Crush: Uke Ichigo Collection

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Pairing: Grimmjow x Ichigo for vudupins who did something for me awhile back that I still haven’t repaid her for, thanks! Also some one sided other males x Ichigo (per usual)

Summary: seventhSINwrath requested that a 'princess' Ichigo is kidnapped by Grimmjow, who finds out that he is really a prince.

Beta’d by KitsuneKiri- thank you once again!

My Fair Lady

Grimmjow stayed hidden in the shadows of the trees as he watched the princess on her horse. He didn’t think it was odd that she was wearing riding pants because it seemed in fashion these days for noble women, royalty included, to wear the things. Grimmjow didn’t mind at all. It showed off the soft curves and hard angles of the princess’s body and made him ache. He only wished that the boyish hat she was wearing didn’t hide her hair and face.

Grimmjow wasn’t a typical bandit, having been raised under the tutelage of Robin Hood himself, but he did still have material wants and desires. His first thought was to kidnap the dear princess and ransom her for money, but there was also a desire underneath the surface that he chose to ignore.

He eyed the royal guards on horseback beside her, easily recognizable by the royal insignia on their tunics and chain mail. There were only four of them and none of them had crossbows. Grimmjow smirked from where he was crouched on the branch of a tree and leapt down.

The first two guards were the easiest to go. Crunch. He cracked their heads together and they fell like rocks. As the other two guards pulled their horses around to attack him he dodged their swords and yanked both of them to the ground. As they staggered to their feet, Grimmjow hit one hard in the back of the head and he fell as well. The last one was a little more agile and came at Grimmjow with his sword but Grimmjow easily dodged and grabbed his sword arm, twisting it and forcing the guard onto his back before delivering another sharp blow to his head.

He smirked in satisfaction of having taken them down and then jerked backwards quickly as the princess nearly cut his head off with a sword. Feisty thing. As she slashed at him again he grabbed her hand where she was holding the hilt of the sword and her elbow. Grimmjow almost gently lifted her off the horse and pulled her to the ground where he twisted her wrist sharply and forced her to drop the sword. Her small cry seemed rather…masculine.

Grimmjow blinked in confusion and grabbed a hold of ‘her’ hat and yanked it back to reveal a scowling face and short hair. Grimmjow raised an eyebrow and then recoiled quickly as the orange haired prince nearly head butted him. He was rather feisty, prince or not.

“What do you want you fiend?” The prince snarled at him and continued to struggle in his arms.

“Well I was looking for a princess but I found you instead.” The prince glared at him and Grimmjow smirked.

“I’m still trying to figure out if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.”

“Let go of me you…mph.”

Grimmjow covered the prince’s mouth with his hand and dragged the squirming man into the trees. He knew who he was now. Supposedly the prince Ichigo Kurosaki was visiting from a nearby kingdom in hopes of securing a treaty with Hueco Mundo.

“Ichigo Kurosaki?” Grimmjow purred into the prince’s ear and smirked as his body stiffened. He moved his hand away from the prince’s mouth so he could speak.

“That’s prince Kurosaki to you.” Ichigo growled and glared at the blue haired man.

“Well Prince Kurosaki.” Grimmjow said mockingly and continued to drag him through the forest.

“I’m Grimmjow. Sorry bout this.”

Ichigo didn’t get the chance to speak before Grimmjow hit him hard in the back of his head. Ichigo instantly went limp and Grimmjow held him almost tenderly as he hoisted him in his arms bridal style. The ransom could wait for a little while longer and it wasn’t like they would be worried about their precious prince getting deflowered. Grimmjow smirked and a suspicious glint appeared in his eyes. Although they probably should be.

When Ichigo woke up, he didn’t really know where he was. He thought he was looking at tree branches, but they didn’t have leaves and they were so close together. He blinked a few times and he realized that he was staring up at the ceiling of a hut. He groaned as the pain in his head made itself known and rolled onto his side to stand but a hand gripping his hip stopped him. He froze as he felt a large, warm body pressed against his back and somebody’s breath tickling his ear.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Ichigo’s mind raced as he tried to think of an appropriate memory for him to end up in this situation.

“…Gabriel?”

The person behind him hissed angrily and sharp teeth sunk in his neck, making him cry out and jerk.

“It’s Grimmjow.”

