I Will Wait (Grimmjow x Ichigo, Bleach yaoi)

P3: Found

Welcome to Part 3: Found! :3
This story is going to be more plot than just sweet sweet yaoi, but it will also have that! ;3
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*Still Grimmjow's POV*

"Ichigo......Ichigo Kurosaki?" I gaped at the pile of books, tempted to knock them all out of the way.
"....Y-yes....Ichigo Kurosaki....." Ichigo said quietly, waiting for me to sign all the goddamned books.
"God......Ichigo...." I ran a hand through my hair, feeling old memories crash through my body in waves.
Visions of us together as teenagers swirled around my brain. Memories. Beautiful memories of a time when I was ignorant and happy.
I recalled a time when we tried to cross a small river, using a long plank and rocks to cross. Ichigo got to the other side, while I tumbled into the freezing water after the board teetered under my weight. I remembered how cold I felt, shivering violently on the sandy shore. I then remember how Ichigo stayed close to me, lending me his warmth. He had draped his jacket over our shoulders and stayed with me until I regained sensation in my limbs. I felt my lips twitch upwards at the memory, happy to have it, even if I did end up getting pneumonia.
Another image stuck out to me. It was when we were quite young, my built body still small. We were playing in a field, we were so young. I remember his sweet face that was always so happy. The anguish of losing his mother had not occurred yet. We ran in the field, chasing each other without a care in the world. We acted like kids our age should have. I had tackled him, rolling around in the soft grasses. I had then pecked him on the cheek, giggling. It was just a thing I did as a little kid, just kidding around. I wondered why that memory made me so happy.
Sadness enveloped me as flashes of our last night blinded me. His face, so twisted with sadness. His body, so small and pitiful in my arms. I lost him that night. I lost the man I-!
Renji tapped me on the shoulder. He supervised all my book signings, mainly to make sure I didn't make the publishers look bad. Like there was this one time I brought a flask....yeah, bad idea.
"Is that.....THAT Ichigo?" He whispered to me through taut lips, pointing to the figure hidden by the pages.
I pushed him away, not wanting to be bugged. He stumbled away, rubbing his hip where I had roughly hit it. Wimp.
"Yeah! It is! Now....Fuck off...." I growled as quietly as I could to my pissed secretary.
I really should have treated Renji better, but I really didn't want to. That's another thing about me, I'm real lazy about certain things...weird, eh? Renji, that guy. He was the shoulder I leaned on after Ichigo left. He supported me through the ridiculous stages of grief. You know, denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and that last one that really never came. Renji put up with all of them! Wait, wait, this stuff is funny! Just look!

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"Grimmjow! This isn't a story about Renji! Unless you want it to be...?"
"What?! No! Blech! Stupid! C'mon, can't I just tell em about it!? It's FUNNY!"
"Ugh....Fine!....last time I co-author with you..."
"Yeah, well...ditto! And get to the sweet stuff too! The readers and I are looking forward to that shit! I guess were into that kinky stuff."
"Grimmjow...your nose....and stop drooling, on My LAPTOP! You perv!"
"Wha? AUGH! My nose, I need my blood!"
~The author apologizes for this interruption by my STUPID CO-AUTHOR!!!....GRIMMJOW JAGGERJAQUES!!! And his lovely co-author, TrustMe MyDear..
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Anyways, my dear friend Renji Abarai, stuck by me through my grieving.
First, there was denial. I kept telling myself that Ichigo would crack open that door and waltz in, bearing his usual scowl and trotting to sit next to me in class. I kept staring at the door, hoping so desperately that Ichigo was coming back. Renji constantly had to cover me during tests and lessons, giving me copies of notes and telling me answers. He also had to calm the teacher down after he got enraged with my attitude. Half the time, Renji was doing work for two. I repaid him for that later when I got him tickets to an exclusive concert later that year. It really was nothing compared to his actions.
