AN: Yo, what's up readers? I got a lot of positivity from the first chapter so I'm gonna extend it to a multichapter (due to lots of suggestions to do so) thanks for all the alerts, I appreciate it greatly. I'm glad everyone likes it so far.

A couple things, fluff is something I'm relatively new at because I really prefer angst. So, if the fluff isn't too good I apologize, it's my first fluffy fic. I made this chapter a series of flashbacks in order from the past up to the present, to add a little characterization and backstory.

Alright, I'm done blabbering. Enjoy!

Four years ago...

Ichigo couldn't believe that Orihime's small cafe had gotten popular so soon. They just graduated high school and the girl owned her own business and supplied the male a job. The ditsy brunette had an obvious crush on him for the longest time, and it didn't stop when she found out he was gay. The crush didn't really go away until an older guy managed to catch her attention.

Ulquiorra was his name he was pretty apathetic and stoic most of the time, but Orihime loved him. If it weren't for the fact that he helped Orihime get her business going, Ichigo seriously wouldn't have liked the guy at all.

All through high school Ichigo sort of hid who he was from everyone.

Shit, he had hid who he was from himself too. Never once had he gone on a date with a girl that he actually enjoyed, or fantasized about women in a sexual manner; it just wasn't his thing.

Today hadn't been anything special really, Ichigo got his usual drink; Earl Grey tea with a little more honey than normal with a few spritzes of lemon. His throat was a little sore, but then again with having someone like Nnoitra as a fuck buddy, nothing less was expected.

The man was a lot of fun in bed, but he was not Ichigo's type; although, type didn't really matter when the total homosexual population in Karakura Town was not even a grand total of five guys.

He sipped the rest of his tea he had in his pale gray tumbler, humming softly as the zing of the lemon tinged with the soothing thickness of the honey slid down his throat.

Eh, break's over.

Ichigo got up from the breakroom table, throwing the cup in the wastebin. He looked himself over in the mirror to make sure that he looked decent. That day Ichigo wore a button up black and purple plaid long-sleeve, with the buttons undone to sport his employee t-shirt which was simply a gray v-neck with a black Hell butterly in the upper right and his name sewed on upper left. On his lower half he donned a pair of white slim-fit, jeans with a pair of plum low-top Supra.

He smiled at himself in the mirror, trying to rid the awful scowl that often drove people away from his rather beautiful piano playing. Driving people away meant no tips and no tips while working on minimum wage wasn't nearly as fun as it sounded.

After giving his short orange hair a tussle with his fingers to give it the messy, 'struggling musician' type look he stepped out the break room and into the lounge area.

Ichigo sat down at black, piano sighing softly as his fingers brushed over the white keys. He flipped his sheet music, over to something simple and light as not to disturb the cozy ambience of the cafe. Flawlessly, and autonomously the orangette's fingers began to play Beethoven's Variation's in F, Op. 169. His eyes locked on the sheet as he played each note, mastered each crescendo, and followed each and every rest that was written.

Upon finishing up the first verse, he saw out the corner of his eye a man with wavy blue hair sitting next to him, acoustic guitar in hand strumming the chords to Beethoven's Variation's in F. The song was meant to duet with piano and cello, but the way the mysterioius guitarist played next to him sounded very authentic.

The man played with such skill as he didn't need any sheet music. Ichigo would casually glance over at the man with blue hair, to watch him grow so passionate with each strum of his guitar.

Ichigo was sad when the song finally came to an end, and was even surprised when he noticed that there was actually people watching them play along with a light applause coming from them. That hadn't happened before, people generally just took Ichigo's music for granted. Allowing it to play the role of simplistic background music, but this time people actually seemed to enjoy it.

It wasn't Ichigo that the customer's loved, it was the blunet who had sat his guitar on top of the piano, just to grab a drink at the counter. Ichigo looked up to see that the tip jar which sat atop the piano for once had actual bills, rather than just petty change. None of this would've happened if the blunet hadn't have came to play with him, the man had talent.

"Uh, heya...Ichigo?"

The orangette raised an eyebrow as he heard his name in an unfamiliar deep voice, then he turned his head back to see the blue-haired guitarist holding two of the shop's designed tumblers in his hands.

