Plans
Grimmjow set Sorin on the bed next to a sleeping Ichigo and walked to the bathroom. Sure, Sorin was a boy, but it would be too weird to juggle a baby while trying not to piss all over the place. Sorin, sitting up on the bed and looking down at his sleeping daddy, decided it was a very good idea to smack him in the nose as hard as he could. Ichigo groaned and pushed his face into the pillow, lightly swatting at Sorin's hand, who had absolutely loved that reaction. Grimmjow returned to the bedroom in time to hear Ichigo grumble, "Knock it off, Sorin. Daddy's sleeping."
Grimmjow snorted. "How can you tell which one it is without opening yer eyes?" he asked.
"Because," Ichigo sighed. "Tai is quiet and gentle and Tomo screams at you when she hits. Sorin's all ninja about it…," he smirked and squinted his eyes at his son, "Sort of."
Grimmjow laughed and sat on the bed, scooting his slightly violent son away from Ichigo's face. Ichigo yawned and stretched, rolling over on his back before blinking his eyes all the way open to stare at the ceiling.
"Sleep good?" Grimmjow asked.
"Yeah. I didn't even hear you guys get up this morning. Or leave for that matter."
"Good. Leiko knocked over the fern by the couch when I stepped on his tail and I thought for sure you heard that. Stupid cat." he grumbled. The thing was always under his feet. It was almost as if he were asking to be stepped on.
"You're the one that just had to keep all three of them." Ichigo teased.
It earned him a pillow to the face to which he laughed at. Grimmjow leaned over and kissed him sweetly, groaning a little and nipping at Ichigo's sleep warm lips. Sorin gurgled and slapped at Grimmjow's thigh but was largely ignored. He wanted to tell Ichigo so bad about the house but he also didn't want to give the surprise away too quickly. Especially if something happened and they didn't get it. Dark thoughts bubbled up in his mind of not so veiled threats to anyone who outbid him. He'd do it to; he really wanted that house.
"Where're Tai and Tomo?" Ichigo asked, trying to push Grimmjow away.
"Sleeping." he answered, looking down at Sorin and smiling. "Just like this little monster should be doing." He picked Sorin up and kissed his plump cheek. "Daddy wants to make out with the other daddy. Time for bed."
"Grimm!"
Grimmjow laughed and stood, propping Sorin on his hip. "What? You want me to lie to our children?"
Ichigo blushed in answer, rolling over and hiding his face in the pillows. Grimmjow loved doing things like that to him. Too soon the kids would be old enough to know what they were talking about and he might just have to stop. Then again embarrassing both the kids and Ichigo was more than tempting. Ah, fatherhood was great.
Shinji's eyes fluttered open late the next morning and he yawned. It took a moment for him to remember the night before and he couldn't help the small smile on his face as he rolled over and cuddled close to Nnoitra's warm body. It was freezing in his room.
"You were talkin' in yer sleep again." Nnoitra said, his voice low and full of humor.
"How many times I gotta tell ya, I don't do that."
"Che, whatever. One'a these days I'mma really record it and prove ya the fuck wrong."
"Shut up." Shinji rubbed his hand over his face, slightly disgusted that he had a small amount of stubble. He usually only had to shave a few times a week with how slowly his facial and body hair grew and it just figured this was one of those days. He looked ridiculous with stubble; at least in his opinion.
He looked up at Nnoitra, noticing he seemed to be in the same state, and smiled. Unlike him, Nnoitra was sexy as hell with a light dusting of black stubble, and he reached up to run his fingers over it playfully. God, how he missed being close to this man.
"Let's have mornin' sex." Nnoitra grinned and Shinji rolled his eyes. Could he take back his earlier thought?
"I hafta go in ta work fer a bit taday so I need ta actually get up and shower and stuff."
"Fuck work. Go tomorrow." he said, leaning forward to bite at Shinji's exposed shoulder.
Shinji sighed. "I run my own business. I can't just not show up, baka."
"Yes ya can. Yer the boss right?"
"No, I can't. I've got a ton of stuff comin' up really soon and we were closed yesterday for my party. I hafta make sure orders have been put in. I need to call Z and make sure we can rent the club out for the Halloween bash I'm throwin'," he paused. He still needed to talk to Ichigo about some things involving that idea as well. "I gotta get up." he concluded, trying to sit up before Nnoitra knocked him back down on the bed and crouched over him.
