Hello all, its been a while since I've posted something on this collection. Anyways this is a two part one-shot requested by the very talented and amazing I am the Color of Boom. If you haven't already please go and read Boom's fic Death of a Bachelore, it is pure gold. Anyways I hope you all enjoy, the second part should be out soon!


Caller 8


The sounds of laughter and mirth could be heard from down the hall coming from his apartment. Ichigo jingled his keys as he walked up the final flight of stairs; the stresses of the day had him slouching over, his fingers barely holding onto his brief case. As soon as he got home he'd kick out whoever was in his apartment and take the longest nap of his life, working six days straight on two cases had left him little time to eat let alone sleep and on top of a nap he was also craving the biggest, fattest, greasiest burger one could possibly imagine.

His eyes found themselves wandering over to the door across from his where a philandering who he'd been sleeping with lived. It had been roughly six months since the blue-haired shit had moved in and flashed him upon their first introduction. And as far as introductions had gone that one was probably the most memorable. However in that six months of sleeping together Ichigo had also asked the three-letter question that made all fuck-buddies shake in their boots what are we? To this day Ichigo was still waiting for an answer.

The scowl on his face deepened a fraction as he thought about Grimmjow. They had been stuck in a fucking elevator together—too, which he had given the man a euphoric blow job (just like all his other blow jobs he'd ever given)—that either made or break relationships. But so long as they both got sex from the other it didn't seem like the question had hindered what they had.

Placing his key into the lock he wasn't surprised at all when he found his door unlocked, a blast of laughter intensifying as he kicked the thing open. Stepping in rubbed the concaved crater—that Grimmjow had drawn a smiley face on—from when he'd punched his wall to intimidate that Luppi fuck. Both he and the blue haired man had started rubbing it like a Buddha belly believing that it would bring them good luck, so it had become more habitual that Ichigo had thought.

When his eyes turned toward his living room Ichigo met a sight he couldn't even have imagined in twenty years. On his couch leaning in towards his plasma flat screen TV sat Nnoitra, Nel, Grimmjow and Hikifune. Nnoitra was one of Grimmjow's friends and co-workers who he would often find veg'ing out on the man's couch, the guy was a total stoner that made Ichigo laugh as much as he wanted to punch the man's piano-toothed face in. Nel was another one of Grimmjow's IT friends who was as absent minded as she was beautiful, and she was very beautiful. Hikifune Kirio was the other neighbour on their floor and belonged to apartment fourteen (don't even get him started on how Urahara ran the complex). She was a plump older lady who was always trying new diets she saw on infomercials and dying her greying hair different shades of purple. She was a sweet woman who often made Ichigo pies and mochi.

All three held Wii-U controllers and were looking intently at as their fighting characters flew off the screen. Though this wasn't exactly out of the ordinary the thing that made Ichigo's eyebrows raise was the pile of clothing that was scattered behind the couch. Grimmjow, Nel, and Nnoitra were down to their underwear while Hikifune still had on her purple tracksuit. They were playing strip Super Smash Bros, and Hikifune was winning.

"I don't even want to know," Ichigo said as Hikifune's Ganondorf sent Nnoitra's Jigglypuff flying off the screen.

"Ya bitch!" Nnoitra cursed as he lost his final stock and threw the controller on Ichigo's coffee table.

"All part of the game sweetie," Hikifune sang as her character grabbed Nel's Palutena and sending her out of the ring with a few combos.

Nel watched dumbfounded as her last stock fell, "I am not taking off my bra."

Ichigo walked into his kitchen and filled a glass of water, taking three large swigs before walking back over to see Grimmjow's Yoshi—who had changed colours to match Grimmjow's hair colour—try and take on Ganondorf. It didn't last long as Hikifune delivered the blue dinosaur-lizard thing a powerful purple punch sending the creature blasting off into the sky like Team Rocket. A loud deep masculine voice roared announcing Hikifune was the winner.

"Goddammit woman!" Grimmjow cursed as he too threw his controller and took off his last sock, "I thought ya said you never played Smash before!"

"I haven't," Hikifune answered the smile never leaving her face, "I just joined because I wanted to see some man meet. It was a bonus that your green haired friend over here is a stunner."

"Why thank you Hikifune-san," said a blushing Nel, her sea foam green hair falling over her breasts unconsciously.

"Bullshit! Ya cheated!" roared Nnoitra.

"No my dear Nnoitra-kun, you just suck," she continued to tease, "hello Kurosaki-kun. Would you like to join? These kids can barely make me sweat."

"For some reason I'm not so surprised," answered Ichigo in a neutral tone as he finished the last of his water, "and I'll pass this time. I'm going to take a shower and a very long nap. Please keep it down."

