Hi again! I was quite surprised by how many people love the StarkxGrimm pairing and sadly there just aren't enough! D:

SO I've taken it upon myself to make a continuation of first one because…well, just because XD

PLUS the story I am inspired by had another scene I like and want to incorporate with a little twist of my own.

Enjoy 3

'Oh! Ah! Fuck! Fuck me harder!' 'Saya' moaned as her 'professor' thrust into her on his desk.

Grimmjow raised an eyebrow as he slumped in his seat and tossed popcorn into his mouth.

'I can't believe you brought me to a porn theater,' he muttered as the 'professor' proceeded to fuck his student harder. Stark stretched his arms behind their seats and then casually rested one arm on Grimmjow's shoulders.

'Well, I didn't want this to be a boring date,' he drawled with a smirk on his lips and crossed his legs as he kept his eyes glued to the screen. Though he could probably see Grimmjow blushing crimson even in this darkness from the corner of his eye.

'We aren't on a date,' Grimmjow muttered and munched on a few more kernels.

Stark didn't argue. He never did whenever Grimmjow denied their 'outings' as dates. He'd come around. Soon enough.

'Hey,' Stark breathed on the teen's ear as he leaned in close, making the boy shiver, 'wanna do it here?'

Grimmjow just stared at his bucket of popcorn, the cries of passion from the movie echoing in the fairly empty theater.

'Sensei, I…I want…' 'Saya' gasped as she was pounded into from behind now.

'What do you want, Saya? Do you want me? Or just my cock?' her professor leered in her ear as he gave a powerful thrust. She cried out passionately. And she wasn't the only one.

'S-Stark…' Grimmjow moaned, wrapping his arms even tighter around Stark's neck and burying his face in the crook of his neck. Stark stroked the back of Grimmjow's neck, twirling a strand of blue hair around his index finger.

'Go on, Grimm,' Stark cooed in his ear as he bounced Grimmjow harshly on his lap, his cock thrusting deeper into that ever tightening hole, 'be as loud as you like. No one can tell it's you.'

The seat creaked loudly though the shrieks from the movie covered them up. The darkness was just right as no one could see the two of making love right in the middle of the theater.

Grimmjow's back arched as Stark hit his prostrate dead-on. He let out a loud, strangled cry and, blushing harder, spread his legs even wider for deeper penetration. Tears pooled in his eyes at the pain and pleasure coursing through his body.

This was so shameful. Here he was in some random porn theater in a shady part of town being fucked raw by a guy who had raped him not more than two months ago. Since when had Grimmjow become like this?

His skin tingled as he heard Stark breathing harshly in his ear as the one known as the lone wolf drove his hard cock in and out of Grimmjow's pliant body with a passionate ferocity. Fighting the urge to chicken out, Grimmjow trembled as he licked Stark's neck. He suddenly choked on a cry as he felt the coil of pleasure in his abdomen tighten. He felt Stark tense up too before the brown-haired boy slammed hard into him and shuddered as he came inside Grimmjow.

'Saya' screamed as she orgasmed, Grimmjow's cry melding in with hers as he came hard on both himself and Stark.

Panting heavily, Grimmjow rested his chin on Stark's shoulder, trying to bring himself down from his orgasmic high. Stark rocked his body, his dick still buried deep inside Grimmjow. The blue-haired boy winced.

'Quit it,' he whined, 'it hurts enough without you moving.'

'Sorry,' Stark murmured, 'thought you'd be used to it by now considering how many times we've done it.'

Grimmjow chose not to answer. He didn't need Stark telling him how many times they've done it. He was well aware of their sexual encounters. And yet, he still couldn't understand why he did it with Stark.

Nobody knew about the depth of their relationship. Sure it was school gossip for the first month that Stark and Grimmjow were close buddies now but that was all everyone was going to know. Grimmjow didn't even tell Shinji what was going on between him and Stark. Because truth be told, he didn't know himself. Was he just playing around? Was he serious about Stark? Was Stark serious about him? What were they really doing?

