Hey folks,

I think I will have annoyed a few peeps with my radio silence, god knows there are a mountain of stories I really want other people to finish reading but I struggle with endings!

Runaway will be getting some TLC when this one is over. Keep me secret is actually finished, just needs to epilogue and that is what i am struggling with but it isn't abandoned and will definitely be finished.

The good news, this story is actually finished! No, this isn't all of it but it's 28000 words, i was not spell checking them all in a oner. I will do a chapter a day for the next four alright? Should be done by... Saturday? Is that right? Well it's my birthday on thursday so I'll not promise a chapter that day. If this head ache abates then i might get chapter two out today!

Anywhoo, empty promises and apologies aside, I'd love to hear what you think about this. I started writing this one at the same time as runaway. Then that ran away (so sorry) and this one has been keeping me company.

anyway!

Enjoy

phoe
xxxx

Chapter 1

Ichigo stared into his wardrobe, glancing at the open drawer to his left as he tried to find something to wear. He sighed deeply before tossing himself backwards onto his double bed with a huff. This was not normal behaviour for the man. He did not fuss over what he was going to wear. Every weekday he put on his uniform and went to school and in the evenings and weekends it was just whatever shirt and jeans he put his hands on first that were reasonably clean that went on. The whole idea of dressing up or dressing for occasion was beyond him. He blamed his dad. Being raised by a slightly crazy single parent with an interesting sense of style had kind of impeded his social growth with things like this. He also suspected that not having a female role model around kind of encouraged his fear and awkwardness around women. The only two girls he got on with were ones he'd known since he was very young and he didn't really see them as women.

Back to the problem at hand, he lacked anything to match the evening's dress code and having not really thought about it until that day; he also lacked the time to go and get anything - which meant he'd have to make a phone call he really didn't want to make.

"I sincerely hope this is not some ball-less excuse about how you're not coming tonight."

Ichigo rolled his eyes even though he knew the other couldn't see him. "No, I'm coming, or at least I would be if I didn't have to dress up."

"Ah, ha! I knew you'd leave it till the last minute. Honestly boy, it's Heaven and Hell. Shove on a pair of black jeans and a tight black shirt. Oh wait, you have to have sinned to go to hell." The laughter on the line was clear and it made Ichigo's usual frown deepen. "It's a good job I love you boy. Go to your sister, she has something for you from me. Don't be late."

"I'm not even going to get in." Ichigo could hear the whining tone in his voice and mentally cursed himself.

"Yeah, cause you've never been in a bar before; and that gorgeous tramp stamp all over your shoulder was drawn on with a sharpie. Suck it up, get dressed and I'll see you there. Don't forget my present!"

"It's not a tramp stamp." Ichigo muttered his last statement, even though the other had hung up. Ichigo growled for a moment before throwing himself upright and leaving the room. He knew exactly which of his sisters he had to go and see; only one would be part of an 'embarrass Ichigo' ploy.

"Karin, can I come in?" Ichigo knocked politely, he didn't make it a habit to walk into his thirteen year old sisters' room without notice. It was bad enough he'd had to take them bra shopping and deal with paying for their feminine products when they first started, he didn't need any more involvement in their puberty. He had fully sympathised when Karin had asked him for both of them however, he'd not been able to go to their father for much advice growing up, the man was a bit nuts and tended to talk overly loudly and overly long about things you really didn't want to hear and usually hadn't even asked about.

He entered after getting the go ahead and saw his dark haired sister sitting cross legged on her bed with her laptop at her knees. She had a smirk on her face but she didn't look at him. "Yes Ichi?"

"Hand it over Demonspawn."

"Aw, that's not nice, after I stored your costume for the evening? I'm not sure you deserve this outfit now." She turned and unfolded her legs, standing and heading over to the sliding robes. She opened one side and lifted a white suit carrier down that looked much too full to be a simple top and trousers.

"What the hell has he picked?"

"Oh no dear brother, wrong direction."

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Ichigo took it to his room and laid it on his bed, too scared to pull the zip at first. He took a breath and pulled down, white fabric and feathers assaulting him as he opened the garment bag further. It was monstrous, if an angel costume could be called such. The top was long sleeved with long droopy silver fabric connecting them to the body like some flying fox parody. The trousers were like white tuxedo pants with white feathers instead of a satin band down the legs. Then there were the wings, they probably weighed more than his other twin sister. They were just like a backpack only went down to his knees and arched over his head. He couldn't quite get how they were supposed to go on with the top that had the webs under the arms but it didn't matter, he was not wearing them. Or the trousers. Or the top. Well, not as they were.

