Chapter 10

"You need to rest Grimmjow. It's been three days." Grimmjow shook his head, writing down what he saw on the microscopic level.

"Can't. Go on Szayel I'll finish this up." Grimmjow frowned as he sat on a stool, observing how the lizard's strand of DNA acted with the Methuselah DNA. Szayel frowned in worry, but he was too tired to continue on. He left the lab, Grimmjow not even noticing his departure.

This work was critical to everybody's survival, but Grimmjow's mind was far from his work.

Ichigo managed to consume his mind once again, leaving Grimmjow hot and bothered and frustrated. But, sex wasn't the only thing on his mind.

He was going to be a father.

Grimmjow never even thought he could be a father, meaning that he could get a woman pregnant. Not with his messed up genes. He was a monster to be reckon with, yet a Methuselah, his fiance managed to tame him and get pregnant with his offspring. It was very damn well possible it was a fucking miracle that Ichigo's body even accepted the female organs, let alone was functional enough to produce offspring.

Grimmjow was always told he could never sire a child. Aizen always told him that when he introduced him to the Methuselah blood it altered his DNA. His sperm count dropped apparently and his blood prevented more sperm cells from being produced. Grimmjow didn't know what he meant by all that bullshit, but since he had managed to get Ichigo pregnant, he was sure it was all a lie.

But, what was he supposed to do now?

Grimmjow didn't know how he was supposed to react to all of this.

Would it be a boy or a girl?

Would it be a monster or human?

Would it have a tail?

Would it be both gender's?

Would Ichigo carry it to full term?

He knew experiments might be performed on his offspring due to its unusual heritage, but could he possibly hold it before they took it away?

Would he even let them touch his child?

Would Ichigo?

"Are you busy?" Grimmjow jumped against his better judgement, looking over to Ichigo who stood by the lab doors. Grimmjow looked over his body, Ichigo's usual armor replaced with loose black pants and a white wife beater. Grimmjow shook his head in disbelief that anyone was able to creep up on him, turning back to his work.

"Yes," he replied, looking back to the DNA mixture. The process was slow, but there was a definite change in the Methuselah DNA. The cells were being slowly cleaned of the virus, leaving regular blood cells. The amount of cells was also increasing, the blood cells duplicating themselves.

It was becoming more human every minute.

Grimmjow tensed when hands touched his shoulders, Ichigo's sweet scent filling his nostrils. Grimmjow was about to ask him what he was doing, but soothingly Ichigo's thumbs pressed into his muscles.

Grimmjow instantly relaxed under his skilled fingers, his eyes closing as he leaned forward a little. Grimmjow could vaguely remember Ichigo doing this every time he had a hard day at work, Grimmjow glad for the small gesture. Ichigo didn't say anything for a long while, just massaged his back in all the parts Grimmjow hurt the most. Grimmjow rested his head on his folded arms, groaning softly in relief.

"Szayel told me to take you to bed."

Grimmjow would have shrugged Ichigo off and got back to work at those words, not believing they were even close to finishing their work. In three days they got most of the cells cleaned, Grimmjow had to monitor to determine how long the vaccine would take to clean all the cells.

But going to bed with Ichigo also seemed inviting.

Grimmjow weighed the pro's and con's, sighing after a long thought. He shrugged off Ichigo's hands before standing up, taking the sample and placing it in a tube. He placed it in the freezer, turning around and cleaning up the rest of the lab. He stretched with a yawn when he was done, walking over to a computer and saving all their data before shutting it down.

He turned back to Ichigo who waited patiently for him, Grimmjow grunting softly as he walked over to him. Ichigo followed him back to his room, Grimmjow walking like a zombie with his shoulders slouched and a lazy stride. Grimmjow got the key from his pocket, quickly opening the door. He held it open for Ichigo who walked in, albeit hesitantly. Grimmjow closed the door, letting his lab coat fall to the ground.

He took off his shirt before falling onto the bed, Ichigo smiling a little. Grimmjow sighed deeply, glad he could just sleep. Once he got back his memories nightmares no longer haunted his dreams, letting him sleep comfortably for once in a long time. Ichigo took off Grimmjow's combat boots and pants, the blue haired man only groaning softly to be left alone. Ichigo took off his own clothing before laying down beside Grimmjow's body.

