Heat.

Author: Chihirooooooooooooo!

Warnings for the whole story: Rated 'M' for later chapters which will contain heavy smut, profanity, alcohol abuse and violence. This is a YAOI, click that little 'back' button up there if you're against such stories.

Disclaimer: Once again, I don't own Bleach, as all of us poor fanfic writers have to claim every time we write a friggin' story. It's obvious we're not claiming to own it! Gawd, silly policies.

[A/N – I'm back with another story.. because I ran kinda ran into a block with the others :[ .. Lost the stuff I had written up for them with my old hard-drive and now I can't seem to get going with them. And yes you did read it right! Another GrimmIchi added to the ever-growing list on FFN! This one will probably drown out there.. with all the amazing stories dedicated to this smoking couple. But it's worth a shot! I just wanted to write one, it's not really about the reads/reviews.

I want partly to dedicate this one to Mistress Penelopye! If I catch any of you saying 'who?' look forward to a beating! :P Haha -I jokes!- Of course you all know this amazing woman. Our dedicated and talented Mistress has kept probably hundreds of us happy for nights on end, giving us a regular, yummy dosage of GrimmIchi! I also want to give her credit; Uryuu fits the 'professional' role so well.. Twin Flames was a perfect example, so he plays the role of an agent in this one.

I also want to dedicate this to other amazing GrimmIchi authors such as; dishrag-chan, Die Biene, Loid, The Petulant Prodigy, Raicheru, NothernTrash-x & Ichigo Aisukuri-mu.

"Kurosaki! Kurosaki Ichigo!"

"Kurosaki-san!"

"Kurosaki! Please, when should the public hope to see your next release?"

"Ichigo-san!"

"The release date is yet to be announced. No further comment." A disgruntled Ichigo Kurosaki answered the mob of paparazzi currently dogging his every step. The young man let out a deep sigh and squinted at the piercing flashes emitting from the cameras that were determined to catch any kind of mishap he made. He fished a pair of expensive, designer sunglasses from his coat pocket to shield his eyes and picked up his pace, almost running from the flocking paparazzi.

"Kurosaki Ichigo, this way." Ichigo stopped abruptly at the sound of his name and looked to his right to see a flight attendant ushering him to a side-door. He quickly complied and slipped through the door being held aloft for him. The door was closed with a tight snap and Ichigo heard the paparazzi continue to shout muffled questions at him through the door. Idiots.

"Kurosaki, my deepest apologies. They picked up information from an anonymous source about your departure today." A slight man informed Ichigo, who'd been waiting the other side of the door.

"Your 'deepest apologies'? Ishida, cut the formal crap." Ichigo mumbled, glancing around for the first time. It was small but completely deserted check-in room. A woman, smiling up at him all too brightly for this time of morning, greeted him warmly as they approached the check-in desk.

"Merely setting a good example for these nice people. Manners can never go amiss once in a while Kurosaki." Ishida snipped demurely, shooting a heated glare at Ichigo, before turning towards the woman at the desk and giving her a small smile. Ichigo snorted slightly at Ishida's indirect scolding. The man always persisted that they put on an act of etiquette around the public.

Through his shaded glasses he saw the flight attendant behind the desk direct a few shy glances his way as Ishida sorted through his flight details with her. Even through the glasses he saw a blush dusting her cheeks in his presence. He let out another deep sigh. He could never understand it. No matter how many times the newspapers printed numerous stories about his sexuality; the women still didn't get it. They continued to flock to him. They still sent him gifts and letters exclaiming their undying love, they still asked him out on dates and they still started rumours of passionate nights in infamous love hotels. Anyone who knew him even remotely knew he was gay, the mere idea of sleeping with a woman sent a shiver down his spine.

He shifted awkwardly under the woman's affectionate gaze and turned to look in another direction, scowling at his thoughts. This break was just what he needed. He needed to get away from this bustling, stifling city for a while. Being an infamous author wasn't a walk in the park; he had deadlines to meet and the city was doing nothing for his imagination. He needed out. A calm, peaceful paradise. He'd found just that barely a few weeks ago when he'd received a private email regarding a newly built resort on a small island, just off from Cuba. And now here he was, bags packed and his schedule cleared for a month of quiet relaxation in the Caribbean. Obviously, the paparazzi had got wind from someone he knew about his little holiday and now there'd be all sorts of different stories about him in the papers the next day. He had a few choice words for this person when he eventually found out who they were.

