CHAPTER 10: FALLING FOR YOU
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WOOT! Hittin' the ten chapter mark! LoL!
Onwards...
XOXOXO
Ichigo settled himself at the kitchen table and plunked his backpack on top of it heavily. He was annoyed, nervous and a lot uncertain of what was about to occur. Nel had moved back into the living room and was seated on the couch, eyeing Shirosaki over the back of it like he was a coiled, poisonous snake. Normally, the expression on her face would have made Ichigo laugh, but he wasn't in a merry kind of mood at the moment.
Having completely forgotten about the visit from Shiro, he had allowed himself to get caught up in everything that was Grimmjow. Kissing him, being close to him and feeling the taller man's heart beat against his own chest was like a drug, more specifically, ecstasy. Ichigo had never felt that way about another person in his life and even though it made him feel higher than a giraffe's head, it also made him apprehensive.
He didn't know what to do with all these sudden emotions.
Grimmjow followed right behind him and took a seat next to him at the table, piercing blue eyes drilling holes into Shirosaki, who merely watched the blue-haired fairy with amusement. The albino gave Grimmjow a sinister grin, full of pearly white teeth and honey-coated razors. Ichigo didn't know how it affected Grimmjow, but it made a chill slide down HIS back. That grin was creepy and promised things Ichigo really didn't want to know about the pale figure sitting at the head of the small kitchen table.
The tension that descended over the table was almost thick enough to taste and see. Ichigo cleared his throat, gaining each man's attention. "Shiro, did you bring your stuff?" he asked, trying to shoo away the ominous cloud of "kill" that hovered over the table.
Grimmjow glanced at him, diamond blue eyes softening a fraction. Ichigo felt something warm blossoming in his gut as he tried to fight an oncoming blush.
He lost, of course.
Shirosaki turned his shark grin in Ichigo's direction and the intensity almost made him gasp. Shirosaki's eyes were glinting far too brightly with mischief and Ichigo didn't like the way the other man was staring him down. "Nah, ya got some extra paper, right?"
Ichigo rolled his eyes and unzipped his backpack, pulling a thick, five-subject notebook free. "Yeah, Shiro."
Grimmjow grunted and rested his arms on the table, eyes back on Shiro and Shiro giving him an amused glance in return. The tension ratcheted back up and Ichigo sighed under his breath. This wasn't going to end well; he could already feel a disaster looming on the horizon. Grimmjow wouldn't stop glaring at his classmate and Ichigo was beginning to wonder if it only had to do with Shiro's presence.
"You do at least know what chapter the assignment is in, right?" Ichigo tried again, opening his notebook and carefully tearing out a few sheets along the serrated edges. He glanced up quickly and was glad to see Shiro nod. "Good."
Ichigo tugged his heavy History book out of his backpack and placed it before him, waiting for Shiro to guide him to the assignment chapter. When Shiro said nothing, Ichigo looked up at him and grimaced at the open curiosity he saw on the pale face across the table. Shiro was giving Grimmjow a studious once-over as he set his left elbow on the table and rested his chin in his hand.
"So...wha's yer name?" he asked.
Ichigo winced at the low growl that Grimmjow emitted. "Grimmjow. Should you not concentrate on your work?"
Shiro's grin reached his ash white sideburns. "Heh, ya got somethin' against me, Grimmjow?"
"I don't like you. There's something strange about you and it makes me wary," Grimmjow stated bluntly and again Ichigo grimaced.
Fortunately, Shiro didn't take offense; instead he laughed, watery voice echoing in the too quiet kitchen. "Sure tha's wha's really botherin' ya? Sure it ain't got somethin' ta do with my buddy, King, over there?" he asked with a nod in Ichigo's direction. Panic threatened to swallow Ichigo whole as Grimmjow snarled, baring his teeth and showing impressively sharp canines. Grimmjow started to speak, but Shiro continued. "Know what I think, Grimmjow? I think yer barkin' at the wrong dog," he said quietly, his golden irises glowing as they focused like a laser scope on the blue-haired fairy.
Grimmjow frowned deeply and half-rose from his seat, Shiro doing the same and Ichigo decided now was a good time to step in. "That's enough!" he snapped, making both men turn to him, dangerous looks still in their eyes. He didn't care, though. "That's e-fucking-nough. Shiro, if you can't behave, I'm gonna ask you to leave."
Shiro shrugged carelessly, lowering himself back into his seat. "Tell that ta yer guard dog, King. I ain't done nothin' ta 'im."
Ichigo could feel Grimmjow bristling, even without looking at him, so he gently put his hand on the taller man's hand that was bracing the table, sculptured body poised for attack. "Calm down, Grimmjow," Ichigo said softly, finally drawing the blunet's attention.
Grimmjow was seething, barely restrained fury radiating from him like microwaves. "I will not allow him to threaten me," he said stiffly, blazing blue eyes narrowed.
"He's not threatening you, right, Shirosaki?" Ichigo asked sternly, turning his gaze back to the albino.
Shiro grinned saucily and shrugged. "S'cool, King. Long as he don' bother me, I won' bother him."
Ichigo rolled his eyes and refocused on the angry man beside him. "Just ignore him."
Grimmjow stared at him. Ichigo didn't know what he was contemplating, but whatever it was, Grimmjow must have drawn a favorable conclusion because he dropped back into his seat with a short nod, the hand under Ichigo's sliding free, only to interlace with it. The blunet gave him a tiny smirk that lifted the right corner of his mouth. "For you," he said simply and it made that warm section in Ichigo's stomach flare.
