CHAPTER 11

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Holy cow! I know. It's been forever. I apologize...

Onwards...

XOXOXO

Ichigo lay on the twin-sized bed across from the dangerous, more than likely crazy as shit Grimmjow, and stared up at the ceiling. How the hell had his life come to this? Before he'd started working at that damned mental institute, his life had been fairly normal. Of course, he'd had his share of troubles; take Karin's situation, for instance, but that had been nothing compared to what he was going through now. He would give anything to go back to how things had been before he'd met Dr. Grantz and Grimmjow and the rest of the people he'd unfortunately crossed paths with at Hueco Mundo. Especially the Las Noches ward.

Ichigo sighed and rested his hands on his stomach. He felt like tossing and turning until he fell asleep, but he was too wired and anxious, wondering where things would take him. He had a computer chip lodged at the base of his skull that no one knew the purpose of and it kind of frightened him. No, scratch that. It scared the shit out of him. He didn't know if it was rigged to self-destruct if he did something wrong...or what. Not only that, but he apparently had some new-found abilities that enhanced all of his senses whenever he was upset, afraid or just extremely focused.

How was he supposed to go back to being just normal old Ichigo?

The right side of his bed shifted and made him jerk from his thoughts, only to turn and come eye to eye with a widely grinning Grimmjow. Ichigo wanted to fly from the bed in a panic, but swallowed it and glared at the blue-haired cretin instead.

"Why the fuck are you in my bed?" he snapped.

Grimmjow's grin just widened and grew more filthy. The hairs on Ichigo's body became erect as the man edged closer, his body hot and solid as a rock. Those old feelings of lust were rearing their heads and nudging Ichigo towards Grimmjow and his maniacal grin. Ichigo wanted to shake his head and plaster himself to the wall, those old feelings of wariness and fear creeping over him as well. He took a deep breath and continued glaring at Grimmjow, hoping the insane man would get the picture and vacate Ichigo's bed post-haste.

He didn't.

Grimmjow's hand came up, his fingers tracing the side of Ichigo's face. Ichigo froze like an ice sculpture. Not this again. It seemed like no matter what he did, Grimmjow had the ability to turn Ichigo into body butter, whether it was by touch or just by speaking in that low, dark tone: it all made Ichigo pretty useless.

"I don' gotta answer that, right?" Grimmjow asked and dammit his voice was downright sinful.

Ichigo shrugged his shoulders, completely forgetting that he was mad at the prick, and that said prick was totally off his fucking rocker. "Why do you keep harassing me?"

Grimmjow snorted and rolled his luminous blue eyes. "It ain't harassment when it's encouraged, yeah?"

"I-I..." Ichigo's voice trailed off as he realized he had no comeback for that one. What was he going to say? That he didn't encourage Grimmjow's behavior? That was a big, fat lie and he knew it, so why go that route?

"See? Ya know ya want me, so wha's the point in fightin' it?"

Ichigo had to admit that if he went along that line of logic, his clothes would be in a neat pile beside the bed and Grimmjow would be having his merry way with him. However, he wasn't completely clouded by lust. If he made the mistake of having sex with the deranged Grimmjow, he was sure he could kiss his sanity – not to mention his peace of mind – goodbye. Grimmjow would never give him a moment's rest – not that he did to begin with, but still...

Ichigo knew better.

"I'm not fucking you," he said deliberately.

He watched a bit nervously as Grimmjow's eyes darkened and his mouth turned down in the corners. Yet, instead of the storm that Ichigo was sure was brewing behind those glacial orbs, Grimmjow merely pouted like a scolded child.

"Why not?" he asked, his baritone voice a surprising whine. Then, it deepened as he got closer and ran the pad of his thumb across Ichigo's cheek. "I promise it'd be fun."

Ichigo shuddered, realizing that Grimmjow could probably make good on that promise several times over without even breaking a sweat. Not fair. He carefully backed away from the entirely too tempting man laying beside him and took another deep breath. He could do this.

