A/N: Yes, I know, I'm bad person. I'm sorry, seriously, I thought I would have free time after AP testing. God forbid I have free time. Anyway, summer break=fucking fantastic for you guys. If you guys still want to stone me after this chapter you can. That is, if you don't want another chapter *sly wink*.

Disclaimer: I disclaim and shit.

Warnings: Cussing, juicy man smut, implied killing. No blood this time, weird...

Ichigo blocked out the sounds of Shinji and Nnoitra fucking in the other room as he wiped Grimmjow's brown with a cool damp cloth. He had gotten used to Shinji's sluttish tendencies long ago, when the blonde had lived with his brothers and himself in a small, slightly cramped 2 bedroom apartment on the very edge of Las Noches. Granted, not many of Shinji's partners had lasted this long, but Ichigo supposed that was good thing. Maybe. Maybe he could use this situation to his advantage…if not simple blackmail, perhaps something else….

The redhead was distracted from his thinking when Grimmjow's head shifted under his hand.

Ichigo's eyes widened slightly as they meet sparkling blue veined with red stress veins. The fuck was he doing awake? A small smirk was playing on his boyfriend's lips as the blue-haired man said nothing, simply looking at him. Well 'looking' might have been a bit of an understatement. More like 'undressing with his eyes'.

"You should be resting, baka." Ichigo commented, turning to dip the the damp cloth in a small bowl of cooled water. He shouldn't be surprised the man was awake he supposed, he had shaken off enough sedatives to down a normal man, what was a little/lotle pain from a bullet wound that had just been semi-haphazardly cleaned and sewn up on his living room couch? No biggie it seemed.

Grimmjow's smirk grew larger. "How the fuck do ya expect me ta rest when those two perverts are fucking loud enough to wake the whole goddamn neighborhood?"

"We're over ten stories high, Grimmjow." Ichigo noted dryly as he wrung out the water in the towel, shifting slightly so his legs wouldn't cramp in their folded position underneath him.

"Does that not illustrate my point?"

Ichigo shrugged as he returned the cloth to Grimmjow's forehead. "Perhaps…if you rested I would possibly accept that point of view."

His lips twitched as his boyfriend rolled his cyan eyes. Ichigo was exhausted, yeah, and he was more than slightly pissed that Grimmjow had been shot, sure. But there was really no way he could not smile with Grimmjow around, even a patched up, should be resting but stubbornly awake Grimmjow. He was just too…addicting. Too full of himself, too full of life.

Even laying there with a leg shot up and blood drying into the sofa beneath him, Grimmjow looked as if he could spring to his feet at any moment. Constantly ready, eyes flicking around in almost indiscernibly vigilant, methodical fashion. Ichigo had noticed that early on. Every few minutes Grimmjow would do that, scan the perimeter, check the windows, the doors, shadows, ect. Small eye moments, barely detectable, very swift, usually coinciding with his natural movement, a head turn, a stance. It was very professional, Ichigo had noted.

Ichigo didn't work that way himself, he was more a 'feeling' person, not a 'seeing' person. Could usually…feel a threat in his environment. It was…different. More…primal? If it was possible to be more primal that Grimmjow…no. It was unnatural. It was…other.

Ichigo was again pulled from his thoughts when he felt a warm hand cover his idle one resting on the side of Grimmjow's head. Blinking brown eyes met inquisitive electric blue.

"Something up, princess?" Grimmjow's beautiful crooked smile couldn't mask the slight concern in his gaze.

Ichigo couldn't help but smile softly. "You come back home all shot up and shit and you're asking me if I'm okay?"

There was no heat in Ichigo's voice and Grimmjow's brow furrowed slightly. Ichigo's old bf had been killed for being involved in criminal activities…why was he acting so cool with what happened? Maybe the situation had been different…from the sound of it, the guy, Kaien, had been brutally slaughtered…and Ichigo's had mentioned his father was a doc as well. The redhead was obviously used to seeing and treating bullet wounds.

