AnimeWriterTycoonGirl: Hey there! I'm sure a lot fans checked their email and thought I was updating Amoris Oppositi. I do apologize if I disappointed you, but I had promised Panda Master X that I would dedicate a one-shot to her for helping me notice a glitch that hid chapter ten for a while. You rock PMX!
So this story is a little different from AO I have made; Shiro is the elder twin in this one, and he is not a full-fledged alpha! It also will actually have sex in it right away! I want to try and show off a little teaser of what is to come for AO, and this is a perfect opportunity!
I want to give everyone fair warning, the beginning will be a little sad, but I promise all the characters will have a happy ending!
Warning: This one-shot will include Sex, Incest, Really Short Cultural Lessons (they won't hurt guys I promise!), Fluff, Swearing (mostly from Shiro and Grimmjow), Sex, and did I mention SEX? *giggle*
Enjoy everyone! But first a few pointers for later in the fic:
*Yasawa Island Resort is a real five star resort in Fiji. I do not make any claim to this resort besides that it is AWESOME AND BEAUTIFUL! Ahem….it's a very nice place to go on vacation.
**Yaskawa is a robotics company; also known for mechatronics (which they own as a word and process) that was developed in Japan, and can sometimes be confused for when visiting Yasawa by Japanese tourists.
*** Very far down in the story, there will be mentions of a twin mind link. I firmly believe this is real; I have twin friends who seem to finish each other's sentences even when there is no way they should be able to. All. The. Freaking. Time.
Also, this: "Insert words here" is to indicate Grimmjow or someone else is not speaking Japanese.
Now, please properly enjoy!
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The Kurosaki twins were anything but lucky. First, their mom passed away in a robbery gone wrong when they were just seventeen, then their pop ended up so buried into his work due to grief that he kneeled over from a stress-induced heart attack just last year. Ichigo and Shiro Kurosaki ended up taking care of their sixteen year old twin sisters at the still considerably young age of twenty-three, along with some help from distant relatives and their friends. It wasn't too hard for them to find jobs; Ichigo tutored high school students for an hourly fee in virtually every subject and worked a part time job at a convenience store on days he wasn't in community college and Shiro had taken up a job fixing and building cars. It wasn't much, but it kept food on the table and a roof over their heads. Yuzu cooked while Karin did chores around the house, the same one they lived in with their parents.
Then one day Karin came in screaming her head off after getting the mail from the mailman. The two sets of twins had been shocked to find the whole family had tickets for an exclusive two week all paid vacation in Fiji. Upon further investigation not only did it turn out the tickets were authentic, but paid for by all of Ichigo and Shiro's friends. They hated seeing their friends work so hard to keep their family together, and had all saved up in order to get the Kurosaki family the well-deserved break they needed.
Ichigo had been hesitant to go; the girls still had school, and two weeks without making money was pretty risky for them since they wouldn't be able to receive access to their parent's savings accounts until they were twenty-five as per their parent's wills. Shiro managed to convince his younger brother that if anything, their friends had worked hard to save up the money to let them go on vacation, let alone one that was two weeks long and it would be a waste to let their efforts go down the drain for nothing. The albino man even managed to convince his boss to give him paid vacation leave, so they would have money waiting for them when they came back. The girls' teachers were more than happy to let them go; they knew of the Kurosaki's family situation and wanted their students to have time to enjoy themselves. Especially since Yuzu was student council president; she ended up having horrible bouts of depression when it came to arranging events that included parents as it still stung her deeply.
The girls were still expected to stay up to date with their classes, however, and were given two weeks' worth of lectures for all their classes. Karin had been put out that they'd still have homework on vacation, but Ichigo assured them he'd help if they got stuck. He had been going to school to become a professor, and he would definitely be able to help them study if he needed to.
That was a week ago, and now the Kurosaki family was packing their things and finishing their to-do lists in order to make their flight tomorrow at five thirty in the morning. Shiro sighed loudly and plopped onto the bed. "Man, why did they hafta arrange fer a flight so frickin' early in ta morning?" he whined, much to his younger brother's amusement. Ichigo chuckled as he neatly rolled another pair of shorts before packing it in his suitcase.
"Perhaps they're trying to tell you that you need to start going to bed early aniki." He suggested softly, giving his elder brother a pat on the forehead before going back to packing. He grinned when the elder man glared at him playfully.
"I have an easier time sleepin' if yer ass wasn't so damn sexy." He muttered with a dirty smirk on his face that widened in satisfaction when Ichigo blushed bright and turned away from his lecherous elder brother's ocher eyes. Unfortunately, that gave the snowy haired man a perfect view of his aforementioned ass and caused him to lick his lips wantonly.
The two men had a secret they kept from both their sisters and their friends. They had been romantically involved with each other for the last four years, starting at the age of nineteen. Ichigo had –at the time- the hardest time accepting his feelings for his aniki, while Shiro pined for his body ever since he turned thirteen and knew what sex was. It was by pure accident that they ended up revealing their lustful intentions to each other….
*******Flashback*******
Ichigo prayed at his mother's grave once again, unable to contain his pain anymore. His eyes shone with unshed tears as he knelt in the dirt in front of her grave. "Mom…..I wish you were here right now." He confessed, staring into the cold, unfeeling headstone that dared to mock him with its silence. He knew his mother wasn't here, no longer tethered to this earth, but he needed something to talk to, and it was nice to pretend she could still hear him. "I'm so confused and hurt and sick with myself right now. I wish you were here to help me." He admitted, a lone tear sliding down his cheek. He had been trying so hard to stay strong since her death two years ago, but with his dad shutting the world out he knew he couldn't reach out to him. Besides, if he knew what went on in his youngest son's heart…..he trembled to think of what would happen to him.
"I feel so sick to my stomach Mom. Ever since I was fifteen I have had horrible desires. I want…I want…." He paused and looked around to see if anyone was nearby or close enough to hear whatever he was about to confess. With the blustery winter winds swirling around him, it all but assured that even if there had been someone in the cemetery that they would not hear him. "I want to submit myself to Shiro." His voice was barely even a whisper. He felt more tears drip onto the frozen ground. "I fell in love with my own brother Mom. I know it's disgusting, and I know you'd probably hate me if you actually were here and could hear what I am saying. But it hurts so goddamn much! I wish there was a way for me to get over him Mom. I wish you could somehow help me. I don't know what I'd do with myself if he found out how much I care about him. How much I want him more than just a brother….." he sobbed, his hands clawing the frozen dirt beneath him as he sobbed quietly, soothed only by the knowledge that no one could actually hear him…..
"I'd bet he'd say he's pretty fuckin' shocked."
Ichigo's eyes snapped wide open and he turned around in horror. Shiro was right there, holding a fresh bouquet of flowers to lie on their mother's grave. His face bore no expression, betraying no emotions unlike his brother, who was petrified with fear that his brother might have been there more than long enough to hear everything. With his brother's pure white skin, hair, scarf, and coat, it was plausible that he had been heading towards the grave and Ichigo had mistaken him as part of the winter scenery.
"Sh-sh-sh-Shiro…nii." He stammered out, his face growing pale. Shiro, still impassive, took a step forward. At this Ichigo's eyes widened in fear and he crawled away from his elder twin, terrified of the consequences. His brother was a renowned boxer and martial arts champion, and could easily kick his ass, or worse. Regaining his senses the redhead scrambled to his feet, ready to run. Whereas his brother's skill relied on muscle, his was speed. If he could run now he'd be able to get away….
"Don't ya fuckin' dare!" Shiro's expression finally morphed into fury, and that alone stopped Ichigo from running off. The snowy haired male clenched the bouquet of flowers so tightly his hand was shaking. "If ya take one more step away from me Ichigo I swear ta fuckin' God I'll beat yer ass into the ground." He spat out, taking the time to put the flowers on their mother's grave before turning back to his terrified younger twin. "Do ya have any idea what I've been goin' through all these years?" he demanded, grabbing the redheaded man's wrist and squeezing it just enough that he wouldn't be able to yank out of his grip. "Ya have some fuckin' nerve ta try runnin' away from me." He growled, his grip tightening to the point where Ichigo cried out in pain. At the sound Shiro froze and loosened his grip slightly, the coldness in his eyes instantly melting away in concern before he blinked repeatedly. "An' ta break mah fuckin' heart like tha'." He added, albeit much softer.
Ichigo bit his lip as his brother shouted at him for trying to run away. He should have known it would have been pointless. Then he couldn't help but frown slightly in confusion at the last thing his elder brother said. "I…..I don't understand Shiro. What are you saying?" he asked gently, trying to appease his already incensed brother. He knew he was in trouble, hell he was surprised his brother hadn't beat the shit out of him just for being gay, let alone in love with his own brother of all people. Shiro shook his head.
"Not here Otouto, it's too likely we'll interrupt ta dead if we continue this here. Besides, Ma would kill me if she saw ya in pain cause a' me." He smiled softly, before tugging his brother away from their mother's headstone and out of the cemetery. Ichigo felt his heart flutter; his brother had smiled, so that meant….maybe he wasn't going to hate him? He wasn't going to allow himself too much hope though; it would hurt too much in the end. Shiro pushed him into his car and turned the engine on (as well as the heater) but didn't drive. Ichigo swallowed slowly, looks like they weren't actually going anywhere after all. Shiro sighed loudly, his forehead wrinkled in frustration. "Yer such a fuckin' dumbass fer someone who supposed ta be so smart." He muttered, craving a smoke in order to ease the tension.
Had Ichigo been a puppy, his ears would have been flat against his head. His eyes certainly played the part; wide, sad, and outright adorable. "Wh-what did you mean about your heart?" he asked, trying to ignore the insult that ultimately still stung no matter how hard he tried.
Shiro said nothing for the longest time, clearly contemplating on what he wanted to say. Finally, he sighed again and reached over and grabbed his brother by the scarf, causing his brother to let out an unmanly 'eep' of surprise. It was even more surprising for Ichigo when his brother pressed his pale chapped lips against his own. More tears flowed from Ichigo's eyes as he finally understood and kissed back, wrapping his arms around his elder brother's neck. Shiro smiled into the kiss, so relieved to be unburdened from his secret torment. It had been so hard not to fall in love with his sweet, perpetually frowning younger brother; from those soft amber eyes that sparkled when he smiled to the cute flush that would come over his face whenever he did or saw something embarrassing. He was a beautiful specimen, unlike his own disgusting body.
Shiro hated being an albino, plain and simple. He strove for difficult sports and skills just to prove he wasn't some weak fragile thing that needed to be kept out of the sun and harm's way. He easily believed Ichigo should have been the elder twin, but due to his quiet and studious nature, he decided the other was less pressured to be in charge, which was fine, he hated to see his baby twin upset or tormented in any way. Today was no exception. But he was relieved to hear his brother saw past his maniac personality and hideous pale body and could still love him.
Shiro tried to deepen the kiss further, but Ichigo gently pushed the other away with a gasp for air. He realized belatedly his own lungs were burning for oxygen. Oops; he didn't realize he had been denying them both the air they needed. Their breath mingled together as he let Ichigo rest his forehead upon his own. "Ya see why I think yer a dumbass fer runnin' from me?" he whispered. Guilt flooded over his twin and he gently patted his head. "Oi, I ain't mad at ya otouto. Not anymore. I just…hated ta keep this secret fer so god damn long."
Ichigo nodded. "I wish I could have confessed to you sooner." He sighed, giving in to a desire to stroke his elder brother's face. Shiro closed his eyes and all but purred his pleasure at the contact; Ichigo's hands were so wonderfully warm and soothing to his winter bitten skin. "Mou, Shiro, you feel like ice." He murmured.
Shiro smirked lewdly. "I know a certain way we could warm me up, ne?" he whispered, leaning closer and gesturing his chin to the backseat. He was disappointed to see the horrified expression followed by the bright red blush that followed on his brother's face.
"Aniki! We're right next to a cemetery!" he scolded the other man. Shiro pouted, but to no avail. "We just admitted we're both attracted to each other, do you really need to try and have sex the very first day?" he added, much to Shiro's displeasure. Ichigo sighed and pressed the back of his head against the still chilly headrest behind him. "I'm more or less just relieved you don't hate me or find me disgusting, I think it would have honestly killed me." He admitted.
Shiro smiled softly. "Keh, like I could ever hate ya. Yer still my twin Little King, don't ya forget that." He replied, calling his brother by his old nickname, causing the other to smile. He looked at the windshield and noticed that snow was beginning to fall again. "Well, we should probably head home. Ya didn't drive here did ya?" he asked, straining to see if Ichigo's Subaru was here. The redheaded man shook his head, causing the snowy haired man to roll his eyes; 'it ain't exercise if yer gonna give yerself a cold', he thinks to himself as he pulls out of the cemetery parking lot. As he drives, his brother nods off. 'I dunno what urged me ta go an' put new flowers on Ma's grave today, but I'm sure as hell glad I did.' He thought happily as they headed home.
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Shiro was brought out of his (happy) thoughts when Ichigo waved a hand in front of his face. "Oi, are you still there, aniki? Thought I lost you there for a second." He teased, closing his now fully packed suitcase. Shiro made a noise of acknowledgement before returning to his own arduous task of packing. "You remembered to pack your sunscreen right? And the doctor's note that tells the airport why you need so many liquids?" Ichigo asked, sounding somewhat like an old woman nagging her husband. The comparison, along with Shiro's already dirty mind, gave way to a lecherous smirk.
"Oh trust me; I made sure ta pack all the liquids I will need." He stated, rousing another cute flush to his brother's face as he made the connection. Ichigo then frowned, crossing his arms. Shiro's already pale face turned grey; he was about to be scolded badly.
"I don't think we'll be having sex at all these next two weeks Shiro." He stated calmly, causing his twin to gape at him like a fish. "There's no guarantee we'll be able to; we are sharing a bungalow with the girls that won't end well, regardless of their medication." He pointed out, causing Shiro to pout miserably.
When their mother passed on, both the girls and Isshin had a hard time sleeping as the only thing they would end up dreaming about was their mother/wife's funeral. So Isshin talked to one of his friends at the hospital and was able to get all of them (including the boys if needed) sleep medicine that would effectively knock them out. Nothing short of a hurricane would rouse the effects until eight hours had passed.
Shiro and Ichigo rarely took the medicine. Don't be mistaken; they were horribly affected by their mother's passing. Both of them cried for a solid week because of her loss. But with one parent gone, and the other submerging himself in his work in order to block out the pain, they had learned to grow up faster and help take care of their younger sisters. Neither of them blamed their father for what he did. Not only did he lose the love of his life, but he also lost his childhood best friend, cousin, and grandfather at the same time. The loss of so many people he loved drove him nearly suicidal, but he overcame the act on his own for the sake of his four kids. Whenever he wasn't working he had made the effort to spend quality time with his kids, trying to pretend everything was still okay and made his over extravagant histrionics, but it wasn't the same without her. So he ended up taking the medicine more often than not before he kicked it.
The boys were secretly grateful for the medicine; they were able to have their secret liaison without fear of being caught by their sisters or father at the time. Their first time together, they had been so paranoid about their family finding out they originally waited until they were out of the house, but then feared they'd return too soon. The night they gave themselves to each other, Yuzu came home hysterical due to an old letter she wrote to herself as a kid that had been sent back to her and held a picture of all of them as a whole family. It had been enough to cause her, Karin, and their father to take the pills for a dreamless sleep. Overcome by his own grief, Ichigo begged his brother to help him forget. Their first time had been sweet and slow, in order to try and make the pain go away.
Ichigo breathed in slowly, remembering their first time so clearly. It was the sweet and gentle nights he enjoyed the most when he was missing their mother. He gave his brother a pointed look. "We don't know anything about the resort we'll be at either; only that it's incredibly expensive and five star. If someone else were able to hear us, the girls would be taken away from us. I can't, no….I won't let that happen Shiro. They're all we have left." he added softly, feeling tears threatening to fall. Shiro quickly gathered his brother and lover into his arms in hopes of calming him down, though the prospect of losing his sisters too tore him apart. For what remained of his family, he'd ignore his favorite organ. Hell he'd cut it off if it would bring his parents back. He rubbed his brother's back trying to calm him down.
Ichigo hadn't always been so sensitive. He used to be just as stubborn as his elder brother, but with more brains on his side and generally a lot nicer. When Mom passed, he struggled under the weight of grief and responsibility and reverted into himself for a month after her death. It took both his elder twin and his father to coax him out of his self-inflicted shell. Shiro missed that headstrong brother, though he loved the soft-spoken one nonetheless.
"…..Ichi-nii? Shiro-nii? Is this a bad time?" Yuzu's timid voice entered the space. Ichigo tensed; his sisters knew he had episodes of grief but he generally tried to hide it from them in order for them not to worry about him. Shiro gave the teenaged girl a soft smile and indicated for her to come in.
"Nah, it ain't a bad time Sis. Ichi-nii is just overwhelmed with ta fact tha' so many people cared about us ta pull this trip together fer us." He lied smoothly, though it wasn't farfetched. Yuzu nodded in understanding as she gently stroked her brother's shock of orange hair.
"Yeah, I couldn't believe that school will let us go; considering I am president of the student council." She agreed softly, tears welling in her own large eyes. Ichigo took several breaths before pulling away from his brother's warm and comforting body. Both men mourned the contact, but with their baby sister right there they couldn't say or do anything about it.
"Did you need anything Yuzu?" Ichigo asked kindly once he was confident that he had regained his composure. Yuzu blushed slightly as she wiped the tears away.
"Uh-huh. Ichi-nii, could you please help me finish packing? You are a lot better at it than I am and Karin went off to get our assignments for the next two weeks." She asked, clearly embarrassed. Ichigo grinned, all evidence of his recent episode gone, which caused her to smile back. "Thanks Ichigo. I wanted to finish up now so I could get a head start on dinner for tonight." She explained. Shiro quirked an eyebrow in confusion at her explanation.
"Wait, now? Yuzu, it's only four in ta afternoon." He pointed out. The other two stared at him as though he had forgotten something important and he scowled. "Oi, I know we need ta leave the house at four-thirty in the morning ta catch ta flight but what does tha' have ta do with dinner at such a ridiculously early time?" he glared. Ichigo sighed.
"If we are going to catch some sleep tonight we'll all need to go to bed around nine." Ichigo stated plainly, giving him a look. Shiro rolled his eyes.
"Please! It's gonna be a nine hour flight. I ain't plannin' on stayin' awake once we board so why bother?" he retorted, much to his younger brother's agitation. Ichigo scowled dangerously at him before getting off the bed.
"Let's go fix up your suitcase Yuzu; your aniki is being a moron." He spat, keeping a gentle grip on his sister's shoulder as they walked out of what used to be their parents room, leaving Shiro to gape after him in confusion.
Yes, their parent's old room. After Masaki passed, Isshin couldn't bring himself to stay in that same room anymore and gave it to his sons. They completely rearranged the room, repainted the walls, and filled it with their stuff (buying a new bed as well as selling the old one) while their dad had slept (rarely) in their old bedroom. Then once he passed on, Karin moved out of the shared room she had with Yuzu and took their old bedroom for herself, claiming now that they were fifteen they didn't need to share a room anymore (despite her elder brothers continuing to do so…and even share the same bed). Yuzu was surprisingly fine with it; she and her sister were such opposites (she a neat freak, Karin a slob) that she was almost relieved it happened.
It would be after Ichigo had finished helping his youngest sister with her bag and she headed down to start dinner that Shiro cautiously peeked out of their room to see him coming back with the same scowl on his face. Okay, so maybe sometimes he didn't miss the headstrong personality Ichigo used to have. Ichigo crossed his arms after he closed the door behind him. "Did you finally figure out why I suggest we all go to bed early tonight?" he asked coldly. Shiro blinked; crap, he had been confused as to why Ichigo was mad at him but he didn't even think about what the reason was. After seeing the guilty expression on his brother's face he rolled his eyes and brought both his hands to his brother's face and allowed a soft smile to spread on his face. "If the girls take their pills tonight I was planning for the two of us to have a little alone time before the trip began." He stated with a knowing look.
Shiro cringed; okay, he should have expected that. Ichigo chuckled, and Shiro could have sworn he heard his brother call him a moron before closing the short distance between their lips. He perked up and wrapped his arms around his brother's slim hips before purposefully falling back onto the bed. At the exasperated look his brother gave him when they broke away he gave a cheeky grin. "Don't worry Otouto I ain't gonna try anythin' right now. I'm just getting myself more comfortable." He promised, before kissing his brother again before he could argue. It was with a strong will and a reminder that it would suspicious if they stayed in their room too long that Ichigo was able to pull away from his lust driven brother.
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Ichigo came downstairs explaining he had to check Shiro's luggage (it would be just like the albino to forget something incredibly important like his medication or his lotions) as Karin walked in with a huge stack of binders, looking incredibly bummed. Shiro whistled as he slid down the banister, much to his brother's and Yuzu's annoyance and Karin's fleeting amusement.
"Tha' looks like a ton a' work! Ya better pray we have a day a' rain while we're down there if ya wanna finish it all." He surmised, getting a dirty look from the raven haired teen.
"Shut up Shiro-nii!" she grumbled, slamming the eight binders onto the kitchen table and glaring at them as though it would make them go away. Ichigo chuckled.
"Don't worry; I'll help out if you need it Karin. It will probably be a good idea to try doing some studying on the plane tomorrow. No need to waste nine hours for nothing after all." He offered and ruffled her hair. Karin was still discouraged. "Think of it this way, the more you do on the plane, the less you have to do when we actually get to Fiji." He reasoned. Karin's eyes lit up at the prospect that her vacation wouldn't be ruined and even grabbed one of the binders and raced up to her room.
"Oi! Karin! Dinner will be ready in twenty minutes!" Yuzu tried to call out, but her sister slammed the door anyway. When the coffee haired girl pouted her brothers chuckled and merely removed the rest of the binders to set the table.
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Ichigo packed the girl's schoolwork into their large carry-on bag as so not to forget about them or chance the risk of losing them on the way to the tropical island. Karin's dedication to avoid schoolwork during vacation had her whining and begging to stay up until eleven in order to at least knock out her math class, which she excelled in, but with Shiro now on board with the idea of getting some quiet time he quickly got the girl to concede defeat and head off to bed at nine. Both girls took their sleeping pills, not to avoid traumatic nightmares, but in order to assure a restful night sleep. The redhead glanced at the seven total bags sitting in front of him. One suitcase for each, and three carry-ons with emergency clothes and the girls' study materials. He checked the clock; nine-thirty, the girls would be asleep now.
"Ya wanna put them in mah car now or wait until morning?" Shiro asked from his spot on the couch listening to the weather. Ichigo shrugged. "I think we should do it in the morning." He decided, turning off the TV and sauntering near his oblivious twin. "Ya know, so we can have a little more time fer ourselves?" he whispered as he trapped the redheaded man in his arms. Ichigo chuckled.
"You drive a hard argument aniki. Ready for bed?" he asked, his eyes darkening with lust. At the wide grin he received Ichigo flipped off the lights and quietly ran up the stairs and into their room, Shiro hot on his heels and closing the door behind them.
Shiro easily peeled off his shirt and jeans and tackled his brother onto the bed, making quick work of his own baggy tee and sweatpants. His eyes lit up. "Ne, Otouto, it's a good ya hadn't told me ya went commando today; I wouldn't have been able ta keep my hands offa ya." He cooed, trailing his long fingers up and down his brother's toned legs and stomach, avoiding the one area begging for him most. Ichigo whined softly as his brother began adding kisses to the onslaught of passion to his body.
"Sh-Shiro….we don't have that much time tonight, please stop teasing me." He begged, his amber eyes blown wide with lust and a shade of pink on his face. Shiro ignored his brother's pleas, taking his blushing member into his mouth and sucking hard. Ichigo muffled his moan with his fist. He was very vocal, and he desperately tried to retain his sounds as they only egged his brother on to tease him more, though he generally failed.
Shiro sucked on Ichigo's cock like it was his favorite brand of lollipop, taking extra care to swipe his tongue across that thick vein that ran underneath his brother's member. Ichigo mewled out his pleasure, raking his hands into Shiro's hair, the dull nails scratching his head and giving him pleasure. However, his own erection was throbbing wantonly, and he was – naturally – all about equal opportunity. He briefly left his brother's pulsing flesh in order to rearrange his own body until his balls were dangling in front of Ichigo's face.
Ichigo happily took the vivid red cock (one of the rare few places that held color on Shiro's body) into his own mouth, and let his groan vibrate across the firm flesh when Shiro continued his ministrations to his own organ. Gently he squeezed and fondled the balls in front of him in order to coax a moan out of Shiro. It worked, and causing him to sigh once again. The brothers took their time bringing one another to climax, and greedily swallowed each other's seed until both were thoroughly clean. Shiro pulled off of Ichigo and slid out of his mouth, turning back to face his younger twin and encase his mouth once again, relishing the taste of his brother's mouth as well as the tang of his own essence.
"Ichigo…." He whispered breathlessly, latching onto his brother's neck and leaving gentle kisses until he had trailed down to his right nipple, latching onto the dusty brown bud and lavishing it with teeth and tongue. Ichigo keened; his nipples were a sensitive spot, and always sent an electric shock down to his groin, which was already reviving slowly. Shiro trailed his hand to the neglected left nub and slowly traced around it with one finger before flicking it suddenly, causing his twin to tilt his head back and thrust his chest off the bed with a startled gasp of breath.
Ichigo panted heavily as a flush took over his face and a faint sheen of sweat covered his body. He felt like he was on fire. He grasped a fistful of pure white hair and yanked, knowing how much his brother loved when he tugged on his hair. Shiro growled in appreciation before dismissing the right nipple in favor of the left, giving it proper attention. Ichigo's grasp on his twin's hair tightened and he bucked his hips into his brother's, allowing a delicious sensation of friction that left both of them groaning.
Shiro relished the rubbing of his cock against his precious twin's before attempting to find the little bottle of oil they kept in the nightstand drawer, his hand trailing aimlessly in circles before he was able to find it. "Ya ready?" he whispered, expertly opening the bottle with just the one hand. Ichigo moaned as his eyes focused on the little green bottle.
"Just…not too rough tonight aniki…I need to be able to walk tomorrow." He insisted, bucking up once again in need of the feel of his brother's cock against his own.
Shiro smirked wickedly as he dipped his fingers into the slippery lubricant. He pulled away and pushing his brother's knees up to his chest, admiring the lovely pink hole quivering in front of him. "Yer such a fuckin' cock slut ya know that?" he rasped, circling the warm twitching opening several times. Ichigo blushed bright red at the dirty talk, and tried to relax his muscles as if inviting his brother in, despite Shiro having yet to breach him. "Look at ya; legs spread and cock as hard as a fuckin' rock. Eh, and it seems yer ass is trying ta suck my finger in, ya greedy little whore." He added, a smile on his face as the long elegant cock in front of him blushed and shuddered with every word he said. Ichigo whined again, bucking into the air, desperate for something to be inside of him. Shiro chuckled. "Alright, alright, I'm getting ta it ya impatient little bitch." He taunted, finally slipping his index finger inside.
Ichigo had to have done some sort of exercise that tightened up his ass, because his brother felt as tight as he had been the first time they have been together. Shiro grinned at the suspense of taking his brother's tighter than ever body. "Aniki hurry please!" Ichigo begged, his hair beginning to stick to his forehead as he panted heavily once again. As expected Shiro complied, adding the second finger and scissoring him up slowly before adding a third. When Shiro could wiggle all three of his fingers with ease, he knew his brother was ready. Ichigo pouted and let out a small whimper as Shiro removed his fingers. Adding more oil to his fingers Shiro made quick work of his cock, slathering it up and enjoyed the brief hand job.
Shiro grunted in satisfaction when he lined his erection up to Ichigo's trembling orifice and pressed the head in. Ichigo's legs, once forgotten, shot out and wrapped around his brother's back, pushing him in fully. The brothers moaned in bliss as the sensations of being engulfed and filled overcame them both. Ichigo locked his ankles together and wrapped his arms around the albino's neck, pushing him in deeper, causing Shiro to jerk his hips forward upon instinct and smash his lips against soft peach ones, feeling those amber eyes sparkle at him with glee and ecstasy.
Whereas his brother's personality had diminished drastically after their mother's passing, his behavior in bed was just the same as the old him, strong and confident with a little mischief every now and then. Shiro personally felt closest with his brother during sex, as it gave a little piece of his old brother back.
Soon after the soul searing kiss, Shiro began the age old dance of bumping their hips together, rocking into Ichigo's hot tight body like he had wanted to all day. Ichigo playfully battled his tongue with Shiro's, teasingly pushing the slick muscle out of his mouth before guiding it back in with a loving suck. Shiro decided his younger brother deserves a little reward for being such an excellent lover and for planning this little alone time before the trip and coaxed the excited tongue into his own mouth, allowing Ichigo to dominate the kiss for once. Ichigo's eyes widened in surprise before he closed them again and strove to prove to his generally dominant brother that the gift was not going to be left unappreciated.
Ichigo explored the wet caverns of Shiro's mouth with something akin to wonder and curiosity. He slowly traced the contours of his teeth, not missing a single molar. Shiro hummed his approval as he sped up the tempo of their hips, the bed beginning to rock slightly from the power of Shiro's thrusts. Delighted that he was doing well, Ichigo's tongue seemed to dance alongside Shiro's; rotating around it and wiggling here and there, then dipping low to trace the veins underneath the soft muscle. Reluctantly, the need for air forced him to end his little dance, and they pulled away gasping for breath. Ichigo pouted slightly; he felt like he wouldn't get many opportunities to dominate his elder brother.
