New update! Yea! Today is a novel day, too! I wrote four chapters, so the next four days are novel days! =) Go me! ;p I'd like to thank Alrye for her awesome suggestions on insults... I used one =) I'd also like to say my brother is a dork. He googled a whole bunch of terms for me and texted a huge list so I'd have it. I also used some of those =D BTW, in case not many of you know what a 'toolbox' is, the googled term defined it as: limited intelligence, social skills, or overall worth to society.

On a side note, just because someone decided to send an anonomous review so I couldn't send a message back (which I seriously hate by the way, I'd at least like to thank the constructive ones), I'd like to poitn out that any baby names I put the meanings to in the end notes are from baby names dot com adn those are the meanings they gave me. I do not know any other language but english (give or take a term or two in japanese or spanish from subtitles and spanish class), so any meanings that may come in later are from there.

Ichi: Feel better?

Vae: Much! I freaking hate those types of anonomous reviews! I understand people don't like to let the writers know who they are if they want to bash them or their way of writing, but any type of critism can be constructive! *pullling at hair*

Grimm: ... I think someone needs a time out for a bit. Why don't you take a nap?

Vae: ... Only if you, Ichi, and Shiro join me!

Shiro: Cuddle session! Yea! XD

Chapter 10

It's been two days since Cirruci arrived, yet the battles have done nothing but escalate. Ichigo has managed to come out on top more often than not, but the bitch fights are admittedly the most entertaining thing Grimmjow's ever sat to watch. At the moment, he's slouching of his couch with his arms slung over the back as the two glare heatedly at one another. This time, the argument was started by Ichigo. Cirruci had been in the bedroom snooping around and Ichigo had caught her rummaging through the clothes Nelliel had purchased for him the other day. Since the smaller jaguar knows Grimmjow has no intentions of letting Ichigo get away, she's been slowly building up possessions for him.

"I told you, I was just curious to see if my theory was right," the purple haired Fae growls out. "I thought you were a cross-dressing dimbo. Unfortunately, I didn't find any female clothes in your wardrobe. That's a good thing for you, of course."

"Is this about that damn apology I refuse to give you, isn't it!"

"Of course it is!"

"Fine, you want an apology? I'll give you your fucking apology!" he snaps. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I said Fae's were whores the other day… I only meant pixies like you."

"Take that back, you walking abortion!" Cirruci screams.

"Toolbox!"

"Stupid skank!"

"Vapid… c-u-next-Tuesday!" Ichigo shouts.

Cirruci gasps a moment, staring at the other before throwing the first punch. Ichigo dodges without difficulty, tackling the other female to the floor as they pull hair and scratch without abandon. Grimmjow grins widely, taking in the bitch fight gone brutal eagerly. He resists the urge to cheer for one or the other, yet realizes quickly that Ichigo is more brutal than enough to keep his status. He catches movement at his side and grins wider as Gin sits beside him.

"Havin' fun?"

"Fuck, I wish I made some popcorn before all this started," Grimmjow murmurs back. "This has to be the best idea I've ever had in my life!"

"Oh! Shit, Ichi may be small, but he throws a mean punch," Gin cringes.

Cirruci screams as Ichigo's punch lays her flat, the Fae immediately kicking the orangette off her. Gin sits back, watching with a detached amusement as he sees his own lover in the vibrant male. Ichigo leaps over the coffee table when Cirruci attempts to put it between them, raising his legs up and using his momentum to drop the other so he's kneeling on her torso. He grips purple locks in both hands and yanks up, slamming her head back onto the floor with a hollow thump.

"I knew there was something off about you," he sneers meanly. "You don't have a brain. When did you lose it, the last time you gave head in a back alley?"

"I think ya better get yer bitch under control 'fore ya end up wit a body in yer house," Gin comments. "He's done bein' nice an' that Fae don' look like she can take much more."

"Hmm… maybe you're right. He does seem as though he's out for blood," Grimmjow sighs. "Ichi, come here a minute."

