Gomen minna-san! It's been exactly a week since I last updated and I have had the hardest time putting out a chapter that was not complete smut (that's the next companion to this story) As for my current obsession, it is still Lovely Complex but I also started watching a new anime called Akane-iro ni Somaru Saka... (nearly done with it but decided against finishing it at like twelve- after I was attacked by my evil writing bunny :( *rubs at huge bump on head*) Well anyways I is rambling :) Enjoy :3~

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.. D:

Warning: Yaoi... future mentions of lovely smutastic smex!

Grimmjow watched Ichigo sleeping on his bed. It was true that Ichigo had not sustained heavy injuries, but he was going to be asleep for several days so that he could forget anything that happened in Hueco Mundo. Grimmjow settled back into the chair and wondered exactly what his feelings for the strawberry were. Did he love him? Of course, if not he wouldn't have risked his life to get him out of there. But what worried him more was that there were so many people after him. It was as if the moment he declared his claim on Ichigo that there was already a line behind him, ready to take over if he happened to mess up.

Grimmjow was usually a carefree person but after coming so closeto losing the boy, he realized that he had to do the one thing that meant no one could happily take him away. He was going to have to mate Ichigo. Should he do it once he woke up? Grimmjow pondered what could happen if he did it while the boy was asleep... Well let's just say that wasn't too pretty of a picture.

Grimmjow bent down over the red-head and kissed him softly on the cheek. He chuckled softly when the teen boy mewled in response. Then it occured to him. Had Aizen done the same to him? How could Grimmjow ever do anything to the teen again without wondering if the evil man had done it also? Grimmjow growled in the back of his throat. This all came back to one thing. Aizen had taken Ichigo. Grimmjow sighed when a little voice in the back of his head reminded. him that nothing good could possibly come from tormenting himself like this. He sat back in his chair again and settled in to wait three days.

Three days later

Ichigo stirred in his sleep and Grimmjow's heart nearly stopped when the teen's eyes opened for the first time since he had last seen him. At first there was a dreaminess about them and then it turned to a cute blank look. Apparently he didn't remember anything. Grimmjow caught the boy's chin and tilted it upward for a much needed kiss. "Good morning, sleeping strawberry." Ichigo scowled into the kiss and broke apart. "I thought it was sleeping beauty?" Grimmjow smiled, "Beautiful doesn't even cover you kid," He smiled mischieviously until that stupid thought came screaming back into his head. He had to formally make Ichigo his. "Ichigo... do you love me?" The teen sat up in his bed and stared at the teal haired man with a glare that said 'Are you an idiot?' He nodded and then his eyebrows furrowed. He was thinking. Or worrying. "Ichigo.. the thing is that... after a certain period of time an Arrancar stays emotionally connected to one person, they have to mate that person or... said Arrancar goes crazy. And I don't mean your normal straight jacket crazy either. They have two options: Mate or Kill. Now Ichigo.... I guess you can kind of guess where this is going right..?" Ichigo stared at the teal haired man and pondered such a thing. Could Grimmjow really mean what he was saying? Was he really that attatched to him?

Meanwhile Ichigo was pondering this, Grimmjow was fervently hoping that Ichigo never met another renegade Arrancar, or he'd be in a helluva lot of trouble. That last part wasn't exactly true... The part about going crazy anyways. If he didn't mate Ichigo soon, then he would go blind with lust and kill him, but that sort of thing happened with many of the masochists and sadists in the world, so it wasn't specifically something having to do with Arrancars. Ichigo smiled and said,"Grimm... I-I... Hnn." He nodded his head and then asked how exactly this worked. Grimmjow's face turned into something resembling a smile (just ten times bigger) as he explained it to Ichigo. "You don't have to do a thing all I have to do is bite down on your neck ,draw blood and then mix it with mine. That's it." Grimmjow was kind of sad though. Usually mating was part of a sexually pleasurable experience, but that stupid captain with the big braids told him he was not to physically strain Ichigo, no matter what. Stupid captain. Ichigo nodded and then allowed him access to that stretch of tan throat. Grimmjow leaned in and sucked on it, drawing pleasurable moans from the young boy. Which made lil Grimm very happy. He bit his tongue letting the blood intermingle and felt a surge of pure lust go over him. Add that to a load moan from his strawberry and Grimmjow snapped. "To hell with Unohana. Your ass is mine Ichigo," And with that the events of a what was sure to be a very long night, began.

Whoooa... Grimmy just gave a whole new meaning to the word hard *nudgenudge hinthint* lol well anyways... I hope you enjoyed my meager offerings and I will be writing the next companion to the story right now... . *quivers in fear of evil writing rabbit* So review por favor and read the next companion :D ~