Chapter Thirty Eight

Something was tickling his nose and he reached up to swipe at it, thinking it was his own hair, when he realized it was the wrong color. And far too long. He blinked his eyes opened and found himself face to face with someone's nipple. He frowned but didn't have the energy to move quite yet. When he blinked his eyes upward he first noticed a chin with a thin covering of black stubble followed by a thick white bandana obscuring half of the face. Shinji's eyes widened when the realization came over him that he was cuddled up to Nnoitra and that he was surprisingly quite comfortable. He almost shook himself violently at the thought before he realized this was the perfect opportunity to see that was hiding behind that thing.

Disregarding the fact that the both of them were still quite nude and the fact that Nnoitra was halfway to being fully erect with morning wood, Shinji pushed himself up on his elbows as slowly as he could so as not to disturb the sleeping giant and reached out with his free hand to pull back the white fabric. When he pinched the bottom of the flap between his thumb and forefinger and started to pull it back a strong hand wrapped around his wrist and he almost screamed.

"The fuck ya doin'?"

"Uh…." Shinji said stupidly, his eyes wide and his body stiff. Damn it, he'd been caught. "Nothin'." Lame, Shinji. Just lame.

"You were peekin'." Nnoitra grumbled, still only half awake.

"So what. I wanna see what yer hidin'." Shinji defended, trying to pull his hand away unsuccessfully.

Nnoitra grunted and reached up with his other hand, scrubbing it over his face but careful not to move the bandana.

"Tell ya what. I'm fellin' generous this mornin' so I'll let ya see it…." He pulled Shinji on top of him and grinned. "If ya kiss me."

Shinji's mouth fell open and it was on the tip of his tongue to refuse flat out but he really wanted to see. Really wanted to know the reason for Nnoitra hiding half of his face. He frowned and bit his lip as his eyes lowered to that wide mocking grin framed with black stubble and sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Fine." He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Nnoitra's, pulling back almost instantly.

"Che, the fuck was that?"

"Yer kiss asshole."

"Nu-uhn. A real fuckin' kiss baka. With tongue and shit."

Shinji pouted, his bottom lip sticking out, his brow furrowed and Nnoitra almost laughed at the site. If he had been a different man he would have thought that Shinji looked cute like that, but he wasn't the type. Really he wasn't. He didn't like cute things… much.

Shinji leaned forward once more, his mind focused on his goal of slaking his curiosity, and he once again pressed his lips to Nnoitra's. The coarse hairs on his chin scraped at Shinji's as he licked the seam between Nnoitra's lips and he was only slightly started when that long tongue of his flicked at his own. This kiss was so different from the other's they had shared, mainly because for the most part they had either been forced or during intense sexual pleasure. It was slow, the slide of tongues lethargic almost in their movements and it made Shinji moan unconsciously and lift himself, leaning further into it. Nnoitra reached up and gripped Shinji's hips lightly, not doing anything other than holding him in place. Shinji was a great kisser and he didn't see any reason why he would keep this part of himself from any potential lover. Shinji on the other hand had forgotten why he had started kissing Nnoitra in the first place. The man was talented, he would give him that. Balancing himself on one elbow he let his other hand glide down Nnoitra's side, tickling his ribcage before running his short nails down to his hip.

Nnoitra shivered and rolled them over, pinning Shinji to the futon as he deepened the kiss, his tongue completely dominating Shinji's. Shinji whined into his mouth, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and tangling his fingers in that long black hair, tugging gently as he unconsciously ran them through the silky strands. For a brute of a man who seemed to care little for himself, let alone his appearance, his hair was surprisingly soft and well kempt. He ground his hips up into Nnoitra's, tired of the slow play and turned on enough to want more. Nnoitra would have laughed had he not felt the same exact way. He reached up, placing a hand behind Shinji's head and tilting it back, deepened the kiss as he pressed his hard length into Shinji's. He moaned and arched his back, his fingernails trailing down a taut back.

"Lube." Nnoitra pulled away to demand and Shinji sat up, turning halfway to reach behind them and grab the small box next to his television.

