So its Ichigo's birthday today (July 15th) ^-^ thought I'd throw a little fun into the story because of it :D
Warning: This chapter has man on man action. Deal with it.
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Chapter 4 :
"Guess he's stayin with you Grimmy-chan" Gin said with what seem to be a wink as he walked to the door. Grimmjow scowled. How that guy was able to wink he would never understand. Aizen had said that Ichigo was in his care, meaning that they had to pull a witness protection stunt. The Reapers would most likely know where the berry lived, due to the fact that he was working for their boss, so they had to move him to a more secure location. Why he had to stay with him, Grimmjow didn't understand. Just then he spotted Mizuki heading toward the exit as well.
"Hows the cuatro?" Grimmjow called. Mizuki turned to face them, her spiky black hair in its usual fashion, covering one eye.
"He's doing fine; the bullet didn't hit anything too important." She signed to him. Grimmjow just nodded. They all turned and walked toward the door in silence. Ichigo walked next to the blue haired delinquent looking puzzled.
"So who's 'cuatro'?" Ichigo asked once they were outside the warehouse and away from the other gang bangers. After the initial surprised look, which Ichigo suspected was due to his ability to understand the conversation that had just taken place, he thought the blue haired delinquent was going to ignore him, seeing as Grimmjow simply kept walking, his eyes straight ahead.
"Ulquiorra. The fourth. Got shot by a Reaper while workin a job." 'Why am I telling him this?' Grimmjow thought.
"Wait… so that's what started this whole war?" Ichigo asked. His caramel eyes were wide and trained on the gangster.
"Yeah." Was all Grimmjow said. He didn't miss the way Ichigo's shoulders relaxed at the reply. 'Did the kid think all this was his fault? Dumbass. Like we'd start a war over you.' The berry's eyes went wide again, and he was looking up at him through his thick eyelashes. Judging by the look in those brown pools, he must have said that last bit out loud. 'Shit.' Grimmjow had no idea how to lift the awkward tension or mend the flash of pain in the berry's eyes, so he said nothing and simply continued walking.
"So… who was that girl?" Ichigo finally asked, deciding had had quite enough of the awkward silence. They had walked maybe 15 minutes with not a sound but their shoes tapping against the cement.
"What girl?" Grimmjow grumbled. He hated it when people were vague.
"The one who was signing. She isn't deaf, so why doesn't she just talk?" Grimmjow glanced at the inquisitive berry, a bit surprised at the seemingly insensitive question, but judging by the expression on his face the question was pure innocent curiosity.
"She just doesn't. Never has." Was Grimmjow's clipped reply.
"Never?" Ichigo was staring at him with wide eyes. The gingers open curiosity was kind of… cute. 'What the FUCK. I don't say shit like that. I don't even think shit like that.' Grimmjow involuntarily glared at the berry, who's curios look quickly turned into a scowl.
"What?" The ginger snapped. A light blush crept across the shorter man's face, accenting light cinnamon freckles that dotted the creamy skin of his nose and cheeks. They were now standing on the porch of Grimmjow's apartment. It was a little run down with the faded light blue paint and the smell of cigarettes constantly clouding the air, but it was still descent and a lot better than living on the streets.
"Nothin'." He mumbled. His cerulean eyes were locked with the golden caramel ones in front of him, and he had the sudden urge to brush his fingertips across the berry's face, to see if his skin was indeed as soft as it looked. Ichigo was still scowling, eyes still trained on his own, and before he knew it his hand gently cupped the berry's face, his thumb tracing Ichigo's cheek bone.
"Wha-" Ichigo stuttered, blushing even more. Grimmjow panicked, not wanting to explain himself, but his brain was too clouded to come up with a descent excuse so he quickly leaned in and shut the berry up with a kiss.
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The first thought that came into Ichigo's confused mind was that Grimmjow's lips were much softer than he would have expected. The second was surprise at how he leaned into the kiss rather than pushed the delinquent away. He stepped closer, deepening the kiss, the butterflies in his stomach making it hard to think. His slender fingers reached up and tangled themselves in the thick blue locks at the back of Grimmjow's head. This felt much more… comfortable that he would have expected. It felt right.
