Sex and Football

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Warning: This chapter has definite non-con involving Byakuya in it. Byakuya is a minor. He ends up liking it in the end, which would be no excuse in real life, but again, this is fantasy porno land. And the resistance is pretty much on par with asian het porn, so if you're familiar with that this chapter probably will not be offensive to you. BTW, isn't it funny that in most western porn the women are always going "yes yes yes" while in asian porn the women are always going "no no no?" Either way, they're totally overselling it.


Chapter Eight


"Kurosaki Ichigo speaking." Ichigo asked, trying his best to keep the sleep out of his voice. He woke up to find himself sleeping mostly on his stomach, partly on his side, Grimmjow's heavy body draped over him and an arm wrapped around his chest. His business cell was ringing, and even in his half-asleep state he knew better than to ignore it.

"Kurosaki? This is Tsukabishi from Coca-Cola. I was just wondering if you've had a chance to ask Grimmjow about our offer yet?"

Ichigo pushed Grimmjow off of him. Grimmjow only gave a grunt before he fell over onto his back, still completely asleep. Ichigo was sure that he was still dreaming. He hadn't thought in a million years that Coca-Cola would be interested, not after that stunt with Ulquiorra. "Actually, yes. Grimmjow's very interested in the deal, depending on the terms, of course."

"Good, good. We were actually hoping that we could act soon on this, so that we could take advantage of all the media attention Grimmjow is getting right now. Football fans seem to love him more than ever. While we don't condone his actions, of course, we realize that opportunities need to be taken advantage of."

Ichigo blinked, dumbfounded. "Of course."

"Would you be willing to come to out Tokyo office today to negotiate?"

Ichigo could kick himself in the head. "Actually, I'm out of town on business today. Would you mind if I send an associate to meet with you?"

"Of course. I'll leave my three o'clock appointment open for you. I look forward to working with you, Kurosaki."

"The feeling's mutual." Ichigo hung up the phone, still shocked. Then, in an instant, he was filled with elation. They still had Coca-Cola. . . if he could find a proxy for himself. Frantic, Ichigo hit his speed dial for Inoue, never more relieved then when she answered the phone.

"Hey, Kurosaki-kun!" Inoue's voice was as bubbly as ever, despite the early hour. "What's going on?"

"Hey. Are you doing anything at three today?"

After discussing the details of his situation, Inoue declared herself happy to help. When they eventually hung up, after talking over all the particulars. Ichigo was sure that Grimmjow would be getting a good contract out of this. Out of all the agents at Urahara Promotions, excluding Urahara himself, Ichigo trusted and respected Inoue the most. Despite her bubbly personality, she played hardball better than anyone he knew.

Ichigo went off to brush his teeth and take a shower, extremely pleased with the way his life was going. He had a new client, and a deal with Coca-Cola. He felt like he could take on the world. He would have no problem talking to Byakuya today, he was sure of it. Ichigo was halfway through his shower, shampoo still in his hair, when his business cell went off again. He grabbed a towel, wrapped it around himself, and ran to the phone. Water and soap was dripping off of him everywhere, just adding to the mess that was their room.

"Hello, Kurosaki Ichigo speaking."

"Ah, yes, how d'ya do?" The voice that spoke had thick Kyoto dialect, and Ichigo found himself wondering who could it be. "This is Ichimaru Gin, returning your call from yesterday."

Ichimaru Gin. . . Ichimaru Gin. . . then it clicked in Ichigo's head. One of the publicists that he had been interested in. The one he had been waiting to speak to, yesterday on the bus, before his phone connection had dropped. "Of course, Ichimaru. How are you?"

"Fine, fine. Now, I see here you were calling about a Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez. Did some research on him, though I hardly had to. . . he's been on all the blogs lately."

"Yes, well, we were wondering if you would be willing to take him on as a client. " Ichigo could feel his heart race in anticipation of Ichimaru's answer. The man's voice had sounded amused when he had been talking about Grimmjow, which Ichigo took as a good sign.

"Yeah, sure, I always love a bad boy. More fun to work with, you know? Provided the price is right, of course."

