Warning: Shonen-ai. Yaoi. Swearing. GrimmIchi. Suggestions of Orihime/Rangiku, Yoruichi/Soi Fon, and Tatsuki/Chizuru.
Disclaimer: In my dreams.
Summary: Grimmjow is new and Ichigo started late. What will occur between these two oddballs? Why, love, of course!
I am incredibly sorry for such a late chapter! I could only type this in small increments at a time, as my computer privileges were suspended. Other couples and more mentions of Gotei captains shall come up soon! Again, as an apology, those of you who read my other chapter story, 'Ups and Downs,' a new chapter of that shall be posted as well. Thank you, and enjoy!
They'd done it. An entire two weeks without an incident. They cut it damn close, nearly getting caught a number of times, but no one knew. Yet. They had come to an agreement that Ichigo could tell a friend. It was argued later that that friend was part of a couple, so the other would find out eventually, so why not just tell them both? Needless to say, Grimmjow can't deny his little Berry. Especially when he kisses like that. But, not today. Today would be a normal day; they would go to their first and second periods, split for third, meet up and go to gym together, then lunch, split again for two periods, then spend their last period together.
It was third period, and Ichigo let his mind wander. They were learning about Shakespeare. Boring. He already read all his plays and all but six of his sonnets, plus most of his poems. He let his imagination explore the corners of his mind, stringing together a short poem. It wasn't very good, but Grimmjow liked it when he recited poetry. He remembered the first time Grimmjow had admitted to it. Who knew he was such a big softy? But, of course, even Ichigo was surprised at his lover's, cuddly, even gentle manner when it came to such things. Who would have thought that the old rough-and-tumble Grimmjow Jaegerjaques was such a hopeless romantic?
Still, Ichigo enjoyed it. Neither of the two really cared about dates or Valentine's day or White day, but their time together was always filled with sentiments and cuddling. Of course, they maintained appearances in public. Not touching but for a punch on the arm or a shove to the shoulder. Their scowls were permanent, as was their bickering. They looked like nothing more than they always had, just friends.
"Kurosaki-kun!" Ichigo was startled out of him musings, and turned his eyes away from the window to look at his teacher.
"Yes, Ukitake-sensei?" he asked.
"Name the play in which the character 'Bottom the donkey' was featured."
"A Mid-Summer Night's Dream." Said Ichigo, with a little flick of his wrist. Ukitake eyed him for a moment before coughing into his handkerchief.
"What style of poetry is named after him?"
"Shakespearian Sonnet."
"Name three plays."
"Romeo and Juliet, Hamlet, and King Lear."
"Very good. Name a poem."
"Blow, Blow Thou Winter Wind." Ukitake was silent for a moment before smiling brightly. "Very good, Kurosaki-kun. You may resume staring out the window." He heard a few giggles emanating from a few girls in the back of the class, and settled for deepening his scowl slightly. But, in spite of himself, the corners of his mouth lifted ever so slightly, and he knew Ukitake didn't miss it. He rested his cheek in his palm and tilted his chin back to the window.
He liked Ukitake. But what he didn't like was the rumors surrounding the two of them. Everyone in their right mind knew that Ukitake was, in fact, not trying to get in his pants. But he was perfectly happy with his frequent substitute, Shunsui Kyoraku. Those few who aren't in their right mind, however, can't go one class period, without making some kind of remark. Ichigo sighed heavily and shook his head. People are retards.
"Alright, listen up!" the hushed rumors died as Ukitake recited their lengthy homework list. Fifteen chapters! That's crazy!
"But, Ukitake-sensei, that's insane!" Some student with glasses announced from the back of the room.
"Yes, well, if you could be more mature, and actually take the time to realize that I am not, in fact, trying to get in Kurosaki-kun's pants, and it is a simple friendship, the sooner you will not have to read fifteen chapters a night until you finish all of mister Shakespeare's plays, or the year ends. Whichever is first. I will have no more of these silly rumors in my classroom! If I hear one more whisper, this is what the year shall be like! Do I make myself clear?" Ukitake crossed his arms over his chest, looking a great deal sterner that anyone thought possible. A chorus of "Yes, Ukitake-sensei!" answered his question for him.
