Chapter Thirty
He couldn't move. He had tried multiple times already and was just about to give up. If only it didn't hurt to have his arms underneath him, especially with his cast. After Nnoitra had unceremoniously dropped him on the floor after his orgasm he had just lain there, arms folded beneath him and breath still coming in gasps, trying to collect himself. That had been a bit more than he had expected. A lot more than he had expected actually, not that he had thought too much about it. Really. Nnoitra leaned back against the front of the couch and pulled the condom off, holding it up and wrinkling his nose.
"Fuck there's a lot in there. I need ta fuck more." He said, breaking the near silence with his rude comment.
Shinji rolled his eyes and finally found the strength to roll over, pushing himself up off the mattress and into a sitting position with a sigh.
"That's disgusting." He said, rubbing his shoulder and trying to fix his hair.
Nnoitra laughed and grinned up at him. "Who'da thought yer ass was so tight."
Shinji glared. "What exactly surprises ya about that? I ain't a slut and it's not like I get fucked and stretched every day." He was tired now, and hungry, and he would have been very happy if Nnoitra wasn't so much of a talker. He was easier to be around when he was quiet. Or sleeping.
"I'm just sayin' I wasn't expectin' that." He stood, careless of his nudity, and walked to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and clean himself up.
Shinji looked down at himself and sighed, the smell of sweat, cum and latex assaulting his nostrils. He hated condoms, if only for the smell that seemed to linger from them, but almost always used them. Only Yumi and Ikkaku got the pleasure of sex with him without the latex. At least not on their cocks anyway.
He was half way to standing when Nnoitra threw a towel at his head, momentarily blinding him and setting him off balance. He pulled it away and glared at him, straightening up completely and running the towel over himself almost as an after thought.
"Now I have to do laundry." He grumbled. He only owned two towels after all and the one that had been thrown at him was the clean one.
"Hey, we should go get some food. I'm fuckin' starvin'."
Shinji rolled his eyes and reached for his boxers. "What, are we supposed to be buddies now 'cause we fucked?" He snipped as he snapped the elastic in place over his hips.
"Ha! Oh yeah, we're datin' now didncha know? Yer my bitch just like the Strawberry is Grimm's bitch." He laughed and retreated back into the bathroom, Shinji frowning at his retreating back. He really hoped that was sarcasm.
Oddly enough thirty minutes later the both of them were sitting outside a small European style café enjoying the sun and sipping their drinks. Well, Shinji was sipping his drink. Nnoitra had already gulped down three cups of coffee, black, and was halfway through his fourth. Free refills on coffee apparently.
"I love free stuff." He said with a contented smile as he lounged in the wrought iron chair.
"Clearly." Shinji replied dryly.
What the hell was he even doing there with the idiot? So what if they had just been intimate, it wasn't like that had exactly been planned and it certainly hadn't meant anything. And weren't you supposed to go out before you fucked someone? He just hoped now that Nnoitra had gotten it out of his system that he would leave him alone about it. Maybe the whole going-out-for-tea-after-sex thing could be their way of absolving that part of the severely fucked up relationship between them. He cocked an eyebrow at the lounging man when he jerked forward and pulled a vibrating phone from his pants pocket, smirking at the screen before shoving it close to his ear.
"Yo! Where the fuck were ya?… Nah, nah. I fuckin' showed up on time. No fuckin' sign of you though…. Nah, shut the fuck up. Where are ya?… 'Cause I'm coming now, asshole. And ya c'n ferget six thou…. Nah fuck you!… Show up when yer s'possed to then. I go outta my way fer this shit and ya don't show…. Tch. Yeah we'll see." He hung up abruptly and pocketed the phone before noticing Shinji's look. "What?"
Shinji wasn't the only one looking at him, though he didn't seem to mind it all that much.
"Do ya not know how to keep yer voice low on tha phone when yer in public?" He asked, a look of curious incredulity on his face; both looks for the same reason.
