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Underneath It All	By : Raceysama Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 4160 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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CHAPTER 16: PROGRESS
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XOXOXOXO
Karakura Town
August 2008
Ichigo stared out of his bedroom window, where he sat comfortably on the windowsill, sipping from a mug of tea. He was clad in a pair of hunter-green boxers, a white wife beater and white, cotton ankle socks. It was nine in the morning, and he still hadn't gone to sleep since arriving home from Las Noches at four-thirty to Renji's attack.
He couldn't sleep. How the hell could he? Ichigo's mind and emotions were in a frenzy, making rest absolutely impossible. His body still hummed and tingled from what had occurred only an hour ago. The image of Grimmjow poised over him, moving inside him, face flushed and panting harshly...what was he saying again?
Jesus Christ. It drove him to distraction, making heat and goosebumps erupt across his skin whenever he thought about it - which seemed to be every second of every minute. His face was on fire from his recollections, but he was damn near giddy with glee. Ichigo had finally done what he'd only dreamt about for years - he'd made love to Grimmjow. It sounded cheesy, he knew, but there was no other way he wanted to describe it, because "fucked" was just too crass for such a special moment.
It had not only been Grimmjow's first time with a guy, but it had been Ichigo's dream come true, and for someone with no experience with men, the blunet had done an exceedingly good job.
Ichigo studied the buildings visible from his window, as well as the overcast sky that promised rain. He had told Grimmjow he loved him. It had been so unexpected, but he'd been so high and emotional...it had just seemed to come out on its own. Not to mention, those three little words had been almost begging to be said for longer than he and Grimmjow had even been together.
Ichigo loved Grimmjow; he wasn't ashamed of that at all, but he knew his blue-haired boyfriend probably hadn't been ready to hear that, let alone return the sentiment, regardless of how he had responded. Ichigo glanced over at his western-styled, full-sized bed, and had to stifle a chuckle, instead settling for an amused grin. Grimmjow lay spread-eagled on his back, mouth open as he snored rather loudly, his features peaceful in his slumber. The violet-colored sheet was draped across his hips, clinging low enough to reveal the enticing "v" of his pelvis, also broadcasting the fact that the larger man was still very much in the nude.
God, he was beautiful.
XOXOXOXO
Karakura Town
August 2008
About an hour ago
"I love you."
Grimmjow was silent but Ichigo imagined blue eyebrows reaching towards an equally blue hairline, since the blunet's face was still tucked into the crook of his neck. Ichigo hadn't meant to say it, but he very well couldn't take it back now - not that he'd even want to. It was how he felt; he just wasn't sure his boyfriend was ready to hear that.
Ichigo felt the man shift over him until he was gazing down at him. Blue eyes regarded him with a mixture of amusement, curiosity, and something he was unable to label at the moment. Suddenly, the corner of Grimmjow's mouth lifted into a crooked grin as he cocked his head to the side.
"I know," he murmured, and captured Ichigo's lips in a soft kiss. Ichigo felt his face get warm, as liquid heat gathered in the pit of his stomach. Before he could respond, Grimmjow started speaking again. "I knew for a while now, Ichi. I just - I don't -" Ichigo silenced the blunet with a finger over his lips.
"Don't. Don't say anything until you feel like you're ready to, Grimm. It wasn't my intention to make you feel obligated to return the sentiment or anything...I, I just wanted you to know how I feel about you. How I've always felt about you," Ichigo said quietly.
Grimmjow tilted his head to the side, his expression happy, yet also relieved. His large, warm hand cupped Ichigo's cheek as he brought their foreheads together.
"Thank you, Ichigo," he whispered before kissing him again.
XOXOXOXO
Karakura Town
August 2008
Ichigo smiled to himself in remembrance. There was absolutely nothing he wouldn't do for the man lying in his bed, and that included being patient with him. It was enough that Grimmjow had come as far as he had in their relationship, so bearing with him while the man came to terms with his feelings - if there even were any - was fine with him.
