Payback

A/N: Ok, I said this would be the last chapter and then I'd do a sequel, but instead I'm going to just keep everything together and do arcs. It's easier than making everyone go to different fics all the time. So Arc 1: "Who is Ichigo?" is over with this chapter. There will be about two chapters after this as in interlude into the next arc. Arc 2 will be about Ichigo and co. going after Hallibel. I'll give a little description of the Hallibel arc at the end of this chapter. Also, I really did try to write her name using "r" but it just looks silly to me, and people tend to not call her Tia.

Also, there's a lemon in this chapter (I think the boys might throttle me if I didn't let them indulge themselves finally).

"Hallibel killed your mother?" Grimmjow repeated in shock. "Why?"

"Well, we think Aizen gave the order, but I'm not sure why. My father was a former intelligence officer, actually pretty high up, and my mother was an ex-CIA agent. However, she had only been a desk jockey and didn't really rank, not to mention that she hadn't been a part of the agency since shortly before she married my father. I've double checked with the CIA records, and she was not active and hadn't been for a decade," Ichigo explained.

Grimmjow could tell that Ichigo was trying to relay the facts as stoically as possible, but he could see how hard Ichigo was now gripping his coffee cup. "So," Grimmjow said after a couple of moments of silence. "I know Harribel is on your personal shit list, but does Interpol want her?"

"Actually, we think she's been working with Kaname Tosen the whole time," Ichigo stated.

"So then you do still get to go after her."

"Absolutely," Ichigo said grimly.

"Why did you come back?" Grimmjow asked.

"Well, I came back to Karakura because I live here," Ichigo said. "Besides, I have to keep up my grades. I needed to turn in my final projects."

"Oh yeah, for that video game career you're going into," Grimmjow replied sarcastically.

"Hey, I'm pretty good at it," Ichigo retorted.

"You're not going to be able to pal around college with your friends for too much longer," Grimmjow said seriously.

"I know that," Ichigo said. "Most likely I'll be leaving in a few months once we've tracked Hallibel."

"You're being optimistic about that. It could be years."

"You know why I really came back to class," Ichigo told Grimmjow.

"Yeah, to laugh at my shocked face."

Ichigo rolled his eyes. "Look, before I couldn't fully trust you, and even if I had I couldn't really tell you anything. I came back to tell you who I was. I didn't have to do that. I came back because I was hoping..." he trailed off, just looking at Grimmjow, who was looking at him blankly. "You know I came back for you, why are you being so difficult about it?" Ichigo finally said.

"Is it really that hard to say, kid? That you like me?" Grimmjow asked.

"I haven't really had a normal life. I've had exactly one serious relationship, and that didn't really go according to plan," Ichigo said.

Grimmjow was frowning. "What? Did that bastard Byakuya cheat on your or something?"

"No, he's not the type. It just...didn't work. Look, my point is I have a hard time opening up to people and I have a lot of very good reasons for that," Ichigo said.

"Yeah, because I'm all sunshine and rainbows over here," Grimmjow replied, looking over at Ichigo seriously.

"Can't you just be that crazy stalker/sex deprived professor who would do almost anything to get into my pants again?"

"Tell me you want me," Grimmjow said, leaning over the table, looking into Ichigo's eyes.

"I want you."

"Promise me you're not going to disappear without telling me," Grimmjow stated, getting up and walking over to Ichigo's chair.

"I won't disappear without telling you," Ichigo promised. "You know, unless I get shot or something."

Grimmjow growled. "Ichigo..." he complained.

"Sorry."

"Promise me that this won't be a one time thing," Grimmjow asked the boy sitting in front of him.

"I'd like...to have something more serious with you," Ichigo said.

Grimmjow pulled Ichigo out of the chair, leaning in close to his face, his hands on Ichigo's shoulders. "Tell me you want me again."

"I want you, Grimmjow," Ichigo said softly, his lips almost touching Grimmjow's.

