He'd waited for a good three hours before deciding to do something... rash like this. After all, Ichigo was supposed to meet him at the sakura trees and the pond. Grimmjow couldn't let another minute go to waste, since the howl was like a timer, ripping their love apart at the sound. Dressed in a blue kimono, sash white around his waist and the hood tight over his face. His predatory grin was in place as he took to the alley ways, slowly making his way to the Kurosaki home. Light blue hues stared around him as women and children were walking in the street, shopping for food and such. Again, his dislike of children was realized as one very loud little girl was screaming at her mother for something she had been refused. Grimmjow almost cringed, wanting to slap the child on the head.
Moving about the orange head sighed heavily as he walked through the market area with a bag in hand and a list in another. His father just piled him with work since the orange haired man wouldn't tell why he was limping or why he was avoiding taking a bath as a family. The only excuse he had for the bath was that they were too old for that now. Sighing he started to pass the alley with a bored look while muttering, "I'd rather be spending time with Grimmjow."
His eyes traveled around for another little while, walking toward the Kurosaki mansion before stopping for a moment. A quick blink and he started to sneak up a certain alleyway, rather unseen by anyone in the square. Grimmjow stifled a chuckle as he heard Ichigo's mutter, most likely the only one that did. "Wish granted," Grimmjow said as he grabbed the Kurosaki from behind, hand over Ichigo's mouth before taking him into the alley swiftly placing him against the wall and grinning. "Heya, berry. Wondered what happened to ya."
Being yanked into the alley had Ichigo nearly squeak but was muffled by the hand over his mouth while blinking and shuddering once he heard Grimmjow's voice. Glancing up he let out a relieved breath. "God, don't scare me like that, kitty." Lifting a hand up he ran it over the bluenette's cheek. "My dad just plopped a ton of work on me so I've been busy."
Grimmjow just chuckled shaking his head a little, a slight purr escaping him at the other's touch. He bent down and kissed him on the lips, pleased that they were together once again, in such a secluded area. "I have to admit, that was a little fun," He teased, kissing his cheek lightly before glancing down at the list as Ichigo pointed out what his father had down. Quick reflexes came in handy especially when he wanted something. The list was in his hand in a matter of seconds. "Whoa, you aren't kidding. Can you ever find this in the market?" Grimmjow asked, pointing to an odd word on the list.
Eyes widened once the list was taken, "Hey!" passed his lips then looked at the word and nodded. "Only in the Red Light District." he pointed out then slipped a hand into his kimono to pull out a blade. "That's where this comes in handy."
A quiet chuckle escaped him, shaking his head as the thought made its way to his brain. "Well, you won't need that anymore, will you?" Grimmjow said, kissing Ichigo softly on the lips once more, hands placed on the Kurosaki's hips, pulling him a little closer. "As if you need a blade when I'm here to protect you..."
Letting out a soft laugh he put the blade back and kissed Grimmjow back as he let his arms loop around the man's neck. "Mmm, true. I was taking it just in case though."
Grimmjow nodded, kissing back lightly as he stared deep into the chocolate hues that he'd love for the rest of his days. "Alright, but you won't need to, anyone that tries to harm you will find themselves without limbs," He murmured, hands pulling him tight against his own body. "How's the wound holding up?" Grimmjow asked, subconsciously rubbing the area softly.
"You're so possessive, Grimm," he chuckled, letting his hands pull down the hood just to run his fingers through the blue strands. "Hmm...it's gotten better. Just can't sleep on that side for the time being." Letting a hand dip down to lightly grip the wrist to the hand rubbing the mark.
"Perhaps I am, but I don't see how that's a bad thing. As if I'd want anything to harm my little berry..." Grimmjow said with a chuckle, kissing him deeply once more as the hood slid to the back of his neck and rest there as the fingers ran though his blue strands. His expression fell as he thought about discomfort that Ichigo was having due to his stupid instincts. He turned his head away for a moment, letting their fingers intertwine. "S-sorry..."
"It's fine," the orange head replied, smiling softly as he held onto Grimmjow's hand. "I promise to protect you as well. Until my heart stops beating."
He sighed, allowing their hands to squeeze softly before he replaced the hood. "You'll never have to, Ichigo. I'd never let your heart stop beating that wonderful sound," Grimmjow said, smirking as he led the way back onto the market street. "Where to first? You already have a pretty big bag there."
