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Chapter V
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Chapter V
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Ichigo snarled at the blue-haired man standing across from him after having checked that his friends were a relatively safe distance away (there is no safe distance where Grimmjow is concerned, Ichigo thought). The carrot-top shunpo-ed in directly in front of Grimmjow and punched the smirking bastard in the face, wincing as his knuckles scraped the bone mask. Grimmjow just laughed at him, which only incensed him more, so Ichigo hooked a hand around his neck, blunt nails clawing at the skin there as he twined his fingers painfully into blue hair and yanked the surprised Espada forward.
Ichigo’s lips crashed into Grimmjow’s rather violently and the teal-haired bastard shivered. The kiss was his favorite kind; it was not gentle, nor was it loving or tender. Grimmjow knew his lips would be swollen and kiss-bruised, but he couldn’t bring himself to care as he smirked into the kiss. He shoved his tongue into the Shinigami’s mouth, caressing, no, plundering Ichigo’s mouth until the younger man snarled and bit his tongue, drawing more blood. Grimmjow grinned; yes, he loved the taste of blood.
Just as soon as the kiss, if it could be called a kiss, began, it ended. Ichigo sprang away from him and punched the blue-haired fucktard again, in the mouth. This time Grimmjow was not laughing; instead, he spat out blood that Ichigo assumed was a mixture from the kiss and the punch, and turned his blue eyes on the seething strawberry. Ichigo nearly withered under the intense, heated stare of his enemy and for long moments the two stood on the street, just staring at each other, drinking the other in. Then Grimmjow opened his mouth.
“What the fuck was that for, retard?”
Ichigo stared at him a little longer before answering, “You ignore me for two months, and then you come here and all you can say is ‘yo, Shinigami’? What the fuck.”
Grimmjow stared at Ichigo, surprised, before breaking into his half-mad smile as he walked slowly, purposefully closer to the shorter man. “Ichi, you missed me, didn’t you?” He murmured, raising a suggestive eyebrow and slowly drawing Pantera.
Ichigo gave a strangled yell and surged forward, Zangetsu clashing with Pantera, their faces inches from each other. Grimmjow laughed and stole a kiss from the Shinigami, licking Ichigo’s lips to infuriate the younger man before dancing away, out of Ichigo’s reach.
Ichigo growled and leapt forward, bringing his sword up in a wide arch. Grimmjow laughed again and barely dodged the attack, saying, “Sorry kid. I know it’s been a long time and you can be mad if you want, but I’ve got something to tell you.”
“Later,” Ichigo snarled, calming down a bit as he gazed at the man across from him. “We have to at least keep up pretenses.” Both men kept circling, like alpha males vying for dominance. Ichigo suddenly stopped, almost catching Grimmjow off-guard, and lowered his sword, sighing. There was a slight pause before, “You’re right.”
Grimmjow lowered his sword as well and stared at the Shinigami, surprised. “About what?” And he added silently, ‘Since when do you admit when you’re wrong, brat?’
“I did miss you,” Ichigo mumbled, lowering his eyes to the ground. “It’s been two months.”
Grimmjow grinned, wondering how much that admission had hurt the Shinigami’s pride. He walked toward the teenager and, completely out of character, enveloped the kid in his arms. Ichigo gave a squawk of protest, but slowly relaxed in his lover’s arms, mumbling a repeat about keeping up pretenses. Deciding the kid was right, Grimmjow tightened his hold for a second before pulling back and kissing Ichigo soundly on the lips. The younger man sighed and pulled back, resting his forehead on Grimmjow’s chest.
A swift punch to the stomach had Grimmjow bending over and gasping, trying not to laugh.
‘Man, the kid’s all about surprises today.’
He jumped back to grab Pantera from where he dropped it, only to find Ichigo had already raised his sword in an offensive stance. The Sexta Espada lifted his own sword to block and smiled at his lover. “Keeping up pretenses, eh?”
Ichigo roared in anger, but his chocolate browns glinted with a different emotion; happiness, excitement. He jumped away only to charge back and attack the blue-haired man. The two enemies sparred for a good half an hour, enjoying and savoring every drop of blood they drew from one another.
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An hour later they were beginning to grow exhausted; the absence of adrenaline that had run through their veins and the blood lost between them making them drowsy. They had ended up sitting back to back in the grass of Karakura Park, panting and bleeding all over the ground. Grimmjow looked over his shoulder at the orange-haired kid and smirked; Ichigo looked to be asleep with his eyes closed and his face arranged in a peaceful expression Grimmjow had only seen after sex. So of course the bastard nudged his shoulder. Anything to wipe that peaceful look off the other’s face. Ichigo grunted and Grimmjow tried not to snicker.
