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The black haired girl sat awkwardly in her seat. There was a gloomy atmosphere around the dinner table and no one spoke. She finally stood and marched toward the stairs.
"Karin leave him alone, he asked that no one bother him." Yuzu pleaded with her sister.
"I don't care! He has to come down sometime! It's been three days and he hasn't eaten anything!" she called angrily as she quickly made her way up the stairs to her brother's room. "Ichigo! Ichigo open up!" she shouted as she pounded on his door.
"Go away." a muffled voice called on the other side.
"Just come down and eat with us and I'll be satisfied okay?" he didn't answer. "Ichigo." she growled in warning.
"I don't want to."
"If you don't at least eat something than you're gonna-"
"I said go away!" he yelled, startling the girl.
"Karin..." Yuzu whispered from the top of the stairs. "I think it would be best if we leave him alone for a while longer..." in her shock and confusion, Karin left with her twin. Ichigo lay in bed in his room, the same place he had been refusing to leave for the past three days. He cried whenever his mind forced him to remember what the man he loved had said to him the last time they met.
"I don't want you-in fact I hate you."
Fresh tears fell from his eyes from simply thinking of the words. How could he have said that while looking him in the eye? He couldn't the first time so maybe... no. How could the Espada ever love a worthless, desperate human like him? Grimmjow was a hollow and Ichigo was a soul reaper. They weren't meant to be together and he knew it though he couldn't help it. He was in love with the enemy and that was that. Though it was a one sided love, he didn't care. He would love Grimmjow until the other led him into taking his last breath. Ichigo wished that when he died and went to Soul Society, he would have memory of the blunet so he could continue to love him even after death.
"Where are you Grimmjow? Why haven't you come back to take my life?" the teen looked out the window as if trying to find the other. "I just can't get you-"
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"-out of my mind!" Grimmjow growled, tearing his eyes away from the window. He didn't even know why he looked outside anyway. He felt as if the sky had called to him and just had to look to see if there was anything out there.
"Grimmjow!" the kid's voice rang loudly in his head. "Please don't leave again-I want to go with you!" the panther held his head, tangling his fingers in his hair as if it would help. "I don't want to be here anymore!" he resorted to repeatedly bashing his head into the wall next to him, not caring about the blood that ran down his face as if it were a race to fall onto the sheets below first. "Even if you hate me..." he stopped and looked around his room, looking for the owner of the voice that sounded like it was right behind him. "I'll still love you." it felt as though the soft, slightly cracked voice was right beside his ear, whispering the sweet words. "I love you." he swatted viciously at the air around him, trying to rid himself of the haunting voice. "Please don't leave me again..." he threw the first thing his hand could grab toward the door where there the voice had wandered. "I love you..."
"Get out of my head! Just get out!" Grimmjow yelled, holding his head once more.
"I want to be with you."
"Just leave me the Hell alone!" he screamed and the room was completely silent other than his panting. Did he do it? Did he finally get rid of that torturing voice? He started to chuckle when the voice didn't return and after a minute without it, he started laughing which soon turned into hysterical, demonic laughter that continued to ring throughout his room and even the halls beyond his door.
"Mr. Six?" a small voice came from outside his room and he held his breath. "Mr. Grimmjow, sir?" why did it sound like that soul reaper's voice? "Are you okay?" he rushed over to the door and yanked it open just to make sure it wasn't Ichigo. He looked down to see a little arrancar. Upon seeing him, she pointed up to his head. "Are you okay?" she asked, referring to his bloody face. He slammed the door just as fast as he had opened it. He didn't know why but he was slightly disappointed seeing that it wasn't the orange haired teenager. He slid down his door, holding his head.
"What the Hell is wrong with me? Why the Hell does his voice keep haunting me? I have to kill him-I have to. It'll end this torment. I'll kill him heheheh... I'll kill him. Yeah..." he stood up and staggered over to his fridge where he kept all his sake. "I'll kill him... I'll kill him." he mumbled as he opened his first bottle.
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"So what do you think is wrong with him?"
"That's what I was about to ask you!" Rukia shouted in frustration. Kisuke held up both hands in surrender.
