Baby, Come on

Grimmjow was pissed. At himself, at Starrk, and at that fucking little carrot-topped brat of a shinigami. How long had he dreamed of that long, lean body squirming underneath him? How much did it take for him to keep his sword focused on cutting flesh rather than just cloth so he could see what was underneath during their fights? Sure, once he got into it he couldn't wait to stab the little fucker through the face and be done with it. But wasn't that just because he wanted it to go away?

All that pining and resistance, insisting to himself that saying or trying anything would be outrageous, and the next thing he knew fucking Coyote Starrk had snatched him away within their very first meeting. And not only that, but likely some nameless shinigami had already gotten at the goods as well.

He was pissed at himself for being so fucking careful, wishing, if nothing else, that he would have just raped the little fuck instead of letting it come to this. He wasn't sure why it mattered, he'd never harbored any hopes of being the brat's first. But that was probably because he couldn't have foreseen this even if someone told him it was going to happen. The reason he hadn't made a move was because Ichigo being with any guy- not just him, seemed out of this world until now.

Now he was on the road to taking third place at best, and that pissed him off more than anything. He should have kept his hands tied behind his back, kept ignoring the attraction, the way his body ached for that kind of contact while in Kurosaki Ichigo's presence. Better yet, he should have just killed the motherfucker a long time ago, before he even arrived in Heuco Mundo.

Of course it was too late for that now, Ichigo could probably take him down with one hand tied behind his back. And Starrk wasn't much further behind. He was by far the underdog in this situation and he could barely cope with how much he fucking hated it.

"What are you doing?" A somber voice sounded behind him.

Grimmjow glanced back at him, dumbfounded at first, then a grin stretched across his face. "Ulquiorra."

"What?" Ulquiorra was nothing short of annoyed at the espada's expression and failure to answer his question. Grimmjow eyed him for a few moments, with thoughts that would earn him a cero point blank to the gut if Ulquiorra could read them.

He was probably a fag, Grimmjow thought. With all that make up and crap, the way he walked, that stupid look on his face. The way he did whatever Aizen said like a lost bitch waiting to be bent over a table. Even if he was an emo fuck, he wasn't really bad looking. Definitely not Grimmjow's type by a long shot but, not bad looking…

"What are you looking at?" Ulquiorra asked, looking directly into his eyes. Grimmjow's brain flashed to reality and the first logical thought that flashed through his mind was: not likely…

"Fuck off. I'm not doing anything." Grimmjow kicked the ground.

Ulquiorra just stared at him with that creepy wide-eyed look, which Grimmjow would never admit was intimidating, and pissed him off. He whipped around on a whim, Pantera drawn and clashed blades with the fourth espada, shoving him back a few feet.

"What the hell." With little effort, Ulquiorra forced him backward and re-sheathed his zanpakto. Grimmjow stumbled and struggled to stay on his feet as he was thrown backward.

"I don't know what your problem is." Ulquiorra said. "But get over it."

"Fuck off." Grimmjow barked. "It's not like we've had anything important to do for the past six months! Aizen's just been sitting on his ass playing with his little fucking dolls!"

Ulquiorra didn't have the slightest idea what Grimmjow was talking about, nor did he really give a shit anymore. So without a reply, he turned and left.

Grimmjow gritted his teeth, stood up straight, and sheathed Pantera, glaring after Ulquiorra's back.

One thing he could be sure of was that Ichigo was not going to go away, and therefore neither would the way Grimmjow's body reacted to him. So if he couldn't get rid of the main problem, he'd just have to get rid of everything else.

"Ichigo! Where were you?" Nel exclaimed and threw her arms around his neck.

"Eh… wandering?" Ichigo rubbed the back of his neck. He wasn't really in the mood for a lot of questions. Though, Nel probably wasn't going to ask him too many, she'd probably just cling, which compared to the alternative, was nice. She was nice.

"Wandering? There's not much to see, trust me." She snickered, and then hopped over and sat on the couch.

Ichigo looked around. "Are Pesche and Dondochakka not here?"

Nel shook her head. "No, they went out looking for you."

"Oh… whoops." Ichigo said sheepishly, standing beside the couch.