Nnoitra didn't even look at what he was grabbing, instead his mouth was already engaged back on Shinji's, taking full advantage of the blonds' eagerness this morning to be completely out of his normal self. He was still quite stretched from the shower sex the night before, albeit a bit sore, and Nnoitra didn't waste time in unnecessary preparations. As soon as he slipped inside he almost came, the combination of tight heat and Shinji's clamping even tighter around him, throwing back his head, arching his back and crying out with a word he didn't have to understand to know what it meant. It didn't take long for either one of them, Shinji cumming first with a loud cry of passion followed by Nnoitra's low guttural grunt and blunt teeth nipping at a stray tongue.

Shinji took a deep breath, smelling for the first time which lubricant Nnoitra had grabbed and he let out a breathy giggle.

"Bubblegum."

Nnoitra snorted and rolled over on his back to catch his breath. "Ya still wanna see?" He asked, his voice rough.

Shinji perked up at that and sat up on his elbows, nodding with a huge smile on his sex flushed face. Nnoitra grinned.

"Whatever." He said, pulling away the fabric and revealing what was hidden beneath.

Shinji's eyes widened but he kept his mouth shut. He wasn't sure what he had been expecting, but what he was faced with was pretty bad. Four perfectly spaced scars from his eyebrow to his check, scoring over his eyelid and still puckered at the edges. Nnoitra kept his eyes shut though Shinji had an idea what he would see if it were open.

"Whoa." He said simply, not sure what else to say and trying desperately not to ask the question that was currently burning a hole in his tongue. How.

Nnoitra snorted again and pulled down the bandana sitting up and resting his arms on his bent knees. The sex had made him feel good but showing that vulnerable part of himself had just about ruined it. At least Shinji hadn't giving him the same pitying look Tesla had when he had seen it. He would have punch him if he had and he didn't think that would have gone over very well.

"I got shit ta do. Lemme use yer shower."

Shinji opened his mouth to say that that was fine, still feeling too good after the sex to complain yet, but something different came out.

"How did that happen?"

Nnoitra turned a grin on him before standing to his full height. "Ya just asked ta see it. I ain't gotta tell ya how I got it." He said before walking to the bathroom and shutting the door.

Shinji frowned after him and sighed before stretching himself out on the bed. It took a total of ten seconds before he realized he had just let Nnoitra cum inside him.

"FUCK!"

Ichigo was dreaming and for the first time he was happy in his dream. Grimmjow was with him and they were sitting back, enjoying the sunny beach they were on, completely alone. It was corny and romantic, but he didn't care; it was just a dream after all. At least it was just a dream until he felt a soft tickling at his neck that translated oddly in his dream world. In his head Grimmjow had started poking him in the neck with a quill before declaring loudly that he was going to become the king of France using only that very quill. Ichigo frowned, the dream slipping away and reality coming back to him.

"You can't do that with just a quill." He muttered still more than half asleep.

Grimmjow chuckled and kissed his neck again, letting his lips just barely touch the skin. What the hell was Ichigo dreaming about now, he wondered?

"Ichigo." He whispered in his ear, blowing softly and nibbling at the lobe.

"Mmm."

Grimmjow grinned. "Good morning."

"Mmhmm."

He licked behind Ichigo's ear and his grin grew when the younger man shuddered and tried to roll over.

"Ah, ah, ah. None of that now. Can't have that gorgeous body of yers turned away from me."

Ichigo gave a half smile and tried to open his eyes, finding it far more difficult than it should have been. Grimmjow continued to kiss his neck, using only his lips and breath to stimulate the fine hairs and sensitive nerve endings. Ichigo shuddered again as he lifted his arms and dug his fingers into Grimmjow's soft blue hair. In his half dream Grimmjow's head was in his lap and he was running his fingers through his hair, smiling down at him like a love sick moron.

Outside the land of dreams Grimmjow was slowly sampling Ichigo's neck and shoulders, careful to get just a taste but enjoying that it was turning Ichigo on. He could tell, not only by the hardening member, but by the way Ichigo was breathing, his lips parted and what was once slow even breaths now coming faster; almost panting. He settled himself between Ichigo's legs comfortably, making sure no to squish anything, and continued to kiss him. Ichigo sighed contentedly but bit his lip, still finding it hard to reach wakefulness completely. In his half dream Grimmjow was tickling him again and there was something large in his lap but he couldn't see it.

