Ichigo shut the door behind him, his heart still fluttering for whatever the hell just occurred outside the plank of wood. The world still didn't make sense to him and the scenario seemed to be way out of control for his liking, but there was one thing that Ichigo could not get over: Grimmjow liked him. He felt his cheeks flush like a school girl at the thought of the blue haired vixen who seemed to be capable of making him weak at the knees with the turn of his head. Ichigo shook his head softly as he pushed himself off the door and towards the stairs, letting his feet lead him on their own accord. He lazily pushed open in bedroom door, instantly meeting the bed in a graceless manner. He sighed to himself as he felt the comfort of home wash over his body. Sadly, it didn't last long.

"Ichigo, my son!" Ichigo heard his door slam as it was kicked open by the sheer force of his father. He groaned to himself, wishing that for once the goat face would leave him alone. "My poor boy, where were you last night?"

Ichigo looked over his shoulder. Did he really want me to answer that? "I was at a friend's."

"Of course, you were." Ichigo could hear the change of tone in his dad's voice. His father let out a sigh as he sat down on the bed next to Ichigo. Ichigo sat up and stared at his dad's unusual behavior, his father would usually attack him at first sight. "Ichigo…"

"Yeah?" Ichigo stared at his dad, trying to figure out what exactly the man had wanted.

"You're over Renji, aren't you?" Ichigo didn't know what to say. "I saw you."
Ichigo's heart began to panic; feeling completely scared of what the next words were going to come out of his dad's math. There was a moment of silence between the two. They stared at different corners of the room as the last three words carried over them. Ichigo, growing tired of the silence quickly, shifted on the bed slightly and turned away from his dad, no wanting to look at his face.

"Saw me?"

"With that Jaggerjaques kid." His dad's voice was low, dangerous even. "I thought I told you to stay away from him."

Ichigo stood up, not really wanting to allow this to ruin his day. "It's not your decision."

"Ichigo, you don't know him. You don't know his father. You don't know what that family is capable of."

Without thinking, Ichigo's fists balled. "No dad, you don't know him. Grimmjow is not his dad or his step dad. He's his own person. I don't see why you insist on comparing the two!"

"You don't understand Ichigo. You're too young to know any better." Ichigo looked at his dad and noticed for the first time how aged his dad looked.

"I'm nineteen, dad. This, this is my life, my decisions."

"Ichigo, just listen to me for once. He's not good for you, what part of that do you not understand?"

"Look, I don't care what you think." Ichigo walked away from the bed and grabbed the towel off the back of his chair. "I'm going to take a shower. I have to be at school in forty-five minutes."

"Ichigo, talk to me." Isshin stood up from the bed and stood behind his son.

"I don't want to." Ichigo ignored his father's stare and walked out of the room.

Ichigo listened to his dad sigh as he walked to the bathroom, the conversation clearly not over, but neither one of them making the effort to finish it. Ichigo shook his head as he walked to the bathroom and showered. In the shower he let the hot water fall off his skin, washing away the evidence that he had slept in a bed that did not long belong to him. In the bed of a man that was not Renji. Although he and Grimmjow hadn't done anything, the fact that they were in the same room was enough to make Ichigo feel hot and bothered for a second. He shook his mind away from perverse thoughts that were creeping into his subconscious as he thought about what he would have done to Grimmjow if he knew how the man had felt last night instead of this morning. Ichigo shook his head and turned off the tap and walked out of the bathroom.

XXX

"He did not!"

Ichigo smiled and shook his head. Ichigo and Shinji were sitting at back of their history class when Shinji asked why Ichigo hadn't answered his phone the night before. He knew he should have waited tell his friend what had happened, but he couldn't help himself. Ichigo spent the rest of the lecture trying to keep his friend quiet. But as soon as they had stepped out of the class, Shinji had cornered Ichigo and made him spill the rest of the story. Ichigo was smiling the whole time, something that he hardly did whenever he told stories. Shinji's eyes lowered, which caused Ichigo's smile to fall.

"What about your dad?"

Ichigo's scowl instantly returned. "What about him?"

"Well, doesn't he not like Grimm?" Shinji looked at a lock of hair that he held between his fingers, avoiding eye contact with the orange-haired male in front of him.

Ichigo rubbed his temple slightly, his unfinished conversation with his father coming to the forefront of his mind. "My life is not my dad's business. Whether or not he likes Grimm is none of my business."

