Chapter Thirty Nine

"What?! No way!"

Grimmjow took a deep breath and tried again. Ichigo was acting like a child but he could sort of understand how he felt. He wasn't exactly looking forward to meeting his family but he wanted to get it out of the way as quickly as possible.

"Just have them come pick you up here so they can see where you're living now and… you know, meet me and stuff." He wasn't too sure about the last part, but he knew it had to happen some time. There really was no point in putting it off, but they could definitely wait on revealing their relationship. Both Ichigo and Grimmjow weren't ready for that quite yet. The boys' family didn't even know he was a stripper.

"Oh yeah, 'cause that would go over real fuckin' well. 'Hey dad, Yuzu, this is Grimmjow. I live with him and sleep with him in his bed and guess what? We fucked on the coffee table last week! Who wants dinner?'"

Grimmjow snorted before barking out a laugh. "Who the fuck would say it like that? Don't be stupid." He crossed the kitchen to stand next to Ichigo by the stove and kissed the side of his head. "Would you rather me go over there to meet them? That would look kinda weird. Like yer bringin' yer girlfriend home er somethin'."

Ichigo groaned. He was so not looking forward to either scenario, knowing full well that one of his siblings, but most likely his father, would embarrass the hell out of him. He wasn't nearly ready to tell them that he was dating a guy and even if Karin already knew about it he knew she wasn't going to tell anyone any time soon. Most likely no one would care, or his dad would throw a fit about not getting any grandchildren. He knew the problem wouldn't be so much about him being with a guy at all with Yuzu but more with the fact that he hadn't told her. He sighed and rested his head on Grimmjow's shoulder.

"This sucks."

"Aw, c'mon. Could be worse. I could be Nnoi."

Ichigo scowled. "Don't even joke about that."

"Look, we should just get it over with as soon as possible, alright?"

Ichigo sighed and wrapped his arms around Grimmjow's waist. "You know, sometimes you sound like an old wise man and other times you sound like a big kid. I don't get it."

"Are you calling me old?"

Ichigo chuckled and buried his face in Grimmjow's neck. "Oh yeah. You're so old."

It was supposed to be a lazy Sunday for the both of them and they were taking as much advantage of it as they possibly could. After Saturday's less than agreeable afternoon tea time with Grimmjow's boss and Ichigo's daring actions in the car, he had driven them to the closest beach he knew of and they had spent the rest of the day just meandering up and down in the sand, talking. The beach had been relatively empty and they were glad for that, finding it easy to sneak little kisses here and there when no one was around, even going so far as to holding hands for a while, surprisingly initiated by Grimmjow himself. Ichigo had turned bright red when he did it and Grimmjow had laughed at him as their fingers linked. Even after spending the majority of the week jealous as he had never been before, Ichigo was on cloud nine at that moment and wished it could last forever.

When they had gotten home to find the house empty they again took advantage of their situation, curling up on the couch and watching a couple movies, cuddling, making out and finally making love. It was rare for them to take things slow, usually because they either didn't have time or were too tired to want to take things slow, but they had no excuses this time and Grimmjow had shown Ichigo just how wonderful it could be to caress and love each other for hours instead of just jumping right in to the sex. Trembling and barely able to walk afterwards, Grimmjow had had to practically carry Ichigo to bed.

Ichigo began to nibble on Grimmjow's neck, licking at the smooth skin before sighing again and leaning back so he could look Grimmjow in the eyes.

"I'm hungry."

Grimmjow laughed, having expected something else entirely to come out of Ichigo's mouth, and shook his head. "Why don't you cook somethin' up while I go check on a few things."

Ichigo frowned. "What things? This is our day."

"I know this is our day, I just want to see how Szayel is progressing…." He stopped at the look on Ichigo's face when he sad the other man's name. "What?"

"Nothing." Ichigo pulled out of Grimmjow's arms and walked to the refrigerator.

"It's not nothing. Quit acting like a girl."

"Whatever."

Grimmjow opened his mouth to comment on Ichigo's sudden mood change when the phone rang. Sighing he left the kitchen to answer it.

