Author's Note: Hellooo, fellow reaadeerrss! ^.^! Guess what? I'm planning on making this a three-shot xD! Yup, I wanna do a widdle chappie with some more funnies in there. I had this idea, see? ;) (please forgive me Grimmy) MUAHAHAHAHAHA...ahem, hum...yeah! ^^!

Thanks for those who reviewed, sorry i haven't been able to reply =(, really, i'm sorry! I really appreciate it though.

This is to: Yokiryuu, mrsichigodarcy and Meka18 =)

Without further adieeuuuu, Chapter Two!

Enjoy!

The now unnerved orange haired teen watched as the small swirling cyclone finaly dissapeared in the sink. His hands placed on either side of it supported him as his thoughts swam in his head in total disorder. Only three words seemed to come coherently to him at the moment.

What. The. Hell.

"I'm not goin' anywhere until I make you mine." A shiver passed through him as he recalled the words. What was he talking about? Oh, you know exactly what he was talking about, his conscience taunted. He blushed then let out a frustrated groan as he tried to push away the flood of images that assaulted his mind.

The blue haired male had been on his mind long before that incident in Hueco Mundo and to think that the fellow Arrancar was just outside that door, only a few feet away from his reach made his imagination run wild.

Stripping himself of his remaining clothing, he stepped into the shower, the now warm water cascading down his neck, arms, sweeping away all sweat and impurities. He leaned back against the white tiles of the shower wall and tried to think about what would happen once he came out.

No matter how much he'd fantasized about him, the Espada was still his mortal enemy. He'd fucking punched a hole through Rukia for crying out loud! But then again, he'd been acting on orders hadn't he? Ichigo mulled the idea over for a while before vigorously shaking his head to discard the thought. The Arrancar'd had that crazy, psychotic grin on his face while doing it so he'd sure as hell enjoyed it, too. Said face flashed through his mind again. Thrilling blue eyes, strong-boned face, rows of shining canines that threatened to tear him up on the spot. And that wicked tongue that had been doing those wonderful things to him just then.

Oh, who was he kidding? Just as he reached for the shower gel the door flew open and he gave a yelp of surprise, dropping it in the process.

Gleaming sapphire eyes locked with his, amusement dancing in them. Ichigo watched as Grimmjow's eyes raked over his body, drinking in every inch of exposed skin before following a trail down his stomach.

"Can't you KNOCK?" Ichigo yelled, red with anger and embarassment.

Grimmjow smirked at him. "Why?"

"BECAUSE, you dumbass, I'm fucking NAKED, can't you see that!" Ichigo shouted, losing his patience as he cupped his hands over himself to cover his most priced goods.

The smirk on Grimmjow's face seemed to widen as his eyes paused at the junction between Ichigo's legs. He looked the franctic red head in the eyes and seductively licked his lips.

"Yeah, and I'm likin' it," he said, as he closed the door behind him and began shedding his clothes.

Ichigo felt his throat go dry. He watched, awe-stricken, as Grimmjow rid himself of his white obi, revealing a well-built upper body and strong muscular arms. The red head watched as huge biceps flexed effortlessly with each movement the Arrancar made.

"Like what ya see, Kurosaki?"

Ichigo managed to pull his eyes away from the chiseled chest and up to the piercing blue eyes that mocked him.

"W-what are you t-talking about?" he stuttered, trying to cover his obvious gaping, "And what are you even doing? I swear, if you try anything, I'll kill you!"

Grimmjow laughed a deep laugh that made Ichigo's heart skip a beat. "I thought ya said I was dirty."

Before Ichigo could fully turn around to block his view, Grimmjow's white hakama pants were now pooling on the floor and he slowly stepped out of them, making his way to the teen who was looking away with a deep frown and blush on his face. He could hear the orangenette mumbling under his breath as he resumed cleaning himself and could only catch a few fragments of what he was saying. Something along the lines of 'rude Arrancars', 'breaking and entering', and 'perverted asshole'.

