It had been a little over six months since he and Grimmjow finally proclaimed mutual love for each other, in fact today would make the fourth month since Grimmjow moved in with him. Their relationship only got stronger when he moved in, not to say it didn't have it's small bumps in the road as any relationship would have. Though, at the end of the day their love for each other usually came out on top instead of the argument at hand.
Ichigo let out a growl of frustration when he once again couldn't get his hair the way he wanted it to look. He needed to look nice for what Grimmjow had planned and he just could not get this one thing right. He washed the styling gel from his hair once again sighing as he used the last of Grimmjow's coconut scented shampoo.
Great, now I gotta get more of his fancy shampoo.
Quite frankly it wasn't even his hair that was aggravating him, but rather the fact that he was going to have dinner with Grimmjow's parents – along with a few other important unnamed guests – which meant the orangette wasn't going to leave the house looking any type of way. If Grimmjow's parent's didn't like him, Ichigo didn't think he would be able to live it down.
He grabbed his comb parting the right side of his hair, then grabbed a dollar coin sized dollop of hair gel and evened out the top and sides. He picked up a brush flattening out the left side then did the same with the top which veered over to the right. He looked at himself in the mirror, his neck and chest freckled with large reddish-brown hickeys. He tilted his head so his neck was pointed right at the mirror then leaned in close to get a better view; Ichigo could have killed Grimmjow for doing this.
He blankly glanced out the window to see that it was snowing once more, it wasn't heavy or piled too high, nevertheless it was still freezing. Karakura winters were unquestionably harsh. The snow still managed to cover the sidewalks, the lawn, but luckily the streets were cleared. Before Ichigo could really notice, a smile spread on his lips at the thoughts of what happened a couple nights ago that had wouldn't have happened if it weren't for all the snow.
Both men were lucky enough to have the day off from their busy lives and took advantage of it by simply relaxing together.
Grimmjow had his arm wrapped comfortably around Ichigo's stomach as they spooned on the loveseat in the living room. Shiro had fallen asleep on the coffee table where their warm cups of hot chocolate spiked with liquor sat. Beyond the small wooden table, a flat screen television – thanks to Grimmjow – was mounted up above the roaring wood-burning fireplace. Ichigo pulled the home knitted blanket over his nose to cover his face as the cool weather was still managing to get to him.
A soft instrumental played in the movie, and it wasn't long before the lyrics were being sang; not only by the characters in the movie, but very softly by Grimmjow.
"Do you wanna build a Snowman?
Come on lets go and play
I never see you anymore
Come out the door
It's like you've gone away
We used to be best buddies
And now we're not
I wish you would tell me why!
Do you wanna build a snowman?
It doesn't have to be a snowman..."
Sure, Grimmjow sang all the time, but he never heard the man sing to something like this. As the blunet continued softly whispering the lyrics, his arm tightened around Ichigo's stomach.
"You're silently judgin' me aren't ya?" Grimmjow said with a chuckle.
"Not at all, just a little surprised. I didn't know you've seen this before, let alone know the lyrics to the songs."
Grimmjow pressed a soft kiss behind Ichigo's ear before speaking once more. "Yeah, I decided to check it out a couple times myself before watching it with you. Outta all the songs, this one was my favorite. I used to love the snow as a kid."
Ichigo tensed momentarily as the hot spot behind his neck was kissed, he figured it would've been best to ignore it for now. "You never told me that Grimm, I always thought you hated the snow. Since winter started you haven't once tried to do anything outside."
Grimmjow placed another kiss behind his ear, then another at the shell. "The winters in Germany are a lot better than the winters here, it's just bone-chillin' cold here. 'Sides, I've been busy you know that."
"Ah..Grimmjow...what the hell have you been so busy with?" Ichigo's eyes closed, his lips pressing together as he tried to keep himself together. He hated when Grimmjow teased him, it was never fair.
"Don't worry about it, I'll tell ya later." Grimmjow advanced to kissing Ichigo's neck, his teeth carefully nipping at his skin. The stubble from his face brushed up against his skin making it sensitive to the touch. With a cool tickle up his spine Ichigo shivered with a faint gasp.
"Still cold?" Grimmjow spoke softly into Ichigo's ear.
Another shudder ran down Ichigo's spine, and he turned his head to face Grimmjow. He could smell the scotch on his breath, and craved to taste the faint chocolate scent that lingered behind. He placed a cool hand on Grimmjow's jaw, chewing the back of his bottom lip as he felt the scruff stubble that had grown there.
"A little."
Ichigo let his eyes wander into Grimmjow's, even in the dim light of the fireplace and the movie that played in the background they still managed to practically glow. He slid his hand down from his cheek to his neck, and down to the soft hairs of his naked chest. After feeling the male's erect nipples against his palm, Ichigo visibly chewed his bottom lip.
"Looks like you're cold too."
"Stop bitin' your lower lip." His eyes narrowed with his voice going down an octave.
"Make me."
"No. Not until the movie's done."
Ichigo should have been ashamed of himself for acting like a horny teenager in a dark movie theater, but he couldn't help himself. It had been nearly two weeks since they had quality time with each other, let alone time to be intimate. Grimmjow hadn't only been really busy with Espada stuff, but also a secret project that he refused to tell Ichigo about, and only God knows whatever else. Ichigo wouldn't intervene in Grimmjow's work because of his own selfish needs, but dammit the man was his, and he missed him and that piece of meat between his legs.
