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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 14: SEEDS OF DISCORD
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XOXOXOXO
"Just fuckin' wear it!"
"I don't want to."
God, he was a fuckin' stubborn idiot! Ichigo had only asked the man to wear his gift so it wouldn't be a waste of money, but he kept refusing. So. Ichigo would fight dirty. Turning his scowl into a soft smile, he slowly approached Grimmjow's shirtless back. He was currently rifling through a drawer in the closet and not really paying attention to Ichigo.
Ichigo reached around and ran his hands up Grimmjow's chest, lightly pinching his nipples. He smiled when the man froze and sucked in a sharp breath, knowing he now had the upper hand. Ichigo slowly ran his tongue up the middle of Grimmjow's back, pausing to place soft kisses here and there. Suddenly, the blue-haired man chuckled softly before turning to face Ichigo.
"You little shit," he muttered before capturing Ichigo's lips in a sweet kiss that quickly became heated.
Grimmjow wrapped his arms around Ichigo's waist and pulled him closer as his tongue delved into his mouth. What was he supposed to be doing again? Shit. It seemed like whenever Grimm touched him, his brain turned to mush and his body would instantly respond.
Ichigo yelped when, at that moment, Grimmjow decided to lift him onto the stand of drawers situated in the middle of the large walk-in closet. Moving between Ichigo's legs, Grimmjow continued his assault on his mouth with the added stimulation of running his hands up the red-head's thighs.
Ichigo didn't want to stop...ever, but they'd just had another shower and honestly, he didn't know where the man got his monstrous libido, but Ichigo was sore. So, he reluctantly put his hands on Grimmjow's shoulders and pushed him back gently. He felt bad for getting him started, but he really didn't think the man would react that strongly.
Ichigo gazed into Grimmjow's face uncertainly, only to see him smirking with amusement. Ichigo scowled. Why was he grinning?
"Bet that plan backfired, now didn't it?" Grimmjow asked smugly. Ichigo narrowed his eyes.
"Why won't you just wear the damn thing? It's not like it's hideous or anything," he groused, thoroughly put off that his plan had been, not only seen through, but also countered.
"I like getting you riled up, Berry. I was gonna wear it after the first time you asked." Ichigo grit his teeth, then punched Grimmjow in the chest. Hard.
"Oww! Shit, Berry, it was a fuckin' joke!"
"Jerk!" Ichigo fumed as he jumped from the stand and stormed into the bedroom.
Grimmjow followed close behind laughing quietly as Ichigo shoved himself into a pair of gray skinny jeans with a gray and white striped belt, a form-fitting gray t-shirt, and a white hoodie with gray lettering down the sleeves. Gray and white high-top Converse sneakers finished the outfit.
Ichigo plopped onto the bed to watch Grimmjow dress, still angry as a wet cat. The man was fucking insufferable, that's all there was to it. Why else would he get off on antagonizing him? Grimmjow pulled on a pair of black jeans and the t-shirt Ichigo bought him wearing a wide grin. Moving to the closet, he pulled a black and blue motorcycle jacket from a hanger and found matching boots on the shoe rack. He looked like a model for a motorcycle magazine stepped freshly from the cover.
"Ya ready?" Grimmjow asked. Ichigo nodded and followed him from the bedroom.
"So, where're we goin'?"
"I'm not gonna let you ruin the surprise, Berry."
"Tch," Ichigo noised as they left the apartment and waited for the elevator. Grimmjow pulled him close and nuzzled his hair before kissing him there.
"You look nice," he said softly.
"Thanks, you too," Ichigo commented with a slight blush.
"Tch, I know that! You're the one that looked like you needed some reassurance," Grimmjow stated with a cocky smirk.
"I hate you."
"You do not. You know ya love me."
Soon after the words left Grimmjow's mouth, Ichigo noticed the tiny scowl that pulled at his brow before the man peeked over at him from the corner of his eye. Ichigo grinned. Now who needs reassurance?