"How do you know my name?"

"It's sorta on yer shirt." The blunet grinned coolly, taking his seat next to him offering him one of the cups.

Ichigo looked down to remember that his name was stitched on his shirt, a slight blush stung at his cheeks.

"Thanks..uh...?"

"Grimmjow Jaegerjaques, and no problem. I just asked the barista what ya liked." the blunet spoke sipping his drink nonchalantly.

Ichigo sipped it slowly a smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Earl Grey with lemon and honey."

"That's how ya like it, yeah?"

"Yeah, it's exactly how I like it, thank you Grimmjow."

"You already thanked me." The blunet looked him dead in the eye, his tone brusque.

Ichigo practically paralyzed under the crystalline gaze; they were intense, and very easy to get trapped into. "R-right."

Ichigo tensed slightly as Grimmjow moved himself closer; his fingers toying with the keys of the piano, hitting various notes.

"How did ya learn to play so well?" His tone distracted as he continued to curiously tap the assorted white and black keys.

"Thank my teacher, Kisuke. My dad made me take lessons to keep me from getting into fights in school."

"I think I might do that." Grimmjow said with a too sexy, half-smile with a chuckle which didn't leave his throat.

Ichigo blinked a few times, feeling his cheeks light up once more as a huge grin overtook his face.

"Please, the way you play on the guitar was really good. I've never heard anyone play Beethoven's piece like that before."

"Well it was written as a duet, and I couldn't just standby and let ya play it alone."

He knows music too?

"You do know that the song was written idealy for cello and guitar right?" Ichigo said raising his eyebrows to question the blunet's knowledge.

"Che, I just improvised. And from what I see, there aren't many complaints either."

Grimmjow chuckled softly jerking his head up toward the half full tip jar. "Heh, now I know whose buyin' our drinks next." Grimmjow chuckled softly; his hand reaching up to grab his guitar from off the piano.

"You're gonna stay and play with me?"

"Only if ya want me to." Grimmjow smiled sheepishly placing his own beverage on top of the piano. He gripped the neck of his guitar to toy with the strings idly, soft hums leaving the instrument.

Butterflies hit Ichigo's stomach when Grimmjow gave him that smile, he nodded his head flipping the pages to find another piece they could play together.

There was seriously something about the blue haired male that attracted Ichigo like a moth to a flame.

The pair of teenagers played music together practically all day that day. Between each song, they exchanged small talk in order to get to know each other, and continued taking money from the tip jar to try different pastries and beverages the cafe had to offer.

With time passing, and the day quickly ending Ichigo could already tell that Grimmjow was literally one of the greatest men he had ever met. After Grimmjow gave up the nice guy facade, Ichigo got to hear some of the funniest jokes he had ever heard in his life. He was a bit of an asshole, but it didn't compare to how amazing the man was.

After a couple jokes, more than a few more duets, lots more tips, and plenty of smiles shared between the two men Ichigo knew he couldn't just let Grimmjow leave his life. Even after being told, indirectly, that Grimmjow was completely straight, Ichigo still couldn't just walk away.

He was captivated.

A year later...

Ichigo was the proudest of the audience as the novice band, The Espadas, as they liked to be called finished their final song. The band consisted of Grimmjow, Ichigo's 'boyfriend' Nnoitra, Grimmjow's roommate Coyote Starrk, and Tier Hallibel a mutual friend of all three men. From doing small shows at

Orihime's cafe on Friday's, they advanced to have their first actual in the central most park in Karakura.

If it weren't for Ichigo introducing Grimmjow to Nnoitra, the band wouldn't have even started. Hell, if he hadn't spoken to Orihime about having them perform on Fridays they wouldn't be where they were today. Alas, none of that really mattered because Ichigo supported the band all the way. He truly was their number one fan.

Although he was a huge fan of their music, Ichigo stood at the back of the decent sized crowd to allow the newer people to actually watch them perform. Since the concert was finally finished, he made his way through the audience where the four members were answering questions and actually interacting with their small fanbase.

