Ok, I wasn't lying when I said I had almost finished the last chapter. It was nearly done, really.

Unfortunately I couldn't write for long, for reasons that I'm not going to explain here. Anyway, I've noticed some mistakes in the previous chapters, and corrected them. Sorry! ^^"

The POV changes throughout this chapter!

Enjoy the smut! ;-)

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Chapter 3: At Home

Wow.

Just… wow.Ichigo didn't even know what he was "wowing" at, but probably the whole situation. Everything was so surreal. He vainly tried to tidy up his messy and nearly fatally wounded mind, and came to the conclusion that… everything was so surreal. Oh wait, that was the premise.

Did I say that his mind was nearly fatally wounded? Sorry, it was actually nearly dead. My mistake.

Rewind. He had been in Grimmjow-Something's awesome car, where he had heard him say things that would have come in handy later on those nights when the overly hot teacher wouldn't apparently leave alone his tired brain or his teenaged body. He'd heard him laugh,sweet God, and between one dangerous joke and another, Ichigo had learnt that the man knew the only seemingly normal person in Karakura town and lived close by his pub. Which also meant close to the boy's house. Ichigo had also learnt other things, but then again, those were exclusively for Ichigo's private time. The boy suddenly opened his eyes wide. Wait ,does that mean that every time I not-so-quietly touch myself with my window open he'sprobably home reading a newspaper in front of my house? We're so close by I wouldn't be surprised if he hears me.

Then he gave it a better thought, and snorted.

Damn, what am I saying? He… surely already has.

He had been so absorbed in his thoughts that he almost hadn't noticed Grimmjow-Something fumbling with his keys to find the right one to open the door to his apartment.

"Come in" he barely heard the man saying.

He followed the man inside, or better, he followed his wide shoulders, the sleeked and soft-looking hair, the manly good scent that he left behind.

Only then he noticed the house too.

It was a nice place, good furniture and, surprisingly, it was very tidy. There were a few paintings on the walls, mainly representing animals. Ichigo had noticed they were all predators, not that I expected kitties and bunnies. No. He was in the living room, which included a black leather covered sofa and an inviting seemingly-extra-comfortable white leather armchair, and shelves and shelves of books. Some looked very old, others were in French, English and Japanese. Does he really need to be a smartass as well?

"Want something ta drink?" Ichigo momentarily diverted his attention from the The String of Pearls: A Romance book that had captured his attention, and gave a little smile to his teacher.

"No thanks"

"Ye'r still soaked boy, wanna have a shower?" the man asked in an inquisitional tone. And… was he checking out his body? Che. As if.

"I don't want to bother you further. Can I use a towel, though?"

"Sure thing. Go down there, the door on the right."

"Thanks." He quietly replied.

Once he found the bathroom, he closed the door behind him and locked it. Not that he was afraid Grimmjow-Something could have broken through it to look at the student - not that he vainly hoped it - it just… made him feel safer somehow. He used to lock it even in his own house. No wait, he had very valid reasons to do it in his own house.

It was at that point that the revelation struck him for the first time. He was in Grimmjow-Something's house! He was in the place where the object/ Master/God of his -wet - dreams breathed, moved, ate, slept, sweated- and then Ichigo needed to diverge his mind to something else, for the good of his sick imagination.

The tiled floor was black, and there was a good smell, but he couldn't imagine the man cleaning the bathroom twice a week. His slave must have done something reeeeeaally bad to deserve this. And then his attention fell on the shower unit, which reminded him that he really needed a hot bath, but he just couldn't accept the man's offer: the only thought of simply being naked were Grimmjow-Something had been naked was dangerous itself.

He grabbed the first towel he saw, snorted at the colour and decided he wouldn't have been surprised if he saw any Grimmjow wallpapers hanging on the walls of the house, or a framed photo of a blue-haired teacher on the man's nightstand.

He guffawed at the thought, and once done, he unlocked the door and went back to the living room.

The man was tidying up the paper sheets Ichigo recognized as the Informal Letters the class had had to hand in that day.

"They're a lot, aren't they?"

"There should be five more, ya lazy brats" the man answered, not even looking back at the student.

Does he really need to have an awful personality too?Must be a free gift to his awesome looks.

"'kay, all set here. Can you please bring me my documents while I put on a coat? They're in an envelope in that room down there, look in the first drawer under the writing desk"

"Y-yeah sure" He hurriedly headed where the man had pointed with his eyes, ignoring the sound of moving cloth coming from the living room. He entered what must have been Grimmjow-Something's study, judging by the appearance of it. He opened the first drawer under the desk, and found it empty.

