Hello all my wonderful readers! XD I'm back from the convention! Unfortunately, I was unable to sell my dolls at the garage sale there... I have to wait until next year to sell them at the flea market T^T Although I did sell one Grimmjow doll and I got an order for Ukitate! Also, I'd like to inform all you lucky people that I'll be trying to get an account on craigslist to sell them there =) That means all of you will be able to get them! =D
Shiro: Yea! I'm a doll! XD
Ichi: And that makes you happy? =(
Shiro: I'm gonna be all over the world! When I get 'nough a me all over, I'm gonna take over the world! XD
Ichi: *rolls eyes and hits Shiro over head* You're such an idiot.
Chapter 6
Ichigo closes his eyes, his hips rocking against Grimmjow's. The other was right; this is way more interesting than wallowing in self-pity! He gasps when Grimmjow's lips crash against his again, the larger man sliding his tongue into Ichigo's mouth. Ichigo moans, falling back onto the bed so his partner can have more control. They're painfully hard, still clothed, and panting horribly. It takes everything Grimmjow has not to tear their clothes away and slam into Ichigo harshly. He promised it would just be a make out session, no penetration… what the fuck was he thinking!
"Mm… Grimm," Ichigo breathes out. "Ah… hmm… Grimm…"
Grimmjow watches the other lick his lips, those lustful amber orbs barely opening enough to gaze upon the large man. Ichigo bucks his hips, grinding into Grimmjow's hard member. He wants the obstruction gone as well, but he knows where that'll lead. Though he isn't against another roll in the sack with Grimmjow, the thought of that man sneaking into their bathroom again has ice water flowing down his spine. He moans softly when warm hands slide up beneath his shirt, playing with his hardened nipples. Grimmjow sucks on Ichigo's collarbone, touching everywhere possible and marking the only area Ichigo seems to let his mouth trail to aside from his lips. Those long fingers are tugging at blue locks again, Ichigo's body arching every so often in pleasure. Just when their climax is only inches away… there's a knock at the door.
"The fuck ya doin'?" Shiro calls. "Ichi, ya in there? It's lunchtime, damn it! I didn' see ya fer breakfast… ya ain't on that fuckin' diet 'gain, are ya? I'll kick yer ass if I find out yer skippin' meals! Ichi!"
"Shiro, shut the fuck up!" Ichigo snaps, hiding the huskiness of his tone as much as possible. "I ate breakfast today before you guys, I woke up really early and couldn't get back to sleep! I'll be right there for lunch, okay? God, you're such a fucking spaz sometimes!"
"… What are ya doin'?" Shiro wonders after a moment's pause.
"I was sleeping!"
He doesn't expect his twin to buy it, yet the other drops the subject. Ichigo hears him walking down the hall, most likely with Gin… those two are never far apart. Once he's sure the hall is empty, Ichigo looks at Grimmjow. His elbow is on the pillow by Ichigo's head, hand propping up his head and a huge grin on his face.
"This is your fault," Ichigo blames.
"And yet, you were a very active participant," Grimmjow chuckles.
"Get up so we can go eat," the other grumbles.
Grimmjow laughs when Ichigo pushes him away, getting to his feet and trying to still his lust. By the time they're almost to the salon car, both of them are flaccid and calmed down. Ichigo is in the lead, opening the first door and stepping into the hall between. Grimmjow enters as well, reaching for the handle to the door behind him. Ichigo moves to open the door to the salon car… but it's locked. He quickly turns, raising his hands to stop Grimmjow.
"Grimmjow, don't shut the…" he starts before hearing the click, "door."
"Open the door, it's cramped in here."
"It's locked, dumbass! Open yours!"
Cramped is an understatement, their bodies are pressed flush to one another with barely any room to move. Ichigo's hands are against Grimmjow's chest, one of the larger man's legs between Ichigo's. Grimmjow reaches behind him carefully, locating the handle and pulling on it.
"Uh…"
"Oh god, please don't tell me we're stuck like this!"
"… So, how long do you think it'll take them to come looking for us?" Grimmjow asks a bit upbeat. "I mean, lunch just started and everyone usually stays in the restaurant car until it closes…"
"We're so fucked," Ichigo whines.
The small area is a bit chilly, though their body heat keeps them relatively warm. Just standing there with nothing to concentrate on is getting on Ichigo's nerves. Especially with Grimmjow staring at him, that lust rebuilding within his eyes as his mind provides a million naughty thoughts. It isn't long before his arousal is digging into Ichigo's abdomen.
"Are you serious right now?" Ichigo snaps. "We're trapped in a tiny little space and you just have to go and make it dirty?"
"… Well… not yet I didn't," Grimmjow snickers. "And there's only one tiny little space I'm interested in being in."
"Someone could see us you perv!"
"I'm not worried, everyone is eating."
