Elevator 4

It had been nearly six months since Grimmjow had moved into this strange apartment complex, with floors and room numbering that just didn't quite add up. The man who owned the complex was strange and often made sexual innuendos that he would even cringe at. Pervert. Though the landlord was friendly enough so he couldn't really complain, and the rent was as cheap as him on a date. It was perfect; ever since the move things have just been falling right into place. That included his…relations…with his new neighbour; a spitfire redhead whose mouth was as tough as his fists.

Of course he was eternally indebted to the man after he took care of Grimmjow's first major problem since moving to Karakura town. Some freak named Luppi stalking him, practically ruining his social life or making him have to move. So the least he could say was that he owed the man. That was why at this very moment he was buried balls deep in the man's ass making him moan all sorts of profanities that would make the Virgin Mary wash his mouth out with soap, especially since a few were directed at her son. Yes, that was how things had started to work around here and he was perfectly content with it.

Somehow after fucking the man senseless against his wall, Grimmjow had become the redhead's personal stress reliever. He had no problem being used especially when he had nothing to do and the man was so worked up he was like a bear trap just waiting for pressure. From what he knew the man was some kind of lawyer, the type of law he practiced wasn't much of his concern. Though the man's profession had saved him from Luppi, hence why he was allowing his neighbour to occasionally bounce on his dick. They both liked it; nothing else was needed to be said.

"Jesus ChRIst!" Ichigo moaned as Grimmjow found the sweet spot. A savage grin grew on the blue haired man's face as he began to aim for that little bundle of nerves. His hips snapped forward unforgivingly making the man scream to a foreign god. Yeah, when he fucked; it sometimes brought people to a religious plain of existence.

Grimmjow had just been getting out of the shower after a short run he'd usually do around the neighbourhood. When he returned the redhead had been waiting for him, dressed in a three-piece black suite, white dress shirt, and a deep blue tie - his face always in a scowl. He had come to realize that Ichigo was usually scowling when he got off work. Did he hate his job or just the people he worked with or the people he did stuff for?

He had barely said two words when the lawyer pounced at him; their lips had collided so forcefully Grimmjow swore that he had felt some blood in his mouth. He'd deal with it later. They had both needed some unwinding – Ichigo more than himself – and they hadn't broken in his brand new couch yet. So that is where they found themselves; Grimmjow holding onto Ichigo's hips, steadying them as he thrust into the man's body at a quick pace. Ichigo had barely gotten underdressed by the time they had started and the man loved it, he could tell.

A ragged cry brought him to the present as the man's cum painted the couch's cushion. His hole in turn tightened around Grimmjow's shaft providing extra friction as he felt himself grow before his orgasm hit him. The condom catching his seed, he held himself inside bending down to kiss the back of the man's neck almost affectionately, what the fuck? Pulling out as he felt himself go soft he went to the washroom where he rid himself of the rubber and fetching a face cloth, cleaning himself off before bringing it to Ichigo.

"Rough day?" he asked handing the cloth to the man who took it with a thankful look. Honey eyes looking exhausted as black circles under his eyes became more prevalent.

"That's putting it very lightly."

"Tell Grimmjow-kun about your problems," he teased taking his spot on the couch beside Ichigo. Both were feeling no need in putting their clothes back on.

"Referring to yourself in the third person, are we?" Ichigo snickered, a smirk on his tired face as he toed one of his socks. Eyes wandered up to meet his own, "cause Ichigo doesn't know how he feels about that."

Grimmjow laughed comfortably at that, his head lulling back to rest on the cushion, "last time I ever play psychiatrist for you."

"I'm sorry," said Ichigo as he rubbed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose, "do you really want to hear about my day?"

"Not really, I was just being friendly."

"Fuck you Freud, you're a shit psychiatrist."

More earnest laughter spilt from him as the banter flew easily between them. He liked talking to his neighbour, even though they mostly just swore at each other; both on the streets and in the sheets. He was actually enjoying talking to the naked man on his couch more than he should probably admit, "Freud ain't got nothin' on me! 'Sides, I don't think Freud ever spoinked any of his patients…"

"Spoinked?"

"Ya know – deep dicking? Doing the dirty? Fucking…" Grimmjow loved watching the other man laugh. Orange brows scrunched the young man's face in as Ichigo's entire body tightened as his long legs drew in. Curling them into his chest he positioned himself so that he could look more directly at Grimmjow. His smile so pure as his shoulders shook occasionally from mirth.

"I do believe that you are probably right about that. Freud seemed to be all about his subconscious. That's probably against some sort of ethics code."