Ichigo couldn't even hide the maroon that swallowed his face and neck as he turned back to Shiro, who was watching the scene unfold with an air of curious disapproval, brows furrowed and strange eyes narrowed. Ichigo didn't understand the meaning behind that look, but he wasn't about to discuss it at the moment, either.
Shiro and Grimmjow were a hairsbreadth away from tearing each other apart like rabid wolves and he'd rather avoid that, if at all possible.
Shinji took that time to saunter into the kitchen from his bedroom, closely followed by a shirtless Nnoitra. It was quite obvious what they had been doing, as Shinji's face was bright red and his blond hair was askew, his only manner of dress being a rainbow pink t-shirt and pale green boxers. Nnoitra had on a pair of dark blue pajama pants, but his long, raven-colored hair looked no worse for the wear, resting over his narrow shoulders silkily.
Shinji took one look at Shiro and groaned. "Not you! Why are you always around harassing Ichi?" he snapped, stepping right up to the albino.
Shiro arched a brow and the right side of his mouth turned up in a devilish smirk. "King don' seem ta mind. 'Sides, why ya so worried 'bout it?"
"That's irrelevant. Yer annoyin'," Shinji muttered as he shuffled over to the fridge and pulled out the gallon of orange juice.
Nnoitra was still standing near Shiro, his violet eye wide and focused on him intently. That look hadn't slipped Ichigo's notice and he was just about to ask what it was about, when someone knocked on the apartment door so hard, it sounded like it was about to shatter. Scowling, he whipped his head around to stare at it, vaguely registering Shinji jumping so hard, he dropped the glass he had just retrieved from the cabinets over the sink. Luckily, it didn't break; instead, it made a loud clunking noise in the stainless steel fixture.
Nel was still seated on the couch, but her focus was no longer on Shiro; it was now fearfully attached to the apartment door. No one seemed to move or breathe for several seconds before Ichigo gave an almighty huff and rose from his chair, making his way over to the door. Grimmjow grunted his displeasure and rose to follow him, but Ichigo held up a hand and kept him at bay.
"Don't worry, it's just the door," he muttered, returning to his trek.
Once he reached the large gray portal, he swung it open and was immediately taken to the floor with an enthusiastic tackle. Wincing and groaning as the heavy body on top of him pinned him to the floor, Ichigo tried to discern who it was, already having an idea.
"ICHIGOOOOOO, MYYY SONNNNN!"
Yep. His idea had been spot on.
Before he could curse his old man out for what he'd done, Ichigo noticed a flurry of movement and what he saw, made his breath catch and his heart skip a beat. Grimmjow had moved faster than Ichigo could see, but had been intercepted by...Kuchiki-sensei? What the hell was he doing there?
Then, Ichigo remembered that Shiro was there and his English professor's presence made a little more sense. Speaking of the sneaky albino, Ichigo tilted his head back and peered through his bangs into the kitchen. Shinji stood by the sink, wide mouth hanging open and face slack with shock as he stared at Shiro pinning an agitated Nnoitra to the wall, Nnoitra's skinny arms held painfully together behind his back. Shiro had his eyes on Grimmjow and Kuchi – oh, to hell with it – Byakuya, while Byakuya had a strong arm flush across Grimmjow's chest, keeping him from moving.
Things didn't really make sense, but what Ichigo drew from the scene was this: Grimmjow had obviously been upset at seeing Ichigo being attacked by his idiot old man, not knowing who he was and had come to interfere. Somehow, Byakuya – who must have come to fetch his albino – ended up blocking his way, probably trying to keep the peace. That must have pissed off Nnoitra, who had to have tried to go to Grimmjow's aid, but for some reason had been detained and incapacitated by Shiro.
What a mess.
Ichigo returned his attention to his old man and growled through clenched teeth, "This is all your fault, baka."
Isshin had the decency to laugh and rub the back of his neck, but before he did, Ichigo had noticed the serious glint in those onyx eyes, while the older man had been studying Grimmjow rather carefully. It made him arch his brows and wonder what the fuck was going on.
"I'm sorry, Ichigo, my son! Papa didn't mean to cause a ruckus!" his old man responded, louder than the average human being.
Ichigo pushed against his father's chest, grumbling nonsense the entire time as he glared at the dark-haired man he unwillingly called his sire. "What're you doin' here anyway? It's not a holiday."
Isshin pouted as he climbed to his feet and held his hand out to assist Ichigo up. Wrinkling his nose, he replied, "Don't be that way, Ichigo, my son! Papa can visit anytime he-"
"Stop! Stop, stop, stop!" Ichigo snapped, tired of the idiocy. "Could you just get to the point already? I know there's a specific reason you showed up here. You never make spontaneous visits and especially not without Yuzu and Karin. Where are they, by the way? You didn't leave them home alone, did you?" Ichigo accused, eyes narrowing at his old man at the thought of his two younger sisters home alone without supervision.
"Don't be absurd! Papa would never do such a thing. Tatsuki-chan from next door is keeping an eye on them."
"OK, so why are you here? And don't try to feed me anymore crap."
Isshin huffed and folded his thick arms across his broad chest as he did his best to "glare" at Ichigo. It never really worked. "Well, Kisuke-san told me you had guests and your Papa wanted to meet them."
