Chapter Eight: Surrender

Warning: Mature contents ahead. I entreat minors and conservative folks not to read this.

"Grimmjow, will you at least explain yourself? What the hell was that all about?" The fucking Berry was kind enough to ask me, pleadingly, while he matched his strides with mine.

Do I look like a fucking fortune teller?!

"…" I walked on. It took every damn bit of my self-restraint to prevent myself from screaming at him.

"And last Friday—what was the meaning of that?" So he wanted to know why I had kissed him and all that unanswerable crap. As if I'd answer that shit! As if I could! Jesus, I couldn't even find answers to the fucking questions I'd been asking myself, much less explain whatever the fuck this was!

Just what was the use of following me? And if he had so much time in his hands that he was willing to spare some in order to bully me like this, well, in all assurances I had to do something. Since I wouldn't take any of his shit and since he wouldn't stop tailing my ass, I charged back at him without preamble, bringing about a not so distant memory…whatever the case, I found my face inches from his, but not for the world would I stop now. Although this aggression was something I had recently promised to avoid, some necessity seemed to be demanding it. So there was every motive to punch the living daylights out of him—if only he wouldn't look at me like this. He was looking at me with some sort of sympathy while he was pinned there against the wall, while I was deliberating over knocking all his teeth out, man. But without knowing in the least what went over me I released him, before storming away in banging treads. This time, he stayed where he was.

On other matters, the instant drop in the temperature encouraged nothing but sleep. At the same time, Sousuke's generous offer of a different life was tempting me. My father's voice seemed to be ringing down my fucking soul, as if I hadn't been given enough shit to worry myself about. All those years he had been the reason behind the material comfort with which mother had surrounded me. And now he was back, asking for one 'simple' thing. That one request was going to sunder me from everything I currently possessed. All of a sudden I felt so wretched.

In the next moment, however, I fell asleep.

I awoke into the soft rustling noise issuing from my door. Drowsy as I was, I kept my eyes employed. Someone had entered my room. The looming presence was approaching my bed but, while it suggested that, it revealed something more: It was fucking Ichigo again, thrusting himself into my fucking peace! This time I was fully awake and was absorbing the demands of the scene in silence. And just what was he barging in for without permission, and stealthily at that? Really, creeping in like some assassin took this shit from weird to bloodcurdling, and that was what he was doing.

When he reached my bed, moonlight fell on his face. At this point, the balance between my confusion and bewilderment tilted to the former, so that I was left guessing blindly as to the sequence of his movements. But when he bent over me, I saw clearly not only what was happening but also what was about to; he planted his fists on either side of me and propped his knees in like manner, caging me between his limbs as he stooped over me on all fours. He was on top of me.

"What the hell, you bastard?" I hissed, although I wasn't so sure about being so sore after only this…considering I had more than once assaulted him… kissed him, even. Whatever.

For all this, there was no determining whether this unprecedented shit could be substantiated in a way, at least not right away, because instead of explaining his fucking self, he dropped his entire weight on me. Now, in case this subsequent indiscretion—which was nearing sexual assault, mind you—had anything to do with all the nasty shit I had pulled on him, this sure as hell wasn't the perfect means of getting even—

He. Fucking. Kissed. Me. In. The. Mouth.

I almost gasped. Indeed I fucking gasped, my eyes popping wide. The kiss hit me like a wall. As I had kissed him before, I believed I had reasons to fare better than a stupefied idiot. Nevertheless, I was shocked like some stupefied idiot. To my misfortune, worse was to follow. Believe it or not, I could neither resist nor defend myself against this harassment he was pulling on me. Instead, every atom in me was begging me to allow him to finish it. All riled up and confused more than anything that lived, I allowed him to lead his tongue over the expanse of my neck, allowed everything with not so much as trying to prevent the hair on my body from standing on end. Running his mouth over my neck, my chest, he could hardly contain the tightness with which he was clutching my hip. His grip was so tight I was almost hurting. No doubt I ought to pull away in the next minute, lest my neck be covered with fucking hickeys the next day.

"Are you going away, Grimmjow?" were the first words he said.

