Grimm x Dante // 50scenes // 10,000 Times Yes (Part 4)
Title: 10,000 Times Yes (Part 4)
Author:
gogodgene (written to complement scenes by
gogochan)
Fandom(s): Bleach x Devil May Cry
Characters: Grimmjow Jaggerjack, sleeping Dante Sparda
50scenes prompt: Table 1, #001 S l e e p
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): Cursing, Inferred sex, angst/fluff
Summary: Grimmjow receives the best damn gift ever.
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He was going to say it again.
The afternoon, much to his relief, had almost rolled past him. He had been off work that day and decided to take care of some life-things to pass the time. Like his check, and groceries, and cleaning his place up (which wasn't really much cleaning, actually. Like he would actually clean his whole apartment. It was more like he shoved some shit into a dark corner and took the trash out), and laundry (that had been piling up for weeks. Grimmjow had never believed in keeping his clothes clean regularly. He picked up whatever was on the floor and wore it if it didn't stink. Of course, he tended to look nicer for work and Dante, but that was a totally different story.). It was about 6:00 when he finally looked at the clock, after an hour of vegging out on his couch. The TV was on, but he hadn't really been watching it. He never watched much TV anyway (unless it was sports or the military channel).
No, he had been thinking about some things. Things that pertained to his little demon of a lover and the three words that he had uttered for the first time in his life. Was it the first time...? Had to be. He never said it to his parents, who had died when he was young, and he had never said it to any of his lovers (although some of them had said those three words to him. In bed). None of them had been worth it, and he wasn't the type to tell someone he was in love with them if he didn't mean it.
It had been kind of hard to work up the guts to tell Dante that, but it was something about that night... Maybe the way he had kissed him so passionately, yet casually, at his work post. Something that night made Grimmjow look at the cocky P.I. and say to himself, "I love him." At first, the blue-haired bouncer couldn't actually believe he'd thought such a thing. He tested the phrase over and over again in his head, until it actually sounded right. Of course, by the time he had worked up the nerve to say it to his snowy-haired lover, they were in the middle of sex. Grimm knew it wasn't really in good taste to say something like "I love you" in the throes of passion; that happened enough to him to know that people didn't mean it.
But the words just kept bubbling up until he couldn't hold them in anymore. He said "I love you, Dante" just as they climaxed.
The snarling bouncer was a regular fucking romantic. He felt a tad embarrassed of himself when it happened, which is why he didn't really say anything when Dante played it off by saying he loved their sex life. And who wouldn't? So, he concluded it to be totally his fault when Dante hadn't said the same thing back to him. Grimmjow had the worst timing, ever.
Which was why Grimm decided to go over Dante's place early and try the "I love you" thing one more time. Maybe then he'd appear more serious. He knew Dante loved him; had to, just with the way he looked at him, and the way they were so completely perfect and comfortable around each other. Yeah...
So, he'd just go over there, kiss the guy, and say "I love you Dante, and I really mean it this time." Easy. Right? Right.
The car ride over to Devil May Cry seemed to take no time at all.
So why the fuck was he now stalled in front of Dante's office door, looking like some sleazy fucking stalker who couldn't face his victim? Or some shit. Grimmjow growled at his stupidity, swinging open the door, and almost calling for his lover until he saw said love-interest bent over his desk. Asleep. The bouncer strolled up to the sleeping man, contemplating whether or not to wake him. This was kinda important, but then again... Best to just let him stay asleep. About that time, Grimm noticed the blue marker in Dante's hand. Maybe he had been reviewing some cases?
At that point, for some reason, the image of Dante snoozing with a gun in his hand came to mind. What was that killer of a pistol called? Ivory. Yeah. During the first couple of weeks that they were seeing each other (or having sex. Whichever.), he had strolled in one day to find the white-haired trash talker fast asleep at his desk, with Ivory clutched in one hand. He always asked himself what prompted the P.I. to sometimes sleep with the gun...though he never brought it up.
Grimmjow shrugged it off. Maybe he really didn't want to know... Right now he was wondering why half of a pizza box was on Dante's desk. And why there was writing on it. Blue marker, blue writing, a pizza box cover, Dante asleep, and five or more bottles of booze on his desk...
Obviously, the guy had been up to something difficult. Grimm picked up the messily-scrawled note(?), and read it.
"Dear Grimm,
I'm really bad at this stuff. Lemme start by sayin sorry. No. Lemme start with thank you. Or yes. and me too. No, sorry was rite. Sorry you gotta read this on a pizza box. Sorry I fucked up n didnt say what u said last nite when u said it. It meant means so much u have no idea. Nobodys ever said that like that to me b4. An I shoulda said it back. An oh shit, kinda outta space so here goes. I love you to. So much. N' I never said that like that 2 anyone b4. Only u. Hope I ddn't fuck this up for real. Hope its not too late. Will say it again n' again. Today n always. I love u, Grimm."
And Grimmjow read it again.
And again.
And once more, for good luck.
He couldn't stop the smile that crept onto his face, and something bubbled in his chest, like the other night... And Grimmjow chuckled to himself, barely holding the laughter back. A love note on a pizza box.
A love note on a pizza box lid; in blue marker. In messy handwriting; in horrible English. With Dante's name signed on the side. It was smudged, too. It was, perhaps, one of the most imperfect things ever given to him, but at that moment, it was the greatest gift he had ever received. Nothing would ever top it.
The bouncer carefully took the marker out of Dante's hand, brushing the bangs off of a pale forehead, and carefully wrote--nice and big, and backwards so that if he looked in a mirror, he could see it--DUH.
Job well done, Grimm rolled his eyes at the still sleeping figure and smirked.
