AnimeWriterTycoonGirl: Hello again everyone! I trust you all enjoyed a relaxing holiday break? Well, I promised a GrimmIchi chapter and here it is! But I want to first take a second to thank all of those who gave me great ideas to prolong the story. The big plot line will take effect maybe two or three chapters after this. Also, to sweeten the deal, I'm going to try and make sure the chapters are a lot longer. More sweet and sexy times will be provided. Don't worry; the sex will come…but who goes down first is still a mystery to even me. *winks*
Grimmjow: *Cough* Us! *Cough*
Shiro: *Sneezes* ShiOrra! *Coughs*
Ichigo and Ulquiorra: "…"
AWTG: Mou, you two are so needy. I'LL decide this thank you very much. That being said, Shiro, you already got to kiss your man upon the first day you met him as well as get him to try out a relationship with you the very next day. I need to let Grimmy get his smooth moves on too.
Ichigo: …I'm not going to have fun in this chapter am I?
AWTG: Oh you will; you two are going to have a long, physical relationship. That I can promise. Today's chapter is no exception either.
G: Good, I like the sound of that.
AWTG: Enough guys; the story needs to start.
Today's Warnings will include: Swearing, Intimate Moments, Hilarity, Intro to Naughtiness, and Fluffy fluff, fluff (points to anyone who can get the joke)
Disclaimer: I own not the Mortal Combat game.
Amoris Oppositi part XI
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Ichigo awoke shortly after seven ten, feeling completely refreshed and relaxed. He almost stayed in the bed a little longer, mourning its comfort before he even left it. It was beyond a doubt more comfortable than the bed he had at home. But a bed was a bed was a bed, and everyone had to get out of one at some point during the day. He turned somewhat languidly towards his (nearly) identical twin.
Shiro was snoring softly, sprawled out over his side of the bed. 'Well, that settles it; Shiro is definitely a mover in his sleep.' He thought to himself, rather amused as his brother's arm twitched randomly in his sleep. "Hey, Shiro, it's seven in the morning; time to get up." He said softly while rubbing his brother's back in hopes of rousing him from his sleep. The poor albino boy, fatigued from his two hours deprived sleep unbeknownst to his twin, whined and swatted his brother's hand away. "Shiro, this is not our house! You cannot sleep in the whole day; that's incredibly rude!" he hissed, his rubbing turning into pokes. Again, the albino teen merely let out a moan and rolled away from his twin. Ichigo sighed in agitation. "Fine, sleep for another hour, but after that I'm shoving your ass out of the bed." He threatened. He received silence as his answer.
Rolling his eyes at his lazy brother's antics he gathered some clothes and bathroom supplies and decided to take a shower. Once he was out of the door, he decided it would only be polite to ask Ulquiorra if his shower was available, as the male was heading in his direction already. Sure, he could ask if it was alright to use Grimmjow's bathroom too, but after that little display in the hallway yesterday, with Grimmjow dripping wet and looking so sinfully gorgeous…well, he didn't feel comfortable with using the same shower as the exotically beautiful man.
"Ah, good morning Ichigo-san, I trust you had a restful night's sleep?" Ulquiorra asked, ever the graceful host. Ichigo bowed his head respectfully to the smaller teen. He noticed Ulquiorra had pulled his hair back into a small bun. He was probably feeling more comfortable in his own home again now that Shiro and he were more acquainted with them in order to dress so casually.
"Good morning Ulquiorra-san. Thank you very much for inviting us into your home, I can't remember the last time I slept so soundly." He responded politely. Ulquiorra offered him a soft smile in return. Ichigo liked Ulquiorra; he was a shy and unusual person, but very intelligent and kind behind his said shyness. He really hoped Shiro and Ulquiorra would be able to finally get along better. "Ah, before you head off to wherever you were going, would it be alright if I used your shower?" he asked. Ulquiorra tilted his head and frowned slightly in confusion, which looked absolutely adorable to the orangette.
"I do not understand; I was under the impression we both gave you access to nearly every room on this floor outside of our bedrooms. Was that not represented properly?" he asked, apprehension showing in his large green eyes. Ichigo blushed sheepishly; he had sort of forgotten about that but he didn't want to look disrespectful in front of the man who invited them back here in the first place.
"I know but…..I don't feel comfortable simply walking around in someone's bathroom like it's my own. It seems somewhat rude." He saved himself by blurting out this response. Ulquiorra nodded in understanding before letting out a quiet chuckle.
"I admire your respect for privacy; perhaps you should pass these traits to your brother." He offered. At the deadpanned look he received Ulquiorra continued. "Earlier this morning, he walked into the bathroom without knocking. I had just finished showering myself." He explained, much to Ichigo's horror.
"He did what?! That little brat! I've warned him about not knocking!" he seethed. He bowed his head to the Aizen heir. "Accept my apology in place of my moronic brother's foolishness." He asked, looking back up only to see mirth in Ulquiorra's normally expressionless face.
