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Underneath It All	By : Raceysama Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 4161 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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CHAPTER 12: THE OPENING PART TWO
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Onwards...
XOXOXOXO
Karakura Town
Las Noches Grand Opening
August 2008
Bass shook the entire club hard enough to make the floor and walls vibrate and hum, as bodies swayed and gyrated, grinding and pressing against one another. The smell of sweat, alcohol and smoke filled the packed establishment. Grimmjow grinned at the scene. Opening night had officially been a raging success. People had poured in once he'd cut the ribbon, and even though it was two o'clock in the morning, the atmosphere still crawled with excitement and thick sexual tension.
Ichigo sat beside him at the bar, chatting amiably with the bartender, a short dark-haired man named Ayasegawa Yumichika, who insisted that he be called Yumi. The man was as gay as a rainbow, and as obvious as a lit billboard at night, but he was pretty cool, and one hell of a bartender.
He and his partner, Ikkaku, worked the circular bar that was lit with flourescent blue and purple lighting. There was a large crowd, but the two worked efficiently, Yumi managing to hold a conversation flawlessly, as his hands moved rapidly, fixing the patrons their drinks.
Nnoitra and Ulquiorra were seated to Grimmjow's left, Bandana Boy very much inebriated and talking loudly, while Yor-who may have been slightly tipsy-sat beside him, smirking with amusement. Further down, Grimmjow noticed that Gin and Szayel had arrived, the pink-haired man grinning broadly, as Gin stood with his arm across his shoulders. The silver-haired man wore his customary, eye-closing grin, while ordering both of their drinks from Ikkaku. Stark and Hirako were seated on the other side of Ichigo, with Hirako joining in the conversation with Yumi, while Stark watched, his face mildly interested.
Grimmjow didn't blame him, considering the three men were animatedly discussing bondage techniques. He grimaced for what had to be the tenth time, as Yumi enthusiastically described his "neon-orange ball gag" that went perfectly with his similarly colored anal...beads...what the fuck?
"What the fuck are anal beads?" Grimmjow interjected. Stark lazily raised his eyebrows, and shook his head with a grin. Hirako, Yumi and Ichigo all turned to him wearing cheshire cat grins. "What?" he asked defensively.
"Well, anal beads are like different sized balls connected together like a necklace that ya stick-" Yumi started.
"Nevermind, never-fucking-mind!" Grimmjow yelped, his eyes the size of dinner plates. "Holy shit, Stark, how can ya listen to that?"
"I'm immune," the brunet drawled.
"Ha!"
Deciding that tuning that little pow wow out was certainly the better option, Grimmjow let his eyes roam the rest of the room. He noticed Yammy laughing heartily at the entrance with his Pop and Ichigo's dad, while he carefully replaced the midnight-blue velvet rope. He briefly wondered what the hell they were talking about, before continuing his slow perusal.
Shuuhei Hisagi worked the turntables with incredible grace, displaying his talent in getting the clubgoers worked into nothing but a writhing mass of bodies. When he'd interviewed the dark-haired young man sporting a tattoo of the number sixty-nine on his left cheek, he'd known instantly that he would be hired as the house dj. Shuuhei was kind of quiet and mysterious, but he specialized in all the music Grimmjow adored. For instance, a popular American song bled and thumped from the speakers.
Blame it on the Goose, got ya feelin' loose
Blame it on the 'Tron, got ya in the zone
Blame it on the ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-alcohol
Blame it on the vodka, blame it on the Henny
Blame it on the Blue Top, got ya feelin' dizzy
Blame it on the ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-alcohol
Suddenly, Ichigo leaned into him, pulling his attention away from the dancefloor, as he spoke lowly in his ear.
"Wanna dance wit' me, Grimm?" he asked innocently, but Grimmjow blanched. Dance? Here? No fucking way was...
