Chapter Eight

He had no idea what he had been previously dreaming of but it suddenly all went up in flames. Literally. Surrounded by the thick wall of fire, the smoke choking him, his body jerked once, then twice, before he sat bolt upright in bed and shouted, "Fire!"

Grimmjow looked over at him and shook his head. "Do you always wake up like that?"

Ichigo, still not fully aware that he was now awake, blinked at him a few times before he realized where the smoke was coming from. Glaring at the man reclined in his bed he yanked the cigarette out of his hand. "Don't do that in here! It's gross."

"I always smoke after a good fuck. Give that back." Though he made no move to actually retrieve it Ichigo couldn't help but pause at the commanding tone.

"No. It's stinking up my room."

"So?"

With a growl and a roll of his eyes Ichigo stood up and stalked to the bathroom, tossing the offending smelly stick in the toilet with a satisfying hiss. By the time he got back to his room Grimmjow was sitting in front of his now open window with the curtains wide, an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips.

"What are you doing? My neighbors will see you."

"Tch. It's eleven thirty at night, I doubt yer neighbors will see me. Like I'd care." He muttered under his breath.

"And it's cold, shut the window." Ichigo grumbled back.

"Yer sure getting' bossy. Just turn the heater on."

"My heater is broken. Shut the window. Please?" He added as an afterthought.

Grimmjow rolled his eyes and slid the window closed, standing and letting the sheet that had up until that point been covering him from the waist down fall. Ichigo blushed, not yet realizing that he too was still quite nude.

"I'm hungry. What do you have to eat in this shit hole?"

"Quit calling it a shit hole. And put some pants on!"

Grimmjow grinned over his shoulder and let his eyes rake over Ichigo's body. "I will when you do."

Laughing at the flustered look on his face he strutted to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, grumbling at the lack of food. He grabbed an orange off the counter and started to peel it as Ichigo, freshly covered in a pair of skimpy black underwear, came up behind him. For the first time he noticed the large stylized "six" tattooed on Grimmjow's lower back. Grimmjow noticed his staring and chuckled.

"Nice ain't it?" He teased, wiggling his bare ass a bit.

Ichigo blushed again, hating that it was so easy to get that reaction out of him. "That tattoo…."

"Ah, that." He nodded, failing to elaborate.

Ichigo wanted badly to ask what if anything it meant but the situation was starting to get to him. The events at Shinji's house where beginning to flood his memory, every detail of what had happened. He couldn't believe he had hit him. The last time Shinji had done that the both of them had ended up with broken arms and countless bruises. But all that aside he couldn't believe what had almost slipped out of his mouth. He blushed and shifted his weight as he remembered clearly wanting to say, "Besides, it's not like I haven't been enjoying most of it." At the thought of what exactly he had been enjoying he groaned quietly and turned away, forcing his mind to something, anything else.

"So, does that mean anything?"

Grimmjow popped the last of the orange in his mouth, raising his eyebrows at the length of the boy's silence and shrugged.

"Youthful indiscretion?"

Ichigo rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Don't tell me then. I was just trying to make conversation, anyway."

It bothered him that Grimmjow seemed to know so much about him but he hardly knew anything other that he supposedly ran a rather lucrative money lending firm.

"Let me smoke and I'll tell ya." Grimmjow offered, mainly because he wanted a smoke.

Ichigo sighed and slumped his shoulders. He really did want to know something. "Out the window."

With a wide grin, something that Ichigo was becoming more and more accustomed to, he walked to the front window and propped it open, letting the cold air from outside seep in. Ichigo shivered and watched Grimmjow light the cigarette, wondering where the hell he had pulled the lighter from.

"It stands for district six. All the members had to get it once they where fully initiated."

"You were in a gang?"

Grimmjow laughed. "That really surprises you?" He shook his head. "When yer living on the streets gangs become like family I guess." He frowned at the cigarette and leaned against the wall.

"So that's it?" Ichigo pressed, hoping for at least a little more.

With a snort Grimmjow turned from the window and looked at him. "You only asked about the tattoo, Strawberry. You didn't ask for my life story."

Ichigo crossed his arms and scowled as Grimmjow laughed at the look on his face.

"C'mere."

"No, it's cold over there."

"That's why I said c'mere. Warm me up while I finish this. Maybe I'll make it worth yer while."

