I'm truly sorry for the stupid name of the gang. I was tired and couldn't think of anything else XD

Characters are property of Tite Kubo, I own nothing more then the story in itself ^^

Rated M for language and smex between Grimmjow and Ichigo XD

Grimmjow grinned and grabbed the front of Ichigo's shirt, pulling him close and kissing him.

Ichigo was quick to push him away however. Glaring at the other man, Ichigo wiped his mouth.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he hissed and was ready to punch Grimmjow if he didn't like the answer.

"What? I thanked ya..." Grimmjow smirked.

Ichigo snorted.

"Right, like that is a way to thank someone. You could have just said the words."

Grimmjow's smirk grew to a grin.

"It's my way of thanking people."

"Oh, how surprising. So, how many people have you thanked?" Ichigo asked, angry with himself that he was actually curious.

"Only you... And I will probably never thank anyone besides you."

Ichigo stilled and stopped fuming. Had he just said 'you' instead of 'ya'? Well, for some reason he believed the bastard too. There was an honesty in his voice that Ichigo couldn't deny.

"That doesn't mean I will allow it," Ichigo said and looked away.

"But ya liked it, didn't ya?"

"Why do you keep assuming I like things involving you..."

It was more of a statement then a question and Grimmjow shrugged.

"Maybe the kiss was too short. If we do it again, maybe you'll see ya like it."

"Like hell I will allow you to kiss me again."

"You're jus' afraid that ya will like it and ya don't want to admit it."

Ichigo hissed and grabbed Grimmjow's shirt.

"Like hell I would like a kiss from you, you big gorilla. You don't have anything fine about you, you're just a big, violent idiot."

"Do I have to be fine to make it to your liking? I can be fine if I have to."

"I doubt that," Ichigo said.

"Wanna try it again?"

"Hell no!"

"As I thought, you're jus' too afraid that I will be right and-"

Ichigo was pissed beyond words now and in his anger he didn't think. He crashed their lips together. The kiss was sloppy and full of anger from Ichigo's side, but Grimmjow didn't complain as he grabbed hold of Ichigo's hips, bringing him closer.
Ichigo didn't seem to mind and after a while he even licked Grimmjow's lips, begging for entrance. Grimmjow happily did as asked and they deepened their kiss. Their tongues battled, a battle that Ichigo slowly was winning and he couldn't help but moan. Grimmjow felt his body tingle with lust at the noise and thought it would be good to get them inside Ichigo's apartment.

"Ichigo?" a female voice reached them.

They both broke the kiss to stare at the three women that was standing there, staring at them. Ichigo felt his pride slowly fall as his neighbor and her two friends stood there and kept their staring contest. Ichigo let go of Grimmjow and took a step back.

"Matsumoto, Nel, Rukia... this isn't what it looks like. It's-" he started but Matsumoto interrupted him.

"Right, it didn't at all look like you were happily having a tongue battle with Mr. Handsome here. Don't mind us." She was smiling happily and Ichigo did the only thing he could think of.

He hurried inside his apartment, slammed the door shut and locked it. When Grimmjow heard the lock slide close, he looked over at the three women standing there. Grimmjow didn't look pissed off, he just coldly looked at them and they kept smiling nervously as Grimmjow slowly walked passed them, not saying a word because they had already gotten the message. If they had been male, they would already be on their way to the hospital.

Ichigo groaned as he lay in his bed. He hoped he never bumped into Grimmjow ever again or that kiss would be the death of him. It had been freaking am-az-ing.

"Stupid Grimmjow... tricking me into kissing him," he mumbled to himself as he slowly reached his hand underneath his blanket.

