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Sex and Football	By : crunchysalad Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 60465 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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A/N: I had no idea what to name Grimmjow's dad, since Grimmjow's name itself is so ridiculous. I went with Bucky, after the architect Richard Buckminster Fuller, who Nicholas Grimshaw (Grimmjow's namesake) admired. Which would make his full name Buckminster Jaegerjaquez. Which is suitably ridiculous, I think.
Chapter 16
When Grimmjow left for his final game of the season, Ichigo didn't go with him. He had some endorsement deals to negotiate for Yoruichi, and besides, there was something that he wanted to do. As soon as Grimmjow left for the weekend Ichigo was out the door, in his company car, and driving towards Roppongi.
Ichigo was soon in front of Grimmjow's familiar apartment building. He drove into the parking lot, waving as the guard smiled and let him through. He rode the elevator up, walked up to Grimmjow's apartment, and took a deep breath as he stared at the door. This was it, he thought. He rang the doorbell.
He wasn't even sure if he wanted Grimmjow's father to be there or not. He felt the need to confront him, but at the same time, he didn't actually want to have to do it. Before he could get scared and leave, though, he heard footsteps making their way towards the door. They were excruciatingly slow, and he could feel his heart speed up with each like. Like the anticipation on a roller coaster as it rose. And then, all of the sudden, the door was thrown open.
The elder Jaegerjaquez stared at Ichigo for a long, hard moment before recognition came over his features.
"Oh," he said, "you're the man that Grimmjow was with before. Come in, come in, umm. . ."
"Kurosaki Ichigo," Ichigo supplied.
"Come in, Ichigo. And, please, call me Bucky."
Ichigo didn't have a chance to ask if that was a nickname or if it was short for his given name, as Bucky was ushering him into the living room. Once there wide hands pushed down on his shoulders, effectively seating him on the couch as Bucky made his way to the bar.
"Do you want anything to drink?"
"Umm. . . no thanks," Ichigo said, before realizing that a drink would probably help. "Actually, yeah, could I get a scotch on the rocks?"
"Very good choice," Bucky said. "I happen to have a particularly fine bottle of scotch in my reserves."
Ichigo watched as Bucky poured the golden amber liquid into two glasses, then made his way over to hand Ichigo one.
"Cheers," Bucky said, raising his glass.
Ichigo touched his glass against Bucky's and took a sip. He cringed as the alcohol burned down his throat and remembered why it was he didn't drink scotch. Bucky, in the meantime, was smiling as he looked Ichigo.
"At the very least," Bucky said, "good taste runs in the family. Would I be correct to assume that you and Grimmjow are seriously involved?"
"I guess so," Ichigo replied, watching as Bucky took a seat in a nearby chair.
"Lucky Grimmjow," Bucky said. "Now, Ichigo, what exactly brings you here to my humble abode today?"
"Umm, yeah." Ichigo felt his nerves coming back again, and took another sip of his drink. "The thing is, I was hoping that you could. . . maybe. . . stop trying to sabotage Grimmjow's career?"
As soon as it came out, Ichigo realized he had probably been too blunt. But Bucky didn't seem offended by it. He only sighed and raised his glass to his lips, taking a long, slow sip.
"I apologize," Bucky said, "if this causes any inconvenience. . . or unpleasantness. . . for you. But the fact is Grimmjow belongs in Spain."
"But he wants to stay here," Ichigo countered. "He wants to play football. As his father, shouldn't you support that?"
Bucky looked away for a moment before turning back to Ichigo. "To be honest, I have no problems with Grimmjow playing football. But this is the only way I can think of to get him to return to Spain. I'm getting on in my years, and I have come to realize that I don't have a relationship with my son. I know that, at this point, we'll never be close, but. . . I would try to develop some kind of connection with him. And I can do that if he comes back to Spain."
"I see," Ichigo said, feeling some small amount of sympathy flicker from within him.
"Ichigo, are you close with your father?"
Ichigo frowned at the mention of that idiot. But the point was. . . "Yeah. Yeah, I am."
"Than you can understand how important family is," Bucky said, his eyes pleading a little bit. "If you care about Grimmjow, surely you would want him to have a relationship with his father. Please, would you talk to him about going back to Spain? I'll call off my lawyers for now, but please, Ichigo, do that for me."
Ichigo crossed his arms as his frown deepened. Help convince Grimmjow to go to Spain? He felt sick just thinking of it, but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel that Bucky had a right in feeling the way he did. Ichigo was lucky enough to have grown up in a close-knit household, and that wasn't something Grimmjow had ever had. And if that was something Grimmjow could experience from now on, shouldn't he be able to? Ichigo fidgeted in his seat as he considered it, but eventually he knew what he had to do.
"Yeah," Ichigo finally said. "I'll talk to him."
"Thank you," Bucky said, sounding genuinely sincere. "It would mean a lot to me."
Ichigo left a little bit later, unsure of what to do. He told Bucky he would talk to Grimmjow, and he would, but he didn't know how persuasive he was going to be when his heart wasn't in it. His time with Grimmjow had been relatively short, so far, but now he couldn't imagine life without him. At least he wouldn't have to think about it for a few days, not until Grimmjow returned from his last game of the season.
