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Chapter Four - Collision





Ichigo scanned the area with expert precision,
leaving no area unturned as he searched desperately.
His heart sank another inch into the pit of his stomach
when his search ended with the sight of bright teal hair
and blood pooling around a large ghostly pale figure that
harbored half of a skeletal jaw. He was slumped against a
hard cool brick wall nearby Ichigo's house. The dark crimson
pool seemed to cascade down his hauntingly ivory skin.
He had a large gash above his brow, a gaping whole in his
right side just below his ribs, a swollen busted bottom lip
that looked as if it had been chewed on like gum, and his
left leg was sliced threw the bone on his muscular calf.
Yet he smiled weakly at the sight of his berry. No one had
found him yet. No one had tortured him as he had been. Grimmjow
saw Ichigo's mouth form words but heard only broken fragments
of speech as black spots began to twinkle over his vision. God,
he was crying. Ichigo was crying for him. What a bakka, Grimmjow
thought as his lids closed heavily and his body began to slowly d
rown in and out of conciousness until there was only mind numbing
darkness.



Ichigo lifted the dead weight of Grimmjows body onto his back.
His mind screamed from torment and his heart pounded painfuly in
his chest as he began to run manicaly towards Urahara's shop.
He could feel the warmth of Grimmjow's blood seep through his hakama.
Grimmjow was strong. Ichigo could barely manage to injure the
Espada and yet something had nearly killed him. He felt the
blistering sting of tears flow past his chocolate orbs.
Urahara would be the only one that he could trust at the moment.
Urahara wouldn't ask too many questions, hopefuly. He came to
an abrupt stop, nearly dropping Grimmjow in the process as he
entered Urahara's deserted shop, or so he thought. Upon entering
two blondes were seated, enjoying tea, their eyes were glued on
the lifeless body that Ichigo carried. Shinji practicaly jumped at
the sight of the arrancar. Urahara was emotionless as he stared at
the young teen and his charge, a knowing glint in his eyes as he rised
from his seat and took Ichigo's lover. Ichigo growled animalisticly
in warning at Urahara. A sudden pang of rage coursed its way through his body.
He didn't want Urahara to misunderstand his reason for coming to the ex-captain.



"Kurosaki-kun, I'm not going to hurt him." Urahara's tone was
warm and sympathetic as he carried the arrancar into another room,
Ichigo followed cautiously.



Shinji was still in awe at the sight that greeted him.
He and Kisuke felt Ichigo coming and sensed that he was in
distress but nothing could have prepared them for the sight of
Ichigo carrying the Espada and tears streaming down his eyes.
Shinji knew that this situation was dangerous but was all too
curious as into why Ichigo would help his enemy. Intrigued,
Shinji followed the other two men.



Urahara had to strip the arrancar to inspect the damage.
He looked as if he had been mauled, blood seemed to be fused
to both his velvet skin and his white clothes. It didn't take
long for Urahara to analyze that it looked much worse than what it was.
He was punctured deeply in all of his wounds but nothing fatal.
Whatever or whoever had done this had done it to elicite maximum pain.
Urahara heard a slight whimper escape Kurosaki's lips.
His tortured eyes stared intentely at the blue haired man
that laid before them. Shinji sat next to Ichigo and lightly placed
his hand on the teens shoulder, comforting him slightly by allowing
his reiatsu to wrap around his trembling figure in a deep embrace.



Suddenly the orange haired teen broke down into uncontrolable sobs.
He hadn't cried like this since his mother died. It hurt him so
deeply to see his lover so broken. He couldn't loose him.
He couldn't loose this man that he grew to love so fiercely.
Ichigo was howling in anguish as he began to pound his fist into
the wooden floor repeatedly. The wood creaked in protest as
he assualted it repeatedly, a small crack forming under his fist.
Yet he felt no physical pain, only the tormenting rip of his heart
at the thought of Grimmjow's death. Ichigo felt a large familiar fist
connect with his face, snapping him out of his nightmare.
Grimmjow stood, bare, bleeding, and snarling in confusion.



He could only remember last seeing his berry, shocked at the sight
of him but now he saw Ichigo seeking comfort in another man.
A young blonde haired man that he recognized. His ears burned
as his rage toppled over, he meant to strike at the blonde craddling
his berry, however his balance was poor at the moment. His gargantuan
fist instead connected with Ichigo's cheek. Ichigo's suprise soon
turned to rage as he charged at the already injured Espada.



