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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 8: UNDERNEATH IT ALL
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or song mentioned...
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XOXOXOXO
You're really lovely
Underneath it all
You want to love me
Underneath it all
I'm really lucky
Underneath it all
You're really lovely
-No Doubt-
XOXOXOXO
Karakura Town
April 2008
Grimmjow tried not to put his foot through the floor of his Nissan Maxima, as he drove towards Ichigo's apartment. The only thing keeping him from disrespecting the speed limit was the fucking rain. It was coming down in gallons, making visibility damn near impossible, but he wasn't about to let some shitty ass water get in his way. Not now. Not after what Hirako had told him.
Ichigo...shit, Grimmjow couldn't even bring himself to say that word. The "L" word. Holy shit. If he would have taken the time to actually see Ichigo, it would have been completely obvious. As he clutched the steering wheel with a white-knuckled grip, his mind brought up every instance where he and Ichigo crossed paths.
The first time had been at the beach, when Grimmjow had been in his second year of high school. He only remembered because he'd thought Ichigo's hair was strange like his and Szayel's. It wasn't everyday you saw someone with orange, pink or blue hair.
Ichigo had run right into him, and Grimmjow had noticed the look of surprise, as well as recognition, cross his face, as he helped him to his feet. He hadn't paid the orange-haired kid any mind, and dismissed the expression as Ichigo having seen him around before.
Grimmjow had seen Ichigo a couple more times around school after the beach run-in, but again, they were only short sightings, until the kid literally fell into his lap one day. They'd collided, and ended up on the ground, Ichigo lying on top of him. There had been something in the way the kid stared at him, then sat up blushing a bright, tomato red, as he looked away in what Grimmjow had assumed to be embarrassment. Now he could probably attribute it to something else.
They had been so close that Grimmjow had been able to see the golden flecks hidden in Ichigo's sepia-brown eyes, the cluster of freckles gathered across the bridge of his nose and cheeks, and the soft-looking texture of his slightly pink, full lips.
Grimmjow almost stomped on the brakes.
Just how long had he found Ichigo attractive? Had...had he always found the orange-haired youth beautiful, even if only in his subconscious? Why the fuck hadn't he noticed this shit?
Great. He really was a fucking idiot.
Ichigo's apartment building loomed ahead, and suddenly, his stomach filled with butterflies. The hell? He was not nervous. Yet, the butterflies had turned into large, swooping birds of prey, as Grimmjow found a parking space.
This was lunacy. He had no fucking clue what he was going to say to Ichigo, who was avoiding him like the plague, and he was really starting to second-guess his extremely spur-of-the-moment decision to come to his home.
Grimmjow climbed out of his vehicle, the rain very nearly drowning him, but he ignored it. His mind was focused entirely on the situation at hand. What would he say? Would Ichigo even see him? If he did, would he talk to him? Fuck, what the hell was he gonna say?
Grimmjow glared at the apartment building, as if it was the culprit and cause of his displeasure, then realized that he was standing in the pouring rain, very much like a stalker, or one of those shady characters in horror films. This was ridiculous. Man up, Jaegerjaques, time to face the music.
He headed inside, striding through the lobby, completely ignoring the stares coming from an elderly couple, as he formed small puddles in his wake. He stood with his arms folded across his chest while he waited for the slow ass elevator, and simultaneously fought the urge to snarl at the couple staring disdainfully at him and his rain puddles.
Finally, the metal box arrived. He stepped inside with an acute feeling of dread threatening to overwhelm him, so he focused on how he would diffuse this potential explosion. He could apologize. Hell no. Ichigo would probably kick his ass out.
Before he could speculate further, the elevator dinged, and the doors slid open, revealing a tough-looking, dark-haired female. Her eyes widened as though she recognized him, then her face spread into a wide grin.
"Are you here to see who I think you're here to see?" she inquired.
Grimmjow frowned. What the hell? Who was this broad?
"Who do ya think I'm here to see?" he groused, as he stepped from the elevator, still forming wet spots on the floor. The girl cocked an eyebrow and smirked, while she boarded the vacated space.
