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The Fairy Prince	By : Raceysama Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 3401 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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CHAPTER 7: TEACH ME HOW TO KISS
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XOXOXO
Toshiro couldn't believe his eyes. He now knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that the blue-haired man he'd been watching and following was indeed the fairy prince of Eloria.
After trailing the taller man from the diner, they'd ended up on the east side of Karakura near a few medium-rise apartment complexes. He had been lost in thought, wondering how he was going to go about proving exactly who the blunet was, when said blunet had whirled on his heel and ran back towards him. If he hadn't have ducked into the doorway of a closed store, he was sure he would've been run clear over. The blue-haired man had been in such a hurry that he paid no mind to Toshiro, which, in his opinion, was better than the alternative of being discovered.
He had given the man a slight head start (not that it was needed with how fast the guy had been running) before he had followed behind him. What he'd seen upon catching up to the blunet had not only blown his mind, but had also proven his suspicions to be true. Toshiro had witnessed the fairy prince, Grimmjow, rescuing an orange-haired man by literally throwing the man's attackers off of him.
With one hand.
He hadn't needed to see anymore, but he had gone on to follow Grimmjow and the orange-haired boy until the latter had passed out from his injuries and had to be carried to a well-kept apartment building. Toshiro had taken note of the location and left before his good luck could run out.
He had a lot of research and preparing to do.
XOXOXO
A loud knocking roused him from his fitful slumber, making him roll onto his side and glare at the large door to his bed chambers. He had a mind to ignore it, but decided against that since he had ordered his second-in-command to wake him with any news of importance.
"Enter!" he barked, grimacing through the dreadful pain shooting up and down his arms.
The large, wooden door swung open, revealing Tousen, who slowly stepped inside and quietly shut the door, "Aizen, sir, I have news," he stated solemnly.
Aizen couldn't tell whether his tone was a good thing or not, so he nodded his head in an impatient manner, "Go on."
Tousen was as stoic as they came, but Aizen noticed the small shift in stance that belied the man's excitement. He narrowed his eyes and waited for what his second-in-command had to say. "I have found another sorcerer who knows the secret of La Garganta. He claims to be able to ready a portal within the week."
Aizen wanted to smile, but the feeling in his arms kept him from doing so, "And what of my arms? What of this nuisance of a spell? Can it be undone?" he snapped irritably.
Tousen nodded and stepped back to open the bedroom door again, "Yes, he wishes to see the spell up close in order to counter it."
Aizen was skeptical, but he was also quite desperate. Besides, he was sure that Tousen would prevent this sorcerer from causing him further harm if allowed near him, so he nodded and permitted his second to allow the other person entrance. A tall, slender, pink-haired man wearing silver, rectangular-framed glasses stepped into the room and clasped his hands in front of him, waiting patiently to be introduced. Tousen shut the door and walked around the pink-haired man.
"This is Szayel Aporro Grantz," Tousen said with a small gesture in the other man's direction.
"Nice to meet you, Aizen, sir. How may I be of service?" this Szayel person asked coyly, honey-colored eyes gleaming with curiosity.
"Do not make me kill you after having only just met you," he bit out, certain that Szayel could see that he was in excruciating pain.
"Yes, I'm sorry. I'll take a look at your arms," Szayel stated and floated forward.
He held out his arms, the movement causing him great suffering, but he managed to hold still while they were inspected. The pink-haired sorcerer hummed and ahh'ed in satisfaction before finally pulling a small, green pouch from the left sleeve of his long, deep violet robes. He stuck a slim hand inside and withdrew a handful of a silver, glittery powdery substance, sprinkling it meticulously over his arms. Almost immediately his arms began tingling, the sensation reaching a fever pitch before there was suddenly nothing. Aizen's eyes widened as he lifted his hands to his face and closed them into fists, then reopened them.
There was no more pain.
Perfect.
"As soon as you complete La Garganta, come to me," he stated brusquely and climbed off of his bed. He strode to the opposite side of his room to the bathing chambers and opened the door, throwing one last statement over his shoulder before disappearing inside, "I hope you are not adverse to destroying fairies."
Szayel dipped into a low bow and grinned, "Absolutely not, Aizen, sir."
XOXOXO
Gin emerged from the thick patch of trees near his mountain lab and home, glancing around warily as he started down the path - hidden by a spell - from any passersby. A soft rustling from a hedge to his left halted him, making his breath hitch. A small rabbit shot across the path and into another hedge on his right. Gin sighed and took a deep breath.
Tousen was getting too close and it was making him paranoid.