"It doesn't matter, they just wanted an excuse to go tromping around Los Noches. Knowing Pesche they'll probably start by asking Halibel…"

"Ah." Ichigo nodded, and inconspicuously sat down next to her, closer than he normally would have. "Hey, Nel…" He said. She turned her head casually but froze suddenly when her eyes locked with a pair of dark brown ones and breath that was far too close. A hand landed on her thigh and he leaned in swiftly, his lips brushing hers ever so slightly even as she fell away. But he followed, and when her back hit the couch, he was on top of her, and his mouth latched onto hers.

Every bone in her body told her to stay still, to not respond, because she knew better than to think it was actually her that Ichigo wanted. But as his tongue prodded her lips, his rough hands slid down her torso, it became impossible, she was too weak to her own feelings to resist.

She parted her lips with a slight moan and his tongue immediately plunged inside. He had his fun and she had hers as they tangled and pretended, hands fisting each other's hair, bodies rocking together. But Nel was brought back to reality when his hands, far too aggressively, cupped her breasts and squeezed.

She shoved him back. "Ichigo." She stared at him with her most serious look. And Ichigo had to admit, it was a little frightening. His hands were still clamped onto her boobs. "What the hell are you doing?"

Ichigo's face turned a deep pink and he just stared down at her, the gleam of his saliva still coating the area around her mouth. Then he realized where his hands were and jumped backward so far that his back hid the opposite arm of the couch.

Simultaneously Nel pushed herself up and moved so that she was on top of him, grabbed him by the wrists and held him there, along with one of his thighs between her legs. "I don't like being used."

Ichigo struggled. "I wasn't…"

"Liar." She cut him off. He shut his mouth quickly and there was a pause between them. "Don't use me to prove something to yourself." She stuck up her nose. "Inoue told me about what happened with that spikey-haired eye-patch in Soul Society."

Ichigo's eyes widened and he started to gag on his own tongue. "She… what?"

"The point is, it's obvious you're not really into it. You grabbed my boobs like they were the hilt of your sword." She said. Ichigo's fists tightened in embarrassment. "Not exactly the way it's done…"

Ichigo sighed, and pushed her off, gently, but hard enough for her to get the picture. "I'm not…"

"Gay?" She cut him off. He looked at her, and she shrugged. "I don't know about that. But trying to convince yourself by randomly feeling up a girl you don't have feelings for won't solve much."

"I guess." He snorted. "I never had to worry about this kind of shit when I was saving the wor-,"

Nel punched him in the face.

"Owe! Why?" He held the sore spot where her fist had smacked against his jaw.

"Because you're insensitive." She said, sticking up her nose. "You could at least apologize."

Ichigo stared at her, a bit confused, and then looked down. "Sorry, Nel." He said.

Nel shot up from her seat. "Whatever!" She looked down at him and grinned. "I haven't given up yet!"

Ichigo smiled just a little.

Ichigo made the firm decision not to stray from Nel or where she lived until he was on his way home. Then he could just get there, put all this behind him, and live his life like a normal guy. Aside from fighting hollow every once in a while and possibly dealing with bigger threats. But at least that was all business.

Nothing awkward happened for the rest of the day, and by the time he started to get tired, Starrk, Grimmjow, and Kenpachi all felt very far away…

"Someone's at the door! Someone's at the door don't'cha know!" Dondochakka went whipping past the back of the couch where Ichigo was laying down, and Pesche was laughing obnoxiously not far behind.

Ichigo sat up, a little confused, he hadn't heard any knocking. And when the hell did Dondochakka and Pesche get back from their hunt?

"Ah! I found Ichigo!" Ichigo looked back and saw that Pesche was peaking over the back of the couch at him. "He was here all along!"

"Ah, it's an espada, don't'cha know!" Dondochakka was a room away, and had obviously already opened the door. Ichigo's eyes widened.

"Ahaa! Which one!" Pesche flew around the corner and down the hall that lead to the door.

"Get the fuck out of the way." Ichigo couldn't ignore that distinct voice. "Kurosaki's here, right?" God damn it, where was Nel to protect him when he needed it.

"Who's Ichigo?" Pesche's voice rung out next. "More importantly, who are you?"

"I didn't say Ichigo, I said Kurosaki." The voice was getting louder, closer. Ichigo laid back down and glued himself to the back of the couch and tried his ass off to hide his reiatsu, hoping he wouldn't be noticed.

"No one invited you in, that's rude don't'cha know?"

Grimmjow, on the other hand, wasn't making any attempt to cover his own pressure. As terrible as Ichigo was at sensing reiatsu, he wasn't so terrible that he would be unable to sense it right there in the room with him.

