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Memories. Part III.
Karakura town. 3 weeks before the war.
By the end of the second week, Ichigo was afraid that everything could be hopelessly slipping out of control.
His fighting skills had improved visibly, both with the vizards as well as with Grimmjow. He could keep the mask for some seconds longer by now and his defeats at the espada's hands were not as overwhelming as they had been a week before. As a result, they lasted longer and most days it was nightfall when the arrancar departed to Hueco Mundo.
If it bothered Inoue, she never complained, although they slept fewer hours each day. She had been healing him twice per day, before and after these evenings meetings, and never again said a word about the espada. Ichigo noticed her curiosity, but he still was afraid to tell her everything. He had already explained his reasons for the double training, as well as his deal with Shiro, but he hadn't let the hollow out to meet her. Shiro had been asking him almost every day, but Ichigo was too afraid of her reaction. If she saw Shiro's face… he would most probably scare the hell out of her, and Ichigo didn't dare to let that happen. She was his only anchor with the real world, and he was quite sure he could not bear to go ahead alone.
On a completely different level, there was also the matter of his relationship with Grimmjow. Shiro not only hadn't stopped his teasing games with the espada, but also had thrown Ichigo in the field with them. The hollow had quickly realized that Ichigo was nervous about the way his body reacted to the arrancar, and had found an added enjoyment in placing the shinigami in all sorts of embarrassing situations. These last days, their fights had definitely taken a definite harassing edge on Ichigo's calm and their interactions were bedeviled by sexual insinuations.
This was the main reason why Ichigo had decided to go to his inner world to talk with Shiro but his attempts had proven futile so far. Shiro had almost died laughing at him and had called him craven and a hypocrite. The hollow reminded him that he could not hide anything from him, not even his feelings. They had been arguing for a while, and not only about Grimmjow but also about Inoue. Shiro couldn't understand why he made no move to approach her either, as from his point of view, she was more than willing to bring their relationship to another level. After a heated discussion, Ichigo realized that trying to make him understand was pointless. Shiro just suggested to stop thinking and start acting on both fronts. For that alone, Ichigo almost regretted not having killed him when he was supposed to. In the end, he just left his inner word with a chilly feeling, as the last words he heard from Shiro were the threat to solve his doubts quickly or he would take action instead.
This evening his mood was so gloomy after dinner that Inoue had insisted on going out for a walk in the park. They wandered around in silence for a long time, until they sat down on the top of a small hill, looking absent minded to the city below.
"You do know you can tell me anything that's bothering you, don't you?" She was seated with her legs stretched in front of her and leaning back on her hands. Her gaze was lost on the roofs below.
"Hm..." he hesitated.
"Everything is fine with the vizards?" she inquired softly.
"Hm." This time, there were no uncertainties in his voice.
Inoue easily realized that this wasn't the source of his late troubles, so it must be the other. He probably wasn't going to tell her anything, but she tried anyway without much hope. "The training with the arrancar is working?"
"Hm. I'm getting much better, and Shiro too." He had talked more than strictly necessary, and she didn't fail to catch its meaning.
Smiling faintly, she pressed on. "And does he like sparring with Grimmjow?"
Ichigo blushed visibly and Inoue quickly recognize the embarrassment in his voice.
"Maybe too much." He pointed out, and realized too late he should have never spoken these words aloud; but he could not call them back now. He had slipped into dangerous grounds and had already revealed far too much.
When Inoue only smiled teasingly, Ichigo relaxed a little. "What does he like the most, the fights or the fighter?"
Ichigo kept the blush and smiled nervously. There was no way he could avoid the subject now, so he just accepted his abashed fate. He tilted his head to meet her shining eyes.
"Probably both. It's awfully embarrassing, you know?"
She sounded mildly amused. "Why? Grimmjow doesn’t like it?"
Ichigo snorted. "Because they play with me and every time they get in any embarrassing position, Shiro switches the body back to me."
Inoue was grinning widely by now. "Oh, and you don't like Grimmjow that way?"
