Chapter 5 – Caring and Sharing

Continuing!

Warning! Sexual situations, sexual actions, multiple partners … yeah, man-on-man sex! Filthy language.

Me no own Bleach or any of its characters. Dammit.

When Ichigo walked through the heavy steel door that led out onto the facility's roof, he elbowed it wide open, carefully managing the coffee cups in his hands. Looking straight ahead, he saw the outline of Mr. Sexy Bl- , er, Jaegerjaques-san outlined against the night lights of the city of Karakura. He walked up behind him. "Here … your coffee," he said as he joined the other man, who was leaning forward, elbows on the roughly waist-high concrete railing that completely surrounded the rooftop.

"Thanks," the other man grunted, accepting the coffee cup without turning.

Ichigo sipped his steaming hot coffee, looking out at the lights. He had a half-hour for break … 3C being very lenient in that regard, knowing that in this high-stress environment sufficient breaks were necessary to keep employee burnout at bay. The staff received two half-hour breaks and an hour for lunch each shift, and were encouraged to "get away" from their work area if at all possible. Ichigo, for one, spent a lot of his break time up on this roof. It was quiet, dark, and he usually had it all to himself.

The facility also recognized – without actually condoning it – that smoking was something that some of their staff wanted to do. On the roof, smoking was allowed. Bucking the trend that most hospitals were following, Karakura Chronic/Acute Care (KCAC) did not attempt to strong-arm their employees into smoking cessation and did not punish the ones who chose to use tobacco. Ichigo and the rest of the staff who smoked appreciated that, since such tactics smacked of being treated like a wayward child. What he did with his own body, on his own time, was his own business. Period. He lit up … then remembered his manners and offered a cigarette to the blue-haired man to his right.

"Thanks," he said again, taking the offered cigarette out of Ichigo's pack. He accepted a light and inhaled deeply, then exhaled a long steady stream of smoke. Ichigo stared at his face as the coal flared during another inhale. His features were strong but not heavy: a smooth forehead, highlighted by arching blue eyebrows (at the moment furled in a slight frown) … a straight aquiline nose … rather thin but well-formed lips … strong jaw lines. In the flickering light his eyes were a dark fathomless blue, looking almost purple. But his best features by far were that amazing hair – again a riot of messy spikes and long sideburns that suited him so well – and, Ichigo remembered it perfectly … that grin. He wished he could see it again. It was gleeful, almost manic, promising everything from little-boy naughtiness to absolutely sinful adult delights.

He looked away. They stood there, a couple of guys having a smoke/coffee break, looking at the sleeping city and the timeless beauty of the universe spreading out over their heads, both men silent under the weight of their own thoughts.

Grimmjow had left Seireitei alone on Friday night. He'd gotten off in the alley during that fucked-up little threesome (how long since he'd done something like that, fer fuck's sake?), and then after that just couldn't scrape up enough interest in anyone or anything inside the goddamn place. He'd watched Ichigo for a while, noting the sexy undercurrent between the orange-haired man and the serious black-haired man next to him at the table … but he never had another chance to get the little shit alone. Grimm didn't want to approach the table and have to go through the bullshit of meeting his friends or any of that crap. Didn't think he could handle being "sociable" at the moment – although he'd thought for a second or two about teaching the tattooed redhead at the table a thing or two about fuckin' bottoming.

So after yet another drunk half-naked bitch had tried to feel him up at the bar, he'd called it quits and left, heading back to Szayel's house alone – which was fine. The only person he wanted with him at Szayel's house at the moment was Szayel! But his brother was at Karakura General, awaiting transfer on Sunday to Karakura Chronic/Acute Care's Coma Care Center. Shit. He couldn't believe it, even still. His brother. In a fucking coma! From which it was possible he might never awaken? What the FUCK.

It was obvious, over the past several months, that something was going on with Szayel. He'd just looked unhealthy, it was hard to put your finger on exactly what it was … but he looked fuckin' old somehow. He'd packed on some pounds, his hair and skin looked like crap, and he'd finally 'fessed up to Grimm (on Skype one night) that he was sleeping about 15 hours a day. He got headaches that made him want to scream. Grimmjow – who hated hospitals and doctors in particular, the officious pricks – had actually urged his brother to go to the doctor. Szayel had said he'd make an appointment maybe, but that he had researched his 'problem' and was going to go to an herbalist first.

