CHAPTER 9: LUST

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Onwards...

XOXOXO

Starrk's voice barked into the silence of the bedroom, resounding harshly like the clanging of a church bell. Grimmjow almost put his hands over his ears a couple of times, but knew if he wanted to get through this scolding with his hide still in tact, doing so was a bad idea. He wouldn't even look his brood leader in the eye. The other vampire was in a rare state of fury, and Grimmjow was actually afraid of making the wrong move. Starrk was one of the very few who was stronger than him, so purposely provoking him was out of the question.

"What the fuck were you thinking?" Starrk snapped, deep voice ominous as thunder. "Are you trying to be banished? Do you want to be left to fend for yourself against a board full of Elders? This stubbornness has to stop, Grimmjow! What will it take for you to come to your senses?"

Grimmjow stared across the room at the orange-haired human lying on its bed. One of the brood medics had wrapped its neck with a thick layering of bandages and performed a blood transfusion on it. Grimmjow grimaced at the sight of the bloody, balled up sheets tossed in the corner of the room closest to the human's bed. He would admit, he'd gone a tad overboard. He glanced at the human's pale face again and hid a sheepish smirk behind a cough. Correction. He'd gone a lot overboard. In fact, he'd damned near killed the thing. But how could Starrk blame him? Starrk of all vampires knew how Grimmjow felt about humans, and especially how he felt about feeding from them directly.

A cold blast of air whipped across his face, bringing his attention back to his irate brood leader. Starrk stood over him, gray eyes cold and furious and lips stretched into a thin, angry line.

"You're not even listening to me," the Elder vampire growled.

"I am listening."

"Are you really?! Your fucking human almost died because of your pigheaded behavior! And it's not as if you didn't know this would happen! You starved yourself until the brink of death before you actually decided to feed! You should have had a witness in the room in order to prevent this!"

Starrk stopped yelling and began pacing the space in front of Grimmjow's large bed. Grimmjow felt a shard of guilt slide around inside of him at the frustration and anger pouring off of the vampire he'd considered a father since the death of his own. He hadn't meant to be such a burden, but there were certain bridges he wasn't willing to cross just yet. The only reason he'd even tolerated drinking from the human assigned to him in the first place was because he'd been lying at death's door. Nothing less could have gotten him to do such a heinous thing. What was feeding if one couldn't kill its prey?

"You need to be disciplined!" Starrk snapped as he came to an abrupt stop. He glared down at Grimmjow and shoved his hands into the pockets of his black, silk lounge pants. "Since you've revived your health by gorging yourself, I expect to see you in the training room in an hour. Don't be late, Grimmjow."

With that, Starrk stormed from the bedroom, the door slamming shut behind him on its own. The cold bite to the air slowly subsided, and the candles lining the walls stopped flickering. However, the menacing aura that had surrounded the brunet brood leader seemed to linger in the room. Grimmjow carefully stood and made his way over to the other side of the room, where the human lay in recovery. It was all this creature's fault that he was in so much trouble – this one and the rest of its kind. If it wasn't such a taboo to kill humans, Grimmjow would still be in his element.

He stared down at the bright head of orange hair on the human and frowned. He'd never seen a human with hair that shade before. He'd seen red, of course, but this wasn't red. This was tangerine-orange. He lowered his eyes to the human's face, refusing to entertain the thought of how intriguing its hair was. But that just presented him with the recollection of how fun it was to get the human's nut-brown eyes to light with fury and annoyance. As Grimmjow's eyes went lower and lower, he had to fight with himself about each character they landed on. The human's lips were bloodless and dry at the moment, but normally, they were full and flesh-colored. Its jaw was angular and stubborn, similar to his own, and its neck... Grimmjow quickly averted his gaze. Even though the human's neck was covered in a thick bandage, the spot of blood decorating it was still tempting. It was more than enough to make Grimmjow recall the taste, the smell – hell, even the texture. It seemed different than what he was used to. Of course, it could mean that it was different because it came directly from the source, but Grimmjow didn't really think that was it.

