I'm so sorry for the late update, but things are still kind of hectic and I'm way behind on my writing. The puppies are doing great, but I'm taking care of them by myself so I don't have a lot of time to write. I miss posting and I know it is a bad idea for me to post now, but I feel bad for making you guys wait and I don't want you guys to forget about this story.

Chapter 16

Ichigo looked at him dumbfounded. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. It didn't make any sense. This wasn't Ble-wait, never mind.

"I'm a what?" Damn he felt like Harry Potter right now. If he thought his reality was shattered before then it was completely gone now. He had no choice to believe what he was hearing despite him not exactly being cloaked like the Grim Reaper and he definitely didn't look anything like Ryuk from Death Note.

Grimmjow looked back and forth between the two. "Wait, are you trying to tell me that Ichigo is a death god? I've only heard about them in stories. Are they seriously real?"

"Wait, how the hell do you know what shinigami are? You grew up in Germany, shinigami legends are Japanese." Ichigo questioned. Wasn't this getting a bit too complicated? About a week or so ago he learned that vampires were real as well as the existence of hunters, and that one of his best friends was one and the other one was planning to marry her and turn into one as well. Now there was this new information that was coming out of left field. Isn't this a bit too crazy?

Now that he thought about it, whenever Uryu talked he never explicitly said 'the existence of vampires' he always said 'the existence of the supernatural' like there was more than just vampires. He never really thought too much about it. There was no way he was able to conclude that shinigami existed!

"What do you want me to call it, soul reaper? I lived for around two hundred years. That's enough time to learn a few languages and cultures." Grimmjow groaned.

"Not long enough to know that shinigami exist apparently." Ichigo mumbled under his breath.

The sandy-haired man cleared his throat bringing the attention back on him. "Back to the topic at hand, I'm pretty sure this is all new to you, but no one ever said that vampires are the only other supernatural thing out there. There are spirits too, and of course when there are spirits there are shinigami." He commented, getting up from his chair and turning his back towards the two on the bed. His cloak whipped outwards over-dramatically.

"Of course there is an entire other story for them too, but I think I've told you enough. This isn't something that I should be teaching you. This is something you should learn from experience, not taught by some guy you've just met." As he was about to leave the room he turned around. "I bought you both tickets to go back to Japan tomorrow night. Make sure you're packed."

The door shut behind him. Grimmjow blinked a few times and turned back to Ichigo. "Looks like I am coming with you. If he didn't get me a ticket I would have gotten one myself, but it looks like I didn't need to put in the extra effort."

Ichigo's mind was swimming. He didn't even realize Grimmjow said anything, allowing himself to fall backwards onto the bed and covering his eyes with his arm. He had to get used to everything fast. He had no idea what it meant to be a shinigami. He never associated himself with death. He never went into a Goth faze and this was the first time he ever realized that he had powers. He seriously hoped that he wasn't destined to be something that fought against humanity. It sounded ridiculous, an aspiring doctor being a god of death.

Death has a very negative connotation. Humans have accepted that death is inevitable, but they still fear it more than anything. We have no idea what comes after so we just make up stories to bring comfort, but there is no way to prove that those stories are true, the only explanation being 'faith.'

He had no idea what that guy meant when he said that he had to try and figure out his powers by himself. Most of the time he used his powers by instinct, the only one he knew how to control was the one that worked kinda like the Unrelenting Force shout from Skyrim. Seriously, it's not like he could just Google search shinigami or rent a book from the library on them. He never heard of Ryuk doing anything like this. Aren't shinigami's jobs carrying souls of the dead to the other side? He never did anything like that nor did he have the desire to. He was confused, but one person came to mind that he could ask for help.

Ichigo lay silently in the hospital bed with his arms on either side of him and focused on trying to go back to his inner world. He had no idea what he was doing, but he knew he needed to start from somewhere. The cliché action was meditation right? It is a stupidly overused method in fantasy stories with this sort of thing, but he needed to start from somewhere.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Grimmjow asked. "Didn't you hear me?"

"I'm trying to do something. Can you go talk to those vampires or something? That guy suggested you go make some new friends and I need to figure out this shinigami shit."

Ichigo felt him get up off the bed and heard the door close, leaving him alone in his room.

