A/N: Although this chapter only had minor sexual content, it has been edited out of this version to fit the guidelines for fanfiction dot net. If you wish to read the full chapter, you must be 18 years or older. The non-edited version can be found on my LiveJournal under my username of Desperatembrace. If you have trouble finding it, the link to my LJ is on my profile as my homepage.
Started May 24th.
Completed May 30th.
Authoress: Desperatembrace
Disclaimer(s): I do not own Bleach. If I did, Kaien-dono would be my lover. Or Hisagi. Either's cool. (What? Ichigo and Grimmjow are taken!)
Warning:
Violence
Language
Sexual Content
Yaoi
Chapter 8
"Stalker"
When Grimmjow woke up the next morning, he knew immediately that something was wrong. Ichigo always woke him up--he had never forgotten even once. Granted, some of those times were a little more outrageous than others, but he was always woken up on time none-the-less. So when the blue haired man saw that it was a few minutes before noon, he felt a weight hit his stomach.
He looked around his room, having remembered that Ichigo had slept next to him that night. He found no traces of the orange haired young man except for the wrinkled blankets on his side of the bed--evidence that he really had slept next to Grimmjow. He sat up and threw the covers off of himself, venturing to the living room. The man wasn't in there. Usually, Grimmjow would smell some sort of food by now, but the air remained void of the delectable scent of breakfast or lunch.
Deciding to check the kitchen anyways, he entered the doorway only to stop. Ichigo sat on one of the stools at the island counter, leaning his forehead into the palms of his hands. He was staring at the marble counter-top, his face expressionless. Grimmjow grew closer to the man to get a better look at his face. The chocolate brown eyes were dilated, seeming to have no presence behind the stare.
The blue haired man was beginning to get worried. Something really bad happened to Ichigo. Something that had a huge impact on him. Deciding to snap the man from his daze, Grimmjow spoke up. "Yo Ichigo. What's the big i--" He was unable to finish the sentence, surprised by the orange haired man's reaction. He had flung himself backwards, widened eyes snapped to Grimmjow as he and the stool fell to the ground, creating a hollow clatter.
In all honesty, Grimmjow had no idea how to respond to such a situation. Ichigo continued to stare at him, his eyes menacingly wild. After a few moments, recognition seemed to dawn on him as he finally began to relax. Sucking in a shaky breath, Ichigo pulled himself up from the floor, righting the stool in its position. He knew he would have to defend his actions to keep the man from thoroughly questioning him, but he had no story to back himself. He gave a feeble attempt to cover it up.
"Sorry. You startled me." Ignoring the blue haired man's incredulous look, he walked around the island, his limbs still a little shaky. Each step he took made him feel as if his legs were going to collapse beneath him. He began pulling out ingredients for something to cook, furiously trying to concentrate on something other than the feeling of Grimmjow's stare on his back.
Over the course of the next few weeks, Ichigo became more and more antisocial. Any time that Ichigo spoke to Grimmjow, it was only when it was necessary. When the new couch and bed had arrived, Ichigo had nodded slightly in the blue haired man's direction and locked himself in his new room, beginning to rearrange the furniture to fit in the bed and make it more comfortable. When he came out, he walked straight past the taller man and immediately began pushing the ruined couch out of the way to make room for the new one. Grimmjow had stood by and watched him, wondering what exactly was going on. Why was Ichigo pushing him away? Why would he no longer talk to him? Did the sleeping arrangements from that night cause all of this?
He couldn't help but think it was his fault. After all, Ichigo had obviously been uncomfortable that night, unable to sleep properly next to him. When he woke up in the morning, Ichigo had begun to act weird, flinching at random moments and just outright avoiding the blue haired man. It was natural to believe that the bed stunt was the cause. But somehow, Grimmjow instinctively knew that it was something else. Something else was plaguing Ichigo to make him act so strangely.