"Hey, there's nothing here" he shouted so that the other could hear him, a frown on his face.

Then, suddenly, he felt a tall hot body right behind his, and a hot breath very much close to his left ear.

Oh fuck.

"'f course there's nothing here, I already delivered all the documents this morning"

Shit..Close. Too close.

Ichigo took a deep breath. Or at least he tried. "But you said you had to-" He felt two big hands covering his on the desk, so he decided to actually lookto verify if it was just a sensorial hallucination. And that had been very stupid. In fact, he could see that there were no sleeves covering those godly muscled arms. Ichigo knew what that meant, but he hoped Grimmjow-Something had taken off onlyhis shirt, because otherwise it would have meant serial damage for Ichigo's already vanishing mental sanity. At the least.

"Doncha know? School closes right after my lesson" this time, the boy was very sure he wasn't hallucinating at all when he felt a sinful tongue sneaking behind his ear. At this point, he himself couldn't deny, let apart ignore, the growing tent in the front of his pants. And he was feeling definitely right, but the situation was definitely wrong.

Only…

"What may that mean?"

"It means ya won't greet yer Dad tonight, Ichigo."

… he didn't care.

The only thing he could sense then were sharp teeth digging in the junction between his neck and his shoulders. He knew he should have yelped in pain, but instead he felt his knees bucking and his cock twitching.

God, help me.

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Wow.

Kid's so asking fer it.

Not that I had expected him ta turn me down – heck, I wouldn't be able ta do that myself – but I didn't even think he would have given it up so easily.

And fuck, he does taste good.

Grimmjow was currently licking the abused skin, and eventually sucking a little trail up the boy's neck, returning his attention to that sweet spot behind Ichigo's ear.

"Turn around"

He savored the boy's hesitation and anticipation before the other followed his orders, slowly. Then one look in his deep chocolate eyes had been the only permission he needed.

Actually, he didn't even know who had started it first, but in a blink o fan eye, they were nearly attacking each other. And fuck if he wasn't enjoying it. The man was mercilessly biting the boy's lower lip, like he had dreamed to do since twofuckingmonths, experimentally passing his demanding tongue on the boy's lower lip. At the first "experiment" Ichigo opened his mouth, a wanton moan escaping from his throat, and Grimmjow couldn't hold back a smug grin.

Boy's got it comin' tanight.

He didn't lose any time in letting his senses explore the student's hot cave, massaging the student's tongue with his own –a pretty wild massage, if you ask. Grimmjow was as far from innocent as can be, and he knew by experience that Ichigo was definitely a good kisser. A very good one. But also, as experienced as he was, he knew well that such technique didn't match a prude virgin. The very thought of Ichigo spreading his legs for someone else had the man unreasonably losing a notch of his already poor patience, and he let his sharp teeth dig into the younger's soft bottom lip, evilly enjoying the pained moan they provoked.

And yet, the boy was a never ending surprise, deepening the kiss with such a fervor Grimmjow would have come in his pants, wasn't he momentarily upset. If being violent turns him on – damn him – maybe being too patient will do.

He was losing it though. And that pissed him off, because Grimmjow didn't lose. Ever. He was always in command, especially when it came to sex. But it also turned him the fuck on. That Ichigo boy was really something.

He kept on abusing the boy's lips, claiming them with every bite, before initiating another long kiss, his appendage dominating the teen's mouth, making his tongue melt in submission. Kurosaki tasted of something sweet, but he couldn't put his finger on what the fuck that was- hey, I told you he was losing it.

The student's height was perfect for the man, allowing him to angle his head so that he could deepen the kiss even more, impossible as it may seem. The boy appeared dead in his arms, but the man knew he was just enjoying the effusion. Grimmjow was good, mind you.

He not-very-willingly broke the kiss, gasping for air, and took the chance to give a look at the boy's sepia eyes. Or better, what had been sepia. All the teacher could see now were nearly black irises giving even more accentuation to what was already a desperate gaze – or more needed attention at his crotch.

Ichigo lifted his left hand and positioned it on the man's shoulder, watching it as if it had grown a sixth finger, then looked back at the infinite azure that were Grimmjow's eyes, while letting his palm slowly climb the man's trapezius. Just as his fingers began grazing the man's nape, making the hair there stand to ends, something seemed to click between the two, and the blue head's lips returned on his prey, failing at holding back a needy groan. The boy was just passing his fingers between his locks, still that was all the necessary to make electric waves run down his spine to his groin.