First and foremost, I was only wearing a pair of boxers and no more than that. Since this near nakedness served all at once all the usual purpose of a sexual provocation, the same was truer still for my splendid physique. Really, my upper body should've come with a warning sign: do not touch to avoid a hard-on. As I was quite a handsome fellow, you'd have thought there was no extraordinary in the fact that he was hard down there already. In fact, his boner was something I could've only ignored if I had been dead. But if I were to plunge into this shit in accordance to his offering, I'd most likely end up making brotherly love seem more sexy than anyone living or dead had ever done. And must this really happen between two dudes, for fuck's sake, and stepbrothers at that too? And so I asked, just so to show him I wasn't that easy to get,

"Dafuq do you think you're doing?"

He didn't answer right away. What he did next almost took the breath out of me. He fucking shoved his palm inside my goddamned boxers and over my crotch. His clumsy movements were perhaps unplanned and most likely were due to the heat of the moment, but it seemed impossible to do that for so long by accident or some unconsciousness, so I figured he really was fucking hot for me.

And then I realized I also had a fucking hard-on.

"Don't go." He pursued and, when I caught a glimpse of his face, his eyes struck me as bloodshot. Well, this was something that maybe two or three people in the premise would ignore. All the same, I couldn't really ignore the way he was looking at me, much less disregard the hardness that was brushing against my thigh…

I was aroused. Like, really. It was like something in me had ignited, and I knew right away what it was; sexual attraction. In between every heartbeat an extra pulsation was cramming itself, hence I was panting despite the absence of physical activity. To add on that, I started to draw him closer to me. Perhaps it was all because of the adrenaline. Really, it was like someone had shot me with enough caffeine to give an elephant some heart attack. For all this, there was no hiding my boner which was probably poking him somewhere in his pelvis. Nevertheless, I spoke,

"And how, pray tell, am I supposed to go anywhere when I'm trapped beneath you, literally?" By the time I had finished talking I was already holding him, and I couldn't remember how it all had come about. All I knew was, I wanted him close. Just why?

He shifted about, bringing his forehead closer to my lips. Out of some karmic fairness, if he was this fearless at making the first moves, he had got to be terrible at every other thing in the world. As if to further that predilection, he went on, almost pleading, yet arousing all the same,

"I heard you were going to Europe, that your biological pops is taking you away. Tell me it's not true."

My vigilance recovered its fullness here. More than allowing myself to be seduced, I was permitting him to make decisions for me. His approach was somewhat amateurish, and yet I was finding it hard to resist. Why? Had I been enthralled by this brat right from the start? Was that the reason why I had kissed him the other night? No; even before that, I had been losing my mind whenever he'd gotten so near. I had tried to kiss him in the rain, had held his hand for too long when we had first shaken hands, and had stared like a moron at the empty spaces he had vacated. And now he was coming on to me like some sexually challenged bloke. Frankly, he wasn't at all up to my standards as far as experience in bed was concerned. This simply meant it was impractical of me and fruitless altogether to submit to this type of seduction, as he had nothing much to offer, because he obviously was a fucking virgin. Except that this also meant escape was impossible for me… because I grabbed him by the neck, to kiss him like some ravenous lecher. I pressed my lips against his, and no sooner than he parted them asunder did I begin devouring the insides of his mouth with fervor. And because I was no stranger to groping, I was running my palms over every exposed skin I could get my hands on, as if raking his flesh. When the time came to pry our mouths apart, I told him, my lips curling,

"That remains to be seen, brother. For now, mind getting off me?"

Suddenly he appeared crestfallen. Rolling himself on my side, he heaved a sigh, whereby I alighted from the bed.

"Where are you going, Grimmjow?"

"Door. You left it ajar, if you haven't noticed. I realized just now that I want it fucking locked."

The smile I was wearing perhaps didn't translate well to any well-meaning intent, but he returned the smile, grinning like he was god's gift to women… to me, above all. When I got back at his side, some fresh longing was all too apparent in him. Maybe this was something against which I had no power, because otherwise I had no excuse not to avoid what was to come about.

"My bad." he apologized.

"Since you're asking for it, I'm gonna ask you to spend the night. And, oh, I'll be on top if ya don't mind."

