Okay, everyone, this is the last chapter of my mistake posting ^^; After this one, those of you that already read 5-9 will be able to start reading new chapters again! I'm going to work on my outline for Asylum today, but I'll try hard to fit in some fanfiction as well. Unfortunately, I'm painting my nails today... and that's like an all day thing =( If I don't wait for them to dry REALLY good, I smudge like half the paint off and I have to redo it T^T Not to mention every time you get done and your nails are wet... you have to go to the bathroom =( Okay, I'm going to get working on that outline so I can get to my fics =)
Shiro: I can do it! XD
Vae: ... Don't... even... think about it D=
Shiro: *pout* Ya don' let me do nothin'. T^T
Vae: Go play with Gin, I'm sure he's more than willing to let you do things.
Shiro: *hurries off with large grin*
Chapter 9
Ichigo wakes in the morning expecting to hear rain… but he hears nothing. His mood immediately lifts at the thought of clear skies. He stretches and sits up, gasping when something hard pokes at his backside. He fell asleep lying on Grimmjow and the other seems like he had wonderful dreams last night. With a frown, Ichigo debates getting up to shower. He shivers at the thought of a cold shower, deciding to stay put and relish in Grimmjow's furnace-like body. If he had to be stuck with someone in a cold room, Ichigo's overjoyed it's Grimmjow. That man gives off heat like he was born with fire in his veins. As it stands, they both kicked off their clothes sometime during the night.
"What a great morning," Ichigo mumbles. "Well… aside from the cold outside my blankets. How the hell did so much heat buildup through the night? It's probably mostly Grimmjow's fault… not that I'm complaining, this feels fucking great!"
Grimmjow mumbles in his sleep, his hips thrusting shallowly as he dreams. He's panting and groaning in pleasure, bringing a questioning tilt to Ichigo's head. Before he can react to Grimmjow's rutting, the larger male turns and Ichigo topples onto the mattress. Grimmjow follows, still resting between the other's legs and thrusting against Ichigo's entrance slowly. His persistent rutting is bringing Ichigo to arousal, the orange head panting as he tries to wake the other. Just as he's bringing his voice around, Grimmjow's tenacity pays off and his large cock penetrates the smaller male. Ichigo's eyes go wide as his prostate is jabbed, a loud moan spilling from his lips.
"Oh my f-fucking… how is that even… It's like he k-knows my body even in his d-dreams!" Ichigo gasps out. "Well… that better be the b-body he's dreaming… ah… about! If he calls out s-someone… mm… hah… else's name I'm gonna kick his a-ass!"
Grimmjow groans as he drives inside Ichigo, nibbling on the other's collarbone in the midst of his ecstasy. Ichigo can't even think anymore, humming in pleasure as he pushes back against the thick member. Ichigo's erection is trapped between their sculpted abs, the friction delicious as he lies limp beneath the other. Every time Grimmjow fills him with that huge package, Ichigo can't help but submit to his every whim… well… almost every whim. If he forces Ichigo to say he's his bitch again, he'll castrate the arrogant fucker.
"Ah… Grimm," Ichigo whispers out. "Oh god… mm… so big… ah, please… hah!"
Grimmjow sighs and begins to stir, his hips continuing their undulation unbidden. When he realizes what he's doing, he immediately stops. A bright blush has been splashed onto his face, the realization he's molesting Ichigo… practically raping the other in his sleep… almost too much to comprehend. Ichigo opens a single glazed amber eye to look upon his lover, a frown creasing one corner of his mouth as his right hand yanks hard on blue locks.
"If you stop now, I'll kill you," he growls out huskily.
"My, my, sex bunny," Grimmjow chuckles as the action draws him from his stupor. "Someone is eager to be filled with my seed."
"I liked you… mm… better when you… ah… were asleep, you a-asshole!"
Grimmjow laughs lightly, making himself more comfortable between Ichigo's legs. He was just barely hitting the other's sweet spot in his previous position. Grimmjow thrusts in sharply, nailing Ichigo's prostate with more force than before. The orange head screams out his pleasure, his head dropping onto his pillow.
"You like that?" Grimmjow purrs. "Mm… you sure look like you do. You want more?"
