Chapter Thirty Four

Grimmjow was in the kitchen when Ichigo got home and he joined him to grab a glass of water. As he passed the table he noticed the bottle of wine and frowned.

"You drink wine?"

"Huh, oh. Yeah sometimes." Grimmjow answered distractedly as he rinsed the wine glasses, hoping that Szayel hadn't run into Ichigo in the hall.

"That stuff is gross." Ichigo said with a curl of his lip.

Grimmjow snorted and set the glasses in the dish drain before turning to see Ichigo closely examining the bottle's label as if he knew what he was looking at. He had a deep scowl on his face and his hip was cocked against the table, his free hand pulling at his light coat. Grimmjow smirked and approached him, lifting the bottle from his hands and setting it back on the table with a dull thud.

"Let's go relax. You look like you could use it."

He wasn't lying, even if he was trying to change the subject. Ichigo looked dog tired and for some reason it made him want to cuddle with him until he fell asleep. He wasn't sure if he should smile or groan at what he considered a very unmanly thought.

"I have to get in some studying. Plus I have a paper to write by next week for anatomy." He yawned. "But I get to leave work at ten for the next couple nights, so I should be able to catch up quickly."

"That's good." Grimmjow muttered as he left the kitchen.

Ichigo grabbed a glass of water and followed Grimmjow to the couch, plopping down beside him with another wide yawn as he stretched his legs out in front of him.

"I don't know why I'm so tired lately. I used to be able to go with less sleep and be just fine." He was rambling now, putting off what he knew he should have started already.

Grimmjow slung an arm over his shoulders and pulled him close. "Ya ever think about quittin'?"

"What?"

"Work. You don't need it anymore." God, he was so dense sometimes.

"Yeah, but it's fun and I enjoy it."

Grimmjow sighed. "Yeah, but isn't school and shit more important?"

Ichigo sighed. Grimmjow was right, he didn't really have a need for working anymore but it was such a big part of his life now he wasn't sure he could give it up, at least not quickly. He knew eventually he'd have to. Eventually things at school would be so demanding that he wouldn't have much of a choice, but he was still reluctant to quit yet.

"Yeah. I will, one day. Just not yet." He mumbled, leaning his head on Grimmjow's shoulder and yawning once again. "Should you really be drinking with those pills you take?"

Grimmjow chuckled. "I haven't taken any so quit worrying. I hate that shit."

Ichigo nodded, his eyes falling closed and his hand resting on Grimmjow's belly.

"Does it hurt today?" He asked, his voice fainter than moments before.

"Not really." Grimmjow lied. Just an hour ago he had been debating on taking one of those hated pills but decided against it. It didn't hurt that bad.

"Mmm."

Grimmjow's fingers teased their way into Ichigo's hair and began to slowly and gently massage his scalp, lightly tugging at the hair every so often. It wasn't long before Ichigo's breathing evened out and he was fast asleep. Grimmjow smirked and made himself comfortable, listening to the silence of the house mingled with the quiet sound of Ichigo breathing. It was relaxing. So much so that he soon found himself drifting off on the couch with Ichigo in his arms.

After shutting and locking the front door Shinji returned to the kitchen, his hand reaching up every so often to his throat. What the hell was that? He knew Nnoitra was strange and violent but he had never seen that look in his eye. Then again he hardly knew the man so maybe it was normal to react that way to something so… simple. Had it been the fact that Shinji had been thinking about attacking him in the first place or was it his weapon of choice that had triggered that sort of rage? He snorted. No way. No one was afraid of forks. That was just stupid. It had to have been that he was getting pissed off of Shinji, "Playin' hard ta get."

"Tch."

He wasn't playing hard to get. Was he? Shinji shook his head. No, he just didn't like the guy, regardless if the sex they had was the best… some of the best he had ever had. He groaned at the thought.

"Oh, who am I kidding?" He muttered as his hand fluttered to his neck again.