"I don't think I wanna go there with you, Grimmjow."

"I ain't dangerous, Ichigo," Grimmjow growled before smirking conspiratorially. "At least not to you. Not anymore, anyway."

Ichigo also couldn't deny that. Since he'd discovered his new abilities, Grimmjow's danger level had gone way down. It was a relief in a sense, but Ichigo knew better than to let his guard slip around the man. He sighed and pressed his back against the wall, still uncertain of how he should get out of his current situation.

Grimmjow just grinned and edged a bit closer, bringing that warm, hard body within hugging distance. "Ya know somethin'? Before, I was so ready ta jus' fuck ya, then kill ya. Now, I don' wanna kill ya so much. Wonder why that is?"

The tone of Grimmjow's voice made it sound like he was musing to himself aloud, so Ichigo didn't have an answer ready. Not that he would have in the first place. What did one reply to a statement like that? Grimmjow's hand came up and a rough thumb feathered across Ichigo's bottom lip. Eyes wide, all Ichigo could do was tremble and hope that Grimmjow didn't notice it. Unfortunately, even though Grimmjow seemed to no longer be able to read his thoughts word for word, he could still put a few things together.

"An' tha's what I don' understand, Ichigo. Ya want me so bad, yer shakin'. It's OK to give in. I promise I won' hurtcha," the blue-haired devil said with a dark grin.

"I'm not concerned with that, Grimmjow. What I don't get is why you keep bugging me. I mean, there are plenty of other guys – or girls, if that's your flavor – that you can sleep with. Why does it have to be me? I'm nothing special."

"That ain't true an' you know it. Yer plenty special. Yer not like everyone else that puts me down an' calls me crazy. Ya like me. Know how I know?" Ichigo shook his head, unwilling to entertain the thought trying to form in his brain. "'Cuz it's all in yer eyes. Those eyes..." Grimmjow's low murmur trailed off as he ran that same thumb over the crease in the corner of Ichigo's left eye. "I love an' hate yer eyes. Sometimes they're jus' what I want: hot and lusty. Other times, they tick me off when ya go all defiant and shit. Yer like a worm on a hook around me. Ya writhe around and deny the fact that ya've already been caught, an' I gotta say, that's really gettin' old."

Ichigo was stuck again, hypnotized by Grimmjow's hungry blue gaze that held a tinge of derangement. How on Earth was he supposed to respond to this man? He didn't know what to do. Not to mention, in a sense, Grimmjow was right. Ichigo had known better when he'd been working at Hueco Mundo than to allow himself to be seduced by a patient, but Grimmjow's exotic good looks, sinful voice and unusual abilities had thrown him off. Ruined his sense of reality.

Would it really be considered sleeping with the enemy since Grimmjow no longer had his heart set on killing Ichigo off?

What was he supposed to do?

Ichigo lowered his eyes to Grimmjow's tempting lips. They were so close and it wasn't like he didn't already know what those lips tasted like. What they felt like. He knew firsthand how sensual it was to be touched and kissed by Grimmjow, no matter how unhinged he was. Insane or not, the man was an excellent kisser. Which meant he had to have great potential as a lover. Right? Ichigo swallowed nervously and put a hand on Grimmjow's broad shoulder, steadying himself. Before he could do anything else, however, Grimmjow spoke up.

"I like where yer thoughts're goin'," he rumbled.

"Just be quiet for a minute, would you?"

That made the man's eyes flash dangerously, but Ichigo needed to know something. He put his free hand on Grimmjow's other shoulder, then brought their bodies closer by scooting his hips forward and pressing their chests together. Grimmjow remained silent, but there was a riot going on in his Egyptian blue eyes. They're so damned noisy, Ichigo thought. Somehow, he managed to ignore them and entangle his legs with Grimmjow's longer ones. God, the man was so comfortable. Ichigo fit next to him perfectly and it did nothing to help his state of mind. Grimmjow's breathing was deep and even, like he was concentrating, and maybe he was. Ichigo wasn't sure. All he knew was that he could feel those breaths against his cheeks and nose and it was turning him on.

