Ichigo stood before Head Captain Yamamoto and all the court guard Captains' with former enemy Grimmjow feeling rather small. "Please listen to me."
Yamamoto's expression didn't change, "Speak, Kurosaki."
The captains looked at the two people in front of them; an interesting twist to the usual dull meeting. Their thoughts went something like this:
Yamamoto: This is unacceptable…
Soi Fon: Rubbish! This trash needs to be killed! NOW!
Retsu: Hmm…
Byakuya: I have an appointment with the hair stylist at four, and then I need to make Renji finish his paperwork…worthless dog…
Sajin: I hope this boy knows what he's doing…
Shunsui: Sake…woman…sake…woman…sake…I hope Ichigo knows that he sounds rather foolish…woman
Torshiro: Idiotic boy! Jaggerjacks cannot be trusted!
Kenpachi: This better end in a fight; that blue haired dude looks powerful…heheheheh…
Mayuri: Such an interesting blue haired specimen!
Ukitake: Sounds reasonable… I do trust Ichigo…
Ichigo finished explaining and looked at Yamamoto sternly, "You have no reason to distrust me after all I did for you."
Yamamoto shook his head, "It is not you whom we do not trust, young boy, it is the blue haired enemy."
Grimmjow snorted quietly, "Look, Ichigo already told ya; I'm on yer side now."
"Why?" Ukitake asked lightly.
"Because, Aizen needs to die…slowly." Grimmjow sneered, his hands curling into fists, "And if I can ensure that by switching sides then so be it."
Ukitake nodded slowly as if it made sense.
Soi Fon sneered at them, "How do we know this isn't a trap?"
"For that you're going to have to trust me." Ichigo interrupted. "You owe me that much."
Yamamoto frowned, "What is it you ask from us, Kurosaki?"
Ichigo sighed and ruffled his hair, "Grimmjow says he has information, I want you to listen to it and believe it."
The captains muttered among themselves.
Sajin interrupted, "I see no harm in listening."
"Nor I." Said Shunsui lazily.
Yamamoto glanced around but none of the other captains had any more to say, "Very well, sixth Espada, Grimmjow Jaggerjacks, tell us what you know."
The next three and a half hours was spent talking, arguing, writing, and recording. Messengers and spies were sent out every twenty minutes, and Ichigo had a huge head ache.
However, Grimmjow's information was more that useful, it opened the eyes of everyone.
"Of course he is after the King Key! It all clicks!" Ukitake said excitedly, pacing back and forth.
Yamamoto nodded hurriedly, "Jaggerjacks-san, what does Aizen intend to do with it?"
And so another hour flew by.
By the time they were finished Grimmjow's voice was scratchy and Ichigo's head ache and upgraded to migraine. The sun had long sense set and they both were exhausted.
Retsu calmed both their aches with a small purple pill.
Yamamoto nodded respectfully at Grimmjow, "Thank you. You did indeed help us very much."
Grimmjow nodded, "Yea, no problem."
Ichigo smiled wearily at everyone, "We'd best be going…"
"Of course!" Ukitake nodded, smiling at the moon, "Hurry home! Oh, Grimmjow, do you have a place to stay?"
"Yeah, I'm good." Grimmjow said quickly.
Ichigo and Grimmjow left soon after.
When they were back at the human world Grimmjow relaxed visibly and his usual smile spread back into place. "Glad to be out of there."
Ichigo nodded, "So where are you staying?"
Grimmjow glanced around and pointed to a tall tree, "There."
Ichigo's scowl made a comeback as he looked where Grimmjow was pointing, "Oh no, you are NOT sleeping in a TREE!" The annoyed teen grabbed the ex Espada's arm and dragged him to his house, "You can sleep in my room and I'll use a futon."
"I can't kick ya out of yer room…" Grimmjow protested, tripping slightly as Ichigo pulled on him. "Let go."
Ichigo snorted and shoved the ex Espada inside the house and sighed, "Well I can't let you sleep in a tree."
Grimmjow crossed his arms a small sneer on his face, "Why, Shinigami? Think I'll hurt myself?"
Ichigo growled, "No, I think you're being ridiculous!"
Grimmjow leered over the smaller teen, "Oh really?"
"Really." Ichigo nodded, his scowl intensifying. Turning around he stomped into the living room, trying to calm his pounding heart. Grimmjow had been so close…Ichigo shook his head and bared his teeth, what the fuck is the matter with me?
Grimmjow sighed and glared at nothing in particular. He didn't want to stay in the teen's house because he knew Aizen would come back for him. He would come and kill him…and then kill Ichigo…and then Ichigo's family just because he felt like it. Grimmjow's mouth curled in disgust, he hated seeing defenseless people killed because somebody felt like it. It was so pointless. Ichigo didn't need to die…I don't want him to die…Grimmjow shook his head, why should I care? Just because where on the same side doesn't mean were best buds or whatever. Grimmjow twitched uncomfortably; even if they were he wouldn't know how to act…he'd never had a friend before…
Ichigo popped his head back into the main entrance, "Yo, you going upstairs to sleep or what?"
Grimmjow rolled his eyes and grabbed the teen's upper arm. Swinging a bemused Ichigo around, he placed his other arm on the tan teen's waist and lifted.
Ichigo found himself slung over Grimmjow's muscular shoulder and being carried up the stairs, "HEY! Let me go! Now!"
"Quit sounding like a bitch." Grimmjow snickered and walked into Ichigo's room. He dumped the persistent teen on the bed and huffed, "You're sleeping on the bed. I'll sleep on the floor."
Ichigo opened his mouth to argue when suddenly he was lying flat on his back and the blue haired man straddling his waist, "Wha—!"
