A/N: THE CHAPTER OF TRUTH IS HERE

Yes! That nice, juicy lemon we've all been waiting for has arrived! I loved writing this chapter so much! It was just fun to have some causal events to write about.

Y'know, before the shit hits the fan.

Wait, was I supposed to say that? Oops.

Enjoy!

Grimmjow and Ichigo laughed as they drove away from the party.

"I hope you don't get in trouble for that," the redhead said.

Grimmjow shrugged at the comment. "Meh, if I do, they won't do much."

"So where to know?"

"Somewhere awesome."

"Y'know, being vague doesn't really do it for me."

"Yet you're still in my car," the older man said and smirked. Ichigo rolled his eyes and smiled.

When they pulled up to their destination, Ichigo gasped in excitement. Grimmjow had driven them out to a drive-in movie lot where they were showing The Hangover. It wasn't Ichigo's movie of choice, but at least it was a fun idea. Grimmjow went to by popcorn and soda for the two then returned to the car. They both leaned their seats back and proceeded to watch the big screen. A few awkward moments occurred, such as the cliché of their hands touching as they both moved in for popcorn. Overall, it was a pretty great end to a pretty great day, and when the movie ended, the two were satisfied.

"Oh man, my stomach still hurts from laughing." Ichigo held his stomach.

"Yeah, ya did laugh a lot. Happy birthday again, by tha way."

"Thanks," Ichigo replied and smiled genuinely.

"So, could I call it that ya had a great birthday?" The blunette asked as he started up the car.

"Yeah." His answer didn't really sound that convincing, and Grimmjow caught on. He killed the engine then looked at the ginger.

"What? What is it? What's wrong?" He really hoped that he hadn't done this all for nothing, and he hoped even more that Ichigo hadn't been lying about enjoying himself.

"Nothing!" Ichigo replied and tried to calm him down. "It's just that...well, I wish this night could go on a bit longer. I had so much fun with you today, and it sucks that it has to end." He watched the rockstar's expression as it grew into one of deep thought.

His face suddenly lit up. "Maybe it doesn't have ta. Ya up for one last stop?" Ichigo nodded happily and Grimmjow restarted the car then drove away from the lot.

This time, Ichigo didn't ask where they were going because he wanted it to be a surprise. They drove for a little less than an hour, Ichigo falling asleep on the way. When he woke up, he saw that they were on the opposite side of town. It was a less than admirable area. The street looked run down and the lights barely even worked.

"Uh, Grimm? Please tell me we're not here to sell my organs or something."

"Oh, relax. It ain't that bad. I grew up here." Grimmjow pulled Ichigo out of the car and began waking, his hand still around his wrist. Ichigo suddenly had a new perspective on this little beat up street. Now he saw a street with Grimmjow's history written up and down it's cracked sidewalks. They made it to a place where the steps descended underground, and it made Ichigo worry just a little bit again.

"IDs, please." A large man wearing all black said and held his hand out. Ichigo began to panic. He didn't even have it on him. Grimmjow shook hands with the man, and Ichigo could've sworn he saw something pass between them. "How've ya been, Grimm?"

"Pretty good, Yammy. It's good ta see ya, man." Yammy moved side to let them in.

"What was that all about?" Ichigo inquired. "Why'd he let us in?"

"You get around the longer you stay somewhere. And I've known these people for years. They don't treat me like I'm a celebrity here. I mean, 'course they know who I am, but they make sure I don't forget where I came from."

The redhead noticed how softer the features on Grimmjow face became when he talked about the place. The pair made their way down a long hallway before the music became louder. Ichigo noticed the air get heavier as they approached another pair of steps that went up one story. When Grimmjow pushed the swinging door open, the club smelled heavily of smoke, causing the ginger to cough. He lead his companion inside, immediately having to weave through a dense crowd of people. Ichigo's grip on his hand tightened when he almost lost the blunette amongst the dancing people. He did for a moment and could do nothing but stand still. People shoved him slightly as they moved by, and being stuck in this crowd was making him feel nauseated. But it also gave him one of the most exhilarating feelings he'd ever had. The smoke in the air was doing something to him. He could feel his face heating up, though it could have been from the sweat in the air, but he doubted it. A hand grabbed his shirt and yanked him, and the next thing he knew he was leaning up against Grimmjow on the bar.

