Chapter 2

Ichigo woke up to the sound of knocking. He groaned softly, turning onto his back. His arm fell on a warm body, Ichigo's eyes snapping open.

He had woken up to a cold body, but never warm.

He sat up quickly, looking down to the blue haired man that laid down next to him. Ichigo frowned as he remembered what had happened during the day, the sun low once again. He got out of bed at the sound of another knock, not caring to clean his body of blood. He could smell it was Shinji at the door, a fox demon that loved to possess the body of others. He wondered what body he had possessed this time.

He'll be able to tell what half-breed Grimmjow was.

Ichigo was decent enough to put on some sweats, opening the door with a frown. Shinji was in his own body for once, his bright brown eyes widening when he saw the blood Ichigo was covered in.

"You had an exciting day, didn't you?" Ichigo rolled his eyes, letting him in and closing the door behind him. Shinji shook himself of his disguise, his ears and tails showing through. Ichigo yawned as Shinji looked at the mess that had become Ichigo's apartment.

"A very interesting day."

Ichigo slapped his back, leading him to the kitchen for now. Shinji followed, well aware of the other person in the apartment. Shinji could tell what Grimmjow was if he touched him, able to synch their souls. But for right now all Ichigo wanted was coffee.

"What happened?" Shinji asked as he sat at the table, Ichigo sighing softly as he put some water and new coffee into the machine. He explained everything that had happened the night before, minimizing the sex parts for his own dignity. Shinji listened carefully, silent for longer than Ichigo thought was possible.

When Ichigo turned around, Shinji was grinning from ear to ear. He sighed dreamily, Ichigo not seeing how this could be dreamy.

Grimmjow wouldn't leave.

"It sounds like you found your soul mate."

Ichigo's sweat dropped.

Because he was born, he did have a soul. It wasn't much and was tainted, so he couldn't go to heaven if he even tried. But he had never heard of demons finding soul mates. At least not demons like him. Shinji's soul mate was a nosferatu named Nnoitra, the oversized bastard always wanting to have a threesome with both Ichigo and Shinji. Ichigo would always flat out refuse while Shinji would beat Nnoitra up.

Even so, Shinji never seemed to elaborate enough how big his dick was.

It was obviously big enough that Shinji would black out after sex sessions. Or maybe Nnoitra was just that good? It didn't matter to Ichigo, but with Grimmjow around now Ichigo wondered whose dick was bigger.

"Shut up."

Shinji laughed, holding his stomach. Ichigo knew he had heard his thoughts, the fox demon a trickster that used its prey's thoughts to make them believe what ever the demon wanted. Ichigo was immune to his trickery, but not the mind reading.

"Nnoitra's bigger."

Ichigo blushed, not wanting to know that but secretly snapping his fingers. Shinji only laughed harder.

"Shut up you fox!" Ichigo finally growled, Shinji falling out of his seat. Hitting his head sobered him up a bit, but he was still shaking with chuckles as he slowly got to his feet. Ichigo sighed softly, taking the coffee machine off and pouring some into two mugs. He drank it black but Shinji liked it with sugar, the fox demon having one of the biggest sweet tooth's Ichigo has ever seen.

"What do you think he is?" Shinji asked as he drank his sugar filled coffee, Ichigo frowning as he licked his lips. Grimmjow had a sweet taste, sweeter than other demons he had fed from. He tasted even sweeter than Shinji and he had one of the purest bloods for a demon. Ichigo sat back, trying to think of what he could possibly be.

"I don't know."

Shinji sighed, sitting back some as he tried not to burn his tongue off from the heat. Curiosity was eating at them both like piranhas, the coffee eventually forgotten. They walked to Ichigo's room, Grimmjow still sleeping like a rock. Shinji's eyes widened, flashing to Grimmjow's side.

"Oh he's handsome." Ichigo frowned, just wanting to know. Shinji touched Grimmjow's cheek, his body tensing. Grimmjow opened his eyes, his vision centering on Shinji. Shinji jumped back with a growl, Ichigo looking to his friend with confusion and sudden caution.

What had happened for Shinji to act like this?

"He's an angel!" Ichigo's eyes widened in shock as Grimmjow rose up into a sitting position. Shinji growled at him, Ichigo taking his friend away from the room.

What was an angel doing on Earth?

Why didn't he remember he was an angel?

Or did he just not tell Ichigo because he knew Ichigo would have killed him?

"Shinji, calm down." His friend was shaking and that made Ichigo want to kill Grimmjow all over again.

How powerful was he to scare Shinji?

"Ichigo he'll bring the council! You know what happens when angels find us!" Shinji told him, Ichigo already having that fear for bringing Grimmjow here. Ichigo nodded, touching his friend's shoulder. Shinji seemed to calm from the touch, Ichigo looking him straight in the eye.

"I tainted him Shinji. They can't help him now." Shinji calmed at the thought, but once Grimmjow left the room Shinji was on the table, growling at him and making Grimmjow stumble back with fear.

