After receiving a phone call from Z about the rat infestation at the bar, Shinji set upon eating every last perishable morsel in his mother's house. She would be gone about a week this time for her art exhibition in Kyoto and it would all just go to waste anyway. Shinji was never one to pass up free food. As he nibbled and wandered aimlessly around the house he began to grow a little restless, his thoughts going back to the night before and what he had never wanted to witness. His mood plummeted and he sighed, setting down the half eaten pear he had been munching on. As he tried to focus his thoughts on something else, anything else, he was blessed by the interruption of his cell phone ringing.

"Yeah?" He answered briskly.

"Okaachan sold a painting!"

"Really? Already? That's awesome." Shinji looked at the clock and noticed that her show would have started less than an hour ago.

"Yup, and guess for how much, Shin-chan?" Without waiting for him to guess she blurted out the number.

"Holy shit! A million yen? Are ya serious?"

"Yup. Now take some of that money I have hidden in the jar under my bed and go get some beer to celebrate for me."

Shinji laughed and reached once again for his pear. "I love it when okaachan encourages her underage son to do illegal things."

"You only live once, baby. I love ya."

"Love ya too, okaachan."

As soon as he hung up he jumped in the shower. Regardless of what was going on with Ichigo or how Shinji was hurting because of it, he would still love to hear the news. As soon as he was dressed and he had pilfered enough money from his mother's not so secret stash, he was out the door and on his way. With a short stop at a convenience store he purchased some beer and walked to Ichigo's. He knew the owner well as he was a frequent costumer at the bar but didn't want his wife to know, so he was always able to get beer without an ID and at a discounted price. As he knocked on the door he glanced sideways at the woman sitting outside with a glass of sake. She smiled and winked at him making him gulp as he reached for the knob and nearly crying out his thanks to God that it was unlocked.

Once inside he locked the door and looked around. It was dark, the curtains were drawn and with the cloud cover outside no sun was trying to peak through. He called out Ichigo's name and frowned when he didn't hear a reply. Setting the bag he was carrying in the kitchen he made his way to the bedroom and found Ichigo face down and in his underwear on the bed. Shinji smirked and leaned over him to whisper in his ear.

"Ichigo. Wake up."

Nothing. With a sigh he poked the side of his head a few times, giggling a bit when Ichigo mumbled something about fishcakes and rolled over. Knowing that he wasn't going to get anywhere when he was in this state, Shinji covered him up and returned to the kitchen. Grabbing a beer he popped it open and returned back to the bedroom, sitting on the bed next to Ichigo and sipping, periodically looking down at his sleeping friend and smiling. Ichigo was so cute when he was sleeping. Like a child, really.

He wasn't sure how long he sat there, though his beer was long gone, before Ichigo stirred and blinked up at him. He frowned and sat up, rubbing his eyes and looking around the room before his eyes returned to Shinji.

"What're you doin' here?"

Shinji smiled and patted him on top of the head. "I forgot how heavy of a sleeper y'are." He shook his empty can in Ichigo's face. "Ya know how I hate ta drink alone."

Ichigo grunted and leaned back against the wall. "What's with the beer?"

With a smile Shinji leaned close to him. "Okaachan sold a painting for a million yen."

"Really?!" Ichigo's face brightened and he sat up straighter. "Well, then pass me one of those."

They sat companionably on the bed, sipping at their beers and talking about things that were completely inconsequential. Shinji sighed inside and decided to try and forget what he had seen. Ichigo would tell him what was going on when he was ready and worrying about it wasn't going to speed that process up one bit. When they were both on their fourth beer Ichigo's cell phone rang and he rose to answer it, stumbling over some stray clothes on the floor on his way to the living room. It was then that Shinji noticed the mark on the side of his neck for the first time. It was then that the anger returned. Right there in plain view of anyone and everyone was a huge hickey, complete with teeth marks. As soon as Ichigo answered the phone Shinji knew who it was.

"Hello Strawberry. How're ya feelin' today?"

"What do you care? And what do you want?" Ichigo growled, cocking his hip and turning to walk away from Shinji who had followed him into the living room under the pretense of grabbing another beer.

