Note: Prepare for the steaminess~
Grimmjow
It's been five days since the debacle at the ring and Grimmjow was beginning to get antsy. So far there wasn't any significant news from Aizen. which made him nervous. The gangster could be doing anything, meaning that he would have to pay extra attention. A silent boss leader of a mafia group was definitely a dangerous being, even for the undergrounders. Grimmjow had no choice but to wait and so he did. He was watching some documentary about modern weaponry when he heard the door open. The door was unlocked by itself and Grimmjow relaxed. Usually the closest people to him would have a key so the person entering would most probably be someone he was familiar with. Ugh, whoever comes in better bring food.
It was weird actually, he didn't hear any voice. Until,
"Grimmjow? That you?"
Huh, it was ichigo. The kid had a key to his house? Normally he would be annoyed but he honestly didn't mind, the redhead was an exception for many things, he realised. The kid most probably found his only spare when he cleaned the whole damn house.
"Oh hey, that you Ichigo? Ya brought food? Come on over here." Okay, he was hungry. It was his current priority. Also, whenever Ichigo came, he almost always brought awesome food from Ramo's which was a bonus.
After that night, the kiss kept replaying in his mind. It wasn't as if he was a virgin, but he had never kissed someone like that before and actually remembered it. It was odd, as if it meant something to him. The clash of the lips, Ichigo's was so soft and inviting unlike a woman. He didn't want to awkwardly bring it up so he pushed it at the back of his mind. Grimmjow watched as the other man hung up his coat and went in the kitchen.
Damn... Ichigo looked really good today, he was wearing some grey sweater and khaki jeans. His upper body was toned, a little bulkier, comfortable hugged by the woollen sweater and the jeans were just covering all his good spots. His rump and legs more solid, the thigh and calf muscles was a definite sign of exercise and Grimmjow could just appreciate it from afar. He was staring unabashedly but he didn't give a shit. It was his house. He could do whatever the hell he wanted and the kid didn't seem to mind.
Ichigo finally went up towards the couch, he was bent over setting the food on the table. Grimmjow couldn't help but compliment him. He had seen the orange-haired man at his worst, drunk till he couldn't even walk, beat and battered by people who'd taken advantage of him. Seeing him now was a breath of fresh air. The sense of worry that had developed died a little every single time he visited.
"Oh uh, thanks. I got you chicken soup and croutons. From Ramo's,"
Grimmjow's stomach immediately gurgled in approval. It was great, the kid brought him had taken care of his wounds. It was obvious that they were now comfortable with each other. Remembering the last time Ichi visited, they were sitting far apart, Ichigo would avoid eye contact and shit like that. It was a little annoying, actually.
Now, they sat closely, knees touching, shoving food in their mouth watching some new documentary about street food. He didn't bother changing the channel because Ichigo seemed pretty into it and the atmosphere was quite good.
Suddenly, the window rattled and he knew it was the darn cat. This is new. The cat never seemed to visit when guests were over. What made it even more intriguing was when the cat immediately cozied up Ichigo's leg, begging for some of his fish tacos. Even the cat didn't do that to him, and he was the owner. He was appalled, slightly offended.
"Pantera knows you?" He asked, it was a start of a conversation after the long bout of silence.
"Yeah he came in last Tuesday when you were asleep." Ichigo just answered, right before when his face paled. Tuesday was a touchy subject even for him. He was a little appreciative that Ichigo had none to subtly brought it up.
"Oh yeah. About that, thanks Ichigo for the whole thing. The stitches all were great and clean. And the sandwiches, those were," I didn't even get to taste them, fucking Nnoitora ate the whole plate, "nice."
Ichigo didn't really react. He was just nodding and hmm-ed him at the end. It was a sensitive subject and he must be hating Grimmjow for that day. The kid just kept eating, shoving the nachos in his mouth continuously, blatantly not wanting to talk. He went a mile for him: stitching him up, cleaning his nasty ass and even cleaning the blood stains from inside and outside the apartment (saving him from the feds and Aizen, in general). Grimmjow immediately felt bad when he saw Ichigo was none too happy. And the kiss... Fuck, the kid must've been straight or something. Bet he was traumatised. He tried to change the subject,
"So what you been up to?" Thankfully, there was no offending silence and the kid answered enthusiastically. The change of subject was greatly appreciated by the two of them. "I've been working a lot: waiter at an art gallery and a part-time model for an old friend of mine."
"Yeah? My sister visits art galleries a lot, that's where she get art pieces for her café," it was true, Neliel did always like exhibitions. He had to put in an important note about the man, it was just great to hear the man getting his life together, away from the grasp of alcohol and addiction.
"You look way better. Healthier too." Grimmjow smirked when he saw Ichigo couldn't help but blush, the heat rising to his cheeks.
Then, he just smiled at Grimmjow, and it blew him away. Something in Grimmjow's heart shifted and it was a feeling like none he ever felt before. Seeing the expression made him feel as if a switch flipped in him. He couldn't fathom that expression and what it meant to him. Not knowing how to react, he got angry. This has got to stop.
Seeing the empty boxes, "Let's clean this up," Grimmjow abruptly stood. He stacked all their boxes, and motioned to walk past Ichigo. The kid was flustered, also standing up as he neared him. "I'll help."
"Nah it's totally fine. I'll do it," It was just some paper boxes, for god's sake. The kid didn't back down and insistently tried to reach out for the boxes he was holding.
