Sex and Football

Mirrors: I'm glad you liked it! I guess it was a random choice for a threesome, lol, but I love Zaraki. I mentioned him in chapter one because I knew I wanted to bring him back for a nice threesome.
Amy: I'm glad you like this fic! Yeah, it's pretty smutty and over the top, but it's pretty fun to write. I've actually been so busy lately, I completely forgot to update until I got your latest review! This last chapter has been sitting on my hard drive for several days, just waiting to be proofread, so here it is. You'll be happy to know that I'm working on the next chapter of Growing up Hisagi now ^^ Oh, man, I have these one-shot ideas floating around my head too, there's just not enough time in the day to write!
Boogermeister : Thanks!
miszxbrii: Perverts have all the fun ^_^
Kazes: Aww, it's too bad you don't like Zaraki. I love him. He'll actually be back later, eventually, but mostly because I want to get him together with another character. . . but that's not for awhile. As far as plot goes. . . well, at least in my mind, these characters all have back stories and stuff. Not sure if I will ever go into them, but it's an option.
Karas-chan: Eventually I do plan on having their relationship evolve. I'm thinking that at some point Ichigo will need to reevaluate what he wants from Grimmjow, but that will be several chapters down. Until then it'll be just smut, really, with little hints that their relationship is changing without either one noticing. At least I hope that's the way it will go. Let's see if I carry it off ^^
YaoiFan: I'm trying to make each chapter a little bit different, but it's hard with smut, lol. My personal fave chapter so far is actually the first. I hope that you enjoy this chapter too!
satterb: Haha, well, there aren't enough pearl-implant c**ks in fanfiction. I just wanted to add some diversity.
FrostieSoul: Oh, I love Kenpachi. He'll be back later on in this fic so you'll see him again!
Akagypsy: No, thank you! It's great to know that people are reading and enjoying this little fic, it really spurs me to keep writing.
Namira: Why, thank you! That's quite the compliment, you're making me blush!
Deminos: Thank you so much! Possesive!Grimmjow is a lot of fun to write.
Pickles: Haha, thanks. I was almost going to cut that part out, so I'm really glad you liked it!
frenchdiamond_1: You know, I have no idea if I'm ever going to have Ichigo top Grimmjow in this fic. I actually usually like fiction where there's no set top or bottom, but the way I have their dynamics set up, I'm just not sure how I would go about it. Ah, well, I guess I'll have to think about it ^^ If it's something people want to see, I'll definitely try to work it in, but probably not until the end of the fic.

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Chapter Four


"To rich friends!" Yumichika cheered as he clinked his glass against Ikkaku's and Ichigo's.

"Though to be fair," Ikkaku said, "this box belongs to his company."

"Doesn't change the fact that he's now rich," Yumichika said, lifting a glass of white wine oh-so-elegantly to his lips. Even when he was dressed in men's clothing, his mannerisms were still a little on the feminine side.

As it was, the three of them were seated in a box in Ajinomoto Stadium, full bar and snacks complimentary. The box was owned by Urahara Promotions, but Ichigo had never used it before. He had never been interested; besides, this was the first time that he had been able to bring friends with him. It was one of the perks of having a client on the team.

But, even as he was sitting there, Ichigo couldn't believe that this day had already come. It was the first game of the season, and the stadium was filled to near capacity with excited fans, ready to start the season. Even in the box Ichigo could feel the frenzy, hear the happy screams and see encouraging signs unfurling in the wind. And to think that Grimmjow was part of that excitement.

Grimmjow had moved to Tokyo as soon as he graduated, and had demanded the key to Ichigo's apartment. He had shown up almost every night that summer, to the point that Ichigo was amazed that he still had energy for practice. At the very least, being able to fuck every day meant that their sessions weren't the all-night marathons that had once dominated their relationship. Ichigo had to admit that he was relieved for that.

