and Ichigo had come to be there, but the man hadn't offered much help with the situation. He had simply, but not unkindly, offered the idea that they should make the best of it, as it was hard to leave the employment of a royal house in this country. He had also said it was very hard to get out of being a concubine, especially from under a master like this Nnoitra guy.

The older blond had offered some good insight into what the man he was to sleep with was like, though Shinji wasn't sure if he was relieved just yet. Nnoitra was the first son of the royal house, but had relinquished his inheritance to his younger brother years ago; Yylfordt hadn't gone into the why, just saying he would find out from his master if he chose to explain.

The birthday boy would be turning 27 tomorrow, the blond happily informed, and it was apparently not uncommon for him to get a slave as a present. He had two other sex slaves, who the prince had picked himself, who resided in their own rooms further down the hall. Yylfordt explained Nnoitra slept with them equally and they were well cared for, not wanting for anything. He told Shinji he would likely be allowed to do what he pleased when he was not "in service" to Nnoitra after the initial "settling-in phase." It was all a big load of crap as far as the younger blond was concerned, but he admitted begrudgingly it could be much worse.

When he voiced that opinion, Yylfordt had agreed with a sad smile.

"Slavery can never be a good thing, Shinji, but it also doesn't have to be a truly bad thing," he had said. The older man had assured him Nnoitra would never purposefully harm him, and the queen did not tolerate violence towards the slaves within her domain. This was not a practice everywhere, Yylfordt cautioned, but they had been "lucky" to be chosen by Grimmjow to stay here.

Yeah, lucky was one word for it…

Somehow though, Shinji couldn't see much of an upside right now. Let's face it, he had been sold into slavery in a foreign country with his best friend, and he was supposed to sleep with some guy he didn't know who was, oh yeah, a fucking prince who was starting his own damn harem. So he didn't have to worry so much about being whipped and beaten for disobedience, that's great. But he still had to have sex with a man who likely thought he was a god just because he was royalty, and that just wasn't what Shinji had planned on doing with his life. He wasn't some fucking sex object to be used!

Grimacing, he looked down at himself for what had to be the hundredth time since his bath. After Yylfordt had helped him wash up in what had to be the largest in-ground bathtub he had ever seen, the older blond had made him dress in the skimpiest outfit he had the misfortune of wearing. It couldn't even be called clothing, for heaven's sake!

His attire was mostly made up of jewelry. A gold band fit snuggly around each of his arms, between his elbows and shoulders, while two gold chokers fit comfortably around his slender neck. Twin ankle bracelets jingled as he tucked his feet under him, trying to get comfortable. The black Seki Seki bracelets that still adored his wrists were joined by more bracelets of gold, four on each hand. A thin strip of purple gossamer fabric covered his front and backside, held together by fine golden chains connected to a toggle clasp that could be easily undone. A matching square of fabric covered the lower half of his face, more gold chains hooking over his ears and around the back of his head.

Then there was the piece de resistance, the heavy gold chains attached to his overly-adorned wrists that were locked to the top of the ornate headboard, which offered him some mobility, but kept him securely on the bed.

He huffed as he squirmed around on the plush (ok, heavenly) deep purple sheets, pushing his back against the numerous pillows that decorated the headboard. His eyes anxiously looked to the right, where the similar see-through purple curtains were pulled away to give the eldest prince the perfect view of his new toy when he came in.

Shinji exhaled harshly, slumping against the bed in defeat and sadness. He only took solace in the fact that Ichigo would at least be spared this fate.

XOXOXO

Nnoitra hurried down the long corridor toward his room, his robes swishing loudly as he tried not to break out in a run. He was practically dancing with glee at the prospect of seeing, and meeting, his birthday present.

When he had gotten home from training in the practice arena, Yylfordt had been waiting for him at the main door with a message from Grimmjow and a key.

He chuckled as he clutched the small note in his hand tighter. Typical of Grimmjow to leave him guessing, making him curious as a cat with his brief, scribbled message of: You owe me. Happy Birthday, dickhead.

He knew Grimm didn't really mean it, though he probably would ask for some favor in the future. The big baby was just mad he had to actually look for his present, not just treat him to whatever meal the dark-haired man wanted like usual.

But Grimmjow knew his tastes, so he was sure his brother hadn't let him down by getting him someone totally unfit to become one of his consorts. He sped up when his bedroom door came into view. Damn, he was getting hard just thinking about the possibilities that lay beyond that threshold. What would the man look like? Blond, for sure, but long or short hair? Tall or short? Muscular or skinny? And what would his personality be like?