Hating that it was so easy, he walked the short distance to where Grimmjow was standing. Grimmjow grinned and hooked a finger in the front of the tiny pair of underwear Ichigo was wearing, pulling him closer.

"Ain't this chick underwear?"

"No. Their called briefs."

"Whatever, looks like panties to me." When Ichigo tried to pull away Grimmjow grabbed him by the hip and pulled him close. "I thought I told you to keep me warm." He muttered in a low voice. Ichigo shivered but it had nothing to do with the cold air.

They stood there while Grimmjow finished his cigarette, flicking it out the screenless window and pulling Ichigo close in a tight embrace. It confused him, the urge to hold the young man, but he was cold so it didn't matter. Ichigo, though slightly uncomfortable by the action, leaned into him and sighed. There was no way he would admit that it felt nice to be held like that in those strong arms.

"So…."

"So what? What's with the twenty questions? What're you my girlfriend? You trying to tell me ya like me?"

"I didn't say that!" Ichigo scowled at him, almost pointing out that he had just asked more questions than he had, but it only made his grin grow.

"I said I'd make it worth yer while but I didn't say how."

Ichigo pulled back as much as he was allowed, which wasn't much because Grimmjow was quiet enjoying the warmth.

"But…."

He was instantly silenced when one of Grimmjow's hands cupped his cheek and pulled him close for a kiss. It was different than any of the others they had shared up until that point, the slow slide of soft lips over his that was neither demanding nor increasing in pressure. Ichigo resisted at first, keeping as much distance between their bodies as he could. It wasn't long before he was leaning back into him, pressing their now warm chests together, his lips insisting more; his tongue peaking out to flick at the mouth in front of him. Grimmjow smirked a little as he let Ichigo initiate a deeper, needier kiss, his tongue drawing his out and into his mouth. Ichigo moaned when he titled his head and tightened his grip on those slim hips. When he felt Ichigo's growing arousal he pulled back and smiled.

"Thanks, I'm all warm now." Pushing Ichigo out of his grip he closed the window and retreated to the bedroom to get his clothes.

Ichigo blinked after him, dumbfounded that he had just been left high and dry.

"What the hell?" He asked under his breath before following him. "What are you doing?"

"Going home. I can't have you screamin' out somethin' stupid in the morning and ruinin' my day."

"But…."

"What's 'a matter, Strawberry? Ya gonna miss me."

"No!"

Grimmjow laughed as he slipped his boxers on. "I see, you want more, dontcha?" When Ichigo blushed and crossed his arms over his chest he grinned and continued to get dressed.

"You'll have to wait till tomorrow. I have an early meeting so I need to get some sleep." Grimmjow tucked his shirt in and zipped up his pants.

"But…." Suddenly Ichigo found himself pressed into the wall, an eager set of lips engaging his mouth in a far more delicious activity. He hadn't even seen the man move.

The kiss was doing nothing to alleviate the pressure in his middle but when the warm hand snuck between cloth and skin his breath hitched and he pulled his mouth away.

"Wha'…?"

Not letting him get anything else out, Grimmjow kissed him again, his tongue exploring every inch of his mouth as his hand worked the now hard length in Ichigo's underwear. As the hand moved up and down his shaft, his thumb circling over the slit in the head, Ichigo's breath came in gasps and his head fell back, letting Grimmjow attack his neck with his teeth. It seemed as if seconds had passed when Ichigo let out a strangled groan and came, his knees going to jelly and his eyes barely staying open. Grimmjow kissed him one last time and led him to the bed to sit.

"You might wanna change those before you pass out." Grabbing a clean shirt from the floor to wipe his hand on he tossed it in the corner. "Oh, and I'll expect that treat you'll have for me to make up for those missing days tomorrow."

"Wha… oh. Uh, I'm gonna need a couple days to prepare for that."

Grimmjow cocked an eyebrow at him. "Oh really."

Ichigo smiled, his orgasm clouding his brain and loosening his tongue. "Yeah, I have to get a few things and then practice."

Grimmjow let a slow grin encompass his face before straightening and grabbing his wallet off the night stand.

"Alright then. I'll still see you later tomorrow."

Ichigo yawned. "Yeah."

With a laugh Grimmjow left, locking the door behind him. Ichigo knew he was supposed to do something but the mattress felt too good. Snuggling under the covers he closed his eyes and passed out.

As he was getting ready to leave his apartment the next morning there was a knock on his door. Frowning he answered it.