He went over to the door and opened it, poking his head out. "Yuzu, are you busy?" He smiled at his gentler sibling, dressed very prettily in a warm orange dress with her apron over the top. She wiped her hands on it as she headed over to her big brother with a smile on her face.

"How can I help?"

"Is your sewing kit handy?"

Yuzu found his costume really funny and asked him to try it all on before she cut it up. He stood holding the wings in place, always eager to please his sister and she made no attempt at masking her amusement. The wings were ditched onto the bed and Ichigo stood with his arms out so Yuzu could see the costume better and figure out the best way to make it more her brother's style. "And you're sure you want me to cut it? You do look like an angel."

"Yes, I'm sure. I don't care how authentic it looks; I'm not entering a competition for the best Halloween costume."

"Such a shame." Yuzu took her shears to the silver fabric first, cutting it off and discarding it to the side. She could already think of a couple of projects she could do with it herself. "Now it's just boring." She changed tool and stood on Ichigo's bed to get to his shoulder where she split the seam and tore the sleeve off, shocking Ichigo at the move and the strength she showed. He turned when asked and she did the same to the other one. "I'll neaten the edges when it's off but I think it looks better like that."

Ichigo glanced in the mirror, loving the fact that he could now see his tattoo and he genuinely thought his shoulders looked bigger on show. The trousers were still a problem though.

Yuzu got off the bed and held the trousers to see if she could work the seams free of the feathers. "They're glued on, there's no way they're coming off without damaging the fabric. I think you're stuck with them."

"Hell no." Ichigo reached over to his wardrobe and lifted a pair of folded pale grey jeans off the pile. "These will do."

"White high tops would look good. But you'll just be in jeans and a t-shirt." Yuzu thought for a moment, not saying anything and her face was screwed up.

"Got a sharpie?" The voice came from the door, Karin leaning against the door jam.

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Ichigo wasn't late. Well, not embarrassingly so anyway but the brisk walk he'd had to adopt had kept him a little warm in the cool April evening. He'd elected to not take a jacket to not get lumbered with it but Karin was also worried that the paint and sharpie might not be entirely dry either. He took the eight steps to the club's door two at a time with his hands stuffed in his pocket. The bouncer gave him a cursory glance before opening the door and letting him in.

Ichigo had never been in Juliet's, one major reason being he was still seventeen and technically too young to be setting foot in a bar without a parent. Only for another two months. He didn't know if he'd be a frequent customer at Juliet's however, if the usual night consisted of such a mass of human bodies moving and shouting over deafening music was normal. He was also shocked to see that the dress code wasn't just for the birthday party; it was the theme of the night.

After pushing through a crowd of horny devils and slutty demons he finally caught sight of his group, Renji and his remarkable hair being the first thing he recognised. The devil horns were a new accessory. Renji was also underage but he looked like he belonged more that Ichigo felt he'd ever seem. The group noticed him an let out a cheer, Ichigo getting a pat on the back from a few before he was presented to the birthday boy in time to see four shot glasses being slammed onto the table surface, Yumi laughing and pointing at the man across from him who'd been last to get his down. "And the next round is on you. Including one for my little angel boy." Yumichika got up from the table and stumbled round to Ichigo, throwing himself onto the other and Ichigo having to catch the inebriated birthday boy. Ichigo winced at the squeak he felt when his hands went over the pleather vest Yumi was wearing and it made holding the other very difficult.

"Eh, Happy Birthday Yumi." Ichigo was shocked when the other grabbed his face and pecked Ichigo on the lips.

"Happy Birthday to you too! Hey, where are my wings?" Yumi pushed Ichigo off, looking at the white sleeveless top and grey jeans, not what he'd left with Karin.

Ichigo just rolled his eyes at the drunken response before turning round and letting Yumi see his back. Karin had drawn a pair of wings on the back in black sharpie before roughly painting them in silver. Underneath written in sharpie was 'Kiss my Halo'. Yumi let off a peel of laughter, Ichigo turning back only to have to leap forward to try and catch Yumi from falling on his ass but thankfully Yumi's boyfriend was faster, the bald head instantly recognisable.

