Sex and Football

A/N: Next chapter done! This is shaping up to be a pretty long fic. The plot seems to be moving slowly what with all the ero scenes getting in the way, lol. But considering that this is primarily a pron fic I guess that's okay.

Now I just have to wok on the next chapter of Growing Up Hisagi.

satterb: I hope this is enough dirty talk for you! Didn't want to go overboard.
frenchdiamond_1: I'm glad you like their dynamics. My thoughts were that, at least in this universe, Grimmjow equates sex with control while Ichigo just (secretly) likes being dominated. It makes for some steamy ero scenes, at least, I hope.
Pickles: Ichigo will probably have several gang bangs (or at least threesomes) before this fic is through, lol.
Janx:Hopefully this chapter will perk up your week as well ^^
miszxbrii: Grimmjow's a pretty sexy character, so it's fun to pair him up with/make him to dirty things to our little Ichigo.
Clouds_Envy: Thank you! Sorry for making you wait so long.
FallenGoddessOfBattle: This should be a pretty long fic, with all the lemons I have in my head, so you may eventually end up getting more helpings than you can stand.
Namira: Your wish is my command.
a: Haha, I'm glad I can be of service.
Dancing Riceball: Hope I didn't cause any long-term brain damage ^^
Mirrors : Thanks! I hope you'll enjoy future chapters as well.
Tellnoone_Noonetells: Hopefully the company won't disappoint!
msuzumaki: Lol. I wonder if there's anyone who's jealous of Grimm, instead of the other way around.
YaoiFan: Here's the next chapter. . . hopefully the wait wasn't all too long.
EerieQ: If you thought the last two chapters were nosebleed inducing, well. . . I guess you'll just have to read and see ^_~
Boogermeister : Thank you! I try, lol.


Chapter Three


Ichigo made his way though Ajinomoto Stadium. It was strange being here while it was so empty, without all the fans that flooded in for games. He made his way out to the field, watching as the members of F.C. Tokyo went through their practice. He could see a man with long white hair on the side of the field, holding a clipboard, and he made his way down there.

Ichigo had initially come here for final negotiations with the team manager, but that meeting had been short and easy enough. Ichigo had spent the entire time trying not to look at the manager's huge breasts. They were practically spilling out of a ridiculously low-cut t-shirt. Plus, he was sure that she kept leaning over just to make him uncomfortable.

After the meeting, Ichigo thought it was also a good idea for the coaches and players to see him. That way, if any of them ever happened to fire their agent, they might remember him.

"Kiyone," the white-haired man was saying, as Ichigo got closer, "take the goalkeepers and run footwork drills in the corner. Sentaro, have everyone else do ball touches midfield."

The tall, thin man named Sentaro only grunted and walked off, blowing a whistle to get everyone's attention. The short-haired woman named Kiyone, on the other hand, scowled as she scanned the field.

"Where the hell did Renji run off to," she muttered to herself, before running inside the stadium. "Probably doing something stupid. . ."

Ichigo stepped up to the white-haired man and held out his hand.

"Coach Ukitake?" he said. "I'm Kurosaki Ichigo, Grimmjow's agent."

Ukitake smiled and took his hand. "Of course. We're lucky that we were able to procure such a talented young man. When does Grimmjow come to Tokyo again?"

"Three weeks," Ichigo replied. He scowled as his ass seemed to twitch at the reminder. Ichigo was loath to admit it, but his hole felt empty without Grimmjow around. It was like an itch that he couldn't scratch. Ichigo wondered what the hell was wrong with him, why he couldn't stop thinking about it. Especially at this moment, when he should be having a conversation with Ukitake.

"Oh?" Ukitake asked, a worried expression crossing his face. "The other college recruits will be here in two."

"Yeah," Ichigo agreed, "he's sorry about that. But he graduates next week, and then he'll need two weeks to get his affairs in order and move."

Of course, Ichigo knew that was bullshit. Grimmjow hadn't been apologetic at all, and Ichigo was pretty sure that he was planning on coming back to Tokyo sooner than three weeks from now. Grimmjow just didn't think he needed to waste time with too much summer practice. In Grimmjow's own words, "Give me a break already. I just graduated, let me fucking relax."

"I heard," Ukitake said, his gentle smile belying the seriousness of his words, "that Grimmjow had some disciplinary problems when he first started at college. Something about fighting and skipping out on practice?"

Ichigo hadn't heard about that. He guessed that he had been so busy with negotiating Grimmjow's salary and benefits that he hadn't done more research into Grimmjow's football career. Still, it's not as though he could admit to Ukitake that he didn't know that. "Don't worry, that's all behind him."

Ukitake nodded. "Good. I'd hate to have a bad egg spoil the bunch."

