Hello everyone!

Here's a new fic for all GrimmIchi fans out there. I'm not sure if it's going to stay as a one-shot since I have an idea for the second chapter, but anyway, I hope you enjoy reading it. It's written in third person's POV and I'm not overly happy about it, since I haven't written anything in third person's POV in ages so I was a bit uncertain about some things... -.- Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy it just as much as my other fics.

Warnings: hard yaoi, GrimmIchi, angst and Grimmjow being kind of a sadistic bastard we all know and love

Disclaimer: Bleach isn't mine. I did have a dream about Byakuya doing very perv-.. ups :) right, Bleach doesn't belong to me!

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Bad romance

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The sky was dark, covered with heavy clouds that promised a large amount of snow. It was cold, but then again, it was mid November so it wasn't all that surprising. A man was taking long steps, rushing to his home. He clutched his hands together pulling them to his lips to warm them up with his hot breath.

"Man, it's freezing tonight." An orange haired man thought aloud frowning at the dark clouds that loomed over his head.

He rushed to his building and rang the intercom for his roommate to open the door, it was too cold to search for his keys and even if he found them his hands were freezing so he wasn't sure he could hold the key in them anyway. However, there was no answer from his apartment.

Ichigo rang again, but this time longer, in case his roommate was sleeping this would definitely wake him up.

Nothing.

A frown that already marred the beautiful face of a twenty four year-old lawyer now has got even deeper.

'Did something happen to him?'

At first he dismissed the thought immediately, as if something could happen to that man. Then he took a glance at the balcony on the third floor and saw that there was no light on.

"That man is insane if he went somewhere now at this weather." He mused to himself and pressed his palms to his lips again to blow some hot air into them. Thinking that it probably wouldn't be a good idea to keep waiting for his roommate to open the door considering he is probably away, Kurosaki Ichigo put a hand into his pocket in search for the keys.

Finally he was in. The temperature in the building seemed for twenty degrees higher even though he knew it was just his subjective feeling considering he spent so much time outside. He patiently waited for the elevator and pressed number three once the door opened.

Ichigo felt tired. He spent the entire day at the court and he was exhausted and hungry. Thinking about food made his stomach growl loudly and he frowned at it. Should he order Pizza? Or prepare some food. He felt too tired to cook, but he enjoyed doing it, so maybe a homemade meal was what he needed at the moment.

He unlocked the door of his apartment and entered, casually taking his shoes off. What he found surprising was the smell of smoke that reeked in the apartment. It wasn't like something was burning, more like someone was smoking inside and it made his left eye twitch in annoyance. Aside from that, nothing was off.

Well, maybe not really.

Since the light was off the young man didn't notice that someone actually was currently in the apartment, so when two crystal blue eyes greeted him from the sofa in the living room he almost shrieked. Almost. He was too big of a man for that.

"Grimm?" Orange haired man's voice was smooth and gentle.

He received no answer from the other person.

Ichigo reached for the power switch but the deep gruff voice made him freeze mid-step and turn his attention to the figure on the sofa.

"Don't. Keep it off."

The man was clearly Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, the twenty five year old businessman that Ichigo was sharing apartment with. Ichigo could recognize that voice anytime.

"You could open the damn door, it's freezing outside." Ichigo said crossing his arms over chest and curiously watching the other man. Since Grimmjow didn't approve of the light in the living room he turned on the one in the hall, and froze at the sight that greeted him.

Their living room was a total wreck. Even that was a pretty word in this case. The curtain was torn up, there was a huge pile of ripped up clothes in the corner of the room and… was that blood on Grimmjow's hand?

Ichigo switched the light on finally taking a good look at his roommate. The blue eyed man didn't seem affected by the penetrating gaze Ichigo directed his way. The handsome lawyer took a better look around the room and was left speechless.

TV was broken, as in, there was a hole inside of it; the room reeked on alcohol and cigarettes; the glass table in front of Grimmjow was unusable since that was broken too. The wall had a stain from something Ichigo had yet to discover, most of the things were in disposable condition, but when he looked at the navy blue carpet and saw blood on it right in front of Grimmjow his eyes went wide and he inched closer to the other man.

"You're hurt." It was a statement more than a question, but a stern look told him to back off.

