'Thank God its sunny out, otherwise I'd look like a total idiot wearing this stupid baseball cap.' Grimmjow mentally cursed his friends, but tried to keep a positive attitude. It was his first day of work and he needed to try and not come off as a total dick.
Greeting Ulquiorra with a flip of the middle finger, just to inform him that they were so not forgiven for taking advantage of him while he was drunk, he made his way up to the front desk.
"My, my, Mr. Jaegerjaques that is a lovely baseball hat you are wearing. Pray tell me, is that in fashion right now?" Ulquiorra tried not to let the smirk show, but it did and it pissed Grimmjow off. "As a matter of fact it is, Qui. Not that you would know. You dress like an emo kid that actually succeeded in killing himself." Grimmjow bit out with a creepy smile plastered on his face in a sad attempt to hide his anger.
"That attitude is unbecoming of a proper gentleman, Mr. Jaegerjaques. Now if you would follow me please, I will give you the grand tour."
Ulquiorra showed Grimm where the break room, lockers, boss's office, showers, sauna, and smoothie shop were located. Handing him a packet of paper, Ulquiorra said "Here is your schedule for the week. You will pick up a new one every Monday. It should stay the same, with the exception of holidays. Each day has the time has a description of what you are to teach the class for that day. If you have any further questions, you make seek my help. But please, do not bother me with trivial matters or I will change your ID card picture to the one we took on Friday night." Sheer malice darkened Ulquiorra's eyes and it gave Grimmjow goose bumps.
"You have about an hour and a half before your first class. Feel free to wander and familiarize yourself with Seireitei. Here is your ID card, it will allow you to access employee only areas and it is the key to your locker. You are dismissed." He finished with a nonchalant wave of his hand.
Shrugging off Qui's cold demeanor he went to the employee's locker room to drop off his things. Setting a timer on his watch so he wouldn't be late to his first class, he grabbed his schedule and began to wander.
Walking through one of the many hallways and casually looking through the windows into all the different rooms that held different classes, he stopped dead. 'No fuckin' way!' a grin split his face. The sight through one of the windows was just too good to be true.
A certain delectable red head currently facing a group of women raging from young to middle aged, all in the exact same position. And what an amazing position it was. His berry had his right arm extended in front of him, almost reaching out. His left leg was straight up in the arm behind him; his left arm was holding it, his back arched downwards. His eyes were closed and he was saying something, but Grimm couldn't hear through the glass.
'God, he's so flexible.' Heat shot straight to Grimmjow's groin as dirty thoughts entered his mind. 'Fuck, I gotta get out of here. I cannot have a hard on during my first class.'
Saved by the bell, or watch timer, Grimm practically ran to the locker rooms. Quickly changing and grabbing his wrist wraps. He regrettably had to remove his cap, because no one would take him seriously with it on. 'Maybe no one will notice? Psh, yeah fuckin' right. Whatever, suck it up and take it like a man, Grimmjow. You can do this. Pretend like you meant to have your head look like cotton candy. Come on, confidence is the key.'
Marching towards his designated room, only two rooms down from the one he had spotted Ichigo in, he walked in and turned on the lights. He was greeted to a fairly sizable room, a dull red paint covering three off the four walls, the fourth wall being a giant studio mirror. There was another mirror next to the door, and he realized that it was one of those one-way windows, one side being able to watch while the other side not being any wiser.
Putting down his water bottle on one of the cupboards towards the front of the room, the door opened, Grimmjow looked up and his first kickboxing class began.
It went along very smoothly. There were some odd stares and hushed whispers amongst the crowd of mainly men in their twenties or so, but Grimmjow silenced them by yelling "All right! Ya may have heard that your old instructor has quite because of some reason or another, if not, your old instructor quit. There, now you've heard. I'm his replacement Grimmjow Jaegerjaques, but you can just call me Grimmjow, or if that's too hard for ya to pronounce then call me sir. Is that understood?" Silence. Grimm sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Didn't your mamma ever tell ya that it's polite to respond when you're asked a question? Now, I repeat, IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?"
A resounding "Yes, sir!" was shouted back, and Grimmjow smirked. Good, his dominance was asserted and his manliness wouldn't be questioned, even with bubble-gum streaks in his hair.
