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Two Sides to Every Coin	By : Raceysama Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 3000 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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CHAPTER 17: YOU GOT ME
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach...
Onwards...
XOXOXOXO
I've been waiting all day
To wrap my hands around your waist
And kiss your face
Wouldn't trade this feeling for nothin'
Not even for a minute
And I'll sit here long as it takes
To get you all alone
But as soon as you come walkin' my way
You gon' hear me say
There goes my baby
-Usher-
XOXOXOXO
Ichigo jumped when his phone alerted him to a new text message, and his eyes widened when he checked the readout. Grimm.
Do you mean that?
Ichigo smiled as he typed his reply.
Of course I do.
I wanna hear your voice. I'm gonna call you.
Ichigo shifted nervously wondering if his phone was bugged or something, before he finally sent an affirmative message. Not even half a minute later, his phone was buzzing. Taking a deep breath, he answered.
"Grimm." He sighed the man's name like he had just downed an ice cold glass of water on a hot summer's day. There was a brief silence on the other line before Grimmjow spoke.
"Fuck," he croaked. "Do you have any idea what you fuckin' put me through, Berry?"
Ichigo simultaneously winced at his words and breathed a sigh of relief at the use of the annoying nickname that had eventually become an endearment. If Grimm was calling him that, then he couldn't despise him.
"I'm so sorry, Grimm, I didn't know what else to do. He was gonna kill Karin and...and...shit, I'm sorry," Ichigo stated helplessly. "I hope you can forgive me one day. I just needed you to know that I don't hate you and I didn't fuckin' mean any-"
"Berry, shut the fuck up! That shit doesn't even matter! Shit, I need to see you," Grimmjow finished softly.
"You can't. Sharp has someone watching my house, the school, my Dad's place, and even your place. Hell, my phone could be tapped, but...when I saw your message...shit, I couldn't take it anymore. I miss you," Ichigo said thickly, his throat clogging pathetically as he rubbed his left temple with the fingertips of his left hand. God, when had he become such a fuckin' sissy?
"I'm gonna kill that motherfucker," Grimmjow said quietly before sighing deeply. "There are some things I need to say to you that I don't wanna say on the phone. I'll figure out a way to see you soon, Berry, you can bet your ass on that."
Ichigo blinked in surprise as he realized the call had been abruptly ended, but he couldn't bring himself to be angry or upset about it. Grimmjow didn't seem like he hated him and that was all he could ask for.
His stomach grew warm and a small smile pulled at the corners of his lips. Hearing Grimmjow's voice had been like food for a starving man and Ichigo felt so much better. At that moment, Shinji and Renji trooped back inside the apartment, arguing loudly.
"So fuckin' what! I want gyudon!" Renji shouted.
"Well, I don't! I want tempura!" Shinji yelled back.
Ichigo shook his head and smiled. Honestly. Those two argued like they hated each other sometimes.
"Shutup! I'll make both. Tell me you got the things I'll need?" Ichigo interjected, smiling happily.
Shinji stared at Ichigo before nodding, a slow smile spreading across his face. Renji looked back and forth between the two wearing a confused expression as he scratched the back of his head.
"Am I missin' somethin'?" He asked. Ichigo shrugged.
"So, I'm guessing it wasn't bad news," Shinji said coyly, as he set the bags he'd been carrying on the kitchen table. Ichigo blushed and grinned sheepishly.
"Uh, actually, I spoke to him," he muttered, staring down at his hands intently. Shinji's giggle brought his gaze back up quickly.
"So you guys made up then?" Renji asked.
"He doesn't hate me like I thought he did, but he hung up before we could really discuss anything."
"What do you mean?" Shinji scowled.
"He said he was gonna find a way to see me soon," Ichigo answered as he began preparing the food.
"Ichi-"
"Shin, I know, ok? I told him Sharp is watching me and that just made him say he was gonna kill the guy. Besides, I wanna see him too. If he can find a way that won't get my sisters harmed, then I'm all for it."
Renji gave a crooked grin as he regarded Ichigo silently. Shinji finally sighed heavily and sat at the table.
