Crush: Uke Ichigo Collection

Pairing: Very one sided Grimmjow x Ichigo

Summary: While in Hueco Mundo, Ichigo makes a deal for Orihime’s safety. Grimmjow is psychotic in this one, so be warned!

Beta’d by d3m0nang3l1106- thanks!

Review Replies:
Nusku- Sometimes I feel bad for what I do to Ichigo, but it only happens for a second and then I’m back at it again :D
Nestly- I’m glad you liked it! The first chapter for the StarkxIchigo story will be released once my beta gets finished with it, no worries!
Anon- I know, Ganju really did get the short end of the stick, didn’t he? Ganju would be handsome but his features are a little too defined.

WARNINGS!!! Yaoi, smut, rape, blood, cursing. All in all, very disturbing themes.

Equivalent Exchange

Ichigo cursed as Grimmjow attacked him brutally, smashing him against the wall and forcing him to drop Zangetsu. He had lost. Staring up at the blue-haired espada, Ichigo refused to look away as Grimmjow grinned manically and pressed his sword against the vizard’s neck.

“I win.”

Ichigo glared. “I won’t let Inoue be harmed!”

“Oh no?” Grimmjow snickered. “Is that what you’re concerned about? Then let’s make a deal.”

“What sort of deal?” Ichigo asked suspiciously.

“You let me fuck you and the girl won’t be hurt.”

Ichigo opened his mouth to immediately refuse, but then stopped. The very thought disgusted him, sex with his enemy. With his male enemy. But then again, if he couldn’t even beat Grimmjow, he had no chance to protect Orihime.

“Fine.”

Grimmjow smirked and grabbed Ichigo’s arms. “Leave your sword, we’ll get it later.”

“What-”

Ichigo yelped as Grimmjow suddenly sonido-ed, nearly tripping when they abruptly stopped. Righting himself and yanking his arm out of the tight hold, Ichigo looked warily around the plain white room with just the bare minimum chair, dresser and bed. As he caught sight of the looming place of sleep, Ichigo swallowed and tried not let his fear show.

“Tell me Ichigo, are you a virgin?”

“What!?” Ichigo shouted in indignation. Grimmjow chuckled and made his way over to the bed, discarding his clothes as he went while Ichigo tried not to watch.

“It’s a simple question. Yes or no?”

“…Yes.”

“Heh, thought so.” The sixth espada shoved his remaining item of clothing down and Ichigo was hard pressed not to flinch at the erect cock jutting out from the blue curls. It was only a little longer than Ichigo’s own length, but it was a lot wider and had bulging veins along the underside of it. “Now strip.” Grimmjow commanded.

Ichigo twitched at the words, but raised shaky fingers to untie his shihakusho, nervously letting his kimono drop from his shoulders and trying not to think about Grimmjow’s hungry gaze on him. He toed off his sandals, his hands trembling so badly that, as he tried to undo his hakama, he almost couldn’t do it. And then he let the precious bit of clothing drop and he stepped out of them.

“Very nice.” Grimmjow purred. “Just like I remember.”

“Wh-what?” Ichigo stuttered in confusion.

“That’s none of your concern right now.” Grimmjow narrowed his eyes at the nervous man in front of him and glanced at his limp member. “Stroke yourself.”

Wincing, Ichigo did as asked, trying not to think of the blue haired espada in front of him as he slowly coaxed himself into hardness with strokes much harder than usual. “Very nice.” Grimmjow said again and began to stroke himself. “Now spit on your fingers and open yourself for me.”

Ichigo stared at him, frozen at the request. Grimmjow sat up sharply. “Do as I say!”

Ichigo jerked at the harsh tone and raised his hand and spit on it, grimacing as he reached behind himself and prodded his own hole. The feeling was strange and uncomfortable and he cried out in pain when he pushed one inside himself. On the bed Ichigo could hear slapping noises as Grimmjow pumped himself. Inhaling deeply, Ichigo decided to just get it over with and pushed a second finger in. He almost fell to his knees at the pain in this one, his eyes closed so tightly he saw black spots. He only pumped it in and out a few times before he hastily added a third, this time actually falling down and hitting his knees painfully on the hard floor.

Grimmjow chuckled at the sight and crooked a finger at the vizard. “That’s enough. Come here.”

