Heat.
Author: Chihirooooo-yu-yu-yuki!
Warnings: Profanity! Yaoi-themes.
Disclaimer: ME NO OWN BLEACH! *sadface*
[A/N – Oh my~ THANK YOU! Thank you all very much for the lovely reviews, both constructive and positive. I think I sent you all a thank you.. if I didn't I'm really sorry! Scene two begins here! I can see why this couple is so popular to write about now, you can have so much fun with them! ]
"Ahh! Why you!-"
"Ahahahah! It's a good look Kurosaki!" Grimmjow held his stomach in mirth, his eyes beading with tears of laughter. Ichigo bestowed Grimmjow his heaviest death-glare to date, pulling the thick, knotted seaweed from his hair and shoulders. They were standing at the edge of the ocean and had been walking along the glittering coastline for the past hour. Grimmjow had done most of the talking, but when he found Ichigo lost in his own world staring out to sea, he'd decided that the clump of seaweed at his feet would look lovely against Ichigo's orange hair.
"I'm heading back."
"Aw! Don't be a spoilsport kid!"
"Wha- You just threw seaweed at my face, you've barely known me two hours!" Ichigo exclaimed, pulling the last of the slimy strands from his hair.
"It's just a bit of fun!" Grimmjow let out another throaty laugh before turning his back on him and striding towards a gnarled tree, tropical flowers appearing to pour from its hanging branches.
"I'll show you a bit of fun." Ichigo murmured, bending over to pick up the seaweed he'd previously pulled off his head. He stalked over to the older man, a small grin forming on his lips. He held the weeds aloft before throwing it with all his might at the back of Grimmjow's head. It hit sapphire hair with a wet slap.
Grimmjow straitened up and tensed his shoulders, slowly turning to stare at Ichigo over his shoulder blankly. Gradually, a sadistic smirk stretched over his lips, his eyes lighting mischievously.
"Is that how it is! You little- Oooff!" Grimmjow's sentence was cut short when a well aimed shell bounced off his forehead.
"THAT'S IT!"
And so the beginning of world war three. Every loose object was thrown carelessly at the other; shells, drift wood, pebbles and seaweed flew through the warm nights air. It wasn't long before the two began to chortle and snort at their childish fight, becoming breathless as they danced around each other while trying to trip the other over with precariously placed feet or a rough shove.
Eventually, Grimmjow managed to catch Ichigo's feet with a low swipe of his leg and the younger man fell back; but not without grabbing a fist full of Grimmjow's tank top and pulling him down too with a hard thud. The older man landed on top of Ichigo with the whole weight of his muscular body, knocking the air out of Ichigo completely. Grimmjow's body began to shake with silent laughter, his face buried into the crook of the younger man's neck.
"Nnnnn-ah.. You weigh a ton! Get the hell off of me!" Ichigo whined then cringed at the pleading tone in his voice.
"You're the one who pulled me down on ya self jackass! And that weight your feeling is pure muscle." Grimmjow raised himself slightly off of the younger man, placing is elbows on either side of Ichigo's head and grinning his crocodile-grin. His smile faltered a little when he noticed Ichigo had started blushing madly; the blush colouring his neck and his eyes averted. But Grimmjow was in the mood for a little toying tonight. The grin returned.
"Let's make a bet. If you can push me off, i'll let ya borrow my private boat for a day." He felt Ichigo squirm under his bulk, his limbs twitching. He turned to meet Grimmjow's gaze, a scowl painting his features heavily.
"So ya think your scrawny ass can move my chiselled physique?" Grimmjow taunted, watching the boy squirm some more as he pressed more of his body harder into the one bellow it.
His jaw dropped; the smirk wiped from his lips when he felt something press against his lower stomach.. Something.. hard..
Before he knew it, he was shoved roughly from his position and he landed on his back in the sand besides the younger man. He looked to the side to see the man even redder, his eyes wide and a hand cupping his mouth. They both lay side by side for the next five minutes, staring off to space and wordless with embarrassment.
'Defuse the situation Grimmjow..Dufuse it!" Grimmjow's conscience screamed. He ran a hand back through his tousled hair and turned to look at Ichigo cautiously.
"Uh.. heh.. I guess you won the boat for the day..." Ichigo whipped his head in Grimmjow's direction and scowled heavily.
"So you didn't have confidence I'd be able to do it in the first place?"
"A weak-ass piece of shit like you? Nah."
"Stop calling me names! I barely know you and you've already attacked me, swore at me and basically threatened me! What kind of impression are you making for your guests?"