"You needn't apologize on his behalf. In fact, he himself extended an apology promptly after I said similar words about his behavior." He replied, nonchalantly. Ichigo snickered. "I'm afraid I must take my leave; I need to awaken my sister and brother in order to assure they will be presentable for breakfast. Grimmjow should be ready to escort both of you to the morning room by time you are done with your shower. I do hope you and I may come together later today to discuss bioengineering." He offered softly, not really meeting the other's eyes.
Ichigo grinned; sounded like a pretty awesome day was in store for him. "Thanks Ulquiorra-san, I'll see you in twenty minutes." He stated, before heading to the bathroom on the left. He swore he heard Ulquiorra mutter something about twenty minutes, but he wasn't going to dwell on that for too long. 'Breakfast huh? Guess I really have to wake Shiro up now.' He thought in the middle of washing his hair. 'I guess now I know why he was so tired; it must have taken him forever to go back to sleep after probably scaring both Ulquiorra and himself doing a stunt like that. Huh….' He mused, before turning off the water and quickly drying off his hair. He wasn't dressed up like he was yesterday, instead he wore a tight black t-shirt and boot cut jeans. Now that he was fully outfitted he headed out of the bathroom and directly into the guestroom, not even warning his brother when he flipped him out of the bed with an ungraceful 'oomph'.
"Aww…..King! I was havin' a really nice dream!" he whined, before clothes were thrown in his face. He scowled as Ichigo looked at him with a smug expression. "Yer gonna get it one day I swear ya will." He muttered darkly as he stripped right there. Ichigo rolled his eyes and gave his brother a moment of privacy in order to change his underwear before turning back to him to speak.
"Sorry to ruin your pipedream, but it's time to come back to the real world. Ulquiorra just told me breakfast would be ready in a few minutes so you needed to wake up. It's rude to sleep in at someone else's house. Speaking of which…..he told me about earlier this morning." He frowned, causing his brother to stare at him sheepishly. "I've warned you about knocking Shiro." He scolded, before gathering up both his and Shiro's used clothes and placing them in the spare bag left for dirty clothes.
"I told em I was sorry. We talked it out an' he's not mad at me anymore." Shiro stated calmly, which in itself was weird. Normally he'd try to defend himself or deny the blame in the first place. Was his baby twin finally growing up? Weird…Ichigo thought.
"Well that's all fine and well, but you can't procrastinate. Grimmjow's supposed to walk us down. Nel might be there too." He warned. Shiro snickered.
"Ya sure it's Nel yer worried about aibou?" he sang as he wiggled into his graphic tee. Only Shiro would actually be like those American wannabes who like wearing those strange shirts that boldly advertise themselves.* Ichigo flushed, but refused to acknowledge what his brother was implying. "Aw, come on King! Ya know ya find him hot~!" he sang, his voice getting louder. Ichigo's eye twitched as he slammed a pillow into his brother's face.
"Moron." He spat out, his face still bright red. "Why did I even bother waking you?" he asked rhetorically as he stormed out of the room…..
….only to smack right into Grimmjow.
Both teens stumbled in surprise from the contact, not from actual injury towards either party. Whereas Ichigo recovered quickly and tried to quickly apologize, the blush surely staining his face by now, Grimmjow merely yawned and blinked several times before he realized he didn't bump into one of the walls (as he normally did when Ulquiorra literally forced him out of bed on the weekends). He tuned in to Ichigo's flustered state, immediately perked up, and smirked.
"Oi, oi…..if you wanted to give me a good morning hug all you needed to do was ask." He teased. He watched with barely concealed humor as the vivid red from his face drained into white before turning normal again. Ichigo huffed and shoved past him, muttering a quick and curt good morning before leaning against the wall to wait for his brother. "Aw…..now don't be like that. We have all day to…..play with each other." He leered, leaning closer to the smaller teen. He was rewarded with that pretty blush once again as the orangette tried to look everywhere but into his eyes.
Shiro cackled as he stepped out of the room. Boy, if King didn't look all hot an' bothered now…not that it was his problem or tugging at his heartstrings. Nope, not him. Didn't bother him at all. His laughter broke the two uniquely colored teens out of their one sided staring contest and Grimmjow begrudgingly pulled away from the wall. "Are ta two of ya done…playin' yet?" he teased, causing a round of laughter from Grimmjow and a death glare from his brother. "Ohhh, such a passionate stare aniki." Shiro remarked cheerfully, all traces of sleep gone. Ichigo would have growled but he wasn't going to stoop to their level.
Grimmjow smirked; today was definitely going to be fun. "Alright, enough fooling around; Ulquiorra will have my ass if I bring you down late." He turned sharply and headed to the stairs, not even waiting to see if they were following.
"Uhh….isn't your sister supposed to be with you?" Ichigo asked. Grimmjow shook his head, not even pausing for a second to consider the sentence.
"Nah, Ulquiorra already woke her up and brought her down. She's not the one who needs babysitting." He taunted, riling up Shiro instantly.
"Oi! She lives here dammit! That ain't the same!" he snapped. Grimmjow cackled at the irritated duo, but didn't press the matter further; they were almost there and it wouldn't do to fight so god damn early in the morning. The morning room was actually right behind the massive staircase, and it DEFINITELY wouldn't sit well if his brother saw them arguing already. It was already a strained relationship between him and Shiro as it was….he would need to keep his goddamn mouth shut during breakfast if he didn't want Ulquiorra's wrath on his ass.
