A/N

heyooo, been a while, my fault, i know...

well, good thing is, i'm back to writing.

bad thing is, the chapter is super short and i finished it in an extremely short time, but i'll finish this story for sure *exhales loudly*

and hopefully other chapters won't be as short as this one.

MA rating, for mature topic in the following chapter

disclaimer: bleach isn't mine, duh.

and just a side note: my writing style might have changed over the years, i'm still not completely sure and i'll have to explore all the differences as i'm completing this story.

FYI i'll try to finish my other stories as well, got my inspiration back. stress can do that stuff *snicker*

without further ado, please enjoy and lmk what you think :)

Grimmjow clutched the wheel in his hands tighter than necessary. He kept his eyes straight ahead, not bothering to spare another glance at the young man next to him.

Why did he care?

After what happened so many years ago, after losing everyone he considered his family, failing to save them all... No.

This was not the time to dig into his own brain and go back to past events. He couldn't do it now with the 'kid' in a seat next to him.

"Mmm..."

Grimmjow was pulled out of his dark thoughts upon hearing a soft sound next to him. Fighting his inner self he decided he will tend to the guy because he was getting paid for it, after all, this was all because of a large sum of money his daddy is cashing out.

Grimmjow noticed that the boy was sleeping. 'Maybe he's still cold.' The thought brought a frown to his face and he accelerated heating even though it was ready pretty warm in the car.

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Grimmjow's POV

The kid was drenched when I picked him up, it's probably why he's still cold. What else could explain that mewl?

Because it was a freaking mewl. What kind of guy moans like that in his sleep?

I sped up again and finally stopped in front of our home. Odd... Home. In theory it was, we lived there, together. It felt like home, unlike the pther places I lived for the past years.

But it was so strange calling this apartment our home, when things between the kid and me were so edgy and cold. It didn't resemble the home atmosphere, at all.

Fuck, why did I even think about that like some chick? Holy shit!

I got out and saw that it was not raining anymore. That was good. The ginger head won't be wet on the way from parking lot to the building. I opened the door and shook him slightly.

Nothing.

"Oi, kid, get out, we're ho...here!"

"Mmm..." A response I got was another mewl. Ok, so it was a moan, but I am not going to admit it. Fuck.

"Ichigo."

"Mmm?" The kid moaned too much.

"Get up."

I saw his eyes blinking to take in our surrounding and he was just about to step out when we both realized one thing. He didn't have pants.

"I won't leave like this. Go upstairs and get me some clothes." He commanded in sleepy voice, but nonetheless I noticed it left no room for argument.

Like hell was I gonna do that.

"I'm not your lackey. Stay here if you don't wanna come out. See if I care!" I hushedly argued with the younger man, but I didn't leave his side. I couldn't god damn it... He looked vulnerable, sleepy and god fucking shit hell somehow cute.

Blah!

Disgusting Grimmjow!

"I can't get out of here like this. Apparently you don't have a problem with walking around half naked", he motioned at my lack of shirt, "but that's not my style".

I smirked at the boy and decided I'll make him suffer of shame, just for a little bit. Nobody will know, it's not like he's gonna tell his dad about it when they barely talk to each other. And he made me worry. Something that was so out of my character.

He'll pay. Right now.

Without giving it too much thought, I reached for the guy in the passenger seat and picked him up. As if on cue, he wrapped his thighs around my waist and his strong arms circled my neck.

The only natural position for my hands was under his ass, of course it had to be weird. I do one thing to make the ginger embarrassed and I'm the one suffering from embarrassment.

"This works for me. I'm not wearing shoes anyway." He muttered in my ear innocently, but the hot breath I felt there didn't leave me indiferent.

I started walking with the kid in my arms, locking my Audi in the process and cursing myself for my own stupidity.

Ichigo wasn't heavy. But this felt different than carrying him to my appartment several months back. Back then he was drunk, dressed and unconscious. Now, he was completely sober and half naked. Oh and extremely concious because he kept moving his head and his lips occasionally brushed over my bare shoulders.

As if that wasn't enough, his shirt rose in the process of me picking him up and so our bare chest touched each other.