"Ugh…ya really know how to ruin a good joke lawyer-boy…" Grimmjow teased earning him a playful nudge from Ichigo.

"Fuck you, wait how was that even a joke?"

"Give me a few more minutes and maybe we could go again, if that's what you're asking for."

He watched Ichigo worry his bottom lip between his teeth, deciding whether or not to tell him what had happened. After a few minutes of silence, Grimmjow was about to open his mouth and invite him to grab some food – possibly pizza, he had a thing for pizza lately – when the redhead opened his mouth, "we are going to court at the end of the week."

Confusion spread across his face at the words that came from the lawyer's mouth, "you're a lawyer, isn't going ta court like second nature for ya?"

"I've only been in court a handful of times, we usually resolve stuff before it gets to the point of a trial," Ichigo responded, his eyes moving towards his knuckles which had a few patches of pink from the healed cuts on the digits from punching his wall, "its just…"

"Its just wha?"

Ichigo let out a sigh, "I don't like representing bad men."

"Thought that was a regular when it came ta your work."

"What?"

"Ya can't have a bias, why'd ya think this guy is a bad man?" Grimmjow clarified as he moved in his seat so that he could look at the man more comfortably.

"Well regardless of my profession or not I still have my own moral code," Ichigo responded, his fingers cracking as he made a fist. The man titled his head so he could look at the other, "and I can't really tell you why. It's against the law and company policy."

"Fuck that you can," said Grimmjow, "its not like I'm gonna know the fucker. Remember I just moved here?"

"Well—" Ichigo stopped as he weighed the options before settling on how to word it, "I guess there isn't much harm. Though I can't give you names."

"Obviously, now stop pussy footing."

"Our client has been sexually molesting two of his employees for the past three years, only recently have they come forward. He's an old friend of Ichimaru-san so of fucking course he came scurrying over to us for help. Since I'm his underling I have to work on this fucking case."

"Sounds like shit," he did have to agree with the lawyer, if they won the case then they would look just as bad as the lecher.

Instead of continuing the conversation Ichigo crawled over to him, a chaste kiss on the cheek leading a trail towards Grimmjow's accepting mouth. It was clear that he didn't want to talk about this longer than it needed to be. He felt himself getting hard as the redhead deepened the kiss, the other's lips curling in a smile. A second condom was placed on faster than Ichigo could notice. Positioning himself so that he was hovering over Grimmjow's dick, he descended in a single motion taking him completely without any prep.

The ragged moan of mix pain and pleasure sent shivers down Grimmjow's exposed chest as he felt his dick grow a small fraction inside the lawyer's body. He allowed the other man to ride him for a bit, letting him choose the pace and the depth. It didn't take long before his hands were on the man's hips helping him bounce higher and lower him further onto his dick. They continued like this for a while before Ichigo finally came from having his prostate stimulated so deliciously, Grimmjow soon followed as the tightening muscles around his dick clenched milking his seed.

Ichigo was the first to move, when he was confident that his legs wouldn't give from under him, "I'm starving."

"Wanna get pizza?" asked Grimmjow, a playful smile grew on his face as a scowl was shot in his direction. He loved the way that scowl made Ichigo's face look almost comically aged.

"We always get pizza," said Ichigo, "let's do something more exciting."
"Sandwiches?"

"Works for me."

Ichigo couldn't put his finger on the way he felt about his blue haired neighbour. He was childish and a total sex-fiend, he was loud and had an obnoxious; he was also the most attractive human being that Ichigo had ever met. And he fucking hated to admit that. Especially the way that he was probably looking at the man as he shovelled down the gourmet sandwich he had picked out; turkey, sexy. Though he was a little thankful for his newfound…friend?

Ever since they had started their little routine of seeing each other whenever they needed a little stress relief, he had been able to focus more on work. Yet still he knew practically nothing about his mysterious blue haired neighbour. The man had a thing for pizza, sex, and teasing the fuck out of him but was also kind of passionate whenever they fooled around. He would allow Ichigo to choose the pace and how they would do it and even when. The man also had a thing for flashing him and their other neighbours.

Hell Ichigo was pretty sure that Hikifune-san – a pudgy older woman who the two men shared fourth floor with – was more than aware of their indiscretions. Though she always had a happy look on her face whenever she would catch either sneaking off into their apartments. She had even baked them an apple pie. She was such a sweet lady.

"Something still on your mind?" the deep baritone voice awoke Ichigo out of his thoughts. His eyes snapped up to Grimmjow, a blue brow rose, as he was about to shovel another bite of the turkey sandwich.

