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Warrior	By : NeemaAdaeze Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 6033 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 14
- 15
- 16
Anyway, I'm gonna add a little ByaRen moment, since I felt like their relationship was lacking a bit in the story. Also.... because of the fact that Kubo had killed off Byakuya, even though I wrote out the scenes the days before! Boo on him!
Warrior by Boogermeister
Chapter 15- Interests vs. Infatuation
"You're kidding me! I get to fight in the primus, Byakuya?" Renji questioned in the mix of disbelief and excitement, as he practically pounced onto his master's lap on the large bed. But Byakuya merely blinked at him and sighed, twirling Renji's crimson hair between his slender fingers.
"Well.... yes, and no," he replied, and the red-head's grin faltered at that.
"Huh? What do you mean?" he frowned. "I am fighting in the final battle, right? What makes of Grimmjow, now that I think about it? Is he still a champion?"
"Of course he is still the champion, as he had won his last battle regarding lions and tigers, remember?" he muttered.
"Oh right.... I caught him eating one of those beasts raw," he grimaced slightly. "Guess he was caught in his own bloodlust that it was almost disturbing."
"Well, I believe that it'll be toned down in the next match, Renji," nodded Byakuya. "Grimmjow will be fighting against five fighters in the primus, and he requested you to assist him in the battle."
"Me? Why? I had thought he would like to fight on his own," Renji frowned in slight confusion.
"On the contrary, I was told that Grimmjow wished to see you in action, considering that he had never gotten the chance to see it." Renji blinked in interest before sitting back, staring at his beloved master who nodded truthfully. "True, Grimmjow is the champion since his battle with that giant, but with you standing beside him, there's a fairly good chance that you'll gain a title close to his own should both of you win."
"Yes.... but there's a good chance we might lose, or even get killed," Renji frowned in concerned, but was responded with a caress on his cheek.
"You are a gladiator, Renji.... fear of death shouldn't be of your concern," stated Byakuya. Renji sighed but put up a small smile as he leaned against his chest. He felt the slim hands gently combing through his hair, before he glanced up.
"That's not it, Byakuya," he sighed. "Every time I go into battle, I only fear of not seeing you again and being sent to the afterlife...."
"Oh, that makes sense if I were to see it in your way," Byakuya said in a matter-of-factly tone.
"Master...." Renji frowned at him, but Byakuya gave him a serious gaze.
"I'm not finished.... I was about to say that I am just as afraid for your safety in the arena," he muttered. "I may not look like it, but there were times when I thought you were going to die in battle and my heart would freeze whenever I saw your blood spilled...."
".... This is the first time I've heard of this, Master," Renji sighed in surprise. "All these years-- true, I always knew that you cheered me on during my fights.... but I didn't know you care that much for me." His master responded with a deep sigh and caressed at Renji's cheek. He could feel the slight abrasions and old scars on the skin from years of fighting.
"You should never doubt me for that reason, Renji," he muttered, but Renji simply grinned at him.
"I never had, and never will," he grinned, leaning to capture his lip into a soft kiss. "So.... guess I have to learn teamwork with the Gaul today, huh?"
"If you wish to win, I suppose so," nodded Byakuya.
"Well, let's hope that his bloodlust won't go over his head and he goes after me," he joked lightly.
Meanwhile....
Nel noticed the strange air between Ichigo and Grimmjow and it had been nagging her all morning. It was like the time when they were acting different after the teen mentioned about being attacked by Ginjou. But this time it was different, as she walked past the garden. She saw Grimmjow sitting by the fountain, simply staring off into space as he picked at his half-eaten bread. Instead of looking snarky or pissed off around her, Grimmjow's expression seemed blank, as if his mind was being pre-occupied with something else. Nel wasn't sure what to make sense of it, as she found him in the same position in the garden a moment later, after she had done a chore. Was there something bothering him?
Ichigo didn't fare any better, either, as he just laid in his bed with Zangetsu next to him. He had been that way since waking up, petting through the dog's silky black fur every once in a while. Nel had already asked him if he was feeling all right, but he only muttered out a 'yeah' in a dismissive manner, as if his mind was on something else. Just like Grimmjow. She found it rather strange, but wasn't sure whether to ask if there was anything that was bothering him. And, for once, she doesn't believe that Grimmjow was the reason of it, as the Gaul possibly had the same problem.
Making up her mind, she stepped up to the absentminded man and sighed deeply. ".... Grimmjow?" she muttered out. As if snapping out of his trance, Grimmjow blinked and glanced up at her, only to frown a little when he realized who it was.
"What is it you want, woman?" he frowned.
"Um.... I was wondering, if you were feeling okay," she muttered. "You seemed a little out of it, like something's on your mind." Grimmjow blinked at her, but was still frowning as he shook his head.
"It's none of your concern, woman, I was just thinking," he grumbled.
"And what is it that you're thinking about, exactly?" asked Nel. Grimmjow ignored her, taking a huge chomp out of his bread, but the taste was dry without water to drink with. "Well.... whatever it is, it concerns me anyway because it involves Ichigo," she frowned.
"Hmph, it's nothing to worry about, it's probably a man thing for all you know...." grumbled Grimmjow.
"If it is a man thing, then you don't mind talking to him about it, right?" That question almost startled the Gaul, and he coughed on his food before he managed to swallow the bite down. Was she serious about that? He quickly believed that there was nothing to talk about, believing that Ichigo was thinking about what else happened yesterday. When Ginjou dared to make threats after the teen told him off.
".... Whatever it is, it's for him to deal with alone," he grumbled, trying to change the subject as he took another bite. "I had problems growing up but I dealt with it myself, and I turned out all right."
"Being drenched in blood after winning a gladiator fight is not considered all right, Grimmjow," frowned Nel. "Fine, don't tell me then.... yesterday, both of you were fine when you came home but something had to happen if neither of you aren't talking about it. What was it? Did it involve you training Ichigo and--"
"Nothing happened, woman....!" Grimmjow scowled at her, and abruptly stood up. But he immediately glared away as he felt a tingling sensation in his cheeks. The memory of Ichigo on his lap flashed in his mind and he mentally shuddered in surprise of his reaction of it. He couldn't possibly have a positive feeling about it, which had resulted in having an arousal.... "Shit....! The kid's just having his moments, everyone has them once in a while! Why do you keep being persistent on it?"
".... Sorry, I didn't mean to push on it," nodded Nel, but her hunch was saying otherwise as she pursed her lips. "But if it's possible.... please get Ichigo out of his bed, I believe you two have to go back to the ludus, right?" Grimmjow exhaled before frowning again, finally turning to face her.
"You know, you're still too damn persistent, woman," he scoffed with annoyance.
"Might as well be, I already told you that I've raised Ichigo since he was a baby," she said with a shrug. "I can't help being over-protective for him, that's all...."
