I don't own Bleach or it's characters. Hello all! Well, spoilers! This chapter promises nosebleeds. I was told by my beta that I should put out a warning. So you have been warned! Do enjoy!
Chapter Twelve: Unexpected Things
Grimmjow flew around the kitchen, completely in his element. He nearly had everything ready and was expecting Ichigo at any moment. He was dicing fresh vegetables for the salad when he heard Ichigo come through the door. His heart beat a little faster when Ichigo stepped into the kitchen.
Ichigo took in the ebony stained oak table set for two, utter surprise painting his handsome features.
Grimmjow grinned.
"Hope yer hungry, kid. I don't cook often, but when I do I make enough ta feed a small army."
Ichigo was flabbergasted. He had no idea when he agreed to dinner tonight that it would be made by Grimmjow.
"I didn't know that you could cook. You did all this for me?" Ichigo asked, moving up to the counter. He leaned his elbows on the granite and watched as Grimmjow deftly chopped tomatoes and peppers without even watching his hands. His confidence with a knife was amazing. Ichigo had to admit that a man who could cook was pretty sexy. Grimmjow's eyes were on his and dancing with mirth.
"Imma jack of all trades. Ya'd be surprised at the unexpected things I can do."
Ichigo smirked back at Grimmjow, not missing the innuendo hidden in the words.
"Well, can I help with anything? I'm pretty useless in the kitchen but I'm a good student, I'll catch on."
"Nah," Grimmjow said, placing his knife in the sink, "just go ahead and sit down. If ya really want ta later, ya can put the dishes in the dishwasher. I'm not a fan of sharin' my kitchen anyways."
Ichigo laughed and took a seat the table. Everything smelled so good. He watched Grimmjow plate their food with four star chef skill. When his plate was placed in front of him, it looked too pretty to even eat. Grimmjow had made coconut chicken Caribbean style with steamed white rice. Ichigo's mouth watered as Grimmjow sat across from him and pushed a bowl of salad toward him.
"Where did you learn how to do all of this? Come on Grimmjow, this plate looks like it should be on the front of a food magazine!"
"I grew up wit' privilege. I wasn't adept at learnin' music, and while I could draw I never was a fan of paintin'; being athletic wasn't good enough for my uncle. So I learned ta cook, it was somethin' that just came easy ta me."
Ichigo tried what was on his plate while Grimmjow spoke, and his eyes widened when the mix of sweet and spicy tangoed across his tongue. His eyes widened appreciatively as he chewed.
"This is really good, Grimmjow! I can't believe you went through all this for me."
Grimmjow tried not preen under Ichigo's praise, but his ego wasn't one that was easily tamed. He sat a little straighter and his ever present grin grew wider.
"Well, it's a gift that benefits me too, so I guess ya could say I did it for selfish reasons."
Ichigo raised a brow as he reached for salad dressing.
"You think you are getting in my pants just because you made me dinner?"
"Well, I didn't make a dessert cuz' I was plannin' on havin' you, so yeah, I'm pretty damn confident," Grimmjow replied.
Ichigo laughed and shook his head, crunching on his salad. Nothing with Grimmjow was predictable except his wit.
They ate in a comfortable silence for a while, and then Grimmjow popped the question that Ichigo was dreading.
"So how was work?" Grimmjow asked.
"Well, it started off as a pretty routine day. I was pretty busy, tending to the normal emergencies. A baby with a double ear infection, a few patients with the flu, a boy with a sprained wrist. I even got to deal with an elderly gentleman with an extremely bad case of hemorrhoids."
Grimmjow made a disgusted face at Ichigo, who smirked.
"But at least I got to have a lunch break today, for once we weren't so busy that I could be spared 30 minutes to myself. I even had a salad, but it wasn't as good as yours."
Ichigo took a really big bite of salad and while he chewed, he debated whether or not to tell Grimmjow about what transpired at lunch. They weren't officially a couple, so Grimmjow couldn't possibly be mad, right? What if he did get mad? Would he be right? Did Ichigo want him to be mad about the situation?
Grimmjow arched a brow and leaned back in his chair while he chewed, and Ichigo realized he was taking too long with his inner debate.
"My lunch was interrupted, however, by someone who I hadn't seen in a long time. It wasn't a pleasant or wanted visit."
Grimmjow had a feeling he knew where this was going. After all, Blondie warned him about Ichigo's ex. Grimmjow figured if this guy was on Blondie's bad side, he had to be a real piece of shit. Grimmjow himself might not always have been a man of high moral stature, but he had rules he played by. That was why Grimmjow didn't do relationships. And here he was, trying to break all his rules. He stood up and began clearing his dishes.
"So who was it?" Grimmjow asked nonchalantly.
"My ex, Renji. He just showed up at my job, after sending me flowers that morning. I thought they were from you."
Grimmjow's eyes cut sharply over to Ichigo, who was nervously gathering his dishes and not looking at Grimmjow. Would Ichigo like flowers? It never occurred to him to send a guy flowers. He probably wouldn't anyway since this chump already did it. Grimmjow knew he could be more creative than that basic shit.
"So what did he want? Weird of him to show up at yer job, isn't it?"
