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The Streets of Hueco Mundo	By : needlesandthread Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2209 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Ichigo groaned, rolling over away from the offensive light that was pouring through his open blinds. He cracked open his eyes, letting them slowly adjust to realize he was in his room. His head throbbed as he tried to remember how he’d gotten home. His hands wandered over his body- he was still fully clothed. What the hell happened last night?
            He pushed himself up, his head disagreeing with the sudden movement as well as his stomach. Shit! Ichigo sprinted for the bathroom, hitting his knees before the toilet and spewing out the poison in his stomach. As he retched, he felt a hand rubbing his back and looked up to see that damned smirked he’d grown impossibly fond of. He had just enough time to be embarrassed that Grimmjow was seeing him in this condition before another wave of nausea clenched his stomach and returned his face back to the task at hand.
            When he was finally done, he slumped backward against the bathroom wall. Grimmjow silently handed him a glass of cold water, which he took with a shaky hand. He rinsed his mouth and spit it in the toilet, flushing down the putrid bile that just came out of his body. Grimmjow squatted down next to him, gently wiping his forehead, face, and neck clean of the light sheen of sweat that appeared during his vomiting with a cool cloth.
            “You ok to walk? You should go back to bed for a while,” said Grimmjow, hovering over him and looking concerned.
            Ichigo set the glass on the floor and stood up, slowly and shakily. Grimmjow pulled him into his side, letting Ichigo lean his weight into him as they made the journey back to Ichigo’s bed. Grimmjow helped him get nestled comfortably back into his insane amount of pillows. Ichigo shut his eyes and sighed deeply.
            “I’m going to make a run to the store; you think you’ll be alright?”
            “Yeah, usually I only vomit once or twice. I just need to sleep it off. You don’t have to stay.”
            “I know, but you look exactly like you feel, so I know you are just trying to be tough. I’ve taken care of my share of hangovers from alcohol and drugs, so I got you. You just let me help you.”
            “Fine,” conceded Ichigo.
            Feeling sleep hovering close, Ichigo let it overtake him, his features relaxing and breath deepening. Grimmjow smiled and shook his head, slipping out quietly for some necessities.
            Five hours later Ichigo stumbled out into his living room to find Grimmjow reading a muscle car magazine and the tv flashing with images of some show but on mute. Grimmjow smirked at his disheveled appearance.
            “Think you can hold down some food now?”
            “I’m queasy, I think I can manage dry toast,” replied Ichigo. “Then I’m taking a shower, I feel filthy.”
            “You are kind of rank, but I didn’t wanna say anything,” taunted Grimmjow.
            Ichigo flipped him off.
            “Hope ya don’t mind, I used yer shower. I bought these fabulous clothes from the quazi-dollar store next to the super market,” Grimmjow said, doing a Vanna White gesture to his apparel.
            Ichigo eyed the tight, plain white t-shirt stretched across Grimmjow’s upper body and the dark navy pants that snapped on the sides all the way up his long legs as he padded to the kitchen. Ridiculous, Grimmjow could even make cheap clothes sexy. He could smell the soap and spicy deodorant in the air walking by too.
            “That’s fine,” Ichigo commented, pulling open the fridge to find it stocked full of Gatorade. He smiled. Grimmjow really did want to take care of him.
            “Didn’t know what flavor ya liked so I got one of each,” Grimmjow called from the living room.
            Ichigo grabbed a blue one absentmindedly and then found the bread, popping two slices in his toaster. He took it in the living room once it was toasted golden brown and sat next Grimmjow on the couch, eating the toast slowly and watching the show that moved across the tv screen.
            “Is this re-runs of The O.C.?”
            “So what? It was a good show,” retorted Grimmjow, who suddenly found his magazine really interesting but turned on the sound.
            Ichigo smirked, taking a long swig of Gatorade. So Grimmjow had a soft spot of teen drama shows? That was funny. He watched while he polished off the toast, smirking at how Grimmjow’s magazine lay forgotten in his lap as the show’s story commanded the attention of those icy blue eyes.
            “I’m going to take a shower, I can’t take it anymore,” Ichigo said at a commercial break, pushing up off the couch and heading back toward his room.
            “Me either, I can only hold my breath for so long,” joked Grimmjow.
            Ichigo shut him up by pulling off his shirt on his way and exposing the expanse of deliciously smooth, tanned skin of his back. Grimmjow nearly broke his neck watching Ichigo disappear into his bathroom, wishing he had received an invitation to shower with him. He thought about how he barely restrained himself the previous night and wondered if Ichigo remembered any of that. Maybe he just needed to make a move and see what happened, because he was rapidly growing tired of the rather hard problem Ichigo kept giving him.
