Happy Valentines Day ff .net!

I'm writing 4-5 chapters of this collection, 2 of which are of my own idea and 2-3 requests. I've been slacking off on the request list, and I really need to fill the deficit.

This first story is an idea I've been playing with for a little bit and thought it would be cute for Valentines Day.

Warnings: Not much really(lately I haven't been writing full on yaoi mansex here), fluff, mentions of sexual acts, cursing, the usual.

A dish best served with Love

Normal POV

Ichigo's pen danced an irritated fashion across his desk. Most likely, the teen should have been focusing on the mostly blank math homework scattered haphazardly across the smooth surface. However, his sexual tension was coiled up tight and ready to snap out at anything that moved. He wished he could take it out on a certain blue haired asshole.

It had been a month. A motherfucking month. His beautifully infuriating boyfriend had decided to stay away from him for 29 days, 19 hours, and 35 minutes, give or take a few. The only thing he could think of was that he had done something wrong. But what the hell could he have done?

The last time Grimmjow graced Ichigo with his presence, they had gone 15 rounds without stopping, while keeping up a semi-coherent conversation about The Dark Knight Rises and if Bane was better than Bruce Wayne or not. Grimmjow had obviously sided with the masked villain, knowing full well that Ichigo was a complete sucker for anything Batman. To sum everything up, things were going good for being mortal enemies outside of the bedroom.

So what the hell was keeping him away?

Even if his reiatsu sense couldn't save his life, Ichigo knew that no barriers were put up to prevent his lover from visiting. The war was over, and Grimmjow was now truly the King. Being the only arrancar left in Hueco Mundo, he easily dominated the abandoned Las Noches. Ichigo had constantly chided him on his carelessness, leaving his empire to the hollows while he came to 'take a roll in the hay' with him. Perhaps a real matter had come up and Grimmjow was finally taking responsibility?

His pen missed a beat and leaped from his hand, taking a death dive to the ground. No, most likely Grimmjow was trying to fuck with his mind. He would probably show up while Ichigo was on the way to school and kidnap him, dragging him into an alley and making love to him against a dumpster(they had already done it against a wall and on a trash can). Grimmjow would drive Ichigo to unimaginable heights of pleasure while he cursed and shoved his hips down for more and-

"Hey, Shinigami."

"FFFFFFF-" Ichigo nearly jolted out of his chair as an all too familiar hand covered his mouth. He shivered and ran his hands through thick cerulean hair while his lover pressed his face into his own. "It's been too long Kurosaki. I've been tryin' to hold myself back, but yer just too goddamn sexy when yer bent in half while I pound into ya." The soul reaper's previous thoughts of annoyance and anxiety were a pale memory pushed to the back of his mind. Grimmjow scooped him up and slammed him down onto the bed.

"I'm gonna drive ya insane."

Ichigo moaned as Grimmjow planted a rough hickey on his neck. The sharp set of canines roved down the teen's body, ripping holes in his shirt and pausing when they got to where the cloth ended and his jeans started. He sucked in a breath of overall nervousness at what the next ministration would be. Cold fingers slid beneath the dark top and pushed the textile up, exposing his toned abdominal area. They moved down to his pants, and Ichigo sucked in his breath sharply.

It was the unspoken rule of their flings that Grimmjow didn't suck. He always refused when Ichigo tried to goad him into it, and then Ichigo himself would be the one doing the sucking for placing the thought in his mind. Was this his apology for being gone for so long? Oh gods. He couldn't look. He covered his eyes as he felt the freezing digits unbutton his pants, pulling down his boxers. Heated breath warmed his member as it was exposed to the chilled air of early spring. Ichigo covered his eyes tightly as the breath moved closer and closer and-

PPPPHHHHHHHHTTTTHHHHHHBBBBBB BTTHHH

What must have been the sloppiest, wettest, most heart attack inducing raspberry of all time had been planted on his lower abdomen, in the area right above his dick. Ichigo shrieked a little in surprise and jolted to the side, landing in a messy horny heap on the floor. Grimmjow looked like he was going to bust a rib with laughter.

"HA! Oh Goddamnit I didn't think I could get ya to fall for it! God your face has to be the funniest gaddamn thing ever right now!"

He leaned over and kissed the hickey on Ichigo's neck.

"See ya soon Ichi."

…

It had been two weeks since the raspberry prank and Grimmjow was hiding from his second in command, taking refuge in the world of the living. Downtown Karakura, to be exact. He had no idea how to get a Garganta to go anywhere else. Obviously, he wasn't going to tell his subjects that, seeing as he was the only one able to go in and out of Hueco Mundo as they pleased. Grimmjow could not deny that he actually kind of liked Karakura, with its thin layer of normality that masked the immense amount of reiatsu emanating from its core and his boyfriend.

Oh god, his boyfriend.

When he used the term boyfriend, he meant it. Grimmjow definitely had something for Ichigo, if not love. Did fucking him in every direction count as love? If it did, they were the loveliest couple on this planet and any other. But the kid. He was just so….innocent. Even when they got down and dirty, nothing held back, he still retained that air of virginity like it was his first time even though it was at least his 35th that night. And, well, he had taken advantage of it.

Kurosaki just wasn't made to top. Grimmjow just wasn't made to bottom. Hypothetically, they should have worked out perfectly. It was just in his nature to take advantage of the flawless situation. Could he truly deny his hollow instinct? He leaned against a bike rack and sighed. If only he fucking knew what kind of love they had. And if any was there at all.

A familiar feeling spiritual pressure invades his senses, and Grimmjow turns around, suddenly alert. What was Ichigo doing here?

"Grimmjow."

Fuck. The nosebleeds. He could feel them happening. How the fuck did Ichigo manage to look so hot? The teen was in his soul reaper form, but rather than being dressed in the standard shinigami outfit, he wore a skintight black shirt, a long black scarf wrapped around his neck, and short shorts that were waaay shorter than any underwear Grimmjow had ever ripped off of him. Accompanied by a wave of extreme horniness, Grimmjow realized it must mean the soul reaper wasn't wearing anything at all under the bottoms.

He struggled to control himself as Ichigo grasped his shoulders and pressed his face against his chest, tracing his fingers around his hollow hole. God dammit, he knew his weak point! Getting touched there was almost as pleasurable as the same hand being wrapped around his erection. Grimmjow hissed as Ichigo got down on his knees. They were gonna do it in front of all these blind witnesses!

That turned Grimmjow on even more for some ungodly reason.

The arrancar watched as Ichigo slowly undid his sash, tugging down his pants and looking at his erection head on. He pulled down his scarf to expose his mouth-

And was standing right next to him, his pants in hand with a smirk on his face.

"Got you Grimmjow."

Looking down in disbelief, Grimmjow saw the scarf was tightly knotted through his hollow hole, the ends looped around the bike rack.

"That 'scarf' is one of Keisuke's more…kinky inventions. When you tie it to the target, it becomes a bond, attaching them to whatever object you tie them to with a spiritual pressure level that's much, much higher than yours. It dissolves in seven hours."

Grimmjow couldn't help but to grin as Ichigo smiled triumphantly. He sat on the bike rack, pantsless and still rock hard.

"So I sit here until I'm free?"

"That's the idea. I'm keeping these as a memento by the way."

Grimmjow laughed out loud this time.

"Alright Ichigo, ya win this one. But don't think this is over."

Ichigo walked over and kissed Grimmjow full on the lips.

"See you soon, Grimm."

Yep, nope, I'm not getting all of these done by todayXD.

But I'm still going to write the requests. I owe you guys a lot sorry for being so lax on them.

That aside, reviews are nice and Happy Valentines Day again!