"Di-did you just punch me?" Grimmjow moved back so that he was straddling Ichigo's waist, his hand coming up to touch his lip to make sure it wasn't busted.

Ichigo flushed harder than he ever had. He didn't really mean to punch the guy, it was just…a reflexive action? "I-I-I could have gotten sick." Oh god, that was the lamest.

Grimmjow smirked. "You're more concerned about getting sick over what just happened?"

Ichigo's eyes darted towards Nel who was looking at them, drooling as she smiled at them cheerfully. "Grimmjow, I think you should get off of me."

"Now, why would I want to do that?" His voice was teasing, which only made anger rush through Ichigo. The kiss was nothing. It was a joke. Payback for what he did ten years ago. With a sigh, Ichigo shoved Grimmjow so he could emphasize his point.

"Get off of me. There's a kid in the room and I'm don't want to deal with your games."

Grimmjow stayed seated, his weight pinning Ichigo to the bed easily. He turned to Nel. "Hey, Nel. How about you go pour yourself some cereal?" With a nod of her head, Nel crawled off the bed and ran to the kitchen. Once she was out of the room Grimmjow turned to Ichigo with a devilish smirk. "That got rid of the kid."

Ichigo narrowed his eyes. "Get. Off. Of. Me."

"Tsk." Grimmjow leaned forward so that his hands were on either side of Ichigo's head. "Why? We've been like this before. Remember when I was younger and I used to beat the shit out of you?"

"Don't make me punch you again." Ichigo pushed against Grimmjow's chest with his hands, feeling the warm skin underneath his palms made it hard for him to not blush.

Grimmjow laughed. "I'm just fuckin' with ya, berry. I'm not gonna beat ya up, if that's what you're thinkin'."

"That's not what I'm thinking about."

Grimmjow watched as Ichigo had turned his face away, staring at something to the side, his cheeks painted with a soft pink. That blush. That damn blush is what pulled Grimmjow head over heels for the damn berry that was squirming beneath him. A man? Grimmjow Jaggerjaques, sex god to everyone woman he had ever met, liked a man? Grimmjow initially thought the whole scenario was entirely fucked up. He liked women, he liked fucking women, and he liked boobs. And yet, this one orange haired punk, who he used to beat up, turned him to men? Not to mention that the little prick underneath him had stolen his first kiss at the ripe age of eleven.

Still, Grimmjow looked down at Ichigo, and felt something inside him stir. For the past month and some weeks Grimmjow always tried to push away whatever stray-away thoughts he had for the other man, pushing them off as fleeting thoughts rather than anything that he should be concerned about. But no, he liked the berry there was no more denying it. And that kiss, despite the brevity of the kiss, Grimmjow felt it. And he knew Ichigo felt is as well. So, why? Why had Ichigo punched him?

"Berry."

"Get off me." Ichigo didn't look at Grimmjow, opting to continue to stare at the dresser.

"Berry." Grimmjow noticed that Ichigo's scowl hardened. "Ya gonna look at me or what?"

"Are you going to get up or what?" Heat laced every word.

"No."

Ichigo slowly turned his head, looking at Grimmjow through narrow slits. "What do you want now?"

Grimmjow looked at Ichigo with a serious expression, trying to get past that hard demeanor that the kid was trying to hold up. "What are you thinking about?"

Ichigo's face flushed. How was he supposed to tell his boss that he was thinking about the kiss? How was he supposed to explain that he wished it lasted longer? "Nothing."

Grimmjow watched the big doe, brown eyes in front of him. "Yer lyin." And there it was again, that blush that seemed to set off every time Grimmjow talked. He smirked. "Yer a really bad liar, berry. I ask again: what are you thinking about?"

Ichigo stared up at Grimmjow. His heart was pounding hard in his chest, and he was surprised that Grimmjow hadn't commented on it. The sheer strength of his heart beat was a clear give away of what was going on in his mind. His boss, the man he had been in love with before he even knew what love was, the man that turned him onto boys, the man that was a complete and utter asshole, was straddling him after surprising him with a kiss. Ichigo's head started to hurt at all of his thinking. Still, he stared up at the man who was the cause of all his problems, getting lost in the pools of blue that seemed to mocking him.

"Are you going to answer my question?" Grimmjow leaned forward so that he was closing the distance between the two.

"Will you get off me if I do?" Ichigo glared at the man. All he wanted was to be out of this compromising position and to get out in the kitchen with Nel and pretended none of this happened.

"It depends if I like your answer." The glint in Grimmjow's eyes signaled to Ichigo that the man was being serious.

Sighing, Ichigo relaxed into the bed, locking his eyes with Grimmjow. "I was thinking about the…the, kiss."