"Tch, fine then...." grumbled Grimmjow as he left the garden. But his disgruntlement soon dissipated into what felt like a form of anxiety now, with every step getting closer to the stairs. He let out a very deep huff, so it seemed that Ichigo was also out of it over the incident. Maybe the teen felt ashamed about the boundaries being crossed and wasn't sure how to deal with it. "Hmm, that has to be it...." he muttered to himself, walking up the stairs. He then walked down the hallway for Ichigo's room and peeked in. Ichigo was in there, slumped in his bed with his dog, but didn't notice the Gaul was walking in.
Almost immediately, Zangetsu perked his ears up and glanced over the teen to see Grimmjow. He huffed out a quiet bark, catching Ichigo's attention as the teen sat up. "Zangetsu....?" he muttered.
"You're up, kid?" Grimmjow muttered, and saw Ichigo being startled a little before the surprised brown eyes glanced up at him. "Morning.... you feeling okay?" he asked.
"Um, yeah, I'm fine...." nodded Ichigo, though his gaze shyly flickered down to his lap.
"Really, because that woman was nagging about you and wanted me to check up on you," frowned Grimmjow as he stepped closer. "Is there something wrong, kid?" he asked.
".... No, not really," he shook his head. "I was just thinking about random things." Grimmjow just glanced at him as he sighed deeply. But he didn't want to press the matter further, as he then shrugged.
"Oh well.... can we go now, kid?"
"Oh, right.... yeah, we need to go," nodded Ichigo as he got up. He glanced at Grimmjow but he quickly looked away before walking past him. He could feel the blush tingling in his cheeks, but he couldn't admit what was happening to him. It was like there was something peculiar he was feeling but he wasn't sure how to explain it, even to himself. "Um, you're ready to train alongside Renji today....?" he attempted to pick up a conversation as they went downstairs.
"Yeah, it's gonna be an interesting day," Grimmjow smirked, but it was half-hearted as he sensed the tension coming out of the teen. He would like to ask if Ichigo was really all right but held back his words. It was already complicated enough, with or without talking to each other.
(Blood and Sand)
"From one type of shit to another, huh?" Renji smirked at Grimmjow, who just frowned at him. "What's with that face, Grimmjow? It was your idea to have me fighting alongside you, wasn't it?"
"Yes.... but I didn't expect for us to get shackled to one another," he scoffed, as he glared down at his ankle that was cuffed with a rusty iron ring. The ring was attached to a fairly long rope leading to Renji's own ankle, but the red-head didn't seem to mind about the handicap. "Is this gonna be this way when we get into the arena? Grimmjow scoffed. "I swear, I thought I had enough being shackled during the slave trade."
"Heh, it's not that bad," smirked Renji, kicking his foot up to see the loose ring rattle. "We'd be able to take down our opponent we stick together."
"And to do so, they'll tie us with ropes, right?" frowned Grimmjow.
"No, not really.... just actual iron chains," he nodded.
"Fuck me," the Gaul growled.
"Quit your belly-aching! You will learn how to cooperate with one another as other fighters charge at you!" scowled Kenpachi nearby and Grimmjow frowned at him. He didn't have any animosity against the Doctore like before, but he found his intimidating demeanor and scary voice rather annoying after a while. "Okay.... I have volunteers to beat your sorry asses," he huffed. " If both of you can find a way to work as one and manage to take down at least half of them, then you're at least a lesser shit than you are now."
"Tch, thought I was the best shit for the past couple of weeks," smirked Grimmjow, and Kenpachi simply grinned back at him in response. "What? You know it's true, Doctore. After all, I am the Champion."
"You're still shit to me untill you prove yourself, you little pup," he grinned. "Men, take your position!" he barked out an order, and almost instantly there were about seven or eight men surrounded the two fighters. Grimmjow eyed carefully at them, trying to see any form of weakness or strength, but blinked in disbelief as his eyes settled on the one person he least expected.
"Huh, what's he doing here?" he muttered.
"Huh? Who....?" frowned Renji, staring at his direction.
"Ikkaku's 'woman', over there...." frowned Grimmjow, staring at Yumi who was holding his wooden sword nonchalantly, as if he looked inexperienced of using the weapon. "You can't possibly think someone like him would dare to go against me."
"Why not? He's got enough talent for a decent fighter," Renji smirked a little. "Although he rejects being a galadiator, saying that it looks dirty and savage."
"Tch, we'll see," Grimmjow smirked back.
".... Begin!" Kenpachi called out with a snap of his whip. As if they shared the exact same mind, the men charged at them at once. With the fake swords and shields in hands, Grimmjow and Renji moved to deflect the opponents' attacks, the rope on their ankles tugged the moment they were too far apart from one another.
"Ah! Shit....!" Grimmjow scowled in surprise when he nearly tripped on himself, but stumbled back to parry strikes from a few opponents. Renji was just as quick to back up, remembering the limitation they had as he went defensive with his shield to block out the attacks. Grimmjow felt the back of his partner against his own and he realized that they were already cornered. "Damn!" he hissed the moment Yumi went on the offense and he instantly parried against him. Guess he shouldn't have underestimated the effeminate man as he felt a decent amount of strength coming from him.
"Shit! Watch where you're going, Grimmjow....!" Renji hissed when he felt the Gaul accidentally jabbed his elbow at him.
"Tch, well it's hard to fight with us being huddled together like fucking cattles!" he scowled back, before hissing in pain when he felt a sharp strike at his side. "Fuck....!" he hissed before Yumi and another opponent overpowered him. He attempted to counterattack, but he tripped over the rope and fell back to the sandy ground. Grimmjow gasped in absolute surprise, he couldn't believe that he had gotten himself overwhelmed like that.
"Shit, get up....!" Renji called out but the small distraction was enough for the other men to rush him, and he in turn tumbled to the ground as well. "Fucking shit...!" he scowled in pain, but only managed to block the last strike.
"All right, enough....!" Kenpachi yelled out, snapping his whip. "Leave these shitty pups alone for now!" The men backed away, as Renji and Grimmjow groaned in pain but mostly out of embarrassment on the ground. "Tch, look at this, men.... the so-called 'Champion of Rome', the 'God of Rain', those titles honestly mean shit to me if he couldn't handle the attacks from all sides let alone using the advantage of his partner as his own! And because of that, he still need to train no matter what! He's nothing but a shitty little pup....!" All of those points aimed at Grimmjow, who gritted his teeth in annoyance as he got to his knees. As much as that was meant to insult him, he had to admit that his first attempt of this practice was too chaotic even with the red-head as his partner.
Speaking of which, Renji huffed when he stood up and he frowned at Grimmjow, who frowned back. "What a great way to start our training," he said sarcastically.
"I'm new to this type of shit, so don't blame me," he frowned.
"Tch, I'm not but I might if you keep fucking this up," Renji muttered as he then smirked. "You have to get used to this rope and figure out a way how to move around without compromising us. And don't forget.... you wanted me to help you out so you must take it as a form of opportunity."
