Chapter 2: stealing a strawberry

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This is Chapter 2 to one strawberry, please

Stealing a Strawberry.

Life had gotten a little bit tedious for Grimmjow. Ya, he was bored to hell before but now, after the night, THAT night with Ichigo, anything else was unbearable but you live on. It had been a week since that night and every time he came into the human world, hoping to meet Ichigo, to go for another round or two, he could not sense him anywhere at all. He was getting a bit irritated and a lot worried. Dammit, he never got worried not for anyone.

Without thinking, he started walking towards Ichigo's house. He saw the Quincy with his bow ready to strike him. Grimmjow grumbled to himself, he did not have time for this.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid, forgot to cloak myself." He grumbled under his breath.

"Arrancar, what do you want?" The black haired teen demanded.

"What ever do you mean? I'm just taking a relaxing walk."

"I have seen you walk past Ichigo's house countless times this week."

"Oh, I have a stalker now do I?"

The Quicy sniffed at him, like he was dirt beneath his feet to be stepped on.

"Ichigo has trusted me to keep his family from harm's way when he left. If that means to keep watch day and night on his house, so be it, I'd do anything for Ichigo." The Quincy puffed up his chest in misplaced pride.

Grimmjow could not believe it, that human was talking like Ichigo belonged to him, and as if Grimmjow would actually seriously hurt his Ichigo.(uhh…)

"Where is Ichi? Tell me now or I'll rip your head off." Grimmjow nearly spat out.

"That is none of your business, Arrancar."

"I made it my business. So pray tell (I've always wanted to say that). Where is the berry-head?"

"What kind of fool do you think I am? As if I would really do such a thing."

"Fool enough to risk your life huh?" Grimmjow said this as he flexed his muscles, ready to make his claim. He had his hands on the hilt of his sword and his posture was that one of ready to attack. Uryu reacted to Grimmjow's stance and put his arrow to the bow, ready to knock it.

For a moment, they stood still but the next, they were attacking each other restlessly. After a few minutes, Grimmjow was barely sweating and had a big smile of victory foretold on his face. On the other hand, Uryu was all bloodied up, his clothes torn and he looked exhausted.

"So now you gonna tell me?"

"In your dream, you scum." Uryu's eyes flickered behind Grimmjow. Grimmjow heard footsteps behind him and saw a flurry of black and orange rush past him.

Grimmjow looked on as Ichigo went to Uryu's side. He leaned to put his ear next to Uryu's mouth and they started to whisper furiously. Grimmjow felt his anger climb another notch at the image of Ichigo, his Ichi, so close to another guy. Ichigo's voice went up a bit so Grimmjow (finally) could hear him.

"Just shut up."

Uryu yelled at the. "Hell no! I won't let you."

Humor seeped into Ichigo's voice. "How will you stop me?"

"No-" Uryu's voice got cut off as Ichigo picked him up with ease. Grimmjow tightened his fist around his sword and his eyes burned with anger; that Quincy boy could touch Ichigo and be held by him but Grimmjow could not put his hand on what was rightfully his? It was not fair. Grimmjow felt like stomping his feet, and pointing his fingers in accusations. Ichigo glanced up at him, as if noticing some change in Grimmjow's countenance, but without any emotion on his beautiful face. Grimmjow absolutely razed with fury at how Ichigo could keep it so cool and he was felt about to blow up in Ichi's face (hehe). He wanted to say something but he felt Aizen-sama's call to meeting and was swiftly pulled away from the human world where his joy began and ended, anger still written on his face.

Ichigo had tried so hard to keep his face blank when he saw Grimmjow, when all he felt was awareness to him and heat burning throughout his bloodstream. He had walked and helped Uryu when all he wanted was to rip Grimmjow's clothes off and wrap his legs wound his waist and beg him to take him. Instead he had tried to ignore Grimmjow as he ran by but that was clearly impossible; Ichigo had shivered delightedly at the sliver of touch that never came.

He had rushed to Uryu but he felt Grimmjow's heated gaze as he talked to Uryu. Then, just thinking about Grimmjow thinking about him had given his body an incentive to turn hard. Who the hell got a hard on when they got stared at? So, he had to sit beside Uryu to hide the evidence of his lusty thoughts, of course. That was when he felt the death glare, so he felt obliged to get Uryu out of the hell fire. Then all of a sudden, Grimmjow had disappeared. Ichigo should have been relieved but he was disappointed instead. He should have felt good that Grimm left because by the looks Grimm had been giving, Uryu would have been burned and ground to fine dust, but if he had moved a single inch, the shinigami in the surroundings would have attacked without a thought.

Dammit, Ichigo thought, I want more than just heated looks, so much more.

"Come in come in." Ichigo heard Urahara say as the group of shimigami and Ichigo's friends made their way inside his shop. Urahara had a pallet laid out for Uryu and Ichigo put him down on it.

