Pretty boy swag, pretty boy swag, girls on my dick when I pretty boy swag. GET OUT THE WAY, PRETTY BOY COMIN' THRUUUU. -TPP
-Damn That Demon-
Chapter 2: All Ya Had To Do Was Ask
The rest of the weekend flew by quickly, although most of said-weekend was spent with Ichigo trying to make sense of what had happened at Friday night's party.
Option 1: he'd lost his mind and imagined the whole scenario.
Option 2: Grimmjow had lost his mind and needed immediate professional psychiatric attention.
Option 3: the chemistry had been real and Grimmjow's words had been serious.
There was just no winning in Ichigo's head.
Sunday was video games with the family while Shinji whined the entire day about the senior class fundraiser. Shinji was on the board, so he had to come up with an idea to make some serious cash for the senior class or they wouldn't be having a senior weekend trip.
"How about an auction?" Ichigo ventured, wrapped up in annihilating his little sister's battleship on the t.v. screen, "Ya know, like what they do in those shoujo manga: get some senior boys to be bachelors, and auction them off for a date. There are enough crazy girls in our school to make it work."
"That's a fantastic idea!" Shinji squealed, mauling Ichigo and making him die in the video game. Ichigo cussed him out, but eventually gave in to Shinji's new-found enthusiasm.
Monday and Tuesday went by quickly, with Shinji organizing the fundraiser. The class representatives had all agreed it was a great idea, although some of the boys had complained that there should be girls auctioned off too. They had decided that was fair, and the school would fill out ballot sheets and nominate people; those individuals would be asked to go along with the fundraiser for the good of the class in hopes of getting enough money together to have an awesome senior trip.
Ichigo was helping Shinji tally up the nominees, not surprised in the least by the recipients. Senior girls included popular girls such as star athlete and student Rukia Kuchiki, the model-worthy Rangiku Matsumoto, and the super-model worthy exotic transfer student named Halibel. Ichigo hadn't gotten a chance to help with the boys, but he was curious. Of course he knew the Big 6 would be asked, but they would most likely refuse. Shinji had approached Ulquiorra about it Tuesday afternoon before the end of the school day, and had been turned down with a mask-like expression.
"We need them!" Shinji had wailed, "We're not even going to have gas money to get us to the beach for the trip if we don't convince them!"
And Ichigo knew that it was true.
Monday's lunch with the Big 6 had been kind of awkward. And so had Tuesday's. It was now Wednesday as Ichigo approached the table, not sure if today would be the day that the invitation had been meant as a joke, until Gin's creepy smile had fallen on him and he'd waved him over. Ichigo sat down stiffly at one of the empty chairs. The Big 6 always sat at the bleach-white circular table that could hold 6 people, although it only ever occupied 4. Students were gawking and whispering as Ichigo set his tray down, which consisted of a rather healthy meal of salad, milk, and an apple.
"Mah mah, are ya a vegetarian?" Gin had asked, sitting to Ichigo's left.
Ichigo nodded, opening his milk bottle with stiff fingers, "Not a big fan of meat."
This made Nnoitra snort as he took a sip of his Coke before glancing over at the berry, his leer showing all of his teeth, "Nah, ya prefer a different kind of meat, don'tcha?"
Ichigo's fist tightened around the milk bottle, but he looked levelly at Nnoitra, his face serious, "If you're trying to insinuate that I like dick, then yeah, I guess you're right."
Coke sprayed everywhere as Nnoitra threw back his head and laughed, Starrk snorting with laughter as well while Ulquiorra rolled his eyes, "Neanderthals."
"This kid's'a riot," Nnoitra said, wiping his face with the back of his hand, exposing the big black 5 tattooed there, "I like 'im. He ain't a wimp."
"Agreed," Ulquiorra said, taking a small bite of his sandwich and chewing thoughtfully before turning his full attention to Ichigo, "That's why we're going to make you one of us."
Ichigo nearly choked on his bite of apple, swallowing convulsively for breath, "What?"