"I just hope you know what you're doing."
"Me too," Ichigo agreed.
Ichigo cooked dinner and they ate silently at the table, each engrossed in his own thoughts. Finally 7:30 rolled around and they all loaded up into Renji's car, Shinji giving directions to a relatively quiet area on the outskirts of Karakura.
They arrived at a medium-sized house and trooped up to the front door, where Shinji rang the bell. After a few minutes, what could only be described as a very pretty man, answered the summons wearing a wide smile. Ichigo openly stared. He couldn't help it. The guy was really feminine and Ichigo had never seen anything like him before.
The man was around 5'7", couldn't weigh more than 130 lbs., had his black hair cut in a short bob, and wore what looked like red and yellow feathers above and to the side of his right eye. He was wearing a yellow yukata and was barefoot.
"Shin-chan! Long time no see!" He cried and lunged forward, wrapping Shinji in a crushing hug. "Come, come! You're letting the heat out!"
They stepped in the foyer and removed their shoes before following the man to a room off to the left. It was a large living room with pale yellow carpeting, a plush, white semi-circular couch, a long wooden coffee table, a mounted flat-screen tv and soft orange walls.
"Sit, sit," the man urged before disappearing from the room.
"Shin, that's a guy?" Renji stage-whispered. Ichigo couldn't stop the snicker that escaped his lips making Shinji glare at the both of them.
"You idiot. How can he be a male escort if he's not a male? Now shutup before your stupid becomes contagious or something," Shinji scolded.
The man swooped back into the room and sat across from them on the other side of the couch. He looked Ichigo and Renji over before smiling warmly.
"I'm Ayasegawa Yumichika, but just call me Yumi. Shinji tells me you need some information on someone, orange-hair," he said in a friendly manner. Renji nodded.
"Ichigo," Ichigo stated. He would not allow this...man...to call him orange-hair.
"Sorry...Ichigo. So, what do you need to know?" Yumi tilted his head ever so slightly and flicked a hand through his hair.
"Do you know about a man named Sharp?" He asked, wasting no time at all. Yumi turned his eyes skyward and quirked his lips in a thoughtful expression before his eyes brightened with recognition.
"Tanaka?"
"Er, I think he said that's his name," Ichigo said scratching his head. Fuck, what a time to forget things.
"I know him. He and his boyfriend used to come to me all the time. Tanaka is bad news," Yumi said, his nose wrinkling. "It's a good thing he didn't know that his boyfriend would come to see Ikkaku every weekend."
"Ikkaku?" Ichigo asked dumbly.
"Oh, yeah, my roommate. Those two used to keep me awake almost all night. Then Ikkaku would walk around with almost nothing on! So not beautiful," Yumi shuddered delicately.
Ichigo sat silently and let the hilarity of the situation envelope him until it burst forth in the form of hysterical laughter. All eyes turned to him showing various levels of surprise and amusement.
"Ich, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Renji asked with a grin.
"Is your friend ok, Shin-chan?" Yumi stage-whispered, to which Shinji only shrugged, his eyes wide.
Ichigo, on the other hand, was grasping his stomach as tears rolled down his aching cheeks. Holy shit! It was too fuckin' much! That idiot Sharp was acting like the scorned avenger when the guy he was avenging had been fucking someone else. Jesus, he couldn't breathe.
"Oiiiiiii," Renji called. Ichigo slowly sobered and faced his friends.
"Sharp tried to kill Grimmjow because of some warped sense of vengeance for his boyfriend that Aizen had killed. Now it turns out his boyfriend was cheating on him. That's not funny to you?" Ichigo asked as he wiped his eyes. "Shit's funny to me."
"Tanaka tried to kill that blue-haired hunk?" Yumi gasped. Ichigo immediately bristled in anger and his eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"How do you know Grimmjow?" he asked stiffly.
"Don't worry, I don't know him personally, but I have seen him around and I remember when he used to do free-lance grunt work. He's so hot," Yumi said as he fanned himself. Ichigo breathed a sigh of relief. Thank god.
"Wait, Ichi, you said Aizen had Sharp's boyfriend killed. Why?" Shinji asked with a scowl.