"Calm down, calm down. I was just suggesting that you know him better than any of us so you should be able to talk to him."
"I already tried. I barely touched him and he hit me..." she looked down concerned. "He was crying." Kisuke looked interested now.
"Was he now?" he asked, looking to his left as Ururu brought in some tea and left.
"I'm really worried about him... do you think there's anything we can do for him?" the blond man seemed to be thinking about it, his hat created a shadow that covered his eyes when he looked down.
"No. There's nothing we can do for a depressed human that rejects all form of help." he said as he slightly looked up, the shadow still cast. "The only thing we can do for him now is give him space until he decides he wants to open up about what made him in this state. It's only been three days Rukia, it'll take some more time than that." the girl sighed as she stood up and turned toward the exit.
"Thank you."
"Oh and one more thing." she turned back to see him. "Even if you do come into contact with him…" he turned his head slightly to see the small girl. “I advise you not to talk to him and if you have to, don't speak of his condition. Wait until he's ready." Rukia nodded and left. She tried to tell herself that there was nothing she could do but that only made her feel more useless. She made her way to the Kurosaki Residence, once there, she knocked on the door, and entered when allowed. Not too long ago, she decided it would be best if she lived with Renji at Kisuke's shop because the berry started acting oddly so she figured he just needed space. Looking back on that decision, it was a wise one considering the oranget's current condition. Rukia made conversation with the family but everyone knew why she was really there. She wanted to see Ichigo.
"He's still up in his room and he won't come down." Karin stated, folding her arms over her chest. Everyone averted their eyes to the floor at the thought of the depressed boy.
"May I... may I see him?" she asked as if he were a prized possession that only royalty got the pleasure of laying eyes on.
"You can try, he yelled at me last night for trying to get him to come down for dinner." Karin spoke when no one else would. The berry was a completely taboo subject now. Without another word, Rukia stood and headed up the stairs to Ichigo's room. She took a deep breath before knocking lightly as if coming on too strongly would anger him and he wouldn't allow her in like he had denied everyone else.
"Go. Away." the berry's voice rang from the other side of the door that separated them. The dark haired shinigami knew that Kisuke was right when he said that she shouldn't talk to him and to just give him space until he was ready but she was just too worried about him to just leave him. She wanted to help in any way possible though she wasn't really sure how she was going to do that when he didn't want help.
"Ichigo its Rukia. Will you please open the door." his voice didn't speak and there were no sounds indicating that he was moving. "Ichigo?" she asked, worried that she had said something wrong. Maybe asking him to open the door wasn't the right thing to say right off the bat. Suddenly she could hear the sound of sheets being moved, followed by footsteps that came closer to the door. Was he going to let her in? Was he ready to talk now? The lock on the door clicked and the footsteps left before the blankets were moved again. 'Of course not.' the girl thought before knocking once more on the now locked door.
"I said go away didn't I?" Ichigo called in warning. Rukia sighed before walking back downstairs. Kisuke was right... leaving him be was the best thing they could do for him right now.
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Stumbling, Grimmjow made it to his bed, mumbling curses at Ichigo. He finally got to that state of drunk where he couldn't think straight only problem was... he was still thinking about the orange haired teenager. He was severely drunk, thinking about another man that he was attract to though that much wasn't a surprise, who wouldn't be attracted to him, and he had just climbed into bed. Something that he would regret greatly when he sobered up was going to happen and it wouldn't take too long for the alcohol to burn out of his system so it was gonna happen fast.
