So I've fixed and updated some parts of chapter two. Hopefully it's a little better than the other one. Thank you Racey again.

Warnings: nothing much

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.

Chapter 02: Brother Dearest

Ichigo was sore all over. When he woke up the next morning, he realized that he was laying in Shiro's enormous king size bed, the red and black silk sheets wrapped around his lithe, naked frame and no big brother in sight. He was glad he didn't have class until later that evening, or he would be having a hard time walking around.

Shiro never knew the meaning of gentle and when he had his way with Ichigo, the younger male always ended up sore. Of course, he would be fully sated for the next couple of days, but it still hurt like a bitch. Since the white haired demon couldn't claim Ichigo himself, he would use toys or anything else to get a release out of Ichigo. And when Ichigo was satisfied, Shiro was satisfied.

Ichigo sighed; he really needed to find some way or someone to be able to take nourishment from. Someone willing to give him blood, so he wouldn't have to succumb to his brother's way of doing things. Shiro refused to give Ichigo anything, unless he was able to do it in his bed and if Ichigo refused his older brother, Shiro would get upset.

The orange haired demon slowly slid out of the bed, whimpering in pain as he tried to make it to the door. He needed to get to his room so he could take a hot shower. He finally made it out and walked down the carpeted hallway to his own. Slipping in quietly, he headed to the bathroom. After showering and letting the hot water run over his aches and pains, he threw on some dark blue cotton shorts and a tight, long-sleeved, white t-shirt.

He decided he would do some sketching and painting before having to go to class later. Making his way down the stairs, he heard some talking coming from Shiro's office. He slowed his steps and slid up next to the door, putting his ear against it. It sounded like Shiro was speaking to someone inside.

"What did you come here for, Shiba?" Shiro grimaced. He wondered what Kaien was doing there. Kaien Shiba was another incubus that Shiro and Ichigo knew for a while. He was powerful and was considered to be the fifth best breeder throughout their species and the third in Shiro and Ichigo's clan. The incubi were divided into small clans. The Seireitei clan was the largest and oldest clan around. They were also considered the most royal and richest and had some of the top breeders throughout their clan. And Shiro was the leader of the Hollow clan, which was the second largest clan around. They were considered the most vicious and flirtatious incubi around.

"You know why I'm here, Shiro," Kaien replied.

"No. You can't have him."

"When are you going to let one of the top breeders claim him? It's been years; it's time for him to become an adult. Unless you are saving him for when Lord Aizen comes around."

"Aizen isn't worthy of Ichigo. No one is."

"No one, but you? You can't claim him, so it's time to give him to someone else." Kaien was getting irritated by how pompous Shiro was behaving. He knew Ichigo was special, but this was going a little overboard.

"I refuse. When I find someone worthy to state their claim to him, I will let them. Now, if that's all, you may leave."

"I'm not finished speaking with you about this, Shirosaki. Do I have to speak to the elders about you not doing what's best for Ichigo?"

"Don't speak to me like I'm some child, Shiba. I run the Hollow clan and I know what's best for Ichigo, which you certainly aren't. If anyone is worthwhile other than me, it would be a top-rank Espada.

The dark haired incubus laughed dryly. He couldn't believe the higher rank demon just said that. Every incubus knew there were only a handful of Espada around and most of them were old men and in other countries.

"You can't be serious. Look, Ichigo is already nineteen human years. He only has a few more years before the elders interfere and get someone to claim Ichigo against his will. Do you want that? Whoever they find won't be gentle on Ichigo. I mean he's no pushover, but Ichigo is still considered a baby throughout the race and he's not as strong as most of the adult incubi out there."

Shiro sighed. He knew Kaien was telling the truth, but he couldn't just give his baby brother away to a bunch of top breeders and Kaien was like a second brother to Ichigo and himself. It would be way too awkward.

"I still say you can't have him, Kaien. He cares about you like any little brother would. The rest of the top breeders are brutes, aside from Byakuya, who has a stick up his ass and Aizen, who creeps me the hell out. Even if I find him someone, Ichigo has the last say and you know how stubborn he is."

Ichigo frowned as he pulled his ear from the door. He couldn't believe other people were trying to plan who he was going to be with. He was his own person; he wasn't a baby like everyone said. Growling, he made his way to his studio, slamming the double doors behind him. He marched over to the steel top table and pulled his sketch pad over. He searched through the multiple drawings before stopping on one.

It was a sketch he did the day before during his time in between classes. Sitting outside, he had been watching students, rushing around or dawdling with friends. Ichigo had caught sight of Grimmjow with two other males. He followed him with his eyes, until the three of them came to a small grassed area with a wood bench.

