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Two Sides to Every Coin	By : Raceysama Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 3000 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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CHAPTER 11: I NEED YOU (PART ONE)
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XOXOXOXO
Fuck, his head felt like a cracked open melon. Or at least, the way he thought that would feel. His jaw ached and throbbed in time to his pulse, and his neck was sore as hell. In case you didn't get it, Ichigo felt like shit.
He rolled onto his right side and had to smother a yelp from the intense pain radiating from his chest. Christ, that Kenpachi guy had really done a number on him. The last thing Ichigo remembered was being strangled, silently asking for Shiro's help and then sleep like a heavy blanket, enveloping him.
He didn't even remember what had happened after the fight or how he even got home, for that matter. Ichigo only vaguely remembered a pair of arms holding him up before he fell unconscious. Wonder who it was.
At that moment, he realized he wasn't alone in his bedroom like he'd initially thought. Someone was asleep in one of his kitchen chairs that had been set a few feet away from the bed. Ichigo squinted and blinked away the last remnants of sleep before his eyes widened as they settled on a shock of blue hair.
Grimmjow was seated in the chair in an uncomfortable-looking position, shoulders hunched, head hanging down and long legs stretched out before him. His chin was pressed against his chest, his arms hung limply at his sides, his hair fell across his brow and covered his eyes, and his mouth was slightly parted. Ichigo smirked when he noticed a small amount of drool gathered in the corner of Grimmjow's mouth.
Even drooling, he was beautiful. Ichigo, after the heart-to-heart with Renji, had accepted the fact that he may be feeling more than lust for Grimmjow. He just hadn't had a chance to pull that idea out of his brain and poke and prod at it until it made sense.
Shit, he was such a fucking girl, but that didn't change the fact that his head was awhirl with unfamiliar emotions all because of the blue-haired menace before him. Way to go, Ichigo. He didn't even know the man's sexual preference and yet here he was crushing on him insanely hard.
Ichigo rolled onto his back, stuck his arms behind his head and scowled at the ceiling. He had to find a way to tell Grimmjow how he felt. His stomach clenched at the thought of being rejected, but he shoved the feeling aside. He had to do it. Ichigo couldn't take the second-guessing and not knowing. He would just have to bite the bullet and take the risk of diving head-first into the unknown and pray for the best.
Even if he was rejected, at least he would know. Ichigo would deal with the consequences afterwards, no matter how much it may hurt. And it most definitely would from the way his stomach turned and his chest tightened and burned.
"What'd the ceiling do to you?" Grimmjow's deep, sleep-ridden voice mumbled. "And how long you been up?"
Ichigo jumped and turned to face his crush. Grimmjow grimaced as he rolled his neck around and rotated his shoulders before sitting up straight. His half-lidded gaze sent shivers marching down Ichigo's spine.
"I only woke up a few minutes ago," he answered. Grimmjow blinked.
"So what're you frowning for?"
"Jus' thinkin'. What are you doing here?" Ichigo asked quietly.
"Well, you took care of me when I was broken, thought I'd return the favor."
"Oh."
For some reason, Ichigo felt disappointed at his answer. Well, honestly, what had he been expecting? Of course, Grimmjow would feel indebted to him. He wasn't doing it because he liked Ichigo or something.
Ichigo didn't notice the slight frown sent his way as he swung his legs over the side of the bed, and slowly tried to stand. Aside from the pain in his jaw, neck and chest, he was fine. A little dizzy, but nothing too serious.
It was then that he noticed he was only wearing a pair of light-blue boxers and straining significantly against the thin cotton fabric. His face ignited as he heard Grimmjow's soft chuckle.
"Shutup, idiot!" Ichigo snapped and stalked off to the bathroom. Fuckin' jerk.
XOXOXOXO
Shinji cracked an eye open at the bright sunlight sneaking through his curtains and groaned loudly. He was so comfortable buried under his thick comforter. He was thankful he didn't have any classes but he did have to work later on in the afternoon. He peeked at the digital clock on his nightstand and sighed. 9:30 AM.
A pair of strong arms wrapped around Shinji's waist making him grin like the cat that ate the canary. He rested his hands on top of the arms and snuggled back to chest against Stark. The man nuzzled his hair and promptly continued snoring. Shinji couldn't understand how such a lazy man could be so strong.
