Cherry Lips

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Warnings: Heavily one-sided GrimmIchi

Beta’d by WarriorNun- many thanks.

Cherry Lips: Chapter 6

Grimmjow Jeagerjaques had enough of watching his boss touch Ichigo’s slim, lithe body with his filthy hands. The Yakuza didn’t deserve such a beautiful girl such as Ichigo. As much as he wanted to snatch the girl away from his boss, he hadn’t dared interrupt Aizen’s conquest for fear of death.
Then he found out the girl wasn’t a girl at all, but a very beautiful boy instead. The revelation startled Grimmjow, but that didn’t change his desire for Ichigo Zangetsu, or rather, Ichigo Kurosaki. Grimmjow wanted him either way and he just had to wait for the point where Aizen didn’t care about Ichigo anymore and snatch him up.

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Renji stared. Ikkaku stared. Chad stared. Rukia and Orihime had hearts in their eyes.

“That is SO romantic!” Orihime squealed and grabbed Ichigo into a tight hug.

“What’s romantic about that!?” Renji said in disbelief and yanked Ichigo away from Orihime to look him in the eyes. “Tell me the bastard is blackmailing you or something! That he raped you!”

“Er, you would prefer that he raped me to me being willing?” Ichigo asked with a furrowed brow.

“YES!!!”

Rukia snorted and shoved Renji out of the way to gaze up at Ichigo with glistening eyes. “Ichigo…you must give me ALL the details!”

“Eh!? No way!” Ichigo turned bright red and looked away.

“Ichigo was limping when he came in here.” Ikkaku noted with a smirk.

“Shut up, you bald bastard!” Ichigo yelled with an angry tick appearing on his forehead.

“Who are you calling bald, uke!?” Ikkaku screamed just as loud and leapt to his feet from where he was lounging on Ichigo’s sofa.

“I’m not a uke!”

“The way you’re walking gives away just how much you were taking it in the ass, uke!”

“What was that, baldy!?”

Chad pushed the two apart, leaving the two to fume silently.

“Ichigo…” Chad said calmly. “You are certain this is what you want?”

“Yes.” Ichigo said back just as seriously. Renji cringed but Chad nodded his acceptance.

Renji held his peace for the rest of the afternoon, but as soon as all of their friends left he rounded on Ichigo. “What. Are. You. Thinking!?”

Ichigo opened his mouth to speak but was cut off.

“Wait, don’t answer that, clearly you AREN’T thinking.”

Ichigo scowled at Renji and planted his hands on his hips. “It’s none of your business who I want to date, Renji!”

“I’m your friend!”

“That doesn’t give you the entitlement to run my life!”

“I just want what is best for you!”

“Sousuke is what’s best for me!”

“Sousuke. SOUSUKE!” Renji screamed, his face turning as red as his hair. “That’s who he is! Aizen Sousuke! Senior advisor for the Yakuza!!! Do you remember that little tidbit of information!?”

“Of course I do! But there’s a side to him you don’t know!”

They were inches away from each other now and screaming so loudly that the neighbors were sure to complain.

“I don’t need to know him! I know his type! You don’t care about him Ichigo; you are just being misled by his charm!”

“I do care about him! I love him!”

“No. You. DON’T!!!”

Renji grabbed the back of Ichigo’s head and smashed their mouths together, making Ichigo’s eyes widen and yank away. Renji look horrified and stumbled back a few steps.

“Fuck, Ichigo I didn’t mean to…” He turned and ran out the door of their apartment, leaving Ichigo staring after him with a confused look on his face. He put his fingers to his lips and wiped his mouth to remove all traces of his friend’s lips.

With shaking hands he pulled out his cell phone and dialed Sousuke’s number. It rang two times before he picked up. “Ichigo.” Sousuke said instantly, making Ichigo smile.

“Hey, Sousuke…can we meet somewhere?”

“I’m in a meeting right now,” Ichigo rolled his eyes at the thought of Sousuke answering his phone in the middle of a meeting, “but I’ll send my driver to pick you up and we can go out afterward.”

“Great.”

There was a slight pause. “Is everything all right?”

“Yeah.”

There was another pause. “You told your friends?”

“Yeah.” This last was said in almost a whisper.

Sousuke sighed. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Kay, bye.”

“Good bye.”

Ichigo hung up the phone and took a quick shower before dressing and going downstairs to meet the driver. Jeagerjaques looked a little distracted, but grinned at Ichigo and opened the door for him.

