Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or the Demon Trappers Daughter, all rights and reserves belong to Tit Kubo and Jana Oliver.

Warnings: Minor Bondage, Male on Male M rated content(; Srazy Plot Twists, OOC, AU, etc etc.

Authors Note: Heyyy y'all, that was a long asss break wasn't it? I got no excuses for myself either. Oh well! Enjoy, and arigatou for your reviews, you lovely little Hellspawn you(;

Ichigo panted while Grimmjow's lips sealed over his own, pink and kiss swollen. The man seemed to be trying to devour him with his kisses, drive Ichigo mad with the slow sensuous heat of it, only to pull away, leave him gasping for air. He was stark naked on his bed, arms above his head, tied with a cloth to one of the posts on the headboard. His Hellspawn dom, Grimmjow, looked at him passively, from his spot by the bottom of the bed. He'd actually appeared bored, but the tent in his dark pants hinted at how aroused he really was. Those bright blue eyes racked up and down Ichigo's body, the heated gaze sending chills up his spine and blood rushing to his cock. His nipples were hard as rock already, uncomfortably sensitive, the wetness of Grimmjow's saliva on his skin met with the cool air and he shivered, aroused beyond words.

Grimmjow growled at him, and asked, "Would you like to touch yourself?" Ichigo moaned lowly, the sound would've normally made him blush but now all he wanted was for Grimmjow to stop playing games with him, the scent of the Hellspawn's arousal was proving to be too much for him.

"Y-yes please, sir." He'd almost forgotten the new title. Last time he'd forgotten it, he'd earned a sharp spank on his ass that had stung for a while but now just radiated heat. He'd bet Grimmjow's hand print was still there, red, hot a memory of his first punishment. He liked his rewards though, skin to skin contact, a kiss anything for saying what Grimmjow wanted, doing what he wanted to hear. The Hellspawn reached over Ichigo's head and undid the knot, finally giving the order for him to stroke himself. Ichigo reached down his body, shivering and clasped his erection in his hand, his face flaming with heat as he pleasured himself for Grimmjow, licking his lips at the low growl that came from the Hellspawn as he watched. They'd go over some more rules and guidelines later, Grimmjow had said. The blue haired demon wanted Ichigo to move in with him too, once they were both more secure and sure about staying with each other. His hand quickened with each stroke, gathering the moisture at the tip and then raking his fingers down, he was nearing climax.

"Stop." Grimmjow growled, just as the pleasure and embarrassment became exquisite, and Ichigo groaned, moving his hand away. He couldn't even cum without Grimmjow's permission. Being controlled, bonded like this, it made Ichigo feel secure and needy, he wanted nothing more at this moment than to please Grimmjow. A sentiment that he'd have to thoroughly examine later. Now, the blue haired demon reached into that black bag of his and pulled out a bottle of lube, Ichigo's stomach quivered, and he unconsciously widened his thighs. He was reacting this way after what, two days with the demon? And already he was acting like some born again slut. He was afraid, yet undoubtedly excited at what more Grimmjow could mold him into. He'd been shocked when Grimmjow had tied him the way he had earlier, he caught a glimpse of the leather cuffs and chains in the bag, why hadn't he used those, Ichigo had asked; and Grimmjow told him that he'd have to earn the right to wear his leather. "Spread your legs," The Hellspawn said gruffly, and Ichigo obliged, whimpering. Grimmjow poured some of the lube above Ichigo's puckered entrance, letting the viscous liquid roll down over his hole and continue on a little, his eyes watching reverently before he told Ichigo, "Finger yourself." Ichigo gasped and didn't immediately do as he was told, earning him a glare and the unspoken warning of a spanking. Ichigo reached down, and slipped a finger into his asshole, whimpering, as Grimmjow's hot gaze traveled there, he couldn't believe what he was doing.

