Author's note: You kinda have to read 'Softer Side of You' to understand this chapter. The next chapter shall be the very last and the grand finale H-scene (which was the inspiration for this fic in the first place...). This chapter is basically the transitional chapter (Flyingshadow called it a 'Filler'. *XD) Thanks for reading and reviewing as always. Also... Im sorry if there are any mistakes that I missed. Hope I didn't disappoint.

Thank you Flyingshadow for editing and thank you Racey for sparking ideas and dialogue.

Paint You In Blue:

PART 5: Marriage and Food Poisoning.

The TV was currently on, the voices creating a gentle background noise. Grimmjow was currently lying down on the sofa, his head on Ichigo's lap. Ichigo was stroking his hair while reading a medical book. The whole scene was rather domestic, simple and quiet, but it was what the blunet had always wanted. His eyes were closed, a huge grin on his face. For the first time in a long time he felt content and utterly happy. He had finally gotten the one thing he had always wanted but thought was out of reach. Ichigo was now his, all his; and he was fucking ecstatic about it.

Ichigo had even moved in. It easier said than done. After a family dinner at the Kurosaki household, Ichigo had declared that he was going to move in with the blunet. Karin and Yuzu were fine with the change; after all their big brother had to leave the nest one day, but Isshin didn't take it well at all. It resulted in their old man bursting into tears and getting himself into a fistfight with Grimmjow. Needless to say, it was Grimmjow who won and the decision was final. Isshin had saved his pride by declaring that the fight had been a test and Grimmjow was deemed worthy of protecting his precious son. This of course resulted in a kick to the stomach delivered by the redhead himself.

"What's with the creepy grin?" Ichigo peered away from the book he was reading and looked at Grimmjow curiously.

"Nothin'," the blunet continued to smile broadly, "Just happy I guess?"

"About?"

The artist's grin turned into a perverted leer. "I plucked the strawberry."

Ichigo cringed at the crude remark. "You know? If you keep on rubbing that in… I might just dump you." His words of course were spoken in jest. After pinning for the blunet for so long, there was no way in hell he was going to let go so easily.

The blunet glared at him. "Don't joke 'bout that. Ever."

"Yeah, you're right. My bad." The redhead sighed, but then smiled at down at Grimmjow softly. "Why did I fall for such a bastard like you? But I guess you're stuck with me too."

The blunet returned to grinning happily once again. "Damn straight you are. Also, just incase you ever consider leaving me, if you do, then I'll chain you to the bed and keep you as my sex slave."

Ichigo rolled his eyes. "I'll keep that in mind."

"Just saying." Grimmjow turned around and nuzzled his face in Ichigo's lap. "We should go on a date," his words were muffled but still understandable.

He's like a cat. How cute."Sure." Ichigo set his book down and paid full attention to man before him. "Where were you planning? The fair? The park? The movies?"

"What are we, pubescent teens? All those places are for kids and horny teens just praying to get laid."

Ichigo scowled, "Fine then. Strip club, porn store and nightclub it is then."

Grimmjow got off Ichigo's lap and scratched his head, brushing back those unruly blue locks. "I didn't mean that," he growled, "I meant like a nice restaurant, a trip to the beach. We could rent out a cottage or some shit like that." His words ending in a grumble and he averted his gaze.

Ichigo noticed the faint blush on Grimmjow's face and couldn't help but laugh. "I didn't take you for the romantic type."

"Shut up." The blunet growled. "I'm not, damnit! …It's because it's you, so I don't wanna screw anything up."

Tingly warmth flooded him and made his heart swell. It felt nice to be loved by the gruff artist before him. "Grimm, I don't care where we go. Just don't make it sleazy and not too corny."

"I'm all outta ideas, then." The blunet sat up and reach to for his cup of coffee and took a sip.

"Actually, there's a place we could go…"

"Mnh?" Grimmjow grunted his acknowledgement and continued to drink his beverage.

"Orihime and Ulquiorra are getting married next week. I'm best man." Ichigo mentally prepared himself for what was about to come.

Grimmjow's eyes widened like plates and he choked on the coffee he was drinking. Spluttering he dropped the mug he was holding and yelped when the scalding liquid fell onto his lap. "Fuck you and your shitty timing!" He grabbed the box of tissues on the coffee table and cleaned up the mess he made. "When the hell did this happen?"

