...He grabbed the mane of orange hair, yanking back and getting a yelp. With grace of experience, he ran his tongue down Ichigo's throat... "uuun..." He took a naw on his pray's shoulder, feeling chills go through Ichigo's skin. He carressed Ichigo down his torso, kissing along his back. A mix of a moan and a yelp echoed from Ichigo when the panther thrusted into his hot body...Rocking sharply in and out, both men felt their climax approaching: Ichigo was already slicked wet and too hot inside-it almost burned, Grimmjow wanted to fill his partner completely to the top with his heat.

...Ichigo groaned, rolling over in his bed and looking at the ceiling-that was the third time he's had that dream. "Why?" He wondered aloud to himself. Why in the world had Grimmjow, his enemy, appear in his dreams? Let alone...his sexual dreams...? Ichigo blushed just thinking about them...

"What's a matter, stawberry?" Oh no...this was not happening! Ichigo rubbed his eyes hurriedly, hoping that Grimmjow would go away. "I'm not a dream." Definitely the real thing. (oh shit)

"What are you doing here?!" Ichigo tried to yell but it came out as a whisper. Grimmjow could see the guilt and obvious embarrassment, and wondered with a smirk why Ichigo felt such a way.

He closed the distance between them in a flash, leaning into Ichigo, "why do you look so guilty?" Ichigo blushed, the image of Grimmjow thrusting hard into him scorching his mind.

"What do you want?!" Ichigo backed up, finding the wall behind him; just great since his body was getting hot and now he was trapped. (double oh shit)

"I wanna know why you look so guilty..." Grimmjow stared with his turquoise eyes into Ichigo's honey brown ones, wicked smirk in place, "Besides can't a friend pop in for a little 'hello'?" Ichigo gulped as another image flooded his mind, in this one Grimmjow was licking down his body agonizing inch by inch. "Tell me, I'm curious now!" Grimmjow stepped even closer to the bed, pinning Ichigo to the wall with a pressured paw to the chest.

"Shut up! I don't have to tell you anything! And don't touch me!" He grabbed the panther's wrist and pushed it away. That was his folly.

Grimmjow hadn't expected to be shoved like that as his balance was already shifted too far forward, and so the panther's sexy face was now only mere inches from Ichigo's, as he was forced to catch himself from falling completely, "Now look what you did." Ichigo felt his breath quicken, something that suspiciously seemed like anticipation flooding him. Especially as he remembered the dream Grimmjow rocking pleasure into his body.

"Get away from me!" Ichigo hissed, hiding a blush.

"Again, I'm curious as to why you look so guilty." Grimmjow settled in front of Ichigo on the bed, watching him with gleaming eyes.

"Don't touch me...n-" Ichigo was cut off with just a brush of Grimmjow's fingers down his chest.

"Hmm?" Grimmjow raised his eyebrow and then again danced his fingertips down Ichigo's chest. Ichigo shut his eyes tightly, taking a deep breath. "Is something wrong with you?" Grimmjow asked, feeling ever more curious as he slowly pressed his fingers harder against Ichigo's body as he walked them across his skin.

"Nothing! Don't touch me!" Ichigo blushed, slapping away Grimmjow's hand as it brushed his collar bone.

"Ow." Grimmjow said mockingly, giving Ichigo a hard shove back into the wall.

"what the he-!" Ichigo flinched as Grimmjow touched his cheek, his memory of the dreams making him blush even worse.

"Its lmost like..." Grimmjow was slowly connecting the dots as he pressed against Ichigo and felt the boy tense up against him, "you're...afraid of me..."

"Oh hell no-! Uuhn!"

"No, not fear...arousal." Grimmjow licked his lips as he finally figured it out. He grabbed Ichigo's chin, forcing him to look him in the eyes, "this is going to be fun."

"Don't! Let me g-!" Ichigo's yell was muffled with a kiss...a kiss that was better than any of the dreams. Some real great dream was about start.
This kiss was hard, nearly painful on Ichigo's lips, but he couldn't push the panther away. He couldn't even fight back as Grimmjow drew off his shirt, feeling the kisses continuing down his skin, "Ahn!" He jolted as Grimmjow's fangs bit into his skin.

"Stop moving." Grimmjow murmured, easing the orange-haired boy out of his pants.

"Stoooop." Grimmjow caught Ichigo's arms as the boy flailed, putting both arms against the wall, linking his hands into Ichigo's. Giving Ichigo a mocking smile, Grimmjow leaned in and bit his throat, "Owww, you're hurting me." Ichigo whispered, shuddering as it was most definitely not hurting.

"Good." Grimmjow said back, pulling him from the wall and laying him flat on the bed underneath him.

"What are you doing?!" Ichigo gulpped, somehow he really didn't want to be told since he had a pretty good guess of what it was.
Grimmjow thankfully didn't answer, removing Ichigo's pants and kissing down his skin. It had become almost too easy as Ichigo had stopped fighting, giving into his own lust, feeling his body arch up as Grimmjow put his hand against the crook of his back. He whimpered as Grimmjow bit him again. "Stop..." The word was so light, not that it mattered since it had fallen on deaf ears, muted even more by their heavy breathing.
A tenative lick to the cock flooded Ichigo with arousal, desire so potent that his body was instantly stimulated, making him swim in a sea of bliss that made him forget everything. Friend or foe it didn't matter anymore and it wouldn't matter tonight...

The End!

Author's note: At this point, I suggest waiting a few days in between each story...they are all starting to sound the same...maybe it's just me? O_O