Chapter 2

When Grimmjow first walked into the room and saw the orange haired man, he couldn't help but want a taste. He kept avoiding his eyes, his perked ears twitching whenever he talked. Grimmjow could never deem something as cute, but Ichigo came rather close to the description.

He didn't actually do the hiring, a man doing that for him, but he was glad this particular neko was hired. His tail rested on his thigh, but Grimmjow saw it twitched the closer he got.

The neko was small, not that tall or muscular. He was long and lanky, a frown always painted on his face. His eyes were innocent though, but Grimmjow could also see he was stripping him with them.

He found it interesting how at first he leaned into his hand when he touched his ass, before he jumped away. He was gay, and Grimmjow had no problems with showing him the benefit of it.

The way he blushed brought out his freckles, Grimmjow wondering what other places he left full with blood.

When he tried to seduce him in the elevator, he couldn't help but notice how flustered he looked. He was basically shaking, his eyes lidded when he whispered into his ear. Grimmjow wanted to do many things in that elevator with this fresh meat, and he knew Ichigo was thinking the same.

When he turned him down, Grimmjow wasn't discouraged.

Especially when he saw him dance the way he did on that stage. He danced like he had been doing it for years, the red thong he wore almost nonexistent. Grimmjow remembered the heat in his eyes when he crawled to him, the heat of his skin intoxicating.

Grimmjow felt his mouth water at the thought.

Ichigo was the only neko to ever catch his attention in that way. He was erotic and innocent at the same time, innocence a trait many girls and neko's faked.

"Mr. Jeagerjaques, I've cleared your schedule for the day."

Grimmjow reached over, pressing a button on his phone.

"Thanks Ruka."

He stood from his seat, his pants feeling rather tight.

There were no deadlines today, so instead of working, he thought he might as well say hello to his sweet Strawberry.

:::+:::

"Rukia, how many times will Mr. Jeagerjaques supervise us?" Ichigo asked as he played in the sand with the kids outside. They didn't have a large sand box but it was big enough for all four toddlers that were here today. Daisuke was behaving himself for today, only getting in small arguments with Alex.

"Three times a year as supervisor. As a boss, I would say probably once a year." Ichigo relaxed with that fact, hoping he would never bump into him again.

He had stripped and danced in front of him. Ichigo couldn't have been more embarrassed by his actions. He had turned him down and rejected him the right to call him Strawberry, only to be called it at the club.

He wanted to facepalm himself. He should have realized that Renji giving up so easily was a little taboo.

"Ichigo, can you come watch the babies!" Ichigo looked to Rangiku who stood by the door, nodding his head. Today they stayed in the building behind Billboard, letting the kids go outside cause it wasn't raining.

July this year was a little weird, raining on and off at random time intervals. Luckily on his birthday it rained in the morning, but stayed dry throughout the night.

He went inside to supervise the babies, only two having come today. Haru was mixed, her skin tone a tad darker than the others, her bright brown eyes always smiling. She was eight months, almost a toddler herself. She couldn't walk yet though.

Ishi was younger at six months. He had long black hair, Rangiku always putting it into a small ponytail.

Haru smiled when he walked in, grabbing the bars that kept her in the baby area. She screamed, Ichigo smiling as he washed his hands. He picked her up when he was done and covered his shoes, opening the gate and walking into their section. She played with his hair, Ichigo also picking up Ishi when he crawled to him. He was being bombarded, his hair suddenly only a toy. He looked around, wondering what else he could distract them with.

He put them both down, Haru's lips becoming pouty. He already knew she was about to cry, Ishi crawling away in favor of a teething fish. Ichigo picked up a book, Haru not seeming to like it. She started to cry, Ichigo sighing. He picked her up, Haru laying her head on his shoulder. She sniffled, Ichigo shushing her softly as he kept an eye on Ishi.

"Careful, hold hands." The toddlers came in too, Rukia scolding Eiji when he tried to run ahead. She washed all their hands as Rangiku brought out the food for their lunch. Ichigo looked to Haru, seeing her eyes were closed. He shushed her softly as he walked to her crib. The toddler and baby side was separated by a short wall, the babies beds behind another gate.

He opened it, picking up her blanket. He wrapped her in it before laying her down on her side, Haru whimpering softly before resting again.