One hand held up his thigh, while the other glided in between his ass cheeks, into that hole that had been used so well the night before, god, he curled his finger in his hole, but it was nothing more than a tease, he wanted, no needed something more substantial. Grimmjow commanded him to add another, the only sound was his finger delving slickly into his ass, and both of their heavy breathing. He added another without hesitation, just as Grimmjow told him to. The second finger stretched him a little bit more and he sighed, loving the tension, the slight burn as he stretched. He opened his legs wider and threw his head back, licking salty sweat off of his lip. He gained more confidence when Grimmjow's eyes followed the motion of his tongue, and he added another finger without gaining permission. Grimmjow looked down and growled softly, yanking Ichigo's fingers from his hole. Ichigo whimpered with the loss. Grimmjow stood and for a moment Ichigo was afraid he was going to leave, that he hadn't affected him the way he'd wanted, Ichigo was about ready to beg his forgiveness for adding another finger, but the bluenette pulled off his shirt, baring the well toned and defined muscles underneath, he absolutely rippled with power and strength, he could make Ichigo obey if he wanted, and that in itself was enough to make Ichigo make a submissive noise in his throat, while he watched with intensity as Grimmjow's fingers deftly removed his pants and boxers, stepping out.

Ichigo hadn't gotten a chance to really look at Grimmjow's cock the day before but it was huge, well sculpted, and hard as steel. He watched Ichigo for a moment, drowning in emotions and nasty little thoughts and he smirked. He crooked a finger and Ichigo came to him immediately, he rested a hand on Ichigo's shoulder and gently pushed him to his knees. Ichigo looked up at him brown doe like eyes wide with a question and such untold innocence that Grimmjow groaned lowly in his throat. How could someone be so beautiful? Humans were shallow, fleeting, breakable things that he and his kind made good use of through the act of sex. Ichigo though, simply seeped life, Grimmjow was surprised that others hadn't honed in on him before he did. The boy's energies were off the charts, but very unstable, he needed control in his life, and that's where Grimmjow stepped in.

"Suck it boy," Grimmjow said, offering his cock to Ichigo, and hummed his appreciation when Ichigo took it, eyes wide as saucers and flicked a pink tongue out to take the bead of precum on the tip. He funneled a small bit of energy from Ichigo, making sure that when he reached climax later that he wouldn't be tempted to take it all, as most of his kind were prone to do. Ichigo responded so well to him, he was hard headed and outspoken, but he needed to find his balance and as the boy himself would soon figure out, was naturally a submissive. The blue haired demon groaned when Ichigo took the head of his cock into his mouth, and stroked the length that he couldn't take in without gagging. He hadn't any experience, and it wasn't the best blowjob Grimmjow had ever had before, but his eagerness to please, those wide brown eyes that kept looking up at him to make sure he enjoyed it, and god those arrogant lips that usually formed a scowl were pink kiss swollen and wrapped around Grimmjow's cock, his head bobbing and his tongue working, he swallowed around Grimmjow's length and Grimmjow groaned, low and long. Ichigo got a bit bolder, and bobbed faster, taking more in, he pulled off with a porno quality pop and stroked with the saliva he'd built up before licking him, balls to tip, and resumed sucking.

Grimmjow couldn't deny that took it from so-so to amazing in two seconds flat. Ichigo seemed to content, he moaned around Grimmjow's cock in his mouth the vibration forcing another groan, more moan, from Grimmjow's mouth. God if he didn't get Ichigo off soon…Ichigo looked up at him, and pulled his cock out of his mouth, he grabbed the base and slapped it on his tongue, giving him a naughty little look, daring him to take what was his. Grimmjow grabbed him up and deposited him on the bed, pouring some lube into his hand, and slicking himself up, he turned Ichigo over, hands and knees, and thrust into his tight, lithe little body in one move. The bottom of his cock brushed against Ichigo's sweet spot, earning him a sound between a moan and a strangled cry.

