Grimmjow hated these things. He was being forced to go to yet another dinner with the leaders of the organizations that controlled Kakura Town. Every now and again the groups huddled themselves at someone's grotesquely large manor as a sign of piece between them. Usually, the evenings ended in blood shed and someone almost dyeing.
He could sometimes get out of the dinners with some excuse about work but tonight he made a point of going. If they had Ichigo it was a sure bet that he would be there. Though, Grimmjow knew he couldn't take the man back in front of everyone, he wanted to see that his lover was alive and well.
Sure enough, like years before, when Grimmjow entered the large dining hall, blue eyes met a deep honey brown.
Grimmjow's first thought was that the small man looked like shit. His eyes where sunken in and he looked to small in his usually form fitting clothing. Non the less, seeing him after the week, it was like a breath of fresh air.
Ichigo was sat in a seat across the table and a few chairs down from Grimmjow. "Where is Zaraki-San?" Yamamoto questioned from one head of the table, Aizen was sitting at the other.
Ichigo was looking down at the plate of food he hadn't touched and shrugged. Grimmjow almost laughed at the display of disrespect.
"Ichigo, I spoke to you." Yamamoto's booming voice raised the hairs on the back of even Starks neck.
Ichigo jumped in his seat and looked at the powerful leader. "He dropped me off here and said he had to deal with something. He'll be along shortly."
Sure, enough shortly wasn't a very long time before the large man that Grimmjow had only met in passing came barging in. He gave a short bow in Yamamoto's direction, not giving an apology for his tardiness and took his seat beside Ichigo.
Ichigo flinched away from the man's presence., looking for an escape ruite on instinct.
"Zaraki-San." The man with pink hair and glasses sitting across from the big man said, grabbing his attention. "Maybe I should have a look at Kurosaki-San. He looks to be in need of medical attention."
"mind your own fucking business, Four-eyes." Kenpachi growled back.
"I'm only showing my concerns for your fiancé."
"Like I said. Mind your own business." Kenpachi stood, grabbing the sward on his hip. "Unless you want to 'be in need of medical attention' too." Ichigo trembled in his seat watching the scene unfold.
At the sight of his quivering lover, Grimmjow wanted to rise to the challenge on Szayelaporro's behalf. The broad male's hand was on the hilt of his own sward when his phone began ringing. He looked at the screen. Tesla would never call him when he knew he was in a meeting if it wasn't important. "Excuse me." He got up and eyed Ichigo. "I need to take this."
Grimmjow answered when he was out of the hall and began searching for a secluded room. "What?" He answered gruffly.
"Sir, I am parked outside the manor on the street." He found a bathroom on the upper floor. Not bothering to lock the door he leaned against the counter.
"I drove here myself. I don't need a ride." Tesla was so obsessive sometimes.
"I know but in case you need a quick exit, I'm here, Sir." Just as Grimmjow was about to ask why he would need a get away, the door opened and in entered his Ichigo. He quickly pushed the end call button to give his love his full attention.
"You look like shit, Love." Grimmjow attempted to begin the conversation.
"Do you still want to fuck me?" The smaller man asked. Grimmjow was a little shocked but studied Ichigo's face.
Both of their friends and family were down stairs but the answer was "Yes." And Grimmjow made his way across the bathroom to embrace the man.
Ichigo nuzzled into his neck and began placing light kisses on his color bone. Grimmjow's hands went from his back to his waist when their lips met in an open mouthed kiss.
It was desperate and longing. It had been to long since they had touched one another. Grimmjow's hands went to loosen the tie around Ichigo's neck when a smaller hand came to grip his. "We don't have time to worry about clothes."
Ichigo pushed Grimmjow back lightly until the tall man was leaning against the vanity. Ichigo sunk to his knees and began unbuckling the belt now level with his face.
"Ichigo." Was all Grimmjow could get out before his already erect penis hit the back of Ichigo's throat. "Fuck!" he yelled. Ichigo glared at him, lips puckered around his cock still. Grimmjow got the point. No yelling.
