Naturalist: The call of the Wild

It's a few hours before either of them even looks at the other, though Ichigo stole a few tantalizing glimpses of the taller man's muscular ass… but he's not going to tell anyone. Once they're crossing a river with a few snakes slithering along it's crystalline waters and a couple logs Ichigo could swear were grinning at him, Grimmjow decides to speak up.

"So… I'll take you to the mountains, but if you don't see your spirit by then you'll go home?"

"You almost sound hopeful, is there something you're hiding?"

"Maybe more disappointed than hopeful," Grimmjow muses.

"If I don't catch a whisper of it by then, I'll leave," Ichigo sighs. "But not for good! I'm determined to find it!"

"Why?" the other scoffs. "You don't even know if it's real."

"It has to be," Ichigo mutters. "I've been seeing it in my dreams for months now, I can't get it out of my head! If I don't paint it, I'll never get some sleep."

Grimmjow says nothing more, but he doesn't need to. Ichigo has always been exceptional at reading other people, his amber eyes sharp as they pick up the tension in the other's shoulders. The taller male is hiding something, though it's yet to be seen exactly what. Ichigo mumbles under his breath about 'stupid panthers' and 'men too sexy for their own good', Grimmjow giving an unnoticed smirk at the ramblings before pulling Ichigo closer.

"You must've been away from people for a long time," Ichigo sighs a bit disheartened. "Is that why you slept with me? No one to screw around with?"

"Of course not, people come here all the time," the taller scoffs. "Every day… every night. Always trampling the flowers, scaring off the animals… angering the god…"

"God? What god?" the orangette asks excitedly.

"The mountain cradle holds a temple in it's jungle's core," Grimmjow mumbles. "It's an ancient temple for a panther god that the tribes that used to live beside nature here worshipped. It never went away, still roams the jungle and protects it from greedy humans."

"… The spirit panther."

"Possibly. I've never seen it myself, I've just heard of it."

"If the panther spirit really is a god… I don't think I'll be able to find it," Ichigo mutters miserably. "Does anyone else know about the temple? It could be the one thing that preserves this place."

Grimmjow looks at him oddly a moment, disbelief clearly written in his oceanic orbs. Ichigo is confused, as he was serious, but realizes that if Grimmjow never left the jungle he'd know little about how humans think. He's about to explain himself further, yet a sharp bark of a laugh leaves his companion's lips.

"Are you kidding me? Archeologists know about that temple, they try to get through here all the time to reach it. They got impatient after three years, hoping the jungle would be torn apart by developers so they could finally loot the old place," Grimmjow explains. "They don't care about preserving anything unless they can trample all over it themselves."

"The god won't let them reach the temple? Doesn't he want people to worship him anymore?"

"In this day and age? You're really cute, you know that? Ever the optimist."

"… What's the god's name?" Ichigo wonders quietly.

"Pantera… the Panther King."

Ichigo lets the name pass between his lips softly, a minute smile passing as well at the thought of what this god looks like. Grimmjow leaves him to this thoughts, his cyan pools studying the wistful expression within amber eyes that seem so distant now. He likes Ichigo… a lot… and he would enjoy nothing more than owning him every night. The only problem, however, is that he won't leave the jungle and Ichigo would never stay. With a forlorn sigh, he turns his gaze away from the beautiful creature and keeps it pointedly on the path before him.

Dinnertime is quiet still, Ichigo dying to take a bath and Grimmjow wary of the idea. He uses the river to bathe all the time, but only because he knows the safest spots and he can handle a stray alligator should he need to. After much argument and Ichigo threatening to castrate him, Grimmjow relents on the grounds he stands guard.

"Pervert," Ichigo mutters as he strips off his clothes.

"Only concerning you, sweetheart," the other grins lecherously as he leans back to watch. "Hey, go a little slower, I want to enjoy this."

"Oh my god!" Ichigo growls.

He throws his pants at Grimmjow, hitting him in the face before kicking off his boxers and slipping into the cool water. His eyes are all over the place, praying he doesn't catch sight of a log with eyes… and teeth. Grimmjow lazily sweeps his gaze over the waters, feeling fairly good about things until an uncomfortable tingle raises the hairs on the back of his neck. The next thing he knows, Ichigo yelps and disappears beneath the waters.

"Shit!" Grimmjow gasps. "Hang on, Ichi, I'm coming!"

