Swayed from the truth
Hey peeps, wee inspiration that wouldn't let me ignore it. This is actually for a friend of mine Vincent Luccion who gave me a couple of points that moulded its way into this. It won't be a massively long story, bit angsty but mainly fluffy and most definitely Grimm/Ichi. But with me what else would it be!
Anyway I love the fact that I have made real friends on here and that I have somewhere to share this love of all things yaoi.
Disclaimer - yeah i don't own anything you recognise, probably most of what you recognise is misspelt and OOC so yeah not mine!
Chapter 1
Gullible, that was the best word for it, naïve possibly? Ichigo shook his head, naïve made out that he didn't know exactly what he was in for, what he had so stupidly agreed to after not being able to withstand the puppy dog eyes streaming from his so called best friend. Charity was the outcry from the whole group, think of the babies being Mashiro's plea when he balked at the idea.
Dancing was his life, he didn't do anything else. Sure he went to class like he was expected to and if the situation demanded it he would even go home but he avoided that as much as possible. His father's version of affection tended to cause more bruises than he could easily explain away and he was sick of insisting to social workers that no, his father didn't abuse him, he was just an idiot. He usually crashed in the warehouse that his crew had rented out, the large area big enough to practice in and the upstairs office space split into three areas, two designated to sleeping quarters. He had always thought it was pretty perfect until it meant he was cornered and made to agree to a performance in a pole dancing bar. Pole dancing.
The crew had been landing some pretty sweet gigs, it helped that Hachi was an excellent manager and too damn nice for folks to say no too. He was slyer than he looked and often they got more for the gigs with the gentle giant on their side. From performing at festivals to flash mobbing for events, promoting businesses, they made enough money to be comfortable, Ichigo more than the others due to his age and frugal nature. Hiyori was only a little older than him but had a secret shopping obsession – one that could get a shoe thrown at him if he commented and the others had homes or other responsibilities that needed support.
Ichigo paid his way with the warehouse but his dad was covering his course fees and he didn't need a car or anything, preferring the freedom his skates gave him round the city. The thought made him glance over at the well-worn boots, the thought that he could scarper his way out of grinding on a metal pole being very tempting but he had agreed and it wasn't as though it was a normal night in the club, they were running a charity event and there would be all sorts of things happening. He guessed the routine wasn't too bad; he just really wasn't looking forward to Lisa's version of costumes this time.
"Ichigo, your turn."
Ichigo cursed under his breath before heading into the girls' domain.
"Right, take 'em off."
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"You missed a bit." The emotionless drone stopped Grimmjow in his tracks; one blue eyebrow cocked over at the little genius slouched on the deckchair. Ulquiorra wasn't exactly Grimmjow's best friend but they got along alright, enough for Grimmjow to no longer snap back a nasty line.
"Where?" Grimmjow ran his mostly clean hands over his face, trying to feel out the spot he'd missed.
Ulquiorra rolled his neon green eyes, hauling his body out of the chair and heading over, snagging a bit of kitchen towel off the roll hanging from a rope loop near the sink in the kitchenette. He rose up on his tiptoes and rubbed the black grease from Grimmjow's neck, the blue haired man just grunting his thanks as he dipped down a bit. It was really hard to have a decent wash in the tiny sink in the toilet in the workshop so someone missing a spot wasn't really an irregular occurrence.
"Cheers Kiora, don't know why we've got to get all pussied up tonight, not like it's a big deal or something."
"As hard as it might seem, sometimes it can be just nice to not suck beer from cans in front of the workshop, besides, Starrk's paying."
Grimmjow's blue eyes lightened at that thought, the main reason he agreed to put on shoes instead of his faithful battered converse after shedding the steel toe cap boots that were almost a second skin to him. Proper shoes that were probably going to give him a major blister and suit trousers, the jacket still in his car to keep it clean. The suit was a deep blue colour, one of his female friends telling him it made his eyes 'pop' or some shit like that and the neon yellow shirt Tier had chosen would certainly have people looking. He knew he looked good naked so anything over him was just window dressing and he could pull it off.
