My Strawberry Kitten

A/N: Yey for reviews! :D Yu guys have no idea how happy they make me! Welpz, here’s another chapter! This one is slightly citrus-scented…*Sniffs the air* Mainly lime. XD Enjoy~!



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“Come along, pet,” Grimmjow said in aggravation over the squealing and the giggling and the crying, winding his hand tighter with Ichigo’s leash, and with a sharp tug, pulled his neko into the elevator, smacking him into his chest.



“Oof!” was Ichigo’s soft exhale of surprise as Grimmjow wrapped an arm securely around his waist, and glared over his orange head at the group of women standing in the lobby of the building. They’ve originally gathered to fangirl over him, and now that Ichigo was here, it just got worse. His glare did nothing to hinder them, if anything their noises just got louder and more annoying.



“Damn, I forgot I had to deal with those harpies,” Grimmjow muttered to himself and ran a hand through his hair as the elevator doors closed, but Ichigo still heard it. The neko looked up and cocked his head to the side curiously, which the blunet took notice of after he pressed the button to the top floor. “They’re my ‘fan base’ that follows me around. My boss, President Aizen of Hueco Mundo Inc. which my company works under, won’t let me do anything about it because he thinks it’s ‘good for business’, the bastard,” Grimmjow grumbled that last bit under his breath. “As long as they stay at a certain distance and don’t do anything illegal, I can’t do shit. But, pretty soon security’s gonna kick ‘em out. I’m suddenly glad Nel did send me out of the office early, now that I think about it. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to take the long way home and find you,” he purred into one pointed ear. Ichigo blushed, hiding his face in his Master’s chest as Grimmjow chuckled. The elevator dinged, the doors sliding open shortly afterwards.



The CEO stepped out and led the way, loosing his hold on Ichigo’s leash now that they were clear of his fans, one hand at the small of Ichigo’s back. He took out his keys and unlocked the door to his penthouse suite, pushing it wide open, but stopped abruptly which made Ichigo accidentally run into his back. The hybrid looked on in confusion as the man silently held up a hand, counting down. 3…2…1… “MREOW!!!”



Ichigo jumped back, startled when Grimmjow ducked suddenly. A black furry blur just barely missed his blue head by a couple inches. The blur landed with a quiet ‘thump’ and started hissing, foiled again.



“Heh, nice try, furball,” Grimmjow smirked as he flicked the light switch on. He stepped inside, closing and locking the door after Ichigo followed him in. The place was huge and spacious; the walls white with huge windows that allowed a great view of the city in, and the floor a royal blue, either in marble tiles or plush carpet. Black and blue furniture and things were strategically placed throughout the space, looking like pages out of a magazine. Stainless steel appliances and black granite counter tops could be seen in the kitchen, as well as dark cherry wood cabinets. In the living room where they were standing, there was a fireplace off to their right, and the lighting gave the place a warm, homey feeling as Ichigo took it all in with awe clearly written on his face.



The black cat that attempted to attack Grimmjow padded over to them and meowed questioningly at the newcomer inside his territory. “Ah, right. Introductions. Pantera, this is Ichigo, yer new housemate. Ichi, this is Pantera, the world’s most obnoxious, overbearing, attention-demanding cat the world’s ever known.” Grimmjow smirked when his cat shot a feline equivalent of a glare at him. He raised a slim blue eyebrow though, when Ichigo put down his bag of belongings and knelt down, opening his arms to the cat.



Pantera tilted his head a bit, before giving a friendly meow and jumping into Ichigo’s arms. The black cat purred noisily, rubbing his head to Ichigo’ face as the hybrid stroked his back.



“Huh, whaddaya know,” Grimmjow mused, unhooking the hybrid from his leash. Ichigo looked up at him inquisitively. “Normally, Pantera doesn’t allow people he doesn’t know to pet him, let alone hold him. Besides the fact that I like my privacy, that’s another reason why I don’t have my acquaintances over. He doesn’t like any of them. He also rarely purrs, and never so loudly. Guess yer just special, Ichi.” He smirked as Ichigo blushed again, but saw a small smile gently curving those soft, tempting lips…



Grimmjow shook his head. ‘Now’s not the time for that. I’m gonna hafta go slow for this to work. That crazy shop keeper said he was a virgin,’ he thought, remembering the quirky man pulling him aside as Ichigo went to pack his things and whispering everything he possibly knew about the hybrid. This time, the blunet had a bit more difficulty getting his mind out of the gutter when a barrage of naughty images popped into his head. ‘…Shit.’



