DAMN THIS IS A LONG CHAPTER! But I guess that's a good thing for you guys, right? I hope I wrapped things up nicely in this one! I've been busy like hell so sorry about the haphazard updating.

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Now, I know this story is rated T but this chapter is rated M for content. So you have been warned. Although I think some of you have been waiting for this…

Proceed and enjoy!

Ichigo glanced up quickly.

He quickly lowered it when he saw it was just someone leaving for the night. He morosely gazed down at his glass of wine. He really wanted to get something that would get him drunk as hell and forget everything that had happened. But he wasn't here to get drunk. He wanted to be sober if he wanted to confront Grimmjow at Urahara's. Though it looked like that wasn't going to happen any time soon.

Ever since that…ordeal at Grimmjow's, Ichigo had been coming to the bar every day, hoping to meet Grimmjow because he sure as hell wasn't allowed inside the guy's house. But it looked like that plan was backfiring as well. Grimmjow hadn't shown up for work for at least five days and it looked like today was going to be the sixth.

Ichigo clenched his trembling hands. Was Grimmjow that mad?

He wanted to make up already. He was so, so mad at everything. Why did Grimmjow get a break? Ichigo was just as pissed. This whole thing was a fucking mess. On top of that, he was keeping a dead man's promise from Grimmjow and it was just killing him.

Gin loved Grimmjow. Maybe even more than Ichigo. So why did he have to keep the secret? Why did his conscience have to be weighed down by it? He was probably being selfish right now but he should be allowed this!

He should just go home. Being in Germany for so long was messing with his head. Maybe coming here had been a mistake. Long distance never worked. Something always went wrong. And besides, his plane was leaving tomorrow. He might as well just pack his bags and go-

'Ichigo!' Urahara chirped as he glided in front of the boy. 'So sorry that Grimmjow didn't show up today! Anyways, I have to close shop so if you don't mind vacating.'

'Yeah, no problem,' Ichigo muttered, getting ready to slide out of his seat. It wasn't surprising that Urahara knew perfect English. He was actually a Japanese-American who had moved to Germany a couple of years back.

'Hey,' Urahara said brightly. 'Maybe he'll come tomorrow! Or you could go to his house! I'm sure he would love to see your face!'

Love…

How could people toss it around like that? Or maybe...he had been the one tossing it around like that while everyone just knew…

'Shinji!' Urahara exclaimed and beamed at someone over Ichigo's head. 'How nice of you to-why are you shaking your head and waving your arms like that?'

Ichigo turned around. Shinji sighed and dropped his hands.

'You weren't supposed to see me,' he admitted in defeat and slipped onto a stool next to him.

'Nice try,' Ichigo replied dryly. They sat in silence as Urahara went off to refill Shunsui's mug. After a moment, Ichigo turned to the blonde. 'How's Grimmjow?'

'He's…he's good…'

'…you were with Renji right now, weren't you?'

Shinji turned beet red.

'How'd you-?' he sputtered.

'There's a lovebite on your neck and I can see a strand of red hair on your shirt.'

'Ah.'

'So how is he?'

'Fantastic. Didn't know he could do that with his mouth-'

'I meant Grimmjow.'

'Oh. Well, I haven't seen him. He's kinda…locked himself in his room. Doesn't want to see anyone. Sounds really upset too. What happened between you two when you dropped him home?'

Ichigo coughed, feeling uncomfortable.

'Kinda said…no…'

'No to what?'

'To…um…'

'Oh.'

'Yeah…'

'…what the fuck? Seriously?! Hot piece of ass like that and you say no?! Angry sex is the best! No wonder he's pissed! I'd be pissed!'

'Not helping…'

'Right, right. Look, just go make up. Believe me, I think he misses you as much as you miss him.'

'Doesn't seem to be showing it.'

'It's kinda hard to show that when his emotions are all over the place right now.'

'I know, Shinji, but-fuck!' Ichigo suddenly banged the table in frustration. 'I don't know what to do! He won't answer the phone, he won't text back, he won't come to the door and he sure as hell won't come to work because he knows I'm waiting for him! What, does he hate me because I didn't want to do it with him?! So sue me but I didn't think sex was going to solve his problems!'

