[Warning: GrimmIchi XD]
The sun shone, not a cloud in the perfect blue sky to impede it’s warm rays. Birds chirped in the background and a few people splashed around in the near by pools. Luckily, the younger children had a separate section with a shallow pool, leaving the adults to enjoy a more relaxing and quiet atmosphere.
Ichigo reclined on one of the plastic beach style folding chairs, his arms crossed behind his head as he let the sun warm his already tanned body. A few friends tossed a football back and forth, tackling each other into the pool and ultimately water wrestling. He smiled to himself as he listened to their somewhat childish antics. Nothing could ruin this day.
The ball his friends had been throwing about sail toward him. Ichigo, caught by surprise, ducked out of the way before sending a poorly executed glare at Renji.
“Sorry, Ichi!” The red head shouted from the opposite side of the pool, a wide smile on his tattooed features, his long red hair pulled back in a tail to keep it mostly dry. He lifted his arms above his head, his built torso glistening from the water and beckoned Ichigo to throw the ball back.
Ichigo rolled his eyes but got up and trotted over to where the ball had come to a rest in the neatly trimmed grass. Picking up the football, he spun around and prepared to throw. He halted the motion when he realized Renji wasn’t paying attention and, curiously, followed the red head’s gaze.
“Boss, ya really think this is such a good idea?” A smooth, polite voice asked over the sounds of the other patrons of the public pools. A man stepped into the space, his long dark hair tied into a neat braid and dark sunglasses shielding his eyes as he scanned the pool grounds and the people within. A white tank top was thrown in his direction as another man pushed passed him.
People whispered and pointed, looks of suspicion and disapproval written clearly on their faces. Some even packed up their things and left, leaving only Ichigo, his friends and the new comers still at the pools.
“Don’t fuckin’ worry ‘bout it, Shaw’. Nuthin’s ganna happen in a public place.” The second man said, disregarding the first’s concern. All eyes followed the second man’s predatory, graceful movements as he made his way toward a suddenly vacated chair, a confident swagger in his step and a devilish smirk on angular features.
Ichigo huffed a breath and rolled his eyes again, looking back to Renji and ignoring the feeling of eyes raking over his form. “Hey, Renji!” He called out, drilling the ball back at the man as soon as he was paying attention again.
A loud splashed from the middle of the pool drowned out anything either of the two men may have said. Water splashed and rippled out and Ichigo looked at Renji over the commotion, confusion marring his brow as he realized the red head didn’t have the ball.
Renji just shook his head and waited for the man that had jumped in to resurface. Moments later, the water near the side of the pool rippled in front of where Ichigo stood on the edge and the man slowly emerged. Long, flowing blue hair spread out across the water’s clear surface and a muscled chest and shoulders peeked above the water line. Ichigo caught the ball that was gently tossed in his direction, not even registering the object in his hands as he stared.
Piercing cyan eyes locked with his own slowly widening chocolaty ones. Teal slashes framed the already vivid orbs, making them stand out even more and lending a predatory quality. A small silver hoop in the corner of the man’s full bottom lip sparkled in the sun, a match to several more adorning the man’s ears. Blue brows creased in what would have looked like an angry scowl on anyone else even as a leering and intimidating grin spread across the man’s face, revealing commercial worthy, perfect white teeth and over sharp canines. The right side of his face was adorned with ink; a strangely beautiful mask of sharp teeth and bone that followed his own jaw and seemed to smile along with the man. Everything about the man sang of predatory danger.
Ichigo swallowed and stepped back as long fingered hands planted on the smooth cement at the pools edge. The muscle of the man’s perfectly sculpted arms and shoulders flexed as he slow drew himself higher in the water, the smirk never leaving his lips. Drool worthy, wash board abs and pectoral muscles tensed as the man pulled himself out of the water further. A wide slash scared the otherwise flawless golden skin over the man’s abdomen but did nothing to diminish his looks.
