Author's note: Finally! Sex! Thank you to all who have reviewed and read my work. Man... I'm surprised you guys aren't sick of them yet. XD Ah... Drunk Ichigo in this is definitely OOC. There are roughly 1-3 chapters left for 'Paint you in blue.'
Also, Since 'Paint you in blue' is so sickeningly sweet I've decided to write a dark, smut based GrimmIchi fic filled with Master/slave, BDSM and Stockholm syndrome (Ah~ the three things that a Sadists like me adores…) once 'Paint you in blue' is finished. Opinions on this would be very welcome. Thanks :3
This chapter is dedicated to Racey and Flyingshadow. Thanks for keeping me company all the time while I suffer through my insomnia.
Paint You In Blue: Alcohol gets you laid
Grimmjow was lying on the sofa, an arm over his eyes, and for first time in his life, felt like he was depressed. Utterly and totally depressed, the great Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez had never sunk so low. The wall nearby now sported a neat hole where he had placed his fist through. His hand now throbbed and his knuckles were bruised and red, but the pain was nothing compared to the ache in his heart. He laughed at himself for such a cliché thought.
Pantera, the little bastard, was resting on his bare stomach and it seemed as if there was a temporary truce between the two since both weren't trying to kill each other. Damn, pity from a cat, how sad. He reached out to stoke its white fur, just noticing that the kitten was no longer blue. 'Ah, Ichigo must've bathed him, lucky cat,' he thought. Pantera purred and curled up into a ball.
How the hell was he to fix this now? Groveling and begging for forgiveness seemed like a good idea at the moment. Fuck his pride, but even if he did manage to get Ichigo's forgiveness, would their relationship change for the worst? The gentle air of companionship and friendship had been ripped apart the moments their lips touched. Now if they met each other… Would it be tense and awkward? He would rather die then have that happen.
He laid there for god knows how long (Pantera was fast asleep), meandering within his own mind thinking of ways to fix this 'problem'. Some plans were more rational than the others, an apology was definitely needed, that was a given, but just how to say it was the question. Ichigo would never talk to him if he did something loud and obnoxious, but something small and discreet might not be able to convey his apology as strong as he wanted to. What to do?
The buzzing of his phone vibrating in his pockets almost had him shitting himself. He fell off the sofa and Pantera scratched him a bit in annoyance before scampering off. He pulled out his phone and relief crashed over him like a typhoon at the caller ID. Ichigo. Instantly he picked up, "...Hi?" he mentally kicked himself at how hesitant he sounded.
There was a lot of giggling on the other line. "Grimm~ Come pick me up?" said Ichigo in a light voice filled with giggles. What the fuck?
"Where are you and what are you doing?" he asked, concern creeping up on him.
"I told you silly~ At Hueco Mundo with Renji n' stuff," Ichigo giggled again. Grimmjow had never heard such a childish sound come from the redhead. "Come pick me up? I dunno where I am." Ichigo yelped, "Stop it Renji, you're tickling me!."
Anger flared at him and he swallowed it down thickly. "You… just told me that you're at Hueco Mundo… aren't you?"
He could practically hear Ichigo grinning stupidly. "Oh yeah...I am! Thanks for reminding me Grimm~"
"Ichigo… are you drunk?" he asked, very worried now. Ichigo never got drunk, ever. Something bad must've happened, maybe his drink got spiked. "Ichigo stay where you are and do not leave with anyone, is that clear?" he ordered. Grimmjow moved to get his car keys and didn't bother putting on his shirt. "I'll be there soon so wait okay?" he slammed the door shut.
"Grimmjow~ you're funny, Teehee~" giggled Ichigo and the line went dead.
"Fuck!" snarled Grimmjow as he rushed down the flights of stairs and practically leapt into his car before driving off like a maniac. He prayed to whatever or whoever was out that that nothing happened to the only person he had ever loved.
"Renji~ I called him," said Ichigo with a huge smile. Now with the scowl gone from his face he looked many years younger than what he actually was; shit he looked like jailbait.
