Sorry it's been a while. I've got a lot of volleyball camps that will keep me busy for a while, and I'm not sure when I'll be able to write again. Sorry about that, but I'll get the next chapter up as soon as possible.
When Grimmjow woke up the next morning, he was surprised to find that Ichigo had managed to wrap their bodies together. Their legs were completely tangled, and the smaller male was resting his head on the bluenette's chest. His hand were tangled in Grimmjow's shirt, and the king's hands were wrapped tightly around his shoulders. He chuckled a little, attempting to wake the smaller male up. He shook him, flicked his face, shook him some more, and smacked him on the back, growling when none of it worked. He finally shrugged and turned over, causing the small male to fell off the bed and thunk onto the floor. Said male woke immediately, sitting straight up and glaring sleepily at the bluenette.
"Why must you always be knocking me onto the floor?" He asked exasperatedly. Grimmjow smirked.
"Why, isn't that where whores belong? After all, you can't suck me off when you're level with me." Ichigo scowled, slowly climbing to his feet.
"I suppose I deserved that. After all, I thought maybe we could be friends. Apparently I should watch myself and make sure I don't get too comfortable with you."
Grimmjow nodded, smirking once again. "Damn straight. I don't need a friend in a whore, that's for sure." Ichigo nodded, turning back towards the door.
"Alright. I'm going to wake Shiro up. I'll meet you in the throne room." Grimmjow nodded, watching the seductive male as he left the room. One he was out the door, Grimmjow stuck his head into the hallway.
"Don't fuck anyone in the hallway! The maids'll get pissed off at me if ya make a mess!" He yelled, causing the orangette to blush wildly. The smaller male lowered his head and kept walking, opening the door to his brother's room and quickly hurrying in.
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Twenty minutes later, Ichigo finally walked into the throne room. Grimmjow stared at him as he walked up to the throne and sat in the king's lap. The bluenette laughed as Ichigo buried his head in his neck and closed his eyes.
"Eager, aren't ya?" He questioned, making Ichigo scowl.
"I'm tired," He muttered, "And you're warm. I'm going to sleep." His breathing slowed, and Grimmjow scowled. He was not going to be left alone again to talk to these shitty villagers again! He shook the orangette, waking him up. The small male glared at him while he smirked back.
"Nope. You've gotta stay awake so I don't get the shit bored out of me again." Ichigo scowled sleepily.
"Grimmjow, I'm tired. I want to sleep." He yawned again, squirming in order to get comfortable. Grimmjow shifted, fully aware of the problem in his lap that was caused by the smaller male's moving around. A sudden idea came to him, and he smiled. He stood, picked Ichigo up, and walked back out of the throne room. A soldier tried to stop him but he pushed past, almost running down the hallway. He rushed into his room, throwing Ichigo on the bed. The smaller male looked up at him curiously and a little fearfully.
"King Jeagerjaquez? What are you doing?" He questioned. The king smirked, moving his body to cover Ichigo's.
"You're whore, right? I've decided that I'd like to take advantage of that. You're going to pleasure me, and maybe I'll let you stay here." Ichigo scowled angrily, pushing on the bluenette's shoulders in a futile attempt to get the king off of him.
"And what if I don't? You'll let me go?" Grimmjow chuckled, attaching his mouth to Ichigo's neck. He licked the tan column a little, nipping softly as Ichigo tried to hold in a moan.
"Don'tcha remember, whore? If you don't do as I say, I'll have ya put to death."