"Grimm I have wonderful news for you." Szayel's crisp, clear voice greeted him.

"Good, make it quick."

"Oh, are you busy with something?"

Grimmjow pinched the bridge of his nose and walked into the bedroom so Ichigo wouldn't hear him. "Nothing, Ichigo's all pissy right now and I think it's your fault."

"My fault! Whatever did I do to him?"

"I have no idea. So what is it you wanted to tell me?"

"Oh, well it seems that the computer used to make the wire transfers is located in a building not far from your office. Ever heard of the Yamada Corporation? I seriously doubt it's anyone working there that is doing this to you but it's definitely happening from that building. I'd have your watcher get on that Monday."

"I'll tell Nnoi about it then. He will love that he has a bit more to do now."

"I'm sure that man would love to just barge in there and demand that whoever it was step forward so he could beat the shit out of them, but remind him that he needs to be a bit more subtle about things. If whoever is doing this gets wind that we have found some information about them they will flee and we're stuck starting completely over. That would make me rather upset."

"Yeah. I'll tell him. Thanks Szayel."

"No problem. Anything to help out a friend, Grimm."

Grimmjow snorted. "Sure. Yer just doin' this to make yerself look good."

"No act is selfless, Grimmjow. Goodbye."

Meanwhile Ichigo was in the kitchen putting together something for lunch. He had watched Grimmjow walk into his bedroom to talk and he scowled at his back. Why did he need to be so secretive? It wasn't like Ichigo didn't know what was going on. Grimmjow had been very good recently with telling Ichigo, almost, everything about what was going on with him and the current situation so he didn't understand what he felt he had to hide. It pissed him off. Even more was the man he was talking to. He knew he really had no reason to but he hated that man. Hated how close he seemed with Grimmjow. Hated his voice and his face and his demeanor….

"It's burning."

Ichigo jumped and looked down at the stove, seeing his vegetables starting to burn.

"Fuck."

"What the hell were you thinkin' about that you didn't see what you were staring at?"

"Nothing. Fuck, sorry. I ruined it."

Grimmjow wrapped his arms around him from behind and kissed the back of his neck.

"Don't worry about it. We'll order out or go out or something. Whatever you want."

Ichigo sighed back into Grimmjow's chest. "No one is coming over right?"

"No, why?"

Ichigo had learned something about himself in the past week that he wasn't too sure about. When he got jealous he got horny. He had never really been jealous before, not in a relationship anyway, so the entire experience was new to him. Right now the only thing his mind could focus on was sucking Grimmjow off and riding him until he came as hard as he could. He knew Grimmjow wouldn't complain but they had just had sex an hour before and he didn't want to overdo things.

"Can we… order a pizza and just chill?"

Grimmjow smirked and kissed Ichigo's neck again, letting his teeth scrape along the boney protuberances. Ichigo shuddered and closed his eyes. Then again if Grimmjow was up for it…. Grimmjow's hand trailed down the front of Ichigo's shirt and rested briefly at the buckle of his pants. Ichigo felt his nipples harden and he groaned, pushing his hips back against Grimmjow's and smirking at the returning groan. As he palmed Ichigo's growing erection and alternately kissed and licked the back of his neck, Grimmjow reached for the bottle of olive oil still on the counter. He had been wanting to fuck Ichigo in the kitchen for some time now and he would happily kill anyone who ruined it this time. Ichigo sucked in his breath and braced his hands on the counter as Grimmjow slowly undid his button fly and reached inside his pants to grope him.

"Ah-mmn-ah."

"What's that?" Grimmjow taunted, grinning as he pulled his hands out of the front of Ichigo's pants and slid them in the back.

"Sh-shit. Fff-ah nngh-ah."