"Mmm, Grimm, ah! S-sir, that feels uhhn, so good." Grimmjow smirked, and spanked him sharply on the ass, but he started a brutal pace. Grimmjow murmured encouraging words in Hellspeak, as he pounded into that tight wet heat. Sweat ran down his body, and Ichigo's. Ichigo's lean, tight little body was the kind wet dreams were made of, and he promised to fulfill each and every fantasy. They had time. He continued to rock into Ichigo, with the tempo of breaking ocean waves. Ichigo's velvety walls clung to Grimmjow's cock, hot and sucking him deeper, so lusty and needful. And god those sounds, "Mhmm, m-more, just like that! Right.. there," Bossy little slut, Grimmjow thought. Soon, his pace, along with the deliciously submissive noises coming from Ichigo had him nearing climax, he reached underneath to grab Ichigo's neglected member, and Ichigo immediately arched his back a soundless moan on his lips. His body convulsed around Grimmjow's member, and Grimmjow came with a sound between a groan and a growl, he pulsed out the last bit of his seed, and collapsed on top of Ichigo, puling out his softening member. He wrapped Ichigo in the warmth of his embrace and drifted in the afterglow with him, until he felt something, akin to what a spider feels when there's a pull on its web. One of the demons that worked under him was being attacked. He slipped out of Ichigo's warm embrace, the boy's even breathing told him he was sleeping, he pulled on his clothes after cleaning himself and Ichigo up a little bit with an old shirt he'd found lying the corner, and stowed his bag underneath Ichigo's bed, the tug becoming more insistant as time wore on.

He wrote his cell phone number on the corner of the Demon Trappers Manual, and slipped out the window, pulling it closed behind him. Grimmjow flipped his cell phone open, and turned it back on as he blended into the shadows and ran so quickly it felt as if he were flying. He had so many missed calls, voicemails, and text messages that he knew it couldn't be anything but what his new sub was looking for. The demon known as Shirosaki Ogichi was coming to town, for what reason, he couldn't begin to fathom, he sincerely hoped, for Shirosaki's sake that it wasn't to finish off the rest of Masaki's family. If Ichigo's mother really was Masaki Kurosaki, fates help him, the boy was much much more than he'd seemed. He'd already proven to be more than he'd seemed ten fold, from a sweet piece of ass in his usual haunt, to a demon trapper, to a famous one of dare he say it? The best demon trapper in the world, Masaki Kurosaki, whose talents along with her Claim partner Shirosaki, was unbeatable, a true menace to demon kind. Not only that…he shook his head. If the Masaki Ichigo was talking about, and the Masaki that Grimmjow had heard of were one and the same, Grimmjow shook his head, arriving at the scene, a big bank where he'd kept an intelligent follower of his as inside ears. He didn't feel the tug anymore, but he was close enough now to find his follower.

He wouldn't have recognized the lower ranking demon if he didn't know the smell of his blood. All he was as shreds of meat, bone, a head tossed in a corner, and entrails tracked around the room. If Grimmjow had been a lesser demon, or a human, the sight would've brought him to his knees, or forced him to fits of vomiting. There was a tiny folded up note tacked to the wall behind the mess, and Grimmjow gingerly stepped over his fallen obviously tortured comrade to pull the note from the wall. His name was written in a beautiful scrawl, he opened it and read. 'Hello Grimmy, long time no see. See listen, sorry about this mess, but he wouldn't disclose your location to me and I realllly want to talk to you! You're supposed to let your secretaries know when and where you've gone to. I'm gathering a whole bunch of our old friends, and I want you to come to my little reunion, as an invited guest rather than against your will. I have something you want, and you have something I want, and I think you'll deem it a far trade, yes? I'll try to contact you again, please leave your contact information with your other goons so we can avoid this type of encounter. –Shiro' Grimmjow's anger spiked and the note burst into cool electric blue flames, the ashes touching his fallen comrade as he too slowly turned to ashes and disappeared, back to their master or to something better, he didn't know. He sighed, watching the blood and guts begin to dry up. It was worse than he thought, Shirosaki Ogichi was in the neighborhood, and by the looks of it, wily and impatient as ever. He flipped open his phone and sent one of his 'goons' to keep watch over Ichigo, with instruction for him to give the orange haired teen. Then he turned his back and walked out of the cooly air conditioned office, other workers walking through the doors as the first few rays of dawn filtered in through the blinds, all that was left of the tragedy was the tack that kept the note on the wall.

