Snapping the phone shut Grimmjow threw it across the room where it hit the wall with an ugly crunch. There went 200 dollars worth of phone. Glancing down at his sleeping partner the sadistic blue haired man smiled. Leaning down he nuzzled the tan neck, purring softly.

The tan guy moaned and rolled over, exposing his bare chest, "Grimm…?" he whined sleepily.

Grimmjow smiled, showing his teeth, "Morning, berry."

Ichigo scowled and blushed, "Don't call me that!"

Chuckling, Grimmjow flipped the covers off him and walked to the front of the room. He opened a drawer and bent over it, rummaging for clothes.

Ichigo watched the pale naked ass presenting itself in the air and shivered. He was NOT going to get horney after last night!

Grimmjow straightened up with an armful of clothes, "What's the matter?"

Ichigo's scowl deepened, "You can't be going to work!"

Grimmjow rolled his blue eyes, "Have too, some…stuff came up and I have to go a get rid of it."

"Nice way of putting it." Ichigo scoffed, tumbling out of bed in a flurry of long legs and white sheets.

"Heh, nice ass, Ichi." Grimmjow purred lecherously.

Ichigo promptly sat down hard on his butt and then regretted it; "Fuck!" he hissed and quickly rolled onto his stomach.

Grimmjow frowned and walked over, crouching down to floor level, "You ok?"

"After getting slammed 4 times in a row? Yea, just great." Ichigo snorted, but he smiled and blushed slightly.

Grimmjow smirked and ruffled the orange hair, "Don't tell me ya didn't like it, 'cuz that would be an outright lie."

Ichigo's blush turned three more shades of red before being satisfied with neon tomato.

Laughing, Grimmjow pulled on a pair boxers and baggy ripped jeans with a long chain attached from the front of his naval to the side of his left hip. He yanked on a tight white tank top that showed off his muscular abdomen and lastly stuck his arms through a loose plain black sweatshirt. He grinned at Ichigo, "See ya soon."

"Be careful." Ichigo murmured, clamoring up from his spot on the floor.

Grimmjow grinned with a glint in his eyes, "I always am."

That was a lie they both knew.

Ichigo nodded and hugged him good bye. He stood and watched Grimmjow walk out of the house and close the door behind him with a confident click.

(Grimmjow)

Walking quickly, Grimmjow flipped his black hood over his blue hair and turned down an alley into the tougher part of the city. He walked with his hands in his pockets and a confident swagger in his step. He grew up here; he knew this place better than anyone. It was his home.

"Late as usual, Panther." Came a steel voice.

Grimmjow sneered, "Let's go, I want this over with."

A tall skinny man emerged from the shadows and fell behind Grimmjow as they walked in silence.

"…Nnoitra?"

"Yea?" The tall man replied.

"Let me handle this one."

Nnoitra pouted and his one eye flashed, "You always get all the fun."

"That's cuz I know what I'm doing, asshole."

"Che.." the man called Nnoitra sneered, but didn't argue.

They walked for a bit longer until they came to a bunch of guys in black sweatshirts and baggy jeans. "Hey." One of them called; his voice gruff and deep.

Nnoitra tossed a small black bag at the man's feet which made an alarmingly loud thump for something so innocent looking. Another man, who was tall and heavily scared with white hair and one eye shut, tossed Grimmjow a small suitcase.

Transaction complete.

In unison the two groups turned and walked away swiftly.

When the two men exited the alley a black car was waiting for them. Nnoitra and Grimmjow exchanged looks before getting in and settling in for the usual hour long ride…

(Later)

"Ah, so the business went as planned." A smooth, cold voice said.

Grimmjow and Nnoitra nodded.

They were standing side by side, exactly three feet from the large antique mahogany desk. Behind the desk sat a man, if you could call him that. He was tall, slender, and had fair skin. His cheek bones enhanced his face nicely and an ever present warm smile was staring at them. But his eyes…they were cold and dark. Soulless. It sent shivers down both men's spines and made them break out into cold sweat just being near him.

"Everything went fine." Grimmjow said curtly, fidgeting as Aizen's calculating eyes locked in on him.

"Very well, you may go."

Needless to say the two men left at a rather brisk walk.