He licks his lips and slams back into the body beneath him. A few more brutal thrusts and he starts moving shallowly, rubbing that pleasure button with a light touch that leaves Ichigo whining. Those amber eyes are pleading as he looks into Grimmjow's cyan, but the larger male isn't feeling merciful today… he's feeling playful.
"Grimm," he whines. "P-please, I want… ah… I want more… hah…"
"Do you now?" Grimmjow teases. "What are you going to give me in return?"
"… I'm not… hah… t-talking dirty with y-you!"
"But I like it when you talk dirty with me. I like hearing you admit to being my bitch, that you're my precious little sex bunny… that my bunny wants to hop on my cock."
Ichigo blushes furiously, eyes wide in disbelief as Grimmjow grins down at him lecherously. He wonders what the hell he found so appealing in this guy. Grimmjow thrusts hard into him again, washing those thoughts away like a flood taking down a town. A long wanton moan spills from Ichigo's lips, his hips gyrating against Grimmjow's. He wants more, he wants the other inside him deeper… he'll do anything to get release about now! Grimmjow had already driven him near crazy before he woke up, those shallow thrusts doing nothing to curb the lust within his veins.
"Please!" he begs. "Please, I… ah… I need… mm… hah… hah… ah! God, I need more!"
"Tell me what I want to hear," Grimmjow grins.
"You're a s-sadistic ah… asshole!" Ichigo growls.
"Be that as it may, I'm in charge and you're not getting off until I hear what I want!"
"I'm your bitch!" he screams. "I'm your little… little s-sex bunny! Your… y-your sex bunny w-wants to… ah! Ah, fuck! Wants to… h-hop on your… on your cock! Please, p-please… ah… hah… let your b-bunny… hah… h-hop on it! And… I'm g-gonna… ah! Gonna fucking k-kill you later!"
Grimmjow laughs happily, sitting back and pulling out of Ichigo. He sits on the edge of the bottom bunk and pulls the other onto his lap, impaling Ichigo once again. The orange head starts bouncing in his lap, but Grimmjow frowns in dissatisfaction. He wants to be deeper. He sets one foot on the ladder and grabs the top bunk with his hands, lifting himself high enough that Ichigo's knees barely touch the lower bunk. The other is forced to drop all his weight on Grimmjow's lap, crying out unintelligibly as he's forced to take the other as deeply as possible. Ichigo uses his feet on the lower bunk to raises himself up, dropping all his weight down when Grimmjow is almost out of him. White light bursts behind his eyelids, the orange head screwing himself on Grimmjow's cock as quickly and hard as possible. Tears are in his eyes as he's trapped in bliss, Grimmjow taking pity on him after a bit. He holds himself up with one hand, wrapping his free arm around his lover and standing. He presses Ichigo against the wall, slamming into him in a brutal pace. Ichigo's head hits the wall as it falls back, his legs wrapped around Grimmjow's waist as he's taken.
"Ah! Ah, fuck… mm… G-Grimm!" Ichigo moans. "S-so good… ah… fuck me… h-harder! Oh god, yes! Mm… ah… hah… ah… oh, G-Grimm! I'm s-so… hah… close…"
Grimmjow is tempted to deny Ichigo his release, but he's also barreling toward his breaking point. He sets his hands against the wall, one on each side of Ichigo's head, and starts banging him so hard he inches up the wall. He honestly wouldn't be surprised if the surface is shuddering beneath the force. Ichigo tenses and moans as his release coats their stomachs, his inner walls squeezing Grimmjow in a painful vice-like grip. The larger male grunts as he works his erection inside Ichigo a few more times. He presses deeply as he comes, his orgasm mind-blowing as he spurts his fluids inside Ichigo's hot cavern. His eyes roll into the back of his head, his mouth hanging open in bliss, and he can feel his copious amount of seed running down his nether regions as they flow from Ichigo's entrance.
"Holy shit," he gasps.
"Do you… a-always cum that m-much," Ichigo questions with a saucy smirk.
"Nope, you bring out the beast in me," Grimmjow chuckles.
"That beast is a real turn on, pussy cat," the younger male purrs.
