Final installment of the StarkGrimm duo! I thoroughly enjoyed writing about Stark and I have to admit that I had to redo quite a few of his lines because he's not like most characters! He's kinda...calm and collected about everything, even when he's wrong and admits it. This one's pretty lengthy and I hope it's the closure you all wanted! Enjoy ^_^

'Shit!' Grimmjow cursed as he looked out through the clear plastic roof of the bus shelter. Rain drops began to splatter even faster, making it almost difficult to see anything 3 feet away.

He sighed and leaned against the cooling plastic wall. So much for going to the park tonight. He'd been busy all day but he wanted to see Stark so bad that agreeing to a late night outing to the park seemed like a good idea at the time. He should have known that the monsoon season was coming soon. Who knew that 'soon' meant tonight of all nights?

'Boo,' a husky voice whispered in his ear. Grimmjow jumped and grabbed his ear, which was already tingling and sending that same feeling all over his body. He looked over his shoulder to glare at the culprit.

'Can you not sneak up on me?' he snapped. Stark chuckled and shook his mane of wet hair.

His white shirt and jeans were already soaked to the bone. Grimmjow could easily make out that well-sculpted chest under the wetness. He gulped and looked straight ahead instead. He didn't want Stark to know that he'd been staring.

'Where's your car?' he mumbled and looked out. There was no sign of the Mustang anywhere. 'Didn't you say you'd bring it?'

'Mmmm, didn't feel like it,' Stark answered and wrapped his arms around Grimmjow's waist, pressing his wet body to the blue-haired boy's back.

'Stark! You're wet!' Grimmjow complained and tried to squirm away.

'Not yet but we'll get there,' Stark remarked, resting his chin on Grimmjow's shoulder while pressing his face into the boy's neck. Grimmjow could feel his body heating up at that comment.

'I thought we were going to the park,' he mumbled, trying to change the subject. He'd given up squirming and just decided to let Stark do what he wanted. Right now, it looked like the lanky teen wanted to kiss Grimmjow's neck all the way up to his jaw.

'Not in the mood anymore,' Stark murmured, his breath ghosting against Grimmjow's skin.

Was it just Grimmjow or was it getting hotter? And why were his ears burning like they were on fire? Must they always heat up whenever Stark was so damn close to him?

'If you had your car we coulda gone somewhere.'

Stark sighed in aggravation and suddenly turned Grimmjow around. He then proceeded to push the wide-eyed teen against the side of the shelter and attack his lips with his own. There was a carnal hunger to that kiss, like Stark hadn't touched Grimmjow in ages. The gasp that escaped from the blue-haired teen's lips was melodious and inviting. His voice literally begged Stark to fuck him right there and now.

'S-S-Stark!' Grimmjow said breathlessly as they parted, a trail of saliva running down the side of his mouth, his eyes already lidded in lust and wanting.

He wanted to stop but once Stark started, he wouldn't, or couldn't, stop. And Grimmjow liked that. He liked that about Stark. So strong and forward in what he wanted. Perhaps that's why he was dating the wolfish teen.

No, they weren't dating. Grimmjow would never admit it. Because if he did, then Stark would insist that Grimmjow was the female of the duo and Grimmjow hated being the weaker one despite the fact he did the taking. It wasn't his fault that Stark was an animal when they fucked and that it felt so damn fucking good. To be filled so completely that it pained and pleasured him beyond anything he could have ever dreamed of.

Fuck, his dick was twitching now. He gave an involuntary buck into Stark's hips, who hissed as Grimmjow grazed what felt like a forming hard-on in Stark's pants. Wow, it sometimes boggled Grimmjow on how much he affected this dark-haired teen.

Stark growled when Grimmjow moved his hips away. He grabbed Grimmjow's waist harshly and thrust against it, making the blue-haired teen cry out in longing.

'Oh, fuck, Stark!' Grimmjow cried out through gritted teeth, burrowing his face into Stark's damp chest while the dark teen continued to rub their clothed erection together in a frantic rhythm. The shelter wobbled at their wild thrusting.