"Grimmjow its fine. You're hurt. I can help you throw it out" Again, the redhead reached for it and he just pulled it back. It was hilarious really. The kid was willing to fight over throwing out garbage with him. Grimmjow kept moving the stuff away, he always played this game with his sister and it was the same hilarity he felt when he did it with Ichigo.
The kid even jumped when he reached it above his head. And, of course, the shared moment had to end when the stupid cat stood behind Ichigo. It was a pretty squeezy spot in between the coffee table and couch. The kid fell and so did he. The kid had landed sitting on the couch while he landed with his arms holding onto the back of the couch. The impact was too minimal to cause any damage but he noticed that he landed over the other man. Their bodies were too close.
"Grimm, are you okay?" Wait, what did he call me? Only a few people had felt close enough to him to call his nickname. And for a long time, only Nel had called him that. It was either Grimmjow or Sexta for the rest of the society. Hearing the man's voice call his term of endearment, it rekindled a flame in his heart. The feelings that he shoved down when he saw the kid smile busted open again.
In reality, the kid was also too close to him. Physically with the smell of his hair, cologne and the outside air, it was overwhelming all of Grimmjow's senses. Their faces were so close, reminding him of what they had shared that night.
"What did you call me?"
The kid immediately broke eye contact, stuttering his answer, in fear and in confusion. "Grimm? Oh sh-, I meant Grimmjow. I didn't mean to call yo-," Motherfuck. He closed the distance roughly. Pushing his body down on the man, their tongues clashing. Ichigo's mouth was already open from speaking and he just took the opportunity to taste the man's mouth. The taste of Mexican food was the strongest but as a whole, the kiss had a hint of cinnamon. It blew Grimmjow's mind that the kid could taste this good.
When the kid wrapped his arms around his neck and played with his hair, Grimmjow was ready to explode. No one had ever touched his hair before but when the other man did it, it was amazing. Even those he had sex with, he didn't let them really explore his body; usually quick lay and done. He had to control himself but he didn't want it to end. The taste was too addictive.
The kiss was getting really hot when Ichigo pulled away, panting. The man had turned his face away and Grimmjow not realising the need to stop just kissed him on the cheek, near the jaw. He felt Ichigo push him a little on the shoulders and he knew it meant they had to stop.
"I'll throw this out." The empty packages were still in his hand, although a little squished. They were wrapped in a plastic so it wasn't really dirty. Grimmjow's mind was still reeling from the kiss. He went to the kitchen, tossing the items in the garbage.
At the sink, he washed his hand and he noticed the itching sensation from the huge wound from his stomach. Shit. Itching wad a really bad sign, especially on a newly healed wound. He had countless wounds to heal from in the past and there were moments where they would get a little infected due to mishandling and shit like that.
It was worrying every single time and he hated it when it happened. He had to get anti biotics and the works, it was exhausting as well. He hadn't noticed that he was still in front of the sink and he was prodding the wound. Softly pressing around to find any particular spot that hurt. He had heard Ichigo walk in the kitchen.
"Grimmjow, are you okay?" The kid sounded worried. He just shoved his shirt down and hoped the kid would just ignore it.
"Nah its nothing. Just a little itchy." Walking away, he didn't bother to check the other man's reaction. He felt Ichigo's hand grip his elbow lightly. And it slid down to his palm, a soft touch to plead.
"Wait, let me see. I have to check if there's anything wrong with it. I fixed it, I want to make sure." Grimmjow couldn't turn down the favour. It was safer to let the man see than letting the possible wound get worse overnight. He just turned and lifted the shirt. Ichigo had knelt by then, prodding the wound softly. Making sure to push every single part, looking up occasionally at his expression to see if it hurt. It wasn't painful but it was kind of itchy.
"The wounds fine, no infection" Thank god. "The stiches were causing the itch. I think you should uh, remove it. There's no infection but there is some growing skin, might accidentally cover the stitches. You want to remove it?"
Ichigo was smiling at the look of his relief. And by then, the kid had just walked to the room as if he knew that he would agree. He can't away no. Ichigo had practically stitched the man up, he was the only one who knew where would've done the stitching. Grimmjow just followed him in the room noticing that Ichigo was very much used to the layout of the room. He knew where the stuff were and was already digging through his med stash for the tweezers and scissors.
Letting his 'nurse' make all the preparations, he just whipped off his shirt and sat in the bed. Staring out the window, he looked out at the streets at night. There wasn't much but it always made him calm to see things from afar. The kid was already working on removing the stiches and he just zoned out.
He didn't feel like he wanted to say anything so he didn't. The kid didn't seem to mind the silence either. It was a good half an hour when the stitches were all removed. The ones on his stomach were taken off, but the ones on his arm were still pretty raw. The kid made sure to clean all the wounds with alcohol, even changing the bandages on his arm. He just obeyed Ichigo's orders. It wasn't much, he was being healed anyway. Obviously, the kid knew what he was doing. And, it was surprising when he saw the kid's nimble fingers when handling his wounds. He didn't remember how the kid had stitched him up but from what he could tell the past few days, it was pretty tight, on par with Syazel's work. The kid had experience with first aid and it made him curious about the kid's past. What did the kid go through to be able to know how to handle major injuries?
"Okay, all done. It'll take about another few days for your arm to heal so take care of it." The kid had told him as he walked into the toilet with the pan of used equipment.
As he stood up, Grimmjow silently followed behind the man and leaned on the door frame. Ichigo was cleaning his hands while he just stood there watching. The place was all too familiar to both of them. They had kissed twice. Once was an accident, twice definitely wasn't. The kid obviously felt something towards him and so did he.
"How'd you know how to do all that?"
