GrimmIchi: The Colour of Blood

The music was loud and a thick layer of smoke filled the air making Ichigo’s nostrils flare at the sharp, acrid scent of tobacco. He hated cigarettes. The hole-in-the-wall bar was crowded at best with all walks of lower life and he couldn’t help but feel his better sense tap at him to leave. But he had made the choice to go this far and he wasn’t going to stop now. At the bar Ichigo found the top sticky and curled his lip as he almost regretfully ordered a glass of “whatever’s good.” The bartender, a nondescript man with plain brown hair and plainer features, nodded and turned to fill a dirty glass with amber liquid. Ichigo’s nose wrinkled when it was placed before him but he drank it nonetheless. It burned all the way down and sat like fire in Ichigo’s belly and he decided that he would stick with water after this… from a different bar. Maybe he wasn’t in the right place after all.

Just then there was a commotion at the door, a loud voice calling out curses and shouting laughter. Ichigo turned to see what it was all about and felt the liquid in his stomach start to boil. Vibrant blue hair caught his attention first, swept away from a face that was still partially hidden in the light. When the man turned Ichigo caught a bit of white on his cheek, a flash of turquoise under an eye. He scowled and tried to get a better look at the man, sucking in a breath when he finally turned into the light. The white on his cheek looked to be a tattoo; some kind of jawbone, Ichigo saw. He didn’t get it but it drew him in. He wanted to know why someone would mark their face like that. What kind of man did that? Just then blue eyes lifted and caught him staring and he turned quickly back to the bar.

Grimmjow, standing by the door as one of the patrons spoke with him, grinned at the new meat sitting at the bar. He could smell him from across the room and the scent was already drawing Grimmjow in. It was clean blood. Pure blood. Blue blood. Grimmjow smirked and wondered what his type was doing in a place like Hueco Mundo; the shittiest bar in the shittiest neighborhood. Brushing off the chatterbox vying for his attention, Grimmjow walked steadily to the bar and took a seat at the opposite end. He could feel curious eyes on him and easily controlled his face as he ordered a scotch.

“And wash the glass first, asshole.” he said to the bartender, who nodded and did what he was told.

Ichigo watched at Grimmjow threw the shot down his throat and ordered another, fascinated by the facial tattoo. He’d never seen anything like it before and his curiosity was getting the better of him. He stopped himself when the urge to get up and ask the man about it hit him, and he turned away completely. He had to keep reminding himself that he wasn’t in his usual haunt; that he was far from his own territory. And that he was there for a reason and it had nothing whatsoever to do with men baring facial tattoos. Ichigo looked back over his shoulder and scowled. Then again….

Grimmjow leaned back and stretched his neck, cracking the small bones and laughing when the girl sitting at the bar next to him let out a loud “EW!” at the sound it made. He could still feel Ichigo’s eyes on him and he wondered if the kid was planning on just looking all night. He didn’t mind in the least making the first move, one way or another he’d have the little mouse in his grasp to do with as he pleased, but he wanted to see how long the kid would last before he made up his mind to approach first. However, when the it started to become very apparent that it was going to take all night for the young man with wildly orange hair to do anything but look, impatience filled Grimmjow and he stood, walking to the seat next to Ichigo’s and sitting roughly on the stool beside him.

Ichigo cleared his throat when the man moved and sucked in a breath when he plopped down next to him. He stared intently at the sticky, dirty bar and tried to control his rapidly beating heart. Sure, he now was able to see what he had been so curious about, but with the man so close he couldn’t seem to concentrate on that anymore. He was big, much bigger than Ichigo, his bare arms showing off the fact that his muscles seemed to ripple even if he wasn’t consciously moving them. Ichigo frowned and licked his lips as he tried to take in the man’s scent without the other knowing. He breathed in deep and closed his eyes. It made his mouth water and his dick stir.

“You gonna stare at me all night, Princess, or are we gonna do something about this?” Grimmjow’s rough voice filled Ichigo’s senses further and his head jerked up to see the man looking directly at him with a wide and knowing grin.

“What?” he asked stupidly and Grimmjow stood.

“Follow me.” he said before walking purposefully towards to back exit.