He leaned with his right hand on the forgotten desk behind –under- the boy, and slowly lifted his knee between the student's seemingly very awesomely long legs, partly because he needed to relieve the sensation in his pants, and partly because he wanted to aggravate the situation in the other's. But then you also have to count that he is an evil bastard, after all.

His action apparently hadn't been slow enough, as the boy reacted with a surprised gasp at the sudden contact. With his eyes rolling on the back of his head, the younger male started rubbing his covered erection on the man's muscled thigh, mewling in the process.

Grimmjow lowered his head, and let his tongue run on the student's neck, giving particular attention at the Adam's Apple he found there. This time he grinned at the vocal appreciation the boy rewarded him with, and decided to proceed with his journey on Kurosaki's body.

God, this sexy peace o' meat doesn't know what he'sgetting himself into.

A smaller hand began playing with the metal of his belt, trembling fingers slightly grazing his imprisoned length.

Fuck, maybe he does.

Just then, he felt said fingers sneaking under the elastic band of his boxers, hot digits making contact with the sensible skin of his hips. This time it was his turn to pull his head back and let out a long throaty groan.

Nobody made him groan -unless the other party was already screaming senseless shit and had him hip-deep pounding the fuck out of him.

That was it.

He threw his right hand on the boy's belt and gave a harsh tug, making their hips bump and forcing air out of the younger's lungs. He moved his eyes on the teen's ones and noticed a slight presence of panic there. That's when his good heart of a kind man… died, and his southern brain reminded him that Grimmjow Jaeggerjaques is a fucker in all the word's meanings, and gave him consent to continue his administrations.

He gently undid and removed the leather belt, and, never leaving the boy's gaze, he let his hands wander on clothed thighs, eye-eating Kurosaki's needy expression.

Fucking shit, did the boy know what it was doing to him?

He gripped the tight-fucking-fitting black trousers and pulled them down in record time, not forgetting though, to spend a few seconds more just to tease the impressive tent in the teen's strawberries constellated boxers.

…

The fuck?

Lifting a fine eyebrow, he gave an amused smirk at the boy's direction, and hadn't it been for the intimate situation, he would have squatted on the floor and began –rolling while- laughing at the boy don't-know-what-to-say face.

"fuck you it's not like I had foreseen this you know?"

"I know, an' I'm sorry but tahday's the other way around"

"Huh?"

"Take off yer fruity panties while Imma look fer somethin' actually useful"

Seeing that his order was being followed, he opened the drawer below the previously mentioned one and grabbed a little jar, when he felt a gentle hand cupping his right cheek, making him turn his head on the orange haired prey, his eyes gleaming with renewed lust.

Grimmjow momentarily ignored the object still placed in his hand, and lost himself in another mind numbing and knee weakening kiss, his tongue immediately asking for entrance. Even if slower than the previous ones, it was …

Wow.

The boy was clearly enjoying it too, rubbing his full body on the muscled man, letting his hands wander on brick hard pectorals, slowly heading to perfectly sculpted abs, making them tighten at the touch.

He then made the boy sit on the desk.

"Lift your legs, berry"

Noticing Ichigo's offended pout, the teacher had to stifle another rising fit of laughing by clearing his voice, and proceeded to position the student's calves on his shoulders.

He heard a little gasp, followed by an almost whispered "wait".

Blue eyebrows furrowed, and Grimmjow lifted his gaze to meet Ichigo's panicked expression. He couldn't ignore it this time. Then realization struck him.

"Ya've never done this before?" he asked with a grave voice, trying to hide the incredulity .

"I've done stuff. But no, not this." The boy's glare was steady, but his voice wasn't, and the fine veil of shame didn't fail to reach the older man.

Grimmjow sighed, breaking visual contact with the teen.

Comprehending the situation, he locked eyes again with his partner and concentrated his self – for the first time since…ever?- on transmitting a comforting feeling to the younger man. Playing predatorandprey was fun, but somehow… today was different to Grimmjow. He couldn't fully enjoy the emotion of scaring the other.

"It's ok. I won't hurt you"

He waited for the boy to relax a bit more, to let his arms support him on the desk, while admiring the delicate-but-still-manly beauty of his body. Then he squeezed some –maybe even too much- lube into his right hand, and cautiously raised it towards the boy's puckered hole. He slowly and lightly let the fingertip of his medium caress the sensible skin there, internally grinning when it twitched.