Ichigo sighed in relief.

"Mr. Jeagerjaques, welcome." Ichigo eyes widened, his tail stiffening. He didn't look over to him, instead going over to Ishi and picking him up.

"Ichigo, will you please come with me?" Ichigo froze. Rangiku gave him a worried look, Ichigo passing her Ishi.

"Yes sir."

"Gather your things as well." Ichigo did, walking up to him. Rukia gave him a worried look before attending to the toddler's. Grimmjow turned and left, Ichigo following. It was silent as they walked to the elevator, Ichigo fearing he would be fired. They got inside the elevator, Grimmjow staying rather close to him.

"You surprised me yesterday," Grimmjow finally said, Ichigo's cheeks burning red as he looked to him sharply.

"My friend set me up, I would never have done that!" It came out rushed and panicked, Grimmjow smirking. They went all the way down to the garage, Ichigo feeling like vomiting.

"Don't worry, I won't fire you." Ichigo gasped in surprise, Grimmjow stepping out the elevator, Ichigo walking quickly behind him. Grimmjow had such long strides, it was hard to just walk by him.

"Then why did you call me out, Mr. Jeagerjaques?" Ichigo asked, Grimmjow grinning. He stopped in front of a black Ferrari that was outlined with a blood red color, Ichigo just standing there.

"Get in," Grimmjow told him, Ichigo not wanting to. He wasn't sure what was happening and it made him feel uneasy, the urge to pee building up.

"Mr. Jeagerjaqu-"

Grimmjow ran a hand through his blue hair, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Get in, I ain't gonna say it again." Ichigo frowned in displeasure but got in, Grimmjow getting in himself. Ichigo swallowed thickly, looking down to his lap only. He wanted to look around, having never been in such an expensive car.

"Where are you taking me?" Ichigo asked, Grimmjow speeding out the garage. Ichigo held onto his bag tightly, hoping they didn't crash.

"A date." Ichigo looked to him sharply, his cheeks heating as he frowned in disbelief.

When did he agree to this?!

"Listen Mr. Jeagerjaques-"

"Call me Grimmjow, told you this Strawberry." Ichigo couldn't believe this guy. He wanted to just jump out, but they were going nearly a hundred on the freeway and he already knew he wouldn't make the jump, let alone open the door.

"Listen Grimmjow, I'm not interested in you like that!" Grimmjow just grinned, slowing down just a tad.

"So, did you get the erection after or before I touched you?" Ichigo blushed darker, unbelieving he actually saw the erection he gave him at the club.

"Stop the car," Ichigo ordered, Grimmjow raising an eyebrow.

"On the highway?" Ichigo paled slightly, but when he was about to say yes they got off the highway, Grimmjow stopping in front of a restaurant.

It was the new one that just opened up, an expensive sushi restaurant Ichigo couldn't get into even if he saved up all his money for three months.

To top it off, he was dressed in stained baby food jeans, and a faded black shirt.

"I'm not properly dressed for this!" He hissed, Grimmjow pointing to the back seat.

"I have clothes in the back for you, don't worry I won't look." Ichigo looked at him with complete disbelief. His stomach growled though, Ichigo guessing he might as well play along till he got some food.

"Fine."

He got into the back, looking through the bag there. He was glad it wasn't a dress, but it wasn't exactly a full suit either.

There were dark jeans outlined with light blue on the side. A white button up shirt was in there too, dress shoes as shiny as a diamond in there with it.

Ichigo was a tad too big for this car, having to twist to take off his pants. He fixed his boxers before he put on the jeans, the sleek material fitting him tight but good. He took off his shirt, putting on the button up. He took off his shoes and replaced them with the others, hearing something in the bag when he accidentally knocked it off the seat. He picked it up, his eyes widening when he saw a box.

He took it out, opening it curiously. He nearly choked on his own saliva when he saw a necklace in it.

He was not a girl, he didn't like shit like this, but the thing took his breath away.

It had a silver chain, a skull made of sapphire gems hanging at the bottom. From here he could see the gems were real.

"Grimmj-"

"Put it on, it's yours." Ichigo couldn't believe it, looking to him.

"I-I can't take this!" he stammered, Grimmjow looking to him and cocking an eyebrow.

"Come sit in the front." Ichigo did, his eyes wide in disbelief.