Grimmjow had also, surprisingly, impressed Ukitake. Enough that Ukitake was planning on subbing him into this game, once he thought the moment was right. Ichigo was just glad that Grimmjow hadn't gotten into any fights or scandals with his teammates, and that he seemed to be taking practice seriously. And to top it off, Ikkaku had convinced Sports Nippon to do the article Ichigo had pitched, and a few other outlets had picked it up as well. Grimmjow was definitely now a person to watch, and there was a lot of buzz surrounding him. Hopefully, he would deliver on it.

"Hey," Yumichika said, all of a sudden smoothing his hair, "is it my imagination or has that guy been checking me out?"

"It's your imagination," Ikkaku grunted, as both he and Ichigo turned to see.

"Hey! Don't look!"

"How the hell are we supposed to see if we can't look?" Ikkaku asked.

Yumichika pouted as he turned the question over in his head. "Well. . . fine. Look, but be subtle about it, for God's sake."

Ichigo tried to turn just enough that he could see the guy out of the corner of his eyes. There were several people in the box. Urahara Promotions tried to maintain good relationships with many different companies, for obvious reasons. So any big shots from said companies were often offered seats in company boxes for sporting events and the like. It addition to being good for professional relationships, it was also a useful way for agents, especially inexperienced ones, to network and build connections. Ichigo figured that's exactly what he should be doing, but there was more time for that later.

At any rate, it was easy to see who Yumichika was talking about, because there was indeed a man looking in their direction. He was seated on the leather couch, his arms resting against the back and his legs stretched out in front of him. He held a brandy snifter in one hand, brown liquid swirling languidly inside. His short, chestnut hair was slicked back, revealing handsome features, and a self-confident expression that showed he knew exactly how good looking he was.

"Do you know who he is?" Yumichika asked, but Ichigo shook his head no.

"Hey," Ikkaku said, looking like he wanted the conversation changed and fast, "they're introducing the players."

In addition to the view of the field, there was also a large plasma screen television in the room so that they could see whenever the camera close-upped on anything. They watched as the announcer stated the name of each player, while the camera zoomed in on the person's face. Ikkaku and Yumichika cheered and clapped as Grimmjow's name was called, and the man's smug smirk was broadcast the the world.

"He certainly looks handsome tonight," Yumichika said.

"I agree," came a smooth, deep voice. The three of them turned to see the man who had been glancing at them earlier. He stood at their table, eyes fixed on Ichigo. "He's very photogenic. My name's Aizen Sosuke; you must be Kurosaki Ichigo."

Aizen held his hand, and Ichigo took it.

"Do you mind if I take a seat?" Aizen asked, smiling as he leaned closer to Ichigo.

Ichigo didn't particularly care, although he was confused as to how this man knew his name and what he wanted from him. "Go ahead."

Aizen slid into the seat next to Ichigo, placing his arms on the armrests as he leaned back. Now, close up, Ichigo could see that Aizen was, indeed, extremely handsome. He was somewhat older than Ichigo, and obviously had money to spend. This latter fact was evidenced by the sleek grey lines of what looked to be a custom-made suit, exactly tailored to flatter Aizen's already fit body. "I'm an executive director with Brand X Marketing. I'm sure you've heard of us, we've dealt with your agency in the past."

Ichigo nodded. Brand X was a pretty big company, and developed all sorts of advertisement and marketing campaigns for many different brands. Ichigo knew that they had just finished working on a series of print ads for Asics, the sneaker company, and had done an extremely high-profile commercial with PETA recently.

"I'm currently doing a print ad series for a new high end clothing line. It's a fairly large undertaking. The company has already bought billboard space throughout Tokyo, and we've signed Nemu Nemu-"

"Oooh," Yumichika interrupted, leaning forward a bit. "Nemu Nemu, the model and actress? She just finished filming that science fiction movie where she plays an artificially created life form. There was a rumor that she was romantically involved with the actor who played her father."