He eventually fell asleep since meditation while lying down tends to lead to that, but when he woke up he was surrounded by the blue sky. He lifted himself off the side of the building, and looked around. He was alone, but he was definitely in his inner world. How he got there he had no idea. Apparently meditation was the answer. How cliché, but that was nothing new. He intended to go there, but he wanted to go mainly because he wanted to talk to the guy he met though he couldn't see him anywhere. He couldn't be too far, right?

"Hey." Ichigo called out into the distance, but nobody came, he didn't even hear the echo of his own voice. He didn't feel alone though as if he was being watched at a distance. Oddly enough Ichigo didn't feel weird from that like a normal person would. "I know you are here, but where are you?"

"Over here." A voice said. Ichigo turned around to see his clone standing behind him.

"Geez, why didn't you come out when I called you the first time?" Ichigo asked.

"I was curious to see if ya knew ma name." He said. "I'm a little disappointed that ya left before I finished talkin'."

Ichigo felt a pang of guilt. He didn't remember what happened, but he woke up to Grimmjow shaking him. He didn't know who this guy was, but if he wasn't just some sort of inner voice shit and was a real entity with his own name then he probably treat him like he would anyone else.

"Can you tell me what your name is now then?" Ichigo asked.

"Nah," He said. "Ya gotta prove yerself all over again."

Out of nowhere a sword appeared in his other self's hand and he threw it towards Ichigo. He immediately dove out of the way sweat running down his neck, trailing down his back and his eyes grew as large as saucers.

"What the hell? That's so dangerous! Who the hell passes a sword like that?" He yelled at the figure standing away from him. Usually Ichigo wouldn't take such a familiar tone with someone he just met, but for some reason he felt like he knew this guy forever and didn't mind being a little rude to him like he would an old friend or a family member.

"Ya can't get hurt in yer own inner world, King," The guy shrugged. "Come on, pick it up."

Ichigo looked at the sword that was lying a few feet away from him. He never held a sword before and he didn't know what was expected of him. He walked over and picked it up carefully, unsure of what to do next as he gripped onto the end.

"Great now, fight me." The figure said dashing towards him, another sword appearing in his hand mid-dash.

Ichigo's hands immediately became clammy holding the grip of the sword. He brought it up in front of him, automatically blocking the incoming attack which caused his blood to drain from the face as he was pushed back from the ferociousness of the attack.

"Hold on! I don't know how to fight with a sword! Why should I be fighting you?" Ichigo yelled at the face that was now inches in front of him that now held an evil smile and deep dark eyes that was filled with the intent to kill. They really looked alike. They were the same height and had the same definition of his muscles. The only difference was the way he was colored and his expression was way more aggressive than his. It really was surreal to look at him, but here he was proving that he did have a physical form, at least in his inner world.

"Yer actions don' match yer words." His clone said clanging off of the sword in Ichigo's hand. "If ya don' wanna fight with a sword then fight with yer voice."

The swords disappeared from both of their grasps and Ichigo's clone let out an inaudible shout, but coming from it was a large blast of wind. Ichigo was launched sideways down towards the bottom of the building. He slid against the walls and tumbled before he came to a stop flat on his back.

He wasn't hurt, but he was a little shaken. He thought that they could be friends, but it seems that he wasn't planning on getting along just yet. This guy definitely had a fickle personality.

"What is the point of us fighting?" Ichigo asked again pulling himself off the horizontal wall and bracing himself for another voice attack. He wasn't expecting the other to use the same kind of attack he does, but it made sense. This guy was him after all, isn't he?

"Do ya honestly think that a complete stranger would be ya best friend if ya ask fer their name? Guess ya never really were good at makin' friends." He responded. "Ya ask ma name and ya didn' hear it. Personally, I don' mind not doin' things in order. So fer the first time ever let's try ta do things ma way."

He attacked him again, but Ichigo was prepared for it he pushed against it and slid back a few inches rather than being blown back completely, he was already losing ground. Ichigo was able to shove past it and he attempted to try to use the same attack. He succeeded.

His opponent was able to push past it though creating a wedge with two of his hands, splitting the blast and making it part like the red sea.

"Good ta see that ya remembered how ta do that, though a shinigami never fergets how ta call out their power. That isn' gonna be enough ta beat me though. Think back, that wasn' the first time ya used yer powers."

