When That Soilder's Gone
Chapter 1
Hello hello! It CheshireeKat back again with another magnificient story! (I hope) I got insipired by Dear John! That movie was soo sad! :( Buuut I changed it up a bit! I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I did writting it!
Discliamer: If only Tite Kubo cared enough to give me even a slither of rights lol :(
WARNING, Character death, smutt, kinky sex, comfort and drama! :D
REMEMBER, RATED M FOR MATURE!
Enjoy!
"G-Grimmjow!" Ichigo moaned as he was pounded into senselessly. Grimmjow had the boys legs pinned to his chest as they were settled over his shoulders in missionary style. The blunette wanted to make sure the teen would remember this as the best sex. That this pleasure was better than their first time. So he could forget it all. Forget the fact that at the end of the week he'd have to return back to the army. As like any soilder, the blunette got a break to go back home to visit family, friends, lovers, etc. In just a weeks time, and today sadly was a day before he had to go back. A Sunday to be percise. Just the thought of him having to leave Ichigo again for a handful of months put a damper on his mood, which just made him thrust harder and deeper into his lover. Flipping Ichigo over so he was now upon his hands and knees, the the blue haired male grabbed his uke's waist and began to start a brutal pace of brute thrust into the warm cavern of Ichigo.
"Ah! My god- A- haah! Shit
Grimmy!" Ichigo panted breathlessly. Wet slapping sounds filled accompanied by the orangette's moans filled the room, giving the silence of the home a melodic sound of sexual tranquility. The teen couldn't take it. His knees wobbled slightly and his arms trembled as the pressure and pleasure increased. Ichigo knew just as well as Grimmjow did that this sex was meant to fill in the space of his absence; plus to give the idea that this sex was beyond greater than the first time he lost his virginity to him. He hated it. Hated the fact that he knew Grimmjow would be here today and gone tommorow. That it would be months before he felt such hands and other parts do such work on him again. It was like a cold with no cure, a itch you couldn't scratch until there was one thing that could fix it all. And the cure for that cold and the itch you couldn't scratch, for Ichigo, was Grimmjow. Feeling a chisled torso press against his sweat coated back, Ichigo felt the hot breath of the
Soilder hover above his ear.
"You like that, Ichi?" He mumbled seductively to his lust filled lover. "Don't you?" Ichigo could barely make a legiable sentence, rather that speak, so all he did was nodd as he tried to fight to push out the word 'yes' along with the stumbles of other words and moans. "Yes!" He finally pushed out as Grimmjow nibbled on his ear. "Yes, I love it! Fuck!" Grimmjow needed him to say no more. He was going to put his all into whatever restraint he had left to not cum into Ichigo. Giving the boy a stern strike to the ass cheek, enough to make it sting, Grimmjow reached for his uke's neglected length and stroked with such feriosious pace that alternated between squeezing and digging his nail in the slit, leaving Ichigo a panting, horried mess of grunts and moans. "Ichigo" He mumured again as he felt the pit of climax coil in his stomach. He was close and be knew his lover was too, thus making him flip Ichigo again. He wanted to see his berry, his Ichi, his lover
Bask in the afterglow of sex as he feathered down from his sex high once he came. It was all he ever wanted.
"Ichi.. I'm close" Grimmjow said still slamming his hips forward into the awaiting body below with a fast pace with no paticular rhythm, aiming to dagger the orangette's prostate with such force that made Ichigo's toes curl. "M-Me to". Ichigo felt that pang of sadness again as he realized that the only thing that was worth living for was about to end it all and leave him. He wanted to hold out a bit longer just so the soilder could stay... Just a bit longer. But noo, fate had to make it end now. Ichigo tossed his head from side to side as he felt his groin tighten and the feeling of release level up. No, he didn't want this moment to end. The rare one he got every once in a blue moon. No, he didn't want it to end but it was going to.
"Grimmjow! Yah-ah, ha!~" Hot streams of white sprinkled Ichigo's abdomen and torso as he reached his peak of release. The feeling of Ichigo's
Passage ways constricting like a boa constructer drove Grimmjow off the edge. He gave a one... two... three thrust before he let his load shoot into the sweet cavern of bliss. The feeling of both being filled and filling felt like ecstacy. The abyss of pleasure haven. Grimmjow filled Ichigo up so much it went overload and leaked slowly upon the dark blue silk sheets. Ichigo's back arched then bowed back to the bed, panting heavily as he and the blunette treasured the aftermath of their amazing sex. Grimmjow collasped, not even caring about getting himself dirty with his lovers juices, them both panting for air like dehidrated dogs.
