People say that absence makes the heart grow fonder. Toshiro never believed in that kind of stuff. That was until he walked out on Ichigo. That night, he went home with full intentions of apologizing to his roommate, to tell him everything that was on his mind and what he really felt, but when he came home, no one was there. No note, no text, no call. Nothing. He didn't see Ichigo for a couple of days, with no word from the other. Toshiro couldn't help but feel duped and frustrated. It had been two weeks since then, and Toshiro still hadn't heard from Ichigo. Whenever he came home, Ichigo left. It was almost like Ichigo had moved out, because Toshiro was sure that Ichigo wasn't sleeping in his room every night. The whole ordeal hit Toshiro harder than he thought it would. He figured that if something went wrong with their
relationship -agreement, or whatever it was-, he'd move on quickly, because he hadn't like Ichigo that long. But as time progressed, he found himself hurting more and more.

"Shuuhei, I don't understand. Why is he avoiding me?" Toshiro was in the office's break room, staring at the other male with an intense glare.

"Well for one, you won't admit you're feelings to him." Toshiro shot a look at Matsumoto, who had come to join the conversation.

"I was going to!" Toshiro threw his hands up in frustration.

"Toshiro, you told him you had no feelings for him!" Matsumoto slammed her hands on the table, feeling just as frustrated. She had spent the last two weeks walking on egg shells around her superior, who felt the need to take his anger on her by assigning her more paperwork that she had been trying to avoid in the first place.

"I said I was going to tell him! And then he went all AWOL on me and I never see him!" Toshiro let out an exaggerated sigh as he leaned back in his chair. He could easily feel a head ache coming on.

"Are you really that surprised?" Toshiro looked over at Hisagi who finally chose to speak.

"Yes! How could he just walk out whenever I try to talk to him!"

"Maybe because he saw you had no problem doing it to him!" Rangiku took a sip of her coffee nonchalantly, like she hadn't said anything at all.

Toshiro shot an authoritative glare towards Rangiku before sighing again. He rubbed his temples slightly. He suddenly felt exhausted. Having feelings for someone was a lot more tiring that he'd imagined. He found himself constantly worried about Ichigo. He kept wondering what the kid was doing, who he was with, if he was okay. Honestly, all he wanted to do was see the guy. He had begun to miss the orange mop of hair. He had begun to miss the scowl and the smile that was always shown around the house. He missed Ichigo's cooking. He missed hearing Ichigo's breathing from the other room. Hell, he even missed the sounds of Ichigo and his obnoxious friends playing video games in their living room. And of course, he had missed the sex.

Toshiro let out an extremely frustrated groan. "What the hell am I supposed to do?"

"Apologize to him." Rangiku flipped through a magazine. As much as she was interesting in her friend's love life, she was tired of watching the lack of progress of it.

"Yes Matsumoto, because it's not like I haven't been trying. Hell, I don't even know where he's staying when he's not home. It's not like I know any of his friends!"

"He's at my house with Renji." Shuuhei missed Toshiro's incredulous glare, instead staring at something Matsumoto had pointed out in the magazine. From the look of it, it was almost like he hadn't said anything at all.

"He's at YOUR house?" Toshiro was seething. His tone of voice caused Shuuhei to look up. "He's been hanging out at your house for two weeks and you never bothered to tell me this until NOW?"

Shuuhei leaned back into his chair as calmly as he could. "Yes."

"Yes?" Toshiro was completely duped. What did Shuuhei mean by yes?

Shuuhei let out a quiet sigh. "What would you have done if I told you that Ichigo was staying at my house?"

"I would have marched in there, yelled at him, and dragged him back to our place."

"Exactly." Toshiro stared at him, waiting for the man to elaborate. Shuuhei's calm eyes raked over Toshiro's confused ones. He merely shook his head as he continued to speak. "If you would have done that Ichigo would have been even angrier. Not only have you hurt him with your lack of intelligence towards at thing we normal people call emotions, but you would have humiliated him in front of his best friend and would have had him face a strong sense of inferiority. The way I see it, the two of you needed the time apart. Give Ichigo time to cool off and you the time to further assess your feelings."

