Grimmjow was gone, Ichigo knew that. Why had he hurt him? Sure they were enemies but this- this was just too much.

Isshin, Ichigo's father, came into his room. "Ichigo, are you alright?" he whispered. "I heard screaming." He saw his son in a dismantled heap on the floor. "Oh my god! Ichigo!"

XXX

All the students stared at Ichigo as he entered the classroom. He was covered in bandages and had a slight limp in his walk.

"Are you okay, Kurosaki? Ya don't look so good." Tatsuki asked.

Ichigo shyed away from everyone and didn't say a word. All he could think about was Grimmjow and how he had given that bastard Arrancar the satisfaction of an orgasm. Why did he feel pleasure with Grimmjow? Was he some weird freak that liked rape fantasy or something? His head began to hurt again.

I swear Grimmjow Jaegerjaques; I will get my revenge on you!

XXX

"Wake up!"

Grimmjow opened his deep blue eyes to see Zangetsu at his throat and Ichigo in his full Bankai costume. "Ichigo? What are you doing?" He felt the blade at his Adam's apple. He was preparing to shoot a cero at the teen until he saw him waver. Zangetsu crashed to the ground with an ice cold clang. Ichigo fell to his knees, crying.

"I can't believe this! I'm in love with my rapist!"

The Arrancar sat up and cradled the smaller boy's body in his muscular arms. "Ichigo, I'm so sorry that I hurt you! I never meant to make you cry! I want to get everything off my chest. Keni and I sort of have this thing going on and he didn't cuddle with me one night. I got real mad and I came to your house to prove that I was still dominant and didn't need cuddling or a relationship.

"After, when I saw you, bloody, beaten, and crying, I realized that I'm a monster. Fighting is one thing but this is completely different. I'm an egotistical, shallow…monster."

"No, no Grimmjow, you're not." Ichigo whispered.

"How can you just say that? I raped you! I almost raped you to death! How can you stand there and say "I'm perfectly fine"? I'm the worst kind there is!" Grimmjow exclaimed.

"Grimmjow, you're feeling guilty. You never wanted to hurt me. It shows that deep down inside you're a nice guy."

The taller man sighed. "I wont your first time to be better. I'll make it up to you." The Arrancar began taking off Ichigo's clothes. The poor shinigami shuddered as painful memories flooded back from a few nights before. "No! Grimmjow, please! I'm begging you! I'll leave you alone and never come back here! I swear! Please don't!"

Sadness filled the cerulean eyes. "I was gonna be gentle, Ichi-kun…"

The boy's eyes widened. Ichi-kun? Ichigo stared up at the Arrancar and smiled. "No fair, you're not naked."

Grimmjow beamed with happiness. "You can undress me, if you want." The younger boy pulled off Grimmjow's jacket and pulled down his baggy hakama pants. He swallowed hard, staring at the semi aroused muscle. Both boys lay on #6's bed, shivering with excitement. Grimmjow pressed both their bodies together. He licked at the young boy's bottom lip before kissing him gently. Ichigo's olive skinned hand slowly made it way down Grimmjow's scarred chest.

The Arrancar took his hand in his and intertwined their fingers. Ichigo's full lips parted, letting the other boy's tongue fill his mouth. Both tongues chased each other, circling, wrestling, then linking together. Ichigo grabbed a handful of Grimmjow's ice blue hair and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.

Grimmjow's slender fingers slid down Ichigo's abs to cup the still tender muscles in between his legs. "OW!" the young boy cried.

"What? Does it still hurt?" Grimmjow asked, concern filling his voice. Ichigo nodded. "I'm sorry beautiful."

He wrapped his arms around Ichigo and kissed at his neck, suckling and nipping gently. The young teen pressed his stomach to the mattress, leaving his body vulnerable for his lover.

The blue orbs surveyed the bite marks and cuts that had just begun to heal. He backed away, frightened by what he had done.

Dark brown eyes, full of innocence, looked back at him. "What's wrong?" Grimmjow's hand reached into his bedside table drawer. "What are you doing?" Ichigo asked.

The taller man pulled out a bottle of lubricant. "It's a billion times better than blood and it heats up with friction."

A sweet blush fell on the younger boy's face. Grimmjow squirted some of the clear liquid on his fingertips. He inserted a finger slowly, feeling the scar tissue he had made. His eyes filled with sadness as Ichigo wrapped his thing legs around his waist.

"Oh! It's cold…" Ichigo giggled as he continued to kiss the taller boy's neck.

"It'll heat up I promise."

"But, love, you're not even hard enough."

"Why are you so willing to do this?" Grimmjow asked.

Ichigo shrugged. "You said you wanted to make it right, so make it right."

Grimmjow pushed Ichigo down on the bed gently, his legs still wrapped around the Arrancar's waist. Number six moved his fingers in, stretching and loosening the tight muscles inside Ichigo's little body. The orange haired teen moaned and mewled for his lover, tossing and turning his blushing face. Grimmjow couldn't help but stare at the beauty of his little vizard. The thick girth between his legs hardened and began to throb.

"Go ahead, Grimm." Ichigo pleaded.

The Arrancar grabbed onto his hips and pushed past his tight pucker. He stopped once he had plunged himself all the way inside the tight carven. He stopped himself before he could thrust.

"I won't move until you tell me to. I want you to feel pleasure this time." He whispered into his lover's ear.

"It's okay." Ichigo mewled.

Grimmjow moved out then back in, slowly thrusting into the wet heat. Deep animalistic growls and moans escaped from his chest. It felt even better now that he knew Ichigo wasn't being hurt or even scared of him. They were making love, accepting each other as lovers and it was amazing.

Soon the young boy bucked his hips, sending out wanton cries of pleasure. He ground back against the hard cock, sending shivers throughout his small frame. His slender fingers curled around the headboard. "Ohhh! Yes! Grimmjow!"

"I think I've found your spot, baby" The Arrancar chuckled as he stirred his thick hips, rubbing the head of his cock against the small bundle of nerves.

Ichigo let a loud cry echo throughout the spacious white room. He rubbed his aching boner against Grimmjow's stomach, the friction of Grimmjow's abs against his hardened muscle made his swell with pleasure. Heavy pants fell from his lips as his grip grew tighter on the headboard.

"I-I'm close!"

Number six nodded. Eventually his lover's moans and the friction between their bodies got to him. His muscles tightened for a moment then relaxed, spilling a river of cum into the small cavity. A few seconds later, Ichigo's swollen cock burst with ecstasy. His sweet, sticky cream fell onto Grimmjow's well muscled, tanned chest. The little vizard wrapped his arms around his lover and smiled. "I love you…" he whispered.

The corners of Grimmjow's mouth turned up into a smile. "I think I do too but I have two rules. One: you tell anyone about this lovey-dovey shit and I'll kill you. Two: if anyone, other than me, sees you naked, I'm going to kill them. You're mine, got it?"

Ichigo nodded. His soft eyelids slowly closed over his chocolate brown eyes and he fell asleep in no time. Once Grimmjow was sure he was in a deep sleep Grimmjow took him back to his little home in Karakura Town. His cat like hearing picked up on heavy footsteps padding through the hallway. Quickly, the Arrancar jumped out the window and landed on the side walk below.

"Ichigo, I'm making my nightly checks. Are you okay?" Isshin asked as he opened the door to his son's room. He saw the small boy sleeping peacefully.

"I'm fine dad, don't worry." the teenager responded, groggily.

The boy's father smiled. "Well…okay. Goodnight, kid."

"Goodnight."