"Damn bastard." Nnoitra sneered on the way down the elevator. He ripped out a box of cigarettes and yanked one from the box. He shoved it in his mouth and clicked on his lighter, inhaling greedily.

"Give me one." Grimmjow demanded, snatching the box and lighting his own, "An' careful what ya say. He's got shit everywhere."

Nnoitra sneered at that but his uncovered eye immediately swiped the elevator for bugs or cameras.

The ride back was longer, mostly because Nnoitra bitched and wined so much, but when Grimmjow got home his temper was shot, he'd developed a twitch in his hands after restraining the urge to kill Nnoitra for so long, and he was hungry. He thrust the key into the lock and shoved the door open with unnecessary force, before stomping inside and kicking his shoes off.

Ichigo had been taking a nap during this time, but woke up to the sound of a door slamming. He grinned and sleepily rolled over, yawning hugely. The ruffled young man slipped out of bed and walked along the padded carpet into the living room.

They lived in a large condo, with a soft padded carpet spreading over most of it. The kitchen was a medium sized one with white tile flooring and light wooden cabinets. The main room was slip into two sections, a dining room and a living room. The dining room had a dark wood table and four chairs along with some picture on the walls. The living room had a long and comfortable couch and a fluffy chair all pointed towards the ridiculously huge T.V.

Grimmjow was slunk low into the couch and glaring death at the blank T.V. His hair was ruffled and sticking everywhere like it did when he was aggravated and ran his hand through it.

Ichigo padded up behind him and leaned over his shoulders, slipping his cool hands down the blue haired man's shirt, "Welcome home…"

Grimmjow sighed loudly and leaned his head back, smiling up at the vibrant haired man, "Hey sexy."

A light blush spread across the younger man's cheeks as he rubbed small circles on Grimmjow's abdomen, "S-shut up."

Grimmjow leaned up and placed a soft kiss on the man's chin before reaching up and tugging his head down, sealing Ichigo's mouth with a rough kiss.

Ichigo moaned quietly and edged along the side of cough before coming to a stop in front of Grimmjow. He rested on hand on the arm rest and the other next to the blue hair man's lap. He pressed his lips closer to the blue haired man's and parted them with a small gust of warm air.

Smirking, Grimmjow opened his mouth and twined his tongue with Ichigo's tasting him and sucking lightly on the wet muscle, causing the younger man to moan softly.

The vibrant haired lover leaned in closer, climbing on to the couch and hovering over Grimmjow as he kissed him, pressing his pelvis against Grimmjow's growing erection.

Grimmjow hummed in the back of his throat and held Ichigo's hips, sliding the tips of his fingers into the waist of his sweatpants and teasingly tugging on them.

Ichigo shifted his hips into the blue haired man's touches, groaning slightly.

Taking the hint, Grimmjow slid the sweat pants and boxers down and ran his hands over Ichigo's smooth, firm ass. He then slid two finger's inside of him and brushed around his prostate, a trick he learned a couple nights ago.

"A-ahn, Grimm—!" Ichigo hung his head and pressed his forehead into Grimmjow's collar bone, "Please…ah!...just take me…"

Grimmjow moaned as the words traveled right to his dick and he struck the man's prostate harshly, "I love it when you talk like that…"

Taking the cue, the orange haired man continued, breathing the words haltingly into Grimmjow's ears, "I want you to take me and make me yours, to-ah!-fuck me hard and fast-ngh!-I wanna break the bed again…"

Grimmjow grinned at the memory; that had been so worth it. He scissored his fingers and poked Ichigo's prostate again, humming at the delicious sounds he made for him. "I want you to scream for me, baby."

"Hnnnn!" Ichigo moaned, grinding downwards into Grimmjow's clothed erection.

The blue haired man removed his fingers slowly and then pushed Ichigo back onto the couch and then stripped himself of his pants and boxers hurriedly. Grimmjow took a second to admire the sight or Ichigo laying on the couch, legs parted and arched, face flushed, and his eyes dark with longing and lust, "God you're so beautiful…"

Ichigo moaned and tossed his arms behind his head, "C'mooooooon!"

Grimmjow grinned and complied, thrusting hard and deep into his lover and then began thrusting erratically into his entrance, striking his prostate again and again.

