Exposed!

Exposed

Chapter XIV

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Grimmjow stood in the door way for a while, simply gazing down at the unconscious and prone body laying on the futon in the center of the room. He was torn between turning around and walking out like he had never been there, or going to the orange-haired teenager and running his fingers though that spiky, soft hair. After a short pause, his legs took him further into the room to stand right beside the injured figure without really thinking.

He sat down with a soft thump on the hardwood floor and absentmindedly sank his long fingers into Ichigo’s orange locks, running them through his soft hair and thinking. He was kind of frightened? –no, surprised at the strength of his feelings. He remembered back to the beginning of his ‘relationship’ with Ichigo and how all that had existed for him was the need to hear the boy’s pained cries, the need to taste his blood and the intense lust for the kid’s body. He wondered over how all of that had changed over the two years he had been visiting Ichigo. Sure he was still rough –

‘Ichi likes it rough,’ he thought with a childish snicker.

-but his feelings had changed; that need to inflict pain and taking joy in it was replaced by the need to see Ichigo writhing under him and moaning, the need to taste Ichigo’s blood replaced by the need to taste Ichigo. He felt the strange urge to protect him from others, like Ulquiorra, because Ichigo was his pray, damnit, in more ways than one now.

The Espada sighed softly and allowed his fingers to slowly trail from the kid’s hair across his features; the prominent cheekbones, his lips, nose, eyebrows, his strong jaw. Vaguely he wondered what he was doing here, showing affection like this. Hollows were not supposed to be able to feel the things that Ichigo made him feel when they were together, and he wasn’t sure whether he was thankful or not for those feelings. His thumb trailed slowly across his lover’s lips and he sighed again. He wasn’t sure whether or not he wanted to put a name to this feeling. The thought of it maybe being love scared him.

‘Ichigo..’

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Ichigo felt himself slowly fall back from the haze he had been in for the last couple of days. He tried to fight it, knowing that he was beginning to regain consciousness and he wasn’t sure he wanted to. As the rays of morning sunlight hit his face he became aware of several things he hadn’t yet noticed in his half-conscious state: he was laying on his back on a squashy futon, there were fingers tracing his cheeks, nose and lips in sweet but rough movements, and he was in pain. The carrot-top groaned and shifted slightly, trying to find a more comfortable spot to lie but not succeeding. His back arched slightly as he became unpleasantly aware of every single welt and cut on his back and he gasped.

His warm brown eyes opened, the pain and sunlight burning through his eyelids shocking him into full awareness. He looked around wildly, wondering where he was and how he had gotten there, and was about to sit up when a long, bony hand shoved on his shoulder, forcing him to lay back down. Something passed through Grimmjow’s cerulean eyes as Ichigo winced as his back rubbed across the futon, but whatever it was it had passed before Ichigo had time to further analyze it.

“What the fuck was that for?” Ichigo asked angrily, ignoring the twinge in his side, presumably from the stab wound, as he tried to sit up again. Grimmjow growled at him but Ichigo ignored that too and sat up fully, muttering a small ‘damn’ at the effort it took. The other man snorted at the orange-haired teenager’s pain.

“You’re hurt, you fucktard. What’re you tryin’ to do, gettin’ up like that? Tch.”

Ichigo grinned at Grimmjow and leaned in to kiss him chastely on the lips, mostly just to shut him up. Grimmjow raised an eyebrow as the teen tried to pull away and fisted a hand in the orange locks to keep him close as Grimmjow met his lips again in a fiery kiss. Ichigo’s mouth fell open as he gasped and the Espada took full advantage, wrapping his tongue around the teen’s and stroking. Ichigo’s hands immediately buried themselves in blue locks as Grimmjow tilted his head for better access.

Grimmjow’s long hands wandered over Ichigo’s bare torso, passing over the healing cuts and bruises and enjoying every hiss and gasp this elicited from the teenager. The Espada grinned as his lips left Ichigo’s, attaching themselves to the kid’s pulse, biting hard enough to draw blood then soothing it with his talented, pink tongue. The teen’s back arched off the futon as he cried out softly, grabbing onto Grimmjow’s shoulders as the assault on his neck continued. The blue-haired man smirked slightly as the air filled with Ichigo’s moans as the Espada licked down his neck to cover the teen’s chest in small, dark marks of ownership.

“What,” Ichigo panted as his head fell back. “I thought I was –gasp –too injured.”

His blunt nails dug into Grimmjow’s back, creating angry red welts as the older man flicked his tongue out at the teenager’s nipple, taking it into his mouth and sucking. The Espada chuckled and gave a small nip as he moved on to the other and gave it the same treatment, grinning as his lover mewled for him.

