Sex and Football

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Chapter Seven


There was a click on the other line of the phone, and then there was silence.

"Hello?" Ichigo asked into his cell. No answer. He had thought that he was finally put off hold, but the lines must have disconnected. Understandable, since they were on the team bus driving through the countryside, some parts of which didn't get service. It wouldn't have mattered anyway, since Ichigo knew what they were going to say when they deemed fit to get on the line anyway. Ichigo had called his top four choices for a publicist, and each one of them had told him pretty much the same thing. Sorry, but they weren't looking to take on any problem clients.

Ichigo wasn't sure what he would do. He crossed a name off his list, then looked over at Grimmjow. The man was asleep and leaning against the glass. Surprisingly, it had been Grimmjow who had suggested taking the team bus to Sendai. Ichigo had been about to book them plane tickets. Apparently, team bonding was something Grimmjow took seriously, and it was amusing for Ichigo to see just how well Grimmjow got along with all his other teammates. Just earlier Grimmjow had been at the front of the bus, playing a drinking game and talking trash with some of the other players. Maybe that had been Zaraki's influence? The man seemed the type to force his players in line.

The bus hit a bump then, and Ichigo found the pen he had been holding flying out of his hand. It rolled to a stop next to a pair of grey snow boots.

"Renji," he said, to the man sitting across the aisle from him. "Do you think you can pick that up for me?"

Renji rubbed at his neck, not even looking at Ichigo as he answered. "Yeah, sure."

His tone was clipped, but he bent down nonetheless to retrieve the pen. Still, he didn't look at Ichigo at all as he held it out to the side. Ichigo took the pen, a little annoyed by the almost non-interaction. He wondered what the other man's problem with him was. Since Ichigo had gotten on the bus, Renji had done everything he could not to look at him or talk to him. This despite the fact that they ended up sitting next to each other, and the fact that everyone around them was asleep right now.

Well, Ichigo guessed it didn't matter. He put his pen and notebook away and zipped up his jacket. . . it was already getting cold, and growing exponentially colder as they continued north. Apparently they were getting more and more above sea level, as well, which had something to do with it. Ichigo hoped that he would be able to get in a good amount of skiing while they were there. He was more excited about something else, though. The team was staying in a traditional ryoken, complete with hot springs. Embarrassingly enough, there was something Ichigo had always wanted on vacation like this, something that he had never mustered up the courage to ask Ishida. He looked back over at Grimmjow. With Grimmjow's libido, he probably wouldn't even have to ask, it would probably just happen on its own.

"Hey, Kurosaki." Ichigo looked up to see of of Grimmjow's teammates standing in the aisle, an arm against the seat in front of Ichigo. He held out his phone. "Thought you and Grimmy would want to see this."

Well, Grimmjow was still asleep, but Ichigo took the phone anyway. It was open to an on-line video, a clip from some popular sports show, where the two hosts sat around and snarked on important sports moments from the week. Ichigo hit play.

". . . football fans everywhere outside of Kashima are clamoring to know more about their new hero. Who knew that F.C. Tokyo's new striker would become the league's most popular player. . . by physically taking out its most hated one? As a die-hard Kawasaki Frontale fan, this reporter has one thing to say: we salute you, Grimmjow Jeagerjaques!"

"You're kidding," Ichigo said.

"Nah, it's the popular sentiment on a bunch of the message boards too. Thought you'd like to know."

"Yeah. Thanks." Ichigo watched as the player took his phone back and went back to the front of the bus. He wondered exactly what this would all mean, when he noticed that Renji was also staring after the other player. Apparently he had been watching the clip as Ichigo had played it.

"Crazy, huh?" Ichigo asked. "I didn't think he'd get any positive media out of this."

Renji's head almost immediately snapped to look out the window. "Umm. . . yeah."

Ichigo scowled. "Look, Renji, do you have some kind of problem with me or something?"

"What?" Renji's head snapped to face him, looking somewhat surprised, before turning back to look out the window. In the second he had been facing Ichigo, Ichigo had been surprised to see that his cheeks were slightly tinged pink. "Of course not!"

"Yeah? That's not what it seems like."

"No. . . I. . . umm. . .look, Isawyouinthelockerroomthattime, okay?" Renji buried his face in his hands.

Ichigo blinked, no clue as to what Renji had just said. He parsed through it in his mind. I saw you in the locker room that time. Ichigo's eyes widened as his cheeks also turned pink. Renji had walked in on Grimmjow and him fucking in the locker room. "Uh. . ."

