New chapter. It's unbeta-ed, but I think I got most of the kinks out.

Warnings: None, maybe language

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.

Chapter 04: All I Want

"ICHIGO! WHERE ARE YOU!" The orange haired man giggled as he tried to hide in the safety of his studio. "WHEN I FIND YOU, YOU ARE GOING TO PAY, LIL' DEMON!" Ichigo couldn't stop his giggling and it turned into full blown boisterous laughing. Tears forming in his eyes as he sat in plain sight. "There you are." He looked up to see Grimmjow stalking straight towards him.

"S-sorry, Grimm." Ichigo was scooting back farther into the couch situated in the corner of the room. "I'm so-" Ichigo went into a fit of laughing and couldn't get anymore words out.

"What the hell possessed you to even do this?" Ichigo stared at his face, giggling, tears rolling down his face. He knew Grimmjow would look exotic with it, but he never thought he would look so handsome. Ichigo didn't think he would get so angry, but he couldn't resist laughing.

Ichigo took a deep breath, but the smile on his face seemed like it was temporarily permanent. "I'm…sorry, bu-but you can't deny that you actually look good with them." Grimmjow sat down on the couch next to Ichigo, a sneer prominent on his face.

"Can you please remove them?" He couldn't believe the smaller man had actually painted on his face while he was asleep. When he woke up to take a piss, he had caught sight of bluish-green marks under his eyes in the mirror.

"But why?" Ichigo whined. He really did enjoy looking at the marks under Grimmjow's eyes. They defined the blunette's orbs and Ichigo couldn't help but stare into them. He reached his hand out and ran his fingers across Grimmjow's face, blushing at how Grimmjow was looking at him.

"Just do it." Ichigo looked away, pouting, but rose from the couch and headed over to the sink. He grabbed a wash clothe from the cabinet next to it and lathered it up with soap and water. He made his way back over and was about to see next to Grimmjow, when he was pulled into the bigger mans lap. "You can do it from here, can't you?"

Ichigo felt his face heat up, but nodded anyway. He began to remove the face paint from under the man's closed eyes, softly rubbing against the smooth tanned skin. He could feel Grimmjow's fingers making circles against his hips and sighed at the feel of those calloused fingers. It had been a few weeks since the incident in the library and they had talked a little more about his species' culture.

He had explained how dangerous it was for humans to mate with incubi. Since they feed off of lust, they drain their partner during sexual intercourse. It was always fearful if an incubi fell in love with the human they became intimate with. There were some ways to prevent killing their partner, but it was either life changing, a very expensive process or completely impossible now. The species that were immune to the incubi's sexual stamina were said to be extinct. When Grimmjow had asked if Ichigo had been with anyone, Ichigo blushed but said he had not.

He had always wanted to be with the person he fell in love with and create a special bond with them. The special bond would be with both parties for life and it would intensify feelings and emotions. They would be able to read each other's thoughts in times of need and feel each other's emotions.

Incubi would also be able to project themselves into their partner's dreams if they were bonded, with their partners consent of course. That made Grimmjow feel a little bit more relieved. He wouldn't feel comfortable having someone just waltz into his dream like they owned it.

When Grimmjow asked more about his appearance, Ichigo explained that he was still in the infant stages when it came to his species. He told him that all incubi started off like him. Their horns were small and tails not as long. After having sex for the first time, their horns grow to normal size and curl around themselves once, their tails lengthen and the small heart shape at the very end grows more defined.

Ichigo also explained after the first time, intercourse becomes more sensitive to his species. When a human feels lust, an incubus could feel it three times as hard. Their bodies become deeply perceptive and intimate touches bring them to climax faster. Ichigo was always sensitive so it was even stronger with him.

It was a lot to take in for Grimmjow and he wasn't sure if he really wanted to take the next step with Ichigo. He figured they could still do the normal acts they had been doing until both of them were really ready to move forward.

"Ichi. When you talked about the species immune to incubi, what did you mean? Like what kind of species? " Grimmjow asked after a while. It had been on his mind since the discussion, but he had yet got a chance to ask the little orange haired man.

