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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 6: CONSUMED
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XOXOXOXO
Karakura Town
February 2008
Ever since the day Grimmjow had given him his phone number, Ichigo had stored it in his cell, and with each passing day, it weighed heavily on his contact list. He wanted to call. He wanted to call so badly, but what the hell would he say? Sure, Grimmjow had offered his friendship, but would he be able to just be the man's friend, knowing the way he felt about him?
Ichigo didn't think so, but...he wanted to speak to him. He didn't want to push away Grimmjow's kindness, just because he was being selfish, and wanted more than the man was giving. Was willing to give. It was frustrating as hell, but faced with the other option of no dealings with Grimmjow at all, he caved, deciding to suck it up and just call him. Hell, it had already been over three months since Grimmjow had given Ichigo his number.
Shinji had called a few hours prior, and bullied Ichigo into a night out, claiming that the red head had been holed up in his apartment, moping for long enough. He thought that inviting Grimmjow out, would be a good way to break the ice with the older man.
Ichigo sighed, then inhaled deeply, scrolling through his contact list, until he found the name he wanted. He pressed the little green phone icon to connect the call, and continued holding his breath, as he waited for the call to be answered. He was nervous as hell.
Four rings later and Ichigo was about to hang up, when the voice that could melt solid rock, traveled over the line. Ichigo's breath left him with an audible "whoosh", as he reveled in the deep timbre of Grimmjow's voice.
"Hello? Who is this?"
Oh, shit! He still hadn't said anything.
"Uh, G-Grimmjow, it's Ichigo," he said hesitantly, unsure of how the man would react. He was startled stiff, when Grimmjow's voice brightened.
"Oh, hey, Ichigo. I thought you lost my number or somethin'. Everything cool?" Ichigo unconsciously smiled, and felt his muscles relaxing.
"Yeah, everything's fine. Um, a-are you busy tonight?" he ended up blurting. There was a brief silence, before Grimmjow hummed.
"Mm, nah, I'm free," he stated, neither elaborating on or questioning Ichigo's inquiry.
Ichigo shifted nervously, and bit his bottom lip, but nervousness was meaningless at this point, so he straightened his back, and went for it.
"Shinji and I are going out for a couple of drinks, and, I, uh, well, if you want, you could, uh-" Christ, he was stuttering like a goddamned chick! Ichigo facepalmed, and would have sighed had Grimmjow not started chuckling.
"Are you tryin' to invite me along?" Grimmjow asked. Ichigo huffed disgustedly. Get it together, Kurosaki.
"Yeah, if you want," Ichigo answered, proud that his voice was much stronger.
"Well, what's in it for me?"
Ichigo froze, as his mouth fell somewhere in the vicinity of his knees, while blood pooled in his groin, and his heart began thumping in his throat. That had sounded way too suggestive. What the fuck was this man trying to do to him?
"Uh, what do you-" Ichigo started, but was cut off before he could finish.
"I mean, if you want me to put up with Hirako all night, I need some type of incentive," Grimmjow rumbled.
Ah. That's what he meant.
"Well, it'll be my treat, then. You don't like Shinji?" Grimmjow snorted.
"It's not that I don't like him, we just tend to bump heads, more often than not."
Ichigo could understand that. Shinji was, after all, rather blunt and opinionated. He chuckled, causing Grimmjow to join in the laughter.
"We're meeting up at Seireitei around nine," Ichigo informed, and again held his breath as he awaited Grimmjow's response.
"Alright, see ya then, Ichigo."
The call was ended, leaving Ichigo with his private musings. He loved the way Grimmjow's voice wrapped around his name almost intimately. He imagined the blue-haired man murmuring it in his ear, while being buried deep inside of him. Ichigo trembled violently, and upon glancing down, he realized his dick was pitching a tent in his pajama pants.
He tried-he really did-to fight the urge to touch himself, but images of kissing Grimmjow's soft-looking lips, and being touched by those large hands, invaded his mind, and the next thing Ichigo knew, he was rubbing a hand over his erection.