Ichigo thought he might have heard a wisp of a threat behind those words, but then decided that it was probably his imagination. Ukitake just seemed like too docile a person. At any rate, there was something else he wanted to ask the coach about. "What do you think Grimmjow's chances are of playing in official games next season?"

"Well. . . our strikers aren't exactly bad. Grimmjow's college record is certainly amazing, but I'd hate to bench our current star striker for someone fresh out of college. Of course, fair is fair. If Grimmjow's attitude and ability during summer camp live up to expectations, I imagine he'll be one of our starters soon enough, if not immediately."

Well, Ichigo didn't think that ability would be the problem. It was Grimmjow's attitude that he was worried about. At any rate, he wouldn't be able to get Grimmjow endorsement deals if he wasn't even playing. It would probably be good if Ichigo could drum up some hype for Grimmjow even before the season started. Develop a fan base.

"Are then any other questions you have, Kurosaki-san?"

"Mmm. . . just Kurosaki is fine," Ichigo replied. "And I'm fine. Thank you for your time, Coach."

"Of course. I look forward to seeing you in the future."

Ichigo said his goodbyes and left the stadium. He knew exactly what duo he could go to if he wanted some media attention, he just wasn't sure if he wanted to do it. But then he imagined Urahara finding out that he didn't use this one small connection that he had. He guessed that he had no choice.

A little bit later Ivhigo found himself inside of an office building in Chiyoda. The room he was in was brightly lit and cluttered, desks all along the periphery of it. There was a round table in the middle where a group of men sat, currently talking about whether a new version of Scrabble being released in Great Britain was interesting enough to put in the newspaper.

Ichigo made his way through the large newsroom, until he got to the door the secretary had pointed out just a little bit earlier. He knocked. Seconds later it was thrown open to reveal what looked to be a pretty young woman with chin-length black hair cut into a bob. She was wearing a frilly little button-down shirt and purple pencil skirt, complete with four-inch purple heels. Which made her, right now, even taller than Ichigo. She was, as always, wearing too much eyeliner and mascara.

"Ichigo!" she yelled, latching her arms around him and giving him a big, wet kiss on the cheek. It was sure to leave lipstick. "Welcome to the Mainichi Daily News! You look as handsome as ever."

"Yumichika," came a voice from inside the office, "why don't you give the kid a break?"

Ichigo stepped into the office, Yumichika glomped onto his arm, and waved hello to the bald man sitting behind a desk. "Hey, Ikkaku."

"Hey," Ikkaku said back. "You don't have to humor the transexual, you know. Just push him off."

"Transvestite," Yumichika corrected, glaring at Ikkaku. Of course, given their long-time relationship, Ikkaku had probably just said it to annoy Yumichika a little bit.

"Yeah, yeah, same thing. So, Ichigo, what do you need us for?"

"Oh," Yumichika said, "we have plenty of time to get to that. What I want to know is what happened between you and Ishida."

Ichigo scowled as he was pushed into a chair and the door was closed behind him. For someone who liked to wear women's clothing half the time, Yumichika was certainly strong. At any rate, this is what Ichigo had been dreading. Yumichika was a notorious gossip, so it wasn't a surprise that she. . . he already knew about Ichigo and Ishida breaking up. Ishida had probably already told Chad, and Chad had probably mentioned it casually to Ikkaku and Yumichika. What Yumichika now wanted was more details, from the source.

"Was he cheating on you?" Yumichika asked, a scandalized expression on his face.

"No," Ichigo said. Then frowned. At least he didn't think so; to be honest, the option had never presented itself in Ichigo's mind. To his immense relief, Ikkaku openly scoffed at the idea.

"Don't be ridiculous, Ishida's not that type of person."

"Really?" Yumichika asked. "I always thought he looked pretty cute with Sado. I mean, what if Ishida had met Sado before he met Ichigo, instead of the other way around? Things could have turned out completely differently."

Ichigo cringed at the thought of his best friend and ex-boyfriend together. There was no way they would do that to him, aside from the fact that it was impossible. . . Chad was straight, after all. "Look, there's no real reason for it, we just didn't work out. It happens sometimes. We're still friends."

"Hmm." Yumichika sat down at the edge of Ikkaku's desk, crossing his legs as he pondered the situation. "It was definitely another man. But don't feel bad, Ichigo, I'm sure he's more handsome than you."

"Why on earth would that make me feel better about things?" Ichigo asked. "Look, guys, I came here because I needed help. Can we save the guessing game for the next time we're out drinking together?"

"I've got no problem with that," Ikkaku said, shooting a questioning glance Yumichika's way.

Yumichika pouted, but conceded. "Fine. But when we do go out, drinks are on you."