"Come on, ya know ya want 'ta," Gin said, playfully poking Ichigo in the side with his chopsticks, "It's a lotta' fun, although it gets annoyin' with all the girls fussin' over 'ya every day."
"It makes you sleepy," Starrk added with a yawn before laying his head on his arm and supposedly drifting off to sleep.
"Somebody get Starrk some caffeine," Ulquiorra ordered.
"Che, fuckin' lazy bastard," Nnoitra mumbled, standing up to his ridiculous height and sauntering across the cafeteria to buy Stark an energy drink. He returned less than a minute later with Chappy Lightning, the most caffeinated and sugar-filled beverage on campus. He popped the lid and shoved it in Stark's face. Starrk sat up with sleepy eyes, took a few sips, then sighed contentedly as he guzzled. Ichigo watched in amazement as he finished it in record timing, smacking his lips together before crushing the can in one hand.
Ulquiorra sighed again, "Anyways, we'd like for you to join us. Our leader pretty much demands it."
"Your leader," Ichigo said, his cheeks coloring. Dammit, Grimmjow was the biggest liar on the face of the planet! There was no way that he was who he claimed to be. Ichigo had been avoiding him all morning, and now that he was sitting at the Big 6 table, he knew he was as far away from the kissing psycho as he could safely get. Grimmjow didn't even eat in the cafeteria; he always disappeared, probably to the roof to read over the next class's material or to make some conversation with the other social outcasts.
Ulquiorra nodded, "Yes. He said to make sure that you accepted our offer, no matter what the cost."
Ichigo looked around the table, an idea forming in his head. Joining the Big 6 sounded like a good way to get back at the kids who had been making fun of him just days ago, and to be honest, Ichigo felt a little flattered. What the hell? Why not roll with kids that had a delinquent reputation just like him?
And he could make Shinji happy at the same time, "I'll join under one condition."
Everybody blinked at him as Gin chuckled lightly. Ulquiorra finally nodded at him, so Ichigo continued.
"I need you guys to be auctioned off for a date night for the senior class fundraiser. It's just one date. We ran a ballot, and of course you guys were voted for the most. If you guys are willing to do it, I know we'll make plenty enough to have an awesome senior weekend trip. If you guys do it, then count me in."
Starrk looked at Gin and Nnoitra, Gin's eternal grin on his face as he nodded his consent, followed by Starrk and Ulquiorra. Nnoitra growled, biting into a candy bar, "Fuckin' hell, I guess I'm in too."
"Consider it done," Ulquiorra said, taking another bite of his sandwich. Conversation had drifted off as everybody ate, and Ichigo couldn't wait to give Shinji the news.
The auction was advertised to take place after Friday afternoon's announcements in the lecture hall. The lecture hall boasted a small stage with side panels, which would make it easy to hide the bachelors until they walked out onto the stage in full view of the crowd and could be auctioned off more effectively. Four hundred or so students showed up, mostly girls all waving the rulers that had been collected with numbers now taped to the ends like a flag. It was the most effective system the committee could come up with, and it would make bidding go faster.
The senior girls had been auctioned off rather quckly, the biggest sellers being Matsumoto Rangiku for 20,000 yen and Halibel for 30,000 yen. Shinji had squealed when the quiet Sun-Sun had brought in 10,000 yen. Knowing this, Ichigo couldn't wait to see how the boys turned out at auction.
Everybody was crammed in close to the stage at this point, clapping and calling out to Orihime Inoue who was vice president of the committee and had volunteered to be auctioneer.
"Alright!" an over-bubbly Orihime called on the stage, getting the girls fired up, "and now for the moment you all have been waiting for! Hogyoku High's dreamy and absolutely yummy bachelors!"
The girls screamed and yelled, most of them already flailing their auction paddles.
"First up," Orihime said into the microphone, looking at ht epaper that had been printed off for her, "A sexy stud of the soccer field! Natural red hair and a smile that'll make you drool! 6'2'', 180 pounds of muscle and man-lovin' just for you. He's got abs and tattoos for days! Give it up for our first bachelor, Renji Abarai!"
