Hellooo, been longer than I meant, this was supposed to be a short light little stop gap in my bigger story cause of writer's block then I got all invested in it and the writer's block infested this one too! Anyway I set the kitten on the writer's block and she destroyed it, she's been practicing with my son's lego and she is getting very good and breaking shit.

Anyway, love to the reviewers, you shall inherit the earth (I'm sure that's what it meant to say ;-)

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Chapter 4

Hachi appeared a moment later, complete with a large first aid kit and he stood hesitantly for a moment at the foot of the bed. He had to clear his throat for the two men to notice him, Ichigo's face flushing again when he caught the little twinkle in Hachi's eye. "Shinji asked me to come and have a look at you. I'll have to refill this if you keep hurting yourself."

Hiyori snorted, standing with her arms crossed. "Little Prima needs his booboos kissed better."

Hachi glanced at the two men on the bed as he sorted some wipes out, opening on and gentle cleaning the back of Ichigo's shoulder, the man hissing and flinching away. "I don't think he needs either of us for that."

Grimmjow held Ichigo's hand while he was tended to, the grip getting tighter every now and again when it really hurt. The worse was when the gravel had to be cleaned out of the knee, Ichigo leaning fully onto Grimmjow and hiding his face in his neck. Grimmjow felt the liquid hit his skin to let him know Ichigo was crying but he didn't betray the other to his friends, holding him gently and shushing him.

"I'm sorry Ichigo but you'll be off your skates for a while I think, I'll have to wrap your knee. Anything else? You lip doesn't need anything." Hachi had cleaned up the cuts and scrapes, the stitches on the bad nail gouges still there after cleaning.

"No, thanks Hachi."

"He took a metal baseball bat to the stomach." Grimmjow scowled back when Ichigo turned on him. Grimmjow jabbed Ichigo in the toned stomach gently, the other yelping and guarding himself with an arm.

Hachi prodded around a bit, Ichigo having been made to lie back on the bed but he couldn't tell if anything was wrong. "You've not broken a rib but if it gets any worse you need to go back to your father. If it hurts to use the bathroom or just gets too painful to bend you let someone know alright?" Hachi cleaned up the kit and used stuff before leaving them. Ichigo sat up slowly, one hand supporting his tender middle.

"Take it easy Prima, holler if you need anything."

Ichigo nodded, giving the girl a wave as she headed to the door.

"Why does she call you Prima?" Grimmjow had to ask, it was a bit of a random name for a guy. The girl heard him and turned back to them.

"Ho ho, I take it you were too busy bumping uglies to chat the other night. Ask Ichigo where he learned to dance. Oh and if you're going to fuck, clean up after yourselves please?"

Grimmjow frowned slightly before turning and seeing Ichigo's face red. "Well?"

Ichigo laid back again, hands over his face and he groaned gently. He did respond but it was smothered in his hands. Grimmjow gripped his wrists and pulled them away, face expectant for an answer. "Ballet alright? She call me Prima cause I'm a ballerino."

"A what? A ballerina?" Grimmjow chuckled at him, seeing Ichigo's face scowl deeply.

"Did you see a vagina the other night? A male is a ballerino if he's the lead. It's bad enough she calls me Prima."

"I'm sorry; you don't really look like a ballerina."

"BallerinO!"

"Whatever." Grimmjow leaned over Ichigo, kissing him softly with a grin still on his face. He kept his weight off the injured man as he deepened the kiss, pulling his body round and Ichigo automatically opening his legs to accept him in. Ichigo was still only in his boxers and it gave Grimmjow a free reign to touch and explore the other man while sober. It took Ichigo a few minutes to remember everything that had happened since the last time Grimmjow was between his legs and it made him pull away and slink up the bed a bit, giving him a little distance on the other man. "What's wrong?" Grimmjow missed the hot near naked body under him instantly.

"You called me a dirty stripper, a slut. A thing." Ichigo's face dropped down at the last part, his gaze taken with the white stripe on his bed cover.

"I did not. Nnoitra did in his fit of jealousy that you did nothing but stare at me that night. He knows that you're not a stripper."

"You didn't say anything when he did though."

"Yeah cause I knew he didn't mean it. You overheard part of a conversation, if you'd heard what he'd been saying earlier you'd be a lot less pissed. Or more pissed as it kind of objectifies you but in a non slut/stripper/whore way. Look, do you know I nearly skipped up the stairs on Saturday afternoon, hoping you were still in my bed? And you didn't even leave me a number?"

"I did so; I wrote it on a bit of paper and left it in front of the TV. Unless that stupid bitch lifted it." Ichigo twisted his arm to have a look at the damage again, Grimmjow taking it and looking more closely.

"Did she really do this to you?"

"She said you asked her to get me out, that she always cleans up after your visitors and that her and her friend are regular visitors themselves."