Even after getting shoved up against the wall like he had and nearly having his esophagus crushed his body still got hot just thinking about it. Those long, surprisingly soft fingers tickling feather light touches over his body as his teeth, God so many teeth, raked harshly over his sensitive skin. That tongue that curled wickedly over every one of his pleasure spots and that cock; dear God that cock. Filling him to the extremes and making him want to scream out every expletive he had ever been taught in every language known to man. The cock that made him forget he had ever had good sex before. He groaned and leaned his head against the wall. Shit, now what was he going to do?

He took a deep breath and stood up straight. He was going to see what the damage was on his neck and then he was going to go to bed. No sense in over thinking it at all, especially after something like that had just happened. Maybe his brain would be back to normal in the morning and he can forget everything he had been thinking that night about Nnoitra. Yeah, that was it. He was too tired and now too wound up to think straight. He would be able to think clearly in the morning.

After a quick glance in the mirror to see that at least if there was going to be bruising it would be light, he stripped and curled up on his futon. Sleep was a good thing after a traumatic event, no matter the level of trauma. He closed his eyes and willed himself to slumber.

Nnoitra leaned against the side of the building in the middle of Nicho and took a cigarette from his pack, shoving it in his mouth with one hand as the other searched for his lighter. Damn it. Now he was going to have to start over with Blondie. He'd finally managed to get something and he had to go mess it up over a fucking fork. And here he had thought stopping by and conning a quick fuck out of him had been a good idea. He sighed and lit his cigarette, taking a deep drag before letting it out in a large puff of smoke.

"Still horny." He muttered to himself as his eyes roved over the thick crowd of young men.

His lip curled back in a pleased sneer as he spotted a few blonde heads. It wasn't the same but he was sure at least one of those heads would be at least a little close to what he had been looking for with Shinji. He was about to push away from the wall when he heard a shocked gasp followed by two words that made his whole body feel as if it had been dipped in ice water.

"Nnoitra-sama?"

"No fuckin' way." Nnoitra groaned, wondering if he could just walk away without the little leech following him.

"It's you. You came back for me. I knew you would. I've waited all this time…."

"I didn't fuckin' come here fer you." Nnoitra snapped, instantly wishing he had a gun so he could blow his brains out. Never, never engage the person you are trying to flee from in conversation. He'd gone and fucked himself good this time.

"But you're here. You're back." Big hazel eyes looked up at him pathetically.

"Yeah, well." He eyes scanned the body in front of him and he had to repress a smirk. Little slut looked as good as he remembered. Dirty blonde hair left loose almost to his shoulders and messy in a deliberate way. Long legs clad in short white Capri's, while his teal colored shirt clung to his body like a caress. Tesla. He was the same as he had been the last time he had seen him, two years ago. Was even still wearing that ridiculous clip in his hair that looked like a two dimensional part of an animal jaw bone.

"You old're ya now?" Nnoitra asked.

"I'm twenty now, Nnoitra-sama."

"Go get me some beer and I'll let ya take me home."

Tesla looked up at Nnoitra as if he were a puppy just given the best treat and turned around in search of beer for his master. Nnoitra shook his head. Well, if anything he'd have some beer tonight and a mouth that knew the way he liked it best. No way he was fucking that though. After putting his cigarette out on the bottom of his shoe he tossed the butt and followed the slim blonde, hoping he wouldn't regret this.

"Oh my God, he can not be serious." Shinji groaned as the last man to try out for the available position for the club's new stripper came on stage.

"Shinji, don't say it so loud." Ichigo whispered.

"He's gotta be two hundred kilos."

Ichigo snorted and covered his mouth with his hand before clearing his throat and taking the lead.

"So, Haru-chan, have you ever danced professionally before?"

"No." The man wheezed and Ichigo had to fight back another laugh at Shinji's barely subdued remark.

"Shocker."

"Do you have any training in dance?" Ichigo tried.

"No."

"Can you dance?" Shinji said, loud enough for the man to hear.

"Yes."

A giggle bubbled over Ichigo's lips before he covered his mouth once again and looked away.

Shinji sighed. "Fine. Dance then. Show me what ya got."

Ichigo couldn't have held back the snort that comment caused if there had been a gun to his head and he almost let out another when The Weather Girls came on loudly through the speakers.