"None of your business, piss off." Grimmjow was sharp on tongue, but Ichigo got used to it, knowing the man for over twenty years.

"Did someone try to break in?" Ichigo said, kneeling beside Grimmjow.

"No. Leave me alone."

Grimmjow's answer was final, it left no room for arguing, but when the man clutched the glass of alcohol he was holding and looked sadly to the side, Ichigo knew that something was bothering him.

"What happened?" The orange haired man asked worriedly.

"Nel."

Saying that, blue eyed man bottomed up the glass and poured himself another drink, hoping that his roommate will leave him alone, but also knew very well Ichigo wasn't going to let this one slide.

"Did… uhm… Nel crash our home?"

"No. That was me."

He could remain silent, he could stand up and dodge the interrogation, but it was his best friend and he felt like sharing the burden with someone. After all, Ichigo would eventually find out who ruined their home anyway, there was no point in hiding it.

"Is that how you hurt your palm?"

"Can you stop? I'm not in the mood Ichigo." Grimmjow said looking away.

Ichigo stood up and walked out of the room only to return a minute later carrying the first aid kit they kept in the bathroom. There was no point in scolding the blue haired man, at least not now anyway. He drank his ass of, he was hurt physically and most likely emotionally since Nel was the name of his girlfriend, and he definitely wasn't in the mood because of her.

"Move." Ichigo ordered calmly and took a seat next to his roommate. "I'm gonna patch you up, it's going to sting a bit since I can see your cuts are deep, but unless you want me to call an ambulance, you'll put up with the pain. And no, I'm not going to give up on this one like I did on the apartment."

"Whatever." Grimmjow dully answered but outstretched his palm anyway.

The silence was not the comfortable one like they usually shared when they relaxed together or watched TV or just were in the same room doing different things. Ichigo was beyond pissed, but he hid it well. He knew that something drastic had happened in order for Grimmjow to tear the place apart, it's not like Grimmjow was the violent type of person. He rather took his frustration out having sex with his girlfriend or anyone willing for that matter if he wasn't in the relationship.

The curiosity got better out of him and he looked at this roommate with chocolate brown eyes waiting for Grimmjow to turn to him. Blue haired man noticed he was being watched and gazed into the penetrating eyes of his roommate.

"You wanna know what happened, right?" Grimmjow was the one who broke the uncomfortable silence.

The look in his eyes wasn't furious like it usually got when he was angry about something, it was rather sad, solemn. That was what got Ichigo really concerned.

"Well... Yeah, if you don't mind telling me."

Grimmjow sighed and looked at the crashed living room before taking a sip from his Skotch.

"Remember when you told me Nel was that kind of girl?" Grimmjow spoke not looking at Ichigo and wincing slightly at the pain he was feeling from the hydrogen.

"You mean when I told you that she's not the right choice of a girlfriend because she's a whore and likes to fool around way too much, then we got into an argument which culminated into fist fight and we were both wearing bruises for a whole weak? Yeah, I remember that one." Ichigo snorted and kept working on his friend's injured palm.

Grimmjow turned to look at him with a hurt expression which Ichigo saw when he looked up to meet blue eyes.

"Well, you were right."

The glass Grimmjow held was empty again and he poured himself another round.

Ichigo winced looking at his best friend and raised a hand to Grimmjow's face to clean the trail of blood the man left when he probably scratched his cheek with his injured palm.

"I'm sorry." Ichigo replied softly taking Grimmjow's cheek in his palm.

Grimmjow didn't lean into it nor did he make any motion to move from it or remove the other man's hand from his face. He simply blinked and looked to side.

"Actually, I'm sorry for starting a fight with you when you were just looking out for me."

Ichigo kept silent cleaning off the stains of blood on the injured palm, he knew that Grimmjow was beyond pissed off, not only she did what she always do to every person she got together with, but she was also the reason him and Grimmjow hadn't spoken for almost a month.

"It's her birthday today." Grimmjow started slowly, looking at the glass. "I went over to surprise her, even though she told me we'd see each other later, but I knew she was at home and thought 'why the hell not', but…"

His eyes closed then opened again, rage evident in those blue irises.

"But?"

"She wasn't alone. She was actually in the bed with someone else. I was so dumbstruck that I hadn't told her a single word." Grimmjow finished quietly.