'Still wish I had my car?' Stark panted, his hands now slithering down Grimmjow's hips and around to grab his ass firmly. Grimmjow hiccupped at the sudden grab, twisting his hands in Stark's shirt. Now being as wet as Stark, he felt cold and clung closer to Stark, even though the dark teen was the reason Grimmjow was shivering in the first place; both from pleasure and from the cold.

Stark flexed his hands around those perfectly round cheeks before pushing Grimmjow's body against the shelter. Breathing out haggardly, he lifted Grimmjow so that his feet barely touched the ground.

'Pants,' he murmured, his lips pressed hotly against Grimmjow's ear. 'Off. Now.'

Grimmjow nodded frantically, biting back a moan as Stark licked his lobe before biting into it. His hands were shaking as he tried to unbutton his pants. They kept slipping as Stark swirled his tongue in his ear. Fuck, if Stark kept this up he'd have no choice but to rip his pants off instead.

'Finally,' Grimmjow hissed as the button pulled free. At the sound of Grimmjow's zipper going down, Stark flicked his eyes down and smirked. He removed one hand from Grimmjow's ass to snake down to his pant opening.

'Fuck!' Grimmjow gasped as Stark's hand clasped around his erection. His hands scrambled over the dark teen's wet back, trying to get a grip, while simultaneously wrapping his legs around Stark and locking his ankles tightly. 'Fuck, fuck, shit! Stark!'

He let out a strangled cry as Stark flicked the head of Grimmjow's erection. He then slid his hand up and down the length, spreading the precum evenly. Grimmjow's breath hitched as Stark squeezed the base and wriggled uncomfortably when Stark refused to move his hand. Stark's breathing had slowed down and gotten heavier. He rocked forward, his still restricted erection rubbing against Grimmjow's.

Grimmjow tugged him closer, craving the friction that was making stars dance across his eyes. Fucking hell, he needed this. This was all Stark's fault he was like this: hard, wet(in both senses), and damn hell, craving a good fuck.

He whined pitifully as Stark's hand slid from his dick to his balls, running his hands lightly but ever so suggestively that Grimmjow shuddered all over. And when that same hand, now slicked in his precum, drifted lower to his entrance, Grimmjow jumped forward, flexing his thighs around Stark's waist and tightening his arms around the boy's neck. He heard Stark breathe deeply from his nose.

'Fuck, the things you do to me, Grimm,' he murmured, his finger lightly tracing the puckered hole.

'Che. What's that?' Grimmjow didn't know why he asked. He just liked it when Stark talked like that to him. Like he needed Grimmjow. Just like Grimmjow needed him.

'Well, for starters, I wanna rip your clothes off and fuck you senseless till you can't talk.'

'Aren't you the charmer.'

'Your fault.'

'Suureee. Just fuck me already.'

It took Grimmjow three blinks to realize he was going to be fucked, no pun intended; one blink for Stark to flip him over, another for him to yank Grimmjow's pants to his ankles and another to bend Grimmjow over.

'What the- FUCK!' Grimmjow yelped as Stark entered him in one thrust.

Stark threw his head back as he savored Grimmjow's muscles flexing around his length, adjusting and squeezing in all the right places. He groaned deeply. Being around Grimmjow, whether in him or with him, felt fucking fantastic each time. Though right now, being inside him was utter and pure bliss.

Gripping Grimmjow's hips, he eased out a little before rocking forward, twin groans echoing in the pouring rain. Stark hissed between his teeth, leaning forward so that his body hovered over Grimmjow's. He could see the boy's legs were shaking due to the intrusion in his asshole. Grimmjow's entrance was still trying to push him out. How long had it been since they fucked? Should he go easy today?

'Fucking hell, Stark, move!' Grimmjow growled angrily. His palms were pressed against the shelter wall and he pushed back on Stark's erection, letting it slide in deeper. He hissed at the feel and increased his rocking, trying to get as much pleasure as possible.

