The wind was picking up, stinging the skin as Ichigo and Grimmjow waited by the bus stop.

"I could drive you home you know," Grimmjow told him as he kicked at the pavement.

Ichigo stared up into the inky night sky, blinking as a light rain began. "It's okay; I'm going the opposite of where you're going."

"You don't even fuckin' know where I'm going."

"But wherever it is, it's opposite."

"You could have just fuckin' said no," he muttered, sparing a glare in the direction of the neon haired teen.

Ichigo laughed, burying himself further into the collar of his coat, just enjoying listening to the passing traffic.

"I didn't know you were in a band…"

"Been in one since I was fifteen."

"Going far?"

"Far enough."

"You're nowhere near as talkative as you once were, you know that?"

Another laugh, brown orbs shooting over to him before a smirk settled into place. "Nothing to talk about, that's why."

"… Where are you staying now?"

A shrug. "Guess I'll have to stay at Toshiro's place."

"Toshiro?"

"A friend of mine."

"Don't have your own place?"

"Me and Rukia… we moved in together to her place. Once we broke up I said I'd move out. Problem is I don't really know where to go. All the guys in my band have their own places and don't have the room. I can't stay at Orihime's 'cause that Ulquirar… Uquia?" Head tipped to the side, Ichigo frowned. "Ulquirer?"

Grimmjow laughed. "It's Ulquiorra, Ulquiorra," he repeated.

Ichigo's lip curled in frustration. "He has a stupid name. Anyway, the Ulquiarra guy is there."

Not bothering to correct him, Grimmjow just nodded.

"So, I thought of Toshiro but…"

"But…?"

Ichigo shrugged a little, red flashing across his cheeks and he turned his head to stare down the quiet street. "He… um… likes me."

Grimmjow couldn't help the laughter that burst forth, causing him to spit as he attempted to lock his lips in place to stop it coming free. "And what's wrong with that?"

"He's pushy," Ichigo muttered, eyes directed to his red basketball shoes.

The kid looked cute when he acted all nervous and shit, blushing like a kid and unknowingly, the fondness he had felt for the child once again resurfaced causing the words, "How about you stay at my place?" to tumble from his lips.

Ichigo stared up at the man as if he had just told him he was fucking his dad, mouth gaping a little.

"What?" Grimmjow snapped, finding the look irritating. "What the fuck is so surprising? We're friends aren't we?"

At the word, 'friends,' Ichigo became even more confused, eyebrows furrowing as he dipped his head to think.

"Come on berry, it's not that hard. You stay at my place till you find your own and pay me board and all that shit."

He stared back up at the man, brown eyes apprehensive. "Are you sure?"

Grimmjow snorted, beginning to walk back to his car. "No, but you may as well fuckin' come anyway."

XXX

Ichigo shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, rubbing his arm as he glanced around at the spacious town house.

They had arrived at the two bedroom, red brick house in Grimmjow's sports car, some exotic sounding one, navy blue with white leather.

"It's boring," Ichigo told him as he watched Grimmjow strip off his jacket, showing the dark green button up shirt he had been wearing.

"What is?" Grimmjow asked, walking to the kitchen.

"Your house. It doesn't seem like you."

"Oh? And of course, you know me so well."

Ichigo scowled as he followed the man. Grimmjow hadn't changed much since he'd known him apart from getting a job as a defence lawyer of course. But looks wise, he was still the same-tall, strong and completely gorgeous.

Ichigo leaned against the red, stone top bench of the otherwise white kitchen, hands supporting him. "Why did you buy this place and not some flashy condo?"

Grimmjow handed him a glass of water, sipping some of his own. "Because this is closest to my work."

"So you're practical now?" Ichigo asked, amused, taking a tentative taste of the ice cold beverage.

"Have to be," he replied before placing his cup down, rolling up his sleeves and walking off again. "I'll show you you're room."

XXX

Ichigo sighed as he shifted on the soft mattress, mind replying all that had happened. He and Rukia were over, that much was clear but how on earth had he managed to end up with Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez? It was beyond him.

He hadn't thought of the man since he'd been dating Rukia, and that was when he was fifteen and definitely hadn't expected to meet the man that was practically sex on legs ever again.

It's only till I get my own place, he told himself, throwing his hand across his face. It's not as if I'll fall in love with him again.

No, he was still in love with Rukia. He knew because of the crushing weight on his heart, a crushing weight that even tears could not express. Her betrayal-or betrayals-the ones that their mutual friend Renji had told him about anyway, had cut him deeply. He had trusted her and she'd thrown it away and now he was left by himself with the pieces.

Turning on his side, he gave a silent curse before throwing off the blankets. He needed a shower to get his mind off of the whole thing.

Standing, he cautiously tiptoed to the upstairs bathroom. The two bedrooms, the study and one of the bathrooms were all on the upstairs floor and the laundry, kitchen, lounge-room and second bathroom were on the bottom floor. Grimmjow had given him a quick tour so he knew the general layout. Though how he was going to be able to find his way in the dark was a mystery even he had yet to find out.