Grimmjow took the dishes from Ichigo and took measured steps over to the sink. It took every ounce of control to not throw them down into the stainless basin and enjoy the symphony of shattered glass. He could feel the tendrils of jealousy curling around in his chest.
"It was weird, but he told me he'd been looking for me at some of our old hang outs. Shinji and I actually seen him at a restaurant a few days ago as we were leaving, but I didn't think he'd be seeking me out. After what he did, I thought he knew to stay away from me forever."
"Sounds serious," Grimmjow commented, "what did he want?"
Ichigo rolled his eyes.
"To apologize."
Grimmjow's heart sank in his chest.
"Ah, so he wants ya back?"
"Maybe so, but it's not going to happen no matter what he does. Flowers and sweet talk do not work on me."
"Hm, but there's more to it than that, right? Ya can't be mad at a guy for tryin' to put somethin' right he did wrong."
Ichigo stared at Grimmjow for a moment. How did he know? He supposed he underestimated Grimmjow's powers of perception.
"He kissed me."
For a second that seemed like eternity, Grimmjow's vision swam, everything turning red. The blood in his veins thundered in his ears. If he wasn't jealous before, he definitely was now. But technically, Ichigo wasn't his so he couldn't be mad, right? They agreed to keep things loose, but that wasn't what Grimmjow wanted anymore if he was being truly honest with himself. This was a situation he needed to remedy right away. He wanted to be the front runner in Ichigo's mind, in his heart.
Ichigo nervously approached Grimmjow in silence. Grimmjow still had his back to him, looking out the window over the sink. Ichigo could see the muscles in his back and shoulders were tense, and when he was standing next to Grimmjow he could see how hard his hands gripped the edge of the counter; his knuckles were white. Ichigo tried to swallow the lump in his throat that was growing larger with every second of silence that ticked by.
Suddenly, Grimmjow spun on him and Ichigo's body tensed by instinct, ready to defend himself. Grimmjow's eyes burned with an intensity that made his heart slam in his chest and he backed up, trying to put some space in between their bodies. Grimmjow wasn't having that, he just silently advanced forward until Ichigo's back met with opposite kitchen counter. Grimmjow caged him in and his eyes bore into Ichigo's.
"So you are sure ya don't want to be with this guy?" Grimmjow asked, his voice rough with some unidentified emotion.
"No," Ichigo stressed.
Grimmjow searched his eyes one last time and could not find anything in them that seemed dishonest. Ichigo was staring straight back and Grimmjow could almost feel his willpower to bare everything to him and hide nothing. That settled it for Grimmjow, and he felt his control snap.
"Good," he growled.
Before Ichigo knew what was happening, Grimmjow's full weight pinned him in place and a strong hand gripped his jaw, bringing their mouths together in a frenzied kiss. Ichigo's hands flew to Grimmjow's back, clutching his t-shirt for dear life as Grimmjow made quick work of complete domination of his mouth. Ichigo barely had time to suck in air as Grimmjow's tongue invaded every crevice of his mouth, his jaw held in place firmly by Grimmjow's hand.
Grimmjow was determined that he was going to erase every trace of Renji's kiss from Ichigo's lips. He knew he could never complete erase Renji from Ichigo's memory, but he sure as hell could make him a distant and faded memory that was hard to recall. That was exactly what he wanted to accomplish. He continued to assault Ichigo's mouth, every whimper and gasp from Ichigo fueling the fire that was burning within him.
Grimmjow tore himself away from Ichigo's mouth, his hand sliding into Ichigo's tresses. Grimmjow got a firm grasp on the orange silk at the roots and yanked his head back, exposing Ichigo's throat. Grimmjow used his teeth and tongue to nip and soothe an angry red trail from just under Ichigo's ear lobe down across the sensitive skin of his throat.
Every nip sent chills down Ichigo's spine as he panted, sucking in much needed air into his burning lungs. He didn't know what was happening. He was drowning in sensation and he couldn't bring himself to give a fuck if Grimmjow killed him with it. His hands stole under Grimmjow's shirt and scrambled across the broadness of his back.
And then Grimmjow bit him; absolutely sunk his teeth hard into his collarbone. Fire like Ichigo never felt ignited across his skin and sent Ichigo reeling. He cried out in pleasure and his nails sunk deep into Grimmjow's back reflexively. He pressed himself into Grimmjow as hard as he could, extremely grateful for the counter behind him holding him up; without it, he'd have collapsed.
Ichigo's nails split Grimmjow's skin open but he couldn't bring himself to care. It was worth the pain and bloodshed for the reaction he got. He pressed his hips against Ichigo's and released his hold on Ichigo's collarbone, pleased to see purple beginning to blossom around his teeth marks. He maneuvered Ichigo's head so that he was looking into Ichigo's face as they ground against each other. Ichigo was having a hard time keeping his eyes open as the onslaught of pleasure crashed over him in heady waves.
Grimmjow stilled his hips against his body's desire to dry hump himself to completion. Ichigo whimpered and tried to push back, too caught up in pleasure to control his actions anymore. Grimmjow smirked deviously at his handiwork, proud of how quick he could reduce Ichigo into a puddle at his feet. He released Ichigo's hair and went to work removing Ichigo's pants and boxer briefs.