The look on Ichigo's face at his hesitation made his thoughts screech to a grinding halt. Grimmjow hadn't been prepared for such disappointment shining back at him from the red head's tipsy, sultry brown gaze. Fuuuuuck.
"Fine," he growled.
Ichigo cracked a wide grin, making Grimmjow's heart absolutely melt, as his hand was grabbed, and he was dragged unceremoniously towards the dancefloor.
"Ah, shit! Berry boy actually got ya ta dance, Blue?" Nnoitra shouted, too perceptive for someone so fucking drunk, the rhetorical question drawing damn near everyone's attention. Fucking asshole.
"WOW!" Shinji added, way too loudly. All eyes were officially on the two. "He never dances so, give 'im hell, Ichi!"
He hated them. Every last one of them. It wasn't that Grimmjow couldn't dance, he was secretly quite good at it; he just wasn't prepared for that private detail to be savagely pushed into the open. No one knew that he spent his spare time listening to nothing but Urban American music, namely rap, hip hop, and r&b. Most of them claimed it wasn't "real" music, but he loved the thumping basslines, mixed with the drugging tempos, creating a raw energy that he couldn't quite describe.
He didn't knock any other types of music, because he liked rock and shit like that too. He was just that versatile and open-minded. Grimmjow remembered his Pop catching him, at the tender age of ten, accurately nailing the current American dance fad, and never being able to live down the older man's laughter and amusement. After that, he kept his love for that world under padlock and key.
Now, his friends were doubting him, all because he preferred not to dance in public. Pursing his lips, he glared at the group gathered at the bar, smirking with mock-condescending expressions. Once Shuuhei switched tracks, the amount of alcohol Grimmjow'd allowed in his system for the evening was quickly dispelled as his adrenaline flowed.
On mah mama, on mah hood
I look fly, I look good
Touch mah swag, wish you could
I look fly, I look good
I look good, I look good
I look good, I look good
It was one of his favorite dance songs at the moment. It was widely unheard of, only popular in American underground clubs, where the method of dancing was solely something called "freakin'". As can be told from the name it was basically sex with clothes on, allowing freedom to let either partner lead.
Smirking conspiratorially, with a lecherous gleam in his eyes, Grimmjow led Ichigo to the edge of the dancefloor, where his friends could easily witness the shattering of the "Grimmjow can't dance" myth.
It took no time at all for the music to completely snatch his conscience, as his body moved with a mind of its own. He grabbed Ichigo's hands, turning the smaller man away from him, as he pressed against his back. Keeping a grip on the red head's hip, he laced the fingers of his free hand through Ichigo's left hand.
Grimmjow moved flawlessly, leading Ichigo in a fast-paced, sexually-charged dance, as his hips thrust forward subtly, grinding against his breathless boyfriend. What he hadn't expected was the erection, growing steadily in his jeans. Biting his bottom lip, sweat forming across his brow, he continued to grind, using the hand that had been on Ichigo's hip to press against the red head's abdomen, fitting them closer together.
Oh god, he was fucking horny.
Grimmjow felt his body shudder slightly when his stiff arousal pressed against Ichigo's soft bottom. Holy. Fucking. Hell. His breathing was reduced to harsh pants, as his mind took a turn for the extremely naughty, especially when Ichigo began loosening up, matching him move for move.
This was so close to dry humping, it wasn't even funny. Grimmjow's heart was racing, pulse pounding in his ears along with the heavy bass of the song, as he closed his eyes and grit his teeth. This was getting incredibly dangerous, and his dick was threatening to burst through his jeans.
Suddenly, Ichigo stiffened, and jumped back against him, yelling angrily. Grimmjow was slightly relieved for the distraction, until he realized the cause for said distraction. Halibel stood, smiling smugly, with an empty glass in her hand. After stepping around Ichigo to get a better look at his front, Grimmjow narrowed his eyes dangerously.
Fucking bitch.
"What the fuck is your problem?" Ichigo yelled over the music, eyes glinting with barely concealed fury.
