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Two Sides to Every Coin	By : Raceysama Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 3000 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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CHAPTER 8: RELIEF
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XOXOXOXO
"I tested the needle Grimmjow had in his hand and it turned up small traces of cyanide. Had there been even a single dose more, I wouldn't have been able to save him."
"Where is he now?"
"I've turned his bedroom into a makeshift hospital room. He's still on the respirator, but his vitals have been stable this past week. He still hasn't regained consciousness though, so I thought it wise to have someone with him at all times."
"Good work, Szayel. Keep me posted, please."
"Yes, Aizen, sir."
Szayel left the office and Aizen reclined in his seat, resting his chin on his fist and narrowing his eyes in thought. He glanced at Gin standing beside his desk wearing a serious expression. Exactly the way he felt. Someone was attacking his employees in a very unacceptable manner.
"This is becoming ridiculous, Gin," Aizen spoke softly.
"Ah. S'gettin' serious. Whattaya wanna do, sir?"
"Find me this Sharp person. I'll decide what to do afterwards."
"Yes, sir," Gin bowed and left the office as silently as if he had never been there.
Aizen rubbed his chin and stared at the ceiling. Ridiculous indeed.
XOXOXOXO
"Mmm...fuuuuck," Nnoitra moaned as he buried his long, thin fingers into inky black hair.
His hand grasped the back of the dark head and began guiding its movements as it bobbed up and down in his lap, while his hips gave small thrusts in time to the sinful mouth working his dick like a rocket pop.
"Haah...shit...I'm comin'," he murmured and tipped his head back to rest against the back of the couch.
The small man before him engulfed Nnoitra's entire length and swallowed twice before Nnoitra exploded down his throat and instantly saw bright lights and pretty stars.
"Fuckin' crap," Nnoitra cursed as he watched the man through one slitted eye, swallow and wipe the corner of his mouth. "Yer really good at that, ya know?"
Emerald green eyes sparkled as the corner of Ulquiorra's mouth twitched in a small smirk. He straddled Nnoitra's lap, wrapped his arms around the taller man's neck and twined his fingers in the equally dark hair.
"Perhaps you should show me," Ulquiorra murmured against Nnoitra's lips. Nnoitra grinned broadly and ran his hands up and down the petite man's back. Just as he was about to respond, his cell phone rang.
"FUCK! Somebody better be dyin' er somethin'," he growled. Ulquiorra slid off of Nnoitra's lap in order to give him more room to search for the phone. "Yo!" Nnoitra snapped into the device, not even bothering to fix his pants.
"You do realize that you're over an hour late, yes?" Halibel's smooth voice traveled through the phone.
"Ah, shit, I fergot. I'm on my way now."
Halibel ended the call and Nnoitra stood, reluctantly pulling up his boxers and pants. He glanced over his shoulder at Ulquiorra, who had donned a white terry-cloth robe and was currently sipping from a bottle of water. Once Nnoitra had his clothing righted, he sauntered up to Ulquiorra and tipped the man's chin upwards with his long index finger.
"I guess I owe ya one."
"That you do. Do not waste anymore time, Nnoitra. I am certain that Halibel is quite upset with you," Ulquiorra stated nonchalantly.
"Yeah, ya better hope she leaves my balls in tact."
"It is not your balls I am concerned with. Will you return after your shift?"
"Almost sounds like ya want me to," Nnoitra grinned lecherously. Ulquiorra's lips twitched again.
"As you've already said, you owe me one."
Nnoitra's grin spread as he stooped down to steal a kiss from the stoic Cuarto. He loved teasing the seemingly emotionless man only to reveal the hot-blooded side that he kept so well hidden.
Nnoitra left Ulquiorra's apartment and headed for his car, remembering how he'd gotten into the petite man's pants. Ulquiorra had dropped by to tell Nnoitra he had an appointment that evening, and like he usually did, Nnoitra had baited the smaller man, saying and doing any and everything to get under that stoic mask. Boy, he didn't expect it to work as well as it did.
Ulquiorra had stared at him blankly after Nnoitra had called him a virgin, before stalking towards him and pushing him down onto the couch. Ulquiorra had proceeded to suck him off and then leave as if nothing had happened. Nnoitra had been flabbergasted, to say the least. After that, he'd cornered Ulquiorra in the underground garage of Hueco Mundo and fucked him over the hood of his own car.
From then on, he and Ulquiorra had an off-again, on-again, whenever-it's-convenient type of thing going. It had been strange at first seeing the cold, green-eyed man turn into a wanton mess whenever they fucked, but now Nnoitra relished the emotions Ulquiorra would let slip. Made him want more.