"But, I missed you..." Ichigo said kissing the finger pressed to his lips.
"I missed you too Ichi, but you've been raggin' me about how much you wanted to watch this. Let's finish it."
No more mister nice guy.
Ichigo let his hand drift down from his nipples, and past his abs to rub the outline of Grimmjow's half erect cock through his pajama pants. The member soon grew fully erect in Ichigo's hand, and that's when he slipped his hand past the waistband to let his cool hand, wrap around the hot shaft.
"Pause it."
Grimmjow grabbed the remote from his side of the couch immediately pausing the movie, his breathing already becoming heavier. As Ichigo pulled the blanket off them, Grimmjow sat up normally. Since the movie was frozen in time, the only sounds came from the crackling of the fireplace, and the cold winds scratching against the window.
Ichigo decided not to sit up, but instead straddled himself to Grimmjow's waist. The only item of clothing Ichigo wore was the pair of dark red and black plaid pajama pants. They of which were tugged down just far enough to let his own erection spring free, by Grimmjow before he managed to settle on his hips.
Grimmjow pulled Ichigo's hand away from his cock, then wrapped his bigger hand around them both to stroke them together. Ichigo's mouth parted open as he was touched for the first time in a while and Grimmjow took advantage of it by catching him in a deep open mouthed kiss. Ichigo almost forgot how to kiss the man, but instinct took over as Grimmjow's tongue slid against his own inviting him to fight.
He leaned to the kiss as much as he could to let his tongue wrestle with Grimmjow's for dominance. Ichigo's hands pressed flat against Grimmjow's chest, his fingers slowly running through the cotton candy colored chest hairs. Ichigo moaned into the kiss as Grimmjow brought his hand to his ass in a stinging, loud smack followed by a greedy grasp. The kisses soon became nothing more than teeth, tongue and drool. Grimmjow's hand tightened significantly on their cocks. The hand clenching Ichigo's ass cheek trailed up his lower back, then back down to spank him once more over and over again.
Ichigo didn't care what it was that was making Grimmjow so aggressive, he just didn't want it to stop.
He nearly whined when Grimmjow pulled their mouths apart to devour his neck; his teeth sunk in fairly deep, his tongue swirled around the flesh, and somehow at the same time he sucked tightly leaving a nasty bruise. Grimmjow moved to the other side of his neck, then down right beneath Ichigo's Adam's apple to do it once more, and finally to his chest, taking one his nipples into his mouth. Ichigo's back arched to his mouth, and soon the hands that rested on his chest began to push back.
Grimmjow looked up at him his eyes no longer containing the glow they had before but instead a darker more inscrutable shade. Ichigo could feel the man growling as he took deep breaths in and out. The man was far more aroused than he let on to be.
Ichigo pulled Grimmjow's hand off their bordered cocks, and the other off his sure-to-be-bruised ass, to stand up. He shoved his pants all the way down, then stepped out of them so that they could pool around his ankles. Grimmjow sat on the couch mindlessly stroking his cock, watching as Ichigo bared himself completely. Ichigo went down to his knees, to pull Grimmjow's pants down to fall at his ankles, then pressed his hands to Grimmjow's knees guiding them apart. He moved between them grabbing Grimmjow's cock from his hand to stroke it himself. Ichigo peppered kisses up Grimmjow's thigh to his scrotum where he began to nip at the thin skin. Grimmjow moaned in appreciation, placing a hand in Ichigo's hair petting him in encouragement.
He inwardly rolled his eyes at the change of behavior.
Now he wants to act docile...
Ichigo licked up the underside of Grimmjow's cock as if it were a melting popsicle, then took the skin covered head into mouth alone. He moaned softly at the salty, musky flavor of Grimmjow's precum; the nostalgic taste bringing goosebumps to his heating skin. His swirled his tongue around the sensitive organ and used his lips to push down the foreskin so he could fully tease him. Grimmjow's back stilled against the cushions, his lower half bucking in the sweet torture Ichigo was inflicting. Ichigo managed to hear his name in a very sultry whisper, followed by sharp gasps and hollow breaths.
You haven't seen anything yet baby.
Before Grimmjow could get too comfortable with the teasing, Ichigo purposely grazed his teeth along the head, then moved down doing so until his mouth was filled with cock. He looked up at Grimmjow to relay his reactions, but his face was up at the ceiling and his mouth agape.
So far, so good.
Ichigo began bobbing his head up and down making as much noise as he possibly could. He slurped up the drool that was messily dribbling down the shaft as he bobbed up and down, which was soon followed by soft groans as Grimmjow tried to force him down even further. Ichigo pulled his hand away from Grimmjow's cock, then balled his hand into a tight fist, as he took the man's rod into his throat without gagging. His nose got lost in the field of Grimmjow's coarse pubic hairs, but just the scent alone was enough to make precum leak from Ichigo's neglected cock. With Grimmjow's hand forcing Ichigo down on his cock, the male didn't move for a moment, but allowed his throat expand and contract around the organ in his throat as he focused air in through his nose. When Grimmjow finally let his head go, Ichigo immediately pulled back panting for air for a few moments then leaned back in to take Grimmjow's cock once more.