"Cut the shit, Jaegerjaques. Either you're here for Ichigo, or you're not. Unless you know someone else on the same exact floor."
"How do you know me?" He was puzzled. He'd never seen this girl a day in his life, and here she knew his name, and who he was here to visit.
"All of Ichigo's closest friends know who you are," she stated with a small grin, as the elevator doors slid shut.
Damn. That just made Grimmjow feel even lower than he already did. Fuck. He slowly crept towards Ichigo's door, his heart thudding on his tongue, and his palms beginning to sweat. He was soaking fucking wet, but he had to do this. He needed to do this. He lifted his hand, and knocked on the door three times. Here goes nothing.
XOXOXOXO
Karakura Town
April 2008
Ichigo had enjoyed Tatsuki's visit, even though she'd managed to drag from him every incident, that had occurred in her absence, between he, Renji and Rukia. That was the way Tatsuki showed her concern, by trying to protect him like a mother hen. He thought it was cute.
Ichigo had planned to run to the store, but changed his mind once he'd seen the rain from the living room window. It was coming down pretty hard, and he had no real desire to get soaked to the bone, probably getting sick in the process.
He was bored. He finally had a day off, and could think of absolutely nothing to fucking do. Shinji was hanging out with Stark, Chad was working, and the rest...well, Ishida and Inoue weren't really good company together, considering all they did was neck like horny teenagers. Not that Ichigo blamed them. They were "in love", and really didn't realize how utterly sappy they were.
Ichigo shuffled to his bedroom to change into a pair of royal-blue pajama pants, and a white t-shirt, before trudging into the kitchen. He was in the mood for some tea, so he filled a teakettle with water, and placed it on the stove to boil. What the hell should he do?
He'd bought a nice sized tv and decent dvd player after a couple paychecks, but he'd seen everything in his dismal movie collection already, so that wouldn't help. He sighed dejectedly. He was such a lame-wad.
Ichigo could've gone to visit his family, but decided he wasn't in the market for a headache, and that was precisely what he would receive for his troubles. His old man could be unbearable at the best of times.
The teakettle whistled loudly, and Ichigo removed it from the flame, placing it on a cold burner, then retrieved a mug from the overhead cabinets. After fixing his tea the way he liked-two spoons of sugar, a little honey and a slice of lemon-he moved into the living room, where he curled up on the couch.
The tea was still too hot, so he set it on the coffee table to let it cool, and reached for a book he'd been in the middle of reading for about two weeks, when knocking sounded from his door. Who the hell? Ichigo glanced at his cell phone on the table and frowned in confusion. Did Tatsuki forget something?
Ichigo dragged himself from the couch, shuffled to the door, and yanked it open. Fuck. So, his luck had run out then, huh. Grimmjow stood on the other side of his door, completely soaked to the bone, a puddle of water spreading outwards from his feet, and he was wearing the strangest expression. Like he was studying Ichigo.
Grimmjow pushed his hood back, revealing his drenched blue hair that was plastered to his head, but sticking up in some places. Ichigo wanted to smile at the picture the man presented, but that wouldn't help at all. Shit, he was already crumbling again. He bit his lip as Grimmjow stared at him.
"How long were you planning to run and hide from me, Ichigo?" Grimmjow finally spoke. His blue eyes were so intense, more than they usually were.
"I wasn-"
"Bullshit."
Grimmjow hadn't even raised his voice, but his tone snapped and crackled like a live wire. Fuck, Grimmjow was intimidating like that, but...but he had fought too hard to gain some type of foothold in his life, and he didn't need this asshole ruining that.
"Why the fuck are you even here, Grimmjow?" he snapped, a bit more angrily than he'd intended. Grimmjow's pupils turned into tiny pinpricks, as he narrowed his eyes.
Without warning, Ichigo was shoved inside, as Grimmjow entered the apartment, shutting the door, and removing his shoes and hoodie in the process. Ichigo was stunned. He'd lost his balance, and ended up stumbling over the small rug in the doorway, falling solidly on his ass, where he sat staring wide-eyed up at Grimmjow.
