I'm so glad you guys liked my first attempt at something like this. It made me extremely happy. :'D A lot of you wanted me to try and continue it, so here's my attempt at trying to continue it. Hope you guys like it!
Ever since his encounter with that older man, Grimmjow, Ichigo hadn't been the same. He had tried going out with another woman, a rather busty one at that with a bubbly personality, but he broke up with her soon after as it just didn't feel like what he wanted. He wanted more. He wanted to be touched by that man again, even if it was in public. That only made it more sensual, for anyone could be watching them from somewhere. Just the thought of them in the back alleyway turned him on and he had to go somewhere to feel himself before his body calmed down. The man's face seem to be crossing his mind more often and he would drift off during his classes, his professor droning on in the front of the classroom, and would come back to reality completely erect. Those times he just had to awkwardly sit there, covering the bulge in his pants until the feeling subsided. Thank god his professors didn't call him down to the board during any of those times. It was getting out of control. The man's image haunted him and controlled his entire life and mind. He wanted him again, to taste him. He hungered for him.
He groaned and leaned back in his bed, his penis hard again. Carefully, he removed his pants and boxers, the bed creaking underneath him, and placed a box of tissues on his nightstand. His penis quivered in anticipation and his breathing came out short and heavy. He reached out and gripped his length firmly in his hand before slowly stroking it. He imagined it was being fondled and stroked by Grimmjow, his body pressed up to his as the swarm of bodies danced around them to the beat that could be felt in their bones. He rubbed his thumb over the tip, shivering as pleasure shot through his dick and up his spine. He caressed the head, rubbing his fingers over it slowly, making himself even harder than he already had been. Finally, he wrapped his fingers around his thick cock and began stroking himself in deep, heavy strokes. His back arched and he had to bite his lip before the deep groan could escape him. His toes curled in pleasure as he began thrusting his hips up into the movement to deepen the strokes.
A little whimper slid out from his mouth as his other hand wrapped around his ass, reaching up between the cheeks and running a finger lightly over his hole. More shivers wracked his body at the sensation, driving his thrusts into an almost animalistic need. His bed was creaking in protest as he moved his whole body to the thrusts. His middle finger slid inside of himself, entering the tight ring of muscle and making him hiss in pain. A few thrusts of his fingers, however, and that small pain was replaced with indescribable pleasure. He let his head tip back as a groan tore at his chest, but never left his mouth, his lips still tightly closed to keep the noises of pleasure from escaping. His other fingers were spread out over the inside of his thighs as his middle finger continued to fuck him, thrusting in faster and faster. He let out a deep breath, not realizing he had been holding it and felt his climax coming closer as his fingers made quick use of his cock and ass. Finally, with a small groan he swallowed, he came hard, his cum getting all over his fingers and cock. He removed his finger from his ass and lay there panting, staring at the ceiling as he came down from his high.
There was a knock on his door, followed by, "Oi, Ichigo! You ready to go?"
He tried to steady his heartbeat and breathing before replying, "Yeah, just give me a sec, Renji. I have to put some socks on," He glanced down at his cum, which was now dripping onto his stomach.
"Okay. I'll go start the car then," his roommate yelled back through his closed door and Ichigo let out a sigh of relief as he heard the front door to their apartment close behind the man. That had been close. Too close. Any sooner and Renji would have definitely heard the squeaking of the bed at least. He let go of his now limp cock and reached for a tissue, wiping all the liquids off his hands and body before getting up and pulling his boxers and pants back on. He pulled on socks next and hopped on one foot to his bedroom door, still putting a sock on his foot in the air. He closed the door behind him and walked to the main entry hall, sitting down to put on his shoes, which sat by the door where he had left them. Opening the door he shivered a little at how cold it was getting now. Fall was on its way and summer was definitely gone. He took the stairs two at a time and quickly got into the car, strapping the seat belt over his chest.
"Ready to go, Renji," he breathed as he bucked it.
The red head grinned at him, the tattoos on his forehead wrinkling as his eyebrows shot up in joy, "Then let's hit this town hard!"
They were at that same club he had met Grimmjow at, but the blue haired man was nowhere to be seen. Ichigo slumped down on the stool, moodily sucking the straw in his drink even though there was no more liquid in the cup and only produced an annoying noise from the action. Finally he slammed the glass down onto the counter and ordered another one. As it was made, he turned to look at the usual throng of squirming bodies. Every once in a while he would catch a glimpse of Renji's bright red hair in the crowd, his long hair pulled back in a ponytail as he tried to find a woman to have a little fun with that night. He would probably bring her back to their apartment like usual even though he knew Ichigo hated it when he did that with one night stands because he was too cheap to get a hotel room for the night. There was a clattering behind him as the bartender slid him his new drink and he turned to return himself to the alcohol.
After about his fifth drink a hand slapped down on his shoulder and he turned slowly so as to not make himself dizzy. Renji stood behind him, an arm slung over a girl who was currently attacking his neck with her lips, running her tongue over his tattoos, tracing them. Before Renji could even open his mouth, Ichigo waved him off, knowing exactly what he was going to say already; he would have to find another way home because Renji was taking the car. Renji smiled and he walked off, loping like the drunk he was, his tongue entangling with hers as they somehow stumbled out the front door. Ichigo sighed and ordered another drink, promising it was the last one of that night. The bartender gave him a concerned look as he raised his hand to get another one, but slid another one in front of him all the same.
