A/N: Yikes, sorry for the wait people, but a hectic life and a muse on vacation is not a good combination… well, here ya go, and I hope this chapter might clarify some things I might have been a bit unclear on in earlier chapters. Sorry 'bout that, but this is my first "real" multi-chap.
DISCLAIMER: I do (sadly) not own Bleach or any characters taken from it.
Warning: Ehm, if you haven't noticed already, this is a yaoi fiction…
Nobody Else
Chapter 4: Realisations
In the basement of the Urahara Shop
Ichigo lunged at Renji again, making him fly backwards a few metres. Ichigo's muscles started to burn from the lactic acid, but he ignored it.
The two redheads leapt for each other again, Renji managed to pin Ichigo to a nearby rock.
Ichigo struggled for a while to get free, but failed. He was just too tired, but at least Renji seemed exhausted as well. The two of them went to the hot spring to heal and relax. They had fought for what seemed like hours, and Ichigo thought that he should get back home soon, not only had he been gone all day, but he had also left before Grimmjow had woken up.
Before he got up, however, Renji moved closer. Well, more accurately, he tried to kiss Ichigo. This action made Ichigo jump up and stare at Renji, heart pounding in his chest.
"Renji… Wh-what are you d-doing?!" he nearly screamed at the tattooed man.
"Fuck, Ichigo, isn't that just obvious?" He asked without getting out of the water, having a raging hard-on.
"No, Renji, just… no. You're my friend! That's as far as we go! Got it? I love Grimmjow!" Ichigo shouted at Renji. Yes, he had in deed had feelings for Renji once (in fact that was what mad him realize that he was gay), but that had been a long time ago. He had meant every word he had just said.
Before Renji could answer, Ichigo had gotten out of the pool of hot water and started to get dressed.
"Ichigo, wait! I'm sorry, okay? I never meant to…" Renji didn't get any further before Ichigo had used shunpo to get out of the cellar.
Ichigo didn't get vary far before he was stopped by Tessai, who prompted that he should stay for dinner. However, Ichigo didn't even have to see the fried chicken before he had to make a run to the toilet to throw up.
A concerned Urahara came in to the bathroom as Ichigo was rinsing his mouth.
"Naa, what have you been eating, Ichigo?" He asked.
"Nothing, it was the chicken that set me off, I think I had a bad one last week" Ichigo answered.
"And you're still feeling weird? Hm, maybe I should take a look at you…" Urahara said, the tone in this voice stated clearly that he had asked a rhetorical question.
Half an hour later Urahara came in to the living room with a big grin plastered on his face.
"Congratulations Kurosaki-saaaan, you're going to be a mommy!" He exclaimed loudly.
"WHAT?!"
A black hole opened up in the apartment that Grimmjow and Ichigo shared. A man with very blue hair, wearing a white hakama stepped out of it, and in to a seemingly dead body lying on the ground.
He looked very tired, killing random hollows just wasn't fun anymore, but at least he wasn't hungry anymore. He was horny though. Very horny. Ichigo had denied him sex for almost two weeks and he was almost worried about "Little Grimmjow" dying from lack of release...
He looked at the kitchen clock, he had been gone nearly four hours, and the strawberry still wasn't home. He looked out through the window facing the street, and as on a cue, Ichigo came walking down the street – very slowly.
Grimmjow immediately saw that something was wrong, and hurried down to the street to his boyfriend, who looked like he was going to faint at any moment. Grimmjow made a silent promise to himself to make Renji pay for (what he assumed) beating up Ichigo.
"Damn, Ichi, you look like you're gonna pass out or something…" Grimmjow started but was soon interrupted by Ichigo saying that he'd tell him inside.
When they were both seated on the living room couch Ichigo started about 10 sentences in a fashion of "Well, Urahara", "After sparring with Renji I", "There is something I need to tell you…" and after about three "I'm" he finally got the word "pregnant" out.
Grimmjow's heart seemed to stop beating as his eyes became almost completely round.
"Y-y-you're… pregnant? H-how…?" Was all Grimmjow could get out as soon as he started breathing again.
"Urahara mentioned something about reiatsu mixing and creating something I can't even pronounce…" was the answer.
"Oh, fuck… I had no idea that works on humans. Hollows can reproduce in that way, but maybe it's because you're a shinigami…" Grimmjow mused; he was actually surprised by his own tranquillity and acceptance. However, in the depths of his gut he wondered if the child was his… or Abarai's, after all, he hadn't slept with Ichigo for quite some time, but he quickly beat the doubt out of his head, his lover was having a baby, no matter what… he was going to become a father.
"Well, Ichi, now that you're pregnant, can I still screw you into the mattress? I'm dying here…" Grimmjow asked, finally putting his urge in words.
"Well, yeah… but according to Urahara you'll have to learn to be more careful as I'll get… bigger" Ichigo shuddered at the thought of getting 'fat'.
"Well, that ain't gonna happen tonight is it?" Grimmjow asked, planting a rough kiss on the strawberry's lips, Little Grimmjow waking up.
The two of them kissed passionately as Grimmjow's hands sneaked up underneath Ichigo's t-shirt, roaming over his slim, yet toned abdomen and chest.
Ichigo, who hadn't realised how sexually frustrated he was himself, moaned and leaned willingly into the touch. He started tugging at the blue t-shirt his lover was wearing, not wanting to wait longer than absolutely necessary to have the other man inside him.
Grimmjow caught the hint and pulled off Ichigo's shirt as well as his own. Their hands roamed over naked chests, hips grinding creating much wanted friction.