"Grimmjow, will you wake the hell up, already? This is embarrassing! You're not some fucking fruitcake, unlike this little pussy here!" Halibel spat angrily in Ichigo's direction, while at the same time completely disregarding him.
Grimmjow licked his lips, feeling anger consuming him at frightening speed, as his hands balled into tight fists, and his teeth ground together. He had never been good at keeping his rage at bay, and here this woman was testing him.
"Hal, I'm only gonna say this shit once, so listen close. I am with Ichigo. We are a couple. If that makes me a fuckin' fruitcake, then so be it. I've accepted it, and it's time you do the same. And what the fuck? You don't have a say in my life, remember? You left without a backward glance, so don't think you can waltz back and start dictating shit!" Grimmjow paused for a breath, while Halibel fumed, clear green eyes glittering with hostility.
Without warning, she reared back, and pasted her hand across Ichigo's cheek. "LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO HIM!" she screamed.
Grimmjow didn't hit women, so he certainly hadn't been prepared to lose all semblance of his cool, but when Halibel put her hands on his Ichigo, all because of some misguided idea that he wasn't really gay, he'd seen red. However, before Grimmjow could even move, thick arms wrapped around him from behind, immobilizing him completely.
"Young lady, it's clear that you've made yourself unwelcome, so I suggest ya leave. Now," his father's deep voice traveled from behind him. Swallowing and breathing slowly, Grimmjow's fierce anger ebbed until he was able to actually speak without snarling.
"Pop, I'm good," he said, more calmly than he felt, before his father reluctantly released him.
He was still pissed, but he obviously had nothing on Ichigo at the moment. Hirako must have come at the same time as Grimmjow's dad, because the slender blond was struggling to keep Ichigo still. The orange-haired man was writhing against Hirako's arms, face pulled into a harsh scowl, and brown eyes positively glowing with outrage. Finally, he stilled, glaring disdainfully at Halibel.
"You're a stupid bitch! Do you fuckin' realize how dumb you sound? Grimmjow is a grown-fuckin'-man! I can't force him to do anything he doesn't wanna do! You're lucky I'm a guy, or else I'd kick your ass my damned self!" Ichigo snapped, before twisting in Hirako's arms again. "Shinji get the fuck off me," he growled.
"No, Ichi, ya need to calm down," the blond responded nervously.
"I already said I won't touch her!"
"Hirako, s'alright, you can let him go," Grimmjow stated, stepping over to his distressed boyfriend, but not before pinning Halibel with a scathing look. "Get out."
"You've lost your mind," Halibel huffed and stormed away, his Pop and Yammy escorting her to the door.
"You ok, Ichi?" Grimmjow asked, his voice concerned, as he put his arms around Ichigo's shoulders.
"She pissed me off, but I'm good. My shirt's ruined though," the red head answered, glaring down at the large stain spread across the front of the royal blue material.
"I might have somethin' ya can throw on in my office."
"Thanks, Grimm."
"Ichi, where'd your dad go?" Grimmjow questioned curiously, as he craned his neck and searched the club.
"He left. Said he wanted to get back to my sisters."
"Ah."
"Well, on another note...can I just say...HOLY SHIT, GRIMMJOW!" Hirako squealed, hopping from foot to foot. "How come you didn't tell anyone you could move like that?"
"Wasn't anyone's business," Grimmjow grumbled. It really wasn't, and if they all hadn't been as persistent as they had been, they never would've known. He would've much rather kept it to himself.
"But you're really good!" Hirako continued, still dancing about excitedly. Grimmjow scoffed before answering.
"That was nothin'. Oi, Hirako, what the fuck is wrong with you? Ya gotta piss er somethin'?"
Hirako blushed, grinning sheepishly as he nodded, then took off for the bathroom. Grimmjow shook his head. Something was wrong with that guy. He honestly didn't see how Stark had survived this long in a relationship with the blond. Turning his mind to more important matters, he glanced at Ichigo.
