***Sorry about the wait on this: I really wanted to finish 'Welcome to the Night' as soon as I could, so I put this aside. Plus, I really struggle to write when it's hot, and we've had some absolutely fucking horrible days lately. All I feel like doing is sleeping in the fridge.
Then, to top it all off, my internet has shit itself. I'm scabbing off whoever and wherever I can, but my posting will still be slow. I mean, I finished this chapter almost a week ago.***
Chapter Seven: Mouth for War
Ichigo was startled awake by the sound of his phone vibrating on his bedside table. He groaned loudly, squeezing his eyes shut as he fumbled for the device: it was Sunday, and he'd been looking forward to sleeping in for once. Obviously, though, someone was hell-bent on ruining that plan.
Blearily, the redhead squinted at his cell's screen. He didn't recognise the number that flashed up, but in his half-asleep state it didn't matter and he answered it anyway.
"What?" He grumbled, rubbing at his aching eyes. He really needed to start sleeping better.
"Oh, did I wake you?" A deep, sensuous voice flowed from the speaker, wrapping around Ichigo's brain and clouding it even more.
"Huh?"
The voice laughed, low and positively enchanting. The redhead felt a stirring in his lower stomach, but he tried to force it away. "Sorry about that."
The man on the other end of the line didn't sound apologetic at all, and Ichigo finally managed to connect the voice to a face. He groaned again.
"Jaegerjaquez? How the hell did you get my number?" It had been over a week since Ichigo had seen or heard from the blunette, and he'd stupidly begun to believe that the man had found some other poor sap to chase. From the sound of it, though, Grimmjow was still planning on being an asshole towards him.
"Your hot friend with the massive tits is easy to get info out of."
"Goddammit, Rangiku," the redhead muttered under his breath. He was going to have to talk to that woman sometime soon: she really had to learn to stay out of his business. He knew it was how she showed that she cared, but it was just plain annoying.
"Y'know, she gave me her number too," Grimmjow said in that same teasing tone. Ichigo huffed, unamused.
"Then why don't you harass her? Obviously she wants you, but I'm. Not. Interested."
He considered ending the call, but Ichigo felt like he needed to get his point across once and for all. He didn't like Grimmjow constantly coming after him, and he definitely didn't appreciate being woken up by the blue-haired annoyance.
"Oh, Schoolboy. Why would I call her when I can talk to you?" Grimmjow's voice was almost painfully seductive, and despite himself, Ichigo felt a shiver run down his spine. Hearing that deep rumble directly in his ear was a little too intimate for comfort, but his body was refusing to listen to his rational mind.
"Listen to me, Jaegerjaquez," Ichigo stated in a voice that was a lot more controlled than he actually felt. "I want you to leave me alone. You're pissing me off, and…"
"What're you wearing?"
"What?" Ichigo sat up in his bed, suddenly reminded of the fact that he'd been sleeping only in boxers. It was clear that Grimmjow was challenging him. If he backed down now, the blunette would win, and he'd never leave Ichigo alone. The redhead couldn't let that happen.
"I figure if you just woke up, ya might be laying there with a bit of morning wood. I can help you with that."
Ichigo was furious…and he could feel his cock start to stir as Grimmjow kept speaking in that luscious tone. He was fighting it every step of the way, but even though he didn't reply, the blunette simply fell into a monologue and Ichigo's resistance began to drain away.
"Why d'you keep rejecting me, Schoolboy? You want me. I bet you jerk off wishing I was there, screwing you into the mattress like the bitch you are."
Ichigo's cock twitched again, his semi starting to lightly press against the cool silk of his boxers. He didn't want this, it was degrading and inappropriate and he barely even knew Grimmjow; but then there was that voice. The tone that practically dripped with promises of filthy pleasure and fun.
"You'd like that, wouldn't ya. Thrown face-down with my dick up your ass…y'know, I've got you pegged for a screamer. The angry ones usually are once I get them underneath me."
Fingers tightening around his phone, the redhead glanced down to where his sheets were pooling in his lap. He knew that if he moved the bunched material, he'd be tenting his boxers something awful. Grimmjow was a free phone sex line, and Ichigo's body wanted him to indulge. His mind wasn't so easily convinced…yet.
"You're bein' kinda quiet there, Schoolboy. Did I make you brick already?"