"Assess my feelings?" Toshiro looked at his coffee cup. Liking someone was much more difficult that he remembered.

"Yeah. Assess your feelings, so the next time you decide to be all romantic and sweep the poor boy off his feet, you'll be ready to catch him." Toshiro looked at Rangiku as she talked.

For once, she seemed to say something that actually made sense to him. Two weeks ago, when Toshiro stole Ichigo from Grimmjow, everything was on a whim of jealousy. Granted, everything had fueled by what small feelings Toshiro had held for Ichigo, but back then they were not as intense as they were right now. Every time Toshiro tried to picture Ichigo leaving him completely his heart hurt. He couldn't imagine himself with out the taller male by his side. Whenever he thought about the future he could picture it with the younger male some how involved. He realized then that he didn't want to keep Ichigo around simply because of the sex. No, he wanted Ichigo for the security, the companionship, the comfort he had felt from and for the younger guy.

"I don't understand why you'd want to go to a party hosted by him, when you don't even like the guy." Ichigo looked over at the red hair man sitting on his couch.

"Just because I don't like him, doesn't stop you from liking him." Renji gave him a knowing look that was mixed with something else Ichigo couldn't place.

Ichigo tried to hide his faint flush by pulling on is jacket. For the past two weeks he had been timing his return home so that he only came when Toshiro was out. On the few times that they were home at the same time, he'd merely act like no one was around, no matter how much it hurt. He knew it was stupid to keep running away from Toshiro, but that was what he was doing too right? If Toshiro can play stupid to his feelings, then I could do the same.

"I don't like him. Now let's go." Ichigo pulled open the front door exposing a very surprised Toshiro.

"Uh, hey Toshiro." Renji spoke only to break the silence. If anything, it made everything worse. "Well...let's get going Ichi."

Renji pushed past the two, leaving them in their awkward air. Ichigo stared down at the older man, wanting nothing more than to stay where he was and talk to the smaller male. Despite wanting to do that, Ichigo pushed past him and stared walking towards Renji. Toshiro turned around and watched the orange haired kid walk away.

"Ichigo, wait."

Ichigo stopped his walking, his heart in shock to hear Toshiro say his name outside of the bedroom. After a second of silence, Ichigo slightly shook his head and continued walking. Renji's eyes caught Toshiro's hurt ones, before he walked into the apartment with a slight slam of the door. Renji had been quite knowledgeable of the situation from everything Ichigo had told him and what he can get from Hisagi. Despite knowing that Toshiro hurt Ichigo, Renji tried to get his friend to listen to his roommate. Ichigo didn't give in. Instead, he forced Renji to play video games or take him out, like he was today.

"So, still trouble in paradise?'" Renji finally said something once they had gotten inside of his car.

"Shut up." He sent a quick glare over to Renji before looking forward. "I thought we were going to a party."

"Right."

Renji and Ichigo didn't say much the rest of the ride to the party. When the two pulled up to the party, it was already in full swing, but they were lucky to find parking on the curb near the apartment. When they walked in they noticed that most, if not all of the people there were from Las Noches. The two stuck close to each other as they tried to look for some familiar face. That was when Ichigo felt a strong arm wrap around his waist. He jumped at the sudden contact, his body turning into a fighting stance. Ichigo's brown eyes instantly fell onto a eat shit grin that belonged to the host of the party.

"Hey Berry. Why so jumpy?" Before he could respond, Grimmjow placed a soft, chaste kiss on Ichigo's lips. After looking at the orange-haired boy's reaction, he chuckled before walking away.

Renji cocked a red eyebrow. "I thought you didn't like him?"

Ichigo rubbed his face as he attempted to wipe away his very apparent blush. "Attraction and liking someone are to very different things."