The night before at Ichigo's fight, Shinji had finally broken down and told Stark that he liked him. A lot. Shinji had been flabbergasted when the man only gave a sexy smirk and told him it was about time he said something. After Shinji nearly had a heart attack during Ichigo's fight with that insane character, Stark had offered to give Shinji and the injured Ichigo a ride.
Grimmjow had only agreed because he couldn't take Ichigo on his motorcycle, but he did follow them to Ichigo's apartment. Stark had then taken Shinji home with Shinji twitching involuntarily with excitement. Once they arrived, Shinji had invited Stark up and, after stumbling through the door like blind men, proceeded to have the best sex Shinji had ever experienced.
Words couldn't express how ridiculously happy he was to finally have the man he had shamelessly lusted after for so long, but...he couldn't help but worry about Ichigo.
Shinji could tell that Ichigo really liked Grimmjow and if Ichigo wasn't so insecure, he would see that the crazy blue-haired man liked him just as much. They were both in denial and it was frustrating for Shinji as a spectator, so he could only imagine how Ichigo was feeling. Shinji sighed and Stark's arms tightened.
"S'wrong?" He slurred into Shinji's hair.
"Mm? Oh, I'm jus' thinkin' bout Ichi, s'all."
"They're idiots." Shinji giggled.
"I know. They're hopeless."
Shinji felt Stark's lips on his shoulder as his hair was brushed out of the way. He turned into the lazy man's arms and kissed him hungrily on the lips as Stark's wicked hands traveled over his backside and squeezed, making Shinji squeak in surprise.
"Since you're awake, I have something I want to try," Stark murmured against Shinji's lips as he rolled on top of the blond.
"Oh yeah? And what's tha - OH MY GOD!" Shinji screeched as Stark disappeared under the blanket, raised the blond's knees and probed at his entrance with a slick, warm tongue.
Shinji's voice was dangerously close to being a falsetto when Stark gently inserted his tongue into Shinji's tight passage and simultaneously stroked his already hard length.
"Nnnghnn! Oh shit!" Shinji whimpered as he fisted the sheets. Damn, he was glad he got this man. Stark increased the speed and pressure of his strokes, making Shinji writhe and pant desperately. Really fuckin' glad.
XOXOXOXO
Grimmjow would never admit it out loud, but he had been worried sick about the berry after having him pass out in his arms. Stark had offered to take Ichigo and his little blond friend home; Grimmjow had wanted to protest vehemently but considering the berry's condition and the fact that his only mode of transportation was Desgarron, his bike, he had to go along with it. Instead he'd just followed behind them. Fuck, his next investment would be a goddamned car.
Stark had a surprisingly perverted look in his eye when they'd arrived at Ichigo's apartment complex, and Grimmjow put two and two together. Stark was going to fuck that little blond. Smiling at the thought, he had carried the berry's dead weight into the apartment, stripped him down to his underwear after clearing his face of blood and tucked him into bed. Finding a chair in the kitchen, Grimmjow had brought it to the bedroom, sat it close to the berry's bed and collapsed into it.
All the adrenaline was gone from his body and he realized that he'd let all those unfamiliar emotions exhaust him. The only one he'd recognized was anger. All of the other ones like worry, fear, and something else he couldn't quite place were foreign territory. Regardless of that fact, they had overwhelmed him and made him unrecognizable even to himself.
Grimmjow had ended up falling asleep in the chair while watching the berry's bruised but peaceful face, only to wake to Ichigo scowling intensely at the ceiling. Grimmjow had asked him why he was trying to scare the ceiling and was told that he was thinking. Then Ichigo had gone on to ask him why he was there.
Grimmjow made an excuse of returning the favor of taking care of him, when the truth was that he wanted to be there. He wanted to be sure that the berry would be ok. When he noticed the disappointed look on Ichigo's face from his answer, he instantly felt bad. All clues were pointing to the berry being interested in him. Nnoitra had called Grimmjow blind, but he wasn't, he just wanted to be sure before he made any moves, lest he make a fool of himself.
