Hey folks, this has been the longest chapter write in the history of writing chapters. Definitely didn't want to be written but I fought valiantly, ignoring a new story plot bunny that has been nibbling at my toes so much i've none left.
Anyway, hoping to get this story wrapped up in two more chapters, and i'm off to continue writing the next one right now, but no promises as to when it will come out.
If anyone is still reading this one, hope you enjoy the latest chapter and apologies for being so long with it.
phoe
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Chapter 7
Sousuke hated a busy Friday. It put him off and tended to leave him things he had to do on a Saturday when he should be relaxing and having his own life. Not many men in their early seventies could boast such a vigorous night life as him but then they didn't have their own fountain of youth.
He hadn't known he would have become a father the day he stripped Isshin of his son, payback for the slight he'd done by not joining their companies. He had only meant to ransom the child back, wanting to instil panic on the grieving man to get more money out of him until the little urchin was knocked too hard and had cut his head, leaving him howling and changing. Sousuke had thought he was a devil child at that point and was all for smothering the monster but the cut healed, leaving no trace and the flaming curls and demon eyes had faded as well. Sousuke was intrigued and had had several 'accidents' happen, watching the child heal them all. Of course he cried, all children did so when they were hurt but it was only when he'd been about nine months when Sousuke found out the healing could be transferred and it was two years later that the age reversal became more pronounced. Yes he had to inflict a serious wound on the boy to make it noticeable which of course left a noticeable wound but he learned over a year how to maintain his age without draining the boy too much.
He had worked through a number of foreign nannies by that point, making sure they had never heard of the Shiba 'tragedy' and that they didn't stay around long enough to notice the fairly serious wounds being inflicted regularly during 'father/son' time.
The boy was easy to manipulate. Too easy really and it made Sousuke bad tempered to him. He knew the child wasn't from his blood but having raised him he was disappointed in the lack of a brain he had. Content to sit in his home all day, every day without questioning what his 'father' told him.
Obviously his age was bringing problems but Sousuke was sure he'd managed to shame them out of the boy and they wouldn't rise again for a number of years. He'd never coddled the boy with things like gifts or too much time even at his birthday so when the day of his majority came round Sousuke knew he didn't have to worry about even speaking to the man. Or so he thought.
"What do you mean he's not there?"
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Ichigo couldn't shake the smile from his face, the corners of his mouth turning up a bit more every now and then as he thought about the man he was pressed up against. He was a little embarrassed that he was perhaps looking like a woman swooning over her man but he was wallowing in the new feelings, loving the warmth, the smell and the strength he felt from the other, just being tucked under his arm.
Grimmjow had said they were going shopping after breakfast and he hadn't been kidding, the two of them walking with their free hands carrying bags of new clothes, toiletries and Ichigo's new phone in its sealed box still, something the birthday boy couldn't wait to get charged up and connected. He hadn't admitted it but he wanted to play some of the games Grimmjow had shown him on his own phone.
The waffles had been strange to him, so sweet and crunchy but he liked the heaps of fresh fruit Grimmjow had given him. Grimmjow's were smothered in chocolate as well but Ichigo hadn't wanted any. Grimmjow did insist on him trying a little of the chocolate sauce, from Grimmjow's finger and though Ichigo blushed the whole time, he did suck every bit off the offered digit.
They stopped for a drink, Ichigo going automatically for water but Grimmjow ordered a coffee, smirking at Ichigo's ick face as his coffee was being brewed by the barista. Grimmjow pulled him in and pecked a kiss on his forehead.
"How can you drink this stuff? It smells like burning wood and tastes like it too." Ichigo sipped at his water, mouth still turned down at the smell coming from Grimmjow's cup.
"Yeah, I know. Anyway, anything else you fancy getting? Some music, books? Think we've got you sorted for jeans that will fit your legs." Grimmjow drifted for a moment as he gazed down the body next to him. He came back to the blushing face, pulling it in for a peck before taking a swig of his coffee.