Shiro was oblivious to his brother's plight as he tilted himself into a different angle, wishing to reward his brother further for the excellent display of tongue he just used. He knew he found that beautiful little bundle of nerves when Ichigo's eyes widened and he clenched around him tightly as he gasped in unadulterated pleasure. Shiro recaptured those bruised lips to swallow his pants and moans as he repeatedly abused his brother's prostate. Their pace became even faster as the desire to obtain nirvana overcame their pleasure driven minds.
Ichigo could feel his release coiling in his belly and bucked up harder, his brother's member striking his sweet spot dead on each time. After several more thrusts Ichigo came with a hard cry, the white of his semen disappearing on his brother's pure white skin and splashing onto his own chest as well. Ichigo's body tightened with the overwhelming response to his release and after three more thrusts, Shiro smothered his own cry with Ichigo's mouth and pumped his hot seed into his brother's welcoming body, which milked him dry.
The brothers simply laid there panting in the afterglow, their breaths caressing each other's neck. This was Ichigo's favorite part about sex; the afterglow. His brother would simply collapse on him and he could hear his breath in his ear, ragged and full of satisfaction. He felt great pride in hearing those sounds, knowing it was him who was able to causing his brother's undoing. Shiro pulled out and Ichigo whined as semen dribbled out of his abused hole. Shiro panted as he lay on his side of the bed, thoroughly exhausted. Ichigo grunted as he pulled himself out of the warm and inviting bed to grab a washcloth from their personal bathroom as well as open the window to let the room air out. He sighed in relief when no bolts of pain shot up his back; he'd be able to walk without question tomorrow. After washing off his stomach he passed the cloth to Shiro; since he could feel where the semen was he'd know where to clean. It was an inside joke to Ichigo how he could probably get away with having cum all over his body, go out all day and no one being none the wiser.
Shiro finished cleaning himself off and tossed the cloth into the bathroom before cuddling next to his brother. He glanced at the glowing red numbers on the alarm clock. Ten fifty-two. They're going to need to rest on the plane after all. "Ya remembered ta set the alarm? Cause I ain't waking up a' four without some help." He pointed out. Ichigo snorted in agreement; Shiro was a night-owl and at one point in his childhood claimed there was no such thing as a four in the morning.
"Don't worry. The alarm clock will go off and both of our phones will go off one minute afterwards in order to motivate us to get our lazy asses out of bed." He muttered, feeling sleep pulling at the corner of his mind. Shiro chuckled before he closed his eyes. Spooning next to his brother, the albino male was out within minutes, the redhead not far behind him.
…..
As Ichigo had promised, the alarm clock went off, much to Shiro's irritation. He slammed the ignore button and tried to cuddle up to his rousing bed partner. He would be disrupted, however, by both of their phones going off in different corners of the room. Ichigo got up with ease, and turned both their phone alarms off. Shiro tried to scowl at his brother, but it was hard to with him naked as the day he was born and covered in hickies from the lower chest down. He yearned for the day he could mark his lover all over his skin, but it would raise too many questions since neither of them were supposed to be seeing anyone right now.
Both of them hopped into the shower quickly, Ichigo smacking Shiro whenever he tried to get a little too handsy, and grabbed comfortable shirts and pants to wear for the nine hour flight. By four fifteen they were ready to go and packing the suitcases and carry-ons in the car while Karin unplugged all the electrical devices and Yuzu finished styling her hair. The girls rushed into the car and they all cheered as they headed for the airport.
"Oooo, I am so excited! We've never let Japan before!" Yuzu squealed, hopping in her seat. Karin rolled her eyes at her hyper twin's antics. Ichigo chuckled as he double checked the seat numbers on their tickets and frowned slightly. "Ne, Ichi-nii is something wrong?" she asked. Shiro quirked an eyebrow but kept driving; it would take them twenty minutes to get there given there was virtually no traffic.
"Karin and I aren't sitting near either you or aniki. Perhaps we can a way to switch seats when we get to the airport." He suggested, which everyone agreed to; this was supposed to be a family vacation, and to be separated on the flight to Fiji would disrupt that. Besides, Karin might be tough but she was still only sixteen; there was no way either of her elder brothers would risk letting her sit next to some creepy old man or lecherous college kids (although they might certainly fit in that category they swung for a wholly different team).
As Shiro predicted, they arrived at the airport in record time, with more than enough time to try and change Ichigo's and Karin's seats. The flight coordinator was very patient and understanding of their concerns in regards to Karin, and although she simply wasn't able to fit all four of them in a row as the plane was organized in rows of three, she was able to place Ichigo in the row adjacent from them, to which the Kurosaki family was grateful. Now that practically all of his worries were gone, Ichigo allowed himself to relax fully as they sat near the gate that would take them to their vacation.
Karin, Shiro, and Yuzu had just gone off to get coffee and snacks to munch on while waiting for their plane to board. Ichigo allowed himself the luxury of opening a new book he hadn't the chance to read due to his hectic lifestyle up until this point. He was engrossed within the first few pages when he felt Shiro plop down and offer him a small coffee, which he accepted thankfully. He rolled his eyes when Shiro pulled out a large assortment of blue raspberry candies and popped a small handful into his mouth. Ichigo snorted.
"Aren't you a little old to keep eating those candies all the time? It's a miracle that you haven't rotted your teeth out yet." He pointed out with a smirk, to which his brother rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out, already beginning to stain blue. "That's disgusting Shiro." He groaned, as his brother wiggled his tongue at him playfully, to which the girls giggled in response.
"Shaddup, at least I know how to have fun with my life." He retorted. Ichigo scowled at him and sipped his coffee before promptly ignoring his twin in favor of his book, much to Shiro's disappointment. "Aw, come on Ichi, I'm just kidding." He pouted, while Ichigo merely flipped through another page. Karin snorted at the display before her, sometimes her brothers acted like an old married couple. But then again, so did Yuzu and she sometimes, always bickering about who left what where and whose turn it was to do what chore.
"Oi, both of you shut up. It's too early in the morning to deal with the two of you." She stated, earning a stink eye from the albino of the group. "Don't get too involved in that book now Ichi-nii; looks like the plane's ready to board." Karin pointed to the screen above indicating their flight was indeed ready to board. Shiro and Yuzu perked up and raced to the line like children, with the more level headed members of the family following them at a slower pace, shaking their heads.
Somehow, their friends had been able to get all four of them (albeit not connected) seats in first class. Karin and Yuzu sat on either side of Shiro in the middle row of the third aisle, and Ichigo sat next to Karin on the left row of the same aisle. It was pure luck it seemed that two people had cancelled their spots so that the change could have been made. Ichigo politely stood up to let an elderly couple get into their seats next to him. Karin gave him a soft grin and reached across the aisle to squeeze his hand. She was just as excited as the two next to her chatted quietly yet excitedly as so not to interrupt any non-early-bird passengers. Ichigo smiled back before turning to the flight attendant to listen to her instructions.
…..
Eight hours all but flew by. Karin and Yuzu worked fervently to complete a large chuck of their lessons (Karin more than Yuzu) and Ichigo was pleased to say they actually had managed to work through their math lectures completely without his assistance. Meaning of the eight large binders of work, they would only have six or seven to do at the resort at this rate. Shiro actually had ended up falling asleep on the plane, and slept the first five hours on the plane and was flirting (all for show) with the busty flight attendant for the remainder of the time. Ichigo ended up enjoying a conversation with the elderly couple who had been sharing the row with him. The plump little old woman had been interested in his book he was reading and they ended up talking about their favorite works. Soon enough, the unfortunate story of their parents came up and the old woman had shed tears for the four of them and prayed for their good fortune. All four thanked her for her concern. The old man proudly proclaimed they would likely meet again; as the resort the Kurosaki family was the same one they were going to for their 50th anniversary. As the girls squealed and gushed (mostly Yuzu, but Karin was impressed as well) about what it must be like to be married to someone you love for fifty years, the twins secretly wondered about what it would be like to actually have a relationship like that. To be able to actually celebrate and go out in public was too whimsical a dream. Homosexuality, people could understand and occasionally tolerate. Incest however…
Both of the boys were brought out of their musing when the pilot announced they would be landing soon. The girls eagerly packed their binders back into the carry-on bags and chatted animatedly with the elderly couple as the plane began descending back to earth. They all cheered when the plane touched down on the warm, exotic island turf. After saying their goodbyes to the lovely older couple, whose name were Genryusai and Kirio Yamamoto, the small family rose to the pickup dock, where they soon found a man holding their surname on the board, along with their luggage already with him waiting to be packed inside a car.
No, man did not describe him properly; gorgeous specimen of flesh was more like it. A deep tan indicated he was most likely a local and a shock of –no joke– teal hair gelled back shone in the early afternoon light. Both his skin and hair accentuated his vivid blue eyes as well as the strange teal tattoos that were marked around said eyes. He wore a form fitting black chauffeur outfit but the first three buttons were undone, most likely due to the humidity, and revealed his smooth muscular chest. He smiled when he noticed they were looking directly at him, knowing these were his guests.
…
Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez wasn't normally the one they sent to do the pick-up, and the uniform irritated him greatly, as god knows why they would need to be fully dressed when the island was continuously in the 70's and 80's temperature. But since the arriving guests were supposed to be Japanese, a language he was fluent in, the boss decided to not just make him their personal slave, but also their driver. He damn well hoped they weren't assholes who didn't tip well. They shouldn't; he decided to try and play nice and get their suitcases for them.
He was brought out of his angry thoughts when he realized there were four people who had been looking for their suitcase when one of the girls in the group noticed the luggage next to him. They definitely looked Asian, well…..for the most part. He scanned all of them briefly while sending them what he hoped looked like a genuine smile.
The girls were pretty cute. The one with black hair was looking around the airport with a fake expression of being uninterested, trying not to show how excited she was to be here. The brown haired girl's eyes were bright and much more open to showing her excitement. They might be twins given their similar appearance outside of their hair colors. Something warned him about flirting with them; they looked a little young. That and the two men behind them looked much more appealing.
There was no doubt the two men were twins; nearly identical were the one not pure white, clearly a case of albinism. That was certainly strange; weren't albinos supposed to avoid the sunlight at all cost? And yet here was one, seemingly uncaring that he could get skin cancer if he stayed in the sun for more than fifteen minutes. Ah well, he was still pretty damn hot, almost ethereal, as was his twin. The full colored copy was just as gorgeous; bright amber eyes and a shock of orange hair. Both were slender, but the paler one looked like he worked out more as seen by the defined muscles on his arms (nothing in comparison to him but he wasn't one to brag about that sort of thing; he didn't need to). As they came up he decided to play extra nice and bowed respectfully.
"Good afternoon, you must be the Kurosaki family correct?" he asked, noting when both the brown haired girl and the redheaded man shivered slightly at his deep voice. "Forgive me if I might have startled you when you couldn't find your luggage; hotel policy." He explained. The redheaded one nodded in understanding, bowing back.
"Thank you, we really appreciate it. My name is Ichigo, this is Shiro," he indicated to the albino, who appeared to be analyzing him. Probably worried he was going to try something on the girls. "And these are our younger twin sisters, Karin and Yuzu." He indicated to the girls. Yup, definitely not touching them now; clearly way too young.
"I'm surprised someone down here can speak Japanese so fluently! Ne, have you been to Japan before?" the perky brown haired girl, Yuzu, asked excitedly. He chuckled when her elder brother, Ichigo, gave her a warning look not to be nosy; heh, cute family, he wouldn't hate this like he thought he would.
"Yup, spent a year there studying abroad, but I'm a native of this island. Alright ladies, go ahead and make yourselves more comfortable in the car while I pack your suitcases in." he offered, opening the door for the girls, to which they both giggled and hopped in. he raised his hands in surrender to the older men, the albino apparently still leery of him. "On my honor I promise you nothing will happen to your sisters during your stay at Yasawa Island Resort*." He offered with a sincere smile. 'I wouldn't be worried about your sisters as much as I'd be worried about yourselves.' He thought smugly.
Shiro noticeably relaxed; this guy appeared nice but he certainly wouldn't want his sisters alone with this guy. Now, however, he was a bit more worried about him looking at Ichigo. Lover or not, he wasn't keen on this man eyeing his brother up either.
"After you two." He offered once the bags were safely tucked into the trunk of the car. Shiro was hard-pressed to sit up front with the man to assure no funny business, but due to his condition, he'd need to reapply his lotions before even thinking of sitting in front of reflective glass. So Ichigo ended up sitting next to Grimmjow and Shiro ended up sandwiched between the girls. As Grimmjow started the engine he began talking. "I'll now take the opportunity to thank you all for choosing Yasawa Island Resort, one of the finest you'll experience on these islands. My name is Grimmjow, and I'll be your guide, host, and translator for the duration of your trip. If there is anything you need or would like to know," he eyed the redheaded man sitting next to him before turning his gaze to the others. "Don't hesitate to ask." He continued with a smile.
"Ne, what does Yasawa mean? It sounds sort of familiar." Karin asked as she looked out the window to see the scenery. Grimmjow's eyes gravitated towards Shiro in the mirror and smirked.
"Yasawa is the first of many definitions that all mean heaven. You might think it sounds familiar because of the word Yaskawa**." At the realization and sheepish expression in the girl's eyes he laughed. "Don't be embarrassed; a lot of Japanese tourists make the same mistake." He offered. Yuzu stared at him in awe.
"You seem so knowledgeable! How many languages do you know?" she asked, her eyes shining brightly. He was more than happy their questions; all of them were attractive and very interesting, even the pale one.
"I know six actually. Firstly are Fijian and Hindi, the native languages here, then English, Japanese, French, and Spanish. I planned on being a translator but ultimately couldn't bear to leave my home country and village, which is fairly close to the bungalows you will be staying at." He admitted. "And while I do appreciate the praise, I'm afraid I'm not as smart as you might believe I am; I learned a lot of what I know, outside of Japanese, from someone truly knowledgeable who I hope you will all get a chance to meet during your stay. Now if I might ask you all a question; what made you decide to choose Fiji as a vacation spot? It's an awful long way from home." he asked, genuinely curious. Japanese tourists really were somewhat rare, since they would more or less vacation to islands closer to their own large island.
Ichigo smiled brightly. "We didn't actually; all our friends back at home saved up money to send us here for two weeks. I'm still curious as to how they did it." He looked over towards his siblings, who shrugged. They had no idea either. "What's really incredible was the fact that the girls were given permission to miss school to go." He offered, making Grimmjow sigh quietly under his breath. Yup, they were definitely too young if they were still in school. Karin scowled.
"Permission to go under the pretense we do all that stupid homework." She muttered under her breath. Grimmjow snorted at that one; he did not envy them there. He didn't really do well in school himself, mostly because he wasn't trying though.
"Pretty awesome friends you got there. You all must be pretty amazing for your friends to send you here." He teased, but blinked in confusion as they all looked a little gloomy after he said that. "Uh, did I say something wrong?" he asked cautiously. He didn't want to upset his guests; his employer heavily indicated they be treated with the highest quality service. Ichigo shook his head.
"No, you…..you didn't do anything wrong. It's just…something that's been on all our minds for a while." He said softly. Shiro stroked Yuzu's hair while Karin stared off into the scenery again.
Grimmjow wasn't an idiot; he had found it odd that there were no adults (as in older adults) with the four of them. That and the fact that they said their friends paid for the trip, and not their parents meant only one thing. He bit his lip and cleared his throat. "I'm sorry for your loss. I know how you all must feel; I lost my Pop just last year." He added. All of them looked at him in shock, Ichigo coming out of it first, realizing without parents around Grimmjow must have figured it out right away.
"….So did we." He said. Grimmjow reached out and patted the redheaded man on the shoulder briefly before returning it to the wheel. Shiro scowled; he knew the touch was purely for sympathy but that didn't mean he had to like it.
"My prayers for you all; and may all our loved ones rest in peace in Yasawa above." He stated before attempting to change the subject. "And may you four enjoy the Yasawa on Earth." He joked, successfully bringing a smile to Ichigo and Yuzu. "We will be arriving at the resort shortly, would you like a tour first or would you prefer to see your bure suites?" he asked as the landscape went from the airport grounds to open plains and ocean views. The four of them argued quietly amongst each other on what should be done first before they finally decided on the tour.
"Although, maybe Shiro-nii should stay at the suite first; he needs to reapply his lotions." Yuzu thought out loud not even a second after they decided. Shiro pouted at her.
"Oi, I'm pale, not made of glass." He complained when the other two and Grimmjow appeared to be thinking along the same lines. Ichigo shook his head.
"Sorry aniki, we don't want you getting sunburnt on the first day. Grimmjow, would it be alright if you gave him a personal tour afterwards while we unpack?" Ichigo asked politely. Grimmjow nodded. "Thank you very much. We'll try not to be too much of a burden." He promised. Grimmjow grinned.
'Oh I doubt any of you will be a burden to me at all.' He purred in his mind. Sure, the girls were off limits but the men of the group were so attractive, he would do everything in his power to somehow get one night with either of them. Asking for both would be just too greedy. He laughed good naturedly when they all whooped and cheered (even Shiro) when he announced they had arrived.
…
The Kurosaki members who received a tour of the resort were amazed by its beauty. The bungalows that they were going to be in (they had seen firsthand as they had dropped off Shiro first) were side by side and connected by a single wall, with a beautiful view of the ocean which promised lovely sunsets. The ocean looked so clean and wonderful; Karin instantly announced that she would definitely go scuba diving. Grimmjow even took them on a tour to the village that was only four miles away, the one he lived in actually.
They even happened to meet his sister, which had been a hilarious sight….
**********Fifty minutes ago*************
Grimmjow made quick work of pointing out some of the best places on the island to hike, swim, and sightsee. The girls loved every second of it, even if Karin was still trying to pretend she wasn't that interested. Soon, they came upon Grimmjow's home village, of which he was rather prideful of. It wasn't very large, but everyone was quite friendly and hard working. He didn't actually take them to any houses, lest he come across…
"Grimmjow? Is that you?!" A high pitched voice rang out. Grimmjow winced as his clients stared in confusion before a blur of sea green overtook his senses, knocking him out of the golf cart he'd been transporting them all in.
The blur of sea green turned out to be the hair color of a rather busty and energetic woman. She squealed in delight and hugged the man tighter, much to his embarrassment. Ichigo couldn't help but frown, he didn't really like the woman clinging to their host's arm and he couldn't tell why. Yuzu was extremely put out, glancing down at her average size chest.
"Nel! This is neither the place nor time! I have customers dammit!" Grimmjow snapped, not amused by his younger sister's antics. Finally the woman looked up and noticed the three in the cart and squealed, hopping up and shaking Ichigo's hand rapidly, startling the poor man.
"Hello everyone! My name is Nelliel Jaegerjaquez! It is very nice to meet all of you!" she smiled as she spoke in slow English. Poor Yuzu and Karin were lost as they tried to understand the words and Ichigo (somewhat fluent in the language) blinked and felt his being relax in relief that the girl was related to the man (which was an ironic thing for him of all people to be relieved about…..there was no guarantee they weren't like him and Shiro). Grimmjow smacked himself in the forehead.
"They don't speak English Nel, they're Japanese!" He gritted out, feeling a vein throb in his forehead. Nel blinked several times before blushing and hiding behind her elder brother, who sighed. "Sorry everyone. This is my younger sister Nelliel. She doesn't speak Japanese as well as I do so please bear with her. She's the activities coordinator of the resort." He introduced with a deadpan face as the girl's large pinkish eyes stared back at them curiously. Ichigo grinned and waved. Seeing they weren't annoyed with her she whispered into her brother's ear. "She wants to welcome you all and ask that you be patient with her less than perfect Japanese." He stated. The girl then decided it was safe for her to speak to them again and pushed her brother to the side.
"Good afternoon everyone! It is nice to…..see you!" she tried brightly. The girls gave her credit; she was trying much more than they would have. Ichigo chuckled. "I am the one sports to see about and….." she waited for Grimmjow to mutter something into her ear. "Gaming activities! Feel happy to talk me or brother Grimmjow about…" she waited again. "Options wanted by you!" she beamed, believing she had spoken properly. Karin had to bite her lip in order to keep from laughing at the poor woman. Yuzu smiled brightly at her.
"Thank you very much! We will make sure to do so!" she agreed. Nel blinked in confusion once before her brother translated what Yuzu said to her in their native tongue. The girl happily bounced off then, allowing Karin to finally burst into laughter. Grimmjow rolled his eyes at the retreating back of his sister; she really needed to observe physical characteristics before assuming everyone knew English. "Your sister appears rather friendly." She pointed out, causing a brief blush to come across Grimmjow's face as well as a frown.
"Yeah, yeah she's real adorable. Stick around her for a few days, and you'd chance your tune about her real quick." He muttered, causing them all to laugh and deepen his glare at the road. Oh sure, they were having a great time; they weren't knocked on their ass by the girl. He took a deep breath and continued the tour, quickly forgetting the agitation he held towards his sister when he saw the look of mirth in Ichigo's eyes.
*********Present time*********
The golf cart returned to the huts they were all staying at, and Shiro waited inside, pouting at how happy his family looked without him. He had put on his sunscreen in record time and even unpacked everyone's bags for them. Sure, Yuzu and Karin would actually have to put the stuff away in the drawers and closets themselves but he saved them the effort right? The girls burst in and began exploring their personal hut properly, as well as shouting their thanks their eldest brother for clearing out their suitcases outside before popping back in (the walls were thick, which gave Shiro hope). Ichigo whistled as he stepped inside the one he would share with Shiro; the place was really luxurious.
Grimmjow watched the family explore their new living arrangements for a moment before checking his watch. He figured it was a better time to give Shiro the tour now since it was beginning to grow dark. He waited until the white male came out with a careful mask of aloofness. Grimmjow inwardly sighed; he wasn't going to get the guy to like him was he? Ah well, there was still always his equally cute twin. Grimmjow kept his smile even as Shiro refused to return it.
….
The ride was enjoyable for Shiro, and eventually he allowed himself to relax a little next to the larger blue haired man. He asked questions every now and then, but generally didn't make much of an attempt to talk to the exotic tour guide. He just didn't like the idea of another alpha make around his Ichigo.
"Huh, the sky is starting to remind me of your brother's hair." Grimmjow teased, which caused Shiro to glare at him. "Whoa now, I'm only joking." He responded lightly, not threatened by the younger man. Grimmjow had learned from the girls that they were sixteen and the brothers were twenty-three. At twenty-six, he had three years over the guy in strength and experience if push came to shove. But he liked the other three, so he really didn't want to butt heads with the overbearing eldest brother. "I could wax something poetic about you too; no need to be jealous." He continued, causing the albino man's eyes to flash dangerously.
"Don't fuck with me Grimmjow." He snarled. The azure-haired man merely quirked an eyebrow at the rude warning and waited for the albino to continue. "I don't trust ya; ya look a little too comfortable with mah brother and baby sister Yuzu." He crossed his arms. "I don't want ya alone with either of them at all during this trip. I make myself clear?" he threatened. Grimmjow gave a mock pout.
"Shiro-kun you think so lowly of me. I know your sister is just a high school student; I don't go for people that young." He defended, which only relieved Shiro marginally. "And while this may not be my business, shouldn't you let your brother decide who he wants to hang around? He's an adult too. I will not deny he's attractive, but then again so are you." He stated quite bluntly. Shiro blinked at him owlishly.
"Wha-what ta fuck did ya just say?" He asked slowly, his eye twitched and a small blush began to creep onto his face. Dammit…..he wasn't supposed to be charmed by the bastard! Grimmjow chuckled as he slowed the golf cart to a snail's pace; they would be at the bungalows within a minute if he hadn't.
"I don't think you properly appreciate the appeal of your body. Was it not the Asians who praised the pale as the moon skin as beautiful?" Grimmjow stated calmly. Shiro blushed vividly as he scowled; yes he was aware, but it was meant for WOMEN! "You look stunning now; I'm willing to bet you'd look even better in the moonlight, bathed in your celestial element's light." He continued with a smile. He was hardly trying to seduce the guy, but it looked like the man really needed a confidence boost. Shiro cocked an eyebrow in confusion, attempting to ignore the compliment.
"Celestial element? What ta fuck is tha' supposed ta be?" he asked, a frown etching deep on his face. Grimmjow chuckled.
"Be lucky most of the villagers were inside now; the celestial element infers the Hindu god of the moon himself. I am implying you are him in human form." He explained. Shiro's whole body turned red…and the worst part for him was he couldn't tell if it was from anger or embarrassment. "My village is more unorthodox from the rest of the Fijian villages; they celebrate the Hindu religion. Therefore, we believe in many gods, including the gods of the sun, moon, and night itself. As you are clearly a male the villagers would have most likely inferred you are the physical embodiment of the moon god, who is called Chandra. Would you like to hear more about his legends?" he asked, his bright blue eyes shining with mischief.
Shiro was very uncomfortable. Sure, he knew he looked different from most people, but to have a whole village go out and praise him like a god sounded very strange. It only made him hate his skin that much more for drawing unnecessary attention to himself. Grimmjow was right, he was lucky there hadn't been many people outside of other tourists; he'd have a panic attack if they tried to claim him as their god. Grimmjow saw the tension and self-hatred in his eyes and continued anyways.
"Chandra is one of our people's most beloved gods. He's said to be young and beautiful, and is credited with his ability to continue shining his light upon us despite enduring terrible hardships that would normally leave one discouraged and lose hope, like being cast off by the other gods." He stated. Shiro felt warm all over and couldn't help but actually think maybe the idea wasn't so farfetched; it was pretty spot on in the last part. He did continue on with his life despite being physically disadvantaged, occasionally bullied for his appearance, and yet he continued to help raise his family after his parents died. But he wasn't beautiful, young maybe, but not beautiful. "You might not believe in him, but I believe Chandra took a special liking to you before you and your brother were born, and made you in his image." He smirked. "What is your birth month, by the way?" he asked, speeding up the cart just a little.
Shiro pouted slightly. "It's July, why did ya want ta know?" he asked. Grimmjow burst into laughter, causing the other man to scowl. If he wasn't positive he'd get lost, he would have jumped off the golf cart and walked the rest of the way to the huts. Grimmjow wiped his eyes and clutched his stomach as he calmed down.
"Sorry, but that is just too much! Firstly, July is my birth month so I couldn't help but find that amusing. Secondly, the gemstone for July is ruby…which is considered the king of gems in Hinduism!" he stated, falling back into another round of laughter. Shiro's blush was going to be permanent; was Grimmjow trying to say he actually was blessed by some god he didn't even worship? "You really are a lucky son of a bitch to be blessed so much by a deity who you've never heard of before today! Although I was expecting your birthstone to be the moonstone!" he cackled, causing Shiro to groan. Grimmjow tried to sober up, but a shit eating grin was still on his face when he sped up the cart. The bungalows were in sight when Grimmjow stopped fully. "I wasn't joking about how attractive you are. You and your twin will be hard pressed to not be surrounded by adoring villagers should either of you two decide to go to any." He warned with a less intense smile. "Have a good night Shiro-kun." He stated.
Shiro numbly pulled himself out of the cart and watched Grimmjow go back in the direction of his village. He felt his face and was relieved that it was relatively cool and that means any blush that might linger could be mistaken from lightly jogging. The sun had nearly sunken into the ocean when he opened the door to the hut he and his younger twin shared. Ichigo was in the sitting room sitting next to a lamp reading that new book of his wearing his reading glasses, and it looked like he was almost finished. Shiro glanced at a mirror; no blush remained, and smirked.
"Let me guess, it was the butler?" he teased. Ichigo looked up from his book and rolled his eyes, saving his spot with a bookmark and patted the loveseat next to him with a smile.
"You enjoy the tour? I can't believe this whole island is the resort. It's so beautiful here." He mused happily, leaning on his brother slightly as he watched the sun disappear. Shiro nodded and wrapped an arm around his lover. "Karin and Yuzu instantly started working on their homework as soon as they were done putting everything away. At this rate, they won't have any homework in a week." He joked. Shiro grinned.
"Tha's persistence fer sure, Karin won't have any if she coulda helped it." The snowy haired man pointed out, causing Ichigo to laugh, only to be cut off by the sound of his own stomach. He grinned sheepishly. "Ya waited fer me ta eat dinner didn't ya?" Shiro asked; his amusement prominent across his features.
"Kinda. We should change and go out and get dinner. The girls haven't eaten either, so I'll go over and tell them to change." The orangette reluctantly pulled himself out of Shiro's hold and walked to the other hut. Shiro looked back to the sky. It was beginning to darken into that rich blue-black color associated with night. He wondered if he'd be able to see the moon tonight…
…..
Grimmjow walked the short distance back to his house after assuring his boss that the Japanese tourists were more than taken care of. He had no idea if Aizen had any idea of the Kurosaki's sad tale, but he knew the man wanted them as happy as possible. Hell, someone who pays for two weeks here would definitely want to be kept happy. When he pushed open the door he could smell that Nel was either making or eating dinner.
Nel grinned at her brother when he sat down at the table per tradition. Eat first, talk second. She served his food first before sitting down to eat hers. "So how was the adorable family of three? Did they enjoy the tour?" she asked, popping vegetables into her mouth.
