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“Not again”, the young blunette mentally mused from where he sat at the dining table.
“He’s an ungrateful little shit, Geneviève!”
“I won’t stand here and let you talk about our son like that!”
“Well, I don’t care about what you want! What do we do with him?!”
His parents were fighting again. Nothing new in the Jaegerjaquez household. The adults were always at one another’s necks for whatever reason, and that night’s reason happened to be Grimmjow. The man of the hour sighed as he ran a hand through his blonde dyed hair. He hated this.
“He’s on his second misdemeanour. My money’s what’s keeping him out of juvie! At this rate, he’s well on his way to catching a felony and I won’t stand for it!”, Gerard stomped before turning towards his son. “You better get your shit together boy. Before I make you”, he warned before huffing and stomping his way out of the dining room.
“I hate him”, he mused with frustration as he made his way out of the house. He didn’t pay much mind to his mother’s firm pleading for him to stay for dinner. He couldn’t stand his father.
He found himself in the neighbourhood park.
He never knew why, but whenever he wasn’t keen on being in the Jaegerjaquez household he found himself in that very same park on one of the swings.
And somehow, his redhead neighbour always found his way next to him on those uncomfortable nights. Ichigo always stared at him quizzically, wanting to know about his worries. But he was just a boy. What would he know about his problems.
“Tch. Beat it kid”.
“Why are you being such a jackass to me?”, he questioned with a scowl. “You never used to chase me away. Never yelled at me. You’d sit with me and do whatever we got up, but now? I don’t even feel like I know you anymore”. Ichigo’s last words were almost a whisper due to pure disbelief and sadness. He saw Grimmjow as a friend. A good friend. A best friend even. Sure the teen was older than himself, but they just clicked.
“I’m sorry”, Grimmjow sighed while running a hand through his dyed blonde hair. “The old man’s giving me a hard time ‘cause I’m about to land myself into some hot water if I don’t tred lightly. My mom’s words, not mine”.
“You’re dad’s always been an ass though. Sorry not sorry”, the orangette shrugged as he slightly swung himself. At least he got a chuckle out of the other. It brought a small smirk on his face.
“Oh no. Bash him some more. I could care less about what you say about him”, he said as he swung himself, mimicking Ichigo’s pace. The sun had completely set by then.
“C’mon, let’s get back before goatface throws a fit about how I don’t care about dinner time, also known as family bonding hour… and you’re sleeping over. No questions asked”, Ichigo stated just before jumping off the swing seat. He turned to face the teen, waiting for him to start following him. Grimmjow shook his head with amusement. It perplexed him how confident the 12 year old was with somewhat bossing him around in a strangely non-bossy way.
Grimmjow didn’t know when or how, yet he had this gut feeling that he would be okay.
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He didn’t know when it started, but he knew he felt something for Ichigo. Grimmjow somewhat felt sick about it. It actually made him hang out with Ichigo less. He wasn’t attracted to minors. He wasn’t a sicko. But he couldn’t deny that his younger friend sturred something in him.
He got him to calm down.
“I don’t know what’s going on in your house, or at least not a hundred percent. But I want you to be your smug, cocky self and get through it, okay? When it get heavy just run over to our house. My family doesn’t mind”, he assured.
He got him to stop dying his hair.
“You’re not your dad, Grimm. You may resemble him, but that doesn’t mean you’ll become him”, he spoke as one of his hands played with the artificially blonde hair. “And I miss your blue hair. It’s been years since I’ve seen it, and it hurts to know you dye it because of him”.
He encouraged him to follow his passions.
“You know, you’re pretty good at creating things. You could take yourself more seriously by putting your talents to good use. Don’t think I haven’t noticed those LEGO models you collect. It doesn’t matter if your dad wants you to be a lawyer like him ‘cause your heart won’t be in it”. The tone in his voice reflected his sincerity.
He cared. Ichigo cared so much that whenever they spoke about how Grimmjow felt and his future, Ichigo’s eyes always appeared glassy, as though they were holding back tears.
“Besides, I think you’d be real happy building me my first house!”, the younger teen exclaimed.
Thoughts of the moments they shared when the orangette was merely 13 years old made Grimmjow chuckle to himself. Ichigo had always been profoundly wise for his age. That just drew the natural blunette more to Ichigo.
“I'll miss hanging out with you once you head off to university”, the young teen sadly smiled as he spoke in Grimmjow’s native tongue.
He always teased Ichigo for reffering to French as the language of love. He knew he had to pace himself. He promised himself he wouldn’t act on his emotions. He wouldn’t do that to Ichigo.
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“I like you… I’ve liked for for a while now”, he said while scratching the back of his neck. He kept his eyes glued to the ground. He was nervous. Grimmjow didn’t know how to respond to that. How would he? He’d spent the past three years avoiding any feelings that bubbled up towards the the orangette, and now here he was offering himself up on a silver platter.