Ichigo left into the kitchen and came back with a kitchen cloth. "They started dating in high school. How did you not notice?"

"I know they dated, I'm not an idiot." After all, he was basically the one who hooked them up…but he wasn't going to tell Ichigo that. "It's just, when did they decide to get married? And why are you best man? You ain't close to Ulquiorra, shouldn't you be matron of honor or some shit like that?"

"Bitch!" Ichigo threw the cloth at the blunet, who just caught it with one hand and used it to wipe himself off. "They decided a month ago and Ulquiorra isn't really close to anyone so Orihime asked me to be best man."

"Damn… depressed bitch and big-tits tying the knot. What an odd couple."

"Don't be cruel. So are you coming or not?"

Grimmjow made a face. "Who's coming?"

"Shuuhei, Ikkaku, Rukia, some other people that used to go to our school… Oh and Renji too."

The artist's face twisted into a sour expression, as if he had been forced to eat something unpleasant. "How did the pineapple dick get invited?"

"Because he and Rukia are friends, why do you hate him so much?"

Grimmjow shrugged. "Just rubs me the wrong way. Do I have to wear a suit?"

Ichigo scoffed. "Of course."

"Fuck that, I'm not going then." The blunet took off his shirt and ran a hand through his tousled hair.

Ichigo gawked. "Why not?" he demanded, wanting nothing more than to smack the blunet for his childishness.

"I hate your friends and I hate suits. Gah!" the artist cringed at the mere thought, "So tight and constricting… like a walking prison." He shuddered.

A frown began to etch itself on the redhead's face. "You can go make fun of people."

The slightly older male snorted. "And have you telling me to behave the whole night? No deal."

"There'll be free food?" said Ichigo with a pleading expression as he tried to bargain.

"You cook for me all the time."

Ichigo glared, fire burning in his chocolate eyes. "Too bad." He growled, pointing an accusing finger. "You're going or else."

"Or else what?" snarled the blunet with a sadistic grin. He loved it when his strawberry was riled up. It was so fucking sexy.

"I won't cook and clean for you anymore." The smaller man smirked, loving the taste of triumph on his tongue.

Grimmjow immediately stopped grinning and glared back that the strawberry with all his might. "You wouldn't dare."

Ichigo couldn't help but laugh inside when he saw the blunet's reaction. He could practically imagine Grimmjow with cat ears; tail raised up and straight while hissing aggressively. "Try me. If you don't go, I'll let you starve to death in your own filth." Ichigo said those words with a mighty expression. He would win this battle.

The artist froze. There was a moment of silence as the two had a battle of the wills.

Finally it was Grimmjow who gave in. Sighing, he muttered curses under his breath. "Fine then I'll go, happy?" He stood up and headed to the studio, intending to do some more painting. He took off his shirt and dropped it to the floor in retaliation. "You're going to be a shit doctor!" he yelled out, hoping to have the last word.

"Yeah, yeah, love you too!" Ichigo smiled when he heard the door slam shut. Pantera gave a gentle mrew and jumped onto his lap. He petted the feline with relish, happy to see that the tiny creature had put on a healthy weight and was now growing rapidly. "He's just a big softie at heart, ain't he Pantera?"

The cat just mewed in reply.

If hell was a place on earth then this was it. Grimmjow was currently sitting on one of the tables at the reception. The wedding itself had just finished taking place and Grimmjow had to stop himself from bursting into laughter the whole time. It was so fucking funny to see the giddy redhead say lovey-dovey, rainbow-puppies-and-kitten vows to a man whose expression didn't change one bit the whole rite.

His suit was killing him. Sure it was custom made to fit him like a fine glove, but still! The ice blue tie felt like a noose and the cuffs of his shirt felt like shackles. It was too warm and he wanted nothing more than to be back at home in his comfy jeans and nothing else. The only good thing about suits were how hot Ichigo was in one. The black suit had accentuated his slim hips and tapered waist while hugging his shoulders. The deep purple long sleeve shirt that he wore showed off his elegant hand and long fingers. A white slim tie completed the look and in Grimmjow's opinion. Ichigo looked like sex on a stick. The blunet wanted nothing more than to drag his strawberry away and ravish him.

