Les Infidèles: Première Partie: L'attraction

Salutations! Patd06 here with a GrimmIchi three-shot. Uhh, this is kind of different from my other stuff, mainly because it's not really on the funny side. With that said, I hope everyone still likes it even though it's not funny or anything.

The story will be told in three parts:

Première Partie: L'attraction (The Attraction)

Deuxième Partie: La Consommation (The Consummation)

Troisième Partie: Le Châtiment (The Retribution)

I will try my very best to update with each part as soon as I finish them and have them beta'd by my awesome beta GrimmKitty6, but I do have school and a job, so please be patient with me...I hope you like Première Partie:)

Disclaimer: I do not own BLEACH or the characters therein.


Goddamn Ichigo for being a nice guy. Being a nice guy is what had gotten him into this current situation.

Two weeks earlier...

"C'mon, Ichigo. Just say yes and I'll never ask you for another favor," his giant of an acquaintance, Nnoitra Gilga, pleaded. Ichigo was not impressed.

"We both know that's a damn lie, Nnoi. You say that now but you'll be asking if you can crash at my place or borrow some money tomorrow." he responded nonchalantly.

"Ichigo, I don't want to show up without a date to my ex's wedding. I know she sent that invitation just to see if I would actually show, and I want to see the look on her face when I show up with a hottie like you." Nnoi said. Ichigo rolled his eyes.

"Flattery will get you nowhere."

"Alright...I'll pay your rent for the next three months." Nnoi said. Ichigo busted out laughing. "I'm serious."

"Fine, Nnoi. I'll go with you. But if you touch me, I'll put my foot so far up your ass, you'll sneeze out shoestrings. Got it?"

"Thank you so much, Ichigo. You won't regret it."

"Oh, I'm sure I will."

Okay, so maybe he wasn't the nicest guy in the world, but hey. He liked getting his way. And that included in his love life. He had what people referred to as 'acute toot it 'n' boot it syndrome', as in he didn't really dabble in the relationship pool. Sure, he'd take a guy out on a few dates or whatever, but once he got what he wanted, he proceeded to the exit without a second glance. So call him a douche, a dick, a jackass, a cunt; he didn't care. He liked sex. He liked guys. He didn't like commitment. So sue him, but karma's a bitch.

Now, here Ichigo was standing at a reception for a wedding between two people he barely knew surrounded by people he barely knew. Not to mention Nnoi had seemingly forgotten the threat that Ichigo had put on his asshole.

"Nnoi, what did I say about touching?" he asked in a bored tone. Nnoitra removed his arm from Ichigo's shoulder. "Thank you."

Ichigo's scowl deepened further when he spotted his ex conquest, Szayelaporro Granz across the room. What the fuck?

"Hey, Szayel, what's up?" Nnoi called.

Fuck my goddamn life. Ichigo thought. He discreetly separated himself from Nnoi as Szayel approached. As he walked to the other side of the room, he felt his phone vibrate in his breast pocket. He pulled it out and unlocked it, reading the text message:

Rukia Kuchiki: Eye candy, six o'clock...

Ichigo turned around. He was cute, but he wasn't really Ichigo's type. He was short, about five foot six, with raven hair and the largest sparkling emerald green eyes Ichigo had ever seen. He was also ghostly pale, very slender, and had a completely apathetic look on his face. Ichigo was considering taking the little uke in for a nightcap. Nothing more, nothing less. He texted Rukia back:

Ichigo Kurosaki: Meh. Just for tonight...

Rukia Kuchiki: Slut.

Ichigo Kurosaki: That's what I called your brother last night.

He was still looking down at his phone as he was making his way in the direction of his conquest for the night. Suddenly, he bumped into a solid wall of muscle.

"Excuse me," he said, rubbing his head.

"Don't worry about it, red," a deep, husky voice responded. Ichigo looked up and almost blacked out. "I'm not hurt or nothing."

This man was gorgeous. He was tall, a little taller than Ichigo with radiant blue eyes and a beautiful pearly white smile. His tanned skin was pulled over perfect muscles and he had vibrant sky blue hair that was styled in an unkempt fashion. His hands were thrust in his pockets as he looked Ichigo over. Ichigo smiled. New target locked.

