Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own Bleach. And, once again, it's not because I don't want to own them. If I could, I would get Grimmjow's body and soul and "abuse" it every day. Oh, whatever.

Summary: We all know this is PWP. Only, this time it's Grimmjow and Ichigo's turn! And we all know that although I always think it'll be just smut, it never turns that way. We get a little bit of a plot in every chapter. So, enjoy one of what I think is the best loved couple of Bleach! One of them, of course.

This is done by request of: Seiri-sama. Hope you like it! And I know, I kept pushing the date back farther and farther. Forgive me! But next is Aizen-Ichigo, and after that, Ulquoirra-Ichigo. Oh, and yeah, definately no Ichigo-Yammi. That's just disgusting.

What A Plan

Shlink! Ching! Clang!

Ichigo Kurosaki grunted, feeling himself being forced back despite his best efforts not to. He heard a growl in his head as Zangetsu, his Zanpaku-to, crashed against Pantera, the Zanpaku-to of Grimmjow Jaegerjaques. It was the third time he'd run into this Sexta Espada, and this was probably going to be the third time he was beaten nearly to death.

It happened every time, and although he didn't relish getting beaten to death, he did love a good fight. And damn, was Grimmjow a good fighter. One of the best, in fact, in Ichigo's opinion. Of course, that was probably because he had to heal for weeks after a fight with the Espada, but that wasn't the point.

"What's wrong, you stupid berry? You aren't concentrating! If you don't pay attention, you're going to...die!"

The words were accompanied with a downward slash of of Pantera, which Ichigo just barely dodged. He scrambled away, wincing as his shoulder was banged against a building; even as a Shinigami it hurt like crazy. Zangetsu flew out of his hand, crashing many feet away as Pantera stopped just a few centimeters from his neck.

"This is boring, Shinigami. If you aren't going to even fight for real, then just sit back and enjoy your death." Grimmjow smirked, an insane look on his face, although he really didn't hold a candle to Ogichi's crazed look.

Ichigo growled, pushing up and forcing the Arrancar back, welcoming the familiar numb feeling as his hollow self, Ogichi, took over his body. He didn't often call upon the power of his other half, but that had more to do with the fact that Ogichi was planning on taking over his body for real than the fact that he just didn't like his hollow half. He did, in fact, like the hollow; although, that he information he kept hidden.

Ichigo/Ogichi let out a manaical laugh as his normally brown eyes became a golden color surrounded in black, and pale fingers and lips became black in color. Orange hair lightened to snow-white, and tan skin became albino pale. Even his black Shinigami robes became white in color.

Grimmjow paused with his next swing, watching in interest as half of the sharp hollow mask began materializing on that pale face. Ooh, there was just something about seeing that mask on Ichigo's face that was a total turn-on for him. Well, that and seeing the blood pouring over that lean yet muscled body, twisting and turning as it fought off his attacks...he resisted the urge to groan.

"Hmph. King, it's annoyin' to always be called out jus' to fight this guy." Ogichi scoffed, pulling the half-mask a little to the side so that he could talk better.

Grimmjow smirked. "Sweet. I get to fight you again; this'll be fun." He kicked out, knocking the kid/hollow back so he could press foreword once more, trying to get a good slice out of his arm, but he dodged.

"Fun. Heh. You hollows are all the same; always wantin' somethin' fun to do. So stupid. Well, bring it on, Grimm! I'm waitin'!" Ogichi cackled, swinging his white Zangetsu like a lasso above his head as he took the few steps foreword to press close against Grimmjow.

The teal-haired Arrancar allowed the contact only because he couldn't do otherwise. Of course, Pantera came up to block, and the two held the position for a few seconds before backing off. Grimmjow managed to get in a good slice along Ichigo's upper body before they completely broke apart.

"Damn. Can't believe you actually scored..a...hit? Huh?" Ogichi could hear his voice slurring, and his body getting heavy. "What...th' hell?"

Grimmjow watched, a little amused as those panicking yellow eyes slid closed, and that lithe body slid to the ground, unconscious. He, too, was wondering what happened, but decided it worked in his favor. He was stepping foreword to finish the job, or so it seemed, when another voice reached his ears.

