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The Legend of Nel	By : Raceysama Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 1740 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 2: GRIMMJOW OF HYRULE
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Onwards...
XOXOXOXO
Fucking Nel. Idiot sister. When Pesche had arrived twiddling his thumbs and digging his toes in the ground, unable to meet Grimmjow's stern gaze, he'd known his twit of a sister had gotten herself kidnapped, and cursed into eternal sleep...again. Now he had to take those six stupid fucking crystals to different palaces all over Hyrule, just to open up the Great Palace, so he could retrieve the Triforce of Courage to awaken and free Nel...again.
No wonder she and that Mushroom Kingdom's Princess - Peach something or other - were best friends. They were always getting fucking abducted like brainless idiots. It really was disturbing how often they would be taken, and by the same god-forsaken person, no less. Bloody ridiculous.
On top of that, Nel needed to find a goddamned boyfriend, or get married, or something! He was sick of being the one to have to save her ditzy ass time and time again. One would think she would learn her fucking lesson by now, and possibly hire some bodyguards, but nooo...
All Grimmjow wanted was to settle down with a nice, sexy little man-toy that he could fuck senseless every night, possibly for...forever. Yet, he was never going to get around to it, if all he kept doing was running to his sister's aid.
At this rate, he would never have more than one night stands, as he passed through the villages of Hyrule, on his way to the six palaces. That was all fine and good, but...he wanted companionship. Someone he could maybe have a conversation or two with. However, from the looks of things, it would never happen. No one would want to constantly accompany him on trips to save his incredibly stupid sister.
Fucking Aizen. Didn't he understand yet? Each and every time he kidnapped, then cursed Nel, Grimmjow would be there, foiling still another attempt at controlling Hyrule. Most times, he thought Aizen was just as fucking stupid as Nel. Honestly, it was like repeatedly bashing one's head against a brick wall-wouldn't you stop once it was clear that each time was just as painful as the last? Idiots.
Yet, he felt he could somehow be added to that list, because on each occasion, he was there to rescue Nel. Grimmjow couldn't just leave her though, since she had no one else, and her little handmaiden-or guy, or whatever-Pesche, was pretty nigh useless, save for the act of telling him when Nel had been taken, and bringing him the six crystals.
Grimmjow had been preparing to set off for the Hyrule Temple in Northwestern Hyrule, when a loud thump sounded outside of his cave home. Already irritated, he'd stomped to the mouth of the cave, only to see...nothing. Frowning, he'd exited the cave and scanned his surroundings. There had been nothing hiding in the trees a few feet off, and there had been no sign of life in the immediate area. Shrugging nonchalantly, he'd started back towards the cave, but had been stopped dead in his tracks by an enticing voice, swearing profusely.
It had been an orange-haired boy wearing the strangest clothing. That hadn't stopped Grimmjow from admiring the pretty, brown eyes, and slightly pink, soft-looking lips. Although the boy was enchanting, he'd had to pull himself together, because there was no telling where the orange-haired youth was from. He could've been a spy for Aizen, for all he knew.
Grimmjow had proceeded to have an utterly odd, yet intriguing encounter with the boy, whose name turned out to be Ichigo. At first, Grimmjow had been rather wary of him, but when Ichigo hadn't even known he was in Hyrule, he'd relaxed. He would've seen right through any spies for Aizen, anyway; they weren't the brightest beings, after all.
Ichigo had questioned him a bit, before Grimmjow had gone to grab his bag containing the six crystals. Once he'd emerged from the cave, Ichigo had again questioned him, and now looked to be following him. Grimmjow frowned as he walked on for a while, until he could no longer ignore the presence behind him, and swung around to face the orange-head.
"Do you have nowhere else to go? Is that why you're following me?" he asked, searching Ichigo's beautiful brown orbs. The boy shrugged his shoulders and scowled.
"Yeah, that's pretty much the gist of things. Maybe if I stick with you, I'll be able to find the place I'm looking for. Is that a problem, Grimmjow?"
Grimmjow shrugged nonchalantly, and continued moving. That had been tempting. Ichigo saying his name that way had sent shivers shimmying down his spine. He glanced over his shoulder, taking a cursory glance at the orange-head, noting the deep scowl marring Ichigo's brow, as he glared off to the right.
"Oi, Grimmjow, where are we going?" Ichigo suddenly asked.
"Northwestern Hyrule. I need to start my journey at the Hyrule Temple."
"Uh-huh. Aannnd then you gotta save Nel, your sister, right? Aha..."