Shinji dropped the lock of hair and looked at his friend. "But, wouldn't you rather your dad accept who you were with?"

"Yeah, I would." Ichigo sighed. "But at this moment, he doesn't. So, that's that."

Ichigo hitched his bag further onto his shoulder as he and his friend walked to their next classes. Ichigo's mind kept wafting back between the idea of Grimmjow and his father. Admittedly, he was extremely happy that Grimmjow held the slightest feeling for him, but Shinji was right, he did want his dad to accept Grimmjow as his partner. Grimmjow seemed perfectly fine of them being together despite what others think, but Ichigo wasn't so sure. His sexuality was no secret, but Grimmjow was just now…accepting who he was. Ichigo doubted that Grimmjow would want to go gallivanting in the fields yelling out his sexuality. He sighed. Don't think about it Ichigo, go to class and don't worry.

The start of Ichigo's last class of the day was uneventful, but then again, the only reason why he was taking 'Intro to Business' was because it was a general education class that was required of all sophomores. The last thing Ichigo had ever expected was to see an overly tall pirate and a blue-haired devil walk into the middle of the lecture. Ichigo's eyes went wide as teal eyes landed on his own, locking them instantly. Ichigo felt a sharp pain as Shinji's bony elbow stabbed into his side. Ichigo yelped slightly, breaking eye contact with the man in the front of room to turn to the blonde to his side.

"What was that for?" Ichigo hissed as he attempted to stay quiet.

"Ichi-kun, it's Nnoitra!" Shinji was smacking Ichigo's at the excitement of the lanky man who was standing next to Grimmjow looking bored.

"I can see that, you twat."

Ichigo shoved Shinji in his seat as he turned back to Grimmjow. The two locked eyes again and Ichigo noticed the slight grin that was easily making its way onto Grimmjow's perfect lips. He couldn't help but smirk back as he watched the Adonis who was now walking to stand behind the podium. Ichigo noticed the girls' eyes watching every step Grimmjow made, which made something break a little inside of Ichigo, but the way that Grimmjow kept his eyes trained on him made him feel a little better about himself.

Grimmjow stared at the class, not wanting to even be at the lecture in the first place, he was only here because his dad told him to. But now that he had seen his favorite strawberry in the back row looking absolutely delectable, he felt a lot better about going to the school. Grimmjow sighed as he looked at the rest of the class: girls watching him with a look of want, which usually would have been something exciting to him, but if anything it was slightly annoying. Then there were the boys, who were glaring at him like it was his fault the girls weren't paying attention to them. Well, I am pretty hot. Grimmjow smirked before he caught a pair of chocolate eyes that were burning holes into the back of every girl's head. Ah, so the berry's jealous.

"I'm Grimmjow Jaggerjaques and I work for Espada Medical as the youngest excutive manager. Okay, so I'm here today to tell you guys about business, but I'm sure you already knew that. So, what the fuck is there to talk about?" Grimmjow smirked at the slightly shocked faces of his audience. "I guess I can talk to you about how to make a business strive."

Ichigo had never paid attention to any other class like he had today. If he was asked what the lecture had been about, he wouldn't be able to tell you, Ichigo was staring at the charming man the whole entire time. When the lecture ended, Ichigo was walking out of class with Shinji when he felt someone grab onto the strap of his bag and pull him backwards. He choked on his strap before he turned around and found an eat-shit grin that he had grown accustomed to over the past few weeks. He smiled as he turned around completely standing in front of his boy…his…his what?

Grimmjow noticed Ichigo's smile falter a little, causing his own grin to quiver at the edges. "You okay?"

Ichigo nodded. "Yeah, of course. What are you doing here?"

"Were you not paying attention for the last forty-five minutes?" Grimmjow smirked as he ruffled Ichigo's head as he pulled the smaller man into his chest for a hug.

Ichigo's cheeks flushed red at the gesture, not expecting such an intimate gesture after just announcing their feelings. Ichigo pushed off the hard chest. "Grimm, let go!"

Grimmjow chuckled at the embarrassed look on Ichigo's face. "What's wrong, berry. You'd think that after this morning, you wouldn't be so ashamed of a hug."