Grimmjow frowned at her mid gulp, wishing for once she would actually let him finish at least one bite before demanding answers. "There are four of them and they were just fine. Unlike me when you tackled my ass into the ground." He pointed out to her, his irritation from earlier returning full force. Nel has the audacity to look guilty. "Don't give me that look; you do it all the time." He rolled his eyes and continued inhaling his food. Despite what it seemed, he did love his sister; she was just a complete pain in the ass more often than not.
Nel giggled, her moment of guilt gone as fast as it appeared. "So there were four of them? Where was the other one? Are they shy?" she asked as she filled his plate again, as routine. Grimmjow smirked. "Oh, I know that smirk; you like this one. Funny, I would have thought you would have liked the orangey haired one." She thought out loud. Nel knew he held no preference for men or women, and merely requested he not bring any of his romantic flings into the house as they never lasted and she didn't like to cook for more than two after Papa died. Grimmjow shook his head.
"I like both of them. The one you didn't see was his elder twin. They look exactly alike except for one difference." He smiled before finishing up the last of his meal as a way to torment his sister. Nel waited with a pout; she wasn't patient and she wanted to hear whatever it was immediately. "The elder brother looks like the personified version of Chandra." He stated. Nel's eyes grew as large as the plates they were eating from and squealed loudly.
"He does?! Oh, Grimmy you have to let me meet him! Please, please, please!" she begged him. She practiced their religion more than he did, and she especially prayed to the god of the moon for good health and protection. Grimmjow gave her pointed look.
"He won't be comfortable if you try praising him and treating him like a god Nel. He's just a regular person who has incredibly pale skin and you'd need to remember that if I'm going to let you near him." He reasoned. He wasn't being selfish; he was trying to keep the family in whole from getting upset, and Nel had a tendency to act before thinking. She promised to him repeatedly before he finally consented, but not for a few days. Tomorrow the family should have some time to themselves before he introduced them to his sister properly. He thought back to those gorgeous twins again.
He really liked them. Ichigo had told him about his dreams of being a teacher and he knew the guy would be a great one; he was so kind, patient and understanding, despite the hardships with his parents. Shiro was a little moody, but he loved the blush he put on the guy's face when he told him about Chandra. He wasn't joking either. When he first met him, while he found it odd that an albino came to an island resort, he had nearly mistaken him for the deity as well. Both twins had handsome faces and slim toned bodies. He wanted nothing more than to feel one of them pressed up against him. They were here for two weeks though, so he could wait to try and get to know the two of them better.
…..
Shiro collapsed on the king sized bed as he rubbed his full stomach. He never knew food could taste so good. Sure, Yuzu was a great cook, but these guys, whoever they were, had IT. He'd probably gain a few pounds while they stayed here but that was fine; he deserved a little pampering. He shoved the memory of Grimmjow out of his head when Ichigo walked out of the bathroom, done with brushing his teeth.
"You look happy." The orangette remarked lightly as he settled on the other side of the bed to finish his book. He had only a chapter or two left. Shiro turned his head to respond and froze when he saw the reflection of the half-moon in the inky black waters of the ocean. "Shiro? Aniki, are you alright?" Ichigo asked, his warm eyes showing his concern, setting the book aside once again. Shiro sighed, he knew this was going to come up eventually; he and Ichigo hid no secrets from each other ever since they came out to one another. It wasn't always easy or pretty and could occasionally lead to fights, but it was better than finding out later or from someone else.
"Grimmjow told me somethin' about my skin tone….." He started, but blinked when a sensation of fury poured from his normally docile and nonviolent twin. He hadn't seen this side of his brother ever since their mom died. He had to admit; his brother being overprotective of him was kind of hot.
"What did he say? I don't care if he's our guide or not, I'll rip him a new ass if he made a rude remark about your condition!" he snapped, ready to storm out of the bungalow and find the bluenette. Shiro chuckled and pulled his brother to his chest, soothing him slightly.
"Nah, he said nothin' like tha'." He assured the younger twin. He then proceeded to tell him everything and that meant everything; including how Grimmjow found Ichigo attractive as well. The redhead blushed, laughed, and smiled during the story. "….I couldn't help but wonder…do…..do you find my skin tone attractive Ichigo?" he asked, wiping the mirth from his brother's face. He never called his brother by his full name unless he was being very serious or during sex. Ichigo smiled and traced his brother's collarbone.
"I do. In a way, I've always thought you were much more beautiful than the moon." He admitted, causing a blush to his brother's face, much to his delight. "And if you'd like…..I could show you just how much I love your lily-white skin." He inferred, his eyes dark and his voice full of lust. Shiro blinked repeatedly. "We don't have to worry about the girl's hearing us; the wall connecting us is incredibly thick; I knocked on it and they still couldn't hear me." He explained. That brought a fat grin to his elder brother's face and he sat back on the bed.
"Well then, Little King, I suppose ya should prove ta me how much ya love me then." He stated, and closed his eyes in bliss when his sweet, loving brother, began kissing every inch of his body. He purred as his favorite organ made itself known. It was going to be a long night.
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Ichigo yawned as he heard someone knock at the door. He glanced at the clock; it was eight in the morning. Not too late and not too early; though his brother would surely still be in bed for another hour or two; he really didn't like mornings. And considering just how much he worshipped his brother's body last night, he knew the older twin was exhausted. He had ridden his brother three times after giving him a blowjob, which had come after he had kissed his beautiful brother over and over. Needless to say, Shiro admitted he felt completely and totally loved before passing out. Ichigo put on some boxers in case it was one of his sisters, and threw one of the complimentary bathrobes. He splashed water on his hair to make it look like he had just taken a shower while also helping him wake up fully.
He opened the door to see Grimmjow of all people, with the girls not too far behind him already dressed and ready for the day. Ichigo froze. The bluenette smiled calmly, although the sight of the orange haired man in a bathrobe was making his loose shorts feel a little less loose. "Good morning. Just wanted to let you and your brother know I am escorting your sisters to breakfast. Sorry if I interrupted something." His eyes flashed to Ichigo's 'wet' hair and back. Ichigo forced a friendly smile.
"Of course, thank you for letting me know. I'll let Shiro know when he finally wakes up." He responded. The girls, already used to their eldest brother's lazy habits, snorted. Grimmjow chuckled as well. "Karin, make sure to avoid apricots." He warned, still worried about her allergy. Karin stuck her tongue out at her brother and stomped off, with Grimmjow and Yuzu snickering behind her. The blue haired man gave a wave with his back turned. Ichigo sighed and went back in to take a real shower.
…
Fifteen minutes later and freshly showered, Ichigo changed and went to his still peacefully sleeping twin. Shiro was even smiling in his sleep, so there was no way Ichigo could poke him awake. He smiled as an idea popped in his head. He crawled up the bed and gently pulled his brother's face towards the ceiling. Shiro stirred for a second before going still once again. Ichigo pressed his lips against his brother's and wiggling his tongue in.
Shiro moaned, allowing the tongue in properly and wrapped his arms around Ichigo's neck as he continued. Eventually, Shiro's eyes fluttered open and Ichigo pulled away smiling. "Good morning sleepyhead." He said softly. Shiro gave him a lazy smile.
"If ya wake me up like tha' every morning while we're here, I won't care if it's five in ta morning." He stated softly, to which his brother chuckled and grinned happily. He glanced over at the clock. "Though I think I'd prefer eight if ya don't mind." He insinuated. Ichigo rolled his eyes. "Ya wanna go get ta girls an' get somethin' ta eat?" he asked, propping himself up and stretching languidly. Ichigo's smile faded slowly.
"Grimmjow already took them. I pretended I was in the shower." He stated honestly. Shiro frowned; the guy was nosing his way into their family a little too much. "Shiro, you aren't bothered by him are you?" Ichigo asked. Shiro gave him a wary look. "He's not going to get in between us aniki. You don't have to worry." Ichigo rolled his eyes and got off the bed to pour him and his cranky twin some coffee.
"Do ya like him?" Shiro asked. Ichigo tensed before he replaced the pot back in its holder, filling only one of the cups.
"…He's a nice guy, and pretty interesting." Ichigo admitted. Shiro felt his heart crack, but not break. Ichigo was supposed to love him with all of his heart. However, he knew his brother stilled love him dearly, especially given last night and how he woke him up. "But he's not coming home with us Shiro-nii. You don't have to work about him stealing my heart. That's yours." He smiled. Shiro sighed in relief. "Now come on and change; if we hurry we can meet up with the girls and grab something to eat." He decided, pulling out some clothes at his brother who pouted in disappointment. Ichigo gulped his coffee down and helped his brother quickly apply his sunscreen. They were out of the door in ten minutes, a fact Shiro was disappointed in.
They did meet up with their sisters; in fact they had just ordered; because of their obvious language barrier, the kitchen had to scrounge around for Japanese menus; last night had been a buffet styled meal and there was no need for the menus. The girls had kept one of the menus in case of the guys meeting up with them. Nonetheless Ichigo apologized, in English, explaining how he was the only who could read English but not very well. The restaurant was more than understanding, joking that they would blame Grimmjow for not warning them.
Grimmjow appeared to be a very popular co-worker. Once they brought him up, a few more added in their input, which was all fairly positive. Ichigo roughly translated for his family what he could and they enjoyed their meals together. Karin sighed. "They really should blame him; he should have known at least we wouldn't be able to read the English menus." She pointed out. Ichigo chuckled.
"It's not that big a deal Karin. They know we are here now, so it won't happen again. So what should we do today?" Ichigo asked everyone as a whole. Yuzu bounced up and down.
"Oh lets visit Grimmjow's village again! I want to see what kind of shops they have!" she begged, to which Karin agreed; she could probably find some kids to play soccer with there. Shiro hesitated and Ichigo had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. "Ah! And Shiro-nii needs to meet Grimmjow's sister! She's really funny!" she pressed. Shiro felt his eyebrow twitch in irritation; all he wanted to do was go one day without hearing about or seeing the blue haired bastard. Yuzu was able to notice. "Aw, you don't wanna go Shiro-nii?" she asked, disappointment obvious in her voice.
Shiro sighed; he didn't want anyone to feel sad or upset while they were here; this was a vacation god dammit. "I'll go, but only if I'm covered up. I don't wanna be ogled at." He explained which was fairly true. Yuzu perked up and he smiled. "Just give me five minutes ta get ready."
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Grimmjow pouted at the four people currently waiting for him at the golf cart. "You guys got me in trouble!" he play whined, a smile still on his face. Yuzu giggled at his attempt to look pitiful. He stuck his tongue out at her and turned on the engine before realizing Shiro looked completely different. He was wearing jeans and closed toed shoes as well as a long sleeve shirt with a baseball cap and sunglasses. He felt disappointed his pep talk yesterday didn't help the man see his true beauty; if anything it looked like he was even more ashamed of it. "So you want to go back to the village today?" he asked, surprised. He was sure the family would want a personal day to themselves. But then again, this isn't an ordinary family. So he made the ten minute drive to the village, which was now in full swing and bustling with shop keepers, tourists, and hotel guests.
The girls were each given 3000¥ (roughly $25) for the day. It wasn't as though they only had one day to buy whatever they want; if they wanted something later they could come back another time; it was beginning to get easy to find their way to this village. Besides, they didn't bring a lot of spending money, and it wouldn't do to have the girls spend a large majority of it on the first day. The girls had dragged Grimmjow along with them and the boys were okay with this; Ichigo could speak English well enough to get by.
Shiro was beginning to feel very uncomfortable. He couldn't cover his hands or neck without enabling people's suspicions, and he swore the locals were noticing his white skin. Ichigo noticed his brother's nervousness and took his wrist in order to soothe the man. Shiro smiled and they began looking at all the different shops. There were a lot of interesting mythical folklore, which Ichigo was a fan of, and were about to head into one such shop when the orangette heard a voice he recognized.
"Typical brother always making me wait whenever something cool happens. I'm calm and rational…." Nel grumbled in her native tongue as she walked out of the very store they were going to head into, munching on her favorite snack that could only be bought from said store. Both she and Ichigo froze when they noticed each other. Her eyes flicked to the man next to the orangette and widened. His skin was so…pure white. She squealed before launching onto Ichigo. "Oh it is you again! I have been the missing of you already! So, is this missing one your family member?" she asked, her Japanese just as poor as yesterday. Shiro did nothing to contain his snort of amusement.
Ichigo looked around. It appeared the locals were used to Nel's antics; only the few guests and tourists were staring at them. He rubbed his shoulder after she let go, smiling awkwardly. "Good morning Nel-chan. It's nice to see you again. This is my aniki Shiro Kurosaki." He spoke slowly so the girl would be able to understand his Japanese properly. She blinked over and over, seeming to process what she just heard and looked Shiro up and down. Her eyes zeroed in on his exposed neck and grinned widely before bowing low to him, which did catch the attention of a few locals.
"It is a great pleasure to meet the one who was given blessing by our holy spirit." She said, much to Ichigo's amusement and Shiro's horror. He cleared his throat and pulled up the collar of his shirt, mumbling curses under his breath that she didn't know, but he certainly didn't look happy. She bit her lip. "Was it incorrect of I to make praise of such?" she asked, realizing this might have been why her elder brother was against her meeting the albino man. "I wish to make amends. Please accept this some!" she offered, literally shoving the bag of candy into his hands.
Shiro stared at the caramel colored treats in his hands. He knew the woman was only trying to apologize, even though it took him longer to understand her version of an apology, and tentatively popped one in his mouth. He grinned. "It's good. Ya have good taste." He offered, only for her to stare blankly at him. He cursed his odd slang; she didn't recognize his dialect.
Luckily, Ichigo translated, and she jumped for joy. She insisted on taking them on a tour to some of the best candy shops (she appeared to have a sweet tooth that rivaled Shiro's) and they spent the better part of an hour with the bubbly sea green girl. They ran into the girls and Grimmjow along the way and all decided to grab lunch from one of the restaurants. Grimmjow gave a patronizing glare to his sister, for he knew right away she messed up. The girl responded by chugging her soda down with gusto, much to everyone's amusement.
Karin and she took an instant liking to one another; they both loved soccer and agreed to have a match later in the week. Regretfully, the energetic woman left soon after lunch, as she was due to give snorkeling lessons to other guests from the resort. Grimmjow shook his head as she ran straight into another person before heading in the right direction. He couldn't imagine how he was related to such a ridiculous person, but you can't choose your family.
He drove them all back to enjoy some amenities near their huts; he highly suggested the pool for the girls and the massage tent for the brothers. The family did just that, and enjoyed a relaxing afternoon before retiring back to their rooms.
….
Karin and Yuzu returned to their studies, intent on finishing them quickly so they could actually take part in events that occurred during the night. Ichi-nii had promised them they would be able to go out and have fun at night once they were done with their lessons. Karin was inclined to almost B.S her way through the work, but her younger twin would no doubt tattle on her. Yuzu sighed dreamily as she slowly worked her way through her English work. Karin raised an eyebrow at her sister's dreamy expression. "Oi, what's wrong with you? English can't be that much fun." She remarked, underlining an important term from her History notes. Yuzu giggled.
"Sorry, I just can't stop thinking about our translator and resort guide Grimmjow." She gushed, making little hearts with her pencil before erasing them; it wouldn't do to have drawings on her assignments. Karin frowned and sighed loudly.
"He's not gonna feel the same way ya know. He's way older than us, he's probably like thirty. We're just customers to him." She stated bluntly as per her style. Yuzu pouted at her. "Don't give me that look. Even if he did find you attractive, it's still illegal since you're underage. I'm only trying to warn you it wouldn't be worth the heartbreak. Besides, what if he doesn't even girls like you? Maybe he'd much like someone else." she teased, going back to her history. Yuzu gasped.
"Eh? You mean he might be more interested in you or Shiro-nii or Ichi-nii then me?!" she asked, hurt that her sister was basically saying she wasn't attractive enough. "That's not nice Karin! Besides, who knows? Maybe the age of adulthood is different here, some places are like that you know!" she defended herself. Karin snorted.
"Moron, you're forgetting one important detail." She turned her chair around to pierce her sister with her gaze. "We're only here for two weeks. We'll never see him again afterwards." She stated calmly. Yuzu flinched; she had forgotten about that. "For someone so smart, you can be really clueless." She muttered, once again turning back to her assignments. Yuzu sighed and continued her as well, with much less ardor.
"Ne, what if…..what if he does like Ichi-nii?" she asked suddenly, clenching her desk. Karin blinked; well he did seem to enjoy talking to Ichi-nii but…. "I mean, we know Ichigo doesn't like girls; we've never seen him with a girlfriend, even Orihime-san wasn't really his girlfriend and she's beautiful." She continued. Karin hummed.
"Tch, it's not our business who Ichi-nii likes. He's our aniki, and he does everything he can to keep us around and happy. So what if they do end up liking each other? Ichi-nii deserves to be happy too." She decided. Yuzu bit her lip and nodded. "Alright now cut it out and get back to your English. I'm not going to be deprived of free nights because you were temporarily lovesick." She ordered, already working on the next assignment for history. Yuzu rolled her eyes (a feat only her sister and aniki Shiro could achieve) and went back to her studies.
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Four days later, Shiro, Ichigo, and Yuzu were cheering Karin as she took on Nel in a one-on-one soccer game. Grimmjow and a few co-workers cheered for their fellow employee. The game had become so heated that it was gathering a small crowd from some of the other guests, who rooted for either girl. Karin was an excellent player, and yet she was struggling to keep the ball away from the older woman, who was jubilant to play her favorite game with someone so skilled. Evenly matched with zero points on either side, the game was finally over when Karin managed to kick the ball from in between the taller woman's legs and into the goal. Shiro and Yuzu whooped in celebration and Ichigo laughed at the disappointed look on some of her co-worker's faces, including Grimmjow (who's never seen his sister lose before).
The two exhausted players high fived each other and collapsed on the ground panting, beat from running back and forth for nearly an hour. Yuzu plopped down next to them gushing over each, and some of the employees even came over to congratulate the teenager, with translation from Grimmjow of course.
The Kurosaki family had begun to make some new friends with the staff members and had even reunited with the elderly couple from the plane. Ichigo and Shiro enjoyed talking to the evening bartender, Coyote Starrk, who was incredibly laid back and funny. He was in fact the one Grimmjow supposedly learned everything he knew from, and admitted while he could have gotten off the island and became something of himself, he was too attached and enjoyed the warm weather and serene crystal clear beaches too much. They couldn't blame him.
Ichigo made another acquaintance in a leggy blonde woman with a rich mocha colored skin, Tier Halibel, one of their best masseuses. They enjoyed the more quiet parts of the resort and discussed or even just read their favorite books in favor of actual conversations. She had even lent him one of her favorite English books in favor of learning some hiragana and kanji (something he assisted with by translating every letter and how to use them on a separate sheet of paper).
This was how they enjoyed the days during their first week at the resort. At night, the twin lovers happily explored each other's bodies without fear of being caught by their sisters or strangers. But then, something changed…
********That night, it's been a week since arriving to the resort********
Grimmjow wasn't able to sleep for some reason. No matter how much he flipped his pillow or tried to blank out his mind, he couldn't sleep for the life of him. He groaned as he forced himself out of the bed and glanced at the clock; eleven-thirty. Well, that wasn't too late, so the best he could do in order to catch at least five hours of sleep would be to go out for a jog around the island beaches. It worked every time he couldn't fall asleep.
Carefully, as so not to wake his sister (she was hell to deal with if she didn't get her eight hours, and she was exhausted from that game earlier with Karin), he crept out of the house and put on some comfortable jogging shoes.
He had managed to run nearly halfway across the island (why the fuck wasn't he getting tired yet?!) when he heard a breathy moan from not too far away (though his version of far-away was different from others; he had keen hearing). He froze. Now Grimmjow was not a peeping tom, but he swore he recognized that voice. He followed the voice and to his astonishment it was coming from the Kurosaki's bungalows. Grimmjow scowled; it sounded like Ichigo, and apparently he had found someone to give him more pleasure than just the resort itself could offer. Again, he was not a peeping tom, but now he just had to see who it was that was bedding one of the men he was interested in. He could only pray it wasn't one of his trusted friends; they all knew he was interested in the twins. Speaking of, where would Shiro be if his twin was currently…..enjoying himself? Perhaps he was on the girl's side to give his brother privacy? Or perhaps he used this as an excuse to go outside without the fear of burning? Regardless, it stung for Grimmjow as he crept closer to the barely open window and felt a burning sensation of jealousy towards whoever was able to coax such beautiful sounds from the redheaded man. He was just going to take a quick look, and if it was one of his co-workers, he would rip them a new ass later. He snuck a quick look…
Grimmjow then quietly clapped a hand over his own mouth to prevent the shocked gasp from slipping out and slid down the wall of the hut. He couldn't have seen….what he thought he saw right? He shakily stood up and took a longer, much clearer look at the two bodies entwined together on the bed. There was no mistaking it; that was Shiro pressing his mouth against his brother's pulse point, and Shiro's hips moving up and down upon Ichigo's, drawing out another pretty moan from him. Against his better judgment his groin reacted to the noise, causing him to stumble away from the hut, but not before carefully and quietly closing the window from his side, silencing the night effectively. His heart pounded painfully fast as he headed to the beach not even five yards away. He collapsed on the sand, his eyes blown wide and his breathing was ragged as he sat there unable to get the images and sounds out of his head. The worst part was that he was still hard. He stared back in the direction of the huts, now hidden by the forest of palm trees and darkness. Had they always been that way? Was that why Shiro was always so wary of him? Had their parents know about this? Did their sisters know? Grimmjow gripped his hair and took many slow deep breaths.
He looked down to his still very persistent cock, which was still hard and throbbing. As much as it shocked him, he had to admit, seeing them together had been incredibly hot. He could only imagine what it would be like if he was in there as well. A dirty grin stretched across his face. Maybe he could have both of them after all. But if he tried to corner them, they'd either deny it and avoid him for the rest of their trip, or lash out at him. So he was going to have to play it cool and then he'd get to be inside that hut, helping out the albino draw pretty noises from his brother as well as coax a few out of the moon blessed man himself….
…..
Ichigo awoke the next day feeling refreshed and very sated. His sleeping twin had the redhead draped over his chest and cuddled as he slept on. Ichigo gently pried himself out of his brother's grip, which caused the paler twin to whine in his sleep and try to pull him back. Ichigo rolled his eyes and rained gentle kisses on his brother's face in order to wake him up, as he promised to every morning while they were at the resort.
Shiro mewled into the kiss, pulling his lover closer to him before he finally opened his ocher eyes. "Yo." He whispered before pulling Ichigo in for another kiss. The red head smirked as he pulled away from the snowy skinned man.
"Yo yourself, it's time to wake up." He stated softly before leaving the bed altogether and opening the window to allow the breezy tropical winds do their thing and wipe away the scent of their lovemaking, as they have done every time they took to each other's bodies. Ichigo would open them in the morning, and Shiro would close them on the days they had sex or if he felt like the temperature was getting too cool. Ichigo sighed. "Hard to believe we've been here for a week already. This vacation is going to be over sooner than I thought." He admitted sadly. Shiro felt his own grin go south as he too realized this. Soon they'd be back to working their asses off to make ends meet again, at least until they turned twenty-five and would be able to receive their parents' savings accounts. There had to be enough to sustain them for a few years, especially if Ichigo got that job as a professor.
"We still got ta rest of ta week. Don't ya dare starting thinkin' a' packin' yet ya hear me?" Shiro warned with a playful smirk on his face. Ichigo chuckled; if he was the serious, rational one, Shiro was the light hearted, impractical one. He didn't know what he'd do without his elder brother sometimes. "I feel like swimmin' today. Ya wanna join?" he asked as he finally rolled out of the bed, mourning its warmth. Ichigo shrugged. If anything he could work on a tan while reading one of the books Halibel gave him.
The girls were sleeping in today; they had finished their homework and as promised Ichigo and Shiro let them enjoy the nighttime festivities, which lasted until two in the morning. After getting into their swimming shorts and putting liberal amounts of waterproof lotion on Shiro, the boys headed to the massive pool. It was surprisingly empty today; though it could have been due to the weather being less than perfect (there were some clouds in the sky…..boo-hoo). Shiro jumped in with a joyful whoop and Ichigo stretched out on a lounge chair and began to read the book Halibel loved so much.
This went on for an hour before Shiro noticed Grimmjow watching them. He scowled; the guy had been doing so well to leave them alone after the first three days unless he was actually needed, so what was he doing watching them swim? Ichigo was oblivious to the world, engrossed in his book. Shiro locked eyes with Grimmjow, daring him to try something. The bluenette smirked; oh he was going to try something for sure, but not yet. There was too high a chance someone could come out of their cozy little bungalows and enjoy the day, even if it was slightly cloudy it was still a tropical resort. He made himself comfortable in one of the chairs next to Ichigo, who still hadn't noticed he was here.
Shiro wasn't going to have it. "Oi, what are you doing here?" he growled rather rudely. Ichigo looked up and turned directly to Grimmjow, clearly startled.
He blinked. "Eh, Grimmjow, how long have you been there?" he asked. Grimmjow snickered.
"Sorry for scaring you. I am entitled to a few breaks every now and then, so I figured I would take a cat nap by the pool. What a surprise, though, that you two ended up here." He smiled, which made Ichigo grin rather bashfully. Shiro was definitely feeling possessive right now; no matter what his brother said, he didn't trust Grimmjow to not try to steal him away from him. "Are you enjoying the water Shiro?" Grimmjow asked, flashing his smile at the paler twin. Shiro huffed and shot underneath the water.
Ichigo rolled his eyes at his brother's childish behavior. "Ignore him, he's just being weird." He stated before going back to the book. Grimmjow looked more closely at it and had to clench his teeth together so his jaw wouldn't fall to the floor.
"I know that book! Is that Tia Halibel's book you're reading?!" he asked incredulously. Ichigo nodded tentatively. "Wow, I've never seen her lend a book to any of us, let alone a guest! You must really love reading." He grinned. "Or maybe she likes you. I'll warn you, she's single!" he sang, knowing very well Ichigo wouldn't be interested. The orangette flushed.
"I-I really doubt it. We just clicked over some of our favorite authors. In fact I just gave her a study guide that will teach her kanji and hiragana so she can learn how to read some of the Japanese classics without needing English translation. Besides, even if she is interested in me she'd be disappointed. We're only here for another week, and Fiji is really far away from Japan. I'm not very good at long distance relationships." He answered partially honest. It was impractical to have a relationship with someone native to the land, even if he was single or straight for that matter. Shiro heard all this and smirked, that ought to teach that over confident asshole to come near his Otouto!
Grimmjow felt a pang of disappointment and lack of encouragement at those words, before he lifted himself back up by reminding himself that it didn't have to be a lasting relationship just as long as he felt the two of them beneath him before they left. He paused; wow, he sounded like a dick even to himself. He shook it off and shrugged. "True, which reminds me, all of you are enjoying yourselves right?" he asked, remembering they were a family who had hit hard times and still deserved the best the resort could offer. Ichigo offered him a kind smile, which he couldn't help but be drawn into.
"Everything has been so great. If we ever have the money in the future, we'll definitely have to come back here. It's incredible how accommodating everyone here has been for us. Thank you." He praised with all seriousness. Grimmjow looked away as he felt something hot flash over his face. He snorted.
'Aw geez, look what ya did.' Shiro glowered at the blush that dared to come across the older man's face after hearing the honest truth. The worst part was he would also want to come back. But he certainly would not come back for Grimmjow's sake, no, he just happened to end up liking this resort. The albino man felt like he was beginning to turn into a prune, so he reluctantly hoisted himself out of the warm water. "I'm gonna dry off an' head ba…" Shiro never got to finish his sentence as he underestimated the height of the pool and tripped his foot over the edge. The poor man's head fell to the concrete with a loud smack. Ichigo and Grimmjow immediately were at his side; he might have really hurt something. He looked up to scowl at the both of them and yell that he wasn't some fragile thing when he tasted blood in his mouth. Ichigo winced; his brother not only split his lip open, but had a nasty cut on his forehead. Grimmjow lifted him up and over his shoulder. The albino came to his senses and thrashed. "Oi, what do ya think yer doing? Put me down!" he ordered. Grimmjow looked to Ichigo, ignoring the enraged man for now.
"He didn't seem like he has a concussion but I think we should bring him back to your bungalow so he is out of the sun, it might irritate the skin that's been cut open." He suggested. Ichigo nodded and grabbed their things from the chair next to them, all the while Shiro was getting more and more infuriated that they were treating him like glass. He bled a little, big fucking deal! Everyone bleeds, and if the blue haired bastard didn't let go of him soon, he'll be bleeding pretty soon too! His anger died slowly as his brother secretly stroked his hair behind Grimmjow's back, pretending to be checking to see if the blood was still flowing out of his forehead.
Once inside the hut, Grimmjow laid him on the couch but did not leave. It may seem low, but he was in their rooms, and there probably wouldn't be a better time since no one else but his sisters might come in, and he knew they were exhausted from all the fun of being out so late last night. Ichigo flitted about, getting bandages and oils that would help protect his brother from further injury as well a few aspirin fetched by the teal haired man. Shiro gritted his teeth but said nothing as the two men worked to heal his cuts. He hated being treated like he was fragile, and he definitely did not like Grimmjow being this close to him or his brother.
