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Underneath It All	By : Raceysama Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 4160 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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CHAPTER 11: THE OPENING PART ONE
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XOXOXOXO
Karakura Town
August 2008
"Yes! Grimm, I'm coming!"
"Good."
Ichigo rolled his eyes, as he snapped his cell phone shut. God, Grimmjow was such a baby. He'd told the man, over and over again, that he would be there to meet his father with him at Las Noches's grand opening, and still he worried.
Shaking his head, Ichigo glanced at the clock on the wall. He still had an hour to spare before Grimmjow cut the ribbon at the entrance of his new establishment, but with the way his old man was dragging his fucking feet, they would be late.
"OI! Put some pep in it, eh?" Ichigo hollered up the stairs. There was a loud thump, and a bunch of shuffling, before Isshin appeared at the top of the stairs, tugging at the collar of a white button-up. Black slacks, and black square-toed, leather dress shoes completed the goofy man's ensemble, and Ichigo had to admit that his father actually looked good. "How do I look, son?"
"Ya clean up pretty nicely, Dad," he answered. Isshin launched himself down the stairs, startling the hell out of Ichigo, as he embraced him tightly.
"My darling son! You've finally found a boyfriend that you want to introduce to your proud Papa!" the older man wailed. Ichigo elbowed him in the chest, making him stumble backwards. "Eh-heh, such a powerful elbow thrust! I've taught you well, Ichigo!"
"Baka yarou! If you act like this at the club, I'll kill you!"
"Uwah! Masakiiiiiii! Ichi-"
"Be quiet already!" Ichigo snapped, thoroughly exasperated. "Let's go! You've wasted enough time!"
"Yes, my son!"
Isshin shuffled to the kitchen, where Ichigo's twin sisters, Yuzu and Karin, were seated at the table. Tatsuki stood in front of the sink, sipping a glass of juice, smiling broadly.
"Gosh, Ichigo, I still can't believe the two of you are dating! It's like...FINALLY, ya know?" she gushed, making Ichigo blush furiously.
"Yeah, it's still kind of surreal."
"I bet! Well, good luck with tonight, and don't do anything I wouldn't," she said with sly wink.
"Onii-chan, when are we going to meet your boyfriend?" Yuzu asked, her soft voice so innocent.
"Yeah, Ichi-nii, how come Goat Face gets to meet 'im first?" Karin added, her voice rather sullen and aggressive. Ichigo sighed, and scrubbed a hand over his face.
"I'll bring him by sometime this week to meet you guys, ok? Tonight's just for adults," he responded, hoping that would pacify them for the moment.
"...So why does Goat Face get to go?" Karin asked, a deadpan expression settling over her young features.
Ichigo couldn't hold back the laugh that bubbled up from his chest, causing Tatsuki to join in. Isshin pouted as he stooped to kiss Yuzu on the forehead. He went to repeat the loving gesture with Karin, but was swatted away. She couldn't hide her brilliant blush, though.
"Karin, don't be that way with Papa!" his old man cried in dismay.
"Just go, before you make Ichi-nii late!" she snapped.
"Have fun, onii-chan!" Yuzu exclaimed.
"Yeah, have fun, Ichigo," Tatsuki added, a devilish gleam in her dark eyes. Ichigo rolled his eyes, a smirk pulling at his lips.
"Whatever, Karate Kid," he muttered. "C'mon, Dad."
"Good night, my darling daughters! Papa will be back later!"
Ichigo moved to the front door, deciding to forego the white hoodie he'd brought along, in case the temperature dropped. So far, the air was still warm and comfortable. Summer was in its last stages, making the evening a nice one, and not swelteringly hot. His royal blue, long-sleeved t-shirt and stone-washed blue jeans, over a pair of royal blue and white high-top Nike Air Force One sneakers would be more than enough to keep him warm.
