A/N: Blah. School is killing me, more specifically 3D Modeling. WTH was I thinking…x_x*

Disclaimer: Bleach is not mine, but Jakeru is. :3

Warnings for various drabbles include: A/U, potential OOC, smut, fluff, WAFF, angst, etc.

31. Night

He was up on the roof, arms folded behind his head as he basked in the moonlight of the living world. The nights here were vastly different from the nights in Hueco Mundo, and he was soaking up every minute of it with satisfaction.

"Grimmjow?" his berry's voice drifted up from the open window of the teen's room, and not a moment later Ichigo's orange head popped up from the edge of the roof. "There you are. What are you doing up here?" Brown eyes blinked at him as an orange eyebrow quirked up in curiosity.

He shrugged his broad shoulders. "Lookin' at the moon. Come up," he beckoned with a hand and Ichigo carefully pulled himself up, blushing a little when he caught sight of the ex-Espada's bright blue eyes watching the muscles of his arms flex and relax at the move. Grimmjow chuckled when the teen hastily sat down close by, and Ichigo let out a surprised, comical noise when the blunet abruptly pulled him down to lie by his side. The teen frowned at him a little, but Grimmjow just grinned and nuzzled him close.

They spent the rest of the night stargazing, Ichigo occasionally pointing out the constellations he knew as they talked about everything and nothing until eventually the two drifted off to sleep, Luna high in the sky watching over them as the two met up again with each other in their dreams.

32. Fairytale

"My Prince-" the surprised blue haired knight tried to say, but was cut off by a pair of soft, eager lips.

"Please. Hold me," the heir to the throne requested pleadingly, needing to feel those strong arms surrounding him again.

Sir Grimmjow sighed, "I really shouldn't, my dear Prince," he muttered even as he brought his arms around the younger man and buried his nose into soft orange spikes, "I need to prepare for the battle tomorrow."

"Must you go?" Prince Ichigo pulled back just enough to look into cerulean eyes.

"You know I do," the blunet reached up a sword calloused hand to cup a soft, flawless cheek. "They're hopeless without me."

The orange haired man closed his eyes for a moment and held the hand there in one of his. "Swear to me you'll stay as safe as possible. I need you to come back in one piece and breathing," Ichigo demanded firmly, but Grimmjow could see the anxious worry in his Prince's amber eyes.

"Life's no fairytale, but I swear to you I'll do my best to return home to you as I am now so we can finally have our happy ending," the blunet murmured, "Knight's honor." And with that, Grimmjow sealed the promise with another passionate kiss. "Knight's honor," he repeated quietly and pressed their foreheads together, enjoying the feel of his gorgeous Prince for as long as he could. He would survive this last battle, return to his love's arms where he belonged and ask the Prince for his hand in marriage, even if it killed him.

33. Hope (takes place before #1. Luck)

"Oi, berryhead." Ichigo froze and hope fluttered in his chest at sound of the rough voice behind him. He slowly turned and there, barely standing as he leaned heavily on Pantera, was Grimmjow. "Didn't think you could just up and leave me behind, did ya?" A feral smirk stretched across the ex-Espada's face, the blood running down from the side of his blue head enhancing his predatory beauty.

Ichigo returned the smirk with one of his own, "Wouldn't dream of it, kitty."

34. Fireworks

The night of the school's annual festival, Ichigo was on the roof of the building, hands in his pockets as he watched the stars twinkle brightly in the dark velvet sky. There was also a full moon out, he noticed, before he heard his name being called.

He turned and saw Grimmjow leaning against the wall next to the door to the stairs, his ever-present toothy grin on his face. "Whatcha doin' up here all alone, Berry-tan?"

"Don't call me that," was his automatic response, "and I'm up here because it's quiet and this is the best spot to watch the fireworks."

"Fireworks, huh? I'll show you fireworks," the blunet purred before he stalked over to Ichigo and pulled the shorter teen into a passionate kiss full of nibbles and plenty swipes of his agile tongue.

