Hi guys! Thank you for all the messages and reviews about the lemon (well. . . one review) Hope you enjoy this! My muse is a hormonal bitch so it's fluctuates between good and bad in this and sorry for the late update!

My head was pounding; my heart beating in my ears. My hands were slippery with sweat as he led me through the back corridors, trying to avoid the many cameras and body guards. I was shaking. Violently as well despite the fairly warm temperature that surrounded us. I was scared. He knew it and I knew it. Kill; that was all that was ringing in my head. I didn't really register Shiro's warm voice calling me, or the worried look in his eyes as my mind wandered back to the lifeless mass of blue back in his dressing room. Would he really kill us? Whatever happened now, I just knew that there was no turning back.

Shiro ducked behind a large wall, pulling Ichigo down with him, blocking them from the vision of others. "Why are we hiding?" he asked, regaining his voice.

"We're not allowed to be seen together – various reasons," he replied, still grasping his hand tightly.

Ichigo nodded before he was dragged along again, the cool breeze hitting him as they entered the outside. It was already dark outside, the moon and stars the only light around, illuminating their path. Shiro kept his head down as they both moved across the car park, in search for the albino's shiny, black BMW. It took all of Shiro's restraint not to go back and finish the blunette, his lips curling into a snarl when he thought of the bastard and what he did just moments ago.

Ichigo was still in a daze, both at what had happened and what he had told him. The fire in his eyes had dulled now, glossing over his amber orbs; confusion and fear clouding them. It ached Shiro's heart to see him like this and felt helpless that there was nothing he could do. He pushed his feelings aside on seeing his flashy car and preoccupied his mind with getting Ichigo to safety. "Get in," he said lowly, opening the driver's door and situating his self in the bouncy leather seats – Ichigo joining a few seconds later.

The albino didn't waste any time in turning the ignition on and pulling out, ignoring the silhouette in his rear-view mirror before speeding off into the night. He hadn't realised that he was gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white or that he was driving at 80mph, until Ichigo rested his hand on top of his forcing the albino to relax slightly. Shiro took his hand off the steering wheel and grasped Ichigo's hand, moving his thumb in slow, soothing circles. Both men visibly sank into the firm seats, their tension slowly drifting the further they got from the studio. Silence filled the small vehicle but as Shiro noticed it wasn't uncomfortable or awkward. He glanced over at the berry and grinned when he saw the twinkle in his eyes return slowly as well as the small smile which was now replacing his usual scowl. He fixed his golden eyes back onto the road, dreading what was to come. He'd known Grimmjow for over 6 years and still he surprised him; more like shocked actually. The albino knew he had a bit of an aggressive side and occasionally sparred him to get his frustration out. In fact over the past year he had been fairly joyful! But this Grimmjow that molested and attacked people. . . Shiro didn't like. Shiro wasn't sure what would happen from here on. Would he tell someone? Would he threaten them in some way? Would he simply get to the point and kill him? Shiro sighed, erasing the questions from his memory for now and looked over at Ichigo again. At the minute he was the top priority so he had to get a grip!

It didn't take long to get to the apartment mainly due to the fact that he had continued driving at 60mph. "This is where you live?" Ichigo asked his nose wrinkled slightly.

"What's wrong with it?"

"Nothing, it's just . . . so normal?"

"Not all of us live in mansions, Ichi," he snorted, pushing the key in and opening the door.

"Whatever," he scoffed, entering the house. "Excuse the intrusion,"

Shiro rolled his eyes at such formality and led the berry straight to the kitchen. Ichigo examined his surroundings whilst Shiro rustled through the cabinets trying to find them something to eat. Shiro turned around to find Ichigo staring at a photo of himself and Grimmjow and grimaced slightly. "I'll put that in ta bin,"

Ichigo broke his gaze and stared at Shiro; that haunted look now pushing its way back into his eyes. Shiro grabbed the frame out of his hands and replaced it with a packet of crisps before moving round to the bin. He looked at the picture of him and Grimmjow back when they were in collage, a difficult time in his life, and threw it down, the glass smashing as it hit the bottom. Ichigo flinched at the harsh sound causing Shiro's eyes to soften. "Come 'ere," he whispered.

Ichigo hesitantly walked over to Shiro who grabbed his hands with one of his snowy limbs, the other going to caress his face. "Are ya hurt?"

Ichigo shook his head and placed his hand on a cut just below his eye. "You are though,"

"I'm fine," he argued quietly.

Ichigo rolled his eyes, and moved around his body searching for some sort medical equipment. Knowing that Ichigo wasn't going to let up he sighed and pointed to the cabinet he kept the medic box in and sat down. "Don't be such a grump – it won't need stitches," he said, immediately going to disinfect the wound.

Shiro winced slightly as the alcohol seeped into his open wound and gazed up at Ichigo's focused amber eyes. "I'm sorry this happened ya know," he started.

"Don't be," he cut him off, pausing to look into his molten orbs. "You didn't know he was like that,"

"Ya could ave been hurt!" he argued, his anger returning with each passing moment. "I should 'ave stopped 'im!"

Ichigo placed a plaster onto the bleeding cut and moved his hands so they were on either side of white cheeks. "I could have but you stopped him,"

"No, I didn't,"

He yanked up the others top revealing a large, purple splotch splayed over his lower stomach and then traced the bite marks that he had received on his neck. "Ya such a liar," he murmured, staring intently at the large bruise.

An intense silence settled over them for a few seconds, nothing but their rapid beating hearts settling in the silence. The tension was rising as Ichigo threaded his hands in snowy locks, and pale hands held on to a tanned waist. It was Ichigo who eventually broke the silence. "Do you want to know?" he asked.

Shiro averted his gaze from the abrasion and looked up at darkened orbs; a faint pink dusting his cheeks. The albino licked his lips before daring to ask what he meant. "Know what?"

Ichigo shyly leant down and kissed his neck, placing himself down on the albino's lap before whispering in his ear. "How big I am. . . ,"

All of Shiro's restraint left him as he pulled the berry hungrily to his lips, teeth crashing angrily in a much needed kiss. He prodded his tongue through the seam in between Ichigo's plump lips and revelled at the delicious moans he was swallowing up. He growled possessively when Ichigo's hands grasped harder onto his hair, pulling the albino closer until there was no gap between the two. Shiro's grip on the berry tightened as he pulled away drinking in big gulps of air. Whilst Ichigo remained panting, Shiro set to work kissing his neck, his fingers slowly pushing past the waistline of his trousers. That's when he felt Ichigo's body tense up, leaving a whimper to escape his lips. Shiro pulled back and glanced at Ichigo, whose eyes were now clenched shut. He placed a chaste kiss to his lips before embracing him. "I can wait,"

Slowly, Ichigo's muscles relaxed; a long exhale leaving his lips before he pecked the albino's cheek. "Thanks Shiro," he mumbled, his head collapsing on his shoulder. Shiro smiled when his breathing evened out and soft snores replaced the silence and pulled him up, intending to head to the bedroom. He turned, the berry still in his arms, when he heard a vibrating sound and turned to find Ichigo's phone lying on the counter and jumping up from an incoming call. Shiro looked at the caller ID and sighed. He would have to get Ichigo to ring back in the morning to explain where he was and what happened. Shiro placed the phone back down and walked up the stairs, a sleeping berry clinging onto him. Yeah . . . his father will 'ave ta wait till tomorrow.

I hate this. . . but that's up to you guys! Please review and tell me what you guys think! Sorry again that it was late