Both twins paused in their argument with the elder turquoise haired male when they entered the room. It was stunning; the walls were an off white with cream details, the fourth wall behind the table (mahogany once again) was completely made up of glass, showing a garden of sorts that appeared to surround the mansion from the inside. The table was decorated with pastel greens and blues for the table cloth and the chairs were cushioned with similar coloring patterns. Ulquiorra was indeed already there, trying desperately to get his baby sister to sit still and away from the steaming hot food.
The food itself was mouthwatering in appearance alone and from the smells guaranteed to taste just as heavenly. There was everything a person could ever want for breakfast; oatmeal, pastries, fruits, eggs, and meats/fish of different styles and variety, heaps of rice and choices of tea and coffee waiting to be poured. They even had natto**, one of Ichigo's favorite breakfast foods he rarely enjoyed (as four of the six in his family disliked it). Ichigo felt a growl coming from his stomach and clenched his stomach muscles tight, not wanting to give off how hungry he actually was.
Nel was the first to notice them and squealed happily as she launched herself out of her brother's arms and into Shiro's gut. To the albino male's credit, he caught her before he felt onto his ass with an ungraceful 'oomph' of pain (his stomach was still tender from Ulquiorra and Grimmjow two days before). "Yay! The twinth are here! We canth eat now!" she cheered; much to the amusement of three of the men (two guesses who wasn't and the first doesn't count). Ulquiorra sighed in frustration before removing the giggling child from the smirking albino male on the floor, his eyes showing his apology.
"You certainly arrived at a most opportune time; any longer and I fear she might have devoured the table." He responded dryly as he placed her in her seat, finally allowing her to happily pick what she wanted to eat and put on her place. Ichigo snorted as he took a seat next to the raven haired teen.
"Sorry. Took Shiro forever to wake up." He teased much to the younger twin's indignation as said twin reluctantly took a spot next to Grimmjow and Nel. The orangette ignored him and happily took a helping of natto and added it to his breakfast rice once the morning prayer was done. Grimmjow wrinkled his nose.
"You actually like that stuff?" he asked, the disgust clear on his face, lowering his fork full of meat. Shiro showed a similar expression; though he should have expected his elder brother would go right for the natto once he saw it. Ichigo pouted slightly, a sight to behold.
"Why do so many people dis natto? It's really good." He insisted, before adding eggs, fruit, and sausage to his plate. In doing so, he missed the looks of lust from Grimmjow and his brother, who quickly averted his gaze when Ulquiorra looked his way. "Ulquiorra, you like it too?" he noticed as the teen reached for the natto spoon as soon as he put it down. The ravenette nodded shyly, causing the orangette to grin.
Grimmjow huffed; his brother would find a kindred spirit in gross food wouldn't he? Still, as he quietly ate his meal while the others chatted about, he noticed Ulquiorra looked more…..happy. Which said a lot to begin with; Ulquiorra very rarely showed expressions in front of people he didn't know too well. Their nutjob of a dad might have finally pulled through with this last 'arranged meeting' and hopefully this would be the last, at least for Ulquiorra.
He wasn't blind; Ulquiorra really seemed to be putting in the effort to at least communicate with Shiro. He hadn't insulted his graphic tee (something Ulquiorra claimed was worn by those who only sought attention and trouble) or even attempted to talk down to him. Hell, he pulled his hair back; something he normally only did when he was studying or fully comfortable. And something else…..Ulquiorra was doing something else different but he couldn't put his finger on it…..
"Ne, Ulqui-nii, you're not talking tho funny no more!" Nel stated bluntly before she went back to shoveling sliced bananas into her mouth. Ulquiorra paused in the lecture he was giving to Shiro about how intellectually stimulating a proper breakfast was and looked at his younger sister in surprise.
Ah, so that was it. He was so used to Ulquiorra's overly proper form of speech that he didn't even notice that he was subtly lessening it to something most humans would be able to understand. Ironic how their speech impeded sister was the one to notice the change huh? Ulquiorra blushed at his raised eyebrow, seeming embarrassed. He grinned; these two were good for his brother if they were able to make such an impression on him. However, they needed to be good for him as well. This was his house too, after all. His eyes zeroed in on Ichigo, currently laughing at Nel for shoving natto into Shiro's mouth. He allowed himself to join the laughter at Shiro's horrified expression as he tried to quickly drown out the taste with coffee.
Shiro seemed like an excellent sparring partner. Initially he seemed weak given his albinism but proved himself different yesterday after the thorough ass beating the kid gave him (the brat fucking bit him!). He's also been somehow getting his shy, extremely low self-esteemed brother to open up more, something he's failed at for years, in the past three days alone. Shiro had his blessing as an older brother to be Ulquiorra's first, well…anything really. Friend, lover, whatever the hell he wanted Shiro to be.