No, no, no! He was supposed to be getting dressed, then ready to leave, so he dragged himself to the shower, and after turning the hot water on and stripping, he stepped under the spray.
"Ichigo."
Ichigo squeezed his eyes shut against the tempting voice in his head, but before he could banish it, and change the water temperature to ice cold, it taunted him again.
"Ichigo," it murmured. His mind got carried away, and he was soon envisioning Grimmjow's hands gripping his naked bottom, as he was pulled closer, then pressed against the equally naked blue-haired man's erection.
"Nnn," he moaned pitifully, as he wrapped his hand around his dick, giving a firm tug, before beginning to stroke rapidly. He was so pathetic, but he couldn't help himself.
In his mind, Grimmjow was kissing him, their tongues twirling and dancing, as one of his hands cupped Ichigo's balls and gently massaged. Oh, god.
"Haah! Unnhh." His strokes were getting even faster and harder, as he braced his left arm against the shower wall.
Fantasy Grimmjow's hand left his balls, only to wrap long fingers around Ichigo's straining length and deliberately jerk, as he leaned forward and whispered the red head's name.
"G-Grimmjow!" Ichigo called, as his orgasm rocked him, fluids sliding down the shower drain.
He was ashamed of himself. It hadn't taken long for him to be completely obsessed with Grimmjow...again. Ichigo thought he had left this kind of behavior behind in his high school days, but obviously he hadn't. He sighed disgustedly, as he cleaned himself, and washed his hair. Jerking off to a very straight man, Ichigo? Why not just clap yourself in irons with an itching foot, while you're at it? Such was the fucking torture.
Ichigo quickly dressed in a form-fitting, light-blue, long-sleeved thermal shirt, stone-washed blue jeans, and light-blue and white high-top Converse sneakers. He grabbed a white hoodie and his wallet, then left his apartment, headed for Seireitei. Maybe now he wouldn't be all horny the minute he saw Grimmjow. Immediately after the thought crossed his mind, he snorted. Yeah fucking right.
XOXOXOXO
He was surprised, to say the least. It had taken Ichigo over three months to actually call, and Grimmjow had already dismissed it, thinking the orange-haired kid either didn't want to talk, or he'd lost his number.
Then he called, out of the blue, to invite him out drinking with him and his crazy ass friend, Hirako. If he was honest with himself, which he always tried to be, he had been happy to hear from Ichigo. He knew the red head needed a friend besides Hirako, and he was ok with being that.
He knew Ichigo was gay, but so far he hadn't seen any signs of him liking Grimmjow that way, which was a relief. He wasn't sure how he would deal with that kind of situation. That's not to say that he had something against it, he just...it was hard to explain.
He pulled into the parking lot of Seireitei, cut the engine, and climbed out. He'd decided to go casual, wearing a pale-green t-shirt under a black hoodie, dark-blue jeans, and simple black high-top Converse sneakers.
Grimmjow made his way to the entrance of the popular club, thanking his luck that the bouncer was an old friend from high school.
"Yo, Yammy, how goes it?" he asked. Yammy's eyes lit up, as he reached forward, pulling Grimmjow into a back-breaking hug. The friendly giant had always been a tad over-exuberant.
"Grimmjow! It's been a while!" he said loudly, making Grimmjow wince through a smile.
"Yeah, how's your family?"
Grimmjow recalled Yammy dropping out of his last year of high school, because he'd gotten a girl pregnant. Instead of disowning the girl, he had left school to get a job, and help take care of the her and their child. A boy, if he remembered correctly. When they turned eighteen, Yammy had married the girl, and they'd been together ever since.
"Ther' good. Kano's turning five this year, and Seri's pregnant again," Yammy answered with a huge grin.
"Oh! Congrats, man."
Yammy just nodded and stepped back, releasing the burgundy-colored velvet rope, allowing Grimmjow access. Right before Grimmjow disappeared inside, Yammy caught his attention with one last statement.