The orangette hesitates, glancing back to the jaguar sitting on the couch. He's torn between doing as the other says and killing the Fae he's pinned beneath him, so he compromises… he slams her head against the floor one last time and then heads over to see Grimmjow. The other motions the smaller male over, gripping his wrist and tugging him forward. Ichigo drops down on Grimmjow's lap with a scowl, half irate with this new position and half petulant for the upcoming scolding.

"Ichi, you have to play nice with the new bitch or I won't let you have any more pets," Grimmjow comments teasingly.

"Can I just agree to never have another pet and kill this one?" he bristles.

"No. I told you once before, I take care of all females injured in my territory…"

"She's healed! She can leave now, we don't need her here!"

Grimmjow can see the obvious threat in Ichigo's eyes, confusion welling within himself as he attempts to decipher what's going on inside the other's head. Obviously, Ichigo doesn't like this other female… he's made that perfectly clear. Grimmjow has an inkling it may be because she's been trying to rub him the right way, but he has eyes for only the smaller male."

"Gin?"

"Yeah?"

"Why don't you take Cirruci to Ulquiorra's for tonight?" he comments. "I think Ichigo and Cirruci could use a bit of time away from each other."

"What!" the Fae snaps. "Why does he get to stay here and I have to leave?"

"He likes me more," Ichigo states before sticking out his tongue.

"Ichigo was here first. If you have a problem with that, you can leave just like Ichigo stated beforehand. There really is nothing keeping you here, Szayel already healed you and you're perfectly capable of long journeys. I have no clue why you decided to stick around, but you have no debt to pay off. You saved Ichigo so I helped you, end of story. Gin?"

He nods and stands up, motioning for Cirruci to follow him out. With a stomp of her foot and a huff, the purple haired diva does as told. She looks back just in time to catch the orangette curling against Grimmjow, silently laughing over the larger male's shoulder for her to see. Grimmjow waits a long while, listening for the two voices to get to the point he has to strain to hear them, and then glances at his bitch. Ichigo seems more relaxed and happy, his temper dissipating with the Fae's exit. He gets up and walks away from the living room, the strain of control he's been struggling with since Cirruci arrived finally settling.

"You really don't like her do you?" Grimmjow wonders.

"No, not in the least," he scowls. "And now that she's gone, I have little to no desire to even speak of her."

"I know what your problem is… you think I'm going to like her more," the Were-jaguar grins. "That's so cute! Don't worry; no one intrigues me as much as you."

"You're an idiot! Why on earth would I care if you like someone more than me?" Ichigo snaps. "I'd be more than happy to let her get jumped every five seconds by you in my stead."

Grimmjow watches the other intently, noting there's a strange uncertainty lingering within the Elf's aura. He doesn't like it, doesn't like the fact he's the reason for it. After taking in a deep breath, he chooses to tell the other the truth.

"Okay, I haven't been completely honest with you," he sighs. "When I first found you, I brought you here because I feel responsible for all females in my territory… that much was true. After you woke, however, I became more fascinated with you. You have such a volatile temper and I've always loved a challenge…"

"Why are you telling me this now?" Ichigo scowls.

"You didn't know what I was then," he admits. "I've ruined so many good bitches in my time because I jumped the gun. They didn't know, but when they found out… they changed. They lost their tempers and either feared me or doted on me. I didn't want to do the same to you. You were different from them, you were stronger than they were… you were special."

"It doesn't matter," the orangette glowers. "It won't be long now and I'll be able to go home…"

"I never planned on letting you leave," Grimmjow sighs. "I have every intention on keeping you here with me. You see, this whole canyon is my territory and every path in or out is controlled be me. There's a barrier around the Devil's Shoulder that alerts us to anyone falling off, but since everyone normally dies when that happens I don't bother to protect it. Unfortunately, ever since you survived it… I've erected a barrier there as well. You're not leaving without my say-so."

"Son of a bitch!" Ichigo snarls before leaping.

Grimmjow grins widely welcoming the hotheaded Elf as they collide, the larger male's arms immediately wrapping around Ichigo's so he can't struggle much. He may not be able to struggle with his arms, but Ichigo isn't stupid enough not to use his legs. He kicks Grimmjow's shins, trying his best to injure the larger man as the Were carries him through the house. Grimmjow hums to himself as he goes, ignoring the sharp pains from Ichigo's feet against his shins as he slips into the bedroom and closes the door. He tosses the other onto the bed, yet doesn't follow this time. Instead, he stands with his arms over his chest and a contemplative look upon his brow.

