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Two Sides to Every Coin	By : Raceysama Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 3000 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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CHAPTER 13: PIECE OF MY LOVE
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XOXOXOXO
As soon as Grimmjow led him into the bedroom, Ichigo dropped his bag beside the bed and was instantly pulled into strong arms that began tearing at his clothes. Ichigo knew that Grimmjow was powerful, but having his poor t-shirt torn in two right down the middle was frightening yet exciting at the same time.
"Off," Grimmjow growled. "All of it. Now, Berry."
Ichigo complied with wide eyes. He tossed the remnants of his destroyed shirt to the side and started on his jeans but before he could get them off, Grimmjow pulled him close and began kissing him again. God, his mind was a huge puddle of mud.
Grimmjow's hands roamed his naked torso and deft fingers found rosy nipples and pinched. Ichigo arched into him, gasping at the strange sensation.
"Ah!" He yelped.
Ichigo tried to touch every part of Grimmjow's body. His hands wandered across broad shoulders, down strongly built arms, and over well-defined pectorals and abs. He's fuckin' gorgeous. Finally, Ichigo's hands settled at Grimmjow's waist and pulled, bringing the man closer and coincidentally rubbing their erections together. Oh, shit!
Ichigo whined and Grimmjow growled loudly, his lips sliding across Ichigo's jaw and up towards his ear. Grimmjow's tongue traced the shell of his ear and slid down to a spot right below the lobe that made Ichigo moan and grow just a little bit bolder.
Ichigo slid his hands over Grimmjow's firm bottom and squeezed, making the man simultaneously growl and chuckle.
"Like it?" He rumbled against Ichigo's neck.
"Mmhmm."
Ichigo continued his exploration as he slipped his hands inside the waistband of Grimmjow's boxers. Bringing his curious hands to the man's front, his fingers grazed his pubic hairs. Ichigo heard Grimmjow draw a sharp breath and smiled. It made him feel empowered knowing that he was the cause of those noises and actions and he wanted more.
Ichigo had only ever touched his own dick, so he hesitated a moment before deciding to just do it. He had come this far, he damn sure wasn't going to chicken out now. He eased his hand down further and wrapped it around Grimmjow's rock-hard length and stroked it a few times.
"Shit, Berry," Grimmjow groaned before attacking Ichigo's collar bone, then bending further to leisurely lick and suck his left nipple. Out of reflex, Ichigo's hand tightened and Grimmjow groaned again. "Fuuck."
It felt like steel encased by hot satin and it intrigued Ichigo. He tugged at Grimmjow's boxers with one hand while the other continued stroking.
"Bed," was all Grimmjow uttered before lifting Ichigo clear over his shoulder and then depositing him in the middle of the king-sized structure where Ichigo landed with an "oomph!".
"Tch, impatient much?" He grumbled.
Grimmjow grinned and after ridding himself of his boxers, yanked Ichigo's jeans and boxers the rest of the way off. Ichigo's eyes were glued to Grimmjow's dick that was jutting away from his body, long and thick in all its glory. Then, Ichigo noticed he wasn't the only one gawking. As Grimmjow stood staring, Ichigo blushed and moved to cover himself, suddenly feeling inadequate. Hell, Grimmjow was a fucking greek statue while he was more subtly toned.
"The fuck're you doin'?" Grimmjow growled darkly.
"You're staring!" Ichigo pointed out lamely but Grimmjow's expression softened.
"You're fuckin' beautiful, Berry." He shrugged. "I can't help it." Ichigo blushed and gave a lop-sided grin.
"C'mere," he whispered as he crooked a finger.
He noticed a lecherous gleam in Grimmjow's intense blue gaze before he eased onto the bed and hovered over Ichigo, grinning the entire time. Ichigo spread his legs allowing Grimmjow to settle between them before arching his back and rotating his hips in a slow circle, causing a delicious amount of friction.
"Mmm," Ichigo moaned, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth and hooking his arm around Grimmjow's neck.
"Shit, do that again," the blue-haired man murmured, voice husky and eyes hooded.