"Ah they don't care. And you love it!" Grimmjow exclaimed loudly, letting out another rough laugh.
"LOVE IT!"
The two settled back into a comfortable and familiar banter. They lay next to each other in the white sands of the coastline, the sun had just about set over the horizon; the only light emitting from the random torches dotted along the beaches edge and the huge expense of stars, glittering brightly in the black obis above.
Little did the two know that as they argued through the twilight, their futures were becoming inevitably intertwined.
Ichigo awoke with a start at a noise coming from the cabin's living room. He rubbed his eyes wearily when he recalled the hotel staff telling him they'd bring breakfast every morning. He'd had a restless night's sleep; his mind host to a conflicting mix of thoughts. He might be gay, but that didn't mean he was attracted to every man on the street. It'd been a while since a man had interested him at all.. But that Grimmjow Jaegerjaques.. It was years since he'd found someone that attractive on first sight. Everything about the man was alluring; his body, his face, his hair, his scent, the way he walked.. even his callous banter was appealing. But Ichigo for the life of him couldn't figure out the man's sexuality. He could usually sniff a gay man from a mile away but Grimmjow.. Grimmjow hid his preferences well. He couldn't possibly hit on the man without knowing if his advances would be rejected. He hated rejection. He liked his men to have an obvious preference so he wouldn't have the embarrassment of being pushed away. But he couldn't get this damn sex-god out of his head. All night he'd fanaticized about the man he'd only just met; finding it ridiculous and infuriating that he was doing so.
Last night, They had picked themselves off the sand when they realised how late it was. They argued and bantered all the way back to Ichigo's cabin, before Ichigo realised he had let the man walk him home. He had murmured a quick goodbye and practically shut the door in Grimmjow's face in haste to hide another blush gracing his face. He heard that trade-mark throaty chuckle emit from the other side of his door before he heard heavy footfalls signalling the man's departure.
Deciding it was best he didn't dwell on the subject once again, he picked himself out of bed and headed straight to the bathroom for a shower.
"Shower, breakfast then for a relaxing swim." Ichigo thought, planning out his day as he stepped into the large, glass encased shower area.
"I think.. I think i'll try one of those next, thanks." Ichigo pointed out a cocktail third down in a drinks menu on the bar wall. The bar tender nodded and started to make his drink.
"Enjoying our pool bar, kid?"
Ichigo swivelled to his left on his seat, water slapping lazily around his waist and onto the bar. He gaped like a fish for a few seconds before letting out a dumbfounded "You."
"Yeah. Me. Hi. I'll have the same please bar-tend!"
"Certainly." The bar tender placed Ichigo's drink in front of him then started to whip up Grimmjow's.
"So?" Grimmjow questioned, grinning at the lost look on Ichigo's face.
"So..."
"How'd ya like our pool bar? Wake up Kurosaki!"
"Oh.. Uh yeah. I like it. Conveniently placed.. good view of the sea.. good cocktails. Haven't you got any other customers to question?"
"Nah. They're all boring fucks." Ichigo raised a sceptical eyebrow at Grimmjow's blunt comment.
"You won't have any customers at all soon if you keep talking like that. That's bad business Jaegerjaques." Ichigo watched Grimmjow thank the bar tender for his drink then take a long gulp of the fruity concoction. He wiped his lips on the back of his hand and pinned Ichigo with an amused stare.
"That's Jaegerjaques-san to you, kid." It was Ichigo's turn to laugh.
"Please, I've known you for a day and it's hardly like I respect you enough to be polite, after all the name calling an all."
"Respect your elders! Jeez what are they teaching you kids these days!"
"Your five years older than me! You're hardly my elder!" Ichigo exclaimed, rolling his eyes and picking up his cocktail for a quick taste. Mango and passion fruit. Nice.
"When you were ten I was fifteen! Think of it that way, I was well into my mid-teens when you were still a whiny brat!" Grimmjow admonished, looking defiant but pleased with his theory.
" Ok. Your old. I get it. Stop rubbing it in my face."
"I'm not old!"
"Then why do you-"
"I'm older than you but I'm not old! Jackass!" Grimmjow huffed, giving Ichigo a small glare before he stretched, throwing his arms up behind his head and sighing in contentment as his bones popped in their sockets.
