Hey :) I said I had this part planned, so for everyone who were unsatisfied about how I finished the story (I was unsatisfied too!), here's chapter two.

Special thanks to fallowell, nightgazer101 and Madame Hearts, this chapter is for you guys so I hope you enjoy it. :)

Warnings: This is more of a my style writing, it's in Grimmjow's POV, so expect dirty language, can't help it, but damn I enjoy writing from his perspective. *sigh*

Disclaimer: Bleach isn't mine.

The aftermath

.

"Wanna scream out
No more hiding
Don't be afraid of what's inside
Gonna tell ya, you'll be alright
In the aftermath"

It was the middle of the night when I woke up. My head was killing me, my breath smelled like alcohol and cigarettes mixed up and I had a strong urge to vomit my fucking soul out.

I felt someone moving in the bed and glanced to my right.

His body was pressed to mine and I realized I hadn't even noticed it in my hangover state, blaming the hotness on a warm blanket or whatever I was leaning on to.

But no… Apparently last night hadn't been a dream. Well, if it's to judge by a delicious body of my roommate and best friend who was sleeping next to me anyway. His breathing was even, his palm was stretched across my torso clutching it almost possessively and it made my eyebrow rise up slightly.

Should I wake him up?

How did this even…?

Oh, right.

That fucking bitch.

I wasn't even sad to begin with. The only reason I felt slightly down was because that fucking slut was the reason Ichigo and I almost broke our friendship. I always had a thing for big boobs and she was… Ugh… They were pretty soft too and real, not silicon. But I should've listened to Ichigo… Instead the bitch made a moron out of me.

I started to recall last night's events.

I went to see her to congratulate her birthday hoping I'd get some, and I saw her with some guy in bed. Now, most of the boyfriends would probably kill the guy, or both, but I didn't give a flying fuck about it, as if I'd end up in a jail because of some hoe.

But I was angry. So fucking pissed off at myself for being a fool and not thrusting my best friend. I left the apartment, bought three bottles of Scotch on my way home and came here, to drink myself to oblivion.

I cringed a bit remembering how I trashed our living room. But it was needed to be done. I ripped up all of Nel's stuff so she wouldn't need to come pick them up. Ever. There was her small bottle of perfume, I tossed it into the wall and it splashed leaving a fucking huge stain, I knew Ichigo was going to kill me for that one. I ripped up the curtains, since she made me put them… The apartment was fine without them in the first place.

I thought about how Ichigo was going to react. He wouldn't like this in the slightest. I took a seat and kept drinking while I watched some TV program. As if mocking me the damn TV had some show on about 'how your relationship influents your friendship'.

I didn't bother switching the channel.

I caught the glass table in front me and crashed the fucking thing. Talk more about stupid shit now. Realizing I had nowhere to put my glass and drink, I got up and took the almost broken table back to its place.

And I was sitting there, calmly, pondering what should I do next.

That's when he came.

Of course, I knew he was going to ask what happened, it wasn't just that he was curious, but more like he was worried. Why? Fuck if I know… But Ichigo always did that. Even though he was younger, the man was always more responsible and calmer than me.

He was gay, and I knew that since I caught him jerking off to some gay porno video.

He was young, maybe fifteen or so. I went to visit him and since his parents welcomed me as their own son I simply entered, greeted them and went upstairs to his room. He freaked out though, it seemed like he would start crying any second, so I simply grinned at him and told him I'll wait for him in front of his room till he was done, giving him thumbs up in the process. When he came out of the room he was wearing so adorable deep crimson blush that I wanted to pinch his cheeks at how cute he looked. I realized my thoughts were weird since it was my guy best friend but I shrugged it off.

We never talked about that event again.

I looked at his sleeping form and instead of feeling disgust and panic that a naked, extremely manly body was snuggling with me, I felt relief and very comfortable.

Ichigo stirred in his sleep and possessively threw a leg over mine as he inched closer to my body. I raised an eyebrow and smirked. Thrust him to be over protective of me even when he's asleep. The blanket slipped down his hip leaving it naked and I took it to cover him and froze mid way.

There was a huge bruise on his hip. He always had sensitive skin so it was that noticeable. I frowned at it feeling like an asshole for hurting him and threw a blanked over him as I put my arm around him, almost as possessively as his leg was.

He seemed to approve of my motion since he smiled in his sleep leaving me stunned. Ichigo was beautiful, in every sense of that word. His physical appearance would make many men jealous and even some women since he looked better than them. His behavior was always controlled and calm. He was an honest friend, good son, protective and carrying brother and he would give his life for people that meant something to him.