- Hi! We're your Weather Girls - Ah-huh -
And have we got news for you - You better listen!
Get ready, all you lonely girls
and leave those umbrellas at home. - Alright! -

The man had his back to them the entire introduction, his hips twitching as the music stared to build.

Cause tonight for the first time
Just about half-past ten
For the first time in history
It's gonna start raining men.

The man jumped and turned around, his arms going in the air, his head thrown back and a bent leg in front of him.

Raining Men! Hallelujah! - It's Raining Men! Amen!
I'm gonna go out to run and let myself get
Absolutely soaking wet!

The man jumped in the air, doing an awkward form of the splits before landing with a thud back to the stage, his hips swaying and foot tapping to the music. Shinji shook his head, barely suppressed laughter checked by his tightly closed lips. Ichigo wasn't fairing well either, his eyes wide on the not so tiny dancer on the stage as he twirled into another chorus.

It's Raining Men! Hallelujah!
It's Raining Men! Every Specimen!
Tall, blonde, dark and lean
Rough and tough and strong and mean

The man was reaching above his head at this point, moving his arms as if he were actually plucking the raining men from the sky as they fell. Shinji laughed, swaying in his seat to the music before eventually singing along. Ichigo shook his head and let out his laughter. This was ridiculous, breaking into song like a fucking musical. All they needed now was Shinji jump up on stage and dance with him, but the man on stage seemed to be enjoying himself if the smile on his face was any indicator. As the song finished the man stopped, panting and heaving his breath in great huffs. Shinji smiled and laughed, clapping his hands together as he retook his seat.

"Ya know, ta be honest I didn't think ya had it in ya. That was impressive."

The man smirked, showing the first bit of emotion outside of his routine since he got there. "I always wanted to dance in front of two beautiful men. Thank you for letting that little dream come true."

Shinji smiled and leaned back. "Ya know I can't give ya the job, Haru-chan."

The man smiled and nodded. "I'd probably have a heart attack if I ever try this again."

"Yer welcome back anytime Haru-chan."

Haru bowed, waddled off the stage and out the door. Shinji shook his head and looked at his clip board.

"Thank God that was the last one fer taday!"

"You're telling' me. Fuck that was great."

"Heh, sumo stripping." Shinji giggled.

Ichigo sputtered out a laugh and shook his head. "I don't think if I ever got that big I'd even leave the house."

Shinji smirked. "Yeah well, we still gotta decide who gets hired though."

"I thought we had more on Thursday." Ichigo asked as he and Shinji left the club to wander down to the tea house they had frequented.

"We did, but they both cancelled."

"So who do we have then?"

Shinji looked at the clipboard and sighed. "Akira, Luppi and Genji."

"Hmm."

They both lapsed into silence as they thought about which man would fit the bill when Shinji noticed someone passing the tea house. Without saying anything he jumped out of his seat and ran outside, leaving Ichigo confused and alone. Outside Shinji grabbed a slim man by the shoulder and turned him around.

"I knew it was you!" He exclaimed wit ha large smile.

"Shin-chan!" The young man shouted, slinging a thin pair of arms around Shinji's neck. "I haven't seen you in ages."

Shinji draped his arms around the man's hips and continued to smile. "Hey, what do ya think about dancin'?" He asked without preamble.

The young man smiled and blushed sheepishly. "I don't know."

Twenty minutes later the young man was picking his clothes up off the stage and bowing deeply to Ichigo and Shinji.

"Thank you so much!"

"No, thank you! God, if you could have seen what we had to choose from…" Shinji rolled his eyes and the young man laughed.

"I think you will fit in here well too." Ichigo added, not really sure what else to say. He needed to start cleaning the front of the club up and everyone was in his way.

"So we'll see ya Friday then!" Shinji waved the young man off and the young man waved back.

"Thank you again!"

Shinji walked back to Ichigo's side and smiled. "I think we made a good choice. Thanks for helpin'"

"No problem. What was his name again?"

Shinji gigged and shook his head. "I'm surprised ya remember yer own name sometimes, Ichi." At Ichigo's scowl he laughed again. "Tesla. His name was Tesla."