Ichigo sighed as he washed his hands of the last of the blood. Shiro's forehead finally stopped oozing his essential life fluid and would to close up without a scar if he kept the bandage on it. He plopped onto the chair across from his brother and glanced up at the exotic tour guide still watching Shiro with concern from the kitchenette. "Thank you for all of your help Grimmjow. Sorry if we sort of took up your break." He added. Grimmjow shook his head.
"Think nothing of it. Besides, usually my breaks are pretty long so it's hardly a big deal. I'm more worried about him getting a concussion. It could still show up after all. You two want me to call the resort doctor?" he asked, though he was hoping they declined. Reason number one, because he did want to be alone with them and having the 'nurse' here would ruin that. Reason number two, Szayel was creepy and scary as shit. Much to his relief, they both shook their heads; Shiro's much slower than Ichigo's.
"Our dad used to be a doctor, so we know how to check for concussions." Ichigo explained. Grimmjow relaxed noticeably.
"Either way, I'm going to stay until you can assure me he isn't concussed." He decided. Shiro scowled at him but before he could argue or say something rude, his brother knelt down in front of him. He carefully checked his eyes for pupil dilation and cognitive function. Ichigo finished with a sigh.
"He's not showing signs of a concussion, though he'll probably have a hell of a headache." He said, talking more to Grimmjow than he was his brother. "I don't think you should go outside for the rest of the day Shiro. You might not get sunburnt because of your lotion, but the light will be hell on your eyes and brain. I'm going to dim the lights in here too." He stated, standing up to do just so. Grimmjow smirked as he helped close the blinds. Now no one could see in either.
"You sure you want to be a teacher and not a doctor like your father? You seem pretty good at it." He joked. Ichigo shrugged.
"I'm only really concerned about Shiro's health as well as my sisters. I couldn't give a damn about other people's pain. I'm more interested in teaching kids how not to be complete dumbasses and the true value of literature." He stated honestly, closing the last blind. It wasn't too dark, as light was still able to stream through the skylight and from cracks in the blinds. "Well, I guess we'll be having an indoor day today, so you don't have to stick around if you don't want to Grimmjow. Thank you for your help." He bowed slightly. The taller man bowed back with a grin.
"Anything to help out my two favorite guests." He teased, drawing a frown on both of their pretty faces. Oh, this should be good…
"Uhh…..yeah, about that, Shiro told me everything about what happened our first night here. Everything." He emphasized. Grimmjow was hardly surprised; if they were as close as he had seen them last night, they wouldn't hide anything from each other. "I'm flattered that you find us attractive, but like I said earlier at the pool….." Grimmjow held up a hand.
"I understand. I am rather direct about my feelings. I am sorry if I made either of you uncomfortable." He turned as though about to leave, a wide smirk growing on his face. "After all, it seems you two are already involved with one another." He stated being just as blunt as he had been the first day. Silence followed after his statement. He counted to three.
"Wha-wha-what are you talking…..about?" Ichigo squeaked, his face going pale. Grimmjow calmly turned around and glanced at both of them. Ichigo's face was becoming as pale as his twin's (which Grimmjow noticed with his hair coloring was rather stunning) and Shiro's eyes were as wide as dinner plates. He snorted.
"All I am going to say is, if you two were trying to keep it a secret, you should close the windows at night so someone with acute hearing, like me, doesn't accidentally hear something on their nightly jog at the beach." He remarked, causing Shiro to lightly smack himself on the head. It was his job to close the window at night; he must have been too eager and not close it all the way one day. "Now-now, don't do that Shiro, you might hurt your forehead again." Grimmjow cautioned.
Ichigo trembled and found he could no longer stand. Shakily Ichigo grasped the arm of the couch Shiro was resting on, and lowered his shaking body to the floor, too stunned to actually respond right away. "How long?" he whispered.
Grimmjow raised an eyebrow, amused. "Funny, I feel like I should be asking you that, but ah, I just found out last night. I closed the window all the way afterwards so you wouldn't have any more….curious guests drawn to you." He stated, taking a seat in the chair in front of both of them. Shiro was shaking in rage, this bastard….he knew…..he KNEW.
"What are ya plannin' ta do then, Grimmjow?" he spat, struggling to sit upright, but the head rush he received caused him to lie back down immediately. "Ya gonna call ta cops an' tell 'em ya got a pair a' sick men who need ta be taken away?" he snarled. Ichigo whimpered and curled in on himself. This couldn't be happening, they had been so careful…
Grimmjow shook his head, much to the surprise of the twins. "I ain't telling anyone. You have two younger sisters who rely and look up to you two. I don't plan on being the one who separates your family. From what I can see, you two are all those girls have left." he explained, allowing some sympathy to flow into his voice. He was all that was left for Nel too; their mom passed away after giving birth to her and their pop died last year. He knew (sort of) what type of pain they had to be suffering right now. Ichigo let out a shuddering sob and his eyes softened at the sight. Shiro lovingly stroked his brother's hair. How Grimmjow longed to be both that hand and hair at the same time, but now wasn't the time, they needed a chance to recover from the shock. Besides, Shiro's head was still wounded, and it wouldn't be right to try anything right now.
"Ya don't sound yer disgusted by us." Shiro noted, never slowing in his ministrations to his brother's skull. Ichigo tensed before looking up at the teal haired male. Grimmjow snorted.
"I was shocked beyond belief, sure. But I have to admit, it was very…..hot." he rasped, his 'proof' forming in between his legs right in front of their disbelieving eyes. Ichigo blushed and averted his eyes, whereas Shiro (also blushing) couldn't help but stare. After a moment though, he broke away to lock eyes with his twin. They stared at each other, seemingly communicating without words for several long moments. Grimmjow quirked an eyebrow when they stared back at him.
…
Shiro locked his ocher colored eyes with his brother's softer amber ones. Using the age old twin communicating technique***, they mentally conversed right in front of the blue haired man.
'He's pretty turned on, Otouto.' Shiro thought.
'Yeah, but who's to say he isn't trying to take advantage of us? He might not reveal our secret to anyone, but now he'll have blackmail on us for the rest of our stay here.' Ichigo panicked.
'Ya mean blackmail us with sexual favors? I doubt it, unfortunately, he seems like ta type ta be somewhat honorable. Considerin' how he tried ta woo me the first night.' Shiro reminded him.
'Well then I won't lie Shiro…..he is pretty attractive. Are you…curious at all?' Ichigo thought cautiously, knowing just how possessive his elder brother could be. Shiro laughed over the mind link.
'A' course I am Ichi, I have been since he called me a fuckin' moon god. But ya yerself said it wouldn't be wise ta do somethin' like tha'. Are ya sure ya wanna?' he asked. Ichigo swallowed.
'…..Yeah, I-I-I kind of want to, especially since he seems to be so eager right now.' He admitted; his blush still prominent on his beautiful features.
Shiro sighed; there really wasn't anything he wouldn't do for his gorgeous younger twin and lover. 'Alright then, I'll take ta honors then.' he decided, his tone mirthful as he broke off the link (as well as the hand in his brother's hair) and turned to Grimmjow again, Ichigo followed suit.
…
"Ne, Grimmjow." Shiro glared right at the man, who was looking at them in confusion with an eyebrow raised. "I will warn ya right now; I will kill ya if ya say a word ta anyone. I am a black belt an' a champion boxer. Ya will do well not ta let tha' incident at the pool cloud yer judgment." He threatened. Grimmjow almost snorted….almost.
"That being said, my brother and I just agreed to do something we've never done before." Ichigo continued, pushing his brother's legs off the couch to look the bluenette in the eye. "We're going to share." He smiled softly, which contrasted with the lustful leer that came from his elder twin. Grimmjow's dick throbbed with want, and he barely managed to stifle his groan. "There are a few rules though." Ichigo purred, tracing a pattern on his brother's leg, bemused when Grimmjow unconsciously followed his finger. "One: you cannot mark us in any spot that could possibly be seen by anyone. Two: You will tell no one you slept with either of us." He warned, which made Grimmjow pout slightly, but he understood the necessity of the rule. "Three: Shiro must take me first before you even think about….dominating me." He stated plainly, though a blush dusted his cheekbones. At this Shiro smirked and Grimmjow clenched the armrests of his chair. That would be…..interesting to watch. "Are you willing to agree to this?" Ichigo asked, his arm draping over the curve of Shiro's backside. He watched with glee as the two men before him shivered. "More importantly, will you have the time to do this? Will someone notice you are gone?" Grimmjow snorted.
"Like I give a rat's ass about that, you don't have to worry; I've slacked off plenty of times before that no one will question it." He assured them. "But now I have a question for you, Doctor." He purred, delighting in the shiver that ran down Ichigo's spine. "Is your little patient up for sexual activities today?" he asked. Shiro's blush reignited in fury as his twin chuckled.
"We'll see." Was the only response Ichigo gave before repeating the steps he took only minutes ago, this time tracing his cheekbones and that erogenous spot behind his ear, making the albino man whine softly and the exotic man bite his lip in lust. He gently pressed the spot covered in bandages, making the snowy haired male wince, though the slight pain mixed nicely with the pleasure his brother's hands were able to convey unto him. "He should be fine provided he doesn't bang his head on anything harder than a pillow." He decided, rewarding his brother's patience with a chaste kiss. Grimmjow's grin just kept growing wider and wider.
"Well then…..shall we continue this 'conversation' in the bedroom?" he asked, not giving them the chance to respond as he pick up both of them easily, ignoring the twin set of yelps that emitted from both of them. Ichigo couldn't help but admire the sheer strength Grimmjow must have to pick up each of them in one arm. One twin didn't weigh that much sure, but to carry both of them at the same time…..he whimpered in anticipation of what those strong muscular arms could do to him. Grimmjow was able to gently set them both down on the massive king size bed and simply relaxed at the edge of said bed. "Well, go ahead and enjoy yourselves. After all, you are guests here." He said with a smirk.
Shiro had absolutely no qualms about ravishing his brother's mouth in front of the exotic man. Truthfully he had always wanted to be able to claim his brother in front of people, to claim him as his and no one else's. Naturally he thought such an opportunity would never occur, and he would be damned if he didn't take advantage. Ichigo moaned into the kiss, seemingly oblivious to the teal haired man who was rubbing himself through the thin fabric of his shorts to relieve some of the pressure in his heavy balls. The orangette wrapped his arms around his twin, tugging at his snowy strands of hair. Shiro groaned and bucked his hips forward, causing friction between the two of them. Grimmjow swore he had never heard more beautiful noises than the sounds coming from these gorgeous twins.
As the boys were already half naked due to their swim shorts, Grimmjow decided to even the odds by removing his resort guide black t-shirt. Ichigo's eyes widened at the expanse of tanned muscles that graced Grimmjow's smooth hairless chest. While his brother continued to rain kisses down his neck and collarbone, Ichigo's half-lidded eyes trailed down that broad chest to the chiseled six pack and finally down to the thin turquoise hairs that teased him by disappearing into his shorts, which revealed the large bulge that the exotic man was leisurely palming while enjoying the show. Ichigo groaned in unadulterated need to taste the tanned skin, his already hardened groin throbbing more with want as the ministrations continued.
Shiro also noticed the hard body of their third companion, and even he had to wonder what it would be like pinned underneath the taller man, though he would never admit it. In order to get his brother to pay more attention to him, the elder twin hooked his finger into Ichigo's red swimming shorts and yanked, pushing them down to his ankles, where they fell off after a few strong kicks. Ichigo gasped and flushed in embarrassment as his long slender cock emerged from its tight confinement but did nothing to hide himself from the two sets of wanton eyes. Shiro then swiftly removed his own black shorts and just as quickly encased his brother's body with his own, as if taunting the teal haired man by covering his brother's most intimate of parts.
Grimmjow groaned as he continued to watch this delicious display, loving the strong contrast between Ichigo's slightly tanned skin and Shiro's pure white. Ichigo smirked and let his tongue poke out, wiggling against his brother's toothy smile. Shiro, aware of what his brother was planning, opened his mouth and allowed his brother's tongue to dance; making sure Grimmjow could see every contour of the lithe pink muscle that slipped in and out of his mouth. The elder man laughed. "You teasing son of a bitch!" he grunted, finding it very hard to continue only watching the two in front of him. Ichigo gave the blue eyed man a playful wink while Shiro teased his stomach muscles, which quivered under his touch.
Beginning to grow impatient, Shiro hooked his brother's legs over his shoulders and pulled out the bottle of oil he kept in his pillow. "Ya ready little King?" he whispered, once again skillfully opening the bottle with one hand while stroking himself with the other. Ichigo keened and his whole body seemed to be flushed with exertion and need, sweat beading his forehead and causing his bangs to stick to him. Grimmjow swallowed thickly, he wasn't sure how much more he'd be able to take before his will dissolved completely. Shiro dipped three fingers in the oil and without warning plunged the first one into Ichigo's pink orifice. Ichigo mewled and dug his fingers into the sheets while his brother plundered his willing body. Grimmjow clenched his fists into the covers tightly, breathing heavily.
Shiro seemed oblivious to it all as he took his sweet time prepping his beloved twin. The second and third fingers were quick to follow suit, and within no time the albino found his brother's spongy bundle of nerves that had his back arch off the bed and cry out with a strangled moan.
Grimmjow, as it was, couldn't take it any longer. He had to taste one of them. Ripping off his own shorts (he always went commando) he stalked the orangette like a feral animal and captured his lips with his own. Grimmjow moaned at the taste, cool and citrus, and easily dominated the smaller male. Ichigo released a quivering sigh, and opened his mouth further to let the exotic man's tongue further explore his mouth while he tangled one hand into his surprisingly soft ultramarine hair, in the meantime obtaining a grip in his brother's hair as well.
Shiro, while jealous he no longer fully held his twin's attention, eyed the open expanse of deeply tanned flesh and smirked. Careful not to accidentally remove his fingers from his brother, the pure white male leaned forward and licked a lazy trail up Grimmjow's spine up to the base of his neck. The action forced him to plunge his fingers deeper into Ichigo, hitting those nerves again, and began a chain reaction. Ichigo moaned into Grimmjow's mouth, gripped both men's hair and yanked, and bucked into his brother's hand. Grimmjow growled and tangled his own hand in Ichigo's, unable to do anything to Shiro from this angle. Shiro groaned under the attractively fuzzy pain that came from his brother pulling his hair and began scissoring him wider, beginning to grow impatient for his brother's greedy hole. With ease, he pulled his fingers out, causing a remorseful whine from his brother, seeking fulfillment once more. Grimmjow gently yanked the smaller man's hair as his mouth pulled away and began mapping out other areas of his face, pausing to worry a bright red earlobe with his teeth and trailing downwards.
Ichigo panted heavily under the onslaught of passion from the two gorgeous men, his head thrown back in ecstasy when Grimmjow's hot tongue traced his left nipple. Shiro took advantage of his brother's distraction, quickly lubed his throbbing cock, and thrust it into Ichigo's tight and limber body. The redhead gasped and arched his back off the bed once more, providing more skin for Grimmjow to lavish his attention to. Shiro moaned at the tight velvet walls that encased his engorged member; Ichigo had eventually admitted that yes, he has been doing some sort of tightening exercises every day in order for his ass to stay so goddamn tight!
Shiro began to rock his hips forward, pushing further into Ichigo. It was hard to do the push and pull motion he so wanted to do, since his brother still had a firm grip in his hair. This time when he hit his brother's prostate, the orangette squeezed tightly around his brother's cock, due to the ecstasy he received from Grimmjow grazing his nipple with sharp canines. The snowy haired man moaned loudly, thrusting forward hard enough to push all three of them back an inch. Grimmjow pulled away from Ichigo's intoxicating skin to pay some attention to the white skinned man dominating the redhead. Shiro started violently when the blue haired man groped his ass, the sensation foreign to him; Ichigo's hands were smaller than Grimmjow's and didn't grip as hard, in the rare times he did such a thing. He shivered when a long hot tongue traced his neck, his thrusts into Ichigo beginning to slow.
Ichigo didn't like it when Grimmjow abandoned him, but now he was really frustrated now that his brother was distracted from relieving that hot coiling sensation in his belly. Ichigo wanted to cum and he wanted to now! With a growl he removed his hands from the two men (he was impressed he had kept the grip this far in) and pushed Shiro into the mattress, riding him shamelessly in front of Grimmjow. This only excited the blue haired male even further, and he slipped his hand in between the orangette's legs to stroke his steel hard member. Shiro moaned in bliss as his beautiful twin rode him, his eyes rolling back from the pleasure and erotic visual of his brother's ass swallowing his blushing cock.
"Fuck Ichigo….." Shiro mumbled as he met his brother's eager bounces with equally energetic lifts of his hips. "Yer too good a' this." He added as Ichigo ground his hips against his brother and Grimmjow's hand. Ichigo could only sigh in content as he was pleasured by the two men. In the end, the double stimulation overwhelmed him and he was finally sent over the edge with a pretty cry. The vice grip on Shiro's dick forced him into his own release, and the brothers collapsed on top of each other in sated bliss.
Grimmjow slowly clapped his hands, drawing their attention to him. He had a large feral-looking grin on his face that spoke volumes. "You two are something else you know that?" he asked rhetorically. Ichigo bit his lip and looked away, sheepish under the man's perverse gaze, whereas Shiro almost looked bored if it weren't for the sheen of sweat covering his person and the faint blush from exertion. This only amused the resort worker further. "I hope you aren't too tired, because I do think it's my turn." He stated, his voice growing raspy and wet with lust. His eyes focused on Shiro. "What do you say, Chandra? Will you let me worship your body like the heavenly being you represent?" he teased, earning a brilliant red blush on his companion's face, Ichigo snorting at his brother's embarrassment.
Ichigo was curious to see how his brother would take to the submissive role; clearly Grimmjow wasn't a submissive lover. Now that he thought about it, it was probably best to have Grimmjow wait before he take his still rather resistant brother. "Ah, but I was under the impression you were waiting for me?" Ichigo fake pouted, allowing his elder brother to sigh in relief. Grimmjow chuckled.
"You really want my cock into you so quickly after your brother? You must be more energetic than I took you for." Grimmjow purred, but still looked to all that alabaster skin that was begging him to mark it. He had an idea. "Shiro, sit behind your brother's head will you? You're not getting out of this that easily." He ordered. Confused, the albino man did as Grimmjow said; waiting curiously to see what he was planning, as was Ichigo. Grimmjow dipped two of his fingers into the oil and mercilessly thrust them both into Ichigo's still rather stretched hole. Due to the hypersensitivity Ichigo gasped and nearly placed his head into Shiro's lap. The snowy haired man bit his lip to keep from groaning when his brother's hair tickled his still sensitive cock.
Grimmjow didn't waste too much time stretching Ichigo out further, as his dick was starving for Ichigo's tight entrance (impressive for immediately after a round of sex). He pulled out his fingers, lined up and with a passion filled kiss entered the smaller man. He swallowed Ichigo's cry of surprise and lust while suppressing his own noise of desire as he continued entering the man. Soon enough he was filled up to the hilt, and being much taller than the twins, his head lightly connected to Shiro's stomach. Without giving a warning, when Grimmjow began thrusting into Ichigo he took Shiro's half-mast member into his mouth. He smirked when he tasted strawberry; so the lube was flavored was it? He enjoyed the taste; along with the tang of Ichigo's entrance and the salty/sweet flavor of Shiro's cum. The blue haired man waited patiently for both twins to get used to the sensations he inflicted onto them.
Ichigo gasped in shock, Grimmjow filled him in a way his brother couldn't. Don't get him wrong, he loved the feel of his brother's cock inside of him, but Grimmjow was just larger and it felt so weird yet so nice at the same time. His eyes widened in shock when the exotic man ignored his mouth in favor of sucking his brother's cock. It made him blush harder considering where it had just been after all and still…. He could see the elder man's Adams apple bounce up and down with the motion of swallowing his brother's member. He blushed when he stilled, getting a nice view of his tan throat. The elder man's weight on top of his body was hot and hard. He pressed his hips up against Grimmjow's when he decided he was taking too long to move.
Shiro opened his mouth and let out a silent scream when Grimmjow took him into his mouth. It was such a surprise to him, and he yelped when Grimmjow's sharp canines grazed his sensitive flesh. He was blushing pretty damn hard, and even though the smug bastard couldn't look up he probably knew it. Damn him for being so good at this! He threw his head back when a hot tongue traced the ridged vein underneath, flicking back and forth. He bucked into that hot wet mouth, moaning loudly. Without even noticing, he spread his legs even further, and he sighed in bliss.
Ichigo was beyond shocked at how easily his brother had taken to the submissive role. Sure, he gave his brother blow jobs all the time, but he never spread himself in such a way (he felt his brother's legs settle on either side of him) for him. A part of him was jealous Grimmjow was able to pull this side of his brother out that he couldn't, but then again, maybe this would make Shiro consider letting him top for once. He groaned under the sensation of utter fullness from Grimmjow's thick cock, and sucked the skin right under Grimmjow's Adam's apple. He swore he could almost feel Shiro's member pulsing inside the teal haired man's throat.
Grimmjow was in nirvana, he had to be; these twins were so damn addictive to the taste and made more beautiful sounds than even he could have imagined. Not to mention they were so responsive…..he almost chuckled when he felt Ichigo's hot tongue trace his throat, and let out an actual moan around the dick in his mouth when that heavenly mouth began to suck on the sensitive skin. He slowed his pace on both the twins when he noticed they were beginning to pick up the pace; he was the one in charge now and he would decide when they come. He wanted this to last as long as he was able to make it last, he had no idea when this opportunity would come again, and with only a week left with these sensual vixens he wanted to indulge while he could. Ironic how the resort employee was indulging himself on the guests he was supposed to be indulging?
Both twins whined their displeasure when the coiling in their stomachs lingered and then burned hotter. Grimmjow apologized gently by tracing Ichigo's cheek and giving a hard suck to Shiro before he slowed even further. Ichigo wished he was strong enough to throw Grimmjow off and finish pleasuring himself like he had with his brother, but Grimmjow was heavy and it would really hurt his brother in the process. So he raked one of his hands down his back and the other onto his firm ass and gripped as hard as he could. Shiro firmly planted both of his hands into Grimmjow's hair and clung tight enough that little shocks of pain ran down the elder man's spine. He realized he probably wasn't going to have the endurance to hold off his own release, what with these two and their incredible ministrations. So with a heavy heart he sped up his pace on both of them, allowing the groan he was withholding to vibrate across Shiro's cock.
Very soon, the snowy haired man arched his back and came with a sharp cry, filling the turquoise haired man's waiting throat with his seed. Ichigo also came with a much quieter gasp, his velvety walls clamping down on the intruder in his ass. Grimmjow felt more than saw his eyes roll to the back of his head when he came, seeing stars as he had what could possibly be labeled the best orgasm of his still relatively young life. They all panted heavily, Grimmjow pulling off of Shiro and out of Ichigo before rolling onto an unused portion of the bed. Shiro slumped forward, unable to speak coherently. Ichigo felt warm and gelatinous, like all the bones in his body had melted away from the intensity of that orgasm.
None of them could speak for the longest time, too amazed at just how incredible the sex had been. Soon enough though, Ichigo felt the heat from the coupling cool off and he shivered. Instinctively, both Grimmjow and Shiro curled up next to him to allow him to borrow some of their body heat. Ichigo and Shiro blushed vividly again at the intimacy; they were not quite used to the idea of sharing a bed with another. Grimmjow almost went hard again, but he willed it to go away; they were starting to look tired. He lazily reached out and covered the twins with the blanket that had been carelessly pulled to the side during their activities. They looked up with curiously and a little irritation, but not hurt. He shrugged.
"Sorry to leave you two so soon; it's been over two hours. Aizen will have my ass on a platter if he hears word about me leaving a guest's cabin. Besides, we don't need your sisters waking up to me in your rooms." He explained. Ichigo, at first annoyed one of his new heat sources was leaving, sighed and relented. There was no way he could ever explain this to his sisters, and he would feel pretty bad if Grimmjow got fired over them. Shiro merely waved and cuddled up next to his twin. Grimmjow had just pulled on his polo when they all heard the door knock, causing them all to freeze.
"Ichi-nii, Shiro-nii, are you two still inside?" Yuzu's sweet little voice very faintly called out. Grimmjow paled; he was royally fucked if the girl found out he was in her elder brothers' rooms, with both of them naked.
Ichigo was the first to take action, he threw Shiro's black swim shorts at him and hissed for him to get the door, all the while (still naked as the day he was born) pulling Grimmjow into the kitchenette and pushing the man onto the floor. Sure, they could have stayed in the bedroom, but he wanted to hear whatever it was Yuzu wanted, though he prayed it wasn't him. He was covered in soft love bites courtesy of Grimmjow; there would be hell to pay explaining to his innocent little sister why he was covered in little bite marks, why the blue haired man was in their bungalow, and why Shiro would be there as well. Shiro quickly wiped a towel over his face and then slung it over his shoulders, appearing as though he had just returned from the pool.
"Yo." The two men in hiding held their breaths. Yuzu let out a gasp of horror; Shiro-nii looked awful! "Ah, yer probably worried about ta cut aren't ya? It's no big deal; I just hit it at the pool." He answered rather honestly. Yuzu frowned; it was like her eldest brother to do something dangerous despite his physical limitations but still….
"Shiro-nii…you have really bad sunburn though…." She started reaching towards his still burning cheeks. One of the loathsome facts about being an albino was the absolutely awful moments when blushes actually linger for an unknown period of time. The blood just doesn't go back to other parts of his body like it should. Shiro pressed a cool hand to one of his glowing cheeks and winced.
"Yeah, yeah, what else is new? It's not tha' big a deal Yuzu, I'm fine." He stated a little coolly. He didn't want to be snappish with his baby sister, but it truly drove him nuts when people were overreacting around him. He was pale, big fucking deal! So he bruised or burned easily, he wasn't made of paper! Yuzu bit her lip.
"I know. Sorry." She muttered. "Ne, where's Ichi-nii?" she asked, craning her head to look inside. The two hidden men froze. Shiro snorted.
"Pretty sure he went off ta find Grimmjow an' get more a' those candies his sister gave me ta try an' cheer me up. Tha' or he's blowin' off some steam from all tha' yelling he did ta me fer being careless again." He remarked lightly. Yuzu giggled; that sounded like her big brother. "So ya wide awake now? 'Bout damn time, it's nearly ten. Sleepin' in is my job." He teased. Ichigo had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. Yuzu pouted.
"Well you try staying up so late and then waking up at a normal time!" she protested weakly, Shiro was too silver tongued and he would be able to win the argument before it was even started. "Fine, make fun of me, but promise me you are staying in for the rest of the day? We don't need you getting sun poisoning." She pleaded. Shiro snorted, tousling her hair.
"Trust me, I ain't heading out fer ta rest a' ta day." He stated calmly, causing the men hiding in the kitchen shiver slightly. Speaking of which, Grimmjow couldn't help but grow hard again when Ichigo huddled closer, his naked body pressed against him. Ichigo started when he felt the familiar sensation of hardness press up against his bare back. He shot the turquoise man an exasperated look, to which the other man could only shrug in return.
"Well okay. Karin and I are going to go to the beach and enjoy the nice weather. Say hi to Grimmjow for me!" she said, before going off to catch up to her less than patient sister. Shiro gave a sigh of relief and closed the door. Grimmjow got up first and leaned against the countertop.
"Damn, that could have been the worst timing in the history of awkward moments." He muttered, relieved he would still have a job after that little incident. Ichigo scowled as he walked past the teal haired man.
"You want to talk about awkward moments? What the hell were you doing, getting another erection while my sister was at the door?" he snapped, returning partially clothed in a large white tee that barely kept him modest. Both Grimmjow and Shiro mourned the loss.
"Oi, I can't help that I have a healthy sex appeal." He defended half-heartedly, not even trying to keep the grin off of his face. Ichigo sent him a dirty look. "Alright, alright; clearly I have overstayed my welcome. You know where to find me if you need me. Enjoy your day inside." He turned and smirked at the snowy haired man still wearily guarding the door, as if worried another person might walk by and see Grimmjow leave their hut. "Don't worry Shiro; if anyone sees me I'll just tell them about the pool incident. Simple as that." He clapped the man on the shoulder. "Take care of yourself too. You'll want to take care of that head wound and that…..'sunburn' you got there." He remarked before exiting, leaving the flustered albino to sputter indignantly.
Shiro huffed as he headed to a floor length mirror. The blush was going to fade away within the hour, but it wouldn't hurt to add some sun block in order to keep off any unnecessary exposure off of his cheeks and cool his face a little. Ichigo knew watching TV would be pointless since there were likely no channels in their native Japanese, so he let in enough light that he'd be able to read yet another book. Shiro snorted; his brother the bookworm. Ichigo raised an eyebrow at his elder brother. If he was expecting him to cater to his every whim because he got a little cut he was crazy; he had a ton of books he'd love to get through before they go back home.
"You aren't going to get bored on me are you? I am not going to find some way to entertain you." He warned him. Shiro rolled his eyes and plopped down on the couch, resting his head on Ichigo's lap. "….excuse you." He muttered, bemused at his twin's actions. Shiro smiled cheekily.
"Aw come on King, I'm just tryin' ta enjoy a little peace an' quiet with ma' favorite person." He cooed. Ichigo rolled his eyes and continued reading. This continued for several long minutes, with Ichigo flipping a page once he was done, and Shiro merely enjoying the silence of it all before he broke it. "Ne, ya really think it was a good idea ta include Grimmjow?" Ichigo froze before putting the book on the side table.
