The deck of cards slapped against the floor. Ichigo was not a master of the cards but he didn't expect Renji to be too hot either. He would have never bet Renji his entire melon bread if he knew Renji did this sort of thing on the weekends. That information shouldn't have surprised him, the shinigami was a regular at the Seireitei's bars and it was commonplace to play various card games.

Renji laughed and ripped open the package containing Ichigo's melon bread. "Yer not real bright, Ich," the shinigami said around a mouthful of bread. He waved the rest of the bread in front of Ichigo. He continued his teasing until Ichigo snapped and knocked the food out of his hand.

"Oi!" Renji pursed his bottom lip and quickly snatched the melon bread back.

"It was mine, you asshole!" Ichigo's eyes locked onto the sugary snack. His eyebrows twitched and his lips pulled into a frown. Grabbing the bread would've been easy enough but completely went against the bet. In fact, Ichigo knew he would've happily teased Renji if he had won.

"Fair's fair. Ya didn't put your heart in the cards, my friend." Renji's eyebrows wiggled as his finger tapped over the top of the deck. He moved from the floor to Ichigo's bed, plopping his butt on the edge, pressing one of his hands on the mattress behind him.

"You're more than welcome to leave," the teen scoffed. He stood up and dusted off the back of his jeans. Ichigo pulled out his swivel chair from his desk and took a seat. His leg loosely crossed over the other.

"But I didn't tell ya the shit story that's my life." Renji leaned closer to Ichigo, elbows digging into his knees to prop his chin on his hand as if he were telling Ichigo some sacred truth. One of his hands even cupped the side of his mouth to cover it from absolutely no one.

Ichigo blinked, nodding his head a little to get Renji to continue. The shinigami began to explain the argument between him and Hisagi.

The affections Renji had for his taicho weren't a secret to anyone who knew the guy, albeit to Byakuya himself. Or maybe the ceaselessly stoic taicho was faking innocence to maintain the sanctity of their taicho-fukutaicho relationship.

After the details were spilled, Ichigo rubbed his chin, thinking it over. There were so many things he could tell Renji. Was the guy positive Hisagi wasn't his boyfriend? It sounded so. Ichigo sighed and scooted the chair closer to Renji. His eyes locked with Renji's— a little fire was burning behind his amber irises.

"Two words, man, two words. Listen carefully," Ichigo cleared his throat loudly. "Angry. Sex."

Renji's jaw dropped like a fish out of water. He swiftly smacked the side of Ichigo's head— to Ichigo's approval. It was hard for Ichigo not to smack himself while he laughed loudly. Renji needed to lighten up anyway. There was no use crying over spilt milk. Renji knew Hisagi was right and there was nothing more to it.

"I'd be lucky if I'm able to touch him ever again," Renji said as he wrapped his arm around Ichigo's neck, digging his knuckles into an orange hair-covered scalp.

Ichigo pulled at the strong arm, trying to free from the noogie. He fell off the chair and landed on Renji's lap, head clasped to a hard torso and ass up in the air. His legs thrashed, grunting lowly, attempting to kick off Renji. "Let g-go, asshole," he harshly snarled as his air circulation was being cut. The shinigami's chest rose and fell with each laugh as he pressed Ichigo into the mattress.

Body squirming underneath the hold, Renji finally loosened his arm around Ichigo's neck. He smirked wildly and planted a hard smack on Ichigo's butt. The teen's eyes snapped wide open and scurried away when given the release. "The fuck are you doing?!" He glared at Renji from over his shoulder, breathing heavily as his heart pounded against his ribcage.

Renji shrugged a little. His arms rose over his head before throwing his back against the mattress, bed springs jumping underneath the abrupt force. Renji's gaze glued onto the ceiling. Ichigo stared at the man with confused eyes, wondering what the hell was going on.

"Got a'lil carried away."

"A little?" Ichigo asked with an incredulous tone.

"A lot, but really, Ichigo- what should I do?" Renji's eyebrows furrowed. "I need help, it hurts tryna think about it."

Ichigo snorted lightly. The shinigami wasn't born with a brain, that's why it hurt. "How about you confess to your taicho after you end it with Hisagi? It's no secret you're only going to him for sex. And he's clearly telling you he has feelings for your sorry ass." Ichigo rested beside Renji. He closed his eyes and continued. "So, before he falls deeper, pull him out now. If you're gonna be fair to someone, it might as well be Hisagi."