"Fine." With the cut he was getting thanks to Grimmjow's contract with F.C. Tokyo, Ichigo could certainly afford it. "So I'm managing this football player who's going to debut in the J. League this year. I was hoping I could get you guys to help me get some media attention for him."

Both Ikkaku and Yumichika were staring at him with blank expressions on their faces.

"You do know," Ikkaku said, "that we work for the arts and entertainment section, right? I write movie reviews, and Yumichika gossips about actors and actresses."

"Yeah," Ichigo admitted, "but your newspaper has a sports section. And doesn't it own the Sports Nippon, that daily sports newspaper?"

"Yeah, but. . . we personally don't really have any connections with them. And if your boy hasn't even played a professional match yet, I'm not sure why they would care. What kind of article were you thinking of doing, anyway?"

"A kind of fluff piece," Ichigo said, not really knowing newspaper terminology. "You know how sometimes newspapers have articles about up and coming people? A spotlight kind of thing. A "Five Young Athletes to Watch" piece. With Grimmjow as one of the five, of course."

"What's his name again?" Yumichika, heading to his own desk.

"Grimmjow Jeagerjaques," Ichigo replied, watching as Yumichika typed in into his computer. How the other man guessed the spelling, Ichigo would never know.

"It's not a bad idea," Ikkaku admitted. "I could go down to the sports department and try to pitch it to someone, I guess. Pass along Grimmjow's information."

"Ooh," Yumichika interrupted. He had, apparently, pulled up Grimmjow's photo online. "He's hot."

Ikkaku rolled his eyes.

"You might want to set up an official website for him," Yumichika said. "I mean, I see his profile on your agency's site, and I see a page for him on his college's team website, but he's not even on the F. C. Tokyo page yet. If he's going to blow up as big as you think he is, he'll want an official site. You also might want to hire a publicist."

"Yeah," Ichigo agreed, "but right now I can handle it."

"Is he dating anyone?" Yumichika asked, as he stared lovingly at Grimmjow's photo.

Ichigo turned bright red before he could answer. He really hated the fact that he blushed so easily when it came to things like sex and relationships. He was supposed to be a pretty tough guy, usually.

Yumichika blinked at Ichigo, realization dawning on his face. "No way!"

"What?" Ikkaku asked, looking back and forth between Ichigo and Yumichika.

"Ishida wasn't the one cheating! Ichigo was!" Yumichika pointed an accusing, perfectly polished finger Ichigo's way.

"It's not like that," Ichigo said, sinking into his chair. "I met him after Ishida broke up with me."

"But you're dating him already?" Ikkaku asked, equal parts skeptic and befuddled. Ichigo didn't seem like the type who would rebound so quickly from such a serious relationship. For God's sake, he had been dating Ishida for almost a decade. If gays were allowed to get married, they'd probably have gotten engaged by now. Or not. . .

"We're not really dating. . ." If anything, Ichigo turned a little bit redder.

"Oh," Yumichika said, "so he's just a fuck buddy."

Ichigo buried his face in his hands. That wasn't a term that he would have ever used himself, and yet it had dropped so easily from Yumichika's lips.

"There's nothing wrong with that," Yumichika said, coming around to pat Ichigo's head. "It's perfectly natural after a break-up. There's no better cure for a broken heart than to lose yourself in hot, mindless sex."

"I hate to say this," Ikkaku said, "but I have to agree with Yumichika on that one."

"Oh, please," Yumichika teased, turning towards Ikkaku, "you love me and you know it, so stop pretending otherwise."

"So you got yourself a younger man," Ikkaku continued. "Fresh out of college. . . he must be wearing you out."

"You don't know the half of it," Ichigo muttered, more under his breath than anything.

"What?"

"Actually," Ichigo said, a little bit louder, "we haven't even been able to see each other in a long time. It's been a week-"

"A week?" Ikkaku asked, raising an eyebrow. "Now you're making me feel old. I forgot you're young enough that a week without sex feels like a long time."

Ichigo rolled that statement over in his mind a little bit. When had he ever considered a week without sex too long? When he and Ishida were going to different colleges and doing the long distance thing, they had gone for longer on a regular basis. And it had never bothered either of them. And now it had only been a week, and Ichigo was feeling seriously hard up for it. He shifted a little bit in his chair, wondering, not for the first time, what was happening to him.

"Hey, guys," Ichigo said, "would you mind not telling anyone about this? I don't want it getting back to Ishida."

"Yeah," Ikkaku agreed, "Of course."

They both looked towards Yumichika, who remained silent. Several moments passed between them all before Yumichika finally gave in.

"Fine!" he said. "I won't tell anyone."