Grimmjow watched as Ichigo rose from the bed and stood and he openly admired the view. The berry's morning wood was making itself known and it obviously embarrassed the red-head because he turned a bright crimson shade. Grimmjow only chuckled with amusement making the berry snap at him and storm from the room.
He followed Ichigo from the room and headed for the kitchen. The berry had coffee and Grimmjow wanted some. Immediately. Turning on the small machine, he rooted around for something to fix for breakfast.
"Move, I'll do it. You know, for a grown man that lives on his own, you're pretty useless in the kitchen. How have you managed to survive?" The berry asked irritably.
Grimmjow turned and smirked. Ichigo had dressed in a white t-shirt and gray pajama pants.
"I manage."
The berry snorted and began preparing scrambled eggs and toast as Grimmjow took a seat at the small table. His thoughts unerringly wandered to how badly he wanted Ichigo. How he wanted to kiss him, touch him...shit, fuck him senseless. Tch, all this tension was killing him. If the berry didn't want him, he would let it be known. Not that Grimmjow was about to take no for an answer.
He slowly rose from the table and quietly eased behind Ichigo, where he stood at the sink with his back facing Grimmjow. Grimmjow tentatively put a hand on the berry's hip and buried his nose in his soft orange hair. Mmm, still smells like coconuts. He felt Ichigo freeze and his muscles tense.
"Berry," he murmured. Ichigo turned his head ever so slightly and peered at Grimmjow from the corner of his eye.
"G-Grimm-jow, wh-what are you doing?" He stuttered. Grimmjow grinned and using the hand on Ichigo's hip, turned the stiff berry to face him.
Bracing his hands against the sink on either side of Ichigo, Grimmjow's mouth came within a hairsbreadth of the berry's parted lips. He brushed his own lips against them to test Ichigo's reaction and smiled when all he did was gasp softly and stare incredulously back at Grimmjow.
"What does it look like I'm doin', Berry?" Ichigo placed a hand against his chest, his eyes widening comically.
"But you...I didn't think...you're not...shit," the berry faltered. Grimmjow raised a brow and partially leaned away from Ichigo to look into his eyes.
"What are you sayin'?"
"I-I don't know. I just didn't-"
"You don't want me to kiss you?" Grimmjow asked, cocking his head to the side. The berry was fucking confusing him now.
"NO! I mean, yes. I mean...shit!" Ichigo fumbled, then paused to take a breath. "I do want you to kiss me!" The tension that had begun to gather in Grimmjow's shoulders, relaxed, as he grinned and leaned forward again.
"Then shut the fuck up."
Grimmjow pressed his lips to the berry's full, soft ones and all sense promptly fled his brain. He groaned and placing his hands on the smaller man's hips, pulled him closer. Ichigo whimpered softly and slowly lifted his arms to hook around Grimmjow's neck.
Shit, what the hell had he been waiting for? The berry melted into him and Grimmjow swept his tongue across Ichigo's parted lips, demanding entrance. He wanted to taste him. No, he needed to taste him.
Ichigo opened his mouth almost desperately, and at the first touch of tongue against tongue, Grimmjow growled and gripped the berry's hips bruisingly. He tasted like toothpaste and...simply Ichigo. If that didn't make any sense, it's because it wasn't supposed to. Ichigo also had a certain smell to him that drove Grimmjow crazy whenever he was near him. It smelled almost the way the air did right before it rained.
Grimmjow was currently on sensory overload as his tongue tangled with the berry's and probed the inside of his mouth. The small needy sounds coming from Ichigo made him press his body closer as he pushed a knee between the red-head's legs. Ichigo gasped and tangling his fingers in Grimmjow's hair, pulled roughly, kissing him harder. Fuck!
Grimmjow's mouth left the berry's and attacked the left side of his neck, licking and sucking. He brought his left hand up to cup the back of Ichigo's neck, continuing his merciless assault with relish.
"Haah...G-Grimm..." the berry panted, his hand still fisted in Grimmjow's hair.
Grimmjow grunted and sank his teeth into Ichigo's neck. Ichigo cried out and tipped his head back, giving him better access to the savory column.