“Kurosaki-sama.”

Ichigo blinked at the address and frowned. “Just Ichigo is fine.”

Jeagerjaques grin widened and he bowed. “Very well, Ichigo.”

They was he said his named made Ichigo feel slightly uncomfortable for some reason, but he shrugged it off. The car started forward and the doors automatically locked.

“So, he had me pick you up instead of coming himself, huh?” Jeagerjaques asked.

Ichigo frowned. “Yeah, he was in a meeting.”

“Right.”

Ichigo frowned deeper. “What?”

“It’s just that with Aizen-sama, you never know.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Ichigo snapped in irritating, glaring at the driver in the mirror who just shrugged.

“You’re not the first pretty thing he’s lost interest in once he’s fucked them.”

“Oi! Who says he’s lost interest!? And what makes you think we’ve had sex!?”

Jeagerjaques smirk. “Well I’m picking you up and not him, right? And my mistake, did you hurt your ankle to be walking so funny?”

“Fuck you!” Ichigo snapped, denying in his head what Jeagerjaques was saying. His frown deepened as he realized that he had no idea where they were. “Where the fuck are we, Jeagerjaques!?”

Jeagerjaques smirked. “The name is Grimmjow. You should remember that when you are screaming my name.”

“Like fuck!!!” Ichigo grabbed the door handle and tried to yank it open but couldn’t because it was locked. Now Grimmjow was pulling into a deserted parking lot and turned off the car. He opened the driver’s door and got out, going around to the side where Ichigo wasn’t trying to escape. Ichigo lunged forward to the front seats to try and get out that way but Grimmjow had already opened the door and yanked him back.

“Bastard!” Ichigo screamed and tried to kick Grimmjow off of him, but the man caught his feet and yanked Ichigo toward him to he fell backwards and knocked his head against the window with a loud crack. “Ugh…” Ichigo groaned and clutched his head which was now throbbing like mad.

Grimmjow tossed his hat which had been knocked askew into the front seat and tore Ichigo’s shirt in half. Ichigo made a move to push Grimmjow away, but his head throbbed painfully and his vision blurred at the sudden movement.

“Heh, heh, Ichigo, you certainly are beautiful.” Grimmjow moved his mouth over Ichigo’s stomach and began to undo his pants.

“No…” Ichigo mumbled in protest and winced as he was turned onto his stomach. Grimmjow dug his nails into Ichigo’s sides and dragged them down as he pulled Ichigo’s pants down to bare his ass. “Stop…”

“I’m not going to do that, Berry.”

Grimmjow braced one hand against Ichigo’s back and undid his pants to free his erection. “This is going to feel great.” Grimmjow smirked and rubbed the head of his erection against Ichigo’s crack and found his tight hole. He gripped Ichigo’s hips and got ready to thrust forward when another car came tearing into the parking lot.

“FUCK!” Grimmjow cursed and hastily buttoned his pants and got out of the car. “Stark, you bastard, what are you doing here!?”

A brunette man with wavy hair got out of the car and raised an eyebrow at Grimmjow. “I could ask the same thing. Aizen-sama wanted to know what was taking so long so he checked the tracking device he had on the car. He was very surprised to find you nowhere near where you should be.” Stark glanced around Grimmjow and into the car and frowned when he saw Ichigo’s sprawled form. “What do you think you are doing, Grimmjow?”

Grimmjow froze for a second then turned and ran away from Stark. The man sighed and scratched his head. “It’s too troublesome to chase him, we’ll get him later.” He made his way to the care and frowned as he saw the state Ichigo was in. “Aizen-sama is not going to be happy.”

Stark tried hard not to think of Ichigo’s body as he pulled up his pants, but his eyes lingered slightly over the creamy skin before he tore them away. It would not be wise to fall into the same infatuation that Grimmjow had.

Stark lifted Ichigo into his arms and carried him to the car he had driven here. Ichigo looked a little dazed and didn’t push Stark away as the brunette parted Ichigo’s ripped shirt and dragged his hand over the scratches Grimmjow had inflicted. Ichigo hissed and shifted away, making Stark frown and stop his movement.

He turned Ichigo’s head slightly to the side and parted Ichigo’s eyelids to see that the boy was in fact awake and was just a little banged up. Ichigo batted Stark’s hand away and scowled at him. “Who the fuck are you?” He grumbled and tried to sit up but Stark pushed him back down.