Ichigo clutched the other man's palm and traced his long fingers over it softly.

"That bitch."

"Yeah… Wanna know the funny part? She said 'honey, it's not what it looks like'!" Handsome face formed a smirk and he looked at his orange haired friend who had an angry look upon his face. "I mean, it looked like she was taking it from behind, I could even see the man's pimp. If that's not how sex looks like, then I never fucked in my entire life."

The drink was gone and Grimmjow reached for the almost empty bottle to pour more of it.

"Wait, Grimm… There's no reason for you to die of the amount of alcohol in your blood tonight, chill." Ichigo tried to stop him from drinking more but the blue eyed man protested.

"I want to drink, I want to forget about that bitch! I wish I never met her!"

His friend seemed more like a teenager than a grown up man, sure he liked Nel, but she wasn't his first girlfriend nor the last one, Ichigo was sure of it.

"Why don't you just fuck off with Scotch and go to sleep?" Ichigo tried to take the bottle away from him but was shoved back harshly.

"Na-ah, I love Scotch, it's my only true love. And look, it loves me too, it won't let go of me." Grimmjow hugged the bottle close to himself.

Ichigo had had enough of that mess. First he was freezing outside and Grimmjow couldn't move his ass to open the damn door, then he entered and found him sitting in the dark in the demolished room, which was also his doing. He had hurt himself, and now he was drinking like a mad man. The last thing orange haired man wanted was to spend the night in the hospital because of the idiot who acted like hormonal teen.

"Give me that." He reached for the bottle and pulled it harshly tugging Grimmjow to him in the process.

"NO, damn it!" Grimmjow yelled and pushed the orange haired roommate into the soft sofa.

When Ichigo looked up from his position he found the man he called his best friend intently watching him.

"Please, stop drinking for the night. I'll make us dinner and we can talk about anything you want. Just don't drown in alcohol, please."

"No!"

"Grimm…"

Ichigo almost whined at his best friend and his child-like behavior, Grimmjow was annoying him to no end. But there was something about the position they were in that made Ichigo swallow hard and try not to be obvious about how good it felt to have his roommate above him.

It wasn't a secret that Ichigo liked men. His family knew that, hell, even Grimmjow knew that. They were just friends though, Grimmjow was straight and he never even imagined that Ichigo could see him as a boyfriend material, since they were childhood friends. However, it was a secret that Ichigo crushed hard on his best friend. He knew very well that Grimmjow was way out of his league since the man was as straight as an arrow, and therefor Ichigo had suppressed his feelings long time ago, in his college years when he realized that he had to move on and stop day dreaming about someone who will never become his. Someone who will never look at him the same way Ichigo was seeing him.

But now… those sad blue eyes…

Grimmjow was emotionally hurt and he would never admit it aloud but his eyes spoke more than words ever could. So Ichigo tugged his friend forward and hugged him gently.

"I'm right here, you'll live through it."

Grimmjow nodded once, a motion to show he had heard Ichigo, and accepted the friendly gesture, returning the hug. Ichigo sighed sadly. He knew that it was going to happen sooner or later, he knew how Nel was and how she treated her partners. She was beautiful, yes, but also slutty and he warned Grimmjow about it.

"Are you hungry?" Ichigo aked the man above him not letting go of him.

Grimmjow's fingers tangled into orange hair and Ichigo had to bite back a moan that threatened to escape. This was dangerous. His roommate was broken and vulnerable, this was definitely not the right time to have the kind of thoughts where he wished they did something else in the current position.

"Uhm… Grimm? Wanna eat?" He tried again.

"Mmm…"

Grimmjow mumbled something that seemed like 'mhm' to Ichigo and the younger man tried to sit up pushing his friend backwards in the process. However, the blue eyed man refused to break the hold on him. They were sitting on the sofa, Ichigo's hands around Grimmjow's waist and Grimmjow's clutching the younger man's shoulders.

"You gotta let me go if you plan to eat, dinner won't cook itself." Ichigo joked and pressed his forehead in the taller man's chest.

Damn, Grimmjow's scent was driving him mad. He never had thought that he would be able to actually be in this kind of position with Grimmjow, that the older man would hold him as if his life depended on it. Ichigo smiled sadly into his friend's chest and realized that the hug was nothing more than a comfort to Grimmjow, so he tried to push back his thoughts again.

