Moments with the Panther and Berry

Disclaimer: My name is Anemone. In case you still haven't figured it out yet, I do not own Bleach.

Dedicated to and inspired by Sly-sama, my GrimmIchi Soul Mate.

Chapter Three: Bath Time and Bubble Fights

It had all started innocently enough.

"Grimm," Ichigo whispered, nibbling on the blue haired male's ear. "Come take a bath with me."

A blue brow rose questioningly. "What about your family? They could catch us." The fear of getting caught by anyone always hung over their heads.

Ichigo chuckled. "You're more paranoid than usual. They're gone for the weekend. We've got the whole house to ourselves."

The smile that pulled at Grimmjow's lips was one of perversion. "Why didn't you say so sooner?"

Once Ichigo had led the Espada to the bathroom, however, things went downhill a bit.

"Men don't take bubble baths with scented candles, Ichi-brat." Grimmjow's electric blues eyed the candles and lavender scented bubble bath warily.

"C'mon, Grimm," Ichigo pleaded. "This is the perfect way to unwind." Those brown orbs locked onto electric blue ones, and the Espada's resolve melted.

"Fine," he said.

Ichigo beamed.

The bathroom had been decorated by Rukia an hour before the Espada had shown up. She felt that Ichigo and Grimmjow needed some peace and quiet, a chance to relax. So, ignoring the protests from Ichigo, she and Orihime had set out in search of the most calming soaps and pleasant candles.

The Jacuzzi tub that stood in the center of the room was lined with candles that were shades of blue, purple, and pink. One lone orange candle stood next to a blue and white one. Grimmjow couldn't help but smile at the corny symbolic gesture.

In the dim flicker of candle flames, Ichigo pulled his blue haired lover to him. Fingers ghosted over taught muscles which were hidden under clothing. A small moan escaped peach lips as Grimmjow captured said lips in a kiss and strong fingers latched onto a butt cheek.

Grimmjow couldn't resist. Ichigo purposefully wore skin tight jeans just to tease him, and now was the time to do something about it. Just groping that ass through thick, denim material wasn't enough. Without hesitation, Grimmjow undid belt, button and zipper and tugged jeans and briefs down to the orange haired teen's ankles in one fluid motion.

Ichigo smiled. Grimmjow had never been one for foreplay or patience. These qualities were what he loved most about the man. He opened his mouth to deepen the kiss as Grimmjow's fingers began to knead his cheeks.

Grimmjow's tongue was drawn deeper into the orange haired youth's mouth as his busy hands continued playing with that tight ass.

Ichigo regained his wits enough to remember the bath. Brown orbs focused, blinking back the haze of lust that had started to consume him. Untangling his slim, peach fingers from blue locks, he skillfully began removing Grimmjow's clothing.

Grimmjow had taken the time to stop by Urahara's shop to pick up the Gigai that the insane, hat and clog wearing man had made for him months ago. Said shop keeper had found out about their relationship weeks after it had formed. How this had happened, neither male hadn't the slightest clue.

Grimmjow's Gigai had been dressed in black ripped jeans, white hooded jacket, tight black shirt which exposed every muscle, and black Chuck's. Ichigo's nimble fingers quickly removed and tossed every piece of clothing covering Grimmjow's body, ending with the boxers adorned with little panthers.

Ichigo broke their kiss, taking a second to toss his purple hoodie and gray t-shirt to join the pile of clothes across the room. "Before we continue, it's into the tub with you. We can't let the bath go to waste."

Electric blues strayed from warm browns to the tub filled with water and bubbles. Wordlessly, he scooped Ichigo up bridal style and carried him over to the brimming tub.

Ichigo made no sound of protest as Grimmjow plopped him into the warm water. He sank back into the liquid, frown slipping away from his lips to be replaced by a serene smile. Said smile morphed into one of pure happiness when the Sixth Espada slipped into the water behind him.

Grimmjow scowled, electric blue brows furrowing. "I didn't think a bubble bath could be less manly."

Ichigo grinned as Grimmjow tossed a handful of colorful bubbles at him. "Rukia got a little too into rainbows."

"That explains it," the blue haired male murmured as purple bubbles were piled onto his hair. "What are you doing, brat?"

"Changing your hair color," Ichigo stated seriously as he piled more purple bubbles onto blue locks. "Nope, purple isn't your color," Ichigo said as he cupped water in his hands and dumped it over the Espada's head.

Grimmjow scowled as the purple suds fell from his hair. It was clear that Ichigo was amused by the act of covering his blue locks with different colors of soap suds, so he decided to lay back and let Ichigo have his fun. Besides, he liked watching that childish smile spread across his lips and loved the way his brown eyes shone with amusement.

