People, I may be busy like Japanese lunch time rush, but I can't go a day without writing, it's official. But noooo, it's not my already ongoing fictions, no. It has to be a new one. Is it just me or whenever there is stress from work there is much more inspiration?

Anyway, this idea is from an Australian reality show from which I saw only one episode, and it is called "Dating in the dark". The show is really freaky and creepy for my tastes, but (of course) I thought it'd be much, much cooler if it was grimmichi. So I did my own version of it. Yeah... So enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or any of the characters.

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This is shit.

Grimmjow huffed in agitation and threw his pencil on his unfinished character. This was so stupidly shitty. Video games design... As much as he adored his awesome and awesomely paying job, how did things went down if he couldn't work?

Ain't nobody got time for that! Muse, come back!

Long fingers slid under his rectangular framed, orange glasses and over his eyes to rub them and relieve some of the pressure. Then, he glanced at the clock, the digital numbers blinking an angry 11:00pm. Oh, shit it was kinda late and he had woken up at 6 in the morning, so it was normal to be tired, right? He should sleep now, even if business wasn't done yet. Besides, one; he was the boss of the team and two; he had started the project a little earlier than it was supposed to-

Ring ring ring.

Blue eyebrows marred together in a frown. Who the hell called him at that hour?

Tiredly, Grimmjow dragged his feet from his desk to the kitchen table, where he had neglected his phone since that morning and bleary blue eyes glanced at the bright screen. Almost instantly, his eyes rolled.

"What is it, Nelliel?", he grunted on the phone. Of course it was Nelliel; his older sis called almost every day to check up on him, ever since the time he left for uni, five years ago. He was an adult now, working and everything but nooo, Nel had to call. She had always been more like his second mother than a sister to begin with.

"Grimm!", she chirped, "How are you, baby-bro?"

With long, lazy steps, Grimmjow walked into his bedroom and sat on his bed. "Tired," he said earnestly and then yawned, "You?"

"I'm good, I'm good," she rushed to explain, "Hey, Grimm... Can you pwease do me a favor?"

Grimmjow's second yawn was halted midway, vanishing away in an instant. Uh-oh. That didn't sound good. When Nelliel asked for a favor it was either immoral or illegal and promised to make Grimmjow uncomfortable.

"It depends on the kind of favor," he replied carefully.

There was a small pause before Nelliel began speaking again. "So I have this project for uni," she gushed excitedly, "Which is how two strangers interact with each other for the first time, one in the dark and then the light. Aka I'm gonna pair you up with another person and leave you in a room for an hour to see your reactions."

Grimmjow was helluva awake by that time, his eyes wide and nostrils flaring nervously. Meeting with a stranger? In the dark? Then the light? Oh God... That would be so... Awkward.

You see, Grimmjow wasn't a people's person. He was actually... A shy one. Okay, not overly-shy, to the point of having no opinion but when it came into meeting new people or - God forbid - flirting... Yeah, he avoided that kind of thing like the plague. Unless someone else pursued him and tried to talk to him, he wouldn't do anything. An anti-social with flesh and bones people, that was for sure. It was embarrassing, to say at the very least, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't come out of his shell. According to Nelliel, who was finishing her psychology degree that year, this went back to his school days, when he was the fat, ugly and gay boy of the class and a couple of people bullied him.

Who knew?

It wasn't a secret that he was gay. He wasn't ashamed of it. If he was proud about a couple of things in his life these would be his tenacity, with which he achieved losing that extra weight and becoming defined and sexy, his bright blue hair and matching eyes, as well as his sexual orientation. The support from home and family was important for him to love himself as he was.

Having said all that, it was understandable why he was very, very apprehensive about what his older sister was suggesting.

"That's... That's kinda strange, ain't it, Nelliel?", Grimmjow muttered, scratching the back of his head, "I mean, you know I'm not good with people-"

"That's why you'll first get to know each other in the dark," the girl cut him off efficiently, then sighed. "C'mon Grimmjow, it'll be fun. Maybe it'll help you out with your apprehension. I promise I'll pair you up with a sweet person."

