The final chapter of Dinner with the Family; Prequel~
I'm almost sad about that :/

Anyway, Enjoy!


The blue haired Hunter curled his lip, revealing white teeth and a sneer that exude an aura of menace and anger. All eyes turned to look at him as a deep, rumbling growl that could have rivaled an attack dog's own sounded from his chest and worked it's way up his throat. He couldn't care less.

Nor could he care that no one seemed sure how to react. His mentality quickly shifted from recovering and ordinary man to Hunter and before anyone could fully figure out what was going on, Grimmjow lunged. He ignored the ache of his healing body and the sharp flash as something ripped beyond what stitches allowed for.

The lower ranking Handler scrambled backward, a look of surprise on his fair features as the angered bluenette pounced upon his partner. Ikkaku fell back with a startled grunt as the larger man attacked, a viciousness he was not prepared for flowing from the bluenette in waves.

Grimmjow snarled, his usual humor while attacking a target completely missing as he balled up his fist and sent it into the bald man's gut. Luckily for Ikkaku, he held enough sensibility to remember that the man in front of him was of the same family and hadn't reached for his blade.

Ikkaku gasped at the heavy blow, but his own anger quickly took over and he began fighting back, his initial surprise wearing off. He shoved upward, his strength enough to dislodge the less than in top shape man.

Adrenaline and rage fueled the injured bluenette, allowing the Hunter to push passed the pain his body tried to tell him he was feeling as he shifted into a primal and predatory state, an almost inhuman mode that allowed him to overcome and push through what would have easily downed most men. It swirled openly in his rage filled, blue eyes and would quickly become a look that not only his partner, but the rest of the Don's staff would learn recognize as the last warning sign before the man pulled his deadly blade. Rumor and word of the blue haired beast with even bluer, fire filled eyes would quickly fill the city's underworld.

The two Hunter's wrestled across the ground, the pace fast and vicious, neither man willing to step down. Grimmjow snagged hold of the front of Ikkaku's shirt, tugging up sharply before slamming the man back to the ground, a resounding thud following the action. The bald man's eyes squeezed shut momentarily, stunned by the sheer strength the injured man possessed. The bluenette leaned close, teeth flashing and bared as he growled in the lower ranking Hunter's face. Ikkaku struggled in the man's grasp, hands clenched around Grimmjow's wrists in an effort to pry the enraged, blue haired killer off.

Unable to match the larger man's brute strength, Ikkaku lashed out, abandoning his efforts to get loose. He was a Hunter too, after all, and close combat was a must know for all the Don's Hunters. Grimmjow's fierce growling morphed into a grunt as he failed to react quick enough and his opponent's hit grazed across straining stitches and further ripped the suture, quickly saturating the front of Grimmjow's shirt in blood.

While fast and brutal, the entirety of the struggle only lasted moments before both Handlers jumped into action. Halting commands rang through the large room as each Handler sprinted to the fighting Hunters.

Ichigo grabbed hold of his Hunter, a command falling from his lips in a calm and practiced voice, the only voice that had ever been able to halt the enraged bluenette in his tracks and the only voice that would be able to do so in the future. "Grimmjow. That's enough."

The reaction was near instant and the bluenette snarled before he roughly pushed Ikkaku away from himself and toward the bald man's own Handler.

Yumichika grabbed his Hunter, giving a similar command as he did. Ikkaku struggled against the effeminate man's hold for a moment before falling still as well, eyes never leaving the blue haired man standing only a couple meters away. He glared as he panted to catch his breath from the quick and unexpected tumble, eyes narrowed on the equally panting bluenette.

"Grimm." Ichigo's voice was low and firm, instantly drawing his Hunter's attention away from the lower ranking one, whom he had been staring down like he was about ready to pounce again. As blue eyes snapped over to look at him, the man's glare softened. Ichigo watched the predatory madness swirl in vivid and expressive cyan a moment more before the bloodlust drained and cleared away altogether. "That's better."

Grimmjow pulled in a deep breath, as much to calm himself down as it was to help him catch his breath. He let it out in a controlled, slow whoosh. Shoulder's sagging with fatigue from overexerting his healing body, Grimmjow began to turn away from the lower ranking team, just about ready for bed once again as he slowly began to register the aches and pains he had ignored during the quick fight.