But that was harder than he imagined it would be, Grimmjow's hold on Ichigo loosened a bit and the taller man put his chin on orange haired man's shoulders gently nuzzling Ichigo's neck.

"Hnn…"

Ichigo's breath hitched as he caught himself moaning at the feeling of Grimmjow's touch. He thought about what he should do, what was the right thing to do, but when Grimmjow's fingers slipped under his sweater and gently tickled his skin, he realized what exactly blue eyed man wanted.

Grimmjow was seeking comfort, and Ichigo knew that for Grimmjow comfort meant sex. Only, he wasn't sure that his best friend realized what he was asking for. As if hearing Ichigo's thoughts, Grimmjow kissed his neck and switched their position.

Grimmjow leaned on the sofa and held Ichigo in his lap, the younger man straddling him. Ichigo's hands cupped Grimmjow's face and he looked into the hungry eyes of his roommate. He realized that Grimmjow really was horny, probably from the body touching but Ichigo was too afraid to push this any further. He wanted Grimmjow, but his friend wasn't even gay to begin with, and he was drunk and emotionally unstable… No, Ichigo couldn't use him.

But as much as Ichigo refused to do anything, refused to show Grimmjow that he was aroused because of him, his roommate was doing the opposite. The harsh grind of Grimmjow's hips should've been a warning to the younger man to expect the kiss that followed.

Ichigo's eyes went wide and his lips stilled. The man was kissing him, as far as one-sided kiss allowed that is.

Grimmjow's lips were soft and inviting and Ichigo would've been a fool if he missed probably the only opportunity he'd ever had to taste them. Closing his eyes he caught Grimmjow's lower lip between his lips and allowed the man to taste him further sighing sadly into the kiss.

It was as if he was set on fire. Ichigo's body was burning in need all of a sudden, the kiss felt too good to be true and his dick twitched.

Grimmjow deepened the kiss, his tongue tasting Ichigo's hot mouth. He opened his eyes to look at his roommate and long-time friend. Ichigo's face was slightly flushed which aroused Grimmjow more as he grinded once again into Ichigo making the younger man open his eyes in pleasure that overtook him.

Their gazes clashed. One pair of eyes full of lust and unsuppressed anger, the other soft and caring. Grimmjow's eyes widened at the sight that greeted him and he broke the kiss pressing his forehead on Ichigo's. Their breathing was shallow, but none of them seemed to notice the necessary need for air as their arousals touched.

"We… uhm… we should stop Grimm."

It was spoken quietly, but the need in Ichigo's voice couldn't be denied. And Grimmjow heard it, he felt it too, by the way Ichigo kissed him. The orange haired young man returned his kiss eagerly, although not as violent as he was kissing Ichigo.

As if to show his displeasure at Ichigo's statement, Grimmjow hugged Ichigo further and slammed his hips upwards groaning at the overwhelming sensation.

"Please… ah… stop this." Ichigo said quietly again, but he couldn't suppress the moan.

"If you really want me to stop, I'll do it, but I need this. I need you. I… want you."

"Grimm… I…"

Ichigo closed his eyes again. What could he say? 'I'm gay and I have feelings for you which I'm afraid of admitting even to myself '? Or 'This will break my heart'?

He was never weak in front of Grimmjow, even when he was sad and hurt he held his emotions in control, mostly because Grimmjow was the reason behind those emotions. Besides, chances were that Grimmjow won't remember it tomorrow anyway, since he's wasted right now. And aside from the fact that he'll probably remember this night for the rest of his life and will be heartbroken, was there going to be more consequences?

No, none.

And Grimmjow wanted him. There was so much passion in the words he uttered. It was obvious that Grimmjow was hard and it was because of him.

So he looked at Grimmjow once again, kissed his forehead tenderly and lowered his head so he could whisper in his ear.

"Not here Grimm, let's go to the bedroom."

His response was another kiss, less violent than the first one, but just as needy.

Ichigo moved to stand up and held out a hand to his friend, which Grimmjow took. He only meant it as friendly gesture, to help Grimmjow stand up, but the man laced their fingers together as he followed the slightly shorter man to the bedroom.