Grimmjow's blue eyes darted around the empty locker room before he placed his hands on Ichigo's bare hips, pressing against his back. A teal head dropped onto a lightly tanned shoulder, and Ichigo whispered, "Grimm?" his question went unanswered.
Grimmjow trailed his hands to Ichigo's stomach, holding on to him tighter. Ichigo leaned his head on Grimmjow's, orange and teal clashing brilliantly, and dropped the forgotten shirt in his hands onto the bench behind them. He turned around in the snug embrace, wrapping the fingers of one hand around
Grimmjow's neck, and brushed their lips together. He pressed in again, slightly harder this time, before pulling away. "Grimm, we should go."
Giving Ichigo one final squeeze, he finally let the strawberry go, freeing Ichigo to slip his shirt over his head. They left the locker room, heading toward their roll-call numbers. Standing in the single file lines their sensei demanded. They bowed when she made her appearance. "Good morning!" She said loudly, hands clasped behind her back.
"Good morning, Soi Fon-sensei!" They shouted in unison. She nodded curtly, showing her approval.
"Warm-ups! Go!" She commanded. The students dropped to the ground in a blur of grey and white, setting up for the grueling warm-up routine she assigned them. It consisted of push-ups, sit-ups, the sit-and-reach, crunches, and standing on one foot for at least a minute. She stretched her students to their physical limits, then demand they go farther. When you are physically fit, she explained, you shall be able to do this with ease. One student in the first week of school was stupid enough to say that no one can do this, not even her. She barked at him to 'shut his fucking mouth,' and proceeded to do the exercises in less than three minutes, without even breaking a sweat. This performance was answered by slack-jawed stares.
There were only three people who could do it off the bat: Kurosaki Ichigo-when he actually arrived at the school-, Grimmjow Jaegerjaques, and Arisawa Tatsuki. The area was filled with heavy panting, and by the time the last student had finished, most were ready to call a quits. Of course, there was no chance of that happening. They proceeded to the track, running the…strongly recommended ten laps. And, just like the warm-ups, the only ones who finished with ease were Ichigo, Grimmjow, and Tatsuki.
Boredom set in lightly as they walked around the track. The last student crossed the finish mark, and Soi Fon began to shout new instructions for their next activity.
"Soi Fon!" Someone hollered. Everyone turned around to see a tall, dark-skinned woman waving, her voice jovial. Soi Fon grinned. What's Yoruichi-san doing here…?
"Iii-chiii-gooo!" Ichigo ducked quickly, sending Keigo flying into the wall. The brown-haired boy hopped up a moment later. "Ichigo! You're so mean! You never hang out with us anymore! Come on, man! Let's go eat together!" He insisted, tugging at Ichigo's arm. Ichigo grunted, and flung his elbow up, catching Keigo under the chin.
Ichigo turned around, caught Grimmjow's eye discreetly, and left the classroom. Grimmjow finished packing his things, following Ichigo a minute later-as not to arouse suspicion. Keigo was left alone, on the floor.
"Come on, Asano-san! I'm going to leave without you." The short, black-haired boy just walked out the door, flipping open his cellular phone, not even a backward glance.
"I told you not to call me that, Mizuiro!" he sprung up quickly, chasing after the other. "Don't you think it's weird, though?" Keigo added in a stage whisper.
"What's weird, Asano-san?" Mizuiro's eyes never left his phone.
"That Grimmjow guy!" he exclaimed, waving his arms. "Ever since Ichigo came back they've been up to something!"
"You're imagining things, Asano-san." Keigo muttered dejectedly to himself before fervently announcing that he was off to follow Ichigo and find out what it was he was up to, mark his words. Mizuiro simply waved him off and set out to buy lunch.
Ichigo sighed. He nuzzled further into Grimmjow's neck, tightening his hold on the black t-shirt. Grimmjow held him securely, face buried in the orange hair. He always felt like this when this time of the year rolled around. Aki was taking its leave, fuyo steadily moving in. Up until now, he had never had anyone to take the razor-edge off this feeling of loneliness. And now, sitting here with Ichigo, all he could do was be thankful, the loneliness left behind. He clutched Ichigo tighter to him, eyes screwed shut, murmuring promises of never letting go.