Grimmjow went straight for Ichigo's hole, pressing the pad of his middle finger to it as he sank his teeth into his shoulder through his shirt. With his free hand he pushed Ichigo's pants down, pleased when it didn't take much effort on his part. He was getting rather good at taking off too tight jeans, he thought fleetingly. He reached for the oil covertly and poured a small amount on his hand as he pulled Ichigo's underwear down over his ass. Ichigo arched his back and continued to make the kinds of noises that drove Grimmjow nuts. When the slick oil coated finger slid inside him he cried out and gripped the counter tighter.

"Grimm… jow…."

"Only one finger and yer about ready to burst."

"Sh-shut up."

Grimmjow chuckled and bit down on Ichigo's ear lobe. "Step out of yer pants."

Ichigo barely managed to get one leg free before Grimmjow added a second finger, scissoring them as he moved them slowly in and out. He unzipped his own pants and pulled himself free, already hard and dripping with precum.

"You ready?"

"Yesss."

Grimmjow chuckled again and pulled his oil covered hand away, running the slick substance over his cock as he grabbed Ichigo's knee and lifted it, setting it on the counter and holding it there until Ichigo got the point and adjusted it himself. With one hand on Ichigo's hip and the other guiding him, he slipped inside the tight sheath to the hilt, letting out a low groan as he did so. Ichigo gritted his teeth and pushed back, digging his knee into the counter and dropping his head forward to rest against the cupboard. When Grimmjow began to move he cried out, moving against his slow but deep thrusts and trying not to let his head bang into the wood in front of him. With one hand on his hip the other reached under Ichigo's shirt to pluck his pebble hard nipples a few times before wrapping his slick fingers around a very hard cock.

"Fuck! Oh fuck Grimm….."

"Mmm."

They moved together, the pace quickening as well as their breath, the noises coming from the both of them drowning out all else. Ichigo threw his head back, narrowly missing Grimmjow's face, as he forced them both to move faster, deeper, harder. Grimmjow sank his teeth once more in the back of Ichigo's neck as his hand worked him, jerking his cock in time with his thrusts. Precum mingled with the olive oil, making everything that much slicker and it seemed like no time at all before Ichigo was vocalizing his coming orgasm as his ass clenched and his cock spasmed. Grimmjow growled and pistoned his hips faster, feeling his own release coming. Ichigo came first, spilling himself on the counter and tightening around Grimmjow, milking a sympathetic reaction from the older man. They were left panting, Ichigo slumped against the cupboard with Grimmjow spreading kisses all over his neck. Ichigo slowly let his leg drop and turned around, pulling Grimmjow close for a deep needy kiss.

"Yer smilin' now."

Ichigo giggled and bit his lip. "It's your fault."

Grimmjow grinned. "Good."

"Uhg, I need another shower now."

Grimmjow slapped Ichigo's ass and laughed. "We both do. And now I need to do some laundry. I wander what gets olive oil out of slacks."

Nnoitra still had a smile on his face when he returned to the condo Sunday and when he walked in the door even the sounds of sex coming from the kitchen didn't mar it. After snatching a quick peek, seeing Grimmjow with his head back and eyes closed as he pounded into the redhead that was desperately tiring not to get slammed into the cupboard almost made him laugh but he kept quiet and tip toed to his room.

Never in a million years would he have imagined that he would get to spend the whole day fucking Blondie. Shinji seemed to be warming up to him more than a little and he couldn't find any reason to not simply enjoy every minute of it. After the shower sex Friday night followed by the sweet morning sex where he had gotten away with not using a condom, he hated those things so much, they had spent the rest of Saturday arguing and fucking, stopping periodically to eat and catch quick cat naps. It was weird, for all the fight Shinji had put up before hand now that they were into it the only thing in the way was the fact that they seemed to have trouble getting along outside of sex. Which was fine, as long as they could still fuck. That tight supple ass and that flexible lithe body was a bit more than Nnoitra could ask for at the moment and he wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth. He'd even gotten away with more kissing too, though it had only been in the heat of the moment and afterwards Shinji had heatedly denied liking it. Little fucking liar.

But now that an empty bed was in front of him he realized just how tired he was. Stripping off his clothes and tossing them on the floor, he threw himself on the bed and passed out.