"What the fuck are you doing, shinigami?" The voice was right next to him now. He looked up in the direction it came from to see Grimmjow leaning over the couch, looking down at him with a frown.

"Ah!" Ichigo jumped slightly, and sat up. He laughed feverishly and inconspicuously scooted as far from Grimmjow as he could, which ended with him back against the arm of the couch. "Nothing." He said, unaware that there was a huge grin plastered onto his face. "Why are you here?"

Grimmjow was mildly creeped out. "To talk to you, obviously."

"Talk? Not f… f-fight?" Ichigo could have slapped himself. He'd almost said a different word.

"Yeah, is that a problem?" Grimmjow scoffed.

"Well, this is Nel's house…"

"Fuck Nel. Aizen built all this, it's not like she owns it." He came around the couch and sat down on the opposite side.

"You fuck her yet?" Grimmjow asked, off-handedly.

"What!" Ichigo jumped at the words. "Who?"

"Neliel, obviously!"

"No!" Ichigo shouted as loud as he could.

Grimmjow snickered. "No surprise there."

Ichigo glared. "What do you want, Grimmjow?"

Grimmjow sighed. "I was just starting to think…" He paused a few moments. "… maybe we got off on the wrong foot?"

"What the fuck?" Was the only thing Ichigo had to say.

"Well, think about it! There's really no reason for us to hate each other so much…"

"No reason?" Ichigo exploded. "You're the one who just randomly decided you had to kill me for no fucking reason. I'm assuming you forgot the part where you tried to kill Rukia?"

Grimmjow blinked. "Oh…" He said. "Yeah."

"Fuck you." Ichigo scoffed. "Think about all the shit you've done, then tell me there's no fucking reason."

Grimmjow scowled. "What the fuck ever." He grumbled. Operation get on Ichigo's good side had been a complete failure. "I should have killed you a long time ago."

"Likewise." Ichigo hissed, and then stood up from the couch. "You're lucky I'm not like you, or I'd just do it now." He walked away, toward the stairs.

"Where are you going?" Grimmjow barked.

"To get Nel to kick you the fuck out of her room." Ichigo shouted without turning his head back, and just continued up the stairs.

Grimmjow scoffed, and stared down at his feet and the floor beneath him.

"Maybe we should say something to console him?" Dondochakka was probably trying to whisper, but failing miserably.

"Why should we?" Pesche replied in a rather whiny voice. Grimmjow was ready to run his zanpakto through both their heads at once. "I mean look, he's so ugly…" Pesche was peaking around the corner of the hall that lead to the exit. Grimmjow got up from his seat, and Pesche yelped and hid behind the wall again.

Ichigo didn't want to bug Nel- she was probably asleep after all. So instead he stood up in the hall, staring at one of the walls, hoping Grimmjow would just leave on his own.

He waited about three minutes before he heard a loud crash from downstairs. His eyes widened and he hurried down to see if Grimmjow had destroyed anything. But the room he'd been sitting on was empty, and nothing looked out of place.

He continued into the room to get a full view of it but still, nothing seemed broken, and Grimmjow was definitely gone.

Ichigo scoffed to himself and turned to go back up the stairs to the room he was staying in. He needed to sleep.

Ichigo may have been strong as hell now, but there was one thing he still lacked, and Grimmjow was beginning to realize how much he could take advantage of that. Normally even when he hid his reiatsu, especially when so close by, at least some would leak out. But the amount was little enough to keep someone as terrible at sensing it as Ichigo from realizing he was still there.

Hiding in the closet felt so pathetic, but after using sonido to zip past Ichigo and up the stairs, he had to find a place fast. He'd only been inside less than a minute before Ichigo came sauntering into the room. Grimmjow could see him through the crack between the doors.

Before getting into bed, Ichigo started to look around, as if he sensed something was off. Grimmjow started to get tense, was he picking up on the spiritual pressure? What the hell would Ichigo think if he found Grimmjow hiding in his closet.

When the shinigami shrugged it off and fell backwards onto the bed, Grimmjow pressed his eye closer to the hole. Was he just going to sleep in his shinigami clothes like that? Grimmjow could have slapped himself for hoping at least for some shirt removal.

After a while, Ichigo sighed, and rolled over so he was facing away from the closet. Grimmjow was starting to get annoyed by this, wondering if Ichigo was asleep or not, and how long it would take him to get that way. Not that he had any idea what the hell he was going to do when Ichigo did fall asleep, but at very least he could sneak out and forget this ever happened.

