My Land
Warnings: Grimmichi sex, evil grammar and OOCness. And the crappy grammar.
Disclaimer: Me no own. Kubo Tite and Children of Bodom do.
Author's note: #Looks at the reviews# No! Don't kill Grimmy! #hugs a Grimm plushie# camon, he isn't that bad, just hungry for love. Thank you for your reviews! They mean much to me.
Anyway, this chapter is about Ichigo angsting, in a fluffy way. Tell me wath you think, sweeties.
Part Five:
Ichigo was looking at the roof. He did a lot nowadays. They were still living in his, or their, little dollhouse. He, Grimmjow and Shiro. If Shiro was still there. After the day he had accepted Grimmjow's suggest of being his 'fuckbuddy' he hadn't heard his lover's voice. Was he sad? Was he angry? Probably.
Was he still there? Fuck. In this silence shinigami had even suspected schizophrenia.
Ichigo almost hoped he wasn't there. That he wasn't listening when Grimmjow touched him. Through his eyes, watching him in the arms of another. Not nice.
Grimmjow made a violent move in his sleep and growled. He had owned Ichigo just couple days, but it felt like eternity. And not in a good way. The Espada's hands were not gentle or caring, he made love to Ichigo hard and rough. It wasn't real love making. Shinigami wasn't sure was it even sex. Only fuck.
Grimmjow didn't let him go outside. Ichigo had no idea from where Espada get the money, but he could maintain his new toy.
Ichigo looked out from the window. He had gained a habit of keeping it always open and watching the city lights, freedom which was so close, but still out of his reach.
Grimmjow wasn't unattractive, the exact opposite. The sharp, handsome face surely turned heads wherever he went. Espada's picture had burned itself on younger ones retinas, shinigami didn't need to turn his head to remember how Grimmjow looked in his sleep, naked form completely relaxed . His body was lean and muscular, his gigai hadn't a hole in it's chest. Still, something was out of place. Orange head couldn't follow the way of Grimmjow's thoughts; other was a mystery to him.
Ichigo didn't know what the Espada wanted from him. It was almost like Grimmjow was trying his best to love him, but stumbled in basic steps; he ordered Ichigo around like some would order their dogs. He knew the lust, but he didn't know the romance. He was good at fucking, but kissing and hugging needed some practice.
Grimmjow had kept his promise about stopping the attack in Soul Society. Ichigo had seen it with his own eyes. Through the portal Grimmjow had opened he had seen the hollows slowly marching back to Hueco Mundo. They weren't too happy for the order, that was sure, but they obeyed. That really surprised Ichigo.
The other thing he saw was a face of a scared, young shinigami, almost an Academy student. Before Ichigo could explain what was happening, portal closed. He worried about what shinigami had told to the Gotei thirteen. Now they probably thought that Ichigo really was on Grimmjow's side. Orange head couldn't wonder how much of this had been part of Grimmjow's plan. How clever the Espada really was?
Moonlight danced on the white sheets. Weather outside seemed to be cold.
Ichigo was Grimmjow's dog, who howled the moon in the darkness of midnight. White horse had ran away, it hated to be in leash. Dog, horse and the owner. It was like in that comic. Grimmjow was Phantom, Ichigo was Devil and Shiro was Hero. Suitable names.
Ichigo grimaced in the darkness. He remembered clearly what had been his last words to his lover. That had been little too harsh. He knew what his decision meant, but hearing it in his lover's scared voice had been too much. They say that you must let your anger on you most beloved ones, because anyone else cannot take it. It may be so, but what if you can never tell them you are sorry? Remembering the face of your most desired one, fearing he will hate you forever?
"Spacing out again, shinigami? Speaking with your hollow?"
Ichigo turned around and met Grimmjow's eyes. In the moonlight they were shining sleepily. His blue hair was spread on the pillow, smirk demanding, but not angry. At moments like this, Ichigo almost liked Grimmjow. And that made him feel guilty.
He turned his gaze away again, not wanting to look at the eyes of the other man. "No, he hasn't talked to me in some time. I wonder if he is gone."
Grimmjow pulled younger one in his arms. Ichigo didn't fight, it wasn't worth it. Just awoken Espada was too tired to fuck him anyway. Hopefully.
"I was wondering why he acted so strange", Grimmjow yawned, kissing his shinigami's neck. It was more likely a bite, Espadas teeth digging in Ichigo's skin. The other really needed some kissing lessons.
"But then again, Aizen did a lot of weird shit whit hollows on days before war. Maybe some turned to human like. And feel that fluffy love shit, even. Can you believe that? A loving hollow."
Ichigo said nothing. He didn't know which one of Grimmjow talked about, himself or Shiro.
Then Espada tilted his head and really bit his shinigami's neck. Small amount of blood snaked down to Ichigo's neck, making him unconsciously gasp in pleasure. Grimmjow immediately took advantage of this, swinged the young shinigami around and placed his manhood to Ichigo's mouth. "Suck it", he ordered in low, husky tone.
Shinigami obeyed, same time feeling Grimmjow's other hand grasping his cock. Espada didn't waste time and tried to get his shinigami hard as fast as possible.
Ichigo had said for himself a hundred time that crying at times like this was stupid. But it felt same time so filthy and so good.
Grimmjow withdrawed himself from Ichigo's mouth."Say that you want this. Say that you are my bitch."
I am so sorry, Shiro.
"I want this. I am your bitch."
Espada's strong arms graped Ichigo's both sides and he was lifted on top of Grimmjow's cock. Angry snarl escaped from his throat. Grimmjow's cock slammed him powerfully, leaving him completely breathless.
It was fierce, rough, painful even. But not disgusting, far from it. Pleasure pulsed through Ichigo's body when Grimmjow same time pumped him and slammed into his body. Almost like moving from their own will shinigami's hips started responding to Espada's thrusts, finding the magic rhythm.
The Espada's lusty eyes widened when he felt shinigami's inner walls tighten around him, milking his seed inside of the delicious warmth. Ichigo had to bit his lip to keep him from crying in pain and dirty pleasure, as he came on Grimmjow's stomach.
In instant Grimmjow pushed the other away and went back to sleep.
"Jeez", Ichigo groaned "what the hell was that?"
"Dunno. You can call it I-woke-up-in-the-middle-of-night-and-felt-like-fucking fuck, if you want to name it.
Soon the room was silent again
Moonlight danced on the blood and sperm steined sheets. Peace had returned to the kingdom.
Grimmjow snored lightly, this time facing the wall instead of Ichigo.
Shire, where are you now? I sense you are not here. How can you manage on your own? Will you ever come back to me?
I'm a true patriot , you are my land
you have my soul, you have all I had
Moon remained Ichigo from Shire. He had loved the hollow with the fiery passion before, but you really realize someone's worth when he is not there. Now Shiro was far away, but in his imagination his albino replica was like a priceless diamond, his loving, sheepish smile the most beautiful sight this world had ever seen.
Ichigo was bird in the cage. His prison could not be seen, it formed from lives of his loved ones, they were on danger. And he was Grimmjow's whiny bitch, or they would all be dead.
Now, when he was far away, he wanted Shiro more than ever. In moon he saw his teary face, looking at him with the puppy eyes. With those eyes, he got anything what he ever wanted from Ichigo.
Shinigami lifted his hand from the sheets and wiped the imaginary tear away from the imaginary face.
Now I am here, and I want it all back.
No crying, okay? I am waiting for you, Shiro.