When Bad Days Go Good

Ichigo stared up in shock as Grimmjow continued to kiss him. He didn’t know what had caused the espada to do this; they were just fighting minutes ago. He pushed against Grimmjow’s naked chest trying to shove him away. He could feel his cheeks burning and knew they were flushed. He didn’t relax much either when Grimmjow finally let up and stared down at him, but not getting off of him.

“What the hell was that?” Ichigo practically yelled as he scooted away from the taller man until his back reached the wall. He did not move and cursed that Zangetsu was out of his reach. At a time like this he wished he had learned kido, but at the moment his mind was concentrating on keeping a safe distance between the espada and himself.

“Pfft, don’t act so surprised.” Grimmjow muttered carelessly as he stood up and dusted his pants off. Ichigo slowly stood up while never taking his eyes off of the teal haired arrancar.

“You just fucking kissed me and you’re telling me not to act surprised? You don’t kiss your enemy!” Ichigo shouted causing Grimmjow to roll his eyes. The boy was being way to dramatic. Then again, he was still young and innocent, maybe that was what was so appealing.

“So?” Grimmjow answered carelessly.

“So? What is wrong with…I…you!” Ichigo stuttered not knowing what to say. He never imagined ever being in a situation like this and hadn’t planned for it. He thought Grimmjow was playing around, but the espada looked somewhat serious. He didn’t know what to do; he didn’t have his sword and didn’t know how far Grimmjow intended on taking this.

“What’s the matter, King?” He heard in his ear and was startled that the voice was not coming from inside his head, but from behind him. He felt hands slide across his waist from behind and felt a body behind him. If he had been feeling any nervousness or anxiety before it had only tripled when he heard Shirosaki’s chuckle behind him. “The kitty just wants to play; if you want I can watch and make sure he doesn’t try anything.”He said into Ichigo’s ear as his eyes stared into Grimmjow’s motioning for him to come forward.

“I’m not playing any sick games, you bastard.” Ichigo growled as he began to struggle against Shiro’s grip that only seemed to tighten around him. He felt himself panic as Grimmjow stepped closer with each footstep that seemed to echo in his ears. He didn’t want this, he couldn’t do this, it was wrong and what would Renji…

“Red doesn’t care; he is off screwing his captain. Face it, that little shit doesn’t care about you so stop thinking of him.” Shiro cursed into Ichigo’s ear as his hand traveled down and slipped into the vizard’s hakama. The teen gasped and shook as he felt Shiro’s hand curl around his cock and began massaging it slowly. He closed his eyes trying to ignore the pleasure his traitorous body was feeling, this was not what he wanted.

“I never thought I’d say this, but ya think too much.” He heard Grimmjow in front of him and opened his eyes to find the espada standing in front of him before he grabbed the back of Ichigo’s head and brought him in for another kiss. He tried to protest, but when he felt Shiro run his fingers over the slit of his cock he opened his mouth and allowed Grimmjow to slip his tongue in and deepen the kiss. His first response was to bite the espada and he was sure he was excepting that, but while his mind still protested another thought entered it: how good of a kisser Grimmjow was. Renji had always been a sloppy kisser or made it as quick as possible.

A silent moan escaped him as he met Grimmjow’s tongue with his own. He didn’t even notice when Shiro had let his hakama fall to the ground until the coolness in the air touched his skin. He pulled back slightly and opened his eyes to see Grimmjow grinning at him again. Ichigo just looked so fucking adorable when he was unsure and vulnerable, though he could see his mind was quickly changing from the hard on Shiro had caused.

“I don’t know if I am ready for this yet.” Ichigo muttered as Grimmjow undid his own obi. His face became even more flushed as the hakama fell off of the espada’s hips and revealed his already hard erection. He felt slightly intimidated when he realized that the other was slightly larger than himself and wondering how painful it would be.

“If ya think I want a relationship with you, you’re wrong. Sex doesn’t have to be about love.” Grimmjow told him as he moved closer again.

“But I…” Ichigo whispered as Grimmjow licked the side of his cheek before nibbling down his jaw and made his way up to his right ear. Another moan escaped him when the teal haired man began to suck the spot behind his ear and almost felt weak in the knees.

