Chapter Thirteen
After a quick power nap they were up, pulling their haphazardly discarded clothes on and enjoying the silence. Grimmjow reached for his wallet and tossed a small piece of plastic at Ichigo. It hit him in the head and he frowned at it as he picked it up.
"What the hell is this for? Why did you throw it at me?" He asked, buttoning his pants with one hand.
"Go get yerself a couple outfits. I have some phone calls to make." Grimmjow said, only bothering to pull his slacks over his hips and button them, neglecting the zipper completely.
Ichigo shook his head and handed the card back. "I'm sorry, I can't accept this."
Grimmjow cocked an eyebrow at him and refused the card. "Didn't I say I'd buy ya some clothes when we got here? Just do it or you'll be wearin' those dirty clothes till we get back to Tokyo."
Ichigo scowled at the man in front of him. "I have my own money…."
Grimmjow tossed a slipper at him. "Shut the fuck up and accept it, Strawberry."
Ichigo glared at the return of his "pet" name. It wasn't as if he hadn't heard the other times he had used it recently, but it still kind of pissed him off. He stubbornly set the card on the edge of the bed and stepped away from it, pulling the rest of his clothes back on.
"Think of it this way. If you don't use that card, I'll just find out how much you spent and stick the money in yer account later."
Ichigo tossed a haughty look over his shoulder. "And I'll just transfer that money to Yuzu's trust like I've been doing with all the other money you left in there. Thanks, but I can buy a couple outfits myself."
Ichigo grabbed his coat and slung it over his shoulder, exiting to room with a pair of sapphire eyes trying to bore a hole in his back. So much for a romantic weekend, Ichigo thought later as he wandered the streets of a city he was far from familiar with. Not that he had expected that much from Grimmjow, but after saying what he had about Ichigo needing a break, he had started to think that this was going to be about just the two of them. He almost laughed out loud at that before scowling at the display in the store he was passing. He should have known better. It was stupid to think any other way. All Ichigo was, was a fun toy for Grimmjow. As soon as he got tired of him he'd surely kick him aside for the next one. When the thought crossed his mind his scowl darkened and he stepped in the store to finish up his shopping.
Meanwhile Grimmjow barked out orders into his cell phone. The trip hadn't really been planned as a getaway per se, but more of a hide out for a couple days until things back home settled down a bit. Apparently his little run in with the drug dealer a few weeks back had turned into something far more complicated. In short, the man, who had apparently not learned his lesson with the punishment he had received, was out to kill him and had been very vocal about it. Though once any of Grimmjow's men had finally heard about it the man had seemingly vanished off the face of the earth. If it hadn't been for his boss pointing out, albeit with a smile on his face, that Ichigo could possibly be in danger as well he would have stayed and faced the matter head on.
"What would you do, Grimmjow, if in his place?" His boss, Sosuke Aizen, asked in a relaxed tone, his head resting on his bent fist.
Grimmjow grinned. "Depends on how much I hated him." Aizen waited for him to continue. "But I'd have jumped right in and killed him already. Gotta get rid of vermin quick, ya know."
Aizen nodded, a small smile still on his lips. "I would go after something that belonged to him first. Something that held significant value for him perhaps. Or someone."
Aizen hadn't said anything else and dismissed him shortly thereafter, their meeting regarding business far from over. He didn't like the fact that he had run and really didn't like the fact that he had done it because of any feelings for another person. He had always been alone; caring for another was foreign territory for him.
"Tell me something good, Shawlong."
"I wish I had good news to tell, Boss. We haven't found anything, it's like he actually disappeared."
"Don't give me that bullshit. People can't disappear. This isn't some fuckin' manga where everyone has special powers. Find the asshole. I can't stay away for very long."
"I understand, Boss. I will do my best."
He hung up the phone and barely resisted the urge to throw it. There was one person he could use, someone that had a special knack for hunting people down, but he hadn't spoken with that person in almost three years. He didn't even know if he was still in the area because he tended to move around a lot. When one hunted down others for various, most time lethal, reasons it was a good idea if one didn't exist in one place for too long. Especially when you looked like he did. He looked down at his phone and realized that even if he did want to seek him out technology wasn't going to make it easy. He'd have to get out there and look himself.
"So much for vacation time." He grumbled and looked at the clock, realizing for the first time how late it was getting.