"Thank you," Ichigo said, getting out of his chair. "Let me know when you guys want to grab those drinks, okay?"

"Yeah," Ikkaku agreed. "And I'll let you know what those sports guys say."

Ichigo nodded and waved as he left the office. He had definitely spent more time with Yumichika and Ikkaku than he had planned. Although he guessed it didn't matter. As long as it had to do with Grimmjow's career, Urahara wouldn't give him crap about it. Ichigo left the building and started to head back to his office. He was walking down a street near his office, however, when something caught his eye. It was a window display. Like most window displays, it was garish and cluttered to the point of looking like every other store up and down the street. But now that he was actually paying attention, Ichigo could see that the mish mash of things on display weren't as typical. Namely, the window had an assortment of leather briefs and dildos artfully displayed against a rainbow colored background.

Ichigo looked around him, but no one seemed to care that he was looking in the window of a sex shop. Before he eve thought about it, his feet were carrying him into the store. Only to instantly regret it, as he saw the words "Steel Ball Cage" and "Semen Collecting Penis Plug" staring at him from. He turned around and started to head out of the store.

"Excuse me," came a voice, "can I help you?"

Ichigo stopped and turned toward the voice more out of instinct than anything else. He was embarrassed to be caught in a shop like this, even if it was by the shop worker.

"Sorry about that display," the clerk said, gesturing towards the shelf Ichigo had been standing in front of. "For some reason the owner insists on keeping the more eccentric things in the front. Scares away a lot of customers."

Well, the man seemed nice enough, even if he did work in a sex shop. He looked a little bit like a punk with his short, spiky hair and tattoos, not that the orange-haired Ichigo could talk. But the "69" tattooed on the clerk's cheek was a bit much; Ichigo was sure that would disqualify the man from any respectable job that he might want in the future.

"Can I help you find anything in particular?" the clerk asked. He looked bored and eager to help, and Ichigo decided that he might as well ask, since he was already in here.

"I was just a little curious," Ichigo finally said. It was the most he could get out without blushing furiously. What else was he supposed to say, "My asshole misses being stuffed, and I wanted something nice and big to shove up there"?

The clerk looked him over a few times, then stepped out from behind the counter. "I guess I'll show you some of our more conventional things."

Ichigo followed the clerk to a different part of the store. Ichigo could actually guess what these products were used for by looking at them, unlike the products at the front.

"This is our most popular item," the clerk said, holding up what looked like a man's mouth made out of latex. There was a slit between its lips. "It's a cock sleeve. Fill it with lube and it's exactly like fucking someone's mouth. Kind of."

Ichigo blushed horribly at the candid description, while the clerk just watched his expression.

"Or maybe something else. . . maybe a standard issue butt plug will do." The clerk gestured to a display of items that looked the same, except that they varied in size and color. They all had flared bases, then tapered to a soft nub at the top.

"What's the difference between a butt plug and a dildo?" Ichigo asked, in disbelief that he had even managed to ask the question. The clerk didn't seem to think there was anything strange about it, though.

"Size and shape, I think," he said, shrugging a little. "I've heard stories about doctors finding dildos stuck in people's asses, but it's not like it's ever happened to me. . . plus, you know, some of our dildos have realistic balls attached to them, which would make them pretty hard to get stuck up there. Oh. Also, we have a bunch of prostate stimulators and vibrators. As you can see, they're designed specifically to curve into your p-spot."

Ichigo looked over the products the clerk had gestured towards. Some of them looked somewhat like dildos, only tilted or nubbed, but others looked like they would be entirely uncomfortable. Ichigo pulled out one of the prostate stimulators that appealed to him. It had two oval segments that were, Ichigo guessed, representative of a man's head and cock. But they were equal in size and much more streamlined. It tilted a little on its axis and had a handle on the bottom, so it would be easier to grip when he was pushing it in and out of himself. It was still on the small side though, at least compared to Grimmjow, so he grabbed one of the larger butt plugs as well.

"I'll ring you up," the clerk said happily, leading the way back to the cash register. "Since it's your first time here, I'll even throw in a free bottle of lube. Cherry or coco-cola flavored?"

". . . surprise me."

A few minutes later the clerk handed Ichigo a discreet paper bag, and then a business card.

"Please think of us again for all your carnal needs," the clerk said, expression completely serious.

Ichigo glanced down at the card. Studland: Fine Purveyors of Filth since 1999.

Ichigo stepped out of the store, and figured it was pretty close to the end of the working day. He might as well call it quits and go home. Soon enough he found himself at home and in his bedroom, the products he brought laid out before him. To be honest, he wasn't quite sure where to start. Well. . . he knew, technically, how to start, but he wasn't sure he could actually do it. He looked up for a second, eyes catching on a framed photo of him and Ishida on the nightstand. Feeling vaguely dirty and guilty, he got up and placed it inside the drawer.