Ichigo looked at her with wide eyes. He couldn't believe she was asking this; she should be freaking out, not being amused. Watching his distress, Inoue laughed and went on. "He's hot as hell. You would be blind not to notice it."
His face was now impossibly red. "He's an arrancar!"
"So what? You are half shinigami and half hollow, so you are not all that different. And anyway, what's the problem with that?" She was clearly teasing him, and he didn't know how to make her stop without making a fool of himself.
"He's not human!" he exclaimed with exasperation.
"Neither are the shinigami but that didn't stop you from fucking them," she pointed out immediately.
"I'm half shinigami also ..." Even he knew it was just a lame excuse, and she didn't buy it.
"So, I'm the only one without any excuse? I'm just a human, and I'm the only one to blame for fucking a shinigami?" She still had that amused tone that made it extremely difficult for Ichigo to be mad at her; and her cheerful mood was highly contagious. Glad to see him relaxing and falling into the game, she went on with a clear teasing edge. "Besides, you are half hollow too."
"Do not remind me." He finally smiled back at her.
"What does Shiro think about all this? Have you talked with him?" she asked with true curiosity.
He sighed and drew a knee up to his chest, crossing his arms over it. "It's better not to ask."
She smiled playfully and instigated him to talk; threatening him with a new set of fancy tasty dishes she had in mind for the next days until Ichigo finally surrendered, laughing.
"He just wants to fuck him."
Inoue laughed at him. When she recovered her breath, she smirked at him and leaned closer to question boldly. "And you? Haven't you dreamt about fucking him?"
Ichigo blushed furiously but forced himself to answer. "It would be too weird …"
Inoue burst out laughing. "So you have thought about it!"
He realized too late that she had made him talk too much. Again. He cursed and tried to regain his pride. "I don't like him!"
"Ok, ok." She was having serious problems getting a hold on herself. After a few quick deep breaths, she felt her voice calm enough to clarify the situation for him. "So, you only lust for him."
This time Ichigo hit her on the shoulder playfully, and she slapped him back on the arm. They played for a while until they fell on their backs onto the grass.
She rested on one elbow to smile him, glad to see he looked much better now.
He grinned back, feeling truly relaxed for the first time since that awfully long week started. Slowly, he brushed a strand of hair from her face to let it lay behind her ear. When he was removing the hand, Inoue caught his wrist and held it in place. Their faces were so close, that they could feel each other's breath. Ichigo was suddenly aware of her soft lips brushing his hand and her eyes shining with a gleam he had never seen. After what Ichigo felt like an eternity, she released his hand and moved forward to brush her thumb over his mouth, smiling softly at his involuntary gasp. His eyes darkened and he bucked forward before his mind could even register the movement. As soon as their lips met, Inoue buried her hand on his nape, encouraging him to deepen the kiss. He eagerly complied and found Inoue's lips opening for him.
They laid there for a while, kissing languidly, until Ichigo managed to get a hold on himself and push her back a little.
"I'm … I'm sorry … I didn't mean …" He hesitated with a scared voice.
"It's OK, just calm down." She smiled warmly and caressed his cheek. "I didn't mean to scare you. I just wanted to make you feel better."
Ichigo suddenly had awful pangs of doubt from his conscience. He had just confessed to her his crush on the arrancar; what would she think now? What can he possibly say to fix this mess?
"Ichigo." He looked her, as the name rolled over him with her honey voice. "A kiss will change nothing between us, so don't freak out." Ichigo smiled slightly at these last words, remembering their first real talk. He couldn't help but apologize again.
"I'm really sorry Inoue … but I can't …"
"You don't need to say anything. I will always be here, no matter what. I'll be here when you are ready to go further, and I’ll still be here if you aren’t. I'm not expecting anything, Ichigo. We are beyond friendship. A little bit of sex between us won't change this." She winked at him, aiming for lightening the mood. "It will just make everything funner."
