A/N: I recently revisited Copperscript's writing and rediscovered my addiction to GrimmIchi. Does anyone else even still read these anymore? :D
This is a oneshot PWP. Enjoy!
Ichigo rubbed his face and tried to stifle a yawn. He failed, and the older man on the other end of the video conference call apologized profusely for the late hour.
It was already past three in the morning, well past normal working hours where Ichigo lived, but the Kurosaki Medical Foundation had offices all over the world. It was not uncommon for Ichigo to work at odd hours. He was the heir to the business after all, and he preferred to be hands-on.
The call finally ended thirty minutes later. Allowing himself to relax at last, Ichigo pushed his chair away from the desk and stretched. He winced when his joints popped noisily. He really should exercise more, but it was difficult to find the time with his busy schedule. He could barely find enough time to rest as it was.
In the back of his mind, Ichigo heard his dad lecture him on the virtue of finding time for himself. You're not young anymore, when are you going to bring a girl home, hmm?
Ichigo chuckled to himself. His father was in for a surprise. If he ever brought someone home, it wouldn't be a girl. But that was neither here nor there. He didn't have time to date, so his father would just have to wait longer.
Gathering his things from the desk, Ichigo glanced at his watch and pursed his lips. He normally had a driver on his beck and call, but he hated to bother the poor man at this hour. Maybe he could catch a cab. There were usually many in this area.
He took the elevator down to the lobby, noting the empty hallways and darkened offices as he passed them. All the usual inhabitants were probably all tucked into their warm beds. So would he, he mused, just a touch wistfully, had he someone to return home to.
The lobby was well lit, and even though it was quiet, was not empty. A man was seated in the chair at the reception desk, arms up with his fingers laced behind his head and long legs kicked up on the desk, crossed at the ankles. It was the security guard who manned the lobby after hours.
The man started and spun around as Ichigo approached. Ichigo took one look at the man's features and nearly tripped over his own feet in surprise. This was not the security guard he knew. While Starrk was always pleasing to the eye, this man was in a whole different league. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a head of tousled, captivating blue hair. The standard-issue security guard uniform molded to his body like an expensive suit, leaving little to imagination.
Ichigo didn't even realize he had been staring until the man cleared his throat.
"Good morning," Ichigo said hastily, feeling heat rise from his neck.
"Mornin'," the man replied. Eyes the color of the bluest sky regarded Ichigo with mild curiosity. "Long day?"
Ichigo chuckled. "Something like that." He stole another look at the new security guard, taking in the man's angular jaw and full lips. A sudden, strong, spark of attraction quickened Ichigo's pulse. But just as quickly, he caught himself. What was he even thinking?
The man, seemingly oblivious to Ichigo's less than innocent thoughts, gave him a wave as Ichigo strode past and made his way out the main doors of the building. Ichigo laughed at himself inwardly; he must be lonelier than he thought, if some random guy could make his heart race like that just from looking at him.
Half an hour later, Ichigo still stood at the side of the road, his nose threatening to freeze right off of his face from the cold. The usually bustling streets were deserted at this hour with not a single taxi in sight.
Ichigo sighed and ran a tired hand through his hair. He briefly considered rousing his driver, but in the end decided against it. He looked back at the building he had exited. The couch in his office had never been more inviting. Heaving another sigh, he trudged back to his building.
The reception desk was empty when he entered the lobby, and Ichigo felt a mix of relief and disappointment. The security guard must be doing his rounds. He wouldn't mind seeing that handsome face again, but he was also afraid he might make a fool of himself if he did. He felt quite silly, like a schoolboy with a ridiculous crush.
Ichigo's footsteps echoed in the hallways as he found his way back to his office. It was eerily quiet, but he was too tired to be too bothered by it. He yawned, already imagining himself sinking into the soft cushions…
"Didja forget somethin'?"
He nearly jumped out of his skin when suddenly, just as he was about to open the door to his office, a voice rang behind him. He spun around so quickly his neck protested with a creak.
The new security guard was leaning against the wall, arms crossed in front of his chest. Ichigo felt his cheeks burn under that scrutinizing gaze.
"Were you trying to give me a heart attack?!" Ichigo grumbled, willing his heart to stop racing.
The man barked out a laugh. "Sorry," he said, not sounding the least bit apologetic. "Didn't mean to scare ya."
Ichigo huffed, indignant. "I wasn't scared." The shock was abating quickly, but one look at the man's grinning face immediately kicked his pulse up another notch. God, this man was so…beautiful. Ichigo had never felt such a magnetic pull to anyone in his life. His eyes searched for and found the name tag on the man's chest.