Grimmjow halted his steps, his entire body tensing with anger. Was it not bad enough that he had to rescue Nel yet again? Obviously not, for fate saw fit to have an insolent orange-haired boy laughing at him about it.
Grimmjow whirled around, dropping his bag, and gripped Ichigo by the throat, pulling him close, until they were nose-to-nose. The orange-head's eyes grew extremely wide, as he clawed at Grimmjow's hand. The boy was shorter than him, and his smell...Grimmjow had never smelled anything like it. It was wholly intoxicating, leaving him completely unable to describe it.
"Are you mocking me, Ichigo?" he growled into the other male's ear after leaning forward towards it. A tremor shook Ichigo's slim frame, and Grimmjow grinned lecherously. Oh? "I wouldn't mock me if I were you. You have no idea what I am capable of."
He traced the shell of Ichigo's...non-pointed ear...with his tongue, relishing the taste, and smiled delightedly upon hearing a choked gasp worm its way free from that pretty little mouth. Hunh. The things he could do with that mouth. Grimmjow inhaled another lungful of Ichigo's delicious scent, before he abruptly released him, and stepped back.
Ichigo's face was priceless. It was flushed a brilliant shade of crimson, reaching all the way up to the tips of his ears, his eyes were wide as saucers, and his mouth...Ichigo's delectable-looking lips were parted in shock. Overall, he appeared as if he'd been thoroughly ravished, making Grimmjow smile with pride. If he could make the boy look like that from just licking his ear...
He could imagine the fucking possibilities.
XOXOXOXO
For the first time in his twenty years, Ichigo was fucking speechless. He'd been scared out of his mind when he'd been confronted with Grimmjow's strength, not to mention his speed.
Oh, but then...
It was blatantly obvious that Grimmjow's hair, eyes and...pointy ears...were very real, and quite natural. Being up close-very up close-helped him dispel the notion of this man being a cosplayer.
So, that left the last option, which Ichigo clung to as if his very life depended on it. He was dreaming. It had to be some strange dream, caused by too many years of dedicated video game playing.
But, back to Grimmjow.
He was, for lack of better words, extremely handsome. It felt weird thinking such things about a video game character, but, what the hell, he couldn't deny it. Even if the man did have pointy ears.
Ichigo had decided to follow Grimmjow, in hopes of finding his way back to Karakura Town, despite the fact that the blunet had claimed to have never heard of it. Ichigo was stubborn, and refused to be deterred.
Until...
Well, he'd made the mistake of, sort of, being sarcastic with Grimmjow about the Nel situation. He supposed Grimmjow hadn't appreciated his humor, because in under three seconds, his throat had been in the process of being crushed. It was then that Ichigo decided to take note of the man's appearance.
Bright blue hair, yeah. Piercing, electric blue eyes, uh-huh. Pointy, elf-like ears, yep. After closer inspection though, Ichigo realized...everything was completely natural.
Grimmjow was the real deal.
Which led Ichigo to the fact that he was dreaming. Why else would there be a very real video game character talking to him, and choking the hell out of him?
Then, shit got even stranger.
Grimmjow's body was pressed extremely close to his, and Ichigo couldn't stop his reaction. The man was...dangerously sexy. He was tall. Probably 6'1", 6'2", which towered over Ichigo's 5'9". Grimmjow had broad shoulders, a broad chest, with chiseled pectorals and abdomen, and a slim waist that tapered into narrow hips, and long, muscular legs. He smelled wild, like a jungle, and he was hot, as if his very skin was on fire.
Oh, man, and then his fucking voice played Ichigo's spine like a metal triangle. When Grimmjow growled in his ear, Ichigo couldn't have suppressed the shudder that shook his body, even if he'd wanted to.
Grimmjow had gone on to lick his fucking ear, which just happened to be an extremely sensitive area for Ichigo, and he probably would've melted into a small puddle at the man's feet, had he not been being held in place by his throat.
Ichigo's heart was pounding at an impossible speed, and he was loathe to admit that...he was fucking hard as trying to cut ice with a plastic fork. Not to mention, shocked out of his skin. What the hell was that? Then, Grimmjow released him and stepped back, wearing a smug grin.
All Ichigo could do was stare wordlessly at the blue-haired masterpiece. What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck!
"Why the hell did you just...?" Ichigo trailed off, too embarrassed to finish the question.
"Lick you?" Grimmjow supplied, incredible grin spreading. "I wanted to see if you taste the way you smell, and I've gotta admit...you taste pretty nice...Ichigo."