Ulquiorra was in a predictable black suit, his deep grey shirt keeping the look monochrome but his eyes didn't need any colour to pop and if everyone else was looking as sharp as they two of them they were going to make a spectacle.
Starrk had organised a car to pick them all up, the sleek black vehicle only a few steps down from a limousine that took the six workers off for some food before a night on the tiles, paid for by the company after another successful year showing high profits. Starrk was a smart man who hired talent straight out of college, sometimes not waiting till they graduated before taking them on as apprentices. Grimmjow was still six months from getting his diploma, Ulquiorra due to graduate at the same time and most of their small garage wasn't much older. Starrk had six garages in his name but he had a soft spot for his young division. Grimmjow was a master with a spanner, he could almost sense where problems were, sometimes before Ulquiorra's little electronic device could come back with a number. Ulquiorra ran everything electrical, Nnoitra was a body man, metal moulding in his genes, according to the skinny guy. He also claimed to be an expert in female bodies, something that had earned him a kick in the nuts from Tier or Nel, the only girls in their team. They were finished off by their artist, Szayel having the eye for colour and the hand for air brush art. Grimmjow could slap a decent paint job onto a car but he didn't have any patience for shadowing and pen lining.
Grimmjow had planned to go into restoration, liking older engines to tinker with and not having to rely on code readers but he was grateful for the position he had and it gave him experience plus the once and a while chance to tinker when an older model came in. He did tend to get covered in oil and grease as he worked over a car but it didn't bother him.
Grimmjow sat between Szayel and Ulquiorra for the meal and got to watch the two girls berate Nnoitra who just laughed loudly over them. It was a good team, each of them with their own strengths and each having a good work ethic. Starrk himself didn't work too hard, he didn't have to once his businesses had all taken off and the loud nonsense of his youngest team seemed to sooth him, Starrk often snoozing on the ratty couch in the kitchenette like he was one of them rather than their boss.
"So what is the plan after this then boss?" Nnoitra had his hand over Nel's face, the pretty green haired women turning red, angry that Nnoitra had cut her off.
"We have an invitation to a charity event, hence the dress code. It's all covered though guys, just have fun."
Grimmjow exchanged a grimace with Nnoitra, neither looking forward to a snooty charity ball and they simultaneously slouched in their chairs. Starrk smirked at the pair, shaking his head lightly.
"Probably should have mentioned it is in a strip club first eh?"
Nnoitra shot upright quickly, his one eye wide at the venue and a wide smile over his face. Grimmjow sniggered, not against strip clubs as a whole but he didn't hold them in high regard, anyone selling their body had to be either desperate or in trouble, two things he tended to avoid.
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"Come out of there Ichigo!"
The door did muffle the voices, Ichigo wasn't sure it would when he first slammed it in his crew's faces. It wasn't just the outfit, or the makeup, or the lights, or the crowd. It might have been the combination however.
The trousers weren't bad, long flowing hakama from a traditional Japanese outfit that hugged his midsection and skirted around his feet, they were actually quite cool and they moved gracefully as he danced. His only upper covering was a bandage like wrap thing that went round his lower jaw and down his neck to cross to his left shoulder and under his arm, covering his pectoral and shoulder blade but leaving the rest of him bare. He wasn't embarrassed about his body, he just didn't show it off all that often, even wearing a UV top when out at the beach. He didn't like the stares at the large scars on his torso, often leading people down the parental abuse route once more but they were just accident reminders he'd rather forget about. The makeup paled his face down, red lines crossing under his eyes and Lisa had sprayed his usually bright orange hair black, pinning in extensions to the back and while Ichigo wasn't against long hair, hair down to his ass was a pain to dance with. The longest Ichigo had ever let his get to was on his shoulders, with the front clipped shorter to keep it out of his eyes. The rest was made up with same, all wearing black and white, their hair made black if it wasn't already; Mashiro also protested the look but not as much as Ichigo but he was the only one trapped in a broom cupboard like a little kid.