The human's body was covered by a thin sheet from the chest down, so Grimmjow's lazy perusal was forced to a stop. He sat down on the bed next to the human and swiped his hand through the stubborn blue fringe hanging over his forehead. He remembered everything. As soon as his tongue had traced the impression of the human's carotid artery, his entire body had become hyper-aware. Hyper-sensitive. The blasted human had smelled absolutely mouthwatering. If he'd thought he was hungry before getting a whiff of the human's strangely unique scent, he'd changed his mind afterward. The human's skin was soft and pliant – not rough like Grimmjow had imagined. He'd thought the human's skin would mirror its attitude, but that wasn't so.

And then there was the way the thing tasted. It's skin alone was nice. Like an appetizer, it's mellow flavor prepared Grimmjow for the thick richness that was the human's delectable blood. Grimmjow swallowed and licked his lips. He could still distinctly taste the crimson life of his assigned human, and it taunted him. The next feeding cycle would be Hell for sure, simply because he'd already tasted the human's blood and liked it.

Grimmjow made a sour face when his conscious dredged up that word. Of course, he'd liked it. He'd been starving half to death. Any blood would have tasted magnificent.

Then why were you aroused?

Grimmjow shot to his feet and stalked to the bathroom. He was going to ignore that little slight of mind. It was natural for a vampire to become aroused during a feeding. Completely natural. In fact, it would be considered odd if one didn't become aroused.

Liar.

He lowered himself onto the closed toilet and covered his face with his hands. Not only was he dealing with his brood leader while the vampire was out for blood, but now he had to argue with his mind that he wasn't lusting after his human. The thought alone was disgusting. Maybe if he just got laid, the ridiculous thoughts would go away. He wouldn't see himself running his hands over the human's smooth, creamy-looking skin. He wouldn't picture driving himself in and out of that lithe body as he had his fill of its blood. Grimmjow growled into his palms and bared his fangs.

First things first, though. He had to battle Starrk and let the vampire work off his frustration. He had one hell of a trial ahead of him.

XOXOXO

Grimmjow was a fool. There was no getting around it. The idiot had been on the verge of draining his human when Starrk had gone to check on him after not seeing him that evening in the humans' dining hall. He would have had no choice but to concur to the Elders had Grimmjow actually killed his assigned human. Thank goodness he'd been there to stop him.

Starrk shuddered as he prowled the training room. He was shirtless and wearing a pair of dark-gray linen pants. He was barefoot and itching to kick his brood son's ass. Grimmjow needed to learn his lesson and realize that he couldn't just do as he pleased. Starrk had given the younger vampire a lot of leeway, but the time had come for Grimmjow to understand and abide by his boundaries as a member of a brood.

The training room was large, made of hard wood floors and cream-colored walls. The only decoration was the abundance of old-fashioned weapons lining the walls, ranging from steel-tipped spears to double-headed axes. Starrk ambled over and snatched a flail from its metal perch. He swung it around a couple of times, familiarizing himself with the weight and dexterity of the weapon. Just as he stepped into a routine of battle stances and moves, the huge double doors to the training room swung open. Grimmjow entered, head held high and blue eyes defiant.

The vampire would never learn. He'd go to his grave an unruly and irrational being.

Starrk lowered the flail to his side and stood still. He wanted Grimmjow to know that he was extremely serious and that he wouldn't be leaving this room without a few scars in his wake. Good thing vampires could regenerate because with the mood Starrk was in, Grimmjow would probably be a lost cause.

The tall, blue-haired vampire came to a stop right in front of Starrk and lowered his head a fraction in a subservient bow. At least the brute had some semblance of manners. Still...it wasn't about to excuse him from the beating he was about to receive. Not to say that Grimmjow was a pushover. He was by no means an easy vampire to defeat, but Starrk was stronger than him and intended to let that fact be reestablished.