            Ichigo shaved and quickly showered. He was looking forward to a nice, steaming hot shower loosening his muscles and helping him relax, but his stomach was churning and he wasn’t too sure the toast was going to stay in his stomach. He towel dried his hair and threw on a pair of basketball shorts. He looked in the mirror, seeing his face was a few shades paler than normal. Ah, the joys of a hangover.
            He exited the bathroom and nearly jumped out of his skin. Grimmjow was lying on his bed like he owned it, smirking at him.
            “You asshole, I could have been naked!”
            “I fail to see the problem with that,” commented Grimmjow.
            Ichigo blushed.
            “You left your Gatorade behind, and by the looks of it you need hydration, unless you want to toss your stomach’s contents again.”
            “Ugh, I’m sorry you saw that,” said Ichigo as he climbed next to Grimmjow. He took that bottle and drank a few big gulps to satisfy his partner even though his stomach felt like the storming sea. He put the bottle on the nightstand next to his phone and sank down into the comfort of his pillows.
            “I really don’t feel good, so I’m just going to lay here. You wanna watch a movie, I’m sure there’s something good on demand otherwise we can just order something,” Ichigo said, gesturing to his wall mounted flat screen.
            “Whatever you want to do,” Grimmjow replied, intrigued by the fact Kurosaki was inviting him to watch a movie in his bed, half naked. He wasn’t exactly sure what sort of message Ichigo was sending but he hoped he wasn’t interpreting it wrong, because this was really too good to be true. He was too busy watching Ichigo covertly to see what movie Ichigo picked; too busy noticing how close Ichigo was to his body. He was too busy trying to calm himself down from jumping Ichigo’s bones to worry about what he was blinding staring at on the screen for a half an hour.
            When he finally dared to look down directly at Ichigo he saw that he was sleeping again. Damn it, Grimmjow thought to himself. But at least he could watch him sleep up close. He wasn’t meaning to be a lecher, but how could he stop his hand from reaching out and gently running through the nearly dried disarray of blazingly orange hair to find out it was actually as soft as silk? How could he not breathe in the intoxicating aroma that permeated the bronzed skin? It was maddening to lay this close to perfection and not want to capture it all for your own.
            Grimmjow’s eyes widened in surprise as Ichigo rolled over, flopping onto his chest without a care in the world. He waited, but Ichigo didn’t move, his breathing still deep. Smiling, he gently wrapped his arms around the smaller guy and held him, watching the movie until he too drifted off into a cat nap.
            Buzzzz, buzzzz, buzzzzzz.
            It penetrated Ichigo’s subconscious, rousing him from his slumber. He woke with a start, realizing that he was lying on Grimmjow’s broad chest for the second time; a habitual offender. The buzzing continued and he shot up, realization that it was his undercover phone ringing on vibrate finally taking hold. It was an unknown caller. He slid the lock screen aside and warily said hello.
            “Hello sexy,” purred a husky voice on the other end. “Did I catch you at a bad time?”
            Ichigo smacked Grimmjow in the shoulder, earning him an angry glare once the intense eyes snapped open and flashed toward him. Ichigo’s hand went over Grimmjow’s mouth, the other quickly putting the phone on speaker.
            “Why no, I just woke up actually. I was hoping you’d call,” Ichigo replied, a hint of playfulness in his voice.
            Grimmjow realized Ichigo was talking to Ginjo. He swatted Ichigo’s hand away from his mouth and sat up.
            “So Izo, I was wondering if you might want to pick up where we left off last night. I’m stuck at the office, so to speak, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking of you and it’s given me quite a problem.”
            Grimmjow arched a brow. He could empathize. Ichigo did that to him too.
            “What did you have in mind?” Ichigo purred in response.
            “Why don’t you talk sexy to me while I work on my problem? Better yet, you could join in.”
            Ichigo’s face flamed red as he met eyes with Grimmjow, who was grinning like a feral cat.
            “That sounds like fun,” Ichigo forced himself to say, trying to shove Grimmjow off his bed with his foot. Grimmjow registered that Ichigo didn’t want to do this in front of him, but there was no way he was leaving. This situation was too good. Grimmjow wasn’t a fool; he was going to take full advantage of the circumstances that presented themselves.
            “Are you touching yourself?” Ichigo asked, setting the phone gently on nightstand as he watched Grimmjow slink sexily up and over him. He silently mouthed what are you doing? to Grimmjow.
