A Twisted Role in Intimacy
By: GrimmjowIchigoforever a.k.a. BabyRain (I should change my nickname)
Pairing: Ichigo/Grimmjow (another Grimm uke!)
Ratings: T (for this chapter, I'm not in the mood for M, so give me ideas…)
Warning: If you do not like Grimmjow as the bottom or uke, don't read and if you keep on reading, no flames cause you wouldn't want people to trash your creation either, and there will be swearing, don't say I didn't warn you, Grimmjow OOC will be here.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, I love Grimmjow (Grimmjow: What the hell?!)
Chapter 2
Hell No!
Grimmjow was pacing down the hall in Las Noches as he came from Karakura Town, ignoring the pain that kept bugging him so much. He was too annoyed and humiliated, but above all, confused.
'Damn it why did that happen! How did THAT happen?'
He couldn't believe that he just had sex with his damn enemy, it was so…. right.
'Wait, WHAT??? Oh hell no! I couldn't have like that god damn it. It hurt like shit! But it did feel good for a while…'
"GAAHHHHHH!!!"
Grimmjow let out a frustrated scream, holding his head with both arms, closing his eyes.
He was too busy with thoughts and didn't notice a shadow walking towards him and-
*CRASH*
Grimmjow was thrown backwards on his butt and seeing that this would be a big pain in the ass, (AN: uh…no pun intended?) he howled loudly.
"OW! That hurts, idiot!"
As he looked up he found himself staring at a pair of deep big green eyes who stared at him with a slight amusement, despite the almost expressionless visage.
Grimmjow hissed. "Ulquiorra."
"I suppose you intend to sit there on the floor all day, Sexta?" Ulquiorra raised his eyebrow at the teal-haired who kept glaring at him scornfully.
"None of your business, ugh-"
The poor Arrancar just tried to stand up, but the pain doubled from his fall and he ended up returning himself to his previous position.
"Ah, you don't seem to be in a good condition today?"
The hint of mockery is barely visible in Ulquiorra's bemused tone. Grimmjow hissed again as he made a second attempt in getting up, wincing all the way.
"Leave me alone." To Ulquiorra's surprise, though it did not show, the Espada said the words dejectedly, sounding exhausted, accenting his slight weakened reiatsu.
Grimmjow found his way around Ulquiorra and resumed his pace, trying his best to make it to his room without difficulty.
Ulquiorra could just look; he was too entranced that he didn't notice a sneaking figure behind him.
"So our dear kitty has a problem, huh?"
The Fourth Espada nearly jumped at this, then turned to gaze at the wicked face of Ichimaru Gin.
'I didn't sense him…'
"Ah, Ulqui-chan! Care to help our dear fella'?" Ulquiorra stared blankly at Ichimaru.
"What do you mean, Ichimaru-sama?"
"Well, ya could check on our little kitty, he looked unwell don't ya think?" Gin's smirk had just widened by a fraction.
"I do not think I will need to do that, Ichimaru-sama." Ulquiorra's unfathomable tone sounded slightly puzzled.
"But Aizen-sama will be worried don't you think? We couldn' afford anymore sick Espada-"
"Understood, Ichimaru-sama, I will be on my way." Ulquiorra dashed away, following the direction to which Grimmjow went.
"Heh, so easy." Ichimaru mumbled to himself, smirking.
"Now let's see if Aizen would want ta play with me." And with that he strolled down the hallway, humming a cheerful tune.
--
Meanwhile Grimmjow was resting on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He felt miserable and irritated at the same time.
'Damn that stupid Berry.' He thought to himself.
"If only I could just figure out why the hell I would want to come back-"
"Come back where, Grimmjow?" Ulquiorra stood in front of the door, green eyes watching unresponsively.
"GAAAHHH! What the hell, Ulquiorra?"
Grimmjow sat up instantly; glaring so hard at Ulquiorra, while the latter just kept his uninterested demeanor.
"Ichimaru-sama wants me to ensure your well-being, we couldn't afford any distractions among the Espada-'
"I'm not distracted!"
The response came out immediately before Ulquiorra could finish his sentence. Grimmjow turned his head away to the stark white walls, but the sharp eyes of his observer did not miss a slight blush creeping through the brash Espada's façade.