In conclusion, he decided to let the orange haired man be. Perhaps he would get over it after a few days. So the days pushed on into weeks, the silence between the two growing into an abundantly uncomfortable atmosphere. It never let up.
Now Grimmjow was starting to get fed up. He thought time would do the younger man a bit of good and allow him to come to terms with whatever the hell was plaguing him. Obviously, time wasn't doing its job very well. He decided to confront Ichigo. He wanted to know what the hell was going on, and he wanted to know everything.
Grimmjow had finally persuaded the younger man to come with him to go eat at the cafe that they had dined at together all those months back. Sitting at the same table that they had last sat at, they silently looked over the menus embedded in the glass of the table. When they had relayed what they wanted to the waiter, they had elapsed into silence once more. Grimmjow sat back in his seat and stared at Ichigo before he finally spoke.
"So what the fuck is going on?" Ichigo snapped his gaze from the window onto Grimmjow, maintaining his silent disposition. Grimmjow wanted to growl. Why the hell wasn't the kid answering? "Are you going to answer me?" He managed to keep himself from yelling, although luckily, not many people were dining at this time of night.
Ichigo continued to watch the man across from him in silence. He contemplated whether he should tell Grimmjow or not. He had never told anybody about it before. Over the past few weeks, he had regained all of those memories. Every single one. They were something that he had never wanted to live through ever again. But every time he gained back a memory, it was like he was re-experiencing it all over again. He could practically feel his sanity ripping apart each time he gained a new segment of the memory. He couldn't handle it anymore.
Ichigo glanced past Grimmjow at the last group of people in the cafe. He watched the small family, his eyes going distant as he felt the familiarity of what having a family was like. It was hard to recall the times when he actually had a complete family.
When his mother was alive.
He continued to stare at the table where the family had been even after they had left. They were now the last two people left in the small cafe, not including the staff members that had disappeared into the back room. He was startled from his thoughts when he heard a loud thump and looked up to see Grimmjow standing from his seat, his hands having slammed on the table. His electric blue eyes glared down at him, almost making Ichigo want to push back into his seat.
"Why the hell won't you answer me, Ichigo?" Ichigo knew that Grimmjow was serious. The blue haired man almost never used his full name--by now it had all turned into 'strawberry' and 'Ichi'. He only said his given name when he was determined to get what he wanted.
And by god he was going to get it.
Ichigo had made his decision. He had never told a soul about what had happened all those years ago. He damned well wasn't going to start now. Fixing a glare onto his face, Ichigo stood up and walked away, heading to the doors of the cafe. Screw riding in Grimmjow's car--he could fucking walk back to the apartment.
He made his way around the side of the building, heading in the direction of the apartment. He stopped however, when he felt a pressure around his wrist and was yanked back around to face Grimmjow head on. The man was downright pissed.
He couldn't believe that Ichigo had walked out of there without even saying a word. The last time he had actually heard Ichigo talk was a few days ago, but he at least expected some kind of response--even if it was only a simple 'fuck you'. Grimmjow shoved the shorter man up against the brick wall of the cafe. It was dark out, only a few lamp lights nearby, so Grimmjow had to push into Ichigo's personal space to be able to see his reactions and expressions.
"I have no idea what the fuck has been wrong with you for the past couple weeks. I thought it would be fine to give you some time to stop being a fucking whiny bitch and just get over it, but obviously that isn't working out too well." Ichigo glared as hard as he could, keeping the feral urge to bare his teeth at bay as Grimmjow's breath fanned out against his lips. It was a little uncomfortable to have the man only a few inches away from him.
Grimmjow wanted to spill all of his feelings then and there. But he would be damned to hell before he said that he was worried out loud. "To tell you the god-damned truth, it feels awkward to have you acting so strangely. The way you've been acting has just been utter bullshit."
