Grimmjow stood, staring up at the dilapidated building, where he had been told his old friend had been living.

Fucking dump, he thought as he shoved his keys into his pocket. His sleek black Porsche looking completely out of place in the back alley shit hole.

A rat ran past his foot as he took a step towards the double story duplex, its paint brown, peeling and, Grimmjow shuddered, mouldy. He hated mould, couldn't stand the smell. He was more than capable of gracefully removing a limb or two in his business but, for some reason he couldn't get past mould.

Threatening to break under his weight, Grimmjow slowly made his way up the stairs. He had not seen Ichigo in years, not since they had practiced karate together back when Ichigo's mum was alive.

Chuckling, Grimmjow remembered the fiery tempered red head, cheeks flushed, and tears prickling at his eyes. He had never been able to beat Grimmjow and he had revelled in this fact. The two of them had enjoyed each other's company, at least he had.

But things change in life. Grimmjow knew that early on, being the son the head Yakuza Boss in town. He still remembered their last encounter like it was yesterday. It was a treasured memory that had kept him going through all the trouble he now faced as the current Boss. However, he had never seen Ichi again and always wondered what had happened to his first love.

The thought of Ichigo being so close had made his blood pump, his heart race. Grinning he knocked on the door, excited to see his old rival and friend.

"Are you wet enough y-," came a husky voice as the door flew open in a flourish.

Grimmjow took a sharp intake of breath. This was certainly not the little innocent Ichi he had once known. No, definitely not.

Recognition shot across the man's face and he scowled.

Annoyed at the reaction he had received Grimmjow looked Ichigo up and down. What stood in front of Grimmjow was a tall man (yet not as tall as him), with shoulder length orange hair and dead brown eyes. Clad in only a towel, Grimmjow's eyes wondered over the man's body, drinking in the sight. He was fit. Fucking fit and sexy, he was sexier than he could have imagined, however the appreciation was marred when he saw dark circles under his eyes, the split and bruised lip and the array of scars and bruises that covered the porcelain white skin.

"Not who you were expecting then?" Grimmjow had stated more than asked. He was stunned. It was obvious Ichigo had been broken long before he had been able to reach him.

Grimmjow watched perplexed as the figure in front of him removed the cigarette from his plump lips and leaned against the door frame, fixing his towel. Grimmjow raped the boy's hips with his eyes. If only it would slip just a little lower, he thought and dragged his eyes back to meet Ichigo's dead ones.

"What the fuck do you want?" Ichigo had spat. Grimmjow was taken aback at how much his first love had changed in the years they had been apart. He knew life was cruel… but this had obviously been too much.

Chuckling, Grimmjow had noted the sexy timber to Ichigo's voice. He would be brilliant at phone sex, he thought, running a hand down his face, trying to wipe the nearly pornographic images from his mind.

"You gonna let me in? I need ta talk to ya."

"Fuck off blue bird," Ichigo laughed.

"Oh you're a funny one. Fine, don't invite me in, but you're coming with me sunshine," One thing that obviously hadn't changed was his stubborn as fuck attitude. Perhaps it had even gotten worse.

Extinguishing the cigarette on the door frame, Grimmjow watched as he flicked the butt to the ground angrily. "The fuck I am you dick."

"I knew this wasn't going to be easy, but seriously! You're such a little bitch it pisses me off," frustrated at Ichigo's stubbornness. He needed Ichigo to come with him; otherwise he was up shit creek with his overbearing father. He had been ordered to go fetch the little ginger nut and make sure he cleaned up his act but so far this wasn't going well. Plus he needed to get to a meeting in half an hour. He didn't have time for this shit. Annoyed, Grimmjow reached for Ichigo's arm to pull him outs.

Recognising the familiar blur of a fist Grimmjow ducked the blow and instinctively slammed his hand into Ichigo's stomach. He heard the young man gasp for air. Slightly worried that he had accidently hurt Ichi he went to pull away when thin, long cold fingers wrapped around his wrist in a vice like grip. Ichigo had obviously picked up a few things here and there in the time they had been apart.