"But … I'm so sorry … after all I've told you about Grimmjow … if I had to choose …"
She stopped him by hitting his head playfully. "I'm not asking you to choose, dumbass. I'm offering you the chance to spice up our lives; I never said a word about being exclusive!"
This time, he couldn't help but smile at her. He knew she meant it, and it really would be nice … if he didn't have a hollow in his soul and an arrancar messing with his head. She deserved better and he was not going to cause her more troubles than the ones he had already brought to her life.
They just laid there for a while, talking lightly about more mundane matters. Finally, they walked back chatting cheerfully and when they reached her home, Ichigo’s mood had really improved.
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"Are you coming or what?" Grimmjow stood in the ripped sky, waiting for Ichigo to follow him to Hueco Mundo. The young shinigami was still doubtful. It was raining profusely, as it had the day before. Back then, when Grimmjow had seen the awful weather, he tried to convince him to train in Hueco Mundo, where the weather was more stable. Ichigo roundly refused to follow him there, so the arrancar left and they didn't fight for the first day in a fortnight.
His hollow had called him a coward, and even Inoue had admitted that fighting here with the reiatsu suppressors (without anybody able to track him) wasn't any different than moving to fight in another world. Sometimes she almost scared him.
So, he was currently faced with the same problem. Grimmjow stood there, his arm on his hipbone, his head slightly tilted and his trade mark smirk plastered on his face; blatantly defying him to cross the portal. The sight helped Ichigo to make up his mind. He had never been able to refuse a challenge and this was clearly one. Without a second thought, he jumped into the black rip and set foot for the first time on the white sands of Hueco Mundo.
When they started fighting, Ichigo had to admit that it had been a good idea. It was far more comfortable fighting under the moon light than get soaked in the living world. And there was no possibility to get caught (something that permanently bothered Ichigo when sparring in Karakura's park); so, he let himself sink deeper than usual into the fight.
He even managed a couple of good hits before his face was smashed against a glassy tree. Surprisingly, it didn't break and when the dizziness faded enough for him to focus, he found himself trapped between the tree and the arrancar, who was holding both his wrists above his head and had securely pinned him against the strange crystalline wood with his body pressed on his back.
When he shivered at Grimmjow's breath on his neck, he knew he had another added problem to his already stormy life. Two weeks ago, if he had been placed in this situation, it would have scared the hell out of him. This time, however, he felt his temperature rise as the arrancar voice whispered in his ear.
"You got in a few good hits this time, Kurosaki. Too bad I finally caught you". The husky words directly caused Ichigo's face to flush. He was unable to move as the horny arrancar was pressing on his thighs.
Ichigo quickly weighed his options. He couldn't visualize any easy escape, so he boldly decided to play along, hoping it wouldn't get too out of control. He turned his face to capture the blue gaze and slowly licked the dry blood from his own lips, not missing the shiver that wracked the arrancar's body. Ichigo smirked at the sight. He had been watching Shiro play this game long enough to know how to make Grimmjow lose his focus.
Keeping his eyes locked on that blue gaze, he smiled faintly to purr. "It's really a pity you've caught me so quickly. I do prefer it to last longer."
Grimmjow's smirk turned into a feral snarl when Ichigo ground slowly against his body, blatantly teasing him. He flipped the shinigami around, smashing his back on the tree and keeping his wrists still pinned above his head. The voice sounded low and thick. "I thought you would prefer it rough, shinigami."
Ichigo's smirk matched his, both pair of eyes on fire, his control slowly faltering under the arrancar's rough voice. "I never said I didn’t."
Grimmjow closed the distance until Ichigo noticed his breath on his neck. The arrancar's teeth were grazing the soft skin of the shinigami, who found himself unconsciously bucking upwards to get more of this dangerously arousing friction. With a hiss, the arrancar moved to face him again, not missing Ichigo's hardness as their bodies rubbed together.
"You don't know what you are doing, shinigami." Grimmjow's voice was intoxicating.
Ichigo completely agreed with these words, but couldn't bring himself to care. His body was screaming for more contact, loud enough to silence his mind.
