Cursed

Review Replies- XoXgaaraXoX: I hope that there will be a couple more unexpected things that will happen in this story :P
MasterAkira: I actually do like Aizen =3 He just makes a really good bad guy…but we don’t know that he’s the bad guy in this one yet XD
Nusku: Yep, Ichi the orange werewolf. Cute and not so cuddly.
Sciamachy: I promise that there won’t be cheesy special effect… *fake blood sprays out of severed limb* Oh, um, you didn’t see that.
Spunk: Thanks! I’m definitely going to finish this story, so no worries.
Usmorgan: Thank you for reading! I’m glad that you like it.
Queen_Celestia: Maybe it is…maybe it isn’t…so far more people have been guessing Aizen and Shirosaki =D Who knows? I mean, except for me…
Lynzee: Creepy stalker werewolf…poor Ichigo.
Violet Eyes: Haha, thanks! I did like the movie…but it didn’t have as much boy love as I’ve come to like XD
NeonOranges: Yes, there is something about GrimmIchi and werewolves that makes me drool…
Kera-Izaki: Ichigo with ears and a tail is too hard for Grimmjow to resist =D Maybe it’s Shirosaki, maybe it isn’t…

Thank you to my beta WarriorNun for cleaning up my mistakes =P

Cursed: Chapter 5

Ichigo ran through the halls, his legs burning with adrenaline. He didn’t know where he was going, he was just going. He ended up in the gym auditorium, panting slightly but not out of breath. A few days ago he would have been wheezing and bent over with his hands on his knees if he had run so fast for that long. But now he was different. Better. And he couldn’t help but like it.

He breathed in deeply with his hands planted on his hips and his head tilted back as he thought about how his life had changed. Maybe for the better, but there was the tail and ears to deal with, not to mention the teeth and nails. But other than that-

Ichigo whipped around when he heard a noise, his eyes narrowing when he caught sight of Grimmjow standing there, smirking smugly.

“What the fuck do you want?” Ichigo hissed, glaring. The blue haired man shrugged, still grinning. “Then get the fuck out of here.” Ichigo started to turn away, but he wasn’t prepared for the speed in which Grimmjow attacked.

Gym floors are really hard. A fact that Ichigo was intimately acquainted with when Grimmjow lunged at him and slammed his head and body against said hard gym floor. There was a moment when the breath was knocked out of him and his head spun, but then he was fighting back just as hard, trying to get the upper hand. Grimmjow would punch and Ichigo would return with a kick, both of them throwing more and more energy into the hits as they fought.

Ichigo ended up flat on his back with Grimmjow crouched over him, pinning his legs and arms to the floor. They panted, staring at each other until something registered in both of their minds. “Shit! You’re one too!?” Ichigo exclaimed, staring up into the yellow eyes and bared teeth.

Grimmjow blinked and took in Ichigo’s own tails and ears. “So you know what the fuck this is?”

“Not really…” Ichigo squirmed underneath the other senior. “Why did you attack me anyways?”

“Hm, I wonder.” Grimmjow leaned over, pressing his hips down so Ichigo could feel all of him. “You’re kind of pretty for a guy you know.”

Ichigo predictably scowled and was cut off almost immediately by a mouth slamming down onto his own. What the fuck!? He thrashed his head from side to side, but the lips remained. A strong hand came up and gripped his jaw, forcing his mouth open and allowing a tongue in. Ichigo jerked and once again tried to pull away, but the blue haired senior wouldn’t allow it.

He lifted his recently freed hand to push at his chest, but he wouldn’t budge. And now Ichigo was aware of the large bulge poking against his hip. No. Fucking. Way.

“Mmh!” Ichigo moaned involuntarily into the kiss as his unexpectedly talented tongue probed the other’s mouth. Grimmjow decreased the pressure so it wasn’t as painful and Ichigo found himself hesitantly enjoying it. He gasped and arched his back when the blue haired man’s hand moved from his jaw to the hem of his shirt, pushing it up and stroking his stomach. Ichigo twisted his head away and gasped for breath, groaning when Grimmjow latched onto his neck and started sucking there. “N-no, wait, this isn’t right…”

“What isn’t right?” He growled and bit down, making Ichigo cry out as his sharp fangs punctured the skin and drew blood.

“We’re both guys, we can’t do this!” Ichigo attempted to push him away again, but it was half hearted and Grimmjow ignored it.

