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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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Ginjo’s heart hammered in his chest. He kept his eyes down and made quick work with the small green bar of soap that he kept in a death grip inside his palm. He was currently showering with the most dangerous criminals in Hueco Mundo Correctional Facility. The water pelted from concentrated sprays housed in the brick washroom wall. Two guards stood outside the doors while twenty convicts bathed.
            He was at the third shower head from the end. The door seemed miles away. Two by two, the showers shut off, and the inmates would towel off and go through the door into a locker room of sorts to get dressed. He stood under the lukewarm water until his shut off. He turned to go, eyes to floor, until a giant hand clapped onto his shoulder, blunt nails digging into his skin.
            “Not you, sweet cheeks. We need to talk.”
            Ginjo looked up into the smirking face of his hulking cell mate.
            “What could we possibly have to talk about in the shower that can’t be said in the cell?” Ginjo snapped at him, noticing the remaining four inmates quickly making for the exit. His panic level started to rise.
            “Well, we could talk about how you tried to rape and kill the brother of a good and rather powerful friend of mine. Ring any bells?”
            “Listen,” Ginjo said, slowly trying to put some distance between him and the hulking man before him inconspicuously, “I’m going to serve my time for that. I was just acting under orders. I’m sorry, ok! I didn’t even know the guy had a brother!”
            Yammy smirked, stepping forward.
            “Well, he does have a brother, shitbag, one who paid very generously for us to have this time here in the shower. Romantic, ain’t it?”
            “W-what?”
            “Oh yeah, you and me are about to get to know each other real well, sweet cheeks.”
            Yammy grabbed a handful of his hair, and with his snow shovel sized mitts, it was nearly every strand, pulling painfully and forcing him to his knees. His enormous erection was in his other hand, guiding it to Ginjo’s mouth.
            “You’re gonna be a good slut now, and suck my dick pretty,” Yammy said in a disgustingly sarcastic voice. Ginjo felt the full weight of the words he spoke to Ichigo come back to bite him in his ass. He whimpered as he eyed Yammy’s dick, not seeing a way out of this situation. He opened his mouth and gave the head a tentative lick.
            He wasn’t prepared for Yammy to buck his hips forward, his giant hands gripping either side of his head as he shoved himself repeatedly into Ginjo’s throat. Ginjo gagged and cringed as his eyes watered. Yammy didn’t give a fuck; in fact, he seemed to get off on the choking noises that gurgled out of Ginjo’s throat. Saliva dripped out the corners of his mouth and tears leaked from his eyes as he finally managed to squirm away, coughing violently.
            “That’s it?” panted Yammy, squatting down to leer at him. “Well, we got a month to work on your dick sucking technique. Time’s running low, so let’s get to poppin’ that cherry.”
            Ginjo’s eyes widened in horror. He tried to scramble away, which Yammy found hilarious. With a booming laugh, he snatched Ginjo by his hips with bruising force.
            Ginjo’s nails couldn’t find any purchase as they scraped across the wet tile. He screamed for the guards but of course no one came. He felt his ass cheeks forced apart by large hands harshly.
            “Ah, such a pretty little hole, sweet cheeks. You really should have been messier with the blow job, but hindsight’s twenty-twenty, yeah?”
            With that, Yammy shoved himself into Ginjo’s virgin passage. The guards outside cringed at the horrifying screams that came from the showers, one of them throwing up in their mouth a little. Eventually the screams died, and they went in to gather up the poor man that just had his ass made into mince meat. The water washed most of the blood down the drain. The guards helped the medics lift the unconscious Ginjo onto a stretcher, and then escorted a satisfied Yammy to the locker room to be dressed and returned to his cell.
            Grimmjow groaned as his cell phone vibrated on the nightstand. Ichigo grumbled in his sleep next to him, snuggling deeper into the covers and burrowing beneath the pillows. The vibrating persisted, and Grimmjow grumpily flipped it open.
            “It’s eight in the morning on a Saturday…someone better be dyin’ god damnit!”
            “Well, tha’ ain’t no way ta greet folks,” said the watery voice on the other end.
            “What do ya want, Shiro?”
            “I just thought ya’d like ta know that Ichi’s jailbird suffered an incident in tha showers las’ night. Twenty seven stitches. One a’ four rounds he’s gonna suffer fer what he did ta Ichi.”
            Grimmjow shivered, making a mental note to be careful around Shirosaki in the future.
            “Good. He fuckin’ deserves it.”
            “We agree on somethin’.”
            “Well, leave it to you to be able to touch the untouchable. Guess I owe ya.”
            “Hmmm. Guess ya do. Don’t worry, I don’t ferget debts. Have a good day, Grimmjow.”
            The line went dead. Grimmjow just stared at his phone for a moment, before shrugging and tossing it back onto the bedside table. He glanced down at Ichigo’s form, all rolled up in blankets, debating whether or not to snuggle up to the orange head and go back to sleep or rouse his boyfriend and plan their day.
            He smirked, choosing to wake Ichigo, knowing the fight the other was going to put up to stay in bed. He peeled the pillow back, being greeted by a disarray of orange spikes. He leaned down and nuzzled the smooth skin of Ichigo’s neck. Ichigo muttered something, wiggling away. Grimmjow caught his ear lobe and bit gently.
            “Hey, sexy, time to wake up,” he whispered into Ichigo’s ear hotly.