"I'll let you off this time Ichi, now sit and get drunk. I want to see that halo getting shaken on that dance floor." Yumi took his seat back, lifting a shot glass off the tray that was about to be sat on the table and presenting it to Ichigo. Ichigo knocked the shot back, wincing at the taste of the tequila and decided to not enter in the drinks kitty with the big group. Ikkaku sat at his side, rolling his eyes at his boyfriend's exuberance.

"I hear you were also given the Yumi makeover. You seemed to have escaped better than me however." Ikkaku was like Ichigo in many ways including dress sense so being in a pair of red trousers and waistcoat with a black t-shirt under it was dramatic. The horns on his head had been drawn on the bare skin and Ichigo hoped dearly that Yumi hadn't used a sharpie on them.

"Thanks to my sisters. Well one of them, the other teamed up with Birthday Boy over there."

"Well just think, in a couple of months we can do it all again for your night. What theme will you pick?"

"Like hell am I having a party like this. Half of my friends will be still underage so no chance."

Ikkaku shrugged. "You're only eighteen once Ichi, mine was great but you were definitely too young to come to that." Ikkaku was three years older than Ichigo, Yumichika having just over the year on the fake angel. Ichigo knew them both through his karate club where Ikkaku was third seat, Yumi fifth under their insane Sensei. Ichigo was moving through the ranks quickly but his age was stopping him progressing as fast as he truly could. "Anyway, did Yumi let it slip why he dressed you like an angel?"

"Yeah, said I had to sin to go to hell." Ichigo rolled his eyes at that, leaning back on his chair more comfortably. He was never very happy to talk about his personal life, even to a man who'd been there for his more embarrassing changes growing up.

"Ever think you should get around to that? Look around there are plenty of horny devils that would be happy to help you out."

Ichigo glanced around, looking at the men in the club and feeling intimidated by the numbers and the outfits. So many were in skin tight black, with a hint of red appearing now and then. "Did they all miss the memo about the Heaven part of the theme?"

Ikkaku laughed as he lifted two bottled beers from the tray on the table, handing Ichigo one. "Who would pick to be a virgin goodie goodie? And I know you didn't pick it."

"Yeah, but they don't." Ichigo took a couple of gulps from his bottle, regretting it instantly when a ball of gas settled into his stomach.

"I think there is one that doesn't mind." Ikkaku gestured off to the side, behind Ichigo to the point he had to turn to see where Ikkaku was pointing. Ichigo instantly rolled his eyes as he came back to the centre.

"In the VIP area? Yeah like that would happen." Ichigo had only taken a glance but the image was stuck in his head, the man in question standing out quite spectacularly. His blue hair was an obvious feature but the lime green shirt and dark blue trousers stood out from the black and red surroundings brightly. And he had been staring down at Ichigo.

"I don't know Ichigo, he's still staring." Ikkaku wasn't looking at Ichigo, Ichigo glancing back, following his gaze to see he was staring straight at the blue haired man with a smirk on his face. Ikkaku shook his head, his smirk growing wider. "And he just asked if we were together."

"Shut up. Stop it alright. I'll find my own dates thanks."

Thankfully for Ichigo, the conversation changed away from his love life and onto normal topics. Renji came over and they chatted about school stuff for a bit, Renji worrying over the final exams in a few months but Ichigo reassured him that they'd support each other and they had help in the way of older tutors easily available if they needed them. Various members of the group disappeared onto the dance floor occasionally and everyone took a turn at doing a bar run. One song came on and Yumi stood straight up and demanded everyone get up and dance with him, Ichigo taking a chance to dive towards the bar with the kitty jar as an excuse. He wasn't part of the kitty but he'd order for them no problem. He was waiting for the drinks to be poured when he felt a hand on his ass, stepping to the side as if it hadn't happened and he didn't look to see the culprit. He lifted the tray of shots with the kitty jar in the middle as the bar tender finished with his last couple of drinks and returned it to the table where Ikkaku was watching the stuff. Ichigo returned to the bar to get the two bottles of beer and pay for them when his ass was grabbed once more, this time more tightly. He turned that time, a scowl on his face to see an older man, balding and trying to hide it in a suit with a pair of plastic horns on his head flashing alternatively.

"Excuse me; get your hand off my ass." Ichigo reached for his bottles, the bar man away and dealing with other customers now. The guy didn't take the hint and grabbed Ichigo's waist, pulling him tighter against him. Ichigo squirmed, not wanting to cause a bar fight over a groping but was so very tempted to plant his elbow into the man's face. The guy was taller than Ichigo and heavier built but he had little doubt that he could floor him if he wanted to.

