Here we are a second chapter. I hope it was worth the wait, I've tried to make it the best I can. That, however, does not mean there are no mistakes, so if you spot something please let me know.
I'd like to thank all those people who read, followed and favorited the first part of this. It's appreciated. Also thank you to that one person who reveiwed the first chapter. I hope you're here again.
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One last thing before you move on. I have a lot of uni work going on at the moment and that will continue into April and May, so I'm sorry if chapters don't come out that fast or at the expected time. I want to make this the best I can and to do that I need enough time to write it and check it before posting. Thank you for understanding.
Now, on to the good bit.

~Phoenix

Chapter Two

Grimmjow

There were many things Grimmjow Jagerjaques appreciated in life, and having free reign of his uncle's flat for a few days was one of them. It wasn't that he didn't like spending time with Devlin, he did, turely, but the man could get a bit overbearing in his attempts to entertain. It was nice to have time for himself for a while.

He ran a hand through his blue hair, messing up the strands until it looked as if he'd just rolled out of bed. Standing from the sofa, he switched off the TV and dropped the remote onto the coffee table. He stretched, reaching up high above his head, revealing a slither of tanned skin around his middle.

Well, might as well make the most of the time he had left. How many days was it now, six? Seven? Anyway it wouldn't be long until they were packing the car again and he'd be off to university in the next city over. He just wished his parents had stuck around to see him go, rather than buggering off to some sunny place abroad.

He stepped around the cardboard boxes, weaving through the maze of his things that he had to re-sort. It wouldn't take long. He'd wait for Devlin to get back. His uncle would be happy to help and the man was better at packing than Grimmjow was himself.

Wandering into the kitchen, he snatched up a couple packets of crisps which had been left out on the side. Not really sure about what he wanted to do with himself, he took the time rummage around in the cupboards, just to see if there was anything else worth taking.

Returning to the living room, one arm stacked high with all sorts of snacks, he patted his pockets with his free hand to locate the cigarettes and lighter he had stashed away somewhere. He figured that, since he didn't have much else to do and watching TV hours on end had lost its appeal, he'd go and sit outside and look up at the stars for a while. Maybe not the most exciting thing, but he found it helped him to think, cleared his head so he could focus on planning his future and, hopefully allow him to sleep a little better than he had been.

Making his way over to the window beside the sofa, Grimmjow, with one unbalanced spillage of his haul onto the floor and a few curse words, managed to shift everything around so he could slide the window up one-handed. With the window open and the cool night breeze drifting in, he dropped the food through the window and onto the metal platform below. He climbed out after it, hunching over to fit himself through the gap. His foot crunched down on a packet of crisps, splitting open the bag and sending the snacks skittering of the surface.

"Damn, stupid window," Grimmjow said, pulling himself the rest of the way out before keeling down on the platform to sweep what he could back into the bag so he could bin it later.

That done, he started to pull everything else back into one large pile, so he could reach it all once he settled down. It was as he leant forward to retrieve a can of Pepsi, which had rolled itself quite far away from him, that he looked down between the gaps in the landing and saw a boy (and Grimmjow wasn't sure if that was the right word to describe the guy, but 'man' didn't seem to fit) just lying still on the platform below.

For a moment Grimmjow just stayed where he was, frowning down at the figure below, trying to get his brain to catch up with his eyes. There wasn't much he could make out in the dark with only the light from the flat behind him illuminating the area around him, but one thing he was sure of was that hair that orange wasn't natural for any human. The guy was one of his people.

Not really a good thing.

Grimmjow's brain kicked back into gear and he banged on the floor, rattling the metal. "Hey, dude, what are you doing down there?"

No reply. He wasn't expecting one either.

Grimmjow placed the Pepsi can down next to the rest of his snacks and stood, stepping over the pile to make his way down the stairs. As he approached the guy, and kelt down by his side to check him over, Grimmjow realised just how wrong the whole thing was.

The kid was beat, wounds decorating his skin, but most noticeably along his legs, his knees scraped raw and red. Grimmjow fleetingly wondered where the rest of the guy's clothes were as he wore nothing on his lower half except from boxers. The guy was curled up on himself, arms tucked tightly into his chest, and one fist clenching onto the fabric of his shirt. He was shivering too, despite the warm night.