The next day Ichigo was still stressing about it when his cell phone rang, "unknown caller" flashing across the screen.
"Hello?" he asked, picking up the phone.
"Ichigo. How are you?"
Ichigo blinked in surprise at the familiar voice. "Ulquiorra?"
"Yes," Ulquoirra confirmed. "I'm sorry for not introducing myself earlier. Are you well?"
"Umm. . . yeah. Not to be rude, Ulquiorra, but why are you calling?" After all, he hadn't heard from the man in awhile, and when they parted Ichigo thought he had been clear about his lack of interest in Ulquoirra's proposition.
"I thought of you when I realized that I would be playing Grimmjow," Ulquoirra said, "and I wanted to call to see if you were still fine with being with him. My offer still stands, of course, in case you ever need it."
Ichigo relaxed with the explanation. For all the hatred everyone held for Ulquoirra, the man was surprisingly considerate.
"Yeah," Ichigo replied. "Me and Grimmjow are great, actually. I mean, I know that you guys had a thing in high school, but Grimmjow's changed since then."
That change had seemed to happen very, very recently, but Ichigo didn't feel the need to tell Ulquoirra that fact.
"To be honest," Ichigo continued, "I'm really happy with him."
There was a long silence on the other line before Ulquoirra answered. But when he did, he seemed content enough with Ichigo's answer.
"I see," Ulquoirra said. "In that case, I'm happy for you. Perhaps I haven't given Grimmjow enough credit. I have to go now, so take care, Ichigo."
"Yeah. You too."
The next day, it was finally there: the end of the football season. All the fans were riled up, especially since this game would decide the tournament, but Ichigo was too distracted to be too excited about it. Still, he had to watch the game, and headed off to the bar that Urahara had rented out for the occasion.
When he got there he was surprised to see, standing at a high table and laughing with Urahara, Yoruichi. He made his way over to say hello to his client.
"Hey," he said, coming to stand by them. "What are you doing here, Yoruichi?"
"I was in town and Kisuke invited me," Yoruichi said, as slyly chipper as always.
"And Kisuke will now go get you another drink," Urahara said, grinning like a lovelorn puppy as he walked away.
Yoruichi leaned close to Ichigo and elbowed him in the stomach in a light, teasing way.
"Your boss is kind of a perv," she said. "I like it."
Well, as long as it was working out between them, Ichigo wasn't going to say anything. He just hoped that Urahara wasn't going to eventually cost him his client if their relationship ended badly.
"How are you, kid?" Yoruichi asked. "Big game for your boyfriend, huh?"
Ichigo frowned. "So Urahara-san told you about that, huh?"
"Of course," Yoruichi replied. "Things going good with Mr. Jaegerjaquez?"
"Yeah," Ichigo replied, doing his best to smile. But apparently something in his expression or demeanor was giving him away, because Yoruichi shot him a skeptical look.
"Really?" Yoruichi asked. "Even though his dad's trying to sabotage everything?"
"Urahara-san really does tell you everything, doesn't he?" Ichigo asked back.
Yoruichi grinned. "Didn't I already say?"
Ichigo sighed. "Yeah, well, his dad's going to call off all his dogs. I just have to convince Grimmjow to move to Spain."
"Oh, ouch." Yoruichi's grin quickly turned into a frown, concern showing on her face. "And you're going to do it? I thought you two had a pretty serious thing going on."
"I have my reasons," Ichigo said, not really wanting to get into it right now. "And it might be a moot point anyway. I don't know how I'm going to convince him to go over there."
"Well, his contract with F.C. Tokyo's up soon, isn't it? Why don't you try to get him a contract somewhere in La Liga?"
"La Liga?" Ichigo asked.
Yoruichi raised an eyebrow at Ichigo's ignorance. "The Spanish football league? Come on, Ichigo, you're a sports agent here. Maybe you should start reading up on this stuff."
"Now," Urahara said, back with a Long Island iced tea for Yoruichi, "what are you two conspiring about?"
"Ichigo wants to get Grimmjow a contract with La Liga," Yoruichi said, grinning broadly.
"Hmm." Urahara nodded, apparently pleased with the idea. "They would pay well, actually. I wholeheartedly approve. Besides, it would probably be good experience for you to have an international client."
Ichigo frowned. The problem with having an international client was that the client would have to be located internationally. Apparently Urahara came to that realization as well, as understanding found its way on to his face.
"Ohhh," he said. "I guess that would mean you two would have to do the long-distance thing, huh? Don't worry, you two can make it work."
A roar from the rest of the crowd distracted them from their conversation, and they looked over to see that F.C. Tokyo was running out onto the field. Ichigo got the waiter's attention, then ordered himself a beer before settling in to watch a game.
Ichigo had been on edge wondering whether Grimmjow and Ulquoirra would fight it out on the field or not. But, fortunately, they both seemed to be on their best behavior. Ichigo was glad that Grimmjow had matured and that Ulquoirra wasn't antagonizing him anymore. Maybe their conversation yesterday had helped. At any rate, both men were playing a clean game of soccer, for which Ichigo was grateful.
