"Tell me that again." A chilling voice purred.

A lowly Arrancar trembled and tried to form words, "H-he left, Aizen-sama…"

"Really." The speaker's expression didn't change but the voice sounded like ice, "So he really did leave."

The Arrancar stayed where he was, bent in half in a bow, shaking like a leaf.

"Eh?" A cheery voice laughed, "I told ya so!"

Aizen sighed and brushed his hair back, "Leave."

The Arrancar practically sprinted out of the throne room.

Gin smiled and settled himself on the arm of Aizen's throne, "Soooo wattya gonna do?"

Aizen smiled softly and reached up, playing with the light silver purple hair, "Why do you ask when you already know?"

Grimmjow yawned and rolled over, absentmindedly wrapping his arms against the smaller male. He nuzzled the fluffy orange hair and inhaled the scent, before beginning to drift off to sleep again.

Ichigo wiggled closer to the source of warmth and was about to follow Grimmjow into the land of sleep when—

"IIICHHIIIGOOOO! COME GREET YOUR DARLING DADDY!"

"Fuck."

Grimmjow growled and rolled over; burying his head in the pillows, "Make it go away." He growled.

Ichigo snorted, "Good luck with that." He froze. "Wait…"

"MY DARLING SON!"

"Fuck!" Ichigo swore again, shoving Grimmjow off the blanket.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" Grimmjow started, only to be tackled to the floor with a hand clamped over his mouth.

"Shhh!" Ichigo whispered, "It's my dad!"

Grimmjow mumbled something that sounded rather unkind toward Mr. Kurosaki when they both heard what sounded like an elephant tromping up the stairs.

Ichigo leaped up, seized Grimmjow by his wrist, and all but threw him in the closet. He slammed the door shut, snatched the blanket off the floor, and ninja leaped into bed right as his door was knocked down.

"WAKE UP MY DARLING SON!" Isshin crowed, launching a flying leap at his supposedly unsuspecting son.

Ichigo calmed stuck his fist in the air, catching his father in the face with it, and sending the man flying out the window with a loud scream of "LOOK HOW MY SON'S MATURED!"

Ichigo growled and heard snickering from the closet, "Oh shut up!"

Grimmjow stuffed his fist into his mouth to smother the chuckles.

Ichigo was in the middle of snarled something nasty at his roommate when his younger sister walked in.

"Onii-chan, do you want breakfast?" Yuzu asked, smiling at her flustered big brother.

"I, uh, not right now, Yuzu!" Ichigo stammered, pulling the blanket up to his chest before ushering the little girl from his room, "I'll see all of you downstairs in a minute!"

After Yuzu had left Ichigo slid the closet door open to snarl at Grimmjow but was yanked inside immediately, the door sliding shut behind him, "What—?" His yelp was cut off when a hot mouth pressed against his own, silencing all further protests, "Mph!"

Grimmjow growled deep in his throat, pressing Ichigo against the closet wall and sneaking his hands down to grip the tight ass.

Ichigo became acutely aware of their lack of clothes as Grimmjow's erection bushed against his own, "F-fucking hell…Grimmjow stop…nya!...my families awake!"

Grimmjow snarled in response and kissed the protesting teen roughly, humming in approval when Ichigo's hands wrapped around his neck.

The flustered teen shifted his hips forward, his breath whooshing out in a gust as a spark of pleasure flared in his core. "Ngh…."

Grimmjow abandoned the lush lips and began attacking the protruding collar bone, leaving a rather noticeable hickey.

Ichigo whined quietly and silently begged for more while his mind screamed a warning. "W-wait…"

"No." Grimmjow breathed, kissing the teen again, twining his tongue with his partner's.

Ichigo moaned and broke the kiss, "Please…later…don't want to…get caught…!" he panted, trying to control his demanding body.

Grimmjow growled and kissed his ferociously, "Promise?"

Ichigo nodded hurriedly, brining his head up for another heated kiss, "I swear it."

Growling unhappily, Grimmjow backed off, letting the teen try and collect his mind.

After a couple minutes of silence, Ichigo spoke "Hey, after I eat, do you want to go hang at the park?"

