The sound of Ichigo's soft breathing next to him was comforting and he stroked Ichigo's hair affectionately, grinning ruefully at the scowl on his face as he snoozed.

Almost immediately after Grimmjow had said those three words-words he never thought he'd say-he rang the rest of Ichigo's friends and his own, informing them he'd found Ichigo.

He had left informing the police of Toshiro's whereabouts to his friends and took an unconscious Ichigo to that brat's hospital- Uryū or whatever he was called.

Since he was friends with him, Uryū handled his care personally. The damage Ichigo had received needed to be treated quickly and thoroughly. Not that Grimmjow knew what the fuck was going on, he just handed him over to Uryū and hoped to God Ichigo would be alright.

He was after about two and a half weeks. Although, 'okay' perhaps wasn't the right word. His wounds were closed up, almost gone and weren't causing too much pain and his tear was gone. Uryū had given Grimmjow his permission to send him home, though he was told to rest. And despite the fact that Ichigo hadn't liked the idea, he was doing as he was told.

The minute Grimmjow had him home, he'd laid him on his bed, turning to leave, but Ichigo had called out to him, crying softly in his sleep and Grimmjow couldn't bear to leave him. Instead he had lain next to him, talking to him gently as he slept.

His brows pulled together in concern when Ichigo let out a whine and pulled back a little, dreading the idea of him being in pain because of him.

"I'm fine," Ichigo muttered into his chest, yawning a little. "I was just cold."

"Oh, fuck, sorry."

He rubbed his eyes as he sat up a little, wincing slightly in pain.

"You should sleep some more," Grimmjow urged him. "Just lay the fuck down."

"So, am I right in guessing I lost?"

Ichigo's bleary eyes focused on the figure leaning against the doorway and Grimmjow cussed.

"What the fuck are you doing here Nnoitra?"

"Well, I wanted to see our little patient but it looks like he's being well cared for." He straightened, approaching the bed. "Looks like the car is all yours Grimmjow, you won the bet."

Grimmjow's heart hammered in his chest. What the fuck are you doing? he roared internally, glancing down at Ichigo in concern.

"What bet?" Ichigo asked, scowling a little. He assumed it was a bet on who would find him first and that just pissed him off.

"Oh, you didn't know? We were betting to see who could fuck you first."

There was a deathly silence as everyone froze.

Finally Ichigo sat up properly, staring at Nnoitra. "What did you say?"

"If I won the bet and fucked you first, you'd stay with me but if Grimmjow won and fucked you, he'd get my car."

Ichigo lowered his head, shaking.

"Ichigo," Grimmjow ventured. "It's not fuckin' like that, believe me. We made a bet but that was before-"

"Before what Grimmjow?" Ichigo's voice was acid and his eyes snapped up, boiling in fury. "I actually-so what… this was actually all a lie?" He shook his head, throwing back the covers and standing. "You know what Grimmjow? Fuck you."

"Ichigo, I'm telling you I was going to call it off! I really meant it. I do love you."

Ichigo scowled, ignoring the pain from standing so suddenly. "You do? If you loved me Jaegerjaquez, you wouldn't have made a bet on it." He winced as his leg began to shake, threatening to give. So much time in bed had made his body weak. "I shouldn't have believed you in the first place. I should have known this was all just a way to get into my pants."

Grimmjow stood as well, anger and pain sweeping his heart away. "What the fuck? That's not it! Just fuckin' listen to me."

"It's not?" Ichigo demanded. "Then what was all of the dates for, huh? All the outings and expensive presents… That all makes perfect sense now! I'm done Grimmjow. I don't care what you have to say. I should have listened to my own common sense."

He began to walk away, every step causing him pain but he took them nonetheless. He would really need to begin exercising.

"Common sense?" Grimmjow roared, grabbing Ichigo's arm, pain and confusion making him spit out poisonous words. "What common sense do you fuckin' have? Obviously not enough because you walked right into that white haired dick's trap."

Ichigo hissed in pain, ripping his arm from Grimmjow's grip. "You don't have any points on the bet part but you can rip into me about going to help a friend? Yeah, you really love me. And don't touch me bastard. Have you noticed these at all?"

He pointed roughly to where Grimmjow had grabbed him and Grimmjow felt a wave of revulsion roll through him when he realised he had been holding Ichigo's just closed up wound.