Renji simply shook his head as he began to walking around the party, attempting to mingle with what friends he did have from the other school. Ichigo pulled himself towards the kitchen, looking for something to drink to ease his sudden nerves. Ever since the fight between him and Toshiro, Ichigo found himself in Grimmjow's presence when he wasn't with Renji. Ever since their little kiss in the bathroom, Grimmjow started being a lot more open about his feelings. He'd openly kiss Ichigo in public, slung his arm around his shoulder, and generally gave off the aura of a boy friend. Ichigo wasn't complaining. He wanted the attention after the whole Toshiro incident. But he knew he didn't harbor the same feelings as Grimmjow, but he went along with it anyways. It was only a matter of time until things caught up with him. People always say that you can't have your cake and eat it too.

"Are you having fun?" Ichigo felt the hot air on his neck as the voice remained dangerously close to his ear. He didn't need to turn around to know who was talking to him.

"I just got here." Ichigo tried to keep his voice in control, trying to make sure that it didn't come out breathy.

"So, do I need to entertain you more?" Ichigo felt a large hand slid across his abdomen, a strong arm pulling him backwards into the hard body behind him. He took a large swig of the beer in his hand, draining half the can in one go. He felt the need for liquid courage.

"And how," Ichigo turned slowly in the arms around his waist so that he was facing the blue haired man behind him, "do you intend to do that?"

A smirk made its way to Grimmjow's thin lips. Without a word, he pulled on Ichigo's wrist, leading him to the small dance floor that had formed in his living room. Ichigo kept his eyes locked on Grimmjow's, his eyes occasionally flicking downward to eye those thin lips. Grimmjow's hand lowered from Ichigo's wrist and down to his hand, lacing their fingers has he pressed his waist against Ichigo's. Their hips moved sensually against one another, the friction causing them to both groan inwardly. Ichigo felt himself getting lost in the music and the feel of the hard bodied male in front of him. Ichigo's hands had a mind of their own as they slowly disentangled themselves from Grimmjow's grip. They run up his arms so that he could run them down the hard pectorals. Grimmjow's now free hands quickly made way to grab hold of the lithe waist of the orange-haired kid.

The dance didn't last long; the song had changed to a slow tempo. Grimmjow had begun to slow the sway of his hips, essentially grinding and rolling hips against Ichigo's slowly hardening member. Hands still on Grimmjow's chest, Ichigo pushed the man away from him, trying to control his breathing as he took a step back. Grimmjow looked at him some what confused by the action. Ichigo merely smiled softly while shaking his head. He turned around, throwing a fleeting glance at Grimmjow, who in return was giving Ichigo a shit-eating grin.

Ichigo walked around the party, saying hi to the few people he knew, until he had found the familiar red head. Renji had been sitting on the couch next to a tall lanky man with an eye patch. On the floor next to him was a sleepy looking man who lazily nursed the beer in his hands. Sitting on the man with the eye patch's lap was a certain blonde that Ichigo was not expecting to see at the party.

"Shinji?"The blonde looked up at the sound of his name; the smile that seemed to take over his whole face had miraculously grown bigger at the site of Ichigo.

"Ichi!" Shinji hopped off of the lap he had been sitting on and ran his way towards his long time friend. He threw his arms around Ichigo's neck and jumped slightly in excitement. He pulled away and held the other at an arm's length. "Ichi! I didn't know you were coming! How are ya? Gahd, I haven't seen you in HOW long?" He removed on of his hands from Ichigo's shoulder to light slap him in the chest. "Gahd, what kind of best friend are you?"

Ichigo could tell that his best friend was obviously drunk. "Shinji, I saw you last week."

Shinji giggled slightly and hugged Ichigo again. "Ichi, I LOVE you, you
know that! Simply love you."

Ichigo felt himself blush as he pushed the blonde away from him. "Yeah Shin. I love you too."

"No, I really mean it. I love you. You and Renji, you're the best friends I could ever ask for."

Ichigo looked over Shinji's shoulder as he removed himself from the blonde. Renji rolled his eyes as he shook his head trying not to snicker. Renji and Shinji had a complicated friendship. The two picked on each other so much that an outsider wouldn't believe that the two were actually best friends, as well as cousins. Though, neither would never really admit that they enjoyed each other's company. Well, except for Shinji, but that was only when he was drunk.

"Oi blonde. Get yer ass back here."

