Visits from an Incubus
I revised last week's hasty chapter for grammar and narrative flow, so nothing's changed plot-wise (plot? What plot?). Sorry for all the mistakes. I'll be more careful in the future.
Disclaimer: Bleach and its characters belong to Tite Kubo.
Chapter 4: Interrogation
Nervously, the young man took in his surroundings, planning possible routes of escape – not that he would ever succeed in running away. He was, after all, in a modest hotel room with a dangerous creature, who lured him here promising to answer his questions. It felt like being caught in a trap, especially now that they were standing beside an immaculate bed.
The predator was watching him with hunger, as if picturing all the possible ways to devour him, so that Ichigo felt hyper-aware of even his own breathing. Those electrifying blue eyes that feral smirk foreshadowed such unspeakable pleasures; his body involuntarily tensed in anticipation.
Silence only made the sultry atmosphere even more unbearable.
"So?" Grimmjow finally spoke as he sunk languidly into the nearby mattress, "Ask away."
Standing stiffly by the bed upon which he was sprawled sensually, Ichigo swallowed his anxiety.
"What exactly...are you?"
A low chuckle of amusement, "An incubus – you know that."
"But...you're real."
"Gee, thanks for noticing."
"But then...How do you get into my dreams?"
Grimmjow did not answer immediately, but sat up leaning against the headboard.
"C'mere, Ichigo."
The young man's chocolate-brown eyes were cautious as he inched closer to the bed. In a movement that was not entirely unexpected, a hand reached to grab his forearm, pulling him into a sudden deep kiss. Exasperated, as if giving in to the persistent demands of a spoiled child, he allowed himself to be swept away by the intense sensations. In the physical world, the feel of the incubus's rough yet skilful tongue was even more exciting than that in his dreams.
And then, there was the oxygen problem...
By the time he was released from the passionate kiss, Ichigo found himself sitting in Grimmjow's lap, straddling the latter's thighs. He felt two forceful hands on his hips holding him in place. In this situation, he decided, squirming and struggling would only cause more trouble.
"You haven't answered my question."
"Well, you looked so...uncomfortable" – sinful hands moved up to cup his bottom – "standing there."
"How is this better?" The young man muttered to himself with ill humour.
"Now," he insisted, curiosity aflame, "You gonna answer or what?"
"Hmm..." Grimmjow began to nibble and kiss and lick, "Yeah, I'll tell you. But –"
"But?"
"I have questions for you too." The otherwise ordinary statement, murmured by his ear, sent shivers running all over Ichigo's body.
"Er...That's fair, I guess."
"Well, how do I explain this?" Even when thoughtful, Grimmjow never ceased to take advantage of their positions, "Incubi are physical beings, like humans…" – his disobedient hands began to knead and massage the young man's buttocks, eliciting restrained moans – "But while sleeping, we have the ability to leave our bodies and enter people's subconscious and…well, you know. That's the only way we can feed."
Ichigo blinked in surprise, "I didn't think you knew so many big words."
"You callin' me dumb?" The incubus bit down on the young man's nape in childish retribution.
"Ow!" He protested, but couldn't quite get angry when he saw the tinge of red on Grimmjow's cheeks.
"You got any more powers I should know about?"
"Well, I'm really good at doing naughty things."
"That's not wha – ah!"
To demonstrate, the incubus mischievously thrust his hips upward, creating delicious friction between their groins.
"How come you've never wanted to ask me questions before?" He asked teasingly as he began a tantalizing rhythm.
"Well, you don't really…give me any chances to…ooh…talk…"
"Right..."
"Hey, stop." Ichigo suddenly began to protest in earnest, "I was just at work."
"So?"
"I work in a smelly nightclub, and it's so humid outside."
"And?"
"Do I have to spell it out?" He tugged roughly on the blue hair in annoyance, "I need a shower."
"You're right."
"What?" The young man had that sinking feeling that he'd once again said something wrong.
"Let's take a shower." Even if Grimmjow didn't say "together", Ichigo heard the implications behind the declaration.
Oh, shit...was the only thought that ran through his mind as the incubus pulled him into the bathroom.
"I'm tired, you know?" As a last, desperate attempt at resistance, he grumbled, "Just let me wash up and sleep..."
"Oh? But this was your idea."
"No, it wasn't, you sick bastard –"
While Grimmjow's talented lips and tongue kept Ichigo's protests silent, his hands sensuously wandered the young man's body, slowly peeling off every last layer of clothing. Having removed his own clothes, he guided the two of them into the bathtub.
All this was done without breaking the hypnotic kiss. When the showerhead began to spray warm water onto the both of them, Ichigo was finally allowed to complain to the taller male radiating heat from behind him.
"Get out. It's crowded."
"Oh, don't be shy. It's not like I haven't seen you naked before."
That said, the incubus began to work his magic. Shampoo-covered fingers wove through bright orange hair and began to massage the scalp.
