I'm writing whether I want to or not! And this chizz is the outcome so please deal with it!
Grimmjow cursed as the door clicked back into place, sweat growing on the back of his neck as he froze. He waited a moment- ears strained for the tiniest sound, heart pounding in his ears- before moving again, standing to his full height before moving cautious eyes around the kitchen.
It was pretty high-class. All the fancy- schmancy stuff he saw in all those decor magazines but could never afford, on his own that is. An animalistic smirk pulled at his lips as he moved around the open area, pulling the black duffle bag from his shoulders and unzipping it slowly. He made nary a sound as he went through the drawers and cabinets of the kitchen, taking whatever he thought would be valuable and whatever he thought would be useful for himself. Hey, a guy had to make a living somehow, this just so happened to be an easy fix- not like his day job was bad, but rent was a bitch with his dick of a landlord.
Moving the half full bag to his shoulder, Grimmjow crept into the adjacent room, the living room. It was larger than the kitchen by a lot, but then again the whole house was huge. Moving along the walls, Grimmjow checked the few tables that were strewn around the room, finding a few watches and trinkets that were bound to be worth some serious bucks with the right person. By now his bag was about three-fourths full, the blue haired thief turning wary eyes to the staircase that was to his far right.
Placing a questioning hand on his chin, he weighed his options. On the one hand he could leave now and make do with the stuff he had- which was all top quality and would definitely pay his rent of the next couple of months. But on the other hand, he could go upstairs and get the good stuff- this would set him up for months; food, rent, heck the new apartment he wanted! It's pretty obvious which option won.
Creeping silently up the stairs, Grimmjow was surprised at the amount of doors that lined the hallway. The blue haired thief paused when he reached the top of the stairs, ears strained to hear the smallest sound. He grinned feraly when he heard the miniscule breaths coming from his far right, turning to go to the doors on his far left.
Stopping at the farthest door, Grimmjow reached for the knob only to freeze when it turned before his fingers touched it. The thief felt his breathing stop as the door was pulled open, blue eyes wide as he stared into equally shocked hazel. Both stood there in shock for a moment, unblinking, breathing ragged. Finally, Grimmjow took in the bandana wrapped around the lower half of the younger male's- the figure gave away that much- face, and the black beanie that covered his hair, easily putting two and two together.
Growling under his breath, Grimmjow roughly- but not enough to rouse more than a slight creaking- pushed the smaller male back into the room, following him inside and closing the door without a click. He couldn't help but smirk at that miniscule accomplishment. He must've gotten better at this.
"What the fuck!?"
Grimmjow turned to the angered male that was practically seething in front of him, an elegant blue brow quirking as the smaller male ripped off the bandana covering his lower face- Grimmjow off-handedly noticed the other's aristocratic looks, saving that in his head for later notice. The blue haired thief sighed a moment later, reaching up and tugging the mask that covered the lower half of his face down. Blue eyes burned with irritation as they watched their quietly seething companion, arms crossing as Grimmjow leaned against the door behind him.
"Don't 'what the fuck' me. What the fuck are you doin' here anyway?"
The blue haired man had stood to his full height again, standing nearly a full head taller than the smaller male. Grimmjow watched the conflicted emotions pass through those glowing eyes, a grin pulling at his lips as the other slapped an irritated hand over his face.
"You've gotta be kidding me. You've gotta be fucking kidding me. How do two people rob the same fucking house!"
Grimmjow could only snicker at the other's hissed words. This guy was pretty entertaining. Maybe if they had met on better terms, they could've been friends. Well, no time for that kind of thinking, he had shit to steal and lives to ruin.
"While this is pretty hilarious, I got some business to take care of. If you'll excuse me."
Grimmjow made to leave before he felt a strong grip on his bicep. Looking down blue eyes took in the long pale fingers that were wrapped around his arm, trailing down the thin wrist and up the thinly muscled arm to the irritated face of his companion. Now while Grimmjow did love people with tempers- his past relationships attesting to that universal fact- he also had a plan to carry out at the moment and this guy was stopping him from accomplishing it. Growling lowly, Grimmjow raised a hand to pull the offending extremities away, freezing when he heard the smaller male's whispered words.
"Let's share."
Grimmjow could only gape at the smaller male, eyes wide and mouth acting much like a fish. The smaller male only smirked before releasing his grip on Grimmjow's arm, crossing his arms over his chest while also giving the other a glimpse of the similarly bulging duffle bag over his shoulder.
"I've already hit every room up here and I'm pretty sure you've got everything downstairs. I think this will benefit both of us."
'Sneaky bastard.' Grimmjow grinned at the logic of the smaller male's words, re-crossing his arms before leaning his weight against his right leg.
"Alright, but we're not doin' this shit here. You got a ride?"
Grimmjow smirked when the other shook his head in the negative, gesturing his head towards the door.
"Mine's about a block down the road, that cool?"
Grimmjow watched the conflicting emotions pass through those expressive orbs again before determination flashed brightly. The smaller male nodded his head before retying his bandana and nodding for the blue haired thief to move. Grimmjow retied his own bandana before moving to open the door, sliding it open silently before glancing down the hallway.
After making sure the coast was clear, Grimmjow exited the room moving quickly and silently down the hall and stairs. He had to give the other guy credit, if it wasn't for his overly sensitive ears he wouldn't know the other was there, his slight breathing the only noise he heard other than the rustle of his clothes. Grimmjow silently slipped the back door open, moving to meld against the wall as he waited for the smaller male to follow.