However, when it came to Ichigo…..Grimmjow wants that sexy orangette in his bed within the end of the weekend. The redhead is the whole goddamn package; sexy, strong, stubborn, and fuck if he wasn't interesting. He was also good for Ulquiorra as a friend, but Grimmjow definitely wanted him as a lover. Somehow he knew that feisty Kurosaki elder would be just as fierce in bed as he was in personality. The thought along was making his pants tighten just shy of uncomfortable. He wasn't doing much talking right now, which was fine as the other two were more than making up for it. While the twins were distracted though he figured he could continue his weekend morning routine….after he got rid of a, ahem, considerable problem.
Ichigo was brought out of his conversation with the smallest of the Aizen family when Grimmjow got up and excused himself. He frowned; considering how the azure haired male was in the last two days, he was being very quiet. His suspicions were dissolved, however, when Ulquiorra assured them Grimmjow does not talk much at breakfast and that this was normal.
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Later, after Shiro and he had thanked Ulquiorra for breakfast, Ichigo decided to go find Grimmjow and suggest playing video games. Hey, the guy might be a pervert, but he was still a member of this household. Nel actually was the one to point out where the turquoise man could be. She said he took his training rather serious, and did it every morning after breakfast on the weekends. That in mind, Ichigo headed back up to the fifth floor towards Grimmjow's personal training room. He knocked to be polite.
"What?" Grimmjow's voice sounded a little strained, and irritation was creeping into it. Ichigo frowned; the bastard didn't have to act so damn rude! He knocked at least!
"It's me. I was wondering if I could come in and wait for you to finish up before playing video games." He said calmly. There was a pause from inside the door. Just as Ichigo was beginning to get fed up he heard the man grunt a 'come in' and let himself inside.
Once inside, he promptly started laughing.
Grimmjow scowled at the hysterical teen as he finished his bow pose and stretched purposefully before standing up to properly glare at the teen. "Is there something funny about a guy doing yoga?" he asked, the tone in his voice promising pain. Ichigo tried to suppress his laughter, but at seeing the tall, muscular man in tight black yoga pants he promptly fell back into a fit of giggles that actually caused him to fall to the floor. Grimmjow's eye twitched.
"…..I'm….I'm so-so-sorry!" Ichigo tried, giggles breaking out every other word. "I just…..never took you for the type to…." He burst out laughing again, clutching his sides as tears pooled in his eyes. If it were about anything else, Grimmjow wouldn't have cared, but this pissed him off royally. He snarled and yanked the snickering boy off the floor.
"Is that a problem Ichigo? Do you think I'm any less able to kick your ass because of it?" he snapped, pressing the boy into the wall. Ichigo tried to calm down, biting his lip as he looked anywhere but down, not even noticing how close Grimmjow's body was to his. The elder man groaned; Ichigo looked adorable biting his lip and blushing red from how hard he'd been laughing. He couldn't kick his ass now…not when he looked this fucking cute. "Look, my ma taught me how to do this when Ulquiorra and I were kids so just drop it." He mumbled and released the boy, inwardly mourning the sensation of that small tight body against his own.
Ichigo blinked; all hilarity gone. Aizen's wife taught both of her sons yoga? Grimmjow probably hated it, especially as a young boy who could probably only think of it as a girl's activity. But his mother was gone now…..so it was probably one of the few ways he could still feel close to her now that she was gone. Shit, now he felt bad about laughing at him. Grimmjow ignored him and resumed doing a few more stretches. "So, do both of you do this?" Ichigo asked softly, taking a place on the floor to wait like he promised.
Grimmjow was sort of surprised that he wasn't poking fun at him longer, but then again he probably realized how important the bond between him and his mother had been. "Yeah, Ulquiorra's way better at it than I am, so I'm in here every morning to train. We want to be able to teach Nel once she's grown a little more." He explained. Ichigo nodded in understanding.
"I'm sorry…..I just…I can't believe you as a child would have actually liked doing this." He admitted, a small sheepish smile creeping onto his face. Grimmjow let out a bark of laughter as he maintained a bridge pose.
"No shit! The only reason I did it the first time was because ma made me, and Ulquiorra didn't want to do it alone. After the first few times I found out I actually liked it. It's pretty relaxing despite how painful it can look." He admitted. Ichigo grinned. "I was thirteen and Ulquiorra was twelve. She was probably just diagnosed but didn't tell us yet." He stated a faraway glaze coming to his eyes. He came out of his pose and did a simple sit and breathing exercise to signify it was over. Normally he did yoga for an hour, but since Ichigo was just done talking and watching him he didn't feel like fifteen minutes would make much of a difference.
"You done already?" Ichigo asked, trying to mask his disappointment. Maybe perverted behavior was rubbing off on him, whether it was from his brother or Grimmjow, but he really wanted to continue watching him contour his body more, pretending it was contorting for a very different reason. He had to fight off the blush he knew was creeping on his cheeks.
He knew in the fat chance that Grimmjow coax him into his bed successfully he would be the bitch. There was simply no way around it. But it would sure be nice to be considered the dominant for once. He was pretty sure Shiro only allowed him to tell him what to do since he was elder, but only by thirty seconds. He was brought out of his self-inflicted pity party when he heard the elder man chuckle.