Grimmjow sniggered, shaking his head. "Her friend is a lezz, nicer than the bitch you met though. And yeah she had a crush ages ago but I thought she got over it. Can't believe she did this to you. She came round and claimed you'd attacked her, showing me a weak ass bruise on her wrist."

Ichigo snorted, locking eyes with Grimmjow as the bigger man hauled his body up the bed a bit, lying alongside him again. "I had to basically hogtie her to get her out of your place. I figured she was probably talking out of her flat ass and didn't want to leave her to put a horse head in your bed or something."

"I'm sorry this started out so badly, can we get a do over?"

"I dunno; don't think I want to forget about Friday, it was pretty good." Ichigo smiled as he laid back, Grimmjow rising up to lean over him.

"Only pretty good? I'll have to try harder." He kissed Ichigo, the other's mouth open and accepting to his tongue as he tasted Ichigo again.

Ichigo broke off for a minute, smile still on his face. "It gets better?"

"Perhaps, with a lot of practise." Grimmjow smirked before resuming their kiss.

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Ichigo glanced at his phone, watching the screen go dead after the call went to his voice mail. He'd been ignoring his phone for the best part of week; well if ignoring meant watching the calls go blank and reading the texts but not replying only because he had to concentrate. He'd even stayed at his dad's house for three nights to avoid his crew and their nonsense. It would normally not bother him and he'd normally join in but he had to practice and revise for his final exam.

His phone went off every hour or so, Grimmjow's name being the most frequent displayed but Shinji appeared alongside Kensei, each man just trying to check on their friend. Ichigo didn't have the time to explain again to them that he just needed the time and they had to just butt out. Grimmjow had been told firmly that he would not be seeing his boyfriend for the best part of a fortnight but he was clearly not taking the hint. Ichigo had a large textbook open in front of him, a page of notes, mainly dates and names as well as his laptop open with YouTube playing the music he had to be able to breathe along with on Thursday.

His phone screen lit up again, the vibration buzzing along his leg and he snatched it up, pissed at the repeated calls making him answer with a snap. "What?"

The line was silent for a minute before Grimmjow's voice sounded out hesitantly. "Well hello to you too. Mind putting my boyfriend on?"

"You boyfriend is fucking busy like he told you he would be all damn week but you don't seem to take the hint."

"Sounds like my boyfriend needs a little de-stressing."

Ichigo sighed, dropping his head into his free hand. "No, I just need to study."

"Take half an hour off, even just come for a walk with me."

"Grimm, I can't. I miss you too but this is really important." Ichigo's qualification in dance required him to pass this exam before he could pursue a career in it. He'd kept up his ballet only because it was the discipline he knew best, he didn't plan in becoming a formal ballet dancer but he did want to work and for that he needed qualifications. His true goal was to teach, he wanted to go into either a proper dance academy or even just a high school and teach physical education and dance. He wasn't going to drop his crew any time soon however. He would consider dancing on stage, just not in a leotard and tights.

"Fine then, I'll go off to my big bed all alone. I know I'll be thinking of you when I deal with the problem in my trousers."

Ichigo groaned, his own problem starting. It had been a while since he'd indulged with Grimmjow, over two weeks anyway and with the next week being out, his libido was feeling neglected. "Don't start; please it's been too long as it is."

"I don't know, it's not that long. It only feels longer when it's inside you, moving and pressing against your inner walls."

Ichigo slumped backwards, popping the button on his skinny jeans as he gave up fighting his erection. "I hate you sometimes."

"You love me when I've got you bent over, clawing at the mattress." Ichigo could hear the grin in the other's voice and he closed his eyes and brought all of their sessions to his mind, picking out a decent visual to stimulate himself. He wrapped his hand around his dick firmly, stroking it as he listened to the other. "I can almost feel you, your hot insides pulling on me, forcing me to stroke into you harder, to hit you deeper each time. And when I've abused you enough you empty yourself all over my hand, squeezing me tightly until you force my end as well."

"Grimm, keep going." Ichigo was slumped onto his back now, one hand fondling his balls as the other pumped himself.

"I take it you're touching yourself? I thought you were too busy?"

"Fuck Grimm, I'm close, please?"

"Naughty boys don't get what they want. If I was there I'd be gripping the base of you tightly, making sure you couldn't cum as I sucked you down. I'd take you deep in my throat and hum your favourite song until you screamed. I'd only let you cum if you begged me and I'd beat one out over you as you lay in the afterglow. Shit I want you right now." Grimmjow's voice was starting to break telling Ichigo that he wasn't the only one touching.

"Have me, I'd throw you onto the bed and jump on top, I'm going to paint you white, shit." Ichigo went quiet for a moment, biting back his moan and he heard Grimmjow stutter on the other end of the line as well, heavy breathing telling him his boyfriend had finished too.

"Keep going, jump on top and paint me white eh? Sounds fucking fantastic. Name a time."

