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Liquor Flip	By : Iori Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 3126 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Part II
After that sex had become a regular occurence despite Ichigo's modesty still making him shy about it. He'd go to class, then meet Shuuhei and work on commissions until evening, then go to Hollow's Hole. The owner had gotten used to seeing Ichigo there that he'd eventually started teasing the boy about his relationship with Grimmjow. He'd also been put on the staff just in case an inspector ever happened in. Occasionally he'd get up behind the bar and entertain with Grimmjow, but most of the time he was content to stay out of the other man's way. Ichigo had learned that now that they were together, Grimmjow had no qualms about molesting him in public. Most of the bar's female patronage was more than happy to watch to show much to his horror. Sure they'd gotten almost double the tips, but bedroom business needed to stay out of the workplace in his opinion.
Grimmjow he'd noticed had been more seriously kicking up the flair as of late. The man seemed almost as if he was training for some big upstage. It made Ichigo really wonder what was going on. His answer came unexpectedly when Gin had plopped himself down at the same table. Ichigo had looked questioningly at the sly man instantly feeling on edge. For a few moments they both just sat there watching Grimmjow wow the crowd.
"I gave him a recommendation to enter a flair competition." The boss finally said. "He could really go far, only problem is, they got a group competition too. Ain't nobody 'round here good enough to compete with him there."
Ichigo sighed suddenly understanding. "So that's what's going on with him."
"So, you gonna help him out boy? Yer the only one that can match his pace." He gave a cheshire grin to Ichigo. "An' before you say he didn't ask, ya know he ain't the type."
Ichigo puffed out an exasperated breath. "Alright, I'll talk to him about it and see IF he wants the help."
With that, Gin was gone. Ichigo was surprised that Grimmjow hadn't goaded him into entering with him which meant, it meant something personal to him and he was embarrassed. He waited until after close to confront the other man about it. Immediately Grimmjow had bristled defensively causing an argument. It slipped then that Grimmjow was entering to try to win the ten thousand dollar prize to help fund his way into culinary school. Ichigo had smacked him for not saying anything or even asking for his help regarding the group competition. Grimmjow had been speechless when his boyfriend had offered to practice with him and enter with him if it would help. Grimmjow, normally one to stick it alone had given in and admitted that it would make it much easier to work with him.
From then on, whenever Ichigo was in Hollow's Hole he'd be behind the bar doing synchronized flair. They'd actually developed some new tricks and used busy nights as a way to test them on a crowd. Whenever Grimmjow was at his apartment with him they'd practiced tosses. Ichigo would sit and do his homework while letting the other throw tumblers and bottles at him testing their instincts and trust. A few messes later they'd pretty much gotten it down knowing exactly the timing of each toss. Ichigo's sleek skills meshed so perfectly with Grimmjow's stylized panache that it made for a very entertaining show. Shuuhei had been documenting the whole process and using it as a business booster on Hollow's blog letting people know which nights they'd be performing.
Eventually the day had come. Between all the commissions and the non-stop practice, Ichigo was worn out, but he'd vowed to do his best so that Grimmjow could win. They'd had to give themselves a name for the group contest and Ichigo had been forced to enter the singles in order to compete in group. They'd settled on 'Grind 15' to match their ink. It was simple, but had meaning to both of them. Ichigo had been nervous about the ordeal, but now found himself thrumming in excitement. Though he wasn't out to beat Grimmjow in singles, he was going to treat it like one of their personal competitions and forget everything else around him.
Points for each part were divided up into artistry, technique, and audience appeal. He watched the other participants silently gauging them against his boyfriend. Very few came up as high in all three fields. Some had excellent technique like himself, but at the same time lacked the originality that the street bar tenders had. He'd been stoked to get to see Grimmjow's whole set from prelims. It was so full of energy and right from the start the audience was 'oohing'. Though he knew the effect a shirtless Grimm had on a crowd. Not a part of his performance was dull. The viewers were enraptured with him and cheered and clapped for every trick.
When Ichigo had finally gone on, he suspected he'd bore most of the audience, but to his surprise they were equally impressed with the smooth manner in which he handled his performance. Yes it wasn't as flashy, but he knew that was for later. They had some very difficult things to face with group namely being that they were the only duo. Grimmjow had been prepared for that and they'd made an extra challenging performance and had not yet performed in public.
Between Prelims and finals, which they'd both moved through to, Shuuhei had stopped them to show the pictures he'd taken and the video feed he'd uploaded. They had all of Hollow's support plus some of Ichigo's classmates and clients. The livefeed was being played back at the bar so that the customers could cheer them on from afar. Grimmjow was pleased with his own performances and even though he wasn't the top score, he was very close. He knew that group was going to either make or break it; however, he wasn't afraid. Despite the problems they'd had during the practices, he was at ease trusting that the electricity that was always between them would be there today and keep them on the same wavelength.
When they were introduced they'd gotten a big cheer. Ichigo swallowed knowing the first part of the trick always left him disoriented. Heavy drum and bass music started up and they were given the okay to start. The opening started with Grimmjow giving a bottle of vodka a high toss and quickly yanking Ichigo's shirt off before the bottle came down into the younger man's hand. Ichigo would have to simultaneously catch his shirt and the vodka behind his back. He'd then spin and thrust his arm out offering the bottle back while knocking a shaker to Grimmjow with his shirt. They'd practiced it several times screwing up a dozen times, but this time it flowed. When each of them had a spirit and a shaker they'd flip and catch in perfect time trading places and mixers each time. It was fast paced, but it came easily. When the second spirit was brought in it became more difficult. The Midori bottle was heavier and more awkward to toss, but each of them were able to do all the flips and balanced catches with finesse. The focus was more on Grimmjow as he danced while he did his flair. It was a perfect contrast to his partner, but yet he never missed a bottle. The crowd seemed to go wild for them.
The first set of drinks, midori-martinis went over well and they both launched into the next set of tricks starting with ice tosses. Ichigo had scooped a large amount of ice and had shucked it up. Grimmjow had caught all of it between two shakers. The third shaker was set on the bar spinning. As it spun he would toss single cubes at it in just the right amount of time that it would slide in. It was then popped up by the scoop and Grimmjow caught it on the back of his hand. Again, spirits were thrown in and he let the bottles roll off his arms to get popped up in the air. When he'd gone through the three colors with drinks were going to be Ichigo would quickly scoop the finished mixer out of the juggling rotation. The second set of cocktails were a tricolor and garnered even more applause.