"I'm just doing what your shirt demands. I'd love to kiss your halo; all you have to do is bend over." The guy leaned in and licked Ichigo's neck sloppily, Ichigo turning slightly and shoving the other away strongly. The guy didn't let go however, just pulled their fronts in line and Ichigo could feel how excited the other was through his thin trousers.

"Excuse me, is this guy bothering you Babe?" The voice in Ichigo's ear was lethal and the long arm that lay on his shoulder was heavy and warm. Ichigo glanced to the side slightly and recognised the blue hair.

"Fuck off Jaeggerjaques; you don't get to claim all the hot newbies in the place." Ichigo felt himself getting held tighter.

"I think you'll find this one already belongs to me, isn't that right Babe?" The man nuzzled Ichigo's ear lobe, glaring over at the man holding him.

"Yeah, I'm his now get the fuck off."

""Right then, tell me his name if he's really yours."

"Oh, I'm not going to do that, the only time I say his name is in the bedroom. Besides, no means no asshole. Do you want to go with this guy Babe?"

"Hell no." Ichigo shoved at the arms around him again, delighted when they fell away and he could step back, inadvertently into another's body.

"Now leave. If I see you again tonight I'll not be as polite, understand?" The other guy sneered at them before turning and stalking off. Ichigo turned towards his saviour getting instantly caught in the piercing blue stare. Ichigo swallowed thickly, not knowing what to say and just stared at the other. His face was a piece of art, chiselled to perfection and made of creamy smooth stone. The blue eyes were fixed on his own and a hand lifted to stroke Ichigo's cheekbone. "You alright?"

Ichigo nodded. "Thanks, I was really tempted to belt the guy but I didn't want to get thrown out for fighting."

"Thought you could handle yourself. Didn't want to step in at first, didn't want to treat you like a damsel but if it meant getting to hold you a bit longer I don't mind if you swoon." He smirked as he spoke, the smile widening when Ichigo blushed and ducked his head. "My name's Grimmjow. Can I get you a drink?"

"I think that's my line isn't it, for helping me?"

"Seems a bit daft when I don't pay. You get the next one, how about that?" Grimmjow gestured for a barman to come over, holding up two fingers before turning back to Ichigo, his arm still around Ichigo's shoulders. "Can I ask why you seem happy enough for me to be holding you close but not that guy?"

Ichigo snorted, looking up into the blue eyes again. "You have to ask?" Ichigo's eyes raked down the figure, seeing with wide, tooth filled smile spread as he was memorising the exposed part of the collar bones on the way down. The guy was fit, broad shoulders and a narrow waist underneath the bold clothes and pressing up against Ichigo's. "Which are you supposed to be?"

Grimmjow frowned as he thanked the bar man, handing one glass to Ichigo before lifting the other in his free hand. The short glasses held deep amber liquid and one big ball of ice in each and Ichigo lifted his to take a sniff to figure out what it was. It smelled like whiskey but not the burning kind Ichigo's dad drank. Ichigo took a sip, the warmth spreading over his tongue and down his throat with a tiny nip before settling in his stomach. He licked his lips as he tried to figure out if he liked it or not.

"Honey whiskey. Bit smoother than most. And which what?"

"Heaven or hell?"

"Babe, you're the only one here that fell from heaven tonight. I'm Hades, lord of the underworld."

Ichigo was taking another sip when he tilted the glass too much and swallowed a gulp that made him cough. "Hades from the Disney cartoon?"

"Hell yeah, the one with the blue hair. I like your outfit by the way. Helped me spot you from way up there. Want to come up and have a chat? It's a little quieter." One navy blue eyebrow rose as he waited for an answer.

"I'll need to go let my friends know where I am, but yeah I'll meet you up there?"

"You better or I'll come and get you." Grimmjow leaned down and nuzzled Ichigo's earlobe again, this time catching it in his mouth and sucking on it. Ichigo sucked in a breath, feeling too much blood gathering in one location which hadn't happened in a while. Grimmjow lifted his arm gently and turned to walk away, glancing over his shoulder and winking at Ichigo.

Ichigo felt like he was a new born foal, legs all gangly and awkward. He grabbed his two bottles from the bar with one hand, holding his glass of honey whiskey in the other and stumbled over to the table where most of the group had returned from the dance floor and had already had their shots. Ichigo slumped onto his chair and put the two bottles onto the table, knocking one so it nearly fell but Ikkaku grabbed them both.

