Bleach One Shots GrimmIchi

Happy Anniversary

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Author PenandPaperlove

Grimmjow let out a sigh of exhaustion as he walked into the apartment, his hand going to his tie to loosen the knot that pressing into this throat. The lights were off and the apartment was silent, even though it was only 8:30. He was expecting this. He made his way towards the bedroom, twisting the knob and opening the door. The teal-haired man let out a sigh of relief to the find the door unlocked. It wouldn't be the first time his lover locked him out of the room after he stood him up.

Grimmjow looked at the figure on the bed. His lover had his back towards him, but he could tell that the man was awake, his body was way too stiff to be sleeping. Grimmjow placed his stuff on the floor silently as he made his way towards the bed, discarding his jacket, tie, and button up on the way. He crawled into the bed next to his lover, his hand wrapping around the bare torso trying to pull the younger man into his body, but the opposing body stood still. Grimmjow let out another frustrated sigh, anger accumulating from work and the nonresponsive body.

He swooped his head in the junction of his lover's neck and shoulder, placing his lip on the sensitive skin and sucking. The body simply stiffened even more, a low growl emitting from the body owner. Grimmjow merely smirked, at least he was getting a response now. His hand roamed over his lover's body, his calloused hands rubbing against his lover's lean abs. When his hands dipped towards the hem of the boy's pants, he finally found the response he was looking for: acknowledgment.

"STOP!" Grimmjow felt a hand slap at his before the body turned on this back so he could look up at the man hovering about him.

"Ichi..." Grimmjow went into to plant a kiss on those full lips, but Ichigo turned his head so that Grimmjow missed at kissed his jawbone.

"Stop it."

Grimmjow let out an aggravated sigh as he sat up, rubbing a hand through his teal hair. "What did I do this time!"

Ichigo sat up as well; his orange hair disheveled as if he had ran his hand through it way too many times. "What did you do! Oh Grimm, I know you're dimwitted, but please."

"Ichigo, tell me. Tell me what the fuck did I do wrong?" Grimmjow could feel himself getting angry. He was tired from work and all he wanted to relieve some stress with the help of the man next to him.

Ichigo shook his head as he crawled towards the edge of the bed and got off before turning around to stare at his lover's blue eyes. "I don't think I should tell you. I want you to know what you did wrong, Grimm."

"I stood you up, big deal; I've done it how many times before. I'm sorry, okay. You know I'm sorry."

"Seriously? You have no idea why it's so wrong to stand me up today. TODAY of all days?" Grimmjow simply stared at his lover, completely dumbfound. "You seriously don't realize what today is, do you?" Grimmjow didn't respond, thinking hard over why today's date held such importance to the boy.

"Is it your birthday?"

Ichigo's eyes widened. "MY BIRTHDAY? YOU THINK TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAY?" Ichigo exploded.

"Do not yell at me Ichigo. Tell me what the fuck I did wrong so we can both move on." Ichigo didn't say anything. Grimmjow noticed how his eyes looked like he was about to cry, pain searing through the pools of brown. "Ichigo, damn it. Why the hell are you crying? What the fuck is wrong with you?" Grimmjow didn't mean to get mad, he was...he was just frustrated at the whole situation.

Ichigo simply shook his head and grabbed a long sleeve shirt that was draped over a chair and pulled it on walking out of the room. Grimmjow heard the door slam but didn't make any effort to move. After a few minutes Grimmjow felt anger heat with in him. Where the hell did the little berry get off yelling at him like that? Grimmjow exited to the room and walked into the kitchen, flipping on the light as he made his way to grab a bear. Once the light had illuminated, he stopped in his tracks to stare at the dining table. There was dinner for two laid out, dishes that looked like they took all day to prepare littered the top of the table. In the middle was a small cake that looked like it was made to be consumed by only two people. Grimmjow walked over the table to read the writing that was inscribed on the top of the cake. Grimmjow immediately felt his heart sink: Happy Anniversary.