Why was he so attracted to a man like Grimmjow? What could possibly be born of anything between them, except sex?

Ichigo started to lower his hands, courage failing him, but Grimmjow reached up and gripped both of his wrists before he could. "You were doin' so good. Don' stop now," he said quietly.

Ichigo made the mistake of looking into those swirling blue irises again, and that was when he tumbled down the rabbit hole. Grimmjow was his white rabbit and for some strange reason – that went against his better judgment – Ichigo was prepared to follow the man wherever he went. It was ludicrous. It was madness.

It was delicious.

The thrill of doing something he wasn't supposed to, something that went completely against the grain of everything he knew was right and ethical made him light-headed and almost giddy. What was going on? Shouldn't he be in the process of getting Grimmjow out of his bed?

"No."

Ichigo jerked, shocked. He'd completely forgotten for the moment that Grimmjow could still hear some of his thoughts.

"I ain't goin' nowhere," the blue-haired man continued, voice going lower as he went on. "I don' care if I gotta fight ya for it."

Ichigo felt like he should have been upset – even angry – about Grimmjow's aggression, but all he could do was laugh. Bright blue eyebrows went up and those enchanting blue eyes turned heated.

"I have a feeling you really would, too."

"Don' doubt it."

Ichigo lowered his voice and dangerously edged closer to the other man until they were nose to nose. "Oh, I'm not," he murmured.

Throwing caution to the birds, he initiated the first contact of lips. Grimmjow grunted in surprise, but recovered in record time, his big hand coming up to grip the back of Ichigo's head. Even though Ichigo had been the one to initiate the contact, Grimmjow made sure to be the one to deepen it. He opened his mouth and ran that steamy tongue across the orange-haired man's bottom lip before dipping it through the slightly parted seam. Ichigo thought he was prepared for the onslaught of heat that usually followed kissing Grimmjow, but how wrong he was. It was like hot oil being stirred in his gut, then spread across his groin and abdomen. It was unfair how easily he was turned on by the blue-haired man.

His body immediately formed a mind of its own as his hands landed on Grimmjow's broad shoulders. He rubbed his palms over the soft material of the other man's t-shirt, enjoying the feel of hardened muscle under a cottony disguise. His fingers searched every dip and angle they ran across until Grimmjow made a noise in the back of his throat that sounded close to growl, but was probably more of a moan. Ichigo returned the sentiment, his hands growing bolder. He curved them around Grimmjow's upper arms, then over to the man's solid chest. What the hell was he doing? Unsure, but also unwilling to stop the waterfall of sensations, Ichigo continued his exploration. His palms feathered over the other man's nipples, a grin touching his lips when he realized they were already hardened. He started to up the ante and go for more erotic places, but was suddenly flipped completely onto his back, air leaving his lungs in a surprised rush. He stared up at the blue-haired man above him and swallowed nervously. Had he done something wrong?

"No. I jus' like this view better," Grimmjow answered.

Ichigo frowned, still not used to the man invading his thoughts (although, he should've been by now). "Well, how d'ya know I wanna be down here?"

"Down where? Yer not down anywhere...yet."

The resulting grin that crossed Grimmjow's face was oddly intriguing. It didn't leave that sticky feeling of "I'm about to die" in Ichigo's chest, so he was able to enjoy it. He knew this was totally wrong, but he really couldn't help himself when it came to the slightly unhinged man. He set something on fire inside of Ichigo and there was no avoiding or getting around it. So, why not embrace it?

"I don' cuddle," Grimmjow snapped, blue eyes going frigid.

"Maybe if you were listening correctly, you would have known I wasn't talking about cuddling! Idiot!"