"Stupid Kurosaki..." he mumbled as he tiredly pulled the blankets over himself. "Fuck your mom and your orange hair, fuck your miserable life and your ocean and that body you hide under those clothes. Fuck everything I want about you." just thinking about him, aroused the blunet. He didn't really know what he was doing but his hand wandered beneath his pants to stroke his hardened dick. As he managed to sit up, he gripped it tightly before starting to pump himself. "Ahh..." in his mind, he saw Ichigo in his usual shinigami uniform but when he turned around to see that his love was there, he began to strip. He had a very seductive look in his eyes and oh that face. The look on his flawless face could be enough to throw him over but with him being so drunk, that wouldn't take too long anyway. He sped up his pace as the boy's chest was revealed and he crawled on the floor as if beckoning the blunet to him. He tried to move but didn't get any closer to him as if he didn't exist in that world. The boy moaned as he brought himself his knees and ran his hands all over his own body. "Nnn.. Kur... Kurosaki..." the berry lowered his hands to the waistline of his pants before slowly starting to pull them down. He was such a tease. The image slightly faded as he gained a little more sense but it felt too good to stop now. Ichigo's pants ended up not coming off like he had hoped they would but the boy was suddenly drenched as if he had just gotten out of a pool of water. His pants clung nicely to his body, allowing Grimmjow to see his curves as he moved. The sixth Espada couldn't exactly tell what the kid in his imagination was doing anymore but he clung onto the image as long as he could but it still clouded over in white. "Ahhh Kurosaki!" he exclaimed as he came. He lied back, resting against the wall behind him as he panted. He remained like that until the rest of the sake left his system. He covered his face with both hands when he realized just what he had done. He would never do this again that was for sure. The sake was supposed to help him forget but instead it only supported the thoughts he had about the other. "What the Hell are you doing Grimmjow?" he growled at himself.
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Grimmjow was still locked in his room not that anyone bothered him. The last arrancar that went to his door, got blasted with a cero that killed him. The fourth Espada went to Aizen's quarters, seeking permission for a brief visit to the World of the Living which was approved without question. Aizen trusted Ulquiorra more than any of the other Espada because of his complete honesty and loyalty. So once there, he masked his reiatsu as much as possible before starting toward his destination though stopped. The person he was looking for wasn't in his home. Then where was he?
"Found you." he said under his breath as he turned around.
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"Stupid Grimmjow…" Ichigo growled, kicking the dirt. The berry had woken up from yet another nightmare about Grimmjow and had started to feel claustrophobic from being locked in his room for the past four days so he snuck out without anyone knowing and if they did know, they didn't stop him. He had run the entire way across town just to get to the woods he stood in now. "With your cold eyes and your amazing body that I'd really love to get my hands on." he continued to walk farther into the woods with his hands in his pockets. It was starting to get a bit chilly but he didn't want to go home. He would stay here until he felt like leaving.
'Think ya gotta work on it some more King ya don't sound too convincing.' his inner hollow mocked but Ichigo was in no mood to fight with him.
"Yeah well see what I care." the voice in his head went silent and he sighed, sitting on a tree stump.
"Who are you talking to?" an emotionless voice asked, startling the other. He looked over to see Ulquiorra. He knew that he should be on very high alert and start fighting for his life and all but since he no longer cared about living, he didn't move. He wanted Grimmjow to be the one to kill him but he was taking too long so now he didn't care who did it as long as someone did. But if he had to wait much longer, he'd do it himself.
"You know you really shouldn't scare people like that." Ichigo mumbled as he turned around in his seat to face the other.
"Why are you not attacking me?" the pale arrancar asked and Ichigo just sighed, covering one side of his face with his hand. The same question could be asked of him.
"Cause I just don't care anymore. If you're gonna kill me, then go ahead and kill me. Oh and the next time you see Grimmjow, tell him he took too long so I let someone else do his job." they were silent for too long so Ichigo looked around, waiting for the other to speak but knew he wouldn't. "So… how was your day?" he heard his inner hollow laughing at him in the back of his mind but he ignored him.
"What is love?"
"Huh?" Ichigo exclaimed in shock. He didn't know the man but he knew him enough to know that he didn't have emotions so why was he suddenly interested? Or had he been interested and had just not shown it? Either way why was he asking him? "Uh… well… love is... um..."
"You reacted the same as Grimmjow."
"I did?" the teen exclaimed, trying to hide his blush.
"What is love?" he asked again after jumping up to sit on a fallen tree.