"Do what?" The kid was scrubbing his hands scrupulously. Getting the soap underneath the nails and all that medical practitioner washing routine. It was pretty clear that he had actual hospital experience to know the thorough hand washing technique and the handling of medical equipment. He had always seen Syazel do his thing, in the same room, in the same place. The familiarity of medical handling was uncanny and a little disconcerting.
Not looking at him, "My dad's a doctor. I used to help him out in the clinic." The other man turned off the tap, wiping his hands on some of the paper roll. The man walked out of the toilet and Grimmjow let him pass. Ichigo went out to look for his bag and Grimmjow just stared at him, following behind Ichigo like a cat. A lot of questions in his head, all about the kid. As he finished packing, Ichigo finally face him.
They were face to face by the door. Ichigo was already leaving. "I gotta go. Thanks for hanging out with me."
"Nah, thank you. We should do this again," Grimmjow replied.
"Yeah definitely." Ichigo already opening the door, Grimmjow felt urgent all of sudden. He wanted to make sure that what he shared with Ichigo was mutual and not one-sided. If they wanted to meet this often, he wanted to know how far he could take this.
Grimmjow grabbed Ichigo by his waist, pulling him into his chest. The wound in his arm hurt but as always it didn't matter. He shoved his lips into the other man's again, waiting for Ichigo's reaction. When he felt the other react by participating, Grimmjow was pretty sure that it was definitely not one-sided.
Again, the kid wrapped his arms around his neck. As soon as they parted, Grimmjow internally groaned when he saw Ichigo's lips were puffy and red. A thin line of saliva hanging down his chin, his face a little debauched. It was a great look on him and Grimmjow set a goal to take it even further.
Their lips had parted but they were still stuck together in their embrace. His hands were resting at the small of his back, underneath the thick coat.
"We should go for a spar," Huh? "I'll text you the address to the gym." Ichigo kept going on, unwrapping Grimmjow's arms from his waist.
"What? Okay? Wait, you have my number?" Grimmjow was as confused as much as he was turned on. Ichigo had wiggled out of his grip, which he purposely made it hard to remove, already walking away.
"I saved it on your phone when you were asleep. Bye." The man waved and headed down the emergency staircase. Grimmjow stood at the front if his doorstep, still confused at what Ichigo had offered him and just watched as the man left.
Then, the phone in his sweatpants buzzed.
Kurosaki_Ichigo:
Seireitei gym.
41 roppongi district
Next week? 7am?
Grimmjow: Sure. Meet you there.
They had met at the gym. Ichigo came in a little late to find that Grimmjow was already warmed up and sweating. He was on the punching bag, beating the life out of the innocent bag of sand. And of course, like all typical boxers his top half was bare except for a pair of shorts on. His naked body was glorious, putting some of the boxers to shame with all those shoulder muscles and everything else. Ichigo felt a little jealous when he compared his body to Grimmjow but it was just a slight jealousy. He was pretty sure he couldn't pull off any sort of confidence with that body especially with that hair. Grimmjow just did it flawlessly and Ichigo was just happy that he could appreciate it up close and personal.
He walked in, already wrapped up and ready to go. His knuckles, and most of his legs were wrapped in sports tape for good measure. Grimmjow asked for another five minutes of punching the hell out of the thing while Ichigo did some jump-roping. From afar, Zaraki had seen him from the staff lounge and was heading towards them.
The man had been his coach recently, helping him out with some boxing and training exercises here and there. The man definitely had a grudge on him because he was damn sure the huge man was trying to kill him with all the exercises. Whenever he finished a two hour session at the gym, he had to make sure his schedule was empty that day because he wouldn't be able to move afterwards. Even then, he realised the next few days that his muscles were in top condition and his reflexes almost as fast as it was years ago.
Zaraki had closed up to them and Grimmjow had stopped to meet Ichigo. Ichigo did the introductions, "Zaraki this is Grimmjow. Grimmjow, Zaraki." There was a strained silence. Both the men were viciously staring at each other, more likely to be glaring. "Yeah, we met before." Grimmjow told Ichigo, explaining the possible beef between them.
"A couple of times," Zaraki added. Both their voices constrained, growling. A lot of testosterone flying around, even more than the ones lingering the sweaty man-filled gym. Grimmjow didn't even face Ichigo once as they were near each other, everybody was so serious and it even made Ichigo tense.
Zaraki all of a sudden did that insane grin. The freaky happy one that he would only show if he really liked the person. It always freaked people out when he did that, especially since he had no other expression other than the snarling, glaring one. He always looked like he had a knife hidden somewhere, waiting for someone to test him so that he could kill the brutally. "Like he said. We met. You boys can use the practice room back there. I'll rent it for ya." Zaraki told them before heading towards the raised platform.
Ichigo nodded, grabbing Grimmjow by the arm and walking towards the practice room. Obviously the atmosphere there was pretty ominous, Ichigo was sure they were exchanging death threats telepathically.
The door closed and they were warming up on their own.
"You ready Grimmjow?" Ichigo was pretty confident about his skills. His body was already accustomed to battle mode. Furthermore he had a slight feeling that the other man would take it easy on him.
They started throwing hooks and punches towards each other. He dodged his head down, and left then to the right. Angling his body, he was forced to take a few steps back. I seem to have stand corrected. Grimmjow was definitely not taking it easy on him. His punches were heavy and fast, Grimmjow knew what he was doing. But so did Ichigo.