Humming the teen licked his lips then laughed before shivering and taking the list back. "Well...I need to get some of the food on this list. Like corn and all that." Readjusting the bag he shrugged. "That's the only normal part."
"Why would your dad ask for something like that though? Especially in that part of town?" Grimmjow questioned, looking around at the stands for items on the list to help Ichigo out. He never inquired why Ichigo's father had dumped all those items on him, but he felt that some part of it was his own fault.
Shrugging Ichigo glanced over at him. "My father's an idiot. So I guess he wanted it for stupid reasons - I'll take one of those - so yeah..." Taking the apple he put it into the bag.
"Heh, he's an odd ball," Grimmjow said with a shrug, watching at the gentle way Ichigo grasped the apple and placed it in the bag, paying for it almost immediately afterward. "That's kinda dirty, though."
"Eh..." The orange head sighed and shook his head while running his fingers through his hair slowly. "I just hope I don't turn out like him when I get older..." Looking over the list again he then nodded. "Red Light District now."
He smirked, squeezing his hand happily. "It doesn't matter to me, though I don't think that you will. I'd assume that he's been like that since childhood," Grimmjow said, looking up at the sky thoughtfully. "Alright, keep close then, berry." His features showed a little... excitedness. A little too eager to protect his mate.
Ichigo blushed lightly and looked to the side before letting his fingers hold on a little tight. "At least try not to look excited while we go through there. The girls there will throw themselves all over you," he growled then and gave Grimmjow a warning look, "just for either sex or money. I think it's degrading."
"Come on, they're like hobos, they need lovin' too," Grimmjow teased, noting the hold Ichigo had on his hand and changed his expression from excited and teasing to something more serious. "As if I need anything more than my berry. That's like a joke," He said, shrugging. A hybrid getting hit on by a human in itself was an odd circumstance. It wasn't like Grimmjow was going to go about doing some other human in. Why would he? "Do you know where it is?" He asked as they took a turn down the alley way and found themselves in a rather shady area.
The heavy thought of the other being serious left and smiled before looking around and then frowning deeply. "We just have to find Urahara then we can leave. He's the pervert with the green and white stripped hat."
His eyes ran down the street with rather serious eyes, looking dangerous and even caused a few people to cower away from them. Still, Grimmjow held tight to Ichigo's hand, keeping him close to his body. Luckily, the hood made him look even more menacing. "Pervert?" Grimmjow asked, still looking around.
"Yeah." Narrowing his eyes the orange head then raised a brow as he noticed a familiar hat. "Urahara!" he called, waving his hand and the man turned, grey eyes wide once he saw Ichigo and bounded over, pulling the other close and hugging tightly. "Ichi-chan! It's been so long! Why haven't you come to see me?" Flailing Ichigo had to let go of Grimmjow's hand to push the blond away with a gasp for air. "Hot damn! Are you trying to kill me?" he scolded, glaring while the blond chuckled and reached into his kimono to pull a box out. "Here's what your father requested. Tell him to come see me sometime." Snatching it away the orange haired male shoved it into the bag. "Whatever..." he grumbled, returning to holding his boyfriend's hand.
Grimmjow eyed him with narrowed eyes, frowning as he felt the other's hand slip from his own. Almost like a lion, he came close to attacking the other and roaring his disproval, but Ichigo seemed to push the other off and received the item that he needed from the man. Automatically, the signals that this guy was bad news hit him from all over. Besides the fact that he was already in the district to begin with. As soon as their hands clasped together, Grimmjow pulled him close, remembering what Ichigo had said before about him being possessive. He wouldn't deny it, especially now, but his body now covered Ichigo from view, only allowing Ichigo to look out from behind him. "Don't touch him," He growled, looking fierce and sending a few people running.
Chocolate hues widened once he was pulled back and blinked while looking up at the bluenette. The scary look however had Urahara laugh, waving his fan in their direction. "Is this your lover, Ichigo?" That question had his face go red and buried it into Grimmjow's back with a muffled, "Yes." "Ah, I see. He's so possessive. Pleased to meet you - oh!" Turning he saw a girl motion him over and looked back with a cheery wave, "Tah-tah, you two!"