Ikkaku did the same, turning toward his Handler and thinking to lead the way toward the opposite side of the training facility. As Yumichika also turned to follow him, one last look to the Don's top team, Ikkaku felt the need to throw one last jeering comment.

"I think I was wrong. Maybe he's sleeping with his partner. Or maybe both?" The lower Hunter said with a shrug and a grin. His voice was quiet, this time only meant for his own partner to hear, but it managed to reach the bluenette's ears all the same.

With another snarl as the only warning, Grimmjow spun about. He had the lower ranking Hunter back on the ground before anyone could react but didn't get the opportunity to do any harm before hands were fisted in the front of his shirt and a big man was pushing the two apart.

Kenpachi leered down at them, a grin on his face at the new guy's tenacity and ferocity even while injured. Ichigo slid to a halt at his side as Kenpachi nearly lifted the bluenette from ground by his shirt and off Ikkaku.

Before Grimmjow allowed himself to be pulled away completely, he bared his white teeth in the bald man's face, his eyes lit with a swirling fire, and growled out in a low voice that only Ikkaku could hear. "We're not yet."

The top Handler once again regained control of his partner with ease, needing only utter a single word. The second ranked Hunter turned toward the lower team, his grin falling to a bored expression as he looked down at them.

"I would expect the third team to be smart enough not to taunt the first. That shit gets you killed." Without a second glance, Kenpachi turned away, his small Handler smiling up at him before scaling him to perch on his shoulder like a pink haired parrot.

Yachiru looked back over her own shoulder, catching Ichigo's eye. She waved cheerily as she allowed her much larger partner carry her toward the shooting range. "Glad to see you looking happier, Ichigo!"

Ichigo waved back, forcing a smile on his face at the girls comment. Had he really looked that upset while his partner had been bedridden? The top Handler shrugged it off, quickly regaining control of himself. He had another, much more stubborn man to worry about, after all. The Handler led the bluenette at his side away from the training facility, suddenly not feeling up to the task of sparing and not really willing to risk that Grimmjow get into another fight.

"What was that about, Grimmjow?" He questioned, not bothering to turn to look at the man. He didn't sound angry, nor even perplexed but his smooth voice carried a bit of a chastising undertone to it.

Grimmjow snorted but didn't say anything as he walked calmly by his Handler's side, an arm wrapped carefully around his torso. He grimaced slightly at the damp feel of his shirt, knowing it to be his own blood and knowing that it would mean seeing Szayel again to get his stitches pulled and the wound re-sewn.

"You need to learn to control yourself when someone taunts you. You can't just throw yourself at whoever angers or offends you. It will get you killed in this line of work." Ichigo told his Hunter after realizing he wouldn't be getting an answer from the man.

"I can control myself just fine." Grimmjow growled out, eyes flashing dangerously.

"Really? It surly didn't seem that way. Ikkaku hardly did anything warranting that kind of attack, and on top of that; you're still hurt. What were you thinking? Pushing yourself like that..."

"Was he right?" Grimmjow interrupted his partner's small rant. He would quickly learn that the only time Ichigo would ever chastise him like that was when he pushed his healing body too hard, and that it was only because the orangette was worried, as someone needed to be, since Grimmjow himself certainly wasn't.

"What?" Ichigo did glance over at his partner then and he couldn't help but notice the odd look in the man's eyes, it was a poorly masked, seething anger. It didn't take him long to realize what Grimmjow was asking him and Ichigo made an incredulous face. "No, I'm not sleeping with Shiro." Then he frowned slightly. "I'm not even entirely sure the Don likes men now that you mention it."

And it was true, even though he was probably the closest to the Don out of all the albino's men, he had no idea if the Don was gay or not. Everyone had seen him openly flirt with both men and women, but no one would ever catch him with one or the other for years to come.

"Do you?" The bluenette all but purred out, letting his piercing gaze slide to finally look toward his partner. The look froze Ichigo in his place, his calm, chocolaty eyes widening ever so slightly.

Before he could answer, his back hit the wall behind him and Grimmjow was standing much too close, one of his thickly muscled arms leaning against the wall and keeping Ichigo directly in front of the powerful bluenette.

