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17 Months

Chapter 10: Onsen Sword Play


Week 20

The rest of the trip is quiet again, only about an hour left to go. They only speak to point out cool things each sees on the side of the road. The ride is smooth and windingly beautiful, with clear brooks and shrine gates smattering the mountainside.

They finally sight the Inn off in the distance around one turn and cross over a large raging river.

"Shit! That's the rapids we're rafting tomorrow morning? Looks rough. Hope the instructor is good. Thank fuck I got swimming lessons before we left," Grimmjow remarks gratefully.

"They didn't look that crazy in the video on their website. Maybe it's a different part we're rafting. I'm glad the girls decided to get massages instead. They're tough but I'd rather not be worrying about them the whole time. Mizuiro is going with them and Ishida is going on some private Quincy hike or some bullshit, so it's me, you, Chado and Keigo."

"If he falls in, I'm not helpin'."

"Oh hush, Grimm. He's actually pretty strong... or I just never noticed before... ya know. He grips pretty tight when he manages to catch me off guard and he's knocked the wind outta me a few times tackling me."

"I'll grip my hands around his throat and choke the wind outta him if he pulls that shit again when I'm around. Better yet, ya tell him we're official and that means paws off from now on."

"Huh, okay Grimm. But don't start telling me where to go or what to do and who I should be friends with, got it? That shit's the worst and I won't stand for it," Ichigo warns with a chiding tone.

"Ugh, geez. Already layin' down the law, huh? Don't worry, they can look all they want, but no touchin'! And c'mon! I'd never control ya that way! I'd only guide you to my point of view passive aggressively! Ya gotta give me more credit than that! I can't believe ya wouldn't think I'd be smarter about it!" It's good Grimmjow has his 'in jest' winey voice down pat, it makes Ichigo snicker into his comm and squeeze his blue haired man's waist tighter. "And Grimm? What's with Grimm, huh?"

"You called me Ichi before. I liked it. So now you're Grimm," matter-of-factly.

"Okay, Grimm's fine, but ya have ta call me by my full name in the throws of passion. Don't mess up my fantasies!"

Ichigo clicks his tongue, "Awful," and rests his helmet against Grimmjow's back.

"I can hear you blushing!" Grimmjow chimes.

They reach the Ryokan and depart the bike, stretching from the fatigue and removing their helmets, attaching them securely to the locks. When they enter the Inn, two young women dressed in kimono greet the two gorgeous young men, but not before they give each other pointed looks, start to blush and switch positions. Grimmjow turns to Ichigo and raises his eyebrows like he's trying to say "see?". The orangette rolls his eyes and lets the employee take his boots off and place the slippers on his feet. Very traditional, very posh, most places nowadays have you take off and put on your own footwear.

"Who suggested this place?" Ichigo inquires.

"Urahara made all the arrangements. Why?"

"Of course he did." The two travelers make their way to the check-in desk as the two young women bow and step back, waiting for instruction.

Grimmjow speaks to the slightly older but just as lovely wide-eyed kimono clad receptionist, "Reservation for Jaegerjaques, party of 8. The rest will be along shortly with our bags."

"Yes, you are Jaegerjaques-sama?" Grimmjow nods. "Three traditional suites and one royal executive with a western?" Grimmjow nods again, takes out his wallet, and hands her his ID and an American Express Black card with his name on it.

Ichigo's throat clearing problem and his abrupt turn from the desk when the card was whipped out doesn't go unnoticed by his blue haired companion. He steps closer to the silently hyperventilating younger man and whispers into his ear, "Told ya... Loaded. Relax, I'll explain in the room." He grazes his lips forward along his delicious Berry's cheekbone, then softly and sensually pecks the apple of Ichigo's cheek while laying eyes on the two young women ogling them, effectively putting the kibosh on any future possible flirting on their part as they both embarrassingly look away.

The receptionist, too busy to notice with her nose in the computer, hands Grimmjow back his cards, "Miyoko and Hatsuna will see you to your room, Jaegerjaques-sama. Your luggage will be brought to your room when it arrives. Thank you and have a pleasant stay at Four Heavens Ryokan and Onsen," she bows deeply and politely before stretching her hand towards the two women, handing one a blue sleeve. The guys walk behind their guides for a short while, turning corners, passing other rooms, walking down stairs and through a beautiful atrium till they get to a different wing of the rather large Inn.

