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Strawberry's Hunger

The next morning…

After breakfast, they had decided to go to the field and play soccer. Ichigo's little sisters, the kids from the Urahara shop, Urahara, all the Shinigami, Ichigo's friends and Ichigo were playing soccer, intent on not losing to the other team.

Ichigo had decided to seat this one out. He got off the off the mound of ground where he was sitting, dusted off his pants and set off walking. Grimmjow silently followed behind. Ulquiorra had stayed behind due to the face that he had a raging fever (?) So, Grimmjow was all alone in his mission.

Grimmjow grinned to himself. He couldn't bring himself to stay away from Ichigo any longer. Naturally, he had a plan. Sort of. Not really.

First plan of action was: to show himself to Ichigo when Ichigo was alone. Second was: he hadn't quite gotten that far yet because he kept dreaming that Ichigo would jump on him and try to kiss him senseless because he missed Grimmjow so much. See the key word, try, that's because Grimm would absolutely ravish him first. That's when he stopped daydreaming because he remembered the last time he absolutely ravished Ichigo and that had not turned out so well. Ichigo was crying and sobbing in pain. He didn't ever want to see Ichigo in pain.

Ichigo entered the forest just off the park where signs pointed and said a bunch of crap about trails and all that. Grimmjow just followed. Ichigo, at first, stayed on the trails but a bit later drifted off to a side, zig-zagging across and around trees. He climbed trees, got to the highest point and jumped to the next tree ('I'm a ninja' he thought), which gave Grimmjow a heart attach because he thought that Ichigo would fall and die. He itched to pull Ichigo to himself and spank him for bad behavior but stopped in time to remind himself that he was here to observe, observe. It became a chant. Observe. Observe. It seemed like it was working. Ya right, there were only so many times he could stop himself.

All of a sudden, Ichigo jumped to the ground after a while of ninja-ing. He looked around, blinked, looked around again, then sat on the leaf strewn ground, which crunched as his weight settled on it. Grimmjow barely heard it but Ichigo whispered softly, "I'm lost." He started to talk louder, "I can't believe this. I'm lost. I could kick an army of hollow's ass and I get lost in a little forest."

He shook his head, and fished his cell phone out of is pocket. "Let there be signal. Let there be signal." He chanted. He opened his scrunched closed eyes and gave a sigh of disappointment. "No signal. I should've known."

He stayed silent and Grimmjow just stared at the blatant beauty of the orange haired boy. He looked ethereal, just sprawled out on the ground, where the leaves were multi colored, some red, others orange, while others were still green. His orange hair was messy (as always) but sticking close to his face, framing it; was Ichigo letting it grow out? He had on a sky-blue skin tight shirt which showed and accentuated the hardness of his body. To go with his shirt, he had on a pair of black skinny jeans that was not too tight as to show every curve of his legs. He also wore blue sneakers with black shoe laces. His blue shirt made his hair seem brighter, which in turn made his eyes look more deeper, with flecks of ember in them.

"Ichigo" Grimmjow almost groaned. He let his shield go, showing himself.

"What's a shinigami like you doing in the middle of nowhere?" Grimmjow asked cockily leaning against a tree, flexing his abs. 'was that too corny? Man, that was too corny.'

Ichigo's breath got caught in his throat. Heat pooled in his stomach and coiled down, tightening and loosening, giving him pain but with a bit of pleasure following after it, making the pain worth it. He looked up to meet Grimm's intense stare, which almost caused him to convulse with pleasure that threatened to course through his body. He took a deep breath to steady himself, his chest rising and falling. I am calm, I am calm. He recited inside his head. But he knew that he was anything but calm as he felt heat rising to his cheeks and felt his lips going dry. He carefully stuck out his tongue and slowly swiped it across his top lip and then his lower lip, as not to disturb the peace of the forest. He imagined Grimm's lips on his own and closed his eyes ever so slowly only to snap them open as the sound of a thunderous crash was brought to his ears. He looked to see that Grimmjow had punched a hole through a tree.

He reluctantly kept his eyes open ( when his whole self wanted to go back to that wonderful dream) to see another tree fall down, causing all the animals hiding nearby and watching the going-ons between the two to scramble. (perverts)

Ichigo looked at the tree, then back at Grimmjow, tree, Grimmjow, tree, Grimm, tree, Grimmie-chan. The corners of his lips twitched to form a smiled, then he started to giggle.