Ichigo smirked and rolled his hips again, this time harder, drawing a deep lusty moan from Grimmjow. Ichigo pulled him into a drugging kiss complete with copious amounts of tongue and saliva as he hooked his left leg around Grimmjow's waist. Using that strength, he flipped their positions so that he was on top and straddling the man's hips.
He dragged his tongue over Grimmjow's jaw and up to his ear, mimicking the actions that had been performed on him earlier. From there, he kissed a trail down the man's neck where he laved the dip leading to his collarbone. Grimmjow's hands were busy as he ran them up and down Ichigo's sides and back, then around to his chest to tweak already peaked nipples.
Ichigo felt like he was careening helplessly along a river of sensations with every kiss, every lick and every fucking touch. Shinji had told him to just do what felt good or what he thought would feel good and Ichigo was surprised at just how easy that was.
He licked his way to Grimmjow's left nipple where he nipped first and then soothed the small bite with a kiss, then a lick. Grimmjow grunted and plowed his right hand through Ichigo's hair, making him smile. After treating the man's right nipple to the same treatment, he moved on down his stomach to dip his tongue into Grimmjow's navel.
"Oh, shit, that fuckin' tickles!" He yelped. Ichigo grinned and repeated the action, making Grimmjow growl. "Berry."
"Ok, ok," Ichigo chuckled.
He followed the line of fine blue hair leading downwards until he came face to face with Grimmjow's impressive erection that was already leaking pre-come. Ichigo bit his lip as he regarded it, trying to keep his excitement at bay. Shinji had also given him a crash course on the art of giving head, completely mortifying the hell out of him, but he would put it to use now.
Gripping the thick member at its base, Ichigo stuck his tongue out and teased the slit. Grimmjow hissed and Ichigo swirled his tongue around the head before engulfing it. It wasn't bad. The skin was soft and Grimmjow had a mildly salty and musky taste that turned Ichigo on with a vengeance.
"Ah, shit, Berry," Grimmjow murmured, voice thick with lust.
He could feel the tension across the man's hips as he struggled to keep from ramming himself down Ichigo's throat and he was immensely grateful. Taking Grimmjow's right hand, he placed it on the back of his own head and slowly started bobbing his head, taking him in inch by inch.
Grimmjow hissed and tightened his hold on Ichigo's hair as he went faster, sucked harder and reached down to massage his balls. He pulled back only to run his piercing along the underside of the painfully stiff member before him as he ran his hands over Grimmjow's thighs, then up and across his stomach before taking him fully in his mouth once more. God, it was turning him the fuck on having Grimm's flesh sliding in and out of his mouth like that. Ichigo reached down and began to stroke himself in time to his sucking.
"Oh, fuck, Berry! Shit!" Grimmjow cursed and Ichigo grinned around his length.
Before Ichigo could continue, Grimmjow tugged on his hair indicating he wanted him to stop.
"Come here."
Ichigo obeyed and instantly found himself on his back, mouth being devoured. He moaned into Grimmjow's mouth when the man ground their hips together. Wasting no time, Grimmjow spread Ichigo's legs and wrapped his lips around his aching dick.
Ichigo gave a strangled cry and threw his head back, covering his eyes with his right arm. Fuck, that's good! He felt like he could die now and be happy about it. Grimm, his Grimm, was sucking him off! And quite fervently, he might add. Suddenly, Grimmjow slipped a finger between Ichigo's cheeks and teased his entrance. Ichigo jumped. Well, that was unexpected, but...nice.
"I've got some, ahhn, l-lube in my ba-mmm, gaaaahhd," Ichigo couldn't even get through his sentence because Grimmjow had taken that moment to engage his balls with his tongue.
"Came prepared, huh?" Grimmjow teased.
"Shutup," he panted.
Ichigo watched Grimmjow rifle through the contents of his bag before "Ah-ha"ing in satisfaction. He crawled back over Ichigo and kissed him languidly, probing his mouth sensuously, before pulling back to gaze at him with a crooked grin. Ichigo lifted an orange brow and smiled back.
"What?" he asked. Grimmjow kissed him chastely before replying.
"You're fuckin' sexy, Berry," he husked and Ichigo felt his face ignite.