Yeah, Ichigo used his powers before, always unknowingly. He was able to resist Grimmjow's and Kaname's spells and he was able to fight off the others while he was in the science lab. He mended Grimmjow's arm somehow. It didn't seem like a power suited for a supposed shinigami, a god of death, but he was glad that he was able to do it.

"Can ya really not think 'bout it?" His clone asked charging towards Ichigo, but not with his voice ready, but his fist. "I'm disappointed since I've been 'ere yer entire life."

Ichigo blocked his fist, for the first time actually making physical contact with him. His hand felt cold like he went outside in the cold winter without gloves and even though he was fighting against him he felt a little comfort from the feeling of his flesh. He didn't really feel threatened by him no matter how scary and intimidating his clone was.

Ichigo was kicked swiftly in the stomach. His opponent had a very similar fighting style to him as if he seriously was a clone of him. You'd think that it would be easier to fight because he would know what to expect, but it was actually difficult. He knew what was coming, but he didn't know how to stop it. He had to look for the faults in his own fighting style to be able to square off against him. It was like he was insulting himself.

That was when he realized that he has always had his powers. When he fought against Yammy he was able to punch him without feeling the same pain he felt when he first slapped Grimmjow or fought against Aizen, Grimmjow's tracking spell became less and less effective over time, he was able to heal a lot faster after being attacked by vampire venom. Originally he slept for three days, but after that he woke up as soon as he fought it off.

This guy was trying to make him remember his last fist fight. The fight he had yesterday with Yammy. It was a weird fight since he should have come out completely broken, but he didn't even chip a bone. The guy tackled him and broke his bed in half, but he was fine. Not only that, he was able to perform maneuvers that he never did before. He remembered the sensation of the time slowing down around him. Was that one of his powers too? There was only one way to find out.

Ichigo's eyes intensified on his copy that was brawling with him, and there it was. His peripheral vision blurred as he focused on the enemy in front of him. He could see through every attack that he was throwing and Ichigo saw every fault in his fighting style. It was kind of depressing to see his weaknesses. He saw an opening when his opponent threw a right hook on the back of his forearm. Ichigo shoved to the side knocking him off balance before kicking him in the stomach.

His opponent slid back with a lecherous smile plastered across his face. "Ya figured it out, huh?"

Ichigo nodded, his vision returned to normal and it seemed that the flow of time did as well. "I think I did. You've always been there, huh? I don't know who you are, but you've seen everything and drove my instinct whenever I fought. Even if it was just a street fight I always came out on top because of you. You seriously were always there."

His clone plopped down into a sitting position. "Thanks fer the flattery." He said. "Ya still don' know who I am, but it's a start even if took ya two hours to get there."

Ichigo backtracked. He didn't even realize he was there for so long. He got so lost in the fight that he didn't notice time fly by. His perception of time must have been screwed up while he was there. He had no idea that he was there for so long even though it only felt like a couple of minutes. He's never fought for that long before and he didn't feel any fatigue. Probably for the same reason he couldn't feel any pain, this was all in his head.

"Shinigami always have ta adapt ta the world around them. The rules change on Earth all the time. Even the way people come inta this world is changin', but the law of death will always exist and it will always work the same way. It is impossible ta be truly immortal. The true power of a shinigami is the power ta change."

"What's your name?" Ichigo asked again.

"I guess ya deserve to hear it." His clone said closing one eye and yawning. "It's Zangetsu, nice ta meet ya."

Ichigo looked at him oddly. The name sounded familiar like he has heard it before. This guy was seriously always there for him, wasn't he? Even though he was also kind of an ass, Ichigo has learned to put up with assholes since he had one as a roommate and now a boyfriend. He couldn't help, but feel a bit of comfort from the name. Something didn't feel right about it though.

"It feels a little weird to call you that." Ichigo admitted. "Can I call you Shiro or something?"

"Why the fuck would ya call me that?" He asked. "That ain't ma name."

"I don't know why, but I feel like a lot of people would get upset if I called you that, either that or it would confuse them and make things more complicated. What's wrong with Shiro?" Ichigo stated.

"It's so boring. It literally means 'white.' How uncreative can ya be?"

"There is nothing wrong with a simple nickname." Ichigo protested.

