Title- Fair Game.

Summary- COLLAB WITH SLEEP-SILENT! Collage life is never just about the grades. Grimmjow frequently finds something else on his mind, or someone else. But Ichigo's already taken? Pfft- since when has a little competition stopped him?

A/N- This is an equal collaboration between sleep-silent and i, although a lot has changed since we first started it. This chapter, and the next were mostly put together months ago and have been gathering dust since as we tried to work out what we were doing with this. Our lives have been consumed by alternate passions recently, and i wont be continuing this beyond the 3 chapters that im putting together now. Please read and enjoy them though :)

That's it. I can't stand him.

I should have known what kind of person he was right away. Shirt off, massive flirt, won't take no for an answer. He's just some cocky bastard who thinks he's above everyone.

Fuck you, Shirosaki. You're not.

How did he even land someone like Ichigo? And why did Ichigo himself oblige?

I must be missing something. There's just no way.

I clenched my fists and squeezed my eyes shut, then pushed my feet forward; I reminded myself to breathe and not let Shirosaki and his tactics get to me.

Slowly but surely—yet not completely, I felt the heat lift from my brain. I looked around; I was outside. I think I was lost, but kept walking anyway.

Dusk covered the earth in front of me; it was slowly deepening, edging closer toward a purple sky. Suddenly, the sidewalk I stomped down was lit. One by one, light posts came alive—making their way down the sidewalk in front of me and all around the quadrant.

I spotted a sort of park: tables and vending machines littering the area. I stopped at one and bought a soda, then slouched at one of the tables. I sulked and sipped; stalling until I was sure Ichigo would be gone.

I didn't want to see any more of their foreplay. It was… indecent. It pissed me off, seeing Ichigo like that. I mean, no more than two or three hours prior I was just learning his name; that face of his pulled upright into a tidy smile, eyes relaxed and normal tint in his cheeks.

Then it turned into something lustful that I wasn't prepared to see. When that happened, I was sent over the edge in fury.

But, I don't really know why THAT was what drew the line for me. You would think it was something Shirosaki said that provoked a storm in me.

But enough of that, it's making me angry again.

I took a deep breath, then crushed my empty can and threw it into the recycling bin—mentally patting myself on the back for making it into the designated slot. In response, some girls I didn't know were present applauded. My ego inflated and a smile sprouted on my face.

I supposed I could head back now, assuming I could find my way there.

As I walked, I saw a few people strolling around meaninglessly. I had yet to see any administration. I checked the time, seven forty. Lingering professors were probably still caged in their classes, doing whatever it is they do.

Actually, never mind. I did see one teacher. Well, at least, I think he was a teacher. His appearance put me off; I guess it was just a bit implausible. Said professor was flirting with what looked like a male student; they were alone, standing under a flickering lamppost. I shuddered when I heard a bit of their conversation. No more than five words and I'd learned way more than I wanted to.

I guess that kid wanted a better grade.

I jammed my hands in my jean pockets and quickened my footing. The sky felt like it was racing me to the dorm; the tail end of the orange sky was just ahead of me. Luckily, I found the dorm on my first try.

Scratch that; I wish I hadn't. I could tell Ichigo was still there. It was obvious.

My jaw dropped to the noises I heard.

Whatever kind of lovemaking they were going at, it was intense—put modestly.

For a split second, I thought hard about barging in and cutting the party short so I could sleep. But at the same time, I wasn't so sure I wanted to sleep in there anymore.

A long, exasperated moan shot through the wall, calling Shiro's name.

Then another moan, still by Ichigo.

A third one.

As they reverberated, not only did they grow more intense, but I found that my feet became more reluctant to want to quit that place.

Another moan; well, more like a scream this time. It had me questioning if that was really Ichigo in there and whether or not he was actually okay.

Images filtered through my mind, putting my eyes in a daze and making my pants feel tighter. I thought about what Ichigo was doing at the moment. What position he was in, how his face looked. I wondered where he liked it and how hard he breathed—all the beads of sweat following gravity and the way his moist skin might slide under my probing hands.

Okay, never mind. I'm getting carried away; this probably isn't a good place to think about all that. In the hall and all.