Suddenly, the sheet rustled and Grimmjow's rumbling snores ebbed, drawing Ichigo's attention. The blunet had rolled onto his right side, facing Ichigo, with his right hand pillowing his face and his left reaching towards the space Ichigo had occupied. Coming up empty, sleepy blue eyes cracked open a fraction, and when they landed on him seated in the window, opened all the way, then blinked sluggishly several times.
"What're ya doin' outta bed, Ichi?" Grimmjow's sleep-ridden voice sent small shivers rushing down Ichigo's back, and made his belly quiver with excitement.
"Not tired. Go back to sleep, Grimm."
Grimmjow buried his face in the pillow, but kept his eyes locked with Ichigo's. A slow, lazy grin stole across his features, completely depleting Ichigo's air supply, as well as raising his eyebrows to his hairline. Grimmjow patted the space beside him, smile still in place.
"C'mere."
Ichigo felt his face ignite and knew he was probably as red as a tomato, but damn if he wasn't thoroughly aroused. Pressing his lips together, then setting his mug of tea down on the windowsill, he headed to the bed, stripping as he went. Once he sat on the side of the bed and peeled his socks off, he was instantly encased in a warm embrace, Grimmjow's arms locked around his waist, pulling him towards his chest as Ichigo turned to face him.
"I can help with that insomnia," Grimmjow rumbled before kissing him. Ichigo grinned against his lover's lips.
"Oh yeah?" he murmured, running his fingers through soft, blue locks. Grimmjow pulled back, wide, feral smirk firmly in place.
"Mhmm, like Nyquil, just take me 'til ya doze off."
Fire spread through Ichigo's loins at the suggestive comment, and he attacked Grimmjow's mouth with renewed enthusiasm, tugging on the man's hair. The larger man rolled them over, positioning Ichigo on top of him and straddling those powerful thighs.
Ichigo ran his hands over the broad, firm chest underneath him and sighed with satisfaction, heart swelling with intense emotions. He leaned over and continued the kiss where they'd left off, taking control of it as he explored the warm, wet cavern. Grimmjow moaned softly, making Ichigo's dick harder than it already was.
He broke the kiss, traveling down his boyfriend's thickly corded neck, where he bit down harshly on the pulse point, leaving an angry red mark in his wake. Grimmjow growled and gripped his waist bruisingly, rolling his hips as he pressed Ichigo against his erection.
"Mmm, Ichi."
Ichigo, spurred onwards by that deep voice reverberating throughout his entire being, left open-mouthed kisses across his lover's chest before finally capturing his right nipple between his teeth, nipping gently. Grimmjow's hand plowed through Ichigo's hair, then gripped the back of his head as he gasped.
Ichigo blessed the man's left nipple with the same treatment, before slowly dragging his tongue down the rock-hard indentations marking Grimmjow's perfect abdomen. God, he really was gorgeous everywhere. Fine, pale blue hairs led downwards from a cute, "inny" navel, to an impressive member already straining and throbbing with desire. Ichigo followed that trail like Dorothy on the yellow brick road, inwardly clicking his heels in anticipation.
He licked his lips and ran his hand up the entire length, then back down to cup and massage his boyfriend's balls, smiling fiendishly when Grimmjow grunted softly. Ichigo flicked his tongue out, tasting the essence gathered in the slit of the pulsing erection before him. Grimmjow's taste was heady, potent, intoxicating; a delicious mixture of musk, sex and masculinity. He loved it.
Ichigo engulfed the head and swiftly took him into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks, sucking strongly. Grimmjow arched his back, tightening his grip in Ichigo's hair as he hissed loudly, hip muscles flexing. Then, Ichigo slipped his hands under his lover's firm bottom and squeezed as he calmly deep-throated him.
"Haah...Ichi...what the fuuuuck," Grimmjow moaned almost desperately, as he bucked his hips and grasped the back of Ichigo's head almost painfully, practically fucking his mouth.
If Ichigo could've smiled, he would've been grinning from ear to ear, but as it was, he was having a hard time not gagging on the incredible length down his throat.