After the vows were spoken and Orihime and Ulquiorra were declared as husband and wife, the guests gathered to the reception which is where Grimmjow currently was. The table clothes were an ugly purple with lime green napkins and ribbons that were being tied onto bows behind the bright pink chairs. The color scheme was so fucked up his eyes were blinded by the sheer wrongness of it. He didn't even want to think about the food. He stared at the meal in front of him with dread and utter confusion. "What... the hell is this meant to be?"

Ichigo fixed his suit up and glanced at the meal. "Grilled salmon stuffed with machismos cherries and a side of roasted chocolate and… mushrooms?" His skin tone became slightly pale. "Good luck with eating that."

"Fuck you. I wouldn't even feed it to Pantera, and you know how much I hate the little piece of crap." He pushed the food a way from him and shuddered. "If this is how she cooks, then I sense a divorce."

"Don't jinx, it you ass," said Ichigo in a scolding manner, but he too pushed his food away. "They've been together for a long time. It's a good thing."

Grimmjow propped his elbow onto the table and rested his chin on his knuckles wearing a cocky grin. "For one, you cook a lot better and for another… we've been 'together' longer than that Hime-chick and Ulquiorra."

Ichigo turned an adorable shade of pink and looked away. "F-flatterer." He bit out, glancing back at the blunet but looked away once again when he saw that the blunet still had his 'cat-got-the-cream' grin on.

"Pretty sure you're better in bed too," said the artist in a teasing manner.

The blush spread to his ears and was quickly followed by a flush of embarrassment and anger. He turned around. "Don't say stuff like that in public you jer- Mpnh!"

Without warning, Grimmjow stole his lips in a bruising kiss and thrust his tongue into Ichigo's hot velvet mouth. Letting out a heady moan, Ichigo gripped tightly at the table cloth and at the back of his chair. Grimmjow's firm tongue lapped at his and coaxed it into a sensual play, Ichigo's eyes fluttering close as he tasted the blunet. The feel of their hot tongues caressing each other, so hot and moist was a good imitation of another certain action that was a lot hotter and dirtier than kissing. Strong hands grasped at his orange hair and tugged, sending a shiver down his spine and making him whimper.

"Kurosaki-kun!" called out an utterly feminine voice. Orihime was running towards them, holding up the folds of her dress so that she didn't topple over them.

Ichigo broke free from the kiss and tried to gain his composure. He wiped his bruised lips with the sleeve of his shirt and tried to calm down his breathing. Grimmjow on the other hand scowled, looking extremely pissed off at the fact that his makeout session with his delectable strawberry had been interrupted.

As Orihime got nearer, she realized what she had gotten into and blushed delicately with her hands to her face. "Ah! K-Kurosaki-kun, I didn't m-mean to interrupt you or-"

"It's fine, Orihime, don't worry bout it. Congrats on your wedding, it's good to see you so happy." He smiled gently at her… and kicked Grimmjow in his shin underneath the table. The blunet's eyes widened a comical amount, his mouth opened widened in a silent scream and he doubled over, leaning onto the table for support. It was a childish thing to do, yes, but Ichigo couldn't help it… he also mentally thanked himself for being a black belt in karate…

Orihime beamed like the sun and sat down on the chair next to him. "Isn't it? It's all I ever dreamed of and more. It's so romantic, don't you think? Marrying your high-school sweetheart and having a happily ever after." She smiled gently, glowing in her own happiness.

Ichigo nodded in agreement. "It was hard to believe. I was away from school for one day, and next day I find out you're dating Ulquiorra? I never asked, how'd that happen?"

"Well you see I used to have a crush on y-" Orihime stopped midway when she noticed the threatening look Grimmjow shot her. His eyes were cold and sharp promising pain if she said the wrong words. She took a gulp of air and laughed nervously. "I mean, it was really sudden. Ulquiorra asked me out one day and I just said yes." The nervousness escaped her and she returned to her cheery self. "It's been a dream since then."

"Your speech was adequate for today's event," said a monotone voice and Ichigo looked up to see that Ulquiorra was heading towards them.

"Ah... Thanks, I guess?"

"None is needed." The expressionless man stood behind his wife and rested his hand on her shoulder. His face may not say much nor his tone but he actually did fall for the big breasted woman he had just tied the knot with. "What are you doing, Hime?"

