Chapter 12: The Rage & The Seduction
A bit earlier…let's rewind…
Renji had never been to Zaraki's before, and to be honest, he was stoked to be there, even if it was for the strangest of reasons.
He knew who was performing here tonight, and he refused to believe it until he fucking saw it with his own eyes. There was no way Ichigo was claiming what he was claiming: it just wasn't possible. It didn't make any logical sense, and Renji wanted it to be some fucking ridiculous mix-up.
Maybe Ichigo simply had gotten a job at Zaraki's. Not unheard of: a hard-ass place to get a job at, but not impossible. Maybe Ichigo was bartending tonight, or working sound booth, or maybe he was a backstage slave.
Renji didn't care if he was the fucking water boy: there was just no way that Ichigo could possibly be performing with Espada.
Toshiro, Byakuya, and Rukia were behind him as he made his way into the auditorium, dressed in his usual jeans and a white tee that showed off his extensive tattoo work. His hair was styled down today, getting a lot of stares as usual at the crazy bright copper-red color.
Renji grabbed a few drinks at the bar, fidgety. They had an hour to kill until the performance, and he wanted to make sure he was as close to the stage as possible, so he took his drinks back to the main part of the auditorium to insure their standing seats.
Toshiro was talking quietly with Byakuya while Rukia had her arms crossed over her chest, looking uncomfortable. Renji sighed: things had only gotten weirder between them since Renji had decided to blab about what had happened. After the blowup with Ichigo, Rukia had come to his apartment, screaming and even more violent than Ichigo had been. There had been even more fighting, and more fighting, and usually Renji didn't have a problem with aggressive behavior, but he was so over this brooding bitch. It was just as much her fault as it was his, and the glances he got from Byakuya made his cheeks burn.
Yeah, one night of incredible mind-blowing sex with one of his best friends had definitely made Renji's life a tad more complicated. Shit, not to mention he had been submissive for the first time in his life and taken it in the ass like a fucking chick. But dammit, just thinking about how Byakuya had dominated him, had made him scream and whine and beg and cum so many times made Renji a little more than hot and bothered. He had passed out from the heavenly experience, and when he had woken up, Byakuya had still been there by his side, his arm curled around him protectively, warm. Renji had never cuddled before: it had felt strange but eerily good.
But that didn't mean Renji had let it happen again. It seemed Byakuya had backed off as well, unsure of how to proceed. Renji didn't know what to do about it either, but here they all were, four people feeling incredibly uncomfortable around each other but unwilling to pass up such an exclusive opportunity. Oh how fate had fucked him.
Some more awkward silence and staring and a few drinks later, it was time for the performance. People were clustered all around them now, pushing them more central into the stage area so that they were about halfway back. It was as good as it was going to get, and in the end, Renji wasn't sure if he actually wanted to be that close to the stage.
A powerful booming voice came over the sound system, the lights going out after, the crowd in fits of screaming. Renji had his arms crossed over his chest, standing tall and defiant: what the hell was going on?
"...the howling hollows, ESPADA."
Well Renji's eardrums had been blown out by the obnoxiously big-breasted girl that had pushed into his side. If he wasn't so annoyed at her fangirling, he would have taken a moment to appreciate her gigantic breasts and nice ass. With all the screaming and cheering, he still managed to hear the girl say something about being president of a fan club.
The overhead lights blazed to life, revealing the band on stage. Renji's eyes traveled across the famous faces in a zig-zag pattern as his brain tried to process what he was seeing as they finally fell on the orange-haired punk in the corner.
"Holy FUCK," Renji breathed, feeling as if the air had been knocked out of him.
"Oh my god!" Rukia exclaimed, almost falling into Renji as the screaming continued. Grimmjow had started saying something to the crowd, getting them even more fired up, but Renji was hearing nothing but static noise as he stared at his best friend living a dream.
Renji's eyes traveled over Ichigo hungrily, as if a starving man seeing food again for the first time in days. And shit did the berry look good. He was dressed simply in dark grey jeans, his wallet chain gleaming in the light, his black converse scruffy but they matched his black shirt with the white (Hollow) skull logo on the front. His hair was as it had been all of Renji's life, spiky and edgy. Ichigo's cinnamon eyes were hard, gleaming, determined.
Suddenly the music started pounding into the crowd, wave after wave of intense sound that had the crowd jumping in place, some teenagers even trying to start a mosh pit. Renji was a stone among a sea of roiling seaweed, still so numb.
