Chapter Forty
Grimmjow couldn't believe what he was seeing when he finished up his routine in the bathroom. Brushing his teeth and washing his face was a near nightly routine that was only thrown off when he and Ichigo passed out before he could do it. But now, as he exited the room and looked over at his bed he almost burst out laughing. Ichigo was laying face first in a pillow, naked with his ass exposed to the air, snoring. Loudly. Even though he was a bit disappointed that they weren't going to fool around any more that night, he was amused enough to let it slide. They had after all been intimate more than a couple times that day already. With a shake of his head he slid into his side of the bed and pulled the covers up over both of them, poking Ichigo in the side until he grunted and rolled over, taking a deep breath when he was finally able to breathe properly.
When he heard a moan that was unmistakably Nnoitra's coming from the kitchen followed almost immediately by a thud and two loud curses he almost laughed again. It was so quiet in the house he could hear the two make their way to Nnoitra's bedroom and the door slam shut behind them. With a sigh he hoped that was the last he would hear of them that night.
How very wrong he was.
Shinji groaned and curled his knees closer to his stomach. It was hot and he was dizzy and his actions didn't do anything to alleviate it at all. He squinted his eyes open and frowned at the room he as in, not recognizing anything and not yet remembering how he could have gotten there, or where "there" was in the first place . He groaned again and tried to roll over, the action making his head spin more and his stomach roll.
"Fuck, ya make a lotta noise."
Shinji's eyes snapped open fully and he rolled over, quickly regretting his decision for at least two reasons. One, the entire night came flooding back to him at the site of the man in bed next to him and two because he very suddenly needed to throw up. His hand flew up to his mouth and he rolled back over to the side of the bed.
"Hey, don't fuckin' puke in here!"
"Bathroom." Was all Shinji managed as he tried desperately to get out of bed and hold the contents of his stomach in at the same time.
Nnoitra pointed lazily at the bedroom door. "Right across from here."
Shinji darted out, banging into the door frame on his way and stumbling into the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before the dam broke. Nnoitra grinned and laid back down in the bed, half amused, half sickened by the sounds Shinji was making. Poor kid, he thought, not really feeling one bit sorry for him. Idiot should learn to hold his liquor better. He wondered when he'd realize he was still naked.
Shinji on the other hand was almost wishing that he would puke up his insides so he would stop throwing up, figuring that if there was nothing left in there it would end the horrible feeling. Sitting on the floor in the guest bathroom, naked he realized belatedly, emptying the contents of his stomach after a night of hard drunk sloppy sex with a man he wasn't supposed to like in the home of a man he only grudgingly didn't hate had not been how he pictured his Monday morning. When the flow stopped but the heaving continued he grabbed the sides of his head and rested it on the edge of the toilet, not caring at the moment how unsanitary that was.
Nnoitra pushed himself out of bed, only feeling slightly unsteady and nauseous, and walked to the bathroom. He shut the door and turned on the shower, ignoring Shinji and the glare he threw at him completely before stepping under the hot spray of water. It felt so refreshing to get clean again, one of his many secret joys in life, that he groaned, pulling off his eye patch so that he could get every inch of himself cleaned. Shinji watched through slitted eyes, not being able to get up enough energy to be turned on at the sight but more than a little intrigued by the unconscious show Nnoitra was putting on.
It was rare for him to watch anyone shower for the sake of getting clean and he eagerly took the sight in, watching Nnoitra's long fingers massage shampoo into his hair and then rinse, adding too much conditioner before soaping up and scrubbing his entire body. It didn't take as long as he would have thought it would, him being so large and all, but soon Nnoitra was finished and the shower was off. He watched him wring out his hair before reaching for a towel to dry himself off with.
"Should pr'olly do that too." Nnoitra said with a smirk, careful not to show the left side of his face.
Shinji grunted but didn't move. It was probably safer for him that way. Nnoitra laughed making him wince and close his eyes.
"Ya look pathetic."
"Fuck you."
Nnoitra laughed loudly making Shinji cringe at the noise level. It was just too amusing watching the naked blond clutching the toilet as if it were a lifeline but he wanted to get dressed and get on with his day. He had things he needed to do after all.
"Get up I gotta take a shit."
Shinji groaned again and tried to move. "Aren't ya s'possed ta do that before ya shower?"
"Who cares?"
"Whatever." He pushed himself shakily off the floor and took a deep breath before eyeing the shower longingly. Nnoitra rolled his eyes and turned the water back on, shoving Shinji inside before turning to leave the bathroom.