"I'm not sure. Now that everything's been said and done, I can't help but feel like we might have actually gotten ourselves into trouble. What if…he actually falls for one of us? Or even…" he wouldn't say it; it would hurt Shiro too much as well as himself to even consider it, let alone admit it out loud. Sure enough, Shiro's eyebrows knitted together and he pursed his lips. "Don't worry Aniki, I'll always be yours." He promised with a soft smile, bending over slightly to give his elder brother a kiss.
Shiro found himself relaxing into the kiss and did his best to forget about that troubling little thought. Ichigo was right; they were only here for a few more days, Grimmjow would be crazy to try for something more.
…..
The sun had set, and Ichigo closed his fourth book since Grimmjow's departure. Shiro's cut was freshly rewrapped and his 'sun burn' was sufficiently removed, much to the snowy haired man's relief. The girls ended up enjoying the crystalline waters of the ocean and played soccer on the beach for quite some time before heading back out to the villages with Grimmjow to translate for them. They were going to other villages on the island this time and were given the same amount of money as last time. So the boys had been free to do whatever they please.
That meant Ichigo had gone through almost half of the books he had brought to the island. He had already returned Halibel's book a few short hours ago. After an hour of doing nothing but lying on his younger twin's lap, Shiro decided to do some exercises to release some pent up energy. Once that was done, the albino played some games on his phone to pass the time. It was difficult to keep him entertained; he wasn't like his brother who was content with reading the day away. It was around eleven at night (they had went out to grab something to eat around eight) when he heard a knock at the door. Assuming it was Karin and Yuzu back from wherever they had gone, Shiro opened the door to find no one. Then he looked down.
On the doormat to the bungalow were two neatly wrapped parcels, with both his and Ichigo's names nowhere near as skillfully written on. Shiro looked around him; he couldn't see anyone. Out of the corner of his eye he saw that there were two parcels on Karin and Yuzu's doorstep as well. Assuming it was some special guest thing the resort did for their guests, Shiro merely raised an eyebrow and brought the two packages inside. Ichigo looked up from; you guessed it, another book to see the packages in his brother's arms.
"Who did those come from?" he asked, putting the book down. Shiro shrugged as he placed on the island countertop.
"Dunno. There's two fer Karin an' Yuzu on their door so I'm guessin' it's some sort a' resort thing." He suggested. Ichigo got up from the couch and picked up the one with his name scrawled on. It was somewhat heavy for a box of its size and had beige colored wrapping paper with a pretty sea green ribbon tied in a bow to finish it off. Shiro's gift was roughly the same size, but with silver wrapping paper and a black bow instead.
Settling at the dining table, Ichigo carefully unwrapped his gift; whoever put this much effort into wrapping shouldn't have it go to waste. He gasped as it was revealed to be four very thick books. The titles indicated that they were about the mythology of Hindu gods and folklore, a history of Yasawa Island, as well as a traditional Hindu cookbook. It looked remarkably pricy. There was no way this was a simply 'thank you for choosing us' gift from the resort, especially because now that he thought about it, why bother sending something like that in the middle of the guests' stay? He vaguely noticed the piece of paper sticking out of the first book and plucked it out.
'To Ichigo, after seeing how much you love reading, I had figured you would enjoy these. Please accept them as a token of my friendship. Do not worry yourself about the price; I called in a favor. I have never met such an…..energetic person before. I find myself wanting to explore more of you. You shall remain with me long after your departure. Thank you for choosing Yasawa.' – Grimmjow. Ichigo blinked repeatedly; Grimmjow had sent him these books? His Japanese was superb, but it appears his kanji and hiragana was still in the works, a little shaky and overly formal. He couldn't help the tug on his lips as he stared at the note, a small blush appearing on his face. That dork….when had he found the time to do something like this?
A strangled yelp broke him out of his thoughts and he turned to his brother, whose blush had returned with a fierce comeback. On the table lay the unwrapped gift (nowhere nearly as neat as Ichigo had been) and inside could be seen a large assortment of candies. Ichigo had no doubt Grimmjow had sent the gift to Shiro as well. He glanced at Shiro's hands and bit his lip to keep from laughing. In one hand was a note that Shiro was reading from. In the other was a mini marble statue of a handsome young man. Given the smooth pure white coloring of the miniature statue Ichigo was safe to assume it was of the infamous Chandra.
Shiro had been at first gleefully surprised, as the first layer of the gift had been of the sweets and candies. He had been halfway through pulling them out when he noticed the small little head staring back at him. Curious, he had pulled the head out to reveal the corresponding body and little pedestal the statue was attached to. Even though he wasn't very good at reading English there was little doubt he already knew what the small phrase read; Chandra, god of the moon. He could feel a blush creep onto his face before he noticed the note still buried in the box.
'Shiro, Nel told me about your insatiable love of sweets and candies and insisted I give you the sweets she made and the best candies we have found on the island. Enjoy them as a token of my friendship. I do hope you enjoy the extra gift I added personally.
P.S. I still intend on worshipping your ethereal body. Expect that before your departure. Thank you for choosing Yasawa.' –Grimmjow. Shiro's hand shook as he tightly held the miniature, mortified and embarrassed at the same time. Ichigo's undignified snort of laughter broke him out of his thoughts. He glared coldly at his brother. Ichigo shook his head.
"I'm sorry, but that little statue….." he began, but ended up laughing once more. Shiro's scowl grew darker, and he slammed the poor figurine onto the table, almost wishing it would crack. Ichigo pouted and pulled the marble statue out of his brother's clutch. "Oh come on, it was a sweet gesture." He teased, taking the time to actually look at it now that it was in his hands. The face was classically handsome, and the body was chiseled rather flatteringly. He smiled softly. "Well, I guess we have our answer for earlier don't we Aniki?" he asked, carefully putting the mini statue back in its box it came with. Shiro's scowl only deepened further. "What did he write to you? I'll let you see what he wrote to me?" he offered in a sing-song voice.
Naturally, he knew that immediately after seeing the note, Shiro's rage would double as well as his possessiveness. But in all honesty, he really wanted some of that possessive behavior from his lover. It allowed Shiro to feel like he was back in charge again, even though he clearly wasn't. Indeed, Ichigo's prediction was true (and he couldn't help but chuckle again at the promise Grimmjow made), and he found himself slung over his brother's back and headed for the bedroom. As the night went on, the little marble statue was forgotten for the time being.
…
"Wow, those dances were so spiritual! I feel as though I was one with the culture! You know what I mean?" Yuzu gushed as Grimmjow drove them back. Karin rolled her eyes but smiled nonetheless. Grimmjow smirked at the different attitudes of the twin sisters. Both Yuzu's excitable aura and Karin's aloof relaxed aura were pleasant and entertaining to the teal haired man. They carried a few small gifts they had bought from the village's stores. That gave Grimmjow a little idea…..
Later that night, Karin woke up to some knocks on the door. She groggily stared at the clock; it was almost fricken midnight. She wasn't planning on pulling another late night. She opened the door and saw two packages with Yuzu and her names' on them…
…
"…So Grimmjow gave you two gifts last night?" Ichigo asked nonchalantly as they enjoyed their breakfast. Shiro remained calm on the outside, but inside he was boiling with rage. Yuzu nodded happily.
"He's so sweet! He got Karin a rugby ball with the Fijian logo, and he got me this sun dress!" she beamed sweetly, loving the pretty patterns of pure white dolphins lining the hem of the dress, and the pure white darkening to turquoise that adorned the fabric. Grimmjow had yet to see them today, since they knew by now how to get to the restaurant. "Ne, ne, did you receive something Ichi-nii? Shiro-nii?" she asked, leaning forward. Karin raised an eyebrow but otherwise didn't nothing but enjoy her fruit smoothie. Ichigo grinned sheepishly.
"We did actually. Grimmjow gave me some books about the island and its culture. Shiro got…." He trailed off slightly at the warning look he got from his brother. "….some sweets that Nel apparently made along with some candy." He explained quietly. Karin raised both her eyebrows at that.
"Books are sort of expensive though aren't they? And they are probably in English or whatever language is written here." She pointed out. He nodded; unfortunately they were, but he was looking forward to learning the Hindu language as well as touch up on his English. "Wow. I wonder if gift giving is a part of their culture. Too bad we have nothing to give to him in return." She mused. Yuzu nodded in sympathy while the elder two flinched; oh the innocence of their sisters was a blessing and a curse at the same time. "Well, I'm full. At the very least we should go find him and thank him properly, especially since you are wearing the gift he gave to you Yuzu." She suggested, pushing away from the table.
It wasn't hard to find him; he was laughing and joking with Starrk on the other side of the restaurant. Starrk seemed to float to the background as all four (albeit Shiro being rather reluctant with an expression in his eyes that didn't meet his smile) thanked him. Grimmjow merely smiled humbly and waved off the notion that they had to somehow pay him back. He bid the girls a good day, his eyes lingering on the two elder men. Ichigo was the one to break off the conversation, not wanting Shiro to end up making a scene. Ichigo shook the man's hand before turning back to his siblings. All four headed off towards the beach. Starrk hummed thoughtfully.
"You actually went out of your way to get all of them gifts? You should be so lucky Aizen doesn't find out." He warned lazily, though the threat was empty; he wasn't going to be the one to cost Grimmjow his job, besides, he knew about his interest in the male twins. Grimmjow's smile softened as he watched the family of four walk away.
"Yeah, yeah, go ahead and mock me. I ended up really liking them. Their family had been suffering for quite some time it seems. I figured I would do my part to make it less of a burden." He murmured. Starrk took notice of the tone in his voice.
"The two young men are very attractive, albeit in a strange way don't you think?" he asked offhandedly. Grimmjow flinched. "Oi, no need to get so tense; I am not interested in them and I really couldn't care less if you were falling head over heels. It's just stupidity on your part; they only have four more days here." He reminded his longtime friend. In truth, he was a little bothered; he didn't want to see Grimmjow get hurt in the end. Grimmjow shrugged.
"I know that. But the whole family just seems so…..interesting. I can't imagine how they manage to smile as genuinely as they do after losing both their parents so young." He admitted. Starrk raised an eyebrow.
"You are one to talk; you just lost your father last year." He remarked, causing a scowl to appear on his friend's handsome face. "All I am saying is that you shouldn't allow yourself to get too attached. Regardless of what you said all those years ago, you and I both know you aren't planning on leaving the island anytime soon, let alone to follow some hot young tail." He teased at the very end, pulling out a particular drink that Grimmjow liked. Grimmjow wordlessly accepted the drink, not hearing what his friend was saying. He was looking at his hand under the table. Ichigo had slipped him a note during the handshake.
'Words alone will not express my thanks for the generous gift. Come over later tonight and we will BOTH express our gratitudewhere words fail us.' –Ichigo.
…
Shiro was, for once, not exactly in the mood for sex. He couldn't help but feel that mixture of anger and embarrassment whenever he looked at the figurine that Ichigo insisted on keeping. Ichigo snorted as he looked to the clock, five to ten. He had managed to coax his sisters in going to bed early on the promise he would take them scuba diving early tomorrow morning.
"I ain't happy with this idea, Ichigo." Shiro frowned. Ichigo rolled his eyes; if Shiro was that disgusted at the idea of letting a man take him instead of the other way around, he wouldn't have let Ichigo write the note. Ichigo merely gave his pointed look that merely repeated what he had been thinking to himself. Shiro blushed slightly. "I ain't a bottom. Ya know tha'. Ya really wanna watch me get takin'?" he asked cautiously. Ichigo sighed.
"In truth….no Shiro I don't." he admitted. Shiro was about to sigh in relief and find some way to tell Grimmjow change of plans before his brother, his sweet non-aggressive brother, gave him a cruel smile. "I would rather it was me taking your last shred of innocence, but you wouldn't even offer that to me. What better way than to watch?" He asked casually, almost too casually. Shiro blinked; had denying his brother the chance to top him really bothered him that much? "I won't let him hurt you Shiro and I can tell you from experience that it is an enjoyable experience, you just won't give new things a chance like you should." He explained. Before Shiro could refute that he wasn't against trying new things, there was a knock at the door. Ichigo rose up and walked past his dumbfounded brother.
Grimmjow wasn't expecting the tense atmosphere when Ichigo opened the door. Idly he wondered if now was the best time to have sex before Ichigo offered him a gentle smile. He forced a quick smile on his face as well. Shiro watched the two of them with dull eyes and crossed arms, still not over what his brother had just said.
"Heh, I wasn't expecting you to actually keep it." Grimmjow grinned, looking to the little marble Chandra staring proudly back at him from the living room. Shiro huffed and grumbled under his breath. Ichigo rolled his eyes at his brother as he closed the door. Grimmjow definitely noticed the tension now and shifted uncomfortably. "…..Are you two sure you both want to do this?" he asked as Ichigo began taking off his shirt. Ichigo froze in the act, and Shiro looked up in surprise. Grimmjow held his hands up in peace. "Hey, do not get me wrong, nothing is more hot than a threesome but I ain't into half willing things." He merely explained.
Seeing Grimmjow willing to give up his own pleasure for Shiro's sake gave the albino a warm feeling in his gut. He bit his lip. "Naw, it ain't tha'," he admitted. Two pairs of eyes looked at him in surprise. He shifted his weight from one leg to the other. "I uh….I wanna do this but, I think it's only fair if Ichi takes me first ya know?" he confessed uncomfortably, but at the very least was not blushing like a damn woman anymore. Not to mention, the look in both his brother's and Grimmjow's eyes took the unease right out of him. Ichigo's eyes were bright with excitement and love, whereas Grimmjow's was full of unadulterated lust and desire.
Without further ado, Ichigo launched himself at his twin and kissed him passionately. Shiro stumbled slightly, and found himself lifted into the air once again by Grimmjow. This time it didn't bother him as he allowed his beloved brother to dominate everything; the kiss, the passion, the control. It felt kind of nice to give the reigns over to someone else.
Grimmjow laid them on the bed but instead of being merely on the sidelines, he became an immediately active part of the first round of sex. That there would be numerous rounds went without saying. He eagerly peeled off his own shirt and shorts as well as Ichigo's skinny jeans while Ichigo tried to remove his brother's shirt without detaching his lips with little success. Reluctantly the orangette briefly pulled away from his brother to remove the offending material while Grimmjow helpfully assisted in removing his own shirt. Shiro couldn't help but tense instinctively when Ichigo removed his shorts. Grimmjow noticed, and put his large warm hands on the albino's shoulders and moved in random circles.
Shiro moaned at the feeling of those glorious hands working the stiff muscles in his shoulders and visibly relaxed. Ichigo took this opportunity to explore his brother's body in ways he hadn't been able to before. His heart hammered with excitement as he traced his hands over every inch of his brother's beautiful snow white body. Shiro jolted in surprise when Ichigo traced a pattern just to the right of his belly button. He never knew he was so sensitive there. Grimmjow smirked as he watched the almost child-like glee Ichigo exuded as he continued his little adventure.
Ichigo couldn't say he's ever been this hard before, nor this excited to have sex. He was finally going to top his brother. After four years, it was his turn to shower the other in love and attention he so desperately deserved. He licked that spot that made Shiro spasm slightly, then blew on it just to see what would happen.
Grimmjow couldn't believe this was Ichigo's first time taking his brother as Shiro groaned loudly and threw his head back into Grimmjow's shoulder when Ichigo blew on the sensitive skin. His hands slid down Shiro's back to come around his flat stomach, his fingers 'accidentally' brushing against that pleasure point. The albino keened under the ministrations and bucked his hips up shamelessly. The ultramarine haired man gave a knowing look to the redhead in front of him. Ichigo grinned as he turned around to grab the strawberry flavored lubricant. Grimmjow leaned back slightly until his head lightly tapped the headboard, pulling the flushed albino with him. Shiro's legs unconsciously spread themselves in response, revealing his twitching erection and virgin hole to the other two men. Grimmjow's own throbbing cock ground against the albino's backside.
Ichigo poured a generous amount of lube onto his fingers, warming it up quickly before sitting in between his brother's spread legs, making it impossible for him to close them. He gave his own signal to Grimmjow, who captured Shiro's lips with his own. Satisfied his brother would be distracted; Ichigo quickly inserted one slippery finger into his brother. Shiro's eyes snapped open and he gave a muffled yell into Grimmjow's mouth as his body tried to reject the foreigner that breached him. Grimmjow merely rubbed his fingers against that pleasure spot next to his stomach once again and Shiro melted under his touch, his body relaxing enough to not cut off the circulation to his brother's finger.
Ichigo bit his lip as his finger was swallowed into that tight hot heat. Damn, if this is what he felt like the first time, he was shocked Shiro hadn't come right then and there; he was fairly close already just enjoyed the tightness around his finger. Once he was sure Shiro was relaxed enough, he pressed another finger in. Shiro whimpered slightly as the strange feeling dissipated into a burning that shot up his spine, and not in a good way. Ichigo shushed his brother; he knew this would be painful no matter how careful he was. He allowed his brother a few seconds to adjust before beginning the motion of scissoring him open.
Shiro gasped into the kiss; fuck that shit hurt! How did his brother endure this for so long? More importantly, when was the good part going to come? Grimmjow took his free hand that wasn't stroking his erogenous zone and wrapped around his wilting member. At the familiar spark of pleasure Shiro tried to remind himself that it was coming, and found a rhythm of balancing the pain of being stretched open and the pleasure of Grimmjow's hot hand on his throbbing cock. Soon, it began to merge more towards pleasure again. Ichigo was not taking any chances; he had felt how large Grimmjow's cock was inside of him and quickly added the third and then fourth finger into his brother's more and more pliant body.
This time the burn went away rather quick and Shiro found himself more eager to kiss back against Grimmjow, moving his arms up to trail up one muscular arm and another into his hair. Grimmjow moaned into the vigorous kiss and cracked an eye open to see how Ichigo was doing. The redhead was flustered, but his eyes were still just as excited and bright as before. Currently he was slathering on the lube onto his steel hard member, his movement jerky and fast. Grimmjow chuckled when he broke away for air; Ichigo was still unexperienced at the seme. The noise broke Ichigo out of his brief masturbation session, and he inched closer. Shiro's hair was matted to his forehead; a light sheen of sweat covered his body, making him look like he was actually glowing in the moonlight. Ichigo had an idea this was what Grimmjow saw when he referred to Shiro as the physical entity of the moon god. Not want to lose his nerve, Ichigo captured his brother's lips with his own just as he pressed the head of his erection into the quivering hole.
Shiro whimpered again as the burning sensation returned ten-fold. Grimmjow's slow and steady motion on his cock wasn't enough to drown out the pain. The redhead and the ultramarine haired man took turns between kissing Shiro and each other, Grimmjow teasingly letting Ichigo dominate the kiss as he was the one in the dominant position for the time being before driving his tongue back in. All the while, Ichigo pushed in slowly inch by inch until he was fully sheathed into his brother. The brothers' moaned in symphony at the tightness and the feeling of being filled respectively. Ichigo had surprisingly more patience than he thought as he waited for his brother to get used to the still strange feeling on being so full and stretched, but damn! Was this what semes felt? It was incredible!
Grimmjow moaned as the consistent rocking motion caused friction to his otherwise neglected cock. It wasn't enough that his dick was sliding in between Shiro's crack and almost touching Ichigo's at this point, so he bucked into the two.
Shiro yelped in ecstasy as he was bounced onto his brother's cock. Oh god, was this was Ichigo felt all the time? Why didn't he tell him it felt this amazing? His breath caught in his throat as Ichigo pushed in and out, starting a rhythm with Grimmjow while he flopped about feeling boneless in between them. Grimmjow shuffled him in his lap, and when Ichigo pushed back into him, he felt something inside of him be grazed, but it was enough that he saw stars briefly.
Ichigo sighed in relief when he finally found his elder brother's prostate. It wouldn't be a true experience if he wasn't able to reach it. He hammered into the spongy bud over and over again, loving the tiny sounds of gasps escaping from his lover's throat.
It continued on like this for another five minutes before Shiro came violently and with a silent scream. His cum splashed onto all three of them, disappearing onto his pure white skin. The tightening of his brother's entrance around him quickly drew out his own orgasm, his brother's still twitching orifice milking him of his cum. Seeing the looks of bliss on the twins' faces, coupled with the friction that had engulfed his own organ drew Grimmjow to his own release, and they all sat there slumped over onto one another, breathing heavily. Grimmjow lapped up the cum on his hand, relishing the salty tang.
Grimmjow was the first to recover; oddly enough as he was the last to cum. He grinned and licked a salty trail up Shiro's neck. Shiro whined as everything felt hypersensitive. Ichigo reluctantly pulled out of his brother and surveyed his handiwork. There were no marks, as expected while on vacation, but his elder twin was a mess. His normally in-control, cocky elder brother had unraveled under his touch, and Ichigo couldn't help but feel proud to accomplish such a feat. Shiro shivered slightly as leftover cum dribbled out of his abused red hole. Grimmjow chuckled again.
"I'm impressed with the stamina on both of you. Most new to either side end up coming much earlier." He praised as he pulled away from the two, giving them space to recover. Shiro was still breathing rather raggedly as he glared at the older man.
"Well…..wha' ta hell are ya runnin' on then? Yer older tha' us an' yet yer already hard again." He snapped. Grimmjow mocked pouted.
"Aw, what are you trying to say? That I'm supposed to be slowing down?" he laughed. "Not a chance Shiro. I have a healthy sex drive and I intend on keeping it that way. You're just out of breath since it was your first time as a bottom." He offered, though he nonetheless walked out of the bedroom and returned with two bottles of water. Ichigo gratefully took his bottle and chugged it down. Grimmjow's cock twitched again. "Easy Ichigo, or else I might find a new item for you to swallow." He muttered roughly, his voice thick with lust. Ichigo blushed slightly; he never knew how exhausting being on top was. Shiro sipped his water at a much more leisurely pace. He tried to sit up properly and felt a large shock of pain travel up his spine. He yelped and fell backwards, nearly spilling his water. Ichigo winced; he had forgotten to warn his brother about the aftermath.
"Wha' ta fuckin' hell was tha'? I feel like someone shot me in ta spine!" he cried, rubbing his poor lower back. Grimmjow replaced his hands with his own larger, much warmer ones. Shiro felt his eyes start to fall closed at the comforting sensation. Ichigo snorted.
"You're pretty good at this Grimmjow. Just how healthy is your sex drive?" he teased, placing both his and Shiro's bottles on the nightstand. Grimmjow gave a dramatic gasp of shock, removing one hand and placing it on his heart.
"Ichigo I'm shocked! Are you inferring I am a whore?" he asked in mock incredulity. Both brothers snickered at his antics, ignoring the pang of hurt in their hearts at how similar the reaction was to something their dad would have done years ago. "Tch, I don't need to grace that with an answer. But I will tell you I keep myself clean at the very least. I doubted you two had slept with others beforehand….." he trailed off; satisfied at the twin burning faces that glared back at him.
"…..Shut up or we'll kick you out." Ichigo threatened. Well, Grimmjow would hate to let that threat come into fruit and he swiftly latched onto the other man's swollen lips. Ichigo melted into the kiss and pouted when Grimmjow pulled away. The bastard had a cat got the cream and canary look on his face.
"You were saying?" he rasped. Shiro snorted at the dazed look in his brother's eyes. "And you," he gave a heated, pointed look to Shiro. "Don't think I've forgotten about you." He stated, licking his lips. Shiro bit his lip and tried to close his legs, still not quite hard yet. "Ah-ah, no you don't….Chandra." he whispered in his ear as he spread his legs once again. Shiro whimpered, knowing he was going to be embarrassed quickly. "Oh come on now, don't get shy on me. We all have the same bits and pieces after all." He sang, before claiming those puffy pink lips. Shiro struggled weakly for a moment, before relenting and lying back on the pillow. Ichigo watched with curiosity. He was impressed that Grimmjow was so willingly to have another round of sex literally minutes after the first round, but then again he hadn't actually been involved in the traditional sense of sex. Shiro then pulled away and held Grimmjow at bay, a stern look on his face. The other two were surprised but Grimmjow didn't show it.
"All I'm gonna say is tha' this is my body. Ya wanna worship it, fine. But ya better damn well listen to me if ya ever want ta touch me again before we go." He threated, and somehow reminding himself that this was only temporary stung a little. "My name is Shiro ya bastard." He snarled, his hands curling into the other man's flesh tightly. "If I hear ya call me Chandra one more fuckin' time, I ain't lettin' ya touch me ever again. Clear?" he snapped, his eyes bright and fierce. Grimmjow found himself growing just a little bit harder at the challenging tone, and Ichigo couldn't fight off the soft smile that graced his lovely features at seeing the headstrong elder brother that he knew and loved come back.
Grimmjow gave him a feral grin. "Sure thing….Shiro." he remarked, no longer in the mood for talking and latching onto a pale pink nipple, causing the younger man to hitch his breath and lean off the bed into the warm moist cavern. Ichigo's own nipples pebbled at the sight, yearning to be under that talented mouth once again. Shiro took notice of his lonely twin sitting at the edge of the bed. While Grimmjow was distracted, shiro shakily held up a hand and motioned for Ichigo to come closer. The orangette crawled forward, and kissed what the turquoise haired man was not. Shiro mewled under the doubly intense sensation. Grimmjow smirked above one erect nipple and reached up to grab a handful of Ichigo's full bottom.
Ichigo yelped and curled into his elder brother as though to hide himself from the lecherous elder man. Shiro snorted; Ichigo was real damn sensitive about people touching his ass, he didn't even like it when he did it. The redhead moaned, and rubbed his erection against his brother's thigh in hopes of relieving some pressure. Grimmjow noted how Shiro's legs fell open a little more and nipped lower down his torso inching closer to his prize. He froze when he tasted the slightly salty tang of semen. Shiro's cum from the first time. It camouflaged onto his pure white skin. Grimmjow smirked as he lapped up the salty treat, making sure to trace his tongue against that spot that sent Shiro into involuntary spasms. Once he was done with his treat he continued his trek lower.
Shiro shuddered violently as something wet and pliant entered one of the most secret places on his body. Grimmjow relished the taste just as he had with Ichigo though he had to admit, for some reason, Shiro's cum tasted sweeter; though that could be from all the candy he seemed to eat. Ichigo keened as his brother ignored him. Shiro, dazed from where Grimmjow's tongue was, went to stroke his brother's face but missed and brushed against one of his nipples. The sensitive bud sent a spark up and down Ichigo's body, and he relished the feeling, rewarding his lover with a fond kiss. Grimmjow looked up after heard the sound of gentle kissing. Well, that wouldn't do; it was his turn to worship Shiro. He grabbed the lube and covered two of his fingers before removing his tongue and shoving his fingers in.
Shiro hissed in pain as he was refilled abruptly. Grimmjow made quick work; he was still rather loose but if he didn't want it to hurt he would need to endure a little more before taking him fully. Ichigo was more experienced as a bottom, which is why he wasn't as meticulous yesterday. Once he was sure that Shiro wouldn't tear under him, he covered himself in the sweet smelling liquid and entered him swiftly.
Ichigo glared at Grimmjow when Shiro let out a strangled yelp of pain, his handsome features scrunched up in pain. Grimmjow merely gave him a pointed look while staying still. But that in itself was difficult; there really wasn't anything like a fairly virgin body. Ichigo relented and kissed the tears out of Shiro's eyes, stroking his hair and rubbing his shoulder with his free hand to help him relax. Grimmjow grabbed one of Ichigo's calves and pulled him down slightly when Shiro had adjusted fully. Without giving him a proper warning, he slipped Ichigo's cock underneath his hard body, allowing it to rub against him and Shiro's prior neglected erection. The sensation was incredible; all three moaned loudly (thank Yasawa the walls were sound proof) as the two cocks rubbed in a crisscross fashion against Grimmjow's stomach.
Shiro couldn't take the overload of stimulation; Grimmjow had been hitting his prostate dead on since the first beginning. The pleasure was addicting, he could feel his release coiling in his stomach once again. Grimmjow felt the body underneath him begin to tighten, and quickly slipped his hand in between the three of them and squeezed the base of his cock. Shiro whined and bumped his hips against the hard body and Ichigo's own throbbing erection, wanting nothing more in that instance than to come.
Grimmjow shook his head, maintaining his steady rhythm. "Not yet Shiro, I plan on drawing this out. Much longer than yesterday." He remarked. To prove his point, his pace became tortuously slow. Both Shiro and Ichigo groaned and tried to reach their end through each other, though Grimmjow was quick enough to grab onto Ichigo's cock as well so that all he felt was a phantom orgasm. He rolled his eyes. "I just told we were going to make this last, you morons." He muttered, going even slower as punishment.
Ichigo keened and writhed in his grip. The worst part was that in his agony, Shiro was pinching Ichigo's nipple, which forced wave after wave of empty orgasms. It was driving him crazy and if he bit his lip any harder, it was surely going to bleed. That gave him an idea. He bit harder and indeed his mouth filled with the taste of iron. He whimpered loudly and jutted his lower lip, the blood pooling slightly.
Grimmjow didn't have many weaknesses, but blood was one of them. No, he wasn't squeamish; rather, he loved the taste of it. Call it one of his more primal instincts, but he truly loved the taste of blood in the middle of the throes of passion. Not that Ichigo had known that of course, but he just needed a taste…...