The younger man started bobbing his head on the swollen length, somehow getting it deeper and deeper with ever action. Grimmjow vaguely wondered how he had gotten so good at giving head. Ichigo was always good at it but this was unreal. As soon as the thought came Grimmjow dismissed it. He didn't want to know how Ichigo had gotten the practice in.
Grimmjow gripped the counter behind him and threw his head back. His climax was quickly approaching when the hot mouth was suddenly removed from his cock. Ichigo stood and undid his pant. He let his pants drop to the floor and locked his eyes with Grimmjow's.
Grimmjow's hand went back to his hips as he guided the man to their positions where reversed. Ichigo leaning over the vanity with his ass exposed to the blue haired man.
He looked around on the counter, trying to find something to use as lube when Ichigo noticed. "Don't worry about it." The man backed himself into Grimmjow and grinded. "I'm ready."
Grimmjow decided to take his word for it and guided his erection towards Ichigo's hole. He slowly pushed into him. It must have been to slow for Ichigo as the man backed up and took Grimmjow into him in one swift motion.
Without hesitation Ichigo began moving his hips back and forth, taking full control of the position he was in.
Grimmjow watched Ichigo's face threw the mirror. It was pure pleasure. It was strange that Ichigo was feeling to good with no preparation at all. Ichigo let out a gasp and stopped moving suddenly., his eyes wide now. He had found the sweet spot.
Watching his lovers face light up with pure ecstasy left Grimmjow with no control over himself. He gripped Ichigo hips tightly and began slamming into him at his own pace. Fast and firm.
Ichigo was trying his best to hold in the moans and gasps but little noises where getting away from him. In this moment he regretted all of the time he spent in Grimmjow's house without taking advantage of every opportunity to do this.
Grimmjow was getting close again. He moved a hand from his lover's hip and gripped Ichigo's shoulder for better leverage.
He stopped immediately. The grip on Ichigo's shirt had moved the fabric away from his neck to reveal an angry red mark. He pulled out of the smaller man, causing Ichigo to yelp in surprise, and spun him around.
"What are you-"Ichigo was cut off as Grimmjow ripped the buttons on the front of his shirt apart, revealing Ichigo's chest to him.
Grimmjow stared as the man's chest. It was covered in angry, too-deep bite marks. At least half a dozen littered the used-to-be perfect skin. The marks were to deep too be there with the intention of pleasure. They were too messy to be there to claim ownership. They were clearly there for the soul purpose of inflicting pain.
"Grimmjow." Ichigo reached his hand to his lover's face, waiting for some sort of emotion to dance onto his expression.
Blue eyes looked into honey brown ones without a hint of expression.
Suddenly Grimmjow gripped Ichigo's arm. Forcing the man to attention. "There's a balcony on the front of the house. Climb down it. There's a black Mercedes on the street. Get in it."
"Wha-" Ichigo was caught off guard by the sudden demand. "I can't just leave. They'll find me again."
"I'll protect you this time." Grimmjow threw Ichigo's clothes toward him. "Trust me." He couldn't take the sight of the state his love was in. It was this or nothing. Thank God for Tesla.
Once they were both dressed, Grimmjow pulled Ichigo down the hall to what seemed to be the master bedroom and yanked the door open. "Go." The taller man ordered and Ichigo only hesitated for a moment before deciding to trust the man and going towards the balcony.
Grimmjow went back down stairs to excuse himself, saying there was trouble at work and needed to leave urgently.
He ran toward the vehicle on the street. It was only a matter of time before they clued into the fact that Ichigo was missing. When he got into the car Ichigo was already inside, nursing his side.
"Are you okay? What happened?"
"Nothing. I'm fine." Ichigo was thankful Grimmjow was to busy staring at his chest earlier that he didn't realize the large angry bruise caused by his broken rib.
So I said this was going to be the last chapter but I had an inspiration. Chapter 15 will the final chapter instead.
This is the last lemon you guys will get. Sorry, not sorry.