Ichigo wasn't back yet and he was starting to regret making him go out by himself. Who was to say he wasn't followed out here. It would be the perfect time to get at him while he was alone and away from anyone that could help him. With a dark scowl at both the thought and the feelings the thought provoked he began to dial Ichigo's cell number when there was a knock at the door.
"Ah shit, he didn't leave did he?" Ichigo grumbled as he tried the door and knocked once again.
Grimmjow hadn't realized he had locked the door and walked to it quickly, surprising Ichigo mid knock when he knuckles met nothing but air. He walked in the room, suddenly feeling awkward, and slipped out of his shoes, setting his bags down and glancing over his shoulder at Grimmjow.
"So why did you kick me out of the room?" He asked, trying to sound nonchalant about it even though it irked him once he figured out why he was shopping alone.
"I told you I had phone calls to make. Work stuff, don't worry about it."
Ichigo frowned and sat on the small couch in the sitting area of the hotel room. Grimmjow sure had a thing for staying in posh hotels.
"You came all the way out here for work? Then why did you drag me along?"
Grimmjow grinned and crossed his arms over his chest. "Aw, what's 'a matter Strawberry, ya jealous of my job?"
Ichigo sighed and decided it was best not to answer that. "Whatever. What happened to calling me by my first name?"
Grimmjow chuckled and crossed the room to stand in front of him. "Yer name's too sexy to be outside the bedroom. Ichigo."
Ichigo blushed and looked away making Grimmjow grin.
"Go take a shower and change. We'll go get something to eat."
"I kinda already ate. I said I was hungry before I passed out but by the time I got out there, there was this ramen stand and…." He closed his eyes and a small smile spread across his face. "It was fuckin' delicious."
Grimmjow laughed. "Alright, ya wanna do anything else?"
Ichigo pursed his lips and looked away. There was something he wanted to do, but it was too weird to do with Grimmjow. Too much like their dinner date a couple weeks ago and with all the negative emotions that had just been floating around in his head he wasn't sure if that was such a good idea.
"What?" Grimmjow asked, watching Ichigo's face.
"Nothing. Whatever."
Grimmjow sighed. "Quit actin' like a fuckin' girl and tell me what you want. I hate playin' games." He muttered the last part.
Ichigo sighed. "Well, there's this movie out…." He trailed off and blushed. Oh God, he was acting like a girl!
"So ya want me to take ya to a movie, huh?" Grimmjow teased, sitting on the couch next to Ichigo and leaning close to him.
"I didn't say that." Ichigo defended, refusing to meet Grimmjow's eyes.
Grimmjow scooted closer and pressed his lips to the back of his neck. Ichigo shivered and closed his eyes. Why did every time Grimmjow touched him make him want to melt into him?
"Or we could just stay here and… enjoy ourselves." His voice had dropped several octaves and his breath was tickling the fine hairs on Ichigo's neck.
Ichigo cleared his throat and stood up quickly. "I'll go take a shower and change. We can go see that movie I guess."
As he grabbed his bag and nearly ran out of the room Grimmjow chuckled and slung his arms over the back of the couch. His little Strawberry was turning him into some kind of sex crazed teenager. He couldn't say he didn't like it either.
"Did anyone ever tell you that you have a gay sense of style?" Grimmjow asked as they walked back from the theater later that evening.
"God, why does everyone say that? I do not."
"Yes you do. Maybe a trendy emo-gay style, but still gay."
Ichigo stopped and cocked a hip. "How is this emo-gay?" He asked, pointing out his outfit and looking at Grimmjow expectantly.
He was wearing a pair of tight black and green plaid pants with a neon purple studded belt which he obviously didn't need, a black shirt with a pink bunny dressed as a ninja and his bright green hooded sweatshirt.
"Your shoes are fuckin' purple."
"You have to match the shoes and the belt, baka."
"Gay."
"Fuck you. At least I'm not wearing suspenders."
Grimmjow grinned and opened his black coat to reveal his own outfit. Black slacks and a decorative white pair of suspenders with a white button up shirt left open at the top, collar twitched high and a loosely drawn black tie as an accessory.
"My suspenders are fuckin' sexy and you know it."
Ichigo laughed and shook his head. "Suspenders are for old men whose pants won't stay up." He commented as they resumed walking.
"Are you callin' me old?"
Ichigo tossed a smile over his shoulder. "Come to think of it, how old are you?"
"Not sure I wanna tell you now." Grimmjow grumbled, a bit sensitive about his age.
"Aw, c'mon. Please tell me?" Ichigo batted his eye lashes and laughed.
"I'm twenty eight."