Ichigo rolled out of bed, his ass and hips sore, but not anything like yesterday, thankfully. It was just barely getting light outside, and normally he wouldn't have gotten up so early, but something felt very wrong when he awoke, like an icy cold finger ran down his spine. The orange haired man pulled on some boxers and a tank top, the lust and wickedness that had taken hold of his senses while the Hellspawn was in his room had long since faded and now he felt only embarrassment. He'd literally made a deal with the devil. Or a high ranking Hellspawn at least. He grumbled in Hellspeak and gathered some clothes for the day, he opened his bedroom door and saw Shinji reaching for the knob. The blonde backed away, his face flushed his eyes flicking to the little love bite on Ichigo's collarbone, to the redness around his wrists and he looked behind him, on his tip toes to see into the room. Ichigo stepped out and closed it behind himself swiftly, knowing that would cause even more suspicion. How could he explain all this away? How much had Shinji heard in his drunken stupor? Had his family heard anything? His tiny insecurities welled up inside of him, and he glanced sheepishly over at his mother's altar with a bit of guilt, like she herself had witnessed the events that went on in his room last night. Not only was the crescent moon shaped claim mark still on him, not the thing was permanent, he'd had lots of sinful sweaty gay sex with a dude, and not any dude but the Hellspawn that had claimed him for his own. He literally belonged to him now, despite the play they'd indulged in, he would really have to do his bidding, he could be forced to whether he liked it or not. Then again…he glanced over at his mother's alter again, he'd done it for her. Well…mostly for her. He had shocked himself so many times last night, but it must've been the demons pheromones seeping into his skin.

"Ichi!" Shinji shouted in his face, his voice indignant, his pale long lingers were wrapped around Ichigo's forearms, and his face was close enough that he could feel his breath like a tickle. "Chirst man, where did you go just then? And seriously, invite me the next time you decide to have a little fun, yeah?" He winked at him, and Ichigo's cheeks flamed. Shinji followed him to the bathroom prattling on all the way, and Ichigo snorted at half of his comments and stories, about who was hot and not in the Demon Tarppers Guild, as if that kind of shit really mattered. It wasn't like he liked guys now, he'd just agreed to be…he shook his head, and got into the shower, and pulled the curtain, his boxers and tank still on, making sure his clothes were within reach. Shinji sat on the kitchen sink, and he murmured something like 'prude'. Ichigo and Shinji were trapper brats, they'd known each other..hell, since before they were born. Normally, he'd have nothing to hide from his best friend, but he couldn't let anyone know about the claim mark. The bathroom door opened and closed as Shinji left to go do gods knew what. Ichigo sighed, finally alone and washed himself. The caress of the warm water reminded him of Grimmjow's warm mouth on his body, his hands taking off his clothes, securing his hands above his head, Grimmjow's gruff voice as he told him to jerk himself off; unconsciously, he began stroking himself even as he thought of it, and he daren't stop to examine his behavior now, he continued on, the warmth of thee water surrounding him in its embrace, he remembered falling asleep in Grimmjow's strong arms, his hips being held firmly in place by those big calloused hands of his, that sharp spank for punishment. He bit his lip, remembering his hot gaze on his body and came, the water quickly washing away all traces of his seed. He licked his lips, his body pliant he felt relaxed, like all of this would work out okay, that is until Shinji burst back into the bathroom, squealing.

"Ichigoooo, how could you hide this from me?!" Shinji's voice squeaked, but he didn't pull back the shower curtain as Ichigo expected him to. The orange haired teen sighed, turned off the water and toweled himself dry.