"I didn't know you were there, I just wanted to check up on Grimmy," Renji said, his words a rush of verbal diarrhea. "And now when I see you I can't help but imagining you naked and moaning and looking good enough to eat. . . "

Ichigo only turned redder at that comment. He turned to look at Grimmjow, who was fortunately still very much asleep. And Renji was still going on, apparently helpless to stop the words that were gushing like a torrent out of his mouth.

". . . get hard just thinking bout it, and I don't need to be pitching tents anytime I look at you, it's ridiculous-"

"Renji," Ichigo said, "shut up already!"

Renji closed his mouth. He lifted his head from his hands to look at Ichigo, revealing the fact that his face was almost the same color as his hair. He only looked at Ichigo for one second before burying his face in his hands again. "Shit. You're so fucking hot."

And then, uttered feebly just a few seconds later: "I didn't even know I was gay."

Ichigo decided that he would just leave Renji alone from now on. Grimmjow was stirring beside him, and he looked over to see the man blinking and stretching as much as he could in the confines of his seat. Grimmjow looked from Ichigo to Renji, and then back to Ichigo again.

"What the hell is up with you two?" he finally asked. "Why are you both bright red?"

"It's nothing," Ichigo said back, and pulled his papers out again. He might as well look for a publicist that would take on Grimmjow. It was better than telling him what they had been talking about.

Once they got to the ryoken, Renji was the first to run out of the bus, which suited Ichigo just fine. He was also embarrassed about the situation, after all. Ichigo and Grimmjow headed to their room to drop off their stuff before heading out. Ichigo's meeting with his potential client was coming up soon, so he had to head out pretty soon. He'd probably have to have the inn call him a taxi.

"What do you think you're going to do while I'm gone?" he asked Grimmjow, who was flopping down onto his bed.

"Get a massage. See if we can switch to a room with one bed instead of two."

Ichigo frowned. Grimmow already had enough problems, the last thing Ichigo wanted was for the media to find out he was gay and having an affair with his agent. "Just make sure not to make it obvious, it's no good if other people find out."

"Yeah, whatever." Grimmjow pushed himself up on his forearms so he could stare at Ichigo. "You going to check out that hot skier?"

Ichigo nodded. Then his mind flashed to his secret goal for this mini-vacation. "I was also thinking that, after I come back, we could maybe. . . go to the hot springs together."

Ichigo was pleased when Grimmjow nodded his agreement. Hopefully, this thing with the skier would go well, and he'd be in the hot springs with Grimmjow soon enough.

"Okay," Ichigo said, "I'm out."

"Good luck," Grimmjow said, the statement surprising Ichigo a little bit.

It didn't take too long to get to the skier's estate, but once he did Ichigo was struck by just how majestic is was. He knew the family was rich. The Kuchiki family even owned a mountain where they practiced skiing in private. Still, Ichigo didn't expect to drive up to find what looked like a sprawling feudal castle, mixed with western elements. It wasn't like anything he had ever seen before. The taxi dropped him off in the middle of a huge circular driveway, directly in front of the estate's entrance. Ichigo had to admit that, walking towards the door, he was a bit nervous. Ichigo knocked, and the door was soon opened by an elderly gentleman in a thick yukata.

"Hello," Ichigo said, "I'm here to see Kuchiki Ginrei."

"Of course," the man said, "please come in."

Ichigo stepped into the house, taking in the the paintings and furniture that decorated the space. Everything looked expensive, at least to his untrained eye. There was nothing overly ornate, just traditional, understated elegance.

"This way, please."

From the man's carriage and way of speaking, Ichigo surmised that he was a servant. He followed him into what must have been a living room and took a seat when gestured to do so.

"Please wait here for Kuchiki-sama."

"Sure," Ichigo said, feeling a little awkward and out of his element as the man left. This family didn't just seem rich, they seemed high-class. After what seemed like forever, the door opened. Ichigo stood up and watch as a stern-looking man made his way into the room. He was older, hair and beard grey, and walked with impossibly straight posture. He came to a stop before Ichigo and raised a hand.

"You must be Kurosaki Ichigo," he said. "My name is Kuchiki Ginrei. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"No," Ichigo said, almost stumbling over his words, "thank you for meeting me."

