How long has it been? a week, maybe two? (months...)

Excuses? Yeah got a few, do they matter to you? Probably not.

Anyway this is it! Final chapter and it's a happy ending (very happy if you know what i mean, wink wink.) #subtleasabrick

Phoebe, signing out
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Chapter 7

Shinji almost span into the space, glaring at the massive white SUV that had challenged him for it. He pulled the key out with a smug look on his face before turning to his passengers, seeing the static horror written all over their faces. "Oh for fuck's sake it wasn't that fast."

Kensei flexed his fingers, releasing the handle at his side from his death grip before glancing at the driver, terror still ingrained on his face. "Mind if I drive home?" His voice shook slightly but there wasn't anything he could do about that.

Shinji rolled his eyes, tossing the minivan key at the larger male before getting out with a huff. He was muttering under his breath but most of them were still getting their senses back to normal to bother about him. Yuzu waved at them from the door, her twin had her arms crossed over her chest with a bothered look on her face. The look mainly came from having to deal with her juvenile father who was holding a programme out and dancing around, imitating her older brother who was featuring in the show.

Ichigo had missed his official exams but since his school had an autumnal recital, he was allowed to take a featured solo which would be judged for his grade so he could graduate the same year as his class, albeit two months later. Karin was insanely proud of her big brother for his recovery and his hard work, he had a place in a teaching programme starting in a couple of weeks that would probably take him with or without that day's results but he's been working that hard there was no way he'd fail.

It had been interesting having him home so much after his assault, him and his blue bodyguard. Karin got on with Grimmjow really well, the older male was more than happy to roughhouse or kick the ball around with her when her brother was studying. That and he was very complimentary about Yuzu's cooking which got anyone into Karin's good books.

Grimmjow was missing from the gathering outside the theatre the night of Ichigo's recital for one very easy to understand reason; he wouldn't be separated from the boy's side. Even Ichigo had tried to make him leave when they'd arrived at the artists' door at 3pm earlier that day but he'd just chuckled and pushed the door open, looking back at his boyfriend expectantly. Ichigo had called their dad to tell them he'd arrived safely, a stipulation of the day, and had told them Grimmjow was staying, no matter what he tried to do to make him leave.

Shinji corralled his troupe and family attachment into their seats, Yuzu and Karin leaving a seat for Grimmjow even though he'd not use it just in time for the curtain coming up. There were plenty of complaints about their late arrival but Shinji had given them the stink eye until they shut up.

The lights were down, every eye on the stage.

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Grimmjow sat, perched on a fairly uncomfortable stool on the left wing of the stage. From there he could see the makeup mirrors, the wardrobe rails and the stage, giving him a panoramic on his lover. Ichigo didn't have his own dressing room or anything like that, it wasn't a show like that so Grimmjow gave the other performers the privacy they were due by having the door in his view. If Ichigo was behind that door, his eyes were fixed there. There was only one was in the room and he watched each and every person enter and leave that room until Ichigo left, a worried look in his face. That made Grimmjow frown, watching the pert bottom lip of his lover disappear between his teeth.

Ichigo had recovered well; at least that's what the doctors' said. He'd suffered relatively mild injuries, not needing any hospital time anyway but his mental recovery was longer. He didn't like being held too tightly, especially at night. Grimmjow had to be careful not to roll over and hold his lover in bed, Ichigo reacted poorly to that. As in kicking, thrashing and generally kicking the shit out of his 'attacker'. Grimmjow had suffered a black eye and a sore nut sack after he pulled his boyfriend in for a cuddle, something that actually sent Ichigo back a couple of stages with his remorse at hurting the man he loved. Grimmjow stated he was fine, as he clutched the bag of frozen peas to his tenders, kissing Ichigo's knuckles but Ichigo didn't sleep the next night, Grimmjow taking the sofa the following so that Ichigo would rest. They had got back on track, Ichigo not lashing out the same way but Grimmjow did sleep with a cup the two nights he joined his lover after the jockey kick.