Stark looked down in awe, watching as his erection slipped in and out of Grimmjow's ass in a steady but slow rhythm. Well, that just wouldn't do. They weren't going to get off if Grimmjow kept up at this pace.

He quickly stilled Grimmjow's hips. The blue-haired teen looked over his shoulder quizzically, his eyes in a haze. They widened when Stark pulled out and slammed in abruptly. In fact, Grimmjow's legs almost gave out under him because of Stark's brutal attack. And they kept shaking as Stark followed each thrust with a harsher one, never relenting, the smacking of flesh on flesh seeming to spur him on to go faster and faster.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,' Grimmjow chanted, his palms now sweaty from the heavy action and were sliding down the wall to leave behind handprints.

'Need…a…better…angle,' Stark grunted. Without warning, he used one foot to push Grimmjow's right leg out, almost causing him to do a split and lose his balance.

Grimmjow cried out in shock at the sudden action but was cut off by a deep throaty groan from himself because of the new, deeper penetration. His eyes rolled to the back of his head. Oh fuck, he must have gone to heaven because this was so fucking amazing.

'C-C-Com…coming…' he garbled out, feeling his dripping erection bouncing against his stomach.

He didn't know if he should reach down and finish himself off or just stay like this because if he dared move his hands he might as well fall flat on his face. God, Stark was pounding so fast and hard into him, he was surprised the shelter hadn't keeled over.

Stark wetly kissed the back of his neck, his hands now barely holding onto Grimmjow's hips. His thrusts became more erratic and frantic. He was close, so very close…

'Fuck! Stark!' Grimmjow screamed, scrunching his eyes shut and feeling cum spurting out fast and hard.

His hole clamped tightly around Stark's length, making the dark-haired boy hiss. He started moving faster until he shuddered involuntarily and came inside Grimmjow.

The sound of the rain got louder as they came down from their high, breathing hard.

'Oh, fuck,' Grimmjow groaned as Stark pulled out of him and he finally collapsed onto the cool ground. He looked at the wall and turned red as he saw some of his cum sticking there. 'Double fuck…'

'Up for another round already?' Stark panted as he plopped down behind Grimmjow. He then proceeded to wrap his arms around Grimmjow and leaned forward so that his chin was resting on the blue-haired boy's shoulder.

'Sex fiend,' Grimmjow muttered and leaned back. He didn't care if he was going to get wet. He was already messy enough. It didn't matter. And besides, looked like they were both going to have to run home in the rain. Which brought something curious and off to his attention. He frowned.

'Dude, this is the first time you went anywhere without your car,' he voiced out loud.

'Mmmm…'

'Why?'

'Because.'

'Because what?'

'Just because.'

'Stark, what happened?'

'Nothing.'

'Bullshit.'

'Seriously, Grimm, it's nothing. I just didn't feel like bringing it.'

'Spill or I'm leaving.'

'Don't act like a chick, Grimm.'

'Fine. See ya.'

'Grimm…' Stark stood up with Grimmjow and grabbed his arm before the teen walked out of the shelter. Grimmjow glared at him. Stark narrowed his eyes and released Grimmjow's hand.

'Okay, okay,' he sighed in exasperation and threw his hands in the air. 'Tires needed fixing. Happy?'

'Why?' Grimmjow asked and crossed his arms.

'Didn't have enough air. That's all.'

'Why do I get the feeling you're still fucking lying to me?'

'I'm not.'

'Bye.'

'What the fuck? Okay, okay, fucking hell, Grimm, someone had slashed the tires!'

'And by someone you mean Nnoitra.'

Not necessarily.'

'Fine. The big guy. Yammy, Lammy or something.'

'What else, Sherlock? Care to guess what underwear he was wearing as well?'

'Ha, ha. Stark, you gonna tell the police what's going on or what?'

'No.'

'Why?'

'I don't like 'em.'

'Oh, wow, so logical.'

'You don't understand, Grimm.'

'We've been fucking over this, Stark! I need you to take me more seriously now!'