Grimmjow kissed him, this time not in the desperate way he had responded before. Everything between him and Ichigo had always been hurried, so this time he took his time. His hands pulled Ichigo's body flush to his body. He eventually pulled away, but then pulled Ichigo's head towards his chest, laying his chin on Ichigo's head. "I was really worried about you," Grimmjow said quietly. "No one would tell me anything."

"I'm sorry," Ichigo murmured.

Grimmjow just held him close for awhile. He absently wondered how Ichigo's hair could be so spiky looking but still seem so soft on his face. And why the hell did he smell so good? Grimmjow buried his face in Ichigo's hair and then tickled Ichigo's ear with his nose. Ichigo shied away, squirming slightly against Grimmjow. Grimmjow automatically reacted to Ichigo's body moving against his, his fingers digging into Ichigo's back as he gave a quiet groan.

Ichigo's face was hidden as he gave a small smile. He tipped his head upward and began to lace Grimmjow's neck with feathery kisses. Grimmjow moaned, stretching his neck slightly to give Ichigo better access.

Ichigo decided to take things up a notch. The last couple of weeks had been agony. The fact that he had failed his mission and most likely completely alienated himself from Grimmjow had been a toxic combination. His bosses weren't mad at him, they were still still trying to find the leak that had given away their plan to Tosen. Yoruichi assured him that they had put a couple of very dangerous people behind bars. But...Tosen had gotten away...and above all...Hallibel had gotten away. Even though the records showed that it was most likely Aizen that had ordered the death of his mother, things weren't exactly clear. All he knew was who had pulled the trigger, and he had definitely recognized the woman in the pictures he had looked over.

Grimmjow had been interesting, challenging, fun to play with, and most of all, passionate. He liked that he could clearly see in Grimmjow's eyes when he was turning him on. He had grown tired of guessing games when he had dated Byakuya. He had grown tired of caution and poise and of having to have a clear head all the time. Of course it helped him stay alive in the field, but he wanted to lose himself in a person and be so gone that he couldn't hold back even if he wanted to.

He had wanted all of that from Grimmjow, but he knew that Grimmjow was the type that could easily hold of grudge, so...the last couple of weeks had been agony.

With all of this in mind, Ichigo began to speed up his assault on Grimmjow's neck, latching him onto him passionately. He kneaded at Grimmjow's ass and pressed up against him, knowing that pulling him closer would let him feel how hard Ichigo was.

"Ah!" Grimmjow moaned.

Taking this as a good sign, Ichigo brought his hands under Grimmjow's shirt, running his hands along the skin. Grimmjow claimed Ichigo's lips again as Ichigo began to tug Grimmjow's shirt upward, their lips separating briefly to get the piece of clothing over Grimmjow's head.

Ichigo began to slip his hands under the waistband of Grimmjow pants. His heart pounded as he got to the base of Grimmjow's penis.

Grimmjow growled and pulled out Ichigo's hands, holding them above his head, his eyes piercing into Ichigo's own. Ichigo's face was flushed and he was slightly panting. Grimmjow pushed Ichigo backward, not releasing his hands, forcing Ichigo to the bed when the boy's legs pressed up against the top of the mattress.

He fell onto Ichigo heavily. He moaned slightly as he pressed himself into Ichigo several times, rubbing his confined erection along Ichigo's trapped legs.

Grimmjow leaned back enough to quickly pull off Ichigo's shirt and made quick work of Ichigo's pants, unzipping them and pulling them and Ichigo's underwear off at the same time. He took a moment to look at the naked body underneath him, Ichigo's body was sprawled out, his legs wide, his hands on either side of him pulling at the sheets, inviting Grimmjow to fully take advantage of him.

Quickly Grimmjow removed his own remaining clothing, Ichigo watching him, his eyes gleaming with desire. He jumped back onto Ichigo, not giving him time to move, pressing the entirety of his naked body into Ichigo's bare skin. Grimmjow kissed Ichigo again, loving the feeling of Ichigo's hands on his bare back, the feeling of Ichigo's legs wrapping around his own.