"Well?" The Hunter's voice was quiet and he cocked his head slightly, waiting for an answer.

"I..." Ichigo swallowed and looked away for a split second before looking back to his partner, unable to look into the man's too blue gaze but at the same time, unable to look away. He nodded and watched as a predatory grin morphed on the bluenette's handsome face.

A big hand wound around the back of his neck, Grimmjow's fingers lacing with his long hair, and tugged him forward in an action that was much gentler than he would have expected. Their lips connected; fiery and heated, leaving no doubt about just how the bluenette felt for his partner.

Ichigo soon found himself pressing back against the larger man, but not in an effort to get away. The man's tongue ran slowly over his bottom lip, tasting more than seeking entrance and retreated just as slowly back into it's owner's mouth. Grimmjow let the kiss go from heated to languid and almost sweet before he finally pulled back just a few inches to look down into molten brown orbs.

Ichigo's eyes were wide as he stared up into his Hunter's pools of crystalline blue. He slowly reached up to place his fingers against his own lips, a little unsure how to react. Just as slowly, he dropped his hand back to his side, his tongue peeking out to trace the path that Grimmjow's had. As he started to turn away, headed back down the hall without a word, his hand found Grimmjow's and tugged slightly, his fingers running down the bluenette's long ones before he looked back up to see the man's expression go from crestfallen to a wide, pleased grin.

"Let's go get you re-stitched." Ichigo said quietly, a smile coloring his words and tilting his lips.

Later that night, only hours after the doctor had stitched the bluenette's reopened wounds, saw the two men sitting upon the plush, leather couch that occupied the small seating area of their shared suite. While talking and getting to know each other a little more, it didn't take Grimmjow long to pull the smaller man into a repeat of what had happened in the hall.

Ichigo had pulled away after a few moments, the kiss having already grown heated and his breath stolen by the sheer intensity that was his Hunter. But Grimmjow was content enough with what he had managed for the moment and didn't trying pushing his luck for more. As his fatigue from the short fight with the other Hunter and his still healing body caught up to him, he fell into a peaceful sleep, curled on the couch beside Ichigo. The Handler couldn't help but smirk and run his fingers through that unruly, sexy blue hair and marvel at how the man who had just been about to kill one of his own family members without a second thought could be so calm and peaceful around him.

Over the next week, Ichigo kept a close eye on his Hunter, insuring that Grimmjow gave his injuries the time they needed to heal and refrained from pushing himself in the meantime. The Hunter quickly became lover, their attraction toward each other strong and on a primal, natural level. Ichigo was unable to keep his eyes off the man even had he wanted to, but it was for an entirely different reason than before, much to the Don's amusement, not that the albino allowed his knowledge to be obvious as he watched the two grow closer.

Ikkaku and Yumichika wisely kept their distance as the top ranked Hunter began regaining the strength and speed he had held prior to the accident, knowing that they would easily be out matched should the two Hunter's come to blows yet again. Yumichika did track down Ichigo in the halls a few days after the incident to apologize and Ichigo had, of course, accepted the sentiment. However, within the next year the third ranked team would no longer be around to cause trouble.

A week and a half after the bluenette had first woken up and stumbled through the halls to find his Handler, he was pronounced healthy enough for training again by the doctor and deemed ready for missions by the Don. Much to the man's favored team's delight and relief, Shirosaki wasted little time in assigning them to a job.

It was a simple hit but the target's superior was who the Don was really concerned about. He wished to send a message and the clearest way to do that was remove someone important to the recipient, in this case, the man's nephew whom just so happened to work as an informant in the family business. It was almost too easy so Shiro sent in his top team, just in case things should be more than they appeared.

Ichigo tracked the nephew down, easily discovering the time and date their target would be completing business of his own. It had taken no time for the team to sniff out the man's location and find his vehicle out back. Since they hadn't been given instruction to interrupt the dealings happening within the old dock house, Ichigo and Grimmjow exited their own vehicle, parked several blocks away like usual, and decided to wait patently by the man's own car.

As they sat and waited, hidden within the shadows of the buildings the target's car had been pulled into, it didn't take the blue haired Hunter long to get bored. And Grimmjow was never one to pass up the opportunity to either make a kill, or take his lover in public.