They boarded the elevator and as soon as the doors slid shut, Ichigo pressed Grimmjow against the wall and kissed him softly, tugging on his bottom lip with his teeth. He figured he didn't need to say anything since that bridge still had yet to be crossed, so a nice kiss would do...for now.
Grimmjow grasped the back of Ichigo's head and deepened the kiss, parting his lips and sliding in his tongue. Ichigo moaned quietly and fisted the sides of Grimmjow's shirt as he allowed his mind to wander. He was pretty certain that he had feelings for Grimmjow. Really strong feelings. He had given the man his virginity without a second's hesitation and he...shit...who the fuck was he kidding? As he tilted his head back to give the man access to his throat, he finally caved to the emotion that had been floating just beneath the surface of everything for the last three weeks. He was in love with Grimmjow.
XOXOXOXO
Sharp made sure to keep the motorcycle in his sights as he followed a few car lengths behind. Knowing the Sexta's name made it so much easier to find him. Imagine Sharp's surprise in finding the Sexta kissing, none too innocently, the orange-haired man that had attacked him at the fight. So, he has a lover then? Perfect.
XOXOXOXO
Aizen hadn't been this angry since he received the video of Gin's humiliation, and now the source of his anger was no longer the perpetrator, but the victim himself. He knew he had no right to feel that way, but he also felt slighted, even if the younger man didn't mean his actions.
Gin had awakened several days ago in excruciating pain and Aizen had gone to his side to try to comfort him, only to have him flinch and shrink away from him even after recognizing who he was. Gin's ordeal had left him well and truly traumatized and Aizen didn't know how to deal with it. The man wouldn't speak during the times he was awake, he would only lay on the chaise and stare out of the window.
When Aizen asked Szayel about Gin's behavior, he was told that the younger man may or may not recover from the incident. This only made him angrier and made him want to skip toying with Sharp straight to pulling his insides out with his bare hands.
Just then, Gin cried out in pain, but Szayel was at his side administering a pain killer almost immediately. Aizen inwardly sighed as he reclined in the large office chair. This was a very unpleasant development indeed.
XOXOXOXO
Grimmjow smiled as he watched the berry lose his mind flitting from one exhibition to the next. He had taken him to a car show put on by Karakura's most prominent custom car designers, the Vipers. This particular show featured only motorcycles of all genres. Sport, off-road, touring, you name it, it was there.
Ever since he found out that the berry held the same enthusiasm he did for bikes, he'd been planning to bring him to one of these shows. The Vipers always outdid themselves and the exhibitions were one-of-a-kind.
"Oh, wow, look at this Grimm!" Ichigo called out excitedly.
Grimmjow made his way to the hyper berry and raised his eyebrows in appreciation of the custom, fire engine-red Kawasaki Ninja ZX-6R. It was a magnificent machine.
"It's nice," he commented.
"Nice?" Ichigo stated incredulously. "No, clothes are nice. This is incredible!"
Grimmjow laughed in response but his laughter abruptly died when he spotted a familiar face in the crowd, leering directly across from him. For the rest of his life, he would never forget that face.
The man smiled when he realized that Grimmjow noticed him, then pointedly glanced at the berry and back to him with a raised brow. Grimmjow almost lost it when the man held up a phone, snapped a picture of Ichigo, then took off into the crowd.
Pushing past people roughly, some even being shoved to the floor, Grimmjow ran in pursuit. He wouldn't let that fucker get away with threatening his berry. Fuck that. He ran from the building and into the large parking lot where he stopped to search for the man. FUCK! He didn't see him anywhere. There were too many cars and too many fucking people.
Grimmjow was in the midst of catching his breath and still searching for the man, when he noticed the berry running towards him. Ichigo's eyes were wide and confused as he pulled up next to Grimmjow.
"Grimm, what happened? Why'd you run off like that?"
Grimmjow just stared at Ichigo, unsure of what to tell him, before redirecting his gaze to the many surrounding cars. He still couldn't understand how the man could disappear so quickly and efficiently.