Had he even blinked since the show began? They were well into their fifth or sixth song rotation when Grimmjow addressed the crowd again, giving Ichigo the spotlight. Renji clenched his fists at his sides as he listened to Ichigo's Zanpakuto sting out Getsuga Tensho, each bristling note like a cut against his skin.
Renji's knees nearly buckled at the amount of energy the crowd gave back, jumping and yelling and screaming their approval. Renji swooned slightly, afraid he might fall over. Byakuya glanced at him, solid and quiet. He put a hand on Renji's shoulder, but he shook it off. Damn Ichigo. Damn him straight to hell!
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…and fast forward…
"Isn't that the girl from the diner?"
Ichigo's question didn't get an answer, simply a snort from Grimmjow as he soon started bursting into fits of laughter. Nnoitora and Stark joined in, and Ichigo couldn't help but laugh to. Man, that chick needed serious help.
"That's not funny," Halibel said, laying back on the couch, her eyes murderous, "How come there's never any hot hunks busting down the doors? Nobody ever comes through the back door for me."
Stark smiled evilly at Nnoitora before saying, "I'd be more than willing to go through your back door, Hal. Several times, in fact."
Nnoitora was laughing so hard it was impossible not to laugh with him. His body was literally convulsing as he held his stomach. Was he going to explode?
"Ah shit, that was perfect," he finally breathed, slapping Stark a high-five as Halibel's fist connected with Stark's jaw.
He fell back from the force, nearly knocking himself off of the couch. "Ow."
"Ass holes," Halibel hissed, kicking Nnoitora in the shin.
"Ow! Dammit!" Nnoitora whined, kicking out at Halibel with one of his massive combat boots, "You fuckin' psycho bitch!"
"Don't call me that!"
"But 'cha are!"
"At least I'm not the one who looks like a fucking SPOON!"
Nnoitora growled, his un-eye-patched eye narrowed, "The LAST person I wanna be gettin' fashion advice from is YOU. If I ever wanna learn how to hang my titties out, I'll give ya a call."
Halibel's face colored in embarrassment and rage. Everybody in the room silently agreed; Halibel just dressed too sexy sometimes, "You…you…I hate you!"
Halibel launched herself at Nnoitora, her momentum sending Nnoitora sprawling off of the couch and rolling to the side, both kicking and punching each other. This just sent Stark into fits of laughter as Ulquiorra shook his head, sighing.
"Chill the fuck out," came Zaraki's voice as he entered the room, his steel gaze on the two fighting misfits, "We just remodeled this room."
"It's time!" little Bubblegum Head said, popping out from behind her father, giggling, "They're waiting for you guys!"
"Yachiru, why don't you go find Ikkaku and help him clean up the equipment?" Zaraki said, his hand massive on top of her head, as if he were grasping a grapefruit, "I'm sure he needs your help."
"Okay, Kenny!" she sang, prancing out the door singing to herself.
Zaraki sighed again, as if he held the weight of the world on his shoulders, "We got 'em lined up as usual."
Everybody nodded, standing up from their assorted places around the room and heading out the door. Ichigo lingered behind, noticing Grimmjow would be the last to leave the room. As soon as Ulquiorra's dark head disappeared into the low-lit hallway, Ichigo felt himself pulling on Grimmjow's neckline.
Grimmjow stopped, turning slightly to look back at him.
"Grimmjow," Ichigo began, finally letting go of his shirt.
"Yeah?" blue eyes locked on brown ones.
"Um," Ichigo mumbled, looking away, "After this, when it's over…come over, okay?"
'Wow, smooth' Ichigo complained in his head. Way to fuck up a booty call. Then again, this was the first booty call Ichigo had ever made in his life, not to mention it was with a male and he wasn't using a phone. Honestly there was nothing he would rather do than fuck with Grimmjow right now, but they had a job to do and it would have to wait.
Grimmjow's face contorted into a lopsided grin that made Ichigo take in a breath: did he even know how damn beautiful he was?
"Okay," Grimmjow said, brushing his lips against Ichigo's quickly. Ichigo shivered at the contact, already wishing they were back at his place, "We both got hot-headed, and I was wrong. I shouldn't have said you were mine."
"I was the idiot," Ichigo said, knowing his cheeks were flaming, "I shouldn't have gotten so defensive. That was stupid."