They stop at a corner door with a security system. One girl kneels at the bottom of the door while the other slips the key in the box on the side, unlocking the mechanism, then stepping to bow respectively as the other slides the entrance open. "Thank you for your visit," both girls say in unison.

Grimmjow, beckons for Ichigo to enter first and what awaits his fascinated orbs is the largest, most luxuriant hotel room he's ever seen in person. Yuzu sometimes watches this extravagant lifestyle show in the evenings and this room could be on par with the ones he's glanced at apathetically while reading.

The flooring is traditional tatami with a western style king sized bed on a raised wooden platform to the right of the bath entrance. Across from the bed is a closet and a large dresser with a 52-inch flat screen mounted above. Adjacent to the bed is a low western style couch in an L-shape and coffee table and behind the sitting area is a long traditional Japanese dining table with room for eight, overlooking a wall of sliding glass panels, which both of the women are opening for them.

The wall completely retracts to showcase the very beautiful, very private, huge open air bath and garden. The walls flanking either side of the expansive, private area are stone, high enough to keep inquisitive eyes away and the opposite end is clad with a lower stone wall that keeps people from falling down the slope that leads to the river down below but doesn't obstruct the view. The opposite bank rises back up to a perfectly picturesque tree filled mountainside.

"Jaegerjaques-sama, breakfast and dinner are served in your room at 8am and 8pm unless otherwise specified. Lunch is served in the dining room across from the atrium between the times of noon and two unless you would like for them to be served privately here, which you can request by dialing us using this button." The lighter brunette motions to the button on the phone by the bed as the darker brunette speaks. "Your private onsen, along with the public onsen in the middle of the Resort, is filled with natural spring water piped in from the mountainside. We regulate our pools to mimic the temperature of the original spring and there is an outdoor shower for your convenience."

Light Brown Ogler points to the full outdoor stand-up rain shower complete with a handheld and stool jutting from the right stone wall. It has a wooden screen surrounding two sides, but the open section is facing the suite. Grimmjow is trapped for a moment in a fantasy starring his sexy, Tricky Berry stripping and rinsing and lathering up slowly while Grimmjow watches from the couch. The orangette teases him through the glass, locking eyes as he's running his hands over his tight abdomen down to his half hard cock, pulling and stroking it for a thorough washing...

"There are three natural onsen pools scattered throughout the mountainside. The trails leading to each are clearly marked on the map. There are changing facilities near the pools, please remember to bring a towel. Unfortunately the fourth pool is not reachable at the moment due to a landslide destroying the bridge across the ravine." She marks off the fourth with a pen pulled from her sleeve, "This act of nature unfortunately happened just two weeks ago after your reservations were confirmed. We hope this does not reflect poorly on your stay here and we ask, for the safety of our patrons, not to try crossing the ravine by any other means. Do you have any questions Jaegerjaques-sama?" Darker Brunette Ogler asks Grimmjow.

"Hmm? What? Oh, no. Ladies, this is Kurosaki-sama," the girls bow respectfully to Ichigo, "If he calls for anything, get him what he wants."

"Yes, Jaegerjaques-sama."

"Ichi, did that all sound ok? Do you want to change anything?"

"Could we have breakfast at 9 tomorrow? We're on vacation, I'd like to sleep in a little."

Grimmjow stares at the two girls until they get the point, "As you wish Kurosaki-sama."

"And we'd like dinner for all our guests set up in this room this evening. Let the rest of our party know when they are showed to their rooms."

"Yes Jaegerjaques-sama."

"They should all be just down the hall from us, Ichi, not far. You hungry now? Do you want food here or at the dining hall?"

"I'm starving, but should we wait for everyone else? And I wanna get cleaned and changed now."

"Okay, that's it for now girls. We'll call you if we need you."

"Yes Jaegerjaques-sama. Please excuse us." The young women take their leave bowing and closing the door behind them.

Grimmjow takes off his coat and throws himself onto the couch, "Gah! I thought they'd never leave. I hate that sama shit. Urahara made a stink about me not interrupting their tradition, but all that pomp and circumstance just blows. It's tiring."

"I would never have guessed. You were very convincing. I almost started calling you Jaegerjaques-sama." Ichigo goes over to open the closet door.

