Deception:
- Five years after the events of 'Betrayal' Grimmjow's past comes back to haunt him and it starts to put a strain on his marriage. Promises made years ago are tested and this time, maybe it's a step too far. Can he and Ichigo work together to survive this new threat? Or will they break like their failing relationship?
Disclaimer: I don't own any right to Bleach or the characters in this story.
Warnings: Yaoi (boy x boy), swearing, Yakuza, torture (non-descriptive)
Chapter 1:
"Grimmjow!"
The call of his name woke the man from his sleep and he sat up as the door opened to reveal the caller. Ichigo Kurosaki, a man Grimmjow had known for over five years now who'm he also happened to have married. This single person was the reason he was currently in hiding for supposedly killing the head of one of the most dangerous Yakuza clans in Japan, Sosuke Aizen who also happened to be Ichigo's uncle. The original plan had been for Ichigo to gain his trust and help destroy his own clan the Espada's but circumstances changed and the two ended up falling in love and escaping together.
But it wasn't without a price, Ichigo had almost died, the scars on his chest a reminder to them both of just how close it came to that. They also couldn't return to Japan, Ichigo's twin brother Shiro took over the Visored clan after Aizen's death but he had told them it was Ichigo and Grimmjow who had killed Aizen when in fact it was himself that had fired the final bullet.
"Are you getting up today or what?" Ichigo asked and Grimmjow came back to the present, smiling at the man.
"Come and help me up then." Rolling his eyes Ichigo approached the bed and held out his hands. Grabbing them, Grimmjow smiled and pulled the man onto the bed with him. Ichigo didn't put up a fight, rather his own lips curved upwards into a smile and he settled in his arms. "What's the rush anyway?"
"No reason, I'd just prefer your company. We're supposed to be going down to the beach remember?"
Grimmjow rolled his eyes, thankful Ichigo didn't see because that would've earned him a punch in the stomach. "We live on the beach Ichigo, all we have to do is step outside."
"Don't be such a smart mouth." The orange head smacked his arm in a playful manner.
Grimmjow had never voiced it aloud but he was pretty sure Ichigo could beat him in hand-to-hand combat if he really tried. From what the orange head had told him, he had spent all his life training and sparring in different techniques and style. Ichigo was lethal in every sense, one of the many reasons Grimmjow loved him because it meant he didn't have to worry about him, even though he did. Ichigo was more than capable of taking care of himself, as long as Grimmjow himself wasn't in danger, then shit tended to hit the fan.
"Then shut me up."
It worked, Ichigo's eyes narrowed at the challenge and with a grin he cupped Grimmjow's face, leaning forward to kiss him. In a fluid motion he was on top of Grimmjow, grinding their hips together as he deepened the kiss. Only when he tried to pull Ichigo closer did he break away and stand up.
"If you want more, then you'll have to join me outside." Another chaste kiss to his lips and Ichigo was gone.
Falling back on the bed with a groan Grimmjow rubbed his face. Ichigo knew all the right buttons to press and without a doubt they both knew Grimmjow would be outside in less that five minutes. Sighing reluctantly he got up, not bothering to change because Ichigo would only be taking the clothes off anyway.
As he reached the open door leading down to the each he could see Ichigo sat a few meters away. He wasn't looking at the house but he was smiling, a sure sign he knew Grimmjow was there. Grimmjow was just about to step outside when he heard a knock at the door and paused. He turned to look at the front door with a frown, who would be calling on them?
No-one visited them, if they wanted company they would go to the early town and as for friends, well they didn't have many. Those Grimmjow trusted enough to call friends were either dead, in hiding or had no idea where he was. Taking one last glance at Ichigo who was now looking at him curiously he gestured he'd be a minute before heading back inside to the front door.
Opening it, Grimmjow almost had a heart attack as he took in their visitor. "What the hell are you doing here?!" He hissed, stepping outside and pulling the door almost closed. "I told you I didn't want any part in this Nnoi!"
Nnoitra just sighed, rolling his eye, the other covered by a patch. Is was an injury he received many years ago. Grimmjow remembered he had been there when it happened. "I'm sorry but I had no choice, I'm here to warn you."
"About what?" Grimmjow had a nasty feeling he wasn't going to like the answer.
"Baraggan's coming. I don't know when but soon, it's time to leave so pack your shit and let's go." When Grimmjow didn't move the taller man sighed impatiently, tapping him on the forehead. "Hello? Did you hear me, he is coming we have to go!"
"How does he even know where I am?" Grimmjow snapped back, brushing the hand away. He couldn't just leave, what would he say to Ichigo? At the thought of the orange head he felt the blood drain from his face. He had promised not to do this, never to get involved with Yakuza again. "I'm not leaving because you've turned up demanding I do."
"Are you crazy?!" Nnoitra hissed in reply. "Baraggan's finished off the Espada's from ten to seven. It seemed he couldn't find you and last week he turned up at my estate. Needless to say I was the only one to make it out alive so he will know where you are now."
"You had my location stored on some stupid data file didn't you!" Grimmjow wanted to punch him, but knew it would serve no purpose so forced himself to calm down. "Are you insane?! Where do you suggest we go then huh? Do you have any idea what you've done?!"