"I don't know. Something for everyone back at your house maybe?"
"Nah, we're alright. So, if you were back home, on your birthday, what would you be doing?" Grimmjow felt a half smile twitch his lips as Ichigo tilted his head as he thought.
Checking his watch, Ichigo sighed. "Well, being a Friday my music tutor would be there. We're working on piano this month so I guess I'd be playing. I'd have already done an hour on the treadmill, two hours of studying and an hour and a half with my trainer. Oh, and lunch."
"That is a hefty morning."
"That is every morning. After my tutor leaves, it's another hour of cardio before dinner. I do get most evening free, unless my father is there, or one of my friends." Ichigo was fiddling with his bottle cap on the table, not really looking at Grimmjow.
"By friends I'm assuming you're including Hirako? Anyone else?"
"Yeah, Shinji and I started playing together as children. We have several instruments we both play and games we both enjoy. I also get visits from a lady called Orihime but I think my father wants us to be more than friends. She makes me feel uncomfortable." Ichigo's face grew redder making Grimmjow want to ask more questions.
"By uncomfortable do you mean turned on?" Ichigo's head tilted again. "Horny? Like you want to have sex with her?" Grimmjow hadn't thought his face could get any redder.
"NO! God know, she scared me a bit. She's very, shapely."
Grimmjow just raised an eye at that. Ichigo glanced around before lifting his hands and holding them out, mimicking enormous breasts before he shook his head, taking a slug of water to wash away the thought.
Grimmjow's laugh drew attention to them which made Ichigo shrink down again. "I'm sorry pet. Your face was fantastic."
"What about your day? What should you be doing right now? Other than babysitting me?"
"I'm not babysitting; I've got my boyfriend out on a date for his birthday. Perfectly acceptable reason to ditch math."
Ichigo's face paled. "You're missing your lessons because of me?"
"You're missing your lessons because of me." Grimmjow countered. "Besides, I can get the notes of one of my friends. The lecturer never assigns homework over the weekend. I've already sent a text to a couple of guys and they are going to email me the stuff."
"What was it like growing up surrounded by this ease of communication?"
Grimmjow paused for a moment, chewing the inside of his bottom lip. "That's a hard question to answer, what was it like growing up without it? It's so involved in life here that I still can't figure out what the hell you did all day, every day in that house without video games in your life. When you were talking about playing games with Hirako I assumed automatically that it would be Halo, or COD, something like that. Shooting games for the Xbox, to answer your question."
"I'd like to have a shot of that, if you don't mind."
"Hell no, I hope you have good reflexes or you're going to die a lot. And to try and answer your question, growing up with all this crap makes you lazy. You can stay in your house and still go to work, talk to your friends, order stuff, order food and entertain yourself. At school, the kids that had everything, all the consoles, the new phones and stuff, were the ones that were the assholes. You also had kids with the old consoles, the hand-me-down phones or nothing at all. Pretty much everyone had some sort of computer at home but none of them were as shit as the things in the school. I think it's a government plan to increase patience, making teens wait for the computer to boot up."
Ichigo's eyebrows had hit his hair line moments ago and weren't lowering. The way Grimmjow spoke so quickly about everything new to Ichigo made his head spin.
"By boot up I mean turn on. The older the computer the longer it takes. Especially ones that haven't been well taken care of."
"Were you one of the ones with the new phones or the hand-me-downs?"
"Kind of in the middle. Sometimes my dad's hand-me-down was better than the new one he was offering. He got his phone through his work. And I didn't get all the consoles. I had to make so with a game boy for ages before I got a proper games machine. Hey, I know where we can go." Grimmjow took a gulp of his cooling coffee, standing up and grabbing Ichigo's hand so quickly, Ichigo flinched away. "Sorry, but I promise this will be fun. Let me just go and get some change."