"Grimmjow!" Ichigo snapped. "What the fuck?"
True, he didn't have to tell the berry what and who he saw, but if that asshole tried anything with Ichigo, he would be unprepared. At least with what Grimmjow knew, he could watch his back whenever they weren't together.
"I saw him."
"Saw who?" The berry was getting frustrated.
"The man who tried to kill me. Sharp."
Ichigo's eyes narrowed and he immediately whipped his head around, searching the parking lot. His normally soft and warm brown eyes were hard and shining with rage. If Grimmjow hadn't been so angry himself, he probably would've been turned on by the protective behavior of the berry.
"That ain't what's botherin' me though. The fucker was right across from us at that last exhibition and when I spotted him he just fuckin' smiled. Then he looked at you and took a picture," Grimmjow rumbled angrily.
"And you're worried that he's gonna come after me? I'd like to see him try."
"Well, I'd rather not."
"What the fuck? I'm not helpless, I can take care of myself!" The berry was shouting, obviously upset, but dammit so was he.
"Funny, I said the same fuckin' thing and look how that turned out. I damn near died because of that pussy!"
"That was different! You had no idea he was going to cheat and try to kill you!"
"How the fuck is that different? You have no idea what that coward has planned! This ain't the fuckin' ring, Berry, there ain't no rules out here!" Grimmjow yelled.
They were nose-to-nose, eyes spitting pure fire and body language intensely hostile, but Grimmjow wasn't about to back down. He refused to let anything happen to the berry. God, just the thought...
"So, you think I'm weak?" the berry asked quietly. Dangerously.
"Don't put fuckin' words in my mouth!" Grimmjow snarled.
"Then what is it? Why don't you think I can handle one man?" Was he insane? One man?
"You don't know if it's one man or not! He could be workin' with somebody or somethin' and then what? You ain't invincible!"
"Is this because I almost lost my fight? You don't think I'm capable of taking care of myself? Like I don't know how to watch my fuckin' back?" Oh, for heaven's sake...
"What the fuck are you talkin' about?"
"Forget it. I think I'm just gonna go. I'll talk to you some other time, Grimmjow," the berry stated and began walking away.
Grimmjow grabbed his arm and hauled him back until the berry's chest was pressed against his. He knew he should calm down, but he hadn't expected the sick feeling that roiled in his gut at the sight of the berry walking away from him. It had scared the shit out of him. Ichigo was glaring daggers at him and, had he been a lesser man, he probably would've been afraid.
"Let me go," the berry said softly. Grimmjow grit his teeth.
"No."
"Get. The fuck. Off of me." Grimmjow wrinkled his nose in anger and snarling, gripped the berry's arm tighter.
"I. Said. No."
The berry reared back like he was about to punch him, but stopped, his eyes going soft and his expression defeated. After staring at Grimmjow for what seemed like hours, he finally spoke.
"Grimmjow, I'm not some fuckin' woman you need to keep sheltered and protect all the time," he said, frustration lacing his tone.
"I never said you were. I know you're not weak and I know you can take care of yourself. It's just with this fuckin' guy, I'm not sure about anything. He's a coward and plays dirty and you...I can't..." Grimmjow shook his head, unable to find the words to finish his sentence. The berry cocked his head to the right and considered him for a moment before wrapping his arms around his waist and pressing a kiss to his neck.
"I misunderstood you. I apologize for that," he whispered. Grimmjow breathed a sigh of relief and hugged back.
"S'ok, I shouldn'a yelled at you. You wanna go back inside?" he asked.
"Nah, I'm fuckin' starvin'," the berry said as he pulled back and glanced around. "I don't remember where you parked."
"That's cuz you stopped payin' attention to the parking lot as soon as you recognized the building," Grimmjow muttered. Ichigo nodded.
"True. So where are we?"
"Tch, come on, it's this way."
As Grimmjow led the berry to where Desgarron was parked, his thoughts went back to the current situation. He didn't trust that sneaky son of a bitch and he had a bad feeling he was threatening to harm Ichigo. Grimmjow clenched his fists and snarled silently. He would die before he let something happen to the berry.