He dives into the river, eyes forcing themselves to stay open in the semi-dirty water as they scan the murky liquid for bright orange hair. A long serpentine body slithers past him, Ichigo trapped in it's coils and fighting to get free. Grimmjow swims over, grasping the huge snake's tail and planting his feet on the riverbed before pulling. A large head with dagger-like fangs turning on him, only to be stopped short. Ichigo can't see anything past that huge head, but he's aware of an eerie glow within in the waters. It makes him sleepy, like something is calling to him and he just has to close his eyes in order to find it… so he does.

"Ichigo?" a familiar voice calls him. "Ichi, wake up. Come on, please wake up!"

"Hmm?" he mumbles as his eye opens just a crack. "What..? Where am I?"

"On the shore of the river," he answers as he draws Ichigo closer to him. "I was so worried you'd drown!"

"… Why am I still naked?" Ichigo asks with a scowl.

"… Uh… I panicked?"

"Yeah right, you pervert. Where are my clothes?"

That night is a cold night, much colder than normal, and Ichigo finds himself beneath Grimmjow again. It's not that he really needed the warmth, as he's dealt with far worse on his arctic trips, it's just that he seriously wanted the other to fuck him. Ever since that first time, the urge has only gotten stronger. It's like the longer he's trapped in Grimmjow's natural pull, the harder it is to get away from it. His breathing is erratic as that powerful and sleek body slides over his, his moans tumbling from his lips and only getting louder. The pace is so raw and wild, so possessive and feral, that Ichigo has no doubt in his mind the teal haired sex god was raised in this jungle. Sweat coats both their bodies, Ichigo shivering in pleasure at the soft growl that sounds by his ear. Grimmjow rocks his hips harshly, slamming his engorged member into Ichigo at a furious pace and digging his nails into slim hips until they break skin. His lover looks so incredibly ethereal with his vibrant hair sticking to his forehead, an erotic blush painting his body, and his face twisted in too much pleasure as he cries out wantonly. He can't stop looking at him, can't stop wanting him.

"G-Grimm," Ichigo almost purrs. "S-so close… hah… so… ah! G-Grimmjow! H-harder!"

He lifts the other's hips, dragging him closer as he thrusts in harder. Ichigo screams out his ecstasy, rolling his hips in attempts to help. With a quiet hum, the teal haired male pulls out of his lover and turns him onto his knees with his head pillowed in his arms. Ichigo spreads his legs wide, gazing at the larger male over his shoulder beneath long lashes as his amber orbs seem to ignite within the darkness. He's pushed forward as he's brutally thrust into, a needy moan filling the heated air, and Grimmjow starts up his fierce pace once more. His larger body is draped over Ichigo's, the position letting him plunge in deeper and strike his uke's prostate harder. The writhing mess beneath him only gets worse with the new position, his screams raising in pitch as the pleasure draws tears to his eyes.

"It's s-so good… so good," Ichigo whispers. "Hah… ah… Ah! G-Grimm… I n-need… I need…"

"I know what you need," he purrs. "And I'm gonna give it to you… but not yet."

He feels Ichigo tighten, ready to erupt, and quickly wraps his fingers tightly around the base of his member to stop his release. His body spasms in a phantom release, the younger of the two crying harder in his frustration. They've already had sex three times tonight, why won't he let him release yet! Grimmjow nibbles on Ichigo's throat, never wavering in his movements, and Ichigo's too tired to push back against him anymore. He's just laying with his ass in the air, letting Grimmjow do all the work and feeling quite satisfied with this. It isn't usual for him to allow another to completely dominate him, it's actually unheard of, but ever since meeting the feral male he's been so drawn to him that he could've tied him up and fucked him for a week straight and he'd be happy.

*That actually doesn't sound bad, * Ichigo muses somewhere in his lust-fogged brain.

A harsh thrust has him spilling his seed in the grass beneath him, the pleasure so intense he has no voice to scream as he arches against Grimmjow. One more time, as though he's an expert marksman, Grimmjow let's loose his own release right into Ichigo's abused gland after pressing himself as deeply as possible. Ichigo shudders before passing out, his last thought a reminder to yell at the other for constantly doing that. He loves the sex, but he'd like to cuddle afterward once in a while.