"I'll be by to pick you up in about a half an hour, so I figured I'd warn ya."

"What? Why?"

"Does it matter why? You better be ready 'cause I'll only honk once." Grimmjow grinned on the other end of the line. "And dress nice."

"Why?" Ichigo's frown deepened and Shinji unconsciously copied him as he listened to one side of the conversation.

"We're goin' out."

"Like a date?" Ichigo blurted out, regretting it as soon as the words left his mouth.

Grimmjow laughed. "If ya wanna call it that, sure, Strawberry. I'll see ya soon."

When Ichigo flipped the phone closed he pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger and sighed. Shinji, biting his tongue at the accusing words that wanted to burst forth from his mouth, brought his newly opened beer to his lips, drinking nearly half the can in one swallow.

"So, hot date?" He asked when he thought his voice would be steady.

"Tch. Hardly. More like a stupid business meeting."

At that Shinji frowned. "Business?"

Ichigo nodded and turned around, realizing that he was still clad only in his underwear. He scratched the back of his head and blushed a little.

"You think you could help me out. I gotta wear somethin' nice I guess."

Shinji set down his beer as it was making his tongue at this point far too loose.

"How nice?"

Nearly a half an hour later Ichigo was dressed in the best semi casual wear he owned; a camel colored blazer over a black dress shirt accented by a gold tie with black slacks and shoes. He looked at himself in the floor length mirror that was propped up against his living room wall and pursed his lips.

"Thanks." He had to admit that Shinji had made him look rather good.

Shinji shrugged and crossed his arms over his chest. "It would have been easier if you knew where you were going."

"Yeah well…."

His sentence stopped abruptly when a car horn was heard from outside. With a sigh he grabbed his wallet, keys and phone, shoving them in his pockets.

"If you plan on sticking around for a while, just lock the door when you leave. I'll call you tomorrow."

"Nah, don't worry about it. Enjoy that time with yer sisters tomorrow."

Ichigo smiled and waved as he opened the door and walked briskly down the stairs. Shinji made his way to the window and peaked outside. Grimmjow was standing next to a black BMW with an umbrella in one hand and an open passenger side door in his other, white blazer pushed up at the sleeves and purple dress shirt untucked. Ichigo stopped a few paces away and frowned at him.

"I thought you said to dress nice."

"Yeah, and don't you just cut a figure." Grimmjow laughed and took a step forward. "What's this, what's this?" He asked, tilting his head to one side as he gawked, grin nearly splitting his face, at the mark he had made on Ichigo's neck.

Ichigo turned his head away and blushed, unthinkingly showing the mark off more with the move. He hadn't noticed the damn thing until Shinji was forcing him into different shirts and he almost choked when he did. He wondered how many other people had noticed it at school that day without saying anything to him.

"Get in." Grimmjow commanded and Ichigo reluctantly stepped in.

As Grimmjow walked around the back side of the car he looked up at where Ichigo's apartment was and grinned before lifting his left hand and subsequently his middle finger. The half empty beer can was crushed in Shinji's hand as he realized Grimmjow knew he was there. He watched the car pull out of the small parking area and before he realized it the can was flying, striking the mirror.

"Fuck!"

Running his hand through his hair he pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed out a quick number.

"Yeah?" An irritated voice answered.

"It's Shinji. You two wanna get together later?"

As he waited for the laughter on the other end of the line to die out he began to clean up the glass.

"Yeah, sure. What'sa matter? Things bad with the berry-head again?"

"Just bring everything this time." Shinji snapped.

"Whoa, hey. Are you sure about that? You know once Yumi gets started he don't like ta stop."

Shinji sighed and dropped the glass in the garbage can. "Yeah, I know. That's exactly what I need right now."

As soon as they pulled up to the restaurant Grimmjow hopped out and tossed his keys at the valet. Ichigo's door was opened by another valet and he followed briskly behind Grimmjow into the building. He didn't even need to say anything to the Maitre d' as they walked in and were immediately shown to a private table. Ichigo was more than a little out of his element here and he looked around nervously as they were led to their table. Once seated he was handed a menu and upon looking at it he frowned.

"What the hell?" He mumbled as he tried to decipher the foreign words.

