Well, this didn't take me long to do or anything :/ I had completely forgotten the fact I had already had most of this done. I am sorry, so I am giving this as a new year gift. Hope I can do better in 2010. This is a continue of the flashback and the last one, I am pretty sure of that. I might be talking about it again but wont be having a chapter for it. Again sorry for the wait and I wont keep you any longer. ENJOY~ but it is short....

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Plain and Simple, I Think Not

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Chapter III

Edited by the marvelous Fifi McFu!! ^___^

"What the fuck Grimm!?" A third party entered the room and dragged the man off. A pathetic whimper escaped my parted lips as the hand that had been fondling me was forcefully removed.

"You don't just run off to go find some other fuckbuddy after the shit you pulled down there!" Nnoitra loomed over top of our heads as we both tried to regain normal breathing patterns.

"I don't screw guys that are taller than me." The exotic blue-haired man replied with a bored tone despite being out of breath.

Nnoitra threw his hands up in frustration before turning to glare at me.

"You better make Kitty pure of I'll kick your ass, slut." What that the beanstock turned on his heels and left the room, slamming the door behind him.

--Flashback Continued--

General POV

Ichigo blinked twice in his utterly confused state. What was going on around him? This man kept on popping up tonight and Ichigo still had yet to hear his name. Well, whoever it was Ichigo knew two things about him; he was extremely good looking and kept on causing all sorts of problems for him.

The man in question rolled off of him and lay on the floor beside Ichigo, but made no attempts to stand back up straight.

"What the hell was that for, asshole?!" Ichigo tried to yell but it came out more in pants as he still hadn't completely regained his normal breathing pattern. Ichigo was about to continue with more insults to save face but he was immediately silenced as the blue haired man turned to face him while he himself was still on his back.

Grimmjow turned to face the kid who he had just used to get out of an unwanted situation. He had been expecting some kind of hell for his actions since Shirosaki had already warned him that his older brother – by two minutes– kinda played it shy when it came to guys… not that Grimmjow had actually asked Shirosaki about the duplicate… hell, maybe he was curious… but only just a little.

Thinking for a second, the whole thing about shy was crap. Grimmjow could have had the kid right there and then if it hadn't been for Nnoitra, he must remember to thank him personally afterwards.

"Needed some way to get that leech to back off." Grimmjow said grimly thinking about how Nnoitra was trying to throw himself at him; "The stick gives me the creeps. Besides, my victim moaned, so don't say you didn't like it." Grimmjow ended smugly.

"Shut up, asshole." Ichigo said crossly before quickly standing up, but thanks to the alcohol still in his system, the effort only resulted in him falling backdown on his butt causing the teen's frustration to increase.

"Shit," he cursed under his breath and with a sigh he closed his watery eyes and spoke; "You can stay here if you need to hide from Nnoitra." Ichigo was surprised as these words came out of his mouth, but the guy had a point; Nnoitra is disturbing and Ichigo personally sympathised with the stranger for gaining the freaks attention.

"What's your name anyways? I'm guessing it isn't kitty."

"Grimmjow," he paused while he stood up and walked over to Ichigo's desk, sitting down backwards on the chair. "You're Shirosaki's older brother."

Ichigo nodded his head, watching the extraordinary man before him. He knew now that Grimmjow's looks had nothing to do with the amount of drinks he had consumed tonight, the reality was that the 'Kitty' truly had jaw-dropping good looks and it didn't surprise him even the slightest that this divine creature was in with Shiro's crowd.

"Are you going to get up or are you inviting me to ravish you again?" Grimmjow said, smirking down at the kid still sprawled on the floor, still astonished by the resemblance of the twins.

"Just because I'm that guy's brother doesn't mean that we share the same interest of being fucked all day long." Ichigo hissed bitterly while jumping to his feet despite the idea sounding really good to the orange-haired teen.

Grimmjow eyed the kid carefully and wondered if little Ichi here would be as vocal as Shirosaki. From what the furball had passed on earlier, 'Ichi-chan' was very inexperienced, although, so had Shiro at one point and trust him, Grimmjow had changed that.

The blue-haired man sighed while turning around properly on the chair and began aimlessly to pick through the pile of school books and magazines on the kid's desk. "Your loss," Grimmjow mumbled to himself finally settling on a flashy car magazine.

"I heard that,"

Ichigo walked, or wobbled, over to his bed and plopped down onto it enjoying the sinking feeling once again.