I was a straight man, had a thing for big boobs. I loved sex but I never loved any woman. I blame it on my mother who dumped my father and me when I was still a child and left who knows where, so I never trusted women.

Ichigo and I lived together since he was eighteen, meaning six years. Four years ago I accidentally caught him naked while he was leaving the bathroom after showering. I didn't mean to, I was passing by to my room. And…

The view left me speechless.

I never blushed in my entire life. Not a single fucking time, except then. There was something about the way he was holding his posture and the way his wet hair dripped on his shoulders… and the way his eyes caught me staring at him. Well more like I was ogling his dick and admired the orange curls around it when I realized he was watching me. He shrieked and covered his dick with both of his palms then he glared.

I laughed it off and shook my head moving on.

The image of my best friend and how hot he looked naked and dripping wet haunted my dreams and jerk off sessions occasionally.

I smiled at the memory looking at Ichigo who was still sleeping next to me. I could feel his dick pressing onto my leg and that revved images from last night.

He saw I had hurt my palm, I didn't even remember how but perhaps it was when I was putting the broken table back to the place. He was really pissed off at me and that made him look so fucking hot. Yet, he decided not to question the new appearance of our living room and settled for tending to my wound.

The guilt was eating me.

I had hurt him badly because of Nel, and I'm not saying he didn't punch me back at the time we were fighting because of the lying, cheating bitch, but he never hit to actually hurt. His punches were defensive, to tell me to piss the fuck off. But I was so angry at the fact he was meddling with my business while I had no say whatsoever in whom HE dated. And trust me, his partners were disgusting idiots, but I always remained quiet about it, not wanting to sound like a jealous possessive freak.

His left eye was bruised for a whole fucking month, his lower lip was cut because he had bitten it accidentally while we were exchanging punches, and I gave him a pretty strong kick in the ribs. We weren't talking even though we lived together. Can you fucking imagine how hard it was for me? He was the only person I could open up myself to. And I had hurt him because jealousy and pride got the best out of me.

And yet he was there… patching up my palm, my nerves and my heart.

I fucking drank a lot. It was not a good excuse for what I did, but shit… The way his eyes lingered on my arm and my face, the way he softly hugged me to comfort me and his fucking delicious scent of strawberry shampoo he used.

I lost it.

I'd probably kissed him even if I wasn't drunk, but the alcohol only made me bolder. I was sure Ichgio would throw a fit and punch me. I mean, I was using my gay guy best friend to have sex, at least that's how it must have looked to him at the time. But instead he returned my kiss with just as much vigor and lust as I was kissing him.

It occurred to me that maybe, just fucking maybe, he had hots for me, as in maybe sometimes when he was alone he thought of me while he jerked off. That thought only fueled my arousal and need for the man who was sitting in my lap and I wanted to ravish him.

We ended up in his bed, naked, kissing as our lives depended on it and I didn't want to even fucking think about other person kissing him like that. I remember ramming his ass so fucking hard at the thought he might have given it to someone else and rage was getting the best of me making me not care about how he felt of this whole thing.

I sighed realizing how badly I actually fucking hurt him, not just physically, but probably emotionally too. I was a fucking coward for not talking to him sooner about how I started having weird thoughts about him, thoughts that crossed way beyond the line of friendship. I was an idiotic bastard and last night only served as a proof for that.

As my brain was struggling to remember every detail of our sexual experience my head was aching more than before.

What have I done?

I possibly ruined the only good thing I had in my life. The only person I honestly cared about was broken because of me… Fuck, the ache in my heart at that thought hurt more than my fucking head. I had to talk to him first thing in the morning. I had to tell him that…

"I love you."

I blinked.

Then I looked at Ichigo still sleeping and possessively clutching me.

Then I blinked again.

Did I have a dream about him saying that or did that actually happen?

My brain was too tired to answer that question, but I wished for the latter as I tightened my hold on him and let the sleep consume me again.

Fuuuuuck I had to take a piss, but I so didn't want to get up. More like I didn't think I could.

I opened my eyes lazily and regretted it immediately as I was blinded by how lit the room was. I glared at the damn window realizing that it wasn't all that sunny outside, but rather white from the snow. I flipped on my stomach and realized another shocking thing.

I was alone.

It was Saturday so I knew Ichigo should've been at home and I knew how he liked to sleep in on weekends, but he wasn't in the bed.