"Not at all. I apologize that Byakuya's father could not meet you, he has taken ill at the moment. Please, take a seat."

Ichigo did so, then wondered if perhaps he should have waited for Ginrei to do so first. Ginrei took a seat a moment later, though, so he supposed it was fine.

"I have to say," Ginrei said, "I am pleased that you called. Urahara's father was the one in charge of my own career, so I feel as though my grandson will be in capable hands at the company he started."

"Oh," Ichigo replied, somewhat surprised. "I didn't know that."

"Yes, well, that was long ago. Can I offer you some tea, or-"

At that moment the door opened again, and a teenage boy came through the door. Ichigo stood up, though he noticed that Ginrei remained seated as he only gestured towards the boy.

"Byakuya," he said, "you're just in time. This man is Kurosaki Ichigo, and he's interested in becoming your agent. Kurosaki-san, this is my grandson Byakuya."

Byakuya was dressed as though he was about to go skiing, in a silver and white outfit and boots that looked extremely expensive. He looked exactly like his photograph; no, in fact, he was probably more attractive in person, if it wasn't for the arrogance that marred his features. His chin was tilted up as he looked at Ichigo, a hard stare in his eyes.

"Umm. . . it's nice to meet you," Ichigo said, extending his hand. He saw Byakuya's nose wrinkle just slightly as he looked at the offered palm. Receiving no response, Ichigo let his hand drop back to his side. "I hope that we can work together-"

"I decline," Byakuya said. He turned towards his grandfather. "Any way you look at him, he's not good enough. He lacks professionalism and decorum. It's obvious that he's just an amateur, and in no way fit to manage my career."

"Excuse me?" Ichigo asked.

"I don't believe I was speaking to you," Byakuya said, turning back towards Ichigo. He put his hands on his hips and glared at the man. "But if you insist, very well. You. Are. Not. Good. Enough. As though I'd work with someone so obviously beneath me."

Ichigo felt his eyebrow twitch, but this was a potential client. What exactly was he supposed to do in a situation like this? "I'm sure that we can-"

"Forget this," Byakuya said, tossing his head back. "I'm leaving."

And then he was running out, slamming the door behind him. Ichigo looked at Ginrei, feeling a little bit lost, but Ginrei looked rather indifferent about the whole thing.

"You must forgive him," Ginrei said, "Byakuya is a teenager, after all. He can be. . . difficult, at times."

"I see."

"I approve of you as Byakuya's agent," Ginrei continued. "However, I'm afraid Byakuya has the final choice when it comes to his career, so I'm afraid that your visit today was in vain."

For some reason, Ichigo didn't just want to leave things here. The brat had pissed him off, sure, but that was all the more reason to get him to change his mind. Ichigo would make Byakuya accept him as an agent. "Do you know where I can find him?"

Ginrei looked amused at the statement, and he nodded. "There's one particular resort that he likes to frequent. One of our drivers can take you there now, if you wish."

It didn't take long to get to the resort. In fact, Byakuya's current preferred resort was practically next door neighbors with the little ryoken F.C. Tokyo was staying at. Ichigo paid his way through the entrance and left through the back of the building, towards where all the activities were. The first thing he saw when he got out was the bunny slope, and past that a ski lift. He was wondering how on Earth he was going to find Byakuya when he saw him, standing at the base of a snowboard ramp.

Ichigo ran to the large structure, noticing as he got closer that Byakuya was talking. . . or arguing, more likely, with an extremely pretty young woman. While she had Japanese features, her skin was so dark that it couldn't have been just a tan. Maybe she was mixed with another ethnicity? Her hair was dark purple and tied up in a high ponytail, and she was wearing a kind of expensive gear similar to what Byakuya had on, only in purple and black. She was laughing and ruffling his bangs, while he stood there looking absolutely furious.

"It's a stupid sport," Byakuya was saying, as Ichigo got loser. "Actually, it doesn't even qualify as a sport. It's just stupid."

The young woman laughed at that. "You're just mad because you're no good at it. You might as well stick to skiing, Byaku-chan."

"Don't call me that!" Byakuya exclaimed, slapping the woman's hand away from his face. "You. . . you. . . harlot!"

"Ooh, little Byakuya knows some big insults."

"You're insufferable. I'm leaving." Byakuya turned around to leave, presumably to hit the ski slopes.

"So you're not denying it then. The fact that you couldn't snowboard if it was to save your life."