God how he loved the sounds that Ichigo made for him.

“That was before you kissed me, dumbshit.”

Ichigo smirked and pulled the Espada in for another tangle of tongues, moaning as Grimmjow pulled back a bit to bite and suck on his lower lip. Grimmjow’s hand busied itself trying to get Ichigo’s hakama off as well as his own. The teenager laughed and pushed Grimmjow’s jacket off over his shoulders, sighing in relief as the cool air caressed his erection when Grimmjow finally managed to wiggle him out of his pants.

The carrot-top swallowed a moan as the blue-haired man practically slithered down his body, dipping his wet tongue in his navel. Hands instantly flew up to bury themselves in Grimmjow’s hair as the god-like appendage swirled around his prominent hip bone and trailed lower.

“Ichi,” Grimmjow breathed, the hot breath on his head catching the teenager’s attention; Ichigo’s brown eyes stared, fascinated, as the head of his erection disappeared in Grimmjow’s hot, wet oh God mouth. Grimmjow swallowed him in one go and Ichigo’s head fell back hard and a crack reverberated around the room. His moans spurred Grimmjow on as the Substitute made no effort to mask the sounds, and his lover’s head began to bob up and down on his length.

Ichigo moaned loudly as his lover created the perfect amount of suction around his cock, that godly tongue tracing the vein on the underside of his sex. Grimmjow reached down to lightly fondle the Shinigami’s balls, trying to provide his lover more stimulation. Ichigo was totally lost, his eyes rolling back into his head as he muttered a string of words too quiet for Grimmjow to hear.

Grimmjow tried not to smirk as he hummed around him and suddenly Ichigo was spilling over the edge; his body tensed and his back arched and he cried out as he came fast and hard into Grimmjow’s waiting mouth. The sounds of Ichigo’s panting and Grimmjow licking up Ichigo’s come filled the room. Ichigo watched Grimmjow as he ‘cleaned up;’ he looked just a cat licking up some cream. Ichigo cracked a grin.

Suddenly the air was filled with Grimmjow’s laughter and Ichigo raised a brow. “Gee, that was fast, Ichi,” the Espada said, tracing circles around a hip bone. Ichigo blushed in anger and embarrassment and 

opened his mouth to retort that it had been two fucking months since he’d been laid, but before he could, he felt Grimmjow probing his entrance. He raised the other eyebrow.

“No lube, Ichi. Deal with it,” Grimmjow said, smirking as he shoved a finger up the teenager’s ass. Ichigo gritted his teeth against the stinging sensation as Grimmjow stretched him out. The fingers inside scissored him and thrust a couple times before Ichigo moaned wildly, signaling to Grimmjow that he had brushed against the boy’s prostate. He did hit it twice more and soon Ichigo was hard again, writhing beneath him and practically begging for Grimmjow to get on with it.

“Grimm, hurry the fuck up, shithead!” Ichigo grunted, clawing Grimmjow’s back. The Espada just smirked at him, grabbed his slim hips in a bruising hold and thrust in with no warning. Ichigo cried out in pain, but the pained sound only turned Grimmjow on and he began rocking at a fast pace, their sweat-slicked bodies sliding over each other, chest against chest and stomach against stomach.

“So tight,” Grimmjow moaned, leaning down to bite on the junction of Ichigo’s neck and shoulder.

Ichigo gasped in pain and writhed beneath him, but once Grimmjow’s head brushed against Ichigo’s prostate the pain was instantly gone and they both moaned in pleasure. Ichigo grabbed the blue-haired man roughly by the hair and smashed their lips together, teeth clacking and nipping as Grimmjow’s hand reached down between them to pump Ichigo’s straining erection. Ichigo gasped and came, his eyes rolling back into his head. His lover gritted his teeth as Ichigo’s inner muscles tightened around him and thrust a few more erratic times before he, too, came, groaning his lover’s name.

Grimmjow collapsed and half laid on the teenager and the two lay there, panting and flushed. The door to their right opened and Urahara stepped through. Ichigo squawked unceremoniously and grabbed the blanket to cover himself up; Grimmjow was on his own. The blonde man laughed openly at Ichigo’s furiously blushing face.

“Good to see you’re …up…now, Kurosaki,” Urahara said, hiding his smirk behind his fan. “I just came to tell Grimmjow that dinner was ready, but since you’re awake now -and probably unable to move around- I’ll have Rukia bring you some in a few minutes.” As soon as he appeared, the man was gone again, the door clicking shut.

