Love Me: The Re-Write
A/N: I originally written a story called Love Me a few years ago, but I decided to rewrite it and make it better. I've spent my time scrutinizing and criticizing other stories without realizing that I would have to fix faults in my own. On top of that, I really enjoy writing this story. I'm hoping that this version will be better that the first.
~Maxx
"I'm sorry" was all that Ichigo could leave Orihime with as he exited the room. He was missing his spare box of condoms and he wasn't too happy about it.
"Shit," he muttered to himself as he searched the bathroom for his "secret" stash. He reached behind the pipe under the bathroom sink trying to wrap his fingers around the box hidden there.
One might say that he was going too far in his attempt to hide condoms, but in his apartment condoms were scarce and any of his roommates could snag them. No matter how hard he tried to hide them, they all seemed to come up missing. Renji was always the prime suspect, but he figured since the guy was away his condoms would be safe...for now at least.
His fingers finally wrapped around a crushed box. He all but ripped the package off of the pipe and tore it open, eager to finish what he started earlier.
"Fucking empty!" he growled as one package fell into his hand. "I had three the other day!"
Ichigo tossed the crumpled box into the trash can and trudged out of the bathroom. He couldn't believe his luck. He spent so much on condoms that it was almost insane. It was almost as if having condoms was a luxury around his apartment; a privilege even. He was starting to think that finding even a near full box of condoms was the equivalent of finding a four-leaf clover.
"Fuck it," he grunted on his way back to his room.
He just wanted to get all of it out of his mind and get back to the task at hand (and the task in his pants). He had an itch and it needed to be scratched and Orihime was the only one who could do that for him.
/"Nh."/
Ichigo paused.
/"Ha. Right here."/
He turned around and listened.
/"Wait, no. No. Not there. Please"/
/Is that Ishida?/ He thought, turning towards the room. He could hear what sounded like a girl's voice moaning softly. /That's can't be right. Who's in there with him?/
Ichigo opened the door slightly to peek through. His heart pounded as he tip-toed down the hall. He knew he was invading Ishida's privacy, but at the moment, he didn't care.
/That bastard must have stolen my condoms/ he thought, growling. /Who the hell is that slut anyway/ he thought, trying to get a better look at the girl. She was straddling someone's waist. Someone who's build didn't fit Uryu's. This guy was a at least a foot taller and had a more of a defined chest compared to the slim, skinny Quincy. But what really gave it away was the gruffness of this guy's voice.
/"Yeah. That's it."/
"What the fuck-?" Ichigo whispered.
He figured the guy was probably Grimmjow, considering he was the only one of his three roommates that talked a lot during sex, according to his ex-girlfriend (and several other women that he'd slept with).
/"You want me to fuck you so hard, don't you?/ Grimm questioned the girl. /"C'mon. Do it."/
/"Please-"/
/"Do it. Now."/
Grimmjow sat up. The girl went down on him, sucking him off. Ichigo frowned, watching this happen. He would admit that he was a little turned on by this, but he still wondered why they would be screwing around in Ishida's room. Maybe it was to get back at him for...well, a lot of things that Ishida had done to piss Grimmjow off.
The girl choked and whimpered. She tried to come up for air, but Grimm thrust himself into her mouth. She gagged roughly. Grimm's hand forced her head back down as he fucked her mouth violently. She couldn't breathe! He was choking her!
Ichigo wanted to step in and help her, but his legs wouldn't move. He knew that if he tried to interfere, Grimmjow would kill him for sure. And even so, he wasn't even sure if the girl /wanted/ this or not. Maybe they were just doing some S & M crap. Ichigo was sure they had a safe word.
Grimm slapped the girl's head. Ichigo grimaced, hearing the impact.
/"The fuck you think you're doing trying to get away, slut?"/ Grimm growled.
/"I'm sorry,"/ The girl cried through coughs.
She was choking and gagging harshly. She covered her mouth to keep herself from puking up.
/"I swear it if you puke I'm going to make you lick up every drop you little skank."/
He shoved the girl down and pressed her head into the sheets. Ichigo covered his mouth in shock. He could feel his erection slowly rising.
/"You want me here?"/ Grimm asked shoving a finger inside the girl's ass.
She cried out in pain. He worked a second finger inside he, making sure that she was well prepared.
/"I'm gonna fuck you so hard slut."/
/"Aaah! Hnn!"/
/"That's it. Cry for me baby. Do you want me?"/
/"Yes!"/ She moaned.
Grimmjow was on his fourth finger when Ichigo's head began to spin. He was watching the "God of Sex" in action. He'd only heard of what Grimmjow could do from himself and many of his past lays. This one probably wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow.
Ichigo clutched the door frame so hard his knuckles began to turn white. His throat was dry and his lips quivered. He tried to resist all urge to jerk off while watching Grimm pound into the poor girl.
/"Your ass is so tight and hot,"/ he whispered to her.
/"Nnn. Hmm,"/ she replied, biting into the blankets. /"Don't say that."/
"Holy-fuu-ha-!" Ichigo gasped.
Ichigo's eyes widened. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. The girl looked up at him with pained eyes. She was mouthing something. But what was it?
/"Help me."/
Ichigo all but ignored her pleas for help as he watched Grimmjow pound into her. That face was frighteningly familiar though. It kind of unnerved him. It was probably because she looked almost like a guy in the position she was in.
Weird.
Grimmjow forced himself farther than her limits. The girl screamed, arching her back. When he finished her, he lightly shoved her limp body forward and slid off the bed. Ichigo panicked at seeing him finished; it had taken him a long time to do so. He quickly hurried down the hall and to his room, ready to get it on with Orihime, but he couldn't help but think about what happened (considering that it was fueling his erection).
He wondered why Grimmjow and his new girlfriend would screw around in Ishida's room of all places. And he couldn't help but wonder who she was. She seemed familiar. He'd seen her face at a movie theater maybe, but that was all he could remember about her.
"Orihime," Ichigo whispered as he entered the room. He closed the door and tiptoed to the bed and gave her a soft nudge.
"Orihi-"
Ichigo stopped and frowned. He groaned and threw his head back. She'd fallen asleep on him.
Again!
Here's a tast of what the rewrite will be like. Please leave your words of encouragement or criticizing in a review.