Destruction.

Chapter 1.

The mouth of hell would have seemed more appealing to Ichigo than this, The entrance to Hueco Mundo. He'd already been there not long ago to save Orihime, now he must return, after receiving a threatening message. It stated;

"To Ichigo Kurosaki:

If you do not return to Hueco Mundo, Destruction will befall Karakura once more.

I have something you want and need, if you do not return in the next two days I will also kill someone close to you. I will be waiting at Las Noches, It will also be easy for you to find me. Be sure to come alone because if you do not I'm guessing you already know what will happen.

One other thing this message will self destruct in the next 5 minutes.

Do not show/ tell anyone about this."

Ichigo really couldn't be bothered to do this but it was best to stop any threat from getting out of hand, And decided to leave for Hueco Mundo the very next day.

Sat in his room sorting through his revision for his up and coming tests at school, And making sure to come up with some kind of excuse to leave for a day or two that won't arouse so much suspicion between his family and friends was becoming a pain in Ichigo's arse. He never realized it would be this hard, but decided to say that he was staying over Keigo's for a couple of days to revise in the 'piece and quiet'. His dad bought that and let his son get on with his life. Neither of his sisters saw a problem with it. Just to add the effect that he was leaving he packed a bag with two days worth of clothing and other such necessities, and decided it'd be best to leave his body in his wardrobe.

[next day]

"Dad, okay I know lock the door before hand… yes okay…DAD!…Thanks bye." Ichigo then turned his phone off and left it in the draw out of the way of peeking eyes.

Luckily for Ichigo his father had to go out that morning and both his sisters had gone with him. It was going to be a long couple of days.

Asking Kisuke to Open the gate to Hueco Mundo without telling him the actual reason was going to be difficult, That excuse came with about two hours of hard thinking. Ichigo decided it was best to be clear with Kisuke, that he just wanted to see what had happened to the place, Fight a few hollows out of pure boredom and just get some teenage angst out of the way.

Kisuke seemed to buy that, and opened up the Garganta for Ichigo, no questions asked. Stepping through the Garganta was like a wave of different emotions crashing into him, Anger, Hate, Sadness to name a few.

It wasn't long before Ichigo reached the sands of Hueco Mundo, With a broken Las Noches in plain view. No Hollows in sight, which made things easier. He carried on walking for the next half an hour until he reached a gaping hole in the side of the building which he stepped through.

Instantly a flow of low pressure seemed to try and suffocate him as he walked through a door.

He recognised this Riatsu but just couldn't place it, it was familiar yet completely new. There was something he was missing something more powerful than usual. Is that an arrancar? What the hell is that?

The Riatsu Became stronger and stronger and seemed to be getting closer, Ichigo followed it Blindly, knowing that it had to be the sender of that message.

Finally he reached a room with white walls all around, a white table and white chairs surrounding them. A small plain white bed with a white quilt and pillows. The Riatsu was definitely coming from this room, with no doubt in Ichigo's mind he moved with his sword still resting against his back.

Nothing was heard from the room, he couldn't even see anyone around, until there was a huge burst of energy suddenly circling him and choking his own.

"Kurosaki?" The familiar voice called.

"Yeah, who's asking?"

"Don't you recognise me, Kurosaki?" A body appeared from behind an overbearingly white door. A face that Ichigo could never forget, Not even if it was hypnotised out of him, he would still see it in his mind every night for the rest of his life.

"Grimmjow…I thought…" Ichigo started.

"Thought what? That I was dead? Ha! No piece of shit is ever gonna be able to kill me!…Nor you Kurosaki."

"But…I saw you die…there's no reasoning with that!"

"You never saw me die, you just saw me get hit then assumed that I had died. Don't be so naïve Kurosaki."

"What the hell. Whatever. Wait why did you call me here anyway? You wanna fight me? Are you wanting to take revenge? Just what do you want?"

