AN: Beforehand I want to thank you all for reviewing and giving me some feedback. I'm glad to know that you guys are liking the story so far. I think I might be able to stretch it out maybe a good nine or ten more chapters and then I'm gonna start another story that's been on my mind. Anyway enough of my silly rambling enjoy.

Blame it on the goose
Got you feeling loose
Blame it on Patron
Got you in the zone
Blame it on th a-a-a-a-a-alcohol
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol

The fiery haired young man and his albino companion zigzagged their way through the school's corridors without exchanging any words. It was was rather empty; the lack of hall monitors or passing students was rather strange. Ever since the incident with the previous student teacher Szayel, and Shiro conspired, that particular corridor was monitored intently. None the less, the two men made it out in what seemed a rush.

Before Ichigo could open the door leading outside he was pressed against the cold metal door, and his lips were captured in soft kiss. Ichigo couldn't keep his eyes open, as his lips were met with Shiro's; it was just too much at the moment. Shiro pulled himself back allowing Ichigo to push the door open. The pathway to the restroom was clear and the two young men made a run for it, not wanting to waste any more time.

Ichigo paused at the bathroom door; everything was bringing back such nostalgia. The warm sun on his skin, the soft quiet breeze which seemed to tussle with his hair, the cloudless blue sky, and then Shiro; everything was right again. He pushed the door open and tugged Shiro inside.

Once the two made it inside strong hands made it to Ichigo's slim waist, and he was shoved into the familiar stall which they claimed as their own. Ichigo wanted more attention from Shiro so he delved back into the albino for another kiss. Shiro's long fingers crept from Ichigo's waist to his rear giving him a firm squeeze, and simultaneously pulling him closer making a slight moan to slip from the redhead's throat. As the kiss got deeper their tongues were mingling and sliding against one another, hushed moans escaped from each of them, breathing grew much more ragged, and temperatures grew hotter.

Ichigo couldn't believe this. He was actually getting aroused for the first time in months. He found himself pressing in closer to Shiro, not wanting to leave his warmth and as Shiro broke the kiss Ichigo let out a soft, nearly inaudible whine.

Shiro's golden eyes were darkened with lust when they met with Ichigo's which mirrored his own, as he spoke in hushed whisper aimed directly into Ichigo's ear, "Ya miss me King?"

"Fuck yes." Ichigo responded in a breathless moan.

"Show me." Shiro remarked before taking Ichigo's sensitive cartilage between his teeth, which drew another moan from redhead.

Ichigo knew exactly what the albino meant, and was eager to perform for him. He shoved Shiro back against the stall door using the majority of his strength, causing the neighboring stalls to tremble. Without a second thought he reached his hands down and tore apart Shiro's pants, not bothering to fiddle with the button. Not much to his surprise was the albino's cock standing at attention. Ichigo got to his knees and took no haste in taking Shiro's massive length into his mouth. Shiro grabbed Ichigo's hair and forced him to take the stiff member into his throat a bit early. Ichigo let out a muffled moan, after a rush of his hot drool enveloped around Shiro's cock easing it further into his throat.

Ichigo turned very passive when it came to Shiro, just as Shiro turned aggressive with him; they both loved it. Ichigo fed off the dominance and Shiro fed off the passivity. The pure untouched passion which drew from each other acted as fuel to awaken their unexplained lust they had for each other. Their relationship was based primarily on sex anyway.

Ichigo stared up at Shiro as he plunged into his throat vigorously. Shiro's eyes were screwed shut and head was tilted back, mouth as gaped open letting out slipped moans. Ichigo grabbed Shiro's hand from his hair, and pulled himself back. Shiro opened his eyes, and looked down into Ichigo's eyes which practically screamed, "Fuck me."

The albino picked up Ichigo by the collar of his shirt, and slammed him against the other side of the stall. Their lips locked once more and their tongues collided against each other practically fighting, Ichigo's hands fumbled with his own pants button, but Shiro grew impatient and just pulled them apart just as Ichigo did to his own. The grey uniform slacks fell to the ground and Ichigo was risen out of them so that his bottom half was exposed.

Ichigo wrapped his slender, yet cut muscular legs around Shiro's waist as his arms hooked around his neck, allowing their lips to drag away to breath. Barely taking any prep time, Shiro let his unguided cock thrust into Ichigo with a husky moan, which was followed by a sensual cry of pleasure mixed with pain from Ichigo's lips.

Pushed up against the stall, succulent growls mixed with needy mewling whimpers, as Ichigo bounced his hips to meet with Shiro's powerful thrusts. Ichigo felt as if he were going to melt in Shiro's arms as his prostate was hit; his back arched against the wall of the stall and a slurred mix of curses left his lips which only cause Shiro to thrust himself even deeper, and eventually fill Ichigo with his seed with a staccato growl.

"Nn—Yes!" Ichigo cried out out as his cock twitched, and emptied itself from his body being overstimulated. Ichigo's mind was frenzied, yet everything was such a blur. He hadn't had such an experience since, Grimmjow.

Grimmjow? Why Grimmjow? Why was he thinking of him at a time like this? Why was he even comparing that one time with Grimmjow to…this?