'Wait. When.. when was he.. when did he take his clothes off?" Ichigo's jaw almost dropped off his face when he looked down for the first time at his counterpart's semi-naked body. He felt his mouth go dry and goose bumps spread over his own exposed flesh as he gazed at a ripped and absolutely delectable figure. The muscles looked to be carved from stone, perfectly shaped and well defined. His hip bones were sharp and his swimming trunks rode low over his abdomen, barely clinging to the tan flesh.
Ichigo was rudely interrupted from his gawking when a wave of water came down on his head as Grimmjow sat back down hard into the water, snorting a laugh when he heard Ichigo let out a strangled yelp of surprise.
"Ya haven't got a bad body yourself, kid. But thanks for the compliment." Grimmjow smirked at the younger man, watching him blush a beet red.
"Ah.. thanks..uh.. um what compliment?"
"Your little 'zone-out' said enough. You know, it must be a shame knowing you'll never get a body like mine." Ichigo watched Grimmjow run his hand through the water for a few seconds, barely skimming the surface while he sipped his drink with the other before Ichigo realised what the man had said and blanched.
"Fuck you Jaegerjaques!"
"Whoa! Steady on there kid, don't go rushing into anything you might regret!" Grimmjow let out a barking laugh and clapped a hand onto Ichigo's shoulder playfully. Ichigo huffed and shrugged it off.
"I'm going for a swim. See you around old man."
"Be careful in the deep-end! Your skinny-ass might not be able to keep you afloat!" Ichigo downed the rest of his drink before throwing himself back into the water and pushing off the wall into a backwards crawl, kicking his feet harder than necessary and soaking all of Grimmjow with a huge splash.
"Ha, you little shit!"
"Mr Jaegerjaques, it would be very much appreciated if you could give me a tour around your beautiful island. This new development looks to be one of your best resorts yet! I should know, I visit all of your locations. My favourite by far is your Beach Hotel in Sharm EL Sheikh. Would you care to have dinner with me later this evening?"
'This bitch talks too much.' Grimmjow mused sourly, telling the woman he would be unfortunately busy with another customer tonight. Sure, he was here to evaluate how his new resort was doing and it was his job to question his customers on the place, but this woman was driving him nuts. He knew her all too well. A rich, jobless spinster, she vacationed in most of his resorts all around the year, obviously with nothing better to do. She always sort him out and then clung to him like a desperate whore. Obsession isn't healthy.
"Ah, but can you not give me a tour around your island? I cannot think of someone who'd know the island better than yourself . Nor can I think of someone better to spend my valuable time with." The woman gushed openly. She was dressed in a flowing, flowery, green maxi-dress and had long, red hair curling over one shoulder. She wasn't ugly by a long shot, but Grimmjow didn't in the slightest feel an interest towards her. Although.. he suddenly appreciated her hair colour. He wondered why that was.
"Diego. Escort Miss Phillips around the island. She wants to see its features." Grimmjow spoke gruffly to a man in hotel uniform walking past the bar they were perched at, indicating to the woman with a jab of his thumb.
"Certainly . If you would follow me , we can tour the island in by vehicle." Grimmjow up and left the bar before he had to look at the woman's obvious annoyance. He strolled out of the bar area and out onto a balcony, rummaging around in his pockets then lighting up a small Cuban cigar with a silver zippo.
He found himself wondering where the kid was at the moment. The only soul on this island that wasn't either stuck up or down right boring. He enjoyed teasing the kid, he had one hell of a blush and it amused Grimmjow to no end. Not to mention his sense of humour wasn't half bad. Where had he got too?
Grimmjow leant forward over the fencing separating the bar from the white, sandy beach, taking a long drag on his cigar. It was just gone three o'clock but the heat was still sweltering, he felt waves of it beat down on his head and shoulders from the sun that was still high in the blue skies. He looked down the beach, spotting no one braving the day-time sun shine. Except one person. He squinted his eyes and saw the figure sitting at the edge of the tide, feet submerged in the shallow surf. He looked to the persons head. Orange hair. Bingo.
He let a smile curl his lips as he jumped the fence and landed with a thud in the warm sand. He was still only clad in his swimming shorts and a pair of flip-flops, his blue hair messier than usual from swimming in the pool earlier that day. He wondered why he was so happy to see the younger man. He told himself it was boredom. This man was a brilliant deterrent for said issue.
He broke into a small run towards the man, then threw himself down with a skid when he got there, landing next to the daydreaming other. Ichigo started and whipped his head around to look wide-eyed at Grimmjow, his features quickly turning irritated when recognition set in.
"You again."
"Me again!"