"Unh...unh...unh," Grimmjow grunted in time to Ichigo's sucks, his head thrown back and mouth open in ecstasy. Ichigo narrowed his eyes in pleasure at the erotic sight, knowing he would never get tired of seeing it.
Suddenly, his hair was tugged harshly, pulling him away from the heavily saliva-coated arousal. The hand left his hair, but slid down to his neck, pulling him forward into an aggressive lip-lock.
"What the fuck're ya tryin' a'do to me, Ichi?" Grimmjow growled through deep pants.
"I thought that was obvious, Grimm," he answered snarkily. "I'm tryin' to make you come."
"Heh, Christ...you're too sexy for your own good, ya know that?"
"Yeah," Ichigo murmured against feverish lips, "can I finish the job now?" Grimmjow smirked, only the right side of his mouth lifting slightly.
"I got a better idea."
Grimmjow reached overhead for the bottle of lube that had been relocated to the nightstand, and once he retrieved it, gave Ichigo a perverted, toothy grin as he lifted his hips, rubbing his damp erection against the smaller man's entrance.
Ichigo grinned back just as lecherously. Well, obviously Grimmjow's fear and apprehension had been abated. He leaned down again, licking his boyfriend's soft bottom lip before prying his mouth open and plundering its depths. Ichigo quickly lost himself to the languid kiss, until something slick pressed against his tight hole, then slowly slipped inside. He arched his back, pushing back against the invading finger and humming in pleasure.
Grimmjow broke the kiss and licked a wet trail under Ichigo's chin, where he paused to suck on his adam's apple. In that instant, Ichigo felt him slip another finger inside him, and he groaned at the added friction, body practically begging for the real deal. Grimmjow's fingers were stroking his prostate with deadly accuracy, and Ichigo was trying his hardest not to rape the man.
"Grimm, now...please..." he panted, trying to regain some semblance of control. The blunet chuckled and withdrew his fingers, and after a few more seconds Ichigo felt the hot, blunt head of his lover's length prodding at his entrance.
Ichigo, losing all patience, lowered himself onto the presented arousal, adjusting to its girth when he finally reached the hilt. Grimmjow squeezed his eyes shut, his body trembling as he slowly caressed Ichigo's back, then lowered his hands to grip his bottom.
Ichigo was dancing on cloud nine, and could swear he heard angels singing. He loved the way the man fit perfectly inside him, as if their bodies were created specifically for one another. He lifted his hips slowly, but quickly lowered them, impaling himself on Grimmjow's stiff member.
"Fuck yes, Ichi," Grimmjow moaned, rolling his hips and gripping Ichigo's ass tightly. Ichigo bent over him, capturing his lips in another drugging kiss, and Grimmjow, using his grip on the smaller man's rear, guided his movements.
So fucking good.
Grimmjow had raised his knees for leverage, as Ichigo sat up slightly, resting his weight on his arms, while the blunet met Ichigo thrust for thrust. He couldn't hold it in anymore and cried out loudly, chanting his boyfriend's name over and over like a Buddhist's mantra.
God, if only Grimm would...
Ichigo took one of Grimmjow's hands and led it to his neglected erection, making blue eyes snap open to see what he was doing. Comprehension slowly dawned on him, and Grimmjow stroked the hardened flesh in time to their movements, bringing Ichigo that much closer to his completion as his toes curled, and his fingers dug into the bedsheets on either side of the man's neck.
"Hah-hah-harder, Grimm!" he moaned, breathing harsh and body desperate for release.
Grimmjow eagerly complied, bright, ocean-blue eyes half-lidded and locked with his hazy browns. His blunet boyfriend was so fucking hot during sex. His heavy pants, lightly dusted cheeks, and half-lidded blue eyes were like an aphrodisiac to Ichigo, heightening his senses and making his nerves taut with excitement.
Grimmjow's free hand traveled over Ichigo's stomach, up his chest and around his neck, where he left it and just watched his face. They stared into one another's eyes and the feeling it brought on was overwhelming. Ichigo's heart felt like it would burst from his extremely strong love and lust for Grimmjow.
"Shit! I'm comin'!" he yelped, his orgasm abruptly spurting forth over Grimmjow's hand with all the force of a geyser.