“Do you know how annoyed I get when I see you with your pick of the month?”, Ichigo questioned after what felt like an eternity.
“We’re not having this discussion, Ichigo”. Grimmjow felt the pit in his stomach deepen. This wasn’t supposed to be happening, or at least not in that moment.
“And why not?”. Ichigo looked so surprised and confused.
“You’re 16!”
“Only for two more months! And its not like I’m not legal”, he argued.
“That’s not the point”. Truly. Grimmjow didn’t want to muddy the waters between them. Besides, Ichigo had life to experience with having him in the way. And he certainly didn’t want to look like a pedo.
“Then tell me why all your male conquests look like me, minus the hair. And don’t get me started on the bimbos you bring around. They tend to be strawberry blondes, gingers or light auburns, but none of them have my exact shade”, Ichigo pressed on. “How’d you make Orihime cry after 2 minutes alone with you? And don’t get me started on how you bitched about anyone else I try to give the time of day”. Everything Ichigo said was true. He got so annoyed and pissy about anyone the teen dated or considered cute. There was no lying about how he felt.
“Ichigo, *sigh*…”. Grimmjow knew he’d shot himself in the foot looking into those honey brown eyes as spoke. He liked him, more than a friend should. So instead, he settled on saying, “We’ll talk about this in two months, yeah?”
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Graduation caps flew in the air as all the graduates cheered for themselves. Grimmjow donned a feral grin as Nnoitra had him hung off of one of his shoulder.
“Listen, I know you like my ass, but I’m not into all of this”, he joked with his bestfriend. “And put me down. Ichigo’s waiting for me”.
“Congradulations, Grimm”, Ichigo beamed up at him. His brown eyes shone with hints of gold and his hair looked like a halo. His cheeks were less round, almost gaunt, and he had lost some weight, but Grimmjow chopped it up to Ichigo being so active and studying non-stop to graduate from high school with top scores. Everything about his boyfriend was bright, and he appreciated it. So much so that he failed to notice that the orangette was hiding something behind his back until he brought his hands from behind to reveal a large gift bag.
“You didn’t have to get me anything”, Grimmjow smirked as he accepted the gift bag into his hands. They couldn’t help but look into each others eyes when their fingers brushed against each other.
“I wanted to. Open it”, he softly smiled up at the blunette.
He couldn’t believe his eyes. Ichigo had gotten him the one thing he wanted most. Ichigo got him the LEGO Architecture Studio set he’d been searching for. It had been retired, making it nearly impossible to find, yet Ichigo found it. The exact one Grimmjow was missing to complete his collection.
“How’d you find this? It must’ve cost you a small fortune”.
“I have my ways”, he smugly shrugged. Grimmjow knew that Ichigo most likely spend a year’s worth of wages from his after school job at Kisuke’s shop.
“I think I love you”. The comment slipped out before he could stop himself. It’s not that he was put off by the words, but they’d never said it to one another yet. Grimmjow looked up from his present to study Ichigo’s reaction. He was relieved that the orange didn’t appear put off by it. In fact, he looked quite pleased.
“Ditto”. It’s as though his eyes were smiling up at Grimmjow, and he liked that. He liked having those eyes on him, giving him undivided attention. They made him feel special.
“If he knew you could find that for him, he would’ve started banging you way earlier”, Nnoitra threw out, popping the little bubble the lovers had felt as though they were in.
“You’re sick, Nnoitra”, Grimmjow grimaced. Ichigo on the other hand looked a little pleased.
“I mean if I knew that, I would’ve started searching a while back”. The orangette grinned at the disbelief on Grimmjow’s face. “Anyways, now you can actually build me my first house”, he smirked.
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“Why the fuck are you acting like I’m asking you to do a streaker run across town? All I’m asking you to do is sit down and eat with me”.
“And I said I’m not hungry”. He literally pulled himself away from Grimmjow as though his touch was fire. They’d get like this whenever the topic of food came up, but they were at their breaking point.
“The hell you’re not hungry! I haven’t seen you eat a full meal in weeks! You fiddle with your food and say you’re full after less than ten bites!”
“You nearly died barely a week ago in that pool, and you want me to stand back and watch you die?! I won’t let you!” The two men were glaring at one another with so much emotion. There was no animosity between them. Ichigo just wanted to deal with his issues alone and not hurt Grimmjow, while Grimmjow wanted to be there for him with no questions asked. No one wanted to lose either one.
“Ichi”, he said as he stepped closer. So close their breathes were mingling. A calloused found its way to Ichigo’s gaunt cheek. “I’m not stupid. You’re going through something. All I wanna do is help”.
“I’m scared”, Ichigo near tears admitted. He was trying to be strong and hold all of the world’s weight on his shoulders.
