Ichigo smiled thinly, wondering if his discomfort was as obvious to everyone else.
Tatsuki's party had come quickly and they held it at Keigo's place. His sister was out-for the sanity of everyone-and it was only a couple of good friends.
Though in reality Tatsuki only considered herself having one or two good-friends-Ichigo and Orihime. The other people she usually hung around with were either friends with Orihime or Ichigo.
Keigo had invited Ichigo, and because Grimmjow had thrown him a glare that could have burnt him into the core of the earth, of course Grimmjow accompanied him. There was also Chad, Orihime, Mizuiro, Michiru and Chizuru.
Everything was going fine-they had music going, food was working its way around the room, presents had been given-now all they had to wait for was Orihime.
Orihime, bless her soul, had brought along Ulquiorra, but that wasn't the problem-she had also brought along Rukia, saying that she had wanted to say happy birthday as well.
Tatsuki laughed along with Orihime as they played pass the parcel, passing it to Rukia who gasped in surprise as the music stopped, grinning to them as she pulled the paper away.
It wasn't that Ichigo was extremely uncomfortable meeting Rukia again, it was the fact that after he had run off to go see Grimmjow all that time ago, he had called her again later to apologise and she had started going on about how he wouldn't be able to satisfy Grimmjow for much longer.
At first he had denied it, vehemently, he wasn't going to listen to her poisonous words… but somehow, the same thoughts began to haunt him until he could barely sleep without wondering if he were enough to keep him by his side.
He groaned, laying his head on his arm in irritation. He was pissed at Rukia for even saying it, pissed at himself for listening to it and pissed at Orihime for dragging Rukia along.
Grimmjow rubbed his arm sympathetically. He wasn't overly affectionate in public-he'd hold hands or rub his hand, gently touch his thigh-but it wasn't as if they'd make-out so Ichigo was comforted by his slight touch.
"I'm very sorry Ichigo, if I had known that such a thing would occur, I would have asked Orihime not to invite Rukia."
Ichigo smiled at the blank man sitting across from him stiffly. "Forget it Ulquiorra, it's no problem. I just… I'm not feeling great."
"We-we could go home," Grimmjow put in hesitantly and Ichigo wondered absently if he were bored. Grimmjow hadn't wanted to play pass the parcel, who would? He was a grown man for God's sake.
Ichigo shook his head, standing. "Nah, I'm just going to take a breather for a minute. Mind my seat?"
Opening and closing the front door quickly, he stepped out. It was rather warm, the remnants of a hot day cooling slightly as the sun dipped shyly over the houses.
He heard the door latch and he gave a sigh, smiling lazily. "Grimm, I said I'm fine."
"That's good then," Rukia replied, making him jump as she joined him, leaning on the front porch.
There was a silence and Ichigo cursed his luck. Of course Rukia would notice he was gone. Why couldn't she just leave him alone?
"Have you thought about what I said?"
"God Rukia, just leave it alone would you?"
"I'm simply saying Ichigo, that he was interested in women before he met you. I'm sure he knows many good-looking men. What exactly made him so interested in you? Maybe you're just a passing fancy," she urged him, turning to address him seriously.
"And maybe I'm not," he snapped. "Are you saying that it's ridiculous to think that he turned gay for me? I already told you Rukia, he loves me, and I believe him."
"What qualifications do you have? He has countless women willing to lay down with him, no doubt with big boobs and huge heads. You're barely out of school! He's a lawyer. You only have your makeshift band and that work doing odd jobs with Ikumi. Besides, what about his future? What about when he wants kids and a family? What about when the people at his work find out he's gay? He's going to be a laughing stock. A high paid lawyer-gay."
Each word stung almost as bad as the burns that Toshiro had marked down his thigh and he winced at their delivery. "He-he isn't trying to hide it you know."
Rukia just raised an eyebrow, leaning forward. "Ichigo, how far exactly do you see it going? A year, maybe two… then he'll get bored of you, begin to play the field and you'll find him lying with a tall, curvy woman with long, blond locks and huge breasts."
"He isn't you," Ichigo bit back. "If he was going to fuck someone, he'd have the fucking decency to tell me about it. Plus, how would I know she's tall if she's lying down?"
Frowning slightly Rukia straightened, stepping away. "It's just best for you to think through your situation." She laughed a little, smiling as she thought of something. "You always do that-"
"Don't talk about me as if you know me, Rukia," Ichigo interrupted, snarling at her. "I'll do whatever the hell I want."
Glaring at her once more, he walked back inside.
Rukia sighed into the cooling evening, fingers brushing the place where Ichigo's strong, warm hands had been only moments before. "Yes," she whispered. "You always do."
XXX
"Ichigo?"
Ichigo shrugged a little as he snuggled further under the covers. This was getting ridiculous. He had been avoiding Grimmjow ever since Rukia had said those freaking words-not having sex, not looking at him… not even talking to him. He was so annoyed at himself but at the same time, he feared that if he asked what Grimmjow really felt, he'd be disappointed. What if he said he wanted a family? What if he was embarrassed about being with him?
