Thankfully, Ichigo doesn't wake up during the short taxi ride either, but he does whimper and clutch onto Grimmjow's shirt, sending an uneasy pang through Grimmjow's chest.

Surely Ichigo can't be this tired, even with all the stress of today?

Grimmjow just does his best to comfort the snoozing Neko, rubbing his arms and weaving his hands through his hair softly.

Grimmjow doesn't know why they all seem to be so concerned with what Aizen will do anyway. He probably won't even give a crap, in fact, he may have put the fucking idea into that Albino bastards head in the first place.

Grimmjow can feel his blood boil at the mere thought. It's not like Aizen hasn't pulled crap like this before.

The Tousen 'incident', for example.

Aizen knew Grimmjow hated Tousen with a passion, mainly because he liked to pretend to be some kind of advocate for justice and all that jazz and then he'd try to shove the same crap down everyone else's throat.

It pissed Grimmjow off to no end, which Aizen knew all to well.

So what could be better than putting them both together for a whole damn week on the next big project the company was working on?

And Grimmjow had tried, he had really fucking tried to keep his cool and grin and bear it, but it was only three days in before his temper got the best of him, and he picked up that water cooler and launched it right at Tousen's smug little face.

It didn't make contact, Tousen quickly dodging out of the way, but it did earn Grimmjow an ass kicking from Starrk and a quick trip to hospital. But when he was being lead away by Starrk and Ulquiorra, he saw the smirk that grew on Aizen's face.

Maybe he should just quit, after all, he's only young and he's well educated, he can find other work. He may be hot tempered, but he's never been to prison or anything like that.

He spent a night in a cell once when he was a stupid ass teenager, but that's about it.

And besides, he doesn't just have his own well being to think about any more.

Grimmjow stares down at Ichigo, a big goofy smile now on his face.

Ichigo comes too groggily, throwing his arm over his face as a bright light stings his tired eyes.

Damn, how long has he been out? Shit, he knew he shouldn't have let Nnoitra talk him into taking the stupid sleeping pills he kept hidden in his desk.

After a few moments of letting himself wake up, he moves his arm and shifts onto his side so that the light isn't shining on to his face any more.

As he stares around the quiet room, he can tell exactly where he is now.

He's in Grimmjow's bedroom, the huge bed with silk sheets that he's laying on probably should've been a dead giveaway. And he's dressed in a pair of boxers and sweat pants, Grimmjow must have got them from his room while he was out of it.

Then where the heck is Grimmjow now?

Surely he wouldn't be far, he wouldn't leave Ichigo in the apartment alone already, would he?

A coil of fear and anxiety twists in Ichigo's stomach, and he whimpers, curling into himself and sinking his teeth into his bottom lip.

Without Grimmjow around now, he just feels...powerless. It's not a feeling he enjoys, and he's not even sure why he feels this way.

Maybe because he's becoming dependant on the other, but Ichigo has always been able to take care of himself, hell he's had to all of his life because no one else would.

Even the people who owned his mother didn't want him, dumping him in that damn Neko foster home when he was just a little kid and never once looking back.

He never asked any of the staff or workers there why, because he just didn't want to know. It wouldn't make anything better, so what was the point in knowing?

So he kept everyone at a safe distance, didn't let anyone get too close, so that once they left, and he knew everyone eventually would, he would be able to cope, to keep on living.

But with Grimmjow, it's way to late for that now. Even though he doesn't want to admit it, he really cares about him, and he depends on him more than the other man probably knows.

Does Grimmjow truly care about him too? He wants to think so, he wants to believe it so bad it fucking hurts.

God he's such a fucking idiot-

"Ichigo?"

Ichigo tenses, not daring to look up as he can see Grimmjow stood in the bedroom doorway, now dressed in jeans and a black vest shirt, not his work clothes.

Knowing how pathetic he must look right now makes his body thrum with shame, so he quickly scrunches his eyes shut. Maybe if he does, then Grimmjow will just go away and he won't have to deal with trying to explain or talk.

But no such luck, as Ichigo's ears twitch at the sound of heavy footsteps nearing him, before the bed shifts under Grimmjow's weight.

A warm hand caresses the side of his cheek, gentle and soothing.

"Ichigo, you can talk to me."

Grimmjow's voice is calm, not the slightest bit of anger or pity behind it.

Trying not to lean back into the touch, Ichigo buries his face into the soft pillows of the bed.

The warm hand shifts to the back of his head, stroking through his hair. Grimmjow is trying his best to comfort him, he can tell that, but how can he understand this feeling of being so powerless to your own feelings?