"Uh well… um… love is…" he looked around as if to find a good definition laying somewhere on the forest floor. He thought of Grimmjow, a smile played on his lips. He thought of when he looked the other in the eye and didn't see anger: his head clouded over with hope. He thought of when he held him: his arms felt cold. He thought of when he learned that he hadn't killed him: his heart jumped before racing. "Love…" he looked up at the other with a soft smile. "Love is joy. Love is passion and strength."
"Strength?" Ulquiorra asked doubtfully but got ignored.
"When you love someone… you can't get them out of your thoughts, even if you try to get rid of them, they're always there like a warm, inviting blanket that you can never lose. Even when you're so depressed, you can't see straight through all your tears… just seeing them…" he took a deep breath as he closed his eyes and tilted his head up. The Espada looked up as well but found nothing. "Just by laying eyes on him..." he opened his eyes and smiled at something that only he could see. "I became the happiest person alive. No matter what he does to me… nothing can change how I feel about him and when he speaks… ohh…" he closed his eyes again as he lowered his head. "Nothing else seems to matter but that voice that I could never forget." Ulquiorra watched quietly, slightly confused at what he was doing and what he always seemed to be looking at but remained silent and listened. "When I'm doing something that doesn't involve him, I just lose all interest. I feel empty when he's not with me then when he comes back…" he smiled though didn't look up from the floor. "I'm complete again. I want to make him happy even if I have to let him take my life. It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks about him…" he finally looked up to reveal his eyes that held water in them. "He'll always be perfect to me. And when I look in his eyes…" there was a long pause as he stared off into space, a single tear making its way down his cheek. "I don't ever want to look away… I just want to stare into those endless eyes forever. If our eyes stay connected long enough, I swear I can see into him. There's sweetness in him… I know there is." finally he looked at Ulquiorra as if just remembering that he was even there. "B-but that's just me." he said, hurrying to rid his eyes of water. He didn't want to seem weak. "If you ask someone else, they'll say something different." he chuckled, rubbing the back of his head.
"Why do you love him even though he's rejected you?" Ulquiorra finally asked.
"Why?" Ichigo thought about it before chuckling, his sweet smile returning to his face. "As I've said before, even if he hates me, I'll always love him because no matter what happens, I can never hate him." Ulquiorra looked down as if thinking.
"I see. So that is love…" the arrancar said though it sounded more like a question. The white raven looked down at the berry before vanishing. That was that. No more. He sighed as he walked over to the fallen tree Ulquiorra was just on and jumped up onto it. He lied down and looked up at the darkening sky.
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As the panther woke from passing out earlier, he sat up to see Ulquiorra sitting in a chair, staring at him.
"Whoa what the fuck are you doing in here? Get the Hell out!" Grimmjow yelled at the other who just stood up and stepped closer to him.
'If that is love and Ichigo loves Grimmjow... then he's not the only one.' Ulquiorra thought as he reached the others bed and sat at the foot of it. "Grimmjow I simply want to talk."
"I said ‘get out’ didn't I?" the blunet yelled again as he pulled his pants above his hips and stood up, pushing the pale man towards the door. "Out, out, out, go on, get out."
"Grimmjow I just have to-"
"Out!" the other exclaimed before slamming the door in his face. Ulquiorra sighed but walked away, guessing it would have to wait. Grimmjow rested against his door before running a hand through his hair but quickly pulled it away to look at it. Sticky. Oh yeah, he had played with himself. He turned around to bash his head into the door when he remembered who was in his thoughts while he did it. He felt as though bashing his head into things would become a thing he did often. Sighing, he went into his bathroom to wash his hands and wet his hair, he really didn't fell like taking a shower right now. He glared at himself through the mirror and felt like shattering it with his head to rid his mind of this new thought but he knew that he would have to obey it and follow through with it whether he wanted to or not though he couldn't exactly say that he didn't want to cause in all honesty... he did.
