Visits from an Incubus
Disclaimer: Bleach and its characters belong to Tite Kubo.
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Chapter 2: Insomnia?
Ichigo was in quite a dilemma. Oh, yes. This was pure disaster. Catastrophe. Apocalypse.
"See ya," The enticing voice sounded in his head, and the young man felt himself shiver with dread.
What was that supposed to mean? Was that man – incubus – thing – coming again?
Ichigo groaned; to avoid having contact with that detestable creature, he just had to never sleep again. Or perhaps he should be keeping a weapon in bed with him – a baseball bat, perhaps. But that was uncomfortable, wasn't it? He'd never get any sleep that way. Maybe a silver cross was enough…unless that only worked on vampires. Besides, he wasn't religious; he didn't even own a cross. Or…maybe he should just…
With that amount of mental rambling, it was only inevitable that Ichigo fell asleep at his desk, head cushioned by his arms. Murphy's Law dictated that "anything that can go wrong will go wrong", and so it was only inevitable that, moments later, a tall and muscular leather-clad figure appeared in the modest room.
Grimmjow smirked provocatively, a large hand reaching out to feel Ichigo's fiery hair. The young man sighed with contentment. Mischievously, he planted a kiss on the bare neck, chuckling at the shudders he drew out of the body underneath. His eyes narrowed in anticipation as he prepared to breach Ichigo's consciousness.
Suddenly, the door was kicked open, leaving him barely enough time to conceal himself.
"Yo, Ichigo!"
A tattooed young man with vivid red hair walked in.
"Oh? He's a sleep…Ah well, I came to see if he wanted to watch the new Ruki-Ruki movie, but I guess –"
"Renji," Ichigo's head immediately shot up, looking fully awake, "let's go."
"And you laugh at me for watching Captain Seaweed."
"Shut your pie-hole."
The door slammed shut, and Grimmjow was left there, blinking numbly. Was he just cock-blocked by some lame movie about a genie girl?
When he recovered from his surprise, the incubus smiled crookedly. Ichigo was his, sooner or later.
He wasn't going anywhere.
"Shit." Grimmjow growled before chucking another empty can against the wall.
"Careful, Grimmie, cheap beer will make you impotent someday."
"Shut up, tranny," was the ill-humoured reply.
"Ouch," Luppi mocked, "you've hurt me."
As he received no response, his androgynous features became smug.
"Do I smell sexual frustration?"
Grimmjow gave a noncommittal grunt, "Go away."
The smaller male stayed where he was, "Imagine that," he mumbled to himself in amusement, "an incubus who's not getting enough. You're a shame on our race."
He gracefully dodged the beer can aimed to disfigure his face, and sat down beside Grimmjow.
"Shall I comfort you?" Luppi whispered seductively by his ear, one hand already snaking down his body.
"This ain't gonna work, girl-face," Grimmjow said, though he made no effort to remove the hand, "I like my men with a little muscle."
And bright orange hair, and deep brown eyes and –
"Ugh."
As the pale and slender hand made to undo his jeans, Grimmjow grabbed it with force.
"Get out before I tear you to pieces."
The words were spoken with an unmistakable seriousness, starting a chill of fear through Luppi.
"Fine," he shrugged it off, "your loss."
The air shimmered, and in the next second Grimmjow was left alone, emptying beer cans.
How did this happen? Two week ago, he was fine. He was better than fine. He was Grimmjow, for God's sake. He could have had anyone he wanted. But now he didn't want just anyone.
He wanted a certain little bastard who suddenly just disappeared from his radar.
"What a tease."
Impotent? Grimmjow laughed bitterly as he chugged down another can. He might as well have been. The young, stubborn face came to mind whenever he was feeding. Hell, it came up when he was brushing his teeth (because of course incubi brushed their teeth). The conclusion? His brain refused to shut up about Ichigo, and now he was seriously low on sex mojo, because he couldn't have been bothered to go hunting.
"What. The. Fuck."
Just because the boy tasted so good, and had such a sensitive body, and moaned in a way that he liked so very much –
"Oh, shit."
Slowly, languidly, Grimmjow's right hand slid down his naked chest and abdomen towards the growing bulge in his jeans…
"Aww…Ichi-nii, do you have to go back today?" Yuzu pleaded with her big eyes.