"Wha-…shut up, asshole! No!" Ichigo flushed bright red, trying to ignore the throbbing in his crotch. He wanted to hang up on Grimmjow, but he just…couldn't.
He wanted to hear more of that voice. It was driving him crazy, in the best possible way.
"Do you really want me to shut up? I reckon you'd rather listen to me say every dirty thing I wanna do to you." Grimmjow laughed again, and the sound shot straight to Ichigo's cock. It was getting harder for him not to touch himself, but he wouldn't give Grimmjow the pleasure of winning.
"Keep your fantasies to yourself. It's never going to happen."
"Oh, really? So I'm never gonna get to wrap my lips around your hard cock while I stretch you right out, gettin' you ready so I can take you hard and rough?"
Ichigo swallowed painfully, his throat suddenly dry. He cursed himself for not getting laid often enough: it was coming back to bite him. Everything that Grimmjow said was just so tempting, and the redhead's brain was supplying the images to go with the seductive words.
"Are you wanking yet? Grabbin' yourself and working it real good?"
"…No…" Ichigo mumbled, trying to remember exactly why he wasn't. All of his reasoning seemed stupid, especially when compared to the insistent erection pressing right up into his boxers.
"Do it, Ichigo."
It was the name that finally broke him. The redhead was fairly certain that it was the first time he'd ever heard the other man say his given name, and it hit him hard. It seemed a lot less like Grimmjow was messing with him, and more like the guy actually wanted him to get off.
Shoving the sheets away, one hand still holding the phone to his ear, Ichigo lay back against the mattress. Easing his boxers off his hips and kicking them away, the redhead's breath hitched as his hard-on fell against his stomach. He heard Grimmjow laugh softly, and he rolled his eyes.
It didn't stop him, though.
Ichigo slicked up his hand with the lotion he kept in the drawer next to his bed and lightly grabbed his cock, biting back the hiss that wanted to escape from him. Even without the noise, though, it seemed like Grimmjow knew exactly what he was doing.
"That's right," the blunette drawled. "Work yourself over. Lemme hear you, so I know what it'll sound like when you're under me, panting and moaning."
The redhead had his eyes squeezed tightly shut in a weird effort to lessen his embarrassment. He could feel the burn in his cheeks and neck, and it pissed him off; but the more Grimmjow spoke, the less it seemed to matter.
"C'mon, Ichi. What would you sound like if that was my hand on your cock instead of ya own?"
Ichigo groaned lightly as an image appeared in his mind, Grimmjow's cut body hovering over his own as a large, tanned hand griped his dick, a thumb playing over the head and making the redhead arch slightly.
He stroked himself faster, his fantasy strengthened by the voice of the real Grimmjow talking dirty right into his ear. His earlier reservations gone, Ichigo allowed himself to fall right into the world that the blunette had created for him.
"Good. I wanna fuck you right now, Ichigo. Bend ya over and just go t'town on that tight little ass of yours…"
"Oh, god!"
"…But the sad thing is, I gotta go. Come see me sometime, I'll make it worth your while, Schoolboy."
Ichigo's hand froze as his eyes flew open. "What! Jaegerjaquez, you…"
He trailed off as he realised that the call had been disconnected. Sitting bolt upright, the redhead threw his phone at the bed, where it bounced off and landed harmlessly on the carpeted floor.
"You fucking asshole!" He snarled as he fell back onto the mattress, both hands coming up to scrub at his face. His cock was really aching for attention now, but he was too angry to care.
Yeah, he'd go see Grimmjow at some point. Go see him and kick his stupid ass halfway around the world.
Laying there for a few moments more, Ichigo sighed and finally let one hand drift back to his erection. He wasn't going to be able to function properly until his body calmed down.
'Goddammit, Jaegerjaquez.'
"What would it sound like if that was my hand on your cock instead of ya own?" Grimmjow grinned as he wandered idly around his apartment, occasionally picking up some of the mess that was scattered about and putting it in the right spots.
He was really enjoying this: it'd been a long time since someone had played this hard to get.
Grin widening when he heard the boy moan, Grimmjow slumped back on his couch with one hand resting lightly over his crotch. He'd get himself off once he finished the call, because he was having way too much fun to divide his attention.
