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If there's anyone left reading this story, anyway O.o sorry I took so long to update. Naughty me!
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"Wh- stop!" cried Ichigo, as the pub's lights quickly receded into the black night. "The hell, Grimmjow? Put me down!"
"Oh, you remembered my name? I'm honoured. Now stop your yapping, kid."
Ichigo struggled against the iron grip around his waist, knowing it was futile. The man's muscular build was far stronger than his own, slightly feminine one.
"Argh," the orangette whined in frustration, slamming his fists into any part of the larger man he could reach. He didn't even react to the punches, muscles deflecting them as effectively as a shield.
Ichigo allowed himself to go limp, sighing in defeat, "Damn you."
A low chuckle was his only reply.
The jerky journey continued in silence on both parts until Ichigo was suddenly thrown full-force from Grimmjow's back. He crashed through a room, smashing chairs and sending tables flying before slamming into the wall. Gasps and yells spread around, but no one moved to help him.
The blue haired man let out raucous laughter as he entered the room after the orangette, who was now climbing to his feet, blood trickling from several cuts over his body. Wiping blood from his eyes, he turned to give Grimmjow a furious look, grabbing Zangetsu from its place on his back.
"The fuck is wrong with you?" he yelled, pointing the sword at the larger man. "You dick!"
"Yeah, that's a good look," chuckled Grimmjow. "You look even sexier like that."
Ichigo's eyes widened and he felt heat spread across his face. "Sh-shut up, bastard," he growled, tightening the grip on his sword.
Cyan eyes stared into his with amusement, before their owner began to saunter towards Ichigo. The orangette's sword swing was knocked aside as though it had never happened, and cinnamon eyes grew even wider. Panic rose inside him, and Ichigo began to back away . Without even taking a full step he found the wall, and then Grimmjow was on him. The strong male flipped him around, slamming him against the wall and laughing seductively in his ear.
"G-get off me!" cried the boy, struggling helplessly against the unyielding grip.
"Grimmjow," came a velvety voice. "Take your toy outside."
Ichigo looked desperately to the source of the voice. It belonged to a young looking boy with silver hair, who was watching the encounter with a small frown.
"Aw, don't be a spoilsport, Hitsugaya!"
"I mean it. Why did you come here in the first place?" There was dislike in his voice, a kind of disgust at the man he was talking to, although it seemed obvious that he wasn't going to help Ichigo. Perhaps he just wasn't as strong as Grimmjow.
"I was going to Nnoi's, but then I got impatient as I passed by here," he winked, running his hands down Ichigo.
"Just take it outside, or I'll call Tousen."
With a sigh, Grimmjow once again threw Ichigo over his shoulder, throwing Zangetsu to the boy who ran this bar. "He'll collect it tomorrow."
"WAIT!" cried Ichigo as the man crossed to the door. "Help me!"
Hitsugaya gave the orangette a slightly apologetic look. "Move it on out, Grimmjow."
"NO!" Panic was gripping Ichigo's airways, and he could hardly breathe. He'd never felt fear like this. He thrashed and swung wildly against the hard body of the larger man, eyes searching desperately for help in the crowd. Fearful faces looked back at him, eyes all sorry but no assistance. Then, Ichigo was back in the darkness, hanging helplessly once more.
"Nnoiiiiii!" called Grimmjow happily, bursting through the door of a battered and poorly-lit building. A lopsided sign read 'Fight Club', installing yet more fear in Ichigo. The yells and shouts could be heard streets away, but the smell was something that only hit you when you opened the door. The sweat, blood, alcohol and smoke was overwhelming.
"What's up, Grimmy?" A huge, lanky man appeared out of the gloom, before eyeing up the limp orange-haired boy on his back. "…You need your room?"
Knowing laughter and banter passed between the two men before Grimmjow advanced into the noisy club. Most of the people backed away and quietened on seeing the blue haired man, but several wasted men reached out to grope at Ichigo, catcalling and cheering. Without hesitation, or even putting Ichigo down, Grimmjow snapped four necks. The men tumbled to the ground, lifeless, and silence settled in the room. Terror laced around Ichigo's throat as he stared at the bodies, before the ruthless killer adjusted his grip on him and set off through the club again.
As Grimmjow began to ascend the stairs at the back of the club, Ichigo heard Nnoitra's slightly disgruntled "as you were."
The room at the top of the stairs was incredible. It was clean, bright, luxurious, and a million miles different to the sweaty room that formed the fight club. He was thrown roughly on to the huge four-poster, staring up at the muscled man with apprehension. There was no point in lying to himself; Grimmjow was fucking sexy. His tousled blue locks and mischievous, or perhaps just insane, grin were quite something to behold. But, no matter how sexy he was, he was terrifying, and a complete nutter who wanted nothing but to kill and hurt people.
"Don't fucking touch me," Ichigo hissed in warning as the bluenette swaggered towards the bed.
"Oh, orange, your words hurt me!" he laughed, pushing the boy down on the bed. Roughly, he forced their lips together, sliding a hand between Ichigo's thighs.
Resistance was futile. There was no escaping Grimmjow or his sexual desires, and so Ichigo hardly fought back as his clothes were removed.
"See?" Grimmjow whispered, nibbling his neck. "You want this too, don't you, you dirty little bitch."
"N-no!" gasped Ichigo, blushing a deep crimson before muttering, "Bastard."