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As the sixth Espada arrived in the woods where the oranget's reiatsu was strongest, he found the boy asleep on a fallen tree. He looked rather uncomfortable but that really didn't matter at the moment or at all. As he walked over to the sleeping boy, he slid his jacket off of his shoulders and put it down above the sleeping berry's head. He jumped up onto the tree as well to sit over the boy but made sure to apply as little pressure on him as possible, he didn't want to wake him up. He was lying on his side until Grimmjow carefully rolled him onto his back. He unzipped Ichigo's jacket and pushed each side to his shoulders before unsheathing Pantera and oh so very carefully, cut his shirt open. He knew that the kid would wake up eventually but he wanted to get as far as he could without that happening. He did the same thing to his shirt as he did his jacket now that it was open. He sighed at the sight of the boy's body before carefully running his hands up and down it. Ichigo groaned in his sleep and tried to roll back onto his side but Grimmjow held his shoulders down only to release them when he settled back down. What a surprise he would wake up to. Grimmjow chuckled to himself at the thought but went silent as the teen's head moved back and forth and his eyes shut tightly as he made little noises.
'Great... he's having a nightmare...' he quickly kissed his neck, a sweet spot that almost everyone had. Thankfully the boy was one of them who did and his breath evened out as he settled, lying still again. Grimmjow sighed in relief, he didn't want to deal with the kid waking up just yet. He wasn't ready for that, he didn't know what he would do. He didn't pull away from the child's skin as he inhaled his glorious scent, locking it away in his scenes. Never before had he wanted something-someone so badly. His imagination had run a bit too wild and now he really wanted to see those seductive eyes beckoning him to that body of his. He hissed when he got so aroused by the very thought. It always took some work to get him like this so why the Hell was it so god damn easy for Ichigo without even doing anything but be in his head. He couldn't take it any longer. He ran his hands down his sides one more time to hook his fingers under the seam of the oranget's pants to pull them down just a little before attacking his neck, waking the poor boy with a painful start.
"Ow! What the f-" he froze when he saw the blue haired man pull away from his neck to look down at him with a glare that tried to hide the lust within those deep blue eyes. "G-Grimmjow! Wh-wha... w-what are you doing here?" he asked the shirtless man, his face completely red, leaving no trace of the tan skin beneath the blush. He was really dreaming this time. Grimmjow on top of him shirtless and with his own shirt cut open? There was no way in Hell that would ever happen! The blunet grabbed his throat tightly and slammed his head down causing the other to grunt in pain. It hurt worse because he wasn't in soul form. Pain. Of course he was here but what was he doing?
"Shut up Kurosaki! Just lay still and let me work!" Grimmjow yelled at him and Ichigo just looked at him in horror but his eyes calmed and his arms released the others wrists which he had grabbed when his throat was. He relaxed all of his muscles and lay perfectly still. Grimmjow raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"If you're gonna kill me than hurry up and kill me. I've been waiting for four days so just do it."
"Kill you... I'm not-" he shook his head and went for his neck again. He bit and sucked on the flesh beneath his teeth but heard nothing from the boy beneath him. It wasn't right. He pulled away to glare down at him when he realized that he was holding his breath but let it out while the other pulled away.
"What?" Ichigo asked after a minute.
"What are you doing?" the blunet growled.
"Lying still like you told me to." he answered simply.
"Well don't."
"But you-"
"Don't just lay there like a log, it's boring!" Grimmjow yelled.
"Then tell me what the Hell you want me to do!" Ichigo screamed back at him, holding himself up on his elbows, returning his glare. The arrancar growled, grabbing what was left of his shirt to bring him closer.
"I want you to be a good boy and lie still while I fuck you." he growled angrily, staring into wide, pleading eyes. "Simple enough for you?" Ichigo nodded his head quickly. Was this really happening? He knew for sure that he wasn't dreaming but Grimmjow hates him so why was he suddenly so anxious to get inside him? Ichigo struggled to get his arms out of the sleeves of his jacket and ruined shirt which Grimmjow allowed him to do before forcing him back down. Ichigo's breath quickened as Grimmjow worked with his pants, easily pulling them off along with his boxers. He blushed harder when Grimmjow looked over his hardened dick and gasped when he grabbed it. Chills ran down his spine and all over his naked body. Grimmjow pulled his hand away and was about to pull off his own pants but was stopped by the others voice.
"Grimmjow wait, wait, wait... just wait a second..." he was scared... so nervous to be doing this with him. Happy that it was him but still scared.