Shinji smiled as he practically skipped back to the lap he had been sitting in before he had attacked Ichigo. Ichigo looked at the tall man with the violet eye, trying to figure out why the stick for a man had looked so familiar. He figured that he was either Shinji's new boyfriend or a potential score for the night. He contemplated the sight, Shinji draping an arm around the unknown man's thin wiry shoulders, allowing the man to assault his neck, while Shinji told what seemed to tell a one sided interesting story to Renji, he was merely texting away on his phone while nodded his head as he hardly even tried to appear engaged in the conversation.

As Ichigo stood there and watched the sight, he felt a body press flat against him as a pair of think arms snaked across his body. A chin propped against his shoulder, allowing him to see the shock of blue, reassuring that it was only Grimmjow trying to make a pass. Renji took the opportunity to look up from his phone and eye the couple...pair...the two in front of him. He arched eyebrow at Ichigo who merely shrugged in response, not knowing himself the entire situation that was going on with him and the man behind him. Renji furrowed his eyebrows and looked down at his phone, his fingers flying across the keyboard.

"Oi, Nnoitra."

Nnoitra, the man who had been attacking Shinji's neck, looked up. He was clearly upset that he had to stop his ministrations on the smaller male. "Wha' do ya want?"

"Where'd you put the keg? Yammy was looking for it."

"It's in my room." He turned to go back to the pale neck in front of him.

"Hey asshole." Nnoitra looked up at Grimmjow. "I'm not goin' inta ya room with out ya, come on." He let go of Ichigo's waist, but grabbed his chin in return. Grimmjow smashed his lips against Ichigo's rather roughly, before pulling back. He had a cocky grin on his lips while he
walked away.

Ichigo watched the retreating back before turning to a very stunned looking Shinji, and a very frustrated looking Renji. Shinji's eyes flickered between Ichigo and the man walking away. The scene that had just occurred had sobered him up a bit to think coherently at what just happened. Regardless, his mouth kept opening and closing as he tried to figure out what question to ask first.

"Stop doing that you idiot. Ya look like a freaky blonde fish." Shinji threw a heated glare at his cousin who merely rolled his eyes and grunted.

"Ichi, since when have you been dating Grimm? I thought you were dating Toshiro for the past year?" Shinji threw the accusations at Ichigo quickly. As much as he didn't want to have this particular conversation here, he knew there was no way that Shinji would let him go. Especially after seeing Grimmjow kiss him like that.

With a sigh, Ichigo sat on the couch between his best friends. "I'm not dating either one of them."

"Wait, don't ya and Toshiro sleep togetha though?""Yeah, but it was supposed to be just sex. For him at least. God, I mean, I've liked the guy since high school, you think he'd get the picture, you know? But no, he has to be all high and mighty and only wants me for a good fuck. But then I met Grimmjow." Ichigo paused to throw a quick glance at blue haired man who seemed to be laughing at something some pink haired guy said. "I felt an attraction to him. I mean, it wasn't as intense as my attraction to Toshiro, but it was still there. So I figured Id try seeing him. Maybe if I did that, I'd get over my feelings for Toshiro."

"Did it work?" Renji looked at Ichigo with a serious expression that looked foreign on his usually relaxed face.

"No." Ichigo let out a sigh. He was finally going to get out what was bugging him for the past two weeks. "Two weeks ago I was hanging out with Grimmjow when suddenly Toshiro was there. He snatched me away, like literally pulled me away and shoved me in the car and drove off. He took me to dinner and then we went for a walk in the park for ice cream. And then we went home and had the best sex I had ever had in my whole life." Ichigo flushed.

"So what's the problem then?" Shinji looked generally concerned. His face was clearly showing that he was in what was usually referred to as "Girl Shin."

"The next morning before he went to work I tried to confront him." Ichigo paused. He really didn't want to relive the story, but he knew he was into deep to stop. "He said he had no feelings for me. I told him to stay, to open up, but he didn't. He turned away and walked out on me. I'm so confused, what did I do wrong? I liked him for forever and I was finally getting over him when he pulls me back."

"You did nothing wrong Ichi." Shinji rubbed a small circle on the other male's shoulder blade. "Toshiro is an asshole; I told you that when you first told me you liked him."

