UPDATE! I know, you're all so happy ;p So here we are, back to Hacking. I had almost lost interest, so this one may be short... or not. Depends on how I'm feeling day by day XD I LOVED this chapter, by the way. I threw in some seriously humorous stuff I think you'll all LMFAO to. =) I know I did ;p I was laughing while I was writing it. No idea where it came from, but it seemed like the thing to write at the time. I'm not one to ignore completely random whims when writing, I've found they normally make the story better. =D

Shiro: Not when the random shit involves me preggers! *shakes fist*

Vae: That was your own fault! I warned you! DX

Shiro: I DON'T LISTEN, WOMAN! WHEN EXACTLY DID YOU OVERLOOK THAT!

Vae: ... I know *devious grin*. I was counting on it ;p

Shiro: *jaw drop* Evil... Simply evil.

Ichi: That's a compliment coming from him. No one's more evil than he is. *rolls eyes*


Chapter 4

Grimmjow is gone once more when Ichigo wakes, the orange haired male sighing in frustration. He's not ready for commitment, he'll be the first to admit it, but Ichigo rather likes waking up to someone else. It would be nice if Grimmjow stayed until he woke. With a heavy sigh, the other gets ready for another day.

Orihime is waiting for him when he gets to his office, a bright smile on her face. She and Chad have known Ichigo his whole life, as has Uryu, and the trio was more than happy to help him out in his little job. Though Ichigo does most of the work, Orihime keeps his appointments from colliding into one another. Chad stays at his side on harder cases involving gangs, as he's a great fighter and isn't afraid to push others around with that muscle of his. He's extremely intimidating just to look at, so it's nice to have him near… Ichigo just isn't intimidating at all, unfortunately. Uryu helps Ichigo financially on rare occasions, but usually helps him bounce ideas until he manages to stumble over a less than obvious clue. They're the private eye dream team in the teen's opinion.

"Hey, Orihime," he greets happily. "Any calls?"

"Only too many," she sighs. "You need to take a day off or something, Ichigo!"

"I know, you tell me every week. What's up for today?"

"A break in across town, a wife that wants to know if her husband is cheating, the police would like you to go through some cold cases, and you have a package."

He stops at the last one, just in the midst of hanging his jacket. With wide and curious eyes, he looks to Orihime. She's holding a small box wrapped in brown paper, the address to his workplace typed instead of printed and no return address in sight.

"Um… thank you," he murmurs. "Why don't you go get us some coffee, please?"

She heads out with a nod and he waits until she's gone to open the box… if it's a bomb he wants to be the only one going out in flames. Nervously, he tears the brown paper and unseals the tap on the box. Inside is a bunch of packing peanuts, so he's forced to stick his hand into them… pulling out a thin CD case.

"Son of a bitch!" he snaps. "This was so not funny!"

His heart is still beating a mile a minute, his fingers fumbling to stick the CD into his computer's drive. His hands shake slightly, so he has to take a calming breath before trying again. The minute it's in, he checks the contents. The only thing on the disk is something typed up in Office Word. He clicks on it to bring it up, frowning as his heart picks up once more.

Dear Kurosaki,

Did you like my little joke? I bet you thought it was a bomb, huh? Did you call in the swat to disarm it? That's would've been fucking hilarious! Anyway, I'm sending you this short letter as a warning. I know your work, I've destroyed your work, and this little chase is going to end with only one winner. I'm hoping to crush your spirit to the point you simply can't bring yourself to even look at a computer again… do you think I'll be able to? Well… our little game can go on forever. You'll never be able to catch me; no one has, so perhaps I'll get what I'm shooting for in the end after all. Stay vigilant and… thanks for allowing my virus into your computer. I'm positive you used your work computer, you dumbass. Let the game begin!

HackerKing

"Son of a fucking whore!" Ichigo shouts in irritation.

He quickly takes out the disk, but he took so much time reading the note the virus was able to slip by. The hacker is good; he has to grudgingly admit that. Thankfully, he's better! Ichigo created his own security system and the virus sputtered out before it could damage anything. Once more, the orangette does his seated victory dance and points at his computer with both hands.

"How do you like that, asshole!" he shouts. "You're gonna be my cyber bitch when I'm through with you!"

"… Ichigo?"

"Orihime! Uh… I was just…"

"You don't have to explain, I know you like to gloat about cyber achievements," she waves off. "It's almost like Uryu shooting down bad fashion under his breath. Here's your coffee!"

"Thank you," Ichigo murmurs with a hot blush.

She looks down at the CD, a question in her eyes that goes unanswered. Ichigo has turned his attention to the three cold case reports on his desk, completely absorbed in the lost clues and faded pictures.

"Ichigo?"

"Hmm? Oh! Uh… send Uryu on the surveillance run, he's good with those. Chad lives across town, so he can check out the break in."

"Okay! I'll call them."

