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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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They had a whole month to themselves. The first week they had dinner three times with Nel at her house, and took the bubbly little girl to the zoo. That week they also christened the Mustang, the dining room table at Ichigo’s, and nearly every flat surface in Grimmjow’s place. Ichigo was glad he was a man; he’d surely be pregnant a million times over with all the semen Grimmjow had deposited in him.
            Ichigo was standing at the stove in Grimmjow’s kitchen, boiling noodles for ramen lost in thought. He jumped in surprise as Grimmjow slithered silently behind him, wrapping his arms around the younger man’s slim hips. Grimmjow nuzzled the soft hair at the back of his neck, his breath fanning hotly over Ichigo’s ear.
            Ichigo scowled at the pan.
            “Are you kidding me?! You really are insatiable, Grimmjow.”
            That earned him a deep chuckle as Grimmjow’s lips went to work, leaving a trail of tingles in their wake on every millimeter of tanned skin they lightly kissed. Ichigo tried to ignore it, stirring the noodles languidly as if Grimmjow wasn’t there.
            Grimmjow smirked against Ichigo’s neck before sinking in his teeth. Ichigo hissed, his back going rigid and pressed himself back into Grimmjow’s warm frame. Ichigo could feel Grimmjow’s hardness pressed against his ass, and unfortunately Grimmjow’s wandering hands discovered his own developing problem. Ichigo let his head loll back onto Grimmjow’s shoulder, a slight whimper escaping his lips as Grimmjow massaged him through his jeans.
            Grimmjow let go of Ichigo’s neck after he was sure he’d left a nice dark love bite on the junction where neck met shoulder. He rubbed Ichigo to full hardness with one hand, the other hand turning off the burner of the stove while he still had the presence of mind.
            “I take it you’re not hungry,” Ichigo stated, trying and failing to not buck into Grimmjow’s teasing hand.
            “Oh, I’ve got a ravenous hunger for strawberries, babe,” Grimmjow rasped in his ear.
            Ichigo spun around and crashed their lips together. Tongues tangled and teeth nipped, two pairs of hands desperately trying to touch every inch of skin on the other’s body whilst removing the offending clothes that covered it. Shirts were flung around the kitchen, their mouths parting for milliseconds before finding each other once again. Grimmjow’s hands found Ichigo’s tightly jeaned ass, grabbing it forcefully and hiking the orange-head up. Ichigo’s long legs wrapped around Grimmjow’s waist and he allowed himself to be carried to the bedroom; all the while being kissed senseless.
            Ichigo was deposited on the bed and his jeans were quickly being ripped from his hips and down his thighs and flung away; before he had the presence of mind to protest, Grimmjow’s tongue was delivering a long lick to his cock before his mouth completely engulfed it.
            “FUCK!” Ichigo screamed at the ceiling, his eyes wide and his fingers diving straight into Grimmjow’s shocking blue hair. He lifted his upper body to watch as Grimmjow’s head bobbed between his legs, Grimmjow keeping a steady pace. His eyes rolled back as he bounced back flat against the mattress, Grimmjow’s pace quickening.
            Ichigo found that he didn’t have the presence of mind to scream all the expletives in his vocabulary, his words coming out as jumbles and then eventually nothing but drawn out moans. He managed a half-assed warning to Grimmjow before he exploded down his throat, his vision turning white as Grimmjow’s name fell from his lips.
            Ichigo panted, watching from hazy eyes as he drifted like a bag in the wind down from his natural high as Grimmjow all but tore off his own jeans, kicking them from his ankles into some corner of the room. His manhood bounced with every movement, hard and dripping. Grimmjow reached into the bedside table where they kept the lube, hissing in pleasure as he slathered his heated organ. Just watching made something in Ichigo stir; he could feel himself getting hard again.
            Grimmjow climbed over him, positioning himself between tan thighs. He lowered himself down onto his forearms and meet Ichigo’s eyes.
            “Think you are still stretched enough from this morning?”
            “More than likely,” Ichigo said, his heart rate picking up tempo at the predatory gleam in Grimmjow’s eyes.
            “Good,” replied Grimmjow, reaching down and lined the head of his cock with Ichigo’s hole. He snapped his hips forward, burying himself inside Ichigo tightness without too much resistance since he was relaxed from the orgasm he just had.
            Grimmjow groaned into Ichigo’s neck as Ichigo’s nails sank into his shoulder blades.
            “OH FUCK, oh fuck, shit, Grimm…oh fuck, just move!” Ichigo demanded, pleasure radiating up his spine at being taken quite forcefully.
            Grimmjow pulled back until he was almost out of Ichigo, roughly slamming back in, the smack of skin meeting skin evidence to the brutal pace. Ichigo pulled him into a sloppy kiss that did nothing to hide his wanton moans. Grimmjow teased Ichigo’s collar bone with his teeth, his sensitive nipples with his tongue while he fucked him, reveling in every noise Ichigo made. Grimmjow felt the coil in his stomach winding tightly, signaling his impending release. He grasped Ichigo’s hips, pushing up onto his knees and dragging Ichigo with him. His hands shot from his hips to the backs of Ichigo’s knees, gathering his gorgeous legs and pushing them toward Ichigo’s chest.