Grimmjow reached out, fully planning to shake the guy awake, but he stopped half way, hand hovering above a hunched shoulder. This close Grimmjow could smell the guy, and God, did that sent do something weird to his thoughts. He'd never experienced something so disorienting before, but he'd heard enough stories to know what this guy in front of him was.

The guy was a demon, certainly, but he was also a beta, and he was in heat.

And Grimmjow, an alpha and proud of that fact, had no idea what the fuck he was meant to do.

In the end Grimmjow brought the guy inside and put him in his bed. It was hardly an easy task because the guy was out cold and Grimmjow didn't want to tempt fate and touch him unnecessarily. Which was hard because there was nothing more he wanted to do.

Thinking back on all the information that had been stuffed into his head about how betas worked, which frankly made them sound like some sort of machine, Grimmjow covered his hands with spare shirts so they wouldn't have any skin on skin contact. The window was a challenge, but once they were through and the beta was in a safer place than the stairs, Grimmjow sat himself in the living room, away from the pull of the beta, and thought through what the hell he was going to do with the guy.

Something had obviously gone wrong. Should he be calling someone? The police, or the hospital, or the guy's family? But he couldn't do that. Not only had he no idea what had happened, but he himself could get in trouble for getting near him, and there was no way to find out who his family was or if they were safe to return him to. Then there was the fact that part of Grimmjow simply didn't want to. He wanted the guy near him, to talk to him, get to know him, and… other things. He'd had had those types of thoughts before, of course, even acted on them with a few people, but never had anything so instant and so strong occured. It freaked him the fuck out.

No. He decided to wait for the beta to wake up, maybe then they could at least talk through the door or something. Then with the help of the other teen (that at least sounded right), they could figure out the best thing to do.

Grimmjow sighed and lay down on the sofa. He would try to sleep and not think about how messy his life had potentially become.

Grimmjow woke on Friday morning completely confused about why he was lying on the sofa fully clothed. He pushed himself up and thumped his feet down on the floor, rubbing at his face with his hands.

Then he remembered everything that had transpired the night before and froze in place, but only for a moment, because then he was groaning loudly into his hands and wondering what the flipping hell he had been thinking. He got up, shaking himself out of his thoughts.

Grimmjow made his way to his room. The door was closed, no surprise there, and he hesitated for only a second before rapping a fist against the wood and leaning closer to listen for sounds coming from within.

"Hey...uh, kid?" he said, keeping his voice as soft as possible, "I don't know if you're feeling okay, or whatever, but I found you passed out outside last night."

No reply.

He tried again. "Are you still in there?" Maybe the beta had skipped out after waking in the room of an alpha. It wouldn't have been a pleasant experience if he had. With that thought, Grimmjow regretted putting him in there. His uncle's room may have been better, it hadn't been used for while, but the idea didn't sit right with Grimmjow.

And didn't that realisation make Grimmjow, once again, question himself and his sanity. "Look, if you're awake, let me know, because I'm going to come in."

Again there was no reply.

"Okay then, I'm coming in."

He took a step back, grabbed the door handle, and pushed open the door.

The room sat bathed in darkness and shadows. Even though it was midmorning, and the sun was shining outside by this point, the blackout curtain across the window did nothing to help visibility. Grimmjow usually relished the darkness, but he really wished he could see his guest without having get any closer.

Then he cursed himself for stupid thoughts again and switched on the light.

The room didn't look much different than it had for most of the day before, meaning the bed was unmade, there were clothes strewn across the floor, and there was no beta anywhere in sight. However, as empty as the room appeared, that distinct smell of beta still hung in the air, fresh and strong, and Grimmjow knew he was still in there somewhere.

He grabbed a dirty hoodie from where he'd abandoned on his desk and held it pressed against his face. Not great, but better than nothing.

Checking behind the door, he eased it closed with a soft click and moved further into the room. There weren't many places the guy could have gone. The wardrobe was large, but it was filled with empty cardboard boxes. He still pulled the door open to take a look inside. Well the teen at, at least, looked through his stuff. The clothes, towels and bedding which had once been stored on the shelves had been pulled down and dumped on top of the boxes. Now only a few rogue shirts and a couple pillow cases were lying in their places.

"Did you have to make such a mess?" Grimmjow said with a sigh, turning away from the wardrobe. "Where are you?"

And this time, although he wouldn't call it a reply, he heard a shuffling noise, a slight tap of something against the wood of the bedside table.