Ichigo's face flushed again, much to Grimmjow's delight. "Sh-shut up, Grimm." Ichigo looked around, trying to see if anyone was in listening range. He sighed when he noticed only Nnoitra and Shinji was still near them, and they looked far to occupied to be paying attention to Grimmjow and Ichigo. "How come you didn't tell me you were coming here this morning?"

Ichigo watched as Grimmjow shrugged. "I didn't think it was important. Plus, how was I ta know ya were in that class."

"You said you were going to work." Ichigo punched Grimmjow in the chest lightly.

Grimmjow smiled at the action enjoying how comfortable Ichigo looked. "I am at work."

Ichigo chewed at his bottom lip, feeling a little embarrassed about what he was about to ask. "Are you done with work? We…we can go pick up Nel together if you want?"

"Sorry Ichi," Grimmjow rubbed the back of his head. "I still have to go back to the office, I'm only here because Aizen sent me."

"Oh, that's fine." Ichigo had questions about Aizen on the tip of his tongue, but he knew that now was not the time to ask about it at this moment. "I'll just see you when you get home. Is there anything you want for dinner?"

"Oh, look, carrot's a little domesticated house wife, ain't he?"

Ichigo's face flushed red as he looked over to where Shinji and Nnoitra were standing. Shinji was snuggled up into Nnoitra's side as the lanky man smiled at Ichigo's flushed face. Suddenly, Ichigo felt a heavy weight drape across his shoulders as Grimmjow pulled him into another surprise hug, a laugh raking through his body as he did so. Ichigo swore his face became even hotter as he tried to break out of the grasp.

"Ne, he only cooks for me." Grimmjow smirked and kissed the top of the orange head of hair.

"Grimm!" Ichigo pushed out of the grip forcefully, feeling painfully embarrassed of the whole situation. "I-I-I don't cook for anyone. I was being polite."

"I'm sure ya were, carrot." Nnoitra ducked his head and kissed the side of Shinji's neck.

"Whatever, I have to go pick up Nel." Ichigo looked up at the tall blue haired male. "I'll see you later?"

"'Course."

Grimmjow did the unexpected and dipped his head and placed a kiss onto Ichigo's full lips. Ichigo instantly heard a ring of giggles emitting from Nnoitra and Shinji, mostly Shinji. Ichigo's face burned as he pulled out of the intense lip-lock that Grimmjow had managed to get him into, panting slightly, not realizing that he had been such a desperate need of air. He pulled back and stared at the dark blue eyes that were clearly filled with lust. With a small smile, he pushed onto the tips of his toes and planted a quick kiss on Grimmjow's unexpecting lips. Ichigo stood flat footed and bit his bottom lip as he stared at the floor. The idea of kissing Grimmjow freely was still an odd thought to him.

"I'll see you when you get home?" Ichigo looked up through his lashes and partially through his bangs. Grimmjow felt his pants tighten a little, thinking off how that same face would look if it was looking up from his cock.

Grimmjow shifted on his feet, not feeling this way for a man before made him feel a little weird. But the buldge in his pants clearly showed that he definitely held an attraction to the orange haired man in front of him. "I'll try and get off a little early today, if I can. You ended up staying over later than usual yesterday."

Ichigo blushed when he remembered waking up in the other's bed. "See later then."

"See you, Ichi!"

Ichigo's gaze broke from Grimmjow's as he scowled as he looked over at Shinji. "I told you not to call me that!"

Shinji merely smiled as he waved. "Aren't you going to say goodbye to me in such a nice manner?"

"Shut up, Shin."

Ichigo turned back to look at his boyfriend but noticed that the bigger male had already begun to walk away. He watched the retreating figure before he turned in the opposite direction to head towards Nel's elementary school, where he was once again greeted by the small girl with extreme enthusiasm. The pair went back to the apartment where Nel explained to Ichigo that she had a project due that had to be worked on together with "family."

"Are you sure you don't want to wait until Grimmjow gets back?" Ichigo pulled a large bowl out of one the cupboards. "He is your actual family."

Nel stomped her foot on the floor and shook her head in a slight comedic man. "Onii-chan won' be home 'til it'sth dark! We needa do it now."

Ichigo sighed. "Fine, fine. So we just have to cook dinner, right?"