The orange haired young man took another step back and watched as the man stood to his full, intimidating height before him; over six feet of perfect, sun bronzed smooth skin and gorgeous muscle, the man looked like a living greek statue. His wild blue hair hung in wet strands to his waist, clinging to his toned body and trailing droplets of clear water that glistened and followed the curves of his body.
The bluenette reached out toward him and Ichigo could only watch as long fingers circled around the ball and easily pulled it from his slack grasp. The man turned, revealing the expanse of his lean back and broad shoulders, and threw the ball back toward Renji. Ichigo caught a quick glimpse of a bold, gothic style six inked into his lower back; more than likely a show of rank.
Intense blue eyes pinned him in place as the man turned back to face him. The feral grin spread impossibly wider and the man took a step forward. Ichigo, still unable to pry his gaze away, matched him with a step back. The backs of his legs bumped into the chair he had previously been sitting in, halting his backward progress and the man inched closer, an air of danger about him.
“What’s yer name, kid?” His voice was like rolling thunder in the calm, warm air. It was commanding and heavy with not so hidden promises.
The younger man tumbled back, landing in the beach chair as a big hand splayed across the middle of his chest. Out of his peripheral vision, Ichigo watched his friend jump from the pool, a concerned and slightly angry look on his tattooed features. Renji’s obvious path was blocked by the man that had accompanied the bluenette.
His attention was drawn back to said man as his view was filled with rippling muscle under smooth, touchable skin. Ichigo let his gaze travel down. A fine, thin trail of dark blue led from the man’s belly button and disappeared under black shorts that barely clung to trim, perfectly cut hips.
“Huh?” Wide brown eyes snapped back to the man’s face, slow to register that he had been asked a question. “Oh...I...Ichigo”
The man’s chest rumbled in a pleased sound, almost a laughing purr. “Ichigo? I like that”
“Y...yeah? And who might you be?” The orange haired man asked, suddenly very intrigued.
Another sinful grin spread across handsome features. The man leaned forward and seized the smaller man in an abrupt and heated kiss. Ichigo froze, eyes wide with surprise but when a slick tongue ran across the seam of his lips, he eagerly parted them and groaned quietly into the man’s mouth. The invading tongue tasted and mapped everything it could reach. Just as quickly as the man had started him, he stopped, leaving Ichigo wanting more.
Ichigo felt him smirk against his lips, the man’s own surprisingly soft ones brushing against his as he spoke in that deep, sexy baritone. “Name’s Grimmjow”
Long drabble written by the awesome lovably hugable
, the authoress of "Monsters and Men
" and "Dinner with the Family
" at FanFiction.net
Thank you so much for writing down this teasingly hot scene for me, hon'!
Now lets see if I've any luck at finding that GrimmShiro rough draft I've unfortunately misplaced somewhere a few months back X'D
Originally a commission piece for
, whom requested a wet long-haired Grimmjow, in digital monochrome coloured head portrait but.....as you can see, I couldn't resist sketching this sinfully wet
scene from a day dream (whilst pondering on a concept for it), and way beyond a mere portrait X'D
I hope you don't mind it hon'
I had soooooooo much fun with this one (so did ~Shadowthorne
at writing the scene with a delightfully surprising, and sinfully teasing, 1,309 words), I've long thought about drawing more long-haired Grimmjow (be it in his resurrección form or as a human, it doesn't really matter, his mullet needs more love), and *Karijn
's prompt was quite a splendid opportunity
There's no words for me to describe how much I freakin' love this
By the way, the tattoo design is not made by me (I wish I can design one my own but drawing animals isn't my strong suit unfortunately), it's something I based off from Google [link]
-I picked it because it somewhat reminds me of his Adjuchas form.
Ramblings aside, I hope y'all like the pic and the short story ~Shadowthorne
I'd especially recommend her sci-fi/fantasy/horror/romance GrimmIchiShiro fanfic "Monsters and Men
if you hadn't yet
Enjoy~! Art © *blackstorm [ME]
Story © ~Shadowthorne
Characters © Kubo Tite | BLEACH