"Then I'm stupid too," Grimmjow said, tilting Ichigo's head up with one hand and kissing him softly. Ah, but it was perfect. Ichigo would never get used to how amazing Grimmjow's kisses felt. It was sweet, but Ichigo grew impatient and nipped at Grimmjow's bottom lip, making him chuckle.
"Sorry to spoil the moment," Ulquiorra said from the doorway, his green eyes fixed on Ichigo's flaming cheeks, "but we all have to walk out together. We've been waiting at the end of the hall."
But Ichigo had a rebound, so he grinned sweetly at Ulquiorra and raised an eyebrow, "Tosh texted me after the show. Anxious to get out there, huh?"
Ulquiorra's eyes seemed to glitter, the corner of his mouth turning up in a smirk. It was so slight that nobody probably would have picked up on it if he hadn't been standing so close, "Perhaps."
A moment later they arrived at the end of the hallway, the band entering the auditorium together. The band members were in procession as they entered the gallery area once more, several fans squealing and waving. There were one hundred people total, as only one hundred VIP passes had been given out for this event. Staring at the line of waiting fans suddenly intimidated Ichigo.
"Over here," Shuhei called, one of a few bouncers keeping the line in check, "We got a table set up."
Ichigo followed the other members to the white table with high-backed white chairs, still trying to process what was happening. The next hour was nothing but squealing, hyperventilating fans as pictures and posters were signed. And sometimes body parts. Several boys had asked Ichigo or Stark to sign their guitar arms, while more than a few girls asked Nnoitora to sign somewhere on their chests. It was pretty amusing.
"And wha's yer name?" Nnoitora said huskily, leaning over the table towards one young woman.
"They call me Mistress Penelopye," the woman said, her eyes heated as she held out a Sharpie marker, "Mind signing?"
Nnoitora licked his lips, studying the attractive girl with an attentive violet eye, "Sure thing, sweetie. Where ya want it?"
Mistress Penelopye grinned, leaning forward towards the table, the tops of her breasts exposed in the cute but sexy black corset, "Wherever you want."
Ichigo was on the verge of hiding behind his hands: wow, that fan sure was flirtatious, and Nnoitora was giving it right back to her in spades.
He laughed, squiggling 'To My Mistress. Love, Nnoitora Jiruga' in fancy, jagged script on the woman's chest, ending it with a tiny black heart.
"Now ya can carry my lil' black heart with ya," he said teasingly, the woman giggling as she moved away, Nnoitora staring at her ass until she disappeared from the line.
Ichigo looked next to him at Grimmjow, who had signed some hands and more than enough pictures of his face or modeling ads that had been torn out of magazines. Ichigo had forgotten about Grimmjow's fledgling career in modeling cologne and clothes. There were rumors that he was in the picking pool to be the next face for Rose, a very tall, beautiful and blonde male designer that was hot this season.
Ichigo had just finished signing a punk dude's wrist when the shit hit the fan.
"What the FUCK is going on?" Renji bellowed, slamming his hands down on the table in front of Ichigo. Sure, of course his old band mates would have waited to be last.
A bouncer moved forward, ready to spring, but Ichigo held up a hand, "No, it's cool."
The bouncer relaxed slightly, uncertain as Renji's eyes flashed fire, "You motherfucking LIAR! How long you been keeping this from us, you bastard? Who the fuck do you think you are?"
The other Espada looked unconcerned, but Ichigo felt the tension rolling off of Grimmjow.
"I'm an ex-member of Soul Society. That's all you need to know," Ichigo said, standing up out of the chair, his hands on the table as he leaned forward, "Besides, why do YOU get to dictate what I do with MY life? You have nothing to do with me anymore."
"Goddammit!" Renji seethed, turning away before coming back in Ichigo's face. Ichigo heard Byakuya murmur something about stopping while Hitsugaya was trying to grab Renji's shoulder. Renji shrugged him off, leaning back across the table, his body coiled as if to pounce, his face feral, "I don't know who you had ta fuck ta get here, but this is BULLSHIT. This's got nothing to do with your fuckin' talent! You sold us out! Fucking LEFT because you're a pussy who can't satisfy his bitch girlfriend!"
Oh, that was IT.
Ichigo launched himself across the table, landing on the ground and pulling Renji around, Ichigo now straddling Renji as he pounded his fists across Renji's flesh. Ichigo was enjoying the wet snapping sounds. Two bouncers reacted but were lost as to what to do. Renji managed to block his face with one hand as his other slammed into the side of Ichigo's face, momentarily stunning him.
