I realise that Ichigo and Rukia are very close. Turns out they've been friends since acting school at a young age. He was on a late night interview with Rukia where they talked about the new movies he's been in and his relationship with the actress. They're not together: just best friends. I already know Ichigo doesn't have a thing for her but the entertainment media always loves to make them look like something more. I think it's funny how little they really know, which gets me thinking. Drug habits are usually worth hiding and I wonder if the coke Ichigo brought that night was for him or if he was buying it for Rukia instead. I know that the only way I'll be able to find out is if I ask Ichigo, but my gut feeling is going for the later.

It's been two weeks since Ichigo and I had our last dinner date, and the only way I'm able to see him is on screen and the only way I'm keeping contact is by calling him. We've spoken over the phone about various things. Most of them were getting to know each other type conversations, but it isn't very touchy if you know what I mean and my patience is really starting to run the fuck out. Hearing Ichigo's voice just isn't enough anymore, no matter how much I like the way he sounds. Ichigo's still calling me the international model. Funny thing is, his stupid ass manager actually believes him so it makes it a lot easier for him to talk with me without having that robot up his ass. Besides, it's better than saying I'm paparazzi, because that would just blow out like crazy and would result in my blackmail plans going to shit.

Every fleeting day makes my desires intensify. The more time that passes without being able to see him physically, touch him, smell his scent and kiss him only annoys me more. So much that I can't take it anymore and I call him. Except this time it's not going to be small talk. I'm getting him to my place. The moment he answers with a hello, I press the phone firmly against my ear, gripping it and not realising how hard I'm holding it until I feel the phone digging into the palm of my hand. I don't think I've been so obsessed over someone before. This fact pisses me off to no end. Out of every single fucking celebrity out there, I'm obsessed with Ichigo fucking Kurosaki.

"I don't fucking care if you're working, I want to see you now."

I expect him to say yes but the piece of shit wants to try me.

"I don't know if I can, Grimmjow," he tries.

I growl into the receiver.

"It's been two weeks."

Holly shit. Two weeks, for real? How the hell did I survive with no sex for that long? I easily pick up and get my dick serviced but for some reason, I only want to fuck Kurosaki.

"That's enough time for you to focus on working," I continue. "Now you focus on my needs. Here, now. You know where I live."

"Shut up," he bites back.

Shut up? What the fuck. For a moment his voice strays from the phone and I hear him mumble, 'my friend, that model…' to someone before turning back to the phone.

Yeah. By friend he means: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, the guy that's gonna fuck his shit right up.

"Hold on," he says.

I listen to him walking away, most likely trying to be alone so no one can listen to us.

"I'm going to sort out your attitude real soon. And don't tell me to shut up," I warn when he comes back to the phone. "Don't push me, Kurosaki. If you don't get your stupid ass down here in an hour I'm selling you the fuck out."

"Stupid?" He sounds exasperated, then he starts to protest but I hang up in his face.

It might seem like the complete opposite, but I actually like Ichigo. Only thing is that if he pisses me off enough I'll end up ruining his career. I know I'll have my way. Ah, blackmail is bliss.

My stubbornness works. In an hour there's frantic knocking at my door and I answer to see none other than Ichigo Kurosaki with that signature look scowl on his face, his hair spiked out, bangs grown out a little and those syrupy brown eyes mesmerising me again. I pull him into my apartment, flush against my body as I grip his wrist. His warm body presses against mine.

"Hey! Let me go idiot," Ichigo yells.

I slam the front door shut with my foot and drag him further inside. He goes quiet, probably shocked from my sudden need to grab him like that, but the glare on his face could kill me. I grin at him. Shit, the kid gotta chill out. I lean in to capture those lips in a hungry kiss, like I've been starving this whole time and the only way I'll be full again is if I indulge in Ichigo. He moves his face to the side, my lips just missing his. I growl, forcing his face back to me.

"Remember what you said?" I ask. "You said you'll sleep with me."

"I know," he grumbles, trying to pull away but I keep him still.

"So? Then give me a fucking kiss, god damn. Unless you wanna just get right on down to me fucking you?"

Ichigo straightens and takes a sharp breath.

"OK. OK. I'll kiss you."

Finally. Shit. Bitch better not be acting.

He opens up to my second attempt kissing willingly, and I'm getting excited when his mouth is working against mine as I dart my tongue in and enjoy sucking on his tongue, biting his lips, and digging my fingers into his waist as I keep him against me. He can glare at me all he wants. I know he wants me. Soon I'm grinding against him, the heat in my jeans burning me, making me go crazy. He pulls his face away, taking a breath, pressing his hands against my chest.

"Shit," he mumbles, face bright red, eyes half lidded.