Without warning, he was suddenly directly in front of the orange haired hit man, backing him up until the shiny new car was preventing Ichigo from going anywhere, a suggestive grin on his face. Grimmjow tangled his fingers in silky strands and pulled the smaller man into a deep, fiery kiss. As Ichigo gasped slightly in surprise, their relationship still new and the Handler still learning of Grimmjow's slight exhibition tendencies, the bluenette took full advantage. His tongue delved into the warm cavern of Ichigo's mouth, dominating the Handler's and mapping everything he could reach.

Ichigo quickly recovered and began kissing back, moaning slightly as his lower region began trying to stir to life and brushed at the inside of his slacks. Grimmjow pulled the man's lower lip into his own mouth, biting lightly before releasing and pulling back, soothing his tongue over the kiss swollen lip.

Ichigo was left panting, his features flushed ever so slightly with his arousal. It was a delicious sight Grimmjow could never get enough of.

"Gr...Grimm..." He panted quietly, one hand splayed across the bluenette's broad chest as the man grinned that shark grin and pushed even closer. "We're on a mission..."

"Yeah?" Grimmjow bent slightly, forcing Ichigo to bend with him as he rested his hands, one on either side of his Handler's waist, against the hood of a brand new, Dodge Charger. He leaned just a little bit further, pushing his hips flush with Ichigo's and making the man lean backward against the grill of the vehicle. "This is the target's car, right?"

"Of course it is." It seemed like a rather obvious question. Ichigo was never wrong when it came to his job. He was the best there was. This was definitely their target's vehicle.

"Good. Then we'll know when he leaves the docks." The Hunter purred out, dipping his head to let his lips brush across the smooth skin of his partner and lover's neck as he spoke. He ground his hips forward, further pinning Ichigo against the car and consequently showing off the rather prominent bulge in his dark jeans.

He grinned at his Handler's sharp intake of breath, his tongue peeking out to create a hot trail up the side of Ichigo's neck at an agonizingly slow pace until he finally made it to the smaller man's ear.

Ichigo let his head fall to the side slightly, giving his Hunter better access as teeth grazed his ear and long fingers made quick work of the button and zipper of his slacks. That warm hand flattened against the soft skin of his lower belly, directly over the waist band of his boxers.

Grimmjow slowly ran his hand up and under the Handler's shirt, delighting in the toned muscle that nearly quivered in anticipation under his palm. As he mapped his way up to Ichigo's chest, he pushed back gently, forcing the smaller man to lean further back and nearly lay on the hood of the target's Charger. With quick motions, Grimmjow pulled his hand free of the man's button up shirt and grasped Ichigo's hips in a firm grip.

Ichigo sucked in a startled but very aroused breath as Grimmjow lifted him the rest of the way from the ground with ease, broad chest and corded arms flexing. The Hunter grinned as he slid Ichigo up further on the hood, resting his feet on the bumper and spreading his long legs.

The front of the sturdy car dipped slightly under the added weight but the shocks were solid and it easily recovered, bouncing briefly before going back to it's original position. It didn't take the bluenette long to work Ichigo's slacks over his hips and yank them far enough down to hinder the orangette's movement and keep the pants out of his way.

"Grimm..." Ichigo breathed, head tilted back as the Hunter leaned forward and nipped at his throat and jaw line, his orange locks fanned across the dark metallic paint job of the hood. Ichigo wrapped his arms around the bigger man, hands clenching in the back of the tight shirt his partner wore. "This...this isn't a good idea..."

Grimmjow smirked against his lover's throat as he worked his own jeans down far enough to free his already throbbing member. He pulled Ichigo's underwear out of his way, pushing them down to join the man's pants around his ankles. "We might as well give the guy a show before we kill him." He growled out, his voice deep and rumbling in his need.

"You're...ahhh" Ichigo's words were lost in a moan as his partner plunged a single finger into his entrance without warning. He squeezed his eyes shut but the intrusion had his half hard cock twitching in the open air and he could no longer deny his own arousal no matter how hard he tried. "You're cruel."

A devilish smirk was his warning as a second finger was added, quickly pumping back and forth. Ichigo's back arched away from the car, his hands grasping at the bigger man's shirt as he grit his teeth.