"I'm here to fix the heater." A short man in coveralls said with a smile too bright for the gloomy day.

"Oh, okay." Ichigo let him in, thinking that his landlady had finally decided to do something about it, and returned to his bathroom to brush his teeth.

He was ready to leave before the man was finished and eyed him carefully. "I have to go. Could you, ah, just lock the door when you're finished?"

"No prob boss." The man saluted and Ichigo shook his head. He had never been called boss before.

School went by quickly, the announcement to midterm tests scaring him just a little but he figured it was about that time and he should be more than ready for it. As soon as his last class was finished he checked his phone for any missed calls. He had been expecting to hear from Z about the club by now but he hadn't missed any calls while in class. With a frown he rounded the corner of the high cement walls that surrounded the building and stopped dead. Shinji was leaning up against the wall, apparently waiting for him. They stared at each other for a moment before Shinji stuck his hands in his pockets and approached, his head down and a hood pulled tightly over it. He stopped a few paces from Ichigo and looked up bashfully.

"Hey."

"Hey."

Shinji chewed his lip for a moment before sighing. "Look, I'm sorry about last night. About everything."

Ichigo nodded, not feeling he had anything to apologize for. It had been a while since things were this awkward between them. Rolling his eyes he started to walk, passing Shinji a full five steps before looking over his shoulder.

"You comin' with me? Or do you wanna stand in this weather all day long?"

Shinji gave him a half smile and jumped into place beside him. They walked most of the way to Ichigo's apartment in silence, neither one really knowing where to start the conversation, each lost in his own thoughts.

"Have you heard from Z yet?" Ichigo finally asked.

"Oh, yeah. Guess the problem is still there or whatever. He said give it another day or so. I called to bug him too early and he was kinda pissed so…."

Ichigo laughed. "Cool, you can help me study then."

When Shinji groaned they both chuckled and walked the rest of the way in companionable conversation, Ichigo telling Shinji about his weekend with his sisters. Once inside the apartment Ichigo sighed and shrugged out of his coat, the room was too warm to have it remain on.

"Whoa, did ya get the heater fixed finally?" Shinji asked, peeling himself out of his own coat.

"Yeah, I guess my landlady finally broke down and called the guy. He showed up before I left for school."

For the next three hours Ichigo forced Shinji to go over some vocabulary and flash cards he had made. When Shinji complained of a headache they stopped and ordered some food. After the pizza arrived Ichigo broached a subject he hadn't really wanted to bring up to anyone but knew that Shinji was about the only other person who could help him.

"Hey, um, I was wondering if you could help me with something else."

"What's that?"

"Well, ya see, I got this… thing I have to do that I've never really done before."

Shinji rolled his eyes and told Ichigo he was going to have to be a little less vague than that. As Ichigo told him his plan a slight frown crossed his features but he didn't say anything. He knew what this idea was for, or rather who it was for, and he didn't like it but he wasn't about to start another argument about it. He was however going to say at least something.

"Ichi, about this dude. Are ya sure that he's a good guy?"

Ichigo shrugged. "Probably not. But…." He stopped, trying to find the right words.

"Do ya like him?" Shinji blurted out, not sure if he wanted to hear the answer.

"I… I don't know if you'd call it 'like' …." When Shinji made a face he sighed. "I don't know. It's all… weird." He added, waving his hand ineffectually in the air.

They fell into silence once more, Ichigo thinking about the conversation with Grimmjow the night before when he had jokingly asked the same question. At least he thought it was jokingly. Either way, he really didn't know what his feelings were at this point. With a sigh Shinji stood and grabbed his jacket.

"Well, there's a store in Nicho that has some things you might be interested in. Let's go before it gets too late."

"Yeah."

Ichigo jumped up and followed Shinji to the store he had in mind, asking questions the whole way. Now that he had said something he couldn't stop himself. He had no idea what he was doing and even though he knew it was bothering Shinji to talk about it he had to ask.

"If ya wanna know so bad, why dontcha call Yumi. He could give you a quick tutorial if you ask right."

"Nah, I think he's a little mad about this weekend. He was pretty pissed when he called me."

Shinji had the grace to blush at that as they walked into the adult store. It was Ichigo's turn to blush, though he really shouldn't have with all the things he had seen at the club. Walking straight over to the restraints Shinji pulled a pair of leather handcuffs off the wall.

"These are good, and they don't hurt if ya pull at them hard. No marks either."

