Hey folks! I actually don't know how long it's been i'll check when i go to upload this chapter but i bet ages, probably two weeks at least. No excuses, just work kicking my ass. Been feeling really down and lifeless recently which sucks balls.

Went to my first convention last weekend and I was disappointed. Not in the convention, it was as expected but the people were so cliquey! Tried to strike up a couple of conversations, one with someone i've spoken to on facebook before the convention but no, i wasn't impressive enough or important enough to be bothered with. I wasn't in cosplay (it was my first ever convention) and I probably looked like i didn't belong but fuck that! who made a stipulation as to who likes scifi and comics!

Sorry, that got a bit ranty. I'm a bit tired. Oh, love to all the reviewers! Oh my I am so glad people are alright with this one. Was convinced it was going to get reported to not being original work. Glad people are loving the tangled influences. It won't really be following the story 100% but it will drop in every now and then.

Anyway, i'm off to bed. Night!

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Chapter 5

Ichigo shrunk in beside his new friend as they walked, exhaustion laying on him thick from his exhilarating day. Grimmjow tucked him in and just walked the distance to his flat. He did feel the other lean more heavily into him as they walked and he bet the other had never walked as far as he had that day before. Shinji had loaned him a pair of trainers but Grimmjow wasn't sure how well they fit. He was going to take the other for a bit of shopping the next day, it was the kid's birthday anyway.

Grimmjow lived in a third floor apartment with four bedrooms and two bathrooms, one attached to his bedroom. He shared it with his two friends Ichigo had met earlier that day as well as their mutual friend Starrk who was a bit older than the other boys. Ichigo mounted the three flights of stairs without complaint and waited as Grimmjow pulled his keys out and unlocked the door. Grimmjow pushed the door open and gestured for Ichigo to enter the flat before following him.

"Hey, they're back!" Nnoitra was laid out on a greenish grey sofa, his long legs hanging off one of the arms as he leaned his head back on a cushion. His attention was focused on the television which drew Ichigo to look where he was looking, his mouth dropping at the sight of the moving pictures. He approached it and stood right in Nnoitra's way. "Oi, just cos you're a guest doesn't mean you can hog the TV!"

Ichigo turned to the man. "TV?"

"Shit, Grimm I'm leaving it to you. I'll be in my room if you need me." Nnoitra picked the remote up and stopped his show playing from the streaming service before tossing the remote onto the sofa he stood up from and walked off to the other side of the room to disappear round a corner.

Ichigo looked over at Grimmjow who just sighed before dumping Ichigo's bag and approaching the other. "Will we start with television?"

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Ichigo sat on the sofa with his legs pulled up to his front, knees spread and his feet at his ass. His elbows sat on the spread knees and his eyes sat wide as he followed Grimmjow's explanation of the television. He moved onto computers and showed Ichigo how his phone worked, pulling up the browser and getting Ichigo to ask it random questions.

"How is it you've managed to avoid this crap for eighteen years? No TV I can understand but never having heard of it? And the internet and computers? How do you do your school work?"

"In a jotter or notepad I guess. I've heard of typewriters and print presses, I do have a load of printed books but I didn't know how far it had gone without me."

"No fiction books that mention it at all?"

"No, most of my story books are set in the past or in alternative worlds."

Grimmjow sat next to Ichigo with his feet propped on the chipped wooden coffee table. "If you think about it, imagine how hard it must have been for your dad to keep you so ignorant of it all. Everything is digital nowadays, everything computerised. All the tutors and trainers you've mentioned? They'll all have a phone in their pockets. And unless they are over thirty, they'll have been surrounded by it all for their entire lives. You know, your dad's a bit of an ass for doing that to you."

Ichigo frowned, not liking the slur against his father. "I'm sure it was for a good reason. He just wants to keep me safe so maybe he was just trying to make sure I wasn't found. These social media things you've shown me don't really look like the kind of thing a person hiding would use."

Grimmjow stretched, rolling his back so that a line of skin was shown at his belly button. He draped long arms along the couch back, one behind Ichigo funnily enough. "But why is he hiding you? It's not the bullshit disease Hirako knew about."

"Not exactly but it's something that doesn't need to be known about. It's difficult to explain."

