I'm back! Sorry about before, virus problems. We have two laptops and a computer in this house, but only my laptop works *sighs* Anyway, I'm good now! I missed you guys so much! XD I really did! I was practically dying at the lack of reviews T^T Now that I'm back online, I can't wait to start writing some more! I've been so bored! I started drawing up a mini comic with my Asylum characters ;p Not Ichigo and them, but my original characters... the ones that are really supposed to be in the story. Anyway, I wrote up 12 pages (what's supposed to be in the cells), set up and placed talk bubbles on all 12 pages, drew around 6 1/2 pages, and colored 5! It's going okay ;p I wish I could post it, but my scanner is down so that's not happening anytime soon ^^;
Shiro: What? It ain't 'bout us? What the hell er ya thinkin'? DX
Ichi: *rolls eyes* Great, his ego needs popped again.
Grimm: Oh! I'll do it! XD
Ichi: Be my guest.
Grimm: Hey, Shiro! Gin told me he cheated with a whore because you suck in bed.
Shiro: ... *retreats to corner to sulk*
Ichi: Well done. A little mean, but effective.
Grimm: I do what I can =3
Chapter 4
Ichigo stands within the shower, cursing his luck. He managed to fix the radio Grimmjow brought, the weather channel stating the rain will last a few days and only get worse. The worst times of Ichigo's life happened during storms like this; the car accident that killed his parents, the time a gang member mistook him for Shiro and shot him, the time he was stranded at sea with his twin for a week… which was completely Shiro's fault, by the way! God, Ichigo has the worst luck ever! Now he's stuck on a train with the worst possible company, sharing a bunk with the hottest guy that's ever played with his hormones, and it's storming so badly said hormones are begging for comfort.
"… I'm gonna kill Shiro for this," Ichigo mutters.
"Hey, you okay in there?" Grimmjow wonders as he knocks on the door. "Did the shower door get stuck? I almost got trapped in there yesterday. Do you need help? Oh god, please tell me that psycho didn't barge in and rape you while I was gone!"
"I'm fine, you drama king," the orange head states with a roll of his eyes.
He goes to open the sliding glass door after turning off the water, gasping when it sticks. Ichigo jiggles the handle, letting his head fall against the door almost painfully when it refuses to open. He can either spend all night in the shower, praying the guy in the room next to them doesn't need to use the bathroom, or he can ask Grimmjow for help. Unfortunately, that means the blue haired ass will get to see all of Ichigo's assets.
"Why me?" he whines. "Okay… Grimmjow!"
"Yes, sex bunny?" Grimmjow comments from the room.
"… I can't open the damn door."
The door opens, Grimmjow snickering as he walks in. Ichigo immediately regrets speaking up. There's a rough tug on the shower door, the portal popping open at the treatment. Surprisingly, the next thing Ichigo sees is a fluffy towel being thrust through the opening.
"Thanks," he sighs in relief.
"No problem," Grimmjow remarks. "Now hurry up, okay? I'm hearing movement on the other side of that door."
Ichigo quickly wraps the towel around his narrow hips, slipping from the shower. Grimmjow keeps his own body between Ichigo and the door to their neighbor's room. They're back in their own without confrontation, Ichigo staring at his clothes hard. He's not about to get dressed with Grimmjow in the room with him, but the neighbor has already taken up the bathroom. The arms around his waist still his already foggy mind.
"What's the matter? Think I'm gonna be a naughty boy?" Grimmjow murmurs seductively in Ichigo's ear. "Why is the sex bunny so shy? You're twin certainly isn't. Last time we went on this trip, he was streaking up and down all the cars."
"My twin is an idiot," Ichigo points out. "I'm not. I was born with a shred of modesty."
"… You were born with both your shreds of modesty."
Grimmjow sets his hands on Ichigo's hips, laying his palms on the spot above the towel to reach bare skin. He massages those hips, nuzzling Ichigo's neck as he does so. Ichigo bites back his moan, fighting the need to be held intimately. He jerks his elbow back to ward off the blue haired man, Grimmjow dancing backward at the action. With a grin on his face, he relents and turns around so Ichigo can change in peace.
