Hey folks, decided earlier today that i was abandoning this story. Then a fab friend of mine convinced me there are worse things in the world than getting a story deleted and encouraged me to keep at this. I even sent a few messages to my loyal reviews tellign them this was abandoned, ITS NOT ANYMORE! I hope this goes well now, second wind started. (I know where its going now at least...)

This chapter is dedicated to Lady LRC, fab reviewer, now friend.

Chapter 17

Xcution turned out to be an agency for dance talent with a fairly impressive list of talent in their books. They had video clips and profiles of some of their more successful people on the website and Ichigo was more and more intrigued the more he read. Grimmjow was lying on the bed, one arm over his face to block the glow from the laptop screen as he attempted to get some sleep. Ichigo glanced over seeing the naked form of his boyfriend lying with just a corner of the sheet covering his most private area, his legs spread with one bent at the knee and his foot pressing on his other leg. They had been home from the club for over an hour and after a bit of indulgence Ichigo had decided to give into his curiosity and he booted his old laptop up and searched for the company on the business card. It still felt a bit wrong, some guy approaching him in a night club but perhaps that was the way to pick up something a bit fresh.

A noise from the bed drew his attention back and he smiled as he watched the toned body there flex as Grimmjow stretched, the sheet falling away with his movements. Giving into temptation Ichigo walked back over to the bed, dropping his sleep trousers as he crawled up, placing his hands either side of the exposed hips and nuzzled at the soft cock on display. Grimmjow lifted his arm slightly, peeking out from underneath it as he watched Ichigo flatten his tongue and run it over his dick. He groaned as it started to harden and Ichigo could access his swelling head with that sinful tongue bar, dipping it into the slit as he sucked. He pulled the still half hard member into his mouth and massaged the length with his tongue, maintaining the pressure as he started to fondle the balls underneath. He came off with a wet sounding pop and grinned up at his lover. Grimmjow moved up onto his elbows, an eyebrow raised at his horny boyfriend.

"Didn't we just do this? I thought it was sleepy time."

Ichigo stalked further up the bed, pressing his erection onto Grimmjow's nearly full one. "What can I say, you just looked too good to let sleep." Ichigo was pulled into a kiss as he straddled the taller man, tilting his hips gently down and grinning as Grimmjow moaned into his mouth.

"I'm not exactly going to complain am I?" Grimmjow twisted them round, slamming his boyfriend onto the mattress before starting to devour him. Their first round that evening had been fairly tame with Ichigo riding a sitting up Grimmjow as the other teased his nipple ring. Grimmjow was now in the mood to have his own way and knew his lover enjoyed things a little harsher at times. He pulled one of Ichigo's legs up and pinned it with his shoulder, enjoying the man's flexibility. It basically put Ichigo's entrance right where he wanted it. When Ichigo tried to encircle his waist with the other leg Grimmjow just pinned that one as well, leaning up as his hands pushed at the back of Ichigo's knees. He'd managed to trap Ichigo's arms underneath the boy's own legs and it left him extremely vulnerable. Grimmjow looked down from his dominant position with his most feral grin on his face. Ichigo's little pucker was pointing up now and twitching as he looked down at it.

He pressed his solid member inside, feeling the over tight canal flex around him. He's assumed Ichigo would be looser after having had sex about an hour ago but the boy was still firm around him, touching and squeezing him in the best way. Ichigo arched his back, screaming out as he forced Grimmjow into his prostate with the movement. Feeling the pressure ease ever so slightly Grimmjow felt he could move against the other and set the hard pace he'd craved, relishing in every cry and moan from the other.

Ichigo's release splashed up onto his chest, the extreme drips ending up on the boy's own neck. Ichigo had pushed his head back, exposing the chords and muscles to his lover who leaned down, and nipped at them, calming his furious pace to draw out his own completion. He felt the walls clamp and squeeze at him and he grit his teeth, trying to stall the inevitable but it proved too much and he dropped his weight as his hips took over, pulling the orgasm out of him.

Ichigo was still trying to recover when the full weight of his boyfriend landed on top of him and he wrapped his arms around the other, catching him before he collapsed to the side while still inside. Grimmjow's breath was coming fast as his face lay against Ichigo's neck and the trapped boy felt his body relax as he succumbed to sleep.

"Oi, no sleeping like this, Grimmjow?"

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The auditions for the courses were happening two weeks before the course started. Ichigo had applied to three places, each having a dance program he was interested in as well as a backup course doing Engineering Science, something he had the grades to do but not the drive. His ideal would be a dance course in one of the big colleges where he could pick up side courses in case his career path changed.