The thought of the kiss made him hard. The kiss had mirrored how Grimmjow was, rough and tantalizing. Ichigo fisted his hard on and slowly started pumping it, imagining how it would feel with those soft yet rough lips to kiss their way over his body, making their ways downward. He started pumping faster.
Imagining how they slowly reached their goal and slowly engulfed Ichigo's hard on, he could see that blue hair moving up and down, faster and faster. He imagined how it would feel to run his hand through those locks. Was the hair as soft as it looked or was it full of styling gel, making it rougher? It was probably soft, something on the idiot had to be soft. More than those crazy lips.
Those lips that every time they moved always spilled something that would make Ichigo angry, but now he knew they held another side. They could move and make him think dirty thoughts. And that voice, what would it sound like moaning?
Ichigo came all too quickly, panting harsh. But he couldn't care less. That was the second time he had masturbated to the thought of Grimmjow.

"Fuck..."

Grimmjow downed his drink. God he wanted more, but the bartender was keeping an eye on him and would probably tell him 'no' this time. Damn that Isshin, wonder if his son was as watchful. Ichigo seemed like the type that would keep an eye on him if they ever got together. Grimmjow stretched his body where he was sitting at the bar and sighed. If only those freaking who-.. better stop himself there. If those freaking ladies hadn't shown up, maybe he would be stretching himself next to a warm and sexy body right now instead.
They just had to show up and make a fuss over things, breaking that small situation that Grimmjow finally had created. He had been so damn close. He almost felt like crying in frustration over the missed chance. He should have been quicker to move them into the apartment, but he needed to wait to make sure that he had Ichigo in the palm of his hand.
Damn it all! He slammed his fist into the bar in frustration.

"Hey now! No mistreating my bar," Isshin said and smiled.

"Ah sorry, I just thought of something frustrating," Grimmjow slurred and stopped to think. Maybe he really shouldn't get any more drinks.

"Wanna talk about it?" Isshin offered.

Grimmjow shook his head.

"Naah, I'm fine as it is."

The problem would be talking to Isshin about his own son without mentioning the name of said son. It felt really awkward just thinking about it.
There was a small sound of a bell and Isshin greeted whoever had just entered and after a while someone sat down next to Grimmjow.
The mere presence of the tall guy made Grimmjow know who it was.

"I knew I'd find ya here, Grimmjow," Nnoitra said and smiled his piano smile.

Grimmjow grunted and felt even more depressed now. Why? Because Nnoitra never searched for him unless there were some bad news.

"What's up?" Grimmjow asked and swirled his empty glass in his right hand.

"Ya know the guy that your little princess has been chasing? Well turns out he's got some connections with a gang."

Grimmjow hummed. A gang, huh?

"Yeah, The Red Carnation."

Grimmjow stopped swirling the glass and looked over at Nnoitra. That was indeed bad news. If they ever found out that Ichigo was following the guy, they would surely move. Ichigo was in danger as it was. Maybe he should try and talk some sense into Ichigo, make him pull away from the job.
Grimmjow stared at his glass. What to do?

"The guys at the docks were some lower members and they recognized us, so they thought they'd beat us up and do a good days job since they were there at the moment."

"So not only did they know who we were, they knew Ichigo was following that guy and they saw me and him together." Grimmjow concluded.

Nnoitra nodded his head and ordered a drink. Grimmjow sat down his glass and stood up.

"Where are ya going?" Nnoitra asked.

"To talk to a certain someone," he answered.

"It's almost two in the morning, ya know..." Nnoitra said but smiled.

"Like that matters right now."

Grimmjow sat down money for his drinks on the bar and waved a bye to Isshin who smiled back. After that Grimmjow left the bar and headed out. He was glad it wasn't far to Ichigo's apartment. He wobbled a little in his step. Ok, turning up two in the morning and being piss-ass drunk was not gonna give him any points in Ichigo's book, but right now he really didn't care.
As he stepped out on the street he never heard the engine being turned on.

Ichigo woke up by someone banging on his door. He groaned and watched the time, just passed two in the morning. If it was Grimmjow, he would castrate the motherfucker.

"I'm coming!" He yelled as he hurriedly put on some pants.

When he opened the door, he was surprised to see a really tall man standing there with a grim face.

"Yes, can I help you?" Ichigo asked.

That long hair and only one eye visible, wasn't that one of Grimmjow's gang members? Before Ichigo could ask, the man spoke.

"Grimmjow was hit by a car..."