Ichigo wakes up hot, sweating profusely, feeling as if his very skin is on fire. Sweat clings to his skin, causing the blankets covering him to stick to him uncomfortably. The warm body plastered against his back is only making the intense heat worse, and he starts to squirm, trying to get some distance, but the strong arm locked around his waist only tightens its hold on him.

He makes an attempt to push away the arm, but it still won't budge, and warm air blows on the back of his neck, Grimmjow's body shifting on the king size bed behind him.

"Go back to sleep Ichi," Grimmjow mumbles tiredly, leaving a kiss on the back of the Neko's neck.

Ichigo ignores him, still trying to wriggle out of the older male's grip, sweat now dripping from his brow and down his face. After a few moments of incessant squirming Grimmjow sits up, keeping his arm around the distressed Neko as he stares down at him in the early morning light.

"Ichigo what's wrong?"

Shaking his head Ichigo pants, roughly pushing the covers off himself and trying to dive out of the bed.

"Whoa hold on, stop squirming Ichigo, calm down," Grimmjow tries to tell him, but when he realizes Ichigo is not listening to him, he tugs the Neko up and flush against him. Ichigo whimpers weakly against Grimmjow's bare chest.

This is torture, every single time it happens. The first two days are always the worst, the continuous hot sweats and the intense arousal becoming almost unbearable, not being able to find any source of long lasting relief. Usually a cold shower would help ease it off a little, and of course, masturbation, but those things only worked so well, and for so long.

Grimmjow places a hand on Ichigo's sweat slicked forehead, the other keeping the Neko from getting away from him.

"Jeez, you're burning up, is this your heat hitting by any chance?"

Inhaling deeply and trying to clear his head, Ichigo nods.

Grimmjow kisses him on the forehead, brushing away some of the damp orange hair that's sticking to the Neko's forehead.

"It's okay Ichi, I'll take care of you and make it better, " Grimmjow murmurs, placing feather light kisses along Ichigo's jaw. Shuddering even from such a small touch, Ichigo's body ceases its struggles to escape and he melts against Grimmjow's chest, a light purr spilling from his lips.

A long finger hooks under his chin, tilting his face up, and Cyan eyes stare into his own as Grimmjow molds their lips together. When Grimmjow's tongue licks at his closed lips he eagerly opens his mouth, a low moan escaping as their tongues slide against one another. The deep kiss starts off slow and lazy, but of course that doesn't last very long. A fresh wave of heat washes over Ichigo, so intense that it makes his body spasm against Grimmjow, and a desperate mewl is torn from his lips as he pulls away from the kiss. His body needs release, and it needs it now.

Grimmjow lets out a surprised 'oomph!' as he's forced onto his back, the mattress below squeaking loudly in protest.

"Ichigo what-" the sentence is left unfinished as Ichigo, now straddling Grimmjow's lap, sinks down onto the older males hard length. Strong hands fly up to Ichigo's hips, fingers digging in with an almost bruising grip. Ichigo probably should have prepared himself first, at least a little, but right now he doesn't give a damn. He welcomes the sting of pain as his wet hole is stretched by Grimmjow's girth, and wastes no time in beginning to roll his hips.

"Fuckin hell," Grimmjow hisses, his grip on Ichigo's hips unrelenting. The blunette's eyes squeeze shut, low moans tumbling from his parted lips as the wanton Neko rides him. Whines fill the room as Ichigo feels the pleasure building in his groin, his thighs trembling and his claws splayed on Grimmjow's chest to give him better leverage.

"Ah…ah…Grimm…" he whines, knowing he's coming to cum pretty soon. Grimmjow opens his eyes at the sound of his name. He stares up at Ichigo with half lidded eyes as the Neko bounces up and down on his cock.

"You gonna cum, Ichi?" Grimmjow asks breathlessly.

"Ye-yeah, f-fuck!" Ichigo hisses, his claws scraping against Grimmjow's skin, thin red welts appearing. But he's too lost in pleasure to even really notice, his cock starting to throb almost painfully with the need to release.

"I-I'm cumming!" Ichigo cries, his body trembling and his hole convulsing around Grimmjow as hot white cum spurts onto Grimmjow's chest and stomach. That's all that's needed to push Grimmjow over the edge, and he cums, hard, his hips jerking as he growls. Ichigo whimpers as he feels warmth flooding into him, and he collapses onto Grimmjow's chest, his body raked with small shudders.

They both spend a minute catching their breath, before Ichigo flops down onto the side of the bed next to Grimmjow, seeming much more relaxed. He can feel his heat is still there, but it's quelled, for now. It's only when he feels the stickiness beginning to ooze out from him that it dawns on him they didn't use a condom. Grimmjow, who is staring at Ichigo hazily, immediately notices the look of alarm on the Neko's face.

"What?"

Ichigo bolts up from the bed and out of the bedroom, Grimmjow staring after him, bewildered. Grimmjow hears one of the doors slam in the other room, and he drags himself out of bed, pausing to hurriedly tug on a pair of sweatpants and to wipe the drying cum off himself. He winces at the sting it brings, finally becoming aware of the angry welts on his chest. As he comes into the living room he hears water running, and the bathroom door is closed. He tries the handle, but it's locked, and he frowns.

