Whispers in the Night
Grimmjow/Ichigo
Something raps at the window. With a sigh, Ichigo stands from his desk and walks over to open it, he's already told him that he can appear inside his room but Grimmjow likes to feel the danger of getting caught by a shinigami. And besides – he explains – it's much more romantic.
The Arrancar hops in, closing the window behind him. Ichigo is frowning, but can't help relax his face when Grimmjow looks at him smiling. The Espada comes closer, loosely wrapping his arms around the boy and whispers something into Ichigo's ear that makes him giggle.
Softly, they fall back into the bed. Grimmjow turns off the desk lamp, last time he simply destroyed it with Pantera and got a good hour of yelling and no sex, he knows better than that now.
Ichigo's hands caress the Espada's skin, feeling the muscles ripple beneath. Grimmjow leans down and whispers something else into the orange head's ear, Ichigo whispers something back and they both laugh.
Clothes are removed, sheets are shuffled and Grimmjow is careful not to scrap Ichigo with his mask when he kisses him. It's a drag, but they manage, because in the end it's so much more worth it for both.
Sunlight is beginning to creep in the horizon, Ichigo simply rearranges Grimmjow's arm around his waist and goes back to sleep, the taller man's snores soon lulling him to sleep.
It's dangerous, forbidden, they tell each other, and every time they shake their heads, because they both know that no matter what the other says or what excuses they come up with, Grimmjow will still rap on Ichigo's window and Ichigo will still come and open it.
Finally, the Arrancar stirs awake, tightening his hold on the Shinigami's bruised waist.
"Hey," he says, turning Ichigo around to look at him.
The strawberry simply looks at him and smiles, because he knows he doesn't have to say anything, Grimmjow understands it too. So they don't speak words of love and adoration, because they already know them, and there's nothing else to say.
END