"Grimmjow?" They both stiffened. Seizing Nnoitra in panic he dragged the man into the house, throwing him into the closest room and slammed the door shut just as Ichigo appeared. The orange head frowned at him, looking at the door in confusion. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing, I was just about to come out and join you." He hesitated, doing some quick thinking. "I just got a call actually, I need to go away for a few weeks."
"Where?" Now the orange head looked suspicious, but Grimmjow had a back up plan.
Although both of them had substantial funds saved up, they both agreed to have a second income and that's when Ichigo had spotted a run down shop in the town centre. It was going out of business so Ichigo bought it and with Grimmjow's help they turned it into a gym. It was such a success that they now had several chain branches across Spain.
"America, they want to open up a new branch there. They want to talk things through so I'll be gone a couple of weeks to sort everything out and get the place running." When Ichigo smiled the guilt he felt made it hard to breathe.
"That's great!" Ichigo hugged him tightly then kissed him. "I told you this would work."
"Yeah." Grimmjow replied weakly before giving himself a mental shake. Ichigo would suspect something if he didn't pull himself together. "Go back outside ok, I'll join you in a minute."
Kissing him again, Ichigo smirked. "Bring the champagne." He whispered and with a wink, was gone.
Grimmjow waited a minute, then two before opening the door again and Nnoitra joined him in the hallway. "So who was that?"
"No-one." Grimmjow replied, his tone indicated he wasn't about to talk about Ichigo. The less Nnoitra knew, the better. "Wait in the town ok? I'll meet you tomorrow."
With a nod Nnoitra left and Grimmjow let out a groan, banging his head against the door. It was stupid of him not to realise this was going to happen. When Nnoitra rang him over five years ago, on the day he'd married Ichigo no less, he had told his old friend no then, he didn't want to get involved. It was stupid to believe that was the end of it.
Whatever happened thought, Grimmjow swore to himself as he stood there that Ichigo wouldn't be involved. He knew the man hated anything to do with Yakuza and never wanted to be involved with them again. Grimmjow would do everything he could to make sure Ichigo didn't get involved. The promise they had made to each other was still fresh in his mind, and Grimmjow intended to break his in order for Ichigo to stay safe.
With a heavy sigh Grimmjow made his way out to Ichigo, making sure to grab a bottle of champagne as the man had requested. For all he knew he could die, and Ichigo would never know. This was his last moments with the orange head for a while, maybe their last moments together ever. It was the last time Grimmjow knew they would both be safe for a long time. Not until Baraggan was dead could this be over, he knew this now and cursed the fact that they let the man slip through their fingers all those years ago.
Finally convincing Ichigo to come inside, Grimmjow literally swept him off his feet to carry upstairs, something the man found highly amusing and prompted a round of teasing. Grimmjow easily distracted him however with some well placed kisses. He took his time with Ichigo, making sure to comply with every whim and request that fell from the orange head's lips. If he never got to touch Ichigo so, he was going to make sure the man never forgot about him.
"Are you sure everything's ok?" Ichigo asked, his fingers trailing down Grimmjow's back who looked up at the question with a frown. "You're acting kind of strange."
He smiled at that, rolling over onto his back and pulled Ichigo down on top of him. "Maybe I'm just going to miss you."
Ichigo let out a huff. "It's only a few weeks, I'm sure you'll survive." Kissing his chest, Ichigo worked his way up to Grimmjow's mouth and paused. "How dangerous could it be?"
Grimmjow could only think too dangerous, but he didn't say this aloud. He only rolled his eyes and kissed Ichigo. "Oh I'm sure I'll find some trouble to get myself into. Who knows? Maybe I'll have a holiday romance."
"It's not a holiday, it's work. And if I find out you so much as looked at someone else - and trust me I would find out - you wouldn't so much as get a kiss from me for months." It was an empty threat Grimmjow knew, because Ichigo didn't really believe he would do something like that.
"I'll just have to me do with my hand and thoughts of you." Grimmjow sighed dramatically, his hands running down Ichigo's sides to come to a rest on his hips. "I can always call you if I'm feeling lonely."
"Call me every night, ok?"
"Ok." He agreed.
Smiling at that he shifted upwards, managing to rest his head on top of Grimmjow's, it wasn't often Ichigo did this because Grimmjow knew the man preferred to be the one held, but he allowed it. Returning the embrace and closing his eyes, Grimmjow rested his head against Ichigo's chest and from this position could hear his heartbeat. It was strong and steady, indicating that Ichigo was fine, at least not worried about anything which was good.
"Don't take too long." Ichigo said suddenly, his fingers combing through Grimmjow's hair. "I don't like it when we're apart. Come back as soon as you can."
"Once everything's sorted I'll come back." Grimmjow didn't promise because he didn't know if he would come back, if he would survive. But he would do everything he could to come back to Ichigo, only after he knew it was safe to do so. Putting him in danger would only make Grimmjow hate himself even more.
He was about to leave Ichigo, break their promise about leaving the Yakuza and he'd lied about it all to the man. Grimmjow already hated himself for lying to Ichigo, no need to endanger him and possibly get him hurt. Touching one of the scars on the orange head's chest, Grimmjow silently vowed to make sure nothing further would mark Ichigo's skin because of him. This of course excluding anything he himself did to Ichigo, but he never did anything permanent.
"Hey." Ichigo said softly and he hummed in response, letting him know he was listening. "I love you."
Grimmjow smiled and closed his eyes. He might as well enjoy the next few hours, they were last he would have with Ichigo for a long time. "I love you too."