That scary, wolf grin was back this time, but Ichigo refused to shy away from it. Grimmjow had already informed him that he didn't intend to kill him anymore, so didn't that mean Ichigo had nothing to fear from him? Not only that, but he could obviously take care of himself, the taller man's ability be damned.

"Maybe if there wasn't a road block in yer mind, I wouldn' be havin' this problem in the first place."

"And that's my fault how?"

"Never said that, Ichigo. Now, shut up and lay back."

"I'm already laying back."

"Ya hafta be a prick about this, dontcha?"

"No, but I gotta admit, it's fun."

"I'll show ya fun," Grimmjow muttered before lowering his head to Ichigo's neck.

There he began softly kissing before licking teasingly and sucking gently. It was the complete opposite of what Ichigo had imagined. Instead of the rough assertiveness Grimmjow had always used, in its place was tenderness. It was strange but thrilling. Ichigo reached up and put a hand at the back of that head of bright blue hair, his fingers sliding the glossy strands between them. Grimmjow picked his head up from its spot and gave him that intriguing grin again.

"Like that?" the man grunted and Ichigo nodded.

"Yeah. Don't stop."

"Now, why would I do that?"

Ichigo shrugged, but pulled Grimmjow into a kiss. He'd been wanting to feel the man's lips again for some time, now; he just hadn't had the courage to go for it, considering previously the man had been strong enough to kill him with just a hand gesture.

"Stop thinkin' like that," Grimmjow interrupted, drawing back from the kiss. "It's distractin'."

Ichigo nodded, almost willing to agree to anything just to feel those enticing lips on his again. Grimmjow didn't hesitate, either. His lips came down quickly, but softly. Not in the bruising manner they had when Ichigo had been working in the convenience store, and even Hueco Mundo. This was dangerous. The former patient was unpredictable even with his ability negated somewhat. Ichigo gave a mental shrug and threw himself into the steamy kiss. Grimmjow's lips were soft and surprisingly pliant when they wanted to be. They slanted over his, the pace gradually picking up and becoming more urgent as the tension rose. The blue-haired man's hips were grinding against his and Ichigo could feel just how badly the guy wanted to do much more than kiss.

Things were taken up a notch when big hands went underneath Ichigo's shirt and none too gently lifted over his head. Ichigo winced when it caught under his chin, but the moment was shoved aside when soft lips and a hot tongue languidly traveled over his chest. He closed his eyes, letting the feeling wash over him like warm water. Grimmjow's mouth was everywhere it seemed. His nipples, between his pectorals, under them, down his abdomen, teasing his navel, then testing the area right above the waistband of his underwear. Ichigo shuddered, his hand going back to the taller man's hair. Grimmjow glanced up and gave that nice grin again, eyes melting into blue pudding. Before he could ask what the change of behavior was all about, the blue-haired man yanked at Ichigo's pants, making them catch around his knees.

He was erect as hell and Grimmjow had pulled so hard on his pants, he'd tugged his underwear down as well. So, Ichigo lay bare before the other man's hungry gaze, hands itching to cover himself. Especially when all the guy did was stare at his junk like it was a winning lottery ticket. Thankfully, the staring didn't last long because Grimmjow lowered his head and wasted no time pulling him into his furnace of a mouth. Ichigo's back arched off the bed, his head swimming. He hadn't had this done in a very long time, and the abrupt way the blue-haired man had gone about it made him dizzy and drunk with arousal. It felt so good. Hell, all he could do was grunt and breathe. Grunt and breathe. Great. Now he sounded like an injured moose. The fingers in Grimmjow's hair tightened involuntarily when the man began a steady rhythm, blue eyes closed and face serious. Ichigo watched in fascination as those lips descended, then ascended, wrapped tightly around his length.

It was amazing. Mind-blowing even.