“Let go of me.” Ichigo growled dangerously and began to squirm. Grimmjow chuckled and shifted his hips forward.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

Ichigo cringed as he realized what was pressing up against him. He wasn’t entirely unfamiliar with this sort of situation since the guard Kenpachi began to develop interest in him, but he trusted Kenpachi not to take it further then Ichigo wanted. Ichigo knew that he wouldn’t be granted the same leniency from Grimmjow who was already nibbling on his neck and sucking on the tender spot beneath his ear.

Despite himself, Ichigo shivered as his erogenous spot was tickled and tried to shift away. Grimmjow chuckled and tightened his grip on Ichigo while pressing his hips forward.

“I told you to let go of me!” Ichigo shouted again just as the hut’s door opened and a man looked at the two in amusement.

“Grimmjow.”

Grimmjow growled in irritation.

“What do you want Robin?”

“I just thought that our guest might want some breakfast after that nasty hit he took.”

Robin was a tall man with broad shoulders and curly dark hair and a beard to match. Ichigo had heard of him before, taking from the rich and giving to the poor, but he hadn’t heard of a kidnapping before.

Grimmjow released Ichigo reluctantly and he scrambled to his feet, sighing in relief as he saw that he was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday.

“Nnoitra will take you to breakfast while I talk to Grimmjow.”

Ichigo frowned and cautiously side stepped to the door with his eyes still glued on Grimmjow in case he decided to molest him again. A tall dark haired man, probably the Nnoitra, was standing in the entrance and swept his eyes over Ichigo with a smirk. Ichigo scowled at him and the man laughed.

“Hah! Well let’s get you something to eat then.” Ichigo, very, reluctantly followed.

Robin frowned at Grimmjow who was half-naked and looking very pissed that his fun had been interrupted.

“You better hope you weren’t about to do what I thought you were.”

“I wasn’t going to rape him, if that’s what you mean.” Grimmjow grumbled and got out of bed to throw a shirt on and rolled up the sleeves.

“I was just going to touch and taste him a little…convince him to let me deflower him.”

“Right.” Robin frowned but decided to let it go. Just as he went to leave he turned back to Grimmjow with a smirk.

“By the way, from what I’ve heard about Prince Kurosaki and one of his guards, you wouldn’t be deflowering him.”

Grimmjow gaped after Robin and his face twisted into a scowl.

“Fuck!” He felt a sharp pain in his chest that he recognized as jealousy. It didn’t matter though, it just meant that maybe Ichigo would be a little bit more into ministrations then he thought. And it was just rumors anyways…it necessarily mean that Ichigo had been with a man.

By the campfire, Ichigo was shifting uncomfortably at the two bodies on either side of him. Nnoitra who had escorted him down there had given him some pork and bread, and then continued to try and get him to drink. Ichigo kept refusing because he knew how friendly he got when he was drunk. The last time Kenpachi had managed to get him to bed and Ichigo hadn’t snapped to realization until he felt something going in where it shouldn’t be going in.

He had of course thrown Kenpachi out after that, much to the amusement of his father who had been passing by, and had promptly dragged Kenpachi for a sparring match. Therefore, there was no way he was going to be so vulnerable amongst these thieves and outlaws, some of which were already eyeing him up like a piece of meet.

On one side he had Nnoitra, and on the other was a man named Stark who didn’t look like he wanted to be awake, and was using Ichigo’s shoulder as a pillow. Every time Ichigo tried to shove him away, the tall broad man clung to his waist and shifted closer. Ichigo stopped trying.

“C’mon Ichi.” The bastard had already shortened his name.

“A little alcohol ain’t gonna kill ya.” Nnoitra shook the flask underneath Ichigo’s face and Ichigo sighed.

Fuck. What did he have to lose? He grabbed the flask and was just about to drink when someone snatched it from him. Nnoitra growled in irritation and glared at Grimmjow who was frowning at the two,three.

“Are you trying to get him drunk already Nnoitra?”

“Don’t act like ya weren’t trying ta do the same thing.” Nnoitra said and slung an arm around Ichigo’s shoulder that Stark wasn’t drooling on.

“Unlike you, I prefer my partners to be conscious and begging me for more.” Grimmjow stated smugly.

“What partners? It’s not like ya get any.” Nnoitra said smugly and tugged Ichigo closer, making Stark growl sleepily that his pillow was being moved.

“And you do?”

Nnoitra narrowed his eye and moved his hand up to stroke Ichigo’s orange hair. Ichigo turned red and tried to squirm away but only succeeded in moving closer to Stark who was now fully awake but still not moving.

