Ok, HERE is the sexytime. It's just a flashback, though. But please enjoy! :)

Also, this ones quite short, sorry :D

Grimmjow exits without a backwards glance. I stare after him sadly.

"Are he and Nel going out?" I wonder aloud.

"No, just screwing around." Ikkaku and Yumi aren't listening so Ulquiorra answers my question. He looks up at me from under his dark hair; his green eyes observe me knowingly.

He walked in on us.

"Come on, Ichi. No ones gonna come. I'll be quick – Promise!" Grimmjow flops onto the floor and pretends to grovel, reaching for my foot to kiss it.

"Yeah I fucking bet you will..." I mutter darkly, sending him a glare but I feel my resistance crumbling.

"You'll enjoy it, Ichigo. You always love it when I'm extra rough-!"

"Ok,ok! Just keep your voice down."

A few moments later as I am leaning heavily on the teachers desk, trousers round my ankles, my dick twitching impatiently, I realise the irony of my words.

I should keep my voice down.

I stuff my shirt sleeve into my mouth to stifle my groaning and shouts of "Fuck, yes – Grimmjow!" as the man himself proceeds to shove his fingers up my arse.

"Uhhh..." I moan into the fabric, biting down almost painfully in an attempt not to shout as three of his fingers invade me. Most people wince or feel embarrassed by the wet sloshing noise that comes from foreplay but – fuckmesideways! – I love it.

I feel his warm fingers leave and his breathing goes ragged as I feel the blunt head of his cock press between my butt cheeks.

"Christ, Ichigo..." his voice sounds harsh and croaky and I fucking have feelings for this guy for Christ's sake, so why can't I even look at him during sex?

Well, his is taking me from behind, like usual, so there no helping that; but I know I'd probably burst into tears or something equally as stupid if I had to stare deep into his eyes and watch him come, then see him walk away afterwards and act like nothing happened.

It's just that bit that hurts; when Grimm acts like he doesn't give a shit about me. If it weren't for that, I reckon I'd be able to live a relatively non-gay life.

"Mmmm..." He sinks into me and I take his size easily. He isn't small or anything, actually he's got a relatively normal sized nob like me, but the amount of times we've fucked, I'm just so loose now.

Oddly enough though, he doesn't complain. Nor does he comment, like he might if this were any other situation.

"Uhh, fucking, ahh..." I spit out my sleeve, not caring about sounds anymore, I just want him to go faster.

I flex my hips up to meet with his own deep thrusts and try to keep breathing as white begins to flicker across my vision.

"Grimm..." I fucking hate how pathetic I sound. If only he were listening he might hear the pleading in my voice. I'm begging for so much more than to be fucked.

I want you. I fucking need you, Grimm.

But he's too busy having his own orgasm to notice as a second later he is gripping my hips in a bruising grasp and spasming against me. I feel his semen fill me up and run down the inside of my thighs.

"Ichigo..."

The way he says my name when he comes is always enough to make me hard again, but today his voice cracks and, as he comes, all I can hear is his broken breathing and the frantic th-thump of my heart.

I revel in it.

The moment in which Grimmjow is mine alone.

Then I remember he has a hot date tonight with some F-cup babe, so I stiffen unconsciously.

Maybe it's my own fault I ruined the moment because then I hear Grimmjow laugh and slap my arse playfully, before pulling out of me.

"Cracking shag, my friend!" He quips happily, pulling out some tissues and handing them to me so I can clean myself up.

And of course, it's at the very moment I have one hand on Grimmjow's dick wiping up his jizz, and the other hand tugging up my boxers that Ulquiorra walks into the abandoned classroom.

Ulquiorra is smart enough to figure out that me and Grimm wouldn't risk our friendship for a one-off fuck, therefore, we must be friends with benefits.

He's never approached me about it, never judged me; but he gives me this look that says "I know."

The only problem is... how much does he know? Does he know how I feel about Grimm? Does he know how much I want him? Part of me wants Ulquiorra to know, then maybe I can talk to someone about it. Another part of me is ready to fight to the death to deny everything, if Ulquiorra should ever ask.

"S-so it's not serious, then?" I ask Ulquiorra quietly, trying to reaffirm that Grimmjow is just messing around with this big tittied bint.

"Serious isn't in Grimmjow's nature." Ulquiorra answers, his eyes holding more sadness than usual as he looks at me.

I swallow tightly, knowing Ulquiorra is right.

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