Nnoitra shrugged and finished off his coffee before standing. "See ya, Blondie." He waved over his shoulder before disappearing around the corner.
Shinji frowned after him, his curiosity making him bite his lip. He wanted to know what the conversation on the phone was about. Just hearing half a conversation was never enough. Who had he talked to? Six thousand what? Meet him where? Where was he going now? Damn his mother for turning him into such a nosy gossip. He reached for his tea as a shy waitress approached and handed him the bill, a blush on her cheeks and a bashful smile on her lips. Barkin' up the wrong tree, little girl. Shinji said to himself as she walked away before he realized something. Nnoitra had left before paying his half of the bill.
"Der Drecksack." He muttered as he picked up the slip and saw the price.
His eyes widened when he realized that free refills were only on the weekends. The café didn't count Fridays as weekends. He didn't have to reach in his wallet to know he didn't have that much money on him. He slammed the bill back on the table and shook his head in anger. He called the waitress over after he had calmed himself and asked to use the bathroom. Leaving his half of the bill on the table, he slipped out of the back of the café, running down the alley with visions of bloody, gory, painful murder dancing in his head.
Nnoitra walked into the dark and dingy room and sat on a bowed out couch as the man he had been waiting to see smiled up at him.
"Ah, you caught me napping again." The man rubbed his goatee and pushed himself up as best he could against the back of the couch.
"Yer always nappin'." Nnoitra pointed out. "Ya got what I need, right?"
The man on the couch ran a hand through his wavy brown hair and nodded. "Yeah, I've got it. But you know he won't take anything less than what it's worth."
Nnoitra smiled and propped his elbows on his knees, causing him to lean forward menacingly. He knew all about the person this item had been attained from. "Then I guess yer percentage goes down then, ne?"
The man on the couch yawned. "Are you trying to threaten me?" He asked in a bored tone as he reached behind the couch for what Nnoitra was waiting for.
"Nah. I'm in a good mood taday. And yer no fun ta fight with anyway."
"What's got you in a good mood, Nnoi-san?"
Nnoitra grimaced at the hated name and sat back. "Fucked a cute blond a little bit ago."
The man raised his eyebrows as he turned back around and set a box on the coffee table. "I wasn't interrupting was I?"
Nnoitra laughed and put his hands behind his head. "Nah, we were already finished by then."
He leaned forward again and reached for the box, setting a small pile of yen on the table next to it and sliding it over to his side. Without looking he slipped it into a small nap sack he had been carrying and stood up.
"Nice doin' business with ya, Starrk."
The man nodded and laid back down, dropping a lazy arm over his eyes. "Yeah. Make sure the door's shut please."
Nnoitra hefted the nap sack over his shoulder and left the small room, grateful to be in a larger space. Small rooms made him a little claustrophobic and Starrk's place always had a rather stifling, distinctive smell to it. He pulled out his phone and dialed Grimmjow, not at all surprised when it went straight to voicemail. He left a quick message before taking off in the direction of Shinji's apartment. It was getting late and he needed a place to crash anyway. Of course, the possibility of getting a little more action made it a bit easier to walk that way. With a grin and a poorly whistled tune he walked slowly to his destination.
"Hey. Where can I put my empty bags?" Ichigo called out from the bedroom the next morning after putting the rest of his things away. As soon as they had got to moving around Grimmjow insisted Ichigo find places for all his 'shit'.
Grimmjow frowned at his laptop and set his coffee on the try Ichigo had set near him for breakfast. He had been a little upset when Grimmjow had hurt himself that morning and had insisted that he relax on the couch while he worked.
"In the closet, I guess." He muttered, hoping that Ichigo heard him. Something on his computer screen wasn't making sense and he was getting increasingly frustrated.
Ichigo nodded and walked back into the bathroom where one of his bags lay and sighed. Taking a deep breath, he looked at himself steadily in the mirror. That morning so much had been said without words and he was still feeling the after effects of it.
