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Warrior	By : NeemaAdaeze Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 6033 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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So, yeah, 'True Blood' is already finished and then I have to wait until my other favorite drama 'Boardwalk Empire' starts again. I need to know what happened after Nucky gunned down Jimmy! My sister doesn't believe he's dead but I know, considering he was shot point blank in the head in season finale!
Here's what happened in the finale: Bill became a blood god; Andy became a father to a quadruple half-fairies; Eric and Sookie took over the Vampire Authority headquarters until Bill became a blood god; Alcide became the Alpha Male; Sam and Luna saved her daughter; and Bill became a blood god. Oh, did I mention that Bill became a blood god? That final part was amazing! I can't wait for the next year!
Warrior by Boogermeister
Chapter 17- Under The Full Moon
Under the somewhat gloomy grey sky, the village of the Viromandui tribe were preparing for their harvest festival. They were used to the drabby weather but they were happy organizing for a large feast, as the hunting tournament was going under way. Mingling near the edge of the forest, many hunters of various ages were preparing for the event of the day either sharpening their weapons or marking theirs face with paint as if preparing for battle.
Grimmjow, at the age of seventeen, was already in the body of a man as he absent-mindedly applied bluish war paint just under his eyes and back to his ears. Many of the men was barely paying attention to the son of the late chieftain, though the teen heard a couple of them having to compete against someone like him. It didn't matter to him, as it was his first ever time participating in this event. He glanced up to notice the village girls talking among themselves with the occasional giggles. He smirked a little, he had seen four he had slept with in the past week alone and he may sleep with more should he win.
"Grimmjow, quit gawking at the ladies. It's bad enough that you already deflowered half of the village's females." Grimmjow frowned playfully and rolled his eyes at his friend Yylfordt, who was sharpening his sword with a special stone. "And you need to get serious, this is the only way you can prove yourself as a warrior."
"I thought being in battle proves yourself as a warrior, Yylfordt," smirked Grimmjow. "Hunting's just something we do everyday."
"Not if it involves integrity and recognition," his friend replied. "Something that you need considering that you're the son of the 'Feared King'...." Grimmjow just scoffed but that much was true. Leading up to the harvest, many of the villagers kept speculating about his skills more or less, much to the other men's disgruntled opinions. The blunet had noticed some who were glancing at him with wariness and a bit of contempt. But he could care less, as he wasn't exactly like his father. He had learned how to use weapons by himself for years and his bravery was often noted by the elders as well as some of the village girls.
"Ah, um, Grimmjow...." Grimmjow turned to notice a girl no more than sixteen years old approaching him. She was blushing mainly out of anxiety as as she fiddled with her fingers. "U-um, I just want to say that um, good luck on your hunt...."
"Aw, that's good to know," smirked Grimmjow, flashing his pearly white teeth. The girl's blush deepened but giggled as she ran back to her friends who also giggled. "Nice to know that the women are on my side," he smirked.
"Unlike our other contenders," Yylfordt commented. As expected, the other warriors gave him the brief yet heated glares on him. But Grimmjow wasn't worried as he ignored them, as he noticed his mother walking up to him. He frowned a little, when he then noticed bow and arrows in her hands.
"Mother.... what're you doing?" he frowned.
"Well, I have to catch dinner, since my son had forgotten to do so for the past couple of days," Rhiannon replied with a light smirk. "What've you been doing to get distracted?"
"Nothing, I've just been preparing for this event, that's all," he sighed.
"Oh, and judging by your admirers, I say you're very well prepared," she joked, glancing over at the group of girls nearby. She glanced back at him and her gaze lightened as she reached up to caress at his painted face. "A splitting image of your father, and maybe just as good with the sword."
"No, I will be better, Mother," smirked Grimmjow. "I'm sure that's what Father had wanted out of me. That's the point of my bloodline, there can be only one sucessor in every generation."
"Hmm.... I believe that's true," smiled Rhiannon.
"Lady Rhiannon, I'm sorry but we must leave now," smiled Yylfordt before turning to Grimmjow. "Grimmjow, let's go."
"All right.... I'll see you tonight, Mother," smiled Grimmjow, leaning to plant a soft kiss on her forehead. "I promise to catch a giant buck for you, all right?"
"I believe so, my son...." she smiled lightly. Grimmjow nodded as he turned to the forest, securing his long sword onto his belt before catching up to his friend.
"Heh, like a whelp still suckling on the she-wolf's teats," his friend laughed lightly, earning an annoyed punch to the shoulder.
"Shut it, I just like to look after my mother, she's my only family," he huffed.
"I know, I know...."
Grimmjow groaned a little before his eyes finally peeked open. He inhaled to the deep scent of water, and he blinked to look up that it was raining rather hard. He yawned loudly and sat up to scratch through his hair. A week had passed since the last game and since he decided to kiss Ichigo, who had admitted to have feelings for him. Also, the Gaul himself found out that he had feelings for his master. Ichigo's personality was what one of the reason he found alluring, the other was that he had fallen for a male. So far, they hadn't done anything much since the kiss, but occassionally he would notice the teen blushing whenever they would see each other.
Luckily, Nel didn't really notice much of their reaction to one another. Either the woman was too busy with the chores to figure it out, or that she was truly ignorant to even notice it. As he got up from his bed, Grimmjow glanced up to notice Ichigo stepping into his room. The teen's ankle was fully healed now as he walked up to him with ease, with a folded tawny-colored wool fabric in his arms. "Morning, Grimmjow," he smiled lightly with a slight blush on his face.
"Heh, hey there, kid," smirked Grimmjow.
"You don't really have to call me kid, Grimmjow," Ichigo frowned lightly, but the Gaul merely shrugged as he chuckled a little.
"It's force of habit, it's hard to let it go," he smirked. "So what's that you got there?"
"Oh, right.... a new cloak for you for the coming season," replied the teen. "You can tell by the weather outside that it will keep raining for the next few months, more or less."
"Ah, thanks, kid," nodded Grimmjow as he took the folded cloak, his fingers touched over his master's arms and hands. Ichigo shivered a little from the touch, and he blushed again as he looked away to smile. "So what's the point? Are we going somewhere today?" he asked.
"No, it's too dreary to leave the house," he shook his head.
"Then what can we do, since I can't go to the ludus today....?" Grimmjow asked. "Do we.... can we go back to teaching you sword-fighting?" Ichigo blinked at that, they hadn't done that in while, considering that he had an injury and Grimmjow was too busy practicing with Renji for that final fight. "You sure you're up for it, or your ankle's still aching you?"
"No, no, I'm good but...." Ichigo sighed, searching for the right words around.
"Hmm, what is it?" Grimmjow asked as he gazed at him.
"Well...."
"Ichigo, breakfast's already for you....!" Nel's called out, nearly startling the teen as she stepped into Grimmjow's room. "Something's the matter, Ichigo? I though you already gave him the cloak," she frowned in slight confusion when she glanced at him.
"Oh, I did," Ichigo nodded with a slight smile. "Thanks, Nel, I'll be right up there shortly."
"Okay, Ichigo," nodded Nel, though she was a little unsure to believe it as she left. Ichigo sighed deeply, as the same fleeting thoughts kept rolling in his mind. He wondered if Nel was feeling a little suspicious about something considering his constancy with Grimmjow, who just blinked in slight confusion.
".... Guess we can wait until after breakfast, Grimmjow," he smiled sheepishly at him. "Come on--" He turned to leave, but stiffened out of reflex when the slave was suddenly behind him. "Grimmjow....?" he muttered, nearly shivering from feeling the body heat so close to him as Grimmjow leaned to nuzzle through his hair.
"Hm, you smell good...." he rumbled softly.
....What?
"Was that supposed to be a compliment, Grimmjow?" Ichigo frowned at him but the Gaul chuckled and he shivered at the sound reverberating deep from his chest. Almost every little thing he noticed since the kiss seemed to multiply to the point of anxiety.
"I don't know, but you just smell good," he smirked.
"Like how....?" he questioned.
"It's kind of sweet, like apples and honey," he sighed, inhaling the intriguing scent from the blushing teen.
"R-really....? I've never noticed that on me," mumbled Ichigo.
"Me either," smirked Grimmjow, chuckling again before he stepped away. "Fine then, we'll go back to sparring later, okay?"
"Oh, okay, Grimmjow," Ichigo smiled a little as they left the room, trying not to fluster as much as possible. But he was too distracted to notice that he was being stared at by Orihime when he was walking up the stairs. The young girl was about to say good morning to him but her voice fell when she saw Grimmjow following closely behind.
She blinked in light confusion, until recently Grimmjow could care less about the teen master. But now they seemed like close friends. She sighed softly, she was hoping to catch Ichigo just to make small talks, as that was the only thing she could do with him without blushing too much. It was safe to say that she had been more than grateful being friends with him, ever since they were twelve. When her older brother died with a huge debt and she was forced into slavery, but it didn't take long until the teen's family brought her in and she and Ichigo quickly became friends.
But now, even though she was a Roman citizen, her status diminished due to her enslavement. And yet.... she couldn't help but feel a romantic attraction for her friend/master. Maybe it was because of a fact that he was a kind teen who had never wrongly treated his servants, but she wasn't sure but didn't really care. Although, she hadn't really openly talked to him about it, something that she didn't want to ruin their friendship.
"Oh well...." Orihime sighed with a shrug.
(Blood and Sand)
Despite of the air being cooled down by the heavy rain, Ichigo felt beads of sweat trickling down his face as he panted for breath. It seemed that the last fight had somehow increased Grimmjow's strength, and he can't seem to get through to him for the past few hours as he used the wooden sword for leverage. "What're you thinking about, kid?" Grimmjow questioned, barely breaking a sweat as he blinked at the teen. ".... If it's about the past days we missed on sparring, it might be because of your sprained ankle that made you a little weak," he pointed out, much to Ichigo's frowning.
