Hey, first of all, I apoligize for spamming your inboxs with "chapter 4". There were so many mistakes in the first three chapters and I didn't know any better way.

Anyways, here's the real chapter 4!

Thanks a bunchies for beta'ing Cerulean-Guava x]

Chapter warnings: (proper) lemon, swearing

Chapter 4

Grimmjow had a messenger bag swung casually over his shoulders, his face still and always pulled in that trademark grin. He was wearing a dress shirt with two missing buttons (he ripped them out of frustration when he couldn't dress properly) which left an opening to the top of his chest. His jeans were baggy, and hung nicely over his lean legs. Grimmjow ran a hand through his hair. He was getting impatient. "Hey, Ichigo, you ready?"

Ichigo tied his laces on the porch and skipped after his lover. "Coming."

"What the fuck took you so long?" Grimmjow spat. "Were you checking yourself in the mirror? I was waiting for you for five whole fucking minutes."

Ichigo glared. "I timed it. It was only three. And show some gratitude to the man who stayed awake all night to get you into school so fast." One of his laces escaped the loop. Muttering, Ichigo bent down to fix it.

"Shut up." Grimmjow said. He walked towards Ichigo and placed a hand over his waist, nudging their hips together. Ichigo shuffled under his grasp, but was otherwise accepting. Grimmjow felt his crotch tighten. He swallowed his instincts and spoke with his figurative heart. "I've been waiting for you for the entire time. I want you now, not in another five minutes."

Ichigo stood up. He pressed two fingers to Grimmjow's shoulder. "You know, we're early for school. If we hurry, we might get fifteen minutes of fucking time in the back parking lot."

Grimmjow grinned and marched right through Ichigo. With a smirk, he flipped the orange-haired teen onto his shoulder and marched ahead in this awkward way. "I'm aiming for twenty."

"Greedy bastard. Put me down."

"I'm never letting go."

Grimmjow slammed Ichigo against the brick wall. "This place private enough?"

"Yeah." Ichigo breathed. He felt Grimmjow's hard member press against his own. The boner was contagious. He quickly felt his own cock swell in excitement. Grimmjow seemed to have noticed and, almost immediately, swung his hips forward, making Ichigo groan in pleasure.

"Hurry it up, we haven't got all day."

"Right, right." Ichigo began tearing at his pants. The morning sun splashed on his naked skin as tingly warmth shivered down his spine. He threw his pants onto the ground and started stripping Grimmjow. Apparently, Ichigo wasn't fast enough, because Grimmjow started thrusting at Ichigo's erect cock. "Nggh. Stop that. You're distracting me."

Finally, they were both nude. Without hesitation, Grimmjow flipped Ichigo on his back and thrusted inside of him. He reached his left hand forward and grabbed Ichigo's cock, pumping him to the rhythm of his thrusts. Sweat gathered on Ichigo's brows. He was pressing hard against the brick wall, supporting both his and Grimmjow's weight. Grimmjow raced through with his thrusts. He was strong and fucking horny and Ichigo's ass was just so fucking tight. Each time he'd thrust, Ichigo's body straightened and his hands scraped against the wall.

At long last, they stopped. Ichigo was panting and sweating and his hands were almost bleeding. "The showers are open all day long. Pull up your pants and let's go."

"That felt so fucking good." Grimmjow said. Much better than last time, for sure. "All I need now is your wonderful kiss."

Ichigo smirked and held out a hand to push Grimmjow away. "You aren't getting that, not until we get back at least." They hit the showers and shared a stall. Grimmjow made sure to waste no time and as soon as they were naked again, straddled Ichigo's thighs and brushed against his opening with his member.

"Nggh." Ichigo moaned. He swallowed his hands to silence his pleasure. "They can hear us in here. Hurry it up."

Grimmjow ignored him and hoisted the orange hair teen off the floor. "Don't protest, they'll hear us, remember?"

"You greedy fucker!" Ichigo said. "How did you become so possessive all of a sudden?"

"Shh." He took one of Ichigo's legs in either hand and split them apart. Grimmjow turned Ichigo around and placed his opening on top of his hard member. He took Ichigo's legs on either side of him and started thrusting again, the shower head raining in the background.

"We're never going to get to class on time!"