'Hey,' Stark whispered as Grimmjow pulled his jeans on, 'let's leave. Girl's nothing but a whiny bitch anyways. Rather hear you orgasm any day.'

'Fuck off,' Grimmjow growled as they emerged out of the theater. He blinked and squinted as bright light attacked his eyes. 'Ugh, I fucking hate coming out of a theater. Fucking lights.'

'I swear,' Stark agreed, 'I'm starved. Wanna grab a bite to eat?'

Grimmjow nodded and the two turned around to leave when Stark suddenly froze.

'Shit,' he muttered and grabbed Grimmjow's hand, dragging him the other way, 'let's go the other way.'

'Huh? What? Why?'

'Because I don't want them-oh shit!'

'Oye! Stark! Where ya been, buddy?'

There had only been a couple of people hanging around the porn theater. Really seedy people actually. Which was why Grimmjow was so surprised to see a bunch of teens making their way towards the two of them. He'd never seen them before. Must be from the other side of town or something. Funny how they knew Stark though.

Stark's hand tightened on Grimmjow's as the teen who had called out to Stark came forward from the group with a wide grin plastered across his face. Grimmjow didn't like him. He looked creepy with his white bandana over one eye and stringy black hair all over his face. Plus he was freakishly tall and skinny. He looked like a child molester.

'Aren't you gonna say hi to an old pal?' the gangly guy said smugly as he looked down at Stark. Stark didn't smile back but maintained an impassive face.

'Hi, Nnoitra,' he replied curtly, before looking straight ahead again. Grimmjow raised an eyebrow at him. He didn't blame Stark for not liking this guy. But the thing that was bugging him was if Stark didn't like this Nnoitra guy then why did he know him?

'Aw! Is that all I get? After all we've been through? I'm hurt, Starky poo!' Nnoitra pouted and then grinned crazily.

'Tough love, Nnoi,' Stark answered and, pulling Grimmjow along, moved to sidestep the beanpole, 'I gotta go. See you around.'

'Whoa, whoa, whoa, I haven't seen ya fer like two months and that's the explanation I get?' Nnoitra quickly stepped in front of Stark, his grin still in place but his eyes now narrowed dangerously, 'C'mon, Starky poo! We were pretty tight! And then you up and disappear without a word! What happened? Got tired of hanging out with the Espada gang?'

That's when his eyes flicked to Grimmjow and widened. Recovering quickly, he smirked as he saw the two holding hands and crossed his arms across his chest.

'Ah,' he mused, 'got yourself a squeeze, huh? Not bad, not bad. Didn't know ya swung that way. He's kinda cute. So what's he like? In fucking, I mean.'

'None of your fucking business,' Grimmjow suddenly growled and stepped forward, eyes glittering. Like hell he was going to stand by and let a bastard like this beanpole insult him. Though this just made Nnoitra's grin widen.

'Damn! He's feisty!' he laughed. The rest of the gang laughed too.

Grimmjow glared daggers at them and curled his hands into fists. Now that he thought about it, he was itching for a fight. Then, he felt Stark's hand on his shoulder. He glanced at the lone wolf whose eyes were hard but he gave Grimmjow a look that said, 'let it go'. He unclenched his fists.

'I'm going to the loo,' he muttered to Stark, 'any place is better than being around these jackasses.'

The gang began to hoot at him. Scowling, Grimmjow quickly turned around and began to walk away. Stark proceeded to follow him but Nnoitra suddenly grabbed his shoulder. Grimmjow stopped in his tracks when he realized that Stark wasn't following him. He looked behind in surprise and saw Nnoitra giving him a shit eating grin as he patted Stark's shoulder.

'Go on,' Nnoitra leered, 'we're just going to catch up on things with Stark. I ain't gonna hurt him. We're just gonna…talk.'

Grimmjow was about to argue but then he saw Stark shaking his head. He snapped his jaw shut, glaring at Stark before turning on his heel and marching to the bathroom.

'Smart move,' Nnoitra murmured in Stark's ear at the blue-haired teen disappeared into the bathroom, 'don't wanna cause a scene here, huh?'