"What were you thinking off?" Ichigo asked.

Ichimaru named his salary, and Ichigo nearly had a heart attack. It was true that Ichimaru was one of the best, and Grimmjow had money to spend, but. . . it still seemed like a fortune.

"How about half of that?" Ichigo asked.

"Now you're just being silly," Ichimaru said, a teasing lilt to his voice. "Ninety percent."

"Sixty."

"Eighty-five."

"Sixty-five," Ichigo said, still trying to play the game.

Ichimaru sounded like he might have been laughing underneath his breath. "In that case. . . ninety-five percent. You say no, this telephone conversation ends now."

Crap.

"Fine," Ichigo said, a little belligerently.

"Perfect," Ichimaru all but purred. "I'll be faxing over my contract, then. I look forward to working with you, Kuro-chan."

Ichigo cringed at the nickname, but Ichimaru hung up before he could say anything about it. He couldn't believe it. . . two huge strokes of luck in one day. But then it dawned on Ichigo, and his good cheer soon turned to mild paranoia. This was too much good luck at once. Something bad was going to happen, he just knew it.

"Ichigo?" Grimmow's voice was still heavy with sleep. "Why are you dripping water all over the bed?"

Ichigo ignored him and went to finish his shower. Once he got out he was feeling better and a lot less superstitious. There was no reason something bad had to happen. Today was just a good day, and he should thank the gods for finally smiling down at him. He waited for Grimmjow to take a shower, and then they both headed to the next door resort together, intent on getting some skiing and breakfast in.

It was a great day to be skiing. It had snowed during the night, a fresh, soft layer of snow coating the mountains. It was all white snow around them, and blue sky and bright sun above them. The fact that the slopes weren't crowded at all also helped. It was a lull in the season, so they didn't have to deal with too many tourists, and all the football players were no doubt eating a healthy breakfast and relaxing in the inn. The game was tonight, after all, so none of them could risk the injuries that a ski accident might give.

Grimmjow and Ichigo made their way to the ski lift which carried them up to the top of the mountain. Their destination was a shack in the middle of the mountain, right on the way down. Ichigo had heard about it from Inoue and was resolved to go while he was here. Surprisingly, Grimmjow had been interested in going as well. Supposedly, the shack made the best taiyaki north of Tokyo. It was made all the better by the fact that the only way to get there was to ski there. . . there wasn't any ski lift or walking path that would get you there.

Soon enough, they were at the top of the run, looking down on glistening snow and white-covered pine trees. It really was beautiful, Ichigo thought. He hadn't gone skiing since the last time he went on vacation with his family, back when he was a second year in college. Though he wasn't one to brag, he had been pretty good at it.

"Race you to the taiyaki stand," Grimmjow said.

Ichigo was about to tell Grimmjow to shove off when he looked at the other man. Grimmjow was smirking, but it wasn't his typical I'm-a-complete-ass kind of smirk. Instead, it was almost. . . amiable.

"Fine," Ichigo replied. He pulled on his goggles and launched himself down the mountain, figuring Grimmjow hadn't said they needed to start at the same time. To his disgust, it didn't take long for Grimmjow to pass by him, a blur of lightning as he sped down the hill. It really was sickening, how good Grimmjow was at anything physical.

Ichigo almost passed by the taiyaki stand, a small brown hut in an expanse of white. He had to really put effort into stopping when he did see it, and nearly ran off the mountain in the process. Grimmjow was already there, holding onto two fish-shaped cakes attached to sticks.

"Do you prefer a more traditional bean paste," Grimmjow asked, grinning in victory, "or something funky and modern, like chocolate?"

"Give me the chocolate one," Ichigo said, reaching for it.

Grimmjow handed him the cake, and they walked over to a nearby table to enjoy eating them, taking seats adjacent to each other. Ichigo bit into it, nearly moaning as pure deliciousness dripped into his mouth. The chocolate was still mostly melted, and the cake was still hot. It was crispy on the outside, but the inside of the cake just dissolved in his mouth. Maybe it was just because he was hungry, but it was possibly the best taiyaki Ichigo had ever eaten.