Unfortunately for them, there were people intent on sabotage. The guys on stage that cleared dropped bottles and shakers were biased to the reigning champion. In one of the tosses a stray shaker suddenly came at Ichigo. Grimmjow had seen it from the corner of his eye as his boyfriend turned in reaction to catch the shaker. He miss-stepped and started to fall as he snatched it out of the air. Grimmjow snapped into action and caught Ichigo over his arm and amazingly enough caught both his and his partner's shakers. It looked like it had been made to happen that way despite it all. The crowd screamed in elation as he smirked and dipped Ichigo low before propping him back up and tossing his shaker back to him. Ichigo continued to blush throughout the remainder of the performance, but it was finished without further disruptions.
Grimmjow was on an adrenaline rush when they'd finished. If it wasn't for the waiting for results he'd considered taking Ichigo back to his apartment and ravishing him. He'd been upset about the interrupt, but it had been thankfully saved beautifully. Dipping Ichigo had made him blush and reminded Grimmjow of their more private exploits and had really gotten his blood burning. That and getting the other to agree in shirtless flair with him had been a total perk. His knee bounced impatiently while they watched the other groups perform. He just wanted to get through the results and get on with his plans for 'thanking' Ichigo for his help.
When all was said and done Grimmjow hadn't won, but still the second place prize was nothing to scoff at. Five thousand would definitely help in paying for tuition. Plus he'd gotten an extra five hundred for his placing in singles contest. He figured there was no point wasting time being disappointed. Just as they were getting ready to leave his boss had texted him asking them to stop by the bar. He figured that the fox-faced man was up to something, but decided he could wait just a little longer to get Ichigo.
The bar was in uproar when he'd gotten back. Grimmjow had actually been surprised. His boss stood in the middle of his normal bar station making drinks. He'd never seen the man mix a drink and had seriously questioned his ability to do so. The customers were all causing a ruckus and cheering about him and quite honestly he'd never seen such a thing before even from his regulars. Yes they'd clapped and yelled about his flair, but never in a congratulatory way and never like this.
"Ah, my favorite bar tender is back with shining results." His boss grinned and stopped making drinks for the moment.
"I uh- didn't win like I said I was going to." Grimmjow admitted. "But fuck it all, I was still the best."
Everyone cheered and then Grimmjow was surprised even further with a check from the sly man. It was pay for pretty much all the hours he'd spent practicing for the competition. Needless to say that had made his mood even better. He wasn't keen on sticking around though and was quite impatient to work out the rest of his energy on Ichigo. He only mingled for a few moments before literally dragging Ichigo out of the bar and to his flat.
They'd barely made it in the door and already Grimmjow was on him. He'd gone right for the weak spot at the juncture of Ichigo's neck laving his tongue teasingly along. The younger man gasped in surprise but tried to push him back. Grimmjow was relentless though and eventually Ichigo gave in moaning at the bites and kisses. He responded with equal fervor quickly becoming aroused by his boyfriend's ardent behavior. He was divested of his shirt and hefted up against the wall with Grimmjow wasting no time in resuming his attack. Blue wisps of hair tickled his chest as a trail of hickeys were made from shoulder to hip. He writhed in pleasure strong arms not allowing him to do much else. Their mouths connected again in heated osculation teeth clacking and tongues tangling together. All the while their hips surged together grinding in delicious friction. At that point Grimmjow was so far gone with lust he didn't even care about penetration. Deftly he slipped a hand between their bodies to free their erections. Almost immediately his hand closed around them both stroking fervently. Ichigo was making soft gasping noises that drove Grimmjow wild and spurred him to go faster. The feel of his hand and the heat of the other man's penis was drawing him so achingly close to orgasm. Moments before he came Ichigo shot off with a choked moan. It was the breaking point and he followed with his own low gasp.
After Ichigo had complained he was tired and they agreed to a quick shower together. Of course despite their weariness they still had a hard time keeping to themselves and soaping and shampooing turned to groping and kissing. Soon they'd gotten all worked up again and were on their way to a second orgasm. Ichigo had taken the lead this time and had teased along the foreskin of Grimmjow's member before slicking bodywash over him and sliding his hand in twisting motions up and down the turgid length. The taller man had grunted his approval to the action and responded in kind with quick squeezing strokes. They rushed their actions hoping to climax before the water turned icy. This time he came first right before Ichigo was panting in release, and just as the shower turned lukewarm. Both thoroughly pleased and exhausted they were quick to finish their shower and head of to bed eager to sleep away the day.

When fall had rolled around Ichigo found himself starting his final semestre internship while Grimmjow was entering his first semestre of culinary school. He'd gone straight through the summer and was aiming at winter graduation. His internship was with a company that did event posters, magazine layouts, and similar items to what Shuuhei did for Hollow's. If all went well when he graduated he had a potential job with them. On the side he still did his freelance work while Grimmjow still kept his hours at the bar. And despite their packed schedules they still found time to meet up and spend time together. Sometimes it was just them going to the one of their apartments after a busy day for dinner and sleeping and sometimes it was to attend the various events that Ichigo got free admission to.
Ichigo had also kept contact with Shuuhei who'd graduated in the spring and was working for a local publisher and still doing Hollow's posters. He'd discussed his back burner idea with Shuuhei and had slowly developed it into something he wanted to do for Grimmjow. He hadn't known when, but he'd fallen for the foul-mouthed show off and the passing thought had evolved into a full goal. Working with the publisher had again given Shuuhei all kinds of contacts and he'd set Ichigo up to speak with the people who ran the food blogs and food critique columns. All had been chefs or in someway employed in restaurants before and had imparted some very important tips to Ichigo. Also they'd been well aware of Grimmjow's skill as a bartender and had complimented his achievement.
