Hands of Fate

Title: Hands of Fate - Meant No Harm
Author: Shadow Arashi
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Ichigo x Grimmjow
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3612
Summary: A chance meeting turns the life of an Espada and a shinigami upside down. Kurosaki will stop at nothing to get what he wants, but will his prey give in?
Warnings: AU, shinigami!Grimmjow and arrancar!Ichigo. Dub-con in the beginning, smut, angst, breaking of a character and stockholm syndrome. Grimmjow may seem a bit OOC but I tried to explain why to the best of my abilities in the fic.
Disclaimer: Bleach and all its characters belong to Tite Kubo, this fic is written for entertainment only and I don’t make any profit of it.

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If Ichigo had ever thought that taming the shinigami would be easy after his initial demonstration of ownership, then the blue haired man quickly proved him wrong.

But he had expected nothing less from his prey. The branding had obviously done little to tame the wild blue haired male, the shinigami attempting to throw himself at Ichigo as soon as he had awaken.

Grimmjow had been flat out furious when he was shown the black six tattooed onto his back, the gothic number an echo of Ichigo's own rank onto his tanned skin. He had yelled and struggled, glaring murder at his captor and yanking at his his chains so hard that he draw his own blood, prompting Ichigo to knock him out before he injured himself too badly.

The Sexta had expected a challenge but nothing quite like the wildcat the man he had stolen away turned out to be. And now, as he gazed down at the exhausted form of his toy passed out on the floor, Ichigo couldn't help but marvel at the fire that slender form still contained after four months of captivity.

Grimmjow never backed down. In all four months he had spent locked in his cell he had never once bowed down willingly to Ichigo's power. He retaliated for every hits and every insults, was straining his mental and physical chains as much as he could and never hesitated to let Ichigo know exactly what he thought of his captor. Yesterday he even had the balls to throw his empty plate at the Sexta, narrowing missing his head. He had bared his teeth at him then, a clear challenge to his authority and making Ichigo's hollow instincts flare. Grimmjow had of course been properly punished.

If the shinigami's total lack of fear and refusal to obey the simplest of orders had been refreshing in the beginning, now it was becoming quite annoying.

The man's fire was still definitely entertaining though, Ichigo wouldn't have bother with him otherwise. But his attitude was causing him a world of pain as well, and not always by Ichigo's own hands. The shinigami was still bearing the marks of Nnoitra's last punishment from when he had had the bad idea of disobeying the fifth's order.

But, as the Sexta found out the hard way, nothing seemed to beat Grimmjow or scare him into submission.

Ichigo glanced down at the unconscious form at his feet, and swore to himself that he would break that cocky facade.

He would wipe that smirk right off that pretty face.

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It took one more month of working on breaking his toy before he saw any changes at all in his prey.

Except that the shinigami wasn't the only one changing. He never realized what was happening until Aizen's intervention opened his eyes.

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"Something is troubling you."

Ichigo cursed softly as Aizen's soft voice startled him out of his trance. Blinking, he realized he had once again lost himself in his thoughts, and right in the middle of a meeting.

"Forgive me." The Sexta said quickly, eyes downcast in apology.

He could feel Aizen's gaze on him and tried to ignore it while he got his brain under some semblance of order.

This loss of concentration was not new. It had been happening more frequently in the past month and, while he knew it was not acceptable for someone of his status, he just couldn't help himself.

Automatically his thoughts went back to the source of his distraction, an image of Grimmjow flashing before his mind's eyes.

He had believed the breaking of his new pet was going on smoothly at first, despite the troubles he had had in the earlier parts of Grimmjow's captivity. The shinigami had seemed to grow to listen to him more and more in the last month and if Ichigo was totally honest with himself, he was glad for the change of heart the shinigami was apparently experiencing.

It wasn't that he mind giving the shinigami his rightful punishment. Violence had never bothered him and Ichigo was perfectly aware that his pet wouldn't agree to serve him properly if he didn't affirm his superiority. However, he had found himself to be growing both more reluctant to use physical threats and restless.

And it had started so innocently enough too.

Somewhere along the way he had discovered, completely by accident mind you, that seemingly innocent touches were apparently quite disturbing for the shinigami and much more effective to control him. He had promptly began (and still was) abusing that knowledge every chance he got. Like the way Grimmjow shuddered oh so prettily under his hands when he grabbed the back of his neck, or the way he trembled when Ichigo was brushing his hands against his hips those times he was forgetting his place and lashing out at him and he had to pin him down...

And then there was the way that bright red blood of his looked on the shinigami's skin...