"We aren't dating are we?" might as well go for broke.

The question clearly caught the man off-guard as he stopped mid-bite, both blue eyebrows shooting to his hairline. Leaning back in his chair, Ichigo felt a scowl grow on his face, as blue eyes held something like fear to them. Christ Grimmjow was acting like he was just told he got someone pregnant and had to own up. The sandwich dropped to the plate giving a small clink, two high school girls looked over at the pair before returning to their conversation.

"Calm down, I'm not asking you to marry me. Shit."

"Uhhh no…it's…it's just, ah-?"

The man was saved as Ichigo's cellphone began to vibrate in his pocket. Pulling out the white touchscreen, he rolled his eyes and excused himself for a second. Gin Ichimaru was an amazing person to work under; he had an outstanding track record of never losing a single case. Though Ichigo was more than just annoyed with the man, especially after taking this shit-storm of a case, "what?"

"So rude Ichi-nii, can't ya at leas' give lil' bossy a 'ello?"

"Not when you aren't paying me," snapped Ichigo allowing his annoyance to soak into his words nicely. His eyes locked onto Grimmjow who had a surprised look on his puppy dogface. Spinning in his chair so that he didn't have to look at the man he continued, "what do you want?"

"Ya aren' busy right now are ya?"

"Nope just wrapping something up actually," from the corner of his eyes he could see Grimmjow lean back into his chair, arms coming across his chest all the while his eyes shooting daggers at Ichigo. What the fuck?

"Good cuz I got some bad news 'n some even worse news. Which would'ya like first?"

"Give me the worse news."

"We have ta re-work the case."

Instant anger flared in Ichigo as he could feel his cheeks going red. They had spent close to a week just going through every single loop whole trying to make sure they had everything down to the dot. They looked for possible clauses to discredit the witnesses and ways to spin the evidence on its head. By the end of their entire investigation Ichigo had hated the man more than before, "what why? Our case is as ironclad as it could possibly be? Please, please don't tell me that a new piece of evidence just magically showed up to royally screw with us."

"Actually that's the case," the voice on the other end sounded amused, "'nother woman jus' came forward," Ichigo mouthed 'fuck' as a hand came up to rub his eyes, there was no way they were going to win this case now, "that brings us ta the bad news."

"Just, lay it on me."

"We are droppin' the client and takin' this woman as our new one," Ichigo felt himself jolt as his hands dropped along with his jaw. Had his prayers been answered and was this even legal?

"How—"

"Wha' was the first thing I tol' ya about workin' with me? I don' take clients that hide shit from me. This weasel might be an ole acquaintances but I still got ma honour. I also fuckin' hate defendin' molesters."

"What do you need me to do?" Ichigo asked as he fished out his wallet, cradling the phone between his shoulder and cheek he took out some money and placed it on the table. Listening to Gin run down a list of what needed to be done by tomorrow, he stood up and headed for the door, completely ignoring the swears that were following him. Gin promised both overtime pay and to pick up wherever Ichigo left off in the morning, "sounds good I'll see you tomorrow."

Not even missing a beat Ichigo waited for his neighbour to catch up. The man looked rather irritated, though that couldn't be blamed. He easily hailed down a cab, opening the door he looked back to the man, "I have to go something big just came up. I'll call you later."

How he was still awake was beyond him, the remainder of the night had been spent towards working file by file and complaint by complaint for the easiest way to ensure their client got a good percentage. He had already sent the email out to Gin and was in the process of picking up all the papers that had been scattered all across his floor. What he would give to just crawl into his bed and die. He just hoped that Gin could put everything together – though that was a given – and didn't require him to ever re-work a case on such short notice after this.

Now there was just one more thing he had to do before he could even set foot outside the law building. Picking up his phone he dialled Grimmjow's number and was a little surprised that the man even answered. It was close to six in the morning, though he was pretty sure that the man didn't have to work on Fridays. A growl of protest shook in the man's groggy throat, Ichigo could just feel the resentment flowing through the receiver. He really hated to do this but he honestly smelt like B-O and his breath tasted like ass and coffee mixed together. Plus, Grimmjow was the only person that came to mind who would be able to pick up some clothes and deodorant.

"'Ello?"

Ichigo was a little shocked at how composed the man sounded. He had prepared himself to be pounced on for calling so early, "hey. Listen, I have a huge favour to ask you."

He had to look at his phone to see if whether the man had hung up or not as the silence stretched on for more than a few minutes. Maybe he had fallen back asleep? Before Ichigo could say anything, a deep rumble responded, "what do ya want? It's six in the fuckin' mornin', and it's my day off."