“Just let yourself relax for once, you’re too strung up. Forget about all that other crap.” Shiro said into his aibou’s ear and felt the vizard arch into him as he began to pump harder on his shaft. Every voice in Ichigo’s mind telling him this was wrong was being shoved into the corner. What had surprised him was that Zangetsu hadn’t even said anything or tried to stop Shiro.

“Now” Grimmjow moved closer until he was face to face with Ichigo again with their lips only inches apart. The fingers of his right hand circling around Ichigo’s nipple of his open haori, “we going to do this or do you want to back out?” Grimmjow asked against his lips, his hot breath sticking to Ichigo’s skin.

Ichigo stared into the blue eyes of his rival. He was being given an out, something he hadn’t expected. He thought that the espada would force him into this, and as he thought about it he debated if he should back out. Every excuse he could think of wouldn’t work. Renji wouldn’t care, Soul Society couldn’t think less of him than they already did, and his friends seemed to have isolated him. The more he thought about it the more pain he realized he had been in. He wanted it to go away and feel happy again. None of his allies thought of his own needs, but his enemies had. How fucked up was that? Even his own hollow knew how depressed he was and before he knew it, he found himself locking his lips against Grimmjow’s once more.

He felt Shiro release him from behind and his arms immediately latched onto Grimmjow to bring the naked man closer to him before they stumbled onto the mat underneath them. Shiro smirked behind the two as he bent down and moved his hands alongside Ichigo’s hips that were presented to him. With the flick of his tongue, he ran it down the teen’s backside until it reached his entrance. He smirked knowing this would catch his king by surprise as he dipped his tongue inside the tight hole.

Ichigo groaned and pulled away from Grimmjow feeling startled when he felt Shiro’s tongue enter him. He turned his head to the side and looked back at his hollow whose golden eyes stared back at him. This wasn’t his first time, but the feeling of something slimy going into his ass still felt weird.

Suddenly, he felt his hair being tugged as a fist clenched onto it and pulled his attention back towards Grimmjow. The espada had moved to a sitting position during the distraction and found his face planted in the other’s lap. The lust in Grimmjow’s eyes made Ichigo lick his lips before he moved forward and captured one of Grimmjow’s nipples in his mouth. He could feel a vibration coming from Grimmjow’s throat that made it sound like he was purring as Ichigo swirled his tongue around the nub before he took it back into his mouth.

Grimmjow’s hands still remained in his hair, but the espada allowed him to move around as freely as he wanted to. Ichigo moved his head down and his tongue traveled a long slick path down Grimmjow’s abs and around the hollow hole until he reached his belly button and dipped his tongue inside.

He felt his fingers dig deeper into Grimmjow’s sides as Shiro decided to place a slick finger inside of him and began wiggling it around while the other hand reached for the teens cock and began stroking it once more. Ichigo moved his tongue down from the espada’s belly button until he reached his hardened shaft. He hesitated for a moment before he moved forward, opening his mouth and engulfing the head of the cock.

Ichigo withdrew Grimmjow’s cock and licked the head as if trying to get use to the taste before he brought it back in again. The hand on in his hair released him as he moved his mouth further along the cock while his tongue scratched against the skin it met. “Fuck” he heard Grimmjow curse and looked up to see the teal haired arrancar had thrown his head back and his hands were digging into the mat. He withdrew the cock from his mouth again and as soon as he did, he felt Shirosaki move a second and third finger inside of him and begin another smooth rhythm of moving them in and out.

“Shit, I’m going to…” Ichigo panted as he came in Shiro’s hand and felt his body crumble to the ground. The wave of pleasure making his vision slightly fuzzy as he felt arms from behind him wrap around his waist and pull him back against a clothed chest. He looked to his left and saw Shiro’s smiling face inches from his and watched as the hollow brought up his sticky fingers and began to lick the white substance off his hand.