Grimmjow had been worried about fitting in at the institute, but found himself not caring about it noticing that people from all walks of life were there. It was the least of his stresses. Taking criticisms from his instructors had become his toughest hurdle. He knew and understood it was for his own good, but it still hurt his pride. Luckily enough, whenever he had a hard day Ichigo had somehow managed to make it better even if they were just fighting. Something about the other just made it all disappear. He was able to get lots of practice with Ichigo around as well. While he'd slave away on commissions or work assignments Grimmjow would experiment and feed him new things based on the techniques he was learning. Ichigo had never had some of the things Grimmjow cooked and he could easily say that the other was extremely talented in creating fusion recipes.
Unbeknowest to Grimmjow, Ichigo was sneaking his food into the offices or when he'd meet up with Shuuhei so that he could spread around the talent that the gruff man had. Not once had anyone he'd snuck food to refused or been displeased with the taste. It made him happy for Grimmjow and glad that despite the tough time he had with critique he was still getting high praise. If Grimmjow had found out he probably would have pitched a fit. He wasn't the kind to ask for help, and by Ichigo doing that, it probably would have hurt his pride. Either way, it was no secret that Grimmjow simply had a knack for making delicious things, drinks or food.
All through the fall Ichigo spent time preparing for graduation since his father had expected him to walk during commencement despite his refusal. The two had argued over the phone for a solid hour before Grimmjow had gotten irked and yanked the phone away angrily telling Isshin that Ichigo would walk and there'd be 'bells and fucking whistles,' exactly in those words before hanging the damned thing up. The thing was that Grimmjow had secretly wanted to have a huge party for Ichigo and make him something memorable. He'd already asked his boss if he could borrow the bar for that and had snuck around contacting Ichigo's friends. Of course, he'd asked Isshin before anyone else knowing the man would be there for his son's ceremony. The boisterous man had given him the contact for Ichigo's god-father who'd recently moved to America. The god-father was even odder than the biological one and had pretty much been a well of any information he would've needed on his boyfriend included a way to get in touch with Ichigo's friends from Japan.
This was the first time Grimmjow had actually done something big for another person. Him being a loner had always stunted him in a social way. All the planning and keeping it a secret was taking a huge toll and eventually Shuuhei had taken over getting in touch with the overseas half of the guests. It had been much appreciated since Grimmjow didn't know a lick of Japanese and was unsure which of the man's acquaintances knew English. Shuuhei despite being japanese-american had kept up with his native tongue and had gladly agreed to help. Surprisingly he'd gotten a slew of responses from the mass amounts of people that Ichigo had made an impression on. Shuuhei had boasted the same result concerning the people on the japan side. He'd been hoping to get some of the things finalized when he'd gotten home from work, but the sight he came home to had him instantly forgetting about it.
When he'd entered his apartment the first thing he'd noticed was Ichigo's worn-in, grey, zip-front boots sitting next to the door. Next he saw Ichigo curled up asleep on his couch sketch book in hand and reading glasses sitting askew on his nose. He actually felt heat in his cheeks at the endearing site. For the first time in a very long time he felt a sense of not only belonging, but attachment. In his quest to get under the other man's skin he'd somehow along the line become so enraptured. As he sat and watched Ichigo sleep the thoughts of all he was trying to do for the other came to the fore front of his mind and he realized that he felt very deeply for the tangerine-haired man. A few moments later he decided to fuck all else for the night and just be with Ichigo. He very carefully moved the sketch book and removed his glasses then picked him up and carried him to bed.
When Grimmjow had awoken the next morning, he was alone with a note on his pillow. 'See you at Hollow's later. Feel like mixing.' He smirked at the neat scrawl anticipating the evening. Ichigo had been so bogged down in finishing projects that he had rarely had time or energy to flair recently. The prospect of getting to have fun tonight meant that Ichigo had finished all his work and was needing an outlet. He'd missed their mock competitions and the energy he seemed to get only when Ichigo was there with him. He's also missed when they entertained together that same chemistry bubbling between them that allowed for such a smooth routine. That thought in his head he got ready for his own courses a bit more spark flowing through him.
Just like he'd said, he was in the mood to mix and Grimmjow grinned when he saw Ichigo brush through the doors. He stopped what he was doing and tilted his head giving a challenging if not suggestive look. Immediately the ginger rose to the call and hopped over the bar ready to make some cocktails. By this point all the regulars knew about Grimmjow and Ichigo and they knew that they'd be in for a show anytime the smaller man got behind the bar with the other. Despite the long break in between times Ichigo actually did any tending, he still hadn't lost his touch and had gotten right back into the groove of playfully tossing bottles and trying to show Grimmjow up.
Grimmjow had suddenly realized that night that it would probably be fewer if not the last time Ichigo did that. With impending graduation his internship had turned into a full time job. Not to say Grimmjow wasn't proud of his boyfriend, but the thought of not have that freedom with him left a bad taste in his mouth. He knew he was going to miss it, but he didn't expect Ichigo to put his life on hold. He was following his dreams and likewise understood it'd be unfair to assume otherwise for the younger man.
Surprisingly nobody had spilled the beans about Ichigo's celebration. The man was completely oblivious to all the planning that had gone on right under his nose. Luckily he'd planned everything around the hours he knew the other was working at the design studio. This week was busy for him as he was going to be going to class, picking up people from the airport, and then going to work immediately after. Ichigo's closest friend from Japan had been in Mexico visiting family and had already been planning on surprising the other at his graduation so when he'd gotten the message from Grimmjow via Shuuhei, he'd decided to come in a few days early and help out. It also gave him the chance to see if the new boyfriend passed his approval.
At first Grimmjow had been slightly intimidated by the half Japanese, half Mexican man. But soon after he found that the quiet thoughtful nature was a welcome thing. Especially compared to Ichigo's family and god-father. He'd already known that Isshin was a complete spaz when it came his 'darling son', but meeting Kisuke had Grimmjow feeling naseous with discomfort. The man was very flamboyant, but threatening under all the strangeness. Even more so than his own eternally smiling boss. Dealing with the pair of them while trying to get things set up for Ichigo had been trying in the least. Two days prior to commencement Grimmjow had convinced Ichigo that some work was being done on his flat so their together time couldn't be there. The ginger was fine about it and despite his being the smaller of the two, Grimmjow enjoyed being there.