And it could not have been a more suspenseful game. Like a match out of a movie, neither team was more than one goal from the other at any given time. Grimmjow assisted in F.C. Tokyo's first goal, only to have Ulquoirra score a goal five minutes later. Going into halfway, the teams were tied 1-1. The second half was a near repeat of the first. . . F.C. Tokyo scoring, then the Kashima Antlers.
After eighty-nine minutes, with just one minute to go, the score was tied 2-2. Everyone in the bar was resigned to a tie game. . . which meant, considering the points that had been racked up already during the tournament, that the Kashima Antlers would win this season. But then, out of nowhere. . . one of Grimmjow's teammates passed the ball towards him. And Grimmjow, from outside the area, hit the ball up in the air with his head, then swung his leg around as his body bent backwards. With a stunning overhead kick that must have been aimed blindly, he sent the ball flying towards the net. He fell onto the grass as everyone in the bar and the stadium held their breath. And then the ball went in.
Everyone in the bar started screaming and yelling so loudly that Ichigo couldn't even hear anything. Urahara was saying something to him, probably congratulations based on the large smile on his face, but he didn't know for sure. He could see Grimmjow tackled by his teammates as they all sprinted towards him, watched as they hugged and cheered.
And then, out of nowhere, the cameramen cut to the referees. The noise died down at the bar, and a frown found its way to Ichigo's face.
"What's going on?" Ichigo asked, wondering how the mood had gone from ecstatic to morbidly suspenseful in such a short amount of time.
"Referee's reviewing the tape," Urahara said. "Apparently the goal might have come in a few seconds too late."
"That's so much bullshit," Ichigo replied, scowling.
"Hey," Urahara said. "You don't have to convince me. I'm an F.C. Tokyo fan, after all."
Moments later, the verdict was given: the goal didn't count. Now it was the Kashima Antlers' turn to celebrate, though they seemed to be doing it halfheartedly, as though they didn't think they deserved to win either. The crowd on the television were booing loudly and throwing objects onto the field. The crowd in the bar all just seemed depressed.
"Wow," Yoruichi said. "You don't get this kind of fan loyalty in snow boarding."
Ichigo nodded. He watched as both teams came out on the field and lined up to shake hands. He held his breath as Grimmjow and Ulquoirra came to stand in front of it other. Then he released it when, after a moment of hesitation, they actually shook hands. Good to know they weren't going to kill each other anytime soon.
People were clearing out of the bar now and Ichigo figured he should go too.
"Okay," he said to Urahara and Yoruichi. "I'm leaving. See you guys later."
They said their goodbyes and Ichigo walked away, thinking about the game. Grimmjow might have lost, but his last play had been incredible. In fact, he had made a lot of incredible moves this season. The footage on him was definitely going to be more than enough to get the attention of a foreign team. So even as Ichigo's heart felt heavier at the thought of it, he realized that there was a good chance some team in La Liga might be interested in Grimmjow, and Grimmjow would no doubt go where he could play football.
As he made his way home, Ichigo typed an email to Gin asking him to start making an audition reel to send out. Knowing Gin he'd have it in a few days, and then it was just a matter of mailing copies of it to different teams in Spain. At any rate, he felt abnormally tired, and by the time he got home he all but passed out in his bed.
The next day, Ichigo woke up feeling a little bit more refreshed. Grimmjow would probably be back in a few more hours and crash after partying all night yesterday, but for now Ichigo had to go to work.
Ichigo went to his office and passed the morning doing the things that he usually did. When lunchtime rolled around, however, he got a surprise in the form of one Ichimaru Gin coming to visit him. He wasn't even aware that Gin was there until he looked up from his computer a little past noon and saw the man smiling down at him. Ichigo jumped up just a little bit in surprise.
"Gin," he said. "You could have said something, instead of just standing there."
"Oh," Gin said, his smile only spreading. "My apologies. I just came to give you this."
He handed a dvd to Ichigo, with the words "Grimmjow highlight reel" written on it.
"You're kidding! I can't believe that you did this so fast. How, exactly, did you pull that off?"
"Did I mention that Kira is also in video production?" Gin asked. "When he heard Grimmjow wanted a reel, he insisted on putting it together. He's turned into quite the Grimmjow fan."
Ichigo opened the dvd-rom on his computer and slid the dvd in. He clicked on the file and soon enough the video popped up. His contact information was written in a bar running across the bottom of the screen, while the top of the screen showcased video clips. He watched as the video went through each of Grimmjow's goals and assists that season, with media commentary spliced in after each one. It was an extremely professional reel; Kira had done a great job.
"Thanks so much," Ichigo said. "This looks great."
"Sure, sure. Just remember when you get the bill for this, you pay for quality. Call me if you need anything else."
Ichigo frowned but didn't protest. Kira had done a great job, so Ichigo didn't mind compensating him fairly. As Gin walked out Ichigo was already on the phone, calling around to see if there was a Spanish translator nearby that could be hired a.s.a.p. As soon as he lined one up he went through the company records to get the contact information of every manager of every team in La Liga.