His one saving grace was that he wasn't recognisable, the hair, makeup and that half his face was covered would save his identity.
"Ichigo, open the door please."
Ichigo rolled his eyes, pulling out the big guns was unfair. Ichigo clicked the door open, seeing his little sister's face light up as she spotted him, arms round his waist as soon as she could. Seventeen was technically too young to be in the club but Shinji had got special allowance for her to be in for the charity night since the dances weren't sexualised and as long as the girl kept on the luminous orange band declaring she was under age to the bar staff just so that she could come along and watch her big brother dance. Yuzu idolised Ichigo, the elder not spending nearly enough time with her but Shinji had a soft spot for her as well and allowed her to come along to the warehouse as often as she liked, but she wasn't allowed to stay. Ichigo's other sister, Yuzu's twin, had little interest in her brother's dancing even if she loved her brother she wasn't bothered about special allowances into a club when she could be out with her friends.
"Oh Ichigo, you look amazing, I can't wait to see you dance!"
Ichigo glared over Yuzu's shoulder, Shinji's shit eating grin replying, there was no way Ichigo could say no to his darling little sister.
The stage was covered by a red curtain, keeping the eyes out but not the noise as the group set up, the two shining poles standing proudly on with side of the centre. Ichigo took up his place behind one of them, Kensei giving him a nod from behind the other one. The two males had been the only ones with the training and the strength to actually use the club's main attraction, Kensei coming from a gymnastic back ground and though Ichigo had laughed his ass off at Shinji falling from the pole, he really hoped to not copy their leader.
The music started lightly, the piano playing gently as the curtain parted, the group not moving until the music dropped, Shinji and Rose moving first. Ichigo just waited till his cue, Kensei moving with him. Ichigo gripped the pole with his arms wide, his body lifting to the side with one leg coming right over to rest on his shoulder. Holding it for a moment, he risked a glance at Kensei, seeing the older man's arms tremble slightly as well. Music changed out again, their legs coming up over their heads and gripping the pole between their ankles with their backs against the pole. Three beats before they rose up, hands grabbing the pole and the legs gently coming down, Ichigo noting his toes pointing perfectly. He rolled his eyes at the habit. Both pulled their legs into a long split, groins to the pole and they slowly straightened their arms out over the legs, the pole held firmly between their thighs and the back of their arm. Both dropped out of that and spun round the pole to the ground, sliding to the front on their asses before lifting up onto their shoulders as they spun. Ichigo cursed as his extensions pulled but he couldn't spare a hand to check if they were still in. He went up on a knee, his breath coming a little hard as he took his first look around, the sea of faces blending in mostly but one table stood out, his eyes picking out bright hair by habit and pink and blue were definitely unusual enough to be noticed. It was the blue haired male that kept his attention most, the blue eyes piercing through him and making his breath come that little bit harder. Ichigo rose to his feet, trading places with Love before they finished out the routine, Ichigo still staring at the blue haired man. He had a cocky smirk on his face but it didn't make him any less attractive and once Ichigo had stopped dancing he could tell the guy was built even under his clothes.
"Hey Ichigo, you're not supposed to drool when you're dancing." Shinji wrapped his arm around Ichigo as they took a bow, Ichigo noting a scowl now on his obsession who was staring back at him. Ichigo was tempted to throw Shinji's arm off him, just to show the man he wasn't attached but felt a little silly just thinking that.
"Shut the fuck up, you made me pole dance, you owe me big time."
"Oh don't worry, I'll pay you back."
Ichigo and crew made their way off stage, Ichigo wanting to get changed but Lisa and Mashiro grabbed him and pulled him into the main bar to enjoy the rest of the evening, many more dance acts to come and plenty of booze to be drunk. "Come on Berry-bun, Shinji's buying the first round. Everyone else is staying in their costumes."
