Rosenrot
Tiefe Brunnen muss man graben
wenn man klares Wasser will
Rosenrot oh Rosenrot
Tiefe Wasser sind nicht still
Grimmjow cocked an eyebrow at the script in his hands and curled his lip.
"The fuck is this shit?" he muttered before sighing and trying yet again to get back into character.
Grimmjow was to be performing in three weeks' time with the drama troupe he was a part of –a short piece by an aspiring playwright from ASU about a man in love with a woman in a coma– and he hadn't even learned half of his lines yet. He wasn't the lead role like he had wanted but he still had a rather major part as the woman's father. It was easier said than done though because all he could think of in that moment was that Ichigo was out at a party probably hooking up right then. And who would deny him? Grimmjow knew he wouldn't have. Even though it was stupid to think like that, Ichigo wasn't his –yet– and had every right to do whatever the hell he pleased, but Grimmjow was possessive over the things he coveted and Ichigo was certainly on that long list. The only thing that kept him in his room instead of trying to find the party Ichigo was at was the fact that the two had a date tomorrow night. At the thought of Ichigo making dinner just for him Grimmjow smirked and shook his head. He could almost overlook it if Ichigo did hook up that night. Almost.
At the knock on his bedroom door Grimmjow threw down the script he was supposed to be memorizing, giving up completely on the idea of getting any work done that night, and walked irritably to answer it. At the sight of the man standing on the other side his lip curled and he was sorely tempted to shut it again. Szayel smiled and cocked his head to the side before speaking in a slow voice.
"Busy?" he asked, a slight purse to his lips that made him look both sleazy and sexy at the same time.
"Yes." Grimmjow lied smoothly even though he knew Szayel would see right through it.
"Mmm," Szayel hummed, reaching up and placing a single finger in the middle of Grimmjow's chest and pressing. "I think that you are a horrible liar and if you don't let me in your room I'll tell mom and dad what you've been doing for all your hard. Earned. Money." Grimmjow's eyes widened, just as Szayel had known they would, and he reluctantly took a step backwards.
"I hate you." Grimmjow hissed and Szayel breezed past him as it if were his own room he was walking into.
"You say that as if it would bother me." Szayel mused.
"What do you want? I'm studying." Grimmjow reached for the script now sitting atop an unfolded and hopefully clean pile of clothes and made a poor attempt at looking as if he were actually reading it.
"Right." Szayel said at length, again pursing his lips and crossing his arms over his thin chest.
"I need a ride to Lakewood. I must… see someone." Szayel waved his hand in the air in front of him as if to ward off any objections Grimmjow may or may not have before he could voice them.
"I…."
"And plus, that one thing you were looking forward to getting? Well Sammy will be there and I've asked him to make sure that he has everything ready for you."
Grimmjow perked up at that and dropped his hands to his sides as a slow grin stretched his lips. He'd been trying to get ahold of the elusive DJ for days and it never failed to amaze him that Szayel could so easily do what others could not.
"Well fuck. Why didn't you say so? Let me get my keys."
Szayel smirked and tossed his short pink hair a bit as he strode from the room ahead of Grimmjow. He never liked being in that pigsty very long as it was and it was already making him itch to clean it up. And Szayel Aporro did not clean up after anyone. Grimmjow shoved his keys, wallet and cell phone in the pockets of his pants and followed Szayel out, glad to have something to do that would be keeping his mind clearer than it had been all night. At least he hoped it would.
Shinji cocked an eyebrow at the dresser sitting in front of a door and wondered if he had finally found where Ichigo had disappeared to. Nnoi had been ready to go for over twenty minutes and was getting a little more than irritated that they had yet to find the orange haired young man. Before he had stomped out of the house ten minutes before he had flatly stated that if Shinji hadn't found the kid by the time he had brought the car back he was leaving without him. Though Shinji had no idea how Ichigo had managed to find himself basically boarded up in a room he was sure he'd hear all about it when Ichigo sobered up. After all, there was no way Ichigo was locked in a room and silent unless he was passed out or…. Shinji cocked his other eyebrow and moved to push the dresser out of the way. He was going to have so much fun if Ichigo were in the middle of doing the deed, especially with how much of a fuss the younger man had made about that not being the reason for coming to this party in the first place. Really he couldn't expect much less from Shinji.