"Don't say I ain't never been nice to ya!" He called over his shoulder before shutting the door.
Ichigo hadn't faired much better with his morning but he had managed to keep everything inside him. Grimmjow didn't bother waking him, knowing that he wasn't going to make it to school that day and if he tried he'd end up being miserable and sleep most of it away anyway. After a shower and a bit more time in front of the mirror than usual he walked back into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Ichigo."
"Mmm."
"Get some rest and come by my office when ya wake up, okay?"
Ichigo nodded, groaning at the action and Grimmjow chuckled quietly before leaning down to kiss the side of his head.
"You owe me." He whispered.
Ichigo gave him a lopsided grin but kept his eyes closed. "Sorry."
Grimmjow stood and grabbed the hideous pink tie, glaring at it but not about to let anyone say he didn't follow through with his dare. He may have been pushing thirty but he still had his abundance of pride.
"Like I said, ya owe me."
"Mmhmm."
"I'll see ya."
Ichigo smiled and managed to open his eyes a bit. "Bye."
Grimmjow smiled back, a big grin that bordered between feral and love sick before he left the room and Ichigo to sleep.
The room seemed hazy, like a thin fog was curling through the air with no where to go, but the figures there were as clear as day. Szayel was at Grimmjow's desk, typing away on his computer, muttering softly to himself as Grimmjow practically prowled behind him, stopping every so often to peek over Szayel's shoulder.
"Are you finished yet?" He asked gruffly.
Szayel stopped what he was doing and turned around in the chair to smirk up at Grimmjow.
"Impatient are we?"
"Ichigo will be here soon." Grimmjow said in a rush of words as he leaned over and placed his hands on either arm of the chair, caging Szayel in.
"Ah yes. We can't have him seeing me here all the time. He might actually suspect something is up."
Grimmjow grinned and reached up, snatching Szayel's chin between his thumb and forefinger and drawing him close.
"No, we can't have him thinking that at all."
As soon as the words were out of his mouth he crushed his lips over the full pair in front of him in a savage kiss, Szayel wrapping his arms around Grimmjow's neck and lifting himself off the chair a bit as his back arched. The room turned red and pulsed before everything went black.
"No!" Ichigo screamed as he sat up in bed, panting and feeling more than a little sick. What the fuck kind of dream was that?!
He scrubbed his hands over his face as the body shaking anger slowly ebbed. Every cell in him wanted to race over to Grimmjow's office to make sure that his dream wasn't a reality. Grimmjow wouldn't do that… would he? Ichigo shook his head. No way. Even if Grimmjow hadn't told him he loved him back he still felt that at least some level of it was there. Right? He groaned and hung his head. Quit being stupid, Ichigo. He may not have said it but you can feel it in his gaze and in his touch.
There was a light tapping at the bedroom door and Ichigo jumped, looking stupidly at it.
"Ichi?"
"Shinji?" A sudden vision of Nnoitra bending Shinji over the kitchen table assaulted his vision and he blushed brightly.
"Yeah. Can I come in?"
Ichigo nodded before remembering that he couldn't be seen and cleared his throat.
"Uh, sure."
Shinji opened the door carefully, looking around the darkness before finally settling on the figure on the bed. The room was huge and the bed bigger than he thought was possible. Had Grimmjow had it specially made? Surely they didn't make beds that size every day. As he made his way to the side of the bed to sit next to Ichigo, Ichigo swung his legs over the side and ran a hand through his hair. Shinji looked down and saw that Ichigo was quite nude and let a sly grin cross his face.
"Dude, cover yer shame."
Ichigo looked down and blushed again, pulling the blankets over his lap. They say awkwardly for a moment, Shinji and Ichigo both thinking of practically the same thing. Shinji sighed.
"Ya know dontcha?" He asked quietly, keeping the question ambivalent. He wasn't sure what or how much Ichigo knew and he wasn't going to let on about anything that he didn't need to.
Ichigo nodded and took a deep breath but didn't say anything.
"Look, I…."
"Was that just because of the booze?" He asked, not looking Shinji in the eye. He was confused about the whole thing and still a bit frazzled by the dream he had just had.
Shinji took a short moment, deciding what he should say to that. He hated lying to Ichigo but last night had at least a little to do with the alcohol so he went with it.
"Yeah."
Ichigo nodded again, deciding to let it go for now. "You feel as shitty today as I do?"
