Chapter 8
Author's note: I realized I was starting to stress out a lot on this story. I had forgotten what writing was about. Sounds cheesy but I remember now. Hope you like this chapter!
Ichigo looked out the window, watching the green grass roll by and give away into sand, wonder and astonishment replacing his suspicion. He looked to Grimmjow in disbelief as he pulled up in front a summer house the size of three of his houses. Ichigo unbuckled, his eyes still staring at Grimmjow in disbelief.
"What's wrong with you?" Ichigo asked softly, frowning as his wonder gave into suspicion.
He let the seat belt slip through his fingers when Grimmjow turned to look at him in the most awkward of ways that made butterflies flutter in his stomach.
"I can't just take you out?" Grimmjow asked in an almost innocent voice, Ichigo leaning back in shock. Something was up.
"No. You force me to have sex with you, get extremely jealous over stupid bullshit, and don't make me write a list here," Ichigo pointed out, Grimmjow grinning.
"Force? You willingly beg for it," he told him, leaning in close.
Ichigo raised his hand, blocking his face so it wouldn't come in contact with his.
"Yeah, keep dreaming. Last time I checked, you are almost a professional at that," Ichigo proclaimed, yelping when Grimmjow palmed his crotch and pinned his hand he used to block him to the seat. He leaned in, kissing him unexpectedly. Ichigo grabbed his wrist of the hand that touched him in his most sacred of places, gasping into the kiss, Grimmjow's tongue sliding into his mouth. Ichigo knew he should fight back, his claws extending in the presence of danger or pleasure he wasn't sure. But he honestly couldn't. There was no bone in his body that moved, no muscle that flexed to try and remove him. Only the feeling of Grimmjow's tongue, that felt large and hot in his mouth he blindly reacted to, his own tongue sliding against his as Grimmjow tightened his grip on his groin. It was like a make out session from the movies though not as lifeless and dry, a shiver running down his spine.
When Grimmjow pulled away, Ichigo was left there dumb, blinking his eyes open slowly. His cheeks heated when Grimmjow grinned, removing his hand.
Ichigo opened the door and hopped out before he could say anything, running to the house in hope for a place to hide, yelping when Grimmjow grabbed him and lifted him up so he would be unable to run, Ichigo kicking his legs despite there being no ground to cause friction and carry him away.
"Stop squirming," Grimmjow growled, Ichigo not to keen on obeying.
"Ichigo!" Grimmjow barked as he dropped him to the ground on his back, straddling him as he pinned his wrists down in a few smooth smooth movements.
Ichigo couldn't even look at him, closing his eyes as his cheeks were stained a dark red. The sand was hot under him, burning his neck but also strangely comfortable, wishing now it would just swallow him up and remove him from this situation.
"Is it that bad to become willing?" Grimmjow asked, Ichigo grunting when he pressed himself against his groin. No one better be around or he was going to kick his ass when he got him off him.
"To you it is!" Ichigo grit out before hissing when he pressed down against him.
"It's degrading!" he gasped, left panting when Grimmjow stopped moving against him, Grimmjow frowning.
"What did you fucken expect from me? Love?" Grimmjow asked disbelievingly, Ichigo snorting, his embarrassment washed over with pride.
"Why would I search for love in a human?" he hissed, Grimmjow narrowing his eyes.
"As far as I am concerned, all it ever is with us is sex. I may not want to do that with you, but you bought me right? Like a loyal whore I have no choice right?" Ichigo asked, his pride giving way to anger as he pushed Grimmjow off him, sitting up and glaring at him.
"I may not like it, but who cares?" Ichigo asked sarcastically like someone actually did, standing up and dusting himself off.
"You want to fuck me till I bleed and faint, but as long as you get off, you don't care how I feel, right? Ichigo said like the truth meant nothing.
"Obviously that's how it works! You are nothing but a worthless whore to me!" Grimmjow told him in anger, Ichigo going silent as his words hit deep. He hadn't expected him to say that. He took a step back, his facial expression one of disbelief and anger.
"Worthless?" he whispered, his claws digging into his palm as he grit his teeth. He wanted to choke him. He hated his every stupid word he had said, and wanted to just slap him across his face.
He turned, sprinting as fast as he could to the summer house. He couldn't kill him, and causing him pain would not do much since he would just heal. So he felt he should just run away, not hearing Grimmjow run after him though unsure since they were surrounded by sand. He leaped onto the summer houses patio, grabbing the rail and turning, running for the door. He tugged it open, slamming it closed and locking it.
"Ichigo!" Grimmjow yelled from the other side, Ichigo panting as he ran further into the house with no real idea of where he was going. He found a bathroom and slammed the door shut, locking it just so he wouldn't be able to reach him. He panted angrily, pacing back and forth, his tail twitching in irritation. Out of all the things he had said to him, that comment though didn't hurt him, made him more aware of his situation. He had thought he could fight his way out of this, but after what he said, he wasn't even sure that was even possible. He felt caged now and felt he could hardly breathe, screaming out angrily as he punched the sink and cracked the marble, his knuckles throbbing lightly.
"Ichigo!" Grimmjow barked before banging on the door, Ichigo looking to it, glaring in hope it and Grimmjow would burn.
"Ichigo unlock this door right now!" Grimmjow yelled, Ichigo growling as he threw a glass vase at the door, the water splashing against it and to the ground, the roses falling to the ground along with the glass that seemed to explode.
"Go away!" he yelled, flinching back when Grimmjow kicked the door, the hinges creaking as the door was nearly removed from them. He backed up, narrowing his eyes as he prepared to fight him. He was not going to be stuck with him till he got tired of him. He would rather die!