"Got a butt plug up your ass or something?" Grimmjow asked, a leer on his face. "You look like you're cumming."

Ichigo would have scowled at him, but he was feeling too good about things right now. He looked over to see Grimmjow taking a large bite out of his taiyaki, the whole head of the fish already gone.

"Are you a big skier?" Ichigo asked, curious despite himself. "I can't imagine you doing anything other than playing football, but you were pretty fast."

"Are you kidding me?" Something akin to happiness might have been flashing in Grimmjow's eyes. "I might as well have grown up in the Alps."

Once again, Ichigo was reminded of the wealth gap between them. "Huh. The only skiing I did growing up were annual family trips to Hokkaido."

"Yeah?" Grimmjow asked. "That sounds like fun."

Grimmjow was smiling, but it wasn't his usual sadistic turn of the lips. It almost looked as though. . . he was enjoying himself. Ichigo pressed his palm against Grimmjow's forehead.

"Are you feeling okay? Running a fever?"

Grimmjow slapped Ichigo's hand away, the smile disappearing. Ichigo gave a sigh of relief to see it gone.

"What the hell are you talking about? I'm just saying a family vacation sounds nice. I can just imagine, you and your hot brothers, getting all warmed up in a bath together after a long day skiing and building up a sweat."

"What the hell are you thinking?" Ichigo exclaimed, cheeks blushing. Grimmjow was snickering at him, and he found it all to easy to smile back at the man. "For your information, I have two sisters and no brothers."

"That's a shame," Grimmjow said. "All those hot genes and only you to show for it."

"You wouldn't be saying that if you were straight," Ichigo commented. He thought his sisters were pretty gosh darn cute, but maybe he was biased.

"Do you have a dilf, at least?" Grimmjow was smirking in his entirely unpleasant way, and Ichigo wasn't exactly sure he wanted to know what he was talking about.

"What the hell is a dilf?" Ichigo asked, deciding he might as well just go for it and ask.

"Dad I'd like to fuck."

"Oh! Ewww!" Ichigo shook his head back and forth, as though that would clear any sexual connotations involving his dad from his mind. "There's something seriously fucked up about you, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez."

Grimmjow's smirk only got wider. "Yeah? I bet he's a real hottie, like a more mature, muscular version of you. Maybe you should introduce us-"

"Okay. Shut up before I punch you." Ichigo wasn't sure why he was still smiling after all of Grimmjow's ridiculousness.

Grimmjow snickered, but didn't say anything else about it. His next comment was innocuous enough. "I bet you guys have a lot of fun together.

"Yeah," Ichigo agreed, "we do."

It made Ichigo regret not going home more. He called his mom at least once a week, of course, and she always passed on information about the family. Sometimes Yuzu would call too, checking up on him and asking for advice, but Karin was pretty independent. With both of the girls in college, the family didn't spend nearly as much time together as they used to. He wondered how his mom and dad were handling it, if they were suffering from empty nest syndrome.

Ichigo looked at Grimmjow, but couldn't exactly read what was going on inside his head. Grimmjow was an odd person to began with, so more odd behavior on top of that wasn't entirely unexpected. It was all equally incomprehensible. Ichigo wondered what he was thinking, if he was remembering moments with his family as well

"What about you?" Ichigo asked. "What about your family? Do you have fun together?"

Grimmjow shrugged, turning to look into the distance. "I don't think I've ever spent more than an hour at a time with any of them, so I don't really know."

The mood between them felt a little bit heavier now, so Ichigo dropped the subject. He should have known better than to say anything. He had never heard Grimmjow even mention his family before, and was sure that none of them ever called him. He wondered if all ultra-rich families were this estranged, if Grimmjow was brought up by nannies or something like that.

"You're probably thinking I was raised by nannies or something, aren't you?"

"How the hell did you know that?" Ichigo asked, scowling at Grimmjow's little mind-reading act. At least Grimmjow was smirking again, instead of staring off into the distance.

