AnimeWriterTycoonGirl: Ladies and Gentlemen….this is THE last chapter of Amoris Oppositi. I cannot express my gratitude to you all for putting up with my ridiculously long delays and craziness. Thank you to everyone who favorited, followed, and reviewed this story. Every one of those notifications meant the world to me and boosted my confidence as a writer.
But now it is time to draw this story to a close. I have so many other story ideas crowding my head, and I figured out pretty quickly I cannot write for multiple stories at a time without one (or three in this case) being pushed to the side until one is finally finished. Don't worry though; I have decided I WILL do a sequel to this story. I haven't decided on a name for it yet, but there will in fact be a sequel. It will definitely be shorter and less dramatic than this story. More sex involved, definitely, but a lot less drama. Ha-ha.
Like last time, I am going to keep the kinks a secret (they are much raunchier than the ShiOrra chapter). I won't lie, some of them might be weird, but I did my best to find ones people would enjoy. I'm sure some of you will find them interesting. Happy readings!
Chapter Warnings: Kinks, Sex, Swearing, Comedy, Rangiku's Boyfriend, Fluff, Exam Stress (I'm sure all of us can relate)
**There will be German translations at the end of the chapter. If there are any German speaking readers who would like to correct me please don't hesitate to do so! I know very little and relied on Google Translate. Any corrections would be appreciated! Thanks so much in advance!**
EXTRA LONG CHAPTER SINCE THIS IS THE END! Love you all!
Amoris Oppositi part XXVIII
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Ichigo and Shiro sighed in relief as they left cram school and waited for the train to take them back home. It was the beginning of January, which meant the first entrance exam was only two weeks away. For the most part, Ichigo was confident that he would do well enough to get into Tokyo U, but his brother…well…
Shiro was in a mood, his colored twin's signature scowl found on his white face. He was nowhere near as good as his brother or lover in the Mathematics department, and the second day of exams would be largely math based. He could probably get by on the first day, but he knew he was screwed for the second day. He desperately wanted to get into Tokyo U with his brother and lover, who he knew would be invited to take the second exam and easily get in. He had only recently gotten into the top twenty of his class; his brother has always remained within the top ten or fifteen. The younger twin was so discouraged he hardly cared when he pressed his forehead against the train window with a small groan, ignoring the mild disturbed looks of his fellow passengers.
Ichigo sighed once again. "Oi, Shiro, don't do that. You'll get marks all over the window." He scolded lightly. When his brother dully looked at him he tried to smile. "You've improved in your math skills. Don't stress out too much. There's no way you won't be invited to take the second entrance exam." He offered as a means to soothe his disheartened younger brother.
Shiro snorted quietly. "Tch, I ain't you, King. I don't understand vectors an' shit ta way ya an' Ulquiorra do. Just face it, unless they really screw up this year I'm gonna be lucky ta get inta a two year school." He argued sullenly. The pressure to do well on the exams was really taking a toll on him. He had even given up boxing in the last few weeks in order to try and get better grades and understandings of his weakest subjects. Which were of course, anything that wasn't earth science, less advanced math, geography, history, or civics. While that sounds impressive, it still meant he had a lot of work to do in his designated foreign language (he chose Korean to make it a little easier on himself), traditional Japanese, modern Japanese (you've heard him speak right?), and those higher leveled math courses.
Ichigo frowned softly at his reasoning. "You don't know that. Exams have gotten easier nowadays since there aren't as many people to take the exams like there have in the past. And you know you're great in some subjects that would easily blow some of your weaker scores out of the water. Don't be so hard on yourself. Besides, there's still plenty of time to prep. You know you can ask Ulquiorra or me for help on any subjects you're struggling with." He added.
That's true; all four of them have come together to study in the past few weeks in order to prepare for one of the hardest exams they'll ever take in their lives. Ulquiorra had offered before to create a study sheet for Shiro regarding math and the sciences, but the stubborn teen had refused due to his pride in trying to learn it all on his own. Now, that offer was looking extremely good for the exhausted teen.
Shiro grinned slightly at that. "Yeah…tha's true. Ya think his offer ta make me a study guide is still on ta table?" he asked as they switched to the next train.
Ichigo snorted. "If I know Ulquiorra, he's already written it up for you and waiting for you to finally ask for it." The twins snickered at the very likely scenario. "Still, now that you bring it up, I wonder how they're doing. Going to that prestigious high school is bound to help them out a lot, but I'm willing to bet Grimmjow's just as stressed out by the exam as you are." He realized.
"Tha's right. Aint he technically a ronin* fer not goin' ta university an' stayin' an extra year in high school?" Shiro wondered out loud as they finally got back to Karakura town.
Ichigo shook his head. "Nah….he didn't fail the Center exam; he never took it. So he doesn't count as a ronin. I already asked him before." He explained. Being a ronin nowadays meant a student had failed to get into their preferred university, and studied for an extra year in order to get into that school. Since Grimmjow had gotten himself held back a year intentionally, people often mistook him for a ronin, much to the heir's annoyance. Shiro's mouth made an 'o' shape as he understood. "I'm actually pretty curious to seeing how he's holding up right now. He didn't seem to be very confident in his abilities when we last studied together." He recalled. Grimmjow wasn't an idiot, he definitely beat all of them in civics studies, but he was just as bad in the sciences as Shiro was (who's only strength was Earth Science). He was a bit better at mathematics, but nowhere near the level Ichigo or Ulquiorra were at.
"Maybe they're out a' cram school too. Ya should call him. I know I'm gonna call Ulqui." Shiro suggested.
Ichigo hummed in thought as they got to their house. Isshin knew how tired and stressed his sons were from prepping for the Center exam, and stepped away from his normally childish attacks on them. To be honest, the twins missed the daily attacks, but didn't dare admit it out loud. Right now, he was outside playing with Tamotsu, who had grown triple his original puppy size.
"Hey you two! How was cram school?" he asked with a calm smile. The twins gave him dual thumbs up and he grinned. "That's my boys! I know you're gonna do great! Keep up the great work!" he cheered on, striking a pose until Tamotsu started nibbling on him in the calf. The twins snickered at his yelp of pain as they entered the house. Inside, their mother was already working on dinner.
"Welcome back Ichigo, Shiro." She stated warmly from her spot in the kitchen. "I figured you boys would be tired so I already set out some green tea to perk you back up." she called, indicating to the still steaming cups in the dining room.
Ichigo breathed in the calming aroma and sighed happily. "Thanks mom. We really needed this." He said gratefully as he sipped at the rejuvenating liquid slowly. Shiro offered a similar thanks as he gulped his down in one go. "Geez Shiro, what's the rush? We can allow ourselves a little time to relax." He noted as his brother rushed to wash out his cup.
Shiro snorted. "Maybe if we were both top ten students, but I aint tha' lucky. I'm gonna call Ulquiorra right now an' pray he does have some study sheets ready ta fax over." He announced as he bounded for the clinic, where the clinic fax machine doubled as the family one. Ichigo rolled his eyes at his brother's antics but let him be. He didn't look it, but he was also pretty nervous about this exam. He didn't want to become a ronin, and he knew there was no other school he wanted to get into besides Tokyo University.
Now that his brother had put the idea into his head, he decided now would be a good time to try and call his boyfriend. Maybe offer a few words of encouragement and hopefully get some back. He cleaned his cup and headed up to his room, dialing Grimmjow's number as he went.
He only had to wait for two rings before the older teen answered. "Yo, what's up?" came that deep smooth voice he'd missed.
"Hey…just got out of cram school and felt a little burned out. Was wondering if you felt the same way." He joked as he fell onto his bed. Grimmjow snorted on the other end of the phone.
"Burnt out? More like burnt into fucking ashes." He groaned. "I can't wait for these damned exams to be over and done with. I've never been so stressed in my whole fucking life." He griped. Ichigo snorted.
"Really? More stressed than the time your dad was being poisoned or when Nel was almost put into harm's way?" he asked dryly. He wasn't trying to be cruel, but his boyfriend was clearly over exaggerating how tense he was.
He could practically feel his boyfriend's glare from the other end of the phone. "Oh fuck you, why the hell did you have to bring that up?" he snapped. Ichigo sighed softly.
"Because there is no way you should be this nervous about the entrance exams. You go to a prestigious private school that practically grooms you to go to places like Kyoto, Osaka, and Tokyo Universities. Your name alone will help bolster your chances for getting into Tokyo U. I don't think you have much reason to be that worried. I called to remind you of that." He reasoned calmly.
There was a brief pause on the other end. "…Yeah, I guess you're right about that. But there's still the pressure of doing well so I earn my place. It's bad enough so many damned people think I'm a fucking ronin." He grumbled.
Ichigo laughed. "You know there's nothing wrong with being a ronin right?" he teased.
"Really? Would you be ok with ending up one this year?" Grimmjow shot back. When he didn't get a response he snorted. "Yeah, that's what I thought. There's still a lot of pressure to do well, especially because my asshole of a dad was such a great student at my school. There's less than subtle expectations Ulquiorra and I will follow or surpass his achievements." He grounded out, clearly annoyed to follow in his father's footsteps yet again.
Ichigo bit his lip when asked about the possibility of being a ronin, but shook his head at the stubborn bluenette. "Well, you know what you want to do. So there's no need to feel pressured to become a lawyer like your dad is. And hey, you are far better than the rest of us in Civics studies, so don't feel useless. The only real bad area you have is math right? Eh…let's change the subject; what foreign language are you planning to focus on for your exam?" he asked, always wondering but never asking the ultramarine haired teen about the subject.
"Believe it or not, German. I got pretty interested in the language ever since we visited Germany when I was a kid. My first name is German actually, and so is Ulquiorra's, but I doubt you knew that." He explained.
Ichigo blinked in surprise. "You….you know German?" he asked in amazement. He vaguely knew a few terms due to Ulquiorra's own use of the language, but he knew that the younger heir was linguistically talented. Never did he imagine Grimmjow also knew the language.
"Ja, ich bin fast fließend, nur…nicht so stark in der Schreibabteilung." Grimmjow stated confidently in his smooth, already irresistible baritone. The accent was perfect too, so it was even more lethal in its allure. Ichigo swallowed thickly as he felt himself get a little warm after hearing….whatever those words meant.
"Uh…..what….what does that mean? It sounded pretty good." He managed after a few seconds of struggling to find his own voice. That gorgeous voice snickered softly on the other side, and his heart fluttered at the sound.
"I said, 'Yeah, I'm almost fluent, just not so strong in the writing department.' I can read in it, but it's a bitch compared to kanji. Then again, I'm sure the rest of the world thinks kanji and hiragana are hard as hell too. Naja, was denkst du?" he asked teasingly, as though he knew his skilled tongue was a new weakness for his redheaded lover.
Ichigo's mouth went dry at that teasing tone and unknown tongue. "Grimmjow…it's not fair that I can't answer you when I don't even know what the question is." He pleaded softly. Grimmjow laughed yet again.
"Alright, I'll admit that was a little mean. I just asked your opinion and if you thought the same." He explained with an unseen grin. Oh yes, he definitely could tell that his little Berry was very affected by his German. He intended to toy with him later when exams were over. "But anyways, what language are you focusing on?" he asked, thankfully in Japanese.
Ichigo blushed on the other side, still visibly affected by his lover's second language. "Well….I figured I would do mine in English and Chinese. I might not be perfectly skilled in it, but they're important languages to know if you want to communicate with people across the world." He explained.
Grimmjow made a noise of interest. "Wow, so is Ulquiorra. I shouldn't be shocked that you two would chose the same languages for the Center Exam. I wish you the best of luck in it though; English is even more a bitch than German in my opinion." He added with a snort.
Ichigo shrugged before remembering Grimmjow couldn't see it. "Well, it's the one I am the most proficient with compared to the other four. I'm surprised he isn't going to go all out on the foreign language exam considering he's fluent in so many languages. I have a small handle on Korean, but that's hardly anything to boast about since our languages are so similar. If anything, German and French are going to be my weakest links in the foreign languages exam."
Some students knew they were not going to do as well in the foreign language section of the Center Exam, and usually focused on one or two languages they knew they could succeed in order to pad against lower scores on the other languages. Memorization always helped, but for those who were truly interested in learning a language, it was the best way to show off their proficiency.
"Well, that sucks. You know, Ulquiorra and I were going to cram study over the next few weekends with our friends here at the manor. You and Shiro could come over and we could help you with your weaker subjects. The Center Exam is the same for everyone after all." He offered.