Ichigo thought it through, he'd take Grimmjow to his bedroom and after they're done he could sleep in his bed and Ichigo would get out and go to sleep in his own room. And in the morning, even if Grimmjow remembered anything Ichigo would just shrug it off as a dream and nothing more.

But it was like the tall man saw through his plan since he tugged on Ichigo's hand and led them straight into Ichigo's room.

Before Ichigo had time to protest his hands were pinned above his head and he was pressed against the door of his room. He didn't hide the surprise at Grimmjow's bold move, his eyes scanning the taller man only to find Grimmjow's full of raw lust. There was no denying in what he wanted right then, and there was no way Ichigo could refuse him. He knew well enough this was Grimmjow's way of dealing with sadness and anger and for some reason Ichigo was the one Grimmjow wanted to take it out on.

"Ichigo…"

The name was like a moan from those soft lips Ichigo had kissed not few minutes ago. It was like Grimmjow was giving him an opening, a choice, well not much of it since he was pinned to the door after all, but it was like Grimmjow gave him a chance to refuse him.

"Do it, Grimm."

Call him selfish and a bastard, but he couldn't say no. Not when those blue eyes pleaded silently behind that lustful gaze and not when those strong muscular arms held his so needy.

It was all Grimmjow needed to press himself fully onto Ichigo and capture the shorter man's lips. Ichigo moaned at the feeling as he grinded his hips into Grimmjow's, openly showing the man what he was doing to Ichigo.

Grimmjow let go of Ichigo's hands in order to angle his neck properly to deepen the kiss. Ichigo's legs started feeling mushy from all the pleasure and emotions that swirled inside of him and he put them around Grimmjow's waist, making the other man groan. Grimmjow kissed him harder then, their teeth clacked from the force and lust both of the man felt at the moment as their tongues engaged in a battle for dominance.

Grimmjow scooped Ichigo up and carried him to the bed, there were no protests from the younger man since he was well aware of the fact that he could barely stand with the way Grimmjow was kissing, much less walk to the bed.

Ichigo spread his legs and let Grimmjow position himself above him while they continued to kiss and nip on each other's lips. Grimmjow was the one who broke the contact when the need for air became painful and he tugged on Ichigo's sweater quickly removing it when Ichigo straightened himself.

The rest of their clothes were lost in the poorly lit room, scattered all over the floor, but none of them cared. Grimmjow's palms were softly stroking Ichigo's thighs, while he watched the orange haired man moan in pleasure. Then he tentatively touched Ichigo's erection and the younger man's eyes fluttered open to look at him. There was so much affection in Ichigo's gaze and it made Grimmjow become bolder with his actions.

He experimentally licked the tip of Ichigo's cock and Ichigo straightened up to look at the man. Confused chocolate eyes met vivid blue and Grimmjow cockily smirked before taking Ichigo's erection in his mouth. Ichigo was on cloud nine, he was feeling way too good for it not to be a dream. He couldn't hold out much longer and he tugged harshly on Grimmjow's hair making the man move away from the cock he was sucking and glare at the orange haired guy.

Ichigo's palm cupped Grimmjow's face while the other led Grimmjow's hand to his needy erection. Ichigo held Grimmjow's hand while he pumped his pulsating cock in need for release. Grimmjow couldn't take his eyes away from Ichigo. The younger man was in heat, stroking himself greedily and his soft eyes looking at Grimmjow.

Blue haired man got closer to him and gave Ichigo's lower lip a harsh tug before looking at Ichigo's eyes and softly whispering, "Come for me".

Ichigo moaned loudly when his orgasm hit him as he stared directly into blue eyes the whole time. Grimmjow was mesmerized, he had never seen his friend come, he had never seen Ichigo look so fucking sexy and vulnerable at the same time. His dick was painfully hard before, but now it started leaking with pre-cum and he was almost sure he was going to come just from the sight in front of him.

Ichigo's breathing was heavy, his brain clouded with lust and those damn feelings of love he tried so hard to hide and deny.

"So hot…"

Grimmjow commented huskily and Ichigo looked to the side feeling self conscious as he slightly blushed.

"You… you have no idea, do you?"

