Chapter 7 – Pulse
Note: I don't own Bleach. It's pretty obvious by now. *sigh*
Okay, so a few complaints about Grimm being out of character. Let me justify that a bit – we are seeing his romantic and soft side here, and he hasn't really interacted with other people in this fic. I don't believe his badass nature will necessarily spill into his romantic side, and in all honesty I can imagine him how he is like in this fic. And if the fairy tale books bother you, I'm seeing that Grimm enjoys art in most of the GrimmIchi fics I've read and then some.
That aside, I do hope you are enjoying this as much as I am. Smutty awesomeness awaits!
It was something Ichigo never imagined could be possible, but when he awoke and realized that only one day remained until his and Grimmjow's one month anniversary, he found himself slowly accepting the fact - at first, he cursed himself for being so sentimental for remembering such things, but then he thought of Grimmjow and remembered everything was justified.
So Ichigo was deeply in love, and he wasn't afraid to admit it. He had finally told his family what had been going on, and surprisingly they were all delighted with the news. Somehow, Ichigo's happiness was more important than its source, which was good. Isshin had still to meet Grimmjow formally, but that's a story for another day.
Saturday was spent in its entirety to perfect the plans for the next day. Grimmjow was out of town, fighting presumably, but he would pick up Ichigo later. So Ichigo would be with Grimmjow from the moment his eyes opened till they finally closed. It was a prospect that was most inviting to Ichigo, and he burned with anticipation. Each and every aspect of his time with Grimmjow was pure bliss – when he was bothered while he prepared the food, while he and Grimm lazed about while watching TV (Stark was elated when he found out they made time to nap), and naturally, the sex.
To Ichigo's utter surprise, he never got bored or accustomed to Grimmjow's antics in the bedroom, and the feeling seemed to be mutual, seeing as the blue haired demon was relentless. Ichigo had presented Grimm with the gifts his friends had given him. The handcuffs granted Ichigo the rare opportunity to take lead, but it never lasted long, and in all earnest, Ichigo didn't want to be in charge all that much. The dildo was practically useless, as Grimmjow vowed he would never let his Berry go unsatisfied.
But that was beside the current point – anniversary plans. So thus far, Ichigo was bargaining that Grimmjow was a romantic and would fall for the lame, clichéd romantic dinner. Ichigo was completely unimaginative and he could cook, put that together and you get a candlelit homemade meal. It's what Grimmjow had been receiving the entire month, but Ichigo figured that he could cook something special and create more of a cozy mood.
What to cook, however, still evaded Ichigo and he found himself paging through countless recipe books. He only bothered with the things that seemed exotic and uncommon, but he quickly realized he had no idea of Grimmjow's taste in food. The man had always just happily devoured what Ichigo gave him, but then again, they were ingredients from his own fridge. Prawns, duck, and caviar – it all seemed to fit the romantic mood, but he wasn't sure whether Grimmjow would like that.
Asking his lover about his food tastes would spoil the surprise, not that he knew how to keep it one – he would be cooking the meal in the man's kitchen after all. Maybe if he slipped in something into a drink that would knock him out for an hour or two he could cook in secrecy. Then again, that might just backfire and make Grimmjow tired the whole night, ruining any prospect of a hot and erotic aftermath.
God, since when do I worry so much?
Grimmjow's arrival later that evening subdued all of Ichigo's rather soppy woes, and the kid was happy he could figure out all the tiny details in the morning. He had decided to take a gamble and scavenge Grimm's kitchen for romantic food, not in the mood to go and shop for rare ingredients.
It was a typical Saturday night: they got to the manly flat, Ichigo made dinner; they ate and talked idly, and finally spent the rest of the night doing what horny males do best. Honestly, Ichigo never thought he'd be a sex addict, but it was obvious Grimmjow was. The man was a raging tiger in bed, and he had Ichigo howling and dripping like a cheap, leaky supermarket geyser – a begging slave of his masterful sex.
"Hmm," Grimmjow groaned. He tightened his grip around Ichigo as the boy tried to wriggle himself out of the death grip. "You aint going nowhere."