Hearing the deep sigh the boy released, Grimmjow had to remind himself go slow. Don't hurt him. Ya don't want little Berry ta run away from ya. Even though chasin' his naked butt down the stairs could be kinda fun. Ya won't hurt him. Unless he asks ya ta.

Entertained by that very last theory, he thoughtlessly let his first phalanx probe inside the opening, and he would have started to worry and feel sorry, hadn't the boy rewarded him with a wanton moan that had clearly nothing to do with pain.

That doesn't count as an invite. I think.

Now came the hardest part. He didn't know where all this concern for the boy came from, but still he drew his lips closer to the boy's flushed left ear, and began sucking at the lobe, while whispering with the sexiest voice he could master to just relax.

That apparently didwork, as the boy involuntarily lifted his hips, letting the finger successfully pass the first ring of proceeded slowly, curling it experimentally upwards.

"Nnngh"

"Pain?" the man spoke his thought aloud, freezing up his finger.

"No, just a little bit uncomfortable. Keep going"

Oh he shouldn't have said the latter.

It took every remaining ounce of Grimmjow's self-control not to pull out his long finger and impale the boy right on the spot.

He licked down the boy's neck, and began drawing imaginary lines with his tongue on the slightly sweated skin. Satisfied by the shiver it earned, he decided to move downwards with his kisses while putting in another finger. He didn't miss the younger's grunt at the unexpected invader, but, being able to make up for it by giving a swift lick on the boy's left nipple, he switched to suck it vigorously.

While still teasing the pink skin with his tongue, he also didn't miss the major damage the boy's reactions were causing into his boxers. Which Grimmjow was loathing for their exceptional tightness.

He began scissoring and curling his fingers, unconsciously thrusting deeper and deeper in order to find that sweet spot that would make the berry see all the known constellations.

Ichigo was panting.

As well.

What the -when have I even star-oh fuck that. With the Berry keepin' on mewlin' like this it's a miracle if I don't come right in my-

"Ohhh fucking-shit-good-Lord-of-Hell- do it again"

This once Grimmjow didn't make it time –nor intended – to hide a smug grin, and used the tip of his fingers to massage and stimulate the boy's prostate. Caught in his success he almost didn't catch sight of Ichigo's impetus to touch himself. Almost.

He quickly removed his hand from the boy's thigh to slap away the berry's from histerritory of action.

"No, boy. I see the rules aren't clear yet". He wouldn't hurt the teen, still, that didn't mean that he couldn't dominate him. "Are ya in such a hurry?"

When the boy's darkened by lust eyes didn't show even an inch of the previous panic, Grimmjow grimaced.

"Fine."

He pulled his fingers out from the abused hole, and, to the envy of any quick-change artist, he undid his belt and stripped out from his black pants and tight boxers in a matter of seconds. While savoring the newly regained freedom, he sensed the awe and admiration displayed by the teen's expression, and… was that … insecurity? Oh well, Grimmjow couldn't blame him. He's brave enough not ta run away while screamin' like a little girl. Even because I bet his legs couldn't handle that right now.

He grabbed the forgotten jar from the desk and poured a generous amount of lube in his hand, spreading it on his painfully throbbing member.

Trying not to lose himself on the new good sensation, he locked eyes with Ichigo while preparing himself. For the first time, the boy's gaze reflected his.

He positioned his cock at the boy's entrance, and, knowing kisses wouldn't be enough this time, he used his other hand to approach the berry's member and give it a good stroke. The teen pulled his head back, sighing deeply, and arched his back, enjoying the well-deserved attention.

"Relax, Ichigo"

"If I relax now, I'll com-urghh!" the boy stiffened at the new feeling, the intruding erection stretching his insides "shit, you're huge."

"Why thanks. Now relax"

"nnnh- How can I-" came as the struggled answer, the berry squeezing his eyes, his face flushed.

"Trust me"

The boy slowly opened his eyes and sighed, letting every muscle in his body go limp. Grimmjow cautiously penetrated him, his hand running over the other's length and playing with the head as his cock was passing the ring of muscles. He could feel the heartbeat of the younger getting wilder every second, trying to accommodate the man inside him.

Grimmjow himself, once buried in the boy's hotness, had to take a deep breath. Finishing too early wasn't a joke now.

They remained still for a few seconds, trying to adjust to the new sensation.

Then Ichigo pulled himself closer to the older man, resting his weight on his left arm, and grabbing a lock of soft blue hair on his nape, using it to get even closer, and kissed him. And this was no sweet kiss.

