So new update! I'm really starting to actually enjoy this story now. I feel like I've finally gotten out the rut I was in with it. Warnings for this chapter include a little male on male sex.

Chapter 04

"I-I understand that, sir, but they didn't give a name or phone number? …Anything?" Ichigo frowned as he paced back and forth in his living room. Shiro sat on his desk watching him as he talked to the delivery company who delivered the chocolates. It was completely weird that no one was even suspicious about the situation.

Ichigo sighed. "Alright. …Thanks." Ichigo hung up the phone and set it down on the desk.

"What they say?"

"They said that the person who came in was a normal looking guy. He ordered the chocolates and put the card on each and every one of them." Ichigo sighed again and sat down in his desk chair. "I don't like this, Shiro. Maybe we should move."

"King, that's a lot of work. It's nothin' to be worried ova. So, ya gotta secret admirer? Big deal."

"Shiro, this is more then secret admiration. These kinds of things turn into stalker situations. Soon, it'll be a bloody note saying 'I love you' or some creepy shit like that." The white copy just snorted, thinking that was actually kind of funny. "Shiro! Not funny!"

"Sorry, sorry. That just sounded like somethin' from Lifetime."

"You would watch Lifetime too." Shiro just chuckled. "Look, whatever, if you aren't going to take this seriously than I guess it's nothing serious." The white skinned man let his laughing die out and a frown started to spread across his lips. He could understand where Ichigo was coming from, but they really couldn't do anything. Moving wouldn't help. If Ichigo really had a stalker than that person would just follow them. They couldn't call the police because nothing dangerous had happened yet. He sighed and ran a hand through his silver-white locks.

"How 'bout we both jus' keep an eye out for anythin' suspicious? If ya don't feel comfortable being home alone, call me, Tsuki or Renji. You can fight for yerself, Ichigo, so ya shouldn't worry too much. Just be careful from now on."

Ichigo sighed and drummed his fingers against his desk. He knew he could fight his own battles, but the thought of some stranger knowing exactly where they lived made him uncomfortable. Home was supposed to be safe and now, it didn't feel that way.

Weeks and weeks passed and Ichigo still felt uncomfortable being alone in his apartment. Even though the gifts stopped being delivered, it just didn't feel the same. He was never one to be paranoid, but he just didn't like being in that place alone. He was glad that Shiro was there most of the time when he got home, but the days he wasn't he would call Renji. That had made him feel a little more relaxed and he could go on about his normal after class routine.

After having Renji come over for a couple of weeks, he started to feel bad. The red head had started to complain about no time to spend with Shuuhei, so Ichigo had stopped calling the red head over. He didn't know what else to do. He was comfortable with Shiro being home, but the days he wasn't still bothered him.

He didn't know if he should ask Tsuki to stay with him. He felt bad imposing on the man and even though he really liked him and wanted to spend time with him, he didn't want him being afraid to be the excuse.


Ichigo sat on one of the benches situated in the courtyard of the large university. He was done with his day of classes and had been on his way home, but decided to enjoy the warming sun for a while. He sat cross-legged on the bench, sipping on a juice box as he had his face buried in a red leather bound book. He sipped and read, enjoying the plot filled paragraphs of a tragic love story. A woman who was in love with a man she didn't want to love. The man refused to let the woman go and took her on a whirlwind of emotions, heartache and abandonment.

Ichigo just couldn't pull his eyes from it. He wasn't really into that many love stories, being that they always gave the sense of a fake romance. Maybe that was why he enjoyed the book so much. He knew that love was never perfect. There was always something bound to go wrong in real love. Communication problems, jealousy, even doubt. It was just the way things were. Sometimes he wished love wasn't that complicated, but would he even want it if it wasn't? He sighed and sipped on his straw. He wondered how his mind had strayed towards those kinds of thoughts. Maybe he was thinking about things between him and Tsuki a little too much.

He did like the taller male, but he didn't know how the other male felt about him. Was he just playing? Or did the man have some serious feelings? He sighed and gazed up from the now blurry printing on the cream-colored pages. He guessed he had been reading for too long. He gazed around to notice not many students were sitting about.

"Ichigo!" The boy turned around and smiled when he saw Tsukishima making his way over to him.

"Tsuki." He watched as the man sat next to him and blushed when the man kissed him on his temple. "Uh, hey."

"What are you reading?"

"Uhm…" Ichigo turned the book over and glanced down at the golden letters forming the title of the book.

"Hearts of the Hollow? Isn't that a little depressing?" Ichigo looked up to see Tsuki with his normal cryptic smile. The man seriously was gorgeous. How could he not want to be with a man like Tsukishima? He was intelligent and excelled in anything he did. Though he was quiet he was still impressive. He always looked handsome and kept himself looking immaculate.

