Ichigo leaned over the bathroom sink and lowered his head. What the hell was that? Cumming in his mouth and then kissing him? It wasn't like they were lovers or anything. Was that kind of thing even allowed in a 'relationship' like this? With a sigh he flicked on the tap and brought a handful of water to his mouth, swishing it around a few times before gargling and spitting. When he was finished he looked at himself in the mirror. He was getting deeper and deeper in this and it had barely been three days. What would he be doing a week from now, he wondered? Blow jobs on the public toilet? Fucking in dark, dingy and dirty alleys for cash? Well, he had already serviced him in an alley, and liked it more than he ever wanted to admit, so the possibilities were endless. He shook his head and growled low in his throat. This was going from bad to worse way too quickly and he was already in over his head.

Once Ichigo left the bathroom and headed back to the bar he noticed the last performance closing. After a quick word with Z, he was two minutes late coming back and even though Z was a pretty laid back guy he still felt the need to at least try to reprimand him, he took back over his position and began to fill orders as the announcer called out, "We have a special treat for all you needy boys out there. A new routine by the lovely, lithe, Solid Gold!"

When the electric guitars and heavy bass began to pound through the speakers he looked up and frowned. Shinji usually danced to slow ballads, ones that allowed him to move slowly and enjoy himself while at the same time letting the audience appreciate every aspect of his body. Now as he entered the stage Ichigo could almost feel the heat and anger radiating from him. He had never seen Shinji dance like that, his body moving wildly with the music, but he couldn't turn away. It seemed the rest of the patrons of the club felt the same because there was not one face turned away from the flexible blond on stage.

Ichigo stared open mouthed as he watched his thin, lean body undulate; fine thin hair fanning out as he threw his head back and ran his hand down over a well oiled chest.

"Gorgeous, isn't he?"

Ichigo started and half turned to the man who had spoken, nodding but reluctant to take his eyes away from the stage.

"Never seen him dance like that before." He commented.

"He seems angry."

For the first time Ichigo looked the man in the face. He didn't recognize him and frowned at his remark.

"Why do you say that?"

"Well just look at him. I've seen just about every one of his shows and I know one thing for sure. You see enough men take of their clothes, watch their body language for long enough, and you can get an idea of their moods. Body language." The man repeated.

Ichigo turned back to look at Shinji just in time to see him wrap his legs around the upper half of the pole and splay his body down it, his back arched and his fingers barely touching the smooth floor beneath. It was an amazing thing, one Ichigo had never been able to manage himself without falling on his head.

As the song finished and the crowed predictably roared its approval Shinji looked straight at Ichigo, noticing his open mouth and wide eyes. As angry as he had been just moments before the erratic dancing and the pole burn he would surely have later was worth every bit just to see that look. He shook his head and let a huge smile cross his face before he winked at his friend, grabbing his clothes and running off the stage.

It was a rare night that he got to walk home with anyone, let alone Shinji, and he was glad for the company. Ichigo sighed and tugged his coat closed as they walked, looking at his friend sideways.

"What? You've been lookin' at me outta the side of yer face since we left the club."

"It's nothing. Just something someone said."

Shinji sighed and stopped walking. "And?"

"Are you mad?" Ichigo blurted out, remembering the conversation he had had earlier.

When Shinji didn't say anything his own mood dropped. "You are mad, aren't you? What happened?"

"Nothing." Shinji said quickly and began walking again. "It's just… never mind. I found something out I didn't want to, that's all."

"What?"

"Look, Ichigo, I'm super worn out, so I'm gonna get goin'. See ya tomorrow!" With that Shinji turned down the next block and trotted away without a backwards glance.

Ichigo scowled after him, not understanding a bit of what was going on but too tired to do anything about it. Sticking his hands deep in his pockets he ducked his head low and continued on home.

After he left Ichigo, Shinji was glad for the solitude. He had wanted so badly to confront him, but he honestly had no idea what to say to him about it. He knew he shouldn't dwell on what he had seen and heard but it was pointless trying not to think about it. His best friend of fourteen years was doing something so out of character that as well as angering him, it made him worry. What the hell was Ichigo thinking? He wasn't even gay! And taking money for it…? He shook his head and tugged his coat closer.