Grimm had only sighed in exasperated response. Sometimes Szayel was too smart – too educated – for his own good. Grimmjow hadn't tried to coerce his brother into skipping the herbalist and heading straight for the CAT scans and advanced medicine a doctor could hook him up with … because he'd known that Szayel would look at him, fondly but with lofty amusement, and assure Grimm that he knew what he was doing. He regretted that now, bitterly – he should have shouted, cursed, forced the man to go to the hospital.

And look at him now. Zay, did yer herbalist have somethin' to zap that tumor off yer pituitary gland? Not fucking hardly. The pink-haired asshole, would he EVER listen to Grimmjow? Ever? He had run his fingers through his hair, fighting the urge to smash everything in Szayel's living room to splinters, shaking with anger and frustration. 'Helplessness' was not a feeling that sat well in Grimmjow Jaegerjaques' gut.

Instead, he'd gone for the liquor cabinet.

Two tumblers of Jack Daniels later, he was sitting forward on the edge of the couch, looking into the flames of a roaring fire he'd started in Szayel's hearth. Fuck. He wanted to go to the hospital, but he could barely stand seeing his brother in that shithole. Karakura General Medical Center was old and musty … Grimm didn't even want to think what kinds of nasty life forms were hatching in the cracks in the walls of an ancient fucking wreck like KGMC. He couldn't wait to get his brother out of there. The facility he was moving to, 3C, had a fantastic rep, as did Karakura Chronic/Acute Care. Money didn't matter. One way or the other, Szayel had to wake up! He was the only sibling Grimmjow had, and he damn sure wasn't losing him!

When Grimmjow was 5 and Szayel was 7, Zay's dad had married Grimm's mom. Small at that age and already shy due to the reactions he'd get about his hair, Grimmjow had hidden behind his Mama's legs, clutching her skirt, and peeked at the other boy at their first meeting. He was taller, he had pretty pink hair – like a Pokemon or somethin'! – and he wasn't staring at Grimm's hair like he was weird or scary.

"Somethin' wrong, dude?" Szayel had asked, bending to the side to look around Mama's legs. Grimm buried his face in her skirt and shook his head. "Well, c'mon then. Hear that? It's th'ice cream truck. Let's go get some!" Before he knew it, he was racing after his new brother, being pulled by the hand, yen burning a hole in his pocket. Szayel had let him carry the money.

It had practically been love at first sight. They were inseparable after that … except for times when Grimmjow was still in grade school and Zay had moved on to middle school, stuff like that. But Zay had the patience of a saint (something Grimm definitely lacked), an astounding intellect, and the willingness to explain everything a curious younger brother wanted to know. Grimm had idolized him, he'd loved him more than anyone in the world. Even when Szayel became a teenager, he still didn't try to ditch Grimmjow or lock him out of his room (well … not much, anyway. A guy's gotta have his privacy after he discovers his dick!) They were brothers, he said. That superseded everything – and then he'd explained what 'superseded' meant. Grimmjow had absolutely worshipped him.

The problem had come one summer night when Szayel had unexpectedly returned home and caught Grimmjow in the back yard with one of Zay's friends. They were 'doing it', the older teen's dick buried in Grimm's ass to the hilt, the blue-haired boy leaning back against a tree with one leg cocked up, holding on for dear life and moaning with pleasure as Zay's friend thrusted inside him. It had been made grossly apparent that Szayel had been almost maniacally homophobic (it had only been later that Grimm had found out what was really going on). He had completely freaked out, screaming at the two of them – he'd beaten his now-former friend, Tomo, to within an inch of his life for "raping his little brother". When Grimm had explained that it most certainly was not rape, that had cemented a breach that had lasted for five years. Grimmjow was heartbroken, lost without his brother.

The end of the breach had come about just as dramatically. Grimm was out of high school and in college, Szayel had already graduated one university magna cum laude and was enrolled in a master's program in Tokyo. On a return home to Karakura, he'd met Grimm's boyfriend, a small feminine-looking boy of 17, shy and cute, who looked at Grimmjow with evident adoration whenever the now-tall and muscular blue-haired male was within sight. Szayel had been a sarcastic shit, treating the little guy with disdain and speaking to him with caustic sneers. Grimm had objected, sent his little boyfriend scampering to safety, words had escalated to blows, and the fight was on.

What Zay hadn't realized was that Grimm had grown up … and he'd lost the fight dramatically. He'd ended up pinned underneath his 'little brother', staring up into frowning blue eyes. "Fuckin' stop it, Zay … what the fuck … stop it, you shit!"

