Pairing: Grimmichi

Summary: Two hundred years ago a wizard fell in love with an angel but so did a wicked demon. When the demon found out that the angel did not feel the same for him but loved the wizard, he cursed the angel to be sealed in wizard's home forever and that only on the night of a full moon would the angel appear shackled to a windowsill. The only thing that could break the curse would be for the angel and the wizard to be together, but a spell was placed on the grounds of the house that prevented the wizard from entering on a full moon when demons were able to walk the lands of humans freely and were at their strongest. The house still stands old and lifeless left to the fancies and tales of the youth of the present.

Warnings: the occult, rough sex, manxman, smut, yaoi, mentions of demons and angels, dub-con,

ooc-ness, no under aged readers please.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot so don't sue.

The Cursed Angel

For a historically protected building ya'd think they would have done something to keep the floorboards from breaking if you so much as breathed on them, but as Grimmjow's foot found out that was not the case as it fell through another floorboard for the fifth time.

He could feel his hate for Hirako Shinji grow as he pulled his foot out and continued his trek toward the stairs that thankfully looked better than the floor.

Damn that Hirako and his stupid dare... He thought as he cautiously placed his foot on the first step. Ever since Grimmjow had been in Kindergarten that Hirako had constantly dared him into doing stuff, calling him a coward if he refused. Now aged sixteen he had got him to preform another dare, it being to stay in the haunted Tsukigami Manor for a whole night.

He paused when he had reached the middle step for it had let out a loud groan as he shifted his weight, after a bit more probing the wood settled seeming to take his weight, he continued up the stairs. He silently continued to curse Hirako and the house. Like all the resident youths of the neighborhood he knew the story that went with this house, he had despised it since the first time he heard it.

Do not ask him why but ever since he was a kid when others talked about the supposed angel that had been cursed by a demon here he always felt like punching the storyteller out and usually doing just that. Just being in the house was making him aggravated.

He shook his head hoping to dispel those thoughts for he knew if he kept thinking along those lines he was gonna get so aggravated he would march out of the house and beat that annoying Hirako to an inch of his life. Something he could not risk for if spending twelve hours in this stupid house kept that damn Hirako from bugging him for a month, a grin broke out on his face as he finished that thought and reached the top landing.

The manor was particularly large but the blonde annoyance had given him directions on where to go. For he not only had to spend the night but he had to light a kerosene lamp in one of the windows to show he was actually there. The manor sat on top of a hill overlooking the town so no one should be able to see the light from a small lamp meaning no one should call the cops on him thinking he was some thief or something. The only way someone would be able to see the light would be if they were on the property so the blonde had given him directions to a room with a window that looked on the front of the property where Hirako said he would be.

If he remembered correctly the blonde said once he reached the top of the stairs and the first door to the right would open up to a stable room with a window that was in perfect view of the front of the compound. He took the right and found the door, after a bit of yanking he was able to slide the door open enough for him to squeeze his way inside.

The room was bare save for a layer of dust and some empty bookcases that lined two walls of the room, it had probably been a study for the first resident of the household, but Grimmjow did not care for on the opposite wall to the door was a window.

Bitch hadn't been lying... Grimmjow cautiously made his way toward the window, not wanting to fall through a rotting floorboard but the wood held.

He wiped his hand on the window brushing away the dust that had collected there and was able to make out a figure that stood out from the landscape of the hill, he guessed it was Hirako. Letting a grin break out on his face he dropped his bag to the floor, opened it and began to assemble the lamp from the pieces he retrieved from the bag. After the lamp was set up he reached again into the bag pulling out a bottle with a clear liquid sloshing around in it with a big label on it carrying the word K-1 Kerosene. He unscrewed the cap and poured some of the kerosene into the lamp then grabbing a match book from his back pocket, retrieved a match, lit it and used it to light the wick at the bottom of the lamp once it caught he shook the match out and closed the lid on the lamp.

As he got up he grabbed the handle lifting the lamp to place it on the sill. The light from the lamp caused Grimmjow to catch a reflection of himself in the window, for a moment he allowed himself to stare at his sharp thugish face with his piercing cobalt eyes with the blue markings edging them and his natural teal hair that looked green in the soft yellow light.

For his dangerous appearance and wild looks he should have been in a gang or something. But he never had a chance to gang up for that damned Hirako always bugged him never giving him the chance to do some of the stupid things that teenagers and kids in their neighborhood got caught up in. Breaking into an abandoned house was pretty much the worse thing he had ever really done, not counting the numerous fights he had finished.

He let out a sigh knowing it was going to be another boring night, he glanced up and noticed that the moon was full and high up in the sky shrouding the night with its silvery glow. He leaned down to grab a thermos from his bag when a sound froze him dead.

Was...that a sob...?