Grimmjow nuzzled Ichigo's neck, and when the teen squirmed some more, he lashed at his neck with his tongue, forcing his lover to stay put and enjoy the probing.
"Grimm, I can't breathe," Ichigo said hoarsely after a few more moments. Grimmjow just continued to attack his neck, moving up to his ear. "Asshole!"
Ichigo used his left foot and kicked backwards, hitting Grimmjow's shin. Grimmjow released Ichigo and cupped his aching leg. Ichigo used the opportunity to get up from the bed, laughing at Grimmjow. Grimmjow gave him a glare, cursed under his breath and promptly turned around to continue his sleep. What a boy.
Ichigo would have stayed in bed if he didn't need to go to the bathroom so bad. He rushed to the toilet, barely making it in time. Grimmjow, still in bed, had a grin on his face as he lay facing the wall. His mind carefully felt the idea of being in a relationship with Ichigo, and he must admit, it felt good.
Sure, there were things he could never share with the kid, but he seemed pretty damned amazing at the moment. He heard the toilet flush and considered for a moment what he should do. Should he drag things out and pretend he forgot? Or should he just grab Ichigo and show him how happy he is?
Ichigo didn't return to the bedroom, and Grimmjow went quiet – trying to see if he could hear Ichigo. He couldn't make out anything, and gave a small grunt as he got up, grabbing his discarded underwear from the floor.
Ichigo was in the kitchen, busy brewing a pot of coffee, and was working on his mobile while he waited. Grimmjow stood in the door of the kitchen, admiring the youth's beauty. Ichigo was oblivious as he was soaked up visually, and Grimmjow studied every fine detail of his lover's perfect body.
Ichigo put down his mobile, and, still not noticing Grimmjow, threw his head back as he leaned onto the counter. He gave a sigh and smiled to himself. He seemed happy and content, and Grimmjow couldn't resist – he chuckled at Ichigo, causing the teen to flinch. Ichigo blushed as he looked at Grimmjow.
"You're damn beautiful," Grimmjow said with a kind of growl.
Ichigo gave a dismissive wave, and poured them coffee. He walked over to Grimmjow, who took the offered mug, before Ichigo leaned on his chest. Grimmjow wrapped his free arm around Ichigo's waist.
"And your damn lucky," Ichigo said.
"And why is that?" Grimmjow asked, amused.
Ichigo pulled back and looked at Grimmjow, "Why, to have me, of course!"
Grimmjow laughed and Ichigo stuck out his tongue. He wasn't quick enough, as Grimmjow caught it with his teeth. Ichigo mumbled a 'hey', but Grimmjow chuckled and sucked in the tongue into his mouth, locking his lips with the orange head's.
Grimmjow kissed Ichigo like there was no tomorrow, and when he finally pulled back they both were breathless and spread out on the sofa and coffee-less, Grimmjow pinning Ichigo down. He stared in the chocolate eyes and smiled sincerely.
"God, can't believe I'm gonna have to go without this for an entire week," he mumbled as he kissed Ichigo on the jaw.
Ichigo scowled, "Why would you?"
"I'm going away on a tournament. The Shinigami League," Grimmjow said.
"What? That sounds brutal," Ichigo gasped, just as Grimmjow bit down somewhere.
Grimmjow chuckled, "I'll survive."
Ichigo pushed against Grimmjow's chest, and he pulled up to take a quick breath. Ichigo used the opportunity to push Grimmjow to the other side, flat on his back, straddling him in the process.
"Hungry, much?" Grimmjow snickered.
"Hmm," Ichigo mumbled as kissed Grimmjow's chest. "You really gonna be able to last a week?"
"Tch, don't flatter yourself, kid," Grimmjow said as Ichigo moved downwards. "I'm not that addicted to you, yet."
