The crushing of aluminum could be heard throughout the space as Grimmjow finished the last of his meal shake before tossing the empty can onto the back table. Once Ichigo was finished with his giggle fit earlier, he had gone to look for a radio in the bedroom. Curious about what was taking him so long, Grimmjow decided to join the teen in his efforts.

Upon opening the bedroom door, the man noticed that the room was empty, save for him. "Ichigo?" he called as he scanned the area, his eyes landing upon the disheveled bed; his back started to ache just thinking about it.

"I'm up here," Grimmjow heard in a muffled tone. Glancing up, he noticed a clean opening in the ceiling. 'An attic?' the man thought as he made his way next to the bed, the hole being situated in the center above it.

It wasn't long before Ichigo popped his head over the hole, giving Grimmjow a view of his dust covered hair. "I couldn't find a radio down there, so I thought I'd check up here. Haven't found one yet, but there is a lot of alcohol up here…" he said as he glanced at the mound of unknown alcohol behind him.

"Sweet!" Grimmjow grinned joyously at the news. At least if there wasn't a radio, they could get smashed and forget their problems for one night.

Ichigo chuckled lightly at the man's reaction, keeping his own hidden. He then turned back, grabbed a bottle and handed it down to Grimmjow before lowering himself to the bed. Grimmjow was intently studying the light blue bottle, his eyes slightly widening as he wiped the thin layer of dust from the label. "This is Bombay Sapphire," he said.

"What's that?" Ichigo questioned as he walked up to the other man, peering at the liquor in his hands.

"Gin. And good quality, too," Grimmjow said roughly as he opened the bottle, the scent of pine quickly filling the room.

"It smells like a Christmas tree," Ichigo said as he scrunched up his nose, making Grimmjow laugh.

"And that's what the shitty ones taste like," the older man replied.

…

After their search for a radio had failed, Grimmjow and Ichigo had decided upon trying to roam outside for phone service; at least this way their coordinates could be recorded if they were able to contact someone. It was already past noon and gently snowing, but Grimmjow was confident in their ability to find a signal. 'If not, we still have enough food for a few more days if necessary,' Ichigo thought as they made their way out, buried in his heavy clothes and gear.

Walking down the porch stairs, the teen noticed that the snow now came up to his knees. Considering when he had found shelter it met his shins, it had snowed quite a bit over the course of twelve plus hours.

"Where are your gloves?" Grimmjow asked as he looked over his shoulder, eyeing the teen as he stared at the snow.

Ichigo quickly looked up and scowled. "In my backpack," he replied, "I like to keep my hands in my pockets."

The older man sneered at the other's reaction. 'What a dumbass,' he thought. "Just don't complain to me when you get frostbite."

…

The depth of the fallen snow mixed with the onslaught of oncoming powder kept the two men from traveling very far in the two hours they had spent on their journey. Ichigo's black and red hat was now almost completely white and his goggles kept fogging up, but he swore that he would keep following Grimmjow, whose legs were quickly tiring from all of the trudging he was doing. "Ichigo," the man said as he caught his breath, "I think we should turn back. The snow's starting to come down harder and to tell ya the truth, my legs are pretty tired."

The orange haired teen looked at the man before him as he turned around, his somewhat labored breathing apparent even through Ichigo's fogged up lenses. He took a moment before finally agreeing with Grimmjow, even though he didn't want to admit their defeat.

…

The men made their way back to the cabin, Grimmjow having to lightly lean on Ichigo for support halfway through, but eventually made it back to their shelter as what seemed to be another blizzard made its presence known.

"That's just great…" Grimmjow growled as he fell onto the couch, tired from the day's work. Ichigo took off his outer layers and set them in front of the humble flame that had managed to keep itself lit throughout the hours. Fetching another log, he hoped the fire would last till late.

Ichigo knew that the two of them had been gone for a while and that it was about time that they should eat, so he dug through his backpack and pulled out two rice balls. Walking over to the couch, he handed one down to Grimmjow before seating himself on the couch's arm. The two of them ate in silence, the crackling of the fire providing a soothing rhythm compared to the now howling wind found outside. Grimmjow finished his meal first before pushing himself up and heading towards his backpack, pulling out two canned coffees and throwing one at Ichigo. "Now it ain't so bland, at least," he sighed.

…

Ichigo eased himself into the tub filled with hot water, his aching muscles instantly feeling relief upon contact. He stretched and sunk low, keeping the water level just below his nose before closing his eyes and allowing himself to relax. If there was one thing he wasn't going to question on this trip, it would be the working water in this mountain hell. 'As long as I have it…'

Grimmjow had gotten into the bottle of Gin he had opened earlier, and Ichigo hadn't felt like dealing with a drunken man at the time. It was just another headache that he didn't need, so soaking himself in the bath seemed the best solution; now the warm water threatened to lull him to sleep. It almost did too, before he was rudely interrupted by the teal haired man pounding on the door.