"Ye-yeah, it is depressing, but it's such a good read. It makes you put love in a different perspective, I guess." Tsuki hummed in understanding and leaned back on the bench.

"How would you put our relationship in perspective?" Ichigo's eyes went wide and he glanced over at the dark haired male to see him gazing at him with his piercing violet eyes.

"Uh…I-I don't know. I don't know how you feel about…me."

"Really? I thought it was kind of obvious."

"Oh?" The dark haired male's smile seemed to widen an inch and he leaned closer to Ichigo. His peppermint breath wafting across Ichigo's face, making the oranget blush at how close Tsukishima was.

"Oh." Ichigo felt soft thin lips against his and sighed against them. He didn't realize how much he had wanted to kiss the dark haired male until he was actually doing it. He leaned closer and placed a hand on the man's chest. Tsuki slid his hand up the side of Ichigo's neck to the back and ran his fingers through the soft hair at the base of the man's neck.

Ichigo felt like he was in heaven. He could feel his breath being stolen, but he could care less. The feel of Tsukishima's tongue was amazing and the man tasted absolutely delicious. He shuddered at the feel of the long thin fingers massaging his arm and elbow, but pulled away. He needed his air. He gazed up with hooded eyes, panting softly and saw that the man's amethyst orbs had darkened with lust.

He knew it had only been a few weeks since they actually started dating, but Ichigo didn't care. He wanted Tsuki and he wanted him right at that minute. He guessed it was okay that he and the dark haired male had known each other for a year or so, hanging out and playing cat and mouse. He felt comfortable with the man and that was all that was needed.


Grimmjow could feel something in his mind snap at the sight of Ichigo kissing or even touching another man. It wasn't right. Wasn't right at all. He growled around his now ruined cigarette. He had been chewing and gnawing at it as he gazed across the way, looking at his little berry being eaten alive by some tall bookworm. The audacity of that bastard. How dare he touch what was his!

He couldn't believe he actually thought Ichigo was being faithful to him. After sending all those presents, he thought he could apologize to the fruit and maybe they could go out. But what does that slut do? He kisses another man, for all to see. Grimmjow could feel the blood in his veins turn deep red with anger. He wanted to rip this guy's throat out and shove it up his ass.

Ichigo was his and his alone and he refused to let anyone else have him. He could hear his inner voice telling him what to do, egging him on and pushing him.

Do it. Do it. Ichigo is yours and you know it. Time to make that slut know before it's too late.

Grimmjow couldn't agree more. He waited too long for Ichigo to see the love he had for him and he kept stomping on it as if he was pressing grapes for wine. He had to think of a perfect time. A time where Ichigo would be alone and unprotected by anything.

Out in the open. Dead of night. Wait until he comes to the store…and then attack!

Grimmjow's lips turned up into a bloodcurdling smile. It was perfect. The little berry would be caught off guard and if he fought…well then it would be even more thrilling. Who would want prey that would lie around? He wanted to see the boy's muscles flex and jaw tighten. He wanted to hear the boy's cries of anger and fear. The thought of it just fueled his fire and made his insides churn with want. He leaned against the tree he had been standing next to, never taking his eyes off the boy. He reached for another cigarette and slipped it into his mouth, lighting it and taking a drag.

He wondered if he should get things ready for his first night with the berry. He wasn't the romantic type, but maybe he could shower the little slut with some romance. Even if the boy was trampling his heart, he still loved him so. He still wanted to make the berry know that he was the only man that could ever and would ever love him.

He looked away for a moment, gazing at everything else in the university courtyard, when he felt eyes on him. Was someone watching him? He could feel them trying to pierce his very soul. He glanced back towards his little berry and locked eyes with deep swirling purple. Grimmjow smirked. So the pretty boy was more observant than he seemed. Though he didn't think the bookworm could really do much to a convict like him. They seemed to be having a glaring contest until the little berry said something to the dark haired man.

Grimmjow watched as Ichigo touched his face, turning his attention back to him. The boy's eyes seemed to be shimmering with concern and little something extra. He watched as the both of them spoke before rising from the bench and making their way out of the university. Where are they going? He had half a mind to actually follow them, but that would be a little too noticeable. He would just have to wait. Watch and wait, just like a predator would do.


Ichigo sighed as he lay in his bed. He couldn't believe he actually did it. He glanced over to see the soft sleeping look on Tsuki's face. The man's shoulder length hair sprawled out across the light gray pillow. It had happened so fast, but it had felt so incredible. It wasn't his first time being with a man, but Tsukishima had made him feel like he was in constant bliss. The man's fingers and the tongue had gone to work and did miraculous things. Ichigo knew it sounded mushy, but he just couldn't help it. He turned over and buried his face in the man's neck, enjoying how he was wrapped with long arms.