Ichigo sat upright and gave Grimmjow a sly glare. "No?" Ichigo asked as he let his hand slide ever so slowly down to the top of Grimmjow's pants. He toyed with the strap a little bit, looking undecided. He let go and shrugged, "If that's the case…"
Ichigo got off of his lover, who was protesting and cursing, before he quickly got up and chased Ichigo around the room. He caught Ichigo easily, and pulled him close, crushing their lips together. "Wish you could come with me," Grimmjow said as he pulled away.
"You just want me to take care of you when you get your ass handed to you," Ichigo mused.
Grimmjow groped Ichigo's butt, "I'd much rather have this one."
"Then what you waiting for?" Ichigo dared.
Grimmjow's eyes widened for a second at the challenge, before he pushed Ichigo against the wall, yet again establishing his dominance. Ichigo broke away from kissing the man's mouth, and he slid down slowly as he moved downwards with his mouth. He reached Grimmjow's naval, and swirled his tongue around it, while tugging at the stupid jock his lover was wearing.
He freed Grimmjow's sex from its confines, and slid his mouth over it, causing the blue haired man to moan involuntarily from the pleasure. Ichigo sucked on the blazing tool, balancing himself in the process. Grimmjow was leaning against the wall with his head, both his hands clutching locks of the orange hair and holding Ichigo's head in place.
He moved in rhythm with Ichigo's head, effectively fucking his mouth. The thought only made Grimmjow wilder, and he felt himself approach that sweet state. It was what he wanted, but he also wanted things to last. He pried Ichigo from his cock, and brought the kid to his face and kissed him deeply. Ignoring the taste of himself on the cherry lips, he ravaged Ichigo's mouth, sending the kid into a moaning frenzy.
Grimmjow found himself dry humping his lover, and realized he was getting somewhat anxious to feel the, how did he phrase it again, tightness of Ichigo. He dragged Ichigo all along the wall, never missing a kiss or a chance to rub himself on the boy. He managed to kick his underwear off that had finally dropped from his knees to the floor, and Ichigo was busy removing his own strand of clothing.
The dragging ordeal was interrupted as they moved past the bathroom door, and they stuttered inside accidentally. Momentarily confused, they resumed the struggle for heavenly sweet pleasure. Through all the mindboggling intensity of the foreplay, Grimmjow had managed to remember, and even reach to, the bottle of lubrication he kept in the mirrored cabinet.
Ichigo eyed the outstretch hand as it fumbled to get a grip on the small bottle, and groaned in anticipation, thanking any god that might exist that the lube was there. Grimmjow finally grabbed the bottle, and pushed Ichigo against the wall, causing the boy to let out a light huff.
The two of them slid slowly to the floor, tangled erotically into a divine mess of awesomeness. Ichigo lapped at Grimmjow collarbone as the man focused on opening the bottle, his impatience working against itself recursively. Ichigo was in a catch twenty two – Grimmjow tasted so good, but he also wanted to feel him inside.
Grimmjow slid his slippery fingers underneath Ichigo and entered him without warning. He snaked his two fingers deeper inside, making sure to lube up Ichigo good – he was planning on being ruthless. Ichigo wanted it, after all. He deliberately avoided Ichigo's twitch switch, even though the teen tried to squirm so that Grimmjow would touch it.
Ichigo continued to devour Grimmjow at his neck and shoulders, and when the fingers inside him were pulled out, he almost squealed in excitement, but instead let out a loud moan. Grimmjow positioned himself so that he was aligned with Ichigo's hole, and the new position made Ichigo shift down on his own, causing the entrance to be a surprise for both of them. Ichigo's wish came true as Grimmjow started pumping into him, while he still had easy access to Grimmjow's entire upper body.
The sounds escaping the sex were exotic and obvious: sweaty bodies slapping with moans and grunts interspersed in between, echoing in the bathroom. Time stood still as they succumbed to the sinful and surreal delight of the passion. When their orgasms arrived, they both admitted their gratitude with eloquence, uttering obscenities to describe the pure feelings inside.
"Fuck me," Ichigo said as he leaned his head against Grimmjow's gleaming chest, matting his hair against it and catching his breath.
