Okay, my computer is being stupid. I had a lovely rant going and then FF wasn't responding. I hope I'm not the only one this is happening to, because I'll be pissed if I get another virus. It's taking me forever to edit this stupid thing, since it keeps pausing with I'm typing. Anyway, you'll all love this chapter I'm sure =) You can thank me with lots of reviews! =D

Ichi: I have a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach...

Grimm: Awe, don't worry, she loves you! =3

Ichi: You call it love, I call it sadism.

Shiro: Sadistic love! Ya should be used ta that by now, aibou... that's what ya get from me =)

Ichi: ... Why me? *hangs head*


Chapter 9

Ichigo gazes out upon the ocean, dressed in swimming trunks and a tee shirt… Grimmjow literally wrestled it onto him to keep other humans from seeing him. Said Espada is lying contently within the sun, foregoing the towel the orangette brought along and stretching out on the sand. Ichigo had thought he was sleeping earlier and attempted to bury him in enough sand that it would take him a while to get out, but he didn't even get the first bucketful before Grimmjow cracked open an eye to glare at him. Now, he's just roaming the shore for seashells and starfish.

"Grimm, I'm going in the water," he calls.

"Don't go out too far," the teal haired male comments.

"I know how to swim!"

"So do sharks."

Ichigo rolls his eyes and steps into the water, the cold sending a chill along his spine as he heads in deeper. The sand squishes between his toes as he digs his feet in, the sun shining through the clear waters to reveal colorful rocks and small fish. A soft relaxed smile touches his lips as he walks out until the water barely touches his chin, a fish weaving between his legs as it continues on its swim. He steps back to follow it, gasping in pain when his foot comes down on a sharp rock. He vaguely notes Grimmjow bolts upright to search for him about three seconds after his foot started bleeding.

"Ichigo!" he shouts. "Get out of the water!"

"Why? It's just a little cut."

"Out of the fucking water!"

Growling in irritation, he's tempted to float out further. Upon hearing Shiro within his head, prompting his obedience just this once, he sighs deeply and starts swimming in. Shiro tugs at his mind, urging more speed from the wounded male. He doesn't have to worry about that, however, as Grimmjow splashes into the ocean toward him once the water is to his waist. The larger male scoops him into his arms and hurries back to the shore, the clear liquid turning pink behind them.

"Grimmjow, put me down, damn it!"

"If I can smell your blood from that far away, those three sharks in the coral near the shore won't take too long to pick it up!"

He deposits his mate on the towel Ichigo had spread out before searching the beach, immediately pulling the injured foot up so he can clean it. The cut is deep, yet not serious, and he reaches over for his discarded shirt to tear a strip off for a makeshift bandage. The orangette just lies there and watches the water quietly, catching a fin dipping back beneath the water not far from where he was. His head drops back to the towel, annoyance at the fact Grimmjow was right clearly shown on his features.

"I think it's about time we went inside," Grimmjow sighs. "It's nearly dinnertime, anyway, and we're getting toasted out here."

"I told you to wear sunscreen," Ichigo scoffs. "You should've listened."

The larger male snorts derisively, lifting his wife into his arms and carrying him back to their cabin. He doesn't want to chance the cut getting dirty enough for an infection to set in; he'll have Orihime heal it when they get back. He's almost positive he saw her among the ranks at one point. He settles Ichigo on the porch swing and warns him without words to stay put, walking off to locate the strawberry blonde. Ichigo sighs and lies back against the swing, catching sight of sea-green locks from the corner of his eye.

"Hey, Nelliel," he greets.

"Hi, Ichigo!" she chirps. "Are you having a good time?"

"I just cut my foot on a rock and was most likely going to be shark bait if I ignored Grimmjow and Shiro," Ichigo scoffs. "Not to mention, Grimmjow might be expecting to have sex while we're here."

"Why don't you?"

"Why would I?"

"He's your mate, isn't he? That should strengthen your bond and help you both relax!" she grins. "Surprisingly, in Hueco Mundo Hollows are drawn to have a lot of sex. It strengthens the alphas so they can better protect their mates; it also keeps their mates calm and bereft of the rage that clouds their minds. It can only benefit you two."