First audition was hell on earth; a pretentious dance school that clearly didn't approve of him from the second he walked in the door. He'd worn his usual dance attire of normal jogging trousers and a tank top as well as bringing some shorts just in case but even the male dancers were in tights for the audition and his grey joggers were drawing attention. Then again it could have been the piercing in his ear or the tattoos on show at his shoulders.

The group number had him in a three with a male and a female dancer; both in tights of course. The female seemed alright, a tall black skinned woman with her hair pulled up in a high knot in a black leotard and beige tights but the man almost refused to look at him. Ichigo just smirked, used to being judged and even if he didn't meet the approved standard he was at least much fitter than the guy looking down his nose at him.

They were given a rubbish piece of music and Ichigo did his best but knew he didn't do as well as he'd hope. The solo number was worse, the moment his music came on he could see in their faces they didn't approve of Beggin by Madcon but he flowed through his moves, making sure to point his toes and exadurate his hand motions. He could tell one of the judges was looking at him in a different way and he made sure to swoop closer to him for his moves, hoping to at least get some marks from an admirer. He left at the end and thanked the judges but knew fine well he wasn't getting in there.

Grimmjow commiserated with him but he wasn't even that bothered, he wouldn't want to go there and he had a place in the Engineering Science program in the same college Grimmjow had chosen if he needed it. They had side programs in dance he could take even if he couldn't major in it there.

Second audition was much the same, but they didn't have the amount of impact because he had already shrugged off the first. He didn't even thank them on the way out after having his solo piece ignored by most of the judges.

The third one was the college he'd really fancied as it wasn't just a dance school and he reworked his solo a bit and practiced it at the club a few times to try it out with an audience. The man from Xcution was there each time and Ichigo had noticed him watching as he danced but he hadn't approached him again.

He arrived at the college early and began to warm up, glad to see others in jogging trousers this time. It wasn't as elite a school but hopefully they'd be interested in his free style more because of it.

His group was much larger, seven of them in total and they were given Dream on by Aerosmith as their song. It surprised Ichigo with the rock nature of the tune but it was at least something he knew and would be able to work with; quite slow though. The group were given half a room and two hours to come up with something, another group working on the other side of the room with a partition pulled over.

Ichigo put the CD in the player and the intro chimed out, the beat nicely timed before the vocals kicked in. He stepped it out, moving round the room as he got a feeling for the song in his bones, he twisted round at the top of the room just as the drum kicked in and he started to take sweeping steps, using his arms to follow the music, slowing down as the music changed again. Up on one leg and twisting round he saw he was the main focal of the other six and he continued, speeding up as the chorus came in, one of the guys joined him and shadowed him, the pair working together as the steps started to repeat. Soon there were four of them working through the moved Ichigo was pacing out and the others were watching and moving slightly to the beat. As the high vocals came on, Ichigo took the centre and span on the ball of his left foot, turning each time the lyric was repeated, spinning down as they drifted off.

It was a good start and over the time others put parts in until the seven of them were moving together, everyone happy with the routine. It was also good fun and just solidified Ichigo's desire to work as a choreographer. It went down well with the entire auditioning group also; Ichigo's group getting massive applause from all and Ichigo was smirking, knowing he was mostly responsible for the moves.

His solo was an hour after the group performances and he took the time to grab a bite of his packed lunch and send a quick text off to his boyfriend to let him know how he was doing so far. He was joined by a couple of guys from his group and they sat together amenably as they waited.

His solo went very well and he proudly walked away from the college knowing there is no way he could have tried harder and if they didn't accept him then there wasn't anything else he could have done. He had three days to wait and this was his last chance to actually get into dace, his first two auditions coming back as predictable rejections.

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Rejection is something anyone in performing jobs knows very well. You hear yes sometimes but no an awful lot. Ichigo didn't have much experience with either until this point in his life but the triple blow hit him hard and he dropped to the floor as he read over the letter from the last college. Grimmjow found him there, having been waiting for him to come back into the living room but seeing his lover sitting on the floor with one hand fisting a handful of hair as the other crushed a piece of paper, tears sitting in his eyes as his future crumbled in front of him. Grimmjow was in front of him seconds later, one hand unraveling the orange strands from Ichigo's grip and the other pulled him close, not even glancing at the paper to know what it was. Ichigo had said he didn't mind where he ended up; just glad to have the opportunity to go to university but Grimmjow knew he wanted to dance.

