Chapter Fifteen
Ichigo was pouting and he felt he had a very good reason this time. He looked across the seat at Nnoitra lounging with his headphones in and eyes closed and wished that he would go away. Last night had been fun and all but after that morning he wasn't too sure he liked the guy.
Ichigo had woken when Grimmjow's teeth scrapped across his collar bone and his hot wet tongue made its way down to his nipple. Not thinking about it, he reached down and pulled Grimmjow away from his chest and up to his mouth. Before either of them knew it, Grimmjow was grinding and pressing against a very aroused Ichigo, the both of them nearing release, when Nnoitra pounded on the door.
"Oi! Hurry the fuck up, we're gonna miss the train assholes."
It would have ruined everything had Ichigo not cum, and rather forcefully, at that moment, much to Grimmjow's amusement. Ichigo flushed at the intrusion but momentarily forgot everything when Grimmjow bit into his shoulder and came on his belly with a low, deep grunt.
"Morning Strawberry." Grimmjow nuzzled Ichigo's ear playfully.
Embarrassed now that he realized they had been heard, again, Ichigo blushed and pushed Grimmjow off him. "Fuck you." He muttered half heartedly.
Grimmjow laughed and stood up, grabbing the towel Ichigo had used the night before to wipe off the majority of the mess before throwing it at him and pulling the sheet off the bed. Ichigo sat up and grimaced at the pain that lanced through his back. Trying to ignore it, thinking it was just from the fight the night before, he cleaned himself off and reached for his underwear. When Grimmjow opened the door Nnoitra was sitting on the arm of the couch picking at a loose thread, his face an unconcealed mask of impatience. Grimmjow started directly to the bathroom, Ichigo right behind him, when Nnoitra started laughing.
"Fuck Grimm, yer bitch is limping. Good job."
"I'm not limping asshole." Ichigo defended heatedly.
"'Fuck you aren't." Nnoitra switched his gaze to his old friend and twitched an uncovered eyebrow. "Nice." He said with a huge grin.
Ichigo blushed and stomped to the bathroom as best he could with the pain radiating from his backside. Now that Nnoitra had pointed it out he realized that there was no way this pain was from the fight. He just hadn't realized his taunt to Grimmjow the night before had been reciprocated so… forcefully.
The whole way to the station Nnoitra was cracking jokes and making snide, crude comments loud enough for Ichigo, who was walking far ahead of both Grimmjow and Nnoitra, to hear loud and clear. It didn't help any that Grimmjow seemed to think it was just as funny as Nnoitra did adding at one point that Ichigo's ass sure looked good clenched in pain. Sitting in the seat on the train was no picnic either and Ichigo soon found that no matter how soft and plush the cushion was his ass hurt too much to sit still for more than a few minutes.
"Would you quit wiggling around like that, it's annoying as fuck?" Grimmjow snapped after fifteen minutes of near constant movement.
"It's your stupid fault." Ichigo grumbled and looked out the window, his face bright red once again. He was getting so tired of blushing.
When the phone in his back pocket vibrated he jumped and then winced, leaning to the side as quickly as he could and pulling it free.
"Oh good yer safe." Shinji sighed out his relief in a huff.
"That's debatable." Ichigo muttered, glaring at Grimmjow.
"So ya haven't heard I take it." Shinji continued.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Ichi, half yer apartment buildin' blew up and burnt down last night."
"What?!" Ichigo sat up straight in his seat and grabbed the attention of both Grimmjow and Nnoitra.
"Yeah, since no one was supposed ta be there no one got hurt, but I don't know which side it was so I can't tell ya if yer apartment got hit or not."
"What happened?"
"The news said it was some kinda explosion so I'm guessin' it had somethin' ta do with the gas leak."
"Fuck." Ichigo breathed, dumbfounded at the news that had yet to completely sink in.
"Didja have anythin' important in yer apartment?" Shinji asked.
"Just everything I own."
That hadn't been quite what Shinji had meant but he felt bad enough not to point that out. "I'm sorry Ichi."
"Yeah." Ichigo breathed, still unable to process what had happened.
"Call me when ya get back, alright?"
Ichigo nodded. "Yeah. See ya."
He hung up the phone and stared at the back of the seat in front of him. His apartment complex was gone? Exploded? He really wished Shinji would have at least confirmed which part was still there. Now he was going to spend the rest of the ride worrying over it.
"What's up?" Grimmjow asked in a quiet voice, not liking the lost puppy look in Ichigo's eyes.
