Warnings: Yaoi (M/M. Don't like? Click the back button), lemon (cuz I feel like it), language, I think it contains BDSM but it could be S&M (I'm not sure), use of sedatives (for those of you who think it needs a warning), sort of dub-con, and OOC (no one's commented on it yet so maybe it's not OOC *shrugs*).

Disclaimer (cuz the voices out voted me): I don't own Bleach or it's characters. Trust me, I checked ^_^

Dedicated to: Everyone who wanted more (the reviewers), those of you that added it to your favorites/alerts, and for those of you that added me to their favorites/alerts because of this fic.

A/N: Takes place two months after the first part. Szayel's 'helping' again, but what does he get in return? (and no, video footage isn't enough) Hmm… let me think about it a bit… While I think, you might as well read the next part…

Heat: Part 2

Grimmjow knew that, if Ichigo would just give it a chance, he'd like it…

Szayel was in his lab taking notes on a video he'd taken two months ago, when Grimmjow burst in and shouted, "Hey Szayel!" The pink haired Espada sighed, paused the video, and turned to face the Sexta.

"What is it now?"

"I wanted to… Hey, what's that?" Grimmjow pointed over Szayel's shoulder at the monitor there, the Octava glanced back. The screen bore the paused image of Grimmjow in the middle of thrusting into Ichigo who had his mouth open in mid-protest.

"That, is you and Ichigo having sex. I think it's the part right before you hit his prostate."

"That's not what I meant… Why do you have it anyway?"

"For research purposes. Do you want a copy?"

"What, so ya can hand it to me in front of him and tell him exactly what it is just to see his reaction? No thanks. And while we're on the subject, ya still gotta camera in my room?"

"I had to take it out to get the video." What he didn't say was that he put it back.

"Whatever. Oh, don't let Ichigo find out you have it..."

"What did you want, Grimmjow?" The Octava was just about ready to throw the blue haired male out of his lab. Cerulean eyes shifted away from the monitor to settle on Szayel again.

"I just wanted to borrow some restraints and a sedative. Ya know, something' I can put in food or water?"

"Hmm? I thought you already had restraints."

"I did, but umm…"

"You tried to use them on Ichigo, he wouldn't let you, took them away, and got rid of them?"

"Not to mention he's got one hell of a left hook." Grimmjow fingered the right side of his chin which bore a healing bruise; one that would be gone within the next few minutes. Of course the fact that the orange haired teen had punched Grimmjow hard enough to bruise him, despite his Hierro, was a feat in and of its self. Szayel rose and motioned for Grimmjow to follow him, he was not going to leave the Sexta alone in his lab for a second, let alone the time it would take to gather the requested items. Enter? The first thing he grabbed was a set of black leather restraints he wasn't using at the moment, handing them to Grimmjow. Next he grabbed a small bottle of aspirin, he couldn't remember where or why he'd gotten it. The blue haired Espada read the bottle as it was handed to him. "Aspirin?"

"For his hand which I imagine is bruised. It also makes for a believable excuse to give him a glass of water."

Grimmjow thought for a moment, "Oh, right." Szayel then gave him a vial of a clear, thick liquid and an eyedropper.

"One drop in a glass of water will put him to sleep for about an hour. It should take effect (or is it affect?) within a couple minutes of consumption." As soon as the last word left Szayel's mouth Grimmjow left the lab wearing his psychotic grin. The Octava was more than happy to return to his… research.

Ichigo rubbed his bruised knuckles gently, wincing at the slightly painful throbbing. "Damn…" If Grimmjow hadn't tried to tie him to the bed he wouldn't have punched the Espada and he wouldn't have bruised his hand. "Why's he got to have one of the strongest Hierro anyway?" He stalked into the bedroom they shared at Las Noches, ready to demand to know what Grimmjow had been thinking. But Grimmjow wasn't there. He stalked around the room for a minute before settling on the edge of the bed, Grimmjow had to come back sooner or later. About ten minutes later he was contemplating the idea of hunting his blue haired lover down when said person finally walked into the room. Ichigo eyed the glass of water the Sexta was offering him.

"Here." He caught the small bottle the Espada tossed to him, he examined the label.

"Aspirin?" Ichigo took the glass of water from the older man who was rubbing the back of his head. It was a gesture that was as close to embarrassment as Grimmjow would ever get.