The brown haired one had plopped down on the green grass below and quickly fell asleep, which Ichigo chuckled at. The much taller, scarier looking one sat on the bench with his legs stretched out, texting on his cell phone. Ichigo watched him for a minute. Even though he was scary, there was something interesting about him. Ichigo thought he was the type Shiro would like if he wasn't human. His older brother had a thing for tall men with long hair. He reminded Ichigo of a man named Kenpachi, who was part of the Shinigami clan.

That man had his heart set on fighting the boy when he was much older and stronger and to get him older, he was willing to claim him. The orange head thought that was just an excuse to claim him, but he did want to learn how to fight from Kenpachi. He was a strong incubus and the biggest he knew.

Grimmjow had been sitting back against a big tree next to the brown haired man and looking through a leather-bound textbook. He noticed Grimmjow had a pair of red, square framed glasses, showcasing his brilliant blue eyes. The man's face was serious and his eyes were hard and determined.

Before Ichigo knew it, he was sketching, outlining every hard line and curve of Grimmjow's embodiment. Everything around Ichigo was gone, including the warm wind that blew through his long orange hair, and the loud and boisterous laughter of the students around him.

He went into something Shiro had called "Bankai". He would be completely concentrated at the task at hand and nothing else mattered. After sketching for what felt like an hour, Ichigo just sat and watched the blue haired student. He felt like a stalker, but he couldn't take his eyes off of him. It was clear that he wanted Grimmjow, but if he wanted to keep the bigger man safe, then he was going to have to stay away from him. He just thought he wouldn't be able to really stay away.

Ichigo sat in his studio staring at that sketch. He wanted to paint it, but he didn't know if that was such a good idea. What if Shiro saw it? Would he start asking questions? Would he destroy the painting, just because of what the subject was? He loved his brother, but he was far more over protective than he should be. Or maybe he had a small brother complex? Ichigo wasn't really sure. He just knew if he wanted to try and pursue Grimmjow, he would have to keep it a secret from big brother dearest.

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Over the next few weeks, Ichigo tried to get to know Grimmjow a little bit more. The blue haired man was just someone Ichigo couldn't get out of his mind and it was driving him crazy. He knew he had a crush on him, but the way he began to act was a little bit scarier.

Whenever he found the time he would try to sense Grimmjow wherever he was on the school grounds. He would find the blue haired man at the gym or the library and he would sit there watching him for long periods of time. He eventually started sketching him, so that he could keep something other than a memory of the way Grimmjow looked on those days.

He captured so many poses of the bigger man that it seemed like he was running out of room to sketch and had to purchase more materials to keep his hobby going. Just watching Grimmjow had become like some addiction for the orange haired man and Shiro seemed to start catching on to it.

One day while going into Ichigo's studio he stumbled across a stack of sketch books sitting under Ichigo's drawing table. Shiro grabbed a couple, wanting to see what his brother had been drawing throughout his time he'd been going to college.

Flipping through the pages of the first sketch book, he gazed at normal sketches Ichigo was familiar for doing with a smile. Scenery, animals, quick anatomy sketches. Coming to the very end of the sketchbook, Shiro's smile started to turn into a frown. Each page he flipped was centered on one certain person, a man to be exact.

Sketches of the same spiky, bed head style. The same, piercing, sharp eyes and the same strong jaw, feline attributes and wildly attractive, gorgeous grin. The facial sketches started to progress into full body sketches as he constantly looked through sketchbook after sketchbook. He finally got to the last sketchbook at the bottom of the pile.

He sat there staring at the bluish cover of the sketchbook with disgust. He wasn't really sure he wanted to actually flip it over and see what was inside. Whoever this person was, his younger brother was very obsessed with him.

The white haired demon slowly flipped the cover over and growled at the colored sketch staring straight back at him. He finally could put color to Ichigo's mystery man. Bright blue hair, intense cerulean narrowed eyes, tanned skin with a well defined muscular structure. Shiro realized that the man was gorgeous, someone who women could only dream of and that begun to worry Shiro.

Shiro guessed the man was human because if he wasn't, Ichigo would have talked about him nonstop. His younger brother was obviously trying to keep him from knowing who this man was. Shiro pushed the sketchbook away and looked over to the side, frowning. He refused to give his brother to some mere human, no matter how attractive he was.

If he was anything like Renji, he would have to dispose of him. He hated seeing his brother upset, but he couldn't risk Ichigo falling for some human and getting hurt like he and their mother did. Shiro closed his eyes, shuddering at the memory from so long ago.