Grimmjow ran his hands down Ichigo's side slowly, settling them on Ichigo's hips. He leaned down and gently tongued the head of Ichigo's cock.

"Ugh," Ichigo moaned, moving his hands down to Grimmjow head, running his fingers through the thick blue hair.

Grimmjow looked up at him with amusement lighting his bright blue eyes to an even more electric blue. Ichigo was startled by their clarity, and felt himself melt a little as Grimmjow gave a slightly twisted half smile. "Gri..." he started to say, breaking it off as Grimmjow's hot mouth fully engulfed him. "Aw, god, Grimmjow," Ichigo moaned as Grimmjow worked himself along his length with his lips and tongue.

Grimmjow played around with Ichigo awhile longer, but then pulled himself away.

"I...there's something..." Ichigo was trying to catch his breath. He was vaguely pointing off to the right.

Grimmjow found the bottle of lube easily. He knelt on the bed in front of Ichigo, pouring out some of the slick liquid onto his fingers. He paused and raised an eyebrow. "You bleach your ass?" Grimmjow asked.

"Er...yeah..." Ichigo said, slightly embarrassed.

Flashing Ichigo a grin Grimmjow gently rubbed just outside of Ichigo's hole, warming it slightly before sticking in a single digit. "So, you shave your balls and bleach your asshole just for the hell of it?"

"Not...exactly," Ichigo replied, his breath hitching slightly as Grimmjow entered a second finger. "I was just hoping to...be with you today...so I uh..."

"Got all nice and pretty for me?" Grimmjow smiled at him. "Well, I'd hate for you to get all cleaned up for nothing," Grimmjow said, pulling his fingers apart to stretch Ichigo wider. He leaned forward and kissed along Ichigo's inner thigh, eventually putting in another finger.

Ichigo was thrusting back into his fingers now, much to Grimmjow's delight. He pressed in deeply and brushed up against Ichigo's prostate, enjoying the sound of pleasure that Ichigo made. He quickly pulled out his fingers and coated his erection with more lube. Grimmjow paused a moment to look at Ichigo, then pressed himself in steadily.

"You ok?" Grimmjow said once he was seated inside. He was sure that Ichigo would have said something if something wasn't ok but he was trying to get his mind off of how fantastic Ichigo felt. It's been too long, Grimmjow thought to himself, relishing the warmth wrapped around him. It's been too long since I've had sex in general, and it's seemed even longer since I laid my eyes on and wanted Ichigo. After Grimmjow had gotten out of jail he had spent a couple of weekends having practically anonymous sex with various guys he had picked up in clubs. It hadn't been anything special though. It had been a long time since he had had really good fantastic sex, and he couldn't recall ever having been as into someone as he was with Ichigo.

"I'm...perfect," Ichigo replied.

"Mmm," Grimmjow agreed.

"I'm good now," Ichigo told him.

Grimmjow pulled out slowly and pushed himself back in as far as he could, feeling the strain in his legs, and loving the way Ichigo was bowed up under him. He quickly began to pick up the pace, changing his angles until he found the exact one that made Ichigo's moans become almost frantic.

"Grimmjow!" Ichigo called out.

He leaned back, his face facing upward for a moment, his eyes closed, his sweat making his hair stick to his flushed face. He opened his eyes and looked up at Grimmjow again. Grimmjow met them, loving that he for once saw a little softness and vulnerability in those brown eyes. Not breaking contact with Ichigo's eyes, he reached forward and began to pump at Ichigo's erection. He saw Ichigo's eyes go wide, watched his chest move as he gasped for air, and finally, Ichigo biting his lip as he came, only to still explode out with a final, "Grimmjow!" as the first spurt of his come hit his stomach.