"Stop it!" Toshiro commanded, but no one was listening.
Ichigo felt blood on his knuckles as iron arms wrapped around his ribs, pulling him off of Renji in one smooth motion.
Grimmjow glared down at Renji, his face as ominous as Armageddon. He gripped the front of Renji's shirt with one hand while Byakuya and Hitsugaya hovered. Grimmjow pulled Renji's face up farther so that Renji could effectively stare into the eyes of death, "He IS here for his talent, you fucking cockroach. Ichigo has more talent in his fucking pinkie finger than you have in your entire body."
Renji was still struggling and became angry, spitting a wad of spit and blood onto Grimmjow's face, "You don't know anything! He fucking LEFT us high and dry to play rock star! Fucking wake up, Ichigo! You gonna give up your life to fucking roll with these people?"
Grimmjow wiped the blood from his face with a hand, pulling his arm back, Ichigo's stomach clenching as Grimmjow slammed it down.
But not into Renji's face. The room echoed with the force of Grimmjow punching the wooden floorboard next to Renji's face, Ichigo afraid he had broken his fucking hand.
"Shut your MOUTH," Grimmjow commanded, his voice like a snarl, "You're the motherfucker who gave him the opportunity. You're the reason he left, ass hole. Stop blaming other people for your problems."
Renji had flinched at the impact of the punch, but was now blinking up at Grimmjow with his jaw clenched, "How did YOU get involved in this, huh? Why you protecting him? He your fucking BOYFRIEND?"
Grimmjow nearly snapped, a vein standing out on his neck. He had trained in several martial arts since elementary school, his various foster parents hoping it would help channel his anger issues. Mix in a couple more years of fighting on the streets and more than a year studying Muay Thai fighting styles on a whirl-wind trip with Noitora in Thailand, he was a force to be fucking reckoned with. But, all the training had also taught him a degree of patience and to stop and think: he knew Renji was pissed, and pissed people ran their mouths and tried to antagonize. Renji WANTED the fight to continue. Renji WANTED there to be more destruction.
For that reason alone, it made Grimmjow breathe in through his nose, trying to calm his heated muscles. He knew he could lay this fucking faggot out right here, right now, but what would that accomplish? It would just be more trauma for the berry to go through. Ichigo didn't deserve this, not this.
"Maybe I fucking am," Grimmjow hissed quietly, low enough for only Renji to hear. He finally pulled his fist away from the floor, revealing the cracked and splintered board beneath. His fist would bruise hours later, but Grimmjow had broken much thicker boards than this, so he wasn't worried about the repercussions of his aggressive actions. He raised his voice, releasing his hold on Renji as he stood up, "Now get the fuck out."
The bouncers moved forward, grabbing Renji's shoulders and pushing him along as he cursed, but he knew he had lost. Although now he would live to fight another day.
Ichigo barely looked at Rukia as she followed after Renji, but he had seen the cold stare. Yeah, make it HIS fucking fault that Renji had gotten the shit beat out of him. What had she expected exactly? A fucking hugging reunion?
"You're so bitter," she murmured, tapping Byakuya's shoulder, "Come on. He needs a ride home."
Byakuya's eyes landed on Ichigo's for a moment, his expression neither uncaring nor heated. Ichigo felt shame wash over him at Byakuya's indifferent stare, but he simply nodded and headed after Rukia, Renji not far ahead of them as he was practically dragged out.
"Toshiro," Byakuya called, turning around slightly, "We're leaving."
"I'm not getting in the car with that idiot!" Toshiro exclaimed, his body frigid with anger, "I'll catch a ride home with Ichi. I'm not dealing with Renji's shit."
Ichigo half-expected Byakuya to argue: after all, Byakuya was as loyal to Renji as he was to anybody, including Ichigo and Tosh. But Byakuya simply nodded his head as if to grant permission, then turned his back and left without even a goodbye.
Ichigo didn't know whether that was a good or bad thing. Was Byakuya pissed at him now? And to make things worse, Toshiro was upset about the whole situation. Ichigo rubbed his shoulder, contemplating the results of his actions. It had been so stupid to give those passes to Tosh: his revenge had only hurt people he cared about. Even though he was still extremely bitter towards Rukia, he hadn't liked that sorrowful look in her eyes.
And she had called him bitter. Ichigo was starting to realize that he was, because he still hadn't forgiven them.
