Grimmjow figured he had about three minutes to explain everything to Ichigo before the teen blew a gasket.

"Tell me!" Ichigo demanded, "Does this have to do with your scar? I thought Aizen let you go!"

Grimmjow huffed and plopped down on the seat, "It's complicated."

Ichigo tapped his foot, "Explain."

"Well I did leave Aizen." Grimmjow began, "But that's not just something you can pick up and leave." He absentmindedly fingered the scar. "Aizen didn't believe me when I told him I'd had enough. So it came as a shock when I left. I had to fight my way out." He sneered slightly, "And now I guess he wants me back."

Ichigo's eyes hardened, "Well he can't have you."

"Try telling him that." Grimmjow snorted.

"I'll kill him if he dares to even try." Ichigo growled with such venom that the blue haired man looked surprised.

Grimmjow studied the angry set in the teen shoulder's "Why? It's not your fight." He stood and stretched, yawning as his muscles flexed.

Ichigo shoved Grimmjow down on the bench, straddling his waist, "Oh yes it is my fight!" he snarled, pressing his face close to Grimmjow's "And nothing you say is going to change that!"

Grimmjow raised an eyebrow at the ferocity, "Whatever."

Ichigo blinked, "Oh…okay good!"

"Bu while were like this…" Grimmjow purred, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, "we might as well continue from where we left off."

Ichigo frowned, "What do you mean?"

Strong hands wrapped around the teen, trapping him as soft yet demanding lips sought out his own, stealing away all forms of protest. Ichigo struggled fruitlessly, yelping when firm hands kneaded his ass.

Grimmjow growled hungrily into the kiss, leaning up into Ichigo's resistant body.

The fight drained out of Ichigo's body as the sinful mouth kissed his lips harshly, earning a small whimper of submission.

Smirking, Grimmjow pressed the eager body into his own, running his hands along the sides and back.

Ichigo moaned into the kiss, craving more…so much more…"Grimm…"

Grimmjow growled deeply and shoved Ichigo into the grass before falling on top of him and yanking their clothes off.

"Wait…" Ichigo groaned, arching his back with need, "People…"

"So?" Grimmjow demanded, licking the teen's stomach.

"Gah! I-Interrupted!" Ichigo panted.

Grimmjow paused and sighed, "Fuck." He glanced around hurriedly and spotted a clump of bushes hiding a small clearing big enough for two. Perfect. He scooped Ichigo up and flash steeped into the clearing.

Ichigo wrapped his arms and legs around Grimmjow, groaning as their erections brushed together, "F-fucking hell…"

Grimmjow tossed Ichigo down and slid between his parted legs, slipping a single finger inside.

Ichigo bucked and spread his legs, "No! J-just fuck me…hard."

Shuddering slightly the words went straight to his cock, Grimmjow positioned himself, "Fuck, I didn't bring lube…"

"Forget it!" Ichigo cried, thrusting his hips toward Grimmjow's member, "I need it so bad…"

Grimmjow leaned down and kissed his fiercely, his hands toying with Ichigo's member as he penetrated deep within the teen.

"AH! FUCK!" Ichigo howled, as pain and pleasure ripped through his body, "Move, oh god move!"

"So tight…" Grimmjow moaned and then slammed back inside the begging teen, bolts of pleasure rocked through him.

Ichigo's hands ripped into the ground and dug small trenches with his nails as his mind was struck again and again by lust, "Faster!"

Grimmjow complied; grasping the tilted hips, he plunged in hard and deep, hitting Ichigo's spot repeatedly, "Ngh…"

"Oh god, oh fuck, more more yessssss….!" Ichigo howled, his world exploding in white hot pleasure as he released.

Grimmjow cummed deep inside the teen, shouting as his seed was stroked from him by velvet walls; "Fucking…" he cursed and drew out.

Ichigo let his head fall back limply into the grass and exhaled heavily, "Damn…"

Grimmjow chuckled and tossed a bundle of clothes at the exhausted Shinigami, "Come on, before somebody does catch us."

Ichigo scowled but sluggishly pulled his clothes on and walked slowly after Grimmjow, smiling when the blue eyed man turned around to check on him.

Aizen brushed his hair from his face as he watched his Sexta Espada exit the clearing with the Substitute Shinigami. "Very interesting." A rather loud snort came from behind him, "Is there a problem, Gin?"

"Yer a perv, Aizen-sama." Gin said cheerfully, flouncing up behind his commander. "Ya know tha' right?"

Aizen chuckled and leaned back, "Well, now we know his weakness…"