A/N: I was in a really good mood to write something, so I stole to myself and typed this out. It was originally meant as a one shot, but I got really into it while writing and I didn't end it off really well. So tell me in your reviews if you want this to be a story or just end here.

Summary: A drunk Ichigo. A sadistic Grimmjow. Some tape, enclosed hotel room and a death threat against Rukia. GrimmIchi rape. Definitely not for kids…

Warnings: Erm, a lot. For starters, Ichigo gets raped. And trapped in Grimmjow's hotel room. And there's smut, like a lot of it.

Chapter 1: Trapped!

Ichigo and Rukia had broken up about two days ago. She said it had to do with the way he looked at Orihime, which was fucked up because he never really noticed her. Anyways, Ichigo knew that she wanted a break and was only using that as an excuse. And he was okay with it, or so he thought. But lately, he had reoccurring dreams of her and woke up angry and started breaking things until he couldn't take it no more. Ichigo finally opted to go to a bar to drown his sorrows. He just didn't realize how many things he was sad about because, by the time he "drowned his sorrows", his pants were wet too.

The person beside him stood and left, and a blue haired man took his spot. Man, this new comer was hot. He had eyes which pierced through the dim neon light and the sexiest smirk you'll ever find. Perfect teeth shone through, waiting to be kissed and licked. He seemed arrogant and obnoxious, though that only served to make him hotter. His shirt was slightly loose, but you can't mistake the six pack he hid beneath. He must have worked out on a regular basis. His arms were equally lean and his hands were big and full of strength. Ichigo stared stupidly at him.

"Yer got a name?" The man asked. His eyes glowered dangerously, like a panther stalking his prey. "To match that pretty face?"

Ichigo hiccupped. His crotch stiffened between his legs. The heat coursed from there. "Ichigo." He said proudly. He used his thumb to press his erection. He really couldn't help himself. "Kurosaki Ichigo."

The blue haired man's hands found their way to Ichigo's chin. He caressed it gently. "Grimmjow."

Ichigo felt his skin burn, especially his chin, where Grimmjow's hand was. His hands reached forward and grabbed Grimmjow's arm. He presented his entire body forward and pleaded with his eyes. He was so damn drunk he didn't notice the glint of surprise in Grimmjow's eyes. He was so damn drunk that he didn't give a fuck. "Yer … hot."

Grimmjow stretched out his arms and grabbed Ichigo's neck. He pushed the orange head into his embrace. He smirked. "Is that yer invitation?"

Grimmjow's scentless aroma breathed into Ichigo's nose. The orange head moaned. His crotch thumped. "You wanna fuck?"

The blue haired man glanced briefly at Ichigo before raising his glass to his lips. "But yer so young."

Ichigo shook his head and raised his glass proudly. "I'm twenty two and I can take care of my fucking self."

"Won't yer parents go lookin' after ya?" Grimmjow said. "Or yer friends?"

Ichigo took a huge swallow and shook his head. "I live with my old man. He gives about two rat asses for my safety and that's boot. Mother's dead. And friends? I disappear regularly. Not like they'll ever know."

"I see." A huge smile littered Grimmjow's face. "Let's go somewhere else then. I rented a room not far from here. We can fuck there."Grimmjow smiled. His fingers tugged the ends of Ichigo's hair. "Smells good, Berry."

Ichigo grinned to himself. He was too drunk to get mad, or realize anything for that matter. He watched stupidly as Grimmjow stood. The man was fucking tall. Too drunk to give a good estimate, Ichigo stood shakily and fell under Grimmjow's arm. "How far?"

"Right across the street." Grimmjow's hand slid under Ichigo's arm. He gave Ichigo's nipple a squeeze. It hardened immediately.

"Nggh." Came the reply. Ichigo's cock gave another lunge at his jeans. He wanted to unzip himself, but Grimmjow's hand went over his and Grimmjow's sleek voice whispered in his ears, "Not now." Smiling, Ichigo pulled his hand away. His body lurched forward with pleasure. His cock bolted, though he tried not to care. Smiling, he caught the corners of Grimmjow's grin. It was creepy (but sexy) as hell. If he hadn't fourteen glasses of whatever, Ichigo's rapist alert senses would have been fucking itself already.