Ichigo quirked his lips and stared his old man down, contemplating whether that was the truth or not. Satisfied with the honest gleam in the dark-haired man's eyes, he nodded and grabbed the offered hand, raising himself to his feet. Brushing off his pajama pants and t-shirt, he turned to Byakuya and Grimmjow, the latter man still fuming, brilliant blue eyes glimmering dangerously, even as he glanced in confusion back and forth between Ichigo and his father.
"It's OK, Grimmjow. This is just my father; he's always like this," Ichigo stated, trying to soothe the blue-haired man.
Grimmjow's shoulders relaxed and his tense muscles loosened, making Byakuya lower his arm and back away from him, going to stand near the apartment door. Shiro slowly released Nnoitra, who turned and glared down at him expertly, his upper lip curled back with fury. Shiro merely arched a brow and shifted his weight to his left side carelessly. Shinji still hadn't moved from his spot beside the sink, his mouth still hanging open and eyes still nearly bugging out of his head.
Ichigo sighed. This was entirely too strange.
"Grimmjow, did you say?" Isshin asked curiously, his dark head tilted to the side as he rubbed a hand through his scruffy beard.
Grimmjow speared him with a suspicious glance, but nodded. "Yes," he answered.
Ichigo almost shivered at that deep voice. He didn't think it would ever stop affecting him erotically. As if picking up on his suppressed reaction, Grimmjow's eyes landed on him and softened exponentially as he smiled just the tiniest bit. Ichigo wanted to melt into the floor, but maintained his composure, lest his old man notice something. Isshin knew about Ichigo's sexual preference, but Ichigo just wasn't prepared for an interrogation at the moment, which would surely occur if Isshin even got a hint at what was transpiring between his son and the blue-haired fairy.
Holy shit.
Did his old man know about fae, too?
It would make sense, considering Urahara was his best friend and they'd known each other for years. Or had Urahara kept his old man in the dark about his secret as well?
Ichigo just didn't know. He was kind of afraid to ask, though, in case Isshin didn't know about them and Urahara wanted to keep it a secret. Thankfully, Grimmjow, Nel and Nnoitra had their ears concealed because that would make his keeping quiet about things a moot gesture.
"What the hell just happened?" Shinji squeaked from the kitchen, making all eyes turn to him in surprise.
It was possible most of the occupants of the apartment had forgotten he was even there. Ichigo rolled his eyes and headed back towards the kitchen and his baffled best friend.
Leave it to Shinji to swing at the ball AFTER it went over his head.
XOXOXO
Aizen sat perched on his throne, agitation emanating him from him like bad body odor. His servants gave him a wide berth, most even clearing the spacious room for fear of landing on his bad side and doing something that would forfeit their meager existences. The stark white room seemed to bleed a black aura down the walls as Aizen grew more and more impatient.
Szayel had come to him that morning and told him that La Garganta would be ready by the evening. It was past sunset and the sorcerer had yet to show his face with news of his progress and success. Aizen grunted as he rested his chin in his hand. Failure for the pink-haired sorcerer was unacceptable and if Szayel didn't show up soon, Aizen would search him out and kill him for wasting his time.
The throne room's doors slowly swung open and Tousen entered the room, his stride swift and purposeful. Once he was at the foot of the statuesque, immaculate white throne, he dropped to one knee and bowed his head, waiting for permission to proceed.
"Yes, Tousen?" Aizen asked quietly, the calm before the storm.
Tousen raised his head, but remained on one knee. "Szayel says the reiatsu was harder to trace than he'd initially anticipated and will require a few more hours to have La Garganta prepared for you, Aizen, Sir."
Aizen clenched his teeth, but allowed his face to remain impassive. Fucking sorcerer. "Why did he not come to me himself?" he inquired, his voice relaying his deadly mood.
Tousen paused briefly, but continued. "He wishes to be undisturbed in order to finish in a more timely fashion."
Aizen swallowed his anger as he deliberated over Tousen's last statement. While he considered the sorcerer an arrogant pain in the ass, the man had a point. Aizen had to admit, he would have been upset had the sorcerer come to tell him the news himself, wondering why he wasn't still on site handling the situation. He smiled.
Soon.
Very soon the blue-haired fairy prince would be his and he could be rid of that annoying sorcerer.
"Fine. Inform Szayel that he is expected well before sunrise, Tousen, or his life will be irrelevant."
Tousen nodded and bowed his head again. Aizen waved him off and watched as Tousen stalked out of the throne room, his back stiff and gait militant. Cold smile still in place, Aizen steepled his fingers before his face.
World domination would soon be his.
XOXOXO
Toshiro stood in front of the apartment building he'd seen the fairy prince, Grimmjow, enter the night before with an injured orange-haired boy. He clutched his grandfather's book to his chest and wondered just how he was to accomplish this task he'd been given by his mother. She hadn't really given him any tips or advice and Toshiro was sure the ones he'd been sent to warn would look at him like he had lost all of his marbles.
Not only that, but he had no clue what apartment Grimmjow was in and he certainly wasn't about to knock on every door, asking if he lived there. He would be arrested before morning. Toshiro sighed, a dull headache forming at his temples.
What a nightmare this was.
He had a black, knit cap tugged down over his ears – even though the weather was exceptionally warm – because his mother hadn't bothered to conceal his ears again before she'd disappeared to wherever she had come from. They were pointed and so very obvious, so he'd had no other choice but to hide them before he'd left home.
Thinking of his mother made his gut stir restlessly. He was still having a hard time dealing with the fact that his entire family was made up of the mythical creatures his grandfather had adored. It made sense now, though, why exactly his grandfather had obsessed over the fae.
He had been one.