“Hey kid, you think it’s been long enough to be convincing?” Ichigo hid a smile and kissed his shoulder, the only part of Grimmjow he could reach at the moment.
“Yeah. Hey Grimm?”
“Hmm?”
“Stay this time?”
Grimmjow opened his eyes and turned around to face the teenager, Ichigo’s back to his chest, and wrapped his arms loosely around him. “Ichigo. That’s why I came.”
The kid’s eyes widened comically and he strained his neck to get a glimpse of his lover to see if he was telling the truth. Grimmjow had to swallow his laugh. “What?! For real?”
“Yeah. Listen kid, Aizen-bastard found out about us. He had that freak Ulquiorra follow me the last time I came to see you. Then when I tried to go see you a week later, he followed me himself and caught me. He took me to the dungeons and kept me in there for the past two months. Damn son of a bitch,” Grimmjow growled. He looked up to see Ichigo staring at him. “Obviously I escaped and came here. Although,” the Espada continued, rubbing his chin, “I wouldn’t be surprised if he let me go on purpose.”
Ichigo sighed and snuggled into Grimmjow’s loose embrace and mumbled, “We should get to the Urahara Shoten. He’ll give you a gigai for now, but we’ll have to explain ourselves.” Grimmjow understood what that last statement meant and sighed in agreement.
“Might as well, since Aizen knows I bet the whole of Hueco Mundo knows too.” Ichigo just nodded against him and made to get up to take him to Urahara’s. Grimmjow grabbed his wrist to stop him and for a moment they both just stared at each other, chocolate brown into sky blue, and then Grimmjow pulled him in for a soft, almost chaste kiss (Or at least as chaste as Grimmjow gets, Ichigo thought, smirking).
They stood up together and Ichigo lead the Sexta Espada to the Shoten, hoping that his friends had gone home already so the lovers wouldn’t have to face them yet. Looking at Grimmjow, who was staring up into the sky with a thoughtful look on his face, Ichigo knew that they weren’t really ready to admit their relationship, but they would if they had to.
‘What is Soul Society going to think about me now?’
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Chapter V
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Ichigo snarled at the blue-haired man standing across from him after having checked that his friends were a relatively safe distance away (there is no safe distance where Grimmjow is concerned, Ichigo thought). The carrot-top shunpo-ed in directly in front of Grimmjow and punched the smirking bastard in the face, wincing as his knuckles scraped the bone mask. Grimmjow just laughed at him, which only incensed him more, so Ichigo hooked a hand around his neck, blunt nails clawing at the skin there as he twined his fingers painfully into blue hair and yanked the surprised Espada forward.
Ichigo’s lips crashed into Grimmjow’s rather violently and the teal-haired bastard shivered. The kiss was his favorite kind; it was not gentle, nor was it loving or tender. Grimmjow knew his lips would be swollen and kiss-bruised, but he couldn’t bring himself to care as he smirked into the kiss. He shoved his tongue into the Shinigami’s mouth, caressing, no, plundering Ichigo’s mouth until the younger man snarled and bit his tongue, drawing more blood. Grimmjow grinned; yes, he loved the taste of blood.
Just as soon as the kiss, if it could be called a kiss, began, it ended. Ichigo sprang away from him and punched the blue-haired fucktard again, in the mouth. This time Grimmjow was not laughing; instead, he spat out blood that Ichigo assumed was a mixture from the kiss and the punch, and turned his blue eyes on the seething strawberry. Ichigo nearly withered under the intense, heated stare of his enemy and for long moments the two stood on the street, just staring at each other, drinking the other in. Then Grimmjow opened his mouth.
“What the fuck was that for, retard?”
Ichigo stared at him a little longer before answering, “You ignore me for two months, and then you come here and all you can say is ‘yo, Shinigami’? What the fuck.”
Grimmjow stared at Ichigo, surprised, before breaking into his half-mad smile as he walked slowly, purposefully closer to the shorter man. “Ichi, you missed me, didn’t you?” He murmured, raising a suggestive eyebrow and slowly drawing Pantera.
Ichigo gave a strangled yell and surged forward, Zangetsu clashing with Pantera, their faces inches from each other. Grimmjow laughed and stole a kiss from the Shinigami, licking Ichigo’s lips to infuriate the younger man before dancing away, out of Ichigo’s reach.