"And does it matter?" Ichigo's voice sounded far more confident than he really was. The alarm bells of his mind were blazing as contradictory emotions crashed together. His body craved for more contact, for the new field of possibilities that were opening right in front of him; but his mind still refused to give in, afraid of the unimaginable consequences.
Suddenly, the world spun and Ichigo found himself forced unceremoniously to the ground. He was ready to bitterly complain at the rough treatment, but stilled when he saw that Grimmjow wasn't even looking at him. In fact, his gaze was focused on a group of hollows who were hungrily surrounding them. Ichigo heard Grimmjow's cursing and realized that they couldn't release their power and were greatly outnumbered. He immediately changed body with Shiro and both got ready to fight a dozen hollows with nothing more than their sealed swords.
After killing the last one, Grimmjow dropped down next to Shiro, both lying exhausted in the sand. None had been simple hollows and one of them had even been close to adjuchas class. Both fought like hell but Shiro took the brunt of it. He got a rather nasty wound in his shoulder before he managed to deliver a fatal blow on the stronger one.
Still breathing hard, Grimmjow popped himself up on an elbow to have a closer look at his injured partner. The bleeding hadn't stopped but it has lessened. "Are you ok, hollow?"
"Shut the fuck up, arrancar. I'm not that easy to kill." His golden eyes were shining, still high from the adrenaline rush.
Grimmjow stared at him, the smell of fresh blood on Shiro's body heating his mind. The arrancar had been horny before the fight, and the thrill of the killing hadn't decreased his arousal in the slightest. Shiro's actions weren't helping Grimmjow's mind to focus either. The white hollow smelled the fresh blood from his hands and when he started licking it slowly, the already weak self-control Grimmjow had, shattered apart.
"Keep doing that and I'm gonna respond." His voice was barely a hiss, his eyes locked on Shiro's actions.
The hollow's smirk curved into a lustful snarl as he slowed deliberately and sucked another finger clean. That was all Grimmjow could take. With a sudden movement, the arrancar jumped on him, straddling his waist. His gaze was locked on Shiro's mouth, his eyes shining dark. Grimmjow could feel the hollow’s hard rock below him and felt his instincts crawling to take over his mind, screaming to ravish this more than willing body. Deliberately slow, the arrancar bent down to lick the fresh blood leaking from the partially closed wound. The salty metallic taste heated up his mind as Shiro groaned loudly, bucking up for more contact.
Panting, the white hollow managed to hold a grip on the blue hair, pulling the arrancar up to meet his gaze; his voice rough and demanding. "Stop the fucking teasing. I don't have energy for this sweet foreplay."
Shiro's words spoke directly to Grimmjow's arousal. Since Aizen had moved to Las Noches, he hadn't had any decent fucks with his usual lover, as they decided to keep a permanent mask of indifference between each other; neither of them willing to risk knowing the consequences of this sort of information falling into Aizen's hands. So, for the last few weeks, he had just fucked with low rank arrancars, none of them worth anything else than for a quick release. However, this hollow was on a completely deferent level. This time, he could allow himself to lose control without worrying about breaking or killing his partner; since Shiro was not only strong enough to match his wildest desires, but also seemed more than willing to do so.
With a low groan Grimmjow started to rip the already torn clothes off the hollow's chest and took no time in loosening the knot of his own pants "You asked for it, hollow. Don't you fucking dare pass out on me if I'm too rough."
Shiro's was already gasping; the blood loss and his current arousal clouding his mind and preventing him from effectively focusing on closing his wounded shoulder. Grimmjow's thick voice wasn't helping either. "If I pass out, just leave me at the healer's house."
Grimmjow tried to listen while his hand moved to unfasten Shiro's pants. "The healer's house?"
"The girl who saw you fighting with Ichigo a couple of weeks ago. We are living there. She knows enough not to ask."
"Great. Now shut the fuck up and focus, your wound has opened again."