"God, you taste good, Berry," Grimmjow groaned and immediately recaptured Ichigo's kiss-swollen lips.
Loud knocking interrupted their intense interlude and Grimmjow cursed colorfully. It was always something! He looked into the berry's passion-filled brown eyes and sucked his teeth before cursing again.
He gave Ichigo a soft peck on the lips that ended with an audible smack before slowly stepping away from him. Great, now he was hard as a jawbreaker and had to wait for the berry to answer the door. Grimmjow glanced at Ichigo again and had to stifle a laugh. Ichigo wasn't faring any better and what was worse, his erection was very visible through the thin material of his pajama pants.
The berry was still breathing harshly and his lips told the very obvious story of having been thoroughly kissed. At that sight, Grimmjow grinned proudly. Even better was the fact that the berry definitely wanted Grimmjow just as much.
He watched with amusement as Ichigo took a moment to compose himself before he went to answer the door. Following a few steps behind, Grimmjow's hackles rose as the berry ducked, avoiding a flying kick. What the fuck? Before he could intervene, Ichigo had elbowed the perpetrator to the floor.
"What the hell, Dad?" The berry shouted. Dad? This idiot was the berry's father?
"Ichigooooo, my son! I've come to offer you the chance of a lifetime," the man said loudly.
"What are you talking about, old man?"
"Suzuki-sensei is...ara? Ichigo, you have a guest?"
The berry turned a bright red and turned to face Grimmjow, who was standing in the doorway of the living room.
"Ah, yeah, this is my, er, friend. Grimmjow Jaegerjaques. Grimm, this is my idiot father, Isshin Kurosaki," Ichigo stuttered. So cute.
Grimmjow nodded politely and figured it was time for him to go. He would give the berry some alone time with his father.
"Ber-I mean, Ichigo, I'm gonna run. I'll talk to you later, yeah?"
"O-ok."
As Grimmjow was closing the door to the berry's apartment, he heard the older man ask Ichigo if he was feeling alright because he looked a little flushed. Chuckling to himself, Grimmjow made his way to his bike. This definitely wasn't over.
XOXOXOXO
Aizen stood beside a white late-modeled car, twirling a pair of handcuffs. To think he was being pushed into grunt work again. It was detestable. Oh, but he would do it, if only to appease his anger and disgust over what had been done to Gin. He chuckled to himself. Perhaps it helped that he had an unhealthy sadistic nature that he kept buried beneath a cool facade.
Aizen wasn't necessarily opposed to being hands-on with his dirty work because that had been how he started. Only once he proved his worth did the wealthy business tycoon leave his legacy to Aizen. Yamamoto-san had been the single most powerful person he had ever known and he was proud to be the man's beneficiary. Upon Yamamoto-san's death, Aizen had been named CEO of the powerhouse weapons manufacturer, Gotei 13.
Aizen later renamed it Las Noches and sold it to acquire the building he now owned. Hueco Mundo. He had never had any interest in running a company, but he did have a knack for leadership. So, instead of having to deal with the demands of a very public business, he created an underground fighting arena. Gathering loyal workers had been easy once he asserted his authority and offered his generosity.
In no time, Hueco Mundo flourished, and his own team of fighters became notorious. Aizen named them the Espada and gave them ranks and strict rules to abide by. Coupled with a generous paycheck, it was easy to keep them happy. Until he employed Luppi. Luppi had been satisfied with his position as Sexta before he became overly ambitious and began demanding a higher rank. He claimed to be superior to those that were ranked above him and wouldn't settle for the Sexta position.
Luppi began throwing his fights for money and ultimately giving the Espada's hard-earned reputation a bad name. Luppi should have been grateful that Aizen had only demoted him at the time instead of completely firing him as Gin had suggested.
Then Gin had come to him one day with the news that he'd overheard Luppi making an unwise decision to conspire against Aizen. Even going so far as to plot his death. That had been the last straw. Gin had been furious and demanded to take care of the nuisance himself, but Aizen had denied him. He didn't need Gin getting his hands dirty over such a triviality, and instead, left the job to one of his hired guns.