"Yeah, well, I love you too. Dumbass."
Author:
gogodgene (written to complement scenes by
gogochan)
Fandom(s): Bleach x Devil May Cry
Characters: Grimmjow Jaggerjack, sleeping Dante Sparda
50scenes prompt: Table 1, #001 S l e e p
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): Cursing, Inferred sex, angst/fluff
Summary: Grimmjow receives the best damn gift ever.
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He was going to say it again.
The afternoon, much to his relief, had almost rolled past him. He had been off work that day and decided to take care of some life-things to pass the time. Like his check, and groceries, and cleaning his place up (which wasn't really much cleaning, actually. Like he would actually clean his whole apartment. It was more like he shoved some shit into a dark corner and took the trash out), and laundry (that had been piling up for weeks. Grimmjow had never believed in keeping his clothes clean regularly. He picked up whatever was on the floor and wore it if it didn't stink. Of course, he tended to look nicer for work and Dante, but that was a totally different story.). It was about 6:00 when he finally looked at the clock, after an hour of vegging out on his couch. The TV was on, but he hadn't really been watching it. He never watched much TV anyway (unless it was sports or the military channel).
No, he had been thinking about some things. Things that pertained to his little demon of a lover and the three words that he had uttered for the first time in his life. Was it the first time...? Had to be. He never said it to his parents, who had died when he was young, and he had never said it to any of his lovers (although some of them had said those three words to him. In bed). None of them had been worth it, and he wasn't the type to tell someone he was in love with them if he didn't mean it.
It had been kind of hard to work up the guts to tell Dante that, but it was something about that night... Maybe the way he had kissed him so passionately, yet casually, at his work post. Something that night made Grimmjow look at the cocky P.I. and say to himself, "I love him." At first, the blue-haired bouncer couldn't actually believe he'd thought such a thing. He tested the phrase over and over again in his head, until it actually sounded right. Of course, by the time he had worked up the nerve to say it to his snowy-haired lover, they were in the middle of sex. Grimm knew it wasn't really in good taste to say something like "I love you" in the throes of passion; that happened enough to him to know that people didn't mean it.
But the words just kept bubbling up until he couldn't hold them in anymore. He said "I love you, Dante" just as they climaxed.
The snarling bouncer was a regular fucking romantic. He felt a tad embarrassed of himself when it happened, which is why he didn't really say anything when Dante played it off by saying he loved their sex life. And who wouldn't? So, he concluded it to be totally his fault when Dante hadn't said the same thing back to him. Grimmjow had the worst timing, ever.
Which was why Grimm decided to go over Dante's place early and try the "I love you" thing one more time. Maybe then he'd appear more serious. He knew Dante loved him; had to, just with the way he looked at him, and the way they were so completely perfect and comfortable around each other. Yeah...
So, he'd just go over there, kiss the guy, and say "I love you Dante, and I really mean it this time." Easy. Right? Right.
The car ride over to Devil May Cry seemed to take no time at all.
So why the fuck was he now stalled in front of Dante's office door, looking like some sleazy fucking stalker who couldn't face his victim? Or some shit. Grimmjow growled at his stupidity, swinging open the door, and almost calling for his lover until he saw said love-interest bent over his desk. Asleep. The bouncer strolled up to the sleeping man, contemplating whether or not to wake him. This was kinda important, but then again... Best to just let him stay asleep. About that time, Grimm noticed the blue marker in Dante's hand. Maybe he had been reviewing some cases?
At that point, for some reason, the image of Dante snoozing with a gun in his hand came to mind. What was that killer of a pistol called? Ivory. Yeah. During the first couple of weeks that they were seeing each other (or having sex. Whichever.), he had strolled in one day to find the white-haired trash talker fast asleep at his desk, with Ivory clutched in one hand. He always asked himself what prompted the P.I. to sometimes sleep with the gun...though he never brought it up.
Grimmjow shrugged it off. Maybe he really didn't want to know... Right now he was wondering why half of a pizza box was on Dante's desk. And why there was writing on it. Blue marker, blue writing, a pizza box cover, Dante asleep, and five or more bottles of booze on his desk...
Obviously, the guy had been up to something difficult. Grimm picked up the messily-scrawled note(?), and read it.
"Dear Grimm,
I'm really bad at this stuff. Lemme start by sayin sorry. No. Lemme start with thank you. Or yes. and me too. No, sorry was rite. Sorry you gotta read this on a pizza box. Sorry I fucked up n didnt say what u said last nite when u said it. It meant means so much u have no idea. Nobodys ever said that like that to me b4. An I shoulda said it back. An oh shit, kinda outta space so here goes. I love you to. So much. N' I never said that like that 2 anyone b4. Only u. Hope I ddn't fuck this up for real. Hope its not too late. Will say it again n' again. Today n always. I love u, Grimm."
And Grimmjow read it again.
And again.
And once more, for good luck.
He couldn't stop the smile that crept onto his face, and something bubbled in his chest, like the other night... And Grimmjow chuckled to himself, barely holding the laughter back. A love note on a pizza box.
A love note on a pizza box lid; in blue marker. In messy handwriting; in horrible English. With Dante's name signed on the side. It was smudged, too. It was, perhaps, one of the most imperfect things ever given to him, but at that moment, it was the greatest gift he had ever received. Nothing would ever top it.
The bouncer carefully took the marker out of Dante's hand, brushing the bangs off of a pale forehead, and carefully wrote--nice and big, and backwards so that if he looked in a mirror, he could see it--DUH.
Job well done, Grimm rolled his eyes at the still sleeping figure and smirked.
"Yeah, well, I love you too. Dumbass."