"Grimmjow?" He managed to say and Grimmjow stopped kissing him long enough to look up at his face.

Ichigo's cheeks were beginning to flush and his eyes were starting to flutter open. Grimmjow grinned and placed his mouth over Ichigo's, lips barely touching.

"Yes Ichigo?"

"Am I dreamin'?"

"Not really." He couldn't stop his hips from rocking forward slightly and could have kissed Ichigo for the lovely sound he made. "Fuck, Ichi…."

Ichigo's fingers pressed into Grimmjow's scalp as he moved them and his own hips pushed back against Grimmjow's. His voice was making it both easier and harder to wake up completely but the fact that they were now sharing each others breath was intoxicating him. He may have been waking up but he was waking up drunk. Grimmjow rubbed his lips against Ichigo's as his left hand slid down his side and he gripped his hip. Ichigo's breath shuddered out into the almost kiss and his eyes fluttered open into slits.

"Grimmjow."

"Tell me Ichigo."

Ichigo sighed again and nudged his mouth against Grimmjow's. "Mmm. Grimm."

"Tell me how much you love me Ichigo." Grimmjow almost pleaded, the very thought of hearing those words again making him almost ready to cum.

Ichigo smiled and giggled a bit, his fingers losing their grip as he bit his bottom lip.

"So much. I love you so much it makes me dizzy."

It was Grimmjow's turn to shudder and his breath fanned out as Ichigo licked his lips. Say it. Say it!

"Sometimes I can't breathe right when I think about it." His eye were still closed, his breathing hitching as he spoke but the dream was almost completely gone. "It's like someone's sitting on my chest."

"Fuck." To Grimmjow, when Ichigo talked like this it was just as good as dirty talk for other couples. He was so hard at the words he was just about ready to burst.

"I never want to stop loving you Grimmjow."

That did it; those seven innocent words spilling from that gorgeous mouth had him taut as a guitar string and gushing his release between the two of them, their breath still mixing as they both now panted.

"Ichi… Ichi… fuck Ichigo…."

"Grimm… ah-uhn," He sucked his bottom lip in his mouth. "Fuck you're so hot."

Grimmjow half chuckled half groaned at that and rubbed his lips once more against Ichigo's.

"Ichigo… I-I love… what you do to me." He almost groaned when it came out. Why couldn't he just fucking say it already?

Ichigo sighed and finally opened his eyes, blinking up into Grimmjow's heavy lidded blue ones. He gave him a goofy grin before he spoke again.

"You have morning breath."

Grimmjow dropped his head to the bed and laughed quietly. "So do you asshole."

Ichigo chuckled. "Well it is morning."

"Yeah, yeah. Let's go take a shower and get ready for the day then, sunshine."

"Tch. Sunshine." Ichigo grumbled and they got out of bed and made their way to the bathroom to shower. "Don't call me that."

Grimmjow looked back at him and let his eyes rake over his perfect body, pausing briefly on his turgid cock.

"Let me take care'a that and I'll never do it again."

Ichigo snorted. "You mean you weren't gonna already?"

Grimmjow shook his head and turned back around. "Smart ass."

"So tell me again why I have to come with you?" Ichigo asked as he and Grimmjow drove around town.

"Because he said specifically to bring you. I've been missin' a lot of work because of you."

"How is that my fault?"

"Just shut up and behave. It's only gonna be tea and conversation. It's not like he asked us over for dinner."

Grimmjow's boss had asked to have tea with both Grimmjow and Ichigo once Grimmjow was feeling better before he had gotten out of the hospital and Grimmjow found himself unable to put it off any more when Aizen called and not so subtly "encouraged" him to come over that afternoon. Ichigo had wanted to spend the day just the two of them and was more than a little pissed off that that wasn't happening. Yuzu and Karin were having a slumber party that weekend so he had the whole two days to do nothing with the man he loved and he had wanted to spend every minute of it in solitude. He supposed that was a rather selfish thing to want, but he was human after all. He was allowed to be selfish every so often.

As they pulled into the driveway in front of a large western style house Ichigo had to remind himself that he was still in Japan. It looked like a painting from England, the house did and he was certain he had never seen anything like it before in person. Instantly intimidated he crossed his arms over his chest and scowled. Grimmjow parked the car near the front door and leaned across the seat to kiss Ichigo's cheek.