Once the furniture was moved and Shinji was panting, irritated that he felt so out of breath after something as simple as that, he reached for the door knob and yanked the door itself open. To his surprise it wasn't Ichigo that caught his attention first but the white haired young man he had seen fighting with Ichigo earlier. A limp body thudded to the floor at his feet, disheveled and sporting one of the largest hickeys on the side of his neck that Shinji had ever seen. He wasn't sure his eyes could widen further until he noticed the young man's pants were still undone and that Ichigo was slumped on the floor directly across from him. Quickly figuring out what must have happened between the two Shinji did his best not to laugh as he carefully pulled his phone from his pocket and snapped off a few bits of blackmail. Once satisfied, he stepped over Shiro and crouched in front of Ichigo.
"Hey, Ichigo." Shinji said in an even tone, reaching up to place a hand on Ichigo's shoulder.
Ichigo mumbled something and his brow furrowed but he made no attempt at moving or rousing. Shinji let out a small giggle and placed his other hand on Ichigo's opposite shoulder, shaking him this time.
"Wake up stupid or I'll send Nnoi up here to do it for me." he threatened.
Ichigo's eyes fluttered open and he frowned at Shinji. "What…?"
"Hey there. It's time to go Mr. Stud."
Ichigo continued to frown and sighed, bringing one leg up and resting an arm on the knee. He hissed and jerked his arm back, now far more awake that he had been moments before, and looked down at the wound he had received. And then, of course, what he had done came rushing back to him in blinding Technicolor. The bruise, complete with deep teeth marks and even a small bit of dried and flaking blood, was violent purple, black and red and now that he was awake he could feel it throbbing. He looked up and passed Shinji to the body still sleeping on the floor in front of him and barely suppressed a shudder. Oh God, what had he done now? But before he could get too far in his thinking Shinji stood and turned, nudging Shiro in the side with his foot.
"Hey Princess, time to get up." Shinji cooed and Shiro frowned in his sleep.
Shinji giggled. "I'm not going to ask what happened… yet. You can tell me all about it later. Right now though, Nnoi is going to leave both of us here so we need to get going."
Ichigo struggled to his feet, happy that he was going to have some time to mull things over before Shinji started in with the questions. He wasn't even remotely ready to start thinking about it yet. Shinji continued to stare down at Shiro, his face now full of concentration as he looked the pale man over when it suddenly struck him why he was attracted to this fellow. Shinji turned and reached for Ichigo's chin, yanking his head down so he could get a closer look at Ichigo's face. Soft brown eyes widened and Shinji shook his head.
"Ho-ly fuck. I didn't realize this until just now but… you two are practically identical."
Ichigo frowned, eyes darting down to Shiro's prone form again. "Are not." he grumbled and pushed out of the small half bathroom. That was too weird to even think about right then.
Shinji giggled and stepped over Shiro, leaving him in the doorway on the floor as he led to way out to where Nnoi had told him that he'd be waiting with the car. He had a feeling he was going to have fun with this little bit of information as well.
The moment he had been dropped off at his place Ichigo had jumped in the shower and washed away as much of the night as he could. While he couldn't say that he hadn't enjoyed himself while playing around with Shiro, a part of him felt more than a little guilty for what he had done. The rational side of him pointed out that he had done nothing to feel guilty about but his emotional side called foul on his actions. He'd jerked off Grimmjow's best friend. Any way he tried to rationalize that it was still wrong of him. Ichigo shuddered as he recalled what he had done later and he did his best to focus on making a list of grocery items he would need to make the hot pot for dinner that night. Maybe if he did his best to forget about it, it would all bowl over and everyone could happily move on with their lives. But every time he bumped his arm against something, or looked down to see the bandage he had wrapped around the bruise, he knew it wasn't going to be that easy.