"Go away." Ichigo grumbled, turning back to the view.
"Don't be an asshole. So what? I enjoy your company. This island is full of fucking losers. Besides, I'm here for the next month so you best get used of me."
"Why're you here for the next month?" Ichigo questioned, huffing and seeming to let go of some of his resilience. Grimmjow's company wasn't that bad.
"I usually spend around a month on my new resorts. Get in on the experience, ya know? You were just lucky enough to come here the same time as me." Grimmjow heard Ichigo snort at his bravado and chuckled himself, stretching his legs into the shallow surf and feeling the current run through his toes. He and the younger man were sat pretty close, Grimmjow's shoulder grazing Ichigo's softly.
"Hows ya new book coming on? I've heard your writing the sequel." Grimmjow questioned, tilting his head casually in Ichigo's direction, his sapphire eyes half-lidded in content. The sea was soothing as it ran over his lower legs, bringing down his temperature. He took another drag on his cigar, savouring the strong taste.
"Well.. I'm just about three quarters of the way through.. but I ran out of steam. This is why I'm here. I haven't started writing yet though.. gotta get to that soon... heh." Ichigo rubbed the back of his neck ruefully and turned to stare into Grimmjows lidded eyes. Grimmjow watched in bemusement as Ichigo's chocolate irises locked onto his gaze and became acutely focused, his face turning serenely blank and contemplative.
"Your eyes... they're.. the most amazing shade of blue.." Ichigo leaned in closer, his eyes dilating in concentration. Grimmjow felt his small smirk falter at their proximity. Ichigo was making him nervous.
Grimmjow Jaergerjaques never felt nervous. He wondered at the feeling in his gut as he gazed back into that handsome, male face. Ichigo's obvious admiration was making the slumbering butterflies awaken, butterflies that had been dormant for years. Grimmjow was no stranger to admiration and full frontal flirting, but Ichigo's gaze was doing strange things to his head and he didn't know if he liked it. He put on his usual bravado.
"Ya flirting with me Kid? I'm too old for ya. Thanks for the compliment, though."
The spell was broken. Ichigo dropped his gaze and looked back out to sea. Shifting away from the other man awkwardly. Grimmjow felt a sort of guilt seep through his bones at the vulnerable look Ichigo was subconsciously displaying in his body language. He reached over and placed a careful hand on the younger mans shoulder, shaking it slightly so the other would look at him.
"Really, thanks kid. Appreciated coming from someone like you. Fancy heading over to the food court for a bite to eat?" Grimmjow asked, taking his hand away and grinning at Ichigo's confused stare.
"...Someone like me?"
"A famous author! That'll be a story to tell the grandkids one day. If I ever have any that is. Don't want kids..let alone grandkids.. snot nosed brats. I hate kids."
"Oh my- You're such an idiot Jeagerjaques." Ichigo retorted, a smile beginning to grace his features. Grimmjow stubbed his cigar out in the wet sand before turning to look at his counterpart.
"You're full of compliments today! Now get your scawny-ass off the sand, I'm fucking hungry."
"Why do I need to come with you?" Ichigo asked, watching Grimmjow stand and begin to stride away from him up the beach. He looked over his shoulder back at Ichigo.
"Because I might get fuckin' lonely. Now hurry the hell up." He hollered back at the younger man, turning around again and beckoning impatiently with his hand. Ichigo rolled his eyes and got up, jogging to catch up with his new found friend.
Grimmjow watched Ichigo catch up with him in no time and the both walked back onto the bars terrace side by side. Then Grimmjow remembered something. Another wolfish-smirk graced his lips.
"I forgot to tell ya. Remember you won that bet for that boat? Well yeah. I'm taking it out tomorrow. Your helping me sail it. Congratulations. Ha." He looked to his side to see Ichigo give him a sceptical side-glance and heard the smaller man huff out an exasperated breath.
"Hell of a prize."
"Of course it is! Ya get to spend a whole day with me out at sea."
"I can hardly contain my excitement." Grimmjow laughed at the heavily laced sarcasm in the man's voice, hailing a passing caddy as they stepped out from the bar and into the tropical canopy.
[A/N – I'm not brilliant at updating with reaaally long chapters.. So I guess I'll be posting this one in intervals of 3,000 to 4,000 words per chapter. They'll probably get longer as time goes by, but for now, I'll leave them short so I can get them out faster. I'm so tired, it's two in the morning.. why do I do this to myself! Aaaah. Leave a comment if you can be arsed! Thanks for reading!]