"What the fuck'er ya doin'?" Shinji asked in exasperation.
"You ain't runnin' are ya?" Nnoitra asked quietly, a tiny bit of something he would never admit to being vulnerability in his voice.
"No. I'm goin' ta work." he replied just as quietly. This little moment reminded him that there was still so much to work out between them before things were even close to being back to normal.
He sat up and looked Nnoitra directly in the eyes, noticing that his bandana was still missing, and bit his lip in contemplation. "I c'n call ya when I'm all done. Ya know, if ya want." he said quietly.
They were silent a moment before Nnoitra grinned and broke it. "Maybe I'll come fuck ya in yer office again."
Shinji frowned. "You will not!"
"What? That was fuckin' hot and you know it." Teeth were on Shinji's neck before he could stop them and a long fingered hand was sliding down his side to his hip.
"That is beside the point. I don't want ya doin' that anymore."
"Fine." Nnoitra conceded just as his finger brushed over Shinji's hole.
Shinji's body jerked and he tried to pull away, giving up halfway through when Nnoitra's finger was already all the way inside him, teasing him. It seemed seconds before that finger was replaced with something much larger; thicker and fire hot. Shinji arched his back and closed his eyes, happily resigned to the sweet pleasure that was already coursing through his veins. With one hand on Shinji's hip, Nnoitra balanced his weight on his elbow and began to move, hips snapping forward and toes curling when Shinji deliberately tightened around him as those beautiful long legs wrapped around his waist.
Nnoitra sucked hard on Shinji's neck and Shinji's teeth sank deep into his shoulder. A loud and slightly strangled moan from Shinji drowned out a hesitant and abruptly stalled knock on his bedroom door. Soon the only sounds in the room were the rhythmic slapping of hips, the harsh panting, and the occasional, "Nnoi… harder…." uttered in a lusty voice. Nnoitra groaned loudly when blunt nails scored down his back and he slammed particularly harshly into Shinji, stilling as the younger man spasmed around him and came. Nnoitra's eyes rolled closed when Shinji's teeth sank into his chest and he shuddered his release into him.
"Ya… ya little bitch. I'm bleedin'." He said with a wide grin when he was once again able to speak.
Shinji, still panting and not able to hold his eyes open for more than a moment, smirked. "Serves ya right." he giggled, shifting his hips so that Nnoitra's limp member slid from him slowly.
Nnoitra was just about to say something when there was another light tapping at Shinji's door.
"Uhm, Shin-chan. You're mother is here to see you." Tesla said tentatively from the other side and Shinji groaned quietly. Great, he could be pretty much certain the whole house had just heard that, his mother included.
"Get off me asshole. I gotta shower before I see her."
"Ah fuck. Yer mom heard that." Nnoitra snickered, earning him a slap to his chest. "Hey, you two're close right?"
"Oh fuck you!"
"Not yet, Blondie. Gimmie a couple minutes." he grinned, licking the side of Shinji's neck and chuckling when he shivered.
Shinji finally managed to get away from Nnoitra long enough to slip into his robe and trot down the hall to the bathroom. Nnoitra, only bothering to pull on his pants and eye patch, left the room to hunt down where the good smells were coming from. He didn't care if there were people there, or if his presence would be found as odd, it smelled too appetizing to sit and wait in Shinji's room for the shower to be free. He wasn't leaving without one of those. So, opening the bedroom door, he walked down the short hallway to the living room, two sets of eyes on him instantly.
"Nnoitra-sama, you're bleeding." Tesla said in a concerned tone.
"I ain't dyin' stupid." Nnoitra shot back, ignoring the smirk from Etta, who was sitting comfortably on the couch.
"But…."
"Shut up and gimmie some'a that food."
Tesla, always one to obey, instantly made Nnoitra a plate of food, even serving him at the small dinning table. Etta smirked and looked over the back of the couch at him, giving him a once over look before speaking.
"So you an' my son all good now?" she asked, her eyebrows raising at the question.
Nnoitra didn't really know what to think about this woman, never had. She was basically a female version of Shinji, blunt and vulgar at times, two traits he loved, but she was female… and he usually hated women. All women.