Ichigo let himself be pulled to the bar, a bottle of beer pressed into his hand. Ichigo looked over at his sister but was that she was clutching a can of soda as she perched on the bar stool, Hiyori sitting beside her and chatting away to the younger girl. Ichigo just stood and half listened to the conversations, swaying on his feet to work the aches out of his thighs when a hand gripped his upper arm, pulling him round. Ichigo felt like he fell into the blue eyes as he turned, the man he'd been staring at now standing behind him, slightly taller than Ichigo with broad shoulders. His hand was large and warm against Ichigo's bare skin which brought a flush to Ichigo's cheeks, the pale makeup covering it.
"Hi,"
"Hey, thanks for the drink, can I return the favour?"
Ichigo frowned in confusion about to question the other when Shinji appeared at his side, arm around Ichigo's shoulder again. "Don't question the gentleman Ichigo, just accept. Told you I'd pay you back." The last part was said quietly. Ichigo just nodded dumbly, Shinji giving him a light push in the other's direction.
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Grimmjow was sucking back beers faster than he normally would. The acts they had seen on the stage were a bit strange, one contortionist that was just uncomfortable to watch and two female dancers that were more of a comedy routine than a serious dance. The third group caught his attention, their costumes were more revealing and it was a big group. Two males took to the pair of poles, one with long black hair that caught his attention. The guy could move on the pole, his body ripped and gleaming in the spot lights. It wasn't until he hit the stage to join his crew that he spotted his observer, Grimmjow not taking his eyes off him. One of the other male dancers slung an arm around the black haired man, drawing a scowl over his guy's face. Whatever was said was a mystery to Grimmjow thanks to the wrapping around the mouth of the one he was watching and they left the stage soon after that, Grimmjow not taking his eyes off the guy until he was out of sight.
Five minutes later one of the waitresses came over with a tall glass of beer, sitting it in front of Grimmjow with a wink. "Courtesy of the gentleman with the long black hair." She gestured over to the bar, Grimmjow automatically recognising the dancer from the stage and Grimmjow raised his eyebrows, surprised at the man's forwardness. He took a slurp, savouring the expensive taste of the European beer before getting up and heading over. He put a hand out and gripped the man's toned arm, turning him round. He had noticed the guy had dark eyes on the stage but the deep brown eyes were actually pretty up close, something Grimmjow hadn't thought a guy's eyes could be. Long lashes surrounded them, liner thickly round them to make them stand out from the makeup on his skin. He'd pulled the wrap thing down off his chin to drink and had smeared the white makeup to show his tan skin underneath in streaks.
The other was clearly shocked to see him, brown eyes wide and mouth opening and closing a bit until he choked out a hello.
"Hey, thanks for the drink, can I return the favour?" Grimmjow frowned slightly at the deep frown on the other's face; clearly the guy was confused by what he was saying. The blond who'd had his arm around Grimmjow's interest returned, arm out again and encouraged the man to go with it, whispering something in his ear. The guy was shoved his way, Grimmjow pulling him a bit closer by the hand still on the guy's arm. "My name's Grimmjow, what's yours?"
"Ichigo, erm."
"You didn't send me that drink did you?" Grimmjow's answer came via a brisk shake of the head. "Do you want me to go away?" The reply was a strong shake of the head, the brown eyes still wide but at least he wanted to stay.
The next act was up on the stage but neither man bothered to pay attention to it, both drinking as they stared at each other. Grimmjow wasn't used to pursuing but the more he looked at the other the more he fancied the chance. The body in front of him was worth staring at, he particularly wanted to wrap his hands around the tiny waist and hold it against him. When Ichigo had finished his bottle Grimmjow headed to the bar, one arm around Ichigo to keep him close, the arm dropping to around Ichigo's waist as they stood at the bar. Grimmjow called a bar man over, glancing at the other to ask what he wanted.
"Just another," Ichigo held up his beer bottle, Grimmjow gesturing for two before the guy headed to get them.
"Fancy a shot?" Grimmjow grinned over at the other, Ichigo nodding slowly. "Two tequilas please."