"All right, I get it...." sighed Grimmjow, nodding his head. Under the tamed glare of the sunlight, he glanced up at the small balcony. As usual, Ichigo was there, conversing with Urahara over what had happened just moments ago. The teen appeared concerned but nothing out of the ordinary for now. But earlier, Grimmjow could sense the awkwardness coming from him and he himself couldn't help feeling iffy around him. Who could blame him, especially since his body reacted against him from Ichigo being on his lap. He still felt confused about it, how could he have liked that form of contact? And from a teenage boy, no less.
Ichigo briefly stopped talking and gazed down at Grimmjow, who caught his eyes before quickly looking away. The teen frowned lightly in confusion, he wondered why Grimmjow was acting introverted around him since this morning, as if he didn't wish to mention about what happened yesterday between them. He couldn't blame him, the Gaul preferred being around women so Grimmjow would feel odd from having someone like him on top of the older man. He sighed, watching Grimmjow trying to work out the practice with Renji, as his mind wandered. He only knew the blunet for little over two months now.... yet he found it hard to even believe that he was feeling something about him.
".... Worry about Grimmjow, Ichigo?" Urahara questioned, catching the teen's attention.
"Oh, well.... no, not really," he sighed deeply. "He'll figure out a way to win this fight, I just know it."
"Ah, I see," he nodded. "Yoruichi's a little miffed that he won't get to fight animals again, but she's still excited about what's coming up in the next week. You think he can handle having Renji attached to him?"
"Yeah, it was actually Grimmjow's idea to have him around," muttered Ichigo. Down below, he could see Grimmjow manuevuring with the rope attached to his ankle as he and Renji parried and attacked against their opponents. The man was too pre-occupied with his training and Ichigo was mentally grateful for that. He didn't want the embarrassment to hinder his slave's skills. But.... he wasn't sure if Grimmjow was thinking the same thing right now, if the innappropiate contact was on his mind even as he was ferociously going against the fighters.
"Is.... there something else on your mind, Ichigo?" Urahara asked, observing Ichigo's slightly surprised reaction as the teen looked up at him. "You always watch Grimmjow as he trains and fights.... but something's a bit off with you today." He saw Ichigo seemingly bristled at the mention of it, but quickly calmed down as he shook his head.
"No, maybe I must be tired, that's all," he shrugged.
"Uh-huhh...." the lanista then grinned, before looking down at the training ground. "From what I've noticed all day.... you've been gazing at the Gaul in a different way than those other days. Care to tell me why?"
".... Um, I don't think you need to know about it, Urahara," Ichigo muttered, shaking his head. "I don't think it's not that serious to discuss about--"
"Ah, but it does matter, considering that your relationship with Grimmjow still looks complicated to the eye," he replied. "I'm sure whatever it could be, I hope it's not that serious." Ichigo just stared at him with increduity, he knew that Urahara was rather eccentric in nature but can be serious in certain times. But he wasn't sure which was he this time.
"Okay, fine...." Ichigo said before inhaling deeply. "I believe.... I might be having some sort of feeling towards Grimmjow, in these past few days...." From hearing that, Urahara pursed his lips together and hummed with interest as he nodded. But Ichigo was waiting apprehensively for any more reactions. Even though he had finally admitted it, he wasn't sure if he can believe it himself.
"I see.... now tell me what's the real problem, Ichigo," Urahara calmly said. Ichigo nearly jolted in shock, only to then glare at the man in disbelief.
"Wh-what are you saying! That was true, Urahara....!" he scowled, though embarrassing blush was tingling in his cheeks.
"Hah, I know what you just said is true, can't I joke around once in a while?" grinned Urahara. "So.... you believe that you're having a crush on your slave, right, Ichigo?"
"Well.... well, I don't really know, Urahara," sighed Ichigo after calming down a little. "Before, I wanted to have him as a friend. But now that we are friends, I find myself seeing something different in him. I don't know what to do about it, especially after.... an incident that happened yesterday."
"Oh, and what did happen exactly?" he asked although he was childishly curious about it as he beamed brightly. Ichigo just frowned at him and shook his head, but it was something he couldn't really wish it away just like that.
"Long story short, I fell over him and found myself straddling his waist," he frowned lightly.
"I see... well then, what are you going to do about it now?" sighed Urahara, for once he went serious though on a lighter extent. "As the master, you could find out by.... well, you can force your slave for sexual reasons," he added and Ichigo nearly shuddered at the thought.
"As if I could ever do that...." scoffed Ichigo.
"I understand that," nodded Urahara. "Guess the next best thing is to talk to him about it--"
"But he might try to dissuade the conversation or probably not talk to me at all about it," he sighed deeply.
"But he must, Ichigo...." said the lanista, his folded fan poking at the teen's shoulder. "After all, this is the case between master and slave. Especially since the master has a crush on said slave...." Ichigo frowned at that before his eyes settled back to the training ground. So far, Grimmjow momentarily ranted about limitation as he couldn't reach his opponents while Renji tuned him out by picking at his ears. He still wasn't sure why it was happening, as he had never like this before in his life. Disregarding women, there were no other men whom he had feelings for. Even though Ginjou had wanted him, it was totally different as the army commander was willing to sexually attack him in order to get what he wants.
But Grimmjow seemed different than the other males here. Maybe it was his personality or the fact that he was from Gaul and that his way of thinking contradicted against those in the Roman society. It could anything or everything about him that Ichigo wanted to know. And yet he was still apprehensive about talking to Grimmjow tonight, but this is something he wished to get over it. And soon....
"And another thing, how long is this fucking rope anyway?" scowled Grimmjow, glaring down at the rope as if it was cursed. "How will we hack people down if it's not long enough....?"
"Geez, you nag so much more than fighting!" huffed Renji. "You gotta find a way to get used to it, I already told you that....!"
"But this is really ridiculous, Renji, why do we really need this rope?" he scoffed.
"The Romans like to see the challenges given to fighters, it makes things more excited," the red-head sighed in exasperation. "The rope itself is about the length of four grown men, that's decent enough for us to move around without any hinderance."
"Tch, you seem to know a lot about this shit," scoffed Grimmjow.
"Well, I've done this shit before," Renji replied. "I barely managed to win that fight while my partner.... Well, let's just say that I had to chop off his foot to fight after he foolishly attempted to wander off."
"Wander off?"
"Yeah, being surrounded by a dozen gladiators had overwhelmed him and he tried to drag me along with him. Unfortunately, they went after him like a pack of hungry wolves."
"Shit...." grumbled Grimmjow, shaking his head.
"Yeah.... so don't let me cut off your foot if you fuck it up," Renji said with joking smirk. "Just calm down and think things through before charging ahead. Sometimes it's better that way."
"Tch, I bet you'd like that, me getting hacked up into pieces while you get all the glory," sighed Grimmjow, and Renji responded with a chuckle.