"He's not an asshole." Four shocked eyes turned towards Renji.

"Renji, what are you talking about? He hurt our best friend. He toyed with his emotions and threw him away like a used tissue. That. Is. The. Definition. Of. An. Asshole." Shinji smacked his hands together as he spoke for emphasis.

Renji gave a non-committal shrug. "I just think you're wrong."

Shinji scoffed. "Wrong? How am I wrong?"

"I don't think Toshiro intentionally hurt Ichigo." He shrugged again. "Maybe he was just confused."

"Toshiro is an asshole, end of story."

"You really have no right to talk since your boyfriend doesn't even call you by your name. At least Toshiro has class and responsibilities."

"You're only sticking up for him because he's best friends with Princess Shuuhei."

"How many times do I have to tell you to not call him that?" Renji was growling now as he stood up from the couch.

Shinji stood up as well. "Princess. Shuuhei."

"Guys, stop it." Ichigo stared at the two, confused on how a conversation over his problem had turn into name calling over their significant others.

"Oi blonde, yer ready ta leave?" Shinji looked away from his seething cousin as Nnoitra and Grimmjow had sauntered over. The three looked around them and just noticed that the party had ended.

"Ya, I'm ready." Shinji glared at Renji before turning to Ichigo. "Call me if you need anything. Don't listen to Renji, the guys an asshole." Renji growled at his retreating cousin.

"Don't wait up fer me Grimm. Ill prolly be back in tha morning'." Nnoitra followed the blonde out of the room.

Renji turned to Ichigo. "You ready to go?"

Ichigo looked between Grimmjow and Renji. He bit his lip as a decision was made in his head. "Ya know what, Renji. I think I'll stay behind and help Grimmjow clean up. He can take me home."

Renji threw a glare at Grimmjow. "Ichigo, are you sure you wann-"

"The berry said he'll stay. Now why don't you run on home?" Grimmjow made a shooing motion with one hand as he wrapped the other arm around Ichigo's shoulder.

"It's fine Renji. Shuuhei's probably waiting for you anyways."

Renji gave Ichigo a hesitant nod before turning and leaving. He really didn't want to leave his friend there, but he knew there was no changing Ichigo's mind. Ichigo watched as his friend left the room and within milliseconds, Grimmjow's hands were placed on his waist, pulling him back to feel the hard bodied male behind him. Ichigo sighed at the feeling. He was a lot different than the man he usually slept with. That's what furthered his decision. He needed this.

Grimmjow ducked his head so that his lips could attach to the tanned neck in front of him. He sucked on the skin and nipped at it before pulling back to hover near Ichigo's ear. "Ya have no real intentions of helping me clean, do ya?" He bit on the top of Ichigo's ear, pulling
slightly.

Ichigo groaned softly, before spinning in Grimmjow's arms so that he could face the other. "Was I that obvious?" Ichigo's voice dropped a few notes, to what Grimmjow presumed was his bedroom voice.

Grimmjow growled in his throat. "Very obvious. Just like how you look like you obviously want to fuck me." Ichigo flushed at the rather blunt accusation. "Yer cute when you do that berry."

Ichigo scowled. He was not cute. "Do what?"

"Git all innocent on me." He lowered his head so that his lips were brushing against Ichigo's. "But I know yer not. With your obvious need to be fucked. You want to be fucked hard, dontcha. You want all of me in you, pounding you in the mattress. It'll be the best fuck you've ever had."

Ichigo flushed even harder. He'd bottom before a couple of times, but in the past year he's only topped, and had forgotten what it would be like to be on the receiving end. Grimmjow took this slight moment of hesitation to capture Ichigo's lips for the third time of the night. His arms automatically tightened around Ichigo's body, one arm pressing their chest closer together, while the other, pressed their hips closer. Grimmjow's tongue flicked across the seam of Ichigo's lips. The latter lifted his arms to wrap around Grimmjow's neck as he opened his mouth
and tried to deepen the kiss.