"It's for your hand... Not that I care seeing as it's your own fault for punching me." Before Grimmjow said the second part, Ichigo had been about to take the aspirin; now he stopped to glare at the other.

"My fault? How is my fault? You're the one that snuck up on me and tried to tie me up to do god knows what!"

"Whatever. Just take the damn aspirin." He felt like throwing the glass at the Espada's head, but then his hand throbbed. He took the aspirin and drank a little more than half the water, then he threw the cup and the rest of its contents at Grimmjow. The Sexta ducked and the glass shattered against the wall instead. When he straightened there was glint to his sapphire eyes, Ichigo stared at him suspiciously.

"What the hell are you planning now?" Then he thought of something, "What was in that?"

"You'll find out..." Which was when the psychotic grin came out. Ichigo stood up but his head was becoming fogged, he tried to shake it off. He took a step toward Grimmjow, his vision beginning to go black.

"Grimm..." He tried to fight off the darkness, "Damn it Grmmjow... what did you..." He lost the battle and started to fall. The last thing he remembered before passing out was Grimmjow catching him and grinning wider than he had before.

An hour later

He woke up spread eagle and naked on the bed with an equally naked Grimmjow straddling him, before he could say even one word the Espada's mouth was covering his in a bruising kiss. The first thing he tried to do was push the other away, he felt restraints bite into his wrists; he tried to bend his knees and found his legs bound as well. He shot a withering glare at Grimmjow who remained un-phased. The Sexta licked his lip, asking for entrance that Ichigo refused to give; this resulted in Grimmjow biting his lip as he pulled away. "Come on now, Ichi, play nice."

"Get these things off of me!"

"Hmm... Don't think so." Grimmjow shook his head and gave Ichigo his best psychotic grin.

"Damn it Grimm! I'm not...!" He was cut off when the blue haired Espada practically shoved his tongue down his throat. Ichigo bit down, hard; it didn't get the result he'd hoped for. Grimmjow did pull away but instead of backing off, he backhanded the teen. "What the hell was that for!"

"Ya bit me."

"Of course I bit you, you practically gagged me with your tongue!" He glared daggers at the other. "Get off of me and take these off!" Ichigo tugged at the restraints, the only thing it got him was the leather digging into his wrists and ankles.

"Ya shouldn't do that Ichi, you're just gonna hurt yourself."

"Just fucking untie me!" He tried to buck the other off but the restraints didn't afford him much room for movement.

"That's not gonna happen... yet." The Sexta's hands trailed down Ichigo's chest to his nipples, rubbing and coaxing them to harden. Ichigo gritted his teeth to hold back a groan, he would not give Grimmjow the satisfaction. "Come on Ichi, I know you'll like it if ya just give it a try." Ichigo shook his head but despite his efforts to deny the pleasure he felt his cock betrayed him, slowly hardening as his nipples were toyed with. He closed his eyes but it just increased the sensations. They flew open again when Grimmjow's hand stroked his erection. "Do ya really want me to stop?" The other's voice took on a purring tone.

Ichigo knew that if he opened his mouth to answer he'd moan, but not answering would spur the blue haired male on just as much as a moan. So he moaned, "No, I just want you to untie me... Nng..." Once again he tried to buck his hips, this time because the cerulean eyed bastard had swiped a thumb across his slit. A groan escaped his lips as the leather restraints dug into his wrists and ankles, he hoped Grimmjow hadn't noticed; but he did.

"So ya do like it." There was that grin again. Ichigo shook his head and clenched his teeth again, determined not let any more sounds escape his mouth. He failed when Grimmjow decided to suck on his left nipple while rubbing the other.

"Ah… Stop!" Ichigo forgot about the restraints and tried to jerk his arms to push the teasing Espada away. The leather dug into his wrists painfully and he felt a trickle of warmth run down his right arm. "Damn it…"

"Che… Told ya that would happen." Grimmjow reached back.

"Grimm… Nn… Don't! Ahh…" He trailed his fingers up the length of Ichigo's half erect dick. The orange haired teen's whole body shivered. Ichigo tugged on the restraints, each attempt becoming more and more feeble as Grimmjow slowly stroked his cock. He finally stopped struggling and started writhing in pleasure instead. Now he was completely erect, pre-cum slowly leaking from his slit and trailing down his shaft to ease Grimmjow's movements. "Aa… Gri… Grimm… Ha…" The Sexta took his hand away and leaned forward, his mouth right next to Ichigo's ear. "Ya still wanna stop?" He whispered, taking Ichigo's earlobe into his mouth and sucking on it lightly.