"Oh, dear, did I use too much? Never knew Ichi-chan was such a lightweight."

Grimmjow turned around, Pantera at the ready, to see that fool-of-a-shopkeeper Urahara standing off to the side, a small tranq gun in his hand. He didn't sense any killing intent, so he lowered his Zanpaku-to, but didn't sheath it. "What do you want?" He growled, actually curious about it.

Urahara grinned, stuffing the tranq gun into some compartment in his robe. "Nothing, really! I've just come to help you out a bit!" He whipped out his fan, hiding and cooling his face at the same time.

"Ch. Like you can help me." Grimmjow scoffed, and turned back to Ichigo's prone body, now mask-free.

"Oh, but I can. You're chafing under Aizen's rule, aren't you? You feel that you can become powerful, but something's preventing you from doing so. You want to lead." Urahara's eyes glinted, showing his more cunning side.

The Sexta Espada paused, turning and narrowing his eyes. "I'm listening."

The shopkeeper grinned. "Good. You're going to need this for your plan" He handed Grimmjow a buckled collar of some sort, "and this." next was a small bottle of some pink-colored liquid. Grimmjow really didn't like that color. "Give that to Ichigo whenever you decide to impliment your plan. Oh, and here. This is for you." He handed the arrancar a piece of paper with words written on it. "This will also help you."

Grimmjow took it all, bemused and a little freaked out. "What is all this supposed to do?" He wondered, squinting at the paper.

"The paper explains it all; the best time to do your plan, when to use all of these things, and what happens afterword. Oh! And I want all the details when you're done." With that he walked off, chuckling like the insane person he probably was, with a few last words over his shoulder. "Don't forget to take Ichi-chan with you! He'll be your best weapon."

Grimmjow was going to say something more, but Urahara was already gone. Scowling, he bent and picked up Ichigo with one arm, throwing him over his shoulder as he opened up a portal to Heuco Mundo. He made sure it led right to his room, too; he didn't want to other Arrancars seeing him with their enemy, a Shinigami.

xx

"Ow. What the hell hit me?" Were the first words out of Ichigo's mouth as he regained consciousness nearly two days later.

Grimmjow, who was drinking what looked suspiciously like milk, glanced up, perpetual scowl already on his face. "Well, it's about time you decided to wake up, Princess. Have a nice nap?" He asked sarcastically, although he'd had quite the time watching Ichigo toss and turn in the throes of some dream or another. It only made him think if the teenager would be doing the same when conscious.

Ichigo blinked, a little slow, before his eyes snapped open and he jerked upright, glaring over in the direction of the Arrancar, his peripheral vision taking in the contours of the room he was in. Pure white, no windows, and the only furniture being a large bed and a few reclining chairs. "What are you doing here?! What am I doing here?!" He shouted, pointing rudely.

Grimmjow sighed, head currently resting on his open palm on the armrest of his recliner. His legs were crossed and stretched out over the footrest that was pulled up, and the milk was held in those old traditional japanese-style cups made for drinking sake. "Oh, calm down, Berry. I brought you here after that stupid hat guy tranqued you. And you might want to keep it down, unless you want the other Arrancars to hear you."

Ichigo immediately covered his mouth with his hands in a classic "oh noes!" anime pose. He realized now that he'd ended up in Heuco Mundo.

Grimmjow nodded. "Good. Now relax, and read this. It's why I brought you here. Thirsty? Hungry? There's some extra milk."

Ichigo waved a hand, and Grimmjow took that as an affirmative. The subsitute Shinigami took the paper and read it, his eyes widening. Grimmjow's planning on taking down Aizen? I thought Aizen was supposed to be the strongest of them all! But wait. If this is true, then he...maybe, isn't as bad as I thought. And now that we're kind of together, perhaps I can use this time to get closer to him? All the minutes Ichigo was thinking, Grimmjow had stood and poured a glass of milk for Ichigo, turning his back and pulling out the vial with the pink liquid and pouring it into the glass. He let it mix, smirking, before handing it to Ichigo.