"Found ya." The dimness of the club made Grimmjow's features stand out, most of all his blue eyes. Ichigo looked at them for a long time, wondering why they were so stunning all of a sudden. "You alright?" He quickly nodded a response.

He was relieved because there was some room to actually breathe at the bar. He sat down next to Grimmjow, who was grinning wildly.

"Isn't this place great?" He shouted. Ichigo smiled awkwardly and nodded again, trying not to show how uncomfortable he was in the crowded setting. But Grimmjow saw right through him. The ginger had already snapped at a few people on the way in for not looking where they were going. "Look, I know you're not used ta places like this, but I promise ya, you'll enjoy it. And we're lucky! There's a really great band playin' tonight!" He pointed up at the stage. "Arctic Monkeys!"

"Who the fuck are Arctic Monkeys?" As soon as the question left his mouth, the lights dimmed even darker, the crowd began to cheer, and an electric guitar began to play, quickly leading into drums and a base.

We all want someone to shout for

Yeah, everyone wants somebody to adore

But your heroes aren't what they seem

When you've been where we've been

Have I done something to trigger

The funny looks and the sniggers?

Are they there at all, or is it just paranoia?

Everybody's got their box

Doing what they're told

You pushed my faith near being lost

But we'll stick to the guns

Don't care if it's marketing suicidal

Won't crack or compromise

Your derides or individes

Will never unhinge us

"They are!" Grimmjow replied, but Ichigo was already hooked on the sound, along with everyone else in the small room. He watched as the teen moved off of his chair to try and get a better view of the band. Grimmjow quickly followed him so that he could keep an eye on him. Ichigo moved into the crowd as soon as the song reached the bridge, right when the band allowed the crowd to sing along.

La la la la la, la la

La la la la la, la la

La la la la la, la la

Soon coming up with a better idea, Grimmjow reached over someone's shoulder to grab at Ichigo's shirt. The teen stopped moving and turned around, immediately obeying Grimmjow's gesture to follow him. They were headed back to the bar, making Ichigo wonder why. Some drunk guy fell from the crowd and onto Grimmjow, pulling him close and whispering something close in his ear. The blunette let out a laugh that Ichigo could only see then said something and nodded back to him. The man looked at Ichigo, making him blush awkwardly, and pouted before he decided to kiss Grimmjow's cheek and scurry off. The rockstar just turned and shrugged at him before continuing on his way. When they got to the bar, the song was over. This justified Ichigo's feeling that they'd been swimming in a sea of sweat for what seemed like forever. The crowd was cheering as the band began to play another song.

"Why did we come back here again?" The ginger shouted over the noise.

"To get a better view!" The older man replied, lifting his leg onto the barstool then standing on it.

He climbed on the actual bar then held his hand out to Ichigo. The younger hesitated, looking around for the authorities, but Grimmjow just pulled him up anyway. Ichigo clung tight to him so he wouldn't fall. The bartender yelled at them to get down, but the blunette replied with a polite "fuck off" and began to rock his head back and forth. Ichigo watched him jump and shout and pump his fist to the music, and he felt a twitch in his arm to do the same. Grimmjow grabbed his hand and lifted it into the air, pumping it with his own. The redhead began to do it himself and rocked his head too. The two got a lot of attention from the crowd, the sea of high, drunk, and sweaty people cheering them on to dance together. They did, and Ichigo swore he'd never had so much fun in his life. The song ended, and Grimmjow got down from the bar, helping Ichigo down as well. A slower song played, and the two of them just sat on the bar and propped their feet up on the chairs in front of them. Ichigo made a bold decision and oredered a drink. Grimmjow was surprised when he didn't even have to step in when the bartender challenged his age. Ichigo handled it like a pro before downing his drink in one go. Grimmjow showed how impressed he was making Ichigo smirk. He'd been feeling a bit more loose since they'd got there. The two had befriended a girl at the bar and she insisted Ichigo try different drinks. When he started to feel a bit dizzy, he made a motion to take a break with some water, but the girl protested.

"No way! We can't stop here!" She shouted and tipped Ichigo's head back with a small glass.

