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Chapter 20

Grimmjow let out an oof as Ichigo slammed him into the wall of the lift, the smaller man's hands in his hair and pulling hard enough to make him wince. His mouth was being plundered by his lover and with the sinful man grinding on him hard he was having difficulty keeping enough blood flowing in his brain to keep him thinking straight. Things like keeping their clothes on till they were in their room seemed more important about ten seconds ago and as Ichigo started opening his shirt buttons he could think of fewer and fewer reasons to stop him. He'd had a beer with his dinner but Ichigo had stuck to soft drinks, pleading light-headedness already. It hadn't stopped Ichigo eating one handed so he could run his hands all over his lover's groin under the table; they had eaten in record time just so that Grimmjow could get his revenge that much sooner.

"Ichi, it's our floor, time to move." Grimmjow ended up lifting his lover, Ichigo's legs wrapping around him automatically and his lips stationing themselves on Grimmjow's neck as he walked the pair to their room, glad it wasn't far from the lift. He managed the key card with one hand, the other under his lover's ass holding him up and they were soon in the room, Ichigo thrown onto the bed before Grimmjow covered his body with his own, attacking back for the first time. He never seemed to get enough of his lover, the inked body worthy of worship and he was more than happy to oblige as often as possible. The well-defined muscles were an interesting pattern to run his tongue over and they led a merry path directly to his lover's weeping erection. He didn't take long to strip his lover that night, Ichigo nearly tearing their clothes off in his attempt to get skin contact and Grimmjow had to pull on his strength to slam his lover down, holding the man with his well-developed shoulders, Ichigo's struggles and whimpers just turning him on.

"If you don't behave yourself I will have to punish you."

"All that is going to do is make me misbehave all the more. I have been naughty though, I definitely need punishment." Ichigo thrust up with his hips, making contact and it drew Grimmjow down for a harsh kiss, the blue haired man's groin pushing down to get some friction for himself. Grimmjow kept one hand on Ichigo's shoulder and used the other to hold his groin to the bed. Pinned as he was, Ichigo could do nothing but moan as Grimmjow ground down on the man, sweat starting to moisten his skin at the force of keeping his lover still.

Grimmjow flipped him over, pressing him into the bed, holding him down again but running his tongue over the exposed skin, nipping at the pert ass on display and making it quiver. "Stay still or you'll be sorry." Ichigo wiggled his ass in defiance and Grimmjow smacked one of the cheeks, leaving a red hand print and drawing a loud gasp from his lover.

"Grimm I'm in my underwear tomorrow, you can't leave any marks."

"Oh, I'll not leave anything they can see." Grimmjow used his hands to pull the man's ass cheeks apart, his long tongue seeking the little pucker and finding it with ease. Ichigo moved slightly as he speared through the tight muscle but Grimmjow just held him tighter. He pulled the cheeks wider, pushing down at the same time to keep him still as he fucked his lover with his tongue, one finger entering as well to rub on the little bundle of nerves his tongue couldn't quite reach. He stretched his lover out, holding him firmly to the bed, Ichigo's motions just grinding his own erection further into the sheets.