He went back to his toys. Looking between them, he decided to put the butt plug away for now. He'd start with something slimmer today. He laid down on the bed and started unfastening his pants, when he realized he could see himself in the dresser mirror. He blushed and moved so he wasn't facing it anymore. Watching himself would have been too embarrassing.

Then Ichigo remembered that first he he should lube up the toy. He sat up and reached for the small bottle the clerk had included, and dripped some of the liquid inside onto it. When he was done he threw the bottle on the nightstand and rubbed the liquid over the red latex toy. A little curious, he lifted his slick fingers to his mouth. . . coco-cola.

Finally ready, Ichigo pulled his pants off and let them drop on the floor. Then laid down on the bedwith his legs spread wide, feet pressed against the mattress. He gripped the handle of the toy tight in his right hand, and lowered it to his ass. He traced it along the cleft of his ass until he felt it press against his entrance, then took a deep breath. His hand a little bit shaky, he started to push it in.

Ichigo gasped. It actually slid in more easily than he had thought. The top half was already all the way inside of him. He pushed again, his eyes clenching shut when the whole thing disappeared inside him. Ichigo moaned. It felt good. Not as good as Grimmjow's dick, but so much better than being completely empty. He pulled the toy out and pushed it back in, the motion sending shivers out through his body.

He couldn't believe that he was doing this, fucking himself like this. With Ishida, bottoming had been pleasant, but his hole had never seemed to crave it the way it did now. But now he just didn't feel the same without something stuffing him. He kept pounding himself with the toy, moving his ass backwards to meet each thrust. His cock was hard and dripping onto his stomach, but he needed more. . .

Ichigo pushed his pelvis into the air as far up as he could, in a kind of bridge position. He kept fucking his ass from below, and used his other hand to jerk himself off. It felt so good, so-

His doorbell rang. Ichigo didn't slow down, assuming that whoever was there would leave. He actually picked up the pace, only to have the door ring again. It was distracting him from his once impending orgasm, but he thought he could get back in the groove. . . until whoever was out there started knocking violently and continuously on the door.

"Shit," Ichigo muttered, realizing he couldn't avoid it. The toy was lodged all the way inside of him, and he decided to leave it there for now as he got rid of whoever was at the front door. He pulled his pants on over it, cringing as he had to tuck his hard cock into the khaki confines. He rushed to the door, opening it just enough to look through. "Who is it?"

Only to find Grimmjow standing there, smirking at him in a most predatory way.

"Wha-"

"So this is your place," Grimmjow said, eyes scanning the modest apartment. "Kind of a dump."

"What are you doing here?" Ichigo asked, as Grimmjow pushed the door open all the way.

"Do you remember Zaraki? He had some business in Tokyo, so I caught a ride." Grimmjaw leered down at Ichigo, taking in his flushed cheeks and general state of disarray. "Something's up."

He stepped forward, smirk only growing as Ichigo stepped back. Another step forward, another step back. And then Ichigo let out an involuntary moan as the toy inside of him rubbed him the wrong way. He bit his lip, but it was too late. From the way Grimmjow was looking at him, he probably figured out what was going on, or at least something close to it.

"Take off your pants," Grimmjow said.

Ichigo flushed, but did as he was told. He unfastened his pants and let them drop back onto the floor, revealing his still hard cock. Grimmjow stepped up to him, licking his lips and he placed two hands on Ichigo's hips. He rubbed up and down Ichigo's sides, his rough touch sending shivers over Ichigo's skin. His hands ran up Ichigo's abdomen, and then chest, lifting his shirt up to reveal slim but defined muscles. Ichigo raised his arms, and his shirt was pulled off and dropped onto the floor.

Ichigo fell back against the wall as Grimmjow let him go. The toy rubbed up against him again, and he moaned as he used the wall to support his increasingly weak legs. Grimmjow removed his own clothing, peeling away his shirt and shorts to reveal corded muscle underneath tan flesh. Ichigo ran his eyes over every curve of every large muscle, before his eyes came to rest on the meat dangling from between Grimmjow's legs. It hung, limp, from a nest of curly hair. Thick and heavy, it swung a little with each step Grimmjow took towards Ichigo.

Grimmjow placed his his hands on Ichigo's waist again, and pressed forward so that their bodies met. Lips against lips, chest against chest, cock against cock. Ichigo moaned as Grimmjow pulled his hips forward a little, rubbing Ichigo's cock against his as they kissed. Ichigo felt Grimmjow come alive against him, huge cock twitching and hardening as they rubbed together. Ichigo brought his arms around Grimmjow's shoulders and kneaded at the thick muscles on his back. He pushed into Grimmjow's violent kisses, tongue and teeth clashing. Grimmjow's hands wondered back to squeeze and pull on his ass cheeks, before one hand moved to inspect his hole.