The thought of it annoyed me.

I got up and went to the bathroom to fix myself and take so god damn needed leak. When I got out I realized two things. First, the house didn't smell like shit anymore from the booze and smoke and our living room wasn't as messy as last night.

I entered the room in search for my roommate only to find him missing.

"Ichigo!"

I yelled and my voice was so ruff from all the cigarettes I consumed. There was no answer. His shoes were in the hallway so I knew he was in the apartment unless he decided to go outside bare foot.

I entered the kitchen and found him leaned on the kitchen counter. He was wearing grey sweatpants that hung lose around his hips and a white worn out shirt he felt comfortable in when he was at home. He looked fucking edible.

There was something off about him though. The way he was holding himself, as if he had an issue of standing up str-…

"Shit, are you ok?"

I was next to him in two long steps gripping his shoulders and turning him to face me. Shock and surprise hit me at the angry look he had in those usually soft eyes and swallowed audibly. He seemed to notice it and smirked.

"I'm fine. You're going to clean up the rest of the living room though and toss away the trash."

He pointed at… well fuck my life if that wasn't the biggest pile of trash bags I've ever seen in my life. I looked back at him wincing slightly but nodded.

"The delivery man will stop by in an hour or so with our new TV. I had to fucking BEG for them to deliver it today since they don't do deliveries on weekends." He seemed angry again then looked at me as if mocking me, "Do me a favor will you? Next time you decide to go 'Hulk mode' in our house, don't do it on Friday, because nobody wants to deliver shit on weekend."

I looked at the man in front of me speechless. He didn't even raise his fucking voice at me, even though I knew he was upset. Ichigo glanced to decide, suddenly aware of my proximity to him and cleared his throat.

"Uhm… If you wanna eat there's pizza. I was hungry so I ate already."

He scratched the back of his head still not looking at me. WHY THE FUCK WON'T HE LOOK AT ME AGAIN?!

I grasped his chin in my palm straightening him up from his slightly bent position and made him face me, a movement I regretted as soon as I did it, since he winced and his face scrunched in a painful manner.

Shit.

He seemed to realize that he showed me something he didn't want to and caught my hand that was still holding his face in place in his.

"Let go."

"You're hurt."

"I'm fine, let go."

"No. Stop fucking lying to me. What's wrong?"

He remained silent for a second then his eyes flashed with anger and he clenched his teeth at me.

"Grimmjow, nothing is fucking wrong, leave me the fuck alone already."

My eyes went wide for two reasons. First was the potty language he was using. And second, the control he always had seemed to be slipping away from his grasp and he had no say in it whatsoever. He might not be mad for the ruined living room but I was certainly pissing him off at the moment more than anyone ever, since I've never seen Ichigo like this before and I know the man for twenty years.

My eyes softened at his expression.

"Why don't you just tell me where it hurts? I want to help you…"

Even though my voice was still rough I really tried my best to sound gentle.

Tried.

Because to him, it apparently didn't sound as gentle as I wanted it to come out and he growled at me.

"My whole fucking body hurts. I can't move properly. Fuck, I was here for ten minutes trying to reach the coffee from the top shelf and giving up on it ten times in a row the moment I stretched, since I was in pain!"

His expression was dark, I could swear he was going to hit me with the pan that was resting on our kitchen counter.

"And before you ask, Yuzu was here, she cleaned up the living room since she realized I couldn't move properly."

He glared at me, his eyes sparkling in anger, and GOD I WAS GETTING HARD.

The sex appeal he had when he was furious was a fucking turn on more than anything I've ever experienced. I tried to remain silent and desperately silently begged my cock not to pop out of my boxers.

That was not something it should happen at the moment considering the last night is yet to be discussed and my best friend was clearly in immense pain.

"Ichigo…"

"Just… don't."

"But…"

"Shut the fuck up Grimm!"

Fuck, shit and hell.

I was left breathless at the loss of control of my best friend, my Ichigo, was currently displaying.

Fuck yeah. Mine.

He moved away from me making me release the hold of his chin and limped to the sofa where he (not so gracefully I had to admit) took a seat.

I grabbed pizza and joined him. I ate silently, enjoying his presence. He didn't speak, he was comfortably leaned on the headboard, legs stretched and spread, arms clasped over his stomach. He seemed so relaxed and I eye-fucked him the whole time I was eating, might've choked on pizza twice.

"Ichigo."