The red head was surely going to bite his head off if he tried anything now, and though the opportunity was too good to pass up, he would wait for the tension to fade a bit. He didn't mind a little resistance, in fact he liked it when his prey had some fire in them. It made this all the more enjoyable. But for some reason he couldn't exactly call the substitute soul reaper a prey.

So he leaned against the opposite wall of the spacious shower and openly stared at the red head as he lathered his body with what looked like some white foamy substance. Sprinkles of water occasionally sprayed him. Damn it, he looked so edible. That tan soft-looking skin, and that nicely toned body. Being a substitute soul reaper had definetely done him good. When Ichigo caught the bluenette staring at him, his blush darkened before he tossed the taller male the small bottle of shower gel which he easily caught.

Grimmjow turned the small device over in his hands before cocking an eyebrow at Ichigo.

" Tha fuck is that?"

Ichigo sighed and took the bottle, popped the cap open before handing it back to a still perplexed Grimmjow. Ichigo pretended to be cleaning himself up but was watching the blue haired male from the corner of his eye, trying to hold back his laughter. Of course, Arrancar couldn't have a clue what shower gel was, and so he watched in amusement as Grimmjow tried to figure out how it worked.

The Espada had gone from trying to stick his smallest finger inside the hole, to holding the bottle up to his eye and trying to see through it. He then brought his tongue out to taste the opening of the container which resulted in him scrunching up his nose in disgust. Ichigo couldn't take it anymore and doubled over, his laughter increasing as he received a harsh glare from Grimmjow.

"What's so fuckin' funny?"

Ichigo didn't answer but crossed over to take the bottle from the frowning bluenette. "It's shower gel, you idiot. You don't eat it, so of course it doesn't taste good! You use it to shower! Here, look."

He squirted a generous amount of the clear liquid into his palm and rubbed both of his hands together before he came to a screeching halt as he realized what he was about to do. The very short distance between their bodies became more apparent and he could feel the warmth radiating off of the blue haired devil in front of him.

He glanced up to nervously meet the frowning and expectant Grimmjow before looking back down at his hands which he hesitantly placed on the muscular chest right in front of his face.

"See?" he said, his voice coming out tight and abnormaly high.

As he spread the now soapy substance over the Arrancar's body, he couldn't help but marvel at the smoothness of the skin and how firm the muscles felt underneath his hands. A faint, pink line that ran accross the Espada's torso caught his attention and he slowly began to trace it. Halfway through a hand shot up to grab his wrist tightly. He looked up in surprise and found himself falling in deep, darkened pools of blue.

Suddenly a strong arm curled around his waist pulling their bodies against each other and in an instant his lips were smashed against a pair of soft and firm ones in a bruising kiss that stole whatever breath he was holding. Those hungry lips moved expertly on top of his and he struggled, half-heartedly, to distangle himself from the vice-like embrace.

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He might as well have been pushing against a brick wall because his efforts were getting him nowhere if not creating more contact between the both of them. They were both soapy now and the only sound that could be heard around them was that of the water as it continued to pour from the shower head, spraying them lightly and washing away the soap. Rough hands found their way down to his hips and gripped them tightly, pressing their bodies flush against each other. Warmth started pooling in his groin at the sensation. He could feel Grimmjow's broad chest pressed against his and if that didn't overthrow his senses, then the older male's erection poking his inner thigh certainly did.

A quiet moan escaped from the back of his thoat when he felt the tip of Grimmjow's tongue teasing his closed lips but he resisted though every inch of his body screamed at him to let the slick muscle in. The Arrancar had barged into his house (though he'd been secretly wishing to see him again), taken away his privacy, and he wasn't going to give him the satisfaction he wanted just yet, no matter how much he himself wanted to give up and surrender to the wonderful sensations now spreading through him.

Grimmjow sensed his determination and smirked into the kiss. Interesting, too bad it wasn't going to last long. Unfortunately for the red head, Grimmjow knew several ways to open an unwilling mouth. Still holding the smaller male's hips firmly in place, he rolled his hips sensually and ground them against Ichigo's, their hardened cocks rubbing together. The long desired friction almost too arousing to bear.

