Chapter Thirty Six

Nnoitra threw himself on the bowed out couch and sighed. Fucker was trying to kill him, he was sure of it. For someone as lazy as he was it was ridiculous how much effort he could put out if he was actually interested in something. And when it came to explosives Starrk was definitely interested.

"Thanks for helping out with this, Nnoi-san."

"I'm only doin' it 'cos ya said ya could help me out."

Starrk nodded and yawned. "Yeah, I did say that."

Starrk owned a demolition company that had been hired to down four buildings in two days. That may not have seemed like a lot of work to Nnoitra when he had agreed to help, but he was dog tired and they had barley made the deadline of two buildings down a that day. He had no idea how much work, how much time and effort went to placing explosives properly and he was glad he only had one more day of this.

"So, give it up then. Ya said ya know somethin' 'bout these people."

"Yeah, I know of the Junichi guy but I've met the brother before." Yawn. "Kind of an asshole punk. Then he got his tongue cut out by that Ichimaru guy and he suddenly thinks he's high society. I don't get that…." He trailed off as he scratched the top of his head and picked something out of his teeth with a toothpick.

"And…." Nnoitra prompted irritably.

"Oh, right. So you say the last bit of information you got was that they were living in Kyoto, right?" Nnoitra nodded and slouched further into the couch. "Well I can place them in Osaka less than a month ago but a little birdie told me that they are staying in three separate places. One outside of Tokyo, one in the Park Hotel and one was on a boat that sometimes docks around Tokyo Bay and Harbor."

All that talking seemed to have worn the man out and his eyes slid closed as his body seemed to sink in to the couch he was on.

"Right, thanks." Nnoitra said distractedly. At least he had a few places to look now. It shouldn't be hard if the information is correct to get this whole thing over quickly. He might even get to shoot someone, he thought with a grin.

"Better get some sleep. We have to get up at dawn for the next job."

"Tch. I think I'm over payin' ya." Nnoitra replied but he was too tired to put much fight behind it. Not that his comment made any difference, as Starrk was already drooling and snoring.

For a man who made a fairly good living blowing things up one would have thought he'd have a bed or two. Or a bedroom for that matter. Nnoitra had asked him once why he lived in such a shitty place. The dark haired man had smiled and said, "Don't have children with crazy women."

That still didn't make much sense to him, but he didn't care to ask anything more. He made himself as comfortable as he could on the too short couch and closed his eye, sleep claiming him almost instantly.

Shinji let Szayel in and went directly to his kitchen to set a pot of water to boil. He knew the routine, knew that he was supposed to pretend that they were actually going to have tea and wait for Szayel to make his move. His blood was rushing in his ears at the excitement. Not necessarily for the person he was with, he didn't particularly like nor dislike the attractive pink haired man, but for the situation he had put himself in. It had been so long since he had had a one night stand, that was fully his own choice anyway. He wasn't there for more than thirty seconds before Szayel was behind him.

"I'm a terrible person." Szayel said, turning Shinji around with one hand on his shoulder. "I have no intention of drinking tea with you."

"Yeah I kinda figured." Shinji replied. He smirked and leaned against the counter, reaching behind him to shut off the hot plate. "So what did you have in mind?"

Szayel smiled. "I was hoping to catch a drink of something else."

"Oh yeah?" Shinji said with a cocked eyebrow. Oh hell yes! It was about damn time someone showed an interest in him that wasn't a big pushy bastard about it.

Szayel slid his finger down the front of Shinji's shirt. "Are you a clean boy?" He asked in a husky voice that gave Shinji that melting and freezing feeling he had gotten in the car.

"Of course. I've been tested recently."

Szayel hummed as he began to unbutton Shinji's shirt. "Good. As have I."

When the shirt was opened Szayel grinned. "Oh my, look at those. Brand new too."

"So what are you lookin' for?" It was best to get to the point of it. A fuck was a fuck, he didn't need to play around any more tonight.

Szayel smirked. "Why don't you take a seat and I'll show you?"

With a wide grin of anticipation Shinji walked confidently to the couch and sat down, looking up at Szayel who stood between his legs before kneeling down and leaning forward.

"Such beautiful white skin." He murmured, running his fingers lightly down Shinji's chest, avoiding the slightly reddened nipples.