Ichigo watched Nel nod her head vigourusly watching Ichigo place various pots and pans on the counter for later use. He grabbed a chair from the nearby table and place it in front of the counter so that Nel could stand next to him while they worked. The two had decided on making a beef stew for the night with ice cream sandwiches for dessert, two items that lasted the hour long cooking requirement. Nel enthusiastically placed the carrots and potatoes that Ichigo peeled and cut into the bowl, letting water from the sink flow over them. After cutting and washing the meat, Ichigo placed everything in a large pot and placed it on the stove. He watched as Nel carefully filled the measuring cup with water for the broth.

The two worked in tandem to finish the meal, Ichigo dealing with the more dangerous aspects of cooking, such as the stove, but he had let Nel move her chair over so that should stir the pot a few times. While the stew was boiling, he taught Nel how to clean rice. After the rice and stew were situated, the only thing the two could really do was wait. Ichigo pulled out his homework and sat at the kitchen table reviewing over the various notes he had taken over the day and started on his homework. Nel sat next to him, drawing pictures to illustrate what she had cooked for dinner with her "family."

Ichigo's eyes flickered over to the drawing, which looked more like a splatter of orange and green blobs next to a brown blob that he figured was the food. He chuckled slightly and turned back to his homework. Nel spoke every few moments, telling Ichigo the random things that were on her mind. Ichigo nodded in response, finding himself smiling at the little girls interaction. After she was finished with the small amount she was assigned, Nel turned to Ichigo.

"Itsyugo, how much longa isth it?"

Ichigo turned his wrist and checked his watch. "It should be right about now."

When Grimmjow opened the door to the apartment, he was instantly greeted by the smell of food, something that made him very happy. He pulled at the collar of his shirt as he walked to the kitchen. Grimmjow stopped at the sight in front of him: Nel and Ichigo had their back to him as Ichigo poured the hot stew into a large bowl that was to be placed at the table. Nel busied herself by scooping rice into separate bowls, making a mess in the process. Ichigo laughed when he noticed how more of the rice had landed on Nel's shirt than in the bowl, and was quite happy that Nel had short hair; otherwise her hair would have been sticky with rice. Grimmjow cleared his throat and caused the two in the kitchen to jump. They both turned around, similar grins breaking out on both of their faces.

"Onii-chan!" Nel grabbed onto Ichigo's arm as she lowered her self from the chair, before letting go to run to her brother. She wrapped her arms around his legs as she looked up at him with her large smile.

"Hey, bug." Grimmjow reached down and ruffled her hair.

"Itsyugo an' I made dinna!"

"It smells good." Grimmjow detached the little girl from his legs as Ichigo placed the bowl of hot food on to the table. Grimmjow walked over the other man and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. He leaned forward and gave Ichigo a small peck on the cheek. "Hey."

Ichigo blushed furiously at the notion. "H-hi. You're back early."

"Aizen let me off early 'cause I did the presentation today." Grimmjow smirked, enjoying the reaction that he was able to rile up out of the other male. "Are we just goin' ta stand here, or are we gonna eat?"

"Right, sit down."

Ichigo pulled out the chair in front of him for Grimmjow, realizing belatedly that it was a very domesticated notion. Then again, so was cooking for the man. He brought the three bowls over to the table, placing one on each placemat, followed by a pair of chopsticks and a spoon. The three sat down at the dinner table and Ichigo could help but blush at the scenario. He had never expected that the three of them would be eating dinner like this, kind alike how he never really imagined him being with Grimmjow in the first place. The three ate in relative silence, save for Nel's constant stream of conscious that would tumble out of her mouth every now and again. After dinner, Nel went to the living room to watch a television show that revolved around a talking sponge, to wait as Ichigo prepared the ice cream sandwiches. Ichigo was in the kitchen scooping ice cream onto cookies when he felt a hard body press against him.

"G-grimm?"