Ulquiorra raised his eyebrow once more.
'Maybe Ichimaru-sama was right, he is indeed unwell.' Ulquiorra began to consider the possibilities, too occupied to notice Grimmjow's movement.
"Go away, Ulquiorra."
As Ulquiorra was busy pondering Grimmjow was already laid on his back once more, looking slightly depressed. When the green-eyed Espada stood still and unmoving, Grimmjow sighed, defeated.
"Fine, do whatever you want."
At this, the Espada stared at him, face hiding puzzlement. Grimmjow was never known to give up so fast. Normally he would yell more, or fight, or blast a cero, but never, ever, give in.
The object of puzzlement just huffed half-heartedly and closed his eyes, sighing once more. His frown indicated that he was seriously thinking about something, which, if it had not been Ulquiorra standing there, any person would laugh at the sight. Seriously, Grimmjow, the ever brash and brutal Espada, who would kill anyone who got in his way without a second glance, to be thinking? Well that would be a wonder.
Ulquiorra held back the thoughts running in his clever mind. There is a more important matter at hand nevertheless. The…peculiarity can wait later.
"What were you doing before I saw you today?" Ulquiorra spoke straight to the point.
"Nothing!" A glare was sent, as the receiver kept the expression blank.
"Do you realise that it is impossible to do nothing?"
"Shut up."
"I will not."
Grimmjow sighed, turning his head away from the vacant gaze. Ulquiorra, being the messenger and faithful servant he was, naturally wouldn't resign to such obvious rejection, determined to get answers nonetheless.
"I was out in the human world."
Ulquiora's eyes glinted immediately. "And may I inquire you that Aizen-sama warned us to not enter the place? Have you, perhaps forgotten, or is there something that you would like to share with me before I decided as to whether or not I should inform Aizen-sama?"
"I met that orange-haired brat." The tone of resignation was clear, Grimmjow, though admitted he feared no one, feared their ever mischievous 'leader'. And he knew that the stubborn Espada would find out eventually.
"Ah, and I would assume that you engaged yourself in battle like you did, and lost?"
The words were uttered with such mockery and satisfaction that Grimmjow sat up at once, glaring venom that could kill lower Hollows, if looks could kill, that is.
"Ah, so I see, I require nothing else here then, until then."
Ulquiorra strolled out of the room, head held up high in a blank expression that clearly hid the approval at the knowledge, though making sure to keep the news to himself. Aizen would not be happy to hear it, and Ulquiorra wouldn't want to displease his master after all.
Clearly he did not sense the previously presence of Ichimaru Gin, who by now hurried to his room, smirking all the way. The image of Grimmjow losing was too tempting to miss.
'Maybe next time I should follow tha' kitty.' Gin's trademark grin widened.
--
Grimmjow groaned for what could be the thousand times as he tossed and turned in his bed. For some reason he couldn't get the image of a certain redhead out of his mind and it pissed him off to the extreme.
'Damn it, what the hell did he do to me?'
The Arrancar blushed suddenly at the thought of what Ichigo did to him.
"Fuck, for Aizen's sake would you please let me sleep!" he yelled practically to no one, fuming.
"And what keeps ya awake kitty?"
"ARRRGGHHH! What are you doing here!"
Gin stood in front of the door, wearing his ever present smirk.
'Damn, why didn't I notice him?' Grimmjow frowned; he could not be getting rusty.
"Well, I was checkin' on my dearest Espadas, makin' sure they hav' their good nigh' sleep of course."
"Go away." Since it seemed to be the only thing that could be said, everyone knows Gin after all.
"So what's botherin' ya, kitty." Gin continued, obviously ignoring the Arrancar's order.
"Nothing." Grimmjow fell back down on the bed, closing his eyes, trying the impossible action, sleep.
"Ah, I migh' know something 'bout this."
Grimmjow shot Gin a half-hearted look. "And what was that?"
"You are in loooveee."
"What the hell?!!" The look turned to murder intent.
"Now now, Grimmy, I am an expert in this thing, and I migh' be tha only person tha' can solve your little problem 'ere."
Grimmjow huffed, clearly irritated. "I don't have a problem."