"You know Ichi, your actions don't reflect your words." Grimmjow purred without looking up from magazine. "I'd maybe not sprawl out on the bed with my ass in the air. You're asking to be fucked."

The teens face flushed while he quickly sat up, bringing his knees close to his chest and glaring at the annoying man in the room.

The room stayed silent, the sound of the speakers still pumping through the house and showing no signs of stopping. Grimmjow was becoming bored and every once in a while would look up at Ichigo only to see him staring back. Ichigo would blush after being caught and would mumble some colourful words under his breath while looking away. The silence was starting to get to the teen and Grimmjow could see clear as day there was something Ichigo wanted to ask.

Said teen wrapped his arms around his legs, pulling them closer to his chest after being caught gawking at Grimmjow for the thousandth time. The room was growing warmer and his skin was crawling every time he glanced over at Grimmjow. He was going to go crazy if they just continued to sit here in his room in silence. Why couldn't they do something else?

Ichigo mentally slapped himself immediately for the idea that had just popped into his mind. This would be his last drinking experience he thought as his heart pounded unsteadily without being provoked. Slowly, his mouth opened to utter the question he had been mulling over for a while.

"How long have you known Shirosaki?"

There. He had finally said it. Grimmjow smirked at the expected question, but not the one he wanted to hear, and discarded the magazine on the desk then leaned forward.

"Couple years ago, there was some drunken kid at the bar I work at being harassed by some known pervs. They were trying to take him home so I stepped in, being the Good Samaritan I am, kicked their asses, and took the kid home myself and ever since then the furball has stuck to me like glue."

Ichigo was slightly amazed and at the same time not surprised that Shirosaki had gotten into trouble even in years passed. Shiro always got a thrill of knowing he still had to wait one more year until he could legally drink. Ichigo had a theory that Shiro would stop all drinking all together simply because he could and go and find some other substance that was illegal for another couple years.

"When you say kid... how old was he?" Ichigo asked putting down his knees.

"Shiro said he was 16, but I found out later that he was really only 14."

Ichigo stared wide-eyed at Grimmjow who only smirked and continued on. "Never knew you had such a wild brother, did ya?"

Ichigo was silent for a moment; just staring into the man's piercing eyes. The next words left his mouth without his consent, but he just had to know.

"Are you and Shirosaki..." The last word caught in his throat.

The next thing Ichigo knew, the other man's mouth was already close to his ear; his warm breath sending more shivers down his spine and making his heart beat erratically.

"Lovers?" Grimmjow whispered sickly-sweet into the Strawberry's ear. His hands ghostly running up the teens chest until he reached Ichigo's chin to hold him in place. Grimmjow had grown bored and decided to have a little fun with the brat.

An emotionless laugh escaped Grimmjow's lips. "You could say that, I do really enjoy fucking him." He continued as he lowered his lips towards the showing flesh of Ichigo's neck and brushed his lips against the warm skin. A sadistic grin appeared on his face as he felt Ichigo shudder and notice his pants tent slightly.

"Oh," Ichigo didn't know what to do. His eyelids were growing heavy and everything was going blurry, his senses only concentrating on Grimmjow's warm breath.

"It isn't a big deal; we use each-others bodies to release our frustration." Grimmjow said smoothly while his other hands creeped along the teen's thigh until he reached the slight bulge in the Ichigo's pants.

"Wha?" The berry's face turned red but the teen's discomfort hardly mattered to Grimmjow since he had already made up his mind on what he wanted to show the kid.

His experienced hands began to message the hardening cock, he caught Ichigo's earlobe between his teeth and started to suck. Grimmjow smirked as the teen moaned and started move closer to him. The blue-haired man was not about to let such an adorable boy out of his sights without having a little fun with him.

Ichigo picked up on the others advancements and immediately stopped as he realized his body was moving without him knowing. A part of him wanted to know what it felt like, to kiss a gorgeous man such as Grimmjow. He smirked slightly at his stupidity, just because Grimmjow was hot didn't make him a better kisser.

Grimmjow crawled over, closing in the distance between the two of them and straddled the Strawberry, pressing his lips against Ichigo's in a kiss, his hands making quick work of the boy's sweater and was annoyed when he found yet another shirt underneath.

The teen gasped, allowing the older man to slip his tongue into the warm cavern, tasting every inch of that delicious mouth. Grimmjow's hand rose underneath the hem of Ichigo's shirt and began to feel his way around the boy's muscled chest, enjoying the shiver given from the other by the touch of his cold hands.