Ichigo lay there for a moment longer, wallowing in his own embarrassment and slightly angry that he didn’t get to enjoy coming down from his sex high before elbowing Grimmjow in the side. “Grimm, get up you fucker. It’s supper time and Rukia’s coming in a few minutes. At least let me get dressed!” Grimmjow just grunted and rolled over and off of Ichigo. The younger man rolled his eyes and turned away to dress, hiding his smile. He threw Grimmjow’s clothes to him and kicked him in the side to get him up.

Not ten seconds after Grimmjow had finished tying his sash the door opened and Rukia came in, carrying two bowls of rice and two bowls of miso soup. Ichigo took them from her with a thankful smile. She smiled tentatively back and left the lovers to their own devices. Ichigo set the food down on a low table in the corner and immediately began to shovel the rice into his mouth. Grimmjow watched and felt a stab of something akin to pity; the reality of what had happened to Ichigo just settling in. The teenager probably hadn’t eaten for several days, judging from the way he ate now. The Espada sighed, wondering where this fit of niceness came from as he dumped half the rice in his bowl into Ichigo’s and nearly wanted to laugh at the look on the kid’s face.

“Eat it, you need it more than me,” he said simply, looking away out the window so he wouldn’t have to see the smile that he knew would grace his lover’s face.

“Thank you,” Ichigo mumbled. The two ate the rest of their meal in silence.

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As Grimmjow gathered up Ichigo’s empty bowls, he said, “Ichi, I’m going to have the woman come in here and heal you the rest of the way. You were so fuckin’ stupid, askin’ her to heal me instead. Damn.”

Ichigo smiled softly at the older man, knowing that this was some backwards way of saying that he had been worried about him. Ichigo made no comment, knowing that Grimmjow would realize he understood the meaning behind the words and no other words were necessary.

Grimmjow left with the bowls, a small, soft smirk on his face and five minutes later Inoue walked through the door. She looked nervous, twisting her hands in her skirt. Ichigo just smiled at her and lay back down on his futon so she could get to work.

“Thanks, Inoue, for doing this. And thanks for healing Grimm,” he muttered as the yellow aura began to glow over him. He looked into her gray eyes and she nodded. Satisfied, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, allowing his friend to heal his pains, embarrassment of having her see the marks Grimmjow left on his body waning with every slow, deep breath he took.

Inoue allowed a small smile as she watched his facial features relax into the sleep that he really needed. She felt sorry for him for what he had gone though, but it was not pity she was feeling. She thought back to a few days ago when the five of them had just gotten back and had just been brought to Urahara’s for rest. They had all sat down and heard the stories from Renji, Rukia, Grimmjow and Tatsuki, curious to find out how they had broken in and escaped.

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--Flashback--

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“Why don’t you start at the beginning, Tatsuki!” Inoue suggested gently, knowing that her friend was confused and scared after what had happened. “It’s okay if you don’t know their names or anything too, because we most likely do since we went to Hueco Mundo once.”

Tatsuki smiled weakly at her friend’s reassurance and cleared her throat, uncomfortable with being the center of attention. She made eye contact with Mizuiro and Keigo, who had also be brought back to Urahara’s for the explanation since they had been waiting for Ichigo’s return like the rest of them had.

“Well, we were brought into that castle thing-“

“Las Noches,” Renji supplied.

“-Yes, that. Anyway, the guy with brown hair and glasses, I think he’s Aizen? He brought us to a dungeon for a while, and then we were transferred to a chamber room, I think… And then he had Ichigo chained and… Well… Hurt Ichigo. In the beginning they came in often, but a few days before we escaped they stopped coming and Ichigo was able to save up his strength in order to break the chains so we could run. No one was even guarding us.”

“Hm… Sounds to me that it was a little too easy,” Urahara said thoughtfully, his fan coming up to hide the lower half of his face so his thoughts would remain hidden as well. “In fact, I think maybe we should contact Soul Society as soon as Kurosaki is awake so we can warn them against a possible attack. Anyway, can you tell me how you escaped?”

“Um… Well like I said, they didn’t come for a few days or something, it’s hard to tell time there, so Ichigo was able to store up some strength and he was able to dislocate his thumbs and something happened and then the shackles on his feet broke and we were out. We ran into Rukia and Renji and Grimmjow in the hallway and escaped.”

Rukia nodded in agreement and Urahara asked, “How did Kurosaki and Grimmjow become injured?”

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Grimmjow had given a narrative of the fight with Ulquiorra after that and Inoue hadn’t really been that shocked that Ulquiorra had been the one to injure them; she had always been wary of him when she was held captive in Las Noches. No, the part that had surprised her the most was that it seemed like Ichigo and Tatsuki, as well as the rest, had been ‘let out.’

Inoue continued to watch Ichigo sleep as she healed him, not noticing Grimmjow’s lean figure propped up against the doorjamb, watching his lover as he slept.


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