Ichigo smiled brightly at the kind offer but realized something. "Really? You sure that the other people wouldn't mind?" he asked, knowing he and his twin would stick out sorely among the private school kids. Grimmjow laughed.
"You're kidding right? It's mostly gonna be the people you've already met, with a small addition of Ulquiorra's new friends. Hell, if it makes you feel that nervous, why not bring over some of your friends too? Like I said, it's the same damned test for everyone." He pointed out.
Now it was Ichigo's turn to laugh. "If I do that, we're gonna need a hell of a lot bigger space to accommodate everyone. Everyone but Keigo and Mizurio are dedicated to studying for the exam." He warned.
Grimmjow snorted. "Are those two seriously proud for being the lowest in their class? Morons…but yeah, I guess you got a point. Hell, we can rent out a conference room to study in. Everyone knows how to get to Central, and it's probably easier for your friends who might not have a car." He suggested as an alternative.
The orangette's eyebrows shot into his hairline. "Rent a conference room just for a bunch of highschoolers to study? I don't think many places would be interested in doing that." He argued. He was sure his uncle would be happy to help, but his hotels didn't have any conference rooms in them, strictly being built for relaxation.
The bluenette laughed again on the other line. "Seriously Ichigo? Have you forgotten who you're talking to? I can make just about anything happen with a few phone calls. Besides, if all else fails, my dad's law building is even easier an option since we own the damned place. Hell, now that I think of it…we should just do it there. You know where the building is, right?" he asked.
Ichigo had to admit, it sounded like a great idea, and a conference room in a lawyer's building would definitely have the space for so many people. "Well…not really. But I'm sure we can find it no problem. I'll ask the guys at lunch tomorrow to see if they're interested. Thanks so much for offering this." He added gratefully.
Grimmjow smirked. "No problem! Gives us an excuse to hang out, even if it is just to study. Fuck I can't wait for these exams to be done with already." He griped.
Ichigo smirked. "You already said that you know." he pointed out in a mocking tone. At the growl he received he laughed. "I'm only kidding. We're all nervous for this exam, so trust me, I know how you feel. I should probably get back to studying…I'll call you tomorrow to let you know how many people are interested, alright?" he suggested, noting it was getting close to dinner time.
The heir sighed. "Alright, I guess we've been dicking around long enough. Talk to you tomorrow." He stated, unwilling to cut the conversation short.
The redhead smiled softly. "Ok…goodnight Grimmjow. Love you." He said, and immediately ended the call with a grin. Completing the call with those two words were bound to boost Grimmjow's spirits. God knows they did for him. He had just put his phone down when it buzzed with Grimmjow's text tone.
G: Tease. ;P Love you too Ichigo. Goodnight.
The teen's heart fluttered at the sweet message as he tried to will himself not to smile too much. As he renewed his studying, it was clear the grin on his face was not going away.
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"I can't believe your boyfriend was able to hold a freaking conference room for us to study in. That's amazing!" Tatsuki exclaimed as the large group walked through the crowded streets of Central Tokyo. The group comprised of the twins, Chad, Orihime, Rangiku, Renji, Rukia, Tatsuki, Toshiro, and Uryuu. It was Saturday in the early afternoon, so they were all dressed in casual clothes. Grimmjow insisted they didn't need to dress up for the office building. Unusually though, Rangiku ignored that rule, joining the group in a pretty ice blue dress and expensive cream colored winter coat. Her hair and makeup were also expertly done, which confused all her friends.
"Ta fuck ya lookin' all dolled up fer? We're studyin' Ran, not goin' out on dates." Shiro asked, getting close enough to realize she was also wearing perfume. She grinned happily.
"Well, I suppose now is as good a time as ever to finally come out and say it. My boyfriend works at the Aizen law firm!" she confessed with a bright smile. The girls fawned over her announcement and gushed how they couldn't wait to meet him, while most of the guys were curious about how old the guy was and how she met him if he already had a job at a prestigious law firm. Others like Chad, Toshiro, Uryuu, and Renji simply didn't think too much of it, more concerned with their studies.
"Wow! So what's he like? Is he handsome and romantic?" Orihime gushed, stars showing in her eyes. Rangiku's smile practically split her face, loving the attention.
"Oh, he's handsome alright! And such a gentleman too…though I suppose that comes with the age gap. And yes there is a little age gap. I never feel young next to him though and he certainly doesn't feel old next to me. We've been dating for almost two years now." She explained.
Ichigo raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Wow…two years? How come you never bothered to introduce him to us if it's clear you guys are committed?" he asked, surprised his feisty friend had managed to remain in such a secretive relationship. Then again, given her current clothes, she might have not wanted them to think she was a gold digger, which he understood more than ever now that he was dating a multi-millionaire's son.
The strawberry blonde shrugged. "Well, he works a lot of overtime. So whenever we do have a chance to spend time together, it's using for dates and being able to catch up. I didn't mean to make any of you feel left out or anything. It's just he has a very busy schedule is all." She reasoned.
Rukia nodded in understanding. "That makes sense. Working at the Aizen law firm must be pretty tough. I can only imagine the long hours he has to put in to maintain a job there." She wondered out loud. The group of ten could see the law firm looming in the not too distant horizon, a clear indicator they were in the business center of the city.
It was unsurprising that the building was completely white from the inside, just continuing to follow with Aizen's color scheme. The reception arena displayed just as much. The woman behind the desk almost looked annoyed as a bunch of high school brats walked into the building but perked up when she recognized one of them.
Straightening her blouse a little she beamed right at Rangiku. "Good afternoon Mastumoto-chan! I'm afraid he's in a meeting today until three thirty. Did you want me to inform him you're here?" she asked kindly. Clearly Rangiku had made a name for herself here at the law firm. And yet they were no closer to knowing who her boyfriend was, the receptionist not hinting a name.
The busty blonde shook her head with a smile. "Thank you Nanao-san! I'd love that! But I'm not here just to visit." She explained. Ichigo cleared his throat, directing the receptionist's attention to him. He offered a gentle smile.
"Excuse us for intruding, but we were invited here by Aizen Grimmjow for a group study session." He explained smoothly. The bespectacled woman's eyes widened in understanding.
"Ah…so you are the group I was told to look out for. My apologies. I was told to look for twins…" she trailed off when she finally recognized Shiro as the missing twin. "Ah, so you are. You can find the rest of the group in this conference room which will be found on the third floor to your immediate right. Best of luck in your studies." She bowed her head in respect after writing the number of the conference room on a piece of paper.
There was no way in hell all ten of them would be able to fit into any one elevator, so they designated themselves into two groups of five. Naturally Ichigo and Shiro were in the first group, along with Rangiku, who looked disappointed her lover wasn't immediately free to visit. There was some good natured ribbing at her to cheer her up. Ichigo wondered once again just who the hell this guy was to make the usually buoyant Rangiku dress so luxuriously and get so easily dejected.
It didn't take long for the entire group to reassemble and find the designated room. Ichigo grinned when he saw the group inside the glass walled room. No one seemed to have noticed their arrival, too engrossed in their textbooks. Besides Grimmjow and Ulquiorra, there was also Tesla, Lilynette, Shinji, and two other people the redhead didn't quite recognize. The pink hair definitely threw him off. Deciding to be brazen, he simply let himself in.
The sound made everyone studying look up from their books. "Hey, hope we aren't late." He apologized with a gentle smile on his face. Grimmjow's face lit up at the interruption (or seeing his boyfriend, either could be appropriate) and Ulquiorra smiled back as well.
"Not at all. We have only just begun looking through our notes two minutes ago. Come in." the ravenette offered, inviting the Karakura students in. The conference table being used as a mock library could easily hold up to twenty people. There was three flat screens mounted to the walls, two of which were hooked up to what could possibly be Ulquiorra's laptop, showing complex math problems and scientific equations. Since most of the group already knew Grimmjow's friends, there was little awkwardness as everyone hung up their coats and got themselves situated. "Ah, before I forget…this is Granz Szayelapporo and Korotsuchi Mayuri, two of my classmates who agreed to study alongside us." He introduced, pointing to the pink haired teen first and then the teen with hair so dark it shined blue.
Ichigo bowed his head politely. "Nice to meet you. You wouldn't perhaps be related to Yylfordt would you?" he asked as he took a seat next to Grimmjow, not noting any obvious similarities between the two if it were true.
The pink haired teen smiled. "Indeed I am. A pleasure I am sure." He bowed his head ever so slightly. Well, that greeting was similar enough to the older Granz, but Ichigo wasn't about to comment on it. "You must be the elder Kurosaki twin. I have heard much about you. Impressive work, ascertaining the ailment and perpetrator vexing their father." He offered as praise.
Ichigo grinned sheepishly. "Oh no…my father is the one who discovered the substance abuse…finding out who the culprit was had been a lucky process of elimination." He insisted, pulling out his own textbooks to begin his own work. The pink haired teen let it be, and returned to his work.
Grimmjow raised an eyebrow at Rangiku, who sat herself close to the door and smoothed out her dress. "The hell Rangiku? I told you guys that you didn't have to get all dressed up to come here." he reminded her. Orihime and Rukia giggled from their spot next to Lilynette.
Shiro rolled his eyes from his spot next to Ulquiorra and Tesla. "We already told her. She's tryin' ta look pretty fer her boyfriend who apparently works here." he scoffed, immediately finding difficulties with his vectors equations. "Ehh….λais supposed ta equal ta zero in this equation right?" he asked sheepishly, causing Mayuri to snort as he peered over his shoulder.
"You're joking right? This vector clearly needs to be solved using distributive law form 2. Dear me, I hope you are not going to slow the rest of us down with your shoddy mathematics skills." He scoffed, a haughty look on his face. Before either twin could get a word in Ulquiorra glared at the offending boy.
"That is enough Korotsuchi-san! I shall inform you Shiro-san is an expert in Geography and geology, two subjects which you sorely miss the mark in. We are all here to study up on our weaknesses. You are not above anyone here in anything but mathematics and the sciences." he stated coolly, his emerald orbs turning poisonously bright in their fury. The humiliated teen grumbled but said nothing under the heavy stare of his classmate and the warning look from Grimmjow, whom he very much feared.
Within a few minutes, everyone agreed on breaking the study session into organized sections, with everyone focusing on a subject for 30 minutes before switching to a new one. Anyone who needed help or wanted to look at extra notes could do so without bothering someone else studying a different subject. It worked out for everyone, and when it came to geography and history, Shiro redeemed himself by being able to point out important facts likely to be on the test with practiced ease.
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After studying for two hours (tackling upper level mathematics, geography/history, some aspects of civics (Grimmjow took over as the head), and currently working on Earth Science (another subject Shiro excelled at), everyone admitted it was time for a break. Most of the boys wanted to spend their break on video games, but the girls insisted on getting something to drink. Grimmjow saved everyone from getting heated up by informing them of a café only two buildings down that delivered to the law firm all the time.
While everyone waited for their orders to come, they either played video games on their phones, talked with one another, or read (in Ulquiorra's case). Despite the earlier misgivings between Shiro and Mayuri, they reconciled easily upon discovering they both had an interest in wrestling (well, Mayuri was fascinated by the violence of it) and eagerly talked about their favored wrestlers.
Every now and then a few people who either worked at the firm or visitors passed their conference room, showing minor curiosity at the students clearly studying for the entrance exams. If they were annoyed by them being there, they never showed it. Especially since most of them recognized Sosuke Aizen's sons very easily. At first, the public school students had been a little uneasy with people peering in on them the first time it happened, but as they continued studying they eventually forgot there were people even there. Now though, they were on break, so they tried to avoid looking lazy or slacking. Except Grimmjow, but he hardly gave a damn to begin with.
So it was a huge surprise when Rangiku suddenly jumped up with glee and fretted about the state of her outfit. "Ohh! There he is! He must have gotten out of the meeting early!" she squealed, her whole face lighting up in joy. Everyone stopped what they were doing to peer out the glass wall. There was a group of five men. Three of whom were very old and two who were much younger. As the twins took a closer look at the younger two, Rangiku ran outside to surprise her lover. While she did that, the twins realized they recognized one of the younger men, who she came up to greet happily.
That man was Ichimaru Gin.
Grimmjow, Ichigo, and Shiro flipped out at the sight, whereas Ulquiorra merely looked on in shock. Ichigo was the first to recover. "…Gin!?" he managed out, his mouth completely dry.
