Chapter 12

Author's note: Sorry for late update, I didn't manage to correct any errors.

Grimmjow woke up groggy, his hand moving over his eyes when they were assaulted by light. He looked next to him, Ichigo sleeping soundly. Grimmjow felt more exhausted than he had ever in his entire life, and his pelvic area ached from the non stop mating.

Grimmjow had thought he would go insane from his erect member when it didn't go down. For seven long days he suffered, and the only relief was Ichigo's tight ass. Grimmjow looked down to his groin, falling back on the bed with a sigh of relief.

At least now it was gone.

He got up, opening a window to help the smell of sex go away. He looked over to Ichigo who slept on his stomach, hia face almost angel like when he slept. Grimmjow snorted softly at his thoughts, looking away and scratching his chest.

Getting Ichigo pregnant again had been the only thing on his mind for months. Now that he was sure it could happen again, his mind was at ease. He hoped his hard work paid off, and he pleaded many kittens were conceived.

Grimmjow wondered if Ichigo would kick him out after this, and he was dreading the time when he would wake up. He sighed softly, deciding to go take a bath to calm his shaking nerves.

He wanted to be there to make sure his kittens came safely into this world. He would gladly give up everything just to see them grow up.

Grimmjow grabbed a towel and a kimono from Ichigo's closet, heading to the bath. He didn't see anyone around as he went, glad for the privacy. He walked into the bath, seeing the shrines owner inside.

Grimmjow turned to leave, but a soft voice told him to stop. Grimmjow turned around, looking to the smaller man.

"We're both men here, plus I'm almost done." Grimmjow sighed, closing the bath doors. Grimmjow went over and sat down on the bench, taking off his boxers. He lathered himself with soap, trying to get as clean as possible. Even though he was a brute to most, staying clean was a must for him.

"My names Uryu." Grimmjow looked up, Uryu staring at him quite obviously. Grimmjow frowned, slicking back his hair with a hand full of suds.

"Grimmjow." Grimmjow grabbed the pail of cold water next to him, pouring it over himself. He shook it off, putting the pail down.

"Did Ichigo look past you raping him because you're good at fucking, or because you are a good manipulator?" Grimmjow pulled a towel over his groin, slicking his hair back and looking to Uryu. He obviously knew a lot, not that it surprised him. He sighed softly, his eyes reading Uryu silently.

"He didn't look past it. He's just using me for kittens and I feel the same way." Grimmjow's mind recoiled at the lie, Uryu humming softly in contemplation.

"Do you?" Grimmjow frowned, Uryu tilting his head as he watched Grimmjow's eyes become dark. Uryu smirked.

"You want to be with him, don't you?" Uryu questioned, Grimmjow looking away. Uryu stood up, getting out and grabbing his towel.

"Hurt him again and I'll make sure Ichigo disappears from you. For good." Uryu walked out, Grimmjow looking to the door when it closed.

He wished.

No matter where Ichigo went, he would find him.

Grimmjow got in the bath, the water burning his cold skin. He slipped in further, closing his eyes.

He'll keep a close eye on Uryu.

"Grimmjow." Grimmjow opened his eyes, seeing Ichigo standing by the bench. Grimmjow hadn't even heard him enter, a frown pulling down his lips.

"Sleep well?" He asked, Ichigo nodding as he sat down and started to lather himself with soap.

"Are you gonna leave after this?" Ichigo whispered, his eyes averting Grimmjow's. Grimmjow looked away as well, clearing his throat to add substance to the awkward silence.

"If you want me to." Ichigo was silent for a long second, Grimmjow waiting on pins and needles for an answer. He didn't want to force Ichigo into anything anymore, fearing the pain of another litter lost. He held his breath, closing his eyes as if it would lessen the blow.

"I mean… If you want to." Grimmjow opened his eyes, looking to Ichigo. His eyes were still averted, Grimmjow swallowing thickly.

"I could, since I lost mt job." Ichigo didn't say anything, Grimmjow almost smackinng himself.

"I could make you your meals and stuff,"Grimmjow inputed, Ichigo looking to him with surprise.

"You can cook?" He asked, Grimmjow nodding.

"My mom was never home so my dad sent me to the kitchen from an early age," Grimmjow told him, Ichigo picking up the bucket and getting water from the bath. He poured it over himself, putting it on the bench before getting into the tub.

He sat down on the opposite part of the bath, his eyes closing in bliss.

"What were your parents like?" Ichigo asked, Grimmjow shrugging.

"My father had been rich, though he never gave a cent to my mother. She whored herself on the street, and thats how they met. He knocked her up and she came running to him. He took her in to get me, then threw her out. If I went back, I could take over his company."

Ichigo was baffled, never knowing Grimmjow came from an esteemed family. He had thought he had been a slum rat, but it was the exact opposite.

"Why don't you go back?" Ichigo asked, Grimmjow frowning as he sat up a bit more. He scratched the back of his head, Ichigo frowning asbhe wondered if he had done something awful.

Did he murder his father? He had shown he was very capable of doing it.

