Where did all the sunlight go????

2009-09-02T10:52:09Z

Okay, maybe this will work. Just wanted to post some of my fics on this site. There is a link on my page to Fanfiction.com because it seems you can't get long stories on your posts. T_T anyway, it's all yaoi, all different fandoms and pairings...tell me what you think!

Title: Unexpected Guests

Characters: GrimmjowxIchigo

Rating: PG-13

Genre: yaoi, romance, fluff

Summary: It's just another Saturday for Ichigo...except for the fact that when he woke up, there was a teal-haired Espada in his bed.

Discalimer: God, don't I wish. Every single one of those Bleach boys are just so damn pretty.

Unexpected Guests

Waking up to find an extremely powerful Espada in your bed is unnerving to say the least.

Especially since said Espada had tried to kill you countless times.

At first Ichigo thought he was still dreaming and stared down at the rumpled, teal head resting against his chest blankly, sure he was going to wake up any moment. Only he wasn’t showing any signs of actually being asleep and the warmth of the sun against his back as it spilled in through his window was very real; as was the warm breath puffing against his abdomen every time a pair of broad shoulders not his own rose and fell in time to the deep breaths. Yet, he had to be sleeping because he was sure Grimmjow would sooner run him through with a very sharp zanpactou than curl up under his sheets with him. And Ichigo would surely kill the Sexta for even thinking such a thing.

Confusion and horror started to choke him as he became more lucid and he fought for breath as he realized the teal haired Hollow was completely bare underneath the sheets and his own limbs were tangled with long legs, strong arms looped around his waist, holding him firmly in place. The intimacy of the touch made him feel like his head was about to explode.

Don’t freak out, don’t freak out, don’t freak out…OH MY GOD, I’M FREAKING OUT!!

“What the FUCK!!” he grated through clenched teeth, beginning to struggle against the iron hold, wanting to scream at the top of his lungs, pummel the sleeping Espada, something but if he did that, he would have his hyperactive father bursting through his door, followed by his two sisters and he really didn’t want them to find him with another, very naked man in his bed.

But the bastard wasn’t waking up.

“Oi! Grimmjow! What the fuck are you doing—” he had been pounding on a bicep with his fist when the Espada stirred and for a moment Ichigo was reminded of a cat curled up and content. Then the teal head pulled back and equally blue eyes blinked blurrily up at him. The expression in the Sexta’s eyes stopped his next demand for him to get the hell out of his bed, the growl getting caught in his throat. For a moment they shared at one another, Ichigo’s mouth still parted in shock and Grimmjow was, for once, completely silent.

“Grimmjow, what the hell are you doing in my bed,” and very naked he almost added but decided against it when his words were answered with a tightening of the arms around his waist and he hated that the Sexta was still stronger than him. (thank Kami he at least put his pajama bottoms on last night, something he didn’t always do and family or no, he would be flipping out VERY LOUDLY had he not had at least some sort of barrier.) The teal eyes held his and while Grimmjow’s face showed absolutely nothing, he was caught by the fire in the bluish-green depths. The fact that the normally brash, volatile Espada wasn’t saying a word and wouldn’t let the red head go was beginning to worry Ichigo.

“Grim—” he started but the unruly head fell back against his stomach and he jumped in surprise as the cool bone half-mask on the lower right side of the Sexta’s face brushed against his skin, cutting him short efficiently. The tightening of the long limbs held him trapped to his bed and he fought for breath to stave off the impending panic welling up in his chest. What the fuck was going on and why the HELL was the blue haired Espada acting so…odd? He shifted uncomfortably, wanting nothing more than to be free of the iron cage he’d found himself in and gently poked Grimmjow’s bare shoulder.

“Oi, what are you doing?” It came out gruff but the idiot was lucky he wasn’t screaming in an embarrassed rage like he really wanted to be. There was a pause and he thought for a moment the silence was going to continue. But it was broken by a rumbling murmur he didn’t catch as it was muffled against his stomach, warm lips brushing his skin. With an exasperated sigh, he leaned back against his elbows and looked down at the top of Grimmjow’s head, marveling at how the violent Hollow was curled against him like some house cat.