Not to mention, Toshiro's father was still out there somewhere, from what he'd deduced from his mother's parting words. He still had a part of his family living and he was hell bent on finding the man, but first...
He had to warn the prince and his comrades that they were in danger.
Now, if he only knew HOW...
A sudden commotion at the entrance had him ducking around the side of the building and peering around the corner. A tall, raven-haired man emerged first, stepping through the glass double doors, his demeanor stoic and reserved. He was followed by another tall, dark-haired man, but this man's hair was shorter and he sported a beard. He looked hauntingly familiar. Last to appear was a shorter man, who was ghostly pale and had the strangest eyes Toshiro had ever seen.
"Wasn' mah fuckin' fault, Byakuya!" the pale man snapped irritably, running a hand through his short and spiky ash white hair, his voice an odd warble.
The stoic man glanced over his shoulder and sniffed haughtily. "You handled the situation poorly, Shirosaki. Take responsibility for once in your life," he said, his voice deep and monotone.
The bearded man chuckled and put an arm around the pale man's shoulders. "It's OK, Shiro-kun. Ichigo still doesn't know the truth and that's all that really matters."
"Whatever," the pale man mumbled sullenly as they approached the curb.
They all piled into a black sedan, the stoic man climbing into the driver's seat and pulling away carefully, then driving down to the corner, leaving the street in silence once more. Toshiro waited until the sleek car disappeared around the corner before stepping out of his hiding spot. He wondered who those men were and what they had been talking about. Especially the pale one. He'd never seen a man so strange and eerie-looking. Again, Toshiro stood before the building, staring up at it helplessly.
How the hell was he supposed to find Grimmjow?
XOXOXO
Grimmjow stood in the "shower" letting the hot water spray over him and loosen the tension in his body. That evening had been trying for many reasons, but one standing out more prominently than the others. This Shiro person that Ichigo had been helping with a "school assignment", whatever that was. Grimmjow assumed it was some type of work that needed to be done for the place Ichigo attended everyday.
Luckily, tomorrow wasn't one of those days.
Ichigo had been able to stay home all day that day and would be able to do the same tomorrow. Grimmjow was eagerly looking forward to it and hopefully, there would be no more interruptions from anymore of Ichigo's friends, or "classmates", or family. More specifically, the albino, who gave Grimmjow the impression of being more than what he portrayed, and the older man, who happened to be Ichigo's father. The man had attacked his own son, knocking him to the floor as if he hadn't even known him. Grimmjow remembered the fear and boiling anger that had quickly spurred him into trying to reach Ichigo, but then, there was the dark-haired man that had kept Grimmjow from reaching his destination. He had been uncommonly strong and it made Grimmjow shudder to recall just how easily he had been held back. There was something wrong with all three of those men, but he wasn't willing to try and figure it out at the moment; right now, all he could think about was spending more time with Ichigo, without the distraction of anyone else.
He sighed, knowing he was being particularly selfish, but he couldn't bring himself to care very much. He was beginning to realize that what he felt for Ichigo went beyond infatuation and like. He really had feelings for the orange-haired boy. Maybe it was because he was a virgin and had never had any previous experiences with relationships, but whatever the case, the feelings were there and looked to be staying for quite a while.
Grimmjow rubbed a hand over his face wearily. As tired as his body was, he felt restless and wired for some reason. Perhaps it was anticipation of the fact that he had Ichigo all to himself for the night. Grimmjow grinned and rinsed himself thoroughly before shutting off the water. He couldn't wait to kiss Ichigo again, to feel those satiny lips against his and feel that slick, hot tongue invading his mouth again. He eagerly grabbed a towel and after scrubbing it over his body a few times, he wrapped it around his waist and grabbed another for his hair.
He'd already brushed his teeth, so he left the bathroom, ruffling the towel on his head through his soaked hair, making it stand on end. The sitting room was eerily quiet as he made his way to Ichigo's room. Grimmjow gave the couch a cursory glance and was surprised to see it empty.
Where was his little sister? Was she with Kisuke?
Frowning a bit, he stepped into Ichigo's room, closing the door behind him, all silent except for the soft snoring coming from the orange-haired man on the bed. His shoulders sagged with disappointment as he watched the rhythmic rising and falling of Ichigo's back as he slept on his stomach. Trudging to the other man's side of the bed, where his arm hung over the edge, Grimmjow carefully sat beside him and watched him. Ichigo's face was peaceful and scowl-free in his slumber; he really was beautiful. Although he was disappointed that Ichigo had fallen asleep, Grimmjow was still able to appreciate his company...alone. He ran a hand through Ichigo's feathery hair, brushing aside orange bangs as he smiled, his chest filling with something he was unable to recognize.
Sighing, he started to rise, when a hand clamped around his wrist. He turned astonished blue eyes back to Ichigo, his breath leaving him helpless as he was frozen in place by a drowsy, sable-brown gaze. "I didn't mean to wake you," he rushed to explain.
Ichigo grinned crookedly as he twisted his upper body around to face Grimmjow more, pulling him back onto the bed as he did so. "You didn't," he murmured and the hairs all over Grimmjow's body lifted. "What were you doin' in the shower that took you so long?"
Grimmjow shrugged. "Thinking, I suppose. Your father is very strange, Ichigo, and I don't like that Shiro person."
"Heh, no shit," Ichigo chuckled softly. Grimmjow frowned, but Ichigo brought a hand to his brow and smoothed away the crease. "Hey, don't do that. Frowns don't suit you."