It irritated him that even more than the shock of seeing Ichigo in that situation, even more than the worry and the anger, he was jealous. He couldn't remember how many years he had wanted Ichigo to touch him, to feel him, to think of him as more than just a friend knowing that it could never be. At the very least he had wanted himself to be Ichigo's first drunken male on male kiss, but that was all down the crapper now.

"What the hell am I thinking?" He whispered to himself. Unrequited love sucked ass.

Instead of going home he detoured to his mothers house, about four blocks from his own, and entered without knocking. Shinji's mother worked strange hours so he wasn't surprised to see her awake at nearly three in the morning. She looked up from her painting and smiled at her only son.

"You look tired, baby. You wear yourself out like that and you won't be able to dance tomorrow." When she noticed the forlorn look on his sons' face she frowned. "What happened?"

Dropping his bag he held out his arms like a lonesome child, his lip jutting out and quivering a bit. She stood quickly and ran to take him in a hug, squeezing tighter when Shinji burred his face in her neck.

"It's Ichi, okaachan."

Ichigo opened the door and shut it quickly, his heater was broken and he didn't want to let what little heat he had in the apartment out. He almost screamed when his kitchen light flicked on and someone chuckled low.

"What a tiny little shit hole you live in."

Ichigo's eyes nearly bugged out of his head and his entire body froze. Ignoring the dig about his apartment he snapped out a reply.

"What the hell are you doing in my house?"

Grimmjow smirked and walked over to him. "Ya think that was enough earlier? Yer good but not that good. I think you might just need more practice."

"No, get out. I have to be at school in like five hours."

Grimmjow grabbed him by the shoulders and slammed him up against the wall. "You think I give a shit about that?"

"But earlier you said…."

Grimmjow covered his mouth with his hand and pressed his lips to his ear. "You got a sweet little mouth. How 'bout we put it to better use than talkin', ne?"

When he licked Ichigo's neck and felt him give an unconscious shudder he almost groaned. He hadn't expected to break into the kids place and wait for him, though he hadn't been there long. He didn't want to think about why he was there past wanting to get off once more. His hands slid up the inside of Ichigo's shirt and he pulled back when he hissed in pain. With a frown Grimmjow yanked up his shirt to see what was wrong. His frown deepened when he saw the bruise.

"This is from last night?" He asked, his voice quieter than usual.

Ichigo nodded and turned his scowl away. He was too tired to deal with this right now. "If you're going to do anything let's get it over with. I'm tired."

Grimmjow smirked and grabbed him by the back of the neck. "Ya know that just makes me want to take my time, right?"

Returning to the delicious neck displayed to him he ran his tongue from crook to ear and bit down lightly on the lobe. Ichigo bit his lip and tried not to let it get to him but he could already feel his legs starting to turn to jelly. As Grimmjow trailed little bites along his jaw line his hands moved over the body before him. Ichigo may not have looked it but his body was about as solid as one could get, barely any give at all when Grimmjow wrapped his fingers around his forearm and began pulling him to the bedroom.

Without seeing where he was going he managed to make it down the hall walking backwards and gnawing on Ichigo's neck with only running into the wall once. When the back of his legs hit the bed he pulled away from Ichigo and grinned. The room was small, barely fitting the second hand queen sized bed and a night stand, but it didn't matter.

"Thank god you have a western style bed." He commented before turning and pushing Ichigo onto it.

Ichigo bounced a few times, wincing as his stomach muscles flexed, and watched Grimmjow take off his shirt. It was the first time he had seen the man topless, the first time the majority of his upper body had been covered loosely with his kimono and the second time his face had been pressed into a wall. Now that he could finally see him in all his glory he realized that this man was ripped. He hadn't looked that large with clothes on but now that he stood before him half naked he seemed huge. It made the front of his pants tighten embarrassingly and he blushed, causing Grimmjow's grin to widen.

"Like what ya see, ne Strawberry?"

"Not particularly." Ichigo snapped.

"Tch. I think yer cock says otherwise." Grimmjow reached for the front of his jeans and began to undo the button fly.

Ichigo couldn't look away and wished desperately that he could kick himself. When he realized his heartbeat and breathing had sped up he huffed out a sigh. Grimmjow dropped his pants to the floor and cocked an eyebrow at him.

"Well? I gotta undress you too?"

Ichigo rolled his eyes and pulled his shirt over his head, gritting his teeth at the pain and trying not to let it show. As soon as it was off he reached for the button on his pants.