"Keep what, exactly, from you?" He asked slowly.

"Um, maybe the fact that your into BDSM!" Ichigo sighed, and reached around the shower curtain for his clothes. He was lucky Grimmjow hadn't left behind some evidence that he was a Hellspawn, this was mild compared to that. The orange haired teen snorted, what could he have possibly left behind to reveal he was a Hellspawn? A claw a scale what? He was stalling as he clothed himself, before pulling back the curtain and freezing when he saw the black bag Grimmjow had had last night open and in Shinji's hands. "You can tell this stuff is well taken care of too. You're really loved, Ichi." Ichigo scowled at that, love and feelings like it had nothing to do with Grimmjow and Ichigo, their relationship was more businesslike, supply and demand. The blonde held out some of the leather straps he'd dismissed yesterday before realizing that they made up an outfit of sorts. If Grimmjow thought he was going to get him in that he had another thing coming. "Feel this leather Ichi! It's so supple.." He rubbed his cheek on it, and Ichigo wondered for a moment how Shinji knew what the difference was.

Ichigo brushed his teeth, warily watching his friend pull out and feel item after item, each one making Ichigo weaker in the knees than he thought was possible. When he touched the leather cuffs Ichigo almost choked, he spat out the toothpaste and smacked Shinji's hand, quickly zipping the bag back up. He saw shock run across his friends face, which mirrored his own emotions, but Shinji recovered quicker than he had. That piano like grin that usually accompanied a wicked statement flashed and Ichigo turned away from him, rolling his eyes before it could even be said.

"You scared your masters gonna get mad at me Ichi?" Shinji murmured, his voice lilting at the end as he held in his mirth. "Doesn't want me touching what's hers, or let's face it…his?" Ichigo turned and looked at his friend, his voice caught in his throat. The predatory look his friend gave him sent chills down his spine, not unpleasantly. He caught the innuendo to that statement and snatched up the bag, making his way to his room, he shoved it in the closet, bringing out his own bag and stuffing the Trappers Manual in along with it. He pushed past Shinji into the kitchen, and grabbed a protein shake before slipping his shoes on.

"You aren't gonna make breakfast for your guest at least?" Shinji called after him, yanking his shoes on quickly and skip hopping down the steps after him. There was an expensive, big hulking, gas guzzling car and a tall lean man with long blonde hair and a slightly mocking smile leaning against it, he dressed sharply enough to have Shinji's eyes glittering, but it made Ichigo even more cautious. Who could afford a car like that nowadays? It'd have to cost a small fortune in gas, though, guessing by his sharp outfit, he would guess that money was of no object to this man. He approached them that smile never fading.

Shinji elbowed him in the ribs as the man crossed the street to them. "Is that your guy?" Ichigo shook his head, and Shinji's face eased into a seductive smile. The man glanced at Shinji appreciatively, and bowed his head slightly at Ichigo. "You're the bosses new bitch right? I'm Yylfordt Granz, his shall we say follower." He waved his hand in the air as he said so, very feminine, very European gesture that he knew had Shinji's mouth watering. "Boss wants you to meet him at the Terminus Market right about now," he looked up at the sky rather than down at the expensive diamond studded watch. "You want to take your own car or hop in mine?" Ichigo opted for his own, and the man, Yylfordt led the way to the Terminus market, it was around ten thirty and the tents were already abuzz with business. Ichigo and Shinji got out, but the man laid a hand on Shinji's shoulder, but looked at Ichigo.

"Boss is at the witch's brewery, your friend will stay with me." Ichigo stopped and looked at Shinji for confirmation, but he was toying with a button on the man's jacket, his lower lip caught between his teeth. "Don't worry, he'll be well taken care of," He said dryly, and led the blonde towards his vehicle, oh, he was sure that Shinji would be very well taken care of.