"Someday, I will...." he laughed. Grimmjow smirked a little and shook his head, before his eyes flickered up at the balcony. He saw Ichigo noticing his gaze before the teen put a light smile. He wondered if he was worrying too much about the incident, but he wasn't sure whether or not it would be blown over. It won't be on his side, though....
(Blood and Sand)
Absentmindedly nibbling on grapes, Ichigo nodded as he listened to his father's days of work during late dinner, after the young twins already went to bed. It was typically the same thing, as his father then complained melodramatically about missing his family after being gone in cities and towns near Rome for days at a time. Most of the time, Ichigo would tune out, as he then picked a piece of cooked poultry to eat. ".... Maybe one of these days, Ichigo here will follow after my footsteps to import the needs of Rome," Isshin remarked happily, patting his son on the shoulder.
"Hm, if you say so, Father...." shrugged Ichigo dismissively.
"So, what've I missed these days?" he grinned.
"Oh, nothing much," he muttered. "Grimmjow had won a game involving tigers and lions about a week ago."
"I've heard about that, and I'm proud of you, Ichigo," grinned his father. "Your instincts were right of picking that man. Now he's a champion and his popularity's bringing revenue to the household. Urahara told me that you have a better chance of being a lanista yourself."
"You won't be disappointed if I were to choose a different career, Father?" asked Ichigo.
"I only wish for you to be happy, son, that's all," Isshin nodded. "Anyway.... what makes of Grimmjow? Has he been doing okay?"
"Oh, um, of course," answered the teen, but glanced away the moment he noticed his father's eyes shifted into seriousness, trying to ignore it as he went back to eating the tart-tasting grapes. "It's just that he's feeliing a little worried about his friend. We heard that he was last seen in Alexandria but that's just it. We're waiting to hear back from Byakuya about it, but it'll probably take a few weeks until the shipment of slave from there comes here."
"Ah, I see," nodded Isshin. "You sure that's just it, Ichigo?" Ichigo merely shrugged, trying not to think much of his conversation earlier today with Urahara. When he admitted-- mostly to himself-- that he was having a crush on Grimmjow. Urahara was right about speaking about the situation, as Grimmjow was a slave. And a Roman citizen having a crush on a 'property' actually sounded incredulous if one would think about it.
".... I'm sure, Father," he muttered.
"Well.... no matter, I'm still proud of you anyway," he sighed. "But I heard of you sparring with him by none other than Nel. She's concerned about you, son."
".... I know...." sighed Ichigo.
"And by the looks of things, she has been for some times. Maybe she's just worried that you're spending too much time with him, Ichigo."
"Well.... I always wanted a have a gladiator for myself, what's to expect?" Ichigo shrugged, managing a small smile before standing up away from the table. "I think I'm done here. Good night, Father...."
"Right, good night, Ichigo," nodded Isshin. Ichigo smiled a little before leaving the dining area, though the smile dminished the moment he turned into the near empty hallways. It was obviously late, night sky was pitch-black saved for several glittering stars as he walked past the garden for the slaves' quarters. He took a deep breath as he stepped downstairs and turned to the men's side. The teen was walking ever so quietly, yet he stiffened the moment he noticed Grimmjow stepping out of his room. The Gaul appeared as if he was waiting for him come but looked slightly uncomfortable as he cleared his throat a little.
"It's late, kid.... is there something you want?" he muttered quietly.
"Oh.... yeah, Grimmjow," nodded Ichigo. "Mind if I go in there to speak to you?" Grimmjow blinked at that but slowly nodded as he went back inside. Ichigo followed him, taking the seat on the chair as the other opted to sit on his bed. The feeling of anxiety was bubbling in his throat once he noticed the tired gaze on him and fidgeted a little. He needed to say it now, that was the reason he came here even though he was feeling nervous. "Um, Grimmjow, about yesterday...."
"Yeah, what about it....?" questioned Grimmjow but felt uneasy of what was to come as he frowned deeply.
"I, um.... during the sparring, when I tackled you down...." he mumbled nervously. "I mean, how do you feel about it? I didn't mean to act so aggressively but--"
"Aggressive, yeah but....." grunted Grimmjow but he tried to curb his own nervousness as he raked his fingers up and down his lap. "What do you mean how do I feel about it? I was surprised but impressed by it, that you're able to catch me off-guard just like that." That was only half the truth, as the other half was eating at him in desperation over the aftermath. "Why....? Is there something on your mind, kid?" he frowned in speculation. At that, Ichigo fidgeted with his fingers before nodding a little.
"Listen, Grimmjow.... I know that, um, you're only attracted to women--"
"Huh....? Where is this going all of the sudden?" Grimmjow questioned as he frowned at him. "O-Of course I'm into women, kid....! What're you saying?"
"Um.... that, um.... I'm not sure why but in the past few days I've been feeling.... something about you," Ichigo tried to explain, with the anxiety building up in his gut by the second. Grimmjow's eyebrows tensed in a mix of confusion and dread and his jaw muscles tightened as he tried to swallow. He should have known that this will lead to it, even though he had a feeling that Ichigo was muddling about this since this morning.
"What do you mean that you're feeling something, kid....?" questioned Grimmjow.
"What I mean is that I.... I like you....." Ichigo admitted slowly, his dark brown eyes glistened within the dark room as he stared at the Gaul. "But.... I like you in another way rather than friendship.... if you get my meaning...."
All Grimmjow could do is stare at him, his expression unreadable as he wasn't even sure which expression to start with. So that was it.... he had never thought that his master was even into men. He had dumbly assumed that because Ichigo was a virgin, that he was simply shy about being around females. Maybe that was why Ginjou had wanted him, because the army commander had knew about it all along. He swallowed grimly, reaching up to rub at his eyes before he let out a deep groan. "Fucking shit...." he grumbled, pronouncing every syllable with heavy emphasis.
Ichigo frowned as he glanced at him, he was afraid that the Gaul would react badly. And now Grimmjow was by the looks of it. Now he was afraid of what would happen afterwards. They had just became friends and it would hurt if his confession causes a rift in that. ".... I'm sorry about this, Grimmjow," he muttered quietly. "It's not like I had liked you like that when we first met, though. But.... after a while of seeing your strength and how you fight with other gladiators, I can't help but feel amazed about it. You're a different man, Grimmjow.... I mean, you don't take shit from anybody, not caring about the consenquences to the point where it scares me a little. But I find it amazing just the same. Guess what I'm trying to say is that--"
"Wait, wait.... hold that thought for a second there, kid," muttered Grimmjow, his rough voice cut off Ichigo who flinched a little as the sharp cyan eyes stared at him. ".... Let me get this straight.... you're into males, anyway?" he asked.
"Y-yeah, unfortunately...." Ichigo mumbled, his nervous fidgeting not ceasing.
"Hm? What do you mean by that?" questioned Grimmjow.
"I mean.... I don't have any sort of attraction towards women at all, for that matter," shrugged Ichigo. "Even if I could try, there's nothing I could feel about them. It's like they're blank to me for some reason...."
"So with men, you get the attraction?" Grimmjow frowned lightly.
