PART 6: Painting You In Blue

Author's note: Here is the very last chapter to Paint you in blue. I hope you guys enjoyed reading it and I'm sorry that it took so long to post up. I hope you continue to read my future works and as always may you readers be safe and happy both on ff and in real life. XD Thanks for staying till the very end.

OH YEAH! And in regards to the last chapter. I found this picture on the Internet. It's not mine of course but its really worth a look. ^^ w w w . z e r o c h a n . n e t / 3 6 6 6 6 0 # f u l l (take away the spaces)

Reviews would also be great since this is the last chapter after all. Also, than you Aleskei for editing. ^^

Deminos

The night was full of stars glittering in the sky and, despite the late hour, it was only the beginning for two people. Restaurants buzzed with life as music floated out along the streets, reaching passing ears. The city bustled with Friday night life. People of many ages littered the streets, either having a night out with friends or strolling along the quieter, less crowded pathways. In particular a redhead and a blunet were walking together side by side.

"So what are we doing tonight?" asked Ichigo with a sheepish smile. He and Grimmjow were currently going out on a date. Their first one.

"Movies, restaurant and..." Grimmjow shrugged, "Do whatever we feel like I guess?"

"Movies and a restaurant," Ichigo scoffed, "It sounds so cliché."

"That's why I chose it! If crazy, pubescent brats can do it then there'd be no way this could fuck up."

Ichigo scowled, "Why are you so worried 'bout things screwing up? I'm sure this isn't your first date"

"Shut up!" Grimmjow had this adorable look across his face that was in between a scowl and embarrassment. He scratched his tea hair nervously. ""I've waited friggin years to date you, so now that I have the chance, I can't fuck it up."

Ichigo's heart skipped a beat and a blush spread across his face and ears like wildfire. Plucking up his courage he took the blunet's hand in his. "I-idiot. It's fine, okay? It won't fuck up."

"Better not," grumbled the blunet. He tightened his hold on Ichigo's hand, savoring the redhead's warmth. This was the first time they were touching hands, the very first time since they met! He felt like a virgin on his first date and he hated the awkward, gawky feeling. But still, the butterflies fluttering in his stomach felt wonderful. Man... thinking in such a corny way... he might as well be a woman. Tch. "Oi... what do you feel like eating?"

"Fettuccine." was the instant reply.

"Ah... how bout we go eat… FUCK YOU!" growled the blunet.

Ichigo laughed deeply, the sound gentle and soft but not at all feminine. "So-sorry!" he had trouble stifling his laughter, "I- I just had to say it."

"Tch. Whatever," grumbled the blunet, though secretly he was happy inside. Fucking ecstatic even. "I could kill for a steak though. Let's go eat that."

"Sure. How 'bout here?" Ichigo gestured to the nearest restaurant. It was small Italian place. Tthe name of the restaurant was written in massive, curvy writing above the entrance. It read 'Racey's Flying Shadow.' Ha... What a strange name... Despite that, however, the restaurant had a nice feel. Music drifted from within and the scent of garlic, tomatoes and herbs wafted out the door. Ichigo could feel his mouth water.

Grimmjow glanced at the aforementioned restaurant and shrugged, "Why not? It's impossible to screw up steak." He walked up first and opened the door, waiting for Ichigo to walk in first.

Rolling his eyes the redhead went in.

"What?" said Grimmjow with a smirk, "I'm a gentleman."

Ichigo couldn't help but smile at that. "Pft. You wish you were a gentleman."

"I opened the door, you walked in. Ladies first and the gentleman follows."

"Are you implying that I'm a woman, Grimmjow?" Ichigo had a dangerous tint to his tone, his eyes beginning to flame a vibrant, sunset brown.

"What? Me? Imply you're a woman? No, Never! How could I?" The larger male said those words but his sarcastic tone and grin spoke to differ.

"Eh... remind me who kicked your ass in Karate last week? And the week before that? And the week before that?"

"That's not fair, that argument is void. Unlike you, I'm not a black belt. I'll thrash you in an arm wrestle though."

Ichigo laughed. Their childish bickering stopped for a moment as the waitress showed them to their table. If was as if she knew they were on a date, as she gave them a secluded table in a far corner. (It was quiet and private, just what they wanted). Grimmjow, as if to mock the redhead even more, drew the chair out from under the table for him with a cocky expression.

Ichigo shot the blunet a menacing glare before sitting on a different chair. Grimmjow just shrugged and sat on the chair that he had pulled out.

The waitress, with a cheery smile and a soft expression, handed them the menu.

Before he even opened the menu Ichigo smiled slyly, "I'll have the fettucci-"

"Don't you fucking dare," bit out the blunet, his teal eyes as violent as the sea. "Are you seriously going to order it?"

"It depends, are you still going to keep implying that I'm a girl?"

"..."

"Grimmjow."

The slightly older male slumped back in his chair in defeat. "Fine then,' he muttered, "I'll stop it with the chick thing."

"Good." Ichigo went through the menu, this time looking for something he actually wanted.

The blunet sulked for a moment, looking like a cat that had been denied its tuna. "...but you're practically the chick anyway since you're the one that gets fucked..." he mumbled in a voice that was barely audible.

"Hmm? What did you say?" Ichigo heard noises spilling forth from Grimmjow's sexy lips, but he didn't quite catch what the artist had said.

"Nothing." Grimmjow straightened up, only to lean on the table with his elbows. He stared at the waitress. "I'll have the steak." He hadn't even looked at the menu.

"Yup~ How would you like your steak and what sides do you want?"

"I'll have roast vegetables for the side and I want my steak rare. Bleeding rare."

"Yup~" The waitress scribbled down the order swiftly and then turned to Ichigo. "And what would you like?"

Ichigo lingered on the menu for a moment longer before finally deciding. "I'll have the chicken parmigiana with a side of salad."

"Yup~" the waitress looked at both of them. "Any drinks?"

"Water."

"Beer."

"Yup~" The waitress scribbled down those orders as well and, with a final smile, walked off.

"That was freaky," Grimmjow put on a mock horrified expression and faked a shudder. "She didn't stop smiling the whole time..."

"That's good customer service. You need to be like that if you want good tips. Of course, you wouldn't know that 'Mr. I-became-famous-for-my-artist-ability-in-high school-and-became-a-prodigy."

