The Yukata Fever - GrimmjowXIchigo [oneshot] - Part 1

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Title: The Yukata Fever (Part 1)
Author: Confusion No Hime
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Grimmjow X Ichigo and some Shuhei X Renji
Warnings: yaoi/malexmale, bad language, sexual graphical scenes and potential OOCness.
Summary: Ichigo gives Grimmjow what he wants on his eighteenth birthday during the Summer Festival and underneath the fireworks.
Prequel: Attention Seeker
Beta Reader: Keadeblue264

Note: This story was split into two parts because it's too long according to LJ.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Bleach.

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“Waahhh! You look so handsome in your yukata, Kurosaki-sensei!” A female student beamed at Ichigo as they stood in front of a takoyaki booth, hundreds of people walking and passing by around them. Karakura Town was currently celebrating their annual Summer Festival, thus many people had crowded in Ozayaka Shrine, the largest Shinto temple in their city, to hang out, enjoy the festivities and watch the fireworks later at nine o’ clock; some of them clad in their beautifully-printed yukata while some chose to wear modern clothes. The usually quiet and empty place was now filled with food stalls, novelty and souvenir booths, a couple of carnival rides and lots of people.

The day of the festival fell on Grimmjow’s eighteenth birthday and since that was the case, they’ve decided to go to the festival to celebrate, have fun, buy a few things and spend time with each other. They’ve already made that plan three weeks ago, but Renji just had to destroy everything. The red-head had suddenly invited Ichigo to go with him to the festival, saying that he would like to have fun with his friend, buy Mochi together and wear a yukata. The loud P.E. teacher had claimed that he always wore traditional clothes when he goes to a festival and since he hadn't seen Ichigo in one before, he suggested that he should wear one as well. He refused to agree to it at first and declined his friend’s invitation, but because Renji was really stubborn and wouldn’t stop bugging him about it to the point of almost stalking him, he was forced to say yes, especially when the man suddenly dropped by in his house at a time when Grimmjow was supposed to visit. He didn’t really want his co-worker to see him hanging out with his problem student in his house after school. That would not be a good situation to encounter. So he was left with no other choice, but to accept and ask his young lover to change their plans. Grimmjow was epically pissed at what happened so he and his friends started bullying the P.E. teacher the next day to secretly get back at him.

So now there was Ichigo, standing in front of one of his students in the middle of a crowded street without Renji by his side, the red-head having suddenly vanished like a ghost while they were walking together, leaving him alone and irritated. The orange-haired teacher tried to smile at his student. “Thank you, Hinamori-kun. You also look pretty in your yukata.” He praised as well. The young teen did look prettier in her pink yukata with floral prints.

Hinamori giggled and almost blushed. “Oh, thank you sensei!”

After that, the young female bid farewell to look for her friends, who were also Ichigo’s students, and flitted away, leaving the Chemistry teacher alone in the middle of that jam-packed street. He should’ve expected that the place would also be crowded with people he knew; going to the festival with Grimmjow was not a good idea after all.

Eight months had already passed since he started a secret relationship with his problem student. The blue-haired teen had teased and insulted him in every way possible just to get his attention when he was accepted as a new teacher in Karakura High.  He thought Grimmjow Jeagerjaques hated him or just liked tormenting him for the sake of amusement, but it turned out that the delinquent actually liked him and did all those terrible things to him because he wanted his attention. At that time, he, too, was also secretly attracted to his student. Who wouldn’t? The young man was as handsome as a hot German model and possessed the deepest and bluest eyes he had ever seen. But because he was a teacher, he had abandoned all possibilities and desires to express his feelings to him. So when Grimmjow unexpectedly hit on him and actually offered himself, he felt like he was the luckiest man in the world. It was a really good thing that he had invited the young man to his office that day.

But despite how happy he was with their relationship, no one at school or any of his close friends or family knew about them. Student-teacher relationships were forbidden after all. And yes, the scandalous drawings of him being fucked or sucked by a man who looked a lot like Grimmjow still greeted him in the classroom every morning. He already asked his young lover to stop from asking his friend Yammy into creating them, but the teenager was really stubborn, saying that people at school would be suspicious of them if he would suddenly stop bullying him. He just rolled his eyes at that.

