Zane: I hope you guys are enjoying this mess of random text promted short stories. Like I've said before if you have a request, feel free to drop it in the Reviews or send me a Personal Message, and I'll do what I can.
Grimmjow: Zane Takeshi does not own Bleach, if he did I wouldn't beat on Ichigo like I did in the anime, I would fuck him senseless instead. Zane makes no money from this, he also does not own the texts from textsfromlastnight that he uses in these short stories and drabbles.
Pairing:
GrimmjowxIchigo, GinxShiro
Warnings:
Cursing, minor drug usage, drinking, boys kissing boys and doing other things with boys, misuse of a kitchen table.
Prompt: "You drank 3/4's your half gallon of vodka, made a fort out of the kitchen table, and actually had sex on it."
Nnoitra carted some alcohol into Grimmjow's house, he was grinning as they were getting ready for the party. Grimmjow was turning twenty four, and the doctors said with his cigarette smoking, and alcohol problem he would be dead by twenty-three so they're partying just to show the doctor. Grimmjow was on his over stuffed lazy boy chair, leaned back smoking weed out of his pipe. He was chuckling while watching Nnoitra go in and out of his house, carting in various beers, and harder liquor. "Grimm! Catch!" Nnoitra calls out, he tosses a bottle of Strawberry flavored German Vodka at Grimmjow, which Grimmjow easily catches. "Thanks man!" Grimmjow grins, he takes another large hit off his pipe and leans back in his chair once more. "So ya think, yer stalkee is gonna show up?" Nnoitra asks, his one eye searching Grimmjow's face. "You mean Kurosaki? Yeah probably, Gin's bringing his twin here after all." Grimmjow grins. "If Kurosaki shows up, I'm going to fuck him, nothing is going to stop me this time, that pert little ass is MINE!" he growls out. He takes another drag hit from his pipe, then passes it to Nnoitra, who takes a huge hit, like he always did and promptly started choking on the smoke. "F-fuck! Grimm, man what is this?" he asks while catching his breath. Grimmjow chuckles. "That my man, would be White Widow weed. Isn't is fucking great?" he grins. Nnoitra looks at Grimmjow, his jaw slack. "Ya...got yer hands on White Widow? Fuck man, who'd ya 'ave ta fuck ta get it?!" he asks. The surprise in his voice not hidden at all. "I didn't have to fuck anyone. Jesus Nnoitra, I'm not a man whore like you are." Grimmjow says. Nnoitra scoffs. They pass the pipe back and forth for awhile, then Ulquiorra, and a few others show up.
The pizza arrives, but there was no sign of Gin, Shiro or Ichigo yet. Everyone else had already arrived, Grimmjow was bored, so he started drinking from his vodka bottle. A few of his friends clap him on his back and chuckle, or outright laugh at something said out loud, Grimmjow shakes his head and lights a cigarette, which he smokes in his chair. About thirty minutes later Gin finally arrives, but he arrives alone. Or so Grimmjow thinks. Ichigo and Shiro walk into the party fifteen minutes later, Shiro having to drag his younger twin into the house, Ichigo biting and clawing the entire way, he clearly didn't want to be there. "King, ya gotta staop tha' Grimmjow es a good guy, 'es Gin's bes' friend, so ya gotta at leas' ge' ta know 'im. 'e won' kill ya. I promise." Shiro says. "I'm sorry Shi, but I'm never comfortable at these parties. I've never liked them, they bother me." Ichigo says. "Yer gonna be fine, now 'ave fun!" Shiro cackles as he shoves Ichigo forward, causing the berry to trip, and almost land on the floor, but Grimmjow being as fast as he was caught Ichigo before he hit the ground. Ichigo's face lit up like a tomato. "O-Oh! I'm sorry Grimmjow!" he squeak and gets up quickly, only to fall back down into Grimmjow's chest. Grimmjow chuckles. "You smell nice Ichigo." he says, sniffing Ichigo's neck. Ichigo blushes again. "I'm sorry, Grimmjow." Ichigo gets up slower, so he doesn't fall back into Grimmjow's lap.
After about an hour Ichigo has had his fair share of drinks, and Grimmjow was over half way done with his bottle of vodka. Ichigo takes a few hits off of Grimmjow's pipe, and sits happily on the larger mans lap. He kisses and licks his neck, while grinding on the other mans lap, eliciting groans and some moans from the other. Grimmjow takes another large swig of his strawberry flavored vodka, before heading into the kitchen, he grabs a bunch of couch cushions, and a few blankets and makes a fort out of his kitchen table. Ichigo follows Grimmjow and giggles as the other man builds the fort. Once the fort was built, Ichigo squeaked, finding himself slammed against it. Grimmjow's mouth is upon his quickly, their clothes being shredded, and thrown in random directions as the weed mixed with whatever they drink made them both extremely horny. Ichigo wrapped his legs around Grimmjow, and Grimmjow slid a finger covered in strawberry scented lube inside Ichigo. The other moaning at the contact, but hissing at the slight burning. Grimmjow adds a second finger, and after awhile Ichigo is pushing himself against those fingers. Finally Grimmjow can't take it anymore, he lubes up his cock and thrusts it inside Ichigo, and lays the smaller male on the table fort, where he promptly fucks the hell out of him. After a few sessions on the table, and inside the fort, they both pass out in one anothers arms.
The next morning the people within twenty feet of the kitchen are awoken by a loud scream. Ichigo was the one screaming, he couldn't get away from Grimmjow because his back and ass hurt too much but he did scoot a bit before grabbing one of the many blankets and wrapping his naked body in it. Nnoitra walks into the kitchen to find Grimmjow rubbing his face. "What the fuck happened last night Nnoi?" he asks. Nnoitra cackles. "Well...Ya drank 3/4's yer half gallon of vodka, made a fort out of the kitchen table, and actually had sex on it." he says. Grimmjow chuckles, he then looks at Ichigo smugly. "You're mine now Ichigo." he says, with a grin on his face. "I'm not your possession Grimmjow!" Ichigo hisses out. "That mark on your neck states otherwise Ichigo." Grimmjow says. "M-mark?" Ichigo asks. "Yeah, you have my mark on your neck now. You're my mate." Grimmjow grins.
Zane: End! I hope you liked it! I'll see what I can do about writing more later.