It made Ichigo's stomach feel funny more often than not, and he slowly began to resort to physical punishments less and less.

Grimmjow had steadily become less violent himself and more unsettled by his presence, obviously having noticed something was up. Ichigo would have been disappointed had he not picked up on the subtle change of dynamics between them. But what greatly surprised Ichigo was that the shinigami didn't take full advantage of the situation. Unpredictable as a storm, the man would randomly blow up at one thing, bucking at the proverbial (and sometimes physical) collar around his neck, before making a 180 and becoming accommodating.

But that wasn't the worst. No, it was those times when they were alone and Grimmjow would just look at him, and suddenly Ichigo would find his breath catching in his throat and his every senses in overload as if he was the prey rather than the predator.

It was those goddamn eyes of his that were driving him to distraction, driving him slowly crazy with questions and feelings he had never felt before. It was as if... as if Grimmjow was somehow playing with him, though he knew it couldn't be the case. And through it all he was growing restless, as if hungry for something without knowing what he was hungry for.

"Ichigo."

The Sexta raised his head quickly, only to realize he was alone in the meeting room with his lord.

"Aizen-sa-" he started, his cheeks growing slightly red with embarrassment.

"You are not in trouble," Aizen waved his concern away, his eternal smile tugging at his lips "however I'm curious. You have never been so distracted before. Is it your pet?" the former captain asked, watching carefully as Ichigo nodded tiredly.

"Yes... He just-"

Ichigo closed his mouth with an audible snap, frustrated at his inability to put his problem into words. It was on the tip of his tongue, he knew it.

"Perhaps, you are looking at it the wrong way."

The Sexta looked up at his lord, a questioning sound in the back of his throat.

"What do you feel when you are with him? What do you want to do to him?" Aizen asked, his voice even and gentle, calming, hypnotic even.

"I want to..."

Electric blue eyes

"Tear him apart?"

Wild hair the color of the sky

"No..."

A cocky grin

"Destroy him?"

A slender body that was all legs, defiant and teasing as it struggled beneath him

"No!"

Slender neck offered to his teeth as he threw his head back

"Dominate him? Make him submit?"

Strong arms wrapped around his shoulders and nails digging into his back as he claimed his prize and made that warm figure moan in ecsta-

Ichigo's eyes flew opened as he let out a loud gasp.

He blinked, disoriented and panting like he had just fought against a small army of lower hollows. Aizen was watching him silently, waiting for his Espada to get a grip on himself.

"Do you understand now?" Aizen said.

Ichigo nodded, once, eyes dazed with what he had just learned, and asked if he could be excused. He left as soon as he was allowed, his whole body burning with a brand new kind of fever.

He ran all the way to Grimmjow's cell.

Now he knew what he had to do.

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"Wake up"

Grimmjow woke up with a start, flailing about as he tried to understand what was happening.

He only succeeded in tangling himself even more in his sheets, his heart beating wildly and cursing at himself for letting himself be caught in such a vulnerable position (he had thought he was safe when his 'master' had left for the day, he should have know better stupid stupid-), before he found the source of his disturbance and whatever insult he had at the tip of his tongue died.

Kurosaki was straddling him, his face barely an inch away from his own, intense golden eyes staring at him with a heat he had never seen in them before. He opened his mouth, only to close it quickly when the man gave a warning growl.

Grimmjow couldn't find it in himself to protest or fight back this time however. Kurosaki was staring so hard he was practically devouring him with his eyes. At that moment and for the first time since his capture, Grimmjow honestly felt scared of the arrancar.

"I figured it out," Kurosaki finally whispered against his skin, fingers slowly tracing Grimmjow's face and down to his throat "I figured out what I want from you. What I need. I will truly make you mine this time. No more games."

He only had the time to blink before a hand grabbed the back of his neck violently and then Kurosaki was pressing their lips together.

Grimmjow's eyes widened in shock and he instinctively started struggling, something way too close to panic for comfort filling him as he pushed and kicked at the other man's body. Kurosaki refused to move however, the deceptively slender man pinning his wrists down beside his head instead as he literally attacked his mouth and throat with his lips and teeth.

The arrancar didn't lose time, quickly moving down to kiss and nip at his chest, going as far as trying to rip off his white yukata with uncharacteristic impatience to uncover more skin.

"Wait- stop!" Grimmjow yelled, a hint of fear tainting the fury his voice as he finally snapped out of his shock induced trance.

"Shut up."

Kurosaki's words vibrated against his skin, dark and heavy with promises that caused him to shiver beneath the arrancar.