Ichigo blinked. Even though it sounded like Grimmjow was annoyed, somehow, the only way his head could translate that as was that Grimmjow was worried about him. He wasn't exactly sure how to react to that. Surprised, of course. After all, who knew that Grimmjow would actually be worried? And about Ichigo no less? Ichigo had no time to contemplate his feelings however, because as he had opened his mouth to say 'sorry', Grimmjow had leaned forward and crushed his lips to Ichigo's slightly parted ones.
The orange haired man froze. He didn't know what to do. All of his thoughts ran rampantly through his head as he struggled to realize what was happening. Of course, the reality came crashing down on him when he felt a tongue swipe across his bottom lip. Grimmjow was pressed up against him in a lip-lock, asking for permission to do some literal tongue twisting.
Grimmjow was kissing him.
His rational thoughts seemed to shut down after that as he opened his mouth a little wider to let Grimmjow's wet appendage in. The blue haired man wasted no time, immediately exploring Ichigo's mouth and making contact with Ichigo's tongue. Grimmjow pulled Ichigo away from the wall, still locked at the lips. He slipped his arms around man's waist, smirking deliciously when he felt Ichigo clench the back of his shirt slightly.
After Ichigo had began to relax in the embrace slightly, he started to participate in the kiss. Things started to get heated as their tongues battled, twisting and twining in a passionate fight. They finally pulled away to breathe, both emitting deep gasps to pull oxygen into their deprived lungs. They both stared at each-other, chests heaving and lips ever-so-slightly swollen from the kiss. Grimmjow smirked slightly when he spotted the glimmer of saliva trailing down Ichigo's jaw from the corner of his mouth, a mixture of Grimmjow's and Ichigo's DNA.
As Ichigo opened his mouth to speak (whether it was either to enquire about what had just happened or to apologize for his previous behavior, he didn't know), Grimmjow lightly smacked Ichigo's upper arm and walked past him. "Come on. Let's go home. I'm tired as hell."
Ichigo stared after the man for a bit, wondering how the man could just act normally after such a thing. Well, he was experienced in such things (as he learned from Nel). But he also knew that he had never had a serious relationship with anybody (also courtesy of Nel). Perhaps he was just giving Ichigo a chance to escape from the moment and what had just transpired. Or giving him a chance to come to terms with it.
The orange haired man gave a small smirk of his own as he followed Grimmjow in silence. He had never really known what it was like to be on the receiving end (or giving end, for that matter) of human affection. He wasn't a people person and preferred to be alone. He always believed that he wasn't really missing anything and that he probably wouldn't like it anyways. But somehow...
Ichigo found that he didn't really mind so long as Grimmjow was the partner.
After closing the door of their apartment behind them, Grimmjow couldn't help but notice Ichigo's strange reaction. The blue haired man had plenty of dates before (of course, none were serious), and he had seen many different kinds of reactions. There was the needy, 'take me here and now' reaction, where him and his partner would kiss and he would be jumped and urged into sex right then and there. There was the annoying, giggly reaction, where the partner would cling to him for the rest of the night and insist upon holding hands. Then, there was the horrified, absolutely insulted reaction, where he would earn a slap across the face for moving too quickly (or some other excuse along that line). Of course, there were much more, but only the basics were needed. Grimmjow had gained much experience from such encounters and believed that he knew a rather good amount about the 'kiss reaction'.
Ichigo's reaction, however, was something totally new to him.
After the kiss, the man had trailed him to the car and stayed silent in the passenger seat. He had his brown eyes stuck on the road outside, his lips quirked into the faintest of smiles and lost in his own thoughts (God knows what the man was thinking in the privacy of his own head).
When they had made themselves comfortable on the couch to watch a movie before going to bed, Ichigo had instead turned his attention to the blue haired man beside him. His face was almost expressionless, with only a light frown pulling at his lips. When Grimmjow had turned his head slightly in the man's direction, about to open his mouth to question him, Ichigo had stood up and walked to his room, shutting the door behind him. The blue haired man stared at the door for a few moments, unsure of how to proceed further.