His eyes never softened, as he watched the other disappear, admitting that he was pleased that Ichigo's face was buried into his back like that. Of course, this man still made him feel uneasy, for more than just his hug around Ichigo. It was like there was some other sixth sense that told him the man was bad news. He took Ichigo's hand again, holding it tightly and promptly walked through the streets without looking back; keep the girls and men at bay with just a glance. Pissed off was an understatement. "I don't like him, Ichigo. Next time, I'll deal with this myself, if you ever need to meet up with him again." It wasn't a suggestion, he promised to himself that he'd never let Ichigo find himself down there again.
Ichigo pulled his face away from the other's back and reached the hand with the bag to grab onto the fabric to Grimmjow's kimono top. "It's fine, Grimmjow, he's just an old family friend who doesn't know when to stop. I-I can take care of myself."
The blue hues softened somewhat as they reached the street on the outskirts of the street. "I don't care, Ichigo. Unless you're around your family or me, I don't want you down there," Grimmjow said, looking serious still. "I'm not trying to treat you like a child; I just don't trust him, at all."
Pouting the eldest Kurosaki sibling furrowed his brows in thought then sighed. "I don't even go there that much so it's fine." Leaning up he pressed a kiss to the covered cheek. "You still need to meet my family for real this time."
Grimmjow felt himself calm somewhat, looking down at the Kurosaki with an expression that was becoming less angry and more loving as he reached his free hand out and cupped his chin, kissing him on the lips. "Alright, it's time. You lead the way, I'll follow."
Feeling lips against his own had Ichigo shudder in pleasure while closing his eyes to kiss back, "Okay." Taking a hand into his own he lead the demi towards the house once again with a blush. "Uh...my dad might be even...odder, so ignore him."
"More odd?" Grimmjow inquired, feeling his body pulled along the sidewalk down the street. He blinked, interestedly, wondering how the man could be any more odd or strange than he already was. "What would make him act... more out of character than normal?"
"The fact that I'm...uh...asking him about how things would be if a human was mated to a hybrid and..." he stopped and scratched the back of his neck. "If they could have a happy ending."
He stopped as well, looking at him curiously as he peaked at Ichigo's face. "What'd he say, Ichigo?" Grimmjow questioned further. It would either make him more nervous or more at ease, either way, he wanted the truth.
"He said..." He stopped then licked his lips. "He said it...depended." Letting out a soft breath he looked up at the sky.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Grimmjow asked, looking uneasy as he looked out to where they were heading, the Kurosaki home.
"I don't know." he replied, looking over at the bluenette. "But we're going to have a happy one, whether fate wants it or no."
There was some silence for a while, both of them just staring into each other's eyes. Grimmjow nodded his agreement after a few minutes before kissing him deeply and suddenly. "Ichigo, we will."
Ichigo smiled softly once he was kissed suddenly and hooked his arms around the other man's neck. "I love you, I love you so much..." he whispered with a blush.
His usual grin returned, loving, needing. "Love ya back, Ichi. Forever and ever," Grimmjow said, leaning back into a long kiss, tongue sliding along the other's lips and then inside to play with Ichigo's tongue. A dominant man that automatically took the lead. "Come on, I'm still a little on edge. Let's talk to your family."
Just about to get fully entangled into the kiss the orange head blinked once the other pulled back. A slight pout formed but smiled with a blush as he then nodded. "Yeah...we do need to finish this task." Chuckling softly he then kissed Grimmjow's cheek and led him to the mansion. "Yeah, we do need to get this done."
They arrived at the steps of the house shortly, the steps seeming much larger than the last time he had walked up them, Ichigo leading him by the hand and opening the door for them to walk inside. Grimmjow still wasn't sure how his lineage would play out. Surely the father would be a little suspicious or perhaps have already found out what Ichigo had done. Not to mention that Grimmjow was one of the tribes best warriors. Scratch that. He was the best warrior that the tribe had in a century.
"Dad!" Ichigo called then glanced around to see Karin moving over with a basket full of fruit in her arms. "He'll be back in a m-" "Ichigo! My lovable son!" Letting out a groan the teen raised a hand to stop the flying kick but blinked when nothing hit his hand. "Huh?" Lowering it he looked up and saw his father looking at him with saddened eyes. "I know, Ichigo. I know exactly what this man is and honestly I was hoping I was hallucinating. But, alas, I am not. If this is what makes you happy -" Ichigo tightened his hold on Grimmjow's hand as Karin looked between her sibling and father. "It does make me happy."