Grimmjow had been oddly quiet, aside from a few grunts and soft moans, but had stared at him relentlessly. Ichigo didn't have a chance to wonder why before Grimmjow bucked his hips one last time, and gripped his ass, pressing into him as deeply as he could. The loud moan the blunet issued made Ichigo groan with delight. Fucking sexy.
He collapsed onto Grimmjow's chest, lazily kissing his neck before resting his head there, breathing in the scent emanating from the larger man. After a few minutes, Ichigo felt his eyelids grow heavy, and snickered softly when he realized Grimmjow had been right about taking him until he fell asleep, because he was indeed tired.
Grimmjow ran a hand through Ichigo's hair, and gave a satisfied sigh as he settled that hand at the nape of his neck. In that moment, Ichigo felt an overwhelming urge to be sappy again, but he held back, and within seconds, he was asleep.
XOXOXOXO
Karakura Town
November 2008
"Oi, gaki, what took you so - ah, nevermind," his Pop chuckled slyly.
"Shutup, Pop," he grumbled.
Grimmjow had called his father around an hour ago, asking the older man to open up the club for him, and hold down the fort until he could make it there. His Pop hadn't said anything on the phone, only giving his assent before hanging up. Now, he knew why.
The old bastard wanted to mock him face-to-face...again.
He and Ichigo had been making themselves scarce since their first night together, but everytime he'd shown up at the club, his Pop would tease him mercilessly, not to mention Yor and Bandana Boy. Even Hirako and Stark would put their two cents in, thoroughly embarrassing him. Ichigo had been no help, gloating and making lewd suggestions, only adding fuel to the fire.
Grimmjow couldn't bring himself to get upset though, because he'd realized...he was in love with Ichigo. He'd come to that conclusion after their second time making love; he'd even said it, but Ichigo had fallen asleep and hadn't heard his declaration. After that, he'd been too afraid to say it again. Call him a coward, but he was scared. He didn't want to say it and jinx the relationship. Yeah, it was a childish excuse but it was how he felt. Things were going so well and he really didn't want it to go downhill all because of three simple words.
Add to that, the fact that he'd never actually been in love before, and there you had a recipe for fear. Sure, he'd had girlfriends in the past, but he'd never loved them. Liked them, of course, but love...entirely different ball game. Ichigo was his first of many things, and he'd be damned if he lost him. Fuck, his stomach went ballistic at the mere thought of it.
Ichigo had invited his red-haired friend, Renji, out to the club with them that night. Grimmjow had been blown away when his berry head had come to him telling him the news of his friend's sexual preference, and how the guy had been hiding it, thinking there was something wrong with him. All that time, and the fucker was gay his damned self. Life sure was strange.
Yor, Bandana Boy, Hirako and Stark were seated at the bar beside his Pop, grinning conspiratorially at him and Ichigo as they made their approach. Let the games begin.
"Well, well, well, nice of you two ta crawl outta bed long 'nough ta drop by," Bandana Boy commented. "I swear, berry boy, if ya were a chick, ya'd prob'ly be knocked up."
Grimmjow flushed as his jaw hit the floor. What the fuck? Ichigo just smirked and shrugged nonchalantly as he took a seat beside Hirako. What the FUCK? Was he the only one that felt like their sex life was being put on display?
"At least you're not limping anymore, Ichi," Hirako stated casually.
Apparently, he was.
"Grimm, you're not losing your touch, are you?" Stark asked in a lazy drawl.
Oh god, kill him now.
"What're ya talkin' 'bout? My boy's an animal, ain't that right, gaki?" his Pop added with their trademark shit-eating grin.
"He was probably being nice, ne Grimmjow?" Yor inquired, expression serious, but wide, emerald-green eyes glittering with amusement.
"Yeah, I made his favorite meal earlier," Ichigo said with a smirk and a wink. Grimmjow knew his face was beet red, as he plopped down into a seat next to his boyfriend.
"I hate all of ya, I hope ya know that," he grumbled sullenly, drawing laughter from his friends and father.
