Warning: Yaoi. GrimmIchi. Fluff. Swearing. AU.

Disclaimer: Only in my dreams.

Summary: Grimmjow is new and Ichigo started late. What will occur between these two oddballs? Why, love, of course!

Recap of ages and grades:

Everyone in the story is 18 going on 19. Yes, even Aizen and Gin and all the Espada that I like enough to include. I know it's weird, but bear with me my dear readers. I also apologize for any OOC-ness, but I just picture Grimmjow being all cuddly and lovey dovey. And I know a lot of people like to see him as a bit of a man whore, like getting laid all the time, but I kinda picture him not really liking anybody enough to give his time. That's how he seems in the show, at least.

This is thoughts

"And this is over the phone."

.:This is Shiro, Ichigo's hollow! But, in here, he's just an alternate personality. I made our Berry a tiny bit crazy. Heehee.:.

And now, on to the story!!


"IIIIIIIIIICHIGOOOOOOO!! DADDY MISSES YOU! WHEN WILL YOU BE HOME?!" Ichigo held the phone at arm's length, and winced, waiting for the shouting stop. He sighed, annoyed. Grimmjow just stared at the phone incredulously, a blue eyebrow raised. Ichigo pulled the mobile back to his ear.

"Shut up, old man! I'm stayin' at a friend's! I'm coming by to get some clothes, then I'm leavin'!" he heard the phone being taken from his father and several thudding noises.

"Ichi-nii!" the twins chorused.

"Hey, Karin, Yuzu"

"Onii-chan where are you?" That was Yuzu.

"I'm at a friend's house, doing a school project" he could hear his father sobbing to his mother's poster and Karin mumbling something about their brother finally growing up.

"Ichi-nii you need to stay with your school work." the brown-haired girl admonished.

"I know Yuzu," he replied, smiling. She reminded him of their mom so much.

"Will you be home for dinner?" Karin, this time.

"No, I'm gonna stay the night. The projects doe on Monday. I'll be over in forty-five minutes to get some clothes, but then I'm coming back over here."

"Bye Ichi-nii!" they said. Pressing the "end" key, he jammed the phone back into his pocket. Turning to Grimmjow, he barely had time to blink before an arm around his waist pulled him against the older's chest.

"Ya leavin' me, my Berry?" he said, face close to Ichigo's. Leaning forward, Ichigo's hand slid up the other's chest, coming to rest on the back of Grimmjow's neck; the other arm's elbow resting on a broad shoulder, hand hanging uselessly in the air behind Grimmjow's back.

"Like I could," Ichigo snorted. They closed the last of the distance together, lips meeting and opening without having to be asked. Tongues peeked out of hiding places and reached out, twining and embracing, a mutual give and take, lapping at one another. The arm was replaced by hands wandering up and down his sides, finally stopping on his lower back, pulling him closer. His hand tightened on the Grimmjow's neck and the arm, once hanging useless, wrapped around bare shoulders. A growl emanated from Grimmjow, and a light moan from Ichigo was the response.

Pulling back and dragging Ichigo's bottom lip with him, Grimmjow dragged his open mouth up Ichigo's jaw line. Stopping at the ear, Grimmjow whispered huskily, "hurry back, my lovely Berry" Pulling away, Grimmjow repositioned his hands to Ichigo's hips, turning the smaller man around. Pressing his chest against a clothed back, he began to walk towards his front door, forcing the other to step with him. Pressing his lips to a smooth neck, Grimmjow opened the front door. Giving the orange head one last kiss, he let Ichigo depart. Leaning on the door frame, he watched as Ichigo walked down the short hallway, and waited for the elevator. As Ichigo stepped into the elevator, Grimmjow retreated into his apartment.

Grimmjow sighed, and wandered back to the bedroom. Remembering the previous night's…activities, he took the sheets from the bed and through them in the wash, depositing the comforter into a bin beside the dirty clothes. Walking into the kitchen, he took some leftovers from the fridge, storing them in the microwave and pressing the "cook" button. Reflecting on the fact that the "cook" button should say "nuke" instead, he went to the hall closet and pulled out an identical set of black silk sheets, with teal trimming, and a matching black comforter. Making the bead sloppily, he heard beep from the kitchen, signaling his food was now nuked.