Grimmjow shifted uncomfortably on the couch as it struck him (again) that he hadn't really explained to Ichigo that he was in a gang. He supposed now it was pretty obvious that he had been keeping the truth from him but at the moment, as he looked that the calm man sitting next to him, it looked to Grimmjow that Ichigo didn't seem particularly mad. Or nosy. The last relationship Grimmjow had been in the guy had been very inquisitive about what Grimmjow did and made no attempts to curb his blatant curiosity in every fucking thing Grimmjow did for his job. Maybe this was a blessing or maybe…maybe Ichigo didn't really care. Grimmjow frowned at that. Maybe Ichigo…didn't really care. For him.

Panic seized Grimmjow for about two seconds.

...Before he brushed it off.

Ichigo wasn't that kind of guy. The kind of guy that got into a relationship that he didn't really care about. Especially after all the shit he had been going to in the last year. Ichigo had initiated their relationship, something Grimmjow was finding to be the best fucking thing that had happened to him in long time. When Ichigo had picked himself up out of that depressed state he was reliable, funny, understanding, cooked like a fucking boss (even though the redhead denied it), was great in bed (something Ichigo knew all too well), and apparently had a cool head in demanding situations. Everything Grimmjow looked for in a partner, but rarely got.

Thinking about all the things Ichigo was kindled a small bit of remorse for keeping his actual job a more or less secret from the man. Grimmjow shifted again, this time pushing himself up on his elbow as well as he could, allowing the damp cloth to slide off his head and onto the couch, so he could look Ichigo in his heart warming sepia eyes. The espada restrained from wincing at the spike of pain from his leg.

Grimmjow gazed seriously into those eyes as he began, "Look, Ichi. I…I guess I haven't really been honest with you and I-"

The espada was suddenly stopped by a pair of warm lips on his. The kiss was soft and chaste, a light pressure that shut Grimmjow up in surprise. In the months they had been together, Ichigo's kisses were dominantly, well, dominant. Nothing like this innocent, closed mouthed, sweet kiss they were sharing now.

Grimmjow's eyes fluttered in shock as Ichigo broke the kiss and looked that the bewildered espada with those warm chocolatey eyes.

"Your job, you love doing it. Right?"

Grimmjow blinked at the sudden question. "Well. Yeah." Grimmjow unconsciously ran a hand through his already messy hair. Though he sometimes griped at the position he was in as an Espada leader in Grand Fisher, he still fucking loved his job. He loved fighting when he could, he cared for his subordinates like family, hell, the Espadas were family. Especially among higher ranks. Especially the Vastos. He would do anything for his family. To protect them, their power, their longevity. Maybe some more than others, Aizen was a wily bastard after all. But Nnoitra, Stark, Nelliel, Harribel, Ulquiorra…hell, even Szayel….

Grimmjow noticed Ichigo smiling a little wider. As if he understood….

"I'm not gonna get on your ass for doing something you love, Grimm. Not for things you have to do. Not for what you are." Ichigo leaned forward to capture Grimmjow's lips again, more insistently this time. Grimmjow closed his eyes as Ichigo's tongue slid over his bottom lip, lifting a hand to brace the back of the redhead's neck. He didn't really want to leave the conversation at that, he wanted everything cleared up between them, honesty and trust between them.

And yet…he knew too much information could hurt Ichigo, or put him in a dangerous position. He knew the redhead could hold his own but Grimmjow really…didn't want Ichigo out of his life. Ever. Especially because of a stupid thing like being a Vasto Espada. Maybe he was being selfish and he was setting himself up for a greater fall later on but he could't let Ichigo go like that. He couldn't break him like that….

So Grimmjow gave into the kiss, turning it steamy as he looped an arm around Ichigo's waist and pulled the redhead closer. Careful of not moving his leg unnecessarily of course, he didn't want their little session ending early.

Ichigo leaned over Grimmjow as the man laid back down on the couch, bracing his arms against the sofa as the espada pulled him down. Tongues tangled sensuously and Ichigo fit a knee between Grimmjow's legs as the kissing grew steadily more aggressive. Ichigo's hand began to wander down Grimmjow's torso, fingertips brushing over the faint blue happy trail and ghosting over the hem of the man's boxers. Ichigo smiled into the kiss as he felt his boyfriend buck up slightly, hardness nudging the redhead's inner thigh. He really didn't want Grimmjow to be doing anything too physically strenuous for the next couple of days, lest he stupidly open his wound, but that didn't mean they couldn't have a little fun.

