So here's the second part. Finally! I'd written two verisons but half way through the first one I realised that I had no idea where I was going and had to rewrite the ending.
I would like to thank clio 111, Clumsy Owl, Snoppy898, GrimmKitty1325, Hollow Ichigo-Ichigo, Zane Takeshi, Guest, IILesGeMeAuxII, AI and firetrap for reviewing and to everyone who favorite-d and alerted this story!
Anyway, Happy Birthday to me! As broke as last year!
Warning: Strong language, some OOCness and sexual content.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any other manga mentioned in this story.
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It been eight hours since Ichigo set foot into Grimmjow's apartment for the first time. Though the design of the place was exactly the same, he was more interested in the décor the man had. A pink welcome mat sat at the entrance to the house which the blue haired male explained was given to him by Nel from the first floor as a welcome gift. He couldn't find it in himself to refuse the damn thing, so he kept the girly article despite his self-proclaimed manliness. The living room was as the oranget had imagined. A large plasma television above the fireplace, surround sound system outlining it with a glass coffee table and leather couches. It was everything one would dream of having in a bachelor pad. Light grey walls and black and red curtains. The coffee eyed male wondered if the place could be any more cliché.
The evening was spent shouting at the metal box, beer in hand and occasional food in the mouth. Bets were placed and paid up front because it was what real men did, according to a rather drunk Ulquiorra from the third floor. Every alcoholic beverage was consumed as it would be a waste to leave such a divine creation of man alone, an equally drunk Szayel argued. Most was downed by Nnoitra who had the highest alcohol tolerance in the room. Ichigo choose to only get a little tipsy. It wasn't that he didn't drink or was a lightweight; it was that he didn't trust getting drunk around the eye patch wearing man. He'd seen what he did to others when they finally passed out and he didn't want to end up as a victim. Grimmjow sided with his neighbour on that point but floated somewhere between tipsy and drunk.
Around two in the morning, the tenants of the lower floors stumbled out the door and made their way to their own homes. Ichigo, being what he called a 'good neighbour', stayed behind to help clean up some of the mess. Though he had to work later that day, it was later as he calmly stressed to the blue haired male. The silence between them as they worked wasn't as awkward or as tense as they had both anticipated; but neither would admit that they secretly enjoyed each other's company. After what seemed like hours but in reality only forty-five minutes, the duo had successful cleaned the flat, stuffing everything unwanted in yellow or black plastic bags.
"Kurosaki", Jaegerjaquez said as he walked towards the front door.
Ichigo had already started out the door, intent to go home and pray that the other man gave him a break tonight; especially since he helped with him out. "Yeah?"
"What do you do for a living? Just out of curiosity, you know."
Sighing, he beckoned the cyan eyed male to follow him. Grimmjow instantly knew where they were going, having only set foot in the place twice, though the owner only knew about it happening once. Unlike his own place were the sitting room had sofa, the oranget had five desks, some lightening equipment and a fluffy carpet.
Confused, the azure haired male arched an eyebrow. "And this tells me what exactly?"
"Nothing really", the shorter male chuckled. "But you wouldn't believe me without proof. I'm a mangaka."
"Bullshit."
"You know manga Beelzebub? The name, Ryūhei Tamura is just a pen name."
Ichigo walked over to his desk and pulled a few of pages out and handed them to his neighbour. Grimmjow remained silent as he flipped through the page, going back constantly.
"Well, I'll be damned. I wouldn't have guessed. Those guys who are always here, they're your assistants right?"
The amber haired male nodded as he return the drawings to the table. They stood there staring at each other for a few moments before the blue haired male strolled to the exit. Ichigo unsure of what to do, he followed only to lock the door. The taller male paused in the frame, and then turned around.
"Do you honestly not remember what happened six months ago?"
The amber haired male gave him an uncertain look. "Aside from the fact you started to be an asshole, then no."
A pain look flashed through his blue eyes. "Is that black haired dude with the face tattoos your boyfriend?"
"What are you talking about?"
Grimmjow fist slammed against the doorframe. "I'm talking about that asshole you fucked in your apartment after you moved in!"