"What is it?" the blunet growled in annoyance.
"It's cold..." he half lied. It was cold for him to be lying naked in the forest during the night but the heat that his body gave off and the heat he got from the body above him was enough to keep him warm. Grimmjow could feel the heat coming off of him so there was no way he could be cold so he just shook it off before going for his pants again.
"Grimmjow wait-"
"Oh my god! What it is?" he yelled.
"Uh... I'm.. I'm a..."
"What? You're a what?" he asked when the other didn't continue.
"Virgin." he finally spit out and Grimmjow sighed deeply, rubbing the bridge of his nose. It was a wonder to him how he could remain a virgin for so long with the body that he's got. But he really didn't want to deal with preparing him or anything so he wasn't going to. He was here for himself not for the comfort of Ichigo. He ignored the teen and pulled off his pants before positioning himself between the others legs, his dick at his entrance.
"Hey Kurosaki." Ichigo looked at him, confused and slightly fearful. Before he could react or say anything, Grimmjow thrust into him until he was fully sheathed inside of him. Ichigo threw his head back and screamed as tears flowed from his eyes. Grimmjow just smirked at the pathetic sight, this was the most pain he had caused him and he was enjoying it in more ways than one. Being inside his desire... oh the feel was like fire. So hot... so tight... and such a wonderful sound the boy gave off. Something in the back of his head told him to stop but he ignored it. With Ichigo starting to try to control his screams, Grimmjow moved, instantly taking up a harsh pace for what he had just done to the berry.
"G-Grimmjow! S-stop it! Please stop!" Ichigo screamed but of course he didn't listen. "Grimmjow!" he screamed louder. "Stop! Please! It hurts!" the thing in the back of his mind yelled at him but he just started, why would he stop? The feeling was amazing! Better than anyone else he had ever taken but his screams were starting to get a little irritating. Ichigo grabbed the blunet's shoulders and curled himself into the man above him, crying into his neck. "Grimmjow ple-please stop! You c-can't believe how badly this h-hurts!" once again his pleas were ignored. Grimmjow pounded into him again and again before hitting his prostrate, making the other scream even louder. It hurt. Everyone that talked about how great sex was talked about a fire that was sent through them, lighting their insides with pleasure. Well if this fire... this terrible, burning pain... was sex... he didn't want it. Ever. Grimmjow continued as he bit into the teen's shoulder. That was it, the way to get him to stop. Ichigo held his breath and bit Grimmjow's neck as hard as he could. He didn't exactly know what had happened but he was pinned down to the tree by the throat, he tasted blood, and when he opened his eyes, Grimmjow's neck was bleeding and he could tell that he was really pissed off.
"You ever try that again and I'll kill you." he growled in warning before letting go of this throat, allowing the other to breathe.
"Then... then you should've listened to me... and stopped!" Ichigo yelled at him. He was still in a lot of pain but since Grimmjow had stopped moving, the pain wasn't increasing.
"Look kid, I'm not here for you okay? I'm here for me."
"That doesn't mean that you have to do this to me!" the berry yelled and they both went silent. "I'm sorry I bit you, I just needed to get your attention." Grimmjow said nothing. "Just... will you please just give me a good first time so I don't remember it as abusive and painful?" still saying nothing, the blunet sighed, running a hand through his hair. Why was that annoying thing in the back of his head agreeing with this pest? He didn't know why he was listening to them but he was.
"Fine but I'm only doing it because all your screaming is starting to piss me off, I won't go so easy on you next time." he said as held out three fingers for the teen.
