Warning: inappropriate touching

Chapter XIII: I Need a Lawyer

"But the sign said it was one-forty nine."

"Well, it rang up one-ninety nine, so. . ."

"Um, could you get your manager?"

"No, but you can get these hands," Ichigo grumbled as he stepped off of his platform to get Kisuke. He was so irritated with this job; honestly, now that Grimmjow was helping him, he really didn't need it. He only stayed to help Kisuke out, and he only worked one day a week. He also figured it'd be best to keep it so that he'd be better able to explain his lack of financial issues.

He stepped into Kisuke's office, rolling his eyes. The man sat at his desk, playing Pokémon on his handheld gaming device.

"Kisuke, a customer wants to see you," Ichigo said, flatly. Kisuke continued to play, seemingly ignorant to what Ichigo had said. "Kisuke!"

The man jumped, placing a hand over his heart.

"Is something the matter, Mr. Kurosaki?" he asked. Ichigo rolled his eyes once more.

"Like I just said, there's a customer that wants to see you." Kisuke blinked but didn't move otherwise.

"For?"

"I don't know, she's bitching about something. You wanna get out there? Because if I say what I want to say, she'll probably never come back."

At that Kisuke stood, mumbling something about Charizard and poor people skills. Ichigo followed him out, stepping back on his platform and crossing his arms over his chest. He looked at the line that had formed at his register and almost sighed. Then he frowned when he spotted a head of black hair at the end of it.

Fuck is that dumbass doing here? he thought to himself. Maki was with two of his equally-irrelevant-to-Ichigo friends. He looked at the orange-haired male before looking back at one of his friends and laughing. Ichigo just shook his head. And to think he almost considered dating this guy a year ago.

Soon he'd finished checking out most of the customers and Maki was standing in front of him with a stupid smug look on his face. Ichigo smirked.

"Heard you're still talking shit, Ichinose," he said smoothly as he slid the items across the scanner and tossed them into bags. Maki tsked.

"No need to dwell on the past when the future's so promising, Kurosaki." Ichigo raised an eyebrow at that.

"Fuck are you smoking?"

"How does your manager feel about you using such foul language in front of the customers?"

"How do you feel about having my foot in your ass?"

"Ooh, so crass. I suggest you start being a little nicer to me, Ichi."

Ichigo grabbed Maki's receipt and flicked it in the other male's general direction.

"Have a nice fucking day," he said loud enough so that he knew Kisuke heard him. Maki still looked smug as he left with his friends, and it pissed Ichigo off even more. How irritating.

It wasn't enough that Maki continued to spread ignoble rumors at school, no, he had to come bother Ichigo at work too. Quite frankly the orange head had had enough. He wasn't entirely sure who to talk to about this kind of thing, so he figured he'd tell his dad. Isshin had given him that whole speech about telling him when Ichigo had a problem, so he thought this would be a perfect opportunity.

"Kisuke, I'm going to break," he shouted and he heard the man's muddled response of "that's fine" before he headed to the back of the store pulling out his phone and dialing his father's number.

"Hello?"

"Hey Dad. You got a minute?"

"Yeah, of course. What's the matter?"

"Well, the guy that I got into that fight with came into the store today. He's been spreading shit about me at school and he's just being a complete asshole and making empty threats. I know it's a little petty but -"

"Say no more, son. I'm gonna call up your cousin Kaien and see about getting a restraining order," Isshin said sternly. Ichigo sighed a little in relief.

"Thanks Dad. I'll see you at home."

"Actually, I meant to tell you before you left, but I'm going up to Charlotte for a few days. There's a medical convention, and they asked me to be one of their keynote speakers."

"That's great, Dad. When will you be back?"

"I should be back on Wednesday. I'm leaving in about an hour; I need you to take good care of your sisters while I'm gone, and I also need you to look after the clinic," Isshin said, and Ichigo nodded even though he knew his dad couldn't see him.

"Will do. I better get back up front; call me when you get there."

"Alright, son. Love you."

"Love you too, Dad. Bye."