"Oh, thanks. Is what this says true?" Ichigo asked, putting the glass to his lips and taking a few sips.

Grimmjow's smirk turned into a scowl. "Give it back. Yes, it's true, but don't talk about it, you idiot, unless you want this heard by the others." When he had the paper back, Grimmjow shredded it into the tiniest papers he could. He was waiting for the potion to take effect. It didn't take long; a few minutes tops.

Ichigo put a hand to his forehead, dropping the empty glass on the bed. For some reason, his body had just gone all hot and sweaty, and he felt a little dizzy and light-headed. Worse yet, when he looked over at the smirking Grimmjow, he felt his body immediately get hard. What the hell?! What's happening?! I mean, I know I think Grimmjow's sexy and all, but never to this extent! I've never gotten hard just looking at him!

Grimmjow smirked more when he saw Ichigo's face slowly flushing, his eyes taking on an innocent look. He didn't even need to drink the aphrodisiac to get the first steps in his plan going; he had enough desire already. Now, like the panther in him, he slowly stood and stretched, before stalking foreword so he could loom over Ichigo.

"Ah, G-Grimmjow? What's going on? Did you drug me?!" Ichigo demanded, his once-even breathing turning into harsh panting that was slowly turning more erratic.

No longer smirking, his body already reacting to the signs from the teenager sitting up on the bed, Grimmjow knelt in front of Ichigo; the Arrancar leaned foreword until he was just a hair-breath away from Ichigo's lips. He couldn't miss that breathing hitch, and saw the way the pulse on Ichigo's neck began pounding in what had to be anticipation. But he didn't lean foreword anymore; instead, he bent his head, and drew a hot, thick tongue along that slightly-arched neck, eliciting a gasp from the boy.

"G-Grimm!" It was a cross between a moan and a gasp, actually, and Grimmjow felt his usually tight pants grow tighter.

"That's right, Ichi. You an' me are gonna have a little fun tonight, to make my plan work. And in order to keep you here with me, you need to become my sex slave." Grimmjow grinned, giving a tiny bite to the area he'd licked, earning another sharp gasp and a flick of those lean hips off the bed, colliding with his chest. He felt something hard grind against him, and let loose a small, almost purr-like sound.

"W-what? Sex slave?! Are you out of your m-mmph!" Grimmjow's hand covering his loud mouth was what stopped his words; that hard hand against his mouth only made him think even more obscene things than he already was, though. It only made him think about what else was hard on that body.

"Just shut up and go with the flow, Berry. It won't hurt as much otherwise." Grimmjow, despite being the sadistic, lover-of-fighting bastard he is, knew that if he didn't make this enjoyable this first time, he wouldn't get to do this again. And he wouldn't stand for that.

Ichigo closed his eyes as that hot tongue when farther down his neck, teasing the neckline of his Shihakushou. The hand not covering his mouth trailed down past the black fabric, down to the bow, before deftly untying it. It slid open, revealing slightly dark skin and lean muscles from too much fighting. Grimmjow grinned, before preceding to cover that expanse of skin in as much saliva as he could, via one hot tongue. By the time he was satisfied, Ichigo was arching upwards, sweating and moaning almost continually, hands clutched tightly in that teal hair and hips rubbing instinctually against the Arrancar's chest. Grimmjow smirked at the sight as he leaned up some more, taking the time to shrug Ichigo completely out of his black outfit, and anything underneath. The sight of a naked Ichigo turned him on more than anything else had. He decided to hell with any control. After all, the aphrodisiac he'd given Ichigo should pretty much dull most of the pain.

Ichigo's face burned as he watched Grimmjow looking at him, wearing virtually nothing with a fierce hard-on. He started when Grimmjow suddenly laid himself fully against Ichigo, skin against skin, the fabric of the other's outfit rubbing against his erection and causing him to moan rather loudly before he could stifle it. He shifted his hips experimentally to bring back that sharp relief from the almost-pain he was experiencing, and when he felt it again, groaned and arched his neck upwards.

Grimmjow watched in fascination as the drugged Shinigami practically humped his chest, face flushing in pleasure now rather than embarrassment. Oh, this was going to be something he wouldn't soon forget. The Espada, ignoring for now those slightly wild hips, leaned down so he could attach his lips and teeth to that neck that was in a position just asking to be marked.

