Okay, I decided to update this one. I'm still sick, so I don't feel like doing anything. Surprisingly, I've gotten more work done on my books in the last two days than I have in the last two weeks ^^; I suppose that's the only good part about being sick... although, I would appreciate breathing through my nose a little more. My whole torso hurts horribly from coughing... and then I got the hiccups today T^T Anyway, I've been working on Asylum. I threw in something new in chapter 9 and chapter 10. Chapter 10 didn't get finished yesterday. I spent all day on it, so it must be pretty long =( I didn't check how many pages, but Chapter 9 is 9 pages ;p
Shiro: Stop talkin'! Update! DX
Ichi: ... What's with you today? You seem eager to get to the update.
Shiro: I'm sharin' a room wit Gin on a train he can' 'scape from! What's not ta be eager 'bout? XD
Ichi: ... *shakes head with sigh*
Grimm: He has a point, Kitten. =3
Ichi: Don't even start. =(
Chapter 2
Ichigo stares at his computer screen, his fingers motionless upon the keys. All he can think about is Grimmjow's hard body so close to his own in that damn compartment! He wasn't kidding when he said it's been a long time, he's been sexually inactive for nearly a year. He's just been so busy and all those women throwing themselves at him are less than appealing. He wants a man, big and strong with a wild attitude. He stops upon the thought.
"Fuck," he hisses. "Not him. Anyone but him. That arrogant ass wouldn't be able to carry on a monogamous relationship if he was conditioned for it from birth!"
"Who er ya talkin' 'bout?" Shiro wonders.
"You son of a…"
"Ah, ah. We had this talk already," Shiro frowns.
"… You cock whore!" Ichigo snaps.
Shiro gasps and holds a hand over his heart dramatically. The older twin drops down into the chair beside Ichigo's, a mixture of confusion and disbelief in his golden eyes. Ichigo never results to speaking in such a way with Shiro.
"Ya promised not ta tell nobody," Shiro states in a hissed whisper.
"You put me in a room with Grimmjow!"
"Well, yeah. Ya need laid," the other shrugs. "I don' see what the problem is. Ya like 'im, he likes ya… just fuck an' get it over wit."
"I don't like him!"
Shiro levels Ichigo with a stare he knows all too well. It's one that says 'I know you better than you know yourself'. Shiro's always been very good at catching Ichigo in a lie… even when the orange head is attempting to lie to himself. Ichigo pulls at his vibrant locks again, groaning in annoyance. He can admit, he's extremely frustrated in the sex department. Fortunately for Ichigo, it's not bad enough to spread his legs for Grimmjow. The man may be a movie star and he may have a huge population of fans waiting to lay down for him, but Ichigo will never be one of them.
"Ichi, ya need this. Grimm likes ya, he talks 'bout ya all the time. I know he ain't just lookin' ta score. Well… he damn well better not if he knows what's good fer 'im."
"I'm not willing to take that chance with a playboy like him!" Ichigo snaps. "I'm not a one night stand kind of guy. I don't like quick flings or convenient fucks. I want a relationship that will last more than a few weeks or a couple months. He can't give that to me."
"Ya don' know that. He's a good guy, Ichi," Shiro states. "The media just likes ta make 'im the bad guy. The majority a those pictures an' articles er fabricated shit. More than half a the relationships they say he's been in er bull, they just assume he's in one when he's wit someone. Even red carpet shit, he'll take a friend er relative an' they'll say he's inta freaky shit."
"I don't know," Ichigo sighs. "Is a night of release worth a broken heart… or a lifetime of some disease?"
"He ain't infected by any sexually transmitted diseases, he ain't stupid 'nough not ta get checked fer shit like that," Shiro scoffs. "Yer just lookin' fer any reason ya can ta get out a it, when ya know it's what ya want… an' what ya need."
Ichigo scoffs petulantly, yet he knows Shiro is right. Grimmjow and Shiro have been friends for a long time, the blue haired bastard and Ichigo butting heads at every turn. When he started exploring his sexuality, however, Grimmjow was the star of many wet dreams for Ichigo. It just made him all the feistier around the other. Their verbal confrontations turned into all out spats, their disinterested looks changed to venomous scowls, and the shoving they once partook in to piss off the other evolved to fistfights. Ichigo blamed Grimmjow for his liking men and Grimmjow just didn't know how to back down from a fight, he probably didn't even know what the hell was going through Ichigo's young hormone addled brain.
"Time ta suck it up an' tell 'im."
"Kiss my ass," Ichigo snarls.
Shiro sticks his tongue out at Ichigo, leaving him to stare at his computer screen blankly. Ichigo's yearned for Grimmjow since junior high, but the blue haired man was always flirting with everyone else. If he were trying to make himself feel better about all this, Ichigo would say Grimmjow was attempting to make him jealous… but you don't spend years making someone you like jealous. With an aggravated huff, Ichigo puts his things away and heads to the restaurant car for dinner.