“What?” he demanded and the Espada shifted, teal hair glinting in the morning light, nose brushing against his taught stomach, making his muscles jump at the touch.

“I said let me stay. Please,” the normally rough voice was soft, shocking the red head all over again. He opened his mouth then closed it again, not even knowing how he should be reacting anymore.

“Grimmjow, what’s wrong with you? This isn’t a trap, is it?” he asked skeptically, pulling on the other male’s elbow but there was a warm gust of breath against his skin as the Espada snorted in amusement.

“Hardly, moron. Why the hell would I be naked if it was trying to kill you?” now the straight nose was brushing back and forth over the sensitive skin of his abdomen and Ichigo felt his mouth go dry.

“Why are you naked?” he asked hesitantly, fearing the answer and wishing Grimmjow would stop rubbing his nose on him like some damn feline because it was a little distracting. Watch, next he was going to start purring.

“Don’t worry, Strawberry, I’m not trying to seduce you,” and Ichigo fought the as if you could retort that suddenly burned his tongue. Instead, he glared down at the top of the teal head, feeling that a well directed punch was in order because from where he was sitting, that was exactly what the Espada seemed to be doing.

“Then what are you doing, damn it?!” he snapped, yanking on a few strands of blue hair and the soothing motion of the Espada’s nose rubbing his stomach paused.

“I just…wanted this. To be here,” Ichigo’s brain sufficiently shut down and then he nearly had an aneurism when warm lips were pressed to his abdomen. He sucked in air violently through his nose, chanting to himself, Crazy Father, Grimmjow, crazy Espada, naked, in my bed… He finally managed a strangled,

“I don’t think this—” as second kiss, this one placed a little higher cut him short once again with a gasp and now he was completely at a loss. Strong fingers were curling comfortably into the material of his pajama pants and the red head should really hit the bastard for such familiarity but Grimmjow just sighed against his skin.

“Is it really so bed, Berry?” the Sexta murmured, once again tightening his hold on the teen, a leg curling higher around his thighs and Ichigo paused.

Was it really so bad? Was it?

Well, if anyone caught them, Ichigo would kill after gouging eyes free from sockets but even if the volatile moron was naked (why, he still couldn’t figure out but decided not to think on it or he would give himself a migraine) it was definitely better than having the powerful and psychopathic Espada trying to cut him to ribbons. Yet, shouldn’t it bother him that he felt so comfortable with the blue haired, cat-like Sexta curled around him?

With an explosive sigh of defeat, Ichigo flopped back onto his pillows, trying to ignore the warm slide of skin on skin as Grimmjow shifted to curl around him tighter.

“Don’t call me berry,” he muttered, pretending like he didn’t know one of his hands was sinking into soft, thick teal hair, fingers gently moving against the warm scalp. Grimmjow chuckled, warm breath ghosting over the red head’s stomach.

“Chi, Berry, you like it,” Ichigo growled, though his protest was eased somewhat as a strong, calloused hand twined with his own free one.

“ I hate it, jackass,” he snarled softly, letting himself sink into the heat that was wrapped snuggly around him, allowing his fingers to dance an tangle with Grimmjow’s. It was a good thing today was a Saturday and he didn’t have to get up for school or his father would have already busted down the door.

“Always so charming,” sniggered the Espada as Ichigo felt sleep tugging at him again. He had forgotten that he had never gotten and answer as to why the Sexta was curled around him, wearing nothing but his Hollow hole and the broken mask that was currently pressed into his chest.

“Shut up, Grim,” he muttered, sleep dragging at him, fingers still sifting through teal hair. Then Grimmjow slipped up the bed so they were lying pressed together, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and perhaps he was already dreaming when gentle lips were pressed against his. It felt so nice, he couldn’t barely react, just tightening his hold in soft hair.

“Thanks, Ichi,” The last thing he thought before he slipped back under the thick blanket of sleep was that Grimmjow could indeed purr.

~Owari~

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2009-08-16T22:50:08Z

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Where did all the sunlight go????

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