XOXOXOXO
Oh, this was perfect. Watching the Sexta and the orange-haired man had proven exactly what he'd thought. They cared about one another a great deal and Sharp was looking forward to torturing the Sexta.
Letting himself be seen had all been part of his plan. He wanted the blue-haired freak to worry and become paranoid, never knowing when Sharp intended to strike. Now that he had a picture of the orange-haired one, he would be able to get information on him and find a way to get to him through that method.
Ahhh, revenge was indeed sweet.
XOXOXOXO
Two Days Later
"That's what he said. I didn't see the guy at all so I couldn't tell you," Ichigo said softly.
"Wow!" Shinji exclaimed.
The lights from the club were spinning and blinking, making the swaying and gyrating bodies on the dancefloor look like a scene from a horror film. Ichigo and Shinji were posted at a private booth towards the back thanks to Shinji's "connections".
The popular club, Soul Society, was crawling with people in various stages of inebriation, Ichigo well on his way to being one as well. Shinji had called and insisted they go out to drink instead of staying in like Ichigo had requested, so they'd ended up at Soul Society.
Ichigo was on his second drink, some concoction called a "blue motherfucker". He giggled drunkenly at the name, making Shinji glance at him with an amused glint in his eyes and a raised brow.
"How come you're not drunk?" Ichigo asked. "This stuff's strong."
"That's coz the drink you have is an assortment of different types of alcohol. It's stronger than what I have and besides...you're a friggin' light-weight."
"What are you drinkin'?"
"Apple Martini," Shinji chuckled. "So where's this guy you invited?"
"Oh, Shuuhei? He said he was comin'."
Ichigo put his drink down and took a few breaths. His head was a little fuzzy and he felt like he could go for some fresh air. He wasn't completely wasted, but he was definitely tipsy...as hell.
"Does Grimmjow know about this guy? And speaking of Grimmjow, I thought he was comin' too?"
"There's nothin' to know. Shuuhei's jus' a friend. And Grimm is supposed to be meeting me here. He had somethin' to do first."
"Oh. And yeah, a friend that just so happens to like you. Hey, that him?"
Ichigo looked over his shoulder and spotted Shuuhei making his way towards them. He was wearing a black t-shirt with a white skull on the front, black jeans with a black studded belt and black and white Converse sneakers. Two black leather, studded wristbands adorned his wrists. He looked hot.
"Yo," he stated once he was close enough to be heard clearly.
"'Sup," Ichigo slurred. Shuuhei grinned and glanced at Shinji before holding his hand out.
"Shuuhei Hisagi. You must be Shinji." Shinji's eyebrows were at his hairline and his eyes were wide as saucers as he shook Shuuhei's hand.
"Yeah," was all he said. "I'm gonna take the drunk out for some air. You can wait for us here," Shinji hurriedly said as he grabbed Ichigo's arm and bustled them away.
"Oi, slow down," Ichigo muttered as they exited the building through a back door, where Shinji wedged the door open with a rock in order for them to get back inside.
"Ichigo! That's Shuuhei?" Shinji squeaked. Ichigo frowned in confusion as he leaned against the wall of the building with his hands in his pockets.
"Yeah, you know him?"
"He fights in the underground arena too! He fought Nnoitra once! He lost, but he was still pretty fuckin' good!"
This news completely sobered Ichigo. Shuuhei fought in Hueco Mundo? What a small fuckin' world! He wondered if it was safe to tell Shuuhei that he was an Espada. Probably not.
"C'mon, let's go back," Shinji said before grabbing the rock that held the door open and tossing it.
Ichigo followed him inside feeling much better thanks to the air and the news about Shuuhei. He spotted the mop of black hair at the table and noticed the man had his head down like he was studying something in his lap.
"Whatcha doin'?" Ichigo asked curiously as he sat across from Shuuhei and beside Shinji in the circular booth.