As soon as the translator showed up Ichigo was on the phone, calling up everyone on his list, telling them about Grimmjow, and getting their e-mail addresses so he could send them the video. By the end of the day he was exhausted, and he hadn't even made it through his entire list yet. He'd have to finish it tomorrow.
He was never so glad to step through the front door of his apartment. Ichigo could hear the shower running, though it turned off for a second so that Grimmjow could call out to him.
"If the door rings," he yelled, "it's the pizza delivery guy. Get it for me, would you?"
And then the shower turned back on. Ichigo sighed in relief as he sunk into the couch and kicked his feet up on the table. At least Grimmjow had taken care of dinner. That was one less thing to worry about. A few minutes later the bell rang and Ichigo opened the door to see the pizza boy holding two cardboard boxes, a heavenly aroma drifting from them. Ichigo paid the guy before taking the boxes into the living room, where he was quick to open one and dig in.
"Hey, hey," Grimmjow said, walking out of the bathroom in just his boxers. He had a towel around his neck and his hair was still damp, hanging a little past his chin in wet waves. "Starting to eat without me? And you forgot to open up a bottle of wine."
"Wine with pizza?" Ichigo asked, a little incredulous.
"Hell, yeah," Grimmjow replied, even as he walked to the kitchen. "It's a special dinner. We're celebrating my first season as a pro-football player, after all."
"Again, with pizza?"
"Hey, I like pizza."
Ichigo scooted over as Grimmjow made his way over to the couch, a bottle of red wine and two glasses in his hand. Grimmjow poured glasses for both of them, then handed one over to Ichigo.
"How are you feeling?" Ichigo asked. "About the game?"
Grimmjow shrugged. "Everyone and their mom knows that we won, it's just a technicality that the Antlers get the actual fucking credit for it. I'm happy with how I played."
"Yeah," Ichigo agreed. "And I'm glad you and Ulquoirra didn't get into a fight."
"That punk's not worth it," Grimmjow replied, even though the scowl on his face made Ichigo think maybe he wasn't completely over things. "Everything that happened is in the past. What matters now is that I kick his ass on the football field."
Ichigo smiled as he took another sip of his wine. "Yeah."
As they ate pizza and drank wine, the two men chatted about Grimmjow's trip and football game. Ichigo made care not to bring up the meeting with Bucky or his interactions with La Liga. . . he wanted to bring that up at the right moment. Probably not until after he had an actual offer with a La Liga team, if that happened at all. At any rate, it was nice just to enjoy pizza and wine and relax a little bit after a long day at work. Afterwards they went to sleep, both of them too tired to do much else.
A few days later, after multiple phone calls and long distance charges, Ichigo had what he had been after from the beginning: an offer from a team in Spain. After the Atlético Madrid expressed interest, it had taken maybe a day of almost non-stop negotiations before Ichigo had worked out the details with them. Now all he had to do was take the offer to Grimmjow.
He decided to wait until they were post-coitus, since that was when Grimmjow was the most amenable to suggestions anyway. As it was he found the opportunity to bring it up when they were both soaking in the tub after an aqua-themed round of fucking. He sat on one end as Grimmjow sat on the other, their legs intertwined. Grimmjow had his head leaned back against the rim and looked so relaxed Ichigo thought there might even be a hope he'd say yes.
"So," Ichigo said. "Atlético Madrid is interested in signing you to a one-year contract."
"Not interested," Grimmjow said, so quickly that Ichigo didn't have time to even prepare his rebuttal.
"They pay more," Ichigo continued, "and it's a bigger league. You might have more opportunities to play in the international forum."
"Forget it," Grimmjow said.
"Why not?" Ichigo pushed.
"Because you're not in Spain, you're here."
Ichigo simultaneously blushed and scowled at the admission, though Grimmjow seemed to be acting just as casually as ever. Still, he couldn't exactly let this go.
"What if you wouldn't be able to football if you stayed here?" Ichigo asked. "What if your dad made it so you couldn't play football again unless you returned to Spain?"
Grimmjow lifted his head up then, his eyes narrowed. "Have you been talking to my dad?"
Ichigo's scowl deepened, his blush all but forgotten. "I had to. He had his expensive legal team running around trying to get you fired from the team. But, you know, he's not doing it to hurt you. He just wants to connect with you."
"A little too late," Grimmjow scoffed. "And you know what? He can just try. If I can't play football, I'll just do something else."
"Seriously?" Ichigo asked, incredulous and not a little bit frustrated. "You'd rather stay here with me than be able to play football?"
"Yeah," Grimmjow said. "Yeah, actually, I would."
They blinked at each other, both of them surprised by the words. Ichigo didn't think that Grimmjow had even thought about it before he said it. He probably hadn't even grasped the meaning of the words until they had came out of his mouth. They both turned their heads away, feeling a little awkward and embarrassed.
"What if I came with you to Spain?" Ichigo finally asked.
For a long moment, Grimmjow just looked at him. "Are you serious? You'd move to Spain?"
