TFLN Bleach Edition

by Zane Takeshi

This is just going to be a collection of short stories, and drabbles written to prompts from the Textsfromlastnight website. Some are going to be funny, others may just be stupid, but most if not all of them will be Yaoi, and GrimmjowxIchigo. If you don't like that, don't read. Rated for the content which will go up in rating as I continue. Enjoy!

6. Sofa Pizza

Zane: Here's another chapter to TFLN Bleach Edition! I hope you like it.

Shiro: Zane Takeshi doesn' own Bleach, ef 'e did 'd be gettin' et on wit' Gin an' King woul' be gettin' plowed by Grimm-kitty on a near daily basis. 'e makes no money on dis work of fiction, 'e also doesn' own Textsfromlastnight, 'e mereleh uses em fer prompts ta write dis fer ya.

Pairing:

GrimmjowxIchigo, GinxShiro

Prompt:

"You chanted SOFA PIZZA all night, then we woke up to find about ten slices under the cushions where you were sleeping..."

The party was in full swing, Grimmjow's house had never been so full before. Not even when he graduated High School, or even College a year back. Now he was a business man, having taken over his family business, Pantera Incorporated. He had his sites on Ichigo Kurosaki, rising male model, and the one who caused Grimmjow many a wet dream when they were in school together. Ichigo had always just been outside of his reach back then. Now, of course was a different story completely, Ichigo had accepted his party invitation, and actually shown up. Grimmjow couldn't help but grin, seeing that lithe, sexy body move about inside his house on the dance floor, and move between the bodies to get a drink from the open bar. Ichigo seemed to prefer the drinks Liquid Marijuana and Blue Mutherfucker more than anything else, but he had also tried a Melon Ball. Grimmjow watched that face get flushed from the alcohol and suppressed a chuckle. Ichigo was a cute drunk. He had actually gone up to Grimmjow and asked him if he could pet his hair, Grimmjow of course obliged. Ichigo smiled brightly at Grimmjow, the older, taller, more muscular man chuckled at Ichigo's cuteness. "Ya know Kurosaki, yer being awfully." Grimmjow said, to which Ichigo frowned. "Not cute." he hiccuped and giggled. "Okay, maybe a little cute." he finished. Grimmjow shook his head. Ichigo had grabbed the larger mans hand and led him to the dance floor, where he promptly started to grind against the other man. Eliciting many moans and a few fristrated sighs to come out of Grimmjow's mouth.

After a few hours of dancing Ichigo had sobered up enough to spot his best friend and fellow model Shinji Hirako kneading the couch and chanting something. He was half on the couch, and half on the floor while looking like he was hiding something under the cushions. Ichigo giggled and shook his head at his friends antics. After awhile the party started to die down, leaving Grimmjow, Ichigo, Shiro, Gin, Nnoitra and Shinji as well as a couple people passed out in various rooms in the house. Shiro and Gin were in Gin's room fucking each others brains out, like usual. Shiro had no idea his baby twin had even made it, nor did he know his twin was inebriated to the point where he was going to do something he had wanted to, but never did in High School, with the man he had been fantasizing about since they met when he was sixteen and Grimmjow was eighteen. Of course if Shiro did know anything, he would tell his twin to call off work the next morning, because going in with a hangover while freshly fucked wouldn't go over well, especially in the clothing, and sometimes lack of Ichigo would be modelling for the company he worked for. As the people were leaving, a few stopped and stared at Shinji, who hadn't stopped his chanting, and messing with the couch cushions. They mostly shook their heads, but a few of them laughed at Shinji and then left.

Ichigo turned to face Grimmjow, a mischievous smirk on the berry's face. He pulls Grimmjow down to his level by his tie, and presses his lips to Grimmjow's gently, what Ichigo wasn't expecting was to be pulled closer, then slammed into the nearby wall, moaning and writhing in the more experienced hands of Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, the man who had been haunting his wet dreams for years. Ichigo wouldn't deny himself after this day, at least that's what the very sober Grimmjow was thinking as he pulled away from Ichigo. "Ya wanna continue this?" he sucks on and nibbles Ichigo's neck while waiting for a response. "Y-yes, please Grimmjow!" Ichigo moans out. He reaches between them and squeezes Grimmjow's impressive package through the trousers of his suit, causing the older male to growl into Ichigo's ear and hoist the smaller over his shoulder. Ichigo giggled as he was carted to Grimmjow's room and tossed onto the bed. Shortly after they got there, they were both naked and their bodies became one, Grimmjow, never one to miss an opportunity, made sure to leave his mark on Ichigo, a mark Ichigo would never forget. He managed to get his buddy who owned a tattoo shop to his house after he thoroughly fucked Ichigo. He had his buddy put a gothic six on Ichigo's back, in the same spot as his own. Of course he paid his friend, who left after giving the unconscious cutie the tattoo.

The next morning Shinji, Nnoitra, Gin and Shiro wake up and head into the kitchen. About fifteen minute later there is a loud scream from Grimmjow's room. "Sounds like Grimmy es in trouble." Gin chuckled out. "GRIMMJOW JAEGERJAQUEZ! YOU'RE TOO FAR AWAY GET OVER HERE SO I CAN ABUSE YOU! YOU THINK YOU CAN MARK ME?! I'LL SHOW YOU! BASTARD!" Ichigo's voice echos in the house. "Shi, ain; tha' yer twin's voice?" Gin asks. Shiro blinks. "Sounds like et, abou' time 'e an' Grimm-kitty fucked." he says. Ichigo limps downstairs, his face red from his intense blush, and partially because there were people in the kitchen. "Hey..." he says sheepishly. "So ya an' Grim finalleh fucked eh King?" Shiro asks. "Sh-shut up Shiro!" Ichigo blushes deeper. Grimmjow chuckles as he walks downstairs, the hickeys and scratch marks from his and Ichigo's fuck session the night before shown to everyone left in the house proudly. "The fuck? Shinji man, what the hell?" Grimmjow says. Shinji looks up. "What I do?" he asks. "Ya were chantin' sofa pizza all nigh' long Shin." Nnonitra says. "I was?" Shinji asks with a light blush on his cheeks. "Yeah, ya were Shinji, and there are alike ten slices of the missing pizza from last night in my couch, right where ya were sleepin', only under the cushion." Grimmjow chuckled. Shinji put his hand on his face. "Sorry Grimmjow, that's why I don't usually drink I do stupid shit like that." Shinji says. "It's alright Shinji, no harm no foul man." Grimmjow grins. "I'm still mad at you Grimmjow." Ichigo says. "Aw, don't be like that Ichi..." Grimmjow says. "You went too far!" Ichigo hisses. "Wut 'e do King?" Shiro asks. "He marked me Shi." Ichigo says. "Marked ya? 'ow 'e do tha'?" Shiro asks. "Like this!" Ichigo says, his face red as he reveals the tattoo on his back. "I ;ate ta say et King, bu' tha's fucken 'ot on ya!" Shiro says. Ichigo just limps off, grumbling about perverts, and possessive sexy bastards who happened to be rich.

Zane: The end. I hope you liked it. I laughed a few times while writing this chapter. If you have any requests for a chapter to this, or for a story pop me a PM and I'll see what I can do!