Nnoitra scoffed under his breath as he reached his door. Only one way to find out. He quickly straightened out his clothing, fixing his ivory robes and shalwar* before touching the patch over his left eye, making sure it was in place. Seizing one of the door handles, he confidently stepped through the portal and was immediately met with the image of his prize.

Oh-ho, and what a prize this boy was. Grimmjow did not disappoint.

Reclining amid his vast collection of pillows, across his silky sheets, was one of the loveliest men he had ever seen. Traditional gold adorned the slender body of the young man, the bits of sheer silk in his preferred color complimented his peachy skin and bright hair perfectly. The man's expression was, unsurprisingly, a mix of anger, surprise and a touch of fear.

Nnoitra held back his amused chuckle. He didn't know where the creature had come from, but it was normal for a slave to feel anxious and unsure in a new environment, especially when one was to become a royal concubine.

The taller man stepped further into his room, closing and locking the door softly behind him. He didn't miss the small flinch the blonde gave, or the way he scooted an almost unperceivable distance further away from him.

Nnoitra stared at him a moment more before schooling his lecherous grin into something more pleasant.

"Hey, sexy."

Well, maybe not the best thing to say at the moment, but he chuckled at the shock in the blond's eyes.

"What's your name?"

The other man's eyes quickly flickered from surprise to anger, his plump lips pressing into a thin line as he glared at the prince.

"Aw, come on, sweetheart. No need to be that upset," Nnoitra prodded with a grin as he came closer to the bed.

A blond eyebrow twitched as the boy's face grew stonier, but he just scooted further away.

Part of the dark-haired man was started to get a little annoyed, yet he knew from experience that not all slaves accepted their roles immediately. He knew he was a good master, downright fantastic when it came to the "loving" department, but most people were weary of new owners. Especially dogs.

That made him pause. "Hey, Grimmjow never told me. What kind of dog are you?"

The boy stiffened abruptly before he exploded, his honey orbs flashing like hot gold.

"I am not a dog, you fucking asshole! I am a jackal, a golden-furred jackal, I'll have you know! And who the fuck do you think you are, huh? 'No need to be that upset.' I've been fucking sold into slavery with my goddamn best friend for some unknown fucking reason, and I was just trying to protect him! Now I've been told I'm supposed to be a goddamn sex slave for some rich, pompous, narcissistic prince from a country I've only heard about in history class!"

The blond was huffing after his outburst, his eyes a little less severe, but emotion was still rolling off him in waves.

Nnoitra's face was slack as his mind began to piece the angry words together. So, Blondie had been sold off with his b.f.f. and nobody knew why? That was pretty strange. Slaves got sold all the damn time, for money, out of spite, for a political move or any of the other countless reasons, but they almost always knew why they were sold off. As the end of the rant caught up to him though, he began to get pissed. He hadn't done anything to the man (yet), so to have this rage taken out on him was unfair and uncalled for. Secondly, he was to be the guy's master and, while he had sympathy, he knew he was a good man. He knew he deserved more respect than what the blond was giving him now.

"While I can understand all that, I'm not the one that sold you, nor am I the one that bought you. I may have asked for a slave, but I did not pick you out, so do not be getting mad at me," he paused to collect himself, trying to make his tone a bit lighter and shake off the remnants of anger. "And once you get to know me, I'm a pretty nice guy. At least I think so. My other concubines like me and enjoy my company. I won't ask you not to have a life of your own here, but I will expect you in my bed when I call upon you. You're free to go-"

"A pretty nice guy? How can a 'pretty nice guy' have slaves, much less sex slaves, huh? And you'll allow me to have my own life, while I'm fucking serving you and kept within these walls? That's like saying a bird in a cage is free, just because it is provided for. I'm not a pet! I'm not a slave! I will not bow down to some guy I don't even fucking know. I don't care if you're a prince, a king or the president of the world! What kind of fucking country is this? Your brother said slavery was fucking fine here, that what and who we are doesn't matter! We have rights! You people can't just sell others off like furniture! I don't want to stay in a box for the rest of my life, or until you get tired of me and throw me away like some piece of old trash! I'm not an idiot, you know! I don't care what Yylfordt said, this place is perverse, and so are you to just snatch up whoever you please for your own physical satisfac-"

The boy was forcibly cut off by a heavy weight bearing down on his shoulders, pressing his slender body into the mattress. He was lying flat on his back, his arms at his sides and his bright eyes wide in awe and fear at the creature on top of him.

A wolf. A fucking huge black wolf was above him, snarling and baring its fangs as it pushed him further into the plush bedding.

No, not it. He.