Everyone clapped and cheered as Renji came out from behind stage, his cocky grin already on his face as Orihime started the bidding. Renji was happily sold off for 20,000 yen to none other than Rukia Kuchiki.
"Next up is a member of the Big 6!" Orihime squealed, reading on, "5'9'', 160 pounds. When not being accused of an emo, he spends his time kicking ass and studying advanced trigonometry. And the facial tattoos are real, people. The ever quiet and mysterious, Ulquiorra Schiffer!"
Ulquiorra walked quietly onto the stage, wearing streamlined jeans and a white button-up top, looking sleek and sophisticated as usual. His black hair was in its usual contained chaos, the green lines running down his pale face from his eyes the tattoos that everybody wondered about constantly. His giant, emerald eyes made half the girls in the room start screaming numbers before Orihime had started the official bid.
Ichigo wasn't surprised when Orihime won Ulquiorra herself for 50,000 yen.
Stark went for 45,000, followed by Nnoitra for the same. Everybody was surprised when Gin was sold to the extremely rich and brilliant genius by the name of Hitsugaya Toshiro. He was a junior who was already accepted into the prestigious Aporro-Granz University despite his young age. Gin, so far, had been the highest bid, topping everybody at 60,000 yen.
"We still have two more!" Orihime chimed, calling out a very attractive blond boy named Ilforte. He went for 10,000 more yen than Renji, which severely pissed the pineapple head off.
"And last but not least…" Orihime's face went from happy to confused, "Uh, um…this is a joke, right?"
Everybody started to murmur as Orihime fought to keep her composure on stage.
Many male students snickered; Ichigo wanting to punch every last one of them. Shinji had told Ichigo about the voter's ballot: almost the entire male body had submitted Grimmjow's name as an embarrassing joke. Ichigo had come prepared, his fingers shaking. He hoped 1,000 yen would be enough to buy the bluenette. The cruel joke was going to be turned on them, because Ichigo knew that Grimmjow was back there somewhere, waiting for his name to be called. Ichigo knew that he would have done it simply to stand up to the bullies, but Ichigo also suspected he had done it for the sake of the fundraiser as well. It made him proud of Grimmjow, even though he was about to be butchered in front of all of these students. Again.
"Alright, then," Orihime said, clearing her throat, "Our final bachelor is 6'3'', 190 pounds. Captain of the school's award-winning chess team. His blue hair is 100% natural and, despite his weak appearance, can bench press over…300 pounds…and…has a black belt mastery of…2 martial arts…"
Orihime's face had become flushed at the information, like she was imagining the geek in a new light, "Um, would you all give it up for….Grimmjow Jaegerjaques."
Dead silence.
Then, an alien emerged onto the stage. A blue-haired sex god alien that had Ichigo's jaw on the floor. He was in danger of drowning everybody within a mile radius due to his drool puddles.
The bachelor stepped forward: gone were the glasses, gone were the scratchy sweater vests and face-hiding hair. His hair was beautiful blue chaos, a pillar of blue-hot flame slicked back off of his forehead in a cool and sophisticated style that was still punk. Ichigo started from the bottom, noticing the baby blue Chucks on his feet. His black jeans were accompanied by a collared white shirt, the short sleeves exposing tattoos that ran down to his elbows. A black tie hung loosely around his neck as he took another step, hands in his pockets as he offered the crowd a bored look that only made Ichigo think he looked like a model. Where was the damn photographer? Was this a photo shoot?
Grimmjow's eyes cut through the crowd until they landed on the blushing berry.
He smirked, exposing his sharp-looking canines, his voice deep and sexy, "Wassup?"
Orihime looked lost for words, "B-b-bidding will start at 1,000 yen."
The crowd roared and surged with estrogen as paddles went flying into the air. Ichigo stood dumbfounded as the numbers began to skyrocket.
"20,000!"
"30,000!"
