Grimmjow shifted in bed, surprised when he felt a warm body nuzzled against his chest.

"Wha..what?" he mumbled out slowly, his voice husky and low.

Chocolate brown eyes looked up into shocked blue ones that widened slightly as they quickly recognized the face of the man beside him.

"I-Ichigo..?"

A smirk played on the younger mans lips before he leaned forward and caught Grimmjow's bottom lip with his teeth, tugging slightly before releasing it. "Hello, Grimmjow.." Ichigo whispered slowly, licking over Grimmjow's abused bottom lip agonizingly slowly. Grimmjow's breath hitched at Ichigo's boldness, not that it should be a surprise to him after the whole jail thing. But still.

"Fuck man.." Grimmjow huffed out before quickly pressing his lips to Ichigo's, reveling in the taste of the younger mans soft lips. Ichigo's hands found their way to Grimmjow's hips, and slender fingers dipped past the barrier of boxer and blanket.

Grimmjow attempted to take a steadying breath, but it shuddered in and out, like he was shivering, which he might as well have been.

Ichigo's hand gripped Grimmjow tightly and he thrust forward instinctually. Ichigo's hand slowly began to move, and right when it was getting good-

The curtains fluttered, the afternoon light shining in, a form stirring beneath the blankets, light blue, squinted eyes seeming even lighter under the harsh rays.

"Fuck time is it.." Grimmjow grumbled out, shading his eyes with a hand as he looked at his bedside clock. It read 1:17. "Fuck..I slept in.." He groaned lowly as he swung his legs over the side of the bed, rubbing at his eye with one hand, while the other supported him on the bed. He pushed himself up slowly, waiting until the slight spinning of his head subsided before heading to the bathroom for a shower.

His eyes were closed as he washed the foamy shampoo from his hair, stilling in his motions as he heard the door slam open.

"Yo, Grimm. We should go clubbin' lata taday," Nnoitra said nonchalantly.

"Whathefuck Nnoitra?" Grimmjow burst out, shaking out the excess shampoo and peaking his head out from behind the curtain.

"What?" Nnoitra mumbled around his toothbrush. "S'not like I haven't seen yer cock before.." He turned to face the mirror, currently steamed with a single circle cleared so Nnoitra could see himself.

"Whatever.." Grimmjow said, shaking his head. "Just get out quickly.." He pulled back into the shower.

Nnoitra shrugged, continuing to scrub at his teeth.

10 minutes later and Grimmjow was fresh and clean, his hair damp and down, clothes on and ready to face the world.

"So," Nnoitra began, "You didn't answer my question earlier,"

"Whut?" Grimmjow asked around a mouthful of food.

"I said that we should go clubbin' later,"

"Oh..musta been too angry that you walked into my bathroom while I was takin' a shower.." Grimmjow glared at Nnoitra as he grinned.

"Yer welcome," He grinned like a mad man.

"Tch.." Grimmjow shook his head as he continued to eat, gulping his juice and throwing his dishes in the sink.

"But seriously," Nnoitra's smile faded. "You need some tight ass ta loosen up,"

"I already told ya last night, I got my eyes set on a cute little strawberry,"

"Whatever. Yer comin' with me anyway,"

Grimmjow sighed. There was no winning anyway. "Fine.." Nnoitra grinned widely. Grimmjow left to brush his teeth.

oO0Oo

When Ichigo awoke, there was a warm body pressed against his back. His mind worked quickly to remember what had happened the previous night. He sighed when he did, rolling over and pushing at the chest in front of him.

"Shinji, get off'a me.." Ichigo grumbled out, his voice gravelly and groggy with sleep.

Shinji shook his head slightly, tightening his grip around Ichigo's waist. "No..yer comfy..and warm…" he snuggled closer into Ichigo's back as he spoke.

Sighing, Ichigo forcefully shoved at Shinji, successfully dislodging the blonde from his waist. He stood up, pulling his nearly dead phone out of his pocket and checking the time.

"Shit, Shinji. I'm gonna be fucking late if I don't hurry," Ichigo scrambled to grab his charger and plug it into the nearest outlet, sighing in relief as his phone began to charge.

"Late fer what?" Shinji stood up, tilting his head to the side as he spoke.

"Work ya dipshit," Ichigo responded, lightly smacking the side of Shinji's head with the back of his hand, receiving a pout in return.

