AN: Before I forget thanks for the reviews guys, I already got so many followers, and positive things from just that first chapter, I WILL be making it into a multi-chapter one, so no it's not just going to be a two-shot. There was a bit of confusion with what 'the clap' was its, gonorrhea a sexually transmitted infection, and NO Grimmjow is not going to have sex with Ichigo while he has the infection, let's not get crazy. Alright, now that that has been cleared up, let's start the story.

What the FUCK just happened? Was this really happening? Why was this happening to him? He had been the best boyfriend he could be. He did everything Shiro wanted. Where did it all go wrong?

Ichigo was running down the halls; letting the tears stain his cheeks. The last time he had ever cried like this was when his mother had died, but after that he promised to stay strong for her. But thishurt like a mother fucker. His legs took him to the nearest place of privacy he could find.

The Boys' bathroom. Thank god it was empty. The bathrooms were outside of the school building and that was a good thing, considering Ichigo felt as if the bathroom angered him more than Shiro did. The sole of his shoe connected with the nearest stall and he walked in. Feeling like his body was on autopilot; he automatically begins to deliver heavy blow after heavy blow onto the walls of the cubicle. The fact that it wasn't just a random stall made it even worst.

2 Years Ago…

"C'mon King, I promise it ain't gonna kill ya." Shiro said sitting down in the bathroom room stall, his pants to his ankles, Ichigo to his knees, between his legs, he didn't know what happened.

They had been in Kenpachi's P.E. class, sparring, when all of a sudden things got way too hot. Shiro left for the bathroom, and a few minutes later, texted Ichigo to come inside as well for no stated reason. Within a few seconds, Ichigo was walking into the boy's bathroom and was immediately slammed against the door with Shiro's lips over his own. Their tongues were sliding and rolling against each other, twisting in an intricate dance. Moans of pleasure spilled from Ichigo, as his boyfriend definitely knew how to work his tongue. Ichigo tried to push away for air, but Shiro pinned his wrists above his head. 'Fuck!' . Ichigo knew he was in trouble. Shiro forced his way onto Ichigo's neck, his mouth clamping onto it sucking fiercely on the flesh. His tongue rolling over it only made Ichigo's body turn to butter. Then, everything stopped and Ichigo's hands were released. 'What the fuck!?' Shiro grabbed the front of Ichigo's pants and dragged him to the bathroom stall. 'Their bathroom stall.' He always said in that voice that always gave Ichigo chills. "On yer knees…" Ichigo swiftly obeyed, and looked up at him with confusion, as well as lust saturated in his auburn eyes as he watched his boyfriend sit down on the closed toilet, and within seconds his pants were pulled down; his impressive erection was standing at attention, it had been bobbing in the air for a few seconds, then it stopped standing straight up in the air with its leaking tip pointed towards Ichigo. This was his Ichigo's first time doing something like this. His eyebrows furrowed on his forehead and he swallowed; clearly stalling. He hadn't ever felt so put on the spot before. His heart was racing, his body was hotter than it had ever been before. Suddenly, he snapped out of his trance when Shiro grabbed the back of his head; forcing him closer to his throbbing erection.

Ichigo had watched a sex movie the day before with Shiro, so he had the idea about what he wanted. He just felt rushed and pressured. He didn't want to do this here; this isn't how he imagined his first experience with Shiro would be. He glanced up and auburn eyes locked with the black on gold ones.

