Misunderstandings are not so Misunderstood

Summary: Rukia and Renji overhear something, but Rukia is sure it isn't what they think. GrimmIchi, yaoi

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach

Warning: AU, OOC, language, yaoi, adult references

Pairing: GrimmIchi

A/N's:

This is not actually my first Bleach fanfic, but the others are lost to the vast recesses of history. I love to read stories where people overhear and think that the characters are having sex but really it isn't, however, I wanted to make a slight change. So, here's my version. Also note that while I don't mind reading, and actually find it humorous, when fanfiction is mentioned in a fanfic, I don't actually care to do it myself. That's why Rukia says there are movies about it rather than stories. T'is short, but I'm running on limited time.

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“Ah!”

Renji and Rukia paused, sharing a brief, baffled look as they stood outside Ichigo's door. The carrot-top had no idea they were here, of course, as they made it a point to hide their reiatsu and they informed him they would not be able to make it due to complications in Seireitei. This was, of course, all part of an elaborate plot to sneak up on the unsuspecting vizard, usually able to call both of them out before they even manage to jump him from behind.

“Oh, yes!”

The breathlessness of Ichigo's voice behind his closed bedroom door was certainly unheard of. The two shared another look and stepped closer, pressing their ears to the door. Perhaps he knew of their plot (they didn't see how), and was trying to make them uncomfortable enough that they came out of hiding and destroyed their chance to startle him with the age-old trick.

“Fuck...Harder!”

“Just what the hell is he doing?” Renji mouthed to Rukia, a slight blush forming across his cheeks. He had an idea of what might be going on behind those closed doors, and rather someone else was in there or not Renji didn't want to barge in anymore. Rukia shrugged and pressed her ear closer to the door, eyes widening when she heard the sound of bedsprings moving. Just what the hell was Ichigo doing in there?

“Damn it, I said harder you bastard!”

Renji's blush turned an interesting shade of beet, and Rukia couldn't stop her own from forming this time. She shook it off nevertheless and continued to listen.

“Ooh! Ah! Yes, yes, yes!”

Huh, Ichigo certainly sounded satisfied that time. Whatever was happening, he must have really liked it. Renji must have felt the same because he jerked away and started to disappear around the corner. Rukia followed him, curious as to why her friend was leaving.

“Oi, Renji, where are you going?” she asked, tilting her head to the side. Renji frowned and glanced at Rukia over his shoulder, uncertain if she was serious or not. She looked pretty damn serious, but there was no way in hell she couldn't know what was going on in there.

“I think Ichigo's busy,” he informed her with his maddening blush. “I'll come back later.”

Rukia snorted and gestured with her head to the door they'd left behind. “Don't let that fool you, it's not what it sounds like.”

Renji frowned and stepped back another step. What did Rukia mean it wasn't what they thought? He figured it was pretty damn obvious what was going on in there by the sounds they heard. He said as much and earned a soft chuckle in response.

“There's movies about this sort of thing,” Rukia told the slightly older man matter-of-factly. Renji's expression was of ineffable shock after she said that. What had happened to his childhood friend during her time on earth? Had she really watched those kinds of movies? “People overhear things and think it's one thing,” the inflection in her tone told him what that 'thing' was, “and it's really completely innocent.”

“Really?” Renji asked uncertain.

“Really.” Rukia nodded and grabbed his wrist, leading him away from Ichigo's door. “Come on, lets get something to drink and wait for Ichigo.”

Renji didn't question why, if it was completely innocent, they weren't entering Ichigo's room to discover what was truly happening inside. He wasn't sure he wanted to know.

Inside Ichigo's room, the orange-haired vizard cried out his completion, digging his fingers into the Espada's blue locks. Grimmjow's name left his mouth in a shout that went unheard by his secret guests currently in the kitchen.

“Damn it, Shinigami, how do you manage to stay so damn tight?” Grimmjow cursed, enjoying the feeling of those cheeks clamping around him until his member softened and he pulled out. Ichigo snorted and rolled over, allowing Grimmjow to lay down beside him.

“Shut up and sleep, bastard,” the substitute Shinigami ordered, ignoring the amused chuckle that followed his command.

The two fell into a peaceful slumber, unaware of the guests downstairs.

END