"Yeah," Grimmjow breathed hoarsely. "Fuck you."
What lurked beyond those blue eyes? Ichigo was puzzled beyond belief. For starters, Grimmjow's tournament victory was promptly removed from the list of topics they discussed, the man arguing that it wasn't important enough to talk about in his time with Ichigo.
But yet, now Ichigo found him questioning the man's abilities as he lay in front of him, stretched out on the sofa. Grimmjow had just returned from yet another fight, and from what Ichigo could tell, it was supposed to be a minor fight.
It's been three weeks since their one month anniversary, and Ichigo was looking forward to the end of their second month together, but now he was a bit unsure. If the fight was as minor as Grimmjow said it was, and he was as good as Ichigo knew he was, why was he lying in front of him, covered in bruises that took on the sickly forms of pipes; long, purple marks over Grimmjow's stomach, chest and legs?
Grimmjow was given a special cream to apply to the wounds, some had even caused his skin to tear and bleed. Being the concerned lover he was, and given his experience in his father's clinic, Ichigo demanded that he apply the cream and tend to Grimmjow's 'fight' wounds.
"Grimm," Ichigo whispered.
Grimmjow's eyes fluttered open and focused on the orange head, "Yeah?"
"These wounds are not from a fight," Ichigo said hesitantly.
"Of course they are," Grimmjow said as he closed his eyes again. "I was there when I received them."
Ichigo's brow furrowed as he resumed treating one particular nasty bruise on Grimmjow's abdomen. Grimmjow winced a bit, but eased out as Ichigo worked a bit gentler. Ichigo wasn't sure what to do about it – believe Grimmjow, or believe himself? Ichigo had seen quite a few bruises in his life, on patients and on himself, and never did normal, hand-to-hand combat damage look like this.
From what Ichigo had gathered, using weapons in fights were illegal. Maybe Grimmjow had been mugged, and he was just too proud to admit it. Which was understandable – his first act he did to Ichigo was save him. How would it look if he couldn't even save himself?
"You can tell me," Ichigo said. "Really."
Grimmjow yanked open one eye to stare at Ichigo. "It was from the fight. Really."
The reassuring smile he gave Ichigo helped, and Ichigo accepted that he was just a bit paranoid, and shifted his thoughts to his next worry. "For how long you gonna be out of action?"
"You that needy?" Grimmjow chuckled.
"Don't be ridiculous," Ichigo retorted, but Grimmjow didn't seem to take it seriously, and after a while of smiling amusedly at Ichigo, he admitted with a blush, "Yes."
Grimmjow grinned at the boy, "Give me two days. Tonight and tomorrow night."
Ichigo nodded and resumed in caring for his lover.
To Ichigo's utter dismay, it was a very painful, long two days. It was worse than the entire week Grimmjow was away; with Grimmjow's physical presence causing Ichigo's libido to remain sky high. He had managed to blow his lover several times, but the careful manner of it all didn't appeal to him.
But he found himself being fucked out of existence on the third night. He was sure that Grimmjow's wounds ached still, but the man seemed just as desperate as he was to get things going, and when they finally did, it was vicious. All the worries that Ichigo had brooded over the last two days were shunned aside, and his mind only contained one thing – Grimmjow. Grimmjow. Grimmjow. His train of thoughts was utterly and perfectly fixated on the man and only the man.
His dreams beyond was empty, as his conscience seemed to be, unable to think about anything in life he could want more than what he had right then. That fleeting thought alone was enough to send his pulse racing, shredding all control he might still have had, and he had no choice but to surrender to the pleasure.
A/N: So how was it? Huh? Huh? Haha, just joking. The beginnings of angsty Ichigo? Who knew he could think so much? So this chapter has it all! Humor, romance, some story, and … what am I forgetting? Hmmm… what more could be in a GrimmIchi fic? Fuck, this is a hard one. So hard. Lemme suck on the thought for a minute. Nah, shit, I dunno. Fuck.
*Ctrl+S, then Alt+F4, then continues with another gay story* Justin Bieber for president!