Ichigo felt like he couldn't breathe. There was a dark pressure building in his chest, just above where he was recieving what had to be the best feeling in the world, and now Grimmjow was giving him even more good feelings at his neck, where sharp teeth were leaving what had to be pretty visible red marks on his skin. But he couldn't find the energy to make him stop, nor did he know if he really wanted him to stop. He was still undecided for a few minutes, at least until Grimmjow shifted and something hard brushed right up against the most sensitive part of his anatomy, and he practically shrieked in a really non-Ichigo way.

Grimmjow paused, wondering about that, before he realized, and smirked. Lifting his head from Ichigo's neck, he shifted again, until his lower anatomy was alligned perfectly with Ichigo's, before giving an experimentary flick of his hips. A short scream was his response, and he decided that he just had to get more of those in that breathy, harsh tone. So came about the torture, control once more dominating.

"Grimm! Augh! Gr-ugn! Ah! Ah! Grimm, I-ah!­" Every time Ichigo tried to speak, most that came out were breathless moans and sharp groans and short screams, accentuated with the quick movements of those still-clothed hips against his own. He couldn't even remember what he was trying to say anymore, reduced to a tense puddle of goo that was waiting for something to happen, something, but he didn't quite know what. All he knew now was that he'd surely die if Grimmjow stopped now.

Said Arrancar was having the time of his life. Not only was he giving his new pet pleasure, pleasure which he would increase ten-fold in the coming hours, but he was recieving it as well, in a fair, even trade. Although, he supposed that he couldn't very well call it fair, since Ichigo was, characteristically loud and he had yet to utter a sound other than talking. Still though, which one of Ichigo's hands clutching his shoulder in a death-grip, surprisingly sharp nails digging into the skin, and the other still clutched in his hair while his own hands held those erratic hips still for him, he supposed it wasn't all that bad. Nope, not at all. But it wasn't enough, and he decided to up the ante.

Ichigo whined rather loudly as those amazing hips stopped moving, just before he was sure something was going to happen. That pressure that had been building had become almost unbearable, so fierce it almost scared him, but it felt so good. And now the fucking guy had stopped! At a laugh from said guy, he snarled, only to pause when he saw lovely skin being revealed as Grimmjow decided to divest himself of his clothes. There was that scar in the middle of his chest, which Ichigo had given him, and his hollow hole, smack dab in the middle of his abdomen. Then he realized that Grimmjow even had teal hair...down there. Ichigo gulped, staring wide-eyed at a piece of anatomy he'd only seen on tv, on himself, and on other kids when they were in middle school and playing the game "show-me-yours." Then again, those had all been small things, but he was anything but small.

Grimmjow was a well-endowed man.

Grimmjow smirked when he saw the admiring-mixed-with-fearful look on his new slave's face; it only excited him. Still smirking, he alligned himself once more, and gave a slow roll of his hips, watching as Ichigo's eyes turned glossy and practically rolled back in his head, which got thrown back, and felt calloused fingers dig into his shoulders. Even he, the tough guy, couldn't control the low moan that escaped as that hot piece of flesh, slick with precum, rubbed against his own sensitive member, creating a delicious friction that made him shiver in reaction.

Ichigo covered his mouth to stop the noise escaping him, hands clenching and unclenching as that amazing pressure began building once more, even quicker than before. He shook his head side to side, barely able to stand it all. Just when he was about to explode, his mouth opening in a silent scream, but Grimmjow stopped again. Ichigo could have sobbed in frustration.

Grimmjow laughed deeply and pulled back a little, moving so he could draw Ichigo's leg up over his shoulder, before suddenly shoving three of his fingers into Ichigo's face.

"Huh?" Ichigo breathed, confused when three thick fingers were pressed against his lips.

"Suck them, berry-chan. It'll feel better if you do."