"Well, I'm glad to hear that, blue." he responded. The man chuckled. "What's your name?"

"I'm Grimmjow. Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez." he said, extending his hand. Ichigo shook it and was thrilled when Grimmjow held on a little longer than social protocol called for. "You?"

"Ichigo Kurosaki." He scowled when Grimmjow snickered. "Shut up, it doesn't mean strawberry."

"Oh, what a shame. I like strawberries." Grimmjow said, leaning closer to Ichigo. Ichigo could feel his blush spreading. Grimmjow threw his head back and laughed. "What, are you a virgin?"

"Far from it. It's just not everyday I get hit on at a wedding." Ichigo responded.

"Who says I was hitting on you?" Grimmjow asked, mirth evident in his sapphire eyes. Ichigo just shook his head.

"Well, if you're not hitting on me, then there's no need for me to talk to you." he said. He stepped around Grimmjow and wasn't surprised when he felt a tight grip around his arm.

"Okay, so I am hitting on you. How's about you keep me company?" Grimmjow asked. Ichigo looked down at Grimmjow's hand on his arm. Grimmjow didn't let go and Ichigo smirked.

"Alright." he said.

The two spent the rest of the reception talking to each other. Ichigo learned that Grimmjow was thirty-two, owned a lucrative cosmetics company, had a son named Toushirou, and lived outside of Nagasaki on his own private estate. He was the best friend of the groom, Coyote Starrk, who was co-owner of the company. Ichigo only told Grimmjow the minimum; he was twenty-four, lived alone, had two sisters, and a dog named Immaculate.

"Isn't that the breed that drools almost constantly?" Grimmjow asked, as he laughed boisterously. Ichigo chuckled as well.

"Yeah. That's why I named him that. I love the contradiction." he responded.

"My son wants a dog but I'm just not for the whole upkeep of it. Those things are almost more responsibility than a fucking kid." Grimmjow said. Ichigo nodded.

"May I ask how old your son is?" he asked.

"He's eleven."

"Is he adopted?" Grimmjow looked at him as if he'd asked the dumbest question in the world.

"No, why do you ask?"

"Well...I mean, you're gay, right?" Ichigo asked. Grimmjow chuckled.

"Bisexual." he responded, reaching for his champagne glass. That's when Ichigo saw it. The little golden band surrounding Grimmjow's ring finger.

Grimmjow was...married.

He'd spent almost the entire night getting to know a married man. Well, almost getting to know. Apparently the fact that he was married slipped his mind and he'd been unable to endow Ichigo with this crucial information. He was married, and he had a son. Immediately, Ichigo felt a twinge of jealousy pull at his heart. Wait, why was he jealous? It's not like Grimmjow was supposed to be important to him anyway, just something to do.

But still, Ichigo couldn't help but wonder what Grimmjow's wife was like. He wondered if she was pretty, if she cooked dinner for him every night, if they held hands, and hugged and kissed...

"Hey, you okay, Ichi?" Grimmjow asked, snapping his fingers in front of Ichigo's face. Ichigo blinked a few times; once to focus, thrice at the nickname.

"Uh, yeah. I'm good." He paused for a second, almost losing his nerve. But he got it right back. He just had to know. "May I ask her name?" He stared openly at Grimmjow's ring so his question would be clear to the older man. Grimmjow's posture stiffened.

"Nelliel." he said, lowly.

Nelliel. Grimmjow had a wife named Nelliel and a son named Toushirou. Nelliel was Grimmjow's wife. Grimmjow was married.

"Pretty." was the only thing Ichigo could manage to say.

"Yeah." Grimmjow said. They sat in silence for a while. Ichigo couldn't find any words to express how conflicted he was at that moment.

"Why didn't she come with you?" Ichigo asked, breaking the silence that was threatening to suffocate him.

"Our last nanny, Orihime, went to college so Nel had to stay home with Toushirou. I didn't know how hard it was to find a decent nanny until she left." Grimmjow responded. Ichigo gasped.

"So you're Inoue's hot boss that she never stopped blabbering about?" he exclaimed. Grimmjow laughed.