It had been so quick, and Grimmjow's fear had been real. However, it had taken an odd turn for the better, Isshin seeming to have accepted their relationship as the whole. His free hand moved to the hood and slipped it over his head and let it fall onto the back of his neck. Light blue hues glanced from Ichigo and his father to the child standing there with a confused, and soon becoming surprised, expression. He gripped Ichigo's hand tighter and kept him close, though allowing the other to keep the small hug. "I apologize for keeping it from ya, Isshin," Grimmjow said softly, looking serious. The mark on his face shone white in the light penetrating the room with the dust floating inside the small cone of yellow. Karin was staring at the mark almost blankly, Grimmjow still unsure of what she was thinking. "I'll never allow harm to Ichigo, that's a promise."
Both father and daughter did, indeed, stare at the mark before Karin huffed with a blank look soon appearing on her features, "I knew it, I was right this whole time. Pay up, old man." She stared at Isshin with a dangerous look and the dark haired man sighed before handing her money then slapping Grimmjow's back. "My boy! You picked such a strong man! But I shall warn you...things will soon become difficult since this is the path you've both chosen to take." Ichigo's eyes flickered with smug intent. "I can take anything thrown at me."
Grimmjow watched as the rather amusing spectacle played out, rolling his eyes at just how easy it had been. Ichigo really had come from an interesting family, people that cared not for race and did not hate what was simply different. The slap on his back brought him back from his thought and he simply grinned, looking somewhat menacing, though that was his usual expression. "What does that mean, 'things will soon become difficult'?" He asked, raising a cautious eyebrow as if the statement was questioning his strength or that of a hybrid's need to protect its mate from any danger, even from the grave. "I can handle anything that comes, as long as I have, Ichi."
"People who despise both races," Isshin simply responded then headed off while Ichigo blushed as he heard what Grimmjow said. "You make this sound like a sappy love story," he pointed out with a snicker then poked the demi's cheek. "We'll make it through anything though, I know it."
Another roll of his eyes and he bent down, rubbing his nose against the tip of Ichigo's. "It is a love story, but 'sappy' isn't the word, berry. Your father is right though, most people won't consent to the idea that a hybrid and a human have mated," He said, saying it much like they were already engaged and married, though the mark itself was a permanent piece that, for hybrids, was marriage. "Anything that's throw at us, I can handle it, just leave everything to me."
A chuckle left his lips and smiled before leaning his head up to kiss the other's lips. "Let 'em talk, I'll kick their faces in." Setting the bag down he then wrapped his arms around the demi's waist. "Hey, share some of the problems with me too. What good would I be if I was a whiny chick who did nothing?"
"As if I'd let those beautiful hands be stained with the impurities of another man," Grimmjow scoffed, turning to him completely, feeling the hands slide between his arms and then hugging him close. "I think I see your point, still, what kinda man would I be to allow you to do anything more than that?" He cooed, resting his forehead against Ichigo's and letting their nosed touch completely, his eyes looking down into the brown hues.
Letting his eyes flutter shut as he continued to listen to the other the orange haired Kurosaki grinned in a carefree way as he then shrugged. "Still..." He let a hand move to run over Grimmjow's back. "I love you."
His arms slipped between Ichigo's, hugging him tight against his chest, resting his chin on the top of his Kurosaki's head. A small purring sound started to rumble from his chest as he whispered 'I love you' in reply. There was nothing more he'd rather be doing than standing in that room with Ichigo snug in his hold.
Smiling softly Ichigo laid his cheek against Grimmjow's chest, closing his eyes and leaned against the other with a content look on his features.
"Ichigo Kurosaki," Grimmjow murmured, hearing the words on his tongue, only wishing to say his name in full. There was an odd need to say it aloud, maybe for his own security. Once the mark had been placed on their mate, there was no longer a need for a last name. The only reason that the children had them was because their parents would tell them at a young age. Ichigo would just be Ichigo and Grimmjow would be Grimmjow.
Blinking as his whole name was said the orange head glanced up with his chocolate orbs colored with confusion. "What is it?" he asked, stopping his hands and just looking upon the bluenette.