He trembled faintly as Nnoitra's voice rose above the snarling and growls.

"You will not disrespect my country! You will not disrespect my people, my kingdom or my family! And you will never, ever disrespect me again, do you understand?! I do not ask you to be happy here, nor do I ask you to submit in full and grovel at my feet. I have not asked anything of you, except to come to my bed when I call you. That is all I ask, for that is now your duty! I do not ask you to like me, love me, love my home or this land, but I will not permit such disrespect, simply because you are going through a hard trial in your life! I am deeply offended by many of the things you stupidly let slip from your insolent tongue, but I will not address those things now. I came here to meet you, introduce myself and partake in the pleasures of your body. This is your role and I am not a brutal man, so I will have no pity for you on that front. There are many worse fates for you than sharing my bed. Now will you be silent and accept your position, or must I again be assaulted by your mindless drivel?"

XOXOXO

Shinji's mind couldn't choose between scared shitless and aroused beyond belief. The man - wolf too, apparently ‑ on top of him was terrifying in his fury, sure, and the blonde felt a tiny bit ashamed he had brought the man's homeland into his tirade. But it was not only the fury that had sent his body into shudders. It was that heavenly scent that was now pouring off the creature before him. It was like pine and ash trees and rich soil mixed with a warm musk. His eyelids fluttered as he lost control of his body and leaned upward to bury his nose in that thick pelt, where he breathed in deeply and moaned softly in bliss. Why, oh why, did the wolf prince have to smell so damn good? To find such a fine specimen of Vasto Lorde Quinto Arrancar was amazing, and a small voice in his head whined that it had to be the man who would become his master in this foreign country.

Nnoitra had been close to livid when the boy had lashed out at him. How dare he disrespect the third kingdom of Hueco Mundo?! It was outrageous, as well as treacherous, no matter whether he was an outsider or not! He had half a mind to bite the damn whelp, despite him being a lovely soon-to-be concubine. Nobody spoke to him that way, no-

He was pulled up short when a dainty nose nuzzled into his left shoulder. The prince's lone eye widened drastically when he heard a beautiful moan spill from the blond's lips before the boy tried to bury his face further into his pelt. Nnoitra grunted and stepped back slightly, drawing a disappointed whimper from the body beneath him.

The prince couldn't believe what he was seeing. The youth who had been so belligerent just a moment ago was now blushing gently, his face softened into an erotic expression of lust, his orbs shimmering like liquid honey. His breathing had picked up slightly and he was looking very...needy.

Shinji sat up slowly and moved closer to the wolf, sniffing around his neck again. "Ah, you smell so good."

Oooh, so that was it. The blond was coming undone by his scent. He could imagine that having a Vasto Lorde so close, especially when his pheromones had been pumping out due to his rage, was affecting the fellow canine greatly. Nnoitra grinned, knowing this would only make his goal easier to achieve.

He let the blond pet his dark fur and snuffle him a little longer before he carefully rubbed his nuzzle against the side of his alluring neck. The boy sighed in contentment and wrapped his arms around furry shoulders, hands fisting lightly in the warm pelt. Nnoitra pushed his wet nose against the blond's cheek, making him giggle when he gave him a small lick.

God, but the youth tasted good. He couldn't wait to sample the rest of him. Sniffing at his neck, the prince had to hold in a growl. He needed to get those damn Seki Seki cuffs off so he could smell the boy properly!

Mindful of the body beneath him, he reverted back to his humanoid form, making sure to pump out more pheromones to keep the boy distracted. He dipped one hand into the pocket of his pants, pulling out the key to the cuffs. He trailed long fingers up the blond's sides, catching his wrists gently before pressing him back down into the mattress. He sucked and nipped at the youth's neck, enjoying the breathy moans as he carefully undid one bracelet, then the other. Quickly grabbing the discarded cuffs, he shoved them as far under the pillows as he could reach. With that out of the way, he could really focus on his prize.

He moved upward and pushed the sheer mask off the boy's face so that he could capture plump lips with his own, immediately seeking entrance into that enticing mouth with a gentle prodding of his tongue. The blond put up no resistance, meeting the warm muscle with his own. Nnoitra groaned as their tongues began a hot, feverish dance. The boy tasted divine and, with the absence of the Seki Seki, he could finally smell the pheromones that were beginning to waft off his skin. He smelled like desert air, sand, dusty earth, dry grass and juniper. It intoxicated him, making him deepen the kiss as his hands sought out supple flesh.