He deemed the man prepared enough when he lay over his lover and pushed in, groaning out loud at the feeling of the ass cheeks pressing against him as he pushed through. Ichigo was incredibly tight in this position no matter how much he was stretched as his legs were together and it just milked at Grimmjow's cock. The one downside was that Grimmjow couldn't get at Ichigo's own dick but his harsh thrusts were stimulating the organ against the sheets anyway. Literally fucking his lover into the bed drew out the best noises, Ichigo screaming as Grimmjow sat up and changed the angle of his thrusts. Grimmjow pulled his hips up, bringing Ichigo off the bed a bit just so he could finish them both off. Ichigo's dick only needed a couple of squeezes before he screamed his release, arching his back more as he collapsed down. He lay completely pliant as Grimmjow fought his release, trying to stall it as long as possible but seeing Ichigo's post orgasm face looking up at him as well as the firm velvet around him squeezing his soul caught up with him and he grabbed his lover up and against him, holding Ichigo to his chest as he thrust up once more, Ichigo hanging like a ragdoll. He drew a half scream out of Ichigo as his release struck the man's over sensitive prostate. He felt himself falling and he twisted, Ichigo lying on top of him as he lay on his back. He heard a quiet groan coming out of his lover and Ichigo sat up suddenly, hand over his mouth as he jerked up, Grimmjow wincing slightly at the sudden exit from his lover but he was more concerned by Ichigo's dash to the toilet followed quickly by the sounds of the boy throwing up the contents of his stomach. He followed quickly, seeing the other kneeling over the bowl, face incredibly pale as his body rejected its contents. Grimmjow frowned in sympathy as his muscles contracted in his back, his ass dribbling with rejection of the cum inside it and trailing the liquid down his thighs. The retches were forceful and the noises were disconcerting. He loved the man though and he was quick to hold the long strands of hair out of Ichigo's way, running his other hand soothingly across the quaking shoulders. Ichigo quietened eventually and fell to the side, Grimmjow gathering him in his arms and holding him close. His whole body was trembling and he was damp with sweat from his exertions.

"Shit are you alright?"

"Fucking stupid question love." Ichigo's voice was breathy as he tried to bury himself in his lover's chest.

Grimmjow helped him up a bit, trying to ease his discomfort and he turned the taps on in the bath, running it warm but not hot. When it was half full he lifted his lover bridal style and lowered him gently into the water. Ichigo jerked as the water surrounded him and he moaned, trying to get out but Grimmjow held him still, using a face cloth to wipe his lover's face. Tears started tracking down his face and Grimmjow just wiped them away, pressing a kiss on his forehead. "I love you, just need to clean you up before I take you to bed alright. You want me to phone Ginjo and tell him you're sick?"

"No, I'll be alright. Must have been the sushi. I just need to get some sleep." Ichigo's eyes closed as he spoke.

"Oi, not in the bath love. Come on, just a few more minutes." Grimmjow pulled him forwards, wiping his back down with the cloth before giving his front a clean. He stood the boy up, leaning him against his chest and cleaned his nether regions quickly before he wrapped a towel around him, lifting him again. Ichigo just leaned on him as he was dried and snuggled under the covers right away when Grimmjow put him there, not even noticing his pyjama bottoms being pulled on. Grimmjow went back to the bathroom and cleaned it up a bit, wiping the residue off the floor and from the bowl before jumping in a quick shower himself. The small room still smelled like vomit even after his clean but he just closed the door, grabbing the room's small bin to put at Ichigo's side of the bed in case he needed it in the middle of the night. Thankfully it wasn't a mesh one.

Ichigo woke up feeling awful but thankfully the sickness had passed. He was still pale in Grimmjow's opinion but he was adamant he was going to work. At least Grimmjow had an understandable reason to stay with the boy and the director had accepted it and thanked Ichigo for trying to work even though he wasn't feeling his best.

Grimmjow settled down on a fairly comfortable seat and watched his lover stand opposite a hot woman and get ordered around by a short effeminate male. The pair were put into character, lovers who were just getting ready for the day and the male starts to dance, the female not wanting to. Fred Astaire's voice came out, I don't dance, don't ask me playing over and over again the entire day. Ichigo danced circles around his partner, the girl playfully refusing to dance before giving in and the pair dancing around their bed. And this was going to happen in designer undies.

It only took four hours to get the choreography down before the pair got taken for a fitting and make up rehearsal that day. Ichigo got ten minutes break before he was taken and he slumped onto Grimmjow's lap, eyes closing automatically.

"I feel shit."

"Say the word and I'll take you home." Grimmjow wrapped his arms around his lover, not happy with him working so hard when feeling rough.

"Nah, we're nearly done for the day and if we can get a dress rehearsal done today, tomorrow should be a short day. Then you can take me home. What happened last night, I don't even remember finishing dinner."

Grimmjow frowned, spotting signs and making connections. "You basically mauled me in the lift and then I fucked you into the bed. After that you worshiped the porcelain telephone for a while before I put you to bed. How could you forget that, I think you brought up your dinner from last week."