He knew that he liked Ichigo. He was so much more attached to the man than he had ever been to anybody. Grimmjow didn't want to let him go. He wanted to keep the man by his side. All of his previous relationships had been, in all actuality, flings. He never wanted to keep any of them or be with them permanently, so he just stuck to what he wanted to do, regardless of whether his partner liked it or not. If they left, then so be it.
But with Ichigo, he had to tread carefully. Every time Grimmjow felt like he wanted to tease Ichigo or make fun of him (which was a lot), he had to think it through and make sure that it wouldn't hurt the man in any way. He never thought about what he said. It had always been natural for him to say what he wanted and tell everyone who didn't like his opinion or comments to fuck off.
Over the course of the next few days, Grimmjow was swamped with work, only allowed minimal time to think over the next step of their relationship. He was beginning to become a bit antsy (though he would never admit it), unable to see Ichigo as often as he usually did.
Unknown to Grimmjow, Ichigo was also pondering over their relationship. He knew that he liked the man, but he didn't understand in what way. He knew it was different from that of his family or friends. Did it automatically mean that he felt that way about the older man?
He didn't really know much about love or being in a romantic relationship. It was only natural considering that he'd never actually been in a relationship. He found that he couldn't trust people all that easily, and the distance that he put between himself and others around him truly didn't help. So, in conclusion, he found himself confused. So now it all came down to one important question:
Did he like Grimmjow in a romantic way?
He skimmed through the isles of the store, vaguely picking up food items as he figured out the menu for the next few nights. Ichigo bumped into a few people scanning for their own grocery items, belatedly muttering an apology as he returned once more to his thoughts. He came to the canned goods section, looking through the different fruits and veggies that they had in stock. Personally, the orange haired man rather disliked canned goods--he preferred to pick out his own stuff and cook it to his liking, but it was a rather good option when he was constantly working on new designs. Quick and simple--the way of the Americans.
He picked out a few of the cans, depositing them into his basket. He had to stop and think. What else would be good for dinner? He had begun to turn his head, looking for food items that would give him ideas. He stopped.
When he turned, he had seen a man staring in his direction. Now, that would have been ignored and glossed over--Ichigo would have assumed that the man had seen someone he knew standing behind Ichigo, or even realized that the next item he needed was in that general direction. Red flags were raised in his head, however, when the man abruptly turned around and stared at the shelves in front of him, his posture rigid.
The orange haired man felt a shiver creep down his back. He couldn't help but think that the man was watching him. Ichigo decided to act as though he didn't notice, glancing around at the shelves now with a nervous edge. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched the man, noting things about him. Now that he thought about it, the man was most definitely suspicious. He wore a fedora, big glasses, and a large, white overcoat.
Most people would attribute the strange attire to bad fashion sense. Somehow, Ichigo knew better. The hat gave little to no chance of seeing the man's hair color--same with the glasses and the man's eyes, and the large overcoat gave little insight to the man's body structure.
Ichigo became a bit skittish, but knew it was in his best interest to act as though he never noticed. So he continued to shop for the groceries, discreetly looking back every once in a while to check if the man was there. He felt his stomach drop further and further when he spotted the man each and every time.
My god. I'm being followed. The terrifying thought ran rampantly through his head. He made his way to the check out, proceeding as he normally would. When he stepped outside with the massive amount of grocery bags hanging off of his arms, he made a quick decision. He pulled out his cellphone and quickly dialed a number, trying to look as natural as possible. He let a casual smile grace his face as the line clicked. Grimmjow actually got off of work early today...
While Grimmjow was actually pretty happy to see Ichigo, he was starting to become a little irked. "So why the hell do I have to pick you up every time you go grocery shopping?" He hefted the groceries up to a more comfortable position before trailing after Ichigo into the kitchen.