Now that it was nearly seven and Grimmjow's arrival was imminent Ichigo did his best to focus only on preparing dinner. He was nervous, more than, and he didn't really understand all the reasons why. It wasn't as if he had never cooked for anyone before. It wasn't as if he had never even cooked for a date before, though admittedly those dates had always been female and they had never really meant much to him in the first place. He suddenly remembered one girl he had been seeing before he had left Japan and shuddered at the memory of the food she had tried to feed him. He'd made a conscious effort to either take her out of be the one cooking the entire short time they had dated. It struck Ichigo then that he was quickly growing attached to Grimmjow in more ways than one and the thought made him frown slightly.
At the knock on his door Ichigo jumped and nearly cut himself on the knife he had been using to chop the napa. He let out a deep breath he hadn't realized he was holding before reaching for a hand towel to wipe his hands and walking to answer it. A wide grin met Ichigo's eyes and he watched as Grimmjow slowly slid a dark pair of sunglasses off his face. His blue eyes glinted in the porch light Ichigo had forgotten to turn off and his skin seemed to glow in the setting sunlight. Ichigo's eyes traveled down Grimmjow's freshly shaven cheeks to a tanned neck where a wide-linked, pressed silver chain rested. A tight deep V-necked t-shirt the color of an angry, stormy sky hugged Grimmjow's chest and arms and Ichigo swallowed, forcing himself to look back up before he started undressing Grimmjow with his eyes.
"So?" Grimmjow asked, a smirk held firmly in place.
Ichigo frowned. "What?"
Grimmjow snorted. "Do I pass whatever test you just gave me?"
Ichigo rolled his eyes and stepped back, motioning for Grimmjow to enter. "Shut up."
Grimmjow chuckled and stepped in the apartment, kicking off the cheap sandals he had been wearing in anticipation of having to divest of them the moment he came over to Ichigo's. No point in finding fancy shoes, he thought, if he was going to have to take them off anyway. Ichigo shut and locked the door before turning to head back to the kitchen when Grimmjow grabbed his arm and stopped him. Ichigo made a face when the arm Grimmjow had chosen to grab just so happened to be the injured one, but managed to compose himself before he turned back to him.
"What?" he asked, sounding more irritated than he was because now his arm was hurting again.
"Close your eyes." Grimmjow smiled and Ichigo sighed.
"Dinner…."
"Can wait two more minutes." Grimmjow finished and cocked his head to the side as he waited for Ichigo to obey him.
Ichigo rolled his eyes before finally closing them and flinched a little when he felt something press against his lips. It took only a second to realize that Grimmjow had just kissed him and he leaned into the taller man. Grimmjow's lips twitched and he pulled back from the chaste kiss the same time as he reached for the thing he had shoved into the back pocket of his jeans before Ichigo had answered the door. Ichigo's eyes fluttered open and he frowned when he realized that was as far as the kiss was going to go and he was confronted with a spiral of deep red petals. Ichigo's heart jumped, his stomach clenched and in his eyes Grimmjow watched a flash of emotions before Ichigo frowned again and switched his gaze back to blue eyes.
"I'm… not a chick." Ichigo mumbled, eyes almost immediately going back to the rose directly in front of his face.
Grimmjow smiled and bumped the petals against the tip of Ichigo's nose.
"Oh trust me…," he started, looking Ichigo up and down with slow and steady appraisal. "I am fully aware of that."
Grimmjow watched Ichigo swallow before a hand tentatively reached out and plucked the dethroned rose from Grimmjow's grasp. He hadn't really thought much about what he was doing that day as he drove to the same florist he had made an ass of himself the last time he'd been searching for something to give to Ichigo but now he was glad that he had. The look on Ichigo's face was not only priceless but it also showed Grimmjow that he had done the right thing. That blond guy had given him very useful information the night of Ichigo's birthday and Grimmjow was beginning to wonder if he was going to have to pay the guy back somehow.