"You're only allowed to call me that when you're all tied up and begging for release."

"Ha! You'd have to catch me first, never gonna happen. There's a bar with mini fridge in here and our yukata, you wanna-"

Grimmjow comes up behind Ichigo. Instead of starting a war like he thought he might have with his fighting words, Grimmjow takes him by complete surprise. He slides the orangette's coat off slowly, throwing it on the couch near his own. He glides his fingers down Ichigo's tight back muscles and his breathy baritone, vibrating against spiky orange hair, makes the younger teen shiver with delight, "Oh my Tricky, Tricky Berry... You'll just have wait till I get the chance to bed you properly before I accept your idle taunting. I'm a patient man for you, and I'll make good on my promise, and I do promise when you're ready, to take you blissfully and passionately our first time together... and our second and third... But after, I won't hold back anymore. You should remember what that means. I never back down from a challenge and when I want to win, I get what I want by any means necessary. I'll also promise you this, I'll never ever hurt you beyond repair, I'll always kiss it and make it better, and I'll always always keep you begging for more."

Ichigo, thoroughly aroused, cranes his neck back and leans to the side, resting his head on Grimmjow's left bicep as the bluenette encircles the man in front of him with strong ripped arms. He gazes up into glittering cyan eyes with half lidded amber flecked ones and manages to eventually pant out-

"Always?"

"Always."

"Mmm, I accept... But... what do I get if I win?"

Grimmjow chuckles at the question, "I don't know, anything you want I guess, within reason."

"Within reason? You mean, you get whatever you want and I get limitations?"

"You're so smart! I'm glad you're catching on so quickly." The ex-Espada sarcastically proclaims.

Ichigo, inflamed, knocks Grimmjow's arms away, "Stingy double standard bastard! That's never gonna fly! I'm warning yo-"

Grimmjow flings the angry ginger up and onto the bed and jumps on his abdomen, pinning him down. Laughing as the younger man cusses up a storm, the bluenette captures Ichigo's flailing fists and pins those above his head, "Calm down, dummy! I was joking! Wow! I didn't know you cared so much." Grimmjow starts to nuzzle against his passionate ginger's cheek and gliding his lips along his jawline, calming his man down enough to start the conversation again.

"Could ya let go?" The bluenette complies, sitting back up and waiting for Ichigo to continue. The teen looks off into the garden, too embarrassed to look the other man in the eye, "God, Grimmjow. Ya know, it's not like I don't think about s- stuff. I have fantasies too, ya know!"

"I know. I can't wait to hear all of them. You wanna tell me one right now? I'm all ears."

"Well-" just then comes a knock at the door.

"Dammit! Hold that thought." Grimmjow gets up to answer the door. He adjusts his disheveled clothing and runs his hands through his hair a few times. Ichigo does the same behind him rolling off the bed and sitting on the couch crossing his ankle onto his knee and picking up the hotel information packet on the coffee table making it look like he's been immersed in its information for quite some time. After Grimmjow rolls his eyes at Ichigo's nonchalant act, he opens the door. Feisty is on the other side holding their luggage and looking quite perplexed.

"What the hell Grimmjow?! Our rooms look waaaay more expensive than the measly fifty-thousand yen I gave to Urahara to... Holy moley green cannoli!" She knocks Grimmjow outta the way of the entrance dropping the bags, and turning in circles, wide eyed, taking in the extravagant room. She runs to the bathroom, "Dude! There's one of those mega expensive electronic toilets that shoots hot water up your ass then has the decency to dry you off afterwards in here! And a stand up shower big enough for two! And a jacuzzi?! Ichigo! You lucky fuckin' dog you!" She runs back out to point at the onsen with her mouth wide open. She keeps walking towards the pool pointing town quickly to the dining table, "Is this where we're eating tonight? Sweet!"

"Yes, and if you're not shy, you all can use the onsen, too, tonight after dinner." Grimmjow offers.

"That's what we're here for, isn't it? Shouldn't have come if you're gonna be a pussy about nudity."

"Very well put, don't forget to tell everybody."

"Tell them all yourself, we're going to get washed and changed and meet up to have lunch in fifteen, ya think ya can make it?"