Technically, I should at least be in the lounge waiting for this to pass, if only I knew where that was. But, I gave into my perversions instead, sliding my back down the wall until I sat on the carpeted floor. Tipping my head back, I blocked out Shiro and focused on Ichigo's vocals, falling asleep to his muffled voice.

I dreamt about him.

Explicitly.

It was good.

I had no idea what time it was. All I knew was that it was deep into the night.

And there I was, stumbling out of Shiro's room, not minding my volume as the door almost slammed.

My body felt as heavy as an anchor.

Yet, it felt as light as a feather.

Is that possible?

Probably not. But anyway.

Shiro was insatiable.

It was all right for him to have intense sex whenever he felt like it, but I still had a dorm to find and belongings to unpack.

He just didn't take no for an answer.

And now he was sleeping soundly collapsed on his bed, without so much as a goodnight kiss.

Yeah, life was just dandy for him, but I was the one who paid the price. I felt like I'd been hit by a truck all over, and don't even get me started on the ache in my ass…

I startled as a groan filled the empty hallway, and I stopped myself from stumbling over a dishevelled Grimmjow.

He rubbed his eyes and blinked lazily at me as he stood up, and I was ashamed to admit I'd forgotten about him.

The poor guy, had he been sleeping out here in the hall all this time? Had he heard us?-!

The thought set my heart ahead in time, and crimson tickled my cheeks. I hoped like hell he hadn't heard…

"Oh, uh, hi." I mumbled dumbly, for some reason my tongue was tripping over words. I needed to say something, but my mind was drawing a blank. "Sorry, I didn't know you were there…" I apologised, then felt like hitting myself. Why was that the smartest thing I could come up with?

Not clever, Ichigo. Not clever at all.

"How long have you been there?" I asked, before his weary eyes locked onto mine. I could tell he was just waking up; he probably hadn't even registered my first statement. But the way his darkened eyes raked my body made me shiver. I knew he had heard everything.

"Long enough." He grunted, annoyed.

I didn't blame him.

"You didn't, uh, hear anything, um…" I whispered, the thought of the confirmation I hunted for scaring me. "Did you?"

He stared at me a long time, and I slowly melted beneath his heavy gaze.

Of course he'd heard! He knew everything. Why did I bother asking when it was only going to make things awkward? I was such an idiot.

"Nah, not too much." He answered, shoving his fists in his pockets and tearing his head to the side. I felt like a burden had been lifted from my shoulders.

Maybe he hadn't heard everything. Maybe the humiliating intimates' of my sex life with Shiro could be swept under the rug a bit longer.

I sighed, feeling my muscles slowly unwind. Of course, I was over-thinking, as usual. If he had heard, there would definitely be more disgust in his gaze. He wouldn't be able to meet my eyes like he was.

"Okay. Sorry about… everything. There's a bed in there for you." I attempted a strained smile as I moved down the hallway to begin my search for my own room.

He fell into step beside me, and shrugged at my surprised, curious stare. "You look dead on your feet. I can't have you collapsing before you make it somewhere safe." He explained.

"Why would the dorms not be 'safe'?" I asked, incredulous. Was he just being nice? Acting the gentlemen and walking me home? The concept was completely foreign to me.

"Saw some creepy guy lurking about earlier." He shrugged, his eyes scanning the surroundings as we turned a corner. I furrowed my brow, unsure if he was just making excuses or being serious. Yet I played along anyway.

"It was probably just a professor; they can look pretty creepy sometimes." I poked.

"Yeah, because professors always lead kid's into dark alleys." He chuckled dryly.

The conversation died off abruptly. I thought if he really had seen such a thing, he should be contacting some authority. But I was too tired to argue.

I pulled out a map at the next corner, and together we endeavoured to decipher it, trying to decide which direction would lead to room fifteen, from room six.

Eventually, with little to no help from the uselessly complicated floor designs, we agreed that it was probably on the second floor.

The dorms were pretty neat, really. Twenty rooms in all, two floors with a bathroom on each, and a lounge room and kitchen on the ground level.

The entire campus was pretty neat, really. I hadn't seen much of it yet, but it covered a large area; open spaces and an abundance of vegetation filled the sections between buildings. Lots of shade thanks to deep-rooted trees, and pretty gardens made the short walks between the buildings pleasant.