"Aww, boss, s'not that bad," Yumi chirped from his position behind the bar. "They're just happy you're gettin' some."
"Some, hell. From how many times he comes in late, he's getting a lot," Ikkaku corrected, a wide grin splitting his face in two.
"What the fuck." Grimmjow couldn't catch a break. It seemed like everyone was in on the madness.
Ichigo leaned over wearing a sweet smile and kissed his cheek, then ran his fingers through his hair in apology. Shit like that always made him forgive his lover's teasing. He turned his head and kissed Ichigo's soft lips.
"Ya know, I think ya do that on purpose just 'cuz ya know I'm gonna get ya back later on," Grimmjow growled softly, and Ichigo gave him a crooked grin.
"Busted."
Grimmjow chuckled and kissed him again. What would he do without this guy? Suddenly, someone cleared their throat from behind them. He turned and his gaze landed on Renji, who was smiling widely.
"Aren't you two cute," he teased.
"Ya wanna die, pineapple?" Grimmjow snarled.
"Settle down, kitty-cat. I don't want any trouble tonight, so you can retract those claws."
"Fuck you."
"Ehhh? Ain't that Strawberry's job? Or is he tired of ya already? Maah, I told ya your pipe game was weak," Renji taunted.
Grimmjow snorted, but grinned maniacally as he considered the red head before him. Three months ago, he'd still been wary of the guy, but they had gradually eased into a playful banter that anyone, who didn't know them, would think was serious.
"That'll never happen. 'Sides, Ichi seems to like my "pipe game" just fine. Right, babe?" Grimmjow asked, turning to glance at his boyfriend. The corner of Ichigo's mouth lifted, as he sipped a White Russian.
"Very much."
Everyone burst into laughter, and Grimmjow ordered a vodka and cranberry, feeling better than he had in years.
XOXOXOXO
Karakura Town
Las Noches
November 2008
Renji sat on a midnight-blue stool at the bar of Ichigo's blue-haired boyfriend's club, slowly sipping a long island iced tea. Ever since he'd started therapy, he'd slowed down on the drinking, and whenever he went out, he limited himself to only two drinks.
Speaking of therapy, that was going pretty well. Unohana-san was pretty laid-back, and on top of being a great listener (probably because it was her job), she also never judged him. It had taken him a whole month just to reveal his sordid past, but once he had, he'd felt like an immense weight had been lifted from his shoulders, making it much easier to tell Unohana everything. What he'd done to Ichigo; how he'd come to realize that he was attracted to men, but hid it, fearing he would go on a raping spree or something; his relationship with Rukia - everything.
As a result, he was doing much better. The nightmares had stopped, his gnawing guilt was slowly subsiding, and his friendship with Ichigo was blossoming once again. This time there were no restraints on either side; they were completely honest with each other, and it served to bring them closer together. They were still working out the kinks, but...it was getting better. Even his Uncle Kisuke had commented that he was doing much better.
Renji could see the relief in the blond's eyes whenever he went to visit him, and he would admit, he felt the same. He didn't feel like dying anymore. He didn't feel like the entire world was conspiring against him, or like he wanted to beat anyone that crossed his path into a bloody pulp. Most of all, he now understood that what had happened to him all those years ago had been an unfortunate incident, and not a foretelling of gay men's behavior. His step-father had been a sick man. A pedophile. And that had nothing to do with being gay at all.
Now, that he looked at it, he should've realized it sooner, but his fear and trauma had prevented it. It also explained his relationship with Rukia. At the time, he'd really felt like he'd been interested in her, even in love with her, but the truth of the matter was, he was trying to compensate for his "unnatural" attraction to the same sex. His only regret was how things had turned out between him and Rukia. She had really loved him and he'd hurt her. He had gone to her brother's house to apologize to the both of them, but had been told she wasn't there and hadn't been there since the day she moved out.
No one knew where she was and Renji feared for her health, mentally and physically. He knew she hated Ichigo with a fearsome passion, and there was no telling what the hell she was up to. He'd even gone looking for her, but had had no luck. He was really worried about her.
