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Sex and Football	By : crunchysalad Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 60465 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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A/N: Sorry for the lack of updates recently! Got sidetracked by the Six Nations tournament and other things in life. This chapter is short, but the next one will be longer to make up for it.
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Chapter 10

If Ichigo was more fond of socializing, he might have better appreciated the fact that it constituted most of his job as an agent. After all, if you weren't courting a potential client you were romancing potential employers and sponsors for said clients. Ichigo probably should have thought more about that when he was choosing a career path. But, as it was, he just felt awkward at Urahara's latest meet-and-greet, a monthly luncheon the firm hosted to keep up business contacts. Urahara invited, basically, everyone who was anyone who had ever had any dealings with their firm.
So here Ichigo was, at a ballroom in the Four Seasons, sitting at a table in the corner and munching on food as he watched everyone else network. He didn't know most of the people there, though he supposed he should go out and ingratiate himself into some of the conversations. He saw Inoue doing just that, fluttering from group to group as usual. But no matter how much Ichigo realized he should be doing the same, it just felt so fake and contrived for him to do so. As a result, he spent most of the time at these luncheons either talking with people he knew or just watching the crowd.
Right now, he was doing the latter while contemplating the former. He saw Ukitake at one point, which reminded him that today was a "day off" for the players. "Day off" meaning that they were all probably training individually. He saw a few sportscasters he recognized from television but hadn't actually met yet. And he saw Aizen, headed straight towards him.
Crap. Ichigo flushed and looked away, remembering how Aizen had caught him and Grimmjow in his office the last time they had seen each other. Even if Aizen had acted as though it was business as normal afterwards, it was still a rather embarrassing situation. At least it was for Ichigo. Aizen, on the other hand, had no qualms about coming up to Ichigo's table and sitting down right next to him.
"Ichigo," the man all but purred. "So nice to see you again. How are you today?"
Ichigo flushed some more as he glanced at Aizen out of the corner of his eyes. The man looked as handsome as ever, dressed as usual in one of his impeccably crisp suits.
"Fine," Ichigo said, before looking away. "And you?"
"Couldn't be better. And how's Grimmjow?"
Ichigo's head whipped around to face Aizen fully. He was searching for hints as to whether Aizen was teasing him, but Aizen's expression and demeanor looked the same as ever. An innocent question, then.
"He's fine," Ichigo replied. "It seems like his career's really taking off."
"Yes, I've noticed. I'm glad that our client was able to shoot with him before his price went up."
"Were they happy with the ad campaign?" Ichigo asked. He really should follow up on things, and at least talking about it took his mind off of other. . . embarrassments.
"Immensely so," Aizen replied.
An associate was calling Aizen's name, and Aizen turned and held up a placating finger. I'll be over in a minute, the gesture said. But then he looked back at Ichigo, staring at him for a rather long moment. Analyzing, like a chess player about to make his move. Ichigo shifted, uncomfortable, before Aizen broke the moment.
"I look forward to seeing Grimmjow's career grow," Aizen finally said. "Until next time, Ichigo."
"Sure. Next time."
Ichigo watched as Aizen got up and left. He wondered what that odd moment had been about, but figured it didn't really matter. He got up and half-heartedly introduced himself to a few people before, at last, turning to go back to the office. He spent a few hours there before going home, done for the day.
When Ichigo got home, he wasn't surprised to hear his shower running. The bathroom door was open, and although he couldn't see anything, he could feel the humidity and heat from the shower wafting out as he walked into his small apartment. Grimmjow had no doubt just come home from whatever athletic endeavor he had been participating in today and was getting cleaned up.
Ichigo stopped once he got to the kitchen, partly to put his messenger's bag on the counter top and partly to get a snack to eat. He opened the refrigerator, surprised to see that the shelves had been adjusted to fit a rather large basket. It was filled to brimming with fruits, both chocolate-covered and plain, strawberries and bananas and skewered grapes arranged in an edible bouquet. There was a small card attached to it, and he plucked it off to read.