“Told ya you would enjoy it,” Shiro purred to him causing the vizard to lean his head against Shiro’s shoulder. As soon as he was done cleaning his hand he brought his lips to Ichigo’s and allowed him a taste of himself. Ichigo moaned into the kiss and felt himself becoming hard again. Shiro moved his right hand lower until he was able to get a firm hold on the teen’s left leg and pushed it apart. The two broke the kiss as Shiro narrowed his eyes at the arrancar who had taken to watching the two. “Ya gonna sit there and watch or do ya want me to show you how it’s done?” He mocked at the teal haired man who rolled his eyes.

“Ya better have prepared him right.” Grimmjow growled at Ichigo’s hollow as he moved forward with his cock painfully hard and leaking. Shiro could feel Ichigo hesitate again. He ran his white fingers through his aibou’s hair to calm and shush him.

“I used more than one finger, that’s more than enough for you.” Shirosaki taunted. He waited to see if Ichigo would try to protest again, but the teen remained silent, only still breathing harshly from his last orgasm. He leaned forward and smiled into Ichigo’s orange messy hair, without even being there he knew the rain had stopped in Ichigo’s head.

Grimmjow positioned his cock at Ichigo’s entrance without even looking; instead his eyes laid on the vizard below him as he grabbed his right leg to spread it further and give him more room. Ichigo hissed as the head entered him and moved slowly in. He waited for Ichigo to adjust, not wanting to harm the boy. After all, Aizen had warned them if anyone attacked, harmed, or threatened Ichigo there would be dire consequences.

As soon as Ichigo seemed to relax he moved further into the tight entrance until he was fully sheathed. “Damn, ya sure ya ain’t a virgin?” Grimmjow muttered as he remained kneeled in front of Ichigo and brought his other hand underneath the boy to get further grip on him while Shiro helped.

Ichigo ignored the comment and slumped down until his head was against Shiro chest. He felt his hollow move his other hand down his chest and circle it around his nipple, playing with it slightly. He knew his king’s body better than anyone.

Grimmow smirked down at Ichigo as he brought his hips back before he slammed them forward, causing the orange haired vizard to push against Shiro. Ichigo let out a small shout of pleasure as his prostate was assaulted. He threw his head back into Shiro and tried to move his hands down to touch himself, but Shiro restricted his hands.

“Not so fast, Aibou, this is about your pleasure, so sit back and relax.” Shiro said down to Ichigo as Grimmjow began to pound into him, purposely aiming for the boy’s prostate with each thrust just to hear the moans coming from him. The white hand soon abandoned his nipple as it returned to Ichigo’s leaking cock and began to move his hand roughly up and down, pushing his thumb against the sensitive head.

Grimmjow snarled as he felt his releasing coming soon and began to speed up his pace. He glared at the white figure behind Ichigo who was trying to take all of the vizard’s attention. This was his time with Ichigo and no one was going to give pleasure to the boy, but him. He reached down with his hand and shoved Shiro’s hand away and began to pump Ichigo’s cock himself, keeping up with the rhythm of his thrusts.

Shiro narrowed his eyes at Grimmjow before he gave the espada one last smirk before disappearing which slammed Ichigo down into the mat and caused both of them to release simultaneously. Ichigo cried out in pleasure and Grimmjow moved his mouth to Ichigo’s neck and bit the right side before it met the shoulder. He gave a few more thrusts to make sure all of his essence emptied into the teen before he pulled out of him.

Ichigo didn’t move for the first few minutes, only panting still and moved his head back when he felt Grimmjow’s tongue clean him up. He defiantly didn’t have this in mind when he entered the training room with Grimmjow, but he couldn’t say he regretted it. He had been neglecting his own needs for others and it was about time he thought of himself. He closed his eyes and tilted his head to the side, feeling a slight stinging sensation from where Grimmjow had bitten him.

When he opened his eyes again he found Grimmjow leaning over him with a smug grin. The cocky arrancar knew he was ranked higher than whoever else the vizard had been with. He licked his lips as he moved down and kissed Ichigo on the lips and felt even more satisfied when Ichigo kissed back.

