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Chapter IV

Comfortable... his mind thought sluggishly in his half conscious state and he willed his body to sink deeper into that warmth. He tried to stretch out his arms and legs to get comfortable, but found his bed wasn't quite as big as he thought. Confusion filled him and he groaned, trying to get comfortable by tossing and turning until he rolled over the edge and found himself falling. A yelp escaped his lips when he hit the ground and he shot up, his eyes wide.

"What the hell? What is this?" he asked himself, rubbing his eyes before taking a look around at his surroundings. Noticing a couch instead of a bed, he stood abruptly, nearly falling over in the process since he was still somewhat asleep and stiff. His back hurt and his muscles ached from sleeping on a couch, no matter how comfortable it was suppose to be.

Looking around once more, he suddenly remembered that he had never gone home.

Why did I stay, again?

"You're such a cute drunk," a voice said from across the room and he snapped his head around to meet cerulean eyes.

"Wha-?"

"Sit down and gather your thoughts. I'm making breakfast." The man gave him a side smile and turned to leave the room.

Ichigo ignored his command to sit back down and hurried after him, stumbling along the way. He could smell hickory sausage, eggs, waffles... It smelled divine. Just more of the amazing cooking skills that Grimmjow seemed to possess.

"You don't listen very well, do you?" Grimmjow glanced back behind him with a large grin plastered on his face. "You sure are stubborn."

"Who said anything about being stubborn? I don't like being told what to do, half asleep or not."

"Exactly. You're stubborn." Grimmjow had the urge to roll his eyes at the other's stupidity but he refrained, instead letting a grin spread over his lips, the thought of Ichigo being drunk taking over his mind. Maybe he'd offer him alcohol more often.

Ichigo was scowling at the other, crossing his arms in a defiant manner. It never registered in his mind at the moment that he actually hasn't known Grimmjow in person that long and he already felt comfotable around him enough to be himself. Hnn. Maybe he just needed some more much needed sleep, in his own bed, where he wouldn't be tossing and turning to get comfortable.

The bluenette interrupted his thoughts when he directed Ichigo to the table by his shoulders, pushing him down into a seat.

"Here. Eat and drink this, you'll feel better." Grimmjow set down a plate of food and a mug of coffee in front of him.

Ichigo cocked an eyebrow at the food in front of him in confusion before mentally slapping himself. Oh, right, he was suppose to eat this. He shook his head and grabbed the coffee, forgetting that it was hot and taking a large gulp into his mouth.

"Ahh, fuck!" he exclaimed, slamming the mug onto the table to cough. His tongue was burned, that was for sure, and his throat felt like it had been lit on fire after gasoline had been dumped down it.

"What did you do, drink it while it was still too hot? Damn, Ichi, for someone who writes so well, you sure don't have any common sense," he joked, chuckling to himself. The boy gave him an incredulous glare.

"I just woke up!" he yelled, then he finally realized who he was talking to and he immediately quieted himself. Heat creeped up his neck and he knew he was red. How could he talk to him like that? He was so stupid...

Grimmjow studied him, silent himself. A sigh left his lips with the realization of what exactly was going through the boy's head. Of course Ichigo would revert back into the respectful fan, just like everyone else. It did nothing to make Grimmjow feel at least somewhat normal.

"I didn't think we'd have to go through this," he said, a little more quietly than he had intended. He caught the confused expression on the orangette's face and he continued further. "You can stop being so stiff when you're around me. I'd like to see you act like yourself."

The teen furrowed his brows. "Myself?"

This was going to be a lot harder than he thought.

"Yes, yourself. Quit acting like you're going to upset me or disrespect me at every turn. Honestly, it gets old and I don't favor overly cautious attitudes. I like yours. So use it, got it?"

Was he serious? Obviously he was with the serious way Grimmjow was staring at him, waiting for him to say something.

"I'lll...try."

"No. Don't try. Just forget what I do for a living. Forget everything and only look at me, only me. Don't look past who I am as a human being. Understand? Good," he said before Ichigo could answer him, heaving a heavy sigh. He got comfortable in his seat and skewered a sausage onto his fork. His eyes never left the orange-haired man, studying his every move. The way he held his fork, his posture, the smooth motions his arm took to guide the fork up to his mouth. Everything up to the expressions he made while eating the food. He really was someone to treasure...