"Yeah." He said shortly before piling more food into his mouth. He was sure Shinji would gush about it later so he didn't feel the need to elaborate.
That seemed to appease her for the moment and Tesla seemed too stunned to say anything else so he was able to finish his food in silence. Luckily Shinji was done with his shower quickly and he came rushing out of the bathroom as if he expected to find the house on fire. He blinked at a shirtless Nnoitra and frowned.
"The hell you doin'?" he asked, cocking a hip and trying to ignore the looks from his mother and Tesla.
"The fuck's it look like? I was eatin'." Nnoitra countered.
"Without a shirt?"
"Duh."
Shinji rolled his eyes and watched as Nnoitra approached him, wondering why he felt slightly nervous. Nnoitra reached out and crooked a finger under Shinji's chin, lifting his head a bit before grinning widely. Shinji gulped. God, that grin was too fucking sexy.
"I wanna shower. There enough hot water fer me?"
"Y-yeah. Should be."
"Good."
Before Shinji could stop him Nnoitra kissed him. Not a light pressing of lips, no that would be too much to ask for from that man while others were watching. Nnoitra bit Shinji's bottom lip harshly, making Shinji whine pathetically, before sucking it into his mouth. Not missing a beat, Nnoitra gripped Shinji's chin tightly as his long tongue slipped inside his mouth, pulling at his bottom lip with his thumb and growling quietly when Shinji moaned a little too loudly. In that moment Shinji forgot they had an audience and if Nnoitra remembered he didn't seem to give a flying fuck. He pulled back, almost laughing when Shinji tried to follow him, and grinned once more before letting go of Shinji's narrow chin and walking to the bathroom with a swagger in his step.
Shinji reached up and touched his bottom lip with his index finger, a tiny smile tilting his lips before he remembered he wasn't alone. He cleared his throat and turned to his mother.
"What?" he asked when he noticed her smile.
Etta stood up and walked over to her son, wrapping her arms tight around him in a hug.
"Oh, Shin-chan. Baby, I'm so happy for ya."
Shinji sighed and let the smile stretch across his face, hugging her back and burying his face in the crook of her neck. He really didn't know what to say at that moment, he was still feeling so conflicted about everything. He was happy, but that happiness scared him. Too many "what if's" were raging in his mind and no matter how hard he tried to stamp them down and just feel good about everything, they wouldn't go completely away. He couldn't stop the feeling that this wasn't going to last.
Etta pulled back and kissed his cheek before swatting his backside and grinning. "Well since ya ain't dead, er he ain't dead, I'mma head back home. Love ya Shin-chan."
Shinji smirked. "Love ya too okaachan."
The moment alone with Tesla was strained and awkward. Tesla couldn't quite meet his eyes and Shinji had to wonder if the man still had feelings for Nnoitra. When said man finally came out of the bathroom, hair still dripping wet and clothing still only half on Shinji frowned. Tesla's big puppy dog eyes saw nothing but Nnoitra and Shinji was suddenly assaulted by images from the past.
Shortly after the near confession of feelings that one long weekend he and Nnoitra had spent at his mother's house, Nnoitra made it very clear to anyone who even looked like they would wonder about it that Shinji was his and no one was allowed to touch him. It had pissed Shinji off and made that weird gooey fuzzy feeling in his belly start up again. The feeling that made him never quite sure if he wanted to throw up or grin like an idiot. It wasn't that he had never established his apparent "ownership" before then, Nnoitra was just being far more vocal about it.
Tesla had been becoming increasingly closer with Shinji and the two often hung out after work, much to Nnoitra's displeasure. One night while Shinji was finishing up some paper work in the back office Tesla had confessed his undying love to Nnoitra. What should have been a rather pathetic and laughable moment turned into something that might have ruined their friendship forever. Tesla, who had later admitted to Shinji that he had taken something to help loosen up after work, walked right up to Nnoitra after his spoken words of love and cupped his crotch before pushing up on his tip toes and smashing their lips together. Nnoitra had been surprised to say the least but he hadn't pushed the younger man away. When Shinji walked back to the front of the club he stopped dead at what he saw. Nnoitra looked at him and grinned, pushing Tesla off him in an overly violent move, sending the smaller man to the floor as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Stupid faggot. I toldja not ta touch me or I'd break off that skinny little prick 'a yers and toss it to a pack a dogs."