He wouldn't let them take away the only family he had left.

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Making his way up to large University, Shiro took in how the place looked. Women couldn't take their eyes off of him and he felt like everyone was watching him. It was something he was used to, so he just smirked at every woman that passed by him, making them blush and giggle.

He had come to pick up his brother, which wasn't a usual thing, but if he wanted to see this blue haired man that captured his brother's eye then this was probably the best place to start. He tried to sense out where his brother could be and found him in an instant. He really needed to teach Ichigo how to control his spiritual energy, because that boy's reiastu was like a beacon.

He walked down a long flight of concrete stairs and made his way over to a large building that was the farthest in the back of the University. Slipping past the door, he stood in a short hallway, filled with three, windowed doors on opposite sides. He sensed his brother in the middle room on his right and made his way over to it.

Peeking through the window, he saw Ichigo sitting in the room in front of an easel. He looked around and saw a few other guys sitting around and then his eyes narrowed on the one he had been looking for. The blue hair was very hard to not see. He noticed there wasn't a teacher in the room, so he decided to walk in and collect his brother.

He made his way inside, closing the door behind him, which made everyone turn his way.

"Shiro?" Ichigo was staring at him with wide eyes. He had never thought his brother would come to his school. "Wh-what are you doing here?"

"I came to pick ya' up, King." Shiro made his way over, ignoring the three sets of eyes following him. When he got close enough to Ichigo, he leaned over and placed a kiss on his forehead, making the orange haired boy blush. "What are you doing anyway?" He could see the blue haired man glaring at him with disdain. He smirked inwardly.

"I was just sketching and hanging out with my friends."

"Friends?" Shiro finally turned to see the three men that he guessed Ichigo was talking about. "I never knew you made any friends." He made his way over to them and outstretched his hand to the blue haired one. "I'm Shirosaki, Ichigo's older brother."

Grimmjow gazed at him, trying to remember where he recognized his face, when it clicked. The sketch Ichigo made on the first day. "I'm Grimmjow. That's Starrk and that's Nnoitra," he replied while taking his hand and shaking it. Nnoitra couldn't take his eyes off of the white haired man in front of him. He was unusual but there was something about him that turned him on.

"Heya, Snowflake." Shiro glared down at the smirking dark haired man. He eyed him for a bit, taking in the way he looked. Nnoitra had his long hair hanging over his shoulders, one side hiding a black eye patch covering his eye. The man was pale, but not ghostly looking; his face long and his mouth wide, showcasing an amazing amount of pearly white teeth.

Shiro noticed how he was sitting in the chair, his long legs stretched out towards him. It made him shiver. He had always had a thing for very tall men and the man in front of him seemed very, very tall.

"Nnoitra, right?" Shiro questioned, getting a nod from the dark haired man. "It was nice meeting you, but my brother and I have to get going. Hopefully, I'll be able to meet you again on a more personal level." Nnoitra's smirk grew wider and ran his tongue over his teeth, showing off just how long it was.

Shiro's eyes went wide and he cleared his throat, trying to get rid of the scratchy feel. He turned on his heel and made his way over to his brother. "It's time to go, King."

"But I was spending time with Grimmjow." The white haired demon frowned at the mention of the blue haired human. He was very sure now that Ichigo had a thing for that human and it was time to nip it in the bud.

"No, I don't want you hanging out with him anymore. He'll rot your mind and ruin your innocence," he whispered. Ichigo looked up at him with big chocolate brown eyes filled with sadness. Shiro frowned even more and his eyes softened. "Why must you always look at me like that? I'm doing this for your benefit."

"If it's for my benefit, then let me stay." Ichigo watched for any sign of change in his brother's golden eyes. "You obviously can tell that I really like him. Just this once, please Shiro." The white haired demon looked away and saw that Grimmjow was watching them from across the room.

He looked back over to Ichigo and replied, "Fine just be careful, okay?" Ichigo's eyes lit up making Shiro want to smile, but he ignored that feeling to scowl down at his little brother. He was such a manipulator. He turned and made his way back towards the door. "I guess he can stay for a little longer. Nnoitra." Said man had yet to remove his eyes from him. "Why don't you come with me? We can get to know each other, sound good?"

Nnoitra swiftly rose from his chair, grabbing his things. "Hell yeah." He made his way over to the door, towering over Shiro with his 7'1 stature. The white haired man tried to suppress the shiver that wanted to run up and down his spine at how tall the man in front of him was.

