You Don't Know

by

Mistress Abarai

It's been a while since I've last updated and I apologize. I've had so much school work it's been crazy. But I'm happy I was able to squeeze out a fic :3

GrimmxIchi

Yaoi: Don't like don't read.

I don't own anything.

This was written at like 4 a.m. so have some sympathy xD Not beta-read

Enjoy!

Carefully, Ichigo lay back against the coolness of the smooth, wine-red satin pillows of the bed. His eyes closed gently in slow anticipation as he felt his lover's hands embrace his, feeling the warmth of the other's body heating him. Fear and ecstasy clashed inside of Ichigo, his conscious still arguing that this was what he wanted, but that it was wrong. Why might his mind say it was wrong? It was because Ichigo's significant other was in fact, a male. Opening his eyes only slightly, the teenager gazed into shining, clear blue eyes that were filled with a crazed lust, but hidden deep beneath it, was undying love and compassing, blazing like a wildfire. Ichigo's conflicted heart raced faster than he thought possible, his arms holding his partner tighter. Their naked bodies were entangled, but not entirely one. That part had not been held the highest of Ichigo's priorities at the moment. He sighed, indecisiveness robbing him of words to say, and turned his away, hoping his lover wouldn't see the pain shown on his face. The older male who lay ontop of him kissed the junction of Ichigo's shoulder and neck with sweet consolation as he whispered softly.

"Ichigo, please don't be this way. You said you were finally ready didn't you?" Silence was Ichigo's response, then with another pained sigh, he spoke.

"Grimmjow, I know I said that, but maybe I'm just not ready yet…" His timid voice trailed off, embarassement now replacing his fear. Shifting his body, his unknowingly pressing his penis onto Grimmjow's, drawing a soft gasp from the blue-haired arrancar. As the quick feeling of pleasure passed, Grimmjow tried reasoning with Ichigo.

"Okay, I understand that… But can we at least try?"

"Won't it hurt though…?" Ichigo asked.

"It might, but I promise I'll be gentle, Ichigo. Really." The aquamarine-haired man kissed Ichigo's chest softly.

"Grimmjow, I'm sure you've said that with all of your other boyfriends." Stated Ichigo, a bit annoyed at Grimmjow's lack of compassion.

"No, Ichigo."

"Huh?"

"You've different, Ichi. You're beautiful, smart, strong, inconveniently short-tempered, but that just makes me love you more. I want this to be the best night of your life, Ichigo, I love you and I would never, ever hurt you." Grimmjow's sincere confession caught Ichigo by total surprise; his eye's going wide with shock.

"You-you don't mean that." He stammered.

"Why in the world would I lie to you, Ichigo?"

"Because you just want to screw me, that's why." Too often, Ichigo had fallen victim to many counts of sexual harassment by other men, so he was more than skeptical about Grimmjow's hidden motives. However, Grimmjow shook his head slowly, denying Ichigo.

"If I would have wanted to do that, then I would have long ago… But Ichigo, it's been two years, damn it! How can I wait any longer?" Grimmjow's once quiet, understanding tone had left, his anxiety clearly evident in his voice. He just couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that the man he was madly in love with for already two years now still did not want to go to that next level of their relationship.

"You know what?" He turned his body away from Ichigo, "I won't bother you about it anymore, forget I asked…" The feeling of guilt slammed into Ichigo like a runaway freight train. He didn't realize how hurt and let down Grimmjow was, and he began to hate himself for being such a selfish ass.

"Grimmjow…"

"What."

"I… I'm sorry. I didn't know you felt that way. I'm an idiot for being so stupid and naïve. Don't hate me, please." Ichigo reached over Grimmjow's waist, stroking his chest then let his hand wander down and finger Grimmjow's navel.

"Ichigo, the moment I turn around, there's no begging for me to stop. I can't wait any longer…"

"Ignore me if I do, I'll let you do everything, okay?" Ichigo pushed his reluctance aside and let down his defenses…

Immediately, Grimmjow pinned Ichigo in his back, viscously kissing his lips and groping his body hungrily.

"Ahh… ah Grimmjow, ohh…" Soon, Ichigo's neck was covered with love bites and deep kisses, his body instantly reacting to the strange sensations they gave him. Spreading Ichigo's legs wide, Grimmjow ground his cock against Ichigo's, causing his boyfriend to moan loudly at the lovely, lovely, friction that was created. Arching his back, Ichigo forced out a semi-complete sentence between sighs.