He'd given Shuuhei the spare key to his apartment to store things for the party and had pretty much left the rest of the planning and running around to the man since he needed to focus on the food he'd planned to make for it. All the dishes were going to be prepared at his apartment and then transported to Hollow's the morning of commencement. His boss had actually been quite excited for the event and had cleared out space for everything to be set up and had closed the bar under the premise of construction. Everything had been going smoothly as far as planning. Also, Ichigo's god father had kept the man distracted keeping him busy gallivanting around. He kind of pitied Ichigo just based on the brief time he'd spent with the man, but soon enough it would all be worth the hassle.
On Ichigo's big day he'd been up super early tackling the food task. He'd thanked whatever god that the ceremony was an evening one. It left him a good portion of the day to get ready. He'd been nervous and in a foul mood because he wanted everything to go perfect. So far Ichigo's friends had been exceedingly helpful despite Grimmjow's not so sociable attitude. They'd pretty much taken care of everything so that he could focus on his masterpiece. He knew part of the irritation was because he was anxious for Ichigo's party. Plus he was confident that post-gathering, some celebratory thank-you sex would be in order. He licked his lips in anticipation for that.
He never had been much for the droning of commencement. Grimmjow hadn't even wanted to go to his own highschool graduation, but he couldn't deny the small swell of pride seeing Ichigo walk across the stage with his honors tassels in all. Secretly it made him that much more attracted to the male. Knowing he was getting it on with an intelligent AND sexy man boosted his ego. He watched with a smirk as Ichigo sat back down with a small blush at all the cheering that he'd received. Grimmjow briefly wondered if his own completion would be the same and suddenly he was looking forward to his chance for advancement.
After the formal part Grimmjow had latched onto Ichigo and claimed that all his friends were going to meet them at the bar to hang out. Ichigo had argued stating he wanted to go somewhere nice, but then his sister Karin had argued saying that not everyone would be able to go without a reservation. Much more inclined to see all his friends in a casual space than only a few in a fancy restaurant he agreed. Grimmjow had taken them home to change after that complete dying to get out of his slacks and tie.
"Grimm..." Ichigo had somehow sneaked up behind the blue-haired man. "This blue tie is sexy on you." He'd murmured lustily. "Do we need to go right this minute?" He asked while nibbling on an ear.
"Save it baby. We've got all night after that. I plan to ravish you proper." He tilted his head back azure eyes giving a suggestive look. "And then I plan to fuck you through the mattress." He tsked and gave Ichigo a languid kiss. "Let's make an appearance, have a few drinks, and see where we end up."
Grimmjow left no room for debate at that. And even though he would have loved a quickie right then and there, he restrained himself. Besides, he knew that waiting was going to make the sex that much better. Sentimental crap got Ichigo going and he was sure that when he found out all that Grimmjow had done, he'd be frothing at the mouth for a lay with his boyfriend. By the time they'd left, Grimmjow was sure that he'd given enough time for everyone to beat Ichigo there. He could tell though as soon as they'd arrived that Ichigo was suspicious.
"Grimm, why is it so quiet? I thought everyone knew the bar opened back up."
"Dunno. Maybe people's celebrating in fancier places." He shrugged non-committal and lead them in.
Everything was quiet for a minute then suddenly, "Grimm you fucker! I thought you were acting strange." Ichigo punched his boyfriend hard in the arm, but couldn't hold in the bright smile.
"I'm actually surprised none of them fucked up the surprise. Guess your buddy Shuuhei is good at organizing shit."
Ichigo took in the sight of friends he hadn't seen in a few years. He stepped away from Grimmjow to mingle and hug them. Grimmjow watched from afar a far softer smirk decorating his lips as Ichigo practically glowed with elation. That one smile had made the hard work all worth it and he hadn't even gotten to the best part. When he'd seen Shuuhei and his boss emerge from the back he flicked his head in acknowledgement that he was ready for the unveiling. It took a moment but he managed to get Ichigo separated from his friends for the thing that had building all week.
"Look Ichi- I ain't good at this kinda soft shit." He murmured lamely. "In fact, I've never done this for anybody, but fuck you deserve it. I got a lot of help from your two best friends and that creepy relative of yours-" He paused and pulled a face. "And you KNOW how I feel about asking for help." He sighed. "Fuck I don't even know if I made half of this shit right."
Ichigo shook his head and his eyes softened. The far bar had been set up in an amazing array of traditional japanese dishes. There had been a display of rolled sushi made to look like a tiered cake, piles of gyoza, onigiri, yakitori skewers, and then at the far end were rows of wagashi in all kinds of different shapes and flavors. Upon closer inspection he noticed the shapes of some of the wagashi mimicked the head of his old stuffed lion. He guessed that had been at Yuzu's suggestion. He grinned forgoing his normal pretense about public affection and pulled Grimmjow down for a kiss.
After a round of cheering and toasting everyone was free to indulge in the treats Grimmjow had made. He received many compliments on the choices and it made his pride swell just a bit. He'd been challenged when he'd asked Ichigo's sisters about his favorite foods from home. Eventually Yuzu had sent him her recipes and directions. The girl had been very thorough and he was sure he would be able to make everything, but he wasn't sure about the taste. Ichigo's godfather had ensured him on the flavors, but he didn't exactly trust the flamboyant man. His pride nearly exploded when he saw Ichigo bite into a rice ball and a soft smile cross his face. It was the smile that Ichigo normally reserved for nostalgic thoughts and Grimmjow felt warm seeing it.
Ichigo's surprise party had gone off nearly perfectly and Grimmjow had been happy he'd suffered through all the toil for it. The younger man had shown his appreciation several times afterwards insisting that it would be the perfect way to end the memorable night. Needless to say Grimmjow had no complaints, especially when Ichigo had taken charge and had absolutely refused to let him have control. Watching the normally more reserved man ride his body with abandon was definitely going in his book of best things ever. The lust filled eyes and slightly parted lips had been the icing on the proverbial cake. He made note to always remember that sight.