Grimmjow walked Ichigo for a while, their bags still held in their outside hands so that their others could be joined. Grimmjow stopped them outside a flashing shop, toys in the windows and neon everywhere. "You want to try playing games? This is as good a place to start."
The arcade wasn't new so it wasn't too busy but it still had a number of brilliant games. Ichigo got his first taste of driving there, sitting in the race seat and buckling the seatbelt before taking the wheel in his hand. He crashed, a lot, but with a smile on his face. Grimmjow had to drag him out of the seat eventually to try something else, challenging him to a zombie shoot out game.
Ichigo got the black gun and Grimmjow picked up the white one, telling Ichigo to rest his foot gently on the pressure pad in front of him. The pad made you duck behind stuff and reload your gun. Other than that he told him just to point and pull the trigger, shoot anything that moves.
Grimmjow was so surprised that Ichigo kept up in the game, gun held steady in front of him and eyes peeled for the next bad guy. Yes, at the very start, Ichigo had actually ducked down until he realised what Grimmjow meant. They hogged the shooting game for a while, drawing a couple of spectators for a moment but they drifted off. Ichigo lost his last life first, watching Grimmjow and shouting encouragement to defeat the zombie hoard. When Grimmjow finally got munched the pair waited for a moment to get their final score, Ichigo literally jumping when it came up much larger than their last, jumping into Grimmjow's arms which caught him and held him close. They broke apart, their faces still quite close and Ichigo connected them, initiating the kiss for the first time. He whined a little when Grimmjow pulled him closer, Ichigo's arms round his neck while Grimmjow's were crushing his torso to his own.
Grimmjow didn't want to get too excited in an arcade so he broke the kiss regrettably before bending for his half of the bags. "We need to get back, that is if you want to get out and see the fires tonight?"
Ichigo just nodded fast, turning to get his own things before grabbing Grimmjow's hand.
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Grimmjow showed Ichigo how to set his phone up to charge, promising he could play on it when they got back. Neither of them got changed since they were going to be standing in the park at a bonfire but Grimmjow did phone for pizza so they could eat something before they went.
Starrk was out, which shocked Grimmjow but he took the opportunity to get his girl out for dinner quite seriously and told the boys to not wait up. Grimmjow took that to mean he planned on taking Halibel back to hers and showing her exactly how much he appreciated her. Nnoitra was just heading out when the two got to the flat, promising to meet them at the fires later but Ulquiorra stayed in, joining them for pizza. Grimmjow said it was better since then he could order two different ones for Ichigo to try.
The ick face came out again.
"It's swimming in grease." Ichigo was looking down his nose at the 'meat lovers' pizza. Sausage, pepperoni, bacon, chicken and chorizo on top of baked cheese and tomato sauce on a thin crust led to lots of orange tinged oil on top. The other option was a spicy one, with jalapenos and chilli seeds over white chicken breast and green peppers.
"Yeah, and you're going to try it."
"I don't even know what it is."
"It's bad for you. Get over it." Grimmjow picked the slice of the meat lovers' one with the least grease and plonked it on a plate before handing it to Ichigo. He took a larger slice of the same pizza, not caring about the splatter of the grease on the white plate. He looked over at Ichigo who had the plate on his knee and he was looking around for something, Grimmjow realising he was probably looking for cutlery. Grimmjow caught his attention before lifting his slice, putting the point into his mouth and biting down. The hot cheese slid over his tongue, carrying the tang of the tomatoes before the flavours of the different meats came over him. He suppressed a moan at the flavour before looking over at Ichigo expectantly.
Ichigo huffed quietly before copying the other, picking up the hot food and suppressing the urge to drop it when the grease hit his fingers. He put the point in his mouth, the smell travelling up his nose and making his mouth water. He bit down, eyes popping open as he held the mouthful for a moment before he chewed.
Grimmjow seemed to blink and the slice in Ichigo's hands was gone. Ichigo didn't suppress his moan of delight which drew a feral grin to Grimmjow's face. "Good man; now, try the other one."