Shinji shivered but said nothing, watching a pair of long fingers carefully untuck and finish unbuttoning his shirt. Nnoitra hadn't been nearly this gentle with him and he did like to be treated like this on occasion but it had always left him wanting. Still, not wanting to push, he let Szayel work to unbutton the front of his slacks and slowly unzip them. He sighed when the cloth was pulled away and his thin briefs were exposed. Szayel smiled and kissed the smooth skin below Shinji's navel, his lips soft and plump. He continued kissing, the palm of his hand now slowly bringing Shinji's cock to life. Shinji closed his eyes and let his head fall back. He couldn't remember the last time someone had sucked him off. The second those sweet fingers pulled away the fabric of his underwear Shinji's pocket vibrated, startling both of them.

"Shit. Sorry 'bout that. I fergot that was in there." Shinji said with a sheepish grin as he reached in his pocket to pull the phone out. After a brief glance he sighed. "Fuck. Hold on."

It was his mother and if she were calling at this time it meant that it was important. He put the phone to his ear and wasn't even given the time to say hello before an over bright voice called out in German, "Shin-chan! You'll never believe who just showed up! A day early too."

Oh, no. He had forgotten that his grandparents were coming into town and he sighed, rubbing his hands over his face and replying in German.

"Are they there right now?"

Szayel cocked an eyebrow at the sudden change of language but said nothing, his reaction going unnoticed.

"On their way. Are ya busy? I need ya here, Shin-chan."

Shinji sighed again and looked down at Szayel who was carefully examining his fingernails.

"Alright. I'll be ready when ya get here."

He hung up and Szayel looked up at him with a smile. "Other plans?"

"Family shit. Sorry, but…."

"How long do you have?" He asked, reaching out with his index finger and running it down the hard cock in front of him.

"Uh, like fifteen minutes."

Szayel grinned. "Plenty of time. I'm quite good you know."

Shinji gave an amused chuckle. "Sure why not." He said with a wave of his hand and watched those pale fingers reveal him once again.

Not wasting time, Szayel leaned forward and sucked Shinji into his mouth, tongue working to get the quickest response possible. Shinji bit his lip and closed his eyes once more. He certainly hadn't been lying. It seemed that with a few practiced licks and sucks Shinji was panting and on the verge of orgasm.

"Ah, sh-shit…. Cumming…."

Szayel pulled back with a hard suck and angled Shinji's cock at his own belly. A few jerks of his hand and Shinji came all over himself. After a few quick breaths Shinji stood and walked to the bathroom to clean himself up, listening to the sound of the sink in the kitchen as Szayel apparently did the same. The orgasm had been great but the experience on a whole had lacked any sort of emotion beyond a certain needed level of lust. It was one of the reasons Shinji didn't do things like this very often. Anymore that is. He liked a bit more intimacy than was needed for things like this. Even with Nnoitra, though he would never have admitted it, there had been something there. He had ignored it, but it had still been there. A spark of something he didn't want to analyze. After fixing his shirt he walked back out and smiled at Szayel.

"Sorry 'bout havin' ta bail like this." He said, filling a bag with a couple pairs of clothes.

"Not a problem at all. Perhaps in the future we may finish what we started." The look in his eyes made Shinji wonder if this guy was who he was pretending to be, but he really didn't care. His mother would be there any minute and he wanted to be downstairs when she got there.

"Yeah, that'd be cool."

Szayel bid him goodbye and walked down to his car, settling himself behind the wheel before letting a large grin stretch his lips. Things had worked out a bit better than he had planned, he thought to himself as he started the engine and backed out of the parking spot. He had been looking for someone to help him out with a little experiment he was conducting and now he had the perfect excuse to see the younger blond man again. He most likely wouldn't even be that hard to convince into helping. He laughed quietly as he drove, turning on his stereo and letting the heavy bass make his skin vibrate. He needed a club, some willing partners and a little alcohol to keep everyone satisfied. And he knew exactly where to go to get everything he needed.

Nnoitra had been conspicuously absent for the last couple days and Shinji again wondered why that bothered him. He didn't want to think about that asshole, but he caught himself more than three times that day, staring off and wondering about what could have caused that reaction the other day.

"Shinji!"

"What?!" Shinji looked down from the top of the ladder he was on at Ichigo and sighed.

"You've been spacing out all day. Probably not a good idea when you're on top of a ladder, baka."

Ichigo was right, Shinji needed to focus. They had fourteen dead lights they had to replace and they still had the cleaning to do before the two new dancers showed. He had decided it would be best to hire more than just Tesla and as much as he hadn't particularly liked any of the others, Luppi had been the best of the lot so he had been hired as well. They were due in less than an hour so that they could fill out paperwork and get ready.