"Oh fuck, oh yes! YES!" Ichigo cried, spreading his legs as far as he could, "Oh yesss Grimm! Faster! Ah!"

Grimmjow groaned and held Ichigo's hips down as he pounded into him, panting as the pleasure sent waves of intoxication to his mind. "Oh god, mother fucking hell, agh, yes…!"

Ichigo moaned and jerked upwards, "Grimm! Ahhhh!" He convulsed and felt himself begin to tighten, "G-gonna cum!"

"Yeah, come for me baby." Grimmjow panted, slamming into Ichigo for emphasis.

Ichigo screamed loud and long as the pleasure robbed his mind and senses, sending him overboard. He clenched down around his lover's dick and felt him release inside of him, filling him with warm wet cum, "AHHhhhh…"

Grimmjow groaned softly and pulled out, completely exhausted from the day's events, and it was only 2:00 in the afternoon.

Ichigo sighed and reached up, tugging Grimmjow down on top of him. He smiled as the crushing warm weight enveloped him, "Hmmm, so how was your day?"

Grimmjow smiled down at his berry, "Much better now." He kissed him slowly and passionately, savoring the taste.

Ichigo moaned quietly and treaded his fingers into the soft blue hair, "God I love you so much."

The blue haired man kissed his cheek, "I love you too."

They rested for a bit until and where falling asleep in each other's arms when the phone rang shrilly, interrupting the peaceful silence.

"God dammit!" Grimmjow spat, reaching around Ichigo and snatching the phone from its cradle, "Who the fuck is it and what the hell do you want!"

Ichigo chuckled as the person on the phone yelled something that had to do with Grimmjow's mother right back at him.

"Oh, hi Nnoi." Grimmjow grumbled.

Ichigo's scowled slightly into a pillow, he really didn't like that man.

"Yeah…well yea I didn't answer my cell, I broke it…yeah he's here, where the fuck you'd expect him to be?...oh…" Grimmjow's blue eyes became fixated on his lover, "Right…yea thanks, Nnoi…see ya." He hung up and tossed the phone on the chair and ran his fingers through his boyfriend's orange hair, "Hey, baby, can I ask ya something?"

"Mhhm."

Grimmjow grinned slightly and leaned down, nibbling on Ichigo's exposed earlobe, "Will ya stay at my house this weekend?"

Ichigo frowned and looked up at him, "Yeah I guess so, but why?"

"Nnoi was just saying that Shinji had been attacked the other day by some thugs, so he just wanted to give me a heads up."

Ichigo perked up at the mention of Nnoitra's boyfriend, and his best friend, "Shin? How is he?"

Grimmjow snorted, "Believe me, that creep is alive and kicking." Grimmjow didn't really like Shinji. "Anyway there coming over tomorrow and I wanted you to stay here anyway."

"Too keep an eye on me?" Ichigo muttered, scowling.

"Nah, just you're sexy ass." Grimmjow purred, nibbling on an old bite bit mark on his lover's neck, making the orange haired man shiver, "Mhhn stop…"

Grimmjow laughed and sat up; glancing at the clock, "Think we can pull off going to bed at 6:00?"

"Fuck yes." Ichigo mumbled, using Grimmjow's shoulder to pull himself up, "Ugh now I have to walk all the way to the bedroom…"

"Psh, yea, a grueling 10 feet." Grimmjow teased, "Think you'll make it?"

Ichigo grinned, "No."

Grimmjow laughed and stood, picking his boyfriend up and padding to the bedroom, "You're such a lazy asshole."

"Why, thank you—coming from the bastard who doesn't give a shit about his health"

"Oi! I do too!" Grimmjow retaliated, dumping Ichigo on his bed, "I don't eat shit food."

Ichigo scoffed and scooted over as the blue haired man climbed into bed with him, "No, you just drink and smoke. Very healthy."

"Oh shut up, you know smoking calms me down." Grimmjow nestled in the covers with a sleepy sigh.

"What's your excuse for drinking?"

Grimmjow smirked, "I drink to make you feel obligated to drink and since you can't hold your liquor for shit, then I get to have drunken sex with you."

Ichigo bit back a laugh and swatted his boyfriend, "Bastard."

"You know it."

They grinned at each other then curled up together, falling asleep in a matter of minutes.