Chapter 12

Ichigo opened his eyes slowly. He looked to the side when he heard the ground creak, seeing Grimmjow. Ichigo was confused at first, seeing as he was in his room, a place he doubted his father would let him enter. Even though he was supportive, he was still the same overprotective father.

"Grimmjow?" he called hoarsely, azul eyes locking with his as he sat up in bed, Grimmjow's staring blankly at him.

Ichigo rubbed his droopy eyes of sleep, yawning wide, ending it with a low growl.

"What are you doing in my room?" he asked, looking back to Grimmjow who had yet to move.

"Grim-"

"Sh."

Ichigo blinked, sitting up straight with a frown from the fact he just hushed him.

He was about to protest but Grimmjow started to advance towards him, his steps slow and lazy, but each one held purpose. Ichigo gasped when he grabbed his chin, his head tilted up, soft lips pressing against his.

Ichigo pulled away first, putting a hand to his shoulder. He took in a sharp gasp when his lips targeted his neck, Ichigo biting his lip as he was coaxed amongst the sheets, Grimmjow rising over him, his knees placed on either side of him.

"Grim-ah-Grimmjow stop," he gasped breathlessly, taking in a sharp breath when he palmed his crotch.

He arched with a groan, his eyes he hadn't realized he had closed opening.

He screamed when he saw Nnoitra above him, a large grin spread over his thin face.

"You're a filthy bitch, enjoying it when someone rapes you."

Ichigo sat up with a gasp, his eyes wide as he trembled. Tears spilled over, Ichigo's knuckles white as he gripped the sheets.

"Ichigo?"

Ichigo looked to his door, seeing Yuzu standing there, her eyes wide with worry. Ichigo gave her a small smile, running a shaking hand through his hair.

"Good morning," he grumbled hoarsely, Yuzu's eyes softening. She walked into his room and got onto his bed, careful of his groin, hugging him tightly.

"It's okay now," she whispered, Ichigo's eyes filling with tears. Yuzu he knew now shared his pain, Ichigo hugging her back.

"I'm fine," he lied, knowing mentally his scar had yet to close. Yuzu hugged him tighter.

"It'll get better," she whispered before pulling away, giving him a large smile.

"Grimmjow is here to protect you now, he said so himself," she said with conviction, Ichigo giving her a goofy smile.

Yuzu patted his head.

"We are going out today, so hurry and get up!" she chirped, Ichigo nodding with a chuckle as she scrambled off his bed, running out of his room so he could get ready.

Ichigo chuckled at her antics, throwing the blankets off his legs and getting out of bed.

He looked to his pillow when he heard his phone vibrate. He ignored his morning wood, flipping open his phone and reading his message.

'Good morning beau.'

Ichigo smirked.

'Good morning.'

He smiled at his phone dumbly for a moment before throwing it onto his bed, walking to his closet to find some clothes to wear.

He picked out a pair of camouflage shorts and a black shirt, knowing that they were probably going to have a family picnic or eat out at a restaurant.

He put the articles of clothing on the edge of his bed, thinking of what shoes to wear before picking up his phone that vibrated.

'What are you doing today?'

Ichigo shrugged even though Grimmjow wasn't there, going back to his closet.

'Family time. Wanna join?'

Ichigo knelt down, pondering over black jordans or his beige combat boots.

He picked the boots, picking them up and placing them on the floor next to his bed. He opened the message he received.

'Will your dad agree?'

Ichigo snorted. Now he's afraid of his dad?

'Yeah, he's grown a liking to you.'

He picked up his outfit and went to the bathroom, sighing as he placed his stuff down on the toilet. He closed the door and locked it, dropping his briefs and stepping out of them.

He reached for his phone when it vibrated on the counter, opening the message.

'Alright. Where?'

Ichigo shrugged.

'Just meet me at my house.'

He moved his clothes to the sink, looking down to his still very much active groin.

He hated his life.

…..

Grimmjow took in a deep breath. He tightened and loosened his fingers on the wheel, looking to Ichigo's house.

He wasn't ready for this.

He placed his head on the wheel, breathing in deeply as he tried to calm himself. He had hoped he wouldn't have to actually do this. He didn't know why, but the thought of actually spending time with Ichigo's family always rubbed him wrong. He leaned against the seat and took in a deep breath, releasing it in a deep sigh. He needed to grow a pair of balls.

He unbuckled and got out of the car, smiling when he saw Ichigo open the door. His smile was a little shaky but he kept it steady, opening his arms when he jogged to him, holding him in an embrace.

