Okay, update! I'm not writing much today because I feel like crap and I'm freaking tired, okay? I just got done with my Psychology exam and I want to go to sleep, so here's the update, enjoy, and I'm gonna try and take a nap. =)


Chapter 7

Renji and Rukia can do nothing but stare at Ichigo once he hesitantly exits his room fully dressed, the orangette blushing so badly Grimmjow can't help but grin smugly. He can still smell his scent all over the teen, his libido taking up all his willpower to keep in check lest he jump the younger male then and there. They're all sitting in the living room area, Renji and Rukia on the couch and Ichigo in an armchair while Grimmjow sits on the floor beside him.

"Um… the others will be here soon," Rukia informs quietly.

"Do you know who's coming?"

Grimmjow snorts in humor, snickering at the remark before giving a blushing Ichigo a lecherous grin. Ichigo growls at him and throws the nearest heavy object, Grimmjow catching the empty glass with ease and sticking out his tongue.

"Missed me," he mutters.

"Kuchiki-Taicho will be here," Renji states before the two get in a fist fight. "Kurosutchi-Taicho, Kisuke, and I think Soi-Fon… That's about it unless Yorouchi shows up with a few Visoreds."

"Sounds like a party," Grimmjow grins.

"Why does he always send the meanest Taicho he has?" Ichigo complains. "Why couldn't he send Kyouraku-Taicho?"

"He's just worried about your safety, Ichigo," Rukia frowns. "And after what we heard, I'm worried, too! How could you do that? Are you having sex with him, too?"

Ichigo blushes crimson and Grimmjow nods eagerly, that Cheshire grin eating up his face. Renji groans and Rukia gasps indignantly, the small raven slapping Ichigo across the face. Grimmjow growls and moves to stand between them, glowering at the other fiercely before looking back to check on his bedmate. Ichigo's head is hung, his eyes shaded by his bangs and a soft frown marring that beautiful face… Grimmjow doesn't like it.

"What is wrong with you?" Rukia snaps. "After all the trouble we went through to get you off the hook for being a Visored, you have to go shack up with a former enemy that happens to be an Arrancar! Where is your brain at?"

"You have no idea," Ichigo hisses out. "You don't know what's been going on, Rukia! Everyone left! What the hell am I supposed to do?"

"Have a little self-control! It's not that hard!"

Ichigo stands, saying nothing more, and heads back into his room. They can hear the door slam shut, Grimmjow plopping down in the arm chair and glaring balefully at the two Shinigami. He doesn't like this, not one bit. Ichigo is a damn good bedmate and he doesn't want to lose access to him because of a couple thoughtless remarks. There's a knock on the door and Rukia stands to answer it, the three Taicho and shopkeeper spoken of before heading toward them with daggers in their eyes at the sight of Grimmjow.

"What's up?" Grimmjow greets.

"How fascinating!" Kurosutchi grins. "He really is human!"

"I don't sense a lick of stronger reiatsu from him," Kisuke comments as he gets up close to Grimmjow's face. "No bone fragment, no Hollow hole… How did this happen?"

"Shiro," Grimmjow replies.

"Should've guessed," the blonde shopkeeper sighs. "He's always causing trouble, that one. I'm often finding myself wondering just how anything like him could be derived from Ichigo's mind."

"Where is Kurosaki, by the way?" Soi-Fon wonders.

"The midget pissed him off, so he's locked himself in his room like a little chick," the former Arrancar answers with a shrug.

"He's having sex with you, what was I supposed to say!" she snaps.

Everyone is glaring at him now, the teal haired male growling angrily at her and her big mouth. After a long moment of silence, the Espada sighs in reluctance and stretches out a little more. He motions for the others to sit, a bit peeved when the two scientists kneels beside his chair to check him over instead.

"Alright, look. I don't want you to take this the wrong way, but… You're all a bunch of dumbasses," he states lightly. "You have absolutely no idea what's going on with Ichigo, but I've gotten a rather good eyeful since coming here. We didn't ask for this, okay? His fucking inner-dumbass decided it would be awesome to get my ass trapped here, so he felt guilty and thought it best to keep me where he could keep an eye on me."

"In his bed?" Soi-Fon scoffs.

"That is a great place to watch someone," Kisuke grins. "I watch Yorouchi there all the time!"