"Yeah," Ichigo replied. It's not like he had just thought this up, spur of the moment. He had been thinking about it ever since he realized Grimmjow would have to go to Spain to play football. He had talked to his family about it and he had talked to Urahara. And the more he thought about it, the more he thought it would be a good solution. He had always wanted to travel abroad, after all, but had never had the chance to do it. If he hated it he could just fly back to Japan.
"Again, are you serious?"
Ichigo frowned and splashed some water Grimmjow's way. "I already said yes."
"Okay," Grimmjow said, instinctively turning his face to avoid the water. "Okay. I guess I'll think about it, then."
"Then think about it," Ichigo said, as they both relaxed into the tub. He was feeling pretty positive about their discussion, even if Grimmjow was being non-committal.
A few weeks later, Ichigo's apartment had transformed into a circus. There were boxes and trash all over the place, and more people than the apartment should really fit. Ichigo's entire family was there to help him pack and would stay to see them off at the airport in a few days. While Masaki and Yuzu ran around helping to clean and pack things up, Karin sat at the kitchen table with her laptop trying to finish up a thesis she had due. Grimmjow, somewhat surprisingly, was helping her. Apparently he was actually a pretty good writer. And Isshin, of course, was getting in the way and otherwise goofing off.
"Dad!" Yuzu called from the bedroom. "We need you to carry something downstairs!"
While Ichigo was probably going to end up throwing out most of his things and shipping others over, Yuzu and Karin were taking it upon themselves to claim items for their respective dorm rooms. Items such as Ichigo's new, expensive flat screen television. . . well, Ichigo thought, he could just buy another one in Spain anyway.
"One minute, sweetheart!" Isshin called back, from somewhere outside the open door. "I'm trying to rescue this stray cat!"
"Dad," Ichigo said, "how many times do I have to tell you? That's the neighbor's cat, leave it alone!"
"Hey," Grimmjow said, looking at the clock, "we should probably leave. The party's going to start soon."
"Ohhh," Isshin said, fluttering inside as something on the kitchen counter caught his attention. "Is that a bottle of champagne?"
Ichigo's eyes widened as he ran and clutched the mostly empty bottle to his chest. He and Grimmjow had used that bottle for certain. . . extracurricular activities, the other night. "It's spoiled. I'll throw it away on my way out."
"Oh," Isshin said, pouting. "That's too bad."
Still clutching the bottle as though it was some precious artifact, Ichigo said goodbye to his family as Grimmjow stood to join him. They left, Ichigo chucking the bottle into a dumpster as they made their way to the car. Urahara was throwing them a goodbye party at the Intercontinental, friends, teammates, and co-workers all invited. Ichigo had asked his family to come, but they were pretty excited about getting some sightseeing done while they were in Tokyo.
They took an elevator to the rooftop and stepped out into the pool area. The pool was fairly standard, as far as pools went, but the views around it were spectacular. They could see the tops of skyscrapers all around them, lit up with lights even though the sun hadn't set yet. It would no doubt be even more beautiful once the sun did set and the blue water of the pool was illuminated from underneath the surface.
The space around the pool was already crowded with people they knew, but the first person they happened to see was Ishida. The surgeon-in-training smiled as he walked up to them, a glass of wine in his hand.
"Kurosaki," he said, coming to wrap his arms around Ichigo in a hug. "Congratulations! I still can't believe you're actually moving so far away."
"I know," Ichigo said, "I can't believe it either."
Ishida pulled back and smiled and nodded at Grimmjow. "Jaegerjaquez. Congratulations on your new contract."
"So you're the ex, huh?" Grimmjow made a point of looking Ishida up and down. "Yeah. I've got nothing to be threatened by. You two have fun chatting, I'm gonna go get a drink and find my teammates."
Ishida scowled as Grimmjow walked off. "What exactly did he mean by that? For his information, people consider me very attractive."
"I know, Ishida," Ichigo said, trying to appease the first love of his life. "He's just trying to push your buttons, just ignore him."
Ishida raised an eyebrow at Ichigo. "I can't imagine what you see in him, besides good looks. Although. . . I guess as long as you're happy, that's all that matters."
Ichigo smiled. "Thanks, Ishida."
Before Ichigo could ask what Ishida was up to these days, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see Chad there, a small square case in his hand.
"It's a rough cut," Chad said, smiling as he handed over a cd case to Ichigo. "You'll just have to come back to visit if you want a copy of the final cd."
"Chad!" Ichigo exclaimed, taking the cd into his hands. "That's amazing, thank you! And of course I'm coming back to visit. You better not forget about me when you get famous. . . I'm expecting backstage tickets when your world tour comes to Spain, you know."
The three old friends chatted a bit before Ichigo saw some people waving to him from by the pool The bald head and black bob were more than enough to give away their identities, and he excused himself to go say hello to Yumichika and Ikkaku.
Once he got there, Yumichika pressed a drink into his hand, some awful pink thing in a martini glass.
"It's your party!" Yumichika said. "Why aren't you drinking?"
"I am now," Ichigo replied, taking a sip of his frilly pink drink.
"I guess this makes you an official couple," Yumichika cooed. "Fuck buddies no more. Is it okay if I put the scoop in my column?"