Grimmjow chuckled into Ichigo's mouth as he grabbed onto the handle he found there. He broke the kiss for moment.

"I knew your hole would start to miss my dick," Grimmjow murmured, as he pulled out the toy, "but I didn't think you'd resort to this."

He slammed the toy back in. Ichigo arched and moaned at the sudden intrusion, his cock grinding into Grimmjow's as he did so.

"Don't worry; Daddy's here to fuck you now." Grimmjow twisted the toy inside of Ichigo, sending a wave of pleasure through his body. Ichigo instinctually spread his legs even more, moving one up to wrap around Grimmjow's waist, anything to get his hole spread wider or deeper. Grimmjow obliged his need, twisting and slamming the toy inside him over and over again.

Grimmjow leaned forward to bite and suck on Ichigo's lips, then pulled the toy all the way out of Ichigo's ass. Ichigo mewled in disappointment, but Grimmjow could give a fuck about that. Besides, he was going to give the orange-haired boy an even better treat. With one hand on Ichigo's ass for support, he lifted Ichigo's other leg up so that both were wrapped around his waist. Ichigo's arms wrapped tighter around his shoulders as the smaller boy moved higher on his body. His back was already pressed against the wall, but Grimmjow pressed harder, making sure they could balance like that. Then Grimmjow placed his hands on Ichigo's waist, and slowly pushed him down on his cock.

Ichigo tensed as he felt Grimmjow's cock split open his ass cheeks and came to rest against his hole. Then he gasped as he was lowered onto it. He fell onto it inch by inch, until he was fully seated on the huge cock. He wrapped his legs tighter around Grimmjow's waist, barely aware as Grimmjow licked and sucked up and down his jaw. His world was narrowed to the point where they were joined, to where Grimmjow's monster of a cock had him skewered against the wall.

Ichigo shivered as Grimmjow started to pull in and out. His head hit the wall with each thrust, but that small jolt of pain was nothing compared to the pleasure coursing through him.

"Fuck," Grimmjow said, breaking away to look down at Ichigo's flushed face. Ichigo's eyes were closed, eyebrows creased just so. His lips were parted and wet as he moaned and panted. He looked like he was in heaven. "You really love this, don't you? Love having a big dick slamming you into the wall. Love having your hole pounded like some common whore."

Grimmjow got an idea then, and stopped moving. He was sick of Ichigo giving him the silent treatment during sex all the time. Ichigo blinked his eyes open, obviously confused.

"Grimmjow."

"Say it," Grimmjow muttered, tone dark and needy. "Say you need it."

"What?" Ichigo tried to move his hips on Grimmjow's cock, but Grimmjow's hands on his waist held him tight in position.

"Be a good boy and tell Daddy how much you want him to fuck you."

"No!" Ichigo was turning an even brighter shade of red now. "You're such a sick fuck."

Grimmjow rubbed his hips in tiny circles. Enough to remind Ichigo he was there, but not enough to give him any substantial amount of pleasure. "Say it, or I pull out, and you can go back to your little toys."

Ichigo was flushing, but a look of resignation seemed to pass over his face. When he spoke again his voice was an embarrassed mutter.

"Daddy," he said, "please fuck me."

"Fuck yeah," Grimmjow groaned, slamming hard into Ichigo. Ichigo screamed and arched, hands clawing at Grimmjow's back. "Tell Daddy what you need."

"I need. . . I need your big dick. Please, give it to me."

"Yeah." Grimmjow grunted and buried his face in Ichigo's neck. His voice was hoarse, dripping with lust. "Don't worry, Daddy will give you what you need."

Grimmjow slammed into him hard, over and over, and it felt so good. Ichigo shuddered and convulsed, screaming as he came, thick white semen shooting out to coat both their bellies. He felt his legs and arms go week, and then Grimmjow was lifting him away from the wall. Grimmjow still inside of him, Ichigo was moved so that he was on his back on the floor, Grimmjow kneeling between his legs. Grimmjow hadn't had to stop fucking him for more than a few seconds, and now he was pounding him hard into the floor. Ichigo could feel his own cock stiffen again, ready for more fucking.

A broken tune filled the air. A ringtone. Ichigo thought nothing of it, only to be shocked as Grimmjow reached for his cell phone.

"Don't," Ichigo said, but Grimmjow was already answering it, even as he continued to fuck Ichigo. Grimmjow smirked and brought a finger to his lips, and Ichigo bit his own lips to keep from crying out and moaning.