Ichigo is about to protest when Grimmjow rubs his thigh against his crotch. Ichigo gasps, groaning as his member is reawakened. The orange haired male drops his forehead against his hands. The friction of Grimmjow's thigh on his sex is delicious. As he keeps the smaller man preoccupied, Grimmjow leans against the door and carefully spreads Ichigo's legs with his free foot. Afterward, his hands begin ridding them of their pants.
"N-no," Ichigo whispers out. "Not here."
"What else are we gonna do to pass the time? Play twenty questions?" Grimmjow scoffs. "Not my idea of a good time. This is far more pleasing to me."
Grimmjow frees himself from his pants, his cock already dripping in his want. Ichigo shouldn't need stretching, not from their round last night, so Grimmjow just grabs the back of his thighs and lifts up. The smaller male sucks in a sharp breath, Grimmjow using the other door to keep Ichigo from falling to the side. Once he has him near his waist, the domineering man impales his lover on his dick.
"Ah! G-Grimm!" Ichigo gasps out. "S-son of bitch! I'll f-fucking kill you if we g-get caught!"
"You worry too much."
Before Ichigo can bite back a reply, Grimmjow slams him into the door. His thick member is forced deeper into Ichigo, striking his prostate and silencing the feisty male. He starts pumping into the warm body before him quickly, pushing in hard and a bit rough. Ichigo's breath is stolen from him, the overwhelming pleasure drowning him. He lets his head fall back onto the window behind him, letting out a throaty moan as Grimmjow punishes him in the most pleasant way.
"I hate you so much," Ichigo breathes huskily.
"You know you love my cock," Grimmjow purrs against Ichigo's throat. "You act like such a little slut when I take you. I love watching you moan like a bitch on my dick."
Ichigo shivers at the dirty talk, moaning once more. Grimmjow grunts as he slams into Ichigo harder, wishing he could sink his canines into the smaller male's collarbone. Ichigo's shirt rids up, his heated skin meeting the cool metal. The sweat upon his skin squeaks against the metal as he's pushed up it.
"Oh god, Grimm!" Ichigo utters. "I wanna t-touch you! Damn it! Ah… hah… wh-why can't I… oh fucking… mm…"
"Such a little slut," Grimmjow chuckles.
"Mm… hah… hah.. ah… oh god… h-harder! Ah! Ah, fuck!"
Grimmjow grabs Ichigo's ass, spreading him wider to slide in deeper. He moans loudly as he works himself in and out of Ichigo's tight entrance. Their climax is close, their bodies aching as Grimmjow assaults Ichigo's prostate, and the lingering chance of getting caught is only drawing them along faster. Ichigo releases on Grimmjow's shirt, the larger man nearly crushing his lover against the door as he buries his cock inside him. Grimmjow hisses as he empties himself inside Ichigo.
They're still for a little while, trying to catch their breath and calm their thumping hearts. Then Ichigo realizes how fogged up the windows are and blushes brightly. Grimmjow is laughing as he helps the other pull his pants up, grabbing the waistband while Ichigo's knees are still gripping his waist and holding on as the smaller male drops back into them. Ichigo cringes as the sticky fluids stain his boxers.
There's a knock on the salon car door, amber eyes widen in distress. They can hear the click of the lock, the door is drawn open… and Sebastian is looking at them calmly. Ichigo's face is so red his head is feeling dizzy, yet Grimmjow just tucks his flaccid member back into his pants and zips up.
"Hey, Sebastian," he grins. "Man, you couldn't have better timing if you were psychic!"
"I'm going to kill you, Grimmjow," Ichigo growls out.
"So, do you think you can unlock this other door so we can go clean up and change?" Grimmjow continues while ignoring Ichigo's angry comment.
"What were these doors doing locked, anyway?" Sebastian questions. "I checked them myself; they were unlocked when I went to the restaurant car."
The two shrug. Although they have no answers for the butler, Ichigo recalls something he had overlooked before. When he was walking toward the door to the salon car, he had noticed the first one was cracked open a bit. When he passes this information along, both Sebastian and Grimmjow seem bothered by it.
"… It was a trap," Grimmjow frowns. "Whoever was stalking us at night is trying to make opportune moments to take our pictures. I don't know what's going on or who they're focusing on, but this has got to stop!"
"I will try my best to apprehend the culprit, Master Jaegerjaques. Rest assured, this will end before we reach the resort."
"Thanks, Sebastian."
Ichigo smiles at the butler, his mortification of their earlier actions and being caught long gone with the revelation. He's never had a stalker before, but chances are he's only caught in the crossfire… this guy is after Grimmjow. Ichigo is a dull flame next to the shining star the blue haired man is, so he has no doubt who the target is. The only reason Ichigo seems to be trapped in the middle, is because Grimmjow is paying him more attention than most of his lovers. When the star is serious about someone, it draws paparazzi of all types.