"Oh, come on, we spend almost every day together, you don't think I'd pick up on some of your thought patterns and shit like that?"

"It's not like we do much talking while we're together," Ichigo countered, instantly regretting it. Grimmjow's eyes darkened with lust at the insinuation, his tongue coming out to lick his lips.

"You know," Grimmjow said, "there's no one else coming down this mountain. We could have some fun together. Just me, you, and that taiyaki stand guy."

Ichigo rolled his eyes as Grimmjow snickered at his own little suggestion. The taiyaki guy was standing in the shack staring off into space, clearly out of earshot. He was a round, red-faced little man, sweat dripping down his face despite the cold. The proposition was definitely not the most pleasant one Ichigo had ever heard.

"Let's have a rematch," Ichigo said, getting up. "Down to the bottom of the run."

"Fine with me," Grimmjow agreed. "It's your ass that's going down."

Ichigo pushed off before Grimmjow even finished putting on his goggles. Grimmjow eventually caught up, but that only forced Ichigo to stay on top of his game. They stayed pretty much neck in neck the whole rest of the way down. When one would edge out the other, it didn't take long for the other one to catch up and return the favor. Finally, Ichigo was the first one to the bottom, coasting to a stop before turning to look back at Grimmjow. Ichigo had a smug smile on his face, especially once he saw that Grimmjow was scowling. The competitive jock really did hate to lose.

"You're lucky you had that head start," Grimmjow said, coming to stand next to Ichigo.

Ichigo shrugged. He figured the head start was made up for by his lack of practice. Once he got back into the swing of skiing again, he'd take Grimmjow on without the handicap and win.

"Do you want to go again?" Ichigo asked. "Or do you want to try a different course?"

"Let's do another one, that one was too simple."

They spent almost all day at the ski resort, Ichigo keeping an eye out for Byakuya the whole time. He was disappointed when he didn't see the man at least once, but figured he could always go to his estate later tonight. At any rate, the football team would probably be leaving for the stadium soon, and the ryoken would be empty.

"I'm kind of tired," Ichigo said, as they finished another run down the mountain. His mind automatically turned to the hot springs and his little secret fantasy. "Do you want to go back and soak in the hot springs?"

"Yeah," Grimmjow replied, to Ichigo's satisfaction. "Sure."

They were making their way through the main building of the ski resort when Ichigo saw him. It wasn't difficult, considering there weren't that many people there today, and besides, Byakuya tended to stand out in the crowd. He was heading right towards them, and bumped into Grimmjow as he made his way past.

"Watch where you're going," Byakuya said, his tone derisive.

"Hey, you little shit," Grimmjow aid, turning around to look at Byakuya, "you're the one that bumped into me. I think you owe me an apology."

As he looked at him, Grimmjow realized that this was the hottie skier Ichigo had been talking too. He looked younger in person, Grimmjow thought. Too little and skinny to be Grimmjow's type, but he was still pretty cute.

Byakuya's eyes narrowed at him. "As though I would ever apologize to a ruffian like you."

Grimmjow outright laughed at that. "Ruffian? What century do you think this is? Think a lame insult like that's good enough to get me mad?"

Well, Ichigo thought, Grimmjow certainly seemed riled up. Byakuya had an obstinate set to his jaw, and Ichigo didn't think that this was going to end well. But then Byakuya's eyes moved over to him, and they narrowed even more.

"You," Byakuya said, "you're that agent. What part of your pea-sized brain doesn't understand the meaning of 'no'? Stop following me."

"Hey," Grimmjow said, "that's no way to speak to your elders."

Ichigo was surprised when Grimmjow's arm reached out, grabbing onto the back of Byakuya's jacket and pulling him forward. "Apologize to Ichigo."

"Unhand me!" Byakuya's arms came up to push Grimmjow away, to no avail. His eyes were practically on fire. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Teaching you some manners," Grimmjow said. He gave the boy a little shake, but that only seemed to increase Byakuya's struggling.

"Unhand me this instant," Byakuya spit out. It was almost comical, the way his fists were banging ineffectively on Grimmjow's chest.