Grimmjow watched Ichigo shrink into himself, clearly that topic of conversation was a bit tender. "Hey, you can tell me later, or not. The days of you doing what you are told are over. I want you comfortable and happy."

Ichigo looked over at Grimmjow with his eyes wide. "How about tomorrow?"

Grimmjow gave him a wide smile, lifting the hand behind Ichigo to stroke his hair gently. "Sounds good."

Both men looked up at the sound of Ulquiorra's voice. "Grimm, Nnoi; anybody really!"

Grimmjow got up quickly and ran towards his flatmate's voice, Ichigo following a bit slower. They arrived at the bathroom, Ulquiorra supporting a larger brown haired male at the toilet where he'd been unsuccessfully trying to vomit into. The mess covered the two men as well as the floor and ceramic and the unknown man was unconscious in Ulquiorra's arms. Ulquiorra was turning a bit green himself and was twisted round and leaning against the bath tub. "Help."

Nnoitra was there a heartbeat after Grimmjow and darted in with him, Grimmjow and Nnoitra lifting the unconscious male to allow Ulquiorra to escape. They lifted him and deposited him straight into the tub, Nnoitra slipping a bit in the mess on the floor. Ulquiorra stripped out of his t-shirt that held most of the mess and wiped his jeans to stop him dripping on the way to his room. His face was drawn into a grimace but he went about getting sorted mechanically, as if he was used to it.

Ichigo stood and watched the two larger males strip the body in the tub back to his boxers, the clothes getting tossed onto a clean part of the floor to be dealt with later. Grimmjow stripped out of his own t-shirt, tossing it out of the room before he supported the unconscious male's head to allow Nnoitra to start hosing him down. They rinsed his hair out, his face being gently wiped by Grimmjow with a cloth. Ulquiorra appeared a few minutes later, his hair damp and his clothes changed and he gathered up the messed clothing to take it to be washed.

It only took twenty minutes but soon the unknown male was tucked into his bed, pyjamas on and all the mess was cleared off the floor, out of the bath and was getting out of the clothes as the three men returned to the living room. Ichigo had retreated back to the sofa when he got in the way and he tried to make himself as small as possible when the others joined him. Grimmjow sat next to him again, an arm round Ichigo to pull him in as Nnoitra collapsed at his side. Ulquiorra took a small arm chair at Ichigo's side and the four sat in silence for a second.

"Bad day then?" Grimmjow directed the question at Ulquiorra who nodded.

"Yeah, he said he felt alright when I came home but I didn't buy it. He was scratching like mad and he'd not eaten anything all day as far as I could see. Considering I would have worn it I was almost glad."

"Shit, his next appointment is?" Nnoitra's head was against the back of the sofa and he didn't lift it to speak.

"Two weeks. I reckon they'll be more often now though when they see the state of him." Grimmjow nuzzled Ichigo's hair, the other accepting the touch. Ichigo held Grimmjow's wrist that was around his front and looked at the other two for some sort of explanation.

"What's wrong with him?"

"Kidney disease. End stages. We've been waiting for a transplant for eight months but none are coming. And none of us are matches." Grimmjow sighed as he spoke, resting his cheek on Ichigo's head.

"And his family? Why isn't he with his parents?"

"We're his family. Starrk's parents split when he was young and his mum died when he was fourteen. He lived with one or another of us till he finished high school and we got this place together when we left. Starrk got held back a bit at school cos he was ill and he's been doing online courses when he's been well enough."

Ulquiorra took his leave, citing too much excitement for one night and Nnoitra wasn't far behind him, leaving Grimmjow and Ichigo alone on the couch. "You tired?"

Ichigo pulled the sleeve of his borrowed hoodie up to look at his watch. His eyes bugged out when he saw the time; he'd never seen it past midnight before. "I suppose so. I don't really know what to think. My mind is buzzing."

Grimmjow stroked Ichigo's hair, smiling when the other pushed into his hand. "I bet it is. I'd love to get inside your head for just a moment. Don't know how you're managing to stay so calm."

"Because I've got you." Ichigo gently pulled Grimmjow's hand from his head and enclosed it with his own on his laps. Grimmjow's smile widened and leaned in, Ichigo tilting his head and raising his chin to touch their lips. They broke away after a second, Grimmjow smiling widely at the light blush on the other's face. "Have you ever been in love Grimmjow?"

