Chapter 4; Kawaii Chibi Orange Goldfish
"Oi! Ichigo kicks at his mattress pissed as Grimmjow's body bounces up and down. "Who said you could eat crackers in my bed!" Ichigo's foot arches in a circular path about to strike the bed when Grimmjow snatches it and yanks Ichigo into the bed next to him. "Oi! Get off!"
"Quiet... you. Its too damn early to be this damn loud." Grimmjow holds Ichigo against him wrapping one arm around him sliding a large hand up his chest and lacing his fingers around his neck. He feels a hint of something tickling at his nose like an itch that needs scratching.
"It's noon." Ichigo's eyes grow wide feeling Grimmjow's finger's begin to stroke his neck. "What are you-"
"Shhh." He rubs his cheek against Ichigo's hair continuing to slide his fingers up and down his smooth neck. Grimmjow sniffs at Ichigo's hair and shuts his eyes. He sniffs a few more times and shakes his head. "You smell funny."
"Fuck you too Grimmjow." Ichigo sends his elbow into Grimmjow's rib cage.
"No I'm serious. You smell... good. " Grimmjow releases a low growl in Ichigo's ear. "Good enough to eat."
Ichigo's eyes grow wide then furrow in anger. "Are you making fun of me? Did Kon tell you? I'll kick his plushy little ass!"
"Tch." Grimmjow hops up quickly pushing Ichigo flat against the bed. "I never joke about two things... one is food and the other I'm not saying." He grins wide planting his knees between Ichigo's pressing his palms to the thin fabric of his crisp white t-shirt.
"I don't think you have to..." Ichigo's hand reach for the box above him."Oi! Just eat the crackers. I don't even care anymore!"
"I'm not really into the crackers right now. I gotta smell you more." Grimmjow yanks Ichigo's shirt off him quickly then bury's his nose in his tan chest. The sensation hits him against like a wave of euphoria. He swishes his head against the pleasing scent. Rubbing his hair over Ichigo's chest and stomach he beings to purr.
"Oh my g-" Ichigo's eyes bulge feeling a warm wet, tongue licking it's way up his torso. "Ah!"
Grimmjow shakes his head again fighting the fire in his blood. "You taste good too." He slides his face up Ichigo's taut muscles flicking his bright blue eyes down at his amber eyes then settling on his lips. "I gotta find out where it's coming from." Lowering his head down closer to Ichigo's chin he sniffs again. He lifts his eyes up to the fiery browns meeting his gaze then back down to the light pink lips. It's so fucking irresistible to him; that spicy sweet smell. Like liquid heat pumping through him burning as at flows through his veins. His tongue slips out slowly tracing a thin wet trail across Ichigo's lower lip. The flavor rushes over him blurring his vision and hardening his cock. "I-I gotta have you." Grimmjow moans dropping his hands down to lower his sweat pants.
"Whoa! That's fast." Ichigo takes the opening and pushes Grimmjow off him with a huge shove. "You stay the fuck away from me." Ichigo stomps out of his bedroom heading for the bathroom. He twists the lock shut and slides down the door wincing. Shaking his head he leans up from the door long enough to unbuckle his pants and carefully ease his throbbing cock free from it's tight curl. Running his hands through his hair he pants quickly trying to will the lust to subside. "Go away damn it." Realizing it's no use he goes over to the shower, turns the water on full blast, strips off his clothes, and steps inside. Hanging his head under the spraying shower faucet he presses his palms to the cold tile and shuts his eyes. "What the fuck just happened?"
Grimmjow's wild outburst replays in his mind igniting a flurry of images. The last image- a dark one. Where the blue-haired bastard dips his tongue across his lower lip leaving behind his own flavor. Ties Ichigo up in a inescapable wave of desire. His fingers trace his lower lip before closing around his pulsating cock. He is fast in his pace. Drawing his hand up the engorged veins of the underside squeezing near the tip to achieve release as fast as possible. Denying his pleasure to last and prolong the shame of his act. He is well on his way feeling it build and travel up his shaft when a final image pops up his mind. This face... this man from his not to distant past who stole from him, who ravaged his senses momentarily then crushed his heart with his bare hands appears.