"Kurosaki, pay attention to the nice lady!" Ichigo was snapped out of his reverie half way through imagining drop-kicking the culprit in the face. He turned to Ishida who rolled his eyes and pointed towards the flight attendant at the desk.

"Uh.. sorry.. what was that?" Ichigo murmured to the women, avoiding her eyes.

"Not to worry Kurosaki-san! I asked if it was you who'd packed your luggage for this trip and if you have any harmful objects packed, such as knives or scissors?"

"Yes and no."

"Ok then! You're free to head over to security. Once you pass through there you'll be escorted to a private departure lounge to await your flight." The woman exclaimed cheerfully, handing him his flight tickets.

"You won't stay longer than a month, will you? We really can't afford to have you out of the country for longer than that at the moment. And as your agent, I advise you complete your current project for when you get back. It'll make my job easier. We need that book published Kurosaki, your fans are getting restless." Uryuu stressed the last word of his rant to Ichigo, his tone almost pleading as they both began to walk towards the security gates.

"No I won't stay longer than a month. Yes the book will be finished. And I know, they're all so fucking impatient." Ichigo snapped, pulling his glasses from his face and turning to walk backwards so he could see Ishida.

"Kurosaki! You can't-"

"I can say what I want. This is what this break is for Ishida. I need to get away, everything is getting under my skin here and it's driving me crazy. This will be good for me. I'll see you in a month. Don't call me unless it's serious, Ok?" Uryuu stopped walking and huffed out a huge breath. He crossed his arms over his small chest and gave Ichigo a stern glare.

"Whatever. Make sure you meet that deadline Kurosaki. I mean it." And with that, he turned on his heel and stalked away, throwing a hand up over his head as a goodbye. Ichigo allowed himself a small chuckle at his up-tight agent. Everything would work it's self out. It always did.

After going through security and being ushered into a private lounge, Ichigo approached the bar and ordered himself a Malibu and coke.

"What a gay fuckin' drink Kurosaki! Be a man! You're screaming 'flaming homo' drinking that!" Ichigo flinched at the memory of his friend Renji scolding his choice of drink. Was Malibu and coke really a 'gay' drink?

He shrugged his shoulders and downed the sweet drink in one. He couldn't care less. He was gay after all. Maybe if he drunk it more often it'd get the hoards women to back off. On that thought, he beckoned the man at the bar over and ordered another two .

Approximately eight hours later, Ichigo was aboard the business class of an expensive jet and almost half-way through his long-haul flight to Cuba. Another nine hours to go before he'd be touching down in central Cuba and leaving for a boat to the small island resort. He could honestly say he'd never been on a seventeen hour flight in his life, let alone his fame.

He gazed lazily at the large TV before him, watching some boring sit-com play out on the screen. He yawned and turned the TV off, choosing instead to sleep the rest of the flight off. He reclined his seat until it took the shape of a bed and pressed a button for attention from a flight attendant. A woman rushed over and smiled down at him kindly.

"Yeah, can I get another pillow please?"

"Certainly." She rushed back where she came from, then made her way back to Ichigo and handed him a large, fluffy white pillow. He nodded his head in thanks and took the pillow, lodging it under his head and getting comfortable on his bed. He could get used of travelling business class.

As soon as Ichigo touched down in Havana, the capital of Cuba, everything was a tired blur. He found himself whisked through the airport by security guards and taken straight to the docks to board a small boat. The journey to the island barely took half an hour and after that he was escorted up a lantern-lit path way, through a small patch of tropical forest in complete darkness. The resort's entrance loomed and he was taken straight through to a grand reception; the floors were tiled with shiny-white marble, furniture of the most expensive wood and most astonishingly, a large tree was located in the centre of the room, as if the reception had been built around it. Ichigo tore his tired eyes away from the impressive reception to check himself in. Once again, he found himself whisked away. A member of staff ushered him onto a golf caddy, his luggage loaded onto the back and he was driven to the cabin he'd chosen to stay in for the month.

He didn't take in any of his surroundings on the way or at his cabin, only entered the room, dropped his cases in the living area and dragged his tired body into the bedroom. He threw himself to the large double bed and passed out as soon as he hit the sheets.