'I know, I know!' Shinji said hastily, putting a reassuring hand on Ichigo's shoulder. 'But it's not your fault.'

Ichigo's anger started to fizzle out.

'Huh?'

'Grimmjow needs to stop acting like a dick and start realizing how much you mean to him. I've done all I can to help him. So has his Mutter. But now, it's up to you. You're the only one who can help him. Do what's right.'

'And what the hell is that?'

'Dunno.' He shrugged his shoulders and stood up. Ichigo stared at him. 'But it'll hit you.'

He leaned forward and grabbed two bottles of beer. He saluted Ichigo with one.

'Later,' he called and began to leave.

'Wait, why wasn't I supposed to see you right now?' Ichigo asked abruptly.

'Oh.' Shinji grinned. 'I was supposed to be back at my place with beer in five minutes otherwise Renji wasn't going to give me a blowjob. I knew if you saw me, I was going to lose.' He sighed. 'Ah well, guess I'll have to make it up to him.'

He winked and walked out of the café.

Damn horny, blonde…

Ichigo wasn't weirded out or anything. It was nice to see Renji with somebody even though he hadn't expected it to be a guy. But all the same, it was nice. And Shinji was being decent about it. In his own way. Like, he wasn't pushing it. He was willing to wait and pamper Renji like a spoilt brat.

Ichigo chuckled a little.

Then he froze.

That was it.

He jumped out of his seat so fast that he knocked it over. But he didn't care. He was running out of the bar in the direction of Grimmjow's house. He knew what he had to do.

He just hoped Grimmjow wasn't going to throw something at him this time.

Someone knocked on the door.

'Go away!' Grimmjow yelled angrily, burying his face in his pillow once more.

'Big bwother,' came a small voice tinged with hurt. 'Nel got you cookies Nel maded today…'

Grimmjow's chest tightened. He was still hurting but that didn't mean he had to take it out on his little sister.

He hesitated. Then, he threw his blanket off and unlocked his door. His eyes widened.

'Wha-?' he sputtered as his Mutter breezed past him followed by Nel. The petite woman perched up on the bed and fixed him with a stern look.

'It was the only way to get you to open the door,' she remarked matter-of-factly.

'That was a dirty trick,' Grimmjow sulked as he shut his door.

'Nonsense. We did get you cookies.'

'Lookie, big bwother!' Nel chirped and held up a plate of chocolate chip cookies.

'No, thanks,' he snapped, still pissed at his Mutter tricking him like that.

Nel looked hurt. Mrs. Jaeguerjacques glared at her Sohn.

'Really, Grimmjow?' she said dryly. 'If Nel cries, I'll make sure you follow.'

'Okay, okay! I'll take a cookie.'

He bit into a cookie and held back a satisfied moan. He hadn't eaten anything in days. It wasn't that he was starving himself. It just took too much of an effort to swallow the food. Though now that he took a bite of something edible, it just hit him how hungry he was.

'Grimmjow.'

He looked up. His Mutter patted the spot next to her. He obeyed. Then, as if on instinct, he gently rested his head on her shoulder and she began to stroke his hair tenderly. In the meantime, Nel clambered into his lap and leaned back against his chest.

Grimmjow felt like he was going to burst. He'd been a complete asshole to everyone lately. Even his own family. And yet, here was his Mutter and little sister, taking care of him like nothing had happened. He didn't deserve this. He didn't to be loved so much and so blindly.

He clenched his hands into fists. He was such a douchebag.

'Grimmjow,' Mrs. Jaeguerjacques whispered. 'I know you feel pathetic right now. We all do. Onkel Gin was dear to all of us. But that doesn't mean you should throw your life away like that.'

Grimmjow inhaled sharply.

'I'm trying,' he croaked, squeezing his eyes shut. 'I'm really trying. Believe me. But…it's hard.'

Mother Jaeguerjacques sighed. She cupped her Sohn's face and lifted it up to meet her gentle eyes.

'And it's not going to get any easier,' she replied and kissed his forward lovingly. 'You need to collect yourself and face the world soon, Grimmjow darling. Otherwise, you'll be left behind.'