Ichigo's family had stayed through Christmas and in their own odd way, made Grimmjow feel like he belonged with them. It had been a nice distraction, plus it had given him more people to try his foods on. Win-win situation in his book. Unfortunately for him, culinary school didn't take a break so he was working and going straight through and hadn't gotten to really spend time with Ichigo after Christmas. Though with Ichigo now fully employed, there wasn't a 'free day' during the week. And while that irritated him, it was sometimes a comfort to come home and find Ichigo passed out on his couch from working on some sort of project.
The domesticity of their relationship had surprised Grimmjow, but that didn't mean that the fire wasn't there. They fought hard and made up even harder. And despite all the conflict over their increasing lack of time together, it was obvious that the love and affection were there. Ichigo had been stressed a lot with the deadlines on projects, but he had handled it better than anyone. Everything was always done and in tip-top condition. Grimmjow had pride in seeing that Ichigo bestowed the same precise focus on his work that he did with mixing drinks. His mind was sharp and functioned in a different type of creative vein. Grimmjow had actually grown fond of watching the process of Ichigo's projects from concept sketches to final product. It amazed him how the other came up with his ideas. Briefly he wondered how it was that Ichigo was so utterly perfect. Of course, then his pride had the better of him and he decided that definitely Ichigo was perfect and he would accept nothing else.
Ichigo spent so much time at his place he was starting to wonder if they should just break down and move in together. The only thing was that he, Grimmjow, was afraid to ask. He'd never been afraid of approaching anything with Ichigo, but for some reason, that question had him terrified. Any way that he looked at it would be easier for them both. But the idea of admitting complete devotion to the other man made him unsure. Not of his own feelings of course, but Ichigo's. He knew that the ginger shared his love, but he didn't know if it would chase the other away, and he didn't want to do anything that would make Ichigo leave him. He'd decided his best way was to make a nice meal and let Ichigo know he had something serious to talk about.
Lady luck must have either loved him or hated him because he received a text during class that indicated Ichigo had something important he wanted to chat about. It hadn't left Grimmjow anytime to mull about his own things and he decided it was for the best lest he actually fear himself out of it. He'd replied in kind telling Ichigo pretty much the same thing and that he'd make them something good for dinner. He took the emoticon at the end of the other's text as a good thing and it calmed his fears that at least they weren't having 'THE TALK'. Needless to say he'd began puzzling out their dinner and barely listening to the instructor.
He'd been glad that it was a short day for him. At least would not have to stress about their conversation at work. Ichigo had not made it back from work yet so Grimmjow had started on the meal he was going to cook. Something about the chopping of vegetables was soothing to him as he puzzled out what he was going to say. He figured he'd let Ichigo talk first since he seemed excited about what he wanted to talk about. Grimmjow didn't want to steal his thunder. He only hoped that his question wouldn't cause the good news to go sour.
By the time dinner was done Ichigo had arrived. Grimmjow stopped to admire his boyfriend from the doorway. He liked the way the dress jeans hugged Ichigo's legs, how the company's polo was just tight enough to show definition, and how the tortise-shell glasses seemed to accentuate his eyes. Ichigo had noticed his perusal and raised an eyebrow in confusion. Grimmjow merely cracked a half smirk and nodded toward the table. sautéed vegetables and steaks lie in wait for their consumption and Ichigo had to admit it smelled divine.
"Grimm, did you want to talk now or after?"
"Sit. We can eat after you've said what's on your mind."
"Okay." Ichigo nodded then smiled. "You know my lease is going to be up soon and I wanted to move closer to work." Grimmjow tilted his head to show he was listening. "I found this awesome place. It's a two bedroom townhouse with a large kitchen."
Grimmjow's ears perked up and he sat straight up. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?"
Ichigo blushed. "I know your lease isn't up for a while, but will you cons-"
Grimmjow started laughing heartily causing Ichigo's expression to fall. "Ichi-" He grinned. "I was going to ask you to move in with me, but since you found a place, let's go take a look."
Nothing else was said after that. Both ate in contentment and they were in accord. Grimmjow had been elated that not only had Ichigo wanted them to have a place together, but that he'd approached the topic without reservation. He smirked to himself as he watched Ichigo methodically cut his steak. He'd never get tired of picking out the other's little mannerisms.

A week later the two had gone to the townhouse and checked it out. Grimmjow was pleased with the layout. The lower level had consisted of a living/ dining room, half bath, storage and laundry, and then of course the kitchen. The kitchen was open and had an island set up which allowed for more counter space. It also had a decent sized pantry and cabinets. Way more storage than his own. The upper floor had the master and extra bedroom plus two bathrooms. It really was a good deal for the price. What made it even better was the way that Ichigo seemed to be almost giddy about the whole deal. Grimmjow could tell he was already puzzling out where he was going to hang art and arrange furniture.
The landlord had eyed Grimmjow with some distaste after they'd done their applications and he'd had to admit to having a criminal record. Ichigo had grasped his hand and squeezed tightly trying to take his mind off the expression. He'd smirked and tilted his head. The ginger's opinion was the only one that mattered. Thankfully though, they'd been approved and were set to move in a few months. He felt warm at the joy that was coming off Ichigo. It was contagious and he found himself swinging their joined hands high as they walked back to his car.
In the coming months Ichigo hadn't spent much time at his apartment as he was busy packing up his own for the move. Any important things he needed for work were left with Grimmjow so that it didn't get accidentally tossed in with the boxes. Essentially Ichigo would be living in the place by himself for two months until Grimmjow's lease expired, but it hadn't bothered him. He was excited. He knew that Grimmjow would start moving his stuff over too, so it wasn't like he'd feel lonely.
When the move happened Ichigo's godfather had come up and just had his shop employees help them move. Much to Grimmjow's chagrin they'd also pretty much emptied his apartment of furniture. He admitted that it would make it easy later, but he hadn't been expecting to have his household moved while he was still occupying the place. Ichigo had profusely apologized for his relative's assumption. Grimmjow just shrugged it off and immediately went to think about packing all his stuff up and trying to break lease. By the end of the day when everyone had left, they were exhausted. Ichigo had just flopped down on the carpet of the living room and Grimmjow was pretty much in the same state. He rolled on his side and watched as Ichigo's chest heaved.
"Wanna initiate this place?" He asked in a husky murmur.
"Grimm we're all sweaty." Ichigo stammered with a blush.
