Chapter 3

Author's note: Wanted to put this up before going to bed.

Ichigo woke up slowly, feeling something warm on his face. He wiped his cheek, thinking it was just drool. He opened his eyes, seeing blood on his hand. He sat up abruptly, looking to his pillow. It was covered with blood.

He grabbed it and rushed to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. He looked into the mirror, panicking when he saw blood was steadily pouring from his nose. He turned on the water, splashing his face with water. He knocked the pillow down, the pillow landing on the floor with a wet smack. He was panicking so badly he felt on the verge of tears, the blood seeming to just never stop.

He stuck his finger into his nose, searching for the blood clot. He couldn't feel it though, taking his finger out. Numerous blood clots covered his hand, seeming to almost move by themselves. He put his hand beneath the spray, more blood pouring from his nose and into the sink like water from a cup. He tried to think of how to stop it, pinching the bridge of his nose. He didn't want to tilt his head back, afraid he might choke on his own blood.

He closed his eyes tight, counting to thirty. He opened his eyes, reaching for some tissue. He blew, the clot finally coming out. The bleeding slowed then stopped, Ichigo panting as he looked at himself in the mirror.

He looked like he had torn out someone's throat. He washed his face then the sink, cleaning off the mirror also. He picked up the pillow, the floor stained with blood. He got a wad of tissue, wiping up the blood. He threw the pillow into the shower, taking off his clothes before getting in. He turned on the water, the water that ran down the shower floor becoming pink as the blood began to be washed out.

He turned the water to the hottest it would go, freezing to death now. He scrubbed and squeezed the pillow, blood and water mixing, the water now becoming red. He was shaking badly, hearing a knock at the door.

"It's three in the morning! What are you doing up so early?" Ichigo froze, swallowing thickly.

"I… I woke up and can't go back to sleep," he told him, the pillow held against his groin. He looked down when he felt something hot run over his entrance, the blood rushing out and staining his thighs. He pulled it away, putting it far away from him. Grimmjow didn't ask anymore questions, Ichigo curling up in a ball.

What was wrong with him?

He toughened his resolve, cleaning the pillow till only a light pink stain was left behind. He turned off the water, his skin red from the hot water. His jaw hurt suddenly, Ichigo clutching his mouth. He opened it when he felt something against his tongue, two of his teeth falling to the shower floor along with some blood. He reached into his mouth, feeling the empty spaces they had been. He closed his eyes, his body suddenly becoming unbearably hot like he had a fever. He took in a breath, the smell of Grimmjow's blood wafting into his nose.

His legs were shaky, Ichigo leaving the pillow as he walked out of the bathroom without covering up, walking to Grimmjow's room. He could smell his blood, his arousal. He opened his door, Grimmjow looking to him with tired eyes. He sat up rubbing his eyes.

"Ichigo what the fuck? You're getting water everywhere," Grimmjow told him, Ichigo falling to his knees. Grimmjow got up quickly, rushing to his side. Ichigo felt weak, Grimmjow catching him before he could hit the floor. Ichigo groaned softly, Grimmjow's eyes looking over his body for any signs of injury or allergic reaction.

"What's wrong?" he asked, Ichigo shaking in his arms. He clung to him, pressing his face into his neck. Grimmjow's involuntary erection ached with him so close like this, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly.

"I feel so dizzy," Ichigo moaned, Grimmjow's hand sliding down his back slightly. He was so wet and hot to the touch, Grimmjow trying to push his thoughts aside.

"Lower," Ichigo moaned, Grimmjow's cheeks becoming a deep shade of red. Ichigo took in a shaky breath as his hand ran over his left ass cheek, Grimmjow's eyes fluttering as he felt his flesh. He pulled his hand away though, feeling he shouldn't be doing this. He had loved Ichigo for so long, had craved him so badly for so many years, but right now Ichigo needed him, but not in this way.

"I'll call an amubulan-"

"No."

Ichigo pulled away, his eyes becoming an almost clear gold. Grimmjow felt like he was put in a trance, his vision becoming shaky and unfocused. It was like he was drunk, Ichigo grabbing his hand and bringing it back to his ass. He pressed against him, Grimmjow taking in a sharp breath.