The orangette groans as the sunlight spills over his naked form, his eyes opening minutely before he attempts to rub the sleep from them. He's still a bit bleary as he stretches, a hiss leaving his lips as the pleasant pain of a wonderful night's extracurricular activities races through his sore body. When he sits up, he realizes a blanket was draped over him and starts to look for Grimmjow. The other isn't there and Ichigo wonders if he should feel angry.

"Morning!"

"G-Grimmjow!" Ichigo gasps. "I thought you'd left."

"I did, but you slept long enough for me to get back in time."

"… What time is it?"

"Time doesn't matter here," the taller shrugs uncaringly. "This is sacred ground, remember? Time passes how Pantera wants it to. A day could pass in a minute or stretch for a year."

"And you've lived like that for how long?" Ichigo gasps.

"… You're really gullible, do you know that?" Grimmjow chuckles.

"You ass!" Ichigo blushes hotly.

"It's noon. See the sun? Noon position," he chuckles. "You need to eat something."

"I wanted to start earlier."

Although that's what he wanted, he knew the minute he let Grimmjow kiss him last night that wasn't happening. He doesn't know why the other affects him the way he does, doesn't know if he likes it very much, but he does know that he's helpless against that man. He considers bringing up the whole bondage thing, yet one look into that sadistic grin tells him that would be a horrible idea… for now, anyway. Maybe that'll be his going away present to himself!

"How much further to the mountains?"

"Just a few days," Grimmjow smirks. "But only to the mountains, right?"

"Yeah, only there. I'm not one to force myself into sacred land," Ichigo blushes. "It's not right."

The other nods, a strange gleam in his eyes as he tosses Ichigo's bag onto his broad shoulder. Heading deeper into the meadow and well away from danger, his lover at his heels for only a few minutes before stopping and yanking on his bag. Grimmjow yelps, glaring back at the one that almost pulled him off balance.

"What the hell was that for?"

"I like this view," Ichigo says innocently.

"I am rather hot, aren't I?"

"Not that view, dumb ass!" the orangette screams in embarrassment. "This view!"

His arm is waved out, revealing the tall grass through the small patch of trees they're standing in, the sky a myriad of colors in the background and the mountains almost purple in the distance. His last sketch didn't have the mountains, just the meadow and the jungle.

"Okay, okay," Grimmjow sighs. "Here's your bag."

"… Could you… um… sit over there?" Ichigo blushes.

"… Why?"

"So I can… you know… draw you in the picture."

This startles the teal haired man, as he wasn't expecting it, but he nods anyway before sitting where Ichigo asked him to. He stares off to the side as he's asked, yet he keeps his intense blue eyes directed at his talented lover. With the way the sun is shining through the trees onto his skin, Ichigo almost suffers a massive nosebleed. His eyes even seem phosphorescent, which only makes him hotter. As he sketches and attempts to keep his mind on the picture and not the images his libido is offering up, Grimmjow watches him with a thoughtful gaze. Ichigo isn't like the others that had barged into the jungle, he's… well… like one of them. Ichigo is like another animal, something that belongs in the wild and can appreciate it far better than any human. Ichigo himself looks to be created from the sunrise, a child of nature born of the most beautiful of its aspects.

*He could be a god himself, * Grimmjow muses with a small smirk. *Or more likely a queen, he's so feminine. *

Ichigo looks up at the quiet snicker, reading the mirth and sadistic pleasure within Grimmjow's eyes. That, in itself, peaks his curiosity. Just looking at the feline-like man Ichigo knew he was most likely sadistic, but now that he's caught a peak of it he'd like to know what causes it. As he finishes up the sketch, his markers adding a little life to those blue eyes, he decides to venture.

"What's so funny?"

"… Nothing," the taller blushes lightly.

"You were snickering, so you must've found something funny."

"Nothing you would."

"So what was it?"

"… You know," Grimmjow starts carefully as he relents. "You're awfully feminine for a guy."

Ichigo immediately bristles at the comment, just as his companion knew he would. The picture is finished, the only color within the whole thing being the blue of Grimmjow's hair and eyes, so Ichigo puts it away in a huff before turning on Grimmjow. The rage that swirls in those now stormy orbs of amber send jolts of pleasure through the teal haired man, Grimmjow licking his lips as his erection presents itself. That throws Ichigo's anger off, a huge blush painting his face.

"Y-you're…"

"Yep," the other grins feral and completely unashamed.

"B-but… it's not…"

"So? Not like anyone's gonna walk in on us," he scoffs.

