From Enemies to Lovers

Chapter 2

WARNINGS: YAOI, MAN ON MAN AHEAD. If you're offended, or under age please don't read. You've been warned. Now enjoy yourself. ;)

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or it's sexy men.

*Oh my. I'm sorry about how abrupt the first chapter ended and how short it was, but while writing it I laughed out loud at that line and decided it would be a perfect ending. :] Now, are you ready for some smut? *

"WE WHAT?" Ichigo yelled. He sat up in horror and threw his arms to the floor, trying to stand up.

"Well you were so fuckin' drunk, and ya said you were horny," Grimmjow explained. "Ya seemed really adamant about goin' home with me."

"Oh my god," Ichigo buried his face in his hands. "This can't be happening."

"What, it's not like it was your first time," Grimmjow laughed.

Ichigo dropped his hands and stared grimly at Grimmjow. He was wearing his "I'm not fucking around" face.

"Oh, shit, you were a virgin!" Grimmjow's jaw dropped. He then laughed again. "Could'a fooled me!"

Ichigo didn't know what to think. He just lost his virginity, and to a guy. He didn't know how to handle this news. He had never even really though too much about his sexuality before. He was always preoccupied with school and his work as a shinigami. That left no time to be involved with anyone and definitely not for relationships. Did this mean he was gay?

Ichigo looked up at Grimmjow. The blue-haired man was mostly naked, only wearing his boxer shorts. He started at his well-shaped chest and studied all the muscles. His eyes lingered on the scar across his abdomen. Grimmjow had an excellent body; nobody could deny that – not even if they were straight. But when Ichigo looked at Grimmjow, really looked at him, he felt a little tug at his insides. Grimmjow's body was so defined and hard; he looked more like a sculpture than a real man. Ichigo suddenly felt the need to touch him, and to trace all the lines of the muscles on Grimmjow's chest.

Then his eyes drifted downwards, Ichigo saw the large bulge in the man's crotch. He was sure to be well endowed. Ichigo's mouth began to water as he thought of the sight of Grimmjow, he imagined how he would look bare and erect. Was his cock as beautiful as he imagined? Just thinking about it made the crotch of his pants tighten.

"Shit," Ichigo sighed. "I'm gay."

Grimmjow had a puzzled look on his face. "You just realized?" Then he smiled. "Maybe it was just the liquor. It can do that to people. You just get… horny."

Ichigo shook his head and blushed bright red. He could feel the heat radiating off his cheeks. "No," he whispered. "Even right now, I think you're hot."

Grimmjow grinned. "You're damn right I am." He knelt down next to where Ichigo was sitting. "I'd offer you another go round, but you smell like barf."

Ichigo was very embarrassed now. How could he just admit that to a guy. Not just A guy but Grimmjow – someone who once wanted him dead. Wait, did he still want him dead?

"You're welcome to shower," Grimmjow said, pointing to the tub next to them.

Ichigo nodded, taking the hint. He slowly managed to get himself to his feet.

The warm water felt good against Ichigo's skin. He felt so much better now that he'd rid himself of everything in his stomach. But he couldn't help but try to imagine what last night must have been like.

He pictured Grimmjow fully naked, and on top of him, kissing him fiercely and biting his neck. He could almost feel his cock against his body as he imagined Grimmjow playfully grinding against him, teasing him, making him beg. And then he flipped him over, Grimmjow was just about to enter him…

Wait. If he lost his virginity last night, why wasn't he sore? Sure his stomach muscles were sore as hell but that was from all the violent vomiting he had just done. His ass felt fine, no pain at all. Could that mean he was on top? Somehow he just couldn't picture himself being dominant over Grimmjow. A second thought was processed, what if Grimmjow was small? What if he had just imagined that Grimmjow had a giant package? Maybe that's why he wasn't sore, he had a pencil dick!

Ichigo shook his head, trying to reassure himself of the first idea, that he was dominant. Sighing, Ichigo turned off the water. He reached out and found a soft white towel hanging on the rack. He toweled himself off and stepped out of the shower. He clothed himself quickly and then ran his fingers through his orange hair, trying to make it calm.