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Ichigo wasn't a big drinker, his body wasn't exactly a temple but he had lived a fairly strict lifestyle to keep himself in shape for years so two shots of tequila along with the beers was enough to get him nicely buzzed. His companion was hot and hard, pressed against him tighter the more they drank. Ichigo hadn't seen any of his crew for a while but with Grimmjow's breath on his neck as he leaned in to talk, he wasn't really worrying about the others. Ichigo had asked what the black smear on Grimmjow's skin was, Grimmjow flushing slightly before rubbing at it. Hearing Grimmjow was a mechanic was pretty hot. Ichigo had pressed his front against Grimmjow's side, asking how big his wrench was.
"Why don't you find out?"
Grimmjow slammed Ichigo onto the wall, devouring his mouth hard as Ichigo scrabbled to grab a hold on the other. Grimmjow had taken Ichigo down a hall way, heading to the private dance rooms which were being used as dressing rooms for the acts that night. Ichigo unlocked his, slamming and locking the door behind him, tossing the only key the group had onto the floor as Grimmjow attacked him once more. Ichigo winced as his back was slammed onto the door, Grimmjow yanking him up and wrapping his legs around his waist. Grimmjow bit and sucked a path down Ichigo's neck, digging his groin in as he sank his teeth into Ichigo's neck muscle.
"I'm going to fuck you, if you have a problem with that say now." Grimmjow's voice was gravelly as he made himself clear.
"No glove, no love." Ichigo wasn't usually forward like this but he was nicely lubricated and his partner was domineering enough to turn his head.
Grimmjow fumbled with the ties holding Ichigo's hakama together, Ichigo pushing his hands away and doing it himself, the loose trousers falling open and showing his tight boxers, his length rock solid inside them. Grimmjow dumped him down, the hakama flowing to the ground before Ichigo found himself thrown over to the sofa encircling the room. Grimmjow toed off his shoes, kicking them to the side before snapping his suit trousers open, dropping them and pushing his boxers down as well. Grimmjow's pride was hard in his hand as he pushed his way between Ichigo's legs, one arm hooking under Ichigo's back and pulling him up and close. Grimmjow flashed a shiny square at Ichigo, the condom between his teeth a second later so he could pull Ichigo's boxers down. Ichigo pulled the foil square out of Grimmjow's teeth so that he could pull the man in for another kiss, Grimmjow taking control of it quickly and stealing Ichigo's breath. Grimmjow broke the kiss, presenting three fingers to Ichigo's face and looking expectantly at him.
Ichigo grabbed Grimmjow's wrist, running his tongue up the middle finger before taking all three in his mouth at once and getting them as wet as he could. He wasn't stupid; he knew where they were going.
One finger took his breath away; it had been a while since he was on the receiving end. Grimmjow held him tightly, chests pressed on each other and Ichigo could feel Grimmjow's snigger when Ichigo gasped over the second finger pressing in. Ichigo started to move as his body recognised the pleasure it was about to receive and the third finger slid in without pain.
Grimmjow pulled him up, shoving him over and pressing Ichigo's chest along the back rest of the sofa. He nudged Ichigo's legs wider, kneeling between them before laying himself over Ichigo's back. "Open wide." Grimmjow rolled the rubber over himself, spitting on his hand to ease the way before holding Ichigo's hips still with one tight hand, easing inside the other. Grimmjow had to squeeze his eyes shut, the tightness in his partner was unbelievable and he didn't want to hurt the other man. Not only was that bad morally, he selfishly didn't want the other to demand him to stop. Grimmjow was an ass sometimes but he wasn't a rapist.
Ichigo tried to straighten his spine as the large cock pushed its way inside. Grimmjow wouldn't let him run away but was kind enough to ease in gently and hold still for a moment to allow Ichigo to calm down. It didn't last long however, Grimmjow pulling out and slamming back in, Ichigo biting back his scream at the force. He loved it, no one had ever pushed him that hard and he arched his back, waiting for the next. Grimmjow's hands flexed around Ichigo's hip bones, the man pressing open mouthed kisses down Ichigo's spine.