But I lean in again, uncaring, hoisting him up. He wraps those strong long legs around my waist holding on me like he's afraid to fall. But I won't drop him. Instead I take him towards the table, continually kissing him as I sit him on top of it. He bites my lips making them feel swollen and sore but I don't care. I push against him, removing my lips from his temporarily for me to pull away and start removing his dark blue jeans. The belt slides out of the loops, clattering to the hard wood floor. Then I pull at his jeans, pulling them clean off, joining the belt on the floor.

Ichigo sits up, wrapping his arms around my neck as he's the one to kiss me this time. I'm kind of surprised, I didn't exactly expect him to initiate much but I guess he's doing it more to make the most out of it. He mewls against my lips, and it makes me get rough, pulling his head back when I get my fist into his hair. He cries out from the sudden move and groans when I bite into his neck. He must be stressed, because of how tense his body is, that frown covering his face while at the same time he's got that look on his face that he's enjoying this. We pull out lips away.

"Work stressing you out?" I ask.

Ichigo nods, looking at me standing over the table, between his legs. Ichigo sits up so he can reach out and tug at my jeans, pulling me closer to him. His hands slip under my shirt, a blush and a bite to his bottom lip makes me lick my lips. I pull my shirt off, tossing it to the floor. For a second he just stares at my body then his hands work on my belt, opening but not pulling it out. He unbuttons the top of my jeans, gripping at the fabric and just staring at it, frozen for a moment. Ichigo's hands pull away suddenly, confusing me. I watch him sit up more, but he avoids my gaze. Instead he's opting out to look down like he's embarrassed, or ashamed with himself. I growl, gripping his chin. He wants this. I know he does. Otherwise why would he be so eager? Why would he kiss me back like that? He wants me as much as I want him. No, crave. Crave that feeling of skin on skin, the scent that radiates from his body, to just own him.

"I don't know if we should…" Ichigo's breathless, still avoiding my gaze, "this is too much."

I lean in, lips against his ear. He visibly shudders when I teasingly blow on his ear, but he doesn't try to move away from me.

"No it's not. You want this. Look at me," I demand. My tone is starting to change; my true nature is rearing its head. I always love dominating and taking control and being able to do whatever I want to Ichigo is just exhilarating.

He looks at me and I fucking love it and hate it at the same damn time. I lean in again, deciding to taunt him a little with whispers. I know he's turned on.

"Are you ashamed?"

I move to his other ear, noticing how still he is but he doesn't speak and continues to listen to me.

"Ashamed I'm gonna fuck you? Ashamed cause even though ya won't show it, you fucking love it. You want me to control you. I bet you're so fucking glad I'm blackmailing you because this is the only way we can be together."

I move to his other ear again.

"Does this turn you on? Being used by me? Look at you, you're hard."

I grip him and he jolts, but he doesn't make a sound. I smirk just to piss him off more. I'm partially surprised when he wraps his arms around my neck again, kissing me softly. If this is a way to get back at me, or possibly piss me off, it's actually oddly turning me on instead.

"I wanna break you right here," I admit

"No," he says, "I don't think we should do it here."

I can't help the smirk, or the excitement.

"Fine by me," I say picking him up again.

I contemplate throwing him off my balcony but I reconsider and take him into my bedroom instead. I drop him on my bed and take the time to perv on him. The sun streaming in from the window is making his skin glow, every curve, line in his body and muscle definition clear to see, and his hair shining a brighter orange. He's so gorgeous, so perfect. I get out of my jeans, eyes locked onto his, crawling over him, fingers sliding through his hair, sliding across his face, neck, down his chest. I get lower, tugging on his underwear.

He looks down at me, eyes wide; lips parted slightly, his breathing getting faster. I grin up at him and then I've got my mouth on him and I don't think I've ever wanted to suck a guy of this badly before, but here I am. Ichigo arches his back against my bed, moaning from my sucking, licking, touching. His fingers find their way into my hair, gripping slightly, making me wince but I don't care. His eyes are shut tight and I feel his body tremble upon release.

"Aah. Haah. Grimmjow…"

I grin, swallow him down.

"That's it," I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, pulling my body up over him. "You love it. But you're gonna love it more when I'm pounding into you."

His eyes open, body shivering against my own. He groans when I pick up his thighs, gripping hard enough to leave bruises. I lean over, kissing him and letting him taste himself. Then I pull away to lean over to reach my bedside table and pull open a draw, grabbing a condom and some lube.

I rip open the packet and slide the condom on easily. I'm so hard. Fucking straining and I can't wait any longer. The lube drips over my fingers, against Ichigo's skin, all over my hands, dripping onto my own body. I grip his leg again, inserting my finger into him, then two, then three until he's gripping the sheets and gasping. I know it's enough. He's ready now, and I'm going to give him what he wants, what he needs. I push in slowly, enough for him to accommodate the intrusion. He whimpers, covering his mouth with his arm, looking at me, eyebrows furrowed. He squeezes his eyes shut when I push in further, making him yell loudly. I stop, frowning myself.