Ichigo ended up having two slices of each, unable to pick his favourite. The pizzas were huge and there was three slices left uneaten even with three of them eating them. Grimmjow moved the one spicy slice into the meat lover's box before sliding it into the fridge for 'afters' he told Ichigo.
Ichigo was sporting a pizza smile, something that was both cute and gross and made Grimmjow drag him to the bathroom to clean up. Grimmjow was well practised in eating large slices without wasting one drop of sauce but he got a clean wash cloth and wiped Ichigo's face, ignoring the other's protests the whole time. Once his mouth was clean, Grimmjow dove in for a searing kiss, perching his ass on the bath as he held the other tightly. This made Ichigo taller than him but it wasn't ridiculous. Grimmjow spread his knees and pulled Ichigo in more, the other gently lowering himself to his knees, changing the height difference again.
"When do we have to leave to get to the fires on time?"
"In about forty minutes why? We can leave earlier though; there is stalls and stuff around."
"I want to try something."
"Anything, Ice cream? There will probably be a stall for that."
"No, I want to try what you did last night."
"You mean when I went down on you? Yeah, we can do that again." Grimmjow went to stand up, thinking he was taking Ichigo to his room to get his lips back around him again, but Ichigo tightened his grip on Grimmjow's thighs. His hands crept up and hooked on Grimmjow's jeans at the button.
"No, I mean I want to go down on you. Now." Ichigo popped the button on Grimmjow's jeans before looking up for permission. Grimmjow lifted his ass off the bath, allowing Ichigo to pull the fly open and pull the jeans down to the floor. Ichigo didn't even hesitate to pull the boxers down as well, putting both at Grimmjow's feet and kneeling over them. Grimmjow was semi hard just from the request and the closeness of the other.
"Seriously, you can just touch me and I'll go. You don't have to suck on me; it's a bit of a learning curve."
"I'm a fast learner." Ichigo swallowed all of his misgivings before lifting Grimmjow's cock and leaning his head down, taking the head in between his lips. It was an odd sensation, with it being so soft and spongy at the tip but yet the rod was completely solid when his lips ran down it. He used his tongue to investigate all the little valleys and ridges in his mouth while drips of spit ran out of his mouth and down his chin, making him slurp a bit to try and stop it.
Grimmjow was enjoying the view of Ichigo's mouth being so open around his rod and hearing the slurpy noises added to it. Ichigo glanced up at him, making Grimmjow hiss and thrust up a bit. His eyes were so innocent looking as he wrapped his hand around the bottom half of Grimmjow's dick. He bobbed his head a few times with just the pressure of his lips around Grimmjow's rod. "When you pull out, let your cheeks hollow round me, it makes more suction." Grimmjow's last word was a bit higher as Ichigo did just that, sucking a bit harder than Grimmjow was expecting. "Not so hard, and grip me hard with your hand but move it." Grimmjow's eyes drooped close as Ichigo followed each request, seeming to almost read Grimmjow's mind with his precision. Grimmjow was tempted to hold back just to let the wonderful sensations continue but they were on a limited time and he didn't want to hurt Ichigo's jaw by lasting too long. "I'm going to go soon, pull off and just use your hand."
Ichigo came off with a slurp, licking his lips to clear them a bit before looking at the reddened tip in front of him. "But, I orgasmed into your mouth yesterday." He kept his hand moving while he talked.
"Yeah, but that wasn't the first blow job I'd done. Trust me, this is wonderful." Grimmjow leaned forward and cupped Ichigo's chin, rubbing his thumb over Ichigo's cheekbone. Ichigo was glancing up at Grimmjow every few seconds, most of his attention intent on the rod in his hand. He ran his tongue over the head, dipping it in the little slit a bit as he passed and he tasted the tangy trace of Grimmjow's cum. It drew a little moan from him and he sucked on the tip a little, running his tongue under the helmet, remembering how good it felt when Grimmjow did it to him. He heard a muttered curse from above him before Grimmjow jerked his hips back, one hand over Ichigo's own as he tried to redirect his cum but his first spurt caught Ichigo right over his face, the rest hitting the floor beside them. Grimmjow sank to the floor on his knees as he winced over the force of his orgasm. He hadn't expected it to hit him so hard but Ichigo's innocent touches and delicate licks with the tip of his tongue were more than he could take.
