I wrote this while listening to Beyonce's 'Single ladies' and Jessie J's 'Domino' on repeat, while playing pokemon in the middle. Random fact which makes no sense.
This should have been finished in two hours. In between pokemon, and another game called Flow which I have on my cell phone, it took one whole day to finish.
Don't install Flow in your phones, kiddies. You will end up regretting it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any characters associated with it.
Warnings: Silliness, sap, cuss words.
5 Senses
Chapter 2- Sound
Ichigo was enjoying himself as he effortlessly dodged strike after strike, face displaying a sort of glee that wasn't often seen.
"What's the matter, Grimmjow? Tired already?"
The arrancar laughed, before he answered Ichigo with a smirk and a cero- which Ichigo artfully dodged, of course. "Nah, shinigami. Just wondering what to do to your ass when I get you in bed tonight!"
Ichigo dodged yet another cero even as he fired off his own getsuga, ducking and sidestepping with ease as he matched Grimmjow's offence blow for blow. They were caught in a dance, a dance that was thrilling and primal and practically an art form between the two by now.
"Ha! You'll actually have to catch me for that to happen."
Grimmjow grinned, manic and bloodthirsty. "Challenge accepted, shinigami."
Ichigo turned and was off in an instant, heading to the outer city, where there were plenty of abandoned buildings and not many people to wonder why the air was pulsing and vibrating with energy and power.
He found a nice rooftop, and he landed on it before turning to face his pursuer, Zangetsu raised in an attacking stance. Grimmjow flashed onto the crumbling railing, Pantera resting on his shoulder as he grinned down at the boy from his higher perch. Ichigo grinned back, and they flew at each other in unison, swords clanging and curses spewing from their lips.
Suddenly, Ichigo winced and went down on one knee, clutching his stomach. Grimmjow immediately sheathed his sword, and bent to examine if he'd hurt the shinigami, but he didn't get too far as Ichigo surged upwards and captured his lips in a fiery kiss, Zangetsu forgotten as he clutched the arrancar's hair with both his hands.
Grimmjow grunted in surprise but quickly gained control of the situation, grabbing the orange haired boy by his shoulders and slamming him onto the roof and straddling his stomach. He looked mildly pissed, but he was finding it difficult to keep up his glare in the face of Ichigo's impish smile.
He intensified his glare a little before he smirked evilly, relishing how the boy's expression faltered when he did so, and he moved in for the kill, ripping apart the black shihakusho and exposing lush skin.
Ichigo was alarmed, this was not how it was supposed to happen! "No, Grimm- wait-"
His words died an abrupt death as Grimmjow started tickling him, right on the most sensitive strips of skin on the sides of his ribs, from just below his arm pits to a few inches above his hip bone, which made him squirm and writhe as he lost the battle to the oncoming gale of laughter.
"Fuck- Grimmjow, stop it!I can't- can't breathe!" He wheezed before his laughter overtook him again, belly laughs that were rich and warm and joyous, perfect and precious because they were so rare they were almost extinct.
"Try to fool me again, will you?" Grimmjow smirked, unmindful of the scratches he was receiving through Ichigo's fumbling attempts to pry his hands away, relishing the vocal expression of Ichigo's mirth, the sheer sweetness of the sound making a slow, low warmth bloom a little off-kilter in his chest.
Ichigo started coughing from being unable to get enough air into his lungs, and the espada finally released him.
He lay curled on his side as some residual laughter still escaped him, panting deeply, tears running down his face from laughing too much. He turned to look at the arrancar, and his countenance was shining and young, if not just a little angry. "What the fuck was that for?"
Grimmjow shrugged. "You needed it."
Ichigo gave him a quizzical frown, and Grimmjow sighed. "You're almost still a kid, yeah?" He murmured, moving to wipe the wetness on his cheeks away with his big, calloused hands. "Young people are supposed to laugh and have fun, and yet you never do. You're always walking around with that sour ass scowl on your face, like you hate the world. I'm the espada of destruction, I work under Aizen, I share living space with Nnoitra and that annoying prick Ulquiorra's always breathing down my neck, and I laugh more than you do. Now if that isn't fucked up, I don't know what is."