"Why are ya so hung up on 'Shiro'?" The white man asked switching positions so that he was lying down and closing his eyes. "Yer the only one who can hear me so no one knows about ma existence. Ma name is Zangetsu and if somehow someone tells ya ta call me Shiro tell them ta fuck off."

"I guess you're right, but I'm still gonna call you Shiro. Look I don't need to cause any problems and it's harmless. Don't worry about it." Ichigo said sitting down besides his clone.

The other opened his eyes lazily. "Whateva ya want, King. Get outta here already."

Ichigo's eyes shot opened to see the white ceiling of the hospital room. Sitting by his bed was Kisuke Urahara who just seemed to let himself in. He wore a smug smile when he saw Ichigo's dazed expression.

"Welcome back, it seems that you've figured something out." He said.

Ichigo sat up and turned his body over so that his feet hung over the side of the bed. He felt his head sting a little, protesting that he take things a bit slowly.

"Easy there, you aren't used to that transition yet."

Ichigo ignored him and looked at the dean. He had so many questions that he wanted to ask, but he knew this guy wasn't planning on telling him anything. It seemed that Shiro wasn't exactly the talking kind so it seemed that he really did need to figure it out. Maybe there will be situations where more of his powers make themselves known. He really hoped not since he only used his powers when he was in danger or in a desperate situation. He wasn't so curious that he wished harm on himself just so he can learn more about his powers.

"How do you know all of this?" He asked.

"Oh, curious are you? Sorry, it's still too early for you to learn that." He said opening his fan to cover his face. It was so frustrating to have all of the answers right in front of him, but this guy didn't plan to tell him anything. What was so magical about learning all this shit for himself?

"As much fun as it seems to talk about your discoveries I'm not here for that now." Urahara said. "I'm here to give you your tickets. I've called your dad already and he said that he would be able to pick you up from the airport when you land."

Ichigo nodded, first questioning how he was able to call his dad before quickly answering his own question, emergency contact number. How many instances has he been in where that number should have been called? The first time the school is actually using it is when he needs to be picked up? That's pretty messed up, but it makes sense if they are trying to keep the entire vampire school thing a secret.

"I've talked to your professors already and they've already transferred your credits over. A lot of them protested, but now you have A's in all of your classes. It looks like your GPA is going to get a large boost."

Ichigo nodded. He was a little disappointed that he didn't get to spend more time with his friends and he was going to leave while Izuru was still out of commission. He wanted to be there when Rukia came over and turned Renji and he wanted to introduce her to everyone.

He was excited to go home and see Rukia before she took off herself and he didn't see his sisters in so long. On the verge of vampirism he even begrudgingly admitted that he missed his dorky dad, but now that he was out of danger he wasn't going to let himself think like that. It was too sappy.

It made sense that he was in danger there and it would be safer in his hometown. He may have had powers now, but he still didn't fully understand how to use them yet or how well he'll fair against vampires, even if Grimmjow was there offering him support.

He did fear what was waiting for him there though. If Aizen disappeared from this school then he may have went home also he thought for sure he would be dragged to Germany with Grimmjow. He still wasn't that sure about whether he was okay with going to Germany or even if he should become a vampire or not. Now that he learned that he was a shinigami he was even more confused. Can shinigami even become vampires? He did suffer vampirism twice, but he wasn't sure if vampirism has a different rule that applies to him.

"I've talked with my dad." Grimmjow said. "I told him that I'm leaving to go to Japan for a bit. I'll make sure nothing bad happens."

"Wait, you're coming with me?" Ichigo asked.

"I literally said that I was like two hours ago, but you told me to leave you alone." Grimmjow groaned. "Heck even this guy said he bought me a plane ticket too."

A warmth filled Ichigo's chest. He was happy that he didn't have to go home alone and it was reassuring to have Grimmjow come with him. He didn't feel safe when he was alone especially since Aizen escaped and he didn't want to give up his relationship that was just starting to blossom.

Ichigo turned back to Urahara and admitted something that he probably shouldn't have. "I feel like if I get A's in all of my classes it's cheating."

Grimmjow interrupted. "If you say something stupid like 'I don't feel like I deserve being given free credits and a raised GPA' or 'I'm in college to learn,' I'll be really pissed off."

Ichigo blushed. Was his personality that easy to predict at this point? It seemed like it since Grimmjow held his temples when he saw his blushing face, knowing that he hit the nail on the head.