"Not tha way I see it, let's see, if ya hav' trouble sleepin' thinkin' bout the one ya love, why don'cha confront tha' person, ya see, like come ta him or somethin'."
"I don't lov-what??? OUT YOU BASTARD!!!"
"Well, too bad ya wouldn' take mah advice there, migh' save ya a lot of time. Don' ya go blamin' it on me if ya couldn' sleep forevah."
Gin strolled out, grinning widely, 'That should make somethin' out of kitty', he thought.
The said kitty rumbled deeply, 'I have to stop letting people in my room.'
And he was back to his impossible effort to fall asleep.
--
It had been almost a week and a very grumpy Espada was not looking very happy. Grimmjow hadn't been getting enough sleep lately, thanks to a certain berry, mind you. It was clearly seen from the obvious bags under his eyes and that his eyes looked awfully red and swollen.
"I shall advice you to go into your room and try to get some rest, Grimmjow, you should realize that you couldn't possibly face an enemy with your state, do you?"
Grimmjow broke out of his habit of staring into spaces and snapped his head towards the mighty ex-shinigami.
"What? I mean, I'm sorry, Aizen-sama, would you please repeat that?"
Clearly he was too tired to add the forced politeness tone to the sentence. Aizen sighed deeply.
"Ulquiorra, would you mind to escort Grimmjow to his room? He doesn't look to well does he."
The green-eyed Espada nodded politely, stood up and dragged the dazed teal-haired mess out of the meeting room, earning stares from the other Espadas.
'Well, this is interestin' indeed.' Gin's grin widened slightly, and Aizen, being Aizen, noticed this change.
"What's wrong Gin?"
"Oh, nothin' Aizen-sama, now why don' we get back to the matter at hand here?"
Aizen sighed, the polite tune that Gin randomly used indicated that there was truly something behind this, but he thought that as long as it didn't bother his plan that he would let it slip.
"Very well, now where were we?"
--
Ulquiorra just pushed Grimmjow on his stomach to the Sexta Espada's bed. Grimmjow groaned, burying his head in the pillow.
"I suggest you get some sleep before it interrupts with Aizen-sama's plan. If it is about the boy then you could try and beat him again someday, now get rest."
Ulquiorra left them room nonchalantly, leaving Grimmjow to ponder.
'Did he just try to be nice?'
Another muffled growl erupted from the Espada. 'I really am fucked up for thinking like that.'
Grimmjow tried desperately to sleep, but he just couldn't. Then he thought about what Ichimaru said a few days ago.
"Not tha way I see it, let's see, if ya hav' trouble sleepin' thinkin' bout the one ya love, why don'cha confront tha' person, ya see, like come ta him or somethin'."
'HELL NO! But maybe I could ask him something…Oh Aizen no!'
But after tossing and turning for the rest of the morning, Grimmjow finally opened a Garganta (AN: correct me if I'm wrong) and defeated but determined, walked in the transporting hole to face the person who had been messing around his head.
"Now tha's a good kitty." from behind the door he had been spying on, Ichimaru smirked happily then hopped away, humming another weird tune.
--
It was Friday morning, and Ichigo was lazing on his bed, relishing the extra sleep he was granted. It was an off day from school, and his whole family just went to the onsen(hot spring), leaving him behind since the berry said that he had homework to be done.
'Wait, homework? Oh that's just great, why do I have to be reminded?'
Ichigo sighed and got up the bed lazily, now that the thought stuck to his mind he had no choice but to obey. Ichigo secretly wanted to have a normal life and go to college eventually.
He had just gotten his books out when he heard some noise from his window. He turned around to stare at a pair of cerulean orbs. Grimmjow was crouching on the windowsill, seeming uncertain whether to come in or not. His eyes darted across the room, trying to avoid Ichigo's gaze.
The redhead merely sighed calmly; he held back a grin threatening to appear on his face, since it apparently would freak the seemingly confused Espada. He turned his attention towards his books, and started flipping on the pages absentmindedly, pretending to focus on his study.
"So are you back for more, or-"
"What? N-no! Are you stupid?"
Grimmjow's face just turned beet red despite his yelling and Ichigo saw it by the corner of his eyes. He couldn't help but chuckle at that.