The orange haired man was silent as he deposited his own grocery bags on the island counter before turning around and raising an eyebrow at Grimmjow. "Why the hell not? That's too much shit to carry 4 blocks. I can't do that all the time." He turned around, ignoring Grimmjow's eye-roll.
"Yeah. Sure. You didn't seem to have a problem with it for the past few months. And I still don't understand why you made me drive halfway to Karakura... what was it? A week ago?" Ichigo remained silent. That was the day that he first found out that he was being trailed. Never before had he been so deliriously happy for Grimmjow's hell-on-wheels driving until he tore out of the parking lot, away from his stalker. As far as Ichigo knew, the man still didn't know where he currently lived. But it was only a matter of time--after all, Grimmjow was a rather high-up man, and the suspicion would be at an all-time high when Grimmjow was constantly around the younger man. It would be easy to find information on the man's whereabouts.
The orange haired man was a little anxious. He knew he had to tell Grimmjow--he had the right to know. But what the hell was he supposed to say? Hell, how the fuck was he supposed to bring it up? The man would think he was off his rocker! But...
Ichigo let out a sigh, pausing in loading the groceries in their proper places in favor of massaging his temples. Grimmjow (having finally released himself from the damned infernal plastic bags that would not let him go) noticed the action, looking up with a small scowl on his face. "You know... you've been acting fucking weird lately..." The blue haired man would have thought it was due to the kiss, but it was a different kind of weird. "You're really paranoid... constantly looking over your shoulder. Hit the blacklist or something?"
The younger man really wanted to laugh. Well, that was one way to bring it up. Blacklist, huh? He managed a dry chuckle out loud. You have no idea. Since the topic had come up, Ichigo figured now was a good time to present the dilemma to Grimmjow. "Well..." He started off awkwardly, glancing first at Grimmjow and then Pantera as the cat jumped onto the counter. "I think..." He swallowed, mentally flailing for a way to say it without making himself sound crazier than he already seemed. (After all, he did have a voice in his head.)
"Someone is stalking me."
You know, now that he thought about it, Ichigo found that he was a rather blunt person--whether he wanted to be or not.
Grimmjow, on the other hand, was once again stumped. How the fuck was he supposed to react to this one? He stayed silent, debating on how to answer. He settled for opening and shutting his mouth repeatedly.
Ichigo wanted to just turn around and run. That didn't come out the way he wanted it to. He was planning on easing into it, like trying to adjust to the cold temperature of pool water. Instead, he just dove right in, engulfing himself in it. The orange haired man resisted a groan, damning his lack of tact and grace to hell.
He snapped back to attention when Grimmjow said, "What in fucking Christ's name are you talking about?" Ichigo stared at the taller man before him, willing himself to speak. But he really didn't know how to remedy the situation. How the hell does one smooth things out after blatantly saying that they have a stalker? A better question would be: How does one rewind time to prevent the crazy sounding statement? That, Ichigo thought, would be a better option. He wanted to smack himself when he saw the disbelieving face that Grimmjow had finally sunk into. Too bad it's not a choice.
"You..." Grimmjow's eyes narrowed. "Are you fucking delirious or something? Have you finally cracked and started seeing things? Any ghosts after you yet?" The blue haired man cracked a smirk at the last question, finding humor in his crass sarcasm. Ichigo, however, didn't find it funny at all. He balled his fists up, clenching them to the point that half-moon indentions were beginning to form on his palms. His face twisted into a deadly scowl as his brown eyes narrowed in anger.
"Fuck you." The words were quietly hissed out, full of venom. Then he turned and walked out of the kitchen, snatching up his hat, and waltzed out the front door. Grimmjow stood still and stared at the door where he had last seen the younger man mere seconds before, shocked. He didn't realize it, but Ichigo must have been really offended. Something really was going on. Something big.
He let out a sigh upon realizing his mistake, glancing over the forgotten grocery bags littering the kitchen counter and floor. Wearily, he made his way over to each bag, unloading the items and putting them away, ignoring the gut-wrenching flop his stomach made when his conscience kept reminding him that it would usually be Ichigo putting the groceries away.