"Nuh uh." Grimmjow's lips spread into a large smirk. "Bad boys need to be punished."

Ichigo watched in horror as Grimmjow's fingers pinched the bottom of Byakuya's neck, and every limb of the teenager's body went limp almost at once. Forget not signing Byakuya as a client, Ichigo was going to get in major trouble with the Kuchiki family over this.

"What the hell are you doing?" He asked, through clenched teeth.

"Relax," Grimmjow replied. He slung Byakuya over his shoulder and started to walk towards the door of the resort. "He's just unconscious, he'll be back up again in no time."

Ichigo followed, making sure that he did, indeed, see the rise and fall of Byakuya's chest. Still, that didn't really change the fact that they were pretty much kidnapping the boy, and he really didn't want to know what Grimmjow was planning to do with him. They got into a taxi, Grimmjow mumbling something to the driver about too many drinks too early in the day, and were back at their ryoken soon enough. In all that time Byakuya hadn't stirred in Grimmjow's arms.

"Grimmjow," Ichigo said, once they were out of the taxi and walking back to their room, "what the hell are you planning?"

"What?" Grimmjow said, feigning innocence. "The kid needs to be taught some manners. I'm doing my civic duty in raising upstanding citizens for Japan."

Ichigo frowned as Grmmjow dumped Byakuya's body on the bed. He wasn't expected it, though, when Grimmjow turned on him, picking him up and throwing him on the bed too.

"What the hell, Grimmjow?" Ichigo shouted, struggling as Grimmjow tied his hands to the headboard with the sash of one of their yukatas.

"Just making sure you don't try to stop me," Grimmjow said, before tying something around Ichigo's mouth as well. "For having such a slutty hole, you're actually kind of a prude."

Ichigo definitely did not like the sound of that, as his mind finally supplied him with what Grimmjow was planning to do with Byakuya. He struggled against the sash, but it was tied on tight. The gag in his mouth prevented any of his words from coming out as anything more than muffled garbage. He watched as Grimmjow made his way back to Byakuya and started to remove his clothes.

Grimmjow peeled off Byakuya's clothing, watching as the boy slept. Sometime during the struggle his ponytail holder had snapped, and his hair hung like silken strands around his face. He really was cute, Grimmjow thought, still had a certain roundness to his cheeks that would probably be gone within a year or two. He was just Kenpachi's type, actually. The guy had a thing for cute twinks.

Soon enough Grimmjow had Byakuya completely stripped. He was a little on the skinny side, but it was still obvious that he was fit. He was all soft, flawless skin, like a little doll. Grimmjow tied his wrists together and laid him down on his side, then got behind the small teenager. The boy had a perfect, firm bubble butt, and Grimmjow kneaded it as Byakuya drifted awake.

The first thing Byakuya became aware of, as consciousness washed over him, was the fact that his wrists were bound tightly together. The second thing he became aware of was that orange-haired agent was tied up in front of him, trying to say something past a cloth gag. The third thing he became aware of was the fact that he was completely nude, and someone was squeezing his ass.

Byakuya's eyes snapped open as he jerked his body away from the warmth behind him. He didn't accomplish much, though, as an arm came to wrap around his chest and keep him in place.

"Release me this instant!" he said, something akin to embarrassment flooding through him. The man behind him only chuckled and licked a trail up the side of his face. Byakuya cringed at the feeling the saliva left on his face. He had no doubt that this was the blue-haired man from before.

"Nuh uh. You've been a bad boy, and now you're going to take your punishment like a man."

Byakuya felt something hard and impossibly huge press against his ass. He blushed furiously and struggled in the man's grip, but he couldn't break out of it. The man leaned against Byakuya's back, some of his weight helping to keep Byakuya in this fetal-like position on the bed. The arm wrapped around his chest pinched his nipple, and Byakuya yelped as half-pain half-pleasure shot through him. "What kind of punishment is this? Let me go!"

"What's the problem, kid? You're the age of consent in this prefecture."

Byakuya was flabbergasted at that response. "I'm not consenting!"