Grimmjow turned away from the destruction he had just caused to look at a giggling Ichigo. A giggling Ichigo, rolling on the forest ground. A giggling Ichigo, rolling on the forest ground, his light-blue shirt riding up to expose his hips, then his belly button and more his six packs. Yep, Grimmjow'd like to tap that. Hearing his thoughts, he slapped himself. Ichigo stopped laughing and the two looked at each other before Ichigo started laughing again.

Grimm realized it must have looked pretty funny, him punching down a tree, then slapping himself. His lips graced a small smile, which Ichigo barely caught, although he pretended not to see it. Ichigo realized that this had been the most relaxed he had been since…a long time ago. He pushed himself down, so he was sprawled on the ground. He could smell the freshness of the air, which was missing from the air of his hometown. He heard a crunch of the leaves as a step was taken, then nothing moved. He could feel warmth beside him, he tilted his head to see a profile of Grimmjow. He kept staring, wanting to commit everything to memory; all the little details like how the other's blue eyes were sparkling like he had just heard a joke, his mouth curved up at the corners, his hands on his chin, making him look thoughtful. Grimm slowly turned his head, giving Ichigo time to away but Ichigo kept looking back, not even blinking.

'I forgive you, I forgive me. Tell me, it's ok to feel this way.' Who thought that, who felt it, it didn't matter.

It was like that for a moment or two, them staring at each other, mesmerized by each others' features. Then Ichigo moved, his hands reaching up to grasp Grimmjow's arm. Grimm stopped moving, even breathing, anticipating what Ichigo might do. Ichigo swiftly came up, now being seated by Grimm. Then he started to trail his fingers up toward the Arrancar's shoulders, then slowly up his neck to finally stop at his chin. Grimmjow , who had been preoccupied with how Ichigo's fingers seem to move, looked inquiringly at Ichigo, who stared back at him with a small smile flitting though his lips, then suddenly a tongue flicked out of his mouth to lick his dry lips. Oh, how Grimm wished that it was him that was doing the licking. 'Damn, I shouldn't do this. I'm supposed to be observing…oh God, what did he just do with his tongue? Ahh…since I'm not doing anything but sitting here, it counts as observing right? Yep, sure does.'

Ichigo could see Grimmjow's eyes dilating and focusing on him. It thrilled him, to have such power over Grimm. So, he let his left hand trail down Grimm's chest, smoothing over his hard pecs and his right hand crawled up slowly from its resting place on the chin and fluttered its fingers on Grimmjow's lips. Those lithe fingers of his moved and then stopped. Grimm waited for them to continue on with their journey up his face but felt a pressure on his lips. Without realizing, he opened his mouth and Ichi's fingers crept in. Grimm flicked his tongue at the fingers. He looked up at Ichi's face to find his cheeks stained a faint pink. Grimm smirked and wrapped his tongue around Ichigo's middle fingers, suggesting something. Then remembering that he was only here to observe he willed his tongue to relax and back away.

Ichigo, feeling the change in Grimmjow, pulled out the fingers from the other's mouth and slowly brought it to this own lips and sucked on it, making noises of pleasure. Grimm stifled a groan, and looked away, not trusting himself to not touch Ichigo. Ichigo took this opportunity to crawl on top of Grimm, his two legs straddling Grimm's hips. He then moved his hips to cause friction. As Ichigo swung his hips around, their male body parts, separated by the harsh clothing twitched against one another.

'Wanting more, needing more, touch, bare touch, yes that would be bliss.'

Grimm threw back his head, as the pain of not being skin-to-skin against his succulent strawberry almost took him down. He held onto the little string of strength holding him back.

'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I didn't want to hurt you. Will you forgive me?'

"Yes.." Ichigo moaned softly the light headed feeling of pleasure coursed through him. 'It is all forgiven. Don't hurt me anymore, I don't want to be hurt anymore. Can I trust you with my life?'

"Oh…yes.."Grimm was a hard time holding back. 'Trust me, for I am yours, as you are mine. For you, everything.'

Ichigo wanted to pout in annoyance. He was giving all the signs that he wanted Grimm but the other man just wasn't getting it. 'Does he need to be grinded more? Nah, he's already hard as a rock, but he's still not making any moves. I guess it's all up to me huh?'

Ichigo 's elegant face favored a smirk, which Grimmjow could not see because he still had his head thrown back. But as soon as he brought his head back up, his lips were attacked by something soft, warm, and wet.

"Calm down" He heard Ichigo whisper softly into his lips, "You don't have to do a thing."

"Huh?" He whispered back, then letting tip a growl from deep in his throat. Taking this as an invitation, Ichigo started a one-sided tongue battle, tasting everything that was Grimmjow.

It was his turn.