Ichigo stopped again and looked wide eyed back at Grimmjow. "Oh my God. You're almost thirty!"
Grimmjow glared and grabbed him by the front of his shirt, pulling him close. "Fuck you."
Ichigo laughed again and pushed Grimmjow away. "Geez, old man. Calm down, you might give yourself a heart attack."
"I'll kill you if you don't shut up. There are plenty of alleys in this city for me to dump a body in ya know."
Ichigo giggled and stuck his hands in the pockets of his sweater. The movie had been good, just as he figured it would be. Just the right amount of action and comedy as far as he was concerned. It put him in a good mood and he was excited to be out in a new city. Admittedly it might have been a bit more fun to go out with Shinji to celebrate finishing his tests, but he could do that later in the week. Besides, Shinji liked to go out dancing and he had never tried that with anyone else. Didn't really think he could do it with only Grimmjow. But he still wasn't ready to go back to the hotel.
"So what now?" He asked, wondering if he would be able to talk Grimmjow into buying him a drink. Or two.
"You insult me and then ask for things?"
"Aw, c'mon. Let's pop in a bar and grab a drink."
Grimmjow grinned. "Sure, get you all liquored up and have my way with you when we get back. I like that idea."
Ichigo scowled. "Not like you weren't gonna do that already."
Grimmjow laughed and they made a quick pit stop at a bar on the way back to the hotel.
He hadn't realized just how well Ichigo could hold his liquor until he drank with him but he was pretty sure the kid could drink many men he knew under the table. As it was he still couldn't hold a candle to Grimmjow and he was left to practically carry the young man back to the hotel. Twice on the way back Ichigo had started giggling but been unable to tell him why. As soon as they entered the room Ichigo tripped while taking of his shoes, taking Grimmjow with him as his arm was still around his shoulders.
"Ow, shit." Ichigo giggled again, rolling over and looking at the ceiling. "I don't think I like whatever it was you made me drink."
Grimmjow grinned. "Which one?"
"The G Spot one." Ichigo giggled at the name.
"G Sling." Grimmjow corrected with a laugh.
"Whatever. I can taste the rum still. It's gross." He rolled over and sat up, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He hadn't been this drunk in a very long time.
"That's why I gave you the Pear Flower."
Ichigo groaned. "I ate too many of those edible flowers too. How many of those did I have?"
"Well, let's see. You had four beers first, then three G Slings and four Pear Flowers. So seven."
Ichigo groaned again.
"Go take a cold shower." Grimmjow suggested.
Ichigo peaked an eye open and looked over his shoulder at Grimmjow, a small smile playing at his lips. "You just want me naked and wet."
"And slightly less drunk." Grimmjow returned a grin and helped Ichigo stand.
"Tch." Ichigo pushed Grimmjow's hands away and stood up straight. "I'm not that drunk."
To prove his point he backed Grimmjow into the door they were still in front of and leaned forward, catching his bottom lip with his teeth and tugging a bit roughly. His hands moved over the chest before his and quickly found a pair of nipples, tweaking them a bit before he began to push Grimmjow's jacket off. Finally letting go of the lips he had bitten and then sucked into his mouth, his tongue snaked out and ran the circumference of Grimmjow's parted lips. Ichigo fingered the suspenders and giggled.
"You taste good."
Grimmjow groaned and grabbed the front of Ichigo's sweater. "Fuck." He breathed and sealed Ichigo's mouth with his own.
As their tongues danced Ichigo made short work of Grimmjow's clothing, his fingers surprisingly dexterous in his current state. Once the shirt was gone and the pants where barely hanging on he pulled away, his chocolate eyes looking up into sapphire ones.
"Hey Grimmjow. Let's take that shower now." Ichigo bit his lip and pulled away teasingly, unzipping his sweater as he did so.
Grimmjow licked his lips and let his pants fall to the floor. "Race ya, Ichigo."
How neither one of them fell on their mad dash to the bathroom was a miracle, but as soon as the water was turned on Grimmjow quickly undressed Ichigo and pushed him in the shower. As the hot spray hit him, Ichigo's eyes closed and his head fell back. He loved hot showers best. Grimmjow watched eagerly as Ichigo ran his hands over his body, spreading the water and the warmth as he did so. When he turned around to face the spray Grimmjow came up behind him and sank his teeth into his shoulder, his hands gliding over the wet taut muscles of Ichigo's abdomen and chest. Ichigo's hands joined his, his back arching and his head falling back to Grimmjow's shoulder. He continued to nibble his way up Ichigo's shoulder and neck, scraping his bottom teeth over his sensitive spot and moaning at the reaction he received. Ichigo laced the fingers of one hand with Grimmjow's and pressed back, his ass rubbing seductively against Grimmjow's quickly growing arousal and a soft moan issued from his lips. Grimmjow turned Ichigo around by his hip and kissed him, his tongue welcomed eagerly into his mouth and wet body pressing against his. When his cock poked Ichigo in the belly he pulled away from the kiss and grinned, biting his lip as he looked down.