"What's your problem?" he wonders. "Why are you so against having sex?"

"I'm not stupid," Ichigo spits out. "I know why everyone wants me! All they ever talk about is my ability, they're not interested in me… they're interested in dictating my power!"

"Apparently you are stupid," Grimmjow comments with a wicked grin. "I'm a Divine, dipshit, what the hell do I want with more power?"

"… Well… You're just… I'm not… This is not happening!"

"Yes it is," Grimmjow grins. "And you're gonna let it, because you know I'm the only person in the world that doesn't care what ability you have. I was ready to take you as my mate when I thought the only thing you could do was talk to animals or make plants grow."

"… I guess," Ichigo mutters. "But… if you hurt me in any way, I'll kill you! I don't care if I was sent to get your help, I…"

"What?" Grimmjow frowns. "What did you say? You were sent to get my help? For what!"

"Trust me, we're so better off without it," Ichigo scoffs. "You'll probably just fuck everything up! Besides, Aizen can't be that difficult to take out. Obviously he's afraid of my brother's ability and he's nothing without Gin or me."

"So… you don't want my help?"

"My people thought I needed to go find the Divine, because Aizen was so strong," Ichigo sighs. "I thought this was an important mission for me, but when I found out you were the Divine… I realized they only wanted me to whore myself out in return for your help. I haven't laid down for any of my suitors and I'm not about to make it easy on you… I don't care who you are."

"Alright," Grimmjow nods. "I've made my decision… You're going to be my mate."

Ichigo attempts to disagree, but he's met with Grimmjow's lips. The other had moved so fast, he didn't even see him coming. Before he can get his mind around enough to turn into wind… or fire just to teach the ass a lesson… Grimmjow fondles his member and his concentration is lost. Grimmjow shifts them, his leg between Ichigo's to keep stimulating his groin, and he pulls away long enough to pull off the Elf's shirt. He's not stupid; he's actually an extremely fast learner. He figured out that Ichigo's ability takes a large amount of concentration, so keeping him from using it means to keep his mind fogged and distracted. He would've won this battle anyway.

"Relax," he purrs. "I'm not gonna hurt you."

He pulls his own shirt over his head, pressing a hand to the smaller male's chest in order to lay him back on the pillows. Ichigo wraps his arms around Grimmjow's neck, eagerly pressing their lips together before opening his own for his lover's tongue. Far past fighting the other, Ichigo relaxes beneath him and comforts himself with the fact he will kill the other if he hurts him in any way.

Grimmjow purrs in delight as he runs his hands over the toned body of his lover, leaning down to suck at his neck. Ichigo gasps at the feeling, tilting his head to give the other more room. A whimper falls from the orangette's lips, his hands fumbling with Grimmjow belt buckle. The jaguar pulls away, undoing his belt and pants before taking them off along with his boxers. Once he's bare, he allows Ichigo to soak it up a bit… immediately continuing when that scowl presents itself, warning him of the smaller male's impatience. He grips Ichigo's waist band and yanks his pants off, going back for the boxers quickly before he can change his mind.

"You were jealous of Cirruci," Grimmjow points out. "So I'm gonna make sure you have no doubts as to who my favorite will stay."

"Then you damn well better make it good," Ichigo bites out. "And make her go away! I don't trust her!"

"If that's what my mate wants, that's what my mate will get."

He slides along Ichigo's body as he lines them up once more, languidly kissing him as their hands explore. Ichigo gasps and grips blue locks tightly as he yanks them, an action Grimmjow notes is far gentler than the one he gave the Fae. He reaches over to the nightstand and pulls out a small bottle, keeping the other busy with his lips and tongue as he spreads the cool gel on his fingers. Ichigo utters a startled cry when Grimmjow slips a finger into his entrance, probing the other's tight passage carefully to loosen him up.

