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Wow, these guys just don't get a break, do that? Anyway, yet another update for my wonderful readers. Sorry I didn't update lately, but I usually wait for reviews... and my phone hasn't been uploading them =( That's where I read them! It's so convenient ;p I sweat it's the only reason I have a phone. As you can see, there are 3 more chapters to this fic =) Still haven't decided which one to work on next, but I'm moving along rather well in Mark of Grace XD Not that that's something all of you want to hear, as that means I'll be spending more time in the Supernatural fandom than Bleach.

Shiro: Ya evil bitch! DX

Vae: ... ^^;

Dean: Shut the hell up, ya spawn of satan! We deserve her affection just as much as you do! Probably more considering you're the equivalent to a demon.

Shiro: Say that ta my face, ya spineless whore!

Dean: Get over here and Ii'll say in an inch from your damn face!

Sam & Ichi: *holding Dean and Shiro away from each other*

Vae: ... Grimm? I think I may need a bodyguard. I just don't trust Shiro not to do something stupid.

Grimm: It would be my pleasure! I've been waiting for a reason to pound the fuck outta him. X3

Aquarius: The Water Bearer

It's so dark, the moon hiding behind storm clouds that refuse to open up. Ichigo stands outside a large factory, closed indefinitely after repairs failed. His eyes are closed, those that accompany him standing off by the cars, and he breathes deeply. Once he finds his center, amber eyes flash as they open. He can see everything, something that never ceases to feel overwhelming and fascinating at the same time. Every level of this factory, every door and stairwell and figure, he can hear every heartbeat and see the red organ beating in their chests. Like x-ray vision, nothing can hide from his eyes.

"Ichigo..."

"They're hanging over the first floor, there's a vat of molten metal beneath them," he remarks. "I can see six figures roaming the area... two are in dragon form and they're massive. The other four are witches, their power levels are rather impressive. They're most likely rogues from the largest and most powerful coven in the state. If we go in there, it'll be one hell of a fight."

"Can you take them?" Tatuski asks. "The witches, I mean."

"I'm capable of holding them off while you get the prisoners," he nods. "As long as Chad and Grimmjow can handle the dragons well enough."

"Get the plan together," she grins. "We've got work to do!"

It doesn't take much for the succubus to jot down a plan, strategy has always been his strong point. Once they're up to speed, they head to their points of entrance. Tatuski will be drawing the prisoners up from the roof, there's a catwalk close to the windows that will work well enough for her needs, and Ichigo will cause a distraction for the witches at the front entrance. In the meantime, Chad and Grimmjow will sneak in through opposing sides to confront the dragons.

Ichigo takes a deep breath, his entrance is going to be the signal for the others. With a glance upward, he catches sight of the raven haired woman waving frantically down. She's in position and it's time to move. He reaches out a single hand and the doors blow open without a single touch. The noise is enough to echo through the building-turned-nest. All eyes are on him, the four witches storming toward him with hands at the ready. Witches have never been a problem for him, they're just low level demons with abilities limited to spoken spells. On the food chain, they're down rather low... that's why they can be found in covens or in the company of more powerful creatures. In this case, those creatures would be dragons. Dragons, though they can take human form, are demons rather high up on the food chain.

The witches attack as a group, yet their immobilization spells are batted away with a sweep of Ichigo's forearm. They immediately put up shields around themselves to keep him out. His movements are languid, his amber orbs slyly watching the couple tied over the vat. Slowly, they're inched upward and toward Tatsuki. He can hear the shatter of glass signaling Grimmjow's and Chad's entrance, the dragons screeching at the sudden arrivals in threat.

"I'm sorry," Ichigo states to the witches. "I don't have time to play with you."

A shock wave of power blasts from the Zodiac, throwing the witches backward. Their bodies slam against the concrete wall behind them hard, falling to the ground like rag dolls. Carelessly, the succubus steps over them and his wings spread with a crack of bone and a flap of leather. Without thinking about it, he releases his full from. His horns curl back, his nails elongating, and his fangs sharpening. Though his tail drifts lazily behind him, it's bereft of the blade it develops during battle. His feet are lifted from the ground as his wings give a powerful flap, carrying him into the air and to the catwalk overhead. Chad is gripping the long teeth of a dragon, the fangs the length of his entire arm. His grip keeps those jaws from closing over himself, yet it places him in the perfect position to be burned by a blast of fire.

The fire lights up the dragons chest and throat before pouring out in a rush of heat, the cloud of flames swallowing up Chad completely. Ichigo isn't worries, though. Taurus is more than brute strength, he's also quite difficult to harm. He stands like a mountain, unable to be broken or burnt or moved. It's proven with the flame ends and he's still standing as he was, nothing more than a few wisps of smoke curling off his skin. He's like diamond.