"My apartment complex blew up." Ichigo answered in a monotone.
Grimmjow sent a look at Nnoitra before turning back to Ichigo. "Blew up?" When Ichigo nodded Grimmjow frowned at the floor. "Hmm. That sucks."
Ichigo snorted. "Yeah, just a little."
It wasn't long before he received his first text message from Shinji.
Must be easier to talk this way with him there, ne?
Ichigo smirked at the screen and wrote out a quick reply in the affirmative.
What station are ya gettin off at? I can meet ya.
Ichigo typed in the name of the station.
See ya there!
Ichigo would have groaned if he hadn't still been reeling from the news about his apartment. As it was he leaned his head against the window and tried not to think about anything; not the apartment and certainly not Shinji and Grimmjow meeting again. Ichigo stared out the window the rest of the ride to Tokyo, ignoring any attempts at conversation. Grimmjow seemed just as moody and eager to get back to town as Ichigo did, sure that the explosion had something to do with what was going on with him. Nnoitra on the other hand was sound asleep with his headphones in, his mouth open and every now and again a small whine would issue from it. No one paid him any attention though, so lost were they in their own thoughts. Ichigo didn't even notice that the train was slowing down until it came to a lurching halt. He rose mechanically, grabbed what little things he had and followed Grimmjow off the train.
Shinji was waiting for them outside the station, leaning up against a wall and enjoying what little bit of sunshine they were having that day. When he noticed Ichigo he let out a whooping laugh and approached.
"The fuck'er ya wearin'?" He asked with a smile, ignoring the two men behind Ichigo.
"What?" Ichigo looked down at himself and saw nothing wrong with his outfit.
"Yer stupid obsession with purple that's what. Who's the fag here again?" Shinji hooked a finger in one of the front belt loops on the dark purple jeans and pulled playfully.
"Shut up." Ichigo grumbled and batted his hand away.
Shinji chanced a look behind him then at the two men, noticing for the first time the very tall, very thin man next to Grimmjow. Nnoitra was grinning widely at him and for some reason it both unnerved and excited him. He looked away to glare briefly at Grimmjow before he returned his attention back to Ichigo.
"Z wants you to do two sets a night all week since you've been missin' so much time, so we gotta get if we're gonna have the front cleaned and ready before the flood gates open."
"Yeah, yeah." Ichigo looked over his shoulder at Grimmjow and noticed his steady glare aimed at Shinji. "Uh, I gotta go." He awkwardly shuffled his feet, not sure if he should say anything else. He wanted to say thank you for the weekend, but the thought of saying that out loud, let alone in front of Shinji and Nnoitra, made him blush.
Shinji noticed his blush and rolled his eyes. Reaching out he pulled Ichigo's arm and started to walk away with him in tow. Ichigo spared one glance over his shoulder before pushing Shinji off him. Grimmjow watched the two of them bicker as they walked away, Ichigo grabbing the golf cap from Shinji's head and Shinji trying desperately to get it back before poking Ichigo in the ribs. Grimmjow heard the loud "Ow!" as Ichigo dropped his arms and Shinji reclaimed his hat, dancing around his friend in triumph. Nnoitra, nearly forgotten by his side, elbowed him.
"Yer just gonna let him fuckin' go?"
Grimmjow sighed. "He's gotta work." He stated in a mocking tone.
"'The fuck's he do?" Nnoitra asked as they made their way to the car.
Grimmjow shot him a grin over his shoulder, absurdly proud of what he was about to say.
"He's a stripper."
Ichigo and Shinji, as usual, were the first ones to arrive at the club and set to work immediately. When Z walked past them he grunted as a form of hello before retreating to his office and shutting his door. Shinji smiled and leaned close to Ichigo.
"His daughter is sick and keepin' him up all night so I wouldn't try ta piss him off if I were ya."
Ichigo scoffed. "When do I ever try and piss him off?"
"He ain't happy with how much time ya've been takin' off, even if it is for a good reason. Just be a good boy and dance yer cute little ass off fer him and he should be okay." Shinji stopped cleaning all together and sighed. "Plus, that one guy, Izuru, quit the other day. Called this place a dive and took off after one set. Shuuhei filled in fer him, but Z was pissed enough to leave behind a huge hole in the wall of his office."
Ichigo nodded his head in understanding. He had only ever once seen Z upset over something, something having to do with his pride in his club, but he was glad to have been absent this time. Z was a scary enough guy when he was happy.