Ichigo piled green bubbles onto Grimmjow's blue tendrils. He made a sound of disapproval before saying, "No, green doesn't look right either." He repeated the action of removing the unwanted suds. "I like blue best anyway."

Grimmjow smiled. "C'mere, Ichi-brat. We have something to finish." Grimmjow pulled the teen to him, pressing the boy's body against his own, grinding their members together.

Ichigo bit back a deep moan as Grimmjow's rigid flesh collided with his own. His lips were captured in yet another deep kiss which he promptly melted into as Grimmjow's fingers began to prepare him.

Really, at this point the preparation was needless, but Grimmjow just couldn't keep his hands away from that tight little ass. His fingers slipped past the ring of muscle effortlessly and he instantly slipped another digit in as he grazed that sweet spot.

Ichigo pressed himself closer to Grimmjow as his prostate was stimulated. He opened his mouth wider as the earlier bitten back moan escaped his throat.

Grimmjow broke the kiss to command, "Turn around, brat."

Ichigo did as he was told, turning so that his back faced the Espada. He straddled the blue haired male, and seconds after he seated himself in this position he felt Grimmjow's member at the entrance of his most private area. He moaned as that silky head slipped inside.

Grimmjow leaned back against the bath tub as he slowly entered Ichigo. That first thrust was always agonizingly slow. He couldn't resist teasing his strawberry just a bit.

Ichigo was releasing breathless moans as Grimmjow quickened his pace. Each thrust was a sharp and direct hit to his prostate, and his mind began to cloud with pleasure as the jarring movements made him dizzy. It all felt incredibly good, and the water added a new element of pleasure, making things much easier than any lube ever had. The thrusts were much quicker and as Grimmjow's hand began to slide up and down his shaft, Ichigo's vision swam with stars.

Grimmjow was feeling an incredible amount of pleasure. He had no idea that the water could change the feeling of being inside Ichigo this much .It was absolutely wonderful. His thrusts quickened and he slammed harder into Ichigo as he felt himself nearing his release.

Ichigo leaned back, exposing the sensitive area of his jugular vein to Grimmjow which the Espada immediately latched onto. With just the slightest amount of pressure, Grimmjow could make Ichigo climax with just a few bites. As those sharp teeth began to nibble and Grimmjow's hand continued to work his member, sliding up his shaft and squeezing all the right places, Ichigo felt himself begin to slip into the world of white.

Grimmjow bit down hard on the soft patch of skin above Ichigo's jugular vein. The inferno in his stomach was beginning to rise and blaze out of control. He was losing the fight to hang on, and within minutes, he would take that plunge into the white world.

Ichigo's fingers weaved into Grimmjow's sky blue hair and began to pull strands each time the Espada thrust into him. "Grimmjow," the boy moaned. "I'm gonna- I don't think I can-."

"Come, Ichigo," Grimmjow breathed into the boy's ear.

With a deep intake of breath and a sharp pull of hair, Ichigo arched his back and spilled his seed into the warm water. The sticky substance mixed with the bubbles.

"Ichigo," Grimmjow moaned as the familiar feeling of Ichigo's inner walls clamped onto him. He brought the hand that had been busy with Ichigo's now empty member up to turn the Soul Reaper's face to him. He locked their lips in a kiss as he released his seed and fell into the welcoming blanket of white.

Ichigo sighed happily as he felt Grimmjow's seed shoot into him. Once his lover's heart rate and breathing returned to normal, he released Grimmjow's lips and moved to drain the water which was filled with their fluids.

Ichigo pulled Grimmjow out of the tub and over to the stand-up shower which was hidden in a corner of the room. As the boy left the tub, red soap suds were the only color that clung to his skin. He glanced at Grimmjow to discover the same thing.

"Red suits you, Ichi. Not as pretty as blood, but it works."

Ichigo's eyes darkened a bit. "Your blood is much prettier," He said as he adjusted the stream of water in the shower.

As the water began to pour over them, Grimmjow forced their lips to collide once again. "Y'know, we could always produce some of that delicious red blood…" His voice trailed off and a thin brow rose suggestively.

It was clear that Grimmjow was in the mood for a sparring match. Sex always put the Sixth Espada in the mood to fight. Ichigo wanted nothing of the sort. After the orgasm that Grimmjow had produced, the orange haired youth wanted nothing more than a hot shower and a nap with his lover.

"Maybe later, Grimm," he said as the Espada began to run a soapy wash cloth over muscled skin. Brown eyes fluttered closed in content. If he knew that bath time with Grimmjow was like this, he would've suggested it long ago.

As Grimmjow washed away the traces of semen that clung to Ichigo, he felt a smirk tug at his lips. If bubble baths with Ichigo always ended like this, he would have to insist on them more often.

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To Be Continued!

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