"I don't know..."

"Please, please, please!", Nelliel insisted passionately.

With an exasperated sigh, Grimmjow facepalmed. One of the things he also couldn't do was to deny his sister anything. He loved and admired her too much for that. The demon knew it and took advantage of it, obviously, but in a good way. Nelliel wasn't a bitch... Most of the times.

"Okay," he finally agreed, pushing his fingers through his hair and grinning when his sister squealed happily on the other end.

"Thank you! Thank you so much, baby-bro!", she chirped and sent him a kiss, "I promise it'll be fun! I promise!"

"We will see," Grimmjow chuckled, entirely too unsure about it but he didn't want to show it.

We'll see... Indeed we will.

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This was a bad idea, Grimmjow had a hunch for it. This unsettling sensation at the pit of his stomach, as soon as his sister brought him outside the dark room he was supposed to wait for his pair, was driving him insane. Wary blue eyes glanced at the shorter female standing and grinning at him, blue eyebrows frowning. "Can't I back down now?"

Nelliel scowled at him, tucking of tuff of her long, sea-green hair behind her ear. "C'mon, Grimmjow! You said you'll do it! Don't be a wuss."

The blue-haired man sighed and rubbed his face with his large hand. "I ain't a wuss... I'm just-"

"Shy," the woman added instead of him, "I know. I promised you, I picked a guy who is really sweet."

A guy? She never told me he'd be a guy. Cool. A guy is better than females, you know, brotherhood-kindofish. "Do you know him?"

"He's from campus," the green haired girl explained, shifting on her legs, "I've talked to him a couple of times."

"So...", Grimmjow pressed, anxious to know more about that guy so that he wouldn't feel so awkward when he met him, "How is he like?"

"I ain't gonna tell ya," Nelliel stared at him incredulously and pushed him - hard - towards the door, "Now get your ass in there and wait for him. I'll bring him in a couple of minutes."

Tough luck, ne? Nelliel saw right through him.

With a long, suffering sigh, Grimmjow opened the door to the dark room and faced a black curtain, which he shoved away and once he stepped in, he came across another door. Oooh, I see; Nel is making sure we ain't cheating. He chuckled to himself. That girl was smart as hell.

Grimmjow opened the second door and swallowed around the lump in his throat at the sight that greeted him. Well... It wasn't exactly a sight because it was pitch dark and he couldn't ever see his fucking nose. He stood there, by the door for a few moments, contemplating on whether he wanted to step out and go home or stay. His curiosity about his pair peaked over the apprehension and soon, Grimmjow was fumbling and stumbling his way towards a small couch Nelliel had assured him was there.

He found the couch alright. He found the damn thing after he banged his hips and shins on every other available surface in that effing room.

"Oh God," he groaned as soon as he sat down, tilting his head backwards, resting it on the comfy pillows, "I knew this was a bad idea."

At that moment, he heard the door behind him open and close, his ears perking up, the nerves clamping around his stomach nervously all over again. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! There he was! Oh God, what to do, what to say, he wasn't ready yet-

"Hello?"

At the sound of that deep, masculine, delicious voice, all of Grimmjow thoughts came into a screeching halt. What the...? Who had such perfect voice? Grimmjow always had a thing for voices, hands and smells and this guy was already scoring with that crime instead of a voice that he had.

Apparently, Grimmjow was too lost in his own musings that he didn't reply the man's calling, therefore sooner than later, the guy was calling out to him again. "Anybody here?"

"U-uh, yes," the blunet stuttered, crimson finding it's way to his face but, thank God, it was dark, "Sorry, I'm right here."

"Oh," the voice said, sounding just as awkward as Grimmjow felt, "Well, I gotta say this is not what I expected."

A chuckle left Grimmjow's lips and he shifted on the couch as if to look behind him. "Nelliel is full of surprises."