Aizen smiled politely at Yumichika before turning back to Ichigo. "Yes, well. We want a man to shoot with her. And, to be honest, Grimmjow is exactly what the company had in mind. Do you think he'd be interested in doing a modeling shoot?"

"Definitely," Ichigo said, knowing an opportunity when he saw one. Grimmjow wouldn't be happy about it, exactly, but he was under contract. Part of his job was doing these kinds of things, and Brand X was an important company to be on good terms with.

"Good," Aizen said. He leaned even closer to Ichigo. "And I take it you'll be closely involved, if he accepts the job?"

"Umm. . . yeah."

"Then I'll have something to look forward to." Aizen smiled again, but for some reason this smile brought a slight blush to Ichigo's cheeks. Aizen produced a business card from his jacket, which Ichigo took with hesitant fingers. "Please do call me, for whatever reason. Otherwise, I'll be in touch with you through your agency."

Ichigo nodded. "I look forward to working with you."

All three of them watched Aizen leave the box before saying anything.

"You have all the luck when it comes to cute guys," Yumichika complained, almost bitterly.

"What?" Ichigo asked, the blush deepening just a little bit. "What are you talking about?"

"I mean, you're already dating a hot jock, and now some hot shot executive is flirting with you." Yumichika sighed and fluttered his eyelashes. "You have to tell me your secret, Ichigo."

Ikkaku rolled his eyes, while Ichigo frowned.

"He wasn't flirting with me," Ichigo insisted. Aizen was probably just being friendly. He wanted to transact a business deal, after all, there was no way he was interested in Ichigo like that. And as for Grimmjow. . . "And Grimmjow and I aren't dating."

"Oh?" Yumichika asked, raising a delicate eyebrow. "Even after all these months?"

Ichigo shrugged. He hadn't really thought about it, and the time had gone by so quickly. Both Ikkaku and Yumichika were looking at him with the same curious expressions, but it was Ikkaku who eventually asked the question.

"Do you want to be dating?"

"No," Ichigo replied, quickly. He scowled at the ridiculousness of the question. "Of course not."

"In that case," Yumichika said, "maybe you should pursue things with Mr. Executive."

Ichigo was about to say that was even more ridiculous when he felt someone's hand squeeze his shoulder. He turned back to see Inoue beaming at him. She was wearing a 50s style button-down dress, which was a marked difference from the sharp pantsuits she usually wore at the office and to business events. There was a man standing behind her, his long crimson hair tied up in a high ponytail. He looked vaguely familiar, but Ichigo couldn't remember how.

"Kurosaki-kun! This is the first time I've seen you here!"

"Hey, Inoue. I figured since Grimmjow's my client, I should come support him."

"Oh, that's so nice of you." Inoue grinned, then pulled her red-headed friend forward. "Have you met my client Renji? He's the star goalkeeper for F.C. Tokyo."

Ichigo blinked at that, but before he could ask the question Renji was answering it.

"Injury," Renji said, a lopsided smile on his face. "I'm sidelined from games until it heals."

"Oh." Renji seemed like a nice enough guy. He was tall and certainly very striking looking. He was wearing a t-shirt, and Ichigo could see that his arms were decorated in those tribal designs that were so popular among western tattoo artists. Ichigo turned back to Inoue, who seemed to be scanning the room. "You have a client for the other team, too, right Inoue?"

"Hmm?" Inoue turned back to Ichigo and nodded. "He's out on the field right now, actually."

"It must be nice to have so many good clients." Ichigo had only said it to make conversation, but apparently Inoue took it to mean Ichigo was feeling down about his status as an agent.

"Oh, don't worry, Ichigo, you'll be there in no time." She patted Ichigo on the head a few times, prompting snickers from Yumichika and Ikkaku. "Have you been working on getting any new clients?"

As a matter of fact, he hadn't. Ichigo knew that his two non-Grimmjow clients would never be big money makers, but he still tried to represent them the best that he could. So he had been focusing on the three clients he already had, relying on Grimmjow's success in order to keep in good standing with Urahara. But it was true, as an agent he should be able to handle numerous clients.