Starrk didn't even give his brood son a chance to ready himself. He swung at the vampire with the flail, inwardly proud when Grimmjow still managed to dodge the crippling blow that had been aimed at his head. Grimmjow disappeared from sight and reappeared to Starrk's left, large fist coming fast towards Starrk's jaw. He bent backwards, avoiding the punch, while swinging the flail at the same time. Grimmjow disappeared again, this time coming at Starrk from behind. Starrk smiled as he did his own share of vanishing; Grimmjow had learned his speed techniques from him after all. He reappeared at the blue-haired vampire's left elbow and gripped it before twisting it upwards and behind his back. As Grimmjow was distracted by his elbow, Starrk aimed the flail at the back of Grimmjow's right knee. The weapon imbedded itself into the other vampire's flesh with a nasty thud, causing Grimmjow to buckle and howl.

Starrk had to commend the kid, however. Grimmjow didn't stay down for long, even though he was clearly injured. He hobbled a bit, then corrected his stance before once again disappearing. Starrk had a feeling he knew right where Grimmjow intended to show up, so he turned to his left and smashed his fist into the other vampire's face as soon as he materialized into view. The crunch was intensely satisfying. Grimmjow grunted and grabbed his nose as he stumbled backwards. Starrk didn't let up. He followed through with another swing from the flail, which caught Grimmjow directly in the center of his mid-section. Again, Starrk didn't ease the pressure. He yanked the spiked weapon free, only to swing it again, this time cracking Grimmjow's sternum. The blue-haired vampire hit the floor, blood flying from his mouth.

Starrk stood and watched as Grimmjow refused to give in to the brutal beating he'd just received. The vampire pulled himself up on his arms, but immediately fell back to the floor, obviously exhausted. Now that his anger had been spent, Starrk winced at the sight of his brood son. Still...the disciplinary action had been necessary to make Grimmjow realize that he'd done wrong, and that it wouldn't be allowed a second time.

"Have you had enough?" Starrk asked quietly.

Grimmjow coughed and hacked, his breath bubbling in his chest and gurgling up his throat. Despite the pain he had to be in, he still managed to get a few words past his lips.

"Th-that all you got?"

Starrk knew the jibe was empty, and that was the only reason he didn't answer it with another swing of the flail. Instead, he squatted beside his fallen brood son and tossed the weapon aside.

"Your mouth will be the death of you, Grimmjow. You do know this, don't you?"

Silence. But that had been expected.

"I hope you've learned your lesson for now," Starrk rumbled as he passed a hand through Grimmjow's dampened blue hair. Afterward, he climbed to his feet and stalked towards the doors. As he approached them, he looked over his shoulder and shook his head at the sad picture Grimmjow presented, lying on the floor in a pool of his own blood. "I'll have a medic come and fetch you. Make sure to stay in your room. I don't want to see your face in the mansion tonight."

With that, Starrk left, heart heavy and mind in turmoil.

XOXOXO

Ichigo blinked and stared at the dark ceiling above him. He was incredibly thirsty and hungry, and he had to piss like no tomorrow. His mouth felt dry as a bone and his head was pounding like a drum. What the hell had happened to him? He moved to sit up, and when he was overtaken by an acute case of vertigo, everything came crashing back to him. He knew exactly why he felt like shit on the rocks. Grimmjow had officially made him into a nighttime snack.

More like an all-you-can-eat buffet.

Ichigo fell back onto the bed and threw an arm over his eyes. Well, he had to look at the bright side: at least he was still alive. He could have become another vampire statistic, but here he was, ready for another go at feeding the volatile, blue-haired vampire. Ichigo tried the whole sitting up thing again, this time much slower, and wanted to pat himself on the back when he managed to ease his legs over the side of the bed. He started to stand, but paused when he looked across the room at Grimmjow's bed. Better yet, he froze and wished like hell that he could turn into a fly on the wall in order to escape the drilling, blue glare pointed in his direction.