Thi-this wasn't happening! Was Grimmjow really...hitting on him? For Christ's sake, he was a fucking video game character! Did he even know what sex was? Ichigo glanced at Grimmjow again to see the man leering openly at him. Yeah...he probably did.
"D-don't do that shit again!" Ichigo snapped, suddenly very wary of his guide. Grimmjow stepped forward until he was maybe two inches away, and Ichigo's breathing immediately faltered.
Grimmjow leaned in, his lips ghosting across Ichigo's, before cocking his head to the side, regarding him with amusement.
"Are you sure?" Grimmjow lifted a hand, and lightly trailed his fingertips down Ichigo's neck, making him shiver...again. "Seems like your body does not agree."
Grimmjow's voice was causing molten pools of lava to gather across the orange-head's pelvis, spreading to every other part of his body, all the way to the very tips of his extremities. Jesus Christ Almighty. What the fucking hell? Ichigo tried desperately to find his voice, but the supply of blood that normally flowed through his brain, had taken a vacation to the south.
Was this a fucking joke? Why was Grimmjow behaving like a hormonal teenager in the throes of puberty? Maybe it was because this was a dream, and Ichigo did find the blue-haired man rather attractive, so it could possibly just be a manifestation of his active ass imagination. Yeah, had to be.
Ichigo gathered his brain fragments with a mental broom and dustpan, and stepped away from Grimmjow, trying to put a little distance between them. He took a deep, even breath, and glared at the blunet. Ichigo knew he couldn't be overly rude, since the man carried a sword and all, but he would definitely assert some type of authority over this strange situation. It was his fucking body, after all.
"Grimmjow, I honestly don't know what the fuck's gotten into you, but, uh, you can't just go, er, licking folks. It's rude," he commented in a semi-state of calm.
Don't judge him, it was the best he could manage at the moment, considering his brain was still fried. On another note, the blue-haired bastard was giving Ichigo a shit-eating grin that was close to devouring his face.
"Well, Ichigo, I didn't even lick you that time, but you've got some really soft lips. It's a shame, you know? I really wouldn't mind licking those," Grimmjow rumbled, then abruptly snagged his bag from the ground, whirled around, and continued on his merry way, an extra swagger to his step.
This was terrible. Ichigo was headed for trouble, he just knew it. But...while Grimmjow had his back turned, Ichigo couldn't suppress the small grin that curved his lips. Then again, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. It was only a dream, after all.
XOXOXOXO
Finally, they'd reached the Hyrule Temple. Grimmjow was grateful; perhaps the journey would serve as a distraction from his naughty thoughts of the tempting creature close behind him. In his mind, he'd already fucked Ichigo every which way but up, during the three hours it took to reach the temple.
He would make camp behind the temple for the evening, and get a fresh start the next morning, since the sun was already setting. Grimmjow took a glimpse at Ichigo, who was keeping his distance since that little episode earlier. He grinned. He'd meant it when he'd said Ichigo's lips were soft, and he really wouldn't mind licking them. Sucking them. Kissing them. Hunh. This boy was terrible for his concentration.
"Ichigo," Grimmjow started towards the orange-head, but paused when he noticed Ichigo's wary look, and the way the kid backed away. "I only wanted to tell you that we'll be making camp here for the night."
"Oh. Ok."
Grimmjow nodded and turned to start a fire, when his stomach growled loudly. Glad that he had food to prepare already, he began gathering firewood, and stacking it in the pit he'd created on one of his many trips to the temple.
To his amusement, Ichigo was helping with the firewood, although he took care to stay away from Grimmjow, which made the blunet chuckle to himself. Ichigo was fucking hilarious. Didn't he know that if Grimmjow was that anxious to fuck him, no amount of creating distance and staying away would stop him?
Once the fire was going, and the food cooking, Grimmjow stood, stretching his long limbs, and yawned loudly. He was tired, and he hadn't even started the ridiculous journey yet. He glanced over at Ichigo, and gave him a saucy smirk, when he noticed the orange-head staring at him intently. Ichigo was in fucking denial, but no matter. He would take things slowly. The boy stood and stretched as well, his top rising to reveal a smooth expanse of tanned skin, spread across a toned mid-section.
Grimmjow fought to suppress a growl, as he avidly watched Ichigo's little show. He hadn't even realized he'd licked his lips until Ichigo blushed and scowled, then stormed off into the surrounding trees.
As Grimmjow set up beds of leaves and sheepskin blankets, he couldn't help but think how long his journey would be with Ichigo there. Not that it really mattered, because he had every intention of bedding that orange-haired temptation. Ichigo would belong to him whether he wanted to or not.
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