The redhead giggled before giving up and continuing to drink. After a while, his cheeks filled with drunken heat, and the heavy feeling in his head made him rest in Grimmjow's lap. The rockstar was surprised when he looked down to see the kid smiling drunkly at him. This made him laugh loudly. Ichigo gestured for him to bend down. When he did, his head was pulled lower so that Ichigo's breath was ghosting over his neck and ear.

"I'm having fun..." Ichigo whispered, another drunken giggle escaping into Grimmjow's ear. He smiled at the teen, trying to hide how horny he was becoming from the sounds Ichigo was making. The desire was in his eyes, and he was thankful that Ichigo was too drunk to notice. When he felt a bit of alcohol-fueled heat pool in his groin, he quickly pushed Ichigo out of his lap.

"Not too much fun I hope," he responded.

The teen almost snorted. "Never that."

"Hm." Grimmjow chuckled when the girl(it turned out he knew her) held something to him. "I beg ta differ." He took whatever it was and put it to his lips, alerting Ichigo to what it really was.

"Grimmjow, should you be doing that here?" The ginger began to panic again as paranoia set in.

"Ya chicken?" He said with an inhale of smoke.

"N-No! I-I just..." When the blunt was held to him, he shook his head. Who know's how many people's lips had been on that? Though, he did trust Grimmjow, the man wasn't that stupid.

"Chicken." The girl said with a smirk.

"I am not! I just don't want to do it, okay?"

"Okay. Then let me do it for ya." Grimmjow offered then took a long drag, though the teen didn't understand.

"What do you—"

Before he could get the words out, Grimmjow's lips were on his. His eyes widened as a tongue immediately broke through his lips, filling his mouth with the soft feel of smoke and the roughness of Grimmjow's tongue. When the older man pulled away, Ichigo remained still, tendrils of smoke from Grimmjow's mouth billowing out of his own. The girl let out a laugh, and the blunette joined in quickly. Ichigo blushed before touching the side of Grimmjow's face and turning it towards him. He was drunk, but he assumed that he was just drunk enough to have what he wanted.

And he wanted Grimmjow.

He roughly slammed his hot lips into Grimmjow's, engaging him in a wet and sloppy kiss. Grimmjow could taste the alcohol in Ichigo's mouth and it made him groan. He gripped the base of his neck and growled, as if frustrated that he couldn't meld their lips together. When Grimmjow's fingers raked through the hair at the base of Ichigo's neck, the older man was surprised when the ginger whimpered and gripped his shirt, separating their lips for a spilt second and resting their foreheads together so that he could moan loudly.

Fuck, Grimmjow thought as he realized he'd found Ichigo's most sensitive spot.

Drunk Ichigo was too good to pass up, and he decided he'd indulge as much as he wanted. In the blink of an eye he snuck his hand under Ichigo's thigh and swept it onto the bar. The two bodies collided on top of Ichigo with a loud thud, rattling drinks up and down the glass counter. Ichigo's other leg followed suit, and they found themselves on either side of Grimmjow's hips. Their lips came together again in a rough and slobbery mess, and without hesitation the blunette shamelessly ground his crotch into Ichigo's. The ginger threw his head back and moaned, giving Grimmjow room to attack his neck. He pushed his hips up to get a closer friction, but Grimmjow held his hips down on the bar and proceeded to do it himself.

"Hell yeah!" Someone in the crowd shouted and everyone looked to the pair on the bar top and cheered. They ignored the shouts and pleas for them to continue with their clothes off and just focused on each other. Ichigo pulled Grimmjow's head to the side so that he could tell him something.

"Grimm..." He whimpered through pants. The use of the man's nickname made him shudder. "I-I think...I want...I want you to fuck me..." He ground his hips upwards to emphasize the amount of need that he never imagined he'd have. He knew he was drunk—and that if that wasn't the case, he would've never acted so wildly—but he didn't even care at this point. All he knew was that he really needed to get off, and he knew Grimmjow did too. Said man shook his head and looked at Ichigo to make sure he'd heard right.

"All right you two! Off of my bar! I'm giving you an opportunity to leave before I call security!" The crowd booed him, but the two listened anyway.

"Let's get ya out of here."

Grimmjow chuckled and led him out of the bar and into one of the other hallways. When they were out of sight, Ichigo pushed Grimmjow to a nearby wall. He proceeded to place soft but urgent kisses along the tanned skin of his neck and rub his crotch against the older man's thigh. Now that he was out of the fog and away from the crowd, Grimmjow finally had a chance to clear his head. He knew that having sex with Ichigo would not be a good idea, especially so if he was drunk. He knew that they both really wanted it, but a part of him knew it was wrong.