That threw the larger man, that kind of question didn't usually come out of someone the day he met them. Then again those people had lived in the modern world for more than a day. "I'm not sure. I've said it before but I don't know if I meant it in the way you're thinking. Why do you ask?"

"I've read about it, read about people meeting someone and feeling like they want to spend the rest of their lives together and things like that. But it was always a man and a woman. I know Ulquiorra said it was alright for two men but I still don't understand."

Grimmjow lifted his hand out of Ichigo's and wrapped it round his shoulders. "Which part, the love thing or the sex?" He had to ask, it was clear Ichigo was going to skirt around it.

Ichigo faint blush deepened. "I'm just trying to understand what I'm feeling." His chin dropped and a lost look took over his eyes. "You are different to me to everyone else I've ever met."

Grimmjow raised Ichigo's chin with a crooked finger and smiled gently at him, Ichigo just staring back with huge eyes. "You're special to me too. I can't tell you what you're feeling, I hope attraction? Maybe a bit of want? That's how I feel anyway."

"I feel like I'm too hot. And itchy. And I want to touch you."

Grimmjow smirked at that statement. "Touch all you want." Grimmjow pulled him up with the arm round his shoulders, easing Ichigo's leg over his so the smaller man straddled him. He heard Ichigo take in a sharp breath as he settled with his hands rested on Grimmjow's shoulders for support. Grimmjow ran his hands up Ichigo's arms and cupped his face, pulling him down for a firm kiss before lying back on the couch a bit. He watched as Ichigo captured his own bottom lip between his teeth and glanced down at the body under him. The hands on Grimmjow's shoulders crept down, easing over his toned chest and running to his sides. Ichigo's fingers traced under Grimmjow's pecs and followed his centre ling down to his belly button where they stopped. All this was above clothes obviously and Grimmjow kept his cool he really wanted to get a handful of Ichigo's skin, to feel him bare and warm against him.

"You are lumpy."

Grimmjow just blinked at the other, not really knowing what he meant. He'd been called a lot of things over the years: muscular, ripped, strong, toned but lumpy was a new one.

Ichigo blushed at the incredulous look. "I mean compared to me, I'm so flat. C-can I see what you look like under your shirt?"

Grimmjow was happy to oblige, arching his back to free his t-shirt before lifting it free. Ichigo leaned back to grip his knees behind himself to balance but straightened when Grimmjow stopped moving. A slightly trembling hand reached out towards Grimmjow but stopped short of touching the centre of his chest. Grimmjow helped him move the last half inch, holding Ichigo's hand palm down. The feeling of the smooth skin under his hand gave him a bit of courage and he put the other next to it, rolling them both down the body, along the lines caused by sitting and the ones showing the muscles hidden beneath. Ichigo's hands moved up to trace Grimmjow's collar bones, running them up Grimmjow's neck to sink into his hair. That brought Ichigo closer to the other man; his groin sliding closer to Grimmjow's which made the larger man moan quietly. Ichigo pulled away sharply, thinking he'd done something wrong but Grimmjow didn't let him go too far. He gently put a hand on Ichigo's ass and pulled him in tightly, the other sitting straight as he felt Grimmjow's 'enthusiasm'.

That immediately made Ichigo stop, his hands moving to remove Grimmjow's hands from his person and get away. Grimmjow didn't want to force him to stay but he knew Ichigo was running with fear of the unknown rather than fear of Grimmjow himself.

"Wait, please." Grimmjow allowed him to pull their groins apart but didn't let Ichigo leave his lap. "Did you feel me?"

Ichigo's eyebrows raised and he gaped a bit. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

Grimmjow frowned a bit, not knowing what the apology was about since he was the one who'd pulled Ichigo in. "Do you know what arousal is? What that stick between your legs is for?"

"It's, I was taught it was for when I was older. That it was a bit dirty and shouldn't be touched beyond hygiene."

"And when you were older, what was it for?"

"Making children."

Grimmjow had to stop himself pitying the other man, to never known the touch of another or even himself was unbelievable. "Ichigo, can I show you how wrong you are in the best possible way? I promise at the end there will be no children."

