These past few weeks have been shit for the personal life and thus I wasn't in the mood to write. BUT I GOT OVER IT. With the help of good 'ole fashioned training. Anyway these are a part of my Random Prompts file on the BlackBerry, in the first one Grimmjow and I are on the same boat (though there's WAY more to my story... DUDE. I could totally add more to this... *runs off with phone*)

*runs back* Tell me what you think ya? Oh and Physics? Shit. is still under construction CHAPTER 3 WILL BE UP...(sometime :)

Grimmjow glared at the ceiling, which was about to burst into flames any second. Deciding he needed a break he lay on the bed and had begun to randomly think about things. He replayed the week's events systematically; struggle through the first three hours of school, auto-pilot the rest. Gym. Eat. Repeat. Kensei. Repeat. Again Kensei. Grimmjow grabbed the nearest pillow and half-heartedly smothered himself. This was not going to plan at all. Forgetting the pillow he covered his eyes with the crook of his elbow. He had unintentionally fallen for the man- harder. When Grimmjow had jokingly asked if Kensei wanted to work out he was wary when Kensei agreed. This was to say he didn't believe and especially when they had decided to run at seven in the morning. On that Saturday Grimmjow hadn't bothered to check his e-mail, it was six AM and he was tired. He simply made his way to the location they picked. Grimmjow was mildly shocked to see a sleepy Kensei with tussled hair lounging in his car in the empty parking lot. During their two mile run they bickered back and forth about the cold and eventually began to stray into personal topics. Crossing the line, Grimmjow strategically pried about any "girlfriends". He remembered that Kensei became serious and avoided the subject vehemently- a hint Grimmjow followed up on. In the weeks that followed they had met at least twice a week. Talking again about random subjects on their run or during their break in sprints. Making a point not to ask too personal questions, Grimmjow was shocked when Kensei asked if he was interested in any of the girls at school. A little pissed that Kensei never answered first, Grimmjow truthfully answered. The few seconds after his reply were what was giving him a brain hemorrhage. Kensei gave him a searching look, studying him sharply. When their eyes locked on each other Grimmjow knew something was said. He had hoped to God that he interpreted it right. Grimmjow closed the space between them and possessively encircled Kensei with his body. His rough lips colliding and melding into Kensei's, pleading for entrance while he held him tighter. Kensei had willingly and eagerly complied, using his own brute force to hold their bodies as close as he could. Opening his mouth on Grimmjow's demand and snaking cold hands up his shirt. Grimmjow shivered at the ghostly traces. What happened next made his heart stop and stomach clench. Kensei roughly shoved Grimmjow away, embarrassment and anger masking his face. Too fast to even remember he was left alone, this had been two weeks ago and not a sign since. The pain Grimmjow had felt stab him then was replaced by anger, fueled by the desire to know "why" it had gone so wrong.

Having the boys over for dinner was a good chance to catch up with her brother Grimmjow and his boyfriend Kensei. Neiliel was humming happily to herself in the kitchen and picked up another tray to take out. She almost dropped the platter of roast beef at what she saw. Both men were attacking the assortment of food she placed earlier. All the meat, rice and side dishes were gone and in their place mini mountains of plates and bowls.
"You gonna eat that?" Grimmjow eyed the beef his sister was clutching to protectively. Kensei snagged the last bowl of rice and shoveled mounds at a time into his mouth. Soon he too was staring at the roast beef. Neiliel, fearing for her safety, set the large tray down onto the dining table and made a quick escape. In the kitchen she could hear the clinking of forks and knifes, at least they were using them.

"You're going to get fat," Kensei stated as he watched Grimmjow inhale a large pizza. Grimmjow arched his eyebrows and threw the pizza box at his silver haired friend.
"Bullshit, this," Grimmjow lifted his shirt revealing washboard abs, "isn't gonna go away with just one box," he gave his trademark grin.
Kensei frowned; he couldn't indulge in junk food with contest being two weeks away. He was still in the process of losing water weight, eating a sodium/carb filled pizza would ruin that for him. Grimmjow was a bastard; his dick is shoved into his fucking personality.
-Next Day-
"WHERE THE FUCK IS MY RED BARON PIZZA!," a thunderous roar echoed throughout the house. Too bad no one was home, Kensei was contently on his way to the gym- knowing trash day would be soon.

"Hey," I nudged his cheek gently. His silver hair was mused and in an array, sticking to his skin from all the sweat. The flush from his cheeks was going away, revealing a healthy tan. His body was relaxed next to mine, rippling muscles limp from exertion. The heat our bodies made under the covers was slowly fading. He was asleep but opened his eyes hazily, warm chocolate orbs focusing on me. I smirk and take his lips, coaxing him to open for me. The smell of his skin, a clean and open scent of the forest. His taste is delicious and intoxicating, I moan into his mouth- I can't get enough of it. I slide the covers off of him, revealing defined muscles under tanned skin, littered with scars. We're the same, fighters at heart, untamed beasts. Though we both managed to tame each other, the hardened men that we are. The heat's returning as I continue to trace his body, lingering at spots. His large warm hands gently cup my face, bringing me a breath away. We stare at each other, our usual icy glares are softened and warmed when we're together. My heart swells and my arms protectively encircle him, I bury my head into his shoulder. He is mine, as I am his.

Reviews? Suggestions? (btw I'm working on a ShunsuixStarrk drabble and/or oneshot... or story)