Shiro felt the hand around his cock loosen slightly, and impaled himself on the behemoth that Grimmjow called a cock and moaned in bliss when he could finally see those stars again. Grimmjow froze; his mouth was just a breath away from the glistening pools of red. He scowled and tried to control himself as the walls around him tried to milk him for all he was worth. He held strong though, and pulled the redhead's mouth to his, practically inhaling the sweet coppery blood and sucked, suckling Ichigo's lip like a babe would its mother. He jerked forward, rubbing Ichigo and Shiro's cocks together one more time. This time it brought him over the edge, but Ichigo went over first with a coarse shout. He pulled out of Shiro and finishing drawing blood from Ichigo's now very swollen red lips. He frowned.
"You two are very poor sports." He muttered, though the taste of the redhead's blood kept him from being truly disappointed. Shiro snorted.
"Ya know, ta sex was good an' all, but I don't think I was bein' worshipped. Wha' ta ya think, Otouto?" he asked languidly. Ichigo chuckled as well when Grimmjow smacked the white haired man on the stomach lightly, coming back a little sticky.
"Forgive me for being a little distracted, though that was why I was trying to drag it out you impatient asshole." He muttered, licking his hand clean. Ichigo made a face.
"Ugh, what is it with you and body fluids? It's one thing to suck someone off or do so during sex, but during the afterglow…and you just drank my fucking blood. What are you, some sort of sex vampire?" Ichigo wondered. Shiro barked out a laugh when Grimmjow rolled his eyes.
"I got my fetishes, I'm sure you have yours, Mr. I-fuck-my-twin-brother." He retorted, causing Ichigo to look sheepish.
"Touché, but I ain't putting my lips on yours again until you rinse your mouth out. Grimmjow causally grabbed one of the forgotten water bottles –Ichigo's actually- and finished it off, making a big show of swishing the water in his mouth. Shiro cackled and Ichigo couldn't help but connect his palm to his forehead at the immature behavior. Grimmjow swallowed and grinned, no trace of blood or cum on his pure white teeth.
"There, now everyone's happy." He purred before pulling the other man forward. Once again Ichigo had to wonder just how healthy Grimmjow's sex drive was, the bastard was hard again. Maybe he really was a sex vampire. He soon lost all rational thought though as the elder man sucked at his pulse on his neck. Shiro, although still sore from the two rounds of taking it up the ass, still made himself an active part in this third round. 'Ah well, at least I know what it feels like now. No wonder Ichi loves it so much.' He thought as he followed his two partners into carnal passion.
…
Ichigo had been true to his words about taking the girls scuba diving, and Shiro swore he had never seen Karin so passionate about anything but soccer. She, not Yuzu, was the one babbling excitedly about the experience, about how clear the water was, and how cool the aquatic life was and so on. Yuzu threw in her own excited experiences as well, but it was clear Karin had a new passion in water activities. Shiro declined to go on account that he was more interested in eating fish than watching them swim around, but also because he was very, very sore. He had no idea how his brother was able to walk after taking in Grimmjow's cock, but then again, he had been sore after taking in Ichigo's as well. Perhaps it got better over time. Maybe…..Ichigo has been the bottom for four years now and he seemed just fine.
Shiro was broken out of his thoughts when the girls started giving him looks of irritation, Ichigo smirking with a knowing smile. Crap; they caught him not listening. He rolled his eyes and pretended he was more interested in his salmon. Yuzu pouted. "Aniki, we just asked if you were interested in joining us for snorkeling later today?" she crossed her arms over her tank top clad chest. He gave an audible groan; he would have any other day, but his ass was still killing him! Ichigo smiled kindly, ready to save his lover from continued torment.
"Shiro-nii would need to be extra careful about being in the water without protection very long. Maybe we should wait a little later today to go snorkeling since its predicted there will be clouds later this afternoon." He suggested. Shiro shot him a grateful look. Karin scowled.
"Tch, that never stopped him before." She muttered, but nonetheless agreed and speared her sliced banana viciously. They all went back to their lunch before Shiro noticed Grimmjow semi-lurking in the background talking to some man with slicked back brown hair. Ultramarine eyes met ocher just in time to see a dark scowl. Shiro got up then, muttering about how he needed the restroom, and successfully covered his limp on the way there. Grimmjow excused himself, his boss merely trying to weasel another shift onto him without giving him extra pay, and followed the snowy haired man.
Shiro leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest as he stared dangerously at the elder man when he came into view. There was no one else in the bathroom; not that it mattered since no one else seemed to know Japanese. "Ya damn bastard this is all yer fault!" he spat, no longer trying to hide his limp. Grimmjow grinned sheepishly.
"Eh? You mean your brother didn't teach you whatever method he uses to relax your back so it wouldn't hurt so much?" Grimmjow asked innocently enough, which only irritated Shiro further. "Relax, it's not going to last all day; it will end up being a dull ache until eventually you'll get used to it." He assured him, recalling his own experimental time he bottomed. He enjoyed himself, but not as much as when he was in control. Or at least he used to be until these sexy little hellions appeared in his life. Shiro sneered.
"Yeah, yeah sure; an' then yer gonna sweep me off my feet an' start ta process all over again!" he snapped. "Ya still haven't kept tha' little promise ya made. I'm beginning ta think ya get too excited an' can't finish what ya started." He stated coldly yet coy. He wanted to recover, but he unfortunately was still curious about what it would be like to be absolutely under someone's mercy. Grimmjow's eyes darkened with lust as he stalked the man in front of him, leaving him no choice but to press closer to the cool tile.
"We'll just see about that tonight now won't we…little moon god." He teased, pressing a kiss to his pulse point before sauntering away. Shiro resisted the urge to blush, chase after him, and curse violently. He warned Grimmjow about calling him Chandra, but unfortunately he said nothing about giving him other…..pet names. He sighed and went back out; if he stayed too long they'd wonder what the hell was taking him so long.
…..
Ichigo had snorted when Shiro relayed him what went on in the bathroom later on as they changed for snorkeling; the sky ended up filling with light fluffy clouds that would impede direct sunlight to the albino's sensitive skin so they were setting themselves up to go down now while they could. The orangette, as cold as it may sound, enjoyed watching his elder brother be so conflicted with his emotions. He liked Grimmjow, a lot more than he probably should let himself, and it relieved him to see his brother was begrudgingly feeling the same way. It was probably going to bite all three of them on the ass two days from now, but hell, they should enjoy it while it lasts.
Shiro seemed to be reading his mind, as he sighed and glowered towards the suitcases that sat innocently in the closet. "Our two weeks are almost up ready Ichi." He murmured wistfully. Ichigo sighed. "I dunno if I can go back now; I think I'm getting a little too used ta being spoiled an' ta warm weather." Shiro teased. Ichigo rolled his eyes but said nothing. "Eh? Aren't ya gonna agree with me? Ya can't tell me ya won't miss….something." Shiro smirked and trailed off, loving the blush he put on his brother's scowling face. Ichigo huffed as he pulled on the tight long sleeve top that would be his protection from the sun in the water.
"What the hell is that supposed to be mean Shiro? Last I checked you were the one he seems to be infatuated with." He teased back; pleased he was able to pull a small flush to his brother's skin.
Shiro sneered as he pulled on his own shirt. "Tch, like hell he is; yer the more attractive one of ta two of us. Why would he choose someone like me over someone like you?" He muttered. Ichigo froze, which caused his elder brother to flinch. Fuck, he hadn't meant to say that out loud. Despite all his insecurities with himself he's never actually admitted it vocally since he knew his brother would feel bad for him. He tried to wave it off. "Forget it Ichigo." He snapped when the redhead tried to take a step towards him. "I know what I am, an' it ain't a fuckin' moon god. Don't try ta cheer me up. Let it go, or I'll make you." He stated coldly. Without waiting he shoved past his brother, feeling a little guilty at the shocked expression that had been on his brother's face but shook it off. It was like he said; he knew what he was, and a beautiful moon god that was praised and loved by a lot of people wasn't one of them.
….
Grimmjow's forehead was wrinkled with frown lines as he listened to the distraught redhead's story. The girls and Shiro had went off to swim in the ocean a little more, Ichigo declining to say he wanted to finish the last book he brought from home. On his way back to the hut he had literally ran into Grimmjow, so upset was he that he hadn't noticed he was on a collision course. Naturally, the blue haired man didn't like seeing one of his favorite guests to be so upset so he had promised to help however he could. But this…this would be difficult. Ichigo took a shuddering breath.
"I….I knew he didn't like it went people fussed over him, I just thought he liked his independence, but I never thought that he actually….." he bit his lip, refusing to cry in front of anyone that wasn't his family. Grimmjow looked around, they were in a forest; it wouldn't do if someone caught them, and gently pulled the smaller man to his chest, allowing him to clench at his shirt tightly. "Grimmjow…..I know asking someone who's only known us for such a short time makes me sound incredibly desperate, but please, help me show him he's more than what he thinks of himself." He begged. Grimmjow tried to smooth the worry lines on the younger man's face, to no avail.
"…It sounds like these feelings have been with him for a long time Ichigo. Chances are I'm the worst person to try and coax him out of it. I'm the one who compared him to one of our village's most beloved gods." He tried to back down, but Ichigo had determination in his eyes.
"And yet you've already changed him in many ways I couldn't. You convinced him to try new things I've been dreaming of getting him to do. If he won't believe his own brother finds him beautiful, then….." Grimmjow sighed, feeling like he was about to get into something deep. "Grimmjow please, we only have two days left before we go back to working our asses off just to keep our sisters in the house our parents owned. Please!" He was very close to begging on his knees. Grimmjow flinched at the reminder.
"Alright, alright, but how exactly can I do that without…distractions?" he whispered, anyone who could possibly hear would be able to guess what they were talking about, language barrier or not. Ichigo froze, not quite sure himself, before he had an idea.
"You think you could somehow…..convince him within four hours?" he asked mysteriously. Grimmjow raised an eyebrow.
"I'm listening…" Ichigo finally broke out into a smile, which relieved the elder man. Somehow he didn't think the orangette should be so upset. His own face broke out into a smirk as Ichigo fed him the details of the plan. "Kid, you sure you want to be a professor? Because something tells me you'd be a great director or playwright with plans like these." He joked, earning a playful slap on the arm before heading off closer to the twins' bure.
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"Ichi-nii, you really want us to take you to one of the cultural events tonight?" Yuzu bounced up and down on his bed. This wasn't unusual, the four siblings would crash each other's side of the bures if they were bored during the day, but at night they all agreed to go back to their own rooms after ten. Ichigo glanced uneasily over at his twin, but Shiro still seemed to be pissed off from earlier.
"Ye-yeah, I can't believe I hadn't taken advantage of the nightlife activities yet. Tomorrow is going to be a pretty busy day trying to get all the souvenirs we want to get for our friends, so I want to enjoy myself before then." He offered quickly. The coffee haired girl squealed, whereas her raven haired twin rolled her eyes at her hyperactive sister. Karin glanced over her brooding eldest brother.
"Ne, Shiro-nii, you wanna come too?" she offered, noticing he wasn't trying to get himself involved for once. Shiro shrugged.
"Nah. I already enjoyed the nightlife experiences while you two had been elbows deep in lessons. I'm good." He answered coolly. The girls shrugged; sometimes Shiro had his moods. Ichigo sighed, and prayed in his head that tonight would actually work. He stood up.
"Well, it is already getting late out. We should get some dinner and split off from there. Shiro, we should be back by ten-thirty or eleven." He promised, though he knew his brother couldn't care less if they came back at three in the morning with his attitude right now. Shiro only nodded and walked to the door, holding it open for everyone and then walking ahead. Ichigo sighed.
"Ne Ichigo, why is Shiro-nii so angry?" Yuzu whispered, not liking how distant her eldest brother was being. This was supposed to be a family vacation. Ichigo sighed again quietly.
"We got into an argument about when we're leaving two days from now. He didn't want to talk about it and thought I was too obsessed with money and school rather than enjoying the rest of our vacation." He lied. Karin hummed quietly.
"Maybe he'll cool down after some food. If not, you know he loves sleeping more than anything. That should refresh him." She offered. Ichigo smiled as he looked at his brother's retreating back.
"Yeah, hopefully tonight should give him exactly what he needs." He hoped, as they took their now usual table. Dinner was rather quiet for them, only Ichigo and Yuzu really talking every now and then about what places they should go see and so forth. The three going out to enjoy the nightlife took their life, bidding their eldest brother goodnight, to which he halfheartedly returned.
Shiro brooded on his way back to the huts alone. Sure, he had been a bit of a jerk to his younger twin, but he didn't need false lies about how supposedly beautiful he was. Feh, no one in their right minds would want someone who needs to put on sunscreen every thirty minutes. It confounded him for so long how his brother was attracted to him in the first place. That being said and done, he didn't think his brother would have been so bothered that he'd avoid him tonight. Whatever; he can keep himself occupied until he feels tired. When was the last time he had actually gotten ten to twelve hours of sleep anyways? He arrived to his rooms and carelessly tossed the keys onto the counter, sighing loudly.
"Rough day?" an unexpected voice called out from the bedroom area. Shiro tensed as a shirtless Grimmjow emerged. He scowled dangerously as he realized it was strange of his brother to let him be so damn easily.
"Tha' little bitch." He seethed, turning away from the elder man to rummage around the mini bar, craving alcohol to drown out the scheming bastards, or at least ignore the blue haired man. Grimmjow snorted; he figured it out pretty quickly.
"Oi, no need to be so harsh on the guy, he's only worried about you. Besides, aren't you more interested in knowing how I got in here without a key?" he teased, taking a seat next to the vexed albino man. Shiro took another swig of…..whatever the hell it was (it was hella strong, it burned his throat, it would do) and sneered at the man.
"I ain't a fuckin' moron. Yer an employee; ya probably have some sort a' master key or somethin'." He snapped, pleased when Grimmjow pouted in disappointment when he hit the nail on the head. "If yer here ta try an' have sex I ain't interested. Sex ain't gonna change my mind about what I am." He slurred, having already consumed more than half the bottle. Grimmjow raised an eyebrow.
"Oh? What makes you think I came here just for sex?" he asked calmly, as though he understood what Shiro was feeling. As though he had experience with this kind of thing. For some reason, that really burned the younger man up and he slammed the bottle onto the counter.
"Why else would ya be here? Ichigo sent ya here ta make me feel good by havin' sex an' tha' would somehow prove ta me tha' I ain't some ugly, pale…..yella' eyed freak show!" he shouted, his hands shaking with rage. His heart was hammering in his chest and he stood up ready to bolt. Why didn't these people get it? Pure white skin wasn't attractive on men….sometimes it wasn't even attractive on women! He felt a warm hand on the back of his neck and he stilled, though his hands still shook. He didn't turn his head to look at the exotic man.
"…you really think I would try to bed you if you were actually ugly?" Grimmjow asked, amused. Shiro froze completely then, not quite sure he heard the other man right. "Look, Shiro, I told you already that I'm blunt as hell. I don't fuck ugly people. They usually cry and whine about how pitiful their lives are and how no one truly loves them. That doesn't mean I just sleep with good looking people though just to sleep with them." He defended himself before the other could start thinking horrible things about him. "I generally only want to have sex with people I think will be interesting. As soon as I saw the two of you, I knew I wanted at least one of you underneath me." He smirked. "And imagine my surprise later on that I would have both." He rasped, his desire spreading lower down his body. "You two are so different from any other guests I've catered to, and not just physically. I could see the conflicts and the struggles within you two immediately. I needed to cater to you two; I wanted to spoil you two." He stated firmly. As Shiro's alcohol soaked brain tried to wrap his head around what the elder man was saying, Grimmjow noticed the marble figurine was still in its place from yesterday. "I don't think you believe you are truly ugly anymore Shiro." He finalized.
Shiro glowered. "Wha' ta hell gives ya ta right ta decide wha' I do an' don't believe?" he twisted his head to glare at the turquoise haired man. Grimmjow merely tilted his head towards the statue, causing Shiro's drunken arrogance to sink. "I ain't ta one who wants ta keep it." He muttered, a light flush coming onto his face, whether from embarrassment or the booze no one could be sure. Grimmjow's lip quirked up clearly amused.
"Then why don't you just toss it out when Ichigo isn't looking?" he asked casually. That brought on a full blush to the albino's face. "You like that statue." It wasn't a question. Shiro pulled himself away from the warm hand despite his body's protest. "You might not see yourself as gorgeous as a moon god, but the similarity is truly striking." He purred, sliding those hands of his up and down Shiro's arms. "You could even be closer to appearance than you think." He whispered. "Shiro, stop thinking of being compared to a god as an insult, when you know as well as I do that it isn't. There really is something to be said about your skin Shiro, and it isn't ugly, or even beautiful." He admitted, surprising the snowy haired man.
Shiro's eyebrows knitted together. "Then wha' is there ta be said?" he asked softly, secretly wanting to hear something to prove he wasn't a freak of nature. Grimmjow pressed his lips against the base of his neck.
"It's…..pure. Better than the moon itself. He decided. Shiro blinked at him stupidly. "Shiro, a few days ago you told me you know martial arts and boxing. Yet you have no blemishes or marks on your body. Trust me, I looked." He stated huskily. Shiro looked away from those burning ultramarine eyes. "The moon is scarred with craters and holes, and yet you haven't a single scar marring your body." He looked to Shiro's forehead. Gone was the bandages and so was the cut, only a faint very light pink line that would go away by time they left the island. "In that sense, you're even lovelier than the moon god, as he holds flaws." Grimmjow reasoned, pulling the drunken man closer to him.
Shiro snorted. "Fine, I'll give about ta skin. But wha' about my freakish eyes, an' don't try ta pull tha' they look like stars." He knew they weren't either; his black sclera contrasted brightly with his yellow eyes. His dad told him it was a misbalance in pigment that caused it. He still threatened the elder man anyways, though as drunk as he was (how fucking strong was that shit he drank?) he probably couldn't hold himself to go through with a threat. Grimmjow snorted.
"I could compare them to sunflowers." He started, before the other man tried to jerk out of his hold and he laughed. "I'm joking! Calm down!" he snickered as the other man tried, to no avail, breaking out of his grip. Being drunk really weakened Shiro though, and he felt really helpless, completely under the elder man's mercy. "In truth they could be compared to the sands of the beach during a sunset, going from yellow to black as the sun goes away. Does that make you feel better?" he smiled, turning the half struggling man to face him.
Shiro jostled a little in his grip, still fairly out of it, and bit his lip. Grimmjow really did help him, unfortunately, and his heart throbbed for his younger brother, who loved him enough to throw away his pride and ask someone else to help cheer him up. His heart, however, decided there was someone else it wanted to thank. He found himself leaning forward and pressing his lips against the taller man's. He groaned when Grimmjow pushed him back, still amused.
"No, no…..I am not taking advantage of you while you're drunk." He stated firmly. Shiro huffed, jabbed him in the stomach in order to be freed, and stumbled back towards the mini fridge, much to Grimmjow's confusion. He pulled out a bottle of water and chugged it down, wiping his mouth when he was done and tossing the bottle God knew where.
"There…I ain't tha'…drunk anymore. I wanna fuck, an' we're gonna fuck." He slurred. Okay, so maybe he was still pretty wasted and later he'd probably have to piss like a racehorse, but the water will help….in a bit. Grimmjow raised an eyebrow at the younger man before, impressed with his stubbornness. Ah well, he was hard, and Shiro seemed to be pretty willing…
Sharp canines peeked out of his mouth as he gave the paler man a feral grin. "Alright then, if you're sure." He purred, scooping Shiro into his arms and heading towards the bedroom. "But I warn you…..I am worshipping you tonight. You are going to be patient, and I'm going to prove to you once and for all you aren't a freak of nature." He rasped, driving his tongue into Shiro's mouth before he could protest.
Grimmjow took his time to really pay attention to every inch on Shiro's body this time, and that included the inside of his mouth. He savored the watered down flavor of moonshine, and the unique taste that was Shiro. His tongue gently caressed the roof of his mouth, causing a soft tickling sensation. Shiro whimpered, and wrapped his arms around the elder man's neck, holding him firmly. The ultramarine haired man smiled into the passionate kiss, and sat the snowy haired man onto the bed, slowly divesting him of his shorts and sandals. Shiro helped by removing his shorts in return, snow-white hands contrasting vividly with the deep mocha tanned skin. Grimmjow grinned as Shiro, instead of embarrassed of the difference, seemed somewhat in awe as he traced his hands across the contours of his stomach. His own hands dipped underneath of Shiro's shirt, sliding it up slowly as so not to interrupt Shiro, who seemed intent to map out his pectorals now. Shiro slid his shirt over his head and flung it somewhere in the corner of the room before pressing his lips up and down Grimmjow's jaw. Grimmjow began a much more thorough exploration of Shiro's body, his fingers tracing everything; his collarbone to his shoulders, his shoulders to his wrists, and even the fingers were not left untouched. All the while he rained gentle kisses onto the side of his head he could reach without detaching Shiro's lips from his jawline.
The elder man then gently pulled away from his younger lover, who pouted rather cutely and spread his legs slightly. Shiro, it seemed, was a violent aggressive drunk when provoked, and a seductive one when calm. He merely (carefully) pushed the drunken man down until his back was firmly set upon the bed. He grinned. "I warned you that I would worship you, and that means every last inch of you." He announced, before kneeling down to his feet and pressing a kiss to the tops of each of them. Shiro blushed vividly as the man kept true to his promise, and lavished his attention to every inch on his feet before trailing up towards his ankles.
"…..you bastard…..you really do have…..some strange fetishes….." he slurred, though the haze of alcohol was slowly clearing away under the rush of adrenaline and dopamine that was currently flooding through his body. Grimmjow merely smirked as he touched, kissed, and eyed the expanse of pure white flesh before him. Shiro was panting from his sensual ministrations by the time he reached his upper thighs, noticeably avoiding a specific area. "Bastard…." Shiro seethed, his manhood throbbing in desire. It was the area nearest to his inner thighs that Grimmjow started using teeth. Shiro started in astonishment as Grimmjow used his very sharp teeth to worry the skin, using his tongue to soothe the area later. "Oi, you aren't supposed toooooo….." he moaned midsentence when Grimmjow sucked on the now sensitive skin, his hair ticking his impatient cock.
Grimmjow grinned cheekily. "Your brother told me I had permission to mark you where no one would be able to see even in a bathing suit. Can't get much more hidden than this, but enough talk; we've talked too much already." He decided, suckling both of his inner thighs until they were a nice bright shade of red. He held the trembling limbs and pushed them apart a little wider. The albino squirmed and panted as a hot tongue teased the rim of his entrance. He then found himself resting on his stomach as Grimmjow flipped him over and continued his adventure across Shiro's body. Shaking hands clutched at the covers as that mouth traveled towards his back and dipped back down to pay attention to each fleshy cheek. Damn….when Grimmjow meant something, he definitely didn't half-ass it…no pun intended.
Shiro was brought back from his corny moment when a resounding smack and a slight sting of pain connected to his brain. He yelped and tried to cover his slightly sore bottom, much to Grimmjow's amusement. Grimmjow had seen that glazed look in Shiro's eyes; he wasn't doing a good enough job if he was thinking of other things. Time to get a little rougher it seemed. His blunt nails would leave no trace in the morning as he raked them up and down the pinned down man's back, leaving angry pink marks before he trailed after them with his tongue. The feeling of pleasure and pain mixed nicely, and Shiro couldn't help but mewl in satisfaction. He gasped and moaned louder as Grimmjow lightly sucked the base of his neck and nibbled on his ear. His forgotten cock bucked against the sheets seeking friction to no avail. Grimmjow turned him over again and continued his ministrations from his mouth and hands, taking great pleasure in tickling that newly discovered pleasure spot.
The albino man personally didn't like that, though he did like the careful attention Grimmjow gave to his chest. In order to latch onto either nipple, Grimmjow laid on top of the smaller man, his warm body and hardness exciting Shiro even further to the point of bumping his hips into the elder man. Grimmjow ignored his eagerness to fully lavish him as promised, and only gave him slight relief every now and then (though he sorely needed it too). Only when he finally reached back up to his parted lips and flushed face did he actually grind his member against him. Shiro sighed, throwing his head back and offering more of himself to the lust filled man above him.
Grimmjow grinned; Shiro unconsciously had adapted very quickly to submission, and it was breathtaking to see the stubborn, foul mouthed younger man respond so eagerly to him. Starving for another kiss, the bluenette dove in to capture those soft open lips, easily slipping his mouth inside. Slender fingers tangled themselves into locks of blue, while larger hands groped at Shiro's full ass before finally fumbling around for that sweet tasting lubricant, failing miserably. Shiro snorted as Grimmjow pulled away with a noise of irritation. "I wouldn't laugh; I'll fuck you dry if I can't find that damn bottle in the next ten seconds." He threatened.
Seeing as Grimmjow had already promised to map out every inch of him and had indeed gone through with it, Shiro had no doubts he was serious, and pulled away to reach in the bottom drawer; they had run out of strawberry flavor last night. Grimmjow quirked an eyebrow at the unlabeled little yellow bottle; was it lemon maybe? Not that it mattered, his cock was starving and cold; it needed to be warmed and satisfied by a tight hot opening that Shiro was willing to provide. He pulled off the cap and poured some onto his fingers, and to his surprise it smelled like pineapples. Shiro blushed at the surprised expression on the other man's face.
"Shaddup; it was Ichi's idea ta get tropical flavored lube." He muttered. Grimmjow snorted. He rubbed his fingered around, spreading the lube until his fingers were nice and slippery, and pressed into the smaller man. He swallowed the gasps that followed into his own mouth and made quick work adding the second, third, and fourth fingers. He immediately went for the heavenly bundle of nerves and grinned into the kiss when Shiro involuntarily bucked his hips up to the air in response. But then he froze, pulling away completely. Shiro snarled. "Ta fuck, Grimmjow? Why ya stoppin' now a' times?!" the sexually frustrated man snapped. Grimmjow said nothing and walked up to the window, flipping the blinds wide open. The moon was full tonight, and its ethereal beams spilled into the room and onto both of them. "…..wha' ta hell…Grimmjow?" he asked, feeling rather sober right now.
The taller man chuckled before turning around to see the other man. Shiro was a gorgeous being right now; bathed in the pure light of the moon, everything bleached out but his stunning eyes. He was still in the position Grimmjow left him; legs wide, back flat against the mattress. "I told you I would get you over your self-hatred. I'm going to fuck you in the pure moonlight, so that Chandra himself may be able to watch." He grinned. Shiro blushed and closed his legs, as for why though he couldn't say. "What's wrong? I thought you didn't believe in him?" the teal haired man teased, stalking forward. He pressed a kiss to his throbbing pulse point. "If only you could actually see yourself right now Shiro; you look exactly like a god." He muttered.
Shiro swallowed thickly. "How's tha'?" he asked quietly. Grimmjow pursed his lips, apparently unable to quite describe it before coming up with an idea.
"Don't. Move." He order, before ducking down and pulling out his cell phone, quickly taking a picture before Shiro could move or react. He tossed the phone to the startled man. Shiro's eyes widened. Grimmjow grinned. "You can see it now can't you? How your skin is glowing in the light? How pure and mysterious it appears, and begs to marked?" he asked huskily. Shiro's face was scarlet red as he bit his lip.
"…..Tha's really wha' ya an' Ichigo see?" he muttered softly, gently placing the phone onto the table next to him. Grimmjow crawled back onto the bed and pulled Shiro's face up to look at him.
"Yes it is. And neither of us can believe you think you yourself unattractive. Let me remove that feeling of doubt Shiro. And when you leave the day after tomorrow, let Ichigo fend it off indefinitely." He whispered, slicking himself quickly and pressing in while Shiro was still shocked. The feeling of being stretched brought the albino back to the present and he moaned loudly, pressing up to take in more of Grimmjow. Once he was in completely, Grimmjow kept to a slow, steady pace, not trying to speed up once. All the while he whispered tender and encouraging words to Shiro. He whispered words like how beautiful he was, and how unique he really was, as he gently rocked in and out. It was very strange for the former seme to feel so affected by tender affections. He almost wished two days from now wouldn't come.
They kept to the same rhythm for a long time, for what felt like hours, before Grimmjow finally sped up. Their release could only be described as heavenly, as they both saw stars long after they came. Grimmjow rolled over to have Shiro lay on top of him, both panting heavily. Grimmjow rubbed a soothing hand over the pearly skinned man's hair as he pressed his cheek against his chest, listening to the strong heartbeat.
"…Grimmjow?" Shiro finally mustered out, still not quite looking at him. Said man lifted his head slightly and raised an eyebrow. "….thank ya." Shiro muttered, placing his head back on the elder man's chest, completely missing the soft smile that graced Grimmjow's face and closed his eyes. Begrudgingly, Grimmjow was tired as well, though more so for the long day he had over the long round of sex. Still, the desire to close his eyes ended up winning, and he pulled the covers over both of them, quickly texting his sister that he would be hanging out with Starrk and not to wait for him to go to bed. All that said and done, he closed his eyes and drifted off with the moon bathing them in his gentle light.
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"I have to say guys; that was pretty fun." Ichigo admitted as he and the girls walked back, the moon starting to get high in the sky. Yuzu squealed.
"Oh I know! We really should try and do a family night one tomorrow since it's our last night! I say we do it at Grimmjow and Nel's village!" she decided. Karin snorted.