"No. Get up here. Now." He spoke brusquely staring down at Ichigo with eyes much darker than before.
With a nod of his head and a wipe of his mouth Ichigo was once again up on his feet and moments after straddling his lap once again. Grimmjow wasted no time in wetting his middle and ring fingers with his own mouth and slipping them into Ichigo's entrance. Ichigo's jaw clenched as he hissed in the slight burn of being stretched, but Grimmjow kept pressing his fingers in until they completely disappeared.
"Nn.. A-ah! Wait, wait, wait!"
Grimmjow of course did the opposite and instead began to rotate his wrist, stretching Ichigo out even further. When he quickly slipped the digits out, Ichigo swallowed thickly in relief, but nearly choked as they slammed back with his prostate being their main objective. Ichigo lowered his face to the crook of Grimmjow's neck silencing his desperate cries for more.
"Your ass is wearing my fingers like a glove. I forgot how tight you were. I'm gonna have to stretch ya a little more." His voice was just low, and just gruff enough for Ichigo to hear.
A third finger slipped in and with the three digits began to expertly scissor in and out of his hole. His hips began to eagerly grind, wiggle, and buck against his blunt movements, while his both his hands clawed down Grimmjow's biceps. Ichigo couldn't believe how wantonly his body was acting at the few fingers stretching and relaxing his entrance, but honestly he really didn't care. Grimmjow pressed all three of the fingers double knuckle deep and slowly added more and more pressure against Ichigo's prostate until they practically hooked there.
"Ya still want me to wait?"
He could practically hear the smirk on his face.
Ichigo could hardly breathe let alone respond, so he shook his head and placed a few soft kisses up to his ear whispering.
"Please..."
Grimmjow let the fingers slip from his hole; Ichigo pulled away from his neck and reached his hand back to position his cock comfortably at his entrance.
No other words were exchanged, as they both managed to get lost in each others eyes. Ichigo slowly seated himself on Grimmjow's cock his mouth opened to let out a soft gasp. Grimmjow's eyebrows furrowed upon his forehead, as he positioned a hand to caress Ichigo's cheek with the other at his ass spreading him so he could properly adjust to his thick length. When every inch of Grimmjow's cock disappeared inside of him, Ichigo just sat there slowly rocking his hips to allow his inner cavity room to stretch.
Ichigo felt his eyes water while a smile spread on his lips; they weren't tears of pain, sadness, or anguish but rather in overwhelming joy. There was no doubt in his mind that Grimmjow was the love of his life. No one in the world could make him feel the way Grimmjow did, physically, spiritually, and emotionally and there was no way Ichigo could ever express that to him. This feeling was something he couldn't ever describe, it was just...perfect.
The blunet brushed his thumbs underneath Ichigo's eye to stop the tears from rolling down his cheek, then simultaneously kissed his lips. When he stopped kissing he didn't pull away, but rather pressed his forehead to Ichigo's with his eyes closed.
"You're such a sap Strawberry."
Ichigo laughed softly sniffling away the unshed tears.
"Baka, you made me this way."
Grimmjow let out a warm chuckle, pecking his lips once more.
"Well right now..." Grimmjow began to move his hips, grinding his cock around inside Ichigo. "I wanna do something else to ya."
Just that small stimulation sent sparks of pleasure through Ichigo, and his back arched to accept more of it. His lips briefly parted and his arms fell back so his hands could steady onto Grimmjow's muscular, thick thighs. Grimmjow flattened his hands on Ichigo's back embracing him, and slowly he began to thrust into him. The orangette began to rock his hips back and forth. Soon enough Ichigo was on his back with his legs in the air, and from that point he didn't have much leeway when Grimmjow began to really pound into him. The soft groans that left Ichigo harmonized well with the low grunts and the occasional 'fuck' that left Grimmjow masked squeaking springs in the sofa. Grimmjow grabbed both of Ichigo's legs and secured them over his left shoulder with both his arms tightly embracing them.
Ichigo tried to look up at him, but his back kept jolting off the couch from the askew hits to the bundle of nerves Grimmjow seemed intent on aiming his cock at. His nails clawed into the cushions of the sofa which hardly compared to the lustful moans that ripped from his throat every few moments. He didn't even notice his own weeping erection until it began to slap against his stomach spilling his precum all over his abdomen.
"Say it." Grimmjow spoke in a low whisper.
Ichigo opened his mouth to speak, but all that game out were sharp gasps as Grimmjow's filled him with every single inch that he had. He bit harshly into his bottom lip harshly, a husky groan leaving him as Grimmjow rotated his hips in circles. Ichigo eventually let his lip go and opened his eyes slowly to see crystalline blue orbs salaciously watching him squirm in place. He pressed a soft kiss to Ichigo's calf before nipping it. Ichigo unconsciously reached for his neglected manhood, but Grimmjow beat him to it and tightly gripped the base holding it steady.
"Say it!" He growled with his jaw clenched.