Ichigo mumbled the entire way back to the kitchen to search for something to put the gorgeous flower in, all the while trying to slow his ridiculously fast beating heart. He didn't understand why he was so flustered about something like this and it irritated him. Then again he wasn't sure how he was supposed to be acting for something like this. No one had ever given him a flower before. He hadn't even known a guy could give another guy a flower, though why that surprised him he wasn't sure. Now that he thought back on it he was pretty sure that Nnoi had gotten Shinji a full bouquet a while ago for no apparent reason other than he loved him. Ichigo finally found a tall glass and filled it with water, sticking the long stemmed rose in it and frowning when he realized it was way too tall. Grimmjow smirked and walked up behind him, reaching to take the glass and asking for a pair of scissors.
"My mom has her own catering business." Grimmjow said at the look Ichigo gave him. "I don't know how many stems I've had to trim to make the center pieces work right."
Finished, Grimmjow held up the makeshift vase and smiled at Ichigo who was trying to picture Grimmjow arranging centerpieces for fancy parties.
"So where should I set this?"
Ichigo pointed to the small dinner table at the other side of the kitchen area and sighed before returning to cutting the vegetables. Grimmjow set the rose in the middle of the table and looked back at Ichigo as the sound of metal thudding through fresh greens and hitting wood commenced. His mother had always kicked him out of the kitchen while she had cooked so he took every opportunity that was presented to him to watch the process of making a meal. He wasn't sure why he felt he needed to do this but he'd never bothered to question it before and figured there was no point in doing so now.
"What is this?" he asked, walking up slowly behind Ichigo as he arranged more vegetables on a plate than Grimmjow had ever eaten in a weeks' worth of meals.
"Sukiyaki. Uhm… beef hot pot."
Grimmjow grinned at the foreign word and leaned against the counter to continue watching. He loved the way Ichigo's mouth moved as he spoke in Japanese. Ichigo reached for a medium mixing bowl to make the sauce, pouring in premeasured amounts of soy sauce, hon mirin, sugar, and water before mixing them together thoroughly. Once he was finished he started taking things to the table, all the while Grimmjow's eyes fixed on him. Ichigo turned on the hot plate in the middle of the table and poured a little bit of oil in the pan he had set on top of it before turning back to grab the rest of the things they would need from the kitchen. He stopped and looked at Grimmjow with a frown before he opened the drawer he and Renji kept their utensils all mixed together and started searching for a fork.
"Do you know how to use chopsticks?" he asked and Grimmjow shrugged.
"Can't be that hard, right?"
Ichigo snorted and smirked. "I'll get you a fork anyway."
Less than a minute later they were seated and Grimmjow watched Ichigo fry up the thinly sliced beef that had been set on the table with everything else. He made a face at the small bowl of raw egg in front of him and cocked an eyebrow at Ichigo as he began to place the vegetables inside the pot as well.
"Why is there an egg?"
Ichigo looked up as he was spooning the sauce he had made over the food and answered, "You dip the food in it." Grimmjow frowned and looked back down at the bowl.
"Uhm…."
"I thought you wanted to try Japanese food?" the corner of Ichigo's mouth twitched and he placed a lid over the top of the food to let it simmer.
"Yeah but… raw egg? Won't that make me sick?"
Ichigo shook his head and reached for a new pair of chopsticks. "They're pasteurized first. Trust me. It's fine."
Still looking skeptical Grimmjow sighed and sat back in his chair. By the time Ichigo pulled back the lid again and the smell hit Grimmjow he had forgotten all about the raw egg he was supposed to dip his food into. He watched as Ichigo picked up his chopsticks and mumbled a word he didn't recognize under his breath.
"What was that?"
"Itadakimasu. Uhm… let's eat. It sounds really lame in English though." Ichigo chuckled and broke apart his chopsticks.
As Grimmjow watched Ichigo reached into the pan and pulled out a bit of food, shaking the excess sauce from it before lifting the egg bowl with his free hand and dipping the food into it. Grimmjow's nose curled as the first bite entered Ichigo's mouth and the man chewed and swallowed it easily. Ichigo licked his lips and looked up.
