Chapter Twenty
The first day back to class was horrible. Ichigo estimated he was asked what had happened at least a million times, girls swarmed and swooned around him in annoying and embarrassing circles. Even one of his professors had shown an abnormal amount of concern over his injuries. He was so glad that he wasn't in a cast like Shinji.
The most embarrassing part of the day however had been the end. With a flood of university students pouring out of the front gates the sleek black BMW was hardly inconspicuous. The tall man in a black business suit and dark glasses holding an umbrella made him groan and suddenly he felt all eyes on him. Shawlong gave him a small bow before opening the back door for him, making sure the umbrella kept his entrance dry. He could almost hear the whispers as he ducked inside the car.
To make matters worse he found himself studying in the kitchen while he made dinner, even though he had promised himself that his unofficial title as Mr. Happy Homemaker, something that Nnoitra had teased him about and suffered while he watched Grimmjow and Ichigo enjoy the food without him, would not be happening anymore.
He was bent over his class notes on common human bacterial diseases, something he should have already been familiar with but wasn't, when he was startled out of his trance. His head shot up and looked into Grimmjow's blue eyes, bright with mirth.
"The hell're ya doin'?"
"Uh…." Ichigo looked behind him and noticed his pot of water was boiling and looked like it had been for a while. "Shit."
As Ichigo filled the pot with more water Grimmjow grabbed the notes and started reading, his nose wrinkled at the small diagrams scribbled on the notebook paper.
"Why are you learning about gonorrhea?"
"I'm taking a class on bacteria and stuff. I have to learn all the common human bacterial diseases and at least five symptoms of each by Friday."
Grimmjow whistled and grinned. "Sucks fer you."
Ichigo shrugged. "It's not that bad. I may not look it but I'm a pretty good student. Besides, I'll just get Shinji to help me study like I always do. He seems to get a kick out of this kind of thing anyway."
Grimmjow frowned at the blondes name and set down the notes, walking up behind Ichigo and looking over his shoulder at the food that was cooking.
"I'll help you study."
Ichigo snorted. "Thanks, but Shin and I always study together. It's like… I don't know, we just always do." He said as he placed fresh vegetables in the wok.
Grimmjow barely suppressed a low growl and decided he had played nice enough tonight. He leaned forward and sank his teeth into Ichigo's neck, his tongue laving over the abused skin. Ichigo nearly dropped the spatula he had in his hand and gripped the edge of the stove as Grimmjow's assault on his neck continued up to his ear lobe, finally stopping behind his ear to nip. He shivered and closed his eyes.
"Stove's hot." Ichigo mumbled as he turned around, eyes still closed.
"Mhmm." Grimmjow agreed and slid Ichigo down the edge of the counter so that they could continue.
He placed one hand behind Ichigo's head and tipped his head back, slanting his lips over the other pair as his free hand snaked around his hips and curled in the belt loops there. Ichigo let out a sigh that quickly turned to a groan as Grimmjow leaned into him and started to bend him backwards. Okay, perhaps things were finally looking up today. Grimmjow's tongue teased it's way into Ichigo's mouth and coaxed his to tangle and dance. Ichigo's hands fisted in the back of Grimmjow's shirt as his hips pushed forward into Grimmjow, pressing hardening members against one another. He had wanted this since the night before and wasn't going to let Grimmjow stop him this time. With a low growl in the back of his throat Grimmjow grabbed Ichigo's hips and tossed him up on the counter, never breaking contact with his mouth. Ichigo automatically spread his legs and scooted to the edge, wrapping one leg around Grimmjow's hip as his hands traveled lower to his waist. He banged his head into a cupboard somehow, wincing a bit as Grimmjow tried to pull away.
"No." Ichigo breathed, reaching up to grab Grimmjow's head and pull him back into a deep, intoxicating kiss.
Grimmjow grinned into the kiss and began pulling up Ichigo's shirt, exposing his chest to the warm air of the kitchen. Ichigo's breath hitched when nibble fingers plucked his already hardened nipples and pulled harshly.