"So? Not like we're going to stay clean during sex." He waggled his brow suggestively when he caught the other's eye.
Ichigo sighed and shook his head but still rolled over to face Grimmjow. He stared into the cerulean blue for a second before scooting closer to kiss the other man. He could feel the grin against his lips and suddenly he was rolled onto his back Grimmjow's weight baring down on him. There was no softness in the kisses from the other. It was all a heated want and Ichigo was swept up in it. His lips were swollen when they parted for a brief moment sharing a breath. Even sweaty and covered in dust Grimmjow was the epitome of gorgeous masculinity. His eyes were darkened in desire and were so focused that Ichigo felt himself shiver from the intense look. The spell was broken by the trilling of Ichigo's phone though.
"Fuck."
"Ignore it." Grimmjow growled dangerously.
"Can't, it's the office ringtone." He sighed while pushing Grimmjow off.
Grimmjow growled impatiently while Ichigo pawed around for his phone. He understood though that the other's work was important even if it left him miffed and unfulfilled. He huffed and flopped down on his back as he caught wind of Ichigo's conversation. The ginger was responding in annoyed, clipped sentences about something that had to be finished. From the sound of it, the issue was serious and the longer he was on the phone the more annoyed he got. Grimmjow knew Ichigo to be relative mild-manner when in came to work, but he had little patience for dumb mistakes. He'd seen the other blow a gasket over projects every now and again. While entertaining, he knew the brunt of Ichigo's temper was not fun to be on the receiving end of. He chuckled to himself and resigned to not getting sex tonight.
Eventually the pair had gotten to properly 'introduce' the place. It had happened innocently enough. Ichigo had been making the bed with freshely laundered sheets and Grimmjow had seen it as the perfect opportunity to flop right in the middle of the clean bed clothes. A pillow immediately came at his face followed by the smothering weight of his boyfriend. They had wrestled fighting over control of the pillow until Grimmjow had managed to topple Ichigo and pin him to the bed. The pillow lay naked and abandoned on the floor case fluttering down to meet it. Blue eyes flashed with desire and suddenly their lips were locked together in a heated kiss. It was all tongues and teeth as if it had been weeks since they had been together. And in all honesty to Grimmjow it had felt that way. It wasn't long before he was tearing the shirt off the smaller man to attack his neck and exposed chest. Purposefully he licked the small stylized skull and 15 tattoo thinking that it oddly fit.
Ichigo had missed Grimmjow's rough touch. He gasped as calloused fingertips slid down his sides to rest on his hips. The small circles rubbed on his hipbones drove him wild and he moaned loudly when a tongue replaced them. He could feel Grimmjow grin against his skin and he sat up to watch. The other wasted no time in divesting him of his clothing and soon he sat completely naked in front of his fully covered boyfriend. He growled in embarrassment which only caused Grimmjow to grin more. The angry flush started at Ichigo's cheeks then crawled down his neck to his shoulders, tinting them an enticing rosy shade. Unable to resist, Grimmjow grabbed the other and attacked him with relish. Kisses and bites rained over blushed skin and soon Ichigo was panting with lust his discomfort forgotten.
"Ichi-" he murmured against heated skin.
He felt around in his pants pocket having prior planned on sexing his boyfriend up real good. Ichigo groaned as he felt questioning fingers teasing his entrance. He tensed for just a moment, twitching in anticipation before taking a deep breath and allowing Grimmjow access. He hissed at the first finger sinking in, but not in pain. His lips parted in a silent plea for more. Grimmjow was very eager to oblige. His teasing quickly escalated from one finger to three and Ichigo was squirming in delight. Patience wearing thin, he shoved his pants down just enough to free himself. Quickly he slicked his member up and was ready. Ichigo breathed in anticipation as he felt the head pressing against his entrance. He exhaled sharply as Grimmjow breached the first ring of muscle. It had been too long without and he let out a low moan as he was filled completely.
"Fuck Ichi... 's good."
The pace was slow at first giving Ichigo a moment to adjust. His hips rocked a little letting the other know he could speed up. Permission given, Grimmjow pulled out almost completely then drove back in harder. Ichigo's body twitched and he gasped in pleasure only spurring his boyfriend on. Their bodies slid together in heated rapture both voicing their delight in grunts and moans. Even in his tired state, Ichigo pushed back raising his hips to meet every thrust of the other. He climax rapidly approached and soon he was clawing at all the areas of Grimmjow that he could reach. He crested suddenly as the other slid home his nerves firing off and muscles contracting. Grimmjow groaned at the sensation and thrusted a few more times before also succumbing to his pleasure. His body slumped forward and he caged Ichigo to the bed sighing in satisfaction.

Eventually the time came when Grimmjow finally got all moved in. Not that it had particularly changed things since he pretty much stayed at the new place most of the time anyway. It did give him an excuse to 're-christen' certain places in the apartment by ravishing his boyfriend against every available surface. He'd think he was becoming a sex addict, but in truth, his classes and work coupled with Ichigo's work schedule did not allow for much alone time. Even then, they were both so worn out that mostly it didn't end in the mind numbing ravenous lovemaking that had occurred previously. Grimmjow had no problem with snuggling and falling asleep next to the other. In fact, he loved having Ichigo's body curled up next to him in the bed. The man was a blanket thief, but Grimmjow could forgive that since the amount of heat he gave off was like having a life-sized space heater in the bed.
This had been especially good when he'd reached the more rigorous part of his culinary classes. Coming home to an equally tired and snuggle-friendly Ichigo got him through it. It was bad during critique/ test days. He hated sticking within the curriculum and often got reprimanded for 'showboating' and improper use of utensils. Ichigo's small reminder of his dreams helped him to forget about it. He'd been self taught with pretty much everything and having to relearn all of it by the books irritated him. The instructors seemed to discourage his flair as if refusing to acknowledge that he knew the stuff, even though his method was different. The only thing that had kept him grounded was the fact that some of his fellow class mates were awed and in secret encouraged the knife flips and food juggling.