"Saw a friend a' yers earlier. She might still be inside," he said with a wink, before turning back to the long line of people waiting to get inside.
Grimmjow walked away wearing a slight frown. He really hoped it wasn't someone he wasn't in the mood to see. Making his way past the crowded dance floor, he spotted the familiar head of bright orange hair seated at the bar and smiled. Ichigo would be impossible to lose in a crowd.
He sidled up beside him, noticing Ichigo hadn't realized he was there yet, but Hirako had. Grimmjow shook his head slightly, grinning the entire time, as he leaned down to the red head's ear.
"Yo," he stated.
Ichigo whipped his head around, chocolate-brown eyes terrifyingly wide, and full, slightly pinkened lips parted. Wait...what? Grimmjow shook his head as if to clear it, and lifted a brow.
"Did I scare ya?" Ichigo just shook his head, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks.
"N-no."
Grimmjow noticed Hirako glaring at him with narrowed eyes, and wondered what the hell he'd done wrong. It was just a fucking joke. He took a seat next to Ichigo and studied him, his gaze raking his face. Grimmjow had a more pressing issue at the moment.
It was becoming obvious that he found Ichigo...attractive...as far as guys went. Why? He had no clue. He had never found other guys attractive, cool-looking maybe, but not attractive, not even Stark, and he'd seen chicks literally swooning over him.
So...why now? What was different about Ichigo? He was slim, toned, and kind of on the smaller side at 5'9". He had bright orange hair that stuck up in spiky waves, but covered his brow at the same time. Ah, there it was. His eyes pulled Grimmjow in like a magnet. They were a soft, nut-brown, and were extremely expressive. Ichigo wore his emotions in those...captivating eyes, and it intrigued him.
Grimmjow noticed Ichigo shifting on the high bar stool, and realized that he'd been staring rather intently. Embarrassed, and more than a little disturbed, he turned to the bartender, a pretty red head with huge tits. She was smiling saucily, as she leaned against the wooden counter, showing her abundance of cleavage.
"What can I get ya, stud?" she husked. Grimmjow smiled, showing off sharp canines, and leaned forward as well.
"I'll have whatever my friend here is having," he answered, inclining his head towards Ichigo.
"How appropriate," she chuckled. Grimmjow frowned slightly, then turned to face Ichigo, who was now ten shades of red, and wouldn't meet his eyes.
"What's that?" he inquired, eyeing the electric blue drink. Ichigo mumbled something, and shifted in his seat, but Grimmjow didn't hear him. "What?"
"It's a Blue Motherfucker."
Grimmjow's eyes widened, his lips parted, and his breath caught, before he burst into hysterical laughter. He wiped tears from the corners of his eyes, before shrugging.
"Yeah, I guess it is appropriate," he said, still spastically chuckling.
"You have no idea," Hirako added, sourly. Was it him, or did Hirako seem more disagreeable than normal tonight?
"What's your problem, Hirako? Stark holding back on the dick er somethin'?" Grimmjow was irritated as hell. He didn't even know what he'd done to piss off the slim blond, but he wasn't going to just sit back and be his bitch.
Hirako gave him a withering glare, and worked his mouth, definitely raring to give a sound tongue lashing, when Ichigo reached out and touched his shoulder. Hirako immediately calmed down, but his glare didn't lessen one bit.
"Grimmjow, you-" Hirako started, but again, Ichigo interfered.
"Shin," was uttered sternly, completely shutting Hirako's mouth.
"Fine...baka. I don't know why you're doin' this to yourself," the blond muttered, before sipping his cranberry-colored drink.
Grimmjow was confused, but he was more pissed than anything. What the fuck was Hirako going on about? Why the fuck was he so ticked? And what the fuck did it have to do with Ichigo?
Fuck, he was getting a headache and hadn't even started drinking yet. Speaking of which, the busty red head placed the same drink Ichigo was sipping from, right in front of him, the sturdy glass landing with a solid "clunk".