"You know Orihime? Small world, huh?" he said. Ichigo nodded. "Well, I didn't know I was that hot." Ichigo scowled.

"That's a damn lie if I've ever heard one, you narcissist." Grimmjow just laughed again. Then his smile receded into a feral smirk and he leaned closer to Ichigo.

"So you think I'm hot?" he asked. Ichigo shuddered at the husky tone of his voice. He was about to answer when his phone vibrated. Grimmjow leaned away as Ichigo pulled his phone out.

Rukia Kuchiki: NO.

Ichigo looked up to the other side of the room where he was sure Rukia would be. He locked eyes with her and she shook her head slowly, shifting her gaze to Grimmjow. Ichigo was confused.

Ichigo Kurosaki: What?

Rukia Kuchiki: He's not it. I'm not about to let you get yourself pulled into another dangerous situation. Did you conveniently forget the last time you screwed around with someone like him?

Ichigo Kurosaki: He's not like him. You don't know anything about him.

Rukia Kuchiki: I know a lot more than you think, Ichigo. And you're right. He's not like Aizen at all. He's worse.

Ichigo silenced his phone and slid it back into his pocket. Grimmjow cocked his head to the side as he observed him.

"Are you mad, Ichi?" he asked. Ichigo shook his head.

"I'm fine, Grimm. But I kinda gotta go now. Family emergency." he said, standing. Grimmjow grabbed his hand.

"It was really nice meeting you, Ichigo." he said. Ichigo smiled and discreetly took the card that was in Grimmjow's hand.

"Nice meeting you too, Grimmjow." he said, and walked away.

A week after the wedding, Ichigo sat in his living room curled up on his couch. In one hand was his phone and in the other was the card Grimmjow had given to him with his contact information on it.

He'd spoken to Rukia about Grimmjow. Needless to say she was less than happy when he told her Grimmjow was married.

"Are you out of your fucking mind you stupid idiot!" were her exact words.

Ichigo had to admit that it was absolutely wrong for him to take Grimmjow up on his advances, but he didn't know what else to do. He just couldn't seem to get the older man out of his head. He figured it would all be over if he just had sex with Grimmjow. One good fuck and he'd be over it. That's how it was. Ichigo never stayed interested in a guy after he had sex with him.

He tapped the digits into his phone and dialed, patiently waiting for an answer.

"Jaegerjaquez Co, this is Harribel speaking, how may I help you?" a female voice answered.

"Uh, hi. Could I speak to Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez please?" Ichigo asked tentatively.

"May I ask who's calling?"

"Ichigo. Ichigo Kurosaki."

"Okay, please hold on."

After what seemed like an eternity, the line picked up and Grimmjow's sinful baritone poured into Ichigo's ears.

"Thought you forgot about me, strawberry." he said. Ichigo sighed.

"Don't call me strawberry." he said. Grimmjow chuckled.

"Fine." he said.

"So besides being annoying, is there a reason you gave me your number?" Ichigo inquired.

"Yeah, actually. I was wondering if you'd be interested in a job." Grimmjow replied. Ichigo perked up. He'd been unemployed for a few months and actually was trying to find work.

"Yeah, what kind of job?" he asked, eagerly.

"Being a nanny."

A week later, Ichigo had moved to the Jaegerjaquez estate. He lived in his own apartment about thirty feet from the main house. The mansion was enormous, the largest house Ichigo had ever seen. He'd found out from Grimmjow's secretary, Harribel, that the bluenette had grown up in the mansion and that it had sixteen bedrooms alone. Ichigo couldn't imagine living in a place like this. It took twenty minutes to get up the driveway from the main highway. There were four gardens, an orchard of sakura trees, an underground garage, and a sunhouse with an in-ground pool. Ichigo's apartment consisted of three bedrooms, two bathrooms, living room, kitchen and patio. It was ten times nicer than the one bedroom piece of shit he used to live in.

Ichigo had also had the opportunity to meet Toushirou, Grimmjow's son, and the boy loved him almost instantly. He was a handsome young boy with a small frame and snow white hair. He had blue eyes like his father. He spent his free time playing soccer with Ichigo and enjoyed every minute of it. In his first week of employment as the nanny, Ichigo had yet to meet the lady of the Jaegerjaquez estate, but he'd been caught up by one of the maids, Yoruichi.

Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck, Grimmjow's wife. She was the sole heiress to a very well-known German car manufacturer. She and Grimmjow had been childhood friends and were betrothed by their parents. Grimmjow was two years Nelliel's senior and when she turned eighteen they were married. A year later, Toushirou was born, thus sealing the security of both of their families' lucrative businesses.

Since the death of Grimmjow's father, Nelliel had essentially taken over the running of Jaegerjaquez Co. Grimmjow was chief executive officer, but Nelliel was the one who kept everything going smoothly. Along with this, she was also responsible for the public affairs of her father's company and had to travel to Germany twice a month. Through all of these responsibilities, she still managed to spend time with both her husband and her son. She was truly amazing.

Finding out how splendid Nelliel was only made Ichigo feel worse about being so attracted to Grimmjow. They rarely saw each other, but when they did, he couldn't keep his eyes off of him. There was just something otherworldly about the handsome CEO, and Ichigo felt drawn to him like a bee to a flower. And it was only made more difficult because Grimmjow seemed to be just as infatuated as Ichigo was.

One day, Toushirou requested a walk through the sakura orchard. Ichigo complied and Grimmjow, having a rare day off, decided to tag along. Toushirou was kicking a soccer ball ahead of them as Ichigo and Grimmjow strolled casually behind him.

"Do you like it here so far?" Grimmjow asked. Ichigo nodded his head.

"It's beautiful here and Toushirou is awesome. How is it that you have the coolest son on the planet?" he asked. Grimmjow scoffed and gestured towards himself.

"Because I am the embodiment of awesome." Ichigo bursted with laughter.

"I'm sorry, old man, but I think your awesomeness has reached its end." he said, laughing harder when Grimmjow glared at him.

"Did you just call me old?"

"I'm sorry, let me give you time to put your hearing aid in, grandpa." Ichigo continued to laugh as Grimmjow continued to glare.

"Ichigo, Father, I'm gonna go to the lake, okay?" Toushirou called.

"That's fine, Shiro, just don't wander too far." Grimmjow responded.

"I won't." Toushirou kicked his soccer ball and ran after it. As soon as he was out of sight, Ichigo found himself pinned to a sakura tree with Grimmjow's hard body pressed against his.

"Grimmjow, what are you doing?" Ichigo gasped when he felt Grimmjow's semi-hard length grind against his thigh.

"You won't think I'm an old man by the time I'm done with you." Ichigo shuddered as Grimmjow gripped his slim hips with his large hands.

"What about your wife?" Ichigo asked as Grimmjow lowered his mouth to his. Grimmjow didn't respond as he kissed Ichigo deeply. Too stunned by the spontaneity of it, Ichigo didn't respond to the kiss at first. However, once he realized what was happening, he responded with vigor, surprising himself with the neediness of the kiss.

He didn't know how long they kissed, but suddenly, he felt Grimmjow's tongue swipe along his bottom lip. Ichigo opened his mouth and their tongues swirled together, Grimmjow's dominating almost instantly. Ichigo moaned into the kiss when Grimmjow caressed his heated skin underneath his shirt. Ichigo's lungs burned from lack of air and he reluctantly pulled away from Grimmjow, panting. Grimmjow placed fluttering kisses on Ichigo's flushed cheeks and his forehead while Ichigo struggled to catch his breath.

"I want you so bad, Ichi."

"I want you too, Grimm. But, we shouldn't. We can't." Ichigo responded breathlessly as Grimmjow assaulted his neck with his sinful mouth.

"Why not?" he asked. Just as he was about to bring his mouth to Ichigo's again, they heard footsteps and immediately pulled away from each other.

"Father! Father, look! I found him near the lake." Toushirou called as he ran towards them. In his arms, he carried a small white puppy. "Can I keep him?"

"I don't know, Shiro. It's a lot of responsibility." Grimmjow said.

"I can do it!" Toushirou responded, determinedly.

"And I'll help him. He could be a new friend for Immaculate." Ichigo pitched in. Grimmjow thought for a second and then nodded.

"Alright." he said. Toushirou smiled broadly.

"Thank you, father."

