Chapter Forty Two

They practically fell in to the shower, hands tearing clothing away to reveal heated skin, fingers teasing sensitive areas and mouths in near constant movement. Ichigo grunted when he was forced onto the cold tile but he didn't stop his actions. Grimmjow's teeth scraped across his bottom lip before sucking it in and running his tongue over it. Ichigo shuddered and reached up, burying his hands in Grimmjow's hair and arching his body into him before pulling away to gaze heatedly up into his eyes.

"We're supposed to be getting clean." He mumbled.

Grimmjow grinned and pressed his hardened member against Ichigo's. "So soap up. But be quick about it."

Ichigo was clean in record time, managing to get Grimmjow just as soapy as he was just by rubbing their bodies together. Grimmjow pulled him out of the shower, grabbing a towel and haphazardly drying them as they backed into the bedroom and tumbled to the bed. Neither one of them noticed nor cared where the towel had gotten to as Grimmjow once again set about grinding their cocks together as his mouth stole the breath from Ichigo. He wanted this to last longer, wanted to be able to go all night feeling this way but he knew that if he didn't control himself he wouldn't last another fifteen minutes and that just wouldn't do.

"Oh, fuck Grimmjow." Ichigo breathed, arching his back once more and digging his fingers into Grimmjow's shoulders.

Grimmjow growled and sank his teeth into Ichigo's neck almost savagely, licking at the abused skin before letting his lips trail further down. He knew he had thought this before, but this kid was going to be the death of him one day. He was going to burn to a crisp just touching him but he honestly didn't mind dying that way.

Ichigo's thinking was just about along the same lines and he whimpered as he hooked a long leg around Grimmjow's thigh. He wanted Grimmjow to be inside him so bad but at the same time he never wanted to stop kissing and hold and caressing this man.

"I love you." He let out in a breathy whisper and Grimmjow groaned, flipping Ichigo over and kissing his way down his back.

When he reached Ichigo's tailbone he pulled back and admired his ass for a moment before biting down on the rounded flesh. He let his tongue slide over the top of the cleft in his ass, dipping low enough to be between the cheeks before he pulled back once again. Ichigo was panting, his face buried in the comforter and his fists clenched. Grimmjow grabbed him by the hips and lifted him to his knees, making his job a little easier. He hadn't done this since Ichigo have first told him he loved him but he had wanted to ever since then. Wanted to see just how far he could go with it before he couldn't control himself any longer.

And Ichigo owed him after all.

With one hand on either side of Ichigo's ass, he spread him wide and bit his lip at the site. He never thought something like this could ever look sex to him, but there he was, cock twitching at the site of Ichigo's puckered opening and mouth practically salivating in anticipation. He didn't go directly for it though, instead starting at the top of the cleft once again and slowly making his way down, swirling his tongue a bit before finally reaching his goal. He was too impatient and dove right in, circling it with his tongue before pushing the tip inside and groaning at the strangled moan Ichigo made. He had obviously gotten over the fact that it felt weird. Ichigo pushed back into the eager tongue thrusts and gripped the sheets, turning his head to the side so that he could breath better.

"Nng-ah. Fff… mmm-nah." He muttered, causing Grimmjow to smile and lose his speed.

It didn't matter though, as he could contain himself no more. He reared back, grabbing his cock and positioning himself at the barely stretched opening and pressing in as slowly and carefully as he could. It didn't help any the tiny noises that Ichigo was making and the fact that he was pressing hard against him. As soon as the head popped through Ichigo cried out, lifting himself up on his elbows and looking back over his shoulder with heavy lidded eyes.

"Yer so fucking gorgeous." Grimmjow said, his voice thick with arousal.

Ichigo licked his lips and pressed back, wiggling his hips a bit. Grimmjow got the message and began to move, slowly at first before picking up the pace but only after Ichigo had whined pathetically and reached back, grabbing his hip and forcing him deeper.

"Fuck. Ichigo. Fuck."

He came, hard and deep inside Ichigo, his whole body seeming to pulse in time with his cock. Not wasting time, he turned Ichigo over and wrapped his lips around the head of his cock, sucking and licking. Ichigo sat up on his elbow and reached with one hand to tangle his fingers in Grimmjow's hair, guiding him as his head bobbed up and down. He head flew back and a name tumbled from his lips over and over again as he came down from his high.