"He wanted grand kids. Physical bodies thay could become my heirs." Ichigo frowned, suddenly feircly angry. Grimmjow didn't seem to notice, his eyes staring into the water.

"He got me a woman and even planned our wedding. I ran because I wasn't ready. I wanted to live life, to fill my own desires." Ichigo's anger disipated, his mind thinking of what Grimmjow's father could have been like. He imagined a large man that was probably covered in tattoo's and mean as hell.

"He let me go in hopes I would come back and change my mind. That was ten years ago." Grimmjow smoothed back his hair, his eyes downcast as he remembered the old man. He got up, getting out of the bath.

He had told the story a million times, not scared to share his past. But for some reason it hurt this time. Grimmjow tried to shake the feeling away, drying himself before putting on the kimono.

"When did you get that tattoo?" Ichigo asked, having always wondered why it was there. Grimmjow closed his kimono, his eyes staring straight.

"It's my father's way of branding his children." Grimmjow suddenly didn't feel like talking, leaving the bath. When his father had first allowed him to get the tattoo, he had been so happy. It had been his eighteenth biryhday, and Grimmjow had wanted something gruesome. But his father had the six put on his back, branding him.

Grimmjow was the sixth child, and the only one he wanted his heir to be taken by. The Panther King his father had called him, a secret message that told him his future.

Grimmjow would take over not only his shipping company, but also take his throne as the leader of the Espada.

The gang was more of an organization, even bigger than the yakuza. They stretched across the world, like a virus. They found their way into every government, getting high positions that allowed them direct access to presidental information and documents. All his father had to do, was raise a hand and the entire world would go into chachaos.

And when he took the throne, they would all come to his father's house,where they would swear ultimate loyalty to him. Whaever he ordered, they would do with ultimate devotion.

But for him to take the throne, he needed kittens and the family mark that was passed down for generations.

He would get whipped a hundred times, and if he didn't survive that then the next child would be expected to take the throne.

He would rather live a life of sin than return to that man.

The man who willing killed five of his own children.

"Grimmjow." Grimmjow blinked, realizing he was sitting on the bed in Ichigo's room. He got up, taking off his kimono and letting it drop to the floor.

"Did you want me to have kittens for your father?" Ichigo asked softly, Grimmjow's lip rising into a snarl.

"Never! He will never see them!" Ichigo was taken aback from the yell, Grimmjow looking away from Ichigo as he tried to calm down. He tore off the sheets, getting new ones from Ichigo' closet. He made the bed silently, Ichigo watching him silently. Gtimmjow released a deep breath.

"That man will do nothing but ruin them," Grimmjow mumbled as he finished the bed.

"Just like me." Grimmjow sat down on the made bed, pulling the blanket over his naked groin. He fell back, closing his eyes.

Just like him.

"So your never going back?" Ichigo asked, walking over to Grimmjow. He pulled the blanket off from Grimmjow's groin, straddling his hips. His kimono fell open,but Grimmjow wasn't in the mood.

"I have a couplw months before he'll hunt me down. He's sick and doesn't have much time left." Ichigo frowned, sitting back with a look if confusion.

"How do you know that?" Ichigo asked, Grimmjow opening his eyes but not looking at Ichigo.

"A week before I got out of prison, he sent me a letter. He was giving me till May to return to his home and take my throne." Ichigo frowned, touching a hand to his stomach.

"It's Feburary," Ichigo whispered, Grimmjow silent.

"He has eyes everywhere. But that doesn't mean I can't run." Ichigo was in shock, wondering why Grimmjow didn't tell him this sooner.

"You'll need to give a home birth. And no more doctors. Your father should be good enough," Grimmjow rambled, Ichigo leaning down and kissing him. The last thing the neko wanted was to meet Grimmjow's father, but he didn't want hear anymore about it.

Ichigo was almost worried when Grimmjow didn't kiss him back, pulling away to look down at him. Grimmjow wasblooking up at him, his eyes blank.

"Your not in your heat," Grimmjow pointed out, Ichigo frowning.

"Do you not want me anymore?" Ichigo whispered, Grimmjow silent for a long second. Ichigo was about o move off from him when he was pinned down to the bed, his heart skipping a beat from the way Grimmjow heated him up with his eyes. Ichigo's wrists were pinned, his legs spread around Grimmjow's waist. Ichigo moaned when he kissed him, thrusting his hips up in need.

Grimmjow let go of his wrists, placing his feet on the ground as he opened up Ichigo's kimono, pulling him down by his hips. Ichigo grabbed onto the sheets when Gtimmjow grinded against him, his body overheating.

For now, he would put everything Grimmjow did behind him, and look to the things ahead of him.

Grimmjow pulled away, wetting his fingers with his mouth. Ichigo shook his head, Grimmjow frowning in confusion as he lowered them from his mouth. Ichigo moved onto all fours, Grimmjow unsure.

"Just do it," Ichigo panted, Grimmjow wetting the head of his member with his fingers. He moved forward, Ichigo crying out when he pushed in, lowering his head with a small moan.

He wanted to feel Grimmjow, to understand him. Ichigo's fear had become intrigue, and he was determined to find out who the real Grimmjow was.