Grimmjow watched the flash of orange grow closer and closer to where he stood, growling lowly whenever demons like himself, Mezmers, looked his way, plainly shocked the trapper wasn;t wearing a nose guard and wasn't lured to them. Part of the perk of being a Claim partner to Grimmjow. But he hadn't explained that properly to the boy, and he frowned at his lack of security. But he was here now to talk to him about Shirosaki, though his mind body and soul told him to keep the information to himself, the Claim would only be valid so long that he kept his promise and fulfilled this boon to Ichigo. When the orange haired teen reached him, he explained what had happened earlier to Ichigo, skimming over the more gruesome details, though he shouldn't have bothered, the trapper had probably seen worse in his life. They walked as he explained the body, the note, and how he'd sent Yylfordt to keep an eyes on him, and Yylfordt would always have his location in case Ichigo should need anything. He wanted Ichigo to move in with him as soon as possible and waited for a reply as they passed a particularly erotic stand for Mezmer demons.

"What is it that you have that he wants and what does he have that you want? That's all very fuzzy to me." Grimmjow huffed, but went along with the topic change anyhow.

He exhaled the breath he held like it was painful, "Long ago...He and I were friends, twin terrors, if you will. We caused havoc all over the land, met many demons and human kind alike, slayed them or indulged in them at our whims. I had mercy upon a human woman and let her roam free after I'd indulged in her, and felt the tug of a Claimed One, some months later. She birthed me a son," He looked at Ichigo and saw surprise and some other darker unreadable emotion cross his face. Grimmjow's voice constricted. "It wasn't the first time such an event occurred, and we had protocol, kill the child and bring its body to our Master." He heaved in more air, as if he was a drowning man, "Shirosaki told me he would take care of it for me, and I got notice from my Master to come to him, months after the deed had been done. I hadn't seen hide nor hair of Shirosaki since then, and worried something was amiss, then He, told me that the child brought to him was a human boy, nothing more, that he'd been tricked." He looked into the middle distance, remembering the hot, sweaty night spent with the woman, so fleeting yet so sweet, how he had wrapped her in his cloak and gave her demon coin to flee instead of killing her, draining her of her essence, he remembered catching up to her, a few years later, how she'd seemed to have aged considerably in that time, how she'd lost her mind and kidnapped children who were the same age as her son to fill a void that no human child could ever fill. She'd barely gotten to hold their son, he promised her that he would return the child, and take care of it should she pass away, he owed her that much. He had enchanted her cottage and herself so she could cause no more trouble and it stood still, out in the marshes nearby. "My sons body would be about two now, though he ages much slower than any human child, his mother still awaits…I made a promise to retrieve the child to her, and a promise to kill Shirosaki to Him, and now another to you." He looked at Ichigo, feeling years older, if he closed his eyes long enough, he could feel his son somewhere out there, he could feel his followers, he could feel the woman the mother of his son, and Ichigo.

Ichigo seemed to digest all of this in silence for awhile as they paced up and down the aisles of tents, "What is it that you have that he wants?" He asked slowly after a long while, and Grimmjow let go of the rest of his pent up breath. Only to have apprehension settle in his stomach, why did he feel the need to tell Ichigo not only the truth, but the whole truth? He'd never imagined feeling this way about a human before.

"I suspect I hold a person in my possession that may be of the same importance to him." Grimmjow bit his lip, and hopped that whatever Ichigo's reaction would be would be non violent and wouldn't cause him to break their bond.

"The demon Astaring…er Shirosaki, you have his son?" Grimmjow nodded his head slowly, of that fact he was becoming more and more sure, the resemblance between the two was striking.

"I believe that you may be Shirosaki's son, Ichigo."

Any questions or comments? Leave it in a review. Thanks for your support on this though I haven't been updating as I should . I hope this chapter lived up to expectations, ahaha. I promise you a longer, more deliciously tantalizing sex scene in the next update, but until then!

Arigatou,

Daichi Sama

P.S. I really would like some constructive criticism on this update, anything from spelling to grammar, to what direction you think this should be taking would be greatly appreciated. I'm sorta floundering here ^~^