Ichigo's face couldn't be redder and his hands were on his own legs, almost scared to look at the other man's exposed skin. "W-what are you going to do?"

Grimmjow felt his own face warm up a bit, never having had to talk about sucking someone off before. He sat up and pecked Ichigo on the nose before standing up with his hands holding Ichigo under the ass. "I am going to rock your world a bit." Grimmjow started walking towards his room, Ichigo helping him open the door because he refused to put the other down. The light was left off as Grimmjow laid Ichigo down, lying over him for a moment to infuse some calm on the situation. Ichigo's breath had started to come quicker the closer they'd got to the bed. "People have sex for more than just making babies. When it comes to two guys together, it's all about the fun. And I just want to show you the fun. I can promise you'll enjoy it."

Grimmjow reached for his belt buckle, dropping his own jeans before kissing Ichigo again. His hands sank down and gripped Ichigo at the waist, loving the slight up thrust from Ichigo's groin. He reached to the borrowed jeans button and popped it slowly, his mouth moving to the side of Ichigo's neck. He kissed down the column, sucking gently to not leave bruises as he pulled the zip fly down. Ichigo's hands hesitantly touched his flank, his fingers clenching every now and again. His nails dug in a bit when the jeans were pushed down, Ichigo automatically lifting his hips to help. Grimmjow lifted a foot to the crotch of Ichigo's jeans to push them down and off and Grimmjow settled down between Ichigo's thighs once they were bared. Grimmjow reached for the hem of Ichigo's white t-shirt but was stopped by trembling hands, Ichigo shaking his head when Grimmjow looked at him.

"Please? Not yet?"

Grimmjow nodded, leaving him with the upper part of his body covered without question. "Tell me to stop if you want but give it a chance at least. I can guarantee you'll think it's a bit weird at first." Grimmjow slunk down slowly, hands ghosting over the thin t-shirt until he knelt between Ichigo's feet. He looked at the tight black boxers on the thin hips, noting that Ichigo wasn't erect at all even through all their contact. Grimmjow raised a hand and laid it over the package that he could see. Ichigo's hand shot to Grimmjow's wrist, making him clench harder and bring out a wail from the smaller man. Grimmjow slowly used both hands to lower Ichigo's boxers and saw that Ichigo was stirring a little, his balls heavy and round with only a light dusting of dark orange hair and his cock lying straight on top with a nest of curls at its base. Grimmjow decided to not waste any more time and lifted the filling organ and gave it a stroke, giving the helmet a lick and moaning lightly at the taste. He glanced up into horrified eyes, Ichigo having one hand over his mouth as he stared wide eyed. Grimmjow just smirked back up at him, sucking the soft head between his lips again while gripping the base.

Things didn't remain soft for long and soon Ichigo was too distracted to watch. He lay back, his eyes were closed at he fought with his instincts to flee while trying to enjoy the sensations sweeping his groin. The heat he'd been feeling was now an inferno in his veins and his groin seemed to have a mind of its own as it thrust up into the warm cavern around him. He'd been initially disgusted at the thought of the thing he peed through going into another's mouth but that thought was thrown out violently when the tongue in that mouth ran round under his helmet. His dick felt like it was about to explode, it was huge and thick and so full feeling it was almost uncomfortable.

Grimmjow was quite happy; Ichigo had fallen in line quickly enough and was enjoying himself as far as Grimmjow could see. The dick between his lips was certainly happy and much bigger that it was when it was soft. Grimmjow couldn't get it all in his mouth and was using a hand at the base to help stimulate it. Grimmjow could feel his split knuckles opening slightly but it was ignorable at that point. He'd had to wrap his other hand around himself after a while to relieve some pressure and was tugging along with his sucks to just lose himself in the pleasure. He was keeping an eye on Ichigo's balls, watching them tuck up to get some indication of Ichigo's trigger point. He doubted the other would be able to warn him and he didn't want to choke.

Ichigo might not have been able to verbalise his end point but his motions and whimpers were enough to let Grimmjow know the other was close. Watching Ichigo writhe on his bed, the hands clenching at the bedcovers was enough to allow Grimmjow's practiced hand pull himself over before readying himself for Ichigo's load. He swallowed it with relish, licking the stray drops from his skin before gently releasing Ichigo and pulling himself up to lie at his side. Ichigo was breathing heavily and trembling slightly. He was almost glowing; his hair so vibrant even in the dark room and when he finally opened his eyes Grimmjow was surprised by the brightness in the dim.