"Any time after Thursday, I really need to go and get back to it Grimm."

"Alright Babe, I'm holding you to that promise by the way. Can't wait to see you riding me."

Ichigo hung up the phone, having to go and clean himself up before he hit the books again. His exam consisted of three house written paper and a three minute choreographed routine demonstrating specific movements. The routine was pretty much down but the written exam was his weakness. He returned to his room, the books still lying waiting for him.

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Grimmjow had a feral smirk on his face when he dropped his phone down, his other hand still lightly stroking over his softening cock. He knew it wouldn't take much to get the other on board for a little phone sex; neither man needed much prompting to get into bed with the other.

They had been seeing each other for about three months, spending a lot of time together which meant a lot of time at Grimmjow's. Grimmjow did go along to the warehouse regularly but they didn't sleep there when there was a private room with a large bed in it just for them. Grimmjow had started to get in some ramen just for Ichigo so that if he stayed over and Grimmjow had to go to work the next day, Ichigo might be more inclined to hang around. Grimmjow had a little present for his boyfriend, sitting inside Grimmjow's bedside table with a cheap ribbon tied around the key which would mean Ichigo could come and go from Grimmjow's when he wanted to. It was still a bit soon for them to be moving in together but a key was a good step in that direction. He planned to give it to him the next time they saw each other but he didn't realise Ichigo had been serious about the two week thing. Grimmjow wasn't insatiable but he missed the other man. Ichigo was easy to rile, fun to tussle with and adorable to curl up with. Ichigo loved to nuzzle in when he was drifting off and he stretch like a little kitten as well. He did not react well to the nickname however, Grimmjow not wanting to give it up but he saved it for special occasions. Never during sex however; he'd learned that the hard way when Ichigo had demanded he get off, throwing on his boxers and leaving the bedroom for the sofa.

"Hey, what did I say?"

"I am not some cute little kitten you need to protect; I don't know why my name is so damn hard for everyone."

"Ichigo, it's just a nickname."

"Yeah, if you'd been called Strawberry, Traffic Cone, Berry Boy, Fairy, 'Rina and fuck knows how many other names your whole damn life you might not react well to it either."

"I don't know, you taste sweet like strawberries." Grimmjow had nibbled on Ichigo's neck, leaning across the back of the sofa with his long arms wrapped around Ichigo's chest.

"I'm sorry I snapped but Kitten? Really?"

"Tiger?"

Grimmjow cleaned up after himself, the wipes tossed into his little bin before he lifted the liner. He headed to the kitchen bin to dispose of his little bedroom bin bag only to find it was also full. He pulled it out, doing his fly back up before stuffing his feet into his converse and grabbing his keys. He headed down to the communal bins outside and tossed his bags in, trotting back up the stairs. He caught sight of other people, making him lift his head to see his least favourite neighbour for the first time in weeks and the first time he had to chance to approach her about her attack on Ichigo. He'd wanted to storm round there but Ichigo had just asked that he look into moving away. Grimmjow had signed a six month contract for his least and had just over a month left before he'd have to look for a new place.

"Oi, Loly can I have a word?" Grimmjow shoved his hands in his pockets, hi face set to a scowl as he approached the woman. She looked delighted to see him, clasping her hands at her front which made her upper arms push her boobs together. She bent forward slightly, fluttering her false eyelashes at him.

"Oh hey Grimmjow, it's been a while since I saw you last. Are you busy?"

"Yeah actually I am. And I could do without my boyfriend being so uncomfortable in my home that I'm having to look for a new place to live. What damn right so you have to attack someone in my house?"

Loly glanced at the side, her eyes narrowing. "I don't know what you mean, what boyfriend are you talking about?"

"I don't know, the fit as fuck red head that you gouged with your talons? How many people have you attacked in my living room that you need help to sort them out?"

"You're dating that slut? And he wasn't a red head, he had black hair. He attacked me first, I told you that."

"So what were you doing in my house when he attacked you? And why did you lift his phone number off the TV unit? Look I'm not interested in any more bullshit out of your mouth. I saw the stitches he had to get after you dug your claws in and compared to the little bruise you showed me I say he has more evidence, you scarred him on his fucking arm. What the hell is your problem?"

Loly's hands had dropped to her sides, shoulders lifting as she got angrier. "My problem is how many people you seem to go through when if you'd only open your eyes and notice what is around you."

"Listen, you might have had a chance a few years ago when I was still interested in boobs but now you're missing a fairly important body part to interest me. Get over yourself and get a grip. Oh and you have that slut to thank that I didn't phone the police on you for forcing entry to my house and assaulting my boyfriend." Grimmjow pushed past her, heading for his door and not seeing her furious face turn shrewd.

Yeah I know, cliff hanger, I don't aim to do them but sometimes it just happens! Yeah I know, it's a bit cliche but I still like it. Review if you're still enjoying it, love to hear from you.

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