Renji laughed loudly. "Man... You're so damn cute when you're drunk, we should get you wasted more often man," he slurred as he spoke.
Ichigo's eyebrows furrowed as he frowned. "I'm not cute," he insisted, "Grimmjow is," he said with a giggle and a grin.
"Pft, that bastard cute? That's like saying a rabid panther is cute." Renji slurred as he spoke, his eyes focused on the smooth lips in front of them. He wanted to kiss them.
"…But Renji, panthers are cute!" Ichigo tried to look serious and solemn but failed when he almost toppled over his own feet.
"You got bad taste man, but I love ya!" the tattooed man caught the strawberry morsel in his arms. "Oi..." he muttered as he nuzzled his face in orange hair. "Where's Ikakaku and Shuuuuhay?" he asked.
Ichigo glanced at a table nearby where Shuuhei and Ikkaku were currently drunk out of their minds. The four of them had passed the point of rowdy laughter and stupidity. Now they were all just really, really drunk. "We drank too much… I think."
"Nah, you're just a lightweight."
"Mhn... Maybe..." Ichigo mumbled as he fiddled with his shirt. "'S hot in here…" he looked at Renji, "Come with me outside to get some air? It's hot in here."
Renji made a whiny reluctant noise. "Aw... Can't you go yerself?"
Ichigo shook his head violently. "I can't, and Grimm said I couldn't leave the club alone," he pouted cutely. "Please Renji?"
Renji stared blankly at Ichigo's helpless expression and the front of his pants began to feel really tight. "Gah! Fine then," he took the redhead's hand in his, "Lead the way."
"You're such a good friend," said Ichigo with a giggle as they staggered their way down the stairs and through the dance floor. Surprisingly the two made it out the back door and into the alley without falling over or getting separated. "Ah, feels good." Ichigo raised his head, eyes closed and a gentle smile on his face he relished the feel of the cool night air.
"Hey… Ichigo…"Renji gently lead him against the wall. He placed the redhead's wrists beside him against the wall and rubbed his wrists. "God, you turn me on," he nibbled on the smaller man's neck roughly.
Ichigo giggled. "Renji~ Watchu doing?" he asked, "It tickles."
Renji stopped what he was doing and glanced up. "What does it look like, you idiot? Sex, man: it's sex."
Ichigo snorted and looked down at the tattooed man that had returned to nipping on his neck. "Haha, you suck at thi-" he stopped midway to groan as Renji began to clumsily palm his crotch.
Grimmjow skid his car to a halt in front of Hueco Mundo. Not caring about parking, he got out of the car and slammed the door shut. Shirtless and enveloped in a threatening air he had no trouble entering the club without having to wait in the line that was already miles long. The bouncer immediately allowed him entry no questions asked when the ripped blunet shot him a bone chilling glare.
Straight away he was assaulted by the horrible heat that was caused by over crowding and the smell of sweat tainted the air. The loud music blared into his ears and he winced in annoyance. He hated places like this, where a mass of people would come and act like over sexed and drunken animals. It was really sad. His eyes darted everywhere looking for a certain redhead. He growled when he couldn't find the person he was looking for. Noticing the second level, he thought that perhaps the younger man would be there. After all Ichigo wasn't the type for crowds either, why he had chosen to come here in the first place was beyond Grimmjow. It must've been his idiotic friends.
He made his way through the dance floor, fending himself from both males and females who were trying to gyrate against him. Most of the time they would back off when he growled or glared at them but every now and then he had to shove away an overly eagerly person who just didn't get the message. He really should've gotten a shirt… By the time he was walking up the stairs he was livid with anger. The shit he had to go through for his strawberry. He got up the second level and was thankful for the quiet. He glanced around and almost wanted to kill something when he couldn't find his redhead.
He marched over to the bar counter where a tall messy haired brunette was currently asleep on the job. "Oi!" he yelled gruffly, slamming his hands on the counter. "Wake up!" he growled.
The lazy bartender groaned as he opened a bleary eye. He scratched his head and then yawned. "What would you like, newcomer?" he asked.