“Alrighty, here we go.” Robin had appeared and with expert finesse he had slid Ichigo out from between the two men and away from Ichigo.

“You guys behave, Ichigo is our guest.”

Ichigo’s eye twitched at being labeled as a ‘guest’ but was grateful for getting away from the three men. He found himself being unceremoniously dumped in a gaggle of women who immediately began to coo over him and pet his hair. His eye twitched again.

“Take him to the lake to get cleaned up and find him some more fitting clothes.” The women nodded and once again Ichigo founded himself being dragged along without his consent. He had a bad feeling about this.

His bad feeling turned out to be right. After his rather cold bath, although refreshing, he was forced into tight pants and a tight shirt which left nothing to the imagination. The earth colors suited him more then the garish colors of the court, but they just had to top it off by putting a flowered crown on his head. He scowled at the giggling women but they didn’t seem to care. Every time he tried to take it off one of them would slap his hand hard enough to sting.

“Fh, don’t you look nice, princess.”

Ichigo turned and glared at Grimmjow who was eyeing him up and down appreciatively.

“What do you want?”

“You and me, alone in a bed.”

Ichigo glared harder and turned his back on the blue haired man who looked irritated by being ignored.

“Is that a yes?” Grimmjow tried to side step around him to talk to him directly to his face, but Ichigo would turn each time he did so.

“Tch, fine.”

Ichigo yelped as he was hugged from behind and Grimmjow nuzzled his hair.

“Tell me Ichigo, have you discovered the pleasures of flesh yet?”

Ichigo stiffened, making Grimmjow chuckle and tighten his hold.

“I’ve heard that you let one of your guards of all people fuck you.”

“You sick bastard!” Ichigo stomped his heel onto Grimmjow’s foot, making the blue haired bandit grunt but not release him.

He forced his knee in between Ichigo’s legs and ground his hips forward so that Ichigo could feel his erection.

“A slutty little bitch like you shouldn’t care who fucks you.”

Ichigo’s eyes widened and he went limp in Grimmjow’s arms. Grimmjow frowned in confusion and tilted Ichigo’s chin to see Ichigo with his eyes screwed shut and his mouth pressed tightly together.

“Ichigo?”

“Let me go.” Ichigo whispered. Grimmjow released him slowly and grew even more confused as Ichigo walked away without looking back.

“You’re an idiot Grimmjow.”

Grimmjow didn’t have to turn around to know who had spoken.

“What the fuck do you mean?”

Robin sighed heavily and looked after Ichigo who was being pounced on by Lilinette.

“You hurt his feelings.”

“…huh?”

“I didn’t realize that you would take what I said earlier so seriously. Ichigo isn’t the type of man to sleep around. He wants romance and courtship before sex. Calling him a slut isn’t the way to win him over.”

Grimmjow was silent for a moment as he thought. He liked Ichigo, but love?

“Take him back Grimmjow, that’s an order.”

“Robin!” Grimmjow snarled.

“What the fuck!? You know how much money we could get for him!”

Robin stared at him and shook his head. “Do it.”

It was only very reluctantly that Grimmjow did so. Nnoitra had to be knocked out to get stop him from trying to force him to stay.

Grimmjow blind folded him and took him back to the castle. Ichigo was silent the entire way. They stopped just at the edge of the forest and lifted Ichigo off the horse to take off his blindfold. Ichigo blinked and Grimmjow took a second to really look at the beautiful prince, to burn his image in his mind.

Grimmjow stared at Ichigo. Ichigo stared back.

“You can go now.”

Ichigo nodded but didn’t move.

“Get the fuck out of here already!” Grimmjow glared. Ichigo didn’t even flinch but instead frowned.

“Why are you letting me go?”

“Orders.”

“That’s all?” Ichigo said quietly and Grimmjow swore he heard a hint of disappointment in it.

“Of course. It’s not like I actually care about you.” Grimmjow said rudely and frowned as Ichigo flinched.

“Right.” Ichigo turned to leave but Grimmjow grabbed his arm. Ichigo stopped but didn’t look back at him.

“I thought you said I could go.”

“Yeah.”

Ichigo looked back at Grimmjow and then glanced pointedly at his arm.

“Then let go.”

“I can’t.”

Grimmjow yanked on Ichigo’s arm, pulling Ichigo flush against his body and staring down at him.