'That's going to be hard considering your pants are around your ankles.'

'Fuck you. The point is, you can't let Nnoitra get away with this all the fucking time! You think slashing tires, chasing you out of certain parts of the city, is something fair? It's not! If you're not going to the police then let me! I've got a clean record so they might look into your situation-!'

'No, Grimmjow, I don't want them involved.'

'Why the fuck not?'

'Because…' Stark mumbled something.

'Whaaat?'

'Because…if I ratted him out he's going to hurt you.' Stark looked up to see Grimmjow's face red with anger and his hands balled into fists.

'That fucking scumbag,' Grimmjow said through gritted teeth. 'I'm going to fucking skin him alive! If he thinks, for one fucking moment, that he's going to get away with this then he's got another thing-!'

'Leave it, Grimm.'

'I don't get it sometimes, Stark! You can beat that piece of shit into the next century yet you refuse to! Just beat him up and get it over with!'

'I can't. I don't want to fight him. I just…' Stark frowned like he was pained by the thought. 'My…my old ways of life hurt you, Grimm, and I'm sorry if I sound so sappy right now but I don't want to go back to them because of that. If I go back…I don't know if I'll be able to come back to you. And I really don't want to lose you. You've made my life…worth it. Y'know?'

Grimmjow knew. Stark wasn't the guy he was before. Grimmjow had seen the transformation. Hell, Stark could even say more than five words to Shinji and that was something for Stark! So Grimmjow understood where Stark was coming from. But honestly, it pained Grimmjow to see that Stark was still suffering. Especially at the hands of a dickhead like Nnoitra. Somebody needed to teach him a lesson. Grimmjow didn't care how. Someone needed to push that guy's head in the dirt and make him eat his own shit.

'Fine,' Grimmjow answered shortly. Stark blinked in surprise.

'Fine what?' he asked curiously.

'Fine, I won't talk about it anymore.'

'…You promise?'

'Sure.'

'You swear?'

'Yeah, Stark.'

'Grimmjow…'

'What do you want me to do? Sign a blood oath? I swear, I won't talk about that fucking dickwad ever again! Happy?'

'For now.' Stark sighed, closing his eyes for a minute. Then, he opened then and leaned in to kiss the tip of Grimmjow's nose. Grimmjow turned bright red and covered his nose and mouth.

'What was that for?' Grimmjow tittered angrily though it sounded muffled.

'For being cute.'

'Shut. Up.'

'So we running in the rain?'

'You see any other option?'

'We could fuck again.'

'How is that going to get us home?'

'Who said anything about getting home?'

'Fucking pervert.'

'Yeah.'

'Grimm!'

'Whaaat?'

'Where you heading?'

'Somewhere.'

'Wow, that sounds like fun! Can I come?'

'Shut the fuck up, Shin. You know I ain't telling.'

'And yet, I still ask. C'mon, Grimm, you've been really secretive lately! Skipping school, getting out early. You've even had me lie to your mom! What gives?'

'I've got things to do, Shin, and I ain't telling what.'

'Why?'

'Because I don't want to.'

'You 'fraid I'd tell someone?'

'Like hell you would.'

'You 'fraid I'd tell Stark then?'

'…'

'You just flinched.'

'I did not.'

'Grimm, there something you don't want him to know? I ain't going to ask what's going on between you two. But I know he cares a lot about you. So are you about to do something he don't like?'

'…You could say that.'

'Am I going to like it?'

'Depends.'

'Depends on what?'

'On whether I'll get out alive.'

'Grimmmm…'

'Shin, you're my best bud. Annoying as fuck, but I love ya all the same. Just promise you're not going to tell Stark anything if he asks. Got it?'

'Grimmjow-'

'Promise.'

'Argh! Okay, fiiine!'

'Thanks, Shin.'

'I ain't accepting it.'

'Whatever. Later.'

'Grimmjow, you fucking idiot,' Shinji muttered as he watched the blue-haired teen disappear from the school grounds.