Grimmjow, on the other hand, is a hunter. That's where Ichigo's worry lies at the moment. He knows Chad can handle a dragon without breaking a sweat, but he's not so sure about his mate. He flutters over to hover above the second dragon, his eyes on the form before it. There's a lump in his throat at the sight, a shiver traveling to the tips of his wings in a fit of pleasure. Grimmjow is crouched low, his sex-messed hair ruffling in the breath of the creature before him. His eyes are feral, a low growl rumbling from his lips as they pull back in a snarl, and his nails have sharpened into claws. Ichigo doesn't even blink and the other is gone, a feline roar filling the air before blue blood hits the floor. The dragon screeches in pain, flinging its head back wildly and almost catching the succubus with it's long neck. Black scales shimmer in the dim lights as they move, the dragon trying desperately to catch sight of the fast male

"Don't just flit about like a fucking fairy, Ichigo," Grimmjow calls out. "Go help Tatsuki! I got this."

Ichigo wants to help the other, yet realizes he may just be getting in his way. With a sigh, he glides over to the pair still making their way to the roof. He grabs the rope in his hands and gives a few strong pumps with his bat-like wings, propelling himself and the captives quickly to the top catwalk. Tatsuki is there, looking at the lax rope with a questioning brow and a scratch to her head. At the sight of Ichigo's succubus form, she grins widely and waves. He rarely ever allows himself to take such a form, as it lessens his control over his berserker mode. She loves to see it though, she always tells him he's the most beautiful thing she's ever seen in that form.

"Here you go," he smiles. "Check for injuries so I can heal them. Be careful, though, I heard rogue witches enjoy using poison. Not enough to kill, but just enough to make targets ill. I don't want you getting any on you."

"All right, i'll be careful. Try to help the boys, will you?"

"... Grimmjow doesn't want my help... doesn't even seem to need it."

"Chad won't kill that thing, he's too soft-hearted. I realize you are as well, but..."

A howl of rage and agony rises from below and they lean over the rail of the catwalk to see what's going on. Grimmjow is crouched triumphantly atop his fallen enemy, coated in blue liquid from the creature's veins and radiating an air of feral joy that can only come from a hunt. He turns his head quickly at the sound of a grunt, finding Chad locked in the same position he was in earlier. His torso dips, shoulders wiggling as he gets ready to pounce, and then he's off. Tearing up the other dragon's back with those sharp claws as though he's a cat climbing a curtain.

"... I guess I really wasn't needed," Ichigo frowns. "What kind of Zodiac isn't needed by their hunter?"

"Don't be so upset, Ichi," Tatsuki remarks with a pat to his shoulder. "It's obvious Grimmjow is special. He seems to be born and bred for battle... but he's no strategist and seems to go off instinct. That could get him killed, you know. Without you there to act as the brain, that body is likely to run straight into a perilous battle he can't win."

"... Maybe you're right."

They go back to the two now in their charge, the succubus carefully restoring their health. He hasn't left his demonic form, quickly becoming accustom to showing off his large wings and long tail. It's like letting his hair down, so natural and freeing he can't seem to turn away from it now. His powers move more fluidly from him, no barriers or dams to get around, and it just feels so damn good. By the time their charges are stirring, Grimmjow and Chad are joining them.

"Nice," Tatsuki teases. "You look like a smurf."

"I feel awesome, though," Grimmjow purrs as his eyes follow Ichigo intensely. "What's with the wings?"

"I think he's finally letting loose his inner demon," she offers with a pat to Chad's back. "It's been on a rather strong leash since he was young, so it's nice to see him let loose a bit. You're really good with him, you know?"

He nods absently, watching the woman with long black hair braided down her front sit up. She looks kindly and sweet, her eyes soft like Ichigo's... but there's a steel within her that belies that. She's a warrior, it's easy enough to see. Beside her is a taller woman with short and wild silver locks, a braid or two within the mess. She seems shy and almost awkward, her gray eyes darting about the area in confusion. Her name is Isane, she's a hunter and usually specializes in medical standby. Grimmjow knew her growing up, she always had a first aid kit handy when the children hunters were sent through training. He hadn't been aware she gained herself a Zodiac.

"Isane," he comments in surprise. "What are you doing here?"

"I... I was with my Zodiac, Aquarius," she stammers. "We were... c-called to assist another hunter, but they weren't here when we arrived. The dragons caught us off guard and we woke up above that vat. The witches said they were going to use us as bait to get to the Gemini."

"I told them they were wasting their time," the raven Zodiac comments. "Shiro is far too powerful for them and Ichigo is far too smart to be caught. I suppose the truth angered them, because everything went black until you healed us. I thank you for your assistance, all of you. We, however, must really be getting back to the facility. There are patients to care for, after all."

"We'll drop you off, Unohana," Ichigo smiles.