"I'm done," Ichigo repeated, shoving past Nnoitra and shuffling down the stairs.

Grimmjow watched him leave, half of him wanting to sprint down the stairs and force Ichigo to come back and the other half wanting to let him go to let them both cool down.

Nnoitra scratched his head, rubbing his foot against his leg awkwardly. "So, this is unfortunate. I thought he kn-" he was cut off when Grimmjow's fist connected with his face, sending the raven haired man reeling backwards.

"Shut the fuck up Nnoitra," Grimmjow roared, punching the wall as anger rolled through his body like a steam train. "Just shut up."

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Ichigo pulled off one of Grimmjow's leather jackets that hung from his hat stand and gingerly put it on before leaving the house. He shivered a little, pulling it around him tighter. He only had his tracksuit pants on-which he assumed Grimmjow had put on his last night and no shirt-only the jacket.

He wished he hadn't left; he felt sick and dizzy.

"Ichigo!"

Turning, he frowned as he saw Rukia's small form inch closer.

"Oh, I'm so glad I found you," she cried, throwing her arms around his neck as she squeezed him.

The application of pressure on his tender body was too much and he felt his legs give way even as he was growling, "Damn it Rukia, don't grab me too hard!"

She released him quickly, pulling her hands to her chest, staring down at him in concern. "Why, what happened?"

Ichigo gave a couple of deep breaths, hands on the ground as he gathered the strength to stand. "Nothing, don't worry about it. Why are you here?"

"Ichigo, I came to apologise. I'm so sorr-"

"Forget it Rukia." He placed a hand on her head to stop her talking. "It's fine already so don't apologise."

Tears threatened to escape her and she blinked them back, kicking Ichigo in the shins in anger.

"Rukia!" he cried, howling in pain, falling to the ground once again.

"Don't tell me it's fine. Grimmjow didn't tell me what happened, he didn't tell any of us what happened, but I could tell from how he was talking it was pretty bad and here I find you strutting around like-" Sniffling she clenched her fists. "Like it's nothing! Don't pretend to be fine when you're not. It's all my fault. If I hadn't of called you…"

He bowed his head before pushing himself back up. "Don't do that again, got it? And I already said it's not your fault." Gently he ran his hand over the scab at her neck, only concern reflected in his brown depths. "You would have been killed. I'm just glad I got there before Toshiro lost his cool."

Rukia encased the hand at her throat, pulling it to her face as she leaned into it. "Ichigo, I realised something when he took you. I-I was an idiot to cheat on you. I did love you. I really did but at the time, I loved them too. I made a mistake, a big one. But when I was on the phone to you, all I wanted was for you to come and save me like you always do. I just wanted your arms around me like they used to be." Cool tears slipped down her face, over their hands. "Ichigo, I really love you. I want to make us work again."

Ichigo lowered his head, grinning wryly. "Chose a God awful time Rukia." He looked up at her once again. "I can't Rukia, I just can't. We had what we had but neither of us really wants it to work anymore."

"No I do!" she cried, shaking his hand a little. "Ichigo, I didn't feel that way when I cheated on you, but I do now!"

There was a beat as Ichigo stared at her. "What did you say?"

"I love you and I want us to work," she repeated, smiling a little. "I just didn't know I felt that way until it was too late."

Ichigo's mind began to reel as he thought back to the argument he and Grimmjow had just had. That's right, maybe Grimmjow had made a bet. But who knows how long ago, maybe he hadn't felt for Ichigo what he told him he felt now.

Ichigo silently cursed himself as he withdrew his hand. He hadn't even given the man he loved a chance to explain and even denied that Grimmjow loved him. Yet when he had confessed to Grimmjow all those years ago, Grimmjow had believed him despite the fact he was a boy and a brat at the time. All he'd said was, "Call me when you grow some boobs." He hadn't said, "You don't really love me," and he'd given him time to express it.

When Rukia had cheated on him, he'd given her all the time in the world to explain-not at first, but later he had. He had wanted to know why she'd done it, see if they could change their position. But he hadn't given that to Grimmjow. He'd just believed from the word go that he didn't really love him.

"Ichigo?" Rukia prodded in concern, staring up at him with deep blue eyes. "What's wrong?"

Ichigo ignored her, pushing past as he sprinted back up the hill to Grimmjow's house, ignoring his protesting body.