His face was hot and he knew that he was blushing like a shy little girl, but Ichigo had a tendency to do that to him. His words were never dramatic or overly done, but always to the point and truthful. Grimmjow loved that about the orange-haired young man.
Feeling uncharacteristically bold, he pressed a hand to Ichigo's chest and leaned forward, capturing those soft lips with his own. Ichigo eased himself into a sitting position and gently cupped the back of his neck, sighing as he scooted closer and opened his mouth, his tongue peeking from behind his teeth. Grimmjow immediately opened his mouth, in turn, and allowed his tongue to tease the tip of Ichigo's playfully and slowly.
Ichigo grinned into the kiss, running his free hand up and down Grimmjow's arm, only to move it and have it settle on his towel clad hip. Suddenly realizing his state of dress – or rather undress – Grimmjow pulled back and bit his bottom lip, almost afraid to meet Ichigo's curious gaze as he averted his eyes. Grimmjow knew what he wanted, knew what he'd wanted ever since laying eyes on Ichigo, but he was too embarrassed to put it into words, which was completely abnormal for him.
He never had a problem voicing his wants and opinions.
Ichigo rubbed the pad of his thumb against the nape of Grimmjow's neck, sending furry little bunnies skipping over his skin and making a pool of heat resonate in his gut. "What's wrong, Grimmjow?" Ichigo asked quietly.
Grimmjow lifted his head and gave Ichigo a level stare. He wouldn't start now. He wouldn't cower from what he felt in the very core of his soul. "Teach me," he said.
"Teach you what?" Ichigo asked with a cute, confused frown.
Grimmjow stood and leisurely let the towel around his waist slide to the floor, revealing his nakedness and semi-aroused state. Ichigo's eyes went incredibly wide and his face ignited as his eyes lowered and stuck to Grimmjow's genitals like fluff to velcro. There was a long pause before Ichigo was finally able to tear his eyes away from Grimmjow's lower region and lift his gaze to meet intense blue.
Grimmjow shifted and rubbed his hands together nervously, his stomach churning like a pepper mill. "Teach me," he stopped, swallowing thickly and licking his lips before continuing, making sure to hold Ichigo's stunned bronze-colored stare. "Teach me how to make love to you, Ichigo," he finished.
Silence.
Ichigo did nothing but gawk at him for several long seconds that seemed more like minutes to Grimmjow, making him nervous and insecure as he started to second-guess his decision. Just as he was about to bend and retrieve his towel from the floor, the bed squeaked and Ichigo was standing in front of him. Grimmjow didn't want to look the shorter man in the face, but knew if he wanted to have some idea of what Ichigo was thinking, he would have to.
After trying to avoid the inevitable for a while longer, Grimmjow gave his attention to the orange-haired man, his heart racing and head going light. Ichigo held his gaze, warm brown eyes sharp and completely overwhelming. "Say it again, Grimmjow," he quietly prodded.
Grimmjow tensed uncertainly, but did as he was told. "Teach me how to make love to you," he repeated.
Air gusted from Ichigo like a tire that had been flattened before the smaller man suddenly had his arms wrapped around Grimmjow's waist and their bodies so close together, thread wouldn't even have a comfortable fit between them. Grimmjow loved the way Ichigo's skin was so feverish and soft, but his muscles were so firm and solid.
"I was hoping that's what you said," he murmured before lifting his face and presenting his lips for a kiss. Grimmjow obliged without hesitation, his entire being lighting up and flaring with anticipation at the thought of what he hoped was about to occur. After a small peck, Ichigo pulled back. "Are you sure this is what you want?"
Grimmjow cocked his head to the side and scoffed. "Ichigo, I wouldn't have said so if I wasn't completely sure."
"Good." Ichigo said, nodding shortly before bringing their lips together again, this time taking care to search out every nook and cranny inside Grimmjow's mouth.
Grimmjow groaned into the kiss and lifted Ichigo's arms from around his waist, settling them around his neck instead. Then, he wrapped Ichigo in a tight embrace, his arms like ivy twined around the smaller man as he deepened the kiss and asserted dominance over it. He forced Ichigo's tongue back into his mouth and followed it with his own, searching out the other man's heated orifice and drawing a surprised moan from him.
Grimmjow backed Ichigo towards the bed, not really sure of what he was doing, but knowing he wanted to feel more of him. He wanted to run his hands over every inch of that tanned skin, wanted to taste him and kiss him everywhere. Grimmjow just wanted him.
Ichigo's legs hit the edge of the bed and they tumbled onto it, Grimmjow trying to break their fall so he wouldn't crush the orange-haired man. Their lips had come apart during the fall, but Ichigo drove his hands into Grimmjow's hair and brought them back together, moaning urgently as he wrapped long legs around Grimmjow's waist. His breath caught in his throat at the utterly erotic sensation of having Ichigo's lower half pressed against his naked groin, the fabric of Ichigo's underwear rubbing him into a full erection.
So hot.
God, he was burning up from the inside, his blood feeling like scorching rivers of lava.
When Ichigo traced an errant hand down his side and dipped his hand between their bodies to wrap long fingers around his arousal, Grimmjow couldn't keep a loud moan from erupting from the depths of his chest. He buried his face in the crook of Ichigo's neck, embarrassed.
Ichigo chuckled softly and tilted his head to the side. "That's normal, you know," he said gently, voice amused.
Grimmjow lifted his face from its hiding space and gave Ichigo a wary glance, but before he could say anything, Ichigo squeezed his length and all of his insides melted and converged in his loins. "Ah," he yelped quietly.
