The Morning After

Grimmjow woke up with a yawn, stretching himself to his full length. He looked over at the boy sleeping next to him and pulled him close, burying his face in Ichigo's hair.

Mmm, he smells like me now, Grimmjow thought as he held the warm body. His stomach growled and he wondered if he should go out hunting. He let go of Ichigo and searched for his clothing, pulling on his hakama as he sat in Ichigo's desk chair. Ichigo began to stir and Grimmjow looked over at him.

"You shouldn't be so comfortable with me around," Grimmjow told him. "What if I decided to slit your throat while you were sleeping?"

Ichigo just yawned.

"Ichigo, what...I mean..." Grimmjow wasn't usually the type to be at a loss for words, but he wasn't really sure what he wanted to communicate. "Last night..."

"Grimmjow?" Ichigo asked.

"Yeah, what?"

"Grimmjow?" Ichigo asked again, this time bolting forward into a sitting position, looking around the room.

"What the hell is wrong with you in the mornings, Kurosaki?" Grimmjow said with a rough laugh.

"Are you still here?" Ichigo asked.

Grimmjow froze. "What the hell do you mean? I'm right here, asshole."

Ichigo was still looking around. "I can't see you," he said. Ichigo could still vaguely sense that someone was in the room with him.

"You..." Grimmjow's eyes went wide. He pounced on Ichigo, pressing him back into the bed. "I'm right here!"

Ichigo was looking up at the force that was holding him down, but couldn't see anything. "I...I told you I was going to lose my powers..."

"...what?" Grimmjow said quietly, looking down at boy underneath him. "HOW DARE YOU!" he yelled. He grabbed Ichigo around the neck. "ICHIGO!" he screamed at him.

Ichigo's door burst open, a girl standing in the door way.

"Karin...I..." Ichigo said.

"Who is that?" Grimmjow asked Ichigo.

"I'm his sister," Karin said.

"You can see me?" Grimmjow asked.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Karin asked.

"Ichigo you idiot," Grimmjow said, still pinning down Ichigo. "Stop fucking around!"

"Grimmjow, I can't see you," Ichigo said.

"YOU CAN FUCKING SEE ME!" Grimmjow screamed.

"Stop hurting him!" Karin said, her eyes getting large.

Grimmjow jumped off of Ichigo and stood in the corner, watching him intently.

"I've lost all my spiritual powers," Ichigo explained both to Karin and Grimmjow. "I can't fight anymore. I can't even see anything spiritual anymore."

"Ichigo..." Karin said quietly.

"How is he?" Ichigo asked, trying to locate where in the room Grimmjow was.

"Pissed," Karin replied simply.

"You...you brought me here," Grimmjow said. "You guys beat everyone...you beat Aizen and brought me here...why? Why claim me if you were just going to abandon me? Huh!" As much as he hated the thought, Aizen had been his master. If Ichigo had beaten Aizen and claimed what was Aizen's as his own, it was only his right. Fraccion were claimed by either beating them, destroying their master, or having them submit to you. You could kill them and eat them right then, do it later, or have them hang around as your subordinates. They could go ahead and try to get stronger under you, try to beat you and take your place, or sometimes they were loyal followers, either way, they were yours. Anyone who touched your fraccion would die.

Grimmjow had never been anyone's fraccion. He had been forced to serve under Aizen, forced to be under several espada, but that was different in his mind. Ichigo had soundly beat him, and saved him, then come back for him. What other purpose would he have other than to have Grimmjow serve under him? Last night, after how close they had been, why would Ichigo do that and then just ignore him in the morning?

"LOOK AT ME!" Grimmjow yelled at Ichigo, who was still naked under the covers on the bed.

"He can't see you," Karin said, repeating the obvious.

"You can't take it away from me..." Grimmjow said, clenching his fists as he tried to think his way out of this situation. It had taken a lot of effort to not immediately pounce on Ichigo the second that he had woken up. He'd only been distracted by his hunger, but he had fully planned on immediately latching onto Ichigo the second he got back and not letting the shinigami even leave the comfort of the bed all day. He went to Ichigo's bed again, pulling Ichigo up forcefully and kissing him. He couldn't place the emotion he was feeling as Ichigo failed to respond.

"Um...Ichigo?" Karin asked awkwardly. "Did you sleep with that spirit?"

"I..." Ichigo was flushed red.

"Of course we slept," Grimmjow said.

"I meant had sex," Karin rolled her eyes.

"What's that?" Grimmjow asked.

"Wow," Karin responded. "Um...like...you know, naked...and stuff?"

"Grimmjow!" Ichigo said, not hearing his side of the conversation.

"Oh yeah, we did lots of that," Grimmjow said.

"I can't believe you fucked a ghost," Karin told Ichigo. "And he's a guy."

"Don't...don't use that language!" Ichigo yelled at his younger sister in shock.

It can't be gone, Grimmjow was thinking to himself. I can't never fight Ichigo again. I can't never...Grimmjow's mind was full of the sights and feel of the last night. Ichigo's moans and his taste, the warmth of his body, how his sweat slicked body felt when rubbing against Grimmjow. Maybe...maybe it was always like that? Maybe he could just...Grimmjow looked over at the girl who was still arguing with Ichigo.

"What..." Karin said, finding herself suddenly in Grimmjow's arms. He was looking at her intently.

"What's happening?" Ichigo asked quickly.