"Look it at this way, since I'm that awesome, if you fail med-school you can become my housewife and never have to work for money again. Gah!" Once again, the blunet was kicked on his shin under the table. His mouth got him into a lot of trouble sometimes. "What the fuck?"

"Don't jinx it!" Ichigo scowled, preparing for one more kick, but the waitress arrived with their food before he could deliver another blow.

"Here you go~" She set their food and drinks down in front of them and Ichigo gave her a small thanks.

He (replaced Ichigo. Reduce repetition) glanced at Grimmjow's meal and scowled. "It's bleeding..."

"That's how it's meant to be." Grimmjow cut into the hunk of meat with his knife and a trickle of blood flowed from the meat.

"I know, but still...it looks like it's still alive and breathing."

To rub things in even more, Grimmjow stabbed his perfectly cooked steak with his knife. "Oh, I think I just heard a moo." He cut through the fine slice of meat and popped it into his mouth, groaning happily at the taste. He winked at the redhead.

Ichigo winced. "Animal."

"But you love me."

Ichigo blushed madly at the declaration. Even after all they've done, those three words could still get him blushing like a nun in a brothel. Concentrating on his food, he averted his eyes and looked down. A smile tugged at his lips. "Unfortunately..."

"Oi!" Grimmjow scowled and took another bite of his food, this time in a more violent and sulking manner.

The smaller male smiled tenderly, Grimmjow scowling was so fucking adorable. Not that he would ever tell the blunet. "I was just kidding."

"Still," insecurity flashed through amazing teal eyes before they hardened. "Don't jinx it man."

"Geez, I've been with you since forever! What makes you think I'll suddenly disappear now that we're dating?"

"I got no fucking clue..." Grimmjow took a deep drink of his beer. "Leave me alone I haven't been in a proper relationship okay?"

"We're in the same boat then." Ichigo took a bite of his chicken. "If we do brea-"

"Don't. Say. It."

"I'm just saying! IF! What would you do?"

Grimmjow looked somewhat sheepish... as well as guilty. "You really wanna know?"

"Yes."

The blunet dabbed the corner of his mouth with a napkin in a refined matter. "You sure?"

"Yes!"

"Okay then... Well, SHOULD you EVER dump me... I'd keep you against your will as my sex slave in the basement. Make you call me master."

Ichigo almost spluttered out the water he was drinking. "W-what the hell? Grimmjow! Are you friggin' serious? We don't even have a basement!"

Mischief shimmered within the blunet's eyes. "Yet. We don't have a basement yet. I'm filthy rich, remember? I'd buy a house in a secluded area with a huge basement where no one can hear you scream. Then we can have sex whenever I want."

"..."

Grimmjow paused his disturbing rant. "What? I'm only going to keep you against your will for a little while."

"Wah? And that's meant to make it all better?"

Grimmjow shrugged. "After a while Stockholm syndrome will kick in and you'll be my willing sex slave. I won't have to keep you locked up anymore... unless it's for fun." The artist waggled his eyebrows, "Pose in a sexy wanton position while I paint you naked and bound by chains. Ah... the sexy contrast of sliver metal against your tan skin and orange hair..."

A dark and dreary expression shadowed Ichigo's face. He clutched at his chest. "Okay... I'm scared now... you've thought this through way too much."

"What? You asked me."

"I didn't think it involved any dark S and M crap. I didn't know you were into that stuff."

"I'm not. You just bring it out in me."

"Gah! Remind me never to dump you. My boyfriend has a sex torture chamber in his brain where common sense and morals are meant to be... that's disturbing..."

Grimmjow just grinned and took a triumphant bite of his steak. "But you love me."

Once again the redhead turned a bright red. He scowled. "Dickhead."

"What movie do you want to se- what the fuck is that?" Grimmjow stared crossed eyed that the small red ball stuck to a fork in front of him.

"It's a cherry tomato." Ichigo held the fork up close to the blunet's lips.

"I know what it is, what's it doing in front of my face?"

"Eat it."

"Fuck off. Why?"

Ichigo sighed; it was so childish of the blunet. "Because it's good for you."

"One little red ball ain't gonna do shit."

"I really wish you'd eat more healthy things."

"I do, I eat steak."

"That doesn't count," He waved the pierced veggie a little. "Eat it for me if nothing else."

Grimmjow glared at the red ball for a moment longer before taking it into his mouth. His face cringed as he slowly, painfully chewed the vile vegetable. After what seemed like eons he managed to swallow it and then proceeded to drown down a shit load of beer and steak. "Urgh... never again..."

"You're such a finicky eater." Ichigo scowled and ate his cherry tomato with no problem at all. Then he stuck his tongue out triumphantly in a mocking manner.

"Watch it Strawberry, if you keep poking your tongue out like that we might have to skip the date and head straight home." threatened the blunet in a husky voice, his piercing eyes staring intently at the pink appendage.

Ichigo swallowed nervously, a shiver of pleasure ran down his spine at the sensual threat. "Pe-pervert..." he grumbled but his face was flushed and his eyes darted to the floor. Images from the night they slept together flashed through his mind and he couldn't help but get excited with what was to come afterwards. Their lips touching, bare flesh against bare flesh, the slick movements. The front of his pants became slightly tight and he realized that he was thinking dirty in public... in front of Grimmjow... surrounded by a lot of people... "Urgh..." Ichigo set his eating utensils down and rested his forehead on his palm, elbow on the table. "Y-ou..." he growled.

"Me what?" asked Grimmjow, but the shit eating grin on his face was enough to let the redhead know that the older male definitelyknew what he was thinking about.

"I'm just as bad as you now," snarled the redhead as he glared at his lover, but the blush that was still on his face took away from the threatening expression. At the moment Grimmjow just thought he looked really adorable... and fuckable.

"What can I say? I easily rub off on people." Grimmjow shrugged nonchalantly with a smug look on his face. Which of course turned to a glare when a cherry tomato was thrown at him. The red ball bounced off his cheek and onto the floor. "Really? You're a med student, you know that right? So mature" his voice was bleeding, dripping and oozing blatant sarcasm.

"What can I say? You bring out the worst in me."

