Like I said! FREETIME! I will only update my latest new stories if I have time, but don't fret, I usually do! Anyways this one is a pirate story!!!!
Summary: Ichigo Kurosaki was an admiral in the navy. He hated pirates and would do anything to capture them, but when his shipmate is thrown overboard by the unruly waters, he's the first to jump in and save him, only to be pulled under the water himself.
Disclaimer: phhhhh I wish!
Pairing: Of course it Grimmjow and Ichigo! There is nothing hotter!
Chapter Three: A painful and yet comforting remembrance
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Ichigo hissed as the sword barely grazed his forearm, the slight cut was bleeding immediately. Grimmjow's met his, his cold and overbearing stare wearing him down instantly, the next swing of his sword didn't hit the mark, and didn't go unnoticed. His looking at Grimmjow distracted him, the sword coming down on his shoulder blade, lodging itself deep in it. Ichigo howled in pain, and whipped his sword out, decapitating the man's head. Ichigo promptly froze, guilt immediately washing over him from the situation.
Admiral Ichigo Kurosaki, sworn defender of justice, innocents, and sworn protector of his home town of Karakura, sworn hater of pirates, had just killed someone. He froze, the pain going unnoticed from the shock and guilt. He didn't see the man coming up behind him, and not able to react fast enough to protect himself, the enemy thrusted their sword down. All Ichigo could do was stare into death's eyes, feeling himself give way. he sway, and fell into the black sea.
Grimmjow cursed as the boy fell on him, and knocking the sword off of his, and thrusted it back at the man, killing him with mercy or remorse. "Damn idiot I told him he wasn't any use to use in a skirmish." he mumbled to himself, and blinked slightly when he felt the chilled wind notify him on how damp his skin was. He looked down and immediately growled. the damn idiot got himself hurt, and it was pretty bad from what Grimmjow could see. This kid was just an accident waiting to happen. Him and his fucking accident prone admiral now had to take a trip to the doc. Again.
Orihime was so going to get him good for this. He groaned as he briskly walked under deck, to Orihime's room. Said Orange-net was sitting comfortably in the chair reading. His hair pinned back by her two blue flower pins. Tsubaki, Baigon, Lily, Ayame, Hinagiku, and Shun'o were working around the room, cleaning up the other crew members who were hurt in the skirmish with the navy dogs.
"Inoue! Dammit, quit slacking on the fucking job and heal Kurosaki! Damn boy is a fucking magnet for trouble!" Grimmjow barked. Orihime jumped in surprise at the voice and gasped when she saw the boy laying over Grimmjow's shoulder, the sword wedged in his shoulder and Grimmjow covered in blood.
"Kurosaki!" she yelled in surprise. "Tsubaki, get a table ready! I need pliers, a roll of bandage tape and cotton!" she yelled to the black haired protector. the man 'tched' but did as he was told. He was pirate, dammit! He was here to protect Orihime, not do the fucking woman's bidding! He growled at the man laying in the bed, obviously healed already, and he jumped up and out of the room. He was fearful of Tsubaki, but that didn't hurt his feelings. Alot of people felt that way. When he got all of the things ready he moved to let his captain lay Ichigo on the bed, the orange hair plastered to his head from the sweat and crusted blood that resided his skin. "I need that sword out of him, or he'll die!" she growled at Grimmjow. Grimmjow growled back, making her flinch, but in one swift move, he removed the sword from the boy's shoulder. he let himself be pushed out of the way after that by Orhime, who immediately began to work on Ichigo.
"Captain!" another voice yelled, "Its Shirosaki! He's been taken by the other pirates!" Without a second thought, Grimmjow raced after the kid, ignoring the calls and pleas of stop. He could still make the ship if he ran fast enough. snatching up his pistol without lowering his speed, he jumped from the side of the ship, and barely caught the plank of the other. A silent and quiet moment of steadying himself he raced off, ignoring the pleas of surprise. He only had one destination in mind, that dumbass kid. he would be damned if he let some other pirate kill the smartass, or even pop the little runt in the mouth.
That was his job! With one shot he hit the pirates standing guard by Shirosaki, he had to do this fast if he wanted to make the ship. The kid could see the urgency in Grimmjow's eyes, and bit his tongue, stopping himself from saying anything. With another shot of the pistol, the roped were shot off of the boy's torso. Throwing him over his shoulder, he raced off the ship, making his way to the back and propelling himself off and onto his ship. The landing wasn't elegant, the tumbled and rolled, Grimmjow ignored the slight pain in his ankles and picked up the now unconscious Shirosaki and dumped him into the infirmary.
Blood coasted down Grimmjow's face, but he ignored it, finding his wounds irrelevant at the moment and turned to Ichigo, who was already bandaged and sleeping peacefully on the bed. He scooped him up in his arms and without a second thought, he left the infirmary, ignoring the shouts.
