Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. All rights and reserves belong to its creator, the much respected Tite Kubo

Warnings: AU, OCC, Male on Male action, Mild Language, etc.

Hey Y'all, its Daichi Sama ^~^ I didn't give up on Strawberry Grenade, just stuck on it. I'm trying to build up on my writing style so that I can satisfy not only my readers but also myself. So! Without further adou, The Demon Trappers Son, based on the novel The Demon Trappers Daughter.

Ichigo sat on the steps of the Tabernacle, the official meeting place of the Demon Trappers Guild of Atlanta. He stared down at his demon trapping license, wondering for the millionth time that day if he was making the right decision. His mother Masaki Kurosaki was a demon trapper, but she was killed by one of the Hellspawn back when Ichigo was seven years old. He'd been there with her, when she was run down in the street, torn to pieces by a huge, muscular, slobbering Hellspawn that went by the name Astaring. He remembered its deep brown cracked skin and the rumble of the ground whenever it spoke in its hellish tongue. Ichigo never thought that it was strange he could understand Hellspeak, until he'd joined the Trappers Guild. His master's, Grand Master Urahara's, methods were unorthodox; he once threw Ichigo into a pit with a demon, to face off using his wits alone. And sure, along the way, Kisuke had lost a great deal of apprentices, but the ones that survived were among the top in the world. His mother and Urahara had trained together as apprentices, and if she had survived, Ichigo knew that she'd have made a great Master. When he was young he'd dreamed of being trained by her, and rising up through the ranks under her watchful eye and nurturing hand. He still missed his mother everyday, though he'd never say it aloud. He kept it bottled up until that one day every year they made the trek up to the Oakland Cemetery, then he bawled like a baby.

"Ichigo?" He knew that voice without having to even turn. His fellow apprentice Shinji Hirako, they both trained under Urahara, and though Shinji had insane talent for trapping, he never climbed the ranks. Ichigo guessed from his less than subtle glances that he had a crush on their Master, though that type of thing was never allowed, and Urahara barely put up with him. His friend sat on the cold stone step next to him, the worried expression in his eyes making Ichigo glare back down at his license. He felt a warm hand on his arm, "Ichigo, why don't you take some more time to think about this? Maybe sleep on it. Just promise me not to do anything too rash?" Ichigo smiled at his friend, truly grateful he was allowing him a cowards way out. He nodded his head, and lurched to his feet, sliding his license back in the pocket of his tight blue jeans and walking down to his car. It was a beat up old thing, but he was insanely proud of it, scratches, dents and all. Even the backfire had a cute tone to it, and everyone already knew he was there before he even stepped in the room. He unlocked the door and hopped in, he looked balefully at the black duffle bag full of his trapping items. He stowed it in the backseat, and then started up the car and drove for home.

The city of Atlanta had really gone to shit since the demon invasion, like every other big city in the world, people had automatically gone into full riot mode and started destroying everything, even the communities they lived in. But soon after, the city officials called in the Demon Trappers, and had them set up shop, to push the Hellspawn back and keep its people safe. But that proved to be a tireless job, working all day, every day, and they didn't even nudge the line back a bit. There wasn't as many civilian casualties, sure, but the demons numbers remained the same, and in the places the trappers couldn't reach, escalated.

While Ichigo's mind drifted off, he ended up making two turns he hadn't anticipated, and found himself dangerously close to Five Points, otherwise known as Demon Central, where the Hellspawn had originally set up camp. There was a run down little bar, nestled between two strip joints called The Armageddon Lounge. Ichigo looked around, place was really busy considering its location. If people were still going there despite the fact that it was almost in Five Points, he knew the place must be something like sanctuary. He slipped a little vial of Holy Water into the same pocket as his Trappers license, and turned the car off. He fingered the golden cross around his neck while he got out, there was no sign of demons. And none of the buildings had graffiti in Hellspeak, which was a definite plus. They liked to make sure everyone knew which places belonged to them. Of course, no one really knew what they said besides him, his 'gift' allowed him to read, speak, and understand Hellspeak. Most Master trappers knew a few curse words that they'd picked up from the Hellspawn while they killed them, but that was the extent. It wasn't like humans and Hellspawn sat down and taught each other their languages. The less they knew of what their enemy was saying, the better. So why was it, that Ichigo could easily understand Hellspeak, and speak it fluently? A man in the guild had accused him of selling his soul to Lucifer, and then proceeded to insult his dear departed mother. He wanted to rip the guys throat out with his teeth, but his Master had told him to stand down, and take a leave of absence until he could deal with his problems.