"Aaa… You're not… ha… playing fair…" Grimmjow bit down. "Nn!"

"Alright then, I'll stop." The Espada pulled away and climbed off of Ichigo, the teen whimpered. After the whimper came a look that should've had the older male laying dead in a puddle of blood, but had no effect at all. "What's with the look Ichi? Ya said ya wanted me to stop."

"You… you can't just… leave."

"Oh really? Ya don't seem to be in a position to argue."

"Whose fault is that?" Grimmjow tsked and turned away. "Just… just finish what you started!"

"Ya still want me to untie ya?" He asked over his shoulder.

"I don't care…" Grimmjow straddled Ichigo's hips again.

"You're sure? I don't wanna make ya do somethin' ya don't wanna do." His voice practically dripped with insincerity.

"Grimm, please…" Ichigo moaned and arced his body as much as the restraints allowed. Grimmjow groaned at the sight of the lean body straining at the leather straps, the moan in the teen's plea.

"Now whose playin' dirty?" Ichigo gave him an 'innocent' look. "Alright, but let's get one thing straight… Don't bite me like ya did earlier or I'll do more than backhand ya. Got it?"

"Yes… Now please just fuck me."

"Oh, I'll fuck ya… But not until I'm done playin'." Ichigo groaned, there had to be something he could do to make the Espada fuck him sooner. He refused to admit it but being tied up, the feel of the leather biting into his wrists and ankles was turning him on quite a bit. Grimmjow's new assault on his sweet spots had him panting and moaning again. He felt the slow burn of pleasure washing over his body and he began quivering.

"Grimm... Mm... I can't..."

"Can't what, Ichi?" Ichigo couldn't answer because Grimmjow pressed their lips together. This time when he asked for entrance by briefly licking the teen's lips, permission was given instantly and willingly. For a moment Ichigo stopped caring how long Grimmjow's version of foreplay was going to last, the moment passed as soon as the Sexta pulled away.

"Can't you... go faster...?" Grimmjow tilted his head as if thinking.

"No." Despite his answer Grimmjow pressed three fingers to Ichigo's mouth. "Suck." Ichigo groaned and took the fingers into his mouth; he ran his tongue over and around them, sucking. When he was satisfied Grimmjow pulled his fingers away just to capture the teen's lips once more. More than anything Ichigo wanted to wrap his arms around the Espada and pull him closer and tangle his fingers in ice blue hair. If what was happening didn't feel so good he would have been angry at his inability to run his hands over his lover's body.

Under Grimmjow's onslaught he was having trouble thinking of anything but the calloused hands traveling his body, the soft lips accompanied by sharp teeth and wet tongue that were intent on devouring every sound he made along with his mouth. He became aware of another sensation; Grimmjow's saliva covered fingers circling his entrance. His body tensed and he forced it to relax in anticipation of the probing fingers. The sadistic gleam in the Sexta's cerulean eyes, which he saw through a haze of pleasure, was the only warning he got before two fingers were thrust into him; his pained cry was swallowed.

He bit down instinctively on the tongue in his mouth, hard enough to taste blood. Grimmjow sat up and backhanded the teen a second time with his unoccupied hand. "I told ya not to do that." He purred the words dangerously, right next to Ichigo's ear. The teen's glare was barely dulled by the fear that tried to fill him.

"Grimmjow…" He started to growl but then yelped, "Shit!" when Grimmjow dug his nails into the teen's left nipple. Then the fingers inside him moved, he hadn't gotten used to the intrusion yet and the movement hurt. He tried to move away but once again the restraints stopped him. "Damn it Grimm. Stop moving!"

"I warned ya."

"I didn't mean to." Ichigo admitted grudgingly. Grimmjow scissored his fingers, Ichigo gritted his teeth and ignored the uncomfortable burning pain he felt. "You know I'm going to kill you for this, don't you?" The threat was empty, just a safety net of sorts that told Grimmjow he was going too far. Grimmjow grinned and slowed his fingers to a bearable pace. There was a slight burn now but it wasn't a completely unpleasant sensation, then Grimmjow added the third finger and the pain increased again. Ichigo gritted his teeth and let out a pained hiss, Grimmjow paused briefly before pressing his fingers in further. The teen's eyes went wide as the Espada's fingers stroked his prostate, he gazed with lust at the Sexta through a multitude of white stars. Not enough, not even close to enough. "Grimm, please... ha... more..."