By the time the real fireworks lit up the sky, Ichigo didn't need to open his eyes to see. The ones behind his closed eyelids were just fine, and when his boyfriend's hands crept lower, he even saw stars.

Sneaky bastard.

35. School (takes place in the 'Stray' universe)

Ichigo groaned in frustration before allowing his head to fall onto his desk full of his textbooks and papers with a plunk. School was such a pain in the ass recently, and all this homework was giving him a headache, not to mention mid-terms were coming up which took him by surprise. The teen grumbled and messaged his temples, sorely tempted to just call it quits for now but tossed the thought aside and nearly went back to work on his research paper, when a big pair of warm calloused hands dropped onto his shoulders and began to knead his muscles.

He let out a startled noise before slowly relaxing into the massage, humming contently when he felt sharp teeth nibble delicately on his ear.

"Feel better?" Grimmjow asked in his low gravelly voice, his armored tail coming up and around to caress his little Master's cheek.

"Hm, yeah," Ichigo moaned, and reached up to give his tom cat's ears a good scratching. He smiled when he heard the hybrid purr loudly. "Good boy," he teased, and laughed when Grimmjow nipped at his mating mark with a husky growl.

Taking a break now sounded really good, actually, so Ichigo indulged himself in 'playing' with his pet.

That research paper went untouched 'til much later.

36. Fashion (takes place after #25. Yearning)

Being a model was actually harder than it appeared believe it or not, especially when you were male. In the fashion world, 'one day you're in, and the next day, you're out' as one of his colleagues would say, which he had to agree with. After all these years of struggling and working his ass off on the runway (sometimes literally), he had finally made it out on top, and now that he also managed to become Hollywood's next biggest movie star, he was an unstoppable force to be reckoned with.

But the real icing on the cake was when he had found his Ichi again, with his kid no less, and with his two most precious people behind him supporting him all the way, Grimmjow Jaegerjaques felt completely invincible.

37. Me, Myself And I (was going to be 'For the Love of Science')

Commander-General Yamamoto had allowed Captain Kurotsuchi and the 12th Division to experiment on Ichigo after the Winter War in order to gain further knowledge on Vizards and by contrast, arrancars. Of course there were limitations, but Ichigo was still not happy about it, and needless to say, some experiments didn't go as planned.

He blinked. He stared. He scowled. "What the hell is going on?" he shouted, already pissed off beyond belief at whatever strange serum Kurotsuchi had injected him with. As a result, he had felt the familiar tug into his inner world and the sight that greeted him now made him see double. Or rather quintuple. Five other pairs of tea colored/ inverted amber eyes turned to him.

"Yo! King!" Shirosaki's strange watery voice called out and he smirked, hefting his large white sword onto his shoulder, "Lookie who's 'ere!" His opponent that the albino had been sparring with straightened up, and Ichigo noticed he was almost the exact copy of himself just like the rest of the newcomers, except this one was a bit taller, broader, and had Shiro's eyes with a piece of his Vizard mask clinging to the left side of his face over one golden eye swimming in black sclera.

Ichigo glanced over to the other three sitting together on the side of one of the sideways buildings, taking in the little differences between them as well. He noticed that one was the opposite of the first, dressed in what appeared to be a white uniform like the arrancars from Hueco Mundo wore instead of his black Shinigami robes. Two red stripes were slashed under his brown left eye, and stuck to the right side of his face was a mirrored piece of the first replica's mask, except his was bleached white.

Next to him was the one that both intrigued and bewildered Ichigo the most; clad in nothing but a pair of leather pants and a collar with a bell, this one had a pair of orange striped kitty ears flicking on top of his head and a long tabby tail thumping contently against his thigh. Last but not least, in the hybrid's lap sat a chibi version of the teen, exactly how he had looked as a toddler with big brown doe eyes and an adorable smile.

The little one waved at him cheerfully, and Ichigo felt a headache coming on, but nonetheless smiled at the chibi.