"Shutup, idiot," he murmured and pulled him into another slow, open-mouthed kiss.
Ichigo felt something stirring in his belly as he kissed and touched Grimmjow. It made his body feel like he had internally combusted. Whatever it was, it was strange.
Finally, Grimmjow sat back on his heels and covered the fingers of his right hand with the slippery substance before raising Ichigo's knees.
"Ready?" Ichigo nodded and took a deep breath before exhaling slowly.
Suddenly there was a light probing at his entrance, then slight pressure and lastly the strangest, most uncomfortable feeling he'd ever experienced. Ichigo bit his lip as Grimmjow drew his finger back and forth a few times before inserting another. Ichigo jumped, but otherwise stayed calm.
Grimmjow repeated the process and added a third finger before Ichigo cried out. What was that? He shifted his hips and Grimmjow's fingers brushed over something extremely sensitive, making him moan deeply. That must be his prostate. Holy hell, it felt good.
Now, Grimmjow was repeatedly brushing the sensitive gland and Ichigo had become a writhing, panting mess.
"P-please, Grimm! Ah, shit!" he moaned. Ichigo didn't even know what he was begging for but it must've made sense to Grimmjow because he'd removed his fingers and was in the process of slathering his dick with the slick substance.
Without preamble, he lined himself up at Ichigo's tight hole and pushed forward slowly but steadily until just a little more than the head was submerged.
"Ah, fuck! S-shit, that fuckin' hurts!" Ichigo yelped.
"Ya want me to stop?" Grimmjow asked through clenched teeth. Ichigo could tell by his face that he didn't want to, and neither did he after coming this far.
"No, stupid! Ju-just go!"
Grimmjow leaned his forehead against Ichigo's and balanced himself on one arm. Grasping Ichigo's neglected member gently, he slowly stroked as he pushed forward again, this time not stopping until he was fully seated inside of Ichigo's tight passage.
"Fuckin' hell, you're tight," Grimmjow groaned thickly.
Ichigo was just trying to adjust to the sudden burning feel of being utterly full and stretched beyond capacity. His face was pulled into a scowl and he was biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. He was knocked back to Earth by Grimmjow's hand steadily stroking him and his lips coaxing him into a kiss.
"I'm gonna move," Grimmjow said softly. Ichigo only nodded.
Grimmjow pulled back and thrust forward slowly but deeply, moaning the whole way. God, it hurt. Ichigo noticed the look of worry etched onto Grimmjow's face and tried not to show the pain he was in, but the man wasn't fooled.
Instead, he lifted Ichigo's knees and thrust again, easing into a steady rhythm. All of a sudden, Ichigo jerked and cried out loudly. Right there!
"Mmmph, do that again!" He pleaded. Grimmjow grinned and complied.
"Bingo," he murmured when Ichigo moaned and lifted his hips towards him.
"Haah...right there! Nnngh...haah...harder!" He moaned deliriously. Fuckin' Jesus Christ bananas! Grimmjow was stroking his prostate with every thrust now.
Ichigo locked his legs around Grimmjow's hips and arched upwards, his hips meeting Grimmjow's with every thrust. He clung to the larger man's shoulders and peppered his chest with kisses and bites.
"Shit! Grimm, Grimm, ohh gaaaaaahhhd it's so good," Ichigo moaned as Grimmjow rammed into him, grunting as he did.
"Fuck!" Grimmjow shouted as sweat beaded across his brow.
Soon, all that was heard was wet flesh-slapping, harsh pants and grunts as Grimmjow drove Ichigo into the mattress. God, he never knew it would feel so fucking good. Ichigo felt like he was being wound too tight and was close to snapping.
"Come for me, Berry," Grimmjow murmured in Ichigo's ear. Shit! Did he say close to snapping? He meant dangerously close.
Grimmjow licked the shell of his ear and reached between their sweat-slicked bodies to stroke Ichigo's leaking erection.
"Aww, shhiiiiiiiiiit!" Ichigo yelled as he arched his back and dug his fingers into Grimmjow's back and came all over his hand and their stomachs.