His hand found the smooth wall of the hallway, fingertips barely touching as he crept along.

Despite his fear of getting lost, finding the bathroom was relatively easy and soon enough he had stripped himself of his clothes and stepped into the hot water, enjoying the scalding heat on his skin. He blinked in the darkness because he hadn't bothered to turn on the light and slid to the floor, hugging his shoulders, the knots in his body slowly melting away.

He absently scrubbed at his body, brown eyes staring into the droplets of water that trickled down the shower glass. He had just stood up, turning off the water when Grimmjow entered, flicking on the light even as he began unzipping his pants.

Grimmjow froze upon seeing the statue like Ichigo, half out of the shower. He was mesmerised by the sight. The steam rolled from the open door, silver drops slithered down tanned skin, orange hair dripping wet, brown orbs wide and confused, caramel lips parted in surprise.

"Gri-Grimmjow…" Ichigo stuttered out before finally coming to his senses. He blushed beet red, gathering up the towel he had left on the floor for his exit, pulling it around his waist before glaring at the blue haired man. "Bastard! Don't just stand there, get out!"

A fist shot out, aiming for Grimmjow's now smirking face.

Grimmjow took the first blow, taken by surprise but the next fist he grabbed, stepping forward to grab the other but slipping in the process, taking Ichigo with him when he fell.

They weren't the only things that fell. As they began to slip, the hand that held Ichigo's towel around his waist weakened, the cotton material fluttering away…

Grimmjow moaned, his head moving a from side to side as he tried to ignore the throbbing in his head.

Ichigo was tangled around him, legs trapped under him, arms clinging around his head.

The dripping of the shower was the only sound that broke through the deathly silence. Abruptly Ichigo shot up, moving to scramble away.

"I-Get off of me!" he cried.

Grimmjow had other ideas and grabbed the long arms, rolling them over so he was hovering above the embarrassed man.

Ichigo gasped, both hands on Grimmjow's arm as he tried to steady himself. "Wh-what the hell are you doing?"

He tried to wriggle free but Grimmjow lowered his weight onto him, pinning his hands above the coppery head. He had no idea what he was doing either, letting instinct guide him. The hand that wasn't holding down Ichigo's lightly feathered across Ichigo's cheek before lowering down to meet his lips.

The moment he touched lips, a passion unlike he had ever experienced flooded through him, heat searing his lips, travelling throughout his system. He kissed him again, forcing Ichigo's mouth open, allowing his tongue to snake in, tasting him.

Grimmjow took his lips away from Ichigo's, breathing in fresh citrus scent of the body wash he had used and the smell that was so extremely Ichigo. He couldn't put his finger on the scent-though he guessed it was somewhat musk like-sweet and a little heady. Long tongue trailed hot lines from the swollen lips to red ears, shooting out to flick the skin there. The whole situation was extremely sensual.

Ichigo shivered, his face set into a scowl of determination as he fought the sensations, arching his back a little, hoping to get away.

Grimmjow grinned against the boy as he bit into his neck gently, hand clasping onto the hot hip as he ground against him.

"Get off me!" Ichigo managed to choke out, straining to not moan. "I-I don't-ah…" he gave a small gasp, eyes falling back as he Grimmjow licked a nipple, reaching in further to suck it. Then he bucked harshly, knocking his shoulder into Grimmjow's face.

Growling, Grimmjow bent to his neck again, biting harder at the skin there. "Stop wiggling."

"Don't…" another gasp. "Get the hell off me Jaegerjaquez." Ichigo rocked back and forth, trying to get rid of Grimmjow, legs battling to push him off, kneeing him in the process, but Grimmjow just wrapped his legs around Ichigo's, keeping him trapped.

Breathing was becoming difficult and Ichigo could feel himself getting light headed. Ichigo had kissed someone before of course, but because of his surprise, his mind had momentarily short circuited, disabling his breathing function. He growled into the kiss, attempting to convey his anger through the sound. When that didn't work he bit down onto Grimmjow's lips.

He hissed in surprise, pulling back to glare at the ginger. Ichigo took the momentary shift of weight, rocking to his side before rolling over onto Grimmjow, panting with the movement and from the kiss.

There was a pause as Ichigo tried to catch his breath and Grimmjow took the lapse eagerly, grasping Ichigo's semi-hard member in his hand. His finger rubbed over the slit, grinning wildly when Ichigo shuddered in surprise, eyes widening as his knees went weak.

"Let-ah…" Ichigo ground his teeth, fighting to gain movement in any part of his limbs.

Grimmjow's finger slid up the length before his hand clasped it once again, pumping it quickly.

Ichigo's head fell to Grimmjow's shoulder as his body shook, his hands grasping onto Grimmjow's arms harshly. "I-" Another shudder rocked his body but Ichigo was not going to let it go any further. Sitting up as quickly as he could, he brought his leg up, bringing the foot down onto Grimmjow's face.

Grimmjow let go abruptly, cursing as his hands flew to his face.

Ichigo was up and over him in a minute, sprinting through the open door with the towel secured around his waist.