Right at that moment, though, the doorbell rang. Standing, the blunette moved to open it, nodding his head in greeting at the albino man on the other side of the entrance. He beckoned Shiro inside, then continued his conversation as if he didn't now have an audience.
"Good. I wanna fuck you right now, Ichigo. Bend ya over and just go t'town on that tight little ass of yours…" Shutting the door, Grimmjow followed the albino into his living room, trying not to laugh at the way the other man was shaking his head in mock disbelief.
This time, the redhead on the other end of the phone all-out moaned, and Grimmjow decided that enough was enough. He had to keep the man wanting more, and getting him off right now wasn't part of that plan. Grinning deviously as he sat back on the couch with Shiro, Grimmjow left the poor kid hanging.
"…But the sad thing is, I gotta go. Come see me sometime, I'll make it worth your while, Schoolboy."
Shutting his phone, the blunette kicked his feet up onto the coffee table and turned towards his visitor a little.
"S'up, Shiro?"
"Who th' hell was that?" The albino asked, one white brow raised in question. Grimmjow snickered, running a hand through his hair and ruffling the blue strands.
"Just the next guy I'm gonna bang. Figured I'd have a little fun with him."
Shiro's forehead creased in thought. "You call 'im 'Ichigo' when I walked in?"
"…Yeah…" Grimmjow replied, wondering exactly what Shiro was about to come out with. The man had an uncanny knack for knowing the weirdest things about the most random people. Maybe he'd learn something he could use.
"What's his surname?"
"Ah…Kiro-something…wait, no, pretty sure it's Kurosaki."
"Redhead, 'bout yay tall?" Shiro gestured up into the air, and Grimmjow nodded.
"Yeah, that'd be about right. Why? Ya know the kid?"
Shiro smirked, slouching back into the couch and crossing his arms over his chest. "He's my cousin. Been a while since I've seen him, but."
Grimmjow stared at the albino before laughing madly, pointing a finger into the other man's face. "Actually, now you mention it, you look kinda like him. 'Cept he's hot, and you're just creepy."
"Thanks Grimm, really 'preciate that," the albino laughed. "How'd ya meet Ichi anyway? Kid's too much of a nerd to hang out with you."
"Remember when that prick glassed me? Your cous' the med student was lookin' after me in the hospital."
Shiro was silent for a moment, and then cracked up in maniacal-sounding laughter. "Maybe you'd better send that asshole a thank you note, then."
Grimmjow's face contorted in a deep scowl, all traces of humour suddenly gone. Shiro caught sight of his expression, and started laughing harder. "I see that cunt again, only thing I'm sending him is on a one-way trip to th' morgue. They won't even be able to identify him with his teeth, 'cause I'm gonna knock 'em all out."
"Shit, man, better calm your ass down 'fore ya get thrown in jail." Shiro was still laughing, perfectly used to Grimmjow's horrible temper. He had no doubt that the brunette's attacker was in for a world of hurt if Grimmjow ever managed to find and identify him.
It was a big place, though: chances were that Grimmjow would never see the guy again. The bastard was probably safe.
"Shut up, Shi. Anyway, you got somethin' important to say? I was in the middle of phone sex when you burst in, and I ain't even got off yet."
"Eewwww," Shiro groaned as he finally stopped cackling. "Y'know, I usually don't mind hearin' 'bout everyone you screw, but keep me outta this one. Known the kid since he was born, so that's jus' wrong. I'll come back later."
"Good," Grimmjow replied as Shiro stood. He watched the albino walk to the door, only to pause and turn back.
"Oi, Grimm. You're my friend and all, so I know ya. Better make sure Ichi knows you're not lookin' for anything serious, 'cause if you hurt him, I'll tear out ya eyes and shove 'em up your ass so ya can watch me kick it. 'Kay?"
"Yeah, yeah," Grimmjow muttered dismissively as he got to his feet and made shooing motions with his hands. Shiro stared at him for a few seconds before leaving, and Grimmjow grinned.
Heading for the shower, he stripped his clothes off along the way and let them fall onto the floor. He wasn't hard anymore, but it wouldn't take long for him to get back there.
He was so close to breaking Ichigo that he could almost taste it.
***…Somebody call Sexual Harassment Panda. I think Ichigo needs him.***