"You gonna eat?"
Grimmjow cleared his throat and reached for his fork, stopping himself before switching to the chopsticks. The corner of Ichigo's mouth twitched and he watched as Grimmjow made a valiant effort at trying to hold them properly in his hand. He dropped the bit of mushroom he tried to pick up four times before growling and stabbing it on the end of one of the chopsticks. He picked up the bowl of egg and sighed deeply before dipping a small corner of the mushroom into the egg and lifting it slowly to his mouth, all the while trying to ignore the fact that Ichigo was desperately trying not to laugh at him. He looked up and caught Ichigo's eyes as he bit into the soft mushroom, the egg making it slimy in his mouth. He swallowed quickly and didn't bother trying to suppress the shiver that overtook him the moment it finished sliding down his throat. Ichigo snorted and looked down at the table.
"I… think I'll forgo the egg thanks." Grimmjow said, shivering again and reaching for a glass of water Ichigo had set out.
"It's an… acquired taste."
The next few minutes Ichigo did his best to hold in his laughter as Grimmjow continued to struggle with his chopsticks. Grimmjow flat out refused to switch back to his fork and finally just reached into the pot and grabbed a bit of meat with his fingers. He almost dropped it when Ichigo's chopsticks struck him across the back of the hand and the redhead nearly fell out of his chair at the look the Grimmjow gave him.
"So… how was the party last night?" Grimmjow asked suddenly, itching to find out just how much fun Ichigo had had the night before and take the attention away from his multiple failed attempts at using his chopsticks.
Ichigo went still a moment and cleared his throat.
"It was… okay I guess. I almost got in a fight though."
Grimmjow's eyebrows rose and he reached into the pot again with his hands. "Oh yeah? Looks like you won."
"I said almost. Nnoi stepped in and stopped it." Grimmjow snorted at that and popped another mushroom in his mouth.
"So that all?"
Ichigo bit his lip and shook his head, reaching down and rubbing his bandaged arm absently. He'd decided that he at the very least had to admit to being bitten, if not to the entire story behind the who and the how it had all happened. He stalled for time and grabbed another bit of food, chewing slow before taking a large drink of water.
"I kinda… got bit."
"What?" Grimmjow leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. "How the hell did that happen?"
Ichigo shrugged. "Some stupid drunk guy. It's no big deal really."
Grimmjow's eyes darted to the bandaged arm, noticing it for the first time, and he scowled.
"If it's not a big deal then why tell me?"
Shit. "I… I figured you'd see it and ask about it later anyway." he quickly covered, suddenly wishing he'd brought out something better to drink than water.
One thin blue eyebrow rose and Grimmjow cleared his throat. It sounded reasonable but Ichigo was still acting a bit funny about it.
"Lemmie see it."
"What? Not at the table." Ichigo insisted, irrationally thinking that if Grimmjow saw it he'd know who had done it.
Grimmjow smirked. "Fine. After. I wanna see what as so bad you had to cover it up."
Ichigo shrugged. "It just looks gross." When Grimmjow opened his mouth to ask more questions Ichigo cut him off and asked one of his own.
"I've been meaning to ask you…." he looked into Grimmjow's eyes. "Why did you get all weird when I fucked you?"
The water that Grimmjow had been trying to drink got stuck midway in his esophagus and he choked, sputtering it everywhere and coughing loudly. Ichigo smirked a little in triumph and waited for Grimmjow to settle.
"What are you talking about?" he finally said, his voice a bit raw from the coughing.
Ichigo gave him bland look and decided that if Grimmjow wanted him to spell it out he would do just that.
"The day we did the last movie, you got all weird before and told me not to hold anything against you later. And then when we fucked you…."
"Just… okay just stop." Grimmjow hung his head a moment and cleared his throat a few times.
"I just don't see what the big deal was. So you got a little more vocal than the other times."
"You don't… it's just…."
"It's just what?"