He allowed himself to explore the being under him, caressing his arms, neck, ribs and hips. He stroked one leg and guided it to wrap around his waist, while his other hand found a pink nipple. The youth moaned into the kiss, arching up into him for more contact, more sensation. Nnoitra couldn't stop his grin as he flicked and twisted the nub, pulling more delicious sounds from the boy.

When his cock gave an angry twitch, he decided to move things along. Pulling away from the beauty's mouth, he kissed and nipped down his neck and collarbone before he pulled the abused nipple between his lips. The boy groaned headily as he lapped and suckled the sensitive flesh, blowing on it gently before giving its twin the same treatment.

The blond was moaning and whimpering almost constantly now, his hips arching to rub against Nnoitra's groin. The prince could feel his erection pressing against his own, urging him to continue. He licked down the boy's belly, then pulled away to evaluate his work.

Syrupy orbs were barely open, need and submission shining in their depths. Peachy skin was flushed and shimmering with a thin layer of sweat. Blond locks fanned out across his rich plum sheets, creating a halo of gold that framed the youth's debauched features. Rosy nipples still gleamed with his saliva, and Nnoitra's mouth watered at the sight of the boy's erection standing proudly under the sheer loincloth, the outline clearly visible and pre-cum darkening the fabric where his tip rested.

He swooped down for another kiss, stealing the boy's breath while he fumbled with his robes, tugging them from his frame and tossing them to the side. Breaking the kiss, he rested his head against the boy's and met those lust-filled eyes.

"You never answered me. What is your name?"

The blond blinked slowly, his breath coming in short pants. "Sh…Shinji."

Nnoitra smiled, giving him a quick peck. "Alright then, Shinji. Here's where it gets really good."

With that, he snuck a hand under the meager covering and began to slowly pump the boy's cock. Shinji gasped and instinctively tried to close his legs, but the prince was firmly between them, not allowing him to escape the pleasure. He peppered more kisses across heated skin as he savored the sweet sounds pouring from Shinji's lips. Dipped his other hand into his pants pocket, he withdrew a small jar of oil. Unscrewing it between two fingers, he dipped them in and made sure they were generously coated. He wasn't sure if the boy was a virgin or not, but he would be gentle regardless. He did not enjoy seeing his lover in pain.

He sought those supple lips again as he moved his fingers below the loin covering, swallowing the gasp when he circled Shinji's entrance. He gently breached the tight ring with one finger, pumping it in and out in time with his strokes. The boy keened and squirmed as he fisted his hands into the soft bedding. Nnoitra continued to dominate his mouth as he added a second finger, and then a third. He sped up his strokes, pulling more pre-cum from the boy, which made the action almost frictionless. After several more minutes, he deemed the boy ready.

Giving one final pump, he pulled both hands away, drawing a needy whimper from the blond. Chuckling, Nnoitra gave him a final peck before unclasping the loop on the boy's side.

"Hold on a second, sweetheart. I need to get rid of a few things first."

Shinji watched him as he pulled the loincloth from him, adding it to the pile on the floor. He almost drooled at the sight of the boy's cock standing at attention and dripping pre-cum with every twitch. Sitting back on his knees, he untied the sash around his waist and then removed his pants. His dick had been throbbing long enough, and he sighed as the cooler air hit it. He looked up when he heard a gasp, grinning when he saw Shinji eying his cock hungrily. The prince quickly positioned himself between those warm thighs again, dipping his fingers back into the oil and coating his length before he recapped it and set it aside.

He lined his erection up with Shinji's twitching hole, flicking his one eye up to meet his.

"Ready?" Of course that was rhetorical, there was no way he was gonna stop now, but it was a decent thing to ask.

The blond inhaled shakily and nodded.

Nnoitra pushed forward in a steady, single thrust. When his balls met Shinji's ass, he paused and shivered, trying to give the boy time to adjust. God, the man felt amazing. His insides wrapped around his cock perfectly, the heat and tightness incredible. He glanced down at Shinji, watching his expression move from discomfort back to pleasure. Golden eyes meet his, a flash of annoyance making them spark like lightning.

"Move."

Nnoitra chuckled as he pulled almost all the way out, then pushed his cock back inside Shinji's tight hole. He started off with a steady rhythm, moving continuously in and out of the blond, kissing and touching him constantly. Shinji moaned with each thrust in and sighed with every outgoing pull.

The older man kept up that pace for an unknown amount of time, but eventually it had to end. Shinji's pants became harsher, his hips moved to meet Nnoitra's thrusts. Gold chains and jewelry tinkled as the youth's hands explored the prince's flesh, finally taking the opportunity to map out his partner's skin. Nnoitra grunted as Shinji nipped as his neck and ran slim digits through his long black hair.

