Author's note: Well, even though this is a PWP lemon fic, I would really really appreciate a review! I have no idea how I am writing because I simply haven't done this before, so I thought I should start with something easy that came in my head and see how it's going, before I write more complex stories with plot etc... So, if you would be so kind as to review even for the things you don't like, I would be eternally grateful! Thank you! ^^
Ichigo's eyes widened in shock on hearing the stranger's voice and even though he was already shivering due to the cold, a different kind of shudder went down his spine. The figure of yet another well-built man approaching him menacingly registered, before panic beclouded his already muddled mind.
He thought he was in a nightmare; the beating, the helplessness, the park... yeah, a bad, eerily vivid dream, that must be it. He would probably wake up soon and discover it was because he forgot his window open that he was freezing in this dream and he was
"So, I take it you're feeling suicidal tonight kid? Looks like you pissed off some herd of wild elephants... And by the looks of it you're gonna get pneumonia before morning..."
Ichigo's reassuring thoughts were abruptly cut down by some words that barely got past his eardrums. Then he felt something brush against his arms, although he couldn't exactly feel what it was; his limbs were almost numb from the low temperature or the shock, who knows...
On the other hand, Grimmjow stared excitedly on the perfect mess in front of him. He felt he was in some kind of surreal sex dream where his sexual frustration was first enhanced by some appetizer-like event -which he now hardly even recalled- only for the main dish to be devoured with the maximum amount of hunger and desire possible.
He licked his lips as he took in the sight of the gorgeous kid on his plate. Body lean and toned, ready to succumb to him. Eyes shocked from intimidation and pupils dilated from drugs. Lips and skin torn and bloody waiting to be caressed by his tongue. Scent of alcohol promising less resistance and more eagerness. And flesh icy cold waiting to be touched and accept his heat, which was rising by the second. He lowered his eyelids mischievously and smirked, then took off his leather jacket and shoved it to the kid's arms.
"Here, put this on, before your blood turns to ice, kid."
The other one did not make an attempt to move and it seemed he had a hard time processing his words.
"Sheesh, you better comply with what I say, boy, I'm a deranged stranger for all you know and you look pretty vulnerable from my point of view."
He said in a subtly playful tone while throwing his jacket around Ichigo's arms. At the contact with the heated material around his frozen shoulders, Ichigo briefly closed his eyes in comfort. As soon as he opened them again though, he twitched and took a step back frightened, stumbling at the process and almost losing his balance if not for a warm hand gripping his arm.
"Hey, don't be afraid, kid...You seem pretty fucked up and disoriented, do you even have any idea where you are?"
Grimmjow said in a steady, quiet voice as he let his fingers slide lightly upon the already bruised and scratched skin of the kid's arm. His blue eyes were following his fingers' movement that stopped hesitantly near the wrist. Then he slowly turned the kid's hand over, revealing a bloody palm with what appeared to be glass shreds around the dirty gashes and fingers so frozen and rigid they could not even twitch.
"...n-no, I'm lost...c-could you...could you help me?"
Ichigo's voice was close to a whisper but his brown eyes softened a bit and he tried to take a better look at the stranger in front of him. His blue hair was glistening slightly in the moonlight as did his clear blue eyes. He was a bit taller than him, broader too, and through the opening of his tight shirt Ichigo could see the pores of his exposed upper torso protruding and his nipples getting erect from the cold.
His touch was soft and Ichigo was surprised to see the look on the stranger's eyes turn from predatory to what seemed like worried. He watched silently the other one observing his wounds and turning his hurt hand upside down. Then while his hand was raised probably to be looked at more closely, he tried to pull it back, but felt the grip around his wrist become more confident.
At the sight of the kid's injured hand, Grimmjow felt immediately blood rushing down the pit of his stomach and saliva forming in his mouth. He brought the hand near his face ignoring the kid's light effort to pull it back and parted his lips to let his tongue touch the skin of Ichigo's palm where it began to tear up.
After some gentle flicks with the hardened tip of his tongue, he flattened it and licked slowly Ichigo's palm, cleaning it from the blood while removing with his hand the couple of glass shreds that were still inside of the soft skin. Then he placed his lips over the gash, resembling something between an effort to kiss and to suck, and he flicked his tongue quickly and erratically over Ichigo's flesh, more like a thirsty cat drinking water. Before even noticing the other one's reactions, he moved his lips over the icy fingers, wrapping the middle finger rapidly inside the hot, wet cavity of his mouth.
"NNGHH!" was what made Grimmjow glance up at the hand's owner's face. Ichigo's cheeks were fiercely flushed and his gaze was intense but indescribable. Ichigo felt like he could not react sanely and was terrified at what was going on, but mostly by the way he suddenly felt his breath shorten and his jeans tighten. He could not gather his thoughts as they formed like random cries in his head.
Why is he OH MY GOD why does this feel AH shit it must be the drugs I can't like this...I'm straight and SHIT why the hell am I turned on by a guy I should st "NNGHH!"
Watching the kid's expression pushed Grimmjow over the limit. He groaned while looking him hungrily in the eyes as he swallowed the whole finger and sucked it before engulfing Ichigo's index finger together and fastening the pace. When a muffled "Sstop...please" escaped Ichigo's lips, Grimmjow finally stopped, came swiftly near the younger one's ear and whispered in a lustful voice
"Come to my place kid... I'll take care of those injuries of yours and I guarantee you, I'll make you forget about them...".
Finishing his phrase, he grabbed Ichigo's head and positioned his mouth below the other one's earlobe, where the gash on his neck started. Letting his mouth hover over it, he went slowly up and down his neck, like following an invisible track. From the kid's earlobe to his Adam's apple, Grimmjow's lips were tormentingly close but never touched the skin as he breathed into Ichigo's flesh. The smaller guy was shuddering and moaning with a rising heart beat nearing dangerous levels.
Fffuck, why am I feeling like this I can't take this anymore shit I can't think clear I can't trust a stranger this is crazy I'm straight aren't I he makes me feel so good I want him to lick me all over no shit concentrate I want to fuck him maybe he will let me I should
"I'm straight...b-but..uhh...I...I think I wannna fuck you."
Ichigo finally said. Grimmjow chuckled and raised his head so that their eyes were at the same level. They were so close their noses almost touched and they could feel each other's breath in their mouths.
"Hah, so you're a virgin, kid? Shit, and I thought you couldn't get any better... You got some nerve in you to say you wanna fuck me, I like a slut with a nerve..."
Smirking he leaned forward to lick and suck the torn lip on Ichigo's face. As the flavor of the dried gin entered his mouth, he frowned but then gave it a second thought.
"Hell kid, I thought you were intoxicating, but your face tastes literally like alcohol... So I take it you're into humiliation games then?"
He winked his eye and started unbuckling his belt.
"What are you doing? I'm n-not..."
Before Ichigo could finish his phrase, he watched in horror as Grimmjow took off his belt and whipped it in the air just barely avoiding him. The whipping sound echoed sharply in his ears and he shut his eyes.
"What did I tell you, bitch? Don't be afraid, just fucking obey! Tell me your name and say you fucking want me to be your master."
As Ichigo did not speak, Grimmjow whipped his belt twice, so close to the orange-haired's body that he felt the threatening air as he whispered
"I...Ichigo...m-master"
Raising his belt Grimmjow got near Ichigo and wrapped it around his neck, closing it tightly to form something between a choker and a leash.
"Now, Ichi slut, we're going to do something about this virgin thing of yours, shall we?"
And with that he dragged Ichigo by the belt, forcing him to follow towards the street lights ahead.