            This position allowed Grimmjow deep penetration and full access to Ichigo’s prostate with every thrust. He pistoned his hips as fast as he could, panting and groaning as sweat dripped down his back. Ichigo was mewling and whimpering nonstop, the position making it hard to take in the necessary air it required to be as loud and vocal as he normally was. Not that it mattered, with Grimmjow’s cock stabbing his prostate mercilessly; he couldn’t form a proper thought let alone sentence.
            A drawn out whine and the tightening of his walls signaled Ichigo’s hands free release, tipping Grimmjow over the edge. He let out a feral growl as he spilled his seed into Ichigo, who’s spasming insides milked his cock for all it had to give. He released his hold on Ichigo’s legs, letting them fall like dead weight to the bed, not caring that he was rubbing his stomach all over Ichigo’s cum splattered one as he kissed the orange head breathless.
            They stayed that way a while, Ichigo with his arms wrapped around Grimmjow, who placed his ear to Ichigo’s heart beat. The sound nearly lulled him to sleep, but the drying cum on his stomach was annoying enough that he removed himself from Ichigo.
            “Let’s take a shower. You can help wash me up,” he said with a suggestive grin.
            Ichigo hit him with a pillow.
            “You pervert! That’s the second time we’ve had sex today and the third time I’ve cum! Give me a break, you horny fuck!”
            Grimmjow laughed at the incredulous look on Ichigo’s face.
            “Alright, round three can wait til’ after dinner.”
            He got hit with the pillow some more.
            “Ah, it’s been a while since you’re presence has filled my office,” said the deep voice from behind a large oak desk. The large gold plated name plate glinted in the light, Warden Kenpachi Zaraki. The large man sat silently, regarding the man sitting before him.
            A slow sinister smirk stretched across the pale face of his vistor.
            “I’ve come to request a favor. I do so remember donatin’ a large sum of money to this place for the pieces o’ shit it houses, and now I wanna collect.”
            Kenpachi smiled, if you could call it that.
            “Name your terms, but you know the rules.”
            “Unfortunately,” Shiro scowled. “However, death would be too kind of a punishment. I want ta break this fucking bastard’s spirit,” he snarled, his inverted eyes glinting darkly.
            Kenpachi shifted slightly in his chair, his own eyes taking on a malicious glint.
            “All I need from ya’ is that yer new inmate, Ginjo, be placed with Yammy Llargo, and of course a meetin’ with Yammy beforehand. Simple as tha’.”
            Kenpachi’s eyes glittered and he smirked, knowing exactly what Shiro was getting at.
            “It’ll be arranged per your donation. Anything additional comes at a price.”
            Shiro stood, unbuttoning his suit coat and placing it over the back of his chair. His tie followed soon after.
            “While I know Yammy’s reputation precedes him, I’m offering payment for ya ta look the other way until Ginjo is transferred from this cell block after trial. Ya know my terms, and if you find tha’ as acceptable payment ya tell me what ya want. I have other things ta do today.”
            Kenpachi considered him for a moment.
            “All right then. You’ve got yourself a deal. Now get over and fix the problem you gave me with that fucking hot mouth of yours.”
            Shiro smirked.
            “You did tha’ to yerself, but I can help with tha’.”
            The shit I do fer ya, Ichi, he thought, as he knelt between the warden’s knees.
            Ginjo nearly fainted when the two prison guards muscled him into his new cell. He’d been sitting on his cot in Block A, listening to the sounds of some guy a few cells over going through withdrawals. His other cell mates were in for petty crimes, auto theft, drug possession, child support. He felt relatively safe. His trial was in a month, and as long as he kept his head down and his lawyer did his job and got him a good deal, he wouldn’t be here for long.
            Suddenly, two guards were at his cell door, barking for him to bring his possessions, a gray blanket, tooth paste, tooth brush, and toilet paper, he was being transferred. The guy in for child support looked at him with pity when the guard answered Ginjo’s question of where with a simple statement. Block D.
            Everyone already informed him Block D was the bad news. Murders, rapists, arsonist, the worst crimes imaginable. So he was already nearly ready to wet himself. But then he saw his new cell mate, and the sensation to piss himself was forgotten, replaced with primal fear and nausea.
            Yammy waited for the guards to disappear before erecting himself to his full height and glowering down at his new roommate. Ginjo estimated him to be nearly seven foot, somewhere between 300 and 350 pounds- but pure muscle. The guy was the Incredible Hulk.
            Yammy grinned evilly down at the man before him. He had visited with Mr. Shirosaki earlier in the day, who informed him of the very handsome reward that was to be deposited into his commissary account for the brutal and repeated rape of the man before him. And Shiro hadn’t lied, the man was very good looking indeed, at least for now. He sat back down, his eyes following every movement of the extremely agitated man. He was getting a hard on already just thinking about what he was going to do to this guy in the showers tonight. It’d been a while since he wrecked a virgin asshole.
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