"Oh, come on, Yumi," Ikkaku said. "Leave him alone for once."
Yumichika mock-pouted. "You're such a meanie, Ikkaku."
Ichigo couldn't help but laugh. These two never changed. . . although he did wonder when they were going to give it up and just start dating already.
"Hey, guys," Ichigo said. "I'll come back and talk with you later, but do you mind if I go find Urahara-san first?"
"Sure thing, sweetie," Yumichika said with a wink. "We'll be here waiting."
Ichigo caught a glimmer of a floppy hat and started to make his way towards it. And then he realized he should maybe pick up Grimmjow so they could both thank Urahara together. He found Grimmjow in the middle of a chat with Renji, Kenpachi and Byakuya, a bottle of beer in his hand.
"Hey," Ichigo said, as he came to join the motley crowd.
"Hey," Renji said, smiling warmly. Apparently he had gotten over whatever awkwardness he felt from their relationship, much to Ichigo's relief. "Congratulations, Ichigo! You must be excited."
"Yeah," Ichigo said, smiling. "I am. But, Byakuya, what are you doing here? I didn't know you were in Tokyo this weekend."
"My family had some business to attend to," Byakuya said, "and I chose to accompany them. And I brought my new bodyguard with me."
Ichigo blinked up at a grinning Kenpachi. Bodyguard?
"It's a pretty great job," Kenpachi said. "And I don't think I have to tell you about the. . . ahem. . . fringe benefits."
"Must you be so uncouth?" Byakuya asked.
"Hey, I didn't even say anything."
"But your insinuation came through loud and clear."
"Sorry to interrupt, but I just came to get Grimmjow," Ichigo said. "Grimmjow, we should probably find Urahara-san and thank him for throwing this party for us. He said something to me before about making a toast to start off the festivities."
"Yeah, okay," Grimmjow said. "Let's go."
They were halfway towards the other man when they were ambushed, a hand coming out to grab the sleeve of Ichigo's jacket.
"Ichigo!"
Ichigo turned to see Kira standing there. There was a man next to him, but said man was facing away. With his short, spiky dark hair, Ichigo was pretty sure it wasn't Gin.
"Gin couldn't make it," Kira said. "He said to send his congratulations."
Then Kira's eyes lit up as they turned toward Grimmjow.
"Jaegerjaquez-san," he said, somehow gushing even as he kept that slow, morose tone of his. "I'm such a fan. I'm so glad that I could finally meet you."
As Kira started to shake Grimmjow's hand, the man beside Kira turned to face them. Ichigo paled to see who it was, even as recognition spread over the other man's face.
"Hey!" Hisagi Shuhei exclaimed, smiling at Ichigo. "If it isn't Kurosaki-san!"
"Oh," Kira said, turning back to Ichigo, "do you know my friend Hisagi?"
"Yeah," Hisagi said, before Ichigo could answer himself. "I see him almost every week. He's a regular at my shop."
"Shop?" Grimmjow asked, curiosity piqued.
Hisagi nodded, expression all of the sudden serious as things turned to business. "Only the finest gay sex shop in Tokyo."
"Gay sex shop," Grimmjow repeated, a smirk growing on his lips. "And you said every week? Ichigo, is there something you've been keeping from me?"
Ichigo wanted to crawl in a hole and die. "Hey, I think I see Urahara-san! Grimmjow, let's go!"
"Actually, I think I want to stay and chat with Hisagi here-"
But Ichigo was already grabbing Grimmjow's arm and pulling him away. When they finally got to Urahara, they saw that he was talking to Orihime and a small, short-haired girl.
"Kurosaki!" Orihime squealed. "Congratulations! It must be so exciting, moving to Spain all of the sudden. Like an adventure. Oh! Have you met my girlfriend, Tatsuki?"
"Pleased to meet you," Tatsuki said, shaking each of their hands.
"I was wondering when you'd get here," Urahara said. "Fashionably late, perhaps?"
"Something like that," Grimmjow replied.
"Well," Urahara continued. "We might as well start the party."
There was already a microphone set up nearby, but then Urahara always was good at planning ahead. He walked up to it, gesturing for Ichigo and Grimmjow to follow, and tapped on it with his finger. The noise from the taps reverberated through the outdoor space. The crowd grew silent and turned, watching as Urahara started to speak.
"First," Urahara said, "I'd like to say thank you to everyone who came here today. I think we can all say that we're happy to be able to celebrate Grimmjow's new contract with Atlético Madrid and the start of the European branch of Urahara Promotions."
Wait, what? Sure, Urahara had told Ichigo that he could work from Spain, but he hadn't said anything about being in charge of starting up a branch.
"Yes," Urahara continued, "this is as big of a day for the company as it is for Grimmjow and Ichigo. And I'd like to thank all of you, our treasured clients and our friends, for being with us through it all. Now, a toast, to Ichigo and Grimmjow."
As Urahara turned and raised his glass towards them, Ichigo and Grimmjow did the same. Ichigo frowned to see, however, that he was still holding Yumichika's girly pink drink. Oh, well. At least it tasted pretty good.