Ichigo's eyes widened. Firstly, he'd never the man shout, not even when Lilynette, Starrk's sister destroyed his Xbox. Secondly, he didn't know how Grimmjow knew about that one night with Hisagi.
"Wah...?" His thoughts and words were incoherent.
"Is he is or is he not, Ichigo?"
"Hisagi...um...is just a friend. We slept together once but it was an accident. We were both drunk."
Grimmjow's eyes hardened. "Do you always sleep with men while you're drunk? Is it always an accident?"
The brown eyed male sucked in a sharp breath. "Fuck you Grimmjow. You don't know what you're talking about."
"I fucking know what I'm talking about because that's exactly what you fucking did to me!"
The last words echoed through the room. Ichigo gaped at the man. He did that to him? When? How? He had no recollection of ever being drunk around the man or even sleeping with him. He's never been so drunk that he forgot everything. Then why? The look on Grimmjow's face spoke so much truth that it couldn't possibly be a lie. If it were truth, then why didn't the other man say anything to him?
The orange haired male froze.
The wet dream or rather the supposed wet dream he had six months ago the night before he slept with Hisagi.
He remembered going out with Ikkaku and Yumi for drinks after the latest success of his manga, they had a good time as normal except for the fact that he got more drunk than usual. He knew it was because he was overly excited and brought drinks for the whole bar, not caring if he brought for a minor. He remembered skipping the elevator, having a feeling that he might just throw up in it. Stumbling up the stair was a task but it sobered him up a bit, though not by very much. He thought that he'd lost the key to his apartment and began banging on the door, yelling at the top of his lungs to be let in. He saw Grimmjow exit his own, concern written on his face and helped him enter his house. The older male came in, only wanting to make sure that he was alright then leave. But that didn't happen.
He remembered the first sloppy kiss as their teeth clashed. Those large hands gripping his hips tightly then pushing him back. He remembered the other telling him he was drunk and he wouldn't sleep with him because of that simple fact. Ichigo convinced him that he had a good memory and it was fine. He could feel his shirt and jeans slide off, the skin on skin contact. His fingers drew little circles on the other's scalp. Biting on his neck, his chest, legs and arms and everywhere in between. He remembered his legs being spread apart. He felt the pleasure of that night coursing through his veins. Those sweet words being whispered into his ears, the powerful thrust against him.
When he woke up the next morning he was alone in bed, the sheet rumpled with the scent of sweat and semen on them. His first thought was that none of it was real. He was disgusted with himself for having such thoughts about a man who didn't even show the slightest interest in him. After disposing of the sheets – he didn't think he could keep them, knowing that they would remind him of the dream – and left to meet Rukia. He remembered getting a text from the blue haired male asking him if he wanted to watch a movie that evening. He ignored the message and went to a bar with his friends. Again he ended up drunk, worse than the night before and then things with him and Hisagi heated up. He didn't mean to use the other male; he just wanted something to make him forget about his damn neighbour. Vaguely in the haze of his drunkenness, he registered Grimmjow leaving his loft to see him against the wall, trying to open his own door with the dark haired male grinding into him, placing rough kisses on the back of his neck.
He remembered how loud he was screaming, imagining that it was his blue haired neighbour below him and he rode out his orgasm. He remembered yelling out Grimmjow's. He remembered the morning after as Hisagi apologised for taking advantage of him. Neither mentioned the wrong name being called out. They avoided each other for a while until things were no longer awkward between them. Then the Grimmjow situation began and he didn't understand why. But now it was clear as to the reason. He hurt the man and spat in his face by acting like a jackass as well instead of trying to find out not only so he could get some peace but for the sanity of the other man.
"Grimmjow..." Ichigo whispered weakly. "I'm sorry."
The taller male's eyes softened. "I want to say it's alright but it really isn't."
"But you can't blame me. I woke up alone in bed, thinking it was nothing more than a dream. I was confused."
