So this is the second and final chapter of Human. Enjoy!

Chapter 2

It had been late on a Saturday afternoon when the doorbell rang. Dad was out of town for the week, and Yuzu and Karin were staying with their friends for the weekend. I didn't mind having the house to myself, if anything; I kind of liked it now and then. I had just about gotten down the stairs when the doorbell rang again. Thinking nothing of it, I walked towards the door; my fingers rested gently on the brass doorknob before I opened the door slightly. I couldn't help but smile and open the door further ajar.

"What's with the occasion?" I grinned as I caught sight of the person who stood in the doorway at least a meter or so away from me.

"I met Rukia downtown, she said to come over" Grimmjow grinned. I found myself smile more; I couldn't exactly turn him away. If anything, his timing couldn't have been better. I was bored to the point where I would have picked up the phone and asked if he wanted to come over and play video games or something. It saved me the trouble of having to deal with any nerves that I may have had. Yeah, since I had met Grimmjow well over three months ago now, something felt different to me. At first, I hadn't noticed the way his bright blue hair looked different in different lights. At sunrise and sunset, it would look darker, but in the afternoon, it would look light and airy; but now, I somehow came to like it. The way his smile was usually large and Cheshire cat-like was another factor that I had only just picked up on recently and the way he called me 'Ichi' had somehow become infectious, almost to the point where it became his permanent nickname for me. At first, it was annoying, but it now felt like we had been friends for years. Needless to say, I felt comfortable and whole whenever I was with Grimmjow. "So, are you going to let me in or not?" he asked and leant in towards me a little.

"uh...sure" I just about said as I snapped out of my stupor. I let the doorknob slip between my fingers as I turned my back towards him, just for a minute. I heard Grimmjow's footsteps enter the house shortly followed by the door shutting on its hinges. I needed to compose myself. I felt my cheeks burn bright red, and normally, I would have said that it was the heat getting to me. But now? Now, I wasn't sure as to what it was. We were friends, fine, but I would be lying if I said that I didn't want a little bit more from our relationship. I led Grimmjow further into the house quietly. It hadn't been the first time he came over, but even still, this visit seemed to hide some ulterior motive. "So, aside from bumping into Rukia, what's the real reason for you to visit on a Saturday afternoon? I mean, don't you have work or something?" I slowly asked and took a seat at the kitchen table. I couldn't help but be curious. Normally, for Grimmjow, it would be after school, but on a weekend? To say that it was a bit out of the ordinary, was an understatement.

"I gave you the real reason. What more do you want?" Grimmjow asked and raised an eyebrow towards me. I scoffed a little. There's several things I want, but if I told you, you'd laugh. If I did tell you that I loved you, what would you do? What would you say? My knee wouldn't stay still; I was nervous. The look Grimmjow gave me was one that combined worry with curiosity. I couldn't help but look at his lips as my mind went into overdrive. Say something, goddammit! Tell him the truth! You've held it in for long enough, so let him know! So what if he doesn't reciprocate the feelings I have? It doesn't matter, it won't matter! Not in the end anyway. It would only kill him if I told him.

"Do you want some coffee?" I asked, hoping to change the subject slightly. I stood up swiftly and hurried into the kitchen before I could hear Grimmjow's reply. What's wrong with you? Get a grip already! He's just a friend? So why is my heart beating so loud I'm scared he will hear it? What if he did? How do I explain that one? I can't lie to him, and I can't pretend that everything's alright. It will only kill him if I told him, I thought as the water from the faucet filled the kettle. I remained silent for what felt like a lifetime, and even more so when two mugs were filled with instant coffee powder. It didn't take a genius to work out that my mindset was in turmoil, and it wasn't hard to understand what had made me this way either. Just as the kettle had boiled, I could feel a pair of strong hands wrap themselves around my waist. His hands, Grimmjow's. I froze in the split second, unable to move a single inch.

"What's up with you, Ichigo?" he asked. I hung onto every word that he said. It had been the first time in a long time that he had called me by my given name. Somewhere, deep down, it felt reassuring. So did his arms around my waist. I wasn't sure if it was the words he had spoken, the voice he had used, the way the pair of us stayed fixed in time or the way he smelt like blueberry shampoo, but something about him had gotten to me. In more ways than one. His eyes met mine; I couldn't help but notice how they looked so piercingly attractive, but they were also filled with so much worry. It made me feel a little dejected, and I wanted to look away. I couldn't shake the voice of my inner turmoil. I knew that I was arguing with myself; part of me told me to go for it, but another part of me, the hesitant side of me, told me not to, in fear of rejection. No matter which way you look at it, humans, as a whole, hate being rejected.