"Hey, that can't be true....!" he frowned but it sounded like he was pouting, and Grimmjow couldn't help but smirk.
"Well, you were sitting around to let it heal, that has to be true," he chuckled. "I think now we gotta start back to the beginning, don't you think so?"
"But.... I already learned the basic techniques, Grimmjow!" Ichigo frowned at him. "Is there a reason why I should?"
"Trust me, re-learning how to fight can make you stronger than before," smirked Grimmjow. "May I remind you that I was already a warrior before learning how to be a gladiator?" Ichigo frowned at him, but sighed heavily as he rolled his shoulders and braced himself. "Are you ready now, kid?"
"Yeah," nodded Ichigo, just before charging at him. Grimmjow grunted a little when he parried against him, feeling his master's strength coming back as Ichigo then moved back to strike again. "Ah...!" Ichigo gasped in surprise when Grimmjow suddenly counterattacked, the muscles in his right arm tensed as he swung twice at him. He flinched when he felt of his tunic being grabbed, before the fake blade was pressed against his neck.
".... Just as I thought, we need to do this all over again," smirked Grimmjow, watching Ichigo's surprised expression. "Am I right about that, kid?"
"Tch, must you be....?" Ichigo finally frowned. But his face tingled when the Gaul leaned close to him, almost enough for their lips to make contact. But Grimmjow smirked again as he let him go, only to ruffle him on his hair.
"Come on.... I think you gotta put your defenses up a little more than that, I could've 'killed' you right there," he remarked.
"Sh-shut up....!" Ichigo tried to scowl, but his blush deepened when Grimmjow laughed. "I'll just try again, okay....!" he huffed.
"Aw, did I do something wrong....?" smirked Grimmjow.
"Shut up....!" he scowled in annoyance. Like before, he charged at him with his wooden weapon raised. Grimmjow just smirked and readied himself to do another counterattack. But Ichigo ducked from the Gaul's swing and finally struck him in the side. Grimmjow grunted from surprise rather than pain from the strike, but reacted quickly as he then moved back to make his own attack. It seemed that egging the teen on was making him quick as before, as Ichigo parried against his slave.
"Shit, thought you'd be a little slow after a couple of weeks of sitting your ass around," he teased.
"Stop that, you know I am not weak....!" Ichigo scowled, though his tone wasn't filled with annoyance and anger anymore but mostly out of boldness as he was determined to get back to form. He noticed Grimmjow taking a step back and internally smirked as he took the opportunity to make another strike.
"You left an opening, kid!" sneered Grimmjow.
"Huh?" Before Ichigo could register, his slave suddenly and easily smacked the sword away. He didn't have a time to react when Grimmjow grabbed at his wrist and spun him around, pinning him close to his strong body with his iron grip on his arm. His other arm was rendered useless by Grimmjow's bear hug-like wrap around his torso, as he realized what had just happened. "Wha-- shit! How the hell did you do that?" Ichigo gasped in disbelief.
"Heh, surprised, aren't you....?" chuckled Grimmjow.
"That's not funny....!" Ichigo scowled in total annoyance, squirming in the tight grip. "Let me go, Grimmjow!"
"No way.... you're my victim now, you already lost," he smirked as he tightened his hold on him. "You came on too strong, therefore you made yourself open. You should really use your eyes and brain for every second of the battle, or else you'll be a hostage to an enemy army." Ichigo frowned at that, but under the teasing tone he was right. He did rush in without knowing the consenquences. As a soldier, he would have lost his life in a situation like this.
"Fine, lesson learned," he huffed and sagged his shoulders down. "Now.... can you let go of me?"
".... No," Grimmjow replied very simply.
"Ah! Oh, come on....!" Ichigo scowled in irritated and quickly went back struggling, much to the blunet's amusement. "Stop it, Grimmjow! Just let me go--" But his ranting fell short as he suddenly felt Grimmjow nuzzling into his neck, the blood in his veins froze the moment he could feel the man's warm breath on him. He knew what Grimmjow was feeling, but in a place where anybody could see him being this close to his master-- like in his own home, it wasn't something he wished for this to be happening. ".... Don't, Grimmjow," sighed Ichigo.
Grimmjow nearly stiffened by his now calm tone, but continued nuzzling into the soft smooth skin. "I can't help it.... you really smell good, kid," he rumbled.
"You've forgotten that we're in the house of my father.... and you've also forgotten that our servants could walk by at anytime, Grimmjow," Ichigo muttered, as he stared down at the very strong arm that was holding him back.
"That's true...." Grimmjow rumbled. "But considering my personality, I often like to take risks...." Proving the point, his tongue stuck out to roughly lick alongside his throat. That made Ichigo shiver, his face went red with uncertainty yet mortification from the action.
"N-no, stop that....!" he gasped, but he shivered again as he felt something firm pressing the center of his lower back. Grimmjow seemed to notice it as welll, as he was the one who was causing it but he gave off an unusually bashful chuckle.
"Sorry.... guess that now I'm around you since the admission, my body's reacting as if I'm attracted to a woman," he murmured sheepishly, again his warm breath tingled against the teen's neck. "Actually, this has been going on for a while, but having you against me feels better than in my dreams."
"A-ah....! Wait a minute, what're you saying?" Ichigo questioned in disbelief, trying to turn his head to look at him. But the Gaul smirked once again, enjoying the interesting sensation tingling throughout his body. "Please, Grimmjow...." he sighed. "This is really not good...."
"Hm? What do you mean?"
".... Just let me go, Grimmjow," he frowned.
"But--"
"Uh, what're you two doing....?" Grimmjow instantly startled as did Ichigo, who nearly gasped when his trapped body was suddenly whirled around when the older man meant to do it himself. "Are you guys still fighting? I assume you would be done by now," one of Ichigo's sister, Yuzu, asked innocently as she stared at the two. Clearly, she didn't seem to really realize that her brother was being constricted by their powerful slave.
"Ah, Yuzu--" Ichigo gasped, but Grimmjow let off a humorous chuckle.
"Actually, I was showing your brother here how not to charge ahead against a potential enemy," he smirked. "And as the enemy, I'm holding him captive. That's the lesson that he had failed a moment ago, isn't that right, kid?"
"Ohh....! I get it now!" she smiled in acknowledgement as she nodded. "So Ichigo has to know how to do it again until he gets it right!"
"Yeah, that's right," smirked Grimmjow before finally letting go of Ichigo, who let out a relieving breath. He didn't realize that his limbs were feeling numb until he felt the blood rushing straight back to his fingers and toes with a tingling aftermath. Knowing that, Ichigo frowned in annoyance as he glared at the smirking Gaul. "Well.... I supposed we could take a short break, unless I could get me another student right now," he shrugged, practically ignoring the stare. "Maybe you could be a substitute for a while, don't you think?" he asked the little girl, who blinked in utter surprise.
"Wha-- that can't be! Girls shouldn't play with swords!" she stammered in a mix of disbelief and confusion. "You honestly believe that I could do such a thing....?"
"Yeah, Grimmjow....! Roman women are not like your kind, it's different here than in your village," Ichigo said. Grimmjow seemed to get it, but he smirked again as he shook his head.
"I only suggested it should in case you and I cannot protect this villa from any enemy," he replied. "Sometimes it's more attractive if a female could hold her own, that's my opinion."
"Oh, you would like that, wouldn't you, right?" Ichigo frowned with a hint of miff in his voice. Grimmjow's smirk lessened a little, but for once stayed quiet as he bent down to pick up the wooden that had dropped out of Ichigo's hand earlier.
"We'll try again later, then," he sighed as he stood straight up. "I'm gonna find something to eat...." He turned to leave, going to the stairs leading to the slave's rooms. Ichigo blinked at that; it wasn't like he was truly affronted about Grimmjow's comments. Just that.... Grimmjow was obviously new to this form of relationship, so he didn't really have much of a choice to compare to other than women. But being compared to a female would insult a Roman man's honor, something that Ichigo found that rather bothersome.
"Ichigo....?" Yuzu called out, catching his attention as she walked up to him. "Is something wrong?"
"No, no.... I'm a bit worn out from the sparring, that's all," he sighed.
"Oh.... I wonder why he suggested about girls like me should pick up weapons," she said, her tone now full of curiosity. "Was he that used to seeing them like that? I suppose he wouldn't want a girl who would be seen as 'weak'...."
"Wow, I never expected to hear something so intelligent out of you, Yuzu," Ichigo remarked, though her comments were a bit farther from the truth now.
"Maybe he needs a girl to spend time with!" she suggested. "He prefers one with strength, right? Maybe he should be with Nel, since she's strong enough!" That suggestion made Ichigo cringe in more ways than one, mostly in humor as he choked out a laughter.
"They don't even like each other, Yuzu!" he laughed. "I'm sure Nel would rather become a virgin priestess at the Temple of Vesta than ever courting with Grimmjow! As far as I'm concerned....!"
"Oh, Ichigo....!" pouted his sister.
"Oh well.... guess we'll never know...." Ichigo smiled as he laughter died down. Realization came back to him, he would indeed never know whether or not Grimmjow will go to another female. "Hey, let me know when lunch is done, okay? I'll go and see if Grimmjow is feeling okay," he said, nodding as he went for the stairs. Due to the heavy weather, a few torches were already lit in the underground area as he moved to Grimmjow's room, where the slave seemingly glowered at the small window as raindrops were splashing through it.
"Damn it.... it's soaking the matress," he grumbled as he scratched through his hair, but Ichigo smirked a little and stepped closer.
"You could move your bed, if that's the case," he smiled and Grimmjow looked over his shoulder to notice him.