He sighed, and got out of the car, now resolute. He seriously deserved, no, needed a drink. And luckily for him, trappers could drink from age sixteen. One of the job perks, something having to do with growing up quicker than most. Ichigo crossed the parking lot, and rested his hand against the door, feeling a slow steady beat of music pulsating through the wood. He opened the door, and found a well lit, rather large lounge, where a young woman was singing 'Cowboy Casanova' by Carrie Underwood. He snorted under his breath, and eyed the bar. He stalked over, feeling numerous eyes on him. He hadn't dressed for a nice place like this, with a working karaoke system, tiny little dance floor, tables, booths, and even a few pool tables. He wore tight blue jeans with holes in the knees, a plain white v'neck tee with some unidentifiable stains on it, and don't even let him start in on his bright orange hair.

He tapped his finger on the bar while he waited for the bartender to acknowledge his existence. When he did, Ichigo asked for a beer, and scowling at the dubious look the bartender gave him.

"Id?" The man asked, and Ichigo pulled out his Trappers license, glad that he hadn't given it to his Master for safe keeping while he 'unraveled the mysteries of his past'. The guys eyes flashed, and he swooped down on Ichigo, his voice low. "I don't want any trouble, ya hear?" Ichigo frowned, and nodded once.

"I'm just here for the booze." He replied shortly, and got a shrug in return, the guy gave him a tall glass and Ichigo lifted it to his lips, reaching into his back pocket to pull out some money. A hand rested on his shoulder, while someone put down some money. Ichigo scowled, looking back at the stranger, his complaint dying in his throat when he saw him. Tall, rugged, and smoking hot, were all adjectives that could be used to describe this man, Ichigo's eyes were predictably drawn up to his electric blue hair first, but as he let his eyes roam; he took in his slanted blue eyes, well sculpted features, not to mention that muscular body clothed in black leather. His clothing left absolutely nothing to the imagination, though Ichigo's was busy with sinful, sweaty exercise and raw desire that had him curling his toes in his boots. He shook his head to clear it, what the hell? He wasn't even gay. Ichigo realized that he'd been staring too long and tried to remember what he had been doing.

"Someone as beautiful as you shouldn't ever have to frown like that." The stranger said, in a deep baritone. Ichigo could imagine a million and one dirty things that he wanted to hear in that voice. The blue haired man smirked and said, "Are you in the mood ta fuck tonight?" Ichigo gasped at the bold come on, and looked around, his face heating. No one paid them any mind, except the bartender who's eyes seemed laced with so many emotions he felt dizzy. He felt a finger under his chin, and he was forced to look into the strangers eyes. The man had a slight frown now, and Ichigo immediately felt bad for being the one to put it there.

He felt a pop, similar to the feeling you get when you're on an airplane and he sunk into the strangers arms. He felt lips at his ear as raw desire laced through his blood, unlike anything he had ever felt before, his body was on fire, centered around his nether regions and he pressed the growing bulge against the stranger, earning him a pleased purr. "The name's Grimmjow, remember it well, because you'll be screaming it tonight."

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The next thing Ichigo knew was that he was lying on his bed, wrapped tightly in Grimmjow's arms, while the other man plundered his mouth with kisses that made Ichigo's toes curl. He moaned and mewled into the kisses, his tongue eagerly meeting the bluenette's every time their lips parted. He was overwhelmed and the heat was enough to stifle, their bodies already slick with sweat, but they continued on kissing, Grimmjow's lips were surprisingly soft, though he was not gentle, not by a long shot. He was eager, yes that you could tell, but he was practiced and willing to take his good sweet time. Ichigo pulled back for air, panting, his chest heaving with the effort. Grimmjow rolled so that he was on top of him, and kissed him again before he could catch his breath. It was lacking the fleeting sweetness that his ex girlfriends kisses tasted of, but instead it awakened a fire deep in his belly, that he felt as if he'd been yearning for.