After a couple seconds of silence, Ichigo figured Renji wasn't going to respond. He didn't blame the shinigami. It was a shitty situation to be in but Renji wasn't innocent. He had created it along with Hisagi. They just had to face the music.

"Ya think he likes me?" Renji muttered, his hand lied over his mouth to muffle the words but Ichigo heard them loud and clear.

"Personally, I couldn't tell you, but it's worth a shot." Ichigo nodded. Byakuya was far from easy to read. Ichigo couldn't imagine the man expressing any form of emotion but who knows. Maybe Renji had some chance in hell. Ichigo couldn't, and wouldn't, say either way. He sat up and looked down at Renji. "What do you have to lose? If he doesn't, you can secretly laugh at him while he squirms nervously around you."

"Byakuya squirming? Love to see that." Renji uncovered his mouth to reveal a proud grin, teeth gleaming.

"But not in the way you're thinking, unless he likes you. Then who knows…" Ichigo's lips straightened into a narrow line. He blinked. "I can't picture him in bed. I can't. It'd be like sleeping with a brick."

"A sexy brick."

Ichigo laughed and Renji joined. The rest of the night was spent fighting over the last pieces of melon bread and talking about other random things. Renji gave his goodbyes and flew out of Ichigo's window to return to the Seireitei.

Leaving the bed, Ichigo began to strip out of his clothing. His clothes were discarded into a heap on his chair. He would throw them in the wash later. Then amber orbs drifted to closet doors, a soft sigh passing his lips. It was strange without Rukia around, not that he would tell her but he sort of missed the petite woman. She would surely be ordering him to clean his room if she had been there. The teen wondered when she would be freed from noble duties. Not that she would have much say in those duties…

His body froze when sharp knocks struck his door.

"Ichigooooo! My beautiful son, I have come to wish you a goodnight!"

He let out a sigh of relief.

"Yeah, night, old man," he called back.

"Sleep tight and don't let those bed bugs bite your delicate skin. It can cause rashes!"

Ichigo cringed. He waited for the sound of noisy footsteps leading further down the hall. At least his dad hadn't kicked down his door and demanded to search for rashes. He wouldn't put it past Isshin.

Returning to the comfort of his bed, Ichigo slid under the covers. The world became fuzzy, eyelids fluttering to close as he slowly slipped into the sweet embrace of sleep.

x x x

His head whirled— mind felt like it was floating in a pool of jelly. He tried to swallow but his mouth was dry. A stir in his nether regions caused his eyes to quickly blink in rapid successions. His room was still dark and moonlight was the only source of illumination.

His body arched, although Ichigo had no idea why, and a moan escaped his lips.

Turning his heavy eyes to look between his legs, he saw a massive lump underneath his covers. Ichigo bit his bottom lip to cease the moans, a wet slippery object slithered its way to lap at his balls. How strange. He was too sleep-drunk to comprehend the situation at hand.

A shaky hand tugged at the blanket, scooting the offending material aside. His eyes met with dark cerulean ones. He shivered and watched Grimmjow lick the pre-cum from the slit of his cock head.

Assessing the situation to the best of his abilities, Ichigo was completely naked. He had no recollection as to how but his legs were splayed apart to give complete access to his hard manhood. Grimmjow was hunched over, pretty lips wrapped around the tip and sucking hard. His hand gripped the base and squeezed it to the rhythm of Ichigo's heartbeat. Fuck. It felt good.

Grimmjow was creating a sex fiend out of Ichigo. His breath hitched, choking back a whimper as the espada swallowed him and began to bob his head. Electric sparks of pleasure ignited his body and he watched, through heavy eyelashes, his cock dive further into Grimmjow's mouth.

A low keen noise rose from his lungs and Ichigo pushed the espada's forehead to stifle his movements. He slowly, and a bit reluctantly, shook his head, cheeks flush and eyes closed shut not wanting to meet with Grimmjow's intense gaze.

"Kurosaki…" Grimmjow purred. "Don't do this, not tonight."

His finger flicked the dripping head causing Ichigo to shudder in some weird mix of humiliation and arousal.

"I'll a-always do this," he promised. It was a promise. Ichigo gave the beast too many reactions he loved, so, to keep some sanity, Ichigo would continue to struggle. Yes, his body would betray him during but as long as he refused in the beginning… Somehow, it eased Ichigo a little, a little was enough.