Ichigo was rather satisfied with the way things had worked out over the next few days. Grimmjow had been going into work early in the morning and having late shifts each night. They had a big project that was due within the week, and they were trying to get it done and over with. Due to this, Ichigo and Grimmjow had rarely passed each other--only the rare moment of getting up for a late night piss or snack at around the same time did they actually see each other. Even then, they didn't speak (or rather, Ichigo didn't speak and Grimmjow didn't know how to apologize) so the household maintained silence.
The younger man was growing more and more worried each day, though. He found someone watching him almost constantly when he went out to go shopping or for random errands. He managed to throw the followers off of his tracks, but... it was still really worrying. Ichigo knew he had to tell Grimmjow, but from the last time, he felt he could surmise that the man wouldn't believe him.
Ichigo stared into the large pot, stirring around the soup mixture while trying to organize his thoughts. He needed to find a way to get Grimmjow to believe him. But he had no idea how. He had never told anybody about his past--about what happened back then--and he wasn't planning on starting now. He knew by now that Grimmjow was extremely important to him, even bordering on something more than a friend. The orange haired man knew that he could connect to Grimmjow better than anyone else he had ever met. But there was this constant fear nagging at the back of his mind.
He had already lived through the event twice now--once in his memories. The last time that he had a full mental breakdown was during the event. He instinctively knew that retelling everything would be ridiculously hard and he wouldn't be able to handle it. He didn't want to break down in front of Grimmjow. He frowned, reviewing his recent thoughts. His feelings for the man were starting to become too complicated for his tastes.
Ichigo held back a sigh. Hell, life in general was becoming too complicated for his tastes. He had a second personality that was trying to protect him from his past that was rampantly on his heels. Then, he decides to go off and become close to some insensitive asshole, developing feelings for the man that he couldn't quite decipher or understand. The orange haired man lifted the spoon to his mouth to taste the broth, freezing when he heard the creak of the main door.
Lowering the spoon, he turned to see Grimmjow enter the kitchen, cigarette protruding from his lips and jacket swung over his shoulder. Blue eyes widened slightly in surprise, his cigarette almost falling from his mouth as he moved to say something. Grimmjow shook his head, tossing the jacket onto the counter and pulling the cigarette from his mouth. He put it out in a nearby ashtray before turning around to face Ichigo.
"I got off work early today," he said rather bluntly. Ichigo stared at him for a minute before turning back to the soup, pouring ingredients in. "I figured." His words were clipped and his tone was sharp. He stirred chunks of meat in, ignoring the urge to run when his thoughts reminded him that Grimmjow was still behind him and most likely watching him. There was only the sound of sloshing broth and breathing before the blue haired man spoke.
"So... a stalker, huh?" He blew out a sigh, glancing at Ichigo's now stiff back. He sat himself in a stool and leaned back a bit, making a slight creaking noise. "Who is stalking you?" Ichigo stopped all movements, making the older man raise an eyebrow in question. "Why are they stalking you?" He rubbed his chin when he noticed that the younger man before him wasn't making any movements. Grimmjow was about to say something when Ichigo's quiet voice interrupted him.
"I'm not really sure.." Ichigo inwardly winced at the blatant lie as he turned off the fire on the stove. He hadn't been planning on lying... just avoiding the truth. He made his way to the living room, hearing light footsteps behind him--indicating that Grimmjow had followed him. "But every time I go out to get food for us or just run errands, there is someone tailing me. It isn't always the same person..." Ichigo wanted to curse. He just gave a rather large hint without even meaning to. If it 'isn't always the same person', then that means it isn't a deranged crazy person who's after him--it's more than one. Meaning they had a purpose for coming after Ichigo. The orange haired man began to panic. What if Grimmjow came to that conclusion? How much would he be able to find out..?