By the time they were done with the front of the club they headed to the back to start getting ready. Shinji had a new bag of thongs to show off and picked out his favorite pair for Ichigo, a soft glittery purple color. Ichigo cocked an eyebrow at his friend.
"I thought you hated this color on me."
Shinji smiled winningly. "I do, but I have ta grudgingly admit it looks kinda good on ya. Plus okaachan made these especially for ya." He wiggled them in the air and grinned.
"Oh." Ichigo smiled, not really sure what to think of that.
By the time Ichigo was dressed and fixing his hair in the mirror the three other performers that danced on weekdays showed up; Yumi, Shuuhei, and a man whose name Ichigo never remembered who catered to the men in the crowd who had Lolita complexes. He was short and thin with just below chin length black hair and looked no older than his sisters, though Ichigo had heard when he started working there that he was nearly thirty. Shinji smiled at Shuuhei and wandered over to him as Ichigo chuckled. He would never understand the kind of men Shinji was attracted to.
The night went by slowly for Ichigo, his first set done and out of the way he sat back to watch the others perform. Yumi, ever lithe and sexy in his black satin thong, moved like a proud peacock across the stage, very aware that he was beautiful and taking full advantage of it. He finally got to see Shuuhei perform and though he was a bit rough around the edges Ichigo knew that with time he would improve. Shinji was standing next to him while he watched and sighed like a boy with a school yard crush.
"He's so cute."
"So you're going for him?" Ichigo asked with a crocked smile.
Shinji shot him a small smile over his shoulder. "Still haven't decided. I might just play with both of them since it's been so fun so far." He giggled and lowered his voice even though he didn't need to. "It's fun pitting them against each other."
"Baka." Ichigo shook his head. Shinji loved to play with fire, he just hoped he wouldn't get burned.
"Oh no." Shinji groaned suddenly and hit Ichigo in the arm.
"What?" He asked, irritated at being hit.
"Look who's here."
Shinji pointed to the bar and Ichigo's eyes widened at what he saw. Grimmjow and Nnoitra were leaning back, drinks in hand and seemed to be enjoying the show. Nnoitra laughed at something Grimmjow said and Grimmjow shook his head, a grin firmly in place. Ichigo groaned and slumped his shoulders. The last time Grimmjow had come to the club he had been forced to give him a blow job in the alley and the fact that that thought made his cock twitch irritated him.
"Who's that guy with him?" Shinji asked, blatantly frowning at Nnoitra.
"Nnoitra. I think he's an old friend, but I have no idea why he's here. We ran into him in Osaka and for some reason he came back with us." Ichigo frowned and wondered why he hadn't even thought to ask anything about it.
"He's kinda creepy. I mean, look at that smile. It screams, I'm gonna kill you."
Ichigo turned to Shinji and grinned. "Yer one to talk. I think your smile's just about as big as his."
"The fuck it is!"
Ichigo laughed as the Shuuhei exited the stage and Shinji's name was announced. Shinji elbowed him in the ribs before flitting off and standing behind the curtain. With one deep breath and a quick adjustment of his bow tie the music started and he slowly emerged. His fancy black tuxedo reflected the light and played off his pale skin delightfully, the starched white dress shirt contrasted the outfit just right. The slow tune allowed Shinji to weave his body in tune as he put a gloved hand to his mouth and pulled off the supple black kid leather with his teeth. He unbuttoned the suit jacket and left it to hang open, exposing the thick satin black cummerbund underneath. He shrugged out of the jacket and casually tossed it over his shoulder, reaching behind him with his free hand to unclip the cummerbund. After tossing the jacket and cummerbund over his shoulder He winked at the crowd and pressed his back against the pole, dipping slowly as he unbuttoned his dress shirt. On his way back up the pole, his shirt left wide open to expose his milky chest, his hands ghosted over the front of his slacks. He turned quickly and let the pants fall, stepping out of them and peaking over his shoulder as his shirt too began to slide down and off his shoulders. Shinji bit his lip playfully and let the material fall exposing his tiny pale pink long. A brief moment of teasing, pulling at the thong to expose almost enough skin to start a riot, the song ended and he pranced off the stage.
Grimmjow's attention was focused on Nnoitra from about the mid point of the show on. Nnoitra had a soft spot for thin blonde men and he was practically drooling over what he had just seen. Grimmjow laughed but his attention was pulled away with the sudden loud burst of heavy metal music. Turning his attention back to the stage it was his turn to drop jaw.