"Grimm told me the guy, Luppi, was planning to have Aizen killed and Aizen found out about it."
"Yeah, Luppi was too arrogant and cocky. He thought he deserved a better rank than what he had and when Aizen wouldn't promote him, he started throwing his fights for money. After that, he was demoted and that's when he started talking about having Aizen killed. Aizen's second-in-command, Gin Ichi-somethin', found out and told him," Yumi supplied. Ichigo froze. Gin?
"Ichimaru?" He asked hesitantly and Yumi nodded.
Ichigo swallowed. What the fuck? Why didn't he know that? That asshole was his boss's second-in-command? What kind of twist of fate was that?
'Sorry 'bout that King. I sorta forgot ta tell ya that part,' Shiro said quietly.
'No shit! Too late now!'
"Ichi, you ok? You know this Gin guy?" Shinji asked.
"Yeah, he sorta caused some problems for me in middle school. That was a long time ago though. So, Yumi, how does Sharp have the sources to find me and kidnap my fuckin' sister?" Ichigo was getting irritated just thinking about it.
"Tanaka Sasaki AKA Sharp. Leader of the Soul Reapers and dealer of most things illegal. Drugs, weapons, you name it if it's illegal and he probably has his hand in it," Yumi said and sat indian-style in his spot on the couch.
"The Soul Reapers?" Shinji asked. "I've heard of them. Supposedly they go around with these strange masks and kill people for any or no reason at all."
"Mm, they used to be more organized and worked under certain ethics with the old leader Barragan Luisenbarn, but he suddenly stepped down and disappeared. Only a few people know where he is," Yumi ended with a yawn.
"Are you one of them?" Ichigo asked. He knew exactly who Barragan was and where he had "disappeared" to. Yumi grinned devilishly.
"Of course. I would never say though. That knowledge is rare for a reason."
"Mm, so how does Sharp fit into the equation?" Renji asked.
"Well, he was Barragan's second-in-command and when Barragan left, it was only natural that Sharp take over. He turned the Soul Reapers into a shady group of mask-wearing thugs. Not beautiful at all. But, that's where he gets his manpower and resources. It's undeniable that he makes a lot of money so it's easy to keep people at his disposal with the promise of being paid," Yumi explained.
"That explains a lot. If we could find his base of operations, I could go in and get rid of him," Ichigo growled the last part and Yumi raised a brow.
"You plan on going alone?" He asked incredulously. Ichigo shook his head.
"I don't have plans for anything just yet since I still have to find the bastard. But once I do, I plan to kill him slowly and painfully."
"Well, I can help, but you have to promise me something," Yumi baited, making Ichigo lift a brow skeptically.
"What?"
"I want the red-head."
Ichigo swore he could've heard a pin drop...on the carpet. That's how quiet it got. He chanced a look at Renji and saw his face had gone as white as a sheet as his hands gripped his knees. Shinji certainly wasn't helping the situation at all by cackling loudly.
"Um, but he's-" Ichigo started, unsure of what he should say exactly. Yumi raised an elegant brow before cackling as well.
"Oh, dear! Not him! Haha! I meant that strong, silent Espada. That long braid gives me wet dreams," he sighed.
"Ara! Too much information, Yumi!" Shinji giggled and Renji sighed audibly.
"Holy shit," he whispered as color started to come back to his face. Ichigo just sat dumbfounded. He still had a problem.
"Er, Yumi? I don't even know if he likes guys," he said. "He rarely even speaks!"
"He'll like me." Yumi sounded extremely confident, and that was all well and good, but what the fuck was he supposed to do? He couldn't just walk up to Aaroniero and say "hey, this guy wants to fuck you". Yeah. Noveno would probably kill him where he stood. Shit.
"Fine." What? Did you think he would pass this chance up? Fuck no. He'd risk it.
"Uwaaaahhh!" Yumi squealed and bounced energetically in his seat. "Yooosh! I know where Sharp's headquarters is. I can give you that, but the rest you'll have to get on your own. My knowledge does have a limit."