"Have you seen a man with bright orange hair anywhere around here?" asked Grimmjow. "He's 'bout this height." He made a gesture to indicate that the man he was searching for was about a head shorter than him.
"Ah." Recognition flashed through the bartender's eyes. "I think I know who you're talking about; you can't forget hair of that shade, or that expression."
"Do you know where he is?" asked the blunet.
"Poor lil' tyke got really drunk, his male friend had to take him out back, haven't seen them since."
"Fuck, thanks." Grimmjow was about to make his leave but something the lethargic man caught his attention. "What expression?"
The bartender yawned. "Hard to forget such a 'please rape me' expression."
"God fucking damnit!" snarled the blunet as he practically sprinted down the stairs and out the back. He had told Ichigo not to leave with anyone, damnit! When he found the redhead, he was going to spank that lil' piece of fruit 'til Ichigo had learnt his bloody lesson and never left his side again.
"Such energy," mumbled Stark as he rested his head on his arms and began to gently doze off again. Ah, youth these days…
Grimmjow once again made his way through a thicket of people as he headed towards the back door. Shit! He had told Ichigo not to leave damnit, and what does the little idiot do? He leaves! He flung open the door and was met with the cold night air. His eyes frantically darted in all directions looking for vibrant orange hair. Where was he? Giggling caught his attention.
"Renji…" another giggle that was very familiar, "Feels nice."
Grimmjow headed towards the noise and the sight before him had been seeing a bloody red. A beast, angry and raging tore in the pit of his stomach.
Against the wall of a building was Ichigo who was gasping and moaning. Every now and then a giggle would break free from his lips. Another man was currently nibbling on the redhead's neck, a hand delving within his open jeans. It was Renji! How dare he touch what wasn't his!
Grimmjow charged towards the two males and threw Renji off Ichigo who slumped to the floor slowly when there was no one to keep him up.
"What the fuc-!" Renji didn't have time to finish his words as a first collided with his face. The force of it sent him rearing backwards and he was about to fall to the floor but strong hands gripped at the front of his shirt and slammed him against the wall. The air left his lungs in a whoosh. He stared in horror at the teal eyes that bore down on him.
Grimmjow was seething in anger. The jealousy and rage like a storm that showed no signs of clearing up and all those that were in its path were doomed; in this case, it was the tattooed fucker named Renji. Grimmjow leaned in close, his ragged breathing doing nothing to calm himself down. "Don't you fucking touch what's mine ever again," snarled the blunet viciously. When the drunken bastard didn't say or do anything Grimmjow slammed the idiot against the wall again with more force, pleased at the groan of pain that spouted forth. "Do you understand that, you little speck of crap?"
Renji winced at the pain that wracked his back. He would no doubt be really bruised tomorrow. He nodded his head.
The blunet growled again. His anger not yet quenched. "You don't come anywhere near Ichigo again, is that clear? I don't care if he's your friend. If I see you anywhere near him, I'll make sure you won't live long enough to regret it." He leaned in closer to Renji's ear. "He's mine, all mine, so fuck off before I make you shit pineapples." He slammed the tattooed male against the wall harshly one last time before he let the body drop listlessly to the floor.
Fury still writhing within him, he turned away before he did anymore damage. Instead he focused on the person that had caused his heart ache to begin with. Ichigo was no longer on the floor; instead the strawberry was using the wall to try to get back on his feet. Grimmjow sighed, both relieved and annoyed. "Ichi…" he murmured before scooping the redhead into his arms bridal style.
Ichigo's eyes lit up when he saw the blunet. "Ah! Grimm~ You came," he said with a cheery smile. "Um…Where's Renji?" he asked, now looking adorably confused.
"Gone, think he went to sleep," said the artist gruffly as he walked away from the mentioned person.
Ichigo crossed his arms with a huff. "What a jerk… he didn't even say good bye."
Grimmjow rolled his eyes, the anger slowly seeping away now that he had what he most wanted in his arms. His brows furrowed. "Did you drink a lot tonight or did you feel funny after one drink?"