Isshin practically skipped along behind him, as they headed for the old, family van. Once they were settled inside, and safely buckled up, Isshin pulled out of the driveway, and they headed for the club. Ichigo's hands began to sweat at the prospect of meeting Grimmjow's father. Would the man like him? Or would he disapprove? Ichigo could only hope and pray that he made a good impression. He could tell Grimmjow was really close to his old man, and he wanted to get on his good side.
Grimmjow had no idea that Ichigo was bringing his own father along, since he wanted to surprise him. Ichigo glanced at a humming, overly cheerful Isshin, and grimaced slightly. Grimmjow would be surprised alright.
XOXOXOXO
"Yer so nervous, Blue," Nnoitra commented with a smirk.
"Fuck you, Bandana Boy," Grimmjow snapped in response. "I'm introducin' Ichi to Pop tonight."
"So? Yer old man's cool with you bein' with a guy, ain't he?"
"Yeah, but-"
"But nothin'. Stop fuckin' worryin' 'bout dumb shit. S'long as yer happy, old man Blue is happy."
Grimmjow gave a lop-sided grin at his normally crude friend's spurt of wisdom. For someone so rough and tumble, Nnoitra was pretty fucking smart.
The tall, raven-haired man had been there with tiny smidgens of advice and insight whenever Grimmjow had been feeling down, or just needed to talk. Which was why he was one of his best friends.
They were currently seated at the bar of his yet-to-be-opened club, Nnoitra nursing a shot of tequila, and Grimmjow sipping from a bottle of water. Nnoitra had on a gray hoodie over a white t-shirt, light-blue jeans and a pair of high-top gray, blue and white Nike Dunks.
Yor sat beside him, face expressionless, but wide emerald-green eyes bright and almost excited. He was wearing a black, v-neck t-shirt, black, skinny jeans with a white belt, and black and white high-top Converse sneakers. He was sipping a mixture of Hennessy and orange juice.
"So, are ya gonna go through with what ya asked us about?" Nnoitra broke the comfortable silence. A bright blush dusted Grimmjow's cheeks as he recalled exactly what his skinny friend was talking about.
XOXOXOXO
Karakura Town
One Week Ago
Grimmjow couldn't believe he was here, having this conversation with his two best friends, considered more as brothers, but Ichigo had been patient enough with him, and he was ready to take things up a notch in their relationship. Not to mention, he was tired of being horny as fuck, but hesitant to move forward for fear of doing the wrong thing.
Hell, he'd never been with a man before, so, as expected, there were some things he didn't know about. Which was why he was at Nnoitra's and Ulquiorra's place at eleven o'clock at night. He was here to get answers, as well as tell his friends about his new, completely different relationship.
No, he hadn't told anyone about him being with a guy, although Hirako and Stark knew, which was understandable, considering Hirako was Ichigo's best friend. Grimmjow had been hesitant to tell his friends, only because he knew Nnoitra would tease the shit out of him.
"Well, shit, welcome to the other side a'the fence, Blue," Nnoitra commented, piano-toothed grin firmly in place.
See?
"I'm speechless," Ulquiorra stated quietly from beside his tall lover.
Grimmjow rubbed the back of his neck at his green-eyed best friend's shocked expression. Yor and Nnoitra were seated on a small, black love seat, clad in their nightwear, Nnoi wearing a pair of black pajama pants, and Yor in a pair of green pajama pants.
"What can I say? Shit happens," Grimmjow muttered.
"Is it the orange-haired boy that Shinji-kun is close to? I remember the confrontation you two had that night, resulting in your sudden disappearance," Yor explained, his soft tenor rather reserved, but curious.
Grimmjow nodded his reply, smiling sheepishly the whole while. Nnoitra raised a brow, his expression thoughtful, before he finally parted his lips in shock.
"Him? Oi, ya know how long that kid's liked ya?"
That gave Grimmjow pause. What?
"You knew?" he asked, and he knew his voice was full of incredulity. Nnoitra frowned.