"What time is it?," the blonde asked, rubbing the side of his head with the palm of his hand.

"12:32.." Ichigo mumbled out.

"Ha! Sucks fer you, havin' ta get a job and shit," Shinji crossed his legs, holding his feet and rocking back and forth, giggling.

"Shuddap, Shinji..now get out'a my apartment so I can take a shower without you attempting to rape me.." Ichigo crossed the room to his door, opening it and grinning when he heard Shinji whine, but leave anyway, a threat to call and text him nonstop escaping his lips.

Ichigo sighed when he was finally alone in his apartment, walking to the shower and turning on the water, letting it reach a suitable temperature before stripping quickly and stepping under the warmed water. He sighed blissfully as the water ran down his fit body. He showered quickly, getting his clothes for work on and hopping into his car as soon as possible.

He knows he went over the speed limit at least 20 times on the way there, but damnit, he had to hurry. He couldn't afford to be late for work again, especially when his boss was Urahara Kisuke. He shook his head, attempting to rid himself of the memory of the last time he was late to work. A shudder ran through him. He nodded to Kisuke as he walked in, walking behind the counter and scowling. Oh boy, another seven and a half hours with this freak of a man. Ichigo thought vehemently.

oO0Oo

Grimmjow sighed as he sat on the couch, watching some stupid horror movie with Nnoitra while they waited for night to fall. He didn't see why this was so exciting. Three and a half hours of stupid farmers with shovels hitting zombies in the head. What was so interesting about that? He shook his head, standing up to grab another beer, unconsciously grabbing one for Nnoitra as well. The credits began to roll as he sat down.

"Thank God..its over..." Grimmjow huffed out.

"Aww, c'mon! That was a crap shit ending! They can't just all turn into zombies!" Nnoitra howled at the TV screen.

"Tch..I'm goin' out fer some coffee..." He needed the caffeine anyway.

"Ooh, take me with you!"

Grimmjow sighed. "As long as ya pay fer yerself.." he muttered.

"Well fuckin' duh," Nnoitra said, skipping off to get his wallet.

20 minutes later and Grimmjow was pulling into a parking spot at his favorite little café. The same one where a certain orange-haired person happened to work. Grimmjow wondered if he even remembered what happened. He was so drunk he probably didn't.

He saw Ichigo sigh as he walked in, chatting to a thin blonde man at the counter.

"Shinji, how many times have I told you not to bother me while I'm work, unless you're actually going to but something?" Ichigo berated Shinji.

"Aww, c'mon," Shinji pouted as Ichigo continued to scowl.

"Go bother Urahara 'er sumthin'.." Ichigo mumbled.

Grimmjow smirked. "Yo Kurosaki. Get me my usual," He grinned widely.

Ichigo huffed, glaring at Grimmjow but turning around none the less to prepare his drink. Grimmjow wondered what that Shinji guy was smirking about, but decided to shrug it off.

"Ooh, that's the 'G' person you were talking about, ne?" Shinji grinned.

"Sh-shuddap Shinji..I was really fucking drunk..." Ichigo muttered quietly.

"Well I think it's cute," Shinji huffed indignantly, crossing his arms.

"Don't talk so loud, Shin! Jesus.." When Ichigo deemed his face to be a normal color, he turned back to Grimmjow with his drink and snatched his money, knowing Grimmjow had the exact amount as usual.

"Hey, Ichi, let's go clubbin' tanight," Shinji smirked as Ichigo's cheeks pinked slightly at his words.

"Whata coincidence, Nnoitra and I had that same plans," Grimmjow chimed in.

"Fuck no.." Ichigo grumbled.

"Aww, c'mon Berry head," Nnoitra said. "It'd be so much more fun with the two of you there~" he smirked at Shinji, grinning when he giggled softly.

Ichigo sighed. He couldn't deal with this shit right now. "Fine..whatever..I'll go..."

"Yay~!" Shinji bounced in his seat, clapping his hands. Grimmjow only smirked.

oO0Oo

Four hours later and Ichigo found himself sitting at a table with Shinji, Grimmjow, and Nnoitra, all but Ichigo laughing at some weird story Nnoitra had just told.

Shinji nudged him under the table. "C'mon, Ichi. Loosen up a bit. Have some fun,"

"I'm not getting drunk and fucking him again," Ichigo muttered darkly, arms crossed.

"Ichi~" Shinji pouted.