Ichigo grinned at him and childishly held up all his fingers. "I had more than this much," he said as he wiggled the digits.
"You aren't leaving my sight again," growled the blunet. If he hadn't gotten here as fast as he could then who knows what would've happened. At least Ichigo's drink hadn't been spiked, he would've killed the fucker that had attempted to, and he had barely managed to reframe from killing Renji. Jail wasn't a place that he wanted to go; sure, he could handle himself and probably rule the place, but the food would be no where near as good as Ichigo's cooking… and he wouldn't have Ichigo near him either.
"Mhn, 'kay then..." Ichigo nuzzled his face deeper into the blunet's chest and Grimmjow could feel the redhead's gentle breathing on his neck.
His finger tightened ever so slightly and he carried Ichigo to the car. He shot blazing glares at people that stared at them. They must've looked funny, a blue haired man that was half naked carrying a giddy orange hair man. Holding Ichigo with one hand, he opened the car door with the other hand and gently placed the redhead in the back leather seats. He buckled the strawberry up and went to the driver's seat himself. They drove off leaving the noise of the club behind.
Grimmjow finally calmed himself down. "Honestly, what would you do without me?" he asked, not expecting a reply.
Ichigo blinked blearily and started pulling at his clothes, "Hmm?" he scoffed, "It's: What would you do without me?" he started to take off his shirt.
The artist took a sharp inhale of breath as he watched his childhood friend strip from the rear mirror. "What the fuck are you doing?" he asked.
"It's really, really hot in here." He unbuckled his seatbelt and began to take off his tank top.
"Just wind down the goddamn windows." He tried to growl out his words but they came out sort of strangled. It was starting to get harder to concentrate on driving as well as breathing normally. He swallowed thickly as smooth delicious skin was revealed when the redhead took off more of his clothing. The curve of his neck and shoulders, the definition of his chest, delicate firm wrists…. Grimmjow gripped his steering wheel tightly.
"Can't find the window button thingy…" Ichigo threw his shirt away and then began on the button of his jeans. His brows furrowed deeply as he struggled to fiddle around with the buttons.
"I'll do it for you!" he snapped, unwinding down the windows slightly. He didn't want his strawberry falling out.
"Ahn…feels nice…" Ichigo stopped stripping and instead leaned back into his seat. His silence and soft breathing hinted that he had dozed off.
Grimmjow gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the hard on that fighting the confines of his jeans. 'Self control,' he thought, 'self control.' Damn, his strawberry was such a tease. Just because Ichigo belonged to him didn't mean that Ichigo himself knew it…or that he had the right to take the redhead.
"Thank fuck we're home," Grimmjow opened the car doors to reach for the strawberry inside. He hefted the redhead into his arms and closed the door with his foot. The whole way back to the apartment, Ichigo didn't move or make a sound other than the occasional mumble in his sleep. It was a struggle to hold the other man up with one hand and open the door with the other. He was thankful that he hadn't bother to lock it when he had stormed out before.
Pantera greeted them with an adorable tiny mew when they entered the home and Grimmjow rolled his eyes. He took a couple of steps and almost toppled over when the kitten ran around his feet. "Fuck!" he yelled, heart skipping a beat and he caught himself just in time. He glared at the cat and tightened his arms around the precious man in his arms. "You little twat, you did that on purpose!" he snarled. Pantera only looked at him with an innocent expression.
"Mhn… Who's a twat?" asked Ichigo as he began to stir. He looked around at his surroundings and grinned."I'm home~"
"No one's a twat. Come on, I gotta get you into bed." He carried the redhead into the guest room, careful not to trip over or step on Pantera (he wished he could step on it) that was following them.
"Dude…the bed is so far away." Ichigo whined as he looked at his door.
"Tell me 'bout it, I'm the one hefting your sorry ass. You ain't doing shit and you're the one that's gonna bitch?"
"…Of course…" Ichigo reached up to nuzzle Grimmjow's cheek. "Hahaha, thanks Grimm."
"For what?" he asked gruffly, finally making it into the guest room. They called it the guest room but they knew in truth that it was actually Ichigo's room.