Ichigo pulled out of the kiss and put his head to the side while catching his breath. "U-Uh...I...er...I changed my mind." The side of him that wanted to keep going was yelling at him to lean back into the kiss, but he was drunk and this wasn't the best of situations to continue this, this... what exactly was he doing?

Ichigo tried unsuccessfully to pull away as the panic of his actions hit his half-fogged mind. He protested but a hand reached out and held Ichigo firmly against the wall and their lips were smashed back together. Grimmjow smirked into the kiss as eventually the teen began to kiss back, glad that Ichigo was slowly losing his unwanted defences. Their tongues met and Ichigo grabbed ahold of the front of Grimmjow's shirt and unconscious pulled the man closer to his hot body.

The teen wanted to know what it felt like, what it felt like to be touched by someone else. He was curious as to what Shirosaki had been telling him he was missing out on for all of these years. Ichigo was going with the heat of the moment and was painfully aware of his erection pressing against his jeans.

Grimmjow could feel this too and decided to show the boy what everything could be like since new toys were always the best. In a second Grimmjow flipped their potions so Ichigo was lying down on the bed with himself still on top.

Quick hands undid the button, the zipper and had Ichigo's pants pulled half way down before Ichigo made his expected protest.

"No. I'm not going to stop" Grimmjow said firmly as he freed Ichigo's erection from his boxers.

Ichigo's face turned red with embarrassment and started to fidget under the intense gaze coming from the man. "W-What?! But, G-Grimmjow!"

"This is your first time, isn't it?" Grimmjow asked as he lowered his head to licked the tip. Grimmjow chuckled softly as he watched the teen freeze from the contact. It was then that Grimmjow took Ichigo's cock in his hands and began sucking on it.

"N-no...sto-stop...aH...ahhh!" Ichigo tangled his hands in Grimmjow's blue locks and stared down at the man with heavy eyes as Grimmjow sucked him harder, deep throating him quickly and catching the berry off guard.

Ichigo moaned out loudly while pulling on the blue hair entangled in his hands, he had never felt such pleasure. Grimmjow's tongue felt so good on him. All original protesting completely forgotten, he didn't want it to stop.

He involuntarily thrust his hips, moaning loudly, which egged on Grimmjow on, twirling his tongue around the tip.

Ichigo couldn't take much more of it, he knew he was going to lose it soon if Grimmjow kept this up. "G-Grimm, stop! I think I'm g-going to c-come."

But Grimmjow didn't pull back, he massaged the sacs and flicked his tongue again. He looked up directly into Ichigo's eyes while he continued his work. Those eyes, were just killing him! The moans increased in volume as Grimmjow continued to perform until Ichigo suddenly shivered and threw his head back onto the pillows in pleasure with a loud moan, spilling his seeds into Grimmjow's mouth.

Weakly, Ichigo glared down at the man even with the cherry red blush on his cheeks. "You...stupid pervert, why didn't you stop?!"

This made Grimmjow smirk and he licked his lips dangerously. He liked this kid, he had a fierceness he could connect with. Those eyes held so much spunk even after being sucked off. He wanted more, but he thought someone like Ichigo it would be best to wait and give him time to think what had just happened and what else would come.

"It's ok. I like the taste of strawberries."

"Fucking p-pervert..." Ichigo said blushing but continued to glare, the earlier effects of alcohol had worn off a little more allowing his usual grumpy-pants behaviour to return.

Grimmjow crawled back up to Ichigo and kissed the bit of skin sticking out at the collar of his shirt. "There is one more thing..." He mumbled to himself, Ichigo only catching the start until Grimmjow's lips began to suck on his collar bone. Teeth nibbling and sucking not so gently on the soft skin while ignoring Ichigo's useless attempts of pushing him off. It wasn't like Ichigo was a weakling, from what he could tell from his brief exploration of his chest, he was quite strong, but still no match for Grimmjow.

Finally content that his work would leave a nice mark, Grimmjow pulled back.

He smirked up at the kid and spoke; "You're mine now, kid."

TBC

I am going to be leaving my bleach stories to work on a complete mess I have been keeping out of my mind for long enough. I just need to get started editing Vampier Heart 'cause I am sick and tiered of getting death threats for a story I didn't write. Oh, new chapter for My Mess Up should be soon for any of those who read it. Thanks for sticking around with me. December just killed me... now off to exams yaye... I guess that means see you all again in Feb :D !

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B.F.