For the first time in as long as he could remember his mother was angry with him. Angry enough not to smile or talk to him. Shinji pouted as they sat at the airport waiting for his grandparent's plane to start boarding. He couldn't blame her really. She had called Friday night, well technically Saturday morning, while he had been in the shower with Nnoitra and he hadn't noticed his message light blinking until Saturday night. He had tried calling, seeing that she had left more than ten messages, but Nnoitra had had other ideas and before he pressed the talk button he was dropping the phone in favor of whatever the hell it was he had been doing with his tongue.

He blushed as he thought about it, a little angry with himself that he had even let that man continue touching him let alone the fact that he hadn't said no the entire day other than when Nnoitra had told him to order out. But then he had offered to pay half and he had given in. A big part of him was pissed off that he caved so easily but he couldn't find it in himself to feel too bad about it. The sex was just too good and he figured he'd take it while it lasted. It wasn't like he was dating Nnoitra or ever going to for that matter. Fuck buddies like him didn't come around very often though and he was ever one to take full advantage of what was right in front of him.

"Shinji." His grandmother said, jerking him out of his thoughts.

"Yes, Oma?"

Shinji's grandmother stood to an impressive height of five feet three inches and grabbed his face between her hands, squeezing his cheeks together before giving them a sharp slap. She always spoke in German and now was no different.

"You tell your girlfriend to keep her mouth to herself until you marry her!"

Shinji blushed and looked at the floor. Nnoitra had thought it great fun when they both noticed the gigantic hickey he had left on the side of his neck. Shinji however had been more than a little mortified. Not only was it dark purple with little red splotches in the middle, you could even see teeth marks around the edges.

"Yes, Oma." Now leave!

His grandfather was a man of few words and he hardly ever spared any for Shinji. With a quick nod of his head and a kiss on the cheek for his daughter the two of them left to board the plane. Shinji sighed and looked at his mother, his brows knit together and a slight pout to his lips.

"Okaachan…."

"I don't wanna hear it Shinji." He cringed at the use of his full name.

"I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry! I didn't even hear it ring!"

"Course ya can't hear it ring when yer too busy fuckin' someone ya don't like!"

"Okaachan!"

"I need a couple days ta cool off." She said before stalking away from him.

Shinji was left gaping, for the first time in his life his mother was angry enough to stop speaking to him. The reason she had been calling him was because her parents had been talking about arranging a meeting with a "good German boy" they knew. They wanted their daughter to marry again and they didn't want to see her with another "Jap". They hated the fact that she had run off to marry Shinji's father when she had found out she was pregnant with Shinji and let her know about it every chance they had gotten. Usually when Shinji was there he would have been able to change the subject to something else, even if it meant his grandparents ridiculing him instead, but this time his mother had been on her own and had apparently not faired well. She had been talked into flying out to Germany in two weeks to meet the man. She didn't want to do it but she had trouble saying no. To anyone. Shinji sighed and pulled out his phone, calling the only person in the world who may have sympathized with him.

Ichigo was curled up next to Grimmjow on the couch when his phone rang with Shinji's ringtone. He answered it a tired hello, not bothering to lift his head from Grimmjow's shoulder.

"Hey, can I talk to ya?"

"What's wrong?"

As Shinji told him about what happened he sat up straight and sighed. "She needs to handle these things on her own, Shin. You can't be there to fight all her battles."

"I know that, but… Ichi she called me Shinji. She won't talk ta me." He sighed. "I need a drink."

"No."

"Whaddya mean no? I'm a grown man. I can drink whenever I want."

"I don't want a get a call in the middle of the night that you're stranded in a love hotel that you don't know how you got to! Shinji, just take a few deep breaths and relax."

"Then drink with me. Please Ichi? I really need this."

Ichigo sighed and looked over at Grimmjow who seemed to be watching him intently. "Let me call you back." He said, flipping his phone closed before hearing Shinji's answer.

"What?"

"You think it'd be cool if Shinji came over for a bit?"

"I thought you just wanted it to be us?"