"Hey, it's cool if Shinji comes over right?" Ichigo asked suddenly that night as he and Grimmjow made themselves comfortable on the couch.

Grimmjow curled his lip and frowned. It wasn't as if he hadn't been expecting Ichigo to say something about it but he had been hoping it would take longer.

"Oh come on. If you let him come over here, I'll be home more." Ichigo tried a different tactic and Grimmjow seemed to take the bait.

"Or you could just…."

"Please?"

Grimmjow looked over in to a pair of pleading chocolate eyes and it made him melt and go hard all at once. Oh, he was good. His eyes narrowed and he reached up, tangling his fingers in Ichigo's hair and pulling him close.

"Givin' me that look is fightin' dirty ya know." He whispered in a husky voice, pleased when Ichigo shivered but held his ground.

"Did it work?"

Grimmjow laughed and kissed him smartly on the mouth. "Guh, fine. But not too often."

Ichigo grinned and gripped the front of Grimmjow shirt, pulling him closer and bringing his lips back to his. "Where are you going?"

Grimmjow smirked. "Nowhere."

His tongue flicked out and ran over Ichigo's upper lip, making him shiver and reach out with his own. As the deepened the kiss, tongues fighting for space, Grimmjow's cell phone rang. He pulled away with a groan and reached for it, glad that it was close, answering it without checking who it was.

"Yeah?"

"My, are we busy or something?" Szayel sickly sweet voice came through the earpiece and Grimmjow rolled his eyes.

"Yes, I'm busy. Call during the day."

"I wanted to meet your new toy and happened to be driving by."

"Not today." Grimmjow stood up and walked away from Ichigo. "Some other time."

"But your light is on. It wouldn't take any time at all, Grimm."

Grimmjow lowered his voice. "Tomorrow, okay?"

Szayel giggled. "You promise?"

Grimmjow rolled his eyes again and sighed. "Yeah, whatever."

"Wonderful. I'll see you then."

Grimmjow hung up and pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing deeply.

"You okay?" Ichigo asked form the couch. He had watched the whole display and could almost feel Grimmjow's muscles tense from where he was seated.

"Yeah. Don't worry about it. Just someone stupid."

Ichigo frowned as Grimmjow sat back next to him, his body stiff and his arms crossed. Ichigo furrowed his brow. He had been getting into that kiss and was suddenly left wanting more but it didn't seem as if Grimmjow was in the mood anymore. He cocked an eyebrow as a wicked idea hit him. He leaned over and ran his tongue over the thick muscle of Grimmjow's neck before sinking his teeth into it. Grimmjow grunted and his arms loosened as Ichigo shifted closer, his chest now against Grimmjow's shoulder. A stray hand traced the buttons of Grimmjow's dress shirt down to the button of his dark jeans. Grimmjow licked his lips as deft fingers snuck under the waistband and dipped inside, playing lightly with the top of his boxers.

"Mmm." He hummed in encouragement.

Ichigo pulled the shirt from the pants and let his hand glide down further, lightly tracing the outline of the quickly engorging cock hidden within. His teeth scraped down Grimmjow's neck and his tongue shot out again to lave at the collarbone. Grimmjow shifted his hips and reached up to tease Ichigo's hair, only to have his hand restrained. Ichigo looked up at him and bit his lip, shaking his head.

"Hands to yerself."

Grimmjow groaned. God, he loved it when Ichigo was like this; when he took the initiative and even when he bossed him around. So fucking hot. He slowly unbuttoned Grimmjow's shirt and left it open as he continued to kiss and lick and bite at all that was exposed to him. He was careful around the scars, kissing them lightly before sinking his teeth into Grimmjow's abdomen. He was now between his open legs, his chest brushing gently against Grimmjow's erection as he continued his frontal assault.

It was hard, not touching that orange head that was so close and yet so teasingly far away from where he wanted it to be. He held back a loud groan when Ichigo finally unbuttoned his pants and looked up at him. His breathing was thick, his bottom lip clenched between his teeth, but what Ichigo did next made the groan slip out and then some. Dipping his head, Ichigo caught the metal zipper between his teeth and pulled, his eyes never leaving Grimmjow's.