The infuriating chuckle was back again, echoing in his ears and making him feel degraded and humiliated.
"I don't," he tried to make his words sound forceful, but they sounded watery and pathetic. He felt foolish, trembling under Grimmjow's touch, fear and attraction to the big-headed fucker leaving him frozen.
Lost in his thoughts, Ichigo hadn't even noticed the point he'd become naked. Grimmjow was beside the bed, removing his boxers. The orangette could feel his mouth making an 'o' as he stared at the perfect form he'd seen earlier, now made even better by the addition of a large cock. Ichigo blushed as he noticed that the larger man's hair was natural, looking away with a face burning crimson.
Grimmjow laughed out loud when he turned round to see the orangette's blushing face, receiving a furious look in return.
"Ha, ha," he lowered himself on to the boy with a smile, rocking his hips slightly to draw gasps out of the smaller male. "That's good. Keep that look, I love it."
Ichigo scowled at the big-headed male, blushing through his glare. Every time Grimmjow rocked his hips, an involuntary gasp or moan left his lips, leaving him feeling foolish. His whole body was burning and every casual touch from the bluenette was like an electric shock along his tanned skin.
"Grimmjow…" Ichigo moaned, before slamming a hand over his mouth. He stared into amused cyan orbs with wide cinnamon ones, appalled at himself.
With a grin, Grimmjow positioned himself and rammed into Ichigo. The boy couldn't help but scream as the other's cock slammed into him, and he dug his nails deep into the bluenette's back, gasping. After giving him a moment to readjust to the new object inside him, Grimmjow began to pump in and out of the smaller male, who threw his head back, groaning deeply.
Ichigo opened his eyes slightly, to look at the beautiful man who was on top of him. Lust filled brown eyes met the blue ones, who were staring down at the orangette with an almost hunger. The look scared him a little, but he was having far too much fun to think about it right now.
"Mm," commented Grimmjow seriously. "Yeah, that one's even better then your angry one."
Ichigo closed his eyes again, not wanting to look at the lack of affection in Grimmjow's expression. There was enjoyment, and desire, but it was obvious that the orangette was nothing more than a sex toy.
"Ah," gasped the larger male, panting slightly now. "I'm gonna come, orange."
He reached for Ichigo's member, and began to stroke it seductively, quickly bringing him to the edge. Grimmjow was first, emptying himself into Ichigo before collapsing on him, where the orangette then emptied himself in the torso sandwich that had just been made.
"Ew," he muttered, feeling instantly dirty and in need of a wash. "Tell me there's a shower to be had."
The bluenette pointed at a door to their left without looking up. He remained limp as Ichigo extracted himself from beneath him and crossed to the bathroom.
Hot water had never felt so good. His backside was aching and felt slightly raw after the new experience of being with a man. Ichigo had always been a little confused about his sexuality, wanting to find the girls attractive, but never seeing them as anything but friends. His male friends were a different story, though. Renji had always been an object of desire to Ichigo, with his manly body and tattoos. Although, Renji was just as manly as his body suggested, and being with another man was probably laughable to him. So, Ichigo had never explored, staying innocent and untouched. Much to Ikkaku's amusement, he still blushed and stammered at a slightly provocative touch, whether from male or female. Now, Grimmjow had battered down any questioning to his sexuality, and shown the orangette that men were most definitely the way to go.
After returning from the shower, Ichigo found the larger man cleaned up and waiting by the door.
"Ready?" he asked in a bored voice.
"Um, for what?"
"I'm taking you back to your friends."
Ichigo was slightly hurt by these words. He'd presumed he was going to be staying with Grimmjow tonight.
No. What am I doing? I don't give a damn about him, I've just never had this before so I'd cling to any attachment.
"Oh, great."
Apparently he was deemed too slow to walk himself back, and he was once again thrown over the man's shoulder as soon as they were outside the fight club. Nnoitra had seen them off with many winks and chuckles.
After a silent journey, with any attempts at conversation completely rejected by Grimmjow, they were back outside Kyoraku's pub. The bluenette lowered Ichigo to the floor, gave him a wink and said "Thanks, orange," before turning to leave.
"My name's Ichigo," hissed the boy, blushing immediately after.
A single blue eyebrow was raised, and the older man made no attempt to hide his mirth-filled snort. He simply replied with an amused, "Right."
"Uh," Ichigo stammered as the older male once again tried to leave, attempting to stand in shadows to hide his burning face. "What district is that bar in? With the silver haired kid?"
Ichigo's brain had lost since lost consciousness; it was now just his mouth talking. He wasn't sure if he actually wanted this information, or if he was just trying to stop Grimmjow from leaving. Even if it was the latter, Grimmjow was clearly not going to comply.
"10. Hitsugaya. See ya orange."
This time, he was gone. Ichigo sighed with a mix of annoyance and hurt as he registered how he'd once again been called 'orange', after telling the prick his name. Feeling stroppy, he entered the bar and went to snuggle down with his friends, vowing not to tell them any of tonight's events, ever.
So? I'm sorry, I know I suck at lemons. I tried my hardest! T.T
I hope you enjoyed, anyhow, and give me some reviews, this story has no love! D: (If anyone voices the fact that it doesn't deserve love, I'll cry. Just pretend it's a fabulous piece of literature, kay?)
Until next time, kitties x