Rangiku looked at her shocked classmates and friends in surprise. "Eh? You already met him?" she asked in amazement. Gin smirked quietly and insisted his colleagues go on without him in the meantime.
"Ah yeah…I've seen the Kurosaki twins a few of times at the Aizen manor. I kept forgetting to mention I finally met them whenever we had the time. Sorry hon. She's told me all about you guys." He explained, wrapping an arm around her waist.
Shiro's eye twitched. "Ta hell do ya think yer doing Ichimaru? She's a fuckin' highschooler!" he spat out. Renji and Toshiro echoed in agreement, disturbed by the clearly older man touching their friend.
Rangiku pouted. "Oi, I already told you he was a little older than me. No need to be so harsh." She frowned, crossing her arms over her chest. Gin smiled warmly at her.
Shiro sneered. "Bull fuckin' shit! A little older? He's like twice yer age!" he protested. He already wasn't a huge fan of the snake like man. Knowing he was Rangiku's boyfriend made him even more uncomfortable around the silver haired man.
Gin's perpetual smile morphed into a scowl and his eyes fully opened to glare at the insolent teenager. For the first time, everyone could see he had ice blue eyes. "I'm 29." He growled out, startling the snowy haired albino into silence, before closing those ice blue orbs again. Idly, Ichigo realized Ran's dress matched her lover's rarely seen eyes.
Grimmjow raised an eyebrow at that. "Wait, seriously? You've been working with our dad for like, eight years. You're telling me you became a lawyer at 21?" he asked, dubiously.
The scowl vanished once again (much to Shiro's relief; shit got SCARY) and Gin smiled mysteriously. "I'm what the world likes to call a certifiable genius. I was so exceptional in my school work I was offered a chance to go to college at the age of fifteen. Naturally I excelled to the point of obtaining my bachelors in only two and a half years. I passed the bar only a year later, and within three years, your father was impressed with my credentials, and hired me on the spot." He explained smoothly.
Rukia whistled. "You were offered early entry? You really must be a certifiable genius. My brother got in early as well, but at seventeen and took the standard four years to complete his bachelors." She admitted, clearly impressed.
Gin nodded. "You're Byakuya Kuchiki's youngest sister aren't you? A pleasure." He bowed his head, still holding Rangiku by the waist. Ichigo noticed this. The two really seem comfortable with one another.
"Ok, we know how you got your job here…but that doesn't explain how the two of you even met." The orangette pointed out. The couple looked at each other and grinned.
"Persimmons." They said at the same time, much to everyone's confusion. "I decided to come to Central Tokyo to do some grocery shopping," Rangiku began. "Food is a lot more expensive here but so much tastier! One of the last things on my list was dried or regular persimmons. As you guys know, that's one of my favorite foods." She explained happily. Her friends nodded; they knew of her love for the tomato shaped fruit. "Well…there was a farmer's market set up that day selling Tsurunoko ["chocolate persimmon"], Maru ["cinnamon persimmon"], and Hyakume, ["brown sugar persimmon"]. When I got to the stall this guy," she jabbed her thumb at Gin. "…was in the process of buying them all!" She groused.
Gin's smile grew even wider. "Persimmons happen to be my favorite food as well, so I always buy in bulk whenever I come across some. So imagine my surprise when a highschooler demands I be less greedy and spare some for the rest of the market goers." He snuck an amused look at his girlfriend. The students from Karakura snorted; they knew how fired up Rangiku could get over persimmons. "I was impressed with her fiery attitude. Not a lot of women have the courage to talk to me. Apparently I have a scary face." He griped, a childish pout forming on his skeletally thin face. The entire room sweat dropped while his lover cooed and insisted his face was perfect. "…Anyways, I was so charmed by this little lady I ended up buying her share of persimmons for her, and she could only have them if she agreed to go on a date with me." He finished.
Rangiku spread out her hands dramatically. "And now here we are! Still fighting over who gets the last of the Hyakume!" she cheered, while Gin snickered.
Orihime clapped her hands together. "Wow! That sounds like a fairytale meeting!" she gushed, with a few other girls following suit. The guys made a face at the girls' antics and grumbled to themselves.
Luckily the tea, coffee, and snacks made their way into the room. Since everyone was distracted, the students agreed to take an additional ten minute break. Gin lingered for a few more minutes to do some small talk with Grimmjow, Ulquiorra, and the twins. Still, he had a job to do, so he mournfully removed himself from Rangiku to go back to his floor (apparently, the bastard was so damned good at his job, he and Aizen shared a private floor together). Placing a kiss to her hand, he excused himself from the room.
The busty woman was in a perfect mood for the rest of the study session, especially when she received a text from him mid-session insisting she stay after to go out for dinner. Grimmjow slyly asked the same from Ichigo, who agreed and went back to his Chemistry notes.
…..
Renji, Rukia, Tatsuki, Toshiro, and Orihime ended up leaving around five, explaining they had either a curfew, part time job, or chores to complete. Chad, Tesla, Mayuri, and Uryuu would leave only thirty minutes later. That left the twins, Rangiku, the Aizen brothers, Szayel, Lilynette, and Shinji.
Shinji sighed and tossed his Politics textbook over his shoulder a half hour later. "Ugh…we've been studying for more than five hours. I say we're good for the day." He declared. Lilynette, Grimmjow, Rangiku, and Shiro eagerly agreed, exhausted. Szayel, Ulquiorra, and Ichigo sighed.
"We got a lot done today, I guess it's only fair to stop now. There is another two weeks before the test, maybe we can do this again next Saturday." Ichigo suggested, looking to the heirs, since this was their father's building.
Ulquiorra nodded. "I am agreeable to the notion of a second study session next week." He agreed.
Szayel nodded as well. "I concur, though I propose possibly putting more emphasis on the language portions of the exams next time." he offered as a possibility.
Lilynette shrugged. "Sounds good to me. I suck at everything but Japanese. Might as well give languages a shot." She grumbled.
Grimmjow hummed. "I think most of us have some sort of advantage in one language over the other. I know German and English pretty well, and Ulquiorra's a hyperpolyglot. Hey, Shinji, don't you know French?" he asked as he started putting his books away.
Shinji shrugged. "I'm a little rusty, but I should be able to remember enough to be of some help if anyone wants to know some key phrases." He admitted.
Ichigo sighed in relief. "That's great to hear. I'm shit at French. Maybe I'll hit you up later to ask about some phrases confusing me." He suggested.
Ulquiorra nodded. "Then it is settled; we shall return next Saturday around the same time to focus more on the language section of the exams. Thank you all for coming today." He said, ever the perfect host.
Shinji, Lilynette, and Szayel packed up and left not long after. As Shiro also began packing his things, Rangiku turned to him.
"Ne, Shiro…since Grimmjow and Ichigo are going to go out for dinner, why don't you and Ulquiorra do the same?" she asked, grabbing her coat (which yes, she admitted Gin bought for her birthday last September). The taller albino blinked in surprise.
"Eh…I dunno. Figured he would want ta go back home an' study more." He answered honestly. Knowing his Ulquiorra, that's exactly what the diminutive teen would want to do. A sheepish expression appeared on the younger heir's face, proving him correct. "Besides, is Grimmjow even allowed ta take King out? Yer dad has been pretty strict about family dinners an' shit." he pointed out.
Ever since recovering, Aizen became more involved and protective of his family. Especially since the boys would be going off to university within a few months, he insisted on spending quality time with them whenever they could. This mostly occurred during breakfast and dinner, since the two were at school or cram school. It was beginning to drive Grimmjow up the wall, even Ulquiorra was put off by his father's renewed interest in their lives.
The bluenette gave him a flat look. "You act like I give a shit if he gets annoyed. I'm almost twenty. Soon he won't have much say in my life anymore, so I'm not worried about missing one damned dinner. Even if that weren't the case, he didn't expect us home tonight for dinner anyways; figuring the study session would last six or seven hours." He added, a smirk on his face. He looked to his brother. "You might as well join us for dinner. I am your ride home." he reasoned.
The ravenette sighed and packed up his laptop. "I suppose it is only rational to remain near you as my means of transportation." He resigned himself.
Ichigo snorted. "Well, in that case, might as well make this a double date. Shiro, text mom and let her know we're eating out with the Aizens tonight." He decided for the both of them. The idea of not letting his brother spend a little more time with his own boyfriend was inconceivable. He knew how much his younger brother had missed Ulquiorra during these past four weeks. He hadn't been able to spend quality time with the other albino since Ulquiorra's birthday.
The announcement perked up both albinos visibly. Ulquiorra smiled softly and Shiro let out his famous cackle as he pulled up his parents' cell numbers. Rangiku clapped her hands in excitement, causing the four of them to flinch. They had forgotten she was still there.
"Awesome! Maybe we can all eat together!" she proposed cheerfully. Shiro blanched at the idea. "Oh, come on Shiro! I know you and Gin haven't gotten off on the right foot, but he really is a gentleman at heart! Give him a chance!" she pleaded, unhappy one of her best friends didn't approve of her boyfriend.
He stared at her in disbelief. "Why ta hell are ya concerned with how I feel about him? Ya dated him fer two fuckin' years now right? My opinion sure as hell aint gonna matter. Besides, it's weird to go on a date around him. He's my boyfriend's father's coworker. Tha's creepy." He protested.
Ichigo crossed his arms. "It is kinda unusual Ran. Especially since he's ten years older than all of us. How the hell did your parents approve of this relationship?" he finally asked. He didn't want to bombard the girl with all their friends around, but that question had been bothering him all afternoon.
Rangiku shrugged. "Well…as you can imagine they weren't too thrilled about me dating in the first place. Daddy has always been extremely overprotective of me and all. But then they got to meet him and we both swore on our honor that there was nothing inappropriate going on. Nothing illegal anyways." She giggled. "And of course his charm won them over. So he quickly got my parents' blessing." She added happily.
Shiro gagged. "I dunno why, but ta idea a' ya havin' sex with tha' guy just makes me loss my appetite." He muttered to himself. The strawberry blonde glowered at him.
"My sex life is none of your business you know!" she snapped before turning her nose into the air. "Ladies don't kiss and tell." She stated haughtily.
Grimmjow snorted. "You might not, but I bet Gin will after a few drinks. Guy can't keep a secret when he's shitfaced. Though I'm sure you figured that out already." He teased. "I bet he's into some freaky shit behind closed doors." He snickered at the mortified look on the blonde's face.
Now it was Ichigo's turn to snort. "Freaky shit? The hell would you even know about 'freaky shit'?" he asked irritably as he finally gathered up his own things. Had he looked up he would have seen a dangerous look in his lover's eyes.
"Excuse me? The fuck is that supposed to mean? You were a virgin before I got to you. Are you trying to say you know more about sex than me?" he argued incredulously. The other three in the room stayed silent as they watched the growing argument.
Ichigo looked up to give him a flat look. "No…I'm not Grimmjow. I'm just saying, for someone who claims to be so knowledgeable in this field, you really didn't share more than the basics with me yet." He shot back with an icy tone.
Rangiku and Shiro's eyes bugged out of their heads at the blatant implications. Grimmjow's brilliant blue orbs widened in shock at the accusation then darkened in anger. Before he could attempt to say something (likely catastrophic), Ulquiorra interrupted.
"If I may, Ichigo. I have recently become more knowledgeable in the area of sexual fantasies and desires if you are ever curious about a particular topic." He offered in what he intended to be kindly. What it did was cause the other four in the room to look at him in mild horror and then six pairs of eyes zeroed in on Shiro, glaring at him for corrupting the smaller albino. The snowy haired teen raised his hands in surrender.
"Whoa, whoa! I didn't teach him anythin' honest!" he pleaded as Grimmjow redirected his anger to him. Ulquiorra (bless his still innocent soul) realized how his sentence might have been implicated and blushed.
"Forgive me. I seem to have given off the wrong signals. After becoming sexually active myself, I decided to familiarize myself with the carnal acts, and did some independent research. I wanted to become more aware of what sorts of positives and negatives I should expect from further experimentation. I apologize for any misleading information I might have provided." He added, a firm blush still on his face.
The explanation caused them to relax, the earlier tension dissipating before Shiro snorted. "Trust you ta actually go out an' research sex! Yer fuckin' adorable Ulquiorra!" he cooed, pulling his innocent lover close and kissing his forehead. The teen turned an even brighter red as the other three laughed at the situation.