The worried look set alarms blaring in Grimmjow's chest but he reasoned with his Neanderthal self that the other male had non-assault reasons to be worried and he had to keep his distance, as promised. Ichigo was in skin tight clothing, which made Grimmjow lick his lips for a moment, a pair of black muscle hugging leggings and a white high necked sleeveless top outlined every curve and line he liked to run his tongue over and left very little to the imagination in-between Ichigo's legs. One of the scenes involved a large group of males, Ichigo getting groped a bit and if Grimmjow hadn't had to sit through hours of dress rehearsals he might be incredibly jealous but after seeing the way everyone was just doing their jobs over, and over and over and if any one of those males had been thinking impure thoughts if would be written all over the front of their skin tight leggings anyways he's had to take a chill and just watch his lover's ass, one of the few perks of forcing his way into Ichigo's schedule.

Ichigo was standing alone for a moment, stretching his feet by pressing them back and forth over the toes. Grimmjow stared, he was allowed, taking everything in from his lover's gelled orange spikes too his heaving defined chest. He'd missed holding the other in the three weeks since he'd officially found an apartment and was hoping that if Ichigo passed this grading that they could finally, office ally move in together. Ichigo still had a year of teacher training ahead of him, most of which would take place in a school anyway but he still wanted the other. He wanted him near, always there in a totally non-sexual way just because he liked spending time with him. He also wanted him there, naked in the shower, naked on their bed that he'd bought new for the new place, under him, over him, surrounding him in every way.

A squeeze at Grimmjow's knee broke him away from his thoughts, his jeans uncomfortably tight as he watched Ichigo's toned ass saunter past, standing on the edge of the curtain, waiting for the music cue. He gave Grimmjow a glance, his saucy look letting Grimmjow know he'd been caught out on his naughty thoughts. Grimmjow glanced around before discretely adjusting himself, watching Ichigo out on the stage. He's seen the performance enough to be able to count along with the dancers, Ichigo being lifted by three other males before he dropped backwards, his weight cushioned. He tumbled to the floor gracefully, all his limbs flopping slightly until the prima came out, her dancing, apparently, the only thing that could wake him. Ichigo surged up, using muscles that shouldn't exist in a male body in Grimmjow's opinion before allowing the female to flop around him, Grimmjow eyes only ever being on his lover. He was sure the girl was doing exquisite motions, sure she was in top form but compared to Ichigo she might have well as been an actual swan. Not that it was Swan Lake they were performing.

The performance moved on, Grimmjow's attention waning if Ichigo wasn't on stage, preferring to watch the other male in make-up or stretching. Stretching being his preference.

Two hours eighteen minutes wasn't a long time, there were longer lines at Disney World but when sitting on a wooden stool, two hours eighteen minutes was long enough. He got up, did a circuit round his stool but he never let the other male out of his sight. He wasn't an asshole enough to crowd him at the makeup mirror or to follow Ichigo to the bathroom but he couldn't bring himself to relax.

Shinji tried to get both of them to attend some form of counselling, together or separate but both were adamant that they were 'fine'. Both knew neither were fine but were working on it. Ichigo still didn't like being held down and Grimmjow still had panic moments if he didn't know exactly where Ichigo was and who he was with.

The night was cool when the two lovers exited through the artists' door, the crew hanging for them. Grimmjow had Ichigo's bag in one hand, his other thrown loosely round the other's shoulders. Shinji and the rest broke out in applause at the sight of Ichigo who blushed but smiled regardless.

"So, we giving you a lift home, to the warehouse?" Shinji knew Ichigo wanted to go home with Grimmjow but hadn't been able to bring himself to go through with it.

Ichigo glanced up at his boyfriend, Grimmjow smiling at him, the smile not quite reaching his blue eyes. "Nah, I'm alright. See you guys on Tuesday for rehearsal alright?"