“And that’s okay. Just let me help you”. And with those words, Ichigo was openly crying. The pressure he felt was overwhelming and to have the person closest to him that he’d be there for him gave him a sense of peace, as though everything would be okay just because Grimmjow said so.
“I love you”, he told Ichigo as the orangette stood there balling against his chest. The teen had his skinny arms around Grimmjow’s broad shoulders, holding him as tight as he could. The centiment was returned as the blunette had his arms around his slim waist, rubbing small cirlces on his back. It hurt to admit his lover was fragile.
“I love you too”, he sobbed even harder.
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He loves seeing Ichigo thrive.
He gained the colour back in skin and was healthy in every sense of the word. He was happy. They were happy. They’d just had a heart to heart where all his fears went down the drain and left nothing but assurance and affection.
Ichigo was pushed Grimmjow onto their bed, crawling over him like a lion prepping its prey. Once Ichigo was completely on top of Grimmjow, they intertwined their fingers at the head of the bed as their lips made contact. The kiss wasn’t rushed. It was lethargic. They wanted to taste every bit of one another. They wanted one another. They needed one another.
Without breaking the kiss, Grimmjow reached for a small bottle of lube on the bedside table.
“I’m gonna fuck you stupid”, the larger man groaned into Ichigo’s ear. The orangette didn’t have a chance to respond as his lover pushed his length into Ichigo’s willing body.
Grimmjow had the other’s mile long legs thrown over his strong shoulders, thrusting deeper every time Ichigo mewed and left crescent shapes along Grimmjow’s back and ass. The orangette felt as though he’d be driven to madness if he didn’t cling onto the man that was giving him pleasure. He felt tears of bliss forming in his eyes.
“G-Grimm”, Ichigo moaned as he could feel himself tightening around Grimmjow’s length. Suddenly Grimmjow pushed off lithe legs from his shoulders and instead spread them wide open by the knees. This helped him drive himself even deeper into his lover’s sweet spot. He knew he struck gold when Ichigo’s voice got caught in his throat. Grimmjow groaned against said throat. “You like that, don’t you babe?, he nipped at the orangette’s ear. “Why do you have to sound so sexy, babe?”.
“And you’re so tight too. Just for me, yeah Ichi?”. Ichigo was in the woes of pleasure. “God yes!”, he failed to hide the shakiness of his voice. At the point he was at in the feelings of pleasure, he’d agree to anything. This only made Grimmjow smirk as he continued his assault on Ichigo’s prostate.
“Tell me what you want, babe”, he groaned out before biting at his collar.
“Keep fucking me just like this. D-Don’t stop~”. And not long after that the men were seeing white and getting that static, fuzzy sound in their ears. Basking in their orgasm, Grimmjow rested his forehead against his lover’s. Ichigo wrapped his long arms around the other’s neck, and they would stay like that for a while, just panting and smiling at one another with their eyes. They were engaged.
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Grimmjow was not a religious man in any sense of the word. Never got with the program of God, Kami, Dieu, or whatever they dubbed him. "None of that Bible shit, you hear mom?", he’d sternly warn his mother in their mother tongue whenever she got carried away. The French woman had a knack for babbling on about their almighty savior whenever something joy filling took place in her life and seeing that her oldest offspring was tying the knot in about an hour, he reminded her. Not exactly an atheist, but what is one to think when the world has so many gods, demigods, deities and so much more that were worshipped?
“All I’m saying is that he is a blessing and joy to have around.”, the blonde woman pouted out of the window, crossing her arms over her chest. “And not to forget, you’re making him my son in law! I don’t see any other better way to express my happiness”, she exclaims.
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Grimmjow’s anxious. Excited, but anxious. He never thought he’d be standing at the alter one day, yet at twenty-seven there he was, watching his soon-to-be husband walking towards the alter.
He thought Ichigo looked breathtaking in his beige tuxedo jacket and black slacks. It made everything about him stand out. His hair, complexion, even the freckles across his nose.
“White really is your color”, Ichigo spoke lowly with a genuine smile from where he stood facing him.
Twenty-two and ready to fully dedicate himself to Grimmjow, Ichigo just stared up at him in awe, and the sentiment was well returned. Those brown eyes Grimmjow came to know, and love were staring back at him as though they were alone and not surrounded by family and friends. His blue eyes housed a gleam of earnestness, admiration, and acknowledgement. He wanted Ichigo to always know that he was there, present, jovial, and set for their life together.
“I’m nervous”, Ichigo whispered to Grimmjow as the officiate got the ceremony started. Those words would’ve filled any other person with dread, but not Grimmjow because Ichigo was smiling as he said it.
“Me too”, he whispered back.
Fifteen years of knowing each other, thirteen years of friendship, and five years of companionship.
“We’ll be okay”, they both unknowingly thought to themselves as their wedding ceremony carried on.