He was fully aware why Grimmjow kept doing it. Grimmjow wanted to top, to be the alpha, to be seme, to be the dominant one and he conveyed that desire almost every day through those obscene drawings.

He started walking again through the throngs of people, his eyes looking at every stall and booth, searching for his co-teacher who had already seemed to forget him, still contemplating. Since it was Grimmjow’s birthday today, it meant he would have to give his lover what he wanted.  Excitement instantly washed over him as he imagined himself panting heavily under Grimmjow, his blue-haired teen swiftly moving inside him, finally taking him. Although he had promised the younger man that he would only let him take the lead in their sexual activities once he turned eighteen, there was no time of day that he hadn't fantasized about it. He kept it a secret from his lover though, for he was sure that Grimmjow would become more eager and desperate about finally taking him.

“Shit.” He muttered to himself, suddenly feeling the pain of an oncoming headache knocking against his skull. All these people and noise were making his head and eyes hurt. He took a deep breath to brush it off and came up with the decision to go home, expecting that his young lover would be waiting for him there just as they planned.

He was about to reach one of the shrine’s gates when he felt his cellphone suddenly vibrate inside his kinchaku-bag. He quickly took it out and flipped it open. His chest suddenly filled with joy when he saw that he got a text message from Grimmjow.

Where are you? The message said, a small smile gracing his lips as he read it.

I’m still here at the festival. I suddenly lost Renji and I can’t find him anywhere so I’ll just go home. He replied.

He received a response almost immediately. Hold it. I’m in front of the Chiriku Temple right now. I’ll wait for you here.

Ichigo’s brows creased in confusion. They were supposed to meet at his house after his appointment with Renji, but it seemed his lover had changed his mind. He placed his cellphone back in his kinchaku and almost ran to meet his student.

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Grimmjow’s jaw literally dropped to the ground when he saw Ichigo. His Chemistry teacher/lover, who usually wore long-sleeved shirts and slacks, came up to him with a dazzling smile on his face, wearing a black yukata with thin diagonal stripes  and an auburn-colored obi tied neatly around his slim waist. The deep color of the fabric definitely brought out his wild orange hair and the belt perfectly matched with his brown eyes. He knew the older man would be wearing a yukata, but he didn't expect that he would look really stunning in it, especially so since the traditional robe had perfectly exposed his long graceful neck. He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly gone dry and his cock twitching angrily inside his briefs as images of himself ravishing Ichigo's neck while wearing that robe flooded his brain.

On the other hand, Ichigo was also in the same state. He was expecting to see Grimmjow wearing the usual vintage tee, a pair of tattered jeans and sneakers, but his young lover was wearing a yukata as well and he looked so gorgeous in it. The blue-haired teen was dressed in a navy blue robe with white dragon prints on it and an obi that shared the same color with his deep blue eyes. It suited him perfectly since his clothes matched very well with his hair and eyes. His auburn eyes intensely raked along the young man’s body. Obviously, the teenager wasn't able to tie his obi well because the yukata was slightly loose around his torso, revealing a great expanse of his hard chest and well-defined clavicle.  He fought the urge to lick his lips at the sight. He was going to have a hard time controlling himself tonight, wondering even more as to why his lover suddenly changed their plans and decided to wear a yukata.

“Sensei.” Grimmjow unperturbedly greeted, flashing his usual arrogant smirk. He was glad he was doing a great job acting cool, though deep inside his heart was beating like a jackhammer and his hormones were currently raising chaos in his blood.

Ichigo kept his smile; trying his best to act composed as he walked up to the younger man currently leaning on the temple’s entrance pillar. “Grimmjow-kun. What are you doing here? I thought we would be meeting at my house?”

Yes, they still addressed each other formally though there were times that Grimmjow would slip and would call the older man by his first name or his nickname, Ichi. After all, Ichigo was his lover and he was already comfortable being with his teacher. However, Ichigo felt different about it. He always insisted that Grimmjow should still use honorifics when talking to him even if they were alone. He was still older than his lover after all.

“I changed my mind. I thought it’d be boring to spend my birthday at home since we’re always staying there.”

Grimmjow simply answered and continued to look appreciatively at his lover. “You look damn hot in that.”