XOXOXOXO
"This better not be a fuckin' waste of time, Nnoitra," Grimmjow growled.
"Quit yer whinin'. This is mah source, so ya better be nice or I'll kick yer ass."
"You wish."
Even though Grimmjow sounded surly and grumpy, he was actually floating around ecstatically inside. After first receiving Ichigo's message, he'd sat in disbelief. 'Besides...I love you'. He kept seeing those four words in his mind over and over, but he needed to hear it from the berry himself. Grimmjow needed to see his face as he spoke those words, only then would he believe it.
Grimmjow hadn't been expecting a response to the text message he'd sent, but when he got one, he'd crumbled. He'd desperately needed to hear Ichigo's voice, so he called him. And damn, did he almost lose his composure upon hearing his name from his berry.
Ichigo had gone on to confirm Nnoitra's suspicions of Sharp being behind his leaving, and Grimmjow had felt almost insane with anger, but he had kept his head. Now he needed to see Ichigo like he needed to breathe. He had a plan, but he couldn't act on it until he accompanied Nnoitra to see this "source".
"So, who's this source?" he asked sullenly.
"Her name's Cirucci. She owns that bar by that little cafe ya always used ta go ta. She knows some seedy folks so I thought we'd go speak ta her and see if she knows yer guy," Nnoitra stated as they pulled away from Grimmjow's apartment building.
The rest of the ride was silent, leaving both men to their individual thoughts. Grimmjow couldn't stop thinking about Ichigo and how sad his berry had sounded. Well, he would fix that with what he had planned. His face creased into a grin as he thought about it. He couldn't wait.
They arrived at a modest establishment where people of all walks of life milled around either at the restaurant styled booths or the long bar. Nnoitra led Grimmjow to a booth in the back after leaning down and whispering something to a short black-haired man with wide innocent eyes. The little guy hurried off after bowing slightly.
"Who was that?" Grimmjow asked as they settled into their seats.
"Hm? Oh, that was Hanatarou. He's Cirucci's assistant er some shit like that."
"Mm."
Nnoitra ordered two shots of vodka and it made Grimmjow cringe. He was still a bit shy of hard liquor after his binge drinking, so he only ordered a beer. After a few minutes of waiting, an extremely short woman with deep violet hair and matching eyes approached their table.
"So? Whattaya want, Stick?" she asked Nnoitra irritatedly.
"Oi, that ain't no way ta speak ta me, ya know? 'Specially when I'm spendin' money in yer place," Nnoitra snapped. The woman rolled her eyes and shoved Nnoitra over to make room for herself.
"Ok, Stick. What's up?"
"I need some info if ya got it."
"About?" She asked as she eyed Grimmjow, making him lift an eyebrow in amusement. Was she checking him out? Ha. Wrong tree lady.
"My friend here needs ta know if ya know anythin' 'bout a guy named Sharp," Nnoitra explained.
"What's your name?" the woman asked Grimmjow abruptly.
"Grimmjow."
"Grimmjow? You used to work for Masaru, right?"
"Mm, once or twice I did a job for him. Is that relevant?" he asked, beginning to get annoyed. Why the fuck was she interrogating him? She shrugged and ordered a drink.
"I like to know who I'm assisting, so, yeah, you could say it's relevant." Grimmjow grunted and for some reason that made her smile at him. "I'm Cirucci, but Stick probably already told you that."
"Mmhm."
"So...why do you wanna know about Tanaka Sasaki?" She asked after sipping her drink that had just been delivered.
"I owe him a debt," Grimmjow said with a sinister grin. Cirucci raised a brow, then shook her head, a slow grin forming.
"He's in a lot of hot water these days, then."
"Meanin'?" Nnoitra prompted.
"I heard he's been overstepping his bounds a bit with almost everything he's involved in. Ripping off loyal clients, his goons rob and kill people for no reason, and he's gotten reckless. I also hear he's been baiting your boss, Stick."
"Wait, clients? Goons? Who is this guy, 'Rucci?" Nnoitra asked at the same time that Grimmjow planned to ask the same things.