"May your time in Spain be as fruitful as your last few months in Japan."
Every one cheered and drank and Urahara stepped away from the microphone. As the noise died down to conversation level and the band started to play, Grimmjow turned towards Ichigo with a smile on his face.
"Any second thoughts?" he asked.
"No way," Ichigo said, shaking his head.
Grimmjow raised his glass to meet Ichigo's, their eyes connecting over the rims.
"To Spain," Grimmjow said, voice uncharacteristically soft.
Ichigo did him one better.
"To us."
.End.

A few nights earlier . . .
"I'm home," Ichigo called out, stepping into his apartment. As he slipped his shoes off he heard Grimmjow's answering reply.
"Welcome home."
For a moment Ichigo couldn't help but imagine Grimmjow playing the role of the stereotypical Japanese newlywed, spouting off some cliched line like, "Would you like dinner, a bath, or me?" It was actually a somewhat horrifying thought, but Ichigo guessed he didn't have to worry about something like that happening. Grimmjow's voice had come from the bedroom and Ichigo made his way there to find the other man laying in bed reading some sports magazine.
"Urahara-san said okay to everything," Ichigo said. "The contract will be ready for us to sign tomorrow."
"Really? Just like that?"
"Yeah. He actually seemed pretty happy about it." A little too happy, Ichigo thought, but he wasn't going to think too deeply about it. He was going to get to keep his job and go to Spain, so he couldn't really complain. "He even gave me this bottle of champagne to celebrate."
"Come here," Grimmjow said, tossing the magazine away and patting the bed.
There was a smirk on Grimmjow's face that let Ichigo know exactly why he wanted him on the bed, and Ichigo didn't particularly mind. Ichigo put the bottle down on the nightstand as he made his way over. Only to scowl as Grimmjow grabbed him, tossed him on the bed, and clicked something around his wrists.
"What the hell?" Ichigo asked. He tugged at his hands, but they were now attached to his headboard by what appeared to be metal handcuffs. Really, Grimmjow couldn't even be bothered to get the velvet lined ones? That was pretty much the only thought Ichigo had time for before Grimmjow's hands were running over his body, tugging his tie loose and pulling open his shirt with enough force to make the buttons pop off. "Grimmjow, get off me!"
Grimmjow only grinned. "Why? You were totally okay with this a minute ago."
"That was before you handcuffed me and ruined my shirt!"
"I'll buy you a new one," Grimmjow said, large hands running underneath the fabric and up Ichigo's ribs. "Come on. Let's pretend that you're some young, rising executive and I'm a subordinate you managed to piss off, taking my revenge."*
Ichigo's scowl deepened. "By raping me?"
"I'm kind of a psychopath like that," Grimmjow said with a shrug, before pressing a kiss against Ichigo's tightly closed mouth.
"I also don't see myself pissing off subordinates," Ichigo said.
"I don't know, you can be kind of cold and distant to people you don't know. And don't forget blunt. You can be a little too honest sometimes." Grimmjow pressed another kiss against the side of Ichigo's mouth before leaning his forehead against Ichigo's. "I'm going to take off your pants now."
Ichigo sighed. "Fine."
Ichigo squirmed a little bit in an attempt to help as Grimmjow pulled off his pants and boxers. Soon enough he was basically nude, save for his white socks and the button-down shirt and tie that were pushed to both of his sides.
"Now," Grimmjow said, running a hand up the inside of Ichigo's thigh. "How should I exact my revenge?"
"Can we stop with that scenario?" Ichigo asked with a frown. "I don't think role-playing is really my thing."
And then Ichigo gasped as two of Grimmjow's fingers pushed their way into his hole. Ichigo couldn't help but thrust his hips into the touch, especially when Grimmjow started to finger fuck him properly, twisting his fingers as he forced them in and out.
"You're still wet from this morning," Grimmjow said.
"I am not," Ichigo managed to counter, even as his thoughts centered more and more around Grimmjow's fingers inside of him. "That's impossible."
"Are you sure about that?"
Grimmjow's fingers spread open into a 'V' inside of Ichigo, hitting his inner walls in a way that made Ichigo moan and arch. But then Grimmjow pulled his fingers out all the way, leaving Ichigo feeling empty. Ichigo tugged on his hands before remembering that they were attached to the bed. He debated kicking Grimmjow in the head to get the other man's attention back, especially since Grimmjow was currently more interested in looking through his nightstand drawer.
"What happened to those toys you used to have?" Grimmjow asked, as though he was inquiring about the weather.
Ichigo turned bright red as he thought about his 'toys.' "I got rid of those a long time ago."
"Really? That seems like kind of a waste, doesn't it?"
"Can we not talk about that right now?" Ichigo asked, trying to struggle his way toward Grimmjow to close the drawer. But then he noticed that Grimmjow was staring at the champagne bottle. "Grimmjow. Don't even think about it."
He shouldn't have protested. Protesting just made Grimmjow's lips spread out into a wider smirk.
"Why not?" Grimmjow asked. "It's not like the neck of it's any bigger than a dildo."
