The room came into a dim morning focus as Ichigo woke up to the buzz of his alarm. He flopped a hand over to cut the noise and soundlessly stared at the ceiling. All of the anger had ebbed away from the night before.
What it had been replaced with though, was unexpected. He harbored a sort of 'want'; he wanted the feeling that elated him. Even if the feeling was fleeting amidst the forcible sex. He folded his hands over his stomach, there was a tug of his muscles, worn from the tenseness of the past night.
What's going to happen when I move? He thought, he was lying in a neutral territory of no movement, there was bound to be some consequence for the ordeal his body had been through.
Here we go, he pushed himself up and reacted immediately with a strangled yell. It felt like electric currents shot up and down his spine, and then settled to shock the rest of his body. He slowly arched his back and rubbed the small of it, as if he could rub out the sore.
"Dammit…" he puttered. And with 10 minutes of his strict time to get to school wasted, he hobbled about with all the speed he could muster and out himself together.
School turned out to be a combination of badly hidden grimaces, jerky movements, and strained expressions. Ichigo twisted after flinching in his seat, trying to get comfortable and failing.
"Gah," he sighed in an undertone. Chad, Orehime, and Keigo shot perturbed looks between themselves and Ichigo's form, now huddled rigidly over his desk.
Had he been bested in a fight? Doubt it. Dad finally kicked his ass? Nah. They hadn't a clue, he preferred it that way. Questions would remain unanswered and not a single word would slip from his lips about what had conspired. No one would know, ever.
Grimmjow stretched, flexing his arms up above his head with a gratified sigh and dropped them back onto his bed. He kept his eyes closed.
There was nothing to see in his world, the visions that enthralled him were behind his eye lids. Pictures of a red headed boy enveloped in heat and sweat, panting and moaning. The most color he'd seen in ages.
He'd traveled in leaps on the color spectrum, from the blackness of being a hollow then to the stark whiteness of becoming an espada. He hadn't experienced a color for all that it could be, or the possibilities of all the colors he was feeling now. He played the scene over and over again in his head
Orehime could not be shaken. "Maybe I could heal you?" she asked for the thousandth time, walking two steps to every one of Ichigo's.
"No. Orehime," she blushed at mention of her name,
"I'm not hurt. I'm just … confused." Half true, he was confused. Once he'd dug past the remnants of the night that kept him captivated, he distrusted himself. This isn't normal dumbshit, he told himself, you don't fuck the enemy and then ask for it again.
"Ooo, about what? Maybe I can help." She beamed and jogged so that she could face him more fully. Her hair blew softly in the wind, and swayed with her steps. It caught the receding sun and shown amber, it was so long the tips graced Ichigo's cheek.
He didn't answer, just looked at her. She smiled a little, not knowing at what besides her adoration for him. And he smiled back, not knowing for what but his love of her sweetness.
He combed his fingers through the pieces of hair within his reach and spoke simply "You've helped."
Her house was half a mile out of his way, he'd need to retrace the path he'd just taken to get back home. No mind though, he enjoyed her being around him. She had such a soothing manner, even when she moved in silence, sidling a little closer with each passing step. Her warmth cushioned the new turmoil he'd shouldered. No, the half mile was no bother.
They inched to a stop in front of the stair climbing up to her door. She looked at him, his eyes clouded staring into the direction of his house.
He'd have to tackle the uncertainty that had just been suspended for a short while. Without embarrassment, she tipped toward him and pecked him on the check and wriggled her fingers as a 'goodbye' at him and hurried up the stairs before normalcy kicked back in.
The door clunked shut following her, "See ya," Ichigo murmured, turning on his heel to head homeward.
Grimmjow was almost itching with the endless waiting; he sat forward on his knees and drummed his fingers. His heel was wedged in the rain gutter of Ichigo's house, he'd been chilling there for almost a half hour.
A bit late for the guy, that freaky dad of his keeps him on a pretty short leash, he leaned back to look at the darkening sky.
No clouds out today, just a straight shot into the stars. He reached out a hand as if to touch the satin of the universe spread out before him. His hand dropped when he heard the lazy pat-pat of the high schooler's footsteps returning home.