'Next time?' Ichigo thought but shook it off when he saw the three fingers held out for him. What was he supposed to do with them? He hated being so inexperienced. Grimmjow rolled his eyes and pressed them to his lips, he caught the hint and allowed them into his mouth. He sucked on them hungrily, slipping his tongue between them to make sure that every part of the three digits were soaked. Grimmjow watched the boy's face as he passionately sucked on his fingers. He had to keep himself from forcing the boy up to suck on his dick instead but that urge washed away when he looked down at the bloody mess he had made of the boy's ass. Against all logic, he felt kinda bad. He grabbed his jacket that lay above the boy's head before cleaning as much of it as he could. When he started on Ichigo's body, his muscles tensed, and Ichigo looked down at him with begging eyes that asked him not to start again. The panther rubbed the inside of his thigh to calm him down before cleaning him off. He tried to go against his mind but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't force himself to do that to the boy again. Not again. Maybe his cries for him to stop weren't annoying to him... maybe they hurt him and he just shrugged it off as irritating to hide from facing it. As he took his fingers back, something in his chest throbbed at the sight of those lustful brown eyes. There were so much better in real than in his head.
"Are you ready?" he asked cautiously.
"I think so..." Ichigo nodded so Grimmjow slowly slid the first finger into him and the oranget gasped, holding his breath, trying not to make a sound. He didn't want to show Grimmjow that he was in pain now that he was being kind to him. As the finger that intruded his body went deeper in, he arched his back to try to help his discomfort ease. Grimmjow sighed, glaring at his fingers. He wanted back in but it was his own fault that he was locked out for now. Still in between Ichigo's legs, he moved over him to rest against him, lazily running his tongue over the few drops of his blood that had dripped down onto his skin. The taste of his own blood wasn't his favorite but he tolerated it. He was getting bored.
"Are you ready for the second?" Ichigo nodded, feeling as though he was but as the second finger was inserted into him, he regretted saying yes. But once most of the pain subsided and he allowed Grimmjow the third finger, it didn't hurt as badly. So maybe that meant that he was ready?
"I... I think I'm r-ready..." Ichigo stated calmly though his voice still shook. Grimmjow lifted his head up to see the oranget, excitement filling his eyes. Could he finally get back in? Ichigo’s eyes caught his and he stopped to stare into them. Slowly, Ichigo moved his head closer to the Espada's. Grimmjow's eyes slowly closed as he too, leaned in but when he felt the others breath on his lips, he yanked himself away. "What's wrong?" Ichigo asked worriedly.
"Nothing." he said sadly before sitting up to position himself again. Not that. He'd do everything but that.
"Grimmjow?" Ichigo asked as he painfully sat up but said man gently pushed him back down.
"I said it was nothing." though Ichigo didn't believe that one bit, he left it at that. Slowly he pushed into the still tight entrance and the boy moaned though Grimmjow wasn't sure if it was in pain or pleasure. He continued to press in slowly until he was fully inside the boy and waited, giving him some time to adjust. While he waited, he lifted the boys legs above his waist for better access when he was allowed to move and placed his hands on either side of the others head before staring down at him, watching his head turn back and forth as if not knowing where to rest, listened to his breathing and to his racing heartbeat.
"G-Grimmjow..." said man snapped out of his daze to meet chocolate eyes as they opened. "P-please..." he swallowed hard before continuing to speak. "Move." the panther smirked, never happier to obey another person. He had to keep reminding himself that he couldn't be brutal, he had to be kind and go slow so the kid wouldn't start screaming again. And right now that would be a very bad thing, they were running out of time. The teen moaned loudly, this time, clearly out of pleasure. "Ahh... f-faster!" the teen exclaimed, arching his back further. The arrancar picked up the pace, causing the others breath to quicken, matching the time of each thrust. "Nnnh..." he bit his lip as if trying to ignore pain but since it didn't seem too bad, Grimmjow continued with his current pace. "Oh god... go faster!" again, the blunet gained speed. Every time he said that word, Grimmjow obeyed, wanting to get as much out of this as he could without hurting the boy again. One of Grimmjow's hands snaked down the body he admitted to loving to the boy's thigh, lifting it higher so he could get in deeper. "Ahhh... ah... Grimm..." at the mention of the nickname, Grimmjow froze for a split second. He hated it when Nnoitra or anyone else called him that and would usually hurt them whenever they did. So why was he okay with Ichigo calling him that? He looked down at the writhing teen below him and his chest throbbed again. The boy stared at him with those seducing eyes that he just loved. "More." Grimmjow tore his eyes away from the others and gave him what he wanted.