"I fucking knew it." He groaned under his breath.

A grin spread across Urahara's face as well. His mouth was covered by his fan and his eyes were shadowed by his hat, but Ichigo could feel him beaming at them. Was he silently shipping them? Ichigo just met this guy, but it seems that he figured out this guy was some sort of closet pervert.

"Like I said, I bought two plane tickets. I knew you wouldn't want to leave Ichigo so early and I'm pretty sure Stark would have wanted you to pursue him if you truly think you love him." Urahara said, pulling out two slips of paper and boarding passes. Ichigo wasn't going to ask how this guy was able to get tickets in their names, but he wasn't going to ask questions. It'll be too complicated. "Pack your things and say goodbye to your friends. You are leaving tomorrow morning."

Both Ichigo and Grimmjow were released from the health service building after Urahara left. Their injuries weren't serious enough to justify them staying there and they needed to get a head start on packing.

Grimmjow's largest injury, his detached arm, was taken care of by Ichigo miraculously by his new found powers the night before. Now that he was replaying the event in his head though that power doesn't exactly seem like a power a supposed death god should poses. He wasn't complaining though. Ichigo originally had a bunch of scrapes, splinters, and broken glass lodged in his skin, but it was taken care of the night before.

Usually they would put up a fight if a patient wanted to leave before they were ready even if they found that there was no point to staying there. They were probably stressed since after the battle there were no more available beds left with five more bed being filled just after last night.

The door to their room was replaced. Somehow between the time Grimmjow ran off to rescue Ichigo and the time they got back maintenance took care of everything. Even more miraculous though was that nothing was stolen from their room. It was true that the hunters went to their room to retrieve any stuff that they wanted for the night. It seemed like while they were there they ordered a new door to be put up and made sure that no greedy night owls stepped into their room.

The only thing that was missing was Ichigo's destroyed bed. Ichigo's suitcase that was hidden under the bed was there though with his bed sheets, comforter, and pillow was folded on top of it. Miraculously his suitcase wasn't destroyed when the bed collapsed onto it with both Yammy and Ichigo on top.

Grimmjow wrapped his arms around Ichigo's waist when he shut and locked the door behind them. He nuzzled himself in his neck and felt Ichigo's skin heat up under his touch. A smile stretched across his face as he slightly rocked with him in his arms.

"Looks like this'll be our last night as roommates." He said gruffly.

"Yeah," Ichigo said silently.

Grimmjow held the back of his head and pulled him into a kiss. He still didn't tell Ichigo his intentions of making him stay with him so he had no choice, but to slowly convince him. He didn't have any complaints though. It was an excuse to be flirty with him.

"It's a good thing that you are mostly packed already from when you had that freak out. Now we have more time to ourselves before we leave tomorrow." Grimmjow said pulling away slightly from Ichigo before diving back into a more passionate kiss that only lasted a second. "Whatcha wanna do?"

Ichigo's laugh was stifled by Grimmjow's lips. He knew what he was implying. Grimmjow knew it was selfish of him to be demanding of Ichigo when he knew that he wanted to say goodbye to his friends. He may have wanted to check to see if that large breasted girl he was locked up with was okay, though Grimmjow wasn't exactly fond of her.

He might have wanted to visit or leave a note for the guy that was attacked or ask how the hunter and the hunter wanna-be were doing especially since the hunter was also hospitalized after the fight yesterday. He probably wanted most of all was to talk to his best friend and apologize for bailing on him after he learned all his deep secrets just to leave when he was about to be turned. It would probably be best if he talked to Nel himself since their dad asked her to keep an eye on him to make sure he stayed out of trouble. She didn't exactly do that well of a job.

Grimmjow ignored all these factors following his own lust. The night before hyped up his adrenaline and now that Aizen disappeared off of the map it was now settling on him how happy he was to see that Ichigo was safe and in his arms once again. He didn't know what the future held for them, but he could make that moment feel like it didn't matter.

"Pack," Ichigo said plainly.

Grimmjow let go of him and laughed, holding his forehead as he threw his head back. He never changed. He knew Ichigo wasn't the lovey-dovey type and typically he wasn't either. He was never in a real relationship and he definitely wanted to try acting more passionate, but he couldn't help but love when Ichigo acted shyly or realistically. It made him easy to predict and that made it fun to mess with him since he knew that he would get a reaction out of him.