"Hey, you can still take side courses; you said the ones you'd looked at were alright. Plus I get to walk you to class." Grimmjow managed to get Ichigo to look at him, the tears having slipped out of his eyes and trailed down his face. "It's not a forever no, just a not right now." Ichigo smirked at Grimmjow's lame attempts to cheer him up and he wrapped his arms around the larger man's neck, drawing comfort from the one he loved.

"Yeah, I can always reapply in a few years; maybe with some side courses they'll reconsider me. I guess having no experience and no dance grade was a bit of a negative, no matter how good my audition was." Ichigo was glad Grimmjow looked happier with his response but he knew his age would start to count against him; no one hires older dancers with no experience.

"Hmm, I think I have an idea for how to cheer you up." Grimmjow leered at his lover, Ichigo raising an eyebrow at him.

He ended up on the living room sofa with his pj bottoms abandoned on the floor next to him with his bare legs spread as Grimmjow took him as far as he could down his throat. Ichigo laid his head back against the cushions and threaded both hands through the blue strands over his groin. Grimmjow sucked hard enough to draw a whine out of him and Grimmjow could feel when Ichigo was close as his fingers tightened in his hair and he prepared himself to accept the onslaught of Ichigo's orgasm in his mouth, swallowing in intervals to avoid choking on the thick fluid. He had become accustomed to swallowing around Ichigo, it prevented mess as well as turned the orange haired man on and Grimmjow wasn't really complaining over the sensation even if he'd never describe it as tasty.

Ichigo relaxed his death grip on Grimmjow's hair and pulled the man up, gasping into his mouth as the jean clad groin came into contact with his over sensitive organ, the familiar scent and weight of his lover stirring things back up again. "My only worry about going to class with you is that I'm not going to want to let you go."

"Well journalism is interesting, and you could always hide under my desk."

"Anything in particular you'll want me to do while I'm under there?"

"Oh I can think of a couple of things." Grimmjow's grin widened and he swooped in for a heated kiss, Ichigo's long legs wrapped around him and holding him closely.

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Ichigo and Grimmjow attended Fresher's week together, Nnoitra and Shinji there as well but separately. Nnoitra had planned on following Grimmjow to whatever Uni the blue haired man got into but it seemed the choice of his little blond boyfriend became more important to him but thankfully it hadn't come to a choice.

Ichigo clutched his Engineering School pack to his chest as he wandered through the halls, heading towards the union to meet up with his boyfriend when he caught sight of the blond, the taller black haired man trailing behind him. Ichigo smiled widely, waving at Shinji to grab his attention before meeting him half way, Shinji embracing him like always and pecking him on the cheek. Ever since they'd had the foursome on Grimmjow's birthday, Shinji had been more affectionate towards Ichigo but hadn't mentioned a repeat, yet.

"Hey gorgeous. Where's Blue?" Shinji fell into step with Ichigo, heading the same way now.

"He's waiting in the union, I had to go and sign in at the Engineering school so he went to get us a table. Want to join us for some lunch?"

"Sounds good, ok with you Nnoi?" Shinji turned to his boyfriend who just smiled and followed along. The change in the tall boy was small but noticeable, the blond having shaved off some of his rougher patches and smoothed away some of the crassness. Well at least encouraged him to hide it better anyway.

Grimmjow was easy to spot in the union, being the only one with bright blue hair and Ichigo headed over, stepping ahead of the other two to see his lover all the quicker. He slid into the chair to Grimmjow's left and threaded his fingers with the hand closest to him. Grimmjow was reading one of his pamphlets and he absently lifted the combined hands and pressed a brief kiss to Ichigo's knuckles before continuing to read. Ichigo had a small smile at the affection and he dumped his own pile of hand-outs and course plans onto the table in time for the other two to pull up in front, taking two of the three seats left. Grimmjow looked up as they sat; startled at first that someone sat down but smirked and nodded to his best friend before giving a short but polite hello to his boyfriend. Shinji returned the greeting, neither man really close to the other even after being physically involved at the same time.

"Ichi, you seem a bit down." Shinji leaned his head on his hand and stared down at his friend watching him pick at his sandwich. Shinji snagged another chip off his plate and chewed it thoughtfully.

"I'm alright. Just looking into what I can fit into my timetable along with my engineering classes and my maths classes. It's going to be tight to get anything remotely dancey in."

"I heard about you not getting into the dance schools. That sucks man."