He took a tentative sip, and his eyebrows flew to his hairline in astonishment. He normally didn't do fruity drinks and shit, but this...this was fruity, but strong as hell. He liked it. Giving the flirty red head an appreciative grin, he turned back to Ichigo.
"How've ya been?" he asked carefully, trying to break the suddenly tense atmosphere. Ichigo shrugged, swirling his drink around in the glass.
"I've been ok. You?" It was stiff and unnatural, and Grimmjow didn't like it.
"I would be better if ya loosened up a bit. I don't know what's going on with Hirako, but shit suddenly feels...hostile. I could leave if ya want," he answered, but low enough so that only Ichigo could hear.
Grimmjow looked on curiously, as Ichigo averted his gaze, blushing, before shaking his head slowly, as if it had been forced.
"I don't want you to leave. Shin is just in a pissy mood, that's all."
"Ok. So, wha-"
"Grimmjow?" a throaty, feminine voice called from behind.
Grimmjow turned to face the woman, and felt shock ripple through him, from the tips of his hair to the soles of his feet.
"H-Hal?"
Halibel grinned, nodding slowly as she edged closer. He couldn't believe it. He hadn't seen Halibel since their second year of college, when she'd left to study overseas. They had been an item, but after a few months agreed to be on more casual, but still intimate terms. Then she'd left without so much as a "good-bye" or a "see ya later".
Suddenly, she was right in front of him, wrapping her arms around his neck tightly. He hugged her back loosely, not wanting to give off the impression that everything was all fine. He was still angry about how she'd left.
"I didn't think I'd be seeing you tonight," she murmured against his ear, sending involuntary shivers up his spine.
"Yeah, imagine that," he responded dryly, as he pried her away from his neck. She stepped back, and actually had the nerve to look surprised. "I wanna introduce you to a friend of mine," he said, looking over to Ichigo, only to find the red head gone, and Hirako glaring daggers...again.
Where the hell had Ichigo gone? And what the fuck was up with Hirako and the mean mug?
XOXOXOXO
Ichigo was fighting actual tears. It was fucking deja vu. Christmas Eve of 2004 all over again. He couldn't breathe, and the aching lump in his throat was becoming unbearable, as he leaned over the sink of the club's bathroom.
This whole night turned out to be one big fucking failure. First with Shinji creating an extremely hostile environment, then with Grimmjow's blonde girlfriend showing up. Ichigo could understand Shinji's anger; he was only looking out for him, after all, but, Grimmjow had no idea how Ichigo felt about him, and he wanted to keep it that way.
Things probably could've been fixed from that point, but once the blonde had shown up, Ichigo lost all desire to try to patch up the intense atmosphere. He'd been instantly assualted with images from that Christmas Eve, when he'd seen his blue-haired crush kissing that very blonde.
Ichigo knew he was being irrational, but he couldn't help the overwhelming feeling of his heart being tortured with a hot metal poker. After mumbling an excuse of needing to use the bathroom to Shinji, he'd hurried to the facilities before Grimmjow could notice his absence...if he even did.
He swallowed, gulping in deep breaths of air, not caring that he was in the men's restroom. Suddenly, a stall door was kicked open with unnecessary force, making it crash against the wall. Ichigo jerked his head up to see who the idiot causing the commotion was, and his breath stalled in his chest upon recognizing the man.
"Oh-ho! Looky here, if it ain't my lucky night!" the bald man emerging from the stall, cooed.
"Ikkaku," Ichigo growled.
Ikkaku's eyes were glazed and wild, as if he were high on something, what Ichigo didn't know, nor did he fucking care. Without warning, Ikkaku lunged forward, shoving Ichigo against the restroom wall, making him hit his head hard enough to see stars.
While he was stunned, Ikkaku fisted his hair, and painfully pulled him out of the bathroom, into the dimly lit corridor, and out of a side door that led into a darkened alley beside the club.
Ikkaku immediately punched Ichigo in the stomach, making him double over, but for some reason, Ichigo was feeling no pain, as thoughts and images of the night he was almost beaten to death, flooded his brain. Adrenaline surged through him, dwarfing the light buzz he'd been feeling, and making him, instead, feel drunk with bloodlust.