Ichigo looked up, and Grimmjow's eyes opened slowly. Ichigo's lips fluttered up his chin, and reached his lips. They laid themselves there softly. Grimmjow ran blunt fingernails down Ichigo's spine, and pressed in closer. Lips parted willingly under familiar touches, and arms slowly wound around necks and waists. Ichigo leaned forward, pressing Grimmjow's back to the cool pavement of the roof. The kiss grew more eager as tongues readily explored each other's mouths.
Keigo skulked about, dancing theatrically on his tippy-toes. He walked the stairs to the roof, and opened the door, nearly hitting himself with it. He heard a breathy sigh and an intelligible whisper. Where's it coming from? Behind this? He heard it again, a little louder this time. Definitely. He plastered his back against the wall, palms splayed, sliding over its surface. Keigo crept silently, barely lifting his feet. He peeked around the corner, and saw shoes. Jackpot! He disappeared around the corner again and pumped his fist in the air. He stuck his head around the corner again, farther this time. His eyes widened, and he slapped a hand over his mouth.
With a mortified look on his face, he turned and ran to the other side of the roof top. He arrived out of breath, standing on the edge of his circle of friends. He shouted, waving his arms, "Hey, you gotta-! I mean come on-! Behind the thing-!"
"Asano. Shut-up. Breathe. Then speak," Ishida said lowly, eyes not leaving his sandwich. After several over exaggerated deep breaths, Keigo pointed to the shed covering the stairs. "It's Ichigo!" Orihime looked up. "Did something happen to Kurosaki-kun?" She asked quietly. Rangiku placed an arm around her waist. "No! I can't-! Just come on and look!" He was hopping hysterically now. Tatsuki, who had
been silent until now, left her place by Chizuru, walked calmly over to Keigo, and promptly punched him on the side of the head. "Just shut your fucking mouth, and show us what you're talking about."
"Tatsuki! You're soo mean!" He whined. She raised a foot in warning. Keigo squeaked and jumped up. "Uh, right, if you'll just, uhm, follow me…?" He looked at Tatsuki. Ishida rolled his eyes and stood, along with everyone else. Walking backwards, Keigo put a finger to his lips in a shush gesture, and walked to the stair entrance on his toes. He put a finger to his lips again, and motioned for everyone to look around the corner.
Grimmjow rolled them over, settling himself between Ichigo's legs. Ichigo brought his knees up to hug Grimmjow's waist. He lifted his hips, only the layers of denim separating the much desired skin-to-skin contact. Grimmjow's hands fit onto Ichigo's lower back as he flipped them over again. His breath hitched as Ichigo scorched his skin with touches and gentle kisses. Ichigo smirked. He moved his mouth up Grimmjow's neck, and to his chin. He sucked and bit, bursting the blood vessels and creating a rather large, dark purple mark. He licked the mark apologetically and touched his lips tenderly to Grimmjow's. Said person's tongue poked out past his lips, meeting Ichigo's. Outside of mouths, tongues twined around each other, and hands sought their partners.
Lips connected again, and their tongues slowed. Breathing deeply through his nose Ichigo reached up and tangled his fingers in Grimmjow's hair. He gasped loudly and clutched tighter to Ichigo.
"Kurosaki-kun!" they stopped, and slid their eyes open. Ichigo detangled his lips and tongue from Grimmjow's, and sat up. He looked into the faces of his bewildered friends, and said, "Yea, Inoue?"
Omake:
Moi: *Down on her knees begging fervently* I'm so sorry everyone! I can't believe it took me so long for this chapter! And I'm still not very happy with it; it's so rushed. I also apologize for the cliff-hanger.
Urahara: *Pats her back comfortingly* Aww, there, there. It's alright. I think you did a wonderful job.
Moi: *Sniffles* R-really?
Urahara: Would I lie to you? pulls her into his chest and hugs her
Moi: *Swoons and whispers* yay!
Owari/