Visits from an Incubus

Disclaimer: Bleach and its characters belong to Tite Kubo.

Chapter 3: Bad Habit

Ichigo knew that these nightly encounters were no good for him; Grimmjow's appearance screamed danger and wickedness. Even so, he didn't know how to keep the incubus away – he wasn't even sure that he wanted to anymore.

Ever since the young man returned from his father's house, he found himself in those kinds of dreams every night. In this unbearable summer heat, he writhed underneath that hot body until he could no longer distinguish reality from fantasy. If he had any doubts before, Ichigo was sure now that Grimmjow was made for seduction and sex. Resistance seemed so fatuous and time-consuming that he simply didn't bother anymore. For however long they were together, he allowed the incubus to do (almost) whatever sinful things he wanted. After all, young men were weak to pleasure.

Of course, this sexual gratification came with a price. While Grimmjow did wondrous things to his body, Ichigo felt his energy being drained. This, in turn, caused an increase in the young man's appetite (for food, of course).

The only strange thing was that the incubus gave that intense pleasure without seeking it in return.

It wasn't as if the young man wanted to please Grimmjow, or some such nonsense. He was the victim, here – being toyed with and fed on was more than enough. He simply wanted to know why someone who seemed so forceful and malicious was, in a sense, spoiling him.

It was in Ichigo's nature to be straightforward and honest. And so that night, as he lay in bed recovering from orgasm, he asked about it.

Grimmjow stared incredulously at him with wide blue eyes and a gaping mouth, and for a moment (only a moment) Ichigo thought that the expression was a little (only a little) adorable. Then, suddenly, the wicked creature began to laugh in that wild, unrestrained way, sending shivers all over his body.

When he became silent, there was a predatory smirk on his face; those hypnotic blue eyes burned with desire. Ichigo knew, in an instant, that he had asked the wrong question. He swallowed thickly as the incubus took one of his hands and placed it on his clothed groin. The young man couldn't help but gasp as he felt the bulge there.

"Since you offered," Grimmjow narrowed his eyes in anticipation, "wanna take care of that for me?"

Evidently, there was such a thing as too much honesty.

As Grimmjow removed his black leather pants, Ichigo's throat went dry. A number of things were notable about this naked body beside him: first, the incubus wore no undergarments; second, that shocking blue hair was most certainly natural; third, it was so…big. In response, Ichigo's own body stirred with excitement once again.

Suddenly, his already-swollen lips were captured, meshing with Grimmjow's smooth ones. Warm hands took his own and placed them around the exposed length. Out of curiosity, just to see what he could do, Ichigo started to rub and massage and feel. Immediately, he heard the incubus moan hoarsely into their kiss.

Ichigo was captivated; he simply didn't want to look away. Grimmjow's handsome face was wholly erotic. The young man felt his own member twitch with arousal; he never knew that giving pleasure could feel so good.

Breathily, the incubus laughed, "Such a good boy, Ichigo…"

Without warning, he tore the inexperienced hands away and flipped them over. In a matter of seconds, Grimmjow was in control once again. He ground his hips down so that their unclothed erections rubbed together. The resulting friction was unbearable, yet they continued to grind. Ichigo's body trembled with need as he felt a finger circling his entrance.

"Mmm…"

Gradually, their languid pace quickened to one frantic with desire. Neither could stop the almost instinctual movement of their hips.

So good, so hot…

"Ah!"

Needless to say, Renji found Ichigo raiding the fridge the next day.

"Hmm…" Luppi chewed his bottom lip thoughtfully, "You look…happy, Grimmie."

"…I thought I locked the door."

"Ha! If locks could keep an incubus out, wouldn't we be extinct by now?"

"Tch."

"Oh, don't be so stingy. I'm just concerned with your mood swings. Is it that time of the month?"

"Shut up. Go away."

"Did you feed?"

"None of your business."

"You've been going to the same human, haven't you? A handsome boy."

Grimmjow shrugged.

"And you haven't finished him."

"So, what?"

"Is he special?"

"Not really."

"Are you sure?"

"Fuck off."

"Alright, alright."

The smaller demon raised his hands in mock surrender, and disappeared.