Ichigo opened his mouth to moan loudly as raw, hot pleasure shot through him. Right then that wicked tongue dove into his mouth and began to slide along his languidly making him reach up to lock his wrists around Grimmjow's neck, one hand delving into wet, blue locks as he pulled down on the Espada's neck to deepen the kiss. Grimmjow abruptly tore his mouth away to stare into Ichigo's darkened, chocolate brown eyes. Ichigo was panting, trying to catch his breath and his lips glistened lightly from the kiss.

"Now aren't ya glad I followed you?" Grimmjow husked, a smirk playing on his lips.

Ichigo stubbornly looked up at him, a defiant glimmer in his eyes. It wasn't going to be that easy. So he smirked and spoke.

"No."

Grimmjow chuckled darkly and before Ichigo could blink, their positions were reversed and he was slammed against the shower wall, wrists above his head. He could feel Grimmjow's breath fanning over his ear and shuddered in delight. He was unbearably hard now and if this went on, he wasn't going to last very long.

"You were sayin'?" Grimmjow practically purred in his ear. He felt his cock twitch in response and cursed himself out for challenging such a beast.

He refused to answer and gasped when his earlobe was softly bitten on, a tongue then running over the spot, tickling him slightly. He couldn't tell if he was even breathing when his breath hitched in his throat as Grimmjow gently suckled on the sensitive spot before running his tongue over the shell of his ear as he had not so long ago. The Arrancar had noted the spot as one of Ichigo's most sensitive and was damn well taking advantage of it.

"I'm not hearin' ya," Grimmjow said, his voice with an edge of menace in it now. Psht, Ichigo scoffed to himself. If he thought he was going to get him to give in like that he was seriously mistaken.

"You heard me, Grimmjow," Ichigo said, his voice dropping an octave lower as he seductively drawled the last part, making the blue haired male growl at the back of his throat. Fuck, that was sexy. He was sure he'd never gotten so painfully hard from someone just saying his name. And now he was even more impatient.

"No," Ichigo repeated.

He was caught off guard when all of a sudden, Grimmjow's face was no more in front of him and a mouth was latching on to a pert caramel bud while fingers were pinching and rolling the other. He sucked in a breath sharply and barely suppressed a moan when his right nipple hardnened almost instantly and a tingle went through his body straight to his throbbing member.

He couldn't hold back the loud moan that tore past his lips however when Grimmjow bit down on the small bud, now hard as a pebble. He flicked his tongue around it, rolling it around with his front teeth and sucked harshly before tearing his mouth away and giving the other one the same treatment. Ichigo's breaths were now coming in short pants and he had his fingers wound up in electric blue hair, holding his assaillant's head close so that his ministrations would not stop. The pleasure was tearing him apart and he wanted to pull away and keep that mouth there at all costs at the same time.

"Ah!...sh-shit...mmmhm," came his incoherent speech. Grimmjow pulled away, giving the abused and over sensitive nipple one last flick which earned him another gasp of pleasure from Ichigo before straightening up and smirking at the younger male.

"Ya liked that didn't you?"

"N-no...I d-ahh!"

Whatever he as about to say was lost as a hand wrapped around his aching cock. Grimmjow held the member firmly, not hard enough to hurt the red head, but enough to get his point across. He looked into darkened hazel eyes, never breaking eye contact as he slowly began to moved his hand up and down. He watched as Ichigo's eyes fell closed and his eyebrows furrowed. He let out a small whimper and bucked his hips into Grimmjow's hand who responded with a faster pace. But he wouldn't stop there, he would make sure the teen completely surrendered.

"Look at me," he commanded with a tone that didn't leave room for arguement. Ichigo complied, hazy chocolate brown meeting stormy blue in a lust-filled gaze.

"What do ya want?"