"N...nothing's wrong. I'm fine" I lied and looked away. I was terrified; I was breaking his heart by not telling him the truth. I couldn't. The truth would only haunt him like the plague, and soon, it would kill him without him even realising it. I would easily give up everything I have, if it meant seeing him smile the way he does, right now. After all, it was one of the many things I love about him.

"Look at me" he said, his voice became authoritative. His usual deep, rough baritone was filled with concern and his words sounded demanding. I remained quiet but didn't look in his direction. If I did, I knew that it would be the end. Game over. "Look at me" he insisted, his voice, a little louder than before but still authoritative. Just like before. His hands, they're trembling, or is it my body? My breath had instantly become quickened, like I was in desperate need of air, but I could feel the urge to cry start to swell up inside of me. I bit my tongue, hoping it would swallow down the sound of tears in my voice. I can't! I can't lie to him; it's killing him, and me! Why am I such a screw-up? I can't tell him, but I can't lie to him. All I'm doing is saving myself; I can't do anything else. I don't know how to do anything else, aside from saving myself. I want to be with him, but I can't tell him how I feel towards him. My heartbeat quickened in time with my need for air, until I felt my heart hammer against my chest like an impatient stallion's hooves against the dusty plain. I lost it. Tears started to run freely down my cheeks, stinging them and falling with a lack of grace down to the floor, dispersing themselves into several smaller puddles after the initial contact of the laminate flooring. I snapped my head to face him. I had given up; I didn't know how long I could play the game. I lost it all, my composure, my self-worth, my pride. All for Grimmjow. "Ichigo, what's wrong?" Grimmjow asked in shock, his hands left my waist and dropped down to his sides.

"What's wrong is that I shouldn't feel like this. It pisses me off. We're friends, and yet, I want more. I hate myself for being this way. All I can do is save myself; it's not fair on you to let you suffer in the dark. I shouldn't feel like this, but I do. I can't keep it together. I can't do it anymore, not to you. I couldn't tell you because I knew it would only kill you in the end" I lost it, right there and then. I didn't care; I had given up caring about how I looked a long time ago. I was in love with Grimmjow, and because of me not coming clear to myself, he was suffering. I despised myself more than I thought was physically possible. I wiped the tears from my eyes harshly; I wanted to hide. I felt so ashamed of myself. The tears began to fall freely more and more as I hid my watery eyes from him with the back of my hand.

"What do you mean 'you couldn't tell me'?" Grimmjow leant in closer and pulled the back of my hand gently away from my eyes.

"I couldn't tell you that I...that I love you" I said quietly, my cheeks felt like they were on fire and I looked away. I knew that I would have cried more if I had the energy to. It was over. I screwed up. It was over, no, it was over from the minute I met Grimmjow. And yet, I couldn't bring myself to hate him. Not in the slightest. I soon felt Grimmjow's hand pull me close to his body, and it didn't take long before his arms wrapped themselves in a reassuring embrace around my pathetic being. My eyes widened hysterically and I was about to protest before I heard Grimmjow sigh softly once.

"Listen. You shouldn't have to deal with something like that on your own. I knew from the get-go, from the minute I first saw you, you were for me. I'm an idiot of making you suffer alone, and I wanted to tell you but I was too scared to. I thought that you would point and laugh at me if I told you how I really felt towards you, so I didn't. I'm sorry for making you suffer, but I really appreciate you telling me that you love me. It makes me feel happy. You make me happy" Grimmjow spoke so quietly, almost to the point where it was barely louder than a whisper. I hung onto every word he said, and I felt myself bury my head into his chest. My eyes, closed at that point. I wanted to cry softly into him, but what stopped me was when one of his hands reached up to my jawline. His fingertips rested gently on it as he gently leant my head upwards before he claimed my lips. My waterlogged eyes widened comically as his tongue glided over my bottom lip, subtlely asking for entry. I think, because of the suddenness of the kiss, it made me open my mouth slightly, allowing his tongue to slip in. It felt so good, it had been something that I craved for and after all this time, it was finally happened. My eyes gently fluttered closed; I needed to feel every bit of him. I brought my hands to his chest, threading my fingertips into the fabric of his black shirt. I wanted more, I craved for more. A few minutes passed quickly and before I knew it, Grimmjow had managed to carry me up the stairs, kick open my bedroom door, walked the few meters into the room before dumping me unceremoniously onto the bed. He then turned and walked towards the open door, and when the door was shut tight against its hinges, it sealed both Grimmjow and I in the shadows of the room.