"Oh!" Inoue exclaimed, in the middle of scanning again. She pointed through the glass at another box. "I see him! The Pocari Sweat C.E.O. is in the manager's box. Let's go, Renji."

Inoue turned back for a second to smile at Ichigo. She held her hands up in the air, revealing crossed fingers. "Wish me luck!"

"Good luck," Ichigo said. He had to admit, Inoue really went that extra mile for her clients. She was always thinking about how to help them, always searching out the best ways to do so. It made him feel like he should step up his game.

"Maybe you should be talking to the Pocari Sweat guy," Yumichika asked, but Ichigo only shrugged. It's not like he could go after him now that Inoue was trying to work some angle.

"Oh, shit," Ikkaku said. The other two turned to face him, but he was staring out onto the field. Yumichika and Ichigo looked out to, to see F.C. Tokyo holding a mini-celebration of sorts before they had to get back on the field. "Your boy just fell over and still managed to score a goal."

Sure enough, the clip was being replayed over all the screens in the stadium. In it, Grimmjow approached the net only to have one of the opposing players get in his way. They both tripped, but after falling Grimmjow actually managed to roll himself back onto his feet near the ball, and took the kick. The ball flew in a perfect arch into the net, and a horn sounded the first goal of the game.

"Oh, come on, guys," Ikkaku said, a little disappointed in his friends. That play had been amazing, sure to be played on all those sports clip shows, and Ichigo and Yumichika had missed it. "Shouldn't you be watching the game?"

Yumichika shrugged. "I guess it was cool."

"Actually," Ichigo admitted, "I never really got in to football."

"You're kidding," Ikkaku said. He shook his head as he brought a bottle of beer to his lips. "What sport did you play in high school?"

"I practiced martial arts," Ichigo replied.

"Huh. That sounds typical of you."

Ichigo took a gulp of his beer before turning his attention to the game. It wasn't exactly true that he didn't like football. He enjoyed playing it, just not watching it. Although that was his position with most sports. He just got antsy watching things when he could be out doing something instead.

"How does the J. League work, anyway?" Ichigo asked, figuring that he really should learn about these things. He was, after all, a sports agent.

"It's simple," Ikkaku said. He looked all too happy to explain. But then, it probably wasn't often that he was actually knowledgeable about something. "The J. League has eighteen teams, and they each play thirty-four games, twice against each opponent, one home and one away. It's a round robin tournament, and they get points according to whether they win, tie, or lose. Whoever has the most points at the end of the tournament wins."

"Okay," Ichigo said, "that seems simple enough. Is F.C. Tokyo any good?"

Ikkaku shrugged at the question. "Well, yeah, I guess. Last time they came in fifth, but now with Grimmjow and the other new players, they seem to have more depth. Plus Renji will be back soon enough. He had to sit out the last several games last season."

"Who was first last season?" Ichigo asked, somewhat curious to know.

"Kashima Antlers. Third year in a row. I fucking hate them." Ikkaku, being from Kanagawa, was a fan of the Kawasaki Frontale. The team that had apparently come second to the Kasima Antlers last year. "I hope that Cifer asshole gets hit by a football and dies."

"My, my," Yumichika said, an amused cadence to his voice. "I can't believe you're so bitter about a sports tournament."

Ikkaku sighed. "You guys just don't understand."

Kahima Antlers. Ichigo remembered the name because they had wanted to recruit Grimmjow as well, and had actually been willing to pay more than F.C. Tokyo. He wondered why Grimmjow was so insistent about coming to Tokyo, but it's not like that mattered anymore. The fact was Grimmjow was here now.

Ichigo turned back to the window, determined to watch the rest of Grimmjow's game. The game ended up being F.C. Tokyo's win, with a final score of 1-0. Ichigo could see the players on the field, obviously congratulating Grimmjow for the goal. He knew that they had plans to celebrate together, and he watched as they eventually left the field, on their way to the locker room. Which was fine, because Ichigo and his friends were planning on celebrating as well.