"Oh... guess that would make sense," he sighed as he moved to one end of the wooden bedframe. With such ease, he picked it up and dragged it to the adjacent wall. ".... Is there something we need to talk about, Ichigo?"
"Ah, it's about what you mentioned earlier, about having a strong mate," he replied rather sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "I wasn't really mad about you saying that.... you only find women attractive when they're strong and can fend for themselves. I could understand that something like this is new to you."
Grimmjow just blinked at him but nodded, walking up to him but paused to plop himself down on the chair. "Being compared to a female irked you or something, kid?"
"What do you think, Grimmjow?" Ichigo questioned with a slight frown. But Grimmjow chuckled, though it wasn't really a humorous tone. "I know what you're thinking, that because of this relationship I'm considered the 'female'?"
"And you think I am?" he questioned with a raised eyebrow, and his master's frown deepened in a awkward manner. He really couldn't imagine Grimmjow submitting to him in that manner. "I don't know what you're thinking about, but I'm not like Renji. I like him as a fellow fighter, but he's a little nutty for submitting to that scrawny guy of his master."
"Shut up...." Ichigo huffed, but again another awkward image popped up in his head. This time it was hard to mentally see that red-head acting coy and sedcutive for Byakuya. "Tch, I think you're right about that. I never thought of that before," he frowned in realization.
"Exactly," Grimmjow then smirked at him. "So what....? What brought this up, are you.... a bit curious about fuck--"
"Don't say 'fucking', it sounds a bit appalling to hear it out loud," frowned the teen.
"Then what else is there to call it? I could say that we should 'know' each other a little bit more, as my mother used to say," he chuckled. Ichigo wanted to roll his eyes at him but had his dignity not to and just shook his head.
"As much as I am curious, I really don't wish to do something like that...." he sighed. "At least until I am certain of it or something."
"So you would be willing to fuck," concluded Grimmjow as he continued smirking. "As a person who is still 'innocent', I could understand that."
"Shut it...." Ichigo scoffed, but he stiffened a little when he noticed the older man reaching underneath the small table next to him. He then realized that Grimmjow had pulled out the folded lion pelt he had received from battling animals. "Hm, what's that for?" he asked.
"I feel like napping, wake me up if you're feeling to train again," sighed Grimmjow as he stood up and strolled back to his bed, unfurling the pelt to cover the damp mattress.
"Wait a minute, Grimmjow...." Ichigo said, stepping up to him. "You mentioned something about your dreams," he said and Grimmjow blinked at that but smirked a little. "So.... were you dreaming about me?"
"More or less, but it was mostly colors," smirked Grimmjow. "But, it was just your hair and eye colors I only dreamt of. I don't think I'm close enough to dream about you in person, though, but it had been persistent for the past few weeks."
"So, are you saying that you were having feelings before you kissed me, Grimmjow?" he questioned.
"More like just after you've kissed me," he said with a light smirk. "It seemed like it only enhanced my feelings towards you, kid. There is no doubt about that."
"So...." Ichigo muttered, blush tingled at his cheeks as he took a step closer. "Thess feelings you have, it involves getting.... 'excited' every time you're around me?"
"Hmm, you could say that...." Grimmjow replied with such a rumbling tone of his voice. Ichigo heard each syllable so differently from before, wondering how his voice went from irritating and scruffy to husky and almost animalistic. Somehow he vaguely remembered those women in the small arena acting lustful about him. Now he believed he was feeling the same way, as he stared at the sharp caculating eyes.
".... Can.... can I touch it, Grimmjow?" he asked so softly, that Grimmjow blinked in total surprise and stared down at the teen.
"I don't think I catch that.... what did you say, kid?" he questioned in surprise. But Ichigo's face was beet-red and started to fidget with his fingers as he gazed down.
"I mean.... I'm just a bit curious about it, but.... I never touch another man's...." he mumbled meekly. Grimmjow frowned a bit but quirked an eyebrow in understanding as he then smirked.
"You want to touch it.... is that what you're saying?" he asked. Ichigo gave a brief nod, and the Gaul couldn't help but chuckle about it. Quite actually, he found it interesting that his master was acting shy about it, something he wouldn't mind teasing him about it. But for now, he leaned close to him and ruffled through his hair.
"There's nothing wrong with that, kid," he smirked. "You could back away from this now, you don't really have to do this." Ichigo glanced at him in slight surprise and wanted to say no, but his gaze flickered back down when he noticed Grimmjow moving his hand down to grasp at the hem of his tunic. He felt an awkward shiver as he watched the woolly fabric being pulled up slowly until his eyes widened slightly at the exposed sight. He had felt Grimmjow's arousal pressing against his back earlier, but now the Gaul wasn't exactly 'excited' as he had expected.
But he had never thought that it appeared.... well, considering his height and built, Grimmjow would be above average as he stared at the flaccid endowment. "Uh, wow...." Ichigo managed to utter out, and Grimmjow chuckled softly in response.
"Don't stare at it, I'm just as nervous," he smirked. "Come on, kid.... either you do it or you don't, it's up to you." Ichigo's frown tightened but nodded a little. He had never done this before, and high level of anxiety was eating at him. Biting his bottom lip, he took a brief glance at Grimmjow, before taking a deep breath.
With a bit of hesitation, his hand slowly reached out and grasped it. He nearly flinched at the touch of it, even though it was no different than touching his own. However, he almost shivered when he felt the tough muscles underneath the silky smooth skin twitching in his hand. Grimmjow nearly growled but suppressed it down, instead he let out a strong exhale as his free hand gripped at his teen master's shoulder. Ichigo was not so inexperienced with the male anatomy, but it was obvious that he was nervous for doing such a thing.
"Nghh...." Ichigo mumbled meekly, he could feel the Gaul getting aroused but slowly as his hand attempted to stroke it. Heat was filling up his cheeks and ears as he breathed heavily, this was so new to him. "Grimmjow...." he breathed, earning a deep rumbling from the older man's chest. ".... I'm sorry, this is a bit too nervous for me," he muttered, quickly moving his hand away.
"Shit...." Grimmjow sighed, but it wasn't out of pure disappointment. Well, it was partially disappointment but he understood as he nodded and covered himself up. "Damn it, kid, next time you need to go through with your plan. You can't play around with me like that," he joked.
"S-sorry about that, Grimmjow...." he mumbled. But Grimmjow just smirked as his hands moved to settle at the teen's side, feeling the firm muscles at the waist.
"I actually like this side of you, though," he smirked. "You're bold yet sheepish at the same time, like a young wolf anxious for his first hunt. But now the young wolf's eager with the more experienced beast.... who can be even more eager and possibly even more dangerous." Ichigo trembled slightly as the Gaul leaned down to kiss him, his expert tongue slipping through his surprised lips.
The teen leveled himself by grasping at the front of his slave's tunic, nearly moaning when he kissed back. But the action was short-lived, as Grimmjow pulled away and took a deep breath. "I almost forgot that we're in your house...." he sighed deeply.
"Oh, right.... that's right," Ichigo realized with a sheepish smile. "I, uh, I'm gonna see if food's ready for lunch, then we'll resume back to sword-training. Is that.... all right with you, Grimmjow?" he asked as he turned to leave.
"Of course, kid, I don't see why not," smirked, plopping onto the bed. "I need to do something to pass the time, anyway." Ichigo nodded with a small smile, before leaving the room. His cheeks was still tingling from events moments earlier, but taking deep breaths to calm himself down. He didn't want to be seen blushing over things he cannot explain.
(Blood and Sand)
It was another day of rain, though the drops lightened into a drizzle. Grimmjow wondered if he could leave the villa to train at the ludus, after waking up. As he scratched through his hair, he yawned and got off his bed, his nose wiggling to the smell of fresh food being cooked. He left his room, mind set on hunger as he ambled out of the quarters. He noticed Nel coming out of the kitchen as soon as he turned to it, but he frowned when he saw her carrying said food on a large tray.
"Don't.... these are for the family, if that's you're thinking," she chastised him.
"Shit, then where's my food, woman?" he asked.
"It's not my problem," she shrugged as she walked away. Grimmjow grumbled at her attitude, he didn't get why she was so prejudiced against him despite being of the same land. Then again, he hadn't really liked her since day one, as their first impressions towards one another was far less than pleasant. He managed to snag a loaf and some apples to eat as he went back to his room. As his sharp teeth crunched into the fruit settling by his small table, he wondered about yesterday's events.
Many times, he would get aroused easily when females touched him. But with Ichigo, his body managed to curb itself down when the teen fondled him, as if he wanted to savor the moment for a little while longer. Maybe he was internally wondering what it would be like to be even more intimate with him. He hadn't exactly seen Ichigo's body being bared and up close at that, but he could tell that he was lithe but had some firm muscles, so that would be new to him as he was used to laying against the soft curves of the other gender. Taking out of his thoughts, his stomach growled despite of him already finishing his fruits and was halfway through his bread.
He sullenly cursed Nel for going away with dishes full of meat and eggs, but not for long as Ichigo soon came in. The scent of cooked food invaded his nose and he turned his head to notice the teen holding a dish of breakfast. "Ah, I had a feeling that you wanted this type of food, Grimmjow...." Ichigo smiled sheepishly. "I knew because Nel was frowning and muttering about some beast eating everything in sight."
"Is that right? Give it here," smirked Grimmjow. The moment he was handed the plate, he gobbled the still warm food of leftover meat and scrambled eggs. Picking up a slice of poultry to chomp on, the Gaul quirked an eyebrow when he heard Ichigo laughing a little and he glanced at him. "What?" he asked.
"Nothing, it's just that I remembered you eating like a starved mad man the first time you came here," smiled Ichigo. Grimmjow smirked back and resumed finishing his meal.