Ichigo's question was directed at Grimmjow but he wasn't looking at the man. He couldn't. He was afraid to show Grimmjow the tearful look he knew he had right now. He felt like crying, both from happiness to experience such a thing with a man he loved for almost a decade as more than a friend; and also from sadness, because he was sure that Grimmjow would never see him the same way and knew that he was in for a major hearth break.

Grimmjow was drunk, but he knew his best friend, he knew that something was wrong the moment Ichigo refused to meet his eyes. However, he was too fucked up at the time to think about Ichigo's feelings. He had let his alcohol consumed mind to guide him through the night as he pushed his best friend back on the pillow.

"Don't hate me because of this."

As he said that, Grimmjow pushed a cum coated finger inside Ichigo's hole and watched the young man cringe at the slight pain the intrusion caused. They never discussed it, but somehow Grimmjow assumed that Ichigo didn't like to take it up the ass. Yes, Ichigo preferred to top, and Grimmjow was sure of it the second his finger slipped inside the ginger haired man.

Ichigo groaned loudly in pain. He couldn't blame Grimmjow for it since the man was inexperienced in sex with another man, but he wished his friend was a bit more careful. Blue eyes followed every move that Ichigo was taking and Grimmjow bent forward to press his lips on Ichigo's.

"I'm sorry."

Grimmjow whispered, kissing Ichigo softly. He didn't force the kiss, he didn't push his tongue violently inside, he was simply touching the other man's lips with his own as an apologizing gesture. Ichigo didn't say anything. A tear slipped near his cheek and he hugged his best friend pulling him closer, searching for more contact, more feelings, more everything.

Ichigo was hard again, it amazed him how this man above him could make him come so fast and just as fast turn him on. Grimmjow put in another finger stretching Ichigo with scissor-like moves and constantly kissing the man under him. He started trailing kisses down Ichigo's neck and nipped at his pulse point enjoying the moans of his best friend.

Blue eyes looked at brown ones apologetically as Grimmjow's large cock penetrated the abused hole. Ichigo winced but didn't protest.

"Go… ah… deeper…"

It was a command that Grimmjow obeyed. His strong hips slammed ruthlessly as pushed his erection deeper inside Ichigo's ass. Ichigo knew he was going to be in pain the next day and maybe few days later. Not just that, it was going to be hard to hide from Grimmjow limping that he knew would follow, but he clenched his teeth and clutched the blue haired man tighter.

Grimmjow was trying to adjust his hips, searching for the sweet spot that would make Ichigo scream in pleasure instead of pain, and when he finally found it, he was rewarded with a loud moan of approval from his partner.

"Yes! Grimm, there… ah! More!"

The moans were making him go mad with lust and the older man kept slamming his dick hard into Ichigo striking his prostate. Grimmjow's hands were on Ichigo's hips, holding him steady as he fucked him hard. Ichigo's nails dug into Grimmjow's back and the blue haired man groaned in ecstasy and slight pain. He took Ichigo's hand in his own as he leaned forward and pressed their palms together near Ichigo's head.

Their fingers laced and Ichigo glanced at their hands before lifting his gaze to meet a pair of ocean blue orbs that were watching him intently. Lust, hurt, need, understanding… blue eyes didn't hide anything. Ichigo lowered Grimmjow's head catching him by the neck and kissed him hungrily.

Finally, Ichigo broke the kiss moving to whisper the forbidden words into Grimmjow's ear. The three small words, that never should've been spoken between them.

"I love you."

In that moment Grimmjow bit hard on Ichigo's neck and increased the intensity of his moving. Ichigo screamed in pure pleasure as he was thrown over the edge, followed by Grimmjow's low groan as he came deep inside Ichigo. A name slipped his lips as his orgasm hit him, and it made Ichigo hug him tightly letting him ride through the blissful pleasure.

"Ichigo…"

As his orgasm ended, Grimmjow let himself fall on top of his best friend limply. After a few moments he pulled out from Ichigo already missing the heat and clutched the younger man close to him, shifting their position in bed.

"Sleep." Grimmjow muttered softly.

Ichigo reached for the blanket and covered them, his brain and body exhausted from all the emotions and pleasure he felt. A strong arm was holding him by the waist and he let himself be embraced by the man he was desperately in love with as he let the sleep consume him.