He took in a deep breath of the scent of him, his smile spreading into a grin.

Strawberries.

Grimmjow chuckled as he pulled away, looking up and toning down his smile when he saw his dad and younger sister's walk out, feeling a little exposed when Ichigo let him go and stepped away, going to tell his sister's something.

Isshin's eyes locked on him like he was a predator sizing up his prey. Grimmjow was wearing dark loose jeans, the ends of them tucked into his beige combat boots and causing the loose material to bag around his calves. His shirt was tight fitting, showing off slight ridges of his muscular stomach, the material painted a dark purple. He looked rather sexy in his opinion, but when Isshin looked him over he felt like he was wearing a thong in the middle of Time's Square.

Isshin grinned though, walking up to him and extending his hand, Grimmjow taking it firmly.

"Hurt my son and I'll kill you," he said a tad to cheerily, Grimmjow's grin faltering.

"You wanna know about some history?" he asked, Grimmjow retracting his hand as kindly as possible, suddenly very nervous.

"Dad!" Ichigo hissed, Isshin slammed face first into the concrete.

"Stop threatening Grimmjow!" Ichigo barked, Isshin making a pitiful whimper. Grimmjow looked to Ichigo and flinched. He would remember not to piss him off.

"Sorry about that," Ichigo apologized sheepishly, removing his boot from the back of his father's head. The older man shot up, Grimmjow taking a step back as he grabbed Ichigo into a tight hug.

"You're mother would have been so proud!" he bellowed, Ichigo yelling at him angrily.

Grimmjow wasn't sure if he should interrupt or not so just stayed put, watching silently. He looked over their shoulders when he saw movement, seeing Karin kicking a ball into the air, Yuzu already in the car and out of his sight. Karin looked to him, Grimmjow giving her a small wave.

Grimmjow knew she didn't really like him, so when she kicked the ball straight for his face he wasn't surprised.

His eyes widened when Ichigo rose up, the ball now targeting the back of his head. Grimmjow moved quickly, spreading father and son, Ichigo put behind him, his hand raised.

He held back a wince when the burning friction of the ball meeting his hand created a loud thud, his hand momentarily latching onto the material before letting it drop, his hand a fiery red as he brung it to his side.

Karin stared in disbelief.

No one had ever managed to catch the ball whenever she kicked, it moved too fast for most eyes to see.

Grimmjow fisted his hand, everyone suddenly very quiet.

"Are you alright?" Ichigo asked worriedly, grabbing his wrist. Grimmjow held his hand firm, shaking his head.

"I'm fine," he replied even though it hurt like he just had a hammer slam down onto his entire hand.

Ichigo frowned, looking to Karin who was staring a in a disbelieving awe at Grimmjow.

"Let me see your hand," Ichigo growled, prying his arm from his back, Grimmjow opening his hand when he was ordered too.

"Fuck," Ichigo hissed beneath his breath.

His hand was red like he had been burned, the skin looking like it would blister.

"Did you have to do that?" he hissed at Karin, Grimmjow stepping in front of him, blocking the girl from his eyes.

"Ichigo, i'm alright," he defended, not wanting to be the cause of any mishaps.

"She did that on purpose!" Ichigo yelled, Grimmjow setting his free hand on his shoulder.

"Yes, but kicking her ass isn't going to change the fact it happened. Let's just continue on with the day, yes?"

Ichigo frowned, not seeing how something like that can be brushed over so easily. He eyed Karing one more time before getting into his car, Grimmjow sighing as he looked to Isshin.

"I'll just follow you?" Isshin nodded, sighing. The mood of the day had turned down considerably, but Grimmjow was determined to not let this ruin it.

He got into his car, looking to Ichigo who was glaring daggers at his father's car.

"Stop," Grimmjow scolded, Ichigo looking to him with a glare.

"Are you seriously gonna just brush it off?" he asked, Grimmjow shrugging his shoulders. His hand hurt no doubt, but he wasn't dead, so why was it such a big deal?

"Would you let me kick your nuts?" Ichigo asked, Grimmjow snorting before looking to him. He raised an eyebrow when he realized Ichigo was being serious.

"No," he replied, Ichigo throwing his hands in the air, careful of the roof.

"Then why do you do nothing when she nearly breaks your hand? What's different?!"

Grimmjow felt like he was doing it overboard, making sure he was not to far behind, speeding up as they got onto the highway.

"My hand and my jewels are not the same," he said simply, Ichigo growling beneath his breath. Grimmjow sighed.