To Grimmjow, from your new friends at Coca-cola.
How sweet of them. And how fortunate for Ichigo, what with his fondness for chocolate and Grimmjow's general distaste of it. He pulled a chocolate-covered strawberry from its position and pushed the tip of it into his mouth. It was almost heaven as he swirled his tongue around it, as the rich chocolate melted on his tongue and against his lips.
"I'm disappointed that you didn't pick a banana to do that too."
Ichigo bit down on the strawberry as he looked up at the bathroom door. Grimmjow was standing there with his towel in his hand, nude but mostly dry, cock half-hard between his legs. He dropped the towel and started to make his way towards Ichigo. Ichigo, for his part, finished the strawberry and tossed its leafy top into the nearby trash can just as Grimmjow had made his way to him. Two arms came around either side of him, and Ichigo found himself effectively trapped. Which was a position, to tell the truth, he didn't really mind being in at the moment.
"You've got some chocolate on your mouth," Grimmjow said, lips curled and voice husky.
"Yeah?" Ichigo asked.
"Yeah," Grimmjow replied, leaning in. "Let me help you with that."
Grimmjow closed the few inches between them quickly, and Ichigo soon felt a tongue tracing across his lips, gathering any trace of chocolate before pushing into his mouth. Their tongues sparred. First in Ichigo's mouth, then in Grimmjow's, and all the while Grimmjow was pressing up against him, rubbing that magnificent cock against the crotch of his pants. When Grimmjow broke away a large smirk was on his face.
"They sent a jar of chocolate syrup with the basket," Grimmjow said. "Since you're being such a good boy today, I'll let you lick it off my dick."
"Asshole," Ichigo muttered, even as he sunk down onto his knees.
Ichigo unzipped his pants and pulled out his aching erection, then stroked it as he watched Grimmjow move around the kitchen. Grimmjow's big cock would bob up and down in front of him, dripping pre-cum every now and then onto the tiled floor. It didn't take long before Grimmjow had the jar of chocolate sauce in hand and that heavy cock was bobbing its way back towards Ichigo's face. Ichigo licked his lips as Grimmjow dripped a stream of milk chocolate up and down his shaft, as the creamy goo spread over its veined surface.
"Go ahead," Grimmjow said with his usual smirk. "Bon appetit."
Ichigo grabbed the base of Grimmjow's shaft with one hand to hold it in place, all the while using his other hand to keep jerking himself off. He darted his tongue out and used it to lick up and down Grimmjow's cock, lapping up every trace of chocolate Grimmjow had dripped onto it. It really did taste good, rich and creamy, mingling with Grimmjow's own taste. Every time Ichigo would lick it all off Grimmjow would drip more on, until Ichigo figured enough was enough and just sucked as much of Grimmjow's cock into his mouth as he could.
Grimmjow chuckled. "How's that taste? Dick and chocolate. Your two favorite things, yeah? Bet you're in heaven, having that thing crammed down your throat."
Ichigo started to pull off Grimmjow's cock in order to tell the other man to shut up, but two hands tangled in his hair and slammed him even further down onto it. His nose hit pelvic bone as he gagged for a moment. Ichigo consciously forced his throat to relax around Grimmjow's monster, then stayed still as Grimmjow started to fuck his mouth. He could feel it ramming itself down his throat, thick and pulsing. But he was used to doing this, so it didn't feel. . . well, terribly uncomfortable. He placed a hand around Grimmjow's thigh to hold himself steady as Grimmjow pounded his mouth like it was an asshole.
Ichigo's throat was just beginning to feel sore when Grimmjow grunted and started to pull out. Cum oozed down his throat, shot onto his tongue, onto his lips, and, finally, onto his face as the last of Grimmjow's load exploded out of his cock. Ichigo swallowed the stuff in his mouth before using his tongue to sweep up any that had landed around his lips, then he swallowed that as well.
"Get up and bend over the counter," Grimmjow said, even as his cock started to go limp.