Orihime looked up with a smile and place her hand over Ulquiorra's. "I'm just telling Ichigo about how we met."

"I see." Ulquiorra took in those words and then stared at Grimmjow. "I did not recall inviting you, Trash."

Grimmjow growled low in his throat. "Depressed as ever, I see? I wasn't invited. I'm here with Ichigo... You should be fucking thankful, if it hadn't been for me, then you would've never had the chance."

"Chance, you say? I think it is because of me that you now have what you have. If I did not do what I did, then there would've been more competition, would there not?"

Both Ichigo and Orihime watched the verbal exchange in great confusion. What the hell was Grimmjow and Ulquiorra on about? But at the moment that didn't seem to be too important. If this battle of testosterone went on any longer then this wedding would turn into a bloodbath.

Grimmjow's growl got louder. "Watch your words wisely Ulquiorra, or they may be your last. I don't give a damn if this is your wedding; I'll make it your fucking funeral if you keep on bitching."

Anger swirled in emerald eyes but Ulquiorra's expression did not change one bit. "Arrogant words for something like trash. Do not hand out threats if you cannot go through with them."

"Why you little piece of mother fucking- gah!" Grimmjow jerked away when a glass of wine 'fell' onto his lap. He glared at Ichigo. "What the fuck?"

"Sorry Grimm, my bad." Ichigo took some napkins and wiped away at the liquid. He turned to Orihime apologetically. "Sorry, I should take him to the bathroom and help him clean up." He got up from his chair and pulled the blunet along with him. "Come on, Grimm. I'll help you clean up." before Grimmjow could protest he was forcibly dragged away from the newly married couple.

"Ulqui, what was that all about?" asked Orihime as she looked up into the emerald eyes of her husband.

He looked down at her, his gaze softening ever so slightly. It was an expression that was only reserved for her. "It was nothing. A talk between males, that is all."

"You little bastard, you did that on purpose." Grimmjow sat on the lid of the toilet seat in nothing but his black boxer briefs and shirt and jacket.

"Of course I did." Ichigo was holding Grimmjow's pants to the hand-dyer. "You were being an ass."

"I didn't want to come to this god damn wedding in the first place." The blunet glared at the walls of the toilet cubicles.

Ichigo laughed dryly. "My fault, I kinda regret making you come." He touched the wet spot on the pants checking to see if they were drying or not. It was horrible idea to take Grimm to the wedding. The artist was so out of his element it wasn't funny.

"You better pay me back for this, strawberry."

"I'm drying your pants, aren't I?" The redhead checked the pants again. They were finally dry.

"That doesn't count. You got them wet in the first place."

Ichigo rolled his eyes. He knocked on the cubicle doors. "They're done. Come and get the-Ack!" The door swung open and he was pulled into the cubicle. "Grimmjow!" With the two grown males in such a small area it was extremely cramped. Ichigo was currently standing between Grimmjow's open legs. Arms embraced his waist.

"You're so fucking cruel." The blunet nuzzled his strawberry's tummy.

"What did I do now?" Ichigo tried to hand Grimmjow his pants, but the larger male didn't take them.

Grimmjow looked up at Ichgio and scowled. "Look down."

Ichigo did just that and noticed the bruise forming on the larger male's shin. Guilt began to eat at him, but he didn't show it. "Don't be such a baby. It's not that bad."

"Tell that to my aching shin."

Ichigo sighed. Grimm could be such a child sometimes, but perhaps that was part of his charm. "What do you want me to do about it?"

Grimmjow's hurt expression immediately turned into a smirk. He pointed to his lips. "Kiss me better."

Ichigo blushed all the way to his toes. "T-that's so fucking corny! What kind of person would say something like that?"

The blunet threw back his head and cackled, his teeth gleamed and his eyes were lit up in amusement. "Oh come on, it's a kiss. You like it when I kiss you."

Ichigo glanced away, the blush still very noticeable on his face. "F-fine then! But only one kiss!"

The artist snorted. "That's such a girly thing to say, but fine; I'll take it." He positioned the redhead to straddle his lap and connected their lips together. Unlike the heat kiss before, this one was so much more gentle. He held on tight to Ichigo's waist as their tongues danced together in a cavern of heated warmth. They muffled each other's groans and whimpers. Running out of air, they broke apart and panted harshly before coming together in another long gentle kiss. Ichigo felt something hard rub against his crotch and he broke free from the kiss. "Gr-grimm!"