"Oh, shit" Shiro place his right hand on his shoulder, noticing his fingers soaking with blood. He was quickly running out of time. With his reiatsu suppressed he hadn't the power to keep the deep cut closed. He lowered the other hand, searching for Grimmjow's arousal and let him free while Grimmjow was doing good work of Shiro's clothes, ripping them off of the hollow's body. All the remaining coherent thoughts that Grimmjow would have been keeping fell apart as Shiro lowered his right hand, now completely soaked with his own warm blood, and generously coated him.
With a feral groan, Grimmjow flipped him, forcing the hollow on his knees and tearing at his few remaining clothes. He took just a moment to lean down and whisper into Shiro's neck, while wetting his fingers in the dripping blood. "Hold on a little longer, hollow, I'm almost there."
Without any other warning, Shiro felt two bloody fingers stretching him. He let out a low groan and felt his arms bend as the fingers fucked him mercilessly. He lowered to rest his face on his forearms, breathing in the smelly sand, already red from his leaking shoulder. As soon as the arrancar noticed him pushing backwards to match his fingers, he added one more, twisting them roughly. Shiro moaned wildly as he started to lose himself in the sudden pleasure waves that came with the angle change. Grimmjow took no time in further preparing him. He removed his fingers and placed himself at his opening. In one swift motion, the arrancar broke through the hardly stretched body and in a few wild thrusts, he had deepened to the hilt. Shiro's mind was lost in the mixture of pain and pleasure coming from Grimmjow's rough treatment. It felt incredibly—vitalizing. But it wasn't nearly enough. The arrancar was too slow, too careful.
Shiro wanted more, needed more. While the espada was still moving slowly, waiting for him to adjust, Shiro moved back, impaling himself hard, with a yell that was half scream and half moan.
Grimmjow took the hint and started pumping at a good pace. However the arrancar quickly felt his body falter and knew he couldn't keep the rhythm for long. Mentally cursing Aizen for his lost arm, he let Shiro's hipbone go and lowered his hand to stroke the hollow's cock. Shiro's groans heated up, as the arrancar pumped him in time with his wild thrusts.
Unable to keep his balance any longer with just one arm, Grimmjow moved his hand to the hollow's shoulder to hold himself. It wasn't until he noticed his fingers wetting that he realized he was digging into Shiro's highly injured muscles. He tensed, expecting some kind of complain from his partner, but was only regarded with a litany of low groans from the bleeding hollow. The arrancar tightened his grip experimentally, digging deeper in the wound and slightly increasing the force of his thrusts. This time the groans grow louder, Shiro's voice completely lost in the pain-pleasure waves piercing though his whole body. He stared back over his shoulder, golden eyes burning with need.
"Fuck… harder, arrancar." Shiro moved one hand to stroke himself as Grimmjow smirked savagely. The hollow was clearly enjoying the brutal treatment which the espada was inflicting. Luckily, both of them needed exactly the same thing, and Grimmjow gladly complied. He buried his hand in the white hair, holding a tight grip and roughly pulled up Shiro's body, the hollow's back grinding on his chest. The arrancar moved his hand to grip the pale neck and held it there, half choking him, while whispering in his ear. "Scream for me, hollow."
The arrancar sped up the rhythm and bit down on Shiro's unwounded shoulder, near the crook of his neck, sinking his canines deep into the hollow’s flesh. Shiro cried out as he came hard on his own hand, dragging Grimmjow to his own release.
Grimmjow hardly had any time to exit Shiro's body before both hollows fell to the ground, their legs unable to hold them any longer. They lay down in the sand, panting heavily. The adrenaline had left their bodies and the afterglow left them dealing with the exhaustion of the previous battle.
Grimmjow moved first, sitting up and slowly arranging his ruined clothes. He gave a look at his partner, who still hadn't caught his breath. Both shoulders were now bleeding and all the flesh surrounding the battle cut was turning into every possible shade between crimson and black.
"You can stop the bleeding, hollow. I think we won't need any more lubrication just yet."