Ichigo just shrugged, continuing to flip through the secondary course choice booklet. All the dance things happened after lunch, at the same time as the labs for engineering but he had three hours most days free before lunch that he'd be expected to fill and there was nothing. He had spotted a couple of extracurricular groups that he fancied and if nothing else he'd get to dance, and maybe learn a bit.

"What about that guy from the club? You know the one who gave you his card? Didn't he offer you a job or something? Did you ever call him?"

Grimmjow just snorted. "Yeah like Ichigo is going to sell his body to a sleazy guy from a club. He'd rather not dance than do that."

Ichigo frowned and looked at his boyfriend, Grimmjow shaking his head, smirking as he ate his lunch. "From what I could see he was legit, I Googled him and his company have got some really talented people on their books. I guess it wouldn't hurt to give them a call. Then I could just concentrate on my degree."

It was Grimmjow's turn to frown, turning to his boyfriend finally. "I thought we'd decided you weren't going to contact him ever. I thought you'd chucked his card,"

"You thought, Grimm. I didn't decide. And I've still got his card, it's in my wallet. I'm not going to throw away an opportunity."

"And if it turns out to be some asshole out scouting hot dancers for private shows who happens to be able to make a decent website?"

"Then I kick the shit out of him and go home. I think you're making too big a deal out of this Grimmjow."

Grimmjow bit his tongue, it wasn't his fault he was overprotective of his lover, it wasn't exactly as if he didn't have good cause to worry about him. He turned back to his lunch, tension in his body as he tried to not roar at his boyfriend's naivety. "Can you at least promise me you won't go alone? Just for the first meeting. I'll go or anyone. Please?" He turned towards Ichigo again, seeing the anger in his lover's eyes drain away at his request. Both men were volatile and quick tempered but were learning to breath before reacting, most of the time.

"I think I can do that." Ichigo reached back out to him, holding his hand and smiling faintly. "Thanks for worrying about me, even if I'm an ass to you."

"Always, I worry about you crossing the road."

Ichigo just chuckled pressing a quick peck to Grimmjow's lips before taking a bite out of his sandwich, Ichigo being the only one with most of his lunch still on his plastic plate.

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"Hi, my name is Ichigo Kurosaki and I was given this number to call about some work?" Ichigo gnawed on his lip as he realised how stupid that sounded. He'd decided to call, waiting for a rare Grimmjow free moment so as not to deal with the disapproving glare but he'd tell him as soon as he was off the phone.

"Yes, can you hold for a moment while I transfer you through to Mr Kugo?"

Ichigo continued to bite on his bottom lip as he waited, hearing the click of the transfer before the vaguely familiar voice of the man from the club came through.

"Kugo speaking. I don't know the name Kurosaki though. Who was it scouted you?"

Ichigo stared at the phone in his hand for a moment before nearly dropping it in his haste to answer. "Eh, I think it was you sir. You grabbed my arm in the club and spoke to me, giving me your card when my boyfriend pulled me away."

"Are you the little orange haired boy from Revolution?"

Ichigo frowned at the description, he wasn't little. "Eh, I guess so."

"Ah, you finally called, excellent. Are you interested on coming onto our books? If you want to dance as a career then you need an agent. I saw you on a music video as well, who got you that gig?"

"Eh, I knew the director, kind of."

"Did you enjoy doing that? Because I could hook you up with similar work, probably better. Can you come in for a meeting to see what we can do for you and what the terms are?"

"Eh, yeah I can come in. I start University next week but the rest of this week I'm fairly flexible. Where and when?"

"I can see you on Thursday at 3pm?"

Ichigo agreed and wrote the address down, folding it and putting the paper and the business card back into his wallet, hope stirring in his chest. He quickly sent a text to Grimmjow about the meeting and went back to sorting out his week routine, trying to make sure he was home as often as possible for the girls.

They were getting older but thirteen wasn't old enough to be home alone all the time. Karin had been bringing a boy over quite a lot recently, Toshiro was his name and he always looked sullen but they seemed to get along well. Yuzu was still too young to even think about boys yet and Ichigo was glad of that, he certainly did not want to walk into the living room to find one of his baby sisters snogging the face off some kid. Karin would never do anything that public but he realised that just meant she'd do it behind closed doors and he'd never exactly had the talk with them. He knew they'd get the high school version, both from the teachers as well as the students but he didn't know if that was enough. He remembered Zan asking if he understood the workings of the human body and he'd been mortified as the man shamelessly talked about sex and relationships to the just turned sixteen year old. All boys that age were convinced they knew exactly how everything worked, and most of them had tried it out by then but Ichigo had definitely been educated that night. It didn't held that his mentor had been stretching him at the time, forcing him into deeper splits and his legs further up behind him. Having your groin pulled while discussing sexual anatomy resulted in uncomfortable blood flow.