Grimmjow leaned in close to Ichigo, his breath tickling his face, "I'm on the floor."
Ichigo nodded dumbly, his heart slamming against his chest, beating a tattoo.
Grimmjow smirked and got off, and then flopped on the ground.
Ichigo's face seemed to be on fire as he tossed his guest a blanket and a pillow. Climbing into bed he watched Grimmjow curl up and pass out in a matter of seconds. "Jeez he must be tired…" Ichigo murmured. Ichigo wiggled to the side of his bed and peeped over the edge, watching Grimmjow breath below him.
The man's chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm and all the stress seemed to melt away into an innocent looking face. The blue hair tickled the man's pale nose every time he inhaled, and his body held no anger or irritation as it usually did.
Ichigo stretched his hand out slowly, in case Grimmjow woke, and gently brushed a strand of hair away from the peaceful face. His hand tucked the lock of blue behind his guest's ear and soon found himself playing absentmindedly with Grimmjow's hair.
The ex Espada lay as still as possible as fingers combed through his hair. His body felt bolts of calmness run through him from the hand and he sighed softly.
Ichigo froze and yanked his hand back, his entire body becoming ridged.
Grimmjow smirked to himself, shifted positions, and continued to feign sleep.
Ichigo slowly scooted closer to the edge of his bed and reached down. He trailed his fingers lightly down Grimmjow's jaw and into the hollow of his neck. He skimmed down the well toned chest and cautiously traced the hollow hole. His fingers began their journey back upwards and slid down the ex Espada's left arm.
Grimmjow waited until the finger reached his wrist before snapping into action. His left hand closed over Ichigo's wrist and yanked the petrified teen on top of him.
Ichigo yelped and crashed into the blue haired man on the floor, "G-Grimmjow!" he sputtered in shock.
The blue haired man grinned and jerked Ichigo's head down, clashing his lips into Ichigo's soft surprised ones. The ex Espada fisted the back of Ichigo's hair, trapping him into the kiss.
Ichigo struggled against the waves of heat flooding his body and Grimmjow's embrace, "mph!" He placed his hands on both of Grimmjow's shoulders and tried to shove him away, his heart racing.
Grimmjow deepened the kiss, licking lightly along the orange-haired victim's bottom lip.
Ichigo's fruitless attempts of escaping where halted when Grimmjow bucked upward, grinding his hips into Ichigo's partially erect member, "Ngh…!"
Smirking, Grimmjow shoved his tongue into Ichigo's mouth, tasting the Shinigami, and began to loosen his grip on Ichigo's hair.
Ichigo shuddered and kissed back, twining his tongue with Grimmjow's persistent one. He allowed himself to be flipped over so Grimmjow was hovering above him. "G-Grimmjow…"
Grimmjow smirked and kissed him again, pressing down upon the trapped Shinigami.
Moaning, Ichigo kissed back feverishly, pulled the blue haired man into him.
Grimmjow kissed down the teen's neck and nibbled at his collar bone, making him whine quietly. He sat up suddenly and yanked off his shirt, losing no time in helping Ichigo out of his. He leaned down again and sunk his incisors into the orange haired teen's shoulder, lapping at the wound apologetically when the teen yelped.
Ichigo shuddered when he felt Grimmjow's leg brush against his erection, "D-damn…stop teasing."
Smirking, Grimmjow ground harshly into the teen's pelvic area, causing them both to moan at the sudden heat and friction that coursed through their heated bodies.
Ichigo bucked upwards, biting his lower lip to hold back his moan.
Grimmjow's teeth glinted as he grinned and then stripped the teen of the rest of his garments. Rolling his hips as he sat up, the blue haired man shed his pants and boxers.
Sitting up, Ichigo pressed Grimmjow against the side of his bed and ravished his neck, biting the collar bone and licking the mark. He fisted the back of the blue silk in his fingers and kissed him again, melting into the heat.
Grimmjow groaned and kissed back roughly, molding his lips into Ichigo's demanding ones. He shoved the teen down onto the blanket and hovered over him, "I'm gonna fuck you till ya scream."
Ichigo shuddered violently, "Hurry…" A single finger prodded the teen's entrance, making him groan and arch his back, "No…just do it…"
Moaning, Grimmjow positioned himself by the twitching hole and shoved in deep, "Ah—! So fucking tight…" He hissed, spreading the pale legs.
Ichigo cried out softly and lifted his legs, wrapping them around Grimmjow's waist, "Fuck me!"
"Gladly." Grimmjow purred, before slamming into the Shinigami, hitting his prostate dead on.
"FUCK!" Ichigo screamed, convulsing as pleasure shot through his core, "Gah…harder…"
Grimmjow thrust into the warm cavern, matching the orange haired teen's hips exactly. "D-damn…"
"Moorreeee…fuck….Grimm….faster!" Ichigo cried out, arching his back to meet with Grimmjow's timing.
The blue haired man growled and reached down, pumping the teen's dick along with his pace.
"AHHH!" Ichigo howled, as his world exploded into white hot please when he cummed.
"Fucking—!" Grimmjow gasped, as the entrance sealed over him, velvet walls milking the last of his release. Drawing out slowly, the blue haired man slumped to the ground next to the panting teen.
Ichigo groggily reached for Grimmjow, snuggling against the strong chest. His fingers traced down the muscles until they hit a patch of softer scar tissue, "Hm?" He glanced up wearily and saw a long jagged scar tracing from the top of Grimmjow's left shoulder all the way to his right hip, "What's that?" He mumbled.
Grimmjow stiffened as the finger's softly traced the recent wound.
Silence stretched on for a bit until Grimmjow answered.
"Everything comes with a price."