They had woken up fairly early to the sounds of Leiko scratching at the door and meowing pitifully. He had been clingy with Grimmjow the night before while he sat with Ichigo on the couch and it was slightly surprising he had waited this long to interrupt their sleep. Grimmjow growled and rubbed his face on the pillow, not bothering to open his eyes.
"Go open the fuckin' door." He ground out, his voice gravely with sleep.
Ichigo shook his head and rolled over, burying his face in the same pillow Grimmjow was laying on.
"Yer cat." He mumbled, blinking in and out of consciousness.
Grimmjow grinned at the ceiling. "But I'm all hurt." He whined, trying to hold back the small chuckle that wanted to come with the words.
Ichigo moaned and pushed out of the bed, stumbling to the door and almost tripping over the eager kitten as it dashed to the bed and clawed its way up the side. Ichigo scowled and plopped back into bed, pulling the covers up to his chin and cuddling back into Grimmjow's side. He listened to Grimmjow's even breathing mingled with Leiko's heavy, loud purring for some time, oddly relaxed by the two sounds mingling. He was beginning to drift off once more when his eyes popped open and he remembered what he had said the night before.
A deep blush heated his cheeks and he again buried his face in the pillow. He hadn't really expected to say that yet and now that it was out there it wasn't like he could take it back. Not that he wanted too, but everything seemed to be going very fast. Then again, if he really thought about it their entire relationship had gone by fast. Even the breakup hadn't lasted that long. He frowned in the pillow. That wouldn't be how the whole relationship went… would it?
Grimmjow shifted his weight, hiding the small grimace of pain as he did so, and turned towards Ichigo. Dropping Leiko further down on the bed, Grimmjow reached up and threaded his fingers in the back of Ichigo's hair, messaging the scalp a little as he did so. Ichigo groaned and sighed at the feel of it. After a bit of that, when Ichigo was sure his eyes would open properly, he peeked out from his hiding spot in the pillow and looked straight into Grimmjow's intense gaze. He gulped and willed himself not to look away, wished that he wasn't blushing like crazy, and watched Grimmjow's eyes shift between his.
Grimmjow licked his lips lazily as he stared deeply into those chocolate eyes before leaning forward and kissing his forehead. Ichigo sighed and closed his eyes. Grimmjow began to spread small light kisses over his face, working his way down from the forehead until he reached his chin, nipping lightly. His lips hovered for a moment over Ichigo's before he pressed them against his lightly. He repeated the gesture a few more times before pulling back to once more look into Ichigo's eyes.
"Shower?" He asked, his voice still a little rough.
Ichigo gave a small smile and nodded sleepily, blushing a little when Grimmjow stood up out of bed to reveal that some time in the night he had removed his pants. Ichigo followed him to the shower, still slightly nervous about Grimmjow's reaction this morning to the things he had said the night before. So far he hadn't said anything, but that certainly didn't mean anything. They had just woken up after all.
Once in the shower they washed each other, the silence between them a comfortable one. Grimmjow was enjoying just being with Ichigo again, being naked was a plus but not everything at the moment. Ichigo was trying not to get too turned on as his slick fingers brushed against hard muscles. Easier said than done, especially when Grimmjow's renewed interest in his tattoo led to him messaging it along with the bone with his thumb as he nipped his shoulder. As teeth and fingers assaulted his senses Ichigo found his hands twined in Grimmjow's hair, pulling him up for a kiss that quickly turned heated.
Barely taking the time to rinse the soap off their bodies, they stumbled back to the bedroom and fell as one to the bed. It was slow, both of them taking time and care to caress and explore as much of the body pressed up against them as they could. To savor unique scents and flavors that they hadn't realized they had even missed during their time apart. As Grimmjow slipped slowly inside him, Ichigo found his eyes locked on the ones above him, the intensity of the color and gaze making him shiver. Grimmjow drank in the sight beneath him, Ichigo writhing, panting, and looking longingly, lovingly, up at him as he moved. They came simultaneously, neither orgasm triggering the other but flowing brightly from both of them.
