Hi! Two warnings: obvious one is there's sex in this chapter xD next one is that this is super, duper fluffy, like omg it's so lame, but I'm like such a hopeless romantic so I apologize in advance ;-;

Hope you enjoy it!


Chapter XX: I Need a Vacation (Pt. II)

When they finally arrived in France, four town cars were waiting in the hangar to take them to their destination. Ichigo was overwhelmed at the splendor that was Grimmjow's life. He wasn't sure if he'd ever get used to such excess. He was happy to be here with Grimmjow though, sharing his childhood experiences, even if they were very different from his own.

Grimmjow had spent every summer in this chateau, which was a forty bedroom castle a few miles outside of Versailles in a little town called Vélizy-Villacoublay. He'd shown Ichigo around the castle; it was splendid, but then again, Ichigo had never been inside a castle before. Everything about this experience was amazing to him.

Currently, they were walking hand-in-hand through the gilded halls of the palace of Versailles. Ichigo had read about this place in history class, but seeing it in person was a whole other thing entirely. It was like something out of a fantasy book; like the treasure trove of a dragon. He couldn't believe people lived in such an opulent place.

"Hey, Grimm?" Ichigo asked as he looked at a painting of Marie Antoinette. He'd learned about her in history class; he felt sorry for her.

"Yeah, Ichi?"

"Do you really think she said the thing about the cake?"

"No," Grimmjow said, with a chuckle. "No one's that cruel, except maybe Donald Trump."

They continued to stroll through the decadent corridors, occasionally stopping to view art or listen to a guide give an explanation of some history. Ichigo was having a nice time, but needless to say there were other things on his mind.

After what happened on the jet, Grimmjow hadn't tried to initiate anything else. They'd spent a few hours alone together in their suite in the chateau before they left to see Versailles. He supposed it'd be rude of them to just stay cooped up in their room having sex the whole trip, but he was also anxious. He was a hot blooded male after all, and the thought of having sex with Grimmjow was tantalizing to say the very least. Ichigo could hardly contain himself much longer.

He looked at his surroundings after coming out of his thoughts. He was standing in the main hall of the entrance, but he didn't see Grimmjow anywhere.

Shit, I'm lost, he thought to himself. He tried to keep up with the tour group, to see if it would lead him to Grimmjow. When he had no such luck, he settle for just staying with the group; eventually he and Grimmjow would find each other.

He was walking with the group through one of the main ballrooms, when one of the employees pulled him to the side. He was confused before the taller male spoke,

"Are you Ichigo Kurosaki?" Ichigo nodded in the affirmative. The employee smiled brightly. "Follow me, please."

He turned on his heel and began to walk while Ichigo followed hesitantly. He wasn't sure if it was okay to just be following some strange French guy, just because he knew his name. He'd always been taught that when you're lost it's better to stay put so you'd make yourself easier to find. Maybe Grimmjow had sent the employee to find him though? That was a possibility. He shrugged and caught up with the man, following him through the halls and out of the back exit.

They made their way through the expansive gardens of the estate until they reached one that was closed off for some reason. Ichigo was confused until he saw Grimmjow come out of the entrance, a smug grin on his face.

"Merci, Jean," he said, and the employee bowed slightly before he left. Ichigo glared at Grimmjow who just laughed. "Oh, c'mon, Ichi. Don't be mad."

"I thought I was lost, buttface," Ichigo said as Grimmjow took his hand and pulled him through the entrance. Ichigo gasped when he saw the setup.

The garden was gorgeous, with luscious greenery and beautiful florals. There were small falls of water spilling into a pond so clear that he could see all the way to the bottom of it. Between two of the falls, a picnic was setup with food, candles, and a bouquet of roses. Ichigo turned to Grimmjow, smiling brightly.

"You were planning this all along, weren't you?"

"Duh," Grimmjow replied, earning himself a punch to the arm. He chuckled as he led the younger male to the romantic setup. They sat down and Grimmjow poured them each a glass of champagne. Ichigo sipped on his, frowning at the taste. Grimmjow laughed. "You don't like it?"

"Nah, I've never been much of a drinker," he replied. Grimmjow nodded and they started eating, chatting idly as the time passed. Ichigo was impressed to say the least, but that really wasn't anything new. Grimmjow definitely knew how to put together a romantic setup. He smiled at the older male. "This is amazing, Grimm. Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me. I'm happy to be here with you." Ichigo blushed, taking another sip of the champagne.

"Why did you choose me?" he asked, suddenly. Grimmjow raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, there were so many other people on that site. Why did you pick me?"