Shiro chuckled before eying him, too tired to even consider standing up. "Shut the fuck up, arrancar. You loved it."
Grimmjow smirked back. "Maybe even as much as you did."
Besides the exhaustion, Shiro's golden eyes sparkled with amusement. He still managed to cock an eyebrow to the espada. "You are a fucking sadist."
"Luckily, you are a fucking masochist," he pointed out grinning openly.
"I have my moments." Shiro's voice faded as he used his last energy to give the body back to the shinigami.
Grimmjow looked at the unconscious orange haired boy. He had no idea if the boy had been aware of his intercourse with the hollow, but he was pretty sure he didn't want to know it right now. Sighing deeply, he took Zangetsu and placed the shinigami on his shoulder, hardly managing to open a Garganta without dropping him. He easily found the healer's house and walked straight to the main door. Without second thoughts, he crossed the unlocked door and dropped Ichigo's unconscious body on the couch. Inoue rushed out of the kitchen to find herself faced with the tall arrancar, who she immediately recognized as the espada Ichigo was training with.
As soon as she saw her friend's body lying lifeless on the couch, she placed her shield on him and started the healing.
It took her just a moment to realize his wounds weren't life threatening, so she relaxed a little and turned to face the arrancar, who was already ripping a black hole in the air. He left without a backward glance, leaving Inoue with all the unuttered questions staring at the fading ripped air.
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When Ichigo finally opened his eyes, the only thing he saw were big dark clouds moving upside-down, while he was lying on the outside crystal of a skyscraper window. He didn't move for a while, nervously afraid to meet his hollow. He had been painfully aware of all their last interactions, from the deathly fight to the bloody fuck. He was so confused that he didn't know how to face Shiro.
Unfortunately for him, the hollow had never been an example of patience.
"What the fuck are you doing lying there?" The eerie voice sounded slightly amused, much to Ichigo's distress. "I haven't dragged you here to sleep."
"And why have you dragged me here?"
"Well, seeing as you were unconscious out there, we could at least have a nice talk here." Ichigo closed his eyes, refusing to meet the hollow's gaze; but unable to avoid his voice. "Before the rain started."
The shinigami opened his eyes again and gave a better look at the sky, realizing that the clouds were growing bigger and darker. He sighed and sat down, eyes cast down.
"What do you want, Shiro?"
"What do YOU want, Ichigo?" Shiro smirked. "I'm not the one in the dark mood."
"Maybe this dark mood comes from your recent actions?" His voice was tinged with resentment.
"Oh, so you didn't enjoy my little love affair with Grimm?" Shiro's mocking tone was fraying Ichigo's temper.
"He almost choked you to death; and you called it a 'little love affair'?" Ichigo's voice was barely a whisper, his self-control barely contained.
Shiro chuckled. "Almost. That is the key word here. That damn arrancar was surprisingly good at it."
Ichigo's eyes were thin slits under his frown as he raised his head to meet Shiro's gaze, his voice hardly a hiss. "He could have killed you. You were playing with fire."
Shiro held his stare unabashedly. "And you can't have fun with fire without a few burns …"
Both stayed still for a while, studying the other, neither of them willing to lower their gaze first. Finally, Shiro grinned. "But you already knew this. Why would you have been stalking Renji if you didn’t?"
"I wasn't stalking Renji!" Ichigo's eyes widened at the sudden turn of the conversation.
Shiro raised his arms in a mocking gesture. "My apologies. You were sparring with him at any chance you had."
"And what's the problem with that?"
"Please Ichigo!" The hollow stood up and approached him, his eyes shining like melted gold. "I was there, remember? You cannot hide from me!" Shiro's voice grew darker as his slow steps were slowly closing the distance between them. "You expected that he would finally decide to go to the next level and fuck you right there." His voice was barely a whisper now. "You hoped he would."
Ichigo blushed furiously, standing up to face his white self. "I've been sparring with most of my friends, why Renji?"
Shiro was so close that his voice was just a hiss. "Because he was hot as hell and powerful enough to almost kill you—twice."