Ichigo slipped his hand into Grimmjow's boxers, deliberately neglecting the pulsing cock and instead pressing his boyfriend's hip down insistently.

The redhead pulled away from the kiss to nibble teasingly at Grimmjow's jaw. "A little eager, ne?" Ichigo dragged his blunt nails across the taunt skin of Grimmjow's hip, chuckling at the half-growl he received for his ministrations. "Hm, well then Grimmjow, what do you want me to do?" Ichigo moved so his lips were hovering a millimeter away from Grimmjow's mouth. "Tell me," he breathed as he gently nudged Grimmjow's crotch with his knee and gripped the man's hip, digging his nails into the tanned skin.

Grimmjow held back a snarl and a whimper at the sound of how fucking sexily Ichigo said his name. Ichigo's hand was not two inches away from his dick and it was diving him crazy. He half wanted to flip Ichigo over and take him completely unprepared but he knew Ichigo would get majorly pissed if he fucked up his wound. Grimmjow allowed his arm to drop sliding down to harshly grab Ichigo's prefect ass and the grip on the kid's neck twisted to fist the hair at the back of Ichigo's head. Grimmjow began sucking and biting at his beautiful boyfriend's neck, appreciating the soft gasps and a low moan he caused before growling into the man's neck.

"Suck me off."

Ichigo shivered at the utterly commanding tone in Grimmjow's voice, the heat that had begun pooling in his stomach suddenly intensifying. Ichigo whined wantonly as Grimmjow continued to work at his neck. The redhead pulled away before he could make anymore sounds and began to slowly move his body so his face was positioned at Grimmjow's crotch, lusty brown eyes always trained on Grimmjow's face. Despite how eager Ichigo was, the redhead moved his hands achingly slowly, pulling the waist band of Grimmjow's boxers down steadily until the man's formidably thick member was released from the restricting garment, wagging proudly in front of Ichigo's mouth.

Not breaking eye contact, the redhead flicked his tongue across Grimmjow's leaking slit. He dropped his gaze, fluttering his eyelashes in pleasure at the slightly salty taste of his boyfriend as he swirled his tongue around the head. Ichigo took the mushroom head in his mouth and sucked harshly humming in appreciation of the low growl Grimmjow emitted.

He felt the intense cyan gaze on him, even if he wasn't looking, so he moved his hands to steady the base of the cock and opened his mouth and ran his pink, slick muscle down the underside of Grimmjow's turgid length. Ichigo knew what he looked like as he batted his eyelashes erratically, still not looking up, and breathing heavily. He looked hot, bothered, and completely fuckable. Ass wagging in the air, fingers wrapped almost delicately around Grimmjow's dick, Ichigo knew how delicious he looked as he began to bob his up and down between his boyfriend's legs.

Ichigo loved being a sluttish, horny, dick-sucking uke- especially for such a sexy, powerful man like Grimmjow. The redhead's brow furrowed in erotic pleasure as he arched his back impossibly and picked of the pace of his bobbing. After a few mind-numbing minutes of this Ichigo suddenly relaxed his throat and took all of Grimmjow in, nose brushing at soft blue wisps of hair. Strong fingers immediately tangled in his own orange hair as he swallowed around Grimmjow's dick.

Suddenly the redhead was so hot he couldn't stand it. Ichigo's hand flew to his own crotch as he quickly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his own member to stroke desperately at matching his insane deep throating tempo. He felt his boyfriend thrusting just as desperately up into his mouth as they both raced for the finish, chests heaving, sweat beading.

Grimmjow came first, grunting a feverish curse as Ichigo swallowed around him once more, throat muscles working him to blinding completion. As the slightly salty substance filled Ichigo's mouth Grimmjow blinked blearily down as the beautiful redhead. A stray drop of cum trailed down the man's chin as sepia eyes fluttered open and closed as Ichigo simultaneously sucked Grimmjow dry and beat himself off frantically. The dazed, horny look in his boyfriend's eye had Grimmjow literally yanking Ichigo up by his hair so their mouths collided in a mess of hot breath and wet muscle, gunshot wound be damned. Grimmjow relished the taste of his own essence from Ichigo's mouth as moved one hand to lightly touch Ichigo's mushroom head.