"I don't even wanna know how you know that."

Shinji gave him a wry smile. "We all have our secrets, don't we?"

After an hour of shopping and chatting it up with the proprietor they headed back to Ichigo's place, bag of goodies in one hand and beer in the other. Half way there Ichigo's phone rang.

"Yo, Strawberry. I hear ya have no work tonight."

"Yeah." Ichigo said, wondering how he always knew things like that. "I was planning on studying for a while though."

"Aw, too bad. I'll be by to pick you up in a bit."

Before Ichigo could say anything Grimmjow hung up and he sighed, flipping his phone closed and returning it to his pocket.

"Yer… dude?"

At the title Ichigo gave a small laugh and nodded. "He's coming over to pick me up in a bit, so if ya want I could walk you home."

"Nah. Maybe I should meet him."

"No way. That… that would just… you….."

"Ya don't want me ta meet the guy yer fuckin' but you'll make me take ya shopping fer him?"

Ichigo sighed. This was not going to go well.

"I still can't believe yer fuckin' a guy. That's really unlike ya."

"Yeah, 'cause I was out fuckin' all kinds of girls, huh?" Ichigo shot back with a thick sarcastic tone, making Shinji laugh.

Since Ichigo had no idea how long he had he tossed a beer to Shinji and popped open one of his own, downing half of it before Shinji had even taken a sip. He wasn't looking forward at all to what could possibly happen if the two of them met. Shinji was mouthy enough to get hit and Grimmjow would be more than happy to be the one that hit him. Glancing at the clock he was surprised to see that it was almost eight. His surprise turned to dread when there was a knock at his door. Shinji jumped up, knocking Ichigo out of the way so that he could be the one to answer it. Grimmjow didn't look the least bit surprised by Shinji presence but Shinji was a little taken aback. The only other time he had been that close to the man it had been in a dark alley. The lighting just didn't do him justice.

"So yer the kid that's been upsetting' my Strawberry."

Shinji smirked and cocked a hip. "So yer the asshole that's been forcin' my best friend to fuck fer money."

Ichigo held his breath as Grimmjow grinned. "That's me."

"Shit Shinji, not that loud. The whole neighborhood will hear you."

Grimmjow stepped inside and shut the door, smirking at Shinji the whole time. The silence stretched on making Ichigo nervous.

"So this isn't weird or anything." He grumbled. "Are we leaving?"

He wasn't exactly in a hurry to leave but sitting in the small living room with two individuals that under different circumstances would have probably been at each others throats made him eager for a change of scenery. Grimmjow smirked and nodded.

"Yeah, let's get goin'."

Shinji stood, reaching for his coat as he did so and watched the two others as they moved around. Ichigo seemed far more comfortable with this man than he should have been in his opinion. As they exited the apartment Ichigo turned to Shinji and bit his lip.

"Uh, do you think you could help me talk to Yumi tomorrow? I don't know what I'm asking for really."

Shinji rolled his eyes but nodded, pulling his hood up over his head. "Yeah. I'll meet you after class then."

They parted ways, Ichigo and Grimmjow going to the car and Shinji taking off down the street. He turned back briefly and watched their interaction, Grimmjow laughing and Ichigo sliding into the car. Maybe there was more to their "relationship" than Ichigo thought.

Talking Yumi into anything that he didn't want to do was about as hard as cutting ice with a fork. Ichigo and Shinji called the slim man out, finally offering to buy him lunch so that he would even consider meeting with them. Ichigo didn't waste time in getting to the main reason for them bring him there. He flat out refused at first, saying that there was no way he could ever teach Ichigo anything that complicated in one day.

"I don't really need anything more than a tutorial. Like, maybe I could just watch you do one and, I dunno, take notes?"

Yumi frowned. "You sound so much like a university student." At the look on Ichigo's face he sighed. "What's in it for me?"

"Well, I was thinking maybe I could pay for your next manicure appointment or something."

Yumi laughed. "Do you have any idea how much those cost?" When Ichigo stared at him blankly he smiled. "Alright. Fine. I'll give you a tutorial as you say, but only one. And it will cost you ten thousand yen."

Shinji's eyes bugged out when he heard that. "Where the fuck do ya go fer that price?"

"The best." Yumi said in a haughty tone.

"It's fine, Shin. Thanks Yumi. Can we do it tonight?"