Somehow, these physical experiences were so much more intense than those dream encounters. Knowing that this lustful demon was now tangible, the young man felt his heated touches like never before. Pleasure melted resistance away like it was ice-cream in the summer heat.
"Ah..."
"Damn." Grimmjow muttered in wonder as he rinsed Ichigo's hair, "Now you're just asking for it."
Even though heat rushed right down to his groin, the incubus kept himself in check. He lathered the lightly-tanned skin with soap, feeling the sleek muscles underneath. Whether it was with wicked intentions or not, he purposely avoided touching the young man's half-erect member.
Steam rose languorously around the small space, so that even the air was heavy with desire as the naked, slick sensation of skin sliding over skin drove both of them near the edge.
"Grimmjow..."
"You're killin' me, ya know?" Hearing his name being used in such a way was more than enough to crumble any barriers that had been set up.
"Hey!"
"Whoa!"
The funny thing about porcelain bathtubs was that they tended to get slippery when wet. And so when the incubus took a step forward, intending to do naughty, naughty things with that body before him, his foot slipped. Thanks to gravity (?), he lost balance and fell gracelessly backwards, taking the young man in his arms with him. The back of Ichigo's head collided with his chest. The back of Grimmjow's head, however, was not so lucky – it promptly made not-so-gentle contact with the hard edge of the bathtub, making a not-so-painless and resounding thud.
As the incubus faded from consciousness, he saw the young face hovering over him, full of concern, and felt his head being cradled. Deliriously, he began to think that maybe it wasn't so bad. In fact, he wondered if he should get hurt more...
This sexy incubus was definitely getting soft (not in that way, of course).
As Grimmjow's mind shut down, Ichigo was left with the heady task of dragging the corpse (?) into bed. As he towed the unconscious incubus towards his destination, the young man noticed something that froze him with shock. In turn, the unfortunate head made contact with the bedroom carpet.
"How can he still be hard? Idiot..."
Sighing, he picked Grimmjow back up and unceremoniously tossed him onto the mattress. Ichigo then sat at the edge of the bed, simply staring. The usually wild blue hair had been tamed by water, clinging lovingly to the pale and handsome face. Beads of moisture dotted the lithe, powerful body, giving it an enticing sheen.
As if Grimmjow needed to be any more attractive.
The young man felt his throat go dry, "I should...dry him off..."
After making sure that the incubus wasn't bleeding from the injury, he wrapped a towel around his own waist, not wanting to put his dirty clothes back on, and took two more from the bathroom shelf. With one covering the problem area, Ichigo began to rub the blue hair dry whilst trying to soothe the growing bump on the back of Grimmjow's head.
"What am I going to do with you?" The young man muttered to himself, though there wasn't a trace of complaint in his voice.
Soon, the fatigue he'd been pushing back overtook him. He climbed into bed, covering both of them with the blanket, and fell into a peaceful slumber.
When Renji woke up that morning, he did not get the chance to enjoy coffee; he was too busy looking for his missing roommate. Ichigo never came home from work last night – his bedroom was empty, the door left wide open. Nothing was touched, either. Immediately, the redhead dialled his cellphone number.
The relief of hearing the call being picked up lasted for only an instant.
"What?" Because that gruff, angry voice did not belong to Ichigo.
"Eh?" Renji was sure that he had the right number, "Uh...Ichigo?"
"He's sleeping! And so was I!" The irritated male on the other side of the line hung up, leaving a very confused redhead standing there.
"Huh, so he finally got laid..."
"Hey," Having heard the commotion, Ichigo mumbled sleepily, "What do you have against sleep?"
"Wake up. It's almost noon."
The deep, amused voice sounding by his ear immediately chased slumber from his mind. Having opened his eyes, he found himself in bed with Grimmjow, whose exposed upper body was bathed in golden sunlight. He gaped in surprise.
"See something ya like?" The incubus teased.
The young man didn't even have time to redden with embarrassment, "But...the sun...You were always leaving before sunrise..."
"Well, I gotta get back in my body, don't I?"
"So…you can go out during the day?"
The incubus snorted, "Don't you have me confused with something else?"
"Well, as long as you don't sparkle..."
Although, Ichigo thought, Grimmjow might even look good that way.
Hands on his lower back pressed the two bodies flush against one another, making the young man very aware of a certain situation down below.
"Ahh...Doesn't your...hah...head hurt?
"Nope," He lied, of course, but the incubus wasn't going to pass up an opportunity like this, "I get to ask the questions now, right?"
Morning was such a glorious time of day...
To be continued.
I was more careful this time around, I think…Hope that answers some of your questions about incubi? C: I didn't have too much mythology to draw from, since the incubus is pretty obscure. (Although I'm not sure why.) The thing about being able to enter other people's dreams, I took from an episode of SpongBob SquarePants. Um, yeah. You read that right...Hahaha. XD
Poor Grimmjow...cock-blocked by a bathtub. Heheh…sorry about the almost-there-tease-shower-sex. I'll get to the good stuff soon, I promise!
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And my passionate love for ellipsis points continues...