Grimmjow turned around, pulling Ichigo against his body. Ichigo stiffened slightly, looking to Grimmjow's face that was pulled into an expression of relaxation and peace. Ichigo slowly relaxed in his embrace, raising a hand up and moving a piece of hair out of Grimmjow's face. Grimmjow sighed softly, Ichigo closing his eyes and pressing closer against him. He took in his spicy scent, letting out his breath in a near silent exhale.

Then his stomach growled.

"You didn't eat?" Grimmjow whispered, Ichigo opening his eyes to see Grimmjow's blue eyes staring into his own. Ichigo wasn't sure if he really wanted to have this conversation with Grimmjow, their diets very different. He would have looked away, but Grimmjow had him trapped.

"Szayel has been trying to keep me on strictly human food. Our offspring accepts it, but my hunger has yet to dissipate." Grimmjow closed his eyes for a second, Ichigo wondering if he was just going to go back to sleep. Grimmjow sat up, Ichigo looking up to him with a confused expression.

"Can you drink my blood?" Grimmjow asked, Ichigo seeming caught off guard and frightened at the idea of drinking Grimmjow's blood. Ichigo slowly sat up, Grimmjow looking down to his stomach. He still couldn't really tell if he was pregnant or not, but there was a forming small bump where his abs used to be.

"I could kill you," Ichigo informed him, Grimmjow looking into Ichigo's eyes. Ichigo knew he would hurt him. Methuselah didn't have two fangs which they drew blood from. All of his teeth were razor sharp, able to tear out throats if he bit down hard enough.

"No you won't," Grimmjow told him nonchalantly, taking the entire situation like they were talking about the weather. Ichigo looked away, for once telling his instincts to shut up. He craved Grimmjow's blood more than anything, but he wouldn't kill the last person he still loved on this planet.

"I'll be fine," Ichigo told him, looking away from Grimmjow who frowned in displeasure. He wouldn't risk killing his lover.

He wouldn't let himself.

"You can't kill me, Ichigo. It's most likely I'll kill you first." Ichigo looked back to Grimmjow, wondering how that fact was supposed to comfort him. Grimmjow grabbed his arm, Ichigo slowly moving when Grimmjow pulled him closer. Grimmjow pulled on Ichigo's leg, getting Ichigo to straddle his thighs.

Ichigo instantly placed his nose against Grimmjow's neck, taking in a deep breath of the sweetness below the spiciness of his scent. Ichigo grabbed Grimmjow's broad shoulders, moving closer against him as his urges tried to overpower his mind. Ichigo moaned in need, licking the flesh till he found the pulse. He felt himself shiver, his eyes closing.

"Go ahead, eat Ichigo." Ichigo opened his eyes, the brown irises glowing a dark red. Ichigo sank his teeth into Grimmjow's neck, hearing Grimmjow's breath hitch from pain. Ichigo felt his blood pour from his skin, taking his teeth out and replacing them with his lips. The exchange was sloppy, but Ichigo needed it. He moaned in pleasure, his body finding it hard to find it's fill. He pulled Grimmjow closer, his eyes closing. He stopped when he heard Grimmjow groan, his body feeling heavier in his hold.

Ichigo licked the wound, his saliva making the blood clot. He licked him clean, blood having poured out more than he had wanted it too. He finished cleaning him after a couple of minutes, gasping when he was pushed down to the bed. He tried to pull away, not wanting Grimmjow to see him like this. Grimmjow didn't let him escape, pinning down his arms.

Grimmjow looked down to Ichigo's face, seeing the blood on his lips. It had slid down his chin, accenting his long neck. Grimmjow never had an urge to drink blood, but it looked absolutely delicious on Ichigo.

"Don't look at me," Ichigo whispered, Grimmjow wanting to tell him how beautiful he was. Instead he moved his head down, keeping his weight on his knees. He licked the blood off Ichigo's neck, feeling Ichigo stiffen beneath him. It tasted like copper, the taste disgusting to his sensitive tongue. He continued though, licking it all off his neck before licking it off his chin.

Ichigo slowly relaxed under him, Grimmjow finally getting to his lips. Ichigo probed his lips with his tongue, Grimmjow taking it into his mouth with a groan.

Ichigo suddenly pulled away from the kiss, looking over Grimmjow's face. He seemed worried, and though Grimmjow felt a little light headed he was fine. Ichigo tried to pull away, Grimmjow letting him move this time. Ichigo touched a hand to his lips, looking to Grimmjow who seemed unfazed.