Grimmjow didn't say anything as he dipped one of his fingers into the ice cream before leading the now coated finger to his lips. Ichigo watched as Grimmjow sucked the ice cream off his finger, his face painted read. Ichigo slowly turned so that he was facing Grimmjow. Grimmjow dipped his finger in the softening ice cream, this time pressing his finger against Ichigo's lips. He watched with fascination as Ichigo's pink tongue licked the tip of his finger hesitantly. Ichigo's tongue wrapped around the finger licking of a little bit of ice cream before pulling the extremity into his mouth. With his free hand, Grimmjow grabbed the back of Ichigo's neck, pulling the boy's face closer to his as he pulled his finger out of the mouth simultaneously

As soon as the two boy's lips met, Grimmjow was already licking the seam of Ichigo's lips. Ichigo allowed access, tasting the slight sweetness of the ice cream he had sampled only seconds before. Grimmjow took a step forward, pressing his entire body against the smaller one, effectively trapping the orange-haired man. Their tongues played with one another, caressing the other as they battled for dominance. With Ichigo's mind distracted, Grimmjow ran one of his hands down the front of Ichigo's shirt, before slipping underneath the material so that he could feel the heated bare skin. Ichigo pulled back slightly at the cold touch and looked up into Grimmjow's darkened eyes.

"What happened to taking it slow?" Ichigo's voice came out deep in his lust induced state and slightly breathy. Without thinking, Ichigo's arms wrapped around Grimmjow's neck, pulling the man closer as he tangled his fingers in the soft locks of blue.

Grimmjow leaned forward and pressed his lips against Ichigo's, trying to silence the other. He had wanted to kiss the other male for the past month, whether he admitted it or not, and he didn't want to waste the time with Ichigo's constant need to question everything. Grimmjow mumbled against Ichigo's soft lips, "I told you, I like this."

Ichigo turned his head, breathing hard as Grimmjow littered kisses down his neck. "Nel's in the other room," Ichigo paused to let out a slight groan as Grimmjow bit the sensitive skin on his neck and licking the tender area sweetly. "Sh-she can walk in at any moment."

"You know, you talk too much berry."

Grimmjow made his way back up Ichigo's neck and kissed him on the lips, his tongue easily sliding into the wet cavern. His free hand still roamed Ichigo's body, it slid up the hard torso, stopping to play with an already hardening nipple. Ichigo moaned into Grimmjow's mouth as he subconsciously began to rock his hips in to the larger male. Growling slightly, Grimmjow reached behind Ichigo and pushed whatever was on the counter out of the way as he lifted Ichigo on to the hard surface. With his new height advantage, Ichigo cupped Grimmjow's face in his hands as he leaned in to the kiss. Both of Grimmjow's hands made their way under Ichigo's t-shirt, loving the feeling of the heated skin beneath his palms.

"Itsyugo?"

Ichigo's eyes snapped open as he jumped and pushed Grimmjow away from him as hard as he could. He looked over at Nel who had her head cocked as she stared at him questioningly. Knowing his face was flushed, Ichigo pressed his palms against his cheeks in attempt to cool down whatever color was flooding his cheeks. Grimmjow could hide the smirk that was making its way onto his lips in amusement of watching Ichigo.

"Ye-yes Ne-nel?"

"Where are da sthandwhiches?"

Ichigo's eyes went wide, completely forgetting that he was making ice cream sandwiches and noticed that the cookies were now covered in melted goo. He groaned as he hopped off of the counter and placed what was left of the ice cream back into the freezer.

"It looks like we're going to have to wait for the ice cream to re-freeze." Ichigo felt bad after he noticed the disappointed look in Nel's face.

Grimmjow noticed too and picked up the bowl that held the melted ice cream and soaked cookie. "Hey bug, you know what's better than sandwiches?"

"Wha'?"

"Ice cream soup."

Grimmjow pulled a spoon out of one of the drawers and handed both the bowl and spoon to the little girl. Nel took both with a smile and ran back to the living room to resume her show. Grimmjow smiled as he turned around where a flustered Ichigo was fanning himself trying to rid whatever embarrassment was evident on his face. Grimmjow took a step forward and placed his forearms on Ichigo's shoulders, bending and leaning forward to place another chaste kiss on the surprised boy's lips.

"I told you she was going to walk in." Ichigo covered his face as he remembered the kiss.

"It was worth it, wasn't it?" Grimmjow laughed at Ichigo as he lowered his hands, revealing his slightly flushed face.

"Tch, I guess."

Hello Readers!
I know it's been a while, but I got super caught up in the my other story "Flashing Lights."
I actually had half of this chapter sitting in my folder since the last time I updated this story, but for some reason lacked inspiration on how I wanted to finish it.
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed our little happy (for now, oh ho ho ho~) couple. I know I said drama is on its way, but I think I want them to be happy for a bit before I get to that :3
Okay, I hope you guys have a good week and hopefully I'll have the next chapter up soon :D