He'd never felt anything so good before; doing the job himself felt nothing like having another person doing it for you. Grimmjow tried to catch his runaway breath, but Ichigo kept stealing it, this time by turning his head and kissing him deeply as he ran his thumb over the head of Grimmjow's member, teasing the slit and spreading the fluid gathered there.
Grimmjow shivered, unsure of what he should do. All of his being was crying out for more, more, MORE. His breath shuddered from his body through his nose as he kissed Ichigo with all the passion he possessed. Now, he understood why men were so easily thwarted by the promise of sex. If sex was anything like Ichigo's slightly roughened hand on his rigid length, then he could totally empathize with those men.
Ichigo pulled back from the kiss, his furnace-like eyes half-lidded and smoldering. "Lay on your back, Grimmjow," he mumbled, the vibration of his deep voice sending sparks shooting along the tips of Grimmjow's nerve endings.
His movements were sluggish and lethargic as he rolled first to his side and then, flopped over onto his back, where he stared at Ichigo taking his time in sitting up at the edge of the bed. Grimmjow was anxious and twitching with anticipation as he watched Ichigo discard his underwear, revealing slim, angular hips and an extremely stiff arousal. Grimmjow felt his eyes go wide as he shamelessly stared at Ichigo's nakedness.
He'd never seen another man naked before...not live and in person, at least.
Ichigo was stunning.
Ichigo turned to face him with a mischievous smirk, then languidly crawled over him, pressing their lips together, retreating and coming back for more, teasing Grimmjow and frustrating him, making him impatient to be touched again. Ichigo gave him a smile that melted his bones and turned his flesh to pudding as he pulled back and studied his face.
"What?" he grunted, uncomfortable with Ichigo's sudden staring.
"I'm just looking."
"Why? It's strange."
Ichigo laughed and his copper eyes gleamed. "It's strange to look at someone you like?"
Grimmjow shrugged, his face burning. Feeling so unsure of himself was starting to piss him off. He was behaving so...wrongly and he hated showing this side of himself to Ichigo. Plastering a shit-eating grin on his face, he bravely looked Ichigo in the face. "Then look all you like," he suggested.
Ichigo arched a fine orange brow as his head listed to the side. "I plan to."
With that, he dipped his head and trailed fluttering butterfly kisses along Grimmjow's jaw until he reached the side of his neck, where his hot tongue left a wet line along the tendon and settled in the hollow below his Adam's apple. A sigh slipped past Grimmjow's lips as Ichigo continued his exploratory trek over his collarbone and down between his pectorals, licking enticingly under the slight swell of the right chest muscle. Ichigo glanced up at him with a sly smirk before his lips descended over and engulfed the nipple, making Grimmjow's back arch off the bed some as his breath choked to a stop in his throat.
He stared up at the ceiling, his insides wriggling about at the odd, but radically fervid sensation. He could actually FEEL his blood rushing and filling his erection as Ichigo gently tugged and sucked. Grimmjow tangled his fingers in the sheet of the bed, closing his eyes as he leaned his head back and enjoyed what Ichigo was doing to him.
Aside from a slight jerk, he made no move when Ichigo switched nipples. He was actually afraid to, thinking that if he did, Ichigo would stop. That thought was made void when Ichigo stopped anyway, his wicked lips and tongue traversing the indentations of his abdomen. Ichigo's touch was so light and feathery, it was beginning to tickle, making Grimmjow's mid-section tense and relax sporadically.
He refused to have a ticklish reaction while Ichigo was in the process of mapping his body like a navigator. Instead, he held his breath as Ichigo left slick trails across his abdomen and made his way – agonizingly slowly – down his pelvis. He shifted his hips, his sensory nerves standing on end with anticipation.
Ichigo was getting dangerously close to his lower region, the tickling sensation all but gone now. All too abruptly, Ichigo had a hand firmly wrapped around the base of his erection and before he could even react to that, Ichigo's fiery tongue swept over the head quickly, then engulfed it. Exhaling loudly, Grimmjow threw his head back against a pillow and tried to catch his breath.
Intense didn't even begin to describe what he was currently feeling. Liquid heat pooled in his gut and swept through his veins. Grimmjow buried a shaking hand in Ichigo's bright orange hair almost desperately, unsure of what he should be doing at the moment – aside from babbling like an idiot.
Ichigo hummed and palmed Grimmjow's testicles as his mouth sank further and further over his length. He started bobbing his head, sucking gently, yet firmly, his saliva making the gliding of his lips effortless.
It was a crime, punishable by death, surely.
Grimmjow couldn't find his mind and his mouth insisted on making the most mortifying noises he'd ever heard. This was so unfair. Ichigo was unraveling him like a spool of thread with just his mouth. The hand that had been massaging his testicles, moved up and over his chest, mapping his abdomen and caressing his right pectoral before capturing the nipple between deft fingers.
Grimmjow clenched his teeth, his body shivering and blood boiling as his breathing quickened. "Oh, god," he whispered frantically, feeling perilously close to the edge of release as his fingers further dug into the bedsheets.
He didn't want to embarrass himself and orgasm before they even really got started.
Ichigo must have sensed this and lifted his head, his hand still stroking Grimmjow's member. "You can come, Grimmjow; the second one's always better anyway," he murmured, nuzzling Grimmjow's trembling inner thigh with his nose and moist lips.
Panting shamefully, Grimmjow glanced down at Ichigo with cloudy blue eyes. "I-is that OK?"
"Yeah," Ichigo answered with a warm grin.