"Actually, Tatsuki," Ichigo chimes in from his spot on the couch, "I kinda got a stomach ache from the ride up here, so I'm going to pass. Can we all meet up later to go exploring? I should feel better in a while. Let's say 3:00?"

"Oh yeah, me too, Feisty. I'm pretty tired from ridin'. I think I'll stay back here and take a nap and play nursemaid to this poor baby."

"Suuuurrrrreeee. Heeyyy, I could get Orihime for you? She can cure ya in seconds fla-."

"Noooo!" and "No, thanks!" are said in unison by the two young men.

"...t. Uh huh. Don't worry I'm leavin'," She saunters over to the sliding door, "and next time fellas... When you wanna make up a story to hide your makeouts, be sure to smooth the wrinkles out of the bedspread before ya let someone in!" And she slams the door on the big fake grin pinned to her face.

Ichigo looks mortified and Grimmjow can't help busting a gut. "She's formidable! Can't put nothin' over that one!" Grimmjow goes over to pick up the three bags Feisty left by the door, "Hey, what's this bag?" He tosses the luggage on top of the bed, about to open the third odd looking one and Ichigo jumps up over the coffee table to snatch the long thin black bag from the curious man.

"It's!" The orangette starts to turn a lovely shade of pink, "It's your present... And my fantasy... Well, part of it." Ichigo explains with his chin up high.

"You- you little devil, you! You had this planned all along?"

"Yeah! Why do you think I got so mad before!? Telling me I may not get what I want! Of all the gall!"

"And I said it was a joke! Don't get mad all over again! I swear I'll never tell you no to anything you want!

"Swear?"

"Swear!"

"Fine. Are you ready?"

"Yes, lay it on me."

Ichigo unzips the bag and pulls out two wooden swords and throws one to the other. The man catches the sword effortlessly and rotates it around his wrist catching the hilt with his other hand and holding it out to assessing the balance and craftsmanship. They're not the flimsy bamboo swords used in tournament, they're solid and weighty, made from some kind of hard wood. Grimmjow innerly revels in the choice of weaponry, proving to him that Ichigo trusts him and more importantly prefers it rough, but not too rough.

Ichigo tosses his sword, making it spin like a coin on its axis, catching it again by its grip, "They're no Zangetsu or Pantera, but I thought they would do for what I had in mind." The blue haired warrior raises one eyebrow, "A duel. First hit wins."

"It'd be over and done within seconds! Make it fun for me, Ichi."

"Okay, okay," the ginger thinks for a moment, "first one to land three hits wins. Anywhere counts, just like old times... kinda."

"What are the stakes? I prefer sexual!"

"Gah! Why does it have to be sexual?"

"What else is there? What's the point of livin' here if ya can't make everything about sex? Besides, don't lie, you want it too, ya already said it was part of your fantasy."

"Okay, ya got me. Well, what do you want? N- no penetration!" The younger teen looks down, "I'm not ready for that... Not yet."

Grimmjow comes to stand in front of Ichigo. He takes the orangette's chin in his hand and raises it up so they're looking eye to eye, "Didn't I already say today 'when you're ready'? Besides, that's not what I was thinking at all. In fact, there's been something running through my mind ever since those Oglers pointed it out to us." He motions with his head over his shoulder and Ichigo follows his gesture, "I want ya ta take a shower fer me. I'm gonna sit right there on the couch and watch ya. I wanna see how thorough you can be."

"That's what had you so distracted when the girls were doing their spiel? Okay. Now if I win... Remember this morning?"

"Yeaaaaah? Why?"

Ichigo's intonation switches to only-for-Grimmjow mode, "When I'm being literal, you'll know it."

Grimmjow's jaw drops and his sword clatters to the ground, "I forfeit! You win!" He shoves his tongue down the caught-off-guard ginger's throat, causing him to release a muffled high pitched yelp. Grimmjow lifts him up by his thighs forcing a release of their mouths.

Ichigo protests, "No! This is not how this is supposed to work! Put me down!" He turns and drops Ichigo onto the bed and starts peeling the tight grey T he's been wearing, exposing his intricately sculpted upper body.

"Oh fine! You're killing me! You know this, right?!" Grimmjow runs an exasperated hand through his blue locks and Ichigo stands back up reaching out towards the older man's chest, tracing the visible scar running from his left shoulder to his right hip.