Grimmjow rubbed his hand over his face, knowing that the oranget had a point. If he stayed in bed with him instead of rushing to work to deal with the issue they called him about, none it would have happened. When he arrived at work, the problem was so small that if the workers took the time to actually look at it, then they would have realized that he wasn't needed. He should have made his way back home immediately but was confident that everything was alright. He didn't think about how the text would have played out to the other. Maybe he should have left a note explaining that he would be back later. When he saw Ichigo and that other guy, it nearly killed him to think that he didn't mean as much as he originally thought to the younger man.
But he could keep regretting not having done everything he could've back then and Ichigo could keep feeling guilty about the situation. They could both beat themselves up about it and nothing would change.
At that moment, their eyes connected and they knew that this was the chance to make thing right, to try and put it all in the past and make a fresh.
Ichigo stepped closer, his hands braced on the other's chest. Tilting his head up, he place a soft kiss onto those lips he'd wanted to feel for a long time. Grimmjow responded accordingly, his hands gently cupping the orange locks, deepening the kiss a little. They broke apart and started at each other. They moved again and this time the kiss was more passionate, as teeth raked over lips and tongues slide against one another. Their hands gripped at each other desperately, trying to make sure that the other wouldn't disappear. They moved backwards, the front door swinging shut behind them. The kiss remained unbroken as they fumbled to avoid the tables and chairs. Neither had the patience to move all the way into the bedroom, they needed each other now.
The need for air broke them apart but Grimmjow shifted his mouth down to the oranget's neck, a needy gasp escaping Ichigo's lips. His fingers twisted into the bright blue locks tickling his chin, pulling lightly with every nip on his neck. The amber haired male sucked in deep breaths, trying to calm his pounding heart. A part of him still needed to be convinced that this was all real but another part didn't care, thinking only of the present and not what lay ahead. He felt the blue haired man's large hands slide under his shirt, those long fingers brushing against his tender nipples. He knew what the other was trying to do. Make him beg for the pleasure and at that moment he would gladly toss away his pride just for it.
Grimmjow groans at the whimpering plead from the orange haired male. It had to be one of the sexist things he'd ever heard. Hastily, he obeyed the command and yanked Ichigo's shirt off and latched onto the now exposed nubs. His tongue rolled over one, grazing his teeth over the sensitive flesh. Puffs of air escaped the brown eyed male as he arched his back into the moist mouth. The cerulean eyed male trailed downwards with his tongue, a warm trace of saliva following him. Their eyes locked as Grimmjow rested his face on the front of the other male's trousers. Leisurely, he dragged the zipped down, holding down the buckling hips with his free hand. The whiny moans from the oranget were delicious, wanting nothing more than to savour each sound in his mind. Palming Ichigo's erection through his boxers, he ripped them off when he felt the other twitch violently and breath out his name.
Growling, Grimmjow yanked down his own pair, stumbling slightly as his feet got caught in the hem. He wanted his berry, needed him or he felt that everything in his life would be meaningless. Ichigo had wanted nothing more than to be wrapped up in the blue haired male's arms for months and now he would finally get what he needed. He sat up on his elbows, eyed glued to the front of the man's boxers as he pulled them down. The older male's erect length sprung forth, taking the oranget by surprised at its width and length. If it were possible, the sight of it alone almost made him come. He got rid of the rest of his own clothing, dying for skin on skin contact.
Grimmjow threw himself at the smaller man, wrapping his arms around the lithe body. The warmth of another person was something he was use to but the warmth of Ichigo was something he knew he couldn't live without. The thought alone had driven him mad for months. Having a taste of the fruit forbidden and knowing you can't live without it, only to have it ripped from you anyway was painful. This time he wouldn't let anyone come between the two of them. This was their chance to make it all right again, to forget the mistakes of the past.
"Grimm...please...now..."
It was the same voice Ichigo had used six months ago. Getting on to his knees, he gripped the oranget's thighs and hoisted them over his shoulder. Despite the fact that he hadn't prepped the other male, he knew he wouldn't have the patience to do so; neither did the amber haired male. Six months ago they didn't in their rush and now even with time, it didn't seem to matter that much.