After a few minutes, Grimmjow and Ichigo reached Grimmjow's hotel room. The blue haired man turned the knob and practically pushed Ichigo inside.

"Are we going to fuck now?" Ichigo asked out loud.

"Of course, my berry, of course." Grimmjow quickly locked the doors and closed the curtains. Something triggered in Ichigo's mind. A lot of things weren't right. He was starting to get over the daze. But it was too late. Right before he was going to demand an explanation, threaten to scream, Grimmjow's lips fell on his in a crushing kiss.

Ichigo's felt hands grab the side of his face. His mouth was forcefully opened and Grimmjow's tongue snaked through. The little erection purged and Ichigo's inner self became embroiled in disgust. Grimmjow's tongue was hot, but unpleasant and threatening. It forcefully explored the corners of Ichigo's mouth and left a weird, minty taste afterward. His partner was being very aggressive. Shivers ran down the orange head's back. When the blue haired man finally let go, Ichigo found a hand over his lips. "Shh, don't ya dare say a word."

A roll of fat, grey tape ran over Ichigo's lips. He muffled in protest, but could not be heard. He started thrashing with his hands and kicked Grimmjow, but found himself easily usurped. Quickly, Grimmjow stripped off Ichigo's belt and tied the orange head's hands with them. He grabbed Ichigo's struggling legs and forced him onto the bed. Ichigo's clothes were gone in less than a minute.

A firm hand started stroking Ichigo's bare back. A rough finger jammed into his opening. Ichigo screamed against his gag. Tears brimmed in his eyes. The orange head had almost fully recovered from the alcohol and now he knew perfectly what was happening. A single name etched his mind. Rukia. Would he ever see her again?

Grimmjow brushed his heavily erect and dripping cock against Ichigo's thighs. Ichigo started moving around. For fuck's sake, he was a virgin, and he was planning to lose it to someone special! But Grimmjow was no gentle man to these thoughts. He let the feeling of his cock sink into Ichigo's thighs before he went for the opening. And when it did, it slid slowly inwards, until it reached the hilt. Ichigo's muffled sounds of despair increased and his fingers sought desperately for the bed sheets. "If yer goin' to grab anythin', it'll be me." Grimmjow stole Ichigo's hands and gave them a squeeze. He felt the orange head's feeble nails grip his palm. Grimmjow laughed sadistically. He pulled his cock back and made a deep plunge, burying it back in again. Again and again. The thrusts were becoming harder and faster and Ichigo's hands were helpless in Grimmjow's much bigger ones. Grimmjow grabbed Ichigo biceps. The orange head was well built and lean, but Grimmjow was far more confident in his own strengths. He ripped away the belt around Ichigo's wrists and pulled Ichigo up by his arms, towards him, towards his erection, towards the source of Ichigo's fear. Grimmjow started coming. His eyes flared and his smirk widened. He thrusted one last time before trying something new.

Ichigo felt himself suddenly pushed away. He took the moment to escape, to crawl away, but a strong hand reached his neck. Instinctively, he gripped the hand, but another came and flipped him on his back. He muffled a plea. Grimmjow shook his head and pointed at Ichigo's crotch. His thumb brushed against it. Ichigo started coming. He had never been teased before. "You like it." Grimmjow smiled sadistically.

And that was reason enough. Grimmjow forced Ichigo into a sitting position and took the orange head on his lap. Once more, he penetrated Ichigo's opening and rocked him to the rhythm of his thrust. It hurt like hell. Ichigo's arms fell limp by Grimmjow's shoulders. Grimmjow continued to thrust. When will this nightmare ever end? His body was thinking otherwise, because his little friend was already standing straight. This delighted Grimmjow to no ends. The blue haired man stroked the head gently as a tease. Ichigo moaned and cried at the same time and was utterly glad that he could not be heard.

There was suddenly a knock at the door. A woman's voice said: "Room service."

A faint glimmer of hope reached Ichigo. He started to thrash and scream. But Grimmjow's hand covered his lips. His cock smothered Ichigo's thighs. "Busy!" The blue haired man declared. "Come back tomorrow morning!"