Ichigo didn't answer, his teeth tugging at his lower lip to retain any more embarassing sounds. He could hardly think and he couldn't be blamed. It was the first time any guy, anyone for that matter, was touching him like this. He'd never had any experience apart from his own hand and he was embarassed to admit that it felt so good, even if it was his sworn enemy. Even this fact that made this all the more forbidden strangely turned him on.

Grimmjow pressed the pad of his thumb to the head of Ichigo's now dripping cock and made sure to press into the slit, making the overwhelmed teen cry out and buck his hips into his hand harder.

"Nngh...g-gaah, aah, fu...fuck!"

"Ya wan' me to stop?" Grimmjow whispered against his ear, slowing his pace to almost to a halt, hoping to get a reaction. And he did.

"N-no! Don't...don't stop," he muttered quietly, averting his eyes and his blush deepening.

Grimmjow looked at him, and grinned wildly, happy with his progress. He took his hand away, Ichigo whimpering lightly at the loss of contact, and instead got on his knees firmly holding Ichigo's hips to the wall. He could guess it would be the teen's first blow job, and he was going to make sure he enjoyed every bit of it thought with it being his first time, he wouldn't last very long. But they would work on that. Another reason was he wasn't ready to have his mouth fucked senseless just yet.

Ichigo looked down at him, lightly raising an eyebrow. Grimmjow stared back deviously, his knowing smirk threatening to eat up his whole face.

That was never a good sign.

"Since ya bein' so nice, guess I'll do a lil' somethin' for ya too."

Ichigo thought for a while before realization dawned on him and his pulse quickened, anticipation starting to take over. He'd only heard about being sucked off from his perverted friends but had never experienced it himself. To think that he'd be the first of them to experience it was surprising. What was even more shocking was that it was the blue haired sex god slash mortal enemy that would be doing it for him. The thought just made his mind race even more as more pleasant images graced his mind, his erect member springing to attention. Please don't let him notice!

He noticed.

"Aw, eager huh?"

"Bite me."

"Now are ya sure about tha'?" Grimmjow said in a tone that let Ichigo know he was crazy enough to do it, too. "How about ya shut yer pretty lil' mouth unless ya wanna scream my name, then it's fine by me," he finished with a toothy grin.

He didn't let Ichigo reply before leaning his head forward to lick the underside of his hardened shaft from the bottom to the tip. Ichigo gasped at the feel of that sinful tongue licking slowly up his length and tensed up. It felt like a jolt of electricity had just passed through him. Grimmjow smirked at his reaction before going back to work. He opened his mouth over the head of Ichigo's cock and blew his hot breath on it before taking it into his mouth and sucking gently.

"Ahh!...mmmhhmm...god!" Ichigo moaned deep and loud when he felt those lips wrap around him tightly and that slick tongue coming out to teasingly lick at his tip, pushing into the slit. He reached for Grimmjow's head with one hand while he placed the other one on his shoulder. Grimmjow slowly began to take him into his mouth, inch by inch relaxing his mouth and throat muscles.

"Oh, shit! Ah...fuck," he panted as warmth started pooling at his stomach and his cock tingled almost painfully from the pleasure. Every part of his body was feeling sensitive right now and he was fighting with each fiber of his will not to grab Grimmjow by his hair and thrust repeatedly into that mouth until he came.

God, he wanted more of that hot, wet and cruel mouth. But Grimmjow's restraining hands denied him that pleasure and he had to settle for the sweet, unbearable torture that was driving him crazy.

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Yes, he was slowly losing his mind with each swirl of that wicked tongue. Grimmjow began moving his mouth back and forth on Ichigo's twitching cock, reveling in the delicious sounds of pleasure the red head was making. The red head's grip in his hair had tightened and could feel blunt nails digging into the skin of his shoulder, and it did nothing but urge him on.

Every whimper and moan was stimulating him and he could feel his own thick, rock hard cock springing up to attention. He closed his eyes and groaned deeply, the vibrations making Ichigo throw his head back against the wall and answer with one of his own. Nothing else could be heard except for their occasional grunts, Ichigo's loud wanton moans and the water pouring from the long forgotten shower.