He didn't know what he'd been expecting, but it certainly wasn't seeing his slave-driver so soon after almost being killed, that was for sure. He needed time to get used to the fact that he'd come within seconds of kicking the bucket. But now that he thought about it... Grimmjow was glaring at him as if he'd committed some heinous crime, when it really should have been the other way around. If anything, Ichigo was the one who had the right to be shooting lasers with his eyes. Well, now he was pissed. He returned the hate-filled stare ten-fold. It wasn't like he was expecting the vampire bully to apologize for almost draining him dry, but Ichigo didn't think there was a reason for Grimmjow to scary-eye him, either. In fact, the asshole should have been a little grateful that Ichigo had been around to sate his hunger when he'd been fucking starving to death.

The longer Ichigo mean-mugged the vampire across the room, the more he realized something was off. Grimmjow didn't look too good, although it wasn't the lying-on-death's-door look he'd sported before. It was more like he'd gotten into the fight of his life. He had a bruise across the bridge of his nose, a large bandage wrapped around his torso and right knee, and his long, blue hair was a frazzled mess, hanging over his left shoulder.

For some strange and disturbing reason, Ichigo was suddenly reminded of the erection that had violated him during Grimmjow's meal time. Not only that, but he couldn't even fight the blush that stole across his cheeks and heated his ears. How embarrassing. Thank goodness the vampire couldn't read his mind.

Ichigo stared down at his hands in his lap, refusing to give Grimmjow anymore of his attention. Not that the guy had asked for it in the first place, but Ichigo felt better not catching that murderous, blue glare head-on. He went back to the vampire's beaten up state and wondered what had caused it. Had he caught an attitude with the wrong vampire? Because there was no way in the world Ichigo would believe Grimmjow was in that state because of a human. Ichigo wanted to laugh. It served the brute right. Karma had a tendency to come back around when one least expected it.

Just then, the door to the bedroom swung open and admitted Grimmjow's wiry, silver-haired friend, Gin. Ichigo had learned his name from Renji, but had never really used it, preferring to call the creatures what they were: bloodsuckers or vampires. Gin floated into the room, wearing his regular garb that consisted of billowy material and no shoes. He went directly to Grimmjow's side, not even sparing a glance at Ichigo – which was fine. Ichigo was more interested in finding out where all of Grimmjow's battle scars had come from. He wasn't sure either vampire would talk about it in front of him, but there was always a chance.

Gin sat on the table beside Grimmjow's bed and stared at his friend with disdain. It was clear from the expression on the normally cheerful vampire's face that he was severely disappointed.

"Why're ya such a stubborn jackass?"

Grimmjow scowled and pressed his lips together. "What?"

"Ya heard me. I mean, ya got yerself inta this mess by screwin' around with the humans, an' now yer makin' it worse by bein' stupid. Why the hell would ya starve yerself 'til ya couldn't control yer hunger? Ya know how mad Starrk was?" Gin paused and looked Grimmjow over before snorting. "I guess so if those bandages and bruises're any indication."

"I hate humans and you know that," Grimmjow grumbled with a roll of his eyes.

"Yeah, well ya better get over that quick, fast an' in a hurry. 'Er else yer gonna be in a world a'trouble."

"You think I don't know that, Gin? You think I don't realize the magnitude of my judgment?"

"Then why dontcha act like ya got some sense instead a'pissin' Starrk off all the time?" Gin snapped.

Grimmjow massaged his eyes and shook his head. "It's just not that simple, and no amount of explaining will suffice."

"If ya starve yerself again and have a repeat of last night, Starrk ain't gonna be so tol'rant. I hope ya know that."

"Of course I know that."

The room went silent as the two vampires seemed to ponder the heavy conversation they'd just had. Ichigo, on the other hand, sat spellbound as he stared at Grimmjow. So, Starrk had given him those wounds? And all because Grimmjow had almost caused Ichigo's death? Could someone say beautiful justice? Ichigo wanted to whoop and leap and shout with glee, but figured that wasn't such a good idea at the moment. He'd wait until the vampires weren't around to do it. A turn of events such as this deserved a good celebration, and Ichigo intended to carry it out to the fullest.