I didn't know how many dorms there were like this one, but since the university was situated in the outskirts of the city, many more students attended than could be housed in the dorms.

"So, you and Shirosaki are, uh… Together." Grimmjow spoke up suddenly, the words falling like acid from his tongue. I blushed at the topic of conversation he'd chosen.

"Yeah." I said, just as awkwardly as he'd asked.

"How long?" Unfortunately, his probing didn't die there.

"Since we were seventeen. But we were together a long time before it became official and everything. It's hard to explain." I sighed.

"And you don't think there's something… suspicious about him?" He flinched at my burning glare. "Like, something suspicious about his actions lately?"

"How would you know anything about his 'actions lately'? You only met him today." I growled. "I don't like people who judge a book by their cover."

"I ain't judging." He held up his hands at my accusing tone. "I just think it's fucked that you've been together so long, and still don't know what he's like behind your back."

The words were like a dagger to the heart. I stumbled comically, before turning on him like a tornado. "Who do you think you are?-! I know Shiro better than anyone. If anything was up, I'd be the first to know. I don't appreciate you waltzing in and trying to break us up!" I fumed. Somehow, the abrupt rise in tension had startled Grimmjow into silence.

He stared down at me with… pity? It only sent me deeper into rage.

"I know Shiro's a bit different, and hard to get along with. But that doesn't give you the right to sabotage us. You only just met him! When you get to know him better he's not that bad. At least give a guy a chance before you decide to make his life miserable. He hasn't done anything to wrong you, so why so quick to trash talk him? I hate people who talk shit. I hate people who judge. And I hate people who try to drag others down for their own gain." I aggressively poked my forefinger into his chest as I made my point, burning with fury.

Grimmjow quickly grew sick of being harassed. A snarl split his lips as he swatted my hand away, pinning it to the wall as he backed me up. "Calm down!" He growled, "I don't have anything against the guy. I didn't even say anything so bad that you should blow up like this."

I narrowed my eyes into a sharp glare, pushing against his larger frame as his ice-cold eyes scalded me. "Look, kid. I'm sorry that you don't know this already but your boyfriends a dick. He's an unfaithful. I don't have to be his best friend for years to know that. As soon as I walked into that room he was all over me like a fuckin' dog in heat!"

I couldn't take anymore. My ears rang. My body hurt. And my heart crackled and blistered under his arctic assault. I didn't want to hear anymore of this bullshit. Because that's all it was and all it ever would be; bullshit.

My unrestrained fist connected with his jaw; the smack echoing through the hallway, bouncing off the walls as he stumbled off me.

His frosted eyes burnt with fury, pearly teeth clenched as he held his jaw, glaring at me from beneath messy sky-blue locks.

I quickly gathered my things and hurried off, not braving another look at his deep, knowing eyes. I could feel them stuck to my back like glue.

Before I could leave his sight, I heard him mutter one last thing. "I only told you 'cause I think you deserve better…" he growled.

I ran faster.

Three stairs at a time before I stormed the hallways of the top floor in a blind fury before I finally found my room.

I was panting as I rapt on the door, fists trembling around my bags.

I'd previously thought Shiro was lucky to have a roommate like Grimmjow. I thought it would be nice to have a kind, handsome roomy.

But now I dearly hoped not.

I couldn't deal with another meddling asshole.

When the door didn't open I assumed there was no one inside, so I pulled out my key and twisted it fiercely around in the lock until it clicked open.

I shoved it ajar with my shoulder, taking in the dull glow of a light in the corner, and the dark figure slumped over it.

The door slammed behind me as I threw my bags on the floor, turning to face the other man I'd be living with from now on.

"Hi. I'm Ichigo." I snapped, very unenthusiastically. I'd had a big day, and I wasn't really in the mood for meet and greet.

Therefore, it didn't really enrage me, more than a slight, insulted irritation when he didn't reply beyond a flicker of large emerald eyes.

He hunched his shoulders more under my glare, as if trying to shield himself from me, turning his wide eyes back to his glowing computer screen.

"Nice to meet you too." I grunted, before collapsing face first on my bed, and immediately surrendering myself to a fitful sleep.

It was rude of this guy to ignore my knocking, and then ignore me in person too, but at the moment I couldn't care less.

At least he wasn't sticking his nose where it didn't belong and fucking shit up.