Ichigo heard, with dying hope, the screech of the cart as the person left. He struggled harder against Grimmjow's grip.

Grimmjow was holding Ichigo by the side now. He was fucking him sideways. He drenched his dripping length on Ichigo's thighs and groaned gruffly. "I want you to suck me." He commanded.

The orange head screeched against his gag again.

Grimmjow scoffed and pushed him away. Ichigo fell helplessly onto the bed again. He couldn't find the strength to climb back. His ass was sore and his front was horny as hell. A slight whimper escaped his throat. The blue haired man was walking towards his pants. He fished out Ichigo's wallet. There was a picture of the orange head in one pocket and the picture of a pretty girl with black hair and big eyes in the other. "Who's that?" Grimmjow said. "Rukia? That's a nice name she has there."

A shudder escaped Ichigo's lips. Fury rose in his chest and drove up his throat. He screamed towards Grimmjow and reached his hands towards the offender, but was stopped by Grimmjow's leg. "Suck me first." Grimmjow said simply. "Suck me or dolly here gets it." He took the picture from the protective covering. There was a number scribbled on the back. Lose it again and die. "Harsh little chick." Grimmjow smirked. "Should I go calling her now?"

Ichigo shook his head furiously as he struggled against his gag. He was still trying to lunge at Grimmjow. Don't hurt Rukia…

"Are you going to suck me then?" Ichigo closed his eyes and nodded reluctantly. "Good, now, once I take that bitch off, yer gonna suck me off real nice. One mistake and yer girlfriend dies. Or actually, I think I might do more than just kill her. She's a pretty little thing." Grimmjow chuckled to himself. "You scream, you thrash, you bitch and you taste my hand. I ain't scared to beat you to death. The security here is real shit. They won't even realize that you are gone, until they find yer corpse that is. But I think I'm gonna take a little something'" His hands reached Ichigo crotch. He gave it a hard squeeze. Ichigo shuddered and gripped himself. "As a souvenir. You got what I'm saying?" Ichigo nodded pathetically. "Good."

Grimmjow's hands brushed against Ichigo's lips and left with the gag. He threw it onto the ground.

Ichigo struggled to breathe. "She's not my girlfriend …" Was somehow the first thing that came to mind.

"I don't give a fuck." Grimmjow spat. "Yer mine now. Suck." His hands reached into Ichigo's hair and pulled. He pushed Ichigo onto his knees and his head between his own crotch.

Ichigo felt pathetic. He felt disgusted with himself and what he was doing. He was going to suck a sadistic, fucked up rapist who took his virginity moments earlier. But … Rukia's safety was on the line and, as hard as it was for him to admit, he was still in love with her. Her face hovered in his mind and his fears were put to ease. Summoning his courage, Ichigo took the erect cock in his hands and bought it to his mouth. His lips hovered over it momentarily before nibbling. He swallowed the entire length until it hit the back of his mouth. Grimmjow was moaning in pleasure and came. In heat, Grimmjow's hands brought Ichigo's lips closer. The orange head started to choke. He tried to pull away, but Grimmjow's hand was firm. It was going deeper and deeper and it hit his throat. Ichigo pushed himself away and started to choke.

"Swallow it."

Ichigo raised his head in challenge. Grimmjow's eyes were hard and excited. His grip was growing tighter. Ichigo swallowed. Rukia. "Don't, hurt her."

"That depends on you, Berry." Grimmjow smirked.

Ichigo could not be beaten so easily. "What do I have to do to get the fuck out of here?"

Grimmjow smiled. His hands reached to touch Ichigo's face. "Seven days, seven more days before I leave Karakura town. If you do it right, I won't kill you afterwards. But you might as well enjoy it, because I always get my ways. Now." His smile was becoming really creepy. "Suck like your life depended on it."

And Ichigo did just that. Because his life was dependant on such.

He could never hate himself so much. But he could never love Rukia more.

Okay, so how was it? Should I continue, make more chapters, or just end it off here? Any suggestions, feedback? Thanks for reading ~