Grimmjow shrugged. He sat up between two spread thighs, white jacket dropping to the mattress. The edges of his muscles shadowed underneath the moonlight, hole in the center of his abdomen dark and void. Strong hands landed on his thighs, squeezing and dragging sharp nails down the slightly pale skin. Ichigo squirmed, averting Grimmjow's eyes and biting his bottom lip.

The espada unfolded his hakama, cloth sliding to the bed next to his discarded jacket. His hand swept over Ichigo's length to ghost over his abdomen.

"Yer life's ruined, might as well enjoy what ya can."

Ichigo sighed heavily. He could feel the bracelet weighing down his arm. He would get the damn thing off— no questions there. It was only a matter of time.

"What I can?" He asked, voice amused. "So you?"

"Maybe I'm the devil now, but sooner or later I'll be the savior."

"Funny," Ichigo muttered. His length had gone soft but he knew Grimmjow would have no problem remedying that. He raised his legs, thighs against his torso and hands underneath his bent knees. "Go ahead…" he said. No point in resisting the inevitable. "Take it."

The espada didn't even need two seconds before his mouth kissed his opening. His tongue did one, two, three swipes over the pucker and then pushed inside of the tight muscle. Ichigo felt the wetness squirm inside of him, digging deeper. It was such a foreign feeling and kind of gross if he really thought about it.

Ichigo tensed when Grimmjow added in a finger alongside his tongue. His hole was stretched further, his breathing became more ragged and abdomen clenched tightly. When the tongue was removed and replaced with two more digits, Ichigo nearly cried out but instead bucked his hips and shoved his fist into his mouth.

Grimmjow growled as he penetrated Ichigo deeper. "Sick of the family thing, gonna have to fuck ya somewhere where ya can scream next time." Ichigo answered with a shudder. He closed his eyes and gripped the sheets with his freehand. His length began to swell once more.

With a quick pull, Ichigo's opening was left to spasm from the sensation of being so empty. "No worryin', I'll give ya what ya want," the espada smirked and, with no warning, Ichigo was being stretched and filled with a hot throbbing length. Ichigo bit down hard into his knuckles and unconsciously arched to slide the length in further.

"Fuck, so tight."

Grimmjow was fully sheathed inside, balls deep and oh-so-snug. He placed his hands underneath Ichigo's knees to keep them pressed against the teen. His body lurched forward, bed groaning lowly underneath them as his cock assaulted Ichigo deeper.

Ichigo initiated the first move, lewdly rolling his hips. He didn't want to speak so his body would do all of the talking.

"Tell me."

"Ah-"

Ichigo met with cerulean eyes darkened with lust. He moved his hand from his mouth to the espada's shoulder, gripping the hard muscle.

"Tell me what ya want."

His cheeks flared with embarrassment, vision fuzzy with arousal and anger. His tongue licked over his lips to create moisture.

"Grimm-nngh –jow, I—"

"Say it again."

"Eh?"

The air from his lungs was stolen, a sharp thrust punctuating Grimmjow's request. Ichigo moaned lightly, urging the espada to continue. His length was perfectly curved to assault his prostate.

"Say it and I'll fuck ya."

How the hell is he so composed?

Bastard!

"Grimm-mmnjow," he moaned.

That's all it took— Grimmjow rocked his hips roughly and started a brutal pace. Ichigo tried to silence all of his moans and cries as fingers clawed into hard flesh and eyes slammed shut. His pleasure intensified with every strike to his prostate, making his body thrum wildly.

The rock-hard length gained speed and Grimmjow pounded straight onto his prostate, fucking him into the creaking bed and into oblivion. The espada was growling and grunting with every thrust. Those sounds were enough to drive Ichigo crazy.

Later he would deal with his mortification but, right now, he would enjoy his entire body being fucked to the very core.

Wet lips pressed on the nape of his neck, Grimmjow's teeth clamping down on his skin. He arched his back, neglected cock pushed into the void of the espada's torso. A strange tingly feeling enveloped his skin, prickling over the sensitive flesh, and with a low groan he came into the hollow hole. The feeling was just right.

Grimmjow's teeth seemed to sink deeper, Ichigo felt his shudder. He continued to fuck Ichigo, letting the teen ride out his orgasm. Ichigo rewarded him with a tight constriction around the base of his cock. Then, finally, the espada thrust sharply to coat Ichigo's insides with his hot seed.