The Sexta was like a man possessed. He tore at Grimmjow's obi when he reached his waist, tearing the rest of the white fabric away in his sudden fever like need to get at Grimmjow's body.

"Damn- knock it out! What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

Grimmjow writhed wildly, before he finally found an opening and kicked Kurosaki in the ribs. The hit wasn't very strong, most of it's effectiveness rendered null by the close proximity of their bodies. It only resulted in pissing off his captor and Kurosaki let out an animalistic hiss, grabbing Grimmjow's head and slamming it against the bedpost in retaliation.

Stars exploded behind his eyes and Grimmjow let out a low cry of pain, falling limply beneath Kurosaki. He was vaguely aware of cold finger against his skin, and then he was suddenly nose flat against his pillow as he was rolled over onto his stomach. His right arm was twisted behind his back, causing him to let out another cry of pain, and his bare legs were spread apart as wide as they could go. Then something nudged at his entrance, teasingly rubbing the soft ring of flesh as if testing and-

"Don't-"

Kurosaki slammed forward, forcing his way in and ripping him apart.

Grimmjow's chilling scream echoed into the room. Kurosaki purred.

"Mmmm... so nice and warm.... and mine, all mine."

The arrancar was raining down kisses all over his shoulders and his back but he could barely feel them, not with the pain splitting him in two. He had had his fair share of wounds before but this was nothing like it.

Grimmjow blinked, his eyesight becoming blurry with unwanted tears. It just hurt too much (but he refused to cry he just wouldn't give him that pleasure he will not-) until Kurosaki pulled out and thrust back in experimentally and Grimmjow's scream died into a whimper, his body rocking forward with the motion. All he could see was the white of his pillow, his face pressed forcefully against the soft fabric.

Kurosaki quickly found his rhythm and began picking up momentum as he slammed his throbbing length deeper and deeper with each thrusts inside the frozen shinigami, trying to open up the tense body into accepting him. Grimmjow's free hand grasped desperately at the bedsheets and when Kurosaki's movements inside him smoothed he knew he was bleeding.

"You... bastard..." he spat out weakly, though his own voice sounded far away to his own ears.

Blood trailed down his thighs, staining the bed around their trashing forms and he shuddered. Trembling, he attempted to push the man away one last time but Kurosaki tangled one hand in his hair and pulled his head back harshly, keeping him pinned in place as he merciless took his pleasure from him.

Another shattered cry escaped him as the arrancar used the leverage he had just gained to bury himself deeper within his tortured body. The hollow was resting most of his weight on his back now, forcing him to bend his spine almost to the point of pain as he used his natural flexibility to his advantage.

Grimmjow's breath grew erratic, the new position making it harder to breath and his struggles began anew. His lungs throbbed as panic once again took hold of him and he weakly writhe beneath his captor, mustering just enough strength to let out a howl of pain before he felt himself slowly losing consciousness from lack of air.

A low snarl and another sharp thrust answered him.

"Stop fighting me!"

The voice demanded - and he could have sworn it was tainted with something like fear as well - and this time Grimmjow obeyed.

He let go completely, growing limp and pliant for Kurosaki. He was hurt and dazed but not so far gone he couldn't see that dying now wouldn't accomplish anything. So he bit his lips and waited for Kurosaki to finish his conquest of his unwilling body.

The arrancar moaned, feeling the teal haired figure relax under his hands at last. Kurosaki took hold of the shinigami's hips and pulled him back flushed against him, using the new angle to slide deeper than before inside the shaking figure. He was finally enjoying full dominance over the person who had been driving him crazy for so long and he was basking in the feeling, enjoying all the little pants, the wet glistening skin and those wide, wide blue eyes...

Grimmjow shivered beneath Kurosaki's panting form but didn't dare move, only concentrating on breathing properly again while the orange haired hollow took his pleasure from him. Kurosaki finally stilled, a soft gasp his only warning before warmth spread through his body. Grimmjow refused to think about what it meant. He was only too relieved that it was over, and he refused to acknowledge the other man when he pulled out with surprising care or when he wrapped his arms around him in an affectionate parody of an embrace.

Kurosaki started laying little kisses down his neck again as he faded into unconsciousness and Grimmjow dimly thought that somehow, it was those kisses that disturbed him the most.

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Three weeks has passed since Ichigo had forcefully mated with the shinigami and the other man had yet to utter a single word to him. The blue haired shinigami was only sparing him cold indifference nowadays, and he didn't like it.