"Hurry it up 'n there kid, I gotta piss," Grimmjow said with a slight slur through the door. Ichigo grumbled into the water but took the hint, pulling himself from the cooling water. He quickly dried off and dressed before he was kicked from the room and left standing in a mild state of shock. The teen sighed and ran his hand through his hair, the tips still damp from his bath, before going to the bed and taking one of the two pillows present. He and Grimmjow had agreed upon rotating who was to get the bed each night, and he wasn't about to sleep on that couch out there without a pillow.

'At least the fire should keep me somewhat warm,' Ichigo yawned as he added another two logs before settling into his bed for the night. It wasn't long before sleep took its hold on the teen, his body relaxing as he cuddled into the back of the couch.

Grimmjow finished with the bath he had drawn for himself after Ichigo had left, knowing that it would help relax his tense body. Donning the same pair of clothes, he made his way to the main room before noticing one of his pillows was missing. "Hey, Ichi..!" he had started, stopping himself upon seeing the sleeping form. 'Alright. He can have it,' the man thought as he looked down at the faint smile present on the teens face. He then noticed that Ichigo didn't have a blanket, so he made his way to his supplies and pulled an insulated blanket from his bag, placing it on the teen. 'Dumbass,' he thought as he made his way to his bed, slipping into the soft sheets and quickly succumbing to sleep.

…

Grimmjow woke the next morning to the wailing storm and the sound of the bathroom door closing. He yawned as he rose, running his hand over his face. He sat like that for a few moments before getting up and stretching, heading for his food supply. He wasn't about to wait for Ichigo to get out of the bathroom, that just would've seemed odd. Instead he grabbed himself another meal shake and drank its chocolaty contents, savoring the boost his taste buds and stomach were receiving. The teen made his way out as Grimmjow finished, now sporting a dark red v-neck and baggy jeans, held only in place by a tight black belt.

"What?" Ichigo asked as Grimmjow eyed his change in clothing. "I was wearing those other clothes for two days. I'm allowed to change, aren't I?"

"No, you're not," Grimmjow chuckled as he passed the teen, heading for the bathroom. When he emerged, his wardrobe change was also apparent. Now clad in a heavier brown tee and black sweat pants adorned with a white stripe on either side, he felt much better now after just getting out of those clothes. "Good idea," he grinned.

Ichigo only looked away at his comment, staring instead at the snow pounding against the front window. "It was like that all night," he said dryly. Grimmjow barely paid any attention as he was tending to the fire, poking at the coals on the bottom of the pile.

"Unfortunately these freak snow storms can sometimes be pretty damn unpredictable," the man said as he rose from his squatting position. He sighed as he looked around, noticing absolutely no source of entertainment. This was going to be one hellishly boring day…or was it? Grimmjow made his way back into the bedroom and climbed onto the bed, reaching for the covering over the attic entrance and pulling himself up. "Ichigo!" he called out once he had found what he was looking for.

The teen had already brought himself into the room, curious as to what had brought on the sudden spontaneity. His eyes narrowed and a scowl formed when he realized the answer to his question: alcohol. Grimmjow was slowly lowering the whole case of bottles down to him, and he'd be damned if he wasn't going to accept it; he didn't feel like being bitched at. Once his prize had been handed off, the older man made his way down, a grin plastered on his face.

"How's that for a party?" he asked as he stole the contents from Ichigo's grasp, hulling it into the main room and setting it gently in front of the couch.

"I don't see what's so great about it," Ichigo mumbled as he made his way over to Grimmjow, sitting on the side of the couch furthest from the grinning teal haired weirdo.

"Well," he replied as he opened a bottle, "then you've obviously never tried it." He handed the bottle of gin to the teen, practically shoving it into his hands after he refused, before grabbing and opening a bottle for himself. "Cheers."

"I can't, I'm underage," Ichigo protested, setting the bottle down.

"So? Has that ever stopped anyone before?" Grimmjow asked, taking a large gulp of the Bombay. "So pick up that bottle and drink, damnit. It's not like we have anything else to do anyways. This is our time to let loose."

His first attempt failed, the teen now tried to play off his dislike on the piney smell, only to have the top of Grimmjow's bottled shoved quickly into his open mouth, a rush of liquid invading the area. Forced to swallow, Ichigo had a coughing fit from the sudden attack. 'That dirty..!' he thought as he picked up his bottle from the floor, eyed the container and then took a swig. The taste wasn't as bad as the annoying smell, but it was still strong and pretty dry.

Grimmjow just smirked and drank from his bottle, content that he had gotten the other male to do something he had seemed dead-set against. 'This could be interesting,' he chuckled to himself.