"Somethin's burnin'"
Ichigo jumped, hitting his head on the cupboard once again, and pulled away from Grimmjow, face flushing scarlet as a grinning Nnoitra cocked a hip and pointed at the stove.
"Burnin'. Food."
Ichigo whipped his head around, his embarrassment fleeing at the sight of the smoke he should have smelt long before.
"Shit!"
"I can't believe ya risked burnin' good food to make out in the kitchen." Nnoitra grumbled to Grimmjow as they both watched Ichigo scramble around.
"Fuck, it's ruined." He whined down at the stir fry he had been making. He knew better than to let it sit for too long.
"Yer just jealous." Grimmjow grinned back at Nnoitra and sniffed at the blackened mess that had been dinner. "Guess we order out." He suggested, pulling his phone from his pocket and leaving the room, seemingly unfazed by what had just happened.
Ichigo on the other hand could feel Nnoitra grinning at him and he was sorely tempted to throw something at him. Or hide in the bathroom. He wasn't sure what he should be more upset about; that he had been caught making out on the kitchen counter or that Grimmjow had distracted him enough to let the food he had prepared burn. Or that Nnoitra had interrupted them. It was easier to be angry with Nnoitra.
"Stop looking at me like that you creepy shit." He grumbled as he spooned the ruined food into the trash.
"Aw, can't we all jus' get along?" Nnoitra replied sarcastically.
"No."
Nnoitra laughed and left the kitchen, plopping down on the couch and flicking on the TV, turning it up way too loud and draping his long arms over the back of the couch. Grimmjow stepped into the bedroom to complete his phone order and Ichigo rolled his eyes, pouring out the pot of boiling water and cleaning up the mess he had made.
The night progressed slowly, once the food had shown up Grimmjow and Nnoitra argued over what to watch, Grimmjow wanting to watch old samurai movies and Nnoitra voting for something more modern and decidedly horrific. They both turned to Ichigo and asked his opinion.
"I don't care." He said as he returned his attention to his food and notes.
They finally came to an agreement of bloody horror flick that night, old samurai movie the next night and Ichigo was allowed the blissful silence, punctuated only by blood curdling screams and gurgling sounds of death. He wasn't even aware of the movie ending nor of Nnoitra jumping up and cursing, "Fuckin' phone!" It wasn't until Grimmjow kicked him in the knee that he tore his attention away from his notes and realized just how quiet it was in the condo.
"It's late."
Ichigo looked up and blinked, noticing that it was after nine o'clock. He sighed and stretched before standing and stashing his notes away in his bag and padding to the bathroom. He wanted a shower and sleep now and his mind was so focused on that he wasn't aware of Grimmjow coming in the bathroom behind him and leaning against the wall, staring at him with a lecherous smirk. When he did finally notice he blushed and folded his arms awkwardly over his chest.
"What?"
"Whaddya mean, 'what'?" He said as he advanced, backing Ichigo into the sink. "We got cut off earlier." His voice was low on slightly hypnotic even as his grin bordered on disturbing.
"Oh."
Grimmjow laughed and placed his hands on either side of the sink, trapping Ichigo as he leaned forward and captured his bottom lip with his teeth. Ichigo whined a bit, flushing at the sound but not caring enough to stop. Grimmjow's fully clothed body pressed against him, his starched white shirt brushing his heated skin and quickly hardening nipples. Ichigo reached for the button of his slacks as a fiery hot hand wrapped around his length. He let his head fall back and his fingers stumbled at what he was doing as Grimmjow stroked him, his lips spreading gentle kisses and harsh nips across his neck and collar bone.
"Oh, fuck."
Grimmjow hummed his pleasure as his other hand reached behind Ichigo to knead his ass. Ichigo's arms wrapped around his neck and brought his face back up so that he could kiss him again. He hadn't realized just how much he had missed kissing Grimmjow like this until it had stopped. He was just about to resume taking off Grimmjow's pants when a cell phone rang. Grimmjow cursed and pulled back, reaching into his pocket and sighing.
"Gotta take this. Hop in the shower."