After what he'd learned recently, he had every right to be paranoid. If Tousen got his hands on him before he could make it to his uncle, Aizen would have a field day trying to make him talk and just plain torturing him for the spell he'd used on the man's arms.
Gin had gone into town for more supplies, when an elderly man had recognized him as the son of Touran and led him off to what had appeared to be an abandoned old shack. Armed with a dangerous, crippling spell, he'd followed the man and what he'd seen had taken his breath away. The shack had been enchanted to look run-down on the outside, but inside, it had been a huge castle. He and the elderly man had come in through a huge front entrance that led deeper into an even larger dining hall. There were two picnic-styled tables that ran the length of the hall and they were filled with people.
Gin had to do a double-take upon glancing at a passing "person". The "person" had turned out to be a fairy, pointed ears peeking through a mess of dark, curly hair. Upon closer inspection, the entire population had been fairies. Where they had come from, he hadn't known, until the elderly man gripped his elbow and led him out of the dining hall and into a magnificent library.
The library's walls had been covered with book after book and reached up over thirty feet to the ceiling that held a mural of a beautiful fairy man and woman. The elderly man had noticed Gin studying the mural and after seating his aged body behind a big, wooden desk, strewn with scrolls, various rolls of parchment and books, he'd begun talking.
"Do you know who they are?"
Gin turned his gaze to the man and shook his head, "No. Are they famous?"
The man's brow furrowed slightly, "Have you heard the tale of the three fairy clans?" he asked, reaching into a drawer of the desk and withdrawing a pipe.
Gin watched as the man filled the pipe with a strong-smelling tobacco, then lit it, inhaling deeply. Gin was apprehensive and uncertain, but he was also curious. He wanted to know where those fairies had come from considering Aizen had managed to wipe out almost the entire clan of Eloria.
But first things first.
"What's your name, old man?" he inquired.
The elderly man grinned, making his pale green eyes light up. His gray hair gleamed as brightly as his teeth, his entire body shimmering like a mirage and suddenly, Gin was staring at another fairy. The man was no longer elderly, but he wasn't overly youthful either. He looked like the middle-aged, yet extremely attractive fairy he was. Pale green eyes had morphed into a smoky brown and gray eyebrows were now dark. His tattered, black robes were now a pristine white and blended well with his long, flowing white hair.
"I am Jyuushiro Ukitake. I belong to the clan of Roande," he stated.
Gin stared in awe, his mind trying to wrap itself around the idea of a Roande fairy still in existence. It was a hard thing to do, let him assure you. "How is that even possible? The Roande clan was destroyed years ago during The Great Betrayal!" he blurted.
Jyuushiro nodded and took a quick draw from his pipe before exhaling and speaking, "That is true, but what most do not know is that there were survivors and not only from the time of The Great Betrayal. There are survivors from the fall of the Eieren clan as well."
Gin shamelessly gaped at the older fairy. If what Jyuushiro said was true, then that meant two clans of fae were still alive and apparently thriving, from what he'd seen in that dining hall. But...how had it happened?
"How were there survivors?" he asked, arching a brow and folding his arms across his chest.
Jyuushiro pursed his lips and glanced up at the mural on the ceiling of the library, "No one knows this fact aside from myself and the former servant to the king and queen of Eieren, but he's dead now. You knew him quite well, though." Gin's eyebrows flew skyward, but he chose not to respond. "He was one of the most powerful sorcerers in this world and also...your father. Touran Ichimaru."
Gin felt faint, but a defiant outburst leaped from his mouth before he even had a chance to think about it, "You lie! My father was Elorian! So was my mother! I am Elorian!" he snarled.
Jyuushiro merely shook his head and puffed on his pipe. Gin fisted his hands at his sides and glared at the white-haired fairy that was staring back at him nonchalantly as if he hadn't just dashed everything Gin knew about himself and his background to pieces. He wouldn't believe this nonsense.
"You were born in Eloria, so yes, you are Elorian by birth, but by blood you are Eierenian. When Eieren fell to corruption, your parents fled to Eloria, as did many others. What no one but myself and Touran knew was that some of the survivors of Eieren fled to the other dimension altogether, including the Eierenian king and queen. They were betrayed and attacked by our own kind, then forced to leave, but due to the queen's state during the upheaval, Touran helped them escape to the other dimension," Jyuushiro continued.
Gin scowled. It was too much. He was having a hard time keeping up, but two things did stand out to him. "What was wrong with the queen? Was she sick? And why didn't my parents go to the other dimension as well?"
"Touran stayed behind to help bring to light what had truly occurred during the fall of Eieren and the queen wasn't sick; she was pregnant."