"Thanks, Kurosaki, although it was not necessary."

"Sure, it wasn't. You are a bloody pulp." Ichigo turned to everyone else and said, "I've got to go home now. See ya."

He headed out but Renji and Hitsugaya followed him.

"What?"

"We are staying over at your place." Came the simultaneous reply.

Renji grinned and put his arms around Ichigo. Ichigo tried to brush him off but it was not possible without one of them getting hurt so he let it go.

"Couldn't you two have stayed at Urahara's, Toshiro?"

"That's Captain Hit—oh, what's the point you are never going to call me that. Anyway, we need to be split into groups."

Hitsugaya pouted, his face turning cuter still.

"Got it." Ichigo said indulgently.

He was happy to spend some time with his friends but he felt disappointed that Grimmjow couldn't come to his room and… uh do something really good, make that really bad, to him. He smiled weakly and let Renji and Hitsugaya into his home.

Grimmjow returned to the human world a few hours later to put a dent on Ichigo's cool exterior. His anger still shimmering as he floated over to Ichigo's window and his anger grew more at what he saw. One short shinigami with silver hair was crouching by Ichigo's bed studying a picture of Ichigo and his family and a redheaded shinigami lying on the bed with some of Ichigo's clothes on and watching TV. Ichigo came in with some snacks and put them beside the silver head. He said something and smiled at the silver head, then turned to the redhead just in time to miss the silver head blush like a cherry. This scene was disturbed by the red head jumping on Ichigo and pulling him down, then Ichigo and the red-head started wrestling, rolling round the floor as the silver head looked on with a quiet interest.

Grimmjow thought that his head was about to explode. How dare that guy, another one at that, touch what belonged to him? He seethed, banged on the wall beside the window and away he went.

As Ichigo was trying to push Renji off of him, he heard a slam at his window and saw something move away.

"Did you hear that?" Histugaya asked.

"No, what? and that wrestling thing is not as fun as it looks on TV." Renji replied as he rubbed his head where a bump had formed.

"I'll go outside and check it out," Ichigo said, "and while I'm out, I'll get something for dessert."

"ok, bye" Both shinigami replied.

Ichigo walked out of his house after telling his sister where he was going. He walked to the park and sat on the swings.

Grimmjow appeared in front of him with a smirk on his face but anger burning in his eyes. Ichigo stopped swinging, undecided on what to do, but since he could not feel any shinigamis around, he thought it was okay to be with Grimmjow and not pretend to fight. He could not see himself ever fighting Grimmjow again, much less hurting him.

"not gonna freeze me out, berry-can?"

Ichigo should have seen that one coming. He grimaced and said, "Well, I couldn't just run up and kiss you."

"Couldn't you?"

"You know I couldn't. Anyway, you can't come in for a while; I have guests."

"I know, but I wanna go in now Ichigo." He took a menacing step toward Ichigo, his hand taking hold of Ichigo's face. Ichigo wanted to run away but then tensed with desire swamping through him.

"No, not now." Ichigo barely managed to gasp out. "not here."

"but later? Ichi, I want it now and I'll get it now." He growled. He pushed Ichigo onto the soft sand and flipped him his face was buried in sand.

"Fuck, I can't breath." Ichigo growled.

"Well we can't have that can we?" He picked Ichigo up, put him on the swings; butt rising in the air.

"What are you doing? Grimm, stop it." Ichigo asked while knowing what Grimmjow had planned for him; he was anticipating it and hating himself for feeling that way; but no way in hell was he going to let Grimmjow know that.

"I'm doing what I've wanted to do for the past week." Grimm's voice was soft, why did he sound so soft?

Grimmjow pulled Ichigo's pants down and without preparing or giving any kind of warning; he pushed himself in. Ichigo felt himself tearing up, stretching; this was not like the first time at all or the second or the third for that matter. Grimmjow did not let Ichigo adjust, and tears silently made a course down his pain stricken face. Grimmjow had grabbed his waist and shoved in and out, fast and hard, not caring if Ichigo got hurt. He did not stop at all but after a while, he finally heard Ichigo yelling for it to end.

"stop, stop. How much times do I have to tell you?" Ichigo didn't want to cry but he felt the salty river coursed down his cheeks.

"Hell no. I'm having too much fun." Grimm knew he should stop, he should stop right? He didn't want to hurt Ichigo so why was he? He didn't want to think about this…Then, Grimmjow sped up the pace.

Ichigo started to beg. "Please, I can't take it any more." Ichigo couldn't tell if he was begging for it to stop or for more.