Ichigo avoided almost all his hits, occasionally he would counter but it wouldn't be enough to actually cause damage. And naturally, Grimmjow could go faster and throw in some kicks. Ichigo was on his toes, reacting instinctively. His body leaned away from the direction of the hits making sure it won't land on any part of the body like how he usually did in the competitions. Grimmjow was patient and stable. Ichigo, getting a hold of the pace, placed some hits of his own. Grimmjow would avoid but Ichigo made sure he followed quickly enough to land some of them. Ichigo mostly kicked, confidently so.
After a long exchange, both of them were sweating and panting a little but not faltering a single bit. Both of them were tense, taking this fight almost too seriously. Grimmjow went in with a low knee kick, taking Ichigo by surprise. Ichigo barely avoided, falling back.
He landed on his hands, raising his feet in the air and did a windmill with his hands still on the ground. He used the momentum to kick Grimmjow's left shoulder.
Grimmjow was a taken aback but still managed to block the attack. However, it did push him back a lot. The momentum of the kick sending him aback. Ichigo then flipped to land on his feet, proud that his short savate lesson in high school paid off. Grimmjow was impressed, Ichigo could tell from the raised eyebrows.
"Savate?" Grimmjow asked, as he regained his balance.
"Judo, karate, bits of everything," Ichigo answered. Grimmjow smiled widely. It would be such a turn on if it wasn't so scary in the middle of a fight. Almost too soon, they exchanged blows again and Grimmjow was getting too fast. Next thing he knew, he was caught in a body lock, Grimmjow sitting on his mid-riff above him. Putting up a fight, he tried to escape, Grimmjow moving and making sure he stay suppressed. Grimmjow had his crotch under Ichigo's, his legs despite being under, he had his calves pressing down on Ichigo's stomach, in a weird scissors position. The pressure was undeniable and Ichigo had almost no way out.
Getting a lot more desperate, he pushed his flexibility to the limit. Ichigo tightly wrapped his legs around Grimmjow's waist and lifted his whole body up, throwing his body forward using whatever strength he had. He made sure to push Grimmjow's shoulders back as he fell forward so Grimmjow would fall on his back and Ichigo would been top of him; a complete reversal. The method had been successful since both were unbalanced with their centre of gravity being higher than usual in that position.
Again, Grimmjow was impressed, allowing Ichigo to sit atop of him and savour his escape. Ichigo was sitting on the other man's crotch, his ass on the man's junk, he was basically straddling the man. He could tell that the other man was half-hard. It was typical during a fight, adrenalin did that to your body. Blood was flowing everywhere.
Feeling the thickness under him, he made sure to wiggle his bottom atop of it. Maintaining an innocent look, as if he didn't do it on purpose but he could hear the man groaning. Ichigo couldn't help but smile, the last few minutes their bodies were practically meshed together. If it weren't for them taking the fight seriously, it would've been an arousing session.
Ichigo stared at the man below him, both of them not making any movement to change the position. Grimmjow realising that Ichigo was doing it on purpose, grabbed Ichigo's hips and grinded upwards. Oh fuckkkk. He made sure the man above him could feel the hardening rod in his shorts. Like in any battle, the other man didn't give up. He moaned aloud, giving Grimmjow a glimpse of the noises he could make. He knew he looked good, he was sweaty, his grey shirt damp, and his neck was moist. He dragged his fingers down the man's chest down his abs, raking the other man's naked muscles and sweat. He was satisfied to see a little of the red scratches rising up on the man's tan skin above the scars.
This was definitely a turn on for Grimmjow, hinted from the guttural groan he coaxed from the man. They weren't stingy with their voices since they were in a private practice room. The floor padded with the blue mats, making it a comfortable spot to have some fun.
Ichigo stared at the door in front of him and realised that this was not a place to share this sort of affection so he immediately stood up.
"Guuuhh..." Ichigo groaned as all his muscles ached, especially the ones on his legs.
Ichigo reached out his hand to help Grimmjow up. "Damn, you were good." Grimmjow said as he stood up, fixing the boner in his shorts. They had to walk outside and sporting boners was not a kid-friendly thing to do.
"You were obviously holding back but thanks anyway," Ichigo answered honestly. The other man was limiting himself. To the normal eye, it wasn't obvious but Ichigo could see. All his movements were controlled, how much strength and even the speed he needed. Ichigo knew that the man had more to offer but letting go would mean definite injuries. Grimmjow just shrugged, slapping his ass as they made out the room.
"Faster Baldy! Even my ma could hit faster than ya," Zaraki was hanging at the side of the ring, monitoring a boxing practice fight. The man being ridiculously tall could comfortably stand and watch the fight when other spectators had to look up. They had to walk pass him in order to get to the showers.
"Go on without me. I need to talk to Kenpachi for a bit," Grimmjow waved him away. Ichigo just nodded, figuring that the man wanted to catch up with the coach. They did seem to really know each other.
"I'll wait for you at the water cooler. I'll get your stuff as well," Ichigo replied.
Grimmjow just nodded and they walked opposite directions.
The kid was good. And as a fighter he wasn't going to lie. He could definitely see why Ichigo was Olympic material. His legs were already long, extending the normal reach for the kick. In addition to that, the force behind it wasn't a joke. It was definitely practiced before, carrying a good amount of weight to throw people off. Not only that, the orange-haired got some other hidden skills. His boxing was still rough on the edges, a little slow and clumsy but when he pulled a savate move and other moves, Grimmjow was floored.
The kid definitely had skill. He was holding back but even with that, there was no such thing as underestimating when he was with Ichigo. The speed was as fast as a regular match and even faster when he pushed it. Ichigo clearly kept up and Grimmjow couldn't believe it. The kid was Espada rank if he had to qualify Ichigo.