He heard me because I saw his eyebrow rose up but he didn't talk. I cursed myself for feeling timid all of a sudden.

"Can we talk?"

"There's nothin' to talk about."

I glared at him. He didn't even bother to look at me!

"But... I'm sorry for last night."

I saw his jaw tighten at my apology but I didn't know what he was thinking of because he kept his eyes closed.

Fuck!

Was he angry because we had sex? Did he enjoy it? Would he want to do it again? Did he fucking hate me right now?

What if he wanted to leave?

No…

I mentally winced at that thought and inched closer to him. I put my arm on the armrest trapping him under me and he probably realized I was doing something stupid since he opened his eyes to glare at me again.

"What are you doing?"

"Talking."

"You're keeping me caged underneath you like an animal. That's not talking."

"You wouldn't spare me a glance and you refused to talk when I was sitting next to you."

His eyebrow went up again as if to call me up on my stupidity and that's exactly what he did.

"I told you there's nothing to talk about Grimm."

"There is."

He took a deep breath and his eyes softened.

"Look… I don't know how much you remember of last night, but as far as I'm concerned you trashed our place, got fucking wasted from that Scotch, which ended up in the trash bag along with unopened bottle, and passed out in my bed."

He was lying… to me… to himself…

He was hurt, but it wasn't the physical pain he was feeling only… Fuck… the tormented look he was giving me had nothing to do with his limping and back pain.

I couldn't know for sure if he regretted last night or was he trying to cover up for me to not make me feel uncomfortable but I…

"That's not what happened."

He gulped as he looked to the side.

"No…?"

I smirked.

"Look at me." I ordered.

He silently obeyed, his cheeks got reddish but he held my gaze.

"That's not what happened."

I repeated just in case he thought I was joking or was going to let him blame himself or whatever shit was going on his head.

"Fine. What do you have to stay?"

His voice softened greatly and the look wasn't that of annoyance like when I started the topic in the kitchen. His eyes still showed that he was troubled but there was so much fear in the way he was looking at me.

Fuck, I never want him to look at me like that again. As if he was afraid I was going to… What? Blame him for something I initiated?

So, I started the only way I could and knew how. Bluntly and straight to the topic.

"We had sex."

His eyes widened and the blush increased in intensity but he didn't look away.

A nod.

"Yeah…" He softly replied.

"Were you trying to hide that fact from me?"

"Yes."

His answer was fast, and it tortured me so fucking much to know he wanted to deny what happened.

"Why?"

I asked totally innocently. A bit hurt, but genuinely interested

His eyes scrunched a bit and all of the fear, sadness, torment and whatever there had been, disappeared. He furiously looked at me and clasped my shirt in his fist before pulling me to him. Our noses almost touched from the proximity and I lost my balance from the harsh pull as I found myself straddling him, my knees on sofa and my ass making contact with his thighs.

"Why? Did you just fucking ask me why? GOD! ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID? You were drunk!"

He was screaming at my face and all of a sudden his voice lowered, the deep sexy tone was sending jolts of arousal down my stomach into the part of me that craved badly for his attention.

"Grimmjow…"

I licked my lips. Fuck he's hot.

"Ye?"

"How would it look like to a hangover person to wake up naked next to his gay best friend?"

I was silent, watching his hot lips move with every word he uttered.

"What would you think of me? What would happen to our friendship? Fuck I didn't want you to hate me for being so weak and didn't reject you."

"Why didn't you?"

I asked carefully, watching his eyes widen and then switching the gaze lower just in time to see him nervously licking his bottom lip before he bit on it.

"I…"

"Yeaaaaah…?"

Answer me Ichi, come on…

"I couldn't."

My eyes got clouded with lust, he was so close and smelled so fucking good, considering he was in pain he probably couldn't take a proper shower opting for washing off the remains of our cum only. He was wearing my scent all over him and fuck I loved it.

"You couldn't?"

I spoke lowly, my forehead pressed on his in a gentle motion. Hey, maybe my voice was rough and I didn't seem like gentle person by the look of it, but he was the one in need of comfort and I knew it was my fault.

"No, Grimmjow. I couldn't. I saw how hurt you looked, I felt bad for not kicking your dumb ass for real at that time so you might consider breaking up with her after all, instead of just throwing in some weak punches. I should've fucking make your body ache like my eye did for a whole month. I saw your sadness and pain. And I couldn't…"

"So, you felt pity for me and let me fuck you?"

