Hey folks, this is it! The end of weight of the world. This took legs and danced around as I tried to nail it into a plot and I got disheartened at times, totally fell out with it at others and felt many times that it wasn't worth the stress.

But I finished it! Going to work on Silence is Golden and get it wrapped up too, its on the epilogue as well and it is refusing to be written.

I've got a couple of ideas for new ones that i'll probably stick on at some point.

Thanks everyone who read this, either for the first time now or has stuck with it through the the long wait.

Chapter 16 – Epilogue

Three weeks later

Grimmjow clutched at the slim body beneath him, running his mouth in soft kisses up the side of the tanned neck. Strong hands gripped at his shoulders before one ran up his neck and threaded the fingers through his hair. A slow but firm thrust into the eager groin below him had the fingers tightening in his hair before pulling his face towards the other and devouring his lips. Ichigo moaned into the kiss, thrusting up and rubbing his aching erection into Grimmjow's.

Running a hand along the firm thigh, Grimmjow skimmed the area Ichigo needed attention, drawing a low whine out of the smaller man and making the kiss turn desperate, with a hint of teeth. Scooping the thigh around his back, lightly skimming the white bandages still wrapped around the stitched wound, Grimmjow slid his hand down to the curve of Ichigo's ass and tickled at the sensitive skin between his cheeks. The long legs met at the small of his back, pulling Grimmjow to him as Ichigo broke from the kiss to throw his head back at the sensations. With the weight and friction at his front and the gentle touch at his rear, Ichigo felt himself throb and his boxers were growing moist as his dick leaked into them.

It had been three weeks since Grimmjow had been rescued, and this was the first time they had been seriously messing around, minus a few blow jobs. After the first, when Ichigo had wanted to get closer to his lover, the white bandage turned red as he pulled stitches. Grimm had to make himself stay in the room as Ichigo again took out his kit and stitched himself again, neater than the doctor had and without any anaesthetic. So a ban had been put on full contact until they were sure it wasn't going to end up with Ichigo playing doctor with himself.

Grimmjow had suggested they play doctor when he got better.

Long fingers at his entrance made Ichigo writhe, almost thrusting into them in his need. The fingers quested around the front, finding the leaking end and swirling round the sensitive flesh, collecting the moisture before returning to the back, and pressing in gently. Grimmjow found he had to almost restrain his lover as he moved violently beneath him.

He pulled away for a moment, sitting up on his knees as he took in the wanton look on Ichigo's face, eyes cracking open as he searched for the reason he wasn't being touched any longer.

"On your knees, unless you want me to tie you down."

Ichigo just raised his eyebrow at the other, scooting over to all fours. Grimmjow pressed his shoulders down, leaving Ichigo vulnerable with his ass proudly pointing at his boyfriend.

Grimmjow pressed his lips to the small the long back and pulled the dark boxers off Ichigo, the other straightening his legs to help. The feel of his large lover pressing against his back, sinful lips trailing wet kisses all over the skin as the strong hands squeezed and pinched at the skin of his hips made Ichigo groan and widen his knees, leaving all of him in view. He waited as Grimmjow sat up to look at him, internally squirming at the scrutiny. A wet tongue ran up the back of his balls, making his cock bounce in response. The tongue kept going, flicking gently over the skin before it reached his entrance, swirling round the puckered skin. Ichigo shivered at the sensation as the sensitive muscle flicked at the ring before pressing in gently. Grimmjow speared his tongue, forcing it in the muscle and bending it around, the thin point flexible and moist. Ichigo let out a loud cry, hips thrusting back slightly onto the intruder, as Grimmjow fucked him with his tongue. Making sure to spread as much saliva around as possible, Grimmjow pulled out but quickly thrust two fingers into the body in front of him. The change of sensation, a soft tongue to two long hard fingers had Ichigo's vision going white for a moment as the long digits fucked him slowly. The speed increased, pads of the fingers rubbing against his prostate making him gasp. Grimmjow ran his other hand down the long back and round to tweak on soft nipples, pulling one, then the other into hard pebbles. He felt Ichigo's body tense, saw his balls draw up and he ran his hand around Ichigo's length, gripping hard at the base. Ichigo tried to rut into his hand, but it wasn't there for relief.