"Share." He whispered, pulling Grimmjow up so that they could share his seed. He wasn't sure why he liked that so much but it didn't matter.

Grimmjow complied, sucking Ichigo's tongue into his mouth as he tried to regain his breathing. They kissed, slowly falling back to the bed and letting their bodies settle nestled against one another. When they finally pulled apart Ichigo was smiling and he pressed a chaste kiss to Grimmjow's cheek before nuzzling his neck and wrapping an arm around his abdomen. Content, Grimmjow slipped an arm under Ichigo's head and cuddled him close.

They lay there for a long while, each finally breathing normally and lost in their own thoughts. It was Ichigo who broke the silence first, opening his mouth a couple times before Grimmjow rolled his eyes.

"Spit it out."

Ichigo sighed. "I was just… wondering if you… ya know. If you ever…."

"If I ever what?" Grimmjow prompted, too tired and sated to be irritated.

"If you've ever…," He voice got so quiet Grimmjow barely heard him. "Bottomed."

Grimmjow frowned, not at first realizing what Ichigo meant before he burst out laughing.

"Hell no."

Ichigo blushed, figuring that was the kind of response he would get. He had been wondering for quite some time now if Grimmjow had ever been on the receiving end of sex. He would have asked sooner, but he had been too embarrassed.

"Sorry I asked." He mumbled and buried his face in Grimmjow's neck.

"Aw, c'mon. Don't be like that. You surprised me." Grimmjow ran his fingers through Ichigo's hair. "What, are you tryin' to say ya wanna try and fuck me?"

He could feel Ichigo's face heat and chuckled when his body curled closer to him. He'd take that as a yes. True, he had never had anyone fuck him, literally. He had never had the desire to bottom for any of his partners, mainly because he seemed to have a thing for young men who were a bit feminine. Ichigo was the first guy he had ever slept with that had been more masculine. He crooked a finger under Ichigo's chin and tilted his head up so that he could look down at him.

"Tell ya what. When you quit the club, ask me again."

Ichigo's mouth dropped open and his eyes widened. "Really?" He asked, not sure that he had heard Grimmjow right.

"Only after you quit." Grimmjow repeated, kissing the tip of Ichigo's nose and hoping the subject would be dropped for now. Even though he had basically promised that as soon as Ichigo stopped stripping he could fuck him in the ass, it still made his stomach flip flop at the thought.

Ichigo nodded and curled back into Grimmjow, kissing his shoulder as the thoughts began to swirl in his now sleepy mind. He couldn't believe what Grimmjow had just said. Some day in the near future he might just get his until then private wish to try and show Grimmjow just how good he made him feel. With a small smile on his lips he closed his eyes and drifted off.

Nnoitra woke to the sound of Shinji's quiet snoring and couldn't help but smile at the mop of messy blond hair. Last night had been fucking amazing and he had pushed Shinji further than they had ever gone before. Even he was a little sore after all that. He caught himself reaching up and running his fingers through that soft hair but when Shinji didn't move he decided to finish the action. He loved soft hair and Shinji's was extra soft. Nnoitra snorted and sat up, running a hand through his own hair and thinking that Shinji was probably the kind of fag to buy the expensive salon shampoo and conditioner and whatever else it took to get it that way. He sighed and reached for his eye patch, wondering when it had fallen off and glad that he had fucked Shinji from behind for the most part. He didn't like people looking at his eye. Pushing out of bed and slipping a pair of pants on he made his way to the kitchen to make coffee.

Grimmjow was already there, coffee in hand and grin on his face. Nnoitra grinned back and snatched a cup for himself.

"I so won last night." He said after taking a gulp of steaming liquid.

Grimmjow snorted. "Fine by me. I really don't mind losing if it's the way it was last night."

Nnoitra frowned and leaned against the counter, irritated that he had left his cigarettes in the bedroom.

"The fuck does that mean?"