"Get … get offa me!" Szayel struggled fruitlessly against the larger male holding him down. But there was a part of him that was definitely not down. Face bright red, Zay pushed at Grimm's shoulders. "Get off, Grimm!"

Feeling that hard length pressing up against him, Grimm had looked down, then the anger melted away just like that. "Szayel," he'd begun, quietly, holding very still but keeping his older brother underneath him.

Zay had groaned wordlessly in reply, sweat breaking out on his upper lip, and his hips bucked uncontrollably upwards against Grimm's.

"Szayel, I love you, dammit," Grimm had said quietly. "Is this why …?"

"Grimm," Zay had moaned, helplessly. "No, please … ah, gods …. It's you … it's always been you … please, let me go. Please." But his arms were now wrapped tightly around Grimmjow's shoulders, trembling, giving the lie to his words.

Instead of letting go, Grimmjow bent down and kissed Zay's cheek softly. With a guttural groan, Szayel's body had thrummed under his, he'd turned his head and licked Grimm's lips, gasping, hips grinding against his little brother's … unbearably excited now, Grimmjow had pulled his brother up and onto his lap and kissed him with abandon, all lips and teeth and tongue, feeling those long arms wrap around him fiercely, feeling his brother shake with desire in his lap.

"No … no Grimm, no …." His body was more honest, though, as Szayel had a blazing orgasm within moments, just from being in his beloved brother's lap and kissing him, oh gods, kissing him and being kissed, how long had he fantasized about this? How fucking long?

Grimm had held him after, stroking that vibrant pink hair, letting him calm down on his lap, murmuring softly in his ear. "It's all right … it's okay, yeah? Zay … it's all right."

His dick had softened somewhat in his pants as Szayel had begun to cry, sobbing in his arms. "Grimm … Grimm …." Over and over. "I – I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"I said it's okay, Zay. Don't cry, man," Grimmjow held on tight.

"I couldn't tell ya," Zay whispered. "I just couldn't. And … and when I caught you with Tomo, I thought I'd fucking die. That bastard was taking what was mine … I wanted to kill him."

"You almost did," Grimm had said, petting his brother's hair.

"After that I … I couldn't face you. I felt so dirty, wanting to be boned by my little brother, how fucked-up is that?" Zay's face was buried in Grimmjow's neck, his hot breath gusted out, tickling … and suddenly Grimm's teenaged libido was up in arms again. Zay stiffened as "Little Grimm" stiffened beneath his buttocks.

"Zay …" Grimmjow groaned, turning his head to kiss his brother's chin, his jaw, to take a soft earlobe in between his teeth and suckle it.

"Grimmjow … don't. We can't! I …." He was stiffly upright, back arched, arms still around Grimm's shoulders and neck. His breathing began to speed up.

"Then just once, Zay … okay? Let's do it just once, and then we'll never bring it up again, if that's what you want. Yeah?" He whispered this into Szayel's ear, then licked it.

Zay's body gave a violent shudder as he pressed himself closer still, his head falling back on his neck, eyes closed. Grimm felt his cock harden in his pants and took that for a tacit 'yes'. He dropped his hands to Szayel's hips and held him steady as he ground his hardness up against him. After about a minute he unzipped Zay's jeans, taking his dick in hand as it sprang out to meet him. Zay shouted as Grimm's fingers touched him.

It was short work to get both their pants off, and settle once again with Szayel on his lap. He'd taken his brother's virginity that night, then done it twice more, his offer about doing it just once forgotten in the heat of passion. That feeling … of sex with LOVE … gods, it was amazing, it was better than anything ever, it was the best. Grimmjow had fallen for his brother all over again, hard.

The next morning, it was time for seriousness. Zay had kissed him, for the last time, he said … and they'd agreed (very reluctantly on Grimmjow's part) it could never happen again.

But two weeks later, Grimmjow and Szayel had been alone in the house for a weekend – their parents gone to a conference in Nagasaki. Grimm could no longer resist needing that sensation – sex with love – and had been parading around shirtless in unzipped jeans in front of his brother, tempting him, taunting him gently, touching him at various unguarded moments, giving him long steamy looks.

The sex was amazing.

Thus had begun a year-long affair, one that had eaten Szayel up alive with every tryst. He tried to resist, but when they were alone together he couldn't stop his brother's advances. He just couldn't. Every time he "broke his word", every time he caved and let Grimm's tongue slide into his mouth as his cock slid into his ass, he suffered intensely. The guilt was too much for him. He attempted suicide.