"I figured."

Soft, timid footsteps reached Grimmjow's sensitive ears and he realized that the guy was kinda close to him. He shifted once more, kneeling on the couch and reaching out to the other guy carefully. "The couch is right here, gimme you hand."

"If I could see where your hand was, dear, I don't think we'd be in this situation right now," the other guy snickered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Grimmjow instantly felt like an idiot.

"Yes... You're right. I'm sorry."

There was a long pause from the other guy's part and the blunet started feeling anxious over again. Oh God, what had he done? Had he insulted the other?

"U-Uh, I should be the one apologizing," the wonderful voice muttered sheepishly, "I'm sometimes a little too sarcastic for my own good. Truthfully, I'm not the jerk I appear to be."

Grimmjow instantly felt his lips stretching into a small smile, Nelliel's words coming to his mind; "I promise I'll pair you with a sweet person."

"It's okay," he replied, listening to the soft sound of the other's fumbling against the couch's back, "I sometimes overthink stuff."

A delicious chuckle resonated from somewhere in his right. "We're on the same boat, aren't we?"

Grimmjow reached out with his hand, his fingers brushing against something soft and warm. "Yeah," he agreed, then frowned, "Am I touching you?"

"If what tickles the top of my hand is you, then yes. If it's not, I'm going to scream."

Another snicker. A shake of head. This guy is funny at least. "Yeah it's me."

"Phew," the other sighed in relief, "I really wouldn't want things to crawl on me while in the dark."

"Agreed," the blue-haired man said softly, grasping the other's hand into his, pulling him towards the right direction gently. "Come over to this side," he instructed and the guy followed, "Be careful, there is a table-" Bang! "Uuh, I guess, too late for that."

"Ow!", was the yowl of pain that followed as soon as the guy hit against that table, "Who the hell would put a table in here?!"

"That's the same thing I wondered when I banged my shin against it."

"Damn, it hurts," the other complained and Grimmjow heard him taking a few unstable steps forward, "Where the hell are you?"

At that, Grimmjow thought it was a good idea to stand up. And he did. And that brought the guy closer to him, too close for his own comfort because their chests were touching all of a sudden. A pair of hands found their way to his shoulders, searching and Grimmjow was blushing like mad by now, unable to move or speak from the embarrassment.

"I hit a wall," said the other, sounding confused, his hands dropping to Grimmjow's chest, then abdomen, "Rock hard wall, if I may add."

"That's me," Grimmjow said, his voice hoarse but it sounded sexy, so it was sort of okay. Those hands instantly left his body, snapping away as if they were burnt.

"Oh shit," the guy cursed, "Sorry."

"It's alright," the blunet fought against his embarrassment and reached out to touch the guy, his hands falling on something smooth and sturdy and edgy; probably the guy's shoulders, "Let's sit down now."

"Wow, yer really tall," the guy said as soon as they finally sat down on the couch, next to each other, "How tall?"

"6'2."

"Aw sweet; I'm a nice, single six."

"That's good."

"I'm also single in real life," the guy added, voice filled with amusement, making Grimmjow laugh.

"Is that good?", he questioned.

The other guy sighed. "No. I've been single for too long."

"Tough time getting the ladies?", Grimmjow joked, suddenly feeling confident enough to do so. Maybe it was the dark, maybe it was the other man sitting next to him and snickering with him, he didn't know but didn't care either.

"Not so much trouble; I am really busy," he replied, "And it's not ladies... I'm gay. Hope you don't mind."

Blue eyebrows hit an equally blue hairline in their astonishment. This guy was gay? Christ, the possibilities! "I don't mind," Grimmjow said with a smile, even though he knew the other wouldn't see him, "I'm gay too."

"Oh you are?", exclaimed the other and sighed in relief, "Jesus Christ, I was so stressed... There are so many homophobic pricks in our world you never know when you'll meet one."

Grimmjow's smile turned bitter, the memories of his childhood flooding his head and making him sneer mentally. "I know very well what you mean."