So he had been right about that, "I know, I know, and I'm sorry. I've been working all night and I could just really use a spare change of clothes, my deodorant, and toothbrush right about now."

"I don' have a key ta your place."

"Yeah you do. Urahara is a lazy fucker and uses the same locks on every door on each floor. Technically you, Hikifune-san, and I all have the same door lock."

"What the hell? That doesn't make any sense at all, your bullshitting me."

"Try it."

Ichigo heard some rustling from the other end before a few doors were flung open. The faintest click could be heard as the man's key chain jingled, he must have crossed the hall and tried it, "how the fuck is this legal?"

"It isn't. But our deadbolts are all different locks so that somehow justifies it."

A tired laugh escaped Grimmjow, Ichigo imagining him scratching his stomach wearing nothing but sweatpants. The man always wore sweatpants whenever he woke up, yes Ichigo had spent the night maybe once or twice, "that's reassuring. Is it the same for every door in this place?

"No, the keys only work on our floor. Its probably the same for all the other neighbours."

"Shit, okay. Uhm just giv'me like…half-an-hour? I'll bring some stuff," he owed this man the best blow job of his life after he got his clothes, "how 'm I supposed ta get in?"

"I'll inform Yammi of who you are. Just come to the seven floor, I'm the only one who is here," all the other workers didn't usually get in until around nine usually. Though Kuchiki and Ichimaru-san usually arrived at seven.

Before he could even say thanks, Grimmjow hung up on him. If the man was pissed then he didn't show it very easily. Though his memory was a little foggy, he could still remember how they had left things off. Ichigo – being the dummy that he is – had asked whether they were going to put a label on whatever the hell that they were. It honestly wasn't that big of a deal and he didn't really blame Grimmjow for his reaction, the last person in Karakura town to have called him a 'boyfriend' had a synonym for crazy as his first name.

It was most definitely how they left things yesterday. Whatever, he'd deal with it when the man got here. After sending a quick email to Yammi – the front desk security guard – informing him of Grimmjow, Ichigo crashed on the couch in the waiting area. It would be hours before anyone showed up, so taking a quick snooze was okay. It wasn't long before he found himself in the pitch-black state of sleep.

He wasn't sure when Grimmjow had gotten to the building but he could have done without the rude awakening. The blue haired shit had decided to play a video on his phone of a goat screaming with the volume to the max. Ichigo swore that his soul left his body as he sat straight up. The man had at this point had begun to laugh his cackling laugh, arms crossing over his chest and a stray tear rolling down his cheek.

Furious wasn't exactly the best word to describe how Ichigo felt. Manic. That's probably the best word. The fist that connected with Grimmjow's abdomen was well placed as the wind was knocked out of his lungs sounding almost violently. The man in turn keeled over onto the couch as his large hands went to cradle his pride.

Standing up Ichigo grabbed the backpack, which the man had been carrying, "that's not funny!"

Walking to the washrooms he kicked open the men's door, throwing the backpack on the sink counter. He was still infuriated by being scared he practically flew through putting on his deodorant and brushing his teeth. Along with changing his clothes – the man had even brought a spare change of underwear – it took him less then no time. Stomping back to the elevators he pushed the down button, not even waiting to see if Grimmjow was following him.

With the chiming 'ding' Ichigo entered as the sliding doors opened, seems like Grimmjow had decided to come though he was still cradling his stomach and looked even more pissed off than usual. Pressing the L button, they stood in comfortable silence as the elevator descended two floors. He had almost begun coming down from his anger when the elevator stopped with an audible clink that sounded similar to breaking metal. Great that did not sound good.

Ichigo began to frantically press the open-door button in hopes that this was all just a cruel joke set up by Yammi and Grimmjow. Of course the man beside him looked just as perplexed as he did as he was taking a more physical approach, trying to open the doors.

"This can't be fucking happening," Ichigo shouted as his foot came up to kick the command panel.

"Ichigo. Chill," Grimmjow commanded as he placed to hands on said man's shoulders, steering him away from the panel. The last thing either of them needed was to be stuck in this little contraption longer than they needed to be, "I'll call the front desk and let them know what's goin' on."

He let the man do his thing as he began to pace trying to calm himself. It wasn't that he was afraid of elevators or being in tight spaces, it was just an added combo of being scared earlier and true exhaustion. Deciding to stop he let out a deep breath when he heard Grimmjow finish his conversation, "what did Yammi say?"

