Pairing: GrimmIchi (which means malexmale, if that's not your cup of tea then I advise you don't read this fic)
Word count: 483
A/N: I really have no idea what kind of equation Ichigo is trying to solve... I don't remember much from math even though my ast math class was barely a year ago... My teacher wouldn't be very proud OTL.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, except the story idea. If I actually owned Bleach, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction and Grimmjow would've already made a kick-ass return in the manga. (For people following the manga: I suspect he is the mysterious swordsman in Hueco Mundo, but we haven't seen his face yet T_T)
"Oi, Ichigo," someone called from Ichigo's bed, the voice sounding annoyed and bored as hell.
Ichigo frowned, trying to keep the voice from disturbing him. If x equals 3y³ and the integral of y² is… Ichigo right-out glared at the piece of paper in front of him. Why couldn't math be simple? Why couldn't it be 1+1=2? Wasn't anything in life supposed to be easy?!
"Ichigoooooooo," the same voice from a second ago drawled out. The owner of the voice, Grimmjow Jaegerjaques, now glaring holes into the teen's head.
Said teen ignored the voice again, going back to the insolvable math equation. So if x was 3y³ then that meant y² was x/3 to what power? No that wasn't right, was it? His brain had officially given up and had accepted the fact that Ichigo sucked at math.
As he let out a sigh he could feel someone pulling back his desk chair, effectively startling Ichigo in the process. "I said: Oi, Ichigo. Stop ignoring me," the voice told him, lips dangerously close to his ears.
"I'm busy, Grimmjow, I'm trying to do math," Ichigo shooed, bending back over his homework. The moment he did, however, he could hear Grimmjow mutter something along the lines of 'trying to do you'.
The shinigami flushed bright red and refused to look at the other. "Beat it, Grimm. I suck at math so I really need to be able to focus." With that he mulled over the equation again in his head. Perhaps I'm missing a sin(x) or cos(x) somewhere…
Grimmjow, however, was not someone who likes to be ignored. He came here to get the shinigami's attention and get it he would. Catching the other off guard he latched his lips onto the other's neck, sucking lightly, which earned him a surprised moan.
"I know something else you can suck on," the arrancar stated in the most husky voice he could manage, which had Ichigo's face as red as Renji's hair. He was about to object to the remark when Grimmjow interrupted. "Just move on to a different equation for a minute," he said.
With those words the blue-haired man grabbed Ichigo's pencil from him and started writing on his sheet of paper. When he was done he laid the pencil down on the desk and started trailing kisses down Ichigo's neck, occasionally nipping as he went.
"I knew I wasn't going to get any studying or homework done with you here," Ichigo muttered as he read Grimmjow's equation. Taking that as a good sign, Grimmjow spun the other around and smashed their lips together. "Took you long enough," he told him halting the kiss.
"Shut up and continue what you started," Ichigo commanded, to which Grimmjow more than happily obliged.
6 + 15 = 69. Ichigo's teacher certainly had never thought she'd ever saw that written on the teen's homework.