There was something erotic in that innocent touch. Something that awakened my long suppressed urges and I felt myself stiffening inside my pants. Deciding to ignore it completely, I entered the elvator and let Ichigo press the button to our floor.

Casually, I glanced at the mirror in front of me and gulped audible. I know the little fucker noticed it because he asked 'what's wrong' teasing my ear with his breath again.

Everything was wrong. The way his thighs wrapped around my waist as if tempting me to rock my hips into his was most definitely wrong.

The way his skin felt under my fingers and his still wet boxers stick to the same fingers was completely wrong. It gave me a strong urge to just squeeze those buttocks and press him harder into me.

The way his skin glowed under the dim light in the elevator was certainly wrong. No man had such smooth skin, his tan was light bronze, definitely screaming sex appeal, unlike mine, which was awkwardly pale. I blame it on my German genetics.

As I didn't respond he shifted, moving his face in front of mine and obstructing my view in the process. His hazel eyes carefully scanned my face and he had such a poker face that it caught me off guard. I never thought about it before honestly. The scowl he wore permanently never permitted his emotions to be shown and truthfully I was never really interested in his emotions.

Well except that time they drugged him, but that was different. He seemed helpless, I couldn't just ignore that. But, aside from that, it didn't bother me whether he was happy, sad, gloomy or whatever...

Till now, apparently, because some part of my brain decided to decipher his poker face expression.

"The fuck you staring at?" I bit out not liking the fact my body and my brain was reacting to this kid.

"You, obviously." He nonchalantly replied. He really was clueless about what he was doing to me at the moment. "So, are you going to tell me what's wrong?" A question made me frown and tighten my hold on him warningly. It was meant to say 'don't fuck with me'.

He didn't register it as such.

"No. Stop asking fucking useless questions. I'm still angry at you for making me go out this late. Damn you." I bit out looking at him and I noticed his eyes never left mine.

"You're not angry at me." He simply said and smirked.

The fuck I'm not?! Sure am!

"Yes, I am." I played it cool. Not gonna show the kid he's getting to me.

"No, you're not. You're angry at yourself because you think you were supposed to prevent this from happening. But you couldn't. It was my choice to go there, it was my choice not to ask for your phone number and not being able to call you to come get me. Stop blaming yourself, it's pointless". Even though he spoke softly, something about the way he said it, the truth and honesty behind his words got to me.

"It is my fault. Because I'm supposed to be by your side no matter where you go. Something could've happened to you tonight. What if I was late and some psycho got you?" I glared at the kid cursing the elevator for not moving faster.

"You were just in time. And aside from the fact my clothes is drenched, nothing bad happened," Ichigo argued back.

Just then elevator opened and I walked out holding him close to me. The place where pur skin touched on my stomach burned with desire to feel more of his body. But I couldn't allow that. Realizing that my keys were in my pocket, I absentmindedly asked him to get them out.

Big. Fucking. Mistake.

Ichigo moved his hand casually trying to feel my pocket, but instead he sort of innocently touched my stiffed member and I couldn't hold in the groan that escaped my throat at the contact.

He wasn't stupid, he knew what he felt while he was searching for the keys.

"Mhh..."

Scratch that. Apparently he was stupid, because he brushed his fingers over my growing erection again. And this time it wasn't on purpose.

No. This time his eyes were focused on my face as he touched me.

"Get the damn keys or I'm throwing you on the floor and getting them myself," I composed a whole sentence, skipping the part where I'd fuck him on the same floor I'd threw him on.

I mentally congratulated myself for not letting that slip off, even though I wasn't quite forgiving myself for thinking such a thing.

Ichigo dived his hand into my pocket and passed me the keys. It was hard unlocking the damn door while he clung to me the way he did in the condition I was in.

As we entered the appartment I put him down and casually slipped out of my shoes. I needed a shower. Urgently. A cold one.

But the damn kid had other plans, apparently.

He blocked my way to the bathroom smirking at me as his palm spread around my chest.

"Move." The commanding tone should have made it clear that I wasn't in the mood to fuck around.

"Do you want me?" His voice was dead serious and his eyes flamed up in something that resmebled desire.

Fucking hell! What?!