"Never thought you were the studious type." Grimmjow smirked. "You're spilling it all over me." He pressed the head of Ichigo's erection. The orange head arched his neck back and stuffed his hand inside his mouth again to suppress the sounds. Grimmjow grinned and put Ichigo onto his own feet again. He bent down and whispered. "I'm your doll." Grimmjow's tongue ran swiftly past Ichigo's cock. Nothing could block Ichigo's moan of immense pleasure.

"Grimmjow, Grimmjow! You have to stop now, stnghhhop, sto – ugh!"

"Your body is telling me otherwise." Grimmjow was standing again. He rose up one leg to dig his knee between Ichigo's legs. "Scream my fucking name!"

And this was how Ichigo missed his first and second period class.

"Oh, look at this. We have third period together, and then lunch." It wasn't much of a surprise. Ichigo was on friendly terms with the secretary, Nel-Tu, and he had tweaked Grimmjow's schedule so they would share the day together. Suddenly, a hand crept on his ass. Ichigo almost regretted his decision. "I liked it better when you were violent and annoying."

"Well, me, I like your tight ass best." Grimmjow smirked. "If for everything nice, and endearing that I say, if I can get a nice fuck like this, I'll wash you with praises."

Ichigo walked away from Grimmjow's grip. He couldn't hide his smile. He had a great fuck too. But a slight fear still tapped his mind. He couldn't risk Grimmjow being taken away from him. "Next time you do that, I'll kiss you so hard that you'll stay a doll for an entire week."

"Our next class is biology. We have this really creepy teacher called Ichimaru. Try not to get in a fight with him. You're stupid temper is his favorite type."

Grimmjow grunted and said something arrogant which Ichigo didn't bother to hear. "Midget approaching." Grimmjow added. "She seems serious."

"Ichigo, what is the meaning of this?" Rukia had to tilt her head an entire one hundred and thirty degrees to stare Ichigo into the eye. "How the hell did he grow so big?"

Ichigo laughed nervously. "I was going to tell you on Friday, but then Grimmjow here started attacking me. And then I decided to wait until Saturday, but something ended up happening, and then you guys came over on Sunday."

"Renji saw you guys in the back, doing stuff." Rukia stated plainly. "Stupid as he is, he saw it. I've convinced him not to tell, but I don't think he's dealing with it too well. He's gone home now."

"What, why?" Ichigo asked stupidly. "He's that scared of dolls?"

"No." Rukia said. "It's something else, something you would know if you had a speck of brain cells. But on account of my friendship with Renji, I cannot tell you."

"He's wants to fuck you." Grimmjow said plainly. "That motherfucker wants to fuck you."

Rukia sent Grimmjow a death glare. "The motherfucker you are talking about happens to be my best friend."

Grimmjow challenged Rukia. "I don't give a fuck. Ichigo's mine."

"I'm sure he is." Rukia said seriously. She turned to face Ichigo. There were more pressing matters. "But Ichigo, Kiego also saw. He and Renji were together."

"Kiego? Oh what the fuck is this!"

"Can I kill Kiego?"

"Yes, Grimmjow, yes, you can kill him!" Ichigo banged his head against a locker. "Why the fuck did Kiego have to see? Who the fuck gets to school at 6:30 anyways? Who the fuck even goes to the north parking lot except to have sex?"

"Don't bother stopping him. He'd kill someone for attention. This is just screaming at him to be killed." Rukia said. "Ichigo, you should think of what you are going to say instead, when people come forward with the questions."

"Yeah, you're right, Rukia. Thanks. For everything." Ichigo sighed. "Come on, Grimmjow, let's bear the scandal together."

"No problem." Rukia said. "I'm going to class. Lunch time. We'll talk then."

"I like her." Grimmjow smirked when she left. "She has a good sense of humor, makes up for her height. Jesus, come on, Ichigo, man up. You even said yesterday that you don't give a flying fuck about being gay. It's all – !"

"You like Rukia?" Ichigo's eyes were dark. "You don't even know Rukia and already you said that you liked her. What about me, here, huh? I haven't heard one sweet thing out of you that hasn't got to do with sex."

"Seriously?" Grimmjow scoffed. "This is what you're bitching about? You're scared to be seen with me because you think I don't like you, not because I'm a fucking voodoo doll?"

"Fuck yeah!" Ichigo said. "I never saw you so happy until you were screwing me in the ass. I never saw you smile like that, now even when I told you I was gonna keep you!"