After watching Yumi's performance Ichigo was less sure of himself than he had been before hand. Could he really do this? Well, there was no going back now, he thought as he rode the elevator up to Grimmjow's condo, bag slung over his shoulder. He was happy to be riding it alone that night so he could gather his nerves a bit before he saw Grimmjow. Even though he had downed two beers before he left this apartment his nerves where still getting to him. Still unsure of how exactly he was going to proceed he took a deep breath and knocked on the door. Grimmjow yelled out an order to enter and Ichigo did, closing the door behind him and looking around the room for him. Grimmjow was near the window, apparently on the phone and not one bit pleased.

"Yes, I know that but that doesn't mean that things will go the way that they're supposed to." He paused for a moment and ran his free hand through his hair. "Because we have a bunch of idiots working for us… Well I'm not the one who hired these assholes! You said to give them a chance and that's what I did. And they totally fucked things… I don't give a shit. If you'd let me do as I please with the business you put in my hands… I realize that but I don't like being dicked around like that… Fine… Fine. Then I'll start seeking others to fill their spots immediately. No… No, it's just… yes, I apologize but… yeah. Tomorrow. I got it." Without saying goodbye he hung up his phone and barely resisted the urge to throw it through the large window he was now facing.

With a deep gusty breath he turned to Ichigo and frowned. "What's with the bag?" He asked, his anger clearly not dissipated.

"I just brought some things."

Acting with far more confidence than he was actually experiencing he walked to Grimmjow, dropping the bag a few steps away from them and reached up, his hands running through that thick blue hair, and pulled him in to a deep fierce kiss. Grimmjow reacted immediately, gripping tightly at Ichigo's hips and bringing him as close as he could. Pulling away for a breath Ichigo figured now was as good a time as any to start his plan.

"Do you have a sturdy chair?" He asked coyly.

Grimmjow grinned. "Ya wanna fuck in a chair?"

Ichigo didn't answer with words, only letting a shy grin grace his blushing face. The look brought a chuckle from the larger man who immediately located a wooden chair and brought it to the middle of the room without being asked. Thinking that they were going to start fooling around he started to undo his shirt but was stopped when Ichigo placed his hand over his and shook his head.

"Not yet."

With the hand he had used to stop Grimmjow from undressing he pushed him down into the chair and straddled him. His lips brushed over his neck, tongue barely touching the skin as he reached behind the chair and gripped Grimmjow's wrists. He thought nothing of it until he felt the cool metal locking those wrists in place. When Ichigo pulled back from him he was frowning.

"What the hell?"

"You're not allowed to use your hands." Ichigo replied before hopping off his lap to set a few items up.

Pissed but intrigued Grimmjow held his tongue. Ichigo grabbed his iPod from his bag, along with the speaker dock and set it on the bar, plugging it in and turning it to idle on the song he was planning on using. With a deep breath he returned to the bag and pulled out the last item he was planning on using. His mask. He turned to Grimmjow who was now staring at him wide eyed and gave him a lopsided smile as he pulled it on. Happy that the lights were already dimmed he pressed the play button and began to move. As with every other time he had worn the mask his confidence level rose and another side of him surfaced that he was otherwise unable to facilitate without it. Standing a mere three feet from the now grinning Grimmjow he ran his hands over his body as he hips moved, slow circular motions in time with the seductive music. Inch by inch he pulled at his shirt, teasing bits of skin showing and then hiding only to be shown once again, before he finally pulled it over his head.

Grimmjow's gaze raked over his body, running over every curve and dip; every valley and hard edge. Slowly Ichigo approached and edged a knee between Grimmjow's legs, dipping low before rising slowly. His hands ran over the tops of Grimmjow's thighs, up his chest and over his shoulders, finally threading through his thick hair. Undulating his hips, Ichigo began to straddle him, his crotch centimeters from his as he moved. Leaning forward his lips ghosted over Grimmjow's only to pull back completely to stand in front of him once more. Long fingers reached for the button of his pants as the song changed, this one equally slow but somehow more heated and fitting to the mood. With the button undone and the zipper part way down, Ichigo ran one finger in the waist of the thong he was wearing, a pale gold one with tiny pink strawberries splattered all over it, while his other hand slid up his chest to toy with his own nipples. Grimmjow's breath caught in his throat when Ichigo's tongue darted out to lick his upper lip. His hands continued to travel up, sliding up his neck and jaw, a single finger running lightly across his lower lip before slowly disappearing inside his mouth. Grimmjow groaned and with a twitch of well practiced hips, Ichigo's pants fell to the ground and he stepped out of them.