The arm that was wrapped around Ichigo's waist lowered so that it was beneath the other's ass. He easily lifted the smaller male, who instinctively wrapped his legs around the man's waist for support. The two had begun to move, Grimmjow walked swiftly to his bedroom. Grimmjow unceremoniously dropped Ichigo on the bed who bounced slightly. Ichigo watched breathlessly as he watched Grimmjow pull his shirt over his head. Grimmjow smirked as he watched chocolate eyes rake over his well toned body.

"What are ya doin, berry. Ya just gonna sit there in yer clothes?"

Ichgio hastily pulled off his shirt before Grimmjow leaned back over him, not letting him take off his pants. Their lips met again, and Grimmjow viciously stuck his tongue back into the other man's mouth. Grimmjow's tongue rubbed against Ichigo's, his tongue curling around it, so that they were in a dance for dominance. As Grimmjow continued to assault Ichigo's mouth, his hands ran down the chest in front of him. Ichigo's hands clawed at Grimmjow's shoulders and back as he felt Grimmjow rub their clothed groins together as his nimble fingers tweaked his dusty nipples. Ichigo removed his mouth from Grimmjow's and threw his head back to let out a throaty groan.

Grimmjow's hands ventured south to tackle Ichigo's belt buckle as his lips attached to the offered neck. Ichigo's hands made their way to fist into the blue locks, his body quickly being over ridden with lust. Within seconds, Ichigo's pants were off, as well as Grimmjow's. Grimmjow pressed their bodies together again, his leaking erection rubbing against Ichigo's weeping member. He smirked into the other's neck as he heard a loud moan tear from those kiss-swollen lips. His mouth left the neck that he had been nursing, eyes gleaming at the mark that was slowly forming. Teeth and tongue made their way down his chest, pausing briefly on his dusty nipples to bring them to pert attention.

Grimmjow snaked a hand between him and Ichigo to wrap his large hand around their members. Ichigo gasped at the feeling. He bucked into the hand and shivered when he felt the friction of Grimmjow rubbing against him. Grimmjow only stroked them a few times before his hand unwrapped, causing a disappointed groan to emit from the smaller male. Ichigo's
disappointment didn't last long when he looked down and saw Grimmjow's cerulean blue eyes locked with his as his mouth hovered over the head of his penis. Ichigo watched as Grimmjow lowered himself around the other's appendage. There was no sensual foreplay, like there was when Toshiro sucked him off. Instead it was a harsh constant sucking that kept him on edge.

Grimmjow pressed the flat of his tongue against the prominent vein on the underside of Ichigo's penis. He curled it around the thick member as his head bobbed up. He easily swallowed the entire member, without even paying attention to Ichigo's need hands pressing against the back of his head. As he sucked the orange haired man off, he presented his fingers to full lips.

Ichigo knew what this meant, having done the action to his roommate on countless occasions. He hesitantly took the fingers in his mouth, his brain torn between thinking about bottoming and the feeling that was placed around his penis. The hand left his mouth and Ichigo moaned as Grimmjow slid his tongue on the slit of his penis, just as one finger entered him.
He wiggled against the intruder, feeling discomfort rather than pain. Grimmjow gave him a few pumps with one finger before a second and third entered him. Ichigo, not used to such rough treatment, came with a particularly hard suck and a press of the three fingers jabbing into his prostate. Grimmjow swallowed everything, the motion milking and elongating Ichigo's slightly premature orgasm. After a few seconds of scissoring Ichigo's entrance, Grimmjow pulled his fingers out, with a satisfied smirk when he heard Ichigo groan. Ichigo subconsciously opened his legs wider as he felt Grimmjow reposition himself.

Grimmjow thrust himself into Ichigo completely, until he felt himself fully sheath. He fought every urge to pound into the kid. Ichigo's mind was in a whirl of distraught. One part of him wanted to push the intruder out, to do something to get rid of the searing pain. The other wanted to buck against Grimmjow's hips to enhance the underlying pleasure. He went with the latter.

"Gri-Gri-Grimm..." Ichigo wiggle his hips against the other. "Move damn it. Do something."