Grimmjow grins widely, sliding them both to the floor. They listen to their heartbeats calm, their breathing slowly settling. Next door they can hear Shiro and Gin moving about, most likely woken by Ichigo's screams. The thought is proven correct with Shiro bursts into the room seconds later, Gin attempting to hold him back with great wasted effort.
"Ichi!" Shiro yells. "Are ya 'kay? Is the stalker rapin' ya? I'll fuckin' disembowel 'im!"
"Shiro, you spaz! Get the fuck out!" Ichigo screams.
"… I knew ya were fuckin' wit Grimmy!" Shiro crows in triumph. "I knew it!"
"… And now the whole train will," the younger twin growls in annoyance.
"Wit the way ya were screamin' I'm shocked they don' already," he scoffs.
Ichigo grabs the nearest object and hurls it at his twin, scowling in irritation when it happens to be a discarded pillow. If only he'd grabbed a tennis shoe. He looks around for one, which Shiro catches. He quickly yelps and retreats, leaving Gin to take the shoe to the face. He grunts in pain and tumbles into the hallway, Shiro shutting the door to cease any further attacks. Grimmjow chuckles, pulling Ichigo's head against his chest.
"Was that really necessary?"
"It's Shiro; it's always necessary… and fun!" Ichigo smirks.
"Let's wash up and get to the restaurant car, I'm starving."
Ichigo whines at the memory of his cold shower, allowing Grimmjow to pull him to his feet. They head to the shower, steeling themselves for the wash of ice they're about to partake in. It's quick; they jump in, wash up, and jump out as fast as possible. After drying off, they huddle beneath their blankets a bit to warm up and awkwardly pull on their clothes.
"Well… that was interesting," Grimmjow murmurs. "Let's go eat."
The rain has stopped completely, however the world outside their haven is muddy. They should have arrived at the resort by now, which means their food supply is likely running low. Grimmjow knows this; Sebastian had pulled him aside to inform him when Ichigo left to find them a table. Now he sits across from the orange head, glancing around the restaurant car in order to locate his stalker... they're nowhere to be seen. It's been that way for a while now. He's fairly certain the last time he saw them was the morning after Ichigo kicked their ass.
"What's the matter?" Ichigo wonders. "You've been staring around the car for fifteen minutes now... you haven't even touched your food."
"... It's nothing."
"You're looking for the person that caught me, aren't you?" the smaller male questions. "It's okay, Grimm. I'm ready for them if they try again. I'll give them a beat down worthy of Shiro's reputation!"
"I don't doubt that," Grimmjow chuckles.
Ichigo smiles widely, taking another bite of his crepe. When Grimmjow still doesn't lift his fork to begin eating, the orange head frowns and sets down his own. This isn't like his brother's longtime friend, usually nothing could keep Grimmjow away from a good meal.
"What's really bothering you? Either you're not worried about that stalker, or there's something else on your mind as well."
"Damn, you can read me far too well," Grimmjow growls quietly. "Sebastian just told me that our food supply is running low. We should have been at the resort by now; our backup supplies will only last a few more days. By then the ground should be dry enough to start heading toward the resort."
"... We're surrounded by wilderness, Grimmjow," Ichigo frowns "Why can't we just forage for food and stay here until help comes?"
Grimmjow levels the other with a glare. The answer to that question should be obvious. There's a stalker on the train that's slowly escalating, getting more hostile and brave by the day. If they stay within this confined space, there's a good chance someone will get hurt far worse than Ichigo did. The smaller male hangs his head after a moment, realizing how stupid his question was.
"Sorry. I'm just not... I'm not a camping type," he sighs. "The resort is still a couple days away by train. We'll take probably twice as long if not longer to reach it on foot, which means we'll be living in the wild for that long. I don't think I can do that."
"Don't worry, bunny," Grimmjow smiles. "Camping the old fashioned way was our first bonding time activity! All of us are really good at it, including Shiro! We'll take care of you."
Ichigo smiles minutely, though it's hesitant and doesn't reach his eyes. It's not that he doesn't like camping… it's the fact he'll be in an area where he can easily get lost, with a stalker that's out to get him, and might possibly end up where no one can hear him scream. Not to mention, his body will likely never be recovered. Oh god, he needs to get away from his books!