Byakuya's eyebrows twitched at the taunt. "Anything you can do, I can do better."

"Is that a challenge?"

Byakuya turned around. "Yes."

The group around them cheered at that, and someone handed Byakuya a snowboard. Apparently, it seemed as though this scene was fairly common. It looked like they were going to climb up to the top of the ramp, but Ichigo caught up to them before they could go so far.

"Byakuya!" he said, running up to them. "I'm glad I was able to find you."

Byakuya narrowed his eyes at Ichigo. "I don't believe we're on a first name basis."

"Now, now," said the young woman, slinging her arm around Byakuya's shoulders, "be nice, Byaku-chan."

Byakuya shrugged the woman's arm off. "I'll be waiting for you at the top."

The woman laughed, her golden eyes beaming. She seemed to take immense pleasure from teasing Byakuya. Instead of following Byakuya, though, she turned to look at Ichigo. "So you must be the agent Ginrei told me about. Ichigo, was it?"

Ichigo nodded his head and held out his hand. "Nice to meet you, umm. . ."

"Shihoin Yoruichi. But go ahead and call me Yoruichi. You must be having a hard time with the brat, huh? Don't take it personal, he's been giving all his would be agents the run around. Tell you what, I just fired my agent. . . want to give it a go with me?"

"Are you an athlete?" Ichigo asked.

Yoruichi nodded. "World-champion snowboarder, at your service! So, what do you say? Of course, I might fire you soon, too. I've been through three agents in the last two years."

That didn't sound particularly appealing. But if Yoruichi was a world-class snowboarder, Ichigo should definitely look into her. "Why didn't they work out?"

"Three words," Yoruichi said, leaning forward. "Money, moolah, and cash. I've got Red Bull and Oakley in my pocket, but I want more. And you're going to get it for me, or else you're done. Do we have a deal?"

". . . Yeah. Okay." Ichigo decided to go for it. Yoruichi didn't seem to be lying, so it wouldn't be a bad thing to take her on. Snowboarding was growing in popularity every day, after all. He got out his card and handed it to her.

"Sweet," Yoruichi said, winking at Ichigo. "Get my contract ready, cause I'll be giving you a call tomorrow."

"Yoruichi!" Byakuya screamed, already standing at the top of the ramp. "What's taking you so long?"

"Coming, Byaku-chan!"

Ichigo watched as Yoruichi ran up to the top of the ramp. Now that he was up close, it was a lot bigger than he thought, Wide and curved, glistening with ice and snow. It was really beautiful, in a way. He watched as Byakuya took position at the top of his ramp, pulling on his goggles as he prepped for his run. He really did look in his element, self-assured and cool. He pushed himself off, and Ichigo watched in amazement as he took a run.

Every time Byakuya came to the edge of the ramp he would take off, flying through the air like it was nothing. He'd do flips and spins, only to land perfectly back on his feet. It was too soon before the run was over and he was sliding onto the level snow at the bottom. Everyone was cheering, and he took off his goggles to reveal a smug expression. For someone who trained in skiing all the time, he really seemed like a natural snowboarder.

Yoruichi was next, and Ichigo watched as she came down the ramp. Only to find out that Yoruichi could soar even higher than Byakuya could, could do even more flips and spins. She was already grinning like a cheshire cat as she got to the bottom, the smug expression wiped off Byakuya's face. Byakuya only stomped off, an angry pout on his face.

Ichigo walked up to Yoruichi, amazed at his luck in picking her up as a client. "That was amazing!"

"Yeah," Yoruichi replied. "I know. Oh, and, don't worry about the brat. He's working some stuff out, but he's a decent guy at heart. Maybe if you ask him again he'll play nice."

Ichigo nodded. "I'll do that, thank you."

Of course, at this point it was useless. Byakuya had disappeared, and Ichigo was sure that he wouldn't be able to find him again. He looked down at his watch, only now noticing that the sun had set. Too late for dinner, so he'd have to grab something on the way back, but there was still time for the hot springs.

Ichigo hurried back to the ryoken. He headed to the room, only to find out from the maid that all their things been moved to another room. He headed to that room to find a note from Grimmjow: in the hot springs with the guys. Ichigo groaned. Of course the other players would go to enjoy the hot springs. He was an idiot for not realizing. He'd have to put his secret plan for the weekend on hold for now. Still, he changed into his yukata and headed down there.