"Well, they are human actually. Very special humans called Espada. They were able to withstand having sex with incubi for long periods of times because they constantly drew spiritual energy from the surrounding area. I'm not sure if any even exist anymore."

"Why do ya' say that?" Grimmjow slowly opened his eyes and looked up at Ichigo as Ichigo looked down at him. The paint was finally gone and left in its wake was Grimmjow's still handsome face.

"Well…it's kind of hard to find them since they blend in so well with society. It's been told that most of them fled to European countries to stay away from being used by incubi. Only some remained, but those were the ones that mated and fell in love with my species."

"So if I'm one of these Espada, then it would be safe for us to take the next step in this relationship?"

"Re-relationship?" Ichigo's eyes went wide as he stared down at the blue haired man. "What relationship?"

"You know what I mean, berry. We already know you like me and I do have a thing for you, so what's the point in beating around the bush anymore?"

"Be-because, uhm…"

"See, you can't even find a reason to deny it. Look, I don't mean we have to have sex right now, but we can take this thing between us a little further. We already do a lot of other things." Ichigo blushed as he remembered all the things that they had been doing for the last three weeks. He had also been feeding off of Grimmjow, which had given the blunette a visible set of constant healing teeth marks in his neck.

"A little farther, like what?"

"Going on dates, like normal couples do…unless you don't want to." Ichigo looked down and away from Grimmjow's eyes. He had never been a real date before, because well, he never been in a real relationship. He had always went places with Renji, but it was in a way that you would with friends. He could never hold his hand or kiss him or anything. Renji…I still haven't told Grimmjow about Renji.

"Be-before you decide that, there's something else I should tell you."

"What?" Ichigo frowned at the thought of his best friend and how he killed him. He lowered his head into the crook of Grimmjow's neck and sighed. He didn't want to do this, but if they were going to start dating, Grimmjow needed to know what happened.

He felt Grimmjow rub his back and it relaxed him enough to start speaking. "Do you know who Renji is? He went to the university." He heard Grimmjow say yeah and he continued. "I, uhm, well, Renji and I were friends and some things happened and-"

"You killed him." Ichigo lifted his head up to stare down at Grimmjow.

"Y-you…you knew?"

"It was kind of obvious after what you told me about your species."

"I-I didn't mean to, but I had no other option. He was going to find out about me and I didn't know if I could deal with having him hate me…" Ichigo looked back down away from Grimmjow, "…like you did," he whispered.

Grimmjow frowned. "That doesn't really justify killing him, but I guess I could understand what you're feeling." He looked at Ichigo and could see his teary eyes and deep frown. "You really liked him, huh?" Ichigo nodded. "Well, just…don't do it again, ok?" Grimmjow wasn't really sure what to say. He had never been around a person who killed someone, but he could see the hurt in Ichigo's eyes and knew it wasn't something that he had been happy to do.

Grimmjow sighed to himself. He needed to cheer the mood up. "How about we go get something to eat?" Ichigo nodded again and slid off of Grimmjow. "No frowning, time to smile." Ichigo looked up at Grimmjow, when the bigger man stood up. His frown slowly turned into a smile, but his face turned beet red when Grimmjow smirked back down at him. "Good, let's get going."

Somewhere Far Away, 1 week later

Thunder boomed and lighting clapped through the starless sky. The moon was full and bright and it illuminated the infinite dunes of sand. An ominous castle sat in the middle, made of stone and was white as marble. Rock set into rock to create a seamless flow throughout the palace. Curved glassless windows wrapped around the place, creating a sense of freedom for the prison like abode. Halls that seemed endless and wide filled the kingdom, with confusing pathways and dead-ends that tricked trespassers.

It was the perfect kingdom for the out-casted and feared. The incubi that felt no mercy and had no compassion. Las Noches, kingdom of the night. Through the halls of this great palace, doors flanked each side, some occupied and some deserted. At the very end, sat a door of great proportion, doubled in size and stained in a deep violet. Sound was enveloped behind those doors, enclosing whatever secrets hide inside.