But that part of him steadily grew quieter as Ichigo's moans grew louder.

He snapped out of his thoughts and looked at Ichigo's face. It was screwed up in the most pleasure-filled gaze Grimmjow had ever seen as he proceeded to steadily get off on the blunette's thigh. Grimmjow pushed him away, smashing their lips together before scooping the teen up in his arms. They could hardly wait anymore and didn't have time to deal with Ichigo's drunk steps. Said ginger kissed his jaw and neck as they rushed back to the car, causing the older man to stumble a bit. When the back door was opened, Ichigo was placed inside. He grabbed Grimmjow's shirt and yanked him in, making him fall on top of him. After the door was closed, the two turned into a hot and sweaty mess of tangling limbs and wet kisses, sounds growing louder and more intense. They were losing patience, though Ichigo was the first to speak up.

"C'mon, Grimmjow...please..."

Grimmjow didn't know how much longer he could take that begging. He made quick work and slid his hand underneath Ichigo's shirt and rubbed along his chest. When he got near the top, he was surprised at how smooth and flat it was, his hazed mind forgetting that there would not be the soft, fleshy mounds that he was used to. The redhead let out a choked moan and threw his head back when his palm pressed against his nipple. Grimmjow smirked when he realized that Ichigo's chest could be manipulated just as a woman's could. He lifted the garment up to Ichigo's neck, bending down to take one of the erect pink protuberances into his mouth. A hiss left the one underneath him and he chuckled when he felt slim fingers tangle themselves in his hair. When Ichigo felt the swirl of a warm tongue around his nipple, he choked on his breath, letting out a shuddering moan instead. The noise made Grimmjow's blood flow south. The younger of the two yanked him up to crash their lips together once more. The blunette attacked his neck, littering it in bites and bruises.

"Good...feels good..." Ichigo moaned. His hand snaked down between them to grab his own fabric-covered member, tugging at it roughly over the the layers of his incredibly tight jeans and boxers. Then he moved to begin on Grimmjow's pants, undoing the button and zipper.

Grimmjow knew that neither of them could hold out much longer. He moved Ichigo's hand away and began to undo the teen's tight pants himself. When the zipper had opened, he tried to pull them down, but they were way too tight to even go past his thighs while he was laying like this. The rockstar yanked them down as far as he could. When Ichigo's straining, swollen member sprang from his garments and laid on his abdomen, Grimmjow froze.

Ichigo was a guy. Guys had dicks. It hadn't occurred to him until now.

How was he supposed to have sex with a guy? Was it the same as doing it with a girl? He doubted it. As he remained still in bewilderment, Ichigo grew impatient.

"What's takin' ya s'long?" He growled drunkly through his pants as he sat up.

"I...I don't really know what ta do..."

"Whatdoya mean?"

"I mean I've never had sex with a guy before." The statement was blunt, and even made Ichigo blush.

"Oh...well, I've never had sex...so...what do we do?" The ginger asked. "It couldn't be that different from bein' with a girl right?" The older man shrugged. "Then just do what you do normally." Grimmjow was pretty impressed at the logic Ichigo had, considering how drunk he was. But he nodded quickly.

"Right."

He bent over the teen again and kissed him deeply before pulling him up and making him lean against the other door. When he sat up, his pants made his legs remain open, and Grimmjow gulped nervously when he saw the quivering entrance that looked so different from a girl's. But it was still so enticing. Ichigo felt a little odd at being stared at, so he closed his legs, earning a smirk and a mumbled apology from Grimmjow. The two continued their assault on each other's lips, right before Ichigo felt something prod at his opening. He jumped but didn't move. He trusted that Grimmjow kind of knew what he was doing. Said man broke their kiss and placed more kisses on his jaw and collarbone. Grimmjow breathed heavily into his ear as he slid his finger in.

"Ah-ow..."

"Be still."

"Ow!"

"Be still."

"I can't. Feels wierd...Ouch! Why'd ya add another one?"

"God...this sucks...Do ya wanna fuck or not?"

"Well, y-yeah but..."

"Alright then. I'm tryna help so it doesn't hurt so much. That's what I do for girls."