He never thought he'd see the formerly mental patient on his knees, sucking him off. It was something that only occurred in Ichigo's dreams, where everything was fantasy and make-believe. Where dragons could fit in the palm of your hand and mice were the size of dinosaurs. Too good to be true. Besides, he would have thought that Grimmjow would consider himself too proud to get to his knees. Guess he was wrong.

He couldn't stop staring, either. The taller man looked like he was in heaven, eyes closed and expression delighted. Picture a kid with his favorite flavored ice cream cone. Yeah, just like that. Ichigo's fingers grew spastic, twitching and tightening on their own the faster and harder Grimmjow sucked and laved. It was almost painful, it felt so good. He didn't know whether he wanted to laugh or cry, so instead, he settled for moaning uncontrollably. Rough fingers gripped the base of his dick, making his eyes jump open. No, no, no! He knew what that meant!

"What're you doin'?" he croaked, voice unfamiliar from the haze of lust that had settled in the back of his throat.

Grimmjow sat back, letting Ichigo's flesh go. "I don' want ya ta come yet."

Ichigo whimpered and tossed his head back against the pillow. "Not fair," he groaned.

"I think it is. Ya've been such a tease, makin' me chase ya fer so long. It's yer turn now."

"What's that supposed to mean? You want me to chase you?"

"Nah. But I like fuckin' witcha, so ya gotta deal wit' that."

Again Ichigo whimpered, this time closing his eyes. He had been enjoying himself so much. Why did Grimmjow have to be such an asshole? He put a hand over his eyes and tried to catch his breath, inwardly cursing the chuckling man between his legs. Before he could, however, Grimmjow had his mouth on his shaft again, this time more aggressively than the last time. The pulling heat and clutching slickness made his heart throb and his blood roar. Made his mouth and throat dry like he was inhaling desert air. His hand automatically went back to the other man's hair, this time tugging desperately. He wanted to come and even if he had to race against Grimmjow's sadism, then, dammit, he would. His hips lurched in time to the man's energetic sucks and molten heat settled in his groin, engulfing his thighs and coiling in his stomach. He was getting close again. His breathing was reduced to urgent pants and his free hand clasped the sheet like a lifeline.

"Ah, almost there," he stage-whispered.

Grimmjow's index finger and thumb encircled the base of his dick again, but this time only to keep it in place as he sucked faster, harder. Ichigo whined softly, hoping like hell the man hadn't heard him.

"Pleeease," he moaned, hips frantic by now.

Grimmjow moaned around him and it tipped the scales. Ichigo gasped and tensed everywhere, his heart seeming to stop for a few seconds as he emptied himself into the other man's mouth. He hoped it didn't offend the guy, but Grimmjow had caught him off guard with that moan of his. The vibrations had been like sitting in a warm massage chair. Too much at one time. His body slowly relaxed, muscles going rubbery and heart inching back down to a somewhat normal rhythm. His breath, however, was still rushing in and out of his lungs.

A straight nose poked him in the cheek and made him realize that Grimmjow was no longer between his legs. The blue-haired man's lips were pressing against his jaw, eyes a soft, cornflower blue for a change. Ichigo liked this version of Grimmjow; he was much easier to deal with. But he knew that was only the calm before the storm. Nothing was ever this nice with the guy as far as he knew.

A hard presence against his thigh made him notice that Grimmjow was still aroused and probably aching inside the jeans he wore. It made Ichigo feel bad for being so sated for the moment. That in mind, he reached for the man's zipper and button, fingers fumbling a little as he tried to free that impressive-feeling length from its confines. He was actually anxious to see it now. He had the button undone and was pulling the zipper down when someone cleared their throat from the doorway. Ichigo jumped drastically and wrapped his arms around Grimmjow's torso to keep him in place. He was still naked, so whoever was there had seen him in all his glory. He peeked cautiously around the blue-haired man's broad shoulder.

"Well, ain't this a pretty picture."

A low growl from the man on top of him kept Ichigo from questioning the pale one standing at the door.