"C'mon, I'll take ya to my office."
"Yeah, he'll take ya ta his office alright!" Nnoitra tactlessly added, causing both him and Ichigo to blush, while his small cluster of friends laughed heartily. Always fucking Bandana Boy with the sarcastic remarks.
Grimmjow led Ichigo to the back of the club, and up a set of stairs. At the top of the staircase were a pair of wooden double doors that needed to be unlocked with a card key. After pulling the silver card from his back pocket, Grimmjow unlocked the doors, and once inside, flicked on the lights.
He immediately went into the private bathroom, emerging with a dark-blue t-shirt bearing the club's name in white lettering across the back. He handed it to Ichigo, and leaned back against his desk, waiting for the red head to slip it on.
Grimmjow watched in amusement as Ichigo's face took on a pink tint, while he pulled the soiled shirt over his head. The amusement quickly darkened to lust, however, when his gaze traveled over what seemed like miles of tanned silky-looking skin stretched over a subtly toned torso.
He swallowed thickly and counted backwards from ten. Grimmjow certainly hadn't expected to get turned on at the sight of another man's body. But that was just it, wasn't it? Ichigo wasn't just any man. He was the only man. The only man Grimmjow had ever found attractive, the only man he had ever desired, kissed, and generally wanted to be with.
As much as he wanted Ichigo, he wouldn't go after the red head tonight like he'd originally planned. They'd both had more alcohol than he'd care to admit, and he didn't want their first time to be reduced to drunken debauchery. Grimmjow grinned. He didn't think kissing would be too bad, though.
Before Ichigo had a chance to fit the t-shirt Grimmjow had given him over his head, the blunet pressed against his back and rubbed his hands over slightly rippled stomach muscles, to settle on narrow hips. Grimmjow felt Ichigo's breath catch, but after a few seconds of shocked tensing, the red head relaxed, and leaned back against him.
"What are you doing?" the younger man asked breathlessly. Grimmjow nuzzled his neck, then nibbled his right ear.
"Enjoying the view up close," he murmured.
Ichigo turned in his arms, peering up at him through his bright orange bangs, before he leaned forward and grinned crookedly.
"Grimm, are you drunk?" he whispered. Grimmjow just gaped. A lesser man would've probably been offended, but he, on the other hand, could only laugh.
"Ichi...I'm hurt," he sniffed dramatically, as he clutched his chest. Ichigo slid his hands up Grimmjow's chest, before he wrapped his arms around his neck, and kissed the hollow below his adam's apple.
"Oh, yeah?" he responded, his voice downright seductive, making heat quickly erupt in Grimmjow's stomach.
"Yeah, totally wounded." He pulled the berry head closer by his hips, and bent his head, rubbing their noses together. Ichigo gave a husky chuckle, and played with the hairs at the nape of Grimmjow's neck.
"Aww, c'mere and lemme make it all better then," the red head murmured before cupping the back of his neck, and pressing their lips together.
Whyyyyy had he thought this would be a good idea?
In no time at all, Grimmjow had pried his boyfriend's mouth open, and was aggressively claiming it, tongues twining and molding together in an intricate dance. He'd been so caught up in the kiss that he didn't realize they had been moving, until his ass collided with the edge of his desk, but even that did nothing to disconnect their mouths.
Good Lord, the fucking noises Ichigo was making...
Breathy moans, quiet whimpers, and soft mewls were being dragged from the other man, and it made Grimmjow nearly insane with want. His hands just wouldn't...couldn't...keep still. They roamed over Ichigo's bare back, pressing him closer, as he rested himself on the edge of his desk. He opened his legs, and Ichigo stepped between them, as if he were made expressly for that purpose.
Without warning, Ichigo became extremely aggressive, pulling back from the kiss and licking a trail across his jaw, down to his neck. Grimmjow couldn't breathe at all, as his orange-haired boyfriend assaulted his clavicle with his warm, wet tongue.