The blunet crossed his arms and sulked. "Twat," he muttered.

Ichigo just laughed.

"I'm so full," groaned Ichigo as he rubbed his stomach. He looked at Grimmjow with a pleasant smile. "Where off to next?"

"You girl, couldn't even finish your chicken. Movies next."

"... Still trying to pick a fight I see."

"Of course!" the blunet grinned. It was when he grinned like that that he looked like he did back in high school. A carefree expression that didn't worry 'bout tomorrow, but instead lived day by day. The only thing missing was a bandage or two that was usually stuck on his face due to a recent fight.

"You're lucky I love you."

"Lies. If you really loved me then I would be getting laid every nigh- Ouch!" Grimmjow clutched his shoulder, tears gathering up in the corners of his eyes in pain (he wasn't going to cry though. He wasn't a pussy) "Motherfucker! It was a joke!" He glared at the redhead menacingly. Ichigo had just punched him, really, really hard.

"Serves you right. Must you always think about sex?" Ichigo sulked in his masculine way and refused to look Grimmjow in the eye. He was ignoring the large male, in a joking manner of course. An arm wrapped around his shoulders and Grimmjow pulled him closer. "You know I love you." Grimmjow whispered into his ear and Ichigo felt his heart throb and swell with love and affection. Friggin swell! Like in the movies or books! He was about to say something back but a sharp pain flashed through him. "Ah!" Grimmjow had nipped him on the ear. It didn't break skin but it was enough to send a sharp stab of pain that wasn't all too bad. Ichigo blushed and then paled... was he becoming a masochist? "G-Grimmjow!"

The artist cackled. "Pay back's a bitch, motherfucker!" of course his filthy words earned him an elbow to his ribcage. By the end of this date Grimmjow would end up looking like a battered lover. Ah well, it was totally worth it.

Ichigo smiled and grasped onto the blunet's hand once again, and together they headed off to the nearest cinema. The feeling of contentment, the warmth it brought and the way it eased one's mind. As if the world was once again spinning and working as it should. Love... it's rather sweet isn't it?

"I swear to god Ichi, if you choose a chick flick then I'm outta here."

Grimmjow and Ichigo were currently looking at the movie options. The redhead was munching on a ridiculously huge serving of popcorn while the blunet was noisily sucking on the straw of his equally large drink.

"Screw you," said Ichigo absentmindedly as he munched through his popcorn. "Action, drama or horror?"

"Actions are so gay now. They assume putting a hot babe with huge tits and a bunch of explosions compensates for the lack of plot."

"So, not action. Then... drama?"

"What are we? Women pmsing? We gonna watch the movie with our fifty cats?"

"Oi! That's offensive!" Ichigo threw a piece of popcorn at the blunet. Grimmjow ignored it as it bounced off his cheek and onto the floor. "Fine! Horror it is then!" Ichigo scowled, "Karin would kill you if she heard you say that... Yuzu would never cook for you again either."

Grimmjow paled at the thought of never being able to eat Yuzu's wonderful cooking. "Heh... damn you're right. Er... horror it is then!" The artist walked up to the counter. "Two tickets for 'The manor of Lady Caroline '." He pulled out his wallet to take out the cash.

Ichigo scowled and pull out his wallet too. "I'll pay," he insisted, "You paid for dinner."

"You wish I'd let you pay." the artist shoved the redhead away and swiftly handed the money to the worker at the ticket booth. She handed him his change and tickets, but Grimmjow only took the tickets. Spare change was annoying anyway; all that jingling grated on his nerves.

"I'm. Not. A girl." Ichigo bit out in frustration, but the blush was evident on his face.

Seeing that he had somewhat hurt Ichigo's pride, Grimmjow frowned a bit before sighing. "I wasn't thinking that, I swear. You're a med student at the moment, remember? Money's tight."

"It's not that bad. You pay me more than enough to take care of the house."

Grimmjow shrugged. "You pay next time then."

That seemed to fix things and once again his redhead lover was smiling. "Better keep your word."

"Yup! Or hope to die, stick a needle in my eye and all that shit," the blunet grinned brightly. He was sure that Ichigo didn't notice he had crossed his fingers behind his back.

The two males walked towards the cinema room where they handed their tickets to the clerk, who ripped it in half and gave them the stub. When they entered the cinema there were very few people and many of the seats were empty. The males shuffled along till they sat down in the middle row in the centre of the room. "Oi, Ichi," asked Grimmjow, who took some popcorn and ate it. "What movie are we watching?"

"... The manor of Lady Caroline?"

"Tch. I know that, I meant what's the movie about?"

"You really should check out what the movie is about before deciding to watch it." Ichigo let out an exasperated sigh. "It's about this girl who goes to a party in a manor with her group of friends and then all hell breaks loose I guess."

"So "haunted mansion" cliché?"

"Pretty much." Ichigo returned his attention to the movie screen and ate his popcorn. He didn't notice the flash of fear that flashed through the blunet's eyes.

"Ah... Ichi..." Grimmjow's grip on the armrests tightened.

"Hmn?"

"N-nothing..."

Ichigo, who was into the movie, didn't notice how strangled the artist sounded. "Mkay then."

The hallway was dark, lit only with the light of the full moon that shone a bloody red. A child walked into view, covered in blood. Her pure white, frilly dress torn and bloodied, her innocent expression marred by big, vacant eyes that had seen too many horrors whilst still alive. She wasn't anymore. Long blonde curls stayed perfectly in place as she walked closer to the protagonist without making a sound. She dragged along a Victorian doll by the leg. The toy was broken, shattered and dirty beyond belief. The child stuck out her hand, blood red lips opening and shutting. No noise came out till a full second later.

"Will you play with me forever?" her voice, innocent and soft, rang out with a menacing aura that rattled the chandelier and windows.

Ichigo snorted at how predictable the movie was. Of course there was going to be a ghost of a child running around the hallways. What was next? A tall, dark and handsome male would save the female protagonist and it turns out that he used to be the big brother of the dead girl? Just as Ichigo thought this, a male wearing leather ran into the scene and quickly saved the heroine. Ichigo rolled his eyes and turned around to look at his boyfriend. "Pft. How typical… Grimm?"

His lover wasn't looking too well. His face was pale and his eyes were wide in absolute terror. His knuckles were paper white from gripping onto the armrest and his breathing was laboured.