Ichigo did what Grimmjow asked, pulling his pants off along the way. As he bent over he felt a hand push against his lower back and a hand knead at an ass cheek. Then the hand on his back disappeared and he felt something cold and slimy spill in between the crevice of his ass. He couldn't help but let out a gasp as the cool liquid dribbled over his hole and down over his balls, but then Grimmjow's tongue was there, licking up all that chocolate. It started at his balls, licking and sucking and sometimes nibbling at them in that oh-so-pleasant way. Then it made its way upwards, dragging along his taint to lap up the trail of chocolate there. And then it was at his hole, and Ichigo couldn't help but squirm as the hot wetness of Grimmjow's tongue swept away the coolness of the chocolate. That tongue swept over his hole again and again, up and down and then in circles, never pushing inward, until Ichigo swore he was going to go insane.
"Hurry up and fuck me already," he finally spit out, flushing red as he did so.
For Ichigo's articulation Grimmjow pushed his tongue inside his hole, wriggled it slightly, then pulled his mouth off entirely.
"You really are in a good mood today, aren't you?" Grimmjow asked. A thumb came to rub back and forth over Ichigo's hole, never putting enough pressure to actually enter. "Unfortunately for you, my dick needs a little more time to get hard again."
Ichigo looked backwards with a frown, the words 'you've got to be kidding me' hanging from his lips. Then he realized that at some point Grimmjow had gotten the refrigerator door open and was staring at the fruit basket inside.
"Oh, fuck no," Ichigo said. "You're not shoving a peeled banana up my ass."
"I'm not an idiot," Grimmjow shot back, tone mildly offended.
Ichigo's answer was an incredulous glare.
"Look, relax, yeah? I'm thinking here."
Ichigo frowned and turned to face forward again, letting Grimmjow 'think.' It really wouldn't take Grimmjow all that long to be ready again, and besides, that teasing thumb felt pretty nice. When it finally left his skin Ichigo couldn't help but make a small mewl of disappointment, but the thumb was quickly replaced with something. . . something cold, small and round?
"What the hell?" Ichigo asked, head spinning around just as whatever it was disappeared inside his ass. But he couldn't help but gasp at the feeling, as his hole closed up around the foreign object.
Behind him, Grimmjow was holding a handful of grapes, and was in the process of pressing a second one against Ichigo's asshole.
"Grimmjow," Ichigo warned, rather non-convincingly. As the second grape pressed into him he couldn't help but admit that it felt good. It was different than having something like a finger or a cock up there. He could feel them shifting, rubbing against each other and rubbing against him, and could feel them all the more as Grimmjow pushed in a third. . . than a fourth. . .
"You're really something," Grimmjow said. "Your ass is just swallowing these things up."
Ichigo shifted, minutely, and the small movement caused an entirely unproportional sensation inside of him. He could feel the grapes, like large beads, shift and roll, even as more were added.
"Fuck," Ichigo murmured, squeezing his ass around the foreign objects inside of him. He had lost count of how many Grimmjow had added, but he was started to feel impossibly full. "How many are you putting in there?"
"As many as your greedy hole wants."
The answer was, Ichigo noted, three more. At which point Grimmjow was pulling him back off the counter, then helping him up so that he was sitting over the sink with his legs bent and spread. He looked down to see his lower abdomen just slightly distended from the fruits inside him, his cock jutting out hard and dripping.
"Push them out," Grimmjow said. "Let me see you push them out."
Ichigo flushed but did what Grimmjow wanted. It was an odd sensation, pushing out that first, perfectly circular grape. He could feel the others shifting inside him, could feel the outermost one breach his hole, and then felt it leave his body with a plop. It landed with a short, clear noise in the sink, before spiraling down the drain. Grimmjow's eyes on the spectacle just made it even more embarrassing, filled as they were more with curiosity and amusement than anything else. Ichigo pushed the others out as well, one after another, more and more quickly, happy to be rid of them. And through it all he was ashamed to admit that his erection hadn't gone down at all.
"Is that all?" Grimmjow asked, once the grapes stopped coming and no more seemed forthcoming.