"What the-!" Grimmjow gasped, Ichigo ushering Grimmjow back into the room. It took an entire hour for Ichigo to convince Shinji that Grimmjow wasn't a threat. No angel would have ever had sex with a demon, let a lone a hybrid. When Shinji was calm enough, he told Ichigo that Grimmjow wasn't a half-breed. He was a full angel, one that very likely fell from the heavens, which would have explained his lack of memory.

But what had he done to be cursed to walk the earth like a human?

It was obvious his body was more human than angel, though his strength was still there.

At least most of it.

Ichigo sighed softly, looking to the closed door of the room. Grimmjow was listening, probably just as shocked as them by this news. Ichigo had fed on a fallen angel.

A fucking angel.

If he had known they had tasted so sweet he would have tried to kill one when he first met the council. Ichigo shook away the thought.

He was hungry again.

No, Grimmjow just had him addicted.

"So, how do angel's taste?" Shinji asked, the thought sending a shiver down Ichigo's spine. Grimmjow's blood was so sweet Ichigo never wanted to let go every time he drank from him. It slid along his tongue and throat with ease, yet was thick enough to give it an irresistible texture.

Shinji shivered as well, Ichigo knowing he wanted a taste.

Grimmjow's blood was the worst temptation.

"If he's fallen, the council won't come then. He must have done something pretty bad to piss them off." Ichigo agreed with him, the council likely to hold a grudge.

"Because he's still an angel and not a nosferatu, that means he's still allowed into heaven. How is that possible since he had sex with you?" Shinji asked, Ichigo finding that to be a good question. Once an angel was with a demon they were supposed to be damned.

"It's probably because I'm a nosferatu. I'm still part angel in demon terms."

That still couldn't explain it though.

A nosferatu was an angel that refused to fight in the first war, and due to their lack of obedience they were bound to earth. They needed blood to survive, and lust accompanied their thirst. That's why most nosferatu tear apart their prey, so they won't fornicate with it. Nosferatu wasn't a demon, but it couldn't be categorized as an angel either.

"Ichigo, you said he got hard when you fed from him right?" Shinji asked, his cheeks brightening slightly. Ichigo nodded, Shinji sighing softly. It was strange to both of them because prey didn't get turned on.

They screamed in pain.

"He got turned on when he was about to die," Shinji whispered, Ichigo frowning as he tried to think of an angel like that.

It clicked at the same time.

"Grimmjow's an angel of death."

An angel of death was reborn right after it died, staying in a physical body. When the physical body slept the soul left the body, leaving a husk. To most people though, the person is just in a deep sleep. The soul goes around and guides other souls to either heaven or hell, and returns when another angel of death takes its place. An angel of death seemed normal and usually the physical body doesn't remember so they wouldn't be haunted by all the death their soul see's.

An angel of death can't be tainted.

And got turned on by death.

Ichigo sighed, wondering how he found himself in this predicament.

The good thing was the council wouldn't come for them. An angel of death worked on his or her own accord. The bad thing was that Ichigo had become Grimmjow's love interest.

Ichigo was not prepared for this.

"Well, if anything he's handsome for an angel of death," Shinji told him, Ichigo giving him a side glance before heading back to his room to speak with Grimmjow. He stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes widening as he felt a hand touch his throat. Shinji wasn't close enough to notice, but it didn't matter.

It was like time had stopped.

"Mine."

Ichigo closed his eyes when a hand slipped into his sweats, a small gasp escaping his throat.

It wasn't just Grimmjow who wanted him.

So did the angel of death inside him.

Ichigo's legs got weak when he was stroked, falling to his knees with a whimper. The hand at his throat let go, sliding into the back of his sweats. Ichigo clenched his hands into fists, a small moan escaping his throat.

"All mine."

"Ichigo!" Ichigo blinked, looking to Shinji who stood in front of him. Ichigo was still standing by the table, his heart racing as he moved to hide his sudden erection. Ichigo had never had someone play games with his soul, but he was more turned on then he wanted to admit.

Grimmjow was playing dirty.

Ichigo smirked.

Maybe he was a little worth keeping.

"I'm leaving. Grimmjow may be handsome but an angel of death is too much work. I'll stick with Nnoitra." Ichigo nodded shakily, Shinji leaving with a hug and small wave, putting back up his disguise.

Ichigo quickly turned, heading back to the room. Grimmjow was sitting on the bed, his eyes looking up from his hands. The smirk told Ichigo he remembered what his soul had done.

Ichigo walked over and grabbed his hand, dragging him to the bathroom. He would love to have sex on the bed, but being covered in blood wasn't so fun once it dried up. Grimmjow pushed him against the door once it was closed, Ichigo moaning as their lips locked.

Yeah, he was addicted.

Grimmjow pushed off his sweats than Ichigo's, lifting Ichigo up in his arms. Ichigo groaned softly in arousal, his wings sprouting from his back and his horns protruding from his skull. Grimmjow carried him to the shower, tearing down the shower curtain so it wouldn't get in the way. Ichigo was put down long enough for water to be turned on before their lips were locked again.