“Grimmjow…” Ichigo didn’t look in the least bit uncomfortable, but instead rather flushed.

“Ichigo.” Grimmjow bent down and Ichigo met him half way. The second their lips met, heat traveled through them and their hearts thumped in their chests.

Ichigo whimpered and opened his mouth, allowing Grimmjow’s tongue to slip in between his lips and delve into his wet cavern. Grimmjow made a throaty noise that rumbled in his chest and pulled Ichigo tighter to him and angled his head to deepen the kiss even further. His hands stroked Ichigo’s hair at first and then moved down to grab Ichigo’s ass.

“Ah!” Ichigo pulled away from the kiss and panted. Grimmjow couldn’t help but smirk at his flushed face and eyes darkened with lust.

“I’m not a slut.”

Grimmjow frowned.

“I know that.”

“I don’t sleep around.”

“I know.”

“I’m a virgin.”

“I know…wait, what?”

Ichigo turned red and looked away from Grimmjow who gaped at him.

“Not even with a woman?”

“Yeah…is that bad?”

“No!” Grimmjow was quick to respond as dirty thoughts went through his head.

“I’m just thinking of how to do it with you…”

Ichigo scowled and hit him on the side of the head.

“Ow! What was that for bitch?”

“What makes you think I’m having sex with you?”

“Er…you kissed me?”

“Kissing doesn’t always lead to sex! Why don’t you come find me when you’re not such a pervert!” Ichigo snarled and stomped off with Grimmjow staring after him in confusion.

“What the fuck… No sex?” But he DID say to come find him later, so it didn’t mean that Ichigo was totally uninterested. Now which Kingdom did Ichigo come from again?

…

Ichigo sighed for what felt like the hundredth time and Karin had had it with him.

“Are you love sick or something? You’ve been like this since we’ve gotten back.”

“No! Of course not. I would never love someone like him!” He mumbled to himself, mostly curses and Karin stared, wondering if he knew what he had just said.

“So it’s a him?”

“No!” Ichigo snapped and glared at his sister who chuckled.

“I think a man is just what you need Ichigo. Women are too soft for you. It’s not like you are needed to carry out the line either, father has Kaien for that.”

“I don’t need that bastard.” Ichigo crossed his arms and looked out the window, staring at the sky as he sighed again.

Karin growled in aggravation and slammed her book shut before standing.

“If you are going to keep being like this I’m leaving.”

Ichigo sighed again.

…

It had been a week since Ichigo had gotten back from Hueco Mundo and he felt awful. His chest hurt and his heart throbbed like he had just run up a mountain. Karin thought that he was lovesick, but there was nobody he loved to be heart sick about.

He entered his bedroom chamber and paused. On his bed was a single white flower that he recognized as one of the palace’s. A gardenia. Ichigo carefully lifted it and brought it up to his nose. It was very strong and sweet smelling and was already permeating the room with its fragrance. He twirled it and stared off in the distance as he thought.

The most common meaning for gardenia was ‘secret love.’ At first he thought it was from Kenpachi, but that wasn’t very secret and he didn’t think that Kenpachi was the type for flowers unless Yumichika or Yachiru convinced him to do it.

Or maybe one of the maids left it to brighten his room and made him feel better. With a smile Ichigo got into his bed and put the flower on his pillow case. He closed his eyes and slept a little better then he had in a while.

The next night when he went to go to sleep he found lilies scattered around his bed. Lilies symbolized purity and virginity… Ichigo wondered if he was being courted now, and if so, by whom?

The third night was a blue violet. Watchfulness and faithfulness. On the fourth night there was a basket of what appeared to be strawberries on his bed. For a moment Ichigo was pissed off at the implication, but then he took a step closer and realized that they were arbutus fruit. He popped on into his mouth and was a little surprised by the bland flavor but it was the thought that counted. ‘Only thee do I love.’

If it wasn’t Kenpachi, who was leaving all of these gifts?

The fifth night he found a daffodil on his pillow and his heart ached a little. Here he was getting these wonderful gifts from someone who he had no idea who it was, and all he could think of was the blue haired asshole that just wanted to get into his pants.

On the sixth night, Ichigo found ivy wrapped around his bed posts and trailing to the balcony. Ichigo paused for a moment. Ivy meant…Affection, friendship, fidelity and…wedded love.

He took a step forward to see if the ivy led anywhere. He blinked as his eyes adjusted to the dark and searched the ground for some clue. Bright blue instantly caught his eye and he stared. Grimmjow stood there, looking as cocky as ever with a shit eating grin.