"40,000!"
"80,000!"
"100,000!"
Orihime and the other members of the committee were calling and begging for cooperation and silence. Ichigo faintly heard Shinji scream with delight at the newest high number. Ichigo couldn't compete with that. He was embarrassed at the amount of money he had in his pocket right now. Dammit, if only Grimmjow had come out as his normal self…
"200,000 yen," a single voice called out, raising her paddle high in the air.
Everybody turned to stare at Neliel, the richest girl in school. Even though most of the student body had come prepared with money and a lot of the students boasted rich families, nobody could compare with her. That was more than Ichigo could make with his new job in probably a year, over $2,000 U.S. dollars.
Ichigo's eyes moved back to Grimmjow, his expression playful. He raised a single blue eyebrow at the berry in challenge.
HELL NO. NO WAY was Ichigo going down so easily, "2-2-250,000 yen!"
Silence drilled into him as his paddle struck the air, his eyes closed as he waited for a reaction.
Suddenly there was laughter and Ichigo felt like melting through the floor.
He heard kids making fun of him, calling to him.
"Yah right! You don't got that kind of cash!"
"What a fag! In front of all these people!" (Oh, right, and Toshiro's win on Gin hadn't gotten that reaction. It really did pay to be rich and popular.)
"What a loser! Get a grip!"
"Bakka yaro!"
"Stupid."
Everybody quieted down when Grimmjow grabbed the microphone from a blushing Orihime, "Shut. Up."
Everybody obeyed, the room staring at him, waiting. Maybe they thought he was going to erupt like a volcano, or start cussing them out, or maybe ramble off some mathematical formulas and transform back into the geek he had been before.
Instead, Grimmjow's eyes connected with Ichigo's again, making him want to hyperventilate, "Do you really have that kind of money on you, Ichigo?"
Ichigo stood frozen for a moment before shaking his head no, his eyes on the floor as he fought tears.
"Then it looks like Neliel won," Grimmjow continued, making Ichigo's heart plummet into his stomach.
"Hey, look at me."
Ichigo forced his head up, knowing he was only seconds away from crying. Damn him! Damn this stupid idiot that was messing with his feelings! Especially in front of all these students…
Grimmjow leered, staring straight into Ichigo's eyes as he said, "Ya don't have to pay for a date with me, Ichi. All ya had to do was ask."
The shock was just too much. Blood surged through Ichigo's nose as he fell backward, blacking out before he felt his skull connect with the floor.
Holy fucking shit-balls, did the berry just pass out with a nosebleed?
Grimmjow stared in what was amused horror as people swarmed around him, staring over him as they waited for him to regain consciousness.
Grimmjow had never suspected that. Yeah, the kid had looked like he was about to cry buckets, but faint and nosebleed at the same time? Grimmjow had thought that only happened in ecchi manga.
He leaped off of the stage, cutting through people easily until he was standing over the passed-out strawberry. Shit, he was so fucking cute, even when he was unconscious. A dribble of blood was now running down his face and staining the collar of his white shirt, some now even puddled on the floor next to his head. Grimmjow tried not to growl as he studied the berry's position, his shirt raised slightly to expose half of his toned, lean stomach and cut hips that disappeared beneath skinny jeans that did wonders for his thighs (and knew from weeks of watching the berry) his ass.
"Back the fuck off," he growled, making kids move back as he stooped over the berry and gently lifted him up. He hadn't been kidding when he had put on the application he could bench press 300; Ichigo was like carrying a sack of flour (make that an empty sack of flour) as he pushed through the crowd, the berry now draped over his shoulder as kids started freaking out and moving around.
"Where the hell are you taking him you brute?" A kid Grimmjow recognized as Ichigo's best friend said, spluttering at his side. Grimmjow had to look down at him as he was shorter than him and Ichigo, the blonde's face totally flushed as he snarled, "Where the fuck do 'ya think? The infirmary, dumb ass."