Grimmjow checked the time on his vintage Rolex once more. Tier was half an hour late, and he was beyond irritated with her. He knew she wasn't busy. He'd seen to it that Nel cleared her entire schedule for the day, so she didn't have anything else to do. He looked over at his attorney once more who looked equally irritated, a slightly familiar scowl marring his features.

"Say, Kaien, do you know a kid named Ichigo?" he asked the man. Kaien's scowl relaxed into a small smile.

"Yeah, he's my little cousin. Why? You know him?" he replied. Grimmjow shrugged, easing his way into a small lie.

"He's my niece's babysitter."

The door to the conference room opened and Tier strolled in, leisurely, followed by a shorter, dark green-haired woman. Grimmjow and Kaien both stood, Grimmjow shaking hands with the woman he presumed to be Tier's attorney and Kaien shook hands with both of the women before they all took their seats.

"I apologize for our tardiness. Ms. Harribel was experiencing some nausea," the attorney said as Tier sipped from a large water bottle.

"Are you alright?" Grimmjow asked, with genuine concern. Tier rolled her vibrant eyes.

"I'm fine, Grimmjow. Could we maybe get this over with sooner rather than later? I have better things to do with my time."

Grimmjow sat back in his chair, frowning deeply. The only thing keeping him from telling her exactly what he thought of her was his baby that was growing in her. Being honest, he wasn't sure how he was going to put up with her for the next five months. He found solace in the fact that after his baby was born he wouldn't hear from her ever again.

"Alright, well I've drawn up the legal statement that needs to be signed by Ms. Harribel, and by you also, Ms. -?"

"Sung-Sun. I understand that Mr. Jaegerjaquez wishes for Ms. Harribel to sign over her maternal rights to their unborn child, but given the circumstances, she wishes to obtain some sort of compensation for her trouble."

Grimmjow shook his head. How cliché. He should've know it'd come down to money; it always did.

"If you wanted money, why didn't you just ask in the first place, Tier?" he said, in a bored tone.

"Oh please, spare me, Grimmjow. I'm not selling the thing; I just want you to cover the medical costs and put me up for the next few months. Obviously I'm not going to be booking very many jobs in this. . ." - she waved her hand in front of her convex abdomen - ". . .predicament, so I've decided to just let my lease on my apartment go."

Grimmjow raised an eyebrow skeptically.

"That's all you want?" he asked. Tier chewed on her bottom lip, another one of her nervous ticks.

"And I want to know what that boy is to you. The one with the obnoxious hair."

Grimmjow frowned once more as he felt Kaien's gaze shift towards him. Shit, he was caught. He'd have to come up with something.

"He's just Véronique's babysitter," he said, choosing to stick with the previous lie he'd told his attorney. Tier didn't look like she believed him at all; he wanted to inquire upon why it was any of her business, but he knew it'd only make him look defensive. After a while, she gave her attorney a look before she nodded.

"Alright, I will sign the papers on the condition that you will cover my medical bills and allow me to stay in your penthouse. Have we reached an agreement?" she said. Grimmjow nodded and Kaien slid the document across the table to Sung-Sun. The attorney scanned over the document with her lavender eyes before turning to Tier.

"Ms. Harribel, do you understand that once you sign this document, you will not be allowed to appeal for custody of the child in the future, no visitation rights will be granted, and Mr. Jaegerjaquez will not be liable for any child support or other litigation related to the guardianship of the child?" Tier nodded her head and Sung-Sun handed her a pen. She hesitated a bit before she scribbled her signature onto the designated line. Grimmjow almost whooped with joy. Five months and he'd be rid of her; five months, and he'd have a beautiful baby boy or girl to call his own. He could hardly wait.


Ichigo smiled fondly at Véronique as she twirled around the den singing at the top of her little lungs. She'd requested that he come over when she was left with her uncle while her mother went to handle some business at her company. Much to Grimmjow's dismay, she wanted to watch her favorite movie for the six thousandth time.

"Let it go! Laisser aller*!" she sang, and Grimmjow found himself smiling at her switch to French.

"Vé, it's time for bed," he said, and the little girl stopped twirling to pout.

"Mais pourquoi, oncle*?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest. Grimmjow stood and scooped her up, tickling her relentlessly.