“How did you get in here?” Ichigo demanded instantly, forcing his mind to focus on that instead of anything else.

Grimmjow smirked and Ichigo felt a hint of foreboding.

“O, speak again, bright angel, for thou art as glorious to this night, being over my head, as is a winged messenger of heaven unto the white, upturned wondering eyes of mortals that fall back to gaze on him when he bestrides the lazy puffing clouds and sails upon the bosom of the air.”

Ichigo blinked. The bastard was quoting Romeo and Juliet? How did he know that Ichigo liked Shakespeare?

“You’re an idiot.”

Grimmjow frowned and pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and read it with a scowl.

“That’s not what you’re supposed to say.”

“Oh? Enlighten me, what am I supposed to say.” Ichigo rested his elbow on the railing and propped his chin in his hand as he stared at Grimmjow in amusement.

“Something about denying your father…” Grimmjow mumbled to himself and scratched his head.

Ichigo snorted. “What do you want Grimmjow?”

“Well I wanted to court you, but if you’re going to be like that.”

Ichigo rolled his eyes and pushed away from the balcony.

“Come up here so we can talk, I don’t want the whole palace hearing our conversation.”

Grimmjow smiled and climbed one of the trees by Ichigo’s room and leapt onto the window easily.

“Security around here really has gotten lax…” Ichigo mumbled to himself as Grimmjow followed him inside.

“So what do you want?”

“Are you a fucking idiot or something?”

Ichigo turned and punched Grimmjow in the stomach, making Grimmjow grunt and then grab the prince’s wrist and bend his arm behind his back before shoving him onto his bed.

Ichigo stilled instantly as he felt Grimmjow pressed up behind him and he relaxed his grip on Ichigo’s arm. Ichigo turned red as Grimmjow nuzzled his hair and then began to press open-mouthed kisses on the back of his neck, nipping at him lightly.

“Grimmjow…”

Grimmjow hummed slightly and shifted to slide his hand up the back of Ichigo’s shirt. Ichigo gasped and arched his back to try and shirk from it, but there was no way to escape from it. Besides that, Ichigo also realized that he was hard and his erection was squished in between his body and the mattress. Grimmjow seemed to also figure that out because he let go of Ichigo’s arms completely and wormed his hand down the front of Ichigo’s pants and began to pump him.

“Grimmjow.” Ichigo whimpered and bit his lip as Grimmjow moved his hand faster despite the awkward position.

“Please stop…”

Grimmjow slowed and then stopped, much to Ichigo’s relief.

“Why?”

Grimmjow sounded confused and angry.

“I know you like me, so why?”

“Sex has meaning for me.” Ichigo tried to explain and Grimmjow growled, pressing harder against him.

“It does for me too!”

“I want to have sex with you.”

Grimmjow smirked and moved to continue but Ichigo stopped him.

“But I couldn’t take it if you left me afterwards, so it is better if I don’t get attached in the first place.”

“Wait…so you don’t want to have sex with me, because you like me?”

Ichigo nodded.

“That’s so stupid!” Grimmjow snarled, making Ichigo jump and frown in confusion.

“Isn’t it better to have loved and lost then to never have loved at all!”

Ichigo flinched and rubbed his cheek against the blanket.

“I don’t want you to leave me when I’ve given all of myself to you.”

Grimmjow sighed and rested his head against Ichigo’s back before shifting to kiss his hair.

“I’m not going to leave you, I promise.”

Ichigo hesitated, still looking uncertain.

“I do…love you Ichigo.”

Despite how strained Grimmjow sounded as he said it, Ichigo heard the truth in it.

“How about we try it, and if you don’t like it we can stop at any time.”

Ichigo turned over onto his back and looked up into Grimmjow’s blue eyes and knew that he couldn’t deny what both of them wanted.

“Al right.”

Grimmjow’s face broke into a large grin and he yelped as he was undressed in what felt like record time. Grimmjow stood and began to strip too.

“Do you have lube, lotion, or something?” Grimmjow asked as he struggled to get out of his shirt and just ripped it off.

“I have…” Ichigo’s mouth went dry and he trailed off as Grimmjow pushed his pants down. Grimmjow glanced up to see why he stopped and smirked as he saw Ichigo staring at his impressive erection that was now revealed.

“I know, it is rather admirable.”