"Sorry."

"Are your grandparents gone yet?" Ichigo asked as he handed Shinji a light bulb.

Shinji shook his head. "They're leavin' tamorrow mornin'. Poor okaachan is alone with 'em right now."

"Well you have to work. I hate to say this but she needs to learn to deal with them on her own. What's gonna happen if you move someday?" Ichigo asked as he handed up another bulb.

"Yeah, yeah. I can't help lovin' my okaachan though."

Ichigo rolled his eyes but kept his mouth shut. He had his own shit to deal with lately and it came in the form of a pink haired man. Grimmjow had spent the last two days cooped up in his office at work with Szayel and it wasn't helping with Ichigo's jealousy one bit. They came back to the condo together, usually whispering about whatever project it was they were working on and when Ichigo asked about it he was told, in so many words, to mind his own business. He wanted to hit both of them and it left a cold feeling in his gut. Was Grimmjow already cheating on him? Was Szayel really someone to worry about? Or was he just completely overreacting to the entire situation? He sighed deeply and handed up another bulb to Shinji. The whole situation was fucked and he wasn't about to ask Grimmjow about it. Knowing him he'd get a laugh followed by something like, "Don't be fuckin' stupid."

By the time the lights were changed and the front of the club was sparkling Tesla and Luppi had showed up for work.

Grimmjow had wanted to surprise Ichigo by showing up at the club to see him dance, but he hadn't been able to get out there until that Friday. He had been aching to see him dance again, aching to see him tear each piece of clothing off knowing that he was thinking about him. Or at least he hoped he was thinking about him. Ichigo had been acting strange the past couple of days but he hadn't said anything about it to him yet. He wasn't really sure how to even bring something like that up anyway. And what if he was wrong and Ichigo had just really been in the mood for some rough angry sex? It wasn't that he was complaining, but he still couldn't shake the feeling that he was a little… off lately.

Nnoitra being with him was nice, they hadn't gone out for a while and he knew that the other was looking forward to seeing Blondie even if he didn't admit to it. Tonight he just wanted to sit back with a beer, forget about the trouble at work and Szayel's stupid comments about his love life, and watch his boyfriend strip his clothes off for a crowd of eager men knowing he was the only one who could lay his hands on him. He grinned at that, staring off at a little spot on the counter of the bar. He couldn't wait to get the Strawberry back home.

Nnoitra was sipping his beer when he almost spit it out suddenly and hunched over.

"Oh, no fuckin' way." He muttered, apparently trying to appear smaller than he was.

"What the fuck'er you doin'?" Grimmjow asked, taking another sip of beer.

"Tryin' ta be inconspicuous."

Grimmjow snorted. "Yeah, 'cuz a six foot seven Japanese man with an eye patch can totally be inconspicuous."

"Fuck you."

"Why are you tryin' ta hide?"

Nnoitra looked over his shoulder and shuddered, nodding his head in the direction he was looking. Grimmjow searched and nearly spit out his beer as well when he noticed what his friend had been looking at. Or rather, who.

"Oh fuck, yer fan club is here."

"Fuck you."

"You sound like a broken record, dude." Nnoitra just continued to glare at him, shooting furtive glances over his shoulder at the small blond man standing by the stage.

To both of their surprise Shinji walked up to the young man and hugged him, his arms draping lightly over thin hips. Nnoitra's mouth dropped open comically and Grimmjow would have laughed if Ichigo hadn't walked up and that moment and started talking to the two blondes cheerily.

"We fuckin' stepped inta the Twilight Zone." Nnoitra muttered.

The three young men were surrounded by admirers and it didn't take long for them to untangle themselves to walk backstage, but not before Shinji did something that had Nnoitra sputtering, not sure if he should be angry, happy, and really, really freaked out. Shinji turned to the other blond man and held his face in his hands, seeming to look at his face closely before he smiled widely and kissed his cheek. The other blond blushed and together they walked back stage.

"Ho-ly fuck." Grimmjow said, shaking his head. "I think yer right. Next thing we know Ichigo's gonna run out here in a dress and claim he's always been a woman."

Nnoitra snorted. He opened his mouth to say something when the music suddenly changed and the announcer started to call out to the assembly.