That was all it took. Ichigo whined into Grimmjow's mouth as he came, load splattering over Grimmjow's still slick member and hand. Their mouths separated as Ichigo pulled away to breath heavily, burying his head in the crook of Grimmjow's neck. Grimmjow smiled and moved his hand from Ichigo's crotch to lick it clean. The espada had discovered early on the he was rather partial to how Ichigo tasted, strange as it was. He moved his other hand to slide down Ichigo's back to pull up the man's jeans that had fallen slightly in their activities. It was a moment before Ichigo had caught his breath and moved to button his jeans on his own. He also reached down and slipped Grimmjow's now soft member into his boxers before kissing his blue-headed boyfriend on the forehead.

"Sleep," the redhead whispered before making to get off Grimmjow.

A strong arm tightened around Ichigo's waist, stopping him. "Don' leave," Grimmjow murmured sleepily into Ichigo's ear, tickling it.

Ichigo chuckled softly. "I'm not going to sleep on top of you, dumbass, I might fuck up your leg even more."

"But if ya leave, I'll feel like a dirty whore ya've used ta get off for your own enjoyment."

"Who said you aren't?" Ichigo countered impishly, smirking at Grimmjow's low growl. "Keep your panties on, I'm gonna go grab a blanket and come right back."

"Promise?"

"Yes, daddy." Ichigo moved off of Grimmjow to stand up and roll his tired shoulder muscles.

"I like the sound of that, 'daddy'."

Ichigo shook his head as he made his way down the hall to the master bedroom to quickly strip out of his day clothes, throw on his pjs, and grab a cotton sheet and pillow from the bed before making his way back to the living room. He continued to ignore the erotic sounds coming from the guest room.

Grimmjow was already breathing deeply by the time Ichigo flopped down on the floor next to the sofa. The redhead nestled his head into his arms on a part of the sofa cushion Grimmjow wasn't occupying. He watched the steady rise and fall of his boyfriend's chest, thoughts growing sober.

'In that chest, there is a beating heart,' Ichigo thought. 'Pumping blood through that beautiful body with every contraction.'

If Nnoitra had not managed to make it to the apartment, that heart would have pumped all of Grimmjow's blood out of his own body. Of course, even before all the blood was gone Grimmjow could have died of blood loss.

Could have died.

Died.

DIED.

Ichigo's nails nearly broke the skin of his palms, he was curling them so tightly. The redhead forced himself to relax, to quell his anger. He wasn't angry at Grimmjow. He shouldn't be mad at anybody. The man who shot him was dead, Nnoitra had said so.

'Too bad,' Ichigo thought aloofly. 'I rarely have the chance to kill for revenge.'

Ichigo frowned at that thought, shaking his head almost violently. No, he couldn't do that. He couldn't combine his two worlds. Ichigo had to keep that dividing line between his life and his 'job'. The line he had made for himself when he dropped out of school to join the family business full time, to control himself. The line that had been wrecked when that order came in last winter. That line couldn't be crossed, or marred, or removed. He had recreated it in his time with Grimmjow, he had to. For Grimmjow. For himself.

As much as he cared for Grimmjow, as much as he wanted to protect him, that line could not be crossed. He had his 'job' to satisfy his…needs…and he had his work at Gin's and friends that had to be separate from that. They had to be separate. Including Grimmjow. Those kind of things kept him sane, made him the closest to human as he and his brothers could get. Ichigo tried not to think of what he would to if someone killed Grimmjow, for the sake of the line.

'I'd kill-' Ichigo shook his head and screwed his flickering eyes shut. No. Separate. SEPARATE.

Ichigo narrowed his eyes darkly in the crook of his arm, feeling Grimmjow's quiet breathing through the sofa cushion. Never could those two worlds meet. Ever.

Ichigo sighed as he lifted his head, suddenly very tired. He mindlessly moved his hand to trace his fingers over Grimmjow's exposed chest scar. The skin felt nice, soft and smooth and incredibly warm. Ichigo's eyes began to flutter shut as tried to figure out why the scar seemed a little…familiar. He felt as though the scar was a trivia question, and the answer was on the tip of his tongue.

But honestly, Ichigo was exhausted. He had had a fucking long day, who could blame him? The redhead dismissed the familiar feeling and let himself fall into slumber, dreaming of heavy rain and familiar but unfamiliar blue eyes- his hand resting on Grimmjow's warm scar.

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