Once he was in the open air hot spring, it wasn't hard to find Grimmjow. His blue hair, usually gelled up, was down, the water from the hot spring causing it to hang in a limp, shaggy mess around his face. Ichigo made his way over and plopped into the water, his disappointed gaze sweeping over all the other people in the springs.

"What's up with you?" Grimmjow asked. "Are you pouting?"

"Of course not," Ichigo said. He'd try again tomorrow. When the players were all at the game, there'd be a chance they could have alone time in the hot springs, especially since there weren't many other guests that weren't on the team. Ichigo sunk into the water and tried to enjoy it. He did have to admit it was beautiful, large polished stones giving the spring a natural look. The space opened up to a view of the mountains and snow, and he could see the stars and sky above them. There were never this many stars in Tokyo's sky, all the neon lights doing too much to obscure them. But here it seemed as though there were millions of them.

"Things didn't go well with the hottie?"

Ichigo scowled, remembering. "No. The first thing he did when we met was start insulting me, saying I wasn't good enough to be his agent. Then he runs off. I did end up signing this snowboarder, but it still bugs me. . . since I've started this I want to finish it. I want to sign him."

"Huh." Grimmjow didn't seem to have much to say to that, but Ichigo hadn't expected him to. Ichigo sighed, then felt someone bump into him. He turned around to find himself looking into Renji's surprised eyes.

"Oh," Renji said, "I didn't see you there. Umm. . . I'm gonna go, now. . ."

And like a flash, Renji jumped out of the spring. He grabbed a little white towel from the side of the spring to cover his crotch as he ran out, but not before Ichigo could see. Renji had been half hard, his cock deliciously long and thick. Not as big as Grimmjow, but big enough to make any girl, or boy, as the case may be, happy.

"Something's up with you two."

Ichigo turned at the sound of Grimmjow's voice. Grimmjow was looking at him suspiciously, but Ichigo only shrugged. "He's just being strange."

"You really think I'm going to believe that bull?"

Ichigo should have known that wasn't going to satisfy Grimmjow. At any rate, it's not like he couldn't tell him the truth. . . or partial truth, as it was. "He saw us when we were in the locker room the other day, so now he's embarrassed about it."

Grimmjow nodded, apparently accepting that. "At any rate, what are you going to do about this Byakuya guy?"

Ichigo wondered about that. Byakuya had seemed pretty adamant about not wanting to sign with him, and Ichigo didn't really know why. He had no idea how he was going to convince the boy, but he had to try at least. "I'll try to talk to him tomorrow. He likes to go to the resort next door, maybe I can run into him there."

"Sounds like a plan," Grimmjow agreed.

They soaked in the hot spring for a while before heading back to their room. Ichigo went ahead, Grimmjow saying something about wanted to get them a bottle of sake. At any rate, Ichigo was feeling a lot more relaxed after soaking in the hot springs. Every one of his muscles was loose, and he all but sank into the king-sized bed in their room. Before he knew it, he was drifting off to sleep.

There was the rustle of fabric, then small sensations of pleasure. Ichigo blinked open his eyes, slowly becoming aware of what was going on. His legs were spread apart, the folds of his yukata pushed open to reveal his legs and cock. The top of his yukata, however, was still fastened, the strap around his waist secure. Grimmjow was between his legs, Ichigo's left leg slung over Grimmjow's shoulder as he suckled at the flesh of Ichigo's inner thigh. Ichigo shivered, realizing that Grimmjow already had two fingers up his ass, and was stretching and kneading his inner walls.

Grimmjow's mouth traced a slow, lazy path up Ichigo's leg. He licked and kissed Ichigo's thigh, every so often stopping to suck on a small inch of flesh. Every time he did so it would send a little jolt through Ichigo's body. He moved higher and higher up Ichigo's leg, until he was near his cock. He pulled Ichigo's leg out even more, and bent to suck at the skin where Ichigo's leg met his crotch.

Ichigo threw his head back as immense pleasure flooded through him. He hadn't even known that was a sensitive area. Grimmjow licked and sucked on the small area for a little bit before moving away. He ran his tongue up the length of Ichigo's cock, from the balls to the head, and pulled his fingers out. Grimmjow withdrew until he was kneeling, and Ichigo could see that the other man was already completely nude. His hard muscles shone in the dull light, and his cock looked unbelievably hard.