Nnoitra parked in front of the now familiar apartment building and cut the engine. He hated being here and seeing his friend lying as still as death, instead of cursing him out. It wasn't right. He really hoped Grimmjow would wake up soon.
XOXOXOXO
"Dad! What the crap is that?" Ichigo screeched and pointed at the pot full of...?
"It's chicken noodle soup! Can't you tell?" Isshin pouted, still holding a wooden spoon and wearing a "kiss the chef" apron.
"Where's Yuzu? Did you seriously expect people to eat that?"
Isshin's lower lip trembled before he held the hand with the wooden spoon up to his forehead and wailed.
"Aaaahhhh, Masaaaakiiiiiiii, our son is so cruel!"
Ichigo kicked Isshin clear across the kitchen, scowling the entire time. What the fuck was wrong with his old man?
"I'll make something, just get out," Ichigo said as he rolled up the sleeves of his long-sleeved gray thermal shirt.
"Of course, my son!" Isshin replied as if he hadn't just been soccer-kicked across a room. Karin came into the kitchen and after surveying the situation, just shook her head.
"Goat-face, Yuzu is gonna kill you for messing up her soup pot," she said as she plucked an apple from a dish on the kitchen table.
"Yuzu would never. She isn't cruel like you two!" Isshin retorted.
"Get out, Dad! Karin where is Yuzu anyway?" Ichigo asked as he dumped the disaster his old man had called chicken noodle soup into the trash.
"She's staying with a friend for the night."
"Awww, man. I wanted to see her too. Ah well, I'll just come back next weekend. How's school?"
"It's ok, I guess. Soccer is good. Classes are pretty lame though," Karin said through bites of the apple.
"You aren't failing or anything like that, are you?" Ichigo asked, going into big brother mode. Karin sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes.
"Of course not. It's just boring."
"Mmm."
"Well, I'm goin' upstairs. Call me when it's done," she said and shuffled out of the kitchen.
Ichigo stood at the kitchen counter chopping vegetables for a real meal of chicken noodle soup, his mind drifting to a week ago and that dreaded fight. It still pissed him the fuck off that that Sharp prick had almost killed Grimmjow and cheated to do it.
Even though a week had passed, Ichigo still hadn't been to see Grimmjow. He'd heard that the man was still unconscious and Ichigo really didn't want to see him like that. He was already dealing with emotions that he didn't quite understand. For instance, why did he react so strongly to anything dealing with Grimmjow? Ichigo was attracted to him, but that didn't explain the heavy feeling in his chest whenever he remembered that night and seeing Grimmjow nearly die.
Which brought him to another point. Ichigo had reacted violently to what happened to Grimmjow. Shinji had later told him that he had never seen Ichigo so pissed and that it had scared the hell out of him. Nnoitra had been highly amused and kept asking Ichigo if he was sure he and Grimmjow hadn't fucked yet. After blushing like the virgin he was, he had reassured Nnoitra that they hadn't done anything except talk. He didn't think Nnoitra was buying it, though.
Ichigo sighed and wiped a bit of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. He wanted to see Grimmjow. He wanted to reassure himself that he was fine and only unconscious, but everytime he drew up the courage, it dissipated and he chickened out. Shinji had even offered to accompany him, but Ichigo wanted to go alone.
Just then, his cell phone buzzed in his pocket making him damn near jump out of his skin. Ichigo added the vegetables, noodles and chicken to the broth he had prepared, before wiping his hands on a dish towel and plucking the phone from his pocket.
New Message from: Szayel
Huh? What the hell did he want? Ichigo tapped the screen to read the message.
Are you free tonight?
Ichigo frowned as he slid the screen up to access the keyboard and type out a quick reply.
Why?
Ichigo sent the message and trudged into the living room of his childhood home, flopping onto the well-worn couch. His phone buzzed as soon as he made himself comfortable.
I need your assistance.
Ok, Ichigo was getting freaked out because it was sounding as if Szayel was hitting on him.
With what?
He bit his lip as he waited for Szayel's response. Pleeeease, don't let this be some type of seduction.
Vrrrrrr, vrrrrrrr.
I need an overnight babysitter.
What? Szayel had a kid? Why didn't he know about that?
Overnight, you said?
Is that a problem, Ichigo?
Ichigo sighed deeply. It's wasn't like he had anything else to do.
No, fine. Whatever. What time?
Excellent. I'll text you the address at 10 pm.
Ugghhh. What the hell had he just agreed to?