            “Mmmhmm, yeah I am baby,” replied the voice.
            Grimmjow leaned down next to Ichigo’s ear and whispered, “Helpin’ you out.” Then he set his lips to work on the warm, soft skin of Ichigo’s neck.
            Shivers of electric pleasure coursed across Ichigo’s skin. He closed his eyes as Grimmjow sank his teeth into his collarbone.
            “Does it feel good?” Ichigo asked, his voice strained as he tried to focus on the task at hand, his hands acting on their own accord, running up inside Grimmjow’s t-shirt to feel his hard wash board abs.
            “Oh yeah, it does feel good baby,” panted the voice on the phone. “Are you touching yourself too?”
            “Ahhh, yeah!” Ichigo replied, bucking into the hand that was suddenly palming his impossibly hard erection.
            “It feels fantastic,” he said, meeting Grimmjow’s gaze, which burned dark with lust. Ichigo was glad the sexual tension between them had finally snapped, but this wasn’t exactly the way he’d planned it. “Are you imagining it’s my hand stroking your big cock?”
            “Yes, Izo baby, fuck it feels good,” was Ginjo’s answer.
            “Well, just imagine what I can do with my mouth,” retorted Ichigo. “Imagine me on my knees between your thighs, deep throating your big cock repeatedly.”
            Grimmjow had never been so conflicted in his life. What Ichigo was saying had his dick so hard, yet he was fucking furious that Ichigo was really saying it to that bastard on the phone.
            “Mmm, you sexy fucking minx, don’t stop, I’m nearly there.”
            Grimmjow ground their pelvises together, biting his lip to keep from making any sound at the pleasure the sweet friction gave him. Ichigo didn’t hold back though, letting out a sharp moan and his hands reached out and latched onto Grimmjow’s hips, holding him in place. Again and again, Grimmjow ground down while Ichigo pushed upwards, dragging their clothed erections against each other and Ichigo’s moans rang throughout the room at each connection.
            A long, drawn out “fuck” came from the phone, and Grimmjow smirked into Ichigo’s neck. Fucking two pump chump, I can’t wait to arrest this bastard, he thought as busied himself with swirling his tongue over one of Ichigo’s peaked nipples.
            “So when am I going to see you again?” asked Ichigo, clenching his fingers into Grimmjow’s bright locks to stop the assault on his body so he could talk. “Wouldn’t it be better to fool around for real?”
            Ginjo chuckled on the other end of the phone.
            “So you want me that badly, huh? I can’t lie, especially after this, about how bad I want you too. You want to meet me at the club tonight in the VIP room?”
            “You got yourself a date, I’ll be there,” promised Ichigo.
            “See you then, sexy.”
            Ichigo made sure the call was disconnected and turned to back to Grimmjow, who was hovering over him still.
            “More than likely if we can get back up, we can bust his ass tonight.”
            “Sounds like a plan. But I’m busting yours first.”
            Grimmjow’s mouth was on Ichigo’s before Ichigo could register what was going on. Hot, hard, and demanding, the kiss grew into a tongue battle of dominance that Grimmjow easily won. Grimmjow released Ichigo so they could come up for air, nipping his plump bottom lip. He rested his head in the crook of Ichigo’s neck.
            “I’ma be honest with ya, Ichi, I want you too bad to fuck around with anymore foreplay”, Grimmjow said huskily. “I’ve wanted to fuck you senseless for what seems like forever, so if you don’t want that you need to stop me now.” But even as he said the words he wasn’t sure he could walk away now if Ichigo told him to.
            Ichigo moaned, grinding his hips against Grimmjow’s. Grimmjow hoisted himself up on his arms, and met Ichigo’s eyes.
            “Well, what are you waiting for? Fuck me already,” demanded Ichigo.
            With a feral growl, Ichigo’s basketball shorts were ripped from his body. He hissed as the cool air caressed his hot, hard flesh. Grimmjow eyed his length with appreciation and shoved himself off the bed.
            “Ya have til I get these clothes off to find some lube, or you’re makin’ do with spit,” he commented, yanking the t-shirt up over his head.
            Ichigo’s hand was in the bed side drawer faster than lightning, clutching around the familiar bottle and pulling it out just in time to watch Grimmjow kick his pants of his ankles across the floor, his erection bobbing between his thighs. Holy shit. Ichigo hadn’t bottomed in forever and he sure picked the wrong man to reacquaint himself with it. Grimmjow was hung.