Shinji snorted, dropping his head. He was feeling better after the shower Nnoitra had forced him to take and had been surprised to find a bottle of aspirin sitting on the bathroom counter when he had finally finished. The water heater in this place must have been huge, he thought as he downed three pills and a full glass of water.
"Ah, I gotta get up and go meet Grimmjow at his office. Do you need a ride home or anything?"
Shinji shook his head. "Nah. I think a walk would be good for me." He stood, fixing his hair a bit and looked down at his friend before smacking him in the back of the head. "Quit missin' school, baka."
Ichigo rubbed his head and smiled sheepishly. "It's your fault."
"Yeah, yeah. Blame it all on me. I see how it is."
"Shut up."
Shinji chuckled and made his way to the door, waving over his shoulder as he left. Ichigo pushed the rest of the way out of bed and walked to the bathroom to get ready to leave.
"Your computer is a piece or crap, you know that Grimm? Why don't you get one that wasn't made in the stone age?" Szayel asked as his fingers flew over the keys of Grimmjow's laptop.
"Shut up, it works just fine for me."
"That because you don't know any better. I could arrange for…."
"No thanks."
Grimmjow sighed and looked out the window before checking his watch for the fifth time in less than an hour. He knew Ichigo was hung over but he hadn't expected him to sleep this long. I was after noon already.
"Grimm!"
"What?"
"You're not listening to me. I said that you need to come look at this." Szayel pointed to the screen, a spreadsheet pulled up and a series of numbers played out before the both of them.
Grimmjow leaned over the back of the chair to see, frowning. A part of him, the rebel of his youth, wished none of those numbers made sense. But they did and what he saw was even more startling than the last time they had gone over things.
"There's more missing."
"A lot more. Someone doesn't like you very much, Grimm."
"Tch, a lot of people don't like me but they never attacked this way before."
Szayel sighed and stood, stretching his back muscles and walking to the window.
"You told Nnoi what to look for, yes?"
Grimmjow nodded as he scrolled down the page. "Yeah. I talked to him before you got here today."
"And you told him to be subtle?" Szayel looked back over his shoulder at his friend. "That this needs to be handles delicately?"
"Yes, I told him. Quit freakin' out. I have more at stake here than you do." Aizen was already again breathing down his neck, a phone call that morning had proved that he was far from letting the issue go. Not that Grimmjow blamed him but that added pressure was starting to get to him.
"Did he really sick his son on you?" Szayel asked, an amused tinge to his voice.
Grimmjow grunted, glancing fleetingly at the door. Ulquiorra had been early to work that morning and had been doing a great job as his secretary, but he knew the real reason he was there. He was keeping an eye on him and would most likely be reporting right back to daddy.
"You don't actually believe that's his son do you?" Szayel asked quietly.
Grimmjow snorted. "Are you kidding me? Boy toy more like it. But he obviously trusts him enough to have him watch me so I'm not saying a goddamned word on it. I'm in enough shit because of all this as it is."
Szayel was silent a moment as he looked out the window, thinking, before he sucked in a breath.
"Ah! Grimm take a look at this."
Grimmjow stepped back away from the computer and returned to the window where Szayel was standing. Szayel pointed down to the street level at a man leaning against a tree, smoking a cigarette. He had long black hair and was wearing a knit cap and unassuming clothing. Grimmjow frowned as he leaned closer over Szayel's shoulder. The man lifted the cigarette and took a drag, for the first time Grimmjow was able to see bandages around his throat.
"Didn't you say Nnoi had played with one of those boys that had gotten your boy in trouble?"
Grimmjow grinned. "Yeah, but he had red hair. Like red red hair."
"There is a thing called hair dye, Grimm." Szayel pointed out. "I think you have a stalker on your hands."
"That idiot wouldn't know how to stalk if someone taught him too. I mean you shouldn't be seen by the person yer stalkin'."
Szayel laughed as the two of them continued to watch the young man shift his weight and crush the cigarette out on his shoe.
That's how Ichigo found them, Szayel and Grimmjow basically pressed against the window with silly grins on their faces, Grimmjow's arms braced against the window frame and too close to Szayel for Ichigo's taste. After the dream that morning it made his mood even worse. He cleared his throat and watched as two set of eyes turned to him, one going wide with surprise and the other accompanied by a wide grin.
"'Bout fuckin' time." Grimmjow said as he pushed away from the window to greet Ichigo.
He blushed as Grimmjow kissed him chastely with Szayel watching but didn't move form his spot by the door.