The other guy sighed. "You've been bullied too?"

"More often than not."

"People are so stupid sometimes." The guy's voice was low and angry.

"Selfish too," Grimmjow added, joining the hating.

"I feel sorry for them, though," he suddenly said, "Because they are so ignorant."

The blue-haired man frowned. "They never cared to learn."

"Or they were never taught," the guy corrected him, a smile in his voice. A smile that triggered Grimmjow's own.

"My name is Grimmjow, by the way," he said, all of a sudden changing the subject.

"Mmm, what a nice name," the guy admitted, "I'm Ichigo. I would offer you my hand but I can't even see my nose."

Grimmjow grinned through his blush. It was embarrassing that a grown ass man blushed with every little opportunity but nobody had ever complemented his name before and it made him feel kind of flattered for once. Ichigo was honest and forward; the complete opposite of him, but it wasn't overwhelming. The blunet liked that.

"That's true," he agreed, shifting on the couch to get more comfortable, "So, what are we supposed to do now?"

"Dunno," Ichigo muttered, "But I gotta say that you have an amazing voice."

"O-Oh... I-I... Thanks," Grimmjow stuttered, heart thudding in his chest. Ooh! Shut up! Man up!

The other man obviously spotted his nervousness because he immediately started to apologize. "Sorry, I'm sometimes blunt... Didn't meant to make you, uh, uncomfortable."

"No, no, it's fine," Grimmjow explained, hating himself for being so shy, "I'm just a little... Introverted, you know? Not very used to compliments like, uh, the ones you do."

"Alright then, I'll cut off some of it," Ichigo promised, however his words confused Grimmjow a little. What did he mean by "some of it"?

"So, Grimmjow," the man soon drawled, pulling the blunet out of his musings, "Let's do this how Nelliel wants us, right?" The couch next to him shifted and soon, Grimmjow sensed a warm body fitting by his side, a thin arm carelessly wrapping around his shoulders and a Godly smell of vanilla and coconut assaulting his senses, making his head spin.

"Are you sure this is how Nelliel wants us to do it?", Grimmjow questioned, slightly panicking, "I mean, I-"

"That's certainly how I wanna do it," Ichigo assured him, "I mean, the moment I stepped in, you electrocuted me with that voice of yours, next thing I know you're tall and fit and broad, adorably humble and shy..." The man took a deep breath through the nose. "You smell like a sin too... Totally my type. Seriously, if you want me to go away, just tell me and I will, but if you don't mind, I'd rather stay here, thanks."

If there was light in the room, it would have been extra mortifying because Ichigo would have seen how red Grimmjow face actually was. That shit was literally flaming like a sea-side bonfire. Thank the Lord that it was dark.

"I-I... Uh, no," Grimmjow finally swallowed, "It's fine."

It was evident that Ichigo smiled at him. "Great," he said, fingers fumbling on the blunet's bicep until they found his palm and wiggled underneath it, "Now tell me all about you."

"What do you wanna know?", Grimmjow muttered, trying to hide how uncomfortable and aroused he actually was. What? So much bodily contact, with Ichigo being so warm and soft, smelling so nice and shit...? If anybody else was in his shoes they would understand!

"First of all, what you said about you being bullied," the man murmured quietly, his voice lower, almost like a lullaby, "Why were you bullied for?"

Grimmjow took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He could do this. Relax boy, relax. "First of all," he began, "My looks. I used to be fat with braces and pimples and stuff like that, but the cherry on top of the cake was my sexual orientation. I told a bastard who I thought was my friend about it and of course he told everybody. So, until the first year of high school, I was treated like a leper. After that, I grew up, taller than everybody, stronger than everybody so they didn't mess with me."

"That's terrible," Ichigo breathed, his hand tightening around Grimm's, "Didn't you have any other friends?"