Ichigo jerked awake and blanched at his unfamiliar surroundings. His eyes darted around the room until they finally settled on an open door-way, a suitcase dumped just through the threshold in what must be a living area.

"Aaah.." Ichigo whispered to himself. He ran a hand back through his hair, calming himself from his momentary panic. He pulled himself out of the luxurious bed and found himself fully clothed, so he stripped down and made for the bathroom for a well-needed shower.

Half an hour later, showered and dressed, Ichigo decided to have a proper look at his residence for the month. The cabin was a rectangular shape; the living room taking up the whole front end of the cabin, while the bedroom was situated in the left hand corner of the cabin, and the bathroom directly across the hall on the right. The decor was simple but expensive, with light wooden furniture that screamed 'beach shack'. The room was mostly a delicate white colour. The front of the cabin held a huge window, stretching from corner to corner, allowing the occupants a panoramic view of the glistening, clear blue ocean and fine white sand. It was breathtaking.

Ichigo jumped out of his musing and turned from the beautiful view when he heard a loud knock at his door.

"Yes?" He opened the door to a small women baring a huge silver platter. It held every kind of fruit imaginable. He spotted another two people behind her, also baring silver platters.

"Mr. Kurosaki, May we offer you our breakfast selection?" The women queried in lilting English, her Spanish accent changing the words slightly. Ichigo was fluent in English, but sometimes had difficulty when it came to accents. But this accent didn't seem too strong.

"Oh. Yeah, sure come on in" He moved aside for the three to enter and they all proceeded to place the platters on a table at the top and right end of the living room. He approached the platters and felt his stomach rumble in appreciation.

"You can choose to have your breakfast delivered to you every morning, or you can attend breakfast in the food court. Please choose as much as you wish from our selection."

Ichigo nodded distractedly, noticing that all of the food was western, not a Japanese morsel in sight. Not that it mattered, just about everyone in Japan ate western products. Ichigo took a plate offered to him and piled it with a few different types of muffins, some toast and a few pieces of fruit. He also grabbed an offered pitcher of mango juice and placed it all on a low coffee table next to a huge, sprawling couch at the front of the living room.

"Uh, thanks." Ichigo turned to the staff and gave them a small smile.

"No problem . Would you like your breakfast delivered to you daily? If you're asleep, our staff will leave your breakfast on your dining table."

"Yeah sure. I'm not really a breakfast kind of guy though, would it be ok if you just left a few breakfast muffins and some juice every day?"

"Certainly. What flavours?"

"Surprise me."

"Certainly. We look forward to seeing you at lunch. If you cannot find your way around the resort, phone for transport and we will pick you up."

"..All right. Thanks." Ichigo watched the women lower head slightly to him and then she and the others left, silver platters aloft, shutting the door with a soft click.

Later that day, Ichigo had decided to explore the island. Every cabin was located on the same long stretch of beach, only about twenty in total and spaced out from each other considerably. If you exited through the back of a cabin you'd end up on a small walkway shrouded by tropical canopy and leading to all different points in the resort; each of the four pools, each of the three restaurants, the reception, one of the three bars, the gym and sports courts, the shop and to the natural pool, waterfall included. Each location was sign posted so you wouldn't get lost, but if you merely dialled '4' on your in-room telephone, a person driving a golf-caddy would pick you up and take you where you wanted to go. Ichigo took full advantage of this luxury, getting a caddy around the island to see its features.

By 6 o'clock that day, Ichigo found himself indulging in a three course meal at one of the restaurants, then walking to the closest bar. He went straight to the terrace with his double Malibu and coke to watch the setting sun over crystallised waters. This place had been everything he'd hoped for, a mix of wilderness, serenity and luxury. He drifted into thoughts of his book, the views doing wonderful things for his imagination. He suddenly itched with the need to write more, cursing himself for not bringing his laptop to the bar.

"How's the view, kid?"

Ichigo saw a figure sit next to him out of the corner of his eye. He turned to reprimand the person for calling him a 'kid' but froze when his eyes met the speaker.