Grimmjow did NOT normally invite people in and let them watch him do his morning exercise. He knew damn well they would have Ichigo's initial reaction and he would be pissed off too much to continue. He had let the elder twin in, in hopes that he would be more understanding than most. He had been wrong, but the boy sobered up quickly after he told him his mother got him into it. So it was no surprised Ichigo would find himself turned on by the idea of just how…..flexible Grimmjow could possibly be.
"Heh, don't sound so eager Ichigo." He partially teased, partially warned. He almost had half a mind to give Ichigo an extra show, but knew he wouldn't be able to contain himself if the boy showed even the slightest of sexual interest. His smirk widened at the prominent blush on the other teen's face. "I've been doing this ever since I left breakfast. An hour a day is all I need to do. If you'd like later I could…." He crawled closer to the bright red faced teen currently pressed against the wall. "….teach you a few moves." He whispered huskily, before standing up and heading to his room to change into something more comfortable.
Ichigo was left there, bright red, speechless and well….hard. Damn that bastard, he actually turned him on with just his voice! Fuck video games, he was going to avoid the perverted bluenette for the rest of the day! As he came to his senses he jumped up and nearly (again) slammed into the smug heir's chest. Thank god he didn't; he was not in the mood for memorizing every hard inch of his body….fuck he's so screwed.
Grimmjow was dressed in a pair of dark jeans that hung low on his hips and a loose black shirt with an insignia of a panther on it. Ichigo had to wonder why the older man was so interested in panthers but that would be a question for when he wasn't both turned on and pissed off by the gorgeous man. Grimmjow raised his eyebrow when Ichigo started looking over his shoulder. "What's the matter? Aren't we going down to play video games?" he asked calmly, knowing damn well Ichigo was uncomfortable beyond belief; the proof was very prominent….ahem….downstairs. Ichigo gulped when the larger man wrapped his hand around his wrist and smiled brightly. "Don't worry Ichigo it's not embarrassing to say you don't remember how to get there, I'll just show you the way again." He remarked innocently enough as he tugged the mortified teen down the stairs with him.
Ichigo tried to remove his grip gently, no dice. "Act…actually I changed my mind. I wanted to ask Ulquiorra a few more questions about his project." He lied, looking anywhere but at the imposing elder teen. Damn it; that was a shitty excuse and even he knew it, let alone what Grimmjow probably thought of it.
Grimmjow wasn't even annoyed that his new acquaintance was trying to blown him off; rather he was amused by the antics. It made the challenge of bedding him even more interesting. Nothing was more arousing than a game of hard to get. He made an effort to pout slightly. "Eh? But you two talked about it for hours yesterday. Shiro probably wants to spend a little time with him anyways, so why don't we spend a little quality time together alone as well?" he asked, stressing the word alone a little stronger if Ichigo's hearing hadn't mistaken him. Without waiting for a response he pulled the half struggling teen into the game room. He closed the door and leaned against it, effectively blocking Ichigo's only exit. "So? You still change your mind?" he asked as though it were perfectly normal to lock someone into his game room.
Ichigo almost felt terrified; this guy was way too persistent. This time, there was no Shiro to help him out of the awkward situation. But if he let the bastard get his way he'd never hear the end of it from the smug asshole. So he let a smile stretch across his face. Grimmjow wanted to play dirty? Fine, he was just as capable. "Nah, I guess I was just too damn embarrassed about not remembering the way. Sorry about that." He drawled. Grimmjow felt a thrill of excitement at the slow smile appearing on the orangette's face but didn't show it, instead turning around and bending over to rummage through the various disks he had in the large bin he kept them in (much to Ulquiorra's chagrin, as it was hardly organized in his opinion).
"So what do you feel like playing? Trust me when I say we have nearly every game out there." He offered, not seeing Ichigo walk up to him. He stiffened when the feisty redhead briefly brushed his fingertips alongside his spine, seemingly on 'accident'. Ichigo crouched down next to him, apparently oblivious to the sensual caress he just gave the elder man. Grimmjow's hands twitched, desperately yearning to return the favor and more.
"Wow, you do have a lot of games….wait, is that Mortal Combat? I love this game!" Ichigo's amber eyes brightened with excitement. "You up for a little bloodshed?" he asked innocently. Grimmjow smirked.
"You're not going to win against me." He warned, snatching the game out of Ichigo's hands and pulling out the proper game console to begin. Ichigo grinned cheekily at the jibe; Grimmjow was in for it because he wasn't kidding when he said he loved the game. He was beginning to feel a bet was in order. He placed a hand over Grimmjow's before he could actually start up the machine, trying to ignore the spark that ran up his spine when he did so, not realizing Grimmjow had the same reaction.
"I bet I will." He taunted, pushing the start button himself before grabbing a controller and falling back into one of the comfortable couches and crossing his legs, a picture of confidence. "I bet I'll beat you three out of five times." He added; a devilish smirk spread wide upon his face. Grimmjow's own smirk was just as hellish as he sat next to the teen, interested in this new side of the elder Kurosaki twin.
