For the Future

Make plans for a future of happiness. For without aspirations, humans simply exist and nothing more.

Friday afternoon.

Ichigo had just gotten out of class and was now making his way home without hesitation. He didn't want to seem too eager though, so he kept a normal walking pace back to his house.

But he was eager. This evening, Grimmjow was coming home for the weekend. He had waited for this since Sunday night when they said their goodbyes.

The walk back was a decent one to say the least. The sun was shining bright and the day was more beautiful than any other. It was like the world itself was emulating his cheerful mood.

After entering the front door of the clinic, Ichigo was met with his father sitting at the dining room table.

"Hey dad." He spoke.

"Oh, Ichigo. I have to get used to this new schedule of yours. You get off so early in the day I don't have as much time to myself anymore."

"You don't need to worry about that. I won't be bothering you. You probably won't even know I'm here." The boy said, taking off his shoes and heading to the stairs.

"Oh, Ichigo! I forgot to tell you. I'll be going out on business for about two weeks. I need you to take care of any patients we might get while I'm away. I trust you can handle it." Ishiin said with a smile.

"Right."

Without another word, Ichigo hurried up to his room and undressed. He quickly showered and stopped in the mirror to make sure he looked nice. Looking at the clock on the wall, he saw that it was only twelve thirty-two.

"Still about five hours before Grimm gets here." He sighed.

Then he remembered he had some Language and World History homework to do. At least if he did it now, he'd have the rest of the weekend to spend without procrastinating because of Grimmjow.

When he entered his room, he noticed a greeting card on his bed. Another one from Urahara. Six months later and he still can't stop checking in to see about him.

"Maybe he just wants a date with dad." He joked.

The thought of those two together made him go wide eyed. Shaking the thought from his mind, he sat down at his desk and pulled out his notebook and textbooks.

Time never seems to fly by when you're anticipating something. But when you want it to slow, it seems to speed up. That was just the way things were.

It was now four thirty-three. He was almost done with the two chapter assessments he had been assigned. Yuzu and Karin greeted him earlier when they got home, then Yuzu said she was going to start dinner around six.

Looking back at the clock, Ichigo sighed, "Why can't time go by faster?"

"Because you're impatient."

Flipping around, Ichigo saw Grimmjow standing in his room near the doorway.

"Grimmjow! It's not five yet. What are you doing here?"

"Didn't know you were so eager to see me, Kurosaki. And do you really need to ask? My minimum speed limit is forty miles per hour on the interstate." The bluenette smirked.

"Right. And yeah, I won't deny that I'm glad to see you. I am." The orange haired boy smiled.

Grimmjow stalked over to the boy and bent over his shoulder.

"What the hell? What are you reading?"

"Oh, that's my French book. I'm taking French and Japanese this year." He spoke softly.

Blue eyes glanced over the pages.

"It is. You know, my mom was fluent in French."

"You never told me that. Actually…" thinking before speaking, he remembered that Grimmjow had told him that his mother abandoned him long ago and stopped.

"What?" the bluenette asked.

"Nothing."

"Oh really?"

"Yes, really. Now back off, your breath's not so great." He joked.

Grimmjow leaned in and pressed his lips to the crook in Ichigo's neck.

"It's been a lonely week, you know." He spoke provocatively.

"I know… By the way, how was it out there?"

"Don't try getting out of this, Kurosaki. You probably want it more than I do."

"Move."

"What?"

"Move, I have to go close the door. You never seem to remember to do that when you come in here."

As Ichigo made his way to the door, Grimmjow shadowed him, mouth to neck, and pulled him over to the bed once it was closed.

"You got out of it on the beach and the morning you promised me, but this time there's no getting around it."

"I'm not trying to this time." the boy spoke while running his hands up Grimmjow's back.

He grabbed the hem of the man's shirt and lifted it over his head. Gently, he ran his fingers back up the muscular trail up to the soft blue locks.

"Have you been bathing regularly and washing your hair?" he asked.

"Every night. It gets pretty messy in the factory." Grimmjow responded, voice heavy with desire.

When Ichigo started massaging his scalp, Grimmjow grabbed his arms and stared at him.

"What?"

"Don't do that. I'm not in the mood…"

"Don't wanna purr?" the orange head sinisterly grinned.

When he felt his nipples being twisted through his shirt, Ichigo dropped his hands.