“Stark. Aizen-sama sent me.” Stark frowned again and felt the back of Ichigo’s head, making Ichigo flinch. “Hm. Slight head injury…” He shifted slightly and pulled out his cell phone while still not letting Ichigo go. “Aizen-sama, I found him.” There was a pause where Stark listened to what Aizen said. “He’s fine other then a bump on his head. Would you rather I brought him to you or to a hospital so he can get checked?” Another pause. “Very well.”

He hung up and glanced at Ichigo whose brown eyes were staring up at him in confusion. Stark winced and rubbed the back of his head before pulling away from Ichigo’s temping warmth. “Aizen sama will meet us at the hospital.”

“Sousuke?”

Stark frowned again and stepped out of the car, closing the door and getting into the driver’s seat. “He’s worried about you.”

“Even though I am just one of many, right?” Ichigo said bitterly and clutched his aching head.

“One of many?” Stark asked as they began to drive.

Ichigo groaned at the motion but answered Stark anyway. “Yeah, Grimmjow said that I’m just another ‘pretty thing’ that Sousuke will discard.”

“I won’t deny that you’re a ‘pretty thing’,” Stark glanced at Ichigo in the rear view mirror. “But I doubt that Aizen-sama has ever cared for another person like he cares for you.”

Ichigo snorted in disbelief and closed his eyes. “Right.”

“Believe what you want, but if you were anyone else, Aizen-sama wouldn’t have bothered to send me.” That was the last Stark said on the subject and it gave Ichigo a lot to think about on the way to the hospital.

A doctor saw them immediately, courtesy of Aizen Sousuke’s influence, and did a thorough examination (under Stark’s watchful eye). Sousuke didn’t even bother to knock on the door before barging in. He looked as put together as always, but Ichigo picked up on the tenseness surrounding his eyes and mouth as he looked Ichigo over. Ichigo has his ripped shirt off for the exam and he knew every bruise and scratch stood out on his white skin. Sousuke passed over the love marks that he himself had given Ichigo and frowned at the scratches on his hips.

The doctor frowned at Sousuke for bursting in, but wasn’t brave enough to say anything as the Yakuza strode in and pulled Ichigo into a hug.

“You are okay?”

“I’m fine.”

Sousuke glanced at the doctor who cleared his throat in embarrassment. “He has a slight concussion so make sure to wake him up every hour, but other then that he is perfectly healthy.”

Sousuke nodded and pulled away from Ichigo to take off his jacket and put it around Ichigo. “Thank you, doctor.”

Ichigo didn’t protest as he was led out of the building and to the car where Sousuke ushered him into the front seat and then got in himself. “See that the other car as well as Jeagerjaques is taken care of.” Ichigo was too out of it at the moment to pay attention to what Sousuke was saying, but he would remember the phrase later.

Stark nodded and Sousuke rolled up the window again before driving away. “Would you like to go back to your apartment or stay with me?”

Ichigo frowned as he thought about Renji and shook his head. “I want to go with you.”

Sousuke smiled slightly but it disappeared instantly. “About Jeagerjaques…”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Ichigo mumbled and Sousuke just nodded. They went back to the house that Ichigo was just the night before and Sousuke helped him to the bed. “I thought I wasn’t supposed to be sleeping.”

“We’re not going to sleep.”

Ichigo was tenderly undressed and soft kisses brushed against his small pains. Sousuke cushioned his head gently as he prepared Ichigo and then slowly entered Ichigo. Ichigo gasped as the hurt from the night before was reawakened but he wasn’t given the chance to dwell on it as Sousuke began to move.

“Ah!” Ichigo bit his lower lip and dug his nails into the sheets as Sousuke thrust into him slowly at first, and then faster and harder. “Sousuke…” Ichigo pleaded and tightened his legs around the man.

Sousuke smirk and kissed Ichigo before giving Ichigo exactly what he wanted.

Ichigo panted as Sousuke slipped out of him, wincing slightly in discomfort but he didn’t care. Sousuke rolled on his side to set the alarm for every hour and then pulled Ichigo to his chest while stroking his hair. “I won’t let anyone hurt you.” Sousuke promised and kissed Ichigo’s temple. “I promise.”

Ichigo mumbled something incomprehensible, making Sousuke smile and think of his plots for revenge against the blue haired man.

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