"We still have to…"

"We'll get there, Ichi," he waves off. "But we'd travel much faster if I took care of my problem, wouldn't we? Or rather… I used you to take care of my problem. After all, it's your fault I have it."

"I'd get there much faster if I beat the shit out of you and left you behind, too! You don't see me doing that!" Ichigo snaps as his lover moves closer like a panther on the prowl.

"You know you want it."

"I do not!"

"… Then why are you responding?" Grimmjow whispers in the other's ear before licking the shell. "Now, shut up and let me work."

With an irritated sigh, Ichigo knows he won't win this fight. Grimmjow kisses him, shoving his tongue past unresisting lips as a hand reaches behind the orangette to grab his ass. At first, the younger refuses to respond just for spite, but an animalistic growl of warning has him complying fast. It's not like their coupling at night, the need to move on consuming the artist as he starts pulling at clothes eagerly. His slim tan body is lifted up against a tree before he can respond, his fist catching his lover's jaw and surprising him… though his grip remains tight.

"I'd rather be fucked in the dirt that against a tree this rough!" Ichigo snarls. "I'm not keen on pulling splinters from my back!"

"Okay, okay… spoil sport," Grimmjow mutters.

He unceremoniously drops Ichigo into the dirt, the orangette sputtering indignantly before his face is shoved back down and his ass is drawn up. As Grimmjow drapes his muscled form over his lover, he growls and narrows his cyan orbs when Ichigo promptly lies flat on the ground.

"… Am I gonna have to tie you up or something?" he grumbles.

"What is with you and that position?" Ichigo huffs. "Every time we've had sex, we've ended in that position and I've ended up passed out all night! I don't want to pass out and I don't want my face shoved into the dirt! I… I want to be able to see you."

Grimmjow sighs in annoyance, his member already iron hard and painful. Ichigo is one determined little bitch, though, and he won't be getting anything until he relents. He flips the other onto his back, grumbling his irritation as he lifts mile-long tan legs onto his shoulders. It isn't that he doesn't like other positions, he's just used to the first. Just to get back at the other for stalling his much needed release, he doesn't prep him and just pushes himself into the tight heat. It's not as tight as their first time, as they just spend all the previous night loosening it up, but it's still tighter than it should be. He moans his appreciation, watching Ichigo as his eyelids droop and his mouth opens just a bit. He starts his pace faster than usual, knowing the orangette wants to get moving as soon as possible. He gives a sadistic grin at the thought of slamming Ichigo so hard he won't be able to move at all, leaving him helpless to further onslaughts form a horny Grimmjow. He hums at that, Ichigo immediately catching the lecherous look deep in his orbs.

"I swear to god if I can't move after this I'll kill you!" Ichigo snaps.

"… Awe, how'd you know what I was thinking?"

"You're predictable," he huffs. "Now, just hurry up so I can find my spirit panther!"

With a quiet 'humph' Grimmjow lifts those perfect hips and starts hammering away, listening to Ichigo's howls of pleasure echo through the empty meadow. His cyan orbs only flicker away from Ichigo once as he drives into him, catching eyes glowing from the tall grass before a black panther steps closer. A single glare from infuriated blue eyes is all it takes, the panther thinking better of its curiosity before turning away and leaving. Finally, Ichigo comes hard and Grimmjow pulls back last minute to miss his usual target when he follows. The orangette is sweaty, dirty, and panting in attempts to catch his breath.

"Mm," Grimmjow purrs. "Not as good as usual, but pretty fucking awesome for a quickie."

"That was… amazing," Ichigo gasps.

"Don't move, I'll clean you up," Grimmjow grins mischievously.

"… Wha..?"

Ichigo sucks in a breath when a hot tongue laps at the mess on his stomach, moaning as it moves south after cleaning everything up. It traces his rapidly hardening member and finally sinks between his thighs, drawing a whine from a frustrated orangette. He wants nothing more than to keep moving, damn it! Yet this horrible demon of a man born from the sin of lust is tormenting him, forcing more need on him when he just wanted to do it fast and keep going! Oh god, but does it feel so good. Ichigo whines again, pulling Grimmjow to his lips once he's finished cleaning his thighs and ass. The kiss is deep and Ichigo can taste a mixture of himself and Grimmjow within the other's mouth, sighing in content as he thinks how right that mix seems to him. Maybe one more round won't hurt.