"It was your eyes. They kind of pulled me in. Even now I still think you have the most gorgeous eyes I've ever seen. I'm glad I chose you, and I'm glad you chose me too." Ichigo smiled once more and leaned over, connecting his lips with Grimmjow's. Thier kiss was slow and gentle, and full of what Ichigo could only describe as love. He knew he wasn't ready to say that though; he wasn't sure if Grimmjow was ready to hear it either. He pulled away from the older male, looking into his radiant blue eyes.

"I'm glad I chose you too, Grimm."


Once they returned to the estate, Ichigo spent some time with his friends and Ulquiorra's girlfriend. Suì-Fēng was nice, but she didn't seem like the type of person Ulquiorra would be interested in. In fact, from what Ichigo had seen of the pale, somber man, he didn't really seem like he'd be interested in anyone, but he supposed love was a strange thing; Grimmjow was interested in him after all. He hung out with Renji, Shinji, and Suì-Fēng until dinner. Throughout the meal, Ichigo could feel Grimmjow's eyes on him. He felt butterflies in his stomach; he knew why Grimmjow was watching him so intently, and he had to admit that there was just as much excitement feeding those butterflies as there was anxiety.

When dinner was over, Grimmjow took Ichigo's hand and led him through their wing of the chateau. He opened the door to the bedroom suite and Ichigo gasped. The room was decorated with black candles that gave off a vanilla fragrance and red rose petals were strewn throughout the room, even on the bed. He couldn't even say he was surprised. Then again, maybe he could; Grimmjow didn't seem like they kind of guy to come up with such romantic gestures.

Ichigo was interrupted from his gawking at the setup, by Grimmjow turning him to face him. He cupped Ichigo's face in his hands, leaning down and kissing him softly. Ichigo's eyes slid shut as his tongue moved with Grimmjow's in the slow, sensual kiss. Grimmjow started to walk him backwards, and a quiet gasp left Ichigo's lips as his back landed against soft silk sheets and rose petals. His eyes were lidded and darkened with lust as he looked at the gorgeous man crawling towards him on the bed. Grimmjow smiled as he hovered over the younger oranget, and Ichigo cupped the blue-haired male's face in his hands, bringing their lips back together gently. His hands moved from Grimmjow's face to his shoulders and then to his chest where he gripped the fabric of the older male's shirt tightly. Grimmjow's tongue slid into Ichigo's mouth, mapping out each crevice as if committing them to memory.

Ichigo felt his hands shaking as he began to undo the buttons of Grimmjow's shirt, but he wasn't sure if it was from nervousness or excitement; maybe it was a mixture of both. After all this time, he was finally going to do the thing that he was supposed to be doing for Grimmjow all along. The fact that Grimmjow had been willing to wait this long was even more attractive to Ichigo, and he smiled into the kiss as he pushed Grimmjow's now undone shirt off his broad shoulders. Grimmjow pulled away from the kiss, staring down into Ichigo's eyes.

"You're so beautiful," he said, brushing the orange bangs away from the brown eyes. A pretty pink blush spread across Ichigo's high cheekbones.

"So are you," the oranget replied softly.

"Are you ready?" Grimmjow asked as he undid the button on Ichigo's tight pants. Ichigo nodded, lifting his hips to allow Grimmjow to pull off the pants along with his underwear. The blunet leaned down, capturing Ichigo's lips as he began to stroke the younger's semi-hard erection. Ichigo moaned softly into the kiss, his senses overwhelmed by the stimulation Grimmjow was giving him along with the wonderful smells of the roses and candles.

Grimmjow's lips moved from Ichigo's to the younger's neck, trailing kisses along his jawline and up to his ear. His fingers moved through Grimmjow's soft blue hair as he turned his head to allow the older man more access. The blue-haired male's kisses went lower and lower until he was ghosting his lips over Ichigo's Adonis lines. Ichigo's breaths turned short and choppy as Grimmjow began to place light kisses along his hips, traveling down to his inner thighs.

"Grimm. . ." the orange-haired male whispered. His partner looked up at him. "Please don't tease me. Don't you think we've both waited long enough?"

The older male smiled and nodded slightly, leaning down and taking Ichigo's semi-hard erection into his mouth. Ichigo wasn't expecting that, so his back immediately arched, and he moaned rather loudly. Luckily they had a whole wing of the chateau to themselves so he didn't have to worry about being quiet. He gripped a handful of Grimmjow's soft blue hair as the other male's head bobbed up and down enthusiastically. Ichigo's legs started to shake, and Grimmjow pulled away.

"Don't get too excited now, Ichi. We haven't even gotten to the best part." Ichigo glared at Grimmjow, and he laughed. He reached over to the nightstand, retrieving a condom and a small bottle of lube. Ichigo watched as Grimmjow coated the first three fingers of his right hand with the clear liquid. He bit his lip in anxiety; he'd talked to Renji and Shinji about this, so he already knew it was going to hurt. Knowing it didn't make him any less nervous though. He watched as Grimmjow leaned back down, taking his member into his mouth once more. His eyes slid shut, and he almost didn't notice it when Grimmjow slipped the first of his three fingers inside him. Almost. He hissed slightly at the burning sensation, but it wasn't too bad. Grimmjow added the second finger and started to scissor them, continuing to stimulate Ichigo with his mouth.