"Parce que j'ai dit ainsi*," he said as Véronique squealed with laughter. He took the little girl out of the room.

"Goodnight, Itsygo!"

Ichigo waved to her before he hit the pause button on the remote. He had to admit that hearing Grimmjow speak French was one of the sexiest things he'd heard in his young life. The past months had been hell on his teenage libido, and he'd made his decision; he was going to do. . .something with Grimmjow. He wasn't entirely sure what he was going to do, but he knew he'd had enough of going without the older man's touch. His birthday was still three weeks away, and he couldn't wait that long.

As soon as Grimmjow returned to the den, Ichigo met him halfway, kissing the older man hungrily. Grimmjow was a bit taken aback at Ichigo's sudden zeal, but he complied nonetheless, threading his fingers in the thick orange locks and slipping his tongue into the younger's warm mouth. Ichigo backed Grimmjow up until he fell backwards onto the couch where the orangette proceeded to straddle his lap. They broke apart for air as Grimmjow wrapped his strong arms around Ichigo's lithe frame and kissed his neck sensually. The teen let out soft moans as he felt arousal spreading through his body. His heart began to race as Grimmjow's hands found their way underneath Ichigo's shirt. The older teased the orangehead, finding a sensitive nipple and squeezing it lightly.

"Grimm, please. . ." Ichigo moaned, moving his hips slightly against Grimmjow's. The man groaned and bit down gently on Ichigo's neck. The younger was entirely too sexy for his own good.

He reached for the button on the teen's too-tight jeans and slid it open. Ichigo grasped the sides of Grimmjow's face and attached their lips once more as he allowed the blue-haired man to stroke his straining erection through the fabric of his boxer briefs. He panted against Grimmjow's lips, undulating his hips, pleading silently for more friction. Grimmjow however had a much better idea.

With lips still attached, Grimmjow shifted allowing Ichigo to move into place underneath him. He returned his mouth to the younger male's neck, leaving fleeting kisses along Ichigo's jawline as he tugged the orangette's underwear and freed the hardened length from its confines. He pushed Ichigo's shirt up, running his hands along the smooth planes of skin before he took the tip of his member into his mouth. The teen's back arched off of the couch and he released a long moan, gripping the older man's blue locks.

"G-Grimm. . ." Ichigo's grip tightened as Grimmjow took more of him into his mouth until the younger could feel himself touching the back of the blue haired man's throat. Grimmjow's sucks started off soft and slow, but quickly accelerated and became more aggressive.

Ichigo writhed and bucked his hips shallowly, trying to get more stimulation, but Grimmjow held him down as he continued his ministrations. The teen could feel himself nearing his end so he tugged at Grimmjow's hair, but the man wouldn't budge; in fact, he took it upon himself to wrap his hand around Ichigo's dick and give it a few quick as he continued to suck him. Ichigo's body convulsed before his mouth opened in a silent cry and he released into Grimmjow's mouth. He laid there until he caught his breath, while Grimmjow smiled and tucked his spent length back into his underwear and refastened his pants.

"Grimm, you didn't have to -"

"Shut it, I wanted to do it."

"Let me -"

"Nope," Grimmjow said, pulling Ichigo upright and kissing him gently. "Don't worry about it, Ichi. I'm saving the good stuff for July fifteenth, alright?"

"That wasn't -?"

"Nope."

Grimmjow laughed at Ichigo's confused expression before kissing him once more. Oh, he had a whole lot more to offer.

You just wait, Ichigo, he thought to himself. I'm gonna change your life in more ways than one.


Okay, so...yeah XD They did...stuff *blush* I don't know what's wrong with me as of late, but writing sexy times is like soo awkward lol...but anyways, here is an update...I apologize, but I am quite behind on responding to people's reviews...I promise I'll get to it if I haven't responded to yours yet...know that I appreciate you from the bottom of my heart...thanks so much for reading:)

Until next time,

Patd06

*Translations:

Laisser aller: let it go

Mais pourquoi, oncle?: but why, uncle?

Parce que j'ai dit ainsi: because I said so