Still confused, but willing to do pretty much anything to get that pleasure back, Ichigo obediently took first finger into his mouth, sucking it and running his tongue all around it to get it nice and wet, before repeating the process with the other two fingers. Grimmjow could only imagine what else that tongue could do; although just thinking that made him harder than ever. Aroused beyond though, he ripped his fingers from that sinful mouth, and drew them down until they were poised at that tight, virgin entrance.

"Now, relax. It's gonna hurt some, but you'll get over it pretty fast." Without waiting for Ichigo to say anything, Grimmjow stuffed his middle finger up into that entrance, ignoring the squeak and automatic tensing on his partner's part. But damn, he was tight, already clenching around just one finger! Grimmjow buried his lips against Ichigo's neck, licking the taut skin there in an effort to relax the teenager. He waited until he was relaxing, leaning into Grimmjow and taking little gasping breaths, before pushing in another slick finger, stretching and spreading them to widen the entrance all the while searching for that one spot he'd heard about from Gin.

"Nngh! Ah! W-what was t-that?!" Ichigo managed to gasp out, his whole body tensing and arching as those harsh fingers brushed up against something soft deep in his body.

Grimmjow smirked down at him, pushing his fingers up and hard against that spot. "That is just something to make this go even faster, and make you feel better while we're doing it. Now shut up and let me finish prepping you." He pushed even harder, and Ichigo let out a loud groan, his eyes falling closed and his legs tensing reflexively. It took barely any time at all after that, but Grimmjow still made sure to get Ichigo as loose and slick as he could, although perhaps using saliva wasn't the best lubricant.

Unable to hold himself back any more, Grimmjow removed his fingers, earning what sounded suspiciously like a hiss from the orange-haired teen, and pulled up the other shaking leg over his shoulder, positioning himself and groaning as the slick head of his dick brushed against that tight hole. "Now, don't tense up, berry." Was his only form of warning before he began to slowly, yet surely push himself inside.

"Grk!" Ichigo grunted as a burning sensation began to spread throughout his entire body. Grimmjow felt even bigger than he looked! It felt like Ichigo was being ripped in two, and it hurt so bad! But he refused to cry out; he was still hard and throbbing, the pain-like pleasure making his temples pound as it looked for an outlet. He wanted this so bad, so he closed his eyes and held on tight to those tense shoulders, forcing his lower body to relax as best he could as that foreign object was pushed farther and farther into his body.

"Heh, nn. Wow, Ichi, I'm all the way in. Sure are ah! greedy, aren't ya?" Grimmjow tried to laugh, but he couldn't seem to get the sound out. An intense heat was surrounding him, as tight as a form-fitting glove. He hadn't expected to like it this much! He resisted the urge to just pound and pound away until he met his release; instead, he waited, slightly shaking hands clenching on quivering legs to hold them up and try to stretch that super tight entrance even more. Ichigo was almost too tight even with preparation!

Ichigo winced as he tried to move; it didn't hurt so much anymore, and he was still hard, so he wanted something to be done, he just didn't know what. Grimmjow, feeling the movement, hissed his breath between his teeth and drew out slowly, almost all the way, before slowly pushing back in. He tried to angle his slow thrusts for that spot he'd felt earlier; he knew he'd hit it when on the fourth thrust Ichigo's eyes flew open and his mouth parted to emit sharp gasps with every thrust on his prostate. Finally, he couldn't stand it.

"G-grimm! P-please, har-ah! Harder! Haa." He tried to breath slowly, but that pressure was still there, still restricting his respiratory system like nothing else could.

Grimmjow grinned and gripped Ichigo's legs harder, thrusting them up high so he could pull out, only to thrust back in with as much force as he usually swiped with Pantera. Ichigo screamed as his prostate was nailed, falling back against the bed with his arms hanging limply above him. He twitched with every hard thrust, jerked whenever his super-sensitive member brushed against that toned stomach, and cried out loudly in general with ever jerk of those magical hips.

Grimmjow grunted as he pressed deeper, his hips unconsciously picking up an erratic rythm that made both of them experience the most pleasure they possibly could. Ichigo was tightening around with with every harsh thrust, his voice already hoarse from screaming so loudly and continuously; he knew that Ichigo wasn't that far off from climaxing. To be honest, neither was he. He picked up the pace, leaning down so he could rub up against Ichigo as he moved, feeling the sweat of both their bodies mingling as the scent of sex began to spread throughout the room.

