Swords clashed. Sparks flew. Heat flared between the two. Chocolate brown met cyan blue. A confident smirk and a crazy grin. The two powerful predators moved in perfect rhythm. One attacking and the other blocking. No finishing moves, just the use of their sheer strength. An ongoing battle meant to last for eternity.

For the past few months Ichigo and Grimmjow had been having endless battles, neither victorious, neither the loser. Neither wanted to admit defeat to the other, but there wasn't that usual hatred that fueled them. No, this feeling was something different. It was intense. The tension thick and heavy with testosterone. The air around them crackled with the friction they created. Things were getting unbearably hot. No, this wasn't how things usually were between them. This was…. Overpowering. Uncontrollable. Unstoppable… Destined.

After hours of intense, power-flaring fighting, swords were forgotten and hand –to – hand combat was engaged in. Blows were exchanged. Skin contact was made. Body rubbed against body. Flesh heated and sweat beaded.

And then in the midst of the battle, it happened. Ichigo threw a right hook and Grimmjow dodged it, moving closer as he did so. He grabbed both of Ichigo's forearms to prevent further movement. In an attempt to dislodge Grimmjow, Ichigo tried to head-butt him, but they were too close together. Instead of achieving what he intended to, he brought his head down to Grimmjow's. Their lips met.