"Embarrassing, okay?" Grimmjow was now refusing to meet Ichigo's eyes and Ichigo scowled.
"But why? It was… like… the hottest thing ever?" Ichigo blushed a little and looked away, missing the look that Grimmjow shot him at those words.
"You'd be surprised at how many people it's turned off." he muttered and Ichigo snorted before looking him directly in the eye.
"Yeah right."
"I'm serious! You know, there are guys out there that won't work with me because of it."
"Bullshit." Ichigo sat forward and rested his elbows on the table. "And anyone who doesn't think that's hot as fucking hell is an asshole anyway."
Grimmjow's face flushed ever so slightly and he dropped his head back. "Can we talk about something else please?"
Ichigo sighed and nodded. "Yeah. If you're done I need to put the rest of this stuff away."
Once everything was washed and put away they moved to the living room to figure out what movie to watch. Ichigo let Grimmjow have control of the remote and leaned back on the couch, sighing and suddenly feeling more tired than he had been when he had woken up early that afternoon. He had no idea what Grimmjow finally settled on but whatever it was it was loud. Grimmjow settled back on the couch beside him and looked him up and down before smiling.
"Uhm… thanks for dinner. It was really good."
Ichigo snorted. "Except the egg dip."
Grimmjow made a face and Ichigo laughed. "I just… no. I can't do that."
"It's fine."
"Oh shit, I almost forgot." Grimmjow said suddenly, sitting forward and reaching into his back pocket for something.
When it wasn't immediately found Grimmjow began to mutter under his breath and stood, searching all of his pockets and finally finding what it was he was looking for in his left front pocket. He grinned and sat again, turning his body towards Ichigo and handing him a small flash drive.
"What is it?" Ichigo looked at the small pink object with a frown and Grimmjow smiled.
"Well, I know how you like dubstep and all that and I know this guy that mixes like… the fuckin' best in Arizona. So…." Grimmjow grabbed Ichigo's arm and pressed the device into his open palm.
"You got me stuff straight from the source?" Ichigo asked stupidly, looking down at his hand and wondering if Grimmjow would get upset if he said he wanted to listen to it immediately.
"Yup. A couple of them he hasn't even done live yet so other than a few other people you'll be the first to hear it."
"Oh my God." Ichigo whispered and turned the drive over in his hand. "Why is it pink?"
Grimmjow sighed and fell back into the cushions of the couch, relieved that Ichigo actually liked what he had gotten for him. He'd been a little worried the night before when he had been transferring everything to the flash drive that Ichigo would think it was a stupid idea. Ichigo looked like he wanted nothing more than to ditch out and zone into the music right then but Grimmjow's wasn't even remotely ready to leave him alone yet so he decided to keep talking and bring the attention back to himself.
"It's Sammy's; the DJ. He only gives his music out on pink flash drives."
Ichigo grunted and reluctantly set the thing on the coffee table.
"Thank you." he said quietly, shifting closer to Grimmjow as he did.
"Welcome." Grimmjow returned before smirking. "You could, ya know, show me yer appreciation somehow."
Ichigo shook his head. "Yeah I could." he looked up, amusement clear in his eyes. "But I'm not gonna."
"Ass."
Ichigo chuckled. "Not as big as you are. Way to ruin a nice romantic moment there Grimm."
"Gimmie a break. Yer just so hot I couldn't help myself." Ichigo rolled his eyes and Grimmjow continued. "There you sit, all wrapped up in too many clothes and tempting me to just rip them all off." he shook his head slowly. "Just rude."
"Right. I'm just too irresistible, aren't I?" Ichigo laughed and Grimmjow nodded.
"Yeah." he said as he stretched his arm out on the back of the couch behind Ichigo. "You are."
They finally turned their attention to the movie that had already started and settled into a comfortable silence. Every couple minutes Ichigo would try and surreptitiously stretch his neck in an attempt to soothe his sore muscles but only ended up making things worse. Grimmjow watched out of the corner of his eye and finally rolled his eyes, reaching out with the hand he had stretched out behind Ichigo's head and running his fingers gently up the back of his neck. Ichigo jerked forward and looked at Grimmjow accusingly but the blue haired man only smiled at him.
