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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 18: WHEN IT RAINS, IT POURS 'N ALL
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XOXOXOXO
Sunny days
Everybody loves them
Tell me baby, can you stand the rain
Storms will come
This we know for sure
But tell me can you stand the rain
-New Edition-
XOXOXOXO
Karakura Town
December 2008
"Mm," Ichigo hummed, as Grimmjow latched onto his left nipple, gently nipping, then sucking away the sting.
The blunet's hands were everywhere. His sides, thighs, stomach...absolutely all over him. Everytime Grimmjow touched him, it felt like the first time. His caresses were tender, yet aggressive, and no longer hesitant or apprehensive. Ichigo was, not only happy as hell, but also proud of his boyfriend. The man had come so far in such a short time.
It was amazing. HE was amazing.
Grimmjow trailed wet, open-mouthed kisses down Ichigo's abdomen, pausing to dip his tongue in the smaller man's navel. He chuckled breathlessly and grabbed Grimmjow's shoulders, pushing him away from the ticklish spot.
"Stop, baka!"
Grimmjow lifted his head slightly, grinning fiendishly, "Ya ticklish, Ichi?"
Ichigo gave him a withering glare that did nothing to serve its purpose in discouraging the blunet from his previous actions. However, before he could protest, his boyfriend's lips were wrapped firmly around the head of his erection.
"Ah!" he gasped, gripping a handful of soft, thick blue hair.
Grimmjow immediately took him deep into his throat, swallowing as blue eyes locked with brown. Ichigo bucked his hips slightly, the sudden pressure making his eyes roll back. The bigger man held his hips down and started a maddening pace that had Ichigo writhing desperately beneath him, moaning and whimpering.
All of a sudden, a slick finger was probing his entrance tentatively before pressing forward to settle inside him. Ichigo sucked in a shaky breath, as his free hand clenched the bedsheets and Grimmjow's hot, wet mouth continued to torture him, pulling and sucking noisily.
The hand in the blunet's hair tightened as Ichigo bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. Grimmjow had just inserted another finger and was in the process of scissoring them.
Please, god...
Ichigo arched his back, hips jerking sharply when his boyfriend added a third finger to his tight passage, humming in satisfaction as his prostate was struck.
Please, GOD...
Grimmjow gave a particularly strong suck, making Ichigo's bones liquify as he came hard enough to smash bricks.
"Unnghh, fuck!" he whimpered as his dick throbbed it's release into Grimmjow's mouth.
Grimmjow swallowed, grinning like a cheshire cat, then climbed to his knees, generously coating his heavy arousal with lube. Ichigo watched with a half-lidded gaze, admiring his boyfriend's perfect body. Arms roped with taut muscles. The valley between his firm pectorals that led to the dips and indentations marking his rock-hard abdomen, to the enticing "v" of his pelvis and hips. His strong, muscular and incredibly long legs.
Grimmjow really was a god.
"I love seein' ya make that face, Ichi," that sinful baritone rumbled, causing goosebumps to erupt across Ichigo's skin.
Smirking devilishly, he huskily replied, "And I love makin' it for you, Grimm."
Grimmjow's ocean-blue eyes darkened to a deep midnight-blue, as he threw Ichigo's legs over his broad shoulders and guided his stiff member to the presented pink entrance. Ichigo lifted his hips, body practically begging to be filled, and his blunet boyfriend eagerly complied, pushing forward and sinking deep.
"F-fffuuuuck," Ichigo's voice trembled as Grimmjow settled inside of him.
"Mmm, Ichi...so fuckin' good," the older man groaned heatedly, adjusting his body to a more comfortable position, as he placed his arms on either side of Ichigo.
The pace started slowly, Grimmjow giving deep, searching thrusts, while Ichigo bit his lip and gripped the man's arms.
God, it was so good.
"F-faster, Grimm, please," he panted.
Grimmjow grunted and picked up the pace, hips slapping against Ichigo's ass.
Harder. Faster. Please.
As though the blunet could read his thoughts, he began moving faster and harder, the bed protesting loudly. Ichigo ran his hands up Grimmjow's arms to his shoulders, where he squeezed tightly. He loved the way sweat formed across the man's brow, the way his eyelids drooped to half-mast as he watched Ichigo, the way he panted and moaned, and the way his face flushed the more excited he became.
Shit, Ichigo was gonna come.
Heat flared in his belly and pelvis, even as his balls tightened and lifted, preparing for his imminent release. He clenched his teeth, as Grimmjow suddenly changed the angle of his thrusts and began stabbing his prostate mercilessly. Entire body trembling like a chihuahua, he threw his head back, crying out his orgasm.