He left the room and Ichigo without another word and Ichigo frowned. That had better be the last interruption of the night or he was going to go insane. He was so beyond aroused at that moment he thought he would burst. As he was leaning over to turn on the tap for the shower he overheard Grimmjow yelling at whoever he was talking to on the phone.
"Oh you have got to be fuckin'…. when?… Well how did it happen?…. Fuckin' idiot…. No, stay there stupid…. Don't call the fuckin' cops! Jesus Christ! Did yer mother drop you on yer head when you were a baby?!… No! I'll be right there you fuckin' moron! Stay put!"
The bathroom door was flung wide open and a very angry Grimmjow stomped inside, grabbed Ichigo by the waist and pulled him close, planting a fierce kiss on his already bruised lips.
"I gotta go somewhere. Just go to bed."
With that he left the house, taking only the time to grab a jacket before he was out the door. Ichigo huffed out a breath and smacked his fist against the tile shower wall.
"Damn it!"
Grimmjow had been very vague about what had happened to make him leave that night, stating only that there had been a misunderstanding that needed to be smoothed out. Ichigo hadn't been very pleased with that answer but ever since Grimmjow had returned home, somewhere around four in the morning, he had been in a horrible mood. Tuesday and Wednesday passed in a tense fashion, Nnoitra the only one brave enough to goad Grimmjow enough to get any sort of reaction from him only to be thrown out of the house laughing like an idiot. Ichigo stuck to his books and tried to tell himself that things would mellow out soon.
Shinji had dropped off his care package from Hanataro and his wife Tuesday while he had been at school and they had made plans to study together Thursday before Grimmjow got home from work, leaving him a scant three hours and the problem with shaking Shawlong off his tail so that he could actually go to Shinji's place. He was well immersed in his thoughts when he heard his name called out and looked up, surprised to see Shinji during his lunch break. He smiled and shook his head as the bright pink cast waved in the air at him and waited for him to seat himself.
"Yer lookin' better." Shinji said with a bright smile.
"Thanks. You too."
"So we are actually on fer taday, right?" Shinji asked, his eagerness poorly disguised.
"Yeah, but we might have to be sneaky 'cause I don't think Grimmjow will be too happy with me…."
"What is he yer keeper?" Shinji hissed, leaning back and crossing his arms.
"That's not what I meant, but he's been in a really bad mood…."
"Ichi, ya realize ya sound like an abuse victim, right? All ya need to add to that is, 'He hits me 'cos he loves me'."
"Don't' fuckin' start, Shinji."
Shinji sighed and rolled his eyes. "Fine." He said before stealing a fishcake and popping it into his mouth. "I'll meetcha here af'er yer nex' class." He said with a mouthful of food.
Ichigo shook his head and watched Shinji walk away. His class was thankfully cut short, the professor getting the call that his wife had finally gone into labor, and the class was let out early. He met Shinji and they walked to the front of the school, surprised and thankful that the shiny BMW wasn't there waiting for him.
"Cool, let's go." Shinji said, grabbing Ichigo's arm and dragging him off in the direction of his apartment.
They were barely half a block from the gates when someone called out to them.
"Yo, kitty bitch. 'Sup?"
Ichigo turned and frowned as Nnoitra strolled up to him and Shinji with a wide grin, his uncovered eye lingering on Shinji's form.
"What the hell do you want?" He asked rudely. How could he not after the new pet name he had given him had been said in public.
"What? Can't I say hey to a roomie?"
"No. Go away."
"Grimm'll be pretty upset if ya take off with Blondie here. Ya sure yer willin' ta risk it?"
Ichigo opened his mouth to retort but Shinji beat him to it. "That ain't none 'a yer business, is it? Now quit followin' us."
Nnoitra's grin grew, something Ichigo would have thought impossible had he not witnessed it multiple times before, and he shook his head. "Can't. Got business that way." He said, pointing a long fingered hand in the direction Ichigo and Shinji were going.