Ichigo gasped as Grimmjow practically ripped his clothes off, the fabric scraping his skin as it was shed from his body. He felt relieved to have the confinement of his pants gone, certain he was harder than he'd ever been in his life. Grimmjow tossed his pants away and looked him square in the face.
"Up on the counter, now!" Grimmjow demanded gruffly.
Ichigo shuddered as heat blazed through him at the command. Grimmjow's voice made it clear he was not to be disobeyed. His hands found the edge of the counter and he summoned the strength to hoist himself up onto the countertop, watching Grimmjow search for something in the cupboard.
Grimmjow retrieved a bottle of olive oil and returned to Ichigo, making sure he could see the bottle and let him presume what was going to happen next. Grimmjow poured the oil over two of his fingers slowly, watching Ichigo with hawk like precision. Ichigo's chest rose and fell with anticipation as Grimmjow approached him.
One finger pushed into him roughly, and Ichigo groaned. Grimmjow worked it in and out of him slowly, the oil slickening his passage for what was yet to come. After a while Grimmjow pressed in the second and began to scissor his fingers as best he could within Ichigo's tight walls. He purposefully pressed into Ichigo's prostate sharply every now and then, Ichigo's moans making his own dick weep with excitement.
"Do ya want me, Ichigo?" Grimmjow asked, pressing into his prostate again.
"Fuck yes!" was Ichigo's immediate answer, his hands scrambling for purchase across the granite.
"Only me, Ichigo? Or will ya be thinking of someone else?" Grimmjow kept up his assault against the sensitive bundle inside Ichigo.
"Only you Grimmjow! Oh my fucking god, only you!" Ichigo all but screamed, his hips pressing down to push Grimmjow's fingers deeper into him. It wasn't enough, he needed more!
Grimmjow growled and jerked his hand out of Ichigo, who cried out from loss. Grimmjow poured a healthy amount of oil into the palm of his hand and quickly slathered it over himself. He was aching to take Ichigo now. His hands gripped Ichigo's hips and pulled his body into position for entrance, thankful that the counter was the right height and he didn't have to hunch over.
Grimmjow lined himself up with Ichigo and surged in, burying himself to the hilt in one push. Ichigo's moans filled the room and Grimmjow groaned himself from the pleasure as he fought to give Ichigo some adjustment time. He didn't want to hurt Ichigo in that way. Luck was on his side because it was only a few beats before Ichigo began to cant his hips.
"Please, oh god please!" Ichigo heard himself pleading as he tried in vain to impale himself on Grimmjow's cock. His feet couldn't get the leverage he needed to do so, he was completely at Grimmjow's mercy.
Grimmjow pulled back and pushed forward, going a little faster and harder each time. Something animalistic inside spurred him into action, and Ichigo lost words as Grimmjow drove into him hard and fast. Grimmjow knew at this pace they both were going to lose it quick, but he couldn't slow his pace if he tried. Ichigo gripped the counter and Grimmjow planted one hand over his tanned shoulder on the counter while the other wrapped firmly around Ichigo's dick.
Grimmjow used the fluids that were leaking in copious amounts from Ichigo's head to work his lover and drive him higher. Grimmjow could feel the sweat rolling from his hair line down his face, his t-shirt getting soaked from the exertion.
"Say my name," Grimmjow grunted and worked his hand quicker.
"Grimmjow!" Ichigo moaned.
Grimmjow's name became Ichigo's mantra, growing louder and louder as he neared completion.
Grimmjow didn't think he'd seen anything more beautiful as when Ichigo came, his back arching off the counter and his brown eyes wide but unseeing as pleasure blinded him. He screamed Grimmjow's name so loud as his cock spasmed in Grimmjow's grip, each throb spurting out Ichigo's essence warm over his hand.
Ichigo's own name left Grimmjow's lips as he poured himself inside Ichigo's tight canal, gasping for breath as he collapsed forward onto Ichigo's chest, his arms shaking and barely able to support his weight and keep it off Ichigo. They both lay there for a long moment, gasping in air and basking in the afterglow of pleasure.
Grimmjow carefully slid out of Ichigo and righted himself, pulling Ichigo to him, who was starting to sit up.
"Well, that certainly was unexpected," Ichigo said quietly, his eyes still hazy from the pleasure.
Grimmjow silenced him with a tender kiss, lingering at Ichigo's lips when they broke apart to softly caress them with his own.
"Shower?" Grimmjow whispered against Ichigo's lips, feeling Ichigo smile and taking his answer from that.
He helped Ichigo get down carefully from the counter and followed Ichigo up the stairs, with no intentions of being done with his lover. Ichigo looked back over his shoulder at Grimmjow, and the look in his eyes told Grimmjow he wasn't ready to be done either. Grimmjow grinned and swooped Ichigo up around the waist, dragging the suddenly indignant Ichigo into the bathroom and kicking the door shut.
End Chapter. O.O well, what will happen now? Oh and yeah, here's this for you guys [hands over boxes of tissues]. Hope you liked it! Reviews? 3