A heavy silence filled the room after that loaded statement. There were so many questions Gin wanted to ask, but he had no idea where to start. No, wait...yes, he did. "Then it's possible that the Eieren clan still has its royal family?"
Jyuushiro nodded solemnly, but offered no further response. Gin stood as still as stone, unsure what to do, until something else occurred to him, "My uncle," he breathed, ice-blue eyes open in shock.
Again Jyuushiro nodded, but this time accompanied it with a small smile, "I think you get the gist of things now."
Oh, he got the gist of things alright and now it was imperative that he make it to the other dimension and speak with his uncle Kisuke.
Gin found a quiet, secluded spot behind the mountains and after glancing around skittishly, he opened La Garganta and stepped through, hefting a large bag filled with his important scrolls, spells and other personal belongings. He traveled slowly through the dark void, mind in a frenzy. He still had many questions, but Jyuushiro had assured him that the answers he was seeking could only be given by his uncle. Gin had asked Jyuushiro why he had revealed the hidden fairies to him and the man had stated that it was his duty to do so. His father, Touran, had asked Jyuushiro to tell Gin the truth once he had reached a certain age and because of recent events, the knowledge of other living fairies was crucial.
Yes, there were many questions that needed to be answered.
Gin stepped out of La Garganta and into a strange room. Three pairs of widened eyes immediately landed on him. A blond boy opened and closed his mouth in astonishment before suddenly shouting and jumping to his feet from the odd-looking seat he had been perched on. Gin recognized the two others as the Elorian princess and the Elorian prince's companion. Where was the prince?
The princess rose to her feet as well, eyes wide with recognition, "You're the one that helped us escape!" she pointed out.
Gin nodded, but before anything else could be said, he pulled his bag from his shoulder and dug through it for his latest invention, meant to be used specifically for this situation. Kisuke had informed him of the language barrier in this dimension, so he'd come prepared. Finally, his slim fingers wrapped around the tiny jar and he pulled it free from the bag, uncorking the top as he returned to his full height. The jar held a shiny, golden, pasty substance that he'd enchanted to be used as what he called a "permanent translator". He dipped his right pinky finger into the stuff and after capturing some on the tip, swirled his finger inside and around his right ear, then repeated the actions with his left ear. Once the process was complete, he stoppered the jar and returned it to his bag.
Turning to face the princess, he bowed, "Your Highness, could you speak in this world's native tongue, please?" he asked in their language.
He noticed the blond staring at him with narrowed, dark eyes and grinned to ease the tension. The princess briefly turned her wheat-gray gaze to the blond, then back to Gin and spoke, "Why?" she asked and Gin allowed his grin to spread.
"I needed to hear the language in order for it to be replicated," he spoke fluently in the language that the princess had used.
The blond plopped down onto that odd-looking seat and huffed out a breath, "Yer another fairy, ain't ya?" he asked, not even bothering to look in his direction anymore.
"Yes. Is that a problem?"
The blond shook his head and reached into a pocket of the strange pants he wore and retrieved a small, rectangular object. There was a series of beeps before the object was lifted to the boy's ear and held there momentarily. Amazingly, the blond spoke into the object, making Gin arch a brow in shock. "Can ya get up here, now? There's another one," he spoke and Gin tried not to feel insulted at the blond's tone. "Just get up here!"
The blond lowered the device, pressed something and returned it to his pocket before facing Gin again, "Urahara will be here soon."
Gin immediately perked up. He hadn't even needed to ask where his uncle was. "Good. My uncle and I have much to discuss."
The blond's eyes widened and his wide mouth fell open, "Uncle?"
Gin frowned, but nodded, "Yes, my uncle."
"You're Gin?"
His frown turned into a deep scowl. How did this human know him? "How do you know my name?"
"I'm Shinji. Urahara told me that he told you about me be-"
"Ah! Yes, I remember now!" Gin stated, recognition coming to him out of nowhere. He remembered his uncle speaking of the human boy he'd adopted. He hadn't realized that this was him. "I'm sorry. Yes, I'm Gin Ichimaru. You are my cousin, in a sense, yes?"
"I guess ya could say that, yeah."
Silence fell and it was thick and awkward. Gin glanced around, surveying his surroundings and taking in the weird décor. He was sure there was a lot that he needed to learn about this dimension, aside from the questions he already had for Kisuke.
XOXOXO
Ichigo woke in his bed to a screaming headache and the sun streaming through the small cracks in his blinds. He squinted and scowled, groaning as he threw a hand over his eyes to block the offending light. The next thing to register in his mind was the soreness of his body and the ache in the back of his head. Then, he remembered the beating he had taken the night before and sighed.
All he'd wanted to do was get home and sleep.