"Ichigo, why did you lock the door? What are you doing in there?"

He hears the clatter of shampoo bottles falling and crashing into the tub, and a few curses soon follow.

"Oi, Ichigo!" Grimmjow asks, becoming alarmed.

"It's okay…just…just give me a few minutes!" Ichigo finally replies, but Grimmjow can sense the panic in the Neko's voice.

"Just let me in and tell me what's-"a loud rap on the front door draws Grimmjow's attention away from the bathroom. He growls irritably, wondering who the hell is knocking at his door this early. It better not be Nnoitra again or he's going to kick that lanky fuckers ass right out in the damn hallway. He opens the door, a courier holding a rectangular cardboard box out to him. He takes it and sets it down on the floor inside, and signs the paper the courier holds out to him. The courier tips his hat, his hazel eyes lingering on Grimmjow's scratched chest for a moment before he walks away, and Grimmjow slams the door shut. He stares down at the package and realizes it must be the toys he'd ordered for Ichigo to use during his heat. Pfft, fat load of good those will be now. What a waste of money. And that reminds him of the panicked Neko still shut away in the bathroom.

The running water is suddenly shut off, the door swinging inward and a sheepish Ichigo peeking out. Grimmjow grabs onto Ichigo's arm, making sure the Neko can't run away from him again, and drags him out into the living room.

"What's wrong? Do you feel ill or something?"

Ichigo shakes his head, his ears drooping and his cheeks flushed.

"No…that's not it…"

"Then what?"

"We forgot to use a condom," Ichigo mutters, Grimmjow's eyes widening.

"But it was my fault…I did kind of take you by surprise," Ichigo laughs nervously, scratching at the nape of his neck. Grimmjow stares down at him stupidly for a few moments, before the cogs begin to turn in his mind again.

"Shit, shit. I didn't even think about that…do we need to go to a clinic or something?"

Ichigo shakes his head, now nibbling at the ends of his claws.

"I don't think so, I'm pretty sure I got it all out. And besides, it's extremely rare for humans and Neko's to conceive anyway."

"How do you know that?"

"I've looked up a lot of stuff to do with Neko pregnancy and stuff, since I found out I was…different."

A sigh of relief leaves Grimmjow's lips, and he ruffles Ichigo's damp hair.

"Jeez, we need to be more careful. But are you sure we shouldn't go to a clinic, just in case? There's a number listed for your doctor that woman from the home gave me, I could call them."

"Well…I don't think I should really leave with my heat starting."

"I'm going to call anyway, just to be on the safe side," Grimmjow decides, his eyes darting around for his mobile phone. He spots it on the coffee table, and as he picks it up he gives Ichigo a gentle kiss on the lips.

"You should go and get some more rest while I call, Ichigo."

"You won't take too long, right?" Ichigo asks, leaning into Grimmjow and nuzzling against his neck.

"No I promise," Grimmjow reassures him, and Ichigo makes his way back into Grimmjow's bedroom. Grimmjow quickly finds the number in his phone, he'd saved it as a contact in case he ever needed it, and calls it. He isn't waiting too long before the line is picked up from the other end.

"Hello Karakura town Neko clinic, how may we help you?" A bright feminine voice chirps.

"I need to speak to Dr. Szayel Granz, it's an emergency," Grimmjow replies, praying the guy's there and available to talk.

"One moment, I'll patch you through to him." A cheesy 80's song begins to play as he's put on hold, much to Grimmjow's displeasure. Thankfully, he isn't left on hold for very long, and this time a different voice comes through from the other end of the line.

"Good morning, Dr. Szayel Granz speaking."

"My names Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, I'm Ichigo Kurosaki's owner. I was given your number to ring if I had any…problems."

"Ah yes, Ichigo Kurosaki, he's one of my regular patients. Charming little thing, isn't he?"

"Yeah, well, I'm ringing because his heat has started, and well, I guess I'm not sure how to put this but- "

"You two engaged in sexual intercourse?"

Grimmjow almost drops the phone in shock. A soft chuckle sounds from the other end of the line at his stunned silence.

"No need to be so shocked, I encounter many owners who engage in sexual intercourse with their Neko's, it is nothing to be ashamed about. I assume you're calling because it was unprotected intercourse, yes?"

Somehow Grimmjow manages to find his voice again.

"Yeah…it was just, heat of the moment…" Grimmjow mentally kicks himself for the pun.

"Understandable, these things happen, I suppose. Was this within the last twenty-four hours?"

"Yes."

"Well, I can prescribe an emergency contraceptive for him, and that should prevent any unplanned pregnancy from occurring. Will you be able to come down to the clinic today and collect it?"

Grimmjow's eyes glance towards his bedroom.

"Is there any way to have it delivered? I don't think I should leave Ichigo right now, and I can't bring him with me, either."

"I see, well I'm afraid there is no home delivery service going out today, an unexpected problem with our drivers, would you believe. But if there's anyone else who can come and pick it up for you then that would be an alternative."

"I have someone I can ask."

"Excellent, well, I'll let the receptionist know and your friend can pick it up from there, alright?"