Ichigo turned and started walking, Nnoitra falling into step beside Shinji, much to Shinji's annoyance. They walked a few blocks, Nnoitra whistling a tune that was so off tune he didn't even want to begin guessing what it was and Shinji sending dark looks at the man that was encroaching upon his already limited time with Ichigo. Ichigo was about to tell Nnoitra to shut the hell up when everything happened seemingly at once. Nnoitra turned, facing the street, as Shinji pulled Ichigo's arm, to stop him from walking, his sentence dying on his lips as a single gunshot was heard. Nnoitra's body jerked and his uncovered eye went wide as he looked down at his chest.
"Ha!" He screamed after a moment of shock, his maniacal laughter ringing over the screams of passers by. "Ya think one shot'll get me down?" He bellowed out. "Not today, not ever!" He laughed again and spread his arms wide as if begging to be shot again.
"Idiot!" Shinji cried out, grabbing his elbow and yanking him out of the way of a second shot, the bullet embedding into the thick brick wall of the building they were next to.
"Run stupid!" Shinji yelled in his face and the three of them took off down the street in the opposite direction.
They stopped running once they reached the track field of the university, Ichigo slightly upset that he was so winded and dizzy after such a short run.
"Hold still!" Shinji yelled, grabbing Nnoitra's sweater and pulling it open. "W-why…?"
Ichigo turned around to find Shinji straddling Nnoitra's hips, a wide lecherous grin on the tall man's face.
"Why isn't there any blood?" Shinji asked quietly, now completely confused.
"Worried 'bout me Blondie?"
"Idiot, you were shot. I saw it."
Nnoitra lifted his thin hips and yanked his shirt from his pants, pulling it up to reveal his torso.
"Thick skin." He smiled, poking at the bullet proof vest as he did so.
"You…."
Nnoitra sat up and wrapped a pair of long, thin arms around Shinji hips.
"Ya jump on a guy like this and he might jus' take it as…."
Shinji's casted arm connected with Nnoitra's face with a satisfying crack and he quickly shot out of the other's reach.
"You asshole!"
Nnoitra ignored him, fingering his cheek with one hand as he pulled the bullet casing from the vest with the other.
"Shit, that's my favorite hoodie. He cocked his eyebrow and looked up. "Fuckers kinda strong; like a mosquito." He added with a grin in Shinji's direction.
"Der Scheißkerl!" Shinji exclaimed before spinning around and stomping off.
Ichigo turned wide eyes to Shinji's retreating form. It had been years since he had heard Shinji say anything in his mother's native language.
"The fuck did he call me?" Nnoitra asked, more confused than angry, his eyes glued to the tight little ass that had just been so close just moments before.
"Uh… I… don't know." Ichigo answered honestly before taking off after Shinji.
By the time Ichigo caught up with him, he had managed to calm himself down enough to give him a weak smile.
"Kinda freaked out there, didn't I?" He asked sheepishly, not meeting Ichigo's eyes.
"Not really. You thought he'd been shot." Ichigo reasoned and slung an arm around Shinji's shoulders.
"Sorry to ruin the touchin' moment, but if Grimm finds out we were shot at and I let ya outta my sight you two'll be dead and I won't get paid." Nnoitra said, leaning his tall frame against the wall of the equipment shed.
"Is that all ya think about? Money?" Shinji asked, apparently not as cooled down as Ichigo thought he was.
Nnoitra grinned. "Not all."
Shinji rolled his eyes and turned back to Ichigo. "Sorry Ichi, I really don't feel like helping' ya study taday."
"It's okay. Sorry about all this." He waved his hand in the air ineffectually.
"Yeah." Shinji shot a glare at Nnoitra before pushing away from the wall he was against and shoving his hands in his pockets, walking away from the two.
"I'll call ya later." Ichigo called out before turning to Nnoitra. "What the hell was that? Was that about the hit on Grimmjow?"
Nnoitra shrugged. "Could be. Or maybe I pissed people off too. Who knows."
"Unbelievable." Ichigo grumbled, heading back to the front gates of the university with a thankfully silent Nnoitra in tow.
Shawlong was there waiting for him, looking a little disgruntled at his tardiness but keeping silent about it. He did however raise an eyebrow when Nnoitra followed Ichigo inside the car.
"Are you finished for today?" Shawlong asked as he drove away from the corner.
"Nah, gotta talk ta Grimm."