"No, Shin,"

"But-"

"No,"

"Hmph..fine..don't come crying to me when ya can't stop thinkin' about 'im.." Shinji mumbled, glancing away towards Nnoitra.

"I won't.." Ichigo said petulantly, sipping at the slowly warming beer in his hand.

Shinji gasped slightly, grinning madly as he recognized the song that began to play. He could tell Ichigo noticed too, because he saw the way he sat up slightly straighter.

"Ichi.." Shinji began but was cut off by a glare from Ichigo.

"Fuck no…" Ichigo responded, eyes narrowing as Shinji's grin continued to grow.

"Yes!"

"No!" Ichigo shouted, catching the attention of both Grimmjow and Nnoitra. A blush began to spread across his cheekbones. Shinji nodded at Grimmjow, the blunette taking the hint and shifting his attention to Ichigo.

"Yo, Blushin' Berry. Dance with–" Grimmjow was cut off by Ichigo, his face now completely red.

"No, damnit!" Ichigo yelled, crossing his arms and turning away from the other three at the table.

Shinji nudged Ichigo in the ribs painfully, causing him to jerk away from the touch. Ichigo whipped around, about to speak, but stopping when he saw the look on Shinji's face. His jaw snapped shut and he slowly turned his gaze to Grimmjow, scowling and glancing downward. Shinji's expression softened, smiling at Ichigo and patting him on the back.

"Go on.." Shinji encouraged him quietly.

His head slowly rose, making immediate eye contact with piercing electric blue eyes. He could feel his heart freeze, before beating erratically. Taking a steadying breath, he stood up slowly, setting his drink down before charging at the dance floor. Starting slightly, Grimmjow practically threw his beer down before following after the bobbing orange head. Oh, this was going to be good. Grimmjow thought to himself, grinning widely, teeth bared.

"You're lucky I fucking like this song you god damn bastard," Ichigo snarled, half-yelling because of the loud music now surrounding them, along with the constantly moving ocean of bodies.

Grimmjow only grinned. "Looks like I'm getting lucky all over the place, ne?"

Ichigo glared at him, closing his eyes in an attempt to shut him out. It didn't work. He could still smell the idiot. He could feel as Grimmjow reached out towards him, taking his hips in his large hands and pulling him flush against him, shocking Ichigo out of his reverie.

"Gr-Grimmjow.." Ichigo looked up at him slightly.

"Yes, Ichigo?" Grimmjow asked, placing his lips next to his ear as he spoke. He felt Ichigo shiver from the contact, and grinned.

"Just fuckin' dance.." Ichigo growled out. He could get used to this new and aggressive Ichigo.

I know you want me
I made it obvious that I want you too
So put it on me
Lets remove the space between me and you
Now rock you're body
Damn I like the way that you move
So give it to me
Cause I already know what you wanna do

The floor was vibrating from the sound, the bodies moving and gyrating. Ichigo could feel Grimmjow thrusting against him. He gasped slightly as lips pressed gently to his neck, nipping slightly before licking a path to his earlobe, biting at the skin there, and blowing back over the path the tongue had previously created. He shivered at the sudden cold that assaulted his neck. His hands moved up to wrap in soft blue locks and he opened his eyes slowly, looking into softened blue eyes, his mouth parted ever so slightly. Instincively, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to Grimmjow, a soft moan escaping his mouth, the sound being lost in the crowd, and Grimmjow's mouth. A tongue teased at Ichigo's lips and he quickly parted them, allowing the man access to tangle with his tongue. A battle of dominance ensued, the two of them being lost in sensation.

Here's the situation
Been to every nation
Nobody's ever made me feel the way that you do
You know my motivation
Give in my reputation
Please excuse me I don't mean to be rude
But tonight I'm loving you
Oh you know
That tonight I'm loving you
Oh you know
That tonight I'm loving you

The next thing Ichigo knew, he was pushed up against a stall in the bathroom, the music playing on the other side of the door muted slightly.

"Grimmjow…" Ichigo panted out quietly.

"Shhh.." was Grimmjow's reply as he sank to his knees before Ichigo. Ichigo gasped as Grimmjow's hands fumbled with the button on his pants, grinning as he succeeded in doing so before slowly pulling down the zipper. He reached into Ichigo's boxers, grasping his now fully erect cock and stroking slowly. Ichigo gasped as his cock was exposed to the cold air of the bathroom. Grimmjow's hand slowly picked up the pace, until all Ichigo could see was stars. Right as he was about to lose it, Grimmjow stopped.