"What are you going to name him, Toushirou?" Ichigo asked. Toushirou stroked the white fur of the puppy thoughtfully.

"Yuki." he responded. "C'mon, Ichigo, let's go show Immaculate." Toushirou grabbed Ichigo's hand and started to pull him along.

"Hey, Shiro, you go ahead to Ichigo's apartment. I need to talk to him for a second." Grimmjow said. Toushirou nodded and started toward the direction of Ichigo's apartment, snuggling Yuki close. Ichigo turned to face Grimmjow again.

"What is it, Grimm?" he asked. Grimmjow closed the distance between them, kissing Ichigo gently.

"Can I come see you tonight?" he asked. Without a second thought, Ichigo nodded his head. He kissed Grimmjow again and left to follow Toushirou.

That night, Ichigo sat in his apartment stroking Immaculate while waiting for Grimmjow. It was about eleven-thirty, and Grimmjow said he'd be there at midnight. Ichigo found himself angsty. He knew he wanted Grimmjow, but he didn't like the idea that he'd essentially be sharing him with Nelliel, or the possibility of Toushirou finding out. They'd almost been caught earlier by the latter, and Ichigo didn't like the feeling he got when he thought about how Toushirou would react to something like that.

Then there was the big Kahuna: Nelliel. What would happen if she found out? How would she react? Ichigo still hadn't even met the woman, and wouldn't until she returned from Germany the following week. He only knew what Yoruichi and Grimmjow had told him, and coming from Grimmjow there wasn't much. He didn't know Nel's temperaments and therefore, he didn't know what to expect. That's what bothered Ichigo the most. The not knowing. Ichigo's musings were cut off when Grimmjow walked into the living room. Ichigo stood from the couch and met him halfway hugging him.

"Did anyone see you?" he asked.

"If they did it's none of their goddamned business." Grimmjow responded. Ichigo nodded his assent and they shared a kiss before settling on the couch. Grimmjow laid his head in Ichigo's lap and Ichigo cascaded his fingers through Grimmjow's thick blue locks.

"Are you okay, Grimm?"

"Why do you ask?" Grimmjow turned so that he was looking into Ichigo's warm brown eyes. Ichigo blushed slightly as he remembered the earlier events.

"Well, it's just that earlier, you were basically molesting me in the orchard and now it seems like you don't want to...you know..." Grimmjow sighed.

"I'm, sorry, Ichi. But is it okay if we just talk?" he asked. Ichigo nodded his head.

"What do you need to talk about?"

"I know I'm a man and I'm not supposed to express my feelings, but...I just feel so alone." Grimmjow sighed again. "You think I have a vagina now, don't you?"

"No. It's okay if you feel that way. I'm here for you, Grimm." Ichigo said. He surprised himself with that statement. He'd never tried to be there for anyone before.

"Thanks, Ichi." Grimmjow said. He sat up on the couch and pulled Ichigo into his lap. "I'm glad I met you."

Ichigo leaned in, giving Grimmjow a scorching kiss. Grimmjow's long tongue snaked out and curled around Ichigo's. Ichigo groaned into the kiss, grinding his hips against Grimmjow's. His hands tangled into Grimmjow's blue hair and pulled harshly bringing them closer together. Grimmjow's grip on Ichigo's hips became tighter as the need for friction increased.

"Grimmjow...please..." Ichigo moaned. He needed to feel Grimmjow's touch and didn't know how much longer he could go without it.

Grimmjow fondled Ichigo's semi-hard length through the fabric of his skinny jeans. Ichigo moaned breathlessly, pushing himself flush against Grimmjow's solid chest. Grimmjow hastily freed Ichigo's erection from the confines of his too-tight jeans. Ichigo exhaled as Grimmjow's large hand began to stroke him gently. Ichigo reached down, liberating Grimmjow's ramrod hard length from his cargo shorts.

"Ichi..." Grimmjow breathed out as Ichigo began to stroke him to the rhythm he'd set. He pulled Ichigo in for another kiss as he removed his hand from his length. Ichigo gasped when Grimmjow wrapped his large hand around both of their erections, stroking them simultaneously. Ichigo threw his head back, letting out a moan of ecstasy. He gripped Grimmjow's shoulders like a vice as the sensations threatened his nervous functions.