"Grimm?" Alarmed, Ichigo jumped from his seat and grabbed onto Grimmjow. The popcorn flew everywhere and the rest of the audience was suddenly alarmed. "Oi! Grimmjow!" Ichigo shook the blunet, not caring if strangers were staring at them. "Grimmjow!"

Ichigo was laughing. Really hard. His stomach hurt from laughing so much and tears almost ran down his face. In fact, he was laughing so hard he was holding onto the nearby wall to support himself.

"Fuck you," grumbled Grimmjow, his arms crossed as he sulked bitterly nearby.

"BUWAHAHAHA yo-you were th-that scared because of a movie?" Ichigo was on his knees now. Strangers that walked by looked at him for a bit while shaking their heads, before moving on.

"Shuddup!" growled the blunet, a blush rapidly appearing on his face and contrasting with the blue of his hair.

"Be-because of a movie!"

"Fucking shut up, damn you!"

15 minutes later Ichigo had finally calmed down (he still giggled every now and then) and the two males were on their way home.

"Hah... What was it that scared you so much?" asked the redhead.

"That freaky little girl! What else?"

"You can watch slasher and gore movies that would make even my medical professors cringe, but you can't watch a movie with an innocent little girl? It's just a movie!"

"Did you not see that little girl? It's freaky man, speaking in that creepy voice, wearing those old as shit clothes." Grimmjow shuddered, "It's fucking disturbing."

Ichigo laughed and looked at his lover with a soft expression, "That's cute you know? Being scared of something like that."

"Trust me, you spend a weekend at your aunts who collects shit like that, then you'd be terrified as well."

Ichigo shrugged. "Yuzu has some. She makes clothes for them too."

"Yuzu has some. My aunt had many. Can you imagine being locked up in a room full of scary looking dolls that don't blink?" The blunet shuddered once more dramatically.

"Why were you locked in the doll room in the first place?"

The artist's face blanked out like a white canvas as he thought. "I got no fucking clue..."

Ichigo began laughing once again.

"Thanks for the date Grimmjow, it was great. But next time, I get to pay, okay?"

"Pft. Sure~" The blunet smirked triumphantly. At the moment he was standing really close to his strawberry, the two were in front of the apartment. Both eager and excited for what was about to happen.

"So we finished our cliché date, what now?" Ichigo was leaning against the door frame. Standing there patiently, his heart was thundering and his palms felt sweaty. This really felt like a first date. The end of the date was always followed with a kiss. Always. He looked up with a knowing smile that was adorably crooked.

Following the cliché, Grimmjow braced his arm above Ichigo's head and leaned in closer. They were already close before but now their chests were almost touching. He looked into Ichigo's chestnut eyes and smirked his player smirk. It was the smirk that had always gotten women hot and heady and judging by Ichigo's expression it was working on him too.

Ichigo took in a gulp of air, stared into royal-sapphire eyes and felt his breath hitch. He felt as if he was being swallowed into those sexy depths, his very being consumed by the raw sexual prowess that oozed from the artist, and he felt as if he was being swept into a wave of desire. Actually... at the moment he felt as if he was a chick in those romance books (like the ones published by Mills and Boons)... how sad was that? Okay, now he just wanted to throw up at the cheesiness of his own thoughts. His hands pressed against Grimmjow's chest and he pushed slightly. "Gr-Grimmjow."

Seeing such an innocent reaction, Grimmjow couldn't help himself. He leaned down and stole a kiss.

"Mphnf!" Ichigo's eyes went wide when Grimmjow plunged his tongue into his mouth, the appendage pleasantly forceful as he explored every nook and cranny. Grimmjow's unique taste flooded his mouth and Ichigo moaned into the heated kiss.

The sweet noises that came from the redhead made his blood boil and Grimmjow deepened the kiss. One hand grasped onto Ichigo's waist and pulled him closer, till their hips bumped against one another. The other hand pulled on orange hair near the nape of the redhead's neck, and Grimmjow tilted Ichigo's head deeper into the kiss. Eventually they had to break away from the kiss for more air (how annoying), but lips met together again and again and again. Tongues came together in a sensual dance and they fought each other for dominance. Of course, it was always Grimmjow that won (him having more experience and all).

Ichigo broke away from their lip-lock, panting furiously. "Grimm," he gasped. It came out almost like a light whine.

Grimmjow allowed Ichigo to breathe his much needed air and instead began to trail hot nips and kisses down the med student's neck. He suckled here and there, his intention being to mark Ichigo with enough hickeys to last him a life time, enough to make sure that other males understood that he was definitely taken. It was primitive and possessive, but still, it got the message through.

"Grimmjow! P-people can see us," Ichigo felt light headed and it was so hard to think. All he could feel was Grimmjow's mouth all over him and coherent thoughts were so hard to even fathom. Ichigo tangled his hands through teal hair, playing and tugging at the tresses. "Ha… hahn..."

Grimmjow stopped his ministrations but still kept his mouth near deliciously soft skin. "So? We can give them a show."

"Ba-stard!" Fuck! Why was it so hard to remain standing up? His knees were failing on him and Grimmjow was being so cocky now! He didn't even have the strength to punch the blunet.

"Tch, Fine." Reluctantly, Grimmjow stopped altogether and rustled in his pockets for the apartment keys. He found them in no time and unlocked the door. They both stumbled over the threshold, careful not to trip over the furniture or Pantera.

"Door, Door, Door!" yelled Ichigo in between kisses. Rolling his eyes at the redhead's practicality, Grimmjow slammed the door shut with his foot. Leaving a trail of clothing, the two lovers headed to the bedroom. Slamming the doors open and not bothering to close it, Grimmjow tossed his beloved redhead onto the bed.

"Oof!" Ichigo landed on the bed softly, and before he could prop himself up, Grimmjow was on top of him. Grimmjow began to kiss down Ichigo's torso and all the redhead could do was gaze up at the ceiling as he was blinded by soft pleasures. The nips that ranged from harsh to gentle had him moaning softly and he gripped the sheets to restrain himself. Out of nowhere, Grimmjow stopped. "Wah? Grimm?" pleaded Ichigo in a breathy voice. Why'd he stop?