A dark haired male made his way down the long and curvy hallway. His pale, bare feet silent as he walked. The only sound was the jingling from dangling green jewels across his golden anklet. He despised wearing it, but his master said it was a must for all of his consorts. His hips swayed in white harem trousers that fell low beneath his belly button with a black sash around it. His pale almost white upper body showing. His face expressionless, showcasing large, crystal green cat-like eyes, with teal streaks descending from them. His chalky white horns curved, wrapping around themselves from under his dark locks.

He made his way to the large, violet door and rose his black nailed hand to it. Knocking, he waited for the doors to creak open enough for him to slip through. The room was far different than any other part of the castle and was personalized to the master's taste.

Deep rich colors, dark stained woods and fabric that was draped across the ceilings. An enormous rounded platform bed sat in the middle, covered in an array of colored fabrics. Various stains of violets, yellows and reds. The floor was covered in the softest carpet in a dark, blood red color.

Giggles could be heard from the bed. The pale skinned man made his way over and around it to the opposite side and stood at the very edge, where a large amount of pillows were situated. He looked on as he noticed the various bodies embracing his master.

"My Lord Aizen," his deep baritone called out. He fell to one knee, bowing his head, waiting for his master to speak to him. A large hand revealed itself from the shadowed bed and sat upon the dark haired male's head, running his fingers through the silken locks.

"Ulquiorra, you may rise," a smooth voice called out before the hand retreated back in. Ulquiorra rose to a standing position again and waited for the drapes to fall open to reveal his master sitting up against a mountain of pillows. Long, flowing brown hair slicked back, leaving only one curl at the side of his right eye. Dark purple sclera surrounding sliver-white pupils, long defined nose and thin lips on a creamy skinned face. His neck was long and upper body was chiseled and hard, hiding under a white open, up-turned collared coat with three quarter sleeves. The inseam was purple and the lower part of the jacket fell and pool around him and his white harem trousers were kept up with a violet sash.

Incubi covered most of his lower body as they slept or engaged in conversation amongst themselves. "What can I do for you?" his silky voice spoke again.

"The elders have sent a message about your request, my Lord." Aizen hummed in satisfaction, looking down at his children surrounding him.

"And what did they say?"

"They have said that any virgins over the age of one-hundred and eighty must attend the coming of age ceremony. There the top breeders will be able to choose and bid for their newest consort."

"Who in the Hollow clan must attend?"

"Still only one, my Lord." Aizen smiled at that information. He had been keeping tabs on the small tangerine haired incubus. He couldn't wait to sink his teeth into that flawless peachy skin and engulf him with passion. "But…" Aizen wanted to frown at the intrusion of his thoughts. He turned his eyes to Ulquiorra and waited for the dark haired demon to speak. "They spoke of a blue haired interference."

"Human?"

"Yes." The brown hair lord turned his attention forward looking out at the black sky as lighting flashed. He wasn't worried about whoever was spending time with his little virgin. When the time came the tangerine would be his to take a bite out of.

"...Has Shirosaki spoken to the elders about bringing Ichigo?"

"No, sir. Lord Shirosaki has not contacted them in a few months. They said that Shirosaki spoke of letting Kurosaki take over his own life and find his own mate." Aizen let out an amused chuckle to the notion. He guessed it was the whole sibling mentality.

"Is that all, Ulquiorra?"

"Yes, my Lord."

"You may go." Ulquiorra bowed and made his way back to the door. "Oh, Ulquiorra." Said demon stopped, but didn't turn to look at his master. "If you see Gin, please let him know I would like to see him."

"Yes, my Lord." He continued to make his way out the doors and down the hall.

"Master Aizen," one of his consorts cooed, "I'm hungry." Aizen smirked down at her as she began to climb up his body, massaging his limp cock against his inner thigh.

"Come here my child. Let me feed you."