"Having my back…carrying my heavy ass…taking care of drunk little old me…"
Grimmjow snorted. "You know that you're drunk?" he set the redhead down on the bed. Arms crossed, his eyes knitted together. Ichigo stunk of alcohol… so it would be natural that Grimmjow had to strip him of his alcohol scented clothes, right? After all he didn't want the scent to linger on the bed sheets. Should I or shouldn't I? That was the big question…screw it he was half naked already anyways.
"Course~ the world's spinning and everything feels tingly…speech is slurred…um…inhibitions nonexistence..."
"…You're a fucked up drunk if you can remember the symptoms of being drunk while drunk." He began to unlace Ichigo's shoes and flung them into random corners of the room. Then he moved to take off the socks. The zipper of the pants was next. He swallowed thickly, he was getting hard.
"Um...med student remember?" Ichigo suddenly giggled, propping himself up on his elbows. "What are you doing, Grimm? Preparing me for sex?"
The redhead didn't see or notice, but the blunet blushed like never before. "No! What the hell, Ichigo. Why would I? What makes you think?- Gah!" The blushing grew darker and he was even more aware of how close he was to the redhead's crotch. He had never been this nervous before, not even his first time.
Ichigo flopped back onto the bed. "Shame," he sighed. "Wouldn't have minded," he mumbled.
Grimmjow froze, "…What?" he asked and he crawled onto the smaller man to look at his face. "Ichigo?" he growled in frustration. The strawberry was now blissfully asleep; his face looking serene and peaceful as his chest gently rose up and down. Plucking up the courage, he yanked the skinny jeans off long lean legs. With a huge amount of self control, he moved away and threw some blankets over the redhead and left the room before he did something he would regret.
Damn the cold shower that he had to take after such a feat.
God, something felt so fucking good. Pleasure ran through his being like endless waves and had him in a sweat. A molten heat had enveloped him and his eyes clenched shut as he shuddered and groaned. Damn was he even awake? Was this a dream? The sensation changed and he gasped, what the fuck? His eyes snapped open and he awoke to find the normal surroundings of his room. Where was this feeling coming from? He got up, propping himself up on his arms and just then noticed the heavy weight that rested on his legs. There was a rather large lump underneath the covers, so without further ado, he flung them away. His already hard cock stiffened even more at the sight before him. Ichigo was sucking him off. "Ich-Ichigo!' he yelped and drew away from the redhead, instantly missing the warmth of that succulent mouth. "What the fuck?"
Ichigo looked up at him and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "...Yo?"
"Don't 'yo' me!" he huddled into the farthest corner of the bed. "What are you doing?" he yelled. He moved to cover his privates with his pillow but hissed as the soft cloth came into contact with his dick.
The redhead tilted his head to the side cutely. "…Preparing for sex?"
The blunet spluttered. "What? Why?" he was so horny and confused right now. Gah! Someone upstairs definitely had it in for him, and when he found out whom, there would be heaven and hell to pay.
Ichigo grinned. "Cuz I want to?" he said it in such a simple manner, like that was all there was to it. He crawled closer to Grimmjow and placed a hand on the blunet's chest. "I've wanted to for a really long time," he leaned into closer and began to suckle and nip on the blunet's neck. "So shut up and let me do what I want."
Grimmjow placed a hand on Ichigo's back; his breathing was irregular as he tried to string his thoughts together. "Ichi… you're drunk," he knew this and yet why was it so hard to do the right thing and push away?
"I'm not," insisted the redhead as his nips and nibbles drew lower, a hand pulled the pillow away and began to fondle the cock he had wanted for so long.
"Damnit Ichigo, you don't know that." Grimmjow tightened his grip but didn't pull Ichigo away from him.
"I do." The nips varied from hard to light and were soothed with a moist hot tongue. "Thought process is fine, nausea is gone," he licked a ripe nipple and suckled on it before letting it go and blowing on it softly. He smiled when he heard and felt Grimmjow's breathy shudder. "See? All good."