"Oh yeah? What's your wager?" he purred, leaning close. Ichigo showed no sign of intimidation and it sent more thrills up his spine. He didn't even know what he would get if he won but he already planned on winning at all costs against this sexy new side of Ichigo.
Ichigo knew he was going to end up eating his own words if he actually lost, so he decided on two different rewards that would suit both of them evenly. "If I win, you teach me a few yoga moves." He stated, relishing in the visible shiver he saw go through Grimmjow's frame. It suited both of them; he gets to see what's so fun about it as well as tease Grimmjow with his own techniques. "And if you win….." he hummed in mock thought. Well, there was one thing he was somewhat curious about so…
"I'll let you kiss me."
Grimmjow's eyes widened in shock and his heart throbbed in excitement at the prospect of being given a golden chance to further coax the teen into his bed. Ichigo must be really confident in his gaming ability to offer up such a prize, especially given how pissed off he was when the teal haired man groped him the other day. Already his hands were itching to feel that firm ass again. His face morphed into a feral grin as he clutched the other's hand in a bound by word contract. "You better pucker up then Berry." He taunted, loving the flash of anger that went through those tawny eyes and the blush that appeared briefly across his cheeks.
"Tch, you're going to regret calling me that Blueberry." He shot back. Grimmjow's eye twitched to Ichigo's delight; it wasn't as fun getting a nickname back now was it? After that he promptly ignored all eye contact with the other male (very wise; the elder teen was giving him a chilling glare). He had a bet to win.
…..
They had been playing for hours. It had to be. They ended up several times in a tie (simultaneously killing each other) or running out of time, which only fueled either male even further to win. So far Grimmjow had two wins and Ichigo had one. But in this round Ichigo was clearly showing signs of a victory. Grimmjow gnashed his teeth; he was so damn close to winning the bet that he could quite nearly taste those delectable lips that taunted him.
Ichigo huffed in frustration when the time limit started to get close. They had to have played at least twenty rounds, he wanted this damn contest to end, with him winning of course. God, all this groaning and cursing had made him mouth dry, but if he tried to ask for water now Grimmjow would surely try and trick him into forfeiting. A bright idea came to mind and he sighed loudly, making sure Grimmjow was peeking at him from the corner of his eye. Deliberately he swiped his tongue across his lower lip, making sure it was nice and wet before rubbing his top lip across it, effectively wetting his lips. Grimmjow's hands froze for only a second, but that was all it took.
Grimmjow swore harshly as his character was decapitated, Ichigo letting out a whoop of joy. 'That sneaky son of bitch!' he inwardly seethed when Ichigo flashed him a smug grin. Fuck, now the odds were fifty-fifty. He won either way; seeing Ichigo try to do a warrior three pose would be hilarious and sexy if he wore the same type of yoga pants he did. But dammit all he really wanted to kiss that snarky asshole. "Feh, don't laugh yet Berry the games aren't over yet." He shot back, but even being called by his dreaded nickname could not deter the younger teen.
By now Grimmjow was incredibly antsy; he wanted that reward so damn badly. He did everything he could to win, but Ichigo blocked his attempts with ease, taunting his desperation with his smug look and another lip tease. That didn't trick him this time, and it gave him an idea of his own. Without warning he jabbed his elbow into the other's side, causing him to fall off the couch and lose the game. He scowled dangerously from his spot on the floor, ignoring the blaring letters on the screen signifying he lost.
"You cheating bastard!" Ichigo snapped. Grimmjow threw back his head and laughed, he had won and there had been no rules saying he couldn't cheat; hell Ichigo did it before he did. Ichigo knew this too, so he couldn't take back the bet. "Fuckin' hell, I might have distracted you but I didn't cause you pain in the process." He complained, rubbing his poor side in vain as it throbbed in agreement to his words. Grimmjow helped him up gently, though his face revealed his amusement.
"Tch, you think so don't you?" he muttered, his voice deepened in lust. Ichigo ignored the shivers that went down his back at that rough tone and raised his eyebrow in confusion. "You caused me a hell of a lot of pain this morning and from that little stunt of yours….especially right here." He emphasized his point by grabbing the startled orangette's hand and placing it right on his crotch. The reaction was instantaneous and outright amusing (to Grimmjow anyway).
Ichigo's face blossomed into a cherry red and tensed in horror. Admiring the man's physique was one thing, but having his hand actually pressed up against Grimmjow's manhood was quite another. The worst part was that it already felt like it was hard, and it definitely did not feel like it was lacking in the size department either. He squeaked and tried to pull his hand away, only causing it to slightly graze the bulge in front of him and allow Grimmjow to let out a low moan.
"Ya see? You've caused me to be like this ever since breakfast this morning." He revealed huskily, forcing Ichigo's hand onto his crotch further to add more of that delicious friction. He was probably going to have to stop soon; if Ichigo's face got any redder he'd probably pass out.
"You-you-you sick son of a bitch! I said nothing about putting our hands on one another!" he stammered, but wisely did not move his hand to deny Grimmjow that movement he yearned for. Grimmjow wasn't put off; instead he chuckled and merely moved both of their hands (much to Ichigo's relief) on the couch cushion behind him. He leaned into Ichigo's ear.