"Yeah, sorry. Even though classes are over, I've got a job." Ichigo ruffled the girl's hair with brotherly affection.
"You should visit more often." Karin pouted.
"I will." He promised.
"Ichigo! Goodbye~"
With familiar movement, the young man evaded his father's violent hug.
"Take care, you guys."
Ichigo on the train, watching his family diminish as the distance between them increased.
Three hours later, when he arrived at the apartment, weary with travel and emotion, Ichigo dove right into his pillow and fell asleep.
It wasn't long before he found himself standing, back pressed against the wall, his mouth being mercilessly ravaged. A rough tongue pried his lips open and began to explore. Already, strong hands were roaming his body, tearing him from his clothes. He wanted to resist, but he didn't have the strength to match the intruder's.
When he was finally freed from the kiss, Ichigo came face to face with Grimmjow. The incubus was wilder in appearance than before – his hair more messy, his eyes more blue, his smirk more feral. And his body was radiating lethal heat.
The young man barely comprehended his situation. He stood there, now naked, caged by Grimmjow's two arms. The scary thing was that he did nothing to protest, as hungry eyes devoured the sight of his trembling body. He didn't remember being this helpless last time.
"You…again…"
"Miss me?"
"No…ahh…"
With a sharp movement, Grimmjow ground against his hips.
"Too bad…'Cause I've missed you…"
As they continued to grind, Ichigo felt that sinful mouth working its magic against his fully exposed body. The pleasure, mixed in with a little pain, tore moans and groans from his throat, one after another.
"This…is a…dream…right?"
A dark, throaty laugh, "Why do you ask?"
"Well…I don't…want Renji to –"
Quickly, he was silenced with another kiss, which threatened to sap all the strength and willpower from his body and mind.
"I don't wanna hear anyone's name but mine."
"You're an idiot."
And maybe he was. Grimmjow, an adult incubus, became attached to a human boy's body. He should have known better, but he was a creature ruled by instincts, accustomed to doing whatever he felt like, consequences be damned.
Grimmjow knew – he was sure – that when he'd had Ichigo, this ridiculous infatuation would be over. After all, he'd never revisited before.
With that in mind, he continued to toy with the young man's body. He loved hearing the unique sounds that only Ichigo could make. He could tell that they were both perilously close to climax as their erotic grinding increased in urgency. With a wicked glint in his eyes, Grimmjow slowed his movements before halting completely. He watched with pride as the young body writhed between his and the wall.
"What's the hurry?" He teased.
Ichigo's arguments were silenced as Grimmjow's lips wrapped around him, a skilful tongue running up and down his length. Two warm hands came around to grab the cheeks of his bottom as fingers traced the crevice in between. The air became sultry and heavy as Ichigo gasped and moaned, pulling roughly at the incubus' hair.
"Ahh…I can't…"
As he felt his entrance being breached for the first time, Ichigo came, panting hard.
"Mmm…" Grimmjow was clearly satisfied with this result; he licked his lips sensually, "You do taste good."
Despite himself, Ichigo felt the blood rush to his face, "Shut up."
"Maybe we should move to the bed," Grimmjow said, gesturing to the young man's wobbling legs.
Without the energy to protest, Ichigo allowed his limp body to be picked up and carried (like a sack of potatoes). He was only a little disappointed when his body sunk into the mattress.
As they tumbled into bed, Grimmjow looked at the face beneath him, youthful and handsome, framed by soft orange hair. He thought that he might like to see this face a little more.
Besides, he'd certainly gotten his fill tonight with Ichigo.
Of course this wasn't procrastination. A good predator – a smart one – knew how to savour his prey.
At least, that was what he told himself.
It took quite a bit of self-control, but he got up and away from sex-rumpled young man, whose body was begging to be touched.
"You're going?" Ichigo asked.
He chuckled when he heard that little bit of reluctance, "Yeah."
Without a goodbye, Grimmjow was gone, though not before stealing a quick kiss.
It wasn't long before Ichigo drifted back into a peaceful slumber, knowing that he would have to wash his underwear when he really woke up.
To be continued.
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Sorry for making you wait. This was chapter was hard to write, since I didn't know what direction I was going in at first.
It was still fun, though! I hope you liked it as well, and I'd love to hear some feedback.
Well then, see you in the next chapter.