"Yeah well…. He kinds needs company right now. I promise I'll make it up to you."

Grimmjow grinned. "Oh yeah? How?"

Ichigo blushed. "Well, you've been wanting to do that one thing again…."

"Say it." Grimmjow kept the grin on his face as he watched Ichigo turn red.

"You've been wanting to…," His voice dropped. "Rim me."

Grimmjow threw back his head and laughed. "So if I say it's cool for Blondie to come over I get to rim you tonight?"

If possible he got redder and he nodded, much to Grimmjow's delight.

"Alright, fine. For a bit."

Grimmjow was trying to ignore the two giggling young men in his kitchen but it was hard to do. He hadn't seen Ichigo drunk since they had gone to Osaka and him and Shinji together while drunk was actually quite entertaining. At the moment they were playing a game called bus driver and Ichigo was losing miserably. Grimmjow didn't really understand the rules but it was still entertaining.

"Fuck, you be the rider now. I'm gonna throw up."

"I've had more than you have!"

"So. Next one is black."

Shinji flipped over a card. "Ha. It's red, take a sip asshole."

"Fuck you." Ichigo said, taking a sip of the hard liquor Grimmjow hard provided for them.

"Okay, what the fuck are you two playing?" Grimmjow gave up trying to work and walked to the kitchen.

"Bus driver." Shinji grinned.

"How does it work?" Grimmjow asked, taking a seat at the dinner table next to Ichigo.

"First ya choose one person who's tha "Rider" and tha other's tha "Bus Driver". Tha bus driver shuffles a deck'a cards and deals five cards out face down on tha table. Then he asks tha rider whether tha last card dealt is black or red. If tha rider guesses wrong he takes one sip of his drink. Then ya ditch tha card and tha driver deals another five face down on top'a tha four that're left. If tha rider guesses right, tha bus driver asks him whether or not tha next card in the line will be higher or lower than tha one that was just flipped over. If he guesses correctly tha driver keeps flippin' cards and askin' tha higher or lower question until tha rider either gets to tha front of the bus or guesses wrong. If he does guess wrong then he has ta sip once for that card and once for every card that he guessed right previously in tha string. The goal is to get ta tha front'a the bus in one string."

"The fuck'er you doin' here?"

Shinji looked up and giggled at the new comer. "Drinkin' with Ichi. The fuck you doin' here?"

"I'm stayin' here." Nnoitra had woken up not long ago to strange noises and when he finally figured out it was people he pulled on a pair of pants and went to see what was going on.

"I'm watchin' the Strawberry get drunk. Have a seat and you can watch Blondie get drunk."

"Tch. I ain't gonna get drunk." Shinji said, frowning at Grimmjow but taking a shot.

Nnoitra smiled and plopped in the chair next to Shinji.

"We should play something we can all play." Ichigo suggested, propping his head up on his hand. Damn, room was already spinning.

"Oh my God! Let's have a pocky sucking contest!"

Ichigo perked up at that and laughed. "Oh my God! Grimm you have to see this. We need pocky right now!"

Grimmjow just laughed and shook his head. "The fuck is a pocky sucking contest?"

"It's this game Shin and I made up in high school." Ichiog excitedly explained. "Okay, so we get some pocky, right, and like each person gets one package and they have five minutes to suck as much chocolate or whatever off as many sticks as they can without breaking it. Winner gets to dare the loser to do anything he wants. At the end of each game everyone has to take two shots. Get drunker that way. Shit, remember when we played with Yumi and Ikkaku?" Ichigo asked Shinji who suddenly burst out in a fit of giggles.

"Ya really wanna tell yer man about that night?" Ichigo frowned at that, having been thinking of another incident entirely.

"Now you have to tell me."

"No it's too embarrassing."

"I'll tell!" Shinji offered enthusiastically, raising his hands and sitting up higher in his set. Nnoitra grinned and cocked an eyebrow. Oh, he was so fucking him tonight. "Ikkaku won and Ichi lost so Ikkaku dared him to drink a gallon of milk. Like chug it. He ended up pukin' over the balcony and his big titted neighbor came out and offered ta make him feel better. She wanted ta fuck him so bad. And just as he was about to answer her…."

