Title: Revenge of the Body-switchers
Author: dbz2004/Alex Mustang (4th & 5th paragraphs only)
Written For: the fun of it!
Beta: n/a
Pairing: Grimm/Ichi/Hichi?
Genre: Romance
Rating: R (upgraded the rating due to some M/M action)
Word Count: 1104
Summary: What happens when Ichigo and Grimmjow switch bodies.
Notes: sorry about the year delay. My writing buddy ran out of muse and I decided to finish the chapter on my own since it has been so long since it has been updated. Hopefully my writing buddy will help with with the next few chapters so that we can finish the fic. ^^;
Chapter 4
Urahara sensed that a familiar reiatsu had entered the building but it quickly faded as it walked away from his location. He glanced up from the magazine he was reading and looked around. Shrugging, he figured that it must have been Ichigo's reiatsu going up while both him and the other person were busy 'attempting' to get their bodies back.
Ichigo's other hand slid down to the opening of Grimmjow's hakama and he had slowly started to pull it off of the other's body when he heard the door opening up to the room. He broke off the kiss abruptly and gazed to the door in time to see a familiar red-head's shocked face disappear behind the door. He raised an eyebrow slightly and gazed at Renji with a dumbfound look on his face as the other shinigami opened the door again and then closed it. "Umm…didn't Urahara say that this was a spare bedroom?" Ichigo asked Grimmjow, his voice tinted with both confusion and irritation. Wasn't this a spare room? If it was then why did Renji accidentally walk in on them? Ichigo glanced down at what he was doing before he got interrupted and panicked slightly when he saw that he nearly had half of Grimmjow's hakama off. He backed up a few feet, his face beet red.
What was that stuff that Urahara injected into him? Why did he feel...attracted towards Grimmjow all of a sudden? 'This is getting weird,' he thought to himself. 'Very weird. This had better be a damn bad dream or else.' He looked over at Grimmjow and felt his cheeks burning a deeper crimson color. This situation was turning sour extremely fast.
Grimmjow looked at Ichigo was anger is his face as it was scrunched up. He shoved his body off himself and sat up. Grimmjow wasn't in the mood anymore. "Fuck," he said with a sighed. "I bet that ass had it planned where your red head buddy would come along and walk in on us. He's probably wants us to suffer more then anything." Grimmjow then started to scratch his orange hair with frustration. "Fuck Fuck FUCK!" yelled Grimmjow. "I fucking hate this. Trapped as a mere human. Fucking Aizen, Fucking straw hat, Fuck this!" said Grimmjow flopping back onto the floor and turn away from Ichigo. He didn't even want to look at himself.
Meanwhile Renji walked back to the front of the shop. "URAHARA! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON IN MY ROOM!" . Renji then pointed toward the room in which he was to be staying. "What the fuck Urahara? I clean your fucking store and slay hollows all day? And I walk in on Ichigo and Grimmjow doing that!" said Renji trying hard not to blush out of embarrassment from walking on a hollow fucking his best friend and rival. At this point Renji was about to unsheathe his Zanpakutou. "You really have gone to far Urahara."
Ichigo gave Grimmjow, actually his body possessed by Grimmjow, a slightly hurt look. He turned his back towards the other male as he felt something stirring from his groin area. 'No, not now. This drug...I cannot let it cloud my senses,' he thought to himself though he could feel himself starting to cave into the desires he was starting to feel. He glanced back at his body and narrowed his eyes. The stirring got more intense and he felt himself getting rather hard. 'I bet he is feeling the same intense feeling I am,' he thought bitterly. 'Though I know he is going to ignore it until the last minute. I'm not about to ignore it, though. I don't care if he doesn't like what I am about to do to his body. It is mine for now and I am going to do whatever the hell I want to do.' He slowly slid his hand down his pants and grabbed hold of the firm manhood. He bit back a ground and slowly began to slide his hand up and down the shaft, getting faster and faster with each pump of his hand.
Urahara looked up from the paper he was reading and gave Renji a confused look. "When did you get back, Abarai-kun? I thought you were still out doing errand for me." He lowered his head slightly so that his eyes were shadowed by his hat. 'Oh, Abarai-kun, you weren't supposed to be back this early,' he thought to himself. He smirked for a few seconds before lifting his head up again. "Oh, they were doing something naughty? They had asked for a room to borrow for a few hours and since yours is the only spare that we have...I let them rent it for about an hour or two."
Grimmjow tried to ignore Ichigo for a few minutes but curiosity got the best of him. He turned his body slightly so that he was looking at Ichigo's back. He could see that Ichigo was doing something with his body from the signs of the other male's body rocking slightly. He watched as Ichigo picked up the pace of the rocking and then it finally dawned on him what the shinigami was doing. "Oi, that's my body you are doing that to!" he yelled at the teenager. Ichigo ignored Grimmjow as he continued to pump his hand down his manhood. This felt good-too good to stop.
"Tsk," Renji said as he held his Zanpakutou steady. "And so you thought it was a good idea to do that? That is my fucking room!" Urahara gazed at Renji with a curious look on his face. "Oh, I thought it was my room...freeloader." He hid a smirk with his fan as Renji's face flushed a bright crimson color. "I'm NOT a freeloader! I pull my weight around here!" "Ah, but who is the one who actually paid for the room to rent? They did," Urahara said, pointing down the hallway towards the rooms. Renji spun around and quickly sheathed his Zanpakutou. "FINE! I'll...I'll finish that stupid errand you wanted me to do." With a quickened stride, the red-headed shinigami strolled out of the shop. Urahara waited until the shinigami's reiatsu faded away before giving Tensai the 'all clear' signal. Sighing, Urahara leaned back and began to wave the fan up and down, acting as if it was too hot in the shop. 'Hopefully they get done with whatever they are doing before Renji returns later tonight,' he thought to himself.