"Please," the blond breathed. "Harder. Fuck me harder, Nnoitra."

Hearing his name tumble from those beautiful lips pushed the man to slam into the boy, his tip nailing his prostate with deadly accuracy. Shinji screamed in pleasure, hurriedly begging for more as Nnoitra sped up his thrusts to meet their bodies' demands. They were both breathing harshly now, the blonde moaning and gasping in rapture as the prince groaned and growled in ecstasy. His pace grew punishing and his hands grabbed the boy's hips to pull him further onto his cock. Shinji garbled unintelligibly, lost in pleasure as his hands fisted further into the sheets and his toes began to curl into the fabric.

Knowing the end was swiftly approaching, Nnoitra released one hip to pump Shinji's dick furiously, his pride needing him to make the blond cum first. The youth screamed and cried out in bliss, trying desperately to fold off his orgasm. Nnoitra was having none of that though and angled his hips to hit Shinji's prostate with each thrust. He rubbed the youth's tip hurriedly, pushing his thumb into the slit.

Shinji cried out and spasmed, spilling his seed over Nnoitra's hand and their bellies. The prince grunted and shouted when those moist walls clenched around him, pulling his release from him. They both stilled for several moments, waiting for their climax to subside and the spine-tingling sensations to recede enough for them to breathe once again.

Nnoitra recovered first, pulling his spent dick from Shinji's entrance and wiping his hand on the sheets. He flopped down next to the blond and pulled him closer, enjoying the afterglow and the heat emanating from the boy's body. They both just laid there for several minutes and allowed their breathing to even out.

Just as Nnoitra was starting to drift off, Shinji snuggled into his chest.

"I still don't know about 'a pretty nice guy,' but you are pretty good at sex."

A smile twitched across the prince's lips as he pulled the blond closer and kissed his forehead, closing his eye as he listened to Shinji's breathing even out in sleep.

"You're damn right."

XOXOXO

Ichigo followed Hanatarou down yet another long passage, his mind flipping between listening to the short man and worrying about his friend.

"So down this hallway are the servants' quarters, where many of the servants sleep. Personal servants like Yylfordt or Isane have their own rooms near their masters, but your room will be down here. Now, I'm not sure what Raja Grimmjow told you, but I will assume it wasn't too much. Usually the head servant, myself in this case, informs the new servants of their duties and shows them the ropes. But don't worry, we'll start off slow and get you used to everything. We can figure out your best skills and match them with the appropriate tasks. We have gardeners, cooks, maids, stable hands, and decorators, servants that help with the royal documents and many other things around the palace, so it won't be hard to find something for you to do."

He paused outside a door with the number 15 engraved into it. Ichigo looked around, seeing all the doors here had numbers of them. This corridor went further down then branched off to the left and right.

Hanatarou opened the door, gesturing for the orangette to step inside.

He was greeted to a modest-sized room, empty except for a dark wooden dresser, a full-size bed, a small desk with a chair and a reading lamp. A little window let in the afternoon light, making the space seem a bit more open.

"Now remember what number you are. None of the numbers actually mean anything, except for number 1, which is my room. The head servant always has that number, so everyone will remember where to find them. I will grab some new clothes from the laundry room, then show you around some more, ok?"

Ichigo nodded silently and waited for the man to leave before he sat down heavily on the bed. He fingered the blue sheets distractedly, his mind so full and yet so empty at the same time.

He found himself wondering, not for the first time today, how his life had come to this. He thought of his sisters, his father, Yoruichi, Shinji, his hometown, and all of the events that had happened since this morning. He just wanted to curl up, fall asleep and wake up to all of this being a bad dream. He sighed tiredly and rested his head in his hands.

How the hell were they going to get out of here?

XOXOXO

A/N: Ok, there are a few notes for this chapter. Firstly, when Arrancar talk in their animal forms, their mouths don't move with the words. If you've ever seen Princess Mononoke, it's like when Moro and the other animal gods speak. The words are projected, but their actual mouths still growl and whine, etc. Secondly, Arrancar are divided into three main classes: Gillian, Adjuchas and Vasto Lorde. These match up to the classes in Sex Pistols (light, middle and heavy seed, respectively.) There are a couple other classes, but I will get to those later on. Arrancar are also separated into types or families. "Quinto" means canine here. Again, more will be explained later (Btw, anyone wanna guess what type Grimmjow is? Lots of hints in this chapter.) *Shalwar = Loose pajama-like trousers. The legs are wide at the top, and narrow at the ankle. Think harem pants.

So…what do you guys think?