"Fuck kid, you feel amazing. I just want to fuck you into the sofa." Grimmjow nibbled at Ichigo's ear as he spoke. His cock felt like it was getting sucked in with every thrust, like the Ichigo's body was greedy for more and Grimmjow was more than happy to oblige.
"God please, do it, do it as hard as you can." Ichigo gasped as his wish was granted, Grimmjow gripping Ichigo's shoulder to shove him back into Grimmjow's groin as strongly as he could. They came together with a slap every time, Ichigo's own, neglected member bouncing with each thrust. Ichigo reached for it, smearing the beading precum over his length before gripping it tightly, beating it off in harmony to the hammering his ass was getting.
Grimmjow realised what he was doing, his fingers digging into the toned skin in front of him. "Squeeze one out for me, I'm gonna keep fucking you until you paint that sofa white."
Ichigo was tempted to grip the base of himself, just to prolong the inevitable but he was hurtling towards it too fast, streams of white splattering onto the leatherette red sofa under them. Grimmjow's grip increased as Ichigo came, the cavern he was buried in having just tightened. He pressed Ichigo onto the sofa harder, leaning so he was thrusting down before emptying himself, his fingernails leaving half-moon depressions in Ichigo's skin.
Grimmjow took a breath before gripping the base of the condom, pulling out gently and rolling it off, a quick knot in the top holding his juice inside. Grimmjow slumped onto the sofa, pulling Ichigo onto his lap and holding him close. Ichigo appreciated the tenderness after the sexy but brutal fuck he'd just had and rested his head on Grimmjow's shoulder. "That was fucking amazing kid, care to get out of here and do it again?"
Ichigo was quick to agree, stripping off the stupid one shoulder top thing, slinging his jeans and t-shirt on before grabbing his bag and heading out. He quickly tossed Hiyori the key, pressing a kiss on Yuzu's head before leaving without a word and grabbing Grimmjow's hand as they exited, a taxi already there for them.
Ichigo didn't get a tour per say but after getting fucked in all the major rooms in the guy's apartment he knew the basic layout of the place. The view from the living room window was amazing, thankfully high enough up that no one could see his ass as he was fucked against the glass. Grimmjow's bedroom was small, his bed taking up most of it but it was big enough for Grimmjow to sink between Ichigo's legs and fuck him slow and hard.
Four times was a lot even over the course of several hours and Ichigo struggled to move, the pain lancing up his spine making his grimace and the heavy weight of his partner pressing him into the mattress more. Ichigo wasn't really one for a one night stand, especially with a stranger so he wasn't sure about the etiquette, the twice he'd had a one-time thing it had been with a kind of friend where it wasn't weird to stay but Ichigo wasn't sure about waking up in a stranger's place.
"Stay, if you want to. I don't mind." Grimmjow's voice was tired and slurred, the alcohol they'd been drinking still heavy in his system. They hadn't stopped, Grimmjow having a large supply at home and Ichigo was damn glad he didn't have class in the morning.
Ichigo turned his head to look at Grimmjow's face, the other's chest pressed against his own since Grimmjow was still in between Ichigo's legs. The eyes were closed and his mouth was open, warm breath puffing against Ichigo's smooth chest.
"N-no, I'll go, it's okay. I don't want to intrude." Ichigo made to get up but warm hands held him still, Grimmjow nuzzling his skin.
"Intrude? I think I'm the intruder here; I intruded your insides enough times that you'll have issues walking. Stay, plus you are warm. I like warm." Grimmjow's arms wrapped around Ichigo's chest, Ichigo's arms settling on top of them and over Grimmjow's shoulder.
Ichigo settled down, grimacing at the slight sticky feeling he'd left on both of them in the last round but Grimmjow was right, it was nice and warm where they were.