It didn't take long for both to be racing across the yard and over the wrought-iron fence, both practically panting as they sped-walked down the sidewalk. Grimmjow grinned when his familiar blue mustang came into view, that car was the one godsend in his life. He felt his companion's surprise as he pulled the keys from his pocket and unlocked the door, sliding into the driver seat with an audible sigh of relief.
That definitely went better than expected.
A cough from beside him brought him out of his thoughts, blue eyes turning to the very different figure than he had seen only a moment ago.
The first thing that caught his eye was the orange hair. 'Is that shit even real?' Grimmjow seemed to forget about his own bright blue locks, eyes moving across the other's fully exposed features.
'He's actually kinda hot.'
"So, um, I'm Ichigo."
The now named Ichigo stretched out a delicate hand, Grimmjow admiring the thin appendages before enveloping them in his larger ones.
"Grimmjow. And I am taking you home with me."
Grimmjow started his car before pulling onto the road, ignoring the sputterings of the man in the passenger seat as he drove onto a familiar road. Ichigo finally seemed to regain his finer speech skills as he yelled at the blue haired male.
"What the hell, asshole, this wasn't part of the deal! Screw this, stop the car!"
Grimmjow only snorted at the command, stopping at a red light before moving to take off his coverings. The bandana came first obviously, that thing was a bitch to wear for too long, made his breathing funny. After the bandana was removed, Grimmjow just yanked his beanie off, uncaring of his extra messy hair as the light turned green and he started driving again.
"You're not my boss, dude, so just sit back and enjoy the ride. Not like I'm gonna do anything." Ichigo seemed to relax into the seat somewhat at the admittance, irritated eyes turning to stare angrily out the windshield. Grimmjow flicked his eyes over to the orange haired thief, starting at the orange hair and ending at the defined legs. Definitely something he wouldn't mind in his bed tonight. "Though the idea isn't unappealing in the least."
Grimmjow laughed at the other's embarrassed sputterings. The drive continued with Ichigo throwing insults at the blue haired thief and Grimmjow making lewd comments that caused the orange haired thief to blush. So began a beautifully twisted friendship.
"Where is that idiot?"
Ichigo tapped his foot impatiently as he looked down both sides of the street. Still no sign of his ride. Sighing under his breath, Ichigo cursed himself for even getting involved with that blue haired bastard. It had been about three months, the thieves staying in touch and going on raids together quite a few times after that initial 'incident'. At first it was just a strange friendship that Ichigo's friend's questioned when they found him hanging out with the feral, muscular blue haired man- his sexual preference wasn't a secret, but for his friends to make such blatant remarks didn't help matters. Especially when Grimmjow was such a pervert.
Ichigo was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of tires screeching, blinking as the tinted window of Grimmjow's Mustang rolled down. The blue haired bastard had the gall to smirk at him, Ichigo feeling his ire rise as he moved to slip into the passenger seat. Ichigo punched Grimmjow in the bicep as they pulled off, the blue haired man wincing before rubbing at the spot.
"You're late you asshole. Do that again and I'm cutting your ass off."
Ichigo growled as he turned to watch the scenery fly past outside his window, missing the spark in Grimmjow's eye as a hand released the wheel to trail along his thigh. Ichigo didn't waste a second to slap the offending appendage away, growl getting louder as it was back only a second later, kneading his thigh through his black skinny jeans.
Ichigo felt a moan rise in his throat at the sensual feel, biting his lip as he slapped half-heartedly at the large hand. Grimmjow smirked as the hand moved higher, deft fingers undoing the button of Ichigo's pants as the came to a stop outside Grimmjow's house.
He still couldn't get over that. After saving for years and working his ass of for so long he was finally able to afford his own house. And that shit was the greatest use of his money ever. Grimmjow smirked as he took his hand off of Ichigo's thigh, turning off the ignition before exiting the car.
Ichigo- flushed and aroused- growled before redoing his pants and exiting the car, slamming the door before stalking behind the blue haired man.
Grimmjow was just able to open the door before he was pushed- quite forcefully- into his home, Ichigo stomping after him before grabbing his shirt and pinning him against the now closed door. Grimmjow was about to complain at the rough treatment- considering he wasn't the one to initiate the contact- before a pair of desperate lips engulfed his, moving messily and hastily over his own. Grimmjow smirked into Ichigo's mouth before gripping the back of his head with one hand and his hip with the other.
Ichigo moaned when his head was tilted, Grimmjow's tongue slipping through pliant lips to map the well-known interior of the orange haired man's mouth. Grimmjow's hand moved lower to cup Ichigo's behind through his pants, lifting the man until he could wrap his legs around his own hips before moving towards the bedroom.
'Our bedroom.' Ichigo reminded himself. But Ichigo wasn't allowed to think much as he was lowered onto their shared bed. His legs were spread, his shirt lifted to his chest, cheeks flushed, and lips shining from their combined saliva. Grimmjow didn't waste a second in diving back down to taste that tempting skin, tongue tracing along the smaller male's body as Ichigo writhed in bliss.
This twisted relationship they created might have started off as a shaky friendship- one that neither understood the origin of considering they were robbing a house at the same time- but had quickly escalated with the time they spent together (who would've thought robbing houses together could bring two people so close in such a small amount of time?). Truly an inspirational love story.
At least that's what Rukia had said when she learned the origin of their relationship.
This literally took off way farther than I wanted it to… I need help… and better writing skills… I need to stop writing but whatever… .-.
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