"That's because I'm not some dependent little bitch!" Grimmjow seethed. "I'm not the doll you wanted. I'm not going to crawl back in my porcelain form just so you can cuddle me like a little bitch. I'm a person, I have my heart and I want my fucking freedom!"

Ichigo's temper flamed. He grabbed Grimmjow by his collar and pressed him towards the wall. "I bought you because I thought you were beautiful. I just didn't know how ugly you were inside."

Grimmjow's eyes widened in shock. Without warning, his fist flew passed Ichigo's face and he kicked Ichigo back. "Fuck you, Kurosaki. I thought you were different, but you are the fucking same as every other one of them."

A trail of blood decorated Ichigo's lips. He hastily wiped it away on his sleeve. His mind was dizzy from the beating. Grimmjow was too fucking strong and out of control. He suddenly wished that he tried harder during the karate classes he attended as a kid. Maybe if he did, he would be able to beat Grimmjow to a bloody pulp at his feet and force an apology from his lips. Oh dear God, what was he thinking. "I think I know now why nobody wanted your pathetic ass! You're either like this or a fucking annoyance, a pain in the ass!"

Trigger. Ichigo was pressing all of Grimmjow's buttons and the blue haired teen did not react so well to it. He quickly closed the distance between them and punched Ichigo repeatedly in the face. "Fuck you!" Blood poured through. "I should have never …" His fists continued. "Gave you my fucking heart!" When he finally withdrew, Ichigo fell limply onto the ground. A mass of red started from his nose. It was hard to recognize him, amidst all that pain. "Shit, shit, shit."

Grimmjow realized what he had done and quickly scooped Ichigo into his arms. He ripped away his sleeves and wiped Ichigo's face. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. I'm sorry, Ichigo, I'm sorry. I get out of control. Fuck, you know that. Fuck, fuck, fuck, what have I done." He pressed his hand on Ichigo's chest. His heart still beat. Ichigo and everyone else were right: he is a monster, a heartless, back stabbing monster that would bite at the hand that fed him.

"Fuck … you." Ichigo stammered. "Go to hell."

"Ichigo!" Grimmjow cried. "Say something, say something!"

"You fucking bastard, I just did." Ichigo sat up and wiped the blood from his face. "Just like you, I'm not some dependent little bitch."

"I take that back, and everything else I said!" Grimmjow cried. "For you, dammit, I'll swim in fire. If you hate me, if you want to get the fuck out of your life and just die, I fucking will."

"Fucking idiot." Ichigo seethed. "Have you been asleep the entire time? Did you forget what we were arguing about?" That was as close he would get to demand an apology.

Grimmjow grabbed Ichigo's hands. He swallowed the rising feelings in his throat and stared deeply into Ichigo's eyes. "I … I love you."

"Good because I love you too."

"Ichiigooooooo!" Kiego threw himself at the orange head teen. "What happened to your face? Is that blood on your shirt?"

Ichigo saw half the class looking warily at him. Unfazed, he reached for Grimmjow's hand. Then, Kiego had the nerve to ask him who Grimmjow was and, immediately, he introduced Kiego's face to his fist. The smaller teen was sent reeling away. "How many people have you fucking told?" Ichigo demanded.

Kiego laughed nervously. "Not a lot. Just Rukia, that's all."

Everyone became quiet. Eyes swept towards Ichigo and his doll. Question poured from their lips as they crept closer to the orange hair teen. "Ichigo, you got hot chicks after you, and yet you choose someone with a dick?" "What is this, some measure of desperateness?" "Going so fast, eh?" Grimmjow could not take it anymore. He stepped in front of his lover and pushed everyone away. Those he deemed looked tougher received a nice punch in the face. Ichigo had had enough. He took Grimmjow's arm and led him to the front of the class. "What Kiego saw was true." He said out loud. "I fucked this man."

That shut people up. Grimmjow looked towards Ichigo for reassurance. "Ichigo, I'm just a doll … You don't have to …"

"Shut the fuck up." Ichigo said with a smile. "I don't care more." He turned again towards the class. "I am also in love with him. Keep your homophobic comments to yourself because I don't give a fuck. I'm in love with Grimmjow Jeagerjaquez and nothing can fucking change that."