He had been skeptical at first. The man was always so hard to figure out, but Tsuki claimed to like Ichigo more than he liked anyone for a while. He had wanted the fiery man since he first laid eyes on him a year ago. Ichigo felt kind of bad for playing hard to get for so long, but now that he had finally given the man a chance, he was happy.

He smiled softly and pushed closer to the man. Even if it was sweltering outside, he just wanted to be closer to the man.

"Mmmm, you're going to melt me, Ichigo." The little berry giggled and leaned up to look at half-lidded, sleepy violet eyes. He leaned over and pressed his lips against Tsuki's before leaving a trail down his neck. "Hmmm, again? You are insatiable."

Tsuki watched as Ichigo slid over and above him. He could feel himself getting stiff just by staring at the hard, tanned body. He felt Ichigo grab at the base of his cock and groaned when he felt the soft jerking motion. The feel of the berry's long thin fingers surrounding him was almost as good as the tight heat he also provided. He watched as Ichigo reached for the open box of condoms sitting on the edge of the nightstand. Ichigo pulled one out, tearing the wrapper and pulled it out. He slipped it on and rolled it down; making sure it was placed properly. He rose up and Tsuki hissed when he felt himself being enveloped by that hot cavern of pleasure.

His body felt high and airy as he watched Ichigo ride him as if he was a bronco bull. He gripped the man's lithe hips and followed in suit, pounding upwards as Ichigo slammed downwards. The fiery man's voice was higher than normal and it screamed in a way that made Tsuki's cock twitch with delight. He watched as the sweat trickled down the man's body, glistening from the catch of the moon. The heat and humidity in the room, drenching them and making both their locks dampen with perspiration.

He didn't realize how long had passed, but he just didn't want it to end. Ichigo leaned down and captured Tsuki's lips in a hot, passionate and wet kiss. Their tongues massaged each other as Ichigo continued to slam himself down on the dark haired male. Ichigo could feel himself getting closer to his climax and whimpered as Tsukishima continued to jab at his prostate. He wanted them to come together, but he didn't know how much longer he could last. His muscles tightened and the coiling in his belly got stronger and he screamed into Tsuki's mouth as he felt his cock spew thick, white substances onto the taller male's chest, as well as his.

After a while, Tsukishima moaned Ichigo's name and exploded into the condom. They lay there for a moment trying to catch their breath before Ichigo slid off of the taller male and pulled the condom off, tying it and throwing it into the wastebasket. He slipped back onto the bed. They lay there staring at the ceiling, enjoying the afterglow of sex and the comfortable silence. That is until Ichigo's stomach shattered the moment, growling like a large bear.

Ichigo blushed and Tsukishima chuckled. "I guess we did work up an appetite."

"I can whip something up real quick, if you're hungry as well."

"Sounds good." Ichigo smiled and slipped out of the bed. He grabbed a pair of basketball shorts and a sleeveless top and threw them on.

"I'll be back shortly," Ichigo said as he made his way out of the room. Making it to the kitchen, he walked to the fridge and opened it. Searching for something to make, he frowned at how empty it was. Stupid Shiro. He should really make the horse go shopping, but he would probably only come back with milk and cinnamon sugar cookies. Ichigo sighed and glanced at the clock. It wasn't too late and the corner market was still open. He frowned. He didn't know if he wanted to go out at this time of night with a crazy secret admirer lurking around though. He glanced back towards his bedroom. He thought about asking Tsuki to come with him, but he didn't want to feel like he needed to be protected. He scowled, hating how indecisive he was being.

"Fuck it." He made his way back into the room and saw Tsuki in the midst of a peaceful sleep. He smiled softly and quietly made his way back out of the room. He didn't want to disturb the man so he would just go to the store. He made his way over to his desk and wrote a small note to let Shiro and Tsuki know where he went, just in case. He slipped into his flip-flops and grabbed his wallet that was sitting in the basket by the door.

He made his way out and down the stairs to the main hallway. He stopped at the front and looked out the double pane glass door. The area was dark and deserted, the street lights the only illumination. He swallowed and slowly pushed the door open. He stepped out into the hot and humid atmosphere and made his way down the sidewalk.

He let the warm breeze circle around him and tingle his already sweating skin. It really was a nice night, but he still felt an uncomfortable feeling. His 'secret admirer' kept pushing at the back of his mind and he found himself always looking over his shoulder.