Ichigo threw his fist into the firm flesh of his stomach as
he caught the back of Grimmjows knee with his foot, making
them fall on the hard wooden flooring beneath them. Grimmjow
grunted in slight pain as Ichigo continualy pounded his fist into
his body. He looked up to see tears streaming down the young teens face,
his eyes closed tightly in frustration. Grimmjow swiftly backhanded
the orange haired boy, making him fly into a nearby wall.
His body slumped over in defeat as he sobbed breathlessly.
What on earth was going on in that head of Ichigo's, he thought
as he approached the crying boy. His eyes were glued to the floor
in shame at his tears. He burried his face deep in his hands as
he allowed the never ending agony to consume him. His world was
crumbling around him in never ending chaos, the thought of
Grimmjow's death screamed about the corridors of his brain.



He pounded the wooden floor with his already sore fist,
ramming them hard into the ground until he felt the bones snap;
even then he continued as blood exploded from the red angry flesh.
He felt Grimmjow's heavy weight collapse on his body,
almost suffocating him as his strong muscled arms embraced him tightly.
Ichigo clinged to the azure haired man desperately,
remembering the firmness of every muscle against his lithe body.
He cuddled his nose deep into the curve of the Espada's neck,
inhailing his slightly musky cinnamon scent.
He could feel Grimmjow's reiatsu envelope his shivering form with tenderness.
How he loved this man.



"You can't....." Ichigo began to mumble, his anger long gone
was replaced with saddened longing.



"I can't?"



"You can't....ever leave...me." He sighed as he placed a l
ight shy kiss on Grimmjow's battered lips.





"You owe me twenty bucks Shinji." came the melodic sing song
voice of the devil, completely ruining the moment.



"Ah. Alright alright, so you won the bet. Big deal.
I could have sworn he was straight." Shinji was suddenly on the floor,
Ichigo's sandal lodged in his mouth as the teen barbaricaly
fumed at their comment.



Grimmjow cautiously watched the scene before him until he
erupted in laughter, his skeletal jaw parting slightly.
Ichigo turned to glare death at the arrancar but stopped instantly
at the realization that Grimmjow was completely naked. Ichigo's cheeks
heated in embarassment, he hastily turned his head away from Grimmjows body.
Grimmjow noticed his berries beautiful blush and thought how fun it would
be to play with him with an audience.



"What's the matter Ichi? Am I turnin' ya' on?" Grimmjow did a quick sonido,
appearing behind the boy in an instant.



"Ah! Grimmjow! St-stop it!" Grimmjow ignored the orange haired boy's
pleas as he rubbed his large hand on Ichigo's clothed yet hard shaft.



"Heh. You sure you want me to stop?" Grimmjow snaked his other
hand past Ichigo's hakama, rubbing teasingly at his already
hardened nipple that waited eagerly below the cloth.



Urahara and Shinji watched the two in both shock and gratitude.
Shinji was still attempting to cope with the thought of Ichigo
helping the arrancar that was once the center of his hate. Urahara
had known for awhile that they were not the bitter enemies that they
had seemed, but even this was of a slight shock to him.



He first noticed the change in the two men when he fought
against the other arrancars. Though his body was envolved with
battle at that moment he could feel Ichigo's reiatsu spike with
lust not too far away. After the arrancars had retreated he decided
it was best to "inspect" the situation between the two. After many
days of stalking Ichigo he had finaly caught the two in the park.
The first thing that he noticed was how intimately Ichigo and
Grimmjow stared at eachother and the next thing he knew Grimmjow
was falling over from a blow to his head from Ichigo's sandal.
The blonde haired man almost couldn' t control the fits of laughter
that rocked his body like tremors. After seeing the display he simply concluded that they were merely good friends and left back to his shop. Oh how wrong
he was. Ichigo's slight breathy moan brought him back to the scene
displayed for his eyes.



"Gr-Grimmjow....please." Ichigo was breathing hard, his eyes closed
tightly as if he was attempting to block out the other two men in the room.



"Well since ya' asked so nice I'll give ya' a reward." Grimmjow
hastily tied Ichigo's hands with his reiatsu and swiftly pulled
off the boys hakama, leaving him completely exposed.



"Grimmjow! What in the hell are you doing?" Ichigo's voice
wavered as he attempted to sound enraged but failed terribly.



His eyes were suddenly blindfolded by Shinji's tie, leaving him in a
bsolute darkness.



"Mister Grimmjow do you mind if we join you?" Shinji's voice
sounded completely casual as if they were discussing the weather;
He was standing behind the orange haired teen as he tightened his striped tie.