Grimmjow bit on his lower lip to hold back a sob. He could feel his eyes watering. He gently pulled away from his Mutter to rub them. Nel looked up in confusion.

'What's wong, big bwother?' she asked and turned around to hug him, probably thinking that might help him in some way. And that did it. The waterworks were on full force and it didn't look like it was going to let up.

'Mutter,' he choked out, tears spilling freely. 'I…I've done some…horrible things. And…and…I've hurt people because of that. I've…I've hurt Ichigo and Onkel Gin and…and…Mutter…'

He suddenly turned to his stunned Mutter, looking her straight in the eyes.

'I never got to say sorry,' he whispered in a pained tone.

He struggled to get his thoughts right but everything was just so muddled. He felt suffocated. He suddenly realized that his Mutter had pulled him into a tight hug, pressing his face into her neck. She smelled like apples. That oddly comforted him.

'Sometimes,' she breathed, as if struggling to say the right thing. 'Things happen and we can't do anything about it. But that is why it is called the past. And instead of looking back, you need to look ahead because that is something you can change.' She seemed to tighten her hold on him for a second. 'Don't forget what you have, Grimmjow. I'm always afraid that you do.'

He curled his trembling hands around her. How the hell did his Mutter know him so well?

Women's intuition.

That's what she'd say if she wasn't hugging him right now.

A chuckled escaped his lips without warning. The sound relaxed his Mutter and released him while pushing his hair behind both ears.

'I love it when you laugh,' she murmured and connected their foreheads. 'You look so handsome when you do. And happy. And that makes me happy.'

He managed a small smile.

'I'm sorry I worried you,' he murmured, abashed. He looked down at Nel. 'And I'm sorry if I was mean to you.'

'But you're always mean to Nel!'

'Oh yeah? When I'm mean do I do this!?'

Nel shrieked as he pulled her shirt up and blew into her belly button. They both started giggling madly as Grimmjow fell back on his bed.

'Well, now that you're in a good mood, how about a late dinner?' Mother Jaeguerjacques laughed as she stood up. 'What do you guys want? Strudel? Goulash? Shepherd's pie?'

Grimmjow and Nel looked at each other and grinned.

'McDonalds!' they both said in unison. Mrs. Jaeguerjacques rolled her eyes.

'I hope you all suffer from cholesterol-clogged arteries,' she sighed. 'Happy meal and a Big Mac?'

'Ja,' Grimmjow laughed. It felt good to be like this again and not all mopey.

His smile lessened a little as his thoughts strayed. Wonder how Ichigo was doing right now…

'Hello?' Stark's voice floated up into his room from the open door. 'Um, yeah, he's home but I don't think he wants to see you. You know the drill, Ichigo. Sorry, mate.'

At Ichigo's name, Grimmjow startled out of bed, almost knocking Nel off in the process too. The little girl looked at her brother in surprise. He raced down the stairs, praying that Ichigo was still there.

When he saw the head of orange in the doorway, he suddenly felt light-headed.

Ichigo glanced up and saw Grimmjow. His eyes widened. Stark, noticing Ichigo's strange expression, also looked back.

'Grimm!' he exclaimed in surprise. 'You finally left your room! Thank-!'

He didn't get a word in as Grimmjow pushed him aside to drag Ichigo into the house and then, without warning, smash his lips against the shocked orangehead's lips.

He missed this. He missed those lips, that hair, that skin, those eyes. Most of all, he missed Ichigo. He wanted to take back everything that had happened, lock it away in a box and lose the key forever. He wanted to rip out every bad thing that had happened between them and fill in those spaces with tender kisses, loving words and honest feelings.

He suddenly realized that Ichigo was responding to the kiss. The man was kissing him back.

Grimmjow felt like crying again as he curled a hand in Ichigo's hair and another around his waist to pull him closer. Ichigo, in turn, wrapped both his hands around Grimmjow, as if trying to meld his body into his lover's. They just let their sense of touch roam free, tongues exploring each other's mouths, lips dragging against lips and teeth nibbling soft skin.