Ichigo didn't seem to be close to falling asleep by any meaning of the word. He kept rolling around, shifting. His eyes were shut most of the time, but sometimes they were open, and that made it obvious. Apparently he couldn't sleep. Maybe he had issues with sleeping in a bed that wasn't his.

Grimmjow was becoming not only annoyed, but tired. Watching someone roll around in bed is nowhere near as enjoyable as it might sound, even if it is someone you desperately want to fuck. If nothing else, it just pissed Grimmjow off more on the whole subject. But he was too tired to complain.

"What the fuck?" was the likeness of a cocka-doodle-doo that Grimmjow woke up to. He shifted first, noting the uncomfortable, hard floor beneath his back, then blinked until his eyes opened.

"Why the hell are you in the closet!" Ichigo's eyes were disturbingly more angry-looking than usual. Grimmjow frowned, just staring up at him in question, until what was going on finally registered in his brain.

"Shit…" He'd been caught. When the hell did he fall asleep?

"Don't 'shit' me!" Ichigo barked. "Did you do something nasty to me while I was sleeping?" He began feeling himself for infestations in odd places, and it was somewhat amusing to watch.

Grimmjow sighed. "Calm down, Shinigami." He lazily pushed himself to his feet. "I didn't do anything."

"Then why the fuck are you in the closet!" Ichigo waved a fist in front of him.

"I didn't say I wasn't going to do anything. But I never got around to it." Grimmjow shrugged.

"Bitch! So you were going to do something nasty… I need to take a shower."

A tiny smile quirked at the edges of Grimmjow's lips, luckily he was facing the other way.

"Seriously, why are you still here?" Ichigo was calmer now.

Grimmjow looked back at him over one shoulder. "I don't have anything better to do." He said. Ichigo just continued to frown.

"Don't you have some puppies to kick or something?" He groaned. "Anyway, you can't be here anymore. Nel doesn't even know."

"Whatever, Kurosaki." Grimmjow cut him off, and leaned against the wall next to the door. "This is Las Noches, our place. I'm not exactly inclined to listen to you."

"Fine, then I'll just get Nel to throw you out." Ichigo started for the door.

Before he made it a step outside Grimmjow grabbed him by the sleeve and yanked him around until his back was against the wall. Then he stepped in, slid a leg between the shinigami's legs, held his wrists above his head and pinned him there.

"Gr-Grimmjow…" Ichigo's struggle was panicked and half-hearted. It had to be, or he would have easily gotten away.

"Kurosaki." Grimmjow shoved his knee into Ichigo's crotch, almost so violently that it hurt, but it was still more of a rough rub. Grimmjows body shifted closer until it was molded with his, until he felt like they were standing in exactly the same place against that wall.

"Don't run away." Grimmjow's voice was hoarse and scratchy.

"Like hell I-," He was cut off when the thigh between his legs started to rock against him.

Grimmjow was on fire, he felt like there wasn't enough oxygen to breath as heavily as he needed to right now. He wanted to do so much. He wanted that mouth, to feel how it felt and learn how it tasted. He wanted to touch Ichigo's lean body more, with his hands, wanted to remove the damn robes and see it all. He wanted to dominate it, smother it, engulf it, make it disappear beneath him. His whole body ached with the need to consume this hot little shinigami…

…but right now it was a pain in the ass just keeping the squirmy brat in place.

"Fuck." Grimmjow growled into his ear. "Just fucking stay still."

Ichigo froze at these orders. He was tired, and his legs were beginning to feel like they were going to give out with that damn thigh rubbing against him like that. So when Grimmjow said stop, he couldn't help but stop, and pant.

Grimmjow was surprised at the compliance, and had rather frozen as well. This certainly didn't feel like consent but at least he hadn't been sliced in half yet.

"Grimmjow…" Ichigo spoke under his breath.

"Don't." Grimmjow growled. "Don't you dare fucking make me stop now."

Ichigo scowled. "If I had Zangetsu…" He was cut off by a tongue shoved down his throat, and his mouth entirely covered so he couldn't breath. His hands were suddenly released, but the way another pair immediately started groping his torso made it mean that much less.