Karakura Town, 6 weeks before Coming of Age Ceremony

Shiro sat in his office looking over the papers the elders had sent him. Frowning, he pushed them aside. Ichigo was at the age that he needed to be claimed or he would not fully gain his magical powers. He hated the fact that the elders were pressuring him into selling Ichigo to one of the top breeders.

He didn't know if he could do it. After seeing his little brother around the blue haired human, Ichigo seemed a lot happier. Even though he still did scowl, he was smiling a lot more as well. He couldn't believe that a mere human had made his brother feel loved enough to consistently smile.

He sighed and looked down at the message again. Three. Three breeders had already let the elders know they would be bidding on Ichigo's virginity and if Shiro didn't deliver, Ichigo might be taken from him by force. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. His little brother was growing up so fast and he didn't know what to do anymore. He wished his mother was here to give him some advice.

He pushed himself up out of the chair and made his way out the door. He rounded the corner and climbed the stairs to the second floor. Making his way to Ichigo's room, he rose his hand to knock when he froze. His lips turned down into a frown and he leaned his head against the door, softly.

He could smell it. The sweet smell of Ichigo and knew if he opened that door he would be viewing something he promised to keep himself out of. He hated the fact that Ichigo was being intimate with Grimmjow, but he rather it be the human, than with someone Ichigo didn't love. Shiro turned his head away from the door, dropping his fisted hand to his side.

He made his way to his room, promising to speak to Ichigo about the situation later.

5 weeks before Coming of Age Ceremony

"Ichigo-san?" The orange haired male looked up from his canvas when he heard his name being called. He noticed the teacher standing at the door with someone he didn't know.

"Yes, sensei?" Grimmjow was sitting next to Ichigo at his own easel, looking at the pale skinned male standing by the door with a sense of familiarity.

"There's a guest that would like to speak to you." Ichigo frowned, but rose from his stool. He set his pencil down and glanced at Grimmjow, noticing the murderous look in the blue eyes. He made his way down the stairs and towards the door. The pale skinned man had yet taken his eyes off of Ichigo and Grimmjow was growling with possession at the way the other male was assessing what was his.

Ichigo stepped out of the classroom with the pale skinned male and began to walk down the hall.

"Uhm, is there something I can do for you?" The man stopped and turned his attention to Ichigo, gazing into his chocolate brown eyes.

"I am Ulquiorra. I have come on behalf of my master, Aizen-sama." Ichigo frowned at the name he knew so well. Aizen was the leader of the Arrancar Clan and was considered a traitor throughout the Seireitei Clan. Rumors said that he let the incubi that worshipped him feed off of and kill other incubi that were part of the Seireitei Clan. There wasn't any proof, but Aizen and his followers were banished from the Seireitei Clan and thus he created his own.

The Arrancar clan was known for the most merciless and cruelest around, but they had a lot of promiscuous incubi. Of course all incubi were sexual, but the incubi in the Arrancar clan didn't care who they feed off of, as long as they could feed. They would take way too much energy from humans, which most of the time killed them and shared it amongst their clan.

"What is this about?"

"As you should know, the Coming of Age Ceremony is soon." Ichigo's frown deepened. He didn't realize it was so close, but he really could care less. His brother always let him get away with not going in fear of being bought off.

"So? What's that got to do with me?"

"Have you not spoken with your brother?" Ichigo's body felt tense. What was this man talking about? What did his brother have to do with the ceremony?

"I have, but not about the ceremony. I usually don't go." Ulquiorra sighed. He figured that was the case.

"You will be attending this year's ceremony. You are of age now and have no more time to waste. You have yet to be claimed and Aizen-sama has a proposition for you." Ichigo just stared at the dark haired man waiting for him to continue. "He requests for you to give yourself to him before the ceremony. He wishes to make you his and for you to take your place as his queen."

"First off I am a man damnit-"

"Incubi are genderless, you are whatever your partner wants to perceive you as." Ichigo kept silent. He knew that was true, but he refused to be seen as a woman. He was a man, damn it.