"Oh god, oh GOD, OH GOD! GRIMM! I LOVE YOU!"
Grimmjow gasped, eyes clenching shut, and thrusts becoming jerky and uncoordinated as he was propelled into his own climax.
"Oh shit, Ichi...fuck...fuck," he murmured as his movements stilled, his body still poised above Ichigo's.
He gave Grimmjow a chance to catch his breath before sliding his legs from the man's shoulders. The taller man sighed deeply, slowly pulling out and rolling onto his right side next to Ichigo.
Ichigo sighed himself, pressing closer to Grimmjow's warmth as the blunet's thickly corded arms wound around his waist, pulling him even closer. Just as he began to feel sleep dragging him under, he lifted his head to peek over Grimmjow's shoulder at the digital clock on the nightstand. 12:01 am. Ichigo smiled.
"Grimm," he whispered. His boyfriend grunted sleepily and cracked a blue eye. "Merry Christmas."
The corner of Grimmjow's mouth lifted slightly, as his eye slid shut and the arm around Ichigo's waist tightened briefly, "Merry Christmas, Ichi."
XOXOXOXO
Karakura Town
Christmas Day
December 2008
She had finally gathered the courage to do it.
Rukia lay on her back, glaring at the dingy, yellow, cracked and peeling ceiling of the sleazy motel she'd been staying in, contemplating her next move. She knew what she wanted to do, and she even had an idea of how to go about it. All she'd been lacking was the courage. The balls to actually go and do it.
And she'd found it. Them.
But then.
It had been Thanksgiving Day. She'd been picking up a few necessary items at the local grocery store, when she'd spotted Renji. Not only had he looked extremely handsome, but he'd been walking and chatting...with him. Ichigo Kurosaki. The man that had previously been the bane of Renji's existence had been walking beside him, talking, laughing, getting along as if nothing was wrong with that whole situation.
She'd stared, and even went as far as following them, only to make sure she hadn't been seeing things. And she hadn't. They had gone to Ichigo's home, where she'd noticed two men on the stoop smoking cigarettes. One of them was familiar, with his head of shocking blue hair, but the other man had been a new face.
Rukia hadn't been surprised to see Ichigo walk up to the blue-haired man and kiss him, but she'd nearly fallen flat on her face in shock to see the dark-haired man flick away his cigarette butt, then approach Renji, sliding a muscular arm across the red head's shoulders as he lightly kissed his temple. She'd been even more surprised when all Renji did was blush and scowl.
She'd felt like Alice falling down the damned rabbit hole. Nothing had seemed right or normal.
Rukia had been furious as she'd stormed away from Ichigo's house. Just what the fuck had happened to her ex-boyfriend to make him do a complete 180 degree turn. Renji was...gay now?
Impossible.
But the proof had been laid before her like a buffet. She didn't understand any of it. She didn't know why Renji was again friends with Ichigo, whom he had forever cursed to condemnation because of his so-called betrayal. Then, to add icing to the already fucked up cake, he was gay. He had to be if he'd allowed a man to actually touch him, let alone kiss him. Rukia snarled at the ceiling, hot tears sliding down her face and sheer hatred clogging her throat.
Fucking prick. Ass. Bastard.
Renji had dumped her just to go back to...Ichigo, leaving her alone and miserable on Christmas. He didn't even care that she was gone. He was too busy being gay with Ichigo. She sniffled loudly, swiping angrily at her tears.
After seeing that, she'd gone back to Shirosaki. They'd made a deal and in exchange for his services, she had offered to pay him extra. The strange albino had agreed, and here she was, waiting for her plan to be put into motion.
Rukia sat up slowly, wiping the excess tears from her eyes, then standing to look in the full-length mirror across from the bathroom. She had lost weight, giving her already petite body an emaciated look that she tried to hide with over-sized clothing. Her dark-blue jeans bagged around her ankles, while her black t-shirt hung limply from her frame. Her black Converse sneakers had long since become eligible for the trash, sporting quarter-sized holes in each of the soles. She yanked a large, black hoodie from the hangers near the door and slipped her arms into it. She withdrew a black skully (hat) from the huge pocket stretched across the front of the hoodie, and pulled it onto her head and down over her ears. After securing the hat on her head, she zipped the hoodie all the way to the top before throwing the hood over her head. She glanced at the mirror again, haunted violet eyes staring back at her.
She could do this.
She stuck her hands back in the large hoodie pocket, and fingered the cool metal of the little .22 she'd purchased from Shirosaki, sighing heavily.