"What the hell took you so long? What's wrong? And what the hell are you drinking?" Ikkaku had always treated Ichigo like a younger sibling and tended to be protective.

Ichigo took a sip of the whiskey, deciding that he did actually like it. "Well some asshole wouldn't take no for an answer and got a bit handsy." Ikkaku immediately started looking around. "Don't worry about it. Anyway, that guy, the one with the blue hair came and got the guy to get lost. Then he bought me a honey whiskey."

Ikkaku blinked at Ichigo for a second as he processed the information. "Which guy grabbed you?"

Ichigo rolled his eyes. "Seriously, not a big deal. I'd have floored him if it wouldn't have got me kicked out. Look, I'm going to sit upstairs with Grimmjow for a little while alright?"

Ikkaku gestured for him to carry on, smirking as he lifted one of the bottles of beer to take a gulp. Ichigo clutched his whiskey as he walked up the stairs, nibbling at his bottom lip as he came to the red rope. He hesitated for a moment, not knowing if he was allowed to touch it when a waiter lifted the gold hook and gestured for him to come in before hooking it back in place. Ichigo looked around at the groups sitting in the booths before spotting Grimmjow sitting with two others, all three staring at Ichigo hesitating at the top of the stairs. Grimmjow patted the seat next to him which made Ichigo start walking over, sitting gently on the cushion beside Grimmjow who laid his arm across Ichigo's shoulders again.

"Babe, this is Nnoitra and Ilfort. Ignore any nonsense that comes out of their mouths by the way."

"And you ignore all the crap this one will pour out to get in your pants Kid." The one with the long blond hair, Ilfort lifted his drink as he was introduced.

Ichigo took another drink, not knowing what to say and looked towards his toes.

"So why the little angel Grimm?" The other man, Nnoitra, had long dark hair loose around his face which danced over an eye patch Ichigo could only just see.

Grimmjow shrugged, sipping his own drink as he snuggled closer to Ichigo. "Saw him, wanted him and made sure no one else got him first. Why don't you pair go and see if you can find someone of your own?"

Then they were alone in the booth, Ichigo swallowing thickly and drinking the whiskey probably faster than he should be for the alcohol content.

"So," Grimmjow breathed the word into Ichigo's ear with his deep voice which drew goose bumps up. "Tell me something interesting about yourself."

"Um, I'm a black belt in karate?" Ichigo turned to the other to see if that was the sort of thing he was meaning.

Grimmjow looked genuinely impressed. "So you weren't kidding when you said you could handle yourself, good."

"What about you? You can't ask for one from me without giving me one." Ichigo wished his voice hadn't wavered when he spoke and covered it with another mouthful of the booze.

Grimmjow smiled at him. "Alright, I part own this place."

Ichigo's eyes bugged out and he looked around again, seeing how much the place must cost to run and feeling very impressed.

"Your turn, what are you studying to be?" Grimmjow slid his hand up and started to play with the longer strands of Ichigo's orange hair at his collar. Ichigo frowned, wondering how the other knew he was studying. "You've got too deep frown lines for your age. Must be from all the heavy reading."

"A doctor, like my dad. I want to be a surgeon."

"You don't do anything by half do you?" Grimmjow drew Ichigo more into his body, snuffling his hair a bit before moving his hand down and running it down Ichigo's side.

"And you don't mess around." Ichigo was having issues controlling his breathing. He was quite happy with his whiskey buzz and the hot guy pressed against him and he was struggling to remember what could be wrong with the feeling.

"I never mess around when it's something that I want. What about you? What do you want?" Grimmjow's hand went down to Ichigo's waist and nudged under the shirt, running his warm hand all over Ichigo's skin.

"I want another honey whiskey." Ichigo felt Grimmjow grin against his ear. "And I want you to keep touching me."

"Easily done Babe." Grimmjow lifted a hand and gestured to a waiter for two more whiskeys. His other hand bluntly scraped at Ichigo's skin which made him hiss.

"Kiss me?" Ichigo turned towards the other, not even noticing the whine in his voice. He'd never felt quite so burned up being near someone and it was almost like the only way to not combust was to get closer.

The answering grin was wide and Grimmjow's other hand reached out to guide Ichigo's chin towards him. Ichigo tilted his nose out of the way as their lips connected. Ichigo instantly inhaled at the feeling then whimpered gently. Grimmjow growled in response before pulling Ichigo completely against him and fisting a handful of orange hair. He devoured the younger man's noises and brought his tongue into taste the other. He felt some hesitancy clearly and backed off a bit, not wanting to scare his new interest too much.

