Holy crap, it's been almost 3 whole years since my last update to this story! I'm not abandoning it, even though it seems like I have. I've just run out of juice for this story for a bit. I know how I want to end it, but I'm not satisfied with what I have yet. Sorry for keeping you guys hanging for so long. If you're still reading this, THANK YOU for your patience!

No real plot movement here, though, just a warning. But I want to get myself back into the minds of Superstar!Grimmjow and Intern!Ichigo, so I figured this is a good place to start. ;)

I've never looked forward to the end of the day as much as I did today. Throughout the day I just could not stop thinking about a certain redhead. I keep seeing him in my mind - naked, blushing, and hard. For me. Fuck, I don't know how I managed to get through the day without sprouting a hard-on every five minutes, but I did it.

The minute Urahara yells the last "Cut!" for the day, I hurry off the set, my mind already conjuring all sorts of naughty thoughts. I haven't seen him on the set since lunch, so I head to the office.

It's bustling inside, but Ichigo's hair makes him stick out like a sore thumb so I see him right away. A few people give me knowing smiles as I pass by. Of course, they must've heard. I silently thank that blonde kid. I knew he would give Ichigo shit for this morning, but I didn't expect him to spread the news all over the set like a fucking tabloid. I grin back at them. Yeah, Ichigo is mine, don't you forget it.

He's frowning at the computer screen when I arrive at his desk, his brows knitted together as he mutters under his breath. I settle down in a chair nearby and watch him flip through a thick stack of forms and then type furiously, his fingers flying expertly over the keyboard.

It takes him about five whole minutes to notice me. A smile lights up his face when he does, and my heart flutters at the sight. I still can't believe that last night is real, but he's right here and he's looking at me with a goofy grin and damnit I just want to kiss him till he forgets his own name. I don't think he'll appreciate it if I do it in front of all these people, though, so I settle for just a brief touch of our hands.

"Want to grab dinner?" I ask him, my voice coming out rougher than usual.

"Sure," he says, playing it cool. But I see a blush creeping up his neck and I know he must've seen the hunger in my eyes. That hunger has nothing to do with food, if you get my drift.

He says he has to finish up just one last thing, so I sit back and wait. One by one the other staff members leave, some of the friendlier ones shouting goodbyes before heading out.

And then, finally, it's just me and him.

I glance at the door and purse my lips. Inside, my gears start to crank. I sneak a sideways peek at Ichigo. He's still head down in his work, completely oblivious to the plot that's quickly forming in my head. Dinner can wait a little. I want to give him a little taste of my kind of appetizer first, build up the mood for later. I can hardly wait, my mind already picturing him spread wantonly in my bed...

Quietly, I get up and saunter over to the door. The stupid lock makes a noise as it clicks into place, and I freeze, eyes immediately darting over to Ichigo. He's still scowling at the computer. Good.

Just as quietly, I stroll back to his desk. Instead of returning to my seat, I walk to the back of Ichigo's chair and touch his shoulders. He startles a bit, then raises an eyebrow at me. I give him a crooked grin and begin to massage his shoulders, feeling for the knots and slowly kneading them loose. He sighs softly and relaxes.

"You're so tense…" I murmur in his ear, intentionally dropping my voice an octave lower. "So...tight…"

He shudders and lets out a moan, and then suddenly bolts upright and clamps his hands over his mouth. He looks around in a panic, face flushed pink.

"Relax, they're all gone," I husk. Slowly, I slide one hand over his chest. His nipples perk up eagerly under my fingers, and I hear another moan as my hand dips lower.

"But…" he whispers shakily. "What if they come back in?"

I run my hand over the bulge in his pants and rubbed it in circles, pressing just hard enough for him to feel it but not enough to be truly pleasurable. Not yet. To get that he has to want this, and right now he's still fighting it.

"I locked the door." I flick out my tongue and lick the shell of his ear.

"But...ohh…"

I can tell he's very close to caving. He's beginning to move his hips, thrusting slightly into my palm, and his breaths are becoming shallow.

Any moment now…

I feel my resolve cracking. This is too much, this building pressure tightening my pants. I don't want to give in but my hips are moving on their own. My body is burning, and my heart...oh, my heart is singing because all of a sudden, my earlier worries seem so unnecessary now. I can see the truth - in all this passion, this need I feel in his touch and this warmth I see shining in his eyes.

Grimmjow is mine.

And just like that, along with this realization, I let all of it go. My doubts, my fear of getting caught, the embarrassment that I had felt under the knowing gaze of my coworkers - I push them all aside and let my instincts consume me.

I press down harder, cupping Ichigo's package and squeezing it. He lets out another hissed curse, and then, finally, he turns to me, angles his head, and crushes his lips against mine.