"Y-you said… Gent…le…" Groaning at that truth, Grimmjow's motions slowed, much to Ichigo's relief.

"I've got a special thing for you." Teased Grimmjow.

"Wha—ah! Damn that's fucking cold, what the hell!" Held loosely between Grimmjow's thumb and index finger was a rounded cube of ice that he held on Ichigo's pink nipple. Grinning slyly, Grimmjow's bright azure eyes flicked up at Ichigo then back down again, resuming his action of pushing the slowly melting ice cube around the nipple. At first, Ichigo wanted to scream where in the world Grimmjow got ice from, but then as he came to enjoy the extreme sensation, he wanted to moan and moan for much more.

"Ah so you like this…" cooed Grimmjow. While licking and kissing Ichigo's other nipple, Grimmjow rand his free hand along side of the orange-haired teen's slender body. Ichigo hissed sharply as Grimmjow bit down on his nipple and pressed the cube harder onto his other. Paying no mind, Grimmjow slide the ice down to Ichigo's navel and left it there to melt, creating a small pool of water. With one last bite, Grimmjow kissed an invisible trail along Ichigo's abdomen, and upon arriving at the little pool of water, Grimmjow stuck out his tongue and sucked up the water languidly.

"Nnn, Grimm… Hnnn…"

"Not yet, Ichi, I've something else." Said Grimmjow excitedly. He sat up and leaned over the side of the bed, and came back up with a small hand lighter and a medium-sized black candle stick.

"The hell are you gonna do with that?" Ichigo wondered aloud. He didn't think a candle could possibly have an appropriate role in sex.

"Watch." replied Grimmjow. Holding the candle just above Ichigo's collarbone, he light the end of the candle and kept the flame going until hot, sticky wax formed and dripped onto Ichigo's skin. Ichigo, of course, protested, but Grimmjow hushed him and continued to burn the candle and let the little, shiny ebony balls of wax fall and cool into brittle shells. Ichigo's mind ran rampant with so many indescribable feelings, the bitter cold of the ice now masked by the strong heat of the wax. It was all so strange but so amazing, Ichigo didn't know what to do with himself. He had long since had an erection, but it grew painful after time passed, but he had no knowledge of how to be relived of it. Ichigo was no stranger to masturbation, but this time, he needed some other kind of release…

"Grimmjow, I need…"

"Don't yell, alright?"

"Bu—haahh! Grimmjow, it hurts, it hurts, stop!" Without warning Grimmjow had penetrated Ichigo in one fluid motion.

"You said you'd be gentle you damn liar!" cried Ichigo.

"Ichi, forgive me, but I can't hold back. You can hate me later, but now just try to enjoy this." The bed creaked and shook from Grimmjow's deep thrusts and no matter how hard Ichigo tried to, he couldn't hold back his own body from its true instincts. As if on their own, Ichigo's hips began moving back and forth in time with Grimmjow's movements, the mind-blowing ecstasy and pleasure building and setting both of their bodies aflame with a lust-driven fire.

"Hnng… Ichigo, ahh, you're so… mmm…"

"Oh, Grmm… Nnn… more, ahhn… hah…" Their voices climbed in volume as that critical moment approached, their grinding a thrusting becoming less in sync and more erratic.

"I'm gonna… Grimmjow…"

"Ichi… mmm, ahh…" Faster and faster and faster they breathed. Harder and farther and stronger they fucked, eyes rolling back and sweat falling, it was only a split second away… Then like a volcano erupting, they moaned and cried out, coming vigorously. Ichigo continued to move, drawing out his orgasm until his body finally gave way to exhaustion, and fell back against the sheets, Grimmjow following soon after.

I am, as hard as it is to believe, glad I agreed to have sex with Grimmjow. Sex isn't just a physical act that brings amazing satisfaction, but it's when you're stripped of all your defenses, armor, everything, and you give your true self to that one person you love… I can return his feeling that he has for me now that we've had sex. I still may be angry that my ass hurts like hell, but I don't give a shit at this point. He's mine, and I'm his. No matter how cheesy that sounds.

Please review! I know this might not have been the best but please tell me your thoughts! Arigato :3