The former Espada picked the shinigami-daiko up and carried him to the bedroom and pinned him roughly to the mattress. He kissed the red-head roughly, his desire taking over his body.
In a single move the shinigami had lost his trousers and underwear, Grimmjow grabbed the throbbing length and gently stroked the head with his thumb, making Ichigo shiver and moan loudly, urging him to stop teasing.
That was a request Grimmjow couldn't deny, he roughly pushed two digits past Ichigo's tight entrance.
Ichigo tensed up at the sudden pain, but willed himself to relax.
Grimmjow continued preparing Ichigo, searching for the (dusty) bottle of lube. After Ichigo had become accustomed to three fingers, he gently brushed his prostate, making Ichigo moan out Grimmjow's name.
That was too much for Grimmjow; he pulled his fingers out, and poured some lube on his own leaking member. He positioned himself at Ichigo's entrance and pushed himself in, barely being able to give Ichigo some time to adjust.
When Ichigo pushed back Grimmjow started moving, agonizingly slow. Ichigo wrapped his legs around Grimmjow's waist, trying to make him go faster.
Grimmjow grabbed one of Ichigo's legs and put it on his shoulder, to get a better angle for his prostate. As the Espada's cock grazed the little bundle of nerves Ichigo nearly screamed out in pleasure. Grimmjow felt that he wouldn't last for very long started going faster and faster, hitting the strawberry's prostate each time.
Ichigo was by then nearly blinded by pleasure with Grimmjow hitting his prostate so hard and frequent. After only a few thrusts more he was sent far over the edge, moaning Grimmjow's name loudly, as it was pretty mush the only actual word that his brain could think of.
With Ichigo's entrance tightening deliciously around his cock, Grimmjow fell pray to his own orgasm, releasing his seed deep in Ichigo, groaning his name in the nape of his neck. At the rush of reiatsu that the orgasms created Grimmjow noticed something – no, someone, new. It was tiny, but definitely there.
He pulled out rolled off Ichigo, who was already sleeping.
When he thought back of that tiny reiatsu, he remembered Shun. He remembered how jealous he had been of Reishi; and his pain when he found out that the little bitch was knocked up. He hadn't realised until now what he was jealous of, it wasn't the fact that Shun might as well have had sex with her almost every night as he had thought; it was that Shun and Reishi shared a bond that could never be broken, a bond that he could never, ever share with the other man. But damn, with a reiastu so strong at only a few months old… that kid sure was going to be a handful…
September, 1659
Shun and Reishi had been married for just over two months, but to Grimmjow's great delight Shun hadn't stopped seeing him. As the two of them sat underneath "their" oak, Shun curled up in Grimmjow's arms, both of them enjoying the warmth of the sun. Grimmjow couldn't help but thinking of how he was not alone with the other man, but at least he still had him.
"You know that Reishi and I have been married for two months right?" Shun carefully started, waking Grimmjow up from his daydreams.
"Yeah… I know." Grimmjow answered reluctantly
"Well, she… is pregnant…" Shun continued, fearing Grimmjow's reaction.
Grimmjow seemed to tense every single muscle in his body for a moment, rejecting the urge to just run away from everything. "Does that mean you'll leave me then?"
"No, Grimmjow, don't ever think that! The only reason I did those things was to not act suspiciously and to 'produce a heir'."
Grimmjow stood up. "I gotta go" were the only words he could get out of his numb head. He needed to beat something up. Urgently.
He stopped at a tree after walking for about ten minutes and beat the trunk of it until his hands were covered in his own blood. He knew that getting involved with a noble had been a mistake, but why couldn't he stop thinking about the beautiful, ever graceful man? Why was he so afraid of loosing him? He had had several one night stands, some better than others, but none meant anything the way Shun did.
He turned to look back over his shoulder, half expecting Shun to stand there. All he saw was a deer, looking curiously at him. He turned to walk back home, he had to get up early in the morning.
The next morning, when he was on his way to the fields, Grimmjow made a decision. He was going to ask Nakamura to marry him. Not today, but sometime soon.
As the sun rose higher on the sky, he started giving her some hints, lingering for a moment whenever they passed each other, making eye contact, all of those silly, sentimental things girls tended to like. In deed, she was pretty when she blushed, anyone could see that, but Grimmjow just wasn't attracted to her… in any way. She was thin, yet rather muscular from working all her life, but she did not possess the slender gracefulness that Shun did. Grimmjow felt his face heat up at the thought of Shun and looked down, seemingly very interested by a single rice plant…
Grimmjow woke up, looked around. He felt a body next to his. "Shun?" he muttered to himself, confused. No, it wasn't Shun. It was just Ichigo. No, it wasn't just Ichigo, there was annother person there too...
Grimmjow laid down and was soon sleeping soundly and dreamlessly.
A/N: PLEASE FORGIVE MEEEE! T_T Ugh. Sorry I took so long to write such a short chapter… But as mentioned, I've had too much going on in my life to be writing very often, and I now suspect that my muse has been kidnapped (musenapped?)… Somebody kill me……
Um… The chapter was mainly written to "Those Nights" by Skillet and "Bengara Koushi" from the Bleach Musicals. I own neither, but I wish I did.
P.S. How many children should Ichigo have? I've got a poll on my profile, gimme your votes!
PLEASE REVIEW! It'll honestly make me finish the next chapter so much faster, and I REALLY want to know what you think. Even if you think this sucked, tell me, so that I can make the next chapter better! It doesn't take more than a maximum of like 3 minutes of your life! Can you spare that for me? Please? *puppy eyes*