"Ichigo… You and your family are close, in fact, a lot closer than my own. I don't want to break that just because I get a little hurt." Ichigo stiffened when he looked to him, shrinking away slightly as his anger started to seem stupid. He suddenly felt this conversation or argument, whatever it was was extremely unfair. He sat back, folding his arms over his chest.

"I only stopped it because it was about to hit you."

Ichigo looked to him in disbelief, a light blush appearing on his cheeks. Grimmjow looked to him, raising an eyebrow.

"Does that make you less angry? Or do I have to kiss you?" Ichigo blushed deeper, turning away and shrinking into himself.

"Ichigo," Grimmjow laughed, patting his thigh, his hand that was previously red now seeming closer to normal. Ichigo ignored him, suddenly extremely shy but not wanting to show it. He held back an unmanly squeak when Grimmjow began to pull his thighs apart, a sudden heat rushing over his skin.

He slapped his hand away but finally looked back to him, Grimmjow grinning with a raised eyebrow.

"No kiss?" he asked, Ichigo shaking his head with a frown.

Grimmjow's grin became ignorant and a tad smug, slowing down the car and getting honked by someone behind him.

"Should I pull over then?" he asked, Ichigo wanting to growl at the man's sudden stupidity.

"You're gonna loose my dad, speed up idiot!" he barked, Grimmjow only slowing down more.

"I'm waiting!"

Ichigo growled when many cars began to honk, Grimmjow creating traffic. He leaned over and kissed him chastely, the kiss barely even a few seconds long. Ichigo pulled away, Grimmjow's grin now a smug smirk.

"Now speed up," Ichigo ordered, Grimmjow nodding before taking off, the traffic clearing.

"You're a douche," Ichigo grumbled beneath his breath, Grimmjow only smirking in response.

They went to an all you can eat restaurant, Grimmjow's stomach growling hungrily as he got out of the car.

HomeTown Buffet was the name of the restaurant, Grimmjow distinctly remembering a similar one back home. He had guessed Japan was all sushi and rice, but he was quickly being proved wrong.

They walked into the restaurant, it's outer appearance fooling them. The place was packed, Grimmjow looking to his watch.

It was only two.

Damn.

"What are you going to get?" Ichigo asked, tensing a little when his hand slipped into his.

"Meat. Firm, juicy, tender meat," he whispered into his ear. Ichigo's cheeks became a dark shade of red, his fist connecting with Grimmjow's chest and knocking the air out of him.

The people who had walked in behind them stared with a tad of worry and reluctance as Grimmjow doubled over slightly, seeming to consider if they should stay or not.

"He'll be fine," Ichigo told them with a smile as Grimmjow straightened, a hand put to his chest and a grin stretching his lips. Ichigo shivered under his predatory gaze.

"You're heavy handed aren't you?" he asked with a chuckle, Ichigo opting to ignore his question and looking to see how far they had moved. He took one step. How nice.

"You guys want me to pay for you?' Isshin yelled over the loud chatter in the room, Grimmjow shaking his head.

Isshin didn't ask twice, glad he wouldn't have to spend as much as he had thought he would've.

Grimmjow once again grasped Ichigo's hand, giving it a firm squeeze. Ichigo looked over his shoulder to him, frowning.

Grimmjow grinned back.

Ichigo sighed.

He didn't want to start another argument about his discomfort, keeping their bodies at a distance, Grimmjow giving him enough respect not to pull him into his chest in such a public place.

They stayed standing there for what seemed like hours, Ichigo becoming increasingly impatient as the smell of food became too tantalizing to ignore, his stomach growling loudly. Yuzu chuckled, apparently having heard it over the noise in the large building, Ichigo smiling down at her.

After a good five more minutes they had finally reached the front, Ichigo nearly jumping in place as the promise of food was closer. Grimmjow paid for them after a few minutes of arguing, Ichigo frowning but quickly distracted by the food someone walked by with.

He wanted fries. And lots of them.

"I swear you eat too much," Grimmjow grumbled with little heat behind it as they found their table across from Isshin and the girls, going to get their food when it was apparent the table was now theirs. Ichigo stacked his plate with fries and different vegetables and soups, Grimmjow mostly getting meat, a plate reserved for vegetables and fruits.

And he was the fatass?

Ichigo went back to the table with Grimmjow in toe, sitting across from him.

"Why so much junk food?" he asked, Ichigo rolling his eyes.

"Why so healthy?" he replied back a tad harshly, Grimmjow not seeming to take it offensively, shrugging it off like it didn't matter.

"I don't like sweets, and most greasy food for that matter," he told him, having to raise his voice when the sound in the building became louder. Ichigo raised an eyebrow over a handful of fries.