All of the sudden, his stomach gave an angry growl, which stopped Pantera’s purring temporarily. Two pairs of slitted eyes blinked at him. He cleared his throat awkwardly. “You hungry, Ichi?”



The neko hybrid smiled, and nodded. “Would you like me to make you something…Master?” the boy asked quietly, still on his knees, speaking for the first time since they left the pet shop. Damn, did his voice do things to Grimmjow he’d rather not say at this time. Though the neko’s voice was soft, it didn’t have a high pitch and wasn’t feminine. Rather, it was a pleasant baritone, not quite a low tenor and definitely not as deep as his, but distinctly masculine. He wondered how many different sounds he could make that voice cry out in ecstasy…and the position he was in kneeling before him… Insert more naughty images here.



Grimmjow closed his cerulean eyes and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “…Yeah, that sounds good,” he finally managed to reply after clearing his throat. Ichigo wondered what was wrong with the man as he slowly stood and carried Pantera, heading towards the kitchen. The CEO was just glad the hybrid was dressed properly in a t-shirt and jeans…though they were rather snug- “Dammit!” he growled, startling Ichigo into dropping his cat by accident in the kitchen.



“Mreow!” Oops.



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Even with the mental images tormenting him, as well as watching Ichigo innocently molest a spoon with his tongue and not knowing the effects of what a performance was doing to his Master, dinner was otherwise fabulous.



“Wow, Ichi, you sure can cook. Urahara mentioned it, but didn’t tell me you were so talented in the kitchen. Is it true that you clean, too? My perfect little house wife,” Grimmjow grinned, delighting in the fact he could make the neko blush so red, so easily. It was quickly becoming his favorite hobby.



Ichigo scowled, the effect somewhat ruined by his blush. “I’m not a woman, Master.” He turned his back on the man, beginning to wash the dishes. The hybrid suppressed a shiver as he felt Grimmjow rake his eyes down the entire length of his toned, muscled backside.



“No, yer certainly not. Yer my sweet, orange Kitten, just for me, yeah?” he teased, chuckling when Ichigo hunched his shoulders close to his head and scrubbed the pot harder with more vigor, ears and tail twitching in embarrassment. He stood up from his seat and headed to his bedroom, “I’m gonna take a bath. When yer done, you can move yer stuff into my room where you will be sleeping,” he threw over his shoulder.



Undressing and throwing clothes over his shoulder as he went, Grimmjow was looking forward to a nice, hot soak before bed. Filling the tub and adding some bubbles Nel had gotten him for his birthday just for the hell of it, the blunet settled into the water and leaned back with a contented sigh. ‘All right, so no touching Ichi tonight. He ain’t ready for the hot and heavy stuff yet,’ he chanted mentally, trying to strengthen his will in preparation for the night ahead. ‘Okay, that wasn’t so hard. Maybe I can do this.’



Suddenly, there was a timid knock. “Master?”



Grimmjow turned his head towards the door, “Yeah?”



Ichigo peeked into the bathroom shyly, “Where do you want me to put these?” he asked, holding up the bundle he’d accumulated following the trail of clothes.



The older man smirked, “So you do clean, too.” Laughing at his Ichigo’s red face once again, he pointed towards the hamper in the closet of the bathroom. “You can drop ‘em in there.” His laughter quickly died in his throat when Ichigo stepped into the bathroom in nothing but a towel, doing as his Master requested. “You were planning on joining me, Kitten?” he rasped, his voice dipping lower as cyan eyes flashed. ‘…Or maybe I can’t do this. Fuck, he’s like sex on legs!’



“O-Of course not, Master! I would never assume. I was planning on waiting for you to finish before bathing quickly myself,” Ichigo explained, trying to appear calm but his tail gave him away, waving behind him nervously.



“Hm, well instead of wasting water, why don’t you join me instead?” the blunet purred suggestively.



“I…I don’t know…” Ichigo eyed the tub warily.