Honestly, Grimmjow didn't know whether he was going to get killed or not. But frankly, he didn't care. Like he said, he was going to hand that fucking beanpole's ass to him and nobody was going to stop him. He'd been watching the gang's movements, asked questions around and from what he'd compiled he was ready to make his move.

He wanted to challenge Nnoitra to a fight. Call him crazy but he knew gangs had strict codes and morals when it came to fights. It was all about honor and respect and it didn't matter how much of a douchebag someone was they still had to abide by the code of honor. It was a stain on their name if they went against it and every gang in the city would chase him/her out if they ever found out the truth.

He didn't want to be somewhere secluded. He just didn't trust Nnoitra and their gang enough for them not to try something dirty. So he kinda took them by surprise around the alley of a grocery store.

Nnoitra's eye had widened in surprise but then narrowed in glee.

'Well, if it ain't the little kitten,' he leered and waggled his fingers at Grimmjow. 'Can't say I haven't fucking missed ya and vice versa.'

The rest of the gang snickered. Grimmjow rolled his eyes.

'Amazing!' he drawled and crossed his arms. 'There really is some kind of fucked up brain in there. Fucked up. But there.'

'Che,' Nnoitra sneered. 'You here for something or do ya just have some kind of fucking death wish? Ain't no Stark ta protect ya though.'

'I don't need to hide behind anyone to face you,' Grimmjow answered curtly, widening his stance and balling his fists. 'I'm here to fight you. One on one. If I win, I want you to leave both Stark and me the fuck alone. You got it?'

The gang roared with laughter. Nnoitra scrutinized him with his one eye, looking him up and down before grinning widely.

'Hey, hey, calm down, guys, this kid's fucking serious!' he exclaimed in delight while raising one hand to indicate silence from his followers. He tilted his head to one side as he look at Grimmjow. 'Okay, fine. Ya got a deal, kitty cat. But if I win, we get ta have Stark back. Fer good. And you…' he licked his lips. '…I get ta have you all ta myself.'

'That's not fair, boss!' Yammy whined.

Nnoitra narrowed his eye and then slammed a fist right in Yammy's face.

The big guy keeled over, clutching his nose as it bled steadily through his fingers and onto the pavement. Grimmjow watched without flinching. Nnoitra turned to him, grinning widely, before licking some blood, his knuckle chaffed a little from the blow, off his fist.

'Ya ready then?' he drawled. Grimmjow shuffled one foot back for a steady stance.

'You bet!' he grunted and launched forward.

Laughing maniacally, Nnoitra flipped to the side to avoid Grimmjow and stuck out a hand to get the teen right in the gut. Though it seemed like Grimmjow anticipated that. He immediately ducked and easily slid a leg out to knock Nnoitra off his feet. He made contact.

'Fuck!' Nnoitra hissed as he tried to pick himself up. His eye widened when he saw a leg coming right for his face. He rolled away, quickly getting on his knees. He smirked at Grimmjow. 'Ya don't wanna be ruining this face! Ya'll be looking at it every time we fuck!'

Grimmjow scowled. He attacked with a flurry of punches. Nnoitra managed to get to his feet before Grimmjow reached him. The speed at which Grimmjow was moving kept pushing Nnoitra back and depriving him of the chance to even reach out to hit Grimmjow. Nnoitra frowned. As long as he could keep Grimmjow at bay, there was no way that the blue-haired teen could land a hit on him.

He missed a beat. Grimmjow smirked as he got Nnoitra in the chest and then went in for an uppercut to the jaw. Nnoitra staggered back, stars dancing before his eyes as pain lanced up his jaw and almost numbed his body.

'Son of a bitch,' he growled, rubbing his sore chin before spitting out a wad of blood. Shit, that blow made him bite his inner cheek! This blue devil had some spirit in him yet. 'Didn't know you could fucking fight like that!'

'Scared?' Grimmjow taunted, getting ready to attack again. Nnoitra narrowed his eyes.

'Like hell!' he snarled and lunged forward.