"Am I interrupting anything?"
"Nope. Szayel was just leaving."
"But…." Szayel said with a frown. He still had things to do.
"Bye!"
With a huff, Szayel grabbed his bag of paperwork that had accumulated that day and shook his head.
"This will make you fall behind Grimmjow. Don't make a habit of it if you really wish this to be resolved." He said reprovingly.
"Whatever." Grimmjow said, practically chasing Szayel out.
"If you have work…." Ichigo started.
"Shut up." Grimmjow said once the door was shut before he thought to something. He opened the door once more and stepped out with Ichigo frowning after him.
He stopped in front of his secretary's desk. "Be sure to hold my calls, Ulquiorra. I'm in a meeting."
A large set of eyes looked up at him with little emotion and he nodded, scribbling something down on a pad of paper before returning his attention to his computer. Grimmjow cocked an eyebrow at the young man and wondered what the hell his boss saw in him before shaking himself mentally and returning to his office. He had better things to think about right then than some other man's fucked up sex life.
Ichigo was basically standing in the same spot as he had left him, looking around the office and realizing that it was his first time being there. It looked like something out of a movie; three full bookshelves, large mahogany desk with a huge leather chair sitting behind it. There was a rug in the middle of the floor, the only bit of color in the room as it was at least fourteen shades of blue. At least he would never have to ask Grimmjow what his favorite color was.
"Relax. It's just an office." Grimmjow said, coming up behind him and placing his hands on his shoulders.
"It's the first time I've been in here."
"Really?" Grimmjow stopped rubbing to think. He could have sworn Ichigo had been there once before. "Oh well. Relax anyway."
Ichigo smiled and leaned back into him. "Is it cool for me to be here right now? Don't you have work to do?"
"Yeah, but I haven't had a lunch break yet so I'm taking it now with you."
"Oh." Ichigo's eyes rolled closed when Grimmjow found a hard knot between his shoulders.
Grimmjow leaned forward until his lips were right next to his ear and he dropped his voice seductively. "Besides, you owe me, remember?"
Ichigo froze and his eyes popped open. "Here?!"
Grimmjow laughed. "Were else? Kinda kinky, fuckin' in an office, ne?"
"We can't…."
Grimmjow turned Ichigo, shutting off his last words with his mouth. Ichigo predictably sagged into him and opened his mouth, flicking out his tongue to meet Grimmjow's. Grimmjow grinned into the kiss and steered them over to his desk, thinking at first it would be more than great to bend his boyfriend over the side of his desk and fuck him as hard as he could. Half way there he got a better idea, one that actually made him chuckle and Ichigo pulled away to look up at him in confusion.
"Hey, I wanna show ya somethin'." Grimmjow said before Ichigo could speak grabbing him by the upper arm and dragging him over to the window.
Ichigo frowned, not really understanding what he was looking at or why they had suddenly stopped kissing to look out the window. Grimmjow settled behind him, much as he had been with Szayel only much closer, and set his chin on Ichigo's shoulder.
"Nice view ain't it?" He said, his voice still low.
It was a nice view, a small park littered with trees and a small pond in the center. It would have been a great place to go relax in the middle of a work day, Ichigo thought. As he watched birds swooping over the tops of the trees and people walking past Grimmjow began to kiss his neck, one hand traveling over the front of his chest and down to the front of his pants.
"What…?"
"Shhh." Grimmjow commanded, quickly unbuttoning and unzipping those pants and letting them fall to the floor with a soft plop. "Brace yerself against the frame, Ichigo."
"Not in front of the window!" Ichigo tried to push back but Grimmjow would not relent, his teeth sinking in and his hips pressing him flush against the window.
"Someone will see." Ichigo whined as Grimmjow groped his ass, slipping a finger between his cheeks teasingly.
"The windows are tinted and we're twenty stories up. No one will see shit." He pressed his finger to Ichigo's entrance and smirked when the young man squirmed and shuddered. "Just keep it down or everyone will hear you."
As he pulled Ichigo's hips back a bit, loving the way his arms were stretched out in front of him on the window and his legs spread almost begging for him, he reached in his pocket and pulled out the small bottle of lubricant he had snagged from the house that morning. He hadn't planned this at all…. Dropping his own pants to the floor so they would remain clean, he quickly slicked himself up and pressed inside Ichigo.
"Ah, shit. Relax a bit."
"H-how can I? Oh fuck…."