"Hey," Grimmjow grunted out. Ichigo blushed as he wondered how much the other person on the line could hear. "Nothing. Just getting my dick wet."

Ichigo scowled at the comment, then moaned when Grimmjow gave him a particularly hard thrust.

"Why don't you come over?"

Ichigo reached up to snap the cell phone out of Grimmjow's hand. He had no idea what the blue-haired man was thinking, but he couldn't just invite people over to Ichigo's place without asking first. But Grimmjow somehow caught his wrists in one hand and pinned them onto the floor above his head.

"Yeah, it's nice and tight. A grade A fuckhole."

Ichigo froze a little bit as understanding dawned.

"That's why I'm telling you to come try it out."

Ichigo squirmed, trying to get away. But between having his hands pinned down and ass speared with Grimmjow's dick, there wasn't much he could do. He heard Grimmjow rattling off his address, and then the man dropped the phone to the ground. He leaned over Ichigo, placing both hands on his wrists and changing the angle of his thrusts. Ichigo arched as it hit something inside of him, but it wasn't enough to distract from what was going to happen.

"You can't just invite whoever you want to come fuck me," he said, not quite sure how he managed to get such a coherent sentence out.

"Oh?" Grimmjow drove his hips deep against Ichigo's ass, eliciting a cry from the other man. "Didn't I tell you that this-" another thrust "-belongs to me? You ain't got any choice in the matter, you just gotta shut up and take it."

Grimmjow changed the angle again, somehow managing to get even deeper inside Ichigo. Ichigo gasped and moaned, forgetting for a moment the situation at hand. Grimmjow leaned over and licked at his neck, sending little shivers of pleasure over his skin.

"All you have to do," Grimmjow said, voice almost soft, "is let us make you feel good. Your hole's so greedy, it'll be happy to have two dicks to satisfy it."

Ichigo shivered with the promise. His wrists were beginning to hurt where Grimmjow was holding him, but there was also something so sensual about being held down like this. He wrapped his legs around Grimmjow's waist, and lost himself in the pleasure of being truly well fucked.

"So this is your new bitch."

Ichigo's eyes snapped open to look up to see Grimmjow's soccer coach. The man was standing right above him, mouth set in a wide, mean-looking leer. Ichigo hadn't really noticed when they had met before, but the man looked dangerous. He was tall and wide, with huge, thinly veined muscles. A long, vertical scar ran the length of his face and through the center of his eye. There was a dark, primal look to his eyes, like an animal who only knew how to hunt and rut.

"You're telling me this guy's a good fuck?" Zaraki licked his lips as he said his, his eyes focused on where Grimmjow's cock was disappearing in and out of Ichigo's rosy little hole. Ichigo felt his cock harden even more under the scrutiny, even as he was embarrassed about it.

"Wait till you're pounding into him. Tightest hole I've ever fucked."

Zaraki chuckled at that, his hand going to rub at his growing crotch. Figuring Ichigo's cute little mouth was going to waste, he pulled off his shirt before taking off his pants. They landed in a pile on the floor, than he kneeled down next to Ichigo's head on the floor. "Why don't you bring that mouth and throat of yours over here."

Ichigo felt his hands being released, as Grimmjow's hands moved back to his waist. He turned towards Zaraki, and his face contorted into an expression of shock and awe. Despite his larger body frame, Zaraki's cock wasn't as big as Grimmjow's. It was still, however, big. Much bigger than the average male, at least. But that wasn't what made Ichigo paused. Scattered over the shaft of Zaraki's cock were several round balls, almost a centimeter in diameter, buried underneath the skin.

"From the expression on your face," Zaraki said, grinning, "you've never seen a pearl-implanted cock before. You're going to love getting this inside your cock hole."

Ichigo gulped, then brought his lips to Zaraki's cock. He couldn't believe that he was getting excited about sucking off a man he didn't even know. But right now he didn't care about that. Right now all he wanted to do was get that cock inside his mouth. He sucked the head in easily, then did his best to gulp the rest of it down. As he pulled it in deeper he ran his tongue over the embedded balls, feeling them move just slightly underneath the skin. Soon he found his nose buried in rough black curls and his throat stretched almost to max in order to fit the huge invader. He closed his eyes as he started to suck as if his life depended on him.

"He's a natural born cocksucker, isn't he?" Zaraki asked. "Look at how he's worshipping my dick."