Shawlong dropped Ichigo off first at the condo before taking Nnoitra to Grimmjow's office. Nnoitra barged in without knocking or acknowledging the irate secretary yelling at him that he couldn't do that. He slammed the door in her face.
"Busy?" Nnoitra asked, reaching for the half empty pack of cigarettes on the desk.
"What the hell're you doin' here?"
"Got shot taday. Good plan makin' us wear these." He tapped his chest and smiled.
"When?" Grimmjow asked, no longer distracted.
"Went to check on yer bitch like ya asked me too and he was with Blondie," Nnoitra stopped to reminisce about Shinji in his lap.
"And?"
"Yeah, so anyway, we were walkin' and bam, I got shot. Second shot missed, but we took off."
"Who were they aiming at?" Grimmjow asked, tapping his chin and frowning.
"Me fer sure. I'm in the way. Oh, and I found out who shot Di Roy the other day."
"And?" Grimmjow asked again.
Nnoitra smiled. "We won't be needin' ta worry about that no more."
"Good."
"And I'm broke, so…."
Grimmjow sighed and reached for his wallet, handing the contents to Nnoitra. "This had better not be for fun."
"Nah, like I said paper makes people talk. Pretty simple."
"Is he back home?" Grimmjow asked quietly, his frown still in place.
Nnoitra nodded. "Yup."
"Good. Tell Shawlong on yer way out to make sure he stays there."
Nnoitra stood and chuckled, grinning at his friend. "Yer kickin' me out already?"
Nnoitra was at the door before Grimmjow spoke again. "Come back late."
Nnoitra turned and raised an eyebrow, letting a slow grin encompass his face. "Oh, really. Planning' a romantic evenin' with yer bitch."
Grimmjow smirked. "It doesn't matter. Just come back late."
Nnoitra laughed as he left the room and flipped off the glaring secretary as he passed her. Grimmjow didn't particularly have anything planned for Ichigo that night, but if something happened he didn't want to get interrupted. Again. He had been so distracted lately with finding who had shot one of his men and coming up empty so many times he was taking his frustration out on anyone within yelling distance, including Ichigo. Now that the problem seemed to have been solved, for now, he felt loads better. So much better in fact that he grabbed his briefcase and left his office.
"I'm heading out early." He said with a distracted wave of his hand as he passed his secretary.
"But, Mr. Jaegerjaques!"
Ignoring her he stepped in the elevator and pulled out his phone, calling Shawlong to pick him up.
Ichigo was nose deep in a biology book when the door opened and Grimmjow walked in grinning. Ichigo frowned, not sure if Nnoitra had told him what had happened yet or not and not sure if he should say anything to piss him off since he seemed in such a good mood for the first time in days.
"Hey." He decided that was the safest course of action.
"Hey." Grimmjow replied back before stepping into the bedroom to change.
Ichigo frowned at the clock. He was home really early today. He returned his attention to his book and barely noticed when Grimmjow sat beside him on the couch. He plucked the book out of Ichigo's hands and closed it, setting it aside.
"You still need help studying?"
"Uh… yeah kinda. But don't worry about it."
"Nah, I'll help. Should be interesting."
Twenty minutes later Grimmjow was wrinkling his nose at the symptoms of dysentery and knew it was time for a bit of a distraction. He looked at the note card in front of him and scooted closer to Ichigo.
"Alright, next is encephalitis."
"Okay. Weakness… ah!" Ichigo was startled out of his thoughts when Grimmjow's lips brushed over his neck. "What…?"
"That's only one. You need four more. Concentrate."
"U-uh. Weakness, mild fever, shit… uh, confusion, mem… mem…."
Grimmjow was slowly running his upper teeth along Ichigo's jugular and trying not to grin.
"Mem? What kinda symptom is that?"
"Memory loss. Confusion. Th-that's five."
"Mhmm. Now typhoid fever."
"S-stop doing… I can't…."
"If yer gonna be a doctor you have to work under pressure. Five symptoms."