'Ichigo, I love you,' Grimmjow panted in between their pauses to breathe before attacking each other's lips again. 'You hear me? I love you, love you, love you, damn it…'

'Oh, my…'

They pulled away abruptly. Mother Jaeguerjacques blushed bright red.

'I…I'm sorry!' she stammered and turned her back on them as if to give them some privacy. 'I…didn't mean to intrude and-Stark! What are you doing here?!'

'Ummm, coincidence?' the eldest said lamely.

'Well, We need to, uh, get dinner! Grab Nel and let's go!'

'Wha-?'

'Do not talk back to your Mutter!'

'Okay, okay! Jeez!'

Grimmjow and Ichigo watched in amusement as the family bustled about clumsily to leave, trying hard to give the couple some alone time. Even though Nel obliviously complained that she wanted to stay with "big bwother and his girlfriend" to which Ichigo turned scarlet and Grimmjow laughed hysterically.

Mrs. Jaeguerjacques paused at the door for a moment.

'There are extra condoms in the bathroom cabinet if you need any,' she said helpfully.

'MUTTER!' Grimmjow shrieked, scandalized, while Ichigo laughed uncontrollably in the back. As the door clicked shut, the bluenette turned on a grinning Ichigo with a scowl.

'Not a word,' he growled.

'Oh? Then what can I say?' Ichigo teased. Smirking, Grimmjow stalked closer till he was standing nose to nose with the man.

'That you love me back,' he whispered. 'That you accept the fact that I love you so much it hurts to be away from you. That you know I'm so unbelievably sorry that I will grovel at your feet just to get your acceptance.'

'Hmmm,' Ichigo pretended to think. 'I like the groveling bit…'

'Want me to?'

'Seriously?'

'If you want me to, I will. I'll do anything for you, Ichigo.'

Ichigo blinked in surprise. Grimmjow breathed deeply.

'I love you,' he repeated. 'And I can't tell you how stupid I am for not telling you this and not realizing that it was the answer to everything all along. Ichigo…' he caressed the side of the orangehead's face, '…you have every right to hate me, to leave me, to do anything you see fit. I've put you through hell. And I've never acknowledged what you've done for me. I pushed you and pushed you and you just bore it. I…I don't deserve you.' He clenched his hands into fists in Ichigo's shirt and lowered his head. 'All I can hope now is that you'll take me back and believe me when I say I promise never to hurt you again. Ever. Because you mean the world to me, Ichigo.' He lifted his head, tilting it slightly to press a kiss to Ichigo's lips. 'And if I lose you, I've lost everything.'

Ichigo stared at him, stunned for a minute. Then, his eyes lidded and now he leaned forward to kiss Grimmjow sweetly.

'I love you too,' he whispered against the bluenette's lips. 'And I forgave you a long, long time ago. I'm still hurt. But that doesn't mean I love you any less. I'm here, Grimmjow. I'll always be here. I just…I just have two conditions.'

'What are they?'

'Promise not to get mad?'

'I don't have any right to be mad at you anymore.'

Ichigo inhaled sharply.

'I want to make love to you.'

Grimmjow stared in bewilderment. Ichigo looked panicked for a minute.

'I mean, only if you want to,' he said quickly. 'I…I don't want to force you or anything! I…I just-!'

'Are you doing this out of pity because you rejected me last time?' Grimmjow said softly.

'N-no! It's just…I want my first time to be special. And I want it to be with you. I don't want to wait anymore. I love you, Grimm. That's why I want to do it. With you.'

Grimmjow lowered his head again, mind racing. Then it settled. He had made up his mind.

He quickly looked up and kissed the orangehead, taking him back surprise. The force with which Grimmjow attacked Ichigo's lips sent them stumbling backwards a bit.

'Bedroom. Now,' Grimmjow rasped, not intent on leaving Ichigo's lips. The orangehead seemed to be thinking along the same lines.

How they managed to make it to the room was beyond them. They just relied on their sense of touch, tripping over steps as they tried to keep their bodies constantly pressed against each other. As they fell onto Grimmjow's bed, the bluenette felt his heart soaring.