"Feels like a long time," he remarked. "So now what....? I can go back to the ludus today, kid?"
"I've gotten the message from Urahara earlier this morning, we can afford another free day," he shrugged. "But for now, we could do errands for the villa."
"Meaning, I have to lug shit around with that woman, right?" questioned Grimmjow with a light frown.
"Nel will do her own thing, while you and Chad can manage with the heavy stuff," Ichigo explained. "I doubt it'll take long, and we can go back to training, is that right?" Grimmjow sighed but shrugged as he licked his fingers cleaned. Ichigo was getting better with yesterday's lessons, and he would like to teach him more. Along with the thought of the subtle form of intimacy they had experienced, he couldn't wait for today's lessons.
"As long as I don't have to deal with that woman," he sighed, but Ichigo smiled just the same.
"At least you have a reason to wear your cloak," he replied before leaving the room. "I'll see you later, Grimmjow...." Grimmjow smirked lightly and got up, moving to his bed where the folded cloak were stashed underneath. It didn't feel heavy in his hands as he unfurled it but it was big enough to cover his body. After putting it on, he walked through the villa to the front entrance, where Ichigo and Chad were waiting with the teen giving a written parchment to the servant. "Chad, here.... you're the only one of the two who can do this part," explained Ichigo, and Grimmjow frowned the moment he heard that last part.
"Rub it in, kid," he frowned lightly at him. "I'd see how you like it if you live in my region."
"Heh, if we spend as much time teaching you our language as our training, I would've given the list to you," Ichigo smiled.
"Tch, you got me there," Grimmjow sighed, pulling the hood over his head. "It won't take long, will it?" he asked.
"If you guys finished all of the tasks, it wouldn't," replied the teen. "Don't worry, Grimmjow. The sooner you finish up, the sooner we can go back to training, okay?" Grimmjow blinked at that but smirked, as the front doors opened.
"Fine...." he smirked, before he and the Spainard left the villa, light rain drops pricked at their faces. He really wanted to get back to his master as soon as possible.
(Blood and Sand)
"Hahh.... of all of the slaves in the house, why do I have to do the errands?" grumbled Renji, his expression scrunched up in annoyance at today's weather as the light drizzle hit his face. It seemed that because he often spared with Grimmjow, was he was tasked to deliver the message to Grimmjow and Ichigo, as the teen master was the only one who can read the mail.
"I swear, I better get something out of my master for doing this," sighed Renji as he made his way through the marketplace of the city, his cloak shielding his bright red hair from the rain as he wasn't bothered by the passerbys. As he made turns through the streets and allyways, he blinked when he noticed a hulking figure loitering by the butcher's shop. It only took a second to notice Grimmjow's face hiding underneath that hooded cloak. "Oh, perfect...." he sighed in relief before stepping forward. "Hey, Grimmjow....!" he called out.
Sure enough, Grimmjow looked up to notice Renji walking up to him with a grin on his face. He smirked back in greeting and nodded as he pulled his hood back. "What're you doing here, Renji? You're doing an errand for you master?" he asked.
"Yes, and it involves you," smiled Renji. "I have a message for Ichigo, since I've heard that you can't read the Roman language. But most slaves aren't allowed to read the messages, anyway."
"Shut up.....but can you at least tell me the message if it involves me?" sighed Grimmjow. At that, Renji's grin lessened as he stepped closer to him, crossing his arms across his chest.
".... It's about that friend of yours, Grimmjow," he muttered quietly, and the Gaul's eyes widened in surprise.
"What's wrong, did something happen over there?" he questioned in an alarming tone.
"Calm down.... he's still alive, if that's what you're thinking," he sighed. "But he's still in Alexandria, that's actually the bad news. Seems that the shipping over there has been delayed for some time. From what my master had heard, there had been a couple of storms at sea and the shippers couldn't risk having their goods destroyed."
"Is that what are they calling enslaved people, nothing but goods to buy and use around....?" frowned Grimmjow, but Renji shook his head.
"Sorry, that's how most Romans see us," he sighed.
"As for your master, didn't he see you like that before?" he asked.
"I doubt it, but he had never mistreated me or the other servants," Renji shrugged but his grin came back as he glanced at him. "Speaking of masters.... how have you been doing with Ichigo?"
"Oh.... well--"
"Grimmjow, you carry this one.... oh, you're here too, Renji," Chad muttered as he stepped out of the shop with large bundles hoisted over his shoulders before he noticed the red-head.
"Hey there, Chad," smiled Renji with a short wave. "I was just talking to Grimmjow about random things. You mind if I can borrow him for a while?"
"Hmm.... if he can this load with him so I can go to another shop," he shrugged.
"Fine," sighed Grimmjow and took the heavy load into his arms.
"Come on, I know a good place to talk," smirked Renji as he nudged him to the streets. "So.... would you prefer a drink or two to loosen you up, Grimmjow? We can go to a pub."
"Sorry.... I'm actually not the type to drink," he replied. "My mother believes that wine hinders a warrior's ability to fight in battle, that's how she persuaded my father to stop."
"You're kidding me," he scoffed in disbelief before smirking again. "Oh well.... then I suppose I can take you somewhere else."
"Like what exactly?" the Gaul inquired. But Renji said nothing as he led him around the marketplace. Despite of the weather, there were vendors everywhere in one street in particular. Grimmjow saw various Romans browsing through them and buying materials, until the other man tugged at his cloak to lead him to one stand. "Hm? What're you doing, Renji?" he frowned at him.
"I just wanna see if you're really willing to go through with this involving Ichigo," he smiled with mischief. "Tell me what happened with you two. Did you two discuss about him having feelings for you?"
"Oh, that. We actually did, after our fight over a week back," nodded Grimmjow.
"And....?"
"I kissed him, realizing that I also was feeling something about him," he answered. Renji's tattoo'd eyebrows raised in total surprise but his mouth quickly snapped shut as a hint of laughter threatened to come out of his throat. "Huh....? You're laughing at me, idiot?" he frowned.
"I just didn't expect you to move so fast, that's all," he smirked.
"Shut up, I think you did," scoffed Grimmjow.
"Yeah, I really did," grinned Renji, patting him on the arm. "But.... I wonder if you're willing to take this budding relationship to the next level." Grimmjow blinked in surprise, wondering what he meant by that.
"Huh....? Ah, is that you, Renji....?" a wizened merchant behind the stand mumbled, what was left of his yellowed teeth revealed in his grin as he stroked through his grey bread. "What have we here? I doubt that the supply had already used up unless you are being that feisty with your master."
"Huh?" frowned Grimmjow before raising an eyebrow at Renji, who chuckled sheepishly as he shook his head.
"No, that's not it...." he grinned. "I'm doing my friend here a favor, as he is new to this sort of ordeal."
"Hmm, I see...." muttered toothy little man, beady eyes hidden under the bushy brows glancing over at Grimmjow. "I believe I got the perfect product right here.... oh, here it is," he wheezed after reaching underneath the counter and pulled out a little burgundy-colored jar. Grimmjow frowned again, now wondering what was inside that containment.
"Renji, would you mind telling me what is going on here?" he questioned.
"Ah, I was hoping to bring up the subject as gently as possible," grinned Renji. "When my master decided to have a relationship with me, we decided to get this part over with...."
"And what part is that, exactly?" frowned Grimmjow, narrowing his eyes.
"..... Fucking," he finally answered. Grimmjow's frown deepened at that, and for a second he wanted to hit him over the head with the packaged meat in his arms. "Come on, Grimmjow, I'm pretty sure you were feeling something for Ichigo in more ways than one. This is why I brought you here, but.... if you don't want to...."
"It's not that, but this is the kid we're talking about," frowned the blunet. "You've forgotten that he's not a 'true man', and it's hard enough that we're getting used to it. I mean, just yesterday he asked me to touch me.... 'down there'...."
"Wow.... so what was it like?" asked Renji, and Grimmjow scoffed at him.
"You're an imbecile...." he grumbled. But the red-head chuckled. "And what is that, exactly, in it involves fucking?"
"It's a special type of oil, used on your partner to-- let's say you gotta loosen him up before sticking your--"
"Fuck, I get it....!" he scoffed with a surprised frown. "But.... what's the point of this, Renji? I don't think we had gotten that far to do something like that."
"He touched your cock, that's already far enough," smirked Renji. "Come on, Grimmjow. You guys already knew how you feel about one another, it's just easier to get this over with."
"If you say so, but.... what if I do something wrong and it blows up in my face?" frowned Grimmjow.
"I doubt it, since Ichigo's a virgin and you're in a relationship with a guy for the first time," chuckled the red-head. "Just doubt worry about it. As a matter of fact, it's on me. I'll buy the jar for you."
"Really? Are you sure....?" Grimmjow said,
"Uh, yeah, especially since much of your winnings are going for your friend stuck at Egypt," laughed Renji, only to laugh again when the Gaul frowned at him. "What? You know it's true," he smiled, taking out a silver coin along with a few bronze ones to pay the old man. "Here you go. Can't have anybody know about it, though."
"....Thanks," sighed Grimmjow, with his hands full Renji tied the bagged product onto the belt of his tunic. "Again, if this blows up in my face, I'll cut off your manhood and shove it down your throat."
"Heh, good luck facing my master's wrath," smiled Renji. By now, the rain had slowly stopped as grey clouds were dispersing. "I'll see back you at the ludus, Grimmjow.... oh, and I almost forgot about this," he said, stuffing the letter into Grimmjow's hands. "See you later."
Grimmjow nodded, putting up a small smile of appreciation. "Later, Renji...." he sighed as he turned to leave. Renji watched him with a humorous grin on his face, he wondered how it will turn out for him and Ichigo. Thinking about it, he turned to go back home. He couldn't wait to go back to his master, wondering if he could persuade him for a round or two of 'alone time'.