Grimmjow didn't answer, he could not hear the pleading for he was riding the waves of his orgasm. He finally heard Ichigo sobbing when he fell from the clouds of bliss. Ichigo was telling him no, but his body was asking for the intrusion. It had clamped around Grimmjow's length not letting him go. Damn, he thought, what the hell had he done? He slowly pulled out and Ichigo fell to the sand. There were tears streaming down his face and blood trailing down his legs, staining his pants. Ichigo looked up with wariness in his eyes, his lips trembling and bleeding where he had bit so hard when he could not protest any longer. He was mad, angry, and livid, any of those word times 100 described him perfectly. He was mad at Grimmjow for what he did. But mostly he was mad at himself, for…actually enjoying it. He had enjoyed the roughness, the violence and the passion with which Grimmjow had fucked him. He was bleeding from more than one crevice and he didn't give a damn when all that had brought him so much pleasure. Grimmjow wasn't the only one who had been hungry for more and the one who ached for the other this last week. Although he was mostly mad at himself, he turned his anger toward Grimmjow.

"Had your fun? Then leave."

Grimmjow looked down and cursed. "shit!"

"Ya, I don't think I can do that anymore."

Grimmjow crouched down and cupped Ichigo's face so delicately that one would think Ichigo would break at the slightest touch if one hadn't seen what Grimmjow had been doing previously.

"Ready for round two, huh?" Ichigo spat at him with vehemence. Why, why was Grimmjow looking at him like that and holding him like that? And why was he getting turned on? Why was he craving for Grimmjow to be inside him again? To fill him? To hold him? To fuck him?

Grimmjow gave him a sad smile and swiped away at Ichigo's cheeks taking away with him the tears he had brought. He just kept on staring at Ichigo.

"What? Cat got your tongue?" Ichigo remarked. Why wasn't Grim saying anything? Say something, anything, Ichi wanted to yell but the words wouldn't budge from his heart.

Grimmjow blinked and kept on looking at Ichigo. "Don't know what to say."

"Sorry? I don't know, Grimmjow how it is in the underworld but here when some one hurts some one they car- well they apologize."

"Car- what? What about a car?"

"What are on?"

"Finish your sentence."

Ichigo's face flushed and he kept his head down, "Nothing, it doesn't matter anymore."

There was a silence for a few moments, Grimmjow stayed crouched on the ground, Ichigo painfully got up and pulled his pants on.

"Sorry" the apology was soft.

Ichigo stopped, his hands frozen above the zipper on his pants.

"Come again?"

"Sorry Ichigo. I was just mad….I guess. And for god's sake you were gone for a week, without telling me, and who knows where, the Quincy knew. I.. and then the fucking red head kept touching you…the fucking silver head…Just Dammit." Maybe a cat really got his tongue

"so you think those are valid reasons to throw your anger at me, push me down, force me?" Ichigo's voice caught in his throat. No, he was not going to cry.

"valid what? Forced? I didn't."

"I can't fricking believe it. I said no, I begged you to stop yet you took me without consent. If that wasn't rape then what was? And a week, and I did not have some for a week either. You don't see me go rampage trying to rape everyone. And there is this thing called masturbation. An amazing discovery. I think. Why don't you try it?

"stop, stop stop. You were not consenting? Your butt was holding me so tight that I thought I was gonna be stuck there forever. And masturbation? You don't think I tried? But its nothing compared to the real thing….compared to you." The last part he mumbled, so Ichigo could not hear him.

Ichigo tried to walk, but he saw stars. He steadied himself; he needed to get away before Grimmjow brought up more evidence about how he wanted to be fucked, dammit he could not admit it, his pride was too big.

"Ichi, wait." Grimmjow said uneasily now knowing how Ichigo would react to him. Ichigo looked back at him his eyes blank, just like when he was rescuing the Quicy.

"I need to be alone; to think, to… bye.. I'll see you later." The last part posed as a distant possibility..maybe maybe not.

Ichigo did not looked a bit scary, as it was that his clothes were rumpled, his hair messed up as if he had done something wild, giving him a vulnerable look. Grimmjow wanted to reach over and kiss him but knew it was not the right time or situation, and he probably didn't deserve anything of Ichigo but it was hardly his fault. Ok, maybe. no no he was not going to regret anything he did.(again the pride thing…)

As he was lost in his thoughts, he did not see Ichigo looking back at him studying his body, his eyes darkening in yearning. Ichigo licked him lips and felt himself grow hard, yet again. What Grimmjow saw after he snapped out of his thoughts was Ichigo running away, fast. He did not see Ichigo stop a block away, where he stopped himself from crumpling to the ground when his legs gave away. He did not see the battle going on inside Ichigo; a battle about Grimmjow and how Ichigo felt about him exactly and where Grimmjow fit.

Ichigo cursed again, his anger reaching the top and slowly receding. His breathing slowed as he calmed down and he willed his heart to stop its erratic beating.