The spell was broken and Ichigo scowled, throwing a pillow at Grimmjow’s groin which was caught before it could hit. Grimmjow continued to smirk despite Ichigo’s ire which made Ichigo even more irritated.

“There’s some lotion on the desk over there.” Ichigo pointed at the large desk and Grimmjow sauntered over to grab it. Ichigo’s eyes involuntarily moved downward to stare at Grimmjow’s muscular legs and the flex of his ass muscles as he walked.

“Heh, I figured you would be girly enough to have something like this.” Grimmjow said smugly as he tossed the lotion onto the bed and began to crawl up to Ichigo.

Ichigo scowled and his brown eyes flashed dangerously.

“Actually it was a gift from Kenpachi.”

Grimmjow recognized the name of Ichigo’s guard that it was rumored had a thing for Ichigo. His blue eyes narrowed and if he had a tail it would be flicking in agitation. He growled low in the back of his throat and moved so he was in between Ichigo’s legs.

“Ichigo…” Grimmjow’s voice was dangerous and full of warning. Ichigo wasn’t impressed.

“I told you I’m a virgin.”

“You two seem awfully close.” Even as he spoke, Grimmjow parted Ichigo’s legs slowly and bent them so Ichigo’s tight, pink puckered entrance was revealed to his eyes.

“We are.”

“Is he one of those that you would have slept with if you weren’t afraid of attachment?”

Ichigo frowned, wondering if he should be truthful or not. Grimmjow opened the bottle of lotion and poured some on his fingers while Ichigo thought. He rubbed them together to make them warm and moved in between Ichigo’s legs again as he waited for him to answer.

Ichigo decided that it wasn’t best to lie so early into their relationship and hesitantly tried to explain.

“Yeah, probably, but that was just lust not..Ah!”

He threw back his head and let out a cry as two fingers were shoved into him.

“What the fuck Grimmjow!?” Ichigo rose up onto his elbows and snapped in irritation and pain.

“I was just telling the truth! Don’t be so immature about this!”

“You just told me you would have fucked another man!” Grimmjow glared at Ichigo heatedly and spread the fingers apart, making Ichigo collapse onto his back and throw his head back.

“But I didn’t…” Ichigo protested and whimpered as a third finger was shoved in.

“Grimmjow, maybe this isn’t a good idea…”

Grimmjow froze and looked down at Ichigo who was biting his lip and tensing in pain.

“Fuck, Ichigo.” Grimmjow huffed and slowly pulled out the fingers to lean down and kiss Ichigo.

“I’m sorry about that, I’m just jealous.”

“It’s okay.” Ichigo sighed again.

“But I meant what I said. Neither of us seems to be ready for sex.”

“Because I don’t want you to fuck another man?”

Ichigo scowled at Grimmjow and punched him in the shoulder.

“Idiot! Even if I had been fucked by other men, the only one I would ever let make love to me is you.”

Grimmjow melted at Ichigo’s words and pounced on Ichigo, hugging him tightly and ragging Ichigo so he was straddling Ichigo’s hips.

“Ichigo!”

“Grimmjow!” Ichigo yelled in exasperation and then stiffened as their erections came into contact.

Grimmjow smirked and pulled away to cock an eyebrow at Ichigo.

“Are you sure you want to wait?”

Ichigo stared at Grimmjow and then furrowed his brow in concentration as he experimentally shifted his hips so their erections slid together. Ah, it felt really good…

“Fine.”

Grimmjow was absolutely ecstatic as he flipped Ichigo over onto his bad once more and grabbed the lotion to slick up his erection. Ichigo watched slightly nervously as Grimmjow moved Ichigo to the best position and then guided his erection to Ichigo’s hole.

He began to press forward and Ichigo instantly pulled away.

“Ichigo…” Grimmjow frowned and Ichigo took a shaky breath.

“Sorry, I’m just nervous.”

“That’s okay, just don’t be as tense.” Grimmjow caressed his side and then gripped his hips firmly before pressing in once more. This time when Ichigo inhaled sharply and tried to move, Grimmjow was ready. With a short, quick thrust of his hips, the head of his dick skipped inside and Ichigo cried out.

Grimmjow could hear the pain and stopped, waiting for Ichigo to calm down do he could move once more. After what felt like forever, Grimmjow pushed in the rest of the way. Ichigo arched his back and dug his nails into Grimmjow’s hands which were still holding him still and let out a long, low keening sound that made Grimmjow’s body throb.