"Welcome back all you sexy men, are you ready for a load of eye candy?" The crowd cheered and Grimmjow shook his head. "We got a couple new faces tonight, so go a little easy on them alright. First up we have the always gorgeous, always sexy, always Solid Gold!"

Nnoitra perked up at that and turned around to face the stage. There was a hush as the slow eerie music began to play and the lights went dark. Suddenly a feminine voice began to sing and a heavy but low bass vibrated the walls of the club. Shinji's body was silhouetted near the end of the stage. He was moving slowly his arms waving sensuously, his hips pulsing. When the beat changed, speeding up slightly and the bass began to pulse louder, the lighting changed again, soft and yellow, gilding the edges of Shinji's creamy skin. Every move he made was deliberate, slow, sensual. He pulled off one article of clothing teasingly, letting the men catch a peek before closing it off and then letting the article fall.

With his back to the middle pole his slid down an arm above his head and his legs spreading wide as he bit his lip and dropped his last piece of clothing. Once he was standing in only a thin white thong, slinked to the end of the stage, grabbing the pole at the end and leaning out before spinning and with a graceful kick he jumped up, wrapping his legs around the pole as he let his body slink down and his back arch. He reached up once more, grabbing the pole and to the surprise of a few newcomers, including Nnoitra, Shinji did the splits upside down as he hung by one hand from the pole, his other hand just barely touching the stage. He spun down the pole, and slowly go to his feet, teasing the crowd a bit as he played with his thong and slowly made his way to the other side of the stage. Suddenly the song was over and the room was plunged in to darkness.

Not missing a beat the announcer called out the name of the next dancer but Nnoitra wasn't listening. He was sorely tempted to walk backstage himself, throw Shinji over his shoulder and fuck him in the back alley. That… that was just too hot. He missed the next two dancers because of his daydreaming but when Ichigo's stage name was called out Grimmjow hit him in the arm, a huge grin on his face. He hadn't seen Ichigo dance since before they had broken up and he was definitely looking forward to this. He was surprised a bit at the choice of music but it made him grin just the same.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. No good boys ever go to Heaven."

Ichigo came out in a dark business suit, his mask in place over his face, this time jet black like almost everything else he was wearing. His hips twitched and his body undulated to the catchy tune, a easy smile on his lips, as he playfully pulled at the lapels before finally tossing the suit jacket off, reaching for the dark purple tie and loosening it before pulling it away and lowering his hands to his black slacks. Those too fell with ease as he made his way to the end of the stage, bucking his hips lewdly and playfully at the men in the crowd. His dress shirt hung low, covering his thong and when he finally reached his hands up to unbutton it Grimmjow wanted to jump up on stage with him and help him out of it. It wasn't until that too dropped that he realized just how fucking sexy the color purple was. There stood Ichigo in nothing but a neon purple thong, thick black backwards six tattoo almost glaring in contrast of his slightly tanned skin and Grimmjow was sure that he was the sexiest thing that had ever lived. Too soon the song was over and Ichigo was running off stage, but not without a backwards glace at the bar. He thought he had seen Grimmjow there and smiled when he discovered he was right. He would have winked if it hadn't been for the mask and settled with a small wave and a deep flush.

Heads turned in the direction Ichigo had gestured and Grimmjow practically puffed out his chest with pride. That was his. Another surprise of the evening, Ichigo exited shortly after finishing his routine and walked confidently to the bar and sat next to Grimmjow.

"I'm on break." He said cheerfully before leaning forward and kissing Grimmjow. It wasn't even a small innocent kiss, it was deep and needy and he was half tempted to drag him outside. Ichigo pulled back from the kiss and placed his lips at Grimmjow's ear. "Wanna go outside?"

Grimmjow almost came in his pants right then and there and he almost didn't hear Nnoitra laugh next to him. Apparently it had been written all over his face and without answering he grabbed Ichigo's hand and pulled him in to the alley behind the club. He pushed Grimmjow against the wall a ways down the alley and kissed him again before pulling back.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" He asked, reaching for Grimmjow's belt buckle.

"I wanted to surprise you. Holy… shit are you doing what I think yer doing?"

Ichigo just grinned and kissed his cheek. "I don't have much time so just let me do this, okay?"

"Shi…."

He didn't have time to finish the thought before Ichigo was on his knees and his cock was in his mouth. That wonderful fucking dirty mouth. Grimmjow's head dropped back and he groaned loudly, the music from inside drowning it out. He didn't last long but it didn't matter because it was still fantastic. Ichigo stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and smiling sheepishly. He kissed Grimmjow chastely on the mouth and whispered, "I love you." before he ran back inside leaving Grimmjow weak kneed and exposed in the alley.