"I need you," Ichigo whispered huskily, pressing his finger between his cheeks and against his entrance. Grimmjow pushed it in, Ichigo rising up slightly with a hiss. Grimmjow shivered, Ichigo moaning against his neck as he pressed his finger deeper, his insides so soft and pliant.

"Grimmjow," Ichigo breathed, Grimmjow pulling his finger free. Ichigo tore open his shirt, Grimmjow pushing him down before pushing down his pants. Ichigo's eyes watched him, Grimmjow lining himself up before thrusting into him. Ichigo gasped for breath, grabbing his hair and pulling harshly. Grimmjow thrust into him hard and slow, his hands placed on either side of his head. He grunted with each thrust, Ichigo wrapping his legs around his waist.

"Harder," he moaned, Grimmjow growling as he bowed his head, his eyes shut tight as his tight heat became impossibly tighter. He thrust faster and harder, Ichigo pulling him down. He buried his face in his neck, Grimmjow feeling something sharp slide over his skin. He yelped when something sharp sank into his skin. Ichigo holding him there.

"Ichigo!" he growled, never realising he had been so kinky. He pinned his hands over his head, Ichigo releasing his neck as he took him harder, Ichigo arching and moaning in ecstasy. He turned them over, Grimmjow grunting as his head slammed onto the wooden floor. The trance he was in slowly slipped away, pure shock running through him when he saw Ichigo riding his cock. He stilled his hips, Ichigo arching with a cry.

"Ichigo we need to st-"

"Fuck me hard," Ichigo moaned, nearly whimpering, Grimmjow feeling that daze trying to take over as Ichigo looked into his eyes. Grimmjow shook his head, pushing him off him. Ichigo seemed shocked, Grimmjow panting as he put a hand over his weeping erection. He tried to control himself, putting a hand to Ichigo's chest when he tried to come back to him.

"We can't do this," he panted, Ichigo forcing him onto his back. Grimmjow didn't know when he became so strong, Ichigo straddling his hips, raising his ass over his cock.

"Don't you want me?" he asked, lining up his cock before lowering himself down. He didn't go all the way, staying strictly around the head. He moved his hips in small circles, Grimmjow closing his eyes tight as he groaned. He shook his head though, stilling his hips.

"Ichigo we need to stop," he panted, Ichigo lowering himself down suddenly, Grimmjow releasing a pleasured yelp. Ichigo rose up almost all the way before doing it again, moaning between breaths.

"I need you, I don't wanna stop," Ichigo moaned, Grimmjow grabbing his hips to the point they were nearly bruised. Ichigo looked to him, his eyes shining gold. Grimmjow closed his eyes, feeling dazed and drunk as Ichigo rode him steadily. He pulled him down harder, Ichigo leaning down.

"Harder," he breathed, Grimmjow groaning as he forced him down harder and thrusted up his hips. Ichigo moaned into his ear, his tongue sliding over his neck. Grimmjow arched when he bit his neck again, cumming into his body with a groan. Ichigo didn't pull away from his neck though, Grimmjow's vision becoming blurry.

"Ichigo…" He pulled away, licking his neck with a moan. Grimmjow sighed, panting as Ichigo rose off of him.

Something red was on his face as he walked out of his room, Grimmjow touching his neck. There was no blood, but he could feel two puncture marks on his neck. He sat up slowly, confused and no longer dazed.

What had just happened?

XMissingX

Ichigo looked at the tall building, swallowing thickly. He tightened his jacket around his body and walked up to the entrance, a man opening the door before he could. Ichigo took a step back, a dog following the man. The man looked old, his head balding and his beard bushy and white. Wrinkles tried to hold down his face, but when he smiled at him he looked young and careless. Ichigo smiled back softly, the man pointing at the building as his dog sniffed around his shoes.

"Are you here for Ronald?" Ichigo nodded, the man's smile becoming more warm.

"He's waiting for you. I'm Sutterfold by the way." The man bowed, Ichigo doing it in turn. The dog barked, Ichigo looking down to it. It was scratching at his shoes, laying down as it began to bite the laces. Ichigo pulled his foot away.