They were left panting and speechless until there was a crash from the living room and Grimmjow lowered his head to the bed. He pulled back enough to look once more in Ichigo's eyes, kissing him soundly as he slipped out of him and stood up only to wince and grab his side. That was when Ichigo had ordered him to sit and relax and he was in turn ordered to find a home for his things.
Ichigo sighed and walked back into the bedroom, opening the closet doors and peering inside. He hadn't bothered to go in there yet, a little afraid as to what he would find. His imagination hadn't even done the small room justice. Designer suits lined one side while a wide variety of slacks, jeans, dress shirts and t-shirts lined the other. On the far side was row after row of new looking shoes ranging from formal to sneakers. He shook his head a little and chuckled. This room would be heaven for Shinji. When he finally found a clear spot on a shelf above the left half of the shoe wall he had to reach up over his head blindly as he tired to shove both large duffle bags up there. As soon as he was sure he had moved it as far back from the edge as he could, he looked up in time to see a small box coming straight at him. With a dull thud it landed on his head and spilled it's contents all over the floor.
"Fuck." Ichigo grumbled, rubbing the back of his head and looking down at the mess he had made.
Pictures, hundreds of them, scattered across the floor in disarray. As he bent to clean up he couldn't help but look at what was printed on the small glossy sheets of paper. One was of a brown haired man who looked to be napping with a small girl curled up by his side. Another was of a much younger Nnoitra covered in bruises and smiling like a mad man. Yet another was of three young men, Nnoitra, tall and lanky, with a smaller young man holding tight to his arm and resting his smiling pink head on it. Standing next to them was a young Grimmjow, maybe Ichigo's age now if that, smiling hugely and flipping off the camera man. Ichigo smirked at the image and shook his head. Another few pictures and he was suddenly looking at a profile of a younger Grimmjow, his face glided by the setting sun, a small smile playing on his lips and his eyes closed.
"What the hell are you doing?"
Ichigo jumped and looked up guiltily at Grimmjow's frown.
"Uh… sorry. It kinda just dropped…."
"Those used to be organized, ya know."
Ichigo rubbed the back of his head. "Yeah, sorry." He looked down at the picture in his hand before turning back up to Grimmjow with a curious look. "How old where you here?" He asked, turning to picture to show it to Grimmjow.
Grimmjow sighed and took the picture from Ichigo's hand, giving it a once over before dropping it to the floor with the others.
"I think I was seventeen. Maybe eighteen. We went to the beach for the day." He grinned at Ichigo, glad to have a bit of a distraction now. Whatever was going on with the spreadsheets for the last quarter could wait until he didn't have a headache anymore. "Pick'em up and bring 'em to the living room. You can help me sort them all again since yer the one who messed them up."
A few minutes later there was a small pile of photographs on the coffee table with distinct separate and smaller piles starting to form.
"There sure are a lot of you and Nnoitra." Ichigo commented. There were dates scrawled on the back and that helped in the organization process.
"Tch, we've been together since I was about ten. A bit before my parents kicked me out."
Ichigo's eyes widened and Grimmjow realized he had never told Ichigo about that time in his life. Or about very much of his life at all.
"Your parents kicked you out at ten years old?"
"Yeah, it's kinda a long story. Basically they were sick of my 'violent attitude' and then after I put that kid in the hospital for teasing me they had had enough." He shrugged and reached for more pictures.
"So I went to go live with Nnoitra and his parents." He stopped then, barely suppressing a shiver that ran through him at the memories that came from living in that house. Definitely wouldn't be telling Ichigo about anything that had happened there. "So I guess we've known each other for almost twenty years."
