-B- breaks between scenes

~X~ breaks between weeks

"Hello Mr. Kurosaki, how are you today?" the blonde doctor asked, motioning for him to sit down on the examination table. "You alone today?"

"Yea. Grimmjow has work." Ichigo said, fidgeting slightly. Urahara glanced at him and started to unwrap shaking fingers, humming at the red, wounded flesh.

"There's nothing to worry about, Mr. Kurosaki." He sighed, putting his hand on Ichigo's shoulder, backing away quickly when he flinched away. "Mr. Kurosaki?"

"I'm sorry!" orange-head said quickly, slowly putting his hands on his knees. "It's a stupid thing, really. I'm a bit scared of hospitals and-"

"And doctors?" Urahara slowly gripped one of the red-head's hands and examined it, smiling briefly. "It heals almost too perfectly. Like it was a month not a week since you burned yourself. It doesn't hurt much now, does it?"

"Not so much. More like itches."

"That's good! I'll say that another couple of days and you can remove the bandages, but keep using the disinfectant I gave you, or else there will be an infection out of this or even worse tetanus and I'll have to chop your hands off!" the man said in a sing-song voice. Ichigo only grinned back, but his face fell quickly when he remembered for what exactly he came to the hospital beside the routine check-up for his burns.

"Actually, I have something more to tell you."

"Yes, Ichigo?" Urahara suddenly became serious and sat in front of him on a stool he kept around his consulting-room. "What is it?"

"I've been feeling weird lately." He began hesitantly. "I can't sleep sometimes and if I do get to have some rest I have nightmares constantly. I have to force myself to eat, but later I'd throw it all up at night."

"When exactly it started?"

"About two weeks ago."

"When you thought somebody was in your house? I have to say that there wasn't this much excitement since … well since a long time. But maybe you're just stressed out? You said you don't like staying at home all the time, maybe find yourself a job?"

"I thought that too." Ichigo said nervously, watching Urahara bandage his hands again. "But one week ago I… I threw up blood. A lot of it."

Doctor's head snapped up, his eyes wide in shock. "Blood? And you tell me this late? You have some medicinal knowledge, even if you put off university! Any idiot knows that throwing up blood is wrong!"

"I know!" Ichigo snapped angrily. "I stopped and started feeling better, but yesterday it happened again. I have a headache ever since and my head spins a little. I just … didn't want to worry Grimm."

Urahara's cell rung, breaking the silence that stretched awkwardly after Ichigo closed his mouth. "Lie down, Ichigo. I'll deal with it quickly and call a nurse, we'll do some tests to see what's wrong." After making sure the red-head laid down, he gave a reassuring smile and walked into the storage room, forgetting to close the door.

"Yoruichi? I told you not to call me when I'm in the work, only if it's something important! I remember about Ururu's birthday, I'll be there."

Ichigo smiled, closing his eyes and thinking about the doctor's little daughter. She looked cute and nice enough, a complete opposite from her brother who was a noisy brat. It was a shame that Urahara's wife, Yoruichi, was so hostile toward Ichigo, but not Grimmjow, which was annoying the older man greatly.

"Listen, Ichigo is here for his appointment and … would you stop already with this? I love you, but this is going too far! They're normal people, it's not their fault that-! You know what, all of this shit you're saying is pointless. I have to go, see you at the party."

Ichigo scrunched his eyes closed tighter, trying to relax as much as he could, but it was futile.

"Ah, you heard this?" Urahara asked, standing not too far from him. "I'm sorry for that. My wife likes to believe in superstitions. I think that her working as a medium wasn't such a good idea, she gets way too much into the role nowadays."

"It's all right, I'm- we're used to it already." Ichigo said in a small voice. "At least it's better than back at-." He bit his tongue before he could say anything more embarrassing.

"The nurse will take you to do some tests now." Urahara said instead prying further.

"Can you stay with me?" orange-head asked, feeling like a small child all over again. "At least for the part of it."

"Yes Ichigo." The doctor said. "But I have to go for Urruru's birthday party so I can't stay too long."

"How old is she?"

"About three hours from now, she'll be nine."

"Nice."

After two hours of tests, he felt like he was going to die. Urahara offered him a ride home which he gladly accepted, only asking the man to let him out behind the corner, so that Yoruichi wouldn't see them together – it's no use adding oil to the fire.

Slowly, he walked to his home, silently thanking for the peace of mind the sleeping pills prescribed by Urahara would give him at night. He stepped inside his house, smiling at the noise from the house across the street and ignoring the golden eyes that were sure to watch him from the window.