"Gr-Grimm..." Ichigo's breathing became sporadic as Grimmjow's strokes accelerated. His body shook and he dug his fingernails into Grimmjow's shoulders. "Please, I can't...I'm gonna..."

"Cum for me, Ichigo." Grimmjow commanded, huskily. Ichigo cried out as his semen coated Grimmjow's hand and length. Grimmjow's release followed soon after and he growled lustfully. Ichigo struggled to catch his breath and leaned his forehead against Grimmjow's.

"I'm glad I met you too, Grimm."

A few days after his tryst with Grimmjow, Ichigo was being pulled through the West Garden by Immaculate who was avidly trying to chase Toushirou and Yuki, despite being restrained by his very pensive owner. Ichigo couldn't get what he'd done with Grimmjow out of his head. He knew he'd done worse, far worse, of course, but he'd never done any of that with a married man. He was feeling extremely conflicted, especially because of Toushirou. Ichigo was becoming increasingly close to the boy and was somewhat of a big brother figure to him. Ichigo wanted Grimmjow, but he didn't want to hurt Toushirou.

"Ichigo, hurry up!" Toushirou called. Ichigo snapped out of his thoughts and was promptly forced into a jog because of Immaculate's eagerness. He fell in step with Toushirou and they continued their walk to the poolhouse.

"So, Toushirou, when does your mom come home?" Ichigo asked, breaking the silence that had descended between them.

"Day after tomorrow. She said last night that she can't wait to meet you." Toushirou responded. Ichigo fought the urge to cringe. While Grimmjow was speaking to Nelliel, he was probably thinking about Ichigo. "She didn't speak to Father last night. She said she'd spoken to him earlier and was too busy to last night. I told Father; he acted like he wasn't sad, but I know he was. He hates it when Mother is gone for a really long time."

Ichigo was probably over analyzing, but he thought there was an unintentional double meaning to that statement. Now Ichigo knew what Grimmjow meant when he'd said that he felt alone; but was he just using Ichigo because he needed to bust a nut while Nelliel was gone?

"Uh, Toushirou, take Immaculate and go ahead to the poolhouse, okay?" Ichigo said, suddenly feeling nauseated. Toushirou nodded and took Immaculate's leash, lurching as the dog bounded forward chasing the puppy. Ichigo sat down next to a sakura tree and sighed, closing his eyes.

It didn't matter how many different scenarios he tried to play through in his head, they always ended badly. Either he'd end up tearing Grimmjow and Nelliel apart and upsetting the delicate balance of Toushirou's life by being with Grimmjow, or he'd end up heartbroken when Grimmjow decided he didn't want him anymore. He'd be out of a job and a boyfriend. But should he really call Grimmjow his "boyfriend"? Grimmjow had never said anything about Ichigo being attached romantically to him, though they'd obviously engaged in an intimate act the night before. What the hell did Grimmjow want? What did Ichigo want? Ichigo ran his hands over his face, he was in deep shit.

Ichigo was practically shitting bricks when he was called into the East Wing of the main house the next day. It was where Grimmjow and Nelliel stayed and Ichigo had never even seen it. Toushirou's room was in the South Wing and Ichigo only went there when he was tutoring Toushirou. Yoruichi had come to his apartment earlier that day telling him that he had been summoned by the lady of the estate. He almost regurgitated the turkey sandwich he'd had for lunch. Apparently, Nelliel was home early; Ichigo didn't even know that she had arrived back to the estate, and now he was being "summoned". He had a feeling it wouldn't end well. He followed the maid who was in charge of the East Wing, Suì-Fēng, down a seemingly never ending corridor.

"Lady Odelschwanck is a very busy woman and she's made time especially for you so please take that into consideration and do not waste her time." the scary butch looking woman said bluntly. Ichigo just nodded, trying to swallow the rather large amount of saliva that had accumulated in his mouth. They finally came to a stop in front of an intimidatingly large set of solid mahogany double doors. Suì-Fēng pushed the doors open with no struggle and gestured for Ichigo to go inside. He nodded to her politely as a farewell and stepped through the door.