With the recollection of the previous night's activities came the realization that he'd basically been saved by his blue-haired house guest. He remembered being extremely happy and relieved to see Grimmjow and then...nothing. He'd passed out.
How fucking embarrassing.
Ichigo tried to sit up, his scowl deepening when he realized that he couldn't. There appeared to be a steel bar placed across his stomach that was preventing him from doing anything more than rolling over. Then, he realized that the steel bar was an arm and that that arm was connected to the aforementioned blue-haired house guest.
Grimmjow.
The man had his face tucked against Ichigo's shoulder, his free hand pillowing it and his long legs were curled up, the left thrown across Ichigo's thighs. Ichigo sighed and enjoyed the feeling of the bigger man using him as a body pillow. Grimmjow's body temperature seemed a bit higher than an average human being's, so he felt like he was laying beside a mini-furnace. It wasn't entirely unwelcome, though.
Ichigo rolled onto his side, facing the blunet and studied the peaceful face. Grimmjow had long, dark eyelashes that fanned his cheeks, his nose was straight and almost regal and his lips were full and oh so soft-looking. Ichigo wanted to close the space between him and the fairy and test the texture of those lips, just to see if his assumptions were correct.
Grimmjow was asleep, so maybe he wouldn't notice.
He gathered the nerve and leaned forward, hesitating when Grimmjow's breath faltered slightly. Once the breathing returned to its previous state, he began moving forward again, this time closing his eyes, unaware of the widened blue ones watching him in astonishment. When he pressed his lips to Grimmjow's, he inwardly smiled, confirming that they were indeed soft. His hand unconsciously ran the length of the blunet's arm that was still haphazardly thrown across his waist.
It was a simple kiss, but comfortable, warm and somehow arousing. Ichigo wondered how kissing an awake Grimmjow would be. Would the taller man mind? Or would he protest? Especially since he had given the guy the impression that he didn't want to be with him that way. He was confused. Ichigo pulled back from the kiss and opened his eyes, only to have them widen in shock and mortification when he realized that Grimmjow was staring right at him. Shimmering blue eyes were wide and the mouth he'd just had his lips pressed to were parted in what Ichigo assumed was surprise.
"Ichigo," Grimmjow breathed, deep voice husky and tempting.
"Ah, Grimmjow, I'm sorr-"
Ichigo was cut off by those soft lips pressing urgently against his own. After the initial shock had worn off, he slid his hand up the bigger man's arm, over his shoulder, up his strong, yet elegant neck, and into his soft, thick bright blue hair. Grimmjow's arm tightened around his waist and his body edged closer, the leg thrown across Ichigo's hooking around his calf. His heart thundered in his chest as he tentatively swept his tongue across Grimmjow's bottom lip. Grimmjow jumped and pulled back, a small frown appearing between his brows and darkened blue eyes confused.
"Why did you...?" Grimmjow's voice trailed off, puzzled and Ichigo frowned as well.
"I'm...kissing...you," he uttered, just as confused.
"But...your tongue...was..."
Ichigo was flabbergasted. Hadn't Grimmjow ever tongue-kissed before? The mood was kind of ruined, so he sat up and scratched the back of his head, glancing at Grimmjow, who was in the process of sitting up as well. The blunet wore a strange expression. It was a mixture of confusion, disappointment and anger. Ichigo dropped his hands to his lap and stared down at them. This was disconcerting. He was sure that Grimmjow had been enjoying the kiss until he'd used his tongue. What was the big deal?
"I've seen it done before, but I never understood why it looked as though kissing people were trying to eat each other's faces off," Grimmjow rumbled quietly.
Ichigo's eyebrows shot to his hairline as he turned to face the blue-haired man. Seen it done before?
What?
"What do you mean? Y-you've never kissed before?"
Grimmjow's intense blue eyes captured his gaze as he slowly shook his head in the negative. Ichigo quickly turned away, hiding his astonished expression. He didn't want to make the man feel like he was making fun of him, but...holy shit! What the hell did that mean? Did Grimmjow only take lovers and not kiss them as a personal pet peeve? Ichigo knew there were some weirdos out there that just didn't like to kiss, so did that mean Grimmjow was one of those people? A thought flitted across his mind, but Ichigo refused to entertain it. That was fucking impossible. Grimmjow couldn't be a fucking virgin...could he?
Ichigo faced the sullen blunet and after taking a deep breath for courage, he carefully inquired, "Grimmjow...are you a...virgin?"
The bigger man averted his gaze, but not before Ichigo spotted the blush spreading over his cheeks. His heart rate again picked up as he realized that Grimmjow had just confirmed the notion Ichigo had thought to have been impossible.