Ichigo screamed out, feeling almost ecstasy as his body orgasmed dry.

"Ah ah. I want you coming when I'm in you."

"Then you better take me or I'm turning round and taking you without prep."

"Oooo, no need to get nasty. All you had to do was say please." As Grimmjow said the last word, he rubbed against the spongy spot inside his lover, making the other almost sob with pleasure.

"Please! Fuck me please!"

Grimmjow smirked as he straightened up. He stroked his stiff member, smearing his own precum over the tip. "You want to turn round or will I just take you like this?"

"Grimm for fucks sake just do it!"

"Yes sir." Grimmjow slid into the tight passageway, stopping briefly halfway before going to the hilt. He saw the muscles in his lover's back twitch at the intrusion and the silken walls round him writhed a bit around him. Pulling back a bit he started thrusting gently, avoiding the one spot he knew his lover was desperate for him to strike. He only teased his lover for so long, his own need taking over as he thrust strongly, biting back a groan of his own. The narrow hips in his arms were moving with him, the low slap of the skin coming together being drowned out by the noises coming out of the man below him.

After not hearing anything from his lover for four days as the man lay in a hospital bed, Grimmjow cherished each and every whimper, groan and cry that came out of his partner's mouth. After the ambulance had arrived with its police escort, Grimmjow had bundled into the back after Ichigo, leaving the clean up to Kisuke and his companions. Shinji had eventually arrived at the hospital, greeting many by name as he made his way in. He took Grimmjow by the hand and led the shell shocked man into a private waiting room, Shinji claiming the perks of being best friends with the head of the department and made them both a decent coffee in the doctor's lounge before they sat and waited in silence.

The gun shot to his leg had nicked an artery but they were working on it in surgery at that point. There was also a hairline vertical fracture of his shin bone, probably from a long fall but it would heal as he kept the weight off the leg for the bullet wound.

Four days he was kept well sedated, the doctor having been well informed of his high pain threshold that would allow him to get up and walk around no matter his condition. They pumped first blood, and then fluids into his system to help him heal and when he opened his eyes, the warm brown pupils seeking out the bright blue ones before settling, grin on his face. Kisuke had been in to visit quite a lot, and Shinji made sure to come in at least once a day, bothering the blue haired man just for the fun of it most of the time making Ichigo laugh.

Shinji and Grimmjow had had a few conversations as Ichigo rested, mainly about the tall man's future. They had been trying to work out some sort of career he could take up, with a little help from the hacker with qualifications but Grimmjow was at a loss as to what he could actually do, legally. He could beat people up, not useful; he could drive but was he fuck being a delivery driver; not a bad shot but what could he do with that. It was heading towards the unqualified roles, construction or something and he was feeling a bit lost as to what he was supposed to actually be.

The surprise had been when a certain green eyed hacker had appeared in Ichigo's room, envelope in his hand. He held it out, stoic face not giving anything away. Grimmjow raised his eyebrow, leaning to take it before taking a step back to open it. Shinji had his wide predatory grin on his face, but it was fully directed at the black haired man at the door, who was now doing his best to not look at the blond. Shinji got up to stalk over to the nervous man, running his hand through his perfect hair.

"You must be Ulquiorra, good to finally meet you. I hear you are good with computers, but I reckon there is lots I could teach you." With his eyes sliding almost closed, it didn't leave much to the imagination about what the lessons would comprise of and when he wrapped his arm around the pale man the large green eyes opened even wider, staring slightly up into Shinji's.

The cheque made choosing a future career less of a worry. At least now Grimmjow wouldn't be depending on Ichigo to support him as he found his feet. Gin had said in the letter that he was grateful for what the blue haired man had done and he had wished him a happy life however he chose to do it. 75 million yen would certainly help ensure a happily ever after.