"Want me to rub yer neck?" he asked, letting his fingers dig into the muscle a little harder as he did so. Ichigo's eyes rolled a little and he let his head fall forward.
"Y-yeah. If you want to." he mumbled and Grimmjow chuckled.
"I asked didn't I?" he said quietly and Ichigo's eyes closed when Grimmjow began to work his fingers deeper into the muscles.
When Ichigo let out the first quiet moan Grimmjow couldn't help but scoot closer and press harder. It was beyond adorable the fact that Ichigo was trying so hard not to let out a sound and Grimmjow had started to unconsciously make it his mission to get Ichigo to be louder. When his thumb dragged across the juncture between neck and shoulder Ichigo moaned loudly and dropped his chin to his chest. Grimmjow swallowed and licked his lips, cocking his head to the side slightly as he tried to see what look Ichigo had on his face. When his hands switched sides Ichigo whimpered and furrowed his brow. It was enough to have Grimmjow's teeth biting down on his own lip in an attempt to stop himself from stopping the massage and pulling Ichigo down to the couch.
"Mmm. Oh God." Ichigo breathed and Grimmjow let out his breath in a rush.
Grimmjow used his thumb and forefinger on either side of Ichigo's spine and he applied as much pressure as he dared as he run them up the length to the base of Ichigo's skull. Ichigo shivered and moaned again, biting down on his lip and doing his best to control his breathing. The massage was making him feel too relaxed but he'd have cut his own finger off before he stopped Grimmjow from working whatever magic it was he was doing. He felt Grimmjow shift next to him and without thinking Ichigo lifted his head and turned it to face Grimmjow. Their eyes locked briefly before Grimmjow ducked his head and pressed his lips to the corner of Ichigo's mouth. Ichigo seemed less than satisfied with the action though and reached up to thread his fingers in Grimmjow's hair, pulling and tilting his own head so that their lips met head on. Grimmjow grunted and stopped rubbing Ichigo's neck for a moment as his concentration slipped and he parted his lips against Ichigo's.
"Kiss me." Ichigo demanded in a breathy voice and Grimmjow didn't think twice about obeying.
When Ichigo's tongue tried to tease his own he let only the tip into play, slowly raising his other arm and placing his hand on Ichigo's hip. There seemed no need to rush for him but Ichigo apparently had other ideas. Ichigo turned his body more and reached out, placing the flat of his free hand against Grimmjow's chest and pressing as if to push him back into the couch. Grimmjow's tongue pushed Ichigo's out of his mouth and followed it quickly. Ichigo groaned and stopped pushing, instead fisting his hand in Grimmjow's tight shirt.
"Slow down." Grimmjow said as he took a breath and Ichigo shook his head.
"No."
Grimmjow chuckled and nipped at Ichigo's bottom lip. "Do it anyway."
Ichigo shook his head again and started pushing Grimmjow in earnest, nearly upsetting the other man before Grimmjow grabbed Ichigo's hip and yanked the bottom half of his body forward. Using his own weight Grimmjow pushed Ichigo down on the couch and pinned him there, shifting his weight again to make himself comfortable. Ichigo's teeth were back on his lower lip and he struggled to get his leg out from underneath Grimmjow's so that he could stretch it and make himself more comfortable. Grimmjow licked his lips and watched Ichigo's face for a moment before he leaned forward and sucked him into a deep yet slow kiss. Their tongues slid languidly against each other and finally Ichigo freed his leg hooking it over the back of one of Grimmjow's. With one of Ichigo's legs still trapped between Grimmjow's thighs Ichigo bucked slowly up and ground his half hard cock into Grimmjow's hip. The hand on Ichigo's hip tightened on the thumb hooked in one of the belt loops. Grimmjow's hips ground down into Ichigo's and he pulled out of the kiss to rest his forehead against Ichigo's shoulder.