"S-shut up! Shit I'm leaving!" 'Damn I did NOT blush! That's something Szayel would do!'
As Grimmjow prepared to leap away, a hand grabbed his wrist and yank him forward, causing him to land on his back on the thankfully still unmade bed (AN: if it was tidy it would get messy again, get it?). Grimmjow yelped in surprise as his wrists were held on top of his head and as he felt a hand on his chest.
Ichigo was on top of him again, straddling his hips, looking calm but smiling mischievously; face just an inch from touching, and the teal hair shivered at that.
"G-get off me!" He shouted, but surprisingly didn't try to struggle. He was too aware of the hand on his chest, which was now caressing his nipple, and it really bothered him to no avail.
The redhead leaned in and whisper near his ear, earning another shiver.
"Then why did you come here, if I may ask?" He was being too formal, and Grimmjow did not like it, it made him feel strange.
"Uh, I…" He began to squirm uneasily, trying to form some words while feeling the warm breath on his ear, clouding his mind.
"Yes?" Another breathy whisper on his reddening ear.
"I…I…Oh get off me damn it!" Grimmjow suddenly found the strength and threw Ichigo off him, making the redhead hit his head on the wall.
"Ow, Grimmjow what the hell?" Ichigo rubbed the sore spot and look up to Grimmjow who was standing near the door, trying to get as far away as possible, horrified.
"You…you…"
Ichigo raised an eyebrow at the overwhelmed looking Arrancar.
"What did you do to me?"
"Huh?"
"You heard that, answer me!"
If possible, Ichigo raised his eyebrow even more, clearly confused. Then, he noticed the tired look on Grimmjow's face. There are eye bags under his eyes, and the healthy skin looked slightly paled.
"What happened to you?" Now Ichigo looked slightly worried.
"You know what happened! I can't sleep for days thinking about you! I'm going crazy every time you come to my mind, so tell me what trick you put on me!!! I can't take this anymore!"
Grimmjow stood panting, glaring at the cursed redhead. Ichigo stared for a while, blinking.
The Espada waited nervously, he fidgeted uncomfortably in his position, but fixed his eyes on the substitute shinigami, determined for an answer.
The very visible grin that came next made Grimmjow felt slightly, no, very taken aback. He stood there for eternity, gaping at the redhead, who continued to wear the idiotic look.
"What?"
The grin started to look like Ichimaru's and it was really freaky, perhaps even to Ichimaru himself.
"You like me."
"Huh?"
"You heard me."
"N-"
Ichigo stood up and stalked towards the teal-haired, causing him to back up to the door.
"What are you do--get away from me!"
Now Ichigo looked like he was going to devour him. He was getting closer and closer, until their chest contacted each other.
"You can't stop thinking about me, you can't sleep, you're going crazy without me, face it, you like me. I can even say you love me."
The words were said with such finality in them as Ichigo closed in their mouths together with a passionate kiss. Grimmjow hesitated, then closed his eyes and gave in. The shinigami pulled Grimmjow away from the door and threw him back on the bed, never stopping their contact.
"Mmmphh…"
Ichigo broke the connection and laid next to Grimmjow, both panting for breath. The Arrancar's eyes drooped dangerously to the point of closing once more, and he looked more tired than ever, having 'confessed' his feeling and well, haven't been sleeping really.
"Shhh…" The hand that stroked his head made the teal orbs fluttered shut slowly. A week of restless night sent Grimmjow to dreamland almost immediately. It was a wonder how he stayed awake for so long before.
"Ichi-"Soft snores were soon heard from the Espada, a smile tugged on Ichigo's lips.
"Go to sleep, my kitten."
AN: Uh, I think I'm ending the story here, unless you want me to continue, cause I have no idea on what to write next. I think I'm really doing much OOC here, but oh well,,, we need it sometimes…
30 more comments then I'll consider to go on…might need more…(that means total 45 comments…) I'm sorry people I kind of lost my confidence in writing this, so if I get good response I'll definitely go on. I really hope I can do better…
And I want to say thank you for the people who supported me, I really appreciate it, *hugs*, thanks for saying I did good, although I do not deserve such comments, see you in the next chapter hopefully, or another story…Uh if I do continue do you want another Grimm uke lemon?
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