"It's lighter... but you kept the scar? Why?"

"Mm, that feels nice... Eh, it reminds me of you, of the first time we met. I thought you were somethin' else. That was the start of my obsession with you." Ichigo runs his hands across his abdomen feeling the ridges of his well defined abs muscles, circling his thumb around what used to be empty space that is now a perfectly formed, taught innie belly button.

"You know, we can just lay down right here and worship each other's bodies. You can touch all ya want, I got no problem with that." Grimmjow taunts the awfully curious young man which makes him retract his hand quickly. He sighs deeply in disappointment, "Come on, let's get this started. The sooner we finish the sooner I get my reward." He unzips his pants and strips them off, taking his socks off along with them.

"Why are you getting naked?!"

"Just to my underwear, I wanna be as free as possible, we don't have hakama here." His briefs are tight and colorful, bikini style with a grey band and piping. There's a graphic of a purple rocket over his rather endowed package with the word 'BOMB' scrolled above. His body is perfection with his defined muscles and his deep cut hips and his crazy sexy legs.

"You look like a goddamn underwear model, Grimmjow. Why don't you pursue that career instead of the delivery job?"

"I don't see ya stripping! Do ya wanna do this or what? I'll meet you out in the garden, it's as good a place as any." He rests the wooden blade along the back of his neck with both arms hanging off the edges and turns to leave, flashing a large gothic six slanted in the lower middle right of his back.

"You kept the tattoo too?!"

"Fight now! Reward after! Talk later!"

"Okay, okay! Geez... Don't have a conniption." Ichigo mumbles to himself as he strips down to his own black and red boy short boxer briefs, picks his sword up and storms out into the garden to an awaiting Grimmjow. Ichigo dons a pouty scowl as he huffs up to a position just across and points his sword at the stern ex-Espada. "You'd better not throw this match just because you like my reward better!"

The blue haired Adonis slyly feigns, "Who me? I'd never!"

Ichigo picks up on his fibbing undertone this time and gets an idea. Mimicking Grimm's street, Ichigo taunts, "Ha! I bet yer so rusty ya can't even lay a finger on me! If ya manage ta win I'll give ya both rewards just fer the hell of it, but ya won't, so I'll-"

His underhanded dig works a little too well this time. The blue haired warrior's eyes seem to glow electric blue with fury as he lets out a huge fighter's roar and attacks Ichigo. He anticipated a reaction but not one quite as steadfast as the slash aimed for his head. He raises his sword to block the high slash and when Grimmjow gets within arms reach he lays his finger lightly in the middle of Ichigo's chest and grins like the maniac he remembers, only now with a distinct undertone of lust. It sends a shiver up Ichigo's spine and the orange haired swordsman retaliates with his own scowling but hungry gaze as he knocks back his cocky warrior.

For the first time in ages each sizes one another up, both enjoying their graceful, deliberate movements. This time, there is no Getsuga or Cero, no shunpo or sonído. There is a streak of mourning intertwined with the excitement but it is quickly dispersed as Ichigo attacks. They counter each other's quick thrusts with the expertise each affords, dancing their way about the expansive private grounds avoiding obstacles subconsciously.

One good turn and jab, grazes across Ichigo's cheek, landing Grimmjow the first blow. "That's one!" Grimmjow shouts as he jumps back and starts to laugh and Ichigo gives him a look like he should shut the hell up which makes him laugh all the harder. His asshole behavior angers the ginger who kicks off a tall sturdy pine and launches himself at the bluenette. The bluenette diverts the point away from his chest but the faux blade still manages to slice across his right forearm. The force from Ichigo's body isn't easily diverted either as he slams into his companion, knocking him back against one of the walls. Grimmjow realizes he has to roll to the side quickly to avoid the furious redhead's next attack. He leaps to the lower fence, traversing the wide stone ledge at the end of the property. Peering down for a second to the steep rocky hill below he notices how not fun it would be to fall at the moment. Ichigo is on the ground at his tail, when he gets to the end of the running surface, he has no choice but to flip off the end over his orangette's head narrowly missing a slash to his left calf, landing at the young man's exposed backside.