On a particular occasion, Grimmjow had come straight home after class still wearing his uniform, too frustrated to stay at the campus and change. He'd been so lost in thought that he hadn't heard his boyfriend sneak up on him. Hands slid deftly under the white garb and pushed the buttons open while a mouth latched onto his ear and began to suck suggestively. It was enough to startle him out of his thoughts, but the following action completely unraveled him. Every now and again he'd hear Ichigo lapse into japanese. It had always interested him since it sounded so different. Of course the other had once started murmuring in his native tongue one night during sex and it had made him shoot off unexpectedly despite not knowing what had been said. Ichigo used that against him frequently after that. So, when he heard the barest whisper of "kounai seikou" against the whorl of his ear, his anger completely melted away. He still didn't know for sure what it meant, but he'd heard 'sei' frequently enough to know it pertained to something sexual.
The quick fellatio had more than calmed him down and had him practically grinning on his way to work. He'd belated realized that he didn't know why Ichigo had been home early. He worried briefly then figured that he had to be working on a project that required more space than his office. He'd been correct too. When he got home from work, the couch and coffee table were moved and Ichigo was laying in the floor next to Shuuhei painting a poster. He'd been surprised to see the other there, and nudged Ichigo with his foot while motioning toward the black-haired man. He got a very brief explanation of the project and then was left to his own devices. It was a little irritating. Two hours later, when Ichigo finally slipped into bed beside him arms curling around his chest, it was promptly forgotten in lieu of snuggling.
If the grading had been a challenge actual restaurant hours were a nightmare. The school of course had an atrium that functioned as a bistro for the students to get hands on experience. It would have been a piece of cake had the patrons not been the same type that had frequented pure. Grimmjow had to be on his best behavior and that had grated on him immensely. Most of the people were snootish and rude and had on more than one occasion made other students cry. This of course had been brushed off by the instructors as they had deemed it a necessary experience that needed to be learned. Grimmjow had no problem toughing the snide remarks, but he'd nearly gotten himself kicked out of 'class' twice for demanding to know what the problem was with his fare. The most recent time had left him laughing even if it got him in big trouble. He'd been in the middle of slicing when one of the waiters had come back and told him that the customer was dissatisfied with the taste. He'd run out of the kitchen his knife still in hand just short of yelling out. The man had looked ready to piss himself in fear. Even in the white uniform and toke Grimmjow was an imposing figure. The actual criticism had been helpful for once and he'd calmed and made something more to the man's palate.
One final reprimand he was under threat of being kicked out. Grimmjow sighed in frustration. He'd gotten a talk from his instructors. The one encouraging thing that he'd taken away was that they all had admitted he had skill. Unfortunately they also all had agreed that his behavior was unbecoming of a culinary master. He'd bitten down on the retort that bubbled up in his throat thinking about how disappointed Ichigo would be. That expression was one he couldn't take. He'd really tried to behave after that, but it had been extremely difficult. Eventually his temper had gotten the best of him when he'd been outright insulted. His cooking he could handle, his methods okay, but to have his person and pride questioned had made him see red. He'd been so angry he was beyond yelling. The rest of the class and occupants could tell and were deathly quiet. A calm anger washed over him as he dropped the large santoku on the counter while peering burningly at his instructor. He turned and picked up his dish and walked over to the large trash can.
"Since this is what you think of me-" He stated while holding the intricately set entrée precariously over the wastebin. "This is what you must think of my food." With one final look he let it go carelessly in the trash and walked out ignoring the protest.
He dreaded telling Ichigo what he'd done, but he'd been too angry and insulted to just stand by. His stormy mood hung around him even as he left for Hollow's. As he'd walked in, he almost didn't notice the loud cheering coming from his normal bar. His interest was perked. As he round the steps shock coursed through him as he saw Ichigo behind the bar in a tank top and ratty jeans serving up alcohol and flair. He sighed partially in worry and part in happiness. Ichigo winked at him as he slid behind the bar.
"You don't need to tell me. I just had a feeling you needed this." He'd murmured under the cheers and loud music.
Grimmjow smirked, reminded of how fucking lucky he was. "You have no fucking idea."

Later that same night Grimmjow had explained to Ichigo what had happened leading up to his abrupt departure of the school. He'd felt heavy as he'd confessed, but he was met with a punch to the face instead of the disappointment he'd expected. Ichigo had merely laughed and said 'I told you.' referring to his prior remarks of Grimmjow not needing culinary instruction. After that he'd gone back to full-time bar tending much to Gin's enjoyment. Also, he found himself entering more flair competitions. He'd won a few small-town singles tournaments and he'd set his sights on a few larger ones. In the mean time Ichigo had encouraged him to keep cooking and to start bringing his food up to the bar. If anything, it had been fun developing new stuff and a nice ego boost when he got compliments.
Ichigo had dropped a bomb on him two weeks later. He'd volunteered them to do the banquet for one of his clients, full bar and all. That had been fine until the other had told him that he would be making the food for it. Grimmjow had blanched at that and promptly started a fight about not being asked. In the end Ichigo had won the argument and they'd made up with a bout of rough sex as per the compromise they'd agreed on. He almost backed out when he had seen the menu. If it hadn't been for Ichigo calling him a coward and threatening no naughty action, he would have. Still he didn't talk to the ginger for the rest of the day.
He knew he was going to be getting paid well, but fuck all for having a time-consuming menu. It normally was the caterer that provided the choices and the client picked from there, but no! Ichigo had to go about it all backwards. He'd been grumbling in irritation from the time he'd started getting supplies for the event. Ichigo had just told him to worry about the food while he took care of the bar. He agreed begrudgingly silently cursing his boyfriend's ability to tie him in figurative knots with one look. He wondered why it was that the man was working on a banquet thing if he was supposed to be doing visual advertising type stuff.
At some point though he'd gotten really into making the food and had started to enjoy it. It was tedious, especially the dessert items, but he'd jumped right in and created something visually stunning. As the rest of the venue workers were helping him set up, he couldn't deny that he was proud. Stuffed bell peppers sat in a colorful array next to a plate of caprese stacks arranged in a spiral with balsamic drizzled over them the opposite direction, miniature arugula salads sat in small bacon cups and topped with perfect little cheese curls, and last was the main entree. Large, hand-formed meatballs sat on generous angel nests and circled with a homestyle arrabiata sauce; each a picture of old recipe-new art fusion perfection. He grinned knowing that the later-to-be revealed confection was going to be a perfect match to the meal.