-B-

"Ichigo?" Grimmjow whispered, slowly sitting up in their bed. He shivered at the cold feeling of the sheets when he shifted towards the edge. "What are you doing?"

His lover must have not heard them, because he still stood facing the wall, with one hand resting on it. Grimmjow's eyes widened when Ichigo pressed his chest against the wall and mouthed it. He heard faint whisper, but couldn't make out what the other was saying, so he stood up and walked up to the orange-head.

"Come to me feel me come to me feel it me it come name I need love me feel me give me" Grimmjow stopped dead in his tracks, scared for his dear life. The chant continued, and Ichigo started to move against the wall. Long fingers slowly trailed the shapeless pattern of the wallpaper, lower and lower, till his knees hit the wall. "Love me need me feel me I feel love me need me seek me cherish me" The blue-haired man reached out but stopped when the Akita, until now observing them quietly, started to growl and bare his teeth. "Seek me need it love me CALL OUT TO-!"

Suddenly he became silent, his muscles tensing. He jerked up and ran past Grimmjow towards the bathroom. Faint sounds of him throwing up could be heard. Blue haired man warily followed Ichigo, Shiro close behind.

His knees almost gave out at the sight. Ichigo was crouching in front of the toilet vomiting violently … blood. "Grimmjow…" he whispered. Consciousness left his eyes and he fell.

"Ichigo!"

-B-

How can he interrupt my Master understanding?

-B-

"Give me room for work!" Urahara growled, checking for Ichigo's vitals. Grimmjow reluctantly stepped back, gripping his bloody arm, that was bit by the Akita when he was moving Ichigo from the bathroom floor to their bed. It was nothing serious though, so he felt that the wound could get treated later.

The doctor's hands shook as he held one of the chocolate eyes opened and flashed the flashlight into it. "He seems alright."

"Alright? He was puking his guts out there!"

"If there are any organs bleeding I wouldn't know now. The skin isn't bruised, but that doesn't mean anything." Urahara straightened. "It's not the first time. Earlier today he was at the hospital and did some tests but they showed absolutely nothing, beside the fact that his throat is exacerbated. He said he can't sleep and if he does, he has nightmares. Do you know anything about what could have caused it?"

"Yes." Grimmjow said quietly, sitting on the bed next to his lover. "He was beaten quite badly four months ago. He was in a coma for a week, but eventually got better."

"By who?" Urahara asked, looking at sleeping Ichigo. "He flinched whenever I tried to touch him at his appointment. He said he hated hospitals-"

"His father is a doctor. He didn't like Ichigo being … you know, with me, a lot." Blue-haired man interrupted, rubbing his forehead. Urahara's mouth hung open slightly, showing unimaginable shock, but he composed himself quickly.

"I'll call for an ambulance and have him driven to the hospital. I'll repeat the tests personally."

~X~

Six weeks. It had been a total of six weeks since they came here, and Grimmjow started to regret not moving anywhere else, away from the place, from the evil feeling that could be felt inside of the once warm and alluring house. They couldn't leave not just because of the money only – Ichigo, upon hearing even one word about changing places would go mad, throwing tantrums and scream.

During that week Urahara visited them every day, doing a quick check-up on Ichigo, since he refused to stay in hospital. Blue-haired man had even visited him, finally meeting his wife, Yoruichi, face to face for the first time. She was very careful about him, but never showed a sign of discomfort or displeasure – quite contrary, she gradually warmed up to him as the evening went. Still, she wouldn't even hear about Grimmjow bringing his lover around.

Blue-haired man gripped the cup he was holding tighter. Ichigo changed so much then. He'd rarely say something or even go out. He forgot about all of the housework, leaving the cleaning and cooking to Grimmjow, and just spent almost all of his free time in the cellar, sitting on the washing machine and glaring at the brick wall, sometimes muttering quietly under his nose. At nights he wouldn't sleep normally, but Grimmjow would often find him gaping at the wall.

Even the Akita was getting more and more aggressive since Zangetsu died. He stopped reserving only to occasional growls, but would full out attack him; biting painfully, but never with a serious killing intent. The dog was sizing him up, with almost too human-like icy glare, whenever he saw him. Grimmjow had even gotten Shiro checked for rabies, but the test came out negative. The worst of it was that it followed Ichigo around, and the orange-head did nothing to stop this behavior.