"No more!" Ichigo leaned over the table to try and place his hand over Shinji's mouth but was easily dodged.

"He fuckin' puked all over her."

Grimmjow and Nnoitra threw their heads back and laughed so hard they almost fell out of their seats while Ichigo turned the brightest shade of crimson Grimmjow had ever seen.

"Shit, okay. Ichigo wins most embarrassing moment ever."

"Hands fuckin' down!" Nnoitra added.

"Shut up."

"So we need pocky!" Shinji chimed in gleefully and Ichigo grinned.

""Nnoitra is obsessed with pocky, I'm sure there's some around here."

"I'm not obsessed."

"Oh, yes you are." Grimmjow said, standing and walking to a cupboard and opening it to show off nearly thirty boxes of a wide variety of pocky.

"Holy shit! Obsess much?"

"Shut up Blondie."

"What kind?" Grimmjow asked as he looked up at the boxes.

"Don't matter. Not the bitter kind, that kind sucks fer this game." Shinji answered.

"The bitter kind is nasty anyway." Nnoitra grumbled.

Ichigo excused himself to the bathroom and Grimmjow set to pulling out a few boxes to decide what to use. If he was going to play as well he wanted something he would actually like. Meanwhile Shinji stuck out his tongue and began to unroll the ball on the underside of his tongue ring. Nnoitra watched him intently, wanting to lean forward and suck that tongue into his mouth but not really wanting Grimmjow or Ichigo to catch him doing it. He knew that even drunk Shinji might not appreciate that and he had enjoyed what they had done the day before enough not to push it.

"The fuck you doin'?" He asked instead.

"I can't play with this in." He said, holding up the ring before setting it aside. "It breaks the sticks and I'd end up losing. I like ta win."

Nnoitra grinned. "I bet ya do."

Shinji smirked playfully and leaned slightly forward. "I always win."

Nnoitra licked his lips and sat back in his chair. Now this was something he wanted to see. He still hadn't managed to get the blond to suck him off yet but felt that he was making progress in that area. After all, he had gotten away with so much lately it was bound to happen eventually. Seeing him in action was going to give him a bit of a taste of what was to come. Ichigo came back and took his seat just as Grimmjow decided on flavor and retuned to his seat as well.

"Strawberry? That wasn't predictable er anythin'." Shinji said as he rolled his eyes.

"Shut up."

Shinji ignored him and sent a taunting look over to Ichigo. "You are so gonna lose. Just like ya always do."

"Fuck you! I could win this time."

"Yeah Blondie. He's had quite a lot of practice lately."

"Grimm." Ichigo whined quietly, making Grimmjow chuckle. Ichigo was so cute when he was drunk.

Placing and unwrapped package of pocky before each player Shinji instructed them to open them and count how many were there. Six of Nnoitra's were broken so they settled with fourteen sticks for each player. Ichigo grabbed the digital timer off the counter and set it on the table setting it for five minutes but not letting it go yet.

"Alright, so we're clear on the rules, ne?"

Everyone nodded and he grinned, starting the timer. Everyone dug in, Grimmjow the first one to break his as the four of them set out on a mad dash to get the most sticks cleared of the strawberry yogurt. Nnoitra was distracted enough by how quickly Shinji worked, efficiently clearing three sticks right off the bat. By the time the timer went off Grimmjow had two, Nnoitra had three, Ichigo had five and Shinji had seven. Shinji grinned up at Nnoitra.

"I told ya I always win." Then he turned his grin on Grimmjow. "And you lose."

"Ooh!" Ichigo jumped up and cupped his hand over Shinji's ear, whispering an idea he had for a dare.

Grimmjow glared at them as they giggled and Shinji returned his gaze. "Yer lucky Ichi loves ya. All ya hafta do it wear this ta work tamorrow." He pulled his neon pink tie off and tossed it to Grimmjow.