"You okay?"

He nods, "keep going."

I hold his thighs tighter, enjoying the feeling, but he's tight and squeezing against me that I have to growl for him to relax, otherwise it won't be so good. I give him time to calm down, relaxing his muscles against me. I rock against him, starting a smooth rhythm that's got him whining and tossing his head to the side, gasping loudly every time I push in, making his body shudder, for him to suck in more breathes. Shit. The sounds and sight would threaten to make me cream, let alone the way it feels. I groan from the sensations that are flooding me, putting my body into overdrive.

It makes me sweat, the pleasure taking over me. Ichigo moves his arms, slinging one over my shoulder, his nails digging into my skin, making me hiss as I start moving faster, deeper. He throws his head back, face distorted in raw pleasure. His fingers leave my shoulder, in favour of gripping the sheets hard. He moans when I tug his dick, cries out when he suddenly releases again, and moments after I follow, and extremely turned on by the explicit, erotic scene in front of me.

"So who was the coke for?" I ask, an arm slung behind my head as I kick back on my bed.

We've been lying here naked and sweaty, having not bothered to get up and shower. Ichigo looks at me silently for a moment before speaking.

"It was for Rukia."

I knew it.

He sits up and wraps his arms over his knees that are now pulled up to his bare chest.

"Why, need to know so you can add more info into the press when you finally decide to publish me?"

Actually, that's a pretty good idea.

"Yeah," I shrug but Ichigo doesn't look at me to see. Instead he's frowning, eyes cast down.

"If it was for Rukia, then why were you buying it for her?" I ask. "Can't she buy her own?"

There's a short pause like the question is thought provoking on Ichigo's part. He looks at me before saying, "I don't know…She just asked if I could get it for her because she was worried someone would see…her."

"Some 'best friend,'" I scoff, "Sounds like she was protecting herself by using you to get her drugs."

"She is my best friend," Ichigo defends. "And she wasn't using me! I agreed to it."

"Like you agreed to me using you?"

He looks at me like I've got his precious world in the palm of my hands and I'm not afraid to crush it any second. But then he scowls and I'm caught off guard when he punches me in the shoulder hard.

That doesn't stop me. I'm enjoying riling him up, making him mad. It actually excites me enough to grin in his face.

"You're an idiot," he yells. "You're just a pathetic paparazzi that's trying to turn me against my best friend. And then you'll just publish my pictures when you're..." Ichigo stops speaking suddenly.

"When I what? Get tired of fucking you?"

His face turns a bright shade of red. He shuts up. I smirk. Yeah, that's right.

"Stop looking at me," he mumbles, but when I continue to watch him, he grabs the soft white pillow and covers his face with it and keeps a grip on the damn thing when I try to pull it away from his face.

"I'm pathetic paparazzi, huh?" I ask as I finally let go off the pillow, letting him ramble into it from either anger or embarrassment. "That's interesting because you had sex with a 'pathetic paparazzi,' maybe I should publish that too. Whoa, imagine your career then, pretty boy."

"Fuck you!" He yells into the pillow.

"Again? But we just did it," I smile.

He throws the pillow at my face. I hit it away with my hands, watching the pillow fling off the bed before looking at him.

"Why the fuck you so moody?" I growl.

"It was my first time," he yells, and his face goes from anger to shock. I don't think he meant to blurt that piece of information to me. No wonder why his ass was so tight. My mouth falls open. No way. But I can't be his first. What the actual fuck? He couldn't have been a virgin up until now.

"Wait, what did you just say?" I ask.

"You heard me, asshole. That was my first, okay?" He scowls.

"Wait, you mean your first time actually having sex? You've done it with a girl before, right?"

"No fucking shit," Ichigo rolls his eyes, "Of course I've done it with a girl before. It's just the first time I did it with a guy…dumbass."

I try to process this and I can't restrain myself from laughing.

"So you were an ass virgin?"

We stare at each other. Birds chirp outside. Waves crash. Ichigo is pissed. He's glaring like a motherfucker. Probably wants to fight me.

"Why do you want to destroy me?" He asks.

I don't know what to say. I don't want to say anything. I just look at his damn perfect face.

"I need to go," he says suddenly, getting up.

I don't stop him.

I lean back on my bed, watching him walk out of the room to gather the remains of his clothing. Hear some shuffling as he re-dresses, a few curses under his breath. Angry at himself or at me, I wouldn't be surprised if it was both. Then the front door opens and closes to signify he's gone.

I sit longer with an empty mind until I wonder which girl Ichigo's fucked.

A/N: I'm having too much fun writing this. Thanks for reviewing!