"Ya'd have ta be fuckin' blind not ta see that." Grimmjow scowled deeply, as he rubbed a hand over his leg. "Or straight," his friend corrected, devilishly.
"Ok, so I didn't know! So what? I do now, that's what matters," Grimmjow snapped defensively.
"Ahahaha! Che, touchy, ne?"
"Fuck you, Bandana Boy."
"Yeah, yeah. Well, Blue, as wonderful as this news is," Nnoitra started sarcastically, making Grimmjow glare at him, "ya don't think ya could've waited 'til the morning ta share it?"
"Uh, that's only part of the reason I'm here," he answered nervously. His palms immediately began to sweat, and his knee started bouncing up and down. "Me and Ichi have been together for a few months now, a-and I, I kinda wanna...wanna..." Grimmjow balled up his hands, and pressed his fists against his shut eyes. Fuck, this was going to be harder than he'd thought.
"Ya wanna fuck yer boyfriend, but don't know how?" Nnoitra supplied bluntly, making him blanch.
"Nnoitra, try to have a shred of tact, please," Yor interjected, an amused gleam in his eyes. "What did you need to know, Grimmjow?"
Grimmjow blew out a breath of relief, thanking every star in the sky that Yor was there to make this situation a tiny bit less mortifying.
"I mean, I've got an idea what goes on, a really good idea, but I just don't know how to like...put the shit together!"
Nnoitra cackled mercilessly, while Yor just stayed silent, an elegant black brow raised. Fuck. He'd just made a huge ass of himself, and there was no coming back from that embarrassment.
"Look, just put yerself in yer partner's shoes fer a minute. How would ya want ta be pleased? How would ya want ta be touched, kissed, etcetera, etcetera. Just do that, and ya should be fine. As far as the technical bits, yer berry boy literally screams uke, so yer gonna be-"
"Nnoi!" Yor snapped, before Nnoitra could finish what was sure to be a thoroughly embarrassing statement. "Don't be crass."
"What? It's fuckin' true! That orange head is-"
"Nnoitra."
"Fuck, alright already. Why don't you explain it to him then," Nnoitra muttered sullenly, causing Yor to roll his wide, green eyes, before locking gazes with Grimmjow.
"What this fool is so inadequately trying to explain is...what position you would be more comfortable with. Your boyfriend seems to be an 'uke', or rather the submissive role, meaning you would be the one providing the penetration. That's normally called the 'seme', or the dominant role."
Grimmjow felt faint. This whole situation felt like a high school health class gone totally wrong. Who knew gay sex was so fucking complicated? All these fucking terms and shit were making his head spin. He thought about just leaving and saying forget the whole thing, but then he thought about Ichigo.
He couldn't do that to him.
"A-and then what?" he stuttered. Christ, he was afraid to hear the rest.
"Your partner will need to be prepared before you initiate penetration, in order to make the intercourse pleasurable for him, as well. Usually it's done with your fingers, and you will need lubrication," Yor answered, sounding for all the world like a college professor. And then his words sunk in.
"Are ya sayin' I've gotta...put my fingers...in his ass?" Grimmjow asked very slowly, careful to enunciate each syllable.
"Bwahahahahaha!" Nnoitra roared, leaning over, and clutching his belly, while Yor allowed a small smirk to tease the corners of his mouth.
"It's not as bad as it sounds," his petite friend deadpanned.
Not as bad as it sounds? Not as bad as it-
"Is this a joke?" he asked calmly, not appreciating their sense of humor in the least bit. That question only served to send Nnoitra into another fit of raucous laughter. "Motherfucker, I'm serious!" Grimmjow hissed.
"So are we. Your reaction is just...quite comical, Grimmjow," Yor replied.
Grimmjow stared down at his fingers, as if imagining what was to come, before pushing a hand through his disheveled blue hair. This was ridiculous.
"So, lubrication, and then my fingers. I-Is it the same principle as with women? I mean, what the fuck am I gonna be rootin' around in there for?" he asked, his voice rising a few octaves.