Ikkaku moved in to land another blow, when Ichigo shot to his full height, and planted a fist in the bald fuck's face. Ikkaku stumbled back against the wall of the building opposite the club, grabbing his nose, and cursing colorfully. Ichigo was crazed with the want to feel bones cracking from his efforts, making him look positively insane, as he drove his fist into Ikkaku's face over...and over...and over...until the bald was completely still, no longer responding to Ichigo's brutal beating. He didn't care. He needed to release his anger somewhere, and Ikkaku, the dumb shit, had presented himself as the perfect outlet.
Suddenly, a thick pair of arms curved under his armpits, lifting them and effectively trapping him in a sleeper hold. Ichigo twisted, thrashing and kicking wildly, thinking that this was another attacker, until a deep, soothing voice murmured in his ear for the second time that night.
"Ichigo, calm down. Relax, he's out of it."
Grimmjow. This man had been half of the reason for his blinding fury. He again started thrashing about, trying to get the blue-haired man to release him, but this time for entirely different reasons.
"Let me go, Grimmjow. I'm done with that fucker," he growled. Grimmjow slowly relinquished his hold, and Ichigo fixed his clothing, angrily yanking down the sleeves of his hoodie.
Suddenly, Shinji lurched forward to grasp his arm, steering him towards the mouth of the alley. It had been bad enough seeing the blonde and Grimmjow reunite, but now seeing her tagging along behind the blue-haired man, wearing a sympathetic expression, only ticked Ichigo off more.
"C'mon, Ichi, let's get you home," Shinji crooned.
"I could give ya a ride-" Grimmjow started, but Ichigo cut across him coldly.
"No, I'm good."
He didn't care how Grimmjow took it. Ichigo was tired of this unrequited love bullshit! It sucked all sorts of ass, and he was through dealing with it. Grimmjow was a straight fucking man, and Ichigo would just have to accept that fact, and move the hell on, even if it did take some brain bludgeoning.
XOXOXOXO
Grimmjow was speechless. He didn't know whether to be upset or impressed at the moment, although, he was definitely leaning more towards impressed. Also, and he would never admit it out loud, he was turned the fuck on. Seeing Ichigo in a blood rage had lit him on fire from the inside out, as well as giving him goosebumps, and making the hairs on his neck stand at attention.
He and Hirako seemed to notice at the same time, the length of Ichigo's absence, and had gone to search for him. Hirako checked the bathroom, but Grimmjow had noticed the side door swinging slightly from recent use, so, he'd gone outside, in case Ichigo had left the club in search of fresh air.
Halibel was following close behind him, completely annoying him, and he'd started to say something about it, when his eyes landed on the bald punk that had been in on Ichigo's beating that night in October. When the bald guy landed a blow to Ichigo's gut, Grimmjow had started forward to interfere, but Ichigo retaliated, catching the bald in the face with a sharp right punch.
He'd been stunned when Ichigo began beating the holy hell off of the bald guy, but when the man became immobile, he had to stop it, lest Ichigo kill him, and the bald wasn't worth going to jail over.
The next few moments happened so quickly, that he only remembered standing, frozen in shock, as Hirako led Ichigo away from the alley. He had never seen anything more beautiful in his life. The fire, the wildness, the passion he'd seen in Ichigo's normally soft brown eyes, gave him an embarrassing boner.
Ichigo was more than capable of taking care of himself, and Grimmjow respected that. More than that though, he was immensely proud. Halibel crept forward, and looped an arm through his, leaning against his side, but he slowly disengaged her arm, and stepped away.
"I'm goin' home, Hal, I'll catch up with ya some other time," Grimmjow mumbled, stuffing his hands in his pockets, and slowly ambling away.
Grimmjow had some thinking to do, and it certainly didn't involve the blonde, currently watching him. It had everything to do with an intriguing ass orange-haired kid named Ichigo Kurosaki.
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