One hand still playing at the waistband of his thong, the other sliding in and out of his sweet wet mouth he returned to Grimmjow, once again straddling his hips. This time, not bothering to keep any distance between them, he ground their erections together, as he was more than aroused by watching the faces Grimmjow was making in reaction to what he was doing. Grimmjow was practically panting as Ichigo fisted one hand in his hair and pulled his head back, licking him from collarbone to ear in one slow motion, blowing lightly on the now wet skin. Grimmjow pulled at the cuffs and growled.

"Let me go."

Ichigo pulled back and shook his head, licking his lips as he did so.

"Suck my dick." Grimmjow almost pleaded.

Again Ichigo shook his head. "I don't think you're in any position to give demands right now."

Grimmjow pulled at the cuffs again and gave another growl of frustration.

"Fuckin' do it!"

Ichigo smirked and leaned forward, his lips barely touching Grimmjow's ear before whispering in a husky voice, "Ask me nicely and I might."

Not able to hold back the pathetic moan Grimmjow replied, "I'm gonna kill you."

Ichigo had the balls to chuckle at that. "That's not very nice. And here I was giving you my very first private show."

Knowing that would get to him as Grimmjow had alluded before to being more than pleased at being Ichigo's first in many other areas, he wasn't surprised when he bit his lip and whined.

"Please. Please let me go. I wanna touch you."

It was the quietest Ichigo had ever heard his voice but for some reason it went straight to his cock. Leaning over him and reaching behind the back of the chair, he pressed the easy release on the cuffs and was surprised that he wasn't immediately thrown to the floor. Instead Grimmjow's hands cupped his face and pulled him close for a deep and breathtaking kiss.

"Suck it." He demanded as soon as he pulled away for air.

Ichigo started to take off his mask but was stopped by Grimmjow's hand.

"Leave it."

Taking his time to undo his pants he didn't bother to pulled them down, only barely managing to pull him out of his boxers before his lips descended on the turgid length. His tongue curled around his shaft, licking every available inch before taking him almost all the way in his mouth, sucking hard as his head began to bob up and down.

"Prepare yerself. Like you did that one time."

At the gruff command Ichigo pulled away only long enough to answer. "No lube."

"Fuck." Grimmjow cursed, rising from the chair only to push Ichigo down to the floor and rip of his thong.

As soon as the cloth was gone, his mouth was on him, sucking him hard, if not harder than Ichigo had been doing to him. At the sudden attention Ichigo almost came, mumbling feebly that it was too much. Grimmjow stood, pulling Ichigo with him and dragged him to the bedroom, tearing off clothing as he did so and pushing him down on the bed, taking only seconds to grab the lube from his nightstand before joining him. Pouring a generous amount on one hand he placed it between Ichigo's legs and inserted one finger slowly, returning his mouth to his cock as he began to prepare Ichigo for him. Ichigo felt like he was going to burn up, his entire body on fire with every stroke of Grimmjow's fingers, now three, and every flick of his tongue. He felt his cock pulse, signaling his impending release and Grimmjow pulled away, replacing his fingers with his weeping cock. As soon as he was at the entrance and pushing his way in the both of them closed their eyes and groaned, Ichigo arching his back and Grimmjow gritting his teeth.

Grimmjow moved slowly, not only wanting to take his time, but knowing that if he went any faster it would all be over far too soon. As soon as Ichigo came, his body tensing and his voice filling the room, Grimmjow picked up speed, only vaguely aware that he was able to hold himself back as that tight cavity milked his cock. He leaned forward and captured Ichigo's lips, their tongues dancing slowly and deeply before Grimmjow pulled back and groaned out his release, the other's name tumbling from his lips without either of them really registering it.

"Ich-ichi… gooo."

Out of breath and strength, Grimmjow collapsed on top of Ichigo and kissed him one last time before the both of them passed out.

A/N I REALLY hope you guys like this one. I spent forever trying to figure out how to write that last part and I hope it sounds good. So yeah, I was surprised that this one was only about one and half pages shy of twenty pages long! My longest chapter ever. *wipes sweat from brow* Crazyness. And thank you again for all the reviews!! SBB is the first of my stories to hit the triple digits :D:D *Penny is a happy girl* Have a Happy and safe Halloween everyone!!