Suddenly the two boys heard a light chuckle coming from across the street. They jumped apart and spun around, faces flaming. Behind them, Ichimaru Gin strode calmly along the sidewalk, acting as if he hadn't seen a thing. Grimmjow spun around with a guttural, animalistic growl, and unlocked his door in a hurry, slamming it open, as he grabbed Ichigo by the wrist and dragged him into the apartment. At the last second before the door slammed shut, Ichigo caught a glimpse of Gin shooting a suggestive grin over his shoulder. When he turned to face Grimmjow, his face was again the colour of strawberries. The blue haired man's eyes were trained on him, seemingly waiting for something. Ichigo scowled.
"What?" Grimmjow growled.
"I… I don't like being interrupted." Ichigo muttered, almost hesitantly. Grimmjow didn't know whether to smirk or to be surprised, but had time for neither as the berry stepped forward and claimed his lips. Heat was pooling in his stomach, his breath coming in quick pants and gasps. The berry pressed his body flush against the delinquents, pleased to feel that they were both half hard. His tongue swiped at Grimmjow's lower lip, asking for entrance. He knew that things were moving quickly, too quickly maybe, but he was sucked into the moment, the hot, sweet, euphoric moment. Their tongues danced in a sweet battle for dominance which Grimmjow was quickly winning. Ichigo playfully nipped at the tip of the blue haired mans tongue, proudly eliciting a delicious groan from him. The noise made Ichigo's dick twitch.
Grimmjow grabbed Ichigo's shoulders suddenly, surprising the berry. He gasped as he was gently pushed backwards. His mind couldn't make sense of what was going on, only processing the disappointment at being separated from the handsome man in front of him. Or above him. He didn't remember falling back but he was now laying on a couch, Grimmjow on top of him. He let out a moan as the more dominant of the two ground their now fully hard erections together. Despite being clothed, the friction was very welcome. It was then that Ichigo realized how bothersome his clothes were beginning to feel, pressing and rubbing against his hyper-sensitive skin where he would rather be feeling Grimmjow's skin pressing against his. They broke apart to catch their breath, both men's hearts racing. Their eyes were glazed with gazes still locked, cheeks flushed, hair ruffled and askew. It was true that they made quite a sight when Nnoitra decided to barge in.
"Hey Grimm I-… Oh." Nnoitra's single visible violet eye went wide for a moment before he burst into fits of loud, uncontrollable laughter. Shirosaki appeared in the doorway on Nnoitra's heels, joining in on the festivities.
"I knew it!" Nnoitra yelled in between giggling and gasping for air.
"Shut it you two. Waddya want?" Grimmjow glared at the two men doubled over in his entryway. He had crawled off Ichigo seconds after having been caught and was now standing at the end of the couch. Ichigo stood and ran a hand through his hair, hoping his face was arranged into his usual scowl rather than the embarrassment he felt. The albino and the tall man finally collected themselves enough to stand upright.
"Starrk says he got a message from the boss and ta meet him up at the club, but looks like yer a little… busy." Shirosaki responded, snickering behind a freakishly white hand with its painted black nails. His odd voice in combination with what must be tattooed black eyes topped off with golden contacts sent chills down Ichigo's spine.
Grimmjow cuffed him over the head half heartedly. "We'll be there in 10." He growled. With that he slammed the door in the two men's faces. Ichigo watched all of this as if it were on tv. The surreal looking kid held a very similar resemblance to himself, if he were completely drained of colour himself they might be twins.
"Eh… Sorry bout that…" Grimmjow mumbled. 'Oh so now I'm apologizing too? This kids gunna be the fuckin' death of me.'
"Its ok… I uh… I've never… done it before anyway…" Ichigo mumbled, eyes on his shoes. Grimmjow's eyes went wide. Usually it didn't matter to him who he fucked or how they felt, but Ichigo was somehow different. Ichigo sat there, awkwardly observing his shoes until Grimmjow cleared his throat.
"We better head to the club." He muttered, not looking the berry in the eye.
They walked, like most people did in Japan. The whole way there thoughts spun through Ichigo's mind.
'Are we… together… now?'
'Does Grimmjow even do relationships?'
'Do I even want a relationship with him?'
'Does he even have actual feelings for me?'
By the time they got to the club, he had decided that he did indeed wish to date the blue haired delinquent, which he knew was completely absurd but couldn't deny his attraction to the man.
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Renji stalked the alleyways, seething anger out every pore in his body as if it were sweat. That little bitch had been spying on them. Of course he was going to shoot the fucker. He should he honored for protecting his damn gang rather than humiliated like he had been.