He's never seen such a sexy man in his entire life, to be blatantly honest. He had thick blue hair that was styled messily atop of a head that sported an illegally handsome face. His eyes were a cerulean blue, there depths ever-lasting. He had shapely cheek-bones and a sharp chin. Even his leering, toothy smile was gorgeous. As for his body.. the man slouched lazily in a chair next to Ichigo's, oozing sexual appeal. He wore a simple, white tank-top with a pair of cropped black combats and a pair of simple flip-flops. His tight top left nothing to the imagination and every bump, curve, and plane of muscled torso could be defined easily.

"Where've you been all my life..."

He was snapped out of his dreamy stupor when the man chuckled, a throaty, timbered and sexy chuckle.

"Kurosaki, right?" the man questioned, shifting to get comfortable in his wooden seat.

"Uh. I.. Yeah. Wait... your speaking in Japanese."

"Damn right. Japanese blood running through these veins, my mother taught me to speak it fluently."

"Ok.. how do you know my name?" Ichigo sat up straighter now, finally paying proper attention to the man's words.

"I happen to own this chain of resorts. This being the newest to open, I've flown from home to check it out, see if things are running smoothly. I like to keep track of the people who check in so I can ask them personally what they think of this place. I saw a Japanese name on the list and couldn't resist finding you to have a chat."

"Right..ok. You own this place?"

"I sure do kid. So what do you think of the view? Pretty fuckin' decent isn't it. I'm glad I chose this location." Ichigo turned to look into the man's face fully, nodding his head slowly before his eyebrows bunched in annoyance.

"Hey! Don't call me kid."

"How does strawberry sound then?" The man actually leered at him, his smirk somehow stretching wider.

"What! No wa-"

"How old are you anyway?" The man cut him off, defusing his angry rant at the stupid nick-name. Curse this man for knowing Japanese.

"Twenty one. Wait a minute, I don't even know your name?"

"Grimmjow Jaegerjaques" Grimmjow leant toward Ichigo and held his hand out. Ichigo took it and partook in a firm handshake with the man, wincing internally at the pressure on his hand.

"That's a mouthful. Whats that? German?" Ichigo found himself questioning, feeling a peculiar interest towards this stranger.

"Yup. The mother is Japanese and the father was German. Maybe they were high when they named me as a baby, who knows?"

"Was?"

"The old man popped his clogs a couple of years back. Left me in charge of the family company."

"Ah.. Wait, so how old are you?" He couldn't pin an age on this guy. He looked youthful yet had the defiant air of a successful business man.

"Twenty six going on eighteen." He turned away from Ichigo briefly to beckon over a member of staff. He murmured to her and she nodded, rushing off the terrace and to the bar.

"So you have no business calling me kid, you're barely past your mid twenties.."

"You wait; twenty six feels ancient when you finally get there. Anyone younger than you is automatically 'kid', kid."Grimmjow let a smirk stretch his lips again, revealing perfectly white teeth.

"Right."

"Or would you actually prefer I called you straw-"

"No! Whatever, Call me anything but that."

"Sure thing kiddo!" Ichigo scowled at the man but let the matter drop. He looked up just in time to see the waitress bring two glasses over and place them on the low table between himself and Grimmjow.

"Hope ya like Jaegerbombs." Grimmjow leant in and grabbed his drink, downing half of the heady concoction in one.

"They're.. ok.." Ichigo murmured, swirling what he had left of his Malibu and coke.

"What're you drinking then?"

"...Malibu and coke." Grimmjow stared at him for a few seconds, cocking his head slightly then his eyes lit up with amusement.

"Wow, what a gay drink."

"Why does everyone say that to me! I really don't care." Grimmjow let out another small chuckle then averted his eyes to the beautiful scene playing out before them; the sun was setting and it painted the skies above the crystal-clear waters a hue of pink, yellow, orange and blue. The scene created a perfect water-colour piece any artist would appreciate.

"So what's the reason for your last minute get-away?" The older man questioned, still staring out over the sands, looking lost in thought.

"Back in Japan, I'm a famous author. I didn't ask for the fame really, I write because it's a passion of mine. But my idiot father leaked some of my work and then all the sudden, agencies are contacting me from all over. I've been part of this rat-race for almost two years now... authors aren't supposed to get this much attention, I feel like some musician or sports star. I needed a break, somewhere far away, the city was driving me crazy."

"Loved ya book. Gritty and real. No pansy-ass shit." Grimmjow turned back to Ichigo, his smirk back in place.