They made their way to their favorite bar, where Ichigo was surprised to see that Ishida and Chad were already there. Ichigo had actually spent some time debating whether he should invite Ishida or not, before deciding that it would be too strange not to. Ishida would probably always be a big part of his life, even if they weren't dating anymore. The two men had already gotten a table, and had ordered drinks for everyone. Ichigo sat down next to Ishida as the others took their seats as well.

"Congratulations on the debut of your new client," Ishida said, raising his glass. The others did the same, toasting to Ichigo's professional success.

"Thanks, guys," Ichigo said.

"You missed the news," Ishida said, "it was pretty amazing. They kept replaying the clip of Grimmjow and saying how incredible the shot was. I wouldn't be surprised if Adidas starts calling after this."

Ichigo nodded, a little uncomfortable to hear his ex-boyfriend discussing his current. . . lover? He couldn't bring himself to refer to Grimmjow as his fuck buddy, no matter how many times Yumichika said it. At any rate, Ichigo supposed that it had been long enough that he could start dating again, but he still hadn't told Ishida about Grimmjow. He didn't know how he would even bring that up: "Hey, Ishida, you know my new client? Well, he's actually fucking me raw every night. Most days I can't even walk straight."

No. It wasn't something that he needed to bring up.

"I hope so," Ichigo said, instead. "It would definitely get Urahara off my back."

Ishida chuckled lightly at that. "Come on, I'm sure he's been nothing but nice to you since you've signed Grimmjow."

"Yeah, well, that won't last long unless I pull some more money into the company." Ichigo had forgotten how easy it was to talk to Ishida. He remembered when they had first met, Ishida had pretty much hated him. It was incredible that they had even started dating, let alone last so long. Still, Ichigo had to admit that Ishida had most likely been right about breaking up. It was much more fun to be like this, talking and hanging out as friends.

He spent almost the next hour just talking to Ishida, catching up. Ichigo complained about the hours Urahara had him working at the moment. Ishida complained about medical school and about his father. Ryuken had, quite expectantly, been ecstatic when he heard that Ishida had broken up with Ichigo. He had wasted no time trying to introduce Ishida to a friend's son, another medical student in Tokyo.

In the background, Ichigo could hear Chad catching up with Ikkaku and Yumichika. After a lull in the conversation with Ishida, he excused himself and went to talk to his best friend. It had been awhile since he had seen Chad, and was excited to catch up.

"You owe me a dango," Chad said as Ichigo took the chair beside him. His lips were pulled into a small smile, but it was about as mysterious as the rest of him. He really hadn't changed since high school. Tall, dark, and handsome, Chad would be perfectly cast as the brooding hero in a action movie.

"Do I?" Ichigo asked.

Chad only quirked an eyebrow minutely at Ichigo's ignorance, looking extremely amused. "You really don't remember?"

Ichigo racked his brain, but he really had no idea what Chad was talking about.

"Think eight grade, hanging out in my room after school."

The statement only confused Ichigo. But then, like a flash, he remembered what Chad was talking about. His eyes lit up as a smile stretched across his face. "You're kidding!"

"We start recording on Tuesday."

"That's great, Chad! Congratulations!" Ichigo could finally remember that afternoon. It was a lot like any of their afternoons around that age, hanging out in Chad's room killing time. Chad had been fooling around on his bass guitar, Ichigo had been on his back on the floor reading comics. Chad had said something about not being any good at playing. Ichigo had said something to the tune of that was ridiculous, that one day Chad would be in an amazing band, and Ichigo would buy him a dango the day he was signed to a major record label. "I can't believe it!"