Grimmjow Jaegerjaques.
He quietly rolled the name over his tongue. Mmm…even the name had a sexy, masculine ring to it.
"Somethin' on my face?"
Ichigo snapped out of it, horrified that he was caught staring again. "Uhh, I was just-" he started, quickly tearing his eyes away. The hallway was suddenly stiflingly warm. Then his breath caught in his throat. The security guard was coming closer.
"I can't help but notice," Grimmjow said, eyebrows raised, a knowing smile tilting his lips. "You keep staring at me."
Flustered, Ichigo started to deny it, but the security guard just smiled wider. "Do you like what you see?" His voice dropped an octave lower, a deep, smooth baritone that sent a shiver down Ichigo's spine. "Because I sure do."
Ichigo sucked in a deep breath, shocked.
Grimmjow let out another laugh, startling Ichigo with their proximity. When had he gotten so close? Ichigo started backpedaling but found his back against the door. He had nowhere to go.
The man closed the last bit of distance. Bracing his arms against the door, he boxed Ichigo in, his body pressing close. Much too close. So close Ichigo could feel his body heat. Piercing blue eyes pinned him in place.
"What are you-"
Ichigo never got to finish his sentence. A pair of lips descended on his, demanding and insistent. Ichigo gasped, surprised at first, and then his gasp turned into a moan as the kiss deepened and he felt fingers tugging at his hair.
When Grimmjow finally released him, Ichigo collapsed against the door, his legs suddenly weak. His cheeks burned red-hot and shit, he was already half hard…then his eyes met the other man's and saw desire that mirrored his own.
Emboldened by this, Ichigo smirked. "Yeah, I do," he said. "I like it very much."
Grimmjow's face broke into a shark-like grin. "I was hoping you would say that."
This time, when Grimmjow pulled him close, Ichigo was ready for it. Their lips met with even more hunger than the first. Ichigo shuddered as he felt Grimmjow's hands on him. They left a blazing trail down the back of his neck, his back, the swell of his backside, and then…
"Maybe we should take this inside." Grimmjow pulled away reluctantly. When Ichigo raised an eyebrow inquiringly, he pointed to the ceiling. With a start, Ichigo finally noticed the blinking red light and recognized the surveillance camera for what it was.
Huffing a laugh—because he couldn't help picturing the scandalized look on Starrk's face when he watches the video feed—Ichigo unlocked his office and flung the door open. Throwing Grimmjow a smoldering look over his shoulder, he stepped into the room.
Grimmjow didn't need further invitation.
Ichigo fell onto the couch on his back, his need for sleep all but forgotten. Grimmjow climbed in after him, the man's taller, broader frame looming over Ichigo. Ichigo shivered under Grimmjow's lustful gaze. He felt high, drunk on desire that burned white hot in his veins. He feasted greedily on the sight of Grimmjow's sculpted body as the security guard unbuttoned and shed his shirt.
"Beautiful," Ichigo murmured.
Grimmjow grinned at the praise before bending down to capture Ichigo's lips in another kiss. Ichigo had never made out with anyone like this before. Grimmjow kissed like he wanted to possess Ichigo's very being, like he wanted to reach into the depths of Ichigo's soul and stake his claim. His hands never idled; they raked through Ichigo's hair, cupped his cheeks, snaked their way down his arm and sides and gripped his hips. Then they dipped lower…
Ichigo threw his head back with a moan. Grimmjow stroked him through his clothes, applying just enough pressure to rile him up even further but providing no relief.
Slowly, Ichigo felt his clothes being peeled away from his body, until finally he could feel Grimmjow's arousal pressing hot and heavy against his bare thigh. He slipped his hand between their bodies.
Ichigo lost all sense of time. They explored each other; with their hands, with their mouths. He drank in every expression on Grimmjow's face and savored every moan he wrung out of the man.
When it was clear neither could hold back any longer, Grimmjow pulled Ichigo onto his lap. Ichigo threw his arms around the other man's neck and pressed their foreheads together. He cried out with every stroke of Grimmjow's skillful hand, his body trembling, desperate, begging for relief. Just as his body grew taut and he felt pleasure beginning to crest…
"Come for me."
The command, growled low in his ear, unraveled Ichigo completely. With a half-sob, half-shout, he arched his back and lost himself in a haze of blinding pleasure. He felt Grimmjow's arm tighten around him, heard a curse that trailed off into a choked moan as the man followed him over the edge.
When they finally unfurled and laid down on the couch, Ichigo nestled up against Grimmjow's chest, sleep finally claimed Ichigo.