The artist crawled up till he was face to face with his lover. "Do you trust me?"

Ichigo scowled. "Stupid question." He got off of the sheets, wrapped his arms around Grimmjow's neck and pulled the larger male into another kiss. They were kissing a lot tonight, probably to make up for all the lost opportunities in the past.

When they finished, Grimmjow stared straight into melted chocolate eyes and smirked. "Can we try something?"

There was heavy pause.

"...What did you have in mind?"

Grimmjow could see the uncertainty that flashed through Ichigo's eyes, but he could also see the love and sexual frustration. He bent down and began to nibble the redhead's neck again. "Light bondage?"

"Ngh… I… I don't know," groaned the med-student. Grimmjow, being the cheeky bastard that he was, began to fondle and caress Ichigo's aching erection.

"No pain, promise." His touches became light and teasing and soon enough Ichigo had to give in.

"Fine!"

Looking as he had just gotten the cake and eaten it too, Grimmjow rummaged through the bedside drawers. He pulled out strips of teal silk. "Hand," he said, and cautiously Ichigo gave the artist his hands.

"If you hurt m-"

"I won't." Grimmjow took the slender, yet masculine hands into his and began to tie them together, gently but firmly.

"If you screw me ove-"

"I won't." He leaned in and kissed the redhead's temple, then his forehead. "I love you."

Ichigo blushed madly and turned away. "Tch! Stop saying such corny crap! If you leave me hanging I'll ki-"

"Kill me. Sure." the blunet smiled and kissed Ichigo's eyelids before covering them with another strip of teal silk.

"Wh... what's with the blindfold?" asked Ichigo, his voice soft and shaky. His hard on was currently very obvious and Grimmjow wasn't doing anything to relive him, and now that his hands were tied he couldn't do anything either.

"You should know, you're a med student." Grimmjow nipped at Ichigo's ear and gave it a long, slow lick. "What happens when you lose one of your five senses?"

Ichigo shivered and gasped at the sensation. God this was such a turn on. "E-every other sense is heightened." he received another heated lick as a reward.

"Bingo." Despite Ichigo being unable to see such a drop dead gorgeous look, Grimmjow smiled. He guided the redhead till he was on his back, and used another strip of silk to tie him to the head of the bed.

It was pitch black. He couldn't even see the shadows of anything, it was that dark. Ichigo tried to think about ANYTHING but his raging hard on, but it was so hard not to. The ache was so noticeable and he wanted his release, damnit! His thoughts were briefly interrupted when Grimmjow's pleasant weight left him and the sound of rummaging was heard. Ichigo was curious to find out what it was, but somewhat weary of what the answer would be if he asked.

Finding what he needed, Grimmjow let out a triumphant 'ah ha!' Man... he had been looking forward for this for a long time indeed. He stared at the one person he loved most in the world, who, at the moment, was blindfolded, bound and bare for all eyes to see. He had turned on the lamp and the low lighting made Ichigo's skin gleam a soft orange, and set his hair ablaze with a vibrancy of sunset oranges and warm bronzes. Grimmjow felt his breath hitch and he could feel the love rising from his chest, but he kept it in check. Sexy, fun stuff now, lovey dovey crap later. The artist poured the blue liquid onto the wooden palette and dipped a clean paintbrush in it.

"Uwah!" Ichigo bucked as a cold substance touched his heated skin very close to his nipples. The coolness rapidly began to heat up and tingle pleasantly. "Nghn! G-Grimmjow what the fu- Ahn!" He bucked again as the cold liquid touched another spot, this time closer to his sternum. "Grimm," he said in a pleading whimper, "What is it?"

Grimmjow smirked. "Raicheru's chocolate flavored, teal colored, edible body paint and lubricant." He held up the bottle, though it didn't do any good as Ichigo couldn't see it. Another idea popped up in his mind and he brushed the paint over Ichigo's lips, starting from his chin, and delved it into the redhead's wanton mouth, allowing him to taste the chocolaty goodness. Ichigo did love chocolate after all, and who was Grimmjow to deny him that?

"Mnpf! W- where would you get something like that?" Ichigo tried to say it in a scolding manner, but instead his words came out in breathless pants.

"Ah... Urahara's Happy Land? I got it when you were at med-school. Now shut up and let me paint you in blue."

"Grimm!" Ichigo began to squirm, the pleasure building up, it was too much and yet not enough!

Grimmjow settled onto Ichigo's thighs to keep the redhead still as he began his work of art. He began at a pink nipple, soft gentle strokes over the peaked nub, which he teased with the bristles of his paintbrush. If possible, the nipple hardened even more, which was a cue for him to move onto the next one. Grimmjow was in his artist mode, marveling at how fluid his brush glided over taut, smooth skin that was just so fucking perfect. After having his fun with Ichigo's adorable pink nipples (they were now blue), he moved down and began to paint using larger strokes. These strokes were harder, more swift and (removed and) aggressive. The blunet grinned when he realized how dirty he sounded.

"Ha Ha Ngh! Ah!...ah!... Ahn" Ichigo couldn't stop his quivering. The mix of hot and cold had his skin tingling and the pleasure shot all the way to his groin. He tried to buck his hips but Grimmjow kept him securely in place. "What are you painting?"

"Cock and balls," came the blunt reply, and Grimmjow laughed when Ichigo frowned cutely. "I'm kidding, you'll see later." He continued his artwork. This time, his brush strokes were more delicate; adding the finer touches to the picture. He could feel the tiny tremors that ran through Ichigo's body, could see the muscles twitch as he ran over them with the brush. He traveled down lower and lower till he got to Ichigo's erection that was stiff and a shade of heavy pink. White fluid dribbled out of the mushroom tip and ran down the side of the rigid length, before falling upon a patch of soft, orange curls.

"Grimmjow..." said Ichigo pleadingly, he was close to begging, but he wouldn't. Yet.

"Hmn?" Grimmjow traced the length with his brush, swirling the paint around the member and playing with the tiny hole at the tip. He moved the brush back and forth against the hole and more cum dribbled out.

Ichigo's struggles became more prominent and his cries more desperate. "Grimmjow! Please!"

"Tsk, tsk Ichi. So slutty. Your cum is making the paint lighter. It's a nice sky blue now." The artist laughed affectionately.