As he remembered the fight, he groaned in frustration, specifically, sexual frustration. The kid was a tease half the time, and at the last few minutes he knew Ichi was playing with him. Rubbing his ass on his crotch like that was dirty play. The kid knew how to move it, Grimmjow was pretty sure getting down to actual business would be orgasmic. Oh god, and when he moaned. Grimmjow was going to remember that expression for eternity. Those lips wide open in the air, head thrown back, and body all sweaty. That was with clothes on, imagining him without clothes was a dangerous thing to do in a public situation.
Snapping out of his reverie, the practice spar ended and he motioned for Zaraki to come and talk with him, in private. Back to business.
"What's up, Sexta? Want a rematch?" Zaraki joked as they went towards the empty space.
"Fuck no, I already beat your crazy ass once," he sighed and there was a pause. "So, you heard about the crackdown. No point going around the subject. I wanna hear it, straight to the point."
"Yeah, I was there during your fight. Security was extra harsh that day. Heard that somebody tipped off the location to the Feds." That sounded most likely. The cops were always on Aizen's tail but never been able to even get a mile close to Aizen. Hearing the alarm that day meant that someone inside had been loose-lipped. After working with Aizen that long, he knows every visitor had been screened and being familiar with the how they hunted traitors, the person must already be lying in his own blood, tortured and dead in a ditch somewhere.
"Did they manage to locate it? Las Noches?"
"Of course not. Ya talking about Aizen here. You of all people know the Feds can't even get close to him. By the time the feds came near the security area, everyone's evacuated. Pretty sure the Feds can't find a single thing." Grimmjow just nodded, not surprised about the results.
After being in the dark for a few days, it was some relief that he finally knew a little about what happened. He hadn't heard from anyone since then and to think that he had to hear it from another person was really odd. Grimmjow's silence after that, paired with his expression portrayed his confusion. Kenpachi caught his expression,
"What? They didn't tell you about this?"
"Nah. Didn't make any contact since then."
"That sounds like bad news. Ya think Aizen planning on relocating the arena?"
"No. Definitely not. That place is where his throne stands, he's in the middle of his drug cartel and his fighters, where he would be the safest. Ain't no way in hell he gon move it for some weak cops who can't even reach past he security measure." Kenpachi snickered in approval as he heard Grimmjow give his opinion.
"True that. Everybody's been checking out the arena if it's open since then. No news but you'll definitely know when its back."
Grimmjow just grunted. It was most probable that he would be contacted first before Las Noches would be back in business. They had to plan the new listing, get the fighters on board before they could get anything started.
"So orange-head your new boyfriend, huh?" Grimmjow was pretty shocked when he heard the man suddenly say that.
"No. I wish." Grimmjow said truthfully.
"Ya both fucking?" Zaraki questioned the other possibility.
"Of course not. Not yet." That tease definitely gon get it soon though.
"HAH, both of you came out with fucking boners, ya think I'm stupid? I might be thick-skulled but I ain't blind." Honestly, he was still as hard as a rock after that last move. It wasn't helping that he was wearing only a pair of boxers and sports shorts, those flimsy materials couldn't conceal shit.
"Be careful with his legs, they pack way too much punch for a kid his size. Might even kick yer ass." Zaraki continued his comment. Those legs were definitely something alright.
"Fuck you," Grimmjow replied, a little annoyed with what it connoted.
"No thanks, get back to yer new boytoy. Got other better things to do," the giant walked off, not bothering to say goodbye. Grimmjow grinned and flipped him off as he walked away. After hearing that there wasn't anything major going on from outside the arena, he was relieved, albeit to an extent. There was still many stuff to settle and he could only wait to hear from Ulquiorra.
Grimmjow whipped out his phone as he walked to the showers near the water coolers where they said they would meet. Ichigo already brought all their stuff with him so he just had to go there. He strolled past and he was very sure people were gawking at him. He was a six-foot something man with blue hair, he had tattoos, scars and was built like a brick wall. Furthermore, he was not wearing a shirt. He wasn't exactly the typical gym junkie in the middle of the richest districts. His hair was like a flashing beacon of opinions and like always, the shit he gave never once existed.
He finally caught sight of Ichigo talking to some lesbian gym trainer; he could tell from the way she stood and her gym clothes. They were talking enthusiastically, until Ichigo saw him approaching as well and pointed to him while saying something to her. The woman, clearly not interested in men, just raised her eyebrows and walked away.
"Come on, let's go shower," Grimmjow grabbed his stuff from Ichigo's other shoulder that wasn't carrying his own stuff. He headed for the male room when Ichigo stopped him, "Not here. We're going to the VIP showers."
Grimmjow whistled, "VIP? You got some major connections, damn."
Seireitei Corporation was a major conglomerate, having their own line of hotels, shopping malls, schools, you name it. And it's a given that they would have the same huge control in the underground market. Seireitei was Aizen's number one partner and rival. If the two gangs were to ever meet on either turfs, it'll be mostly for business. No one dared to pick a fight with each other, it was death wish unless you want to start a gang war. Seeing that Ichigo had a VIP card would largely mean that he has some sort of heavy presence in Seireitei. He had to make sure if he was going to have something with Ichigo there shouldn't be any rival gang shit going on.
"This?" He motioned to the black VIP card on the black lanyard. "Nah, this is my best friend's membership. He got it for Christmas. He would never visit a gym unless it's for picking up dates." Grimmjow was undoubtedly a little relieved. The kid has no relations with any gangs, that's good news.