Ichigo buckled his hips, snapping Grimmjow from his thought; a needy gesture for the other to hurry up. His blue haired neighbour lined himself at the redden orifice and pushed in slowly. The cinnamon eyed male took a sharp intake of breath at the painful intrusion but said nothing. He didn't want the other to stop and prolong the burn. Grimmjow twisted his hips to help ease the process but it didn't help as the oranget gave a sudden cry of pain. The older male paused, panting as he waited for his berry to adjust. After a moment, he drew his hips back and snapped forward quickly.
Tears prickled in the corner of Ichigo's eyes as the pain became overwhelming. But underneath the pain he could feel the tinge of pleasure.
"Move Grimm…"
Tightening his hold, the blue haired male pulled back a bit then entered. His stokes were slow and shallow, giving the brown eyed male enough time to adjust. No matter how many he'd been with over the last six months, nothing compared to Ichigo. Their bodies were made to fit each other, like a two piece puzzle. As the pleasure began to mount, Grimmjow's thrusts became fast and harder. Ichigo pushed his hips to meet them, gasping at every hit to his prostate.
Childishly, Ichigo reached his hands out and locked them around Grimmjow's neck. He yanked the taller male down to him, sealing their lips and the tempo of their thrusts became more erratic. The blue haired male slid his hand down to the base of the oranget's back, helping deepen the strokes. They were close, too close for their liking but their need for each other kept building.
"Look at me." The cerulean eyed male lifted his head for the crook of the other's neck and stared straight in those lust-glazed eyes which were made just for him. "I love you Grimmjow."
It was those three words that sent him over the edge. One of his hands reached in between them and grabbed hold on the abandoned length, pulling in it was jerky movements. The volume of Ichigo's moans increased. With a final, hard tug he spilled all over their chests. Grimmjow groans as the muscles around him contracted, milking him of his orgasm.
As they both came down from their high, Grimmjow rolled off the other male and pulled him flushed against his chest. For a while, they lay in each other's arms exchanging tender kisses. Soon, Ichigo's eyes began to droop close.
"Ichi", the blue eyed male whispered.
"Huh?"
"I love you."
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The first thing Grimmjow registered as he woke up was that he was alone. Second was the glaring light of the sun from the balcony windows. Memories of last night came rushing back to him, making his nausea as he remembered what he said.
'I love you.'
How could he say that expect to wake up alone? He expected Ichigo to be by his side, cuddling –even though he wasn't really as cuddling type of guy. Was this some type of sick revenge that the orange haired male had thought of for everything he did to him over the last half year? Did the other male even love him?
How could he have been so stupid?
For first time in his life, he told someone he loved them and he wakes up alone, in the person's apartment no less. It could be said that it wasn't love that he felt for the other male, they barely knew each other. But he did and wanted to spend the rest of his days with the man. Grimmjow knew that he wasn't the type of guy who would ever want to settle down and have kids but he would for Ichigo. Last night after the cinnamon eyed male had fallen asleep, he toyed with the idea of marriage later on in the future, adopting a child or two, moving into a proper house.
For Ichigo he would do anything and now he was left alone with nothing but an empty 'I love you'.
Grimmjow let out a cry. It held all the betrayal he felt, the love he would never feel again, the pain of never having any of those ridicule thoughts. Just playing with those ideas were going to end him.
"Grimmjow? What's wrong?"
The blue haired male glanced up, the air sucked out of his body as he watched Ichigo cross over to him, wearing his pair of blue boxers.
"You look like you've seen a ghost." Grimmjow clutched Ichigo's forearms and wrenched him against his body. The oranget gave a yelp of surprise at the action. "Grimm, are you okay?"
"I thought you'd left me."
"I was just in the kitchen…"
His voice died in his throat as the realisation of his natural action had on the man. After everything that had happened, how could he be so stupid as to leave the man alone for only ten minutes?
Ichigo cupped Grimmjow's face in his hands, placing a soft kiss to his lips. "I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking."
The older male deepened their kiss, showing the extent of emotions from over the last couple minutes.
"I love you Grimmjow. I want you to know that."
Grimmjow gave a small smile. "Ichigo, I fucking love you."
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I hope you liked it!
If you follow my story Mind Games, the next chapter will be out the first week of April!
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