After that, Grimmjow moved to Germany, moving in with his mother's family. He knew he'd have to get away from Szayel, he couldn't resist him when they were together all the time. The strategy had worked, after a while. Zay had recovered from the overdose, they'd slowly begun to speak over the phone, things like that … and they'd never mentioned a physical relationship again. In the intervening years, the breach had completely healed. Their intimate past had become like a comforting anchor, more than a torturous memory, and they were closer than ever now – as brothers, nothing more.

Then two weeks ago? Three? – they'd been Skyping on the computer again, Grimm in Germany and Szayel home at their parent's house in Karakura for the night. Zay had looked horrible – one eye was a blazing brilliant red, so bloodshot that it looked to be unrelieved red around the honey-colored iris. He was in pain from another headache, he said, and took what looked like a handful of pills as Grimmjow watched, alarmed, thousands of miles away. When he'd slumped over the keyboard after about 20 minutes, Grimm had phoned his parents, frantic. He watched, helplessly, as his parents tried to revive Zay, then there was the ambulance and EMT crews … the phone call from the hospital … and Grimm was on a plane for Karakura, after taking leave from his company and putting everything in the capable hands of his cousin, Neliel.

So. Here we fucking are.

Ichigo respected his break partner's apparent need for silent reflection, smoking and sipping coffee … offering another cigarette to the man, which he took with another quiet "thanks".

"What," Grimmjow began, clearing his throat and then starting again, "What do you think's gonna happen with my brother?" He glanced over at the orange-haired nurse as he leaned against the concrete balustrade.

"I hate to have to say this, but at this point, I don't know," Ichigo softly replied. "Nobody knows. We'll treat his thyroid levels, cleanse the oxycodone and the other drugs out of his system," here he looked at Grimmjow apologetically – the man hadn't known that his brother had been abusing other drugs as well, trying to feel better, "and keep an eye on his pituitary hormones. We'll take good care of him and keep him in shape for when he wakes up. That's all we can do right now."

"'For when he wakes up.'" Grimmjow repeated. "Ya sound pretty sure of that." He squinted at Ichigo through smoke.

"It's the only way I can think about it," Ichigo said, not looking back, taking a hit off his smoke.

Silence for a bit, then …. "So that other guy in there. I know ya can't talk about him too much, but, uh … he yer boyfriend or somethin'?" Grimmjow kept his blue eyes locked on the other male's face.

Ichigo shook his head.

Grimm knew he'd heard the oranget tell the blond in the first bed "I love you" when he came on shift. What the fuck was that about? But he didn't press it. Instead he flicked the coal off his cigarette and tossed it into a nearby standing ashtray. He looked up into the starry sky and took another hit of coffee. One thing you could count on nurses for: they knew where to get great coffee.

…

Ichigo had awakened late Sunday night and slowly had come to full awareness. Starrk was once again pressed up close against Ichigo, one arm draped across Ichigo's abdomen, one leg flung over him. Gin was on Ichigo's other side – holy shit – and was similarly wrapped around him. It was like they were trying to hold each other and Ichigo had somehow gotten trapped between them. Heat rose in his cheeks as he realized he had a "morning" wood of epic proportions. Dammit! What in the fuck was he gonna do now? Work was two and a half hours away, but he would've liked to get up, make coffee, have a shower, have breakfast, catch up on the news, stuff like that. But here he was, with a raging boner, locked in between two hot men.

And now he had a fucking tickle in his throat. His eyes watered uncontrollably as he fought to contain it without clearing his throat or coughing. Too bad, his body stated in no uncertain terms, as he lost the battle and had to clear his throat, which then made him cough a couple times.

Gin stirred on his left, moving in closer and stretching out his arm to pet Starrk's hair. His breath gusted out onto Ichigo's neck. Then Ichigo felt it … unmistakably, Gin's own wake-up erection pressed insistently against Ichigo's hip. He swallowed hard.

"Good morning, Kurosaki-kun," the silver-haired man murmured quietly. "Starrk-san still sleeping … what are the chances of that?" he teased, chuckling softly.

"G-good morning, Gin-san," Ichigo replied quietly, softly clearing his throat again. "This is … normal for him when he's here. He could possibly sleep all night and still be asleep when I get home in the morning. That is, if you guys decide to stay." He shifted a bit, trying to move unobtrusively away from that hardness poking his hip – but only succeeded in rubbing against it. Shit.

Gin was quiet for a moment, then said, smile in his voice, "We are going to do what he wants to do. Like always. I can never refuse him anything."