Grimmjow knew that he was acting in self-defense, not that he needed defending rather his pride did. He could tell by looking at the pink color tinting his skin that he was embarrassed just thinking about what Grimmjow had in mind. Grimmjow couldn't help, but drink it in, though he did wish he was drinking something else though.

He was able to swallow the blood that was provided to him in the health service building and even managed to not gag too much, but he seriously wanted Ichigo's blood again. His stomach still felt empty and he felt unsatisfied though that could be fixed easily.

His eyes darkened and he tried his hardest to not to inspect every movement his partner made which immediately became apparent to Ichigo and it was hard for him to ignore.

"You're still hungry aren't you?" He asked. He spoke in a level headed voice like he was talking to a feral animal. He wasn't completely wrong since his smell was enough for Grimmjow to run completely wild.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. The stuff they gave me was total crap and I wasn't completely satisfied." Grimmjow said.

He didn't need to say anything more. Ichigo slid his shirt over his head, his face flushing a bright red color as he shyly hugged himself to somewhat hide his chest. "Alright, just don't take too much okay."

Grimmjow didn't need to be told twice. He immediately grabbed Ichigo by his hips, rubbing small circles into his sides. As he nuzzled his face into Ichigo's neck, leaving small kisses before biting down.

Ichigo's breath hitched as Grimmjow drank his blood slowly, restraining himself from being too greedy. Ichigo bit his lips down to stifle a moan and shuttered. Grimmjow's lips pulled into a smile and he rubbed his hands up and down Ichigo's sides. Ichigo shivered from Grimmjow's cold hands, but he leaned into the touch, desiring more.

Grimmjow broke off and pulled Ichigo into a kiss, pushing his tongue past his lips. Grimmjow felt Ichigo's tongue rub up against his and soon they were fighting for dominance, but Grimmjow wasn't planning on losing and from the way Ichigo acted it didn't seem like he was planning to either.

He pushed Ichigo down on his bed, placing a hand on his chest as he towered over him. His eyes still looked hungry, but this time it wasn't for blood. He climbed on top of Ichigo and removed his own shirt. Ichigo didn't protest when he pressed his pelvis into his own showing that he was already getting hard. He tore open Ichigo's mouth with his own again, thrusting his tongue in as he ran his hands up and down Ichigo's muscular sides, stomach, and chest.

He broke away from the kiss to lean down and kiss him on the neck, chest, and stomach. Each kiss caused tiny sparks of pleasure that heated up Ichigo's skin. Ichigo wrapped his hands around him and tangled his fingers into his hair. His eyes half lidded and clouding in a daze of lust and desire.

Grimmjow tugged at Ichigo's pajama pants that he's been wearing since the night before sending sparks of realization through the orange-haired man.

"Wait." He called out untangling his hands from Grimmjow's head a pink blush evident on his skin.

Grimmjow snapped out of his hunger and looked at his boyfriend square in the face.

"How did we even get here?" Ichigo asked. "One second ago you were drinking my blood and the next thing I know I'm on your bed with you on top of me and we are in an intense make out session. This happened last time too."

Grimmjow snapped Ichigo's waistband back in place, causing Ichigo to flinch. "It was the heat of the moment. Having your blood be taken by a vampire acts as an aphrodisiac. It's an evolution thing that makes humans not resist so much and since I'm not a purebred it also kind of affects me." He exhaled, the smell of iron carrying with his breath.

Ichigo looked at him hesitantly before wrapping his arms around Grimmjow again and pulled him in for another kiss. Grimmjow looked at him with a confused expression.

"Are you sure?" He asked a lecherous grin taking over his face.

"Yeah, just do it before I change my mind." Ichigo said turning bright red.

Grimmjow immediately took advantage of the go ahead, gripping Ichigo's pants and pulling them down. Ichigo lifted his hips to help the one above him pull his clothing down. Grimmjow took the discarded clothing and threw them to the side before he busied himself with his own pants.

