Cursed

Review Replies- NeonOranges: Thank you, I hope you like this chapter as well!
MasterAkira: I know, Grimmjow is such a pigtail puller…or in this case, orange hair puller.
Nusku: Evil, am I? kukuku
Yakumo: I found them on an anime character profile…I can’t remember if it was wikipedia or not though D=
Kera-Izaki: I hope this is soon enough =D
Lynzee: Shhhh…don’t let Grimmjow and Ichigo realize that we think they are cute. *dies from stabby death*
Queen_Celestia: Thank you! I’d say I’m sorry I made you laugh…but I’m really not X3

Many thanks to WarriorNun who is my beta for this story =D

And now we have Grimmjow’s thoughts on Ichigo :P

Cursed: Chapter 3

Grimmjow stalked home, kicking and glaring at anything that dared to cross his path. The hand where that Kurosaki brat had bit him throbbed like a mother fucker and his knuckles felt even worse. He unlocked the door to his house awkwardly with his left hand and slammed it shut violently behind him. Stomping into the kitchen, Grimmjow shoved stuff aside before grabbing a bottle of whisky and twisting the cap off with his teeth before spitting it onto the counter. Holding his hand over the sink, the blue haired senior cursed as he poured the alcohol over his wound.

He gritted his teeth, gripping the edge of the counter so tightly his knuckles turned white. His hand was started to swell a little bit from the angry bite wound and the broken bones, but hopefully he wouldn’t get an infection. Taking a deep gulp of the whisky and grimacing at the taste, Grimmjow grabbed one of the kitchen towels and roughly wrapped it around his hand. He opened the freezer and grabbed an ice pack before going into the living room (but not before grabbing the bottle of whisky, of course).

Falling onto the couch, Grimmjow turned the TV on before taking another hearty drink. Now pleasantly buzzed and a strange burning sensation traveling through his veins, Grimmjow’s mind slipped back to the orange haired teen. Damn brat. Ever since the first moment Grimmjow laid eyes on him, Kurosaki Ichigo had never failed to get a rise out of him, in more ways than one.

That’s what irked Grimmjow the most. All of the times he fought with Kurosaki, punched him in the face, beat him into the ground, all he could think about was grabbing a hold of him and kissing the brat until that pretty little mouth got all bruised up. The stupid fairy didn’t even notice either. How naïve could he be?

For four years, Grimmjow had covered his lust for the other teen with hate and aggression. And today he had almost blown it all to hell. Ichigo had shown up to school looking…so damn attractive, even more so than usual. His normally attractive, yet young features had somehow matures and he seemed to have a glow to him almost. And the way he walked…he was practically oozing sensuality and begging to be fucked.

Stupid Ichigo…and stupid other people for noticing the same thing Grimmjow did. He wanted to kill them all for looking at him that way and Ichigo too for daring to be attractive to others who were not Grimmjow. The jock was too damn afraid to not conform to socially acceptable heterosexual behavior. He wasn’t a god damned homo!

But despite that, he had always been attracted to Ichigo. He had tried to convince himself that Ichigo kind of looked feminine in certain lights, and that the soft curves of his body would be inviting to anyone. He even tried checking out other guys to see if he was in deed ‘gay’, but it seemed that the lust was solely focused on Kurosaki Ichigo.

Today had shown Grimmjow how screwed up he was. He had to deal with all of those giggling girls cooing of Kurosaki while glowering at the males that eye-fucked him when they thought no one was looking. There was a strange burning feeling in his gut when he saw them swooning over him and after awhile he figured out that he was jealous. Ichigo was his, damn it, whether he knew it or not. It didn’t matter if Grimmjow was acting too chicken shit to do anything about what was his, it didn’t change the fact that Ichigo was his.

He couldn’t stop himself from touching Ichigo. Just bumps and body slams that were intended to hurt and not caress, but it helped ease the tension in his body. And then when he saw that Ichigo was staying after school for a little while…Grimmjow took the opportunity to lie in wait, relaxing in one of the alcoves until he saw his infatuation passing by.

Darting out and slamming the teen into the lockers, Grimmjow had quickly silence Ichigo with a hand over his mouth, and then punched him in the stomach to get him docile if only for a moment. It had felt so good to pin him and look at those brown eyes up close, even more so when they were blazing with anger. Grimmjow thought his dick was going to tear through his jeans he was so horny. He was tempted to rape him so bad, a thought that had never even crossed his mind before. But then it sounded like such a good idea, he would have done anything to fuck that tight little ass.

And then the little shit had actually bitten him and the pain caused him to come back to himself a little and turn the sudden heated lust into anger. Grimmjow had gone to punch him, but he dodged and ran away before the jock could catch him, which was probably for the best.

Grimmjow felt hot and feverish now and his hand was throbbing painfully. The picture on the TV seemed to blur and dim as Grimmjow lost consciousness, the infection burning through his veins from the cut. Nobody came to check on him, nobody was there to turn the TV off as it turned into the static hiss. Nobody, he was all alone.

…

Cartoons blared from the TV as the blue haired teenager slowly opened his eyes, trying to figure out why the hell he was sleeping on the couch and not in his bed. Sitting up, he checked the time. 4:45 AM, two hours earlier than he needed to get off to school. Standing up, Grimmjow stretched his hands above his head and then paused when he remembered his injury.

That’s right. Yesterday he was certain that he had broken something and that bite mark sure as hell needed more attention than a swig of alcohol. But now Grimmjow felt no pain what so ever. Gingerly lifting it up, he undid the shoddy wrap job and stared as it fall to reveal healthy, unmarred skin. Flexing his hand a few times, he also determined that there were no broken bones or even slightly bloody skin from his fist hitting the locker.

Just nothing.

Shaking his head in an effort to clear his mind, Grimmjow frowned. Contrary to what the other students at the school thought about his intellectual level, he wasn’t stupid, or naïve. He knew that his hand was injured yesterday and the blood still on the towel proved it. So why was he now okay?

He didn’t have an explanation. But he would think on it later, for now he wanted to get out of these wrinkled, smelly clothes and take a hot shower while masturbating with Ichigo firmly in mind.

Wait a minute. What?

Grimmjow mentally hit himself. Where did that thought come from? Alright, he had definitely woken up more than a few times with a woody threatening to blow his load because of wet dreams about Ichigo, but to intentionally think of that damned sexy brat was…different. Fuck, he must be more hormonal today or something.

Continuing up the stairs, Grimmjow failed to notice how his eyes had momentarily flashed yellow or how his teeth and nails elongated at the thought of Ichigo. At the moment all he was thinking about was getting rid of his aching hard on that popped up at his memories of yesterday and how fucking great it felt to pin Ichigo and dominate him so completely.

He seriously had it bad for the damned fairy.

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