The 'full' feeling that drove Ichigo mad was gone as Grimmjow momentarily pulled his cock all the way out. He grabbed the shaft of his cock and began tugging at it without any mercy; Ichigo writhed in his spot on the couch as he tried to hold out the best he could but, when Grimmjow slammed himself back in to continue the slow, rough, demanding thrusts he couldn't take anymore. His cock to blasted a few thick loads of his hot semen on his stomach, chest, and just a bit on his chin. As an almost tearfully strong orgasm ripped from his soul Ichigo brokenly shrieked.
"F-Fu-Fuck! Hnghh! I lov... Oh god! Grimmj...a-ah! I l-love you!"
"Fuck yeah...I love you...too...Ichi..go!" Grimmjow's breathing got choppy and heavy as he slowed his thrusts down to a strong, trembling halt. Ichigo could feel his insides being flooded with every drop of his lover's hot seed.
Neither of them moved; Ichigo honestly couldn't have gotten up even if he'd really wanted to. His back still twitched as the after-effects of his orgasm high washed through him from head-to-toe. His heart hammered in his chest, and he could practically hear it drumming in his ears. His eyelids felt as if they were tied down by sandbags; sleep was only a few milliseconds away.
"Hey, Ich." Grimmjow spoke in a hushed tone.
"Hnn?"
"Still wanna know what I've been up to?"
"Mhmn..."
"Ya sure?"
"Just tell me babe..."
Grimmjow peppered soft gingerly kisses on his calf, speaking between each touch. "I should've..mentioned this..earlier, but..my parents..are in town...and..they wanna meet you."
Ichigo's eyes shot open and instantly he sat up using his arms to prop him up.
"What?!"
Grimmjow closed his eyes and gave a sheepish smirk.
"Surprise..."
Bang! Bang! Bang!"
"Ichigo!"
The orangette nearly jumped out of his skin as the loud noises tore him from his daydreaming. He walked over to the door unlocking it then opened it to see Grimmjow who was fully dressed.
He wore a white v-neck crochet cardigan, with a pale blue collared shirt beneath it. He wore a very nice pair of lightly bleached dark denim jeans with square toed designer shoes, topped with a black fedora with a strip of pale blue around the base.
"You're still in a towel? What the hell Ichigo. What coulda possibly been takin' so long?"
Ichigo felt his face flush as he looked down at Grimmjow's black leather shoes mumbling a timid response. "My hair."
He was surprised when Grimmjow didn't immediately begin laughing in his face then ridiculing him for worrying about something like that. What was really surprising was that the blunet carefully cupped Ichigo's chin and tilted it up so he wasn't looking down anymore.
"Your hair looks great."
Ichigo tried to fight the blush that burned his cheeks, but didn't attempt to hide the smile that curled at the corners of his mouth.
"You think your mom and dad will like it?"
"Oui.And they'll love you. But probably not as much as I do."
Grimmjow placed a soft kiss on Ichigo's forehead, momentarily dispelling any kind of anxiety that clouded his mind. "Stop worrying and go get dressed. I bought you a couple new clothes, they're laid out on the bed."
Although it had been nearly half a year since they were committed to each other, Ichigo could still feel the butterflies whenever Grimmjow was actually sweet to him. The blunet could definitely be an insensitive, coldhearted asshole, but he did have his moments where he astonished Ichigo with heartwarming gestures. The warmth of Grimmjow's affection radiated from Ichigo as he now grinned and made his way toward the bedroom to get dressed.
When Ichigo took a gander at the outfit the man laid out for him, the smile on his face stretched even further. Grimmjow got him a white long-sleeve button up, a black peacoat, a vanilla colored scarf, white slim straight jeans, and a pair of suede boots. It all looked so stylish, and rather pricey too, Ichigo would've never thought to wear something like it; if anything he would've worn skinny jeans with a nice collared shirt and a tie.
In a matter of ten minutes Ichigo was fully dressed, proud that he didn't fuck up his hair at all then made his way out of the bedroom anxious to see what Grimmjow thought about how it looked. Strangely he wasn't in the bathroom – or the hallway – or the living room either.
Ichigo walked to the kitchen to see Grimmjow and Shiro once again eating ice cream. Shiro was no longer a small snowball sized tabby, but a much bigger much more mischievous kitten. Ichigo grabbed the small carton of ice cream off the countertop, along with the lid hearing synchronous complaints from his pet and his lover.
"C'mon!"
"Mrowr!"
"Grimmjow we're about to have dinner and stop feeding Shirosaki ice cream you're going to get him fat."
After sitting the tub back into the freezer, Shiro hopped off the counter and padded somewhere else realizing he wasn't getting anymore sweets.
"This is why Shiro likes me more, you're a killjoy."
Ichigo pinched the bridge of his nose, his eyes squeezing closed. "No. He likes you more because you feed him all my ice cream."
"Don't you mean our ice cream?"
Ichigo looked up at Grimmjow to see a contemptuous smirk on his face; the orangette rolled his eyes and placed his hands on Grimmjow's neck.
"One day."
Grimmjow brought his hand to Ichigo's lower back the smirk on his face widening. "Mm, I knew I'd get you to try some kinky shit with me."
Ichigo tried to stop snicker that left him by clenching his jaw, but when he heard a soft laugh leave Grimmjow followed by a snort he gave up.
"You're so annoying."
He moved his hands from around his throat to curl around the back of his neck, pulling him down into a kiss.