Tesla had been mortified and run crying from the room and Shinji had just stared. He felt bad for Tesla, Nnoitra was too harsh at times, but a part of him was happy. Maybe the idiot would finally get it. Tesla had disappeared for two weeks after that but when he came back with apologies Shinji had caved. He just couldn't be mad at that pathetic face.
"You need a ride?" Shinji asked, breaking the tense silence that had filled his living room.
Nnoitra snorted. "Naw. I gotta go do some shit later. I'll walk."
Shinji grabbed his jacket and looked at Tesla over his shoulder as he was leaving. "You comin' in tanight?" he asked, snapping the man out of whatever thoughts he had been in.
Tesla smiled. "Yes, Shin-chan. I'll be in by the time my shift starts."
Shinji smiled and looked over at a still half dressed Nnoitra. "Uhm…."
Nnoitra grinned and crossed his arms over his chest. "The fuck you doin'? Thought ya had ta go do shit?"
Shinji rolled his eyes and zipped his jacket, grabbing his keys out of a little basket by the front door. "Fine. See ya later." he grumbled before yanking to door open and leaving.
Nnoitra turned and left the room, completely ignoring the other man. Tesla sighed deeply and closed his eyes, wondering not for the first time why he seemed to head over heels for someone who seemed to hate him.
"Mr. Jiruga, if you will please take a seat Mr. Aizen will be with you shortly."
Nnoitra sneered down at the young woman as he threw himself in the uncomfortable leather chair. He hated this stupid office building but he knew better than to avoid a summons from the big boss. He may not like being bossed around like this but sometimes he knew when to suck it up and deal with it and when to rant about it. This was one of the former times.
As soon as he was shown into the room his eyes darted to the still figure sitting in one of the chairs in front of Aizen's desk and he was barely able to repress his urge to cruse and sneer. Lord how he hated that little man with his large green emotionless eyes and his pale expressionless face. If he didn't know first hand how bloodthirsty and precise a killer this young man could be he would have said something. Instead he sat heavily in the chair opposite him and rested his arms on the armrests.
"So good of you to join me today, Nnoitra." Aizen said in a slow drawl, setting a cup of tea on a coaster in front of him. "I assume you know why you're here?"
"Not really. I already toldja everythin' I know." Nnoitra shrugged.
"I've had to go through a lot of clean up after what happened, most of which is rather tedious." Nnoitra almost snorted. Right, like this man had actually had to lift a finger for anything. "Need I remind you that the integrity of business is at stake when people who may be associated with me make such glaring mistakes?"
"Tch, look, if you'da let me do things my way back then we wouldn't be in this shit right now."
The young man next to him tensed but remained seated and quiet.
"If I had let you 'do things your way', as you say, it would be a bigger mess than I have the patience to clean up." Aizen could smile all he wanted but his face still screamed, "Shut the fuck up you ignorant asshole or I will rip your head off and force you to watch me dance in your blood." There was always a look in his eyes that told Nnoitra he had perhaps stepped a little too far over the line.
"I did my job. Ya got those kids back. So what the fuck?"
"You will refrian from cursing in this room." the small man beside him said quietly and Nnoitra turned a sneer on him.
"Make me."
"Ulquiorra." Aizen said in a warning tone and Ulquiorra stilled, returning his attention to focus solely on his master.
"The fact that you have completed the task is not the issue here, Nnoitra. The problems you have caused while in the process of completion are. Longwei is an annoyance I did not wish to deal with but now must." Brown eyes looked up then and connected with a violet one. "It is quite vexing."
"Well if ya'd let me shoot 'im…."
"This issue would be compounded." he raised his hand for silence. "That isn't why I brought you here. Longwei is being rather difficult and refuses to meet with me to negotiate properly. I shall give you a chance to redeem yourself by locating the man and bringing him to me. You will keep the violence to a minimum, is that clear, Nnoitra?"
Nnoitra continued to sneer his distaste but nodded.
"And please, try not to take your time on this task. I would like it to be done with this as soon as possible."
Once Nnoitra was gone Aizen sighed and turned to look out his large office window overlooking downtown Tokyo. Things had gotten irritatingly complicated over what should have been a simple matter.