Grimmjow set his mug on the counter and crossed his arms over his chest, his grin never wavering. "Sometimes it's nice to take things slow and make it last a while. Sure, ya got Blondie to scream fer ya, but Ichigo was so overwhelmed he could barely breathe let alone make a sound." He barked out a laugh when Nnoitra rolled his eye. Granted that wasn't really case at all last night, but he was in a good enough mood to just let Nnoitra think that's how things were.

"Fuck that." Nnoitra retorted, though the idea of having Shinji so far gone he was unable to make any noise was rather appealing. He might just have to try that one of these days.

Ichigo was sitting on the couch when Shinji came out of the bedroom, still wobbly from the night before. When they locked eyes both of them blushed and looked quickly away.

"Hey." Ichigo said in a tired voice, eyes flicking to the clock and seeing that it was barely ten.

"Hey." Shinji replied back and made his way to the couch, sitting beside Ichigo and sighing deeply. "I'm such an idiot."

Ichigo snorted, knowing exactly what Shinji was talking about. He had never had the best taste in men and Nnoitra, it seemed, was just another bad mistake in a long stream of them. At least that's how Ichigo saw it. He couldn't imagine that the two of them had anything in common other than the apparent insatiable urge to conquer and be conquered.

"Just be careful, Shin."

"Ya think I don't know that?" He leaned his head against Ichigo's shoulder and sighed. "Where's everyone?"

"Grimmjow went to go get something he left at the office and Nnoitra said he had shit to do and left with him."

Shinji grunted and let his eyes close. He was still so tired but he had to work that evening so he was doing his best to try and wake up. He wasn't even sure how he was going to be able to dance without falling over with exhaustion. Maybe he should tell Nnoitra to back off a little and give him some time to recuperate. He snorted. Yeah, like that would go over well.

"What?"

"Nothin'. Just thinkin' about takin' a break from men is all."

"Yeah, cause that'll happen."

They sat in silence a moment longer before Ichigo spoke.

"Hey Shin? Have you ever… fucked anyone?"

Shinji frowned but didn't bother moving from his position. "That's a stupid question, of course I have."

"No I mean, have you ever…."

"Stuck in in someone's ass?"

Ichigo groaned and closed his eyes. Nodding instead of answering.

"Oh, then no."

"Why not?"

Shinji shrugged, not sure where the conversation as going. "Just never really wanted to. I mean, sure I've thought about it, but that's about it. But I like to be fucked too much to care really." He smirked and shifted, looking up and Ichigo. "Why, yer man finally give in and let ya top him?"

"N-no. But I asked him about it last night before we fell asleep."

"And? C'mon Ichi, ya can't just say somethin' like that and not finish it."

"He said to ask him again when I quit the club."

Shinji gave him an incredulous look. "Yer not gonna quit just so ya c'n fuck Gri…."

"No! God no, that would be stupid. And it would inflate his ego way too much." Shinji giggled and returned his head to Ichigo's shoulder. "But I will have to quit soon. Things at school are getting really intense and I'm barely scraping by right now. As much as I love to do it, I don't really need to anymore. I should be focusing more on school."

Shinji sighed. "Yeah. Gotta be a good doctor boy."

Ichigo slapped Shinji's arm and they laughed quietly, sharing a private joke between them. That's how Grimmjow found them, only they were passed out completely, Shinji's head still on Ichigo's shoulder and Ichigo's head resting on top of Shinji's. He thought he would have been angry to see something like that, knowing that the blond had the hots for Ichigo, but the only thing he could think was that it was kind of cute to look at. He frowned at his thoughts even as he took out his phone and took a quick picture. At the very least he could use it against the blond in the future.

He was in the kitchen putting the bag of groceries he had decided to get on his way back from the office away when the house phone rang. He heard Ichigo groan and the ringing stopped, followed by his sleepy greeting.

"Oh, hey dad. No I didn't forget. An hour? Sure. Yeah, Karin knows where it is. Okay, see you then." Grimmjow cocked an eyebrow. He had almost forgotten about meeting Ichigo's family and his stomach was suddenly in knots. "Fuck." He heard Ichigo mutter.

"Ferget?" He said, not bothering to leave the kitchen.