"Ya didn't say I couldn't either now did you?" he smirked. Before Ichigo could protest or sputter out some other nonsense, he pulled back just slightly and drove his tongue straight into Ichigo's mouth.
It was pure bliss for both of them.
Ichigo's protest died in his throat as those surprisingly soft lips encased his own. He could taste coffee on Grimmjow's tongue. He could feel the Aizen heir's tongue map out every crevice; caressing his own tongue, trailing across his teeth, and swirling some sort of design on the roof of his mouth. His eyes fell closed as he tangled one hand into the bluenette's hair (incredibly soft!) and the other into his black T-shirt and reciprocated the kiss.
Grimmjow could become addicted to the taste of Ichigo. Luckily the last thing he ate had not been that disgusting natto, but rather something mint and chocolate, and as well as that there was a unique taste that appeared to be purely Ichigo. He would have smirked when he felt a hand tug at his hair but as he was currently preoccupied, he would definitely settle with kissing the orangette harder. Carefully he lowered the younger teen into the couch until he was pressed against Ichigo's body fully. Experimentally he rocked his hips, waiting for a reaction while deepening the kiss. Ichigo moaned into his kiss and gripped his hair harder. He pulled back briefly to allow them both some air, grinned wickedly, and resumed kissing him with more ardor. One of his hands trailed down the orangette's face, teased over his chest, and all the way down to his hips. When he tried to unbutton Ichigo's jeans, however, an unfavorable reaction occurred.
Ichigo was enjoying the kiss immensely; he's never received such a passionate kiss before, not that he had much experience to begin with, and he couldn't help the moan that slipped out of his throat when Grimmjow rocked his hard body against his own, rubbing their erections together. He was enjoying himself immensely until he felt Grimmjow try to undo his jeans. It was due to a knee-jerk reaction to defend his virginity that he forced his leg up and kneed the elder teen in the stomach….again.
Grimmjow grunted in pain as the force of Ichigo's kick forced him off the teen and onto the floor. This time, at least it wasn't his stomach that was in too much pain, but now both his ass and cock were sore as hell. Fuck, this guy was going to give him blue balls wasn't it? He whined quietly to himself as he glowered at the redhead, or tried to anyways. Ichigo actually looked guilty this time for causing him pain, and with his disheveled hair, soft blush, bruised lips, and rumpled outfit he looked positively adorable. However, he was quite capable of putting two plus two together and groaned loudly.
"Don't tell me…..you're still a virgin aren't you?" he asked, rubbing his back slightly. Thank god the room had carpet. At the heavier flush upon Ichigo's face he sighed. "That explains a lot." He muttered before pulling himself off the floor. When the redheaded teen tried to avoid eye contact he grasped his chin. "Oi, don't you try to avoid me know." He warned with a smile on his face. "I ain't a monster; I'm not going to try and force you if you don't want to. But next time, please just tell me to stop or shove me away. I'm sick of finding new bruises." He joked lightly.
Ichigo glowered at him for a moment before a small smile graced his pretty face. He enjoyed the kiss, but he knew he wasn't ready for something heavier than that yet and was grateful Grimmjow at least understood that he didn't want to be forced into it. "Sorry, it really was a gut reaction. I've been fighting off perverts ever since I turned fifteen. It's hard to get comfortable with someone without thinking all they want is another notch on their bedpost." He gave a brief hard look, indicating to Grimmjow how he assumed he was just like the rest. Grimmjow shrugged on the outside and cringed on the inside, knowing the nail had been hit on the head.
"You can't really blame those type of people though; you and Shiro are pretty damn hot." He reasoned. At the suspicious glance he received he held his hands up in surrender. "Hey, he's literally a black and white copy of you. I don't deny he's attractive but I couldn't see myself with him as anything but a sparring partner or friend. We're too much alike." He explained. Ichigo shuddered as it was true; they both loved fighting, they were dirty perverts, and they had similar temperaments as revealed in the short time they have come to know each other. "I know I might seem like another asshole who wants you in his bed. I do, by the way." Grimmjow stated. There was no point in lying; he knew he wanted that ass ever since he laid eyes on Ichigo. "However, I generally respect my father and brother, and they want us to make nice and try out this…..relationship crap. I know you probably think I'm the last guy you'd want to consider spending the rest of your life with." He began, only to be cut off by a snort from his acquaintance. He merely gave him an exasperated look. "Oi, I don't know if I want to spend the rest of my life with a hot headed brat who punches me in the gut whenever I do something he doesn't like." He shot back, wiping that grin off Ichigo's face, much to his own amusement. "But just because we all got off on a rocky start doesn't mean we can't try to wait it out and see what happens next." He finished.
Ichigo blinked, surprised. "You actually want to try and work this out?" he repeated slowly. Grimmjow shrugged before going through the process of shutting the game down. "Why? We're nothing but middle class nobodies. Surely there's people out there better suited for the lifestyle you and Ulquiorra live?" he retorted. The bluenette chuckled.