"No I didn't, not until third year of middle school," he answered, snickering at the memories, "He is one and only, actually; his name is Shinji. He comes at me one day, asks me if I'm gay and I say yes and ever since then we're friends. He's not judgmental, doesn't give any shit about appearances or any of that short. He's true, you know, real."

"I'm happy for you," Ichigo said earnestly, his voice hiding a wonderful smile, "There are very few real people in this world. Even fewer are the ones worth keeping."

"I know, right?", Grimmjow agreed, loving the way Ichigo's fingers had timidly started scratching the fine hairs at his nape. "But tell me about you too," he requested, "Why did you get bullied?"

"Same reasons," Ichigo sighed, "Because of my looks and orientation. I kicked their asses so many times got suspended, got expelled, got to anger management classes... And here I am today."

There was something that triggered Grimmjow's interest in that sentence. "Anger management?"

"Yup," the man agreed, "Because I got into so many fights, my parents thought it would be good to go there. It's not that I can't manage my anger; I am short-tempered, I snap at people a lot but I don't result to violence if they don't hit me first, or it isn't totally necessary. That's what the others don't understand."

"You must have earned things from these classes," Grimmjow muttered after a while of silence. He didn't really know what he should say.

"Oh yes, I learned a lot," Ichigo said, "I'm really glad I went to them actually. Taught me ways to get rid of my frustration, stress, anger, everything. Reading books helps a lot, you know."

"Books?", Grimmjow parroted in surprise. He loved books. He loved reading books, albeit he hadn't read so many in his life.

"Yup, books," Ichigo agreed, "I'm a bookworm, the biggest you've seen. And of course I had to do my major in literature."

"That's pretty cool," the blunet shook his head, impressed, "You like Shakespeare?"

"I love him," the other nearly moaned, "I'm one of his biggest fans."

Grimmjow was grinning by now. A guy that likes Shakespeare...? Pretty rare to find, people. "Seriously? Me too!"

And thus began the biggest conversation Grimmjow ever had about Shakespeare. Ichigo knew so much about this guy, he explained all of his plays and poems in very simple words and when the man was done, Grimmjow felt a hundred times smarter and cooler. They exchanged ideas about the context, argued a little bit, disagreed but then agreed again, and all of that, while they were so close and touching and holding hands.

For the first time in his life, Grimmjow felt at ease with another person, a stranger so to say. Even Shinji couldn't make him feel so comfortable and he knew the man for years now.

"Hey, now that I remember," Ichigo broke their brief silence, "How old are you?"

"Uh, twenty three, you?"

"Mm, I'm twenty one," he muttered, sounding deep in thought. Something was occupying him and Grimmjow didn't like that.

"What is it?", he asked, frowning in the darkness.

An airy chuckle escaped the other man's throat, sweet and kind, much like him. "No it's just..." Ichigo trailed off and Grimmjow felt a hand slowly making its way up his chest, then neck, then face, until it cupped his cheek. It is unnecessary to mention that his heart was dancing on his tongue by that moment.

"It's just what...?", he husked, throat drier than a desert.

"Don't get this the wrong way," Ichigo murmured, his thumb caressing Grimmjow's zygomatic before moving down to his lips, "But I've been dying to kiss you for quite a while now. Either you stop me now or I assume it is okay to move closer."

Blue eyes widened in the darkness and Grimmjow's mouth fell open in shock. Did Ichigo... Did he really want to kiss him? Like... Like a real kiss? Shit, Grimmjow hadn't done enough of this - kissing I mean - because he never had a long lasting lover, so what if Ichigo gets turned off-

Suddenly it was too late. Suddenly there were full, moist lips hovering above his own, Ichigo's hot breath steaming Grimmjow's brains out.

"Last chance to push me away," the man whispered headily and honest to God, Grimmjow's eyes rolled shut and his body shuddered from the intensity. Holy shit. What the eff was that?!