Ichigo's body flinched at the request. Ichigo only wanted Grimmjow,
not Shinji, not Urahara, just Grimmjow. After worrying about him so
furociously would he simply make a toy out of Ichigo? Just someone
to play with so he could pass the time. Shivers of dread coursed
through his body. He felt Grimmjows hand trace his jaw tenderly,
Ichigo jerked his head away from his touch, his lips drawn in a tight line.



"Heh. Even when you pout Ichi it's cute. I wouldn't mind sharing
for one night, especialy after my berries been worrin' sick 'bout me an' all.
He deserves a reward after all." He growled huskily as he laved Ichigo's delicate ear.



"How in the fuck is that a reward!?" Ichigo's lips were siezed
by an expert tongue, one that he recognized as Grimmjow. His flavor
was always slightly spicy and his tongue always dominated his mouth
with fiery passion, leaving him breathless every time.



"Trust me Ichi. Just this once let me share. I want to see if you can
tell when I'm touching you. 'kay?"



"......Fine."



"I think everyone will be much more comfortable on a bed is that okay Grimmjow-kun?" Urahara's voice flooded Ichigo's ears and before he had time to
think he was flung on a soft bed. He felt the matress shift numerous
times as all three men approached him. He felt cold hands trail down
his exposed stomach and he felt a slick tongue attack one of his nipples,
opting to bite rather to suck on the pink perky bud. That was
definately not Grimmjow. He was moaning franticaly against the touches
he recieved. The frigid hand that caressed his abdomen traced lazily
around his cock, teasing the head with light caress'.



"Ichi. Do you like being touched down here?" Grimmjow's voice
was almost harsh, slightly twinged with aggression as the frosty long,
thin fingers wrapped around the teens swollen member.



"Ah! Better when you touch me!"



"I am touching you."



"Liar. Your hands are never cold."



"Heh. Ichigo-kun's not as dumb as I thought." Shinji cooed as he
pumped Ichigo's cock, his hand already slick with precum.



"Please Grimmjow." Ichigo was so breathless, his chest rising and
arching off of the bed as air filled his lungs harshly.



Ichigo's head was suddenly pushed into the soft matress beneath him
and his ass was raised high in the air. Ichigo squirmed and fought
against the swift action but his arms were suddenly bound by metal.



Was he wearing handcuffs? No fucking way, did one of those asswholes
handcuff him!?



"St-stop!" Ichigo's voice was muffled by thick blankets as warm,
smooth hands groped his thighs.



A sudden thud drowned his ears and he felt one of the bodies leave the bed.



"No one fucking touches him there but me! Got that Shinigami?!"
Grimmjows tone was cruel, he could feel his reiatsu flare with jealousy
and aggression, it was almost suffocating.



"Alright, alright! Don't get your panties in a bunch Mister Grimmjow."
Shinji was very irritated at that point.



Grimmjow had offered to share and yet no one was allowed to touch his ass.
Shibji was indeed dissapointed. Who didn't want to have a go with
the red head? Oh well, he supposed it was better than nothing
at the moment. He honestly didn't care about Ichigo's relationship
with his enemy at the moment. He knew that eventualy Grimmjow would
either become their alliance or die, either one was fine with Shinji.
Ichigo's moan brought him back to reality .



Urahara was teasing the boy's dripping member with light, shy
touches and by manipulating his reiatsu to tease his pink nipples
into erect little berries, ripe for sucking. Ichigo's toes curled
at the remarkable pleasure the older blonde man offered. Shinji
crawled his way in front of the writhing teen and boldly tapped
the side of his face with his hard member.



"It won't be so bad Kurosaki-kun." Shinji whispered smoothly into
his ear as he slid his tongue inside, ripping a breathy moan from his
plush lips.



Ichigo hesitantly began to lick at Shinji's swollen penis, his eyes
closed more tightly as if he were trying to block out the image of
what he was licking. Rough hands raked down Ichigo's back and forced
him to open his mouth in suprise, giving Shinji a chance to thrust
his cock inside the unexpectant mouth. Ichigo chocked harshly against
Shinji as he began to brutaly thrust inside of his mouth. Urahara
suddenly sucked all of Ichigo's length deep inside his warm cavern and
began to suck furiously, forcing Ichigo to moan loudly against
Shinji's cock which sent strong vibrations through Shinji's body;
making him graon in extacy. Urahara fisted his own quivering shaft
and pumped furiously,all while sending his reiatsu out towards his
lovers for the night, teasing their nipples and caressing their skin
softly. Grimmjow growled possesvely as he slid a slick finger inside
of Ichigo's tight pink entrance. He could feel Ichigo recoil away from
the proding finger and make slight noises in discomfort as hepushed
in further against the young slick body beneath him.