Shinji spluttered, obviously confused as to Grimmjow's way of speaking. He'd never heard anything other than polite and proper Japanese from the nerdy youth.
Grimmjow left him sputtering behind him in the hallway, only one hallway left to go before he hit the infirmary.
He pushed open the door with his foot, carrying the still unconscious berry in and staring at the nurse with a fixed gaze, "Passed out at the auction. I think he might be anemic."
"Oh my!" the quiet woman said, her hands fluttering over her new patient, "Take him to the back room. There are some cots set up there. I'm going to run over to the main office and grab the medical forms."
Grimmjow wanted to ask her why medical forms were in the main office when they should be in the clinic, but then a smile crept over his face: this little distraction would give him a minute to play doctor with his favorite berry.
He carried Ichigo into the back room and closed the door behind him, gently lying the berry down on the abandoned cot and looking around the room. Of course it was empty: barely anybody came to the infirmary anymore since that new rule had been passed by Principal Yamamoto. Too many kids had tried to get away with "stomach aches" and "head aches" so that they could sleep through a few classes. The only thing the cots were used for now were for anemia victims and kids that got seriously hurt during sports.
Grimmjow quickly went over to the sink and filled up a plastic cup with water and returned to Ichigo's bedside to fling it on his face, making the berry's eyelids flutter as he shifted and moaned.
"Hey," Grimmjow said, tapping Ichigo's cheek repeatedly, "Wake up, buttercup."
"Nnn," Ichigo groaned, pulling on his own now-wet shirt.
Grimmjow felt his dick stir to life as he stared at the unintentionally erotic sight. Shit, this really was about to turn into the typical school yaoi manga in a minute if the berry didn't stop being so sexy.
"Where…?" Ichigo sat up slowly, a hand reaching to his nose and coming away with blood, "Ah, fuck!"
Grimmjow grabbed a paper towel and handed it to Ichigo as he cleaned himself up, not being able to suppress a chuckle, "Did I turn ya on that much, Strawberry?"
Ichigo stiffened, "W-what are you talking about? And don't call me Strawberry!"
"Oh, then I suppose 'ya faint with a nosebleed any old time then, huh?" Grimmjow said, sitting on the edge of the bed and staring at Ichigo with that infuriating grin, "You're pretty fucking cute when you faint, though. Even with blood coming out of your nose."
"Shut up," Ichigo sucked in a breath through his nose, making sure the passage was clear. He kept wiping until there was no more blood on his face, "you embarrassed me."
"You embarrassed yourself," Grimmjow defended, putting a hand on top of Ichigo's head, "I didn't make you bid on me, although I'm happy you did. I'll take that as a confession."
"Confession?" Ichigo cringed, looking bewildered, "I don't – that isn't – what the hell, Grimmjow? You can't mess with my head like this! You can't kiss me at a party and lie to me and tell me you're somebody else and then keep being a geek and then show up at an auction looking like sex on a stick and expect me to –"
"Sex on a stick?" Grimmjow said huskily, leaning in so close to Ichigo that their noses were touching, his hand still on top of Ichigo's head, "I'm flattered, Strawberry."
Ichigo's spine tingled and his dick throbbed. Shit shit shit, Grimmjow was doing it again. Was it possible for boys to be in heat? Ichigo felt like his entire body was burning whenever Grimmjow was near him now, even if it was just eye contact. Ichigo had been avoiding him like crazy since the confusing kiss, but it didn't change anything about the situation they now found themselves in.
"I didn't lie to you," Grimmjow said, kissing Ichigo chastely on the lips quickly, "it's over. I lost."
"What do you mean?" Ichigo said, his curiosity so overpowering he let the sudden kiss slide as butterflies beat around his ribcage.
Grimmjow shrugged, "I made a bet with a buddy, and I lost. It was worth it, though. Revealing my true image today confirmed everything I needed to know about you, whether you cared enough about me or not. I wanted to know if it was real. I was only a few weeks away from winning, but now I'm allowed to be myself again."
Ichigo blinked a few times, seriously confused, "Oh."