"Heh, wonder how Grimm-Grimm's gonna do now tha' there's so many of us," Shiro leered, and Ichigo groaned at the mention of the ex-Espada.

"Fuck, he's gonna have a field day."

His inner hollow cackled and threw a friendly arm around his shoulders, "Well, look at it this way: the sex will never be borin'!"

Ichigo blushed and smacked him on the head, "Shiro! Don't talk like that, there's a baby present!"

"Whaaat? 'S not like he dunno anyway! He's part of ya after all! Even if he's just a young'un," Shiro said in his own defense and pouted as he rubbed his head. "Now stop bein' anal – tehe! – and come meet yer otha selves…" Ichigo rolled his eyes before letting the eager albino tug him towards the others who were anxious to meet their missing counterpart.

38. Teenager (takes place in the 'My Strawberry Kitten' universe)

Ichigo was busy in the kitchen when the front door opened with a flourish. "Muuum~! We're home!" Jakeru's baritone voice sing-songed cheerfully and his two teenage boys came ambling in, each needing to bend down slightly in order to give him a kiss on the cheek simultaneously.

When they'd hit puberty, the twins had grown like bamboo, each shooting up to about six feet as their bodies filled out quite nicely thanks to swimming and soccer. Jakeru was still shorter and a tad leaner than his broader older brother in muscle mass, but he could still give Shiro a run for his money when it came to strength and especially speed. Though the twins were only a few inches shy of Grimmjow's height, needless to say, they both towered over their lithe beloved 'mother'. 'They grow up so fast,' Ichigo thought wistfully, still seeing them as his little baby boys just like it was yesterday.

"Wha's fer food, Mum?" Shiro asked in his rough, watery, dual-toned voice as the teenagers plopped down at the table, making the orange haired man snap out of his reverie.

"Hm, I had a fine day at home, thanks for asking," he answered sarcastically, and Shiro scratched at his white head sheepishly while his brother laughed. "Don't you two ever think about anything but food?" he paused for a moment, "Never mind, don't answer that. I made you some tuna sandwiches to tide you over until dinner," he said, and set about bringing the bottomless pits their plates piled high with said food before pulling out a chair for himself and talking with his sons about their day at school.

Just another ordinary day in the Jaegerjaques-Kurosaki household.

39. Moonlight (takes place after #70. Happy Birthday. Obviously, I'm skipping around a bit, so yer just gonna hafta wait for that one. XD)

"U-Ungh…uhn!" Ichigo moaned out weakly, flushed a delectable pink from the potent drug still running through his system and biting his lower lip as he shoved the big bumpy dildo into his reddened puckered hole over and over again. Dressed in nothing but his slave collar, he was lying on the big white bed, young lithe body propped up by only his widely spread knees, spine curving elegantly and pushing his tight, fuckable ass high into the air. The constant moonlight of Hueco Mundo shined through the open window, illuminating lean, defined muscles and hot sweaty skin.

That was how Grimmjow found him after coming back from the Espada meeting, and fuck did it turn him on hard. The Sexta silently closed the door, leaning against it with his arms crossed over his broad open chest as he settled in to enjoy the show.

Minutes later however, Ichigo turned his head and honey brown eyes met cyan. "Master," he murmured huskily in his pleasant baritone voice, pushing himself up in once fluid motion onto his parted knees and remained with the broad expanse of his sexy back facing the Espada. Delicious.

"Hey, pet," Grimmjow leered and walked over to the bed, crawling up behind his sex slave with feline grace and spooned against him in one smooth motion. "Do you like yer new toy?" he asked, large sneaky hands creeping down the boy's toned stomach to tease his sensitive aching cock and balls.

"Nnh~" Ichigo breathed out, leaning back into the Espada's possessive embrace, "Yes, Master. Thank you. I-It feels really good."

"As good as me?" The boy made a faint noise of pleasure when he felt his Master's impressive erection buck against his full ass, wriggling it closer and gave a small smile when Grimmjow growled sexily against his ear.