Nnoitra almost got out of the club without being seen and would have managed it had it not been for the stupid asshole in front of the door blocking his way. He had been just about the push the idiot out of his way when he heard it.

"Nnoitra-sama!"

"Shit."

Then he heard a laugh that made his eyes widen. "Sama?"

He spun around to see Tesla, big stupid eyes staring up at him adoringly, standing next to Shinji. He sneered and stood to his full intimidating height.

"Yo, Blondie." He said, ignoring Tesla.

"Oh, you know Shin-chan? He's a wonderful person, isn't he, Nnoitra-sama."

"Stop callin' me that." Nnoitra snapped, crossing his arms over his chest.

Shinji snorted. He was having trouble containing himself, not sure if he wanted to be amused or pissed off and not even sure why he wanted to be pissed off in the first place.

"Oh yeah, we know each other." Shinji said, mimicking Nnoitra's stance unconsciously.

"I've known Nnoitra-sama since I was fifteen. That's when I fell in love with him."

Shinji couldn't hold it back anymore and he let out a barking laugh. "Ya… ya love this asshole?"

Tesla frowned. "He's a great man, Shin-chan. You should really get to know him better."

"No thanks. I think I know him well enough." He dropped his arms to his sides and cocked a hip.

Tesla returned his attention back to Nnoitra. "Are you here for me? Are you coming over again tonight?"

Shinji's eyes narrowed and he grit his teeth. So Nnoitra was seeing Tesla? And he was still trying to force himself on him? He hated things like that, even if they weren't dating it was nice to know if someone you had slept with sleeping with others. Of course he should have known better.

"Well then, I'll just leave ya two to it then." He said, his voice coming out far angrier than he had meant it to. He walked away, trying to ignore it when Nnoitra called after him.

"Oi! Blondie!"

"Nnoitra-sama…"

"Stop callin' me that ya stupid little faggot!" He leaned forward, pissed that Tesla had most likely made it even harder for him to get back closer to Shinji. "Ya ain't nothing but a fuck and ya ain't even good at it. I don't like you so back the fuck off."

"But…." Tesla started, tears swimming in his eyes.

"Fuck!" Nnoitra spun around and left the club, wanting only at that point to get as far away from Tesla as possible.

Shinji stormed backstage and threw himself in to his chair, his face marred in a frown and his body radiating anger. Why did it piss him off so much?! Nnoitra hadn't meant anything to him. Sure it was a great fuck, several actually, but it hadn't meant anything so why was he so angry about this?

"Shinji what's wrong?" Ichigo asked, taking a seat next to him.

Shinji looked up, startled a bit before he sighed and shook himself. "Nothing. I just ran in to that giant freak out there and he pissed me off."

"You shouldn't let him get to you so much." Ichigo said, his entire body glowing.

"Oh my God, ya sucked him off in the alley again didn't ya?"

Yumi looked up from his primping and scooted closer. "Again? My, my Ichigo you sure are getting brave."

"Shut up." Ichigo blushed but he couldn't find it in himself to be ashamed of what he had done.

The rest of the night passed without incident save for everyone having to console an apparently distraught Tesla. Ichigo left a few hours later with Grimmjow, the both of them having eyes only for each other as they walked to his car. Shinji sighed and almost jumped when Yumi spoke form behind him.

"They are cute aren't they?" Shinji snorted and Yumi chuckled. He reached up and ran a finger down the back of his neck. "You should give me a call soon, Shin-chan." He leaned forward and dropped his voice a bit. "I've missed playing with you."

Shinji repressed a shiver and turned to look at him, a small grin on his face. "Yeah. That'd be cool." He said before taking off in the direction of his apartment.

Yumi watched him leave and sighed. Things with Ikkaku were getting worse every day and he could use a little stress relief. He knew Shinji was good for that and hoped he would be getting a call soon.

Shinji hadn't been home more than five minutes before there was a knock on his door. He sighed, guessing it to be one of two people at this point and almost hoping it was the pink haired man. He wasn't surprised, however, when he opened the door and saw Nnoitra standing there.

"Yo." He said before pushing inside and sitting on the couch.

"Why aren't ya with Tesla? I'm sure he'd forgive ya fer what ya said to him in a heart beat he's so hung up on ya."