"You heard of the Soul Reapers, right?" She waited for them to nod before continuing. "Well, when the old general left, Sharp took over. He completely ruined their reputation, if you ask me. He got them involved with drugs, illegal weapons, and prostitution, stringing them along with the promise of money. It's disgusting. Barragan is pissed and I'm sure he's thinking about reclaiming his throne," Cirucci explained before sipping her drink again.
Nnoitra exchanged glances with Grimmjow and it was obvious that he was thinking the same thing. Barragan Luisenbarn? As in Segundo?
"You talkin' 'bout Luisenbarn?" Nnoitra took the initiative in asking. Cirucci gave a sly grin.
"Why, Stick, don't tell me you didn't know that about your own teammate?" Nnoitra sucked his teeth.
"Yeah, well, it ain't my job ta be all in his business, ok?"
"Whatever. Yeah, he was the former general of the Soul Reapers, when they actually had a purpose and ruled the underworld with some type of morals. Now, they're just delinquents."
"That's all nice, but where can I find Sharp?" Grimmjow spoke for the first time since Cirucci's interrogation. Said woman only regarded him silently. He was about to ask again, when she stood from the table.
"I know a guy that might know something. Come back tomorrow night and I'll have what you need," she said.
"Thanks, 'Rucci, I definitely owe ya one," Nnoitra said, displaying his wide grin.
"Tch, you owe me more than one, Stick. One of these days, I'm gonna collect." She turned to Grimmjow and held out a hand. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Sexta." Grimmjow nodded and shook her hand. "See ya, Stick."
"Yeah."
Cirucci sauntered off and disappeared into the throng of people. Grimmjow glanced at Nnoitra before rising from his seat.
"Ya ready? I got somethin' to do," he announced. Nnoitra smiled again and climbed to his feet, then dropped a few bills on the table.
"Yeah, ya don't wanna be late er nothin'."
"Shutup," Grimmjow responded and was sorely tempted to roll his eyes as they left the bar.
XOXOXOXO
"This is upsetting," Aizen stated as he rested his chin on his fist.
"Yes, sir."
Aizen knew the reason Sharp was targetting Grimmjow was because he had promoted him to the Sexta position, Luppi's former rank. Aizen didn't like it.
Now, he had been informed of his new Septima being targetted as well because of his involvement with Grimmjow, which was surprising in itself. Aizen remembered chuckling to himself at the news of the Septima, whose name he had thought was Shiro, having a split personality. His real name happened to be Ichigo Kurosaki. After a small internal debate, he'd decided to keep him on as the Septima.
A few moments ago, Stark had come to him telling him of the situation between Grimmjow and Ichigo. He'd had to smother his surprise at the news of Grimmjow being seriously involved with anyone at all. The man's persona screamed loner. To find that he'd been mistaken was a shock for Aizen.
"Send Ulquiorra to Ichigo's home tomorrow. I want the full story before I proceed. Also-" Aizen started, but was interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Come!"
Tousen stepped into the office and bowed respectfully. Aizen observed his confident stance and deduced that it couldn't be bad news. Tousen would be much more nervous.
"Yes, Kaname?" He asked.
"This was found in Shawlong-san's abandoned vehicle a few hours ago. It seems to be notes about Sharp, but more importantly, there's an address, Aizen, sir."
Aizen's eyebrows lifted as he held his hand out for the papers that Tousen held in his hand. Was the information legit?
"Let me see it," he commanded and took the offered sheets.
Taking a moment to glance over them, he noted that it was definitely Shawlong's handwriting. The notes stated Sharp's behavior, business dealings, and finally...his whereabouts. It was real.
"Have Barragan come to my office, please."
"Yes, Aizen, sir."
XOXOXOXO
"Shinji, why the fuck are we at a hotel?" Ichigo asked as he peered out of the car window.
"I have to meet a client here to pick up a design," Shinji answered nervously, making Ichigo scowl.
"I'm comin' with you. I don't trust this setup," he said as they climbed from Renji's car.
Ichigo stood at the entrance waiting, as Shinji exchanged words with Renji, whose eyebrows shot up after what was said. Then a wide smile spread across his features as he went to presumably find a parking space.