A sharp pain shot through Grimmjow's arm as it was forced into the centre of his back, face hitting the wall. Well he had certainly not thought it would turn to out like this when he had arrived. Luckily for Grimmjow, he was quite flexible and managed to swing his elbow around to meet Ichi's temple.

Hearing a cry of pain Grimmjow spun around just in time to see Ichigo fall to the floor, towel hanging promiscuously around his hips.

Looking down at Ichigo he grinned manically, "It's still too early for you to take me out Strawberry."

Now what the fuck was he meant to do? Grimmjow pulled out a cigarette and lit it, leaning against the wall, being particularly careful not to lean on any mould. Gazing at the man that lay nearly stark naked in front of him he appreciated his body from a far. Ichigo had grown up sexier than he could have imagined, he wanted to nibble the slender neck, nip at his protruding collar bone and tweak those hard pink nipples.

Grimmjow shuddered as he felt himself become half hard at the image. What the fuck? He was a hard core Yakuza boss that had dealt with more shit, drugs, women and men than probably any man in Japan. And here he was getting half hard by just looking at the guy. He'd always had a soft spot for Ichigo but as far as he could tell it was hard all the way now.

Swearing he spun around and entered the dingy shit hole. Tiny, was all he could think, sucking on the cigarette. Opening his phone he dialled Tensa his trusted body guard and friend.

"I need you to come pick up a little something and take it back to mine," he commanded into the receiver.

There was silence on the other end of the phone and then a short, "Yes Boss," abruptly hanging up. Tensa was never one big on words, but he could rely on him more than any other lackey he had working for him. The man could perform miracles when it came to protecting someone, and to be quite honest he made fantastic curry.

Grimmjow walked to the bedroom, examining Ichigo's room. He obviously had little to no worldly possessions and slept on an old mattress on the floor. He had known that Ichigo had gone through some heart ache after his mum had died, I mean, who wouldn't? But something more had happened to this boy.

He waded through the empty cigarette packets and takeaway containers. There were a pile of wallets to one side of the room. Grabbing the first one off the pile he opened it and found the I.D of a woman by the name of Rangiku. Going through the pile he realised each had been stolen. Grimmjow chuckled, his own little jail bait aye?

"Ichigo?" came a shocked high pitched voice from the front.

Shit. Grimmjow strode the front door and was met by a voluptuous green haired beauty, wearing pink pumps and what could only be described as a dominatrix style ensemble.

Fuck Ichi, what had you gotten yourself into!? Grimmjow seethed down at the woman who stood her ground, almost protecting the body lying on the ground. It all started to click into place when he remembered how Ichigo had answered the door. He had interrupted their booty call obviously. Good, he thought as the woman, glared him down, "What the fuck have you done! Leave or I'm calling the police."

Ballsy, he would give her that, "Honey, I own the police, now move the fuck outta my way."

A black van had pulled up; a man with dark wavy hair jumped out of the passenger seat and opened the back doors.

Scooping up Ichigo in his arms, Grimmjow left the paling woman behind him.

"Get his things," Tensa nodded and climbed the stairs to the apartment.

"What the fuck?" Nel screamed and stood in front of the doorway, blocking Tensa from entering. Sighing he shoved the woman to the side, easily entering the apartment.

Grimmjow gently placed Ichigo on the floor of the van, jumping in next to him and wrapping a blanket around the cold unconscious body. Several minutes past, when Tensa returned placing garbage bag next to Grimmjow shutting the door behind him.

"Wait!" Grimmjow pulled a set of keys from his pocket, "drive it back to the apartment for me."

As Tensa shut the door, Grimmjow watched as the woman standing on the veranda was talking frantically into her phone, glancing back at them every so often.

Grimmjow had no idea who she was calling but in the pit of his stomach he knew this wasn't going to end well.