As Ichigo walked a familiar root to his house, he couldn't help but be slightly happy at the turn of events. He hadn't even been aware of his infatuation with the teal haired hoodlum, up until a week 

and a half ago. He had long since resigned himself that his friend would not, in fact feel the same, and did his best to conceal them. So, as you can imagine, kissing, and fucking, in Grimmjow's flat has been quite a shock for our poor Ichigo. I still can't believe it…

.:Aww, king, ya ain't complainin' now, 're ya? I don' think Grimmjow would be ta happy 'bout that.:. a voice said. He really didn't need this now

Shut up, Shiro!

.:Ya wound me, aibou, ya really do.:.

Go the fuck away!

.:But, king, ya haven't let me out ta play in soo long!.:

I'm ignoring you!

.:Do whatever ya like, king, but jus' be careful, 'r I'll take yer fuckin' thrown.:.

Sighing as the voice finally let him alone; he looked up to see the gaudy sign of the clinic a few yards away. Walking up, he pulled open the door, side stepping his father's spinning kick.

"Hey, Karin, Yuzu!" he called, trudging up the stairs to his bedroom. He pulled open his closet, grabbing a pair of pants and a few shirts, and stuffing them in his school bag. Going into the bathroom, he grabbed his toothbrush. Stepping back down the stairs, he went into the kitchen to see his sisters.

"onii-chan!" Yuzu squealed, running up to hug her brother. "I made you and your friend some dinner! I thought you would be too busy to eat properly, and we both know onii-chan cant cook." She handed his a rather large sack of food. Chuckling, he ruffled her hair, "thanks, Yuzu." Turning around he saw Karin staring at him. "What?" he asked.

"Oh, it's nothing, Ichi-nii." She snorted, rolling her eyes. Tapping her on the head, he received a fierce growl, and continued his way to the living room.

"Ichigo! GIVE YOUR LOVELY DADDY A HUG, MY WONDERFUL SON!" Isshin barreled towards his, arms outstretched. Ichigo stopped him with a kick to the face.

"Back off, ya crazy old fart!" tugging on his shoes, he waved to his sisters, and gave his father a parting kick. Exiting his house quickly, he heard his dad shouting at the poster of his late wife about how their children are growing up so fast. Scrubbing a hand through his hair, he sped up once again.


Grimmjow's ears perked at the sound of a knock on his door, he grinned through a mouthful of rice. Swallowing hard he threw the bowl into the sink, and hurried toward to the door, peering through the peephole, he made sure it was Ichigo before yanking open the door and puling his strawberry lover into his arms.

"Grimm!" Ichigo squeaked. Pulling Ichigo's bag off the slim yet broad shoulder, Grimmjow fastened an arm around Ichigo's waist, and a hand on the tangerine head, yanking him close. The bag fell, almost immediately forgotten, at their feet. Grimmjow wasn't very surprised when Ichigo's mouth found his roughly. I mean, remembering back to yesterday, he was surprised that his berry would be so aggressive…and how well he concealed his limp that morning. Opening his mouth to Ichigo's seeking tongue, he let his eyes flitter shut and kicked the door shut on the girls who were watching them in the hall way. Later Ichigo would blush furiously and ask why Grimmjow didn't, in fact, think it was a good idea not to tell him they had an audience, but, right now, he was currently wondering his chances of getting Grimmjow to bottom this time, as he backed them into the bedroom.


Omake:

Moi: Hello everyone! Well, that was a fun chapter, heehee! But, since Ichigo and Grimmjow are busy, we have a special guest!

Ishida: *pushes glasses up* Why am I here?

Moi: 'Cause yer cute!

Ishida: *blushes* Ah. I see. Arigoto.

Moi: Aww!

Kurotsuchi: *leer*

Ishida: *hides* Eeep!

Moi: Kuritsuchi! Down! Hey, yer not even in this chapter! Get outta here.

Kurotsuchi:*grumbles and walks away* fine…

Moi: He's gone. You can come out now.

Ishida: *clears throat and pushes glasses up* Uhm, arigoto, for…that,

Moi:*giggles* Yer welcome! Would you like ta do the honors, Uryuu?

Ishida: My pleasure. Okay everyone, that concludes chapter four. The next chapter will begin with smut, so you are warned. Thank you and goodbye.

Moi: *waves*

Owari.