He rolled up into a crouch and looked at Ichigo from a blind spot on the roof, an eyebrow rose. Well, this is unexpected—damn kid looks almost at ease… his trademark scowl had smoothed out and a hint of a smile could almost be seen on his lips.
The boy looked back over his shoulder toward the street and brushed his check. Definite smile, Grimmjow thought watching a small one flower on his face, what the fuck's got him so happy? But the espada found himself smiling a bit too.
Ichigo clicked shut the front door behind him and Grimmjow strolled over to wait by his window.
Ichigo dumped his school crap in its usual corner, although he'd calmed down since his time with Orehime, the pain seared up through his body once more. It'd been happening all day, well hidden behind the everyday mask Ichigo bore, but in the privacy of his room he could let that go.
The espada watched the boy crumble. It startled him. Ichigo stood for a couple seconds in the dead center of his room looking at nothing. Then he just—collapsed into an odd sort of position on the carpeted floor.
There wasn't an expression on his face as he pulled painfully at his shirt. Then brown cloudy eyes locked with electric blue ones, separated by only a panel of glass.
Ichigo's reaction was immediate, it washed over him like a tidal wave, pain leaked through his eyes, his brow furrowed, hands clenched, and crouch stiffened.
Grimmjow was taken aback, is this what I do to him? A confident sneer shone across the room to the huddled figure, but inside it was a little more hesitant. Not faltering he climbed stealthily into the room,
"What?" he drawled, watching the last bit of serenity drain its way out of his face. He looked quite defenseless there on the ground, and not quite the deceiving type of helplessness he'd seen before.
This was the emotional kind, conflict was palpable in the air, it swirled around in the boy's spiritual pressure—he was torn up about something.
Ichigo couldn't decipher whether he wanted to slaughter or jump the man standing just a few feet in front of him. The pain in his back, in his heart, and….in his rear told him to rip the guy limb from limb. But fire in his gut told him to fuck him.
Fuck him until anything going through his head right now would be bashed into silence and not torment him another second. He took in a breath and asked, "What're you doin' here?"
"I dunno, I guess to remind you of the layout of your room. Bed's over there," he extended an arm in mock chivalry, "Wanna hand?"
To both his and Grimmjow's immense surprise, he placed his own hand into the espada's and allowed himself to be pulled up. He let out a staggering breath and dug his free hand into the small of his back.
"Ahhh, still sore then?" Grimmjow exhaled into his ear.
Staring at the ground he growled, "Yea, thanks." Trying to put all the anger he could muster into it, but couldn't hide the strain as he looked up.
Grimmjow looked right back down at him, he looks tired….and with that placed his hand over Ichigo's on his back and dropped him softly into his bed, he watched the red head wince.
Slowly, he dipped his head in closer and close to Ichigo's mouth.
Ichigo stared transfixed at the two parted lips closing the distance to him, he could feel the heat rolling off the other's body so close to his own.
He didn't want this kind of contact, this was too intimate. He wanted pleasure, he wanted that mind blowing tingling that left him stunned before. A mere second before their lips touched, he tilted away.
The espada stopped, I wanted to kiss him? His body said yes, but he wanted the sex he came for just as much. He crept a testing hand lower on Ichigo's back, a sharp intake of breath and the rigid body told him to halt.
He looked at the soul reaper's still turned face, his lips moved slightly in little more than a whisper, "Don't stop." His eyes were shut, he felt Ichigo's fingers trail his hip bone and fondle his pants.
Their eyes locked a second time in a sideways look that churned Grimmjow's stomach, he needed this badly. He ripped off his pants in a quick motion and tugged off Ichigo's shirt. After threading out the buttons on the boy's pants, he jerked his hips up to drag them off.
"HAH!" Ichigo moaned in pain, throwing an arm over his face. Grimmjow stopped, that wasn't the kind of noise he wanted to hear. Nothing got him going more than a moan telling him he was doing right by Ichigo, that he was as turned on as he himself was.
Slow, he tamed himself, he wanted to make him writhe in pleasure, not in pain.
He lowered him gentle as a baby and glided his pants off, Ichigo was still frozen with his eyes covered and mouth ajar. He climbed up to his neck and powdered the exposed skin with kisses as he slid out of his own jacket.