"I'm an animal, Ichi." Grimmjow said as he continued preparing the smaller man below him, his erection on the verge of becoming painful as he looked upon his lover's pleasure twisted features and saluting cock. "I thought you figured this out."

"How...how could I f...forget that?" Ichigo tried to keep his voice steady, but his partner had other ideas as he increased the pace of his teasing and added yet another finger, causing the orange haired Handler to cry out.

As his voice echoed softly back to them from the brick building the car had been parked behind, the soft sound of footsteps followed it. Neither man payed much attention, distracted as they were with each other.

Grimmjow pulled the Handler into a soul searing kiss, his tongue seeking entrance that was quickly granted. Ichigo panted and whined into the kiss as the finger's impaling him brushed against his prostate. As Grimmjow's tongue plundered his mouth, teeth scraping and a string of saliva dripping down the Handler's chin, Ichigo cried out again, his head falling back to the car's hood with a dull thump and breaking their kiss.

"Grimm...please..." He panted, his need clouding his judgement and letting him nearly forget they were supposed to be waiting for the target to make an appearance any minute. "Stop teasing me." He commanded, knowing that Grimmjow was never able to refuse his commands, whether it was in business or in bed.

As a sin filled grin spread further across the bluenette's angular features, revealing perfect white teeth, the footsteps came to an abrupt and surprised halt, a quiet and shocked curse falling from the rival man's lips.

Grimmjow pulled his finger's from his lover, preparing to line up as movement caught his attention. His hand instantly went behind his back, grasping the handle of the butterfly knife he kept in his back pocket, an aggressive growl crawling up his throat.

Ichigo, who had arched his back at the sudden lose of the digits impaling him, swung his lust darkened, molten gaze to see what had his partner bristling just as things promised to heat up. Neither man moved from where they were, Ichigo spread out across the hood of the target's car and Grimmjow, one hand still grasping his slim hip, positioned between his spread legs, his hard dick brushing the curve of Ichigo's exposed cheeks.

The man that had walked in on them, the very man that had been named their target, began to recover from his shock as he realized the two men on his car were the trained killers that he had been warned of, the two that were quickly gaining a well deserved reputation in the city. As his hand disappeared into his coat, Ichigo reached underneath his arched back, wrapping his fingers around the handle of his gun. He pulled the weapon free, aiming for the target without moving from his position on the hood just as the man aimed toward his partner. A loud shot split the quiet air, echoing off the surrounding buildings and freezing all three men in place for a moment.

As the echos faded, Grimmjow's groan took their place and the bluenette bent to recapture his lover in another heated, almost desperate kiss. The target, a bullet buried in his brain crumpled to the pavement as the blue haired killer pulled back again.

"That..." The Hunter growled out, his voice low and husky. "was damn sexy." He thrust forward, sheathing himself inside his Handler.

Ichigo cried out, his gun slipping from his hand to lay on the hood of the dead man's car as he grasped at his lover. He wrapped his legs around the bluenette's waist as the man quickly picked up a steady pace.

"L...leavvvve it to you...to find something like that...sssexy..." He panted out between his moans as he thrust back onto the cock impaling him.

Grimmjow growled, the deep rumble more of a purr than a menacing sound. "That's not what I wanna hear..." He said, smirk crossing his features again as he thrust deep and fast. He twisted Ichigo's hips, adjusting his angle until he found what he was looking for.

"Ahh...Grimm!" Ichigo's voice rose to echo off the walls, back arching as the Hunter struck his prostate and pleasure whitened his vision.

"That's better..." Grimmjow fisted his long fingers around the Handler's neglected member and began stroking in time with his now brutal pace, grunting and moaning his own pleasure as his lover panted and cried out.

The car rocked slightly with their movements, the shocks groaning quietly to mix with their sounds of pleasure. A few meters away, the negated target's body lay in a spreading pool of blood to be found with the next morning.

"Ahhh..." Ichigo voiced his pleasure, heat pulling in his belly and threatening to consume him. His hands searched for purchase on the smooth metal of the hood as Grimmjow pounded into him, his heavy member filling him and pushing him closer to the edge of his need. "Ssso...close..." He all but choked out between his panting moans.