"It doesn't work that way and you know it," Grimmjow finally pulled the redhead away, gulping at the wide doe eyes that looked up at him.
"..Do you really dislike me that much?" asked Ichigo with a broken expression.
"I don't want to take advantage of you." Man, he was going to regret those words; this was the one chance to do what he had been jacking off to since forever. Now that this opportunity was here, his heart got in the way. Fuck.
Ichigo instantly perked up and leaned in closer to Grimmjow. "I reckon it's the other way around," and then their lips met.
Grimmjow's eyes widened at the power of it and he groaned into the kiss, damn when had Ichigo gotten so talented at kissing? Ichigo's tongue tried to invade his and Grimmjow smirked. Ichigo may be talented but he was better. Grimmjow returned the kiss full force, his tongue delving into the redhead's mouth and he tasted every delectable inch as if he was staking a claim. Their tongues fought each other in a fury of ecstasy. Occasionally both had to break free for air, breathing raggedly but they met each other again and again and again. The blunet sat upright and placed both of his hands on Ichigo, one tangled within supple orange hair and the other languidly stroked his back.
Ichigo broke from the kiss with a smirk. "So don't be such a girl and let me fuck you already." He moved down lower, nipping and tasting the hard slopes of washboard abs and suckled on jutting hipbone, travelling along the V. He glanced up at Grimmjow again with a cheeky smile. "Yummy~" he said and without another word, he deep throated the blunet to the very base.
Grimmjow threw back his head in strangled growl at the pleasure that wracked through him. He looked down at Ichigo who was sucking him and licking his dick as if it was the best tasting lollipop in the world. Fuck, it was such a sexy sight to see those soft lips surrounding his cock so tightly and Ichigo's head bopping up and down. Slurping noises filled the room and every now and then Ichigo would pay extra attention to the head. He dipped his tongue into the slit and breathed heatedly onto the rock hard member. "Jus like I'd imag-in'd it'd be," he said with his mouth full of cock, 'De-li-c'ous."
Fuck he could've come at those words, who knew that Ichigo was so wild in bed? Somewhere in his pleasure drugged mind he had realized that Ichigo had said 'Just as I'd imagine it to be.' Did that mean that he had been thinking about this for a long time as well? Maybe the strawberry had feelings for him. Grimmjow's heart skipped a beat at the thought.
Ichigo let go of the hard member with a wet 'pop' and sat upright again. In a breathy voice, he whispered, "Hey Grimm, Where's the lube?" into the blunet's ear.
Grimmjow shivered as hot breathing brushed against his ear. "I-in the bedside cabinet," he grounded out, instantly missing the warmth when Ichigo moved away to rummage through the said cabinet. It seemed like an eternity before the redhead held up the small bottle. "Ah ha!" he called out triumphantly; Ichigo looked at the bottle of lube and smiled widely before turning back to the blunet, "Grimmjow~ how'd you know I liked chocolate?"
The artist glanced at the bottle and sure enough the label read chocolate flavored. "Ah…Well..." he couldn't talk properly or think right really; all he could do was stare at Ichigo drew closer to him once again.
"What do you want Grimm? For you to prepare me or for me to prepare myself?" Ichigo flipped open the lid and a pink tongue lapped at the opening, "Chocolate~" he said with a giggle.
"You're still drunk," said the blunet. Ichigo would never be so…kinky whilst sober but still he gave the redhead his hand.
"Meh! Too late now," Ichigo drizzled the thick clear lube onto the artist's fingers and spread them with his tongue. "I love your fingers…" Pink lips darted out for another taste before he placed them at his opening, "You know what to do."
"Tch, Of course I do." Without any more urging, he rimmed the tight bud a couple of times before slipping in a finger, his cock twitching at the tiny whimper Ichigo let out when he was breached. It was so fucking hot and tight down there; he loved the feeling of those velvet inner walls. Damn if his fingers felt this good then his dick was in for a real treat.