There was no sense of recognition on Grimmjow's face, which made Ichigo worried slightly. Grimmjow tore his eyes away and looked to the side. His voice was quiet, and Ichigo almost missed what came next. "And what do you think of the kiss?"

"What?" Ichigo felt honestly confused, he hadn't really thought that the kiss meant anything to Grimmjow. It couldn't have. Grimmjow was a straight man. Wasn't he?

Grimmjow turned back to Ichigo, scowling in embarrassment that he had to repeat the question. "The kiss. How did you feel about it?"

"I-I-I do-don't know."

Ichigo was being honest. On one hand, he was really happy that Grimmjow had kissed him; he had wanted to kiss the other male ever since he saw the man in the grocery store. But on the other, he was terrified what the kiss had meant. What if it was a joke? What if Grimmjow was just being his usual asshole self and was doing that as a mockery? He wasn't really sure what the kiss meant to the other male, and he didn't want to be the one to put his feelings on the line. Again.

"You, you don't know?" Grimmjow felt anger inside of him. "How can you not know? Either you like it, or you don't. Which is it?"

"Why are you getting so defensive?" Ichigo used this brief moment of shock to push Grimmjow off of him, making the larger male tumble onto the bed. Ichigo sat up and put his head in his hands. "I don't know why you care so much. You're straight."

Grimmjow sat up next to Ichigo, leaning closer to the male than necessary. "And if I wasn't? What would the kiss mean to you then?"

Ichigo looked up, staring at the teal eyes that were dangerously close to him. His eyes scanned over the slightly tanned skin, the straight bridge of his nose, the full lips. He felt his heart stammering within his chest again, his breathing increasing as he noticed that Grimmjow was leaning in. The gap between them was closer millimeter by millimeter.

"But, you're not. So, it doesn't matter….right?" Ichigo's voice was whispery and it made shivers run down Grimmjow's spine.

Ichigo didn't get a response. Instead, he felt Grimmjow's lips press against his own, linger much longer than they had the first time. The molded against his lips, the two of them applying pressure, as if they couldn't get enough of one another. Ichigo felt Grimmjow's tongue run against the seam of his lips, and he hesitantly let it in. As soon as Grimmjow's tongue in the moist cavern, his hand moved up to grasp Ichigo's neck. His thumb created small circles underneath his jaw. Ichigo's hand moved on its own to rest on Grimmjow's knee as he turned into the man. The kiss felt like it last hours, slow and passionate and completely different than any other kiss either man had ever experienced.

"Itsyugo?"

Ichigo jumped, which caused the two men to clank teeth. Ichigo pulled away from Grimmjow with his heart racing and to turn and look at the Nel, who was now standing on the door way with what looked like milk and cereal, spilled down her front.

"Onii-chan, I sthpilt."

Ichigo eyed the mess and stood up from the bed, not bothering to look at Grimmjow, feeling too embarrassed over what had just happened. He knew his face was flushed, and if it hadn't been for Nel's interruption, he wasn't sure how far he and Grimmjow would have gone. Hell, he didn't know what that kiss even meant anymore. Grimmjow was straight, he had to be. Ichigo shook his head before he knelt down in front of Nel, smiling.

"Hey, Nel. Let's go give you a bath and change out of those sticky clothes." He grabbed Nel's hand and led her to the bathroom.

He could hear Grimmjow's steps behind him, but he still hadn't turn around. Grimmjow took over the role of watching Nel bathe, making sure that his sister didn't die in the tub. After drying her Grimmjow handed a towel bundled Nel to Ichigo, so that he could pick out her clothes for the day. The two worked in silence as they got Nel ready for school. Grimmjow went to the kitchen as Ichigo changed Nel, cleaning up the spilt bowl of cereal. Ichigo emerged from Nel's room just as Grimmjow was putting the cleaning supplies. Ichigo and Grimmjow locked eyes, but still hadn't said anything.

Feelings and questions were burning inside of Grimmjow, and considering that he was usually a very vocal man, he was confused at why he had chosen not to pound Ichigo into the ground with questions. Grimmjow made eye contact with Ichigo again, noticing the faint blush that was on his face. He smirked to himself, feeling slightly egotistical at the fact that he knew that he was the source of the blush. Say something. Don't just stand there like an idiot.

"Aren't you late for class?" Oh great, now it sounds like I want him to leave.

Ichigo pulled his bag higher onto his shoulder, getting ready for his departure. "I have class at twelve-thirty." Ichigo reached for Nel's hand. "I'll take to Nel to school."

"I can take both of you." Grimmjow took a step forward. He needed to talk to Ichigo, and the best way to do that was to lock him in the small proximity of a car.

"Itsyugo! Onii-chan can take usth to sthchool." Nel grinned at Ichigo.