"What the fucking hell is your problem, asshole!"
"We're gonna talk, Ichigo. You 'n me. I think it's time we did that, yeah?" Grimmjow answered, with a slightly dangerous glint in his eyes.
"T-talk?" Ichigo was...well, confused didn't quite cover it, but that was all he could come up with at the moment.
"Yeah, talk, idiot. Ya know, open your mouth and let words come out."
"Oi, fuck you!" Grimmjow gave a feral grin, as he stepped towards him. Ichigo didn't know what the hell was going on with the blue-haired man, but it was scaring him, and turning him the fuck on at the same time. What? He couldn't help it.
"Yeah, that's it, berry head," Grimmjow growled, and gripping Ichigo's forearm, yanked him to his feet. "Ya got a towel? Maybe some pants er somethin'?"
Grimmjow's jeans were still leaving puddles wherever he stood, so Ichigo could see the sense in getting out of them, but that didn't keep him from grumbling the entire time he went to fetch a towel, and a pair of basketball shorts and t-shirt Chad had left there ages ago. Ichigo had washed them, thinking his friend would come back to retrieve the clothes, but he never had, and they'd sat on the shelf at the top of the closet ever since.
When Ichigo ambled back into the living room, he almost passed out from the sight that greeted him. Grimmjow was trying to kill him. The blue-haired man stood in the front of the couch, shirtless, and only clad in a pair of pale blue boxers, sleek muscles displayed in abundance. All of the blood in Ichigo's body was in danger of simultaneously leaking from his nose, and pooling in his groin. Fucking hell.
Trying to keep a shred of his dignity in tact, he lay the clothes on the back of the love seat, and hands trembling uncontrollably, turned his back to Grimmjow.
"Y-you know, the bathroom is right through here. You could've gone in there...or something," Ichigo's voice trailed off pitifully, as he bit his lip. Good grief. That image would be burned into his brain forever.
"Chill, Ichigo, it's not like I'm naked er anything."
Since Ichigo had his back turned, he missed the wicked grin Grimmjow was wearing, as he dressed in the given clothes. As it was, he was too busy having a panic attack, trying to figure out what it was that the insensitive prick wanted to talk about.
"Yo, come sit down, I'm done," Grimmjow's deep voice seemed to stroke his spine.
Ichigo stiffly complied, still too afraid to meet the piercing blue gaze that was surely dissecting him at the moment. This was so fucking awkward.
"What the hell do you wanna talk about, Grimmjow?"
"Ok, smartass, let's start with why the fuck you were avoiding me like a little bitch!"
This snapped Ichigo's eyes to Grimmjow's in an instant. Who the fuck did this guy think he was? He had no idea how hard it had been for Ichigo to not constantly obsess about him. To not fill almost every waking moment with thoughts of "why couldn't he be gay?".
"You don't know what the fuck I've been through, so don't fuckin' talk to me like you do!" Ichigo snapped, clenching his fists at the sides of his thighs.
"What the fuck does that have to do with me?" Ichigo surged to his feet, his face twisted in pain.
"IT HAS EVERY-FUCKIN'-THING TO DO WITH YOU! IT'S ALWAYS BEEN YOU!" he screamed in agony, tears pricking his eyes. "GOD, YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW I FEEL! HOW FUCKIN' HARD IT'S BEEN JUST TO LIVE WITH THE FACT THAT YOU'RE STRAIGHT!"
Ichigo's eyes widened, as he realized what he'd let slip. Shit! His entire body was shaking like a brittle leaf in the wind, as he retreated to the living room window, his back again facing Grimmjow. How could he have let his control crumble that way? Now, his tightly guarded secret was out, and Grimmjow would most likely never even look at him again, let alone speak to him.
Tears stung his eyes, and even though he fought against them, swallowing convulsively the huge lump in his throat, they still spilled over his lashes, tracking down his cheeks. Fuck, this was horrible. Ichigo would never be able to redeem himself from this, and it was all his fault for letting Grimmjow rile him up.