Second, there was anger. I didn't show it at school, but I was continually getting angry at nothing and yet everything. On the way home from school I would punch walls, kick boulders, and tackle anyone or anything that pissed me off. This resulted in me getting in a bunch of knife fights, which I usually won. Even though I would beat the shit out of the gangs thy jumped me, I got cut up pretty badly. Everyday, Renji came to school earlier with a large roll of bandages and ointment. He would patch me up pretty much everyday.
Bargaining was pretty smooth. Other than occasionally offering up Renji's soul to the devil in return for Ichigo, it was rather quite. Renji tried to stay away from me during this period, not wanting to be a satanic offer. It was understandable.
Depression was the one that hit and stuck, wavering on and off. You could tell by reading my books when I was feeling good or not. If I felt like killing myself, the story would get pretty dark. Renji had seen me in my worst, slit wrists, alcohol, drugs, the works. It was pretty bad the first time it struck. I could never fully repay him for his support.
Back in the bookstore, I watched Renji slowly walk away, his middle digit extended. I huffed at the gesture, accustomed to it. I returned my focus to Ichigo, who's figure was still hidden behind a pile of my goddamned books. I craned my neck to get a look of my love, titling my chair. Ichigo must have shifted too because I still couldn't see him. I growled.
"Sign em first..." He smugly told me.
Scowling, I grabbed the book on the top of the pile, opened the cover and scribbled as fast as I could.
'To my love, Ichigo Kurosaki!
~ <3 Grimmjow Jaggerjaques'
Might as well have some fun, I thought. As I reached for the next book, "The Tiger's Den", I caught a glimpse of orange hair. This enticed me to quickly sign my name in each of the books, wanting to see Ichigo after all these years. Once my sloppy signature was embedded in each of the titles, I tossed the pen and looked up at Ichigo. I gawked. I almost drooled too. He was sweeter than ever.
I heard someone yell 'ow' as my pen struck them, but I ignored it. I stood up from my seat, knocking my chair back. I never tore my eyes from Ichigo. I lept over the small table separating us and came face to face with him. I waited for a second, inspecting him to head to toe. He was taller, his head reached my bottom lip, soft hair brushing against my nose. I nuzzled his scalp somewhat awkwardly because of the height difference. He still had his beautiful brown eyes, bright and attentive. His arms were smaller than mine, but rippled with muscles. I wanted to jump him right then and there. God was he hot.
I grasped his shoulders as he squirmed under me, scowling and quietly cursing. I held him at arm's length and tilted my head, grinning genuinely.
"I missed you....a lot..." I stuck my lips out, emphasizing each word.
He looked startled for a second, but rapidly regained his scowling composure. He glared at me, that's the Ichigo I know and love.
"Yeah..." Ichigo rubbed the back of his neck, where orange strands ended, "I missed ya too...I guess..."
"Ya guess?!" I frowned and sputtered at him.
He looked away, obviously not trying to draw attention to himself. It was quite difficult not to be glanced at while talking to an author in a bookstore, but he still tried. I hooked my arm around his shoulders and led him away.
"Stupid Grimmjow...." He muttered under his breath.
I chuckled at the remark and sighed, unimaginably happy to be reunited with Ichigo. I waved to Renji who was waiting for me outside with his car. I escorted Ichigo inside and closed the door slowly behind him.
"Drop us off at the usual dinner place, but can we be alone?" I whispered to Renji, winking.
"Yeah, yeah....ya perv..." He growled it but gave me a thumbs up as I joined Ichigo in the back seat.
I sat snugly next to Ichigo, pushing his pile of my books unto the floor.
"Hey! Those are mine!" He whined, leaning down to pick up the books.
"Bookworm, ain't ya?" I laughed and handed him a few titles.
"I'll give you first copies if you want..." I shrugged my shoulders and offered him.
"What? First Copies!? Like the ones you wrote before publishers got their hands on them?! Wow!" His eyes grew wide and excited as he thought about my offer.