About an hour later Ichigo stirred, his bladder reminding him that he'd had a fair bit to drink and he needed to use the facilities but Grimmjow was still laying on top of him. Deciding that urinating his one-night stand's bed was worse than waking the guy, he shook Grimmjow's shoulder, stroking the fine blue hairs on the nape of his neck.
"Grimmjow, I'm sorry but I really need to pee." Ichigo struggled out when Grimmjow started to move, grumbles coming from his deep chest. Ichigo scarpered to the toilet, having to sit due to the urgency and once he'd finished, he washed his hands and his abdomen, the dried evidence being unpleasant. Before Ichigo left the toilet he considered his next direction. To go back into the bed of the incredibly hot and sexy man was obviously appealing; and Grimmjow was not wrong in the assumption of the pain in Ichigo's hips and back but the quick clean exit out to the living room to get his clothes and then out the door was also there. He wouldn't even disturb the sleeping man in the next room.
The toilet door banging open made his mind up for him, Grimmjow stumbling slightly as he blinked in the bright lights. He growled a bit, making his way over to the pan. He paused as he reached Ichigo, pulling Ichigo's head close by a large hand on the back of it. He pressed a quick kiss on Ichigo's cheek before pushing him gently towards the door. "Go keep the bed warm, I'll just be a minute."
Ichigo did as he was told, his face flushing at the endearing action and he pressed his hand gently to his cheek as he crawled onto the bed again. The duvet was still holding in the heat and Ichigo snuggled into the warm pillows, jumping slightly when the bed dipped behind him. Grimmjow laid his body down right behind Ichigo and pulled the smaller body into his, legs curling round each other. "Sorry, I'm a snuggler. You can shove me away if you like."
Ichigo shivered from the deep voice speaking into the nape of his neck. The warm breath made his skin grow goose bumps. He shook his head slightly, not wanting to head butt the one behind him before holding the arms around him. "It's fine, it's not something I get a lot." Or ever as his mind reminded him. The only person to snuggle him was Shinji after too much alcohol. And that was never Ichigo's idea.
The morning came far too quickly, Ichigo moaning as the body behind him moved. He cut off the complaint as another kiss was planted on his cheek. "Sorry, I gotta get up for work. If you don't have anywhere to be then stay in bed." The duvet was pulled up over Ichigo's shoulder to stop him getting cold and it was enough to prevent him really coming round and realising the situation. Grimmjow got a quick shower before dressing, smiling at the slack mouth on the man in his bed before perching in front of him. He ran his hand through the black hair, Ichigo moving into the hand slightly. He came around a bit, the deep brown eyes still filled with sleep. "Hey gorgeous. Just wanted to say cheerio. I'm already late but feel free to stick around, I'll be back later. If you gotta go then remember to leave me your number and slam the door shut okay?" Grimmjow chuckled at the cute sleepy look on the other's face. Ichigo nodded his head before snuggling back down, a small smile on his face when Grimmjow pecked another kiss on his cheek.
Grimmjow was smirking all the way out of his place and down the stairs. He spotted his neighbour, Melony Mallia, the girl instantly freezing and flushing red when she saw him. She lived on the same floor as Grimmjow with her 'friend' Loly. One was blond and one was brunette, the blond a bit ditzy and easy to embarrass and the brunette a grade A bitch.
"Morning Melony."
Her eyes widened when he spoke to her. "M,m-morning Grimmjow. Working on a Saturday?"
"Yup, no rest for the wicked. Oh if you happen to see a hottie escaping from my apartment can you remind him to leave me his number?" Grimmjow gave her a steaming grin when she nodded, the girl taking a big gulp before turning her flaming face towards her own door. Grimmjow laughed when he walked away, taking the stairs rather than waiting for the elevator.
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Ichigo decided he loved Grimmjow's bed. He wasn't sure he liked himself much after deciding to stay in the bed after the owner vacated it but the bed itself wasn't to blame. Ichigo managed to pull himself out when his bladder demanded it the second time and he didn't go back, heading to the kitchen instead to get a drink. Grimmjow house was fairly neat, the clothes strewn on the floor being Ichigo's after all but it was comfortable and very masculine. The large television on the black glass stand in the living room was the main focal point and the sofas were very comfortable, he'd found that out the night before. He sat on one as he had a cup of coffee before heading home and looked at the pictures on the wall, his favourite being a young Grimmjow with a football and a medal, his blue hair just as bright as it was as an adult.