Without introduction Ichigo burst on stage decked out completely in shiny black leather. Reflecting the mood of the dance, his mask was black as well, the dark red slashes that were always present below his eye glinted in the harsh strobe lighting. Ichigo thrust his hips forward as his unzipped the leather jacket he was wearing showing his oiled chest off to the already screaming men, and casually tossed it behind him. By the time he made it to the end of the stage where the pole was set he was so hyped up he decided to play with them a bit more than he usually did. Licking his lips he wrapped a leg around the pole and ground his hips into it as one hand inched up to tease the edges of his mask, the other flicked open the top button of his too tight leather pants. Spinning around the pole, his back now pressed against it, he slid down to his knees and crawled forward before leaning back on his hands and undulated his torso, tossing his head back as he did so. Each time his hips moved the zipper on the pants fell just a little more until it was all the way down, his purple thong peaking through. He rose in one fluid motion and his thumbs hooked in the back of his pants, pulling until half his ass was showing and he spun around once more, wiggling his hips a bit as he showed the thick sparkling purple thong disappear between his cheeks. To the disappointment of the crowd the pants didn't fall and instead Ichigo turned back around and began to toy with what appeared to be studs on the sides of the leather. With a jerk of his arms the studs proved to be snaps and the leather was flung from him. He dipped low and grabbed some of the notes that were piling up on the stage, snapping the strings of the thong a few times before stuffing the money in and backing off stage. When the song ended he looked back over his shoulder at the stunned Grimmjow and grinned, blowing him a kiss and ducking behind the curtain.
When Shinji and Ichigo walked out into the alley after work that night Grimmjow and Nnoitra were waiting for them. Ichigo stopped and blushed, the high from his last performance had worn off a while ago and now he was a bit embarrassed about what he had done at the end. Grimmjow grinned and stepped close to him.
"Well that was sure interesting." He commented dryly, licking his lips a bit as he tried not to attack the young man.
Shinji, in a protective and slightly jealous movement, took a step forward but found himself suddenly being pulled away, his upper arm gripped tightly between long thin fingers. He looked up at the half covered face of Nnoitra and glared.
"What the hell?"
Nnoitra grinned. "Give'em a minute."
Shinji pulled his arm, having to use more force than he figured he would have, out of Nnoitra's grasp and took a step back, his back hitting the brick wall of the adjacent building.
"Why?"
"'Cause I'm a fuckin' considerate guy lettin' my friend snag a kiss from his bitch without interference."
Shinji scoffed and looked over just in time to see Grimmjow reach behind Ichigo's neck and pull him into a deep yet slow kiss. One of Ichigo's hands fisted in the thick blue hair and his body arched into him. Shinji let out an involuntary whine at the sight, his heart breaking just a little. It was like passing a car accident, he didn't want to see it but he couldn't seem to look away. Shaking himself a little Shinji cleared his throat.
"Ichi we should get yer shit before it gets light out." He said in a loud voice.
Nnoitra snickered when Ichigo jumped and pulled away from Grimmjow, looking down at his feet and blushing furiously. He grinned down at Shinji.
"Cock blocker."
Shinji sneered. "If it's him then always." He said quietly before ignoring Nnoitra completely.
By the time the four of them arrived at the apartment complex it was nearly three in the morning. Ichigo sucked in a breath at the sight of the half burnt out building and scowled. He hadn't realized just how shocking it would be to see it like that. Shinji came up behind him and patted him on the back as Nnoitra let out a long, "Fuck." Shinji glared at him and grabbed Ichigo's shoulder.
"C'mon."
The door was still locked but for some reason the windows were broken out and Ichigo continued to frown as he pulled out his key and let them inside. Nothing seemed out of place so he tossed a bag to Shinji and they set to work packing everything they could carry. They were almost finished with his clothing when Shinji stopped and pulled out his phone.
"Okaachan can store yer furniture and shit till ya get a new place." He said as he dialed his mother.
"Ain't it a bit late to be calling yer mommy?" Grimmjow asked with a sneer.
Ichigo shook his head and chuckled. "Not Shinji's mom."
Thirty minutes later Grimmjow and Nnoitra suddenly found themselves roped into moving the larger pieces of furniture out of the apartment and down to Shinji's mother's truck. Shinji packed most of the other things in the cab and helped Ichigo bring down the few bags he was planning on lugging around until he found a place. Shinji's mother ran up to Ichigo and wrapped her arms around his neck in a tight hug.