Grimmjow chuckled, kissing Ichigo on the mouth again before stepping up and away.
"What the fuck, Grimm?" Ichigo said right as the door to the room opened and the nurse came in, smiling.
Grimm just held a finger over his lips, a smirk on his face as the nurse fussed over Ichigo and he mumbled answers to her.
No, he was not anemic.
Yes, this was his first fainting spell.
Yeah, he had eaten a well-balanced meal that day.
No, he wasn't feeling particularly stressed out or overburdened (except when it came to Grimmjow, but he didn't want to disclose that).
And yes, this had been the first nosebleed of his life.
A minute later, the nurse commented on how Ichigo's blood pressure was quite high. Ichigo wanted to slap the smirk off of Grimmjow's face.
Grimmjow had coerced the nurse into allowing him to take Ichigo home for the day, which blew Ichigo's mind. Luppi's mom was notorious for being a caring nurse but a harsh one and usually didn't let students walk on her, but Ichigo supposed that anybody Grimmjow flirted with would give in eventually.
"You're a demon, you know that?" Ichigo said, walking with Grimmjow in the student parking lot.
Grimmjow's grin was contagious, "Born and raised, Ichi. Don't be jealous of my gentlemanly charm."
"As long as you realize that you're a demon," Ichigo said, walking with Grimmjow out of the parking lot and into a side alley. He didn't know why he insisted on being a masochist and following Grimmjow, but his lovesick side was begging him to spend more time with the blue-haired nerd while the other wondered what they were doing in an alleyway when they were supposed to be getting into a car.
Ichigo's jaw dropped when he saw the shiny black-and-orange RX-7, Grimmjow pulling open the passenger door for Ichigo, "Come on, I promised I'd take you home."
"This is yours?"
Grimmjow just nodded as Ichigo got in it, appreciating its interior as much as the exterior. Grimmjow was in the driver's seat in a second, speeding out of the alleyway like he'd been playing too many racing video games.
Ichigo directed Grimmjow to his family's house, a two-story little piece on the edge of Karakura Town. Karakura was more like a city, but the name was quaint and made people feel like they were a close-knit family instead of a bustling city. Ichigo was glad they lived in a quiet neighborhood that actually had lawns and dogs and kids that weren't in danger of getting run over in the street by crazy people in their cars.
It was still early since they had been able to leave school before the end of the day. His sisters wouldn't be home for another hour and a half and his father always worked late on Fridays.
Ichigo blurted his mind before thinking, "Wanna come inside?"
Grimmjow grinned lecherously, "I always wanna cum inside."
Ichigo's face was maroon with embarrassment, "P-p-pervert."
Grimmjow laughed hysterically as they made their way into the house, Ichigo offering him something to drink as Grimmjow made himself comfortable on the big floppy couch. He stared at the gaming console and stack of video games, appreciating the small but good collection.
"Wanna play?" Ichigo asked, setting cups of cold tea on the coffee table and turning on the gaming console and t.v, "I haven't managed to beat this one yet."
"I always wanna play," Grimmjow teased, enjoying the red on the berry's cheeks, "and beating is one of my favorite activities of all time."
Despite Grimmjow's obvious sexual innuendos, Ichigo laughed and sat on the other side of the couch, excited as the game's logo popped up on the screen, "Have you played this before?"
Grimmjow stared at the title, chuckling darkly, "Once or twice."
"Espada Empire II" flashed across the screen before disappearing and being replaced by options for the game. Ichigo quickly entered the info for the new game, setting it to two player battle mode, excited to beat his new friend, "I'm warning you, I'm really good at this game."
Grimmjow just smirked knowingly, "Then how about we make this more interesting?"
Ichigo looked at him with an eyebrow raised, "What? A bet or something?"
"Yeah, a bet or something," Grimmjow husked, his warm breath on Ichigo's skin making him shudder.
"What are the terms?"
"If you win, I'll give you the money you bet on me today," Grimmjow said, running his tongue along his lower lip, "and if I win, ya gotta go on a date with me tomorrow night."