"I get it, you don't want to talk, right? Well that's fine by me, I'm not gonna push you too. But you should know, if you ever want to I'm always gonna be here for you, no matter what, okay?"

Ichigo's eyes flicker open in shock, and he pushes himself up from the bed, staring intently into Grimmjow's sea blue eyes, searching for any sign of deceit, but he can't find any.

"You'll...always be here?" Ichigo asks, still staring into the other's eyes.

Grimmjow nods, bringing his arms up to drag Ichigo into an embrace, and Ichigo buries his face into the crook of Grimmjow's neck, inhaling softly. For some reason Grimmmjow's smell always calms him and soothes his anxiety, and he misses it when Grimmjow is gone.

It smells like home.

"After all, nothing quite entertains me like your little hissy fits," Grimmjow chuckles.

Working off of sheer impulse, Ichigo growls and bites the side of Grimmjow's neck. Not hard enough to make him bleed, but hard enough to cause Grimmjow to almost topple off of the bed with shock.

"Ouch! Did you just bite me?" Grimmjow asks incredulously, rubbing at the side of his neck where a red mark is appearing.

"Sure did," Ichigo smirks triumphantly.

"You little-" Grimmjow starts irritably, then stops mid sentence, leaning closer to Ichigo to whisper into the Neko's ear.

"If you get to bite me, I get to bite you too then," Grimmjow whispers, before biting down on the edge of one of his ears.

Ichigo yelps and is about to start swearing his head off at Grimmjow, but a pair of soft lips locking against his own stop him dead in his tracks.

Grimmjow is kissing him, again!

But this time feels different. Last time felt more desperate, more impulsive. This time, Grimmjow is being more gentle and slow, as if he's trying to coax Ichigo to reciprocate.

Ichigo has never kissed anyone else in his life, but he does his best, pressing his lips back against Grimmjow's and trying to sync his lips to the others movements.

Ichigo doesn't fight when Grimmjow slowly pushes him down onto the bed, hovering over the Neko as he deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue over Ichigo's and exploring the rest of his mouth.

But Grimmjow suddenly pulls back and breaks the kiss, must to Ichigo's dismay, who looks up at him in confusion.

"I have to tell you something before this goes any further," Grimmjow states, trailing a few fingers down Ichigo's already lightly flushed cheek.

What could Grimmjow possibly want to tell him?

Ichigo's stomach churns uneasily, but he nods, staring up into Grimmjow's eyes.

"Once I take you, you're mine and I'm never gonna let anyone else have you but me. Is that something you're willing to sign up for, Ichigo?"

Grimmjow has never talked to him like this before, he can feel the possessiveness dripping from those words, which should probably scare him a little, shouldn't it?

But it doesn't, because this is Grimmjow. Grimmjow would never hurt him, but he'd sure as hell hurt other people for him or to protect him.

He can't deny that a huge part of him is a little scared of whats about to happen, but he couldn't imagine ever wanting to be with anyone but the man currently above him.

Wrapping his arm's around Grimmjow's neck, Ichigo grins.

"I'm always gonna be yours, Grimm."

Grimmjow grins back down at him.

"Damn right you are."

The passionate kissing is quickly resumed, and although Ichigo can tell Grimmjow wants to hurry things along, he doesn't push anything and just let's Ichigo sets the pace.

Thankfully Ichigo gets the hang of kissing pretty easily, and growing impatient himself, he starts to tug on Grimmjow's shirt.

Grimmjow takes the hint, quickly removing it and throwing it onto the floor.

As Ichigo's eye's drink in the sight before him, all thoughts of kissing leave him as he runs his claws up and down the toned, tanned skin.

"Like what you see?" Grimmjow asks, beginning to pepper kisses along Ichigo's jaw and neck.

He would answer, but right now he's having a hard time forming any kind of coherent thought, especially with Grimmjow's lips and hot tongue attacking his neck.

His sweats are getting way too uncomfortable, his arousal straining against the fabric, aching to be freed and touched.

A shiver coursing through his hot body, Ichigo grasps one of Grimmjow's hands at the wrist, causing the other to look at him questioningly.

He wants to tell Grimmjow what he wants, but he's far to embarrassed, the words becoming stuck in his throat.

So instead he guides Grimmjow's hand down to his crotch, hoping Grimmjow just takes the hint and doesn't press for a verbal answer.

Grimmjow chuckles, lightly squeezing Ichigo's crotch as he grins at the flustered Neko devilishly.

"You want me to touch you here, Ichigo?"

Ichigo swallows thickly, nodding.

"I want to hear you say it," Grimmjow persists.

Ichigo hisses irritably, turning his face away.

"Well..."