Without saying another word he walked down the hallway and into his washroom. Taking off his grey dress shirt and stripping down to his black boxer-briefs he turned the shower on letting the steam build while he chose a set list from his phone to play for background noise. Taking of his underwear he stepped into the hot clear liquid enjoying how it cascaded down every single muscle of his, soaking his full head of orange hair and his pubes down bellow. Shampoo was massaged into his scalp before rinsing it out and adding conditioner that smelt of cucumbers and mint.

Hands that were not his own started rub soap into his back, trailing down until they grabbed two firm fistfuls of his ass. Ichigo spun around, copper eyes meeting devilish cobalt as a raised blue eyebrow conveyed lewd desires. Rolling his eyes Ichigo pushed Grimmjow back a bit as he turned around to rinse out the conditioner in his hair. He stepped aside so that Grimmjow could wet himself.

"Since when did I have a Wii-U?" asked Ichigo.

"Since about today," Grimmjow responded, eyes closed as he wet his face and gargled some of the warm water, "Nel just bought it and she wanted to play."

"Why at my place?"

"You have a better TV than I do."

"That's funny," Ichigo began as he rubbed his body with body wash that smelt of spices and nature, "I have a better TV than the guy who's supposed to be a whiz at technology."

"Just because I'm a whiz at technology doesn't mean I own the best TV."

"No that just makes you a nerd," Ichigo chuckled as cobalt eyes rolled and a half smile revealed pearly white canines. Grimmjow had moved a little closer, his calloused thumbs running up and down Ichigo's side tenderly, "so who's idea was it for strip-Smash?"

"Nnoitra," said Grimmjow making Ichigo turn around so he could continue scrubbing his back, "he wanted to get Nellie completely naked without having to strip down himself. Little did he know that Hikifune was a total assassin."

"Never would've guessed that in a million years…" Ichigo said in a stunned awe that Grimmjow agree with. Their neighbour was quite the mystery it seemed, "who won the last round?"

"I did, Yoshi and I are very old friends you see."

"I would've clocked you more as a Captain Falcon kind of guy."

"Nah man," said Grimmjow as he pressed his body against Ichigo's, the man's hard cock rubbing between his ass cheeks, "that egg thrower is a total tank."

"Arre…are Hikifune-saaan and them still he-here?" Ichigo struggled as Grimmjow's rod brushed against his always-sensitive hole. Teeth nipped at his ear as large hands went to his waist; one hand making circles in his hip the other going to pinch a nipple.

"Nope," Grimmjow kissed Ichigo's shoulder, lips trailing to his neck to make a gentle bite, "Hikifune said something about her oven and the other two scurried over like cockroaches for a bite to eat."

"Good," Ichigo tilted his head so that half lidded eyes could look at Grimmjow. Rusted copper eyes stared at the man's full lips as they curled into a smile, "cause I want you to fuck me against this wall."

Lips collided with each other in a desperate heated kiss silencing any further talk about neighbours and Super Smash Bros. Ichigo spun his body around so that he could wrap his arms around Grimmjow's shoulders, all the while the taller man pushing him backward until his back touched the cold wet wall of the shower. He arched into the man's chest grinding their hard erections together earning a growl from the blue-haired man.

Ichigo stiffened as two large hands gripped his ass cheeks in a rough hold as they went between massaging him to stretching. His hands had found themselves clutching those blue locks, slightly pulling as their lips held contact moving together. A pink tongue licking the taller man's lower lip, teasing for entry, only to be granted with a purr. The two only broke when breathing became a necessity; lustful brown gazed deeply into blue waiting to see what the other wanted to do.

"Turn around," Grimmjow commanded not giving Ichigo a chance to turn as his hands spun the man's hips, "bend forward."

Ichigo got such a thrill whenever Grimmjow used his commanding voice on him; it was few and far between as the man usually just let him do whatever he wanted. But when Grimmjow wanted something he would always get it. Ichigo did as he was told and leaned forward, using his forearms for support against the wall as he arched his ass out. Feather like kisses dusted down his spine until they reached his lower back, two large hands clasped his cheeks and Ichigo felt hot breath going closer to his ass.

"Wait Grimm—!" Ichigo's words were cut off in a cross between a silent cry and a gasp for air. Grimmjow's long tongue had found itself circling the tight muscles of Ichigo's opening, flirtatiously flicking the tip against the quivering bundle of nerve. Ichigo loved ass play, mostly because the rings of nerves in his butthole always became oversensitive when stimulated, "Goddamn fuck shit Jeeesuus Christ!"