I dove into a pit, and into the unknown regions of the night. This sexual interaction was progressing so fast we both didn't know where to draw the lines anymore. This was, if anything, a frightful example of letting one's self go, of giving up that part of yourself of which you had always been thoroughly proud. I had been proud of my masculinity and my domineering nature, infallibly, and now I was asking for permission. Yet whether or not I wished to connect the dots could not be ascertained at the moment. Right now, there was no stopping my hands from stripping him out of his clothing. Right now, the hardness between my legs could only be satiated by his carnal offering.

"Be on top for all I care, but tell me you're not letting your father take you away."

"Why, Kurosaki, suddenly you're this attached to me. Is it because you want your virginity to be ripped apart by me, your brother, of all fucking pricks? I'll do it if you won't scream so loud."

"I believe it's the other way around. You seem to have busted your nuts a while ago when I kissed you." When he said that he ran a palm over my dick, and it excited me to the high fucking heavens.

"Very well, then. I believe we should fuck."

He was out of his clothing faster than a wink. As there was no shortage of the dirty things I wanted to do to him, the sight of his nakedness was like an adrenaline shot straight into my heart. I sucked his nipples just then, all the lust—the vague longing—I had been suppressing right from the start crystallizing into this very moment. And because tasting his flesh wasn't enough, I found my hand jacking him off like I would jack myself. I didn't mind that he was so sticky with pre-cum down there this early, as it must have been my fault anyway. Yes, this was pleasure as I had never known it.

Truth was, I had never fucked a dude before. I didn't know how it was done and not in my wildest dreams had I dreamed I'd find myself in this situation. But here I was, confronted by this in its fullness. Well, I guessed nothing helped sexual intercourse more than having a good foreplay to start with. It was perhaps the exact same thought in his mind, for he now lowered his head to suck me. When he did, I felt myself being transported to lord knew what realms. By proceeding in a gradual pace, he kept me riveted to the sensation. Indeed it was so different from the whore, who tended to suck so hard she could've decimated my sperm count at one point. So, as I was so impressed by his little show, I grabbed him by the hair, well aware of the task at hand; I had to come.

"Are you nearing it?"

"Almost there." I closed my eyes, my voice unsteady, teeth clenched and brows knitted as if to accommodate pain or extreme pleasure, if only to press back the sounds coming outta my mouth. But he worked on more vigorously this time, his tongue slithering over the whole length of the hardness that was my cock, while now and again he would pause to maybe have me begging for continuation. As it was, I blew my load in his mouth, and the amount was startlingly sumptuous, so startlingly sumptuous as to have some spilling from the corners of his mouth. Reddened by his commendable performance and panting profusely, he sat up.

"That's quite a lot." He observed, sweeping the sticky white substance off his chin with the back of his palm.

"Must I apologize?"

Instead of letting himself be positioned the way I wanted him to, he caught me off guard by shoving his tongue in my mouth. Just then I realized I was tasting not only his saliva but also my… I pulled hastily away.

"What?"

"Jerk. That's my own you're putting in my mouth."

"So? Aren't you too fucking horny to care?" He seemed irritated, and his tone of voice hinted at the level of impatience he was willing to show should I postpone our activities.

"Fine. Fair enough."

I pushed him down the bed, heaved myself on top of him, and shoved my tongue far down his throat. Before long I pulled away and proceeded to do something I had never done before; suck a cock. But he had been hard right from the start, and there was nothing to convey that his arousal was effacing anytime soon. My total lack of experience in giving head would perhaps limit the appeal of an otherwise purely lascivious deed, so I resolved to pleasure him as best as I could, to the best of my creativity. I went down on him, while he yanked me by the hair so tightly, almost violently, all the more fuelling my lust. I couldn't get enough of him, couldn't get past wanting to shove the whole of his manhood down my throat, to suck him dry until he was limp, to fucking taste, swallow and savor all he had to ejaculate.

Just what sort of mess, exactly, was I shoving myself into?

TBC

A/N: Okay, I'm sorry. This the first time I wrote something what you may consider explicit, I think. I just figured it had to be somehow written just to show how they start. Well, to be honest I'm not fond of writing this kind of stuff, but in this event it seems unavoidable. Thanks for reading!