"Err…I didn't just heard all that…did I?" Gin asked from his place in the doorway, a mildly disturbed look etched onto his thin face. The five teenagers bristled at the sudden intrusion.
"Gin! How long were you just standing there?" Rangiku asked, placing her hands over her hips, frowning at her boyfriend's spying.
The older man grimaced. "Enough to hear Ulquiorra say he's been doing some ah…independent research. I'm gonna forget I heard that you looked up porn for your father's sake…and mine. Grimmjow, I almost expect it. You…not so much." He added with an uneasy expression.
The siblings in question reacted differently to that statement. Grimmjow burst into laughter at the accusation (he wasn't exactly innocent). Ulquiorra gulped and tried to hide his face into Shiro's jacket. His boyfriend wasn't much help though, shaking from suppressed laughter. Ichigo pitied his best friend, who had only offered the information as a means to end the otherwise inevitable fight and be helpful.
Rangiku was determined to save the evening. "Well then, I guess this means you're taking off the rest of the night right? So let's go! It'll be fun having a triple date with my favorite guy and my four best friends!" she insisted, latching onto the silver haired lawyer.
The boys blanched at the idea once again and tried to talk their way out of it, but it seemed like Gin was just as interested in the idea as his girlfriend was. "I think that's a great idea! It's been a long day, and there's no way you four aren't starving. There's no shame in joining us, I insist. My treat." He added.
Ichigo winced. "That's awfully nice of you…but Shiro and I aren't even close to dressed appropriately for eating out." he argued. Both twins were in plain clothes, and Shiro was wearing one of his graphic tees under his jacket.
Grimmjow shifted uncomfortably. "Err…not so fast. I have some of your nicer clothes in my trunk. You said you wanted them back so I was going to give them to you after the study session was over." He explained apologetically, knowing the twins weren't too comfortable around Gin. Hell, he wasn't comfortable with the guy. Their excuse now null, Rangiku squealed happily and pretty much dragged them out the room.
After the twins were properly dressed for a night out (the Aizen brothers had already been wearing decent clothing since they figured they would be on their own for food anyways), the six of them headed into a nice restaurant known for serving global cuisine.
Dinner was a surprisingly fun affair. Gin was a lot less creepy once the guys spent more time around him, and Rangiku being so cozy around him allowed them to soften up to him further. Grimmjow was also proven correct when the lawyer got drunk, spilling some embarrassing secrets despite his girlfriend's best efforts. They also learned a lot more about their busty friend, discovering she designed the dress she was wearing. Rangiku confessed she was interested in going into the fashion industry after graduating. The twins laughed as she whacked her drunk lover for whining about how he had been looking forward to making her his trophy wife. The twins did not forget to get close to their own boyfriends during the meal, and they all enjoyed themselves.
During dessert, Ichigo leaned over to whisper in Grimmjow's ear. "Hey…I'm really sorry for my outburst at the law firm. That was uncalled for, and I didn't mean it." He apologized guiltily. After eating and relaxing, Ichigo figured his unnecessary comment had been brought on by fatigue, stress, and hunger. The impending exam had robbed him of his appetite lately, so he was more irritable than usual.
Grimmjow smiled softly and brushed his lips over Ichigo's hair. "I figured as much. It's been hell getting ready for these stupid exams, and we're all getting worked up over them. Don't worry about it. I'm not upset." He insisted. The orangette sighed in relief and resumed talking with Ulquiorra. Grimmjow kept quiet for a few minutes, reflecting on what his boyfriend had said in the law firm.
He lied; it infuriated him. Even if he knew the redhead hadn't actually meant to question his sexual competency…it still struck a major chord. While everyone else enjoyed their food and talked, he contemplated how to get his revenge. When it finally dawned to him, he hid his wicked smile from the rest of them.
Oh…this was going to be fun.
…..
That next Friday at one in the afternoon, Ichigo was confused to receive a text from Grimmjow asking him to go outside. Unsure of what to expect, the elder twin headed outside to see nothing. Less than thirty seconds later, a familiar teal car pulled into his driveway. The bluenette, wearing dark sunglasses, stepped out with a grin, engine still running.
Ichigo raised an eyebrow. "Uh…what are you doing here Grimmjow?" he asked, still very confused. The heir's grin stretched even wider.
"Kidnapping you." He said simply, grabbing the stunned redhead and throwing him into the passenger seat. Ichigo grunted and had no time to react before Grimmjow resumed his seat and took off out of the neighborhood.
"What the hell Grimmjow! I don't have time for a date! Take me back now!" he demanded, a scowl etched into his face.
Grimmjow merely looked at him over the rim of his glasses. "Yeah…I don't think so." He declared, pressing the gas pedal even harder. The bluenette smirked. "I'm burnt out from studying, and I'm sure you are too. Consider this an afternoon…stress reliever." He said mysteriously. Ichigo wasn't sure he liked the sound of that.
His frown deepened. "What exactly does stress reliever imply?" he received nothing for an answer. He huffed. "This better not take too long dammit. I don't want my family to freak out over me going missing." He warned.
Grimmjow snorted. "They aren't going to worry about you. I called them before I pulled up about having you help with my science studies in exchange for some personal assistance with German. And before you ask, I told them Ulquiorra was stuck talking to his American colleagues about something regarding their project." he added with a smug grin.
Ichigo sighed. "You are a bad influence you know…fine; I'll let you do whatever the hell you want…but it better not last all day. We are going to join the others tomorrow for actual language practice, no buts about it." He decided, accepting defeat. He couldn't just leave the car, giving it was racing down God knows where, and it was rather sweet of Grimmjow to try and take his mind away from the near constant stress the entrance exams have put on him.
Grimmjow's smirk took a lewd twist at the acceptance, heavily focusing on the 'do whatever the hell you want' part. He chuckled darkly. "Oh don't worry…I'll have you back before dinner. I swear." He insisted as he slowed down, getting close to his destination. "Hey, you ever hear about pressure points causing people to pass out on the spot?" he asked cryptically.
Ichigo raised an eyebrow at the odd question as well as the area. He didn't recognize this place at all, but he assumed it wasn't too far from Karakura town since they had only been driving for about fifteen minutes. "Erm…I've never really looked into it. Why?" he asked cautiously.
Grimmjow shrugged. "Just wondering." He admitted as he parked the car in front of a hotel that definitely wasn't a Shiba chain. "'Cause it would suck if you knew to avoid this." He added, jabbing two of his fingers to the side of Ichigo's neck before the other teen could react. The teenager was out cold within a matter of moments. The Aizen heir grinned at his unconscious passenger.
Now all that was left was to wait for the real fun to begin.
…..
Ichigo woke up ten minutes later, his neck feeling extremely sore. The redhead groaned softly, and tried to move to rub the afflicted area. Strong resistance denied him, and his eyes snapped open. All four of his limbs were tied by thick velvet like rope, securing him to a comfortable bed. Each knot held tight, keeping him very secure in his place.
He was also very, very naked.
Ichigo thrashed about at the realization, to no avail. A deep chuckle stopped him in his tracks, tawny eyes darting back and forth trying to find the source.
"You look so cute struggling like that. Good morning sleepyhead." Grimmjow teased, stepping into the bedroom, still fully clothed and wearing his sunglasses. Ichigo saw red.
"Grimmjow….what the fuck did you do to me?" he snarled, fighting against the restraints once again. The bluenette quirked an eyebrow at the accusatory statement.
"Nothing yet. You should relax sweetheart. I told you we'd be taking this afternoon to destress after all." He suggested lightly, as though his boyfriend wasn't naked and tied down to a bed.
The orangette's mouth dropped open incredulously. "THIS is your idea of stress relief? Raping me!?" he shouted in a panic. He didn't know what had caused this horrifying change in Grimmjow, the teen praying he was just having a stress induced nightmare.
The heir frowned. "The fuck? I aint gonna rape you. I knew you would never agree to letting yourself get tied up, so I knocked you out to make this part easier. The rest is going to be completely consensual." He promised.
Ichigo glared at his dense boyfriend. "That's the fucking definition of non-consensual you idiot! What the hell gives you the idea I'm ever going to let you near me again after pulling a stunt like this?" he shouted.
Grimmjow grinned. "Aw…but you did give your consent. You said so in the car. 'I'll let you do whatever the hell you want…' remember?" he pointed out as he came closer to the bed, flicking off his sunglasses to land somewhere on the floor.
The redhead froze; he had said that. But hell if he had known this was going to be the outcome! "Th-that's different! I didn't expect you to knock me out and strip me naked in some strange hotel! Where the hell are we anyways?" he shouted, feeling more and more panicked.
Grimmjow hushed the frantic teenager but remained a meter or so away from the bed, crossing his arms over his chest. "Relax. We're at a hotel on the edge of Karakura town. I promised you I would have you back before nightfall, after all. Oi…I'm not going to hurt you." He assured the still very scared redhead, a softer expression gracing his handsome features.
Ichigo swallowed thickly at the gentle look. "Not gonna hurt me huh? Then what the hell is all this for? Why bother tying me up in the first place?" he pleaded, frustrated and confused and still scared.
Grimmjow sighed loudly, looking a little frustrated himself. "Clearly I went about this too strongly. I'm not trying to hurt you Ichigo. I really mean that. This whole demonstration was to try and prove I'm a lot more adventurous in bed than I've shown in the past." He admitted.
Ichigo stilled at the admission. "…that's what this is about? I thought you weren't upset about what I said. I hadn't meant it…you knew that." He confided softly.
A pained expression flashed through Grimmjow's eyes. "Yeah well…I lied!" he spat out before he looked away, a slight blush tinging his skin pink. Ichigo blinked in surprise at the outburst. Grimmjow was really hurt by what he'd said, that much was clear. The bluenette cleared his throat. "I know you hadn't actually meant it. That's what makes it sting a little less. But you know what? Saying something like that in front of our friends and my brother really was a stab at my pride. So excuse me if I haven't quite forgiven you for what happened last Saturday!" He said sharply, still refusing to look at the redhead.
Ichigo wanted to reach out and comfort the heir, but at the moment he was still tied up. He swallowed thickly. "So…you decided to punish me by tying me naked to a hotel bed and have sex?" he asked, still a little confused. Grimmjow really wasn't going to harm him, it seemed.
The heir winced. "Oi…it sounded a lot better in my head when I was pissed at you." He protested. "I'm sorry. I act out before thinking. You know that." He sighed. "I'll take you home. We'll forget this ever happened." He decided, reaching for one of the knots.
"Why?" Ichigo blurted out despite himself. Grimmjow paused and he swallowed once again. "We're already here. No one is going to believe you and I were able to conquer a language and several sections of science lessons in less than an hour. Plus, you did promise a stress free afternoon. I mean look at me…I'm already naked." He joked.
He had been terrified for his life. The idea of being raped chilled him to the bone. But Ichigo could understand why Grimmjow did what he did. He had deeply embarrassed the ultramarine haired teen. If it had been him being humiliated like that in front of his brother he would've been just as furious. Give the fact the heir stewed over this for the past six days showed just how hurt he had been by the remark. While he went about enacting revenge in a horrible manner, Ichigo knew Grimmjow never meant to scare him like this. Grimmjow still loved him, and he still loved the idiot back.
Not to mention, now that he was aware of what had been planned, he had to admit it was a little arousing. Weird as that might sound.
Grimmjow's eyebrows shot into his hairline at the joke, and he couldn't help the laugh that escaped. "You're something else you know that?" he asked rhetorically, bending down to kiss his captive. Ichigo leaned up to try and deepen the kiss, hindered by his bonds. When they pulled away, concerned blue eyes locked into amber. "You're really ok with this then?" he asked cautiously. Being accused of rape had not been fun for the bluenette, so he wanted to make sure Ichigo was actually consenting this time.
Ichigo sighed, leaning back into the pillows. At least the hotel was higher end; he didn't feel any discomfort even in his tied limbs.. "I'm sure. Just try not to leave any noticeable marks." He decided.
Grimmjow grinned, accepting the terms. He hadn't been planning on leaving marks. Nothing lasting that is. "Alright then. Unfortunately, I still need to punish you, you know that right?" he asked, the smile lingering on his face as he walked over to the hotel dresser. Ichigo watched in mild apprehension as Grimmjow pulled out an unusual device. It was black, leather, and had six silver circles as part of the design. "Do you know what this is?" he asked calmly.