“Ichigo.” Grimmjow purred and wasn’t able to contain himself any longer. In one last, burning thrust he pushed inside of Ichigo the rest of the way.

Ichigo scratched Grimmjow’s hand as he clawed at him and wiggled around desperately in an attempt to relieve the pain. “Grimmjow! Oh fuck, Grimmjow!”

“Say my name baby.”

“Fuck y-you, bastard!” Ichigo stuttered.

“Fuck you and your big fucking dick. FUCK!”

Grimmjow frowned in concern and detached his bleeding hand from Ichigo’s hip and his tight grip and brushed his thumb under Ichigo’s eyes to wipe away the frustrated tears.

“Baby?”

“Don’t call me that.” Ichigo mumbled and bit down on Grimmjow’s thumb when it ran over his lips. Grimmjow easily pried his thumb away and kissed him deeply.

“I love you.”

Ichigo glared, but he couldn’t stay mad when Grimmjow was staring at him so sincerely and was also coaxing his erection back to life.

“Next time I’m fucking you.”

Grimmjow’s eyes narrowed.

“Don’t count on it.” He pulled out slowly of Ichigo before he had a chance to answer and Ichigo’s body shuddered as his hole winked as he was left gaping before Grimmjow thrust in again.

“You sadistic bastard!” Ichigo yelled out even as pleasure mingled with the pain and his body began to accept the intrusion.

“Your sadistic bastard.” Grimmjow clarified, his voice slightly tense as he pistoned in and out of Ichigo, the wet, tight heat around him already threatening to send him over the edge.

“Don’t you dare come before me!” Ichigo snapped and moaned as his prostate was nudged and Grimmjow stroked his erection.

“Yes!” Ichigo wrapped his legs around Grimmjow’s waist and rocked his hips to get him to hit the spot again.

“Oh god baby, you’re the best.” Grimmjow groaned and began to put more of his power into the thrusts so that the bed started to shake despite its large size.

“Don’t call me baby!” Ichigo ordered and pinched Grimmjow’s nipple before moving his mouth to suck and nip on it. Grimmjow’s hips jerked at the unexpected pleasure and he hissed, grabbing the back of Ichigo’s head and encouraging to do more.

“Fuck princess…” Grimmjow moaned and Ichigo glared before biting down hard. Grimmjow winced and yanked his head away before crushing their mouths together.

They drew their breath in through their noses frantically before they were forced to break away again. Ichigo gasped as his groin tightened and tightened his legs around Grimmjow even tighter, making him move slower but so that he continuously pressed against the spot.

“Grimmjow~!” Ichigo cried out his name in desperation and then he came, his body convulsing and twitching as he felt the most pleasurable thing in his life.

“Fuck, I love you Ichigo!!!” Grimmjow screamed himself hoarse as he finally lost control and emptied his seed inside of his lover and clamped his mouth over Ichigo’s shoulder and dug his teeth in. Ichigo gave one last cry and his hips twitched again, milking every last drop out of Grimmjow.

They collapsed. Their breath was frantic and uneven as Grimmjow remained inside of Ichigo and slumped over him. Ichigo didn’t care though. It felt good to be so full of Grimmjow even if he was limp and not moving. Although at this point Ichigo didn’t think he could handle it if Grimmjow was hard and moving.

Grimmjow managed to gather enough energy and roll off of Ichigo and Ichigo groaned in discomfort. Grimmjow kissed him slowly as an apology and caressed Ichigo’s sweaty body reverently.

“I love you Ichigo.”

“I love you too.” Ichigo smiled at Grimmjow and they shared a sweet moment of staring into each other’s eyes as-

BAM!

They both jumped in surprise as the door was thrown open and a large, muscular man with an eye patch and spiky hair strode in. For a moment he stared at the couple and Ichigo shrank under it, his hands searching for the sheets to pull them back up again but they had been kicked down to the bottom of the bed.

“Kenpachi…” Ichigo trailed off and Grimmjow stiffened and glared at Kenpachi before grabbing Ichigo and yanking him behind him.

“Get your eyes off of him!” Grimmjow spat.

Kenpachi had been eating in the sight of Ichigo so disheveled with white and red fluid trickling out of his entrance, but he turned to Grimmjow when he had spoken. His golden eye narrowed and his face twisted in a frown.

“Ichigo…what the fuck!?”