"Shit, I'm sorry I got you." Grimmjow reached for his towel, turning to wipe Ichigo's face when he saw the pink tongue cleaning his lips up, sucking Grimmjow's cum into his mouth. Grimmjow growled a bit before pulling Ichigo closer, kissing him and sucking on that tongue the way Ichigo has been sucking on his dick. He broke away and wiped the side of Ichigo's face a bit more before pecking him again.
"So, was it okay?"
"Sweetheart, it was amazing. I could have let you keep going all night. How's your jaw?"
Ichigo lifted his hand and rubbed the hinge gently, feeling the ache but it wasn't too bad. "It's fine. Maybe later we could do it again?"
"It's your birthday; we can do whatever you want. But I definitely want to return the favour."
Ichigo smiled at him before standing. He was hard in his jeans but he knew it would pass in a moment or so and wouldn't even think about asking for something like that. He looked in the mirror over the basin and saw he still had traces of Grimmjow on his skin and a little in his hair but he quickly washed them off and dried himself on the clean side of Grimmjow's towel.
Grimmjow insisted that what they were wearing was fine for going out for the fires so they headed out when they were ready, Grimmjow's arm around Ichigo's shoulders to hold him close. It didn't take them long to reach the park and even Ichigo knew where he was going just by the sheer number of people heading in the same direction. Ichigo had his new phone in his pocket with Grimmjow's and Shinji's numbers stored in it and his hands itched with wanting to hold it in his hand all the time. The thought of exactly what was in the little box still astonished him.
Grimmjow said hello to a group on one of the benches as they passed into the park but the couple didn't stop walking, heading over to the circle of stalls near the lake. There was a carousel in the centre with a reasonable line at it. Ichigo stopped when they horses started to move round, listening to the music and watching the people lifting up and down on the horses' backs. "What's that?"
"It's a carousel; a kids' ride. You want to try it?"
"If it's for children we'd better not." Ichigo turned to leave, looking back at the ride once more. Grimmjow didn't budge, a half-smile on his face.
"When I said kids ride I didn't mean adults can't go on it. Come on, we'll get on the next turn if we join the queue now." Grimmjow turned and started to walk over to the ride.
Ichigo was mesmerised by the turning ride, following the horses round and round to a tune he recognised. When it stopped he watched the people jump down and leave through a little gate before the gate at the start of the queue was opened and people trailed on. Grimmjow grabbed Ichigo's hand and hurried in the opposite direction to the crowd, getting them a horse on the outside before they all went. Grimmjow jumped onto the base before helping Ichigo mount the outside horse, getting on the next one in himself. Ichigo was open mouthed as he gripped the leather reins and squeezed his thighs as he got used to the hard plastic horse between them. Grimmjow pointed out his horses name 'Lancelot' and Ichigo stroked the gold letters painted on the horse's neck. Grimmjow pulled out his phone and snapped Ichigo on the horse, having to take a few since Ichigo kept looking at other things just as he pressed the shutter button.
The ride started up, Ichigo gasping loudly as his horse lifted and he grabbed a hold of the neck of the horse until the rhythm was settled. Only then did he straighten slowly, keeping both hands on the reins. Grimmjow didn't hold on, used to much faster rides than a carousel and he was making plans to take Ichigo to a theme park in the future to see how he coped.
Ichigo loved the carousel and Grimmjow promised they could go back on after they'd wandered for a bit, Ichigo tucked back under his arm as they headed for the food stalls.
All going to smoothly yes? Definitely been too happy for too long. Mwahahaha who can guess what happens next?