Ichigo was just getting himself sorted, trying to find a pen to jot his number down when there was a knock at the door, Ichigo placing his mug in the sink before opening it, expecting a parcel or something but saw the exceptionally pissed off brunette instead, slamming the door over to stop the fist aimed at his face impacting. A foot stopped the door from closing properly and Ichigo back pedalled to get away from the woman forcing her way into Grimmjow's apartment.
"Get the hell out, you fucking whore, get out of his home."
Ichigo blinked down at her, she was several inches shorter than him but was clearly not intimidated by his size. "Who the hell are you? Grimmjow knows I'm here." Ichigo had to grab her upper arms to stop her clawing at him. She jerked away from his grasp, leaving gouges down his bare arms.
"Yeah, he brings home trash often enough for me to recognise it. And he sends me in to clean up afterwards. Get the hell out and I will be looking in your pockets before you leave, can't trust a fucking whore after all."
Ichigo frowned, glancing down at his bleeding forearms. The bitch was after blood and was vicious enough to draw it. "Whoa, chill out woman. I'm leaving anyway. What do you mean he sends you in afterwards?"
"After he brings home some weak piece of shit to screw all night he asks me and my girl to clear them out and clean up. Can't have him coming back to a slut's mess everywhere."
Ichigo's frown deepened. The girl seemed very sure of herself, making him question Grimmjow's insistence he stay. Perhaps Grimmjow just didn't like to deal with the aftermath of a one night stand and this girl was telling the truth. The one thing keeping him suspicious was the tender kisses Grimmjow had given him while not in the act. It was unusual to show such gentleness to a stranger but Ichigo felt something for the larger man and had assumed it was reciprocated. "I think you need to leave. This isn't your house and I don't know you. I can assure you I will not be leaving a mess but I'm not letting you kick me out." Ichigo turned his back on the girl, finally spotting a pen on the end table near the window. He pulled a receipt out of his pocket before scribbling his number and name on it, placing it on the TV stand with the pen before heading to the door. His back was already packed and ready for him, the girl standing with her arms folded glaring at him.
"What was that, what did you just write down?" She darted over and snatched the paper off the unit, Ichigo making a sound of protest. The next second had Ichigo on the ground after being taken off guard and he had to quickly grab the woman's arms before she gouged at his face. Her nails slid over the back of his hands making his grip slip slightly but he spun them, pressing her into the floor and pinning her hands on the ground with his superior strength. "You think he wants your number? You cheap slut of a whore?"
Ichigo grabbed her up off the floor, twisting one of her wrists behind her while repelling her towards the door. He grabbed his bag in his spare hand and had them both in the corridor the next second, slamming Grimmjow's door behind him. "Look I don't know what your deal is but I will be telling Grimmjow about this. You've got no right to attack me, go home and give yourself a fucking shake."
Instead of biting his head off or attacking him again, the woman just laughed, holding her stomach with glee over her face. "You think he'll actually call you? Have you any idea just how many people I deal with for him? I know you're trying to convince yourself that I'm just a nut job forcing my way in but I live right there." She pointed about five doors down. "Me and Melony get on really well with Grimmjow, I've been in his house many times, and I've left the next day many times. Don't think you're anything special princess. You're not even as cute as most of the twinks he brings home. Do yourself a favour and forget about him. Be glad I got you out, he beat the shit out of the last one to hang about too long."
Ichigo watched her leave, the woman swinging her high pig tails over her shoulder as she walked away. He didn't know her but he didn't know Grimmjow and she was definitely sure of herself. He guessed he'd have to wait to see if Grimmjow did ever call or if she was right after all.
Hmmmmm, so worth continuing?
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