"Oka—AH!"

Ichigo cried out when Grimmjow's fingers brushed over something inside him that made his nerves go berserk. He wrapped his arms around the older man's neck and pushed his hips forward for more. Grimmjow assumed that was a good sign and slowly shoved his fingers in deeper, almost to his knuckle. Ichigo whimpered as the strange feeling went away, but when Grimmjow's fingers made their way out of him, they brushed that bundle of nerves again, and his thighs shook on their own.

"Fuck! Right there...right there..." The teen moaned into his ear. Grimmjow felt his crotch stir at Ichigo's vulgar language and curled his fingers to press that spot with force, making Ichigo's thighs tense up.

"Oh shit, kid..." Grimmjow said when he felt Ichigo's entrance clamp down on his fingers. He jabbed that spot continuously, earning a rough bite.

I need to hurry up, Grimmjow thought to himself when he felt his own cock throb in his pants.

He had to leave Ichigo for a moment to get a condom out of his glove compartment, then to pull his jeans and boxers down just far enough to slip the condom over his hardened dick. Ichigo stared at it and, with a horrified expression, wondered how that was supposed to fit inside him. He could barely take one of Grimmjow's thick fingers.

How the hell was this supposed to work?

When Grimmjow moved towards him, he laid down on the seat to let the older man get between his legs. The blunette assaulted his already swollen lips while rocking his hips to get some friction between the two exposed members. Feeling Grimmjow's cock rub against his own felt almost as good as his fingers brushing against that bundle of nerves inside him, and it made the ginger shiver in excitement. The rockstar grabbed his member and positioned it at Ichigo's puckered hole, pushing lightly to test the waters. Ichigo whimpered and broke the kiss.

"Is it gonna fit?" He breathed against Grimmjow's lips.

"Of course," Grimmjow chuckled and reconnected their lips. The ginger broke away once more.

"Okay," he was kissed again. "Because if it doesn't then we can try again some other time." Grimmjow kissed him roughly.

"No," he said sternly with Ichigo's lip between his teeth. The ginger moaned at the dominance in his voice then kissed him lightly.

"Ya sure? Because I—"

"God, Ichigo! You're afraid it'll hurt too much, I know! It will hurt some, I won't lie ta ya." Ichigo blushed in shame and looked away. "But if that's what you're afraid of," he lowered his voice and leaned down to place their foreheads together. "then I promise ya that once the pain is over, I'm gonna make ya feel so good, ya won't even remember what pain is." Ichigo gulped before nodding, Grimmjow's speech turning him on even more, dispite the possibility of pain.

"O-Okay..."

"I won't hurt ya, okay? Well, not on purpose..." Grimmjow grabbed both of Ichigo's hands and brought them to the sides of his head, lacing their fingers together and holding them firmly against the seat. "Squeeze my hands if ya need to." Ichigo nodded again.

Grimmjow came down slowly, kissing Ichigo lightly on the lips then moving to his neck where he licked and sucked on the heated flesh. Ichigo moaned and tilted his head to give the blunette more access.

"Tell me ta stop and I'll stop."

Grimmjow continued to suck on his neck as he pushed his hips forward. Ichigo bit his lip with a grunt and squeezed Grimmjow's hands as his muscles screamed in protest, immediately pushing back against the intrusion. Grimmjow added a bit more force, and his member popped past the first ring of tight muscles. His eyes rolled back into his head at the feeling of Ichigo's tight heat slowly engulfing him. He accidentally bit the teens neck with a grunt, but didn't release it as he pushed more of his cock forward. Ichigo felt like it'd been forever, and Grimmjow was only halfway there. He grew impatient with the pain and pushed his hips forward a little, making Grimmjow moan and lose his concentration and push forward all the way. When the teen let out a choked gasp and squeezed his hands really hard, the blunette knew he couldn't look at his face. Because if he saw that expression he knew he'd see, he'd forget all his restraint and fuck Ichigo senseless. So he waited as Ichigo breathed heavily in pain. He felt wetness roll into his hair from Ichigo's eyes and felt really horrible.