'What do you want, Nnoitra?' Stark said quietly.

'Nothing at all, Starky poo,' Nnoitra said casually, 'just wanted to know where ya been all this time. And now that I know, I don't blame ya. In fact, I might just forgive ya fer abandoning us if ya gimme a taste of that.'

Stark's eyes narrowed.

'No way in fucking hell, Nnoitra,' Stark said coldly, 'Grimmjow isn't a possession. And I'm not going to let you treat him like one.'

'Well, aren't ya a protective lover!'

'Shut up, Nnoitra. This conversation's over.'

Stark shrugged Nnoitra's hand off his shoulder and began to make his way towards the bathroom when a hand suddenly grabbed his shoulder in a vice like grip.

'We ain't done yet, Stark,' Nnoitra whispered maliciously as he shoved Stark back, making the teen stumble, 'see, I may be more forgiving but the rest of the boys…they aren't happy about you abandoning us. See, they looked up to you. And when you left us high and dry, they were damn pissed. And now, they want revenge. And I just can't deny them that, can I?'

Stark's eyes widened as he felt hands grab his arms and began to drag him backwards forcefully. He struggled to break free but it was useless. The hands just seemed to tighten their grip on him and pull him away even further. He watched helplessly as Nnoitra waved at him.

'Don't worry!' he trilled as he spun around towards the bathroom, 'I'll take care of yer guy! In fact, the guys can join me later on to comfort him!'

He cackled.

Grimmjow stormed in angrily and banged his cubicle door as he locked himself in one stall.

What the fuck was up with Stark? Why wasn't he letting him fight let along argue with Nnoitra? What was he afraid of? That something bad was going to happen and escalate out of control? Well, there was no way in hell he was going to let Nnoitra get away with this!

He leaned against the door, catching his breath and his piece of mind. Maybe he'll pass up on beating Nnoitra to a pulp. It really wasn't worth it. He just wanted to get away from here and get Stark away from those bastards.

Grimmjow frowned and clutched the front of his shirt.

Since when did his chest feel funny whenever he thought about Stark? Maybe it was just a phase. He did not like Stark that way! They were just doing this to comfort each other. At least…that was the reason Grimmjow hung around Stark. Or was it?

'Fuck, I'm going soft,' he thought angrily as he unlatched his stall door to leave. He jumped back when he saw his least favorite person leaning in.

'Hello, Blue,' Nnoitra purred, 'I don't believe we were properly introduced. The name's Nnoitra. What's yours?'

Grimmjow scowled and shoved the beanpole aside so he could get out.

'Leave me the fuck alone,' he muttered and began to walk towards the door when Nnoitra suddenly grabbed him by the shoulders and shoved him against a closed stall door.

'What the fuck?' Grimmjow yelped and glared bloody murder at Nnoitra, 'What the fuck gives?'

'Stark used ta be apart of our gang, y'know,' Nnoitra drawled as he sauntered close and slammed his hands on either side of Grimmjow's head. Grimmjow winced. He didn't like where this was going. 'We were all practically blood. Shared everything. Then he left us. And the next thing we know, he's here. With you.'

Grimmjow's eyes widened in realization. Here he was, pinned with no escape, by a guy who looked like a fucking rapist and in a deserted bathroom of all places. Of all the times he thought he was fucked, this was the worst of them all.

'Wonder what's so special about you that our Stark left us,' Nnoitra murmured as he lowered his head to kiss along Grimmjow's neck. Grimmjow flinched and suddenly began shoving Nnoitra off.

'Get off, you sick bastard!' Grimmjow snapped as he kicked and punched at every square inch of Nnoitra. He found an opening and threw his fist forward, catching Nnoitra right under his jaw.

The teen's head reeled back, giving Grimmjow the opportune moment to duck under those spindly arms and escape. However, it was only a hope.

Snarling, Nnoitra lunged at Grimmjow, slamming against a sticky wall. The impact made Grimmjow's head reel, making him oblivious of the fact that his captor had now wrenched both his arms behind his back and was tying them up.