There was a bit of silence. Then Orihime stood up. Her eyes were red, presumably from heartbreak and tears, but she forced on a smile, cleared her throat and announced loudly: "K- Kurosaki-kun, I support you!"

Tatsuki followed. "I'm glad you don't give a fuck because neither do we. But, wanna introduce your friend to us?"

Happiness surged. Ichigo pushed Grimmjow in front of him. "Grimmjow Jeagerjaquez. He's the new addition to our biology class."

"Ichi-chan." From the shadows, a figure emerged. Everyone was silenced by his presence. Ichimaru had been listening in the entire time. "'s my job as the teacher ta introduce the new student." He strolled in with that grin plastered on his face towards Grimmjow, his eyes still sleeping somewhere. Gin lifted his hand and offered it to Grimmjow, who took it hesitantly and they shook. But Gin's fingers started running over Grimmjow's palm, looking for a specific vein. "Yar a strange one, hm? I can't find yar heartbeat. Ya mind if I touch ya neck?"

Grimmjow stepped away. "What the fuck are you?"

"Jus' yar teacher, Grimmjow, but I'm one hundred percent human. What are ya?" Gin stepped closer to the blue haired teen, his face wavering in front of Grimmjow's fist, but the latter was rooted by his words. "Ya're a special one."

"Leave him alone, sensei." Ichigo interrupted. "He has medical disorders!"

"Medical disorders? Ain't that swell. I used ta be a doctor, ya know. Mind if I check up on ya?"

"Leave him alone." Ichigo's eyes turned dark as he guided the speechless Grimmjow away from the teacher and towards their seats. "It's about time you start class, sensei."

Ichigo was walking unusually close to Grimmjow. The doll sighed. "Geez, wake up already, I can take care of myself. I ain't scared of that foxed up bastard."

"That makes one of us."

"So, where are we going now?"

"We're going to see Rukia. She has a fetish for my business, which happens to include you."

As they climbed the stairs to the rooftop, a short, dark haired girl greeted them with a smirk. "Took you long enough." She said as she brushed away a loose strand of hair. "I assume you told everyone about your, little, situation. I got five texts already and a hyperventilating Kiego. Nice to see you doing well, Grimmjow, after Ichimaru's examination."

"Examination?" Grimmjow repeated. "How the fuck did you know about that?"

"He does that with everyone." Ichigo sighed. "It's his personal introduction: welcome to class, I'm the creepy ass teacher you need to keep your eyes on seeing as I have none! We need to watch out for him."

"Definitely watch out for Ichimaru." Rukia confirmed. "He's only half serious, which means the other half of the time, he's plotting bloody murder. Rumor has it that he's on a personal level with Sousuke Aizen."

"Aizen?" Ichigo repeated. "You mean the guy who was trialed for murder, but died before his trial could take place?"

"Ichimaru was pretty involved with the entire thing. He was even supposed to testify. Hey, Ichigo, do you think maybe Ichimaru was the murderer, but he framed Aizen and then killed him so he wouldn't be pulled into it all?"

"Seems probable..." Ichigo glanced towards Grimmjow. The doll was staring off the balcony at the gym class playing soccer. "What are you looking at?"

"Huh? You're talking to me?" Grimmjow said when Ichigo joined him. "Nothing, they seem so free. There's nothing enclosing them, nothing which forces them to stay, yet, they do remain."

"It's called human rights." Ichigo smiled. "We live in a free country."

"Hmph." Grimmjow was still thinking. "Do you think, Ichigo, I can stay with you forever? Will you keep me for as long as your life lasts?"

"Yeah, well, when I die, won't you be completely free then? Nobody to kiss you, nobody to put you back to doll form."

"No." Grimmjow said. "Your kiss breathes life into me, and I'm saying this seriously, not for sex. It's a literal term. When we kiss, we share a soul. Yours brushes against mine, which will never wake, and I'm able to remain human for a while. But twenty four hours, that's the limit."

"Why the fuck didn't you tell me this earlier?" Grimmjow was quiet. "Well, you should have. And that's a fucking stupid question. Of course, I'll keep you, not just for the length of my life, but for as long as the world lasts."

The wind brushed into their hair and swept into their clothes. "You know this feeling I get, now?" Grimmjow said. "It's like we're immortal. It's like we'll live forever."

"Yeah, well, you'll always be a timeless doll."

Finally showing signs of a plot x]

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