"Ichigo, you don't know Ulquiorra like I do; he's way happier with the two of you than he ever was around 'people of our lifestyle' I assure you." He emphasized with quotes. "I don't personally care for that many people myself. You two are good for him. I won't cry if it doesn't work between us personally as long as Ulquiorra actually has some friends of his own. And even then, what's the worst that can happen? If you and I don't work out, you could go back to your old life and never have to see me again….but I'd still expect you to stick around for Ulquiorra so I doubt that would happen." He smiled. Ichigo sighed; damn he was persistent.
"You really do care about your brother over yourself don't you?" Ichigo asked, beginning to rearrange his outfit and hair into its proper form. Grimmjow was sad to see his tousled appearance disappear. He smiled sadly, and leaned back into the chair.
"Of course I do. If anyone in this world needs to know just how important and appreciated they are, it's Ulquiorra. It's my fault he's such a loner; I scared off most people who came near him. I'm pretty I told you that already but there's more; I'm the reason he believes he's supposed to be the perfect son." He confessed, looking up at the ceiling. He could feel Ichigo's confused gaze on him. "When we were little, not long after he found out he was only my half-brother, I played an awful joke on him. I told him since he was only half Aizen, he'd have to work twice as hard to please our dad." He sighed. "I didn't think he'd actually take it to heart. He ignored a lot of opportunities to make friends because he was too busy studying or taking lessons in order to try and make our dad proud. I was so upset that he took it seriously that I never actually got around to telling him it was just a joke."
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Ichigo cut in, anger burning in his eyes. All this time, he assumed Ulquiorra had been acting the way he did because he was ashamed of his condition. Grimmjow said nothing. "That's not a joke you asshole! He was just a little kid! A kid who just learned he was illegitimate, and you go and tell him something like that?!" he spat out.
"Why do you think I'm pushing for Shiro and him to spend so much time together? I want him to be happy. I fucked up, okay? I know what I did. And I did it only because of some stupid fight we had before we found out, I don't even remember what it was about after all this time. These damn….meetings that dad arranged weren't for me, they were mostly for him." He glared, not truly looking at anything. "I want Ulquiorra to be happy, but I had my doubts about having a total stranger being paired up with him when he has such poor social skills. So I insisted on the double date shit. I ain't that bad a person!" he snapped his eyes to the stunned redhead.
Ichigo looked at the elder Aizen heir in pity. "You must be truly desperate to fix your mistakes if you are willing to disclose all of this to a guy you met two days ago." He stated quietly. This time Grimmjow avoided his gaze, ignoring the burning sensation in his eyes. He hasn't cried since his mother's death. He wasn't going to now. "I can't what you did was okay Grimmjow, but it's honorable that you are trying to make up for it by being there for your younger brother along the way. Besides, I had no intentions of abandoning either of you. It's too much fun to be with both of you! Although you might have to wait a little longer for the next kiss." he responded cheekily.
Grimmjow laughed briefly before hopping off of the couch with a large smirk on his face that didn't reach his eyes for quite some time. Before the redhead could blink, the bluenette was right in front of him with his chin held gently in his hand, eyes bright once again and full of mischief. "I ain't much for waiting Ichigo. You'll learn that quick." He whispered before catching his lips once again, albeit in a much softer, shorter fashion with less tongue, though passion was certainly not diminished. He pulled away to see the heavy flush on the other's face and he smirked.
Oh yes, he could get addicted to that taste.
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AWTG: Whew! I managed to get this out pretty darn fast for me. I hope you peoples are happy; I sacrificed sleep, SLEEP, for this!
U: I assure you most of your fans will be honored that you considered them over your own health.
I: …..Is that supposed to be a joke? *sweatdrops*
AWTG: Anyhoooooo, I have two things that were encased in asterisks (*) that I want to get to first.
The first *: Most countries outside of America generally do not wear shirts with company logos on them, as I have witnessed when travelling in Europe. It's generally a big red flashing sign that you are a tourist. That's not to say locals don't wear graphic tees, it's just not very common. That's lesson number one!
The second **: Natto is a common Japanese breakfast food. It's also known as fermented soy beans. I have been told they have a strong, robust flavor and are usually eaten over rice. Personally I wouldn't touch that stuff with a fifty foot pole but Ichigo and Ulquiorra seem like the type to enjoy it. By the way, of the six people in the Kurosaki family, only Yuzu and Ichigo like the stuff (at least in my story) if anyone was curious.
G: I'm pretty sure people didn't come here for Japanese mannerism lessons.
AWTG: Yes, yes I am aware they come for you guys. But they will have to wait a little while for the next chapter while I make a special bonus one shot for miss Panda Master X, who alerted me to the strange glitch that occurred with chapter ten!
S: Ehhh? Can't it wait? *pouts*
AWTG: No, and in fact, I was sure you'd want it done the most. It's a GrimmXIchiXShiro story and it will be a taste of what kind of smut I can come up with. Consider it a teaser for what smexy time will look like in this story.
S: 3 ME LIKES!
AWTG: Alright everyone, I'll see ya when I see ya!