Ichigo's blush increased at Shiro's words. The eerie hollow's low voice was getting on his nerves. He’d had enough; it was far too much for just one day. He turned around, moving away to put some distance between them. "That's enough, Shiro. This conversation is going nowhere. It stops here and now."
"Oh, I didn't know you were so afraid. What do you fear, Ichigo? I'm getting too close to your darker wishes?" Shiro's rough voice felt like liquid fire on Ichigo's mind.
He tried desperately to find a way out while the hollow was slowly approaching him again. "I'm not afraid. And we have already fucked, remember?"
Shiro didn't buy it for a second. "Yeah, I remember. Renji, Rukia and you; a sweet sexy night. It wasn't half bad, but you know I'm not talking about that."
Suddenly the world spun and Ichigo found his back pushed to a concrete wall, Shiro's body pressed on him. The hollow had both his wrists pinned over his head with one hand, while the other gripped on his neck tightly.
"Are you afraid now, Ichigo?" The gold and black eyes were locked onto brown ones, both pairs shining, filled with the sudden adrenaline rush. Ichigo's voice was rough and somehow angry.
"No, I'm not". He looked intensely into the golden orbs, doing nothing to free himself.
Shiro smirked evilly and leaned closer, his voice low and thick. "Good. And you neither fear Grimmjow. So, what's holding you back?" His eyes closed to slits as he was getting angrier as he spoke. "I've proved to you that he is more than willing to be that to you, so why are you so fucking afraid to accept it?"
Ichigo could barely hold back his surprise as he realized Shiro's true intentions under the play. He had done this to force Ichigo to experience what he really wanted, but never dared to admit it. Shiro didn't wait for an answer and kept going on.
"I know what you want, and I know how scared you are. It pisses me off." He leant forward, burying his face in Ichigo's neck. His grip released Ichigo's wrists and moved lower, to rest by his side. He took a moment before speaking again, this time his voice sounded calmer, somehow tired. "I want the same as you, and Grimmjow too. Why are you making everything so fucking difficult?"
Ichigo knew that Shiro had just proved to him that the espada wouldn't mind fucking him as rough and hard as he wished. However, despite how much both had enjoyed the moment, Grimmjow had just taken advantage of the situation, and an admission like this would give the arrancar too much power over him. It would be an extremely unbalanced relationship, which was clearly pointing to a dramatic outcome.
Ichigo sighed defeated. "And what about Inoue? I can't do this to her."
Shiro's eyes darkened. "Don't you dare bring up Inoue here! She has been waiting for you to make a move for the last whole week. And you haven't done a fucking thing!"
"She deserves better than me!"
"Of course she deserves better than a fucking craven who can't even admit what he wants!"
Ichigo held his tongue and forced himself to focus on the previous matter. "He's just looking for another way to crush me, I'm not gonna give him that pleasure."
Shiro's grip on his neck tightened. "Shit. You are slower that what I thought. You should take advantage of these kind of opportunities—since they tend to be scarce. There will be plenty of time for wailing later." Giving Ichigo no time to register these enigmatical words, he released him as suddenly as he had caught him. He turned around and walked away a dozen steps. When he turned back, he was smiling playfully. "Wanna bet?"
Ichigo blinked before adjusting to the hollow's mood change. "What kind of bet?"
"If next time I fuck Grimmjow as rough and hard as he fucked me today, and he gladly agrees … you give him a try."
Ichigo smirked. There was no fucking chance Shiro could manage to crush the espada to that level, Grimmjow was still stronger than them. "But if you can't do it in—a week, you are going to admit that you were absolutely wrong about all this, and you are going to stop interfering with Inoue as well. And you will deeply apologize to me."
Shiro walked closer, grinned widely while offering him a hand. "Deal."
Ichigo shook, his mood greatly improved. He was going to win that bet doing absolutely nothing. He would finally get to let go of the Inoue's matter. And have an apology from Shiro—that alone would be priceless.
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