But for now...he had to pee. Badly.

However, he didn't have the balls to just get up and walk past Grimmjow and his buddy. He didn't want the attention to shift to him, especially not with the mood the blue-haired vampire was currently in. So, what to do? Ichigo shifted on the side of the bed and crossed his ankles. He felt like he hadn't relieved his bladder in years.

Of course, he had the worst luck in the world.

Grimmjow's head lifted and his icy, blue eyes honed in on Ichigo from across the room. "Are you going to sit there and wet the bed, human?"

Ichigo jumped a bit, not expecting the vampire to actually speak to him. Then, he narrowed his eyes and sneered. He almost snapped a retort, but caught himself. He had to remember who the hell he was speaking to.

"I didn't want to interrupt your discussion."

Gin chuckled and rose from his perch on the nightstand, his reedy hand passing over the lap of his flowing pants.

"See, Grimmjow? Yer human has manners. Ya know how long it took me ta break mine in?"

"You call that broken in? He's still got a bad attitude," Grimmjow grumbled.

Had he not been aiming his sarcasm at an extremely strong vampire, Ichigo would have said something that probably would've singed the hairs in Grimmjow's nose. But he had better sense than that. Instead, he slowly climbed to his feet and trudged across the carpet to the bathroom. He carefully avoided the two vampires as he closed himself inside and made a beeline for the toilet. The instant he was in front of it, he pulled himself free from the green boxers he wore and seemed to urinate for hours. It felt marvelous too. He sighed and held onto the back of the toilet, head thrown back in ecstasy.

He knew that Grimmjow and Gin were probably still in the bedroom, discussing his "unruly" behavior, but ask him if he cared. He just wanted to go eat now that he'd used the restroom. That might've been wishful thinking, but his stomach was cursing him out and demanding he fill it with something other than saliva and air.

Ichigo washed his hands at the impeccable sink and left the bathroom. He didn't even look at Grimmjow's bed, so he didn't notice at first that Gin had left. When he was almost to his bed, though, Grimmjow's voice once again assaulted the silence.

"Go eat, human. Your stomach is making so much noise, I can hear it from here."

Ichigo peeked over his shoulder and frowned. Damn, how he wanted to just give as good as he got to the asshole vampire. It wasn't fair that Grimmjow was so powerful.

"Fine," he muttered and shuffled as fast as he could over to the door.

He hadn't intended to say anything more to the vampire, but as he pulled on the heavy, metal portal, Grimmjow spoke up again.

"Human."

Ichigo paused and looked over his shoulder yet again, this time in confusion. Grimmjow was never this talkative. When it was clear the blue-haired being had his attention, Grimmjow uncharacteristically fidgeted and toyed with the bandage on his knee as he stared at the bed underneath him.

"I was told to apologize for my previous behavior."

Ichigo felt one of his eyebrows go up on its own. What the hell was this? Was that really some half-assed attempt at an apology? He wanted to scoff and roll his eyes as he proceeded to ignore the brute, but, really...where would that get him except in a sling? No, thanks.

"O-OK," he stuttered.

Honestly, he had no clue how to respond to that. Should he say thank you? Somehow that didn't seem quite right. Besides, Grimmjow didn't really want to apologize in the first place – that much was clear from his expression and tone. Ichigo wanted to ease from the room. That or disappear into the floor. This was one of those awkward moments that he just didn't know how to handle, and it was making his skin crawl with discomfort. He looked into the beckoning hallway and grimaced. Grimmjow still hadn't said anything else.

"Um-" he started.

"Just leave."

Ichigo turned back to Grimmjow and found the vampire staring at him with so much open hatred, it was scary. He went with his first instinct and dipped into the hall, quickly closing the door behind himself.