"Che, you shoulda broken the fucker's face," Nnoitora scoffed, his army boots now planted on top of the table as he leaned back. And that was why Nnoitora was such a good guy to have around: even though his comment didn't help with the awkward tension, it seemed to shake Ichigo and Grimmjow out of their reveries. Toshiro was still standing nearby, his arms now crossed over his chest as his crystal aqua eyes burned with resentment.
The bouncers apologized several times to Grimmjow, concerned that he had hurt himself in the scuffle. It wasn't that they particularly cared about Grimmjow himself, but Zaraki would fire them and have to pay an ass load in insurance fees if the rock star had been injured. It was possible that even Renji would press charges, so Ichigo had no doubt that Renji had been dragged to the hub of security for questioning. Ichigo also realized that Aizen would probably have to pay Renji and the rest of the band to keep their mouths shut about what happened. If an accident like this got out to the media, it would tarnish Grimmjow's star reputation.
And fuck, not only that, Ichigo had just jeopardized his precarious position in the band. He slapped a hand against his forehead, completely exasperated with himself. Aizen would be furious: there was no way he was going to get a spot in the band now. He had blown it, all because he couldn't control his temper over some hateful and hurtful words.
"Dammit," Ichigo moaned, slamming his fist against the table, "FUCK!"
The others looked at him, some surprised and others not. Ichigo was fuming with an abundance of emotions that he didn't know how to handle all at once. It was too fucking claustrophobic.
"Let's get out of here," Grimmjow offered, nodding his head back at the other Espada, "let's go fuckin' celebrate. We worked hard today."
Nnoitora practically jumped up, cackling, "Let's go! I wanna fuckin' party!"
Stark smirked in agreement while Ulquiorra's eyes never left Tosh. Tosh was lost somewhere in Awkward Land, a place that Ichigo had visited frequently.
"Yeah, let's go," Ichigo agreed, slapping a hand on Tosh's shoulder, "let's go have some fun. Forget about this shit."
Tosh nodded slowly, still angry over the display. Ichigo just didn't know if all that anger was directed only at Renji: after all, Ichigo had pretty much escalated the physical blowout, "Yah. I need a drink."
"I second that motion," Stark said, holding up a hand, "All those in favor, say I."
"I," Halibel said, offering a smile. Ichigo was surprised she was not her fired-up, usual self. She had been rather quiet since the scuffle with Nnoitora.
"I," Ulquiorra said, his eyes still trained on Tosh.
"I," Ichigo said, his brown eyes on Grimmjow's cooling blue ones.
"And I," Grimmjow said, whipping out his cell phone.
"Who you callin'?" Nnoitora asked, voicing everyone's question.
Grimmjow grinned, "Zaraki's hidin' around here somewhere. Gotta make reservations for a private room at his night club, TERROR."
Nnoitora let out a whooping noise as Halibel clapped her hands together, bouncing in place, her boobs jiggling dangerously in her tight revealing shirt, "We haven't been in so long!"
"Sounds like a plan," Stark agreed, slinking an arm around Halibel's shoulders.
"Sounds good," Ulquiorra added, moving so that he was standing a few inches away from Toshiro, their arms nearly touching.
"Never been," Tosh admitted, looking to his right to stare at Ulquiorra, "Um, can we talk?"
The others were talking now, so only Ichigo had heard the mumbled question by Tosh. He grinned before looking back over at Grimmjow, who was talking animatedly with his hands.
"Hell ya, Z! Come on, we're dyin' for a night out! Come on, hook us up. You know you want to!"
Ichigo could almost picture Zaraki's sigh, his booming voice loud as he answered.
"You're the fuckin' best. I don't care what they say about you," Grimmjow said, hanging up on Zaraki, "He's phonin' ahead for us, makin' sure we get the usual VIP treatment."
Everybody whooped, heading towards the back entrance where the limo would be waiting. Two bodyguards awaited them with the doors of the limo open, one of them looking very familiar.
Then Ichigo remembered, "You're the dude from Karaoke."
The broad older man let out a guffawing laugh, his black hair slicked back, his face looking as if cut from rock. He looked pretty good in a suit and tie, "Glad ya remember me, Ichigo. Ganju's the name."
"Yeah, I remember," Ichigo said, offering a grin as he loaded into the limo with the others, "Good ta see ya."
"And I was right, wasn't I?" Ganju said, winking, "Good thing I gotcha singing that night, huh?"