"Ahahaha! Ohhh, MAN! This is good shit!" Nnoitra exclaimed.
"Fuck. You."
"Look, Grimm, all ya need ta know is that ya need lube and the berry boy's gonna need to be prepped before ya go shoving yer-"
"Nnoitra, honestly," Yor reprimanded. "Grimmjow, just do what comes naturally. I'm sure your partner will be willing to help you along with the more difficult parts."
Grimmjow folded his arms across his knees, and leaned forward, hiding his burning red face in the small space provided. Oh, he was so close to hyperventilating, it wasn't even funny. It all sounded so fucking obscene! But...Ichigo deserved to be happy, and it wasn't like Grimmjow was some type of saint.
Whenever they kissed, it was like that terrible situation of having your foot itching, but being unable to scratch it. Shit. He wanted Ichigo. His body literally begged and pleaded with him to take things to the next level, but his fear kept hindering their process. And fuck, his Ichi was being so goddamned patient with him.
Grimmjow made up his mind. He was going to make love to Ichigo, even if it required putting his fingers in his boyfriend's ass.
XOXOXOXO
Karakura Town
Las Noches Grand Opening
August 2008
Grimmjow glanced back at Nnoitra and grinned. He knew the tall fucker expected him to chicken out, but he had a surprise for him. He reached into the back pocket of his dark-blue fitted jeans, and pulled out a small bottle of watermelon-scented lubrication.
"I bought it this morning. I want this," he stated firmly.
Nnoitra gave him a proud smile, before nodding. "Good luck, Blue."
"Good luck with what?" a rich baritone queried from behind.
Grimmjow turned to face his father, expression that of a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar, as he stuffed the small bottle back in his pocket. Alric Jaegerjaques stood at an imposing 6'5", wearing a long-sleeved, purple, silk dress shirt, a black silk tie, black slacks with matching suspenders, and black square-toed dress shoes. His bright blue hair was cut shorter than Grimmjow's, cropped closely to his head, the gray at his temples only accentuating his look.
Laugh lines around his sapphire-blue eyes were only one of the two signs of his age, and Grimmjow had to admit, his Pop wore them well. Alric was puffing on his customary cigar, looking for all the world like a fucking Mob boss.
"Pop! Ya look good for a change, man!" Grimmjow exclaimed, his voice playful.
"Tch, I always look good, what're ya talkin' about?" his old man's deep voice echoed through the empty club. "So, where's your boyfriend, gaki?"
"Not here yet. He should be here soon, though."
Suddenly, there was a loud commotion at the entrance, making Grimmjow frown in confusion. Problems already? He started to stalk forward, adjusting his long-sleeved, gray button-up that he'd left untucked for a casual/preppy look, before Yammy came towards him. The huge man stopped just short of stepping on Grimmjow's all gray, high-top Nike Air Force One sneakers.
"Yo, Grimm, there's a couple guys at the door sayin' ya told 'em to come right in. Ya know 'em?"
Grimmjow peeked around the hulking form blocking his view, and immediately smiled. Ichigo stood at the door, scowling fiercely, arms folded across his chest, as he argued with...an older dark-haired male. Who the fuck was that?
Grimmjow pushed past Yammy, intent on finding out who the prick with his arm around his fucking boyfriend was. As he got closer, Ichigo noticed him, and his face visibly brightened, only to be replaced with a confused frown at the stormy look that was surely written all over Grimmjow's face. The dark-haired man lifted a brow upon seeing him, then turned to Ichigo.
"Is this your boyfriend, Ichigo, my son? He looks scary," he mumbled. Son?
"Dad, shutup. Grimm, you ok?" Ichigo asked, voice filled with concern. Dad?
"U-uh, yeah, just...this is your dad?"
Ichigo stared at him for a moment, before smirking saucily, an amused glint in his chocolate brown eyes. Oh Christ, did he know that Grimmjow was being a jealous idiot?