"Uh… no… in his apartment," Grimmjow answers off handedly. "I'm not gonna lie to you guys, his inner-jackass isn't planning on changing me back in the least… told me so himself. He's fucking pissed that Ichi's been making some poor life decisions, so he turned me into… a human… to keep him out of trouble."

"Wow, that was a wonderful idea," Rukia mutters sarcastically.

"Shut the fuck up! I've taken better care of him in the past few days than you dumbasses could the whole time you've fucking known him!" Grimmjow snarls. "As a matter of fact, the day I first got here I saved his fucking life! Where the hell were you guys, huh?"

Everyone is quiet at that, so quiet in fact that they can make out Ichigo in his room… crying. All eyes scan the room, finding the same shock on each other's face as their own… but Grimmjow isn't surprised. Ichigo most likely fell asleep and is simply having one of those nightmares again. He stands and walks over toward the orangette's room, ignoring the Shinigami calling him back. They know how prideful Ichigo is, how he hates to let others see him break down, and they keep away from him when they feel his reiatsu spiking in throws of volatile emotion. Now, however, they're all scooting down the hall in a bought of curiosity. Grimmjow opens the door and walks in like he owns the place, the others simply peeking in from the doorway. Ichigo is curled into a tight ball on his bed, his body shuddering with his sobs, and the teal haired male sits down beside him. He gently shakes the other awake, his movements so uncharacteristic of a bloodlust driven Hollow than the Shinigami have to stop and evaluate this new side.

"Hmm?" Ichigo mutters sleepily. "Grimm?"

"You're having another nightmare," he comments softly. "Do you want to get up and see your Shinigami friends, or stay here? I can come back and get you when they're gone."

"… I should see them," he sighs. "I don't want to, but I probably should."

"All right," Grimmjow smirks. "Um… wash your face, okay? You were crying in your sleep."

Ichigo's face lights up in shame, his eyes downcast as he forces himself to sit up. Grimmjow, on the other hand, reaches over to lift Ichigo's chin.

"Don't give me that shit," he grumbles. "I won't have it. You're a powerful fighter, you don't need to be looking down in shame, damn it. If you gotta cry, fucking bawl your eyes out… No one can shoulder the amount of shit you do… but don't you dare look like that. Not around me."

Ichigo nods, smirking just a bit before giving the former Espada a soft look he doesn't give anyone. Before anyone can think, Ichigo leans forward and kisses Grimmjow on the chin.

"You're such an asshole," he chuckles richly.

"Yeah, yeah. Hurry your ass up; I don't want to get into another yelling match with those pansy ass Shinigami friends of yours… The midget is especially annoying."

Ichigo laughs and nods, the bright sound far more welcome than the sobbing of before. Grimmjow leaves Ichigo to wash up, walking out of the room and giving the Shinigami there a cocky smirk. They all return to the living room and sit down, questions filling all their minds as Kisuke and Kurosutchi argue with one another. When Ichigo joins them, everything goes quiet.

"… What?" he asks

"So… sleeping with the enemy, huh?" Soi-Fon states.

"… I'm going back to my room," the orangette grumbles.

"I was in heat," Grimmjow frowns. "Would you prefer I fuck every human I could get my hands on?"

"But… Ichigo?" Renji asks.

"It's sort of a symbiotic relationship," the teal haired male shrugs off. "You know… I scratch your back, you scratch mine? I protect him from his… past mistakes… and he keeps me from getting in trouble with you."

"Past mistakes?" Byakuya wonders.

"It's not important," Ichigo snaps. "The point is, he's human now and you've never had the right to tell me who I can and can't be with."

"… This wouldn't have anything to do with Shiro bugging us about saving you from a human a few years back, would it?" Kisuke asks.

"… No… I don't know what you're talking about," Ichigo growls out. "Now if you're finished, please get the fuck out of my apartment!"

"What can you tell us about the… Espada?" Byakuya asks the two scientists at Ichigo's temper.

"He's most definitely not a threat on a Hollow level," Kurosutchi comments. "I would very much like to study him, though."

"Hell no," Grimmjow states.

"He's retained some semblance of Hollow instincts, yet doesn't have the need to feed as they do," Kisuke grins. "He's so much like Shiro… I'd be looking for powers such as Ichigo's and Shiro's soon."

"So he's still a threat," Soi-Fon scoffs. "Perfect. We can't even control that damn inner-Hollow of Kurosaki's, what the fuck are we supposed to do with this one?"