"See you then Baby Dancer. Call me if you need something." Shinji didn't mess around, bitching at his crew until they poured in to the vehicle. Grimmjow tightened his hold on Ichigo for a heartbeat, loosening before the other could panic.

"I'll drop you at your dad's. Want to hit anywhere for food first?" Grimmjow swallowed slightly, feeling he couldn't have swelling in his chest. He wanted Ichigo home with him, but if he brought it up and was rejected again it would hurt worse. The guy had been attacked, in Grimmjow's building, there was no way he'd feel comfortable even if the location was different. A different building just meant different neighbours; anyone of them could be as psycho as his old ones. He'd spend ages on sex offender's registers checking the apartment building over but he could be too careful.

"I am a bit hungry, what have you got back at yours to eat?"

Grimmjow shrugged, not thinking the question through. "Dunno: noodles, soup, bread, snacks. What do you fancy?"

"Noodles would be good, you know, after."

Grimmjow headed towards his truck, hitting the unlock button while frowning at Ichigo's statement. "After what?" He didn't get a verbal answer to his question, just pressed against the car's body by his lover's hot, slim frame. Ichigo threaded his fingers through Grimmjow's hair, tilting his head just right so their kiss was comfortable and deep at the same time. Grimmjow's hands came to rest lightly on Ichigo's hips, his thumbs stroking the skin just above Ichigo's jeans lightly as he enjoyed the contact. This was as intense at they'd got since Ichigo's assault, making out always ended when Grimmjow appeared to be trapping or holding Ichigo even slightly too hard which made intimacy difficult for the pair since Grimmjow was so domineering. He'd bit it back, allowing Ichigo to set the pace but it ended with just kissing. Grimmjow felt Ichigo grind their groins together, stealing a moan from the larger male too easily just from the shock of it.

"Noodles after you fuck me. I want you, can you feel how much?" Ichigo spoke against Grimmjow's lips clutching the larger man's biceps and pushing himself flush with the other.

Grimmjow's fingers dug into Ichigo's hips, pulling him in and holding him tightly. He swallowed thickly, taking a breath and controlling himself. He leaned forward and pecked Ichigo on the lips before separating them and pushing the other away. "Come on, I'll drop you at your dad's." Grimmjow turned his back in Ichigo, blinking his eyes for a second to alleviate the burning he was feeling. He wasn't going to cry because his boyfriend was teasing him. It wasn't Ichigo's fault, Ichigo was just as horny as Grimmjow was but he'd lose it quickly as soon as 'little Grimmjow' came out and Grimmjow was not up for himself becoming littler if Ichigo panicked at the wrong moment.

Ichigo was left cold at the side of the car, arms still up as if he was still holding his taller lover but they were empty. His eyes were burning as well, his with shame however at his actions. Grimmjow was being overly patient, overly nice about Ichigo's issues with intimacy. It's not like Grimmjow reminded him of the red haired man that had tried to force him, he didn't really give a shit to be honest but he knew his subconscious wasn't so easy to control. Grimmjow had smiled through kicks to the groin, tears during kisses and trembles through hugs but Ichigo was done, he wanted the other male but now had to worry the other didn't want him. He would throw himself a million times but Grimmjow only seemed to catch him with kid gloves, not the warm large hands of a lover. It was his own fault; he had no business being traumatised when nothing happened.

The car started, the large engine noise breaking the silent night. Grimmjow's door was still open but he was inside, facing away from Ichigo. Ichigo's arms wrapped around himself, feeling the chill the night pressed on him before he turned away from the car, blinking his eyes to clear them before walking the opposite direction.

He got a dozen steps from the back bumper of the car before the large hands he's just been thinking of turned him sharply, Grimmjow's face pulling a deep frown which broke at the sight of Ichigo's tears. "Where the hell are you going?" The words were still harsh but the tone had dropped from what Grimmjow had intended.

"I don't know, the warehouse?" He ended his statement with a question as he genuinely didn't have a direction in mind when he turned from the car.