He shook his head, saying nothing further as he just took Ichigo's hand and took him from the room and started to head up to the other's room. The hallways had been implanted in his mind; he could almost find them out of any place and all the way back to Ichigo's room.
Ichigo parted his lips to speak again but just let them close to walk along with Grimmjow as he raised a brow. Tossing a look over to the helpless bag then back with a mental shrug. Any of the family members or housekeepers would deal with it. Though once he noticed they were heading towards his room Ichigo blushed lightly.
As his thoughts progressed down their road, he squeezed Ichigo's hand a little tight as that grin returned to his features, only intensifying. The door came into view, Grimmjow keeping the same pace as they climbed up some stairs and the door slid open. In a manner of seconds, Ichigo was on the bed, door closed behind them and Grimmjow atop him. "I want to... want to show you what it's really like to have sex with me." He had to show that pain wasn't the only thing he could bring.
His eyes widened the closer they got to his door and the next thing Ichigo knew he was on his bed and heard the door be shut. "G-Grimm?" he stammered, looking up at the demi once he hovered over him and shuddered as the other brought up the word 'sex.' "W-what if someone hears us?" he asked, lifting a hand and running it through his hair with his ears turning red.
"They won't, don't worry," Grimmjow said, ignoring any reasonable thought and kissing at Ichigo's throat. His tongue running across the tender skin with pleased purring sounds. "You know... it's been a while since I've been in a hot spring bath. I'm sure that you have one in the back, don't you?" He asked, smirking into Ichigo's neck. It was an offer to skip the sex, because Ichigo did seem very apprehensive about it.
"Well there is one at the - nnn..." His arms moved to wrap around the other's neck and tilted his head to kiss the other's cheek. "...in the back inside a little tent." He then let his fingers go through the blue tresses. "...i-it's not so much as that I'm scared, you know...it's just...I don't want anyone walking in to ruin it."
Grimmjow nodded, thinking with his eyes open. His mouth still playing with the same spot on Ichigo's neck. It was amazing that the Kurosaki didn't actually have any visible hickey on him. "I agree with you, but..." He ran his finger up the edge of Ichigo shirt before deciding against it. "Let's go in together. I could use a hot bath with you in it." His smile never faded, just that huge lustful grin.
Shudders came from him as his hands trembled while letting out a soft sound. "Damn tease," he accused, letting his own hand tug at the collar to Grimmjow's top. Moving to sit up he pressed a kiss to Grimmjow's lips, as soft as a petal would if it brushed over skin.
His eyes shut slowly, letting his lips express his feelings, though he couldn't stop himself from smiling still. Their hands slid together as it continued, Ichigo finally pulling away as Grimmjow shook his head. "Not a tease, just a very quick changing mind," Grimmjow cooed back. "Come on, berry. Let's go, you have to lead again since I've never been out the back way."
Pouting Ichigo moved to stand and took hold of Grimmjow's wrist to lead him down the stairs and to the back while a housekeeper moved to the side and bowed, "Good morning, Kurosaki-san." "Morning." He then looked over at her. "I want no one going to the back today, understood?" "Yes." With that she stood and moved along while the orange head sighed and pushed the door open to the outside and a red tent was revealed, with a pool drawing that a child could do with shapes alone on the flaps. "It's in there."
He quickly replaced his hood as he noticed a woman at the door they were about to pass. Just because his family was very accepting didn't mean that the help would be. They passed by her only to draw her eyes on Grimmjow's face. She had caught a glimpse, but she didn't seem to be horrified. In fact, he wondered if she was a hybrid as well. Still, his grin only widened as they walked into the tent and Grimmjow looked around. "Nice hot tub you've got here, do you come out here often?" Immediately the thought of Ichigo naked in hot water, cleaning himself. "Come on," He said, taking Ichigo's hand and pulling him inside. "Off with the clothes, my very hot berry."
Eyes widened once he was tugged inside and blushed violently to the 'my very hot berry' comment. The steam fluttered up and Ichigo began to remove his clothing even if it was what his lover wanted. Too hot in his clothes and in the room while finally stripping down to nothing and sliding in with a relieved sigh. "Not really, just only when I need to escape."