She nods in agreement and stands a bit shakily, Isane holding her upright. They all make their way carefully downstairs, Ichigo gliding down as though he were born of the air. He knows Grimmjow is watching as he circles beams and does back-flips in the air. Each pass he makes near them, his tail brushes the blue haired man's shoulder. Near the front entrance, however, Grimmjow's hand shoots out and grabs Ichigo's ankle firmly. His wings flap furiously to get away from his mate, who chuckles at his attempts. Carefully, he draws the succubus down into his arms and Ichigo's demonic features hide themselves again.

"Awe, I was just beginning to like that form," Grimmjow purrs.

Ichigo lays a shy kiss upon the other's lips, dancing out of his embrace when those strong arms loosen. They help Unohana and Isane into Tatsuki's car, the two waiting until good-byes and thank yous are exchanged to enter their own. Ichigo watches the other car drive off, sighing in content as he leans into his chair boneless. Amber eyes close as the ignition is turned on, the other eventually falling asleep to the sound of the car's engine.

Back at the house, Grimmjow eagerly lifts Ichigo's sleeping form from the passenger seat. Yachiru was picked up by Kenpachi before they left for the mission, so the house is theirs tonight. The sight of that beautiful and highly sensual form of Ichigo's has had his sex hard and dripping for hours. All he wants is to tie the other to the bed and have his way with him. As they get to the bedroom, however, Ichigo begins to wake. He gasps when he's dropped unceremoniously onto the mattress.

"... What the hell are you doing?" he mumbles out.

"We're having sex," Grimmjow states as he pulls his shirt over his head. "Unfurl those wings of yours."

"Come again?"

"I want to have sex with you in your succubus form," the hunter growls out sensuously. "What part of that didn't you get? Now let's go, let loose that she-bitch inside you so I have room to get me in there."

"... You do realize there are consequences to fucking in that form, right?"

He waves it off, the only consequence coming to his mind is the mind-blowing orgasm he's sure to experience. He's aware succubi are horrible feral in bed when in that form, it's what he's counting on. Feral is good, it runs in his blood, he can handle feral. Ichigo sighs and rolls his amber eyes, shaking his head and letting loose his demonic form. He can't lie to himself, he's been wanting to screw around in this form since he was a teenager... he's just never gotten the chance. Now that his mate is demanding it, he's not about to tell him no. to think that his first time in his demon form will be his first time with the blue haired hunter, it's exciting to say the least. He never expected anyone he was paired with to want him like this, least of all for the first time they're together intimately.

Grimmjow growls as he grabs orange locks, yanking Ichigo closer and locking their lips. The smaller male moans into the kiss, parting his lips for the domineering man to slide in his tongue. He grinds his hardened arousal down onto Ichigo's almost viciously, pulling away from the orange head's lips and pressing him to the bed. It only takes a single hand on his chest to still the demon, the only thing moving being the wings that curl and uncurl listlessly. Grimmjow's features have sharpened, just like when he fought that dragon, and he uses his claws to rip into the demon's clothing.

"Ah! Grimmjow," Ichigo gasps out. "Slow down!"

"Not this time. We've been interrupted enough, I'm gonna get a piece of that fine ass even if the whole fucking world goes to hell around us!"

He rids himself of his own clothing, considering tying the demon to the bed and deciding to wait until next time. Right now those wings are pressed against the mattress and it certainly doesn't look very comfortable. Their bodies meet, hands gripping and nails leaving red tracks along skin. It's bliss for the both of them, to just let go and be free for once. Grimmjow grips Ichigo's hips and pulls him close, forcing their members to rub against one another. The friction is delicious and they're both shivering in need as they moan. The succubus wraps his arms around Grimmjow's neck, seating himself atop the hunter's strong thighs. Their too far gone to think past their own desire, so when the demon lifts himself up only to slam himself down. He moans out loudly when the hunter's thick sex enters him in one drop, his claws digging into the blue haired man's back to draw blood. The demon's wings stretches and flap languidly as he rides the hunter's cock. They're on the edge of orgasm, both panting and wild with lust... when they catch the sound of the front door clicking open.

"I'll fucking kill the son of a bitch!" Grimmjow howls in fury.

lol! Poor Grimm, he just can't catch a break XD I hope you all enjoyed the update! I'll keep debating which fic to work on, so it might take me a bit to land on one ^^; I'll obviously have to go back and reread them, which means that'll take me a day or two =( Why do I have to write so much T^T Anyway, I'm gonna get going. I still have so much I want to write and I'm running out of time T^T Until next time!

Ichi: *dusting hands off in satisfaction* Not bad.

Sam: * hands across chest* I'd have to agree.

Dean & Shiro: *muffled cries as they fight against ropes tying them to chairs*

Ichi: ... What to go grab some dinner?

Sam: Why not. It'll give them time to cool off.

Ichi: It's kind of sad we can't think of a more effective way to deal with their competition.

Sam: *shrugs* At least it gives us some quiet time.