"King…if you don't do it I'll find someone who will, you don't want that now, do you?" he said softly, and almosttoosweetly. Ichigo shook his head, sighing heavily. He wrapped his slender fingers around the throbbing, slick shaft of Shiro's erection and closed his eyes. He directed the head into his mouth, his teeth roughly scraping against the skin, causing Shiro to hiss slightly, and bark out at Ichigo. "Don' let yer teeth touch it!" Ichigo opened his mouth further, taking his boyfriends cock deeper into his mouth. He began sucking on the hard, thick organ in his mouth. Shiro moaned and let his head fall back as his eyes slipped closed. "Jus' like tha' king...use your tongue too…" Ichigo followed as instructed and quickly figured out what Shiro liked, and what he didn't like. He moved his head up and down; bobbing on it to no certain rhythm. His tongue had gotten used to swirling around his cock; tasting something bitter and utterly Shiro. Ichigo had gotten the hang of it, and felt as if he could take it in further. He tried to; only to gag on his massive length. Shiro loved it, he loved it a bit too much. He forced Ichigo's head down onto his cock, forcing all of it in. Ichigo's eyes shot open, tears immediately filling them. He was choking. He was gonna gag, but he couldn't with Shiro logged into his throat, so he had the idea on what he wanted, he just felt rushed, and pressured he didn't want to do this here, this isn't how he imagined his first experience with Shiro, his auburn eyes locked with the black-gold ones.

"King…if you don't do it I'll find someone who will, you don't want that do you?" he said softly, and almost too sweetly. Ichigo shook his head, sighing heavily around the thick appendage in his mouth. He wrapped his slender fingers around the throbbing shaft of Shiro's erection, and closed his eyes. He suckled on the twitching tool in his mouth; his teeth roughly scraping against the skin by accident, causing Shiro to hiss slightly, and let up, then Shiro began bucking his hips wildly into his mouth and he let out a hoarse cry. "Fuck! I'm cummin'!" Soon his seed was filling Ichigo's throat, forcing him to swallow it if he wanted to be able to breathe. Ichigo felt it gush down into his throat, coating its walls and felt strange as it settled into his stomach. Shiro let go of his boyfriends head and Ichigo started coughing and wiping the tears from his eyes. 'Who does he think he is!?' He seriously couldn't breathe, that asshole! Ichigo opened his mouth after recovering to give Shiro a piece of his mind, but, before he could, he was cut off. "I love you, Ichigo." Ichigo fought the crimson which crept onto his cheeks, completely forgetting the issue, and he responded, "I love you too, Shiro…"

This stall had been the first place they had their first sexual experience with each other, but more importantly, it was the first time that Shiro told Ichigo he loved him.

Ichigo's knuckles had begun bleeding, but he didn't feel it. He simply delivered blow after blow onto the stall's wall, not caring anymore, he was hurting so much inside that nothing else mattered. "YOU! FUCKING! BASTARD!" Ichigo paused between each word; making sure to deliver a strike to the wall each time. His tears had gone dry, his jaw was clenched, and his eyes were reddened and puffed. His throat was going hoarse, he didn't care though. Something or someone needed to feel as much pain as he did.

Grimmjow knew that his best friend was hurting and hurting bad. They had been best friends since they were only 5 and the only time he saw his friend cry like this was when his mother, Masaki, died. Hell, Grimmjow, himself, had cried. She was like a second mother to him. Although he did have a great mother himself, but she had to work two jobs and, since his dad had decided to get her pregnant when she was just fifteen and then just bail on them, she was literally all he had. But, honestly, that didn't matter right now. He knew Ichigo, and when Ichigo was this upset, it wouldn't be smart for anyone to get in his way.

He knew exactly where his best friend had gone to- that special stall in the boys' bathroom outside. It's where he always went, no matter if he was with Shiro or not. But, when he was with Shiro, he often played lookout for them while they did it. Although, it made him insanely jealous, but he just brushed it off as sexual frustration.

He sprinted through the halls and burst out the door. Kicking the door open to the bathroom where his best friend had been. Ichigo was bleeding, he had been punching the walls from the looks of it. He grabbed his best friend's wrist, as he prepared to throw it back for another punch. Ichigo hadn't cared who it was, another fist was suddenly sent flying through the air again. This one towards Grimmjow. He caught it, but moved his grip to the wrist as to not hurt his friend's probably fractured knuckles. Grimmjow didn't even have to speak. His calming, cerulean eyes met with Ichigo's fiery, pain filled eyes and then suddenly Ichigo had begun to cry again as he broke down onto his knees; screaming in agony. Grimmjow caught him, and held him close; his strong arms holding his best friend to his chest and letting him soil his uniform shirt with tears.