Grimmjow frowned and leaned back on the couch. Just the thought of knowing someone that long made him feel old. He didn't feel his age most of the time so when it was shoved in his face he got a little grumpy.
"Wow. You two have been friends longer than I've been alive."
Grimmjow placed one hand on the side of Ichigo's face and pushed him off the couch. Ichigo sat up and glared at him indignantly.
"What the hell?!"
"Shut up, you just called me old."
"I did not, I just pointed out…." His eye caught another close up picture of Grimmjow that took all his attention away from the tiff they had been having.
This time Grimmjow was looking straight at the camera, his grin wide and his eyes shining. But it wasn't the smile that had caught Ichigo's attention. It was what looked like wide blue marks underneath Grimmjow's eyes. He frowned and moved it closer to get a better look. No way it was a trick of the light, Grimmjow actually had some kind of face painting done. With a smirk he looked back at the man on the couch.
"So when did you start wearin' make up?"
Grimmjow leaned forward and snatched the picture out of Ichigo's hands, flipping it over to see what he was talking about. He frowned at it before he answered.
"It's not make up idiot."
"Oh really? Kinda looks like ya put on a little too much eyeshadow to me."
"Fuck you. It's war paint asshole." Grimmjow snapped, glaring at Ichigo.
"War paint? Who the hell wears war paint anymore?" He grinned. "Well I guess it must have been in style back in your day, huh?"
"You little…."
Grimmjow lunged for Ichigo who easily dodged him. After a short struggle, knocking over several of the sorted piles of photographs, Grimmjow managed to pin Ichigo so that he could glare down at him. Ichigo laughed, his smile wide and warm and it didn't take much time for Grimmjow's glare to fade. Settling with smacking him on the forehead, he let Ichigo sit up again.
"Actually, what I really want to know is who this is." Ichigo said, grabbing at a similar picture to the one he had seen first.
This one contained the three young men he had first seen, Nnoitra, Grimmjow and the smaller pink haired young man. Grimmjow had a cigarette clenched between his teeth and was holding his stomach like he was laughing at Nnoitra and the other. Nnoitra was bent over and the pink haired young man was on his back with his head thrown back in laughter. Nnoitra didn't look to be too pleased about anything though, if the sneer on his face was any indication.
Grimmjow took a closer look at the picture and smirked. "That's Szayel. He's… well I guess he's a friend. I at least wouldn't want that crazy fuck as an enemy." He pulled the picture from Ichigo's hand and leaned back against the couch. "Shit, I haven't seen him since before Nnoi went to prison."
"He's been to prison?" Ichigo asked, leaning his head on Grimmjow's shoulder and reaching for another stack on the table.
"Yeah. Idiot got caught during a B and E. Don't ask. That's an even longer story and I really don't wanna get into it."
"So he's a thief and you let him stay here?" Ichigo asked incredulously.
Grimmjow sighed. "I said don't ask." When Ichigo pouted down at the pictures Grimmjow rolled his eyes and took a deep breath. "He was taking back his own stuff from Szayel's house and got caught. Szayel pressed charges because he's an asshole like that and Nnoitra got two years."
"Oh." Sounded like a bunch of drama to Ichigo and he understood why Grimmjow hadn't wanted to bring it up.
Ichigo leaned forward to drop what he had in his hand on the table and reached for some more. Now that he was seeing a piece, or pieces rather, of Grimmjow's life he was more curious than ever about him. He had found out almost right away that the person who had taken most of the photographs was Shawlong, who used to be Szayel's family bodyguard before he started working for Grimmjow. All the others were taken by Grimmjow himself or Szayel. But seeing all this in front of him just wasn't enough. His head was bursting with questions and he wasn't anywhere near sure where or how to start asking them. So instead of saying anything the two of them went back to sorting and Ichigo made do for the time being with hearing little stories here and there about random pictures.
Shinji lay on his stomach in the middle of his futon and fumed silently to himself. Why, why had he let that asshole back in his house again. Was he really that stupid? Apparently so given his current state.