Grimmjow grunted as he felt Ichigo clamp down all around him, the heat and tightness increasing to almost a painful level and then pushing him over to the top into bliss. He pressed himself as deeply as he could into Ichigo, feeling himself pump out in the body below him, watching Ichigo's eyes linger on his face and his body, taking his lover in at his moment of completion.

With closed eyes, Grimmjow panted as he held himself above Ichigo's, both their bodies now stilling. With what seemed like a herculean effort, his pulled himself out and crawled next to the redhead who was now smiling at him.

Ichigo hummed happily into Grimmjow's shoulder as he was held in a tight embrace until both of their hearts stopped racing. Grimmjow kissed Ichigo's temple and closed his eyes. Ichigo promised himself he'd get up and clean himself off, but Grimmjow didn't let him go, and he wound up drifting off into a dreamless sleep for the first time in a long time.

Grimmjow woke him up two hours later, muttering deeply filthy things into his ear as he needily rubbed at Ichigo's still naked body.

The next morning, Ichigo woke up with his hands secured to the bed frame by a pair of metal handcuffs. He looked hazily around the room, but didn't see Grimmjow. His eyes widened and his heart began to pound.

No...

Ichigo closed his eyes for a second, trying to collect himself, trying to calm down. "Grimmjow?" he asked, even though he could see that the bathroom door was open and seemed to be unoccupied. He felt something clench deep inside of him, but resisted the urge to cry. It would be better to scream, he told himself, but he wasn't feeling angry, just deeply sad.

He watched the small stream of light that was filtered between the heavy hotel curtains move its way across the floor and wondered how long he'd be stuck in this position.

He stiffened as he heard someone at the door, and tried to push at much of himself under the covers as possible so he wouldn't scare the cleaning lady more than necessary.

Grimmjow opened the door, holding a bag of food and two steaming cups of coffee.

"Grimmjow," Ichigo said, his voice giving away his relief.

"Sorry," Grimmjow apologized. "I didn't want you to run away while I was off grabbing us some food."

"I thought you had left," Ichigo admitted.

"Aw, is that why my little strawberry is so worked up?" Grimmjow said with a wide grin.

"YOUR WHAT!" Ichigo yelled.

"Wow, zero to sixty in nothing flat, eh?" Grimmjow replied with a smirk.

"Like you can talk. You probably have a worse temper than I do," Ichigo said petulantly.

"Darling then? Grimmjow asked.

"No."

"Sweetiekins?"

Ichigo rolled his eyes.

"Babycakes?"

"I hope to god that you are trying deliberately to piss me off," Ichigo moaned.

"Aw, I'm just trying to distract from the fact that I haven't unlocked your cuffs yet," Grimmjow replied.

Ichigo blinked and then looked the cuffs, then back at Grimmjow. He shook them a little to make his point.

"Nah-uh," Grimmjow said, sitting down at the table and pulling food out. He casually sipped at his coffee.

"Grimmjow," Ichigo intoned with a glower, pulling on the handcuffs.

"Hey, be gentle with those. They were a gift," Grimmjow told him.

"Who gives handcuffs as a gift?" Ichigo complained.

"You do," Grimmjow smirked.

Ichigo's face fell as he recalled leaving the cuffs on Grimmjow's desk the day after locking him to his futon.

Next up, 2 (or so) chapters will lead up to the next arc. Description: Shiro does something shocking and Nnoitra is up in arms. Of course, being kidnapped doesn't help things, even if you were kind of trying to get kidnapped. Unexpectedly, the situation forces Grimmjow's hand and he finally confesses to Ichigo.

Then

Arc 2 "Hallibel": Everyone goes undercover to find Hallibel. Actually, she's easy to find, but hard to pin down. Ichigo and Shiro go undercover as strippers at a hostess club that Hallibel runs as a information gathering point, while Nnoitra and Grimmjow take over the local drug trade to get rep as up and coming drug traffickers.