Shinji was choosing to spend some time trying to woo the reluctant Kiora; currently they were trying a long distance online relationship. The blond had come for dinner and had put Grimmjow off his noodles with his graphic descriptions of just how good cybersex can be. That night Grimmjow had gathered Ichigo in his arms as the orange haired man snoozed against him, glad that they were together, and that he didn't need a web cam to enjoy his partner naked.

The shuddering of the body beneath him brought Grimmjow's mind back to the job at hand and he angled his next few thrusts directly into the spot that would finish his partner. Three was all it took before Ichigo stopped moving, bottom lip held tightly in his teeth before he yowled his closure, the evidence spurting onto the bed beneath them. Grimmjow grimaced, closing his eyes to try and last a bit longer but the sight of his lover riding out the end of his own orgasm was imprinted on his retinas and he gripped the narrow hips in front of him till they bruised as he buried himself fully inside, pumping his essence into the man he loved.

Grimmjow draped himself down Ichigo's back, unable to move for the moment as he allowed his heartbeat to normalise. Feeling the smaller man under him squirm a bit, he carefully withdrew himself and flopped down the side, pulling Ichigo with him so they could spoon away from the mess on the bed. The final thought he had, was of satisfaction, both settling down for the night.

Waking up alone wasn't part of his plan for the next day, but hearing the shower explained it. They didn't clean up after their activities and Ichigo would definitely be regretting that this morning.

Grimmjow ran his hands through his bed messed hair and stretched, the pulling muscles in his groin showed just how out of shape he was. He hoped he hadn't been too rough last night or he was going to get bitched out at breakfast.

Deciding to curb that probability, Grimmjow slapped some bacon into the frying pan in the kitchen, fat splattering and hitting the exposed skin of his abdomen. He regretted grabbing only a pair of boxers now but was too lazy to change it. The bacon slid onto a plate warming in the oven and three eggs were cracked into the pan, sizzling in the hot bacon fat. Grimmjow scrambled them, adding a pinch of seasoning before scooping the mess onto the plate too.

Ichigo appeared just as the toast popped out of the toaster and he wrapped his arms around the other's waist, fingers slotting onto the dimples at Grimmjow's hipbones. "Breakfast? What brought this on?"

"Just want to pull my weight here; you made dinner so I figured it was my turn."

"So you're not trying to make up for these then?" Ichigo pulled his round and pointed to the bruises round his hipbones, each clearly finger shaped.

Grimmjow reached out and ran the pads of his fingers across the bruises, wincing in sympathy at the ones from his thumbs at the back of the hips. "Do I need to make up for them?" He wrapped his arms around his lover, hands cupping the firm backside. Ichigo's hands automatically wrapped into the blue hair, tugging at the strands. Grimmjow rubbed his thigh in between the legs in front of him, enticing a gasp from the smaller man. "Cause I can think of much better ways to make up for it than breakfast."

"Breakfast that will be ruined if we don't eat it soon. You can tell me more while we eat." Ichigo glanced at his lover, arching an eyebrow while giving him a look that promised more.

As they settled at the small table and filled their plates from the heaped one, neither broke the silence, each waiting the other out. Unfortunately for Grimmjow, Ichigo had infinite patience and his smirk grew as the blue haired man huffed before speaking.

"Well, you expressed an interest in turning the tables last night, I was just wondering if you were serious."

Ichigo paused, fork full of eggs halfway to his mouth. He remembered fuming at his lover for teasing him last night, and then threatening to fuck him but he had never considered the possibility of it really. "I figured you didn't take it, that you were just a seme."

"I haven't done it often, when I was younger and messing around I ended up being bottom a few times with older guys. Didn't happen after I stopped growing."

"Did you enjoy it?" Ichigo was surprised at the other's experience. Ichigo himself had played both roles before, being the dominant with men and women before but that was when Shiro had been dominating him.

"It's hard to say, I didn't not enjoy it but there isn't a lot of good memories from that time. I would do it with you though, I would love to wrap my legs around you, and get finger bruises from you. I'd like to see your face as you came inside me."