That's why Grimmjow, so uncharacteristically torn up and confused, was sitting by the kitchen table in his neighbors' house, pouring his heart out to nobody else but Yoruichi. The woman had her hair tied up, and was obviously very tense – her loose sweater stretched in the places where she gripped it with her fingers. When he ended, they sat in silence.

"I knew nothing good would come out of this." She finally spoke, deadly serious. "This house has seen too many evil doings in its history to not become evil itself."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm a medium and can contact with spirits and lost souls, but what has grown inside of that place is far beyond my abilities." She sighed. "You see, this house is the oldest one in the neighborhood – it was built in 1846 or something, and was a main mansion of some lower, poor nobles. Other houses were built around it about twenty-five years ago, because nobody wanted to destroy that piece o architecture. My mother and I were one of the first to move in here. At that time, there was a man that liked to do things that were forbidden for any normal human. Even us, people with much more sharper senses, are not destined to see what they can't. But this man, this filthy scum, wanted more!" she stood up and fished out a small key from her pocket. The woman opened the drawer of the table and took out an enormous folder. She continued her story, changing pages and shoving Grimmjow some pictures of the people she was talking about." I was a little girl back then, barely six, but I still felt it. When police raided the place, they found him dead in the cellar, in the middle of the spells which should have never been used in the first place. My mother was stronger than me, and she knew more; but at that time it was more than impossible. Before we could do something about it, even check the house out on the inside, it was sold to a four-person family. We dismissed the idea that he managed to summon anything at all at that time. Not so soon after, because about two years later, the head of the house turned out to be a violent, unpredictable man and after beating and stabbing the youngest of his children to death was charged for domestic abuse and murder of first degree and put in prison for life. His wife committed suicide not long later in her mother's house - stupid woman turned out to be a psycho as well, but the quiet ones are the worst, as my mother used to say."

"I don't see how-?" Grimmjow swallowed thickly, trying to ignore shivers that ran down his spine repeatedly. "What does it have to do with us?"

"I knew that man." Yoruichi spoke. "He loved his family and would never do such a thing to them – at least at the beginning. My mother would have picked it up the moment she saw him, but she didn't. There was something in that place; something made him do this."

"You see," she continued "unanimated objects like for example a house, contrary to what you believe, are capable of remembering. Do you understand? They have memory, they remember our feelings. Our regrets, anger, sadness, despair, hate or happiness; but sadly that place never got too much of the last one. They are like a storage for what we leave behind in a spiritual way."

"And later, there was a man that bought it. He was a loner, there was actually something wrong with him. Turned out he was a serial killer, and there were bodies of three young people, stabbed to death and raped, buried in the cellar and five more on neighboring fields. After him, the house was closed off and nobody would buy it until about seven years ago. They were an engaged pair, but soon something started to get bad between them. After nine months, the police again visited that place only to find the woman still stabbing the cold corpse. There were rumors that the man was alcoholic and was going behind his fiancée's back, nothing sure." She tapped with her finger a photography of a handsome man hugging his equally beautiful fiancée. "But, all of this made me think about what has caused it. Both Mother and I came up with a theory of what was happening inside of that place. You see, the first inhabitant that I know about, that scum!, actually must have had succeed in summoning something. It was inside of that rotten place – its influence was enough to make all of those people go crazy The house was sealed for a year, and we took our time preparing for the ritual and trying to figure out what was trapped inside. Finally, we came to conclusion that this thing evolved, feeding off of the tragedies that happened there. I didn't have any skill to put any fight against it, and my Mother locked me up and went there alone. When she came back, she was as white as a sheet. She managed to do it, but came back damaged. She never told a word after that, but showed me this."

Dark-skinned fingers searched through the papers and documents, finally taking out one and putting it in front of Grimmjow. He reached out and pulled it closer, his hands shaking. It was a copied page from some book, a very old one if the curvy handwriting had anything to do with it. It was in Latin, so he couldn't understand anything, but the all too suggestive picture was all he needed. There was a pile of bodies in it, twisted and bloodied, guts cascading down to the ground. They looked like an island on the sea of dirty, blackish blood. On the top of it, stood a lone human, wrapped in a snow white cloth, his or her –because he couldn't see what the granger was because of the bad copy- feet sinking into sickly pale corpse. But what was the most disturbing about it was the fact that the human was smiling serenely, and resting against what could be the unnaturally broad chest of a monster. It was about two heads larger than the human and had the horns of a ram, but thrice as big as the normal one. Delicate fingers were caressing the hard horn gently, almost lovingly. Its body resembled that of a human but strangely it wasn't like it – it was dark, almost black and disproportionate – its arms were longer then they should be, one of them wrapped around the human's waist and the other hand clawing at that person's arms; the blood, innocently red, was trickling down the monster's elbow. Its eyes gleamed red, and were locked at the viewer as if saying 'Come to me and die. Feel the pain, come, and give me your name. Seek me, need me and love me. Cherish only me. Call out to me, and I shall point you the way. Come to me and die.'