"God, Ichigo, you can't keep fuckin' avoiding me. What the fuck is going on? Is it because of Rukia?"
Rukia? If only. No, this was his weakness. Rukia had only begun the fire; he was fucking chucking gallons of petrol on it and fanning it with the words largest fan!
He squirmed as Grimmjow tried to tug his arm to make him turn.
"Go away, I'm trying to sleep."
"I know you ain't fuckin' sleeping so turn the fuck around and speak to me!"
"I said I'm sleeping!" Ichigo snapped back, yanking his arm back. "Fuck."
There was a silence before Grimmjow growled. "Fuck Ichi. What the fuck is wrong with you? You've been swearing like a fuckin' sailor as well lately, and I know something's wrong if that's happening."
"Maybe you're rubbing off on me."
"Ichi, seriously," he said it quietly, almost urgently, gently pulling on Ichigo's elbow.
"It's nothing, just forget it and go to sleep."
Another silence and Grimmjow hissed in irritation but Ichigo breathed in relief when he felt him roll over, moving away from him.
He was scared, more scared then he'd ever been in his life. What if… what if this didn't last?
XXX
"Fuck, fuck… FUCK!" Grimmjow cursed aloud, punching his desk.
Rubbing a hand through his extremely unruly hair, he continued to curse in his mind, adding a kick to the bunch when his thoughts wandered to Ichigo's broad back turned away from him. "FUCK!"
He didn't know what was wrong with Ichigo. He'd been weird ever since that brat… Tatsuki's party. He'd been avoiding looking at him, speaking to him and he'd flinch every time he'd touch him. Worse, he had no way to get him to talk.
Grimmjow had spoken to Ulquiorra about it, but it seems he didn't know what was wrong, or how to fix it, neither did that big boobed chick, whatever the fuck her name was. Orihime.
Ichigo's band mates didn't either. Yes, that's how fucking desperate he was. Going to Ichigo's friends-people he barely knew-and asking them that question. It wasn't exactly that it was embarrassing. It made him feel vulnerable. Asking these people, basically strangers, what was wrong, what he could do. It almost felt like giving up. But he didn't care really. If it was for Ichigo, he'd look vulnerable, act crazy… fuck, he already was.
He'd been stupid enough to ask for his advice from Nelliel who'd told him he should tie him down. Yeah, like that was going to make Ichigo want to answer him.
Grimmjow paused, hand half off his head, half on as he froze mid-straightening. Tie him up? Hold on… that might just work…
XXX
Ichigo blinked groggily. He hadn't slept, he just felt tired. Ignoring Grimmjow was harder then he'd thought. Really, he needed to work out the whole thing, but talking to him about it…
He sat up, stumbling towards the upstairs bathroom. He ignored his ringing phone, wishing Rukia would just leave him alone. She'd called and called, still asking what he thought.
If she called again he was fairly sure that the phone would be getting chucked through the window.
The cold water shocked him into action as he scrubbed his orange locks, closing his eyes in thought. If he could ask him slyly. Maybe… "Hey, ever thought about having kids?" Or maybe, "What do you think about breasts?"
He wanted it to work out but what if he was holding Grimmjow down? What if Grimmjow were to get humiliated by being with him? Things like that hadn't occurred to him before.
Sighing as he turned off the water, he cocked his head, surprised at the sound of the front door opening, the distinct sound of Grimmjow's keys being put down, his jacket hung up.
Why was he home?
Securing a towel around his waist, he crept to the stairs, spotting Grimmjow removing his shoes.
Ichigo blushed, sneaking back to the room he and Grimmjow shared. Grimmjow always looked so good in his suit-the blue and grey outfit tailored to fit his form perfectly, outlining every mouth-watering angle and toned muscle. On top of that, because he'd been avoiding him so long, it had been a while since they'd had sex and even his foot would most likely turn Ichigo on.
He began to change, wondering why Grimmjow was home so early. It was only around twelve and on top of that, it was a Friday-Grimmjow's busiest day.
Freezing as he reached for his shirt, he watched Grimmjow ascend the stairs, stalking towards their room with a purpose.
Ichigo hastily began to back up, the look in Grimmjow's eyes sending his heart racing, tiny little arrow pricks of fear and excitement plucking it ruthlessly.
"Gri-Grimmjow, what-what are you doing?" he managed to choke out as Grimmjow slammed the door closed, grinning predatorily as he approached the bed which Ichigo had managed to stumble back onto, hands pressed against the head of the wrought iron bed.
"Nothing Ichi," he replied, crawling towards him.
"G-get away from me," Ichigo demanded weakly, heart almost breaking through his ribcage as Grimmjow crawled on top of him.
"Why Ichi? That ruin your plan of," he smirked as he leaned down to nip Ichigo's ear before whispering, breath hot and damp, "running away?"