Grimmjow slices from his right but the hit is blocked by Ichigo's sword coming over his right shoulder. With both hands on the hilt, Ichigo has enough force to swing out and turn from his position to face forward once again. They cut across the terrain passionately striking and defending. Grimmjow, annoyed that he's been on the defense for the last few minutes, pounces onto one of the large, smooth boulders surrounding their personal onsen to try and gain the upper hand on the situation. Ichigo joins him on the surround, balancing keenly as he continues thwarting the easily excitable ex-Espada. He was sure Ichigo wouldn't be able to keep up with him on the rocks but he proves to be as nimble as he is. He forgot he shouldn't underestimate his Tricky Berry.

In a burst of rage and power, Grimmjow swings hard in a downward motion. Not wanting to get knocked off the rocks, Ichigo's reaction is to crouch down, raising his sword above his head with both hands on either side of the length, to disperse the blow's power. The impact lands in the center of the wood with such force the weapon cracks in two. On instinct, the orangette thrusts into Grimmjow's gut with the piece in his left hand and sweeps the larger man's legs with the right. Ichigo lands the stomach blow but the agile bluenette jumps at the leg sweep. Ichigo, hops back to avoid any countermove but upon Grimmjow's return to the surface of the large boulder, he looses his footing and slips backwards. Grimmjow cracks his head against one of the jutting rocks and rolls to his left into the hot watered onsen. Ichigo laughs for the moment at the fallen man, hardly believing he would falter like that, until he realizes something is amiss.

Grimmjow isn't moving from his position- floating head down, arms floating to either side. There's a trickle of blood seeping from a hidden wound in the man's wet sky blue hair clouding the water. "Grimm!" Ichigo is full on hysterical at the sight before him, he discards his weapon, jumps from the boulder into the water and rounds the body toward his head area so he can flip his injured companion from the shoulders. As soon as he's in position, the ex-Espada reaches out for the floating katana at his side, thrusts it through the concerned ginger's legs and bounces it off each of the younger man's wet thighs as he lifts his head from the water.

"Two, three!" Grimmjow shouts as he stands in the shallow water. "Gotcha! Now pay up, Buttercup!"

Ichigo is stunned to say the least, "Wh- what? You did it on purpose? You looked like you were fucking unconscious! You lousy cheating fucking bastard!"

"'Member what I said? Any means necessary. Who's the tricky one now, huh?" Ichigo launches himself at the laughing man. Preparing to defend, Grimmjow raises his arms up to block his upper body and head from attacks, but the only thing Ichigo does his grab his blue haired man by the waist and covers his body with his own. Thrown off by the reaction, Grimmjow lets out a grunt, raising his arms to either side and stairs down at the younger man.

Ichigo looks up into astounded blue eyes, "That's fine. You can trick me all you want. Just always get back up, okay? And next time we play ruff we should make sure someone's here to heal us in case something goes wrong." Grimmjow brings his arms down around his concerned orangette. He's admiring the feeling of Ichigo's hard wet body pressed up against his but doesn't want to get carried away, not just yet. He notices the line across the young mans cheek turning deeper crimson and brings his lips down to kiss along the mark.

The action causes his head to throb and Grimmjow flinches and sucks in a breath between his teeth, lightly padding the seeping wound with his fingertips. "Kissing and making it better works both ways ya know." Ichigo sniggers, kisses the bluenette's upper arm but pokes the man in forehead, "I'm not kissing that, you did that one to yourself. Go find Inoue and beg her to patch you up. I don't want you bleeding all over the room."

Grimmjow agrees and they both get out of the onsen. Ichigo finds the bench beside the outside of the outdoor shower has plenty of towels nestled inside. They dry off and Grimmjow walks into the room and finds two yukata, handing one over to Ichigo and putting his on temporarily to go find Inoue. He leaves Ichigo standing with his towel wrapped around his waist, waiving goodbye he says he'll just be just a few minutes, hopefully. He grabs a key card and closes the door securely behind him.

Grimmjow finds The Girly and the others finishing their lunches in the dining room. He walks back with them to their rooms down the hall chatting away about how delicious the food is and what kind of exploring they have planned later, in about an hour after their rest. They want to go see the outdoor natural onsen nestled throughout the trails around the Inn. When they turn the corner to their wing, Grimmjow notices a man with thick shaggy black hair and thick brown glasses glancing for a split second at his room entrance, but instantly puts on a goofy grin and bows repeatedly to the passing group saying something about how lost he is in such a large hotel trying to find the designated smoking area as he rolls one between his thick fingers. The gang apologizes they cannot be of more help as none of them smoke and they get back to their rooms to tend to the injured larger man.