Grimmjow wrapped his free hand around Ichigo's length and began to stroke it, slow but tight strokes in the palm of his hand as he began to move behind him. Ichigo grit his teeth and closed his eyes, trying not to cry out at the feelings Grimmjow was evoking. It felt so good having him inside him, his hand on his own cock, but the nervousness he should have felt at being overheard, or worse seen by any of the number of people below them, was making everything more… intense. Maybe he was a bit of an exhibitionist and he just hadn't realized it yet. Grimmjow bit down on his exposed neck as he moved, his pace quickening making Ichigo have to hold tighter to the window frame so that he wouldn't be pushed through it.
"Fuck Ichi…."
"I- ah shit. I thought you said be quiet."
"Smart ass." He struck Ichigo's prostate as he said it, pleased that Ichigo quickly stifled his loud groan.
He couldn't hold out as long as he would have liked, but still made sure that Ichigo came first before he buried himself as deep as he could go and came, biting Ichigo once more to hold back his own cries. Ichigo looked down and groaned once he had his breath back and Grimmjow chuckled.
"The cleaning people will get it."
"Grimmjow, you made me cum on the window." Ichigo whispered heatedly.
Grimmjow just grinned and stepped back, reaching for the box of tissues on his desk so that they could clean up a bit before they dressed. Ichigo was blushing when he turned around as he finished buttoning himself back up.
"That's not why you wanted me to come here is it?" He wasn't sure if he liked or disliked that idea.
Grimmjow grinned and pulled Ichigo close, kissing him deeply before stepping back and righting his suit jacket.
"Of course not. I just wanted to see you."
Ichigo gave him a funny look before sighing and leaning against the edge of the desk.
"By the way, yer little friend is kinda a slut."
"What?!"
"Come on! He comes over, gets all drunk and fucks the first thing available. That's like the definition of slut, Ichigo."
"It's not like he goes and does that stuff all the time." Ichigo defended.
"Tch, sure. What about when Szayel took him home?"
"He didn't do anything…."
"Are ya sure about that?"
Ichigo glared but said nothing. No, he wasn't one bit sure about that and if he were being completely honest with himself he kind of already figured Shinji had done something. But that was beside the point.
"Just don't talk about him like that."
"You weren't kept awake by those two all night long so don't give me that shit. I swear to God they must have woken up the entire building except for your drunk, dead to the world ass."
Ichigo continued to frown and crossed his arms over his chest. Grimmjow rolled his eyes and stepped in front of him, pulling his arms apart and bringing his hands up, placing a kiss on the back of one.
"So no more drinking unless we both have nothing to do the next day, okay?"
Ichigo nodded, surprised at what Grimmjow had just done. They looked into each other's eyes, a swirl of emotion in both sets of eyes. Grimmjow opened his mouth to say something before sighing and trying again.
"Ichigo…."
There was a loud buzzing sound and a crisp though flat voice called through the intercom.
"Mr. Aizen is on line one, Mr. Jaegerjaques."
Grimmjow hung his head and took a deep breath. "Maybe you should head home. I might be a little late so just order something, okay."
Ichigo frowned but nodded, accepting the small kiss Grimmjow gave him before practically shoving him out the door. He blushed at the disapproving look Ulquiorra sent him, aware that the young man most likely knew exactly what had been going on behind closed doors. He took a deep breath and headed to the elevator and the car that was supposed to be waiting for him down stairs. He was tired again and just wanted to go relax. Maybe even take another nap before Grimmjow got home. Even though his day had been short it had still been a bit taxing.
Renji looked up at the building and sighed, flicking the butt of a cigarette out into the street before pushing away from the tree he had been leaning against for far too long. He was sore and just wanted to go home but this job was something he had to do, though he had already forgotten why that was. Following the blue haired man was boring as shit. He never did anything fun and mostly stayed in his condo or was at his office, though the routine was basically the same every day. He figured he had enough information to go back and report now. It had been about a week after all.
He was just about to walk away when someone called out to him. He turned around to see a man about his height with shoulder length pink hair smiling at him.
"Could I have a moment of your time?" The man asked, again flashing a smile.
Renji didn't know what to say, he felt compelled for some reason to say yes to this man but had no idea why. Without thinking he nodded and followed the other man, not sure why he didn't care that alarm bells were going off inside his head or why he didn't want to do anything about them.
A/N YAY Another one! Hehe. I'm so keyed up I might just start on the next one after this one is up.... *drifts off into thoughts* Thanks for all the fav's and alerts lately everyone! Ya know I love y'all :D
~Penny