"Eager, are we?"

"I told you I'm tired. I wanna get this over with."

Grimmjow grabbed the bottoms of Ichigo's pants and yanked them off before crawling on top of him with slow feline grace.

"And I told you that makes me wanna take my time."

With that said he dipped his head low and captured Ichigo's lips, nipping them lightly before sucking the bottom one into his mouth. Ichigo had only ever kissed one other person in his life, a girl he had dated for about a week in high school, so he was rather inexperienced in that area; as well as many others. When Grimmjow's tongue tickled its way into his mouth he willingly excepted it, moaning a little as he began to move his own. Grimmjow growled deep in his throat and lowered his body, pressing their chests together but keeping their groins apart. For now. Ichigo arched his body wantonly, his mind already lost in sensation.

"Yer so docile tonight." Grimmjow chuckled.

Ichigo's eyes snapped open and he sneered. "I told you I'm tired."

Grimmjow bit his ear and licked the soft shell of it before commenting, "Fuckin' liar."

Upon saying that he ground his cock into Ichigo's and reveled in the deep throaty groan the escaped his lips. At this point he was so hard it almost hurt and Ichigo reached out to him to push him away only to have his hands travel up the well toned chest, over his shoulders, and tangle in the surprisingly soft hair. When his fingers tightened Grimmjow began to trail open mouthed kisses down his chest, licking and nipping as he went. When he reached a pert dusky nipple he sucked it into his mouth and nibbled sending Ichigo into another round of writhing and moaning.

Grimmjow reached for Ichigo's boxers and pulled them off slowly before reaching up to toy with his rock hard member. Ichigo bit his lip and hissed as his back arched, any pain he had been feeling before evaporating in the heat his body was now giving off. Grimmjow reached behind Ichigo's neck and pulled him up into a sitting position, bring their lips together once more in a heated passionate kiss, their tongues tangling and battling.

"Got any lube?" Grimmjow asked, his voice rough.

Ichigo nodded, his heavy lidded gaze flickering to his nightstand. Grimmjow reached for the tiny drawer and opened it, glad that it was sitting right on top so that he didn't have to search for it. Taking it in hand he returned to Ichigo, turning him around and pulling him into his lap. His hand once more reached for his cock, lightly running his palm over the shaft and his other hand moved his legs apart and hooked them over his own. With Ichigo wide open like that he poured a bit of the lube on his fingers and sought out the tight entrance, probing delicately. Instead of the predicted hiss of pain, or jerking away, Ichigo let his head fall back and tilted his hips as if in offering.

"Ah, shit." Grimmjow breathed, latching his teeth on the neck bared to him and slipping one slick finger slowly inside.

"Nggh-ah." Ichigo's mouth fell open and his eyes rolled closed.

With his free hand Grimmjow plucked the tiny nipple, eliciting more of the desired sounds for the young man, and added another finger to the one already slowly invading him. His mouth continued to explore Ichigo's neck and shoulder as he slowly slipped in a third finger. When Ichigo gave the first sound of discomfort Grimmjow stopped his movements and frowned.

"Hurts?"

Ichigo shook his head. "More. Please more." He breathed.

Grimmjow grinned and buried the three fingers as deep as he could, lifting Ichigo's hips and spreading his legs wider.

"Do you have any idea how hot you are right now?"

Ichigo either didn't hear or ignored the comment and reached his hands back over his head to tangle once more in the soft blue hair. He turned his head and sought out Grimmjow's mouth, snatching it as quickly as he could in a fierce kiss. Grimmjow groaned at the bold action and lifted Ichigo by the hips, shifting his own still covered cock to sit between the soft cheeks pressed against him. Ichigo wiggled and pressed backwards. Instead of pulling away to pull off the offending piece of cloth, he reached his free hand into the opening and pulled himself free even as his fingers still worked to stretch the body before him. He stopped only long enough to lean and reach once more for the lube, quickly coating himself and lifting Ichigo by the hips. He pulled his fingers free and situated his cock at the stretched entrance, letting it press teasingly against it. Ichigo, at this point lost in the heat that nearly fried his brain took no time in lowering himself onto the thick invader, the both of them letting loose with deep animalistic groans.