"Not in a million years!" Ichigo hisses. "I'd rather be forcibly raped by Aizen once a month for the rest of my life!"

"… Who would want that?" Nelliel frowns a moment. "Oh! You're making a comparison… I get it! Don't worry, Ichigo, we'll take care of this little speed bump!"

Ichigo's face pales at that, amber eyes going wide as he attempts to clear the mistake. His hands are up in a defensive position, waving erratically as he searches for words to heal this. Nelliel stands and starts moving.

"Wait, Nell!" he calls. "You don't have to help, I can do it myself!"

"… You sure? I don't mind helping out," she smiles widely. "It's very important for mates, especially partially Hollow ones, to bond on deep levels like that. It could mean the difference between life and death if you were to be cornered by a powerful Hollow… Grimmjow can't touch onto your reiatsu if you haven't had sex yet."

"I… I can figure it out on my own," Ichigo blushes.

"Just a little tip… there's a kitty maid costume in the back of the closet!"

He gives her a wary smile, waving as she hurries off. Grimmjow arrives not long after with Orihime, the strawberry blonde greeting Ichigo happily before healing his foot. Apparently she was told not to stay long by the other girls, as she's quite eager to be off once more. Ichigo stands carefully, Grimmjow holding him up with one arm around his narrow waist as they move inside. The dining room is set up nicely, food on covered trays and candles waiting to be lit. Ichigo groans in annoyance, sending Grimmjow a scathing look only to find him in shock.

"Let me guess," Ichigo sighs. "This wasn't your doing."

"Hell no," he scoffs. "Here, sit down and I'll get a couple plates."

Ichigo does as told, watching Grimmjow place food on two plates for them. He's curious about what Nelliel said, wondering if it's actually true. He wouldn't put it past the girls to make up lies to con him into having sex with his new mate. As they eat quietly, he just can't help himself.

"Grimmjow, have you had sex before?"

"… Plenty of times," he answers after a valiant struggle to not spit up his food. "Why?"

"Why did you have sex all the time?"

"What the hell else is there to do in Hueco Mundo?" the teal haired man scoffs. "It's either fight, fuck, or feast. Which sounds more pleasurable to you?"

Ichigo ignores that comment, a roll of his eyes the only indication he even heard it. He waits a bit longer before continuing, his curiosity hinting a bit at jealousy with his next question. Not enough for Grimmjow to notice, but just enough for Ichigo to berate himself about.

"Did you have another mate?"

"I had plenty of favorite lovers," he shrugs. "No mate I bothered to mark, though. Why are you asking me all this shit?"

"Nelliel said I have to have sex with you because it strengthens our bond and makes you stronger."

"She's telling the truth," he nods. "But it doesn't matter, you can take care of yourself… and you have that inner headache to back you up in case I'm not there."

The vibrant haired male is quiet at that; surprised Grimmjow isn't pressing the matter. After all, Ichigo practically handed him the perfect argument. The more he thinks about it, however, the more his curiosity peaks. Questions roam through his head, more rated R than anything else he's ever thought, and they draw a blush to the bridge of his nose as Shiro screams his protest within his head.

*No! * he shouts. *No, no, no, no, no! Ya don' need 'im! Stop thinkin' like a wanton whore! *

*Shiro! * the orangette gasps indignantly. *Don't call me that! *

*Then redirect yer train a thought! *

*I can't help it if I'm curious! * the vibrant twin scowls. *How often have I had the chance to enjoy something like this? Now I have a significant other to cater to that… *

*An Arrancar, dipshit! Sex is sex fer 'im, he don' feel nothin' more but the base pleasure, * he growls. *He'll break yer heart… an' most likely rough ya up ta the point ya'll never wanna have sex again! *

*He can't be that bad. *

*The hell he can'! *

Ichigo promptly blocks Shiro's access to him, as he's done multiple times they've gotten into an endless argument, and returns to his meal. He sends a promise to talk later along their link, blocking him off again before he can retort. He feels horrible they're arguing, yet Shiro has been trying his hardest to hinder this union where he could really use help. Once dinner is finished, Ichigo is surprised to find that his foot is completely healed. A soft smile touches his lips, he vibrant male noting this is Shiro's way of apologizing.