"Ichi, I'm going now. I'll see you when you get home." Ichigo smiled and waved after his brother, watching as he left.

"It's time for me to get going too. Ya'll don't do anything I wouldn't do." Ichigo had forgotten all about Starrk who was sleeping at one of the desks in the corner of the room. He was always so quiet.

After Starrk was gone, Ichigo was left alone with Grimmjow. He started to get nervous and didn't really know what to talk about.

"So, your brother seems interesting." Ichigo snorted at the comment. Shiro was more than interesting, he was a philanderer. He could seduce just about anyone. He also didn't have a problem with flaunting himself.

"You can say that," Ichigo said as he tried to fix his sketch that he had been working on while in the room.

"What have you been doing over there anyway?" Grimmjow rose from his seat on the opposite side and made his way over to where Ichigo was.

"Wha?" Before Ichigo could say another word, Grimmjow was standing next to him looking down at the easel. It was a sketch of him sitting laughing at something Nnoitra had said. He could plainly see the big smile on his face. Ichigo frowned. "You weren't supposed to look."

"Why not?"

"Be-because, you just weren't."

"Do you make sketches of me often?" Ichigo blushed. He couldn't just tell Grimmjow that he was the main thing he drew. That would be embarrassing. "I'm guessing that's a yes."

"Sorry, I just wanted to sketch you because..." Ichigo swallowed the lump in his throat and lowered his eyes to his hands. He really wanted Grimmjow, more than he wanted anything ever, but Shiro wouldn't advise it. He wouldn't let such a human invade and claim Ichigo.

"Because?" Grimmjow leaned closer to Ichigo and the younger male wanted to groan at that heavenly smell wafting from Grimmjow.

"B-because I wanted to always be able to see you," Ichigo whispered. He bit his lip to keep it from trembling. He heard the stool Grimmjow was sitting in scrape against the floor and looked up. Grimmjow's fingers were lightly touching his neck before they made their way to the back of it. He felt Grimmjow pull him up and then he felt soft lips against his. Grimmjow ran his tongue along Ichigo's bottom lip before he softly bit it. Ichigo moaned and opened his mouth, letting the bigger man's tongue invade him.

Grimmjow tasted far better than he smelled and Ichigo could feel himself start to lose control. He never had a very good handle on his restraint anyway, but Grimmjow was like some kind of drug. He moaned into Grimmjow's mouth as that tongue explored every part of his mouth.

He felt Grimmjow's hands on his thighs, massaging them before moving up and palming his already half hardness, which made Ichigo turn his head, releasing their lips from each other's. He whined at the feel of Grimmjow's hands touching him. He felt the button on his pants being undone and the zipper pulled down.

"Gri-Grimmjow, we-we should sto-ahh-op. This isn't such a-a good idea." Grimmjow stopped his hand from going into Ichigo's underwear and looked at him.

"What's the problem? You got a disease or something?" Ichigo tried his best to scowl up at the blue haired man.

"No, there are things that you don't know about me. We can't do this or be together, no matter how much I want to."

"What kind of things? I'm sure whatever it is, we can work through it." Grimmjow descended on Ichigo's neck, sucking and biting his way to creating a love bite. Ichigo was panting and he could feel his change coming on.

Swirls of black began to take over the whites of his eyes and his pupils started to brighten and flash gold. "Grimmjowww, please stopp," Ichigo hissed. Ichigo could feel his fangs start to grow and elongate. He just hoped his tiny horns wouldn't form.

Grimmjow looked up from the patch of skin and caught a glimpse of Ichigo's eyes and quickly receded from him, swiftly standing up from the stool, making it scrape back and fall over onto its side. The room was silent, only the sound of Ichigo's panting was heard. He watched as Ichigo sat there, his hair falling into his face. Grimmjow's eyes widened when he caught sight of the small horns protruding through the long orange hair.

"Wh-what the fuck!" Ichigo's body shook with lust and fear. He didn't want this to happen. He didn't want Grimmjow to see his true form.

"I-I didn't want you to know. I was trying to prevent this." Grimmjow shivered at the two toned voice coming from Ichigo's lips. He was freaking out by what was in front of him. Ichigo looked like some type of monster.

"What the hell are you!" Ichigo shook his head. He was too frightened to say anything else. "Answer me, dammit!"

"I-I'm an incubus." Grimmjow chuckled dryly. He never heard something so crazy in his life.

" An incubus? Like those demons who are only real in movies and books? What a load of bullshit." Grimmjow understood something was going on, but he couldn't believe what Ichigo was saying right now. It was all way too bizarre. He backed up and made his way over to grab his things.