XOXOXOXO
"He's gonna kick yer ass, ya know?" Nnoitra said flatly. Szayel shrugged.
"I don't care. He's the only one who hasn't done a shift."
"Yeah well, he's still gonna kick yer ass, and I've got a front row seat."
Szayel rolled his eyes and added a new IV reservoir that would last until morning after removing the almost empty one. He studied Grimmjow's face and heaved a sigh.
"I'm going to take him off of the respirator. He was breathing fine on his own earlier, I just needed to be sure," he commented absently.
"Does that mean he'll be wakin' up?" Nnoitra asked hopefully. Szayel shrugged.
"It's possible."
"Che, I hope so. Seein' him like that is fuckin' weird."
Szayel had to agree with Nnoitra. Seeing Grimmjow Jaegerjaques lying on death's door instead of mouthing off to authority figures and being the arrogant idiot he normally was, was indeed strange.
Szayel let out a long yawn as he removed the tube from Grimmjow's mouth. Luckily, he hadn't needed a tracheotomy (making a hole in the windpipe through the neck). Grimmjow's chest rose and fell rhythmically on its own and Szayel was satisfied.
"I'm going home," he stated as he gathered his trench coat.
"Chicken."
"I'm fucking tired, Nnoitra! It has nothing to do with Ichigo," Szayel snapped and headed for the front door.
"Uh-huh. If it makes ya feel better."
Szayel slammed the door behind himself and stormed to the elevators. Fucking idiot.
XOXOXOXO
Ichigo had stopped at his apartment for a change of clothes, pajamas, his toothbrush, deodorant (he certainly wasn't using Szayel's) and a book to read, after his visit with his old man and Karin. Szayel had given him the address and told him to be there in an hour.
So, here he was striding through the lobby of a really nice apartment building, headed for the elevators with a small black duffel bag over his shoulder. Szayel had told him the twentieth floor, apartment D, so Ichigo hit the button for twenty and settled back against the wall of the elevator as he listened to Skillet's "Whispers in the Dark". He started playing air guitar to the incredible solos with his eyes closed before the elevator jerked to a stop. He opened his eyes and cringed.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Ichigo snapped at the sight of a grinning Nnoitra.
"Hi to ya too, princess."
"Don't fucking call me that, Popeye."
"Tch, idiot! Popeye doesn't have an eyepatch," Nnoitra retorted, stepping onto the elevator as Ichigo stepped off.
"So? You still got my meaning, didn't you? Now, what the hell are you doing here?" Ichigo asked, more than a little annoyed. Nnoitra grinned maliciously and leaned forward.
"Yer my relief. Have fun, beautiful," he said as the elevator doors slid closed.
Ichigo frowned as he made his way to apartment D. He didn't like the way Nnoitra had said "have fun". It made his skin crawl and a sick feeling formed in the pit of his stomach. He didn't trust that beanpole when he got like that because it never meant anything good.
Ichigo pushed the apartment door open and looked around tentatively after stepping inside and closing and locking the door. Nice. Ichigo took in the large living room with off-white carpeting, plush black couch and love seat, a black marble coffee table, big ass flat-screen tv with a ridiculous sound system and framed pictures of landscapes hanging on the maroon-colored walls.
Ichigo dropped his bag on the couch and gave himself a tour of the place. There was a certain smell lingering in the air that was vaguely familiar but he couldn't quite identify it. Off to the right of the living room were two large doorways perpendicular to each other, one leading down a hallway and the other with two stairs that led down into the kitchen.
Ichigo's eyebrows raised as he noted the black granite tiled countertops and long island, the polished black marble floor, cherrywood cabinets and the huge black refrigerator. A large gas stove with eight burners sat a few feet beside the stainless steel sink. This place was a chef's wet dream. Szayel apparently had good taste.
Ichigo opened the fridge to find it packed with food and drinks. Beer? He hadn't pegged Szayel as a beer drinker, but to each his own.
So far, Ichigo hadn't found any evidence of children. No toys, no sugary shit in the kitchen. Maybe Szayel was OCD (Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder).
He left the kitchen and tip-toed down the short hallway and paused when he saw two doors on opposite sides of the hall. Taking the one on the right, he stepped into a bathroom. It was a decent size with the normal sink and toilet but it also had a standing shower separate from the tub. From the looks of the living room and kitchen, this wasn't what Ichigo had been expecting at all.
But...wait. If that was the bathroom and the other room a bedroom, where the hell did the kids sleep? Ichigo frowned as he approached the last door. Something wasn't right and it had his heart drumming and his palms sweaty.