Only when Yoruichi stopped, he realized that it was her speaking. "This is what is written under the picture."

"What is this?" he asked. "what the fuck is that thing?"

"I couldn't find its name in any source, but this is definitely a demon. From what I've read, they aren't really the strongest ones, but for us… anyway, you see those marks?" she shifted the paper on the other side. "That man was found in one of such circles. The rumor says that he was a maniac and his whole house was covered in them, but that's just rumors. At the beginning, the demon was not strong to get out of the circle, but the man stepped inside of it and got killed. Moron. Anyway, it must have stayed trapped, but still was able to influence the people living there. It got strong, in my opinion capable of fully controlling the mind and heart of a fragile, or emotionally unstable person, like …"

"…like Ichigo." Grimmjow ended.

"Yes. Kisuke told me everything about him."

"Can you help us?" he asked then, looking at her with hope, but she glanced away and sighed.

"I'm afraid I can't. I'm not strong enough to do it without hurting Ichigo and myself, that's why I stayed away."

"You could have done something, anything!" Grimmjow yelled, slamming his fist down onto the table. "Make us leave or warn us!"

"My own husband after eight years of marriage doesn't believe me! And you have to understand, I have two children, I can't just leave them alone!"

"Then what is your proposition?"

"Fire can cleanse the building, but I'm not sure if Ichigo'll let it burn as he is now." Yoruichi said as calm as possible. "And the dog, you have to kill it as well. Animals are easy to use and manipulate, it's too late for him if those bites on your arms are from his teeth." She added, putting a hand on his arm and gently rubbing it. Their eyes locked and she smiled encouragingly. It didn't even feel like a sincere smile.

They quickly jumped away when they heard the door to kitchen open slowly. Yoruichi quickly stuffed all of the papers inside of the drawer and closed it. Ururu ran in, squealing happily, followed by an uneasy looking Kisuke. He looked at them, frowning, and walked out without a word. Dark-skinned woman quickly stood up and followed him.

"What am I supposed to think? You just suddenly, like that, start to meet! He spends here more time then in his own home! I've had-!"

Grimmjow took the shouts as his cue to leave. He looked at the little girl apologetically and left.

"- enough of this shit!"

-B-

When he stepped inside of their house, he was greeted by Ichigo, who was in surprisingly good mood, and wore absolutely nothing apart from his old baggy hoodie. Orange-head wrapped his arms around Grimmjow's neck and pulled him closer for a mind-shattering kiss.

"Welcome home, my love." He whispered, backing off a bit to let Grimmjow take off his shoes. He was back on the blue-haired man in an instant after that, grinding his body against the other's. Blue-haired man sighed, lost in the feeling of the warm body pressed up against him, and didn't even realize they were kneeling in the hall, lips locked in a furious kiss. Ichigo didn't waste any time and pulled Grimmjow's t-shirt over his head and licked at one of the pecks. "Grimm, I want you to fuck me, long and hard. I want you to make me scream till my throat gets sore and neighbors call the police on us. Like it'd be our first and last time. You'll enter me and come inside of me so hard, I'll see the stars – here, on this floor!"

"Oh God." Grimmjow moaned, as Ichigo reached for his hardening arousal and rubbed it through the material of his jeans. Since Zangetsu's death they barely were intimate, only hugging and giving each other a kiss sometime, and he missed the affection that Ichigo once showered him with. Rational thought left him when Ichigo pulled down his zipper and freed his member, quickly descending and taking it to his mouth. They locked their gazes and he saw that the chocolate orbs were clouded – like his lover's mind was somewhere else. "Jesus! Ah… Ichigo!"

All coherent thoughts have left Grimmjow, as Ichigo bobbed his head, taking him whole into his mouth and pushed at his chest, making him fall on the floor with a thud. Blue eyes were fogged by lust, and he groaned when long fingers slid down his torso and stopped on his hips. Suddenly, the hot and wet mouth left his member.