"Thanks," the orange head mutters.
"It goes against every fiber of my being, but I'm willing to compromise for you," Grimmjow says lightly. "You might want to wear something heavier than your usual outfit; it's supposed to get cold tonight. Of course, I'm not against sharing body heat."
Ichigo rolls his eyes, deciding to take his chances with his tank top and light sleep pants. He crawls into the top bunk first, Grimmjow shamelessly staring at his ass, and then he's joined by the other. Usually, Ichigo waits until he can't take it anymore to cuddle… or at least until Grimmjow is almost asleep. This time, however, he does it immediately.
The thunder booms outside the train, the rain pounding down on the vessel mercilessly, and all Ichigo can feel is utter loneliness. Grimmjow notices the change in his companion, sighing in confusion as he holds Ichigo close. He doesn't expect the lips ghosting over his collarbone. He takes a sharp inhale of breath, one hand tightening in the blankets when Ichigo's fingers move slowly down his abs and toward his sweatpants.
Those devilish fingers slip beneath his waist band, drawing a small coy circle on Grimmjow's pelvis. The larger man shifts in bed, pulling Ichigo up to connect their lips harshly. Grimmjow was never very good with teasing. He entwines the fingers of one hand in orange locks, his other arm wrapping around Ichigo's waist to press their hips together.
"Ah," Ichigo breaths out.
"Mm… you sure about this?" Grimmjow asks. "We can stop if you're not."
Ichigo isn't completely sure, every bit of him wants to pull away and pretend this isn't happening, but a loud slam of thunder has him pressing closer to Grimmjow. The larger male notes the reaction, knowing he should stop now before he has to deal with a regretful Ichigo. Call him selfish, but that's not gonna happen. He grinds his half hard member into Ichigo's, the smaller man moaning loudly. A feral grin breaks out on Grimmjow's lips. He dips down to kiss Ichigo again, nibbling on his bottom lip and bucking his hips a tad roughly.
Ichigo pulls at Grimmjow's shirt, the other leaning away to take it off and toss it to the floor. As he does that, Ichigo moves so the larger man is between his spread legs. Ichigo tugs his tank top over his head, throwing it to join the one belonging to his soon-to-be-lover on the floor. He wraps his arms around Grimmjow's neck, pulling him closer for another kiss. Grimmjow deepens it, slipping his tongue into Ichigo's mouth and mapping it out slowly. The smaller male languidly moves his hips, gasping when Grimmjow's hand slips into his pants to cup his ass.
"Oh, Grimm," Ichigo moans.
Carefully, the larger man slides the pants off Ichigo's legs and tosses them to the floor. He leans back to sit on his knees, careful not to hit his head on the ceiling, and gazes upon the body before him. Even with the only light being the lightening from outside, flashing randomly, Ichigo is beautiful. He runs his hands along that tan figure, starting at Ichigo's thighs and moving up along his torso. Finally, Grimmjow holds himself up on his forearms to looking into amber eyes.
"This is going to be a night you'll never forget," he promises in a seductive purr.
"It better be," Ichigo mumbles huskily.
He tugs at blue locks, allowing the other to dominate his mouth again. Grimmjow slides a hand beneath his pillow, pulling out a small bottle of clear liquid. Ichigo will probably ask about it later, but right now he's too eager to think about it.
As Grimmjow keeps his lover busy with a heated make out session, he coats his fingers in the cool substance. Slowly, he slips the first finger into Ichigo's entrance. The smaller man pulls away from Grimmjow's lips, gasping at the feeling. Ichigo digs his fingers into the pillow beneath his head, panting as he gets used to the feeling of being stretched.
"Mm… more," he breathes out.