When Ichigo came out of the bathroom he found Grimmjow sitting on the bed, he looked as if he was waiting for him. Ichigo looked at him and noticed he still wasn't wearing any clothing, except his underwear. Once again Ichigo found himself staring at the hunk before him.

Before he could stop himself, Ichigo crossed the room and came right up next to Grimmjow. He leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips. Grimmjow was slightly shocked, but pleased none the less. He returned the kiss and heightened the intensity of it. He wrapped one arm around Ichigo's small waist, pulling him in closer to Grimmjow. Their bodies were now touching, sharing warmth. Ichigo's fingers laced through Grimmjow's blue hair and then Ichigo moaned softly against Grimmjow's lips.

Grimmjow's other hand squeezed Ichigo's butt cheek hard. He kneaded it in his palm, trying to get more sound out of the orange-haired teen. He then nibbled on Ichigo's bottom lip, licking in-between bites. Ichigo parted and Grimmjow's hot tongue snaked in to Ichigo's mouth. Their tongues slid against one another, tasting each other.

Ichigo felt his cock grow hard in his pants; his underwear was bunching up around his erection, almost making it uncomfortable. He knew Grimmjow noticed his growing erection; it was pressed against the man's chest. Ichigo moved his hands to Grimmjow's back. He traced the lines of his back muscles lazily with his fingers as they kissed.

Ichigo quickly took a break from the kiss to pull his t-shirt over his head. He tossed it to the ground and then smiled at Grimmjow, returning to the passionate lip-lock.

Then, quickly Grimmjow picked up Ichigo by encircling both arms around his waist and pulling him up. He threw the orange-haired boy on his back on the bed and then proceeded by crawling on top of him. He bit down into Ichigo's soft skin just underneath his ear, making Ichigo gasp. He placed his hand on Ichigo's crotch, feeling his member just beneath his palm made Grimmjow excited; he too had a very firm cock.

Ichigo moaned as Grimmjow rubbed him through his pants. He wanted more, he needed more. He wanted Grimmjow to just rip off all of his clothes and ravish him. He wanted Grimmjow to dominate him and take him hard. Ichigo wanted his ass to be sore, he wanted to be able to remember what happened, this time.

"You want me," Grimmjow taunted. "Don't you Ichigo?"

Ichigo nodded quickly. "Yeah, I do." His voice was husky, and full of need.

Grimmjow laughed. He hovered his mouth over Ichigo's chest and then his tongue darted out and licked his nipple. He then blew gently over the wet nipple making Ichigo squirm in delight underneath him. He nipped his chest lightly and drew lazy shapes with his tongue on Ichigo's torso. He licked along the line of Ichigo's pants. He looked up at Ichigo and smiled.

"I lied," Grimmjow admitted quietly.

Ichigo opened his eyes and propped himself up on his elbows. He looked firmly at Grimmjow and then replied, "What?"

Grimmjow kept gaze on Ichigo. "I lied, we didn't fuck last night." He then looked away. "I couldn't take advantage of you, no matter how much I wanted to. I had a hunch."

"A hunch? What do you mean?"

"I kinda knew you were a virgin. And I wanted you to come to me, and want me all on your own – without the help of booze," Grimmjow explained bashfully. He was now blushing a nice pink shade on his cheeks and nose.

Ichigo was dumbfounded. He now understood why he wasn't in pain. But why did Grimmjow let him off so easy? He could have kept letting Ichigo believe that he slept with him. He could have even taken it farther and made up all kinds of crazy stories. Did Grimmjow feel something for Ichigo?

Now Ichigo was blushing, so many emotions were running through his head. Lust, desire, compassion, relief. He smiled at the blue-eyed man and then kissed his lips firmly. "I do want you."

*I know I do this too much, but its kinda my style (the leaving you wanting more thing). Call it my insurance, my way of making you come back. So… come back? Please?*