When the door fell to the floor Ichigo charged, tackling him to the ground, both of them rolling down the hallway, both trying to get the upper hand. Once they stopped Ichigo was on top, punching Grimmjow's jaw and grunting when he kicked him off, Grimmjow swinging, his fist connecting with Ichigo's cheek, Ichigo stumbling back as he momentarily became disoriented.
Grimmjow took this chance and tackled him to the ground, straddling his hips as he wrapped his hand around his neck. They both panted heavily as they glared fire at the other, Ichigo growling up at him.
"Let me go!" Ichigo hissed, gasping when Grimmjow tightened his hold on his neck. Grimmjow didn't even speak, seeming to angry for words as he panted, his eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Why do you keep doing that?" Grimmjow finally asked after what seemed like forever, Ichigo frowning in confusion.
"Why do you keep fighting back?" Grimmjow asked in a growl, Ichigo wanting to yell at him that it was obvious.
"I would rather fight a losing battle rather than just give up!" He growled, fisting his hand.
"I refuse to give up, to a man like you," he panted, Grimmjow frowning.
Ichigo gasped when he kissed him, his eyes going wide as his tongue slipped into his mouth. His hands slipped beneath his shirt, Ichigo pulling away from the kiss with a gasp, arching when he trailed his nails down his sides. Clothes began to fly as they both tried to strip the other faster than their hands could move, Ichigo gasping when Grimmjow leaned down and kissed him again, only pulling away to pull off his shirt, Ichigo doing the same. He wrapped his legs around Grimmjow's waist as he reconnected their lips, panting into the kiss as he wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Grimmjow pulled away, putting three fingers into his mouth and licked them, wetting them till saliva dripped from his mouth. He reached down between their bodies, Ichigo arching when he pressed a finger into him.
Ichigo groaned when Grimmjow slid his tongue up his neck, panting when he pressed a second finger into him. Grimmjow pulled his fingers free after swiping them around, grabbing himself as he led himself to Ichigo's twitching anus. Ichigo gasped when he entered him, arching as sweat fell from his body to the floor. It all seemed to go in slow motion as Grimmjow's hand ran up his body, Ichigo unbearably hard as he moaned. As he thrust into him Ichigo's body jolted, pleasure traveling up his spine and making the knot inside him tighten.
He cried out when Grimmjow bit down on his shoulder as his hand took hold of his erection, Ichigo's breath stopping as he came. His vision blurred white as he drug his claws up the wooden floor boards, Grimmjow cumming inside him with a groan.
Ichigo looked away from Grimmjow, a blanket wrapped around his body as they sat in front of the fire Grimmjow had made on the beach, unsure of what he felt at the moment. Grimmjow just stared at the fire, leaning back in the sand, resting on his elbows. Neither wanted to break the ice.
The summer house looked like a war had gone through it, seeing as how once they started, the act of stopping didn't seem to exist. Ichigo's cheeks heated. They had done it in the kitchen, the bathroom, hell even the freakin patio. His body throbbed lightly but he felt strangely content, glad for the setting sun that signaled this day would end soon.
"So," Grimmjow sighed, seeming a tad out of place as did Ichigo. Neither knew what to say.
"This never happened," Ichigo told him, Grimmjow snorting as he looked to him. His grin never rose though, his eyes just staring at him so closely it made him feel self conscious. He wrapped the blanket tighter around himself, sighing before shivering. The cool breeze was starting to set in, the sand starting to cool as well.
"I'm uh, going inside alright?" Ichigo told him awkwardly, Grimmjow nodding as he looked back to the fire. Ichigo cleared his throat as he got up, walking with a slight limp hidden by the blanket to the house. He walked over the fallen front door Grimmjow had knocked down, careful not to step on the glass as he tip toed around the shattered glass vase that had been set on the table and they had knocked down when their activities ventured here. He could see scratch marks in the wood, his cheeks turning a bright red. He walked into the hallway, stopping by the bathroom he had locked himself in. The crack he had made in the sink looked like a crater now that he was more leveled headed, wincing as he walked away. He went to the only room that wasn't affected from their activities, falling lifelessly onto the well made bed. He sighed, curling into a ball on his side, looking to the cracked door. He expected Grimmjow to enter any minute but he didn't so after some while of waiting he finally closed his eyes, releasing a deep sigh as he be taken by sleep.
Grimmjow sighed as he sat up, crossing his legs Indian style as he just continued to stare into the fire. After Ichigo had attacked him he didn't know what to do. Adrenaline and anger had ruled his actions, but once he had him pinned down, ready to snap his neck, the words he said made him stop. There was not a neko he knew that would struggle for so long and so hard. That neko girl Rukia Aizen had ordered he punished, he had shot two bullets in both of her legs so she would not cause anymore trouble, but the look in her eyes had been so similar to Ichigo's. He thought he saw him at his knees, a neko who refused to give up. Though Aizen proclaimed she had seemed to have given up and no longer caused trouble, he had a feeling her anger and fight just laid dormant, that it had never really left.
He sometimes thought the same about Ichigo, whenever he showed any trace of submission, just waiting to strike and tear his head from his shoulders. It had came as such a shock that when he kissed him, Grimmjow himself honestly had no idea what he was doing. All he knew that was that he couldn't stop. He wanted him so bad yet wanted to also just kill him and cut his losses.
Grimmjow ran a hand down his face, pinching the bridge of his nose with a sigh. What was up with him?