'I'm going to make you fucking bleed for that!' Nnoitra snapped as he spat out blood from the corner of his mouth. 'I'll fuck you so hard you won't be able to feel anything after this!'

He roughly turned Grimmjow around, making the boy flinch as he saw Nnoitra bandana-free face and realize what had been used to tie him up. He squirmed uncomfortably as he stared at the scarred eye that now seemed to dominate that scary face, making it look practically demonic.

Without warning, Nnoitra crashed his lips against Grimmjow, making the boy choke out a protest. But it was lost amid the groans and teeth and blood.

'Mmmm,' Nnoitra uttered lustfully as he grabbed Grimmjow by the chin so that he could look him straight in the eye. He licked his lips. 'Tasty.'

'You're sick,' Grimmjow spat out, his skin crawling as Nnoitra slipped his hand into Grimmjow's pants from behind. 'Get your fucking-ah!'

He shuddered as two fingers were roughly shoved up his ass and began scissoring him. Pain shot up his spine and his knees threatened to give in under him. Nnoitra cackled maniacally and pressed his body against Grimmjow. Grimmjow flinched as he felt the teen's boner rubbing against him.

He felt suffocated. He couldn't breathe. He wanted out NOW. He increased his struggles desperately. He couldn't let this happen. He needed to escape. He needed to find Stark and get out before…before…

'Mmm you're warm and sticky inside,' Nnoitra murmured against his ear as he buried his face in Grimmjow's neck, his breath making the teen shiver. 'Did Stark fuck you already? What a fucking slut you are! Meh, least I don't have ta prepare ya!'

'G-Get off me,' Grimmjow gasped, his writhing getting feeble as his heart sank lower in his chest. It was no use. Why was he still struggling? He couldn't stop this. It was going to happen and he just had to accept it.

It all happened fast. One minute, three fingers were wriggling away inside him. Next, his pants were off and he was thrown to the ground. He was going to get a concussion soon. He could already feel something warm trickling down the side of his face.

He let out a pitiful cry as something thicker and longer rubbed against his abused hole. Nnoitra didn't wait for him to get ready. He immediately thrust in and started up a fast pace.

'Fuck, you feel good,' Nnoitra moaned, nails digging into Grimmjow's bare hips. He gave a hard thrust that had Grimmjow screaming. 'I could do this all day.'

The churning in his stomach paired with the indescribable pain lacing up his spine made Grimmjow want to throw up. He wanted to cry. But crying would mean that Nnoitra had gotten to him. And the least he could do to maintain his dignity was not cry like a fucking pussy.

'Stark!' he gasped as wave after wave of pain eroded his body. Nnoitra scowled. Then, without warning, he slapped Grimmjow's ass. Hard. Grimmjow cried out in pain.

'He ain't coming ta save ya,' he hissed. Grimmjow could barely hear him. He felt so nauseated and numb. 'The boys are taking care of him. So scream as much as ya like. No one's coming.'

No, no, no. He was lying. And yet…he was telling the truth. Grimmjow didn't know which it was. But either way, it was painful to think how helpless he really was right now.

It was like he'd gone mute. He couldn't hear his yelps of pain, nor hear Nnoitra grunting above him. All he could do was feel.

He felt his hole tearing and bleeding. He felt the cold stickiness of the floor as he moved under it in erratic jolts. And he could feel Nnoitra's filthy hands roaming all over his body and his cock driving out of him like a hacksaw over wood. This was torture.

Nnoitra came with a grunt, his nails digging into Grimmjow's skin as he shot his load inside him while shuddering in satisfaction. He gave a content sigh and released Grimmjow, letting the boy roll over on his side in a panting heap. He pushed his hair off his face and wiped his sweaty brow as he grinned wickedly down at Grimmjow.

'Hey, Nnoitra, you done?' grunted a voice outside the bathroom.

'For now,' Nnoitra answered, making Grimmjow shiver. Nnoitra gazed down lustfully at him. 'How you boys feeling right now? I need a couple more minutes before I can do it again. Care to entertain him in the meantime?'