It's not a chaste kiss. Not even close. His teeth grazes my lower lip, nipping lightly until I open my mouth. I groan as he seeks out my tongue and sucks on it. The way he's doing it, I can't help but picture him sucking something else entirely. The thought sends a sharp spike of arousal through my body, and I pull away, breathing raggedly.

"What's wrong?" Ichigo asks, tilting his head back to peer questioningly at me.

"Nothing," I croak as I try to calm myself down. Inside, I'm cursing myself. What was I thinking? This was supposed to be a teaser...but now I'm so turned on that it's taking every ounce of my willpower not to grab him and bend him over that damned desk.

That wasn't my plan. Not at all. I don't want our first time to be in the office, damn it. I want it to be memorable and somewhere a lot more comfortable, like that giant King-sized bed in my hotel room for example. I'm sure Ichigo would prefer that too…

Wouldn't he?

I gulp, suddenly unsure. The way he's staring at me tells me that maybe I'm not the only one who's in trouble. His eyes are dark, smoldering, and full of want and lust and my cock is throbbing so hard that I can't even think properly now. He swirls his chair around to face me, then he stands up slowly. As I watch him, mesmerized, he licks his lips and closes our distance. His hand comes up to tangle in my hair and then he yanks my head down and I'm...lost.

I don't know how else to describe it. I've kissed plenty but not like this. Ichigo's inexperience shows in the way his teeth keeps grazing me, but my arousal spikes with every sharp sting of pain, and after a while I completely lose it. I push him back with a growl, my fingers digging into his hips, and he stumbles into his desk, sending some paper spilling to the floor. I give him a small boost and then he's sitting on the desk with his legs spread just wide enough to accommodate me. Hands shaking from need, I undo the button and zipper on his jeans and slip my hands down the back. He jolts a little, and then moans into my mouth when I squeeze his ass. It takes me a few seconds to register that he'd actually said something. It takes me even longer to realize what that something was, and when I do, I let out a groan.

"Oh my god yes."

I let go of him and we fumble with our clothes, hurriedly stripping out of them. The whole time, my mind is replaying the way Ichigo asked me to fuck him, how he had moaned that request in that needy, desperate voice. I can't get out of my clothes fast enough.

The second my pants fall around my ankles, I step back between Ichigo's legs and pull him into another kiss, not caring that he's only partially out of his shirt with one arm still tangled in a sleeve. With my free hand I grasp his cock and start a slow, clumsy rhythm. He jerks into my fist, thighs tightening around me, and lets out the most delicious moan I've ever heard in my life. I groan into the crook of his neck; I need to be inside him so bad my head's beginning to swim.

Through the haze I somehow manage to slick up my fingers with a bottle of hand lotion that Ichigo shoves in my face, and before long I have him rocking onto my fingers and spewing obscenities that would make a sailor blush. If I weren't so turned on I would've laughed, but as it is, I'm too busy trying not to come.

"Enough, I'm ready, I'm ready…" Ichigo pants against my lips as I lean in for another kiss.

I let out a shaky laugh, secretly relieved because I don't think I can hold out much longer. Blindly seeking out that same bottle of lotion, I get myself well and ready, then, pushing Ichigo's legs further apart, I step into position, hands practically shaking in anticipation...

Ichigo jolts slightly as I enter him, and then he lets out the sweetest, loudest, sexiest moan I've ever heard and throws his arms around my neck. His nails dig into my back as I push into that tight heat, gradually sliding deeper before pulling out a little. I tighten my grip around his ass, squeezing down hard and spreading them, and then I start a slow, steady rhythm. I'm pressed up against his cheek as he holds on to me, and I can hear him moaning softly, almost whimpering, with every thrust. They make my cheeks heat right up, and I speed up. The moans turn into breathy little cries that make me go even faster and deeper, and before long I'm pounding away frantically, chasing after that delicious release that's right there, so close that I can practically taste it…

And then it hits me hard - I feel my breath leave my lungs in a whoosh as I sheathe myself to the hilt and climax inside him. Belatedly I realize in dismay that I hadn't even touched Ichigo in all that hurry, but then it's alright after all because he's also coming, his arms tightening around me as I feel his cock pulse against my stomach.

With one last shudder, he finally releases me. I step back, grinning, and I see the same goofy smile on his face. His hair is hopelessly mussed where he had pressed against my cheek and there's a healthy glow on his cheeks.

"That was...wow," he says with a laugh, rubbing his face as if he's suddenly self conscious.

"Fucking amazing."

He snorts and rolls his eyes, then grins. "Yeah, it was."

To be continued...