Ichigo gulped in fear, removing the fingers and standing up before making his way to Grimmjow on shaky legs.

“Good boy.” Grimmjow chuckled and leaned back. “Now ride me.”

He really did try to keep his pride, but fear and despair welled inside of him and tears began to slip from his eyes. Grimmjow didn’t seem to mind that tears fell on him as Ichigo straddled his hips and awkwardly fumbled for the blue haired man’s leaking cock. Lining the torture device up to his anus, Ichigo winced and pushed down. He flinched and bit his lip, his entire body trembling as he felt himself split open by the wide cock. He got about half way down when he felt himself tear and he let out a sob of pain, frantically trying to lift his hips up but was stopped by Grimmjow growling and rolling them over, slamming completely inside him.

Ichigo screamed, his eyes so wide, he felt they were going to pop out as he struggled and clawed at the man. “No, no! Oh god, it hurts too bad! I can’t take it!”

“Yes you can.” Grimmjow said soothingly and brushed his thumb against the tears. “You don’t want to see that girl hurt, do you?”

“N-no…” Ichigo whimpered as tears came out his eyes.

“That’s what I thought.” After that, Grimmjow didn’t pause in his thrusts even for a second, he simply pistoned in and out of the cringing, weeping teen while whispering lewd things into his ear. And then he hit it and Ichigo was arching off the bed in pleasure making Grimmjow laugh mockingly. It only took a few more thrusts at the same angle and a few quick jerks of his hand and Ichigo was coming.

Grimmjow growled lowly and raked his nails down Ichigo’s side before he spilled his hot seed into Ichigo’s lax body.

Ichigo’s POV

“That was great, bitch.” He laughed as he pet my sweaty hair. I said nothing, simply turning away from him and getting to my feet shakily, nearly collapsing as the pain ran through me like a sharp knife. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“To get Orihime and get the fuck out of here.” I snarled, grabbing my discarded shihakusho and trying to stay on my feet. On the bed, Grimmjow snorted in amusement and got up himself, tugging his pants on. As I tried to figure out the best way to get my clothes on without passing out, Grimmjow made his way over to me.

“Who said you could go, love?” He purred, making me flinch as his hands caressed my back. I jerked away and glared at him.

“You said she wouldn’t be harmed if I slept with you!”

“And she isn’t harmed. Ulquiorra already has her safe and sound, back in her room.” Grimmjow grinned as realization danced over my face.

“No!”

“Yes.” Grimmjow stepped closer. “You’re mine now, Shinigami. I’ve watched you for so long, wanting you to be by my side.” He leaned closer and his breath mingled with my own frantic breathing. “Wanted you to love me like I love you”

“I will never love a monster like you!” I yelled, stepping away from the insane espada, fear curling inside of me at the expression on Grimmjow’s face as he moved forward until my back hit the wall.

“Why can’t you just fucking love me!?” He screamed, slamming his hands on either side of my head. I flinched, keeping my eyes down and trying not to anger him further as he panted harshly. “Are you scared Ichigo?” He asked, laughing cruelly when I nodded. “Yeah, fuck, of course I scare you. All I ever did was love you and you’re afraid of me.”

“You raped me!” I snapped back, gulping as his burning blue eyes bored into mine.

“Turn around.” He ordered, starting to undo the pants he had just put on.

“N-no, wait!”

“I said turn around!” He yelled, grabbing my arm and slamming my face into the wall. My nose broke and I cried out as blood poured down my face, collapsing onto the ground. “Poor Ichigo.” He cooed and grabbed my chin almost delicately. I cringed and lifted my hands to push him away but he grabbed them with one hand and held them together, grinding the bones together until they threatened to break. “I love you.” He whispered and started to lap at the blood.

I winced and attempted to turn my head away, but his grip on my wrists tightened in warning. “Grimmjow, please, if you love me you’ll let me go.” I said through tears. “Please!”

“But then you’ll never come to love me.” He murmured, picking me up off the ground and throwing me over his shoulder, walking back to the bed.

“No! NO!!!” I screamed and beat at his back. “You can’t! You fucking bastard! STOP IT!”