".... Kind of...." nodded Ichigo. "But it seems to feel stronger around.... well, you...." Grimmjow blinked in surprise at that but still frowned at the situation as he glared down at his lap. How can someone like him-- a Gaul at that-- draw an interest from a teen? He was arrogant, brash, with such an aggressive personality as well as an animalistic prowess to boot. Compared to himself, the Romans saw him as nothing else but a primitive savage.
But Ichigo saw him differently, and it felt hard to believe. Mainly because he had just found out that the teen was having a crush on him. "Shit.... why does it have to be me out of all fucking people?" grumbled Grimmjow.
".... Sorry about it, Grimmjow," frowned Ichigo.
"No.... I don't really blame you, kid," he sighed deeply. "But.... I don't know how to deal with this. I'm used to having females crowding for me. Hell, I'm surprised that I didn't get tied down because I didn't make children with some of those women in my village. I still find it strange, though.... you're still young, there's a chance that you probably don't know what you're saying anyway. How can you be sure that you like me like that....?"
"I honestly don't know.... but I won't know until I try...." Ichigo admitted boldly as he stood up. That gave a jolt to Grimmjow as his eyes widened to the fullest and he glared at him. But Ichigo didn't really react to it as he simply stared back at him, his anxiety finally dying down as determination was swelling up in his chest. "Sorry about that, Grimmjow.... but I'm sure that I know what I'm talking about," he muttered, turning to leave the room. "Good night...." he said, and then he finally left.
Grimmjow just sat there, shock still rigid in his face as he inhaled and exhaled as quickly as it was even possible. He couldn't believe that Ichigo was that brave enough to say something so daring. He really couldn't believe it.... but for some reason, it felt rather exhilirating. "Oh fuck...." he breathed.
It shouldn't feel right. He was a man, and only men could be with women.... Then why does he feel excitement from the teen? None of this was happening until yesterday. When Ichigo was on his lap, and he felt something about it he shouldn't have felt in the first place. Because of that, he had an arousal soon afterwards and.... had to fix that problem. But it still didn't ease the problem. As the hours went by since then, he felt more and more confused over it to earlier today when Nel pestered him about it. As if the woman would care about what he had to say.
And now, Ichigo finally admitted that he would try and see if he really have feelings, and that freaked him out. And yet.... why was he feeling a great power of excitement over it? Was he.... that interested to try it out with his teenage master?
"Shit.... the gods are fucking with me, big time," he scoffed under his breath.
(Blood and Sand)
Getting used to the rope around his ankle, Grimmjow moved with ease as he quickly learned how to block and attack. He took the advantage of teamwork as did Renji as they took turns taking down opponents one at a time. "Come on....! Hack those damn pups down if you must! They need to prove themselves if they could be vicious dogs!" Kenpachi barked, and more men went at the two.
"Renji....!" Grimmjow called out.
"I got it!" Renji smirked, giving a wide swing as he turned on his heel, striking down two guys at once. "Shit, I can't believe these idiots....!"
"Come on, we can't relax yet!" sneered Grimmjow. "It won't be long until we kill the other gladiators....!" With that, he counterattacked one opponent before he parried against another. "Yes! Three more down...!" he laughed, after knocking them down. As they learned how to work together, Ichigo watched intently at the action. He completely ignored Urahara's knowing grin, but he knew what he was thinking about. Now that he had finally revealed his feelings to Grimmjow, the awkwardness within him had diminished though Grimmjow still was unsure of the situation as he often looked away earlier this morning. But it seemed that the Gaul was using his practice as an excuse to dodge the subject.
But it was hard to tell, as Grimmjow moved quickly to take down a few more men. "Hahh! Not so tough now, huh, 'woman'?" he sneered down at Yumi, who huffed back in annoyance.
"Well, I never....!" he scoffed as he got to his feet, hastily dusting off his clothes. "I quit, I'm not doing this anymore....!"
"Aw, go back to Ikkaku, you pathetic whiner!" he jeered as he watched the man stomping away, only to laugh when he then saw Yumi smacking his lover in the head for laughing at him.
"Hey, you don't have to banter like that, Grimmjow," panted Renji as he smirked, by now everybody was taking a breather between the training. "You won't get a chance like that during the fight. Just keep fighting so you can talk shit later."
"Fine...." smirked Grimmjow but he frowned a little when he noticed Yumi finally calming down and kissing Ikkaku against his lips. It was rather strange.... instead of feeling weirded out by it like before, but a bit part of himself was having an inkling of curiosity over the relationship. How can two men be together as if they were a man and a woman? ".... Hey, Renji," he muttered.
"Yeah, what?" smirked Renji.
".... How's being with a man different than with a woman?" he asked, glancing over at him. At that, Renji blinked at that in mild surprise and scratched at his head.
"It's not that different.... it depends on the sex-- wait, why're you asking me this?" he frowned but Grimmjow shrugged.
"The Romans seem to have a strange mindset about that subject," he replied. "Man, woman, they'll fuck anyone, huh?"
"Well, I wouldn't know about that," muttered Renji. "But even when I do lay with women, I still adore my master. It sounds complicated but that's my opinion. But.... why're you bringing this up, Grimmjow? I never thought of you asking me something like this...." Grimmjow shrugged a little, taking a brief glance at Ichigo.
"Found out the kid's into males--" he muttered.
"You just now knew that?" Renji questioned with a smirk. "I think you took too many blows to the head from that giant to actually miss that. His sexuality's quite obvious, considering that he's rarely around women of stature."
"Shut up...." frowned Grimmjow but the red-head chuckled a little.
"You're one strange Gaul, I give you that," smirked Renji. "But do you mind if we can talk about it later....? I don't think Kenpachi's be happy with us lazing around for too long."
"Right...." Grimmjow nodded, but he took another quick glance at his master, who seemingly frowned at Urahara. He wondered why, as he then noticed the lanista grinning broading behind his waving fan. But he didn't dwell much on it as he was forced to get back to practice.
Hours passed, until the sun turned deep golden as it eased into the horizon, and the Gaul was finally tuckered out as he plopped down to his knees. "Geez.... let's hope we don't get burned out on the day of the fight," panted Renji as he followed suit and fell down on his behind. Sweat and grime filmed over his face and chest but he didn't seem to mind as he grinned at Grimmjow. "Hey, you're still curious about men fucking men?"
"Shit, must you say it like that?" Grimmjow tiredly scoffed. "And quit smirking like that, Renji, you think you're that better off with your master ramming hard on you?"
"I supposed you wouldn't exactly understand it, Grimmjow," Renji chuckled lightly. "It wasn't all like that I was taken in a slave. My master didn't have any interest of me then because.... well, I was a kid. Then a couple of years later, I got taller and grew muscles but he still wasn't interested and I didn't have any feeling for him either."
"But what....? What happened that had you fawning over your master?" he questioned.