"R-running away?" he snapped indignantly, about to push Grimmjow away.
"That's what I said." Grasping Ichigo's hands in one of his own, he pushed them to one of the poles in the head board design, his other hand loosening his tie before sliding it off and securing Ichigo's hands to the head board.
With that he sat back, watching in pleasure as his prey wiggled and tossed in irritation.
"Grimmjow, what the hell are you doing?"
"I'm just making you… see things my way," he replied cryptically, leaning down to kiss Ichigo's neck.
One hand twirled a honey nipple, his tongue on the other, sucking, nipping and licking it into a glorious peak.
Ichigo groaned before growling deeply, chest rumbling in irritation. "You better get the hell off of me Grimmjow," he threatened.
"Or what?" Grimmjow asked innocently, tugging on a nipple harshly. He ground into the towelled half of Ichigo, marvelling at the beautiful panes of his lover's body. He'd missed it.
As his hand began to wander further down the hot, damp sides, his lips found Ichigo's, forcing the clenched jaw to relax as their tongues met, clashing.
Ichigo bit Grimmjow's lip, scowling at the man as he pulled back.
But he wasn't all that fazed, pulling gently on the shell of an ear, licking a cheek.
Then the kisses travelled south-over a panting chest, lightly shivering stomach and rocking hips which he held steady with both of his hands.
As he tugged at the towel with his teeth, his gaze shot upward to the still struggling Ichigo, panting, moaning and shuddering and scowling all the more.
"I'm going to-ah-kill you, you yellow bellied basta-AH!" he gasped, eyes flying open as Grimmjow suddenly enveloped his pulsing length, sucking it.
Grimmjow smirked, letting him slip out before licking the underside, trailing from his balls to the tip where his tongue flicked in, cruelly twisting and probing, enjoying every minute of the tortured expression on Ichigo's face-half whines, half cries of protest dripping from sinful lips, the heavy breathing chest lifting from the mattress in pleasure, thighs shaking as they held his head.
Bobbing again, taking the length in even further, he hummed in satisfaction when a load moan was ripped from his throat.
"Say my name Ichi," Grimmjow coaxed, teeth scraping ever so lightly across him. "Say it."
Ichigo shuddered again. "Kah…"
"My name," he urged, taking him in deeply once again before pulling back slowly.
"G-Grimm," he moaned, thighs tightening around him as he arched his back again, eyes closing in bliss. "Grimmjow…"
Swallowing over the length, Grimmjow began to speed up, pushing his lover over the edge quicker. He could hardly hold back at the moment, Ichigo's sinfully tempting body writhing around almost too much for him to handle.
Ichigo came, body coiling, fingers clawing into his own hands, wanton cries filling the room, body shuddering in pure delight as he bucked under the affects.
Grimmjow smirked, swallowing as he sat up, pining Ichigo's thighs to the bed. "You're such a slut Ichigo. Didn't you hear yourself? All those cries and moans could be from a fuckin' porno."
"I'm not a fucking slut Grimmjow," he growled, glaring at him. "Now untie me."
Grimmjow just grinned, sucking on three of his digits.
"Don't you dare," Ichigo warned, legs thrashing wildly as he continued to slather his fingers.
Sitting up a little more, hoisting Ichigo's hips onto his lap and his legs over his arms, he brought a finger to his puckering entrance.
"It's basically asking for me," Grimmjow rumbled out, heat flooding his body at the prospect of finally entering Ichigo.
"Don't fucking touch me," he hissed, attempting to shift his hips of Grimmjow's lap, his legs away from his shoulders.
Then he pushed a finger inside, muttering as Ichigo tightened around him. "Fuck Ichi, calm down."
Ichigo gasped as the digit moved, brown eyes threatening death.
He pushed in and out slowly at first, waiting for Ichigo to adjust before he quickened the pace, adding a second.
Ichigo's legs crossed, thighs almost popping Grimmjow's head in their death hold. "Get your fingers out of my ass now Grimmjow."
Grimmjow blinked a little, slowing his movements to look at Ichigo.
Ichigo was past even partly enjoying the situation-he was just pissed-pissed and tied up-brown eyes narrowed, lips set in a tight line, eyebrows set deeply over his eyes.
"I want you to untie me. Right now."
He paused, staring into the boiling chocolate depths before pulling his fingers out, leaning over his angered lover.
As he began to untie him, he was surprised that Ichigo had begun to nuzzle his chest, teeth around the buttons there. Maybe he wasn't as angry as he believed.
The moment the tie fluttered around Ichigo's now red wrists, he clung to the larger man, rolling him over so he was over him, securing long arms to the same pole with his tie.
Grimmjow gaped at the smirking orange headed man, heated glare now clearly revealing his lust.
Ichigo leaned down, licking Grimmjow's ear before he whispered, each word tinged with irritation, lust and amusement, "Now it's your turn to see things my way, Grimm."