In Grimmjow’s mind, they were not enemies. Sure Grimmjow was on one side and Ichigo on the other, but he had always found the boy to be more entertaining than anything else. He put up a better fight than most of the arrancar in Las Noches and kept pushing himself until he won. He made himself more powerful when he knew he couldn’t win and wouldn’t stop until he achieved it. That was probably what had interested Grimmjow the most and why he kept the scar and memory of the hollow mask forming on the boy’s face. He didn’t care if Ichigo joined them or not, it was his decision. If Ichigo went back to the bastards in the Soul Society, they would go back to how things were before, however, if he stayed, he’d have someone of equal groups to finally play with.

Kurosaki Residence

Kon snored happily on Ichigo’s bed shifting every now and then that caused the sheets to ruffle and bunch up underneath him. A grin was plastered on his face as he dreamed about the beautiful vixens that he had encountered. In his dream, one was massaging him and another was feeding him grapes while the other two were mud wrestling. It was the perfect paradise.

His hand started moving towards his pants and was about to slip inside when the sound of the window shutting startled up. His eyes shot open and he sprang up in the bed to find Rukia starring at him and giving him a weird look. He rubbed his head for a moment, feeling disappointed the women didn’t follow him, but then he realized his favorite one was there. “Nee-san!” Kon cried as he sprang forward to grab Rukia who knocked him away like the women did.

Kon fell to the ground with a thud and felt Rukia’s foot on his back. “Where is Ichigo? I did not get a page for any hollows.” She requested, still keeping her foot on the perverted mod soul so he couldn’t jump up and grope her.

“I don’t know I haven’t seen him since last week. His horrible sister got a hold of me again and I had to fight for days just to get out. As soon as I got back he wasn’t here.” Kon replied though knew Ichigo had to be around somewhere. His sisters were not worrying about him like they usually did if he disappeared.

Rukia took her foot off of him thinking he was telling the truth. She looked around the room to find it the same as the last time she had been there with scattered pieces of paper across his desk. She turned her head and looked at the closet that had been her home away from home for many months and noticed scattered pieces resting before it. She took a step forward until she was in front of the pieces and bent down to inspect them. Her eyes widened slightly when she realized that it was the shattered pieces of a hollow pager.

“Oh, actually there was one thing that was weird.” Kon mentioned now thinking back. “These four lovely ladies entered his room and had his body laid on the bed. The beautiful blond one took me out of my lion form and put me in Ichigo’s body.” He told her and had to dodge as she threw the largest piece of the pager at him.

“You didn’t think to tell me that before? Who were they?” Rukia glared at him and he rubbed his head innocently. He knew he would be in further danger once he told her and braced himself.

“Ugh, the one said the other ones’s name…what was it?” Kon thought to himself out loud as he began to think and recall about the ladies he met. “Oh, they had part of a mask on their heads, except the-” he never got to finish before Rukia wacked him over the head.

“You allowed arrancar in here!” Rukia stared at him in disbelief; she couldn’t believe how stupid he was. Most of the time if he saw one a hollow or an arrancar he would run from it, but then again, this was Kon and if he saw anything with breasts, it didn’t matter if it had a head or not.

Kon didn’t reply knowing he would only get into more trouble. Rukia shook her head before she pulled out her pager and began dialing a number. She knew she had to alert her captain right away about this situation. As she listened to it ring she wondered if this all could have been prevented if she had decided to visit him. She knew what Renji was doing and that Ichigo would need someone yet she still held onto a small ounce of hope that her old friend would do the right thing. Now who knew if Ichigo was alive or dead.

Inside Ichigo’s Inner World

Shirosaki returned to a world he almost didn’t recognize. Instead of the rain that constantly assaulted him, it was bright and sunny. He looked up at the blue sky to see the sideways white puffy clouds moving down. All of the buildings didn’t even have a drop of water on them. He smirked to himself; he knew what his king needed.

“Are you sure it wouldn’t have been better for him to confront his problems instead of distracting them? Eventually he will have to come face to face with his friends.” Zangetsu warned from on top of his pole.

Shiro sneered at the man. “He will, but he won’t be sobbing like a baby on the inside. Ya knows how those fools are, I’m sure they already know he is here and coming to execute him. At least this way he might have a fightin’ chance.” Shiro defended and waited for Zangetsu to respond, but never received an answer.