"What the hell d'ya want, Shiro?"

"I jus' came ta say goodnight. Didntcha hear me comin', Six?"

"I was busy," Grimmjow grunted, face still pressed to Ichigo's cheek.

Ichigo was so embarrassed. He just knew that once the albino left, news of his and Grimmjow's moment would be spread like wildfire. His face burned as he tried to hide it against the bigger man's shoulder. He had to have the worst luck known to man. After all the things he'd gone through so far, this was just the icing on an incredibly crappy cake. The moldy cherry on top. A low rumbling brought him back to the here and now. Grimmjow was laughing. More like chortling with amusement. It was disturbing considering their current predicament. What the hell could be funny?

"Yer jus' bein' nosy."

The albino gave a watery chuckle. "Maybe. I heard ya were sharin' a room with yer little orange-haired obsession and I came ta investigate. Ya know, maybe see if it was true. An' looky, looky. Yer already screwin' 'im."

"Hey!" Ichigo interrupted. They hadn't gotten that far yet. "We're not screwing!"

"So whattaya call that, then?" Shiro asked.

Ichigo went silent and stared at the ceiling, once again cursing his god-awful luck. What on Earth had he done to deserve this turn of events? So far, the only good thing that had come out of it all was the enhancement to his senses – and even that had a drawback – and what had to be the best blow job of his life. It wasn't fair at all. And as if things weren't bad enough, another voice was added to the doorway.

"Well, well, well. Looks like somebody's havin' some fun."

He recognized that voice. It was the former pirate captain, Jiruga. His voice was a condescending lilt and it made Ichigo's skin crawl. Defensive, he bared his teeth and started to snarl something very nasty, when Grimmjow hushed him with his words.

"This ain't a peep show! You bastards c'n leave now."

"Ahhh-ah. I don' know, Shiro, whatcha think? I might stick around and see if they finish the deed."

Apprehension took hold of Ichigo's insides. They wouldn't dare. He glanced up at his blue-haired blanket in alarm, eyes wide. Grimmjow just shook his head and reached behind him with one hand.

"Get out," he growled before the sound of the door slamming and locking was heard.

Ichigo had forgotten that the man could do that. Maybe because he'd been insusceptible to the guy's ability for a while now. Whatever the case, he was grateful for it now. Boisterous laughter floated from the other side of the door, wrinkling Ichigo's nose and causing Grimmjow to sigh. The relief was short-lived because there was an obnoxious bang on it, then more laughter.

"Christ, they're like kids," Ichigo muttered, his sexual high long gone.

Grimmjow must have felt the same way since he rolled onto his back and put his arms behind his head. His ultramarine eyes rolled shut as he grumbled nonsensically to himself. Ichigo couldn't quite make out what the man was saying, but he figured it could be nothing good. He himself wanted to curse out the two idiots for intruding on something that had promised to be spectacular. Now the mood was lost. Ruined. His nerve had disappeared, courage withering away and dying in the wind. He was disappointed more than anything since he'd really been curious about Grimmjow's equipment and what it would have been like to have sex with a guy that unnerving. He turned to face the blue-haired man and studied his face. His bright blue brows were creased into a fearsome scowl, nose slightly scrunched across the bridge and upper lip curled into a fierce snarl. He looked positively pissed and Ichigo didn't blame him one little bit.

The room had gone eerily quiet, the only sounds echoing were their mingled breaths. It was frustrating. He'd been this close to fucking the sexy man, only to have that opportunity dampened like a wet rag. Only now, he didn;t know how to wring it out. Grimmjow huffed under his breath and Ichigo sighed forlornly. He knew if he just did something, the whole atmosphere would change. The other man didn't seem the type to hold out for long, so it seemed it rested on him alone to rescue the situation. He took another look at Grimmjow and sighed again.

But how?

Kind of short, but I'm hoping to update this more often. Thanks for reading!