"Grimmjow?" Ichigo watched as Grimmjow made his way to the exit. "Wait!"

Grimmjow stopped at the door and looked over his shoulder, his brows creased in frustration. "Wait and do what, Ichigo? I'll be damned if I stay around. I mean look at you, there's something obviously wrong with you." Ichigo flinched at Grimmjow's words and tone. He could feel the prickling of tears coming forth and tried his best to hold them back. "Don't you dare come near me again." Grimmjow opened the door and walked out, leaving Ichigo sitting in the classroom alone, tears rolling down his face.

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Ichigo stepped through the doorway of his home. After Grimmjow had left, Ichigo had sat on the stool staring at his sketch, tears flowing non-stop down his face. He couldn't believe Grimmjow had said something so hurtful to him. He thought Grimjow would be the one willing to like him no matter what he was, but he guessed wrong.

Grimmjow saying he never wanted Ichigo to come near him again hurt more than anything. He leaned against the front door. The tears that had stopped falling started prickling at the corners of his eyes. Losing Renji hurt, but the pain he was feeling now felt so much different. He realized no matter what, no human would want a demon like him. He was a monster through and through.

He slid down the door, his bottom hitting the floor hard. Pulling his knees up against his chest, he buried his face into his hands and sobbed. His body shook with heartache and pain and he screamed into his palms. Was it not meant for him to be happy? Every time he tried, it just blew up in his face.

"You're so stupid, Ichigo. So. Damn. Stupid," Ichigo mumbled to himself. His head throbbed and his chest felt tight. He just didn't care what happened anymore. If it meant not being heartbroken anymore, he would never try to pursue anyone again.

Ichigo didn't know how long he had been sitting against the door, crying. Shiro had been coming downstairs with Nnoitra. They were making their way towards the living room, when Shiro heard the crying. He swiftly made his way over to the sound and saw his brother slouched over himself.

"Ichi?" He kneeled down in front of his little brother and ran his hand down his back. "What happened?" Ichigo threw himself into Shiro's arms and cried into his shoulder, screaming at the pain he felt. It wasn't just because of Grimmjow; that incident just broke the camel's back.

Years and years of trying to find the one person that was meant for him had finally taken its toll on him. He felt like there was just no one for him and that made him feel worthless. Shiro frowned at how heart wrenching the sobbing was. He never knew Ichigo to cry about anything; except for what happened to their mother.

"What happened, King?" Ichigo tried to say something, but his body just wouldn't let him get a word out. He clutched onto the front of Shiro's shirt, gripping it and wrinkling it. "Shit!" Shiro had to get his little brother to calm down, but that seemed like it would be impossible. He sighed and leaned over to pick Ichigo up. He held him bridal style and made his way over to the couch, seeing Nnoitra out the corned of his eye.

"I bet it was that bastard friend of yours that did this," Shiro hissed, talking to Nnoitra.

"Who? Grimmjow?"

"WHO ELSE!" Shiro was already getting upset and he didn't even know if that was what really happened. He sat down on the couch and let Ichigo cling to him as he continued to cry.

"What could Grimm possibly have done?" Nnoitra asked as he made his way over to the couch, standing on the opposite side. He knew Grimmjow could be an asshole sometimes, but to make the kid cry was something totally different. He frowned as he looked down at Ichigo. He didn't do well with bitchy acts like crying, but he didn't just want to walk out on Shiro.

"Shit, I don't know. Ichigo was happy when we left. The blue haired menace had to do something to make him cry like this. I'm going to tear that asshole apart."

"Look, I'll figure it out. Jus' chill, okay?" Shiro glared up at the taller man. He nodded anyway and looked down at his brother. Ichigo had cried himself to sleep. He could still see the tears rolling down his face and Ichigo had yet to let up on his clothing. He sighed, knowing it was going to be a long night. "I guess I should go then." The white haired demon looked up at the taller man and saw him getting ready to leave.

"Oh, well okay. Just call me when you figure it out." Nnoitra nodded and said his goodbyes, before heading towards the door and leaving. Shiro leaned back onto the couch. He could hear Ichigo mumbling in his sleep, but couldn't make out much of what he was saying. He just hoped nothing serious happened.

Whoa, I totally changed that. Sorry for the guys who liked the small shiro/ichi smut from the first one, I kind of took a totally different direction. BUT never fear shiro/ichi stuff will happen, maybe not in this story though, but who knows. Review and be on the look out for next chapter. :D