He'd been dreaming of this moment, the moment where they became one. He had always wondered who would top, him or Ichigo. He thought it might be a stint to his masculinity but at this moment, it didn't matter. As long as it was with Ichigo, it didn't really matter. He just wanted to do everything he could to make the orangehead feel good.

'Hey,' Ichigo croaked as Grimmjow straddled his hips and began to undo his belt hurriedly. He tried to bat Grimmjow's hands away. But Grimmjow persisted until he had drug the zipper down and quickly palmed the half-hard erection over the white underwear. Ichigo hissed and threw his head back.

Grimmjow swallowed to wet his dry throat. God, Ichigo looked so damn sexy right now. And the sounds ripping from his throat were exquisite. They hadn't even done anything yet.

The bluenette continued massaging until Ichigo's member was standing at full mast. Then, hand trembling slightly, he pulled back the underwear elastic band to let the erection pull free. Ichigo whined, flinching as cold air hit his erect cock. He glanced up with dark eyes into equally lust-clouded blue ones.

'Grimm…' he murmured, hands trailing up Grimmjow's thighs, dangerously close to the bluenette's own strained erection.

Grimmjow groaned in approval, rotating his hips so that his jean-covered member rubbed against Ichigo's bare one. The short pants coming from Ichigo instigated him to grind down harder, hands sliding under Ichigo's shirt to caress the sensitive skin underneath. He wanted to relieve himself but he ignored his need. Right now, it was all about Ichigo.

However, it looked like Ichigo was thinking along the same lines for Grimmjow.

As soon as Grimmjow rubbed his fingers against Ichigo's nipples, the orangehead suddenly sat up, capturing Grimmjow's lips simultaneously. The action took Grimmjow by surprise and he barely had time to yelp when Ichigo's tongue slipped into his mouth. For a minute, he let Ichigo dominate the kiss, allowing the orangehead to rub his tongue against his own, run it over the backs of his teeth and across his lips. In fact, he thoroughly enjoyed it. And it was even more pleasurable with Ichigo keeping a firm grip on his waist while he grinded into the bluenette's ass.

Just when he had draped his arms around Ichigo's neck, the orangehead pulled away with a gasp. Grimmjow frowned slightly, wondering what was wrong.

'Grimm…' Ichigo whispered, knocking their foreheads together. 'I…I don't want to make you…you know…bottom…I mean, I don't mind…'

Grimmjow's eyes widened. Oh.

Ichigo was scared of bottoming. After all, he had never had sex with a man before. Grimmjow, on the other hand…

'Lock it away,' he chanted to himself as he felt his mind cloud with panic and bad memories. 'Lock it away and do this for Ichigo.'

'Hey…'

Ichigo looked up to see Grimmjow smiling.

'I don't mind,' Grimmjow murmured, kissing Ichigo's nose. 'Like I said, I'd do anything for you, Ichigo.'

Ichigo's smile was dazzling.

'We're going to need lube,' Grimmjow laughed. 'And a condom.'

He felt Ichigo's neck burn in embarrassment. God, the guy was such a virgin right now.

Grinning, he pecked Ichigo once more on the lips before padding off to the bathroom. Although it was extremely difficult, not to mention painful, to do when he was sporting an erection. So while he searched for the lube and condom, he shucked his jeans and shirt into a corner and returned to the bedroom. He couldn't help the smirk spreading across his face when Ichigo's jaw dropped and face reddened at the sight of his naked form.

'Like what you see?' he teased, doing a slow spin to show Ichigo each and every side of his body. The orangehead was mesmerized.

'Uh-huh,' Ichigo said dumbly, eyes now glued to Grimmjow's cock as it stood proudly against his stomach.

'Good answer. Now, let's get you naked.'

'Wha-oof!'

Grimmjow pushed Ichigo down on the bed before proceeding to take off his shirt. His breath hitched. He'd never seen Ichigo without his shirt on. He looked flawless. Ichigo barely had a blemish on his skin. It was dusted a light pink due to his blush but that just added to how amazing his chest was. And those nipples. Like two roses.