"Grimmjow will take you then. I'll get going." Ichgio turned to the door, but when he grabbed the door handle he felt a small tug on his jacket. He turned around and found Nel in a state near tears. "Nel?"

"Itsyugo! Why are you leavin'?" Before Ichigo could reply Nel continued. "Itsyugo, why won't you go with onii-chan? Itsyugo doesn't want to be with Nel? You hate Nel?" Tears were now streaming down Nel's face and Ichigo felt his eyes widen.

"Nel, no, no, no. I don't hate you."

"Th-the-then why won't you go to sthchool with onii-chan? You don't want to be with usth?"

Ichigo sighed. There was no saying no to Nel. He watched as she cried. His heart was breaking and he leaned forward to cradle her in his arms. "Shh, Nel. He can take us to school. It's fine. Ju-just stop crying."

The crying instantly stopped, and Ichigo was trying to decide if the whole thing had been real or had been an act. Grimmjow currently held immense joy towards his sister, pleased that she had unintentionally helped him out. The three departed out of the apartment, Ichigo sliding into the passenger seat as Grimmjow situated Nel in the back. Ichigo's mind was racing. He knew that Grimmjow was going to drop Nel off first, and that would leave them alone for the ten minute ride back to his house. Ichigo sighed. The three were quiet as they drove the day care and once Nel was gone, the ride was dead silent. Grimmjow pulled up in front of Ichigo's house and stopped the car. When Ichigo made no incentive to move, Grimmjow decided that it was fine to speak.

"Look, berry."

"You know what Grimm…I don't think I want to hear whatever you have to say." Ichigo reached for the handle, suddenly unable to handle the situation at hand. How could he handle hearing the man he liked tell him that everything that had happened was a fluke in the system? He couldn't. "We're employee and employer, I know."

"That's not what I was going to say!" Grimmjow barked out the words, causing Ichigo to jump slightly as the sound reverberated around the small car. Ichigo looked over slowly at Grimmjow, who was staring at the steering wheel with an intense gaze as he attempted to figure out what he was supposed to say next.

After a few quiet moments, Ichigo finally got upset with the silence. "What were you going to say then?"

"I was going to say…say, that..." Grimmjow furrowed his eyebrows. What exactly was he going to say again?

Ichigo rolled his eyes. "Whatever, you're wasting my time."

Ichigo sighed as he opened the door. He was mildly surprised when Grimmjow hadn't stopped from leaving like the first time. He was half way to his door, feeling sourly disappointed, when he felt someone grab his arm. The grip on his arm forced him to turn around where Ichigo found a very angry looking Grimmjow. The two scowled at each other for a second before Ichigo felt his lips being pressed against Grimmjow's once again. Ichigo's eyes widened before he lost himself, pressing against Grimmjow, initially forgetting that he was mad and confused at the man in the first place. Once the need for air had made itself present, Ichigo put his hands against Grimmjow's chest to push him away. Grimmjow allowed himself to be moved, but only by a margin. His face remained close to Ichigo's, the breath from his panting, fanning across the red of Ichigo's cheeks.

"I don't know how to word things. I don't know how to say what's on my mind." Grimmjow's voice was soft, as if he didn't want to break the figurative cone of silence that had formed around the two. "But, this." He paused. "I like this."

Shock ran through Ichigo. "No."

"What?" Grimmjow growled. Did he just say 'no' to me?

Ichigo tried to push Grimmjow away, but found himself held in place by a strong grip. "This, this doesn't make any sense. You don't make any sense."

"What doesn't make sense?" Grimmjow could feel himself getting angry. What did the stupid berry not understand?
"You! You don't make sense. You're straight! How many times do I have to say it?"

"I know." Grimmjow shook his head. "This doesn't make sense to me either, okay! I don't like guys, I like you." Grimmjow tried to lock eyes with Ichigo, trying to show him his conviction.

Ichigo flailed his arms, breaking out of Grimmjow's lock. "And I am a guy! Not to mention that I'm gay! You call me fairy and berry, and you used to beat me up when we were younger. This, this has to be a joke. You can't like me. This is just another way for you to get your sick satisfaction of tormenting me. This doesn't make any sense."

"So you want me go dating guys until your satisfied that I'm gay?" Grimmjow took a step forward, trying to get Ichigo back in his reach.

"No, that's not what I want." Ichigo scowled at the thought of Grimmjow being with other people. "I don't know what I want." Ichigo paused. "None of this makes sense."

"When does the world ever make sense?" Ichigo looked up at Grimmjow's serious face.