".... I guess it was when I started training as a gladiator," he replied with a warm grin. "That's a long time ago, when I was about nineteen or twenty. I know because that was when I had tattoos on my eyebrows then. At first I didn't notice.... mainly because he would always act like an indifferent noble around me and the other slaves. But soon I won my first ever game-- I was a low-level shit back then but I thought was the champion-- but I had a lot of cuts and bruises and needed medical care. That was when I found out that he was starting to care about me, when he became concerned about my bandages...."
"Really? And that made your dick jump in excitement, huh?" Grimmjow joked but Renji just smirked.
"Not yet," he bantered back. "Within a year, I noticed the way he was looking at me but it was hard to explain.... it was like a crush he had for me, to say it simply." Grimmjow blinked at that in surprise. Renji's master Byakuya had feelings for him.... very much similar to Ichigo's feelings. "Well, it wasn't like I hate him or anything. I respected him in exchange of servitude but.... then it was there.... I was starting to have feelings for him myself. I can't exactly explain it but I believed it has to do with being wanted and cared for. It felt like I couldn't take him for granted, even though I was sleeping with girls then."
"So you did prefer females," Grimmjow commented, by now he took off the loose iron ring from his ankle.
"Yeah, but after laying with him for the first time, I actually see certain guys in a different way," grinned Renji. "Like I said, it's complicated. But.... I'm still a slave to Roman law. Even if I could love him, nothing can be done about my status," he then frowned. "He's still free to marry and have children of his own. Hell, he was married once then his wife died after five years, but adopted Rukia into the family as it was his wife's sister. Still.... even if I was freed, my status is still beneath my master so I can't freely be with him as I want to."
Listening to the end of his story, Grimmjow could hear the grim tone in the red-head's voice instead of the cheerful joking one he was used to. He couldn't believe it was that serious that something like love could be blocked by class level. He wasn't sure if he felt a little sorry for his friend or if he never really experienced love or romance in his life. He had been with women plenty of time, but never felt actual love for them. ".... Guess it's time for you to go, Grimmjow," Renji smiled a little and Grimmjow glanced up to him. "I just saw Ichigo going inside, so you're probably leaving."
"Oh, right," nodded Grimmjow. He stood up and dusted himself off, before seeing Renji standing up as well. "Guess I'll see you later, huh?"
"Of course, idiot," smirked Renji but he frowned a little as he stepped up to him. "Listen, um.... I don't wish to embarrass my master, so don't mention my love for him so openly."
"Oh, okay, I won't," Grimmjow smirked. Renji smirked back and playfully punched him on the shoulder. "Hey, we will win the fight. Those fucking gladiators will be scared of us," he said as he then turned to leave. As soon as he stepped inside the building, his grin lessened a little the moment he saw Ichigo standing by the front doors. Ichigo didn't appear awkward and flustered as before, as he was sporting the usual light smile.
"You're ready, Grimmjow?" smiled the teen.
"Uh, yeah, sure...." grunted Grimmjow with a nod.
"Ah, Grimmjow! I see that you're improving well as usual out there!" Urahara chimed in as he walked to the two. "Try not to overdo it, though, I'm sure you wish to be in top condition by the time of the games, no?"
"Of course I do," Grimmjow nodded, but blinked when he noticed Urahara's greyish-green eyes gleaming rather mischieviously at him. But before he could ask about it, he saw Ichigo already opening the doors to leave. "I'll be back tomorrow," he muttered and followed after him, again noticing the lanista's stare just as they stepped outside. The days of rain from the days before as well as the coming seasons had cooled down the air, as a stronge breeze chilled on the Gaul's skin. ".... You're all right, kid?" he broke the brief silence between him and the teen.
"Hm, yeah, I'm doing okay," nodded Ichigo.
"Really? Because.... after last night, I assumed you would freak out after the whole 'I got a crush on you' admission," Grimmjow frowned a little, but Ichigo smiled lightly as they continued walking through the streets. "Tch, I really can't believe it," he sighed deeply. "Before, I always assumed you were.... I guess you can say a prude. But now, you think you know what's needed to be done with your feelings."
"It really looks that way? I guess.... maybe I just wanted to be bold about it, Grimmjow," Ichigo shrugged but Grimmjow smirked a little.
"There's a difference between doing saying something bold and doing something bold, kid," he commented. "Sure, I had feelings with some of the girls in my village. But it was the feeling of lust that I was having when I was teenager, when I was fifteen. Virginity is the thing that men shouldn't have for too long, kid." At that, Ichigo frowned a little. Maybe it was Grimmjow's culture that he would have opinions about it, but being mentioned about still being a virgin gave him a mental ruffle.
".... Tell me, what is it like to lose your virginity?" he questioned as he glanced at him. He saw Grimmjow blinked in mild surprise but smirked lightly as the slave chuckled.
"You sure that you wanna talk about it now, when we're going home?" he asked.
"We could go by the woods outside the city, we still have plenty of sunlight left," Ichigo suggested, glancing at the golden sun not even halfway into the horizon. Grimmjow nodded in agreement, and they turned their directions. Ten minutes later, after treading up and down a high hill outside the city and crossing the wooden bridge over the river, Ichigo led Grimmjow back to the slope with chopped tree stumps scattered in the meadow. "So...." sighed Ichigo as he turned to Grimmjow, who plopped down on one of the stumps.
"You sure you really want to hear, kid, because my story's obviously about being with girls," smirked Grimmjow.
".... It's not like I get ill on the topic of women, Grimmjow," frowned Ichigo as he sat on one near the Gaul. "I only ask about how you feel after losing your virginity."
"Hmm.... well, like I became a full-fledged man, obviously," he simply shrugged. "Sure, there were steps in order to become one, but having sex for the first time makes you feel like you become an adult. Though my mother believes having a family to care for makes you a man...."
".... Do you want to have a family someday, Grimmjow?" asked Ichigo.
"Heh, not sure, though I should be since I'm on my twenty-fifth summer," he replied and Ichigo blinked at that.
"Twenty-fifth? Meaning.... you're twenty-five, Grimmjow?" he asked quietly.
"Yeah.... not sure my exact birthday, but I was born about a month after the summer solstice, a few days longer than that," he muttered. "Does it matter, kid?"
"Well, pretty much on my culture," Ichigo smiled a little. "When I bought you, it was on my birthday. On the ides of Julia."
"..... The what?" Grimmjow blinked in slight confusion, but the teen smiled again as he look up to ponder.
"If you say that you were born a little over a month since the summer solstice.... your own birthday would be on the last day of the month of Julia," he concluded. "Yeah, that should be your birthday."
"Tch, how did the talk of losing virginity lead to my damn date of birth," scoffed Grimmjow but he laughed a little about it. "Trust me, kid.... to a girl, their purity are more valued so they are obligated to hold it for the right person or to some ugly slob they are married to. Whichever comes first. But us guys need to lose ours as soon as we get older. But.... with you having feelings for me, it almost as if you're talking like a woman."