The blue haired man mistook the panic running across Ichigo's face as fear of the stalker. Of what was going to happen to him. He abruptly stood up from the stool and made his way over to Ichigo, the younger man not even noticing the movement. Grimmjow quickly wrapped him in his arms, awkwardly pulling him closer. Ichigo snapped out of his rushed thoughts and came to an even more panicky situation.
Grimmjow was hugging and holding him.
What. The. Hell. His thoughts seemed to have come to an abrupt halt, functioning at a snail's pace. Grimmjow was trying to console him and calm him down. Trying to make him feel better.
The older man felt very awkward. "I..." He cleared his throat, wondering how to say his thoughts aloud. "I don't really know how to make someone feel better or keep them from worrying. All I know is that I want you to feel and be safe." Grimmjow almost couldn't recognize himself. Was he seriously spouting this crap? Was he seriously the one who was saying all of these pretty words?
Ichigo moved to pull away from the embrace, spurring Grimmjow into holding him even tighter against his body. Now, Ichigo found that he really did like being on close contact with Grimmjow, he finally came to terms with that. But this situation and position was just getting more and more awkward by the moment. Meanwhile, Grimmjow had to school his expression. His jaw was clenched as he fought against the embarassment, vaguely wondering why in the hell he was embarrassed in the first place.
When he finally got himself under control, he lightly pushed Ichigo away. They stood roughly a foot apart, staring at each other in silence. It seemed to be even more awkward than only moments before. Without really thinking, Grimmjow leaned forward, creating a repeat performance of what happened 2 weeks ago.
The blue haired man tucked an arm securely around Ichigo's rigid waist, the other sliding from the nape of his neck into his hair. The younger man quickly began to relax, taking part in the kiss and casting all of his previous worries away. What was the point in fighting it when they both knew that both parties wanted it? Ichigo frowned into the kiss, tasting tobacco from Grimmjow's recent cigarette. Again, both sides fought for dominance in the kiss, pushing against each other harder and harder.
Before a victor could be decided, Grimmjow pulled away, immediately attacking the orange haired man's lightly tanned neck. He began every kind of torture he learned from his previous relationships--sucking, biting, kissing the skin. As he felt a shiver wrack his body, followed by a pleasant chill shooting down his spine, Ichigo realized he had no idea what to do. Having never been in this situation and feeling these sensations, all he could do was surrender to them.
His head lolled back, a strained groan falling from his lips as Grimmjow slowly made his way further down his neck. Ichigo flinched when the older man bit the portion of skin where neck met shoulder. He vaguely heard Grimmjow chuckle above him, causing a spark to go off in his head. He was not one to be outdone.
Especially not by Grimmjow.
Ichigo stepped back slightly, ignoring the confused look that crossed the older man's face. He quickly stepped back forward, wrapping his arms around Grimmjow's neck and planting a chaste kiss on the mouth. He pulled back and then leaned forward once more, giving another chaste kiss--except this time, he swiped his tongue against the other man's lips. Just as he was about to open his mouth to allow the kiss, Grimmjow was surprised and confused once more. Ichigo pulled away, a smirk painted mischievously across his face.
Ichigo brought his lips back dangerously close to the older man's, before retreating slightly in favor of kissing the man's jawline. He followed the jawline, all the way up to his ear, licking the lobe. A groan fell from Grimmjow, spurring Ichigo further. While he didn't really know what to do on exact terms, his body seemed to get the general idea. He began a slow, long lick down from the man's ear across the jaw, stopping just before the chin. When Ichigo began his descent to Grimmjow's neck, the blue haired man let out another deep groan, grabbing hold of his attacker's hips for leverage.
The orange haired man abused Grimmjow's neck, clumsily mimicking what the man had been doing to him previously. He made his way down, stopping at the adam's apple. He swirled his tongue along it, before giving a cautious yet particularly strong nibble on it. Grimmjow clenched his teeth, a restrained moan reverberating from his throat. He couldn't take this anymore--he never really was the patient type.