Ichigo gazes upon his meal in a mixture of fascination and exasperation. A lamb dish with steamed vegetables and a salad… really? With so many people starving around the world, they're getting a five star meal from a famous chef… on a train? Not that he can complain much more than that, one bite and Ichigo is in heaven. He's in the back of the restaurant car, sitting by himself and hoping to evade any prying eyes. Grimmjow, however, seems to have an 'Ichigo' radar. He sits across from the orange head with a feral grin.
"Grimmjow… what do you want this time?" Ichigo sighs.
"I'd like to eat my dinner," he comments. "I'm keeping the conversation non-sexual, okay? I don't want to embarrass the poor sex deprived bunny."
"Why would you think I'm sex deprived?" the younger male asks defensively.
"I didn't know for sure… but now I do. A guy doesn't get that defensive about a lack of sex unless they've actually hit a dry spell," Grimmjow snorts. "So… how long?"
Ichigo snaps his mouth shut and glowers at the other. Grimmjow shrugs and waits for his food as Ichigo eats his slowly. The waiter seems to be a butler of sorts, so proper and stiff that Ichigo's afraid a stain might give the old guy a heart attack. He steps up to the table Ichigo and Grimmjow sit at, bowing his head politely before turning to the blue haired man.
"Master Jaegerjaques," he greets. "I apologize it took me so long to get to you, your friends are… exhausting. Though I mean no disrespect by that, sir."
"Please, Sebastian," Grimmjow scoffs. "Even I think they're exhausting."
"Your dinner is on its way, Master Jaegerjaques," the butler called Sebastian smiles. "I informed the waiter you've changed tables. Should I bring something sweet for your companion? I don't recall him ordering a dessert."
"Really, I'm fine…"
"Oh, that would be great!" Grimmjow grins widely as he cuts off Ichigo.
"Very well, Master Jaegerjaques. I shall make up your bed once I've made sure you're both taken care of."
With that, Sebastian turns and walks off. Ichigo glares at Grimmjow venomously. There was a reason he didn't order dessert… he didn't fucking want any! Grimmjow, as always, easily brushes off the look. His dinner is set before him and the blue haired man tucks into his plate eagerly.
"Why did he call you that?" Ichigo wonders. "Can't take care of yourself so you have to hire someone to wait on you hand and foot?"
"You're so bitter today," Grimmjow teases. "Sebastian works for the train mostly, I just happen to be a regular customer."
"Why?"
"This is the only vacation I can take where I'm not hounded by the media," he shrugs. "Of course, my peace is quickly becoming nonexistent… I think my last trip was ambushed by a hidden photographer. They must've lied to get on, though; the passengers are screened meticulously by Sebastian."
Ichigo frowns at that, finishing up his dinner and making to get up. Grimmjow gives him a strange look, almost… kittenish. It just seems so sad and lonely that Ichigo can't help but sit back down with a roll of his eyes. He's no fool; he knows Grimmjow is manipulating him. And he's damn good at it, too. Not five seconds later, the waiter returns to take Ichigo's dishes… and sets down a mini strawberry shortcake. Ichigo stares at it in surprise, shocked Grimmjow would remember his favorite dessert when he's only mentioned it maybe once to the man.
"See? I remember shit," Grimmjow chuckles. "Dig in."
Ichigo smiles brightly and does just that. Grimmjow didn't tell the orangette; but that dessert isn't served by the chef on duty… the blue haired man had to request it be made for Ichigo. He sends a sly smile to the other as Ichigo practically drools over his dessert.
"Oi, Grimmy! We're playing cards, you in?" Nnoitra calls.
"You bet! You in, Ichigo?"
"Uh… I better not…"
Nnoitra starts laughing at Ichigo's indecisiveness, the others sending the orange haired male evil smirks. He doesn't understand why they'd look at him like that, however he's positive it isn't good. When the lanky raven opens his mouth again… Ichigo's feeling is proven right.
"What's the matter, bunny? Afraid we're gonna clean you out?"
Shiro's head pops up at that, wide golden eyes looking back at his younger brother. Ichigo's scowl deepens and Shiro's face twists into one of delighted mischief. Not many know it, but Ichigo is a bit of a card shark.
"Deal me in, damn it."
Nnoitra cackles happily, everyone moving to the salon car and pulling chairs up to a table. They play with money, everyone pulling out their bills and separating them by ones, fives, tens, and twenties. They spend a good two or three hours playing, Ichigo's pile of cash growing by the hand. By the time they all throw in the towel, Ichigo's managed to clean them out.
"You little bitch," Nnoitra mutters. "I can't believe we didn't beat you once!"
"I'm just that good," Ichigo grins.
He takes the money he started with and pushes the rest into the middle of the table. He doesn't keep anything he wins unless he's feeling especially spiteful, but being in such a small area he shouldn't keep so much money on him. He heads to bed afterward, eager to get some sleep, and Ichigo notes that Grimmjow isn't far behind him.