"Yeah, this is my dad, Isshin Kurosaki," the red head answered. Yep, he knew.
"Oh. Nice to meet you, I'm, uh, Grimmjow. Grimmjow Jaegerjaques," he said, trying to regain a little of his dignity. "Come on in."
Yammy had, by this time, returned to his post, nodding as he let the two men past the midnight blue velvet rope. Grimmjow had offered the giant a position at his club, and the man had gleefully accepted, claiming it would be an honor.
"Sorry, folks, jus' had ta make sure ya were on the up an' up. Have fun," Yammy stated.
"Er, thanks," Ichigo hesitantly replied, before turning back to Grimmjow. A slow smile creased his beautiful face, making the blunet grin in return.
Grimmjow stepped up to him, enfolding the smaller man in his arms, as he kissed him. When he pulled back, Ichigo's cheeks were dusted with pink, as he grinned shyly.
"Ah, so this is the man a'the hour," Alric boomed, as he approached the three men.
Grimmjow chuckled at the look of wide-eyed astonishment on Ichigo's face at the sight of his father.
"Alric Jaegerjaques. Ya must be Ichigo," his father stated, holding out a large hand in the red head's direction. Ichigo stepped forward, grasping the hand firmly, as he nodded. "Good to finally meet ya. The gaki's told me all about ya." At this, Ichigo glanced nervously at Grimmjow.
"I hope it wasn't anything bad," he said quietly.
"Nah! Anyone that can make my kid as happy as he seems to be with you, is alright in my book!"
Grimmjow blushed, glaring bloody murder at his old man. "Pop," he growled.
"Oh, it's true ain't it? Haven't seen ya smile this much in a long time," Alric said, affectionately ruffling Grimmjow's hair, deepening his brilliant blush.
"Jesus, Pop."
Ichigo smiled fondly at him, making him give a crooked grin. If what his dad said made his boyfriend smile at him like that, then he could endure the embarrassment.
"Pop, this is Ichi's dad, Isshin," Grimmjow introduced the two older men.
"Isshin Kurosaki! I agree with you one hundred percent! My darling Ichigo hasn't been this happy since his mother passed, kami rest her soul. I always said..." Isshin's voice trailed off as the two headed for the bar, no doubt reminiscing.
Grimmjow glanced at Ichigo, noting his mortified expression, and knowing it probably matched his own. Who would've guessed both of their fathers were crazy as hell?
"How come ya didn't tell me your dad was comin'?" he asked, grabbing his boyfriend's hand, and leading him towards the bar, as well.
"I wanted to surprise you. I didn't expect you to be so possessive, though," Ichigo grinned slyly.
"Shutup, I was not."
"Oh, please. You were practically breathing fire, Grimm."
Grimmjow halted their progress, dipping his head to brush his lips across Ichigo's. The red head smiled, leaning into the kiss.
"So what? You're mine," Grimmjow growled. "Come on, I wanna introduce ya to my best friends. 'Member I told ya 'bout Nnoi and Yor?" Ichigo nodded, as they started moving towards the bar again. "They're right there."
XOXOXOXO
Karakura Town
Las Noches Grand Opening
August 2008
Ichigo hadn't laughed that much...ever. Grimmjow's best friends were hilarious, whether it was the tall, bandana-sporting Nnoitra, or the petite, quietly funny Ulquiorra, they were a riot. He could see why Grimmjow chose to hang with them. The story of how they met and became friends had been extremely entertaining.
After Ichigo and his old man had arrived at the club, the scary ass bouncer had prevented them from entering, claiming he had to check with the boss. He grinned secretly when he realized that he was dating the boss. The giant had gone off to fetch Grimmjow, only for said blue-haired man to come storming towards them wearing a dark scowl, eyes fixed on Isshin.