It was just after dark when there was a knock at his door and without thinking he answered it before checking to see who it was. Nnoitra didn't wait for an invitation but walked right in and made himself at home.
"Get out of my house!" Shinji yelled, feeling very much like a broken record.
"I told ya I got kicked out fer the night. I ain't got anywhere else ta stay." Nnoitra said in a bored tone. "Gimmie a pillow so I can go ta sleep."
"Ya left me to pay that bill today! I had to ditch out on it 'cause I didn't have enough yen." When Nnoitra laughed Shinji glared. "God! Ya… ya just… baka!"
Nnoitra grinned up at him. "Speechless I see. Yeah, I do that sometimes."
"Oh shut up."
They continued to bicker for some time, though Shinji was able to fix himself some food and eat it while Nnoitra complained that he was hungry. He didn't care if the man was hungry. He could starve. Things had started to settle down a bit after Shinji had decided to ignore him, Nnoitra quickly losing interest in a one sided argument. He was getting an extra blanket, why he didn't know, for Nnoitra when he was pinned to the futon by strong, lean arms.
"Hey, wanna do it again?"
"No, get off me." His mouth said even as his body quickened at the thought.
"Yeah ya do." Nnoitra said, lowering his head and licking Shinji's neck.
"I-I… I said no. This is considered rape ya know!"
"It ain't rape unless ya fight it stupid."
"I am fighting it asshole!"
Nnoitra sighed and reached down, easily slipping his hand into the front of Shinji's pants and cupping his half hard cock. Shinji went still and stared wide eyed up at Nnoitra. He grinned and squeezed his hand a bit, almost laughing when the cock twitched.
"No ya aren't. Ya want it just as bad as I do."
"Wha… no… uhn…." Shinji's eyes rolled closed as Nnoitra sucked on his Adams' apple.
As he lay now, the bright afternoon sun warming his skin, he regretting ever letting Nnoitra find out where he lived. His ass hurt so bad he could barely move, his lower back so stiff and sore that just thinking about moving had him groaning. Five times. Five more fucking times Nnoitra and fucked him, each round lasting just a bit longer than the one before. He was insatiable and all thoughts of getting him out of his life were quickly squashed. Not only had Nnoitra clearly expressed, both verbally and physically, how much he enjoyed fucking Shinji, Shinji had found himself so satisfied afterwards that there was no way to complain. It wasn't until the last round that morning that he found enough voice in him to beg Nnoitra to stop.
"Good fuckin' lord, again?!" Shinji said when that long tongue flicked his sore nipple.
"Heh, what can I say. 'M horny."
"Please, no more. I can't take any more today." Shinji pleaded as his body betrayed him and his cock grew hard once again.
After they both had passed out momentarily with the last orgasm Nnoitra got up and dressed, leaving without saying a word. Shinji shifted again and grit his teeth.
"Nie wieder." He muttered before sighing and turning his head to the side. It seemed the more he was around Nnoitra, the more he spoke his mother's language. But he swore right then and there that he was done with that man. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, willing the pain to go away so he could get some of the much needed sleep he had missed out on the night before.
A/N YAY! I'm back! Sorry about the wait my beautiful Duckies :D My muse wandered away for a few days but he's back now, little bitch, so I was able to finish this today. So, Der Drecksack is German for 'dirty bastard' and Nie wieder means 'never again'. I hope you liked this chapter. I have lots more ideas for upcoming chapters so hopefully I won't be makin' ya guys wait too long.
Oh yeah, I almost forgot again. For those of you who have seen Storms work on deviantART you might have recognized and ending of the sex scene with Grimm and Ichi in the last chapter. That was inspired by a picture she drew that is absolutely gorgeous and everyone should go check it out. The link is located on my profile page so please, go take a look and while yer there, look at her newest works. Awesome, just freakin' awesome :D:D
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~Penny