Ichigo blinked, his head throbbing. Opening his eyes slowly, Ichigo looked around, trying to focus on his surroundings. He was in a large red bricked room, with 2 large black arched windows to the right. Squinting he rolled to the left, hands running over black silk sheets. He sat up, running a hand through his hair. He had been sleeping on the largest fucking bed he had ever seen in his life. What was this size even called? And he'd never seen so many pillows. The pillows were black and blue, arranged in an artistic manner. He hadn't even had a pillow for months and now there had to be at least fifteen splayed around him. Yup, this was definitely not his apartment.

Swinging his legs out of bed he looked across the room at the large mirror placed between two doorways. He'd looked better he thought, as he ran a hand over his face. His hair was sticking up in every direction his cheek showed the tell tale signs of sheet creases. His eyes shot to his crotch. He was wearing blue boxers. What the fuck? Someone had changed him?

Standing he tripped over the open draw of a mahogany bedside table. Looking down into the drawer he saw his clothes folded neatly in a small pile. Four shirts, two pair of jeans (one being cut the night previously) and his jacket were nestled in the expensive wood. Grabbing a pair of jeans he shimmied his way into the skin tight material, walking to the entry on the left. Flicking on a light he examined the large bathroom, pristine white tiles with black grout flanked the walls a large white floating bench in the corner to the left. A large double shower and spa was also nestled comfortably into the large room. Fuck, Ichigo whistled, this place was niiiiiccee. Where the fuck was he?

He walked to the bedroom again, trying to recall what had happened. He gazed down at the blue and black pillows, sighing as his amnesia ebbed away.

Grimmjow… The fucktard had knocked him out. He could only assume this was his bedroom, going on the fact everything seemed to reflect his favourite colours.

Sighing, he looked into the entry way on the right side of the mirror and was astonished at the rows of suits, shoes, ties and shirts that lined the walls. This fucker had more clothes than most supermarkets he knew. He looked back at his tiny pile of clothes in the drawer and back at the multitude of clothes in Grimmjow's cupboard. They had clearly led completely different lives, making Ichigo grimace at the memories. Grabbing a shirt he sauntered toward the black door opposite the bed. Running a hand along the black floating shelves that held a variety of books and surprisingly a small collection of manga. Nerd.

Opening the door he looked at the large open plan living area. No one seemed to be around, thank god! The loft continued with the same industrial feel as the bedroom, arched windows flanking the right wall, showing a view that could easily cost a few million to acquire. The kitchen was large and modern, same as the lounge. The T.V was fucking massive but by this time, big seemed to be the only thing Grimmjow knew.

He strode toward the large oak doors, which he assumed were the front door. Opening the door he slipped out and quickly, yet quietly shut it behind him. Grinning he turned to meet cold steel eyes.

Gasping he fell against the door, dropping his shirt.

"Excuse me Sir, do you require anything?" Asked a man with wavy dark hair.

"Ahhh, not really, excuse me," Ichigo pushed past the man, only to be stopped by a hand on his chest.

"I have been ordered to make sure you do not leave the apartment sir. If you require anything allow me to retrieve it for you," Tensa smiled at Ichigo.

"Who the fuck are you?" Ichigo was in some weird shit.

"I am Tensa, I am here to make sure you are more than comfortable. If you are looking for Mr. Jeagerjaques he will be back in about an hour, he had to finalise some loose ends at work," Tensa walked past Ichigo and opened the door, subtly telling the man to return to the apartment.

Rolling his eyes he started to walk away when he was suddenly air born.

Tensa had grabbed Ichigo's arm, twisted and flung the man over his shoulder and through the door way in a matter of seconds. Straightening his suit jacket he closed the door, locking it from the outside. Grimmjow had been correct, when he had told him he was a little shit. Cracking his neck he resumed his stance against the door frame.

Ichigo cried out as he hit the floor with a thud. Leaving this luxurious apartment was obviously going to be harder than he had originally anticipated. And who the fuck was that guy? It made him wonder just what Grimmjow actually did for a living, to have such a huge apartment with a complementary dick guarding the door.

Sitting on the floor, shirt forgotten on the other side of door, he looked around. He had definitely spent time in worse places.

His eyes bulged as they landed on a glass cabinet in the kitchen. Scuttling to his feet he laughed as he realised the apartment was loaded with alcohol, and not just any alcohol, expensive shit! He had only ever heard about this golden liquid from Shiro.