"Glad we worked that out." The bluenette smirked.

Without another word, Grimmjow slowly undressed the one beneath him. He could feel his desire burning stronger with every passing second.

Finally, he had the boy just how he wanted him. He slid his tongue down the center of Ichigo's torso and dipped it into his belly button before continuing on his way downward.

Ichigo rested his head on his pillow and panted heavily when Grimmjow's mouth surrounded his member.

"Did you miss the wildfire?" he asked jokingly.

Grimmjow didn't respond. He had started bobbing his head at a faster pace now.

Brown eyes went wide when the heat left his privates and he felt something moist against his hole.

"G-Grimm! Don't put your mouth there! It's dirty!"

"You're such a germophobe." The bluenette smirked while shaking his head.

Continuing what he was previously engaged in, Grimmjow slid his tongue over the hole a few more times. Then he sat up and removed his pants.

Ichigo moved forward and kissed Grimmjow's chest. He brought one of his nipples into his mouth. Then he noticed something.

"Grimm…" he called, looking up at him.

"Yea?"

"You're growing chest hair. I thought people who work out a lot shave their bodies."

"I don't have too much free time so I won't be working out as much as I used to. Besides, I like my body hair."

Smiling at the familiar sense of individuality Grimmjow was displaying, Ichigo moved further down and brought the man's penis into his mouth.

At first, he kept a slow pace. But the hand on the back of his head forced him to speed up. He kept it up as much as he could but it was getting to be too much. Before he could be forced down too far, he pulled Grimmjow's hand from his head and furiously removed his member from his mouth.

"I've told you not to do that. Are you trying to choke me?"

"Sorry, you just don't go down far enough."

"If I go down any further-"

"Let's get the main event started." Grimmjow interrupted.

Ichigo squinted, but relinquished his frustration at the man on account of him being glad to see him.

To his surprise, Grimmjow laid him down on his side and positioned himself behind him. He turned his head questionably, but before he could say anything, Grimmjow had brought their lips together.

Ichigo put his hand on the man's cheek and kissed him fervently. When Grimmjow shoved his tongue further into his mouth, he suddenly remembered where he had just had it earlier.

Pushing away, he blushed at Grimmjow's adorable look. His eyes were heavy lidded, his mouth was slightly agape, and he had a questioning look on his face.

"You just licked my ass. I don't really wanna kiss you after that." He said.

"You really are a pansy, Kuorsaki."

"Maybe, but you always come back to me. So I guess you shouldn't complain as much as you do."

There was some truth to that. No matter what, he was intent on always coming back to Ichigo. He had found solace in this relationship and even though he would never admit it, Ichigo was all that he was looking for.

When he had walked up on him studying earlier, it made him proud that one of them took education so seriously. Kurosaki was a bookworm even if he didn't think so. That was one of the cutest things about him.

Shaking himself from his thoughts, Grimmjow grabbed his penis and brushed it against Ichigo's calling hole a few times before seizing the boy's leg and lifting it for easier access. Then, he slid himself into it. He smiled when the smaller boy moaned out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Slowly, he pulled out. Then he pushed back in as smoothly as he could manage. He would rather go all out, but he wanted to give Ichigo some pleasure since it had been quite a few days since they last got together like this. Besides, it would be no fun if he finished too quickly.

While he kept his pace, Grimmjow leaned over and brought his lips to Ichigo's once more. However, he was rejected once more.

"Kurosaki, don't be like that." He said in a persuading voice.

"Grimm, I ca-"

With his free hand, he grabbed the back of Ichigo's head and forced him into a kiss again. Despite this, he was blocked off because Ichigo sealed his lips shut.

"If it's a game you want, it's a game you'll get." Grimmjow said against his lips.

Releasing the boy's suspended leg, he brought his hand to his face and pinched his nose.

Ichigo's face turned redder than it had been before and he took a swing at his captor. Grimmjow easily dodged and smiled deviously.

"Open up if you wanna breathe."

Ichigo held his breath for as long as he possibly could before he could hold it no longer.

*GASP*

Blue eyes flashed and Grimmjow saw his chance. He waited a moment to let him catch a few breaths then went in for the kill. With one hand on the back of Ichigo's head and the other pinching his nose, he forced a kiss from the one beneath him.

Ichigo's eyes went wide as he felt Grimmjow's tongue going deeper than it had gone before.