Grimmjow rested his head against the pillow again and exhaled deeply.
He'd been so worried.
Ichigo covered his arousal with that torturous mouth of his again and started a maddening pace, pulling and sucking, making Grimmjow's toes gradually curl. The hand in Ichigo's hair tightened as his eyes squinted and watered. God, he was about to "come", as Ichigo put it. His abdomen tensed and relaxed in fitful intervals, his armpits tingling. Ichigo lowered his mouth to his pubic hair during one particularly hard suck and it undid him.
White stars exploded before his eyes; his hips left the bed and his feet dug into it as his grip in Ichigo's hair became deathly. A strangled moan dragged its way out of him, so loud, it scared him. Ichigo held his hips down to the bed and continued draining him as his erection pulsed repeatedly. That was the only way Grimmjow could describe the way Ichigo was sucking his length while he climaxed. Like the orange-haired young man wanted to devour every drop that left him.
Relaxing finally, his body melting and tension loosening from his lower back, abdomen and thighs, Grimmjow released a loud whoosh of air and tried to calm his heart rate. Color seeped back into his vision as his chest heaved. Ichigo released his now softening arousal, licked it one last time and moved up his body to hover over him. Grimmjow stared into molten brown eyes, knowing his own blue ones were wide.
"How was that?" Ichigo asked, toying with Grimmjow's left nipple.
Grimmjow gave him an incredulous glance. "Are you kidding?"
"Guess that's my answer," Ichigo laughed softly and pressed a kiss to his lips.
Grimmjow didn't think he could feel anything after an orgasm that intense and powerful, but just the touch of Ichigo's lips was enough to stir something in the pit of his belly, not to mention his heart. He lifted his arms and wrapped them around Ichigo's neck, emotions clanging together like a bell. He pressed their torsos together, trying to fit himself as close as possible to the orange-haired man. Things were getting way more complicated and Grimmjow hadn't even known he was in danger, until he'd been swept away.
There was no mistaking what was going on in his chest at the moment, no mistaking what that warm feeling in the pit of his stomach was and definitely no mistaking the racing of his heart. He deepened the kiss with an almost desperate urgency, clinging to the shorter man like his life depended on it.
Ichigo must have noticed the change in his behavior because he slowly eased out of the kiss to carefully study Grimmjow's face. Grimmjow swallowed, embarrassed to find that his discovery of such feelings had him on the verge of making shameful eye water. His bottom lip trembled slightly and even though he tried to hide it, he knew Ichigo had seen it.
"What's wrong? You don't wanna do it anymore? If not, that's fine, Grimm, you don-"
"Ichigo...I'm fine," Grimmjow grunted, interrupting the worried rambling. "Just...I'm just a little...overwhelmed right now."
Ichigo frowned, but nodded, his orange brows still creased with concern. Grimmjow couldn't tell him the reason he was all flustered and out of order was because he was realizing that he loved him. There was no other explanation for his feelings.
He hadn't even known the boy that long, but somehow, Ichigo had managed to do what no other had accomplished; he'd successfully stolen Grimmjow's heart.
Swallowing forcefully again, Grimmjow ran his hands up and down the shorter man's back. "Kiss me," he said.
Ichigo grinned and lowered his lips without hesitation, brown eyes sparkling with amusement. Their tongues carelessly twined and interlaced, their bodies moving and grinding together as their sighs and moans mingled in the silence of the bedroom.
It seemed like no time had passed before Grimmjow felt himself straining against Ichigo's pelvic bone. "You can touch me too," Ichigo pulled back and whispered.
Grimmjow gave him a startled glance before he reached between their bodies and tentatively wrapped his fingers around Ichigo's unbending length. Eyebrows in his hairline, he marveled at the weight of it and the softness of the skin encasing the steel-like flesh beneath it. He gently stroked it, that satiny skin moving back and forth fluidly.
"Shit," Ichigo cursed lowly, his expressive eyes rolling shut as he turned his body to the side a fraction, allowing Grimmjow better access.
Grimmjow acknowledged the encouragement by stroking faster and harder, savoring the sight of Ichigo thrusting his hips in time to the movements and full lips parted in pleasure. Grimmjow tenderly kissed Ichigo's cheek, making those warm brown eyes fly open and spear him with a smoldering stare. In turn, Ichigo lifted his left hand and cupped the side of Grimmjow's face, never breaking eye contact as he softly pecked his lips repeatedly.
Grimmjow grinned and started to push Ichigo back onto the bed, but was intercepted when Ichigo gently gripped the wrist attached to the hand that was stroking him and pulled it away from his erection. Grimmjow grunted in opposition and confusion, his blue eyes finding and holding confident brown. He wanted to know what was going on all of a sudden.
Had he done something wrong?
Ichigo didn't say a word, instead, all he did was reach over to his nightstand and pull open the bottom drawer, sticking his hand inside and rooting around in it afterward. Grimmjow noticed him holding a small, black bottle as he closed the drawer and resumed his place hovering over him, but this time, straddling his waist.
Grimmjow held his breath as their groins connected, hot skin against even hotter skin. Ichigo licked his lips and looked down into his eyes. "I'm going to make things easier for us," he said quietly, further confusing Grimmjow.
"How?"
Again, Ichigo didn't say anything; he just popped the top to the black bottle he held and poured some of the clear fluid it contained onto his fingertips. Closing the lid, he rested the bottle on the bed beside them and reached around himself, Grimmjow craning his neck to see just what the orange-haired man was doing.