Zaraki grabbed Ichigo's hair harshly, and held Ichigo's head in place as he fucked Ichigo's mouth. His thrusts were harsh and sudden, making Ichigo almost gag with each one. Each time Ichigo's nose would bang against pelvic bone, and soon his throat felt like it was being rubbed raw. Without warning, Zaraki pulled all the way out. Ichigo had barely enough time to close his eyes before white cum exploded all over his face, getting up his nose a little bit. He felt Grimmjow cum as well, filling his ass up with jet after jet of hot cum. When he opened his eyes he saw that Zaraki was still hard.

"I think," Zaraki said, "I'll shoot my second load deep in his ass."

"Yeah," Grimmjow agreed, "his hole's begging for it."

Ichigo grabbed onto Grimmjow's shoulders as the younger man lifted him into the air, his cock still inside of him. Zaraki had taken a cross-legged position on the floor, as if he was just sitting casually. Grimmjow got onto his knees as he lowered Ichigo into Zaraki's lap. As soon as Grimmjow pulled his cock out, Zaraki pushed the head of his in, not even giving Ichigo's hole one second of rest.

"Jesus," Zaraki said, "you've made him all wet and slippery inside. Just like a woman."

Grimmjow let go, and Ichigo cried out as he sank a few inches onto Zaraki's cock. He could feel those little pearls against his ass walls, the feeling unbearable. He wasn't even sure if it was pleasure or pain he was feeling, but he knew that he wanted more. Zaraki's hands came to catch the bottom of his thighs, spreading his legs wide so they fell out over the side of Zaraki's crossed legs. He sank slowly the rest of the way onto Zaraki's cock, until he was sitting completely in Zaraki's lap.

Ichigo let his head lull back onto Zaraki's strong chest. His heart was beating furiously, and he could barely breath. His skin was sticky with sweat and other things. But, surprisingly, he felt amazing. He swore he could feel every single one of those pearls rubbing up against his insides. He had never felt anything like it. All Zaraki had to do was pull him up and let him drop back onto his cock, one time, for Ichigo to cum again. His semen shot out in streamers to land in his pubic hair and dribble down his balls.

Grimmjow seemed intent, for now, to watch. He stroked himself languidly as he eyed Ichigo's ass as Zaraki fucked it. The pearls in Zaraki's cock would pull at the soft flesh inside, pulling it outwards, so that Ichigo's hole was becoming puffy and raw. It almost looked like Ichigo was being fucked inside out.

Grimmjow leaned forward, running his fingers over Ichigo's stomach and pelvic region, scooping up the semen that Ichigo had spilled earlier. He brought his fingers up to Ichigo's mouth, pleased when Ichigo didn't even hesitate to suck them into his mouth. Ichigo's tongued swirled and sucked all around his fingers, sure to lap up any last trace of his own cum. Grimmjow was so turned on by the whole thing that pre-cum was bubbling from his cock like a small fountain.

"He really seems to love my dick," Zaraki said, grunting. "Look at him pant and moan. He can't get enough."

Grimmjow grinned in smug satisfaction. "Yeah. He's something special."

Zaraki grabbed hard onto Ichigo's waist, and started slamming the other man up and down on his cock. Ichigo really was tight, and Zaraki really did love all those little noises he was making. The skin of his back was sticky and sweaty against Zaraki's chest, and his neck was expose when he had rolled his head back onto Zaraki's shoulder. Zaraki leaned forward, lapping up the sweat that glistened on Ichigo's neck.

"You know," Zaraki whispered into Ichigo's ear, low enough that Grimmjow wouldn't be able to hear, "I used to fuck Grimmy like this, just like I'm fucking you. Used to pound him into the lockers, back when he was a freshmen, back when he was a fresh new hole to shoot my load into. And he fucking loved every second of it."

Zaraki grinned as Ichigo convulsed around his cock, obviously affected by the revelation. He was close, so close now. He bit down on Ichigo's neck, sending another shudder through that delightful body. Zaraki grunted and thrust up into Ichigo, spilling a load of thick, hot semen into the man. He reached around into Ichigo's lap and gave Ichigo's cock a hard squeeze, causing the other man to yelp and grow completely hard again.

"Why don't you try Grimmy's big cock for a change," he said, pulling Ichigo off. Ichigo felt cum dripping out of his ass as he was passed back over to Grimmjow. "While I keep your mouth company again."

As a mouth pressed hot and hard against his and hands ran over his body, Ichigo wondered if he would last the night. He couldn't believe that his cock was still twitching and ready for another round. The more time he spent with Grimmjow, the more he craved sex. It was like his hole needed more and more in order to be satisfied. It wanted to be fucked more often. It wanted to be fucked by more men. It wanted more cum filling it and spilling out of it. There was something wrong with him, Ichigo knew, but right now he didn't particularly care. It just felt too good.

Next chapter: Ichigo goes to see Grimmjow's debut football match and inadvertently makes him jealous.