Ichigo made his way toward Grimmjow who was obviously looking for him in the crowd. When they finally made brief eye contact Nnoitra brought his arm around the orangette's slim waist to bring him close. The smile Grimmjow had faltered, and the joy in his eyes replaced with something Ichigo had seen all the time, but could never decipher. Suddenly, Grimmjow looked away from him and began speaking with a girl who had been trying to get his attention.

A tinge of envy and slight sadness hit Ichigo, as he knew that Grimmjow was probably going to take her home. He didn't know why he felt that way about the handsome guitarist, but it wasn't like he could control it. Grimmjow was only his friend, and not only that but he was also straight so Ichigo knew he would never have a chance.

Why am I thinking about this?

Ichigo turned his body forward so he could wrap his arms around Nnoitra's back, with his ear pressing flush against his chest.

Nnoitra brought his hand down to rest on his lower back squeezing slightly at it. "Enjoy yerself?" The male spoke dismissing the person whom had been talking to him.

"Yeah, you guys were amazing." Ichigo said with a forced smile as he stared up at his much taller companion.

At least I have you.

Another year later...

It was a good thing no one was home.

"Oh god!" Ichigo cried out into the pillow beneath him. His hands buried into the comforter of his bed clawing, gripping, writhing for an escape. A hand pressed flat on his clothed back, while another went to his naked hip to keep him steady. "Don't stop!"

"Hnngh!" Nnoitra growled out as his hips continued to slam forward meeting Ichigo's, in loud smacks of skin. Ichigo's face buried into his pillow to conceal the throaty mewls that he knew would leave him hoarse the next day.

Ichigo derived so much pleasure from sex with Nnoitra, it was pretty much the only reason he stayed with such a horrible man. He wasn't horrible in the sense that he was that bad of a guy, but more so in the sense that he was very bad boyfriend material.

He wasn't romantic, he wasn't kind, he wasn't compassionate, and they had no common interest. Hell, Nnoitra didn't have a problem skipping out on Ichigo just to go to practice with Grimmjow. Ichigo saw Nnoitra less, and less each day and the sad part was he felt like he was the only one that cared.

Ichigo turned his head around to look at Nnoitra, but the male wasn't exactly having that. He instead placed his hand on the orangette's neck to force his face back into the pillow, making his thrusts harder than before. Then with a noisy grunt, and long hiss Nnoitra's thrusts slowly came to a halt before he eventually just pulled his cock out. He then dismounted from behind Ichigo padding to the bathroom to dispose of the condom he had on.

Ichigo rolled around onto his back, his ass, back, and throat all sore but his cock completely limp.

Nothing unusual.

He had never been able to get an orgasm whenever he had slept with Nnoitra, hell it was hard to even keep an erection with the male. It wasn't because the male wasn't attractive, that definitely wasn't the case. The only problem that Ichigo had with the sex was the fact that it lacked intimacy, passion, and just something else that he couldn't put his finger on.

Ichigo pulled up his sweatpants that were pooled around his ankles; since he knew that his companion was coming over, he took off the pair of jeans he had along with any underwear replacing them both with a pair of sweatpants which were much easier to gain acess to.

He sprawled himself out on the bed, staring across the room at Nnoitra who had just finished flushing the condom. After silently walking out of Ichigo's adjoining bathroom, Nnoitra began searching for his clothes.

"What's the rush Nnoi?"

"I'm late ta' practice."

Of fucking course.

"Do you think Grimm would mind if you just missed one practice just to chill with me?"

"Nah. 'Grimm' won't happy if he knew I skipped practice just for somethin' like that. 'Sides, we'd probably just fuck again and I don't wanna do that."

Nnoitra only wore his loosely fit, black tank top with his band name 'Quinta' written intricately in Gothic Old English with a pair of gym shorts and atheletic Nike sandals. He found his shorts, pulling them up then, began to search for his shoes.

"Well fuck then." Ichigo sighed shaking his head, frustration obvious in his new tone.

"I don't really got time to deal with yer bullshit ri'now Ichigo."

Ichigo stood up out of his bed to stand his ground with Nnoitra, he wouldn't tolerate being treated like this anymore. "You really don't have time for anything anymore since you joined that fucking band, it's like I don't even exist anymore. I'm the reason you and Grimmjow even got the idea to start playing together so I don't know why you're so eager to see him more than you do me."