"Yeah...Zaraki might've gotten to them a bit but....they're pretty close."
"Cool!!"
"Heh....nerd" I scoffed and ruffled his hair.
"Hey, you're the one that writes them..."
"Oh right, forgot about that! Ha!" I touched my index finger to my lips, then laughed.
"Baka..." Ichigo rolled his eyes and held my books in his lap.
Man...I wanted it to be ME in his lap, not my stupid books.
Renji pulled up to the curb of the restaurant and told me to get out. I opened my door and scrambled to open Ichigo's door. He emerged with his books. I sighed and grabbed the books, handing them to the valet.
"Could ya like, store these or something? I'll pay ya..." I murmured to the attendant.
"Yes Mr. Jaggerjaques."
I was a regular, so I simply guided Ichigo to my table in a darker corner of the establishment. He sat down and I slid up next to him, our bodies nearly touching in the booth. Ichigo tried to scoot away but I simply followed. We ended up on the edge of the table. He sighed and allowed me to sit snugly by him.
"This place has got the best...you want it, they got it." I smiled and handed him a menu.
"....okay....hmm...I really haven't had Japanese in a long time...." He pondered while skimming over te selections.
"Here, I know you'll like this." I motioned for the nearest waiter to come over.
"Two of my regulars, please." I held up two fingers and pointed to Ichigo and me.
"Yes Mr. Jaggerjaques." He bowed and went off to the kitchen.
Ichigo cocked an eyebrow and looked at me.
"I'm a regular. Enough about me though, where have you been?" I made gestures with my hands.
"I've been in the UK the whole time. I'm an artist now."
"Wow! I can't draw shit, I'd love to see your pieces! I'm sure they're as beautiful as you are." I crooned, wrapping an arm around him.
"Grimmjow..." Ichigo pushed my arm away and shifted away from me.
This time I did not pursue him. He looked confused and sad, but I really couldn't see his face that well in the dim lighting.
"Ichigo?" I used a calming voice.
"Grimmjow....I don't know what to do...I came to Japan because my pieces were being showcased in a nearby museum, but I couldn't stop thinking about you. I haven't been able to think about any one since I left. I haven't! I have had no real relationships since then. Grimmjow...I don't know what to do." His voice started to shake near the end.
"I-I-Ichigo....you can...love me...." I simply let the words drip off my tongue, not thinking about any repercussions.
"Really, Grimmjow?......okay..." He whispered to me with such a genuine face and tone, I could think nothing other than his truth.
I didn't know how to respond to that. I opened my mouth to respond, but shut it. Words would not from on my tongue. I looked at Ichigo, his head was hanging and he was wiping his eyes. I brought him close to me, his head against me chest.
"I like this..." He murmured into my shirt and sighed.
"......" I simply rubbed his back, making sure no other restaurant patrons could see us.
My little Ichigo had waited for me. I honestly couldn't believe it. I thought he would have off doing something amazing, totally forgetting about a loser like me. I smiled at the thought that he still felt for me. Obviously he felt a lot.
"So...when did ya start reading my books?" I tried to lighten the mood with banter.
"I've been following you ever since I left. I just read them because they were by you. I just happened to like the stories." He composed himself and sat up, leaving a warm patch on my torso.
"Wow...quite a fan." I chuckled lightly and we continued talking.
We kept up the small talk for the rest of the meal. Asking about each other's lives and happenings. Ichigo had taken up drawing on a limb and discovered his talent. Apparently he had a show in Tokyo and he was here to supervise it. It was really quite impressive. He had rented an apartment by DisneySea, since he loved that place. After dinner, we were going to check out the apartment.
We finished our supper and headed out. I grabbed a taxi and told them Ichigo's address. In the backseat, I leaned against Ichigo and placed my hand on his thigh, softly massaging it. I could see him blush in the street lights, but he did nothing to get me off him.