Ichigo was really trying his best to keep his serene disposition but it was difficult when he was gazing at him with hunger flickering deeply in his azure eyes. “You too. I'm actually very surprised to see you wearing one. I take it that this is your first time? The obi is a bit loose around your waist.” He inquired with a raised eyebrow as he looked at his lover’s chest. God, how he really wanted to run his tongue all over that flawless body.

The blue-haired teen looked at himself and shrugged. “I tried my best to tie the obi properly but I guess I really suck at it.” He replied, feeling a bit disappointed. He had decided to wear a yukata because he wanted to surprise and impress his lover. He really had no idea how to properly wear a yukata and tie an obi. He just wrapped the long fabric around his waist and secured it without really caring if it was right or wrong. He thought as long as he wore one and he looked somehow good in it, it was okay.

“It still looks good on you though.” Ichigo consoled, earning a light snigger from the younger man. “Anyway, I’m just wondering why you decided to wear traditional clothes today. This is so unlike you.” He asked, giving his lover a curious look.

Grimmjow placed his signature grin on his lips. “I wanted to surprise you, that's all. And I think I had achieved my purpose.”

Ichigo almost rolled his eyes. His lover was so right and he was happy that the young man exerted effort in surprising him. Then, he looked at his watch to check the time. “We still have an hour before the fireworks. Do you wanna walk around and find something to eat? I did say I'd be treating you since it's your birthday.”

Grimmjow snorted; that wasn't really what he wanted to do at that time. It was his birthday and he finally turned eighteen; Ichigo should've known what he really wanted and what they should be doing tonight. “Hell no. This place is packed and just looking at all these people makes me dizzy. And besides, I think I saw a couple of familiar faces around here so it wouldn’t be good to walk around. I‘d rather sit somewhere quiet and talk.” He replied as he looked meaningfully at his teacher.

The orange-head cocked an eyebrow. He knew exactly what those blue eyes were currently telling him. “Maybe you mean you’d rather sit somewhere quiet and do something perverted.” He frankly stated.

The teenager smirked, the pooling heat in his groin intensifying. “You know me too well, Kurosaki-sensei.” He took a step closer to his teacher, leaning in to whisper in his ear. “And it’s finally my birthday. I’m eighteen. You haven’t forgotten your promise, right?”

Ichigo shivered as he felt Grimmjow’s breath waft on his skin, his heart beating wildly in his chest at what his lover said.

He just gave him a wicked smile and started walking, expecting Grimmjow to follow him. He was still cool, calm and collected on the outside but deep inside he was itching to jump on his student and do naughty things with him. And besides, he did promise that he would allow the younger man to lead once he turned eighteen, he just didn’t expect that

Grimmjow would actually ask for it tonight. He silently took a deep breath and tried to stay calm, readying himself for what may happen.

They quietly left the area where the festival was held and climbed up the steps that led to the inner temple which was located at the higher part of the shrine. The whole place was practically a small hill filled with trees and bushes and because of its height; they might find a good spot to watch the fireworks later.

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“Are you really familiar with this place, Grimmjow-kun? We’ve been walking around here for quite some time now and we still haven’t reached that ‘nice spot’ you’re talking about.” Ichigo said as they walked along a narrow dirt path through the woods.

Grimmjow scowled at the older man. “Of course I am. It's just difficult to find it because it's dark.” He shot back as he looked around. He was telling the truth. He actually came here a few weeks ago before Abarai-sensei ruined their first plan to explore and search for a place where he could be alone with his lover while they watched the fireworks during the festival.

Ichigo just sighed and continued to walk, silently following his student. They kept on walking through the woods, hearing nothing but the distant sound of the ongoing festival below the hill and their own footsteps until a strange noise suddenly echoed out of nowhere.

Ichigo immediately grabbed Grimmjow’s wrist. “What was that?” He wasn't scared or anything, but he was just worried…about what that sound might be because it didn't seem normal at all.

Grimmjow placed his index finger in front of his lips, signaling Ichigo to keep quiet as the strange sounds continued to ring through the small forest. He quietly pulled the older man as he walked and tried to make out what the strange noise was. The sound echoed louder and louder as they moved, making both of their hearts pound violently against their chests, and as they walked towards it, they realized that it was actually a person--or people--crying.