The two stared at each other in silence, as if the weight of the world rested up their shoulders. Ichigo sighed as he leaned forward and pressed his forehead into Grimmjow's chest. This was honestly the last thing that he expected. Grimmjow liking him. Grimmjow held feelings for him. Grimmjow reciprocated Ichigo's feelings. Grimmjow actually wanted to be with him. Ichigo felt like his world was spinning. The universe had to be at chaos, the planets were out of orbit, or something. Grimmjow wrapped his arms around Ichigo's waist, and let out a sigh

"You don't have to answer me, if you want." Ichigo pulled back so that he was staring up at the taller male. "I'm not going to wait forever, just so you know. But…"

"You don't have to wait." Ichigo felt his cheeks blush. "Do you really like me?"

Grimmjow looked away when he felt his cheeks flaring, this was out of ordinary. He did not blush. "Yeah, I do."
"How long?"

Grimmjow looked back at Ichigo; sure enough there was an extremely subtle shade of pink dusting across the bridge of his nose. "I'm not sure."

Ichigo watched Grimmjow with complete fascination. He didn't think this would ever happen. As long as he had known Grimmjow the guy was a total ass, always kicking his ass for any reason he could find, even sometimes without reason. Their parents hated each other, for reasons Ichigo still didn't understand, and Ichigo always figured they harbored the same hate towards one another. But they didn't. Grimmjow didn't hate him.

Grimmjow watched as Ichigo's eyes flickered across his face. Usually, he would have been fed up by such an intent stare, but he couldn't find himself to be angry, instead he let Ichigo look over him. He felt Ichigo's hands come up to his face, cupping his cheeks in his warm palms. Grimmjow noticed Ichigo's face nearing his as his hands guided their faces together. He noticed Ichigo's eyes fluttering shut as their lips touch. Grimmjow strengthened his grip around Ichigo's waist, pressing their bodies together. He could feel Ichigo's heart beating hard against his chest. The kiss didn't last long, and Ichigo pulled back almost as quickly as he kissed the man.

"I-I still don't know what this means." Grimmjow stared into what seemed like endless pools of brown.

"Then we'll take it slow and figure it out." Ichigo noted the earnest look in the blue eyes in front of him.

"This is surreal, you know that, right."

Grimmjow chuckled, the vibrations emitting from his body into Ichigo's. "Yeah, I figured. But, what the hell can we do about that?"

Ichigo stayed silent for a moment, trying to let the feeling of Grimmjow's confession was over him. With a sigh he started to pull out of Grimmjow's embrace. "I need to get ready for class."

Grimmjow nodded as he started backing away. "Right. I should probably go to work." Grimmjow turned heading towards his car without another word.

Ichigo stopped; there had been something that had been bugging him for a while. "Where exactly do you work?"

"Me?" He turned and looked at Ichigo as if it should have been obvious. "I work for my step-father."

Ichigo's eyes went wide. "You actually work for Aizen?"

Ichigo wasn't completely oblivious to why his dad held such a strong dislike towards Grimmjow's step father. There was word around the street that Aizen, despite his high stature in the economic food chain, was able to get there with help of a few, shady propositions. Ichigo wasn't sure of the validity of the information, but he was pretty sure everything was true. He wasn't sure why it shocked him so much to find out that Grimmjow worked for his dad, but to think that he had potential connections to whatever Aizen really did with his free time made him shiver. But Grimmjow couldn't be connected, could he?

"Ichi, is that a problem?" Grimmjow took a step back toward Ichigo, sensing a slight flicker of tension in his body language.

"N-no of course not." Ichigo shook his head as he put his hands up in front of him. "Why would that be a problem?"

"Tsk, fuck if I know. You're the one who got all jumpy when I said that." Grimmjow scowled. "Ya alright, berry?"

Ichigo made a decision then. He wasn't going to judge Grimmjow based off of his step-father's affair. There was no way Grimmjow could be connected to the stories he heard about Aizen. "Yeah, I'm fine. Go to work. I'll see you after?"

Grimmjow looked at Ichigo closely. "Ya sure you're alright?" Ichigo nodded. "Okay, yeah. I'll see you when I'm off."

Grimmjow didn't say anything else as he turned around and continued to walk to his car. Before getting in, he waved to Ichigo. Ichigo waved back as he watched Grimmjow get into his car and peel away from the curb. Ichigo realized then, there was a lot of Grimmjow that he didn't know, that he didn't understand. What if there was a whole secret life that Grimmjow was keeping from him? What if it was something bad? Ichigo tried to shake such negative thoughts away. No, he was going to trust Grimmjow. Plus, he promised they'd take it slow, right?

Hello Readers!
Sorry for the wait, I recently put a new GrimmIchi story and all I've been doing is wanting to write that one.
But yesterday while I was driving home from school, the last scene of this chapter came to mind and I had to write it :3
I hope you guys like it!
The plot is going to start thickening soon...hopefully :3

Anyway! I hope you enjoyed! :D