Of course I didn't want him! I never wanted anyone for that matter. Fucking was something I did out of boredom with random chicks and I made sure it is always with a different one. How the fuck did he even come up with such a question?

I ignored it. Glancing at my cell, I noticed it was almost 3 AM and I wasn't going to get into an argument now. I tried to leave, ignoring the fact I wanted to shower, but he didn't let me.

"I asked you a question", what's up with this kid and determination in his voice?

"No." I replied trying to get away from him and failing again. But this time it was because he fucking attacked me. He pushed me hard on the wall and angrily gritted his teeth at me.

Well this is something I couldn't just back away from. Why? Because I was not a damn pussy nor a coward. He wanted to pick a fight with me? He'd get what he asked for, president's son or not.

I narrowed my eyes and caught the hand that pushed me onto the wall in a deadly grip. I saw him wince in pain but he just inched closer as if challenging me to respond more forcefully.

"You're such a bad liar Grimmjow." He seethed through his teeth and before I had a chance to reply his free hand grabbed my cock and he squeezed it gently.

I couldn't hold in the low moan that escaped my throat and even though I mentally cursed myself for it, I gripped the hand that was on my cock as if asking him to leave it there.

I closed my eyes for a moment. It was 3 AM, we were alone, I was horny and judging by his actions he probably felt turned on for god knows what reason. Would it be so wrong to just let lose for the night?

Yes. Yes it would.

It would be very wrong.

I opened and my eyes and was astonished to see his hopeful and determined gaze on me. He wanted this. And fuck, even though I denied it, my body wanted it.

Deciding against every rational thought I had, I pulled Ichigo towards me and claimed his waiting lips. Ichigo wasn't an experienced kisser, that much I knew and I could tell by the way he clumsily moved his lips on mine.

I bit his lower lip and used the element of surprise to taste him with my tongue. God... Fucking hell. He was drop dead delicious.

The moan he let out was turning me on much more than I thought possible. Ever since the incident on the mission I never allowed myself to completely feel the pleasure. Not just that I didn't allow it, but I couldn't. It was like something was blocking every possible nerv in my body that would allow me the feel of pure bliss. It was a mental issue that I learned to live with.

But with this guy... I don't know how and why, but he made me feel good.

Ichigo continued massaging my cock through the jeans as my tongue dominated his. The fact that he was inexperienced only fueled my desire more and I was unable to hold back. Hating the way he pinned me to the wall, as if he was ever going to be in command with me, I started moving pushing him backwards in the process.

There was no resistance on his side, just need, and I could feel it from the way he was kissing me desperately. Once his back clashed with the wall he opened his eyes in confusion and gave me a heated look.

His lips attached to my neck sucking the flesh there, then biting it, licking it and sucking again. It was gonna bruise, for sure. But I didn't care. I cupped his ass and gave it a firm squeeze. Again, I was rewarded with a low moan and his hands circled around my hips pulling them towards him.

"Fuck..."

I voiced my thought because I couldn't hold it in feeling the friction of our clothed members touching. Ichigo didn't like the fact we were dressed either, so he unzipped my jeens and pulled them down with my boxers. He kept grinding on me as our lips commected again.

My fingers found their way under his shirt and I finally touched that beautiful tonned skin. I felt him shudder under my touch. His nipples were erect, so I brushed two fingers over one slowly. He didn't seem to mind. My hands let lose after making sure he wouldn't object to my ministrations and so I caught both of his nipples and squeezed hard, carefully watching his face.

His mouth left mine and his eyes opened as he moaned my name loudly.

Well, shit.

I was so close and the fact that my name sounded like that on his lips sent me over the edge. I burried my head in his shoulder gripping his hips tightly as I was riding my orgasm. In that moment Ichigo's hand was on my cock, and he lowered his boxers gripping both of our dicks in his hand.

"Ahhh... Grimm..." He cried my name as waves of pleasure overcame him. I would lie if I didn't admit it was the sexiest fucking sight I've ever witnessed in my life.

He pulled my head to him and gave me a gentle kiss.

It confused the fuck out of me.

"Night..." He said shyly and disappeared into his room.

"Good night."

One thought plagued my mind, it wouldn't let go even after staying for twenty minutes in the same place...

What the fuck just happened?!

RR