"Tsubaki." she whispered lightly over to her protector. He glanced at her calmly, less threatening then the others he looked at. "What is wrong with him?" Tsubaki shrugged, walking up to her and leaned on the wooden desk that she sat on.
"Probably the fact that he's finally found... Naw, nevermind. You can never tell with him."
"Well that clears up so much!" She snapped at him. He smirked at her, his cloth outlining his smirk that was over his face.
"No problem you stupid girl."
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One week after Ichigo had recovered from his wounds, only to be graced with a blistering fever. Orihime had only said that she could not cure this one, Ichigo had to do it himself. Most likely fighting a battle in himself. Orihime had said it was because he had killed a man but she wasn't sure about it. Only that this was a usual case when one went against their morals. Grimmjow had barely been around his little admiral, only because the flushed and weakened state had given him a really big hard-on. So they had been staying at West Rukon port, for one so Grimmjow could get let easily, and two, because Orihime refused to set sail until Ichigo was better.
Then it was that night that Ichigo had woken from his week long sleep, his fever broke and his normally scowling face scowling at the slick wetness of his skin. He groaned, it was fucking nasty. He needed a shower, a bath, anything that would get this nasty grime off of his body.
"Captain! Cap-" shouts and calls echoed out, some protesting, others cheering. Ichigo's head glanced up to see the drunk pirate captain, stumbling around the quarters and smiling incoherently at Ichigo.
"Hiya there -hiccup- admiral! What the fuck-hiccup- puts you in my bed?!" he slurred with obvious glee. Ichigo felt himself cringe at the pure sex of his words. Suddenly he heard a clinking sound, and glanced up wide eyed to find that Grimmjow had locked the door. He was about to jump up, but his body prevented him from doing so, his naked form lying under the sheets. He glared daggers at Grimmjow, who sauntered over to him, tripping over his own and collapsed on Ichigo, straddling his hips.
Ichigo glared at the drunken captain and snarled his lip, thrashing violently, trying to get him off of him. His fist slammed down onto Grimmjow's hard chest as Grimmjow laughed loudly, taking the sheet off of Ichigo's naked and flushed form. He thrashed harder now, trying to get the man off of him.
"Stop fuckin' strugglin! Damn! I'm already hard!"
"GET THE FUCK OFFA ME YOU DRUNK MOTHERFUCK-" Grimmjow raged and slapped him across the face, immoblizing the body and ripped the sheets with his teeth, tying the ripped pieces to Ichigo's wrists and tying him to the bed post.
"Y'know, most bitches don't speak unless they are spoken to. I want you to do the same." he growled, yanking Ichigo's head back by his hair. Ichigo whimpered but growled at him, nonetheless and hissed when Grimmjow yanked harder. "Fine, ya wanna play that fuckin way!" Ichigo's legs swung up, knocking Grimmjow in the groin and causing him to roll off. He grunt and grumbles echoed throughout the room as Ichigo ferociously yanked on the sheets, trying to get his hands free. The damn bed posts! Ichigo cursed.
He cried out suddenly when Grimmjow gripped his manhood. Hard. And yanked it like it was a rope that needed to be tied tighter. If he squeezed any tighter, Ichigo wouldn't have a dick left! Then, he felt more restraints touch his ankles. He trashed and kicked his ankles, one accidentally kicking Grimmjow in the chin, causing him to bite off a chunk of his inside lip. He spit out the blood, the tension in the room was able to be cut with a knife, Grimmjow's face scared Ichigo, a feeling that had long since gone. Until now.
He spit some of the blood on the deck and finished tying up Ichigo's ankles. He climbed on top, ripping his pants off, his shirt, having no need to come off. Ichigo. Ichigo gasped when he saw the man's long and hard member. He wasn't getting out of here with his virginity. Ichigo began screaming, but Grimmjow had already come up for a solution for that. He thrusted a gag in his mouth, and had him screaming inwardly. He gripped Ichigo's hips and looked at the door. He knew Yuroichi would be coming in a moment, so he thrusted in to the tight, wet, and unwelcoming entrance, loving the way Ichigo screamed. Tears welled in his eyes.
Grimmjow groaned at the tight heat encasing his member, and thrusted in and out, the lot of blood becoming the perfect lubrication. Tear tracks had made Ichigo's face look more delectable, the absence in his eyes pissed Grimmjow off. He pumped Ichigo, long hard and fast, and the two came together. Grimmjow pulled out, and removed the bindings, finding himself comfortable with Ichigo not moving. He looked at him red tinted member and cursed. The sheets were tainted red, not just a little bit, but a lot. Ah, fuck!
Having his orgasm sober him up, he kissed the unconscious Ichigo, who was still crying unknowingly. "I'm so sorry."
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Ok, well there ya go! Sorry for the long wait, but I have school. I'm working on Somewhere Down the Slopes too so if that isn't out soon then I'm sorry. I really am trying! Review please!