Sebastian is standing at their door when they arrive, bowing politely once more as he opens the door. Ichigo stares at him warily, unused to such treatment. Grimmjow pushes him forward and into the compartment.
"Sleep well, Master Jaegerjaques," Sebastian offers. "Shall I wake you in the morning for breakfast?"
"No thanks, I'd like to sleep in if I don't wake myself."
"Very well, sir. Should you need anything at all; the phone in your room will connect you to me immediately."
Grimmjow nods, thanking the man once more before shutting the door. Ichigo is heading to the bathroom, hoping to get a nice hot shower before bed, and Grimmjow just watches. Ichigo is quick with washing up, not wanting to use up all the hot water in case Grimmjow or the passenger that shares their bathroom needs a shower. When he gets out… he realizes he forgot his clothes.
"Shit," he mutters. "Hey, Grimm, can you pass me my clothes?"
"I would love to, sex bunny, but… I really want to see you next to naked. Your clothes are just never tight enough to give me a good image for wet dreams."
"You asshole!"
Grimmjow snickers on the other side of the door, Ichigo opening it enough to look out. After a moment's contemplation, Ichigo relents and exits the bathroom in a fluffy white towel. He tries to be quick, grab his stuff off the bed and get back, but Grimmjow is faster. He takes Ichigo's clothes and stands up, lifting his arms so the other can't reach. Ichigo jumps for the clothes, holding his towel up with one hand, and he growls when they evade him. This isn't about common sense now; this is about pride and challenge. It would be so easy to turn and get something else to wear… but that would be a win for Grimmjow.
"Give me my fucking clothes," Ichigo growls.
"Hmm… no, I think I'm liking this game."
Ichigo's body rubs up against Grimmjow's, delighting the larger man with the contact, and he's soon forgetting about his towel as he concentrates on the task. Grimmjow doesn't touch him, just teases him and takes in as much of that fit body as possible. On the last jump, Ichigo's towel loosens and almost falls to the floor. Much to his own dismay, Grimmjow's hand darts out to stop that from happening. Ichigo's face is bright red as he snatches his clothes from Grimmjow, the larger man moving to the bathroom to give his companion some privacy… but not before grabbing his ass. The day just wouldn't be perfect if Grimmjow didn't grope Ichigo at least once.
"Grimmjow!"
"Oh, come on. You knew that was coming," he teases as he shuts the door.
Ichigo changes quickly, crawling onto the bottom bunk and sighing in relief. The sheets are silky and the blanket is so soft, Ichigo is surprised it's so comfortable. As he's just drifting off, Grimmjow shouts from the bathroom. The orangette, not thinking about anything but the man's potential injuries, rushes in to help him. Grimmjow is standing butt naked in the middle of the small bathroom, facing the other door with a look of rage. Ichigo can only stare, his face lighting up. Grimmjow turns, giving Ichigo a full frontal of his generous package… and Ichigo can feel warm blood dripping from his nose.
"I… I th-thought you were hurt," he stammers. "I'm s-sorry."
"I don't mind," Grimmjow grins lecherously. "As long as you return the favor, I'm all good."
Ichigo mumbles under his breath, backing away and shutting the door. He returns to his bunk, drowning himself in his blankets to hide his mortification. Grimmjow exits the bathroom afterward, grumbling something about peeping toms and inconsiderate assholes. Though he wants to ask, Ichigo stays in his cocoon. Grimmjow pats his ass, resisting the urge to grope.
"Wake me if you need anything," Grimmjow comments. "And I mean anything… I don't trust that ass next door; he walked in on me in the bath. Start locking the door."
"Okay," Ichigo remarks in confusion.
Grimmjow climbs the ladder and lies down, staring at the ceiling in contemplation. It's extremely rare for Grimmjow to show interest beyond a quick fuck or a short relationship, so sharing a compartment he never shares on this train is a neon sign for him. Whoever is next door knows that… and they seem eager to cash in on such information.
Dun, dun, duuuuuun! ;p Things are getting interesting now! What drama have I placed in their future? You won't know until later! I'm not giving anything up. By the way, I realize I also used 'Sebastian' in this fic, too. I don't know why, but I just love that name XD Sorry if it's confusing, just deal with it. Or you can just make up your own name! I won't mind =D Anyway, I'm tired and I need to finish chapter 10. I'm going now.
Ichi: Seriously? You have your own butler in this one?
Grimm: *shrugs* He's no my butler, didn't you read that part?
Shiro: Ya could get a butler, Ichi. Yer just too controlling fer one.
Ichi: I am not controlling! DX
Shiro: Yeah ya are, ya don' let me do nothin'! =(
Ichi: ... There's a reason for that.
Grimm: Hey, Shiro, why don't you go play with Gin? XD
Shiro: *cheers and runs off*
Grimm: ... He's really not that difficult to control.
Ichi: Yeah... too bad he doesn't realize how easy he makes it.