Ichigo poked his head around the corner and gave him a sheepish grin. "Yeah kinda."

Grimmjow cocked a hip against the counter and smirked. "C'mere."

Ichigo bit his lip and walked over to him, wrapping his arms around his waist and nuzzling his neck. Grimmjow draped his arms over Ichigo's hips, pulling him close for a tight hug before pushing back slightly and catching his lips in a slow, sensual kiss. Ichigo sighed into him, letting his tongue tangle in a slow dance with Grimmjow's, enjoying the sensation and what was probably going to be the last for their private time for the rest of the weekend.

Shinji sighed and pushed himself off the couch, walking to the kitchen to let Ichigo know that he was leaving. He stopped at the entrance way, seeing Ichigo pinning Grimmjow to the counter as the both of them kissed each other, one of Grimmjow's hands in Ichigo's hair and the other under his shirt and slipping in the back of his jeans. He waited for the jealousy to come but it never did and he furrowed his brow at that. He was pretty certain that he wasn't over his years long crush on Ichigo, but seeing them together like this was… sweet. He was happy for his friend. Instead of interrupting their moment Shinji stepped backwards and turned, silently leaving the condo as he pondered his almost sudden change of heart.

Neither Grimmjow nor Ichigo heard a thing. Grimmjow's hand slipped further passed the waistband of Ichigo's jeans, middle finger brushing the top of the cleft in his ass. Ichigo whined into the kiss and pulled back as much as Grimmjow would let him.

"My family is going to be here soon." He whispered, forgetting completely that Shinji had been on the couch last he had seen him.

Grimmjow grinned. "So shut up and let me hurry."

Ichigo blushed but he felt himself press forward. Grimmjow made quick work of the front of Ichigo's jeans, thankful that they were one of his looser pair, and they dropped to the floor. He pressed the palm of his hand against the half hard cock hidden beneath Ichigo's thin jockeys, turning him as he did so that his back was facing the counter.

"Ah, shit." Ichigo said as Grimmjow's teeth sank into the thick muscle of his neck and his hand slipped inside his underwear. "You sure like to do weird things in the kitchen."

Grimmjow chuckled. "If that's yer try at talkin' dirty you suck at it."

Ichigo grinned. "Shut up."

Grimmjow's free hand lifted Ichigo's shirt and his head bent so that his tongue could lav over his clavicle. Ichigo moaned and closed his eyes when Grimmjow rolled his testicles between his fingers and he bucked his hips a little. Grimmjow shifted his weight and moved his arm, turning his hand so that he could wrap his fingers around his length. As soon as his hand moved Ichigo's fingers dove into his hair, pressing gently on the top of his head. Grimmjow smirked and dropped to his knees, pulling the fabric away from Ichigo's cock, licking his lips at it. Ichigo bit his own lip as one hand braced on the counter behind him and the other continued to massage Grimmjow's hair.

He placed kisses over the tattoo, something that had become almost ritual for him to do at least once a day, and slowly made his way down to the dripping cock in front of him. Without warning he engulfed it, Ichigo crying out and gripping the counter tightly. He sucked hard, curling his tongue along the underside as he pulled back, a hand on each side of Ichigo's hips. He didn't bother going all the way down, with Ichigo the only real sensitive part was the first half anyway and they didn't exactly have the time to go all out. The moment his fingers teased between his cheeks Ichigo's body tightened and he came, the groan stifled a bit as his teeth still held his lip. He pulled him up for a kiss but Grimmjow held back, visibly swallowing before he let Ichigo kiss him.

"Why… you just swallowed all of that."

Grimmjow grinned. "Yer always tryin' to steal it from me." His voice dropped as he looked into Ichigo's eyes. "Yer not the only one who likes yer cum, Ichigo."

If Ichigo hadn't just had an orgasm he would have had one right then and there. Instead he groaned and kissed him heatedly. Grimmjow reached behind him and grabbed Ichigo's ass, leaning him back a bit over the counter.

"Oh, holy fuck. Again?"

Ichigo jumped and then clung to the front of Grimmjow, trying to hide himself. Grimmjow chuckled and kissed the top of his head.

"Nnoi, give him enough privacy to get his damn clothes back on."