The sound of sobs continued to assault his ears and before he even realized what he was doing, he found himself squeezing through the door where the muffled sobs were louder. In the hallway he stopped and listened, whoever was crying was definitely on this floor of the manor and pretty close. Another sob rang through the air and something inside him clenched, he hated this sound, he did not know why since the sound of people bawling never bothered him before. But the sound of these cries just had him wanting to comfort this person and yell out to them not to cry that he was here.

His head suddenly began to pound as another lonely sob was let out followed by a whimper, he remembered hearing stories about the people who tried to move in to this manor that were chased out by the sound of crying that came deep in the night. He always believed that they were simple made up ghost stories but as he heard a whimper and his head throbbed he could not deny what was right in front of him.

A part of him just wanted to screw the dare and get out of there, but another larger part was wrapped up in this longing to find the person who was crying in this lonely house. He took a step away from the room and the pounding elated more as he made his way down the hall toward another room where the crying was the loudest. As the throbbing left him he was assaulted by all these feelings of longing, familiarity and love, the reaction he was having toward these cries worried him for it was not just feelings he was getting. He was also fantasizing, for that could be the only thing it was he was doing because the only option left would have been that he was reminiscing, about the voice laughing, singing hymns, loud with anger and indignation but never crying, that voice should never be crying for he had made a promise.

He slid the door open nearly throwing it off the track with the force. The room looked like it had been the master bedroom for a western style bed frame of a large bed was the only piece of the room, but Grimmjow did not give a crap about that. His attention was given to the long orange haired teenager that had a manacle clasped around both his left wrist and ankle with tears running down his beautiful face sitting on the window sill in a grey ragged sleeveless robe that barely came to his thigh, his white wings in contrast to the dark night seen through the window behind him.

The sight of the chained boy was a very sad one, but Grimmjow felt nothing but anger toward what he was seeing. The robe should not be grey but white, the orange locks shorter, the white wings should be held high not drooping as they were and those tears should not be there, he felt like he wanted to hit something at just seeing the angel the way he was.

"Grimmjow...?" The name was whispered as soft as a prayer and it broke him from his musings of destruction to look back at the boy.

He had stopped crying and was looking at Grimmjow with a stunned look taking him in. Grimmjow also took this time to take in the boy now noticing the beauty and exposed arms and thighs holding deliciously looking creamy skin that should be tanned but still made his mouth water.

The more he took in of the boy the greater the feeling of familiarity and...ownership. He knew this angel belonged to him and was his to dominate and cherish no one else's.

His desire made itself known as he took another glance at the angel, the angel was his to take. He allowed a lecherous grin to break out on his face as he made his way into the room and the trapped angel. The grin had startled the boy and he had tried to back away from the advancing human predator that looked so much like his demon but the manacles and window stopped him.

The moment he reached the angel, who just stared up at him wide eyed and gulping, he reached out for the angel's cheeks gently wiping away the tear tracks that still littered his face. The action again shocked the angel who wrapped his slight pale hand around one of his tanned wrists, he was still surprised when he was lifted off the sill, the chains clinking with the movement, and slammed into the wall beside the window. The angel let out a breath of air and stared up into Grimmjow's moon illuminated grinning face noticing it was getting a lot closer.

Grimmjow just kissed the angel he had not thought as he wiped away his tears and pinned him against the wall holding him up so he was eye level with himself, he just did what his instincts were telling him and they were telling him to ravish the angel as soon as possible. He found that the more things he did to the angel the more thoughts were surfacing in the back of his mind but every time he tried to look or catch these thoughts they would just float away so he decided to focus on more important things like trying to get the angel to participate in the kiss.

After a bit of exploration he felt the soft strokes of the boys tongue this made him grin and push closer to the angel letting him feel his excitement. The movement made the angel gasp and pull away to the side breaking the kiss. Grimmjow took a moment to examine the flush cheeks and wide panting mouth, he had to have him.

Before the angel had even turned his head, Grimmjow shoved three fingers into the angels mouth startling him and looking up at him with wide brown eyes.

"Get them wet or else you'll just have to go without anything." He never thought that he would be this forceful with a partner but he loved seeing those eyes widen more and the feeling of that mouth and tongue sucking and wetting his fingers, he was definitely going to have that mouth work on more than just his fingers.

Once he deemed his fingers wet enough he pulled them out and using his own legs forced the angel to spread his wider. It was as he was doing this that the angel began to react, he struggled trying to get out of Grimmjow's hold but he was strong and managed to keep the small angel pinned to the wall.

"Relax, I promise you'll like it." He whispered into the angel's ear, he littered butterfly kisses along his neck and shoulder as he stuck the two wet fingers into his entrance.

The angel let out a groan at the intrusion and banged his head against the wall.

"Stop! Take them out! It hur-" Whatever the angel was about to say was cut off as he was kissed again.