As Grimmjow's tongue violated every inch of his mouth, Ichigo was finding it hard to stay in his right mind. It shouldn't have surprised him so much, but he was actually pretty damn good at this. Though he wasn't nearly as forceful or rough as Kenpachi had been…

Suddenly Ichigo felt sick to his stomach, but didn't have the energy to push Grimmjow away. So instead he just pulled his mouth away, and looked up. Grimmjow's lips immediately moved to his neck, biting and suckling his adam's apple, lapping at it like a cat. But it wasn't long before he stopped.

"What the hell is it, Kurosaki?" He hated quitting now, but like hell was he going to keep doing this if Ichigo was just going to stand there like a brainless blow-up doll.

"I don't know." Ichigo kept his head bent back and his eyes fixed on that ceiling.

"Well, sorry for being just a little insensitive toward your denial, but I can't fucking wait anymore. So either give me what I want or kill me now."

Ichigo looked at him, deep into his blue eyes that were so close. His mind focused on the warm breath against his lips, the way it shook, as if it was taking every fiber of Grimmjow's being to hold back. Ichigo had to feel a twinge of excitement with this, being wanted this much, something that had come on a lot sooner when he'd been drunk.

Almost as if he'd read his mind, Grimmjow's lips were on his again. This time, Ichigo leaned into it, kissed back, and gesture that went right to Grimmjow's groin. Their tongues tangled, bodies rocked against each other with the desire to become one. With time, Ichigo's hands found their way into Grimmjow's hair, fisting and tugging, finger-tips grinding against his scalp. All with his tongue sliding deep in the shinigami's hot mouth.

The moment Grimmjow felt Ichigo's hard on, his excitement went through the roof. He fumbled to lift Ichigo off the ground by his thighs, and Ichigo seemed to comply by wrapping his arms around Grimmjow's neck. Grimmjow carried him around, and tossed him onto the bed.

Ichigo lay there, staring at Grimmjow who was standing at the food of the bed with an insane smile on his face. He felt like he should say something, protest, but none of it would pass his lips. Especially not after Grimmjow yanked his own shirt off, and started to crawl on top of him.

"Kurosaki." Grimmjow whispered, and then grunted as he took Ichigo's mouth with his own again. He reached down and pushed Ichigo's thigh up, hoping to wrap it around his waist, just like he'd always imagined, and once against, Ichigo complied. He arched off the bed to slide more closely against Grimmjow's body, hands dragged roughly down his smooth back. Grimmjow was sloppily tugging at Ichigo's hakama, but found it hard to do everything at once.

"Damn it." He had to detach his mouth from Ichigo's, and straddle him to get a good grip on the damn clothes so they would come off. Ichigo was blushing all the way to his ears, red as a strawberry, and with the kind of begging eyes that were about to drive Grimmjow crazy...

"What do you think you're doing?"

Both of them froze at the sound of a very soft, small, but somehow menacing voice from outside the room.

"N-nel!" In a second, Ichigo was shoving Grimmjow off. Damn it, how the hell did he fucking forget where he was. He couldn't just have sex with random people in Nel's guest room!

Grimmjow, on the other hand, wasn't going to give up so easily. He insisted on staying on top of Ichigo, and just looked back at her. "Get the fuck out." He ordered.

Nel didn't answer, at least not with words. With a step of sonido she was right next to the bed, and did a sort of half round-house kick, knocking Grimmjow off of Ichigo and against the closet door.

Ichigo stared at her with wide eyes, hiding behind his disheveled clothes.

Grimmjow grumbled, and shook off the pain in his head from when in smacked against the doorframe. "Bitch."

Neliel loomed over him. "Leave." She ordered. He'd definitely lost his erection, but now he was just pissed off. He glanced at Ichigo, who's face was a mix of surprise and regret.

"Ah, Nel… it wasn't his…" Ichigo tried.

"Shut up." Nel jerked her head back to him. "I'd have to be stupid not to know that. And you have to be stupid to defend him even so." Ichigo shut up. Nel turned back to Grimmjow, who was just coming back to his feet. "Get out, now." She commanded.

Grimmjow snickered, annoyed, and stood up straight. He looked at Ichigo again, who at this point was just looking anywhere but him. "We'll pick this up later, Shinigami." He said, and Ichigo's eyes widened.

With that, Grimmjow left the room.

A/n- Once again, this wrote itself. I don't have a beta, and right now I'm too tired to beta myself, and I don't want to put off posting this anymore. So there ya go. Sorry for any weird mistakes.