Still spread wide, his legs draped over Grimmjow's own open ones, he began to raise and lower himself with the help of the strong hands still gripping tightly to his hips. Grimmjow began to curse quietly, the position affording him so much pleasure that his head was starting to feel a bit fuzzy. Ichigo was completely lost, Grimmjow's cock hit his oversensitive bundle of nerves over and over and he rose and fell, impaling himself on his cock. As the speed increased so to did the vocal appreciations, each of them caring not a bit that the thin walls afforded little privacy. With the bedsprings protesting with each thrust, Grimmjow returned his lips to Ichigo's neck, biting down with enough force to bruise and reached for his neglected cock. With barely a touch Ichigo came, splattering both himself and his bed. At the sound of Ichigo's release Grimmjow picked up speed before finally with a loud grunt cumming deep within the young man.

Ichigo turned in his arms and kissed him, their lips slanting slowly and their tongue dancing indolently as they both tried to catch their breath. Slowly Grimmjow lowered Ichigo to the bed and laid down next to him. It had been a long while since he had had such an intense sexual experience and he looked down at the limp form with a bit of a frown on his face. After making sure he was covered Grimmjow dressed and left the bedroom. He shouldn't stay though he wanted to, if only to catch a bit of sleep. The fact that he thought he might sleep well in the bed with the strawberry haired youth bothered him so he wanted to get out. Reluctantly he set a pile of money on the kitchen counter and locked the door behind him as he left. Ichigo wasn't the only one who had an early day coming up.

"Mr. Kurosaki!"

Ichigo's head popped up off his desk with a piece of paper stuck to the side of it. The class room irrupted into fits of giggles and he hurriedly pulled it from his face, flushing deeply.

"Don't bother coming to class if you're only going to sleep, Mr. Kurosaki. You're not only wasting my time, you're wasting your own."

As the professor went back to his lecture Ichigo rubbed a hand over his face. After a long night of work and then being accosted at home he had ended up with barely three hours of sleep. Even after chugging two cups of scalding hot coffee on his way to class he was still beyond tired. And he still had to go home and do homework before work that night. Thankfully tomorrow was Friday and he wouldn't have to worry about work for a couple of days. Though he was beginning to wonder if Grimmjow was going to let him off that easy.

At the mere thought of the other man his face was set aflame and he hid it in the crook of his arm. He wanted very badly to pretend that that morning hadn't been one of the best experiences he had ever had as far as sex went but he knew that he would be lying. Though he hadn't exactly 'been around the block' he wasn't a virgin and it bothered him, less then he would have thought, that his best sexual experience had been with a man.

So far. His inner voice commented, trying to make him feel a little better about the situation.

As soon as class was over he was out he door and into the dreary cloudy day. The rain drizzled down slowly and the cold seemed to seep into every part of his body as he walked back to his apartment. He had forgotten his umbrella in his rush to get to class on time so he was soaked by the time he put his key in the door. His neighbor was sitting outside, shall wrapped loosely around her and class of sake in hand. She smiled at him and winked, making him blush and a throaty laugh come from her. He quickly entered and shut the door. He hadn't even been thinking that her bedroom was right on the other side of his and now every time he saw her he was sure that she was going to give him 'that look', the one that said, "I know what you were doing." in a sing song voice.

He stripped down to his underwear, hanging his wet clothes in the bathroom before sitting on the couch. He began to doze off almost immediately, his head falling back and his mouth hanging open. It seemed he had only just drifted off when his phone rang and he nearly fell off the couch in shock. Glad that he lived alone he reached for the phone and opened it without looking at who was calling.

"Ichigo, it's Z. Look, don't worry about coming in tonight."

"Why not? I'm not fired am I?" Ichigo asked in a panic.

"No, not that. Health inspector stopped by today and found rats. Gotta shut down for a few days while someone comes in to kill them all. Should be up and running by Monday night." There was a moment of silence before he continued. "I expect you to be better by then."

Without saying goodbye he hung up and Ichigo sighed in relief. If he didn't have to worry about going in to work he didn't have to feel bad for going back to sleep. Tossing his phone on the table he weaved his way to his bedroom and threw himself on his bed, falling instantly into a deep dreamless sleep.

A/N Yay, another chapter :D Have to give props to:

CrimsonDesire-x: She got three of the five hidden bleach characters.

crave-the-rave: found all five.

Way ta go! Anyway, yeah, I don't have much to say, but as always would LOVE to hear what ya think! Toodles :P