Nnoitra groaned. "I hate that little faggot." He muttered almost to himself. Shinji tried to walk passed him but was stopped when Nnoitra' reached up and grabbed his arm, pulling him forcefully into his lap and grabbing his chin. He lifted Shinji's head harshly and squinted his eye before grinning. "No bruise, huh? Yer tougher than I thought."

Shinji snorted and tried to get up. "Maybe ya aren't as strong as ya thought."

To his intense surprise Nnoitra kissed his neck, light gentle kisses spread across where a bruise would have been had it actually left its mark. Shinji shuddered and closed his eyes. Suddenly Nnoitra bounced his hips and chuckled.

"Let's fuck."

Shinji groaned and pushed back, trying again to get away. "Fuck ya sure know how ta kill a mood before it starts."

Nnoitra just laughed and let the blond go. He hadn't been hit or assaulted yet and Shinji hadn't even started calling him names. As far as he was concerned he was back in and he couldn't stop the grin if he had wanted to.

Ichigo didn't even wait for the door to be shut before he was again attacking Grimmjow. Not that he was complaining, by any means. They clumsily made their way to the bedroom, stripping off clothing as they went and touching, kissing, tasting each other as they went. Grimmjow pushed Ichigo down on the bed and fell between his legs, pulling off the purple thong he was still wearing and diving down to nip at the tattoo he loved so much. Ichigo moaned and let his head fall back when Grimmjow's strong fingers wrapped around his already hard length. When Grimmjow wrapped his lips around him he though he would combust.

"Gri-ah, fuck." Ichigo let out and reached behind him for the bottle of lube sitting on the night stand.

Grimmjow took it from him, his mouth still engaged on his cock, and slathered his fingers up. They had been intimate so often lately that he didn't have to do much to prepare Ichigo, slipping two fingers inside him easily. Ichigo arched his back, gripping the sheets and titling his hips a bit. In no time three fingers were pounding into him and he was cumming in Grimmjow mouth. Grimmjow didn't have time to think if he should swallow before he fucked this kid stupid or kiss him with it still in his mouth like Ichigo seemed to like so much. Ichigo made the decision for him, sitting up and latching onto his mouth, practically sucking every last drop out of his mouth.

He pushed Grimmjow to the bed and straddled him, reaching back to position his cock at his twitching entrance and lowered himself slowly. Grimmjow groaned and licked his lips.

"Ichigo." He breathed, reaching up and pulling him close once more, tangling his fingers in that soft spiky hair.

Ichigo whined and did his best at fucking himself on Grimmjow's cock, rising and falling above him at a ruthless speed. Grimmjow bucked his hips, hitting Ichigo's prostate and making him loose his balance. He rolled them over and continued to move, keeping the pace Ichigo had set for them. He grabbed one of Ichigo's legs by the knee and spread it wide

"Oh fuck. Gri… Grimmjow. Fuck." Ichigo panted, his head going fuzzy and his vision darkening around the edges.

"Shit, Ichigo. You feel so good." Grimmjow groaned, picking up his speed as he fell his peak getting closer.

"Ha-harder." Ichigo pleaded and Grimmjow complied, ramming his cock inside him so hard it almost hurt him.

When Ichigo tightened around him he lost it, cumming hard and crying out his name before falling to the bed beside him and pulling him close into a deep kiss. Ichigo returned it, his hands gripping his shoulders to make him come even closer.

"Fuck, Ichigo. You make me so hot." Grimmjow panted.

"Yeah." Ichigo agreed, making Grimmjow chuckle. "G'night." he said sleepily.

"We really gotta work on keepin' you awake after sex, Ichigo."

Ichigo nodded, his eyes already closed and his breathing almost even. Grimmjow kissed the side of his head and snuggled closer to him, letting his own eye drift closed and sleep take him.

A/N YAY! I got another one out :D This one is dedicated to Storm with wishes of a speedy recovery. Love ya Duckie!! Come back to us soon and draw more smexy men, m'kay? The songs the boys were dancing to were: In For The Kill (Skreams Let's Get Ravey Remix) by La Roux for Shinji and a last minute change of Wunderland By Lady Gaga for Ichigo. Hope everyone enjoyed this and guess what? We've almost hit the fantastic 1000!! I'm so excited I'm thinking about adding it to the list of celebrations for this weekend, lol. I love you all and hopefully I can get another update out quickly :D Hugs and love!

~Penny