Ichigo couldn't help teasing the blunet once he recognized the jealousy and possessiveness radiating off of him like a heater. That was after he met Grimmjow's extremely intimidating father. Good grief, the man was huge. Ichigo could definitely see where Grimmjow's genes had come from, considering he was the spitting image of the man, from their bright blue hair, equally bright blue eyes, down to the nearly identical height, and deep rumbling voices.
Then the older blunet had proceeded to dote on his son, making Grimmjow blush so adorably, all Ichigo could do was smile. Their love was damn near tangible. Isshin had to, of course, jump in with his two cents, thoroughly mortifying him, as the two older men walked off chatting.
That was when Grimmjow had introduced him to Nnoitra and Ulquiorra.
"So, the tall, skinny fucker is Nnoitra Jiruga, but I call 'im Bandana Boy, and this quiet guy is his boyfriend, Ulquiorra Schiffer. I call 'im Yor. These are my brothers. Guys, this is Ichigo," the blunet explained with a sly grin.
"How goes it, berry boy?" Nnoitra asked, a wide piano-toothed grin splitting his face.
"Goes good, Stick," Ichigo threw right back with an eyebrow raised, causing Grimmjow to bark with laughter, and Ulquiorra to smirk slightly. Nnoitra's grin got even wider as he turned to Grimmjow, shrugging nonchalantly.
"He's cool."
"Congratulations, Ichigo, you've just been inducted into the misfits hall of fame," Ulquiorra stated in his reserved manner.
Ichigo chuckled as he realized he'd just been tested, and considered worthy to be a part of their little group. Suddenly, Grimmjow's dad called out to him from the entrance of the club.
"Grimmjow! Time to get this thing started, yeah?"
"Yeah, ok," the younger blunet answered. "C'mon, I gotta go cut the ribbon, so the people can party."
Ichigo was practically dragged along behind his excited boyfriend, as they made their way to the entrance, followed by Nnoitra and Ulquiorra. At the door, he grinned at the sight of Shinji scolding a tired-looking Stark.
"Oh, so ya actually made it on time?" Grimmjow asked, voice laced with amusement.
"He's so lazy," Shinji whined, his face immediately brightening at the sight of Ichigo and Grimmjow holding hands. "Hey, Ichi."
"Hey, Shin," Ichigo answered, sharing a private smile with the blond that conveyed thousands of thoughts and emotions. "Hey, Stark."
Stark lifted his hand in a two-fingered salute, nodding cordially, his gray eyes gleaming mischievously. Ichigo knew from experience that that meant the brunet had something up his sleeve, and planned to spring it on his unsuspecting blond boyfriend later on. Shaking his head, he focused in on Grimmjow's voice as he commanded the crowd's attention.
"Yo! I ain't all proper and shit, and since everyone's grown here, I'll keep it short and simple! Thanks for comin', and welcome to Las Noches! Have fun!" he exclaimed over the excited twittering of the crowd gathered at the entrance, as he grabbed a huge pair of scissors from his father, and snipped through the red ribbon stretching across the midnight-blue awning.
Ichigo smiled widely, wolf-whistling as everyone cheered. He was immensely proud to be part of this moment with Grimmjow. The blue-haired man was currently grinning sheepishly, as his friends clapped him on the back and shook his hand, as he made his way back inside. Somehow, during the ribbon-cutting, they had gotten separated, Ichigo almost being crushed by the anxious crowd.
But then, Grimmjow paused, craning his neck, and searching the sea of faces eager to get inside, until he locked gazes with him. Ichigo gently pushed through the crowd, until he reached his boyfriend's side, looking up into those shining blue depths.
"Congrats, Grimm," he said into the taller man's ear, after standing on his toes, and wrapping his arms around his neck. Grimmjow smiled crookedly, and slipped his arms around his waist.
"Thanks, Ichi," he murmured, before capturing Ichigo's lips in a soft kiss.
Neither was aware of the many pairs of eyes watching them at the moment, a clear green gaze amongst them, shimmering with malice.
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