"It's French." Grimmjow grinned and chuckled quietly.

"Then how the hell am I supposed to know what to order?"

"Guess I'll just order for you then." Grimmjow gave an exaggerated sigh and plucked the menu from his hands.

As he turned to the waiter and rattled of strange words Ichigo scowled at the table. Dinner at a fancy French restaurant sure sounded like a date to him. What else was he supposed to think after being told to dress nicely before being whisked away like that? Grimmjow sure seemed to be in a good mood tonight and Ichigo wasn't sure if that would bode well for him or not.

"Don't worry, I didn't order escargot or anything." At the face Ichigo made he laughed. "It's a delicacy in France, ya know."

"I don't care, it's a bug and that's disgusting."

Grimmjow shook his head and reached for his glass of water. It would be a minute before the wine showed up.

"So why did you bring me here?" Ichigo asked, resisting the urge to lean back and cross his arms.

"Thought you might wanna get out and eat. I'm in a good mood today and I hate to eat alone." He leaned forward over the table and grinned lecherously at him. "Unless of course you wanna skip out and go straight back to my place."

"N-no. Dinner is fine."

They sat in silence until the food came, an awkward one for Ichigo although Grimmjow seemed to enjoy how uncomfortable he was. As soon as it was served he almost breathed a sigh of relief at how recognizable it was. Most of it anyway.

"Ah, look. About Friday and Saturday nights…." Ichigo started halfway through their meal.

Grimmjow cocked an eyebrow at him ad swallowed. "What about them?"

"That's the time I spend with my family so… ya know, I was hoping that maybe…."

"Basically yer asking for those nights off." He chortled. "So to speak."

"Yeah." Ichigo mumbled and looked at the table.

The silence this time seemed to drag on forever, Ichigo frowning at the table and Grimmjow regarding him with a thoughtful look. Their plates were taken away and dessert was served before either of them spoke.

"So if I agree to those terms, what's in it for me?" Grimmjow finally asked.

Ichigo looked up, confusion written all over his face. "What do you mean? Aren't I already doin' enough?"

"Well, I'm supposed to have you every night I want and yer askin' me to give at least two of those nights a week up. How are you gonna compensate for that?"

"But…." His took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes and taking a moment to compose himself. "What do you want?" It was a question he hadn't wanted to ask this man but at his point the felt it was the only way he might get is way.

Grimmjow shook his head and placed a finger on his chin. "Nah, I'll leave that up to you. It better be good too, or you can kiss family time good bye."

Shinji started a bit when there was a knock at his door and he rose to answer it somewhat reluctantly. Even though he had been the one to initiate this liaison he had gotten more and more agitated as he waited. When he opened the door he smiled up at the two men standing in front of him.

"Ikkaku, Yumi. Come on in."

He had decided that using his mother's house would be best since his place was so small and the walls were paper thin. Ikkaku lugged in a heavy bag after Yumi had stepped over the threshold. Yumi, dressed in a tight pair of blue jeans with a floral embroidery on one thigh and a tight black peasant shirt, looked around and smiled.

"Your mother's house is beautiful, Shinji. I never would have guessed that this kind of aesthetic value could come from anyone related to you."

Ikkaku dropped the bag on the floor and shut the door. "Are we diving right in to this or is there going to be a warm up period?" Never one to drag things out he went straight to business.

"I'm ready if you are." Shinji stated.

Yumi smiled and looked at his long time lover. "Ikkaku, use the leather ankle cuffs with the wrist cuffs. Strip him first of course."

Ikkaku reached into the bag and set to work, Shinji doing the job of divesting of his clothing for him. As the two sets of cuffs were clipped together, Shinji kneeling on the floor as Ikkaku attached his wrists to his ankles, Yumi pulled out a riding crop from the bag and lifted his chin with it. Looking down his perfect nose he smirked.

"Are you ready?" Shinji nodded and the smirk grew. "Good. Same safety word as last time but I swear, if you call out his name this time I'll gag that pretty little mouth of yours."

"Yes, Yumi." Shinji breathed, the thought of being gagged both exciting and frightening him.

Yumi cocked an eyebrow at him. "What?"