Ichigo never had anyone try to play with his soul before, and the mere act had left him more than hooked on Grimmjow's body. Ichigo needed it, craved it, and wanted it.

Grimmjow gladly let him indulge.

Ichigo was lifted again, his ankles locking behind Grimmjow's back. Grimmjow lowered him down some as he lined up, Ichigo gasping sharply when he pushed inside. Ichigo moaned as Grimmjow pushed in further, his tender insides tearing once again. Ichigo knew he had started to bleed, but the water that reached their backs washed it all away.

Ichigo bit his lower lip, moaning as Grimmjow started to thrust. Kisses were placed on his chest and neck, Ichigo grabbing a handful of Grimmjow's hair and pulling his head back. He kissed him feverishly, moaning with each thrust.

Grimmjow groaned, moving his hips quickly, all build up forgotten. Ichigo pulled away with a gasp, Grimmjow growling softly as he grabbed Ichigo's ass with a hand. The pain turned Ichigo on further, his golden eyes closing as he let his head fall back against the tile wall.

"Grimmjow, oh god," Ichigo breathed, Grimmjow leaning forward and licking a hard nipple. Ichigo groaned softly, grabbing a handful of his wet blue hair. Grimmjow nipped it, pulling away with a groan as he looked up to Ichigo.

"Do you like it?" Grimmjow asked with a groan, Ichigo nodding with a moan.

Ichigo gasped when he was suddenly dropped, Grimmjow catching him before he hit the ground. Ichigo was placed over the bathtub edge, Grimmjow moving the spray of water. Ichigo moaned when his ass was slapped, Grimmjow lifting Ichigo's hips so he could reach. Ichigo cried out when he pushed inside, holding onto the tub edge as Grimmjow took him roughly.

"What's my name, Ichigo?" Grimmjow growled, Ichigo's hands slipping and falling to the floor. Ichigo tried to gain some balance, panting and moaning as the change in angle made Grimmjow brush over his prostate.

"Grimmjow!" Ichigo cried out, his chest hurting from this position. Grimmjow grabbed him by the hair, pulling him up so they stood together. Ichigo bit his lower lip, his prostate hit straight on. Grimmjow became rougher, Ichigo screaming out when he started to stroke him.

"Scream louder," Grimmjow ordered in a growl, Ichigo arching with a scream when Grimmjow thrust brutally hard into his prostate. Ichigo felt like fainting from pleasure, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Grimmjow stilled inside him, Ichigo panting for breath as his legs tried to give out on him.

"Mine," Grimmjow purred, his tongue slipping over Ichigo's ear lobe. Ichigo shivered, his legs giving out under him. Grimmjow caught him, a chuckle rumbling in his chest. Ichigo groaned softly, Grimmjow running a hand over a twitching wing.

"Shut up," Ichigo whispered, Grimmjow kissing his neck.

"Beautiful."

Ichigo was moved to the tile floor outside the tub, Grimmjow holding his thighs open wide. Ichigo was a panting mess of flesh, shivering as Grimmjow pushed inside him again. Grimmjow leaned down, kissing his lips. Ichigo wrapped his arms around his neck and accidentally clawed his skin, Grimmjow growling into his mouth. He pulled away, Ichigo gasping when he slammed his hips against his ass.

"Do you want it?" Grimmjow asked, Ichigo nodding. Grimmjow started quick, brutal thrusts that left Ichigo breathless, his screams echoing in his ears. His prostate was being attacked, his insides pounded into shreds and his brain fucked out of his ears. Ichigo clawed at the tile ground, Grimmjow panting above him as he watched his perfect demon moan for him.

Grimmjow didn't care about what he was, didn't care what Ichigo was. He just wanted Ichigo to be only his own. He wanted Ichigo to only moan for him, to only scream for him. Grimmjow had never wanted anybody so badly in his life, and though it confused him he wasn't going to let go.

He could spend the rest of his days with Ichigo and be happy.

He loved Ichigo.

Maybe his friend was right, they were soul mates.

If someone told Grimmjow that he was an angel of death, that he would fall for the demon that tried to kill him, he would have punched them in the face.

But he had.

"Grimmjow!" Ichigo moaned, Grimmjow looking into those glowing golden eyes. Ichigo's eyes were barely opened but they were locked on Grimmjow, arousal swirling inside them. Grimmjow leaned down, kissing those perfect lips. Ichigo grabbed his shoulders, whimpering into his mouth. Grimmjow felt him take a part of his soul and energy, his eyes fluttering shut as he let him.

Yeah, he was in love.

Ichigo suddenly arched, a scream escaping his throat as he came. Grimmjow gasped when his body clamped around him, Ichigo pulling away from the kiss. Grimmjow came into his body, shaking on top of him as Ichigo panted on the floor. Ichigo's wings and horns dissipated, blood flowing in small rivers on the floor from their bodies.

Ichigo swallowed, Grimmjow laying his head on his chest as he lost the fight to keep himself up.

"I think I'll keep you Grimm."

Grimmjow chuckled, kissing Ichigo's nipple.

"I wasn't going to leave anyway."