He followed suit, slowly shrugging off his kimono and then untying the sash and finally letting the rest of it fall. Soon, his undergarments fell soon after and Grimmjow slipped into the water swimming out a little, enjoying the feeling. "I can see you needing to get out of the house every now and then. Hey... Ichi..." Grimmjow started and then shook his head, going down until the water covered his mouth. His eyes on Ichigo's abs and body.
Running his hands through his tousled strands he cocked his head back and stretched with a calm, "Aaah," passing his lips. Ichigo lowered his head to look at Grimmjow and taking in the demi's figure as his hand went down to place it over the mark and tracing it with his index. "What is it?" he prompted. A chuckle then passed his lips as how deep the other was in the water. "And here I thought the big bad kitty hated water." the orange haired man teased with a slight smirk.
Grimmjow's eyebrows furrowed at the pet name 'kitty'. Still, he wafted over to Ichigo and caught his legs with a grin, popping up a little. "Big bad Grimmjow doesn't like the cold water, but if he has warm water and an Ichigo to keep him company, then hell, he's all set," He teased, fingers playing with the mark, just as Ichigo had been. "Does it still hurt?" His eye held some shame at the other being put through an ordeal such as that, but still was happy that it had been done himself. Inside, he was afraid that Ichigo did regret it, even a little. That and he probably fearing going to bed with him.
Brown hues fell half-lidded once his legs were touched and leaned forward with a snicker. "I see. I'll have to remember that, now won't I?" Feeling a hand's finger trace the mark had a shudder run down his spine and Ichigo licked his lips before replying. "No, not really. It's kind of ticklish...I guess." Reaching down he took the hand touching the mark into his own. "But it's just...perfect." He let his head hang with a blush at admitting it. "So don't worry about it too much."
"It's hard not to worry about something like this, Ichigo," Grimmjow said, smirking at the 'ticklish' comment. There was something they could always do for fun. He'd like to hear Ichigo laugh more and more, even though the unusual smile had now become a regular occurrence was a large improvement. His fingers ran across the Kurosaki's palm and sighed contentedly. "This bath is rather soothing, though the water does mess up my hair," He commented, looking up oddly at the small strands that had broken away from the group above and fallen into his face.
Lifting his hands the orange head ran his fingers through Grimmjow's hair with a soft smile. "You look like a drenched cat," he noted, leaning down as he brushed the bangs out of the other's face to kiss his forehead. "But I'm here, so that shouldn't be a problem."
He smiled, returning the kiss by planting his lips onto the other's. "I'll never worry about drowning, eh?" Grimmjow commented, letting his fingers run down Ichigo's long thin arm and intertwining the fingers with his own when they met each other. His blue eyes bore deep into the chocolate colored hues, as if searching for a thought.
"No you won't," he assured while kissing Grimmjow back then blushing violently. Looking into the other's eyes had the orange head smiled with half-lidded eyes.
"I believe you," He said, looking up into his face before emerging from the water barely covered at the groin by the warm water. "What's going to happen now?" Grimmjow asked, smiling, though he was speaking about the future, not 'fun'.
As the other lifted himself up out of the water Ichigo had to look away with a violent blush. "Well...uh..." He then looked up at Grimmjow. "W-why don't you move in?"
Grimmjow blinked, face gone into an expressionless reverie. His thoughts moving all about in his head. "It's not an impossible idea." The idea sounded nice to him, being around a family environment instead of a homeless one. However, the howling was a large problem. It took even the exiled a while to get used to their fate with the sound pounding in their ears.
Moving to stand he moved his arms around Grimmjow's waist and nodded. "Do you want to try?" he whispered, eyes closed. He then ran his fingers along the other's back. "...please."
"Damn..." Grimmjow murmured, looking away. "When you say it like that, I'm going to feel all guilty. Yeah, sure. We can give it a try. The first few times will fail though; you do know that, don't you?" He couldn't look Ichigo in the face. "It's going to be hard on both of us."
"I...I can wait. Until you're really...you know...able to hold back on going to where you live." Leaning up he pressed a kiss to the other's cheek.
He smiled, nodding his head. "I know, but I just don't understand why it has to be so rough. After all, there's nothing there for me to go back for. Just the village and they have enough warriors..." Grimmjow said, turning his gaze back onto Ichigo.
"You can't ignore who you are," he replied with a soft exhale. "Hey, um...Grimm...c-can I ask you something?"