It's around noon when Ichigo sets down the last cold case, a small notebook with questions and tips on what to look for. He'll give the notebook to Orihime and she'll take it down to the section of the police department that deals with that. Ichigo, however, will spend the rest of today checking on the others and enjoying himself should they not need help. First up is Uryu, the orange head reaching for the phone and dialing him.

"Yes?" the other states as he answers.

"Hey, how are things going?"

"Perfectly fine," he assures. "He's cheating on her, that's for sure. What's more… he's bringing his tricks into the house."

"Sick bastard," Ichigo frowns. "You need any help?"

"No, I can manage."

After a short conversation of future plans, Ichigo hangs up and dials Chad. He's nervous when the large male doesn't answer, yet decides to just attempt calling once more. A breath of relief leaves Ichigo audibly when the phone is picked up.

"Ichigo?" Chad murmurs.

"Yeah, it's me! I just wanted to check on you. Everything okay? You need help?"

"No, I'm fine. The case is pretty self-explanatory… jealous ex-girlfriend."

"Thank goodness! I thought you were in trouble when you didn't answer!"

Chad chuckles at Ichigo, his voice deep and soft. The other is always worrying; always fretting over small things he blows way out of proportion. They don't talk much longer, as Chad was never one to talk much, and Ichigo hangs up feeling a little lighter. Orihime has already left to deliver the notebook, both left with the rest of the day to whittle away, and Ichigo quickly heads out to get his groceries. He hasn't gone grocery shopping for much longer than usual, so he has nary a morsel within his kitchen to eat. If his mothers found out, they'd be forcibly moving him back into the house with any aggression necessary.

The store is quiet for the afternoon hours, the clerks lazing about their counters in wait of something to do, and Ichigo makes his rounds quickly. He's not much of a cook, so it's mostly easy box dinners and frozen meals. As usual, the cold within the frozen foods section seems to seep through every seam of his clothing. It sends a powerful shiver through him, so he grabs what he's looking for and attempts to leave with haste… until he runs into something firm.

"Hey!" someone utters in surprise.

"I'm so sorry," Ichigo starts before coming up short. "Grimmjow?"

"Ichigo! What are you doing here?"

"Well… it's a store and my arms are full of groceries," he smirks playfully.

"Ha, ha," Grimmjow snorts derisively. "I thought you'd be working. I mean, that's what you've been doing the last few nights. I had to wait until you went to the club to fuck you."

Ichigo's face lights up, his eyes searching the area for any dippers before he scowls at the blue haired man. That look alone tells Grimmjow his current fling is a prude, drawing a huge sadistic grin to his lips. As Ichigo heads for the checkout, Grimmjow follows languidly behind him.

"So… you doing anything today?"

"Just catching up on my laundry and stocking my kitchen," Ichigo smirks. "Why?"

"I'm bored."

"You can hang out with me today, but I really need to get my stuff done," the orange haired male scolds. "No jumping me!"

Grimmjow attempts to look innocent, but it's lost upon those sinful lips grinning in a cattish manner. Rolling his amber eyes, Ichigo pays for his groceries and Grimmjow lifts the bags easily into his arms.

"I can carry something," Ichigo frowns.

"I got up late and missed my scheduled time at the gym," Grimmjow states sheepishly. "This is as close to weight training I'm gonna get today."

With an exasperated sigh, Ichigo throws his hands up in defeat. They walk in companionable silence, entering Ichigo's apartment and putting away the food quietly. Though he acted like he'd behave, Grimmjow is bending Ichigo over his countertop within seconds.

"Grimmjow! You said you'd behave!" Ichigo frowns.

"I didn't say I'd behave… you just assumed I would!" the blue haired man grins cockily.

"As much as I would love some intimate play, I seriously need to wash my clothes," the other sighs in irritation. "Now, either help out or I'll see you later."

"… Stubborn," Grimmjow mutters. "Okay, let's grab your clothes."

Ichigo pushes him away playfully, throwing the last two boxes into the freezer and hurrying to the bathroom. His hamper is so full of dirty clothes it's spilling onto the floor, the young man rummaging for more clothes beneath his bed. There are two large laundry baskets when he's finished, Grimmjow staring incredulously at the smaller male.

"Damn, I thought you were kidding!"

"Shut up! Not everyone has time to lounge about the store!" Ichigo blushes.

Waving the other off, Grimmjow grabs the heavier basket and leads the way downstairs. The orangette was lucky enough to find a place with a laundry room in the back, though he could do without the creepy vibe. It's small, with about three washers and dryers in a dank little room. Grimmjow watches as Ichigo loads the small machines, taking up all three washers easily. As the other is busy with his task, Grimmjow slides over casually… and locks the door.

"… Grimmjow?" Ichigo questions cautiously. "What was that?"

"Nothing," he comments innocently.

Ichigo shakes it off and shuts the last door, turning on the washing machine and sighing happily. Thick arms of corded muscle wrap around Ichigo's waist, the hard body behind him swaying back and forth languidly. Ichigo grins and hooks his arms behind Grimmjow's neck, his body stretched back as wandering hands dip to the button of his pants.

"Not here," Ichigo murmurs.