"What?" Grimmjow asks as they clear the table.

"My foot is healed," he smiles wider. "Shiro is apologizing for our argument."

"And you're gonna accept that? Just because he healed you?"

"You don't know Shiro," Ichigo frowns. "It's hard for him to admit he's wrong and he'll never apologize verbally, so he does little things to say he's sorry."

Grimmjow waves it off, obviously not interested in the more complicated details of Ichigo's inner demon. They clean up in quiet, the orangette assuring Shiro he's not angry with him as the silence grates on his nerves. He can't help but think about the fact that if he doesn't give up, the girls will likely drug him and he won't remember a thing. So it's either feel a bit humiliated, or wake up feeling like a whore… not much of a choice there.

"I'm taking a bath," Grimmjow sighs as he stretches.

Ichigo nods, watching the larger male stroll into the bathroom. He moves toward the closet, curious about the outfit Nelliel told him was there. He's not planning on wearing it, but it never hurts to look. He rummages around and locates the skimpy dress with white frills, frowning at the fishnet stockings and thong that accompany it. Further investigation turns up a collar, a cat's tail, and cat ears. Rolling his eyes, he throws it back in the closet and pulls off his tee shirt. He's positive Grimmjow doesn't need any help getting in the mood for sex. He lays on the bed, staring at the ceiling in boredom until his hubby exits the bathroom. Grimmjow walks over to the dresser without looking Ichigo's way, stopping abruptly next to the closet and curiously picking up the collar.

"Please tell me you're wearing the rest of this outfit," he pleads before turning.

"I didn't take you for the cosplay type," Ichigo smirks. "Would you like me to go change?"

"Yes… yes I would!"

Ichigo chuckles at the childish glee in his voice, getting up and retrieving the dress before retreating into the bathroom. He dons the outfit, still slightly amused at Grimmjow's excitement over it, and wonders where this kink developed. When he opens the door, the teal haired male is sitting cross legged on the middle of the bed with a gleeful grin on his lips. Ichigo leans his back against the doorframe and sends him a playful smile that borders shy, his hands playing with the long black tail.

*I'm so never doing this again, * he muses with a blush.

He strides over to the other, trying his best to sway his hips before he's scooped up onto the bed. Grimmjow lays him back onto the pillows, hovering over the smaller body beneath him. As stupid as he feels dressed in this outfit, he can't help but note the thrill his Hollow side receives at making his alpha happy. A hand runs through orange locks, bypassing the cat ears as they roam to the back of his neck. Ichigo sighs contently, barely noting when Grimmjow's free hand trails beneath his frilly skirt to slide off his black thong and fishnet stockings.

"… And you call me kinky," he chuckles.

"Shut up, they came with the outfit," Ichigo grumbles.

He goes to take the dress off, yet Grimmjow's hands still the motion. His eyes tell Ichigo the dress isn't coming off anytime soon, the teal haired male pulling his shirt over his head before unbuttoning his pants. Ichigo watches in fascination, licking his lips eagerly as more cloth is removed. Once the other is bare before him, Grimmjow carefully lifts Ichigo and turns them so he's straddling the larger male's hips. His arousal presses against Ichigo's backside, drawing a gasp from the younger male as he hesitantly moves away. Grimmjow pulls him down, locking their lips eagerly as his hands fumble behind the vibrant male. Ichigo pulls away with a gasp when a finger slick with lube teases his entrance, his scowl immediately directed at his hubby.

"Where the hell did you find that?"

"I'm not telling," Grimmjow grins devilishly. "But I will tell you the girls bought a shitload of toys we'll be using later."

"We are not."

"… Will you be wearing more sexy outfits?"

"No!"

"Then we're playing with the toys!"

Ichigo opens his mouth to yell at the other, the mood ruined at the quickly heating argument, yet a moan spills from his lips instead when Grimmjow's finger strikes his prostate. That grin widens as the Sexta works his finger against his wife's sweet spot, carefully stretching him and adding a second finger. Ichigo lies on Grimmjow's chest, hands digging into the sheets on either side of his head as he throws his head back. His body arches at the pleasure, amber eyes half-mast as they gaze down at Grimmjow lustfully. The teal haired male moans at the sight, taking his time and savoring their first coupling.