It seemed like Grimmjow wanted him to do that because soon as Nnoitra was an inch away, Grimmjow sidestepped and smashed the side of his hand right into Nnoitra's spine. That had the beanpole gasping as the wind got knocked out of him.

'Fuck, the boss is losing,' someone from the gang muttered. Nnoitra gritted his teeth and balled his hands into fists. There was no fucking way he was losing to this nobody in front of his gang! Time for reinforcements!

'What's the matter? Giving up?' Grimmjow challenged. He curled his fingers like he was beckoning Nnoitra to come at him. There was a cocky grin on his face. Like he had this fight in the bag. Well, not on Nnoitra's watch.

'On second thought, I think I still got some tricks up my sleeve!' Nnoitra hissed in glee as he whipped out a Swiss knife, the blade pulled out and gleaming in what little light shining in the alley.

Grimmjow's eyes widened and his body froze. Nnoitra took the opportunity to slide forward and lunge with his weapon. However, Grimmjow snapped out of it fast enough to stumble away but not before the blade grazed his cheek.

Grimmjow quickly swiped a hand across his cheek and scowled when he saw blood. He glared bloody murder at Nnoitra who grinned back crazily.

'What's the matter? Scared?' Nnoitra said in mock innocence.

'That's cheating,' Grimmjow said quietly. Nnoitra raised an eyebrow and barked a laugh.

'We didn't arrange any rules, kitty cat, so I ain't cheating in no sense!' Nnoitra replied and switched the blade to his other hand. 'Now, why don't ya give up so I won't have ta ruin that pretty face of yers!'

Grimmjow's nostrils flared. Guess he'll just have to make do with what he had.

'In your fucking dreams!' he spat out and ran forward to attack. Nnoitra's mouth turned into a leer.

'Ya never learn!' he shouted and lunged with the knife. This time Grimmjow dodged it perfectly. However, Nnoitra jumped out of the way when Grimmjow tried to kick his legs out from under him. 'I don't know what possessed ya ta come challenge me but yer going ta lose either way! Stark was fucked up ta leave us in the first place! Once yer apart of the gang ya can never leave! Yer together fer life! And he'd gonna learn that the hard way! He's dragged ya inta this mess and yer gonna suffer! And it's all his fault and he knows it! So do him a favor and get lost! Yer the one who's making his life miserable and making him choose between us and you!'

'Oh my God, don't you ever fucking shut up!' Grimmjow snarled and batted forward with a side swipe but Nnoitra ducked to avoid it.

Except Grimmjow wasn't aiming for his head. He got Nnoitra's wrist. The one holding the knife. And knocked it out of his hand. Nnoitra's eye widened in shock.

'What the-?' he barely uttered before Grimmjow slammed his elbow into his throat.

'Stark's already made a choice but you're too big of an asshole to let him go!' Grimmjow spat and smashed his fist into Nnoitra's face. 'He's fucking happy and it pisses you off! You want him to come back to you! You guys are messed up without him! Face it, you're so fucking pissed that you just want to make his life fucking miserable because you're miserable! Get the fuck over it! Stark's moved on and so should you! I swear to fucking God you are so weak for picking on him for no reason! So why don't you do him a favor and get lost! 'Cause that sounds damn. Fucking. Good. Right. Now!'

With every last word, Grimmjow punctuated it with a punch to Nnoitra's face and gut until the tall man crumbled to the ground in a gasping heap. Grimmjow scrunched his nose and then turned away.

'We're done,' he muttered. 'Better stick to your end of the deal.'

'Like hell!' Nnoitra growled and mustered enough energy to glare at Grimmjow's retreating back. 'You're not getting away that fucking easily! Don't let him get away!'

The gang that was blocking the mouth of the alley closed in, their leers and smirks deeper and suggestive. Someone even started cracking their knuckles. Grimmjow scowled. Shit, guess he was going to have to fight them off too.

'Tch! That's not very fair, is it?' came a voice behind the gang. Grimmjow immediately recognized the voice.