Without warning, Grimmjow reached out to pinch both of them. The action drew a strangled cry from the orangehead. He writhed as Grimmjow continued to toy with his nipples, pulling, tweaking, hell, even nibbling on them.

'Fuck, Grimmjow,' Ichigo groaned and thrust his hips up, his cock now rubbing against Grimmjow's bare bottom. That got Grimmjow to stop and gasp in pleasure.

'Oh, wow,' he breathed, hands braced on either side of Ichigo's head. Breathing hard, Ichigo massaged Grimmjow's sides, gripping his hips before bucking his hips up again. This time Grimmjow moaned out loud before burying his face in the sheets next to Ichigo's face.

'Hey, Grimm,' Ichigo whispered. He had a rhythm going, running his hands over Grimmjow's upper thighs before jerking up to grind his cock against Grimmjow's ass. Each time it drew a small cry from the bluenette's lips. 'Hey, umm, can I...ask a favor?'

'Go ahead since I…' Grimmjow inhaled sharply as the tip of Ichigo's erection rubbed against his entrance. '…lack the fucking ability to disagree right now.'

'I've always wanted to, uh…' Ichigo's face was reddening again. Grimmjow looked at him from the corner of his eyes. 'It's kinda a fantasy of mine to, uh…have you…on top and…riding me…'

As soon he got that out he quickly turned his head away, though Grimmjow could see how cherry red his face was.

Grimmjow's mouth tilted up on one side in a smile. He rose up, still sitting on Ichigo's lap, before reaching for the bottle of lube. He knew Ichigo was staring at him as he poured a generous amount of the lotion on his fingers. Then, locking eyes with the orangehead, he reached behind himself and, rubbing the perineum of his entrance, he slipped a finger in.

He shivered. His entrance felt so tight. And judging by the size of Ichigo's cock, it was going to be a snug fit. The image of having Ichigo's cock in him made his entrance tighten. Gritting his teeth to hold in an embarrassing moan, he began to pump the finger in and out. He added a second finger. This time he flinched visibly, causing Ichigo to start in alarm.

'Hey,' Ichigo asked in concern, reaching up a hand to stroke Grimmjow's waist gently. 'Does it hurt that much?'

Grimmjow gave a shaky laugh.

'Gonna hurt a lot more when your cock's in me,' he mused. Ichigo gave him a bemused smile. Smiling back, he added a third finger and cried out.

He hunched forward, shivering a little, and waited for his entrance to get used to the three fingers inside him. Once his muscles stopped contracting, he began to thrust them in at a slow pace, once in a while scissoring himself.

Ichigo's mouth was open again as he watched Grimmjow prep himself. The spikes of pleasure shooting up his spine heightened in intensity. Grimmjow felt like he was going to come just by having Ichigo watch him.

'Shit, Grimmjow,' Ichigo murmured. 'You're so fucking hot like that.'

'Yeah? Well, that was just the appetizer. Here's the main course.'

He winced as he slipped his fingers out. Shaking a little, he reached for the lube again while simultaneously shimmying Ichigo's pants off. Once Ichigo's jeans were midway down his thighs, Grimmjow tipped the slippery fluid all over Ichigo's erection. He saw Ichigo's hands clench into the sheets and then throw his head back as Grimmjow closed his hand around the engorged member. He pumped the appendage slowly, squeezing near the tip whenever his hand slid up. Ichigo was shaking, sweat beading his forehead. He probably was holding off his orgasm, not wanting to come yet. No before they…

Grimmjow released the man's erection, earning a pitiful whine that went straight to his groin. He leaned forward to hungrily press his lips against Ichigo's. He lifted his hips line himself up and began to lower his body on the thick erection. His heart thudded loudly in his ears while body screamed at the painful intrusion.

Ichigo pulled away with a sharp gasp, eyes wide as Grimmjow sucked him in inch by inch. His knuckles were white from clenching the bed sheets, probably to prevent himself from thrusting up too quickly.

When Grimmjow finally had all of Ichigo in him, he let out a breath he hadn't known he had been holding in. He glanced up wearily at Ichigo who looked back with just as hazy a look. Then, the two burst out laughing.