I asked moving away from him. My eyes were set in a hard glare and voice anything but gentle. I knew him. I knew when he was lying, fuck I could tell what he was feeling just by looking at him!

"It wasn't just pity, no…"

My gaze softened again and I found honesty in his eyes that calmed me down.

"I wasn't mad because Nel cheated on me, Ichi. I felt bad for hurting you so badly when all you were doing was giving me a heads up. That's why I was furious. I wasn't angry at Nel, or the guy she cheated on me with, I wasn't angry on you… Last night I hated myself, and the only reason for that was because I fucking almost lost you because of some hoe."

Ichigo gulped and finally realized where his hands were. On my thighs baby, fuck yeah.

"So… your apology last night and just now… it was for the bruises?"

He asked and I smirked.

"Yes. The one from before and those I made last night."

"And sex…?"

I leaned down nipping at his earlobe and fucking loving the low moan I provoked from him and whispered seductively in his ear, "That's something I won't apologize for", as I bit harshly on the said earlobe.

"Grimm…"

The way he moaned my name wasn't helping my growing erection as it started poking him. I licked his neck as he mewled softly putting his arms around my waist to move me closer. I had to check one thing before I continued this petting session so I burrowed my head in his shoulder sensing his strong masculine scent fully. And fuck it turned me on more than any woman I was ever with.

"Do you hate me, Ichigo?"

I heard him sigh and thought he won't answer my question or he'll remove me from my position which I loved too much, or worse… I thought his answer would be positive and that thought scared the shit out of me.

"I fucking want you so badly. I even went as far as lying to you about something you clearly remembered because I was afraid you'd be the one to hate me…"

I barely registered the part after 'want'. He wanted me. He didn't hate me for what I did. It actually seemed like he wanted it too, just as much as I did.

My lips claimed his as only one thought was crossing my mind.

Only mine.

"Why are you doing this Grimmjow? Fuck… You have no idea…"

"You… you have no idea, do you?"

That's what he told me last night too, it was like a blur but I remember him saying that.

"Enlighten me then." I said as I took his bottom lip between my teeth and tugged harshly making him hiss.

"I-"

The sound of the doorbell stopped whatever he wanted to say and he looked at me as if to say 'what are you waiting for idiot, go open the door'. So before he had to voice his thoughts I answered the door and received a package he told me would arrive.

I carried the thing to the living room not forgetting to lock the door and I looked at Ichigo.

"Continue. I have no idea about what?"

"Why did you kiss me again, damn it?! Last night you could blame it on the alcohol, on whatever the fuck you wanted, but now… you just… FUCK."

He stood up, getting closer to me. Ichigo was evidently limping but it didn't stop him from punching my face hardest he could.

Instead of being angry at him for doing that and returning the punch, I was…

I was almost coming in my boxers. FUCKING HOT.

"You know what, fuck this mess. You wanna know what I meant? Fine."

He shoved me harshly and made my back hit the wall which earned him a warning glare but that fire in his eyes as he approached me like a panther ready to take his pray… Oh shit…

He gripped my T-shirt and stood up straight ignoring the pain in his back side. I knew he was beyond furious right now when he clasped my chin and lowered my face to be on the eye level with his.

"For years Grimmjow… For fucking ages…" His voice started of loud and rough and then it was softer. "You have no idea how much I fucking love you. I had to hide my feelings for so long. Thought about giving up on you was futile, I suppressed the feelings I had for you in the back of my mind and heart but every single time I saw you with Nel or someone else… It fucking hurt me. And what did you do? You fucked me senseless in MY BEDROOOM, IN MY FUCKING BED WHICH IS GOING TO SMELL LIKE YOU and remind me every night of what happened. You stirred up the emotions I even hid from myself, you fucking moron."

He was crying now, not even bothering to hide it from me since he already told me everything I needed to know.

I didn't see this coming. I didn't know Ichigo had feelings from, fuck he never told me nor showed me that he felt something more than friendship affection towards me…

I was at loss for words.

In the next moment Ichigo was putting his shoes on and grabbing his jacket. It wasn't until the door slammed shut that I realized I hadn't said a thing.

I grabbed my jacket and put on my slippers I wore at home and rushed after him.

"Ichigo!"

I yelled as I left the building. He couldn't have gone far. And why the fuck were these bitches cat-calling me?

"You gotta be out of your mind."

There it was, the voice of my best friend, my roommate, my… My Ichigo. I turned around and saw his bewildered look which made me raise a questioning eyebrow.

"You forgot your pants."