"Ichigo seems to be handling him just fine," Kisuke chuckles. "If I remember correctly, last time we ran into Grimmjow in Hueco Mundo… he almost killed a good number of our Shinigami. Having him act so civil now is a great testament to Ichigo's presence with him. I say we leave them alone and check up on them frequently. Besides, Shiro seems to be behind all this and he's proven Ichigo is his only concern. He won't let Grimmjow harm Ichigo."

"But will he turn on Seireitei?" Byakuya wonders.

"What the fuck do I want with a world full of dumbass Shinigami?" Grimmjow remarks. "You guys are so full of yourselves. I couldn't even stand the three we had in Los Noches, I sure as hell don't want any more around me!"

"Ichigo is a Shinigami," Renji points out.

"Yeah, but I like him," Grimmjow waves off. "He's like the night to your day. He's so different from you guys he should be a new breed."

"Uh… I am a new breed," Ichigo comments in confusion.

With the fact that Grimmjow is taken care of out in the open, the Shinigami gather and leave. Ichigo watching with a strong sense of anger and annoyance on his tongue. Grimmjow watches the other, taking in his body language as he heads back to his room. The orangette needs some alone time, so Grimmjow writes a quick note and grabs the grocery list the younger has been writing throughout the week and Ichigo's wallet.

Grimmjow is just coming out of the store, rather pleased with himself on the many bargains he managed to find. He's not stupid by far; he studied many things with Ulquiorra back in Los Noches and was rather adept at math. As he's heading back home, he stops quickly and sniffs the air… perfume. Not just any perfume… this is Kiki Lynette's perfume. Grimmjow had checked out different apartment complexes while waiting for Ichigo to get off work the first day he was here, finding a very nice one that cost far too much for his precious bedmate. He doesn't like the area Ichigo lives in now, it's filled with drunks and muggers that could harm his lover if given the chance… a chance he's not willing to give them. He heads in the direction of her perfume and clears his throat when he sees her.

"Oh! My, my, aren't you a quiet thing," she grins.

"You could say I'm quite wild," Grimmjow teases with a grin. "I was wondering… How much will I be getting for shedding my clothes?"

The woman lights up happily at the comment, beckoning Grimmjow to follow her so they can talk business. The teal haired male sighs, knowing he'll be getting home late and hoping Ichigo doesn't call the police for missing persons… he doesn't even have an ID yet.

Ichigo is frantic to say the least, having left his room to fix lunch and finding Grimmjow… and his wallet… missing. He found the note on the counter that stated Grimmjow took his wallet to buy groceries, but after three hours, he was most definitely not okay. He's out searching for the other now, knowing his neighborhood isn't exactly a trustworthy one and hoping he doesn't find the other dead in an alley. His heart races at the thought, his gut twisting so badly he wants to throw up.

"Hey, Ichi," Grimmjow comments as he steps onto the corner behind the other. "I was just heading home. I would've called… but I don't have a phone and I don't know your number."

"Oh my god, I was so worried you idiot!" Ichigo snaps. "I thought you were jumped and they killed you!"

"… Seriously," Grimmjow comments monotonously. "Really, Ichigo, you have quite an active imagination."

"Shut up! I was scared; don't treat me like that just because I worried about you!"

"I was on my way back with the groceries when I ran into Kiki," he smirks. "I sat down to talk business with her and signed a contract. I'll be starting tomorrow."

"… Really? That's great!"

Grimmjow grins at the other as Ichigo continues with his enthusiastic chatter, his whole body going warm at the thought of the other being so supportive… and then he realizes that's just the heat. With a quiet curse, he hurries his steps along so he doesn't end up fucking his bedmate in an alleyway. Ichigo is confused about Grimmjow's hurry… up until they're inside the apartment and he's jumped, the groceries lying forgotten on the floor near the door. The kiss is hard and filled with teeth clattering and nipping, Ichigo's breath immediately coming out harshly as he grinds his hips upward into Grimmjow's. They both moan at the contact, Grimmjow pulling Ichigo's clothes off hurriedly as his need wins over his desire to take it slow. Ichigo yanks Grimmjow's shirt over his head, but that's as far as he gets. The teal haired man pulls the other onto his lap and frees his erection with ease before searching for anything to slick up Ichigo's entrance. The smaller male is hard and too hot to be worrying about such a thing, yet Grimmjow is clear enough of mind to dig through his bag and pull out the small tube he bought at the store. Ichigo plays with his hair and sucks on his neck while Grimmjow coats his fingers and carefully slides them past Ichigo's inner barriers. The orangette gasps and moans, undulating his hips on those sinful fingers as Grimmjow's lips kiss down his neck. A burning tongue licks his nipple, teeth nipping and fingers tugging at orange locks harshly.