"I... I love you Grimmjow" Ichigo mumbled as he placed his arms around broad shoulders. "I love you too.. More than you love me" He smirked something coy, totally serious about the words that just slipped from him mouth. He loved Ichigo more than anything, sadly more than himself sometimes, but he guessed that's what you call love. Ichigo gave Grimmjow a
Light tap to the head, something that sent the message of 'Oh shut up' and smiled. "Whatever you say" the orange haired teen mumbled, pulling on blue tresses to be pulled down into a passionate french kiss. Their tongues battled for dominance, Ichigo not giving in so easily, even though it was Grimmjow to over power. He let out a low grunt while the blunette let out a short chuckle after pulling away from the kiss, trying to have their lungs grasp for air. Glassed bronze eyes, a faint blush, tanned skin and a bed of unrulely orange hair equaled a double check in Grimmjow's book. It was all so beatiful. Like a fancy mosaic encrested in diamonds. "Yeah, what ever I say.." where the last words Ichigo heard before he felt his lips covered by a pair of thin moist ones. He heard the blunette mumble again, "I Love you Ichigo.." but that was all, for he had fallen asleep in mid sentence.
Grimmjow murmured the words of love to the now unconsious boy again, knowing that he couldn't hear him nor
Repsond, but it just felt so good to say it. Felt so good to know Ichigo felt that way too, even when he couldn't or didn't say it. Felt so good to be in love.
With that, the blunette soon mimicked the actions of his now sleeping lover, rolling off of him to only pull the lithe body to his bare chest and snuggling him as he patted his hair and nuzzled the silk. "I love you Ichi.." he closed his eyes. "I love you..."
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Ichigo woke to just what he thought it would be. Silent and... Cold... Grimmjow was no longer occupying the left side of the bed like he was the night before. Here it begun. Hell on Earth all over again. He looked over to the empty spot, running his hand over the area where his lover once was, already feeling the pain in his chest grow at knowing Grimmjow hadn't even had the decency to wake him up and say he was leaving, even though Grimmjow most likely did but got nothing but grunts from a sleepy Ichigo. The orangette frowned at the thought, feeling that him
Not being able to say goodbye to grimmjow was his fault.
Sitting up on his elbows, he felt pain strike his spinal cord and sent a shiver all the way up, giving him goose bumps. No matter how much Grimmjow loosened him up, it still hurt. Looking over to the desk left to his bed, he took the note that was folded and placed neatly along the bedside table. He sighed, reaching for the note, curious as to what it said.
He unfolded it and unfolded it until his eyes came in contact with Grimmjow's chicken scratch hand writting. He chuckled at the way his boyfriend wrote. The blunette's hand writting was never really up to par. He rubbed his cold filled eyes, once or twice, trying to clear his vison, followed by a yawn.
'Dear Ichigo,
Im sorry I had to leave you again. This week has been one of the best ones we shared together since I came back from the Espada Army Troops. I hate that I had to leave you so early in the morning, I tried to wake you up but I guess Grimmy put it on ya a little
To hard last night-'
Ichigo blushed as the memories flooded his mind and he snorted a bit, truely not surprised by his boyfriends cocky attitude, but continued to read.
'-With that said Ichi, Ima miss you alot. I didn't wanna go but you know I have to. I love you so much and I promise I'll return home in one peice... I promise.
Love your one and only (I better be your one and only)
-Grimmjow J.w'
Once again Ichigo chuckled at his boyfriends dry humor, realizing how much of a corn ball this guy was. But that feeling was instantly drowned with the waters of depression; once again realizing Grimmjow was gone. Gone for, who knows how long, two months, three months, a year!? He didn't know, and thats what hurt him the most. Feeling a wetness form at the corner of his eyes, he draped an arm over his eyes and plopped to lay back down again. He hated this. He hated this feeling. To know what he loved so much was gone. Not for forever, but long enough, and that was too much. Ichigo faught
To keep his tears under control, but the sadness welling inside him ingulfed him into the feeling of needing to weep. He crumpled up the paper and turned over to his side and gripped his pillow, letting dry heaves leave his stomach as be let out low keening sobs. Finally feeling the full extent of the blunettes absence wash over him once again.
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Okay, so who feels bad for Ichigo? I know I do but I just couldn't help myself! I know this story is definatly going to have me in tears as I type, pushing the idea the way it's heading! TT_TT
BUUUUT enough of the sad mumbo jumbo, let me know if you like it! If theres any mistakes (Since I don't have a Beta) Bash me if needed! Please don't be to harsh xc
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