Two chapters in a day! Whoot! (Yes those of you, who just went to the latest chpter, there's one before this (unless you've read it...))
two months later
Grimmjow-
"You blue haired bastard! I'm gonna-! Renji let me the fuck go!" Ichigo yelled from across the room. Renji had his arms under Ichigo armpits, therefore keeping him restrained. We had decided to keep our little…relationship under wraps until we were both comfortable with everybody knowing. So, instead, we did what we do best. We fought.
Let me explain how our relationship started.
The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed. I thought, Maybe it was all just a dream. Then, I caught a whiff of bacon and decided it wasn't a dream. I mean, I had only seen Ichigo cook after Mum disappeared and I knew she couldn't cook bacon at all.
As I made my way to the kitchen, the bacon smell got stronger and I could also pick out a faint smell of pancake. And, sure enough, when I walked in, there was a huge stack of pancakes on the table, two bottles of syrup on either side of it, a plate of eggs, a plate of bacon and sausage, a plate of biscuits, a jar of blackberry jelly and a tub of butter, and two glasses of milk set out beside two clean plates on the table. I noticed how the plates were set out right beside each other. Then it dawned on me that it was all set out on the kitchen table and not the huge dining room table. I also realized that I'd never eaten in there and that I'd only eaten in the dining room. I was glad we were eating in there because the huge one always bothered me. Then, as I was about to sit down, I noticed the most breath-taking, and (don't tell Ichigo) mouth-watering site I had ever seen. The strawberry was standing at the stove, making what I assumed to be gravy, still clad in only his boxers and my hoodie.
"Well, are you going to eat or not? I have gravy on the stove now, but I'm sure you can find something on that table to eat." His voice startled me and I looked up to his face…only to see he still hadn't turned around at all. I chuckled quietly. "Was I really that loud?" He stopped what he was doing for a few seconds and I saw him tense up before he relaxed and went back to stirring. "No, I've just gotten used to…listening to the things around me. I used to have to keep my guard up around Aizen." I was confused at his response. "What? Why?" I asked. He turned the stove off and poured the gravy into the gravy pot and, keeping his head down, he put it on the table. "Well, you must be starving. Come sit down and eat." He sat down himself and I cautiously walked to sit down beside him. He scooted his chair close to mine until our knees touched and I saw him relax a little. "Dig in." I did as I was told.
After we scarfed down everything on the table, I put the syrup, butter, and jelly away while he cleared the table. "You wash, I dry?" I asked. He nodded and handed me a towel and a plate. While I was drying my fourth plate, he started talking.
"You asked…why I used to have to keep my guard up around him. It was because he…did things to me, to my body. I hated it. Always have, always will." He handed me another plate, but I kept quiet. "It started as just touching and it was right after Mum died. At first it was just a touch of his hand on mine that would linger a little too long. After a few months, it started to be more. Like, he would touch me on my upper arm. Walking through public, he would keep his hand on the small of my back. If we sat on the couch, he would sit a little too close. After about a year or so of just that, I turned nine. I remember, about a month after my birthday, we were sitting on the couch, watching The Fox and the Hound, my favorite movie at the time, and he was siting too close, like always. Around fifteen, maybe twenty minutes into the movie, he put his hand on my thigh. It just stayed there for a while. Another thirty minutes into the show, he started to move his hand up and down my thigh. 'Daddy, what are you doing?' I asked. He looked me in the eyes and told me 'I making you ready.' And walked away from me. I had nightmares that night.
He did that for years until I was about twelve; until I hit puberty. One morning, I woke up with my first hard on. I had no idea what I was supposed to do with it and it had started to hurt. So, I ran to the bathroom because, though I knew I could get answers from him, I didn't know what my dad would do about it. I knew one thing was for certain and that to make it go away, you had to touch it and I didn't want him touching me there. I sat down on the toilet and touched it a few times before I decided maybe rubbing it would help. So, I did that." Ichigo handed me the last plate and dried off his hands. I dried the plate, then my hands as well, then nodded towards the kitchen door. "Wanna go to the living room?" I asked. He nodded.