"Oh god, Grimm, hurry," he moans out.

Grimmjow grins at that, removing his fingers and using a good amount more of the cold lube on his stiff arousal. His hands are strong on Ichigo's hips, leaving red marks that will color into bruises the size of his fingers, and slowly pushes Ichigo down. They both moan as that heavenly tightness surrounds his cock, Ichigo's entrance contracting around his girth and causing his hips to buck up eagerly. He keeps the orangette still, his forehead on Ichigo's shoulder as he takes in the sweet smell of cinnamon and apples surrounding a forest of evergreens… Ichigo's scent.

"Fucking move," Ichigo growls out. "If I have to keep telling you, I'm not gonna do this any… Ah!"

"You were saying," Grimmjow smirks cockily.

"Fuck you! Hah! Yes!" Ichigo groans. "More… harder!"

"Mm… I'm guessing you like me fucking you more."

"Stop tease… Ah! Hah… Oh my god, yes!"

Grimmjow keeps the pace hard, drawing Ichigo up slowly before slamming him back down with more strength than necessary. The position doesn't give him enough control, though, and Ichigo has long since stopped helping. He pulls out, flipping the orangette onto his hands and knees before roughly pushing back in. Ichigo cries out in a mix of pain and pleasure, his arms giving out on him as they end up pillowing his head on the carpet. Grimmjow drapes his body over Ichigo's back, drawing out and slamming back in. Ichigo moans as that large length hammers in and out of him, weakly pushing back and eventually just letting Grimmjow do all the work. The sound of their groans and moans filling the room send shivers down Grimmjow's spine, the teal haired male nailing his pleasure drowned uke's prostate unforgivingly.

"G-Grimmjow," Ichigo whispers out in a tone soaked in ecstasy.

"Fuck," the other groans out before slamming in harder.

Finally, Ichigo shudders in release. His warm liquid leaves a stain on his carpet Grimmjow knows he'll be bitching about when he comes down from his high, a wide grin of self-satisfaction at the thought. He hums to himself as he presses as deeply as possible, delighting in the drawn out moan from the over sensitive orangette before emptying himself in the smaller male. He collapses on Ichigo, not bothering to pull out as he takes the time to catch his breath. He catches Ichigo's soft snoring, just a slight intake of breath before the exhale, and he chuckles. He's too tired to get up right now, so he sighs and closes his eyes to follow his lover into slumber.

Ichigo wakes about an hour later, his knees and forearms stinging and his body too stiff to move from lying in the same position so long. A heavy weight is on his back, which he can only assume is Grimmjow, and he can feel the other's placid member still inside him.

"Grimmjow, you asshole," Ichigo growls. "Get the fuck off me."

"Mm… sleeping."

"I'm not kidding! I'm fucking sore and you're still inside me!"

"So."

"Damn it; get the fuck off me before I…Mph!"

Ichigo's cut off when Grimmjow shoves his face into his arms, slipping out of him before yanking his hair back and slipping his tongue into Ichigo's mouth for a kiss. When he leaves him cold on the floor, the orangette half wishes he asked the other to stay. He's surprised when a blanket is draped over his bare body, the smaller male turning to look at his dominant. Grimmjow doesn't know why he did it, doesn't know why his face feels like it's heating up at Ichigo's gaze, but he does know he can't have the other getting sick. He likes having sex with Ichigo, he knows the other won't be so eager to put out if he's sick… plus Grimmjow might get sick in turn and that would suck. Ichigo sends him a shy smile, holding the blanket tighter around him as he gets to his feet. He looks his knees and forearms over, finding bright rug burns on them and frowning. Grimmjow notices and gives that signature grin so like Shiro's.

"Next time, against the wall if you can't reach the bedroom," Ichigo states as he scowls at the other. "These burns fucking hurt."


Yea! Nosebleed! I just love these two ;p