Grimmjow glared at the offending colored tie and grumbled. "This game sucks."

"Don't be a sore loser." Ichigo said, retaking his seat and pulling Grimmjow closer for a quick kiss.

Shinji stuck his finger down his throat and made gagging noises, Nnoitra snickering as he did so. Ichigo poured shots for everyone and they drank before setting up another game. After three rounds everyone had lost once except Shinji. Ichigo had had to drink pickle juice from the jar, something Nnoitra had dared him to do being the winner so he had come back with daring him to let Shinji braid his hair and walk around with it for a day.

"Hey I didn't lose!"

"Yeah but you got second to last so there."

"You suck."

Grimmjow grinned. "Yup, and this game is over." He stood up, having long since lost interest the game in favor of getting Ichigo alone and sucking something far more interesting. He pulled Ichigo up, catching him as he swayed and almost fell. He rolled his eyes and tossed the near limp body of his boyfriend over his shoulder and started heading for the bedroom.

"Gr-Grimm! Put me down! God! The fuckin' room is… yer makin' me dizzy!"

"Oh I'll make ya more than dizzy by the time I'm done with ya." Grimmjow laughed, kicking the bedroom door shut behind him.

Nnoitra shook his head and leaned forward, causing Shinji to lean back and almost fall out of his chair.

"We're all alone Blondie."

"So?" Shinji said, finally feeling the alcohol in his system. Like most people, when he drank he got horny and Nnoitra's presence was doing a number on his head right then.

"So let's fool around."

Shinji smiled. "Sorry too drunk."

Unfortunately his body didn't seem to want to agree with his brain and he reached up and grabbed Nnoitra by the back of the head, pulling him down into a needy kiss. Nnoitra would have laughed if he had had the chance but Shinji's tongue was in his mouth and after sneaking a dozen or so shots during the game as well as the six they had had as the requirement that tongue was doing things to him that he rather liked. He pulled Shinji into his lap, making the blonde straddle him as they continued to kiss, their cocks now pressing against each other as Shinji ground his hips down and wrapped his arms around Nnoitra's neck.

Meanwhile Grimmjow sent Ichigo out to get a couple bottles of water. Ichigo took two steps away from the door and stopped dead, his eyes going wide and his mouth falling open as he watched Nnoitra lay Shinji out on the table and devour him, Shinji arching his back and moaning quietly. He turned around and walked back to the bedroom, shutting the door behind him and standing with his back to it.

"The fuck's the water?" Grimmjow asked with a toothbrush in his mouth.

"Sh… sh… and… they…."

Grimmjow rolled his eyes and pushed Ichigo away fro the door, opening it a bit and peeking out. He knew Nnoitra would take advantage of the blond but he didn't think it would be on his kitchen table. He decided to let it go and shut the door. He figured that if he told them to move Shinji would get upset and realize what he was doing and probably take off and he was definitely not in the cock blocking business.

"Yer just gonna let them do that?!"

"Shut up and take those damn clothes off so I can fuck that tight ass of yours until you pass out."

Ichigo blushed and frowned, the combination making Grimmjow smile, kissing him on the cheek and leaving toothpaste in his wake. Ichigo wiped himself clean and did as Grimmjow bade, stripping out of his clothes and waiting patiently on the bed, hoping he wasn't about to hear his best friend get fucked on the kitchen table.

A/N Ah, drinking games. So I kinda invented the Pocky Sucking Game a while back and figured I had no choice but to write about it. At least I think I invented it... at least I've never heard of it before. ;p Wow this one was kinda long, ne?! Go me ;p I hope you all enjoy this one and for those of you that are interested I posted a tiny experct for the sequel to SBB. Don't freak out though, I'm not ending SBB any time too soon, but I'm a very imaptient person and I guess I may have wanted to tease a bit. Anyway it's called Solid Gold and please, if ya want, go check it out :D I think that's it from me!

TA!

~Penny

**Oh yeah! Sorry for not replying to reviews recently. I've been so tired I haven't really had the time. I WILL reply this time though, promise :D *hugs***