Ichigo is completely and without a doubt furious! After getting him all hot and bothered about an hour ago, Grimmjow left him there! He didn't offer assistance, didn't finish what he started, and didn't even help Ichigo to his feet. He just stood up with that damn cocky smirk and traipsed off while tucking himself back in, making Ichigo wonder why the hell he was the only one completely naked. That just didn't seem fair in the least, he likes ogling a naked Grimmjow!

"Are you still not talking to me?" Grimmjow wonders teasingly.

"…"

"Oh, come on," he pouts. "The sex was good, wasn't it? It's not my fault you were so insistent on moving along. If you didn't want it to go so fast, I would've gladly fucked you till you couldn't walk."

He doesn't miss the delighted shiver Ichigo gives off, grinning feral at the action as he steps closer to his lover. If anything, Ichigo is fun to tease. He's so easy to make blush and he looks so cute when it happens, that Grimmjow simply can't help himself. He leans close and purrs into Ichigo's ear.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he asks huskily. "For me to fuck you like that? Until you couldn't move, until there's no doubt in your mind exactly who you belong to?"

Ichigo moans, immediately slapping a hand over his mouth and glaring at the ground in front of him. The taller of the two snickers at the frustration clearly evident within amber orbs, the younger cursing quietly at his body's constant betrayal. A large hand reaches down and gropes a firm backside, Ichigo drawing in a sharp breath before turning his scowl on Grimmjow.

"What?" he asks innocently.

"You're evil," Ichigo growls.

"Who, me? No," Grimmjow grins in fake denial.

"How many more days?"

The sigh is frustrated and also miserable, Grimmjow's teasing finally driving the orangette to complete compliance. He doesn't care what Grimmjow says or does anymore, as long as he gets his sketch… and more sex. He frowns at his thoughts, angry within himself that that's pretty much all he can think about right now. This has never happened before, he's always shied away from that particular act. His first boyfriend had to wait three years for him to get comfortable enough to spread his legs, but he willingly let Grimmjow have him within the first couple days of meeting him.

*God, I feel like such a slut, * he whines inwardly.

"Oi, are you listening?" Grimmjow asks as Ichigo is pulled from his thoughts. "I said we'll be there tomorrow."

"… And still no panther spirit," Ichigo sighs downtrodden.

"Come on, Ichigo, it's not that bad. I'm sure whatever reason it has to hide is a good one."

"I guess."

Grimmjow watches the other curiously, wondering why it's so important to Ichigo to have that particular subject to paint. He knows the other has dreamed of it, but he dreams of stuff all the time he doesn't think twice about. Ichigo continues on, his walk more weary than excited now. A tinge of sadness strikes the taller of the two, his shoulders hunched ever so slightly. He really likes Ichigo, but it's his duty to protect this place from humans.

"Grimmjow? You look upset," Ichigo says with a sweet smile. "What's wrong?"

"… Nothing, just thinking."

"Then you should think about something else if your current topic is cause for such a frown," he chuckles before leaning up to kiss his nose. "I like that wicked grin of yours far better… it suits you."

That grin the uke loves so much takes over Grimmjow's face at the comment, a laugh rumbling from his chest as he pulls his lover to him in a tight hug. Ichigo sighs, wrapping his arms around the teal haired man's narrow waist. He knows he can't give Ichigo everything he wants, but maybe… maybe he can keep him coming back.

The meadow is thinning out now, the ground becoming rocky as the base of the mountains gets closer. Ichigo is humming to himself, catching sight of a beautiful patch of flowers nestled amongst oddly shaped rocks. Grimmjow is cooking lunch, just a couple rabbits he caught and some fruit Ichigo found, so the artist takes his leave with his sketch pad. As he comes up to the beautiful wildflowers, he hears a snarl and his head whips to the side to see a jaguar hunched over a carcass.

"Fuck," Ichigo murmurs.

He backs up slowly, hoping the carcass with be enough to divert the cat's attention. Unfortunately, it's only a rabbit and the wildcat sees Ichigo as a much tastier meal. Grimmjow looks up just in time to see Ichigo darting out of the rocky alcove with a scream, the jaguar shooting after him.

"Oh for fuck's sake," Grimmjow growls. "Does he not know how to stay out of trouble? How the hell did he survive without me all these years?"