"More?" Grimmjow questioned as he stretched Ichigo further.

"Please... I need... Nn..." A slightly harder thrust left him a little dazed.

"What do you need?"

"Need your cock... ahh... inside... now." he pushed down on Grimmjow's fingers as they prodded the bundle of nerves inside him. "Please..." After a few more thrusts the Sexta pulled his fingers out, leaving the teen panting and empty. He moved out of Ichigo's range of vision, but the orange haired Shinigami was distracted by the feel of the sheets as he moved, the sweat clinging to his body, and the leather digging into his flesh. Ichigo vaguely heard a drawer being opened and closed and then Grimmjow was moving to the foot of the bed, once there he removed the leather straps from the teen's ankles. Grimmjow's fingers ghosting over the marks that were left behind earned a groan.

Ichigo heard the pop of a cap being opened; pleasure glazed brown eyes locked on the Espada who was still standing at the foot of the bed. The smell of blueberries filled the room and if Ichigo wasn't so distracted by the way his body felt and the way Grimmjow's looked, he would have laughed at the expression that crossed the Espada's face at the scent. "I'm buyin' the lube next time." Grimmjow half growled as he squeezed a liberal amount into his hand. The only reason Ichigo had gotten blueberry scented lube was because Grimmjow would've gotten strawberry. The thought slipped away as he watched his lover coat his hard, dripping cock with the lube, he moaned and tugged at his still bound wrists.

The teen drew up his legs and curved his back, Grimmjow's eyes fixed on him. He locked at the straining, sweat coated body with it's lean muscled legs drawn up and spread wide to cause a slight arc to the teen's back; orange hair was sticking to the Shinigami's forehead with sweat. Cerulean eyes took in the sight of the straining cock leaking pre-cum, a needy moan grated on the Espada's last thread of control. Grimmjow climbed back onto the bed, positioning himself between tanned legs. Ichigo panted out a groan when he felt the Sexta's cock pressed to his stretched hole.

At an agonizingly slow pace Grimmjow pushed his cock into Ichigo. He was less than halfway in when an eager moan from his brown eyed lover finally shattered his control, his hips snapped forward at just the right angle and Ichigo was filled with one thrust. The thrust struck the teen's prostate hard, accompanied by a burst of stars darkness danced at the edges of his vision. The Sexta placed his hands on either side of Ichigo's head and then, with an almost feral growl, he caught the Shinigami's lips in a bruising, breath stealing kiss.

Grimmjow's thrusts were hard and fast causing Ichigo to tug at his restraints, struggling desperately not to be swept away by wave after wave of ecstasy as the bundle of nerves deep inside him was struck repeatedly. His muffled, wonton moans filled the room and urged the Espada on. Finally Grimmjow broke their kiss but didn't give Ichigo any time to catch his breath before he sunk his teeth into the teen's shoulder harsh enough to draw blood. "Grimm!" With a shout Ichigo was sent over the edge, taking Grimmjow with his as his walls clenched. He was vaguely aware of coming over both their stomachs before he was completely swept away.

When his orgasm hit Grimmjow clenched his jaw, sending his teeth deeper into his lover's shoulder; as his euphoria receded he lapped at the bleeding wound apologetically. "Every time..." Ichigo muttered as Grimmjow pulled out of him. Almost absently, he unbound the teen's wrists just to have his hair tugged roughly as Ichigo drew him into a kiss. The Shinigami pulled away to catch his breath and pressed himself close, drowsy brown eyes glaring half-heartedly.

"Love ya, Ichi." Grimmjow ignored the cum pressed between them, it was just another reason for them to take a shower later... and have some 'fun'.

"Love you to Grimm..." Ichigo briefly wondered what other fantasies Grimmjow had and if he'd like to try them before sleep claimed him.

A/N: I put up a poll thing (I think...) so go take it please. The results determine whether I add a third chapter or make a sequel. Also, I am not telling you to sedate an unwilling partner and tie them up because you think they'd like it. I only used it as a plot device.

This turned out to be quite a bit longer than I thought it would be... and more detailed, compared to my other work... Oh, well. Hope you enjoyed it ^_^