Ichigo was finding it hard to accept that he had stopped. Everything he fed from he killed. Not once had he ever stressed such control in his entire life as a Methuselah, only feeding without thinking. Ichigo wasn't sure how to take it, but Grimmjow didn't seem like he was going to wait patiently till he figured it out.

"I'm okay, Ichigo."

Ichigo had never seen his prey alive for so long.

Ichigo reached a hand forward, touching it to Grimmjow's cheek. It was still warm, his skin not pale and sickly like most of the other's became. Grimmjow pulled him into his lap, Ichigo feeling his entire body.

It was warm, not cold with death.

"I told you, you wouldn't kill me." Ichigo kissed him, surprised and glad he didn't kill him. Grimmjow kissed him back, but not from escaping a near death experience. The pain from the sharp teeth and blood sucking wasn't all that bad, a part of Grimmjow's anatomy standing tall. He wasn't sure, but the feeling of having his blood drawn like that was rather exhilarating.

Ichigo wrapped his arms around Grimmjow's neck, holding him close. Grimmjow ran his hands up and down his back, feeling the expansion of skin with pleasure.

He moved his hands to his sides and stomach, heading for his boxers. His hands stopped though, Ichigo gasping against his lips. Ichigo pulled away from the kiss, looking down to his stomach. Grimmjow seemed just as surprised, his hand not moving from the spot.

He felt his baby move.

Ichigo put a hand over his, able to feel the baby moving. It was subtle and quick, but the feeling inside of him only made it that much more real.

"Grimmjo-"

They both looked to the door when it opened, Renji standing in the open doorway. Ichigo went to move off of Grimmjow but Grimmjow grabbed his hips, keeping him in his lap. Ichigo instead opted to hide his embarrassment against Grimmjow's shoulder.

"Yes?" Grimmjow inquired, Renji blinking as he brought his attention back to what he was supposed to report, away from the suggestive position he saw them in.

"The council has asked for you to be in their presence. Along with Ichigo. Immediately" Grimmjow nodded, Renji closing the door and giving them privacy.

Grimmjow had thought he had locked the door, but he guessed not.

He was wondering what that bumping noise was though. He guess he couldn't get mad since Renji did have the decency to knock first.

Grimmjow smirked at Ichigo who hurriedly got off his lap, pulling on clothes faster than Grimmjow could put on a shoe. Ichigo's cheeks held the faintest of blushes, Grimmjow getting out of bed fully awake.

He didn't need sleep, but it did feel nice to cuddle Ichigo for a couple of minutes.

"Don't be so tense. It's not like we were naked," Grimmjow told him as he pulled on his clothing, Ichigo not responding to him. Grimmjow walked up behind him with one shoe on, grabbing him and pulling him against his chest. Ichigo didn't struggle, Grimmjow kissing his temple.

"I train with him everyday. Now I doubt he will talk to me without teasing me." Grimmjow smiled, pulling away and pulling on a boot. They left the room, heading towards the council hall. Everybody kept looking their way, but Grimmjow didn't care. Ichigo's condition had been considered classified, but most of the base already knew. The soldiers didn't really mind, Grimmjow and Ichigo the two main freaks in the base.

Those who had been chosen to sire Ichigo's offspring didn't really mind, most of them already having families of their own. There were a few though who weren't the biggest fan of Grimmjow. Grimmjow didn't really care, as long as they didn't harm his offspring they could live another day.

They walked into the council room, the doors closing behind them. They stood in the middle platform, Grimmjow looking around to all the screens. One by one they came to life, the many council members looking to them with slight fear.

Grimmjow didn't blame them.

He or Ichigo could easily kill them.

"We are safe to presume you have been informed of our decision?" Grimmjow and Ichigo nodded, their words useless against these people.

"Well then, we merely have one more thing to say." Grimmjow waited patiently for them to say it, Ichigo entwining their fingers.

"When the child is born, if it proves to be a threat we will have it thrown outside instead of killed. Along with it's mother." Grimmjow gripped Ichigo's hand, Ichigo remaining unfazed to their words. That didn't seem to please them.

"Grimmjow you will stay and protect our district's, as you were bred to do. But Ichigo, hope for the sake of your child you live long enough to protect it outside of these walls." The council signed off, Grimmjow barely controlling his anger.

Ichigo just stared on.

Would he live long enough to see his child?