(Blood and Sand)
Waiting like his patient dog beside him, Ichigo hung around by the fountain with the wooden swords in his hands. The rain had already stopped, showing a glimpse of the reddish sky behind the curtain of greyish pink clouds, and that made the teen frown a little. Grimmjow and Chad had been gone all day, he had assumed that the errands would be done a little past noon. Maybe they were having trouble doing them, even though two strong men like them could easily do it.
"Hmm...." he sighed before glancing down at Zangetsu, who wagged his tail over the brief attention. "Where could Grimmjow be, huh, Zangetsu?" he asked rhetorically. "He certainly couldn't be taking this long, so what's he doing?" His pet answered with soft assuring whine, rubbing his snout at Ichigo's hands. Ichigo smiled and leaned down to pet him. "You're bored, boy? Maybe we can play for the time being...." he muttered, looking around to see if there was a spare stick in the garden.
But he glanced down at the wooden swords and an amused smirk lit up his face. They were no different than sticks, anyway. "Hey, Zangetsu....! Zangetsu, wanna get this?" he playfully goaded, holding up one. "Wanna get the stick? You want it, huh?" The usually old dog yelped in subtle excitement and bounded next to his master as Ichigo waved it around. "Come on, come on....! Get it!" he smiled as he tossed it into the hallway.
"Woof....!" Zanagetsu barked out and went after it, instantly snagging it up. Like a royal dog he was, he wagged his tail as he trotted up to him before Ichigo took the sword.
"Come on, again....! Catch!" he smiled, tossing it again. But as soon as it clattered against the hallway floor and Zangetsu went after it, the weapon landed precisely in front of Grimmjow's feet the moment the Gaul finally came back with a large bundle of meat in his arms. Ichigo's grin faltered for a second when he noticed him, but Grimmjow smirked as he glanced down at the dog picking up and wagging his tail at him.
"Using weapons as a dog's toy, that sounds smart," he chuckled.
"Shut up, you were taking so long with your errands that I got bored," frowned Ichigo. But Grimmjow chuckled again as he walked up to him, and the teen noticed a folded letter in his hand. "What's that?" he asked.
"Renji saw me in the city and gave me this message," Grimmjow replied, his grin lessened at the mention of it. "He told me that my friend's stuck in Alexandria for the time being, so I might have to wait longer for him."
"Oh, okay...." nodded Ichigo as he took the letter anyway. "We'll going back to practicing soon, right?"
"Of course, considering that you stoop that low to have your pet as a sparring partner," he joked, enjoying the look on his master's annoyed face.
"Tch, just hurry up so we can train," he huffed. Grimmjow smirked as he sauntered into the kitchen to drop the load for the servants to fix dinner. He then walked downstairs to go to his room to take off his cloak. His hand accidently brushed the covered jar tied to his belt, and he realized that he had almost forgotten about it. Taking it off, Grimmjow held up object sealed with a leather covering and stared at it for a moment.
Even with the cover, he could smell a hint of spiciness in the jar. Even though he nearly grimaced at Renji's attempted explanation, he understood the use of the oil. It was obvious that males can't get naturally wet plus they didn't possess the women's needed anatomy for sex. That would only leave one place, and that was something he hadn't ventured before.... Hiding it within the folds of his cloak, he then hid the clothing underneath the bed. He could worry about that later but for now he wanted to spar with Ichigo before dinner.
Later....
Laying on his side, Zangetsu's light blue eyes shifted back and forth on Grimmjow and Ichigo as they kept switching defense and offense against each other. But the pet had long forgotten about the wooden swords clanking loudly against one another, as the Gaul smirked and parried a few strikes against his master. "Come on, come on....!" he encouraged. "Try to hit me, kid! Another strike or two....!"
"All right!" grinned Ichigo. He stepped forward to swing, but he instantly reacted with a side step the moment the other man counterattacked. The fake blade nearly hit him on the arm as a result, and Ichigo realized it. He was feeling more agile despite of his healed ankle as he eyed at Grimmjow's moves. The Gaul's muscles flexed the second he meant to strike; he leaned back with his right arm raised to block; parried when he moved forward. He found that interesting, and he grinned as he wished to test out his theory.
Sure enough, when he moved to attack, his eyes narrowed at Grimmjow taking a step back. That would be the block, he quickly knew, and ducked down before the older man had a chance to act. "Agh! Shit....!" hissed Grimmjow, mostly out of surprise than pain at the strike on his side, as he stumbled back. "You little sneak! How did you do that?" he scoffed.
"I don't know.... care to find out, Grimmjow?" smirked Ichigo with wicked mischief gleaming in his eyes. Grimmjow blinked at that but sneered with slight interest. He wondered what he was planning, as he moved to attack. He took a brief notice of a flash in Ichigo's eyes, before the teen dodged again as he spun back on his heels. Grimmjow moved quickly to parry, and again Ichigo moved away from his attacks. It felt like a standstill for a moment, as he eyed at his master.
"Seriously, kid, what're you trying to pull off here?" he questioned with amusement, slowly stalking around him. "Are you doing something I don't know, or are you simply fucking with me? Either way, I'm gonna find out anyway."
"Go ahead, because I'm gonna win this round," smirked Ichigo, readying himself to defend. By now, Zangetsu had gotten bored of watching and trotted away to nap somewhere. But Ichigo wasn't worried, as he watched for any sudden movements. "Let's hurry this up, Grimmjow, you're taking too long."
"Oh? Let's see about that, then," grinned Grimmjow. Without hesitation, he jumped at him with his sword raised. As it was second nature to him, Ichigo leaped back from the swing and reacted with a counterattack. Grimmjow narrowed his eyes but was excited of where this was going. Indeed, Ichigo was getting stronger despite of weeks of laying around and nursing his light injury, and was more than eager to get better with his sword skills. He went after him with ferocity, swinging his weapon around again and again. As expected, Ichigo either dodged or parried, so his defenses was good enough.
But he wanted to see his attack one more time, as Grimmjow tried to press his own offense on the teen. "Come on! Fight back, kid....! he grinned. "I wanna see if you can even strike me right in the face!"
"Hah, you would like that!" Ichigo laughed, jumping away the strike aimed directly at his shoulder. He could see it clearly now, wondering if this was how Grimmjow had been seeing it in the arena. Reading out the attacks before it can happen.... And he needed to get the right moment to act. As if the time god Janus made the world slow down for him, he saw it. The faux blade aimed straight at his face, but his eyes saw it differently. Grimmjow's face and torso was completely left open. Without thinking, he dived forward, the wooden sword barely nicking him on the left cheek.
Grimmjow's expression contorted into total surprise. He hadn't expected Ichigo to make an offensive move so suddenly. That was why he was nearly taken aback when the teen grabbed at his wrist out of nowhere, before Ichigo charge at him with his sword raised. "HAHHH....!" he yelled out, striking him across the face.
"Agh!" Grimmjow gritted out, pain exploded in his nose and mouth seconds before he felt blood gushing out. But Ichigo wasn't done, when the Gaul stumbled back, before he whirled on his feet for another strike against the stomach. "Ah! Ahh...!" yelled Grimmjow, only to yelp out again when he fell on his back on the solid floor.
He just couldn't believe it.... Ichigo managed to defeat him, a person who had spent most of his life hunting and killing before becoming a champion gladiator. It was surreal, as he felt Ichigo pressing the fake weapon against his throat. Coughing bits of blood, he peered up at the smirking teen kneeling over him, though he could tell Ichigo was concerned about what he had done.
"Didn't mean to strike you that hard, Grimmjow," he said. "But it looks like I won, right?"
"Shit.... I guess so," Grimmjow answered, his mouth curled back to reveal a wide though bloody grin. "That was great, kid. I'd never believe you can do that."
"R-really?" smiled Ichigo. Grimmjow chuckled as he sat himself up, despite of his bloodied face.
"If I didn't know any better, you'd be a great gladiator with what you just did," he grinned.
"Heh, I can't be that type of warrior, but it's a start," Ichigo smiled in relief.
"Ichigo....! What's going on here?" Nel called out as she came into view, her disapproving glare settled on the two on the floor.
"Oh! Nothing, Nel....!" Ichigo answered, standing up to look at her. "I just managed to beat Grimmjow a moment ago, that's all...."
"You guys are still at it? Gods, hurry up and get clean, dinner will be ready in a little while," sighed Nel.
"All right, sorry about the noise," the teen smiled lightly, but Nel just frowned. Mainly at the sight of Grimmjow's condition as the hulking man stood up.
"And judging by the parcel I was forced to lug around, you don't mind if I can have some meat, right?" Grimmjow questioned.
"Geez.... if I give you some, will you shut up about it?" frowned the woman.
"Maybe," he smirked before going to the garden fountain. Ichigo blinked in slight surprise when he saw him bending down to duck his head into the cool water, while Nel rolled his eyes at the sight.
"Such a brute...." she huffed under her breath. But in Grimmjow's case, he was now cleaned of blood, though his face and hair was now wet as he stood back up and glanced over at the two.
"I'm cleaned now, is that better now?" he scoffed lightly.
"Ah, Nel, don't bother arguing with him right now," sighed Ichigo the moment Nel was about to do so. "I'll take a quick bath, then I'll eat. Is that all right?"
"Fine, Ichigo...." Nel frowned. "But be careful next time, please."
"All right, I'm sorry," he smiled in reassurance. His friend smiled back and nodded, before going to the kitchen. Grimmjow merely quirked an eyebrow when he watched her walking away. Around Ichigo, she acted like more like an older sister rather than a servant to their master. Maybe a little overprotective, considering her looking down on him for messing around with Ichigo.