"Readin'."
"Oh? Reading what?" Shinji put in.
"Nothin' particular. What were you guys having?" Shuuhei asked, smoothly changing the subject, Ichigo noticed.
Suddenly, Ichigo's phone vibrated in his pocket. It was Renji. What was he doing texting him this late? Renji was like a housewife these days, usually asleep by ten.
Tell Shinji to come to the front and get me in there. This line is fucked!
Ichigo's eyebrows raised as he typed a reply.
What the hell are you doin' here? And why are you up so late, old lady?
Fuck you! You didn't think I was gonna miss you gettin' plastered for the first time ever, didja?
Ichigo glared daggers at Shinji as he realized that Shinji must've said something to Renji. Question was, what did he tell him?
"Shin, ya gotta go let Renji in," Ichigo said calmly, searching the blond's face for some type of reaction. And bingo! There was the guilty look. "What did you tell him?" He whispered vehemently.
"Just that we're celebrating the loss of your virginity," Shinji responded sheepishly.
Ichigo's eyes widened and he was pretty sure his face was every shade of red imaginable. He glanced at Shuuhei uncomfortably, to find him smirking. When he turned back to Shinji, he realized the blond had disappeared.
"Congrats, by the way," Shuuhei drawled as he twirled a stirring straw in a drink that Ichigo hadn't even noticed he'd ordered.
He was completely mortified. How could Shinji do that to him? True, Ichigo would've told Renji himself sooner or later, but that was it right there! He would have told him. Now, not only did Renji know and was sure to ask the most embarrassing questions, but Shuuhei, someone he'd only just befriended, now knew his business. Ichigo sipped his drink leisurely. He was going to kill Shinji.
At that moment, Renji plopped down next to Ichigo wearing the biggest grin he could manage and Shinji slunk into the seat beside Shuuhei.
"You're gonna die, Shinji," Ichigo said through clenched teeth, to which Shinji winced.
"Aww, c'mon now. It's not that bad, Ichigo," Shuuhei commented. Ichigo noticed Renji's eyebrows shoot upwards as Shuuhei spoke.
"Renji, and you are?" Renji questioned, a slight frown settling across his features.
"Shuuhei. Ichigo's told me all about you and your other friends." Renji glanced back and forth between Ichigo and Shuuhei before his mouth opened in an "O" of surprise.
"Ich, is this...your boyfriend?" He asked innocently, but Ichigo choked on his drink, spluttering noisily. Shuuhei chuckled and reached across the table taking Ichigo's hand that had been resting there. Lifting it to his lips, he winked and kissed Ichigo's knuckles.
Ichigo snatched his hand away and frowned. What the hell was Shuuhei doing? Before he could respond to Renji's question, a deep voice cut across the music.
"Am I interruptin' somethin'?" Ichigo winced. Grimmjow would show up right at that moment.
Ichigo looked up towards irritated blue eyes and gulped. Grimmjow was glaring at Shuuhei with fire-spitting eyes and had his hands shoved in his pockets, but damn did he look good. He was wearing a form-fitting white t-shirt, light-blue jeans with the hems worn as if he'd been stepping on them, and a pair of black and white Converse sneakers. It was the first time Ichigo had seen the man wearing anything on his feet other than his motorcycle boots and he thought it was sexy. Ichigo cleared his throat and slid over to make room for him.
"No, these are my friends. You already know Shinji, and this is Renji and that's Shuuhei," he said nervously. Grimmjow was still shooting Shuuhei a death glare that would have withered the strongest man, but Shuuhei only grinned benignly. Finally, he sat down next to Ichigo although his eyes never left Shuuhei's. "Guys, this is Grimmjow."
At that, Grimmjow finally turned to Ichigo with a wide grin before leaning over and kissing him, and not an innocent peck on the lips, oh no, but a kiss full of tongue and lip nibbling. When Grimmjow pulled back with a cocky smirk, Ichigo just knew his face was blood-red. Renji's eyes were wide with his lips parted in shock, Shinji wore a grin similar to the Joker from Batman, and Shuuhei...had narrowed his eyes? Ichigo inwardly shrugged and glanced at Renji, waiting for the inevitable interrogation.