Grimmjow began to thrust his moist finger in unison of Kisuke's bobbing
head beneath the young teen and with Ichigo's orande head bobbing over
Shinji's arousal. Their bodies were drenched in sweat and the room
was filled with lust filled reiatsu as the bodies writhed against
eachother. Soft cold pale skin would thrust against tanned lean muscle
and that in turn would grind against cream colored velvet steel both
above and below. Ichigo's moans echoed against the wooden walls in
harmony with Shinji's light breathy sighs of pleasure. Kisuke's skin
was flushed lightly pink and his body twitched hungrily for more contact. Grimmjowhastily inserted another finger into Ichigo's tight warmth.
Ichigo was begining to thrust back againt the hand that thrusted deep
inside of him, setting off jolts of electric extacy while thrusting
down into the hot expert mouth beneath him that teased his dripping cock.



Ichigo was becoming frantic as he thrusted against all three men,
begging for more of the mind numbing bliss that each offered.
He suddenly felt the head of Grimmjow's huge dripping erection push
up against his tight hot hole. With one thrust Grimmjow was filling
his body like no other could.



The slight burn of being stretched and the pleasure of his prostate
being abused by thick hard thrust had him screaming as he came
around Grimmjows shaft. His hot seed spilledover in Kisuke's mouth,
the man sucked and swallowed all that the boy had to offer as he
too came, his cum spilling over on his rippling abs and his quick
jerking hand. Shinji grunted as he came inside of Ichigo's mouth,
the young teen sputtered in distatste and in suprise quickly
pulling offof the blonde vizared; Shinji smirked widely at
the sight of Ichigo. Thick white cum dripped from his face
and he was still panting raggedly as Grimmjow continued to
thrust deep inside of him. Grimmjows pace was quickening and his
grip on the slightly limp body beneath him became brutal as he
pumped his thick shaft until his pleasure began to topple over.
He hastily grasped Ichigo's half flacid penis and began to pump
it madly. Ichigo yelped loudly as Grimmjow pounded into his
sore body until he felt the burn of Grimmjows cum fill him and
seep out of his entrance, with that Ichigo came again with a slight
groan. His body sagged limply against Shinji's thin frame and
he felt his body give way to consciousness.



Ichigo could hear voices swim around his ears lazily
and yet he could not see anything. Was he still blind folded? No.
It was night. How long had he been unconcious? He suddenly felt
firm yet tender lips against his. His chocolate brown eyes popped
open in suprise as Grimmjow slid his tongue inside of his mouth.
His reiatsu craddled him lovingly as the teen fully awoke to an
empty hotel room. The espada purred against the teen as he traced
the outline of his lips with the tip of his finger, admiring the
boys barbaric beauty.



"When did we leave?" Ichigo's voice was hoarse and felt terribly dry
as he talked.



"A few hours ago. Go back to sleep Ichi."



"What time is it?"



"Hell if I know. Just know that it's night. Now go to sleep."



"Are we going to do....that .....with Kisuke and Shinji again?"



"NO."



"Why not?"



"Because I said so! That's why!"



Ichigo stared in amazement at the now blushing arrancar.
Was he...jealous? Ichigo snickered slightly and smiled at the azure
haired man."



"Good. I don't think I like sharing you." Ichigo gentely kissed
Grimmjow before he nestled his sore body against his, resting his
head against his broad chest.



"Grimmjow...."



"What?"



"I love you."



"Love ya' too. Now go to sleep." -----------------------------------------------------------------------
So what do ya'll think? I was in such a hurry to finish it that
i didn't have a chance to edit. Sorry that it took solong to post.
My sister-in-law just had a baby. Lots of crazy things going on now.
Anyway thanks for the reviews and thanks for reading! The next story
is going to change the entire plot of the original Bleach story so
please don't get mad at me! Instead of Orihime being captured, Ichigo
is going to be captured. And Aizen punishes Grimmjow after discovering
their relationship. It might take some time until the next chapter is up.
OH! Another vote! This is for a small side story during the time Ichigo is
captured. I need a yaoi pairing for both the protagonist and antagonist.(
good and bad guys) Here's the list:



Kisuke x Renji

Ishida x Yumichika

Ishida x Renji

Renji x Hitsugaya

Kisuke x Hitsugaya

Rose x Kensei

-----------------------------Arrancars

Aizen x Ichimaru

Aizen x Grimmjow (rape)

Aizen x Szayel

Stark x Ulquirra

Ichimaru x Szayel





Okay those are the choices voting will end july fourth at 10p.m.
So get to voting and don't forget to review! The side story about
the espada will be posted later on so please be patient. Thanks
again for the reviews and for reading my story! love you all!