Furiously he knocked on the door, panted as he waited for Grimmjow to answer. Stupid him had forgotten his keys and couldn't get in himself.

Grimmjow opened the door slowly and his weary and hurt expression all the answer he needed.

Suddenly Ichigo didn't even want to say the words he had come to say. All he wanted was Grimmjow.

Without saying a word, he grabbed Grimmjow around the neck, bringing him down in a passionate kiss, his body pressed against him.

Grimmjow responded just as eagerly, arms around his waist as he tugged him inside before slamming him against the door, closing it.

Warm hands trailed burning lines up his sides around to his chest and nipples. He froze however when Ichigo let out a moan of pleasure and pain.

At the lack of movement, Ichigo bit his ear before trailing kisses across his cheek to his mouth, staring into uncertain blue eyes.

"What about your injuries?" he asked in between Ichigo's kisses.

"I'm basically healed so, to hell with them," Ichigo growled in reply, kissing Grimmjow deeper, tongue snaking out to tangle with his. "Just fuck me."

Grimmjow's hesitation was gone in an instant and he ground against Ichigo before hoisting him up against the door so Ichigo could keep his legs wrapped around his waist. One hand supported the lithe body while the other reached into the band of his tracksuit pants, stroking Ichigo's semi-hard member.

Ichigo moaned, rolling his body to get closer to him, the urge to have Grimmjow's hands all over him dulling everything else. Ichigo wound a hand around Grimmjow's neck, fisting the teal hair, grinding his forehead against the other before kissing him again, seeking entrance to the hot cavern. His other hand pulled out Grimmjow's own erection, tugging it in rhythm to Grimmjow's pumps.

Grimmjow growled in excitement, kissing Ichigo's shoulder while he continued to stroke, thumb flicking over the sensitive head, making Ichigo shudder in pleasure.

Ichigo came first, head rolling back as pleasure swept through him, his hand speeding up Grimmjow's own release and moments later Grimmjow also came into Ichigo's hand.

Their breath was coming out in short pants, desire fuelling their fiery eyes as they continued to kiss each other.

Ichigo let his legs unlock from around Grimmjow's waist as he pushed him down to the ground, kneeling on top of Grimmjow.

He pushed at Grimmjow's shirt and it was off seconds before Ichigo's was, along with their pants. Ichigo ground his bare backside against Grimmjow's erection, one hand on Grimmjow's knee behind him and the other on his chest as he arched back, continuing the movement.

Grimmjow groaned at the insistent touch, his own hands still stroking Ichigo's quivering member. "Fuck," he cursed as Ichigo ground into him deeply. He reached out his hand and Ichigo leant down to receive it.

He sucked on the digits, licking them individually, enjoying the impatience and hunger reflected in Grimmjow's eyes which he was sure, mirrored his own. Grimmjow sat up, pulling Ichigo onto his lap to kiss him before urging him to turn around and lean down.

Kneeling on the floor, face pressed against the cold wood, Ichigo stared at him imploringly.

A single digit pressed against his hole, gently, uncertainly.

"Grimmjow," Ichigo growled out, shuddering as Grimmjow's other hand continued to stroke his erection.

"I don't want to hurt you."

"It'll hurt no matter what you do and hurt until I'm used to it so just put the damn thing in!"

"Used to it hey?" Grimmjow muttered as he pushed the finger in, wiggling it around to fit in comfortably.

Ichigo forced himself to relax, hissing in pain at the intrusion.

Another finger was added and Grimmjow began to scissor them, pulling the digits in and out with more vigour now.

Suddenly Ichigo cried out, shaking and gasping.

"What?" Grimmjow demanded, leaning forward, concerned.

"You idiot, it's normal to-ah…" he panted, letting out a long moan, caramel lips parting and brow furrowing in pleasure. "It's normal to cry out. You just hit my-" he yelp as Grimmjow pushed in again, brushing over his sweet spot, shuddering as waves of desire rolled over him.

Grimmjow grinned, excited by this new development and he continued to aim for that spot as his fingers swept in and out; loving the way Ichigo shivered and moaned under his touch.

Slowing as Ichigo neared his climax, he pressed his fingers once again to Ichigo's mouth, the other fingers still thrusting in and out. When his fingers came back coated, he rubbed it over his own erection that stood, extremely painful as it quivered in anticipation. He flipped Ichigo over once again, sitting him up on his lap, holding him above himself before slowly letting him engulf his hot member.