"I dunno what yer pro'lem is, but the band will always come first. I can a'least see the band takin' me somewhere in the future."

Ouch. That hurt more than it should've.

"So, what does that make me then?"

"Not ma' problem." Nnoitra said coolly as he finally found his slippers to step into them.

There was honestly no point in fighting it at this point, for the sake of his own dignity Ichigo just let Nnoitra go. With no chance of their relationship changing into something real, there was really no point in trying to keep him.

Ichigo knew what Nnoitra was saying was absloutely true, but that didn't mean he wanted their 'relationship' to end. It was nice to have at least someone to be with, but he knew that the male definitely wasn't the one for him. Even with that in mind none of what he said was easy to hear.

Am I ever going to get my chance at happiness?

Last year...

The cafe was finally closed, and since it was Ichigo could finally just go home. Today just seemed to go on forever, and for the sake of him nearly ending someone's life he needed to get laid. It'd been a full year since he and Nnoitra stopped sleeping with each other.

He fished his Blackberry from his pocket to check his emails where he hoped to have gotten a message from a potential hook up. The guy's name was Shinji Hirako, according to his online profile he was in Karakura. Ichigo knew meeting someone online wasn't the most traditional or even safe thing to do, but he hated to say it but he was desperate and lonely.

Ichigo went to the email app on his phone, and was very pleased to see that Shinji was just as eager to see him as Ichigo was. He hoped the male was at least nice, because he definitely was attractive. He was 5'9, slim, had a great smile that seemed strikiningly familiar, milk chocolate brown eyes, and blonde hair that grew all the way down his back.

Shinji wanted Ichigo to come to his home in a few hours in fact. He brushed his thumbs over the plastic keys of the miniature keyboard of his phone, trying to think of a good way to accept the invitation. When the utmost perfect reply was on the tip of his tongue, someone entered the cafe breaking his concentration.

As he turned his head around he quickly spat out in a bit of a hostile tone not bothering to see whom was there. "Hey buddy, can you not see what the sign says? We're.." Ichigo completely trailed off from what he was saying when he saw Grimmjow standing at the front door with his guitar case slung over his back.

An amused half-grin was plastered on his face as leaned back on the metal frame of the glass door. "Closed? How many fucks do ya think I give?"

Ichigo couldn't help the smile that managed to form on his lips, he sat his phone face up on top of the piano and walked over to the blue haired trespasser.

"You should give a couple fucks, because...I could call the police and have you arrested." Ichigo teased with a flinch of his eyebrow.

"Well if yer gonna do all'a that..." Grimmjow reached forward pulling Ichigo into his body, then quickly turned him around to loosely coil his arm around his throat. He angled his head down to sinisterly whisper into his ear, "I want Earl Grey with all the fuckin' cream you've got."

His eyes closing as he sunk his body back into Grimmjow's; the man smelled so good, and not only that he was extremely warm. The sleeper hold that he was held in tightened just a bit, slightly pressed against his windpipe.

Why does that turn me on?

"Please, just let me go. I'll get you whatever you want." The words coming out softer and much more sultrier than he intended.

Grimmjow let go of him, and after taking a half step back he stared up at the taller man. For some reason the blunet was panting as he intensely gazed back down at him. Both of them silent just staring at each other for just a moment; the longer they stared the more turned on Ichigo seemed to get. Ichigo took another step back, hitting the table his hands flat on it as Grimmjow continued to just watch him.

Fuck.

What are you doing to me?

They played and joked around a lot, and for the most part it usually ended up like this; they would just stare at each other until one of them just broke the connection. Grimmjow was an intimidating man just to be around, so when he stared right into your eyes the intensity was palpable.

"Ya gonna go grab my drink or just stare at me all day?" He said without tearing his eyes away from Ichigo. His voice was quiet, his tone was very blunt, but he managed to be so sauve as if he were flirting with Ichigo.

The flustered pianist, nodded his head and turned himself around to go toward the back where the barista usually made the drinks. Aside from playing piano at the cafe, Ichigo often made drinks for the customers as he generally got more tips from that.

He grabbed two Earl Grey K-Cups, and popped them into seperate Keurig coffe makers, to make them both a cup of the finely blended tea. He needed to calm his nerves after being pressed against the man he fantasized about day-in and day-out.