"That's sweet," a gravelly voice came from Ichigo's right. Starrk. He stirred, pressing himself in closer, reaching for Gin, and if Ichigo was embarrassingly aware of Gin's dick on his left? – it was nothing compared to the heat that flushed through him as what felt like a gigantic cock pressed against his thigh from the right. Holy fuck. He'd forgotten how big Starrk was. It had to be over ten inches when erect, the man was hung like a, yeah … a horse.

"Hold still, Starrk, baby," Gin said, voice muffled against Ichigo's neck. "Kurosaki-kun has a morning wood, you are torturing him." In direct contradiction to his own words, he shifted against Ichigo, too, squeezing him tightly.

"Can't help it," Starrk murmured. "Feels good." Sliiiide.

Ichigo cleared his throat, his own erection painful now, beginning to wonder if he should have himself checked by an endocrinologist to see if he was releasing dangerous pheromones. When a hand slid under the covers and touched his cock, he startled dramatically, gasping.

"Ichigo?" Starrk inquired … it was his hand. He pressed against Ichigo's cock and began rubbing it, lightly but insistently, still sliding his dick against the lucky pj's on Ichigo's thigh.

"Uh …" Ichigo could think of nothing to say. He couldn't think at all! This was … this was … this was so fucking HOT!

"Gin … Ichigo deserves our thanks, ne? For his devoted care of me, all this time," Starrk said, lifting his head to look at his fiancé. Solid in his relationship with the silveret, knowing his kinks, knowing that Gin was good with it. He grinned at him, eyes half-lidded but twinkling merrily.

"Yes, baby," Gin replied, grinning back, and kissed Ichigo's neck, nibbling his way down to the clavicle, sucking it. He slid his hand under the covers, too, and pulled down the pajama bottoms to cup Ichigo's balls, caressing and rolling them gently.

"G-guys? …" Ichigo began, feeling himself shake with full-on desire.

"Mmm," Starrk said, sticking out his tongue to lick a hard nipple. Ichigo twitched, then shuddered when Starrk sealed his lips around it and began to suckle, humming with pleasure.

Gin did the same thing on the other side.

Oh. My. Fucking Gods, Ichigo thought. Am I dreaming? What the fuck? He felt a deep flutter of pleasure in his pelvis as both his nipples were sucked at the same time.

"Ichigo … we won't use our dicks on anyone but each other … but we can definitely make you feel good," Starrk murmured, wrapping his fingers around Ichigo's cock and starting up a sweet rhythm with his hot tight hand. His mouth returned to Ichigo's nipple, nipping it sharply, then sucking again.

"Mah," Gin added, "you like it in the ass, ne? Here …." He slid his fingers through Ichigo's pre-seminal fluid and then back down to circle one twitching, desirous hole. He slid one long finger in, sliding it in and out, matching Starrk's rhythm. Ichigo gasped, arching his hips off the bed. "Good, ne?" He bit Ichigo's left nipple, gnawing on it almost-viciously, hurting but hurting good.

"Ah!" Ichigo's eyes were squeezed shut, his heart was pounding in his chest, his toes were curled. What that man could do to a nipple! Jesus Christ!

On the other side, Starrk was licking, flat-tongued, over and over, like a cat cleaning its fur. Hot, wet, rough against the sensitive flesh, Ichigo was quickly being propelled toward a massive orgasm.

"He's on his way," Starrk said, between licks.

"Mm-hmm," Gin replied, sucking as he held that luscious nipple trapped between his teeth.

"Ya wanna?" Starrk asked, shifting on the bed.

"Definitely," Gin replied, also shifting.

And in two seconds, Ichigo found himself being licked and sucked by two handsome men, his cock hard and throbbing with the attention. They were fisting each other's erections as they "showed gratitude" by giving Ichigo the most memorable blow job of his life. He couldn't help but watch – up on his elbows, eyes half-lidded and dark with desire, open-mouthed and gasping … what a sight.

Silver hair, brown hair. Handsome men, their long tongues licking up both sides of Ichigo's cock, slurping up his drooling pre-cum, kissing it, pampering it, nibbling and sucking. When he got too close, they stopped and licked each other's faces, kissed sloppily as they worked each other's cocks – it was so hot to watch! Ichigo's breath caught in his throat, eyes wide open now. When he calmed down again they went back to loving his dick, licking and kissing and sucking … gods! The bastards brought him to the edge what felt like countless times, but was really more like 5 or so.