She had to.
She moved to the door, swinging it open slowly but determinedly, only to jump back in fright. A mountain of a man stood on the other side, grinning down at her and nearly making her wet herself. A black eyepatch hid his right eye, but did nothing to disguise the long, thin scar running down the entire length of the left side of his face.
She knew this man, though. His hair was tamed this time, hanging down past his shoulders, as opposed to the last time she'd seen him when he wore his raven-colored hair in these ridiculous-looking spikes. He was incredibly huge, standing at around 6'6", body as thick as a barrel.
Although he was extremely intimidating with his long gray trench coat, with the collar turned upwards to fend off the cold from outside, and black Timberland construction boots, the man beside him nearly sent her into cardiac arrest.
His long, equally dark, raven-colored hair hung down his back, while his attire was much more conservative than his companion's. He wore a navy-blue pea coat, black slacks and expensive-looking, leather dress shoes. His hands were tucked into the pockets of his coat, and his stoic mask of a face betrayed nothing.
Rukia backed away another few steps, her heart stuttering in her chest, but the shorter of the two men followed her into the hotel room, dark eyes locked with her own.
Nii-sama.
XOXOXOXO
Karakura Town
Christmas Day
December 2008
I smoke, I drank
I'm supposed to stop, but I can't
I'm a dog, I love hoes
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Shirosaki nodded his head to the beat of the song, completely agreeing with the lyrics. Oh, except for the stopping part. That shit wasn't happening. His pale hand gripped the steering wheel of his black, 2009 BMW 745Li, thumb drumming against the leather structure. A cigarette hung precariously from the corner of his mouth as he cruised the fairly empty streets.
He hadn't really expected the people of Karakura to be out and about on Christmas, even though most of the celebrating had been done the day before. Shirosaki expected the fuckers to still be in bed making their lovers' hearts go "doki doki" and shit. What a waste of fucking time.
He never wasted more time than was necessary with his bitches - male or female. He'd fuck em, then kick em out like they hadn't paid the rent. He never caught feelings and you'd rarely catch him with the same bitch twice. He was like a bull that way; once he'd fucked em, they lost their appeal. Shirosaki chuckled as he came to a stop at a red light.
Although his last bitch had been worth a pretty penny. As a matter of fact, she was the reason he was even in this shit-hole of a town at the moment. She'd paid him a pretty grip of around two million yen and promised him another two million after the job was done.
Fuck, that was a lotta bread.
He reached down into the cupholder and lifted the small, clunky glass, containing three fingers of brandy, up to his lips for a quick sip before the light changed. Once it did, he eased the glass back into place and continued to cruise.
Shirosaki had been given a picture, name, and two addresses to find his target. Zangetsu didn't approve of doing hitman jobs, but hell, Shiro didn't give a rat's ass about his reputation, as long as the money was right. His partner was a bit on the older, more cautious, side of things, while he himself enjoyed walking on the wild side. However, in order to do as he pleased and still keep the aid of the old man, he'd kept the shade-wearing man in the dark. Made things easier that way.
He pulled into a parking space several blocks from one of the addresses he'd been given and slowly emerged from his car. Locking it up, he started down the street at a brisk walk, tugging on the collar to his black hoodie and making sure it was zipped all the way to the top.
Shit, it was freezing. He hated winter.
His black sweats barely kept him warm against the biting wind sweeping through the empty streets, and his sneakers were more for looking good rather than practicality. He threw his hood over his head, careful to hide his ash-white hair as he drew nearer to the address on the paper.
Flashing lights halted his progress, inverted eyes narrowing suspiciously. As he crept closer to the building his target was said to live in, he noticed the lights were from an ambulance and several fire trucks; not cop cars like he'd first thought. He felt for the handle of his silver and black .380, tucked into the waistband of his sweats, and once he was reassured that it was pressed snugly against his abdomen, he sidled up to an onlooker.
"'Scuze me, miss, ya know wha' happened here?" He asked the short, blonde woman.
She jumped in fright at the sight of his eyes, even though he was smiling cheerfully. Sighing inwardly, he held the grin in place while she determined whether he was safe to talk to or not. Her thoughts seemed to flash across her face like images on a projection screen, the last one registering as hesitant acceptance.
"There was a false fire alarm. They thought someone was hurt inside, that's why the ambulance is there," she stated in a quiet tone.
Any other place and Shiro would've made her another of his conquests. However, now definitely wasn't the time for play. His golden irises, anchored in black sclera, scanned the surrounding lot, looking for his target. Several seconds later, the unmistakable hair appeared on his radar and he grinned wolfishly.