Grimmjow pulled back and grinned at him, before kissing and licking his neck, he sucked particularly hard and bit down. The pain cleared Ichigo's head a bit. He pushed Grimmjow off of his neck, panting. The fire in his belly hadn't subsided, and he could feel how eager Grimmjow was, but his raging teenage hormones forced the words out of his mouth.

"I'm seventeen years old." He blurted, and then cursed inwardly. Grimmjow placed his hands on either side of Ichigo's head and looked down at him.

"I saw you show your Id to the bartender, so what? You faked it?" Ichigo shook his head, wondering why he didn't just shove this guy off of him, or shout upstairs for his father.

Ichigo wondered why he bothered explaining to the guy, he'd made it clear from the moment they met that all he wanted was a good fuck. "I'm a demon trapper, we get to drink from age sixteen." Grimmjow recoiled, like he'd been slapped. And then shook his head, chuckling under his breath.

"You're yankin' my chain. I'm guessing you already know what I am and you're trying to scare me, right?" Then it was Ichigo's turn to recoil. His whole body froze. And the more the thought about it, the more sense it made. He'd never had a gay thought before in his life, and yet here he was, wrapped in the arms of some dude he'd met barely half an hour ago, making out like it was the most normal thing in the world. And god that reaction, he'd played right into the Hellspawn's hands.

"Ah Christ," Ichigo sobbed, he was just an apprentice, he didn't know how to deal with a Hellspawn of this caliber. He should of course start with lying, big time to cover up everything, pretend it was a joke maybe, whatever he had to do to get this thing calm and complacent. He considered calling upstairs for his father, he'd been a demon trapper too way back when, he'd given Ichigo's mother 'private lessons' and ended up winning her heart. It'd been a long time since he'd had to use his trapping ability, since he quit, but maybe he could fend the thing off or put it to sleep or something. Ichigo thought longingly of the trapping bag in the back seat of his car, and cursed himself. His Master, Urahara, told him to keep the damn thing with him at all times. He expected the Hellspawn to immediately try and kill him, or steal his soul to curry favor with some higher level fiend.

What he didn't expect was the maniacal laughter, "So I managed to catch me a little demon hunter, eh? That's some serious cool points, score ten thousand for Grimmjow." Ichigo froze, appalled. "And a little hottie to boot." He snorted, and then resumed kissing him, Ichigo was still frozen in place, and Grimmjow pulled back, obviously annoyed. "What the hells the matter with you?"

"I'm a demon trapper, a trapper, okay? Not a hunter, it takes serious skill to trap Hellspawn, killing one is easy cheesy." Grimmjow opened his mouth, but Ichigo continued, "How could you ever expect me to go on with this, huh? I mean honestly."

Grimmjow smirked, "If a saintly boy like you would be so eager to sleep with a man, why not a demon too?" He bent down and kissed Ichigo, this time gently, and softly, and so sweet that Ichigo's body melted. The bluenette hmmed in appreciation, and his tongue flicked out asking for entrance. The young male parted his lips, and allowed Grimmjow access. The Hellspawn was seriously screwing with his mind. He could not go through with this. He'd immediately be kicked out for something like this, wouldn't he? The blue haired demon chuckled softly into the kiss, and Ichigo's heart fluttered, his hands reaching up to push him off, but only succeeded in resting the palms of his hands on his chest. Grimmjow rested an arm by Ichigo's head so the other could trace a line down his body, making him shiver. The demon ripped his shirt open impatiently, and his bright blue eyes zeroed in on Ichigo's pert pink nipples. Ichigo caught his lip between his teeth as Grimmjow bent to lick at a nipple, he bit it, and the pain and pleasure made Ichigo whine. His lips sealed over the little pink bud and sucked harshly, bringing his hand up to pinch the other. Ichigo's legs parted, and Grimmjow fell neatly between them.