"The fuck is it with you two and that kitchen?" Nnoitra said as he walked back into the living room.

"That's what I wanna know." Ichigo mumbled under his breath as he fixed his clothes.

Grimmjow just grinned and kissed his cheek. "Shut up and go pack a bag."

The door buzzer went off and Ichigo groaned. He wasn't ready for this at all. Grimmjow wanted to chuckle but he suddenly found his mouth dry and his throat thick. He watched Ichigo nervously answer the call and buzz his family up. He turned back to Grimmjow and gave him a slightly sick looking smile and Grimmjow brightened just a little. At least he wasn't the only one freaking out about this. When the first knock was heard Grimmjow's stomach tightened and he braced himself. He and Ichigo both decided it would be best if it looked like Grimmjow was working, both to show that they hadn't been just making out on the couch and that their's was a far from romantic relationship.

"Onii-chan!" Yuzu cried out, jumping into her brother's arms and wrapping her arms around his neck.

Ichigo smiled and hugged his sister back, happy to see that she had begun to put on some weight. Karin walked in behind her sister and smiled at her brother, nodding her head across the room at Grimmjow who nodded back. Behind the girls stood a tall dark haired man who was smiling goofily at his family. His eyes raised and instantly hardened at the man behind the desk. Grimmjow barely repressed a sneer, a knee jerk reaction to such a hard look. He was going to have to watch himself around this man.

"Yuzu, let Ichi-nii go so we can all come in." Karin said and Yuzu hugged herself around Ichigo's waist and walked with him inside the house.

"Wow, onii-chan. This place is really big."

"Hey dad."

"Ichigo." Isshin nodded.

Ichigo looked between his father and Grimmjow and nearly cringed. "Uh, dad this is Grimmjow Jaegerjaques. Uh, Grimmjow. This is my dad, Isshin Kurosaki."

Grimmjow rose and crossed the room, extending his hand and meeting Isshin's half way. The grip was hard and abrupt as azure and dark chocolate eyes stared one another down. Ichigo must have his mother's eyes, Grimmjow thought fleetingly before forcing a small smile.

"Nice to meet you."

"Yeah, nice to meet you."

The room was silent for a moment before Karin rolled her eyes. "Are we finished with the manly display of dominance yet? I'm hungry and you promised to take us out for lunch, dad."

Isshin whipped around to face Karin, his hard look gone and one of dramatic sadness replaced it. "But daddy was just saying hello, Karin. I can't help it if my manly manness comes bursting forth."

Grimmjow's eyes widened and Ichigo turned red. "Dad! Quit saying stupid things, already."

"Yeah dad. At least don't say words that don't exist." Yuzu chimed in and Isshin's face fell in another dramatic display.

"Oh, even my darling Yuzu is angry with me."

"Let's go please!" Ichigo suggested loudly, dually embarrassed now. Why was his father such a weirdo?

"Right! We've got lots to do today." Isshin stood, turning back to Grimmjow with another serious face. "If I could just speak for a moment privately with Mr. Jaegerjaques."

Shit. Three simultaneous thoughts bounced around the room.

Karin sighed and grabbed Yuzu's hand. "See ya around, Grimm." She said as she pulled her sister outside into the hallway.

Ichigo was torn between dragging his father out of the room and obeying him but when neither man looked at him he sighed in defeat and grabbed his bag, not bothering to say goodbye to Grimmjow. It would look too weird.

Once the door was shut Grimmjow grinned and it was copied by Isshin.

"So what exactly is your relationship with my son?" He asked.

Grimmjow cocked an eyebrow. "Roommate."

"How much are you charging him for rent?"

"That's not a very Japanese thing to ask." Grimmjow retorted, crossing his arms over his chest.

"You're probably right, but I'm not asking as a Japanese man. I'm asking as a father."

"He doesn't pay rent. He keeps the place clean and does the cooking and laundry." Grimmjow replied.

"And he really has time for all that?" When Grimmjow frowned Isshin crossed his arms over his chest as well. "Do you think I'm stupid and don't know what my son's up to?"

"What?"

"I know he's a stripper."

Grimmjow couldn't have stopped his jaw from dropping at the admission if he had tried.