"Revenge for what? I needed to speak with you." Grimmjow's voice was gruff but soft. It was unusual for Ichigo to hear this tone of voice coming from a man who tried to kill him a number of times.

"you want to speak? Really? that's not even funny. You bring me here to make jokes like that, pretty sad to be honest." Ichigo snapped.

"Fuck you. I'm not joking around dick head. I needed to speak with you. First sit down." Grimmjow gestured to the couch.

Ichigo was reluctant but kind of needed a rest from walking for so long anyway, and decided to sit in the comfy looking white couch.

"I never pictured you as a person who actually liked white Grimmjow?"

"I don't." He replied deadpanned.

"Tch, well why's it the only colour in here?"

"That's how Aizen liked it, stop making small talk, Kurosaki."

"Well then tell me why the fuck I'm here or at least why the hell you haven't even attacked me yet." Ichigo was getting more and more frustrated he wasn't even sure why though, all of the reasons you would have expected he was actually kind of okay with, but there was something niggling the back of his head, and he couldn't hear what it was trying to tell him.

"That look. What was that look for?" Grimmjow's face had changed from arrogant to concerned in seconds.

"Wh…what look? When?"

"When Nnoitora attacked me, when I was hit, you gave me this look. I wanna know what it was for."

"I…what?…Oh. It was a look of shock nothing else, why, did it offend you? If it did its not my fault its just how my face looks."

"Don't be an arse Kurosaki. You know what I mean. And we both know it was more than shock. So don't play dumb. Not with me."

Grimmjow moved closer to sit on the arm of the two man couch Ichigo was sitting on, and continued to wait for Ichigo's answer.

"I really don't know what you mean Grimmjow. And stop calling me Kurosaki, It's annoying."

Grimmjow stared at him a moment longer before replying.

"Whatever, Ichigo."

For some unknown reason Grimmjow saying that word sent chills up Ichigo's spine which coursed through his entire body before leaving a finishing blow around his member. Which made him shiver, and even though his body was going through the motions Ichigo kept his cool and tried to hide his discomfort from the Turquoise haired arrancar as best he could.

Grimmjow noticed Ichigo shifting and fidgeting where he sat and smiled to himself, even though he was still unsure himself why he had really brought the Shinigami to his home just to ask him some stupid question,

He became slightly uncomfortable at that thought.

"What…do you really want Grimmjow?" Ichigo said still slightly angry at himself for getting even the tiniest bit aroused at the mention of his own name from this guy.

"I don't really know myself, just tell me the real reason you looked at me like that." He knew it was a question that lead them to another dead end but he had to say something.

Ichigo stared at him with curiosity before raking his eyes over the mans bare chest. Once he realized what he was doing Ichigo ripped his eyes from Grimmjow and stared over at a white wall, trying to find something other than white to glare at.

"What's your problem you seem a bit off" yet another attempt at tension breaking, that did not work.

"I'm leaving now. If you have nothing else to say. Good bye Grimmjow." Ichigo stood and began to walk before he realized his wrist was gripped onto tightly.

"What the hell?…" Ichigo started.

"I'm not finished discussing things with you Ichigo"

With that Ichigo's body ceased the ability to function and he fell back into the chair. Then came the shivers again. He liked this feeling, a lot. It was wrong and strange but he liked it.

"Shit." Ichigo didn't want to want this feeling, but his body began to crave it.

"What?" Grimmjow grinned even though he didn't know why this time.

"Say it…" Ichigo's voice spoke in barely a whisper.

"Wha…?" Grimmjow asked again.

"Say it…again."

Without warning Grimmjow found himself pressing Ichigo's shoulders into the arm of the chair, Ichigo's eyes tightly sealed shut and mouth open taking in gasping breaths.

"Ichigo, Is this what that look was for?" Grimmjow wasn't even ashamed of what he was now doing, straddling the orange haired boy beneath him, he didn't care, he wanted the feeling too much.

"I…I don't know…shut up." Those chills kept scraping at his member with blood now threatening to force it upwards.