Grimmjow pecked his way down the teen's chest, feeling it rise and fall quicker the farther down he went. He curled a finger under the waistband of his boxers and dragged them with controlled sluggishness to reveal Ichigo's cock.
Ichigo had gone still, waiting blind for what was supposed to happen next. Grimmjow was a rough guy, he'd know from fighting him.
This measured pace he was playing at scarred him more than being thrown to the ground and fucked raw. But he stayed exposed, he didn't want to fight whatever it was that was happening. The warm hand on his hip felt to right there.
Then in an instant that drew on for what felt like hours, Grimmjow's hot, wet mouth enveloped his erection.
"Ahh!" Ichigo moaned to the window he was facing, his hands now gripping the sheets beside him. A perfect sound that made the espada's lips curl around Ichigo's member, he hummed and the vibrations tickled.
Ichigo gasped and wound a hand into Grimmjow's hair. Panting and curling his toes he melted while the espada attended to his nearly exploding dick. Then suddenly, the warmth was gone and Ichigo opened his eyes to an aroused set of blue ones looking down at him.
Grimmjow reached around him, and smirked at the half dazed look on Ichigo's face, "Let's make this good." And rolled him up, over, and sat him down on his hips.
Grimmjow's hardness pressed behind him, Ichigo stared down at the man he straddled, reading over his body like a book. His eyes caught on the hole punched through his abdomen, not really thinking he ran his finger around the edge and around and saw the effect it was having on Grimmjow. The espada had shut his eyes and laid his head down, breathing a bit heavier.
"Ha ha," Ichigo let out, "feel good, Jeagerjacks?" Grimmjow lifted the most lust filled expression up to him and said huskily, "yea..."
Grimmjow spat into his palm and wound it around Ichigo to lube himself up. The soul reaper watched, and with a sort of abandonment, plucked the espada's hand off and slid to the hilt down on him. Ichigo stuttered out an exhale at the same moment Grimmjow grunted with the new pressure. He tested some movement, and found solace in letting each other grind and move in search for the best spot.
Finally Grimmjow hit it; already full with the tantalizing friction Ichigo buried his face in the other's collarbone, grabbed himself and came into his hands.
He tightened harshly around Grimmjow, milking him dry inside, he finished with a satisfied growl. They stayed for a couple moments as they were, both bathing in the finale.
Grimmjow looked at the boy coiled into himself, and tipped his face up for a kiss. The red head's unwilling lips clasped shut and he once more turned his head.
The espada's temper flared, pulling his chin to face him he demanded, "What! I give you sex and you can't even go for a little kiss?" he taunted angrily and lightly slapped his cheek, "first time ya virgin?"
"Shut the fuck up hollow!" he hissed. "Yeah we fucked. Don't make you anything more than something to get off on. So cut the shit." He lashed out at the smug-ass.
This pissed him off, yes, it was his first everything and Grimmjow took it all. He could at least have this to hold over his head.
"Whatever fuck face, don't come drooling at my feet when you're burning for more," Grimmjow snarled shoving Ichigo into the wall behind him, "I'm out." And he phased out the window.
Ichigo stared at the pitch black outside, I need a fucking lock.
Hey! So there goes the 3rd chapter. Man it took forever! Don't be mean, but I like comments, maybe point me in a direction I didn't even know the story could go. I'm hoping to go up to like 10 chapters…I've got it pretty much sketched out what I want to do.
I just got hooked on this soap opera (shut up, it's good) b/c clearly I think gay couples are cute, and hot and other good things. Found it on youtube the main focus is this fella' named Luke, and he's come out that he's gay, and you just kinda follow him through to the end. He's an amazing actor and has a great smile, it's one of those that curls up on the ends like a smirk. ADORABLE. Funny thing is, as the series goes on his hair changes from episode to episode. The show's called "As the World Turns" there are other characters' story but our youtube saviors have cut out the crap I don't care about and just posted up Luke's story. So if you're game, start out with "Luke's Story" on MarkDutchViewer's channel (not much gay love, but he's an engaging character) then you can move onto LukeVanFan's channel for the remainder until the end. A fair warning though, this IS a soap opera. So there are multiple cheesey and just plain stupid parts…gets good.
When and if you're done tell me this: 'Nuke' or 'LuRe' fan?