As he took a moment to look around he realized he hadn't known anything about what the event was for. The main poster he had recognized as the one Shuuhei and Ichigo had been working on in the floor. The minimalist food illustrations screamed of Ichigo's design and he gawked in disbelief at what he'd prepared the food for. Ichigo had taken a client on a new foodie magazine and blog. The poster had been for the company's logo and website while all the complimenting elements matched. He was angry and awed. Ichigo had taken on a huge project and pulled him right along into it. He was amazed at the results and suddenly felt relieved that his food had gotten him so hyped up. A small worry gnawed at him as he realized actual food-critics would probably be present. He had to remember while he was working the bar with Ichigo that he was going to have to behave no matter what was said. He didn't want to ruin it for his boyfriend.
Once people had filtered in he stepped behind the pop-up bar with Ichigo. The other was giving him an odd grin and he wondered if there were ulterior motives behind the acceptance of this job. The banquet droned on with introductions to the writers and managers of the magazine while also showing clips of the articles that were going to be in the first issue. The new magazine apparently had been started by the mother company that Ichigo had been working for. Very little flair happened throughout the evening, but many compliments on the food and mixed drinks were fired their way, as well as a hefty tip jar. The mixing lulled when Grimmjow's dessert was brought out. Tiny, dome-shaped tiramisu cheesecakes were set in front of each guest. Grimmjow unconsciously held his breath waiting for the first bite to be taken. The suspense was already made worse when the main speaker brought everyone's attention to the sweet.
"I'd actually like to take a moment before you all dig into these scrumptious looking tidbits to thank our artist. Not only is he responsible for all our awesome looking layouts, but also for helping me to plan out our event." The light cave back over to to the bar. "Ichigo is a talented young designer and he worked very hard to make something that stood for what we wanted to show. Long hours at the office were made better by him." Ichigo grinned at the man then nodded his head toward Grimmjow. "This delightful meal is actually not professionally catered despite how it looks."
Grimmjow froze as the light hit him. "What the fuck did you do?" He mouthed at brightly smiling Ichigo.
"Ichigo introduced me to some of the best tasting things I'd ever had while we worked. I know your brochures say that 'Grind 15' is who catered the event, but this was all made by Ichigo's boyfriend in their kitchen." Awed noises went through the room. "Grind 15 is the team name they used when they competed in a bar tending competition. We thought it appropriate just in case he didn't want his name out there. Let's all applaud this meal and praise it for its artistry and taste."
Many people began clapping and agreeing. Grimmjow felt like a trapped animal with so many people looking at him. It wasn't until Ichigo elbowed him in the side that he snapped into action and began smirking despite his twisting stomach. His eyes shot to the side in warning at the ginger, but otherwise he kept the look in place. He was going to fuck Ichigo after this was over and then kill him for with holding information.
A few weeks after the event, Ichigo had brought home a copy of the publication. Grimmjow had still been pissed, but the page that had been left open on the table for him to read made it melt away. It had been a complete retelling of the banquet not only with pictures of the staff and Ichigo's designs, but also of his dishes. Next to it was a formal critique of his meal.
'I had high expectations of the proposed dinner having prior sampled items from the chef's repertoire. This man by no means follows the book when it comes to preparation. It is very evident in the creative manner in which he layed the table. Every dish had flair and a sharp kind of artistry to its construction. The sweet of the stuffed bell peppers contrasted wonderfully to the tangy spring salad and caprese sides. Our main entrée was a more modern take on an old recipe. The taste was savory and spicy and made my palate wonder if our young chef was secretly an old Italian man. The flavor was authentic and there was not an ounce of pre-made tinge to it. The serving sizes were perfect for a personal meal. I would have loved to had bread to sop up the sauce, but the exclusion of it worked leaving just enough room for the "dolci" part. Each person was served a tiny cheesecake. Tiramisu is a quite common complementing dessert to most italian fare. His was rich and creamy - the perfect tango of sweet and bitter. Even the adornments, which were themselves not traditional were delicious. All in all, I would highly recommend Grind 15 to cater any event. He is not a traditionally and professionally trained chef. In fact, he is completely self-taught, but his knowledge and love of food is quite evident. Not only that, but his artistry and flair for drink making is an added bonus. I hope he gets his restaurant started soon. I will frequent and probably double in size should he do so. I hope to sample and critique his fare again in the near future.

- S.H. , Foodistry Fare staff'
Grimmjow ducked his head down, a small smile playing on his lips. As he picked up the magazine a folded piece of paper fell out. His curiosity got the better of him and he opened it. Ichigo's neat scrawl greeted him.
'I wanted to help you get started some place. Sorry for keeping so many secrets. I've been talking with my god-father about you and your dream. Call him up if you're serious about the restaurant. He can help you get set up. I know he's annoying and flamboyant, but he is a master business man. He apparently helped your boss get his bar going. Hope you read that article and it gets through your thick head that you didn't need school. I'll be home late, so be prepared...

-Ichi'
He sighed in amusement. Sounded like he had some phone calls to make.

Happy V-day blackstorm. Here's the second part. I guess I need to make one last little piece to satisfy this muse. God I really don't know how I jumped from your sexy Grimmjow drawing to this long-winded ficlet. I hope this is just as enjoyable as the first part. Love you dear!
a/n: www. youtube watch?v=Dg4KMPMRJZA I absolutely love watching bartenders do flair. Here's a prime example of how I wanted Grimm and Ichi to work.
I fucking love food. While I was describing the stuff Grimmjow was making, I got so hungry. I got lots of inspirations from foods posted on tumblr so I am highly thankful for that.
I also do not know much about culinary school. I looked up a basic curriculum and tried to use that for his classes. I also know the culinary college near me has a restaurant open to the public that the students get experience preparing food for.
What I had Ichigo say is roughly translated to oral sex. It's considered impolite speech.
I apologize for any details in here that are not correct. I am not completely knowledgeable in all of it.
Also, almost done with the new chapter of verloren and started on the next of modifications. Hopefully if I don't have work burnout, those will be updated soon. Thank you all for reading.
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