"B-bastard! Pervert!"

"Those aren't the words you're meant to use when you're referring to the person that has control of whether you come or not." Grimmjow poured a decent amount of the paint onto Ichigo's entrance, waiting a moment for the liquid to warm up, before teasing the puckered hole with his paintbrush.

"Wah!" Ichigo cried out, his mind blanking out for a second when Grimmjow pushed the brush inside him. Handle first. "Grimm! D-don't stick strange things in there!"

"But your hole is sucking it in so well." Grimmjow moved the handle, looking for the spot that would have the strawberry begging. His other hand moved to Ichigo's dick, which he began to stroke leisurely. It was then that Grimmjow noticed his own stiff cock. He'd deal with it later. For now he would place Ichigo's need before his own. Plus, it was fun toying with the med student. So worth the constant ache that he was currently feeling.

"Uwah! Grimm! Nghn!" Ichigo whimpered. He was gasping and moaning like crazy. Saliva dribbled down his chin as he was blinded by the double stimulation of the paintbrush rubbing his prostate and the hand jerking him off. Of course, with him being blindfolded everything was intensified and all the sensations were mind blowing. He wanted to come so bad, but every time he was close the blunet would suddenly stop, allowing him to calm down somewhat before starting again. "Grimm...jow...nghn..."

"You know what to do." Grimmjow licked his lips at the sexy image before him. Ichigo was sexy before, but now he was absolutely ravishing. His skin was tinged pink and covered in a fine sheen of sweat. His breathing was erratic, making the image that had been painted on his torso and well defined abs look as if it were alive. Saliva had dripped from his lips, the sexual frustration stripping away at his self control. The redhead that was currently underneath the blunet was a sex hungry male that was ripe for the fucking. After he begged, of course.

"Please... let me come… please?" If Ichigo wasn't wearing a blindfold, then Grimmjow would've seen tears of frustration pool within chestnut colored eyes. Instead, they were soaked up by the teal silk.

"Not good enough." Grimmjow stopped what he was doing altogether.

Ichigo whimpered. His pride was being thrown out the fucking window, but at the moment he couldn't care less. "Please… Grimmjow... let me come? I want to come… please?...I...I need it..."

Grimmjow began his touches once again but it wasn't enough to give the redhead what he desired. "Are you a slut? Are you a wanton whore?"

"Grimmjow!" Ichigo, even during such indecent acts, still managed to blush at the dirty talk. But god did it turn him on.

"Come on." The touches slowed down again.

"Nghyah! F-fine... I'm a slut, a wanton whore, so please? Please let me come? I need it... this... this slutty whore needs it." Hearing such words come out of his own mouth made Ichigo blush even darker.

"Good boy," and with that, Grimmjow's slow pace picked up and the caresses to his prostate via the paintbrush sped up as well. Soon enough Ichigo was bucking frantically, his moans and heavy breathing filled the room.

Ichigo felt the sparks of pleasure run up and down his spine, spreading throughout his body and coming in wave after wave. He could feel his stomach tighten and his toes curl. "Ungh… Gr-Grim I'm gonna… ...Uwah! Ha!" Ichigo came without finishing his sentence. The coil of pleasure and pressure tightening up till it couldn't tighten any more, and he came. Spilling his seed over Grimmjow's hand and screaming out his release. Ichigo fell back limply onto the bed, panting in an effort to regain his breath and riding out the pleasure that was cloud nine.

"Beautiful..."

The weight on his thighs that was Grimmjow left again and the sound of rummaging was once again heard. What now?

Click. Flash

Click. Flash

Click. Flash

Ichigo's blank mind finally registered what that clicking noise was. It was a camera! "Grimmjow... no!" Ichigo struggled, or at least he tried to. His limbs felt like jelly.

"Don't worry, Ichi of mine. It's just for us. Plus, you have the blind fold on. It's not like anyone would recognize you. Besides... I'd kill anyone who lays their eyes on these pictures."

Click. Flash

Click. Flash

Click. Flash

Taking the last photo from the Polaroid camera, Grimmjow set the batch of photos and the camera onto the bedside table. He straddled Ichigo's torso and slipped his hand between the redhead's temple and the blindfold. He pulled it off and fell in love all over again. Ichigo's eyes were so warm and kind. Wet and glazed over, they gazed at him with love and blind trust. They shone. Grimmjow caressed Ichigo's soft, supple cheeks for a bit before freeing Ichigo's hands. "I fucking love you." He smiled his soft, gentle smile that belonged only to the redhead.

"Mhn... I love you too." Ichigo smiled. "Ahn!" Ichigo gasped when the paintbrush was pulled out of him, only to be rapidly replaced with the blunet's dick. "Grimmjow!" on reflex he grasped onto the artist's shoulder and buried his face into the crook of Grimmjow's neck.

"My turn~" Grimmjow began a steady pace as he entered and withdrew from the redhead. It felt so god damn good. His member being wrapped and massaged in a tight, velvet heat that seemed to want to milk him dry. He began to pant, sweat dripping from his forehead and down to his chin. He bent down lower to take a stiff nipple into his mouth and began to suckle. The taste of chocolate flooded his mouth and he got back up to kiss Ichigo. Together they shared the fine taste of chocolate. Earlier Grimmjow had been slow, savoring every moment and every tiny thing that was Ichigo. But now, this was just harsh paced, passionate sex.

"Ah! Hah! Ah! Ah!" Ichigo was crying out at every thrust. Holding onto the blunet to keep his grip, he gasped out his pleasure. Grimmjow was pounding into him like no tomorrow, as if to brand him from the inside out. The artist broke free form their wet kiss and began to nibble in certain areas. Most of the time he settled near the nape of Ichigo's neck. By now the pace was so fast, Ichigo had grabbed onto teal hair to get a better grip. The feeling of having his hair pulled sent a tingle of pain down Grimmjow's spine and heightened his pleasure. As if he wasn't in euphoria already. Pft.

He didn't know how they did it, but mid way through their hands met (only one hand of course. The other was still needed to support themselves). By now, Ichigo's hips eagerly met Grimmjow's at every thrust, his legs wrapped tight around the artist's tapered waist. The redhead could feel his lover tensing up and knew what was soon to happen.