            Grimmjow smirked at Ichigo’s hungry yet surprised look. He strode over and climbed on the bed, plucking the bottle of lube from Ichigo’s hand. Ichigo slumped backwards into the pillows, blushing slightly as he spread his legs open to give Grimmjow access to his most intimate parts.
            Grimmjow thought he was going to die from the sight. His dick ached with the need to be sheathed within Ichigo’s tight heat, encouraging him to get on with it. Grimmjow ran a lubed finger up and down Ichigo’s crack, circling his hole before slowly inserting it inside Ichigo, whose eyes were clamped shut as he concentrated on relaxing his muscles. After a few thrusts in and out, the second finger was added with some difficulty. Ichigo whimpered and Grimmjow leaned forward, running his tongue over Ichigo’s flagging length.
            That got Ichigo’s attention, jolting his body and drawing a light moan from his reddened lips. He opened his eyes and watched as Grimmjow slowly but tantalizingly brought him back to full mast with his tongue, all the while scissoring and stretching him with two fingers. Grimmjow smirked up at him, his eyes glinting mischievously before adding the final finger while simultaneously deep throating Ichigo’s hardened flesh.
            Thankfully he was prepared for Ichigo’s reaction, which was a loud “Fuck!” and a thrust of hips that pushed his cock deep into Grimmjow’s throat as well as impaling himself farther onto the fingers. Able to withstand it without choking, he bobbed his head slowly, pressing his fingers around in a searching fashion. Ichigo was breathing heavily and his legs trembled with every descent of Grimmjow’s mouth.
            “Awww, shit yeah Grimm, right there, again!” cried out Ichigo, his fingers twisting painfully into Grimmjow’s hair.
            And Grimmjow knew when he found what he was looking for. He tortured a few more screams out of Kurosaki while memorizing where that sweet little bundle of nerves was. He withdrew his fingers and mouth slowly, not missing the small moan at the loss of being full that Ichigo made. He looked over his berry as he coated his cock with lube, his tan skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat, eyes hooded and dark with lust, lips swollen and red, and his chest rising and falling as he recovered from the last bit of torture. Fucking gorgeous, and all his.
            Grimmjow gripped the backs of Ichigo’s knees, pushing his thighs open and back. He used one hand to align himself with Ichigo, who bit his lip upon feeling the head of Grimmjow nudging against his hole. Grimmjow pushed forward, sliding into and passed the tight ring of muscle. He proceeded slowly, despite every carnal desire to plunge deeply into the impossibly snug passage and thrust without abandon.
            Ichigo felt like he was being ripped apart. His nails dug into the sheets, his teeth clenched, and he took deep breaths in through his nose and out through his mouth trying to not tense up or shove away from the intrusion. He kept promising himself this was going to be worth it, ignoring the tears the leaked out from the burning in his rectum. He felt Grimmjow pause when he was fully seated, and Grimmjow leaned forward letting his legs drop, to kiss away the tears.
            “You’re a fucking beast, Jeagerjaques,” Ichigo grunted out.
            Grimmjow chuckled.
            “I’ll understand if you want to stop,” Grimmjow replied, a hint of challenge dancing in his baritone voice.
            Ichigo linked his arms around Grimmjow’s neck and rolled his hips, effectively pulling Grimmjow out and plunging him deep in again, causing them both to moan.
            “Do you see a pussy anywhere on this body?” asked Ichigo, his body humming with pleasure.
            “No,” groaned Grimmjow, pulling his hips back slowly.
            “Then don’t fuck me like I got one,” said Ichigo, meeting Grimmjow’s feral gaze.
            “I’m gonna make you regret that,” answered Grimmjow, and with a smirk, he snapped his hips forward. Ichigo cried out in ecstasy, and Grimmjow took to and kept up a brutal pace, pumping in and out of his writhing berry. The grunts and groans as well as the sound of skin slapping skin escalated. The harder he drove into Ichigo, the deeper Ichigo clawed into his back, but Grimmjow couldn’t bring himself to care.
            Grimmjow took hold of Ichigo’s neglected cock, pumping it in time with his thrusts, and it wasn’t long after that his name rang throughout the room, his hand and Ichigo’s stomach splattered with Ichigo’s essence. Grimmjow barely managed two more shallow thrusts into Ichigo’s spasming cavern before spilling himself inside him            with an animalistic growl.
            Panting, Grimmjow withdrew himself from Ichigo, and dropped on the bed next to Ichigo and pulled him to his chest, kissing his lips lightly. They pulled back and looked at each other. Both bodies were flushed and dripping, hair matted with sweat, chests heaving. And both were grinning like fools. They simultaneously busted out laughing.
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