"Eh.." Ichigo panted out, sweat slowly trailing down his back, dampening his nice shirt. Before he had to say much else, Ichigo's cock was enveloped by Grimmjow's warm mouth. A strangled cry escaped him as Grimmjow deep throated him, his hot seed shooting down the older man's throat. Grimmjow quickly tucked the still shaking Ichigo away, zipping and buttoning his pants before patting his ass gently and grinning as Ichigo glared at him. Grimmjow only grinned, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to Ichigo's cheek. Ichigo's face softened, before he leaned forward as well and placed a chaste kiss upon Grimmjow's lips. A tiny smile bloomed on Grimmjow's face, softening his features to that of pure beauty. Then something completely different flickered in his intensely blue eyes. He grabbed Ichigo's hand, pulling him from the stall and out of the bathroom, leading the way to the exit of the club.

"Come home with me.." Grimmjow asked, his voice low, and what was that? Pleading?

"Grimmjow, I can't.." Ichigo looked down and away, focusing on a leaf on the ground a few feet away.

Grimmjow hooked a finger under Ichigo's chin, guiding his head so he could face him. "Ichigo, please.." Yep, pleading.

He sighed, eyes fluttering closed as he nodded slowly. What worse could happen?

Grimmjow smiled that God damn smile again and Ichigo couldn't help the butterflies he felt in his stomach from that. Why was growing a liking to this blue-haired bastard so quickly? Guess ya can't judge a book by its cover, ne? Ichigo thought as he was lead to Grimmjow's motorcycle. He was handed a helmet and he slipped it on, throwing his leg over the side of the bike after Grimmjow was settled. He gratefully clung to Grimmjow's waist when told to hang on tightly. They sped out of the parking lot and onto the busy road.

oO0Oo

The motorcycle came to a quick stop, Grimmjow quickly hopping off and holding out a hand for Ichigo, who accepted it and gracefully slid off the bike.

"C'mon, lets go," he said, linking his fingers with Ichigo's and pulling him up a flight of stairs. Ichigo gasped slightly as he was pulled, clinging tightly to Grimmjows hand and stepping clumsily on the steps. Grimmjow stopped abruptly, shoving his hand into his pocket and rooting through it. He pulled out his keys, shifting through them before stopping at a light blue one, and sliding it into the lock. The door opened slowly, and Ichigo barely had time to take in the decor before being dragged into an artfully arranged room.

"Grimmjow.." Ichigo began but was cut off as a pair of warm lips settled over his with gentle pressure.

"Just sleep." Grimmjow said as he pulled his shirt over his head.

"Eh.." Ichigo's mouth was hanging open ever so slightly.

"I'm not gonna take advantage of you while your drunk..again.."

"What?" Ichigo gaped.

Grimmjow smirked. "Do I need to repeat it for you?" He was only in his boxers now.

"N-no.." Ichigo could feel his face heating up more and more by the second.

"Just get in the bed.." Grimmjow mumbled slightly, sliding into the bed himself.

Ichigo sighed, inwardly admitting his defeat, his head hung as he slipped his shirt over his head. He unbuttoned his jeans, the zipper sliding down with ease. He shimmied out of them, the material pooling at his feet. He stepped out of them slowly, waddling over to the bed and sitting down on it akwardly. A firm hand slid around his waist and he yelped-a manly yelp, thank you very much– as he was pulled back to lay on a solid chest.

"I said to sleep, not to sit.." Grimmjow whispered into Ichigo's ear, sending a shiver down his spine. He nodded, turning his body slightly and pulilng the covers over himself. He turned away from Grimmjow, but was pulled closer to him by the same arm from seconds before. Grimmjow kissed the back of Ichigo's head, tucking the smaller man into him and burying his face in his hair. Ichigo relaxed greatly, pressing his body into Grimmjow's warmth. Grimmjow snuggled closer before his breathing evened out. Ichigo closed his eyes, letting out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. He let sleep claim him, slipping him into the darkness of the night.

*~Authors Note~*

Well, here it is! The long awaited third chapter! Sorry it took me like, three years... ^^; But it tis complete! Oh, and I actually know where I want this story to go! How shocking is that! *crowd in the back gasps* Oh, shuddap you..
Anyway! Until next time all! Bai bai~