Ichigo had tried speaking, but he was sobbing too heaily, "H-H-He…" was all the male was able to get out before he started bawling once again. Grimmjow spoke softly. "I know Ichi…just breath I'm here for ya, let it all out." He knew he should've been angry with Shiro, but that wasn't as important as this. His friend didn't need that right now. He could see why Ichigo was so upset. He was hurt, he was lied to, he was embarrassed, he was cheated on, and that fucker even gave him gonorrhea.

After a few more moments of Ichigo crying his eyes out, he looked up at Grimmjow, whose eyes didn't look as laidback and chill as usual. Instead, they were filled with so much concern that they seemed to glow. He sniffled a few times, hiccupping as well, and Grimmjow wiped away a few stray tears which manage to slip from Ichigo's eyes again. His eyebrows furrowed in the middle of his forehead, so Grimmjow asked.

"Feel a little better?"

"Fuck no…" Ichigo croaked, his head was now pounding, his eyes burned, his throat was sore, and his hands were fucked up. This wasn't a good thing, but it stopped hurting so much when Grimmjow took him into his arms. Grimmjow let out a dry chuckle and stood up; bringing his friend over to the sink so he could wash his face free from the evidence of his pain, and he did so. Then, their gaze met once again. Grimmjow placed his arm over his friends shoulder, and jerked his head in the direction of the exit.

"Let's get you home, yeah?" His voice still a bit soft, and comforting. Ichigo nodded and with that, they left the bathroom, past the school grounds, and headed in the direction of Ichigo's home. Grimmjow would have someone drop their stuff off later.

The trip was silent on the way back to Ichigo's home, but it was better that way. They walked into the small home, knowing nobody would be there. He wasn't ready for the barrage of attacks from his father, he needed to lie down. He looked up at his best friend, and he could feel his tense body relax instantly. Grimmjow was a great friend; he had always been there for him, and vise-versa.

12 years ago…

A five year old Grimmjow walked into his kindergarten class room, and already people were giving him strange looks because of his blue hair and matching eyes. Grimmjow hadn't wanted to move away from his old home. He loved his house in Germany, with mommy and daddy. He still remembered the night that daddy had left them, as it only happened a few weeks ago.

One night, he woke up and heard them arguing, this happened a lot then. But when he heard something break and his mom let out a scream, he ran out of the room to see his dad towering over his mom; she was holding her nose, her sea green tresses covered her eyes. When she removed her hand a pink gash that hadn't been there before appeared; covering the area above the bridge of her nose and stretched all the way out to her cheek bones on either side. Daddy had hit her with the lamp.

"Grimmjow baby, go back to bed." Her voice calm and her natural hazel-grey eyes still covered with her hair.

Grimmjow had walked over to his mom; he could see the blood slipping down her face and it made him angry. He turned to his massive father, his hair and eyes matching Grimmjow's though his eyes were piercing cold at that point. His muscles were much defined, and he was tall around 6 or 7 feet tall.

"Stop hurting mommy!" He said and rushed his father repeatedly kicking him in his shin as that was all he could do, but he did it with all his might. Grimmjow's mother yanked him by his shirt throwing him back towards the hallway; her strength was overwhelming for a woman her size.

Grimmjow's father let out a laugh and shook his head, "You and that damned kid ruined my life Nelliel, and I'm getting it back." With that, he turned, walking out the front door with a slam. Nel sat there; much relieved that he was gone. Grimmjow had run towards the door immediately after his father had slammed it. He tried to reach the door handle, but he was a runt and couldn't reach it. Tears ran down his face, he didn't mean to attack his dad; he just wanted him to stop hurting his mom.