"What?" Ichigo's eyes were the size of dinner plates, "Grimm, I haven't beaten this game yet, but I'm really fucking good, and…I bet 250,000 yen on you!"
"Yah, I remember, I was there," Grimmjow said, shrugging, "it's the only reward I can think of for you. I don't gamble small, Ichi, you'll learn that about me really quick. Besides, if you're as good as you say you are…"
"A date?" Ichigo said, almost stuttering, "W-why?"
Grimmjow laughed, "Still in denial. I like that. That's funny. So we on or not?"
Ichigo stared from the waiting game screen to Grimmjow's smug poker face, "It's on like Donkey Kong."
"What the hell?" Ichigo exasperated, his Soul Reaper warrior dying on the screen for the umpteenth time, "How did you – I even used the specially-coded Zangetsu attack, and all you used was that stupid weak-level Hollow cat!"
Grimmjow snorted, "Don't underestimate speed. If you actually used the cat Hollow once in a while, you might have figured out that it can be leveled up using your Adjucha army. Sacrifice them and you have a weapon of mass destruction on your hands, Pantera. She's a nifty little kitty, if I may say so myself."
"Dammit," Ichigo cursed, throwing his game controller down in defeat, "And you said you played only a few times? How can you be maddeningly good at everything? It isn't fair."
"I'm not good at everything," Grimmjow said, his eyes on Ichigo's, "and I have only played once or twice, but I guess I didn't really play fair, considering my uncle's company designed this game and let me play the demo."
Ichigo's eyes became the size of saucers, "Wh-what?"
Grimmjow rubbed the back of his neck before sighing, "My Uncle Aizen owns Garganta Gaming Inc. His design team lets Nel and me work out the kinks once in a while, give them feedback. I actually helped design Pantera's power because my friend Szayel is head of the design board."
"No fucking way," Ichigo breathed, suddenly forgetting about his defeat as he stared at Grimmjow in wonder. He didn't know whether it was crazier to find out Grimmjow was related to the world-known gaming company owner or whether it was more mind-boggling to find out Nel was his daughter and Grimmjow's cousin.
"So, I win," Grimmjow said, his smile dangerous as he leaned in towards Ichigo, "I'll be collecting my reward now."
"What?"
Grimmjow's mouth was on Ichigo's before he could protest any further, his mind turning to oatmeal mush as Grimmjow's hot tongue invaded his mouth. Kami but this demon was going to be the death of him!
Grimmjow pushed him down on the couch until Grimmjow was over him, nearly sucking his face off as Ichigo tried to breathe, tried to stay calm.
Shit shit shit, he couldn't let this get carried away, not here, not here…
Ichigo gasped as Grimmjow's hands glided up underneath Ichigo's shirt, stopping at his nipples and grabbing them with a slight tug.
Ichigo bucked underneath him, rubbing his growing erection on Grimmjow's and making him hiss.
"Don't touch those!" Ichigo finally gasped, his face and neck completely red as Grimmjow's fingers continued to tease his taut nipples.
"But they're so cute," Grimmjow husked, leaning his head down and laving his tongue over each exposed nipple and making Ichigo mewl, "look, Ichi, they're as red as strawberries."
"Hnnn," Ichigo arched under Grimmjow's caresses, his mind completely out of the earth's atmosphere as Grimmjow searched the inside of his mouth again, that delicious tongue ring making Ichigo more hot than he already was.
He locked his knees around Grimmjow's rib cage as his fingers fussed with Grimmjow's hair. He had never touched Grimmjow's hair before, and it felt silky soft despite it's rough look. Grimmjow chuckled into his mouth as he ground their erections together slowly, making Ichigo buck his hips again, "I told ya at the party, Ichigo: I want you, and I'm gonna make ya mine no matter what."
"Hhhnwah," was Ichigo's intelligent reply as Grimmjow began to suck and nip along Ichigo's neck, working his way up to lick and bite playfully at Ichigo's earlobes.