"Oh, fuck! I-Ichigo!" Grimmjow growled as he released, coating Ichigo's insides with his seed.
After seeing what seemed like millions of fireworks exploding right before his eyes, Ichigo slowly uncurled his toes and relaxed his tense muscles as Grimmjow lay on top of him, face buried in Ichigo's neck. Trying to catch his breath was proving to be difficult with a heavy ass blue-haired man squashing him.
"Oi, you're fuckin' heavy," Ichigo murmured, unable to gather the strength to push Grimmjow off. His muscles felt like jello and his bones like putty. That had been the best orgasm he had ever had in his life.
"Can't move right now," Grimmjow said but it was muffled by Ichigo's neck.
"Well, I can't breathe. Move, you gorilla."
Grimmjow sighed dramatically and slowly eased out of Ichigo before rolling lazily onto his back. They lay like that for several minutes before Ichigo rolled onto his side and stared at Grimmjow, who had his eyes shut.
Shit. Ichigo knew something besides sex had just happened between them, or at least, that's how he felt. Butterflies had taken flight in his stomach and he felt a spreading warmth when he looked at Grimmjow.
At that moment, Grimmjow opened his eyes and caught Ichigo staring. Embarrassed, Ichigo tried to turn away, but Grimmjow caught his face with his left hand and pulled him into a soft kiss.
"You're mine now," he growled.
"Well, that goes both ways," Ichigo said quietly.
"Of course it does. Come here."
Grimmjow wrapped his arms around Ichigo and kissed his forehead, turning the butterflies in his gut into screeching bats. How sad was he? He'd fallen for the guy after only fucking him once.
XOXOXOXO
Grimmjow knew he was in trouble the moment Ichigo started sucking him off, but when he slid inside of his berry, he was completely lost. He would only admit to himself that he was wrapped tightly around Ichigo's finger...and he didn't give a shit either.
Fucking the berry had been a thousand times better than he'd expected. Now as held a sleeping Ichigo in his arms, he never wanted to let him go. Ever. Grimmjow had meant it when he told the berry he was his and vice versa.
Damn, what the fuck had happened to him? And so quickly, at that. He sighed in defeat and held the berry tighter. Did it really matter if he had feelings for Ichigo? As long as the berry stayed by his side, that was ok, right?
That morning he rose to the smell of coffee and bacon and smiled broadly. Things were back to normal with his berry cooking for him. He rolled over and was enjoying the way his second pillow smelled faintly of Ichigo when he noticed a small note. Thinking it was something sweet about earlier he began reading.
Shower. I beg of you. We were both pretty funky.
Grimmjow tipped his head back and laughed heartily. That little shit. Grimmjow rolled from the bed and shuffled to the shower. He did smell pretty sweaty, but he also smelled like Ichigo and he didn't think that was bad at all.
He stood under the spray of hot water, after brushing his teeth, reliving his and the berry's lovemaking. Fuck, he was sprung. Grimmjow grinned widely as an idea took root in his head and refused to budge. He didn't mind. It would be fun.
Wrapping a towel around his waist and grabbing another for his hair, he padded out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, where he silently watched Ichigo fixing two plates of food. The berry was smiling softly and wearing a green t-shirt and black lounge pants. Beautiful.
When Ichigo turned back to the sink to start gathering the dishes, Grimmjow crept up behind him and hugging him tightly around the waist, pressed a soft kiss to his neck.
"Mornin' Berry," he murmured. Ichigo turned in his arms and kissed his lips.
"Food is over there. So's your coffeeeeeee!" Ichigo ended with a very unmanly squeal as Grimmjow slipped a hand in his bottoms to cup his sleeping package.
"I see something better right here," he said and kissed Ichigo hungrily.
"But the food-"
"I got a microwave."
"You're such a perv," Ichigo grumbled with a small smirk.
"I know," Grimmjow said and stroked the berry's dick until it was straining in his hand. "Mmm, I'm not the only perv here, now am I?"
"Shutup, it's your fault anyway."
"Good," he replied and pulled the berry closer possessively kissing him.