"This little guy is Cam. He's very playful. And also has to use the restroom." Sutterfold walked away, Cam following him with small yips. Ichigo smiled, walking inside. He took off his scarf slowly as he entered a long hallway, looking for the door with B2 on it. It was at the end of the hall, Ichigo opening the tinted door. He couldn't see anything from the outside so was surprised when it was bright inside. Music played softly on a two piece stereo, Ichigo looking to the door on the other side of the room.

He passed by the two couches in the room, knocking on the door. There was nothing at first, Ichigo going to the mirror hanging on the wall by the door. He swept back some of his hair, his complexion kind of pale. He looked to the door when it opened. A short man stood there, Ichigo easily a foot taller than him. He smiled, his smile like a mother who smiled to her child.

"Are you Ichigo?" he asked, Ichigo nodding. Ronald opened the door wider, Ichigo hesitant at first. Ronald noticed, tapping his fingers on the handle.

"I don't bite." Ichigo smiled, walking over to him. Ronald moved out of the way, Ichig closing the door softly behind himself. There were four different rooms here, what looked like a kitchen on the far left side. A bathroom was next to it, Ronald walking into the kitchen.

"Do you want something to drink?" he asked as Ichigo walked into the kitchen, his steps slow and hesitant. There was a bowl full of treats, a coffee pot giving off the sweet aroma of fresh brewed coffee. Ichigo breathed in deeply, Ronald looking to him as he got out a bag of plastic cups.

"Want some?" he asked, Ichigo nodding eagerly. He had never really drank coffee that much but he loved it to death, walking over to Ronald when he told him to put in what he wanted. He put in two small bags of sugar and a lot of cream, mixing it with a small stick he gave him. He brung it to his lips, closing his eyes as the sweetish bitter taste entered his nostrils and poured down his throat.

"Careful it's hot," Ronald told him, Ichigo pulling it away from his lips. His tongue burned a little but it had no real effect. Ronald took him to the third room, Ichigo sitting on the couch closests to the large window. He felt uncomfortable though when the suns rays touched him, moving to the one against the wall.

Ronald sat in the one closest to the desk, sighing as he relaxed. He drank some of his coffee, placing the cup on his desk.

"So, what do you want to do?" Ichigo was confused, Ronald smiling.

"We're here for you right?" He asked, Ichigo nodding slowly.

"Then what do you want to do? We can go for a walk, play games, or just sit here and daydream for an hour. It's up to you." Ichigo couldn't help but crack a smile, looking around the room. He saw the game of Life, a childish urge to play it rising up in him.

"Can we play the game of Life?" he asked, Ronald nodding. He got up, getting the game from his cabinet. They had to put it on the floor, Ronald assembling it.

"So, how old are you?" Ichigo looked to him, helping him to feel less awkward.

"Eighteen," he told him, Ronald humming as he put the retirement homes up.

"Having fun in college?" he asked, Ichigo smirking. He nodded, the two finally getting the job done. They passed out the money like the instructions told them too, Ronald asking him small questions. Ichigo relaxed slowly, starting to feel more at ease now in his presence. He started to talk more, Ronald just listening.

"Life is sometimes harsh huh?" Ichigo asked, Ronald smiling as he spun the wheel.

"It is, but the hardest things are what give it meaning," he told him, Ichigo frowning. He felt sick suddenly, looking to the clock. It had already been forty minutes, the two half way through the game. Ichigo sighed, feeling vomit rising in his throat. He held it back till the session ended, rushing to the bathroom.

Ronald put up the game, Ichigo turning on the fan in the bathroom. He vomited up abruptly into the toilet, his eyes shut tight as his throat was scorched with liquid fire. Tears formed in his eyes, Ichigo gasping for breath when it finally stopped. He opened his eyes, feeling fear rise up in his gut. The toilet was filled with blood, Ichigo falling back onto his ass. He flushed the toilet, rising up and washing out his mouth, blood turning the water pink.

Ichigo wiped away his tears, spitting up what he couldn't reach. He turned off the water, looking at himself in the mirror. He fixed himself, smoothing his hair back. He wiped off his hands, opening the door. Ronald looked worried, Ichigo giving him a weak smile as he tried to calm himself.

"Just ate something wrong," he told him, Ronald nodding his head.

"No more coffee for you."