Grimmjow hummed a moaning purr in answer, one of his hands grasping the slim hip of his lover in a bruising grip. He quickened his pace, his thrusts beginning to loose rhythm as he too rocketed toward his release. He pumped his other hand over his lover's member, the pace matching his thrusts.

Ichigo cried out as the white strands of his release coated his Hunter's hand, some of it managing to smear across the pretty metallic paint of the hood he was spread out upon. As the heated walls of his entrance constricted with his orgasm, Grimmjow grunted his own release and let go of Ichigo's hips in favor of bracing himself up against the car's hood.

The Handler panted to catch his breath below the bluenette, too sated to worry about where they were at the moment. Grimmjow straightened and Ichigo sat up, legs dangling over the edge of the hood and pants still down around his ankles. The orangette started to hop off the car, but Grimmjow wrapped his muscled arms around his waist before he could.

Surprised, Ichigo threw his arms around the bluenette's neck for support as he was lifted from the vehicle and set back on the ground. Flashing the bigger man a grateful smile, Ichigo bent to pull his pants back into place as Grimmjow tucked himself back into his boxers and zipped up.

"Ah...dammit." Ichigo mumbled as he stood back up, buttoning his pants and looking at the car. Smeared across the hood in sticky evidence was an easy way to make a positive ID on who had been the man to murder the target. For an operation that worked underground and under the cops' radar, such evidence was unforgivable and could not only land Ichigo and Grimmjow in jail, but bring the entire family down.

The Handler frowned as he tried to find a way to clean up the mess he and Grimmjow had made. He snagged his gun from the hood and swiftly hid it away in it's holster once more.

He looked back up as his Hunter shifted about, shoes crunching on the loose grit and gravel on the pavement. The half crazed light in the man's too blue eyes spelled disaster and Ichigo knew the man had come up with something.

"What are you looking for?" The Handler cautiously asked his partner as the man patted at his pockets briefly.

"You happen to have any of the Don's smokes on you? Or a lighter?" Grimmjow asked before he crossed the short space to the cooling body they would be leaving behind. He pulled his knife out, flipping it open as he bent beside the dead man. Carefully, he used the tip of his knife to open up the man's jacket.

Ichigo watched as his partner and lover stood back up, a matchbook in hand and a wide, slightly unhinged grin eating his handsome face. The man walked back to the car's side, looking over his shoulder and motioning for Ichigo to stay back as he pulled the gas cap open.

Ichigo's eyes widened as the bluenette struck a match across the car's tire and casually dropped it on the edge of the opening. The Hunter turned from the car and was quickly at Ichigo's side. He grabbed the smaller man's hand and took off in a run down the alleyway that they had entered the area from, dragging Ichigo with him.

The fumes from the nearly full tank of gas stoked the small flame of the match into a small inferno before the flame worked it's way down, where it lit the potent fuel it's self. Within minutes, the tank erupted, spewing forth flames that bubbled and melted the paint of the once gorgeous car before it consumed the whole of the vehicle.

The car alarm began screaming out, the horn and lights flashing but it was quickly silenced as the flames destroyed the sensors that triggered it and ignited several small explosions that popped and burned.

By the time Grimmjow and Ichigo made it back to their own vehicle, the driver bowed and silent beside the opened door, the flames had grown to light the night sky a sickly orange and sirens could be heard in the distance.

"That was a little extreme..." Ichigo commented as he slid into the vehicle, his Hunter following close behind, but he couldn't be bothered to hide the smirk that tilted his lips. No doubt the Don would get a kick out of this one.

The driver shut the door behind his masters before casually walking around the vehicle to enter the driver's side, his pace unhurried as sirens screamed and drew closer. As he climbed into the fancy vehicle, he reached behind himself and quietly pulled the partition closed, guessing the two hit men would be needing their privacy after a hunt well done.

As the car pulled away from the curb, Grimmjow grasped the orangette's wrist and yanked the man into his lap. His gorgeous blue eyes still darkened with more than just lust, he captured the petal soft lips in front of him as the dark and dirty city rolled by around them.


I hope the ending was satisfactory~
It was only fitting that since the first installment ended with the two getting caught in the act that they would get caught this time too, well, sort of~

Let me know what you thought, please!