"Mm… I've always wanted to fuck in a laundry room."

"Grimm… Ah!"

Lips latch onto his neck, sucking hard on soft skin and cutting off the other's protest. It's like a dam breaking, one minute Ichigo is whining in protest and then next he's nibbling on Grimmjow's earlobe. Ichigo's pants are dropped, his boxers quickly following, and Grimmjow is bending Ichigo over the vibrating washing machine. Ichigo gasps with a glance to the door.

"Don't worry, I locked the door," he comments easily. "Now… tell me you're my bitch!"

"… I'll shove my foot up your ass first," Ichigo growls.

"Oh, a challenge," the blue haired man purrs happily. "I love a good challenge. Prepare to be defeated! You'll be screaming how much of a bitch you are when I'm done with you!"

Grimmjow cackles happily at Ichigo's challenging glare, freeing his thick member from its confines eagerly. He gives Ichigo a pointed look, allowing the other to drop to his knees. Ichigo licks his lips nervously, carefully wrapping those full lips around Grimmjow's hardened flesh. The other groans, one hand tangling in orange locks as he guides Ichigo further onto his throbbing shaft. Ichigo bobs his head, wetting down Grimmjow's arousal with his tongue and pulling away.

"I'm not waiting for you to get hard again for the good part," Ichigo scowls at the questioning look. "If we were in my room, I might… but we're not. We're in the laundry room in the back of my apartment building. A place other people go, remember?"

Grimmjow picks Ichigo up with a roll of his eyes and bends him over the machine once more, making certain to shove the smaller man's hips so close Ichigo's hard member is pressed against the vibrating cool metal. Ichigo moans loudly, letting his head drop to the top of the washing machine. Grimmjow grins widely and slips a small bottle of lube from his back pocket, pouring a bit on his fingers and shoving one into his partner. A strangled cry of discomfort is squashed in Ichigo's throat, the other gripping the sides of the washer tight.

"Hurry… up!"

Grimmjow rolls his eyes and slips in another finger, watching Ichigo slam a fist down in pain. He doesn't take his time loosening the body before him, forcing a third digit in almost carelessly before scissoring them. Once he hits the other's sweet spot, he pulls away and ignores the whine of frustration from the other. Slickening up his own shaft, Grimmjow positions himself and slides in quickly to slam into Ichigo's prostate.

"Fuck!" Ichigo cries out.

One hand pressing against the small of Ichigo's back and the other gripping tight to a narrow hip, Grimmjow sets a brutal pace right off the bat. Ichigo moans and cries out in ecstasy, pushing against each of Grimmjow's powerful thrusts. He can feel the other's thick rod hammering into him, driving him to the brink. Suddenly, fingers are tight around the base of his arousal and cutting of his orgasm.

"Say it," Grimmjow growls sensually. "I won't let you come until you say it."

"F-Fuck you," Ichigo gets out.

Another hard slam into his prostate, his cock screaming at him to give in, and Ichigo considers it. He shakes the thought from his fogged mind, determined not to give in… and then Grimmjow lifts his hips a bit more to reach deeper. Ichigo howls with his need, swearing his dick is turning purple.

"Say it!" Grimmjow grins widely. "You wanna come, you're gonna say it! What are you?"

"I… I'm your bitch!" Ichigo screams. "I'm your bitch! Are you happy? Oh god just let me come!"

Finally those fingers let go, Ichigo comes undone and spills his fluids onto the floor before the washer. He tightens around Grimmjow, gasping in unadulterated desire when that hot seed fills him so hard it flows back onto his thighs. Grimmjow pulls out and watches as Ichigo collapses on the machine boneless. With a cackle of feral glee, Grimmjow uses Ichigo's boxers to clean them up and then redresses the other in his jeans. The two fall into a silence after that, Grimmjow sitting on a plastic chair with Ichigo in his lap as they wait for the washer to get done. Both can only think 'today was a great day'!


Lame ending, but I couldn't figure out a better one ^^; Sorry about that. I'm pretty certain Ichigo broke too early as well, however I was running out of room. Oh well, you got your lemon, be happy about it ;p Anyway, the pool now holds: Divine x2, Dream x10, Hacking x1, Life x4, and Tiger x1. Happy reviewing! I'd also like to point out that until Dream is posted completely, I'm not adding another new fic to my list. I'm working on 2 I haven't posted and I have another idea for yet another, so keep that in mind ;p

Grimm: The other fics? A little taste?

Vae: Hmm... One is a college fic that includes an escort service, one started out something like Hunger Games and got a little mixed up with demons and such, and the last is an idea I just got! Something to do with world hopping and myths colliding... it's an idea in progress ^^;

Shiro: No new fics until ya finish the ones ya got? How fucked up is that? =(

Ichi: I don't know, she's already losing interest in the older ones. It's probably a good idea.

Grimm: Too bad she keeps working on the newer ones she hasn't posted yet instead of the older ones =3

Vae: Hey! I'm trying, okay? Divine is almost done as well, so don't give me that! DX