After a couple easy minutes of Grimmjow standing and joking with the girls about how this will be the only glowing halo he'll ever have around his head, he thanks The Girly and leaves to head back to his awaiting partner.

He opens the door and turns to shut it behind him, "I gotta say, it's pretty handy havin' a healer... holy shit."

When Grimmjow turns around, he gets an eyeful of a completely hot, utterly sexy, and sinfully naked Ichigo in the outdoor shower. He's got his hands pressed up against the stone wall with one knee bent, stretching underneath the shower head with rivulets of steamy water spraying down his backside. Ichigo turns his head and peers over his arm, a crinkle of amusement and lasciviousness catches in his heated tawny gaze. He stands erect under the spray, eyes closed, letting the hot water rush over his face as he runs his fingers through his hair.

Grimmjow unconsciously walks toward the orangette. It seems the young man has closed the sliding glass panels to the outdoors, smartly adding to the lewdness of the voyeurism. He forgoes the couch to stand in front of the glass panel, practically pressing his body against it. The younger man is glorious. His body is sturdy and sinewy with smooth, sun kissed unblemished skin covering his smaller undulating muscles. He starts to wash his darkened orange hair, lathering the shampoo and letting the suds flow down his body, catching in the tight crack of his bottom and the tidy short ginger hair above his sizable member. It's only slightly awakened from the hot water but Grimmjow can tell already the younger male's got nothin' to complain or be self conscious about.

After he wipes the water and soap from his eyes, the wet man turns his head to see what Grimmjow is doing. Seeing how much closer he is than he said he was going to be, puts a red glow over his other cheek to match the mark Grimmjow gave him earlier.

Grimmjow is sexily serious, taking in the salacious scene before him, biting his bottom lip and letting small moans seep from his mouth every time Ichigo moves. Ichigo turns back to the wall and flips a switch diverting the water from the detachable shower head to the rain shower arched higher above. Ichigo tips his head back and turns to fully face the bluenette. An audible "Oh God" is heard from the other side of the glass making Ichigo let one of his own moans loose. He finishes rinsing his hair quickly, grabbing the bar of soap, wetting it generously and pulling the chain above to interrupt the water flow. He locks eyes back onto the older man practically salivating behind the glass. Ichigo starts to lather the soap, turning it between strong hands. He keeps eye contact with his sexy blue beast, matching half lidded lust filled stares as his sudsy hands begin to wash. First his chest and his arms then he glides across his tight abs. Then he turns, teasingly looking over his shoulder. Grimmjow raises an eyebrow but quickly his jaw parts and head tilts when Ichigo puts the soap down to use both hands to caress and knead his firm ass muscles.

The now seemingly shameless orangette turns back to Grimmjow and fists his hardening member, stroking it slowly and using the rest of the soap on his hands to lather it up. Ichigo rolls his head to the side, panting softly and watching himself touch his now ridged length. Grimmjow's right hand comes up to adjust his rock hard cock in his still damp underwear. He pulls it to the side but keeps his hand there, running his fingers along the thick length inside the parted yukata as he watches his younger man play with himself unabashedly. Ichigo looks up to see Grimmjow touching himself. He groans and thumbs his tip, now dripping with precum. He flips his hand around, fingers down and front of his hand facing out, pulling his cock to the side and caressing his supple sack. He stares back hard at Grimmjow, then his left hand comes up and fingers cup together to bidding the older man to come to him.