"Oi, what makes you think everyone wants to go back there again?" she teased, though she was already thinking of a nighttime rematch against the bubbly green haired girl. Ichigo flinched at the idea of losing a secret night with Grimmjow, but this was his family. They were ultimately far more important than a lay with a man he'd never see again afterward tomorrow.
"I think it's a great idea. Who knows what event could be going on? Ah, I can see the rooms already. I think Shiro's already asleep; there's not any lights on." He noted. He inwardly gulped; he hoped Grimmjow had been able to change his brother's mind. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if his elder brother and lover thought so poorly of himself. Karin yawned.
"He's got the right idea; I'm beat. Night aniki." She mumbled, dragging her somehow still cheery sister away with a short wave. Ichigo snorted; so typical, Karin.
Ichigo let himself in and saw an empty bottle of alcohol resting on the counter. He winced; that certainly did not look like a good sign. However, he was shocked once he walked into the bedroom. Grimmjow was still here and even resting in their bed. What was more shocking (believe it or not) was that Shiro was lying on top of him, using his chest as a pillow. His lips were turned up in a soft smile, bringing a full on sense of relief to his younger brother. Grimmjow actually pulled through. They looked so peaceful in the light of the full moon, flatteringly drawing out Shiro's perfect skin. He almost contemplated sleeping on the couch before Grimmjow stirred.
Grimmjow was not a heavy sleeper, and he felt as though someone was watching him. Bleary eyes blinked once before focusing on the shock of orange hair smiling softly at him, arms crossed as he leaned on the door. "Ichigo…." He muttered, gently pushing Shiro off to rest on the actual bed, Shiro hardly reacting except to snuggle with a pillow. Grimmjow started to get himself out of the bed before Ichigo put up a hand.
"Where's the fire? You're more than welcome to stay the night. You've more than earned it, so it seems." He grinned, looking back at his fully relaxed and clearly sated twin. Grimmjow frowned. "I mean it Grimmjow. Besides, if I can't have sex with you tonight, I might as well make for it by having you warm me up; it gets surprisingly chilly at night." He coyly remarked. Grimmjow snorted and patted the spot next to him.
"Hell, I can't deny a suggestion like that. Though I do say you might be a little overdressed for this slumber party." He suggested. Ichigo beamed and quickly stripped until he was in his naked glory and eagerly curled into the invitingly warm body. "Damn you actually are cold." Grimmjow grunted when Ichigo smacked him in the stomach after trying to slide his hands down the younger man's back.
"Not now. Shiro's asleep. Besides, we're all tired. Goodnight." Ichigo muttered, nestling closer and closing his eyes. Grimmjow chuckled softly before closing his own, falling to sleep fairly quickly.
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Grimmjow sometimes hated his job like, seriously wished he could just quit and be a fisherman who worked his own hours, kind of hate. That sort of hate passed through him when his cell phone went off rather loudly at five thirty in the morning. Twin sets of groans in irritation were heard behind as he begrudgingly pulled himself out of the warm cocoon of limbs and sheets to sit on the edge of the bed. He flipped his cell open and gave no mercy to whoever was on the other line.
"What?" he snapped groggily. A feminine giggle sounded over the line and he tensed; Luppi.
"Oh my Grimmjow, you seemed to have woken up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." The feminine masseuse giggled. Grimmjow glared even though the purple haired bastard couldn't see him. "Mr. Aizen tried to reach you by going to your house last night and was told you went to Starrk's. But when he went there you were nowhere to be found." Luppi cooed, sounding rather pleased. Grimmjow froze.
"What the hell does he want now that couldn't have waited until later?" he growled, aware that he had definitely woken up the twins; he could feel their curious stares. "And when the fuck did you get my number?" he snapped, knowing he had changed his number again after the last time the creep had found it. Luppi clucked his tongue, clearly amused.
"My, my, what a temper you have. Mr. Aizen gave it to me of course!" he answered innocently, causing Grimmjow to grind his teeth together. Damn that Aizen….. "As for what, I couldn't tell you, but apparently you haven't been answering anyone else's calls so I was asked as a last resort. You better call him back if you want to keep your job Mr. Jaegerjaquez." The masseuse giggled, before hanging up. If it wouldn't have taken a legit day trip to go to one of the main Fijian islands to buy a new one, Grimmjow would have crushed his phone or at the very least thrown it at the wall. For now though, he slammed it down the table. A gentle hand placed itself on his shoulder.
"…Are you alright Grimmjow? We didn't get you in trouble did we?" Ichigo asked cautiously. Grimmjow shook his head, sighing loudly.
"Nah, you guys are fine. It's my asshole of a boss. He's always trying to piss me off and get me to do shit I don't want to do." He muttered, pulling himself off of the bed and began dressing himself. Shiro quirked an eyebrow as the man pulled on his shirt.
"Why don't ya just quit then?" he asked casually, propping his head up with his hand. Ichigo scowled at his twin.
"Moron! That isn't any of our business to ask about!" he snapped, while Grimmjow snorted.
"Trust me Shiro I'd love to, but I've got Nel to think about too. Much like you two are worried about your younger sisters, I've got mine to think about too. I basically live off tips and minimum wage; Nel's actually higher on payroll but I get more tips, so we balance out." He explained, running his hand through his hair to try and bring it back to its gravity defying state. "I'd love nothing more than to give that man the universal fuck you symbol, but sacrifices are made you know?" he asked, finally able to look as though he hadn't thoroughly fucked a guest. He sighed and slipped on his shoes. "I'll see you guys tonight then." He muttered.
"Uh….actually….." Ichigo's voice sounded small and sheepish, stopping him in his tracks. "The girls wanted to do a family night out together….since it's our last night….." Ichigo grinned sheepishly. Grimmjow waved it off.
"It's all good Ichigo. You two are here with them, not me. Have fun tonight." He offered with a smirk. "See you later then." He suggested, before heading out the hut. Ichigo bit his lip as he looked back to his twin, but to his surprise, Shiro was smiling at him.
"….Ya really are ta best lover a guy could ask fer ya know tha'?" he asked softly, pulled the smaller man to closer to him and snuggling close. Ichigo blinked in confusion.
"Eh? Well…thanks but what does that have to do with anything right now?" he asked, though he wasn't complaining as he cuddled closer to his elder brother. Shiro chuckled.
"Ya help me a lot more than ya realized Ichigo. It must a' taken a lot a' pride ta go ta Grimmjow ta straighten me out. I never realized ya cared fer me tha' much." He admitted. Ichigo felt a twinge of sadness at those words. "I'm gonna have bad days where I really feel like ta ugliest son a' a bitch in the world, and I think I'm gonna need ya ta help me out. But fer doing wha' ya did fer me, I can't thank ya enough." He muttered, relieved that the weight of depression and doubt had been removed from him for now. Ichigo smiled brightly, gently kissing him before wiggling even closer, loving the contact of his elder brother's warm and comforting body.
"I'll do my best Aniki. I love you after all." He stated. Shiro grinned brightly; sure he knew it but it felt so better when he heard those three words out loud.
"I love ya too Otouto." He muttered, feeling the lull of sleep after settling back into the warmth of the covers once again. In the back of his mind he hoped everything turned out okay for Grimmjow; that call didn't sound like a good one. But surely things would in fact work out. After all they always seemed to.
….
"I should fire you now where you stand, you know that Grimmjow?" Aizen asked calmly as he crossed his legs. Aizen wasn't an actually native of the island, he was French, but he had somehow climbed his way up the ladder and was in charge of the resort. How he did it seemed a little suspicious, but no one who wanted to keep their job would dare remark upon it. Grimmjow had to remind himself of the repercussions of losing his job now that Pop was gone, as he sat there calmly as though he wasn't imagining setting this twisted bastard on fire. He took a deep breath.
"You'll have to excuse me for sounding doubtful, sir, but sleeping through a phone call or text messages in the dead of night hardly sounds like it warrants being fired." He retorted, no worried in the slightest. Aizen has threatened to fire him for not serving a guest with a smile, whatever this was about; it probably wasn't that big a deal. Aizen raised an eyebrow.
"Oh really, you think is this about something as trivial as that?" he asked, his voice cold as ice. Grimmjow frowned; he took everything seriously, and to say something was trivial must actually be bad. "I received notice from a co-worker whom I shall not reveal that you have been obscenely close with the Kurosaki family in the past few days. While I am pleased to see you striving to bring satisfaction to such well-received customers, I fear for the worst regarding those lovely young girls…" he drawled. Grimmjow couldn't help himself; he snorted rudely and interrupted his boss. "You dare find this funny Grimmjow?" Aizen's brown eyes hardened. Grimmjow waved him off.
"Look, I'm sure you're concerned about their….welfare and all, but I assure you I have been nothing but honorable around those girls. They're only sixteen; do you take me for some sort of monster?" he asked with a grin. Lucky him; Aizen was misinformed. Aizen looked unimpressed.
"Normally, I would try to agree with you Grimmjow, however I have heard from the same source you entering their bure a few days ago and not leaving for at least an hour. Care to explain?" he asked, crossing his legs and folding his arms in front of him. Grimmjow hardly worried though; he had a perfect excuse.
"Really? Did this source tell you if I was with anyone else on my way in?" he asked, a cocky smile on his face, causing Aizen to scowl. "Because if they did, you would know it isn't the girls I was with, but their elder brothers. The eldest hit his head at the pool and his brother insisted on treating him himself at the hut. I merely carried the man inside and waited to see if I would need to run and get the doctor." He answered fairly honest. The best part about these sorts of lies was that he wasn't really lying but hiding the parts that would incriminate him.
Aizen pursed his lips. "Really, and why, pray tell me, would the boy insist on treating his brother himself instead of going to a knowledgeable doctor like Szayel?" he asked, no emotion in his voice. Grimmjow shrugged.
"I asked him the same thing. Turns out their parents were doctors who took ran a clinic right in their own home, so all four of them have considerable knowledge on how to treat concussions. You will be reassured to know he did not, in fact, have one by the way." Grimmjow added casually. Aizen relaxed noticeably.
"I see. Well, I suppose that should be a relief then to the Kurosaki family. Very well Grimmjow, I do apologize for the accusation….however, I heard tell you left gifts for all of them not too long ago?" he smirked when Grimmjow finally looked like he had lost his edge.
Grimmjow blinked; it wasn't against the rules to leave gifts to guests, but generally they had to run it by Aizen first. He shrugged. "Nel ended up falling in love with the redheaded twin and the raven haired girl she played a one on one match with. She insisted I give them some of her best desserts she makes. I didn't think it was fair for only two of them to receive treats so I went out and quickly got some small tokens of appreciation for the other two. The dress you saw the one girl wear was discounted." He explained. Aizen sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. That sounded exactly like something Nel would do, and in fact she has done it several times before to guests she really liked. Not that it was a problem either as she did try to tell him, but the flighty girl would honestly forget.
"Very well, I apologize on both parts of accusations. However I have but one last question for you; where were you? I went to Starrk's abode and you were not there. Care to explain?" he asked. Grimmjow's smile turned tight as he thought quickly.
"I felt like sleeping on the beach again." He decided. He had done it before, and very nearly terrified a couple who wanted to walk under the moonlight who thought he had drowned and washed ashore. Aizen gave him a pointed look. "Oi, I left one of the beach towels up there this time!" he protested. Aizen merely sighed again and waved him off.
"Alright, alright, just leave my office. You are going to give me a headache before the sun even rises." He muttered. Grimmjow grinned and headed towards the door. "Oh, and Grimmjow? Do take care to distance yourself from them a little today. I believe this is their last night here. Give. Them. Privacy." He stressed. Grimmjow kept his smile though he was boiling inside. Pompous bastard. "Have a good morning then." He dismissed him.
…..
Three short hours later, the Kurosaki family was fully awake, showered, and currently eating breakfast. The girls were noticeably relieved when Shiro was back to his snarky dirty minded self (he flirted/tormented the poor waitress Momo) and Ichigo was in just as high of spirits as they were. They actually spotted Nel of all people shortly after finishing, and Karin and she quickly arranged for a night time rematch tonight at the village, with various co-workers sharing looks of amusement; they thought it was hilarious how excitable the green haired woman was getting over playing against a sixteen year old. Nonetheless, it was quickly spread across the restaurant that another match was about to take place; Karin had made herself into a legend here.
It reached up to Grimmjow as well, who could only laugh at his boss's face when he too heard the news. The kicker was that it was going to take place at one of the villages (his in fact) and therefore Aizen had absolutely no say over it. He had control over the resort area; the villages were strictly out of his control and were still reined by village chiefs. He even quietly suggested they make a playing field out of the plaza square, to which Nel was all about and quickly bounded off to plead to the village chief.
Ichigo snorted at the look of pure dread that crossed the brown haired man's face; looks like this was the asshole boss Grimmjow had been talking about. Nonetheless, he decided to play extra dirty and actually approached the man, thanking him in English for accepting them into his gorgeous resort and for providing Grimmjow to their service, to which they were sincerely grateful. Shiro made it worse by tacking on his own compliment in broken English about how incredibly helpful and enthusiastic Grimmjow was towards them. The poor man looked like he was suppressing an aneurysm behind his tight lipped smile and polite expression of gratitude.
Grimmjow had personally gotten a kick out of that, and his laughter echoed among the resort. Around ten the Kurosaki family followed the Jaegerjaquezs back to their village to shop around and even assist in the petition for the soccer match. The chief not only approved the idea, but encouraged several matches for guests, locals, and tourists to partake in, with Karin and Nel's game as the finale. He even asked that Shiro (who admitted to being a coach in his spare time for extra cash) be judge for the matches.
There was no hiding around the fact that the villagers of Grimmjow's village indeed noticed Shiro's pure white skin and as expected swooned over him. Surprisingly, Shiro found he was enjoying the extra attention, though he didn't try to overplay it and offend the villagers. Several village women giggled and winked suggestively, and Ichigo didn't know how to respond to that until a few ventured his way as well. The boys spent the better half of eleven thirty to twelve running away from their new fans, much to Grimmjow and the girls' amusement.
It was in fact Grimmjow who ended up rescuing them from their new fan club, and as they hid behind his much larger frame, panting from exertion, he got an idea…..
….
"Ne, Grimmjow, we seem to be heading farther away from the town square." Ichigo remarked, noting how the noise was dimming significantly and the buildings were becoming more and more like huts people would live in. Grimmjow grinned.
"I figured you two would need a break from being chased around like celebrities; we're going to my house to grab a drink and relax a little bit." He announced. Ichigo and Shiro raised their eyebrows in shock. Sure, they had invited the exotic man into their rooms a few times, but they never thought they'd get the pleasure of being invited to his in return. "I warn you, it's nowhere near as luxurious as the bure suites you've been staying in." he admitted, though there was no shame in his voice. In fact, it almost sounded proud.
Soon enough they stopped at a two story bungalow, one of only fifteen that actually had a second floor. But then again, the village was small with a population of ninety. Grimmjow grinned as he held the door open. Ichigo blinked in surprise as they stepped inside. The house was much larger in depth than it was in width. "Wow. This place is pretty nice. If I was going to live on an island, this is pretty much what I would want to live in." Ichigo stated, taking in the dining room and kitchen ensemble, the small prayer section of the house, and the walled off living room that led up stairs.
Grimmjow beamed. "Thanks. Nice to know my handiwork impresses you." He stated before walking towards the fridge. Shiro stared at him.
"Yer handiwork? Ya mean ta say ya built this house?" he asked, rather skeptical. Grimmjow shrugged.
"Well I had helped rebuild it; I did it with my Pop and Nel, and then she decorated afterwards. It's a tradition to build the family home together after the old one gets compromised. And by compromised, I mean that the old one needed to be renovated and updated, so we just tore it down and built it back up again." He explained. Shiro nodded in understanding as he was handed a beer before tossing it to his twin.
"That must have taken a lot of effort. Imagine building your own house." Ichigo remarked before taking a sip. Shiro smirked; he would have definitely made a soundproof room had he been able to build his own house (though that would have definitely raised a few eyebrows). "Oi; that look is kind of creepy." Ichigo cringed at the look his brother was giving him. Grimmjow snickered, they were making this just too easy.
"Ne, Shiro." He called out, a dirty grin on his face. "Wanna see my room?" he asked with a wink. Ichigo blushed at the dual set of dirty grins sent his way and swallowed hard. Grimmjow finished off his drink and quickly headed up the steps, Shiro hot on his heels. Ichigo sighed as he finished his own drink, why not? It would make up for tonight he supposed, he thought as he followed the two horny men upstairs.
Grimmjow's room was the first door adjacent to the stairs, and the door was wide open to reveal the two scrambling to remove each other's clothing and passionate kissing. Grimmjow's room suited him; teal walls with few decorations, and sparse yet necessary neutral colored furniture. Before articles of clothing fell to the floor, it had been clean and well kept. Ichigo snorted as he divested himself of his shirt and shorts and pushed the other two on the queen sized bed. For once, it was Grimmjow sandwiched in between as they nipped, licked, and kissed their way around one another.
Grimmjow felt like today was full of ideas for him, as he felt another creep into his head. "Hey, I want to try something new." He rasped, barely able to get the sentence out in between the onslaught of kisses and light biting. Shiro was the first to back off as he was curious, but Ichigo was a little apprehensive. "Don't worry Ichigo, I promise you'll like it." He assured the man. The two looked at him for orders, as it was his idea. "I want you two to prepare one another. Use this." He tossed Ichigo a bottle of sunscreen (SPF 12).
Disregarding the shock that the deeply tanned man actually used sunscreen, Ichigo poured a good amount onto his fingers and waited for Shiro to do the same. He wasn't sure how this was going to work, but it seems they were skipping foreplay today. He allowed himself to be prepared first, loving the way his brother's fingers caressed every inch of his orifice before gracing his prostate and allowing himself to see stars.
Shiro was a little more self-conscious about being prepared in front of the elder man, but not by much. The pleasure, tender care, and experience that came from his beloved brother more than made up for it. Soon enough he was hard and desperate to fill or be filled. Grimmjow grinned, his own manhood standing to full attention.
"Alright, Ichigo, ride your brother but don't let him lie down." Grimmjow ordered, not yet moving from his spot on the bed. Ichigo quirked an eyebrow; if he was riding his brother why did Shiro need to be prepared? Time would soon tell it would seem, as he crawled the few inches closer to his brother and swallowed his pulsing hot flesh into his tight little hole. The twins moaned in bliss, squeezing closer together as if trying to become one. Once Ichigo began bouncing in Shiro's lap Grimmjow finally moved. He waited for a few seconds as the two had their fun before sitting behind Ichigo and lifted both of them (still connected) before seating Shiro into his lap, his own erection slowly pushing inside.
The twins gasped and panted in shock; Shiro from the surprise of being taken while his brother rode him and Ichigo from the new angle that allowed his prostate to be hit dead on immediately. The response had both twins tightening their entrances in response. And it drew delicious moans from Shiro and Grimmjow. The bluenette tangled his right hand into Shiro's hair and the left turned Ichigo's face toward his so he could kiss him. Shiro locked his legs around the larger man, locking all three of them in. The redhead in return moaned and trailed his left hand up and down Grimmjow's torso and the right hand found its way towards the back of his twin's neck. Shiro, never one to be slightly ignored, took Ichigo's throbbing length into his left hand and stroked slowly while his right tweaked a pert nipple, his lips at the hollow of Ichigo's throat. Ichigo mewled, pressing his hips back down onto Shiro's length. Shiro rolled his hips, earning a groan from Grimmjow in return. Fuck, why didn't they try this sooner?
Grimmjow sucked on Ichigo's lower lip as he moved his hips up, causing a chain reaction. When he went up, so did Shiro. This would cause him to hit Ichigo's prostate, causing him to clench around him and thus clench around Grimmjow. Over and over this onslaught of desire encased the three men, happily involved in their own little world of paradise and bliss. Shiro was clearly the happiest of the three; he enjoyed the pleasure of Ichigo's ass clenching around his cock, and his own ass was filled with Grimmjow's own hot length.
Ichigo gasped raggedly; his end was close. He bit his lip, not wanting the moment to end so quickly. Grimmjow took note, and pressed kisses against the shell of his ear, almost in apology. "…..Nnngh! Grimmjow…..slow down…..or else I'm going to…" he cut himself off with a silent cry as a tanned hand swirled around one of his sensitive buds, flicking it occasionally. Shiro took in his brother's flushed face and heavy breathing and swallowed heavily himself; he was getting close too. "Gyah…...Aniki….." Ichigo whispered, his ass tightening around his brother. Shiro's mouth went dry at those words, and went forward to kiss him. Grimmjow licked his lips at the sight, and thrust into the snowy haired male a little faster.
Ichigo was unable to contain his release after that, and with a strangled cry, he came. His orgasm quickly drew out Shiro's, which in response, drew out Grimmjow's. The three sat there slumped over each other, their breath ragged and uneven. Grimmjow was so disappointed that he wasn't able to draw it out longer, but they were definitely going to be missed at the village by their sisters should they linger much longer. He relayed as much to the twins, who reluctantly agreed and redressed themselves quickly, taking care to hide any possible marks from their activities.
Shiro, who was still not quite used to be a bottom, was very relieved that the way back to the main square was a bit far out; he was having a little trouble walking out his limp, and made sure to glare murderously at Grimmjow with each painful step. Ichigo laughed openly at the seemingly innocent expression on the man's face as he walked just a tad bit faster. Thankfully for the ultramarine haired man, Shiro's limp was well hidden by time they were within minutes of the square.
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Yuzu was very worried; she hasn't seen her brothers in nearly an hour. In the meantime she had finished buying souvenirs for her friends at school but now she couldn't find them anywhere. The last she saw of them, they were running away from love-struck village girls. It had been funny at the time, but now she was beginning to fear they got themselves hurt. Karin wasn't nearly as worried, but then again, right now Karin was really only worried about the soccer match that was going to be performed tonight. Nel offered to track down her brother to find them, only to realize she couldn't find him either. She wasn't worried though; Grimmjow tended to go off and do his own things all the time. Yuzu could only hope he came across them somehow; she trusted him with her family…..regardless of her crush on him.
"Oi, there they are." Karin's voice broke her out of her thoughts and lo and behold, there they were; looking a little exhausted but fine nonetheless. Grimmjow was not far behind them, pure amusement on his handsome face.
"Ichi-nii! Shiro-nii! Where were you two? I was beginning to get worried!" Yuzu pouted and crossed her arms over her chest. Ichigo opened his mouth, but before he could explain, girlish squeals of joy interrupted him. The village girls had spotted them again. Her brothers paled and she understood. They had been hiding from the girls. Grimmjow snorted and stepped in front of the weary guests, blocking them from their new fan club. Nel flanked his side, looking rather menacing.
"You lot are being incredibly rude!" she snapped, her arms folded over her massive chest, making Yuzu feel a little less confident in her own display of anger. "These people are guests to our island home, they came here to relax! They certainly did not come here to be chased by a bunch of simple minded village women!" Nel snapped, her tan eyes blazing with irritation. The girls stepped back, mindful of Nel's legendary temper. Grimmjow's was just as bad, but he seemed to be in too good a mood to actually lecture them, albeit he refused to move away from the beautiful men. He grinned as he spoke.
"I suggest you ladies get back to whatever you were asked to do. You should be lucky this man isn't the true Chandra or he'd curse you for your impendence." He teased. Shiro tensed when he heard the name, though Yuzu couldn't understand why. Whatever Grimmjow said to the girls worked though, she noted, as they paled and scrambled away from the exotic haired siblings. "Yo." He greeted Yuzu and Karin casually. Yuzu giggled while her sister rolled her eyes.
"Sorry about disappearing for a bit. We ran off and got lost." Ichigo stated sheepishly. Yuzu couldn't blame them; those girls were scary.
"Yeah, they ended up in the actual housing district, where I found them." Grimmjow filled in. Nel pursed her lips.
"You didn't invite them into our house did you?" she asked in her native tongue. Grimmjow merely grinned and she frowned. She damn well hoped they didn't leave a mess, though Ichigo seemed too kind to let such a thing happen. Nonetheless she gave her brother a warning look. Karin huffed.
"Look, everyone's here again. Let's get back to building the tournament!" she insisted, dead set on beating Nel again. The sea green haired woman grinned like a madman and headed off to set with clearing out the large area that made up the plaza. Yuzu chuckled and followed, missing the looks between her elder brothers and Grimmjow.
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Later that evening the village was filled to the brim with tourists and guests from the resort, even some natives from other villages had come to see the grand tournament that was to take place. The ground had been cleaned off and the traditional soccer goals had been placed on either side of the center of the plaza the games were to take place in front of the large fountain, where the village chief and Shiro would be referees and final judges. Shiro was insisted to wear a traditional cloak (burgundy and royal purple stitched with gold colored threads) of some sort to recognize he was being given a special role. The colors stood out vividly against his skin, especially now under the fire lit torches and the glow of the setting sun.
Yuzu and a few younger girls from the village decided to be cheerleaders, and had quickly made little pompoms to use during the games. Vendors sold their wares off on the side and comfortable blankets had been taken out of personal homes or bought to sit and watch the games. The first four games would be normal with the traditional amount of soccer players, all of whom were members of the village. Over all there were expected to be five games in total, all timed thirty minutes as soon not to take up the entire night; tourists would eventually have to return to their cruises. The Jaegerjaquezs offered their own blanket to the Kurosaki family (sans Shiro) to watch the games until it was Karin and Nel's turn to compete. The girls playfully bantered against each other about who was going to win, much to everyone else's amusement.
The games actually begun once the sun had completely set, playing under the watchful eye of the gods of night and the moon. Shiro jokingly stated his approval of the games, which caused the locals (and the Kurosaki family) to laugh. The chief elder declared the tournament after the initial praying to the night and moon, and the first match was started.
Shiro was doing a really great job of refereeing the games; his calls were fair and showed no favoritism for any teams. The crowd began cheering for their own sides and the two families sharing the blanket cheering and booed alongside them. During the fourth game, Karin and Nel got up to change into their attire. Yuzu picked up her pompoms and headed towards the cheering girls to join them. Soon Ichigo and Grimmjow were left alone. Ichigo grinned cheekily.
"Don't be disappointed when Karin beats your sister again." He teased. Grimmjow laughed heartily.
"Don't sell my sister short; she knows what to expect now from your sister. This match is up for grabs. Just make sure your brother doesn't choose sides." He playfully warned; though he knew Shiro would rather his baby sister win fairly than to rely on favoritism. Ichigo knew his brother would never do such a thing anyways and rolled his eyes good naturedly. "Hey, listen, there's something I wanted to say now that everyone is distracted." Grimmjow said suddenly, his face growing serious as the crowd cheered as one team scored a goal. Ichigo blinked in surprise.
"Uh…..sure, Grimmjow, what is it?" Ichigo asked politely, though he couldn't help but feel a little nervous by how composed the other man was. Grimmjow inched a bit closer, leaning closer so he could whisper into Ichigo's ear, not that he needed to; the crowd was more than loud enough to drown him out if need be.
"I just wanted to say thank you. You and your family being here, was an incredible experience that I really won't forget. Thank you for letting me into your family this past two weeks." Grimmjow murmured. Ichigo felt a blush creep onto his face as he tried to wave it off.
"No-no-no, you've been amazing to us and we can't even begin to thank you enough!" Ichigo insisted. He smiled softly. "I'll have you know my sisters haven't needed to take their sleeping pills while they were here since the second night. Back at home they'd be lucky if they could go four days without requiring them. I really think being here and having you as our guide has helped them so much. Not to mention Shiro…" he gave a pointed look to his beloved brother.
Shiro looked like a king from his seat next to the chief. The cloak looked wonderful on him, and he grinned and waved to the other villagers after the match was called. Gone was the man who avoided going out to social events and dreaded being the center of attention. Even moreso, gone was the belief that he was unattractive and inferior, and he had Grimmjow to thank for that. Ichigo's smile grew wider as he turned back to the older man.
"You've done so much for us Grimmjow without even meaning to. You've given Shiro confidence I haven't been able to given to him despite being the closest person to him. You've given me new experiences…." Here he blushed again. "…..that I hope to continue in the near future." He muttered, worrying his lip slightly. Grimmjow found the sight endearing, but he could not risk touching him or kissing him as his sisters were still there, along with this crowd. Grimmjow huffed and turned back to the games, seeing Nel wave to all her friends and co-workers whereas Karin entertained her own little posse of fans from her first game against the older woman.
"Tch. Don't you get all mushy on me. I'm not worth it." Grimmjow stated. His face was warm, but it was surely the heat of the game. Ichigo's grin widened at the slight blush on the turquoise haired man and turned back to his sister. Once Shiro and the chief announced the beginning of the match, both men began cheering for their sister respectively.
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The crowd was going crazy as the girls blocked each other from the goal posts, tied with three points each. There was only two minutes left in the game, and Ichigo and Grimmjow shouted for their sisters to try underhanded tricks, much to Shiro's look of suppressed humor and Yuzu's irritation. Ichigo did end up elbowing the older man though when he tried suggesting Nel pull the move Karin used on her to win the last time, as her legs were not even in the right position to try that. Sides were taken and bets were being made around the crowd, but the two men ignored it in favor of cheering on their siblings.