"So that's why my stomach muscles feel this shit, and why my ass is stinging. Don't know how I'd forget you fucking me though. I guess it was really bad sushi."

Ichigo was pulled away then, the man doing his best to smile at the girl who was to do his makeup. Grimmjow pulled his phone out and easily found his step dad's number. He pressed the dial key while looking around, seeing that dick from the night before, the one who could give Nnoitra a run on height shaking hands with the director. He clocked Grimmjow sitting in the room and raised an eyebrow before looking away. He asked something of the man before looking where he pointed and wandering off. He approached one of the unnamed men working with the equipment and accepted a small silver case from him, shaking his hand before walking out.

"Grimmjow?"

He realised Starrk had picked up by then and he'd not noticed. "Sorry, hey. Can I ask you something? What's the symptoms of a date rape drug?"

"Eh why?"

"Ichigo was at a meeting last night and he was acting really weird after. He can't really remember much after that and I got worried."

"Well memory loss is a biggy, dizziness, nausea or an upset stomach and aggression sometimes depending on the one that was used. Why would someone roofie Ichigo at a meeting?"

"I think one of the dicks at his work fancies him and was just loosening him up. He was getting awfully close before I came down last night."

"If you think he's been drugged you should get him to a hospital. Definitely don't let him out of your sight. The bad effects can happen up to seventy two hours later. Is he with you?"

"No, he's in makeup just now. He's not going to let me take him to a hospital."

"Can you see the man you suspect?"

"No, he's just disappeared. I'm going to go find Ichigo."

"What's the guy's name and I'll run it through the system."

"Shukuro Tsukishima. He was director for a music video Ichigo danced in."

"Right I'll be right back if I hear anything. If you need me to call in help where you are I do know the police chief there."

"I'll keep that in mind. Hopefully we'll be home early tomorrow and I've just been worried about nothing."

"Let's hope so."

Grimmjow pushed his phone into his pocket, finding Ichigo getting painted by the pretty girl who'd pulled him away. His eyes were lined, but not as heavily as he would do it himself and he was getting a natural lip colour put on as Grimmjow walked in the room. Ichigo smiled automatically, making the girl scowl as she slipped with the lip brush but as she glanced over her shoulder to see what her subject was smiling at she just sighed, standing up for a moment to stretch her back. "You can always tell the gay ones, they don't look down my shirt the entire time. Then again for you I bet most guys wouldn't say no." She winked at Grimmjow, taking a swig out of a water bottle on the side.

"Actually he made me change teams. He's far too hot for his own good." Grimmjow only had eyes for his lover, seeing the flush even under the layers of makeup.

"Well you're not wrong. Can't wait to see him in his costume and you'll forgive me a fantasy or two I hope. I think you might feature as well."

Grimmjow just sniggered, standing back as the girl went back to work, finishing Ichigo's mouth quickly. She left the room for a moment, returning with a robe over her arms and a clothes hanger with a pair of tight looking boxers pinned on it, looking a bit ridiculous. They were white with a black elastic band on the waist with the name of the designer in white embroidery around it. Ichigo raised his eyebrow at the presentation of the 'costume' and accepted it with thanks, the girl leaving again and closing the door to them. Grimmjow got to enjoy watching his lover strip off his black vest top and joggers, his own stripy boxers getting laid on top of the messy pile before he pulled on the skin tight designer ones.

"Oh my god I think these are going to give me a muffin top." Ichigo pulled at the band and the leg elastic, shocked at the tightness. The fabric felt amazing but they were far too tight to be comfortable.

"Nothing to squeeze love. You are rock solid."

"Yeah and everyone would see it if I was." Ichigo straightened his package inside the undies, looking in the mirror to make sure he was presentable. He flushed at the outline of his substantial male parts on display for all to see regardless of the fabric in the way. He pulled on the robe, pulling the belt tight before pecking his lover in the lips and leaving the room, Grimmjow quick behind him.

He headed towards a new room, opening up to the completely dressed set, the big bed in the centre dressed in silky sheets that were slightly rumpled, trying to look slept in but still gorgeous. The girl was standing in her robe; open at the front to show her underwear, hers black and the panties having a wide white elastic with embroidered black letters. Her long blond hair was loose around her, only the sides caught up to keep her face clear during the dance.