In the meantime, while him and Ichigo worked on their friendship, he'd struck up a friendly kind of rivalry with the Strawberry's boyfriend. At first, things had been rather tentative, and much like walking on eggshells, but after about a month, they both began to loosen up around one another. From there, they would argue over the smallest things, only to get on the other's nerves. It had gotten to the point where he now looked forward to it. The blue-haired guy, Grimmjow, was a pretty good guy, and it was obvious he adored Ichigo and vice versa.
They were made for one another.
Renji wished he could have someone like that, but it would take time, he knew. Just like it had taken time for the rest of his old friends to accept his apologies. Tatsuki had outright punched him in the face, but hugged him afterwards, telling him he'd better not fuck up again. Chad had only stared at him for several moments before finally nodding and slowly shaking his hand. The blond guy, Shinji, had shrugged nonchalantly, claiming he wouldn't be so nice if Renji decided to mess up again, and from previous experience, he knew firsthand just how strong the blond was.
And imagine his surprise to see Ikkaku working the bar alongside a short, dark-haired male, that just so happened to be his lover. Renji had felt insane guilt for pressuring Ikkaku into beating Ichigo, but the bald man had interrupted him, claiming his choices were his own, and he'd come to terms with them already. Renji feeling guilt for Ikkaku's actions was unnecessary.
Then there had been Ishida and Inoue. Ishida had glared at him murderously, until Inoue scolded him for being so rude. Inoue had accepted his apology, and even gone as far as hugging him and telling him to feel free to talk to her whenever he needed someone other than his therapist to talk to.
Ishida still hadn't said a word to him. Ah, well, can't win them all.
Renji's attention was jerked back to the present by Grimmjow's deep, rolling laughter. He could see why Ichigo was so infatuated with the guy; he was really hot. And damn did he look exactly like his dad, Alric. It was fucking eerie.
There were two other couples gathered at the bar that night. Shinji and his brown-haired boyfriend, Stark Coyote, who was sinfully lazy, and a tall, lanky dude named Nnoitra Jiruga and his petite, raven-haired, green-eyed boyfriend Ulquiorra Schiffer. Grimmjow called them Bandana Boy and Yor. Renji would admit the nicknames were a lot easier than the real thing.
Just then, Grimmjow's dad's voice accompanied the lights going up. Renji hadn't even noticed the time flying by. It was already three in the morning, the music had stopped, and the crowd was heading for the exit.
"Gaki, ya want me to close up too?" Alric boomed, his deep voice echoing across the emptying club. Grimmjow shook his head from his position beside Ichigo.
"Nah, I got it," the blunet responded, downing the rest of his drink and starting to rise from his seat.
Before Grimmjow could move, the most beautiful creature Renji had ever seen in his life, approached the blue-haired man, hands in the pockets of his torn dark-blue jeans. The dark-haired man was wearing a light-purple, long-sleeved shirt with "kiss the DJ" written across the front in black letters, the sleeves pushed up to mid-forearm, dark-blue jeans with a black belt, and black low-top Nike Air Force One sneakers. There were black rubber wristbands adorning each wrist, and tattoos on his face and neck. The man screamed sex with his slow, confident gait, and his devilish expression. Coal-colored eyes glanced in Renji's direction, sweeping his form with a quick, appreciative look, before refocusing on Grimmjow.
"I'm takin' off, chief," his deep voice rumbled, as he pushed a hand through his spiky hair.
Renji's mouth had gone completely dry. Who was that guy? He'd never been that strongly drawn to someone before, and it was certainly disconcerting.
"Alright, Shuuhei, see ya tomorrow night," Grimmjow returned, and the man named Shuuhei nodded, then headed for the exit.
"Psst, you're drooling," Ichigo whispered loudly. Renji shook his head slightly to focus, and immediately scowled at his friend.
"No, I'm not," he muttered. Ichigo lifted a brow and snorted.
"Sure. Then I guess you don't wanna come back tomorrow night for the pre-Thanksgiving Day party, huh?"
Renji grinned as he watched Shuuhei exit the club. "I never said all that."
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