Ichigo's grit his teeth, fingers digging into Grimmjow's shoulders as he adjusted. Grimmjow regretted getting Ichigo into the position they were in because now he could see his face, he could hardly hold back and it took all of his self-restraint to not pull Ichigo up and down on him straight away.

Ichigo grinned at the pause, eye cracking open, teasing him. "Suddenly wimping out Grimmjow?"

Grimmjow growled, "Not fuckin' likely," before pulling the neon haired man off of him and then swiftly back down, aiming for that sweet spot he'd found before.

Ichigo threw his head back in ecstasy, moaning as he continued to be filled by Grimmjow. He lowered his face, kissing Grimmjow as they continued their movements.

Ichigo's hands found hair, pulling it. "Ah… Grimmjow…"

Grimmjow pushed Ichigo down, now leaning over him as he thrust himself in, eyes not moving from the captivating image of Ichigo before him.

His lips were parted, calling Grimmjow's name in between moans of pleasure, sweat trickled down his body, his hair wild as he arch his back, hands gripping tighter around Grimmjow's forearms.

"Fuckin' beautiful," he growled, leaning to kiss him, enjoying the musky scent and flavour of Ichigo.

"Grimm..." he moaned out wrapping his legs around Grimmjow's waist once again.

Ichigo didn't need to speak for Grimmjow to understand what he wanted and he adjust himself accordingly. They matched their speeds and touch, growls, moans and cries the only indicators they needed.

Ichigo wrapped his hands around Grimmjow's neck as he bit into the skin near his collar bone. He would claim this man as his own. The mark would be all he needed to prove that he belonged to him-never mind the fact that Grimmjow had made several of his own all over Ichigo.

There was no submission or domination in the exchange they were experiencing; it was just a connection-a connection that reflected their fluctuating relationship. It was new to them and it took work, but they were enjoying every moment of it.

Ichigo's moans grew higher in pitch as did Grimmjow's but it was when Ichigo pulled himself up, whispering, his voice husky and demanding in Grimmjow's ear, "Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, you are mine," that Grimmjow was sent over the edge, quickening his pace as shivers of ecstasy rolled over him, making him see white. He could feel Ichigo buck and arch underneath him, pressing his body up as he released and Grimmjow spilt his seed right along with him, into Ichigo's core.

They collapsed as the pleasure wanned, lying on a heap on the ground.

Ichigo snuggled closer, head on Grimmjow's chest as he hummed in satisfaction.

"Holy fuck," Grimmjow muttered, stroking Ichigo's arm as he held him.

"You've got that right," Ichigo replied, kissing his belly as he stared up at him, brown orbs half-mast in post-orgasm bliss. "But next time, I'm topping you."

Grimmjow glanced down at him before staring at the ceiling, enjoying the hot body next to his. "Next time?"

There was a silence before Ichigo sighed. "I'm sorry Grimm. I… I wasn't being fair to you. I should have let you finish explaining but I didn't. And you know what? I don't even care if you made a bet or not. You love me now and that's all I care about. I'm sorry for being a jerk. I-I really love you Grimmjow."

There was another silence and Ichigo shifted uncomfortably. Saying all of that had been difficult enough but the aching anticipation of Grimmjow's reaction was even worse.

Finally Grimmjow laughed, pulling Ichigo closer. "Fuck, I didn't expect that. Well, I didn't expect to fuck you either. It's fine Ichi. You were right, I was a big asshole. I shouldn't have made the bet, but Nnoitra…" Grimmjow growled, clenching and unclenching his fist. "But Nnoitra just fuckin' pissed me off! I just couldn't handle his cocky attitude. But then, you know… you fucked things up by making me fuckin' fall for you. I do love you Ichi. I just didn't know back then."

Ichigo nodded, eyes dropping closed in satisfaction, the words he had wanted to say and the words he had wanted to hear all said.

Grimmjow laughed ruefully, Ichigo's heated confession from all those years ago coming to his mind. "Call me when you grow some boobs." When all was said and done, he was glad Ichigo had called him again-even without the boobs.

XXX

The end guys :D Well, I mean… I ended it there but I'd be really happy to know whether you think I should continue it or not.
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