"And I know where he strips. So I'm going to ask you again. What is your relationship to my son?"

Grimmjow grinned again, though this time it was far from amused. "You callin' me a fag?" Isshin cocked an eyebrow and Grimmjow's eyebrow twitched. Oh, how so much of him wanted to laugh and say, yeah, I fuck yer boy every night, but it wasn't his right to out Ichigo. "Ichigo is nothing more than a roommate to me."

Grimmjow was surprised at how much his chest hurt after saying that but Isshin seemed to believe him. The man nodded and then smiled, clapping a hand in Grimmjow's shoulder and squeezing just a little too hard.

"Well then, nice to meet ya! Please, take care of my son."

And suddenly Grimmjow was alone. He blinked at the room and let his arms drop to his sides.

"Fucking psychopath." He mumbled as he shook his head.

Ichigo was in the car when he received a text message. He flipped open his phone and almost groaned at what it said.

we need 2 talk later

What the hell had his father said?!

He went out to lunch with his family before stopping by a small shopping center on the way home to let the girls shop. Yuzu was more interested in getting home and fixing Ichigo dinner but she was already looking tired. They went home to relax, watching TV and just being a family. It was just after they had finished dinner when the phone rang and Isshin rose to get it. Ichigo helped Yuzu clear the table and then told her to sit down while he washed the dishes. She was starting to get dark circles under her eyes already and he didn't want her to over do it.

"Alright then, I'll be there soon." Isshin said loudly before hanging up the phone.

"Work?" Ichigo asked.

"Nope. Etta invited me to an art show with her." He said, puffing out his chest a bit.

Ichigo frowned. "Etta?"

"Hirako. Etta Hirako."

It took a moment to sink in and by the time Ichigo realized what his father had just said he had already left the room.

"What the hell?"

It didn't take the man long to get ready but when he came downstairs with a wide smile, a bad suit and too much cologne on all three of his children could only stare in confused awe. Any words he spoke were ignored and finally he slipped into his shiny black shoes and left. They barely waited for their father to be out the door before Ichigo's phone was in his hand and he was calling Shinji. Karina and Yuzu forced him to put it on speaker so they could talk and hear as well.

"Yo, Ichi…."

"Why the hell is my dad and your mom going to an art show together?" Ichigo said, cutting Shinji off.

"What?"

"Our stupid dad just walked out of here to go on a date with your mom."

"Karin? What the hell are ya guys talkin' about?"

"I'm talking about my dad and your mom! Go somewhere more quiet, baka!"

They waited for Shinji to get somewhere that he could here them and as soon as it was silent Ichigo spoke again. "Our parents might be dating."

"Fuck you! No way that's true."

"Dude, my sister's are right here."

"So. What makes ya say that?"

"'Cause our dad just walked out of here in a suit and tie to go meet your mom for a art show."

"That… that can't…. That's so not cool!"

"Tell me about it." Ichigo and Karin said at the same time.

"I think it's sweet." Yuzu piped up. "What if they get married? Than you two would really be brothers!"

Ichigo and Karin sent Yuzu a reproving look. "That's not funny, Yuzu." Karin said, rolling her eyes.

"I'm not being funny. Why can't you three be happy for them?"

"Because it's weird, Yuzu-chan." Shinji said quietly through the phone. "Damn it. I gotta go. Call me later Ichi. By girls."

Ichigo hung up the phone and sat in the living room with his sisters in silence.

"Well I'm happy for them." Yuzu said, standing up and yawing. "I'm going to bed now. Good night Onii-chan. 'Night Karin."

When Yuzu was gone Karin turned to Ichigo and frowned. "She's a weird woman but she is nice."

Ichigo rolled his eyes. "Don't jump to conclusions."

"Oh yeah, like you didn't just do that."

"Shut up." Ichigo reclined on the couch and closed his eyes. God, how he hoped they were all wrong. Very, very wrong.

A/N So sorry again for the but that family scene gave me a lot of trouble. I hope it wasn't too lame. Well, I don't have much to say this time, ;p But as always I hope you all enjoy it and thank you to all that have fav'd and reviewed recently!

~Penny