"Get in the fucking car. I'll drop you if you don't want to go to your dad's. You could've just said." Grimmjow huffed as he dragged Ichigo back towards his still running car.

Ichigo wrenched his arm out, wincing as the grip tightened and he felt the pain up his arm. "I don't want to go to my dad's!" Grimmjow stared at him after he shrieked. "I don't want to go to the warehouse!" Grimmjow now looked at him concerned, one blue eyebrow up. Ichigo surged forwards, gripping the chiselled face in both hands and kissing Grimmjow firmly. "I want to be with you, I want to wake up with you. I want to eat noodles in my underwear with you."

"I can come back to your dad's with you, I'm sure he won't mind."

Ichigo rolled his eyes at his lover's naivety. "Grimm, take me home, to our home."

Grimmjow's blue eyes widened, finally realising what the other meant. "You want to come back to my place?"

"Yes, I want to sleep on that big new bed you got. Please."

Grimmjow drove at the speed limit back to his place. There were exactly five speed cameras between the theatre and his new place and each one laughed at him as he drove past it. The locked the car using the remote on the keys as Ichigo led the way into the lobby, heading to the elevator and pressing the number six. The ride was short and silent, their hands connected and held tightly as they stole glances at each other, drawing smirks when caught.

Ichigo was out of the doors before they fully opened, pulling Grimmjow after him and towards Grimmjow's door. Ichigo had been there many times but had yet to spend the night. He pulled his keys out, opening the door with his own copy of the key before tossing them on the table behind the sofa. He turned to Grimmjow, small smirk on his face as he quickly removed his t-shirt, tossing it somewhere to the left. He toed off his shoes as he unbuckled his belt, Grimmjow slamming the door shut before he dropped the jeans to the floor, the boxers he was wearing following after. They were kicked to the side and Ichigo stood in all his glory, his confidence wavering as Grimmjow stood staring. He sucked in a quick breath as he was lifted, ass getting dumped on the table next to his keys as Grimmjow sucked on his neck, pushing in-between Ichigo's legs. Ichigo's bare erection chafed on Grimmjow's jeans, the rough sensation drawing a gasp out of the smaller male.

Grimmjow drew back sharply, panic on his face slightly until he saw the lusty lidded look in his lover. He ran his hands down Ichigo's body, feeling the other arch into him as they settled on Ichigo's hips. He curved them upwards, pulling the smaller body into his as he circled the narrow waist. Another sound escaped the other, this time a moan as their bodies touched. Ichigo's patience seemed to run out pretty quickly after that, yanking Grimmjow's polo shirt off and throwing it before sinking his teeth into the rounded pectorals in front. No matter how hard Ichigo worked and how much he bulked he was never going to look like Grimmjow, he wasn't built to carry it and he was fine with it. He did like to look at the other though, loving the lines and sharp definitions all over Grimmjow's body. Grimmjow hissed as he licked and nibbled his way across Grimmjow torso, Grimmjow's big hands sinking into Ichigo's vibrant hair. He pulled the younger man up, pressing their open mouths together and swallowing Ichigo's sounds. Grimmjow hadn't completely resolved himself to the feeling, knowing Ichigo could at any moment freak out but he was enjoying them until it happened. He sank to his knees and swallowed Ichigo without a warning, a hollow shriek leaving the other at the feeling. He deep throated Ichigo, feeling the smooth head press down and trigger his gag reflex slightly. He swallowed, Ichigo letting out a raspy noise before hollowing his cheeks and rapidly moving over the other. Ichigo's hips moved with him, helpless noises coming from the other that made Grimmjow grin round his mouthful. He came off with a slurp, trailing his tongue past Ichigo's balls and down, holding the sacks to the side for a moment as he licked a trail up under them, flicking over Ichigo's ass.