Ichigo could only nod. After which point Grimmjow didn't waste any more time.
Grimmjow wrapped his hands around Ichigo's waist and jerked the other man to the edge of the countertop, where his hard cock was waiting. Ichigo squirmed a little bit, finding it a little difficult to balance in this position, though the feeling of Grimmjow's cock as the head of it rubbed back and forth inside his ass crack made the experience a little more pleasant. Every now and then it rubbed against his hole, and Ichigo was on the verge of yelling for Grimmjow to fuck him already. Luckily he didn't have to, as Grimmjow grabbed his cock with one hand and started to push it inside of him.
Fuck. As Ichigo arched backwards and thrust forward, a gasp on his lips as he was mounted, he nearly fell backwards into the sink. Somehow, though, Grimmjow's arms and his arms and their bodies were tangling up in such a way that they were almost stable. Grimmjow's lips, Grimmjow's teeth, attached themselves to his neck, and Ichigo could only moan as that wonderfully thick cock slid all the way inside of him. No waiting time, after that, Grimmjow was rutting into him with all the force of an animal in heat. No graceful movements, no sense of rhythm, just raw fucking.
Ichigo bit his lip as that thick cock slammed into him again and again and again. Grimmjow was muttering things to him, the usual things, he wasn't paying too much attention to it. Things like 'so fucking tight' and 'fuck yeah' and whatever else got Grimmjow off. Ichigo wasn't sure how long they fucked for, but after awhile Grimmjow grunted and shoved his cock in extra deep, and Ichigo could feel spurts of liquid heat shoot against his innermost walls. And Grimmjow kept fucking him, a thrust for every spurt of cum and even after that, until his cock was too soft to keep fucking anymore.
With a jerk Grimmjow pulled out and sunk down onto his knees. Ichigo nearly lost his balance once again, but caught himself just in time to look down and watch as his hard cock disappeared inside of Grimmjow's mouth. Ichigo gasped and thrust forward. He was already on the verge of coming, so the feeling of that wet heat wrapping around him was all it took before he started to spill himself down Grimmjow's throat.
It felt like he was shooting forever. Hard and long, until he was completely drained, and Grimmjow was swallowing every last drop. When Ichigo was finally done coming his limbs felt like pudding. He somehow sunk down onto the floor, legs tangling with Grimmjow's, back uncomfortably shoved against the small knob of the cabinet there. Grimmjow's forehead was pressing against his, and then they were kissing, the tangy aftertaste of his cum still on Grimmjow's tongue. He sucked it into his mouth, swirled his tongue around it, then let go as his orgasm started to fade. He opened his eyes to see Grimmjow's face, too close, grinning at him.
"Chinese for dinner?" Grimmjow asked. "I've got a craving."
Ichigo shrugged. "Why not?"
The next few days passed in rather ordinary fashion, until it came time for Ichigo to meet with his potential new client. After a busy day at work he had just enough time to hurry home and make himself presentable for his dinner meeting. He put on one of the few suits he owned and headed to the Mandarin Oriental, a little apprehensive about the meeting. Sense was on the 37th floor. Ichigo took the elevator up and stepped out into the restaurant.
The space was designed with clean, modern lines, and decorated mainly with grays and other neutral colors, punctuated with accents of magenta. A solitary purple-pink wall in the back of the restaurant. Small pink lights. The soft purple of the cheongsams that the hostess and waitresses wore. Windows ran from floor to ceiling, offering unparalleled views of the Tokyo skyline. To the side there was a bar, grey and black, lit by bars of soft light. There was a man sitting there, dressed in a suit but wearing a wide-brimmed fedora low on his head, as if to hide his face from the crowd. Ichigo walked up to him. He was the only man sitting at the bar. . . he seemed to be waiting, so maybe he was the client.
"Excuse me," Ichigo said, only to find his tongue frozen as bright green eyes looked up at him. It was Ulquiorra Cifer.
Next chapter: Trouble in paradise.
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