"Grimm, we don't have to..." I quickly began. It had been the first time I called him something else beside his full name, and before I could say anything else, his lips attacked mine in a fierce but passionate kiss. I hummed against his lips as his hands moved down towards the hem of my shirt. He made sure to run his fingertips up along my chest as he peeled the shirt off of me before throwing the offended item of clothing over his shoulder, not caring where it landed. I moaned a little as his fingertips ran down my chest and ghosted over my nipples. Damn tease. If he kept that up, I would cum before long. His lips left my own, only to make their way to the shell of my ear. His teeth grazed against it before gently nipping at the sensitive flesh. A jolt of pleasure went down my spine, and the feeling of wanting more was something that I longed for. I needed to feel more of him. His breath soon infiltrated my ear, causing more jolts of pleasure to course throughout my body and the occasional breathy moans to escape my parted lips.

His hands quickly roamed over my body, causing my breath to hitch every now and then, only to silence completely when his hands finally landed on my belt. Carefully, as if I was made out of porcelain, he undid the belt whilst his teeth nipped and grazed the shell of my ear. Just as his hands travelled towards the button of my jeans and the zip, his mouth moved towards my own, claiming it for the third time that day, as if to distract me from what his hands were doing. I was so lost in the moment that I didn't realise that he had managed to pull my jeans little by little off of me. His fingers grazed against the base of my half-hardened erection and I hissed in pleasure. Damn tease, testing me out like that. By the time my jeans pooled around my ankles, Grimmjow made no hesitation to rip them off of me, along with his own shirt, and throw both items of clothing onto the floor. He was toned to perfection and the natural light hit his tanned complexion in such a way that made my erection twitch in excitement.

"You like what you see?" Grimmjow smirked before he leant close to me and placed open aired kisses down my chest. As he did, his hands found their way to my nipples and I moaned in ecstasy as Grimmjow tweaked them with the smallest amount of pressure. It was slowly getting all too much for me. If he doesn't hurry up, I'll cum just from his touch. Hurry up, goddammit! Quit teasing me and fuck me already. I shuddered as he pinched my nipples with more pressure at that instant, twisting them in a way that was painfully pleasurable, almost to the point where it should have been illegal. Heck, anything that Grimmjow did should be illegal. Grimmjow looked up to see me writhe beneath him in such a pleasurable torture.

"Ju...just hurry up and ahh..." I moaned, a little too loudly as the jolt of pleasure ricocheted through my system when he twisted my nipples and rolled them in his fingers. I didn't know how much more of it I could take, and before I could speak in coherent sentences, he had managed to turn my brain to mush once again as his tongue danced lightly yet lazily on one of the hardened buds before his teeth grazed against it. That simple action sent more jolts of pleasurable torture to trickle down my spine. How much more can I take? Can't he just hurry up? Why's he being like this? Is he scared to hurt me? My eyes finally met his, and Grimmjow backed away slowly. I propped myself up on the bed by my elbows as he fished around on the floor, in search for something. It turned out to be my belt, and I soon felt my body being pushed into the mattress. I was about to protest when Grimmjow cupped both of my hands and brought them above my head. He simply smiled once before he began to tie my hands to the wrought headboard of the bed with the belt before he could continue with his ministrations. His hands made quick, effortless work in ridding my boxers and before long; I lay naked, tied to the bed with Grimmjow hovering above me.

"You really are sexy" he smiled gently before his hand ghosted over my erection. I gasped instinctively from his touch as it glided along my shaft, from the base to the tip. It was the first time he had made a comment about my body and it made feel ecstatic to hear that come from him, the man I loved. His hand began to pump me at a slow yet agonising pace. This is torture. Pure, sweet, lust-filled torture. Hurry up, or I won't make it!