We sat down on the couch side-by-side and I looked at him. "Would you…you wanna hold my…my hand?" I whispered. He looked up at me, hopefully and nodded, grasping my hand and squeezing so hard I thought it might rip off. His grip relaxed after a while and he sighed. "Where was I…ah, yes, first morning wood. I rubbed and rubbed and rubbed and finally this white stuff squirted out and since I had been sitting on the toilet, I was bent just a little and it hit me in the face. Of course, after that, I decided to wash it all off. I took a shower and when I got done and opened the door, he was standing there with a smirk on his face. 'Did you figure it out?' he asked. I nodded numbly, not sure what to do, and just decided to run to my bedroom. It happened regularly from then on and about the time I turned fourteen, Shirosaki cornered me one day. He asked me who I liked and I blurted out Shiro's name. He seemed shocked, but then laughed and said 'So yer gay? Or are ya bi?' I just stared. 'Do ya like girls or boys?' I immediately responded with 'Guys.' He said 'Good. So, have you ever blown someone?'
At the time, I knew what sex was, I knew what 'gay' and 'lesbian' meant, but I had never actually experienced it. He pulled me into an empty classroom and picked me up just to sit me on a desk. He rubbed…there and I tried to squirm away. He held onto me and pulled me closer. It wasn't the kind of yank that Aizen did when he would command me to sit in his lap, it was gentler-if you can believe that- and I gave in. So, he rubbed us both off and I came a lot faster than I usually did, but that was because someone other than me was touching me. I loved it. That night, when I got into bed, I started thinking about it and it made me hard. In turn, that made me have to jerk off. I threw the covers off and shoved my hand down my pants. I was close, oh so close, to coming and Aizen walked in. I went soft at the sight of him and got scared when he smirked and came closer. He sat down in front of me and when I tried to sit up, he pushed me back down. He leered over me and told me to be quiet while he showed me something." I saw tears threating to spill from Ichigo's eyes now. "Grimmjow, he…he…" Ichigo took a few deep breaths and continued.
"He leered over me for a few minutes and finally told me I would have to trust him. I didn't want to. But he was bigger than me. He put two fingers in his mouth and sucked on 'em for a minute or two before he pulled them out cover in spit. With his other hand, he pulled off my underwear and pushed my legs apart. I closed my eyes, afraid of what he was going to do. But, I opened them quickly as I felt something wet push into my…you know…and started to move around. I looked down to see it was his finger. It didn't hurt, but it felt fucking weird. Almost instantly, he pushed the second one in and I tried to move away because it had started to hurt but he held me down. He moved his fingers in and out several times. 'See, it's not so bad.' He smiled this really creepy smile and started ramming his fingers in and out as hard as he could. Then, he pulled me into his lap and pulled his dick out of his pants. 'Here, you rub it while I prepare you.' I panicked because earlier, Shiro had showed me a magazine -a gay one- and I knew that dicks…well, that they went up the ass and I was pretty sure that he was shove his thing I me. I reached down and started rubbing it as he continued to abuse my hole. I felt him shudder and his jizz got all over my hand. I was disgusted, but he told me to lick it all off. What was I supposed to do? After I did that, he fixed his pants and left the room. I yanked my boxers on and ran across the hall to the bathroom. I puked for at least thirty minutes before I just started dry heaving. Another half an hour or so later, I went back to my room, grabbed clean underwear, and headed to the shower. I was in there for at least an hour. I washed myself over and over and over until I finally felt too tired to do it again. After I went to bed, I had nightmares. I had nightmares for the next three or four weeks as well. He did it again and again. Once or twice a week, maybe.
Then, three or four months or so ago, he met Mum. Well, more like he stopped touching me. Then he brought Nel home. I was terrified that he would start doing to her what he'd been doing to me for the last two years. But, instead, she always seemed so happy. Then the wedding, then the kidnapping, and now we're here. The reason I have a habit of keeping my guard up everywhere is because he did it to me once or twice in the living room, once in the kitchen, and once he even did it in the hall way. Of course, as soon as I took a puked and took a shower like I usually did, I would go and scrub those spots for hours. Hours until I could hear him approach, then I'd either race to the kitchen to hide the stuff, or just hide the stuff if I was in the kitchen. He never once raped me like I thought he would, but ever since he first did that, I haven't been able to get it up. Other than his revolting fingers, I'm practically virgin. I…I don't even know why I'm telling you this." Now he was crying freely. I pulled him into my lap carefully and he started wailing into my shoulder. I relaxed into the couch and just let him cry. After a while he calmed down. He pulled away from me and smiled a sad smile at me.