Target acquired.
He always did enjoy a challenge.
XOXOXOXO
Karakura Town
Christmas Day
December 2008
"Ichi, what the hell? We're gonna be late," he grumbled, slightly annoyed with his orange-haired boyfriend.
"I'm almost done! Don't fuckin' rush me just 'cuz you happened to finish first this time!"
Grimmjow growled under his breath, cursing the fact that Ichigo was right. Normally, he was the one that took all day to get ready, but today, he was in such a good mood and eager to get to their destination. He'd dressed in a form-fitting, red and white, horizontally striped, v-neck hoodie with a form-fitting white t-shirt underneath it, light-blue jeans with a black leather belt, and red, white and black Pro-Keds sneakers. A red, black and white New Era fitted cap rested over his electric blue hair, and a white G-shock watch adorned his left wrist.
He looked good, thank you very fuckin' much.
Isshin had invited everyone over for dinner that day rather than the one before, because he'd tried to compensate for anyone that may have had plans. Him and Ichigo hadn't had plans; they'd just stayed in the orange head's apartment, lazing about, watching movies, eating and just enjoying each other's company.
Grimmjow remembered utterly failing at making a bowl of microwave popcorn, the bag reduced to a smoldering pile of stink. Ichigo had found it absolutely hilarious, teasing him mercilessly, until he'd lost his temper and told the prick to make it himself. His boyfriend had emerged from the kitchen carrying a perfectly popped bowl of popcorn, making him simmer with frustration.
It had turned out alright though, all things considered. What had started out as an argument, ended up as a toe-curling blowjob on the couch from Ichigo. Grimmjow licked his lips as he remembered. That had led to some heart-stopping sex, where Ichigo had again told - or rather screamed - his love for him.
God, hearing that had caught him off guard and hurled him into a spine-bending orgasm.
Grimmjow felt like such a coward. He still hadn't told Ichigo how he felt about him, but he planned to change that. He had decided last night that today he would tell Ichigo he loved him. That he was the first person Grimmjow had ever loved romantically.
Just then, his phone went off in his pocket, the ringtone blaring the intro of Guns 'n' Roses's "Welcome to the Jungle". Sighing exasperatedly, he pulled the device from his pocket and answered, "Yeah, Pop?"
"Gaki, weren't ya s'posed to be here already? Isshin's 'bout to have kittens, claiming his darling sons would rather have sex than eat with their families. Why would ya wanna put me through this alone?" Alric huffed over the line, causing a large, feral grin to split Grimmjow's face in two.
"Heh, that does sound like a good id-"
"Grimmjow."
"Fine, fine. We're comin'. I'm just waitin' on Ichi's slow ass," Grimmjow grumbled sullenly.
"Hurry up!" Alric barked before ending the connection.
Grimmjow snapped his phone shut, and headed for the small bathroom to see what was taking his boyfriend so damned long. As soon as he stepped into the room, his brow furrowed in confusion.
What in the world?
"Babe, what the fuck're ya doin'?" he asked, bright blue eyebrow arching.
Ichigo grunted, throwing him a death glare over his shoulder before turning back to his task, "What's it look like, genius?"
Ichigo had his dark-blue jeans unbuttoned and unzipped, while his dark-blue and white, long-sleeved t-shirt was held up, revealing his abdomen and the fine trail of pale orange hair that disappeared underneath his gray boxer briefs.
"Well, smartass, I'm not really sure," Grimmjow snapped.
Ichigo blew out a frustrated breath, "I'm seeing how much room I got in these jeans before I go eating everything in sight."
Grimmjow bit his lip and tried his hardest to suppress the crow of laughter threatening to erupt from his chest, but...it was futile. Gripping the doorframe, he doubled over with laughter, tears forming in the corners of his eyes.
"WAAAHAHAHA! AHA! AHA! HAAHAHA! HA-OOF!" his hysterical laughter was cut off by an abrupt punch to his stomach. "F-fuck, Ichi! S'not my fault! Ya sounded like a chick, oh my god!" he gasped through the pain reverberating through his gut.
"Shutup! I wanna be comfortable, and I can't if my jeans are too - just shut the fuck up!" Ichigo shouted, face flushed with embarrassment, as he fixed his clothes and stormed from the bathroom.
Grimmjow followed, still wincing slightly from the hit to his unsuspecting abdomen. Fucking hell, his berry head hit fucking hard. Ichigo had just slipped into a gray hoodie and was in the process of pulling on his all gray, high-top Nike Air Force One sneakers when a shrieking alarm blared from the hallways of the apartment building.