Ichigo whipped his head around, staring at Ganju as if he were Jesus Christ himself. That's right: Ganju had been the one to get him up and singing in the first place, had gotten the crowd's attention at the bar, and had ultimately been the reason Ichigo had gotten any attention from Grimmjow. Obviously there was no way Ganju had known Grimmjow was going to be there that night, but it still freaked Ichigo out to think how everything had progressed from that one drunken moment in time. Fuck, he owed all of this craziness to this tall, bulky drunkard from VIZARD'S, "Uh, yeah, thanks."
It was such a lame thing to say, but Ichigo couldn't stop thinking about luck and fate for the rest of the drive.
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Ichigo finally managed to unlock the door to his apartment, practically falling in because Grimmjow had been using his wicked tongue on the back of Ichigo's neck.
Ichigo released another moan as Grimmjow nipped at his earlobe, making the teenager mewl.
It was almost four in the morning, but in Ichigo's mind, the night was just beginning. TERROR had been a blast, but during all the dances and drinks, Ichigo had only had his mind on when he would be allowed to touch Grimmjow again. He had been burning for kisses and caresses for hours, and now he was finally fucking getting them.
"I fucking love your skin," Grimmjow breathed into Ichigo's ear, his large hands running under Ichigo's t-shirt, caressing the velvet-soft skin of his ribcage.
Ichigo sucked in a breath, turning in Grimmjow's arms to lock his arms around Grimmjow's neck, staring into the bluenette's heated eyes, "J-just stop talking."
Grimmjow chuckled as he nipped and kissed Ichigo's swollen lips, eventually working his way down Ichigo's neck as the berry arched in his arms.
Shit, foreplay wasn't going to last for very long.
Grimmjow finally managed to wrestle Ichigo against the wall of the living room, his knee moving between Ichigo's legs, making him gasp, but Grimmjow continued the assault on Ichigo's neck, thinking it was quite possible for him to eat the sweet berry alive.
Grimmjow, now thoroughly aroused and beyond aggressive, ripped at Ichigo's shirt, tearing it from his body in two pulls. Ichigo gasped in surprise, but Grimmjow figured he was too aroused to be upset that he had just ripped a good shirt.
Grimmjow began trailing kisses down Ichigo's chest, paying particular attention to hard-rock nipples.
"N-nah," Ichigo murmured, his legs shaking, "D-don't do that! I'm n-not a chick."
"But ya like it," Grimmjow said heatedly, swirling his thick tongue around a nipple.
Ichigo moaned, unable to stop himself. Shit, that felt so good, but he would never admit it aloud. He still had his pride as a man…
"Fuck!" Ichigo practically shrieked as Grimmjow had reached one of his hands down the back of Ichigo's pants, his finger probing at Ichigo's hole.
"Tell me to stop," Grimmjow challenged, grinding their covered erections together as Grimmjow's finger teased his entrance and his teeth nipped at Ichigo's chin.
Ichigo cried out, feeling tears in his eyes, but they didn't spill over. His heart was going to beat right out of his chest. He was going to die, he was sure of it. He had some alcohol in his veins, but he had only drunk enough to ensure he would have courage. He was beyond scared about going all the way with Grimmjow, but he wanted this. Not only his body, but his heart yearned for it too.
"S-shit," Ichigo practically gasped, one of his arms wrapping like iron around the back of Grimmjow's neck. His other hand rested on Grimmjow's cheek as his eyes tried to focus on the bluenette's face, "God, Grimmjow, just...take me to bed."
Oh FUCK. Grimmjow's shuddered breath racked his whole body as he tried to control himself. If this was Ichigo's bedroom voice, Grimmjow was never going to let him leave the bedroom ever again.
But he had to ask, "You sure, Ichi?"
"God, yes," Ichigo panted, bucking his hips instinctually. Grimmjow grunted, knowing his dick was about ready to explode, and he hadn't even done anything yet.
"Okay," Grimmjow reassured, attacking Ichigo's mouth again in a passionate kiss before breaking it off and pulling Ichigo with him, trying with all of his might not to just fling the redhead over his shoulder and run to the bedroom.
They crashed through the bedroom door very similarly to how they had come through the apartment door, only this door made slightly more noise as the wood cracked along the hinge and made a deafening slamming noise as it hit the wall, probably punching a small hole through the dry wall because of the knob.