Within seconds their beverages had finished brewing, Ichigo poured a more than healthy amount of cream into Grimmjow's tea then went to prepare his own with honey and lemon. He pressed lids a top of both the drinks and with both of them in his hand he walked over to Grimmjow whom was sitting at the piano.

He had Ichigo's Blackberry in his hand, the intense look on his face gone and something new danced in his eyes. He sat the phone down back on top of the piano as he noticed Ichigo had returned, and reached for the drink in the orangette's right hand.

"What were you doing with my phone Grimm?" Ichigo asked before blowing into the small hole in the cap of his tumbler.

"I was just checkin' the time." He spoke stoicly before sipping his own tea with zero regard to its temperature.

Ichigo shrugged his shoulders, then grabbed his phone from the piano stuffing it into his back pocket before taking his seat next to his friend. "So, what's up? Why're you here so late?"

Grimmjow's fingers slid up and down the diagonal strap across his body which belonged to the guitar case. "I knew ya'd be here. I sorta need yer help."

"Well what is it?"

"I've got and idea for a song, it's stuck in my head andI keep trying to play it on guitar, but it never sounds right."

"Play it for me?"

"Alright."

Grimmjow took the strap from across his body sitting the case on the floor, then he opened it up to take out the stringed instrument.

He grabbed the orange guitar pick from the bottom of the case, then began to play the song he was having trouble with. The song itself sounded great, but he was playing it in the wrong context. It was too melancholic for his type of music. Ichigo motioned for Grimmjow to play it again, then Ichigo tried it out on the piano in the same key.

"Yea, ya got it. But still, it don't sound right Ichi."

"Try something like this." Ichigo played the exact same song, except in a different key to give it a much more happier, upbeat mood.

After playing the song a few times repeatedly, Grimmjow grabbed his guitar and messed with the windings to tune it. When he finished tuning it to his own perfection he began to play the new song according to Ichigo's key, with his own destructive flavor to it.

Ichigo continued to play, until Grimmjow started softly singing the lyrics to the song, then he just stopped to listen. He couldn't really decipher what he was saying, but just listened to the euphonious sounds coming from the man next to him. For more than a few moments, Ichigo sat and watched Grimmjow work his magic as he played and sang the entire song.

When he was on stage he was extremely energetic, practically tearing his fingertips apart as he shred the electric guitar, then when he was done the hype he gave off to the crowd felt like sparks. It wasn't a rare occasion for Grimmjow to throw something off stage, or rip his shirt off or even encourage the crowd to begin mosh pits. It could've been dangerous if his concert's weren't so damn fun.

It was so different seeing the man play acoustic, as it showed the softer side of him. He sang quietly, played each and every chord intricately, his eyes would often clothes, and when he was done it always left Ichigo with goosebumps. He never really played acoustic for anyone, except for Ichigo just for the sake of the bad boy, 'I don't give a fuck about rules', destructive persona his audience loved him for.

When the song was finally finished Grimmjow's eyes opened and a soft sigh left him. "Fuck, that felt good to finally finish. Thanks."

Ichigo rubbed the back of his neck, "I didn't do anything, you wrote it."

"True, but it wouldn've sounded as good if ya didn't help me. So...thanks man."

Ichigo looked down at the piano keys, his tone hushed "What're friends for right?"

Silence filled the empty coffee shop, both men alternating between sipping their drinks and exchanging brief eye contact.

"So, can I come over tonight?" Grimmjow asked out of the blue.

Ichigo hesitated in his response, because he was guaranteed to get laid that night and didn't want to tell him that. Grimmjow's mood always got a lot different when Ichigo spoke of him getting together with other men, hell he was never happy whenver he got together with Nnoitra.

At the same time, he did want Grimmjow to come over because whenever he did they usually passed out on the couch from playing video games. The bigger man was also a cuddler, and would collect Ichigo into his arms and hold him as they slept.

"Yeah. Let's get going now, I've still have to get Shiro from my neighbor. It would be rude if I just went to her house so late to pick him up."

Grimmjow smiled a boyish smile, and stood up from the piano to pack up his guitar. "Can he meow yet?"