The oranget whispered something under his breath that seemed like Japanese. Grimmjow raised an eyebrow at this, but ignored it and added his third and final finger to the other two. Ichigo groaned, back arching and hips moving slightly to meet the movements of Grimmjow's fingers.

"Onegai," Ichigo whispered, his eyelids heavy as he looked down at Grimmjow. The blue-haired male pulled away, sitting back on his haunches and tearing open the condom. He rolled it on to his turgid length, using his still slick fingers to coat himself. He looked down at Ichigo who gave him slight nod, before he pressed himself inside of Ichigo's tight entrance. Ichigo gasped, squeezing his eyes shut. Grimmjow leaned down, pressing his lips against the other's in a gentle kiss before he started to move.

Ichigo grabbed Grimmjow's biceps as the larger male began to move in and out of him faster. The pain had started to dull and was becoming something much more satisfying. He watched the expression on Grimmjow's face; the blue-haired male's eyes were shut and he bit his lip, brows furrowed as he picked up his pace even more. He shifted his hips slightly, pressing against that one spot inside Ichigo, causing the orange-haired male to moan loudly. He held on to Grimmjow tightly as the larger male began to increase his pace even more.

"Oh, fuck, Grimmjow," Ichigo groaned, tangling his fingers in the soft blue hair and tugging. Grimmjow leaned down to kiss him, nipping at his kiss-swollen lips.

"You feel so good, Ichi," he murmured against Ichigo's lips.

"You do too. Please, more, Grimmjow-sama."

Grimmjow sat back on his haunches, pulling Ichigo up with him and maintaining his quick yet steady pace. Ichigo cried out before he wrapped his arms around Grimmjow's shoulders, burying his face in the blue-haired male's neck. He'd imagined what this would feel like many times, but none of his fantasies could hold a candle up to the real thing. The feeling of Grimmjow's strong arms around him as he thrusted in and out of him was overwhelming, and he fought to keep his breathing normal so he wouldn't pass out. Grimmjow reached between them to stroke Ichigo's erection, and the orange-haired male lost it all over again. His mouth fell open but nothing came out as his nails dug into Grimmjow's shoulders creating small crescent shapes in his tanned flesh. The blunet hissed at the slight pain but didn't lose his rhythm. He leaned forward, sinking his teeth into Ichigo's neck, not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to have the oranget nearly screaming in ecstasy.

Ichigo's body shook as he fought for his breath. He was starting to feel that familiar sensation in his pelvis and he held on to Grimmjow, moaning the other man's name as his release spilled between them. Grimmjow returned him to his initial position, thrusting into him quickly, finishing with a grunt soon after. He leaned down, kissing Ichigo's lips, and Ichigo wrapped his arms around him, returning the kiss with fervor. Grimmjow pulled out of Ichigo, getting up to dispose of the soiled condom. Once he returned, Ichigo looked like he was fighting sleep. He smiled as he climbed back into the bed with the oranget, looking into his drowsy brown eyes.

"Don't tell me you're conking out already, Ichi," he teased, and Ichigo yawned, reaching up to give Grimmjow a lazy kiss.

"Gimme a break, Grimm. It's been kind of a busy day, don't you think?"

"I suppose."

Grimmjow laid back against the pillows and let Ichigo curl up against his side. As the younger male's breathing began to even out, he ran his fingers through the thick orange locks, thinking about how strong his feelings were. He couldn't recall ever feeling this way about anyone he'd been with. Wasn't that something? A kid twelve years younger than him with obnoxious hair and a bad temper had stirred up feelings in him that he'd never experienced before. As he looked down at Ichigo's peaceful sleeping face, he felt all his feeling welling up, until they spilled like an overflowing sink in the form of words.

"I love you."


Ichigo yawned and stretched as he made his way through the chateau. He wasn't exactly tired; in fact he couldn't remember the last time he'd slept so well. Grimmjow had woken him up a little while after he'd fallen asleep and proceeded to end his life with world-shattering sex. Not that he was complaining, but five times in one night seemed a little excessive. He sighed as he crossed through the kitchen and opened the sliding door that led out to the terrace. Shinji and Renji were already there, the former smiling slyly and causing Ichigo to roll his eyes.

"Well, well, well. How nice of you to join us, Ichi-poo," Shinji chided as Ichigo sat down - extremely carefully - across from him at the table that was set for breakfast. "I know it must've been rather difficult for you to make it all the way here."