Ichigo gulped and shook his head. "No…I can't say I do." He admitted.
Grimmjow smirked. "This is what the BDSM community likes to call the Gates of Hell. It's a male chastity belt." He explained, watching the color drain from his lover's face. "It's a lot more effective than a simple cock ring, let me tell you. Putting this thing on ensures you won't be cumming anytime soon." He added with a wicked grin.
Ichigo whimpered when Grimmjow calmly stroked his dick, coaxing the organ partially to life before pulling the device on. The first ring fit snugly against his balls and cock base. The following four were a little loose on the rest of his length, but he was only half hard, and the sixth and final ring held in place a few centimeters below the cockhead. The redhead wiggled a little at the uncomfortable sensation. "It feels weird." He mumbled, a blush spreading across his face.
Grimmjow nodded. "It does that. You'll get used to the feeling. This chastity belt is going to deny you orgasm six times before I'm done with you. Six times for the six days you left me feeling angry and hurt. Fair enough?" he announced, flicking the tip of Ichigo's head at the end of his question.
Ichigo gasped at the sensation. It wasn't enough to bring him to full mast, but it still felt amazing just the same. "You're…actually going to keep count right?" he asked breathlessly, watching with lidded eyes as Grimmjow stripped himself of his own clothes.
Grimmjow snickered and crawled onto the bed. "We'll see." Was his only reply before plunging his tongue into the redhead's mouth. The two playfully speared against one another for dominance. Rocking his hips carefully against his bound lover's, Grimmjow was pleased to note that Ichigo was almost fully hard. Just as the younger teen finally achieved a full erection, Grimmjow pulled away, causing Ichigo to groan softly under his breath. "Stay here." Grimmjow ordered with a grin as he turned back to the drawer he had pulled the chastity belt from.
Ichigo snorted as he tugged at his bindings again. "I dunno…might be hard since I'm so fidgety today." He retorted dryly as he watched the ultramarine haired teen's muscular back and just as toned ass. The heir was gathering a lot of items, he thought to himself, his skin getting flushed in anticipation for whatever happened next.
Grimmjow brought back a few things that he dropped on the bed before heading out, for god knows what at this point. Because of the angle he was tied up, Ichigo couldn't see what most of the stuff was. However, he could definitely smell something. Peppermint, something spicy, and…ginger? He didn't have time to dwell on it for long, the larger man returning with a cup of…oh dear god…ice cubes.
Grimmjow became amused at the quiet little whimper that escaped the smaller male's throat. His expression morphed into one of mock concern. "Was ist los, Liebes? Ich dachte, Sie fingen an, unser kleines Spiel zu mögen?"* he cooed in near perfect German, the thick language rolling off smooth in his rich baritone. Grimmjow watched in glee as the foreign tongue proved effective; Ichigo blushed vividly at the strange words.
Ichigo swallowed thickly and shut his eyes. "Grimmjow…that's not fair! How the hell am I supposed to respond when I don't know the first damned thing about German?" he begged, easily distracted and not seeing Grimmjow plucked two ice cubes out of the cup. The heir placed the cup arm's reach away on the nightstand and resumed his spot on the bed, hovering over Ichigo with a perfect square cube in his fingers.
The bluenette leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "Mach dir keine Sorgen Ichigo ... am Ende der Nacht wirst du ein bisschen Deutsch kennen."* he said calmly before he pressed one of the cubes up against a pebbled nipple. The reaction was instantaneous. The orangette's mouth fell open in a silent scream, his nipples extremely sensitive. Ichigo's back arched up into Grimmjow's touch, seeking both the warmth of his lover's hand and the brutal chill of the ice. The heir chuckled darkly. "Ochje. Sie sind bereits genießen Sie sich. Verdammt ich wirklich so gut."* he stated, extremely amused. He circled the sensitive bud several times before moving to its neglected twin, relishing in his lover's gasps and moans.
The orangette was beginning to get very warm despite the chill, and he gasped harder at those mysterious words. "Grimmjow PLEASE. I don't know what you want. Speak Japanese dammit!" he moaned, the ice beginning to melt on his skin. Grimmjow leaned down to lap at the cold liquid pooling onto his chest. "Please!" he begged once again, the wicked tongue pushing the ice cube further across his skin instead of swallowing it, creating a sensation of both burning hot and cold.
Grimmjow bit back a groan at the sight of his pretty little redhead begging beneath him and sighed. Ichigo was smart, but even he would need help with a language he knew nothing about. Taking the other ice cube that was slightly melting in his hand, he rubbed the icy material against Ichigo's entrance, causing the teen to freeze. "I am going to put this inside of you." He said in Japanese, to Ichigo's partial relief and horror. "You are going to keep it inside, until it melts completely. Otherwise, I'll put the rest of them in until you learn your lesson. Understand me now, Ichigo?" he whispered, the teen automatically nodding before his mind processed the entire sentence. With a grin, the ice cube was quickly (but not roughly) pressed against Ichigo's tight ring of muscle, slipping deep into the heat.
Ichigo let out a ragged breath at the burning cold sensation. It didn't hurt so much as it felt extremely uncomfortable, his ass clenching instinctively to protect itself from further intrusion. He shivered at the cube melting slowly on his chest, to the one rapidly melting inside of him. It was a little overwhelming. "Oh…fuck…" the teen swore, clenching his fists uselessly. He wiggled against his bounds in frustration as the cube melted completely, the cold liquid trickling out his body.
Grimmjow glanced down at the Gates of Hell. For all Ichigo's swearing and expressions of discomfort, it wasn't affecting his libido. He smirked, and placed an ice cubes on each of Ichigo's nipples. The teen whimpered against the fresh coldness. Grimmjow took his time swirling the chilling objects around his lover's chest before deftly flicking them off the abused nipples, grazing the sensitized buds with his nails.
An electric pulse shot through the orangette at the slight scrape, causing him to jerk against the restraints and let out an unintelligible noise. Noting the favorable reaction, Grimmjow flicked them again. Ichigo bit his lip to avoid making more embarrassing sounds. Grimmjow tsked at his choice, flicking them even harder. "Nein, nein…Das geht nicht. Verstecken Sie nicht Ihre Reaktionen von mir."* he said, disappointment evident in his tone.
Ichigo swallowed thickly, recognizing a few words at this point. He wasn't quite sure what some of them meant but a few were quite obvious and made sense to him; Grimmjow didn't like him being silent. Hesitantly he let out a small moan. That definitely perked up the bluenette, who bent down to kiss him in reward for…he wasn't sure really. Either for catching onto the miniscule German he recognized or making noise again he wasn't sure. He didn't care as long as it meant he'd get kissed again.
Turns out it was for the slight German he had recognized, so the elder teen continued to speak simple sentences in the foreign tongue. "Ist das ein gutes Gefühl für dich? Ja oder Nein?"* he asked slowly, looking down at the abused nipples, hard and blushing pink like their owner's face.
The redhead let the words wrap around his mind several times, noting some more words beginning to make sense to the point he realized Grimmjow was asking him a question. He gulped, understanding immediately he was expected to answer back in German. "…J…Ja?" he tried, not very confident in his answer.
It worked for his lover though, who's eyes lit up at the attempt and rewarded him with another kiss. This was worth more than a kiss though, the heir decided, and reached down to stroke at the bound cock desperate for attention. He swallowed Ichigo's cry of lust and continued to kiss and stroke at his bound lover. His free hand went to pinch a still sensitive bud . The overstimulation was enough to bring the younger teen over the edge. That is, it would have been had he not been wearing the Gates of Hell. His entire body shuddered from the phantom orgasm. Grimmjow pulled away with a grin.
"That's one."
…
A half hour and three more phantom orgasms later the orangette was drenched in sweat and felt like he was burning up. Grimmjow was going through various techniques in order to get him almost off. The second time the heir had simply been groping and kissing him all over, touching and licking known pleasure spots to elicit more moans and waves of pleasure almost painful washed over the panting teenager. The third time, which took a little longer, had been Grimmjow whispering dirty things in his ear completely in German. He wasn't completely sure if everything had been dirty talk, but the deep voice and alluring tone speaking a mysterious language was becoming more and more arousing for the redhead with every passing minute to the point he almost came again. After hearing nothing but German for roughly fifteen minutes, Ichigo could definitely recognize some words and what they meant. He still had a ton of work ahead of him before he could try speaking back to the bluenette, but he wasn't completely clueless anymore. The fourth had been embarrassingly quick afterwards, merely grinding against him had caused yet another near euphoria. So sensitive was his cock after three near orgasms he was so desperate to come.
But he still had two more suppressed orgasms to go. After the treatment he's experienced, he had no idea what the heir had in plan, if there were even any surprises left. Grimmjow pulled away from his neck to observe his ragged and shaking state with a satisfied smirk. "That's four. I think you're ready for something even more intense. I won't lie; it is going to require you to trust me and be completely relaxed. Sind Sie der Herausforderung gewachsen?"* he asked, looking at his face completely serious. Whatever it was needed another confirmation of consent, the younger male realized. He swallowed thickly.
"..Ye…I mean…Ja." He said quickly. He was quickly becoming an expert in that one word, little as it might be in the grand scheme of things. Grimmjow grinned and reached behind him before pulling out a strange dildo. The reason…it seemed to be wrapped in some green…leafy substance? Ichigo shifted uncomfortably. "Uh…what is…that covered in?" he asked, unable to actually identify the phallic object without becoming embarrassed.
Grimmjow smiled, plainly amused. "What, this stuff? It's peppermint leaves." He explained. Ichigo blinked in confusion. Why the hell would the bluenette wrap a dildo in peppermint leaves? "As I'm sure you're wondering, there's a reason this is here. Ever heard of chemical play?" he asked. The redhead shook his head, completely clueless to this branch of BDSM (though to be fair, the only things he thought he knew about it was an excessive love of leather, smacking people around for pleasure, and obviously being tied up). "The peppermint leaves and oil is going to cause a lot of…interesting sensations to your body. Among other chemical objects I brought with me, but those will come later." He promised with a grin. "Still game?" he asked, shaking the dildo gently.
Ichigo paled slightly at the idea of those leaves going…there, but it sounded interesting the way his boyfriend described it. He blushed and looked away from both the sex toy and his lover's face. "They're…not going to get stuck are they?" he asked, clearly self-conscious of how strange the question sounded.
Grimmjow didn't laugh though. "No…I made sure they won't come off easily. So what's your answer?" he asked. Ichigo couldn't bring himself to speak, so he turned a brighter shade of red and nodded. Lubing up the scented toy (with peppermint lube, naturally), he grazed Ichigo's hole with the head of the toy. Ichigo shivered; it felt cold and strange. Still, he took a deep breath and forced himself to relax. Taking that as a sign Grimmjow continued to push the toy further in until slowly, the head popped back the ring of muscles.
Ichigo shuddered and groaned; he could already feel the peppermint leaves affect him. The texture of the leaves alone was strange and rough on his sensitive insides. Thankfully, Grimmjow didn't move, knowing going rough could cause things to get messy real quick. And the sensation…oh god. He could actually feel a wintry cold rising up inside him. It was just so odd, feeling the same sensation one would get from taking a deep breath after chewing mint gum in his ass of all places! Yet at the same time, he couldn't help but enjoy it. It was new, exciting, strange and hell, he might be a bit insane…but he actually liked it.
Since Ichigo was so relaxed, Grimmjow carefully pushed the dildo in even further. Ichigo mewled at the unique sensation and being slowly filled for the first time since they started this god knows how long ago. Amber eyes rolled back when a leaf at the top of the toy grazed his prostate. Holy hell, who knew the peppermint would affect him there too!? Pretty noise escaped his lips as the elder male worked the toy inside him, carefully twisting and circling the toy in order to elicit more of those sounds.
All too soon, the uniquely decorated dildo was removed, causing the redhead to whine in frustration. Only to perk up when another toy was pressed against him. It felt larger and rougher in texture. His heartbeat quickened at the new smell. "Grimmjow…that isn't…" he began, but stopped at the wicked grin. His nerves got the best of him again, and his previous relaxed state went back to full tension.
Ginger root. Grimmjow was about to fuck him with a fucking ginger root.
Grimmjow paused immediately, noting his lover's sudden anxiety. He pulled up the offending spice so that Ichigo could see it. Grimmjow had carved the root so that it was slender enough to not cause any harm to him, and was already lubed (this lube had been scentless, strengthening the root's own scent). "Do you want me to stop here?" he asked, though his eyes clearly showed he wanted to continue.
