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Grimmjow steps into the Shouten, a scowl on his face. The place is decorated top to bottom in gaudy decor. There’s a giant tree in a corner with tinsel, baubles and lights. There’s random plants hanging from all of the entrances and there are Shinigami everywhere. He’s here for one person and one person only. Kurosaki.
Kisuke invited him to this “Christmas bash to celebrate not being dead!” At first, Grimmjow scoffed and didn’t plan on showing up. But then the idiot said the magic words. “Kurosaki-san will be there~” He flapped his fan around with a smirk on his face. Grimmjow could tell he was baiting him into going (and succeeding), but he didn’t care. If he could see Kurosaki and get a damn fight out of it, so be it. He hadn’t seen him since the final fight with Ywach, and it had been far too long.
He was looking forward to a spar, both physically and verbally. Nothing pleased him more than seeing the riled up look on Kurosaki’s face when he said something bold or mildly flirtatious. It was hilarious.
Blue eyes scan the vicinity, but no sign of orange. Just a bunch of wasted Shinigami and a few wasted arrancar. He hears Neliel giggle loudly, and when he turns his head in that direction, he sees who he’s been wanting to see this whole time.
Kurosaki has a drink in his hand and a blush high on his face. Who knows how many drinks he’s already had? Neliel is all over him, chattering and laughing in his ear. A few of his friends are across from him, laughing along, the healer chick, the big guy, and the Quincy. He catches the tail end of their conversation.
“Are you crazy! I don’t like him like that. We just… occasionally try to kill each other. You know, normal stuff,” Kurosaki says with a slight slur. Neliel chortles and the healer woman looks away, covering her mouth to hide how hard she’s laughing. The big guy doesn’t say or do much of anything and the Quincy looks like he’d rather be anywhere but here. Same, honestly.
Neliel chimes in, “Trying to kill you is literally his way of flirting!” Kurosaki almost spits out his drink, Neliel patting him on the back. Grimmjow’s eyebrow twitches. Are they talking about… him? One way to find out.
He sits his ass right next to Kurosaki’s on a low couch. He jostles Kurosaki purposely, putting his feet up on the table and crossing his legs. Kurosaki catches his eye and almost chokes again. Grimmjow’s eyebrow twitches again. What kind of reaction is that?
“Expecting someone else?” he asks with a sneer.
“No! No, honestly I wasn’t expecting to see you here… at all,” Kurosaki answers, all shy all of a sudden. What gives? Grimmjow turns in his seat and looks at him dead on.
“So…” he starts out lazily, feigning nonchalance. “What were you fuckers talking about? Sounded… important.” Kurosaki’s face bursts into flames and it seems like no one can hold in their laughter now. Neliel begins to answer for him.
“We were just talking about y–” Kurosaki quickly puts his hands over her mouth to keep her from finishing her sentence. She then licks his hand, slobbering all over him. Kurosaki quickly jumps back, yelping and wiping his hands on his pants, his face pulled up in disgust. That gets Grimmjow laughing.
Kurosaki sends him a scowl, but with his softened features, it looks more like a pout. Grimmjow smirks.
“Sorry, what was that? I didn’t quite catch it.” Now he’s just being an ass, but he’s enjoying the expressions flitting across Kurosaki’s face. Makes him want to bite him, claim him. He licks his lip. He catches Kurosaki’s eyes following the movement. Oh, so that’s what it is.
He continues to smirk, encroaching on Ichigo’s space. He whispers into his ear, “So, Kurosaki… what were you talking about?” He places a hand on his thigh. He feels the heat radiating off of Kurosaki and he wants to melt into it. Not yet, not until he gets what he wants.
He scoots even closer, practically in his lap at this point. Ichigo is practically vibrating out of his skin and his friends are hooting and hollering, besides the big guy. He just put up a thumbs up and quickly vacated the chair opposite them. Good, less of an audience. “Ichigo~” he practically purrs now into his ear. “Aren’t you gonna tell me?”
Ichigo stands straight up, nearly knocking Grimmjow completely off the couch. He walks away stiffly, his face beet red and eyes wide. Grimmjow pursues him quickly, not letting him out of his sight. They end up in an empty bedroom away from the party. Grimmjow pins Ichigo to the wall, hands on either side of his head. He leans down and nuzzles his pulse point on his neck. Oh, what he wouldn’t give to just bite down.
Ichigo still isn’t saying anything or moving, but his hands go to Grimmjow’s hips, holding him in place. A smirk plays on Grimmjow’s face at that. “Quite bold, aren’t we~?” He licks a delicate path up Ichigo’s neck, feeling shivers wracking his lean frame. “I came all this way, just to see you… and what do I hear? You and your friends… talking about something. Something important. Wonder what it was about…” His hot breath fans over Ichigo’s neck.
“I seem to have an idea,” he continues. “But I want to hear it from you. What were you talking about, I-chi-go~?” he asks, putting emphasis on the syllables of his name. Before he knows it, warm lips are crashing onto his, hands tightening on his hips. He eagerly accepts the kiss, smirking a bit.
Ichigo backs off slightly, out of breath and flushed. “First time you see me in months, and your first instinct is to tease me?” he asks, half joking, half serious. Grimmjow cackles, pushing up more into Ichigo’s space.
“Possibly.” He grins wide, sharp teeth on display. Ichigo’s throat bobs as he swallows harshly, his shyness coming back full force. “What would you do, Ichigo? What would you do if I marked you as mine?” he growls into the space between them.
Ichigo lets out a small whimper, pushing back against Grimmjow. “I’d let you,” he murmurs. Grimmjow’s toothy smile softens a bit.
“Yeah?” Ichigo nods. “Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s blow this joint.” He picks Ichigo up and throws him over his shoulder, listening to the sounds of his protests and squawking. He laughs heartily, carrying him all the way to Hueco Mundo to make good on his promise.