There's No Way I'd Do That!
By: GrimmjowIchigoforever
Pairing: Grimmjow/Ichigo
Rating: T, unless you think this should go to M
Warning: Male/Male kissing, a liiiiitttle bit of swearing
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach; thank Kubo Tite-sensei for creating these hot guys, especially Grimmjow-sama!
Chapter 4
Blueberry What?
Ichigo had been having urges through the day, weird urges. The semi redhead woke up in the morning and felt it, went to school and felt it, went back home and (guess what) felt it.
First, he wanted to eat blueberry ice cream when he passed by an ice cream parlour. If you did not think that was weird well, see this, he passed on a large fountain and wondered why he would imagine the fountain water to be blueberry syrup bubbling and smelling all sweet and tangy.
Ichigo shook his head as he looked back at the fountain, only finding it to be a normal one with normal water streaming out of it. He shivered and quickened his pace, only to be stopped dead on his track, as a little boy with a blueberry balloon swept past him, running around happily. Oh wait, that was just a blue balloon.
Shaking his head once more, the shinigami ran as fast as he could, closing his eyes so he could not see any of the 'blueberry' things. Unfortunately the action of course, made him unable to see anything else.
Expectedly, he soon hit an object, or rather, a Blueberry object. A scream escaped from his lips as he got up, ran as fast as he could towards his house, went into his room and slammed the door shut in his face.
Grimmjow, who was currently sitting cross-legged, looked up from whatever he was doing on the bed, slightly intrigued by his boyfriend's behaviour.
"What is it?" He asked calmly, relishing the fuming look his partner was having. Let's just say Grimmjow always thought it to be 'hot'.
The said boyfriend stormed near him, standing firmly in front of the bed, pointing at his hair viciously and nearly screamed.
"You have to get rid of that blueberry shampoo!" He seethed; ignoring the incredulous stare directed at him and instead continued his speech.
"I've seen a blueberry fountain, a blueberry balloon, and even a fat, blueberry guy!" He shouted.
"Eh…your point?"
"I'm seeing blueberry!" Ichigo yelled frustratingly, then collapsing into Grimmjow's lap, exhausted.
Pulling him into his embrace, the Arrancar leaned in and nuzzled his lover's nape affectionately, rubbing his head softly as Ichigo moaned into the motion and inhale the calming scent of blueber…
"Arrrghhhhh!" The shinigami broke his stance of solitude and jerked his head away.
"But I thought you liked my shampoo?" Grimmjow asked curiously, teasing as he once again snuggled his head comfortingly on the previous position, smirking when Ichigo got lost in the pleasure, and the aroma.
"Mmmmm…n-no wait, I refuse to see blueberry everywhere I go!" Ichigo declared. "That shampoo must be a drug." He added as and afterthought.
Grimmjow let out a full force, previously contained laughter, leaving his boyfriend more miserable than he already was.
The Arrancar stopped, feeling some kind of sympathy his lover and hugged him tightly.
"Probably cause you ended up sleeping all night cuddling your head to my hair eh?"
Ichigo blushed. Last night, he went back late from school and found his boyfriend sleeping on the side, facing him unconsciously. The shinigami got himself fascinated with the purring sound Grimmjow was making and slowly propped himself up the bed, hugging his partner around his neck to feel the vibration as he nestled into said partner's teal hair, falling asleep.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about." He stuttered, feeling the heat creeping up his cheek.
"Ha-ha. FYI I woke up first." Grimmjow turned Ichigo so that the flushing shinigami faced him, the tinge on his face made him want to ravish the guy then and there. But he resisted, yet.
"Big deal, you can just NOT smell my hair all night, there." The Espada stated finally, pulling his boyfriend into a deep kiss that made Ichigo dizzy with pleasure and lack of air.
"I wonder what we should do." The teal orbs glinted dangerously, letting the shinigami that he was in for 'a hell of a session'.
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Grimmjow woke up to find the other side of the bed empty, meaning Ichigo was not there (ehm…obvious). He sat up straight, finding his boyfriend to be fidgeting with something on the table.
The Arrancar scooted closer so he could see the tiny object currently tossed around from hand to hand, and gaped when he got a clearer view.
"Errrrr…I want you to try it on…so I could…you know…" Ichigo trailed off, without a doubt embarrassed.
He held a blueberry condom in his right hand, tilting it in front of the Espada, XXL size.
Grimmjow smirked widely, unable to control his already fueling desire.
"You're on."
A/N: Eh so T readers, did you get it? LOLS I was wondering if I should update this to M, but decided against it since no 'violent' action here.
See you in the next chapter! You're probably sick of the word 'blueberry' by now XD.