"Please! Jesus, Starrk … Gin-san, please … I—" Ichigo was stammering, stuttering, red-faced and wanton, trembling and writhing on the bed. The pj's were off now, his erection was purple and hard as a rock, weeping non-stop … it would be pressed tightly up against his abdomen if Gin hadn't been holding it upright.

"You close?" Gin asked Starrk, stroking his lover's amazingly long beautiful cock.

"Mmm," Starrk replied around Ichigo's dick, sucking the head.

"Should we let him?" Gin's voice was muffled as he nibbled the base of Ichigo's member.

"Mm-hmm," Starrk hummed, letting Ichigo's dick sliiiide down his throat for the first time.

Gin knelt, one hand on Starrk's cock. With the other he once again slid his fingers into Ichigo's twitching hole, roughly, in and out in a punishing rhythm. He finger-fucked Ichigo and leaned in to lick Starrk's cheek until he came off Ichigo's dick. "Watch, Kurosaki-kun," Gin murmured, grinning … then both of them took turns licking up Ichigo's cock, sucking the head, alternately, like a double-speed blowjob, hot wet mouths and writhing tongues, nipping teeth.

Ichigo lost it. He lost it! He was moaning, thrashing, shaking from head to toe, matching the rhythm of Gin's fingers with his hips, ah gods it was good, so good! He shouted as much, "More! Gin-san … m-more! Ah please, s'good! So good!"

Did Gin-san fist him? It felt like it but he couldn't see. The pounding he was taking, the mouths on his cock, the view! Two gorgeous naked men, stroking each other off as they sucked him ….

It was one of the most violently awesome orgasms Ichigo had EVER had. He came forever, it seemed, spurting his cum onto those two tongues, watching as they lapped it up, watching them come, too. "GOD! FUCK Fuck fuck FUCK!" Ichigo screamed, body tight as steel, pleasure seeming to tear him in half. "Yes! Ah! AH! YES!"

…

He blushed now, recalling it. Had that just been a few hours ago? Christ. Right now, Starrk and Gin-san were probably asleep in Ichigo's bed. But earlier they had gotten up with him and had breakfast with him, feeding him like he was a prized pet or petted little sister, cooing over him … it was something totally outside Ichigo's experience, to be the one taken care of. He discovered that … well … he liked it. He'd been one big blush, something that had caused them to pet him even more, kissing his cheeks and playing with his hair. Jesus Christ.

Gin had made him a bento, they'd all showered together … that was an experience all its own. No sex at first, just tlc … they'd washed him as Starrk related the story of how Ichigo had cared for him while Kira was on 3C. Ichigo's boner had sprang back up as he was soaped … so Starrk had fisted his erection as Gin had once again fingered his backside. He'd returned the favor, leaning half against the shower wall, he'd fisted both their erections. God damn, Starrk had a long gorgeous dick. And Gin-san's wasn't anything to be ashamed of, either.

He didn't think he'd be able to come again so soon, but it wasn't long before he was gasping under the hot spray, Starrk's lips on his and Gin's mouth on the back of his neck. Damn. Those two. Amazing. A grateful happy Starrk was … a very generous man. Ichigo's lips twitched into a smile as the thought crossed his mind.

"If you guys need to go while I'm at work … that's okay," Ichigo had said. "Or you can sleep again, it's up to you both. Really. But just in case: it was great to see you again, Starrk … and very nice to meet you, Gin-san," he'd blushed up at the silver-haired man's grin. They'd petted him some more, kissed him out the door, and were in each other's arms before the door shut completely. Ichigo had heard, as he turned his key in the lock: "He's so cute!" A thump against the door as a body was pushed up against it. Gin's barely audible growl, muffled: "Mah - let's take him home with us." Ichigo had left for work with a smile on his face.

He came back to himself to find that Jaegerjaques-san was watching him, and that grin was fully evident under the starry sky and the soft, muted rooftop lighting. "Whatever it was ya was thinkin' about, it musta been good," the blue-haired man said, his voice low and rough.

"Ah," Ichigo said, hoping the light was dim enough to hide the color he could feel rushing up his neck, "I had a visit from an old friend yesterday. Been a while since I've seen 'im." The grin was … insane. If the man had giggled maniacally and began chasing invisible bunnies around the roof, Ichigo wouldn't have been surprised. But he stood there, leaning indolently against the concrete sidewall, all muscles and long lean male beauty.

Grimmjow's blue eyes raked over Ichigo from head to toe as he sucked his teeth. "How much time ya got left on yer break?" he asked, the roughness in his voice making goose bumps race up Ichigo's spine.