"Grimm…"Ichigo groaned, crawling up the hard body beneath him and straddling Grimmjow's hips. Their mouths locked again, the trail of saliva trickling down Grimmjow's chin. Man's eyes widened as his smaller lover reached down and gripped his member firmly, guiding it to his entrance.

"Ichi what are you-"

"Shhh…Grimm." Orange-haired man put his pointer at the other's lips and smiled a serene smile. "I want to feel you inside. To show you how much I love you."

Blue eyes widened when Ichigo sunk down on his member and closed, missing sharp, golden orbs that observed them from behind the staircase.

-B-

Quiet, low growl erupted from his throat, but he silenced it. Shiro saw how his Master played with Grimmjow, but was not pleased even if his Master screamed in pleasure. He knew that his Master heard the thing talking. The thing even stopped punishing his Master for not listening. He couldn't believe how his Master betrayed the thing, but then he heard something only his specialized ears could heard: a high-pitched howls that underlined his Master's screams, making his usual voice seem watery.

Confusing. Strange.

Quietly he padded across the hall, the pair too engrossed in each other to hear him, towards the entrance to the cellar. He stopped and looked at them briefly, at his Master's long, muscular legs covered in sweat, his head thrown back. Grimmjow's eyes were closed as he pounded into his Master with abandon, like in times of heat.

Shiro ran down the stairs and sat at their feet, cocking his head and looking straight ahead, towards where he knew the floor dipped a bit, right in the middle of the room.

Why are you doing this?

-B-

He felt the heat intensifying, and finally came, Ichigo constricting passage milking him out. Orange-head fell on top of him, panting, his muscles lose. Grimmjow frowned when he saw that the other passed out and pulled out to stand up and gather Ichigo into his arms. Carefully, he climbed the stairs and entered the second, guest bathroom in the upstairs hallway and sat Ichigo on the cabinet. He started the water and came back to his lover, stopping right before him and running a hand through his hairs. All of this felt wonderful just five minutes ago, but now he felt almost used.

Gently, he began to undress his lover, his hands shaking when the hoodie was pulled up, exposing Ichigo's abdomen. "What the fuck?" he asked himself, trailing his fingers over the scratches marring the tanned skin. Ichigo's back was the same – marks looking strangely human yet inhuman-like. Silently, with eyes as wide as plates, he washed Ichigo up, then dried him and carried him to their bedroom to set him on their bed.

When back in the hallway, he finally let loose. "Why are you doing it?" he asked the empty place. His fist banged against the wall harshly, breaking the skin. "Why the fuck are you doing this? You hear me? You touched him, you filthy demon, you touched what's mine!" he screamed.

Suddenly, he felt the wind in his hair and heard the door behind him shutting closed. He ran towards them and gripped the knob, struggling to open them. "Fuck fuck fuck… FUCK! Ichigo, you hear me? Ichigo! Please…!"

Some rumbling sound could be heard from the inside and he panicked, fighting with the door stronger, desperate to get in. He rested his forehead against the wooden surface and closing his eyes, for the first time in his life, prayed for them to open.

In a split of a second, he stumbled inside, falling to his knees in front of their bed. He looked to his left and stilled, shocked beyond any words. Ichigo, his precious Ichigo, was sitting with his back rested against the wall with his legs spread and moaning shamelessly. His chest was rising and falling rapidly and his back arched. Grimmjow saw the pleasure on the other's face and how the skin on his tights was sunk as if someone, or rather something,was gripping them with a brutal force. Orange-head's eyes opened – they were strangely clear and aware, not like they looked like before.

"Grimm …" he mumbled, looking right at him. "It's so good, Grimm! Ah!" they both gasped as a thin, red line appeared on Ichigo's chest, followed by another and another. A small trickle of blood ran down his skin and Grimmjow's eyes widened even more when it was smeared by an unseen force, showing marks on the tanned skin.

HE IS M

Grimmjow finally gathered himself and wanted to run to his lover, but something smashed him into the floor harshly, making it difficult for him to breathe. His hand rose weakly, and he tried to crawl, gasping for breath. His vision became blurry, and right before he fainted, he saw it – a dark, huge body hovering above Ichigo's, its filthy paws all over the lithe body. Faint panting sound was coming from the entrance behind him, then a howl drowned out any other noise.

-B-

Master doesn't belongs to a filthy human anymore!

Shiro sang, howling his happiness out for the world to hear.

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~Biksbit