Oh… That's why the girls were ogling me.

"I don't give a fuck. I had to catch up with you."

Well I didn't give a fuck I wasn't wearing the pants, but considering it was snowing my body began to register the coldness and I shivered. Clutching my hands I walked up to Ichigo. I looked at him seriously.

"Was that a confession?"

He blinked and looked at me as if I was the stupidest living creature in the planet.

"No, I was talking about the weather."

"Damn you. Why did you run out… I thought you were going to leave me and… Fuck…"

I nervously scratched the back of my head pulling at the hair there.

"You gotta be out of your mind if you thought I'd leave anywhere in this weather. I went to the pharmacy since I had no more painkillers. And before you even start, listen to me very carefully. I don't care what you think about me at the moment, I don't care how my little love confession made you feel, I've had enough of it. Fuck, it feels really good to finally be honest to myself. I don't want to lose you as a friend, but next time you decide to cross the line of friendship, I'll fucking castrate you."

I flinched at that.

Fuck.

But I was astonished at the amount of self control I had not to tackle him down and fuck him on the street.

"That won't be necessary."

I replied feeling cold. My balls shrunk as they were freezing. I felt bad for them, but I kind of deserved it.

"Good, you understood me then."

"No, I mean, I'm just about to cross that line as soon as we enter the apartment and fuck you hard in MY bed so it will smell like you."

His eyes were so wide at my blunt statement that it made me grin.

"W-what?"

"I want you. Too. I want this, whatever you want to call it, I want to be with you, I want to kiss you whenever I feel like it, I want to touch you, grope you. I want you Ichigo. My feelings go beyond those for a friend too."

He seemed extremely surprised by my statement even though I just willingly kissed him upstairs completely sober.

He was quiet as we entered our home. I went to set up the TV and he went to the kitchen probably to take the meds; none of us speaking about our 'confessions'.

"Yo, Grimm?"

Well that surprised me.

"Ye?"

"Come take a shower with me."

Sweet mother of holy jesus, fuck, shit, yeah!

Like an obedient puppy I was in a bathroom in less than ten seconds. He smirked at me pulling me in for a kiss.

I continued my previous ministrations on his neck as he mewled softly and reached for me to pull me inside the shower. There was room for both of us but I pressed him tightly against the tiles as if we lacked the space.

Fuck I wanted him.

"Are you feeling slightly better after taking meds?"

"Yeah, the pain numbed so… you can… uhm… keep the promise you gave me outside."

He smirked and clasped my hands in his putting them on his chest.

"God… Grimm… I want to do it here."

Oh fuck if that didn't make me come on spot. My tip was pretty much leaking pre-cum at the sight of him and I felt his heartbeat increase. His heart… it was mine. He willingly gave it to me long time ago and kept silent about it.

I spread his legs and lifted him up to my hips supporting his weight as I kissed him.

"No… no foreplay, please. Just I want to feel you, again."

He put his legs down and turned around and I took the bottle of whatever the fuck it was I caught first and splashed the fine amount of it on my hand as I pushed to fingers inside of him. I was going slower now and I saw his eyes following every move I made.

"Does it hurt?"

"No… just, stop the prep. Please. Just." He glared at me in a sign of warning and whispered seductively "Just fuck me already."

I groaned as I put the remaining of the thing in my hands on my shaft. He moaned loudly when I entered him. And this time I was trying my best not to hurt him.

Ichigo looked so erotic, his left palm on the tiles, his right one clutching my hand which held his bruised hip. His ass was perfectly shaped and I couldn't hold back as I started ramming into it full strength as I was hitting his prostate dead on.

He screamed my name as he came and I followed after two more thrusts. I loved the fact that my cum was in his ass. It made him even more mine. I thought for a second and then I leaned onto him clasping him in a tight embrace.

"I love you too, you know?"

He smiled as he let his body relax at the feeling of mine pressing onto his back and we let the warm water cascade over us as we enjoyed each other's touches.

I loved that smile of his more than anything in the world.

Well there it is. :)

Somehow I have a feeling it's totally fluffy, but I don't mind. I just love the possessive, horny Grimmjow. Mmm :)

Well, let me know how you liked it. Oh and if you have any requests feel free to PM me since I'm in a mood for writing. Literally it feels like my brain is on turbo mode. I accept SasuNaru/NaruSasu and GrimmIchi at the moment, but if you have any other request just PM me and I might do it when I get in the mood.

Thanks for reading Bad romance and The aftermath and catch ya later :)