"You look sexy in that yukata," Grimmjow said, pushing on the backs of Ichigo's legs until they were bent and pressed against his chest. Ichigo's ass lifted off the bed a few inches, and as Grimmjow leaned over him Ichigo could feel Grimmjow's cock come to settle in the cleft of his ass. It sank downwards until the head of it was pressed against Ichigo's hole, and then Grimmjow pushed in, sliding deep into Ichigo's ass. Ichigo moaned with the intrusion. His hole was so used to Grimmjow's cock by now that it stretched to accommodate it almost instantly, before squeezing back around it, like a latex glove.

"So fucking good," Grimmjow said, his breathing already labored. "No matter how much of a pounding I give it, your hole stays so fucking tight."

Grimmjow pulled out slowly, then slammed in hard and first. The movement pushed Ichigo's ass another inch into the air and wrung a soft cry from the man's lips. Grimmjow fucked him that way for awhile, each thrust inward rewarded by another cry or moan. Soon he couldn't help himself though, and he started jackhammering into the man beneath him.

Grimmjow watched the expression on Ichigo's face. It was twisted in part pain and mostly pleasure, eyes scrunched up tight and pretty lips slightly parted. He looked like he was in heaven with Grimmjow's dick going to town on him like that. Grimmjow leaned forward and licked at Ichigo's lips, before claiming them in a messy kiss. Teeth and slobber smashed together as Grimmjow's hand came to pull Ichigo's yukata off his shoulder. Grimmjow broke the kiss and moved his head over, teeth coming down to bite on that soft flesh.

Ichigo was bucking underneath him, thrusting forward whenever he thrust back. Grimmjow kept fucking him, sucking and biting on his shoulder, before pushing himself into a kneeling position. He grabbed Ichigo's legs and pulled them over his shoulders. He looked down to watch his huge cock move in and out of that little hole, licking his lips at the delicious sight.

The door opened two minutes before Grimmjow was expecting it to. But it opened nonetheless, and Renji stepped into the room.

"Grimmy? I got your message, what did you want?"

Both Ichigo and Renji felt their eyes widen. Both Ichigo and Renji felt their cheeks turn bright red. Ichigo squirmed, trying to de-attach himself from Grimmjow and pull his yukata over his cock, but Grimmjow's hands were tight around his waist.

"Don't pretend that you don't want this." Grimmjow said it to Ichigo, but his words were directed as much to Renji. "I saw you staring at his dick in the hot springs, like you wanted to suck it dry right then and there."

"Grimm-" Ichigo tried to protest, but a particularly hard thrust sent the air in his lungs out in a gasp instead.

"Why don't you come keep his mouth company?" Grimmjow asked Renji. "It's probably lonely, what with all the attention his other hole is getting."

Renji just stood there, too shocked to move. He couldn't get enough of just watching Ichigo. He loved looking at Ichigo's face, every time Grimmjow would thrust into him. He loved looking at Ichigo's cock, jutting out of reddish-blond hair and dripping pre-cum all over his yukata. But most of all he loved looking at Ichigo's ass, as it was fucked raw by Grimmjow's forceful pounding. Renji was hard, achingly so, but he still wasn't sure what to do about it. This situation just didn't seem right. . . but, before he knew it, he was stepping towards the bed.

He stopped when he got to the bed, standing right next to Ichigo's head. He wasn't sure what to do, or if he should even do it. Ichigo's eyes blinked up at him, glossy and unfocused.

"Renji?" Ichigo asked. It was a tone of disbelief, but his voice was shivering with pleasure.

It was enough for Renji to make up his mind. He untied the sash of his yukata, letting the sides fall open and his rock hard cock jut out into the air. His hand came up to jerk on his cock as he hesitated, again.

"What are you waiting for?" Grimmjow taunted. "That pretty little mouth is just gagging to gulp your dick down."

Renji flushed at the words, his cock twitching with the anticipation of being inside Ichigo's mouth. He stepped forward and pressed the tip of his cock on Ichigo's moist lips. An awkward angle, however, had his cock sliding right over those lips, so that just the underside of his cock was in between Ichigo's lips. Still, as Ichigo wrapped his lips around it and licked at the bottom of his cock, Renji figured it didn't feel bad. He moved his cock back and forth, letting Ichigo lick and suck at the underside of his cock.