            Ichigo whined, shifting himself onto his back beneath Grimmjow. He cracked his eyes open sleepily.
            “Damn it Grimmjow, I wanna sleep,” he complained, his lips pouting.
            Grimmjow chuckled at his adorable face. He began peppering Ichigo’s bare upper body with soft butterfly kisses. Ichigo’s hands found their way into Grimmjow’s hair, lightly applying pressure and urging Grimmjow lower. His smirk was feral as he slipped his tongue down the dip of Ichigo’s abdomen, teasingly trailing it along the band of his boxer briefs.
            “Stop teasing,” Ichigo demanded his voice still heavy from sleep.
            “I thought you were complaining about all the sex, now you want it?” Grimmjow questioned innocently.
            “Grimmjow! I swear to every God that exists if you don’t get to it the rest of our vacation is going to be very sexless for you!”
            Grimmjow laughed and hooked his fingers into Ichigo’s underwear, swiftly removing them. Ichigo thought he was dictating huh? Well, seems like he needed to be put in his place.
            Ichigo thought he was about to get a blow job. He didn’t expect his thighs to be spread quickly, Grimmjow’s grip yanking him to the edge of the bed. He yelped in surprise, and before he could recover, Grimmjow was pulling apart his ass cheeks and running his tongue over his hole.
            Ichigo’s eyes shot wide open at this unexpected act. He didn’t know exactly what to think at first, but he just relaxed and focused on the feeling. He found it to be pleasurable after a while, small moans escaping his lips every now and then as Grimmjow’s tongue worked in and out of him.
            Grimmjow lathered his lover well with salvia, alternating between flicking his tongue rapidly across Ichigo’s twitching hole and plunging his tongue in as far as he could. Every small sound of Ichigo’s pleasure went straight to his cock, which was desperately trying to escape the too tight confines of his boxers. Fingers began replacing his wet appendage, until he had three in there stretching his lover and simultaneously gliding gently over his prostate, escalating Ichigo’s cries and squirming.
            Grimmjow removed his fingers and quickly shed his boxers, kicking them away. He moved for the bottle of lube that was getting a lot of use these days, when suddenly fingers sunk into his shoulders and forced him backwards onto the bed. Grimmjow sexily smirked up at the half lidded, lust glazed eyes that bore into his own as Ichigo grabbed the targeted bottle and straddled Grimmjow’s hips.
            A warm hand coated in slick liquid firmly grasped Grimmjow’s erection, running slowly up and down its length. Grimmjow groaned and his eyes slid shut in pleasure. Ichigo jerked him at a snail’s pace, teasing him and chuckling slightly at the frustration in his lover’s eyes from the torture. Grimmjow’s hands found Ichigo’s hips and urgently tugged in a silent plea. That was as close to begging as Ichigo was going to get from Grimmjow.
            Ichigo used a hand to guide Grimmjow to his entrance, pressing down and taking him in. Both of them gasped as Ichigo sank down, just to jerk back up until Grimmjow was nearly out of him. Again and again, Ichigo rode him at that pace, little moans falling from both of their lips as Ichigo’s hands roamed all over Grimmjow’s sculpted chest.
            Grimmjow reached up and grasped the back of Ichigo’s neck, pulling him down to capture his mouth in a slow, heated battle of tongues. Pulling his legs up, he held fast to Ichigo as he slowly lifted the man in his lap without removing himself from him and reversed their positions. Grimmjow resumed their kiss as soon as Ichigo’s bright head hit the pillow, his hands clasping Ichigo’s. He intertwined their fingers and pressed their joined hands above Ichigo’s head.
            He pulled himself out of Ichigo’s tight heat and slid back in, going slowly but gradually picking up speed as he made it his duty to kiss every inch of Ichigo’s skin he could get to. All Ichigo could do was drown in pleasure, tightening his hold on Grimmjow’s hands and working his hips to meet Grimmjow’s thrusts. Every stab to his prostate left him whimpering in ecstasy and seeing stars, the coil in his stomach aching dangerously.
            Grimmjow let go of one of Ichigo’s hands to pump his lover to completion.
            “Please, Grimm, I’m nearly there,” Ichigo pleaded as Grimmjow’s rough hand picked up speed as did his thrusts.
            “Mmm, yeah, cum for me, Ichi. Just let it go,” Grimmjow ground out, his breathing becoming labored as he worked to drive them both over the edge.
            Ichigo whimpered, a particularly hard thrust to his prostate becoming his undoing. His eyes widened and Grimmjow’s name tore from his lips, his back arching as he spilled himself all over Grimm’s hand and his own stomach.
            Grimmjow’s own orgasm followed soon after, when the tightness from his lovers orgasm became too much. His lips found Ichigo’s, kissing him with a load groan as Ichigo’s body milked him of his seed. Grimmjow collapsed onto Ichigo, both of them still riding out their bliss.
            When their breathing evened out, Grimmjow shifted his weight back to his arms and knees as he extracted himself from Ichigo. He squeezed the hand that he still held and looked down into Ichigo’s warm chocolate eyes. He could see it there, the emotion that had overcome them during their coupling.
            He leaned down and kissed Ichigo’s lips softly, tipping his chin so they were nose to nose when he pulled away. His stomach fluttered nervously but his voice was strong when he looked back into those chocolate depths and said, “I love you, Ichigo.”
            A smile that nearly broke his heart stretched across Ichigo’s face.
            “I love you too, Grimmjow.”
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