Shinji jogged towards him but paused to type something into his phone. Ichigo was beginning to get impatient. He just wanted to go home and hopefully talk to Grimmjow again. Fuck, he couldn't wait until this whole shit with Sharp was over.
Finally, he and Shinji strolled to the elevators and boarded, where Shinji pressed the button for the sixth floor. They rode in relative silence, the only noise coming from Shinji's phone as he was in the middle of a text conversation with someone. Probably the client.
The elevator stopped with a jerk and that strange stomach-falling sensation, before they stepped off and Shinji paused in front of room 606. He knocked twice and entered, Ichigo right on his heels. He wasn't gonna let some creep jump his friend.
The hotel room was nice. Off-white carpeting covered the floor and the walls were the same ivory color. There was a door to the left that Ichigo assumed led to the bathroom and the bed...
Ichigo gasped loudly and stood rooted to the spot. There, sitting on the bed next to a gray duffel bag and wearing a small smile, was Grimmjow. Ichigo knew his mouth was hanging open and his heart was knocking against his ribs, but...Grimm. His Grimm.
"Ahem, well, I guess I'll be goin' now," Shinji stated with a smile. Ichigo couldn't respond. Hell, he couldn't even tear his eyes away from the blue-haired man before him.
"Thanks, Blondie," Grimmjow said. Ichigo vaguely noticed Shinji nod and give a small wave, then slip from the room, the door closing quietly behind him, leaving the two alone.
Grimmjow rose from the bed and slowly approached Ichigo until he was right in front of him. Ichigo wrung his hands and bit his lip, but not from nervousness, no. It was to keep from throwing himself into Grimmjow's arms like some cheesy romance novel. God, but he wanted to.
He stared into those electric blue depths and began to worry the longer the silence stretched on. Why wouldn't he say anything? Was he really mad at him?
Ichigo lowered his head and scowled as he chewed on his bottom lip. What should he do? What if-
But then, Grimmjow snorted bringing Ichigo's worried gaze back up to his face. A soft smile appeared before Grimmjow shook his head slightly and pulled Ichigo into a tight hug.
"I told you I'd see you soon, Berry," he murmured into his ear.
And then Ichigo's composure tumbled to the ground like children's blocks as he pressed his face into Grimmjow's neck and clung to him like a wet leaf. Ichigo swallowed repeatedly, chanting to himself that he wouldn't cry but, holding on to the person he'd wanted to see so badly, the person he'd thought for sure hated his existence, and being held back just as tightly, seemed to kick his resolve to the moon.
Ichigo never wanted to let Grimmjow go again. Ever. He'd never felt the way he felt for Grimmjow about anyone, and he wanted to keep him around for as long as possible.
Grimmjow pulled back a little but slipped his arms around Ichigo's waist and stared into his eyes. Ichigo tried to staunch the flow of moisture leaking from his eyes but couldn't. He was completely overwhelmed at the moment and powerless to his emotions. Grimmjow lifted his hands, cupped Ichigo's face and using the pads of his thumbs, wiped away his tears.
"I thought I'd lost you for good, ya know? I don't wanna lose you again. Ever. Ya got that?" Grimmjow demanded in a quiet tone. Ichigo nodded and he continued. "I need to hear you say it, Berry," he said, his voice thick.
"Yes?" Ichigo was a little confused. His mind was on something completely different.
"No, Berry, focus here."
"Sorry," Ichigo grinned sheepishly.
"Your message. I need to hear you say it," Grimmjow stated firmly.
Then it clicked in Ichigo's mind and he smiled as he lifted his hands and wrapped them around Grimmjow's wrists. Locking eyes with him, he spoke words he had only ever said to his family.
"I love you, Grimmjow Jaegerjaques."
He watched Grimmjow close his eyes and exhale deeply before gazing into his eyes once more. The man nodded.
"Good, 'cause I love you too, Ichigo."
As if a dam had been broken, they pressed together, kissing desperately, hands tearing at each other's clothes. Even though only five days had passed, it had been too fuckin' long as far as Ichigo was concerned.