Grimmjow's hand snuck under Ichigo's shirt and his fingers ran over the tight muscles there. Ichigo took a deep breath and closed his eyes, thinking that might help him relax but finding it did the exact opposite; erotic images of Grimmjow touching his naked body assaulting him. His eyes flew open and stared straight ahead.
"Fever, headache,… whoa." Grimmjow's fingers tugged at the waistband of Ichigo's pants, undoing the button and toying with the zipper as his teeth plucked at his ear lobe. "Con… cons… ti… pation." The last part of the word came out as a groan when Grimmjow's hand found it's way inside Ichigo's underwear and tangled in his pubic hair.
Grimmjow chuckled and shifted his weight. "I'm pretty sure that's the only time that word have ever sounded so fuckin' sexy."
Abandoning all thoughts of studying Ichigo moved, pinning Grimmjow to the back of the couch as he situated himself in his lap and kissed him, his tongue forcing entrance. Grimmjow kissed him back through his surprise and grabbed his ass, grinding up against him. He pulled away and attacked Grimmjow's neck, teeth nipping and tongue soothing. When his phone rang he growled and sat up.
"Fuck!"
Grimmjow almost chuckled as Ichigo dug in his back pocket for his phone before realizing whose ring it was. He tossed the phone on the couch without looking at it and returned to Grimmjow's mouth.
"Aren't ya gonna check who it is?"
"I'll call him back." Shinji could wait.
Grimmjow grinned, now knowing who it was, and pulled Ichigo back so that their groins touched. Ichigo hummed into his lips and pulled back just a bit.
"Can we go to the bedroom?" He asked, a blush showing through his arousal.
"What about yer arm?"
"Fuck my arm, damn it."
"Fuck yer arm?" Grimmjow teased as he pushed Ichigo off his lap. "Really? Don't you think that might be a little difficult?"
"Shut up, I'm not letting this stop this time. I…," He leaned forward and captured Grimmjow's bottom lip with his teeth. "I've waited so long for this it hurts."
Grimmjow groaned and stood, taking Ichigo by the arm and walking hurriedly to the bedroom, the both of them falling to the bed as if one. Ichigo winced only slightly as his shoulder was jarred, but forgot about it when hands began to tear off his clothing. He followed suit, pulling Grimmjow's shirt over his head and reaching for the button of his jeans, glad that he didn't wear his pants as tight as he did. Grimmjow, who had somehow managed to be underneath Ichigo, lifted his hips as both he and Ichigo wiggled out of their pants. Ichigo lowered himself, tasting Grimmjow's chest as he did so, his tongue leaving wet trails along the skin and his teeth scraping over his nipples. Grimmjow arched his back, loving the feel of Ichigo taking initiative, as he reached back to the nightstand for the lube. Ichigo was right, fuck his arm.
In one swift movement Grimmjow was naked and Ichigo was smiling down at his thick hard cock. He licked his lips and began to descend when Grimmjow stopped him.
"Wait." He said, handing Ichigo the lube. "Prepare yerself. I wanna watch ya do it."
Ichigo bit his lip and reached for the bottle, shimmying out of his underwear as he poured a generous amount in his hand. It had been just over a week and he was already about to burst. Reaching behind himself Ichigo slipped a single finger slowly inside, his eyes rolling back as he did so, twin moans coming from both men. A few gentle strokes to ease the finger all the way in and Ichigo returned his attention to the cock in front of him, his tongue curling around the head before engulfing its entirety at once.
"Fuck!" Grimmjow's head fell back, forgetting that he wanted to see every move Ichigo made for a moment.
He propped himself up on his elbows and bit his lip as the sight and feeling of Ichigo bobbing up and down in his lap made him almost purr. Ichigo slipped in a second finger and hummed around the stiff member in his mouth, pulling back to swirl his tongue and catch his breath. Grimmjow noticed the strain he was putting on his bad shoulder and lifted Ichigo away from him. As much as he was enjoying that, he really didn't want those stitches to tear. Ichigo whined at the loss of contact, and then again as Grimmjow pulled his hand away from his ass.
"But…?"
"Shh." Grimmjow whispered, kissing Ichigo's neck until he reached his shoulder, turning him and pushing him back against the bed as he did so. "My turn."