As hard as he tried to hide it, Ichigo was a bit scared. You just don’t hear mysterious eerie sounds of people crying in a dark place. Grimmjow carefully led him towards a large tree surrounded with thick bushes; the said sound resonating boisterously behind the thick foliage.

“I think someone’s there.” Grimmjow whispered as he pointed at the thick bushes. He kneeled on the ground and carefully peeked through the plants to see, his brows furrowing in concentration as he tried to adjust his sight to the darkness.

Ichigo did the same and looked around behind the tall plants where he only saw more trees, bushes and two people tangled up with each other beside a tall acacia tree, the silver moon shining gloriously upon them as they engaged in an activity so far from what he was expecting. He almost gasped. He seriously thought for a moment that there was a ghost, but seriously, two people fucking? Having hot wild sex in the dark and in the middle of the woods? He should’ve known.

The blue-haired teenager grinned like a mad dog. Of all the things he was expecting to see, he didn’t expect something like this. He felt like he was watching a porno movie as he looked at the scene in front of him.  On the other hand, the orange head was dumbfounded as he gazed at the two people behind those bushes.

There was a man who had spiky raven hair, wearing a black, slim-fitting t-shirt and a pair of jeans, moving his hips erratically as he tried to hold onto a pair of naked thighs seductively hooked on his waist. And sandwiched between the hard trunk of the tree and the man was a woman with long red hair, her face buried deep in her partner's chest. She was wearing a red yukata with floral prints (to Ichigo it looked like cherry blossoms and it appeared pretty familiar), her sleeves almost falling off her long arms as her partner forcefully pounded into her.

Grimmjow felt his cock instantly harden at the sight, a lump suddenly forming in his throat as he fed off the scene before him. Ichigo was pretty much feeling the same though he felt guilty for accidentally engaging in voyeurism. That wasn’t right. They should stop from what they were doing and leave.

The mysterious couple moaned louder, their breathing becoming harsh and labored as they moved faster. “Fuck! I’m coming!” The man said.

“Aaaahhh! Me too! Harder! Fuck me harder, Shuhei!” The other person said, which shocked the hell out of them. What surprised them even more was that he sounded familiar, very familiar. And damn, the name he just uttered sounded very familiar as well.

“Shit. That guy just said Shuhei!” Grimmjow whispered incredulously as he looked at his teacher who couldn’t take his eyes away from the couple.

Ichigo tried to clear his head, thinking. Shuhei Hisagi was one of his students. He was Grimmjow’s classmate and now that he thought about it, the crimson hair, the familiarly red yukata and that deep, husky voice sounded like—

“Aaahhh! Fuck! Fuck! Abarai-sensei!”

Renji.

What the hell?

This time he locked eyes with his young lover, both of them sharing the same dumbfounded expression. Hisagi and Renji…? Hisagi, who was a student, was fuking Renji, the P.E. teacher in their school?

Ichigo tried to catch his breath and eased his raging emotions as he gazed at the couple again, who was now slumped on the grassy ground in a pile of tangled limbs and messy clothes, catching their breaths as they hugged each other tight. He didn't expect that Renji would have an affair with a student. He wondered why and how did that happen, but then he had no right to ask or judge. He was also in a forbidden relationship with his student.

Grimmjow felt hot, really, really hot at that moment. He felt horny when he first saw Ichigo in a yukata but now, he was even more aroused. He imagined how Ichigo would look like as he fucked him while wearing it. He bit his lip hard and tried to contain himself.

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“O-oi!” Renji yelled as he pushed his lover away, glaring at the raven-haired teen. “Stop it already.”

Hisagi still looked heatedly at his older lover, his hands tightly wrapped around Renji’s waist as he rubbed his still hard erection against the older man’s. “But I’m still hard.” He almost whined desperately. He couldn’t help it, his body was still hot and his penis was still aching because of too much desire. When he first saw his P.E. teacher wearing an alluring bright red yukata when they met, he got immediately turned on and without even thinking, he suddenly dragged him somewhere dark and quiet and pounced on him. He definitely did not anticipate that the redhead would be wearing a yukata for the festival and he wore it very well.