A garbled oh god came out of the other, making Grimmjow grin before he did it again, taking longer and pressing the tip of his tongue in that time. Ichigo gasped loudly, his ass pressing back, wanting more. Grimmjow pulled his hips forward, Ichigo falling into his back and hooking his heels on the table to hold himself up to more of the pleasurably torment. Grimmjow speared the little hole with his tongue, teasing it open slightly and soaking it. He threaded his little finger in gently, curving it round and pressing it along the walls. The soft warm feeling made him close his eyes, the memories of it being round his flesh flooding his mind. He wasn't rushing though, or getting his hopes up.

The pinkie was replaced with his middle finger, wanting the length to feel and touch all he could. Ichigo was opening up with ease, a second finger slipping in and drawing a delighted moan out. Grimmjow stood himself up, keeping his hand busy as he draped himself over Ichigo. His weight would probably pull a reaction out but Grimmjow needed Ichigo to call stop sooner rather than later if he was going to. What Grimmjow didn't expect was the plea for more.

"If I give you more it'll be everything, I don't know if you want that."

"I want you. I want you in me, I want you to fuck me, cum in me and hold me all night. Right now I need you, and you've got too many damn clothes on." Ichigo reached past Grimmjow's busy hand and hauled on Grimmjow's belt, pulling it open so it snapped over his own ass. He pulled the button fly open and pushed down, unable to get them far without help but Grimmjow was happy to assist. He was soon dragged in by Ichigo's long toned legs and his hard-on was lying on Ichigo's thigh, beads of pre-cum coating the red tip. Ichigo swirled a finger over the tip, taking it to his lips and sucking on it, moaning lightly.

Grimmjow pulled his fingers out, gripping Ichigo by the hips and pulling him flush, Grimmjow's dick sitting neatly between his balls, sticking straight up. Ichigo moved slightly, rubbing himself on the shaft which made Grimmjow growl, holding the other tighter.

"Please Grimm," Ichigo gripped them both for a moment, fisting them before dropping his own and manoeuvring Grimmjow's cock down. Grimmjow's hand went to help, lining himself up before sheathing himself slowly. Grimmjow's face paled at first before turning red, the pressure inside himself unbearable as the tight heat enveloped him. Ichigo arched again, his head turned to the side and his eyes screwed tight. Ichigo's left heel slipped off the table but Grimmjow caught it, lifting the whole leg to rest on his chest. He pressed a kiss to the calf before pulling out and slowly entering again, Ichigo hissing gently at the feeling. Grimmjow kept the slow movements up; calming his blood flow as he just enjoyed the feelings but when Ichigo lifted his other leg up, Grimmjow had to stop as he felt himself falling deeper.

His motions grew firmer, clutching Ichigo's legs to his chest. He lost himself for a while, the slap of his hips off Ichigo's ass punctuating his thrusts as he listened to Ichigo's responses. He grabbed the neglected member, his spit drying on it but it was weeping enough to ease the motions mimicking their love as he handled it. Ichigo's arms moved constantly, from gripping the table edge to pulling on his own hair to digging his nails into Grimmjow's arms. They settled, one on the wrist holding his dick and the other on the table edge just as he crashed over, his back arching up as his cum spilled onto his stomach. Grimmjow split Ichigo's legs apart, leaning in and resting his forehead on Ichigo's sternum before finding his own end, spilling himself inside the man he loved. They stayed like that for a moment, Ichigo flopping back onto the suddenly very uncomfortable table while Grimmjow tried to remember his own name.

"Well, that's this room christened, where to next?"

Oh well another one finished. Yup that really was mainly smut, but what more did it need? On to my next story - yes i know i've still got one to finish but it's paused for now.

Not sure whether to make the next one Grimm-Ichi or throw Renji in again. He's in the story and could easily be in the romance. not wanting to make it a triangle - at least no with those three...

Look out for Banking on You - working title that is soooooo cheesy if you know the plot. Which i do, kinda...

Let me know what you think of this nonesense and hope to see you on the next! Vince, hope you loved it.

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