Ichigo fidgeted with his glass a moment before he stood and walked too quickly out to follow the man. He wasn’t familiar with this weird sensation that caressed and tingled over his skin but he knew one thing: he liked it. Grimmjow was leaning against the building near a neon sign that painted the alley red and he looked up when the door opened and slammed closed again.

“Good boy.” he whispered to himself as he pushed away from the wall and took a step towards Ichigo.

“What’s your name?” Ichigo asked, his voice full of authority as if he fully expected to be answered immediately.

Grimmjow shook his head and got as close to Ichigo as he could before dipping his head to look the younger man in the eyes.

“Shut up.” he said simply before titling his head to sink his blunt front teeth into Ichigo’s jaw.

Ichigo’s breath caught and his head dropped to the side a bit, exposing his neck to the man he knew nothing about. Grimmjow nearly laughed at the action that left Ichigo completely defenseless but took what was offered. If he had learned anything from his parents growing up it was that you didn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. Grimmjow licked a slow line up the hard tendon on Ichigo’s neck, sighing at the taste, before he bared his fangs and sank them in deep. Ichigo’s body jerked and his eyes flew open when he realized his mistake and he used all his strength to push the other man away from him.

“You… you fucking bit me?!” Ichigo half roared as he finally realized he wasn’t the only vampire in the alley.

Grimmjow smirked and took up a cocky stance as he chuckled and bared his fangs once more; the feel on the blood on his skin and trickling down his throat making him want to dance. “Where the hell do you think you are, Princess?”

Ichigo glared at Grimmjow and reached up to staunch the flow of blood from his neck.

Grimmjow took a menacing step forward and looked down his nose at Ichigo, a wide grin on his bloody face.

“You come slummin’ it in this part of town you should know what yer getting into beforehand.” Grimmjow licked his fingers and chuckled. “Pretty little rich boy like you is bound to get eaten right up.”

Ichigo growled and sneered. “I didn’t come here to…”

“What did you come here for then, if not for this?” Grimmjow asked, taking another step forward and backing Ichigo into the hard brick wall behind him.

“I….”

Grimmjow dipped his head and sniffed at the blood on Ichigo’s hand, neck and shirt.

“You hop into a gay bar, give me those brooding sexy eyes, follow me out here to this dingy fucking alleyway and bare your neck to me… let me taste you.” Grimmjow sniffed again, this time taking a deep breath and angling his head so that he could look Ichigo right in the eyes; electric blue and molten brown.

“And yer fuckin’ sweet, Princess.”



***"The Colour of Blood" story idea by me and written by my beloved best friend and the greatest writer ~Mistress-Penlopye***


HUZZAH!!!! That little teasing WIP earlier is COMPLETED!!! FINALLY!

*ahem* First off, the pic originally started out as just a solo streetsmart vampire Grimmjow (sort of like a follow up to my earlier vampire Ichigo pic). I shared the actual full view of the draft to ~Mistress-Penlopye and rambled to her about it, and suddenly and unwittingly an idea struck me. I still blame you fer it Duckie (even though I started it)~~! *ahem*
The idea is basically a vampire GrimmIchi story, aristocratic / high class pureblood Kurosaki Ichigo, and former member of an aristocratic family Grimmjow Jaegerjaques (removed/abdicated from his clan) now living the carefree low life. In short, the life of a typical rich kid went upside down on a seemingly fated meeting and eventual friendship and love with a low class delinquent, and of course it won't be a smooth sailing relationship as far as Ichigo is concerned. ~Mistress-Penlopye got interested on the idea in which she said she may write a story about it. Completely turned on and gripped by my idea along with a scene forming in my head from the solo vampire Grimmjow pic -a scene where the two first met, so I drew in vampire Ichigo, showed it to her and asked her if she could make a drabble out it....and the rest is history She got really into it that it became more than a typical 100 word drabble -not that I'm complaining~
Thank you so very much Duckie, I love you~~ Oh, I'm sooooo not sorry for distracting you from editing your story. Yer know yer enjoying it~~!

*ahem* Ramblings aside, I hope y'all enjoyed both the pic AND the story


<sub>Done with Paint Tool Sai + Photoshop CS3



Art & Story idea © *blackstorm [ME]
"The Colour of Blood" © ~Mistress-Penlopye
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