"Wait, you know who I am?" Ichigo's eyebrows knit together and he turned fully to gaze at Grimmjow.

"I sure do. I live in Tokyo. With good old Dad no longer around, my mother wanted to move back to her childhood home. I moved to Japan with her so I'm at least in the same country if she needs me."

"Huh. So why'd you act as if you didn't know me?"

"Well I don't know you do I. I can put a name to the face but I couldn't have walked up to you and pretended we were best pals. I bet you get enough of that kind of shit at home."

"Yeah. Thanks I guess. It feels nice not to be known here." Ichigo gave him a small smile. His heart jumped into his throat when the man suddenly leant over again and messed his hair up playfully with a large, warm hand.

"No problem, kiddo." He felt his face heat up and he cringed internally, turning his face away in hope Grimmjow hadn't seen the growing blush.

"So I bet you've got the pick of the birds back in Japan, ay? Spoilt for choice, a handsome kid like ya self."

"...You could say that I suppose. They just don't quit." Ichigo grumbled, looking back to the beautiful scenery.

"What that supposed to mean?"

"Haven't you heard already?"

"...Your losing me."

"Let's just say, I don't swing in that particular direction.." Ichigo shifted uncomfortably, seeing Grimmjow's expression turn strangely blank from the corner of his eye.

"...No. I haven't heard. Why should I of?"

"I... well.. just about every form of media in Japan enjoy telling the nation about my sexual preference.. or questioning it, anyway." He heard a discrete scraping nose and looked from the corner of his eye again to see the man moving his chair closer. Did it get hotter?

"Yeah. I'm not one to pay attention to the pretentious shit our media coughs up."

"...huh. ok. Wait. Handsome?"

"Damn right. Why, don't ya think so?" Grimmjow turned towards him to smirk mischievously, resting his elbow on the arm rest and his chin on a closed fist.

"Not... really. Thanks though... I.. guess." Ichigo turned to look straight into Grimmjow's striking features. He was closer again. Ichigo could see Grimmjow's face in sharper detail now.

'Is that... blue eyeliner?'

"Nice freckles, kid." Ichigo watched as Grimmjow tilted his head to the side, his face full of amusement as a blush found its way to Ichigo's cheeks again.

"W-what.. Hey! You can't talk, isn't that make-up?" Ichigo pointed an accusing finger at Grimmjow's left eye, almost prodding it in the process. Grimmjow shifted back slightly and let out a throaty laugh.

"So fuckin' what? I like a bit of eye-make up. We only live once! Live and let live I say. But at least I can wash mine off."

"...You!-"

"Chill out kid. I'm pulling ya fucking leg. Fancy going for a walk?" Grimmjow cut off Ichigo's retort and stood, stretching and popping all of the bones in his back. He smirked down at Ichogo, who looked rather dazed.

"Where are you going?"

"For a walk dumbass."

"Hey! Don't call me that, you've only just met me! I meant where are you going for a walk?"

"Along the beach. Some pretty good coves along the shore I could show ya. Comin'?"

"...Yeah. Yeah sure why not. Can I trust you..?" Ichigo rose from his seat slowly, downing the rest of his drink and placing it down on the table.

"Sure ya can! I own this place!"

"Yeah.. doesn't mean I can trust you..."

"Wouldn't chance any funny business with someone like you. The media would be all over my fuckin' ass!" Grimmjow let out a bark of a laugh, winking at Ichigo then turning and striding away. When he was met with silence, he turned to see Ichigo slightly gawping at him.

"I'm joking! Hurry the hell up."

[A/N – And there you have the first chapter! A little short, Yet I felt I squeezed a lot in. I'm sorry about the start dragging out, I had to establish a setting and I got carried away XD What! They are going to be on that island for the next month, we need a good setting haha. Yet again, my inspiration for the setting was Twin Flames! I loved it when Grimm and Ichi went away for the shoot. But my main inspiration was my holiday to Cuba a few years back. Take the golf caddies for example; The resort I went to was mooo-hasive and the staff drove people around in those to get to the certain places sometimes lol. It was all tropical canopy paths and white beaches too. & YES they're both a little OOC.. but this is a fan-fiction, right? I suppose I can get away with it XD –PROBABLY RIDDLED WITH ERROR. MY BAD. IT'S 4.32 IN THE MORNING. ]