"Never, Master," he purred quietly, moaning into the messy open-mouthed kiss Grimmjow pulled him into, but let out a questioning noise when he felt the Espada move away.

"Good," Grimmjow smirked at him and made himself comfortable, lounging propped up with fluffy pillows against the headboard and crossed his arms behind his head, "but I wanna see you play with it some more." His slave blinked and looked at him uncertainly. "Go on Ichi-pet…fuck yerself."

Ichigo felt his cheeks heat up even more at the crude words, but nonetheless, his hand slowly trailed down his own body before disappearing behind him, feeling for the dildo still buried in his ass and picked up where he'd left off. The orange haired male leaned back a little on his other hand for balance, displaying what he had to offer to his Master as his mouth opened a little to let out soft, pretty, breathless sounds that Grimmjow loved to hear. Sexta licked his lips and grinned, reaching down to pull himself free as he watched. "Nahh!" his slave gasped, eyes widening when he found his erotic button and a cute little pink tongue peeked out from between his succulent lips before his hand picked up speed.

Just when he was about to cum, his lust-clouded mind registered his Master's command, "Stop." The boy let out a low pitiful whimper, not wanting to stop but reluctantly let his hand fall away from his hole as he trembled all over. He was so close…but he needed to wait lest he be punished. "Come here, pet." Ichigo crawled over shakily on all fours, straddling his Master's naked waist where Grimmjow's hands guided him to. The Espada must have been jacking off while he was otherwise preoccupied, but he became distracted from that thought as Grimmjow pulled out the dildo and slid his dick against the seam of his cheeks, making him arch wantonly when it began to poke at his entrance. "Did pinky give ya yer shot yet?" the muscular blunet under him asked suddenly from out of nowhere, and it took a moment for him to comprehend to question.

Ichigo shook his orange head, "No, Master, not yet," he panted out. He'd been getting daily shots ever since he was first taken here. Because the effects of the first initial shot of the experimental aphrodisiac didn't fade like expected, Ichigo was given smaller and smaller doses of the drug mixed in with the experimental antidote Szayel had concocted every day until the Octava Espada found a better cure. The teen could feel the haze of the drug begin to leave his system at a snails pace with every shot, but he was still irritated with how many needles he had to endure in the meantime.

"I can't wait 'til yer cleared," the panther growled, "I want you under me begging fer more, wanna see how loud you scream without it."

"Haaa…I…I think that – ah! – that I'd still be t-the same," Ichigo stuttered, giving a long erotic moan as he was impaled onto Grimmjow's cock.

"Heh, we'll just see about that," his Master rumbled in pleasure and thrust up once.

"Ahn!"

"Ride me, Ichi-pet," Grimmjow demanded.

"Y-Yes, Master…"

40. Fame (takes place after #36. Fashion)

Grimmjow smirked and crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned against the open doorway of the bathroom, silently watching Ichigo give Jakeru a bath with sleeves rolled up and all. They were rather futile efforts since Mama and son were having a grand time laughing and splashing bubbly water around at each other, before Ichigo finally managed to rinse the little rascal one last time and yank the bath plug. Jakeru watched the water drain before he was pulled up into his Mama's strong arms where a big fluffy towel was waiting to wrap around his small frame. Both berryheads grinned at each other and giggled as Ichigo began to towel his little boy down, Jakeru cuddling up to his Mama's warm body as he did so.

The two turned to see the blunet smirking at them, and Jakeru's bright blues lit up even more at the sight of his Daddy, reaching out to him with a smile on his face. Ichigo walked up to him and carefully their son passed over, leaning up to give his lover a quick affectionate kiss to the corner of his mouth.

No amount of fame or fortune will ever come close to the feeling he got when he saw just how happy they were here with him, Grimmjow decided as he wrapped an arm around Ichigo's waist and led them down to Jakeru's room to get him dressed for bed. Yeah, not even close. Looks like money can't buy happiness after all.

A/N: Yey for another set! Review and tell me yer thoughts! We can reach 100, I know it! :D Just no flames, please. :3