XxxxxX

"If you don't stop fuckin' staring at me, I'm gonna smack the hell outta you," Ichigo growled into the plate before him.

He ignored the embarrassed flush that crossed his red-haired friend's face as he stuck another bite of food into his mouth. Renji had been eyeing him since the moment he'd stepped foot into the dining hall. It was fast becoming annoying.

"Sorry, Ich."

"No you're not. Just ask and get it out of your system already."

"Well, there ain't much to ask, really. It's kinda obvious ya got better acquainted with your – I mean, the vampire assigned to you."

Ichigo sighed and set his chopsticks down along the edge of his plate. He resisted the constant urge to rub his neck as he faced his friend.

"I wouldn't actually call this 'better acquainted,' Renji. That bastard almost killed me."

Renji's eyes went round and his mouth dropped open. Then, he snapped it shut, the look in his eyes turning into remorse.

"I had a feelin' somethin' like that would happen."

"What do you mean by that?" Ichigo snapped.

"I mean, when you described his symptoms to me the other day, I already knew he was hungry. Really hungry, at that."

"So, why didn't you tell me?! I would have been better prepared if I knew!"

Renji frowned and leaned closer. "I tried! My vampire made me leave before I could tell you! Remember?!"

Ichigo sat back in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest. Renji was right. Now that he thought back on it, he remembered the red head being cut off before he could get to the really juicy part of their conversation. That damned Gin...

"Soo...when ya say he almost killed ya, d'ya mean that literally?" Renji continued.

Ichigo gave the man the blankest look he could muster. "What? You think I made that up? You think I'm exaggerating just for kicks?"

"No, man. I jus' wanted to be sure. They can get in trouble for that shit, ya know?"

Ichigo remembered Grimmjow's current state and gave a smug grin. "Yep. I say good for them. Maybe that'll knock them down a peg or two from that pedestal they've been standing on."

"Careful, Ich. Just 'cuz they're not standin' next to us, it doesn't mean they can't hear everything we're sayin'."

He was right...again. Ichigo finished his food and downed a couple of glasses of the watered down juice they were given. Now that his hunger and thirst had been sated, he was ready for another nap. He just hoped Grimmjow was either out of the room, or too busy minding his own business to worry about what Ichigo was up to.

Right on cue, the dishes were swept away, and Gin sauntered over to fetch Renji, hooking a finger under the red head's shirt collar like he always did.

"Say bye ta yer friend, Red."

Renji gave Ichigo one last glance and shrugged his shoulders. After that, he followed behind the thin, silver-haired vampire. Ichigo left the table and made his way back to the room he shared with his own personal caveman. The halls were relatively quiet, considering it was right after dinner, but he preferred it that way. He took his time heading back, using the silent moments to think about his situation. He missed his father, but he was grateful the man was alive and not dead like he'd once thought. He was also glad that the old man was the one taking care of his younger sisters. There was no telling who would've been left in charge of them had Shiro not made that deal with Starrk. Those were the two things Ichigo was actually thankful for. Everything else could go sit in a dark alley and rot.

He passed his hand along the wall of the hall that led to his quarters, dreading the moment he would actually have to go inside. He was so tired of dealing with the vampires, and especially Grimmjow. The asshole was so fucking arrogant and downright mean. Ichigo had never done anything to the guy, yet he was treated like a peon. It went against everything he knew – went against his very nature. There'd been so many times when he'd just wanted to walk up to Grimmjow and knock his fucking head off his shoulders. Too bad he wouldn't survive a stunt like that; he'd really love to see the expression on the blue-haired vampire's face.

The door to their room appeared before him sooner than he would have liked, but he sucked it up and pushed it open. What he saw as he crossed the threshold made him stop in his tracks and stare, wide-eyed and speechless. Mouth opened and all.

Grimmjow was still in bed, but he had company. And not company of the Gin variety, but company of the intimate, should-be-kept-behind-tightly-closed-doors variety. Ichigo wanted to rub his eyes right out of his head, but was too stunned to do much more than breathe. He'd had a feeling that the vampire preferred dudes in his bed, but now he had proof.