"I-Ichi-" Grimmjow's voice completely died, as he sucked in a surprised breath. He hadn't even realized that Ichigo had been in the process of unbuttoning his shirt, but it was abruptly brought to his attention when fingers pinched his right nipple, while the red head suckled his left. "J-Jesus, Jesus, Jesus..." was all he could manage.
Hot. He was so fucking hot. Everything felt like it was on fire, like someone had attached him to a spit and started roasting him over an open flame. Grimmjow couldn't think straight since all of his blood was currently pooled in his groin. He'd never had his nipples sucked before, and instead of being angry and feeling like a woman, he was enjoying it.
Good heavens, was he enjoying it.
Grimmjow also thought taking things further with Ichigo would be awkward, but none of it was. He supposed he should just get used to that, yet he couldn't. It always came as a surprise, albeit a pleasant one.
His entire body was trembling, and it only looked to get worse, because Ichigo was trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down his abdomen. Shit. He had to stop him before things went too-
"ICHI!" Grimmjow yelped. All Ichigo did was grin wolfishly in response, as he continued his torture. The emboldened red head was palming Grimmjow's erection through his jeans, and he thought he would die.
Ichigo. Was touching. His dick.
Holy shittin' shoes...
Grimmjow growled like an animal, as Ichigo unbuckled his belt, undid the button and slid down the zipper to his jeans. He knew there was something he was supposed to be doing, but his mind was done. Thinking had taken a back seat, and fuzz had replaced brain cells as soon as Ichigo had made contact with his aching arousal, pulling it free from his boxers.
"I-Ichigo, I-I-" words failed him, but he'd managed to grasp a fistful of Ichigo's hair, and tug gently. Passion-filled brown eyes gazed up at him almost pleadingly.
"Grimm, lemme do this for you, ne?" that brown gaze reconnected with his straining length, as long fingers wrapped around its base, "I wanna do this."
He was speechless. What could he say to that? Any red-blooded male in his right mind would never turn down free fellatio, but he really didn't want to cheapen their intimate moment, considering they both had been drinking. He cleared his throat, and forced words into existence.
"I-Ichi, I just don't wanna-"
"It won't. I'm not drunk, Grimmjow, I know what I'm doing, and I know what I want. Right now, I wanna suck my boyfriend off. Is that too much to ask?"
Aside from that being the sexiest fucking thing he had ever heard in his entire life, if Ichigo wanted it that badly, who the fuck was he to say "no"?
Before he could even respond, Ichigo was swirling his tongue around the head of his dick, then gently teasing the slit.
Words were impossible. Only noises seemed to work at the moment, and even those were spastic and fleeting. Grimmjow was biting his fist, as his toes curled and blood roared in his ears. This was by no means his first blowjob, but by god did it feel like it. It was flawless. Ichigo applied the perfect amount of pressure while he...
Ichigo was sucking him off...
Grimmjow glanced down and his eyes locked with lusty brown. That was when he realized Ichigo was jerking himself off as he blew him and, shame on him, he came so hard it felt like his spine had been yanked out as well.
"OH MY FUCKIN' GOD!" he shouted, his toes curled so tight, they were cramping.
Ichigo just grinned, and god help him, swallowed, then licked his lips afterwards, as he rose to his feet. Grimmjow noticed that the red head was clutching the dirty blue shirt to his groin, then assumed he'd used it to clean up after himself. Shit, he'd been so far gone that he'd missed Ichigo's orgasm. Fuck.
Grimmjow felt like such a pig. He was sweating, trembling, and his breathing was labored, making his chest heave. He certainly couldn't move, because his legs would surely give out at any moment.
"You ok?" Ichigo asked, his voice innocent.
"No," he breathed. "I can't move."