"Grimmjow, are you all right? I don't think I hit you so hard, did I?" questioned Ichigo, when he walked up to him. But Grimmjow chuckled and shook his head, bits of water dripped from his damp bangs.
"The only thing that had hurt me was my ego, but just a little bit," he grinned. "You definitely taken me by surprise, kid. That was a great move you've pulled."
"Oh, really?" smiled Ichigo, a light blush tingled at his cheeks. "I was just watching what you were doing, so I was trying to use it to my advantage--" His explanation was abruptly cut off, however, when Grimmjow moved to capture his lips. He nearly gasped at the action and attempted to push away, knowing that they were out in the open. But with Grimmjow being daring, the Gaul grasped at his shoulders and licked at his master's lips for another kiss. "Mmh-- Grimmjow! We can't....!" he gasped.
"I know, but I really can't help myself," he rumbled, surpressing a growl down his throat. As soon as he moved away, he eyed at the teen's red tinted face and eyes misty from the brief lust. The sight of him looking like this, so defiant yet yielding to his own feelings, was very tempting to him. He wondered if.... Ichigo was willing to do something what he was thinking about, even though he was concerned about doing it.
"Damn it, Grimmjow...." Ichigo gasped softly, keeping his voice down from echoing in the opened air. "It shouldn't be right, we can't be kissing like this where everybody can see us..."
"Yeah, sorry about that...." Grimmjow sighed deeply, but his eyes seemingly darkened at the thought of it. "But maybe.... we could do it, you know, behind closed doors."
"You idiot, not when everybody's walking around during the day," he frowned at him.
"I know, that's why the world invented night," he smirked lightly. He leaned forward to the teen's face, and Ichigo nearly stiffened when he thought he was going to get kissed. But Grimmjow breathed softly by his ear before letting out a soft chuckle. "Do you wish to do something.... else, kid?" he questioned.
The tone of his words made Ichigo shiver and he nearly gulped. "....What do you mean by that, Grimmjow?" he muttered.
"I mean.... if you're willing to take this to the next level, we can if you want to, kid...." he murmured quietly. "If you don't, I can understand. But like I say, it's your choice...." Fully understanding the meaning, Ichigo's face heated up almost immediately as his eyes widened. The next level, as in.... intercourse? Was that what he meant? He was teenager, so it should be natural to have sexual feelings now and then, but it was a bit different for him as he tried to breathe evenly over the situation.
"What makes you think I would wish that, Grimmjow....?" he muttered.
"You wanted to 'touch' me the other day, kid. What makes us think that you wouldn't want to go further?" he asked. Ichigo frowned meekly, he did dare himself to feel Grimmjow's endowment and it felt rather exhilarating if not brief. But this was different, this involved his own slave taking on the active role and him-- the master-- will the submissive one. It was obvious to him, as he didn't really see himself at all being the dominate one. Plus.... he truly wanted to find out what sex feels like, he wanted to admit. But he felt just as anxious about it, of how this will work.
".... How are you gonna do this?" he asked despite of himself. "I mean, the slaves' quarters are so close together plus the rooms have no doors...."
"Does this mean I can go to your room?" suggested Grimmjow, then he smirked a little when Ichigo's blushing demeanor gave off the answer.
"But.... how will you do it? To prepare such a thing--"
"I got something for that," he smiled. "Courtesy of Renji when I talked to him earlier today."
"I swear, I should punch Renji in his face for his jokes," Ichigo frowned lightly though the tone wasn't serious.
"Jokes or not, at least I'm considering about it," smirked Grimmjow as he stepped away. "I'll wait until after dinner, when everybody's asleep. If you don't want me to be there, I can understand. You could send me away if you're feeling anxious about it."
Ichigo blinked at that, but didn't get a chance to talk when the Gaul turned to leave, picking up the weapons before going downstairs. It only took a moment before he realized that his heart was beating harshly within his chest. Did he agree to what Grimmjow said to him? He wasn't exactly sure, but he took a deep breath as he moved to make his way for the bath. Or at least trying to, as brief thoughts of what was to come kept flashing through his mind. He wasn't sure how to really deal with it, or how he will participate in something like that. Maybe he could follow Grimmjow's lead, since the older man was more experienced in this area.
"Shit.... I can't believe I'm actually thinking about it," Ichigo exhaled.
(Blood and Sand)
He was waiting and waiting, hearing complete silence saved for the flickering of torches in the hallway as Grimmjow laid still on his bed. Since he was trained as a hunter, he had to be precise when getting his 'prey'. And the prey was his teen master, as he gazed up at the small window. Moonlight was beaming faintly, now that the blackish blue sky was cleared of clouds. In his hand was the jar of oil Renji had purchased for him, his blunt fingernails tapping lazily against the earthware. His cyan eyes seemed bright in the dark, but he blinked and sighed heavily before finally sitting up.
He was sure everybody was now asleep, as he steathily got off his straw bed and stepped out of his room. Nobody was walking around, and he made sure of that he was not heard as he paced for the stairs bare-footed. As soon as he reach ground level, there wasn't anybody by the garden either. But when he walked for the second set of stairs, he nearly stiffened when he thought he heard footsteps coming down. "Oh...." he sighed in relief, when he realized that it was only Zangetsu greeting him with a light wag of his tail. "Silly mutt.... you nearly scared me," he muttered quietly.
Zangetsu let out a slight whine, but knew not to make any noise so late into the night except against intruders, as he blinked at the man. "Shh..." he whispered to the dog before silently going upstairs with the pet following him. Sure enough, there were closed doors in the hallways, indicating that everybody was in bed. But Zangetsu seemed to know where the blunet wanted to go, as he trotted lightly to the room where the door was left opened. Grimmjow wasn't sure if it was deliberate or not, but he didn't care as he stepped in.
A single flame on an oil lamp flickered on the desk, faintly illuminating the teen's bedroom with Ichigo on his bed. Ichigo tiredly opened his eyes the moment Zagetsu went up to him and sniffed at his hand hanging over the edge of the mattress. He then glanced up at Grimmjow standing by the door frame, and he put up a sheepish grin. ".... Good job, Zangetsu," he whispered, petting his dog. "Hey there, Grimmjow...." he muttered as he glanced back at him.
"So.... did you make your choice, kid?" Grimmjow questioned, with a light smirk on his face as he stepped forward. Ichigo's lips tightened but exhaled softly as he sat up.
"If we were to do this.... do I have to take Zangetsu out of my room for this?" he asked quietly.
"Unless you want your dog to stare at you the entire time, I think you have to take him out," Grimmjow muttered, although he was a bit surprised that Ichigo was considering about this. From the answer, Ichigo seemed to frown at that as he petted his dog again.
"That would be a bit difficult.... I've had him by my side since he was a puppy, when I was eight," he sighed. "But.... I suppose I could do this once...."
"Really now....? So you wish to do this, kid?" questioned Grimmjow, his rumbling tone came out soft but serious. "There's no turning back on this.... this is the true way of becoming an adult, so to speak." Ichigo stared at his bright cyan eyes and gulped, but nodded a little.
"Zangetsu...." he whispered at his dog who immediately glanced up at him. "Guard the door, okay? There might be intruders crawling around...." he smiled lightly. Zangetsu flicked his ears but seemed to understand the command, as Ichigo stood up and led him out of the room. As soon as he closed the door, he glanced up at Grimmjow and felt his heart beating rather soundly. But Grimmjow put up a reassuring smirk as he reached to ruffle at his orange hair.
"Quit looking like that, I'm just as fucking nervous...." he smirked.
"Right, right...." Ichigo nodded. He felt the large hand gripping firmly behind his head before Grimmjow leaned down to kiss him. For once, the teen expected it and kissed back, reaching to grasp at the older man's tunic as he attempted to nibble at his bottom lip. He shivered when he heard Grimmjow making a deep growl, it sounded so primal but exciting.
"Mmh...." rumbled Grimmjow, a faint taste of honey was evident when he slipped his tongue into his master's mouth. "Mmh, fuck...." he growled softly into the kiss, as his free hand slid down to grip his young master's hips. He felt his growing lust getting the better of him, when his fingers grasped at the thin linen fabric. But Ichigo suddenly stiffened by his actions, and Grimmjow seemed to notice that as he broke the kiss. "What, what is it....?" he rumbled quietly, glancing at the teen's now apprehensive face.
"It's, um.... I'm just a little anxious about it...." he mumbled timidly, but that was only the half-truth. He remembered clearly of how Ginjou ripped his clothes apart and beat him down in a drunken rage. That wasn't how he wanted it to happen, to have his virginity being brutally taken away by someone he loathed so much. He felt Grimmjow letting go of his tunic and he glanced up at him.
"I was nervous on my first time, too...." he murmured, reaching to touch at his surprisingly smooth cheek. "Excited, but mostly nervous.... Can't remember the girl's name, but I know she was a farmer's daughter. That was great, though...." His light teasing seemed to work, as he watched Ichigo frowning at him. "What I'm trying to say is that.... I won't try to go too fast, if that's what your thinking," he whispered. "As much I like to get things over it, I'll go slow for you.... okay?"
Ichigo looked at him, seeing his honesty behind his eyes, before nodding. "Okay, Grimmjow...." he nodded. Grimmjow smirked and made his way to the bed, sitting down on the softer mattress. Ichigo fidgeted a little with his hands but sighed as he soon folllowed, sitting next to him. "So now what....?"
"Usually we shed our clothes, but you seem to be very reluctant for that part," he joked lightly, and his master frowned at him. "What?"
"Well, I'm not really reluctant, but...." Ichigo sighed. "I'm just wondering...."
"What, kid....?"