Speaking of stretching, Ichigo knew he'd been slacking off with his exercising so he decided to use the rest of his down time to get back into shape. He turned his laptop on and music poured out of the speakers. Ichigo stripped his shirt off and pulled his arms around his shoulders, stretching them out before dropping into a press up position, thirty ups quickly accomplished. He pushed into a handstand, dropping his legs to the side, feeling the pull along his inner thigh as he pushed them down, passing his shoulders will they hung from his hips, more than horizontal. He drew them to the front, falling onto his feel before leaning back, his hands taking his upper body weight again as he stretched the kinks out of his back as he kicked his legs up and over, gently standing again, shrugging the complaints out of his muscles. He took two quick steps forward, flipping himself over to catch his body on his hands, lying back onto the floor with a puff of air as he started to do sit ups, pushing until his abs had red lines on them from the creasing. Hands went behind his shoulders and he pushed with his core, lifting his lower body up till he was balanced on his fingertips, head tilted back so he was looking up. He lowered his left leg slowly, growling as his body shook with tension before he pushed more with his arms, stopping the trembling before it could overbalance him. His leg came down more until it was resting on his head and he lifted his opposite hand, his left fingers holding his entire weight. He raised that leg again, using both hands before dropping his legs lengthways, pushing his arms up and lowering them as he strengthened his shoulders. He stood again and shook his sore arms out. He lunged forward and slid onto the floor, spinning on his side and spreading his legs, turning his body in circles with the momentum. He was still practicing the breakdancing he'd learned over the last few months and this move ended up with friction burns more often than not. He pushed up into a handstand again but dropped out of it quickly as his arms complained. He really was out of shape, he used to hang from his arms for hours at work and he'd barely been moving for ten minutes and he could feel the build-up of lactic acid in his muscles.

He just threw himself into more, pushing the rest of his body till it ached and he lay on his side, unable to push himself up with his trembling arms and see that Starrk stood at the door, eyebrow raised as he took in the shape of the boy he'd pop in to see.

"Is this a bad time Ichigo?"

"Only if you expect me to move." Ichigo's voice betrayed the amount of pain the boy was in."

"You can stay there, but would you like me to help you to the couch, or run you a hot bath or something?"

"Honestly sir it's fine. I'll get a bath in a bit. Although, I won't say no to the couch right now." Ichigo tried to ignore the chuckle from the man as he approached, his large hands wrapping around the hurting boy and pulling him up, Ichigo letting out a long groan as his weight settled on his legs. Starrk held him under the arm and dropped him onto the soft cushions, smiling with amusement at the range of expressions on the boy's face, from pain to embarrassment to relief as his sore body was supported.

"Any reason why you are punishing yourself?"

"Just trying to keep in shape sir."

Starrk raised his eyebrow again, taking in the boy's exposed upper body with its perfect moulding. "I think you are good."

Ichigo sniggered, stretching a bit. "It looks good but if I can't move it then it's just for show. Trust me this hurts too much to be for show."

That drew out another chuckle from the older man. "Well I was just heading home and thought I'd see how you were, girls not in?"

"Your daughter has Yuzu and Karin has football practice. Think the girls are working on some homework and Karin and her boyfriend will be home later." Ichigo scratched at his sweat dampened hair as he spoke.

"Boyfriend? She's a bit young isn't she?" Starrk frowned as he tried to remember how old Nel was when she had her first. It wasn't thirteen.

"Well, kind of. Boy who is her friend but slightly more than he would have been last year, coming round and spending time with just her rather than them hanging out with others after practice. The kid's alright, if a bit stoic.

"And you? Life alright so far? I know you didn't get into dance school but I think you'll enjoy your engineering course. Plus it won't care how your body looks, or moves."

Ichigo grinned. "Yeah, life is good. And the course will be interesting at least. Sir, have you ever heard of a company called Xcution? I think it's like an agency for dancers?"

Starrk frowned, the name ringing a bell in the back of his mind but he didn't know what for. "I've heard the name, and I promise you it wasn't for dancing. Usually when I've heard of something like that it's a bad thing but honestly you'd be better asking Lilynette, she keeps track of things better than me. You want to come over for dinner tonight? I can wait till Karin gets here then take you both?"

Ichigo thought about it for a moment. "I'll sent her a text and leave her some money to get her own dinner. She'll want to spend some time with her boyfriend."

"And you don't?"

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