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Dinner was an awkward affair. At least, it felt that way to Ichigo. Karin was constantly glaring at Grimmjow. Yuzu was trying to be too nice. And Grimmjow...well, Grimmjow was making himself right at home. Ichigo rolled his eyes, nothing less to be expected from Grimm. At least his stupid father was behaving himself more today.
Well, 'behaving himself more' as in there were no strange comments during dinner. Though the normal flying kick that came his way when Ichigo opened the door was there. His father was so predictable.
But it was really annoying. The way his father would keep looking at Grimmjow with that strange expression of his. Briefly, Ichigo wondered if that was the normal expression a hyper father was supposed to have when his son brought back a probable boyfriend. Unfortunately, he had no one else to double-check that with.
Boyfriend huh…Strange. Ichigo gave a small crooked smile at his bowl of rice.
Grimmjow chose that moment to nudge Ichigo. Startled, he looked up at Grimm.
Grimm's eyes moved a little to his left meaningfully, as if mentally pointing to someone.
Oh right. I forgot. And do I really have to ask this?
Grimm nodded, as though he seemed to have read Ichigo's thoughts.
"Eh, old man, Grimmjow's staying the night alright,"
The alarmed look that crossed Isshin's face for a split second didn't register into Ichigo's mind until after he had kicked Isshin's shin, instinctively thinking that Isshin was going to make an embarrassing comment. By the time Ichigo realised that, Grimmjow had already taken Ichigo's bowl out of his hand and placed it on the table. Muttering a quiet thanks for the food, he pulled Ichigo up to his room. By this time, Ichigo was far too distracted to ponder on Isshin's strange reaction.
Ichigo closed the door to his room and as a safety precaution, locked it. He wouldn't want Isshin to enter in the middle of the night and gave them the fright of their life. Then again, he wouldn't mind seeing Grimmjow shocked. Even for just a moment. He sniggered slightly at the image that thought provided.
Warm arms wrapped around his waist, "What's so funny Ichi?" Grimmjow asked softly, his breath ghosting over Ichigo's ears.
Goosebumps rose as Grimmjow nuzzled Ichigo's ears before nibbling it slightly. He turned around so that he was facing Grimmjow and put his arms around Grimmjow's neck, pulling Grimmjow down to meet him and closing the distance between them.
Later in the night, Ichigo laid there on his bed with Grimmjow's arm wrapped securely around him. He leaned back on the broad muscular chest behind him and watched as lean calloused fingers drew idle circles near his navel. He yawned, tired. Sex with Grimmjow was as rough as ever but Ichigo was glad. Okay fine, so maybe he sounded like a sadist but Grimm had been acting a little too strange throughout the day, as though he was attempting to be gentle. It was nice and all but it just seemed a little out of place with Grimmjow.
Of course even if Grimmjow was attempting to be gentle, he still couldn't hide the fact that he was a horny bastard. As of now, Grimm's hand had travelled lower and was stroking Ichigo's length, fingers sliding over the slit. Ichigo had to suppressed a moan as he felt himself harden a little.
"Grimm, we just did it," Ichigo whined a little.
"I know,"
Instead of stopping, Grimm's hand seemed to have speed up. His left hand, which was not busy stroking Ichigo, was pinching and rubbing Ichigo's dusky nubs. The duo sensation left Ichigo's hand gripping onto the sides of Grimmjow's thigh, fingernails causing imprints on Grimmjow's thighs.
Vaguely, he felt something hard poking his behind and reached around, holding it firmly in his hand. He heard Grimmjow's breath hitched.
The hand on his dick quickened in pace, leaving Ichigo gasping. Grimmjow was no better, his breath coming out harsh and ragged as Ichigo continued pumping him in time with the strokes of Grimmjow's hand.
"Ichigooo..." Grimmjow growled out lowly.
Ichigo shuddered at the way Grimmjow called out his name in that voice. He was so close...
"Ichigooo..." Grimmjow groaned a little, "I've something important to ask you...nngghh..."
"...the hell? Can't - " Ichigo gasped a little, "Can't y-you wait until w-we finished this firss-?" Ichigo hissed as he felt two fingers penetrate him, the rubbing gone from his nipple.
"Can't..." Grimmjow fought to keep a steady voice, "You m-might run away,"
Ichigo stopped his ministrations on Grimmjow suddenly. His right hand came in front of him to grip Grimmjow's hand on his dick while the other reached around to stop Grimmjow's two fingers from moving. This earned him a growl.
"What the fuck Ichi?" Annoyance clear in his voice.
"That will be what I should be asking you. What the hell has got your panties in such a twist that you need to use sex to distract me?" Ichigo asked angrily.
Grimmjow seemed to freeze at his words. The fingers on Ichi's length started drawing idle circles again, only this time it seemed to reflect Grimmjow's hesitation.
To say Ichgio was surprised was putting it mildly. He hadn't thought Grimmjow had it in him to actually hesitate at anything when he seemed so sure of himself all the time.
Grimmjow gave a small noise of irritation before speaking, "Alright alright, it's something pretty dumb actually,"
Rolling his eyes, Ichigo willed his erection down and tried to block out the feel of Grimmjow's dick near his entrance. Otherwise, it would be too hard to concentrate on what Grimm was about to say.
Grimmjow bent to the left, reaching over to the pocket in his abandoned jeans and pulling a small black box out.
"I know this kinda sound sappy and everything," Grimm said gruffly as he opened the plain looking box in front of Ichigo, "But will you marry me?"
In the box, there laid two rings. They looked like plain engagement rings except for the five crosses decorating one half of each ring. As the moonlight shone, Ichigo could glimpse a silver of some word carved onto the plain side of the ring. Mutely, Ichigo stared at them for a while before he managed to find his voice.
"What the - ! Where the hell did you get that idea!"
Grimmjow shrugged indifferently and Ichigo could feel Grimmjow's hardened nipples grazing the skin of his shoulder blades. Shivering slightly at the contact, he tried to concentrate on what Grimmjow was saying.
" - just occurred to me suddenly. Thought you'll be happy since you're such a sap,"
"Excuse me, I'm so not a sap," Ichigo took a deep breath to calm his nerves before continuing, "Are you out of your mind? We're kinda in a war right now. Fricking enemies and everything. And you propose!"
"Exactly! Who the fuck knows when this is going to end! When 'us' is going to end!" Grimmjow said angrily.
Ichigo looked back at Grimmjow, his eyes slightly wider. He hadn't expected Grimmjow to feel this way.
Strong arms wrapped around Ichigo tightly, "I want 'us' to last. Forever," The last part came out as a whisper.
In response, Ichigo only gripped the arms holding him. His mind was still processing Grimmjow's initial question.
"Be mine forever, Ichi,"
Ichigo turned around abruptly at that sentence, surprised by the tone of his voice. One look into Grimmjow's eyes was all the answer he needed. Heck his age. Heck his father. Heck his friends' opinion. Heck Soul Society. Heck everything.
"Forever then," Ichigo leaned in and kissed Grimmjow tenderly.