"Yes, Yumi-sama."

With a slow smile Yumi let the riding crop fall and set it to the side. "Good boy. Obsession is so ugly but I think I rather like you like this." He reached into the bag once more and produced an object that, had Shinji been standing would have made his knees weak. "Let the fun begin."

On the way back to his place Grimmjow couldn't keep his hands to himself. Even though he was the one driving one hand crept behind Ichigo's head at a stoplight and pulled him close for a heart stopping kiss, only to quickly pull away so he could shift and drive once again. He wouldn't admit it but being around the surly youth made him feel… good. Really good. It wasn't just the sex either, though that was amazing given the short time they had been seeing each other. He never would have guessed that this young man, basically virginal and supposedly straight, would have such prowess in the bedroom.

As they pulled into the underground parking lot and stepped out of the car Grimmjow led the way to the elevator and pushed the button. Unable to control himself any longer his fist smashed into the stop button and pushed Ichigo up against the side.

"Wh-what are you doing? We're in an elevator."

"So? You too scared to fool around in an elevator?" Grimmjow grinned into Ichigo's neck, licking the mark that had been driving him wild since he noticed it.

"There's a fucking camera in here!" Ichigo protested, trying to push him off and not succeeding in the least.

Grimmjow nipped his neck and he flinched. "Shut up or I'll fuckin' strip you here and now."

Gulping, Ichigo fisted his hands at his sides and screwed his eyes shut. Grimmjow laughed and pressed his body close to his, reaching one hand behind him to grope his ass. When that hot cleaver tongue licked the outer shell of his ear he shivered and bit his lip. He didn't want to give Grimmjow the satisfaction of hearing anything from him. At least for as long as he could. It didn't last long as Grimmjow ground his cock into Ichigo's.

"Ah…."

"Mmm, that's what I was waiting for."

With one last quick nip Grimmjow pulled away and hit the button to resume. As the elevator began to rise again Ichigo breathed a sigh of relief. It would have been very easy for Grimmjow to get the upper hand and he shuddered to think of what would happen if they got caught going at it in there. As soon as they were at his floor he pulled Ichigo along with him and down the hall. Barely taking the time to unlock the door he pushed it open and grabbed Ichigo by the collar of his shirt, dragging him inside and kicking the door shut. He pushed Ichigo against it and attacked his mouth without warning. Ichigo gasped and Grimmjow took the advantage to slip his tongue inside, groaning when Ichigo hesitated only a moment before moving his own. They kissed until Ichigo's head felt light and dizzy. He pulled away, gasping.

"H-hold on a minute. I can't breathe." He panted.

Grimmjow sucked his bottom lip between his teeth and bit down lightly. "I don't wanna. I've been wantin' to do this to you since I saw you before dinner."

He began to pull off Ichigo's blazer, letting it fall to the ground as his quick fingers pulled tiny buttons through tinier button holes. Ichigo had never been treated quite like this before and didn't know what to do. He wasn't sure if he should enjoy it or help him out. As if in answer to his thoughts Grimmjow yanked his shirt off and pinned Ichigo's hands above his head as his mouth lowered to his collar bone. As his teeth scraped across the skin Ichigo sucked in his breath and spoke.

"Do-don't leave any more marks."

"Mmm, and why should I listen to you?"

Ichigo sighed. "Because I want to dance again. I can't do that if I'm all marked up."

At the thought of Ichigo dancing Grimmjow groaned and pulled him to the bedroom. Not waiting to undress him Grimmjow pushed him on the bed and landed on top of him, immediately returning to his lips. Ichigo was overwhelmed, the heat and friction of his skin against the soft silk of Grimmjow's shirt was enough to have his pants uncomfortably tight. In no time Grimmjow's aggressive actions were being reciprocated, Ichigo tearing at his clothes in an attempt to touch him, feel him in any way he could. He trailed his lips, teeth scraping here and there, down the chest beneath him, stopping at the pert little nipples and nipping them. Ichigo arched his back and cried out softly at the attention, propping himself up on his elbows. Grimmjow continued to spread kisses on him, each one lower than the next until he was at the waist band of Ichigo's slacks. He ran his tongue under it and groaned when Ichigo shivered. After sinking his teeth into his hip he pulled away and tore off his shirt, looking down at the half naked young man.