Ichigo started asking all sorts of questions about the deal, excited for his friend. Chad was so talented, it was about time someone recognized it. In Ichigo's opinion, this was long overdue. He was so caught up in talking and celebrating that he didn't notice as someone entered the bar and started to walk towards the table. He was in the middle of laughing at something Chad said when he head Ikkaku say his name. Ichigo looked up, only to see Grimmjow there, dressed to kill in slim jeans and a black leather jacket. He was glaring down at Chad, his lips twisted into an ugly scowl.

"Ichigo," he growled, "we're going home."

Ichigo flushed, but he wasn't sure whether it was from embarrassment or anger. He wondered how Grimmjow knew he was here, but then figured Urahara had told him. As it was, the air around them was frozen as the others stared up at Grimmjow's loud command. Ishida and Chad looked equally surprised. Ikkaku looked like he'd rather be somewhere else right now, while Yumichika looked like he couldn't be more excited to see what was going to happen.

"I thought you were drinking with your teammates," Ichigo said, a little lamely.

"Get up," Grimmjow said. His eyes were still fixed on Chad, but he reached a hand out for Ichigo's arm. His hand never got there, though, because Chad grabbed Grimmjow's arm by the wrist.

"That's no way to talk to your agent," Chad said, before pushing Grimmjow's hand away with no small amount of force.

Grimmjow's eyes narrowed. He opened his mouth to snarl something when Ichigo got up.

"Fine, let's go," Ichigo said, pushing against Grimmjow's chest. Ichigo was sure that Grimmjow was getting the wrong idea about Chad. He was also sure that Ishida now knew exactly what was going on between Ichigo and Grimmjow. He wanted to get out of here as fast as possible. He looked back as he pushed Grimmjow out the door. Everyone at the table still looked a little dazed, but Ichigo was sure that Yumichika would smooth things over for him.

Once they got outside, Ichigo fell into step beside the taller man and glared up at him. Grimmjow looked furious, even though he had no right to be.

"What the hell is your problem?" Ichigo almost yelled, wondering exactly what Grimmjow was thinking.

"What's my problem?" Grimmjow snarled, looking at Ichigo in disbelief. "My problem? I'm not the one getting drunk with an ex-boyfriend."

Ichigo cursed Urahara in his mind. He never should have invited his boss to go out with them, but it's not like he had known he was going to tell Grimmjow. And even if Grimmjow knew. . . "First of all, I can get drunk with my ex-boyfriend whenever I feel like it. We're friends, you asshole, that's it. And second of all, Chad's not even my ex-boyfriend, the guy sitting next to him was."

"That skinny guy?" Grimmjow asked, sounding a little bewildered.

But Ichigo wasn't going to let him off the hook that easily. "I can go out drinking with whoever the hell I want. Just because you're jealous-"

"Jealous?" Grimmjow's eyes flashed red, and the next thing Ichigo knew his head was slamming against a wall. Grimmjow's hands were fisted in the front of his shirt, holding him against the wall, and Ichigo realized that he had been pulled into a nearby alleyway. "Like I'd get jealous over a little bitch cunt like you. I just don't want anyone jacking up that hole of yours without my permission."

"You're so full of bullshit," Ichigo said, almost spitting out the words. "I've got my own life, so grow up and handle it."

They glared at each other, both of them breathing heavily. The noises from the street, just a few feet away, seemed like world away.

"Fuck," Grimmjow finally said, his grip tightening on Ichigo's shirt. "Fuck. You're so fucking sexy when you're mad."

Ichigo made a muffled noise of surprise as lips crashed into his. He pushed his hands against Grimmjow's chest, but the other man wasn't moving. Instead, he bit hard onto Ichigo's lips, enough to draw blood and get Ichigo to yelp in pain. Grimmjow took the opportunity the noise presented to shove his tongue deep into Ichigo's mouth, tasting Ichigo's spit and the faint aftertaste of too much beer.