After repeating almost the exact same thing to three other classes, Grimmjow grabbed his belongings and exited the room, switching off the lights and locking the door behind him. Sighing happily he walked to the employee's lockers to gather his other belongings and head home.
Opening the door, he was greeted by possibly the most beautiful sight in the world. His Ichigo was standing right next to his locker, shirt off, and back turned. Grimmjow crept up behind him, just barely keeping himself from running his hands down the tanned, taught skin of his back. Instead, Grimm leaned in close to his ear and said "Hello, kitten."
Grimmjow could've sworn he heard a scream, but it was quickly muffled by both of Ichigo's hands clamping over his mouth. Ichigo slowly turned, rich chocolate eyes wide, with a beautiful blush sprawled across his freckled cheeks and nose. His face only remained that way for a second before anger became the dominant expression. Brows knit, mouth down turned, and eyes burning with some form of passion, be it anger or lust, blush still firmly in place, if not a bit darker.
"The hell are you doing here?" his Ichigo asked him.
"Ouch, kitten! I'm hurt by such harsh words!" Grimmjow clutched his chest, allowing false pain to lace his expression.
"I told you to not call me kitten! And I-Whoa… What happened to your hair?" Genuine curiosity taking place of anger.
"Ahh, you like? It's a long story, maybe some other time." Grimm replied turning towards his locker to exchange his things. Shutting the locker door, he turned to find his kitten staring intently at him, his delicious blush darkening by the second.
"C-can I touch it?" Grimmjow had not been prepared for that comment and it shot straight to his dick.
Composing himself, he lowered his head for Ichigo to run his fingers through. 'God, that feels amazing.' He thought, nuzzling into Ichigo's hand. When that warm hand reached the back of his head and gave a slight tug, Grimmjow's composure bit the dust.
"Fuck it." He growled and grabbed his little kitty by the waist and smashed their lips together. Ichigo moved his hands to Grimm's chest and started to push, but when Grimm snaked a hand to the back of his neck to change the angle and deepen the kiss, his hands fisted him Grimm's shirt instead, pulling him closer and opening his mouth. Grimmjow took that invitation whole heartedly and delved into the warm, wet cavern that tasted of cinnamon and vanilla. 'So good. Need more.' His thoughts reduced to primitive statements. Grimmjow's hands didn't keep still, rubbing up and down silky smooth skin, before they finally settled. One on the small of his back, the other buried deep in orange locks.
Ichigo's hands traveled as well slipping one above Grimmjow's arm to yank at sky blue locks, the other slipping under his arm to feel the thick corded muscles of his back. Grimmjow shoved Ichigo against the lockers and rammed a knee between his kitten's legs, unknowingly rubbing against a very rapidly growing arousal.
And then it was all over, way to fast. Grimmjow pulled away and licked his lips, murmuring "Delicious." before grabbing his things and sauntering away, leaving Ichigo gasping for breath and weak in the knees.
Grimmjow had a hard time riding his bike home with a raging hard on. 'That went way out of fuckin' control. I was planning on having Ichi-kitty make the first move, not me. But I guess it really doesn't matter, because my kitty was definitely reciprocating.'
Grimmjow hurriedly parked him baby, ran up the stairs and practically broke down his apartment door, then slammed it behind him. Heading towards his bedroom, he grabbed a towel and turned on the shower, keeping it cold. Taking a deep breath and stepping in he grabbed his dick that seemed ready to burst and started a slow pace, while images of Ichigo filled his head. Ichigo with those luscious pink lips wrapped around him. Ichigo writhing underneath him as he pounded into his tight ass, and fuck, Ichigo with his back arched moaning out Grimmjow's name as he came, it was all to much.
Grimmjow rinsed his hand of his cum, a strange feeling washing over him. Was it, determination? Yeah, that's what it was.
Grimmjow was determined to make all of those images come true.
Grimmjow was determined to make that seductive little kitten his.
AN
So I felt bad for Grimmy-kins so I gave him a little taste of our berry head ;P
Also, made a couple adjustments to the chapters. GRR! I hate it when spellcheck changes a word to something that sounds the same, but is totally the opposite!
Maybe I should try and get a beat? IDK, what do you guys think?
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