Ichigo's chest was heaving wildly underneath Grimmjow. He was surprisingly aroused more so than in pain. The bite he received and the intrusion hurt the most, but not being stretched and filled up. A few tears did fall, but other than that, it wasn't as bad as he expected. He expected to be ripped in half, and that may have well been the case, considering the fact that he swore he could feel Grimmjow in his stomach. But it was a pleasurable feeling none the less. He sighed in relief and gripped Grimmjow's hands. The blunette looked up at him and they kissed briefly. Grimmjow took that as the green light and pulled out of him slowly. Ichigo broke the kiss with a gasp, the emptiness surprising him, then moaned when Grimmjow thrusted back in, directly hitting that bundle of nerves that sent stars dancing across his vision. Grimmjow picked up his pace and soon had Ichigo throwing his head back and moaning. The teen felt his body getting hot. It may have been from the sweaty air in the car, or it may have been from the waves of heated pleasure he was getting from each of Grimmjow's thrusts. He began lifting his hips to meet them and his breath quickly turned into shuddering moans. Grimmjow leaned back to look at Ichigo as he continued to rock his hips roughly into the tight heat before him. The teen couldn't have looked sexier, with his panting lips, all pink and swollen from numerous kisses. His face and neck was bright red from heat and pleasure, and his eyes were screwed shut as he shamelessly moaned loudly. The teens shirt was pushed up to show off his abused nipples in the most slutty and perfect way. His legs had grown sweaty from all the movement so Grimmjow had taken it upon himself to yank them completely off of him. He lifted Ichigo's legs over his shoulders, and Ichigo felt the older man slide even deeper inside of him.

"Oh...shit!" Ichigo shouted with a gasp of pleasure.

Everything was becoming overwhelming, the sounds of skin slapping against skin, Grimmjow's strong hands gripping his thighs, and the intense look he found when he opened his eyes. Their gazes met and they were immediately drawn in for a kiss. Grimmjow leaned in his ear and whispered soft words about how he felt so good and that his ass was so fucking tight. Ichigo just responded with needy whines and drunk pleas of harder, faster and fuck me. Grimmjow obliged without question, picking up to a feverish, almost animalistic pace. The two felt a tight coil, a sort of winding heat pool in the pit of their bellies. Grimmjow knew he was close, so close, but Ichigo had no idea what the strange sensation was. It was almost as if he was going to...

"I'm gonna...g-gonna come..." He moaned with wide eyes.

"What? N-Now?" The older man asked through his heavy breaths. Ichigo was certain, and he nodded furiously.

"Oh God...harder!" He pleaded and wrapped his arms around Grimmjow's neck. Said man took the opportunity of Ichigo's approaching climax and gripped the base of his neglected member.

"Not...N-Not yet...almost there..." Ichigo was sobbing now, his weeping cock aching for release. He rocked his hips harder, determined to get Grimmjow close enough so that he would let him come. "So fuckin' close..." When he felt the familiar coil tighten, he released Ichigo and quickly worked him to completion. "Come for me...Ichigo..."

Ichigo heard the erotic request and couldn't stop the gigantic waves that sent him crashing over the edge. He arched his chest into Grimmjow's and locked his ankles behind his head, thighs shaking violently as he spurt his white streams messily into the hand that held his pent up cock. He tangled his fingers in blue locks and held on for dear life as currents of pleasure wracked his frame like the withdrawals from narcotics.

"Shitshitshit..." He said this mantra repeatedly as his abdomen tensed over and over again near the end. His legs turned to jelly, and they fell on either side of Grimmjow.

The blunette felt the slick and warm passage tighten around him, and a broken grunt was ripped from his throat as his orgasm tore through him. His thrusts grew violent and sporadic as he released into the condom that—aided by Ichigo's ass—squeezed out every drop of cum he had.

"Oh fuck...oh...fuck..." When the tightness in his abdomen faded, he fell onto Ichigo, passing out from the intensity of what may have been the best sex he'd ever had. Ichigo quickly fell under as well, and with a sleepy yawn he drifted off into an even more drunken state, having no energy to bask in the bliss and after-glow of his first time.

A/N: Ahem!

Pretty great lemon, if you ask me. Well now that's over with! I bet you all have been waiting so long huh? My bad! ^_^'

So, what did you think? Like it? LOVE it? Let me know!

By the way, the song used in this chapter was Who The Fuck Are Arctic Monkeys? by Arctic Monkeys. See what I did there? Did you see?

XD

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~EMAE