Grimmjow's eyes widened in fear and he scrambled to stand up. He wasn't going to be a fuck toy. No way in fucking hell was he going to be this bastard's fucking toy for today-

'Still trying to get away? How pathetic!' Nnoitra exclaimed gleefully and suddenly grabbed Grimmjow's hair so he could throw him back harshly on the mucked up floor. He then proceeded to lift the teen's head so that Grimmjow could watch the gang of smirking and cackling teens troop in, some even licking their lips as they saw Grimmjow's predicament.

'Line up, boys!' Nnoitra barked, 'And play nice! Don't break him for the rest of us!'

He laughed like a madman.

'Man, that was fucking awesome!' barked the broad teen as the gang filed out of the dinky washroom, 'haven't had sex like for fuck knows how long!'

'What person in their right mind would have sex with you, Yammy?' snickered a pink-haired member. Yammy glared at him.

'Oh my, he was good and tight,' one individual with wild blue hair groaned, 'I'm getting hard again.'

'Shut it, Aaroneiro, you got more turns than you deserved,' growled someone else.

'Five times just wasn't fucking enough!'

'Not our fault ya came in the first five minutes every time! Pussy!'

'What you call me?'

The arguing and bickering finally faded away. Grimmjow's eyes finally fluttered shut, letting loose the tears he had forced back all that time. He could still hear their jeers and laughs in his ears. They were bouncing off walls, echoing in corners, and resonating like amplifiers in his skull.

He raised shaky hands to cover his ears, hoping it would block out the sound but to no avail. They only seemed to get louder.

His lower body felt numb. He couldn't feel anything except cold. At least they had the decency to untie him before they left. Something about that being Nnoitra's favorite bandana.

Grimmjow never hated someone so much as he did right now. He wanted to gouge that fucking beanpole's eyes out and use a knife to carve that stupid face to pieces. He hoped that bastard burned in hell and he would personally oversee it was done.

'Burn,' he croaked through dry lips, his throat raw from all the screaming. His cheeks felt wet from all the tears streaming down his face. Great. Another part of him wet from the deed forced on him. How he wished Stark was here to comfort him.

'Stark!' he suddenly cried out in remembrance and sat up quickly. He swayed and wobbled as he staggered to his feet using a sink. That was when he caught a look at himself in the mirror and flinched in revulsion.

He was a fucking mess. His shirt was torn, one sleeve barely hanging on, and stained with semen. His hair was everywhere and looked like he hadn't washed it in weeks. But his face…he looked like he'd been whacked with a baseball bat. There was a bruise forming at his jaw when Yammy punched him from trying to crawl away. His eyes were bloodshot from the tears he forced back and finally let loose right now.

And his neck…

His skin crawled as his fingers feathered over the bite marks that hadn't even started to heal. A streak of blood trailed down his slender column now and he felt like throwing up for real now.

But he didn't have time. He needed to find Stark.

Thank God his shirt was long enough to cover his lower half. He didn't have the energy to slip his pants on though after scanning the bathroom, he realized that someone had tried to flush it down the toilet so it was too wet to wear now anyways.

Fucking bastards.

The porn theater was practically empty now. There was nobody there except the ticket man in the booth and he barely glanced at Grimmjow. Guess boys covered in semen and blood were a natural sight around here. Though Grimmjow was glad. He didn't want to be sidetracked from trying to find Stark. Which was seeming futile since he didn't know where to start. Perhaps the back?

Well, that was just as pointless. The back alley was as empty as inside save for the yowling alley cats and dumpster.

'He's probably not even here,' Grimmjow thought miserably to himself as he hobbled back to go inside. He felt himself shaking again and this time from the heartache of being abandoned. 'He probably didn't care to try saving me and just left.'

That's when his eye caught something from the edge of the dumpster. It was a pair of bare feet. Grimmjow's heart lifted and he limped forward, using the dumpster for help. He knew he was hoping too much but what choice did he have, stranded at a porn theater while it got steadily darker. He might as well get raped again but what was so new about that? He was used to it.

He felt sick at his attitude. Like he'd just accepted that fact that being raped was all he was good for.