They deepened it right away, letting their tongues dance obscenely, loud sounds filling the air. Ichigo was letting his hand roam in the cerulean chaos that was Grimmjow's hair, when suddenly he broke the kiss, never leaving his lips.

"Move"

The teacher breathed out, and seeing that Ichigo was evenly balanced on both his arms now, he gave an experimental roll of hips, pulling then slightly out, to hit back in again. He did this slowly a few times, before catching a steady rhythm that soon enough had Ichigo gasping for air.

To Grimmjow's inner glory, the berry couldn't hold back his moans anymore, letting the older man's ego purr with every thrust.

Before he had even decided to, the blue head returned to the other's mouth, biting lightly at the bottom lip and licking the upper one. Distracting himself with the berry's sinful lips seemed to be the only way to keep the lustful beast trapped inside. He let his hand wander on Ichigo's body, his thumbs now circling on erect nipples, now tracing muscle-covered ribs.

"hhnn fuck Grimm harder!"

He didn't know if it had been the name or the encouragement, or both, but it had succeeded into making the last bit of control snap definitively.

He almost forced the boy into laying his back on the desk, and, with the younger's knees still on his shoulder, he buried himself deep into his partner, the powerful thrust striking that particular spot.

He took a deep breath at the boy's long moan, and began moving, pounding into him, constantly and mercilessly hitting his prostate.

Grimmjow fastened his movements, feeling his climax getting closer, and noticed the boy wasn't in a very different situation.

"Oh godgodgodgod… yes, yes there!" Ichigo seemed beyond insanity, almost screaming and jabbering nonsense, his entire body flushed, his closed eyes revealing his long lashes, his mouth forming an "O", altogether captivating the blue haired man.

Panting and grunting, the teacher realized that it was a matter of a few thrusts then, and hurried to draw his hand back to the teen's cock, fingers holding it firm, palm running up and down the shaft, thumb teasing the pre-come covered head.

Ichigo gasped, and that had been the only warning before Grimmjow could feel the boy's insides spasming, white semen spurting all over the his abdomen. His insides contracted and milked his erection in ways Grimmjow didn't believe possible.

"Come on, Grimm" whispered the boy, his voice almost gone after the last loud groan, his body now almost lifeless.

And then he was done for. He tried to keep on moving while riding his orgasm, but the electrical waves had him still, burying himself deeper in the boy instead. Releasing a roar that would put a lion to shame, he savored every second of it, finally letting himself rest on the teen's exhausted body.

Wow.

That had been-

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-Wow.

No other word could come to his mind.

Why yes, his brain was just as dead.

He let his slumped body lay against the hard and cold surface of the –now dirty- desk. He would have gone to regain his sanity somewhere more comfortable, but he couldn't even be sure of having two legs without checking. Not to mention he had a whole half fainted Grimmjow-Something laying his godly flesh on him.

He was trying to figure out a way to get home that didn't involve him rolling on the streets, when he heard a familiar jingle.

Ring ding dong
Ring ding dong
Ring diggi ding diggi
Ding ding ding

Where had he heard that before?

Oh right. His cell phone.

Knowing his body wouldn't respond anyway, he decided to ignore the stupid object that was interfering with his post-orgasmic peace, and effortlessly closed his eyes.

An irritated grunt made him lift his eyelids, to see the still naked blue haired Adonis grabbing his uniform pants and pulling out the devilish thing from the back pocket.

He handed it to Ichigo, who didn't even bother to check out the identity of the caller.

There was only one person who could pick such a bad time to call.

"what do you want?"

"fuck- sh- what do I want? Where the fuck are you? Do you know how long I've been waiting for you? You also forgot your umbrella, idiot."

Struggling to keep up with the red head's loud barking, he felt a thick vein pounding on his forehead "This idiot left since you had said yourself that you had an urgent business attending you!"

"And I had! Do you even know the Hell a person has to go through for having eaten a piece of whatever the fuck Orihime had cooked? I swear that was the last time I'll ever accept food from her! What do I look like, a charity case? I thought I would have to live in the school toilets for the rest of my life!"

Ichigo knew Renji was still blubbering something –most probably senseless- on the phone, but at that moment, he couldn't care less.

Suddenly, he didn't mind having still several months of afterschool lessons for the English First Certificate Exam.

Lucky, lucky day.

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Ah~ Long chapter, right?

I hope you liked this story, and thank you for reading it 'til the end.

Comments are very appreciated!

Ichigo's ringtone: SHINee – Ring Ding Dong

Juu-san.

Ps. Anyone who wants to guess where I got Renji's "What do I look like, a charity case?" from? *lol*