"Anything," Grimmjow said, truthfully staring at him. Hands still running along the other's skin while their fingers clasped together under the water's surface.
Burying his face into Grimmjow's chest before swallowing thickly. "W...why did you choose me?" he stuttered with a blush at asking such a girly question.
He blinked, quiet as he let the question soak in. Finally, and he was sure that Ichigo could hear it since his ear was pressing right against his heart, he purred, chuckling softly and wrapping his arms around Ichigo's body. "Choose you? Why wouldn't I?" Grimmjow said, simply. "I could very well ask the same thing."
"Because..." he started then lifted a hand to bite his thumb. "What I heard about hybrids was false. It was almost like that 'love at first sight' crap."
"I felt that 'love at first sight' crap too, but mine is more like imprinting, if you catch my drift," Grimmjow said. "It doesn't mean that my love is fake. I woulda loved ya whether or not you had become my mate." He said, trying to make sure Ichigo didn't think that they were forced into the relationship by fate. There was no turning back the clock anyway. Why regret what had a wonderful ending?
A soft laugh passed his lips as the bluenette spoke and reassured him that it wasn't fake. "I don't think it's fake." he chuckled, kissing the other's neck. "I know you mean what you do and say."
Grimmjow chuckled once more, "Is that all you want to know?" He asked, opening himself up. "After all, we're almost 'husbands', if you wish to count your human rituals as the real deal. Though that mark makes it official enough for me." If it would be best for Ichigo to marry through a ceremony, then the mark would be the engagement.
Ichigo looked to the side and blushed while running his fingers through his hair. "Well, yeah. I think this is easier than actually planning a wedding." Lowering his hand the orange head then licked his lips and smiles. "But that's all right now."
"Then... you're my husband," Grimmjow said. He bent down somewhat and planted a kiss on his lips. "Now and forever until death takes us both, even then in heaven shall we be together." Pale white skin wrapped around Ichigo's waist and pulled him tight against him, lovingly.
Raising a brow Ichigo then let out a soft breath before letting his eyes slide shut. "You have such ways of soothing my worries," he smiled as he kissed back. "I love you, so much."
"What good would I be if I didn't do something about your worries?" Grimmjow replied, picking him up, holding him tight round the waist. They now were face to face, Ichigo's feet hovering over the ground of the water. "There is nothing I need more than just you and me."
Brown eyes widened once he was lifted and looked up at the demi with a confused look before running his fingers through the bluenette's strands. "Glad to hear it, because I don't want you to stop loving me."
Grimmjow shook his head and chuckled. "As if that could ever even occur. You're too precious to me," He said, purring softly into the other's ear while the hand made its way through his blue locks. A kiss and then he let Ichigo down, sliding back into the surface of the water. "I need some help washing my back."
The young Kurosaki raised a brow once he heard Grimmjow mention his back needing to be washed and chuckled before grabbing hold of some soap then sliding it down his back. "Good."
He frowned; still holding that oddly sadistic smile of his while the soap ran down his back. His hands waited patiently at his side as he took in the feel of the textured soap and glanced back every so often to see Ichigo smiling at him.
Ichigo let his hands continue to roam before letting his hand lower down to his own side. "Do you really still hate water?"
"Yeah..." Grimmjow murmured, nodding his head slightly, not looking at Ichigo. "There's just something about it that annoys me..."
"Did something happen when you were younger?" he asked, pressing a kiss to the back of the man's neck.
A contented sigh escaped him before he had a chance to stifle it. "Yeah, I guess you could call it that. Funnily enough, I'm the only one in the village that doesn't like it."
Ichigo pressed his chest to the other's back. "Can you tell me?"
"'course I can. You're my mate, ain't ya?" Grimmjow said, grinning a little. "My pop always hated me, for being born and killing my mother in the process. He tried to drown me on more than one occasion." He shrugged, sighing.
"What?" he cried, eyes wide as he dropped the soap and hugged Grimmjow tightly. "You poor thing!"
As much as Grimmjow liked the hug and closeness, the sympathy was something he disliked. It wasn't horrid; at least he didn't think so. After all, knowing that his father would never be there to watch his back only meant that he had to work harder to be strong. "...thanks," Grimmjow murmured.