Grimmjow walked out of the closet and ruffled his hair before searching for his clothes, "Oi, where'd ya stuff my clothes?"

Ichigo rolled his eyes and reached under the bed, dragging out Grimmjow's clothes, "Here. I'll meet you at 9:00 at the park."

Grimmjow yanked his jacket on and pulled his pants up to his waist, "Alright. See ya." He exited out the window, taking care not to be seen by Ichigo's wailing father.

Ichigo watched him go and couldn't help the small smile creeping onto his face.

(Later)

Grimmjow stuffed his hands in his pockets and walked the path of the park for the hundredth time, it was 8:59 and it was driving Grimmjow insane. To further infuriate the ex Espada; the wind had picked up, sending a chill racing down the blue haired man's spine. He bared his teeth at the direction of the wind, but it did little to help. He was honestly contemplating burning down the park for some warmth when warm arms encircled his waist.

"Hey." Ichigo murmured, smiling into Grimmjow's shoulder.

"Yo." He turned around, suddenly feeling over heated and the wind was more than welcomed, "Took your time."

Ichigo snorted, "Its exactly 9:00." He grinned at the sneer that had formed on Grimmjow's face.

Grimmjow rolled his eyes and wrapped an arm around the smaller man's shoulders, re-walking the path for the hundred and first time.

Ichigo contently leaned on Grimmjow as they walked, smiling as the leaves fluttered around them and dappled sunlight streamed through the canopy, "I love spring."

"Really?"

"Yeah." Ichigo nodded, "Everything's alive and green and beautiful."

Grimmjow privately thought that nothing could be called beautiful while Ichigo was around, but kept that opinion to himself.

"What's your favorite season?"

"Hm?" Grimmjow thought, "Well…I guess summer."

"Why?"

Grimmjow grinned, "I like the sun, it's warm and seeps all the way to your bones making you feel relaxed. And it's nice to sleep in."

Ichigo laughed, "Never thought of it like that."

Grimmjow shrugged, watching the sun highlight the orange hair, creating a fire pattern.

Ichigo slipped his hand into Grimmjow's and felt a warm tingle spread through his body, he walked toward a bench and sat down, scooting closer to Grimmjow.

Smiling to himself, Grimmjow casually placed his arm around the teen's shoulders and inhaled deeply, savoring the smell of water, earth, and Ichigo.

"You look comfortable."

Grimmjow and Ichigo jumped a good three feet in the air and whirled around in unison.

Standing a couple yards away, his hands in his pockets and looking about as emotional as an icicle was Ulquiorra. 4th Espada in Aizen's army.

"Fuck." Grimmjow growled, half stepping in front of Ichigo, "What the hell are you doing here?"

Ulquiorra looked bored, his emerald eyes drifting over to a butterfly, "To retrieve you."

"I fucking told you, I quit." Grimmjow snarled, his right hand twitching toward his Zampacto.

Still addressing the butterfly, Ulquiorra continued, "Aizen-sama has sent me to…ask you to come back. If you refuse to comply, measures will be taken."

Ichigo frowned, "What do you mean?"

Ulquiorra's eyes shifted toward the teen, but he didn't respond.

"You can tell Aizen to stick that offer up his ass!" Grimmjow spat, his blue eyes livid.

The butterfly breezed off toward the inner tree lined road of the park; Ulquiorra's undivided attention still on it, "I shall pass along the message. I hope you won't be upset if I alter it to sound more…mature."

Grimmjow flipped him the bird.

Ulquiorra dragged his gaze from the butterfly to walk calmly back to the gate that had opened silently behind him. He stepped through and disappeared in the darkness before the mouth of the opening closed tightly, blocking off the Espada.

Ulquiorra walked leisurely to the opening, stepping out into the brightly lit throne room.

"Well?" Aizen purred.

"Grimmjow said…" Ulquiorra paused, "that he must decline from your request."

Gin chuckled, "Ah well, diplomacy failed." He grinned like that idea didn't bother him at all, "Can we go get 'em?"

"Later." Aizen mused, dismissing Ulquiorra with a wave of his hand, "I have more pressing matters to attend to."

"Really?" Gin questioned.

"Yes." Aizen said forlornly, "I am out of Earl Gray tea."