He gets up and takes off after the two, praying the wildcat doesn't catch the orangette before he catches up. Thankfully, Ichigo is an extremely athletic person and can keep his distance from the jaguar. He leaps over rocks and skids around boulders as he tries to get away from the animal chasing him, panic in his eyes as he forces his body to keep going. Thankfully this isn't a cheetah, as he'd had a run in with one of those before and spent a month in the hospital. He trips, cursing his luck as he turns in time to see the jaguar leap in victory… only to have Grimmjow slam into it's side harshly.

"I don't fucking think so," he snaps.

The jaguar snarls, pacing around Grimmjow and trying to get between him and Ichigo for a better chance at killing the orangette. Unfortunately, the teal haired male knows this tactic and stays planted firmly in front of Ichigo. Once more the smaller can't see much, but he can feel that weird pull as the sky seems to turn gray overhead.

*This has to be a dream, * he thinks inwardly as he drifts off. *I have to be dreaming. *

Ichigo wakes only about half an hour after passing out, every muscle in his body screaming in protest when he moves. Grimmjow is underneath him… or rather… he's on Grimmjow's back. The teal haired male is carrying Ichigo as though he weighs nothing, humming to himself to pass the time as they get closer to the mountains. The vibrant haired teen sighs in content, nuzzling the back of Grimmjow's neck tiredly.

"Awake?"

"No, I'm dreaming about you," Ichigo mumbles.

"I'm flattered, but wouldn't you enjoy the real thing?" Grimmjow chuckles.

"I'm not dying of pain in my dreams."

"That's a little melodramatic, don't you think?"

"You get chased all over hell's creation by a jaguar bent on eating you, then you can tell me it's melodramatic."

"Fair enough."

They're at the base of the mountains now, Ichigo snoozing in Grimmjow's arms for once. He was exhausted, so Grimmjow let him sleep. The animals are fiercer here than in the jungle and meadow, as the mountains are the last defense before the temple's jungle, so the teal haired male stays with Ichigo all night. He watches the light of the full moon play along the orange locks and lax features, setting an ethereal glow about the smaller male that takes Grimmjow's breath away. A rustling noise catches his attention, the taller male carefully sliding from beneath Ichigo to investigate.

Ichigo wakes before the sun rises, the night still blanketing the world around him and Grimmjow snoozing beside him as though he hasn't a care in the world. One of his hands is thrown over his head, his other arm draped over his bare chest. Ichigo is about to lean forward and kiss him, but a silvery glow in the brush catches his eye. He walks over carefully, kneeling down and lifting a long white strand from a tiny twig like sapling. The only thing strange about this particular strand of fur… is that it's glowing.

"Oh my god," Ichigo gasps. "Grimm! Grimmjow, look at this!"

"Hmm? What the… Ichi, I'm sleeping," he grumbles still half asleep.

"It was here, Grimm! The spirit panther was here!"

The weight of his uke leaping onto him jolts Grimmjow awake, a soft growl that's more irritated than threatening leaving his lips. The silvery strand between Ichigo's fingers has icy cold traveling his veins, his cyan orbs growing large as he takes in his lover's eager features.

"It was here!"

"But it's not now," Grimmjow points out sleepily. "Come back to bed, will you?"

"Grimm! This is huge! This means the spirit really does exist!"

"But it doesn't mean you'll catch it, Ichi. If it can get that close without either of us hearing it…"

"… I guess, but… it's still something," he pouts.

"You still gonna head back in the morning?" the larger male questions.

"… Yeah. A deal is a deal."

The sun wakes them, Ichigo's body still sore from the chase he went through with the jaguar. Grimmjow helps him along when he needs it, but doesn't push it… Ichigo has a horrible amount of pride. The taller man watches Ichigo move, noticing the limp he attempts to hide and the quiet whimpers and hisses he tries to swallow. The only reason they manage to make as much time back as they did going toward the mountains, is because Grimmjow carried Ichigo again after he fell asleep. As he carries him, his head resting comfortably on the broad shoulder, Grimmjow lets his eyes pass over the serene face.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs.

"Mm… Grimmjow."

He smiles as Ichigo mumbles his name in his sleep, the orangette sucking on his neck and shoulder joint as he dreams. Though a shiver travels his entire being at the hot mouth on his neck, Grimmjow pushes it aside to make certain the smaller male is taken care of. Ichigo doesn't belong in a place as dangerous as this, so the sooner he leaves the better… even though it'll hurt them both, no doubt.