Grimmjow was ushered to a hard plastic chair and he watched as his lover dumped the robe and danced around in his undies, feet bare. The girl was wearing black heels and at one point she stepped back, thin heel tip sinking into the exposed foot of his lover. Ichigo went down hard, clutching his foot to him and trying not to scream. The girl was really apologetic but when he released his grip and the blood trailed out of his hands she stepped back. Grimmjow was at his side almost instantly, pulling his lover up and off the set. He sat him in the uncomfy seat, taking the injured foot in his hands and pressing on the wound. A first aid kit was rushed over and Ichigo's little makeup artist came as well, the girl being the first aider on the set. It was a puncture wound, deep but not wide and wouldn't need stitches. She dressed his foot up and got him an ice pack for it. The director was wringing his hands, seeing his male lead getting put out of commission.

Tsukishima appeared at Ichigo's side then, running one long fingered hand through his hair, Ichigo pulling away when he realised who it was. "Are you able to continue Ichigo, I don't want to pressure you if you are truly injured but the job now depends on you, a lot of people are depending on you to complete this."

Ichigo looked up at him, his pale face even lighter than before. He bit his bottom lip and nodded, getting to his feet and wincing as his weight settled on the sore one. "I can do it. Another once through today and then we can pick it up again tomorrow yeah?"

"I knew you wouldn't let us down." He ruffled Ichigo's hair again, Ichigo doing his best to not jerk away again.

Grimmjow scowled but held his tongue, horrified that his lover was dancing on an injured foot. The girl was stripped of her stilettos and she danced on her tiptoes and it actually worked better. Ichigo was wincing as he walked back to Grimmjow, the taller man taking some weight off him by wrapping an arm around his waist and helping him back to his dressing room.

He got back into his practice clothes but couldn't face putting his shoe on the sore foot so he just used Grimmjow as a crutch into the taxi back to the hotel. Grimmjow had demanded the transport saying they weren't walking and informed Ginjo he'd be ordering from room service that night.

Ichigo only wanted some soup for his dinner but did nibble on the bread basket Grimmjow ordered for him. The taller man had some pasta and they lay in bed and watched a film with Ichigo's sore foot propped up on a mountain of pillows that Grimmjow had sent up, an ice pack on the injury to keep the swelling down. That night Ichigo had to lie on his back to keep his leg elevated meaning he couldn't snuggle into Grimmjow as he normally would so Grimmjow just snuggled into him, pressing his head onto Ichigo's chest, replicating the smaller male's usual sleeping position.

His foot was black and blue the next day but he could walk on it. The makeup girl dabbed foundation on the white plaster and the surrounding bruise and it disguised it but didn't totally hide it. The director said they could digitally remove any obvious sightings and it would cost less than rescheduling the whole shoot. It took an hour to get the place set up, Grimmjow scowling the whole time.

A small sullen blonde boy walked up to him, standing at his side as he watched the preparations too. "What you doing here?" The kid glanced up to look at him as he spoke.

"My boyfriend is the male dancer. He's not very well and he's got a sore foot so I'm here to watch out for him. What are you doing here?"

"My uncle is working. I got dragged along."

Grimmjow frowned at the kid, puzzled as to why he was talking to him. He looked about fourteen but might be older and he seemed to have finished speaking for now.

The kid drifted off after a few moments, reappearing a while later with a couple of bottles of water, holding one out for Grimmjow. He accepted and pulled the sports cap up, pouring the liquid down his throat. It had almost a salty taste to it, but the label did say mineral water and they had strange after tastes sometimes. He guessed it depended what minerals were in it. He preferred normal water normally. The lights of the shoot kept him drinking though despite the after taste and he soon finished the bottle, sitting it on the floor next to him.

"So kid, which one is your uncle?"

The kid pointed, Grimmjow frowning as he tried to discern the different faces from the distance. It really wasn't that far away but it looked a bit fuzzy. "He's the tall one with the black hair."

"What's your name again kid?"

"Yukio Tsukishima."

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