"If we do this.... can you try to say my name, Grimmjow?" he asked. It sounded like a simple request but Grimmjow could tell that it meant a lot. Since being here, he had at first called the teenager a 'brat' when he was reluctant to accept his fate as a slave, then he settled to call him 'kid' after understanding the things he must go through to ensure his freedom and helping his friend. The only time he had his actual name.... was when he felt guilty for leaving Ichigo at Ginjou's mercy and apologized to him. If it meant that much to him....
Grimmjow just smiled and leaned to kiss at his soft lips. "If that's what you want, then I'll do for you...." he murmured, kissing him again. "....Ichigo...."
Ichigo nearly shivered at his rumbling husky tone the moment the Gaul said his name. It sound so personal, and he liked it, as he kissed back. Somewhat, the taste of bread and meat was enticing on Grimmjow's tongue as he attempted to imitate him through the kiss. "Mmh, Grimmjow...." he mumbled, his hand feeling up the chest through the woolen fabric.
"You can feel a lot more than that, you know...." rumbled Grimmjow, smirking a bit when he saw Ichigo blushing a little at the meaning.
"Ah.... I can try...." he muttered. Grimmjow's smirk widened and stood up before him. Trying not to spook the teen quickly, he slowly reached down to grasp at the hem of his tunic and then pulled up. Ichigo inhaled slowly and took in the sight of the gradually revealing body. He could see it under the moonlight, of his slave's lax member hanging between his thighs, and felt his cheeks heated up before his eyes managed to wander up.
A faint trail of light blue hair ran from Grimmjow's navel to his endowment, with his pelvic area cut into a V. As the tunic was finally off, the chiseled muscles in his abdomen flexed with each breathing. Even the permanent scar didn't seem to mar the body that was practically similar to that of a god. Grimmjow glanced at Ichigo, as if being in the nude didn't really bother him, but the teen shuddered with anxiety. By the look of the waiting cyan eyes on him, he knew that it was his turn.
He only had on his sleeping tunic, but felt that he was already halfway naked. ".... Grimmjow, are you sure that you wish to see me naked?" he asked.
"I need to know what I'm touching when we're doing it...." smirked Grimmjow, a hint of reassurance rumbled out of his voice. Ichigo glanced at him again and nodded, before taking a deep breath.
"All right...." he breathed deeply. He stood up and, with slight hesitation, tugged at his clothing. A moment later, he finally pulled the cool fabric over his shoulders and head, his bare skin tingled with apprehension. He could feel the eyes on him, but Grimmjow was absorbing the sight before him. Ichigo was slim but as he looked closer, the teen was gaining minimal amount of muscles over the past few weeks. He definitely didn't possess a body of a female, but it didn't mean that Grimmjow wouldn't want a challenge.
Noticing that Ichigo was covering his front with the fabric, he smirked again as he stepped up to the blushing teen. "The more you act like this, the more I can't hold myself from taking you already...." he growled softly, a mischievous glint flashed in his narrowed eyes. Ichigo nearly gasped before Grimmjow nipped at his lips for another kiss. He took a step back out of reflex, but tumbled onto his bed as a result. Grimmjow didn't skip a beat as he moved over him and resumed back to the kiss.
"Ahh...." Ichigo gasped sharply, the skin-on-skin contact felt unexpectedly hot before his slave decided to trail his rough tongue around the jawline.
"Put your legs around me, it feels better that way...." he murmured, his free hand patted at Ichigo's well-toned thigh as he kissed his throat. Ichigo nearly whined in disbelief, but they already went this far and complied, moving his slim legs to wrap around the hard waist. It did feel better, and he let out a quivering gasp when he felt Grimmjow getting aroused against his inner thigh. "Shit...." breathed Grimmjow, the habitual need to buck was hard to ignore as he felt himself getting hard by the friction.
"Gr-Grimmjow...." Ichigo whined softly, hands gripping tightly at the corded shoulders.
"Shh.... it's time for the hard part now," he muttered. "You have to let go of me, kid."
"It's Ichigo...." he nearly pouted, but Grimmjow smirked at him.
"Force of habit," he apologized before slowly standing up. Ichigo almost shuddered from the sudden lack of body heat and leaned onto his elbows, but his eyes widened a little when he saw Grimmjow's erection. A sense of concern fell on him, wondering how something that big will go inside him. "Spread your legs...." muttered Grimmjow, moving the linen fabric from the teen's waist. He noticed Ichigo's own arousal, twitching a little in the cool air, before his eyes settled down on the dry little entrance between the cheeks.
He looked at the jar that was still in his hand. Renji advised him to use it in order to 'loosen up' Ichigo, and he frowned a bit at the red-head for making him think like this. But right now, he didn't care, as he saw Ichigo hitching his knees up and spreading his legs apart with some hesitation and his face deep-red.
"W-will it hurt....?" he asked quietly, as he sat up.
"Don't know, maybe...." he mumbled. He removed the leather covering of the jar and dipped two of his fingers into the oil. ".... Are you ready.... Ichigo?"
Ichigo felt his cheeks tingled of his name being called but nodded meekly. "Y-yeah, you can do it...." he nodded, and shivered when Grimmjow took his now slick fingers out of the jar and moved to feel at the tight entrance. Ichigo nearly flinched at the touch and bit his lips from keening out, his heart beating rapidly against his ribs as Grimmjow tested around the virginal hole. "Nghhh...." the teen whined out the moment a single digit pushed into him. He could feel the finger digging through the tight walls of muscles, it didn't hurt but it felt so strange. He wondered how some people could deal with it, as he let out a soft whimper.
"It's okay...." rumbled Grimmjow, breathing deeply as he slowly pumped his finger in and out. Doing so seemed to make Ichigo quiver, as he laid back and panted softly. His soft lips partially abused from the constant kissing and gnawing to hold back noises. But Grimmjow's cyan eyes seemed to glow of how his master was splayed out on the bed and let out a subtle growl. "Brace yourself," he muttered, before pushing a second finger in.
"Ahh...." Ichigo gasped at the further intrusion. It caused a fuller pressure inside him and he exhaled through his nose. "Sh-shit...." he whimpered weakly, gripping at the bedsheets. He had to get used to it, as his misty brown eyes peered up at the Gaul. "Grimmjow...." he murmured so softly, much of his voice surpressed down his throat.
"Shh.... everything's all right," muttered Grimmjow, pushing the fingers as far as he could. He leaned down to kiss at his lips and Ichigo kissed back, feeling the good heat coming from the rugged body. "Mmh.... Ichigo...." The way Grimmjow said his name was like the richest wine, so dark yet husky.
"Grimm-- nghh...." he winced, feeling his body tense up when the inner muscles contracted around the fingers. The initially strange feeling he had before.... was almost feeling pleasurable. He reached up to grasp at the silky strands of hair, as his body reacted against himself by bucking up for more movement. For something, he didn't really know, but an inkling sense of lust was itching at him.
"Wait.... are you ready for it?" whispered Grimmjow. He could feel that his master was now stretched out after a while but he wasn't completely sure if he could fit. Though half-dazed, Ichigo blinked at him with a slight frown.
"I think you're the one who's second-guessing himself, Grimmjow...." he mumbled. "Either you do it or you don't, simple as that.... Isn't that right?" Grimmjow blinked at that, but grinned. For someone who was about to lose his virginity, Ichigo was still bold.
"Then, by all means...." he purred teasingly, before sliding the fingers out. Ichigo inhaled by the sudden emptiness and glared-- or tried to-- at the blunet as he then huffed. "Let's try this again.... from the first time you asked to touch me," he smirked. If Ichigo's face could flush even deeper from that, it would, but he took a deep breath as he reclined up.
"Then.... give me the jar," he murmured. Grimmjow quirked an eyebrow but said nothing of it as he held it out for him. The teen dipped three of his fingers into the warm oil before scooping some out. He glanced down at his slave's erection, that was already leaking out pre-come, before slowly reaching out to grasp it. It felt so hot and heavy, with the muscles so stiff and hard under the silky skin. Grimmjow let out a soft warning growl, telling Ichigo to go on. Ichigo tentatively did so, coating the oil as he carefully stroked him.
"Fuck...." growled Grimmjow. Even though his master was lacking the natural skills for intercourse, he could feel that Ichigo was trying to know what to do. He grasped at the hand that was stroking him and nearly groaned in delight at the sight of the teen's flushed but surprised face. "You have to grip it tighter than that to get me off...." he muttered, bucking his hips forward.
"Nghh...." Ichigo bit his lip to hold back a moan, but he shivered of feeling the hard organ throbbing under his touch. "P-please...." he exhaled.
"Hm....? What's wrong....?" rumbled Grimmjow. Ichigo bit his lip again, but he gazed up with seemingly pleading eyes at him, as he raised his legs to wrap around the strong waist.
"I-I.... I can't wait any long, Grimmjow...." he panted. Grimmjow looked at him and saw that he was ready. Pulling the hand away from himself, he set the jar aside and pushed the teen's thighs back.
"It might hurt...." he warned.
"I know...." mumbled Ichigo with a nod, lying on his back to brace himself. Grimmjow sighed as he gripped his member and moved to press the tip against Ichigo's loosened entrance. He sensed Ichigo tensing momentarily but soon relaxed, waiting for the slave to do the final move.
"All right...." exhaled Grimmjow, before pushing in. Both of them hitched their breaths almost simultaneously, even though the Gaul was barely in. Ichigo felt that Grimmjow was a bit too big for him, but Grimmjow assumed that Ichigo was tighter than a woman. "Fuck, fuck, fuck...." he gritted, even with the oil he found it difficult to go right in as he gingerly pushed into the tight muscles.
"A-ahh.... ahh...." panted Ichigo, feeling himself getting full little by little as he grasped at the bedsheets tightly. "Shit.... Grimmjow...." he gasped, his skin tingled with heat and sweat as his body trying to adjust to the new experience. "Ahh....!" he gasped once Grimmjow thrusted in completely. He wasn't sure why but he could feel a shivering pleasure pricking everywhere, as Grimmjow inhaled deeply over him.