Grimmjow swallowed up all his groans and whimpers as he moved his fingers stretching out his entrance. All the sounds the angel had been making were driving him insane and he just needed to be inside the angel right at that moment. After a few more seconds of stretching he took out his fingers and unzipped his pants freeing his erection, he guided it to the angel's hole and just slammed in.

The angel threw his head back and screamed at the action, while Grimmjow just let out a groan as heat surrounded his manhood, the feeling was exquisite. He stilled letting the angel cry into his shoulder and get used to his size, he began to kiss the side of the angel's face and neck hoping to distract him and himself. But he could not wait anymore, he had to move.

"I'm sorry but I gotta move..." the angel who still had his head buried in his shoulder gave out a whimper and cried out as he pulled his length out and then forced it back in.

He started out slow but soon picked up a wilder pace and changed the angle of his thrusts, letting out growls as he pushed into that sweet heat. He broke out a grin as he felt the angel jolt and gasp as he felt himself hit something inside the angel he made sure to hit that spot again and again enjoying the mewls and moans of his name. The angel surprised him by wrapping his legs around his waist and moving his hips into his thrusts, but it did not stop him only making his grin wider.

Completion was fast approaching for him and the angel, reaching between them he grabbed the angel's neglected length and pumped it in time to his thrusts. The angel did not last long, he howled his name as he came throwing his head back with nothing but a look of pure pleasure on his face as he orgasmed.

The look of abandon and the feeling of the angel clamping down around him was all it took for Grimmjow to come and with his completion all the memories of a past life that had been nestling in the back of his mind came shooting to the forefront. They both slid to the ground neither noticing the manacles that disappeared from the angel.

"Oh, god. Grimmjow is it really you?" The angel asked as he slumped there panting against the wall his wings giving a slight twitch.

"Yes, Ichigo it really is me." He answered as he gave the angel as kiss.

"But Grimmjow you're human..." Ichigo trailed off as he let his arms fall from around his neck.

"Yeah, I gave up being a demon for you. Your half-brother showed me how." Grimmjow gently pulled out earning a groan from Ichigo and moved to lean against the wall immediately pulling the angel to him. "I'm not leaving you again I promise."

Ichigo let out a sigh and closed his eyes leaning against the demon turned human. Grimmjow watched feeling only satisfaction at the sight.

He would have easily joined his angel in sleep if not for the gust of wind that brushed his face. He looked up and saw Hirako Shinji, but he looked different for instead of the straight bob cut he saw him wearing just the other day his hair now reached all the way down his back and the dress shirt, slacks and hat were gone replaced by a white sleeveless robe that ended at his knees, a sword at his side and two large white wings.

"Well I'm glad that I didn't walk in when you to were in the middle of doing the nasty." Shinji drawled as he broke into his famous piano teeth grin.

"Shut it Hirako. You knew that I had to do that to break the curse and that after two hundred years there was no way I could stay away from him." Grimmjow shot back with a glare.

"Yeah, yeah I know. You two being in love with each other and getting stuck in that love triangle. Trust me everyone knows the story"

"It was that damn wizard who was jealous not me!" Ichigo groaned in his sleep at the cry, Grimmjow just looked down and tightened his arms around his angel.

"Yeah I know. Now hand him over," he said as he advanced on the couple, Grimmjow just shot him a glare. "He's been away from heaven for two hundred years he has to go back so he can recharge and get his strength back. With the curse gone there's nothing to sustain him. Now let go of my little half-brother, I promise you'll see him again."

Grimmjow let out a sigh and reluctantly let go of Ichigo. Shinji then collected him in his arms and shifted Ichigo around until he was holding him bridle style. He then looked at Grimmjow, who was still leaning against the wall, right in the eye.

"I meant what I said back then and now you will see him again." There was a sudden gust of wind and both angels were gone.

That had all happened on Friday night, he spent the whole weekend just getting used to his old memories about a his past life and realized he was now stuck as a human. It being Monday he was also stuck in his high school class and in a sour mood that kept everyone away from him.

He almost did not notice when Hirako Shinji walked in with his ordinary bob and dress shirt and slacks, he stopped at his desk.

"I'm just coming over to let you know that you got a new guardian angel assigned to you and he's about to walk in." He said this just before Grimmjow could ask him about Ichigo and turned to take his seat just behind him.

Grimmjow was not going to take this and turned in his seat to demand where his angel was, but just then the teacher walked in.

"Alright students, settle down we have a new student." As Grimmjow turned to the front, the first thing he noticed was the short tangerine hair and tear less brown eyes.

"Hi I'm Kurosaki Ichigo."

Maybe being human wasn't going to be so bad after all.

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alright third installment, this one is shorter than the others but hopefully it's okay. Oh yeah and to anyone who was wondering about the previous story it will be continued. Well please leave me a review and I hope people liked this.