"Just...just touch me you asshole!" Ichigo barks, burying the side of his face into the soft pillow below.

"Was that so hard?" Grimmjow asks, his hands eagerly removing Ichigo's sweats and underwear.

As the air hits his now bare skin Ichigo shudders, thankful that the obstructive clothing is now gone.

"Ichigo, look at me."

Ichigo rolls his eyes but turns his head, and as their eyes make contact his breathe momentarily catches in his throat.

Grimmjow grins, obviously happy with Ichigo's reaction, and shifts between Ichigo's thighs, leaning down to plant a few more kisses along his navel and abdomen.

As much as he enjoys Grimmjow's kisses and sweetness, Ichigo is growing impatient, needing to be touched in the one place Grimmjow seemed to be purposely avoiding.

"Grimm, stop teasing and just..." Ichigo mutters.

Grimmjow leans back again, placing his hands onto Ichigo's slim hips.

"Okay okay, no more teasing. Well, not this time anyway."

"You jerk-"

Ichigo begins, but the rest of the insult dies in his throat as Grimmjow takes him into his mouth all at once. Ichigo's hips buck up, and if Grimmjow wasn't holding them down he might have bounced off the damn bed.

His claws dig into the bed sheets below, tearing the fabric as Grimmjow slowly bobs his head, hollowing out his cheeks and keeping his eyes locked on Ichigo's face.

"S-shit," Ichigo manages to breathe out, sweat starting to drip down his forehead as pleasure courses through his body.

This feels so much more intense than he ever imagined. It never felt this good when he used to use his hand back at the foster home, not even when he was already deep into his heat. Is it because it's Grimmjow who's pleasuring him? The man obviously knows what he's doing, making Ichigo writhe on the bed, almost sinking his fangs into his own lip to stop lewd moans tumbling from his lips. But it's not just because Grimmjow's experienced, he knows that. Whenever their eyes meet, Ichigo's heart seems to beat faster, and his breathe catches in his throat. He feels as if he and Grimmjow are creating a bond here, something that goes deeper than just sex.

Grimmjow pulls back so that his lips are around the head of Ichigo's cock, using his tongue in ways that should probably be ruled as illegal.

"Grimm...I c-can't..." Ichigo whimpers, his legs trembling as his climax nears.

Grimmjow immediately pulls off of him altogether, and Ichigo stares at him wide eyed, his mouth hanging open.

"W-why are you stopping?" Ichigo frowns, starting to get angry at not getting to cum yet when he feel's so damn close.

"I don't want you to cum yet, I want to be inside you so I can feel it," Grimmjow husks, shifting so he can capture Ichigo's lips in a wet kiss.

Ichigo huffs against his lips, slowly reciprocating the kiss.

"Now now, don't be impatient kitty," Grimmjow murmurs against his lips.

"D-don't call me that," Ichigo stutters, glaring up at him as angrily as he can muster.

Grimmjow just chuckles, planting a kiss on the others nose before he gets off the bed, removing the rest of his own clothes swiftly.

Ichigo swallows, his eyes drinking in every inch of Grimmjow's naked form. He's seen Grimmjow without his shirt on before, and that in itself is a sight worth drooling over. But completely naked is so much better, it's almost unreal. Ichigo's eyes widen as they lock onto Grimmjow's already hard and frankly, quite huge cock It's a heck of a lot bigger than his own, which for a moment he kind of feels self conscious about. But that goes out of the window when he thinks of how good it's going to be when it's inside of him. God...

"Are you purring?"

Wait, is he?

Ichigo shakes his head furiously, averting his eyes away from Grimmjow's body and back to his own lap.

"That's so fuckin cute," Grimmjow teases, opening one of the drawers of the cabinet next to the bed.

Ichigo watches him with a frown as he produces a bottle of lube.

"Um...Grimm?"

"Yeah?"

"You...er, won't need that with me."

Ichigo seriously doesn't know how he hasn't self combusted with embarrassment already.

"Why not?"

"I'm ready to start my heat anytime soon so...I'm kind of already wet...down there."

"Ahh I see," Grimmjow nods in understanding, putting the lube down on the cabinet.

"But you should wear something..." Ichigo continues, and Grimmjow quickly retrieves a condom, sidling back in between Ichigo's spread thighs.

This is it...he's going to lose his virginity, to Grimmjow. In all honesty, he thought it would be a lot scarier than this, but right now he feels pretty calm and relaxed.

But he does tense up when something foreign nudges at his damp entrance.

"Try not to tense up Ichigo, I won't hurt you, you know that don't you?"

Ichigo nods, taking in a deep soothing breathe as Grimmjow slips a finger inside of him.