The younger man snapped his head up at the ear-splitting sound, then casually shrugged his shoulders, "Eh, at least we're already leaving."
Grimmjow followed Ichigo out, flicking the lights off on his way, as they made for the stairs, pushing through the heavy, metal door that housed them. He grinned at Ichigo, who was trotting down the stairs in front of him, smelling strangely like cotton candy and cinnamon toothpaste.
Downright fucking edible.
When they reached the lobby, there was a fire truck followed by an ambulance, turning into the parking lot. Grimmjow raised a brow, "That was fast. Ya think someone got hurt?"
Ichigo shrugged, looking around with wide, chocolate-brown eyes, "I don't know." They gently pushed through the crowd leaving the lobby, and out to the lot.
Jesus Christ, these people were like scurrying roaches.
Grimmjow grabbed Ichigo's hand as they moved towards his car through the sea of people. The crowd grew thinner the further away they went, making it easier to get to where they wanted to go. Just as they were passing the ambulance, a sound like a gunshot cracked over the noise of the people, causing absolute pandemonium.
"Shit! What the hell?" Grimmjow shouted.
Holding tight to Ichigo's hand, he started running for cover, pulling the smaller man along with him. There was another shot right as they reached his car, and Ichigo stumbled as they rounded the vehicle, then lowered themselves to the ground on the other side. Grimmjow's heart was racing and adrenaline flooded his system.
He was still holding Ichigo's hand, as he peeked around the front of his car to see if he could possibly see what the fuck was going on. Who the fuck had been shooting? People were screaming and scrambling around, children crying and clinging to their parents. Complete mayhem.
Suddenly, Ichigo's hand began to slip from his own, but Grimmjow thought nothing of it, until he heard a wet cough coming from his boyfriend. Whipping his head around, dread sliding over his skin like ice water, his breath caught in his throat at the sight of Ichigo gripping a spot on the right side of his chest, blood leaking between his fingers and from the corner of his mouth as he gasped weakly for air.
No!
No, no, no, NO!
Grimmjow grasped Ichigo's slumping shoulders and gently lowered him to the ground, before stripping out of his hoodie and pressing the material over the wound. His whole body was trembling uncontrollably, and tears pricked the backs of his eyes. He didn't even feel the icy bite of the winter wind.
"Ichi," he whimpered, "please, don't do this! Please!"
Ichigo coughed again, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, tears creeping down the sides of his face and blurring his terrified brown eyes. The orange head glanced over at him, gurgling as if he was trying to speak, but Grimmjow shook his head, panic and fear clogging his throat.
"Don't fuckin' try to talk!" he almost screamed. "HELLLLP! SOMEBODY HELP!" This he did scream, voice breaking.
Every semblance of control he'd previously been holding onto withered and died when Ichigo whined in pain. Pressing down on the wound and lowering his head, tears seeped from his shut eyes as his nose started to run.
Ichigo's blood was everywhere. The ground, his hands, his hoodie, his t-shirt, his jeans...it was making him nauseous. He had never been this fucking scared in his life.
His Ichi had been fucking shot.
Oh god.
"HELLLLP! PLEEEASE!" Grimmjow screamed again.
Suddenly, a man in a uniform edged around the car, eyes widening at the sight of Ichigo. He backed up a step and glanced over his shoulder, "Yusuke! Over here! Bring the spine board, 14 gauge needles and one way valve!" The man rushed to Ichigo's side, "Excuse me, sir, let me take a look."
Grimmjow scooted backwards, eyes wide as another paramedic rushed to Ichigo's side, this one carrying a long, yellow board and a large, black duffel bag. He watched as the men worked quickly to get his boyfriend breathing properly, because apparently, Ichigo's lung had been pierced.
When they lifted Ichigo onto the yellow board, strapping him down, and carrying him towards the ambulance, he hurriedly scrambled to his feet, following close behind them. Once everyone was loaded up, the sirens shrieked to life, and the ambulance rocketed towards Karakura General Hospital.
Grimmjow was in shock. All he could do was hope and pray to all the kami that existed that Ichigo would make it. The paramedics wore grim expressions, scaring the shit out of him and making his heart falter every ten seconds. What if Ichigo didn't survive?
Oh god.
His chest constricted and his stomach rolled. Hands shaking, he clutched Ichigo's pale right hand. He couldn't live without Ichigo at his side. He didn't want to. Ichigo had become too important to him. His eyes filled with tears again as he studied his boyfriend's ashen face. It was then that he realized something.
He hadn't even told Ichigo he loved him.
Grimmjow's chest heaved as he broke down crying.
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