Ichigo chuckled and helped Grimmjow tuck himself away, button his shirt, then placed a kiss on his cheek. Grimmjow knew he was crossing into that realm that he, once upon a time, never envisioned himself being in, but he didn't give a shit. He gripped Ichigo's chin, and kissed him fully on the lips, then parted them, and swept his tongue inside that sinful mouth.
Once again he expected to be repulsed or something, and even though he was tasting himself on his boyfriend's tongue, it didn't bother him. Grimmjow actually...dare he say...liked it.
"Ichigo, you-"
"GRIMMJOW! WE'RE CLOSIN' UP!" his Pop yelled from the other side of the double doors.
"Alright!" Grimmjow glanced at Ichigo again and smiled sheepishly. "We'll talk later, yeah?"
"Baka, there's nothin' to talk about. Come on," Ichigo answered after fixing his jeans, slipping the club shirt over his head, and stalking to the doors.
Grimmjow followed in a hypnotic state, mind reeling, and body positively humming. As he flicked off the lights and closed his office up, he thought about how weird he should be feeling after being so intimate with a man, but instead could only focus on how much he wanted to go all the way with his Ichi.
XOXOXOXO
Karakura Town
Las Noches Grand Opening
August 2008
Three Hours Ago
"So, Isshin, Grimmjow's told me about Ichigo's past. He's had a rough time of it, eh?" Alric asked the elder Kurosaki. Isshin nodded soberly.
"Yes, it's been troublesome, but he's a strong boy. Much stronger than I could've hoped to be in his shoes."
"Well, I'm sure it helps to have a supportive family. I try to be as open-minded as possible with Grimmjow, and he knows it. Tell me, when did ya find out that Ichigo was gay?"
Isshin gulped the last of the amber liquid that had been in his glass, before raising it towards the bartender, a bald young man with a quiet disposition. Unlike his partner.
Alric prided himself on his observational skills, but for the life of him couldn't figure out what the bald fella saw in the little raven-haired man he worked with. Not that he would. He wasn't of the homosexual persuasion. He'd leave that to his son.
"Well, let's see..." Isshin began. He had taken so long to answer, Alric almost thought he didn't intend to. "It was rather recently. I'd say his third year of high school, he came to me and told me everything."
"Everything?"
"Mmhm. I, uh, had threatened him because he kept coming home bruised and beaten up. Naturally, I worried. He would always just tell me it was no big deal. I don't understand why kids think their parents are dense!" the dark-haired male huffed, and Alric chuckled.
"I completely agree. Go on," he urged.
"After I successfully scared him into talking, he told me he was being beaten and jumped by a group of kids that didn't like him because...because he was gay. I was furious! I demanded to know who was in this group, but he wouldn't tell me. It didn't take long for me to put two and two together, though."
"How did ya figure it out?" Alric asked, genuinely curious. He certainly wouldn't have been able to. Grimmjow played his cards too close to his chest when he didn't want something known.
"Ichigo had a best friend named Renji. The boys did everything together, the true definition of inseparable...or so I'd thought. Around the time that Ichigo started getting into fights, I realized that Renji had stopped coming by. Whenever I asked about him, Ichigo would close up, drawing inwards, and I would have to change the subject just to get him to speak. I figured it out from that," Isshin stated, then paused to sip his drink.
Well damn. Alric tossed his drink back, and re-lit his cigar, puffing thoughtfully. That was pretty messed up. Grimmjow had told him that the people that hurt the little orange-haired kid had been his friends, but he didn't realize they'd been that close. Damn shame.
"So, did ya know my kid was the object of Ichigo's desire?" He had to know.
"Oh-ho, yes. He hadn't told me that little fun fact, I had to figure that one out on my own, as well. Well, I had a little help from his friend Shinji, but Ichigo made it so obvious the way he would stare whenever he saw Grimmjow. At first, I didn't think much of it, but when Ichigo dropped his favorite manga to watch your boy walk past our home, I knew there was more to it. I went to Shinji when all Ichigo would do was ignore my questions, and he told me that Grimmjow had been the one to make Ichigo realize he liked boys," Isshin said, glancing at him from the corner of his eye.