"You really need to slow down." he husked as it trying to convince the both of them that that was what they should do. That it was best.
"Why?" Ichigo asked as he let his fingers curl in the hair at the back of Grimmjow's head.
"I… I've been thinking." Grimmjow started, trying to distract himself from the fact that Ichigo was now rhythmically grinding his cock into his own now fully hard one.
"I've been thinking… maybe we shouldn't go all the way tonight."
Ichigo stopped cold and sucked in a breath.
"What?" he snapped and yanked on Grimmjow's hair so the man had no choice but to look at him. "What do you mean not go all the way tonight?"
Grimmjow grit his teeth and frowned down at Ichigo, eyes darting between two dark brown and slightly confused ones.
"I just… think we should take things a little slower…."
"But why?" Ichigo practically whined and Grimmjow sighed before smiling softly and reaching up to brush his thumb against Ichigo's high cheekbone gently.
"Because I like you and I don't want you thinking I'm only in this for the sex."
All the steam seemed to abruptly leave Ichigo and his brow furrowed as his bottom lip pouted out a little.
"Oh." he whispered, his stomach flipping gently and his heart beginning to flutter.
Ichigo sucked his lip between his teeth and his eyes slid closed as he reached up with both arms and slowly pulled Grimmjow closer, hugging him to him as he tried to calm his raging hormones. He never would have imagined Grimmjow would say something like that, especially not after the way he had acted up until that moment, and he wasn't sure how to deal with whatever it was that was going on inside of him. One thing he was sure of though was the fact that he liked Grimmjow as well and a part of him was trying really hard to respect him for wanting to take things a little slower. His libido wanted nothing to do with that however and he shook a little as he tried to control it. Grimmjow buried his face in Ichigo's neck and spread small kisses slowly across the feverish skin.
"If you don't stop, I'll leave." Grimmjow taunted and Ichigo blew out his breath.
"You suck, you know that?"
Grimmjow chuckled and kissed the corner of Ichigo's jaw. "I get told that a lot."
"I bet." Ichigo said in a bland tone before he pushed Grimmjow up so that he could look at his face again.
"Well if you don't wanna finish this then you had better get off me."
Grimmjow raised himself up on his arms, locking his elbows to hold himself there a moment. He lowered his head for one last, sweetly slow kiss before sitting up and pulling Ichigo up with him. Ichigo sighed heavily and leaned his head back against the thick cushions of the couch.
"You suck." he repeated and Grimmjow chuckled again.
"Shut up and watch the movie." he muttered, throwing his arm back behind Ichigo's head and settling in just in time to see the credits begin to roll.
"Shit, we missed it."
"Yer fault." Ichigo pouted and Grimmjow tapped the back of his head.
"Was not, Mr. Grabby Hands over here started molesting me."
When Ichigo slapped him in the chest Grimmjow laughed and reached for the remote. "You have a DVR right?" he asked as he rewound the movie he had really been looking forward to watching with Ichigo.
Ichigo sighed and rested his head against Grimmjow's shoulder as the movie started over and they settled in to actually watch it this time. As much as he had been hoping to get somewhere with Grimmjow that night, especially since they were actually alone without the prospect of getting interrupted this time, he was at least a little happy that they were just going to enjoy their time together. When Grimmjow's hand fell to Ichigo's shoulder and he was pulled closer Ichigo smiled and let his eyes drift closed for a moment. Actually… he could get used to stuff like this.
Deep wells must be dug
if you want clear water
Rose-red, oh Rose-red
Deep waters don't run still
A/N So sorry it took so long to get this out but I've been soooo sick lately. Anway, I don't have much to say about this other than I hope you all enjoy it. If you haven't seen the new fics I started (Twin Flames volume 2 and the triplets story Sins of the Fathers) please go check them out! I'll get and replying to all of your lovely reviews as soon as this is posted.
Translations:
hon mirin*(A kind of rice wine used for cooking)
napa*(Variety of Chinese cabbage)
Enjoy~
~Penny