'Shinji!' he called out in surprise as Nnoitra's gang parted to reveal Shinji grinning his fucking ass off. And behind him were…quite an odd group of people.

'Yo, Grimm, long time!' Shinji drawled and gave a lazy salute. Then he jerked his head to the people in the back. 'Visoreds, Grimmjow. Grimmjow, Visoreds. Now that you all know each other, I think Grimm here has to leave to meet someone.'

'I…do?'

'Sure! Stark said to tell you to meet him at the bus shelter. 'Course there' s so many I didn't know which one he meant so I asked-!'

'Woah, woah, wait! Shinji, you told him? Fuck, Shin, you said you wouldn't!'

'Well, he didn't ask.'

Shinji smirked while Grimmjow sighed in aggravation.

'You know you're a dick, right?' Grimmjow remarked.

'Yeaahhh.'

'But you're still the best friend a guy could ever ask for.'

'I know. Now get outta here. I haven't had a decent fight in a while and I'm gonna enjoy this! I hate the Espadas and have been meaning to kick their asses one of these days!'

'Have fun.'

'Oh, I will.'

'Grimm!'

'Stark! I-mmph!'

Stark pulled Grimmjow into a bone-crushing hug and smashed their lips together in fierce passion. Stark's lips were moving so hotly and wetly against Grimmjow's lips that he almost melted on the spot. The lick on his lower lip was more than enough incentive for him to open his mouth and let Stark snake a tongue in for a deeper kiss.

'Grimm,' Stark murmured as they parted. Grimmjow leaned forward as Stark drew away, annoyed that the kiss ended so soon. He was tired and wanted some tender lovin' care right fucking now. Though he was wondering why Stark wasn't lecturing him right now.

'Aren't you going to scold me or something?' Grimmjow asked in surprise.

'What for?'

'Well, I went to fight Nnoitra and all so…'

Stark snorted.

'Y'know there's a reason why I picked you over them,' he mused, locking his arms behind Grimmjow's back. Grimmjow rested his head on Stark's chest. 'You're just so goddamn stubborn and won't let anything go no matter what. Especially when it comes to me.'

'Narcissistic much?' Grimmjow muttered. He inhaled deeply. Stark smelled fresh, like soap. And a hint of cigarettes.

'Your fault.'

'Is everything my fault?'

'Kinda.'

'Heh.'

'Listen, don't do that again, 'kay?'

'Won't have to. I don't think Nnoitra's gonna bug you anymore.'

'You didn't have to do that to begin with.'

'Well, you weren't going to do anything.'

'For good reason.'

'Yeah right.'

'Y'know what would've happened to Nnoitra if I went with Shinji?'

'What?'

'Well, can't guarantee he'll live to tell the tale that's for sure.'

'You could have done that before I decided to take the dickhead on myself.'

'Nah. I didn't want to resort to violence first. Though Shinji kinda made me think it over though. And you, too.'

'Yeah?'

'If I really care about someone, I shouldn't let others abuse them. If it means fighting tooth and nail for them then so be it. And I guess you already know I'd do anything for you, Grimm.'

Grimmjow coughed uncomfortably and punched Stark lightly. Stark uttered a husky laugh and ruffled the boy's blue mane.

'Don't be a chick,' Grimmjow muttered.

'Your fault.'

'Shut up.'

'Now…I never got to fuck you senseless last time considering you were still talking properly then.'

'You wanna do it here in broad daylight?'

'Sure.'

'Fuck no! And I'm fucking tired!'

'My place?'

'I'm not walking.'

'I'll carry you.'

'No fucking-STARK! PUT ME DOWN!'

'Sure. Once we get to my bed. But then there's no way you're getting up.'

'I hate you.'

Stark whistled as he carried Grimmjow over his shoulder like he was a sack of flour. Grimmjow growled but knew it was useless to struggle. Stark wasn't letting up. But he had to admit, the promise the wolfish teen made was pretty…alluring.

He shivered. Oh God, he just hoped he'd still have feeling in his legs after today.