Grimmjow slumped on top of him. Ichigo tried to catch his breath, placing a hand over his thrashing heart.

The redhead didn't stop himself from wrapping his other arm around Grimmjow. He would pretend this wasn't his enemy for a little while.

They both were laying, breathing loud and bodies drenched in a sheen layer of sweat. Ichigo slowly melted into the bed as his entire body fell into a sweet numbness.

"Felt weird," the espada broke the silence, voice heavy and husky.

"Hnn?"

"Yer cum in here." He gestured to his hollow hole.

"Good weird?"

"Good weird."

Ichigo chuckled. His fingers slipped down a shoulder blade to lightly trace the top of Grimmjow's hole. Some would call this affection but it wasn't… Not entirely. Ichigo was drunk with post-orgasmic bliss riddled with sleepiness. He would blame his actions on that.

The espada started to shift, unfortunately pulling off Ichigo. He began to gather his clothes.

"I'd take ya back with me, but I know ya won't go without a fight." Grimmjow snorted when Ichigo replied with a nod.

After Grimmjow left, Ichigo fleetingly raised his eyes to engrave his stare into the ceiling.

"Fuck my life."

x x x

A low groan rumbled out of his chest, the redhead turning over to shoo away the hand prodding at his back.

"Ichigo."

The redhead lifted his head from the pillow, blinking his eyes open. He instantly frowned. He turned back over to earn a shake of his shoulder. His father looked serious for a change but Ichigo was in no mood to be awakened from his much needed sleep. Everyone lay off.

"Don't wanna talk," he mumbled, voice thick with sleep. Ichigo didn't want to know what time it was. He wasn't sure when his ordeal with Grimmjow had ended but it was still night so he imagined not too long ago.

"Son," the man continued, "it's important."

"What is it?"

Isshin paused. His hand dropped from Ichigo's shoulder. Ichigo rolled back over to finally meet his father's eyes. Ichigo wore a scowl on his lips, showing the aggravation that marred his features. He was not happy to be awake.

His dad was knelt down next to his bed to be level with Ichigo. Yeah, this was definitely serious. Isshin's voice was never this soft under any circumstances.

"I'm not sure what you've gotten yourself into," the man chuckled softly. "You never fail to remind me of Masaki. You have her drive, yanno."

Ichigo's eyebrows crinkled. Had his old man gone mad? He frowned. "Huh?"

"There are lots of things that I haven't explained, but I'm not as dense as I look." Ichigo scoffed. Isshin simply continued to talk. "I am aware of who was in your bedroom tonight."

The redhead paled. There was no way that was possible! Ichigo was sure of it— okay, so not really sure. He didn't know how to respond, not sure if his father knew the whole truth. He wasn't going to spill anything and find out his father was oblivious to the fact. Especially if the fact was dirty and very embarrassing.

He stayed quiet.

Isshin sighed and returned to standing. He gave Ichigo a warm smile. "I'm here for you, Ichigo. I had more to say, but I might have gotten ahead of myself. Regardless, I've lost one Kurosaki and I'm not gonna lose another."

The redhead shifted onto his back. His father was acting so strange as if this situation was normal, a walk in the park. You would think the man would be in a rage, declaring war and everything. There was also the fact his father could do absolutely nothing. Like Isshin even knew who Aizen was and… How had he been able to tell Grimmjow was there? Man, he must have been hiding more than a few secrets from his family.

Deciding to leave the questions for a time when his mind was clear, Ichigo closed his eyes. "I can't do this alone," he whispered softly. So soft that he wasn't sure Isshin would hear but the older man had.

It was weird allowing someone to witness his struggle but he felt so much release. Someone other than himself now knew and, even though it was his dad, he felt somewhat safe. Ichigo hoped whatever Isshin was hiding was worthy of this crucial information, information that could easily have him killed.

"Hear you loud and clear," Isshin responded. He waved a hand at the teen and walked out of the room, door lightly closing behind him.

Ichigo was grasping for straws. He imagined telling Soul Society but that would've turned messy. There were a few shinigami there who wouldn't contain their anger and blindly cause a battle with Aizen. Unnecessary blood would be shed. And not in their favor. Maybe this was the better route. Isshin was full of surprises. Ichigo was ready to be wowed.

Poor Ichigo (was that a speck of fluff), give the kid a break, pfft. Hopefully you enjoyed the chapter.

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