Grimmjow pushed Ichigo's legs apart with his own legs and ground his hip in an upwards motion. It forced their cocks against each other, Ichigo moaning as he discovered they were both completely rock hard. He didn't even know when that had happened, but now he didn't really care. He let Grimmjow grind against him, humping him harshly through his clothes. It felt so good Ichigo thought he might just come in his pants. But then Grimmjow reached down and unzipped both their pants.

"Don't," Ichigo said, breaking their kissing, "anyone walking by can see."

"Then you better keep your pretty mouth shut," Grimmjow replied. "Wouldn't want to bring attention to yourself."

Grimmjow had their cocks out and was rubbing them against each other. It felt so good, feeling Grimmjow's cock against his, feeling them squeezed together. Ichigo bit hard on his lip to keep from moaning.

Grimmjow's cock was oozing pre-cum, he was so hard. It dripped out slowly, but soon it was all over his hand, all over both their cocks. It looked delicious. Grimmjow's cock always looked good enough to eat, at least to Ichigo. Even right now he wanted to take the huge head up it into his mouth, wanted to lap up all that pre-cum and then suck out more. As he thought about licking up all that delicious ooze, Ichigo felt himself coming.

His hands reached back to try to grab, futilely, at the wall. His teeth slid off his lip, and he found himself uttering a cry as his face scrunched up in ecstasy. His cock jerked against Grimmjow' hand, shooting thin jets up cum out in long stringy arches to coat Grimmjow's cock. It wasn't long before Grimmjow's still moving hand was spreading the hot stuff all over both their cocks.

"Turn around," Grimmjow said.

"Not here," Ichigo protested, all too aware that it was only a matter of time before someone walked by. "Let's get a hotel room."

"Can't wait. I need to be inside that tight little hole of yours now." Grimmjow looked up, eyes catching on a dumpster further in the alleyway. He half-pulled, half-carried Ichigo behind it. To Ichigo's immense surprise, Grimmjow actually took off his jacket and laid it on the ground before shoving Ichigo roughly onto it.

Ichigo's back hit the leather-covered ground with a thud. He had barely landed when Grimmjow started to peel off his pants, and soon they were in a pile in the corner. From this position, the two men were mostly covered by the dumpster, though their lower bodies were still visible. Anyone walking by could probably look in to see Ichigo's bare legs, with Grimmjow's legs standing in between them.

Grimmjow stood up. He grabbed onto Ichigo's ankles and lifted his legs in the air in a V shape. It lifted Ichigo's ass and lower back off the ground, almost uncomfortably so. Grimmjow only grinned as he looked down, that little puckered entrance coming into view. Over the last few months Grimmjow had trained it well, and now it was twitching in anticipation of having Grimmjow's huge cock inside of it.

"So cute," Grimmjow said, before spitting onto the hole. His spit landed around its rim, and he used a finger to force it into Ichigo's hole. He forced his finger in and out a few teams, loving the way Ichigo's hole quickly spread open to accommodate him. "Your hole looks extra hungry today."

Ichigo groaned as he felt his legs being lifted even higher. He was almost upside down, and his arms scrambled to maintain balance. Soon he only had his head, shoulders, and forearms on the ground, as his ass was lifted up in the air to meet Grimmjow's cock. Grimmjow did his best to hold onto Ichigo with one hand, and grabbed his cock with the other. He pointed it downward, and squatted down into Ichigo's hole. Ichigo cried out with the intrusion. He had never been fucked from this angle before, and it felt ridiculously amazing.

Once he was halfway in, Grimmjow let go of his cock and grabbed Ichigo's leg again. He held onto Ichigo's thighs as he lifted Ichigo up onto his cock, while at the same time pushing himself down into his hole. Soon he was buried to the hilt, and he swore he felt deeper than ever before in this new position. Once he was in he started moving, holding Ichigo's legs still as he repeatedly thrust downward into that hole.

"So fucking good," Grimmjow said, moaning. He really had a great view looking down, could see his cock disappearing into Ichigo again and again at the same time he could see Ichigo's face scrunched up in pleasure, his arms scrambling to make sure he didn't topple over. "How's it feel to have my dick fucking you like this?"