Ichigo bit his lip so hard it bled, but even the pain of that wasn't enough to stop that terrible pressure from suddenly erupting inside him. He arched his back, legs clamping tightly on Grimmjow's shoulder as his nails dug deep red streaks down that tensed back, and released all that tension inside him in the form of a creamy white substance, all over his and Grimmjow's stomach. "Grimmjow!!" He couldn't help but scream, the sound resounding throughout the entire room.

Grimmjow grunted again, but it ended on a groan as Ichigo tightened almost to the point where he thought all his blood was cut off. He finished himself with a loud moan, biting Ichigo's neck reflexively enough to break the skin as he ejaculated deep inside Ichigo. The teenager jerked at the strange burning feeling, but it felt wonderful at the same time, so he didn't object. Instead, he felt his boneless body relax against the sheets, and basked in the aftermath. He was actually starting to feel a little sleepy; that was, until Grimmjow said...

"Now, don't fall asleep, berry-chan. I assure you in a few minutes I'll be ready to fuck you hard into the mattress again."

Ichigo gulped; what had he gotten into now?

xx

"Oh, stop limping, you big baby. Eight times isn't that much." Grimmjow growled, but tolerated the hand that was currently clutched around his forearm.

"What are you, an animal?! I think you broke me!" Ichigo snapped back, wincing as he was led down the hallway. He hated that his ass was on fire, he hated that he was in the enemy stronghold, but mostly, he hated the clothes he was forced to wear. Grimmjow had handed him a white outfit that spanned his shoulders and went down his arms, but left his chest bare for all to see, and connected with strips at the waist to a pair of white pants that were almost too tight to wear. That wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for the freaking collar around his neck! Grimmjow had said it was to show that he was property, and therefore wouldn't be bothered by the other Arrancar, but he didn't believe him.

"Stop whining! I would have gone longer if you hadn't passed out!" Was the response growled back at him.

"Must you be so loud? You are going to alert Aizen to your presence."

Ichigo looked up at the cold, monotonous voice, and saw Schiffer Ulquoirra, the fourth Espada who had wounded him critically the first time they'd met. A half-skull-like hollow mask was on the side of his head, partially covering that black hair. The Arrancar had dark green eyes, from which two thin streaks of the same color slid down his tear ducts, past the bottom of his chin. His Hollow hole was in the center of his neck. His small, white coat-like shirt was zipped up his front, and his white puffy pants covered his legs. His Zanpaku-to was strapped to his sash, as seemed to be normal for both Arrancars and Shinigami. Even just staring at the cold Hollow was enough to make Ichigo want to hide behind Grimmjow. Of course, he didn't do so; he wasn't a weakling like that.

"Oi, Ulquoirra. Thought you were on a mission today." Grimmjow stuck his hands in his pockets; he'd never admit that the fourth Espada was a sort-of comrade; they were more like playful enemies.

"I have just returned." Ulquoirra stepped foreword so he was standing toe-to-toe with Grimmjow, lowering his monotonous voice until it was barely above a whisper. "Aizen is starting to suspect. Make your move soon, or remove yourself from our company. If you do decide to make your move, I won't help you, but I won't stop you either." He disappeared down the hall.

Ichigo glanced up at Grimmjow. "He knows?! And he isn't going to stop you?! I thought he was loyal to Aizen!"

Grimmjow shrugged nonchalantly. "Who knows what goes on in that freak's head? Now come on; I'd beter establish that you're my property with everyone else."

That was what Ichigo was worried about. Would be be accepted, or killed upon sight? Only time would tell.

xx

"Grimm? How long are you planning on waiting?" Ichigo questioned, lying panting in a sweaty heap on the couch in the "game room" of Heuco Mundo. Who knew that Arrancars liked to play games? Or that they had a game room? Or that Grimmjow would want to have sex in it?!