Pulling back Ichigo rubbed his neck nervously as he blushed violently. "S-sorry...my dad's idioticness must be rubbing off on me." Coughing then he looked to the side. "So, uh...I...I won't push this subject anymore."
"It's fine," Grimmjow said, blinking at the edge of the tent, noticing how big the hot spring actually was. "You're just... you, not your dad." He turned around slowly and tackled him in the water, holding his arms and torso under his own. "You're very sweet, Ichigo. Cute though... very cute."
Once he was tackled down the orange head's eyes widened and blushed. "Wha-what's with the change all of a sudden?" he stuttered, averting his eyes. "And I'm not 'cute.'"
Grimmjow almost laughed, "Yes you are, Ichigo. Oh, more than you know..." He leaned in and kissed at Ichigo's neck. His hands keeping him from moving away. "How about hot? Sexy? Absolutely the most beautiful thing on this Earth?" He cooed.
Ichigo tilted his head to the side to give more room while letting out a soft sound of pleasure. "Grimmjow..." he breathed, slipping his hands free and around the bluenette's neck. "Don't say those things..." Though his body trembled at the joy of hearing them.
"What? I'm not allowed to speak the truth anymore?" Grimmjow asked, smirking as he continued, moving a little to land Ichigo's back against the edge of the water where they had entered. "You're the most amazing creature on the face of this planet and in this entire universe," He said, lifting his head up and grinning at Ichigo.
"Ah, d-don't..." he panted with a flush as he soon covered himself while looking to the side. "I-it's embarrassing to hear you say that." Chocolate hues fell shut with the blush darkening.
"Too bad, you're going to be hearing a lot of it from me. You're my mate; I want to do my best to make you feel your best. And I promise I'll never lie to you, every compliment will be exactly what it is," Grimmjow stated, kissing his lips playfully.
"That's just outright cruel," he whimpered, letting his eyes open then leaning his head up to kiss the other man back, lifting a hand up to run it through the cerulean strands.
"What're you talking about? I think it's more loving than cruel," Grimmjow retorted with his cat-like smile. "You really have a thing for my hair, huh? Why's that? You've never seen a man with real blue hair before?"
"Fine, sure loving." Ichigo chuckled then raised a brow at the question and blushed while pulling his hand away. "I don't know. Maybe because...you don't complain when I do so?"
He felt the hand retract and grabbed the wrist shaking his head. "I'm not complaining. I like it, berry." Grimmjow said, pulling his hand back and behind him, forcing Ichigo forward, where he promptly landed a kiss on his lips. "Don't you ever stop doing it."
Shuddering Ichigo lifted his other hand to wrap his arm around the bluenette's neck while kissing him back with intensity. "H-hai..."
The water was still around them, neither of them moving from the kiss, not even to take a breath as they each took it in the small moments that their lips showed cracks. His lips captured Ichigo's, tongue storming into the moist mouth he loved so much.
Ichigo nearly moaned once the tongue slipped inside, curling his own tongue with the others and had his hands return to the other's hair as he moved to settle on his lap. "God, Grimm," he panted.
Grimmjow took on his weight easily, hands moving to his chest and then slowly finding their way down to Ichigo's hips, rocking them slightly. "Ah... berry..." He cooed, returning the favor by wrapping his own tongue around Ichigo's with a loving caress.
A flush came over his features, shuddering as he pressed his chest against Grimmjow's own. "Hnn...s-stop...or I'm g-gonna..." His hips bucked and groaned lightly at the action.
"Gonna?" Grimmjow beckoned, feigning ignorance. His hands massaged the thighs for a moment, continuing to allow them to grind against him. Their tongues slithered together like two snakes, passionate, lustfully; they both attacked each other's mouths.
Gasping out softly he gripped Grimmjow's shoulder and buried his face into the other's neck. "D-damn tease."
He sighed, just wrapping his arms around him further, holding his head happily against his neck. "What're you trying to say, eh?"
Snorting Ichigo shrugged and bit his lower lip lightly with soft breaths being released. "Never mind."
There they stood, Grimmjow cradling Ichigo in his arms. It was meant to be that way, no matter what anyone said. Grimmjow protecting, sheltering his lover from the fate the world called for. If there was to be hardships down the road, so be it. However, now, they must be together close and in peace.