"Shinji, if you don't shut up, I will fight you right here, right now," Ichigo grumbled, and Shinji along with Renji laughed boisterously. Their counterparts had yet to arrive to the breakfast table, so Shinji felt it was the perfect time to terrorize his best friend.

"So, on a scale of one to 'I cried', how bomb was the dick?" he asked, and Ichigo rolled his eyes, before he smirked.

"Where does 'I still can't feel my legs' fall?" Shinji and Renji hooped and hollered as the door to the terrace slid open and Byakuya came to sit next to Renji.

"I knew you was finna get dicked all the way down," Shinji said, and Ichigo laughed at that, especially when he saw the slightly uncomfortable look on Byakuya's face.

They continued to chat until the other members of their party joined them, all except Grimmjow. The blue-haired male had been gone ever since Ichigo woke up. He'd instructed one of the chambermaids to run Ichigo a bath, and he'd left a note saying that he had to take care of something. Ichigo hoped that that was all; he really didn't think he could handle any more surprises. First the car, then the surprise lunch in Versailles, then the best sex ever had by anyone; what was next, a fucking marriage proposal? God, he hoped not. He wouldn't want to, but he was sure he would have to fight the older man for springing some shit like that on him.

The maids started bringing the food out and spreading it on the table and Grimmjow still wasn't present. Ichigo was starting to get worried. What could the other man possibly be doing? He was about to get his phone out to text Grimmjow when the blue-haired male came through the door, smiling at him. Ichigo smiled back as Grimmjow crossed the terrace to him, leaning down to kiss him. He wasn't embarrassed about kissing Grimmjow in front of everyone until Shinji started making 'oooooooh' noises. Ichigo pulled away from Grimmjow, glaring at his friend.

"Shin, if you could not, that'd be great."

"I'm sorry, y'all are just so cute!" the blond said, grinning. Ichigo blushed slightly, turning his attention back to Grimmjow.

"Where were you?" he asked. He didn't want to seem nosy, but he was curious as to what the other man had been up to all morning.

"Just taking care of some business. Nothing crazy or illegal," Grimmjow responded. "How'd you sleep?"

"Like a rock," the oranget replied. Shinji chuckled.

"Yeah, I hear good dick will do that for you." Ichigo picked up a croissant and threw it at Shinji's head.

"If you say one more thing, I'm gonna pop you."

The rest of breakfast went without any more incidents and afterwards, Grimmjow and Ichigo walked through one of the gardens on the Jaegerjaquez estate. Ichigo admired Grimmjow's handsome features as they strolled hand in hand. He didn't think it was time to spill the 'L' word, but he knew he felt it. It wasn't just because they'd had sex; he'd felt this way about Grimmjow for quite some time. He just wasn't sure about the appropriate time to say it. He didn't want to make things uncomfortable between them if Grimmjow didn't feel the same way. Then again, the blunet had to feel something for him, right? He wouldn't be doing all this stuff for him if he didn't would he?

"Ichigo?" Grimmjow said, stopping them from walking and interrupting Ichigo's thoughts. The oranget looked up at the taller male, brown eyes portraying his confusion. "I need to tell you something."

"What is it?" the younger asked. Grimmjow cleared his throat, scratching at the back of his head.

"I don't know how you're gonna take this. . ."

"Just spit it out, Grimm."

"I. . ."

"Monsieur, you have a phone call," a maid called from the garden gate. Grimmjow turned to her frowning.

"I'll be there in a minute," he said, before he turned back to Ichigo. He looked into the oranget's big brown eyes for a while before he leaned down, capturing his lips in a kiss full of feelings that Ichigo couldn't describe. When he pulled away, Ichigo found himself missing his touch instantly. Grimmjow touched Ichigo's cheek gently. "I'll be back soon."

Ichigo nodded and sat down on one of the marble benches as he watched Grimmjow walk away. He wouldn't want to assume things, but he had a feeling that he knew exactly what Grimmjow had been about to say before he was interrupted. He smiled to himself as he thought about it. Maybe he didn't have to worry so much after all.


Okay, so let me just say that I am so, so, so, so sorry that this took so long. I kind of lost my confidence about this story because I got this really bad review on it, and I feel bad for making you guys wait so long because I don't know how to deal with criticism. I know it's not an excuse, but I hope you all can forgive me. I am going to try my very best to not let this happen again, but I have a lot of problems when it comes to stuff like that. Not saying that I don't like constructive criticism, but I don't know how to process it. Instead of working to do better, I just sit and think about how stupid I am because I didn't do it perfectly on the first try. It's a vicious cycle. But you guys don't have to worry about that, and I'm sorry again. I hope you all can find this mushy mess of a chapter entertaining. I love all of you very much. Thanks for sticking by me.

Until next time (and hopefully it won't be so long ;-;),

Patd06