Ichigo swallowed harshly and glared at him. "…You better be careful dammit!" he commanded, leaning his head back and forcing himself to relax the best he could. He was startled to feel lips against his even as the tip of the root invaded his hole. The distraction was well received, the redhead wishing his hands were freed so they could tangle into unruly ultramarine hair. By time he realized what was going on, the ginger root was already full seated inside him. He shuddered into Grimmjow's mouth at the spicy sensation tingling inside him. It was nowhere near as pleasant as the peppermint had been.
The bound teen whimpered against his boyfriend's lips when Grimmjow tried using the root the same way he had with the former toy. The heir could feel his discomfort and paused in his ministrations. "You don't like the ginger root do you?" he asked calmly. Ichigo looked down but shook his head anyways.
"…It burns a little." He muttered, warm in his cheeks again. He was relieved when the offending root was removed. Grimmjow seemed a bit disappointed, but it wasn't his body to say otherwise. "Sorry." He added softly.
Grimmjow shrugged. "Don't be. It just means you don't like the more spicy chemicals. Guess I should just skip this one altogether then." He decided, pulling up a third piece meant to overload his senses from the inside. Ichigo's mouth went dry. The next one would have been a chili pepper. Thank fucking god he stopped here. His poor ass wouldn't have been able to take it. "Eh, I probably wouldn't have enjoyed it if I was in your position either, so it's probably for the best that we skip this one." He announced, tossing the rejected food behind him to land on the floor. He looked down at Ichigo's cock. "Ah, but you hadn't gone through your fifth punishment yet." He noted with mild disappointment. Ichigo's cock was nearly purple from the constant edging. It jerked violently at the gentlest touch but at this point it needed further stimulation once again in order to be pushed over again. The heir sighed in fake annoyance. "I guess I'll have to do something different. I had been hoping to use this for the final round, but I guess better now than never." He stated cryptically before moving down Ichigo's body once again.
Ichigo's limbs were still bound to the bed. He hadn't experienced much discomfort despite it; the velvet material of the binds not holding him too tightly, just enough to keep him from moving a lot. Grimmjow grumbled and untied his legs, spreading them even further than they already were. Ichigo sighed as he finally regained some mobility, even if it was somewhat restricted by his lover's hands. He figured out why the heir was still holding them with a jolt and shout of surprise when a moist object traced the perimeter of his entrance.
"Grimm…jow…" was all the younger teen could manage out, every breath he took stolen from him with each lick from that wickedly hot tongue. His head fell back against the pillows with a loud gasp when the muscle finally pushed through the quivering pucker and mapped out his insides. The heir made an appreciative noise as he continued to eat out the orangette. Using the peppermint and ginger had taken away most of the metal taste that came with eating ass. He was definitely going to have to use those two treats again in the future. Judging from the incoherent noises he was hearing above him, Ichigo would agree.
The heir hummed around his mouthful, causing even his tongue to vibrate slightly from the noise. Ichigo's eyes rolled to the back of his head and moaned loudly, trying to take in more of that heavenly pulsation. He cried out when Grimmjow obliged, humming even more. His cock shuddered violently with the strongest phantom orgasm yet, wracking his entire body. Grimmjow grunted as Ichigo's legs squeezed tightly around him like a vice, strong enough to wrap around his shoulders. When the younger teen's body went limp a few moments later, the elder male pulled away from his treat to look at his lover.
Ichigo was a complete mess. His entire body was soaked in sweat, matting his hair down on his forehead. Were his eyes open, there would have only been a thin ring of amber. His chest was heaving, his breath coming out short and rushed. Pre cum was pouring out of his neglected cock like a stream at this point. Blown out, unfocused eyes tried to lock onto him. "Fu…fu…fuckin' hell Grimm…I dunno how much more a' this I can take!" he pleaded. The need to cum was overriding his brain to the point he was beginning to sound a lot like his twin.
Grimmjow swallowed thickly for the first time since this session began. God did his Berry look so damn pretty begging to him. He almost forgot about the punishment game he was playing looking into those desperate eyes. That is, until he looked back at the Gates of Hell, straining against the abused member it restrained. He pulled himself face to face with the pleading teen. "That's five." Was all he said before kissing his startled lover, wrapping his arms around the partially bound youth to deepen the kiss.
Ichigo should have been disgusted considering where the tongue wrapping around his has been, but in all honesty, it didn't taste that bad; mostly of peppermint and ginger with a slight metallic tang. God how he wanted to end this so damn badly, his body was so hot he felt like he could melt in the next five minutes. He pressed himself as close as possible to the other teen, hoping the extra body contact would be enough to relieve some of the pressure. He hissed into the kiss when blunt nails raked down his back unexpectedly. He pulled back to glare at the bluenette.
Grimmjow grinned. "You never said anything about leaving marks that would fade away quickly." He pointed out before returning to that addictive taste that was pure Ichigo. The sharp pain from the scratching felt so good against his overheated flesh, so the redhead couldn't complain too much. Provided he didn't bleed, there wouldn't be much to show later either, so he let it be. Grimmjow sighed at his blissed out look. "Gott, du bist zu perfekt für mich. Wie Sie es geschafft, mit einem Arschloch wie mich zu bleiben, macht keinen Sinn für mich. Ich liebe dich ... Ich liebe dich so sehr."* He confessed breathlessly in German as he parted Ichigo's legs once more to let his own throbbing cock slide home.
Grimmjow hadn't allowed himself to cum once the entire time. So they both groaned out loud at the same time when their hips finally pressed together. Ichigo's groan was the loudest and most needy of the two as he took the initiative to thrust his hips up to impale himself on the shaft inside of him. The bluenette growled and matched him with a harder thrust and more scratches trailing from the redhead's neck down to his hips. Ichigo responded in kind with a bite to the heir's earlobe. He couldn't use his hands, so he improvised. The bite hadn't been hard enough to cause blood, but it gave the ultramarine haired male pause enough to look at him in surprise. All he received was a impish grin and seductive eyes.
Those eyes almost proved to be Grimmjow's undoing, who moaned and untied the feisty redhead's arms. Now freed, he was free to bite, grope, pull, and scratch back at his lover as much as he wanted. He didn't dare try to take off the Gates of Hell lest it piss Grimmjow off. The bluenette realized this, and laughed even as his hips continued to bump into Ichigo's. "Ich liebe dich." He repeated as he gripped Ichigo's hips, striking his prostate with every movement.
Ichigo hadn't been able to understand most of what Grimmjow had been saying when they began having sex, but those last three words struck out to him suddenly. Like any good student, he had looked up several important German words and phrases in order to memorize for the exam. Those three words had been one of those phrases (just in case, of course…it wasn't like he looked into the language once he knew Grimmjow spoke it or anything sappy like that…). It shouldn't have struck him so strongly. Grimmjow declared his love for him on a regular basis. Perhaps hearing it in a foreign language made it more intimate, hearing those words really hit home for Ichigo. He swallowed thickly, and reached up with shaking hands to cup either side of Grimmjow's face, forcing the bluenette to look at him.
Grimmjow's movements slowed but did not pause altogether. The heir raised an eyebrow at the strange behavior. "Ichigo?" he asked curiously, moving even slower when the redhead said nothing.
Ichigo turned bright red, and bit his lip before forcing himself to make eye contact with his boyfriend. "Ich…liebe dich…auch."* He managed out slowly before removing his hands and averting his gaze, extremely embarrassed. He had practiced the words to the best of his ability in secret (god knows Shiro would have teased him for the rest of his life) in order to impress Grimmjow, but only for a few days. Now he felt stupid for trying.
Grimmjow froze completely at the words. They were heavily accented, and Ichigo had mispronounced a few syllables, but it was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard come out of his redhead's throat. When Ichigo dared to look back, he was shocked to see Grimmjow's eyes looking suspiciously glassy. The look didn't last long; Grimmjow crushed their mouths together and renewed his ministrations in a very erratic fashion. Relieved he hadn't offended the ultramarine haired teen, the orangette wrapped all four limbs tightly around his boyfriend's muscular back. The two rocked together in their frenzied pace for several minutes before Grimmjow grunted and untangled himself briefly in order to carefully remove the Gates of Hell, minding Ichigo's balls especially, which were vivid purple at this point. He whipped the device away from them, landing with a thump on the ground somewhere.
Ichigo's eyes rolled to the back of his head with a quiet scream as he saw white and finally had permission to cum, thick spurts of cum splattering both their chests. After being denied five times, he could honestly say this was the best orgasm he's ever had in his life. His muscles clenched around Grimmjow's cock in a vice grip. The heir groaned loudly as he emptied himself into the heat surrounding him. For the first time since they started sleeping together, Grimmjow was not wearing a condom. Feeling liquid heat spread inside him, Ichigo gasped out loud as a smaller burst of cum left his body. Fuck his body was so sensitive right now!
The two of them panted as they collapsed on the bed beneath them, feeling weightless and more at peace than they have in months. Grimmjow pulled out and rolled over to lie next to him, looking just as winded as he felt. Ichigo managed to find his voice despite his growing fatigue. "What…happened to my sixth punishment?" he asked breathlessly, a ghost of a smile on his face, too exhausted to give a true smirk.
Grimmjow snorted, already regaining his bearings. "Tch…that fifth one was intense enough for me to feel. I'll count that as a two in one." He decided. Ichigo briefly snickered before leaning against Grimmjow's shoulder and growing still. When Grimmjow didn't hear anything, he glanced down at the redhead. Ichigo was out cold. Not a complete surprise; multiple rounds of edging drains its victims extremely fast. The heir pulled his naked lover close to him, and allowed himself to unwind after checking his phone. They've been at it for two and a half hours. More than enough time to relax before sending Ichigo back home. He smiled down at his exhausted lover and chuckled softly. Well, the redhead would never be able to call him boring in bed again, that was for sure. Pressing a kiss to matted sunset hair Grimmjow allowed himself to take a light nap of his own.
…
Ichigo woke up still buzzing from his dopamine high. He shifted slightly to make himself more comfortable, but found his movements constricted once again. Fearing Grimmjow tied him back up, he glanced down. Imagine his surprise when it was just his lover's muscle bound arms wrapped around him. Looking up he saw Grimmjow's calm expression made from sleep. He's never seen the heir so relaxed. His teal tattoos around his eyes looked more prominent closed. He had a childish urge to reach up and touch them, but knew that would only wake up the bluenette. He resigned himself to laying his head back on Grimmjow's shoulder.
It didn't matter, because Grimmjow sighed and opened his eyes anyways to look down at him. "Yo." He grinned.
Ichigo resisted the urge to yawn. "Yo yourself. Please tell me it isn't too late in the day." He groaned, remembering he had a family to get back to. Given their condition, it would take a while to get cleaned and dressed. If it was already dark, his parents would surely begin to worry.
Grimmjow was hardly perturbed and lazily glanced at his phone. "It's almost four fifteen. It won't take long to get you back home." he announced before tossing the phone somewhere on the bed and wrapping his arms around Ichigo's middle. "So…?" he asked in a smug singsong voice. Ichigo caught on immediately, blushed, and remained silent. "Come on…I wanna hear you say it. Say it!" he teased, nipping at the back of his lover's neck.
The redhead laughed and conceded defeat. "Best orgasm of my life. Hands down." He admitted. Holy fuck, he could feel Grimmjow's ego getting bigger. "I should piss you off more often." He joked, rolling his eyes when Grimmjow snickered. "Can I go shower now?" he begged, feeling sticky and gross. The heir pouted but released his captive, knowing they both desperately needed a shower. Ichigo winced as he felt some left over fluid trail down his thighs and gather in the sheets. "Why exactly did you decide to forgo a condom?" he asked, only mildly complaining. The sensation was new, so he wasn't sure if he liked it yet.
Grimmjow shrugged. "We'll have been together for a year in April. I figured why bother since we're clearly stuck with one another now." he explained as he gathered up the various supplies he had used off the floor. Ichigo helped, feeling heated when he picked up the peppermint dildo. This was definitely his favorite, second only to Grimmjow's tongue. Literally and figuratively. Grimmjow caught him glancing at the toy and smirked. "I'm going to have to make up a reason for my newfound interest in peppermint to my brother aren't I?" he teased as he tossed the other toys in his bag.
