PREVENTING YOU FROM DYING

Strawberry ice cream with chocolate bits and whipped cream? Sounded fair enough for Grimmjow. The teal-haired arrancar was sitting in an old-fashioned cafe in South Karakura. He was obviously wearing a gigai and human clothes...not that one could call them normal. The man's tight black jeans, black leather jacket and a massive amount of piercings weren't missed by a single person. Grimmjow's light blue hair had been slightly messed up by the sweet summer breeze, since he was sitting on the cafe's terrace. It was a fairly beautiful day in the human world, the June 14th. Summer was in full swing, not that Grimmjow cared about summer or weather. He was in Karakura only to get something what belonged to him and only him. Something with bright orange hair.

Something wet was dripping to Grimmjow's lap. The strawberry ice cream had started to melt, mixing sweet strawberry flavour with dark chocolate and whipped cream. The result was a striped trail of liquid dripping oh-so-sensually on the arrancar's crotch. Grimmjow smirked, he wouldn't bother to wash the dirt off him, someone else was surely willing to use a wet, pink tongue to clean his expensive black jeans. Heh, that certainly sounded like a plan. A nice little visit to his favourite little strawberry couldn't harm anyone or could it?

The arrancar knew exactly where Ichigo Kurosaki, his Strawberry, lived. In these four past months, the Hollow had spent at least every second night watching his property sleep. Kurosaki probably didn't know how beautiful he was while sleeping, that innocent face all relaxed and mouth formed in an 'o' shape. Some nights, when Grimmjow got lucky, the 15-year-old would even drool in his sleep. Grimmjow didn't know anything more adorable. The arrancar didn't know how a fairly muscular boy with an uncontrollable rage and a permanent frown, could be adorable. But the truth was that he could...Ichigo was adorable in all ways, even while being angry. This night wouldn't be much different from the others, Grimmjow would enter Ichigo's room and sit by his bed all night, staring at the sleeping boy. The Hollow never complained because of the silence, and the fact that he had to sit in the same position seven to nine hours. In these past four months Grimmjow's heart had formed feeling for the boy, and since wathing his strawberry form the behind was his only option, he accepted it.

Sliding the window open and landing on Ichigos chair, Grimmjow was ready for another silent night. The boy was asleep as usually and quietly snoring. Since it had been a sunny day, the night sky was bright too. The full moon shone through Ichigo's window, flashing its pale light on the boy's bed. His Ichigo was surrounded by a halo of moonlight and the light made him look like an angel. The arrancar bent down to brush his cheek, caressing Ichigo's face gently, so the boy wouldn't notice. It was hard to let go of the boy and stop touching those lovely red-shaded cheeks. Something pounded in the silence, and it was Grimmjow's heart.

Hours went by until Ichigo's old alarm clock showed 3 a.m. Grimmjow hadn't slept one moment that night, he spent all of his time savouring the image of Ichigo, watching him breath and turn around in his sleep. Heck, it was making the Sexta Espada very horny. Not that it didn't turn him on the other nights too...but during these past three hours, Ichigo had tossed around in his sleep more than ever. The way Ichigo's body moved while turning around, thin layer of sheet sticking to his butt cheeks and showing the boy's butt through the layers. Ah, Grimmjow loved thin sheets and warm nights. Ichigo was sweating and slightly panting, drops of sweat rolling down on his face and arms. That damned brat didn't realize what kind of sex god he was while sleeping. Sadly the entertaining 'tossing around' – show was over and the boy was buried under the sheets once again. This position had a reward too, an adorable snore could be heard and drool was dripping from the strawberry's mouth. Grimmjow grinned as he saw a faint tint of pink creep onto Ichigo's cheeks.

"Ah..." Grimmjow flinched and awoke from his fantasies (which were dirty and involved a certain strawberry~). Ichigo was moaning in his sleep, face in a light frown and hands gripping on the sheets. A heavy blush covered the boy's cheeks as he started to move inside the sheets. Grimmjow watched the boy lay on his stomach and it was almost as if Ichigo was rubbing himself against his mattress. A few more moans escaped Ichigo's mouth as the boy grinded harder against his bed. It was almost as if he was aroused..Wait, it could be possible that the boy was aroused. The way he rubbed himself against the closest hard object, and how sensually he moved his hips and body as he rubbed his front. Little Ichigo was having a hard-on, Grimmjow smirked.

"You're lucky that I'm here to give you a helping hand...my strawberry."

Grimmjow couldn't hold back his desire anymore. Watching Ichigo have a sexual dream and clearly having a hard-on because of that was too much for his control. Ichigo's virginity was gone this night and nothing could stop that. The arrancar shifted close to the boy, looking at his flushed and aroused face. Grimmjow leaned in to kiss Ichigo. The kiss was gentle first, but it became deeper and more desperate. The arrancar slipped his tongue inside Ichigo's mouth, slowly exploring its every cavern. Ichigo didn't kiss him back, the boy was like ice in his hands, not moving at all. The Sexta Espada broke their first kiss and began trailing soft kisses on Ichigo's jaw, throat and face. His strawberry flinched every time Grimmjow licked his jaw and let out a small moan. That certain spot was his weak point, Grimmjow was sure to take advantage of that fact.

Ichigo wasn't yet awake since he accepted Grimmjow's touch. The said man was licking Ichigo's neck in long, wet strokes. A few love bites had appeared on the pure white neck, claiming the boy as his. Grimmjow unbuttoned the teen's shirt and revealed the toned chest. He could see Ichigo shivering as he bent down to lick one pink nipple. Grimmjow swirled his tongue around it and bit the tiny piece of pink flesh. The nipples were already erect, waiting for someone to touch them. The arrancar shifted a bit to reach the left nipple. As his teeth bit down on the nipple, the boy awoke. Grimmjow lifted his head to see a really angry-looking teen staring at him with an interesting expression. Ichigo pushed Grimmjow off him and with a quick movement, covered himself completely with the sheets. A heavy blush crept on the boy's face once again. Ichigo was shivering.

"Y-you! What do you think you're doing?!! What gives you the right to barge into my room in the middle of the night and..and MOLEST me?!!", Ichigo's pout looked so downright sexy and cute.

"Am I not allowed to meet my favourite strawberry? Ne, Ichigo?" Grimmjow smirked at Ichigo, moving closer to the boy. Ichigo was clearly out of his mind and had lost his words. Grimmjow pushed Ichigo down on the bed, pinning him by the arms. The man was hovering over the boy, faces merely inches apart. The arrancar's hand started to trail down on the teen's body,

"Since you are so hard and aroused down HERE", Grimmjow slipped his hand inside Ichigo's boxers and cupped his rock-hard member, "I decided to be nice and do you a favour, by helping you get rid of your hard-on. Isn't that nice, my dear?" Grimmjow rubbed his hand against the throbbing member and let out an evil laugh as he saw Ichigo's horrified expression. The boy was trembling. Lowering his head and grasping the sheets as tightly as possible, Ichigo found the strenght to speak.

"It's not funny...it's not funny. IT'S NOT FUNNY!!" The teen hit Grimmjow as painfully as possible. Ichigo was trembling even worse when he stood up. Grimmjow looked at Ichigo, Ichigo looked at Grimmjow and neither of them could say anything. Ichigo opened his mouth to say something but couldn't manage to say anything. When the boy turned around and took a few steps towards the door, Grimmjow could see few tears in his eyes. Before Ichigo left the room, he whispered a few words. Grimmjow wasn't supposed to hear them, but he did.

Those words were:

"I've been raped...please don't repeat it."