"You're no walk in the park either." Grimmjow spoke against his lips and kissing him back.
"Shut up and tell me I look okay." Ichigo whispered against his lips.
"You look great. As always..." Grimmjow spoke curtly as the kiss deepened.
Ichigo's hands moved from the back of his neck to Grimmjow's strong jaw; his nose was filled with the scent of his after shave, while his hands stroked the smooth skin. The one thing Ichigo liked more than Grimmjow's five o'clock shadow, was when the man shaved his face smooth.
Their mouths opened and their tongues glided against each other, the fine taste of rich vanilla ice cream with Grimmjow's natural flavor, mixed with the very faint taste of mint swarmed his mouth. Grimmjow backed Ichigo up against the countertop adjacent to the refrigerator claiming dominance immediately.
A low groan left him as Grimmjow's hand moved down from his back to his ass groping it possessively. As horrible as it sounded Ichigo craved Grimmjow's touch, it was something he could find himself addicted to.
A quiet jingle suddenly rang from Grimmjow's pocket, and after a moment of letting it ring he broke the kiss and took a step back.
"Fuck." Ichigo swore under his breath as Grimmjow just left him with a severe case of blue balls.
He reached into his pants to quickly adjust himself, then he grabbed his own phone from his pocket using the front camera as a mirror to assess if he still looked decent. When he heard Grimmjow let off a sigh, he focused his attention on him.
"Bonjour mère.
Since Grimmjow's mother was French, and spoke only a small bit English and Japanese; Ichigo nearly forgotten that Grimmjow was fluent in all three languages.
Nous serons là bientôt.
Oui.
La réserve ne soit sous mon nom.
Très bien, merci. Au revoir."
All of the sudden Ichigo wasn't really turned on anymore, his stomach went into a tight knot, and he just overall felt uneasy.
Grimmjow ended the call after that stuffing his phone back into his pocket.
"Parents?"
He nodded. "My mother. They made it to the restaurant. You ready?"
Ichigo shook his head closing the gap between them to hug him. "I'm not hungry anymore."
"You wanna stay home and fuck around?" Grimmjow chuckled softly.
"Can we?" Ichigo asked in false hope.
Grimmjow leaned down to chastely kiss his lips.
"It'll be alright. Don't be nervous, I'll be with you the whole time."
Ichigo gave Grimmjow's body a warm squeeze, then let go with a deep breath.
"Okay. I'm ready."
Ichigo wasn't paying attention while Grimmjow drove, or anything he was more so focused on what he was actually in for. He didn't know who was going to be there; he did say that the dinner was going to be a small group of people. Never did the blunet specify on exactly who would be there. If that wasn't enough to think about, Ichigo couldn't figure out what he could say or how he should act. Would Grimmjow's mother seriously judge him because he didn't speak French? If he would've had more time to prepare he would've at least learned a few phrases.
When the car actually stopped and Grimmjow shut off the engine, and the snapping of his seatbelt being unbuckled tore Ichigo from his thinking. The drive to the restaurant was about twenty to thirty minutes, but they seemed to get there in a flash. Ichigo looked up with a forced smile, he was having about a billion panic attacks in his head, but he knew this was something he had to overcome. He took off his own seatbelt, and opened his own door as Grimmjow gave the keys to the valet. Ichigo took Grimmjow's arm as he walked them into the restaurant that had to have been the size of a small hotel.
Ichigo hadn't been in anything so nice before; there wasn't much on the first floor except men in suits, and women in tight cocktail dresses having drinks and socializing. There was light lounge music playing in the background, and further back there were tables where people ate really good looking food with whole bottles of champagne in silver ice buckets. Ichigo had forgotten how hungry he was, a prime cut of medium rare steak sounded like heaven right now.
"Right this way Gentlemen." The host spoke in a feigned and very exaggerated French accent.
Ichigo's feet moved in autopilot as the host guided them to the second floor, he truly was mesmerized with how elegant the place was. His skin prickled when his mind went into critical thinking mode; this occasion must have been a pretty huge deal if Grimmjow went through the trouble to book a reservation here.
"Your party awaits through here. You are but the last of the guests to arrive." The host spoke one final time, and Grimmjow slipped the man a yen note before dismissing him with a nod of his head. Ichigo was standing in front of a set of double doors, and behind him was a flight of red velvet carpeted steps heading back down to the first floor.
There's no turning back now.
Ichigo squeezed Grimmjow's bicep and held in a deep breath as they opened the double doors and walked in.
Inside the rather expanse second floor was practically everyone that the couple had known; Ichigo's immediate family, Grimmjow's parents, the Espada's, the staff of Orihime'scafe, and a handful of their close friends just socializing amongst themselves.
Everyone was dressed so formal, the room was intricately decorated in pristine white, there were even servers dressed in tuxedos. If that weren't enough there was a woman in the middle of the room playing quiet melodies on the piano. Instead of many tables everywhere there was only one long table with a white doily table cloth hanging over the top.
Ichigo was for a lack of better words astounded. He looked up at Grimmjow, the smile on his face expressing just how starstruck he was by everything.
"This is what you've been working so hard on?"
Grimmjow gave a smug grin, and coolly shrugged his shoulders.