"Because it's a freaking champagne bottle," Ichigo said.
Too late. Grimmjow was already reaching for it.
"Come on," Grimmjow said, already opening it with a loud 'pop.' "Just the tip. I'll just put it in for a little bit, see how it feels."
Ichigo scowled. "I'm sorry, are you trying to deflower some teenage virgin here?"
Grimmjow chuckled at the question. "You know, saying it was just going to be the tip never worked for me anyhow. Just relax, Ichigo. You'll like it. You always do. Press your legs together."
That order confused Ichigo a little bit, but he did as he was told and watched as Grimmjow slathered lube on the surface of the bottle. First, though, it seemed as though Grimmjow had a wakame sake style scenario in mind. He poured the champagne into the valley formed by Ichigo's thighs, covering Ichigo's groin with a small pool of liquid. Ichigo shivered at the sensation. The champagne was cool and bubbled around the sensitive skin of his currently limp cock; it felt strangely pleasant, in a way that Ichigo couldn't really describe. But what felt even better was when Grimmjow leaned down and started to lap at the liquid like a large cat. His tongue would sometimes brush against Ichigo's cock in a firm but too quick motion, and the heat of his tongue contrasted with the coolness of the champagne drove Ichigo crazy. As the liquid disappeared those brushes of the tongue became more and more frequent, until it was completely gone and Grimmjow sucked Ichigo's cock into his mouth.
Ichigo moaned and thrust upward into that wet heat. He was completely hard at this point, but he swore that he grew even harder as Grimmjow's tongue swept around the head of his cock and dipped into the slit at the end. Grimmjow sucked and licked every millimeter of him, lapping every drop of champagne from Ichigo's skin. Eventually he let go, pressing a kiss against Ichigo's cock before grinning against it.
"Open up," he said, his voice low and throaty, his thumb nudging at the space underneath Ichigo's balls.
Ichigo gulped and spread his legs. At this point he was too foregone to protest what Grimmjow had in mind; he just wanted something inside of him. He close his eyes and relaxed his head against the pillow. Before almost jumping as the slick, cold rim of the champagne bottle touched his taint. Grimmjow pressed it against his skin there and dragged it downward, agonizingly slow, until it was pressed against his hole. Ichigo tried to relax, spread his legs even more, and just breathed as the end of the bottle tried to force its way in.
When the bottle did manage to breach him, it sunk in several inches with a strange kind of 'plop.' It didn't feel bad; Grimmjow was right that it wasn't bigger than most of Ichigo's dildos. It was cold, too cold, but for some reason that just seemed to heighten the pleasure. Ichigo opened his eyes and looked downward, only to see the slender neck of the bottle disappearing inside of him. At the bottom of the neck the body flared out to its full width, and Grimmjow even managed to forced a little of part inside Ichigo as well. Then Grimmjow, his eyes riveted on where the bottle disappeared into Ichigo's body, started to fuck him with it.
Ichigo gasped and moaned. His body was starting to quiver with the onslaught; Grimmjow had adjusted the angle just so, and with each inward thrust cold, bubbling champagne was spilling out into him. He could feel it filling him up, feel it splash out around the bottle. And then he felt Grimmjow pull the bottle completely out and replaced it with his tongue, licking up the champagne that then came spilling out of him.
The bottle was promptly tossed onto the floor. Grimmjow's clothes were quickly removed. And then he was taking his place in between Ichigo's legs, inserting his cock inside Ichigo's ass without preamble. Ichigo moaned at the feeling of being spread open so completely once again. He wrapped his legs around Grimmjow's torso, ankles crossing at his lower back, and trust back as Grimmjow thrust forward. His cock bounced between them, hard and leaking, but it wasn't long before Grimmjow grabbed it and started to stroke. At that point Ichigo was ready to lose it. His body tensed, his cock twitched, and spurt after spurt of milky white cum came spilling out of him onto his stomach. As his body went limp again he was vaguely aware of Grimmjow's cock still fucking him, until a few minutes later Grimmjow came as well, heat spilling inside of him.
Another few minutes after that, Grimmjow started to snore. Ichigo's eyes widened. He was still handcuffed and Grimmjow's cock was still inside of him, this was not the time for Grimmjow to be falling asleep.
"Grimmjow," Ichigo said, "wake up!"
He tried to twist his body around, but Grimmjow's weight and his bound hands kept him from doing much else. Eventually he resigned himself to the fact that Grimmjow had fallen asleep and wasn't going to wake up anytime soon. Besides, if he moved around too much Grimmjow would probably get hard again and fuck him while he was asleep. Sighing one last time, Ichigo closed his eyes and tried to go to sleep, figuring it wasn't the worst position to be in.

* What do you guys think about this as the premise of a non-con PWP?
A/N: So eventually I will make a proper sequel to this, although I think I need to take a break from this story for a little bit! But you can look forward to familiar characters visiting and new characters appearing, Ichigo and Grimmjow getting tired of monogamy and seeking out more 'alternative' arrangements, and most likely some serious jealousy issues popping up. What characters would you guys like to see in the sequel (no promises, but I'll take them into consideration)?
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