But somehow that arm holding him was moving, and a hand wrapped around his mouth while still immobilizing him.

"You will be," came the heated whisper.

Byakuya jumped as cold, slick fingers pressed against his hole. He screamed into Grimmjow's hand, but they only came out as muffled noises. Two large fingers only pressed against him for now, rubbing small circles around his entrance. Still, he could clearly feel the promise of penetration, could feel the the pressure grow with each small circle. Byakuya could feel his eyes sting with water, but he wasn't sure if it was from embarrassment, fear, or anger. He couldn't believe that someone was doing this to him. A fingertip dipped into his hole, and Byakuya's eyes widened. He thrashed around, one last attempt to get away, then cried out when the finger pushed inside him, shoving aside his tight ring of muscle.

Byakuya cried out again as the finger sunk deep inside his ass. It felt odd; there wasn't supposed to be anything up there. He squirmed, wanting Grimmjow to take it out, relief flooding him when the finger pulled away from him. But then he yelped as the finger shoved in again.

"How's that feel?" Grimmjow asked, fucking the kid with his middle finger. The boy was hot and tight, tight enough to make Grimmjow's cock twitch in anticipation. Grimmjow could feel sweat start to form on the boy's back, could feel the boy shivering against his chest. "How's my finger feel shoved up your ass? You ever had anything up there before?"

Byakuya shook his head, once, the only thing he as able to do at the moment. His body seemed to have lost all its strength. He gave a cry as another finger was roughly shoved into his entrance, joining the other to fuck him. At the very least, he thought, they were slippery and wet with something. He felt them scissor inside of him, spreading his inner walls. Before he knew it, having them inside of him felt less and less strange.

"What's this?" Grimmjow said. His hand left Byakuya's mouth and moved down to his crotch. It wrapped around Byakuya's cock and squeezed, and Byakuya was ashamed to realize that his little cock was hard and dripping. "Someone's enjoying this, yeah? I knew you were the type as soon as I saw you, the kind of slut that needs to have his hole stuffed. You wouldn't have this attitude problem if you got a good dicking every now and then."

Byakuya couldn't even say anything, he was so embarrassed. Instead he tried to bury his face into the bed, tried to pretend this wasn't happening.

"It's not much of a punishment if you like it, yeah? I'll have to give you something else."

The fingers were pulled out of his ass, and Byakuya flushed red as he actually heard himself whimper with the loss. He couldn't believe his body was reacting this way, couldn't believe his cock was dripping so much pre-cum. But then he felt something much larger than a finger press against his hole.

"Don't," he said, eyes widening, "stop it!"

The hand slammed down over his mouth again as Grimmjow started to push. For a moment Byakuya wasn't even sure if it would go it, nothing seemed to be happening. But then his ring of muscle gave way, and the head of Grimmjow's cock pushed inside of him, spreading his entrance open wider than it had ever been before. Byakuya could feel tears fall down his cheeks as he was spread apart. It hurt. . . he had never felt something like this before. He felt lips pressing against his neck, soft kisses that he supposed were meant to ease the pain. The hand left his mouth, but he didn't have the strength to yell. Besides, he didn't exactly want someone to rush inside the room to see him like this.

"Please," he said, the word almost foreign on his tongue, "take it out. It's too big."

"It's fine," Grimmjow said, pushing in little by little. "You can take it."

"It hurts." He almost didn't recognize his voice. When had he ever sounded so unsure, so feeble? It only served to shame him more. Grimmjow's hand stroked his side, its warmth almost comforting.

"It's okay, you're doing good."

Byakuya felt every excruciating inch as it slid inside of him. He had never been spread open like this; he felt as though he was being split in half. He swore that he could feel Grimmjow's cock inside his stomach.

"You're doing good," Grimmjow repeated, whispering it into Byakuya's ear. The teenage was shivering in his arms, his body spasming around Grimmjow's cock. It felt too good, too tight. Grimmjow didn't even think he could get all the way inside of the boy. He stopped pretty close to it though, most of his cock lodged inside Byakuya's ass. He rubbed his hand over Byakuya's hip, calming the other boy down as he got used to the sensation of having something so big inside of him.