Grimmjow was currently resting atop Ichigo, not really that tired. He sighed when he heard Ichigo's comment. "Not much longer. I can sense it; he can too. We've grown stronger, bound together that we are. Stronger than his illusion of strength. The others haven't noticed it yet, but Aizen certainly has. He's getting scared; I wonder what he'll do? Will he run away, I wonder?" Grimmjow chuckled at the very thought. "Let's go again, berry. I'm ready."

Not again!! Ichigo's silent cry went unheard.

xx

"Nnoitra, we need to leave. I can't stand to be in his presence any longer."

Jiruga Nnoitra, fifth espada of Sousuke Aizen's army, glanced up from his position of reclining against the floor, a frown crossing his face. "What are you talking about, Aizen-sama? Whose presence, and why do we need to leave?" He didn't relish the idea of moving anywhere far; it seemed too much trouble right now.

Aizen, sleazy pedophile man with brown hair and eyes, ruler of the Arrancar/Espada, stood from his throne and prowled the room. He was getting antsy. "That Grimmjow! He's getting stronger; I can't tell if it's that new pet of his or if he's sucking up stronger power from some outside force, but he's gotten incredibly strong. It sickens me; I can't stand to stay here any longer. I plan on taking you and the rest of the Espada away from that creature." He spat out, disgusted.

Nnoitra looked surprised. "But sir! Shouldn't you want him stronger?"

His answer was a slap in the face. "Be silent, you fool! We are leaving tonight; gather the rest of the Arrancars." No, he did not want Grimmjow longer, especially when that strength was on its way to topping his own. He didn't like it.

Nnoitra sighed and stood to retrieve the rest of the Arrancar. But he wasn't planning on some of them refusing to leave.

xx

"What's this?" Grimmjow asked, staring with bored eyes at the small group standing in front of him.

The doctor of the Arrancars, pink-haired and glasses-wearing Szayel Aporro Grantz, stepped foreword to answer. The ironic think about him was that his glasses were actually the remains of his hollow mask. "We find no reason to follow Aizen; we've never liked him. Ulquoirra, Halibell, Zaera-Polo, Stark and I have decided to stay with you. You are our new leader." He gave a tiny smirk; this way he could stay with all his research and equipment.

Ichigo looked shocked and glanced up at Grimmjow, whose lap he rested on. Did they really just take over the remaining Arrancar, that easily?!

Grimmjow snorted. "Whatever. But just so you know; if any of you betray me, or my slave, I will kill you. I'm not as weak as that ped, Aizen, either in strength or mind, so don't doubt my words for a second. You can do what you want, so long as you don't get in my way." His power flared, causing everyone but Ichigo flinch and fall to their knees.

They quickly left him, and Ichigo let out a sigh before rubbing back against Grimmjow. Constantly being in the presence of a former enemy tended to change your opinion of them; Ichigo was fast on the track to actually liking the former Espada. "So you're the leader now, huh? Are you going to attack the Soul Society, like Aizen planned?"

Grimmjow stiffened, in more ways than one. "As if I'd do what that creep did. Nah, I plan on kicking back and relaxing for a little while. Besides, if I do decide to attack the Soul Society, it'd take away from my time with you. Less sex, which means my strength will go down. I'm not having that." He leaned down to nuzzle Ichigo's neck, before giving it a quick bite. Ichigo gave a small cry in reaction, and he smirked. "But if any of those fucking Shinigami come looking for us, we'll fight. That's the way of it."

Ichigo sighed; it was the best he'd get. Arching his neck, he reclined farther against his lover's body and brought Grimmjow's head to his, giving him a hard, deep kiss. He supposed he could get used to this.

Oh...my...fucking...Jashin! It's finally done! I know, after the sex, the end just kinda detiorated. I had an idea, but I got cut off writing it, and completely lost that train of though, which sucks, because it was really good. And this story just changed and changed; so many things were going to happen that didn't. This could have become so much better; forgive me for ruining it. But I hope it's still all you wanted! I've planned on updating some stories, if I can, before getting in on that Aizen-Ichigo. Please just hold on a few weeks, or a few months, until then! It all really depends on my homework, and tests. Anyway, please review for me and tell me what you think! I really need to know. Also, constructive consideration is welcome.

Ayame