Ichigo's face burned red as his lover talked dirty and with the intense blood flow to his groin, he was feeling lightheaded to boot. "How about be under me as I fucked you from behind, just like you did to me last night."

"I'd take it any way you'd give it." Grimmjow leaned in, blue eyes piercing the liquid toffee ones.

Ichigo broke the stare out, and dropped his eyes to his plate. Feeling a hand take his, he glanced back up. He could see the question in the other's eyes as to why the change in mood. "I've never topped as Ichigo, you were the first person I've ever made love to as me."

"And now you're worried that Shiro might take over if you fuck me."

"He's always quite vocal during our sessions as it is, and I don't want him to hurt you."

Grimmjow frowned for a minute, having picked up on a few off the cuff remarks about the alter-ego he had realised he was more than just a cloak to be worn to shade Ichigo, he was a separate conscious almost. "I can take whatever that little punk can give out. I love you Ichigo, all of you including your split personality."

Ichigo's blush returned with vengeance, and he ducked his head, a small smile on his lips this time. Breakfast forgotten about Grimmjow stood and pulled his lover to his feet, leading the other back to the bedroom. He spotted that Ichigo had already stripped the soiled sheet from the night before and the dirty linen was pilled at the door. A clean bed of deep orange waited for them and he lay on it, pulling his lover down over him. Ichigo lay between the powerful thighs of his partner, evidence of their dirty talk pressing against his abdomen as he ducked in for a kiss. Having such a powerful man under him gave him some thrill, Shiro was strong and fast and ultimately would cream the larger man but it would be through cunning and better technique. For pure strength Grimmjow had him outmatched, the broad shoulders and tight chest muscles flickering under his questing hands. He ran his fingers round the dips under Grimmjow's pectorals before smoothing the pad of his thumb over the nipple, making it stiffen slightly at the attention. Grimmjow's chest was mainly hairless, like his own but there were a few dark blue hairs round both nipples and Ichigo pulled slightly on them before giving the other side the same attention. The man under him was just lying back, watching his lover with hooded eyes, a lazy smirk on his face. Ichigo returned the smirk before diving in to nuzzle on the soft skin under the other's jaw, licking an sucking on the skin before sinking his teeth into the large muscle the joined the neck to the shoulder. He times that with the trailing of his hands finally making a path down the man's chest, to the elastic of the boxers, palming the hardness underneath. The sensation at his neck and dick made Grimmjow arch up into Ichigo, making the orange head smile round his mouthful. Kissing and licking the abused skin as an apology, Ichigo reached into the boxers with his hand and wrapped his fingers around the girth, squeezing as he pumped it slowly. Grimmjow had wrapped his arms loosely around the other, running his arms over the expanse of tanned skin as he just let himself bask in the attention. His previous lover who had dominated him had done just that, taken their own pleasure with little or no thought given to the other. He'd never been forcefully taken, like some of the younger and smaller recruits had been but it didn't mean he had felt appreciated in anyway.

Ichigo moved himself, descending down his body as he licked a path, kneeling between the parted thighs, just looking back up at the other man as he fisted the erecting now pulled from the boxers. He released it for a moment, hooking his fingers into the fabric of the boxers before pulling them over Grimmjow's ass, and up, making the blue haired man straighten his legs up the way for the other to pull them off. Ichigo pressed the legs open again, watching them flop back to the sides, leaving his lover fully exposed. Grimmjow's pride sat straight and thick from a bed of dark blue hair and his heavy balls were sitting quite close to his body, clearly excited with the current events. Ichigo ran his hands up the wide thighs before cupping the sacks. He leaned down capturing Grimmjow's lips in a strong, closed mouth kiss before ghosting his fingers back to tease at the entrance to his body. He felt the little ring of muscle quiver under his fingers as he circled it, tickling the sensitive skin lightly.

Grimmjow frowned and pulled away from the kiss as he heard a snap, and he glanced to see a small bottle in his lover's free hand. Looking up at the smirking face he got his answer.

