Key to My Heart

Starting Off...wrong

Ichigo sighed as he layed on his bed. He couldn't help but think about his new..job. Sure he was attracted to Grimmjow but, he hadn't even known the man for over 30 minutes and he was alreadying giving his body to the man. It was hard for him to even think clearly, thoughts of what could possibly happen floating into his head. Even as he layed there, trying to study, he couldn't focus on the words on the page. It was 2 in the afternoon and Grimmjow was supposed to come over. Ichigo had no idea when but he had to expect him at any time. He was a little scared that he would be taken advantage of but, he tried to push aside those thoughts. He stood up and strecthed his arms over his head as he walked to the kitchen. Just as he left his bedroom, his cell phone started to ring and, not bothering to check the caller ID, he answered it.

"Ichigo, I'll be there in 15 minutes." an all too familiar voice said. Ichigo's eyes widened.

"Grimm...Grimmjow..?" he questioned. The voice chuckled.

"Glad you recognize my voice." he said. "Just be ready for me. I'm only talking for an hour. You get to ask me anything and I'll answer all your questions. When the hour is up, we can decide how much I give you each week. I'm not gonna waste time."

"Um....o-okay." Ichigo said. Never had he been so embarrassed to talk to anyone in his life. He shocked himself.

"Great. Well, I'll be there in 9 minutes. Anything that you could think of now to ask me?"

"No.."

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Grimmjow got there and Ichigo let him inside.

"Would you like something to eat?" Ichigo asked.

"No thanks. Like I said, I'm not wasting time." Grimmjow replied, sitting down on the couch. Ichigo sat next to him. "Ask me anything."

"Have you ever been in a relationship before?" he asked. Grimmjow laughed. He couldn't help it.

"Yes." he answered.

"Have you asked any other guys to do what you asked me to do?"

"Only a couple of times...but they weren't as easy as you." Grimmjow said. Ichigo just stared at him. He was easy? Ichigo Kurosaki was not easy. He felt offended.

"I'm not easy..." he said, balling his fists in his lap.

"That's not what it seems like. You gave in so easy." he smirked. Ichigo stood up.

"I am not easy! You think I just gave in easy? I didn't. I actually was thinking the whole time from the bar till you came here. I had a decision to make." Ichigo said, glaring at the other. "Right now, I don't even think that I should even do this."

Ichigo had never before had to stand up for himself like this. He never wanted to fight with anyone. Maybe that was because nobody had ever irritated him like this. He had never been called easy before. He never gave in. Not even to Shinji when he tried stuff. Even when they were both drunk as hell.

"I think I like you better when you fight back." Grimmjow said, standing and cupping the other's chin. Ichigo backed away.

"Don't touch me..." he said. Grimmjow frowned.

"Well...if you ever change your mind, call me." he said, walking away from Ichigo and out the door.

Ichigo sighed and sat on the couch, leaning his head back. He felt a little better but was still upset about being called easy. It wasn't just that he was called easy. He wasn't exactly sure what it was though. Maybe it was because it had been Grimmjow that said it. He shook his head, trying to clear that thought from his head. He was angry with Grimmjow. He sat there, his head in his hands.

"What just happened..?" he questioned aloud. He decided to call Shinji and ask him to come over.

"Should I bring some booze?" his blonde friend asked.

"Yes. The strongest stuff you have." Ichigo said. Shinji hung up and Ichigo closed his phone then layed on his couch, waiting for his friend to get there. He needed a way to try and clear his head. He would call Grimmjow later but, for now, he was focused on one thing. Clearing his head.

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Shinji showed up and Ichigo immediatley took the bottle and opened it and started drinking right from it.

"Woah woah woah, Ichi, slow down." Shinji said, snatching the bottle away and sitting down next to his friend. "Talk."

"It's....complicated." Ichigo said with a heavy sigh. He started to feel like his head was fuzzy. "The guy a' tha club offered me a job an' came back to here..." Shinji shook his head.

"What did he do?" he asked.

"He said tha' he would pay me for...sex with 'im." Ichigo coulld barley keep his head up now.

"Wow...and you said no? Well, that's good." Shinji said.

"Firs' I said yes but then he came over to talk...today...an' he called me easy, Shin...." he said, laying his head on Shinji's shoulder.

"He's a dick." Ichigo giggled at his friends comment. "Ichi, I think you should lay off the booze for a while. C'mon."

Shinji helped Ichigo up off the couch and practically carried him to his bedroom, laying him on the bed then sitting next to him. He rubbed his friends back, watching as he closed his eyes and nearly curled up in a ball. That was how he always slept after getting drunk. Shinji sighed. He hated when Ichigo was like this.

"Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to stay with him." the blonde said, getting up and walking into the living room and sitting on the couch.

Things after that didn't go as bad as he thought they would. Ichigo woke up a couple of hours later with a slight headache but managed to make it into the kitchen to get a large glass of water.

"I feel like I got hit in the head..." he said, sitting on the couch. Shinji chuckled.

"You chugged down almost half a bottle of rum in under 2 minutes. It's a record." he replied.

"How'd your hook up go last night?" Ichigo asked.

"Amazing. He spent the night and we plan on hanging out again tonight." Shinji said, smiling. Ichigo couldn't help but smile, happy for his friend. He wondered why he wasn't able to find someone to have sex with. Maybe even have a relationship with someone.

It was almost impossible for him to see other people in relationships around him. He grew jeleous of others but held in his jeleousy. He just wondered when he would find someone then, he thought that he should try to be with Grimmjow. He just wasn't sure how he should ask.