Grimmjow pulled the girl towards him, kissing her. He let her go quickly, frowning at her.

Karin mouth was open in shock. "WHAT THE HELL!" she yelled.

"It's not the same," Grimmjow said. Damn it. It was just like how fighting other people wasn't the same as fighting against Ichigo. "You..." he looked at Ichigo with anger. "WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME!"

"Karin!" Ichigo was trying to figure out what was happening.

"He kissed me," Karin stated.

"WHAT?" Ichigo said with a little panic. He felt himself being pushed back into the bed.

"I hate you," Grimmjow said with an angry sneer, leaning over the body below him. He got off and picked up Ichigo's chair, throwing it out Ichigo's window.

Ichigo flinched at the crash and shatter of glass.

"He jumped out the window," Karin told Ichigo.

"What is happening?" Ichigo's dad was in Ichigo's room now.

"Ichigo slept with a spirit, now he can't see the spirit, the spirit got mad and left. Oh, and he kissed me for some reason," Karin relied.

Isshin's eyes bulged slightly.

About a Year Later

Ichigo never drank, not that he didn't have a lot of opportunity to. For some reason though, as he sat dressed up as a surgeon surrounded by people he didn't know, he had indulged in getting slightly tipsy, progressing to possibly drunk. His eyes kept drifting towards the man in the corner, dressed at the Phantom of the Opera. His jet black hair was glossy and thick, but Ichigo ignored that in favor of the bright blue eyes that peaked out from behind his half mask. They seemed too bright to be natural, but the fact that there were probably contacts didn't both Ichigo in the least.

Ichigo's attentions hadn't gone unnoticed, and "The Phantom" gently pushed away the girl dressed as a pirate who kept trying to lean on his arm. Eventually he approached the lone figure sitting on the stool , where he hadn't moved aside from the occasional trip for more sake. He noticed with interest that Ichigo's hair seemed to be natural, and looked into those slightly hazy chocolate brown eyes with a smirk.

About after an hour of small talk, the two left the main room together, following the hallway of the large mansion. It took a couple of tries to find an empty room, but soon Ichigo was pressed against a bed, making out with the stranger with abandon.

The stranger, named Haruo, smiled and reached for his mask.

"Leave it on," Ichigo said huskily.

The man laughed. "Kind of kinky, eh?" he said, capturing the redhead's lips with his again.

The man suddenly made a choking noise and was lifted into the air by an invisible force.

Grimmjow held the man against the wall, his hand around the man's neck.

"Don't kill him!" Ichigo said with panic. Haruo was making gurgling noises. "GRIMMJOW!"

Grimmjow waited until the man was unconscious and then dropped his body with disgust. Ichigo hurried over, relieved to see that the man had only been knocked out.

Grimmjow turned his attention to Ichigo, grabbing him and tossing him onto the bed, leaping across Ichigo's body the second he hit the mattress.

"I'm sorry," Ichigo said.

Grimmjow growled. "Bad Ichigo," he said, pushing Ichigo's shoulders into the pad, sitting across his chest.

"Why can't you just leave?" Ichigo asked, not that he'd hear an answer.

"You know you're fucking mine," Grimmjow answered.

"He...reminded me of you," Ichigo said quietly.

"You smell like sake. You're a bad drunk," Grimmjow told the boy under him. "I shouldn't have let you wander off by yourself for so long."

"Grimmjow," Ichigo said lustily.

Grimmjow smirked. "That's right, I'm here now babe."

Ichigo reached across his chest, caressing it before pinching at his right nipple through his shirt, moaning slightly. Grimmjow backed off him slightly, to let him move. Ichigo pulled at his costume, laying back down completely naked. Grimmjow's eyes took in Ichigo's form possessively. He leaned forward and bit at Ichigo's inner thigh, knowing that the boy wouldn't be able to feel it, but that he'd bruise.

"Grimmjow," Ichigo said again, writhing in the bed. He took his erection into his hand and began to slowly pump.

Grimmjow was beyond turned on but didn't touch himself, despite how much his hard cock was now throbbing in his pants. "More, Ichigo," he said in Ichigo's ear, laying himself down next to the boy.

Ichigo continued to moan Grimmjow's name as he stroked himself. Grimmjow watched intently as a bead of sweat formed on Ichigo's forehead, watching Ichigo's face warm up and his lips redden as he got closer to his orgasm. He placed a hand on Ichigo's hip, forcing him to not buck up. Ichigo moaned as he felt the restraint, finally coming several seconds later. He watched with half hooded eyes as the come on his belly began to disappear.

"You're such a cumslut," Ichigo said, his voice slightly cracking.

Grimmjow just laughed as he continued to lick at Ichigo, cleaning him off fully.

"I'll kill the next one," Grimmjow threatened.

"I miss you," Ichigo said.

"Kisuke told me that he could try and inject you with something to get your powers back at least temporarily, but it seems too dangerous to me. Your dad didn't seem to think it was a good idea either," Grimmjow told the deaf Ichigo. Honestly, even the weird shopkeeper hadn't thought that it would work either, but Grimmjow hounded him constantly about it so he had told him about the possibility. Karin had shut down the idea even quicker than Isshin had though.

"What will I do when you give up and leave me?" Ichigo asked quietly.

"It won't happen."

A/N: A little more explanation of Grimmjow/Ichigo's family in the next chapter, as well as what Grimmjow has been up to over time.