"A few things," Grimmjow responded as he leaned against the right wall. Crossing his arms over his chest, "first is that he told us not to jump up and down."

"Well that's an obvious."

"He also called the elevator company, they are sending someone to come and get us."

"Thank god."

"It's going to take at least two hours before they can come," Grimmjow finished.

Ichigo met the man's gaze, he could feel his face contort into an astonished look as though he couldn't believe what he had just heard, "and I'm going to sue them."

The laugh that came from Grimmjow physically lightened the mood; Ichigo didn't know how tense he actually felt. Rubbing his shoulders to try and alleviate the soreness and stress out of his muscles. They had two hours just to themselves, and Ichigo was in a pissy mood. Leaning against the opposite wall his eyes wandered over to Grimmjow who was concentrating on his fingernails. Heavy black circles were under his eyes; the man was a wrestles sleeper and rarely got much sleep during his workweek. Ichigo remembered being told that, looks like he wasn't the only one who was completely drained.

"Thanks," Ichigo broke the silence, though the other did not look up at him, "and I'm sorry for punching you."

"Probably shouldn' have scared ya awake, 'specially after the night ya probably had."

"Yeah, I hate being scared," Ichigo chuckled as his eyes finally met Grimmjow's. Shit even when he was completely drained that man did things to his brain and nether regions. Fuck it, better to go for broke than regret having the moment pass. Pushing himself off of the wall he closed the distance between them in no time flat, his lips meeting startled one as Ichigo violently pressed them against each other.

It took Grimmjow a second to recover as his eyes went wide and his muscles tightened. The lips that forced themselves against his own made short work of his initial shock. Ichigo felt arms go around his waist, a large hand grabbing his ass. No, it was his turn to show thanks for the man. Grabbing both of Grimmjow's wrists he shoved them away as he deepened the kiss. His lips moved down the man's neck, finding a vein and a pressure spot that made the man growl. Ichigo's hand fiddled with the jean buttons and zipper, looping his fingers around the hem of the clothing article he pulled down both the pants and underwear in a quick swoop.

Before the man could even protest Ichigo's lips were back at Grimmjow's pushing away any doubts that this wasn't a good idea. Though Ichigo knew the man was a sex fiend and was enjoying this almost all too much. Grabbing the thick rod in his hand, Ichigo gently pumped it enjoying the shallow moans coming from the back of the other's throat. Deciding to pick up the pace as he felt his own erection resting uncomfortably in his pants. Falling to his knees, Ichigo came face to face with Grimmjow's erection standing tall and proud. Looking up at the man and seeing a coy smile, he began to muse with the dick. Kissing the tip and tasting the salty precum, he tentatively stuck his tongue out, enjoying the masculine smell. Stretching his mouth out he engulfed Grimmjow in one swift swallow, hearing a very pleased "fuck" coming from above.

Pushing further down until he felt the head hit the back of his throat. Pulling back he started to move his mouth back and forth along Grimmjow's shaft. Once well lubricated, he brought a hand up to stroke what he could not accompany in his mouth. Concentrating on simply moving his lips and tongue, Ichigo fell into an easy rhythm that had the man above him swearing. Taking the dick out of his mouth, Ichigo continued to stroke as his mouth took in Grimmjow's balls and started to suck.

"Fuck Ichi, I'm close," Grimmjow panted in ragged breaths. Taking out his own dick Ichigo began to stroke himself at a fast pace as his mouth went back to working around Grimmjow's cock. Within a matter of minutes Ichigo came with an explosive orgasm that made his mouth hum as a white stream of cum spilt from his dick. Grimmjow's hands gripped in his hair tightly as he started to fuck Ichigo's mouth. With a roar Grimmjow's seed spilt from his dick, pooling into Ichigo's mouth as he tried to swallow every last bit.

"What was that for?"

"My way of saying thank you," Ichigo responded as he zipped himself up and stood back up, planting a kiss on Grimmjow's eager lips.

"Shit we should get stuck in elevators more often," he joked as he zipped himself up. Both finding a comfortable spot on the ground, away from Ichigo's cum. It took the firemen precisely two hours to open the elevator door only to find Ichigo sleeping on Grimmjow's shoulder.

AN: there we go another little one-shot, yea' I kinda made it a little fluffy. In a very strange sense. I'm not too sure how I feel about this one. So this may just be a compilation of one shots about lawyer Ichigo and IT Grimmjow. I'll be posting new stories to this compilation whenever I need a break from my other stories. If anyone wants to see a scenario written about these two, let me know!

Thank you.