Ichigo shivered as he answered. "So good."

"I fucking bet. Your hole's just gobbling up my dick tonight." All the anger Grimmjow had felt before was being channeled into his thrusts. He wanted to ruin Ichigo's hole, wanted to pound it as hard and as fast as he could. Every thrust elicited a moan or cry from Ichigo, and he could tell the orange-haired man was loving the rough fucking just as much as Grimmjow was. "Fucking whore. There's nothing you love more than getting your guts pounded hard like this."

Ichigo moaned at those words, his hole convulsing around Grimmjow's cock as he came again, just a few thin streams coming out to land on his shirt and chin.

"Look at you," Grimmjow said. He grunted as he picked up his pace even more, Ichigo still gasping and shuddering from his orgasm. "Your hole's going to be a fucking mess when I'm done with it. I'm going to fuck it raw and fill it up."

"Yeah," Ichigo moaned, still shivering. "Fill me up. Shoot a huge load inside of me."

Grimmjow grunted as he came, thrusting as deep inside Ichigo as he could. He could feel hot, thick cum shoot out the tip of his cock. He kept thrusting after he came, and soon his thrusts started to force him cum out of Ichigo. It squelched out around Grimmjow's cock and leaked out over the edges of Ichigo's hole. And Grimmjow kept coming, gout after gout sending more cum into Ichigo's ass, more come out of Ichigo's ass, where it dripped down over his skin.

Finally, Grimmjow was finished. He pulled his cock out of Ichigo's ass, watching as that little hole slowly closed after it.

"Can you squirt it out?" he asked, as he laid Ichigo's legs back down onto the floor.

"If it's not all out already," Ichigo muttered, still out of breath. He bent his legs back and pulled his ass cheeks apart, giving Grimmjow a good look at a hole.

It was puffy and still a little stretched out, and dripping wet. Grimmjow watched as it started to undulate, puckered edge pushing out and apart before closing in again. It did that a few times before Ichigo could push a stream of cum out, where it dribbled down his ass and onto the ground. Grimmjow wasn't sure why he liked the sight of cum running out of Ichigo's ass so much, but there was just something so hot about it. He scooped up a huge glob of semen with his fingers and pushed them into Ichigo's mouth, pleased when Ichigo sucked his fingers clean with no hesitation.

"Do you want me to feed you the rest of it?" Grimmjow asked, smirking.

"Get bent," Ichigo replied. He leaned back on his elbows, sated enough that he didn't even care where they were at the moment. Even though they were having sex everyday now, he always felt so amazing after Grimmjow fucked him. It was like every inch of his body had been thoroughly worked over, though the pleasure was always centered around his well-pounded hole. That full, stretched out feeling was the best, even if it meant his hole would be sore all of the next day. As the immediate pleasure ebbed and flowed out of him, his attention turned back to Grimmjow. "You can't get mad over something like that."

Grimmjow was frowning, but he seemed calmer about everything now. He was always the most rational directly after fucking. "Fine. I get it."

Ichigo nodded, pleased. Then, becoming re-aware of exactly where they were, he got up to survey the situation. His shirt was pretty messy, as was Grimmjow's jacket. His ass and crotch were completely soaked, and there was even dried cum on his chin.

"You wouldn't happen to have tissues, would you?"

Grimmjow, who was looking pretty neat and tidy apart from his wet cock, snickered at Ichigo's predicament. "Fraid not."

Grimmjow tucked himself into his pants as Ichigo used his boxers to wipe himself as clean as he could. He threw the boxers into the dumpster, then pulled his pants back on. At least his pants were clean. Grimmjow collected his jacket from the floor and held it draped between his fingers as he waited for Ichigo.

"Let's go home," Ichigo said.


Next chapter: Grimmjow and Ichigo go to a photoshoot for Brand X, and some interesting things happen in Aizen's office.