"Yeah, thanks."

"If there are any other problems, feel free to call again, Mr Jaegerjaquez," Dr. Granz replies.

"Alright I will, bye." Grimmjow ends the call, then scrolls through the rest of his contacts, finding Ulquiorra's name. After only two rings the line is picked up, but that's usual for Ulquiorra.

"Good morning, Grimmjow. You are calling rather early, you are usually dead to the world at this time when you are not working."

"I need to ask a favor," Grimmjow states, not bothering to waste time with small talk.

"Oh? And what would that be?"

"I need you to pick up a prescription for Ichigo at the Karakura town Neko clinic for me."

"And you cannot go yourself because…?"

"Because Ichigo's heat has started, otherwise I would."

"I see…well I can head there before work and bring it to you, that will be in about an hour."

"Okay, thanks, I owe you one."

"Indeed you do, Grimmjow." Before Grimmjow can even say bye Ulquiorra hangs up on him.

"Rude bastard," Grimmjow hisses, tossing the phone down onto the couch. Boy was this turning out to be a swell morning. He makes his way back into his room, finding Ichigo dozing off on the bed. Smiling, Grimmjow caresses the side of the Neko's face tenderly, and Ichigo purrs, leaning into the touch eagerly. He'll let Ichigo sleep for now while he waits up for Ulquiorra to come with the damn prescription. Shit, he's such a reckless twat at times. He totally lost himself in pleasure, the thought of protection not even crossing his mind at the time. But to be far, he's known for not using his fucking brain at the best of times. From now on, he reminds himself that he needs to be more careful.


As soon as there's a rap at the front door Grimmjow jumps up from the couch. Ulquiorra steps into the apartment as soon as Grimmjow opens the door, and Grimmjow glances out into the hallway, frowning.

"Where's Orihime?"

"I see your common sense is as lacking as ever," Ulquiorra drawls, holding out a white paper package to him.

"Tch screw you," Grimmjow growls, taking the offered package.

"You said Ichigo was in heat, so of course I did not bring her with me."

Grimmjow opens the packet, eyeing the contents inside. A slender, blue box is all that's inside.

"Let's not make this a common occurrence, please be less reckless in future, if such a thing is possible for you." Ulquiorra turns on his heel, but Grimmjow stops him from leaving by grasping the smaller male by his shoulder.

"You…know?"

"It's not hard to figure out, unless you are a complete imbecile."

"And you're not…disgusted?" Grimmjow persists, not entirely sure he wants to hear the answer, but needing to ask anyway.

"Disgusted? Why would I be?"

"Well…it is frowned upon, isn't it? I guess I kind of figured you'd be the type to think it would be."

"Grimmjow, there is nothing wrong with having an intimate relationship with Ichigo. As I told you that day in the park, they are much like us, they are intelligent creatures and they are great companions. Now you and Nnoitra actually have something in common," Ulquiorra smirks, Grimmjow deeply unsettled at the unusual reaction from his long time friend.

"Wait, you're telling me Nnoitra and Tesla are…"

"Having sexual relations, yes."

"You didn't need to fuckin say it out loud," Grimmjow groans, unwanted Images popping into his head.

"Well, there is no point sugar coating it, is there? Anyway, I have to head to work now, or I will be late. Which reminds me, will you be returning tomorrow?"

Grimmjow doesn't know what answer to give to him. He thought he'd made up his mind when he was in the taxi bringing Ichigo home, but he realizes that he was thinking a little irrationally at the time. He has to consider the consequences of quitting. Aizen is a powerful man, and if he wants to, he could make it very difficult for him to be able to find work in the same field, that's for sure. The question is, would Aizen go that far? It all depends on if he really wants that damn deal he'd tried to make involving Ichigo and Shiro so badly. But fuck him, it sure as hell isn't happening. Aizen has a better chance of pigs fucking flying.

"I'm not sure yet, I need to think about it," he finally replies. Ulquiorra stares at him, before shrugging.

"I suppose it is entirely up to you, but you should consider that you now have someone else depending on you Grimmjow, you cannot afford to be impulsive about your decisions."

"I know that. But Ulquiorra, before you go, I want to ask you something."

"What is it?"

"You told me about Nnoitra and Tesla, but what about you and Orihime?"

Grimmjow watches as Ulquiorra's eyes widen, just a fraction, before he scoffs and averts his eyes.

"That is frankly none of your business."

"Ah, say no more."

"Wipe that ridiculous smirk off your face at once!" Ulquiorra fumes as Grimmjow begins to holler with laughter.


After Ulquiorra leaves, Grimmjow wakes Ichigo up from his nap to give him the pills Dr. Granz had prescribed. As soon as the pills are washed down with some water, Ichigo wraps his arms around Grimmjow's neck, tugging him down on top of him. As the flushed (and very naked) Neko grinds against him, his brain waves up a flag reading, 'DON'T FORGET THE CONDOM THIS TIME, MORON'.

Like there'd be any chance of that happening again.


It seems like Grimmjow is becoming Ichigo's own personal scratching post doesn't it xD ? Anyway, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed the latest chapter :)