The red-haired man continued to protest. “Fuck Shuhei! You already came inside me thrice without pulling out! My back and my ass hurt already! And besides, I'm sure Ichigo is looking for me by now since I just ditched him to meet up with you!”

The younger man sighed in defeat and slowly let go of his teacher. He took his hankie out of his jeans' pocket and wiped his erection, disappointed that he wasn't able to convince his lover to continue. He still wanted to persuade Renji but he understood the older man. He would have to wait until his lover had finished his meeting with Kurosaki-sensei and could meet up with him again. He placed his arousal back inside his boxers and fastened his jeans, trying his best to calm his raging hormones as Renji took the handkerchief in his hand and used it to wipe his butt.

Renji silently groaned as he cleaned himself. He closed his yukata to cover his body and tried to stand up, wincing in pain as his hips and ass ached. “Aw, shit.” He was expecting that something like this would happen since he had anticipated that Shuhei would be looking for him in the festival, but he definitely did not expect that his student would immediately snap, lose his control and fuck him senseless.

“Are you okay?” Hisagi asked with concern, offering his hand to his lover.

The red-head immediately accepted his student’s hand and straightened up, heaving a deep breath. “Yeah, I’m okay.” The teenager smiled at him and helped him fix his yukata, which was now crumpled and dirty. He didn’t feel bad about it though. The raven-haired teen was actually the reason why he wore a yukata for the festival; he just told Ichigo that he usually wore one when he goes to a festival so he wouldn't be alone on the street while wearing his flamboyant outfit.
He had a feeling that the young man would go crazy for him once he saw him wearing something sexy and beautiful like that, and he was right. Too bad he had to end their fun immediately because of some orange-haired guy he left somewhere in the festival.

“There. You look great again.” Hisagi complimented as he looked appreciatively at his teacher. He immediately shook his head when he felt his cock rouse inside his pants. He should really stop looking intently at his hot red-haired lover.

A smirk curved up in Renji’s lips. He appreciated the fact that the young man was really concerned about him.

“Thanks.” He said as he allowed Hisagi to guide him out of that place.
“Abarai-sensei.”

“Yeah?”

“You’ll still let me do it after the festival right?”

“Of course.”

“I want to do it with your yukata on.”

Renji grinned. “That’ll be cool.”

They conversed, their voices slowly fading away as they left.

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“Woah. That was one hell of a surprise." Grimmjow blurted once the other couple was out of earshot.

Ichigo nodded, still surprised at what they just discovered. “So I guess he was the reason why Renji suddenly disappeared.” He said as he looked at his lover.

The teenager smirked. “Who would’ve thought that those two are together?” He said with disbelief in his voice.

“And who would’ve thought that the two of us are also together?” The older man shot back, his voice tainted with worry and his brown eyes gleaming with sadness. “We're just the same as them, aren't we?” Ichigo knew what risks he had to face when Grimmjow became his lover. He was a teacher, and once the school finds out that he was going out with one of their students, they would definitely fire him, report him to the Ministry of Education and probably have his teaching license revoked. But those risks only bothered him a little; what he was really worried about was the possibility that he might never see Grimmjow again if that happened. The teenager was very important to him although he hadn’t fully or vocally expressed that to him yet.

Grimmjow avoided his lover’s gaze and took a deep breath as he felt his heart thump painfully in his chest. He was fully aware of that so he couldn't help the fear that sometimes clawed at his insides whenever he imagined that someone would someday find out about their secret.  Although he was only initially attracted to Ichigo, his feelings had developed for the older man as he spent time with him and had gotten to know more about him. The thought that someone might take Ichigo away from him bothered him very much. He sighed heavily and cleared his head of those thoughts. It was his birthday and he should be having fun, not worrying about stupid things. He stood up and placed his hands on his waist. “Let’s go, sensei.” He just said. He really didn’t want to dwell too much on that topic.

Ichigo silently sighed and got up as well, brushing his yukata off before facing his lover again. it was obvious that
Grimmjow didn’t want to talk about the possible consequences that their forbidden relationship wound incur once they were found out, so he decided not to push it as well. He placed a smile on his lips instead and said, “Okay."

Part 2