Grimmjow nods his head and paces to where the panels part and slips through the doors when he opens them. Standing before Ichigo he starts to give instruction, "Take off your yukata." Ichigo draws out in his deep sexy command. Grimmjow complies, not bothering to hang it up and letting the garment fall behind him. "Come here, you won't be needing those." Ichigo grabs him by the hips, drawing him near. He slips his fingers between the bluenette's skin and waistband pulling the fabric away from Grimmjow's well endowed member. It's thick and perfectly long surrounded by slightly darker short blue hair. Ichigo lets out a small gasp and mouths the word "wow" just as the bluenette looks up to see his reaction. It makes the happy older man's eyebrows raise and one side of his lips twitch upward in a silly proud grin. Ichigo shakes his head at the older man's lack of humility and decides to tease him a little. He shimmies his tight wet pants down, freeing the bluenette's member. As it bobs heavily between them, Ichigo squats down to pull the underwear down to Grimm's ankles all the while staring at the slicked-tipped penis before him. He grabs the bluenette's thighs and Grimmjow groans. Ichigo licks his lips but before he can make good on his act, he quickly stands back up, "Easy big boy, all in good time. Now could you use those big hands of yours to rinse me off while I give you a good washing?"

"This is better than I ever could have imagined, you know this right? Fuck! Look how hard I am right now! This is all because of you, ya know-"

"Shh. Less talking and more touching," Ichigo pulls the handle, releasing the water from the rain shower again and reaches for the soap, but his wrist is captured by the larger man and he backs him up against the smooth wet wood of the partition, gliding his body over the younger sticky slick man.

Grimmjow lifts one of Ichigo's legs over his hip, he trails his strong, free hand along his torso, then gripping around his ear and caressing his reddened cheek with his thumb. He looks into Ichigo's eyes, "I've wanted to touch you all over for months now. You are so fucking hot, and smart and strong and I'm so lucky you love me so much or I woulda had a lot tougher time foolin' ya."

They kiss hard under the raining warm water. Rubbing tongues and bodies together and trailing their curious hands all over, each lets out their own turned on groans and grunts. Grimmjow pulls away to eye their straining members rubbing against each other. He reaches down and grabs the two dripping stiff cocks and Ichigo let's out a loud vibrating moan.

"Uuuunnnn, Grimm."

"Oh yeah, I love that sound, moan some more for me." He nips and sucks along Ichigo's jawline and runs his tongue down his hot wet neck as Ichigo grants his request, making greedy wonton sounds escape from his lips. Grimmjow rubs and strokes both members firmly and slowly, wanting to make the delicious act last as long as he can, but Ichigo has other plans.

"Ungh, Grimm! Sssuck my cock! ...Now!"

"Fffuck!" The heated, sexy words almost makes Grimmjow lose his load too soon. He shoves his tongue down his man's throat one more quick time before dropping to his knees and getting to business. He can tell his orangette is very close, he is too. His dick is pulsing and it's darker at the tip, so instead of making his task long and drawn out, he decides to make it blackout hard and quick. He takes Ichigo's straining member into his mouth and sucks hard and fast as he grabs ahold of his own throbbing dick, tugging in sync with the short jerking motion of his mouth.

Ichigo pants wildly as he runs his shaking hands through Grimmjow's soaking wet hair, "Ah ah ah ah... Grimmjow! So... fast! ...I'm gonna!... Uhnnn... uh uh uh..."

Grimmjow moans his own release as Ichigo drains hot spurts of salty, sticky semen down his throat. He frees Ichigo from his mouth and plants one last kiss on his spent member. Ichigo's quivering legs can't hold his weight anymore and he slides down the drenched wood to sit before his heaving blue haired man. Head back and listing tiredly to one side, Ichigo flutters open sated eyes, "Sorry, I wanted to take care of you too."

"Unh, don't worry. S'okay. I couldn't hold it. Next time."

Ichigo, pulls the corners of his mouth up, "Mm, yes. Definitely... Next time." He leans forward to rest his head against Grimmjow's hard chest for a moment, then starts to trail kiss all over his large man's pecs, then up his strong neck and finally delving to taste himself inside his hot bluenette's mouth.

"Unfortunately…we have ta stop… Our friends… will be here soon… to meet us… Think you can stand and get cleaned up quickly?" Grimmjow states between kisses as he caresses his orangette's back.

"I love how you say, 'our friends', it seems so right. Sure, I guess I can get up... Only if I can wash you... I'll be good, I promise. ...Maybe."

So! If you wanna peek at the underwear Grimm was wearing, Download the free issue of Voltage magazine in you app store, I have Apple newsstand, I'm not sure if they have it online anywhere else. I did a lot of research on Onsen and natural springs. My Onsen pays homage to my first favorite manga/anime Fushigi Yuugi. More references will come later ;) Hope you liked, Waaayyyy more to come in the future!