“Listen Kenpachi…” Ichigo started but Kenpachi cut him off.

“You let this weakling fuck you?” Kenpachi asked in disbelief and Grimmjow bristled.

“You know that I was going to ask your father for your hand…” He growled, showing exactly what he thought of asking anyone for something.

“Listen punk.” Grimmjow stood up, but not before pulling the blankets up to cover Ichigo’s nakedness.

“I love Ichigo and he loves me…”

“Did he rape you?” Kenpachi growled, completely ignore Grimmjow’s words as he drew his sword. His eyes lingered over the red marks on Ichigo’s hips that would turn to bruises as well as the blood on his neck from the bite as well as on the sheets from where Grimmjow accidentally tore him.

“No!” Ichigo denied vehemently and stood as well as he carefully wrapped the sheets around his body.

“No, I let Grimmjow have sex with me.”

Kenpachi stared at him, his eyes shifting from Grimmjow who looked rather smug back to Ichigo before his frown deepened.

“Alright Ichigo, I know you were a little…” Kenpachi trailed off as he looked for the word.

“Uncertain about our relationship but I don’t want you fucking other guys because of that.”

Grimmjow was now beyond irritated and was looking around the room for his clothes and his sword.

“Kenpachi.” Ichigo sounded guilty and Grimmjow hated that.

“I love Grimmjow. I’m sorry.”

Now Kenpachi looked beyond pissed and a little bit heart broken. Grimmjow sympathized a little because he knew that he would be if Ichigo didn’t like him, but that didn’t mean he was going to give Kenpachi any slack.

“But I love you Ichigo.”

Kenpachi’s grip on his sword tightened and Grimmjow picked up his sword and stepped in front of Ichigo. He didn’t care about fighting naked.

“Can we please not do this right now?” Ichigo said in exasperation.

“You two are NOT going to fight, because that implies you are fighting over me which really pisses me off beyond belief. Kenpachi, I’m sorry. I knew that you were attracted to me but I didn’t know…” Ichigo shook his head of that thought.

“But I’m with Grimmjow now.”

Kenpachi’s jaw tensed and he sheathed his sword, something Grimmjow thought only Ichigo could get him to do.

“If I had confessed to you first and courted you, would you have loved me?” Kenpachi growled and took a step forward. Grimmjow growled too at the question and both of them stared at Ichigo for the answer, who looked very uncomfortable in the spotlight.

“I might have, maybe, but Grimmjow is the one for me.”

Grimmjow knew he was very lucky to have seen Ichigo when he did, otherwise it might have been too late.

Kenpachi stared at Ichigo for a second and then moved forward quickly. Grimmjow wasn’t prepared for the surprisingly fast movement and was shoved out of the way as Kenpachi grabbed Ichigo who let out a surprised yelp as Kenpachi grabbed his chin and forced his mouth over Ichigo’s.

“Mgh!”

Kenpachi was only given a second before Grimmjow smashed into his side and sent him stumbling away from Ichigo.

He raised his sword again in preparation for attack but Kenpachi took a step back and held up his hands in surrender.

“Just one kiss.”

He turned on his heal and left but not before stopping at the door and turning around again. “It should be about now.”

The other two were confused but then Ichigo yelped again as his sheets fell in shreds and he was left completely naked. Kenpachi drank in the sight hungrily one last time before he slammed the door shut and the couple was left alone again.

Ichigo scowled and glared at the sheets. Grimmjow stared in disbelief as he realized that in that brief moment when Kenpachi kissed Ichigo that he had had managed to cut the sheet into shreds without either of them noticing, and didn’t even knick Ichigo’s skin.

“I’m lucky that you convinced him not to fight, aren’t I?” Grimmjow asked shakily.

“Oh yeah.”

Grimmjow’s eyes moved over Ichigo’s body and narrowed. Ichigo caught the look and eyed him warily.

“Let’s go again.”

Ichigo was flat on his back with his legs around Grimmjow’s waist in a second.

“Ah, listen Grimmjow I know you feel the need to claim me as yours again but I really don’t think I can- AH!!!”

Grimmjow pushed into Ichigo again and was content once more. The adrenaline from the confrontation had pumped him up and he was fully prepared to use it for the greater good. Namely pounding Ichigo into the mattress until he had no idea who Kenpachi was and could never forget who Grimmjow was.

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My my, that is a long one. I really love GrimmIchi, and I hope that everyone enjoyed this as much as I did writing it.

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