"Well you were right, you're wet as fuck," Grimmjow remarks lewdly.

"Don't say things like that!"

"Why, does it embarrass you hmm?"

"N-no," Ichigo hisses.

"Little liar," Grimmjow mumbles as he adds another finger, curving them experimentally.

"I'm not-AH SHIT!" Ichigo groans loudly, his back arching off of the bed.

"I found it, good. Now I can hear you moan properly for me."

Ichigo's breath comes out in short pants, and just from that one touch alone his body floods with fresh heat.

"P-pervert."

"Since you're enjoying my fingers inside of you, that must make you a pervert too Ichigo."

Without any warning Grimmjow removes his fingers, leaving Ichigo feeling a little empty, and he can feel his own wetness starting to trail down his inner thigh.

Grimmjow tears open the condom wrapper and puts it on, nudging Ichigo's thighs a little more apart and grasping himself.

He pauses at Ichigo's leaking entrance, staring up into wide chocolate brown eyes.

"Are you okay with this? We can stop, all you have to do is say no."

Ichigo's heart clenches in his chest. Even know, even though Ichigo knows Grimmjow wants to fuck him so badly and make him his, he's more concerned about Ichigo being completely okay with this. It makes him just want to grab Grimmjow and kiss him until he runs out of damn air, and maybe even then he wouldn't want to stop.

"If you stop now, I'm gonna claw your eyes out," Ichigo answers cheekily.

"Well, I certainly want to keep my eyes, otherwise I wouldn't be able to look at your hot ass anymore," Grimmjow replies with a toothy grin.

With no more hesitation Grimmjow slowly sinks inside, letting out a low groan as he does so. Ichigo throws his head back, the feeling of Grimmjow's hard cock sliding into him feeling so foreign yet so deliciously good at the same time.

Grimmjow stays still for only a few moments, before he lowers his body across Ichigo's, starting up a slow but deep pace.

Ichigo moans approvingly, his claws clasping onto Grimmjow's muscly forearms as the other rocks in and out of him.

"S-shit," Grimmjow breathes, skimming his lips across Ichigo's jaw.

As Grimmjow peppers kisses along his Neko's warm skin, he angles his hips to try and hit that spot that he knows will bring Ichigo the most pleasure.

"UGH! F-fuck!" Ichigo groans, his claws digging in so hard that a trickle of blood leaks down Grimmjow's arm. Grimmjow groans at the slight pain, starting to pick up his pace as he feels Ichigo's muscles start to tighten around his cock.

Ichigo is practically wailing at this point, his eyes scrunched shut and his own hips meeting Grimmjow's thrusts.

"I-I'm gonna..."

"It's okay, do it, cum for me," Grimmjow murmurs against his skin.

"G-GRIMM!" Ichigo shouts, his body trembling as he cums all over Grimmjow's stomach, his internal muscles clamping down tightly on Grimmjow.

Grimmjow growls heatedly, thrusting deeply a few more times into the wet heat before cumming hard, clamping his hands onto Ichigo's still twitching hips to hold him still.

Once he's done he pulls out of Ichigo, getting rid of the condom and pulling Ichigo back against his chest, combing his hands through Ichigo's dampened spiky locks as the Neko starts to climb down from his orgasmic high.

"You doing okay?" Grimmjow asks, kissing Ichigo's head.

"Yeah, I'm awesome," Ichigo sighs contentedly, making Grimmjow laugh.

"Oh no, your arm!" Ichigo suddenly gasps.

Grimmjow holds his arm out in front of them both, seeing the now drying blood down his arm and the red scratches in his skin.

"It's fine, they don't hurt," Grimmjow reassures him.

"But..."

"No buts I'm fine, stop worrying. Anyway, it was well worth it."

"You're a freakin pervert," Ichigo grumbles, leaning back into Grimmjow's warm embrace.

Fingers latch onto Ichigo's chin, making him turn his head to the side and look at Grimmjow.

"I'm your pervert now, so you better remember that."

"Well, I guess that could work," Ichigo grins, pressing his lips tenderly against Grimmjow's.

I'm sorry the next chapter took so long, I got struck with writer's block . But here it is, some lovely GrimmIchi smut! This makes up for it, yes? Hopefully I can get stuff out more regularly now.

I know where I'm going with this story, and there will be some surprises ahead, but who doesn't love a surprise?

I did my best in trying to make this smut both loving and a little dirty at the same time, so hopefully I did a good job. If you've read any of my other stuff you know I usually stick to dirtier stuff so this is kind of out of my comfort zone xD

Anyway, I'll stop blabbering now.

I hope you enjoyed the latest chapter and thanks for reading :) !