"Sh-shit!" Ichigo's body trembled at the sensitive area. The skin of his ears was one of his greatest weaknesses, and Grimmjow's tongue nearly had his eyes rolling in the back of his skull.
"Ichi-nii!" a shrill voice shrieked, "Karin, help Ichi-nii! That bad man is hurting Ichi-nii!"
A sudden surge of awareness made Ichigo stiffen, panic, and punch Grimmjow as hard in the side of the face as he could. Grimmjow rolled off of him instantly, cussing as he fell onto the floor and Ichigo shot up off of the couch like it had been burning.
Karin was doubled over laughing by the door as Yuzu ran over to Ichigo and hugged his leg and started sobbing, "Ichi-nii! I was so scared, Ichi-nii! The blue devil was making you moan and I thought…I thought…I thought he was killing you!"
Ichigo rubbed his little sister's back in soothing circles, mentally castrating Grimmjow for getting them caught so shamelessly in a massive make-out session that could have turned…well, Ichigo was flushing furiously enough for Grimmjow to howl with laughter, even as he sported a bright red welt on his cheek from Ichigo's punch.
"Yuzu, Ichi wasn't moaning because he was being hurt," Karin said, staring at her older brother, shaking her head, "were you, Ichi-niichan?"
"Sh-shut up, Karin!" Ichigo ordered, furious with himself for forgetting the time. Karin and Yuzu always grabbed the bus from Mod Soul Middle School that made its rounds on their neighborhood.
Grimmjow was up on his feet now, running a hand through his hair, "Sorry for scaring 'ya, Yuzu, but your brother's such a good kisser I couldn't help myself."
Ichigo was just about to cuss him out when Yuzu spoke up with a smile, "Are you Ichi-nii's boyfriend? He hasn't had one in a long time!"
"Yuzu," Ichigo rubbed circles on his temples with his eyes closed, not knowing how to control the situation anymore. Of course he had come out to his family at the same time as telling Shinji, but never had his little sisters witnessed such a bold act.
Karin was unfazed, "Yo, what you do with my bro is your business, but could you at least take it upstairs next time? He does have a bedroom, ya know."
"Karin!" Ichigo dropped to his knees in humiliation, his hands in his hair as he was about to rip it out of his head, "What the heck, Karin?"
Grimmjow laughed, rustling Karin's black hair with a large hand, "I like this kid. I think we're gonna get along just fine."
"Is he staying for dinner, Ichi-nii? I'm making Italian tonight!" Yuzu announced, a small hand patting Ichigo's shoulder now that he was down to her level in his crouched position.
"No, he's not!" Ichigo said, standing back up to his full height and grabbing Grimmjow by the front of his shirt and nearly throwing him out the front door, "He was just leaving!"
"It didn't look like he was just leaving," Karin mumbled with a smirk, "looked like he was having too much fun to go home just yet."
"One more word Karin and I swear to GOD –"
Grimmjow pecked him on the lips, giving Ichigo the most heart-wrenching grin to date, "I'll pick ya up tomorrow around 7. Wear something comfy and not too nice."
"What are you talking about?" Ichigo hissed, blocking Grimmjow from him by closing the door so only his head peaked out.
"Our date," Grimmjow said seriously, raising an eyebrow, "Or are you not a man of your word? I won, fair and square."
"There was nothing fair or square about it!" Ichigo boomed, "you tricked me, then took advantage of me and…and…seduced me!"
Grimmjow chuckled, trailing a finger down Ichigo's chin as he stayed frozen, "Isn't that what demons do? Corrupt the innocent?"
Ichigo burst out the door and practically chased him to his car, smacking his hand against the driver's window as Grimmjow leered at him from the inside.
Ichigo glared at him, Grimmjow smirked and made a kissy face before backing out of the driveway and riding out of the neighborhood.
Ichigo kicked at the grass, furious, "DAMN that DEMON!"
Flirtatious Grimmjow = dead ovaries ;u;