Taking his silence as a green light to continue, Ichigo finally closed the short distance between their faces and their lips came together, fumbling, searching as if blind. It felt like an electric shock, for Grimmjow at least. All the hairs on his body rose to attention, a tingling sensation at the pit of his stomach, palms sweating and everything. Ichigo was calm, expertly moving his lips over the blunet's, both his hands grabbing fistfuls of blue while Grimmjow wrapped his arms around the man's slim body.

In one word; exhilarating. Hot too. Sweet but intense. Wait, that is more than one words.

What was he saying again?

Ichpigo gingerly pulled back and a small chuckle left his lips again. "You're such a good kisser," he muttered, sending Grimmjow's confidence to infinity and beyond.

"You wanna do it again?", he whispered, trying to make it sound sensual and it worked, if Ichigo's shudder was any indication.

"Yes please."

And they did it again. And again... And again. Soon, the tongues joined in the sensual play and Ichigo began moaning softly while Grimmjow forced himself to stay quiet. He didn't want to make any noise; he only wanted to listen to Ichigo's sighs and their lips smacking and coming together in sync, while their tongues tasted and explored each other's mouths.

Their hands had shifted positions too; both were holding each other's faces and guiding the kiss, with Ichigo being the one to deepen it more and more.

"I can get enough of you, Grimmjow," the man panted once they parted to catch their breaths. Grimmjow shuddered violently, dizzy and aroused, the sound of his name accompanied by that sinful voice doing nothing but worsening the situation. He captured Ichigo's bottom lip between his and sucked it gently, waiting for his breath to catch up.

"Then let's kiss more," the blunet breathed and dove in for another round.

This was so different from what he was used to but so much more exciting. Kissing a stranger whose face he hadn't seen before in his life? That surely was a first for him, you know. But it was alright though. For starters, the dark made things easier and secondly, Ichigo made things easier as well.

"Grimmjow, seriously, if we don't stop now, I might as well undress you and straddle you," the man growled as he pulled away again, his fingers clenching around Grimmjow's shirt. The blue haired man nodded, shaking his head to help him clean the mess that was made in there by the kiss.

"Yer right," he sighed, trying to calm his raging heart, "Yer right."

At that moment, there was a soft bell sound echoing around the room, making both males jump in astonishment.

"Ah," Grimmjow explained, realization dawning on him, "Time's up."

"What?", exclaimed Ichigo, sounding disappointed, "Already?"

The blue-haired man grinned widely. Ichigo maybe knew it, maybe did not, but he was certainly making Grimm's confidence ride high with those honest declarations.

"Don't worry," Grimmjow reassured him, caressing his soft hair, "We meet in a few days."

Ichigo paused for a second before Grimmjow heard a sharp intake of breath. "Ooh, that's right!", he chirped, "But next time we'll be able to actually see each other, how awesome is that?!"

Grimmjow's apprehension returned a tiny bit at the sound of these words. Dark was dark and it was cool but the light exposed everything. What if Ichigo didn't like his looks? He wouldn't be the first one...

"Yeah," the blunet agreed, trying to think positively, "It'd be awesome."

"Well then," Ichigo summed up and Grimmjow felt the man standing up, "Nice meeting you, Grimmjow."

"Likewise."

A soft chuckle. "Nice making out with you too," the devil man added, voice sly and amused. Grimmjow laughed.

"Likewise."

The quiet footsteps stopped just before Grimmjow heard the door open. What? Had the man forgotten something? He opened his mouth to ask however Ichigo was faster.

"Looking forward for more. Much, much more." And then there was a soft click.

Grimmjow slouched lower in his seat and grinned at the ceiling, face flaming and everything. But he wasn't embarrassed; he was happy. Happy that there was someone out there who liked him based on his personality, discarding his looks. Finally, he met someone who had experienced what he had in the past, even though it was not in the exact same way.

"I'm looking forward for more too, Ichigo," he murmured to no one in particular, still grinning at the ceiling.

"Much, much more."

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To be continued. Whenever I update. Which won't be soon, so don't ask me to, please. Okie? :)

Thanks for reading,

Queen.