They stumbled towards the bed where Grimmjow fell backwards pulling Ichigo on top of him. Ichigo ripped Grimmjow's t-shirt down the middle the same way the man had done to him the first time they'd had sex.
He tasted Grimmjow's neck, collarbone, down his chest to his right nipple. As he sucked the small nub between his lips, he revelled in the blue-haired man's groans. He treated Grimmjow's left nipple in the same fashion while his hands roamed down to the button of his jeans. Making quick work of the man's pants, they soon lay in a pile on the floor along with his boxers and torn shirt.
God, he'd missed that sight. A very naked Grimmjow, leaning back on his elbows and watching him with a half-lidded blue gaze. Beautiful.
"You got too many things on, Berry," he muttered. Ichigo snapped out of his reverie and nodded as he stood and stripped in record time.
He climbed over Grimmjow and rubbed their erections together drawing deep, lusty moans from them both. Ichigo dipped his head and captured the soft lips below him as he slipped his hand between their bodies, grasping Grimmjow's hard length to stroke it.
"Nnnnghnn, god," Grimmjow moaned as he sat up, keeping Ichigo in his lap.
Ichigo felt like he was dancing on cloud nine as Grimmjow's hands traveled over his body and his mouth attacked his neck. When the man squeezed Ichigo's cheeks then spread them apart to slip a finger down to tease his entrance, he almost squealed like a woman.
"Ahhh, shit, Grimm!"
"Berry, I can't wait," he mumbled in Ichigo's ear. "Grab my bag behind you."
Ichigo complied and waited for him to rifle through the contents before producing the bottle of lube they kept at his place. Tossing the bag aside carelessly, Grimmjow covered the fingers of his right hand before pulling Ichigo back into his lap.
"Mmmph!" Ichigo moaned as Grimmjow quickly inserted his index finger.
In no time at all, he'd inserted up to his ring finger and began pushing them in and out. Ichigo writhed and panted as he rose and fell against the man's sinfully long fingers. Unable to take the anticipation, he grabbed the back of Grimmjow's head and after kissing him sloppily, pulled back to glare at him.
"Fuck me, dammit!" he ordered. Grimmjow narrowed his eyes, but covered his dick with the slippery substance, then lined himself up at Ichigo's quivering hole and paused. "Please, Grimm!"
"Shit, Berry!"
Grimmjow gripped Ichigo's hips and slammed into him in one go, knocking the breath from his lungs. God, yes! This was what he'd been waiting for. Ichigo clung to Grimmjow's shoulders and after adjusting, rose and fell, impaling himself once more as both men moaned in ecstasy. It was so fuckin' good!
"Ohhh, gaahhhhhhd, I missed you," Ichigo growled.
Grimmjow grunted as he met each fall with a thrust of his own, his arms now wrapped tightly around Ichigo's waist. They moved together faster and harder, flesh slapping flesh noisily, and Ichigo could feel his toes curling as he was pushed closer and closer to the edge.
"Haah...haah...Grimm! I'm gonna..." his words were cut off when Grimmjow grabbed the back of his head and drew him into a deep kiss, tongues twining languidly. Then he pulled back and locked eyes with Ichigo.
"I love you," he murmured and Ichigo, feeling as though his blood had turned to lava, came forcefully, tears springing to his eyes from the intensity. He leaned his forehead against Grimmjow's, still holding eye contact.
"I love you," Ichigo responded, and Grimmjow tightened his arms around Ichigo as he moaned his release.
They held that position for a while, neither man willing to move or separate. In the end, exhaustion won out as Grimmjow fell backwards against the pillows, keeping Ichigo pressed flush against his chest. Ichigo grinned sleepily up at him before kissing his chin, then reaching down for the blankets that had ended up at the foot of the bed. Once he pulled them over his shoulders, he immediately began drifting off, vaguely feeling a kiss being pressed to his forehead. For the first time in five days, he was truly happy.
XOXOXOXO
"Go get both of them, Takuya. I see I have to make Ichigo-san learn the hard way not to go back on his word," Sharp said irritatedly.
Takuya nodded and left the office as Sharp sighed. Things were probably going to get very ugly.
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