"Calm down. It will be over before you know it."

"Then let's hurry up and get out of the car." Ichigo grumbled.

Grimmjow chuckled and stepped out just as the front door opened and a tall thin man greeted them, showing them inside. Truth be told Ichigo was more than a little wary of meeting this man. He had heard next to nothing about him but it wasn't hard to guess that he was more than a business man, what with Grimmjow's past. Grimmjow on the other hand, while exuding a cool exterior, was nervous, an emotion he never cared to have. Aizen asking him to his family home meant that he had something he wanted from Grimmjow and that Grimmjow wasn't going to particularly like what it was. This wasn't exactly the first time this had happened.

As soon as they were let into the Lounge, Aizen stood from the imposing wingback leather chair he had been seated in and smiled at the both of them.

"How nice of you to join us, Grimmjow."

Us? Ichigo looked around the room, just then noticing a slim dark haired figure sitting to the right of where Aizen had been sitting.

"And this must be the infamous Ichigo Kurosaki."

Ichigo started and looked back at the man addressing him. "Uh, yeah. H-… nice to meet you."

"No need to be so shy." Aizen said as he gestured for the two to take their seats. He motioned to the young man beside him. "I would like to introduce you both to my son, Ulquiorra."

Again the awkward greeting between people who weren't all that eager to meet in the first place. The young man looked beyond bored, so much so that he had completely checked out, an almost blank look on his face making large green eyes look even larger. They made Ichigo uncomfortable and his eyes kept returning to that face and wondering if it were in fact a real person and not some wax doll or something. If he hadn't seen the young man move and heard him speak already he would have thought that very likely.

Grimmjow and Aizen kept up the majority of the conversation, speaking of trivial things like the weather and the recent soccer game. Ichigo had no interest in either and silently willed all the tea in the house to wither so they could leave. The entire house felt… off for some reason and he didn't want to stay long enough to find out what that reason was. The young man with the creepy emotionless face kept flicking glances at him and if he wasn't mistaken there was a slight look of disapproval in those large green orbs. Tch, like he cared about what this person, or any other person for that matter, thought of him. He felt like he had been there for hours but it had probably been barely a half an hour when he had the sudden urge to evacuate his bladder.

"Uhm, excuse me. Can I use your bathroom?" He asked politely, waiting for an opening in the conversation. He didn't want his behavior to look bad on Grimmjow in any way.

"Of course. Ulquiorra, would you please show our young friend to the lavatory?"

The young green eyed man stood without a word and led the way out of the room, a slightly reluctant Ichigo following him. Aizen waited until the door was shut before his demeanor changed and he leaned back in his chair, a partially sinister smile on his lips.

"You seem to be having some trouble at work." He stated in what anyone else would have termed a pleasant voice.

Grimmjow knew better than to deny it but he had still hoped that Aizen didn't know about it yet.

"I'm fixing it as we speak." He stated plainly, avoiding Aizen's eyes as he took a sip of his bitter tea.

"Yes, I would assume so, but you do realize just how much money is missing, correct?"

"Yes, sir."

"And what if some of our clients were to want to cash out suddenly? Where do you think that missing money would be filled in from?"

"I understand, sir. I will have the problem fixing as soon as I can. I have Szayel working on the problem already."

Aizen seemed to brighten slightly at this and a single thin eyebrow arched just a touch.

"Ah, well then. I see you have chosen the perfect man for the job." He paused in his speech to take a sip from his tea before settling back in his chair with another slow smile. "I was surprised to hear that your secretary had resigned. I congratulated her on her upcoming wedding, but it seems you are in the market for a new one."

Grimmjow closed his eyes, hoping this wasn't going where he pretty much knew it was.

"Yes, I've already started taking resumes…."

"There will be no need for that. Ulquiorra will fill the position."

Grimmjow sent him a heated glare before looking away and grinding his teeth. Ichigo and Ulquiorra chose that moment to return and the conversation returned to a relatively normal one. Luckily it didn't last much longer and Grimmjow and Ichigo excused themselves, trying not to appear as if they were fleeing.

"That kid isn't really his son is it?"