...He simply didn't realize how much Ichigo would mean to him in the end of it all.

Only... How long would Grimmjow be able to spend with him? How long would it be before...?

No. He couldn't think about those thoughts right now; they were too depressing. What mattered was the presence in front of him. That bright presence that filled a hole in his heart and took away his loneliness and despair. Of course, it wouldn't last long, but he could cherish it while it lasted.

"Grimmjow."

Huh?

"Grimmjow!"

"What?" Grimmjow's eyes shot up from where he was staring into space and looked at Ichigo, whose eyes were locked onto his with worry. Why was he looking at him like that? They were eating breafast, right? "What happened? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Ichigo rolled his eyes. "I've been calling your name for two minutes, but you've been staring at my chest like a drooling male staring at a woman's breasts."

For the first time, Grimmjow blushed in front of him and looked away, completely out of his character. How could he let himself get deep into thought like that with company around? He had to keep things like this under check until he was alone. Just him and his music.

"Ah, sorry. I was thinking. Are you full? Do you want seconds? There's plenty," he offered, clearly trying to change the subject.

In return, Ichigo shook his head slowly and arched an eyebrow. "No thanks, I'm full. It was delicious, thanks, Grimmjow."

Ichigo was more than thoroughly confused with Grimmjow's new behavior, watching as he took their plates into the kitchen. What could he have been thinking about? Something personal maybe, that was his best guess and he wouldn't question him about it. Instead of pondering it further, he stood from his seat and followed the man into the kitchen, eyes gazing about at the new surroundings before coming to stand beside Grimmjow at the sink.

"Here, I'll help," he said and reached for the plates. But Grimmjow placed a hand in front of Ichigo.

"It's okay, I got i-"

"Oh, just shut up and let me help you," he snapped, scowling at the bluenette, who gazed at him, surprised. "Now who's the stubborn one? Let me do the dishes and go sit your ass down."

Grimmjow was, in fact, doeyed at this new development in Ichigo. Surely, this was the real him and he quite liked it. Feisty when need be, sweet and romantic when the time called for it.

Without further argument, Grimmjow put his hands in the air and backed away with a chuckle.

"Fine, fine, whatever. Do what you want, Ichi." He headed out the way he came without another word, leaving Ichigo to clean up the breakfast mess. Heh, he'd make an excellent house wife.

He'd keep that to himself, though.

Dishes done and on the drying rack-he had no idea how to work Grimmjow's dishwasher-he dried his hands on the hand towel and headed out into the living room to find the man positioned comfortably on the sofa; lying down with remote control in hand and one arm behind his head. He looked so handsome laying there with strands of hair falling in his face, the rest still a sexy mess as usual. He didn't think it really needed to be styled with gel or what not. It was most likely natural.

His presence was sensed then and Grimmjow, without looking away from the television, raised a hand and beckoned him.

"Come here," he commanded simply. Not too harsh, nor were the words overly soft. It was a simple instruction that Ichigo had no intention of defying, moving one foot after another across the floor until his knees hit the back of the armest. A snort sounded.

"I said come here," Grimmjow repeated and Ichigo's brows furrowed.

"What the hell, I am he-"

He was cut off by his own gasp when his wrists were seized and he was dragged down over the armest to land heavily on top of his idol, eyes growing wide.

"G-Grimmjow, what are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm obviously dragging your ass down here to I can hold you."

That was all that needed to be said. A dusting of rose red colored the orangette's cheeks, the heat crawling up his neck and he was sure he was red there as well. He was on top of Grimmjow. Straddling him. And it was just that quick. First he was standing beside the armest, then he was dragged down and somehow managed to fix himself to where he wasn't face first with the other man's crotch. Now this. Gazing down into cerulean eyes, his breaths quick and shallow, matching his racing heart. The voices and annoying sound affects from the television seemed to be drowned out by his own pounding heart, blood rushing almost too quickly through his system. What should he do at this moment? How should he react to the one person whom he gave his heart to through his words in all those letters? How was he suppose to feel and cope with those eyes that burned gentle holes into his own as he stared up at him?