"I'm so sorry Ichi-chan." She said in a sweet voice.
"Thanks." Ichigo said, hugging her back awkwardly. No matter how much of a mother type figure he saw her as it was always a bit awkward when she hugged him.
Once everything was put away Shinji turned to Ichigo expectantly and Ichigo frowned before he realized what the look meant. Turning to Grimmjow and figuring out how to say he was planning on staying with Shinji until he found a new place to live however was a bit easier said than done. At least for him.
"Thanks for helping out with the moving stuff." He started.
"Yeah, I'm fuckin' beat, let's go." Grimmjow said in a gruff voice, his fatigue showing on his face and in his voice.
"I was gonna stay…."
"No. You'll stay with me." Grimmjow snapped.
Shinji clenched his teeth. "If he wants to stay with me he should…."
"Fuck off Blondie. The Strawberry is coming with me, so deal."
"You fuck off!" Shinji yelled back, taking a step forward.
Ichigo stepped between them, fearing for his friend's safety, and placed a hand on Shinji's shoulder. "Shin, it's okay. I'll stay over tomorrow and you can help me go through my shit, ne? Besides, I still have some things at Grimmjow's place."
Shinji's mother watched the argument with raised eyebrows wondering if this was the fellow her son had been crying about a few weeks back.
"But…."
"Looks like the Strawberry has spoken, Blondie." Grimmjow grinned and cocked an eyebrow in triumph.
"Stop calling me that and get that smug look off yer face." Ichigo snapped.
Grimmjow growled and gripped the front of his shirt, pulling him close so that their chests bumped together as he lowered his head and possessively took hold of Ichigo's mouth with his own. Shinji clenched his fists and stomped off to his mothers truck as her eyebrows rose further into her hairline and she let out a shocked, "Oh!" Nnoitra yawned and gave up on the whole scene, opting to sit in the car and wait to be taken back to Grimmjow's condo. It was too fucking cold out anyway.
Grimmjow pushed Ichigo from him enough to be able to look at him while he was speaking and growled again.
"Get yer stuff in the goddamned car."
Without waiting for a response he turned and walked back to his car. Ichigo stared after him and jumped nearly ten feet when a warm hand was placed on his shoulder.
"So that's him, ne?" Shinji's mom asked and Ichigo turned around to face her.
"You know?!"
She smiled. "Oh, dear. Ya know I don't care what ya do as long as it don't hurt no one. Just be careful with that one. He looks a bit wild." She giggled a bit and looked back at the truck when it started up. "Why dontcha come over ta my place tomorrow." She clapped her hands together gleefully. "Okaachan can show ya her new paintin'!"
Ichigo shook his head and then nodded. "Yeah, sure."
"I'll feed ya too. All that dacin' ya two do must make ya hungry." She hugged Ichigo once more and kissed his cheek. "'Night."
"Thanks, okaachan. And…." The BMW honked it's horn and it was followed immediately by the trucks horn. Ichigo rolled his eyes. "Tell Shin…."
"Dontcha worry 'bout him none. I'll calm him down. Now get before they get into a honking war."
With a laugh she skipped to the truck and Ichigo sighed, grabbing his bags and walking to Grimmjow's car.
Ichigo didn't talk to whole ride to the condo and that seemed to suit everyone just fine. Grimmjow was stewing over the blatant interference of the blonde kid, Nnoitra was dead asleep in the back dreaming about the same blonde, and Ichigo was steaming over the events that morning. The minute the three of them entered the condo Ichigo went straight to the bathroom to shower, Grimmjow followed close behind him.
"'The fuck was all that?" Grimmjow asked as he slammed the bathroom door behind him.
"I should be asking the same thing. I told you already I'm not your fucking possession!"
"And I told you already the fuck you aren't!"
Ichigo growled and ripped his shirt off, leaning over the turn on the tap for the shower. "Look, I'll stay wherever the fuck I want, you don't own me no matter what you think."
"You'll fuckin' stay here and that's the end of it, Strawberry."
Ichigo threw his shirt in Grimmjow's face. "I told you I have a fucking name!"
Grimmjow pushed Ichigo into shower and against the tile wall, the water wetting the both of their clothing.
"Fine. Ichigo. But whatever you say you belong to me so get the fuck over it. Yer mine. Not his."
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Ichigo grunted as Grimmjow leaned his weight on him.
"God yer stupid." Grimmjow growled and bit into the side of Ichigo's neck.