"Oh fuck." He breathed when he felt Ichigo's hot breath on his cock through his boxers. He wanted to touch him so bad his hands twitched.

Ichigo grinned and pulled back a little. "You touch me and I'll stop."

"You… fuck…."

He was trying to kill him, Grimmjow was sure of it. Ichigo lowered his mouth again and began to place small kisses over the covered flesh and Grimmjow was hard pressed not to buck his hips. Just put it in yer mouth! his mind screamed as his hands fisted on the couch next to him. Ichigo giggled and then ran his tongue over the cloth, pleased when Grimmjow moaned out his name. Finally he reached up, pulling the fabric away and exposing Grimmjow to the warm air and his own hot breath. He licked his lips and looked up at Grimmjow, grinning at what he saw in the other man's eyes. Without warning he licked him from base to tip before spreading light kisses all the way back down. Back at the base he licked his way to he left side and nibbled the skin as he reached up and pulled on Grimmjow's pants.

Grimmjow's world was on fire and he barely registered that he was lifting his hips to help Ichigo get his pants down. Ichigo sucked hard, leaving behind a bruise and giggled again when Grimmjow's hips finally bucked against him. Figuring he had teased enough he engulfed him, taking him all the way down his throat in one movement and Grimmjow cried out, almost reaching out this time. As Ichigo worked his tongue, mouth and throat around the hard cock Grimmjow closed his eyes and tried to control himself. It shouldn't surprise him anymore, but too often Ichigo made him feel like some giddy, horny teenager. In a good way though.

When he finally did open his eyes, he looked down and almost came at what he saw. Ichigo was looking back at him with his mouth full and a hand hidden in the back of his tight jeans.

"Shit." Grimmjow moaned and pushed Ichigo off him.

"What…?"

Ichigo didn't have time to finish the thought as Grimmjow bent him back over the coffee table and yanked his pants off one leg.

"When did you get the lube?" Grimmjow gritted out as he positioned himself at Ichigo's entrance.

"I had it on me."

Grimmjow barked out a laugh and pushed forward, the head almost going inside the slick hole.

"You fucking planned this?"

At Ichigo's blush he groaned and snapped his hips forward. Ichigo moaned out his name and bent his knees, wrapping his legs around Grimmjow's hips. The legs of the coffee table protested but Grimmjow didn't stop, his cock pistoning in and out of Ichigo as they both filled the room with sounds of their lovemaking. Grimmjow reached for Ichigo's hips only to have his hands smacked away.

"I said no touching."

Grimmjow grinned. "Fine then."

He leaned forward, placing his hands on either side of the table for balance, and picked up his speed.

"So… fucking… hot…."

"Harder, Grimmjow."

"Fuck."

The table was going to break, he knew it but he didn't care. When Ichigo's arms slid about his neck he groaned and leaned forward, kissing him with everything he had. Ichigo came hard, tightening around Grimmjow so hard he almost pushed him out. Grimmjow didn't care anymore and grabbed Ichigo's ass, lifting him up so he could pound harder and with better control. Soon his entire body stiffened and something inside him snapped as he came, making him moan Ichigo's name over and over again. Ichigo kissed him, letting his tongue trace the contours of his lips.

"I love you."

Grimmjow groaned again and kissed him, holding him tight to his chest as the viselike grip on his heart tightened. I love you too! His mind screamed but his mouth wouldn't obey.

"Let's go clean up, ne?" He said instead, sitting back on his heels and pulling Ichigo into his lap.

Ichigo gave him sheepish smile and nodded. "Yeah."

Shit. That face, that body, everything…. Ichigo was trying to kill him.

A/N I was "inspired" to bring Tesla into this by my lovely, sexy wife *giggles and waves* Hope you all enjoy that! It should make things rather... interesting with the new additions :D Okay, heads up out there, if anyone has made fanart for SBB I would love to feature it and show it off to people. I'm sure it's all wonderful! So let me sees it :D Please?? I think that's it :D

~Penny