"Close the fuckin' door!" Grimmjow snarled.

His company lifted his head from the vampire's lap and turned deep, brown eyes in Ichigo's direction. The slender guy wore a coy expression and a saucy smirk. His hair was so auburn, it was almost burgundy, and his skin was pale as the moon. Grimmjow's bandages were gone, and mysteriously, there weren't even any scars in their place.

Ichigo slammed the door shut and moved on autopilot to his bed. He tried to bury himself beneath his blankets and ignore the noises coming from the other side of the room, but that was like ignoring a nuclear bomb. He lay on his side and tried to be discreet with his spying. The two males were naked, but for some strange and disgusting reason Ichigo couldn't fathom, the one he couldn't keep his eyes off of was Grimmjow. His body was ridiculous. Ichigo had never seen anything like it! The vampire was absolutely perfect; there wasn't a bit of flab or a muscle out of place on him.

Meanwhile, the guy between Grimmjow's legs was enthusiastically giving the best blow job Ichigo had ever witnessed in his life. It was so strange and surreal watching two men going at it, but it was also somewhat interesting. He'd never been curious about the mechanics of gay sex before, but now that it was live and in his face, there was no way he could look away. He tried not to dwell on the technical bits, but that was pretty hard too. Grimmjow was one blessed man in the equipment department – vampire or not. The guy he was cavorting with finally lifted his head from Grimmjow's lap and snaked up over the vampire's sculpted torso. The two kissed until Grimmjow grabbed the back of the guy's neck and tugged him away.

"You know what to do," he growled.

Ichigo wanted to cover his eyes when the auburn-haired man smirked and positioned himself on his back, but...he couldn't. It was impossible.

Grimmjow threw the slighter man's legs over his shoulders and reached for a small bottle on his nightstand.

Oh, that makes sense, Ichigo thought as he watched the blue-haired vampire pop the cap and pour some of the clear substance into his palm. He ignored the dirty sensation clinging to him as he continued to peep at Grimmjow's very private moment. If the vampire had the balls (no pun intended) to fuck in front of him, then Ichigo wasn't about to feel guilty for being a bit curious.

A loud, almost desperate shriek rent the air and drew his attention to the pair again. His eyes grew enormous as he listened to the sound of Grimmjow plowing into the poor guy beneath him. Ichigo wasn't a virgin, but even he wasn't that cruel when he had sex. He'd never treated a girl that way. Hell, if he had, it would have been the end of his sexual career as he knew it.

The sound of their flesh coming together was sharp and extremely erotic. As Ichigo watched Grimmjow's back and hips moving, he found himself unwillingly blushing and squirming with arousal. What? He was human, if nothing else. Sex, period, was enough to have him hot under the collar, especially with how long it'd been since the last time he'd gotten some.

The guy underneath Grimmjow yelped and moaned, the sounds escalating until he was keening at a steady pitch. And then Grimmjow's hips seemed to move faster and harder, until he finally came to a stop with a final, aggressive surge forward and a deep grunt. Ichigo was ashamed to realize that he was breathing a little heavier than normal, mouth dry as if he'd just been doing his own workout. There was even a bead of sweat sliding down the side of his face. He wasn't gay, but that had been intense.

Grimmjow leaned back and sat on his haunches while the guy underneath him caught his breath, still slightly moaning and sighing with bliss. Ichigo was about to turn over and give them a moment to themselves, when Grimmjow's head slowly turned to the side in his direction. At first, Ichigo didn't understand the look of confusion the blue-haired vampire was wearing. In fact, it made him frown, puzzled, in return. Then, Grimmjow's head lifted ever so slightly, nostrils flaring. That was when Ichigo panicked, but it was too late by then.

Grimmjow gave a slow, full-blown grin that showed all of his teeth as his piercing blue gaze locked with Ichigo's wildly uncertain one.