Was he expecting something?

Ichigo couldn't think straight. Meeting him face to face for the first time was exciting, yes, but here he was in this predicament. So much more prone to panicking now, he was.

"Ichigo."

That deep, husky voice echoed in his ears, bringing him back from his screeching thoughts and he finally looked at the man beneath him with a clear head. But then again, he couldn't hear the television anymore... Maybe he was still lost in his mind. Or maybe it had turned itself off, or maybe...

Cool, calloused yet soft fingers slid up and over his cheek, down over his jaw and down his neck towards his hairline behind his ear, his thumb still in place as it glided back and forth across Ichigo's tan skin.

Ichigo couldn't tell when Grimmjow placed pressure on the back of his neck, easing him down towards him lips.

And they were kissing.

His lips seemed to move without his consent and he quickly snatched his mind back down to earth, realizing the passion, feeling the passion and the slow, sweet embrace of the other's lips. Oh, how he felt so very much like a virgin at that precious moment as he lost himself in the sacred dance of tongues. Fire ignited in his body, arousing a certain need in him, a want for more of that warmth he felt in the sensuous kiss. At the same time, chills racked his body, especially down his spine where he felt Grimmjow's other hand wandering aimlessly, fingers traling underneath his shirt to feather their way up and down the extent of his back.

His own hands ascended to the blue-haired man's face to cup his strong, inviting features, tilting his head even more so to the side to deepen the contact. As experienced as he was, this man made him feel like it was his first kiss and he didn't complain.

The darkness seemed to dtretch on and it was then that he realized he had closed his eyes a while ago. He let his lids flutter open to reveal soft, chocolatey eyes that averted their gaze from his lips to his eyes after they slowly pulled away. There were definitely sparks of connection in that kiss. He wouldn't ever deny it.

"Ichigo... Stay with me today," he said quietly.

There was no hesitation from Ichigo and he replied with a bright smile, the kiss causing him to have forgotten about everything else completely.

That bit of confirmation was all Grimmjow needed and he wrapped him in his arms, his head resting back against the armrest of the couch, his eyes closing. His thoughts buried him and he didn't remember when he had fallen asleep, nor did he remember Ichigo's content sigh as he nuzzled his neck and completely relaxed on top of him. He was content.

But those moments, well... Were they moments? He couldn't tell how long he had his eyes closed, but when he opened them, he found Ichigo scrambling from his chest to run to where his phone was in his jacket, pulling out to check the time.

"Holy shit, it's late. I have to go home," he said to himself, remembering that he was suppose to meet Uryuu. Well, it was too late for that now. They had slept through lunch and it was already dinnertime. Uryuu's thing would have been long since done by now.

Checking the call log, he cursed to himself when he saw 24 missed calls and even more texts. Fuck. Uryuu was not going to be happy.

He heard rustling behind him and turned to see Grimmjow standing from the couch, a hand running through his hair.

"What's the problem, Ichi? You seem to be in a hurry to leave." Grimmjow's voice bordered on curiosity and disappointment.

Ichigo was quick to answer with, "I have to go, I totally forgot about my friend's thing today and now he's gonna kill me. Ihavetogorightnow." The last part was so rushed, the older man almost missed it. The teen threw on his jacket and shoved his cell into his pocket, heading for the door.

But just like last time, he felt a hand on his arm and he turned his head to see Grimmjow's face, his brows furrowed.

"You could at least say goodbye. I hope running out on me like this doesn't become a habit," he stated and cocked an eyebrow, Ichigo returning this with a sigh, a small smile tugging at his lips. He remembered the sensual kiss they shared. It was burned into his memory and he wouldn't ever forget those soft lips; he wanted to feel them again. And that's what he went for.

Quickly, he turned around fully and grabbed the man's surprised face, bringing him down into a quick kiss that promised another visit. Maybe even more.

"I'll be back."

"When?"

"I'll surprise you," he stated quickly and ran out the door, hurrying down the hall towards the elevator, leaving a confused Grimmjow standing in the doorway.

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