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Lies of Resistance (Bleach, Grimmjow/Ichigo)

Lies of Resistance (1246 words) by gryvon
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Rape/Non-Con
Relationships: Grimmjow Jaegerjaques/Kurosaki Ichigo
Characters: Grimmjow Jaegerjaques, Kurosaki Ichigo
Additional Tags: Community: springkink, Torture, Bloodplay
Series: Part 2 of Captive Series

Ichigo is captured while trying to rescue Orihime and the arrancar are bent on forcing him into submission.

The door shut silently behind Ulquiorra, sealing Ichigo in the tiny room with an insanely grinning arrancar. It felt like a tomb. His tomb. Ulquiorra had said they were going to keep him alive, that they intended to break him, to make him serve the arrancar but with Grimmjow…. He didn’t think Grimmjow cared about any of that.

There were bruises on his ankles from where Grimmjow had held him, already starting to darken into the shape of hands.

“You liked that, didn’t you, you little slut.”

Ichigo’s tongue froze in his mouth. There was no way he could respond to that, not with his own come still wet on his chest.

“You won’t like this,” Grimmjow promised as he shifted forward on the bed, moving to position himself between Ichigo’s still-spread thighs.

Chain rattled as Ichigo started to shift away, but he didn’t get far. Grimmjow’s hand covered his face, pressing too-hard against Ichigo’s nose as he shoved the Shinigami’s head back hard into the rock wall behind him. Pain sent sparks across his vision and kept him still while the ropes around his wrists were snapped apart. He heard more than saw Grimmjow grab the chain and pull, extra length magically pulling away from the wall to lay slack in the arrancar’s hands.

“This isn’t going to be the last time I spread you open, Ichigo. You’re ours now, our filthy manwhore, ripe for the fucking.”

The words sunk slowly into Ichigo’s brain. He turned his head to stare at the arrancar, disbelief and dread warring in his head. Grimmjow grinned and tightened his fingers around Ichigo’s head. Air slid over his face as he was pulled forward and then, just as quickly, the motion reversed. He thought he heard something crack as he hit the wall again. He probably had a concussion.

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