Slowly he made his way around the end of the bed to look down into the gap between the bed and the wall.

Grimmjow didn't even have the chance to process anything before the beta sprung up from his place amongst the blankets piled on the floor and collided with his chest. They rolled across the carpet, crashing into the desk and sending books and pens raining down from above. The beta got his hands on Grimmjow's shoulders, digging his sharp claws into the flesh and tearing at the fabric of Grimmjow's t-shirt.

They ended up in the middle of the room. Grimmjow lay on his back with a knee dug into his chest and hands around his throat. There was something hard underneath him, digging painfully into his spine, but he paid no attention to it because, for the first time, he got a proper look at the beta.

And the guy was furious. No, not furious frightened, although the growl rumbling from his throat would suggest the former.

For a moment they stared at each other. Grimmjow wasn't stupid enough to move, but with each passing second the smell of the guy on top of him increased. He swallowed, feeling the skin of his throat move against the burning hands that lay there.

The beta was stunning, messy orange hair and wide brown eyes. Their faces were so close that Grimmjow could see a glimmer of his own reflection in those eyes.

"Who are you? Where am I? What did you do to me? Let me go or I'll hurt you."

The knee ground further into Grimmjow's ribs and he let out a sharp breath of air.

"Tell me!"

Grimmjow found his voice, "Could you get off my chest? I can't breathe."

"And let you have your way with me?" He let out a strangled noise, half scoffed laugh, half restrained sob.

"No...No of course not. Maybe...just take the knee off a little?" He tried to keep his voice as calm as he could. It wasn't the usual tactic he'd employ in such situations, not that he'd ever been in a situation quite like this one.

The beta glared down at him, but the pressure on his chest eased off.

"Now answer me," the beta said.

"Which question do you want answered first."

It was the wrong thing to say and only earnt more claw marks to his neck. He held his hands up the best he could.

"Okay. Okay. I found you passed out on the fire escape. I couldn't leave you out there in… as you are, so I brought you in."

"What did you do to me when I was out?"

"Nothing. I didn't do anything."

"You're lying!"

Grimmjow frowned, and opened his mouth to reply with something along the lines of, 'Listen here jerk…', but the thought fizzled out before he said a word because the beautiful (he wasn't going to kid himself on facts) being above him had tears rolling down his cheeks.

"I promise I only moved you to the bed," he said, "I'm not gonna lie to you, I...I had thoughts, but I wouldn't do anything like that I swear."

"You're an alpha."

There was no denying that. "Yeah."

"Then why didn't you…" the beta didn't finish that thought and shook his head. "I was alway told that it'd happen if I let an alpha get close when…"

He trailed off again, now looking more tired and betrayed than anything else.

"Right...um...I'm not exactly comfortable with us like this. You can go, if you want. I'm not gonna stop you."

"I can't go back there, not until Sunday."

"Okay. Then we can talk this out, figure out what to do. You cannot wander around like that."

"You want to keep me here."

"That is not what I said."

The beta's grip had loosened somewhat and Grimmjow, very slowly, pushed himself up on his elbows so the were more level.

"Look," Grimmjow said, " if you got somewhere to go, that's cool. If you need somewhere to stay, that's cool too. But if you're staying we need to talk, and I'd prefer to do that with you on one side of a door and me on the other. Not that I have anything against you but, you know…"

The beta stared at him, his eyes burning holes. Grimmjow struggled to keep still under the gaze.

"Okay," the beta finally said, moving off Grimmjow and backing away a fair distance.

"Okay?"

The beta made a frustrated noise and crossed his arms over his chest, making himself smaller. "That's what I said isn't it?" He paused, then said in a barely audible voice, "It's not like I have much of a choice anyway."

Grimmjow pushed himself to his feet. "Umm... Okay, great… are you hungry? Because I came in to see if you wanted something to eat."

The beta paused to stare into Grimmjow's face. "... I'm a little hungry."

"Right. Okay. If you wanna stay in here, I'll grab you something. Then, as you eat, we can talk. Sound good?"

A nod was the only reply, brown eyes still locked on.

Grimmjow shifted in place. "Great," he said.

He walked over to the door, trying to ignore the feeling of eyes following him. Pulling open the door, he stopped and turned back, meeting his guest's gaze with a matching one of his own.

"I'm Grimmjow, by the way."

"... My name is Ichigo."