Ichigo turned away a blush very evident on his face, trying to ignore his boyfriend's impressive package and his own perking up in interest. Grimmjow face held an evil expression after getting an idea. He repositioned himself so that he was kneeling in between Ichigo's legs. Though the mattress was a cheap one it seemed that Ichigo didn't quite catch on yet, still having a staring contest with the wall and winning just so he can distract himself from the embarrassment that was sure to come next.

Grimmjow licked his lips and wrapped his hand around Ichigo's length. He heard Ichigo's breath struggle to escape him and his skin turned a different shade of red. He was so cute, Grimmjow's smirk stretched from ear to ear as he leaned down slowly, opening his mouth, sticking his tongue out before running his tongue down the underside of his cock.

Ichigo nearly hopped out of his skin from the unexpected wet contact, barely able to contain the moan that poured out of his mouth. "Wait." He cried out. His eyes grew as he looked at Grimmjow who wasn't hiding his grin when he ran his tongue from base to tip. Ichigo let out a small shaky breath and his cock twitched in interest, encouraging Grimmjow to continue despite Ichigo being too timid to voice his opinion.

He started off painfully slow, testing to see how the smaller male reacted when he licked long lines from the base to the tip. He was incredibly sensitive and Grimmjow enjoyed seeing how he reacted. Taking the tip into his mouth, running his tongue over the slit and watching as Ichigo gripped the bed sheets that he was lying on and letting out a moan, not even trying to contain them anymore.

Ichigo tried to resist jerking upwards into Grimmjow's mouth and as a reward Grimmjow went further down on him. Ichigo squeezed his hands on the bed sheets that was underneath him and let out a slow gasp from Grimmjow's slow pace. Grimmjow took more of Ichigo into his mouth his mouth was wet and heated making Ichigo go completely insane from the way Grimmjow wrapped his tongue around him.

Grimmjow looked upwards and met with Ichigo's lust filled eyes and his dick twitched just from looking at Ichigo's erotic expression. His eyes twinkled in excitement, wanting to see more of his cute reactions. He sunk down further on Ichigo's length continuing until he hit the back of his throat.

Ichigo nearly cried out separating his clutch from the bed sheets to cover his mouth to prevent him from screaming. Ichigo's senses were going out of whack from the sensation. He felt a tightening sensation signaling that he was about to blow his load.

"Wait, Grimmjow. I'm going to cum." He whimpered pulling his hand out of his mouth that was now covered in bite marks.

Grimmjow looked up at him to see the desperate expression on Ichigo's face. He was so much more expressive and embarrassed this time then he was last time, and Grimmjow absolutely loved it. Grimmjow ignored Ichigo's warning and pulled up all the way to the tip before bobbing his head back down again.

"Grimmjow, wait." He cried out before climaxing into his mouth. He squeezed his eyes shut riding the wave of pleasure and blushing profusely from embarrassment.

Grimmjow drank it all and licked the remainder of what was on his lips. Ichigo blushed profusely till he was a dark rose color while he watched him despite wanting to crawl under the covers to hide.

"Wow, you taste good down their too. I'm not surprised since your blood is the best thing I've ever tasted." Grimmjow said making Ichigo cringe even more in embarrassment, trying to hide his face with his hands.

Grimmjow grabbed a hold of them and pulled them away from his face. "Don't hide." Grimmjow said with a smirk "at least not yet."

Grimmjow started to pay attention to his own member. He grasped it roughly in his hands and started to jerk off while watching Ichigo's expression. Ichigo turned away, but Grimmjow barked at him to bring his attention back on him.

Soon Grimmjow released his own load, covering Ichigo's naked body and face. Ichigo gave him a blank stare and his face scrunched up. Grimmjow gave him a self-satisfied look as he stroked his member a few more times until it went back to its flaccid state.

Ichigo's face was blank with horror as he tried to process what just happened and he spoke just one word. "Why?"

"Because I like the look on you," Grimmjow admitted.

Ichigo got up and grabbed some tissues from his bedside table to clean himself off.

"No not yet, it looks so good." Grimmjow teased. "At least let me get a picture."

Ichigo glared at him harshly and wiped himself off before grabbing his shower stuff muttering about a certain perverted, blue-haired vampire.

A/N: I'm still in a weird place right now so it would mean a whole lot if you reviewed. I still have a lot of stuff going on so reviews encourage me so much to write since I'm starting to feel a bit rusty. Once again, I'm still irregular so following is the best way to know when the next update is out.