He pushed the door open and his eyes widened at the sheer size of the room. Floor to ceiling windows lined the west wall giving a spectacular view of Karakura. Holy shit. The light spilling from the windows enabled Ichigo to get a good look at the room. Midnight blue carpeting covered the floor while the walls were a rich, cream color. A large, cherrywood six-drawer dresser was placed a few feet to the right of where he stood.
Ichigo vaguely noticed the huge king-sized bed in front of him because he was currently gawking at the open double doors on the wall adjacent to the windows. He walked towards them in a sort of daze. A walk-in fucking closet? As he looked around at the different shelves and drawers, he spotted another set of double doors. Stepping through them, Ichigo found the bathroom he'd been expecting the first time.
Holy hell, did they really get paid this much? He absorbed the black marble floor as well as the off-white, vanity-styled marble-top sink. Off to the left was a huge jacuzzi-styled tub surrounded by the same black marble that covered the floor. Directly ahead was the biggest shower he'd ever seen. The thing had two showerheads and was about twelve by ten feet. Ridiculous.
Then, as if waking from a trance, he stumbled back against the sink as the smell surrounding him nearly knocked him over with its familiarity. Ichigo knew this scent because it had given him many wet dreams. He gulped and slowly moved back to the bedroom.
This time he focused on the form lying on the bed, his chest constricting sharply when he noticed a shock of blue hair against a white pillow. A soft beeping emanated from a heart monitor and an IV dripped slowly next to the bed.
Ichigo crept forward until he reached the right side of the bed. Flicking on a lamp that was situated on a black nightstand, he slowly took in Grimmjow's appearance.
His breath felt like it had been mule-kicked from his chest when he noted the pale skin and gaunt face. Shit. He lowered himself to the bed and stared in disbelief. Grimmjow had lost weight. It wasn't alarming, but it was noticeable.
Ichigo noticed that Grimmjow was breathing on his own but he was still unconscious. He felt a weird feeling forming in his stomach and a strange lump rising in his throat. Before he knew it, he was passing his fingers through dry, but surprisingly soft blue hair.
He snatched his hand back in horror when he realized what he had been doing. What was wrong with him? Ichigo glanced around the room as if he was being watched before directing his gaze back to Grimmjow. He had to get out of there.
Ichigo hurried from the bedroom and back into the living room, grabbing his phone from his pocket before flopping onto the couch in anger.
You motherfucker!
Ichigo was pissed. Szayel, that little bastard, had tricked him.
:D Nighty night Ichigo
Ichigo almost threw his phone across the room in frustration.
Your ass is mine when I see you. Know that.
Szayel is currently sleeping, please leave him a message :D
Ichigo gently put his phone down on the coffee table before he ended up breaking it. Szayel had just dug his own fucking grave and Ichigo was looking forward to putting him in it.
So, the reality of the situation was that he was spending the night in Grimmjow's home while the man lay unconscious in his bedroom. Ok, shouldn't be too hard.
'King, ya've been had,' Shiro stated before quietly laughing.
'Yeah, no shit.'
'What're ya so worried 'bout? He ain't even awake.'
'I know,' Ichigo responded. 'It's just that seeing him like that was fucking...I don't even know. Plus, I'm in his personal living space. That's different from just speaking to him in public places.'
'I never thought I'd be sayin' this, King, but...yer bein' a drama queen.'
'Fuck you! I'm not being a drama queen.'
Silence. Ichigo sighed and then began chuckling. Shiro was right. He was acting retarded for no reason. Grimmjow couldn't even move and Ichigo was all keyed up.
So, screw it. He would take a shower, crash on the couch and wait for Szayel to come so Ichigo could kick his head in.
Ichigo gathered his toothbrush, deodorant and pajamas and made his way to the bathroom across from Grimmjow's bedroom, but before he could make it inside, an urge propelled him to the huge facilities in the bedroom. Stepping inside the room, he glanced at Grimmjow as if he were afraid the man would wake up and tell him to get out.
'King, just go wash yer ass already!'
'I know, shutup!'
Ichigo was sweating like a whore in church and as jumpy as a mouse. What was wrong with him? It could be the fact that he was about to use the same bathroom that Grimmjow used...and stood naked in.
He shook his head forcefully as if that would dispel the images that had instantly sprang into his mind, and proceeded to brushed his teeth at the sink noticing the gray and white toothbrush in the holder. Grimmjow's toothbrush.
Stripping out of his clothes, he piled them on top of the closed toilet and moved to the large shower staring at the knobs in confusion. No color codes to distinguish the water temperature? How was he supposed to use this thing? Ichigo experimentally turned the knob on the right and was instantly blasted with ice cold water.