Ichigo growled and leapt forward, bringing his sword up in a wide arch. Grimmjow laughed again and barely dodged the attack, saying, “Sorry kid. I know it’s been a long time and you can be mad if you want, but I’ve got something to tell you.”
“Later,” Ichigo snarled, calming down a bit as he gazed at the man across from him. “We have to at least keep up pretenses.” Both men kept circling, like alpha males vying for dominance. Ichigo suddenly stopped, almost catching Grimmjow off-guard, and lowered his sword, sighing. There was a slight pause before, “You’re right.”
Grimmjow lowered his sword as well and stared at the Shinigami, surprised. “About what?” And he added silently, ‘Since when do you admit when you’re wrong, brat?’
“I did miss you,” Ichigo mumbled, lowering his eyes to the ground. “It’s been two months.”
Grimmjow grinned, wondering how much that admission had hurt the Shinigami’s pride. He walked toward the teenager and, completely out of character, enveloped the kid in his arms. Ichigo gave a squawk of protest, but slowly relaxed in his lover’s arms, mumbling a repeat about keeping up pretenses. Deciding the kid was right, Grimmjow tightened his hold for a second before pulling back and kissing Ichigo soundly on the lips. The younger man sighed and pulled back, resting his forehead on Grimmjow’s chest.
A swift punch to the stomach had Grimmjow bending over and gasping, trying not to laugh.
‘Man, the kid’s all about surprises today.’
He jumped back to grab Pantera from where he dropped it, only to find Ichigo had already raised his sword in an offensive stance. The Sexta Espada lifted his own sword to block and smiled at his lover. “Keeping up pretenses, eh?”
Ichigo roared in anger, but his chocolate browns glinted with a different emotion; happiness, excitement. He jumped away only to charge back and attack the blue-haired man. The two enemies sparred for a good half an hour, enjoying and savoring every drop of blood they drew from one another.
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An hour later they were beginning to grow exhausted; the absence of adrenaline that had run through their veins and the blood lost between them making them drowsy. They had ended up sitting back to back in the grass of Karakura Park, panting and bleeding all over the ground. Grimmjow looked over his shoulder at the orange-haired kid and smirked; Ichigo looked to be asleep with his eyes closed and his face arranged in a peaceful expression Grimmjow had only seen after sex. So of course the bastard nudged his shoulder. Anything to wipe that peaceful look off the other’s face. Ichigo grunted and Grimmjow tried not to snicker.
“Hey kid, you think it’s been long enough to be convincing?” Ichigo hid a smile and kissed his shoulder, the only part of Grimmjow he could reach at the moment.
“Yeah. Hey Grimm?”
“Hmm?”
“Stay this time?”
Grimmjow opened his eyes and turned around to face the teenager, Ichigo’s back to his chest, and wrapped his arms loosely around him. “Ichigo. That’s why I came.”
The kid’s eyes widened comically and he strained his neck to get a glimpse of his lover to see if he was telling the truth. Grimmjow had to swallow his laugh. “What?! For real?”
“Yeah. Listen kid, Aizen-bastard found out about us. He had that freak Ulquiorra follow me the last time I came to see you. Then when I tried to go see you a week later, he followed me himself and caught me. He took me to the dungeons and kept me in there for the past two months. Damn son of a bitch,” Grimmjow growled. He looked up to see Ichigo staring at him. “Obviously I escaped and came here. Although,” the Espada continued, rubbing his chin, “I wouldn’t be surprised if he let me go on purpose.”
Ichigo sighed and snuggled into Grimmjow’s loose embrace and mumbled, “We should get to the Urahara Shoten. He’ll give you a gigai for now, but we’ll have to explain ourselves.” Grimmjow understood what that last statement meant and sighed in agreement.
“Might as well, since Aizen knows I bet the whole of Hueco Mundo knows too.” Ichigo just nodded against him and made to get up to take him to Urahara’s. Grimmjow grabbed his wrist to stop him and for a moment they both just stared at each other, chocolate brown into sky blue, and then Grimmjow pulled him in for a soft, almost chaste kiss (Or at least as chaste as Grimmjow gets, Ichigo thought, smirking).
They stood up together and Ichigo lead the Sexta Espada to the Shoten, hoping that his friends had gone home already so the lovers wouldn’t have to face them yet. Looking at Grimmjow, who was staring up into the sky with a thoughtful look on his face, Ichigo knew that they weren’t really ready to admit their relationship, but they would if they had to.
‘What is Soul Society going to think about me now?’
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