"Grimmjow, Grimmjow, Grimmjowww." Ichigo couldn't help but cry out the blunet's name, the friction of their love making him hard again. If he didn't know better, Ichigo could've sworn their hearts were beating in sync.

"Together," panted the blunet, his thrusts becoming erratic and uneven. The grip on each other's hands tightened and all words were lost as they focused on the sensations and rapture that was within the other. The room was filled with heavy panting, the sound of slick flesh against slick flesh. Soon they both tensed up and came, spilling their seed. Grimmjow emptied himself within his lover while Ichigo came upon their bellies.

Ichigo could feel Grimmjow's essence within him. After orgasm Grimmjow had simply fallen on top of the redhead, spent and sated. Their hearts continued to pound, their hands still connected. Ichigo nuzzled Grimmjow's teal hair, which was now messy and untamed, no longer being held up by gel. Ichigo breathed in the gentle scent of mint and something else that was purely Grimmjow, and smiled. Ah... this was love. This contentment, and the feeling of being warm and fuzzy inside. As if they were the only people in the world and nothing else mattered other than each other. "I love you."

Grimmjow nuzzled Ichigo's collarbone. "I love you more."

Ichigo chuckled. "As if."

There was a moment of silence.

"If you left me... I'd be fucking crushed... but I'd let you go. As long as you were happy. As long as you're happy, I don't give a fuck about me."

"Is this about the conversation at the restaurant?"

"Yer."

The med student scoffed and rolled his eyes. He began to play with Grimmjow's hair, his fingers combing through the soft locks. "You don't have to ever worry about that, silly idiot."

"...jackass."

Ichigo's eye twitched. "...back to picking fights again, I see."

"Pft! Of course!" Grimmjow crawled up to kiss the tip of Ichigo's nose, before moving back to his side of the bed. He pulled his strawberry close, chest pressed against Ichigo's back. The artist yawned. "Why is sex with you always so friggin tiring?"

"It's either I'm just that good, or you're getting old." Ichigo laughed, then gasped when Grimmjow nipped at his ear in reprimand. "I was kidding!"

"Don't joke 'bout getting old and wrinkly. Fucking gross." Grimmjow yawned again, his eyes fluttered closed. "Now sleep."

"Or else?"

"We could always have more sex? I'm always up for that."

Ichigo could feel the artist smiling against his shoulder. "Ah... good night then! See you in the morning"

"Pft..."

Grimmjow woke up to the sun shinning on his face and he groaned. Fucking sun! He wanted to sleep more! Then the memories of last night came back to him, and the artist couldn't help the goofy smile that spread across his face. He had soooo gotten laid last night. He had made love to the love of his life and he couldn't be happier. The bundle in his arms began to move. Ichigo was awake. Another flush of love coursed through the blunet's system and he couldn't help but think how great it was to be in love. It was like living on a constant high.

"... I can't believe we did that last night."

"Right? It was fucking awesome. Can we role play next time?"

Ichigo groaned and refused to meet his lover's eyes. "It's too early in the morning for this."

The artist laughed loudly and Ichigo chuckled softly mid way. He then remembered something and, without speaking, he climbed over the artist and reached for one of the Polaroid photographs, curious to see what Grimmjow had painted on him the night before. It... it was harder to look at the photo than he had thought. The redhead was having great difficulty looking at himself... naked...bound and... sexed up... Plucking up his courage, Ichigo opened his eyes wide and stared at the photo. When he actually saw it, he couldn't help but smile and shake his head. Of course Grimmjow would paint a panther.

The creature painted in blue was sprawled across his torso and abs. The teal colors matched the blindfold and the fabric that bound his hands and contrasted nicely against the orange of his hair. The animal was crouched in an aggressive manner. It took up a large expanse of his skin in a possessive way, but even without an artist's eyes, Ichigo could see the protectiveness that the majestic beast symbolized. The love... Once again Ichigo mentally threw up at his own cheesy thoughts. He set the photo back in it's original position. "...Everything was so cliché..."

"That's why it was a success!" Grimmjow smirked. His teal hair was free and wild, no longer kept bound by the gel that usually held it in place. It currently fell over his face in a messy fringe. Ichigo couldn't help but think how sexy it was. Mentally he drooled at such a delicious sight.

"It was cliché! Like in the movies! The Italian restaurant, the horror movie, the... the… kinky sex and... d-dirty talk." Ichigo began to blush as he described more of last night's events.

Grimmjow couldn't help but think how cute he was. Now to make Ichigo look even cuter. "You know what cliché we still have to do?"

"Oh? What?"

"Morning shower sex."

"... Dickhead! Bastard! Horndog!" Ichigo began to punch the blunet, not caring that the two were butt naked. Grimmjow laughed his ass off as he blocked his strawberry's attack with a pillow. 30 minutes later, they did indeed have morning after shower sex.

It was a lazy afternoon. Grimmjow was shirtless once again, only wearing his jeans. He was sitting on the floor, cross legged, dragging a length of wool as Pantera clawed at the yarn in a playful manner. The artist had just finished another painting and was now relaxing. Ichigo was bustling around the house looking for dirty clothing to wash, and clean clothes to fold. Grimmjow began to think about how wonderful life was at the moment. He was living with the person he had loved since high school, he was filthy rich and he was regularly getting laid. Okay, he used to get laid regularly before finally getting Ichigo, but it was a thousand times better when it was with someone you loved. Next step was to get married! Ichigo was already practically his wife anyway, so he might as well make it legal. Now... which country allowed gay marriage...? Ah, damn, now he was fantasizing. Sometimes he wished he had a nine till five job, where he would leave in the morning and come home tried from work... only to find Ichigo cooking in nothing but an apron. Maybe Ichigo would be up for some role play? Ah... Ichigo in a maid's costume was good t- "Fuck!" Grimmjow drew back his hand and glared at the cat that had just scratched him. "What the fuck?" he growled viciously.

"Stop bullying Pantera!" yelled Ichigo from somewhere down the hall.

"He started it," muttered Grimmjow under his breath, before he got up and walked to the fridge. He pulled out a cartoon of milk and was about to drink straight from the package, but Ichigo's 'pour it into a fucking cup or else' lecture stopped him from doing so. Muttering under his breath about how whipped he was, Grimmjow took a cup from the cabinet and poured himself a glass of milk.