"Well, this is new...." he chuckled soundlessly, trying to get used to this as well. "You're feeling all right?"
"Yeah.... give me a second," panted Ichigo. Grimmjow needed a second as well, feeling the inner muscles clenching around him, but knew that he couldn't really wait. Licking the sweat off his upper lip, he slowly pulled out much to his master's surprise. "Wha--" Ichigo felt his voice stifled the instant Grimmjow thrusted back in, he couldn't let out a moan because his mouth was suddenly ravaged with a kiss.
"Ichigo...." moaned Grimmjow through the kiss, his voice worked its wonders as Ichigo shuddered by his name being called out once again. "You have to be quiet, okay....? We can't afford getting caught like this...." With that, he pulled out and thrusted back into the writhing teen.
"Mmnhh....!" winced Ichigo. Each thrust was sending a wave of pleasure throughout his body, as he was trying his best not to yell out. He was new to this as was Grimmjow, but the blunet knew how to hold down his voice other than the occasional grunts and growls rumbling from his chest as he gradually thrusted back and forth.
"Nghh....!" Ichigo squeaked out a noise but quickly caught it. Tears seeped out of his eyes as he glanced at him, and was a bit surprised of how focused Grimmjow appeared to be. But Grimmjow smirked a little and grasped at his hips and thrusted harder, feeling the tight muscles convulsing around him as a result.
"Hahh...." Grimmjow growled huskily. This was a new experience for him, to have sex with a male, but it was feeling more and more gratifying by the second. Ichigo whined and panted as his legs shook around the older man's waist. He felt himself leaking onto his stomach, unsure whether or not to reach for it, as Grimmjow kissed him again.
"P-please.... go harder, Grimm...." moaned Ichigo, taking him by surprise.
"'Grimm'....? Whatever you say," Grimmjow simply smirked as he did so, going deeper into the teen. Ichigo gasped sharply at the feeling, grabbing at the blue-haired man's strong shoulders.
"Nghh.... ahh, Grimmjow--" moaned Ichigo.
"No, no, call me 'Grimm'...." he purred deeply, purposely slowing down on his pace. The color on Ichigo's face seemed to be able to get deeper as the teen shuddered in surprise, and shook his head.
"No...." he mumbled.
"Ichigo...." Grimmjow teased, his dark husky voice enunciating the syllables as he stopped completely, only halfway out of the teen. Ichigo panted sharply and tried to make a heated glare at him but failed. Instead, he pouted with his abused lips in defeat.
"Please, Grimm...." he pleaded. Grimmjow's smirk widened and leaned down to press a kiss on his damp hair.
"Wasn't that so hard....?" he growled softly before giving a sharp thrust. Ichigo gritted his teeth, hearing nothing but his concealed moans and Grimmjow's soft grunts as well as sweat-drenched skin slapping against one another. It felt as though his mind was going through a haze, maybe it had to do with the fact that he was losing his virginity, as he let out a soft moan.
"Grimm...." he moaned.
"Fuck...." groaned Grimmjow, moving faster than earlier. He could feel some sort of tightness coiling up in his lower stomach. He knew that feeling far too many times before and he let out a light groan. He thrusted harder, but nearly stopped when Ichigo accidentally yelped out. "Shit....!" he hissed, immediately covering his master's mouth with his hand. He paused to hear any other noise, but there was nothing in the villa saved for the soft huffing of Zangetsu in the hallway.
"Mm.... s-sorry...." breathed Ichigo, moving the hand from his face.
"Tch, what was that about....?" sighed Grimmjow as he glanced down at him.
"I don't know.... but when you hit me that hard, it's like you strike something inside of me...." he muttered. "I'm not sure what, but it made my body feel funny.... but in a good way."
"Is that right....?" Grimmjow mumbled. As much as he was still worried about being heard by the others, he was interested of that discovery, as he thrusted hard again. He wanted to find it as he then took Ichigo's lips for another kiss, trying to go as deep as possible to make his master quiver into mush.
"Mmnhh!" Ichigo squeaked out in shock, he felt it again and his fingers dug tightly into the Gaul's shoulders. Grimmjow smirked through the kiss. He must have found it. He barely gave Ichigo a time to breathe before kissing him again, as he drove forward. Again, the teen jolted and shivered at what he felt and muffled out a moan. Grimmjow mentally smirked at this. He really wanted to hear his master's cries of pleasure for doing this, but can't risk it as he swallowed up the noises with each and every kisses.
"Fuck...." he growled as he continued, the tightening feeling was building up fast. He needed to let go as soon as possible. Ichigo, however, kept flinching at each strike and cried through the kisses. He felt it, it was like a bolt of thunder striking his body by Jupiter, and wanted to cry out to the heavens for feeling this way. Tears flowed not-stop from his tightly clenched eyes, as Grimmjow was being brutal. If brutality could count for giving him absolute pleasure.
"Mmh! Nghh....!" squeaked the flustered teen. "Grimm-- nnnhh...!"
"I'm close...." Grimmjow growled, kissing him again. Ichigo breathed through his nose, wondering if 'close' means that the sex is almost over. But he didn't dwell on it for long, as the Gaul struck him once more.
"Ngh!" Ichigo gasped sharply, just before he felt a climax coming out of him, his back arched up as the sticky white fluid splattered between their stomachs. Grimmjow grunted in utter surprise, Ichigo's climax seemed to cause the teen's body to convulse.
"Fucking shit....!" he hissed under his breath, feeling the sudden constriction on him. But the reaction soon changed as he shuddered in his thrusts. It wasn't long until he climaxed, biting his bottom lip to suppress down a guttural growl as he gave one last thrust. Ichigo gasped at the white-hot feeling gushing in his insides and panted before Grimmjow sluggishly laid over him. "Fuck...." panted the blunet. He could hear both of their heartbeats rapidly thumping as if they were running for their lives, before he glanced up at his master.
Teary amber-brown eyes stared at the half-lidded tired cyan ones, as Grimmjow placed a light kiss against his lips. ".... Oh my goodness...." panted Ichigo.
"Yeah.... you're a man now, kid...." Grimmjow smirked tiredly. As much he wanted to pout for the resumed nickname, Ichigo smiled lightly and reached up to run his fingers through the man's damp hair. "Wait a minute...." he grunted, moving back to pull himself out of the teen who winced slightly. He mentally frowned, as there were stains on the bedsheets now as he glanced down. "Are you feeling all right....?" he rumbled.
"Uh...." Ichigo watched him moving to lie down next to him, pulling him close with his strong arm around his slim waist. He felt a slight ache in his lower back but thought nothing much of it as he soon snuggled against his scarred chest.
"Well...?" he muttered.
".... I'm actually lost for words," mumbled Ichigo, swallowing to feel that his throat was sore from holding back much of his voice earlier. "I really don't know what to say, Grimmjow...."
"Well, 'great' or 'fantastic' would be some of them," smirked Grimmjow. "I know I feel that way." Ichigo frowned at him but said nothing of it, by now his heartbeats were slowing down as he watched Grimmjow's expression under the faint light of the small lamp nearby. The Gaul seemed drowsy, but was still alert as they listened to the silence for a moment. ".... You know I can't stay here," he murmured, staring seriously at him.
Ichigo blinked and frowned a bit at that. That was true, but he didn't wish for him to go away so soon. "But...."
"Before, I would usually get up and leave after my affairs," he sighed. "But you, kid.... you're that interesting that I actually wish to stay in bed with you."
"Then why can't you....?" questioned Ichigo though he already knew the answer.
"As I said before, we cannot be caught like this," he muttered. "Plus, I need to get back to my room before dawn, anyway, before the other slaves wake up. Sorry about that...." Giving him a chaste kiss on the lips, he carefully sat up before getting the bed. Ichigo felt almost disappointed as the afterglow gradually dissipated, and he sat up and watched him picking up his tunic. This didn't feel right at all. He had thought he would appreciate the aspect of lovemaking after losing his virginity, but this was more complicated than he had thought. Now that he was having a secret affair with his slave Grimmjow.
"Um...." Ichigo muttered out, catching the Gaul's attention.
"What is it, kid....?" muttered Grimmjow as he fixed up his tunic. Ichigo's cheeks tingled as he fidgeted with the sheets in his hands. But he glanced up at him and took a deep breath, putting up a small smile.
"Can you, at least.... stay with me until I fall asleep, Grimmjow?" he requested. Grimmjow blinked at the simple request, but let out a deep sigh as he walked up to him before smiling.
"You sure like to get your way, huh....?" he smirked, as he laid down on the small bed. Ichigo's face heated up and hid his appreciative grin as he scooted himself to give the bigger man some space, feeling the warm body spooning against his back. "Here...." he sighed, covering the teen with the sheets before nuzzling into the soft orange hair.
"Do you want me to fall asleep quickly....?" muttered Ichigo.
"Hmm, not really," Grimmjow muttered quietly. "But this feels nice, though.... able to stay here, even for a little while...."
"Yeah.... thank you, Grimmjow," Ichigo smiled warmly, before letting out a silent yawn. Grimmjow smirked, wrapping his arm around him and planting light kisses against his bare shoulders and neck. When the last time he had felt like this before, snuggling against a lover throughout the night? It had been so long, but it felt very satisfying to have another person to stay in his arms, even though he must leave soon.
"Hmm.... this was an interesting night...." he mumbled, glancing up to see the silver-white moon in place in the dark sky.
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Whooo! seventeen pages worth of sex! Hellz yeah! And I written those scenes during the 'blue moon' event this past weekened, that just added the awesomeness! This was the longest chapter I've written, close to 90KB!
And now for the real fun....!*chuckles mischievously*
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