Ichigo should've walked right back out the door, he knew, he knew, when Grimmjow got that look that it meant something was going to happen.

Ichigo narrowed his eyes as he closed the door, studying the panther with his wicked grin that showed his canine's, "What?" He demanded.

"Nothing." Grimmjow answered, grin growing as he faked innocence. Ichigo didn't believe that for a second, he crossed his arms and lifted his chin in challenge. The panther slowly walked the perimeter of the room, playing with what appeared to be a silk rope between his hands, "If you must know," He began, "I read something very interesting today."

Ichigo forced himself not to turn around as Grimmjow wound around behind him, "Oh yeah?" He asked with (what he hoped was) a tone of disinterest.

"Yep." The sexta said, popping the 'p' right next to Ichigo's ear. "You ever heard of the 48 positions?" The reaper gulped, he'd heard of it alright. The Japanese Kamasutra. Oh god. "No? I'll tell you all about it then." Grimmjow said in a husky whisper, breath pooling against Ichigo's neck like an intangible caress- the boy tried not to shiver. "Its a series of sexual positions." The panther hadn't even touched him yet, but the boy could practically feel hands running across his body. "Sounds fun, right?" Finally, there was the touch; heated and possessive as Grimmjow's hands gripped Ichigo's hips, pulling the smaller male flush to his body. "I know where I want to start."

Ichigo bit his lip, glancing over his shoulder at Grimmjow, trying to find words of defiance, words that might cover how turned-on he was, "...and what's that?" Shit. How did that help?! Grimmjow chuckled like he'd won something, then wrapped the silk rope around Ichigo's neck, "What is-?!" The boy turned to see Grimmjow tie the rope around his neck too, essentially putting them in a loop together, making it so they couldn't get more than five inches from each other.

"This is called love-necking." The sexta stated, brushing his nose against Ichigo's own and pecking a kiss against his lips, "It makes it so you can't get too far away." He trailed a finger over the reaper's crotch, making the boy jerk back, not going very far as the rope tightened and Ichigo realized that Grimmjow had double-looped it over his own neck so that if Ichigo pulled away it would strangle him, "Like I said, no running." The panther pulled him close again, giving another kiss.

"No. Fair." Ichigo murmured breathlessly between kisses, putting his hands on Grimmjow's shoulders and clawing as the kisses got more passionate. A moan escaped him as the panther cupped his ass and rolled his hips against Ichigo's. The larger male purred at the sound, pulling at his partner's clothes, plucking the buttons open on Ichigo's shirt and tugging pants loose. The orange-haired boy shuddered at the feel of Grimmjow's hands on his skin; the brush of his knuckles against sensitive ribs, gentle fingertips raking down his spine, and the effortless tease of fingers dipping against his hole, promising to soon spread him wide.

"You're already getting wet." Grimmjow marveled aloud, making Ichigo blush.

"Shut up!" The boy snapped in embarrassment, pulling away, and just remembering about the rope in time to stop.

The sexta grinned wickedly, "Don't like hearing about how sexy it is?" He gripped Ichigo's thigh and hauled it up over his hip, "how you're already dripping wet~" He thrust two fingers inside, making Ichigo cry out in surprise, "and throbbing inside." He spread the digits within while the boy gasped, "Your ass is already begging for my dick to plunge in deep."

"Stop it!" Ichigo whimpered, the dirty talk really making him ache. He pulled back, hoping to silence Grimmjow with the tightening of the rope...of course, that only proved to egg the sexta on.

"Yeah, I bet you'll come just from me driving inside you, over and over. Hard and deep, just like you like it." Grimmjow continued his onslaught with both words and his fingers that were up to four and spreading the reaper open.

"Grimmjow!" Ichigo whined helplessly, insides pulsing in anticipation.

He nearly cried when the sexta removed his fingers, instead gripping the boy's other thigh, picking him up, and wrapping his legs around his waist, "Ask me." Grimmjow commanded as he bared his teeth.

"No~" Ichigo whined, squirming but unwilling to actually ask for what he desired.

"Ask me." The panther demanded again, walking so Ichigo's back pressed to the wall, and there was even less wiggle room than before. The boy whimpered, clamping his mouth shut. "Ask me." Grimmjow whispered and pressed his dick firmly against Ichigo's hole, just a breath away from penetration.

Ichigo tried to slide down against the wall, tried to just take what he wanted, but Grimmjow's grip didn't allow any of it- the bastard. "Grimmjow!" The larger male just watched, animalistic gleam to his eyes as he tortured his partner with a slow touch to Ichigo's sex and a teasing grind with his hips. "Please!"

"Please what?" I hate you~

"Please do it." The reaper finally relented, sliding his hands under Grimmjow's shirt and clawing hard, "Put it in, put it in me, I want it, put it i-aaahn!" The sexta took him with one thrust, so deep that all Ichigo could do was ride the wave of his ecstasy and cry out. Grimmjow was soon driving in and out as promised, over and over, hammering into Ichigo's insides; hitting that cluster of nerves that made the reaper's toes curl and his blood turn hot.

"You're drooling." Grimmjow told him in a husky voice, licking the boy's top lip. Ichigo shuddered, too wrapped up in the actions around him- the dick that was ramming inside him, the orgasm that played his body crown to toe, the tongue that teased his lips- to care about words. Too soon, Ichigo was there, his muscles locked, channel tightening around Grimmjow's member, and he came, spurting seed across his stomach. Grimmjow growled, rutting a few more times as the reaper's body clamped around him, and also coming.

Ichigo closed his eyes, trying to regain his breath, but opened his eyes with a jerk when he felt Grimmjow start to move, "No!" He snapped, and gripped the rope, "Stay inside."

Grimmjow looked at his partner's hand on the rope and grinned, "Make me."

Ichigo tightened his legs around the panther's waist and then yanked on the rope, pulling it tight around the larger male's throat. Grimmjow pulled back a little more, but was stopped by the rope tightening even more, Ichigo could see the rope make a slight indentation in the sexta's skin.

Grimmjow's blue eyes pierced, wild and aroused, the reaper could feel his partner's dick get hard again, "Now what?"

"Inside." He commanded, and let out a cry when the sexta thrust into the hilt once again, "Yeees~" He tugged on the rope, "Again." Grimmjow complied, slamming into that spot, sending a rippling, numbing sensation through Ichigo's legs. The boy wrenched on the rope, dictating the speed at which he was fucked a second time. Fast, fast, slow. Harder and quicker, climax taunting him again. Fast, fast, slow, fast, fast, fast, more. Grimmjow growled as Ichigo orgasmed again, pulling hard on the rope in a way that made Grimmjow's head swim just for a moment before his body flushed with pleasure and he was pouring more seed inside.

Ichigo panted, body weak and still spasming sporadically. He heard Grimmjow chuckle lowly, "Wonder if I'm going to bruise."

"Huh?" Ichigo peered at his partner, then went wide eyed when he noticed that the rope had left a definite mark around Grimmjow's throat, "I-I'm so sorry! I-!" Grimmjow nipped his lips, cutting him off.

"Hush, I'm kidding, I doubt there's barely a mark." Grimmjow purred, pressing his forehead to Ichigo's.

"Bu-but-" Sure, its only light pink, but its still there!

"Besides, I wouldn't care if there was," Cerulean eyes bore into honey brown ones, "that was great." Ichigo blushed, averting his eyes. "I'm ready for the next position." Oh no.

The End~

BTW: happy birthday to me, have some yaoi!