"Ke...ep that up...and nngh, I'll...ahhh, Grimm..." I moaned in bliss, and before long, his hand had thrust open the bedside cabinet that stood proudly next to the bed and as I looked over in that direction, his hand had dived into it. The look on his face lit up like a little kid's at Christmas as he pulled out a small bottle of scented lube. He popped the cap of the bottle and generously poured the liquid onto three of his fingers before he placed the bottle on the top of the cabinet. He then quickly kissed me, as if to distract me from his first finger circling the tight muscle before sliding it in. I gasped into the kiss and my eyes began to tear up from the initial pain that had come with the intrusion of his finger inside of me. The sensation was foreign and unlike any other, yet it felt so good and right when Grimmjow did it. The finger continued to explore my insides and I couldn't help but squirm as it dove deeper into me. A second finger was quickly added and the foreign sensation grew slightly. It hurt like hell, but I think the majority of it was a pleasurable amount of pain, and because it was Grimmjow who was making me like this, it didn't feel as bad as I thought it would. His fingers grazed my prostate as they stretched me in a scissoring motion; I shuddered and let out a breathy gasp. If he continued to torture me like this, I would cum in next to no time. The third and final finger slowly entered past the circle of muscle and it didn't take Grimmjow long to make me precum.

His fingers soon left me; it made me feel empty but as I watched him rid himself of his jeans and boxers, I couldn't help but lick my lips hungrily and reflexively. As I looked at him now in the natural light, it had made my cock twitch in excitement; I knew he was hot, but I didn't think he'd be a sex god type of hot. He crawled in between my legs sexily before he looked me straight in the eyes. Both his and my own eyes were half lidded and filled with raw, unadulterated lust, and before I could say anything, he slid into me. Almost like how an eagle swoops in for the kill.

"B...bastard, nngh, I need to...adju...ahhh" I moaned shamelessly as Grimmjow slid all the way into me. Sure, I had had the few girlfriends, but this was my first time with a man. It felt so good, yet something like that should be illegal if Grimmjow's doing it. My body arched forward; to say that I was lost in the moment was an understatement. Was it because I had wanted this for so long, or was it because Grimmjow was doing this to me? Was it because Grimmjow was with me right now?

"You ready now?" Grimmjow grunted, his breath caught onto my skin like a light fire and lingered there, as if his very words and voice were the flames themselves. Before I could nod, he pulled out slightly only to then rock into me, applying a little more force than before. I was reduced to wanton mewls and moans within seconds; I could barely make out a coherent sentence. The pace we were going at was slow and gentle at first, but as soon as I adjusted to his size, Grimmjow picked up the pace, thrusting into me with every bit of spare energy that he had. I rocked against him; our hips meeting every single time in synch. Something about him, about Grimmjow, made me feel so good.

"nngh...don't know how...ahh... I'm going...nna...nngh" I just about said before Grimmjow slammed into me with everything he had, his cock brushed against my prostate with such precision and intensity. I didn't know how long I could hold it back, but it didn't take long for Grimmjow's breath to infiltrate my ear.

"Cum for me then" his words flew into my ear. I shuddered as he continued to thrust into me at such a speed that even I thought was physically inhuman. I guess, in a way, that's what made the whole thing human. It was pure animalistic instinct that we had acted on, and Grimmjow did it in such a way that he should have been charged guilty for being so undeniably sexy, even at a time like this. Just as he had spoken, I came. I felt the back of my head buried itself into the pillow as my body arched itself off of the bed involuntarily. It took me a while to get over my high, and at the same time, Grimmjow made quick work in thrusting into me a couple of times before he too came deep within me, grunting low in his chest as he did.

I listened to his harsh breathing, and I soon felt a soft, gentle smile grow on my face. I loved how our breaths intermingled, how we intermingled. He slowly pulled out of me and quickly loosened the belt from the headboard, allowing my wrists to slip freely out of its restricting binder, as if I were a prison being set free from handcuffs and chains. Grimmjow then pulled me close to him as he lay beside me.

"That was the best sex I've ever had" he said quietly, his face lit up as he spoke.

"Was that because you're a sex god or because it was with me?" I joked lightly before I offered him a gentle smile.

"Both, I guess. More the second one, though" he grinned like a Cheshire cat before he pulled me closer to him. I didn't think it was possible, but he managed to do it somehow. His lips drew close to my ear. "I love you, Ichi" he whispered with a smile that I had grown to love. I held him close to me and sighed heavily.

"I love you too, Grimm" I smiled, mainly to myself. This guy was just what I needed; Grimmjow was perfectly imperfect in every way.

So, that was Human. Until next time.