Ichigo shook himself internally and checked his watch. "Gotta be back in ten," he said, looking back at Jaegerjaques-san. "Want another smoke?"

"Sure," he replied. They lit up, inhaled, exhaled. "So … what's the story with you and that Dr. Aizen? And wasn't that a very relaxed Dr. Kuchiki you were pawin' at the table Friday night? You got a fuckin' doctor fetish or somethin'?"

"Hey," Ichigo began, frowning. "I wasn't pawing him, and no, I don't have a doctor fetish." Well … maybe for one certain doctor.

The blue-haired male moved a step closer. "Well … what kinda fetish do ya have? I'm easy," he said, and turned that grin on again. It promised … everything.

Ichigo frowned and mentally told his dick to stay down, boy, down! "First of all … Dr. Aizen is a very skilled doctor and is my boss—"

"Yeah, I gathered that. You said as much, when he was suckin' yer cock." Grin.

"I said that after …." Shit. Ichigo ran a hand through his hair, scrambling the already-messy spikes. "Look …."

"Oh, I'm lookin'. I been lookin'. Haven't ya noticed?" Another step closer, a further amping up of that insane smile.

D-down, boy. Please stay down. Getting a woody in scrubs was bad. And where was this energy coming from? He'd been pleasured at home – and how! – but then he'd reacted so intensely when Kuchiki-sensei had plundered his mouth in the locker room … and now with just words and a smile this man was turning him on like nobody's business. There had to be something wrong with him! "Stop, okay? Dr. Aizen took advantage. I – I don't like him, not like that."

"I gathered that, too," Grimmjow responded. "But unwilling sex is kinda hot sometimes, doncha think so? Well, I know ya do. A surprise bj in the alley from yer boss … damn, that's a fuckin' turn-on, y'know?"

Frowning angrily, Ichigo's treacherous mouth opened and the words spilled out before he could censor himself. "It was you, goddammit! I saw you and – shit!" More hand-raking through hair. Then strong arms were around him like steel bands, pulling him tightly against hard muscles and bulging jeans.

"I knew it. Ya want me," the other male growled. He pressed his hardness against Ichigo's lower abdomen. "I want you, too. I watched ya all night. I like the way ya look, fuckin' toldja that … I like the way ya move … I liked the way you came … all spread out against the wall and starin' at me while another fuckin' man sucked yer dick."

Ichigo couldn't move, held captive by strong arms, sensation, and that voice in his ear.

"I want you, Kurosaki-kun," he crooned Ichigo's name. Strong fingers slid into Ichigo's hair and grabbed hold, pulling his head back. The oranget was frozen in place – by surprise? Who cared. Grimmjow wanted that mouth.

Lips, surprisingly gentle, glided onto Ichigo's, kissing intently, the blue eyes closed, all his concentration centered on pleasuring Ichigo's mouth. He was skilled – very. A hand crept up to cup the side of his face, stroking his cheek as a warm wet tongue prodded gently at his lips until they parted, then slid inside, learning his taste and his feel. Ighigo moaned. He'd always been a sucker for a good kisser. He loved kissing and considered it to be the most intimate of acts between two people. He responded without thought, sliding his tongue under the other man's, his arms coming up to twine around Grimmjow's neck. The kiss deepened, although it was still basically gentle … soft, sweet, perfect. Timeless.

Ichigo's wristwatch alarm went off. His eyes sprang open as their lips parted. They'd been kissing for … almost ten minutes? What the fuck?

"If ya could see how ya look right now …" Grimmjow murmured, his voice low and rough, still holding him tightly. Ichigo had high color in his cheeks, his eyes were heavy-lidded, the pupils dilated, lips wet and red from kissing, breath deep and rapid, gusting from between those lips. "Yer beautiful."

Ichigo freed himself with slight difficulty and turned off his one-minute-warning alarm. "I … I gotta go back. Ishida's waiting." He sounded hoarse.

"Okay," the other man replied, reluctantly stepping away a pace. He rearranged himself inside his jeans, grimacing a bit. Shit, he was hard as a fucking steel pole. He tugged on the waistband of his jeans, pulling up a bit. Sometimes, when he got this hard, the head poked up and out. Kinda embarrassing in company.

Ichigo's scrubs were tented. Great. Just great. He sucked down coffee, thinking of gross stuff like brussel's sprouts and belly-button goo. He looked at Jaegerjaques-san, found that tactic contraindicated for hard-on suppression, and began walking slowly back towards the roof door. "You coming …" blush. "Er … you heading back down too?" He knew he'd see that grin if he looked at the other male again, so he didn't.