Grimmjow loved the way Ichigo smelled and tasted. Hell, he loved everything about him. He - oh shit. Fuck. Not now. He would deal with that later.
He lowered himself to his knees taking Ichigo's pants with him, and swirled his tongue around the berry's head. Grimmjow slowly bobbed his head, gradually engulfing his length as he cupped his balls.
"Ahh, Grimm! Nnngh," Ichigo moaned as he leaned against the sink and eased his fingers into Grimmjow's hair.
Grimmjow hollowed his cheeks and sucked harder and faster, making Ichigo's legs tremble. He ran his hands over the berry's thighs then around to his ass and squeezed.
"Ohhh, gaaaahhhd, Grimm...I'm gonna...haah...I'm gonna come!"
Grimmjow pulled away and continued the pressure with his hand until the berry splurted all over his fingertips. Perfect. Turning Ichigo facing away from him, he used his fluids to coat himself and prepare the berry's entrance. Once he was satisfied, he lined himself up and pressed forward. This time Ichigo moaned loudly as Grimmjow sheathed himself completely and gripped his shoulders.
"Mmmm, fuck yes," Grimmjow growled as held himself in place, giving the berry time to adjust.
"Nnngh, Grimm, fuck me, please!" Ichigo moaned as he pushed back against him, his brown eyes glazed over with lust.
"Shit!"
Grimmjow began pounding into the berry, grunting and gripping his shoulders tightly. He felt his control slipping as he listened to their skin slapping together and the berry's wanton moans and harsh breathing. Oh fuck, he wasn't gonna be able to last.
Suddenly, Ichigo lifted his right leg and held it up, changing the angle of Grimmjow's thrusts. Yeah, he definitely wasn't gonna last. His whole body shuddered and his thrusts became jerky and uncoordinated.
"Ahah! Fuck!" Grimmjow cried out before spilling himself into the berry with one last thrust. He leaned forward to rest his body and catch his breath, his face pressed to the berry's cheek.
"Mmm, Grimm," Ichigo moaned before turning his head to kiss him.
Carefully pulling himself free from Ichigo's heat, he reached into a drawer for a clean dish towel. Wetting it under the tap, he cleaned himself and the berry with a whole lot of kissing in between.
Once they were clean, they washed their hands and settled down for breakfast that Ichigo grumbled about reheating the entire time.
"But ya liked it," Grimmjow said with a mischievous smirk, making Ichigo blush and smile.
"Whatever."
"What are you doin' today? Got class?" he asked as he took a piece of bacon from Ichigo's plate.
"Oi! You got your own! And no, I'm still out of town remember?"
"So you can stay with me then, right?" Ichigo blushed and nodded.
"Yeah. Oh, I got you a souvenir. S'in my bag."
"Oh, yeah? What'd you get?" Grimmjow asked with a wide grin.
"Some manners," the berry said with a grin.
"I got manners." Ichigo lifted a brow. "Sometimes."
"I got a shirt. You can get it later."
"A shirt? What's on it?" Grimmjow questioned, a little confused. Then the berry smirked.
"What the fuck are you staring at?"
Grimmjow paused, another piece of bacon half-way to his mouth, then he snorted and started chuckling.
"You're a little bastard, ya know that?"
"Ya like it," he said with a sly wink before standing and gathering the plates. Grimmjow noticed the berry limping slightly as he made his way to the sink.
"Did I hurt you?" He asked, concern lacing his tone. Ichigo shook his head.
"I think I'm doing pretty good considering I was a virgin before this morning."
Grimmjow was frozen. He was what? Ichigo had given him his virginity? Oh, this was too much for his already over-inflated ego. He rose from the table and moved behind the berry, turning him to face him before kissing him deeply.
"Why?" Grimmjow questioned softly. Ichigo shrugged nonchalantly.
"You're the only person I've ever liked. Made sense to me."
Grimmjow could only stare at his berry in awe and that emotion he'd been feeling while watching him earlier resurfaced. Shit.
"I'm lucky then."
"Don't forget you said that," Ichigo said with another smile.
"Why?"
"Cuz I want you to remember that when we argue." Grimmjow grinned before kissing him and nodding.
"Alright."
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