Was this aggressive and overly dominating behavior the result of their separation? Grimmjow had never been this forceful before.

Even though he was peeved about the kiss he was forced into, Ichigo did not retaliate. The only thing he could have done in this situation would be to bite Grimm's tongue. Was he really that upset? No. He would settle for hitting him later. Not to mention mouthwash.

For now though, he would return the kiss. He did love Grimmjow after all.

When he felt the other begin to quicken his thrusts, he knew the end was near. Even after his nose was released, he continued to kiss the other. This was too blissful a moment to get snippy. Then that same hand flocked down to his own forgotten member and stroked.

One thing was for sure, Grimmjow was a good lover. He was always making sure Ichigo got the most out of every go round.

One final stroke and Ichigo exhaled deeply as he came on the man's hand. Just a few thrusts later the deed was done. He could feel the pulsations as Grimmjow quickly pulled out of him.

Grimacing at the sight, Ichigo turned away as Grimmjow licked his hand clean. After minutes of heavy breaths, it became clear that a shower was necessary. Not wasting any time in his need to get clean, Ichigo was first off the bed and had to drag the larger man with him. They covered up with a towel and quickly hurried out of the room and into the bathroom.

Surely, there would be no play this time around.

After their bath, and a mouthwash, Ichigo poked his head out the bathroom door. He hadn't gotten any clothes for either him or Grimmjow on their way here. Seeing that it was all clear, he slowly crept out, holding Grimmjow's arm and dragging him along.

"Onii-chan. Is that you?" he heard Karin ask.

She was coming up the stairs.

"Shit!" Ichigo exclaimed, jetting for his room.

Immediately after getting in behind Ichigo, Grimmjow slammed the door, leaned against it, and slid down to the floor. The last thing he wanted was for Kurosaki's little sister to see him naked. Although he was all for showing himself off, he wasn't interested in doing so for that kind of audience.

Ichigo walked up in front of him with a t-shirt and pair of shorts in hand.

"No undies?"

"I told you I haven't done laundry yet. I was going to do it tonight."

Grimmjow cocked his head and gave a look, but took the clothes anyway.

"Wanna help me study?" brown eyes gleamed hopefully.

"I'd really rather not…"

"Fine.. Then watch tv or something."

At that, Ichigo walked over to his desk and sat down.

Grimmjow put on the clothes and jumped onto the bed. He got as comfortable as possible and lay quietly in place. He then began observing.

Particularly, he observed the little things about his lover. The way Kurosaki brought his pencil to his lips when he was stuck, or the way he pinched the top right corner of the textbook pages in his fingers even when he had just changed the page.

Ichigo looked over to him, "You know what I've always wanted to do, Grimmjow?" he asked.

Grimmjow shook his head.

"I've always wanted to go to med school and come back here to take over the clinic. But, I don't think I'm good enough so I'm not sure what I'll do once I graduate… With hope, I can at least assist dad for a while and get some more experience."

"Well, I believe in you. I mean, you came through for me lots of times. And all those days you had to work with your old man says you at least know what you're doing."

"Thanks, Grimm." Brown eyes looked to the blue ones staring in their direction.

"I'm working hard right now because I want to move out for good. And wherever I go, after you're done with school, I want you to come with me." Grimmjow said seriously.

"I… I couldn't leave Karakura… Here is where I belong… But I'm sure we can work something out. Like, you could stay here…with me…?"

"Well shit. I can't stay here. I work in Tokyo. There's no way I can drive back and forth between the two every day, Kurosaki."

Ichigo looked back down to his homework, "I know… But we'll find a way. For now, let's just enjoy the weekends we have together."

"If I can get high enough up the ladder, I'll get paid enough so you won't ever have to work." The bluenette smirked.

"I can't just sit around being some housewife…or househusband..."

"Don't stress over this so much, Kurosaki. I have this gut feeling that things'll be okay. We got time. Lots of it."

Ichigo sighed and closed his textbooks, "Right. Let's go see a movie or something."

"All right, let's do it." Grimmjow said, hopping off the bed.

The future was so daunting right now. But as Grimmjow had said, somewhere deep down, Ichigo knew things would turn out okay. For as drawn to each other as they were, there was no distance that couldn't be overcome. It was just an obstacle. And once an obstacle is overcome, whatever has overcome it becomes that much stronger.

Love was no different.