Grimmjow shrugged, pulling into a drive thru to order some greasy food. He liked to eat bad food when he was pissed off.

"Creepy. So is your boss always like that?"

"Let's just talk about something else, okay?" Grimmjow snapped and Ichigo sighed.

"Fine."

He waited while Grimmjow ordered and inhaled his food, barely taking the time to chew it, before sighing again, this time looking out the window.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Obviously something." Grimmjow huffed out a breath. "What do ya wanna do?"

Ichigo was silent a moment as he thought before replying quietly. "Can we go for a long drive?"

Grimmjow shook his head. "Yeah, whatever you want."

They had barely been on the freeway five minutes before Ichigo smirked at his reflection in the window and turned to Grimmjow, his hand slowly reaching down to unbuckle himself.

"Promise you won't crash and kill us both?" He asked, his voice taking on a low sultry sound.

Grimmjow's eyes widened and he turned to look at Ichigo, large brown eyes peering at him full of lust and promise.

"What?" He said stupidly before glancing at the road to make sure he was actually on the right side.

Ichigo didn't answer, instead he reached down and unbuttoned Grimmjow's pants, pulling the zipper down as soon as he was done with that. Grimmjow sucked in his breath when he realized what Ichigo was doing and he continued to stare wide eyed between the orange head descending into his lap and the road that he should have been giving his full attention. Ichigo slipped his hand inside Grimmjow's underwear and pulled his half hard member out, grinning and humming his pleasure when he saw it. Grimmjow bit his lip so shocked and excited at what Ichigo was about to do that he didn't give two shits if they got pulled over for it. Ichigo was too focused on the cock in front of him to notice Grimmjow's reaction but he still heard the deep groan he let out when his lips finally closed over the head and he began to suck.

"Oh shit."

Ichigo chuckled with his mouth full and began to bob his head, one hand awkwardly holding him up on Grimmjow's thigh and the other barely resting on the seat near his ass. His tongue curled and his lips pursed as he moved, making the best of the tight space he was in. His head kept bumping the steering wheel but that didn't stop Grimmjow from cursing almost the entire time.

"Fuck Ichigo. Shit, yes. Oh God you have no idea how fucking hot you make me. Don't stop. Don't fucking stop."

Ichigo almost pulled back to tell him he had no intention of stopping until he tasted cum on the back of his tongue, but thought that might have been a bit cruel to do. When he felt the first pulse in Grimmjow's cock followed by a loud groan he knew it was almost time and he slowed his movements but sucked harder as he moved up and down his cock, releasing the head to lap at it with his tongue before taking it back in to the hilt once again.

"Oh fuck!"

Grimmjow threw back his head and tried desperately to keep his eyes open as he came, the sounds of Ichigo sucking him dry and swallowing every drop making him want to cum forever. As soon as he was able to pulled to the side of the road and pulled Ichigo off his lap, crushing his lips against Ichigo's swollen ones and kissing him deeply.

"Sh-shit Ichigo." He panted as he nipped at those lips. "Shit."

"Do you feel better now?" Ichigo asked, licking his lips as he pulled back and put Grimmjow back together. "I know I do."

Grimmjow let his head fall back again and closed his eyes, his body trembling with too many emotions and sensations to name them all.

"Fuck." Was his only answer to that.

"Hey, since you're all tired now, can I drive?"

Grimmjow laughed and shook his head before he looked into Ichigo's smiling brown eyes.

"That had better not be your reason for givin' me road head."

Ichigo just smiled. "So can I?"

He let his eyes roam over Ichigo and wondered how on earth he had been lucky enough to get this young man's affection, not to mention his love.

"Yeah, just don't kill us."

Ichigo grinned and hoped out of the car, practically pulling Grimmjow out of his seat when he got to the other side. He hardly ever got to drive.

"Just sit back and relax. I know a place we can go for the rest of the day."

Without another word Ichigo pulled the car back onto the freeway and began to drive, his eyes dutifully on the road and both hands on the wheel. Grimmjow just smiled at him until he felt his eyes drift closed and the sounds of the engine lull him to sleep.

A/N YAY Another chapter! And some hot GrimmIch, ne? I'm exhausted so I'm off to lala land to dream up more fun stuff for future chapters :D Love ya Duckies!

~Penny