".... I know," admitted Ichigo and his slave quirked an eyebrow at him.
"You know," he stated though it was a questionable tone.
"Yeah.... it's actually a bit shameful that a noble like me.... wondering what's it like to be on the receiving end of the relationship," he sighed deeply. "Somehow, Ginjou knew what I'm like, that's why he often bothered me about his advances."
"What do you mean 'shameful', kid?" questioned Grimmjow.
"Well.... with sex, no matter if it's male or female, the man of higher status has to be the dominate one. That's the society of Rome. It's not much of a secret, but Byakuya's relationship with Renji is an example. Byakuya's a magistrate but I don't believe he's the type to be submissive anyway...."
"Tch, must you mention that? I don't need to hear it from you, let alone from Renji," Grimmjow frowned but he was only telling the half of the truth. He really couldn't believe that the muscular red-haired gladiator willing to submit to his more lithe master, but Renji didn't really seem to mind. Because the man loved him, despite of the law and status that barred the relationship. ".... Don't you think that it's wrong to feel for someone who is beneath you, kid?" he asked.
"Of course, there was a chance of my father being shunned by his social class when he married my mother," said Ichigo. "She was a daughter of a struggling farmer who goes to the city to sell the products. If that's not scandalous enough, though...."
"But she's a Roman, she's practically free to do whatever she please," Grimmjow pointed out. "I'm your slave and a foreigner, surely there's a law that you can't freely open up around me."
".... So Renji told you about that, huh?" Ichigo sighed. "I had a feeling earlier, when I saw the both of you talking on the training ground."
"Exactly, so what's the point of having a crush on me?" he questioned rhetorically, as he stood up.
"Because you're not like any person I've come across with, Grimmjow," the teen answered, as if that would mean anything to the older man. "You're different, you're a brave man. I-- shit, that's all I could come up with, Grimmjow, but that's the truth."
"Yeah I believe you on that, but I shouldn't be the one for you to fawn on me," sighed Grimmjow, shaking his head. "Come on.... it's getting late, we need to get back home," he muttered. Ichigo frowned a little but got up and followed after him, by now the sky was turning deep crimson with the sun eventually gone saved for a few slivers of light. It didn't sound like a rejection, since a rejection involved being downright arrogant and offensive to one's feelings. But maybe Ichigo was feeling a little arrogant himself, he didn't really wish to act as if it was no big deal. He didn't want to turn away his own feelings, which were at an emotional state. It wasn't like it was considered physical or anything, as they trailed over the high hill.
"Grimmjow...." muttered Ichigo. "I really can't help it, but this is what I'm feeling right now--"
"Still, I prefer women and always will," Grimmjow argued with a light frown. "I don't get why you kept persisting on it, kid. Nothing can be changed about it."
"I know that's true but--" Ichigo frowned as they were walking down the steep slope, but one of his feet suddenly caught against a rock and he stumbled forward. "Shit....!" he yelped out.
"Huh? Wha--" Grimmjow turned to notice his teen master falling so close to him, his insincts kicked up to grab for him. "Shit!" he hissed at the force of Ichigo's fall and stumbled back to the ground. Both of them soon tumbled down the slope, dirt and grass scratched at limbs as they hissed at the harsh contact. "Ow....! Shit!" coughed Grimmjow the moment they slowed down to a stop at the base of the hill. "Damn it.... shit, I'm bleeding," he gritted, feeling the warm blood trickling from the cut on his elbow. Ichigo, who was sprawled over him, groaned a little as he rubbed at his sore forehead.
"Can't believe that happened...." groaned the teen as he sat up.
"I'll say, what the fuck did you trip over, kid?" frowned Grimmjow.
"A rock.... I think it ruined my shoe," he muttered, looking at his now bruised ankle as well as his sandal with the leather straps now ripped. "Sorry about the fall, Grimmjow. I didn't mean to-- ahh!" Ichigo bit back a hiss when he tried to get up but felt a sharp painful spasm up his leg and he fell back.
"Idiot, I think you sprained your ankle," huffed Grimmjow. Completely ignoring his cut, the Gaul sat up and grasped at Ichigo's hurt foot. Ichigo inhaled at the painful contact but stared at his slave carefully assessing the injury, his rough fingers was surprisingly gentle when prodding around the bruise. He felt his heart fluttering a bit as he then felt the fingers trailing up his bare calf to see if it was more severe. But Grimmjow just breathed deeply before putting up a small smirk. "It's just sprained, but not broken," he concluded in relief. "Thanks the gods, I didn't want to face that woman's wrath if you get fucked up."
"Great, but how will I get home with a bruised ankle?" frowned Ichigo.
"Shit, guess I have to carry you home, kid," sighed Grimmjow as he stood up. "Come on, kid...." he muttered, reaching out his hand for Ichigo.
"Oh.... right," nodded Ichigo. He took Grimmjow's hand but before he knew it, the Gaul's much greater strength pulled him up to his good foot with his slim arm draped over the shoulders. "Geez, give me a warning next time," he frowned a little.
"Sorry," Grimmjow smirked lightly before he took the lead, carefully holding the teen in place with his hand at Ichigo's waist. Ichigo's cheeks tingled at the close body contact and frowned rather nervously. He could smell the mansculine scent of dust and salt on his skin and clothing. The bare skin against him felt rough and ragged from years of enduring the elements compared to Ichigo's soft and smooth one due to the more relaxing enviroment he was used to.
Hobbling a little, Ichigo instinctively grasped at the front of Grimmjow's tunic when he nearly stumbled. "Sorry...." he mumbled.
"It's all right," sighed Grimmjow. "Just be careful, it's going to take a while to get home." Ichigo nodded as they reached the edge of the city but they knew it will take a while to reach the villa with the teen's injury now that the sky was getting dark. "Why not get on my back, kid? It'd be easier to carry you."
"But.... what about your arm? It's still bleeding," he frowned.
"I've had worse, I already told you that," he muttered as they stopped walking.
"But I don't think--"
"Huh? Don't tell me it's considered ridiculous for a Roman to do such a thing," Grimmjow smirked teasingly. "Quit second-guessing yourself, kid...." Ichigo frowned a little but sighed in defeat as he gingerly moved to hoist himself onto his slave's back, with the stong arms tucked underneath his legs.
".... Even as a Roman like me, I can't believe you're doing things for someone like me," sighed Ichigo, as he securely grasped at the taut shoulders.
"That's because you're pretty persistent since day one.... that's something I like about you, kid," answered Grimmjow as he started to walk with ease. "Though I'm not sure whether it's strong will or stubbornness." At first, Ichigo wanted to frown but he found himself smiling a little. So Grimmjow liked him for his personality, though it didn't seem enough for him. Many civilians ignored the Gaul carrying his master as Grimmjow paced through the streets, as it was time to go home and the areas were slowly being emptied.