The rest of the day is spent lounging around the salon car, Ichigo snoozing on a couch while using Grimmjow's lap for a pillow. The group started playing cards after breakfast, but decided playing with pretzel sticks and chips is a better idea than losing all their money. Ichigo isn't interested in cards today. He should really get back on his book… but once his imagination is let loose on his computer, it'll likely continue on past the time he shuts it down. Considering his thoughts on camping not long ago… it's best if he steers clear of that. Nnoitra looks down at Ichigo for the third time in fifteen minutes, frowning at the sight of his buddy acting so intimate with Shiro's twin. Ichigo has never been very close with them, however Nnoitra always assumed it was because Grimmjow fucked him in high school and dumped his ass the next morning. The bad blood did start when their libidos began getting overactive.
"What's up with this?" he asks Grimmjow.
"We… uh… made up," Grimmjow smiles sheepishly.
"You mean you fucked him. Which leads me to the next question… is he just a prolonged booty call, or are you ditching him when we reach the resort?"
"… I don't want to leave Ichigo. I love him."
Cards drop around the table, a bowl of pretzels spilling, and all faces are twisted in utter shock and disbelief. Grimmjow raises a slender brow at their reactions, wondering if it's seriously that weird he actually loves someone. Apparently it is, because no one is speaking yet. He sighs and runs his fingers through Ichigo's orange locks, enjoying the soft feeling of them on his skin.
"It's not that strange, everybody has someone they love," Grimmjow mutters bitterly. "I just happened to ignore that fact when we were younger… I thought Ichigo was straight in high school and by the time I learned differently we weren't talking anymore."
"He was fuckin' head over heels fer ya back then," Shiro remarks. "He just blamed ya fer 'makin' 'im gay'. He was such a bitch back then, he didn' even realize he was 'til it was too late. His pride and stubbornness wouldn' let 'im fall inta yer arms like he should a."
"… Ya knew Ichi liked Grimm an' didn' tell me?" Gin gasps in betrayal.
"I did so tell ya!" Shiro bites back. "Ya were always too busy tryin' ta get me hot fer ya, ya didn' fuckin' listen! I even told ya I wanted ta bring 'im 'long 'cause I wanted them ta finally get past all this fuckin' idiocy! Ya said 'uh huh, that's a good idea' an' proceeded ta grope my ass!"
"… Oh yeah," Gin smiles cheerily. "Never mind!"
Grimmjow rolls his eyes, watching as the silver haired man draws his hand closer to Shiro's dick. The snowy twin on his lap squirms before elbowing him in the chest, warning him away from foreplay in public… for now. Ichigo sighs and shifts in his sleep, the blue haired man smiling as he pets those vibrant locks some more.
"I just don't get you," Szayel comments. "You couldn't just come out and tell him you liked him back then? You two make everything so complicated! You were made for each other."
Everyone laughs at Szayel's exasperation, yet Grimmjow knows he's right. Things would've been so much easier if they could've swallowed their pride back then. Then again, Grimmjow isn't certain he could've stayed faithful to Ichigo during college. He's not too sure he can do it now. He's tried for so long to get Ichigo to be with him with no success, he honestly never imagined how life would be if he ever succeeded. So far, it's pretty damn good… but can he keep it this way or will he cheat on Ichigo?
There you have it. The next chapter will be brand new and no one will have read it... except me ;p Now everyone is caught up with what's going on! I'm going to get back to my nails and my outline =) I hope you all enjoyed the update, are eager for the next, and are happy there's no more duplicate chapters ;p I also have the next chapter for Asylum, Born, the first chapter of Zodiac, and the next chapter of this fic done =) Hurray for no life! XD
Ichi: Speaking of no life... where's Shiro?
Vae: Uh... I sent him to play with Gin.
Ichi: You know... sometimes I feel bad for Gin. Then I remember that damned infuriating smile and I'm glad he has to suffer Shiro! =)
Grimm: Damn, Ichi, that's a bit cold.
Ichi: You think it, too, don't pretend you don't. D=
Grimm: ... Let's go out for lunch, I'm starving.
Ichi: Told you so.