He tackled the belt and zipper, tugging the pants off before returning to what he had been doing before. Ichigo felt like he was on fire, his skin already dewing in a slight sheen of sweat. Grimmjow ran his tongue from his hip to the bottom of his ribcage as his lava tipped fingers tugged at Ichigo's boxers, pulling them off and tossing them away. With a grin that rivaled any Ichigo had thus seen Grimmjow lowered himself and placed a kiss on the head of his weeping cock.

"Oh shit! Fffuh…."

Ichigo threw his head back as Grimmjow took him in centimeter by slow centimeter, his tongue curling and swirling around his engorged flesh. Hands fisted in the bed sheets the only thing Ichigo could do was try desperately not to cum too quickly. He hated to admit it but this was his first blow job and he wasn't about to ruin it by shooting his load in less than a minute. Grimmjow on the other hand had other ideas. He wanted him shuddering and pliant in his arms and did his best to get him to that point. Taking him all the way in and swallowing around him, pulling away enough to swirl his tongue around the head before moving down once again, it wasn't long before Ichigo was bucking his hips and moaning enthusiastically. With one long drawn out groan he came, his body shuddering violently. Grimmjow smirked, catching the thick liquid on his tongue and crawling up Ichigo's body. He sealed his lips and forced his tongue inside, making Ichigo swallow his own seed. True to other times they had been together Ichigo surprised him yet again by sucking his tongue into his mouth as they kissed, licking every last drop away.

Taking the time only to drop his pants and grab the bottle of lube next to his bed, Grimmjow slicked up his now throbbing cock and placed it at his entrance. Ichigo was so relaxed at this point that the resistance was barely there as he pushed in to the hilt. Not waiting for anything he lowered his mouth once more to cover his and began to move, his thrusts long and deep. Ichigo wrapped his legs around his hips and raised his own to meet the intoxicating thrusts. His fingers dove into the soft blue hair and his lips sought out his neck, licking and nipping the thick hard muscle there. The once soft sounds coming from the both of them were escalating, bouncing off the walls around them in a cacophony of passion. With one last eager thrust Grimmjow came, his body shuddering above the one below him. Ichigo's eyes slid closed and consciousness left him.

He wasn't sure how long he had slept but when he opened his eyes he was covered and still in bed. Grimmjow was leaning against the wall near his bedroom window, naked and smoking a cigarette.

"You shouldn't smoke."

Grimmjow snorted and turned o face him. "Why, ya worried about me?"

He rolled over and sighed, blinking his eyes to try and focus them. "No. Not really. But as a future doctor it sounded like something I should say."

Grimmjow laughed and flicked the cigarette out the window. "Go back to sleep."

Ichigo shook his head and sat up. "I have to get home. I have class in the morning."

"Don't worry about it. I'll get Shawlong to get you a change of clothes and I'll drop you off in the morning."

"What? No way! You can't do that."

Grimmjow grinned and sat on the edge of the bed. "And why not? Afraid someone might see me and get what's goin' on here?"

Ichigo blushed and scowled at the bed. "I just don't think it's a good idea, that's all. Beside, you don't have to go out of your way for someone like me."

The barking laughter that came from Grimmjow startled him. "I'm not going out of my way. I have business in that part of town tomorrow morning. So shut the hell up and go back to sleep."

Not waiting for him to respond Grimmjow stood up and reached for a thin robe, pulling it around him before leaving the room, shutting the door behind him. Unless Ichigo wanted to start any problems he knew he should just stay put. It helped that he was still exhausted and the bed was more than inviting. With a long sigh he curled up under the covers and closed his eyes, drifting off once more.

A/N: Okay, I have a question for everyone. Do you or do you not want me to explain what (in detail, hehe) is going on between Shinji, Yumi and Ikkaku? It's not necessary to the story, so I don't have to write it, but if enough of you ask for it I will. ALSO, has anyone else noticed that Grimmkitty hasn't bothered to call our little berry head by his real name yet? I just realized that yesterday, lol. So yeah, there ya go. Hope it was enjoyed :D:D