"Special?" Grimmjow laughed harshly, "Who knows?"

As a bartender, Ichigo's met quite a few interesting people on the job. This young man in front of him, however, was something else. With a delicate figure, an exquisite face, and a head of glossy black hair, he looked almost too young to drink. Since he walked in, several people have mistaken him for a girl, yet he didn't mind at all. In fact, this mysterious customer seemed to enjoy the attention, as if the hungry eyes of men thrilled him.

He didn't dance; he simply sat in his place at the bar counter, quietly sipping one drink after another. Whenever Ichigo turned around to prepare the order, he thought he felt that pair of big lavender eyes boring holes into his back.

This went on for quite some time, until the young bartender's shift ended.

As he exited the building onto the deserted street a hand reached out to grab his arm, halting him. Ichigo immediately tensed as he turned around to see the smug face of his mysterious customer, whose small frame was surprisingly strong.

"You're Ichigo, right?"

How did he know?

"Yeah." Ichigo answered hesitantly.

"So, is it fun?"

"Huh?"

The pretty young man leaned in, secretly whispering, "Is it fun, using our Grimmjow to get off every night?"

"What?"

"He's very good in bed, isn't he? A little slow in the head, though."

Ichigo was dumbfounded. Didn't this person know a little too much about Grimmjow? More importantly, how did he know about Grimmjow at all?

"How –"

"How do I know? Because he's mine, of course."

The smug look on his androgynous face, coupled with that absolute statement, was just a little irritating. Ichigo freed himself from the slender hand, and turned to walk away without a word.

"Oh, don't get upset," Sounded the mocking voice, "I'll let you borrow Grimmie for a while, as long as you return him in good condition."

Having stopped in his tracks, the young man turned around.

Calmly, he said, "Grimmjow isn't some toy, you know."

Of course, he knew next to nothing about Grimmjow himself, but Ichigo understood that no one deserved to be talked of in such a way.

"Oh? Awfully protective, aren't we?"

He didn't respond to the taunt, but simply made to leave. This time, however, an arm that was strong and familiar snaked around his waist, thus restricting his movements.

Grimmjow's deep, husky voice sounded by his ear, "Get out of my business, ya tranny. And what's with that 'I'm yours' business?"

The smaller man burst out laughing, "You're welcome, Grimmie."

In a few seconds, Ichigo was left alone on the street with Grimmjow, thoroughly confused.

"Uh, Grimmjow –"

Quickly, the young man's questions were swallowed in a forceful yet gentle kiss. This was so different from the ones they'd shared before. Ichigo's pulse was quickening, heat coursing through his trembling body – all from a simple kiss.

What were they again? Ichigo was so sure that he had a lot of questions to ask, yet he couldn't remember any of them at the moment.

When Grimmjow finally let him go, all he could manage was, "Am I…dreaming again?"

The incubus laughed, "No, Ichigo. This is real."

As the statement settled in, the young man felt himself blushing from the tips of his toes to the roots of his hair. He struggled to get free from the hold, but was mortified to find that he didn't have the strength.

"Let me go!" He protested, embarrassed.

"Are you sure?" Grimmjow took the opportunity to nibble his sensitive – and very red – earlobe, "You can barely stand, Ichigo."

"Shut up! Just…let go!"

"Why so shy?" The seductive laugh made him shudder, "You really look like a strawberry right now…Mmm…We've done worse things than this, haven't we?"

Having freed one of his arms, Ichigo gave the incubus a good punch in the face.

"Ow."

"You asked for it."

Though his legs were a little wobbly, Ichigo walked on home. It wasn't long before he heard another set of footsteps beside him. A hand, large and warm, reached out to grab his. The summer heat was unbearable, even at night, but Ichigo didn't mind.

Of course, he wasn't going to let Grimmjow know that.

"Gross. Go away."

"Nah. Don't ya know? Perverts love this time of night."

"Isn't there one right beside me?"

"Haha…that's mean, Ichigo.

Feeling safe around such a dangerous beast – perhaps he was going insane.

"I've got some questions for you, Grimmjow."

"Really? And just how do you plan to get the answers out of me?"

To be continued.

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