Three drinks later, Ichigo was stumbling his way home, slapping a hand against a wall of a building every once in a while to steady his weaving feet. Cynical words tumbled out of his mouth as he cursed at the world, wondering why he hadn't told Renji's new arm to piss off and let him have his ride back home. He kicked an abandoned beer can angrily and watched as it flew it the side of someone's face. He quickly loped across the street as they yelled after him, hoping they weren't mad enough to follow him. Unfortunately, they were, and they were spitting venom at him with every word. The man that he had hit was cracking his knuckle, ready for a fight.
Ichigo gulped, still sober enough to realize what was going to happen to him if he didn't try to get himself out of it, "Hey, sorry. I'm kinda drunk and pissed off because my drive abandoned me at the bar to suck face with some chick," he held up his hands to show them that he meant no harm.
"Does it look like we give a shit, Carrot?" The one he had hit growled, pushing him back up against the brick wall behind him. Ichigo felt his head hit and he let out a small cry of pain.
"Hey, guys, come on. He said that he didn't mean it. He's drunk guys! Lets not pick on a drunk guy!" One of them said, trying to calm the group of thugs down, but only achieved in fueling the fire.
"That ain't no excuse, newb. He hit me 'n now he has ta pay fer it. Ya understand or do ya wanna be the one pummeled tanight?"
The boy backed off, then, shaking his head in fear. Their attention returned to Ichigo, who was rubbing the back of his head. Before he knew it, a fist lashed out, catching him in the stomach and he let out a strangled gasp, collapsing to his knees as all the air in his lungs rushed out of him. He dived out of the way of the following kick, rolling out of the man's reach before springing back up to his feet, holding his fists out in front of him in a defensive stance. He may have been drunk off his ass, but he was at least going to try and kick them in the face a few times, just like the old days again. He grinned at the memory before stumbling as the world swirled in front of him, reminding him that the alcohol was still in his system. His eyes cleared just in time to see another fist heading his way to punch him in the face. He dodged out of the way and hooked his fist up, catching the man just beneath the ribs.
The man stumbled back before kicking forward, catching Ichigo's chest. His hand reached out, catching the man's ear and he pulled him forward, bringing up his knee to smash it into the man's face. He recoiled, howling as blood dripped from his nose. Ichigo grinned at his small victory, but it soon disappeared as the others swarmed in towards him. The man reached into his pocket and flicked out a knife, pointing it at Ichigo.
"This one is headed straight towards your eye, asshole!" He screamed, his other hand still cupping his nose. Behind them, he could see that other man flipping out his cellphone and dialing a number. Ichigo could only hope it was an ambulance so they could give his body a proper funeral after this. He reeled backwards as a fist caught him in the cheek. He attacked back with a sidekick, landing a lucking hit on the attacker's knee, causing it to crumple beneath him. He blocked a few more blows and managed to get a few in himself, satisfied when they caught their targets. The adrenaline rushing through his body and the fresh air was causing him to be a little bit sober if only for the meantime. A flash to his right warned him of the incoming sting of metal and he managed to pull back just in time, only getting a shallow cut on his cheek.
The rest were getting out their knives now and Ichigo's small moment of happiness dwindled before sizzling out as he noticed that they were all carrying guns, too. Guns he could at least reflect, but bullets were a completely different matter. He thought momentarily of running away, but they must have seen it in the movements in his eyes, as they quickly surrounded him to prevent an escape. They wanted to make him feel the sting of their blades. He dodged attack after attack, feeling his energy leaving him. The other man was no longer on his phone, but stared at the group in horror, yet making no move to help Ichigo in any way. No wonder the other person had called him a newbie. He wasn't even willing to fight yet with or against the other members in his group. Oh well, to hell with him, Ichigo thought.
Momentarily distracted, a blade flashed out, catching him on the forehead. Immediately he closed his eye below the wound to prevent blood from getting in it. Now he had only one eye to fight with. His heart sank in his chest as the thought that he might actually die crossed his mind. He fought back blindly, feeling more stings as they continued to slash at him, some knife attacks landing deeper than the others did. A particular cut on his arm hurt like hell and bled profusely, covering his sleeve in his warm, sticky blood. A sound of a car met his ears as his fist finally landed a good hit, catching someone in the face and sending them flying backwards. Quickly, he kicked out, catching another one in the chest and sending that man backwards, too. The car doors slammed and he heard feet slowly walk their way over as he managed to spin out of the way of another lunging attack and brought his elbow down on the back of the man's neck, grinning as he crumpled to the ground.
"Hey, fight's over," a commanding voice rang out, but the remaining man, the original one, wasn't having any of it. He lunged forward, plunging the blade deep into Ichigo's right shoulder, who let out a scream of pain as the metal cut through the flesh and muscles, impeding itself deep inside of him.
"I said… fight's over, you fucking asshole!" The voice roared again and the man was yanked back by his collar as Ichigo slumped back against the wall, sliding down to the ground. The world was spinning around in front of his face and he couldn't quite concentrate on anything anymore. He was loosing too much blood now to focus. He heard someone's fist connect with someone's face and there was a cry of pain accompanied with the snapping sound of a bone, possibly the breaking of a nose, but Ichigo didn't really care anymore at the moment. Someone crouched over him, a hand on his non-injured shoulder as they leaned forward to examine the wound. A low growl came out of their throat as they looked at it, which probably meant it was bad.
"Oi, you dipshit," the man yelled over his shoulder, "Over means over. Be glad I didn't fucking shoot you in the head for your disobedience!" His words were met with a whimpering sound. He tried to help Ichigo up, but Ichigo's legs wouldn't support him. The man growled in frustration as Ichigo slumped back down to the ground.
"Stand up, goddammit," he hissed, "I can't do all the work here, Strawberry." Ichigo looked up in shock, finding himself looking into a familiar brilliant, blue eye.
Thank you for reading it and stay tuned for another chapter for whenever I write that! Thank you and please review! :D