She sat at her desk, a vision of grace and sophistication. Her long luxurious sea green hair cascaded around her face and down her back as her delicate fingers raced over the keys of her laptop. Her full lips were pressed into a beautiful line, her sparkling grey eyes filled to the brim with nothing but focus. Her eyes drifted from the laptop when she noticed Ichigo's presence. She gave a slight smile and Ichigo was devastated. What the fuck did Grimmjow want with him? She stood from her desk and stepped towards him. She even walked like a goddess. Her body curved in the most sinful way, with gorgeous thick hips, a slim waist and a bountiful bosom. Her skin was like living marble with a glorious vanilla tan. This was Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck, Grimmjow's wife; she was amazing.

She stood looking at him for a second. Cocking her head to the side and raising a meticulously arched green eyebrow, Ichigo's reverence of her ended when she opened her mouth.

"You're my new nanny?" A hint of snootiness that Ichigo did not like at all tinged her otherwise sweet voice. Ichigo pursed his lips and nodded his head. Nelliel shook her head and sat back down at her desk. "Trust that stupid-head to louse this up." She'd mumbled it, so Ichigo guessed he wasn't supposed to hear it, but it still pissed him off to no end.

"It's nice to meet you, Lady Odelschwanck." he said, giving a slight bow. Nelliel blinked.

"At least you have manners. I won't comment on your hair, seeing as no one in this family has a very orthodox hair color. But I'd like you to get rid of the perpetual scowl." The more she talked, the less fond of her Ichigo became. "Other than that, I have no grievances. Well, I do, but I simply don't have time to discuss them with you today. You're dismissed." With that, she returned her astonishing attention back to her laptop.

Ichigo left the office fuming.

What a snooty bitch! he thought as he stormed down the impossibly long hallway. But no matter how unsavory their first meeting was, there was still one irrefutable fact that slapped Ichigo in the face without Nelliel having to say one word to him.

She was Grimmjow's wife.

Ichigo was pissed. As he made his way to his apartment, the fact that she was so gorgeous, so amazing, and so damn snooty just pissed him off. He sincerely wondered what it was that Grimmjow wanted from him.

Later that night, Ichigo was still pissed as hell when Grimmjow burst into his living room. Ichigo made no moves to get up from the couch.

"Ichi, I'm sorry. I didn't know she was coming back today." Grimmjow said. Ichigo didn't even look in his direction when he asked the question that had been burning his conscience since Nelliel had 'dismissed' him.

"What do you want from me, Grimmjow?" Grimmjow sat next to Ichigo and took his hand, weaving their fingers together.

"Nothing. I just want you to be there for me. I hate being alone." he said, quietly. Ichigo looked at him with wide eyes.

"You do realize that your wife is thirty feet away, right?" he asked. Grimmjow didn't respond. Ichigo watched his strong jaw clench and release. "What?"

"The only reason I knew she was here was because Suì-Fēng told me. I haven't even seen her since she got here." Grimmjow almost growled out the words. Ichigo truly felt sorry for him. Grimmjow obviously resented the way he was treated by Nelliel, even if it was because she worked so hard; he was lonely. But the question still remained: did it justify what he was doing with Ichigo? Ichigo sighed, and touched Grimmjow's tense cheek. Grimmjow immediately relaxed into Ichigo's gentle touch.

"I already told you I'm here, Grimm. I just need to know what I am to you. Am I just her replacement, or do I actually mean something to you?" Ichigo searched Grimmjow's eyes as he waited for a response. Grimmjow responded by bringing their lips together sensuously. Ichigo twisted his fingers into Grimmjow's insanely soft hair and deepened the kiss. Once they broke apart, Grimmjow spoke.

"I know we haven't known each other for very long, but you mean a lot to me, Ichigo. I want to get to know you and I want you here with me. So please, just know that I want to be with you." Ichigo felt like his heart was going to explode. He nodded.

"I'll be here as long as you want me, Grimm."

So, that's Première Partie of Les Infidèles...I hope everyone likes it so far. I'm working on Deuxième Partie and I'll do my best to have that out as soon as possible:) Thanks a million, Grimm-chan! Please review everyone, and let me know what you think! Thanks so much for reading...until next time,