"You don't trust him do you, Ulquiorra?" he asked, a small smile on his face.
"No, I do not." Ulquiorra replied simply.
"Do you think he needs another set of eyes on him to ensure he does things properly?"
"I believe that it would be best to take him off of the case completely but it is not my place to make such decisions. I trust in you and will follow your orders for me."
Aizen continued to smile out the window, not bothering to respond to the young man. It wasn't that he didn't value his opinion but he wasn't going to take what he said to heart. He had a way of doing things and no matter what others said they would get done to his liking. One way or another.
Sorin was happily entertaining himself in the play area, ignoring his father's while the sat and talked quietly on the couch. Taichi and Tomoe were still sleeping in the other room and Grimmjow was feeling rather frisky. Still. Ichigo was saying something about a Halloween party, Grimmjow wasn't really listening, when a tongue flicked against his ear lobe. He jerked away and looked at Grimmjow's grinning face with a frown.
"What are you doing?" he asked with wide eyes.
"I'm going to push you down into these cushions and kiss you." he replied plainly before leaning forward to do just that.
"Sorin is in the room, Grimm." Ichigo pointed out in a near whining tone of voice.
"So? He's not even looking at us. And unless you keep makin' all kinds of noise it'll stay that way."
Ichigo was already practically laid out beneath Grimmjow at this point and when that mouth was suddenly covering his in a possessive kiss he found himself quite unable to resist. Their tongues danced together as Grimmjow shifted his body and pressed a lean thigh between Ichigo's legs, spreading them just enough so that he could grind against his hips. Ichigo gasped quietly and fought the urge to tilt up into the body above him. He had to keep reminding himself that Sorin was in the room. That if he got bored with whatever it was he was doing he would see them. But when Grimmjow started sucking on that sensitive bit of skin behind his ear nothing seemed to matter anymore. He sucked in a breath and let his eyes close, hands reaching up to fist in the back on Grimmjow's t-shirt. Grimmjow groaned quietly pressed down with his hips, one of his hands curling around Ichigo's hip and pulling him closer.
Ichigo's body jerked when Tomoe's cries were suddenly heard from the bedroom and Grimmjow dropped his forehead to Ichigo's shoulder.
"I swear she knows when I wanna get freaky with you." he grumbled and Ichigo shook his head, pushing Grimmjow off him.
"Shut up and go get her."
Grimmjow let out a dramatic sigh and stood up. "I'm going to fuck you later." he declared before leaving the room and a blushing Ichigo.
The phone rang and Ichigo rolled his eyes when he heard Taichi start to cry as well. So much for the quiet.
"Ichi, when do ya got free time this week? I need ta go over shit about the Halloween party." Shinji said without so much as a hello.
"I have Tuesday morning free, that's about it." He was quiet a moment before walking into the kitchen. "Shin, are you okay? I mean, last I saw you…."
"I'm fine Ichi. Really. I'll tell ya all about it Tuesday, okay? I promise." Shinji's voice was bright, happy even, and Ichigo let himself take a deep cleansing breath. Whatever had happened he hadn't heard Shinji sound quite like that in too long.
"Alright. I'll see ya Tuesday then."
He returned to the living room and picked up Sorin, taking him in the back room to change him and help Grimmjow out with the other two. He was still tired and felt that he was missing out on too much of his family life and friends, but he would do his best to pull through it all. He hadn't spent so much of his time working so hard to give up now. He kissed Grimmjow's cheek and picked up the boys taking both of them out to the living room and setting them in their play area. He needed to make them a meal and start preparing dinner for Grimmjow and him later. Pushing everything else out of his mind he set to work, a small and content smile on his face.
A/N YAY! Another chapter :D I'm not sure if I'm completely happy with this one but it's probably just me again so I'm posting it anyway :D I'm hoping to get one more out this week if I can and shall do my best, but right now I'm gong to go rest my horribly aching back and zone out on America's Next Top Model reruns. Yes, I love that show. ;p
Hope you enjoy it~!
~Penny
**Oh yes! I almost forgot again. I want to thank The Petulant Prodigy once again for featuring Mistress Penelopye in her fic 'Bands & Berries' :D Mistress is pleased and eager for more. THANK YOU *GLOMP***