"There are other virgins out there, why does he want me?"

"You are special Kurosaki Ichigo. Aizen-sama wants the best and he will not take nothing less." Ichigo sighed. He didn't know why everyone thought he was special, he was just like any other incubi, except he was half vampire.

"I'm already with someone and I refuse to be-"

"With someone you don't love? He is a mere human and he will not be able to withstand what you are capable of doing in the fits of passion." Ichigo bit his lip and looked down at his feet. He knew that. That was the only reason Grimmjow and he had yet to have sex. He feared he would kill him. "What would be the point in having relations with someone you love if it's going to kill them?"

He couldn't believe what he had just heard, he looked up and noticed Ulquiorra had yet shown any sign of emotions, but what he spoke was all true. Ichigo didn't want to kill Grimmjow, but he didn't think he could live without staying by the blunette's side. "I-I…" Ichigo wasn't sure what to say.

"Aizen-sama is willing to give you as much love as you desire and whatever else you need as long as you give him what he desires and needs. He is a generous man, Kurosaki. He would not treat you like some toy, like the other breeders would."

"Ca-can I think about it?"

"Time is of the essence. There is only five more weeks until the ceremony."

"Why do I have to decide before? Can't he just find out when the ceremony comes?"

"There are other bidders submitting large amounts of currency, though Aizen-sama is very wealthy and is willing to pay anything for you, he does not want to get into a bidding war with…trash."

"Oh…uhm, well, can I give you my answer next week?" Ulquiorra eyed Ichigo's body language and could tell the orange haired child was nervous. He never understood how incubi could become so pathetic as to use human emotions.

"Very well Kurosaki. You have until the end of next week to let me know your decision. I will be watching you and making sure you don't try anything stupid. Aizen-sama would be very displeased if I came back empty handed and I do not want to disappoint him." Ulquiorra turned on his heel and made his way down the hall, ignoring Ichigo completely and vanishing in thin air.

Ichigo felt like he would collapse. His heart felt like it was beating out of his chest from what Ulquiorra had said. He didn't want to be away from Grimmjow. He didn't want to be mated with someone he didn't love.

"Ichi?" Ichigo turned around to see Grimmjow standing halfway out the door. Grimmjow frowned and slipped his way fully out, closing it behind him. "What happened?"

Ichigo threw himself into Grimmjow's arms and buried his face in the bigger man's chest. He wouldn't cry, but he could feel angry and upset about what was going on. "I don't want to go Grimmjow, I DON'T WANT TO!" Ichigo yelled into the blue haired man's chest.

"Go where?"

"GO AWAY FROM YOU, I DON'T WANT TO BE WITHOUT YOU!" Ichigo gripped at the front of Grimmjow's shirt, repeating the phrase over and over.

"Okay Ichi, okay. Just….relax, you don't have to go anywhere," he said as he tightened his hold on the smaller man and rubbed his lower back. He needed to figure out what the hell was going on and who the hell that person was.

Ichigo sat across from his older brother staring him dead in the eyes. He was so upset at his brother for keeping serious bits of information from him. Because of him, Ichigo was broadsided with something he should have known about weeks ago. Grimmjow was standing by the window trying to ignore the conversation, but he kept his ears open. He had never seen Ichigo so angry and if Ichigo wanted him to stay around, then he would.

"How could you not tell me about what was going on, Shiro? This is about my life and I have a right to know. Byakuya, Kenpachi, and, does that say Shuuhei?" Ichigo asked as he looked down at the letter that was sent from the elders. "Shuuhei? I didn't even know he had enough money to even be accepted to bid. Whatever, I'm getting off topic. How could you not tell me people were bidding on me? I had to find out from one of Aizen's followers."

"Aizen contacted you?"

"Yeah, one of his incubi came up to my school today and talked to me about a proposition." When Grimmjow heard that he turned his full attention to what Ichigo was saying. "He said he wants me to give myself to him."

"What! That sneaky bastard. He can't have you, Ichigo. He's a evil man."