"Mmmm...oh, yes! Nngh...a-ah yes! YES!...oh GOD, yes Grimm!" Ichigo was quickly reduced to an incoherent blubbering mess when he felt himself buried even deeper in the hot wet furnace that was Grimmjow's mouth. He could feel the older male's throat muscles contract around him and he couldn't take it anymore. He had forgotten how to breathe and was certain all his brain cells had been fried since not a single coherent thought could come to him.

Grimmjow had let go of his hips and his hands had slid around back to cup his ass. He firmly squeezed the globes of flesh and massaged them, Ichigo gently bucking into his mouth in response. His nose was now buried in bright orange curls and he inhaled the scent deeply. He pulled back to swirl his tongue around Ichigo's pulsing member and took it back in. Ichigo's eyes were closed and he was tossing his head around uncontrollably.

His body was on fire and trembling as Grimmjow mercilessly deep throated him making him gently rock his hips back and forth. Half lidded cocoa eyes fluttered open and he took in the sight below him. All he could see was a head of blue hair moving back and forth against him.

Grimmjow, arrancar, sexy mortal enemy, and object of his desire sucking off so hard he was losing his mind. And it turned him on so fucking much. When he felt the quivering sensation in his stomach building up, he knew he was a goner.

"Gr-grimm, aaahh SHIT! Mmmmffuuck...ah! Ah, annhh fuckimgonnacome!" Grimmjow's pulled back all he way off of Ichigo's stiff cock that was glistening from saliva and pre-cum. As soon as Ichigo felt the tip of Grimmjow's tongue press into the slit of the head and his mouth latching around it to suck harshly, he saw white and his world exploded.

"SHIT, Grimmjow!" He practically screamed as he released his load in hot bursts of creamy liquid that Grimmjow tasted on his tongue as he swallowed, not missing one drop. Ichigo trembled, pleasure washing over him wave after wave as Grimmjow milked him dry. The blue haired arrancar sucked long and hard at the head before pulling off with an audible 'pop' and smirking up at Ichigo's flushed face.

He stood up and pulled the panting orange haired teen in for a mind-numbing kiss. Ichigo wrapped his arms around his neck, holding him closer and moaned softly as Grimmjow's tongue invaded his mouth and he tasted himself on Grimmjow's tongue. It was sour and kind of bitter, but there was something strangely arousing about tasting himself on Grimmjow. His legs were wobbly having turned to jelly and only the Espada's arm strongly curled around his waist kept him standing.

Grimmjow pulled away and fixed him with piercing blue eyes. He blushed lightly and averted his eyes, his lips curved into a small smile.

"Th-thanks for...that, y-you know," he muttered quietly. Grimmjow gave a bark of laughter before cupping Ichigo's chin to make him meet his eyes.

"Yer cute wen' ya blush," he murmured staring into his eyes intently with slight amusement. It was different from his usual taunts which made Ichigo blush lightly and look away. God, he was such a girl.

Realizing the water had long since run cold and they were still standing there like idiots he went over to turn it off and tossed the Espada a white towel mumbling to him to dry off. He took one for himself and awkwardly left the bathroom, leaving a very pleased Grimmjow staring after him, a victorious glimer in his eyes,

The blue haired Espada hungrily licked his lips and kept his eyes glued to Ichigo's bare ass until the orange haired teen was out of his sight. He smirked widly before shortly following.

This was turning out to be a very...gratifying evening.

Author's Note: Aaaannnddd, THAT'S IT! For chapter two at least! I'm having this feeling that I let slip way too many mistakes. Please let me know if you find any? Please? Thank yoouu! Next chappie will be a nice fluffy-ish one but with what you're all waiting for! (Yes, i know, don't worry, next chapter you WILL get some Grimmichi action ;) So bye bye for now! I'll update late since i started school on tuesday...ugh!

Anyways! Hope you all enjoyed!

Sore, Ja! ^.-

~HG~