They entered the VIP section at the back of the second floor; Ichigo went forward with tapping the card on the security lock, allowing entrance for the both of them. The size of the VIP shower was the size of the whole public shower combined. It was for one person's use at a time, emphasising how limited the membership was given out. There were all sorts of facilities for a 'shower'. Grimmjow even spotted a small Jacuzzi and a sauna. Other than that, it was mainly three glass shower stalls and a few full sized lockers. Near the entrance there was a small food section: fruits, protein bars and some fruit juice of the day. Grimmjow was definitely impressed, he could get used to this.
As Ichigo put their stuff on the wooden seats across what seemed to be his own personal locker, Grimmjow's phone buzzed.
Unknown number:
Espada. Home base. 23rd. 9pm.
Speak of the devil, literally. He sighed. He had to sit down on the wooden seat to get his head back in place. He still carried injuries which would lengthen his recovery time. This was bad news especially since he would not be able to meet the months total fight quota. Furthermore, he had not been able to kill that weak guy. He would have to go all out on the next one, he had to somehow get the money flowing. He was already planning out what moves he was going to have to do.
"Hey you done? The showers free. I've washed up." Ichigo was slowly walking in, checking out something on his shoulder. He hadn't noticed that he had been staring out for that long time. He noticed the orange-haired man was wearing only a towel on his hips and his hair still wet, he was testing Grimmjow's patience.
Grimmjow inwardly groaned as he looked at the beautiful specimen before him, all innocent and oblivious. Ichigo went towards the locker in front of Grimmjow. Fuck. He could feel his shorts getting a little tighter as something grew bigger. With the newly showered smell and his wet skin looking all glossy, Grimmjow was officially going crazy. Seeing Ichigo's toned back facing him, he was this close to shoving the kid on the ground and getting that innocent mouth on his dick.
The other man opened his locker, sorting out the stack of clothes and even bending down a little. He had just given Grimmjow the best view of his life, that round ass covered by a thin towel. The solid yet supple cheeks with the dimples got Grimmjow all hot and bothered. His phone laying forgotten on the bench. Ichigo was humming some song and pulling his shirt on. Holding his pants, he just dropped the towel dangling on his hips; not even bothering about Grimmjow's presence and just starting to look for a pair of boxers in the locker.
"Hey Grimm, you wanna get some food together? I'm gonna change out and w-" he heard Ichigo speak to him. Hearing that name again and that hidden tattoo on the butt cheek, he couldn't hold himself back anymore. That's it.
Slam!
Grimmjow shoved Ichigo face first into the lockers next to him. Ichigo was pushed on the metal doors, his face on its side and his own hands on the side of his head to keep balance. Ichigo could feel a hand in between his shoulder and keeping him there. And the other hand, on his exposed ass, squeezing his left butt cheek where there was a small swastika tattoo. Then, the other man shoved his own body behind Ichigo, grinding his whole body on Ichigo's back. Grimmjow couldn't take anymore of the his teasing. He was going to give one last warning before he actually tries to mount the kid.
"You got to stop Ichigo. Stop all of this teasing." At the particular word, he grinded his hard rod in between the exposed ass, making sure to use his hand to pull the cheek aside, exposing a little of his intimate.
"You're testing my patience here. One day I'm gonna give it to you all good then I'm gonna pound you so hard you won't even be able to walk. Ya like that?" The man was right beside his ear, whispering those dirty words.
Ichigo
The lower half of the other man's body was humping and rubbing his exposed bottom. There was legitimately only a pair of shorts and boxers before they was actual penetration. Even then, Ichigo was mesmerized by the way Grimmjow moved his hips all over him. The other man's hands were travelling all over, especially under his shirt on the stomach and on the nipples. His mouth was breathing near his neck, occasionally kissing the nape. Ichigo was simply speaking, horny, he was purposely testing the man but he didn't expect this outcome. He was initially shocked by the shoving but after that it was all sexual pleasure. His own cock hardening in between the locker door and his own body. With Grimmjow's humping and grinding, his own cock was rubbing on the cold metal door, at least there was some semblance of friction.
Suddenly the presence behind him disappeared totally, and he saw Grimmjow sauntering off towards the shower.
He let out his held breath and grabbed his chest, trying to calm his rapid heart rate. He had wanted to only give Grimmjow a little show but maybe the 'little' show was too much for the other man. Obviously the other man was holding out on him regarding his own desires. Ichigo shivered again as he thought back about the promise the other man made. His ass clenched a little and his cock throbbed. He was half-hard but he continued to put on his boxer-briefs and pants. As he was finally fully dressed, Grimmjow had walked out fully clothed and his hair still a little wet. Ichigo waited expectantly for Grimmjow. He was waiting to know if they were going to continue hanging out or if the other had plans on his own. Just as they grabbed their stuff,
"Come on, I'll bring you out to eat at someplace good."
Grimmjow had brought him to one of the shop-houses in the district. It was nearby I.D in fact. He was pretty sure he hadn't been to any of the restaurants there. Mainly because he was pretty sure it'll be too darned expensive with all the international menu and the grand environment, all that jazz. Even though he was already making a pretty penny with his two jobs, he still was frugal by nature. His mother didn't raise no child with a silver spoon in their mouth.
It was a dainty coffee shop, one of those hipster cafés. As he entered the shop, he saw a familiar shade of green on the only employee there. The woman hadn't noticed him but Ichigo was very sure he knew the woman, it wasn't hard to forget that bombshell beauty especially with that shade of hair. The whole weird and cool presence was eerily similar to the man next to him, as if someone could forget a face like that with blue hair on top of that.