Aizen knew Luppi had a lover named Sharp that had been overly protective of him. He remembered Tousen informing him a little after he had demoted Luppi, that a man named Sharp had shown up at Hueco Mundo raising a ruckus about it. Aizen had paid him no mind at the time. Now, he wished he had. No matter. He was going to rectify that mistake.
At that moment, the man he had been waiting for began walking towards him with his head down, obviously unaware of Aizen's presence. He smiled softly. Even better.
The man finally looked up to reach for the door handle of the white car Aizen stood next to, and immediately froze upon seeing him.
"Hello Keiji-san. Do you know who I am?" Aizen asked pleasantly as he took a step forward. Keiji swallowed and nodded stiffly. "Well, that's helpful. I'll give you two choices. You can come with me quietly, wearing these." Aizen held up the handcuffs. "Or, I make you. Which will it be?"
All of that had been said with a friendly grin and Aizen found himself enjoying the look of utter terror on Keiji's face.
"I-I'll come quietly," the man whispered.
"Good. That makes things easier, ne?" Aizen asked cordially, his smile widening as he snapped the cuffs into place. Keiji nodded again and allowed himself to be led to Aizen's long, black limo that had been hidden from view behind a large truck.
"What are you going to do to me?" Keiji asked nervously.
"Ah, wouldn't want to spoil the surprise now, would we?"
Aizen helped the smaller man into the limo and settled himself inside. Giving Keiji one last look, he turned to face the window where he rested his arm and placed his chin on his fist. This would be fun.
XOXOXOXO
He couldn't stop smiling. He wanted to dance naked, joyously in the rain singing at the top of his lungs. He didn't care how that made him sound either. He was happier than a man let off of death row. Ichigo Kurosaki had been kissed by Grimmjow fucking Jaegerjaques and he'd loved every second of it.
Holy shit, he was on cloud nine. Grimmjow had surprised the hell out of him when he came up behind Ichigo and held his hip then nuzzled his hair. He remembered freezing up in disbelief. When Grimmjow turned him around, Ichigo had searched his blue eyes looking for the usual glint of amusement he saw whenever the man would tease him, and saw nothing but lust as Grimmjow brushed his lips over Ichigo's.
From that moment, Ichigo's mind had instantly put up a "closed" sign. Then he had proceeded to make a fool of himself, but he needed to be sure that Grimmjow really wanted him. Really wanted to kiss him.
Grimmjow had gone on to make every bit of Ichigo's insides turn into melted butter when he smiled, told Ichigo to shut the fuck up and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. His head had detached from his body and floated away with delirium. The intense pleasure from that one gesture had overwhelmed Ichigo. Not to mention, the overload of his senses from being able to add taste to the list of things he liked about Grimmjow.
Once Grimmjow's tongue had commanded entrance to Ichigo's mouth, he had promptly turned into a pitiful pile of goo. He had literally melded himself to Grimmjow's body and made the most womanly noises he would later be ashamed of. Right now though, he was just enjoying the memory of kissing the man he wanted so badly.
Add to that the fact that his unasked questions had been answered. Ichigo now knew without a shadow of a doubt, that Grimmjow wanted him enough to kiss him. Enough to get an erection. Ichigo blushed as he remembered feeling Grimmjow's hard length pressed against his thigh.
'Kiiiiiiiing, gimme a break here, wouldja?' Shiro whined. Ichigo laughed and shook his head.
'Unh-uh, Mr. Know-it-all. You're coming along for this ride.'
'Shit.'
Shiro had been stunned into silence at Grimmjow's advance as well, but once Ichigo was alone had voiced his opinion. He claimed to have known all along that "blue-hair" liked Ichigo. Ichigo called him a liar and left it at that.
Not to mention, his old man had come and completely ruined the steamy moment. Ichigo was sure that if his Dad hadn't have shown up, he would no longer be a virgin.
Speaking of his old man, he had invited Ichigo to accompany him to a once in a lifetime medical convention given by Isshin's mentor, Jin Suzuki. It would last for a week and Ichigo would have to miss class, but this was a rare opportunity, so he'd agreed to go. But damn, his old man had terrible timing. Ichigo wanted to further explore this thing with Grimmjow.
Everytime Ichigo even thought about the man, he blushed and everything turned to pudding. Good grief, he was such a woman.
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