They enter the bedroom again, Ichigo hesitating at the bathroom door. He wants to shower, wash off the mess they made, but thoughts of the last intrusion scare him away. Grimmjow notices this, carefully guiding the smaller man into the bathroom. It'll be a tight fit, but if it'll make Ichigo more comfortable in the shower Grimmjow will deal with it. They undress and squeeze in, Ichigo turning on the hot water before leaning back into Grimmjow's chest.
"I don't like this," he murmurs. "Having a stalker is scary. Why can't they just take pictures from afar like normal people do? Why do they have to try and get me in the shower and lock us in a small space? What could they possibly gain from sneaking into our room at night?"
"… Don't worry, Sebastian will take care of things from here," Grimmjow assures. "I know he will; he's never let me down before."
Grimmjow wraps Ichigo in his arms, the smaller man washing up as they stand beneath the hot spray. They make their shower a quick one, throwing on clean clothes and heading to the restaurant car afterward. As Ichigo opens the doors, he's careful to check that they're not locked. It's bad enough he knows the photographer likely caught them in a steamy moment; he doesn't need them getting anymore lewd photos.
The day goes by with little to no problems, but Ichigo is so wound up and paranoid he looks like he's had too much caffeine. Grimmjow doesn't trail far from the other, afraid of what might happen to Ichigo should he disappear and leave him alone. They're in the salon car with the others after dinner, Ichigo staring at his computer screen blankly and the others playing strip poker. It was decided Ichigo wouldn't join in on that game, mainly because without him everyone wins at least once. They've been playing so long; nearly everyone is down to their underwear. Ichigo is supposed to be writing; however he hasn't gotten anything done all day. His mind keeps going back to the stalker and the lengths they'll go to get a few good pictures. He's exhausted and it's easy to see, but he's almost afraid to go to the room on his own. Finally, he shuts down his computer and gives up. Ichigo needs sleep and he needs it now.
"Good night, everyone," he murmurs. "I'm exhausted, I'm going to bed."
"… Hang on, I'll go with you," Grimmjow says.
"No, it's fine," the orange head assures. "I'll be fine. You stay and play your game, I'm sure Sebastian has already retired and he's a light sleeper. If I need anything, he'll be right there."
Grimmjow nods slowly, though a strange expression still plays in his eyes. Shiro looks between the two, noting the weariness in his twin's amber pools and of possessiveness in Grimmjow's. He grins widely, realizing Ichigo finally got laid.
"It's about damn time," he mumbles under his breath.
He's positive they haven't admitted any real feelings for one another, but at least they took the first step. Well… the first step in Shiro's opinion. He and Gin were screwing like rabbits for almost a year before they admitted their feelings. Ichigo packs up his computer and heads to the room, dragging his feet along the way. He opens the door and glances inside, but doesn't see anyone. He steps in and changes for bed, flopping down on the top bunk just in case. Ichigo is asleep in seconds.
Grimmjow retires about a hand away from losing all his clothes, walking to the room in his boxers without a care. The rest of his clothes are balled up and tucked beneath one arm. When he enters the room he immediately searches for Ichigo, finding him in the top bunk with one arm and half his head hanging over the edge. He carefully rights the younger male before changing into a pair of sleeping pants. He doesn't bother to wear boxers with them. He climbs in bed with Ichigo once he's positive everything is locked up, curling up with his lover and holding him protectively.
It's around midnight when the rain becomes too much for the terrain, mud and rocks sliding down from the cliffs near the tracks. The engineer tries to slow down at the sight of the mudslide, but he's too late. He's forced to climb into the coal car behind the engine when the brakes fail him, a larger wave of mud and rocks hitting the side of the engine. It's knocked onto its side and buried beneath the mess, the engineer barely having time to jump off his current perch before that's buried as well. The train jerks to a sudden halt, the passengers thrown from their beds. Ichigo lands on Grimmjow's chest, the two lucky they didn't break anything in the fall. They're panicked at this point in time, racing to the small window to see what's happening. Sebastian can be heard moving along the hall, checking on the passengers along the way. They can't do anything until they know what's going on, but they most likely won't know until the morning. With a nervous glance toward one another, the two return to bed and fall into uneasy slumber.
In other news, there might be pictures of Danny and me on the colossalcon site on facebook! I haven't looked yet, but if you're eager to see we're dressed as Ash and Pikachu ;p Anyway, I haven't written anything in a week... I've been babysitting my cousins and getting ready for the con! I'll try and get right on that! I've missed it so much T^T I wanted to take my laptop... but I would've killed someone if anything happened to it ^^;
Shiro: ... Grimm was watchin' porn on it.
Grimm: You fucking liar! I was not! D=
Shiro: Yea he was, don' let 'im lie ta ya.
Vae: ... Ichi? *stern voice and hands on hips*
Ichi: ... Shiro did it, not Grimm. Grimm was too busy living his fantasies with me. *sighs*
Vae: Shiro! DX
Shiro: *runs away*