Grimmjow adds the second, and then the third finger. He works them inside Ichigo's tight passage, brushing the other's prostate before pointedly ignoring it. Grimmjow catches a whimper from the orange head, grinning with lust fogged eyes at the sound. Once the other can't take the teasing anymore, Grimmjow removes his fingers. He slickens his hard cock with more lube, positioning himself and driving into the other quickly. Ichigo gasps, gripping Grimmjow's hair painfully at the pain of being filled after so long.
"D-damn it, G-Grimm," Ichigo hisses out. "Why do have to be… s-so fucking big!"
"… I think that's the first time I've had a complaint," Grimmjow snorts in humor. "You won't be complaining in a little while, though. I can promise you that."
Ichigo rolls his eyes, trying to adjust to his partner's size as quickly as possible. The pleasant mixture of pain and pleasure has begun to take the orange head's focus off the storm, effectively washing away his anxiety. He slowly moves himself on Grimmjow's sex, moaning quietly in pleasure as he closes his eyes. Grimmjow takes that as an okay and slides out of Ichigo, pushing himself back in sharply and assaulting the other's prostate. The loud drawn out moan is delicious, Ichigo's reaction wanton and almost slutty. It turns Grimmjow on all the more.
Grimmjow's arm is tucked beneath Ichigo's head, the other pressed against the wall behind the smaller male for leverage. He's waited too long to penetrate Ichigo, so Grimmjow's movements are soaked in excitement and eagerness. He pounds into the body beneath him vigorously, not caring to take his time as presses them together. Their skin is soon covered in a light gloss of sweat, the larger man gliding along Ichigo's body as he continues to slam into that delectably tight heat.
"Oh god," he breathes out. "So damn good."
"Mm… ah… G-Grimm… so… hah! Oh, god!" Ichigo moans out whorishly. "M-more! Fuck, it's s-so good! Ah! Hah… mm… hah… hah…"
Their breathing is harsh now, Ichigo's pants and moans coming faster. Grimmjow wants to turn the other onto his hands and knees, really give it to him good and hard, but the space given won't allow it. Instead, he moves the hand on the wall to Ichigo's hip. His grip is bruising upon the tan skin there, jerking the orange head back onto his dick as hard as possible as he plows into him with a thrust of his own hips. Grimmjow grunts in growing passion, half lidded amber eyes dilated with lust staring up at him. Ichigo's thighs tighten around Grimmjow's waist, the other giving up to the control his partner exhibits. Grimmjow moves his hand from Ichigo's hip to the smaller man's sex, stroking the rock hard member only twice before Ichigo gasps. His body stiffens and Ichigo arches into Grimmjow. The blue haired man answers, forcing his cock in faster and more insistent. Ichigo's velvet walls grow tight around Grimmjow's aching rod, the orangette shivering as his cum spurts upon their abdomens and chests. Finally, Grimmjow spills his release into Ichigo. He growls in the throes of his passion, pressing deep before he comes undone. Ichigo shivers again as he's filled with the sticky substance, frowning when it trickles down his thighs and onto the sheets.
The two attempt to catch their breath, both exhausted from the bout of sex that seemed to last for hours. Ichigo can honestly say none of his other lovers lasted as long as Grimmjow… they usually cum early and leave him to take care of himself. Once Grimmjow feels he can lift his own weight, he pulls out of Ichigo. More fluids stream from his entrance, drawing a groan of disgust from the smaller male.
"The worst part is the mess," Ichigo mutters.
"Other than that, I'll bet you're kicking yourself for waiting so long to fuck," Grimmjow smirks arrogantly.
"… A bit," the orange head admits sheepishly.
Ichigo yawns and Grimmjow stretches as much as possible. He's not about to sleep in their mess, so he climbs down the ladder and enters the bathroom. Ichigo's too tired to care either way, closing his eyes and welcoming the bliss of dreamless sleep. It's the only thing to take him away from the torment of his memories. Before he manages to fall under the spell, he's pulled from the top bunk and startled awake.
"Sorry," Grimmjow murmurs.