"Ngh…" Ichigo winced a bit and sweat dripped down his lovely face and fell off his chin. Grimmjow stared at the expression he had always wondered about. Ichigo's face was tinged a gentle pink. His lips were bruised and moist from kissing and his eyes were half lidded and wet. Every now and then, he would let out a breathy moan or whimper. Grimmjow added another finger and his cock twitched again as Ichigo frowned cutely and clutched his shoulder tightly.
"G-Grimm…" whimpered Ichigo as he began to gently grind against the blunet, his ass swaying ever so slightly. "Ngah!" he let out pleasured yelp when Grimmjow nudged at his prostate with his fingers. "A-again," he cried out, gripping tighter on the blunet.
Grimmjow smirked with male's pride and massaged that sweet spot over and over again 'til Ichigo was nothing but a puddle of wanton need. Pft, like he wasn't like that already.
"St- stop," gasped Ichigo as he took the away the fingers that were fucking him.
"Shit Ichi, you don't want to stop now, do you?" growled Grimmjow. He didn't think he would be able to stop if Ichigo asked him to. They were too far gone.
"As if." Ichigo grinded himself against Grimmjow a couple more times, moaning at the feeling of cock brushing against hard abs. "Just..." he lifting himself up and began to slowly slide down on the blunet's aching erection, "Gett to the good part…Nghhn…" he slid down ever so slowly, impaling himself on the long thick cock 'til he reached the base.
"Holy fucking shit," gasped Grimmjow, his eyes shutting tightly in bliss as he felt that warm tight heat engulf him. With Ichigo so well prepared and his cock that was already slick with pre-cum and saliva, the two of them fit each other perfect and snug. "Fucking move Ichi or I will," He grounded out through gritted teeth. One hand grasped the bed sheets tightly, the other rested against Ichigo's back.
"Mhnkay the- Mhgn..!" whimpered Ichigo; he had wiggled a bit and instantly the dick inside him brushed against that sweet spot that had him seeing stars. Shivering slightly, he braced his hands on the blunet's hard shoulders and slowly, oh so fucking, slowly lifted himself up inch by goddamn inch off the rock hard member. When only the head was left inside of him, he would let go of his weight and plummet back to the base with a loud "Ahn!" He did that a couple more times at a regular pace, grinning at the expressions he made the blunet make.
Grimmjow was panting softly, the sensations and pleasure as Ichigo rode him had him on cloud nine and the realization that Ichigo was riding him almost had him cumming on the spot. Thank fuck that he had never had problems with premature ejaculation. He held on tighter to the redhead. "Ichi…" he groaned. "Fuck…"
Ichigo chuckled softly and leant closer to Grimmjow's ear. He licked the outer shell, "Good Kitty… Ahn!" suddenly he found himself on his back with Grimmjow harshly biting his shoulder with a feral growl. "Ah! Ghn…" the pain from his shoulder heightened the pleasure of being plunged into so roughly.
Grimmjow licked the bite mark that he made and then grinned at the redhead sadistically. "Kitty, hey?" He snapped his hips forward, loving the yelps and moans that spilled forth from Ichigo's bruised lips, "I'll show how unkitty-like I can be." With that he began a rough harsh pace that hit Ichigo's sweet spot at every thrust and had the redhead gripping onto his shoulder and hair.
"Ha...Ha…Ha…Gr-Grimm," moaned Ichigo as a hand gripped onto Grimmjow's back for leverage, the other tangled within blue hair that was messy and sexed up from fucking.
Grimmjow was smiling with sheer amusement; the redhead beneath him was just so cute. He could feel Ichigo's inner walls tightening ever so slightly and knew what was about to come. With one hand on the bed for support, the other was free to grasp at the erection that was rubbing against his belly. It was slick with pre-cum and Grimmjow jerked at it roughly in time with this thrusts.
Ichigo could hear his own ragged breathing as well as Grimmjow's panting. He could feel the slight tremors from the blunet as well as his own. The hand that began to stroke his hard on was what made his body shiver and tremble. "Nghhah!" he cried out as he came, grasping onto Grimmjow tighter and rode his orgasm for as long as he could. His belly was sticky and wet with his own cum.