Ichigo sighed tiredly, hearing Grimmjow's even breathing despite of the heavy weight on his back. Not much was said between them, as the teen slumped his head against the man's neck. He thought he felt Grimmjow stiffen from the contact but then thought nothing of it as they reached to the other side of the city for home. He had never thought he could be this close to the older man. To feel the surprisingly silky hair tickling against his cheek and the arm muscles tightening once in a while under his legs. The scent was stronger on Grimmjow's neck, but Ichigo noticed his breath smelled mainly of bread and meat. Oddly enough, it smelled rather good compared to the strong acidic smell flowing non-stop from Ginjou's alcoholic breath.
Now that he thought about it, he hadn't heard much of the army commander since the confrontation. That man had never believed in certain emotions, just lust and violence especially on the weak and the less-priviliged. But Grimmjow was different from that, he only challenged those who were willing to fight and that was something Ichigo liked about him. The teen tightened his grip on Grimmjow's shoulders, quietly breathing in the older man's natural scent. "Grimmjow....?" he mumbled.
"Hm...? What is it, kid?" muttered Grimmjow.
".... What would you do, if I try to kiss you.... right here and now?" he boldly questioned. He had expected a stronger reaction out of the Gaul, but Grimmjow continued walking in stride as he was silent for a few moments.
".... You just don't know when to give up, huh?" he sighed heavily, by now the night sky was getting darker but they were already close to home as they noticed the villa up the small hill. "What would you prove to me, kid? You think kissing me will do anything for you?"
"Maybe.... I've never kissed anyone before," muttered Ichigo. He caught Grimmjow's sideway glance but it didn't hold annoyance or digust from his suggestion. He assumed that it was something he can get it over it. "You're not against it, Grimmjow....?" he asked with uncertainty.
"I honestly don't know," he muttered. "Renji told me that he had liked women exclusively before sleeping with his master. You think someone like you can change me....?"
"I don't know about that," shrugged Ichigo. "But.... we won't know until I try, Grimmjow. Just like I said." Grimmjow stopped walking and exhaled heavily. This was going around in circles.
"Fine...." sighed Grimmjow. Carefully, he crouched down as he loosened his hold on Ichigo's legs. Though a little confused, Ichigo complied as let go of him and slid off his back to sit on the grass. "Okay.... do it," Grimmjow said, sitting cross-legged in front of him.
".... Wait a minute, what?" Ichigo blinked in surprise but Grimmjow frowned at him.
"You said that you want to try to kiss me, right? So do it," he said, almost nonchalantly. Ichigo just stared at him in subtle disbelief. This man said that he only liked women and yet.... was he just as curious about the action?
"You absolutely sure about this, Grimmjow?" he asked.
"I'm not the one that's backing down right now, kid," he replied. "Either you wish to do it now, or you'll never have this chance again. It's your choice...." Ichigo frowned at the ultimatum, even though it sounded simple to the ears. The teen was the one who suggested it, yet he was feeling a little nervous about it. It would be his first kiss, and with a slave who kills for a living in the arena.
"I'm a bit anxious about this, Grimmjow," Ichigo sighed as he scooted closer to him. "What if I don't do it right....?"
"I wouldn't know anyway, I was more on fucking than kissing," Grimmjow smirked a little. The anxiety diminished into slight annoyance, but Ichigo assumed that he needed to be calm anyway as he then moved closer again. His hands slowly grasped at the man's lap as he leaned over, careful not to irritate his sprained ankle as he inched his face close to Grimmjow's.
The Gaul's expression seemed bored or nonchalant, but Ichigo had a feeling that he was just as nervous. He swallowed despite of his throat feeling dry. The sound of Grimmjow's calm breathing was louder than before to his imagination. But.... it was now or never, as Ichigo took a deep inhale. "Here goes...." he sighed before moving forward.
A sharp jolt emitted throughout his lithe body, the moment he pressed his lips against Grimmjow's stiff ones. He should have known that the other wouldn't exactly participate, but he calmed himself down as he pressed his lips further. It was hard with his heart beating so rapidly against his chest. Grimmjow was still stiff as a marble statue, with his eyes closed and his breathing calm as ever.
But he could smell the teen's breath on him, an interesting subtle scent of honey. It was rather intoxicating.... but he forced his shaking arms to remain stll. He couldn't possibly be thinking that he wanted to deepen the kiss with the boy, as his breathing changed to calm himself down. But he inhaled sharply when he felt the tip of Ichigo's tongue deftly licked against his closed mouth. That action was making his body tingle for all the wrong reasons.
That Ichigo was a male, and that he was his master.
He grunted and moved his head back, and the kiss suddenly stopped. His mental state nearly protested at the abrupt finish but he shook it off as he opened his eyes to look at Ichigo. Clearly, the teen had somewhat enjoyed it with his cheeks flushed deep red in slight embarassment. "Shit...." breathed the teen as he sat back, running his fingers through his hair. "I.... I can't believe I just did that," he huffed and felt completely light-headed to the point of dizziness. It was as if he was dazed of what he had done, as he gulped in fresh air.
".... Me neither," sighed Grimmjow and Ichigo frowned at him a little.
"You didn't even kiss back, Grimmjow," he pointed.
"True, but that was the first time a male kissed me," he muttered. "You expected me to like it, kid?"
"You were the one who suggested me to kiss you," he scoffed lightly.
"That's because you suggested that you wanted to kiss me," Grimmjow said. Ichigo shut his mouth with a frown, that much was actually true. ".... Is that what you expected, kid?"
"Well.... to be honest, I was hoping that you would react to it, Grimmjow," he muttered. Grimmjow raised an eyebrow slightly but shrugged as he moved to stand up.
"I was trying not to...." he said simply. Ichigo blinked at that, but didn't have time to question it as his slave bent down to scoop him up.
"H-hey! You can't carry me like this!" he squeaked in surprise. But Grimmjow's strong hold kept him from squirming around as he resumed trailing to the villa.
"Would you rather walk?" Grimmjow asked, and Ichigo scowled at him.
"One way or another, you always find a way to be disrespectful!" he huffed. But the redness in his cheeks came back the moment Grimmjow's predatory gaze was on him. "Just.... just be careful when we get inside, okay?" he mumbled as he glanced away. "I'll tell Nel that I tripped on the way home."
"That really happened, you're not really lying about it, kid," Grimmjow smirked a little.
"Yeah, I know," Ichigo muttered, almost shyly. Even though the older man wouldn't admit it, Ichigo had a feeling that he wanted to kiss back. But whether if it was the Gaul's own stubbornness or confusion, maybe Grimmjow was having a hard time taking truth to being infatuated by another male. But now that he had experienced his first kiss, he wondered if the events today will affect the Gaul's abilities in the upcoming games.
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..... I wrote too damn much! Wahh, I had such a good scene after this but the chapter was close to 80 KB and it got too long again! Curse my creativity! Damn, it doesn't matter. I guess it'll make sense of you guys wanting more, considering that Ginjou and Grimmjow are gonna have another confrontation! Ooh, I'm so naughty!!
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