Ichigo looked at Grimmjow for a moment, a little surprised, a little contemplative. Then, he just looked a little... Well. There was no exact word for the expression on his face. His lips were slightly quirked upwards, and his eyes glinted with something soft and fond.
Grimmjow swallowed at the intensity of the look directed at him.
The orange haired boy pushed himself up, and promptly plopped into the arrancar's lap, arms thrown around a sturdy neck. He nuzzled the blue hair at his temples and moved toward the soft ear lobe, nibbling on it before murmuring "I'm not a kid."- and bit down sharply on the soft flesh.
Grimmjow, having been lulled into a sense of complacency at the gentle treatment, yelped at the sudden pain radiating from his ear, barely registering the fact that Ichigo had already jumped away from him.
When he did realise it, he snarled and pounced on the grinning shinigami, picking up again on their game from before. Ichigo shrieked and leaped away, barely avoiding getting plowed into, and started running for lis life.
His jubilant laughter echoed in the air, and Grimmjow knew that he'd give anything to keep that darling sound from ever fading away.
-end part: Grimmjow-
Grimmjow opened a garganta- right inside Ichigo's room this time- and stepped onto the bed. He settled down on the side nearest the wall, and kicked off his footwear and socks before snuggling into the bed and passing out.
When Ichigo entered the room after his shower, he was surprised to see the Sexta fast asleep on his bed. The first thought to occur to him was: Thank god he didn't break the window.
The second was: He looks adorable!
The third was: WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING ON MY BED?
Ichigo wasn't surprised at seeing Grimmjow. Because, he'd started seeing him a lot more often these days after all, since that day when they'd done... that. No, it wasn't seeing Grimmjow, but rather, seeing him sleeping in his bed.
They'd done it, that one day. Ichigo still blushed at the memory. And after that, they'd done it again, and again, on rooftops, in back yards, in alleyways, and even a swimming pool on one particularly hot night. But this was the first time Grimmjow was on his bed. Like, actually on his bed, in his bedroom, in his house. Ichigo blushed again, and shook his head, as if that would make the blush go away.
He didn't know what to make of it, that the man had suddenly showed up in his room. They hadn't actually discussed anything about it. He didn't know if Grimmjow was just using him for... for it, or if there were feelings and the like involved on his part. Because there sure as hell were feelings from Ichigo's part. What exactly those feelings were, he did not know, but that did not particularly matter to him.
He put away his dirty clothes in the laundry hamper before he finally decided to get into bed as well. If Grimmjow wasn't driving himself mad by thinking in circles, why should he?
He made his movements as quiet and gentle as possible, in an effort to not disturb the arrancar. The minute his head settled on the pillow, though, Grimmjow was all over him, nuzzling into his neck, pulling him into his chest, trapping him there by throwing a muscled leg over both of his.
Ichigo flitted between shock and disbelief before he finally settled on irritation. He was being used like a full body pillow, and the damn arrancar was heavy! And since when did he become so into cuddling?
He wriggled in an attempt to escape the iron grip the man had on him even in his sleep, but Grimmjow only tightened his grip and dug his chin into his shoulder, trying to get his pillow to stay still.
Ichigo huffed and gave up, seeing no other choice but to fall asleep as he was. At least the man was warm.
He was floating somewhere in between sleep and wakefulness when he registered a vibration against his chest and shoulder, where Grimmjow's neck and chest were pressed into him. A short while later, the vibrations grew stronger, and what could only be identified as purring reached Ichigo's ears.
Ichigo snapped his eyes open as he bent his neck slightly to look at the face snuggled into his shoulder, nudging the man a little, and yes, the soft purring seemed to be originating from Grimmjow's chest, spilling from his slightly opened mouth.
Ichigo fought the urge to giggle.
Grimmjow was purring in his sleep.
He really was a cat!
The shinigami chuckled silently to himself even as he rearranged Grimmjow to stick to his chest.
They were going to sleep together more often.
!*!*!*! End Chapter: Sound!*!*!*!
Tada! Also, I think you might have guessed by now, but these Drabbles are in random chronological order.
Thank you for reading! Review?