Grimmjow growled fiercely as he felt Ichigo cum. The tightening of the redhead's walls stroked his own cock in a vice grip and the blunet came shortly after. With a violent roar and the shuddering of his body, he emptied his seed deep into the redhead. His limbs feeling like jelly it took a lot of effort to pull away from Ichigo and calm down his breathing. He scooped the younger man into his arms and kissed Ichigo's brow.
Ichigo struggled to stay awake. It had been a long time since he had had sex like that. He fished around for the blankets and covered himself as well as Grimmjow with them. As he drifted off to sleep, he whispered the words that he never had any intention to, "I love you."
Grimmjow stared in shocked disbelief as he heard those three words. Ichigo loved him? For how long? And when? When damnit, when? His mouth gaped open and shut a few times before he really did anything. He tried to nudge Ichigo awake but the strawberry was already fast asleep. He was at lost to do more a few moments longer before he let out a sigh. He'd deal with it tomorrow, he decided. For now all he wanted was to sleep with the person most important to him in his arms.
Ichigo opened his eyes and instantly regretted the action as the sun's morning glare hit him. He groaned. His head felt like it had been beaten in with a shovel and then ran over by a truck on a gravelly road. How much did he drink last night? He was never going out with Renji again if this was how things were going to end. He shifted and gasped at the ache that shot up his spine. He froze, what the? It was then that he noticed the arm around his waist and the presence of another male…both of them were naked…his eyes frantically darted around the room and it clicked. This was Grimmjow's room! Slowly, very slowly, he turned around and his fears had been realized. He had slept with Grimmjow, what had he done?
I love you.
The events of last night came back to him and anguish filled him at every memory. Why had he done that? Why did he get drunk and do those stupid things? What now? The pit of his stomach was churning and he wanted to run away…that...didn't sound like a bad idea...If he disappeared now then maybe Grimmjow wouldn't notice and he could act as if none of this had ever happened. Yup! That sounded like a good plan. Who was he kidding, that was a stupid idea; it was him that was drunk last night, not Grimmjow. He took in a shuddering breath. Bawling his eyes out like a pussy seemed like a good idea at the moment but that would just make things worse. All he could really do now was leave, and hope to god that the tatters of their friendship would be salvable. He got up slowly and quietly as to not wake up the still slumbering blunet. He had just sat up and was about to leave the bed when a strong hand gripped at his arm.
No no no no no! his inner mind screamed but all he did in reality was feebly utter. "...Grimm…jow?" Mentally, he prepared himself for the confrontation that would no doubt take place.
Grimmjow groaned before opening his eyes and staring straight into Ichigo's. The blunet's gaze was sharp and clear despite having only just woken up. Ichigo felt as if those teal eyes were bearing into his very soul and being.
"I love you too," said the blunet.
His heart stopped. Ichigo gasped, his eyes widening in shock. Was he hearing things right? "W-wha?" was all he could say.
"I love you too," repeated Grimmjow, "Since the day you beat the crap outta me in highschool and then told me to grow up. I've loved you since then."
He was at lost for words and once again crying seemed like a very good idea. "R-really?" he squeaked. Yes, he squeaked, and not in a manly way either.
"Tch. No shit, of course. What? I was just screwing with you?" Grimmjow let out an exasperated sigh, "You love me too, don't you?"
All Ichigo did was nod like an idiot.
"I love you, you love me. It's all fucking good, so come back to bed." The artist pulled the redhead back onto the bed and before he could protest, wrapped his arms around the smaller man. He sighed happily. "Ichigo…relax, there's nothing to stress about so go back to sleep. I'm friggin' tired…" he yawned and snuggled closer to his strawberry.
Ichigo was still in shock but eventually Grimmjow's words sunk in and his heart leapt in joy. Grinning like a fool, he nuzzled his face into the blunet's chest.
The two lovers then fell asleep in each other's embrace.
Author's note: Hope I didn't disappoint, reviews on the h-scene and in general would be very nice. This story isn't finished yet as one more h-scene has been promised so till next time. XD