"Strawberry flavoured."

Grimmjow streaked his head up, reconnecting the two pairs of lips as he opened his mouth to the demanding tongue of his lover. He smelled the lubricant just before the cool touch of the lubed up finger came into contact with him. He tried to relax as the finger rubbed the liquid over the muscle before pressing in gently. Ichigo pistoned the digit in, just up to the second knuckle, slowly, twisting the finger both ways to try and get the other used to the intrusion. Pressing further in, Ichigo was soon able to fully fuck his lover with his long finger. The intense frown on his lover's face ebbed and Ichigo took that as a sign to add another finger, pressing the two in fully, bringing gasps to the surface as he brushed the sides of his lover's pleasure centre.

With three fingers fully inserted, Ichigo twisted and crooked them searching for the spot he knew he'd brushed earlier. He knew he'd found it when Grimmjow arched off the bed again, head twisted so he was pressing the side of his face into the pillow under him. Ichigo took the opportunity to lower himself again and with a quick glance at his distracted lover, he swiped his tongue along the head of the proud cock, lapping up the beads of precum before swallowing the thing whole, burying his nose in the blue curls.

The double sensations were too much for the other man, and he gripped handfuls of orange hair too tightly as he released down the Ichigo's throat. During his post orgasmic high, Ichigo slid his pinkie into the centre of his hand as he finger fucked his lover, opening the man up even more.

"Fuck me Ichigo; I want to feel you inside me."

Ichigo loved the breathless quality in his lover's voice, knowing he's been the cause of it. He swiftly, but gently removed his fingers, stroking his own ignored dick with the lubricant as he lay down between the legs again. Pulling the strong thighs around him, he angled himself correctly before slowly pushing through the muscle.

Ichigo had to suck in his breath as the heat enveloped him, the sensation being to foreign to him. Grimmjow gripped him tightly with his long legs, holding him firmly at the start as he tried to get his body to accept the intrusion. Eventually the legs slackened, allowing Ichigo to move, slow strokes to get him used to the motion as well. The pace progressed naturally, both men encouraging the other until Ichigo was on his knees, hands pressing Grimmjow's thighs open wider as he thrust strongly into the other. Grimmjow could see the gold glint appearing in his lover's eyes and he smiled.

Slinging a hand around the other's neck to grab his attention, Grimm hauled him closer till he could whisper into the other's ear. "Fuck me Shiro." The low moan that answered him gave him enough warning to prepare himself as he was pressed further into the bed, the orange haired head pressing into the hollow under his collar bone. Grimmjow had taken Ichigo roughly last night and he knew that this was going to leave even more bruises. He was holding the shoulders above him in a tight grip, one that grew tighter as a hand ghosted round his cock, thumbing the tip while it pumped him. The hand was tight but slowly, almost painfully so compared to the wild motions into his ass and the combination made him come with a jolt. Because it was unexpected, he shouted, before spraying both of them with his thick fluids. He felt Ichigo falter, the moans become whimpers before his hips were grasped painfully tightly as the other released inside him. Ichigo dropped down onto him, breath panting against his skin as he regained himself.

"That was amazing."

Ichigo just nodded in return, still unable to talk. The gold had faded from his eyes, but Grimmjow wouldn't be unhappy to see it during sex anyway.

"I love you."

Again, Ichigo just nodded, snuggling closer while still draped over him.

"Come on lazy bones, the bed was just changed, we need to clean up." This brought out a shake, and deeper snuggling. After some persuading Ichigo sat up, pulling himself free with a low groan. Grimmjow stood slowly, feeling more unused muscles complaining about the rough treatment as he headed to the shower. Turning the hot tap on, he relished the water soothing his muscles. Having his lover join him to wash their deeds off his body made him feel loved, and as the orange head pressed onto his chest as they lay in their bed that night made him feel at home.

And nothing in the room was white.

Phew, that was hard to write, but i'm glad I finished it rather than abandoning it.

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