"C'mon, I'll introduce you to my parents. Look at that, your dad's drinkin' with mine, saves us a little bit of effort yeah?"
For some reason Ichigo felt a lot better about the entire situation now that he knew what was going on, yeah he was still a bit nervous about meeting Grimmjow's parent's, though in the same breath he couldn't wait to actually talk to them.
Grimmjow's dad was – with no exaggeration – a perfectly aged, mirror image of Grimmjow. The same perfectly angled jaw, straight nose, he was a few inches taller than Grimmjow, and was impressively muscular for his age. The only thing that baffled Ichigo was that fact that his eyes weren't blue, they were emerald green.
He was well dressed in a creased white dress shirt, with a pull over charcoal-gray argyle sweater, pleated obsidian slacks and square toed shoes. He had the mix of ash gray in his electrically charged cyan hair tied back in a low ponytail, a neatly trimmed beard that was freckled with blue and gray. Regardless, Ichigo was a bit relieved to see that the Jaegerjaques men looked very well with age.
"Ah! My son, you look sharp for once. I take it that is why you are so late to your own party." Grimmjow's father had a light accent, Ichigo couldn't really decipher where it was from though. "And I take it this is your geliebte. Don't be rude introduce us."
Geliebte? Was that German?
Grimmjow was obviously forcing a smile as his bicep tensed when his father gave him a pat on the back.
"Ichigo, this is my father Gunter-Hans Jaegerjaques. Dad this is Ichigo Kurosaki."
"H-Hello Mr. Jaegerjaques."
The man was extremely intimidating – Ichigo's father was standing right next to him but the orangette had a severe case of tunnel vision. All he could really focus on was Gunter, whom stood right in front of him. He let go of Grimmjow's arm to shake hands with the man, but the elder blunet disregarded it and spoke with him directly. "I've heard a lot about you."
Ichigo put his hand down. "Good things I hope."
"Of course! You've finally got Grimmjow to settle down, and focus on something other than spending my money on that band of his. By now, I was hoping for grandchildren from my only son, but I am content that he has finally found a decent geliebte."
"Dad! Are you fuckin' serious?!" Grimmjow blurted out with a blush to his cheeks.
"Grimmjow it's fine. Look I-I'm sorry I can't give you grandchildren, but I really do love your son. I hope this doesn't mean we don't have your blessing with our relationship."
"Ah, that's exactly what your father and I were talking about before you two arrived. If you do ever want children, I would be happy to pay a surrogate and the whole process to pass on both genes."
"And I have a few connections in the medical community, Ichigo. You know none of that would be a problem with us both that is if you ever want children." Isshin finally added into the conversation.
"I-It's not that I'm not glad to hear that you accept us, but I mean...we're not even married." Ichigo said timidly, immediately regretting the words he spoke.
"Ichigo's right, we're really glad to have your support with everything but Dad you cannot keep harassing me about grandchildren. You have done this with every relationship I've been in since I turned eighteen!"
Gunter let out a hearty laugh, then brought Ichigo and Grimmjow into a tight embrace. "We're parents, we just want beautiful grandchildren from our beautiful boys to spoil."
Ichigo tried his hardest not to roll his eyes, it was obvious his father and the champagne had gotten to Gunter.
After a minute or so the hug finally broke and a very tall woman speaking fluent French, approached Grimmjow and embraced him upon giving him kisses on both his cheeks. After exchanging pleasantries and replying in a flawless string of French, Grimmjow turned his attention to Ichigo and spoke in a language Ichigo understood.
"Ichigo this is my mother Anastacie Jaegerjaques."
His mother was absolutely stunning, and honestly if it weren't for the intense cobalt eyes with teal markings beneath her eyelashes, he wouldn't have guessed the woman to be his mother. She had strawberry-blond hair which was pinned up in a bun with a pair of simple black hair sticks with two long bangs hanging loosely on the sides of her face. She wasn't wearing much makeup, but honestly she didn't need it. She didn't have very many wrinkles, her cheekbones still perked very high, and her body was practically flawless. She wore a black floor length halter dress with a slit up her leg to show here thigh highs stilettos, shoulder length black gloves, and a diamond encrusted necklace which hung just above her very subtle cleavage.
Anastacie gave Ichigo a tight hug, then placed two firm kisses on both his flushed cheeks.
"Uh.. Bonjour Mrs. Jaegerjaques." Ichigo spoke nervously after the very awkward embrace.
"Bonjour Ichigo. Call me Ana, no? You are beautiful young man and you love Grimmjow, oui?" Her English was extremely broken, and deeply sated by her French drawl, but he understood the context.
He was blushing to no ones surprise, but replied in the most simple response he could manage. "Oui!"
Anastacie gave a sweet laugh then, nodded her head upon giving Ichigo another kiss on the cheek. "Très bien."
"Go eat. You both look so pale.
Ichigo my gorgeous son have you not been eating? Your hair is losing it's bright sunset orange glow that Masaki had." Isshin ran his fingers through Ichigo's hair then turned his attention to Grimmjow. "My other beautiful son, you look to have lost weight since the last time you came to visit."
"Dad we've been eating just fine."