"Grimmjow? Where do you want me to put your clothes?" usually Ichigo placed it on the blunet's bed and the artist would put it away later. However, since the bed was still dirty from Iast night's activity (Ichigo was going to clean that next), the redhead decided to put away Grimmjow's clothes by himself.

"In the wardrobe, where else?"

Something tugged at the hem of his jeans and Grimmjow looked down to see Pantera giving him wide eyes. He most likely wanted some milk. Grimmjow glared at the feline. "Are you fucking kidding me? You scratch me and then expect me to give you some of my milk?"

Pantera's eyes, if possible, got bigger and looked even more doe-eyed.

….

….

…

"Fine! I'll give you your god damned milk!" Grimmjow poured some of the milk onto a shallow bowl and placed it where Pantera's food and water usually was. The blunet sat down on the floor and watched the cat drink the milk. He reached over and began to scratch its ears. "He spoils you, you know that?" Grimmjow was referring to Ichigo.

Pantera didn't listen to him and continued to drink the creamy milk.

"He's mine so back the fuck off!" Really now, what the hell was he doing? Arguing with a cat? Tch, how low the mighty have fallen.

Pantera, as if realizing what Grimmjow had said, took a swipe at the blunet with it's claw.

"Ouch!" Grimmjow drew his hand back and waved it in the air frantically to ease the stinging pain. "Fine then! We'll do it this way. I get 99.9 percent of him and you can have the .01 percent."

The white cat glared at him. It fucking GLARED at him! The nerve…

"Tch!... 90 for me 10 for you?"

The glared continued.

"... I get 85? Fuck!" The cat had taken a swipe at him again.

"... 80?"

It was only then that the cat ceased its hateful glare and continued to consume its creamy beverage. Grimmjow resumed petting its ears. "Maybe you aren't so bad after all... freeloader." Grinning, Grimmjow took one of Pantera's paws and shook it. "So it's a deal." Ha! He got the higher percentage! Fuck yeah! Okay, this was going too far. He really needed a life... either that or he really had to stop talking to cats like a crazy person. Hang on a sec, talking to cats didn't make you crazy. Ichigo talked to Pantera all the time. Speaking of which, where was the strawberry? Last thing Grimmjow heard of him, the redhead was putting his clothes away in the closet. Surely it didn't take that long to put away clothes in the closet...closet... closet... hmm... Shit!

"GRIMMJOW YOU FUCKING PERVERT! WHAT THE FUCK?" screamed Ichigo from down the hallway. The scream was then followed by a huge crashing noise and angry footsteps.

Oh fuck... He was sooo screwed... and not in a good way either.

Ichigo stormed into the living room, his face all red and eyes seething with anger. In his hands was a bunch of canvases. "What the fuck! Y-you BASTARD! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU! Y-you, YOU SICK FUCK!" Ichigo took the first painting from the pile: it was one of him in a sexy yukata. "YOU!" He threw the painting to the floor and stomped on it. He took the next one: it was one of him in a maid's outfit. "SICK" CRASH. Another one, this one of him in nothing but a pink frilly apron. "SICK." One of him in a nurse's outfit. "HORNY." SNAP. One of him as a sexy ninja. "LOW-LIFE." One of him as a sex slave wearing nothing but rags. "OF" Him as a sexed up librarian. "A." one of him as a woman. "PERVERT!" one of him wearing cowboy boots and hat and nothing else riding a horse (not riding it that way...). Ichigo destroyed all of the paintings but one, either by stepping on them or breaking them with his fist.

"Don't do that! Have you any idea what they're worth?" Meh, he was already dead soon, might as well make the best of it.

"FUCK YOU! YOU TURNED ME INTO A PORN STAR FOR YOUR OWN SICK PLEASURES!" Ichigo was huffing and puffing with anger now. His had gone blank and the only emotion within him was hot, blind rage and embarrassment.

"You had no problems with the photos; it's not any different to the paintings!"

"IT IS DAMNIT! I KNEW ABOUT THE PHOTOS, I CONSENTED!"

"Keep your voice down?"

"NO! KEEP YOUR HEAD OUT OF THE GUTTER!"

The blunet had to confess, he couldn't help but find this situation amusing. Ichigo was so cute when pissed off. Ah... he'd have to paint a picture of Ichigo all cute and flustered later... if he was still alive, of course.

"THERE'S MORE AS WELL! THIS IS BARELY SCRATCHING THE SURFACE! YOU HAVE A GALLERY'S WORTH"

Quick! Think fast! "I couldn't help it okay? I've loved you for so long in silence I...I had to vent, okay? And I did it the only way I knew how to, I painted!"

Ichigo paused for a moment, his gaze softened. "Grimmjow... WHO THE HELL DO YOU TAKE ME FOR, YOU DICKHEAD? FUCK YOU! YOU AREN'T GETTING AWAY WITH THIS!" Ichigo snapped the last painting in half. It was of him half dressed in a yakuza style suit, chest and crotch bare, kneeling on the floor with cum on his face. "ARGH! I'M GONNA KILL YOU! COME HERE YOU RAT BASTARD!"

He couldn't control himself anymore; Grimmjow burst out laughing. He picked up Pantera and placed the cat over his shoulder. "Come on little dude, prepare for war." Grimmjow turned back to Ichigo, stuck out his tongue and then grinned. "Damn Ichi quit overreacting. Tch. On yer period I see. Such a girl" Then, not bothering to put on any shoes, Grimmjow ran out of the apartment, but didn't go into a full sprint till he screamed out "Maybe you need to get laid! That'll fix you up!"

Not even bothering to put his shoes on either, Ichigo ran after the artist. "I'M GOING TO BREAK EVERY BONE IN YOUR BODY, FUCKER!"

Grimmjow just laughed even harder and ran down the stairs, Pantera hitched over his shoulder. Ichigo trailed close behind, hot on their tracks. "Bring it on bitch!"

"FUCK YOU!"

Ah~ Love. The blunet couldn't be happier and Ichigo, despite being angry as hell, couldn't help but think that as well. They had gotten the most important thing that they could've ever wanted. Each other. It was cliché, but it was true. Life was awesome.

THE END