But Grimmjow wasn't grinning. He was looking intently at Ichigo from the back, furiously wondering why he hadn't taken it further while he had the chance. He'd had ten minutes, that was plenty of time for a quickie (although not the best-case scenario, beggars couldn't be choosers, yeah?) – why had he just kept kissing, unaware of the time passing? If he was gonna capture this man and take him away from those fucking doctors, he'd need to move quickly, imprint himself on the oranget and make him aware that he was Grimmjow's and no-one else's.

Wait … what?

He cleared his throat. "Uh … I'll be back down in a minute. Take care of my brother, yo?"

"Always," Ichigo replied, and meant it, although Jaegerjaques-san couldn't know the extent to which Ichigo was referring. And then he was through the door and pounding down the stairs.

…

"Thanks, Uryuu," he said quietly, receiving report upon his return. Both his patients were fine, at least as fine as they could be, ventilators whooshing softly next to their beds. After Ishida left, Ichigo went to Shinji and took his legs out of the CPM machines, stretching them, doing range of motion, pushing the comatose male's knees up to his belly and holding it, then stretching his legs out again, over and over. He spoke to him lovingly as he worked. "Can you believe it, Shin? – Starrk is here again, and he brought his fiancé with him. He's … quite a guy." He wouldn't talk about sex to Shinji … what if he was laying there all fired up and couldn't do anything about it? So he skirted around the issue, like he always did. "They're two affectionate guys, that's for sure." He caught Shinji up on all the day's business, working over his arms, then turning him onto his right side afterward. "There you go, love," he whispered. "I'll be back in a bit … just going to go take care of Szayel-san for a bit." He kissed Shin's cheek softly.

Ishida had started the pink-haired male's parenteral nutrition, which was feeding down a tube into Szayel's stomach through his nose. He'd not yet get a tube through his abdomen like Shinji's … that would come later, if it became apparent that he'd not be waking any time soon. Ichigo checked the rate the white, slightly thick liquid was feeding into Szayel's stomach and was satisfied. He checked the foley catheter bag and logged the amount of urine in it, then began to stretch and massage the tall man's right arm. "Szayel-san," he said softly, "remember me? It's Ichigo. You may have heard me earlier, talking to another in the room. That's Shinji-san … he's been here a long time."

The memory of Shinji's mother mentioning removing Shin's vent … but he hadn't heard anything more about it since, and didn't want to think about it now.

As he was massaging Szayel's other arm, Jaegerjaques-san came back into the room. He went straight for his brother's bed, looking down at him while Ichigo continued massaging the unconscious man's left arm, working the muscles, working the arm and hand.

"No change, I see," Grimmjow muttered, staring down at the once-vibrant pink-haired man.

"Nope. But don't worry … we'll keep him in top shape until he wakes up." Ichigo looked down at Szayel and smiled. "How about that, Szayel-san?" He patted his left cheek. "No worries. Just rest and get better. We'll be here to take care of you until you want to wake up." Ichigo had turned up the heat in the room while the covers were off his patients, and now he was sweating a bit. But he didn't stop. He moved to the foot of the bed and pushed the covers up off Szayel's legs, then began massaging them.

Grimmjow watched, a part of him feeling strangely … envious … of the oranget's hands on his brother's legs. His strong fingers moving rhythmically … he would bet it felt fantastic. Well, apparently it did, because it became increasingly obvious that his brother was sporting a cheerful boner. Ichigo was working on Szayel's thighs, and continued the massage, ignoring his patient's hard-on.

"Er … is that, uh …" Grimmjow began.

"Yep," Ichigo said, having pity on him. "Totally normal."

"Okay," Grimm returned. Whoa. "Is, uh … is it a good sign?"

"Yes, in fact. It shows that he can still sense things, even though he 'sleeps'," Ichigo replied. "A massage feels good, and when males feel good … well, you know."

"That I do," Grimmjow growled, a bit unable to take his eyes off the tented blankets. There was a time when he knew that erection intimately. Very. He swallowed hard past a sudden lump in his throat.

Szayel … brother … wake up. Please.

XXX

End Chapter 5!

Well well well. Ze plot thickens, ne?

There were some reviewers/pm-ers who were interested in a furtherance of the Starrk/Gin/Ichigo story … so I had pity on them. Hehe Hope you all liked it! XD

Thanks for reading, more to come soon! Yep-yep!

Ahvienda