"Ah, then it must be all the sex you have, you do have you mother's libido after all. If that's the case I can see why Grimmjow has lost so much weight!" Isshin let out a soft sigh with a sappy grin. "Oh Masaki, if only Ichigo could birth our grandchildren..."
"That is it!" Ichigo's jaw clenched with his fists balled up to his sides. If it weren't for Grimmjow taking his dominant arm into his grip, Ichigo would've smashed his father's head into the ground.
"Lets go get a drink." Grimmjow practically dragged Ichigo away. Even into adulthood his father was the same goofy goat-faced man, who obsessed over his deceased mother, pried uncomfortably deep into his sex life and fantasized way too much over grandchildren.
After getting a safe distance away from their parents Grimmjow called over a server whom held imported beer on a platter, and grabbed two of the capless bottles.
"I'm so sorry." Ichigo sighed sipping the cold beer.
"For what? My parent's are the crazy ones. Outta everything they coulda said they had to bring up grandchildren." Grimmjow gave a brief sigh as well then sipped his beer.
"I'm so sure it was my dad's idea. He told me about that whole surrogate thingy when I came out to him as a teenager." Ichigo rolled his eyes placing the cold beer bottle on his forehead; he was so hot for some reason.
"Grandchildren aside, my parent's love ya I toldja there was nothing to worry about." Grimmjow brought his arm around him, in an embrace.
Ichigo smiled, and let out a sigh of relief. Grimmjow was right both their parents loved them, and accepted them as a couple. Ichigo truly appreciated the fact that Anastacie couldn't speak anything other than French. He honestly couldn't take another person commenting about babies.
"Enough standing around, let's go say hi to people." Ichigo said swallowing back more of the tongue pleasing beer.
"You sure you just don't wanna hide in a closet and make out?" Grimmjow spoke with a grin.
"Baka..we can do that later." Ichigo rolled his eyes with a smirk, then dragged the blunet into the small crowd of people.
After finally saying hi to everyone, Ichigo managed to lose Grimmjow. He was comfortably tipsy, but still didn't like being the least bit unconscious of his actions without Grimmjow there.
How do you lose a man with bright ass blue hair? What the fuck Ichigo...
He retraced his steps back to each person that they spoke with, but to no avail he couldn't find him. Ichigo was on the verge of leaving to scour the bathrooms, but something really familiar was playing in the background.
"Beethoven's Variations in F..." He mumbled to himself, then turned around making his way to the center of the room.
When he finally made it to the piano he noticed that the pianist was no longer there, but instead Grimmjow. He was really playing the song that, Ichigo was playing when they first met. Ichigo wanted to say something, but he didn't want to stop Grimmjow from playing, it sounded surprisingly well. Grimmjow had his lips pressed together in a straight line, his eyes were glued to the sheet music, but otherwise he looked relaxed if not to say peaceful. Grimmjow was good at many things, but playing piano was not one of them. When he finished playing the song he looked up from the sheet music and Ichigo stood behind him clapping.
"I can't believe you learned how to play that."
Grimmjow stood up, cupped Ichigo's jaw in his hands and kissed him. "It's our song isn't it?"
"First you plan all this, and you play our song? What're you up to Grimmjow Jaegerjaques?" Ichigo whispered upon planting another kiss on his lips.
"I think it's time to bring out the main course." The blunet stepped back, with the orangette's hand within his own. He brought Ichigo to the center most part of the table and pulled out a seat which was reserved for him. Everyone else began to disperse toward their seats at the table as if on cue, and once again Grimmjow disappeared. He started drinking water so he could relax, he could tell his face had become really flushed.
Yuzu sat across from him and Karin sat directly across from Grimmjow's spot, the twins sipped their water as well while conversing between themselves. Grimmjow really went through and had seats reserved for everyone as well, there was so much thought that went into this event.
When Grimmjow returned, the servers followed soon after, and sat down the entrees in front of each person.
Finally! Sustenance!
The entree smelled heavenly, and looked even better; mushroom sauteed,
medium-rare filet minon, with burnt to the crisp vegetable medley, a baked potato, a honey wheat bread roll and between each person, sat large wine glasses which were filled halfway with red wine.
"Grimmjow this looks great, did Orihime cater?" Ichigo set the white cloth napkin into his lap.
"She catered everything else, but her head chef Kensei Muguruma prepared all the food. It's a family recipe."
"Of course, you planned this too." Ichigo smiled up at him, then leaned over to kiss his jaw.
"It tastes better than it looks, dig in Strawberry." Grimmjow spoke with a smirk, then grabbed his own fork and knife and started eating.
Ichigo followed suit and cut into the juicy pink meat, and when he took it into his mouth he nearly cried. This was definitely the absolute best steak he'd ever had. He didn't even try to take his time when he ate, although he did take a moment to wash everything down with a bit of the wine every once and a while.
By the time he realized his food was gone everyone else had been finishing up with the same mentality he had. Ichigo swirled the last bit of wine around in his glass, with a very content hum; it was a while since he had a meal like that. It was a good thing he had forgotten to eat anything prior, otherwise he definitely wouldn't have been able to finish.
Grimmjow placed a hand on Ichigo's knee giving it a slight squeeze to get his attention. "The only other meat I've seen you inhale like that was mine. Heh, must've been good, yeah?"