"Grimmjow…get off…"

When Grimmjow realized what he was doing he began to remove himself from Ichigo's lap and moved backwards, When Ichigo noticed his arousal peeping up through the thin black cloth and at that moment decided to pull the arrancar closer to himself and stop him from slipping from his lap and revealing his troublesome problem. This was not good, either way he was fucked and basically asking a straight guy who would probably kill him if he had half the chance for looking at him wrongly for something sexual.

Grimmjow's eyes widened then shrunk as the bridge of his nose crinkled and a grin was plastered across his face.

Ichigo was looking away at the wall again, when he turned to see Grimmjow's excited face.

"what the fucks that look for?" Ichigo asked, slightly confused at Grimmjow's reaction.

"Your hard Ichigo." Was what Grimmjow said.

Ichigo felt what seemed like a hand run along the length of his cock, his eyes rolled into the back of his head and shuddered hard before trying to breathe again.

"Ichigo…let me fuck you"

At that Ichigo's eyes flashed open and a scowl replaced the look of hunger.

"Fuck you Grimmjow!"

"well maybe another time but right now is my go." Grimmjow retorted with sarcasm.

"Wh…what the fuck do you mean? Grimmjow get off, I…I don't want this! get off!"

Grimmjow took that as a yes and squeezed his hand over the hilt of Ichigo's cock And his body shuddered before relaxing only to feel that sensation again, his body shivering more and more.

"Stop…get the…fuck…off me" Ichigo gasped as another hand began to trace it's way through his clothes concentrating on the creases of his muscles.

"What was that fucking look for Ichigo? You were worried. I know that look of worry…I've caused that look before." Grimmjow wasn't even sure where he was trying to get with this consciously but subconsciously he knew exactly why. He use to hate those eyes now he needs them.

"You can't lie to me Ichigo."

"I…I'm not lying…get off me…I don't know why I looked at you…Ngh! Like that… just…get off!"

"Shut up Ichigo you know you want this as much as I do." Grimmjow moved backwards, and slipped off the panting boys form and tugged at his trousers.

"Grimmjow that's enough! Get off me!" Ichigo's voice was beginning to morph it's self back to a normal pace.

Ichigo wasn't sure what he wanted at this moment, he was hard and he wanted the pleasure to continue, but he didn't want to lose anything to a guy like this.

What does this guy want from me? What the hell is going on? This…this is too much. Ichigo thought to himself.

"Grimmjow, stop it. I really don't want this. Damn I'm so confused…"

"What the, fuck you then." Grimmjow new Ichigo would react like this, not that he expected him to be this calm about it. He was still confused though.

"Look, Grimmjow. I don't need this right now, It's a little too much too handle. So get off, sorry…" Ichigo Didn't notice the look on Grimmjow's face, it was hurt that was now upon the mans face.

Grimmjow didn't know why but something in his chest was tightening, it ached a little but he quickly shrugged it off. He didn't understand the boys reaction, it was too strange this wasn't at all what he expected.

"I don't get you Kurosaki, one minute your basically begging me and now, this? Look I don't know why I'm doing this any more than either of us knows what's going on. But I'm just willing to see what's going to happen, this is what my instincts are telling me to do."

Ichigo's face began to burn slightly, this wasn't the time nor place to be doing any of this.

"not now, I'm not ready for this, I'm really not. Let me go." Ichigo pleaded.

"Fine" What the hell am I saying. "Leave then, I'll come for you. How's that sound, eh? Kurosaki?" I'm such an twat. Grimmjow moved off Ichigo and allowed him more than enough space to get off the couch.

"Whatever, I'm leaving." And with that Ichigo left the hollow who seemed too be in deep thought before he left.

Grimmjow really didn't understand what just happened, why did his body decide too do that and why did his brain chose to accept it? Why had he, the 'King' decided to do such a thing to someone he hated ever so much? His mind was battling his body, he had no idea why he had been that way, so calm and so gentle towards that person.