He dropped me onto the bed and grabbed my kimono, ripping it into strips. I tried to scramble off the other side of the bed, but he grabbed me and yanked me back. “Now hold still.” He ordered and tied my hands harshly above my head.

“I hate you! I HATE YOU!”

“Hush little baby, don’t make a sound.” He started to sing, laughing as he moved the fabric to my mouth. I twisted frantically, but to no avail. “Grimmjow’s going to screw you into the ground.”

I wept in shame and fear. My sobs only increasing as he stroked my trembling body.

“It’s okay my angel.” He said soothingly. “They say the second time doesn’t hurt as much as the first.” He paused, grinning widely as he parted my legs and examined my torn and bleeding anus. “Although they probably weren’t so close together.”

And then he was in between my legs and his penis was at my entrance. He didn’t push in though, instead he studied me with a serious expression. “I really do love you, you know.” He said, cupping my tear-streaked cheek tenderly. I did know, and that just made it so much worse. “That’s why I can’t let you go, do you understand?”

I swallowed, squeezing my eyes shut and ignoring him. He continued to caress me gently for a second, and then his grip turned hard and he shoved himself inside of me without warning. I screamed behind my gag, arching my back and kicking my legs frantically. It was like he was extremely bipolar or something, almost sweet one moment, and then rough and violent the next. Maybe this was the two different sides of him: Shinigami and hollow.

It hurt more than the first time, he didn’t even bother trying to make it pleasurable for me as he just fucked me madly. I have never thought of sex as something miserable and painful, but when he only paused for a few moments after having come only to start up again, I was really going to have to redefine that word.

I just wanted to die. I prayed for it as I stared numbly up at the ceiling, my throat feeling raw and scratchy, and my eyes unable to produce any more tears. And my body… it hurt so badly. So very bad. I hoped and hoped and hoped until, finally, my body started to give out and I passed into unconsciousness.

When I woke up I frowned in confusion. My body didn’t hurt. Opening my eyes, I glanced over to see Orihime standing over me and using her power to heal me. She looked rather frazzled and was biting her bottom lip so hard it bled. She noticed I was awake and started to cry. “Kurosaki!” She exclaimed and reached out to touch me but I flinched and moved away quickly, like a skittish colt.

“Inoue.” I said, glad to see she was unharmed, like Grimmjow had said.

“You’ve healed him, now get the fuck out.” A voice snarled. We both turned and I saw Grimmjow sitting in a chair, glaring at Orihime.

“But I haven’t finished healing him!” She protested.

“Yes you have, quit stalling and get the fuck out.” She glanced over at me fearfully and I nodded to her weakly.

“It’s okay, I’ll be all right.” I lied, attempting a grin that turned into a grimace. Her bottom lip trembled and she turned away, fleeing the room, sobbing.

I sat up gingerly, testing my body for injuries and was relieved to find none. Grimmjow stood up from where he had been sitting and I immediately scrambled away and off the bed, cowering behind it with only my head peaked over it so I could tell where he was. He frowned at me and halted his movements. “Ichigo…”

“Don’t call me that, you have no fucking right to call me that!”

He winced at that and rubbed the back of his neck. “Listen Ichigo, I’m sorry.” I snorted in disbelief, tensing as he stepped forward, only to sigh and stop again. “I just get into these moods sometimes, and I forget myself.” He muttered, his eyes still narrowed on me. “You just looked so beautiful, I couldn’t help it.” His eyes darkened and his reiatsu began to rise as his voice became harsher and lower. “The way you trembled underneath me, the way you fought.” He started to crawl across the bed towards me, and I made a break for the door, crying out as he slammed into me.

“Please stop Grimmjow!” I begged, my pride in tatters as I tried to push him off.

He growled, a low, feral sound and grabbed my hands.

“Please! I love you!”

He stopped, blinking at me. Slowly he relaxed and the menacing presence disappeared once more. “Really?” He asked, almost shyly. I nodded, trying hard not to flinch as his arms circled me and he hugged me to his chest. “I knew you did.” He said happily. “I loved you for so long, I just knew one day you would love me like I love you.” I hesitantly returned the hug, tears streaming down my face silently, as I embraced the monster and rapist like a lover.

I would never escape this hell.

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I know, this is the second ‘coerced’ story in a row, but they’re both on way different levels.

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