Grabbing a bottle of scotch from the cabinet, he unscrewed the lid and inhaled deeply. Definitely A grade shit, Ichigo almost giggled with delight as he took a swig. The familiar burn of alcohol ran down his throat, warming his empty stomach.

Liquid dinner was the best dinner. Smiling he walked to the couch and turned on the T.V.

Grimmjow nodded to Tensa as he opened the door to his apartment. He had had trouble sorting out some financial dealings with a client of his and had needed the time to… Deal with him. He sighed, his day had been woven with shit from both his home and work, and all he needed now was to deal with Ichigo, which of course was not going to end well.

Pulling off his suit jacket and throwing it on the couch he looked around. It was obvious Ichigo was awake. His books that had been on the coffee table were strewn across the floor, the T.V was blaring loudly and one of his potted ferns had been turned upside down. He walked over to the plant and looked down… was that a fucking dirt castle?

He heard rather than saw Ichigo launch himself at Grimmjow, clutching his back. Surprised Grimmjow shot to attention, Ichigo sliding to the floor at his feet. He could smell the alcohol emitting from Ichigo's manic cackling.

"Grimmy-poo, ya got 'ome gooood shit," Ichigo slurred pointing to the bottle in his hands.

"Fuck!" Grimmjow snatched the bottle away from the intoxicated man that lay at his feet. He had drunk his limited edition, one hundred year old scotch that he had received from a client in Italy. The douche bag had drunk nearly every last drop. No wonder he was off his face.

"Man I 'aint seen yo' in fuckin years! Wha' tha fuck do ya want with me? I'm a piece o' shit and yo got everythin, so what the fuck man?" Ichigo rolled onto his stomach, watching as the world slowly caught up with his eyes.

"Who gives a shit! You're so pissed right now, you wouldn't remember anyway!" Bending down Grimmjow helped Ichigo to his feet, the muscular feel of Ichigo's bare arm, sending shivers down his spine.

Ichigo shoved Grimmjow away, falling backwards over the couch laughing.

A hand full, that's what Ichigo was, a fucking hand full. After the day he had, had he just wanted to go to bed and watch some T.V. Running a hand through his electric blue hair he closed his eyes, calming himself.

A low groaning sound snapped Grimmjow from his thoughts. Gazing down at the man he watched as Ichigo began running his hands down his body.

Was Ichigo sent by some supreme being to test his will power? He certainly hoped not, because if he got his way this was not going to end too well. Especially when Ichigo's dead eyes were now fiery and heavy lidded.

Ichigo bit his bottom lip running his hands over his body, rubbing the front of his jeans seductively, "I'm horny as fuuuck!"

Grimmjow's knees practically buckled at the sight. Calling to him like a siren, Ichigo's low voice was intoxicating him. He bit his fist ferociously. He would not touch the man. No touching, none… If he had been in his right mind he would have hurled Ichigo into a cold shower right then and there but he was enjoying the show.

Grimmjow watched intensely as Ichigo unbuttoned his pants and rolled over, slowly revealing his milky cheeks to Grimmjow. "Do me, do me gooooood and harrrrd."

Grimmjow's cock twitched. Yep, he would be a wonder at phone sex. Grimmjow watched as Ichigo pulled his jeans down further, inviting him in. It was obvious to Grimmjow now that Ichigo had riffled in both the world of men and women, which had him intrigued and angered at the same time. He had wanted to be the first one to touch Ichigo.

Grimmjow was shocked back to reality when he noticed the scars that decorate Ichigo's wrist. Curiosity turned to anger as he dragged Ichigo into a sitting position, "Who did this?" he whispered furiously. Deep down he had known, but didn't want to consider the fact that his Ichi had tried to leave him.

A/N: Hello again my lovelies! Thank you to the people who reviewed my work. Yes I know it isn't much to go on but thank you for commenting anyway, it is always nice to learn some one is interested in my crazy fantasies *cough cough* I mean stories. :3

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