“I’ll make you feel really good.” Grimmjow promised and palmed Ichigo’s half-erect cock while lewdly licking his ear and nibbling on it. Ichigo shuddered and fisted Grimmjow’s shirt.

“Mm…stop…”

“Tch, brat.” Grimmjow ignored him and continued his exploration of Ichigo’s torso, flicking his nipples and grinning with the orange haired teen’s breath hitched.

“I mean it, stop!”

Grimmjow continued, moving a hand down to undo his jeans and starting to unzip them. Ichigo raised his leg and kicked him in the chin, sending the senior rolling off of him. Quickly redoing his jeans, Ichigo yanked his shirt down and ran for the door. He was almost there when Grimmjow slammed into him again, grabbing his hands and pinning them on either side of his head against the double doors.

“Ouch!” Ichigo winced and then gave a garbled moan when Grimmjow kissed him again, harder than before. It hurt. He started to struggle to get away and the other senior growled, lightening the pressure and giving small nips and licks to his bruised lips.

Ichigo panted as Grimmjow shoved a hand inside of his pants and grabbed his erection, sliding his thumb over the slick head. “Grimmjow, please…”

“Please what?” He started sucking on Ichigo’s neck again, moving down to nuzzle the hollow of his throat and dipped his tongue in to taste him.

“Please don’t!”

The blue haired man snarled in irritation and bit down, reveling in the sharp cry he received. “Shuddup.”

This time Ichigo made the hit count. He jerked his knee up and got Grimmjow right in the crotch, making him groan in pain and drop to the floor. He dashed out of the gym just as the bell rang and classes let out, melding into the mash of people. Grimmjow managed to stagger to his feet but couldn’t find Ichigo in the crowd.

He slammed his fist against the door in aggravation and walked away, not noticing the sizeable dent now imprinted into it. Storming off with his hard on pressing painfully against his pants, Grimmjow cursed a particularly tempting carrot top and his hot, tight body.

Ichigo didn’t go back to class, he just ran and ran until he got to the park. He settled against the tree and dug his nails into his hand. Thankfully his tail and ears had receded before he had gotten out of the gym, but it was close. He couldn’t go on like this, he needed to learn control.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he shoved his hands into his pockets to hide his still long finger nails and began to walk. Maybe that stupid voodoo shop that Ichigo saw on his route to school would have some books or something on werewolves. Having made his decision, Ichigo started that way, an irrational fear of someone yelling at him for being out of school hovering over him.

The Urahara shop really wasn’t a voodoo shop exactly, Ichigo just called it that because it gave him the creeps. It caters to ‘all mystical and magical desires.’ So maybe they would have something that could help him. He winced at the bright neon hand proclaiming a ‘free palm reading with purchase of twenty dollars or more!’ As Ichigo opened the door he sneezed at the strong incense and stepped inside, the bell jingling. It was shrouded and dark with barely enough light.

“Welcome!” A cheery voice said. Ichigo glanced over to see a man with blond hair wearing a green and white striped wizard’s hat. “Is there something I can help you with?”

“Oh, um, I was just looking for some information on werewolves.” Ichigo said in embarrassment, looking at his feet and shifting nervously.

“Ah, I believe we have some literature on that subject over here.” The man beamed and gestured at the wall of books with his gloved hands. As Ichigo turned toward it he failed to notice the shop keeper grabbing something from underneath the counter as he walked around it. “I hope it’s useful.”

Ichigo nodded and followed the man to the book shelf where dozens of books entitled ‘werewolves.’ He stared at them forlornly. “What would you recommend I read?”

“Well if you are going for accuracy, I suggest you read this one.” The man grabbed a book off the shelf and handed it to Ichigo. The teenager went to go take it but yelped and jerked away as something burned him. He clutched his hand to his chest, his eyes wide as the book fell to the floor. In the man’s hand was a cross- a silver cross. “Oh, sorry about that! I just had to be sure.” The man smiled widely and picked up the book. “My name is Urahara Kisuke by the way, I own this shop.”

Ichigo started to back up slowly, making Urahara laugh. “I’m not going to hurt you, I want to help you! How long has it been since you’ve been bitten?”

The senior swallowed around the lump in his throat. “A few days…”

“Ah, good. I take it you haven’t full transformed yet?” Ichigo shook his head. “The first one is always the worst. Well! How can I help you then?”

“Can you tell me what is happening to me?” Ichigo dropped his hand which was now fully healed.

“You, my poor boy, are a werewolf.”

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I just had to add Urahara, he’s so much fun