Grimmjow moved his tongue methodically in and out of the sphincter, going a little deeper each time. He loved hearing the orange-haired man curse and struggle in his hands; he could barely take his eyes off the man as his legs twitched like they were about to collapse at any moment.

"Just fuck me already! Please dear god!"

Ichigo did not see the Cheshire smile that curled on Grimmjow's lips as he stood back up and squirted conditioner in his hands. Methodically he shoved two fingers into the man's hole stretching and moving deeper as he looked for the gland that he knew would send Ichigo over the edge, "patience Ichi, don't want to fuck you raw."

"Hurry the…fucckk up!" the pleas only made Grimmjow's smile grow.

A third finger found the entrance, trying to make accommodations for his girth. Taking more of the conditioner Grimmjow lathered himself generously as he removed his fingers from Ichigo earning a soft whine. Positioning the tip of his cock directly in line with Ichigo's hole, he pushed in at a painstakingly slow pace burying himself inch by inch in the tight heat. When his blue pubes brushed against the exposed ring of the hole both men let out a breath they hadn't realized that they'd been holding.

Ichigo braced himself as Grimmjow's hands gripped his hips with enough pressure that there would be small bruising. Biting his lower lip he clenched around the cock inside him indicating that he was ready. The one thing about Grimmjow he'd noticed was that the man was always a tender lover at the beginning when they would first start the act, always making sure that he wouldn't tear. Grimmjow began to pull out at a slow pace before ramming himself back in with enough force to make them both lurch forward.

The blue-haired man set the pace as fast as he began to piston in and out of Ichigo at a toe curling speed. Orange hair was pulled back making Ichigo arch his back beautifully as Grimmjow placed butterfly light kisses against his neck leaving small bites every so often.

"Fuck sakes," Grimmjow cursed as he lifted one of Ichigo's legs to get a different angle so that he could hit the sweet spot he'd been aiming for. His head collided with a bundle of nerves making Ichigo shiver as his eyes shut and his mouth let out a silent scream.

"Don't stop…my god."
Grimmjow moved his other hand to grasp Ichigo's hard dick that had all but been neglected this entire time. Stroking quickly he started to lose his pacing at just how incredible it felt when Ichigo tightened around him. Neither would last any longer at this point and now it was just a friendly race to see who would finish first. Grimmjow began to fuck faster, his knees and joints going ballistic as he pumped into Ichigo. Ichigo on the other hand was just trying to keep conscious and standing at the overstimulation from being fucked relentlessly.

Turning his head he felt his orgasm creep closer and closer as Grimmjow's dick hit his prostate continuously and his hand stroked him raggedly. Not even having to ask their lips crashed together silencing the orgasmic pants that Ichigo released as he came all over the shower wall and onto Grimmjow's paw. The blue haired man followed slamming his seed deep into Ichigo, milking his dick as the ass muscles tightened around him.

The shower's water rained down on them as they continued to kiss, both of their members going limp, Grimmjow falling out of Ichigo. Both their seeds being washed down the drain, when they pulled away Ichigo almost fell on his ass as the soreness radiated down his legs. He could feel cum leaking onto his legs.

"Shit, I didn't realize how uncomfortable that actually was," Ichigo said as he wiped his down with soap trying to get the seed off of him.

"Sorry I wouldn't have came in ya," said Grimmjow as he grabbed some body wash and cleaned himself off, "ya just felt really fucking good."

"Nah it's cool."

"So what are you doing after this?"

"Oh I was being serious about the nap," said as he turned off the shower, letting Grimmjow out first they both grabbed towels as they did a pitiful job drying themselves off, "but if when I wake up and the Wii-U is still there maybe we can go for a round of Strip-Smash?"

"Sounds fucking awesome."

Grimmjow left shortly afterward, putting on his underwear and leaving the rest of his clothes scattered on Ichigo's floor. He however did take his cellphone and keys. Crossing the short distance between he and Ichigo's door, he waved at Hikifune who was holding a newspaper in her hand while the biggest smile grew on her lips seeing the man's still damp blue hair. Opening his door Grimmjow almost fell face first as he kicked a suite case across his living room. A head of maroon hair pulled back into a ponytail swung up from the couch. A forehead and neck decorated with tribal tattoos stood out against the olive toned skin, brown eyes turning towards Grimmjow with surprise in them before realization.

"Renji…" Grimmjow asked incredulous as the red head stood, an awkward smile spreading across his face.

"Hey Grimmjow…uhm can I stay with you for a bit?" asked Renji.

The blue-haired man straightened his eyes turning into a glare as he vehemently stared down his ex-fiancée, "what the hell are you doing here?"


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