They stayed in the position for a few moments longer, as Ichigo was lost in thought and Shiro tried to regain his strength. After a while Ichigo began to peel himself from Shiro so he could stand on his own.

They cleaned themselves up, and dressed themselves without a word. As Ichigo prepared to leave the stall, Shiro grabbed his shoulder and leaned in to kiss him which Ichigo didn't respond to, but just allowed for it to happen and just left.

"What the fuck did I just do?" Ichigo spoke to himself as he left the bathroom, leaving Shiro behind. He headed back into the corridor, then back to class which was a little more than halfway over. He took his seat, not bothering to look at Grimmjow. The student teacher didn't say anything to Ichigo as he sat down, but merely continued his lesson.

Every few seconds Grimmjow would look over at the clock propped up on the wall, then at the door and with time Ichigo didn't return his heart sank a little bit, and his jealousy rose a bit more. He couldn't concentrate on the lesson, because he was too busy thinking about what his best friend and Shiro were doing. The worst part the whole situation is Grimmjow couldn't do anything about it.

What seemed like an eternity later Ichigo came striding in, and he didn't even look at Grimmjow. He took notice on how his hair had been messed with, and his shirt was wrinkled. In the back of his mind he hoped that Ichigo didn't do anything with Shiro, but at that point the hope was gone.

Shiro walked into the class room a few minutes later as if on cue, and plopped himself down next to Ichigo. Grimmjow was bustling with pure rage just at the sight of Shiro. He felt extremely jealous at the fact that Ichigo would bed a snake, but not even glance at him. Ichigo was his friend first.

Some fuckin' best friend.

The bell rang for class to be dismissed, and Shiro wrapped his arm around Ichigo's waist and walked with him out the door, but not before shooting Grimmjow a smug, conceited grin.

"I'm gonna fuckin' kill him." Grimmjow shot up out of his seat, but was stopped by both Ikakku and Yumichika.

"Easy there Big Blue, you don't want to wreck things with Ichigo even further do you?" Yumichika said trying to calm Grimmjow.

Grimmjow shook his torso, breaking off from the couple's grip with a grunt. It was true he didn't want to drive Ichigo further from him, but he did want to resolve things. He didn't want to do it while that albino freak was around, otherwise he'd end up in prison for murder.

The night sky was beautiful that particular night, the moon was abnormally big and crescent shaped. The sky was just a sheet of darkness, with no other light, but from the moon. Ichigo laid out on his roof which wasn't too far from his bedroom window, and just stared up at the sky, just thinking. Shiro had been texting him non-stop since he got home from school, and he couldn't blame him. Why did he choose to sleep with him? Why did he feel so relieved after he did it? Did he love Shiro again? Did Shiro love him again? Most importantly, why couldn't he stop thinking about Grimmjow the whole time they were doing it? Sure, Shiro was generally rough and knew just where to touch Ichigo but Grimmjow…damn that Grimmjow.

Ichigo was so lost in thought; he didn't hear the very person in his thoughts calling out his name.

"Ichi! Ichigo! Fuck this…YO FIRECROTCH!" Grimmjow shouted out with a bit of mirth in his tone.

"The fuck're you doing shouting for? It's three in the morning Blue Balls." Ichigo responded, with a grin on his lips.

"I bring a peace offering."

"Oh?"

Grimmjow held up a full bottle of alcohol they had previously gotten into in their early teens, strawberry flavored Absolut Vodka. Ichigo almost immediately hopped off the roof top and landed agilely on his feet. They wouldn't ever drink at his house, not after what happened when Isshin caught them before.

Four years ago…

"Oi! G-Grimmjow!" thirteen year old Ichigo slurred as he passed the vodka bottle over to his thirteen year old best friend Grimmjow.

"Whaddya want Ich?" Grimmjow responded after took the bottle from his friend and took a long swallow from it.

"I ferget!" Ichigo immediately began laughing, he doubled over holding his sides he didn't know why it was so funny. Grimmjow fell on the floor and was literally rolling hysterically laughing.

Isshin had taken the twins to their appointment with Dr. Unohana, and the boys had grown bored and found themselves in Isshin's liquor cabinet. Through the many they sampled the vodka had been the best tasting, considering all Isshin had was sake, and whiskey. The vodka went down hard, and tasted similar to rubbing alcohol but it had a sweet aftertaste of strawberries.

The boys were too busy laughing to hear Isshin step into the house, and walk into the kitchen to find them drunk off their asses. Being Isshin, he didn't do anything at the time, but simply took the bottle from them and sent them to bed.

'BANG!' 'BANG!' 'BANG!'

"RISE 'N SHINE BOYS!" Isshin banged together two pans together, over the cuddling boys waking them up immediately.

"AH! DAD STOP! MY HEAD!" Ichigo cried out whilst holding his ears, as Isshin didn't let up on the banging. Grimmjow pulled away from Ichigo and tilted his head over the bed and abruptly threw up on the floor, and then he sat back on the bed holding his ears as not to hear the clanging of the pots.

"Do you like drinking liquor now boys?" Isshin spoke with a certain chipper tone.

They both screamed simultaneously, "NO!"