"Mm… Grimm," Ichigo utters blissfully.

Once he's stretched enough and Grimmjow's self-control is ready to snap, he removes his fingers and leads his mate backward. The orange haired Shinigami groans when Grimmjow's thick shaft teasingly slips along his ass, pressing once more at his entrance. Ichigo tries to impale himself with it, yet Grimmjow reads his intentions and quickly grips his hips to keep him from harming himself.

"Grimm," Ichigo whines. "Please…"

"Don't worry, Kitten, I'll fuck you nice and good," he purrs. "But I don't want you to hurt yourself in your eagerness."

He presses in, holding his mate's hips carefully and firmly. Normally, he'd force his way in quickly and take his own pleasure before leaving… but that's how it usually works in Hueco Mundo. Right now, however, he feels it's imperative to take care of Ichigo before himself. He inches in, groaning in pleasure at the tight heat encasing his cock, and stills once he's seated completely. Ichigo is ready to move, yet Grimmjow holds him still a few more minutes. He picks he smaller male up a bit, his ruffled skirt shifting along his chest before he brings the orangette back down slowly. The thrust is experimental, telling him Ichigo is used to his size before he lets go of the other's hips.

"Go ahead, Kitten," he purrs.

Ichigo hesitantly lifts himself up, dropping back down and crying out when his prostate is struck. Grimmjow lets his hands rub up and down tan thighs beneath the short frilly skirt of the maid outfit, panting in ecstasy as Ichigo starts up an even medium pace. Lost in the pleasure, the younger male works toward his release. His pace picks up to the point he's bouncing on Grimmjow swollen dick, the other turning them quickly so Ichigo is beneath him. Grimmjow slams into him, aiming for his prostate and hitting dead on. Ichigo sees stars as he screams, always vocal in bed and never really appreciating it… although Grimmjow is loving it.

"That's it, Kitten, scream for me," he purrs out.

"G-Grimm!" he cries out. "Mm… M-more! Oh god… ah… faster! H-harder!"

Grimmjow obliges, slamming harder into the other and picking up his pace. The bed creaks beneath the force, the headboard thumping against the wall in protest, and Ichigo begs for more. The pleading is music to the dominant man's ears, his feral grin containing a hint of the intensity he shows on the battlefield… the lust without the blood. He slips a hand beneath the frilly skirt, taking in his pleasure induced mate with the cat ears still sitting atop his head. He strokes Ichigo's arousal, slowly compared to his harsh thrusts, and the orange haired Shinigami whimpers for more. Grimmjow kisses him harshly, nipping at his lower lip as he strokes faster.

"Ah! Grimm!" Ichigo scream.

"Fuck yes," the Sexta purrs. "Louder!"

Ichigo stiffens, his release wetting the maid outfit as he screams Grimmjow's name at the top of his lungs. Growling his own release, Grimmjow slams in hard as Ichigo tightens around his throbbing member. He empties himself within his mate's core, hissing in satisfaction as his cyan eyes lock onto Ichigo's amber ones. Pupils are dilated to the point their irises are nearly gone completely, their bodies shivering with the aftermath of their release, and Grimmjow carefully pulls out. The two lie back to catch their breath, the teal haired male pulling his mate close enough for him to lie on his chest. It's the first time he's ever gotten to cuddle after sex… and his inner feline is purring loudly in content. It doesn't take long for Ichigo to fall asleep, completely out from the mind blowing ordeal. As much as he'd love to keep the other in the sexy little outfit, Grimmjow forces himself up. He gently pulls the outfit from his mate's heated body, dumping it in a pile beside the bed. He stretches, sighing at the popping along his spine. Afterward, he heads into the bathroom to get a wet rag and clean them up. Then he climbs in bed to hold his mate close.


GO NELLIEL! For pressing the matter of sex! And yea for Ichigo's curiosity! I also couldn't help but throw in an unexpected kink for Grimmjow... He doesn't strike me as that type of kink. =) And if I don't review soon, it's because I threw my f-ing computer out the window! D8 This pausing and not responding shit is getting on my last nerve! No end conversation today, I'm afraid, I have to go and this is taking too long ^^; Love ya lots! (At least you get that ;p )