'I think I was expecting something,' Ichigo breathed as he stared at the ceiling.

'Like what?'

'I dunno. Something amazing.'

Grimmjow's heart flip-flopped in fear.

'So…is it?'

'No.' Ichigo glanced at him. 'It's incredibly amazing.'

Grimmjow wanted to laugh again at the sappiness in that reply. It didn't hurt now. He gyrated his hips experimentally.

'Oh, fuck!' Ichigo hissed, grabbing Grimmjow's hips to steady him, digging his nails in by accident, making Grimmjow wince. 'Shit, sorry! It's just…it feels so fucking good I thought I was going to cum…'

'Heh. That's the fucking point.'

When he said "point", Grimmjow purposefully rose up and fell back down on Ichigo's erection. The orangehead gasped. Grimmjow smirked.

'Like that?' he murmured, repeating the action except more forcefully. Ichigo replied with a guttural groan. 'Plenty more where that came from.'

Grimmjow immediately started a rough pace, the burn of pain already melding into burning pleasure lancing up his body. He leaned back, splaying his hands on Ichigo's thighs while he spread his own wide open, giving Ichigo a clear view of Grimmjow's entrance sucking his erection in.

Wet squelches and harsh moans echoed in the room as the two kept going. Now that Ichigo had an inkling of what was going on, he was thrusting back up. He took complete control though when he angled his cock in such a way that Grimmjow was suddenly keeling forward, gasping for air, his pupils fully blown out with arousal. Sticking to that angle, Ichigo hammered away at Grimmjow's prostrate while the bluenette writhed in pleasure above him.

'Shit,' Grimmjow cursed as Ichigo hit that little bundle of nerves inside him repeatedly. 'Oh, fuck…oh, fucking God…harder…harder…ah…ah…'

His body was unbearably hot. Ichigo's body was unbearably hot. Everything was so unbearably, boiling hot he thought he was going to melt. He needed a release. He needed to cum. He needed to come right fucking now otherwise he was going to lose his mind.

He jolted when he felt a hand enclose around his erection. The hand began to pump him in time to the thrusts, starting up a nice rhythm that had him moaning loud enough to rival the most skilled whore.

He was heating up again. Shit, did he just compare himself to a whore?

He bent forward, feeling a coil winding tighter and tighter inside his stomach.

'Now,' he thought desperately. The thrusts were becoming erratic. 'Now, now, fucking now, let me cum, let me cum, let me-'

He gasped as the coil finally unfurled explosively, his body twitching as he came in spurts all over Ichigo's hand. With a final thrust, Ichigo shuddered. Grimmjow shuddered as he felt warm liquid overflow inside him.

He exhaled slowly, sitting up to stretch himself out. Gently, he got off Ichigo's now softening cock, wincing at the pain lancing up his spine. Shit, they hadn't been that rough, had they?

'Fuck,' he groaned as his back made contact with the bed, lying right next to Ichigo. 'I can't feel my legs…'

Ichigo chuckled before turning on his side and surprising Grimmjow with a tight hug.

'That was fucking awesome,' the orangehead murmured, face pressed against Grimmjow's sweaty neck. He kissed the tan column tenderly. 'I love you.'

Grimmjow felt like he was going to melt. He turned on his side so that they were face to face. He cracked a smile before leaning forward to kiss Ichigo deeply on the lips. Then he remembered something and pulled away.

'You said you had two conditions,' he reminded the orangehead. 'One was this.' He gestured to the space between their spent bodies. 'And the second…?'

'Yeah,' Ichigo blushed again. 'Well, this is where I don't want you to get mad. Because it's important. For both of us.'

Grimmjow closed his eyes to compose himself. Then he opened them.

'I can take it,' he said confidently.

Ichigo took a deep breath.

'Okay,' he started. 'My second condition is…'

Just an epilogue left, guys. Almost done! First sequel I've done and going to finish! Whoot whoot! Oh, and sorry for leaving you guys on a cliffy XD

Well, now spend the rest of the time wondering what the second was *evil laugh* No, no, I'll reveal everything in the next chapter. Till then, toodles!

TRANSLATIONS:

Ja: yes