The reaction had taken him by surprise. He had been aware on some level that shinigami did things differently from hollows, however he hadn't expected things to go that badly. He hadn't expected the heavy feeling that settled in his guts when Grimmjow refused to so much as look at him the next day either. The blue haired man had curled up under the sheets without a word and refused his help to clean up the traces of their night together, refusing all attempts at communication.

Ichigo was a hollow though. He didn't regret what he had done per say. His instincts to claim the shinigami had been too strong and his emotions had been running too high at the time for him to ignore it. But now he certainly wished he had went about it in a softer way, or at least in a more appropriate manner that the shinigami would have accepted better.

He was basically back to square one and it was pissing him off. His duty suffered from his overall bad mood as well and he had successfully managed to scare even Nnoitra away from him so far. Ichigo was simply unable to get the night he had spend with Grimmjow out of his mind and was starting to consider taking drastic measures.

However, he would he lying if he was to say that there wasn't a little part of him that was pleased somehow. It was a sadistic sort of satisfaction, he was quite aware of that fact, but it just wouldn't have been any fun if his captive had just fell at his feet after their little session. The man's surprisingly quiet but definite rebellion taunted him and kept him enthralled, so that all he could think about was how to make him submit again.

Ichigo didn't want to break Grimmjow though, a fact he had come to term with when Aizen made him realize the depth of his obsession in the shinigami. What the Sexta really wanted was to reach the understanding that only flourish when the captive has yielded to his captor once and for all. To have the man willing in his arms, to drag him from his world of light into his own world of shadows and to keep him chained to his side forever...

And more than anything, he wanted Grimmjow to want it too. And Ichigo always got what he wanted.

The Sexta knew all the tricks, one of the numerous perks of being close to their leader and Gin-sama. He knew how to figure out what make someone tick and how to subdue a person without drawing blood.

He would have Grimmjow.

So he observed. He watched the shinigami, carefully monitoring his reactions and found, to his pleasant surprise, that Grimmjow still responded to kind touches just as well as he did before the whole fiasco started.

Thus Ichigo approached his prey again, beginning with small things.

First he decided to rely exclusively on soft, non threatening touches. Then he stopped punishing Grimmjow when the shinigami refused to listen to him and he kept the others Espada away from him. He also took over the duty of feeding him himself, basically spending his every waking moment with Grimmjow.

Ichigo was far from ignorant to the best methods of breaking a man. While it was not in his nature to play with the mind of his preys in such a way, the Sexta still knew that if you wanted to truly conquer someone you needed to chip away at their will first. And that this was most effectively done through kindness.

By taking over the duty of providing for Grimmjow's basic needs Ichigo became more than just his captor. He became Grimmjow's only chance of survival in a hostile and unknown territory. If the shinigami wanted to live he would have to rely on Ichigo and trust him to take care of him.

The shinigami resisted at first, but that was to be expected. Ichigo had anticipated his stubbornness and never relented, never got angry or lost his patience. It hadn't been easy but after a while he had managed to get the blue haired male to react to him once again, even it was only to scream at him.

When Grimmjow threw his plate of food away the Sexta merely cleaned up the mess. When he slapped his hand away Ichigo let him be, and respected the man's personal space. When he threw a tantrum he merely stood aside and let him exorcise his rage and pain.

But what he was truly waiting for, what he was watching for, were those moments where Grimmjow lost all control and caved under the pressure. The moments where the usually proud man cowered away from him with eyes like still bleeding wounds, shaking and terrified. It didn't happen often - Grimmjow was stronger than that - but in those moment where he was struck by painful flashback Ichigo could actually reach and touch him, both physically and mentally.

He would then wait until the shinigami stopped trembling, before slowly and carefully approaching him. If he was lucky Grimmjow would be too shaken to resist and Ichigo would pull the tense body onto his lap, gently running his hands through blue strands of hair that were growing longer with the months.

Holding that shivering frame was heavenly. The temptation of just throwing him down and ravaging him in his weakened state was very tempting, the effect he knew he had on that proud being intoxicating, but Ichigo was patient.

He could wait.

Wait until that perfect moment.


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A/N: I realize now that the way my story is written may seem a bit confusing. This is because the time line is cut with a lot of flash forward a few flashback (sort of, they are the lines in italic). The whole thing is meant to alternate from Grimmjow's and Ichigo's pov, though sometimes it mess up a bit. This is the reason why it's a bit confusing and fast. Grimmjow has lost all notion of time and Ichigo is being distracted. XD Beside, I really suck at writing long stories. I work better with scenes and short themes. So think of it as an anime where you don't see everything. I hope it's clearer now.