Ichigo gasped softly and closed his eyes, the sight so entrancing, Grimmjow forgot what he was supposed to be doing as he watched the other man avidly. Ichigo groaned under his breath and his breathing became erratic. A minute passed and Grimmjow couldn't bear the suspense any longer. "Ichigo, what are you doing?"
Ichigo's sienna eyes fluttered open and he smiled down at Grimmjow. Wordlessly, he took Grimmjow's hand and led it to his rear, making Grimmjow blush when he realized what Ichigo was doing. Ichigo had two fingers inside himself and was in the process of sliding them in and out. "Wh-why are you...?" Grimmjow asked breathlessly, his heart hammering.
"It's so we can...so we can – ah!"
Grimmjow disregarded his question and enjoyed watching Ichigo pleasuring himself. It was so arousing and so exciting and Grimmjow just wanted to be a part of it. He lifted his torso and leaned forward, pressing kisses to Ichigo's chest and slender neck, hoping to gain his attention.
It worked.
Ichigo removed his fingers and picked up the bottle again, this time catching Grimmjow off guard when his own member was covered with the clear substance. It was cold! He jumped and glared at the orange-haired man, making Ichigo chuckle noiselessly.
"It'll feel better in a second," he murmured, shifting his hips.
Grimmjow frowned momentarily, not completely grasping what Ichigo was saying, until heat and tightness enveloped him, shooing away the coldness. His mouth fell open and all he could do was stare up at Ichigo in awe as Ichigo eased himself down, settling them together for a perfect fit. Ichigo rolled his hips slightly, groaning deeply and making Grimmjow reach up to grip those slim hips in order to keep himself together.
He was having sex.
He was making love to the one person he cared about, aside from his best friend and little sister.
And it was fucking amazing.
Ichigo lifted his hips, causing a pulling sensation that made Grimmjow hold his breath and close his eyes. Then, Ichigo came back down much faster and harder than the first time and it knocked the air from Grimmjow's lungs. He couldn't think past the tight heat surrounding him, rubbing and caressing him into a frenzy.
It was so good.
Ichigo braced his hands on Grimmjow's shoulders and moaned as he started rising and falling rhythmically, the bed protesting with agitated squeaks and the headboard banging against the wall. Grimmjow's hands tightened on Ichigo's hips as the younger man's pace sped up and grew more forceful. He found himself groaning deeply as his length was swallowed by Ichigo's insides again and again.
"Fuck," he whispered, his hands sliding up and down Ichigo's sides.
Ichigo leaned over, never breaking his pace and kissed Grimmjow thoroughly, their tongues clumsy and teeth unforgiving. "T-touch me. Please," Ichigo whimpered between lifts and falls.
Grimmjow didn't understand. He thought he was already touching him. "What do you mean?" he ground through clenched teeth.
Ichigo pressed down against him and rolled his hips, the movement making Grimmjow grit his teeth harder and suppress an embarrassing moan. Ichigo impatiently took Grimmjow's hand and placed it on his bobbing arousal, the veins prominent and thick. It finally sunk in.
Grimmjow wrapped his hand around the other man's length, stroking it and Ichigo threw his head back and gave a loud, wanton moan. Grimmjow bit his bottom lip and started thrusting his hips along with Ichigo's movements, making their skin come together noisily.
Fire swiped at him and embraced his erection. He'd never felt so incredible and erotic in his life. Grimmjow threw his own head back against the pillow, his mouth falling open as he panted and moved, stroked and gripped. He wanted to see Ichigo "come", but he was so close himself, he didn't know if he'd be able to catch it.
Ichigo moved faster and Grimmjow followed with his hand and hips. "Gr-Grimm-jow...so good. Kami, it's so good," Ichigo moaned rabidly.
Grimmjow groaned in response, agreeing completely as he watched his orange-haired lover in the throes of passion, his neck straining and that bright hair damp from sweat. His brown eyes were darkened with lust and his face was flushed a pretty rose hue.
He was so fucking beautiful.
"Ichigo...nghn...Ichigo..." Grimmjow chanted, meaning to say something else, but that was all that had come out.
Ichigo gripped his shoulders, turning the pace frantic and urgent. Grimmjow didn't think he could last any longer as they moved together, hard, fast and slick. Then, Ichigo's back arched, his muscles tensed and before Grimmjow knew it, Ichigo was spilling himself over his hand and belly, a loud moan erupting in the bedroom. Grimmjow's orgasm was forced from him as Ichigo's insides tightened dramatically.
"SH-SHIT!" Grimmjow gasped. "OH!"
His body melted again, but this time it was slower and more intense, cresting like a lazy wave. Ichigo collapsed onto his chest, breathing harsh and brow sweaty as Grimmjow absently wrapped his arms around him. His own breathing was depleted, but he felt wonderful. He wanted to sing from a mountain that he was no longer a fucking virgin.
And that he was in love.
Ichigo tucked his face into Grimmjow's neck and stretched his body, Grimmjow's softening length sliding out of him in the process. Ichigo was boneless and probably exhausted, so Grimmjow rolled them to their sides, uncaring that Ichigo had gotten his essence on him. He kissed the shorter man's damp forehead and sighed.
He felt delirious. Giddy. Lazy. Tired. Sleepy. But most of all, he just felt happy.
Ichigo's breathing evened out quickly enough and Grimmjow was satisfied to follow him into slumber.
He had something to tell Ichigo in the morning.
Sorry, Bettye! :'D
Not really satisfied with this lemon, but tell me what you guys think! Thanks for reading!