Ichigo struggled in vain before his body gave in, the energy from the argument making both of them rough and forceful with their movements. Ichigo pushed Grimmjow off him and into the wall out of the spray of water his own body falling with him.
"I don't fucking belong to anyone, let alone you." He said, his voice thick and low.
He leaned forward and bit Grimmjow's bottom lip as hard as he could, reopening the wound from the bar fight the night before and letting his tongue flick over it. Grimmjow groaned and grabbed Ichigo's ass, pressing their centers together as hard as he could.
"'The fuck… you…."
"Shut the fuck up, Grimmjow." Ichigo growled before his teeth sank into Grimmjow's neck.
At the sound of his name coming from that sweet mouth and the feel of pain lancing through him when that set of teeth tore into him for the second time in barely five minutes he was hard as a rock and regretting his decision to jump in the shower with all his clothes on. He licked Ichigo's shoulder and wrinkled his nose.
"That oil tastes like shit." He commented.
"But it makes me look good." Ichigo mumbled as his hands slid up Grimmjow's chest, taking his shirt up with them.
Grimmjow snorted and reached for Ichigo's pants. "Still tastes like shit."
"Didn't I tell you to shut the fuck up?"
Grimmjow grinned and pinned Ichigo back on the other side of the shower. "Who died and made you fuckin' God?" He let his teeth graze the spot behind Ichigo's ear, making him shudder. "How 'bout I just tell you how good the rest of you tastes." He licked his neck. "Like here." He licked along Ichigo's jaw and nipped his chin. "And here." His tongue curled up his chin and teased open Ichigo's lips. "And especially here."
"Sh-shut…." Ichigo pulled Grimmjow's shirt over his head. "Shit."
Grimmjow chucked and pushed Ichigo's jeans down as far as they would go. "You were saying?"
"Hmm?"
"Something about…."
"Oh for fuck sake! I don't care what we were just talking about anymore. Just… just…." Ichigo whined and pushed at Grimmjow. "Touch me." He whispered.
They managed to get the both of their clothes the rest of the way off and made it to the bedroom, falling back on the bed with Grimmjow on top. He lifted one of Ichigo's legs and reached for his opening, pressing the pad of his thumb over it and making Ichigo squirm. Grimmjow positioned his lips at Ichigo's ear and flicked his tongue over the lobe before speaking in a low, deep voice.
"One of these days I'm gonna fuck you nice and slow and long, make yer knees turn to jelly and yer brain to mush, but right now," His thumb slipped inside the tight opening and Ichigo cried out. "Right now I'll settle with showing you just how much you belong to me."
Grimmjow reached for the almost empty bottle of lube still sitting on his night stand and flicked it open with his free hand, pouring it on his cock and tossing it across the room. He pulled his thumb out and placed his cock at the opening, taking only the time to take a deep breath before he slammed in to him. Ichigo screamed out and wrapped his legs around Grimmjow, a tear welling in the corner of his eye. Grimmjow leaned forward and licked it away before he started to move, long deep strokes that had Ichigo trembling, his fingernails scraping down Grimmjow's back. Grimmjow reached behind Ichigo and gripped his ass, titling his hips so that his thrusts could go deeper as he picked up speed. He felt the heat build in his belly, the tight coil almost ready to burst, and he captured Ichigo's mouth with his. Ichigo's tongue eagerly sought his out, his teeth scraping and clacking against Grimmjow's.
"Mine." Grimmjow groaned.
"Fuck." Ichigo moaned, his head thrown back and his back arched.
Grimmjow grit his teeth and buried himself as deep as he could go as he came. "Mine." He breathed.
"Yessss." Ichigo cried out as he too came, spilling himself between them.
Grimmjow collapsed and rolled over, pulling Ichigo's limp and trembling form with him.
"Mine." He whispered before he passed out, Ichigo already asleep in his arms.
A/N YAY! I'm back :D:D *phew* LONG trip but the food was good so I guess that makes everything okay, o.O Anywho, another chapter! It wasn't as long as I was planning on making it for ya but I figured something out while I was gone. I can't write boy smut while my grandmother is in the same room.... Just wouldn't happen. ;p Sorry if this one sounded a little lame, I tried to make it as good as I could and I really hope I caught all the spelling errors too. And thank you so much to all the favs and alerts and reviews I came home to. *blows kisses to you all* I don't think Shin-chan likes our Grimmkitty?! Silly boy *shakes head* So yeah, reviews... how'd I do? Hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving or at least got some good food :P
~Penny