The hanging doorbell signalled their entrance and the lady behind the counter glanced at them. As she saw Grimmjow's face, the expression on her face immediately lit up and she hurried towards them.
"Grimmy! Finally!" Grimmy? Ichigo wondered how she had actually knew that man, but he swallowed the feeling in. She hugged Grimmjow, her arms around his neck. She was a little shorter than Ichigo but still startlingly tall for a woman. Grimmjow grinned widely, wrapping his own arms around her waist, bear-hugging her and even lifting her off the ground and spinning a little. Something in Ichigo's mind clicked and he instantly felt bile rising in his throat. He looked away, not expecting the reaction.
"Oh my god! Is this him? You must be Ichigo right? Thank you so much for helping my brother!" She grabbed him, shoving his face into her chest. Now, that's different. He expected that she would hug him like how she did with Grimmjow. It seemed like all women wanted to shove his head into their bosom. He wasn't into that unfortunately. Ichigo was instantly relieved when he heard the word 'brother'. He didn't exactly know why but it sure satiated some part of him.
"Wait, you look familiar though..." She let him go, and Ichigo could finally breathe. She was blatantly staring at his features as if she was trying to remember how she knew his face. Ichigo stared at her as well. So that was where the resemblance came from. It made a lot of sense that she would be related to Grimmjow. Both of them standing out in the crowd. With their amazing physique and oddly coloured hair, they definitely belonged somewhere more exquisite and foreign than Karakura.
It continued for a few long seconds, even Grimmjow coughed to signal for them to hurry things up. Ichigo was a little impatient with her guessing so he just decided to tell her where they've met before.
"We met at the art gallery, you kinda saved my actual ass." Within a heartbeat, she finally remembered, showing her million watt smile.
"Oh yeah, you were the cute waiter. The man was just going all up on your butt. I mean, I can't just stand there and do nothing." She went on and commented. On the other hand, Grimmjow looked hella confused. He was a little unnerved by what he was hearing.
"Wait, what?" Grimmjow wanted to clarify.
"Oh don't be so jealous Grimmjow. He was on his job when there was some man who kept rubbing his butt. I came by and told him off. Poor kid." Ichigo nodded at her explanation. It was actually more to 'she scared him off by nearly breaking his wrist' but 'telling him off' sounded more suitable for the conversation.
After formally introducing themselves, Neliel brought them to their seat. There were no other customers, it was only 10 in the morning on a Monday. She fled to the kitchen, leaving both of them alone.
They continued their conversation, talking about each other's origins. Ichigo told the other man almost everything he could remember about himself: where he came from, about his childhood and even about what he did after he'd left home. He even brushed through the whole alcohol addiction thing again with the man, fitting it into his whole life-story. It was a tough experience telling another person what he'd been through but it was a way to let it out, instead of bottling it all in. Grimmjow, on the other hand, did the same thing. Telling him of how he grew up: in and out of Germany and everywhere else. His parents were philanthropists and researchers, bringing their children around wherever they went.
Neliel soon joined in the conversation, rolling the food cart by their table. She had cooked for them a whole meal for three in that short period of time, it was an interesting mix of Mediterranean food. They ate comfortably, continuing their conversation.
Ichigo found out a lot about them. And he was mildly shocked how comfortable she was in telling him about all this, although they had just formally met. Some people had their own degree sensitivities and limits, maybe Grimmjow and him were those who had a larger tendency to hide than others. He learnt many things. Apparently, both of the siblings could speak multiple languages.
Soon, the siblings went on tattletale about each other when they were younger, Neliel was particularly enthusiastic, "Before I met Grimmjow, he was three and I was five-"
"Wait, met? Aren't you blood related?" It turns out Grimmjow and Neliel weren't actual blood related siblings, his father had married her mother after both their respective partners passed. It was astonishing since they shared so many similar traits as a pair of older sister and brother that one wouldn't even consider the notion that they were actually step-siblings. Step-siblings or blood-related siblings, they were still a part of each other and that part of what they shared shone during the conversation.
Apparently, as they grew up together, they became close to each other especially with their parents so busy in their careers, often getting into a lot of trouble. Being travellers at such a young age; in addition to that, many of the places they lived in were third world and dangerous, the family had to stick close to each other. They shared some horrifying stories, with a close call to death. It would inspire awe from others but Ichigo felt pity. They were only kids and they couldn't have a normal childhood. But looking at what they were brought up with and who they are now, he could understand why they were abnormally strong people, physically and mentally. A trait like helping people out without fear and full of consideration was rare in a materialistic society here, he wished more people were like them.
In their teenage years, Neliel went to a girls' boarding school and Grimmjow went to a normal high school somewhere in the Sweden. Their parents left them on their own the moment they were able to, legally. Reaching adulthood, Grimmjow joined the navy and Neliel worked in a martial arts gym in their homeland, Germany. After Grimmjow got discharged from service due to his injury, he went back to live with his sister. Their parents chose to settle in Mozambique, finally giving the last part of their life career to helping the extremely poor, letting their kids live without them for the other part of their lives. It should've been a tough time doing so but the two of them told it as if they were unaffected by it, a little bitter even.
Ichigo had noticed that when they were talking about that part of their life, their smile faltered and there was a tension in the air. There was a daunting feeling as if they were missing out on a certain part of their story. Even as they had finished their food and talking, they kept looking at each other.
"So why did you move here?" Both of the siblings looked at him, a grim expression on their face and they turned to look at each other.
Ring, ring!