He sighed when he caught sight of the corner market. The bright lights brightened the dark sidewalk and he scowled when he caught sight of Grimmjow's blue hair through the large window. He had remembered what happened the last time he had gone to the market and he kind of wished that someone else was on duty that night. He stepped in, his arrival alerted by the dinging of the bell. The blunet glanced up from helping some man before he went back to work.

Ichigo went on about his business, grabbing he normal list of groceries, including something extra to cook for him and Tsuki. He smiled as he swung the small basket in his hand. The thought of the dark haired male still lying in his bed made him feel giddy and excited. He couldn't wait to get back to the apartment and relax against that pale skin and long torso. He couldn't wait to enjoy those thin lips and run his fingers through that jet-black hair. He didn't even notice the aqua blue eyes watching him intently as he made his way around the market.

Finally getting everything, he made his way up to the counter and set his basket down. He kept his eyes down or away, trying hard not to look up at Grimmjow. The blue haired man started to ring up his purchases, but glanced up from the scanner and narrowed his eyes at the love bite on the berry's neck. It was deep in color and practically being shown off.

Grimmjow could feel his jaw tighten and could hear the crinkling of packaging in his hand from gripping to hard.

Calm down, Grimmjow. You won't get anywhere, if you scare him off too quickly. Apologize for what happened before. Make him see you didn't mean him any harm. Make him feel…comfortable.

Grimmjow took a deep breath and loosened his grip on the product. He continued doing his job before he cleared his throat, trying to get Ichigo's attention.

"Uh…sorry about what happened before, Ichigo." The little berry looked up and straight into those sapphire eyes. "I didn't mean to…snap at you. I was just having a really bad day and took it out on you. …Sorry." Ichigo continued to look in his eyes seeing if his apology was genuine before smiling softly up at the blunet. Grimmjow could feel his heart fluttering and palpitating in his chest at how gorgeous that smile was.

Of course he was still angry that Ichigo was stomping on his heart, but he couldn't help being in love with that smile. "It's okay, I guess. We all have our bad days, yeah?" Grimmjow just nodded and continued to scan and bag the products.

It's time to strike, Grimmjow. Don't you dare hesitate! You have him right where you want him.

Grimmjow said his goodbyes and waited for the berry to disappear behind the window. He quickly closed down the market and made his way out the back. He didn't want Ichigo to get suspicious and he wanted this to happen, quick and fast. He knew he had to strike abruptly before the berry got home so he sprinted down the sidewalk. He could see the fiery hair in the distant and quickly pulled his hood over his blue hair. He slid into a small alleyway and sprinted down it, jumping over a small chain link fence. He slowed to a jogging pace and slipped into an alleyway near Ichigo's route and waited. He could feel the adrenaline in his veins and his heart thumping in his chest as he leaned against the dark, grey brick wall.

He could hear Ichigo's flip-flops getting closer as he approached the alleyway and then he attacked. He pulled the boy into the alleyway, listening as the grocery bag dropped to the ground, food spilling from it. The boy instantly went into fight mode, his many years of karate doing its justice. He swung his arm and it connected with Grimmjow's jaw, but the man didn't seem to care. Ichigo swung his leg and his now bare foot connected with the man's cheek, making Grimmjow's neck snap painfully. Grimmjow spit out some blood and glanced at Ichigo, seeing the murderous look in his deep sepia eyes.

The blunet looked back, his vision swirling a bit, but not too bad. He quickly swung at Ichigo, missing only by an inch, but his other fist connected with the boy's ribs, earning and groan of pain. He threw another punch having it connect with the boy's abdomen and watched as the boy swayed a little.

He didn't want to hurt the boy, but he had to calm him down before they beat each other to a bloody pulp. He kicked his leg out while Ichigo tried to get his bearings back and knocked him off of his feet. The boy fell to his knees, groaning in pain. Grimmjow could tell the boy could fight, but Grimmjow was stronger than he was. He was far more ruthless and he had a high tolerance for pain. He kind of hoped that he could fight a little longer with the boy, but the quicker he got out of there, the better it would be. He stared down at the mop of orange hair and raised his arm out.

The boy looked up, his chocolate eyes blurry and pleading. "Sorry…Ichigo." Grimmjow bit his lip and swung his arm down, his hand creating a chopping form and he hit the boy against the neck. His vision flooded with black fast and he was knocked out cold.

The warm wind blew through the deserted streets and alleyways. No one would know what went on that night. They only thing that was left behind was a ripped grocery bag, food spilling from it, a gallon of milk seeping out of the opening, staining the concrete sidewalk and a lonely gray flip-flop turned over on its side.


Hearts of the Hollow isn't a real book. Though it does sound promising, lol. So Grimmjow finally got his prey. I wonder what's going to happen now. Please review and hope to see you next chapter.