"Listen, your nice and all but I ca-"

Grimmjow kissed him. Ichigo gasped, Grimmjow putting his hand against the back of his head so he couldn't escape. Ichigo felt light headed when Grimmjow's tongue slipped into his mouth, his other hand slipping beneath his shirt. Ichigo jolted when he played with his nipple, moaning softly.

Oh god, where had this man been all his life?

Ichigo gasped when Grimmjow pulled away, his fingers not stopping in their play. Ichigo bit his bottom lip, grabbing his wrist.

"S-Stop." His voice shook, but obediently Grimmjow removed his hand. He took the necklace from him, putting it around his neck.

"Just enjoy it." Ichigo gasped when he kissed him again, arching towards him.

This was his boss, where was his respect!

Ichigo pulled away, panting softly as he tried to put his head back on his shoulders.

"This isn't a date, and don't call me Strawberry." Ichigo got out the car, Grimmjow smirking as he got out the car himself. They went into the restaurant, Ichigo staring in wonder. It was large, decorated with old Japanese artifacts and writing, Ichigo licking his lips at the smell of food.

"Hello Mr. Jeagerjaques, we have been expecting you." They were led to a table by a fish tank, Ichigo wondering if he could touch the glass.

"So, now that you're mine, what do you like to do in bed?" Ichigo looked to Grimmjow in disbelief for the thousandth time that day.

When did he become his?

"Listen Mr. Jeagerjaques, this is all very nice of you, but I'm not yours." Grimmjow raised an eyebrow.

"I'm not even interested in being in a relationship, let alone with you. And what I like in bed is none of your business sir."

Ichigo was wondering what was wrong with this man. He just said they were together, not giving him a chance to breathe.

Grimmjow chuckled softly, Ichigo taking in a sharp breath when he leaned closer.

"You kissed me Ichigo, where I come from that's a confession." Ichigo sputtered, wondering why he acted like he had full control of him.

Ichigo would be lying if he said he wasn't turned on, the table the only thing hiding his erection. He swallowed thickly, still tasting him on his tongue.

He didn't have date him if he didn't want to.

"So what do you like in bed?" Grimmjow asked again, Ichigo sealing his lips as his cheeks blushed red.

"Too shy to say?" Grimmjow asked with a grin, a waiter walking up to him.

"Are you ready to order?" The waiter asked, Grimmjow nodding, handing him the menus.

"Two specials, hold the sauce on mine." Ichigo frowned as the waiter left, looking to Grimmjow.

"You kissed me," he tried to argue, Grimmjow smirking.

"You moaned."

Ichigo felt his face burn, looking away.

"Just enjoy it Ichigo, I'll make it worth your time."

Ichigo looked to him, Grimmjow grinning.

"We won't do anything till your ready, but do know I want a kiss fairly often."

Ichigo wondered what he got himself into.

They ate the most delicious food ever, Ichigo sitting back with a sigh when he finished.

"Oh god," he whispered, stretching up. Grimmjow had finished a few minutes before him, sipping some wine as he watched him.

"Let's go." Grimmjow stood, leaving a tip. Ichigo stood as well, following him back to his car. They got in, Ichigo putting his hands on the back of the head rest as he relaxed.

Grimmjow grabbed them, Ichigo gasping when he kissed him. He slid his hand up his thigh, Ichigo jolting when he grabbed his member.

"Y-You said-!" Ichigo tried to talk but he couldn't, Grimmjow kissing his neck. Ichigo arched with a whimper when he started to rub him, spreading his legs.

He said he wouldn't, but Ichigo didn't mind if he did at this moment.

"Oh god... Please..." Ichigo moaned as he moved his hand up, feeling his fingers touch the hem of his jeans.

"You ready?"

Ichigo was about to say yes, but when he realized what he meant he opened his eyes, looking to him. This was his boss, he needed to stop this.

"Not now," he whispered, disappointed when his hands left him despite his thoughts.

He panted, fixing his pants.

"Don't leave me waiting too long."

Grimmjow leaned over, Ichigo tensing.

"I might become impatient."

When Ichigo got home, he masturbated for an hour in the shower. He shared a condo with Renji, ignoring his yells for him not to take all the hot water.

What was he doing?

Why couldn't he just end it and leave?