"So you say, but it seems like everyone is just against him because he seems to have a lot of power. I'm not sure what's going on, but I'm thinking about accepting."

"Wait, Ichigo, you can't be serious?" The orange haired man looked up at his blue haired lover as he made his way over to him. He watched as Grimmjow sat down and gazed at him.

"I'm very serious, Grimmjow. I want to be with you, but I don't think it's going to work. I refuse to go through something only for it to kill you. I need you to be alive and well."

"You don't know that for sure."

"But I don't want to even risk it. I think this is better for both of us."

"Ichigo, this is beyond crazy. Aizen is trying to get you to abandon everything you care about. Once he gets you by his side he will brainwash you. He's fuckin' done it to all of his followers." Shiro interjected. He ran his hands through his silver hair in frustration. He couldn't believe Ichigo was really agreeing to be with that monster.

The orange haired demon pressed his lips together. He didn't know what to do. "May-maybe I can ask him if he'll let me be with Grimmjow. He has a lot of consorts, he won't need me all the time."

"Ichigo why must you always be so damn stubborn!" Ichigo flinched at the voice, but kept his mouth closed. "If he is going through all of this trouble, he is going to want you…all the time. He wants you to be his queen, right? What make you think he's going to let his queen have relations with a goddamn human!" He looked down at his shaking hands. He knew Shiro was right, but he was just trying to think of something that worked for everyone. Why did it have to be so hard to satisfy everyone?

"Ichi." Ichigo looked over at the blunette when he spoke his name. "Are you really sure you want to do this?" Ichigo nodded after awhile. "Did he say what he would do if you denied him?" Ichigo looked back down at his hands. Ulquiorra didn't exactly say what would happened, but Ichigo guessed something bad would happen to Grimmjow. He didn't want anything to happen to the person he cared for.

"He didn't say much, but the guy said if he came back empty-handed, Aizen would be displeased. Grimmjow I have to do this. I can't take the risk of anything happening to you or to you, Shiro. You two are all I have left and I'll be damned if I just sat around and did nothing."

"There's got to be a way for you to get out of this. Maybe I can talk with the elders and they can tell him to back off." Ichigo shook his head.

"It seems Aizen got permission to try to get me to come to him on my own. If I did then I wouldn't have to go to the ceremony, but Aizen would make a small donation to the elder's council."

"Greedy, money hungry old fools," Shiro mumbled under his breath. He rose from his seat. "I need a fuckin' drink," he said as he made his way to the kitchen. Ichigo still had his eyes glued to his hands. He watched as Grimmjow's hand slid over his before his fingers entwined between his. Ichigo squeezed the hand that he come to love feeling. The calloused fingers massaged softly against his and he sighed at how good it felt.

He was going to miss this. He was going to miss Grimmjow's deep baritone voice breathing in his ear. The feel of the man's chest against his back when they slept in his bed. The way they laid across the couch on days when there wasn't class. Waking up to soft lips only a hairsbreadth away and gazing into deep blue round oceans.

"So, how long do we have before you have to go?"

"…One week." Grimmjow squeezed Ichigo's hand back, sighing. He was frustrated, but he had to be strong for Ichigo. "Are we going to spend it together?"

"…If that's what you want to do, we can."

"Every waking moment. I want to spend every waking and sleeping moment by you Grimm." Grimmjow slipped his hand from Ichigo's and leaned back against the couch in a laying position. Ichigo instantly fell between his legs and buried his face in Grimmjow's clothed chest. He felt Grimmjow wrap his arms around his waist and he felt content.

This was where he was suppose to be. This is where he felt safe and comfortable, but now he was going to some unknown place and be mated with a man he only knew through rumors. He didn't want this. He squeezed tighter against the blue haired man. All he wanted was Grimmjow.

What a twist! I swear I didn't even mean for that to happen. I have no idea where this story is going (lies!). I hope Ulqui wasn't too OOC. I had a hard time writing him. Review please & thank you for everyone who has reviewed, favorited and alerted this fic.