"Mmm..." the older male moaned, trying to keep himself quiet. He wanted to hear Ichigo not himself and as if knowing this, Ichigo no longer held anything back though Grimmjow could swear he heard pain mixed in with those sweet sounds. Having the boy move with him was a lot better than both of them moving against each other.
'This feeling... it's so amazing... so good... this fire doesn't burn, it's not painful, it's inviting.' "D-don't stop!"
"I'm not going to you moron." he heard his lover's voice and smiled. Feeling the man he loved inside him... the feeling was unbelievable. It made him forget the pain all over his body, the worst of it coming from his ass and his back. The tree he was on was doing a Hell of a job at tearing up the flesh on his back. But the feeling that his love gave him made it seem like much less. He loved Grimmjow and loved what he could give him. He loved it, he wanted more of it, he never wanted it to end though he felt himself coming close. He tried to hold his release back to keep Grimmjow in him longer but that wasn't going to last. His finish was going to come sooner than he wanted it to but that wasn't saying much since he didn't ever want to stop. If only Grimmjow knew how much he wanted to be with him every day and be able to do this whenever they felt like it. They wouldn't have to stop for anything. They could go at it for as long as they wanted to. But of course being in his body restricted all of that.
"Grimm I'm-"
"Almost there, I know, I can feel it." the blunet answered him before he got it out. He let out a deep breath, he was glad that the boy was able to last this long on his first time, he really needed this... he really needed him, his enemy, the person he hated, the person he wanted to kill... the person he lusted for... the only one he wanted.
"Grimmjow!" Ichigo yelled as he came hard from holding it but Grimmjow wasn't done yet so he continued to thrust into the boy. He knew that he could go a lot longer but the kid wasn't in soul form so he couldn't be at his fullest. He would have to stop soon and finish once he got home in order to not hurt the boy any more than he already had. The kid was in enough pain as it was, no need to hurt him more. Grimmjow growled at himself, he really wanted to continue but forced himself to pull out, panting. Taking up some of the berry's cum that was on his stomach with his fingers, he held them out for Ichigo. He wanted to see if the boy swallows or spits. Taking the digits into his mouth, Ichigo sucked all of the creamy fluid off of them before struggling to swallow it. It was something he knew he'd have to get used to. The taste wasn't bad, bitter, but not bad. Grimmjow smirked, knowing he'd have fun with the kid. Said berry groaned in objection when the panther got off of him to start dressing himself. But he lay still, watching, afraid to move and have all the pain hit him. "Grimmjow?" he called but said man was more interested in getting ready to leave. The Espada picked up his jacket which he had thrown when done with it. Looking over it, he regretted using it to clean up his mess. "Grimm?" Ichigo called again and the other stopped what he was doing to look at him.
"Yeah?"
"I love you." again Grimmjow tore his eyes from the others. He didn't want to hear that... not right now. He let out a deep sigh as he ran a hand through his hair before walking back over to him, turning his head, and biting into his neck. Ichigo groaned in pain when he bit too hard and was glad when he pulled away.
"You're marked as mine." he whispered, getting closer to the others face. Again Ichigo tried to kiss him but Grimmjow was faster and turned away before opening a garganta. "See ya next time kid." he called as he walked into the black and all the poor berry could do was watch as it closed.
"Next time."
The glorious words rung in the oranget's mind beautifully. He couldn't wait.
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Once Grimmjow got back home, he crossed paths with Ulquiorra who was waiting at his door. The fourth looked at the bloody cloth he held in his hand and took note that he wasn't wearing his jacket and that something was smeared across his stomach.
"What are you doing waiting for me at my door stalker? Don't you have something better to be doing other than bothering me?" he asked as the other moved to allow him entrance into his own room.
"Why do I sense Ichigo Kurosaki's reiatsu on you? Is he here?" Grimmjow chuckled, opening his door without looking back at the pale Espada.
"Ya know, ya actually just missed him. He brought the circus with him and everything, it was great. It's a real shame that ya missed the party." he snickered as he stepped into his room and shut it the door behind him, leaving the other outside without another word.