The larger male just groaned as he continued to grind their erections together, but because of the clothes between them, some of the sensation was lost and be began to feel frustrated. "Fuck," he growled violently. With one free hand, he began to free Ichigo from the confines of his pants, but slimmer hands stopped him.

"We-we can't," gasped Ichigo, "We're in a toilet cubicle, damnit."

Grimmjow groaned. "And?"

"Idiot! We can't have sex here, it's too cramped and people can hear us."

"So? I don't give a fuck if people can hear us." To further emphasize his point, he thrust up and smirked at the pleasure yelp that escaped the redhead's soft pink lips.

Ichigo clapped his mouth shut with his hands, embarrassed at the slutty sound that he just made. "I do!"

Grimmjow stopped his ministrations, his hard on begging to be used, but at the looks of it, he wasn't going to get laid anytime soon. Another idea popped into his head. "...Suck me?"

Ichigo scowled. "Give me three reasons why." He wasn't going to admit to Grimmjow that he was somewhat looking forward to giving the blunet oral. After all, Grimm did have a deliciously tasty cock, but if he ever found out, he would never let Ichigo live it down.

Grimmjow began his dry thrusting as he thought of reasons why. "Because it's either that or I fuck you here and now... because it's your fault that I'm in this mess in the first place and...and I was half asleep last time you blew me so that doesn't count. Oh yeah, also because you love me?"

Ichigo cringed. "Low blow man... low blow..." His fingers played with the blunet's teal tie. "Fine, but after this we're even... and you can't make any noise."

"Sure." Grimmjow grinned; he had just lied through his teeth, but his strawberry didn't know that.

"Mnkay then..." Ichigo got off Grimmjow's lap and onto his knees. He took a shuddering breath as he plucked up his courage. If he was going to do this, then he was going to do it right. He seemed to have done fine last time, and he had been drunk out of his mind, so this time should be no problem, right? He leaned over and nuzzled Grimmjow's cock through his tights, nipping it gently and lapped at it like a kitten would milk.

Grimmjow braced himself with one arm against the cubicle wall while his fist was crammed in his mouth as he tried to stifle his groans. Damn, his strawberry was such a sexy little sex kitten. "Guh. More…"

The front of Grimmjow's boxer briefs were soaked through. Ichigo paused and looked up pleased at the blunet's strained expression. "Be patient," he scolded in a husky voice. He pressed his finger against the head of the penis before stopping all contact, and grabbed onto the hem of the boxer briefs to pull them down. Grimmjow threw back his head with a sigh as his cock was finally free, and shivered at the sensation of the cool air against his cock followed by the Ichigo's warm breath.

Ichigo took a moment to study the penis in front of him. It was long, thick and rock-hard. Erect amongst a patch of blue hair, it was a luscious red. A thick vein ran underneath the ridge of the member. Oozing out white precum, it dribbled off the head and on to the side, looking really tasty. Leaning forward, Ichigo stuck out his pink tongue and gave it a tentative lick.

Grimmjow bucked his hips slightly and groaned. "Fuck..."

Taking that as a good thing, he continued to lick at the head, his strokes becoming more confident as he paid extra attention to the opening of the penis. Bracing his hands on Grimmjow's muscular thighs, he nipped at the head one last time before traveling lower, swapping between long slow licks and short quick ones, doing so in random patterns so Grimmjow's nerves couldn't predict the movement and therefore the pleasure was heightened. Ha... being a doctor was a useful thing.

Grimmjow took his hand away from his mouth; he had bitten at his hands to the point of almost bleeding. "Ichi... fuck..."

Ichigo took the head in his mouth and began sucking on it. He moaned and slowly took more into his mouth. What he couldn't handle, he began to jerk off with his hand. The other unzipped his own pants and dug into his underwear, pulling out his wet erection and he began to pump himself. Ichigo took the cock out of his mouth and tried to lick and suckle at the heavy sacks underneath but he had some trouble since Grimmjow's penis kept on getting in the way. He gave the blunet a pleading expression. "Grimm.. help me out..."