Smash
The bottle of beer he had just finished off was slammed against the alley wall in rage. Bits of glass made small tick sounds as they hit the ground, sounding almost musical.
"Renj, I think you should go home. You're pretty drunk." Shuhei's reasonable voice broke through his drunken haze.
"Nah… Not goin home." His words slurred themselves together, but Shuhei was used to deciphering Renji's drunk talk.
"Renji…." The dark haired man attempted to lay a hand on the drunken mans shoulder, who immediately responded by slapping it away.
"I'm fuckin fine." He snarled. "Goin to the fuckin bar." Shuhei looked apprehensive, but Renji didn't notice. All his energy was focused on getting to more alcohol and maybe some ass. Then on a final note he turned and looked his fellow tattooed gang member in the eye.
"Don't fuckin think ah followingg me, ass hole, I'll paint the damn fuckin wall with your brain." Somewhere in the back of Shuhei's mind he knew Renji would never do it, but that little reasonable secion was quickly overpowered by testosterone and rage. He glared at the redhead and spun on his heel. If he wasn't wanted, he wans't going to waste his time.
Satisfied that Shuhei wasn't going to follow him, Renji made his way around the corner. He stumbled and nearly fell but managed to right himself against a grimy alley wall. In front of him were two buildings. One was the familiar bar he was headed for, and the other was a club frequented by Hollows. Renji paused, taking in his options as best he could, which wasn't very well considering the amount of alcohol he had consumed. Finally, his clouded mind made a decision, and with the world spinning around him he made his way toward the club.
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Grimmjow watched Ichigo's reaction as they walked into the Hollow's club of choice. It was on their territory, but dangerously close to the border. The border wasn't manifested in any physical form, it was simply known that this club was the Hollows', and the bar across the street was the Reapers.
People filled the dance floor and lights flashed. Music blared from speakers around the room as the dj mixed some crazy dubstep beats. Usually it was Nnoitra or Gin up there Djing, but tonight they were busy. The loud music created background noise for Grimmjow to get lost in his thoughts to.
'Why did I kiss him?"
'I don't have… feelings for the kid… do I?'
A hand on his arm jolted him out of his thoughts.
"Uh Grimm?" Suddenly Grimmjow was glad for the odd flashing lights in the otherwise dark room. It hid the faint blush that he would have denied to his grave anyway as he glanced at the berry with concern in his golden brown eyes. He grunted, shrugging the boys hand off his arm and made his way to the Espadas' regular table in the far corner. They were the last to arrive. Here at least, you could hear each other talk without being over hear, which is why this was their table of choice.
"Nice of you to join us." Skarrk greeted them with a nod, his knowing yet lazy brown eyes raking over them. Grimmjow just grunted again. He wasn't in the mood for small talk.
"The boss is giving us each 5000 yen to buy ourselves new gear, due to the recent… mishap… with the Reapers." The primera Espada said casually, punctuating his statement with a yawn.
"Misshap my ass…" Nnoitra grumbled. Starrk gave him a pointed stare.
"Restrictions?" Szayel asked, his hair still bubblegum pink.
"Nah, none. Whatever it takes to get the job done within your monetary limit." Starrk responded. This information was accepted with eager grins and anticipation. Ichigo cast a curious look at Grimmjow, who just smirked back.
Everyone's heads whipped around as the doors to the club slammed open. In the doorway stood a red head who appeared to barely be able to keep himself upright. He had a gun out, and kept it surprisingly steady as he trained it on the group of Espada. Most of them looked as if they were about to grab a weapon challenge the Reaper, but none did.
"Renji. What brings you to this part of town?" Starrk asked, feigning friendliness with an underlying layer of very real threats. The red head glanced over the group again, his eyes and the direction of his loaded gun settling on Ichigo, the obviously out of place berry standing out like a sore thumb with his black and red clothes while his companions all wore white.
"Him. I came for him." Shouting erupted. Chaos, Hollow's jumping over chairs and tables, weapons half drawn until Renji pulled the trigger, sending a bullet through Ichigo's upper arm. Silence. There was heavy silence only interrupted by Renji's uneven footsteps as he grabbed the berry roughly by the injured arm, causing Ichigo to yelp, the barrel of his handgun buried in the mess of orange spikes that was Ichigo's head. Grimmjow's last glance of the berry was with the small man's eyes clenched shut in pain, teeth bared and gritted. Fighting, always fighting.
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Soooo how do you like it? Please don't kill me
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