The one weakness Grimmjow had was Ichigo's pet kitten Shiro; he was only a few weeks old when they both found him in Ichigo's trash can. Grimmjow did most of the work to get him his shots, get the kitten from being so scared all the time, and the blunet spoiled the infantile feline in treats, toys and lots of catnip.

"Barely, but he's not afraid to attack the fuck out of my face when I'm sleeping if he needs food." Ichigo laughed standing up, to dispose of their half empty cold, beverages.

"That's ma' boy." Grimmjow laughed, slinging the guitar case over his back once more.

Ichigo rolled his eyes with a smile, "Speaking of food. Order in or pick up?" He closed the case which went to cover the piano keys, and began to walk toward the door.

"Nah. I wanna cook."

"Grimmjow all you can make is cereal and it always turns out soggy. No."

The blunet feigned being extremely offended, "If you can't appreciate my soggy cereal, then I'll make stir fry."

Ichigo's eyes widened at the thought of what happened last time when he let Grimmjow near open flames with oil.

With his reply Grimmjow continued the stupid banter of just about everything he could not cook. From the time they made it to the car, all the way to Ichigo's house the silly inside jokes continued. The day may have sucked, but once again Grimmjow managed to save it just by being himself.

Wait, what was I upset about earlier?

Just a few moments ago...

"...I've felt this way for years and it's been breaking my fucking heart not being able to call you mine Ichigo."

"Holy shit." Was all Ichigo could manage to get out at that moment, as he just completely froze.

"Ichigo, I'm sorry to just bring it up like this but I just can't keep it to myself anymore."

Grimmjow brought his hand up to Ichigo's cheek, cupping his jaw in his palm as his other hand slightly squeezed Ichigo's smaller hands. "I can only hope, that you accept me and forgive me for lyin' to ya."

The red-head closed his eyes inhaling softly, with a soft squeeze to the hand on his face. "Grimmjow..."

Grimmjow's breathing thickened audibly as the name slipped from Ichigo's lips in no more than a whisper.

All of this is way too much right now.

Ichigo's eyes opened and he stood up from the table, with the mug in his hand. Ichigo honestly couldn't think clearly, his heart was swelling in his chest, his stomach was doing somersaults, and he could feel a tent being pitched in his robe.

I need more tea.

With Grimmjow no longer touching him, Ichigo walked over to his stove to pour more of steamy liquid over his sated tea bag. After sitting the kettle down, he placed his hands flat on the counter lowering his head, robust orange bangs sweeping over his brown eyes as he stared into backs of his hands.

What the fuck do I do? Why didn't I see it all along?

Ichigo heard to scooting of wood against the tile floor indicating Grimmjow had stood up too, he walked over to him wrapping an arm around Ichigo's waist to embrace him from behind.

"Tell me you feel the same way." Grimmjow whispered into his ear. With that small gesture Ichigo couldn't bear it any longer, he needed to test the waters.

He turned his head around taking the initiative to catch Grimmjow's mouth in a deep kiss. There was no question about anything now, if this were a cruel joke Ichigo would live with the embarssment. But at this point he couldn't keep denying himself to the man of his dreams. Ichigo pulled away for a moment to hear Grimmjow's response, but was surprised when the man leaned down to kiss him once more.

Ichigo's body straightened out so he was completely facing Grimmjow; his strong hand went to the back of the orangette's neck to keep him from breaking away once more. A soft moan left him as just the pure taste of Grimmjow was heart stopping. His slippery tongue somehow found its way into Ichigo's mouth.

The kiss had gotten so heated so fast. One second they were having tea, and just talking and the next the belt of Ichigo's robe was being pulled off to reveal the prominent erection that which poked and bulged in his boxerbriefs.

Grimmjow was the one who pulled away this time, to rest his forehead against Ichigo's as they caught their breath. "I want ya to be the first and only man I ever sleep with?" His voice nothing more than a husky whisper.

"Lets do it." Ichigo said not bothering to think about anything else, nothing else mattered. It was all about this moment and what they were going to do with it.

Though, he did have one thing on his mind how was he going to teach Grimmjow how to sleep with a man?

He'd never broken in a virgin before.