Once Reji had enough, he pulled his cock away a little. Ichigo's mouth almost automatically opened into a perfect "o," and Renji wondered if Grimmjow had been right about Ichigo wanting this. The thought sent a jet of pleasure shooting through his cock He moved forward, watching as the head of his cock disappeared inside Ichigo's mouth.

"His mouth's hot, yeah?" Grimmjow asked, as though he was showing off a prized possession.

Renji could only grunt in reply. He was much more fixated on the indent his cock made on Ichigo's cheek as he pushed it in from the side like this. Ichigo really was so hot like this, a cock in his ass and another cock in his mouth. Renji thrust shallowly, the sides of Ichigo's mouth stopping his cock from going much more than halfway in. He didn't mind, though, he liked to watch Ichigo's cheeks puff out around his cock. But then Ichigo turned his face a little bit more sideways, and with his next thrust Renji found his cock slipping down Ichigo's throat.

Renji felt pleasure ripple through him as Ichigo deep-throated him with no problem. The orange-haired man's face was buried in his pubes, his brown eyes looking up at him as best he could. And then Ichigo started sucking.

Renji couldn't take it. He had only been jerking off to Ichigo for a week now, it was too much to have the real thing right in front of him, sucking him off. His body shuddered as he came, spilling his semen deep down Ichigo's throat. Only one jet came out before Ichigo pulled off his cock, and Renji watched as the rest of his cum, spurt by spurt, flew out to land all over Ichigo's mouth and face. He watched as Ichigo's pink tongue darted out, licking up as much jizz as it could reach.

Coming down from the afterglow, Renji was very much in disbelief over what he just happened. He couldn't believe he had just done that, had just come all over another man's face like that. A man who was his teammate's agent. Renji grabbed his yukata and threw it on, before turning and running from the room.

"Didn't expect that," Grimmjow said, still fucking Ichigo. "Thought he'd at least stick around long enough to put it in your ass."

Ichigo didn't reply, just tugged at his own limpening cock. He had already come, had shot cum all over himself as soon as he felt Renji shoot all over his face. He didn't think he could get it back up, he was too tired, and he was hoping that Grimmjow wouldn't last too long today. He felt Grimmjow pull all the way out, then slap him on the ass.

"Turn over."

Ichigo did so. He got onto his knees on the bed, his hands gripping onto the headboard as Grimmjow's body pressed flush behind him. Hands lifted his yukata up over his ass. Grimmjow pushed in again, filled him up again, and started thrusting. He could build up an even faster rate this time, each thrust slamming the headboard into the wall and forcing a cry from Ichigo's lips. If Ichigo could he would cum all over again, just from Grimmjow's violent thrusts into him. He felt teeth bite back down on his shoulder, and then Grimmjow pushed himself in as deep as he could get. He came, thrusting shallowly, shooting his cum deep inside Ichigo's inner recesses.

They stayed that way until Ichigo's shaking arms gave out. He collapsed onto the bed, Grimmjow a heavy weight over him, his cock still inside of him. After awhile Ichigo pulled away, extracting himself from Grimmjow's cock inch by inch. His ass felt all stretched out, but that was nothing new. Ichigo stripped off his dirty yukata, using it to clean up his face before tossing it on the floor. The maid would not be pleased once she saw what she had to clean up in this room. . .

Ichigo turned back around. Grimmjow was laying on his back, and Ichigo pressed up against his side. His hand reached out to press against Grimmjow's hard pectoral muscle, enjoying the feel of smooth muscle underneath his fingertips. He was always glad for the number of hours Grimmjow spent at the gym, lifting weights.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" he asked, already half-asleep. It had been a tiring day. "You're okay with your friends fucking me but you don't want anyone else doing it? What kind of crazy logic is that?"

Grimmjow shrugged. "They're my friends. And your ass belongs to me, it's mine to share if that's what I want to do."

"And what about Renji? What are we going to do about him?"

"What about him?" Grimmjow sounded like he couldn't care less. "You both had a good time, he'll get over his embarrassment eventually."

Ichigo hoped that Grimmjow was right. After all, there was no way that Ichigo and Renji could avoid each other in their professional life. Besides, today hadn't exactly been unpleasant. Ichigo would never admit it, to himself or anyone else, but he probably wouldn't mind doing it again. Maybe. He felt a Grimmjow's arm come to rest over his shoulder, and soon enough, Ichigo fell asleep.

Next chapter: Ichigo and Grimmjow go skiing and work on signing Byakuya.