But neither paid attention to these small details as their tongues battled and their bodies begged for friction. Grimmjow pushed Ichigo onto the bed, crawling over him, holding his weight up with his powerful arms. Ichigo flung his shirt up and over his head in a split second, his arms wrapping around Grimmjow in practically the same moment, reminding Grimmjow that Ichigo wanted this just as badly as he did.
Grimmjow's heart felt like it would burst as he kissed the berry into oblivion, nipping the berry's bottom lip hard enough to draw a droplet of blood. He ran his hands over Ichigo's perfect chest. Smooth skin and nearly caramel-colored nipples greeted him, reminding him that his dick was throbbing in pain at this point.
"Do you have…?" Grimmjow let the question hang as Ichigo arched his back again, effectively rubbing their erections together and making Grimmjow moan slightly.
"In the drawer," Ichigo managed, kissing Grimmjow again before rolling over to the side dresser and drawing out a tiny bottle of lube. Grimmjow grabbed it from the berry before distracting him with another series of kisses and touches, finally managing to get his hands down the berry's jeans, slipping them off as far as he could get them before Ichigo's fingers started playing with Grimmjow's belt buckle.
"Let me help ya with that," Grimmjow smirked, leaning back on his knees to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. Ichigo licked his lips, unable to stop staring at Grimmjow's incredible chest. He was chiseled to perfection: there couldn't be an ounce of fat anywhere on this Adonis. It suddenly made Ichigo self-conscious as he stared at the washboard abs, the deep set of his chest bone creating wicked peaks that suggested intensive upper-body workouts on a regular basis. Ichigo loved Grimmjow's body: it was built without being brawny. Grimmjow didn't look like a body builder, but he could kick a body builder's ass, which was another turn on.
Ichigo shimmied out of his jeans, letting them land on the floor as he tackled his shoes and socks, then aggressively tore off Grimmjow's socks, making the rock star laugh.
"So impatient," Grimmjow sighed against Ichigo's mouth when they were finally naked. Ichigo hadn't even remembered removing his boxers: or had Grimmjow removed them? Such trivial details as Ichigo mewled into Grimmjow's mouth, their weeping cocks rubbing against each other. Ichigo couldn't help but arch his back again, his hips snapping forward, making Grimmjow hiss into his mouth.
Grimmjow laved over Ichigo's subtly-defined abs, enjoying the trail down to his hairless navel and lower. Ichigo bucked against him as Grimmjow licked Ichigo's growing cock, one of his hands anchored on the bed as the other helped spread Ichigo's legs out. Grimmjow was doing his best to prepare the berry: he was so afraid Ichigo would back out of this, and he couldn't let that happen. Not now, not now that he had finally realized his feelings for the berry.
Shit, and he did have intense feelings for the berry.
Grimmjow continued to tease Ichigo's cock as he squeezed some lube on Ichi's puckering entrance, pleased when Ichigo swallowed a finger with no problems or protests. Perhaps Grimmjow was distracting Ichigo Junior enough that it hadn't registered yet.
But it did on the second finger. Ichigo gasped, his eyes screwed shut as his body adjusted to the sensation. Grimmjow slowly moved his fingers, curling them until he thought Ichigo was ready for more. On the third finger, Ichigo moaned and shuddered, his velvet insides clenching Grimmjow's fingers and making Grimmjow lightheaded. Shit, he wanted to be in the berry NOW.
Grimmjow quickly squirted a little more lube on his own length, noticing the scent. He couldn't help but smirk: of course it was strawberry.
He leaned forward over Ichigo and kissed him gently, Ichigo's eyes closing as his body began to relax, his legs still open as Grimmjow guided his dick into the prepared entrance.
"Ahn!" Ichigo cried, his stomach clenching as Grimmjow had only slipped the head in.
"A little more, Ichi," Grimmjow husked, nuzzling Ichigo's neck before bracing his arms and pushing forward.
He moaned low in his throat as he continued to slide into the berry, Ichigo gasping and cursing as Grimmjow finally had his entire length sheathed in Ichigo's tight heat.
Grimmjow shifted his weight slightly, unintentionally stroking Ichigo's prostate. The moan Ichigo issued was unlike any Grimmjow had ever heard, sending excited ripples down the Espada's spine. He had almost cum right there.