"I think someone wants some attention." He said in a quiet voice before getting on his knees and gently grabbing hold of the proud member.
Grimmjow let his eyes roll back when Ichigo's tongue swirled around the head and slowly took him in. Unfortunately it was short lived and Ichigo pulled away, spitting out a large mouthful of water.
"We gotta turn around."
Not wasting any time they switched sides, Grimmjow's back now facing the spray and Ichigo free to return to what he had been doing before. As his lips and tongue worked their magic Grimmjow soon found himself with a bit of a dilemma. He wanted to come so bad, wanted Ichigo to taste him, but he also wanted to fuck him. He didn't think he had it in him to come three times that day so he reluctantly pulled Ichigo away and back up to his waiting lips.
"But I was having fun." Ichigo pouted before they kissed and Grimmjow groaned. Maybe he needed to get the kid drunk more often.
"It's not like we're stopping." Grimmjow muttered, reaching behind Ichigo to grab his ass.
Ichigo arched his back and smiled into the kiss. "Good."
Untangling their still twined fingers, he pressed two of them to Ichigo's lips. Ichigo opened his mouth and accepted them, his tongue curling and teasing the flesh like he would a cock. Grimmjow groaned and pushed them deeper inside. Ichigo reached up with both of his hands and grabbed Grimmjow's, pulling the two fingers almost all the way out of his mouth before sucking them back in and letting his tongue slide between the digits as he coated them with saliva. He opened his mouth and pulled the hand slowly away, pleased that the fingers were slick. Turning Ichigo to face the shower wall he pressed him into it, spreading his cheeks and pressing one slick finger to his opening. Ichigo pressed back and it slipped inside making him whimper and bite his lip. Grimmjow quickly added a second finger, scissoring them to stretch him.
"Please." Ichigo panted, turning his head to look back at Grimmjow. "Please." He pleaded again.
Grimmjow pulled his hand away and positioned himself at Ichigo's entrance, slowly pushing past the tight opening. Once inside he took a deep breath and grabbed Ichigo's leg, lifting it and hooking it over his arm, resting his palm against the shower wall for support. With Ichigo's arms flung wide, fingers clawing ineffectually at the tile, Grimmjow reached up and linked his fingers once more with one of Ichigo's hands. Ichigo gripped tightly as he pushed back, silently begging Grimmjow to move. As soon as he did Ichigo let out a loud groan and bit his lip. Grimmjow kept his pace slow, enjoying the sweet friction of Ichigo's tight heat. When Ichigo began to whimper and press back harder he picked up his pace, his hips rocking back and forth; in and out.
Without warning Ichigo came, his entire body tensing and a deep animalistic moan tearing from his throat. As his orgasm rippled through his body Grimmjow shuddered and buried himself as deep as he could, cumming with a low grunt and letting Ichigo's leg fall from his grasp. Ichigo slumped against he wall, his breath coming in short gasps and his eyes rolling into the back of his head.
"Shit." Grimmjow mumbled, seeing that if he didn't hurry and get Ichigo to the bed he was going to have to carry him.
Lifting him up and helping him out of the shower Grimmjow tossed a still wet Ichigo on the bed and went back to the bathroom for a towel and to turn off the water. When he returned Ichigo was snoring and Grimmjow couldn't help but smile to himself. He quickly dried the both of them off and pulled the covers up, cuddling Ichigo close and drifting off to a restful slumber.
A/N HI! How are ya? This was is out pretty quick, ne? I was in a good mood today and thought I'd bust out a fluffy smexy chapter for ya. Not a very long one, but still good I think. I had a weird dream last night and in it Grimmjow had a really stupid name. Frank. o.O The first words out of my mouth this morning were, "What the hell?" But it got me thinking. What do you think Grimmjow's name would be if he had a real Japanese name? Hope you enjoyed this and thank you thank you thank you for all the favs and reviews. ~hugs~ Penny