Groaning, Grimmjow took a trembling hand and held up his own cock to give Ichigo better access to his balls. The redhead sucked on one into his mouth while his now free hand massaged the other half of the sack. Letting them go with a 'pop', he licked the underside of the penis where the length connected to the testicles, feeling the blunet begin to tremor and knew what was about to come. He was close as well, so going for the grand finale, he took Grimmjow's hand away and began to deep-throat the delicious organ.

Grimmjow gripped the redhead's hair and tried his best to not just madly fuck Ichigo's hot mouth, but it was so hard. How the hell did Ichi become so good at this?

Ichigo had taken the member all the way in and began to make swallowing motions with his throat, continuing to massage the soft velvet sacs. Soon the tremors became more noticeable and he prepared himself for what was about to come.

"Ichi...go...Gah!" Grimmjow groaned heavily with his eyes clenched closed, and in a burst of white light, he came and emptied himself within his strawberry's mouth.

Ichigo moaned at the cum that filled his mouth and then ejaculated onto his own hand. He released the now flaccid member from out of his mouth, and looked up at Grimmjow. "Good?"

Still speechless from the amazing orgasm he just had, all the blunet could do was nod his head dumbly.

Seeing that as a good sign, Ichigo smirked before beginning to clean himself up. Then he realized something. "Ah... now your underwear is wet."

"Commando." Grimmjow slipped off his boxer briefs and put on the pants that Ichigo had dried for him.

"Figures." Ichigo was the first to leave the cubicle and straight away, he headed for the sink where he scrubbed at his hands and rinsed his mouth.

Grimmjow came out of the cubicle a few minutes later wearing the most cockiest expression that Ichigo had seen yet, which was saying something. While Ichigo was washing his hands (it would be awkward shaking people's hands after doing what he did), Grimmjow hugged him from behind. The blunet nuzzled his strawberry. "I love you."

"I love you too." The two lovers spent a moment in silence just savoring each other's presence before someone ruined the moment by slamming open the bathroom doors and then rushed into the cubicles. The bathroom was then filled with the violent sounds of retching.

Cringing at the grotesque sound, Ichigo and Grimmjow left the restroom. "See? Aren't you fucking glad we didn't eat any of the food that was offered? Eating big-tits' food is like wanting a fucking death wish." Grimmjow shuddered.

"Behave." Ichigo punched the blunet in the arm but he himself was trying to stifle his own laughter.

Grimmjow grumbled. "Next time we get to go on a real date. Not some pussy wedding." The two of them walked back into the reception, and when they got there Grimmjow wasn't too happy.

Renji ran to Ichigo, fell to his hands and knees. With his forehead touching the floor, he yelled out, "IM SO SORRY FOR TRYING TO GET INTO YOUR PANTS. PLEASE FORGIVE ME!" His words echoed throughout the reception and some people gave the men strange looks.

Ichigo laughed awkwardly, not stopping the possessive arm that wrapped around his waist. He could feel the annoyance radiating off Grimmjow in violent waves. "Ah… Renji... don't worry about it. Really. We were both drunk so neither of us is really to blame."

Renji didn't look up from his position. "But still! I shouldn't have kissed you and then tried to have-"

"Renji!" snapped Ichigo. "We don't need the details!" By now, the redhead was blushing as bright as his namesake. Grimmjow on the other hand was gritting his teeth so hard that they made a loud grating noise. He broke free from Ichigo and cracked his knuckles threateningly "So... pineapple... don't you remember the little 'talk' we had about bothering my Ichigo?" His cyan eyes were sharp and filled with a murderous intent. He was about to take a step forward when Ichigo stopped him with a single glare.

Ichigo knelt down to where Renji was still groveling. He placed his hand on the idiot's shoulder. "Renji… it's fine. Forgive and forget, don't worry about it. We're still friends."

Renji finally looked up, his eyes glazed with tears of release. "Ichigo… YOU'RE SO AWESOME!" He flung himself onto the redhead and grabbed Ichigo into a tight embrace.

That was the finally straw. The last string of his self control snapped like a tiny twig. "That's fucking it! I'm gonna shove a fucking pineapple up yer ass, you pineapple fucker!" screamed Grimmjow and all hell broke loose.

Author's note: Yup~ Transitional chapter done. Next chapter shall contain a cliché date, edible body paint and... well.. sex I guess. XD