"Oh," was all Renji managed. "That's h-him."
Ichigo chuckled. What was wrong with the pineapple head? Normally he would begin a first-class inquisition whenever one of them was dating someone. Not that Ichigo had ever been a victim, but he thought for sure that now it was his turn. Especially after what Shinji had told him and after seeing with his own eyes Ichigo kissing Grimmjow as if his life depended on it.
"So you're the guy that Ichigo's seeing," Shuuhei stated with a sly smirk. Ichigo didn't like that look at all because he knew Grimmjow was already...displeased...with what Shuuhei had done earlier, so he didn't need the man instigating a confrontation. Grimmjow raised a brow and sat back in the seat with his hands back in his pockets.
"Yeah, so?"
"Just curious of the competition."
Ichigo's mouth fell open. What the fuck was Shuuhei doing? They had already agreed to being friends, so what the fuck was he talking about? Ichigo chanced a glance at Grimmjow and grimaced. Grimmjow's eyes were glittering ominously and even though his face was nearly expressionless, Ichigo could see the vein standing out on his neck and his left eyebrow was twitching.
"Competition, huh?" Grimmjow asked quietly as his gaze lowered to the floor. The hairs on the back of Ichigo's neck stood on end, alerting him further to Grimmjow's dangerous mood, so he decided that now would be a good time to say something before blood was shed.
"There is no competition, Shuuhei. We're friends, that's all. I'm only seeing Grimmjow," Ichigo said firmly and was relieved to see Shuuhei smile.
"I know. Was just messin' with him," he said calmly.
Grimmjow narrowed his eyes as he brought them back up to Shuuhei's and mercifully Shinji decided to diffuse the situation by suggesting another round of drinks. Ichigo used that time to speak quietly with Grimmjow.
"You ok?" He asked. Grimmjow slowly glared at Ichigo from the corner of his eye.
"That's your friend? Where the hell'd you meet him? I don't remember hearing his name when you told me about your friends," Grimmjow said sullenly. Ichigo grinned devilishly.
"You're jealous," he stated as if it was an epiphany and Grimmjow just pursed his lips.
"So what if I am?" He finally answered.
Ichigo reached up to play with the hair at the nape of Grimmjow's neck and leaned close to his ear. He slowly licked the shell and smiled when the blue-haired man shivered and growled low in his throat.
"Berry," Grimmjow murmured.
"You don't need to worry. I'm not interested in anyone but a blue-haired, arrogant, rude idiot. Know him?"
"You forgot good-looking."
Ichigo rolled his eyes, went back to his drink and started a conversation with the others. He knew things were still a little awkward between Shuuhei and Grimmjow, but at least Grimmjow wasn't glaring at him anymore.
"So, you took my friend's virginity?" Renji asked, wearing a stern expression and Ichigo face-palmed. What the fuck did he do to deserve this?
XOXOXOXO
"Ichigo Kurosaki, age nineteen. Father, Isshin Kurosaki, owner of Kurosaki Clinic. Two younger sisters, Yuzu Kurosaki and Karin Kurosaki. Normal kid. He's going to the university downtown, studying Radiology. I've got addresses too. What do you want me to do, Sharp?"
"Nothing for now. I'll decide on that soon. Just be on standby until I need you, Takuya."
"Alright. So, I'm all done here tonight then?"
"Yeah, thanks."
"See ya, Sharp."
Sharp was seated behind his desk in his private office, smiling smugly at the ease of everything. He held valuable information about the Sexta's little lover and he absolutely couldn't wait to execute his plan.
Keiji was doing only mildly better and he felt he needed to direct his anger somewhere if he couldn't do it with Aizen just yet. Besides, he still had to settle the score for Luppi since the stubborn blue-haired asshole was still alive. He won't be so lucky next time.
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