The silence was thick, pressing against his back like a physical thing. He covered his eyes with his trembling right hand, trying to mask his grief and embarrassment, his body shuddering from the effort.
"Yo."
It was said softly from right behind Ichigo, making him jump, but not enough to make him turn around. Honestly, Ichigo thought the man had left. He grunted quietly.
"Turn around, I got somethin' to say," Grimmjow was still speaking softly, his voice a low, soothing rumble.
"I don't really think there's anything you need to say. I know you're straight, ok?" Ichigo paused, swallowing thickly. "I don't...I didn't mean to tell you that. Please, Grimmjow, just go. This is fuckin' embarrassing enough as it is."
Suddenly, Ichigo was whirled around, and his chin grabbed fiercely. He painfully met Grimmjow's shocking blue gaze that was boring fiercely into his own wide, brown one.
"Ichigo, shut the fuck up and listen, dammit!" Grimmjow hissed urgently. When Ichigo stayed silent, he continued. "I-I, fuck, I don't know what the fuck I'm doing, but, you-you don't need to feel like that anymore, ya know? I may not have known before, but-but-ah, fuck this!"
Before Ichigo could even react, Grimmjow's lips were pressed to his in a soft kiss. Ichigo's eyes widened. What? What exactly was going on here? He was dreaming, right? This whole sordid affair was a cosmic joke, in the form of a dream. It had to be. There was just no fucking way Grimmjow-straight as a rod-Jaegerjaques was...kissing him.
But then, the larger man's hand left his chin, and trailed to the nape of Ichigo's neck, fingering his hair. Grimmjow's lips parted, and his warm, wet tongue swept across the seam of Ichigo's lips, probing gently, requesting entrance. Fuck. If this was a dream, he would damn well enjoy it while it lasted.
Ichigo's hands came up to Grimmjow's shoulders, and he gripped them tightly, holding on for dear life lest he be swept away. He opened his mouth, accepting the searching tongue, and promptly melted. This was the most realistic dream he'd ever had in his life. Grimmjow tasted like vanilla and tobacco, and even though Ichigo didn't smoke, it was wholly intoxicating.
Ichigo fisted Grimmjow's shirt at the shoulders, clinging to him, and letting these embarrassing little noises slip, as the blue-haired man thoroughly, and quite aggressively, explored his mouth, creating wet, smacking sounds that filled the silence.
When they broke for air, a small strand of saliva still connecting them, Grimmjow leaned his forehead against Ichigo's, both of them breathing rather harshly. God, that had been better than anything Ichigo had or even could have imagined. He held his eyes shut tightly, a fresh batch of tears stinging behind them. Please don't wake him up!
"Hey," Grimmjow murmured, "look at me." Ichigo shook his head defiantly.
"I don't wanna wake up," he croaked. Grimmjow wrapped his arms around Ichigo's waist, and chuckled breathlessly.
"Baka. Open your eyes, and you'll see you're not dreamin'."
Grimmjow rubbed tiny circles with his thumbs on Ichigo's waist. Ichigo took a deep, shuddering breath, and slowly cracked open his tear-swollen eyes. He had to stifle a gasp, as his eyes met electric blue, shining with lust, and something else Ichigo couldn't quite name. He bit his bottom lip for the umpteenth time that night, and shook his head.
"Why? Y-you've always been straight. I don't understand," Ichigo uttered.
"I don't understand it either, but...there's just somethin' about ya, Ichigo, that draws me in." Grimmjow ran his hands up and down Ichigo's sides, drawing a delighted sigh from him. "I ain't gonna deny that I'm feelin' somethin' for ya, and I wanna explore this. Question is, do you?" Ichigo gaped at the man.
"Are you braindead or something? I've wanted you since I was in junior high! Of course I wanna-wanna "explore" this. I-I, god, Grimmjow..."
"Yeah, I know," Grimmjow murmured, and lowered his head, capturing Ichigo's lips in another drugging kiss.
Perhaps...perhaps everything would turn out alright, after all.
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