Their erections ground together through the fabric of their clothes and both made twin sounds of pleasure. Ichigo struggled to sit up, and Grimmjow let him, returning his mouth to Ichigo's driving him mad with his intense fiery kisses. The orange haired teen pulled Grimmjow's shirt over his head, and he gasped softly at what he saw. Bright blue swirling lines around the Hellspawns shoulders, curled down across his chest, there was a fresh looking claw mark that wound its way from the back of his shoulder down. And right above a stark black six was a hickey to put all hickies to shame. Ichigo grumbled at that, and then recaptured Grimmjow's mouth, climbing onto his lap, he sat, comfortably, intent on driving the Hellspawn just as crazy as he felt. He ran his hands up and down the blue haired devils muscular chest, and ground their erections together, moaning needlessly loud into the others mouth. He pressed forward more, rubbing his hard nipples against Grimmjow's chest. Ichigo couldn't help the moan that was wrought from him at the helpless sounding groan from the demon. The zipper of his jeans were pulled down, and he wiggled so that Grimmjow wouldn't have any trouble getting them off. The dark blue briefs followed, and Ichigo was pushed onto his back while the blue haired demon leaned over him, eyeing his naked body hungrily. The bluenette palmed his erection, and began stroking it, slowly, deliciously, driving Ichigo to the brink of sanity and back.

He didn't see the blue haired Hellspawn reach back and take out the little tube of lubricant, but he saw when he rubbed his fingers together, and slipped them in between Ichigo's ass cheeks. He could feel a finger at his entrance, and he swallowed hard, the pleasure in his belly now replaced by a tingle of fear. The finger pushed in, and Ichigo wiggled at the strange sensation. Grimmjow took his erection in his other hand and began pumping in time with the little thrusting motions of his finger until Ichigo's hips were moving to meet it. Grimmjow chuckled lowly and added another finger, there was a slight pain, that he could feel for a moment before it was drowned out. The blue haired demon was playing his body like a well tuned instrument. His fingers began scissoring, and Ichigo caught his lip between his teeth when he added a third, but then suddenly a warbled moan forced itself out of Ichigo's mouth, and pleasure laced through his blood.

Ichigo mewled, "Right there, ah!" He didn't care how slutty he sounded, he wanted it again. "Mmn! Yeah, there, right there!" Grimmjow smirked, and captured Ichigo's lips again, silencing any more sounds. He yanked his figners out, and Ichigo immediately missed them, he wiggled his hips, wanting them back. He could feel something hot at his entrance, and he broke the kiss, looking down. Grimmjow had freed himself from his tight leather pants, a hand at the base of his large, dripping erection as he positioned it just right. Ichigo whimpered, "You're gonna put that in me?" He hated how small his voice sounded.

Grimmjow smiled against his lips, blue eyes meeting brown. "Don't worry, little trapper, it'll fit in there." He added almost as an afterthought, "I'll make it feel good for you." Ichigo nodded, completely trusting of this demon. Then, the bluenette's hot throbbing cock began to ease into Ichigo's hole, it felt like hot steel encased in satin, and it filled Ichigo up way past comfortable levels. He warbled, and murmnured something he didn't quite understand himself, his body and face growing hotter as it slid in halfway. And then, he pulled back out, the head almost coming out, and then he thrust back in, with the rhythm of the ocean. It was quiet, except for the minor protests of the bed, and their heavy breathing. And then, Ichigo cried out, his spot had been hit perfectly. His back arched, and he closed his eyes, as his prostate was struck again and again. He moaned, and screamed and wiggled underneath Grimmjow, the bluenette lifted one of Ichigo's legs and put it up on his shoulder, the new angle gave him even better access to his special spot. Ichigo panted, and moaned and mewled, and Grimmjow groaned and moaned. The room was filled with the smell of sex and sweat, as well as the sounds of their pleasure.

"Ah! Hmm, uh, uh huh. Right there! Ah! Grimmjow..!" Ichigo moaned, his body practically on fire, the feeling of Grimmjow's big hot throbbing cock thrusting in and out of his hole driving him mad. He could feel himself teetering on the brink of oblivion.