At the apartment, Ichigo showed me around the small home. He also introduced me to his works. He was working on painting a piece that looked like a dragon, the bright, wonderful colors blending beautifully to paint the form of a traditional sky serpent. He also had some older pieces of African animals from the time he studied creatures of the Savannah.
"I prefer drawing animals, I find them so fun to sketch."
"I can be an animal...If that's what you want." I growled and grinned.
Ichigo simply glared back.
"Well, regardless, they are beautiful works of art." I held my hips and looked at the room full of art, nodding.
"Thanks....hey! It's late, shouldn't you be heading home?" He looked at his watch, noting that it was close to eleven at night.
"Er....can I stay here?" I asked.
"Ummmm.........okay...I guess..." He seemed uncertain, but I lept with two feet at the opportunity.
'YES! Night! Ichigo! Bed! Yay!' I squealed like a schoolgirl inside my head.
Ichigo told me I could sleep in his futon and he went to bed. I frowned at pouted silently at the anticlimactic solution. The apartment quickly went dark.
"Ichigo!" I whispered. "Ichigo!"
"What!?" He growled, awoken from his sleep.
"I'm scared..." I grinned through my transparent lie.
"Yeah....and I'm the emperor of Japan...go back to bed..." He scoffed and waved me away.
"I'm scared....so I wanna sleep with you." I smiled and jumped into bed with him.
Startled, Ichigo opened his eyes and met my blue ones. He scowled and pushed me with his arms. I stayed just where I was, not moving a centimeter. After fruitlessly shoving for a few minutes, he finally sighed and turned his back to me. I scooted to him slowly and wrapped my arms around him. He squirmed a bit, I could feel his flush on his chest. His warm pectorals rubbing against my fingertips, each touch tantalizing.
He tried to wriggle out of my embrace, moving his hips delectably. He eventually stopped trying escape, knowing I wouldn't let go of him. I leaned into his neck and huffed, my breath tickling his neck. I felt him shiver and sigh in my arms. I nipped at his ear, licking the shell. My teeth grazed along the flexible flesh, my rough tongue licking the soft skin. He turned his head and buried it in the pillow.
I began to plant kisses down his back, starting at his neck. My lips pressed softly against his shoulder blade, soft wet sounds trickled out of my mouth. I growled lowly, making my mouth and throat vibrate lowly. I heard him groan slightly and he turned his head to glance at me. I ignored his gaze and let my tongue out, it trailed along his spine, leaving damp lines in its wake. Ichigo shivered at the sensation and opened his mouth, but no words came out. I began to nip at the skin playfully, my teeth leaving small marks. I reached the dip on his back and stopped, wetting my tongue by placing it back in my mouth.
"Grimm....jow..." He murmured my name.
"Yes?...." I put my five against his and responded.
"I like it....when you do that...." He whispered , his eyes almost shut.
"Mmmmm...so do I...in fact..I'll treat you some more..." I cut myself off as my lips collided with Ichigo's.
I softly moved my mouth against his, not allowing my tongue to surprise him. I opened and closed my lips, moving my body on top of his. I began to buck my hips against his, feeling my erection harden. He began to shove me off, squirming. I relinquished his lips and rolled off his body. He looked away, frowning and blushing.
"Grimmjow....please....not know..." He murmured.
"Just for you Ichigo. I'll wait just for you."
"Grimmjow....mmm"
He purred at me and buried his orange head in my chest. I smiled sweetly at the action and held him around his waist. I pulled him close to me and sighed pleasantly.
"Ichigo....mmm, you're a sweet one..."
I nuzzled his neck, feeling my eye lids droop in the moonlight. Sleep was overpowering me as I held Ichigo. I felt my hand brush against his bare back as he breathed slowly, drifting off to a slumber.
"Not letting ya go this time..." I whispered to the sleepy Ichigo.
He didn't respond. Instead, he shifted his body towards me, our chests touching. I sighed and held him tighter. We both fell into a peaceful sleep, him in my arms, finally.
"I'm glad I waited..." I whispered into his hair.

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