"Really, now? Grimmjow didn't tell me that," Alric huffed, "but how didn't my kid see that?"
"Grimmjow was straight, and pretty much oblivious. Not to mention, Ichigo was younger and not in his classes. They only happened upon one another occasionally."
"Jeez, he's such a dunce. When he came to me with the news that he was dating a guy, I'll admit I was surprised, only because I'd thought we'd had that conversation already. Couple years ago I asked him if he was gay since all of his friends were, and he told me no, so I dropped it. Guess he changed his mind," Alric chuckled, "Well, they're happy together, that's for sure."
He and Isshin looked towards the opposite end of the bar where their sons sat beside each other, Grimmjow sometimes putting his arm around Ichigo's waist, as he leaned over to hear him over the music, and Ichigo giving Grimmjow looks of pure adoration.
"Yes. Ichigo has smiled more times since he's been with Grimmjow, than he's ever smiled in his life. I'm happy as long as he's happy. It's such a relief to see him not being depressed," Isshin beamed.
"Hear, hear," Alric agreed happily, as he lifted his glass. "May they stay that way."
"Indeed."
Their glasses clinked together gently, and both men fell silent, as they sipped their drinks.
XOXOXOXO
Karakura Town
August 2008
"Are you sure you can drive home?" Ichigo asked skeptically, eyeing Grimmjow.
"I'll be fine, Ichi. Go get some rest," the blunet responded with a loud yawn. "Aren't ya tired? I am."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just...be careful, ok?"
Grimmjow's pearly white teeth were displayed with his next grin, as he pulled Ichigo close and nuzzled his neck. Then he lifted his head slightly, and kissed his lips. Ichigo would never get tired of his boyfriend's kisses.
"Ya worried 'bout me, Ichi?"
"Of course I am. I don't want anything happening to you yet," he teased.
"Yet? What's this 'yet' business?"
"Well, Grimm, the truth is...I'm only using you for sex," he whispered conspiratorially. Grimmjow grinned and shook his head.
"Baka. Even if ya were, ya'd still be stuck with me. Now, go to bed before your sleepy-time sillyness becomes contagious. I'll call ya when I touch down, how 'bout that?" the larger man murmured, before kissing both of Ichigo's cheeks, then his lips.
"Fine. Make sure you call!"
"Yes, dear," Grimmjow answered sarcastically, as he rounded his car, and climbed inside.
"I mean it!"
Grimmjow just smirked, gave him a small wave and peeled out of the lot. Ichigo smiled happily, and made his way into his apartment, headed for the elevator.
Even though Grimmjow's ex had tried to ruin his night by dousing his shirt with alcohol, she'd failed miserably, because tonight had to have been the second best night of his life. His mind was still replaying the hot and heavy moment with Grimmjow in his office. Ichigo really hadn't planned to go that far with his blue-haired boyfriend, but he'd almost been blinded with lust, and it had had nothing to do with the alcohol.
He wanted Grimmjow even more now.
Ichigo wanted to do every naughty thing he could think of and then some to the man. The dancing, the touching, the kissing, and then...what had happened in the office, all added to his anticipation. He was practically squirming just thinking about Grimmjow's smell, his body, his taste, his-
The elevator doors slid open, and Ichigo stepped forward, trying to reign in his dirty thoughts and desires. The ride was silent and surprisingly short, and when the doors slid open again, Ichigo shuffled forward, intent on showering and falling into bed. Four-thirty in the morning. He really was exhausted.
He unlocked his apartment, stepped inside, then shut and relocked the door. Before he could turn around, he was shoved violently against the wooden portal, the left side of his face digging into it. His arms were crossed behind his back, and his attacker had him pressed so closely to the door, movement was impossible.
"Where's your blue bodyguard now, Strawberry?"
Ichigo's eyes widened, as he recognized the voice of his assailant.
Renji.
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