"I'm gonna move," Grimmjow whispered, trying to control his throbbing need. Ichigo rested his head up against Grimmjow's chest, his eyes squeezed shut. Grimmjow pistoned slowly, trying to gage the berry's reaction. He was still slightly uncomfortable, but Grimmjow knew he would feel amazing in a few moments.
"It – it hurts," Ichigo moaned, his arms on either side of Grimmjow's ribcage.
Grimmjow kissed his worries away, spreading Ichigo's knees farther apart, shifting the angle once again. This time, the berry cried out as if stunned, so Grimmjow thought it was alright to begin moving more quickly. He was very careful, trying not to lose to his lust, but it was so damn hard, especially when Ichigo was writhing and panting beneath him, murmuring his name and driving Grimmjow to the brink of insanity.
"G-Grimm," Ichigo moaned, his hips bucking up, "More, I want more."
And here. We. Go.
Grimmjow gave in at that moment, thrusting harder, deeper into the berry. Ichigo screamed as Grimmjow began striking his prostate over and over again, the rhythm building and building until Ichigo's hips were instinctually meeting Grimmjow's thrusts, his neglected cock beginning to be pumped by Grimmjow in time to their lovemaking.
"Ga-awwd," Ichigo called out, his legs now locked around Grimmjow's lower back, their bodies slick with sweat as Grimmjow continued his unmerciful assault on the berry's body, "F-fuck, oh God, Grimmjow! Grimmjow…"
"Ichigo," Grimmjow answered, his voice thick as he felt his release coming, "I'm gonna…"
Ichigo's nails scratched down Grimmjow's back, grabbing at his shoulder blades as he tried to focus, "J-just…cum inside me."
No sooner had those heated words left Ichigo's mouth then Grimmjow moaned deep and long, his seed spilling into the berry as Ichigo clenched around him, screaming Grimmjow's name only seconds after, spraying both their bellies in berry juice.
Grimmjow nuzzled into Ichigo's neck, trying to catch his breath. He was still buried balls-deep inside the berry, his mind dancing with blinding white light. Shit, that was by far the best orgasm he had ever had.
He finally lifted himself up enough to pull out of Ichigo with a pop, resting next to Ichigo for several minutes as they caught their breaths before suggesting they take a shower.
Ichigo stood uncomfortably for a minute before making his way to the tiny bathroom and turning on the faucet to hot. He climbed in, pulling on Grimmjow's hand as they stood cramped together in the ridiculously small shower. Grimmjow's head brushed against the nozzle, his hair now tamed as it lay wet on his shoulders, the water running rivers down the two boys' naked bodies.
Grimmjow carefully lifted his hand and rubbed his fingers along the berry's ass crack, enjoying the moan Ichigo offered him as he helped the berry wash.
Ichigo noticed how many bite marks he had left riddled on Grimmjow's chest: it was almost embarrassing. Ichigo didn't even remember half of the now-forming welts, but he could feel the welts that were growing on his own body. Ichigo felt like his neck had been attacked by a vampire as the hot water spilled over them. Although there was the presented opportunity for hanky panky business in the shower, Ichigo hoped Grimmjow would save it for another day, because Ichigo knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he wanted Grimmjow again, possibly every day for the rest of his life, but at the moment, he was exhausted.
He frowned as he climbed out of the shower, wrapping a towel around himself as Grimmjow grabbed one from the counter beside him. Ichigo didn't know how to feel about falling into the submissive role so easily and so quickly. After all, he had just lost his damn virginity to a guy he had known for a little over a week. Granted, they were crazy about each other, but it made Ichigo a little uneasy. He had never trusted somebody this much, this completely, in such a short amount of time.
"What're'ya thinkin' about?" Grimmjow murmured, kissing Ichigo on the cheek.
Ichigo's face flushed, "About how amazing that was."
Grimmjow's crooked grin set Ichigo's heart racing again. Grimmjow grabbed Ichigo's hand, toting him out of the bathroom and back into the futon. They were hardly dry, but Ichigo was eager to feel Grimmjow's warmth as they lay back on the bed together, snuggling against each other as they drifted into a well-deserved and dreamless sleep.
Jeez, this was such a ridiculous chapter, but I hope you had fun!
HAHA and Penny, I hope you liked your little present! I saw on your update that I had encouraged you to update, so what better to make your fingers fly over the keyboard than giving you a smexy flirt scene with our favorite one-eyed guy? ~ smirks and winks ~ EVERYBODY REVIEW! REVIEWS MEAN LOVE AND MORE GRIMMICHI! ;D