Isshin figured they had enough torture, for now, and left the room.

From then on whenever Grimmjow and Ichigo ever wanted to drink, it wouldn't be at either of their houses, because Nel wasn't so easy when it came to punishment either. There was an abandoned warehouse where an old gang called the 'Visoreds' used to hang, but then they switched places and left. The warehouse was furnished comfortably, had electricity, and running water too. The best part about the whole thing was it was their secret, and no one else knew about it.

The walk to the hideout was silent, and neither of them looked at each other; being next to each other and simply being in each other's presence was enough. As they made it to the forsaken building, they found that nothing much changed about it. They hopped the gate that was put up to prevent trespassers, and then stepped inside. As they turned on the lights, both of them let out a brief sigh of content; nostalgia simply overcoming both of them. They both made their way to the sofa in the middle of the practically empty building and sat down next to each other.

No words were exchanged even after Grimmjow opened up the bottle and took swig from it, then handed it off to Ichigo. Ichigo took a swallow from it as well, and passed the bottle back to Grimmjow.

About half an hour later, the majority of the alcohol was gone and the teens were buzzed and were comfortable enough to talk to each other, and share a few laughs as well.

"So you're tellin' me, everyone on the varsity wrestling team is gay, but none of them are outta the closet?" Grimmjow asked after taking his turn with the bottle, a bark of laughter escaping from him as Ichigo sullenly nodded with a grin, as he took the bottle and took a drink. "They're all ugly as fuck Ichi you definitely could've done better."

"You haven't called me Ichi in a while Grimm…I missed it." Ichigo was blushing awkwardly, but didn't try to hide it.

"I missed ya in general Ichi." Grimmjow shook his head when he was offered the bottle so Ichigo simply sat it down. Grimmjow reached his hand over to gently brush over Ichigo's reddening cheek. Grimmjow hadn't ever been gentle or soft ever.

"I missed you too Grimmy…" Ichigo spoke as he averted his eyes up to Grimmjow's. Their eyes locked, and tension began to form. Grimmjow kept softly stroking Ichigo's cheek, and Ichigo placed his hand over Grimmjow's.

Grimmjow leaned down as if directed to and placed a soft, chaste kiss on Ichigo's lips. Ichigo reciprocated the action kissing him back. Within a few moments, the kiss grew heated and Ichigo was pulled into Grimmjow's lap.

Ichigo had his arms hooked around Grimmjow's neck; his tongue was sliding over Grimmjow's as well. He tasted of the alcohol, with strawberry, and something else that just screamed Grimmjow. This kiss dragged on for a few minutes more, before it slowed down and eventually stopped.

"Damn." Grimmjow chuckled briefly as the kiss broke.

Ichigo stood up from Grimmjow's lap, and turned to the exit. "I gotta go Grimm, I'll see ya tomorrow."

Grimmjow immediately stood up, and grabbed his shoulder. "Ichi don't go did I do somethin' wrong?"

"No Grimmjow, I just—I need to think."

"About what?"

"Nothing, its nothing."

"I'm yer best friend and yer hiding things from me? What kinda best friends do that?"

"The ones that fuck each other Grimmjow."

"You didn't have a problem when you were fuckin' every other guy at school. Oh, and might I add Shiro! That fucker cheated on you, and he fuckin' burned you yet you didn't think twice before jumpin' on his dick too!"

Ouch…

"The ONLY reason I started doing that is because you fucked that whore at IHOP not even ten minutes after you did with me!"

"You fucking dumbass, I didn't even fuck with her!"

"I can't believe the bullshit coming out of your mouth." Ichigo scoffed which followed by his eyes rolling.

Grimmjow sighed, and rubbed the back of his neck. He had a feeling he was going to regret what he was going to say. "No fuckin' bullshit, I couldn't get what we did out of my head."

"Wait…what?" Ichigo narrowed his eyes.

"The idea of you and me fuckin', I couldn't stop thinking about it."

Ichigo felt his cheeks sting a slight pink once again. He'd fallen silent for a while, then gave a soft chuckle.

"Really Grimm?"

"Yeah man." Grimmjow responded, while letting a soft chuckle escape him as well.

"So much for no feelings huh?"

"Heh..che."

Ichigo headed back over to the couch and grabbed the bottle, and slowly began to drink out of it again.

"Let's try and salvage the remains of our friendship…I mean I owe it to Shiro to give him another chance, but for tonight…one more for the road?"

Grimmjow gave a soft smile which was strange for him and nodded. He sat down on the couch next to Ichigo and grabbed the bottle to take another drink before sitting it down on the ground. If this would be the last time he could do this with Ichigo, Grimmjow was determined to make sure it was one that neither he nor Ichigo would ever forget.

AN: Yeah, I kinda turned Ichigo into a little bit of a whore :p do you guys hate me for it? Oh, and the dreaded cliffhanger just when it was gettin' good. A little bit of smut, a little bit of fluff, a little bit of humor, and splash of flashback. Tell me what you guys think, and like always thanks for readin'. Ah and before I forget those lyrics are from the chorus from Jamie Foxx ft. T-Pain's Blame It. I totally thought it would suit what happens at the end of the chapter.