"Do you want it to be over soon soon?"

The boy nodded, unable to do much else.

"Apologize to Ichigo, then."

Byakuya sniffled. He couldn't remember the last time he had apologized for something, but at this point he didn't care. "I'm sorry, Ichigo. I was rude to you."

"Why don't you apologize with your mouth?"

Byakuya looked up at Ichigo, who was, in turn, glaring at Grimmjow. Byakuya looked down to see that there was a tent in Ichigo's pants. He didn't have to reach far to touch it, his slim hand pressing against Ichigo's erection. Ichigo shivered at his touch, and Byakuya took that as encouragement. He opened Ichigo's zipper and pulled out Ichigo's cock, blushing at the sight. It was long and slim and delicious looking. Leaning forward as best he could with Grimmjow's cock inside him, he took the head of Ichigo's cock into his mouth. He sucked on the top half of it as his hands stroked the bottom half, finding that it tasted just as good as it looked.

Grimmjow snickered at how enthusiastic Byakuya looked to be sucking cock. "You've never had a dick up your ass, but I've bet you've spent a lot of time sucking on them."

Byakuya turned crimson at the accusation, which was all the confirmation Grimmjow needed to know it was true. Whoever was fucking that little pink mouth was a lucky asshole, Grimmjow thought. At any rate, Grimmjow had been still for long enough. He pulled out and pushed back in, causing Byakuya to cry out against the cock in his mouth. He fucked the boy slowly as Byakuya gave Ichigo head. He could only really fuck him with the top half of his cock, the boy was so tight. Grimmjow grabbed Byakuya's top leg and lifted it up before letting it fall back over his thigh. Byakuya's hole was spread open a little bit more this way, and Grimmjow was able to get a few more inches in.

Grimmjow reached around to Byakuya's cock, which had gone limp when he had been breached but was now coming back to life. Grimmjow started stroking it to full hardness as he fucked the boy's hole. Soon enough, Byakuya was moaning in pleasure around Ichigo's cock. At some point, Grimmjow's dick inside of him had stopped hurting and started to feel good. Unbelievably good. Byakuya couldn't stand how good it felt, wanted it to keep fucking him, deeper and deeper. It wasn't long before he came, spilling hot, sticky seed into Grimmjow's hand. Ichigo's semen soon flooded his mouth, and he swallowed every gulp even as he tried to suck out more.

After Byakuya came, Grimmjow figured it was his turn to get off. He pulled out of the boy and flipped him over on his back. Grimmjow kneeled, pointing his cock at Byakuya's crotch as he stroked on it. After several fast strokes he could feel the pressure built in his groin, and soon he was shooting strings of cum onto Byakuya's limp cock and nest of black pubic hair. He almost coated Byakuya's cock with the stuff before he stopped. He watched as Byakuya, of his own accord, reached down with a finger and scooped some cum out of his pubic hair. He brought it to his lips and sucked it down his throat before going back for more.

"What a little cum slut," Grimmjow muttered, a little surprised. At any rate, Byakuya looked content enough, so Grimmjow wasn't too worried. He knew all the boy needed was a good pounding.

"What about him?" Byakuya asked, nodding towards Ichigo. The orange-haired man still looked irate, despite the fact that he had just cum.

"Don't worry about Ichigo," Grimmjow replied. "He's just jealous that my dick was up someone else's hole instead of his."

Still, Grimmjow went about removing Ichigo's gag and untying him. He had barely undid Ichigo's restraints when a fist went flying into his face and his vision went completely black.

Ichigo watched as Grimmjow fell, unconscious, onto the bed. He grabbed Byakuya's shoulders, pulling the boy up and shaking him a little bit. "Are you okay?"

Byakuya blinked, a little dazed from everything that had happened. "I'm. . . fine. I think."

Ichigo sighed. He swore, one day Grimmjow would be the death of him.

Next chapter: Ichigo and Grimmjow enjoy the rest of their time at the ryoken, then Ichigo gets a call from a mystery potential client.