"Daddy, I'm sorry! Please come back! I'll be good I promise!" He was yelling as loud as he could, he stumbled over to the couch, and kneeled up onto the window sill. He began banging on it, begging for his father not to go. His father had already started the car, not even glancing at his son, before he peeled off. Grimmjow watched in horror. 'It was his fault. He caused his dad to leave' He thought to himself. He turned to his mom. "I'm s-sorry mommy, I didn't mean to make daddy leave."

Nel stood up and made her way to the couch, her arms pulling her son onto her bosom; embracing him. "Shh…don't say that. It is not your fault mein sohn." She only spoke German when Grimmjow was upset; it always seemed to comfort him. "It's just you and me now, daddy can't hurt me anymore, and you were able to protect me." She said soothingly her fingers combed through Grimmjow's. He sniffled a bit, and looked up at her.

"I-I did?" He asked softly and she responded with a warm smile and a nod. "I'll always protect you mommy, no one is going to hurt you anymore. We don't need daddy; I'll be your husband." He said excitedly and grinning widely.

"No son, it doesn't work that way." She couldn't help but laugh at what Grimmjow said. She picked him up, and kissed his forehead. "Ich liebe dich mein sohn." Grimmjow reached up and kissed his moms cheek, though it was stained with dried blood he didn't care.

"Ich liebe dich auch Mutter." He said stumbling on a bit of the words, as English was his first language. She carried him to her bedroom, and laid him down where immediately, Grimmjow was out cold.

Grimmjow was generally a nice boy although he was very shy and it didn't help that he had a horrible temper. He held his lunchbox in his hand tightly watching all the other students converse with each other. He walked over to a general group of students and sat down at a desk where he was immediately pushed off.

"You can't sit here blueberry." Said a young girl with twin blonde ponytails sticking out of each side of her head, her eyebrows arched, and her snaggle-tooth hung from her lips, it was sharper than it should have been. Grimmjow was taught to never harm a woman, so he nodded and lowered his head. Then a soft voice spoke up defending the fallen boy.

"Hiyori, be nice to him. Silhoun-sama said that he's the new student." Ichigo stood over the blue haired boy and offered him a hand. Grimmjow immediately took it and stood up.

"Thank you." He responded soon after he stood up; his eyes met with the boy's bright orange hair and he thought. 'He was different too.'

"I'm Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez." He said slowly, his eyes not wanting to meet the other boys.

"I'm Ichigo Kurosaki, cool lunch box." He smiled pointing at Grimmjow's Blue Power Ranger lunch box. Grimmjow smiled, it was the first time someone had talked to him, and it wasn't even about his hair color. Ichigo guided Grimmjow over to his group of friends and they welcomed him with open arms. It was the first time Grimmjow had friends, and it was all because of Ichigo. He hadn't ever been so happy before.

"Grimm, can you stay with me I don't think I wanna be alone right now." He asked, and then Grimmjow smiled and nodded.

"A 'course I will, I won't leave ya Ichi, I'll always be here for ya." Ichigo smiled and nodded his head wearily, today had taken so much out of him and he could really use a nap. Grimmjow picked him up over his shoulder, and carried him upstairs, and to his bedroom so that they could sleep peacefully. Hopefully, when Ichigo woke up everything would hurt less, but he couldn't bear to think about anything else for too long. Grimmjow laid him on the bed, and he got in next to him. They always slept in the bed together, both of them having found that they slept easier with someone with them. With that, Grimmjow wrapped his arms around Ichigo's head, and held it to his chest. Within seconds Ichigo was out, and then Grimmjow let his eyes slip close before he was asleep as well.

AN: So..? How was this one? Better? Worse? Gimme some feedback! Once again thanks for reading!

And a few things, Grimmjow and Ichigo are seniors in high school, they're both 17.

***German-English Translations:

Mein sohn: My son

Ich liebe dich mein sohn: I love you my son.

Ich liebe dich auch Mutter: I love you too mother.