Visits from an Incubus
As always, no flames please.
Disclaimer: Bleach and its characters (including Captain Seaweed) belong to Tite Kubo.
Alright! On with the story.
Chapter 1: First Dream
Ichigo Kurosaki breathed out his relief and stretched his arms. Having been worked to the bone this past week, he could now finally have a night of decent rest.
Being a university student by day and a bartender by night really wasn't ideal – especially when exams coincided with his busiest shifts in months – but he had to make ends meet somehow, and he wasn't about to burden his family with anymore costs.
A man of twenty needed to be independent.
"Phew…" He heaved another sigh.
It was Saturday at two in the morning when he'd finally arrived in the modest apartment he shared with fellow student Renji Abarai. There was absolutely no reason – none – for him to wake up early, and the thought was so appealing he almost managed to ignore the moans and groans coming out of Renji's room.
Really? At 2 a.m.? How could anyone have such a sex drive?
"Ah...mmm…Renji…harder…"
Trying not to hear the muffled words through the thin wall that separated their two bedrooms, Ichigo stripped down to his boxers and climbed into bed, too tired to yell for the couple to be quiet. It was always a mystery to him how Byakuya, who normally had all the emotional range of a rock, could be so vocal in bed.
"Oh…yes…"
"Now is such a bad time to be turned on…"he mumbled sleepily, feeling heat stir in his lower abdomen as he dozed off.
In the meantime, a strange creature that was not human or animal roamed the city, letting his senses guide him. He was a unique predator, one that fed on desire.
Having been naturally made to seduce, Grimmjow was, needless to say, beyond attractive. He resembled a Venus flytrap of sorts, luring in preys before effortlessly devouring them. Only, his kind of devouring wasn't so painful.
"Now," his lips pulled into a hungry smirk, "Who will it be tonight?"
As he allowed his legs to take him wherever they would, Grimmjow picked up on an intriguing set of emotions: intense fatigue and frustration mixed in with long-neglected need, calling to him like a siren.
He licked his lips in anticipation, "This could be fun."
Ichigo didn't know how long he'd been sleeping, but he knew that he'd woken up way to soon. He groaned in exasperation; was it so much to ask for one good night's rest after so long? Of course, that was when he noticed the tent in his underwear.
"Oh, geez…I woke up for this?" he mumbled with ill humour, "Stupid couple and their non-stop mating."
"Well, I guess it's been a while since I..."
Having resigned to the predicament, Ichigo reached down and began to –
"Hey," An amused voice sounded in the room, sultry and alluring, "Mind if I join you?
An extra body sunk its weight into his small bed.
"What?"
Ichigo sprang up, his body suddenly alert, staring incredulously at the intruder sitting at the edge of the bed. The first things he noticed were the feline eyes, such a shocking shade of blue it sent shivers all over his body. Next, he took in the tousled hair of matching colour, and then the sharp nose, high cheekbones and a smirking, tempting mouth. There was something inhuman about that handsome face, something feral and dangerous.
"How..." Ichigo stumbled, his fists balling in preparation for a fight, "How did you get in here? Who are you?"
There was something maniacal about his laugh, "I came through the window, of course. As for who I am…"
The stranger trailed off, and changed his position on the bed, nimbly coming uncomfortably close. His body was radiating heat, and only then did Ichigo notice the tall and muscular frame that would have been the envy of any man. He himself was by no means short or slight, but compared to this…
"I'll tell you," the trespasser purred, "if you're a good boy."
"Don't be stupid." With considerable effort, Ichigo swung a fist at him.
With a thud, his punch landed square on the man's face.
"Ow," He said, though there was no pain in his voice, "Feisty, aren't you?
"Get. Out. Pervert." Ichigo ordered angrily.
"Are you sure you want me to just leave?"
Without warning, a big hand landed on Ichigo's bare lower back. The effect of the contact was instantaneous.
"Ah!"
Having identified the sound that came out of him, Ichigo clasped his mouth in embarrassment.
Since when did he make noises like that?
"Mmm…So sensitive." The stranger commented, his hand roaming across the expanse Ichigo's lightly tanned skin.
"Shut up!" The young man felt his entire body responding, needing the touch. He mustered all his self-control, "Leave already! My roommate's probably already –"
"He can't hear you." Was the taunting reply, "You're dreaming."
Orange brows furrowed in confusion and disbelief, "What the hell? Why would I dream about you?"
If anything, this was a nightmare.
The stranger shrugged, his hand snaking around Ichigo's waist, "I'm an incubus; I hunt in dreams."
"Hunt?"
"Yeah."
"For what?"