The game ended with Nel winning the match, using a tricky maneuver to kick the ball over Karin's head and then head butt it into the goal. The villagers swarmed the field and lifted both players over their heads, Grimmjow whistling with his fingers to show his own celebration. Shiro gave Ichigo a look of disappointment; he really wanted his little sister to win, but the move was fair. Ichigo shrugged, Karin didn't seem to care that she lost; she looked really happy. Nel was given a crown of braided colored rope and dried tropical flowers as her reward for winning the game by the chief, and he gave the raven haired girl an ego boosting speech about how incredibly talented she was and thanking her for providing the village with such great entertainment.
Shiro was shocked when the chief insisted he keep the cloak, saying it would be an honor for him to keep it to remind him of the village for when he went back home. Yuzu gushed over how pretty it was, which made the crowd surrounding them laugh when Grimmjow translated and caused Shiro to blush and carefully remove it before handing it to her. Ichigo couldn't remember ever feeling this much at home as he did in that moment.
The Kurosaki family was invited to have drinks at the restaurant/bar, with the girl having virgin drinks naturally. Ichigo ended up talking to Halibel again, thanking her for allowing him to borrow her book, and likewise she thanked him for giving her the tools to understand a language unlike most she has seen. Shiro ended up chatting with Starrk and his daughter Lilynette, who he had taken a liking to tease playfully. Karin and Yuzu stayed around Nel, who by now was just a tad past drunk. Ichigo, too, was feeling good from the alcohol he consumed, but he was nowhere near as wasted as Nel was. Grimmjow began staying near his sister once it became obvious that she had drunk too much.
The celebrations went on late into the night, nearly midnight before Starrk announced he was cutting everyone off, regardless of sobriety, as it was far past his daughter's bedtime. Many co-workers agreed; they didn't need to be exhausted tomorrow morning since they still had a job to do. Karin, Lilynette, and Yuzu (huddled under the cloak that Shiro was given as a blanket) were nodding off with Nel, who in her own exhaustion (brought on by the match and the drinks) had used her elder brother's arm as a pillow and unintentionally smothered his lower body and arm with her ample chest. Shiro did nothing to hide his laughter at the look of irritation Grimmjow gave to his oblivious sister. One by one the co-workers headed towards their homes, saying farewell to the Kurosaki brothers, as they knew they wouldn't see them tomorrow.
That brought a pang of sadness to the twins as they really didn't want to go home; back to working hard to keep their family's home in their name, food in their stomachs, and funds to support Karin and Yuzu when they eventually went to college. But their time of relaxation and carefree living was over now, and they had to be responsible about it. Each twin carried a sister on their backs, as the girls, especially Karin, were exhausted. Shiro held the folded cloak in his free hand. Ichigo held the souvenirs they all bought in his. Grimmjow stayed around until the end, as his village was only ten minutes away from the restaurant, towing Nel over his shoulder. Ichigo smiled softly at him.
"Ne, Grimmjow…..are you going to be the one to take us to the airport?" he asked. Shiro waited patiently, as he too was curious. Grimmjow smiled back, albeit it seemed a little forced.
"I have to; I was yours the whole vacation after all." He joked, though it wasn't lost to either of them how much the elder man was clearly hurt by the idea of saying goodbye. Ichigo bit his lip; he knew this was eventually going to happen but he had been caught up in the passion of sex and closeness of the exotic resort employee. "….I'll be at your bungalows with the cart tomorrow morning at around nine. Your flight back to the mainland will be at ten-thirty. Go and get some rest." He offered before turning in the direction of his village, his sleeping sister's hair swishing back and forth on his back.
"Oi, Grimmjow." Shiro began, but then faltered as the elder man looked back at him, momentarily lost in the sadness in his turquoise eyes. "…..make sure ya get rest yerself. I ain't gonna forgive ya if ya crash ta damn cart 'cause ya were up all night." He threatened with a smile. Ichigo chuckled, typically Shiro to show concern in the strangest of ways. Grimmjow grinned, happy he hadn't said something sappy or actually heartfelt because he probably wouldn't have been able to take it at the moment.
"Will do, goodnight Shiro…..Ichigo." he said, before walking off. Ichigo smiled at his brother as they made their short trek to the bungalows. Shiro pouted, he knew that look.
"Wha' ya lookin' at me like tha' fer?" he asked, sounded a little cautious. His brother wasn't a complete romantic, but he had his moments and sometimes they just made him cringe. Ichigo simply laughed softly again, mindful of Yuzu on his back.
"You actually said the right thing at the right time. I just find it kind of funny that you of all people were capable of such a feat." He remarked as they carefully laid the girls into their bed and headed to their own rooms. He sighed. "I'm going to miss this place." He mused out loud. Shiro shrugged.
"Maybe once we have ta money ourselves we can come back. Ya know, like five years from now or somethin' like tha'." He offered, failing miserably to sound casual as he stripped for bed. Ichigo snickered.
"Yeah…maybe we should. I'm sure the girls would love that." He agreed, snuggling closer to his beloved twin. They were silent for a long time. "Ne, Shiro? We should really do something nice for our friends when we get back." He decided. Shiro snorted; typically Ichigo to think of others right before bed.
"I'll have tha' paid vacation leave tha' should be able ta take us all out ta dinner somewhere nice." He suggested. Ichigo nodded in agreement. "Alright, fine, we figured it out. Now fall asleep already dammit." Shiro ordered, beginning to really feel the excitement of the day take its toll. Ichigo said nothing, apparently sleeping already. Shiro smiled softly and ran his fingers through his twin's hair before falling asleep himself.
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It was with remorse and an accursed cell phone alarm that the men of the Kurosaki family woke up at seven-thirty. It was finally their last hours on the islands. The luggage was mostly packed excluding a few toiletries they would need for the shower and to cram some of their souvenirs into. As Shiro took his shower, Ichigo walked around the entirety of the rooms to make sure they didn't forget anything when he noticed the marble statue of Chandra, nearly forgotten about in the corner of the kitchenette. He smiled as he held the small figurine in his hands fondly, so grateful for the legend of this being that was able to bring proof of beauty to his elder brother.
Shiro walked out clad in a towel wondering where his twin had gone when he saw him holding the statue. He paused as he saw the almost lovingly way he held it. He cursed himself for not being able to see how much Ichigo loved him regardless of how he looked, and for not being able to see the greatness in himself on his own. This was not said in pride, but in humbleness. Ichigo looked up and nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw his elder brother staring at him. Shiro grinned. "Ya packin' tha' in my suitcase or yers?" he simply asked, which caused the orangette to grin back as he simply went and packed it into his brother's carry-on carefully so it wouldn't risk getting cracked or broken on the long flight home.
Shiro was ultimately the one to had to wake up the girls at eight-thirty (they played rock-paper-scissors) and Ichigo did another check around the rooms to make double sure that he didn't forget anything. Their carry-ons were filled to the brim and their suitcases were packed. He sighed as he held the book of mythology that Grimmjow gave him close to his chest. He was going to miss the confidence, gorgeous, and hilarious ultramarine colored man. Their vacation was five times more enjoyable with him involved.
"Aw, now isn't that a sight for sad eyes?" A teasing voice entered from nowhere. Ichigo spun around to lock eyes with a highly amused Grimmjow twirling his master key in his hand. Ichigo sputtered.
"Grim-grim-Grimmjow, you scaring the crap out of me!" he accused the older man. Said bluenette merely laughed. "What are you doing here so early? I thought you weren't coming until nine?" he asked. Grimmjow indicated with his thumb towards the clock in the sitting room. It read eight fifty-six. Ichigo blinked; had that much time really passed already? He felt like he just sent Shiro to wake up the girls.
"Sorry if this seems a little inappropriate, but I wanted to get in a little more time with you before Nel joins us on the way to the restaurant." He offered. Ichigo was confused, which caused the older man to roll his eyes. "Did you expect us to throw you out without eating something?" he asked with a smirk.
Ichigo blushed. "Not really…..I was more confused about why Nel would be there? What about her job?" he asked. Grimmjow's grin only got wider.
"Her activities aren't until later this afternoon. There's two activity instructors, they just happen to go back and forth with shifts." He explained. Ichigo nodded in understanding. "But enough about my little sister." He closed the space between them, causing Ichigo to let out an eep of surprise. "I still have one more gift to give you before you leave." He muttered, before claiming Ichigo's soft lips. Ichigo relaxed only moments afterwards, setting the book down and grasping onto the older man's shoulders, deepening the kiss.
"…..Wow." A shocked feminine voice was heard, causing the two men to rip away from each other and stare at a very surprised Karin. They both turned sickly pale as they took another step away from each other.
"Ka-ka-ka-Karin! How long have you been standing there?" Ichigo asked, gripping the countertop for support as his legs were shaking. Grimmjow swallowed hard and cleared his throat.
"I think I'll...ah…check on the other two." He mumbled awkwardly as he rushed out of the room. Karin numbly watched him leave before turning back to her brother. Ichigo bit his lip and ran a hand through his hair nervously. They never really came out to their sisters…..in the 'normal' sense. Until now, both girls had been under the impression that they just didn't have the time to have a proper girlfriend. The raven haired girl blinked several times.
"…..I'm surprised Ichi-nii. I never thought you would have gone for someone like Grimmjow-san." She said simply, causing her elder brother to gape at her like a fish out of water.
"You…aren't freaked out?" he asked cautiously. Then again, this was Karin he was talking to; she really didn't overreact about too many things. Apparently this wasn't worth overreacting.
"Yuzu and I were talking about it not too long ago, about how you've never really had a girlfriend." She wisely kept the part where she had joked about Grimmjow liking him in return. "We sort of suspected it, but never really had proof you know?" she asked. Ichigo let out a shuddering breath. This was not how he had anticipated coming out to his sisters would look it. "So does…Shiro-nii know?" she asked. When Ichigo snapped up to look at her in alarm she held up her hands. "….about being gay! Not about…..Grimmjow….." she finished awkwardly.
Ichigo's blush seemed determined to leave a permanent mark on his face. "Yeah, he knows. He's known for a few years now." He added truthfully. Karin nodded, her eyes still a little out of focus. "Karin…please don't tell Yuzu. I don't think I'm ready for her to know yet." He begged. Karin shook her head.
"Wasn't planning on it Aniki. Besides, she'd be devastated right now since she also had a crush on Grimmjow, big time." She admitted, causing Ichigo to wince. He knew she had a crush on the man, but if Karin was saying she'd be devastated, that meant she really took a liking to him. "So….did you have sex with him?" She asked casually.
Ichigo's eyes grew as wide as dinner plates. "Karin! I refuse to talk about whatever sex life I may or may not have with my little sister!" he stammered. She grinned.
"I'm sixteen Ichi-nii, it isn't like I don't know how it works." She teased. "I bet he was on top wasn't he?" she asked, that quirky smile still on her face. Ichigo's face was pure red as he simply pointed towards the door. She fake pouted. "Killjoy." She muttered, but nonetheless left the hut. He was relieved she hadn't asked more about Shiro…..he didn't feel like it was his place to come out for his elder brother. Then again, all those years of him flirting with women must have convinced her that at least her eldest brother was straight.
Said eldest brother chose that time to walk in, looking concerned. Grimmjow must have somehow let him know Karin saw them. He said nothing to the still shaken-up redhead, merely pulling him in for a comforting hug. Ichigo closed his eyes and allowed himself to relax into the hug. Slender white fingers threaded into his soft hair as he willed himself not to have a mental breakdown. That had been terrifying; regardless of how well his sister had taken it. Shiro pulled away to look at him.
"She's not gonna judge ya Ichigo. She said so ta me on ta way back ta her room." He simply said before pulling him back in for another hug. Ichigo let out a shuddering sob. "Does she know about me too?" he whispered. Ichigo slowly shook his head. Shiro sighed. "Probably fer ta best right now. One shock a' a time right?" he joked, successfully bringing a smile to his younger twin's face. "Come on now, they're probably ready ta go. We need ta pick up all these damn bags." He groaned, pulling away from his more sensitive brother for the last time to pick up some of the bags on the floor. "Oi, don't forget tha' book on ta counter." He warned just as Ichigo bent down to grab his carry-on.
Ichigo blinked, and sure enough, the book of Hindu mythology was there resting on the counter. He grinned as he carefully stuffed into his carry-on. "Don't worry, I wouldn't have dreamed of leaving it behind." He said with a smile as he followed his brother out of the bure they had called home for the last two weeks for the last time.
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Surprisingly the short drive to the restaurant was hardly awkward. Grimmjow was surprised as Karin and Ichigo seemed as close as ever, despite what had happened. They even shot jokes back and forth between each other as they took their spot at the restaurant. Starrk waved to them from his spot at the bar, prepping it for the brunch drinkers. Nel squealed once she saw them and gathered them all in a tight group hug, with poor Karin and Yuzu getting a face full of her breasts. Grimmjow couldn't help himself as he laughed at the four completely different reactions; awe (Shiro), indifference (Ichigo; he endured too much of Rangiku at the college), discomfort (Karin), and depression and jealousy (Yuzu). They knew they didn't have too much time to eat, so they ordered fruits and eggs. Grimmjow stayed fairly close to the window to make sure no one would think of snooping into their luggage while Nel sat and chatted animatedly with the family. Yuzu tilted her head in Grimmjow's direction.
"Ne, ne, Grimmjow, why don't you join us?" she asked with a timid smile. He chuckled and shook his head. Ichigo mocked pouted.
"Aw, come on Grimmjow. I really don't anyone is going to try and steal our things. They wouldn't dare least they think Shiro will put a curse on them." he teased, rousing a laugh from the family and drawing out a grin from the blue haired man. With a sigh he edged closer, but didn't actually sit least someone really was that foolish. "You know Nel; you're still wearing that crown from yesterday." Ichigo pointed out. She beamed.
"I know." She chirped, though she didn't sound like she was bragging. In fact, to everyone's surprise, she took it off and set it on Karin's head. Karin quickly took it off and held it in her hands, unable to speak.
"Ne-Nel-san! You didn't have to do that, you won the match fair and square!" Yuzu insisted. Nel shook her head, still grinning.
"Nah, I don't mind. Karin was one of the toughest players I've ever come across and she's still a kid! Besides," she smirked, something the others have never seen her do and found it quite disturbing actually. "I think I'll be able to make up for it and win a few more." She taunted. Karin grinned and placed the crown back onto her head. Grimmjow chuckled at his sister's statement; she wasn't lying even though the family was unaware. The amount of money made from that tournament last night had the chief deciding to make the event reoccurring every night after the full moon, with the winner of the fourth game playing against Nel as the final challenge.
"I bet you will Nel-san. Thank you for everything you have done for us. Especially for taking us scuba diving, because that had to be one of the most incredible things I have ever seen in my young life." Karin praised, causing the older woman to blush prettily and bury her face into her hands. Grimmjow checked his watch and sighed.
"I hate to rush everyone, but you should finish up what you're planning on eating in the next ten minutes if we want to catch your plane on time." He said reluctantly. Nel pouted as they resumed eating. "Sorry Nel, but they can't stay forever. They have a life somewhere else." He reminded her. She frowned.
"You sound like you had to practice saying that to yourself to make it hurt less." She accused. He narrowed his eyes at her in warning. "Fine, fine, act like you aren't going to miss them. Must be a manliness thing to not care about people you like." She sniffed, before grinning and switching back to her slow but improving Japanese in order to answer a few questions Yuzu had.
'Trust me…..you have no idea how bad a mood I'm going to be when they get on that flight.' He thought darkly. He hadn't meant to get so attached to the damn family, but the girls had been so sweet and the men were sexy as fuck and incredibly resilient people and he found himself longing to join them on that ride back to Japan. He could only hope that their lives back at home would be less stressful on all of them. He knew what living without parents was like; it was awful and had to be tough on the girls. But once he dropped them off at the small airport there really wasn't anything he could do. He looked back up when the family of four stood up and gave individual hugs to the less than thrilled scuba instructor. Starrk waved them off, shouting a farewell in English since he knew that they could somewhat understand.
The short drive to the parking lot was silent as the girls examined the crown further and the boys wistfully stared out at the scenery. Grimmjow made them settle inside the car before he packed their bags, not wanting them to see the brief moment of despair that flashed over his face. He schooled his features once he got into the driver's seat.
"Ne…Grimmjow?" Yuzu's voice called out once they were halfway to the airport. He quirked an eyebrow and waited patiently for her question. "…how do you say goodbye in Fijian?" she asked, her big brown eyes sad but curious. Ichigo looked up from whatever he was writing on a short piece of paper from where he sat in the back. Shiro looked at him from the passenger seat. Grimmjow swallowed.
"There….really isn't a proper phrase for this sort of parting in Fijian." He admitted, causing the coffee haired girl to look down in disappointment. "However, there is a phrase that means have a good journey: Vanuinui vinaka e nomu volau." He spoke each word slowly and repeated it twice to make sure they understood. Karin and Yuzu's eyes were wide with fascination. "I have one more phrase to share with you as well." He announced, as they pulled into the airport. He pulled them all out of the car and removed their entire luggage set before smiling at them. "Vanuinui vinaka: Good luck." He said with a grin.
Shiro and Ichigo tensed as they heard the hidden meaning underneath those words; he wanted them to stay happy together as long as they could, especially Shiro so that he wouldn't ever relapse into beliefs that he was unattractive. Ichigo blinked rapidly to dispel any tears that threatened to fall.
"…..What's Fijian for 'thank you' then?" he asked once he was sure his throat wasn't tight. Grimmjow's smile only grew wider.
"…..Vinaka vaka levu." He simply said. Yuzu burst into tears and hugged the turquoise haired man, with Karin following suit while being mindful of the flower crown. Carefully, once he saw approval from the elder brothers, Grimmjow hugged them back. Some pedestrians stared at them oddly, but the Kurosaki family couldn't be assed to care right now. He gently peeled the tearful girls off of him with an equally gentle smile. "Go on. You don't want to miss your flight." He ordered them. Shiro ushered for the girls to follow him, Ichigo staying behind. "Aren't you going to join them?" he asked jokingly. Ichigo pulled out his wallet and he shook his head. "Ichigo, trust me, you more than tipped me well enough already, I don't want your money." He tried, before a rolled up wad of bills were pushed into his hands.
Ichigo simply smiled. "Trust me Grimmjow. I think you'll enjoy this tip a little more than usual. See it as my 'Vinaka vaka levu' in return for all you have done for us." He forced Grimmjow to close his hand over the bills, and gave him a brief hug. "For everything." He whispered, before pulling away and jogging over to his awaiting family. Grimmjow waved goodbye to all of them, forcing himself to memorize every detail of their faces so that he would never forget them before they boarded their flight. He stood there for a long time after their flight took off before he finally looked down at the wad in his hand. Ichigo had left him roughly about $200 in tip, so $100 per week. He was confused; how would that make him appreciate the tip more? That was, until he saw the folded note in between the bills.
His face split into a wide grin and he hurriedly got inside the car before he started laughing like a maniac. The note had two phone numbers, and a message that said this:
'Grimmjow, above is mine and Shiro's phone cell phone numbers. Feel free to call or text us whenever Chandra is completely exposed. There is no need for 'good luck'…if we were willingly to try adding another person we'll be damned if we let long distance get in our way. Try not to forget us in the meantime.
Ichigo and Shiro/Chandra Kurosaki
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It had been two years since the Kurosaki family had gone on their unforgettable trip to Fiji. The girls no longer needed the sleeping medications, which sometimes put a damper on the older twins' nightly plans. Yuzu and Karin were on their way to graduating and being accepted into Tokyo U with incredible scholarships. Karin with her incredible soccer skills was planning to be a professional soccer player, and Yuzu for her extraordinary grades was planning to be a veterinarian. Ichigo and Shiro couldn't have been more proud of their younger sisters. Ichigo graded from the community college and had quickly picked up a teaching assistant's job two seasons after their fated vacation. Two years later, he had become a reputed teacher of his own and was teaching Japanese literature at his old high school, and was studying for his Masters in order to become a fully-fledged professor at the same university his sisters were going to. Shiro mastered the art of auto maintenance and repair, and with a few funds from their parent's savings account this year, opened his own auto repair shop called Bankai Maintenance. It was already showing a lot of promise, and business was always thriving.
Last year, the men talked about it, and finally sat Yuzu and Karin (for the sake of pretend) down and let them know Ichigo was gay. Shiro decided it would just shock them too much to hear he too was gay, and instead 'came out' as asexual. Yuzu had been very accepting of her brothers' announcements, and assured them she still loved them very much regardless. Karin was surprised at her eldest brother and asked him about all his flirting he did over the years. He merely stated it was his way of hiding the truth. Naturally, the admittance of Ichigo's…involvement with Grimmjow came up, and while Yuzu was temporarily hurt that her brother had been involved with her one time crush, she got over it quickly as she knew he would think of her as too young anyways.
Ichigo had been relieved, and he insisted that no one feel as though anyone had to be treated differently. He did forget to mention, conveniently, that he and Shiro were still talking to their exotic colored friend. Yes, on nights when Shiro felt incredibly low and unattractive or when he himself had a hard day of work, Ichigo would call Grimmjow, and his smooth baritone voice helped both of them heal. Ichigo ended up calling him more, the stress of being a teacher and the pain of not being able to actually touch him hurting him far more than it hurt for Shiro. All three admitted how hard it was to not be able to see each other again, but the twins had told the man of their plans to come back soon. They were planning on going again as a graduation trip for their sisters. The last time they spoke, Grimmjow couldn't help but express his excitement over the phone, and it had made the twins grin happily know he was just as excited as they were.
However, the last time they had spoken or even heard from the ultramarine haired man was three months ago, and he wasn't answering his phone. Ichigo had taken it the hardest, after revealing so much to the elder man it stung that he had suddenly ignored them. Shiro assured his younger twin that there had to be a rational explanation, though he had a sinking feeling that Grimmjow had found something much more important than a long distance relationship that didn't even have phone sex.
Ichigo sighed as he paid some bills that evening. The blue haired bastard was on his mind again, and it still stung deeply how he had not given them any warning or explanation. If he wanted to stop…..whatever the hell they were doing, that was one thing. To up and ignore them forever more was wholly another. He groaned and figured he would get some sleep early tonight since the school was currently on winter break. Shiro was in the gym that they had put into the old clinic. The girls were out with some friends and wouldn't be back until tomorrow morning. He heard a knock at the door and sighed; praying like hell it wasn't some annoying salesman. Shiro walked in and headed towards the kitchen to grab himself a bottle of water as the sound of knocking grew louder.
Ichigo rolled his eyes. "Geez, I'm coming." He muttered. He opened the door and was about to (politely) decline any deals but found his jaw drop in shock. There, in all his handsome, sexy glory, was Grimmjow. All rational thoughts about how angry he should be at this man were left behind as he let out a strangled cry and latched onto the man. Shiro dropped his water and stood there struck dumb by how little the man has changed. However, both twins could agree on one thing; the exotically crafted man looked incredibly sexy in a suit jacket and pants.
Grimmjow could only laugh and hold the excitable redhead close to his body as he breathed in the scents of the man he missed so badly since two years ago. He grunted in surprise as another body suddenly smacked into him, but he kept his footing and managed to keep from falling onto his ass. The second body quickly removed his younger brother from the other man and quickly invited him inside, as it was freezing cold out. Ichigo couldn't help himself; he grabbed the elder man and poured the last two years of his life into a kiss. Grimmjow responded with just as much earnest before Ichigo finally pulled away with a wide smile and a misty look in his eyes.
Ichigo panted harshly, he did not pull away until the need for oxygen made itself know. "We missed you so much!" he managed before pulling in for another hug. He prayed this wasn't some daydream he started having, because that would be one sick joke. He knew it was real though, when the man peeled him off (had it been a dream the sexy blue haired man would have him laid across the table by now). Grimmjow snickered softly.
"I missed you guys too, you have no idea." He finally spoke, and oh god did Ichigo miss the sound of his voice. Grimmjow opened his arms a little wider in order to incorporate Shiro into a proper group hug. "Oh Shiva, I missed you two so goddamn much." He all but moaned. Shiro gripped his jacket tightly.
"Where ta fuck where ya these last three months? We thought ya gave up on us." He demanded softly. Ichigo still couldn't find it in himself to be angry at the elder man, but he did agree with his elder twin. Grimmjow sighed and pulled away from the two of them.
"I know, and I am so fucking sorry about that. It took me roughly two and half months just to get all my stuff moved up here by boat, and there's really no service on the ocean. Then I had to make sure everything was brought in properly and safely." He explained, only to get confused looks from both of them.
"Move your stuff by boat? Why would you…..why did you do that? What about your job?" Ichigo asked; worry clear in his bright amber eyes. Grimmjow snorted.
"To tell you the truth, guys, I was fired the day you four left." he admitted. At the shocked looks he elaborated. Aizen found the note you left me and fired me right on the spot. He would have fired Nel too if she hadn't been so good at her job." He explained. Ichigo felt horrible; to think after all the times he had called the man over how difficult becoming a teacher had been, he had cost him his job. "Oh no, don't you dare feel guilty Ichigo. I was so fucking close to beating the shit out him and getting fired that way." He assured the smaller man, causing Shiro to snort. "I got a job as a fisherman for the village, and would go scuba diving for oysters in my free time with Nel." He continued.
Feeling like this was going to become a long story, Ichigo motioned for the man to sit down in the living room. "So what happened next?" he asked, Shiro taking the spot next to him on the loveseat. Grimmjow shook his head.
"Have either of you two ever heard of South Sea pearls?" he asked, crossing his legs. Ichigo frowned; it didn't sound foreign, but he couldn't say he knew what Grimmjow was talking about in the first place. Both twins shook their heads. "Well, not long after I was fired, Nel ended up quitting, and we decided to do treasure hunting together. You know, looking for sunken ships or clams that could hold pearls." He grinned. "Well we ended up hitting the mother-load; there were huge varieties of South Sea natural pearls growing miles off shore of Yasawa. Hundreds and hundreds of undiscovered pearls in all sorts of colors and sizes! Nel and I were able to collect the whole thing and make bank. Since neither of us was employed with the resort anymore, they held no claim and we were the only ones who received monetary value. Essentially, we've become millionaires." He admitted with a laugh.
The twins could not believe their ears; their gorgeous, confident friend and lover had ended up hitting it big time! What was more shocking to Shiro was that he was still deciding to associate with middle class people like them when he could be smoozing it up with the richest of the rich it seemed. Grimmjow then blinked and smacked himself over the head, seemingly forgetting something.
"That reminds me; these are for the girls." He declared, pulling out two short boxes from his jacket pockets and handing one to each twin. Ichigo could not cover his gasp of shock when he saw the beautiful but not perfectly shaped light purple pearl necklace that shined in the light of the living room. Shiro held a similar necklace in a pale gold color. "I'll admit, not all of those pearls are from our harvest, but every one of them are naturally those colors." He informed them. Ichigo shook his head slowly and Grimmjow grinned. "Oi, don't you dare refuse; I worked hard to select the colors of those pearls." He teased. Ichigo swallowed heavily.
"…You son of a bitch." He started, but he was smiling, so Grimmjow knew he wasn't angry. Ichigo carefully put the box down and proceeded to pepper the man in affectionate kisses. "You truly are an amazing person." He decided, tears of joy streaming down his face. Shiro couldn't agree more; and proceeded to agree with his twin by following his lead. Grimmjow found his head tilting back from the ministrations and sighed happily as he held his twins, yes, his twins, close to him, his warm hands stroking up and down their backs as they cuddled closer. "There's also, uh, two more gifts by the way." He admitted, a light blush forming on his face. He dug deeper into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys from one pocket, and another set of keys from the other. "This set of keys is to my house in Yasawa, and the other ones are to my new house here in Japan." He explained, placing them on the table. "Nel and I moved out of the village once we became wealthy and settled it on a plot of land that's generally undisturbed. It's a hell of a lot bigger than the one you remember, mostly because Nel's planning on living there and having tons of kids." He teased. "Still….after two years of…somewhat being with you two, and only you, might I add, I feel like we have definitely moved on to the next level don't you think?" he asked with a kind smile, though he looked a little worried that they would shoot him down.
Shiro's mouth opened and closed several times before he spoke. "….Yer really serious about this? Ya want ta keep us involved in yer life even though ya could have whoever ta fuck ya want with ta type a' money ya have?" he asked slowly, not quite comprehending it yet. Grimmjow snorted.
"Trust me Shiro. I've been in a relationship with two men nine hours away from me for two years and no real sex after the last time we were together, I think I'm sure I want who I want, though don't expect to start bending down on one knee and pulling out rings." He chuckled. Ichigo raised an eyebrow, smirking.
"Oh? You mean to tell you you've lost your 'healthy sex' lifestyle for us? Oh sweet." He sarcastically cooed, bringing a smirk to his brother's face. Grimmjow snorted again.
"Hardly, my sex life is still healthy thank you, my right arm just got stronger in the process." He stated, rousing a hoot of laughter from the paler twin. Ichigo merely rolled his eye at the man and gave a knowing look to his brother.
"Well, I supposed we should fix that, eh Aniki?" he asked, standing up and away from the two still sitting on the couch. "I'm afraid Yuzu and Karin aren't home tonight, and won't be back until later tomorrow afternoon." He offered as Shiro popped off of Grimmjow's lap as well. Shiro waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"Ne, Grimmjow, you want to come see our room?" he asked, before shooting up the stairs after his brother, the blue haired man hot on their heels, sounds of laughter echoing through the house.
Ah yes, at the moment it seemed like the Kurosaki twins were anything but unlucky.