"You ok?"

"What was that?" Ichigo's voice whispered in the night, his hand raised to stroke Grimmjow's jaw.

"It's called a blow job, and it pulled an orgasm out of you."

"And you swallowed it?" Ichigo's finger ran over Grimmjow's lips, jerking back when he playfully bit down.

"Yep, tasty." Grimmjow leaned in and kissed Ichigo under his jaw.

"And you?"

"I pulled one for myself." Grimmjow lifted his hand he'd been cradling away from both of them.

Ichigo sat up a bit, pulling the hand towards him to see the thick liquid clinging to Grimmjow's fingers and palm. "This is an orgasm?"

"That is cum; you get it with an orgasm."

"Semen? You swallowed sperm?" Ichigo's disgusted face was back.

"Yup, it's maybe an acquired taste. I better go wash up."

Ichigo stopped him moving, still holding the soiled hand. Ichigo sat up, one leg bend underneath him as he swallowed deeply. He pulled the hand towards himself, glancing to Grimmjow to see if the other was playing with him before poking his tongue out a bit, licking up the side of Grimmjow's finger where one drop clung. He pulled away sharply, his nose scrunched up as he smacked his mouth a bit to taste it properly. "It's a bit salty."

He didn't immediately notice Grimmjow's hooded eyes at the sight of Ichigo licking his cum but he saw it after a second and he swallowed again, pulling the hand back to his face. As his tongue reached out he kept his eyes on Grimmjow's face, licking Grimmjow's middle finger from the knuckle up to the tip before sinking his head over it, the digit inside his mouth. Grimmjow growled at him, shifting slightly as his cock twitched a bit. "You're a tease. I'm going to wash up. Do you want to get into bed? You pick the side."

Grimmjow wandered to the adjacent room after tucking himself back into his boxers and washed his hands, rubbing his face a bit with the water before taking a swig of mouthwash. He was too tired to brush his teeth properly but wanted a goodnight kiss without Ichigo's ick face. He spat the blue liquid out before clicking the light off and padding back to the bed. He slunk onto the free side, edging over to the other on his side and pulling Ichigo into him. Ichigo curled around his legs, holding his arms as they enclosed him gently.

"Could you love me?" Ichigo's question came out of the dark and Grimmjow thought about it for a moment before answering.

"Yes. I care about you a lot after knowing you for half a day so it's safe to say it will grow into love if we let it. I want to keep you safe and make you happy. I'd also like to suck you off more and make you cum many more times. But I also know you're learning things for the first time. You might find someone better."

"I don't want to. I don't even want to look. I want to stay with you, if you'll have me. And I want to try blowing you, and everything else you can do."

"Oh I'm up for anything my dear. I'll show you how much fun you can have. Wait till we get to the main event, if you think blow jobs are good."

Ichigo didn't really know slang but knew enough of biology to get the hint he was talking about. "But, how does sex work with us? There is no vagina, no eggs. I don't understand."

Grimmjow ducked his head down against Ichigo's vibrant hair for a second as he quelled a case of the giggles. Manly giggles of course. He reached his hand round Ichigo's ass, stroking for a moment before carefully seeking inside the reclaimed boxers to stroke along Ichigo's crack. He stopped short of touching his hole as Ichigo had had enough new experiences for one night. "I will slide right down here and inside you."

Ichigo pulled away from Grimmjow sharply, turning with another horrified expression on his face. "In my bottom?"

"And in mine if you want. It's what two guys do. And girls and guys some times." Grimmjow kept a straight face but it was hard.

"Inside? But it's a rectum, it's,"

Grimmjow placed a hand over Ichigo's mouth to stop him discussing the natural bodily use of that area. "I know what it's for. I'll show you how else you can use it."

It's very late here so i've probably not checked this properly. Hope it reads alright. I'll read it over tomorrow and review it but i've had most of it sitting for ages and wanted to move on to the next exciting bit. There is a wee hint to something in this chapter, someone wanted more references to tangled but somehow a monster's inc one has managed to wheedle in. I watch too much kids telly!

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