Not needing any more lubricant he easily slipped two fingers inside Ichigo and settled himself between his legs. Ichigo arched his back and moaned, fisting his hands in the sheets. Grimmjow licked his lips as he looked down at him and leaned forward to nibble his nipples as he added another finger. Ichigo began to move his hips, undulating and digging his heels into the mattress.
"You want more?" Grimmjow taunted and Ichigo nodded. "Tell me what you want."
Ichigo shook his head and bit his lip. He couldn't say that out loud.
"C'mon, or I'll only do this." Grimmjow pulled one of the fingers out and returned to two.
Ichigo whimpered and closed his eyes. "I… I want… fuck me. Please."
Grimmjow growled and plunged three fingers back inside Ichigo as he reached for the lube and poured some on his cock. He positioned himself at his entrance and pulled his hand away, grabbing Ichigo's knees and bending them.
"Look at me." He ordered, his voice rough.
Ichigo opened his eyes half way and bit his lip. Grimmjow groaned and slid inside the tight cavern as far as he could go, leaning down to press his body fully against Ichigo as he waited for the spasms to stop, fearing that he would come way too soon. Ichigo was panting as he too waited for his body to adjust and he surprised both himself and Grimmjow when he bucked against him, forcing him into movement. Grimmjow began to slowly move, deep thrusts that tickled his prostate. Ichigo wrapped his arms around his neck and bit into his neck before whispering in his ear, "Harder." Grimmjow groaned as his thrusts became faster, deeper, harder. Ichigo cried out and dug his fingers into his back. Grimmjow buried his face in the pillow under Ichigo's head as he picked up his pace.
"Grimmjow. Oh fuck. Yes, just like that." Ichigo babbled.
Grimmjow grit his teeth and moaned words into the fabric.
"I love you."
His whole body stiffened slightly before resuming his quick, deep pace. Grimmjow pulled back and Ichigo's heavy lidded eyes looked up at him.
"What?"
"What?" Grimmjow parroted.
"You said something?" Ichigo slurred. At least he had thought Grimmjow had said something.
"I was moaning idiot. Ya know, when something feels really good…?" Grimmjow thrust as deep as he could go, making sure to stab at Ichigo's prostate as hard as he could.
Ichigo screamed and bucked his hips, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as Grimmjow pounded into him. Ichigo lost himself, and tightened around Grimmjow, milking a sympathetic reaction from him almost instantly. Grimmjow collapsed and rolled off Ichigo, panting and staring wide eyed at the ceiling. What the hell had just come out of his mouth?! He snuck a glance at the young man beside him and was almost glad to find him asleep. He sat up and slid off the bed, walking stiffly to the bathroom to clean himself off. He stared at himself in the mirror and shook his head.
"I did not." He whispered, closing his eyes and not believing a word of it.
He had said the dreaded three words. He had never said them to anyone in his life and he was left confused and scared, something else he wasn't very familiar with. He sighed and opened his eyes, turning on the sink to splash his face with cold water. At least Ichigo hadn't heard. He could just pretend that it had never slipped out and everything would go back to the way it was before. He groaned as he shut off the water and dried his face.
"Fuck."
A/N Whoa, a lot kinda happened there huh? :D Okay, first off: YAY SMEX!! *ahem* Second, Shinji spoke German to Nnoitra when he was really mad (Don't worry I will explain more about him and his past and stuff later) and it's pronounced: Dare shys curl and basically means: Mother fucker, or bastard, or son of a bitch... according to the website I found it on. I'm gonna go with Mother fucker :D Anywho so yeah, Grimmkitty was the first to say it but will Ichigo remember anything when he wakes up or is Grimmjow going to be able to let it slide??? I guess we'll just have to wait until the next chapter :D:D Hope this was enjoyed :D
**Also, I posted two oneshots since the last chapter that I would love for those who haven't already to go check out. There is a silly GrimmIchi called Jan ken pon and an angsty UlquiGrimm called Beneath the Bat. Yes, that's right, an ULQUIGrimm :D Would love to hear what you all think about those as well :D**
(I think that's it....)
~Penny