"Mm… ah! Ha! Grimm," Ichigo moans out.

Grimmjow grins at the look on Ichigo's face, half-lidded and clouded with lust as he voices his pleasure. He adds another finger, scissoring them to stretch the other. Ichigo's brows scrunch in discomfort, his groans more of pain than pleasure. After the third, however, Grimmjow starts searching for that spot that makes his Elf scream.

"Ah!" Ichigo cries out. "M-more!"

Grimmjow grins wickedly as he coats his thick arousal, easily thrusting into the smaller body beneath him. He's quick to locate Ichigo's prostate, abusing that spot with each hard thrust in. Ichigo wraps his legs around Grimmjow's waist, his hands scratching at the other's back. The speed is slow and rough at first, evolving into a faster pace. Ichigo is lost to the pleasure, arching his back and neck as he listens to the creak of the bed. He reaches for Grimmjow, pulling him closer to kiss him heatedly, and the larger male answers it enthusiastically.

"Ah!" Ichigo gasps. "G-Grimm! H-harder!"

"Mm," Grimmjow purrs. "So beautiful."

He raises Ichigo's hips to get in deeper, nibbling on the other's collarbone without breaking skin. He's always mindful of turning another, though the 'virus' isn't transmitted from just a bite. His canines are hollow like a viper's, but he chooses when to release the 'virus', as it's extremely important to gauge a victim for how well they'll take the change. With other Creatures, a change is neither necessary nor warranted.

"Grimm," Ichigo breathes out. "S-so close. Take me… h-harder."

He grips the smaller male's arousal in his free hand, his other keeping to Ichigo's hip and easily holding him up. As he drives in furiously, eager for his release, he strokes the orange haired Elf in time with his movements. Ichigo arches his body, shuddering as his mouth opens for a silent scream. His passage tightens around Grimmjow's large cock, forcing the Were to follow him in his ecstasy. Grimmjow growls, face buried in the crook of Ichigo's neck as he fills him, and the smaller male goes boneless beneath him. Carefully, Grimmjow pulls out of Ichigo's entrance and moves to the side. Once he's lying on his back, he wraps his arms around the smaller male and invites Ichigo to curl into him.

"You're mine now," Grimmjow growls out. "Got that? I'm never letting you go."

"You better not," Ichigo mumbles sleepily. "Or I get the right to kick your ass every day for the rest of our lives!"

"Hm… I love that temper of yours, it's so fucking hot."

"I'd role my eyes, but I'm too tired to open the lids."

"Go to sleep, bitch," Grimmjow chuckles. "You'll need it… I'm a very 'hands on' mate, if you catch my drift."

"So am I… but not in a pleasurable way. Keep that in mind when you get the urge to jump me."

Grimmjow grins to himself as Ichigo's breathing evens out, the orangette falls asleep easily as his body continues to float on cloud nine. Though he's tired, the Were-jaguar can't help but lie there and watch his new lover. He didn't mark Ichigo, so he can't technically claim him as his own… yet. But he'll be damned if he allows another to take what he considers his. It's always different with other Creatures; Elves don't like to be marked like Weres do, Faes rather like long ceremonies and tradition the rest don't, and Vampires sleep around without intent to marry where witches slip from bed to bed while married. He'll mark Ichigo eventually, but only when the other is ready to let him. For now, he's happy holding the other in his arms and waking to him in the morning.

And... wait for it... you're welcome! ;p Finally, Grimm got some! I bet you're all relieved about that, huh? Don't worry, I'm not nice enough to give them a happily ever after just yet =D No clues, no telling, you're just gonna have to wait and see! XD Anyway, next I'm either going to post a new fic, or the update to Uncharted. First to suggest gets their way! And I'll know, my email comes straight to my phone ;p

Shiro: New fic! New fic! I'm fuckin' awesome in the new fic! XD

Grimm: Uncharted! Post Uncharted! I kick ass in the update! =3

Ichi: How about you don't post either and write a fic where I'm not completely abused? *hopeful eyes*

Grimm/Shiro/Vae: ... *stare at Ichi blankly*

Ichi: *hangs head* You're so evil to me. T^T