Just then, the bell on the shop door broke the silence. A couple of customers had just walked in and Neliel had to go and tend to them. Grimmjow, then took that moment to stand up, offering Ichigo a hand to make a move. It seemed like he didn't want to bother his sister while she was working. They said their goodbyes, Ichigo went over to pay Neliel for the food but she rejected it, saying it was on the house since he came in with his brother.
Considering that their conversation ended abruptly and both of them not wanting to talk about it, Ichigo didn't stay on the subject.
"Wanna get some vegan ice-cream?" Ichigo didn't want to admit that he was still hungry but he was, frightfully so. He usually ate a lot after a long bout in the gym in the early morning. And after hanging out with Grimmjow for a few times, he knew both of them shared big black hole of a stomach, he knew that the other man wouldn't deny.
After shoving ice cream in their mouth, Ichigo had realised that the other man had a bigger appetite than his own. The man ate his own share of ice cream as well as half of Ichigo's. And both of them had ordered the mega-sized cup. Ichigo could say they had a fun time, they were focused on each other; not giving a shit if they were hanging out with their huge gym bags around. They strolled around the city area, choosing to be tourists on their own land. Occasionally Grimmjow would unconsciously crack a joke leaving Ichigo breathless and laughing his ass off in the middle of the sidewalk, causing passers-by to stare at him in question.
Soon enough, it was already dark. They had spent the whole day together but it didn't feel like it. Choosing to end the time together, they decided to have dinner on the go, eating some sort of foldable pizza on the way back.
"I'll walk you back," when they alighted the bus, where they would separate in opposite directions to head off to their respective apartments. Grimmjow walked beside him, never leaving his side. Ichigo wondered if the day could be any better.
Currently, they were under Ichigo's apartment, Grimmjow even offered to walk him upstairs. As they ascended the open stairs, they passed the second floor where Yoruichi lived.
Please, please don't come out. He knew that every single time he came back to the apartment Yoruichi would bust out to greet him, asking him about everything. As the apartment owner, she had the CCTV system of the stairs fixed into her house. Unfortunately, most of the time when she chooses to do that, she would be naked. Ichigo prayed really hard that it would be an exception today since he did come back last night.
"ICHIGO!" Her door slammed open, Ichigo and Grimmjow just took one step up the stairs from her apartment. They were facing her apartment entrance and there she stood in all her bronze fit glory. Nothing to be hidden, everything bared for the whole world to see. Grimmjow whistled lowly as he stared at the woman. Ichigo was pretty sure he was gay by then but he had to admit Yoruichi was a wet dream for all male species. Ichigo face palmed, and went to cover her privates with his arms, trying to help shelter her bits.
"WEAR SOME CLOTHES PLEASE! Every single day! Seriously?!" She only laughed and playfully ran in her own house, dragging Ichigo by his arms into her room. Ichigo had managed to mouth a 'wait here' before he was shoved inside the room.
"Soooooo, is that hunk the one you talked about?" she asked as she wore some clothes, Ichigo noticed that she had skipped wearing any undergarments. Ichigo, being a gentleman, looked away as due changed.
"Yeah," and he tried to hide a smile.
"You soooo like him..." Yoruichi rolled her eyes and walked out to the main door where Grimmjow was waiting. They stared at each other, Ichigo noted that they looked at each other as if they knew each other. It was deja vu. He grabbed Grimmjow by the arm and pulled him up the stairs. The atmosphere was a little off, something about today was unsettling especially with the other man.
In front of his own apartment door, Ichigo's heart was beating furiously. "So, uh this is where I live. Thanks a lot for today. We should hang out more." Ichigo didn't make eye contact, constantly looking past Grimmjow's ears. He was very sure his own ears were red.
Grimmjow laughed, "Yeah, it took my mind of a lot of things. Come over more, bring food though, my door won't open if you don't."
Ichigo took that time to look at the man. Almost immediately, he was blown away at the man's aquamarine eyes, staring so deeply into him. Oh god, I like this man. God help me.
Ichigo's brain was effectively fried as he remembered what they did in the locker-room and during the spar. He could feel the heat rising into his cheeks and he felt the urge to make a run for it.
"Okay, bye." Ichigo hurriedly turned a 180 and grabbed the doorknob, turning the key that was already inside. As his hands touched the metal knob, Grimmjow grabbed him, turning him and shoving him on the wooden door. Ichigo was really frustrated when he found out that he really liked it when the man did some manhandling and pushed him around. Ichigo wasn't exactly a small man but Grimmjow had him moved around as if he was.
He had no choice but to face the man in front of him. "You acting shy now? What happened to the Ichigo at the gym?" The man was smirking, a little intimidating with the way he caged Ichigo in. Ichigo was speechless and he didn't react. He didn't even manage to give a reaction. Grimmjow sensed that he may have had been a little too forward and backed up.
"At least give me a kiss." The man actually embarrassed after being so confident which made Ichigo fangirl a little. This coming from the man who shoved him on the door all manly. Who knew that even he could be embarrassed? Ichigo's heart melted a little when he discovered that Grimmjow had that soft and considerate side to him.
Ichigo grabbed the man's face and pushed his lips to his. It was a slight peck and the man reciprocated. They shared a sweet kiss, not as dirty as the one they had shared before; like a rose to the lips, it was gentle and soft.
"Goodnight, Grimmjow," and the door closed.
Hope you guys appreciate this chapter. Knowing that I change perspectives a lot, I have attempted to at least signal whenever it happens. Even then, I do it more often than I should've. I hope you guys can look past that and support the story! Updates coming soon! Reviews make me write fasterrr~