“Come here, pet,” Grimmjow beckoned him closer with a lazy crook of his finger. The neko walked over gingerly, yelping when the man yanked his towel off and pulled him into the tub with him. He sat between Grimmjow’s powerful legs wide-eyed, back to chest, trying not to panic as he felt strong, sinewy arms snake across his midriff. “Relax, Kitten,” his Master murmured into his ear, his muscles unconsciously loosening at the hypnotic voice. “There now, this ain’t so bad, yeah?”



Ichigo’s honey brown eyes slowly drifted shut as large hands began to explore his chest lazily under the guise of washing him, his body reclining even further into his Master’s embrace. He mewed quietly as Grimmjow’s fingers pinched and rubbed his nipples until they were peaked and rosy before trailing down lower, tracing his abs and caressing his tummy, lightly skimming over his inner thighs under the warm water.



“A-Ah…!” he flinched when one hand suddenly grasped his penis, beginning to stroke it into full-fledged erection. He bit his lip. “Master…”



“That’s it, Kitten. Moan for me,” Grimmjow rumbled as he trailed nips and kisses up and down the back of Ichigo’s neck, absolutely entranced by the sight of the neko moaning and undulating in his arms. His hand picked up speed as the other went down to fondle his Kitten’s sac, stroking the skin just beneath them to witness one of the most erotic things he’d ever seen.



“NNYYYAAAAAAHHHHHH~!!!” Ichigo cried out, arching up as he shot his seed into the water, some of which managed to splatter all over his stomach. He slumped over against his Master’s body, panting erratically. A questioning noise escaped him when Grimmjow lifting him up a bit. Then, he mewled, feeling his Master’s cock against his own between his legs. “…Master…?”



“Press yer thighs together, Kitten,” his Master growled before letting out an aroused grunt when his pet obeyed.



“Nnn…” Ichigo closed his eyes as his Master began to move, shivering uncontrollably at the feel of a hot, hard dick sliding against his spent, sensitive flesh as well as rubbing against his opening teasingly.



It didn’t take long for Grimmjow’s pace to pick up, considering the state his mind had been the entire time Ichigo was in his presence. Soon, Grimmjow was pushing the neko’s toned thighs closer together, growling throatily as Ichigo helped tighten them further. A hesitant touch to the head of his cock from the neko was all it took and he came, biting his Kitten’s neck to muffle his groan causing Ichigo to whine.



The blunet gradually relaxed, reclining back to his original position as he caught his breath. “Damn…” he muttered, nuzzling his pet’s bright hair as he enjoyed the pleasant buzz of the aftermath.



After a few moments, Grimmjow urged Ichigo to stand, following him shortly afterwards though slowly. The older man pulled the plug to drain the tub, and turned on the shower head. The two washed each other until no traces of their lewd activity remained before Grimmjow shut off the water. He stepped out of the tub and grabbed their towels, tossing Ichigo’s to him as he patted himself down. Then, he wrapped his around his waist as Ichigo did the same, before walking out of the bathroom to find a clean pair of boxers.



Turning around as he dried his hair with the towel, Grimmjow smirked at the sight of familiar orange shorts adorned with strawberries while the neko was toweling his own hair. Ichigo saw his expression and scowled from under his towel, though it wasn’t really effective what with his brilliant blush and all. “They were a present from my younger sisters for my birthday,” the neko mumbled, “That pervy shop keeper was there when I opened it and always made me wear them when it was my turn to sit by the window.”



“They’re cute, just like you, Ichi,” Grimmjow teased, chuckling when the neko blushed brighter. “But we’re gonna hafta go get you some new things tomorrow. I noticed you didn’t have much. Good thing it’s the weekend,” he muttered after they hung up their towels to dry. “All right, bed time.” The blunet pulled back the covers and climbed in, patting the space next to him for Ichigo. His pet followed hesitantly, squeaking when Grimmjow pulled him closer for some cuddling.



“Night, Kitten,” Grimmjow let out a mighty yawn, holding the neko close.



Ichigo tucked his head under the man’s chin. “Goodnight, Master,” he murmured before they drifted off to sleep.



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A/N: I think I’ll update weekly from now on. It gives me enough time to write out all that I want to, I’ve come to find. In the mean time, please review~! :3



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