…

Ten minutes had passed since then, Ichigo now seeing triple of everything and feeling like a giddy elementary school kid. Grimmjow had been amazed at the teen's transformation over the period of time, he himself downing enough alcohol to get even him somewhat drunk. It was Ichigo's turn to sleep in the bed, but at the moment he was too smashed to even think about standing, let alone walking, so Grimmjow helped him to the bedroom. As he laid him onto the bed, the teen managed to pull the older man onto the bed with him, giggling the whole while.

"Ichigo," Grimmjow stammered as he looked into the flush face of the younger male below him. "Stop it."

"Why?" Ichigo smiled, pulling Grimmjow closer to his body. "Ya know, once ya get up close like this, yer actu'lly perty good lookin'."

Grimmjow sighed at the compliment; it was obviously the booze talking. "Look, Ichigo," he started.

"I'm horny," Ichigo frowned in the middle of Grimmjow's sentence.

The older man was taken aback by the younger's statement, replying with a simple, "What?"

"I'm horny," the teen repeated as he began to tighten his grip on Grimmjow, who could only watch at the event unfolding before him. Ichigo brought their lips together into a short kiss before letting go entirely.

Different scenarios kept playing through Grimmjow's mind, but only the ones involving mutual sex were dominant. Hell, he hadn't had any in over three days either. Quickly grabbing his chance, Grimmjow plummeted his lips back onto Ichigo's, opening his mouth enough to force his tongue inside. The teen groaned and grabbed onto the other's arms, digging his blunt nails into skin.

The older male continued his invasion of the teen's mouth while his right hand roamed Ichigo's abdomen and chest under his shirt. This type of obstacle wasn't going to keep him from getting what he wanted, so Grimmjow stopped on his assaults long enough only to undress Ichigo and himself, their clothes now strewn haphazardly across the floor. The man was about to start again with Ichigo's mouth when he noticed Ichigo's hardened member. Swallowing, he looked up the boy's body only to find pleading eyes flushed with lust.

It was with that look that Grimmjow offered Ichigo two of his fingers, which the teen eagerly took into his hot mouth. Grimmjow groaned at the sensations, never before being turned on from something as simple as that. 'It's gotta be the alcohol,' he told himself. Sensing that he could continue, he took his fingers back and, after grabbing onto Ichigo's right leg and moving it to the side, took his right hand and began to push into the other male's entrance.

Ichigo whimpered at the invading finger as it slowly made its way inside, pushing against his tight walls on the way. Once he had fully made his way in, Grimmjow started to pull his finger back out before pushing it back in. Ichigo had started to quiver around him, and soon Grimmjow found himself starting to insert a second finger. It was a tight fit, but the man was eager to move on to more pleasurable activities. The two fingers, now side by side, worked together moving in and out of the tight hole, every now and then making a scissored motion.

The teen was now panting from the attention his ass was receiving, his hands clinging to the bed sheets below him. It wasn't long before he was in the throes of ecstasy, his back arching and his seed spilling over his torso. That had been too much for the older man to handle.

"Put yer ass in the air!" Grimmjow demanded huskily as he pulled his two fingers from Ichigo's entrance, making the teen moan from the slight friction. Ichigo did as he was told and turned over, propping his back end up while his chest dug into the covers. Grimmjow took his own hard member and placed it against Ichigo, slowly pushing forward into the tightness. The younger male groaned as the other forced his way inside of him, the task harder than normal considering there was no lubrication.

That didn't stop Grimmjow though, and soon he had managed to push the tip in. Ichigo was now writhing beneath him, his breathing erratic and his member hard once again. Grimmjow smirked at the eagerness and pushed onward until eventually reaching the hilt. He allowed Ichigo a moment to adjust before he slowly pulled back, plunging back in once reaching half way. Ichigo started to moan louder upon each thrust, his own hips bucking against the man's behind him.

The speed picked up quickly, and soon Grimmjow was begging for his release. Ichigo came first however, his lower body undulating around the man's length before he too was lost in orgasm. Ichigo collapsed to the bed and Grimmjow followed suit, both men panting heavily at their ordeal.

Grimmjow lifted himself from the teen and pulled out, some cum making its way out of its prison, before rolling onto his back next to him. That had been a fun time, but now he was pretty tired. Glancing over, he noticed Ichigo's body relax as he fell into a slumber. The man grinned and pulled the sheets from under his body, covering the both of them in the secluded warmth. It wasn't long before the alcohol and exhaustion lured him into a peaceful sleep.

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A/N~ Wow…some good times came outta this one :D

Gosh Grimm, can't you go 3 days without having to screw something? And Ichigo! Inviting him so provocatively like that! But I'm sure no one minded (especially not Ichigo lol) But I guess sexual frustration can come out from exhaustion and boredom…and drunkenness…eh?

The lateness of this one was somewhat caused by Soul Eater. I have recently purchased the anime and went on a binge. I am currently wishing for a Stein plushie that does not exist… :'(