'Well, what if it's true? You're nothing but a whore,' a cruel voice whispered in his mind. He felt like crying again.

'Stark?' he called out feebly as he rounded the corner and his heart almost swelled. It was Stark. Beaten, bruised, and broken, but it was still Stark.

He collapsed at Stark's side, using what little strength he had left over to shake Stark awake.

'Stark,' he called out faintly, 'Stark, wake up! Fucking hell, Stark, I need to get fucking home so for fuck's sake, wake the fuck up!'

Stark suddenly coughed and twitched to life, keening over the side to hack up spit. He shook his head as if to get a bearing on where he was and touched his head before hissing. Then he turned to Grimmjow and squinted.

'Grimm? That you?' he murmured as if he couldn't believe his eyes. Grimmjow forced a grin.

'The one and only,' he replied, 'can you get up? Shit! What the hell did they do to you?'

'Fucking hell, I think I almost went into a coma,' Stark grunted as he supported himself on his elbows, 'they fucking beat the shit out of me! Guess I can't blame them after I-wait a second! Nnoitra! Fucking hell that bastard!'

Stark's hands curled into fists and he turned to Grimmjow, his eyes glittering with malice.

'Where is he?' he breathed threateningly. 'I'm going to beat him within an inch of his life and then I'm going to rip that out bit by-!'

'They're gone, Stark,' Grimmjow cut in, 'forget about those losers. Let's just…let's just go home…'

'Grimm, you don't understand, I can't just-Grimm, where are you pants?'

Stark's stared wide-eyed at Grimmjow's bare legs, his eyes travelling from Grimmjow's face to his legs and back. Then, it finally dawned on him, and his eyes narrowed.

'I'll kill them,' he growled, 'I'll kill every single one of them.'

'I know,' Grimmjow tried to laugh it off, 'and I'll join you in that.'

Stark gave him a strange look. Like he didn't know whether he wanted to cry or scream. Then, he raised a hand hesitatingly and cupped one of Grimmjow's tear-stained cheeks. A moment of silence lapsed between them and Grimmjow almost forgot what had happened. It just felt nice to have Stark touch him so gently like this. Then…

'Grimmjow, I think it's best we don't see each other after this,' Stark murmured. Grimmjow's eyes widened in shock and he wrenched himself out of Stark's hand, out of the warmth. Stark looked hurt.

'What the fuck, Stark?' Grimmjow uttered in disbelief. 'NO! You can't decide anything for me, ok? I know what's right for me and this-!'

'Isn't,' Stark interrupted, as if pained to hear what Grimmjow might say. He reached out a hand to touch Grimmjow again. 'Grimm, I'm so-!'

'Don't say it!' Grimmjow snapped and slapped Stark's hand away in anger. He didn't want to be angry but he couldn't help it. Stark was being an asshole right now. He just didn't get it. Grimmjow didn't care. 'Don't you fucking dare say it! I don't want to fucking hear it! If you do I swear…I swear I'll hate you!'

Stark blinked at him before sighing.

'Then maybe that's best,' he whispered quietly. Grimmjow felt like hitting him now. He wished Stark would stop saying stupid things like that. Why couldn't anyone get it? It didn't matter to him anymore because…because…

'I'll take you home,' Stark continued, 'but this is the last time we'll talk, Grimmjow Jaeguerjacques.'

'Grimm! Class is starting! Hurry up!' Shinji called as he sprinted down the hall.

'I'll catch up! Go on! Don't wanna make you late, Shin!'

'Why'd you do that?' Stark murmured quietly from behind his locker as Grimmjow approached him in the now empty corridor.

'Because I want to talk to you,' Grimmjow said bluntly.

'There's nothing to talk about.'

'Don't give me that bullshit.'

'Grimmjow, I thought I told you-'

'Damn it, Stark, don't think you can decide when it's over whenever you want!' Grimmjow suddenly banged Stark's locker shut angrily, his blue eyes blazing into Stark's calm grey ones though those eyes seemed to be focused on the yellowing bruise on Grimmjow's face from that day.