Was that why he didn't really drink much of his slushies?

"Then why did you take the slushie I bought you?" he asked, Grimmjow shrugging.

"You seemed to like it a lot, and I wanted to try it before I just threw it away," he replied, Ichigo nodding in understanding, shoving some fries into his mouth, munching happily. Grimmjow chuckled, cutting a piece of steak off from his large chunk, shoving it into his mouth with a happy sigh.

They did good.

"What do you think of slushies?" Ichigo asked, Grimmjow shoving another meaty chunk into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully.

"It's alright?" he replied, Ichigo rolling his eyes, a small smile pulling at his lips.

"I mean, it's not something I would want daily, but it would be nice every now and then," he replied, Ichigo nodding.

He loved slushies.

If he could he would have one everyday, every minute, he could die happy. They were the delicacy of his life time and he wouldn't trade it for a bucket of freshly baked fries. Ever.

Conversation slowly brewed but once they all got used to each other's presence things became hectic, though fun.

They stared there till nearly five, shoving their faces with food and talking about anything, a few embarrassing stories brought up on Ichigo's behalf. Politely they had been thrown out as soon as the amount of people tripled, Isshin allowing Ichigo to go Grimmjow's till nine that evening. Ichigo was glad he could spend some alone time with him and so was Grimmjow who hurried him into his car, speeding off once he got the seatbelt on.

Isshin chuckled.

If Ichigo came home with so much as a hickie, he was going to beat him to a pulp.

Ichigo smiled out the window as they drove to Grimmjow's house, his hand held in his.

"Would he hurt me if I got you home by nine thirty?" Grimmjow asked, Ichigo nodding his head sleepily.

Grimmjow frowned.

"Are you serious?"

Ichigo laughed, tilting his head to see Grimmjow better.

"My dad may be an idiot, but when he says something, you don't go against it," he replied, Grimmjow frowning.

They got to his home, both of them exiting the cadillac and heading inside, his butler opening the door right on que. Ichigo gave him a smile and a nod. After a long lesson from Grimmjow he felt less awkward around the smaller man. But he still bowed occasionally by accident, though Grimmjow was decent enough not to comment on it. They went up to his room, Ichigo entering first, Grimmjow closing it softly behind them.

Ichigo looked around. Every Hollow Hearts poster had been torn down, replaced with many artists that Ichigo has learned to love. He sighed when he felt Grimmjow press up behind him, his arms wrapping around his waist and pulling him close.

"Can I?" Grimmjow whispered in his ear, Ichigo shaking his head.

He didn't fight though when Grimmjow ran his hands up his chest, his palms pressing down over his nipples before traveling back down to his hips, his chin resting on his shoulder, his warm lips planting a small kiss on his skin.

Ichigo released a pleased sigh when his fingers lightly traveled over his groin, barely there touches that made him feel shy, frustrated, and afraid all at the same time, Ichigo swallowing thickly.

Grimmjow licked his bobbing adam's apple, releasing a deep purr.

"You taste good," he whispered, Ichigo snorting.

"Then you have weird tastes," he muttered back, biting his lip when the hand became more prominent, pressing harder though still too light.

"Grim-"

"I won't," Grimmjow soothed as he unbuttoned his pants, Ichigo relaxing against him. He was frightened when his pants dropped to the ground, his hands roamed into slowly awakening places, as his lips and tongue tasted his skin. Any minute he expected him to hurt him, the power he had given him seeming too much as he took the reigns. But he trusted him. It was frightening, but he knew he wouldn't hurt him.

Ichigo opened his eyes when he was laid on his bed, stripped bare as Grimmjow stayed fully clothed, the fact relaxing Ichigo slightly.

He took in a deep breathe when he kissed him, his knees lifting, his thighs pressing into his jeaned sides.

Their tongues played, teeth clashing and lips smacking, the kiss sloppy but Ichigo liked it that way, taking in a gasping breath when he pulled away, nipping his bottom lip.

"Can I?"

Ichigo swallowed, nodding hesitantly. He closed his eyes as Grimmjow kissed him again, his thighs tightening against him.

"Be gentle!" he gasped when he pulled away, Grimmjow grinning.

"Yes sir," he breathed against his lips, running a hand down his torso and finding delight in the shiver it caused.

He was slow, his every move predictable, Ichigo gasping beneath him in seconds as he nipped every formed muscle, every curve and dip on his slim torso, thrusting his tongue into his belly button and earning a shaky groan of his name.