Grimmjow didn't need a second invitation. He pulled out almost completely before slamming back into the other. Ichigo's back arched into the other, as he slammed into him over and over again. Grimmjow wrapped his arms around Ichigo's torso as he pulled him up so the man was straddling his waist.

"Ride me, bitch." Grimmjow bit on Ichigo's ear lobe as he felt the man rise and fall on his penis. "Yeah, fuck herself on me." Ichigo moaned at the dirty talk, something he had never experience before Grimmjow.

Grimmjow was getting close to the edge, fueled by the feeling of the steady, yet fast pace, which Ichigo had set for them. He pushed the smaller male back into the mattress and pressed his legs back, effectively folding him in half. Ichigo let out a loud moan as he felt the man go deeper inside him, hitting his prostate dead on with each thrust.

"Fuck!" Ichigo swore at the feeling. "Close...I-I-I'm so...fu-fa-fucking...close!"

Hearing Ichigo's bedroom voice again turned Grimmjow on even more. He increased his speed ruthlessly slamming into the smaller male. His lips reattached themselves to Ichigo's, neither of them caring at the sloppy kiss they were sharing. Grimmjow reached between their two bodies to grab hold of Ichigo's neglected member. He quickly began to pump him in time with his thrust. Ichigo was pushed over the edge when Grimmjow bit into his shoulder, squeezing his member, and placing a hard slam into his prostate.

"T-To-," Grimmjow ruthlessly slammed into Ichigo when he heard the name that was daring to escape his lips. "GRIMMJOW!"

"Fuck, B-Berry."

Grimmjow came three thrust later when he felt Ichigo clamp his inner walls around the appendage. He continued to weakly thrust into him, milking his orgasm of all of its worth. He pulled his softening member out of the other and carefully rolled off the man and onto his back. Sleep quickly over came Grimmjow, but Ichigo wasn't as lucky.

Ichigo stared at the man lying next to him. Everything so different than his usual sexual affairs. The sex was rough and quick, so different from the passionate and slow sex he experienced with Toshiro. Even when the two decided to be rough, it was never nearly as quick as sex with Grimmjow. Ichigo's body felt sad, his heart heavy with realization that there would be no after-sex cuddling, like there was with his roommate, even if it did only last a few seconds.

Ichigo's senses picked up everything about the sleeping man. The loud rumbling sound that emitted from his chest. The scowl that seemed to be present, even in his sleep. The hard muscles that didn't shiver under his touch. As he watched the large male sleep, he couldn't help but think about the small male who seemed to fit perfectly against his body when they drifted off to sleep together after to sex. The small male who always provided passion in their affairs. The small male who was being ignored by an idiot. By me, Ichigo thought to himself.

Without a second glance to the blue haired male, Ichigo grabbed his clothes and was out of the apartment without a sound. After a quick cab ride, and a quick shower, Ichigo slipped on his pajamas, and walked towards the quiet room at the end of the hall. He turned the knob slowly, happy that Toshiro hadn't locked it, like he usually does. He tip-toed into the room and stared at the man he knew he was in love with.

Toshiro looked like he was having a bad dream, so Ichigo lifted the blankets and slid into the bed quickly. He lowered the sheets down as fast and quietly as he could, not wanting any of the heat to leave the cocoon of blankets. Ichigo wrapped an arm around Toshiro's small frame and shifted their bodies so that they were pressed against one another. Ichigo noticed the change in Toshiro's facial expressions, going from discomfort to content. Ichigo let out the breath he subconsciously held and sleep quickly claimed him.

Hello readers!

Yes, all of you are thinking: "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!" Especially after the dramatic last chapter.
Well, my computer caught a virus and was out of commission for the past two weeks.
I wrote this chapter on my phone and then, when I had the time, was able to edit it on the computer (rather quickly, so excuse the mistakes).

Also, I hope you enjoyed this chapter...because shit's going to hit the fan next week.
My interent on my laptop (which is fixed now) is still acting up, so I don't know when I'll update next.
AND SINCE I missed last weeks update, I made this chapter twice as long~

Also, for them GrimmIchi fans, I've started a new story~
I'm not sure when I'll be updating it, since I'm focusing on this story, but second chapters already inthe works :D