Ludicrous. Outrageous. How could a man so suited for sex, be a damned virgin?
"S-so...you..." Ichigo didn't know how to respond. He was confused and utterly astonished at this turn of events. Not to mention, he still wanted to kiss the guy.
Grimmjow peeked at him from the corner of his eye and grunted, "Teach me." It had been said so softly that Ichigo had almost missed it.
"T-teach you what exactly?" he asked incredulously, wondering if Grimmjow had just inadvertently asked him to take his virginity.
Grimmjow scowled and gave him a withering glare, "To kiss, stupid!" he snapped.
"O-oi! Don't yell at me!" Ichigo snapped back, face afire. This was so fucking awkward. "You could've meant-" he slammed his mouth shut before he could continue to make a colossal ass of himself.
Grimmjow grinned lecherously and leaned towards him, blue eyes gleaming devilishly, "Oh? Could've meant what, Ichigo?" he asked.
Ichigo felt his blush spread down to his neck and up to his ears, but refused to be outdone. Instead of answering the teasing question, he gripped Grimmjow's chin - inwardly grinning wickedly when the man's smile faltered and his eyes widened – and covered the blunet's mouth with his own. Grimmjow instantly relaxed and leaned into him, his breath leaving him in a soft sigh. Ichigo let his hand travel from the slightly pointed chin, over the strong jaw and up to tangle in that mess of blue hair, while Grimmjow's right hand came to rest on his left thigh.
After gently moving his mouth over Grimmjow's, he hesitantly ran his tongue across the man's full bottom lip. This time Grimmjow didn't jump or pull back, but he did seem to freeze, so Ichigo pulled back a fraction and murmured against the blue-haired man's lips, "Open your mouth."
Grimmjow opened his eyes and frowned a bit before rolling them closed and following Ichigo's instructions. Ichigo swallowed and leaned in, going for broke as he delved his tongue into the bigger man's mouth. Grimmjow's hand gripped his thigh as he grunted and leaned in closer. After a little coaxing, Grimmjow got the idea and began to return the kiss, letting his tongue pet and dance with Ichigo's.
Oh boy.
Ichigo hadn't expected the man to catch on so quickly and be so adept at it. Warmth coiled in his pelvis as the kiss deepened further, Ichigo tightening his grip in Grimmjow's thick, blue hair. Then Grimmjow was moving, using his free hand to push him backwards and down onto the bed. Once Ichigo's back hit the comforter, Grimmjow maneuvered himself over him, pushing a knee between his legs and brushing his rapidly growing arousal.
Wh-what the hell just happened?
Both of his hands buried themselves in the blunet's hair with an almost desperate urgency. Kami, Grimmjow tasted good; like cinnamon toothpaste. Grimmjow's right hand roamed his side, made its way up to his shoulder, then up to his neck, where it rested, cupping the side firmly.
Oh god.
Ichigo felt like a licking and spitting bonfire. He just knew he was about to set his bed ablaze. His back arched him upwards against the taller man above him, their bodies aligning like legos, his toes curling. "Shit," he gasped as Grimmjow pulled back.
Ichigo threw his head back against his blanket, eyes still screwed shut. He could hear Grimmjow breathing like a marathon runner and knew that his own breathing matched it. He was hard as a ton of bricks and wanted nothing more than to let the beautiful blunet have his way with him, but that would be hard since said blunet had no clue what to do. Ichigo couldn't believe he had been the guy's first kiss, especially after a performance such as that. Grimmjow had kissed him like a certified pro.
God, the possibilities.
Ichigo took a deep breath and just happened to register the presence of something extremely hard pressing into his thigh. He didn't even need to glance down to know what that "something" was. It only served to turn him on even more. He let his hands fall from Grimmjow's hair as he finally opened his eyes. Grimmjow was staring down at him, blue eyes darkened and shining with lust, while his mouth hung open.
Ichigo arched a brow at the helpless expression on the man's face, "What's wrong?" he asked, running a hand down the side of that damn near angelic face.
Grimmjow briefly closed his eyes before reopening them and shaking his head, "Nothing wrong. That was fucking amazing," he murmured and collapsed onto Ichigo's chest, burying his face into his neck.
Ichigo coughed in surprise as the wind was knocked from his already deprived body. Grimmjow was fucking heavy. Yet...he didn't want him to move, so he kept his mouth shut and rubbed the man's back, nearly humming with sexual tension.
"So, I guess you're not mad at me anymore," he stated, closing his eyes and preparing to go back to sleep.
Grimmjow scoffed, his warm breath fluttering against Ichigo's neck, "Dumbass."
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