Gladiator

Chapter 2

Showing off was fun.
Showing off half-naked in a dirty, muddy arena with deadly weapons and a huge audience was even better.
Showing off for a hot, also-half-naked, muscly man was amazing and the best thing he'd done in a long while.

When Ichigo got back to the box his new master resided in, he grinned saucily and Aizen smirked.
"Come here." The dark-headed man crooked a finger at Ichigo.

The red-head complied and let himself slide onto his master's lap.
He was made straddle the larger man, his knees on either side of his hips and Ichigo's shins rested on Aizen's thighs. The Fox tucked his bare feet in between Aizen's knees.
As his master slid his hands up Ichigo's behind to settle on his waist, Ichigo set his arms on Aizen's shoulders and loosely clasped his hands together behind the other's head. Gently, he rested his cheek on his master's chest.
Yes, he would only have to do this for a little while. Then he'd be free.

The Sexta stalked in a few moments later, and as he stood at Aizen's side, listening to praise, Ichigo's eyes connected with the blue-haired male's. Ichigo grinned at him, to which the Sexta let a tiny quirk touch his lips.

"-now go bathe yourself. I hate bloody slaves." With that, the other left again, leaving Ichigo in Aizen's lap, surrounded by the rest of his slaves.

"Aizen-sama?" Ichigo whispered in a sultry voice - that was how he would get his way with Aizen.
"May I go and bathe as well? I'm all sweaty and dusty and my feet smell horrid."
With a curt nod, Aizen let Ichigo slip away.

"Sexta!" Ichigo called once he was out in the hall.

The Sexta turned and eyed him curiously with a questioning grunt.

"First, what's your name?" Ichigo asked, the Sexta stepping in sync with him.

"Grimmjow Jeagerjaques. What's yours?"

"Ichigo Kurosaki! How old are you?" Ichigo replied, smiling at Grimmjow.

"I'm twenty three...why the sudden change in attitude?" Grimmjow seemed to truly be curious.

"Well, like I said. He told me to show off, be loud, put meaning to my arena name...I see you've already got that down, though, huh?" The red-head's lips pulled into a smirk and Grimmjow frowned.

"What do you mean I've already got it down? What do I have down?" Grimmjow was so confused and it made Ichigo so happy.

"Your name, dummy. You've already got meaning to it, don't you? Sexta?" Ichigo strained the word sensually before pushing open the bath house doors to leave Grimmjow staring half shocked half confused at his back.

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Grimmjow was sure that the Fox would be the death of him.

He shook his head and pushed the door open as well, having let it close in his pause.

It seemed the Fox had disappeared for a while, so Grimmjow stripped and sank down in the bath, letting the fast water rub away the grime on him - he didn't feel like scrubbing himself yet.

Grimmjow figured he'd dozed off because he jerked when a hand laid itself on his shoulder.

"Grimmjow? You should let me look at those wounds." It was the new slave, Ichigo.

"Why?"

"They could get infected and you could die depending on the infection and part of the body infected." Ichigo deadpanned.

"Oh." the blue-haired man mumbled, turning slightly to look at Ichigo. "Okay then."
As Ichigo stood and walked off, Grimmjow couldn't keep his eyes off the barely-covered bum that jiggled slightly as Ichigo walked away.