'You're not the boss of me, okay?' Grimmjow snapped, 'You can't tell me to fucking stay away from you when you started all of this! This is all your fucking fault, Coyote Stark, so take responsibility for doing this to me! Because if you had just left me alone I wouldn't be all up in your fucking grill wanting you to look at me, and to-touch me and k-ki-kiss…'

'Kiss you?' Stark said calmly. Grimmjow felt his cheeks burn but he nodded, not breaking eye contact once. This was his only chance to make things right again and he wasn't going to mess it up.

'Have you forgotten that I raped you, Grimmjow Jaeguerjacqes?' he continued coolly, sauntering closer till he had Grimmjow pressed up against the lockers now. 'That I kidnapped you and fucked your brains out without even hesitating? Have you conveniently forgotten so that I can look like a good person in your eyes? Because I'm not. You saw the people I hang out with. You saw what they were capable of. What they did to you.' He voice got caught in his throat as he uttered this. 'I'm capable of that, too. In fact, I've already done that to you. Which is why you should stay away from me. It's for your own good.'

Sighing, Stark turned around to leave. He'd said his bit. He just hoped Grimmjow would understand and finally leave him alone.

Then, he suddenly felt a tugging at his sleeve. Startled, he looked back and saw Grimmjow, his face contorted in determination.

'Why?' he demanded, 'Why is it for my own good? Why do you call yourself a monster even though you're not!'

'You don't know anything about me.'

'I don't fucking care what happened to me, Stark!'

'Grimm, I'm sor-!'

'I told you not to say it!'

'Why?' Stark suddenly snapped and banged a fist on the locker inches from Grimmjow's face. The sound resonated in the hall. 'Why won't you let me say it? It's my fucking fault that this happened to you! Ever since we became friends nothing but bad things have been happening to you! You got gang raped, Grimmjow! Why won't you fucking acknowledge that! Why won't you let me apologize for what happened to you!'

'Because it wasn't your fault!' Grimmjow shouted back.

Stark blinked stupidly.

What?

'It's not your fault,' Grimmjow breathed, taking advantage of Stark's stunned silence, 'Nnoitra's rotten to core so whatever happened, he would have done it even if you weren't there! Hell, he would've done it to any kid! I'm just glad it was me because anyone else would've broken down and given him the satisfaction that he has power over people! He's nothing but a bag of dicks!'

Silence issued between them with Grimmjow glaring angrily while Stark looked on with a raised eyebrow.

'That's it? That's why you won't let me apologize ever?' he finally asked impassively. Grimmjow scowled.

'I got myself into this and I'm not going to have you apologize for it,' Grimmjow said curtly. A smirk almost tugged at his lips as he leaned against the lockers and crossed his arms. 'So whatcha gonna do about that?'

Stark smirked.

He suddenly swooped in and kissed Grimmjow, parting just as quickly. He watched in satisfaction as Grimmjow's shocked face transitioned to a scowling one burnt red.

'What the fuck was that for!' he snapped, looking ready to punch Stark, 'who the fuck gave you permission to do that, huh! Fucking pervert!'

'And don't you forget it,' Stark murmured as he wrapped his arms around the boy's waist and this time, kissed him passionately for a longer period of time. He didn't struggle.

'Fuck you,' Grimmjow muttered as he shoved Stark off and began to leave. 'I got class so I'll see you after-!'

'Hey, Grimm?' Stark lightly grabbed the boy's wrist. 'Thanks. For…for just being you.'

'Che. Whatever.' A smile played on Grimmjow's lips but he didn't let Stark see it. Didn't want him to get anymore smug.

'I'm allowed to say 'thank you', right? Or is that also against the rules when dating you?'

'We're not dating!'

'What? Then we're fuck buddies?'

'What the fuck? Fuck you, Stark!'

'Janitor's closet's this way if you'll follow me.'

'You are so fucked up it's not even funny.'

Though he followed anyway.

I hope the banter in the end didn't bother or bore anyone. Well, this is to satiate those StarkGrimm fans (including myself!) so please review and lemme know if you guys would like a sequel of anything else in this collection ^^