The question was full of suspicion and caution; he had a bad feeling about the answer.
"This."
"Mmrph!"
Their lips meshed in an explosive kiss. Ichigo had never felt such intensity before. He responded almost without hesitation, opening his mouth when prompted. They battled for dominance, but the foreign creature (an incubus?) was clearly more skilled. Unconsciously, he wrapped his arms around the man, pulling him closer. Wet. So wet. Losing strength, he allowed the sinful tongue to explore and massage every inch of his cavern.
"Hah…" Ichigo gasped for air as they parted; now lying back in bed, he felt his very bones melting from just one kiss.
It must be a dream; he didn't remember being this responsive. Ever.
"You taste good," the intruder said above him, "What's your name?"
"Ichigo Kurosaki." Having recovered at least a little, the young man answered with pride, glaring up defiantly.
"Interesting."
"Aren't you gonna tell me yours?"
"Grimmjow."
"Huh."
"Remember that," the tempting voice was amused, "You'll be screaming it later."
"Shut up. And get out of my room! Or my dream! Or whatever!"
"Still fighting it?"
Grimmjow's head dipped low, mouth hovering beside Ichigo's left ear. He pronounced the name, caressing over each syllable.
"Ichigo."
The young man gasped; no one has ever said his name like that. He let out shaky moans as he felt sharp teeth mercilessly nibbling his ears, then his nape, his collarbones, his chest. Meanwhile, warm, sensuous hands began to make mischief all over his body.
"I'm a being who exists for sex," Grimmjow stated when his mouth wasn't busying making love-marks, "Did you really think you could resist me?"
Ichigo couldn't deny it, this creature – whatever he is – had been dripping sexuality from the moment they'd met. In a horrifying instant, he realized he was perilously close to the climax.
He hadn't even been touched there yet.
"Oh? What's this?" His condition didn't escape the incubus' notice.
"Ahh!" Ichigo called out loudly as Grimmjow removed his boxers and grabbed his stiff member with deft hands.
"So close already." He breathed, narrowing his eyes and he began stroking.
"Ohh...noo…stop...I'm going to –"
At that moment, Ichigo was silenced by a kiss that pushed him over the edge. He came all over his own stomach and Grimmjow's hand. Too tired and much too satisfied to feel ashamed, he lay there panting.
"Had a lot piled up, didn't you?" The seductive creature observed, licking his hand clean.
"Shut up."
Outside the window, a ray of sunlight crept over the horizon.
Grimmjow growled, "Ah, damn it. Daybreak, already? We didn't even have time for the main event."
"Huh? Are you leaving?"
"Disappointed?" He ran his hand down Ichigo's muscled abdomen, drawing out a shudder of renewed arousal.
"No." The young man said stubbornly, gritting his teeth.
He laughed huskily, "See ya."
With a quick leap, he was gone, leaving Ichigo lying there, breathless from their tryst.
When Ichigo awoke, he pinched himself just to make double-sure that he wasn't in another dream. He noted with relief that his underwear was still on, though there was a suspicious stain on it.
Ichigo wanted to crawl into a hole. He had what was essentially a wet dream – at age twenty.
At the same time he felt rejuvenated, as if all of his exhaustion was taken away; he didn't know what to make of it.
"Yo," Renji greeted him as he came into the living room, "I thought you died in your sleep."
"What's that supposed to mean?" was the annoyed retort, "It's ten o'clock in the morning. I didn't even get to sleep for that long."
Thanks to a certain someone.
"Dude. It's ten o'clock, Sunday morning. You slept for a whole day."
"What? Seriously?"
"Yeah, see," he gestured to the television, "Captain Seaweed's on."
"Oh."
A shocked silence followed, and then, "Renji, why are you watching that?"
"Byakuya likes it." The redhead said it with a happy grin, as if that explained everything.
"Lovesick idiot." Ichigo grumbled.
"At least I get love. When was the last time you got any?
Yesterday, from a sexy incubus who visited me in my – as if he actually would say that. Renji would laugh until his eyeballs fell out, and then take him to a mental institution.
"Che, whatever."
Across town, in a hotel room barred from any daylight, Grimmjow lay resting.
"Hmph," he grunted, "I took away his all his stress instead of feeding on him."
A frown marred his features; when had he ever done something so kind? Humans were plentiful; if they died in the process, they died.
Quickly, though, his smirk recovered; it would have been a waste if such a tasty treat had died, though. Grimmjow needed to devour this one slowly.
After all, he had plenty of time.
To be continued.
Thanks for reading!
I've never written for Bleach before, so this was great, because I love Grimmjow's overt masculinity and sexiness. I miss him.
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