Grimmjow wiped sweat off of his brow, actually smiling at Ichigo, "You like that?" His voice was filled with male satisfaction, as he watched Ichigo withering and moaning, a puddle of goo in his capable hands. Ichigo nodded and whined, his hips rising up to meet Grimmjow's thrusts. "Uhh, oh fuck…!" He pulled out of him, and flipped him over on his stomach. "Hands and knees," He ordered, and Ichigo obliged, his ass in the air, bared to Grimmjow. He felt so vulnerable and probably looked slutty but he just wanted Grimmjow's cock inside him again.

He glanced over his shoulder at Grimmjow, eyes hooded. "Grimm..Grimmjow?" He murmured, and wiggled his ass a little bit, hoping he didn't mean to leave him here like this. Grimmjow groaned and thrust deep inside him, his balls slapping against Ichigo's ass.

"Fucking slut," Grimmjow murmured in his ear, as he leaned over his body. He reached a hand back and slapped Ichigo's ass for emphasis. Ichigo arched his back, and moaned. He had a good idea of how slutty he looked, but he couldn't care less. His mind was already gone when Grimmjow reached around his front and palmed his weeping member. Ichigo muffled his scream in his pillow as he came, white exploded behind his eyelids, and he felt warmth fill his ass. Grimmjow pulled out panting hard, and Ichigo flipped over, looking at the others erection.

"Still hard?" Ichigo asked, his voice raspy. Grimmjow nodded, the look in his eyes were pure fire.

After catching his breath, Grimmjow asked, "What are you going to do about it?" His eyebrow was raised. That gave Ichigo enough courage to climb onto his lap, his arms circled Grimmjow's shoulders, as he raised himself up and kissed him. He reached back with one hand and guided Grimmjow's still hard erection to his twitching entrance. Ichigo bit his lip as he lowered himself onto it, staring into the demons eyes as he did so. Grimmjow's eyes rolled back as he seated himself in his lap, and the bluenette leaned back, his hands on Ichigo's hips as he watched him. Ichigo let go of his lip, and placed his hands on Grimmjow's stomach to get better leverage as he lifted himself and then impaled himself again of Grimmjow's erection. He looked to the place where their bodies met, and he moaned when he saw the blue haired Hellspawn's cock being swallowed up by his ass. "Such a greedy little hole, isn't it?"

Ichigo tilted his head, and murmured, "You were the one who made it that way, asshole." And he scowled when Grimmjow's eyebrows shot up. He concentrated on what he was doing, mewling when it hit his spot just right.

"W- wait, you can speak Hellspeak?" Grimmjow asked, his voice sounding shocked. Ichigo almost stopped, but had to continue when Grimmjow growled at him. He cursed inwardly, why had he switched to Hellspeak?

"Yeah, nobody knows why, but yeah…I can speak it." He said, throwing his head back when Grimmjow thrust hard into him, he barely caught his scream.

Grimmjow's lips pressed against his neck, and he pulled back a playful glint in his eye. "You mean I could've been talking dirty to you in my language?" He drawled in his native tongue. Ichigo 'uhh'ed as he thrust into him, and he breath started quickening as Grimmjow pawed his erection.

"You sure talk a lot don't you?" Ichigo ground out, sticking to English. He wanted to respond, something deep down inside of him really wanted to respond in Hellspeak, something awakening inside of him, something dark that wanted to rage forth only to be claimed by this demon. But he bit his lip, whining as he met each and every one of Grimmjow's deep thrusts. With twin sounds of animalistic lust, the two came roughly. Ichigo's warm seed spattered their chests, and Grimmjow licked some off of Ichigo, his blue eyes lazy, his cock becoming soft inside of Ichigo. He lifted him off, finally sated. Grimmjow pushed Ichigo down, and grinned at him. "You demon's are a lot of trouble." Ichigo murmured, his body languid and his tongue finally slipping effortlessly into Hellspeak.

"Oh you have no idea, darling." Grimmjow growled against his lips. He glanced at Ichigo's pants on the floor, as if boring through the material to the demon trappers license inside. The bluenette looked at him, his eyes dark and full of malice. He reached into his back pocket and pulled an item out that made Ichigo's blood run cold. He kissed him again, softly. "You have no idea."

Little cliffhanger there for you all to enjoy. Who knows what the item may be? Will Ichigo make it out of this one alive? This is just a one shot, but like always, I will make an expanded version if you guys like it ~

Arigatou,

Daichi Sama.