"Have you ever kissed anyone?" My eyes widened, as did his, as we both realized what I had just asked. His eyes slowly went back to regular size and he shook his head. "Can I kiss you?" This time, I meant what I said and he nodded his head. I put a hand on the back of his neck and gradually pulled his face forward. He tilted his head and I pulled him even farther forward until our lips almost touched. I opened my eyes to see amber eyes looking back. He closed them and pushed his lips against mine. I responded immediately and tugged him flush against my chest I ran my tongue over his bottom lip and he shyly parted them. I pushed my tongue in his mouth and started mapping out his mouth. His tongue wrapped around mine, though it didn't seem like he wanted dominance. Another minute or so of sucking face, the need for oxygen came up and we separated. "Can we do this instead of fight? I like this a lot more." I chuckled and he blushed. "What? Don't you agree?" His tone wasn't angry, just embarrassed and nervous. Kissed his forehead and laughed when he turned even redder. "Sure, let's make out instead of fighting from now on. I would personally love that, Ichi." He blushed again and I leaned up to put my lips on his again. We spent the rest of the day alternating between playing on the Xbox and making out, only taking a break from both to eat. That night, he slept at my side once again.
So here we were, two months later, fighting at school like usual. Well, usual for school times, anyways. Sometimes, during lunch, we would sneak away from our friends and find some empty classroom to make out in or do it behind the building, but for the most part we kept the intimacy at home on the couch, sometimes the kitchen counter, and I even jerked him off on the dining room table once. Lately, he's gotten a lot more trusting of me.
Now, here we were, 'fighting' at lunch while Renji and Shiro held us back from each other. We kept yelling obscenities at each other until there was a loud "SHUT UP, CHILDREN!" from the door. We all quieted as soon as we saw Mr. Szayel, our principal, was standing at the door with the two officers that first came to help us. Ichigo kicked backwards, nailing Renji in the balls, and broke free. "Officer! Did you find Mum? Is she okay? What about Aizen? Did you hurt him? You better have! Wait, Mr. Gin? Is that you? I haven't talked to you yet! I'm so sorry! Anyways, what'd ya find?" Everyone in the room just stared. None of us had ever heard Ichigo talk that fast. I walked over to the officers and stood beside him. Mr. Gin stepped forward. "Ichigo, please calm down. Yes, we have…found your mother. We also found your f…" He faltered for a second as he heard me growl at what he almost said. "Ahem, I mean, we have also found Sosuke and he had been taken into custody. The officers are just here to escort me, but we figured you might be more comfortable riding in a normal car instead of in a car with bars over the windows. Before I check you out of school, I will give you two options, though I'm confident in which one you'll both take. Option one: I can leave you hear until schools out and then come pick you up and take you to the station. Option two: You can both ditch school now and come watch Sosuke be interrogated. Might even get a chance to talk to him. Which one?" I glared and pushed past him. I heard Ichigo squeak -yes, squeak- an apology to Gin before I heard him run up behind me. I could see the officers talking to the principal just ahead of us.
I felt a hand brush mine and I reached out to grab it. The hand squeezed mine and I tugged the body it was attached to towards me. It latched onto me as I slipped my hand out of his, only to put it back around his waist, and I turned my head to the side to kiss bright orange locks and faced forward again as I felt him relax into me. This was going to be a long after noon.
Author-
Little did the two boys know, the whole class had followed them out of the classroom, as had Gin, and he just smiled as he jogged to catchy up. Their class, on the other, was shocked as they watched Grimmjow kiss Ichigo's head and pull him closer. None of them knew what to think. Ishida was the first to break the silence. "Huh. Welp, never saw that one coming, now did we?" They all shook their heads as the bell rang and the teacher that had just arrived from talking to the principal herded them back into the classroom.
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