For Ichigo it wasn't hesitancy, it was lack of experience in what he was supposed to do. He wanted more; he wanted to climb on top of the other in the middle of the bar just so he could rub against him. He gripped at the thick arms and pulled handfuls of the bright shirt towards him to get as close as he possibly could to the other. The combined body heat was scorching and Ichigo could feel sweat gathering on his skin but those big hands didn't stop running all over his body.

"I think someone isn't quite as good as they claimed. You sure you're an angel?"

Ichigo blushed, wondering if he'd done something wrong but Grimmjow was still smiling as he spoke so Ichigo took it at face value and smiled back. "My head is spinning."

"I think that might be the whiskey, but I'll take it as a compliment either way. Would you like to go somewhere a bit quieter and cooler?"

"That depends, are you taking me somewhere just to get me alone?"

"If I am is that a problem?" The half lidded eyes made Ichigo's mouth dry up and he swallowed thickly before shaking his head. Grimmjow didn't mess around and was quick to his feet, leading Ichigo away and through a door at the side of the VIP bar.

The door led to a fairly nice office space with an L-shaped desk in one corner with filing cabinets and a bookcase taking over the other wall. The space was impersonal though, cool blue colours and a basic office carpet on the floor. There was a window however, shaded by a blue roller blind and Grimmjow walked over to lean over the desk and opened it, giving Ichigo a breeze and cooling his blood a little. "Better?"

Ichigo took a deep breath and sighed. "Yes, thank you."

"Well, don't know what you're thanking me for; I'm the one that made you over heat." Grimmjow reached out a long arm and pulled Ichigo closer. "Now that I've cooled you down some, I was wondering if you'd like to continue where we left off?" Grimmjow perched on the desk behind him, pulling Ichigo in between his open knees with a devilish grin on his face.

Ichigo smiled at him, looking straight into his eyes now that Grimmjow was leaning. He didn't respond verbally but leaned in and pecked Grimmjow lightly on the cheek, just to the side of his lips. Using the very tip of his tongue, he ran it along the strong jaw until he reached Grimmjow's ear lobe which he flicked before sucking it the way Grimmjow had done his. Grimmjow's hands gripped Ichigo's thighs and kneaded his ass a bit while goose bumps appeared under Ichigo's mouth.

That made Ichigo smile, the thought that the older, sexier and far more experienced man was a bit unruffled by him. Ichigo nipped a line down Grimmjow's throat and pulled the shirt away so he could lick a stripe on Grimmjow's now exposed clavicle. Grimmjow gripped the sides of Ichigo's face and pulled him back up, plundering his mouth and leaving him breathless again.

Grimmjow slid off the desk and used his hands to grab Ichigo's ass, lifting him and spreading his legs so they'd wrap around him. Ichigo inhaled sharply at the movement but their kiss wasn't broken. Grimmjow sat back on the desk again, this time fondling Ichigo's ass roughly and gently rubbing themselves together. Ichigo's nerves were on fire as he felt himself become harder alongside a very impressive specimen in the other's trousers. He took a little initiative and used his thigh muscles to move himself a little, canting his hips and brushing them together. The resulting groan into his mouth told him it was working and he pressed harder, tightening his legs around the other.

Grimmjow broke his mouth away, leaning his forehead against Ichigo's. "If you keep that up I will no longer be able to be a gentleman."

Ichigo loosened off slightly, a flush on his face at the words. "If you want,"

Grimmjow cut him off. "I have no plans to fuck you tonight; I don't like to rush things when I'm really interested. I'd much rather take my time and make sure you don't run off."

Ichigo's flush deepened, secretly glad at the other's resolve. He'd have let Grimmjow bend him over the desk. "Thank you."

"Thought so. Look Babe, you really are the cutest angel I've ever seen and as much as I'd love to use this 'issue' you've made," Grimmjow pulled Ichigo closer again to feel the problem, "I think you're not that kind of guy. And I like that about you. Maybe next time, or the time after that. I hope there will be a time after that."

Ichigo nodded, pecking Grimmjow on the lips before giving him a proper hug. Grimmjow's big hands held the younger man close, feeling over the fine bones and light muscles over Ichigo's back. "So when is next time?"

"You busy next Saturday night? It's Eighties night."

Well? I know it's another one but it won't leave me alone! Please review if you enjoyed it!