He's holding Ichigo in his arms now, a wet washcloth in one hand as he sits on the lower bunk. He quickly wipes Ichigo clean and sets him in the bed, drawing the wet cloth over himself before tossing it into the clothes hamper. He rolls Ichigo over toward the wall, spooning behind him and pulling the blanket over them.
"… Thank you," Ichigo mutters as he falls asleep.
"For what?" Grimmjow questions.
When Ichigo doesn't answer him, Grimmjow shrugs and snuggles against the other. He holds Ichigo tightly within his arms, a soft smile of utter bliss upon his lips. That smile falls when he hears movement in the bathroom, his grip tightening on Ichigo possessively at the thought of a threat in the next room. Ichigo whines in his sleep at the constrictive feeling, so Grimmjow loosens his hold minutely. It takes him a while to fall asleep after that.
Ichigo wakes feeling sore, but extremely great! Of course, then he hears the continuing storm outside the window. He groans in annoyance, pouting a bit as Grimmjow shifts in his sleep. Without thinking it over, Ichigo crawls over Grimmjow and limps to the bathroom for a hot shower. His muscles are tense from being worked over in such a manner, as erotic as it may have been for the writer, and a hot shower will do Ichigo some good.
He stretches and yawns as he climbs into the shower, the sound of the shower only adds to the rain. It strengthens Ichigo emotional turmoil, so he tries to clean up quickly. Just as he's about to turn off the shower, the bathroom door opens.
"Grimm?" he calls. "Grimmjow, is that you? Are you finally awake, sleepyhead? I wanted to get an early breakfast and work on my novel; do you think the chef will let us eat early? Grimm?"
No answer, Ichigo's heart picking up speed as movement continues on the other side of the shower door. He presses his back against the cold tile wall when the silhouette outside the shower moves closer. The shower stall jiggles, jammed once more to Ichigo's relief.
"Grimmjow!" he screams in a panic. "Grimm! Grimm, help! Grimmjow! Get the fuck out of bed, you lazy ass! Someone's in the bathroom! They're trying to get in the shower with me! Grimmjow, you piece of shit, if I get raped I'm gonna kick your ass!"
By now, Ichigo is near tears and the figure on the other side of the glass is getting panicked. The orange head slides down to sit in the back corner of the shower, his arms around his legs and his chin atop his knees. This all seems so familiar… oh yes; this is exactly what happened the second time a gang mistook him for Shiro. That seemed to happen frequently in their teen years. What he didn't appreciate was when the guy they sent to punish his twin dragged him from the shower and tied him to the bed! If Shiro hadn't of returned from the store, Ichigo would've killed him for being late!
"Grimmjow," he whispers quietly. "Please… help me."
There's a flash of light aimed at the shower, the figure hurrying back to the other room, and then the door to Ichigo's and Grimmjow's room bursts open. At the absence of the stranger, Grimmjow tries to open the shower door. He finds it jammed and jerks it hard, popping it open and looking in to find Ichigo on the floor.
"Come here," he says softly. "You're okay now, I'm here."
He pulls Ichigo into his arms, surprised to feel the trembling from the other. Normally Ichigo would face the world with a scowl and a right hook, but this brought up some pretty bad memories on top of the storm outside. He holds the soaked and crying orange head for a while, the other nearly choking him with the hold on his neck. Carefully, Grimmjow lifts Ichigo toward him and reaches for a towel. He carries the other into the bedroom, locking the door behind him. This has to stop.
Ah, one more chapter up to satisfy you. I hope you enjoyed it =) I'm writing Asylum today, but I might work on my fics later =) I just got a new computer, so I need to transfer all my fics onto a flashdrive. I don't think I want to write them all on my new comp, as it's supposed to be just for my books. ^^; So far... I've already gotten on the internet to update here =( I new I wouldn't hold out long on that. T^T
Shiro: 'Cause yer weak.
Vae: T^T
Ichi: She just loves her readers, leave her alone. D=
Shiro: I can' help the fact she's weak.
Grimm: She wasn't so weak when she wrote you preggers in Lust.
Shiro: ... Good point. =(