Ichigo turned bright red. "Shut up!" he snapped, shoving the toy into Grimmjow's chest. It didn't matter where it had been; they were going to shower anyways. "I'm getting cleaned. Don't follow me." He declared, stalking out of the room to hunt down the bathroom.
Needless to say, the redhead was not alone in the shower, and he couldn't exactly be pissed about it.
…..
Saturday afternoon the twins were back at Aizen Law in the same conference room from before with everyone bar Mayuri at the language focused study session. The ruder scientist insisted he was confident in his language of choice and wasn't worried about padding his score with other languages. His absence was hardly a loss. The teens had spent the first hour on English, which most of the students were planning on focusing on. Ulquiorra and Ichigo's English was easily the best, with Grimmjow and Szayel coming in close second. They ended up being the teachers of that language, with Ichigo taking pity on his twin and giving him his own notes to study from. There were very few issues with that language, people asked appropriate questions and received responses that would likely help them for the exam.
The next hour went to French. Shinji was a lot better at the language than he gave himself credit. Along with Ulquiorra, the two gave an excellent lecture on key French phrases to pay attention to, and made sure to warn everyone about the complex number system the French used. The counting system was a huge headache for everyone, but gradually began to make sense to most of them. Shiro and Lilynette were miserable during this part of the lesson. Despite the few struggles, the study session was going smoothly.
That is, until they got to German.
Grimmjow, and Rukia surprisingly, were the ones to give the lecture. Ulquiorra stepped down despite his own proficiency to spend more time with Lilynette and Shiro on the importance of recognizing the French counting method (Ichigo promised to copy them both German notes to catch up). That proved challenging when he realized he was getting too hot and bothered every time Grimmjow spoke in that damnable language. The smug bastard even knew he was having an effect on the orangette, because he refused to look at Ichigo the entire time.
It was Orihime who noticed first. "Ah! Ichigo, your face is flushed! Are you getting sick?' she asked, her large brown eyes full of worry. Everyone stopped what they were doing to look at the mortified teenager. Grimmjow bit back his grin.
Shiro frowned and reached over to feel his twin's forehead. "Shit…yer warm King. Ya feelin' ok?" he asked, also growing concerned.
Ichigo faked a cough. "Yeah…sorry…I think I've finally overdone it studying nonstop. I haven't been getting a lot of sleep lately." He partially lied. Shiro would be able to attest that Ichigo would go to bed late and wake up early, so it wasn't a true lie.
Lilynette frowned. "Oi, don't go getting the rest of us sick! The Center exams are only a week away!" she reminded, pushing her seat further away from the 'sick' teenager.
Ichigo shook his head. "I'm not that sick. I think I just need to sleep a little bit." He insisted. There was no way in hell he'd be able to sleep in here though. Not without headphones. If he listened to Grimmjow's sinful voice in his sleep, god knows what would happen.
Ulquiorra nodded. "That would be wise. I will order some tea to help combat against your fever while you rest." He announced, already on his phone to order from the café. "I propose we all take a minor break." He suggested, much to Ichigo's relief. They had been studying for almost three hours before Ichigo got 'ill', so it was a perfect time to take a break.
Ichigo didn't have to worry about being caught in his lie; his embarrassment was enough to keep his face flushed long even as he pretended to sleep enough for the snacks and tea to arrive. While everyone else moved to pay for their things, Ichigo used this chance to glare at his boyfriend. Grimmjow winked at him when no one else was looking. He accepted the tea and willed himself to ignore his libido when they asked if he was healthy enough to continue a few minutes later. He pointedly focused on Rukia and Ulquiorra (who had been able to help the struggling French learners during the time waiting for the tea and snacks and assist in the remainder of the lecture) for the rest of the German session.
The rest of the study session went by without further embarrassment, much to Grimmjow's mild disappointment and amusement.
….
A week later the twins emerged from their designated Center Exam building on the second day, exhausted but relieved the worst was over. Shiro felt proud of himself; he didn't struggle as much in the math and science portions of the exam. He even felt confident in his French, Chinese, and Korean portions of the language section. Ichigo felt just as proud in his French and German…despite the fact that he still felt flustered during that portion of the exam.
Dammit it all…he was never going to be able to speak German at this rate.
The twins spent all night listening for the announcer to share this year's answers, annoying their family and neighbors either by cheering loudly at the realization they got the right answers or swearing crudely when they figured they got them wrong. After checking their question sheets over (Center exams allowed students to take them home), they were able to count their total points. Naturally Ichigo had a higher score than Shiro, but the difference was only by fifty points. That was an incredible feat since there are 29 sections for the exam. When the twins figured this out, they celebrated all night long.
Shiro collapsed onto his pillow at approximately five in the morning. They would have to get up in two hours but it was worth it. He turned to his brother uneasily. "Ya think our scores are enough ta get us inta Tokyo U?" he asked. Regardless how well they did, it was the most prestigious school in the country, and extremely hard to get into.
Ichigo shrugged as he set his alarm as well as his phone alarm to be safe. "We can only hope. This was the main exam though. If we get past this round I'm sure we'll be able to make it through. We're good students, and given how many activities we also do, it'll look extra good on our applications." He pointed out.
Among the difficulty of managing a job, school, and their romantic lives, the twins maintained a few of their club activities, as a means of boosting their application. Even though it did not count for a lot in the decision making, it wouldn't hurt. Their uncle, Urahara, and principal sent a recommendation letter. It gave them an edge that most other students wouldn't have. Ulquiorra commended them for their extra efforts. His own extracurricular activity (working with the Americans), and a recommendation from his own school had been added to his application as well.
Shiro hummed quietly. "Yeah…I guess yer right. I'm just so nervous. I hope the secondary exam is an essay or exam. I'm shit fer interviews." He gulped. One look at him and how he spoke would deter the administration from accepting him.
Ichigo chuckled. "I think they give you the option to choose Shiro. Don't worry too much about it. We did our best. The only thing we can do now is wait." He sighed. Waiting would be the worst part. But there wasn't much else they could do. With that thought in mind, Ichigo turned off the light. "Night Shiro."
"Night King."
…..
All four boys had been overjoyed to discover they made it through to the second examination. Ichigo and Ulquiorra were selected to give an interview instead of a standard exam or essay. Ichigo had been fine with the choice, but poor Ulquiorra was a nervous wreck. Ironically, Shiro ended up being the one to calm him down by praising his intellect and telling him the board wouldn't give a damn about his skin color as long as he showed off that genius of his during the interview. Grimmjow had to write an essay, and Shiro, much to his own relief, had to take a second exam. The Aizen brothers knew they would have to work harder to make good impressions; many students at their private school had the same expectations to get into Tokyo U. Karakura High wasn't an extremely high ranked high school, so most students preferred other universities like private universities or two year schools. To the Kurosaki twins' knowledge, they were only competing with three other students in their school for the esteemed university.
Two months passed before the day of reckoning was upon them; Results Day at the University. All four lovers met up to see if they had made it. No one spoke as they followed the hundreds of candidates crowding into the university, the tension was so thick someone could cut through it with a butter knife. The twins clenched at their exam numbers tightly, numbers 10114 and 10115 respectively, as they got closer to the outside board that would determine their next year's course. If they didn't get in this year, they would become ronin. If they did, they would be keeping the family tradition of getting into Tokyo U alive.
The board was too far for any of them to see from their current position. Ichigo swallowed thickly as he heard a combination of cheers and sobs. "…What's your numbers?" he asked, trying and failing to see the numbers on the boards.
Ulquiorra didn't even bother to look at his numbers as they slowly ambled forward. "I am 10400. Grimmjow is 10507." He managed out quietly. He didn't even bother trying to look at the boards; he was much smaller than the other three. "Grimmjow and I went to different testing centers." He explained as calmly as he could.
Shiro took in a deep breath. "Well…we're here. Nothin's gonna change between any a' us if someone doesn't get in…right?" he whispered, convinced it would be him. Ichigo grabbed his brother's hand and squeezed tightly.
"Don't be an idiot. We worked our asses off. We're all going to make the list." He insisted, but his tone betrayed him. He tried to ignore the successful candidates being lifted into the air as was tradition for the prestigious campus. Grimmjow followed his eyes and ignored his doubtful tone.
"Tch…what an irritating tradition. If I get in there's no way in hell I'm letting someone hoist me into the air." He grumbled as they moved even closer to the boards. The numbers were almost in sight.
Ulquiorra chuckled. "I am less than inclined to be propelled into the air myself, but you will look as though you lack school spirit if you fail to partake in their tradition, Grimmjow." he pointed out softly. His brother's scowl deepened at the statement.
Ichigo gulped. "Oi…I can see some of the numbers now." He interrupted softly. The other three froze and did their best to memorize the board numbers (poor Ulquiorra; he really was too short to see and relied on the others to look for him). Ichigo and Shiro had no choice but to split up in order to find the board that would (hopefully) hold their numbers. The twins held their breath as they got to the right one. Ichigo scanned the board over before freezing, his heart skipping a beat.
10114 and 10115.
They were right there…clear as day. The redhead let out a relieved gasp and let the tension release from his body. "We made it…we're going to Tokyo U…" he managed out. Shiro let out a cackle of joy and pumped his fist in the air. Easily finding Grimmjow's bright blue hair, the paler twin let out a beaming smile and two thumbs up. The eldest heir grinned back…
And sent two thumbs up back. Shiro's red eyes (he forwent the crazy colored contacts for clear ones today) widened in excitement. "Holy shit! We all fuckin' made it in!" he exclaimed happily as he tugged his stunned brother through the crowd to reunite with their lovers.
Ulquiorra was wearing the largest smile either of the twins had ever seen on him. "We all got in. What a relief!" he cried out as he moved forward to hug his fellow university associates. The twins laughed happily as all four met for a group hug. Their celebration was heard by the football team, who wasted no time to continue the tradition of throwing successful candidates in the air. Ulquiorra went first since he was the lightest. Grimmjow was larger than some of the football players themselves, so they just picked him up instead of launching him in the air.
The twins however, wouldn't dare miss the opportunity to make this moment uniquely theirs. Asking for a special request, the twins were lifted and thrown at the same time, laughing hysterically the entire time. All four captured pictures of each other's successful launch (well, the Aizen brothers made sure to capture the twins' throw), and joined the rest of the celebrating candidates.
The rest of the morning went by in a blur, calling their families to let them know they made it into the university, receiving their orientation dates, meeting with advisors and prospective professors, obtaining all the necessary paperwork they would need, and meeting with the various clubs and sports asking them to join. Grimmjow was especially sought after in the American football team for his size and muscle. Being the natural showoff and competitive person that he was, the heir signed up without hesitation. Ulquiorra and Ichigo immediately signed up for the bioengineering club. Shiro the geology club. All four of them would meet and sign up with at least four clubs they were interested in.
The twins took the money they saved from working at Urahara's shop and splurged on university merchandise for themselves and their family (even their dog; there was a collar and dog tags that had the school's mascot on it). The teens then spent a few hours touring the beautiful campus and took at least a hundred pictures (for their parents sake, of course). The heirs treated their lovers to lunch, eating at the famous underground cafeteria.
Shiro slurped at his ramen loudly. "I can't believe we all made it! I thought fer sure I was a goner!" he confessed, as he looked at his folder full of information with pride. Ichigo snorted.
"Don't eat like a pig. And why the hell wouldn't you have gotten in? You worked just as hard as the rest of us. Hell, you were only fifty points below me in the Center exam. Huh, that reminds me; how'd you guys do again? I can't remember if you told us your scores." He asked sheepishly.
Grimmjow scoffed. "Mine's nothing to be proud about, unlike Mr. Perfect Score over here." he grumbled good-naturedly as he helped himself to a fried cutlet. Ulquiorra looked rather affronted by the joke.
"I would hardly call my score perfect Grimmjow. I was twenty-eight points away from such." He protested as he sipped at his tea. He glanced up to an amused look from his brother and two shocked twins. "Was it something I said?" he asked innocently, tilting his head like a puppy would.
Ichigo blinked slowly. "Geez…Ulquiorra…you actually were worried about not getting in?" he teased with a laugh. For the rest of lunch, Ulquiorra couldn't understand why they were laughing and pouted slightly into his food.
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As the teens prepared to head home, they received calls from their parents instructing them to stay on campus, as they all wanted to go out for dinner in order to celebrate their acceptance into the university. Since the boys had so much time before meeting at the restaurant (Aizen chose) they decided to split off to enjoy more of the sights. Ichigo and Grimmjow walked around almost aimlessly as they went through the main campus's many roads.