Ichigo looked over at him with slightly pink cheeks and nodded his head. "It was fantastic Grimmjow, I really can't eat another bite."
"There's not even a bite left on your plate Ichi." He chuckled. "Now for the coup de grâce."
Please don't be dessert.
Grimmjow stood up from his seat with the wine glass and his spoon in hand. With three slight taps to it he finally spoke. "Can I get everyone's attention just for a sec?"
For the love of god, seriously don't be dessert.
"I really wanted to take a minute while you guys finished up to thank everyone for coming. I told everyone that the occasion was a secret, but I think that now is a good time to reveal it."
Ichigo continued to swirl the wine around in his glass, anxious to hear just why Grimmjow had all this planned.
"I hate to be 'that guy', but getting all of this together wasn't cheap. I've dropped 8.2 million yen on this, and I don't regret it at all.
But then again...a couple million yen is nothing when your band just landed a multibillion yen music contract with Sosuke Aizen's Las Noches record label!"
Everyone at the table was in an uproar, applauding and congratulating the group. Apparently even Grimmjow's band mates were oblivious to the record deal. Being the rock stars that they were, they swarmed Grimmjow as a group and formed a huge group hug around him tears, laughter, yelling and all.
This was a pretty huge deal and Ichigo couldn't stop smiling because of it. The Espadas did work excruciatingly hard, and they really did deserve it, though there was a slight selfish pang in Ichigo's chest; he knew that this record deal meant less time with Grimmjow.
When his band mates took their seats again, Grimmjow pressed on. "Tomorrow will start our intercontinental tour where we'll hit a few more countries here, head over to Europe, go through Australia, and our last stop will be in America. We've had our differences, hell there's not a single day where I don't want to rip out Nnoitra's windpipe."
No...this is why you planned all this?
"The feelin' mut'l Grimm!" Nnoitra said in a chuckle, as the table shared in the infectious laughter.
"But, we finally made it.
We wouldn've made it this far if it weren't for Orihime for lettin' us practice at her cafe. My parent's for unintentionally sponsoring us. And the most thanks goes to the love of my life Ichigo for just everything. Not only did he bring us together as a band, but he helped us write the songs, he's been at every single one of our concerts, and he's been nothing but a huge supporter to the band. He went through seeing me for less than a few hours a day, but we still made great use of those few hours." He chuckled.
Ichigo displayed a weak grin, then looked Grimmjow in the eyes.
"Ichigo there's no way I could ever thank ya for all that ya've done for me. Ya've always been by my side through every bump, hurdle and milestone. From bein' my best friend to my amazing boyfriend, ya've always been there.
I don't think I can go on tour let alone spend my life without ya by my side. I love ya so much and I have only one question for ya."
The room got quiet enough to hear a pin drop. Since Ichigo couldn't tear his eyes away from Grimmjow's he didn't see the man pull a small black box from his pocket. When he dropped to one knee, and opened it up Ichigo's mouth gaped open and silent tears rolled down his cheeks. Ichigo tried to look down at what Grimmjow held in his hand, but he already knew what it was. He couldn't bear to look at it. His beat rapidly in his chest.
Every time he tried to swallow more tears seemed to gush down his cheeks. He lost feeling in everything, and just focused on the words that left Grimmjow's mouth.
"Will ya marry me?"
The room got dead silent. No one dared to even blink until Ichigo replied.
A very large smile curved Ichigo's lips, as he violently bobbed his head up and down. "I-I thought you would never ask." He spoke in a low tone – which everyone heard – with a cracked voice, and a soft laugh.
The room filled with cheers, and monstrous applause as Grimmjow slipped the engagement ring on Ichigo's left ring finger. Ichigo stood up, his legs wobbling like a bowl of Jell-O, as Grimmjow brought him in for a deep kiss.
When the kiss broke, Ichigo put his hands to Grimmjow's cheeks where tears wet his palms. Ichigo laughed softly uttering the same words the man spoke to him a couple days ago. "You're such a sap Strawberry."
"Baka, you made me this way." Grimmjow laughed in returned then leaned in to kiss him once again.
AN: See! I can write fluffy yaoi AND delicious bara at the same time! Shawn does has a soft spot for old school romance T~T *sniffles* I love weddings. Ahem! Um anyways...there ya have it. It took me a while to finish, but I really wanted it to go smoothly since it was an epilogue. I didn't even realize I wrote so much either. Thanks for all the reviews, I'm surprised this story got so much attention actually. Who can guess what movie was playing when Ichigo and Grimmjow got busy on the couch; D and what song was Grimmjow singing along to? The more people that get it right, the faster I'll try and upload the second chapter to Unspoken ~. Let me know what you guys think, reviews, criticisms, suggestions, and questions are always welcome! Thanks for reading, alerting, and reviewing!
Until next time,
~Shawn
Translations
Bonjour - Hello
Mère. - Mother.
Nous serons là bientôt. - We'll be there soon.
Oui. - Yes.
La réserve ne soit sous mon nom. - The reservation is under my name.
Très bien. - Okay
Merci. - Thank you.
Au revoir. - Goodbye.
Coup de grâce - Final blow
Geliebte – significant other, boyfriend, girlfriend, lover, etc.
8.2 million yen – apx. 750,000 USD
Baka – idiot