Grimmjow quickly pulled the smaller man away, spinning him around and them bringing him into another embrace, the younger man's back against his chest. Grimmjow really wanted to growl. There were too many clothing articles in his way. He pushed the thought back. They really didn't need to be ripping clothes off. Besides, knowing his luck, Ichigo would just get pissed that he ripped up one of his designs.
Grimmjow shook his head, pushing all thoughts back. There was no longer a need to think anymore. All that was left was to let their bodies do as they pleased. The blue haired man leaned over Ichigo's shoulder, swiping a tongue at the man's ear. Pleased with the shiver he received, he began lightly nibbling on it, delighting in how the skin of the man in front of him erupted in goosebumps.
Grimmjow slid his hands around the man's sides, slowly bringing them lower and lower down his shirt and to the man's pants. He slipped his hands underneath Ichigo's shirt, an abrupt hiss coming from Ichigo at the unexpectedly cold touch. The sensations held skyrocketing pleasure, all building up to a peaking point. It all come spiraling down for him, however, when the orange haired man felt large hands slip underneath his pants and into his boxers.
The older man didn't notice Ichigo's new-found rigidity, continuing in his pursuit of pleasure. Ichigo's rigidity receded slightly as he began to writhe with the pleasure, pushing himself backwards onto Grimmjow to instinctually give him more space to work with.
Grimmjow brought his other hand underneath the Ichigo's shirt up to the man's dusty nipples. Rubbing against one of the nipples, he began his attack on the younger man's neck once more. He continued pleasuring Ichigo below, wanting to laugh at how Ichigo was presenting himself. The man had brought his hands behind him, threading his fingers through blue strands of hair. As Grimmjow licked and kissed and sucked at his neck, he leaned his head away, stretching his neck to give the older man more access. He was slowly spreading his legs as he got closer and closer to his peak. Grimmjow could definitely say that he was enjoying the moment.
Ichigo was unable to keep up with exactly what was going on. All he knew was that the pleasure was building at a rapid pace, a heat gathering at his lower abdomen. He vaguely registered the scent, a musky sex smell along with the dimmed scent of cinnamon and tobacco. All of his thoughts were covered in a thick haze, all rationality dimmed by the overwhelming sense of sheer pleasure humming through his body. He let out a groan when Grimmjow gave a particularly fierce bite on his neck, no doubt leaving a mark. A rush of sensation hit Ichigo, forcing him just to the edge of his peak. Only a bit further...
Ichigo felt the warning waves starting to hit him, forcing him to throw his head back. He turned slightly, biting down on Grimmjow's neck to keep a moan quiet. When Grimmjow released a groan of his own, however, reality slammed into Ichigo like a bullet train. All in one moment, he registered everything that was going on--the hand job, the groan in his ear, the rubbing on his nipples, the saliva on his neck, and the feeling of being poked in the ass.
The orange haired man threw himself from Grimmjow's embrace, fiercely yanking his shirt down and staring wide-eyed in the blue haired man's direction. Grimmjow was frozen in place, staring straight back at the younger man. He finally started to register just how severe those actions could have turned out to be. Ichigo had never really trusted people all that much, and in turn, likely never had any relationships. He just progressed from kissing to major molestation within minutes.
Things had begun to progress too fast.
Moments passed, the atmosphere growing more and more awkward as the panic on both sides started to build. Finally, Ichigo discreetly pulled his pants up to rest comfortably to rest on his hips before turning around and marching out the front door. Grimmjow watched, frozen solid as Ichigo's image disappeared behind the door.
As Grimmjow stood there and stared at the door with a semi-hard cock and mussed hair, he couldn't help but recall a saying that he had heard once before.
Progression and change is needed to move forward. But too much too fast can hold a terrible downfall.
-Chapter End-
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