"What a day. I can't believe we're going to be college students soon." Ichigo breathed out. Grimmjow chuckled, staying close to his lover.
"Yeah, it's pretty intense. Especially since I technically waited two damned years for this." He teased as he looked over at the famous red bridge. "Thank god college will be easier than high school was. I heard some professors don't even care if you never show up for classes." He said lightly.
Ichigo rolled his eyes. "Ugh…don't let Shiro hear that…he'll never leave his room then." He groaned, knowing just how lazy his brother could be. Grimmjow barked out a laugh at his boyfriend's disgruntled face.
"You looking forward to having a bedroom all to yourself? Trust me when I tell you it's awesome. Much easier to masturbate in." he grinned suggestively much to the orangette's chagrin.
The redhead blushed a deep red. "Jeez, you're disgusting! You need help!" he shook his head as he walked faster, trying to ignore Grimmjow's cackling.
"Aw, come on, that was funny!" Grimmjow lightly jogged in order to catch up. "Seriously though, are you actually excited to be able to live on your own? It's a lot different from living like you're used to." He reasoned, finally getting serious.
Ichigo stopped walking to consider what Grimmjow said with a visibly distressed look on his face. "I…I don't know. We've been living in the same room together for literally our whole lives. I'm not sure how I feel about that changing." He confessed.
He loved his twin brother, despite all his obnoxious tendencies. But waking up in the morning without his twin there felt wrong. They've been together for eighteen years. You'd think he'd want some time away from his brother, but now that the day might be coming soon, he wasn't so sure anymore.
Grimmjow glanced around to see if there were any students to intrude, and wrapped an arm around the shorter teen's shoulder to press a light kiss to his forehead. "Sorry…that was a cruel question to ask. I lived with Ulquiorra as long as you did, but I never had to share a room with him. But you know, all four of us could probably get an apartment off campus together." He suggested kindly.
It wasn't a terrible offer. Students were usually pretty excited about living on their own, but god only knew how many of them were ready for it. Between the four of them, one of them would be organized and more or less responsible (Ulquiorra), someone would be likely to know how to cook more than instant ramen (Ichigo and Shiro), and Grimmjow figured he'd be the one paying for the rent, even if the twins would likely protest against it.
Ichigo smiled softly. "That's really sweet to offer Grimmjow, but first years are supposed to remain on campus." He pointed out, nuzzling closer since there weren't any other people around to see.
The bluenette snorted. "Tch…yeah, 'supposed to'. I'm not living in some tiny ass dorm. It only takes a little name dropping to allow the dean of the school to let the four of us live off campus. What's the harm in that?" he stated smugly.
Now it was the redhead's turn to snort. "If you had it your way we'd be living in one of uncle Kaien's family styled hotel suites." He teased. He wasn't too surprised by Grimmjow's answer; after living a life of luxury his whole life, the orangette doubted the heir would settle for something ordinary. He smiled even as Grimmjow snickered. "Seriously though, you'd really want to move in with us?" he asked, forcing them both to a stop.
Grimmjow blinked in surprise. "Well…yeah, that was the whole point of asking." He answered carefully. "I know what you're implying, but hey, if you two could handle our brand of crazy for an entire year, I think it's safe to say you can handle living with us." He grinned.
Ichigo's smile grew softer as he slipped his hand into Grimmjow's. "Yeah..." he agreed as they continued walking.
"I guess you're right."
…
"I'm gonna find ya livin' in ta library most a' ta time, aren't i?" Shiro teased as he followed his predictable boyfriend in the direction of the main library. It was an impressive building, but he had a feeling he'd only see the inside whenever he wanted to find his bookworm of a lover.
Ulquiorra blushed gently. "I assume you are joking but you are likely correct. Especially for my field of expertise, I can only imagine how serviceable the library will be for my studies." He reasoned.
Shiro snickered as they entered the building. "I had ta fall in love with a nerd." He whispered, noting how quiet it was inside.
Ulquiorra's blush deepened, even as he pretended to be surveying the many study rooms, computers, and reading areas of the first floor. "No one forced you to do such a thing." He mumbled, embarrassed by his boyfriend's gentle teasing.
Shiro smiled and rubbed at inky black hair. "True…but I wanted ta. Wanted ta ever since I first met ya." He revealed with ease as he looked around, ignoring his boyfriend's look of surprise.
"…Impossible. The very concept of falling in love at first sight is impractical, unrealistic, and illogical." Ulquiorra blurted out without thinking, and bit his lip. Luckily for him, his boyfriend didn't take it seriously and chuckled.
"Well, I knew I didn't love ya ta moment I met ya. But I was hella stunned. Yer so frickin' pretty ya know tha'? It's not fair tha' ya came down those stairs lookin' like an angel disguised as a high school student while I look like this." He joked, pointing at his messy white hair, red eyes, and stuck out his perpetually blue stained tongue.
The poor heir turned as red as a tomato at the praise and huffed. "Must you depict me so effeminate? I am still a boy you know." he protested, avoiding his still grinning boyfriend's eyes.
Shiro's grin morphed into a leer. "Oh…would ya rather I call ya handsome? Sexy? A wet dream's inspiration?" he leaned in at the last one, trapping the embarrassed teenager against the wall. He wouldn't dream of saying it out loud, but the ravenette really did look effeminate, try as he might avoid that particular truth. "Aw….wha's wrong? I thought ya wanted me ta call ya these things…" he smirked, forcing the blushing face to look at him, though the ravenette squeezed his eyes shut. 'Damn…so close…' he thought wistfully, zeroing in on those pale lips begging to be kissed.
"Oi you! What do you think you are doing? Leave that poor girl alone!" A woman's voice rang out, interrupting the two of them. The two froze, and turned to a college aged girl glaring daggers at the unusually colored male.
Shiro, ever so classily looked at the woman without moving an iota, cocked his eyebrow, and said: "Eh?"
Her scowl deepened. "You heard me cretin! Step away from that poor girl. Your advances are unwanted." She repeated with vigilante conviction. The two looked at her in shock before two things happened.
Shiro burst into hysterical laughter, literally falling to the floor in his humor, causing people to peer over in their direction in curiosity over who could be making so much noise. Ulquiorra looked at the woman in indignation, and shock. Once she got a good look at the supposed girl she 'rescued', the woman's face turned beet red and ran away after stammering out an apology. Meanwhile, Shiro continued laughing until he too was red in the face, though for an entirely different reason. The two of them left the library very shortly after Shiro calmed down, the heir refusing to speak. "Aw…Ulqui! I wasn't laughin' at ya I swear! Her face was just too fricken hilarious!" The older albino pleaded. Ulquiorra was still a vivid red, hurt from being mistaken as a girl. The snowy haired teen grabbed his wrist and tugged him behind some late blooming cherry blossom trees. "Oi…anyone with half a brain could tell yer not a girl. Tha' bitch needs ta get her eyes checked." He insisted.
Ulquiorra's glare softened and he looked up at his lover pensively. "You are not saying this merely to curtail my ire are you?" he asked softly. Shiro grinned cheekily.
"Yer kiddin' right? If anyone pushes yer buttons, it's gonna be me, not some university bimbo." He glowered in the library's direction. The ravenette smiled softly, leaned up to kiss him on the lips, and leaned his head on Shiro's chest.
"Thank you Shiro…as odd as the statement sounds, I appreciate it." He thanked gratefully. Shiro beamed.
"Course! I can't let people mess around with my precious little pretty boy!" He teased, pressing a kiss to the crown of Ulquiorra's head.
The blush reappeared, and an infuriated heir pulled away, and right hooked his lover's stomach. Shiro doubled over in pain, while Ulquiorra stormed away, muttering "Klootzak…", under his breath. Shiro grinned despite the pain. He might have pissed Ulquiorra off, but it was worth seeing him come back to life. Now he had to keep his distance until dinner.
…..
Shiro was able to stay alive long enough for them to reunite with their respective brothers in order to change into appropriate clothes (they suspected something like this would happen) walk to the restaurant Aizen had chosen. Imagine their surprise when their uncle and aunt joined them. Kaien took offense, grinding a fist into their heads. "We took off time from running our hotels in order to celebrate you idiots getting into the best university in the country. Excuse me for wanting to be proud of my nephews!" he had said as they recovered from the hit. The Aizen family was disturbed as a whole by how normal the situation seemed to be for the Kurosaki and Shiba family as they simply flipped him off and laughed. Luckily they were in a private room given how large the party was, so no other diners were interrupted by their noisy actions.
Once everyone calmed down and were seated (Aizen at one head seat and Kaien at the other) Isshin surprisingly was the one to offer the first toast.
"Today was a momentous day for our sons. I think I can speak for both sets of parents when I say we are all so proud of you four." He began, grinning at the twins and their lovers. The other parents nodded their heads in agreement. "It's been a challenging road to get to this point. I have no doubts they'll continue to succeed in the future. The road to success will vary for every single one of you. It might seem easier to some of you, and a little tougher for others, but in the end…I know we're looking at the future prime ministers and famous scientists of our nation." He teased, winking at Grimmjow, who snorted and resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
Shiro squinted at his father in suspicion. "Oi…why do I get ta feelin' yer talkin' specifically ta me when ya said it'll be 'tough fer others'…?" he accused with the trademark Kurosaki scowl.
The table burst into laughter (Shiro included) before Aizen composed himself and lifted his wine once again. "To many more moments like this one, and to our sons and future university students' future adventures." He praised. Everyone toasted and clinked their glasses.
Ichigo and Shiro grinned as their families chatted around them, locking eyes with Grimmjow and Ulquiorra, elation bubbling up inside of them when their lovers returned the eye contact.
It was amazing how all four of them matched so perfectly with their respective partners. Ulquiorra summed up their unique relationships in Latin: Oppositus amori convertit pulchra. It roughly translates into a strange but fitting sentence: The opposite of love turns beautiful. Ichigo found it striking in its meaning.
At the beginning, they had merely been attracted to one another but had been spiteful towards one another from the very beginning, their personalities clashing with each other's (some more than others). That outlook morphed into its mirror opinion; now they were truly in love, and couldn't be happier. What a thing…to have once been amoris oppositi: in an opposite state of love, knowing what they are now.
Now, almost a year since their fateful if not unorthodox meeting, the four enjoyed more than they ever thought they would. Both had complete and healthy families, achieved entrance into their dream schools, and of course, had the perfect boyfriend to balance them out.
Having everything they could ever want, they couldn't wait for the future and what it held in store for them.
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AWTG: I'm all mixed up about this. It's been three years since I started writing this story. On one hand I'm relieved because it's FINALLY DONE GOD DAMMIT. But at the same time, it's been so much fun writing this (especially these last four chapters…huehuehue…). Thank you everyone for sticking with me, especially if you've been here since the very beginning. As I had said at the beginning of the chapter, I plan on making a sequel to this little epic of mine. But not for a while. I want to catch up on some other stories or story ideas that have been pestering me. I promise it won't take three years to write. Eheheheheh….
Bad joke aside, I hope you guys stick around to see my other stories. Thank you so much guys!
For the last time, at least for this story…..Ciao!
***GERMAN TRANSLATIONS BELOW***
Was ist los, Liebes? Ich dachte, Sie fingen an, unser kleines Spiel zu mögen || What's wrong dear? I thought you started to like our little game.
Mach dir keine Sorgen Ichigo ... am Ende der Nacht wirst du ein bisschen Deutsch kennen || Do not worry Ichigo ... at the end of the night you'll know a bit of German.
Ochje. Sie sind bereits genießen Sie sich. Verdammt, ich wirklich gut || My my. You are already enjoying yourself. Damn, I am really good.
Nein, nein…Das geht nicht. Verstecken Sie nicht Ihre Reaktionen von mir || No no that's wrong. Do not hide your reactions from me.
Ist das ein gutes Gefühl für dich? Ja oder Nein? || Is that a good feeling for you? Yes or no?
Sind Sie der Herausforderung gewachsen? || Are you up to the challenge?
Gott, du bist zu perfekt für mich. Wie Sie es geschafft, mit einem Arschloch wie mich zu bleiben, macht keinen Sinn für mich. Ich liebe dich ... Ich liebe dich so sehr || God, you're too perfect for me. How you managed to stay with an asshole like me makes no sense to me. I love you ... I love you so much.
Ich liebe dich [auch] || I love you [too]