"AARRGH!" Shiro howled with laughter and Ichigo inwardly cursed. Fucking hell that was cold!
So, after coming to the conclusion that cold was on the right and hot was on the left, he enjoyed what was quite possibly the best shower of his life. Ichigo had used Grimmjow's shampoo and shower gel and relished the smell. Grinning like a fool he left the shower, dried off and slipped into a red t-shirt and black pajama pants covered with strawberries. They had been a gag gift from Rukia and this was the first time he would wear them.
Ichigo had been completely unprepared for the sight that greeted him upon entering the bedroom. His heart dropped to his feet, his mouth fell open, and his pile of clothes hit the floor. Grimmjow, his arms trembling from the effort, was trying to prop himself up against the headboard. His eyes widened and his eyebrows disappeared into his hairline when he saw Ichigo.
"Berry?"
XOXOXOXO
Grimmjow had been in and out of consciousness for a while, how long, he had no idea. Now and then he would hear voices that sounded familiar, but he never had the strength to open his eyes or speak.
That piece of shit, Sharp had really tried to kill him. When he was puking up his guts and trying to catch his breath, he really thought he was a goner. Grimmjow had never been in that much agony in his life. Slowly suffocating as his lungs collapsed and his airway closed, was scary as shit.
He remembered dreaming about the entire incident over and over again, like some fucking broken record. He remembered seeing Szayel rushing down the stairs towards him afterwards, then seeing Stark and Nnoitra chasing Ichigo. Although, he thought that last part was more dream than fact. There was no way the berry had been hurrying towards him looking absolutely pissed. No way.
Grimmjow slowly opened his eyes and opened his mouth. Crap, his mouth was as dry as a desert, his throat ached like hell and he had to piss like a fucking racehorse. He surveyed his surroundings as quickly as his stiff neck would allow him to, before concluding that he was in his own bedroom in his new apartment.
He tried sitting up and his weak arms refused to support his upper body, sending him back to the bed. It was then that he noticed the IV leading from his left arm to the heart monitor stand beside the bed. Shit, how long had he been out? Getting pissed at his condition, he forced himself up, and was in the process of leaning against the headboard, when movement in his closet doorway caught his eye.
What the fu - Oh shit.
"Berry?" He croaked as his eyes focused on the still figure.
The light from the bathroom illuminated his bright orange hair and the tanned skin of his arms, neck and face. The berry seemed frozen in place, his eyes wide and his mouth open.
"G-Grimmjow?"
Grimmjow chuckled hoarsely at the look on the berry's face before looking pointedly at his arms and then back at Ichigo.
"Seems like it," he responded.
Ichigo looked like he was hyperventilating as his eyes darted back and forth between Grimmjow and the bedroom door.
"What are you doing here?"
"U-uh, S-Szayel told me to stay here w-with you," the berry stuttered. Grimmjow grinned. He would have to thank Pinky later. "A-are you ok?"
"Heh, I guess. Kinda tired. Gotta piss."
"Oh."
Before Grimmjow could do anything else, Ichigo had picked up the small pile of clothes at his feet, placed it on the dresser and moved to his side. Grimmjow frowned. He didn't want the berry's pity, he wasn't fucking helpless. When Ichigo reached out for his arm, he drew it back, frown still in place.
"I'm not helpless, Berry." Ichigo lifted a brow and smiled derisively.
"Oh yeah? Wanna show me?" He asked. Grimmjow narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips. So, the berry was calling his bluff, huh?
Grimmjow slowly slid his legs over the left side of the bed but once he did, his breathing became labored and he leaned heavily against the night stand.
"Tch." He heard Ichigo chuckle as he lowered himself to the bed next to him. "This ain't fuckin' funny, Berry."
"Oi, don't get all pissy with me 'cause you're all weak right now. You should just be glad you're alive, idiot."
Grimmjow huffed. He didn't mean to take his frustrations out on the berry, but this shit was fucking annoying. He didn't like depending on people for anything. He also knew he should apologize, but he was stubborn and had his pride to think about, so instead, he stayed silent.
Ichigo wrapped his arm around Grimmjow's waist and slung Grimmjow's right arm across his shoulders. He started lifting and fell back to the bed, a look of disbelief settling over his features.
"You lost weight and you're still this damned heavy?"
Ichigo's face was right next to his. His breath smelled like toothpaste and his hair smelled like Grimmjow's shampoo. He was warm and the hand gripping Grimmjow's side was sending small shivers up and down his spine. Damn.
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