He got to his enlarged member, blowing gently over the head. Ichigo squirmed with a tiny gasp, his member hardening fully.

Grimmjow looked up to Ichigo, crouched on the balls of his feet on the floor, his bed a little taller than most.

Ichigo was flushed, his eyes closed tight as he panted shallowly, his eyes opening hesitantly when he didn't feel anything besides steady breathing.

Grimmjow waited till his eyes met his till he grabbed him gently, Ichigo taking in a sharp breath when he kissed the head. He didn't look away though, onyx brown locked with azul blue. Grimmjow showered the head and shaft with kisses, Ichigo gritting his teeth with a low growl.

"Grimmjow," he whimpered, his hips thrusting lightly in need for more.

Grimmjow put a hand to his hips, holding him in place. Ichigo whined, falling against the sheets helplessly. Grimmjow found that to be sexy, smirking as he finally opened his lips, his tongue snaking out, wetting his dry lips. Ichigo groaned with an arch when lips finally sealed around the head of his cock, his hips lifting off the bed just a little, Grimmjow tightening his lips around the amount in his mouth, sucking hard. Ichigo moaned, unable to muffle it as he fisted the sheets, his body ultra sensitive to his touch.

Sweat already formed around his hairline, wetting the orange roots, a bead of sweat falling down his temple. He tightened his thighs around his head but was careful, snaking a hand down and into his hair, fisting it tight in his blue locks with a guttural moan.

Grimmjow had his eyes closed, one of his hands holding the member he sucked and nipped viciously, the other running circles over Ichigo's ass.

Ichigo didn't seem to mind when his fingers teased his hole, his mind lost in the pleasure his mouth gave him. Grimmjow pulled away, licking aways some saliva before putting two fingers into his mouth, coating them thickly with saliva.

"Grim-" Ichigo gasped in panic, rising up. Grimmjow held him down by his hip, removing his fingers from his lips, touching the wet tip of his middle finger to his twitching hole.

"I won't hurt you," he soothed, Ichigo reaching down and stopping his hand.

"Grimmjow I can't! I do-"

"Ichigo," he soothed, his hand stroking his cock slowly, Ichigo biting his lip.

"I'm not going to fuck you, I ain't a stupid shit," he said rather bluntly, Ichigo looking away.

"Any person can see you ain't ready for that. I want to push this small boudry, and after this I won't touch you again if you don't want me too," he told him, Ichigo looking back to him.

"Will it hurt?"

Grimmjow sighed.

"At first, but I swear i'll try to make it hurt as little as possible," he told him, kissing his inner thigh. Ichigo shivered, nodding shyly, lying back down hesitantly.

Grimmjow didn't push in immediately, returning the attention to his weeping cock. He took a few minutes to spoil it, lathering it with his tongue and wet kisses, Ichigo slowly relaxing, becoming once again a moaning mess.

Grimmjow took his chance, pushing a finger in. Ichigo arched with a cry, his eyes snapping open.

Grimmjow continued his ministrations, moving the finger slowly, wiggling it around a bit. Ichigo bit his lip, lightly bucking down but quickly recoiled, panting with a helpless groan.

"How does it feel?" Grimmjow asked, licking the head of his member, tasting salty precum on his tongue.

Ichigo wiggled his hips, wincing.

"It-It feels funny," he replied in a whisper, Grimmjow pushing it deeper, Ichigo arching with a cry. It wasn't one of pain though, Grimmjow relieved.

"O-Oh god," Ichigo whimpered when he began to move it faster, his body temperature spiking enough for Grimmjow to feel it.

"Do you like it?" he asked before deep throating him, wiggling in a finger next to it. Ichigo grunted this time in pain, Grimmjow stalling his fingers.

He sucked harder on his member, desperately trying to get him to relax. Ichigo bucked down, Grimmjow feeling his fingers press against something.

Ichigo arched, a loud moan escaping his lips, his hole clenching before relaxing, Grimmjow deep throating him, taking this chance to show him what it was truly like.

He assaulted his prostate, Ichigo squirming and writhing as loud moans escaped his lips, his hand fisting in his hair till it hurt.

"Grimah! Ngh! Grimmjow stop!" Ichigo moaned, screaming out his orgasm as it was torn from his body.

Grimmjow panted as he pulled away slowly after sucking him dry, looking up to Ichigo. He seemed frozen, his eyes opened wide as he stared up at the ceiling. He took in a shaky breath.

"Wow."

Author's note: I'm tired so I'll just end it here, sorry it took so long to update, I had been sick for a while. But it's up so I guess I did good.